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"You're not going to class?"

Yoongi watched with a raised eyebrow as Jimin pulled on his boots, his book bag still left discarded on his bed. He watched as Jimin shook his head, adjusting his glasses and pulling a beanie over his hair.

"Jungkook's visiting hours start in about ten minutes." He answered, brushing off his jeans. "I promised that we could paint together today, he hasn't since he was admitted there, and I know that it was always his favourite medium to work with."

Jimin had a smile on his very as he spoke about his boyfriend, his overall expression looking extremely fond. He had redone his hair, the locks atop his head regaining their signature silvery shine. His eyes though, looked sad.

Sad that he had to skip the class that him and Jungkook once shared together to go see him.

Jimin tried to pretend that he was okay with the situation, always telling Yoongi that he 'saw Jungkook enough to get me through the days', but the eyes are the most expressive part of the face, and they told such a completely different story then what Jimin's lips bluffed.

"This is the third time you've skipped this week, Jimin." Yoongi frowned, watching as Jimin shoved a few tubes of acrylic paint into the side pocket of his book bag.

Jimin lips tugged into a frown for the quickest of moments, morphing back into he default small smile a second after.

"I've got my classmates telling me what goes on in class." He reassured his roommate. "I'm not falling behind or anything." Jimin breathed out a sigh, adjusting his wire framed glasses. "Besides, it's not like I can go see Jungkook whenever I want anymore - I need to take advantage of the time I am granted."

Yoongi finally caved, nodding and smiling. After all of this time, he was still weak for his best friend; never able to stop him from doing what he wanted when he looked so hopeful.

"Let me know how he's doing, alright?" Yoongi spoke, reaching out and pinching Jimin's cheek gently as a fond gesture. "Taehyung feels bad that we haven't gone to see him yet, but we'll come by as soon as possible."

Jimin giggled softly at the action and nodded, picking up his bag and slinging it over the shoulder. Yoongi couldn't help but notice the sharpie doodles that were scrawled across the beige fabric, most specifically the one done in what he recognized to be Jungkook's handwriting.

'Cloudy days don't exist for me anymore, not with the sun always by my side.' It read, 'Dark nights will never be a reality for you, not with your moon to light the sky.'

It was complete with little doodles of a sun and moon next to the writing, Yoongi sighing out sadly before catching Jimin's gaze once again.

"I'll tell him that." Jimin nodded, brushing a few pieces of hair out of his eyes. "I should get going. I really do hate leaving him alone."

Jimin departed, Yoongi watching with a dull ache in his chest as Jimin walked out the front door. The younger male gave a small wave, before closing the door and becoming out of sight.

For Jimin, it was still hard to get used to not having Jungkook next to him during every single moment of the day. It just didn't feel right to be walking somewhere and not having Jungkook's hand to warm his own. It was still unfamiliar for him to look to his side, and not see Jungkook standing right there next to him.

His heart ached for Jungkook, just as the flowers beneath the frozen ground ached to sprout.

Jimin's boots crunched against the snow covered ground, the cold seeping through the seams of the old pair of footwear. He had chosen to walk, the crisp fresh air helping him to clear his mind of all of the deafening thoughts.

Yoongi had told him that the weather was supposed to start warming up soon, and truth be told Jimin really didn't want it to. Snow reminded Jimin of Jungkook. He would observe the swirling snowflakes and be transported back to the times when they walked together and the snowflakes would collect in his boyfriend's hair. He remembered sharing hot chocolates and holding hands to keep warm when gloves were forgotten.

He had fallen in love in the winter; his frozen heart being thawed in the coldest of seasons.

Jimin felt a smile play at his lips as he approached the hospital Jungkook stayed at, stomping the snow off of his boots on the doormat before stepping inside. He was immediately hit with a wall of warmth, sighing softly as the sting from the cold began to leave his cheeks.

He walked up to the front desk, taking off his glasses the run away the fog as he approached the receptionist at the front desk.

"Park Jimin?" She spoke once she looked up, looking to him for confirmation before smiling. He had been coming to see Jungkook for four days straight now, usually coming after class, but skipping if he was truly having withdrawals from Jungkook's presence.

Jimin nodded, a kind smile on his lips.

"Here to see Jeon Jungkook." He spoke, picking up the pen on the desk and writing down his name on the sign in sheet.

"I know." The receptionist smiled. "He's lucky to have somebody like you, you know."

Jimin chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"I just give him exactly what he deserves." He answered, giving a wave to the receptionist before walking to find Jungkook's room.

He peaked his head in once he did find it, smiling at the sight of Jungkook sitting up in bed, creating unstable towers out of the mini cream containers that came with his morning coffee. His hair was ruffled and sticking up from sleeping, eyes just as warm as Jimin remembered. He had the hospital blanket wrapped around himself as he sat cross legged, and Jimin had to resist the urge to coo at how adorable he looked.

"Good morning, love." Jimin made his presence known as he walked into the room, grinning at the way that Jungkook's face completely lit up at the sound of his voice.

The younger boy immediately scrambled over to the edge of the bed, lips turning up into a huge smile as he outstretched his arms towards Jimin.

"Morning." He beamed, wrapping his arms around Jimin's torso when his boyfriend finally came close enough for him to touch. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Jimin's neck, craving the contact that he longed for so badly when he slept alone at night. "Missed you."

Jimin chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crown of Jungkook's head, just before using his fingers to tilt Jungkook's chin up.

"Missed you too. I do every single hour of every day." Jimin responded softly before bringing their lips together. 

Jungkook kissed him like they hadn't kissed in years, though Jimin had just been there yesterday. All of his actions were needy, but in a way that had the older of the two feeling nothing but fondness for him.

Jungkook's hands were fisted in the back of Jimin's shirt, attempting to pull him even closer as their lips moved together in the addicting way that Jungkook always missed when he was left alone.

The way that Jimin kissed was always extremely gentle unless Jungkook asked him not to be, his main goal always being to make Jungkook feel wonderful.

Jimin finally pulled away, laughing softly at the soft whimper that left Jungkook's lips when they broke apart. "How'd you sleep?"

"Not good." Jungkook shrugged, his answer being the exact same each time Jimin asked that question. "Not the same when you're not sleeping beside me."

Jimin frowned softly, sighing as he reached and took hold of Jungkook's hand. He pressed a kiss to each of Jungkook's knuckles, his boyfriend practically melting at the love filled gesture.

"You're making me so proud, Jungkook." He whispered against the younger's skin. "So extremely proud of you that words can't even describe it. It's hard, I know it is, but it's just a precaution to keep you safe."

"The coffee is shit." Jungkook huffed, Jimin chuckling at the fact that that was his first complaint. "The nights are cold, it smells like death, they only have number two pencils and I miss you so much it hurts." He sighed. "I miss the days when I could waste the entire day away while lying in your arms. I miss falling asleep next to you, and then waking up with you still there."

He sniffled softly, his lips tugging down into a deep frown. "But I ruined all of that. Just because of my fucked up brain."

Jimin shook his head, pressing gentle kisses against his cheek.

"You know I don't like hearing you talk like this. When you're sad, I'm sad Jungkook. I've said this since the beginning." He sighed, smoothing his thumb against Jungkook's cheek. "Besides, I've got something for us to do today, so you've got to cheer up for me."

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up, looking to Jimin curiously as the older took off his bag and set it on the chair next to Jungkook's bed. He unzipped it and reached inside the pocket, the younger male's eyes lighting up at the sight of paintbrushes, paints, and a few tiny canvases.

"Paint with me?" Jimin beamed, taking out a paintbrush and handing it towards Jungkook. "Like old times?"

Jungkook nodded and graciously accepted the item, sighing softly at the memories it held. He really did miss going to school, painting to days away, going to the coffee shop with his sketchbook in hand. He wanted all of it back.

He looked up at Jimin from where he sat, his eyes seeming to sparkle. Even after all of this time, his moon still had the stars in his eyes.

"Yeah." Jungkook breathed. "Just like old times."

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