(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Band Aid

There's nothing wrong with waiting.

Jimin let's his bag slide from his shoulder, not even flinching when it clamors against the floor beside his bed, contents spilling everywhere. He'd made it home mere moments ago, and had gotten away from Jungkook as quickly as he could possibly move his legs to do so. The man hadn't followed him. A great part of him is thankful, but his stomach tangles in knots over the thought of being let go. Jimin slumps into his cold bed just as Beans bustles into his room, tail wagging with excitement. She must have been sleeping when he came into the house, missing his arrival until he caused a commotion.

Jimin's arms fling wide open as his heart swells with adoration at the sight of his pet, inviting the pup to jump into his lap, letting her land kisses on his cheeks the moment she's within reach. The first smile of the day breaks free and he closes Beans in his embrace, leaning back into his mattress with her wobbly limbs kicking excitedly against him. Jimin lets her escape from his hug and she tramples onto his chest. He watches her with a crescent eyed smile, chuckling softly now as tears collect below tired pupils. "Hi, Beans, my Beans." Jimin coos, petting her fur, leaning close to kiss her wet nose, laughing at her happy panting and all the while seeing her through blurry eyes. She jumps around, absolutely joyous at the reunion, but finally settles for the space between Jimin's arm and his side, head on his chest and tail still wagging. Her presence is peaceful, her heart is at ease, she doesn't seem to notice the heartache her owner is experiencing yet.

Jimin lays there for a while, beads of emotion filling the outer corners of his eyes before they fall down onto the sheets beneath him. His room is so cold, so quiet, so still. His breathing is loud and quivering in his ears, interrupted by Beans yawning dramatically against him before pawing at his chest. She lifts her head to peer at him once and flattens herself closer against his body in what feels like a comforting gesture, sharing her warmth, making it apparent that she's with him. Jimin ruffles her short fur and chuckles hoarsely. Jungkook has given him a new best friend to be there when he couldn't be, a light for him to turn to when everything feels dark. Jungkook still loves him, despite their different opinions or conflicting emotions. And with that thought alone, Jimin closes his eyes to invite a bit of sleep, exhausted from the drive but more exhausted from the emotional torment he's surrendered himself to.

Jungkook still loves him. That's what matters the most, right?

-///-

It's late evening. He's tired. He dropped Jimin off at home hours ago. His phone is charging on the table beside his bed, but he hasn't touched it since he put it there when he walked into his empty bedroom. His mother still isn't home and he wonders where she is at this hour, but doesn't reach for his phone to text her. He's afraid of what he'll see, the vacancy of notifications, the emptiness it will bring to his already shaking stomach. Instead of agonizing over his thoughts, Jungkook turns to the bumps and creases of his ceiling above, drawing pictures in the imperfections and hoping his mind will turn off. He should've let his phone die. That way it wouldn't be so tempting to look at it when a text makes it buzz.

Jungkook debates his options for a while. He could pretend to be asleep, avoid the message entirely and answer tomorrow with a clear head. He could read it and still pretend to have been sleeping and answer tomorrow. He could read it and tell the truth.

The truth hasn't been on his side lately, and that's really the problem in itself. Jungkook wonders if it's worth it to wait to be honest, or if it's got to be like ripping off a band aid no matter when it happens, no matter when he decides that it's time.

Jungkook picks up his phone, screen dark as he pulls it to his face. It's light fills his room with an eerie glow as another message arrives in his hand, his eyes still adjusting to the brightness of his screen. The first message is from his mother, telling him that she hopes he's home and wishes he'd messaged her when he'd arrived. She's on her way home now.

The second message is from Jimin. It's simple, vague, begging for a conversation to begin but also sheepish to really start one.

Hey baby.

Jungkook's stomach churns and he closes his eyes, wondering if it really would be best to address this in the morning. Jimin's voice calling him baby rings in his ears. Jimin's eyes squinted closed with his bright smile flashes through his mind with a force so strong his heart skips a beat. Jimin's laugh sounds from somewhere inside of his head, too, and this brings tears to his eyes.

It's like ripping off a band aid, right? It should be quick. It should be precise. Just remember that it's going to hurt.

-///-

A/N: It's been a while my loves. A lot has happened in this new year so far since I've last uploaded and it's not been very good. No. Not at all. I'm sorry to say that updates from now on and for.. a while.. aren't going to be happy either. If you don't like angst, well I am definitely not the author you should be following heh. I hope you all are safe, healthy, happy and feeling loved wherever you are. I love you. Please take care of yourselves, okay? ❤️

Also I'm sorry for being gone for months. Thank you for being patient with me.