He's Mine | Jikook

63| Becoming My Own Savior

"Where the hell is it?"

Jimin was busy packing when suddenly, someone knocked on his door.

"Come in," he said, still rummaging through his suitcase. Taehyung peeked inside the room, looking around before entering it and closing the door behind him.

"You're already getting ready to leave? There are still a few hours left before the plane takes off," he asked, watching his friend throw around clothes and some other belongings, "Then again, judging from the mess you created, this will probably take longer than expected."

"I can't find my leather jacket," Jimin whined and continued to toss the things he had already packed out of the suitcase, "It's Seokjin's! He's going to be so pissed if I lose it!"

"Why did you take it with you anyway?" The actor asked, glancing at the floor. There, from under many other piles of clothes, the sleeve of a black jacket peeked out. Taehyung's mouth tightened into a thin line, and he slowly picked it up.

"I borrowed it because it looked good on me."

"I've never seen you wear it once," he murmured, holding the clothing up and eyeing it suspiciously.

"I wanted to wear it now!" Jimin said with a frustrated tone and let out a deep breath. Exhausted, he propped himself up on the bed with his hands. Taehyung could only roll his eyes.

"Are you searching for this?"

The model immediately turned around, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. His expression softened, and he gratefully took the leather jacket when Taehyung handed it to him.

"See what can happen if you don't panic over meaningless things?"

"Now I have to reorganize everything," Jimin groaned, letting himself fall on his bed. The younger leaned against the desk, watching him.

"You can't wait to get out of here, am I right?"

"Is it that obvious?"

Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe a little. Can't blame you, though. I wish I could come with you."

Jimin sat up straight, looking at him. "You'll just stay here for another week. It's not too bad."

"Thank goodness. Luckily, my management shortened my visit because of the movies- I couldn't have stayed here any longer."

They both didn't say anything after that, lost in their own thoughts. Taehyung decided to sit next to Jimin and glanced at the leather jacket. The other was still holding it tightly, not taking his eyes off it.

"That's not Seokjin's, am I right?" He asked after a while.

"No. Hoseok gave it to me. A long time ago."

Again- silence. The heavy rain outside reflected their moods. It was a dull day, everyone else felt it too.

"I was eighteen. Had another fight with my Mom, ran away. After a few hours, Hyung found me in front of his doorsteps. I guess she had asked him to search for me. It was raining, too. He put the jacket around my shoulders and sat down next to me," Jimin remembered, smiling at the memory. Taehyung listened intently, resting his head on his hand.

"We didn't bring up the argument. He just joked around and talked about his day, what had happened in the studio and stuff," the older continued, "God, I was so in love with him. He made me feel safe and understood. I wanted him so badly."

His face fell, and the smile disappeared.

"That night was also the first time I slept with him. The first time I gave him my everything, my body and my heart. I was officially his. It was always him and I. Always together, no matter what we did or what kind of appearances we made."