Bonus Accident: Two pt.1

Songs for this chapter:

Addicted To Love by Florence + The Machine

You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood (this song breaks my heart pls listen to it as you're reading)

Sweetheart, What Have You Done To Us by Keaton Henson

Atlantis by Seafret

"Jiminie." Jungkook whined, standing in front of Jimin's side of the bed. "You're not gonna kiss me goodbye?" He mumbled out, kicking the bed. Still, there was no respond from Jimin.

He didn't actually want to wake him up, if he really wanted to, he would have. He had three carefully planned ways of waking Jimin up. The first one was by physically trying to wake him up, and threatening him with tickles if he couldn't get him out of bed , and the second one was by actually tickling him, and dragging him out of bed, or carrying him to the shower so he could wake up under the cold water. The third way to wake him up was more evil, he would have to lay of top of him, and drag his lips across his body with kisses anywhere he could reach, sometimes Jimin woke up before things could get steamy, and other times, Jimin would just let himself go, and give himself fully to Jungkook, so he could do whatever he wanted with his body, which often included their clothes strewn all over their room, and them being late to work, and having to shower and be even more late.

With a huff, Jungkook walked out of their room and on his way to the company, taking his own car, because he had a feeling he would ditch work early, and come back home to Jimin.

Jimin stayed in bed for most of the day, catching up on the sleep he couldn't get with their recent busy schedules, so every time he felt himself waking up, he would roll over to a comfortable position, hug Jungkook's pillow tightly to his chest, and get himself to doze off again.

It went like that until it was the late afternoon, and around four, Jimin had dragged himself out of bed, and out of the room, trying to listen to any sounds that might indicate anyone other than him being in the dorm, and hearing none.

With a shrug, he walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge to find it almost empty, with nothing to grab quickly to eat. He huffed, letting out a big yawn after, and scratching at his belly, his body still not fully woken up.

After stretching his whole body and still feeling like he could've slept some more, Jimin filled a pot with water, and started to cook dinner. It was his turn to make dinner, and he didn't want his hyungs coming home to no food, because they would probably be hungry from working all day.

Jimin had decided to cook something simple, so it wouldn't take him a lot of time to make, and just after fifteen minutes, dinner was almost done.

He was standing in front of the stove when he heard their dorm room close, and he frowned at first, confused as to who would be home early when he knew all of them had full days today, but then he remembered that Jungkook didn't wake him up today to say goodbye, so that only meant that he would come home early, like he had done multiple times before. "Jungkook-ah, is that you?" Jimin called from his place in front of the stove, hugging himself, still feeling sleepy.

Jungkook walked through the door, dumping his things on the living room couch, and swapping his shoes for slippers before he went to the kitchen, to find Jimin standing there and watching something cook on low heat, occasionally stirring whatever was inside. He walked to Jimin, not resisting the urge to wrap him up in his arms, not giving him the chance to even turn around.

"Why are you home early?" Jimin mumbled, voice still rough with sleep, leaving the wooden spoon on top of the closed pot, and holding Jungkook's arms that were around his stomach.

"I missed you." Jungkook whispered in Jimin's ear, making him shiver slightly, and Jungkook felt it, so he leaned more to trace Jimin's neck with his nose, enjoying the way he smelled of peaches, and so strongly of Jimin.

Jimin groaned, both at Jungkook's touch and at the irresponsible behaviour he so often showed. "When are you gonna stop doing that?" Jimin complained, leaning his whole body back so he could touch Jungkook as much as he desired to.

"When you stop being so fucking irresistible." Jungkook said simply, the words not hesitating to come out, like he had already practiced that conversation in his head.

Jimin groaned, not saying anything, and instead tuning into the feeling of Jungkook's soft kisses on his neck, and the way his hands reached under his sweater, feeding off his body heat. Jungkook's hands traced up and down Jimin's stomach, and Jimin tired so hard not to let it affect him, but failed miserably. He couldn't fight against the way his own body yearned for Jungkook, not when he could feel him everywhere at this point.

"You're so warm." Jungkook murmured, swiftly turning Jimin around, and capturing his lips in a kiss, finding that Jimin wasn't only warm on the outside.

Jimin pulled away before Jungkook could actually have a taste, resting his hands on Jungkook's chest, but not having the power to push him. "Jungkookie, I haven't even brushed my teeth."

"Then let me prove to you that I don't care." Jungkook said, leaning down to cover Jimin's lips with his own, Jimin's words dying in his throat, feeling Jungkook's hands going back to under his shirt and to his back, and quickly after that, Jimin was a goner for Jungkook.

Jungkook continued to kiss at Jimin's lips, not giving either of them the chance to take a breath, one of his hands reaching up for Jimin's neck, and wrapping his whole palm around the back of it, and the other coming out of Jimin's shirt and going lower than any of them could handle, pulling him closer.

"I've been thinking about this all day fucking long." Jungkook breathed out when he gathered the strength to pull back, only to dive back in when he felt Jimin lean in, not seeming to get enough either.

They continued to stand there in the middle of the kitchen, Jungkook's shirt halfway undone, his right leg trapped between both of Jimin's, and both of them didn't know how to pull away from the other, feeling like they couldn't get enough, and they really couldn't, both of their hearts were on fire just as their bodies were. It almost felt like an addiction, and their kisses were the hits they needed to function.

"Jungkook-ah." Jimin whined, dragging his name out. "The food." He managed to get out, before Jungkook started to devour him again.

"Let it burn." Jungkook pulled away to take a look at Jimin's face, not a trace of makeup could be found, and he never looked more edible, his face was still puffy from sleeping all day, and his lips were red and almost bruised, matching the state of his cheeks, and Jungkook smirked at the state his boyfriend was in, because he knew he was the one to cause it.

Just before Jungkook was able to continue kissing Jimin and enjoying the way his lips felt against his own, Jimin leaned away. "But I worked really hard on it. I almost fell asleep standing up." Jimin pouted, doing a 180 that Jungkook almost got a whiplash, not believing that that was the same man who was pulling at his lips with his teeth, and tracing his hands all over Jungkook's chest and abs just a second ago, but feeling all the more in love with Jimin, because he had fallen in love with Jimin's cute side as well as the sexy one, and feeling like the luckiest man in the world because of it.

"Aw, baby." Jungkook awed, pulling Jimin by the neck again, but to place a soft peck this time around, feeling like he was about to burst with love for his cute boyfriend, imagining Jimin rubbing his eye while cooking, having just woken up, stumbling out of their room and to the kitchen. "I'm sorry. Here, I'll check if it's done for you." Jungkook pulled Jimin in a hug, so he was the one facing the stove and not Jimin, his hand going back to Jimin's back, under his shirt, and Jimin rested his head on Jungkook's sturdy shoulder, closing his eyes, almost falling asleep even though he was standing up. Jungkook opened the pot with his right hand, putting the lid aside and taking the spoon to stir their food, pulling out a piece of meat to see if it was fully cooked. "I think the meat needs a few more minutes." Jungkook informed, covering the pot again, and changing the heat so it was on fully. "Jiminie, are you asleep?" Jungkook asked with laugh, earning a hum from Jimin. "Come on, I know how to wake you up." He looked down at Jimin, his hand rubbing Jimin's back.

Jimin perked up, looking up at Jungkook. "What about the food?" He whispered, leaning towards Jungkook to resume what they had left unfinished.

"Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant taking a shower." Jungkook teased, even if he meant for Jimin to fall for it.

"How do I get my mind out of the gutter when your knee is literally between my legs, Jungkook-ah." Jimin teased back, his voice going down an octave, his Busan satoori making his voice sound even deeper.

Jungkook cleared his throat, his legs almost giving out underneath him. "I walked myself into that one." He nodded to himself, removing himself completely from Jimin, and pulling him by the hand.

"Wait! The food!" Jimin reminded, fighting against Jungkook's pull.

"Who said I'm showering with you?" Jungkook teased again, earning a slap on the shoulder, because Jimin knew Jungkook wouldn't miss the opportunity to join him in the shower, or miss what could happen in there. "I'm kidding. By the time we're about to go in I'll run to turn the heat off, don't worry." He assured, dragging Jimin to the closet to take clean change of clothes.

"You're the perfect hus- boyfriend." Jimin recovered quickly, occupying himself by taking his clothes out and putting them on the bed, quite literally running away from Jungkook after the slip up.

Jungkook's head turned to Jimin so quickly he almost snapped his neck, and he chased Jimin to in front of the bed before he could get any further. "The perfect husband, huh?" He asked, hugging Jimin from behind once again. "It's funny actually."

Jimin turned around, breaking out of Jungkook's hold, ready to retort. "What's funny?" He frowned, his hands going to his waist in an offended stance.

"That I'm the perfect husband, and not you." Jungkook corrected, pulling Jimin towards him by the waistband of his sweats.

Jimin looked down at Jungkook's hand, and then up at Jungkook's eyes, seeing the fire still going on in there, not seeming to be going out any time soon. "You're insatiable." He said, a smile breaking out on his face.

"How can I not be? When you're this appetising." Jungkook breathed out, smiling back at Jimin.

"Go turn the stove off." Jimin said with a pat to Jungkook's butt, feeling like it would take them quite a while to get out of that shower.

Jungkook ran to the kitchen, turned the stove off, and sprinted again to their room, and automatically to their bathroom when he didn't find Jimin where he had left him, but instead in the bathroom, down to his boxers, leaning down to adjust the water.

"And you don't get why I come home early every time." Jungkook mumbled out, standing in the bathroom doorway, watching Jimin with a crooked smile, his eyes going up and down, appreciating the way his boyfriend looked.

"Yes, and I still don-" Jimin turned around, the words dying in his throat at the way Jungkook was looking at him, and the way he even looked. His shirt was still unbuttoned halfway through, so it showed skin a little more than Jimin could handle, so it was no wonder really how they had spent around an hour in the shower, not caring about the hot water running out, and finally getting out of the shower with giggles, laughing at each other's reaction when one of them had pushed the other under the cold water when they finally had the time to actually wash up.

Jimin placed a random big cloth on their bed, before he put their plates of food on top of it, in a weak attempt at trying not to stain their sheets, still in his bathrobe, not any different from Jungkook, who was still drying his hair in front of the mirror.

"Come on, mister 'I can't get enough of you'." Jimin teased, hopping up on his side of the bed, not bothering with putting his clothes on, having built an appetite, and thinking about nothing but food.

"Alright, mister 'Jungkookie, more. Please, please, please'." Jungkook teased back, sitting right next to Jimin, who turned to him with a glare.

"Alright, no more having fun in the shower for you." Jimin shrugged, his eyebrows quickly going up then down, after he had given Jungkook a sassy once over.

"Baby, you know I'm only teasing." Jungkook apologised, trying to sound as sincere as he could. "You know I love it when you beg." He teased again, smiling triumphantly when Jimin turned to him again, his eyes wide this time.

"Once I finish eating, I'm going to kill you." Jimin laughed, taking his plate and spoon, and diving in.

Jungkook laughed, him too reaching for his food, and taking a bite. "Mhm, it's so good." Jungkook moaned, taking another bite.

"I didn't hear these sounds inside." Jimin pointed out, his right eyebrow quirking up.

Jungkook choked on his bite of food. "Hyung!" He scolded, slamming his hand on his chest.

"Not that sound either." Jimin shrugged again, an evil smile spreading across his face at Jungkook's wide eyes.

Jungkook said nothing, trying to eat as quickly as he could, afraid of saying another thing that might cause Jimin to tease him in a way he knew he couldn't handle, so he shut himself up and finished his food, Jimin following soon after.

"Thank you for the food, that was delicious." Jungkook praised, putting both his and Jimin's plates back on the tray to take them to the kitchen.

"Which one exactly?" Jimin asked innocently, getting out of bed and taking the cloth off.

Jungkook groaned, not answering Jimin, and walking out of the room.

After Jimin had put the cloth in the hamper, he took the clothes they pulled out of their closet, and took off his bathrobe, starting to change.

"I'm a weak man." Jungkook whined as soon as he walked into the room, dragging a hand down his face when he saw Jimin stepping into a clean pair of underwear.

"Oh, enough. I physically can't do anything other than cuddle, so keep it inside." Jimin waved off, putting the rest of his clothes on, looking away when Jungkook started to do the same.

"Oh? Is that why you're not looking at me right now?" Jungkook asked, choosing not to put his shirt on, just putting grey sweats on with no underwear.

Jimin rolled his eyes, and got into bed and under the covers. "Like I said, insatiable." He sighed.

Jungkook followed Jimin, getting on his back so Jimin could lay halfway on top of him. "And like I said, appetising." Jungkook shrugged, his hand going to Jimin's head, scratching at his scalp.

Jimin sighed again. "Is it crazy to say I could fall asleep again right now?" He asked, voice filled with sleep.

Jungkook shrugged again. "Be my guest." He said, turning in bed with his arms around Jimin, so he could hug him in his sleep, both of them laying on their sides, Jungkook's leg on top of Jimin's hip.

"Mhm, I love you." Jimin mumbled sleepily, feeling warm inside, probably because of the food.

"I love you more, darling." Jungkook replied, his hand still scratching his scalp.

Jimin landed kisses on Jungkook's bare chest, his head tucked under Jungkook's, resting comfortably on his chest, his hand rubbing Jungkook's arm, moving up to grip his bicep, his hand only managing to wrap around it halfway. "I'll just take a nap. You'll be here when I wake up, right?" Jimin asked, his body almost melting into Jungkook's and the mattress.

"Yeah, baby, of course." Jungkook assured, wrapping his leg more tightly around Jimin.

"Goodnight, my strong Jungkookie." Jimin murmured against Jungkook's chest, his eyes falling shut.

"Goodnight, my small and precious Jiminie."

"Hmm." Jimin turned in bed, moving into Jungkook's arms a little more, only to not find his boyfriend. His head snapped up looking around the room, in the search for Jungkook, only to find himself in a different room; their own room where they had moved in together almost two years ago, in their own apartment that Jungkook had decided to leave to Jimin, just a few days after breaking up.

Slowly, Jimin had come to the realization that he just had another dream, of another memory he had of Jungkook, his mind torturing him with it, as a pay back for giving up on his and Jungkook's relationship when he had decided for himself and Jungkook, that Jungkook deserved better than him, even if Jimin wasn't ready to see Jungkook with someone else, or thought he could ever be in his life.

Jimin sat there, alone in bed, all alone in his apartment that was once referred to as theirs, regretting breaking up with the other half of his heart and with his romantic soulmate.

Jimin sat there, and cried his heart out, not bothering to keep in his loud sobs, he was all alone in an apartment for two anyways.

A few hours later, that Jimin had spent staring at the wall, his tears coming and going on their own accord, Jimin sniffed, turning in bed, his body exhausted from doing nothing but lay in bed the last few days, his body running on water and ramen when his stomach hurt from hunger enough that he couldn't ignore it.

He glanced at his phone on the ground, and remembered how he had turned it off when Taehyung kept calling, too worried about him even when Jimin answered his texts to let him know he was still alive.

Taehyung was with his family in daegu, along with Yoongi who went with him to see his family too, or so he told. Jimin had assured Taehyung time and time again that he was fine on his own, and that he was eating and staying healthy, even if he wasn't. He just didn't want Taehyung to make any rash decision, like coming back and taking care of Jimin, probably deciding to stay here with him too, and that was what Jimin wouldn't stand. He still couldn't get over the fact that Jungkook wasn't here with him like he was supposed to, that he wouldn't walk through their bedroom door any second now, and he couldn't stand the thought of someone else being here other than Jungkook, because he knew that as soon as he would hear footsteps outside his room, and then realise that it wasn't Jungkook but Taehyung, it would break him all over again.

Jimin had decided long ago -probably too long for his guilty conscience to handle- to break up with Jungkook. He was just waiting for their band to take a break, because of Jin going to serve in the army, so he thought it would be better for everyone to break up when they weren't under the spotlight, so him and Jungkook would move on quietly in their own time, and get used to not being with each other ninety percent of the time, so when the break was over they would be able to act normally around each other.

He thought that a year was enough time for him to get over Jungkook, and for Jungkook to get over him, but he couldn't be more wrong. Their relationship had reached the three year mark long ago, almost hitting the fourth, and it actually felt like they had been together for their whole lifetime so one year definitely wasn't enough for both of them to move on from each other, even still, Jimin continued to lie to himself.

He told himself -and Jungkook- that it was for the best, that someone was out there for Jungkook that was better than him, that they were fighting an endless battle, one that they would inevitably lose.

They had fought that day.

Jungkook had plans to spend their one year break, big plans that envolved travelling all over the world, and two rings at their last destination, only to be broken by Jimin stating that he couldn't do it anymore, and he made his feelings quite clear by all the crying and yelling, by begging Jimin to stay with him, by telling him that Jimin was the center of his universe, that he would be lost in the world without him.

Jimin had stayed quiet after breaking the news to Jungkook, just sitting there and quietly crying, too scared to look up at Jungkook, so he just stared at the ground, his head down.

He continued to sit there, at the edge of their bed, Jungkook standing in front of him, crying and yelling, refusing to accept that Jimin had already made his mind up about their break up, and only after his throat had hurt him, Jungkook had went down on his knees in front of Jimin, trying to get him to look at him, his voice going down to almost a whisper, begging Jimin not to leave him, telling him how he couldn't live without him, and that he wouldn't let him go that easily.

Jungkook's words were only interrupted when Jimin had quietly told him how he was the one that was moving out of their apartment, that it was only fair to leave it to Jungkook when he was the one breaking them up, and because it was technically Jungkook's, when Jimin had gifted it to him, and he signed the lease.

Jungkook had been stunned into silence, his head falling down along with his tears that were hitting the ground, each one like a stab to his heart.

It was after Jimin had gotten up to leave that Jungkook stopped him, telling him that he was the one leaving, because he knew that staying in their shared apartment would only hurt him more.

A few weeks later, here Jimin was.

Taehyung had stayed by his side the first few days, choosing not to yell at him about his stupid decision to leave Jungkook, and instead holding him as he cried, and watching him when he finally slept after his body had given up on him.

Jimin told Taehyung to leave a week later, and Taehyung had fought with him at first, telling him how the break up was still fresh, that a week wasn't enough to convince him that Jimin would be fine on his own. He had threatened Jimin with telling his mother, knowing how she would be there in a heartbeat, until Jimin had promised him to keep him updated by texting, and maybe when he was strong enough he would call, and finally as Taehyung was leaving -quite reluctantly- Jimin had asked him to tell the members he was alright and that he wasn't up for company here, but he would text them occasionally.

He blinked, glancing away from his phone, and wiping under his eyes. He sat up, not knowing what to do with himself. If he turned on the TV he would just stare at it and his mind would travel somewhere else. If he tried to read a book, he knew he would spend hours on one page, rereading it when he couldn't get himself to focus enough to process the words.

The only thing he was able to do was listen to music, and leave his mind to wander. Sometimes he liked to torture himself by listening to Jungkook's songs, and playing the one Jungkook wrote about him on repeat.

Over the few weeks that Jimin had spent alone, not once leaving the apartment, having everything he needed delivered to him -which wasn't much when the thought of food made him want to throw up- Jimin had thought over and over if what he did was the right thing to do, if breaking up was the only solution, if the only reason for the decision he took was that he was a runner, a quitter.

It didn't take Jimin too long to come to the realisation that he shouldn't have done it.

By the one month mark, Jimin was more than sure that he regretted doing that, but he knew it was too late, and it was too selfish and self centered of him to call Jungkook up and ask him to start over, to forget they ever broke up.

The looming realisation seemed to give him a small peace of mind, one where he knew that whatever happened in his life he wouldn't stop loving Jungkook, and that he never actually wanted to let go, and that seemed to give him the ability to continue to love Jungkook even if it was only by himself, without acting on it.

With the little power he had, and the small hope in his heart, he reached for his phone, and turned it back on.

Before he could even unlock it, his phone lit up with an incoming call from Hoseok.

Jimin frowned, knowing he wasn't going to answer the call. His tone of voice would give away all that he had been feeling for the last month, so he watched the call come and go, and then come again, which had him worried, but still refusing to pick up the call.

Hoseok had called five times, when finally he stopped calling, and a text was sent instead.

Hobi-hyung: Jimin I know you wanna be alone right now but at least pick up your phone when we call.

(Sent: 7:16 p.m.)

And then another.

Hobi-hyung: seriously! Don't you care about us? What if we need your help?! Are you that selfish??

(Sent: 7:18 p.m.)

And another.

Hobi-hyung: I'm sorry I didn't mean it in that last text. Are you alright??

(Sent: 7:20 p.m.)

Hobi-hyung: I just can't handle two broken people that I love at once. What if something bad happened to you like Jungkook???

(Sent: 7:20 p.m.)

Jimin's whole body suddenly went cold. He gripped his phone tightly, pulling it closer to his face and reading the text over and over again, until another one came in.

Hobi-hyung: I probably shouldn't have said that. Fuck! I don't even know if you're reading these texts.

(Sent: 7:21 p.m.)

Hobi-hyung: Jungkook is alright don't worry. It's just..

(Sent: 7:22 p.m.)

Jimin's head spinned, feeling like he could pass out at any second, he wasn't aware that he was holding his breath since he saw Jungkook's name and until now.

Hobi-hyung: he overworked himself again at the gym, and he passed out mid workout.

(Sent: 7:23 p.m.)

Hobi-hyung: his coach called us, said he was lucky he didn't hit his head on the dumbbells.

(Sent: 7:24 p.m.)

Hobi-hyung: Jiminie, please just talk to us? Come to the dorm? Or let someone stay with you. I'm worried out of my mind and I don't want to call Taehyung or Yoongi hyung. You're all alone in your apartment, I can't help but think something bad might happen to you and we wouldn't know because you're alone.

(Sent: 7:26 p.m.)

Hobi-hyung: please, Jiminie? We love you okay?? All of us. And Jungkook is okay now so don't worry.

(Sent: 7:27 p.m.)

Jimin's vision blurred, the letters dancing on his phone screen, but then he finally breathed in, and tried not to freak out.

I caused this.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook-ah." He sobbed, his phone falling out of his hands.

Jimin felt helpless, not knowing what he should do or how. Was he supposed to call Jungkook and ask him if he was alright? Maybe apologize? Maybe tell him he regretted it and wanted to get back together?

He knew the last one was stupid to think about, but he liked to think it might be that easy. That one call or one message, maybe even showing up at his door, could change their current state, it could get them back together, so they could be happy again.

Jimin continued to dream of a better place than the one he was in, he thought of how the day might come again that they would wake up beside each other, when they would both be in each other's space again, breathe the same air. Jimin continued to cry for the second time that day, his eyes barely opened by how swollen they had become, and not knowing how to stop when the other half of his heart was hurting as much as him if not more, far away for him to reach.

"J-Jungkook." He sobbed, his hand on his heart, trying to stop the pain in his chest and failing, and then he eventually fell asleep crying, curled up in the middle of the bed- their bed, his hand still holding what was left of his heart.

Soon after, when Jimin had fallen asleep, three beeps were heard from the front door, before the front door opened and closed, and footsteps that Jimin longed to hear sounded from the living room, but Jimin was so deeply asleep that it didn't wake him up, even if he hadn't heard anything but the sounds he made for the past three weeks.

Jungkook took his shoes off, and put on his slippers that were surprisingly still by the door, putting his bag somewhere by the living room couch and walking to their room.

He stood frozen in the doorway, looking at Jimin's form, sleeping in the middle of their bed, curled up on himself, not even a pillow was under his head.

Not even an hour earlier, Jungkook had went out of his room in the dorm, when he heard Hoseok, Jin, and Namjoon talking in Jin's room, that was almost empty now, his bags fully packed, ready for him to leave in two days time. He heard them talk about Jimin, so he stood in the hallway to listen, until he heard Hoseok calling Jimin's phone a few times on speaker, the first few tries the calls went straight to voicemail, but on the third try it rang out, but there was no answer, Hoseok had tried again five times and Jungkook stood there to hear them, and when Hoseok had finally given up, and Jungkook heard Jin and Namjoon comforting him when he started to cry, the few words he said had Jungkook putting on the nearest shoes he could find, and his bag that was by the door, on his way to his and Jimin's apartment.

"What if something bad happened to him too? He's all alone in t-there."

Standing now right in front of the bed, Jungkook glanced around the room, finding Jimin's phone laying on the ground, so he leaned down to pick it up and connect it to Jimin's charger.

When Jungkook didn't hear Jimin wake up, he dared to move closer to him, close enough to kiss his cheek if he wanted, instead he reached down to pick him up in his arms, almost crying at the fact that Jimin was light to carry, too light to carry, and he put him in bed properly, tucking him in and laying his head on the pillow.

Jungkook pulled a chair from the dining table and put it in front of the bed, not close enough to be creepy, but close enough to watch Jimin sleep, turning the chair around so he could rest his arms on the back rest, and leaning forward, watching Jimin breathe in and out.

After a whole hour, Jungkook decided to get up and explore. He went to the kitchen, and looked at the sink, only to find one plate and a spoon, probably for eating cereal, and he looked in the pantry, finding a few cups of ramen and one box of cereal, but when he opened the fridge he couldn't find anything that was edible, only a few bottles of sauce that he had purchased himself before they broke up, and a cartoon of milk that had already went bad at least three days ago, so that plate in the sink was probably from more than three days ago.

Jungkook sighed, gripping the fridge handle, glancing around the kitchen once again, until his eyes landed on the trash can, so he closed the fridge and went to look in the trash for anything that could indicate that Jimin had eaten anything in the last three days, only to find two unfinished cups of ramen, three empty bottles of soju, and nothing else.

Jimin wasn't eating.

He covered his face in anger, his hands moving up to grip his hair tightly, pacing around the kitchen. There wasn't even anything in there to cook something for him and leave it for him to eat, so Jungkook pulled his phone out of his pocket quickly ordering a warm meal, that was probably too big for Jimin to eat on his own and a few groceries that needed to be in his fridge so he could cook anything whenever he wanted.

After Jungkook had calmed himself down, and his phone had read that his delivery would be here in less than half an hour, he quietly walked back to the room and sat down on the chair, resuming watching Jimin sleep.

He didn't actually know what he would do when Jimin woke up, or what he would even say. What if Jimin asked him what he was doing here? Or why he was here? What would Jungkook say? Oh, I thought I would swing by my ex boyfriend's -that was almost fiancé- place that was once mine too to check and see if he was suffering as much as I was? Or maybe it's just that I heard you locked yourself in the apartment that you once gave me as a gift for us to move in together and wouldn't talk to anyone or answer anyone's texts?

Jungkook rubbed his face, pushing his hair back, and looking up at the ceiling, trying not to groan out loud and wake Jimin up.

Soon enough, Jungkook glanced down at his phone to find the delivery a few minutes away, so he went out the room to open the apartment door just so they wouldn't knock or ring the doorbell and wake Jimin up.

Once Jungkook had the groceries sorted in the fridge he started to open the food containers, serving them in plates and setting the table up.

Jimin turned in bed, too comfortable to get up, but then he slowly realised that he was sleeping on a pillow, when he was sure that wasn't the way he had fallen asleep.

Raising his head up, Jimin looked around the room, first finding his phone on his charger, and then finding a chair put in front of the bed, and then he knew someone was here.

He almost jumped out of bed when he heard footsteps moving in the kitchen, and this time he knew it wasn't Taehyung's footsteps, instead they were Jungkook's. "Jungkook." He whispered, pushing the covers away that he now knew Jungkook had covered him in, and he almost ran to the kitchen.

"Jungkook?" Jimin's voice cracked, now standing in front of their open kitchen, and Jungkook turned around from the fridge, looking back at Jimin, not knowing what to say.

They continued to stand there, none of them knowing what to say or do, still they continued to bask in the other's presence, not believing it wasn't another dream of theirs.

Jungkook swallowed down the lump in his throat, and if Jimin hadn't spent the last few hours crying, he would too.

Before Jimin could open his mouth to say anything, just to get Jungkook to talk so he could hear his voice again, Jungkook finally spoke up.

"You're not eating." He stated, voice rough, which sounded nothing like Jimin's Jungkook, he sounded like a stranger, maybe another figment of his imagination, but Jimin knew that this has never happened before and Jungkook had never said those words to him before. He still couldn't get over the fact that Jungkook wasn't looking at him the same way he used to, or talk to him the same way he used to, hell he didn't even look like he used to. One month had changed a lot in him, so why wouldn't it change a lot in Jungkook too.

Jungkook had rarely ever slept, quite the opposite from Jimin who spent at least half of his days sleeping -not like sleeping was an escape when he was tortured with his dreams- so the dark circles under Jungkook's eyes were pretty prominent, and his face had turned a little thin, bread cheeks gone, but the thing that had changed the most about Jungkook were his eyes, and it had nothing to do with whether he was eating or not, or if he was overworking himself or not, Jimin knew the reason the light in Jungkook's eyes had went out, because Jungkook himself told him the night they broke up, he told him that Jimin was his whole universe, he told him that if Jimin left him then the last breath in his body might as well leave him too. "And you're overworking yourself." Jimin's voice cracked, not used to talking to anyone for the last three weeks, the only human communication he had was Taehyung when he got too insistent that Jimin had to text him back, refusing to actually pick up the phone and open his mouth to speak to anyone.

"I'm not overworking." Jungkook stated curtly. "Come eat." He turned around, going to the table full of food, and pulling out a chair, looking at Jimin, and waiting for him to sit down.

Jimin slowly walked to the table, too scared of Jungkook's reaction if he told him he had no appetit to eat, and that he would probably throw up if he ate all of what was on the table. Still, he sat down, looking at the amount of food that he knew he couldn't even finish the half of. He looked up at Jungkook, to find him standing over him with his arms crossed. "You're not eating with me?" He asked quietly, not knowing how to talk or act around him.

Jungkook shook his head, looking down at Jimin and gesturing for him to eat.

"Then at least sit down with me." Jimin suggested quietly, too scared that Jungkook was going to reject him.

Jungkook sighed, uncrossing his arms, and taking a seat in front of Jimin, unable to remember the last time he had sat and ate in front of Jimin. It's been over three years since they had started dating, and not once had they sat in front of each other, it was either Jimin sat on his lap, or they sat beside each other that they were practically on top of each other.

Jungkook sighed again.

"Eat." Jungkook ordered when Jimin continued to stare at the food, not making an attempt to even reach for his chopsticks or spoon.

"You're really not gonna eat with me?" Jimin knew he was pushing his luck, and that Jungkook probably couldn't stand him, as far as he knew, he broke his heart, who would want to eat or even sit down at the same table with the one who broke his heart.

"When I make sure that you're actually eating, I'll eat too." Jungkook scolded, knowing Jimin was dancing around the fact that he didn't want to eat, and that he was using Jungkook not eating as an excuse to stall.

Huffing, Jimin reached for his spoon, pulling the bowl of soup in front of him, and slowly eating.

Jungkook continued to watch Jimin eat with his arms crossed, not giving him the chance to play around with his food to convince him he was actually eating, and once Jungkook had made sure Jimin had swallowed down enough bites of food, he slumped back in his chair in relief.

Jimin was looking anywhere but at Jungkook, too scared to look into his eyes, and seeing all that he did to him, and all that he had went through in the month they were apart. "So are you okay now?" He asked quietly, stirring his food.

"What?" Jungkook frowned, not getting what Jimin meant.

"Hoseok hyung. He- um sent me a few texts." He started, taking a sip of water to clear his throat. "Said you passed out in the g-gym." He finally looked up, his eyes full of concern, that he hoped Jungkook knew were there, he hoped Jungkook knew he still loved him even after they broke up, if not more than before.

Jungkook cleared his throat, looking away. "It was nothing."

"It's not nothing if you passed out, Jungkook!" Jimin bursted out, slamming his spoon down on the table.

"How about you worry about yourself, huh? How about you actually eat three decent fucking meals, and not starve yourself!" Jungkook yelled back, looking back at Jimin now, his eyes full of anger.

It was Jimin's turn to look away, crossing his arms and refusing to retort, or continue eating.

"Jimin, finish your food!" Jungkook scolded, pointing at Jimin's plate that was still unfinished.

"It's hyung, you brat!"

"Then eat, hyung!"

"No!"

"Jimin hyung!"

"I'm not eating. Leave me alone!"

"No! Stop acting like a child and eat!"

"No!"

"Jimin-ah." Jungkook called quietly, too tired to continue yelling. He still hadn't recovered from his fall, he had not eaten properly for his heavy work out, and when he woke up surrounded by his hyungs, they tried to get him to eat, but he told them that he would sleep again, and have a heavy breakfast in the morning, but there he was, sitting with Jimin, when they probably still thought he was sleeping in his room.

Jimin turned around at the way his name was being called, both concerned about Jungkook because he sounded out of breath and wanting to cry because it had been too long since Jungkook had called him by his name like that. "Jungkook? Are you okay?" He started to get up from his chair, looking at Jungkook's pale face. "Here." He handed him his cup of water, moving to stand close to his chair, instinctively holding his shoulder.

Jungkook nodded, swallowing down his water. "A doctor examined me, said I was fine." He put down the empty cup, looking up at Jimin who was leaning down to look at him, and his body froze up. He had forgotten how beautiful Jimin was this close, all his freckles clear to see, and the brown of his eyes more apparent. He could see the tiny wrinkles by his eyes, and he remembered kissing them every time Jimin smiled. Jungkook's eyes continued to trace all over Jimin's face, not noticing him doing the same thing, and when he realised that he had been staring for too long, he cleared his throat, looking away, and down again at the table.

"Then eat with me? Please?" Jimin still hadn't moved even when Jungkook had looked away, too stubborn to leave Jungkook now, or even take his hand off his shoulder, when he had finally gotten him here again, in their home.

Jungkook cleared his throat again, not understanding why Jimin was so insistent. "Okay." He said quietly.

Holding back a smile, Jimin nodded, going back to his chair after he had grabbed an empty plate, and then he loaded it up with as much food as it could take, knowing what Jungkook liked and making sure he put a little extra of it in. "Do the hyungs know you're here?" Jimin asked after he had finally sat down, watching Jungkook eat this time around.

Jungkook shook his head, swallowing down his bite of food.

"You should tell them."

Jungkook reached into his pocket, handing his phone to Jimin silently.

Jimin took the phone and put the date of their anniversary as the password, finding that Jungkook hadn't changed it. Trying not to think much of it, he opened Jin's messages and sent him a quick text.

Kookie: hey, hyung. It's Jimin. Jungkook is here, we're both fine, we're just having a meal together, and Jungkook is just busy eating that's why I'm the one updating you. If anything else comes up we'll update you.

(Sent: 9:36 p.m.)

Seokjinie: this brat! We didn't even notice he left! Scold him for me will you?

(Sent: 9:37 p.m.)

Seokjinie: also, Jimin-ah we miss you. Are you alright bub? We're worried about you.

(Sent: 9:38 p.m.)

Kookie: yes, hyung don't worry. I feel like I can breathe a little better now actually.

(Sent: 9:38 p.m.)

"Jimin-ah, your food is gonna get cold. Give me that phone." Jungkook scolded, reaching his hand out, palm up.

Kookie: gotta go, hyung but I'll scold him for you don't worry!

(Sent: 9:40 p.m.)

Jimin handed him his phone, hoping that Jungkook wouldn't read the last few texts. "You should've told them you were leaving."

"If I did they wouldn't have let me leave now would they?" Jungkook pointed out, raising his eyebrows at Jimin.

Jimin nodded. "So why was it that you came here?" He asked, popping a pickled radish in his mouth.

"I-" Jungkook started, not finding an excuse to tell Jimin. "My- uh-"

"Why are you here, Jungkook?" Jimin flat out asked, setting his chopsticks down with a clank.

"I came to get my Nintendo switch."

Jimin stifled a laugh. "Jungkookie, that's the first thing you put in your bag when you moved out." He almost mumbled the last part, remembering Jungkook taking all the important things he could grab in a fit of rage and shoving them in his bag before he left their apartment with a slam to the door.

"Yeah." Jungkook breathed out, his eyes shaking, probably recalling the same memory Jimin was, and he suddenly got up, pushing his chair back. "I should leave. I- I shouldn't have come in the first place." He said with a hollow laugh, moving to get out of the kitchen.

"No- Jungkook. Jungkook?" Jimin called out, scrambling out of his chair and holding Jungkook's elbow. "Please? Stay?" He pleaded, not sure why he was doing it, but he felt as if it was the right thing to do.

Jungkook turned around after he had taken a deep breath. "Why?"

"What?" Jimin whispered, taken aback.

"Why should I stay? We're not together anymore. You broke up with me, Jimin. I begged for you to stay and you left me. Why should I stay? I'm not your toy! You don't get to play with me all you want, and then throw me out, and then get bored without me! So now you want me to stay here because you're bored aren't you?! Do I actually mean nothing to you?!" Jungkook shouted, pulling his arm back from Jimin's hold, not holding back on expressing his feelings, a whole thirty days without Jimin made him bottle down a lot of anger, and it was covering his heart, but now it was all coming out, in Jimin's face.

"Maybe you should stay because you're not over me! Maybe you should stay because you still have our anniversary as your password! Maybe you should stay because you're still in love with me! You're just too scared to admit it." Jimin yelled back, trying not to back down even if it was breaking him to fight with the one person whose name he had called out in pain, like that person had the only medicine for his heartache.

"Oh, I'm not scared to admit it, believe me! The whole world probably knows how I'm still in love with you! Now, you tell me how you're any better! Still using the same password for the apartment. Why didn't you change it, huh? Were you waiting for me to show up? Were you hoping I'd sneak in and sleep next to you just like every time we fought? Tell me, Jimin-ah!" Jungkook's eyes had turned wide, and for a split second Jimin was scared that his Jungkook was nowhere to be found, and that he was the reason for it.

Taking a step back, and then another, Jimin's eyes had went wide at Jungkook's words. He was still in love with him, and it didn't matter that Jimin still felt the same because the damage was already done, and he had already hurt Jungkook, even if Jimin went on his knees and begged Jungkook, it wouldn't take back the hurt, and the agony Jungkook had felt for the last thirty days.

"Jimin!" Jungkook pulled Jimin to him when he saw him sway on his feet, holding him by his thin shoulders, all muscles gone, and his eyes watered. "What are you doing to yourself?" He cried out, gripping his shoulders tighter, his hands slipping down to his arms, finding them thin too, the shirt he was wearing covering all the weight he had lost.

Jimin's head dropped, and his hands moved to grip Jungkook's shirt. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Jungkook. I hurt you. I'm so sorry." He cried out, the tears he was holding since he saw Jungkook's face again falling down his face quickly one after the other. "I'm sorry. I'm so s-sorry. Jungkook-kie." He sobbed out, his legs giving up on him, which had him on his knees, his whole body still shaking with sobs. "I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around himself. For the first time since the break up he felt something that he hadn't felt before, he felt ashamed of himself, to bring Jungkook that much hurt and still ask him to stay, to hurt him even more now by worrying him, and to see how his actions had affected the one he loved most negatively, that if he wasn't lucky enough, he would have hit his head on those dumbbells, even if it was still just a possibility, Jimin was still responsible for it. He was responsible for being the one to hurt him the most when it was Jungkook protecting him throughout all their relationship.

"Hyung, get up." Jungkook sniffed, looking down at Jimin, who was still muttering how sorry he was to Jungkook, and when Jimin wouldn't get up, Jungkook went down on his knees to sit in front of him. "Just get up, hyung." He reached to hold both of Jimin's hands, pulling at them to get him to get up.

"Y-You should go. I'll be alright. I'm sorry I was selfish. Y-You don't deserve it, Jungkook-ah." Jimin looked up, the tears still falling down his face, but he smiled nonetheless.

"I'm not leaving you like that. Not when you're like this. How am I supposed to leave you now? I can't leave you, hyung. No." Jungkook shook his head repeatedly, reaching to hold Jimin's face, wiping his tears away with his thumbs even if more tears just continued to fall. "You're not eating, you probably don't get out of bed, and you won't talk to any of the hyungs, won't let anyone stay here with you. Why are you doing this?" He asked softly, utterly confused by the way Jimin was acting when he was the one choosing to break up, but Jungkook still could never hate him, his hands continued to wipe Jimin's tears, like it was the only thing they were made for, and when there was no tears to wipe, he just stroked Jimin's soft cheeks.

"Because- B-Because I can't stand hearing anyone's footsteps but yours. I can't let anyone in this apartment- our apartment that's not you. It's our home, I-I can't." Jimin sobbed out, and Jungkook finally pulled him to his chest, hugging him close, his arms wrapped tightly around him. "Jungkook-ah, I-I-" He hesitated, knowing how selfish he was about to sound. "I can't stop. I can't stop loving you, Jungkook-ah. I'm sorry. I'm so selfish, I still love you, I haven't stopped. I regret it. I regret it. I regret it. Please, forgive me, please, Jungkook." He pleaded, burying his face in Jungkook's shirt.

Jungkook froze, and if it wasn't for Jimin hearing how fast his heartbeat was going, he would say that he had turned to stone.

In the back of his mind, Jungkook knew that Jimin still loved him, and he knew that them loving each other wasn't the problem, and instead it was how Jimin couldn't see them as strong as Jungkook did. Still, Jungkook was stunned to hear Jimin finally admit it.

"You gave up on us." Jungkook stated, swallowing the lump in his throat. "How could you give up on us? How could you do that to me? Do- Do you have any idea what it did to me? To be abandoned, to realise I was seeing a future with you that was totally different from the one you were probably seeing- or not seeing in your case." Jungkook's tears fell silently, in the exact way his heart had broke a month ago, when he went back by himself to the dorm, with only a backpack full of things that didn't actually matter that much to him, not like Jimin mattered to him anyways. He had went back to his old room at first, and it witnessed the way his heart had shattered into a million pieces, specially when the attack had come out of the blue.

Maybe if more time had passed, both of them wouldn't have been this broken, maybe they would be a little more composed than they were now, maybe they would know how to hide how broken they actually felt, and not be that openly vulnerable. Maybe it was helping them get their feelings out, and coming clear, and maybe it was too much for them to handle at once.

"I had this year all planned out, a-and suddenly it was taken away from me, when you decided you weren't up for it anymore. When you felt that our relationship was too much work for you, right?" Jungkook kept talking, Jimin still leaning on him, too scared to pull away that Jungkook wouldn't hold him again, so he just listened to Jungkook's words, and they hurt, but Jimin knew he deserved it, he knew he had to hear it. "Tell me now, hyung. If we decide to do it again, how would I trust y-you? I can't go into a dead relationship, as much as I still love you, you broke the trust we built. You broke everything we built." Jungkook concluded, his eyes filling with tears again, so he pulled Jimin closer and cried on his shoulder, not holding anything back.

It was weird how Jungkook found comfort in the same person that caused him that much hurt. He didn't care though, he didn't care enough to push Jimin away, to curse him to hell and back, to push him away, leave the apartment and never look back, he should maybe do it, but love had him by the throat, and as he cried on the shoulder of the same man that broke his heart into a million pieces, Jungkook realised that what they had was probably bigger than he could imagine, what they had was bigger than the both of them, because they were brought together by fate, and fate would bring them together, again and again, and they had no choice but to give in.

Just like string dolls, they were tied by fate, and it was a spell that couldn't be broken.