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Jimin hears the door of the bedroom slamming, the walls of the house shaking with the action, and he sighs tiredly, hands still curled into fists, nails digging into his own skin.
As he sits on the couch, he hears loud sobs coming from the bedroom, and his heart cracks into a million pieces. There are many things he dislikes, and many sounds that make him shiver, but hearing Jungkook cry is still the one thing that can hurt him the most. He feels the tears blurring his vision and closes his eyes, letting them fall freely.
It’s not their first fight. Hell, it’s probably the millionth one if you count all the little arguments they’ve had throughout the almost 10 years they’ve been together, but that doesn’t make this any less painful.
On their wedding day, they promised to never go to bed mad at each other and although it’s a big cliche, in the 5 years they’ve been married, they’ve managed to keep their word. Sure, once they actually went to bed at almost 9 am after spending the night wide awake, both too stubborn to apologize first, but still, they’ve always taken the promise very seriously.
Now Jimin isn’t so sure if they’ll be able to keep it.
It takes a few minutes for Jungkook’s sobs to subside and Jimin silently cries with him. The metaphorical wall that separates them right now is even thicker than the physical white one that Jimin stares at.
He should be the one to apologize first, he knows that it all began because he was too tired to communicate properly and he knows Jungkook hates when he acts like this.
Jimin looks at his watch right when both the hour and minute hands point to 12. The lights from outside the house allow him to see where he’s going when he finally gets up from the couch and walks to the closed door. His hand holds the knob but he doesn’t turn it.
“Jungkook-ah,” his voice is hoarse and not much louder than a whisper and is met by complete silence. He knocks twice. “Jungkook-ah.”
He knows that the younger is awake and can hear him, but Jungkook has every right to be mad at him and he respects that. He tries knocking again, calling his name a little louder but doesn’t try to open the door, not when it’s Jungkook’s safe space right now. If he doesn’t want Jimin there, he’ll respect it.
His shoulders weigh with defeat as he walks back to the living room, standing in the middle of it, completely lost and feeling miserable. He won’t blame Jungkook if the younger one decides to break their promise. He deserves it.
A light rain starts falling outside and he watches the drops slowly making the whole backyard wet. A few summers ago, after a day of heavy rain, he was careless and stepped right into a very slippery patch, falling hard on the ground. Jungkook heard the loud thud and his yelp and immediately ran to help him. Of course, the result was both of them on the ground, laughing hysterically, ignoring the pain they were both feeling. Not too long after, Jungkook fixed the slippery patch.
Jungkook was the one who usually fixed things around the house, the one who watched where they were going, and always told Jimin to be careful. The third step on the front porch stairs is a little loose, please avoid it. Jimin didn’t, he almost fell from it but Jungkook was right behind him and quickly caught him. That chair that I put away from the table has one loose leg, please don’t sit on it. Jimin did sit on it because he completely forgot why it was there and he needed to tie his shoelaces. Thankfully, Jungkook was close and held him before his back hit the floor. Jimin remembers laughing as Jungkook pulled him to stand up.
“What would I do without you, my Jungkookie?”
Jungkook chuckled and kissed his temple lovingly. “You’ll never have to find out, my love.”
And honestly, Jimin really hopes he never does.
There’s a quiet sound that comes from the bedroom and Jimin immediately feels his heart pounding in his chest. He waits quietly, hoping to hear the door opening but the house grows quiet again. And so he waits.
He waits on the couch, staring at the rain that is now heavily hitting the windows.
He waits by the bedroom door, sitting on the floor in the hopes that Jungkook will open it soon and finally let him in again. Into the room. Into his arms.
He waits on the balcony, after the rain stops, where all he can hear are the crickets and cicadas.
When he goes back to the couch, too cold to stay outside for a minute longer, the watch on his wrist tells him it’s nearly 3 am.
He wonders if Jungkook fell asleep and secretly hopes he didn’t, even though that’s what he should be doing since Jimin is the one who deserves to lie there, wide awake with his guilt.
When the very first few rays of light begin to paint the sky, Jimin hears the door to the bedroom opening. He doesn’t even have time to stand up before Jungkook shows up, a black fleece cover hanging from his shoulders and two pillows in his hands. Jimin knows one of them is his because it has a white pillowcase while Jungkook’s is black.
Yeah, they’re cliched like that.
The younger flops down right next to him and quietly hands Jimin his pillow. He doesn’t say anything as he gets comfortable, pulling his legs to the couch and the cover to protect them from the cold. Finally, he rests his head on Jimin’s shoulder.
In this position, Jimin can’t really see his husband's face but he doesn’t complain, relief is washing over him and he calms the thump thumps of his heart by nuzzling into Jungkook’s hair, coconut scent putting a smile on his face.
He reaches under Jungkook’s chin and caresses his face until he gets to his soft hair.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispers with a steady voice. “I was an asshole for acting that way.”
He waits for Jungkook’s answer and so many minutes go by that he moves his head a little to try and look at Jungkook’s face but all he sees in this position are his dark lashes resting against his skin. He isn’t sleeping though, so once again Jimin waits.
“You were, but can we talk about this when we wake up? I’m tired,” he finally replies.
Jimin nods and kisses the top of his head, still resting on his shoulder.
“Of course we can, baby,” he continues to gently scratch the younger’s head. “You’re not mad at me anymore, then?” he wonders.
Jungkook’s hand finds his and he intertwines their fingers with a weary sigh. “No. I wouldn’t break our promise.”
“I know you wouldn’t, even when you should because I deserve it, ” Jimin jokes.
For the first time after their fight, Jungkook looks at him. There’s so much love in his eyes that Jimin feels his face growing hot under the weight of his husband’s stare.
“You don’t deserve it, please don’t say that, love,” his voice is just as soft as his eyes.
Jimin nods slowly. Jungkook reaches for his face with his free hand and his thumb gently grazes Jimin’s cheek. He gets closer, forehead touching Jimin’s as their eyes are set on each other.
“I love you so much,” Jimin breaks the silence and watches a heartfelt smile forming on Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook’s lips meet his own so tenderly he just lets himself melt into it. He feels his husband bring their hands still together to his chest and Jimin feels his brisk heart beat against the back of his hand.
There’s love pouring from Jungkook when they pull apart, it’s right there, in his eyes, in his smile, on the way he pinches Jimin’s nose. And although it’s not necessary, he still says it:
“I love you, my Jimin.”