Jimin pov (its been a while lmaoo)

It's been days since I hit my head. I haven't left my room for anything besides taking care of my hygiene.

I hear Jungkook often now. I hear him chatting with Jin and Taehyung. They go downstairs to watch movies now. It all started a few days ago when I hit my head. That day was the day Jungkook started leaving his room.

Taehyung said it was only for movies and dinner. He still ate breakfast and lunch upstairs. He said Jungkook laughs these days. He also said he sounds like tickle-me-elmo. I wouldn't know honestly, I forgot what his laugh sounds like.

My head doesn't kill me to stand up anymore. I made my way to the door. I heard Jin and Taehyung talking and then a door closing. I didn't hear Jungkook say a word. That means he could be downstairs still.

I made sure to be quiet as I walked out of the room, I didn't even close my door to bring attention to myself. The only noise at all was soft groans and my name coming from Yoongi's room. I sighed mentally at that.

How could I do such a terrible thing? I don't feel anything for him anymore. I promised myself that Yoongi was off limits. Even if Hoseok told me to go for him, I'm horrible for doing so. I love Jungkook and I've been throwing out I love you's to him for months now, but it all means nothing now that I've almost had Yoongi's dick in me. I didn't mean to shut Jungkook down and break him. I shouldn't have even been alone with Yoongi.

When I got downstairs, Jungkook was laying on the couch, eyes glued to some horror film. I tried my best to block out the screams on the tv, but it was a bit difficult. I'm a wimp when it comes to horror.

"H-hey" I started off with.

As soon as I said that Jungkook shut the T.V off. The living room had no light source whatsoever. My vision isn't too great, but I could see him standing up. He was walking to the stairs.

"I wanna fix this" I said.

He didn't say anything back. He stopped in his place for a moment. Knowing him and how this has gone other times, he'd play hard to get and then we'd either fight or fuck or maybe even both. And just as I expected, he carried on walking. Making his way upstairs.

I opened my mouth to talk, but nothing came out. I hoped that he'd at least say something to me. I wanted to at least hear his voice while he's in front of me, even if it's negative. I'm tired of only being able to listen to him whisper to Jin and Taehyung throw my door.

I followed behind him. I went to reach for his hand, but he picked up his pace. Before I could finally utter even his name, he'd gone inside his room. Slamming the door right in my face behind him. I could hear the lock turn as well.

"Jungkookie" I whispered as I knocked.

I just want to talk to him.

"Jungkook please talk to me" I said a little louder.

I rested my hand on the door this time. Pressing my forehead against it as well. There was no response from him.

"Jungkook, please. I love you" I begged.

I knocked with my palm and sighed against it. I felt my chest tighten up. I took one deep breath and exhaled slowly.

I'm tired of fighting, Jungkook. Just answer the door. I need you to hold me now and say you love me too. I need you to say you're ok and I'm ok and that we'll both be ok. I need you to take this leap towards our relationship. Taehyungs said you've been doing great, so let me see your improvement.

"Jungkook" I said in my normal voice. I gritted my teeth afterwards.

I'm so tired of fighting. I'm so sick of crying all the time. I love him and he loves me too, so he needs to take responsibility for his feelings. I know I messed up. Everyone knows I messed up. I'm sorry I messed up.

Throughout calling out for him and knocking several more times I felt myself slowly losing it. I furrowed my brows and clenched my fists. My chest felt like it was going to explode, like my heart was going to come jumping out. My eyes glossed over because I'm such a wimp.

"Jungkook! Open the fucking door!" I finally yelled- no, I screamed.

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath afterwards. Stepping back and staring at the door as if he'd really open it for me now. One tear streamed down my face an suddenly an army of them came following behind it.

"Jimin?" I head Yoongi question.

I ignored him. I know it was shocking. I don't yell like that really. I don't swear. I'm supposed to just be happy and pretty, but not right now. Not when Jungkook keeps screwing with me like this.

And to my surprise Jungkook opened the door. He stared at me with a worried look, but said nothing.

"I'm sick of you pretending not to love me!" I cried out as I punched his chest weakly.

"Sick of you acting like you can't feel things for others" I stepped forward and he stepped back.

"Sick of making you cry!" I punched his chest the third time now.

He shut the door when the two of us were in his room. I wanted to keep smacking his chest, but what good would it do? It will get us nowhere.

"Jungkook I do love you ok? I do. It's always been you. When you'd tease me it just made me want your love and attention even more. Jungkook all I wanted from you was a formal confession. Not just a birthday fuck and an assumption. I'm sorry I yelled at you for acting up and for- well for everything, ok? I'm so, so sorry!" I cried out.

I took a step back. Hiccuping as I looked away and held my hand over my mouth to try and quiet down. I sniffed here and there so I wouldn't be a snotty wreck.

"You slept with Yoongi- I-I knew all along you didn't actually care about me or how I f-feel." He said. He wouldn't look at me, even as he spoke.

He was crying as well. Not as hard as I am, but he was. A few streams of tears flowed down his cheeks. His nostrils flared as his lip quivered. His brows were furrowed and his chest was rising and falling noticeably. I could see all that through my blurred vision.

"I didn't sleep with him. We didn't go all the way. I couldn't. I only love you, I mean it" I said as I reached out for him.

I tugged at his shirt. He stayed in place still. Not looking away from whatever he was staring at to keep his eyes off of me.

"I just love you so much" he said it as if he was ashamed of it.

I physically felt that. It was like a bullet being shot directly into my heart. I shook my head and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, but it was no use. I couldn't calm down at all.

"Then lets not fight any more" I said.

I couldn't hold myself back. I greedily wrapped my arms around him. Buried my head in his neck and let my tears soak his shirt. His body was shaking in my arms, but I held him tightly. I felt him hunch forward. He was crying a bit harder now. Still, I held him tightly.

"But you- you and Yoongi." Saying that seemed like it was the hardest the hardest thing he's ever said.

"Jimin, I can't forget that." His voice was so strained.

The way it cracked broke my heart.

"Then at least know it'll never happen again. It was stupid and I'm sorry. No excuses, just purely an apology. I was wrong, and I'm sorry." I admitted.

That's just it. I was wrong. I love him. I'm sorry. Those three statements are the only ones that matter from me.

Just then I felt his arms on my hips. He hesitated, but slowly held me back.

"I- Jimin, I'm sorry too" he apologized.

He sniffed as he rested his cheek on my head. His body was still shaking a little.

"Shh, it's ok, don't be" I whispered.

He began to inhale deeply and exhale slowly. He repeated the process several times before his body finally stopped shaking.

"I love you" he let out through his final exhale.

"I love you too" I smiled sadly.

Junkook's everything to me.

We held each other just like that for a while. I rubbed his back and pecked his neck here and there. Nothing majorly intense. We both were just trying to calm down still.

And as time passed I ended up in his bed. He was laying down on his back. I laid half on my side and half on him. I had one leg over his and one arm around him.

We haven't done anything yet. We probably won't do anything tonight. I'm content just like this. I'm ecstatic to be in his arms and to be happy with him. Then again, we could and I wouldn't mind either way.

"Are you ok?" He suddenly questioned.

He stared at the bandage on my forehead. It was off to the right. When I do part my hair, it's to the right. That's the only reason he can see it now.

"Yeah. I don't have a concussion, luckily. It hurts a bit though" I shrugged to make it not worrisome.

It took me by surprise when he suddenly leaned in. He reached his arm over and cupped my cheek. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he instead laid a super gentle peck on my bandage.

When he pulled away I quirked a brow at him. He smiled sheepishly as he leaned in quickly and pecked my lips.

"You're supposed to have someone who loves you kiss your wounds so it doesn't hurt anymore" he said it confidently as if it was a no brainer.

I couldn't help but giggle at how sweet and innocent that was. It sounded like something my mom would've told me as a little kid.

"Who told you something so cheesy?" I asked.

"Jin.. Why? Did he lie?" His ears slowly turned red from embarrassment.

Of course it was him.

I clenched my teeth for a moment. I caught my jealousy quickly though. Really, if it weren't for Jin, Jungkook would still be mad at me and unwilling to hear me out. Plus, Jin wasn't mad at me for giving Taehyung a hickey. I don't know why I'm so jealous over him just simply being nice to Jungkook.

"No. I feel much better now" I shook my head and smiled again to reassure him.

He nodded his head and smiled back.

"Good, I was worried. Then again, it works for me, so it has to be true" he said matter-of-factly.

I felt my heart flutter a bit at how cute he was being. I nuzzled my nose into his cheek before pecking his lips. I love him so much it makes my heart full.

He turned his body over to face mine. Propped himself up on his elbow and stared into my eyes. A sweet smile that I've been longing to see took place on his lips. His eyes were still puffy and red from earlier, but just like our problems, it'll go away. He moved in for one single peck then backed off, but repeated the process a few more times.

"You really do love me though, right?" He asked to make sure.

"I love you"

I love him.