(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Mask it

Where did it come from, this aching anxiety bubbling inside of his stomach? Why is it happening now? Is it the longevity of a marriage so close to him, or the disapproval of their marriage to be? Jungkook doesn't know and his thoughts surround every idea that might carry with it an answer. Jimin is quiet next to him atop the unfamiliar, made bed, sheets cold beneath them. Fingertips attempt to soothe the worry cramps from his belly, Jimin's light touches doing their best to calm his sudden case of nerves.

"We're not supposed to let their opinions get to us. Don't worry about them, hm?" Jimin whispers into the silence, his breath tickling the side of Jungkook's face. The man is staring up at the ceiling with a controlled expression Jimin hates, the one that means something is wrong, definitely wrong, and he doesn't know how to fix it. "It's you and me, remember? We don't need anybody to tell us when and where to do anything."

It sounds like rebellion at its finest and that is the only thing Jungkook can think about. Is that what relationships are supposed to be? Should they avoid the opinions of others to focus on their own about each other? A part of him reasons yes, of course, but what's tormenting him is the part of him that finds that mentality nothing short of detrimental. Destructive. Unhealthy. Seeing Jimin's parents, with successful years of happy union to back their opinions, with their uncomfortable stares and determination to prove a point, it makes Jungkook feel as if their relationship might be moving too fast after all. They haven't even graduated from high school, yet they're planning to be wed? He's barely tasted the pressure of holding down a part time job and all of the struggles and rewards that come with hard work and time spent away from loved ones. What happens when Jimin goes to college? What do I want to do with my life? How will I support us? Questions that crawl their way up his spine, shaking his body with their frigid fingertips. How is he meant to handle this onslaught of uncertainty without hurting Jimin? They've been holding up so strong, all for him to crumble their hopes and dreams after a visit to the smallers parents that he initiated himself? It was supposed to be for Jimin, and for them to make a stand, together.

But, Jungkook feels as if he's falling apart.

"Baby?" Jimin calls to the other softly, noticing his eyes closing to hold back another round of unwanted tears forming inside of them. He never takes his eyes off of the man, taking into account every little movement that he makes, every tiny sigh that he tries to conceal. "I know you're upset-"

"I'm not, Mochi." Jungkook interrupts. He turns his head to face the other on the bed, opening his eyes to find Jimin meeting his stare immediately, knowing he's been watched this entire time. Jimin is ready to explode with concern and curiosity. It makes him feel guilty; but he would feel even worse to tell him the truth of his thoughts right now. More than anything, he wishes they would go away, that they didn't mean a single thing at all to him. "I'm not upset. I love you, so much. You know that, don't you?"

Jimin's eyebrows furrow together. He knows Jungkook is lying, he even knows that Jungkook knows that he knows that he is lying. His eyes squint into a glare, but relax upon seeing a tiny flicker of pain inside the tallers unwavering stare. "I love you, too. You know." He says back to him, fingers coming up to brush the soft skin of Jungkook's flushed cheeks. The unknown has always been scary, and it makes Jimin's heart race a bit to think of the variety of thoughts that could be tormenting the other so much. Is he nervous? It's too much for just a bundle of nervous energy. Afraid of his father? Jungkook could take him. The fear of rejection? His parents like Jungkook. They really do, it's only their sudden decision that's bothering them. They'll get used to it. They'll accept it eventually. He cuddles closer to the man, touching their noses together for a moment before curling into the protective arms that circle around him.

Jungkook holds onto Jimin like a lifeline. They've been here before, relying solely on each other and the comfort and energy only they can create and uphold with a long embrace. Even if everything is okay right now, his thoughts don't hesitate to remind him that he doesn't know what the future holds and there isn't anything to look to as reference. The future is starting to feel like a threat rather than anything to look forward to, so instead of letting his thoughts about it bury him alive, he buries his face into Jimin's chest and kisses him there, with purpose. He pulls away only to attack the smallers cheeks, his nose and his lips, trailing down the side of his face with soft but plentiful kisses. It's working, his thoughts becoming more saturated with love and promise with every kiss he places against Jimin's pretty skin. Their own little world feels amazing, no matter the circumstances.

But, Jimin doesn't want to ignore the elephant in the room. He holds onto Jungkook's cheeks, pushing him away gently to stare at him again. By now, the man is hovering above him, looking down at him with an expression Jimin can't be sure he's ever seen before. "Jungkook," he whispers, but Jungkook pulls back from him, smiling to change the way his face was just showing his true emotions, so raw. Jimin watches his mask go on, and his heart almost cracks loud enough for him to hear it. "What's wrong?"

"I think I need a nap." Jungkook laughs with his reply, hiding the fact that all he can think about is how much of a mistake he could be making. To marry Jimin is everything his heart wants, everything he thought his head was on board for. He can't tell the beautiful boy, watching him now with a sorrowful sheen in eyes, that he's having second thoughts. Not without the curtesy of some time to reflect and think about what his emotions are really trying to scream at him. Jungkook lowers himself back onto the bed, turning his back to the other so that if he cries, at least he can hide it easier. Jimin's arms immediately surround his middle and the smallers nose buries into the back of his neck. It's enough to crush him into tiny little pieces, tears welling in his eyes again but he holds back the sons from rocking his body.

They deserve a fighting chance. Their marriage deserves at best shot. It doesn't feel right anymore, not as they are.

Nothing feels right anymore.

Jungkook closes his eyes, hoping as he falls asleep with unsteady breaths on his neck, that maybe he'll wake feeling the same way about marriage that he did before.

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut to refuse his urge to cry. They'll get through this, no matter what it is. They always do. They.. They will.

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A/N: angst really gets me going, I don't know what to say.. motivation and inspiration are really working for me right now and I'll take advantage of them as much as I can!

This whole thing is a bit of a plot twist if I'm being honest. I hadn't planned for it to progress this way originally, but I also think that's a factor as to why I was lacking inspiration to continue writing this story. I wasn't into it, but now I'm excited! Not because it's angst, but because it's a better storyline. It's.. it's going to be intense.

Thank you for your comments on the last chapter.. ah :'( they made me feel so warm. I love you all so much!