(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Ferris Wheel

Jimin's shoulders grow tense. He pulls back to frown silently at the other. Jungkook watches him expectantly, so much that it provokes him to respond without much of a decent thought. "I don't like heights, baby. It's just that, I wanted to see pretty lights and I hoped it would be nice to get out of that room."

Jungkook acknowledges the explanation with a nod and then becomes curious. "Are you afraid of falling?"

"No." Jimin looks down at his feet, feeling a bit shy as they settle on the topic of irrational fears. "I suppose that could be part of it, but mostly I just get nauseous whenever I see a lot of distance between myself and the ground."

The taller purses his lips at the confession. A part of him decides to take Jimin's words as they are, to agree with his fears and to allow them to settle as a defining characteristic of who Park Jimin is. More than anything, Jungkook wants to return the smile to Jimin's beautiful face that he's soured away. He wants to banish all of their fears. "Just, don't look down. Look at me instead."

Trust me.

Jimin looks up again, cheeks flushed of color but his teeth digging into his bottom lip, contrasting red with the pale of his skin. Jungkook's stubborn nature isn't going to allow the man to back down from his position. Jimin sighs, knowing that he's going to agree and knowing that agreeing means looking forward to the ball of terror he can already feel sprouting within his chest. "Okay." His voice is meek, but the other hears him and the smile that lifts Jungkook's lips reassures him just a bit. "I'll just look at you, baby."

There is no line to wait in. There aren't many people at all, really. Not very much noise to fill the peaceful atmosphere. Regardless, Jungkook seems in a hurry to get them to the entrance and into one of the pods. He squeezes Jimin's hand right before they enter and lets go only when they're seated across from each other. Jimin is nervous, already going against his prior statement as he turns in his seat to peer through metal bars of the caged capsule. "Jimin." Jungkook whispers, reaching forward to pat the others thigh. The ride starts without warning.

Jimin gasps softly, straightening himself and placing his feet flat on the floor surface. He grabs Jungkook's hand on his leg, gripping the man's fingers tight in his own.

"Don't worry about anything. You're okay." Jungkook tries to comfort his boyfriend. He accepts that they are going to have to sit in an awkward position, so that Jimin can hold onto his hand. The smaller looks at him with a serious intensity, anxiety pleading in the boys stare for a distraction. Fear is a strong emotion made stronger when left untouched. Jungkook smiles, something distracting coming to mind. "Do you remember that night I told you how afraid our future together made me feel?"

Jimin's forehead crinkles, eyebrows furrowing. He nods despite the confusion on his face.

"You know, the night I said that the thoughts I kept having were so intense, they freaked me out?"

Jimin leans back a little bit in his seat. "Yeah. I remember." He mutters, still confused. He's confused about being suddenly reminded of their past while ascending towards the sky inside of a metal container. "That was also the night that you got shot."

The taller winces, hoping to bypass that part of the story. "Yeah, you're right. That's not the part I'd like to talk about, though."

Jimin still carries guilt from that night. He still feels responsible for how that night ended with Jungkook in the hospital. Whenever he thinks back on the memory of it, the night is overwhelmed by the threat of his boyfriend potentially losing his life. He can't think much of what happened just before the incident. "That's kind of the only part that seems to matter to me when I think about that night, Jungkook." Jimin's voice is small, held captive by a range of overwhelming emotions.