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The apartment parking lot contained two firetrucks, an ambulance, a straggler of cop cars, and a wispy tunnel of grey smoke. The smoke drifted out an open window on the third floor where a ladder was propped against. The workers on duty flitted around, and it was mostly the firefighters who barked out orders as they rushed in and out of the burning building. Well, only one corner of the dorm was burning and it came from the open window on the third floor. The whole commotion was caused by a kitchen fire, but still. A drill was a drill, and the goal was to get everybody out and safe, so the ambulance workers could look them over.
Two firefighters, one named Kim Namjoon, and the other Im Jaebum, stood at the base of the ladder to keep it steady and ready for the third firefighter, Jeon Jungkook, who had climbed up it minutes ago, and disappeared through the window. The call they received was from a kid named Kim Taehyung, who screeched about his dumb friend that couldn't cook, who tried to cook anyway, but made their kitchen go up in flames. Namjoon honestly could relate; his own husband banned him from their kitchen years ago after a small fire caused by Namjoon broke out. Namjoon tried to defend himself with his occupational job, saying that no fire could surprise him, because babe, Jin, I'm a firefighter but it wasn't much help when his husband owned a stubborn head.
Jaebum adjusted his helmet and let out an impatient huff. "It's been five minutes." his cold eyes stared up at the window and Namjoon followed suit with a grunt. It had been five minutes, but what the firemen didn't know that in these past five minutes, their youngest, Jungkook, was being heavily flirted with the one at fault who caused the whole mess.
...
When Jungkook got up here, he was expecting panic, maybe some tears, or a body perhaps. So when he exited the bedroom in which he landed in from the ladder, and went on a search in the small apartment, what he wasn't expecting was a calm looking, half naked, angel sprawled out in the middle of the floor talking into his cell phone.
"Look Tae, I said I was sorry. I'm literally on the ground waiting for the flames to engulf me, what more punishment do you want to dish out?"
Jungkook glanced around the smokey room and saw the burning kitchen. He grimaced at the sight before looking back at the kid chatting on the ground like his apartment was cooking with him in it. He heard something creak and then tear off, hitting the ground somewhere near them and decided chit chat time was over.
"You are so mean. I'm coming back to haunt you, asshole." the angel pouted and Jungkook rolled his eyes as he strode over and planted his body right over the kid. The kid who was actually more than an angel up close, with his widened eyes and plump cheeks that slanted into ample, plush lips. Lips that looked softer than ever curved into an adorable pout. Jungkook momentarily forgot the reason of his sudden boost of movement, and raked his eyes down the small body, sculpted with wide hips, sinful thick thighs, and a lithe shape. And those legs? The angel wasn't wearing pants, for whatever reason, but the long, black shirt spilled down to his soft thighs. "I think I've already died, Tae. I think an angel of sin is watching over me. Gotta go."
Jungkook broke out of his trance and blinked down at the boy. "Angel of sin?" the firefighter repeated with raised eyebrows. He lowered himself down, knees spread apart and smirked down into those doe eyes. "That title suits you more, no? More importantly, why are you laying here? You do realize your place is going up with the smoke, or do you have a death wish?"
It was doe eyes turn as they trailed down Jungkook's body, and from the way cute, crooked teeth bit into a plump bottom lip, Jungkook could see he was wanted. "Maybe..." the kid purred and Jungkook's eyes flashed as he gripped the smaller male from under his arms, and hauled them both to their feet. Surprised, and on his own feet now, the kid stumbled forward, right into Jungkook's chest. The height difference was comical.
The firefighter quickly balanced him out with a snort. "Not today, shortie." Jungkook sunk back into rescue mode and glanced in the direction he came from. Some tendrils of smoke gathered in their path and thickened when Jungkook wasn't paying attention. Inwardly he cursed, but before plans could get made, he felt fingers, tiny chubby fingers, tickle across his chest. The pads lingered on his pectorals and feeling scandalous, Jungkook glared down at the kid.
"You must workout a lot for a hot set of pecs like these."
"You must want us both to have a death wish, huh." Jungkook deadpanned.
Doe eyes crinkled in amusement. "Distracted?" a deadly tongue swiped out, painting full lips a clear, moist shade.
God, yes.
"Fuck no." and without warning, Jungkook flung the lightweight body over his shoulder, earning a squeak and then a fucking giggle. This kid was truly something else. "Now shut up before you inhale smoke."
"Yessir."
Jungkook made it his life goal to get back into the bedroom. He was glad he closed the door when coming out of it so the smoke couldn't infilitrate inside of it, and now he kicked it open with his heavy boot. "Hey!" came an indignant squawk.
"What? Was it mahogany?"
"You ass. Actually, from up here, I have a gorgeous view of your ass. How many squats a day, you hunk?" the kid cooed. Too bad his stupid short arms couldn't reach down his savior's long, broad back. Otherwise he'd be slapping the shit out of those firm mounds.
"Can you not?" Jungkook sputtered and quickly set the kid down. "Climb down the ladder." he ordered and pointed at the tool for good meassure. But the kid crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm afraid of heights."
"Are you serious?"
"Deadass. Carry me down."
And if that was an amused twinkle shimmering in those doe eyes, Jungkook ignored it completely, and picked the child- because that's who he's dealing with obviously- back up. And then he set him down again.
"What-"
Jungkook turned around and dropped to his knees. "It'll be easier to get on my back." he waited a few moments before he felt the solid weight of one leg caress one side of his body, and then two small hands that dented into his shoulder gently. He stood up and the kid was quick to lace his arms around his neck, and lock his ankles together, slim ankles that dangled down his stomach. "Hold tight."
"I will never let go." the kid purred in his ear, causing a flare of unneccesary heat down his body. The kid trinkled on, voice light, "Seriously, you're just a bulk of muscles. How much can you bench press? Your pecs are out of this world, by the way. I bet push ups is just breathing for you, huh? I wonder how many of those you can do with me on your back?" the sly comment was followed by a stream of giggles. All the while he chattered, the kid had touched every base of muscles Jungkook owned that his short fingers could reach. Too much movement would've probably made them fall- oh, they were outside already?
Jungkook vaguely heard his coworkers complaints of 'About time!' and chuckled at the wild child clinging to his back. "You really are something else. Maybe after this ordeal, that was so traumatic for you, we can find out, hm?"
"Sounds like a date." the kid laughed. It was cut short, however, when a loud shriek pierced the air.
"PARK FUCKING JIMIN!"
"Who the fuck-?" Jungkook paused his descent and looked around, confused. He heard a sigh warm over his ear.
"That's my bestie, Tae. Oh, I'm Jimin by the way, Mr. Hunk." Jimin introduced himself and Jungkook went back to climbing.
"Jungkook. So he's the one you were talking to?"
Jimin nodded. "Yup. He's a little upset... I mean, I burned our kitchen down and then told him I'd haunt him after I died. So."
When they reached the ground, Jimin slid down from Jungkook's back soundlessly but made no move after that. Jungkook turned around to face him, but was immediately pulled down by the collar of his uniform. The kiss was sweet, soft, and swift. It was on the cheek, too, but Jungkook would remember those petal soft lips on his skin until he was old and wrinkly.
Both Namjoon and Jaebum paused with putting the ladder away as they stared at the scene with bemused expressions.
"Thanks for saving me..." Jimin paused, and then added softly, testing the name as it rolled off his tongue, "Jungkook." he fluttered his lashes at the firefighter and fuck. Jungkook was back in that trance.
Before Jungkook could respond, a blur of blue and white tackled Jimin into a hug. "JIMIN I COULD STRANGLE YOU NOW YOU PUNK MOTHER FUCKER. DON'T EVER THREATEN TO HAUNT ME, YOU ASS. WE DO THAT SHIT TOGETHER!"
Taehyung was tall and Jimin's dark, fluffy hair poked out in cute little tuffs from Taehyung's arms as he crushed Jimin to his chest. "I'm sorry, Tae." the shorter laughed and hugged his 'bestie' back.
"Where are your pants?" the sudden question caused all eyes near to roll down, and gaze at bare, gorgeous legs. Tae sighed when Jimin only shrugged in response, and cuddled closer. "You were cooking without pants on again, weren't you. Gah, you really are an idiot."
"Well, it wasn't like I expected to get evacuated 'cause of a fire." Jimin mumbled.
"That's why you stay out of the kitchen."
"Guys, we have to move. They're going to hose." another firefighter jogged up to inform the group hovering in the way. Jaebum nodded in response and the firefighter jogged back off.
"Come on. Oh wait-" Taehyung was in the midst of tugging Jimin off when he turned back to face the three firefighters. He bowed politely. "Thank you for saving my idiot best friend."
Jimin followed suit, hands clasped together cutely. "Thank you for saving me."
Jaebum snorted out short laughter and Namjoon chuckled. "Yah... kids these days."
"Excuse you but we're 21." Taehung rose up and reached out for Jimin to take his hand again. "Come on Minie, Hoseok hyung is waiting for us." but Jimin looked over at Jungkook.
Namjoon shook his head fondly and clapped Jungkook on the shoulder. "Good job. We should go help out with the hosing."
Jungkook nodded distractedly, his eyes ensnared by Jimin's doe orbs. "Yeah, give me a minute." in a few quick strides, he was back in Jimin's bubble and stared down at the other. "You should have my number."
Jimin smiled. God, it was so sweet. "I should. But I left my phone up there."
"Then your friend should have my number so when you get a new phone, you'll have it." Jungkook pressed.
"Um hello, friend is standing right here."
"TaeTae, your phone." Jimin wiggled his fingers out and Jungkook wanted to hold them, kiss them.
"Yah! Say please at least you short twat." Taehyung whined but handed over his phone anyway. Jimin handed it off to Jungkook with a beam."Please don't put down a gushy name. I'll have to see it then and I don't like vomiting."
Jimin ignored him, so Jungkook did too. "Here. Now go put on some pants and stay out of kitchens, okay?" Jungkook handed the phone directly to Taehyung, but his eyes never left Jimin's.
"I will."
"He won't."
"Shut up Tae."
Jungkook chuckled at their banter and leaned down to return Jimin's gift. Jimin's cheek was so plump and soft against his lips, and it left Jungkook wondering if every inch of his skin was so smooth and soft. "Let me know about our date." the firefighter waved before he walked off, leaving Jimin cupping his cheek with a rose blush, and Taehyung who stared at Jimin with squinty, judgmental eyes.
"Only you would start a fire and end up with the firefighter who saved your ass on the same day."
Jimin laughed and clung to his best friend's side. "I know right? I'm one of a kind."
"You're definitely a kind of stupid. But I love you, I guess, and I'm glad you're okay."
"Don't ever question your love for me."
"Whatever."