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Jungkook
When he receives Jimin’s panicked call, his heart feels like it jumps out of his chest.
He lets Yoongi know that he’s leaving a little early, barely grabbing his things before he runs across the street.
When he enters the store he doesn’t see Jimin but one of his coworkers points him to the back of the store. He finds him in the break room with his head laying on the table.
“Jimin?” He calls out softly. “Hey, tell me what’s going on?” He leans over him petting his hair soothingly. Jimin sniffles.
“He was watching me. Us.” Jimin mumbles into his arm.
“Who?” Jungkook asks, needing more information.
“My.. no… the stalker. I saw him. He sent me a message.” Jimin explains, still not raising his face. Jungkook bodily pulls him into a sitting position. His face is staring at the ground but he looks so sad that Jungkook can’t help hugging him.
“It’s alright, Jimin. You’re not alone. I’m going to call Officer Jung. We need to report this.” Jungkook insists.
“Read the message Jungkook. He implies that you're in the way. And that he’s going to remove you.” Jimin whispers, scared of the thought. He wasn’t this scared when he realized he had a stalker, he was more afraid of that psycho doing something to Jungkookie.
‘I’d liked to see him try. He’s a coward. He hides in the shadows, watching and wishing for a life he doesn’t have and can never get freely. He makes threats, and runs away when confronted. We are not the same, he’s going to wish he’d never started this.” Jungkook promises, making Jimin’s fear for him increase. He didn’t doubt Jungkook’s courage or ability but the stalker was unpredictable. They didn’t know what he was capable of.
They call Officer Jung. He comes quickly in off duty clothes. He takes down notes but recommends that they go to the precinct to file a report. They do as he suggests but are informed that there’s nothing the police can do in this situation.
When they arrive at Jimin’s apartment, Jungkook searches around but nothing is disturbed. Jimin invites Jungkook to stay for dinner and he accepts. They are awkwardly dancing around each other.
Jungkook offers to help cook, as he’s cutting the vegetables he sees Jimin start to shake. He puts down his knife, walking the few short steps over to Jimin. Turning him into his arms, hugging him tightly. He feels Jimin’s arms wrap around his waist, and his breath tickling his neck. Jungkook drops a kiss on Jimin’s hair.
Jimin tilts his head back, looking up at Jungkook’s face. Jimin’s eyes caress his face, licking his lip and biting his bottom lip when he sees Jungkook lean in closer. Jungkook hesitantly cups Jimin’s face in his hands, leaning in even closer, his lips stopping a breath away from Jimins’ asking for permission. When he feels the tiny nod, he slowly touches his lips to Jimin’s plump ones. He slowly kisses him, savoring the feeling and the flavor that is Jimin. He could spend hours worshipping his mouth but he drags his lips away only to brush them across his cheek, his jaw, his neck.
He basks in the sounds that he draws from Jimin, the gasps, the whine, the moans as he bites Jimin’s ear. His hands had not kept still either, he runs them up and down his back finally hoisting him up onto the kitchen counter. Jimin grabs onto his hair, pulling his face back to access Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook complies willingly.
There’s something in the back of his mind telling him to stop. He doesn’t want their first time to be because of some asshole. He wants it to be because this relationship is real. He pulls away, dropping his head onto Jimin’s shoulder, breathing heavily.
“We should stop.” He says hoarsely. Jimin stiffens, pushing away from Jungkook, trying to get down from his perch.
“Wait. It’s not because I don’t want to. I want this to be real. I want to take you on a real date, I want to do all the silly things couples do together. What I don’t want is to take advantage of your emotions right now.” Jungkook whispers earnestly, patiently waiting for Jimin to meet his eyes. When he finally looks at him, they stun him with how luminous they are.
“Okay, Jungkookie. You’re right, I would be doing this for the wrong reasons. But promise me that we can continue this at a later date after you wine and dine me.” Jimin requests, adding a small kiss at the corner of Jungkook’s mouth.
They silently go back to cooking, dancing around the topic and each other for the next few days. They are weak for each other, so they often find themselves making out on the couch in Jimin or Jungkook’s apartment. They cuddle afterwards, even falling asleep with each other a couple times.
The police make no progress on their report, even with Jungkook hounding them on the daily about it. The messages from the unknown have increased, even after blocking it, Jimin receives them at all hours of the day. Jungkook has taken to walking him to school and to work, going with him to his classes when he can. But he knows how much it’s affecting Jimin to be constantly worrying about someone watching him. Jungkook has tried scoping around, staying out late sometimes to see if anyone is watching Jimin’s apartment, no luck.
Jungkook has run out of ideas, he doesn’t have a clue who it could be. He’s tried to meet as many of the people around JImin as possible but no one stands out to him. He’s even started to receive messages himself. After the first one, he stopped showing them to Jimin.
Unknown number:
you think you’ve won
But its a lie
I wont allow you to be with him
You don’t deserve to breath the same air as him
You don’t deserve to breath at all
Jungkook could admit that the message had chilled him. It felt like a threat, but nothing happened, he waited days, and still nothing.
Jimin
Jimin knew he was jumping at shadows but the stalker had him paranoid. Today he had come home alone for the first time, and as soon as he had walked in he knew something was off. Somebody had been in his home. He’s not sure how he knows but he just feels it. Instead of doing the smart thing, going back into the hall to call the cops or even Jungkook, he walks further into the apartment.
The living room is untouched, the kitchen looks as clean as he had left it this morning. When he walks back into the living room, he notices the same picture frame that had been broken in the first break in, was missing the photo. Jimin felt himself gasp in pain, the last picture he had of parents. He sobs, the asshole stole the only copy of that photo that he had. It felt like his parents were taken from a second time.
He calls Tae without realizing it, crying hysterically into the phone. Tae arrives shortly afterwards, hugging him fiercely, cursing at the asshole who dared make him cry. They again call the police, who again tell them that they’ll file the report but that there’s nothing more they can do. He’s so angry, he can hardly see straight. What’s the point of the reports when nothing changes.
After he gets off the phone with Jungkook begging him to stay at work, not wanting him to leave work again for the hundredth time because of him. He asks him to meet him at the new studio after work instead. He had decided a week ago to create another class for his more advanced students at a new location. Instead of the usual twenty to thirty students it would be a smaller, more intimate class with only ten students.
He leaves the apartment right when it begins to rain. Not wanting to get wet before his class he pulls out his umbrella. He arrives at the studio thirty minutes early, as one of the later classes on a Friday, the building is mostly empty. He sees one other class happening across the building but his is the only class in use on this side of the building. He steps nervously into the dark studio, switching on the lights as quickly as he can.
He starts his usual set up, his music, his stretching, and finally his warm up. He dances to an old routine he had from his first year, one he had done for a competition. He dances and lets his worries fall away. Only allowing the music to invade his mind and body. As he stands in his ending pose, chest heaving in exertion. A sound overtakes the final of the song, a slow clap.
The bangs echoes in his mind, as he realizes one of his students must have come early. He turns as the person standing in the shadows makes themselves known. It is one of his students, but not one that was invited to his advanced class. He must have found out about it through another student and come thinking it was a regular class.
Just as he’s about to ask, his student Wooyoung, smirks. And a sudden rush of understanding hit him in the face. He gasps “It’s You!”
Wooyoung’s smile grows bigger. “Finally, Jiminie. I’ve waited long enough. I thought you were smarter than that but I was wrong. Or maybe you’re too distracted with that dirty mechanic.” Wooyoung’s voice grew colder the longer he spoke, and he practically hisses when mentioning Jungkook.
“I think you have the wrong idea about me. I have a boyfriend and I’ve never even spoken to you past cars and dancing.” Jimin says, growing angry as he remembered all the shit this asshole had put him through.
“STOP LYING!! YOU KNEW…You knew what you were doing to me. You were stringing me along, making promises with your eyes, with your cute giggles.” Wooyoung accused.
“That’s fucking nuts. Do you hear yourself?” Jimin says bewildered.
“I’m not crazy… you’ve been playing with me but today it stops. I’m done playing your games.” Wooyoung says ominously. Jimin feels a chill run down his spine, he just has to survive long enough for his students or Jungkook to show up. His phone, he realized, was on the other side of the room on the table next to the speaker.
“Wooyoung it’s best if you leave before everyone gets here. I promise I won’t tell anyone what you’ve done, just leave and we won’t ever talk about this again.” Jimin promises. Wooyoung giggles crazily.
“That’s the best part. No one is coming to save you. The only place you're going is with me.” Wooyoung tells him calmly. Jimin glances at his phone. “Oh that, yeah I’ve had your phone cloned for a while now. I popped into your group chat and let everyone know the class was canceled because of the rain. And I sent Jungkookie a sickeningly sweet message asking him to meet you at home instead. Like I said no one is coming Jiminie.” Wooyoung repeats, waving Jimin over to come to him.
“Now be a good boy and come here. We need to leave soon.” Wooyoung says pleasantly, as if talking about the weather. Jimin doesn’t comply until Wooyoung flashes the knife he has tucked into his pants.
Jimin walks slowly towards Wooyoung, hesitant to get near him, but is grabbed roughly by the wrist. He’s not allowed to grab anything, not even his shoes. He’s hauled to the parking lot towards a waiting car. He knows in his heart that if he gets into the car he’ll never come back. So he takes a chance while Wooyoung loosens his wrist a bit to twist away and run towards the other side of the building. He gets a good head start but he feels Wooyoung catching up to him, feels him reach out towards him so he weaves out of the way. His bare feet making to difficult to run fully.
But that doesn’t work for long because the next moment he’s tackled to the ground. His cheek hits the hard gravel, scraping it in the process. The heavy weight on top of him feels suffocating, Wooyoung turns him over. Gripping his wrists in one of his, putting them above his head so he can't move. But that doesn’t stop Jimin from struggling, and wiggling to get free.
Wooyoung pulls out his knife, holding it to Jimin’s throat. “Stop.” Jimin goes instantly still.
“You won’t win, Jimin. You’re not strong enough. Just cooperate and you won’t get hurt. Don’t speak. Just nod.” Wooyoung commands. Jimin nods, filled with such an impotent rage. Wooyoung slowly releases his hands, while putting away his knife. Jimin does something stupid, he knocks the knife out of Wooyoung’s hand. Heaving upwards with the help of his leg muscles, he flips Wooyoung over on his back. He releases all his pent up rage and unleashes it into Wooyoung’s face. By the time he’s too tired to continue, he notices that Wooyoung is bloody and still. But not dead, just knocked out. He crawls off him slowly, his body feeling sore. Jimin grabs the knife, pointing it at Wooyoung, in case he twitches wrong.
“I guess I am strong enough.” He says smugly to Wooyoung's unconscious body.
He gathers up the courage to search Wooyoung’s body for a phone so he can call the police. When he finds one, he decides to call Jungkook first, rightfully believing he’ll arrive first. Ten minutes later he was proven right, when Jungkook shows up out of breath, ready to fight to the death but seeing Jimin in control of the situation. He squeezes him into a bear hug, telling him how proud he is. They sit back down waiting another five minutes for the police to show up.
He explains everything once, twice, so many times he loses count. He writes a statement, he’s checked by paramedics. He’s asked if he wants to press charges, he does. He’s finally released into the waiting arms of Jungkook hours later.
They’re given a ride home by Officer Jung, who had shown up after coming from another call. They thank him, and head to Jungkook’s apartment, after Jimin decided he wanted nothing to do with his apartment right then.
Jungkook is babying Jimin, drawing a bath for him, making him food, generally fussing over him. Jimin says nothing, enjoying the attention.
His phone rings but he’s too lazy to answer, so he asks Jungkook to do it. He’s laying in the tub, too relaxed to pay attention to what’s being said. He dozes off, only waking when Jungkook comes to carry him out of the tub. Jimin's eyes are closed as Jungkook dries him, dressing him in some of Jungkook’s baggy clothes. He’s placed in the center of Jungkook’s big bed, eyes closed but not asleep. Waiting for someone warm to join him. He hums when Jungkook calls out his name.
“Jung called just now, saying they found your family picture in his car and that they’ll return it tomorrow. He knows how worried you were about it so he wanted to let you know.” Jungkook informs him. Jimin pops one eye open.
“He’s the only cop I like.” Jimin states.
“Yeah I’m not really impressed either. I’ve actually been thinking that I’m going to change my major to forensic science. At least maybe I’ll be able to read the evidence, instead of depending on the cops to figure shit out.” Jungkook snorts sarcastically, the anger in his voice clear.
“That sounds cool. You can be like those guys on CSI, you know staring off into the distance as you put on your sunglasses and announce who the perp is.” Jimin teases, giggling when Jungkook attacks him with tickles.
“Keep going. I know you love teasing me.” Jugnkook says affectionately. “I was scared, Jimin. You didn’t come home and you weren’t answering your phone and I was so scared. I realized I had let a month pass by without telling you how I feel. I didn’t realize I could feel that amount of fear. The thought of never seeing you again makes me so scared I could vomit. I love you. I want you to know that. You are so easy to love. Everything about you is lovable, I’ve wanted to scream it from the rooftops but was too nervous that I was moving too fast. But after tonight I won’t hold back again, not unless you ask me to.” Jungkook says, laying his heart bare. Jimin eyes water at the beautiful boy in front of him. Maybe he’s crazy but he feels the same way.
“Oh My Jungkookie. I love you too. So much that it drives crazy sometimes.” He leans in to give him a soft kiss. Things escalate between as they always tend to with them. This time they take it slow and sweet, savoring each other, basking in each other’s love.
They make love once, twice, passing out in each other’s arms. So wrapped up in each other that they can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
A few hours later, Jimin groans, pushing on Jungkook to wake up. Once he’s got his attention, Jimin reminds him of one very important detail.
“Don’t forget about our date, Jungkookie. I want to be wined and dined, like you promised.” Jimin pouts, still half asleep. Jungkook opens his eyes to see the pout accompanied with Jimin’s closed eyes and messy hair. He chuckles tenderly, kissing his eyelids, his cute button nose, and finally his pouty lips.
“Of course, baby. I already have a reservation set. Our first date will be one to remember.” Jungkook promises.
“First of many?” Jimin asks shyly, that blush appearing.
“First of many.” Confirms Jungkook, wrapping the boy he loved back in his arms.
Jimin falls asleep, feeling warm and loved in the arms of the boy he loved. Letting the past go, and anticipating their future together