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Jimin needed to apologize. His anxiety wouldn't calm down since the accident and Jungkook had been furious being on bed rest. Things were going quite well before Jimin gave him a concussion and Jimin was determined to fix it. And terrified. Standing in front of Jungkook's door (which is the second away from Jimin's on the right side of the hall, Jimin's on the end, with Taehyung's in between. Across from that is Hoseok's, Jin's, Namjoon's, then Yoongi's from right to left) Jimin rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans. Loud music was blaring from Jungkook's room but Jimin couldn't quite make out what it was. Jimin hoped it didn't hurt Jungkook's head too much. He was so nervous, he forgot to knock.
Jungkook's room was a lot cleaner than Jimin's (Jimin liked to blame it on his kitten). It had grey walls, since he wasn't allowed to paint them black. It was all very organized with his clothes hanging up along a rack built into the wall, picture frames of all them on his black night stand, and posters of his favorite bands on the walls. But that wasn't what grabbed Jimin's attention. No, it was Jungkook who was currently standing/jumping around on his bed with a broom? in his hands as fake guitar. He was only wearing black boxer briefs jamming out to P!nk's song 'So What' blaring loudly through his fancy speakers as he mouthed the words aggressively.
"SO WHAT, I'M STILL A ROCKSTAR, I GOT MY ROCK MOVES. AND I DON'T NEEEED YOOUUU. AND GUESS WHAT? I'M HAVING MORE FUN NOW THAT WE'RE DONE!"
Jungkook didn't notice Jimin until Jimin was rolling on the floor, laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes. Jungkook froze upon noticing his cute hyung rolling around on his floor. Realizing he was laughing at him, Jungkook quickly turned the music off, his face flushed red.
"Jimin get out!"
"Going through-" Jimin took a deep breath in between laughs "-through a tough breakup Jungkookie?" Jimin squeaked as he let out another boisterous laugh.
Jungkook jumped down from his bed, embarrassment flooding through his body. "Hyung! Please get out!" Finally noticing how upset Jungkook was Jimin stopped his laughing. Jungkook's face was red to the tips of his ears, his fists clenched. Speechless and shocked from how serious Jungkook was being, Jimin just stood up and backed out of his room, the door soon being shut in his face. He stood there for a little while and listened to the stomping of Jungkook's feet. After it grew quiet again, Jimin remembered why he was even at Jungkook's door.
Knocking tentatively, Jimin called out to him.
"Jungkookie? Hyung's sorry. I didn't mean to upset you again. I just- I actually came to apologize Kookie, but I guess the list of things for me to apologize for, won't stop growing. Can you please let me in so we can talk?" It was quiet for a little longer before Jimin could hear Jungkook begin walking towards the door. The doorknob turned and Jungkook opened the door (now wearing pants) giving Jimin a nod to enter.
They both sat down at the edge of his bed.
"I just, I'm SO SORRY Kookie. I can't believe I let my recklessness hurt you, my doesang! I should have listened to you and just let you grab it. I won't ever make the mistake of not taking your advice and help. I should've been grateful for your offer, not stubborn and careless. It's my fault your on bedrest and I know it has to be the least favorite thing you have ever done, and that's putting it nicely. And then I just barged into your room and laughed at you. I'm an awful hyung and I'm sorry. I promise to change myself for the better."
Jungkook stared wide eyed at Jimin. His soft doe eyes expressing surprise. He then lifted his hand to nervously scratch the back of his neck, looking away from Jimin before speaking.
"Don't change hyung. I'm sorry I get so upset at you. You're my hyung and I should show more respect. I'm not mad at you for trying to get the milk powder alone, even though I still helped, I actually kind of think it's cute how stubborn and short you are, even how clumsy you are. And well I'm not mad about you laughing at me either. It's pretty funny that I was singing with a broom guitar to a song about an empowering woman going through a break up. But if you think about it, it applies to me too! I'm just frustrated with the bedrest, so I thought, y'know what? I'm still a rockstar? I've got my rock moves. Even if I have a concussion." Then it was Jimin's turn to stare stunned. But it didn't last long before they were both falling over laughing, leaning into one another as they gasped for air.
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It wasn't all magic rainbows and butterflies with Jungkook, but it was better than it had ever been. They would have a conversation here and there, Jungkook didn't make as many snarky remarks, and if he did, Jimin didn't stay up all night thinking about it (maybe 30 minutes, but still much better than before). At the moment they were holding hands because Jimin's hands were freezing while they stood outside waiting for Taehyung to get done running so they could play a game. Jimin's small hands were completely enveloped by Jungkook's much larger ones and provided a lot of heat.
After about five minutes Taehyung rounded the corner of the small track they had outside. They were all bundled up, Jimin in Taehyung's larger blue sweater that he had worn out but took off to run.
Taehyung rubbed the sweat behind his neck with a small towel as he walked up to the teens huddled together. Noticing Taehyung, Jungkook ripped away from Jimin, slightly embarrassed for how close they were. Jimin didn't think much of it, ready to go back inside where it was warm.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Jimin jumped around heading for the door that leads to the indoor gym. The other boys smiled fondly before quickly following him inside.
When they entered the living room, everyone was already huddled onto the large couch facing the TV.
"Ah just in time!" Jin welcomed them.
"I told you the maknaes would be together." Yoongi mumbled to Hoseok.
"What's going on?" Jungkook asked.
"Movie time! So sit down and be quiet! Actually Jungkookie, wanna make some popcorn for your hyungs?" Jin asked.
"Jin hyung, just because he's the youngest doesn't mean he's our maid." Scolded Jimin.
"It's fine Jimin, I will help Kook." Taehyung offered.
"I'm not-"
"C'mon Kookie, let's be dutiful dongsaengs!" Tae cheerily said (a little forced) as he shoved Jungkook towards the kitchen.
"You kids need to learn to respect your hyungs." Yoongi scolded.
"But-" Jimin started but before he could say anything Hoseok pulled him down onto the couch.
"Jiminie, you've been getting braver."
"I'm sorry hyung, I don't mean to be disrespectful." Jimin apologized, tensing up in his hyung's hold.
"It's okay. You're fine."
"What movie are we watching?" Tae asked walking back in eating popcorn out of the bowl Jungkook carried.
"We haven't decided yet. Everyone but Hoseok wants to watch Scream."
"Jimin doesn't want to either!" Hoseok said quickly, not caring if Jimin wanted to or not he knew his favorite donsaeng would back him up.
"Ummm" Jimin didn't actually say that but Hoseok wasn't wrong. "Yeah not really." Jimin admitted shyly.
"Psh, really? I've heard it isn't even that scary! You guys are wimps." Jungkook said. "Please! Pretty please! I want to watch it!" Jungkook begged, using his maknae powers (his sparkly doe eyes and cute cheeks).
"I'm actually fine with it." Jimin lied.
"Jimin! Don't be so weak-!"
"Okay! It's settled, Hoseok is the only one who doesn't want to watch it, 6 to one, we're watching it. Sorry Hobi, it's democracy, deal with it." Yoongi said, as Namjoon slid the disc into the DVD. Taehyung sat next to Yoongi, leaving the only open spot for Jungkook on the end of the couch next to Jimin.
The movie lived up to its name. There was plenty of screaming. A girl's high pitched scream blasted through the speakers as she came face to face with the white masked killer, the jump scare making Jimin clench his fists and bite his lip. He regretted sitting next to Hoseok, who ditched him to cling to the unfazed Yoongi. He really wished he had sat next to Namjoon so he could curl into him and feel protected. But instead he clenched his own fists and whimpered as liquidy blood, that he tried to tell himself was just fake, splattered everywhere.
Not being able to help it Jimin let out a small whimper, he was honestly terrified. Things like this happened in real life! Sure maybe they didn't wear a creepy mask with an overly sized mouth, but that didn't stop them from murdering! As the killer slashed out again, Jimin jumped a little and squeezed his eyes shut, not sure how much more he could take.
His ears finally got relief from the woman's high pitched screams, but Jimin couldn't be thankful, silence was never good in a horror movie. The eerie music grew louder and Jimin shrunk down, peeking through his eyelids watching the woman creep through the dark house. Not being able to watch any longer Jimin looked to Jungkook to see if he was just as scared as Jimin. Jimin expected to see an unfazed Jungkook watching the screen intently, but instead his eyes met Jungkook's who was watching him .
"Here hyung, take my hand" Jimin's heart somersaulted. Jungkook was offering to hold Jimin's hand. Jimin didn't make up an excuse or ask, no, Jungkook was willingly taking Jimin's hand on his behalf. Not waiting a second longer Jimin grasped Jungkook's offered hand, scooting his body closer to Jungkook as well. With each scare Jimin got closer, until by the end of the movie, Jimin was on top of Kook, his face pressed into the crook of Jungkook's neck as the creepy credit music played.
"Hyung? Can you please get off of me?" Jungkook asked. Not really wanting to speak, Jimin nodded and got off of him. Things were slightly awkward as Jungkook left the room. Jimin looked to see what everyone else was doing. Hoseok and Yoongi had fell asleep, but Jimin was pretty sure Hobi had passed out from fear. Tae was waking them up and Namjoon and Jin were already gone.
Jimin calmly made it to his room (he sprinted the whole way in fear), turned his lights off for bed (left his lights on) and fell asleep (after he texted Tae to come cuddle him