In the Dead of Winter || •PJM• ✔️

Comfort & Forgiveness

DAY 789

He sighs and raps on her door. It's been two days since the Behemoth encounter at the grocery store. Regardless of two whole days passing, Y/n hasn't come out of her room since. Apparently Jungkook's been bringing food to her and trying to cheer her up, but it's not working. If Jimin's being honest: he's scared. Terrified is the better word. Terrified that something happened to her while on the mission. Did she get bit? If she did, she would've turned by now, but in some rare cases the infection can take two days to spread. Does she feel bad for setting off the trap? Jimin knows that's the most likely option. That's why he's here.

"Come in," a muffled voice replies. He enters, the door creaking as it moves. Jimin's eyes fall to her pitiful form, sighing once he sees the way she's curled up in her blankets, her back facing him. "Jungkook, I don't need any snacks. Thanks for thinking of me, but I'm not hungry."

Jimin closes the door behind him. "Good thing I'm not Jungkook then." Y/n's quick to snap around, sitting up with wide eyes. Jimin raises both his brows. "Surprised to see me?"

"Very," she replies.

He's not sure if the look in her eyes is anger, longing, sadness, or all three. For now he'll assume all three. "May I sit?"

"I'm surprised you want to," she says, averting her eyes.

"Y/n, please look at me." She doesn't. He comes closer, kneeling in front of her and placing his hand on her leg. "Y/n, please." She gives in, bringing her eyes back to his. He smiles and pokes at the braid in his hair. "Does it look like I want to see you in pain? I've only carried two people around with me every day: myself and my brother." She strokes the braid, a smile cracking through to the surface of her face. "And now I carry you. It may not be much, but a braid done by you means a lot to me. My nails are holding up strong too, even after killing zombies. That's one helluva top coat you used."

She laughs, shaking her head. "I got it at a pharmacy, can't be that good."

"It's good enough for me," he whispers, giving her a look of admiration.

Y/n returns it, then, she pats the space next to her. He sits, their eyes both falling to the ground. They sit side-by-side for a few minutes. One minute passes, then two, then three. Finally when they hit five minutes, he makes a move. Jimin picks up her hand and entwines it with his. She lets out a breath at the touch. 

"Jimin..."

"I'm sorry about what I said. If I'm being honest, I said it because I do trust you. I don't know why, I doubt I ever fucking will, but I haven't trusted anyone in so long that it scared me. I thought that pushing you away was the best option to stop myself from getting hurt." He licks his lower lip, turning to face her. She does the same. "But Y/n, I realize being scared is the last thing I want to do. I'm so sorry about what I said. I'll say it as many times as you want me to. Me showing you my locket was me trusting you. It was, and I'm sorry for making you feel it was anything but that."

She absorbs his words, then nods. "I forgive you. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Jimin scoots closer and places his free hand on her cheek, making their eyes connect. "For what?" he asks.

"The grocery store, I set off that trap that could've got us killed. Hell, look at you, you're taking painkillers aren't you?"

"My back hurts, yeah, but it's nothing that won't heal. I'm worried about you," he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth on her cheek. "I don't want to see you like this. No one is harmed, no one is bit, and we got food. That mission was a success in my eyes, okay? Please stop drowning in self-pity. We need you, Y/n. I do too."