Blue Collar Cuffin' - Jikook

Little Black Box

Jimin shifted the black shoe box under his arm as he walked up the steps of Jungkook's apartment. The weight of it felt heavy in his hands, each letter like a its own individual brick. He felt his face warm and his eyes were still puffy from the countless of restless nights he's had since the incident at SeokJin's club.

His friends meant well, but they circled Jimin's and Taehyung's apartment like hounds. Seokjin would try to sooth Jimin by bringing him hot chocolate or tea while Namjoon, who lingered back and watched, crossed his arms over his chest; his dark eyes a storm. At any mention of Jungkook, the older would flinch; all of Jimin's friends would.

One time, in the middle of the night, Jimin thought he heard Namjoon's voice flood from the living room - all of Jimin's friends decided to sleep over until things cooled down - and he was on the phone with someone. When Jimin crept into the room to investigate, he was surprised to find that cold rage gone from the boy's taught stance. Jimin shivered; he could have sworn he saw Namjoon smile into the phone.

It'd taken him a full week since then to convince his friends to let him see Jungkook. Taehyung and Namjoon fought the most fiercely against it, but it was Hoseok who finally caved. Jimin thought of what he had said to him before, about missing out on closure, and had instantly shot the boy a grateful look. And so, Jimin had swept up the black shoe box where he kept every letter or note Jungkook had ever sent him, no matter how cheesy, and told his friends he was off to break up with Jungkook for good.

"Jimin?" Min Yoongi's husky voice hit Jimin with such force that Jimin nearly dropped the box he was holding in his hands as Jungkook's and Yoongi's front door swung open. Before he could so much as react, Jimin's tiny body was crushed in Yoongi's bear hug. "Fuck Jimin, we were so worried. Your friends wouldn't let Jungkook near your apartment, I tried but they trusted me even less."

"Yoongi-"

"Yeah?"

"I can't breathe."

"I know, I'm the same man."

"No, I mean, I physically can't breathe-"

"Oh." Yoongi said, letting go of Jimin as he took a step back. Jimin smiled lightly, before nodding at the older boy.

"I'm fine, really. Thank you for -"

"Jimin?"

This time Jimin really did drop the box. It plummeted from his hands, echoing on the floor as he raced into the arms of the tall brunette boy walking out of the hallway. His hair was a mess, there were dark bags under his eyes and he looked like he hadn't changed out of the black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants for days - but Jimin didn't care. He raced and nearly tripped as he jumped onto him, his legs wrapping around Jungkook's waist as the younger's hands cupped his face.

Yoongi coughed as he took a seat by the kitchen island, swooping up the shoe box and placing it next to the coffee maker. Under his breath he grumbled something always being the bridesmaid.

Jimin could care less about the box or about Yoongi sulking or Namjoon's hawk eyes staring through the kitchen window while he leaned against his yellow car. Jimin let out a little sob, pulling his head back so he could stare into Jungkook's beautiful gold specked eyes. He breathed in the scent of him, that forest and citrus mix, and kissed the boy before Jungkook even had the time to grin. Jungkook slowly lowered Jimin down to the ground, cupping his cheeks in his hands.