(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

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Jimin is quiet, left to process the others words as he collects his own thoughts and recovers from sleep all at once. He quickly works on his own approach to what he can make of the situation at hand and his caresses return to Jungkook's body. "Ah. I know. That's okay." Maybe arguing his point before with Jungkook wasn't the best decision, knowing how much pressure the man has been trying to endure. He should've cared more for the impact of his actions and his words and the lasting effects they may cause. "You and I can disagree, or argue, it doesn't mean we aren't okay."

"Maybe this time it does mean we aren't okay."

A pout, lips protruding as his eyebrows furrow together, is Jimin's immediate response. For a second, an awful second, his breath catches in his throat, feeling like it might suffocate him. Acting on reflex, his arm curls around Jungkook's middle to hold onto him, to pull him closer. "You're scaring me." Jimin whispers the feeling that suddenly surrounds him. "What do you mean? Baby, it was just a little fight."

"Namjoon Hyung." Is all that Jungkook can say. He sighs, knowing completely how afraid he's making Jimin feel. He hates it, he feels guilty for it and he holds onto the smaller tighter than before. "That's what he said when I asked him about this. I asked him if I was wrong, but I don't know if that helped anything because now I just feel afraid."

The concern in Jimin's expression could read like a page from a book, deep lines between his eyes that aide his deepened frown. "Hyung said we won't be okay, because of this?"

Jungkook turns on the bed, facing Jimin as he pulls them other into his chest, into the crook of his neck. Feeling close to Jimin is the only thing he's craving right now, but the other is tense against him. "He didn't say we wouldn't be okay. He said that we're facing a common relationship downfall, basically. But, he doesn't think we'll fall apart." Jungkook hopes that there's comfort in his explanation, because he didn't mean to make Jimin feel so on edge, but his words do their damage. The smaller pulls away from him.

"Okay, well. Can you tell me exactly what you talked to him about?" There's a snap in the olders tone now. This conversation has his skin crawling. Jungkook was right, it isn't a nice conversation to wake up to. He knows what they talked about, or at least he's intelligent enough to make a proper guess. It doesn't make it easier for him to digest the others blatant answer.

"We talked about this situation, Jimin. About you trying to convince me to see the man that raped you, manipulated us both and got away with much less punishment than he deserves." It's forward, Jungkook knows. It's harsh, hurtful to say, insulting to a certain degree, but he's tired. He is frustrated and he is lacking a percentage of empathy that may have caused him to hold his tongue some.

Jimin's demeanor changes now with his position on the bed. He detaches their bodies completely and props himself up away from the younger. It's sadness that haunts him rather than anger. Rather than feeling offended or hurt by Jungkook's response, he feels disappointed. "Jungkook, I know that you don't agree with forgiving him-"

"Fuck, listen."

The sudden interruption, the punch of Jungkook's tone is what makes Jimin jump. He winces at the sound, but his expression flashes one of anger.

"That's not the part I can't stand." Jungkook exhales sharply, not angry, seething.

"You don't want to see him." In a snap of words, quickly produced together without concern for their delivery, Jimin nearly mocks the other. He recoils his expression as soon as the words pass his own lips, growing concerned. He pulls his knees into his chest slowly, lowering his head against them.

Jungkook ignores the harsh nature of Jimin's statement, feeling as if he deserved it for being blunt first. "He doesn't deserve that invitation back into our life."