(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Alone

He's broken. He's fragile. He's falling apart, all by himself. What can Hoseok do to save him from his thoughts, the demons I've tried so damn hard to free him from?What the fuck am I doing? Why am I here?

Jungkook's fingertips claw the edges of his bathroom sink. He hangs his head, not comfortable looking at himself in the mirror. He's despicable. Jimin's broken, crushed, feeling worthless and alone and he's too busy avoiding his reflection to save him.

He lied. He hid everything, all of it. He didn't want to tell me. Forever, he wanted to keep it a secret forever. What more is he capable of hiding? How many of our memories are real?

Jungkook feels taken advantage of. The love and affection he poured into their relationship feels meaningless. The trust they built together, the makings of the foundation of their relationship, has been stomped into a pile of crumbling rock.

He was raped. He was taken advantage of. He's suffering. He's scared.

Jungkook holds onto his head as imaginary flashbacks assault his memory. He can hear Jimin crying, screaming for him to save him. He imagines himself with his hands around Yugyeom's neck, holding tight to his windpipe until there's no more life left inside of his eyes.

D-did it hurt you, Jimin? Did he fucking hurt you? Did he grab you, force you, throw you around? Did he make it painful? Will you answer my questions if I ask you to? Will that hurt you even more?

He's afraid of the answer. Would Jimin be honest? Open? No. He doesn't want to share. Even when they laid together, made love, held each other close and whispered words of comfort and honesty, it wasn't enough. It wasn't a right time to be honest then. It will never be the right time for Jimin to be fucking honest.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and then he opens them. Everything is black before they adjust to the dim bathroom lighting and he's staring back at himself in the mirror. He's a poor excuse of a man. He abandoned the love of his life in the very moment he needed him most. He can remember every word, every syllable Jimin spoke to him. Everything clashes together in his head, every line uttered from Jimin's chapped lips. They anger him, they hurt. They make him want to run away. But.. but running doesn't heal. Running is just an escape, a way out for a man that can't face what he's done. Jungkook has made Jimin's wounds deeper. He wasn't wrong for being angry. He was wrong for walking away.

Jimin. Can I fix this?

-///-

Home is not here, not here. Home is gone. The bed is still made from this morning, unbothered. Jimin's heart stops, aching for one last moment together with Jungkook in his bed. His eyes flutter closed as he imagines the soft tingle of Jungkook's fingertips tracing patterns into his skin, muttering lyrics of a love song beside his ear as he falls asleep against the man's chest.

A touch on his back rips away his safe thoughts and Jimin turns to look behind him. Taehyung smiles at him sheepishly and takes his hand away.

"Hobi said you had a rough night." Taehyung mutters, rubbing his eyes. It's obvious that he just woke up. "Want to talk about it?"

Jimin narrows his eyes at his friend, finding the youngers question tiresome. There's nothing in the world he could say to anybody that would make them understand. They would never understand how he feels. They don't know what he knows. Jimin fakes a smile. It feels unnatural on his lips. "Tae, I'd rather sleep now. Uh. Rough night."

Taehyung watches him warily, ruffling a hand through the hair on the back of his head. He chuckles nervously. "Want me to stay with you? You- Well Hobi said-"

"I'm fine." Jimin stops him, shaking his head and forcing a small laugh to sound from the despair coiled around his soul. His head is full of so many words he needs to put onto paper. Taehyung needs to leave. "Go back to Hobi. I want to sleep alone tonight."

"Are you sur-"

"I'm sure." Jimin ushers his friend through his open bedroom door. He can hear groggy voices approaching and panic quickens his heart beat. "Go, go." Jimin whispers, pushing Taehyung into the hallway more aggressively than necessary. He closes his bedroom door, twisting the lock and turning to press his back against it. Alone. He's alone. All alone.

Get used to it, Jimin. His mind is shouting. You're so, so alone.

-///-

A/N: This story is about to take.. a turn? Again. I'm sorry, please be patient with me if you hate all of this angst. Tae and his brother are not forgotten. NamJin will have their focus as well. I've got it all worked out.

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