#sobbing 'we will forever be by your side' & the price to pay for freedom huh. reminds me of zack too i love him so much

[shorkbrian]

The game had been rigged from the start.

Prelude- Inspired by that one scene in Pirates Of The Caribbean where those two pirate lumps find Elizabeth hiding in a cupboard lol.

Had this flipping song stuck inside my stupid meme brain while doing this https://youtu.be/k4V3Mo61fJM

Pairing - Bakugou/Fem!Reader/Todoroki

Warnings - Implied NSFW, but no descriptions

Hope you enjoy :) Thank you for reading!

- Brick

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You opened your mouth slightly, trying to calm yourself and ease your breathing. You had heard somewhere that breathing through your mouth made it so there was no noise, and right now you were trying to be as quiet and still as possible. Squished into the blanket storage in the living room, it was hard to see any light through the crack in the door,  but that just made this a better hiding place. It’d be pointless if someone would be able to see you just by giving the living room a quick once-over. You felt like crying, your heart slamming against your chest every time you heard hushed voices, or the sound of doors being opened and then slammed.  It felt like forever since you crawled into the tiny space. You hoped to god they didn’t find you. Even just thinking about the possibility of them finding you sent a vicious shiver through your body, making you aware of the pins and needles forming in your cramped legs. You could handle numbness. It’d be a small price to pay for some respite from the attention of your two captors.

Bakugou had come home in a bad mood, slamming the door and causing you to flinch in surprise. Todoroki had barely looked up from his book, one hand still gently petting your hair. While you were still unused to the blonde’s violatile moods, the man holding you firmly against his side while he read a book was not.

“Should I even ask what set you off this time?”

Bakugou kicked off his shoes, giving such an intense glare in Todoroki’s direction that you would honestly not be surprised if the heterochromatic man didn’t burst into flames.

“Shit doesn’t “set me off”  you fucking peppermint.�� Bakugou seethed. He stomped over to the armchair that was closest to the couch you and Todoroki occupied before collapsing into it with a huff.  He crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a once over that had you pressing closer to Todoroki. You hated both of your kidnappers, but (most of the time) Todoroki tried his best to not cause you pain. 

“Had to deal with god-awful Deku again.”  Bakugou continued, “His asshat of an agency wants him and I to team up for some promotional pansy-ass campaign or something. Hell if I know. All I know is I ain’t doin’ shit with that goddamn loser.”

“I see.”

Todoroki wasn’t listening. When it came to Bakugou? You wish you didn’t have to listen either. But when the blonde man gestured for you to come sit on his lap with a curl of his lip and a flick of his hand, you knew better than to ignore him. 

You had learned the hard way that the two (especially Bakugou, the sadistic little cunt.) handed out cruel punishments at the slightest slip up. Even though their system made absolutely no sense. Some days you would be punished for not taking a shower with one of them, even if you had been sleeping, or for looking at the tv if a movie was playing, because you should’ve been focusing on them. Like how being cuddled be a reward one day, and a punishment the next. They were fickle men, always changing their rules and expectations, and expecting you to reach impossible and confusing standards.

Bakugou had held you for a while as he calmed down, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hipbones underneath your oversized tee. You squirmed when they wandered too far, fingering the waistband of your shorts. Bakugou would huff good-naturedly, then return to smoothing the skin above your hipbones.  It was only when he started laying sloppy, open mouthed kisses along your neck, beginning to encroach on your shoulder and collarbone, did you try to wriggle out his grasp. By the steadily-growing bulge pressing against the small of your back, you could tell where this was going.

“Ple-ase don’t Kats-“

“Shut the fuck up. You’ll enjoy this.”

You knew for fact that if you felt any pleasure, it would only be because he would force it out of you.

“Bakugou, I’ve already played with her several times today. She’s probably sore.” You hadn’t been expecting Todoroki to chime in. His duo-colored eyes were fixated on the scene that you and Bakugou made, a slight flush marring his otherwise impeccable appearance. He had been watching Bakugou grope you.

“Fuckin’ ”played with her” eh? Well I’ve been working all damn day and I want a little playtime too.” 

That’s how the arrangement went. They traded off each day, one of them staying home with you while the other went and worked. They were still Pro-Heros.

Your face immediately heated up as Bakugou continued to handle you roughly. Todoroki had indeed, “played with you” and you were very, very sore.  He had made you shower together, then he had bent you over the kitchen counter in the middle of helping you make lunch. The man had even played with you while the two of you watched an incredibly cheesy romance movie, making you cry as his lust seemed insatiable. 

Todoroki set down his book,  crossing his legs gracefully as Bakugou spun you around so you were face-to-face with the muscular blonde. “What if we played a game? Hide and seek?…… if she stays hidden long enough she can go to bed? If we find her we’ll carry on with our…. evening activities.”

Bakugou grunted, his hands slipping underneath your oversized tee to palm roughly at your chest. You tried to keep your hiccuping sobs quiet. When had you started crying?

“Shit, you’d really leave me out to dry like that Half-N-Half?”

Todoroki shrugged.

“I doubt she’d win. In the event that she did, I wouldn’t mind helping you out.” Bakugou’s wandering hands never paused, but you could see the wheels turning in his head while he weighed the pros and cons of the situation. After a second he sighed heavily, before withdrawing his hands and roughly yanking your shirt back into place. 

“Hm, alright. Let’s fucking play a game.”

That’s how you ended up in the blanket cabinet, knees scrunched to your chest, trying to breathe as quietly as you could and hoping that you weren’t found before the kitchen timer rang. You had watched Bakugou set it to 20 minutes, and while it seemed entirely too long, the second you had opened your mouth to protest the blonde had shot you a feral grin, adjusting it so that there was now only 19 minutes. You got the memo and clamped your jaw shut with an audible click.

You could’ve sworn more time than that had passed.

Were you surprised when they found you? Not really. You knew it would happen at some point. You had just thought that the timer would ring before one of them dragged you out of the cupboard. Bakugou had found you, the man crouching as he opened up the door, his red eyes glinting with desire the second they fell on you. You had almost crumpled then, and basically did, except the shock of being suddenly pulled free and then hefted into Bakugou’s strong arms had you reeling and struggling to orient yourself. The fuzzy pain as your legs regained feeling distracted you from Bakugou’s breathless rambling about what the rest of the evening was going to look like. It was probably for the best that you weren’t able to listen.

“Icyhot! Get your ass in here!” Bakugou yelled over his shoulder, setting you down gently on the kitchen counter. A moment later, Todoroki sauntered in, the look in his eyes as they roved over you making your stomach go queasy. Bakugou had a smirk on his face as he reached for your shirt, only getting it halfway off and tangled in your arms before you were whining for him to stop.

“Wait! Wait I- please! Can I- Bakugou wait plea-“

“Holy shit, what now? Me and freedom M&Ms over here won fair ’n square.”

“I was in there for more than twenty minutes, I swear! Please, did the - did the timer go off?? And we didn’t hear it??”  You gestured towards your last hope, the kitchen timer settled on a different countertop. Todoroki picked it up, his nimble fingers dancing around it as he turned it over.

“Huh, funny…….”  He tossed it over his shoulder, barely flinching as it hit the ground with a loud crack. Your brow furrowed in confusion as he stalked towards you, his hands coming to rest on the tops of your thighs. Four predatory hands were on you now, and you shivered as the two men seemed to inch closer, invading every single inch of your personal space.   “I guess I forgot to press start….”  

Bakugou’s smirk turned into a full-on smile, his hands whipping off your shirt faster than you could blink as you cried out. Todoroki started working on your shorts, and you started sobbing and trying to push their hands away, despite knowing that it would do absolutely nothing.

The two men were going to have you.

The game had been rigged from the start.

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Snowfall (jikook)

Name: Snowfall Rated: T Pairing: Jikook Summary: Jungkook was ready to give up living having spent two years in a hospital and it took falling in love with Park Jimin to know that life was worth living for if he could see him smiling at him so prettily, eyes turned into pretty crescents and bubbling laughter filling his dull life

Warnings: attempt at suicide, angst with a happy ending

It was amid a chilly morning in Busan that a young man had gazed longingly out the window. The sun seemed to shine brightly, or at least looked as though it was desperately trying to, it’s efforts in vain as only glimpses of its warm rays filtered through the gray clouds beginning to embrace the city. The young man let out a soft sigh, breath slightly shaky and weak. He clutched onto the dull green covers over the plain thin white sheets with as much grip as he could, letting himself fall back onto the pillow.

“Good morning Jungkook-ssi”, a voice chirped, far too bright and familiar to the young man’s liking. His gaze never faltered from the sky outside, merely humming in acknowledgement before she continued. “You’re up quite early, but no worries. Why don’t we have get your check up over with, so we can get you a nice breakfast?”

He finally broke out of his trance, turning to the young woman in her dark blue top and matching blue pants walking in with a moving table, beeping machine following along with extensive chords sliding along the marble floors. Jungkook followed the movements as thought trying to distract himself from the true reality of his situation. But it was inevitable, she was at his side in seconds a bright smile at her face, rehearsed. And everything hit him again like it did every time.

The white walls, the heavy smell of medicine and disinfectant, the machines, the syringes waiting to yet again plunge into his skin. The inevitable fact that he was dying in a hospital in Busan and had been here for almost two years, stagnated, not getting better or worse. “I suppose that’s what has to be done. No options left when you’re dying”, he had murmured softly, and it was then he saw her expression falter for a few seconds, almost seeing the sympathy in her gaze.

She regained her previous smile quickly, pretending she hadn’t heard him as she gently pried his arm from under the sheets to check his pulse.

~~xXXx~~

“Please, I’m begging! Give us a few more days. We’ll pay for this month’s expenses, but we just need a bit more time”, Jungkook had heard his mother beg. He felt sick, not because of his actual illness, but because of the burden he was being to his family. He cried silently, feeling helpless and pathetic. What could he do? He couldn’t tell his mother that he didn’t need to be here. He could barely even move, much less help them someway.

“Mrs. Jeon, we understand your son is very sick, but there are more people who are just as sick if not more who are able to pay. It’s our job, but we’re just put in a tight spot. The treatments and checkups, and attentions all come at a high price.” Jungkook could tell that was the doctor speaking and he sounded annoyed and frustrated. The more he spoke, the more the black-haired male clenched his eyes knowing each word was surely making his mother miserable. He knew just how fragile and sensitive she could get and the man telling her that her son was disposable, was surely breaking her heart.

“I hate this. I hate myself”, he sobbed rubbing at his tired eyes hearing the pleading of his mother, heavy on his conscious.

“Jungkook honey, you’ve been awfully quiet these past days. Sweetie, is something wrong?” his mother had asked him on her visit. She looked tired Jungkook had noted, dark circles under her eyes, and she never seemed so aged to him as she did now with her wrinkles much more prominent and exhaustion evident. She had pulled a chair close to the side of his bed, ruffling his dark black hair, coaxing him to speak. He shook his head to assure her, but they both knew he wasn’t fine. In fact, he felt much more tired than other days.

“It hasn’t snowed yet, has it? Is it winter yet?” he asked, and she had retracted a bit, looking at him, truly seeing him. His clammy pale skin and frail body and the lack of shine in his eyes. Her eyes brimmed with tears because she understood what he had meant. The questions simple enough, but spoke volumes of his feelings. Even in his current state, he refused to be a burden and his mother knew he felt that way. Jungkook had been in the hospital for so long never allowed to go outside, time itself was unknown to him. He could never tell the time or day or season, only being able to guess from gazing at the mere window in the small room; the only room his family could afford.

She brought him into her arms again, trembling, and apologetic. “No, it hasn’t snowed yet, but it will soon. And the first snowfall will be beautiful just like you my sweet boy”.

“No.” She let their foreheads touch as she looked at him curiously, her eyes still red from crying, waiting from him to continue. “It will be beautiful like you, my warm and kind mother”.

~~xXXx~~

And Jungkook had lived that way, everyday having to bare through the same routine. It was tiresome, lonely, and boring. He was already accepting the fact that he was okay with dying. If anything, his mother would be saved, given the rest she needed from working so much to pay for his hospitalization. Upon his mother’s request, he’d been allowed to wander around the hospital in a wheelchair. He took this opportunity to both make a decision and take advantage of this chance. This was it.

Today he would stop being burden. He smiled to the nurse as she gently laid a blanket over his legs. She seemed caught off guard, but returned the smile. She would never understand why he’d smiled that way. She would never have realized what he was planning. He’d missed his mother and Busan. Miss the crisp air that would hit his face when he was young and running along the beach. His mother’s warm laughter and bright smile as he pointed to the seagulls crying and squawking as the waddled or flew around. The sun hitting his skin.

However, even if he chose to live, he’d never get to experience that. He’d be stuck here, in a timeless place forever or until his mother couldn’t convince them to let him stay anymore. He rolled out, passing a few other patients along the way. He was determined, much more so when he saw the open way towards the staircase. It was easy enough to just use his remaining strength to wheel at a high speed and let himself fall deep down.

He didn’t hesitate, he grasped onto the wheels, letting his fingers grasp on the rubber. He licked his lips once then twice as he looked around for any onlookers who could catch on to his plan. It would be easy to do it, and no one would suspect anything, but an accident. He’d accidentally rolled to far, with little strength to stop his fall. Finding no passerby, he began a slow pace, casually looking around as though he was exploring, innocent enough. He slowly increased the speed not a subtle as before, mustering a bit of courage and determination he had left. He was at full speed now, feeling his freedom at the tips of his toes, but suddenly it was gone. In a blink, it was replaced by softness and light aqua green scrubs.

“Woah there!” a sweet voice giggled. He looked up, eyes wide at the sight. He was mesmerized and in a trance of the cute young man blocking his way. Ethereal could be the only way to describe him. Soft blonde locks, cute button nose, and eyes a honey brown that turned into crescents from the dumbfounded expression on Jungkook’s face. From his attire, Jungkook could tell he was also a patient. “You seemed in a hurry. Eager to explore?” he continued to speak, and his lips were the prettiest shade of pink that Jungkook almost forgot that moments ago he was about to commit a grave sin. He heard the male speak again as he crouched down slightly to get a better look at him.

“Huh?” Jungkook could only say, eyes wide in surprise as though a deer caught in the headlights.

“I said my name is Jimin. Park Jimin. And yours, cutie?” he asked and Jungkook blushed profusely, shocked that someone could have that effect on him.

“J-Jungkook. J-Jeon Jungkook”, he murmured shyly, looking away. He heard that sweet bubbling laughter again and yet again he was reminded of the beaches of Busan from his sandy blonde locks to that refreshing laugh and smile. Even his crescent eyes reminded him of the moon on a warm night.

“Now Jungkookie, I know what you were about to do, and I don’t think it’s a wise decision on your part”, he spoke up as he literally skipped to grab on the handles of Jungkook’s wheelchair and turn him into the opposite direction of the staircase.

“Hey! Let go, Jimin!” Jungkook protested, at most it was weak, his resolve melted by the latter’s positivity and sweetness, but he had to try. Try to regain back his will and his purpose. Jimin ignored him, humming happily as he led them past the hospital rooms and towards the elevator. Jungkook simply huffed letting himself relax because it seemed that no amount of protesting would work on the blond. “Why do you even care?”

“Because life’s too short, to simply end it in self-pity and anger. Once you feel your life slip away through your fingers and you realize you did nothing to savor the bit of life you did have, you’ll leave this world with nothing but regrets. Why live so sadly, when you can do what you can to enjoy your last moments, right?”, he said losing a bit of the cheerfulness from before. Jungkook looked up at him, but said nothing. He felt those words meant so much more to Jimin than to him, but somehow, he felt they hit him deep in his heart like a pledge.

“Jimin”, he spoke softly. He wasn’t really calling him, and he didn’t mean to really say anything, but he wanted to test the name out on his lips. Like he knew he’d be saying it a lot and it felt nice to know someone was there when his mother couldn’t. It was reassuring and safe and…warm

“It’s hyung to you, brat. Don’t think I can’t tell you’re younger than me”, he laughed quietly and the tension before had unraveled into a comfortable one. Teasing and playful. They found themselves on the roof soon enough, confusion written all over the younger’s face.

“How come we’re here?” he asked the blonde who scoffed.

“How ungrateful! Your hyung did you a favor and got you some fresh air. The least you could do is be thankful”, the other chastised playfully before wheeling him towards the edge near the railing.

“I don’t think we can be here, hyung”

“I know, but breaking the rules occasionally is okay. I bet you missed this. The fresh air, I mean”, he mumbled and Jungkook couldn’t argue with that as a small smile finally reach his face. “You’re cute”.

They stayed like this in silence, looking at the city below them, could hear the faint sound of the waves from the beaches from afar. It was nice. And just like that the two of them gasped in awe at the small flakes of snow that began to fall, cold but welcomed by them both. They looked at each other, breaking in joyous laughter as they looked up and greeted the first snowfall together. It was a moment neither would ever forget.

~~xXXx~~

“Jungkookie?” Jimin had mumbled in between bites of his blueberry muffin as he sat at Jungkook’s side. The black-haired male turned to him, not realizing he’d been ignoring the blond for a while, his attention set on the window. He at least had the decency to look ashamed, but Jimin had dismissed his embarrassment with a wave of his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed, kookie. I was just wondering why you’re always looking out that window?”

Jungkook felt warmth reach his cheeks at the nickname. He was still shocked at the ease in which Jimin had wormed himself in his daily lifestyle. According to Jimin, the days were finally getting warmer and spring was finally upon them. That was two months ago. Two months since Jimin stopped him from ending his life. It became a routine that Jimin would visit him at all time, or stick by him. At night, when the nurses gave less rounds, the blond would crawl into his bed, whining about his own being cold and lonely.

“You’ll pull at my IV shorty!” Jungkook had giggled at the incessant amount of wiggling Jimin was doing while trying to accommodate both of them into the same cramped bed. The blond glared at him with a cute pout, but said nothing more as he laid his body flush against the younger’s, snuzzling his face into his side.

“Shut up, you’re like my personal human heater. And I’m not that short! You don’t even look tall”, he whined, and Jungkook hummed as he wrapped his arms around him being careful of the blond’s own IV on his wrist. It was domestic, and it was home.

“Jungkookie! You’re ignoring me again”, the blond whined, crumbs stuck on his lip. Jungkook unconsciously reached to take the crumbs of his lips and put his thumb in his mouth humming at the sweetness of the dessert. The furious blush and playful smack to his shoulder was rewarding enough before he began to organize his thoughts. “Y-You idiot! D-Don’t do t-that.”

“Sorry, hyung”, he wasn’t sorry at all. “But to answer your question… I really don’t know. I just feel like I’m waiting for something, but I’m not sure what? It’s strange, isn’t it?” he chuckled bitterly. He felt softness at his cheek and he realized too late that Jimin had kissed his cheek softly and was already retracting with a bashful smile. He looked as though he had done the action without realizing.

“S-Sorry…it’s just you were too cute…a-and I… I just really like you, Jungkookie. I’m not asking you to return my feelings b-but I just…ah”, he was rambling, tiny hands waving in front of him defensively, red bright on his chubby cheeks, fluffy hair going up and down as though he’d been caught with his hand in a cookie jar and was trying to defend himself. It was endearing, and Jungkook waited no longer to pull him by the collar of his ugly patient top and pecked his lips with his own softly.

Jimin was dumbfounded, blinking rapidly in a daze when Jungkook retracted just as quickly, fidgeting with his fingers like a love sick high schooler. They were both men in their twenties and here they were acting like newbies. “I l-like you t-too”, he confessed, both males laughed awkwardly before they smiled at each other lovingly, goofy smiles plastered on their faces. The beginning of a love, without thinking of the consequences. It was a blissful moment, no words needed to be said after, a fact that they were together unspoken but well known.

“And just so you know, I don’t think it’s strange. I think I too was waiting for something, but we both wait for different things, don’t we?” Jimin had finally broken the comfortable silence slipping his hands into Jungkook’s own, their fingers lazing. It felt good. It felt right, how perfectly their hands fit even when Jimin’s was tinier.

“Yeah? What were you waiting for?” Jungkook had asked patiently. He had seen something in Jimin’s eyes as though he was hiding something dark, something he never thought he’d tell him. He rubbed his thumb on Jimin’s palm a sign that he didn’t have to say anything, that he was merely curious. That everything was okay. But then Jimin looked at their hands with a soft smile. His gaze seems to take in that one moment as if memorizing it. He eyes wander to look at Jungkook, his expression morphing into pure unaltered adoration and love, before his eyes yet again became those charming crescents the younger fell in love with every time. He kissed his lips once again, sweet and chaste, and pure before responding without an ounce of hesitation.

“I think…I was waiting for you”.

~~xXXx~~

It was in the following days that Jungkook noticed two things. One, he was recovering. His mother had gushed in happiness and he too took notice of the color that his complexion had taken, no longer possessing pale skin, his body beginning to regain its weight. It was a miracle the doctors had said. How much progress he’d been having when a mere two years ago, he seemed on the brink of death. Second, his hyung had seemed a bit off in the prior weeks.

“Jungkook-ssi, you seem to be very cooperative. The nurses have even pointed out how much brighter you seem these days. They say there’s only two things that can get a man to be this well-off. Food or a woman. We both know the food here is not the best, so we’ll go with a young lady. Who’s the lucky gal?” the doctor chuckled as he scribbled down a few notes of Jungkook’s progress. Even his mother brightens up at the doctor’s words as she looked to her son with a teasing and knowing smile.

Jungkook blushed much to his own chagrin before he smiles. “Not a girl, but his name’s Jimin. And I cherish him very much. He’s made my stay here bearable”, he chirped, and his mother smiled at him warmly. She was at ease knowing her son was in good hands especially if her son was in not only better health, but also high spirits. She was grateful to see the shine back in his eyes, hope and love filling them until even the sun couldn’t compare to them.

“Well that’s lovely”, the doctor had smiled as well, giving them a final greeting before heading out. And speaking of the devil, or better yet, an angel in Jungkook’s opinion, he saw the familiar mop of sandy blond hair pop in the doorway before the cute cherub face of his boyfriend came into view.

“Jungkookie! I came to vi- oh my! I’m s-sorry! I didn’t know you had a visitor. I’ll c-come back”, he apologized profusely, and Jungkook was shocked that his mother had beaten him to stop the blubbering blond from leaving.

“No! Come in. You must be the Jimin my Jungkook seems smitten about”, she responded kindly as both males blushed furiously. Jimin waddle inside, and if Jungkook hadn’t been so nervous and embarrassed, he would have cooed.

“Y-Yes I suppose…I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you”, he bowed respectfully.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jungkookie’s mother Jisoo”, she giggled, teasing them both with the pet name Jimin had faithfully called Jungkook.

“Moooom”, the younger whined as Jimin and his mother had broken into animated conversation. Even so he was content to see them getting along so well and for once he felt everything was going right. Jimin was the hope and spark he was missing to finally get better. Jimin was all he needed. It wasn’t long before, Jungkook had slipped into a peaceful slumber, his chest rising slowly up and down. Jimin looked his boyfriend with adoration as he slipped his hand into his hair softly as though he was afraid he would hurt him.

“You love him, don’t you”, Jisoo had interrupted him. It was too late to feel embarrassed, so he chose to nod, his eyes glistening as tears threatened to fall.

“More than you’ll ever know”, he muttered softly.

“oh, believe me, I know. You look at him the same way I looked at his father. Complete devotion. I understand that it hasn’t been long since you two met, but its obvious when someone loves the other. You offered him happiness and joy he had lacked for so long. What did he offer you?” she asked him caressing his cheek gently like a mother to a son. She had completely accepted him, affection felt through her warm hand on his face. He placed his hand over hers, tears finally cascading down his face.

“Hope…Hope to live.”

Her smile had only downturned a fraction, analyzing him slowly. His complexion was familiar, bony hands, and bags hidden well through the makeup she realized he was wearing. A sick young man.

“Oh, Jimin”.

~~xXXx~~

“Hyung, are you okay?”, Jungkook asked the blond one day, but froze at the sight before him. He wanted to speak up, to move forward and pull the blond into his arms, but he was frozen in horror unable to move a finger from the entry way. Lately, Jimin had stopped visiting as often, less were the nights where he’d crawl in his bed to nag at Jungkook and hold him close. Less were the bright smiles, replaced by strained and pained ones, ones that never reached his eyes.He looked tired, awfully so, but yet he always held Jungkook’s hand gently and lovingly. And he saw now the reality of what Jimin had been hiding from him.

This time around, the younger had decided to visit him. His heart broke seeing the blond struggle to stand. He groaned, holding back grunts of pain. He finally managed to stand on his own feet, but it looked so utterly painful. He took a step, a cry escaping his purple, feverish lips before he stumbled and fell forward. He sobbed and Jungkook broke from his shock and ran to him, tears already threatening to spill from his lips. Jimin coughed, heavy and hard, struggling to breathe. His eyes were wide when he saw Jungkook at his sides.

He was so broken and helpless and so unlike the self he always showed Jungkook. He felt helpless and stupid. How could he not realize that his boyfriend had been in so much pain, had been this sick. “H-Hyung…oh my god…hyung”, he sobbed as Jimin weakly clutched at his shirt, blood painted on his lips.

“J-Jungkookie…please…I’m sorry. I don’t want to die”, he cried and Jungkook shushed him as he cried out for help. Begging someone to come aid the blond in his arms. The younger realized just how small the elder was, how fragile he was.

“Kookie. Kookie…Kookie”, the elder repeated in a mantra, afraid that his life could slip away at any moment and that Jungkook would be gone if he stopped speaking.

“I’m here, hyung. I’m here, love. I’m not going away…Please someone help!” he yelled in an almost rage. The nurses ran in, pulling a reluctant Jimin from Jungkook’s grasp. Jungkook however much he begged, was asked to leave, that his presence would only alter the already distraught and anxious patient.

Jungkook didn’t believe in a higher being, but that night he’d prayed that Jimin live. Begged that his health go back to the way it was if that’s what it took for Jimin to get better.

“Please, if anyone is above there. Please let him stay. Let him stay with me”, he sobbed and not even his mother could console him once she’d gotten news about the incident. She kept him company all night, he was hysterical and wanted to rush over to the other male’s side. To his Jimin. But the doctors had informed that he was in intensive care until further notice.

“Tell me he’ll be okay. Please”, Jungkook had begged to know, wanted to be assured so that his conscious could be at ease. The doctor lips were in a tight line.

“Its not in my hands anymore, Jungkook-ssi. We’re doing all we can, but it’s up to Jimin-ssi to fight off his illness. We can only hope that he can resist the strong medication and treatments”, he explained, proper and professional, but the younger could tell that Jimin was in critical condition and that death could knock at his door any moment. For a moment he lost all hope all over again.

~~xXXx~~

Two weeks gone by and Jungkook was still on edge. He didn’t know anything and anyone he asked always responded by saying that they were not authorized to speak of his health because of confidentiality and the patient’s parents.

However, today he was finally released from the hospital. “Wow, who knew I’d finally get to see you out of this place. I knew in my heart that you would make it through this”, Jisoo had hummed happily, clutching tightly onto him as he finished placing on for the first time in three years a set of normal black jeans and white t-shirt.

Three years. Today, a year ago was the fateful day he’d met Jimin. The day his life changed completely. He clutched onto the small bouquet of white lilies he’d asked his mother to buy him. She noticed his sad expression, knowing well he was not fully content about his recovery at the moment. “He’ll love them. He always did say lilies were his favorite especially the white ones, like snow.” She tried to ease him, give him courage.

It worked it seemed, a hopeful smile at his lips. And he ran, ran towards the one he’d longed for. Wanted to thank him for giving him happiness and hope. For giving him his unconditional love and care. Thank him for being him. His lovely Jimin.

He saw the blond’s room in his sight. “Jimin!” he yelled running into the room trying to catch his breath, lilies tightly against his chest as lovely as his boyfriend. He gazed up after fixing himself, bright smile on his face, but it fell just as soon.

He felt himself pale. No, this had to be a mistake. He wasn’t gazing at his boyfriend, not his beautiful smile, not his glowing eyes, but an empty bed. No monitor, no body, no nothing. Empty. Just like Jungkook’s heart as it shattered into a million pieces, the bouquet of lilies falling limply on the floor. He fell on his knees in disbelief. He was gone. And he was too late. Never got to tell him the extent of his feelings, tell him just how much he meant to him.

The tears fell before he could tell. Heavy like his pain, heavy like his regret. He was still shocked not processing what was going on until he broke, kneeling forward until his fists and forehead touched the floor and he sobbed loudly.

“No…please…anyone but him. Come back please”, he begged to no one, the nurses didn’t dare comfort him or ask him anything simply going about their business and cleaning the room and fixing the sheets, surely for a new patient.

“Oh my god! What’s wrong, Jungkookie?” he heard a familiar speak laced with concern. He felt small petite hands on his back and he whipped up so fast in disbelief, stray tears still falling down his face. Jimin was there, alive and well and beautiful. He was just fine, perfect even and glowing. “What’s wrong? Are you in pa-”

He didn’t manage to finish before Jungkook had tackled him onto the floor, lips pressed against the blond’s in a bruising and deep kiss. Jimin hummed, arms automatically going around the black-haired male’s neck. He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that Jimin was here in his arms and he was now kissing him, longing evident. “Jimin, y-you’re here”, Jungkook muttered breathlessly kissing all over his face, his nose, his cheeks, his eyes, and his lips.

“Of course, I am. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were that worried and oh gosh, I feel horrible. The empty room must have alarmed you, baby”, he began to ramble again like the first time he’d confessed to him and then he noticed Jungkook stare at him blankly. “W-What? Why are y-you looking at me like that?”

“Say it again”, Jungkook was breathless, he loved Jimin’s new pet name. The blonde was confused. “Call me like that again.”

“Baby”, Jimin caught on, realizing he’d said it like it was natural. Jungkook pecked him once again on the lips so many questions lingering.

“How? How are you here? I swear I thought I’d lost you. One moment, you were dying, and I was so scared…I thought I’d never get to see your beautiful face again”, he was so relieved as he grabbed Jimin’s face between his hands, fearing he’d disappear again.

“Kookie, I’m sorry. The doctor could only explain it as that downfall before the break. Like a fever that gets really bad before it suddenly goes away. I had been having a good recovery, but all the medicine and treatments were taking a toll on my body. I had a fallout, but as soon as it came down, I got better and stabilized. And here we both are ready to get out of here”, he grinned.

Jungkook was glad this was all over. He reached over for the abandoned lilies and was rewarded with the most bashful smile on Jimin’s face as he pulled them against his chest and sniffed at them, content and so happy. “Come on, there’s one more place we need to see before we leave”, Jimin had a glinting his eyes as he guided Jungkook to the only place they’d gone very weekend after the first snowfall when they met. The rooftop.

It was cold, but neither cared as they held hands and neared the railing to look over the city. “Jungkookie, I have a confession to make”, he began softly, even a bit fearful. “That day we met…I was intending to do the same thing you were planning on doing with that staircase”.

The younger was at a loss of words. No way. “You mean you were planning to”, he didn’t dare finish his sentence once Jimin nodded in affirmation.

“Yeah…I was planning to jump from right here. This place exactly. I was angry, upset, and depressed. I was dying. My personality was terrible. Everyday was a fight with the nurses, aggression was the only thing I could do to cope with my situation”, he explained grimly as if regretting his actions.  It was evident in the way he slumped his shoulders as Jungkook listened intently. Jimin gazed at him once before he looked back at the city as if recalling the day, they’d met.

“What was the point of getting treatment when I was going to die anyway? But that day I was set on making it all end. I sped my way towards the elevator, and I hadn’t seen you until your chair crashed into me. It was ridiculous to me. I was faced with such a cutie, the glint in your big eyes told me of your purpose. I saw myself, but I also saw you were younger and you seemed in worse condition than me, and yet I was complaining more. I noticed the purple on your arms from the needles, that hopeless look in your eyes and all I wanted to do was hold you. Tell you that it was going to be okay. I couldn’t let you do it, but if I was going to give you that advice I might as well follow through myself as well”, he chuckled a few tears ready to escape.

Jungkook clutched tighter onto his hand. Knew this was something Jimin had kept with him for a long time. “We were both young, spent a good few years from our teenage years to adulthood here all pointless because we were stuck on the idea that we could die. But after I saw you I knew I had to do something. And you brought out a side of me I didn’t know was there. I was never as happy as I was when I was with you and getting to see your eyes light up when were together, that cute bunny smile bright and on display made my heart race. In that moment more than ever…I wanted to live. You made me want to live and fight to live. I didn’t lie when I said I had been waiting for you. It was all because of you”, he finally turned to Jungkook.

He was looking at him properly, oh so grateful. “All because of you…Jungkook…I love you”, he finally muttered and Jungkook felt the air leave his lungs. He let his hands reach Jimin’s eyes to wipe the tears as he tried to hold back his own. They were a mess for all the right reasons.

“Idiot, I should be saying that to you. The only reason I wanted to live was to see that smile and those cute eyes of yours, and your perfect self, smiling at me. Because I wanted to see you holding onto to me when I woke up in the morning, wanted to see you crawl late at night in my bed holding my hand. All of that and more. I love you too so much, Park Jimin”, he mustered the courage to say before their lips met again this time for much longer and much sweeter than the others. And as they stayed closed like this, hands laced together, tears of joy falling down their cheeks, they felt the snow begin to fall. The first snowfall of yet another year, and many more that were to come because they were leaving this place, leaving all the pain and hurt behind. Together.

Jikook one-shot present for my friend Jen from our VANTES secret santa event