Be Your Enemy - Taemin (Ft. Wendy)

It was hard to feel anything more, or even tolerate it, but this fueling annoyance coiling up Jimin body, erupting like some angry volcano just ready to explode as he sits there on this familiar coach, glaring at Jeongguk in front of him. The man is sitting on the coffee table facing him, holding a bowl of ramen, edging a spoon of the broth towards his lips patiently.

Jimin's glare intensified, arms crossed now.

This is taking it too far now.

"Look, be grateful that I even let you touch me for putting whatever this thing is on my head," He waves off the the bandage wrapped around the center of his head, covered by a Santa hat for his sake of beauty, "And doll me up with these clothes, but you feeding me is a little too much."

Jeongguk didn't falter his actions, only remains the same with perhaps a one eye over to Jimin wearing his warm yellow hoodie and plaid pajama pants. It wasn't easy making him shower to say the least, especially since he just wanted to go home, but after Jeongguk remained like a block in front of the door then Jimin ended up grumpily showering and got dressed.

He didn't need stitches for his head, just bled a little from the impact. Jeongguk did run a concussion test, which just involves asking questions through a tablet, on him to see if he has it but had little symptoms. However he did text the team's medic in order to have an extra input on it.

The man is short, raven hair in twirls that captures well his sullen face. He's not so old as one would think, but feels like he's always been there since when Jeongguk got into the team he was always their medic.

Anyways, he arrived - giving a chance for Jeongguk to shower while he did more tests on Jimin, who only scoffed at Jeongguk for even bringing this guy over in the first place. The medic, Min Yoongi, stated that Jimin mainly passed out due to dehydration and lack of nutrients in his body, and how it wasn't because of the hit on the head.

However tomorrow morning he advised Jimin to go to his office to do some brain scans, just to make sure and to be on the safe side. For now he urged Jeongguk to not make him do so many activities for now and make him drink sips of water first before he eats, to which he recommended soft foods like a soup broth or fruits. From there to also check his blood pressure every four hours, providing him with the numbers to where it should be to be healthy.

When asked about the bruise on his cheek, Jimin was quick to dismiss it off and put the excuse it was probably when he fell.

Yoongi didn't seem to believe him, but either way let it slide.

Lastly he advised Jimin to stay here, or if he were to go home than have Jeongguk stay with him too. Since his body is weak, it's likely he may pass out again if he doesn't eat something or experience levels of extreme overwhelm and anxiety, so someone must be there to make sure he's okay.

Jimin had the sourest look on his face by the time Yoongi left, and it didn't really help how Jeongguk wordlessly did take everything he said into consideration.

Now they're here, Jimin under a layer of a fluffy white blanket despite the warm layers he has on, grimacing to the soup broth a few inches away from his lips; waiting for him to sip.

He already drank a water bottle earlier so his stomach is ready for something, but he knows the second that soup goes in his body it's coming right back out.

So he tears his gaze away from it, frowning heavily, "I can't eat it okay! I'll get sick!"

Jeongguk sits there blinking like an innocent child, pursing his lips with furrowed eyebrows into thought before bringing the bowl with the spoon down and gets up to walk somewhere else.

Meanwhile Jimin just stares at the bowl, his lips pulling a disgusted frown to his stomach already rejecting the sight of it. He had to tear his eyes away, feeling a bit of self doubt to how he may feel after drinking that broth.

Or how he may even look afterwards.

The idea was like a nauseating notion in his head to the weight numbers possibly increasing; the scare growing by the second all the way until Jeongguk sat back down in front of him on the table.

This time with a shit ton of small bottles of medication.

That's not what he meant-

"Jeongguk," Jimin sighs tiredly, watching as he puts the bottles neatly to his side, "Not that sick- Ugh, I just don't want to eat."

The ravenette sits there, a grimace on his lips with fingers crossed, "Call," He whispers, blinking in a few times to ease his dry throat, "Taemin."

Jimin's eyes widen.

You can't be serious-

It takes no fucking genius to understand what Jeongguk meant by saying that. He knows Taemin is a delicate person for Jimin's heart, refusing to disappoint him or just cause him worry. If he were to find out about what happened, no doubt Jimin will face an even more upsetting man and possibly not make him dance so he can recover.

Jeongguk is using that same delicate emotions Jimin has for Taemin against him.

Fucking prick.

Jimin scowls heavily, fists tightening up on his lap with this icy glare in his eyes; no doubt challenging him.

So Jeongguk grabs Jimin's phone from beside him.

If only it was that easy.

Jimin grins, "Good luck trying to unlock it-"

Jeongguk turns the phone, flashing the multiple messages on Jimin's phone.

All from Taemin.

And the thing with Jimin's phone is that he could answer without having to unlock the phone.

Shit.

A twitching smirk lifts Jeongguk's lips to Jimin's horrified expression, looking back at the phone and swipes to respond back-

"Fine fine! Stop!" Jimin panics, resulting with Jeongguk flickering is eyes to him with the light of the screen flashing his face.

Waiting.

With an unease grimace, Jimin reaches for the bowl of ramen and places it on his lap. Looking at it fueled this sickening vile to grumble his stomach, but he only swallows it down upon glancing to the phone on Jeongguk's hand. If he wasn't so weak and dizzy, he would've fought him for the phone by now.

However, Jeongguk looks pretty buff so he could easily put Jimin in his place without trying so hard.

There's a lot to consider, clearly.

So with a thick dry gulp, Jimin shakily rises the spoon of broth and just brought it to his lips without attempting to smell it and shoves it in his mouth.

And just for that second.

For a spare second, Jimin wanted to cry.

The flavor against his tongue felt so rich and nostalgic to his childhood memories, remembering only watching people slurp from the streets of Busan their ramen with so much joy and delight inside the corner restaurant by where he use to live; dreaming of the day he could try that for the first time at least once.

That's how Jimin feels now; fragile, just like being that small child who's tasting this for the first time. It brought some strange comfort to his body, yet at the same time remorse. He use to starve because he didn't have what everyone else had to eat, and now it's to fit into societies expectations of beauty standards while fighting his own self doubt on a perfect figure.

No, Jimin doesn't believe he's too overweight, but the less he weighs the less his partners will have to struggle, and then he'll be able to perform on stage in complete expression of himself however he wishes.

This is what it takes for him to continue living his dream.

And he's betraying that by eating.

This is so fucking complicated.

Jimin ignores the way his taste buds yearned for more sips of the broth, only looking away from the bowl, "No more."

The ravenette in front of him glances at the bowl and back to him, frowning deeply before taking the bowl and scoops more broth, edging it to his lips. Jimin rolls his eyes but sips the broth, trying to not get emotional to how much he missed eating food.

Without the thought of throwing it up later on.

To which is something he's going to have to do once he's done.

"Jeongguk please just," Jimin huffs as Jeongguk raises another spoon of broth, "Why are you doing this? I still don't understand."

A heavy huff comes out of Jeongguk's lips, that sounded more like an aggravated snarl than a normal annoyed huff, glaring at the spoon and back to Jimin. That was a bit of a silly move because Jimin obviously did not appreciate that, only crosses his arms and glares back to him.

"You're not a damn animal. I'll eat this once you answer me!"

Jeongguk now rolls his eyes, putting the spoon down with a tired expression on his features. It was like he was studying Jimin's face, trying to get inside his head to understand the root of his problems; from his weight loss, narcissistic attitude, the bruise on his cheek- Everything.

It provoked Jimin to shift uncomfortably on his seat, hardening his stare in hopes to conceal the windows to his soul.

So Jeongguk relaxes to Jimin's blank stares, frowning a bit, "Partners," He manages to murmur past his quiet lips. Jimin slowly perks an eyebrow, remembering their deal come across his mind.

Anything Jimin lacks, Jeongguk will guide him, and the same applies to him.

But that's on the rink! Not outside to personal life!

A stiff cough escapes Jimin's throat, flickering to the bowl, "You never seem to give in don't you?" He whispers, more so to himself.

That's the difference between him and Jeongguk. Jimin is use to relying on himself, handling things on his own without needing to care about anyone. Meanwhile Jeongguk has a team he's with at all times, a caring nature for others is almost like an instinct for him if they conditioned him to be this way.

As for Jimin, all he's learned is to survive; Survive people, the world, feelings, pain- Survive alone to get to where he wants to.

To dance with the wind and rain, even if it's difficult, without any support.

Even though he has Taemin and Jihyo, it's not to the level that Jimin would tell or show them what's bothering him or rely for emotional support. Jimin doesn't believe in emotional support, so he prefers being alone to toughen himself up.

And this is what happens when those two distinct worlds collide- Fire.

Jeongguk unsure why Jimin refuses his help while still trying, and Jimin wanting to deal with it alone because it's all he knows.

And he doesn't want to know how it feels to be cared for.

A spoon pressing to his lips snapped his daze away from his thoughts, snapping his eyes to Jeongguk shoving the spoon in his mouth. Jimin's glare intensifies but Jeongguk's patient eyes only stares back at him, ended up wining the battle as Jimin slurps on the broth.

Fine, Jimin will play along, after all it's not like he can't puke it out later either way.

Minutes upon minutes passed of Jeongguk wordlessly feeding him, and right when Jimin expected him to feed him more since a lot is still left, Jeongguk gets up with the bowl and moves to the kitchen.

If Jimin hasn't been eating well than being fed a large quantity of food would only make him sick, so it's better to start off slow than feed him a buffet.

Jimin didn't seem to understand that yet, so he was a little confused why Jeongguk stopped but didn't question it. Seconds later Jeongguk ended up returning back to the couch with something else in hand.

A guaze? And- What is that?

From a quick moment to the next, Jeongguk reaches to Jimin's crossed legs on the couch and grabs his ankles, yanking it from under him and to his lap. The sudden force moved Jimin to lay on his back out of shock, eyes widen while sneering his gaze up when he plopped on his elbows to keep him upright.

And that's when he felt a warm yet wet cloth on his feet, almost like a rub, but then a weird texture of liquid.

And that's when Jimin realized what he was doing once he focused his attention to him; Jeongguk used a warm wet cloth to wipe Jimin's feet before using that cream he brought with him, and from what Jimin can see it's for aiding wounds.

Jimin watches as Jeongguk carefully daps spots of the cream to the bruises and scabs on his skin, focusing closely to not press too hard on it in order to not hurt him; like he's taking care of some wounded animal. By now Jimin's lips are a bit ajar, not even shocked anymore but puzzled. Jeongguk made sure to give his other foot the same attention, using his delicate hands to dap the cream to every layer of bruise and scabs that are in sight without as much as a cringe.

It was hard to speak, even for Jimin, only left staring to Jeongguk finishing up before wrapping the two gauzes on either foot, rolling it up professionally and gently so it wouldn't be too tight to stop the blood circulation. This probably isn't something new he does, after all he is in an intense sport, so injuries are bound to happen. Yet it still left Jimin dazed by how impressed he was by it.

Once Jeongguk was done, he suddenly began to press his thumbs against the base of Jimin's feet in gentle massages, this time forcing a yelp from Jimin's lips from the struck of pain that shot his leg.

Shit, his feet are sore.

"You don't have to do that, it's okay," He assured Jeongguk hastily, who looked a little panicked when Jimin reacted that way. However after Jimin manages to nod back in reassurance, he relaxed a little more and puts the supplies on the table before reaching for the remote and sitting back.

It was obviously quiet now with the television being turned on, especially as Jeongguk tried to find something to watch. However it seemed as though he suddenly remembered something while mid changing channels because he quickly gets to his feet with the supplies he got and retreats somewhere else.

All Jimin was left to do is stare at his bandaged feet, slowly curling them to analyze it closely with a finger picking on the thread to how thoughtfully curled that are to his skin. There's nothing he could be able to say now, or something that comes to mind that is as he just stares at it.

Thank you?

Him, as everyone could tell already, Jimin isn't one to easily thank someone or apologize. Not like he is uneducated, he was in fact well educated by his parents as a child, but it's just hard for him to be able to express strong emotions as being thankful or guilt to apologize. It means someone either did something well for him, or he did something bad to someone.

Both something he hates. It's just too intimate.

This is going to be a bit difficult for him. Sure, he feels somewhat gratitude for Jeongguk going out of his way to take care of him but it's so fucking annoying because Jimin didn't ask for this. That means he owes him for this, and he doesn't like owing anything to anyone.

Be grateful he took care of you. Stop being selfish. Well Jimin wasn't begging for it. He could've handled this himself.

That's why he hates being thankful, it means he'll have to repay somehow for what he did.

The strong negative feelings to those thoughts only circulated Jimin's mind, isolating his heart and soul from feeling anything but grateful from what Jeongguk has done for him, only manipulating his mind that this isn't real.

He's going to want something in return.

And the quicker Jimin gets it over with, the quicker this won't eat him alive later on.

Soon enough Jeongguk returns with another smaller ice bag wrapped around a different cloth, along with another type of circular blue cream before sitting down beside Jimin.

This time way too close.

Jimin was just about to scoot a bit away but Jeongguk already turns around with a dot of the cream to his finger, itching towards his face.

No, absolutely not.

Anxiously he grabs Jeongguk's wrist, a steady stare in his eyes, "What are you doing?"

Jeongguk's gaze lands to Jimin's cheek, right where Jiinin could still feel a warm sizzle on his skin despite the time that passed already that he's been hit.

That side of his face didn't land on the ground, so this is definitely from the slap from earlier during practice.

With a huff, he swipes his finger over the cream on Jeongguk's finger, "I'll do it. I don't like people touching my face," He mutters, raising his finger and gently taps where the pain is the most aching.

A small hiss comes out of his lips instantly, causing a cringe to Jeongguk's face with a twitch to move to assist but was kept in place once Jimin sends him a steady look to not move. So he had to remain seated obediantly as Jimin quietly taps the cream where the bruised area is, sinking in any noises to not startle Jeongguk again as he attends himself.

He can be a decent asshole when he wants to be.

Once he felt like he got the area completely after a gentle rub, he extends the hand for the ice pack. Jeongguk reluctantly gives it to him, watching as Jimin now leans back to the couch staring at the television screen with the ice pack held onto his cheek.

Nothing else was left to be said.

Browsing through more channels, unable to decide on one, Jimin was growing more unamused by the lack of content on the media these days. He doesn't really watch television, usually only ballet performances - his performances to be exact- since he prefers being a critic to his dancing on how to improve himself.

Yet as Jeongguk scrolls through the channels, Jimin can see why he also didn't watch television; so much lack of content.

How displeasing.

Jimin stretches his body, yawning a bit, "You clearly lack any entertainment activities to watch."

The ravenette proceeded to not say anything, but he did extend the remote out for Jimin to take so he can put on whatever he likes. He didn't seem annoyed, if anything a little bit curious to Jimin's taste. So Jimin did take the remote, trying to find that one channel program that Taemin once put on while the DVD player was broken.

Impatiently scrolling through the channels before he suddenly twitches a smile. A man and woman dancing on the screen is the first thing he sees. A familiar setting catches his attention, not doubting they are dancing for The Nutcracker due to the holiday season.

One of Jimin's favorite pieces.

He's performed it a few times while he was in New York and England for tour, the memory a blur to how amazed the people were just by watching his dance.

Precious moments he will never forget, only leaving it engraved in his memory as a beautiful memory.

Time began to pass while he watches and Jimin's expression grew more and more monotone with every passing second. Not like he finds this play boring, but he's just so use to it by now. The performers lacked any true emotions, only a plastic smile while trying not to feel the pain on their shoulders to the poses they must hold for a specific time.

Sure, Jimin could like specific ballet pieces, but doesn't mean it'll sink him in to capture his attention for long. There's always something he criticize could be better, how he could perfect it.

Would that be a bit vain? Perhaps.

Not like that has stopped him before from performing well.

Another small yawn even oozed his lips, "Alright, where am I going to slee-"

When Jimin turns his head to the side to look at the other man, he sees Jeongguk already fast asleep with his head tilted back to the couch and heavy breathes passing his parted lips.

Well, at least they have one thing in common; lack of attention of emotionless performances.

An eye roll moves Jimin's gaze, turning off the television to be brought back by the dim lights of the lamp glowing by the television. Right then and there, in this silence, Jimin actually considered his options on what to do.

His car keys are in his coat, he can grab his stuff and head home, especially now that Jeongguk is fast asleep. Since the rink isn't so far, it won't be such a hard time walking. Not like he can't walk, his feet are just gauzed up because clearly Jeongguk is new to ballet.

Besides, it seems as though Jeongguk doesn't know the difference between teammate and partner, so boundaries is also necessary. They're just together not for long, just until the other skaters heal up and can take over the events again.

So being swayed by the thought, Jimin grabs his phone and gets to his feet.

Ah shit.

Jimin's vision began to blur once again the second he stood up properly, forcing a heavy weight feeling on his chest that left him breathless and dizzy. His legs trembled, stretching a hand to the back of the couch to hold himself upright but still felt that lightheaded notion that warned him how he just might pass out right then and there if he didn't gather his composure.

And that didn't go unnoticed as he expected.

"Jimin."

The sound of that small voice mixed with that deeper depth of his tone was what force Jimin to freeze on his steps, blinking a few times to recollect that Jeongguk was not as deeply asleep as he expected.

In a sudden panic and deciding that this would be a good time to run-

A hand grabs his free wrist and suddenly Jimin is in the air, back into the arms of Jeongguk himself as he carries him and starts to walk away from the couch.

By now Jimin has given up, left glaring at the ceiling as Jeongguk leads them down a dark hallway and in front of a door. Jeongguk just opens it and steps inside without a second of doubt.

There's faint lights coming from the window outside, just from the street lights, so that gave Jimin enough vision to see his surroundings. Only to then realize he's in a room.

He's in Jeongguk's room?

Before he could even question it himself or look around for some of those basic family pictures, Jeongguk goes to his bed and gently lays Jimin down, adjusting the thick warm covers and guiding it to wrap Jimin's body, only revealing his head peeking with that damn Santa hat.

"Sleep."

Was like Jeongguk said before turning around. He moves around the room, trying to be quiet yet still sparking a bit of Jimin's curiosity as he suddenly notices extra blankets in Jeongguk's arms and settling it on the floor. He grabs one of the pillows from beside Jimin and brings it down with him too, making his own bed before laying down with eyes closed.

Jimin didn't even know what to think by this point. This type of kindness is a little too much for his comfort zone, and he doesn't know whether to find Jeongguk a little creepy or just assume that he's just like this.

He's so use to people giving him space whenever he asked, but clearly that doesn't apply to Jeongguk since he does the complete opposite.

A heavy sigh escapes Jimin's lips, staring at the ceiling with heavy eyelids. This bed is so comfortable, probably much more than his own bed. It even smells of soft detergent from a recent clean, giving off this soft warm feeling to the Christmas Day.

Ha, right it's Christmas.

And this being the first time Jimin ever spends a night with someone on his usually lonely Christmas days.

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A/N:
I really like their interesting dynamic in this story. I can't really explain what it is, but it is something interesting haha

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

I PURPLE YOU! <333