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When Jungkook gazes towards Jimin, he tries his best to repress the sigh that’s close to falling from his lips. They’re laying in bed, and usually, back when they started living together in a small but comfortable apartment, their limbs would be tangled together, smiles would be shared, they’d hold each other’s hands until they could barely keep their eyes open, the birds chirping and the sun starting to rise. But now, it’s like there’s an invisible wall between the two, and neither of them really seem to mind. Jungkook wants to reach out and wrap his arms around the boy’s torso, and he does, but Jimin only shrugs his arm off and says, “Not right now, Gguk.”
Jungkook retreats and finds himself pressing his lips together, mumbling a somewhat affirmative response. “Let’s go to sleep, I’m tired,” Jimin says, putting his phone down on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. Jungkook remembers buying matching nightstands at IKEA, when the two had just enough money left over at the end of the month to splurge on some nice furniture. He remembers how many giggles they shared while trying to assemble the woodware, how often they distracted themselves because they just couldn’t stop kissing each other. How warm their hearts were when they were together.
All the warmth has left their place now. Jimin doesn’t even turn around to give Jungkook a goodnight kiss, and Jungkook feels that, maybe, they were never supposed to fall in love in the first place. Maybe, dragging this ‘relationship’ (-- if you could even call it that, Jungkook’s mind adds) on was a bad idea. But Jimin is all that Jungkook has. Then, Jungkook thinks, if he were to leave their shared bed right now, Jimin wouldn’t notice. Because their bed is cold, the warmth is slowly but surely receding, and Jungkook considers sleeping on the couch in the living room. He hasn’t slept there since that one time the two of them had a big fight over nothing, basically, and for some reason, the idea of sleeping there seems much warmer to Jungkook than sleeping in their shared bed does. So he makes sure that Jimin is asleep, gathers his blanket and pillow then sneaks out of their bedroom and closes the door behind himself, sleepily waddling to the living room and settling down on the leather couch. Cuddled up into the blankets, he feels warmer than he ever has in the past few months. Maybe this is better.