The Dark Pheonix

Silence that Hurts.

Days have passed after the storm that day. The pair didn't talk to eachother.
To say the truth, it has been the longest the pair has gone without talking in case of arguments. Generally they come around on the second day and mostly it's Jimin.
He knows Yoongi struggles with words and struggles to come forward after such things.

It wasn't about ego between them. It was never.

Jimin felt it easy to say the things out, convening an apology smoothly, sometimes to manage a sulky Yoongi.

For Yoongi it was mostly actions more than the words. But he tried in his ways and his Siren melted at each one of them everytime.
Park Jimin can be so cold to the world out there but Yoongi finds it easy to melt him.

But this time things are different.

That Sunday neither of them came out of their study rooms, and next day left for work in the morning. They didn't talk, they didn't even see eachother's face.

Jimin doesn't know if Yoongi is enraged. But he deserves to be enraged maybe.

Somehow Jimin is feeling a pain clawing over his heart.
It feels like he is bleeding continuously, making all the old wounds alive.

'I hate when you deliberately lie.'

None of Yoongi's words were wrong. But he wanted to hear something else, something different. He knows it's him who is the reason of his outbursts maybe.

Jimin came back enough late on Tuesday too so that he doesn't need to face Yoongi.
It was 2AM in his clock when he stepped into their apartment.
Their bedroom door was slightly open. He took a peak inside carefully, finding Yoongi sleeping.

He wanted to go and caress his cheeks, apologize maybe.
I am sorry, Yoongi. I am sorry for hurting you.
But the words are already dying inside his throat.
He can't do this today. And somehow a part of him doesn't want to even apologize.

& He didn't. He shut the door quietly.
He doesn't want to cause another storm right now.
Neither Yoongi will love it nor Jimin can take it.

He slipped onto the couch, without changing his work clothes. His body is tired as hell. He needs to sleep to think straight.

But he couldn't. He was in slumber but couldn't fell asleep. He tossed and checked his phone multiple times, specially the mails that are archived in his mailbox from an unknown sender, he reads them multiple times a day.
He feels churns in his stomach and nearly throwing up, when he received one again.
He threw the phone back, closed his eyes.

Day by day he is feeling unwell, from what he does not know.
A constant uneasiness settles in his body as if he has a constant nausea, a fever which doesn't have any symptoms. Sometimes his headaches are too bad.

Jimin doesn't know when he slipped to sleep.
His eyes open with slight sounds coming from the kitchen. He looks at the clock with half closed eyes, it's 10 AM.
Jimin decided to ditch the office today so he didn't care to wake up early.

His eyes follows the sound and falls on the back of Yoongi, prepared for office shuffling in the kitchen.
He closed his eyes again, trying to go back in his slumber again.
Being around Yoongi makes him feel safest. Being with him in the same room now, washed a comfort over him.
Even if they are fighting or not talking Jimin feels comfortable in this position. Yoongi isn't aware that he is awake and he can bask in his warmth even from far comfortably.

He again fell asleep quickly. But next, he felt a pair of lips pressed against his forehead and some fingers running through his hair. Even in his sleep he melts in his touch. Without opening his eyes he exactly knows who is it.
His touch and his scent is enough.
He didn't open his eyes, cause he doesn't want to spoil the moment.
He is selfish.
He craved Yoongi & his warmth for the past days each day.