(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

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It's already getting so late Jungkook realizes as he pulls his phone away from his ear to look at the time. He's been talking to Jimin for a few hours and his eyes are feeling heavy. Their chatter is dwindling and Jungkook can tell that his boyfriend is tired, too, and maybe he's already fallen asleep on the other end.

Jungkook sighs, chuckling softly. "Love, should we hang up now so we can sleep?"

"Are you tired, bunny?"

"I am, and I think you're already sleeping." He laughs. "Sleep, but text me when you wake up."

"Okay." Jimin hums and shuffles in his bed, relieved to not be sleeping on a makeshift mattress on Hoseok's floor. The guest room of the house is nice and the bed is even more comfortable than his previous one. He rubs his eyes. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too." Jungkook makes an obnoxious kissing noise into his phone. "Sweet dreams, my Mochi."

Jimin giggles quietly at Jungkook's cheesy affection. "Muah, goodnight bun. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, love." Jungkook reluctantly ends the call and tucks his phone under his pillow beneath his head. He looks towards the door of his bedroom and sighs again. He does feel guilty for keeping Jimin awake for way longer than he intended to. It's already made it to the early hours of the morning, 2:17 a.m. Jimin won't get enough sleep before he has to wake up for school.

The immediate change of mood after ending the phone call assures Jungkook that he needed Jimin's company for a while. He needed to feel close to him again, because being apart is more painful than anything else happening in his life. Having nothing to busy his days with is taking a toll on his sanity.

Jungkook hears a soft tapping at his door and his eyes wander back to the wood. The doorknob jiggles slightly and another round of taps ensue. It must be his mother, because who else would sneak off to his bedroom at this hour? He winces as he bends his torso up to stand from his bed, stretching the skin around his injury.

"It's late." Jungkook whispers when he finally opens the locked door, faking that he was sleeping before by rubbing at his eyes.

"I know, but I need to talk to you." His mother whispers back and nudges his arm to make him move to the side. She comes to his bed and sits down on it, patting her hand on the mattress to call him back. "Sit down."

"Mom, what is it about?" He knows what it's about. "I was sleeping." He lies.

"No, you weren't. I heard you talking, Jungkook." She smiles and looks down at her lap. "You were talking to him, right? Jimin?"

"You're not taking my phone away." He says defensively, his hand sliding on the sheets to reach his phone still under his pillow.

She shakes her head, but her smile falls. She's avoiding eye contact, reminding Jungkook somehow of an injured puppy. "No, I'm not doing that. You can keep it."

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, scratching at his neck. "What do you want, then?"

"I want to divorce your father." Her face turns up and her eyes scan his expression, but Jungkook isn't looking at her anymore.

He hadn't expected that. He thought it was going to be another conversation about Jimin, about all of the ways he'll never get to see him. He collects his thoughts after a moment and breaths deeply to calm his suddenly abnormally beating heart. "I think you should."

"You shouldn't say that, he's your father."

"I hate him, Mom. He makes me hate you, too."

Her eyes droop from his words, her shoulders slumping. "I know he does. You hate me?"

"Only when you're around him. Why do you let him control you like that?"

"All I want is peace, Jungkook. I can't fight him all the time and when I try, it doesn't solve anything." Her eyes begin to water and she dries a couple of shed tears with the back of her fingers. "I've been unhappy with him for a long time and now he's taking away your happiness and he won't hear me. I can't let him do this to another one of my children while I stay on the side lines and watch him. I regret not trying to build the courage to do this when it was your brother in your situation."

Jungkook lifts his arm, but hesitates to loop it around his mothers shoulders. He remembers the pain his brother felt before and wishes he could still talk to him. He doesn't blame him for what he did, completely severing contact between himself and their family. Jungkook had always blamed his parents for that, and sometimes more so his mother for allowing his brother to stay hurt for so long. "How is he going to take it though? You're just going to ask for a divorce? What about custody? What if I have to live with him?"

"Jungkook, you're almost eighteen. You don't have much longer and I promise that I will keep you in my custody until then. Divorce doesn't happen overnight. It takes a long time to divide assets and sort through paperwork. It's messy and ugly, but it's for the best."

"Do you still love him?"

She smiles sadly under Jungkook's stare. "I do love him, but I can't continue to let him make us unhappy."

"Are you scared?"

"I'm scared, Jungkook. I'm scared to tell him."

"Will he hurt you?"

She closes her eyes. "I really, really hope not."