Jungkook woke up to a patting on his head. It was rather annoying since he felt so tired. He just felt like he could sleep for ages if it weren't for the insistent tapping.

He cracked his eyes open to find a very worried face looking down at him.

"Jimin?" His voice was hoarse and raspy, but Jimin quickly gave him a light smile.

"How're you feeling?" He asked softly.

"I'm not sure." Jungkook reached up to touch his forehead to find it wrapped in bandages. "Thanks." He managed to croak out before closing his eyes again, not to sleep, but to think.

"How'd you get me here?"

"You woke up enough to get on my back and I piggybacked you to my place. It wasn't too far. We have to go sign papers with the judge tomorrow afternoon, but she came to a decision."

"And what was that?"

"I still get your winnings, but I have to pay your medical bills."

Jungkook groaned at the thought and opened his eyes to look up at Jimin.

"You don't have to do that Jiminie."

He smiled slightly and looked down at his hands away from Jungkook.

"She said I do...for breaking your heart. She's the one that made me go after you too."

Jungkook chuckled, but it quickly turned into a cough. As soon as the noise emitted from his lips Jimin was right there again holding his head up and placing a glass of water to his lips. Jungkook sipped at it willingly, the coolness of it feeling good on his throat.

"Jimin."

"Hmm?"

"If you hate me so much, and you have Yoongi, why are you bothering to take care of me?"

Jimin sighed loudly and stared back down at Jungkook with fondness in his eyes. He brushed the hair back from Jungkook's forehead and smiled reassuringly.

"Yoongi is a filler. He's nothing more than a good fuck and he knows that. And Jungkook, I don't think I could ever bring myself to hate you, but I'm still very angry with you. I haven't forgiven you, and I'm mostly doing this because I'd feel guilty if I didn't. You're pretty sick. You had a fever earlier and you look like hell. What happened to you?"

It was Jungkook's turn to sigh as he thought about the shitstorm he'd been through in the past four months. He didn't really want to talk about it, but he guessed Jimin probably wouldn't give him a choice.

"Well, I spent a few days pretty numb to the world right after everything at the baseball stadium happened. I just didn't process it right away, and I didn't know what to do. When it finally hit me though, it hit me hard..." Jungkook trailed off and Jimin sensed the change of air around them very well. It got darker and sadder fast.

"Jungkook...you did something didn't you?"

Jungkook didn't say anything and closed his eyes. Jimin's lips curled into a grimace. He must've done something really bad to not wanna tell him about it.

"Jimin."

His eyes were open and gleaming with tears.

"I-I didn't know what to do. I lost everything. I lost you and baseball and my dignity. No one respected me anymore. I couldn't—"

"No. Jeon Jungkook what the fuck did you do?!" Jimin stood up from next to him with his voice raised.

"I tried to end it hyung."

Jimin broke at that.

He was on his knees in the blink of an eye and sobbing into the couch cushion next to Jungkook.

"Hyung please, please don't cry. I'm here and alive right? That's the good news."

Jimin's head shot up and he was glaring at the boy next to him. "Why didn't you call me?!" He screamed, making Jungkook wince in pain from the noise. Jimin noticed and immediately went to stroke ithe boy's head in apology, but Jungkook flinched before his hand could even touch him.

Then it dawned on Jimin.

Jungkook associated his hand coming toward him with getting hit by him.

Jimin was speechless as he stared at the boy who stared right back at him. "Jungkook I..I'm so sorry. Why didn't you call me though?" He asked much gentler.

"Every time I thought of you...all I heard was your voice telling me you hated me and that you never wanted to see me again. I'm sorry hyung."

Jimin felt as though he deserved the worst person alive award because Jungkook made him feel horrible.

"I'm so sorry Jungkook. I had no idea. I—"

If Jungkook had learned anything about Park Jimin in his life, it's that the boy is easiest to shut up with a kiss.

He also learned that kissing Park Jimin is like hitting a home run. Every. Single. Time.

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"Jungkook. I really don't know where to go from here."

Jimin was sweating and panting and laying next to an equally sweaty and exasperated Jungkook. Naked. In his own bed.

"Don't go anywhere Jiminie. Let's just stay in your bed forever." Jungkook said quietly as he rolled over to pull Jimin close to his chest. "We both know you know how sorry I am for that whole dare. It was such bullshit, but it did help me realize how much I missed you."

Jimin tried to roll away from Jungkook, but somehow found himself cuddling closer to him. Why couldn't he think logically? Jeon Jungkook. The man that used him like a toy in a nasty game was in his bed. The man he swore he hated for four months while Yoongi fucked him senseless. Why couldn't he just let Jungkook go?

Soft snores against his ear brought him out of his thoughts. He turned over to see the very boy of his thoughts looking so serene and peaceful. His eyes were closed and his hair disheveled. He stirred a bit at the movement, but just wrapped his arms tighter around Jimin.

"This is it." Jimin whispered to himself more than anyone else.

"This is why I can't leave you Jungkook." He whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to the boy's nose.

"Then stay." Jungkook whispered back in a sleepy daze.

"I'll try."

But can I really?

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A/N: YALL