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“You’re crossing a line Jimin. He’s your mom’s boyfriend, you can’t be with him.”

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“Jungkook can you check the Fish for me in the oven, honey?”
Jisoo asked, while cutting the cucumbers for the salad, too busy to go do it herself. Jungkook was just drying the dishes so he did not mind stopping just to reach over to the oven and check.

He pulled the oven door down to take a peek and smiled when seeing the golden glow of the food his gorgeous girlfriend prepared for dinner.
If there was one thing he loved about Jisoo it was her amazing cooking skills.

Jungkook also really loved to cook and he was good at it too. But no one could top Jisoo.

“Well it’s ready and looks great. I’ll take it out for you babe.”
Jungkook kept the door open, slipping on the green oven mittens that hid in one of the drawers, then reaching in to pull out the tray holding the steaming food. When he was done he took off the mittens and moved over to Jisoo, wrapping his arms around Jisoos waist, then proceeded to pushing her long black hair out of the way, peppering kisses on his girlfriend’s neck, resulting in giggles leaving her pretty lips.
She truly was a beauty, his girlfriend. One of a kind.

He often wondered how he got so lucky.

“Do you think he’ll freak out?” Jungkook asked, brushing his nose over her neck, inhaling the smell of Daisies, like the perfume Jungkook bought her a couple weeks ago and she never stopped wearing cause it was Jungkook’s favorite scent.

She frowned, letting out a sigh as she moved on to cut the lettuce, focusing hard on cutting it carefully, still being traumatized after that one time she almost sliced her finger off.

“I sure hope not. Jimin is a fragile kid, he’s so gentle. After his father died he was never the same. I haven’t seen him in so long and I miss my child. I hope he doesn’t freak out when he find out my boyfriend is living with me.”

“Or that your boyfriend is 9 years younger than his mom.”

Yea, Jungkook was only 23 years old and his girlfriend was 32. She had Jimin at 16, after her and her highschool sweetheart had sex for the first time together. They did not even realize the condom broke during sex and one thing lead to another, she was pregnant with a boy.

Which ended up in her and her sweetheart getting married a few days before the baby was born.
Their parents were so ashamed and made them get married because no way were their children having a child without being partners.

They did not mind though, they were in love. They Moved to Busan together and went on with their school, their lives but always remembering to come back to the other every night.
Jimin’s father was an accountant and his mother a docter. What a perfect family they had with their gorgeous son Jimin. Then, two years ago, Her husband died of stage 4 cancer in the middle of the night. Jimin woke up to sirens outside his house and loud noises in his living room. He knew what had happened before he even stepped out to take a look.

He lost the sparkle in his eyes, one that would take hard work to replace. His mother knew that through her endless failed endeavors to ring the sparkles back.

For the past 5 months he’s been studying his 2nd semester in Seoul, far from Busan where his mom lived. He went to a very expensive boarding school, one Jungkook didn’t even believe was so expensive. And He had no idea that for 4 of those 5 months, His mother was dating a guy 9 years younger than her. He also had no idea that for 2 or those 5 months said boyfriend was living in their house. Jisoo knew Jimin would not be happy but telling Jungkook that would not help him ease is his worry only make it worse. And she did not want her perfect boyfriend to feel uncomfortable around her son because she did hope to marry him one day.

“He’ll have to learn to live with it then. Besides he’s only here for three months cause of summer and then he goes back to Seoul for his Senior year.”

“Yea but that doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere. I’ll still be here everytime he comes during a break, or for a holiday… I just want him to like me Jisoo.”
Jungkook sighed, Jisoo putting the knife down and turning around in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled up at him.

“He’ll love you Jungkook.” She pecked his lips sweetly, attempting to reassure him. But maybe she was the one who needed reassurance but she knew deep in her heart that Jimin would not be happy with his mothers new relationship. It was as if her son expected to be alone forever. After all she was only 32. Didn’t she deserve a chance at happiness too?

She just knew Jimin.

“By the way.. I left out one little detail about my son. He’s gay. So If you’re homophobic towards him then this won’t work so-“

“Jisoo I’m not homophobic silly,” he chuckled and just as she was gonna say something a knock on the front door interrupted their conversation. They both turned their heads to the direction of the door, but not being able to see it because of the wall blocking it. Jisoo smiled, letting go of Jungkook and running to the door to open it for Jimin.

Jungkook sighed, looking up to the ceiling and silently praying that her 16 year old son likes him and doesnt freak out but something in his gut told him this would not go well.

“JIMIN!”

“EOMMAAAA” Jungkook heard coming from the otherside of the house. The younger boys voice was so high picthed almost like a girl. It made Jungkook smile a little.

“I missed you so much kiddo come here I made dinner! The table is already set and theres someone I’d like you to meet!”

“Huh? Who?”

Jungkook’s smile fell, looking down at his body and realizing he was still wearing an apron so he quickly ripped the blue material off him, then used his hands to smooth out his red tshirt. He grabbed the nearest spoon and quickly in the reflection checked his nostrils for boogers and teeth for any unwanted gunk stuck in between.

He wanted to make a good impression on the younger boy who could one day potentially be his stepson.

The second the boy came to Jungkook’s view, Jungkook gulped. He looked thinner than he did in all the pictures Jisoo showed him. And his hair was no longer red, but a faded orange. Despite him being thinner than what he remembered from Jisoos photos, his cheeks were still chubby in a cute way, cute like his lips that were pouty and puffy.

“Who is this?” He asked his mom, pointing at Jungkook who could feel his palms getting sweaty and his stomach doing backflips.
“Another long lost cousin or something?” Jimin asked chuckling as if it wouldn’t be the first time Jisoo brought home a long lost cousin.

“Jimin I’d Like you to meet Jeon Jungkook… my boyfriend. He lives with us now...“

Jimin stood there quietly, looking back and forth between Jungkook and Jisoo wondering if it was a prank.
Waiting for them to laugh at him and say
“You should have seen your face!” But it never came. And then Jimin realized his mom was serious.

Jungkook gulped, biting his bottom lip to stop it from trembling because meeting your girlfriends teenage son is truly a terrifying experience that requires lots of mental preparation that Jungkook did not recieve.

“Boyfriend!?” His eyes widening as he took a step back looking at his mom with a betrayed expression. His tone was full of confusion and anger which caused Jisoo to Jump back and Jungkook to flinch at the younger boys harsh tone.

“Well yes he-“

“He looks like he’s my age! Are you dating a minor mom!?”

Jungkook decided to answer for himself, raising his hand like he was a student in a classroom asking his teacher to go to the bathroom.
“Im 23 actua-“

“23!? Mom he’s 9 years younger than you! And why is he living with us! Why are you dating someone! WHAT ABOUT DAD HUH!? DO YOU CARE ABOUT HIM AT ALL! DONT YOU THINK THIS WOULD KILL HIM IF HE WAS ALIVE!” Jimin yelled, face turning red from anger. Jungkook felt hot, knowing the boy would hate him like this. But Jungkook could see Jisoo tearing up at the way her son was yelling at her and Jungkook could not watch it.

That was the boys mother where was his respect? He tried to man up and intrude.

“Hey calm down Your mother and I-“

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother! I bet you’ve only been with her for a couple months so don’t act like you know her better than I do okay!?” Jimin yelled, turning to face Jungkook now instead of his mother who had tears streaming down her cheeks, looking down at her shoes.

“Are you with her cause we have money? Is that it? You feeding off our cash, gold digger!?”

“JIMIN!” His mother yelled, stomping her foot on the ground as a sign to Jimin that enough was enough. Jimin looked at his mom and shut his mouth but making sure to clench his jaw tightly.

“Jungkook is a very nice guy and I love him! I deserve happiness too! And I will not let your pathetic and disrespectful attitude ruin our relationship! Now I made dinner and we are going to sit together and eat as a family understood!?” Jungkook could tell Jisoo was fed up with Jimin’s attitute and truthfully, Jungkook was too. He didn’t even know him? What gave Jimin the right to judge him like that?

“Family?” Jimin mumbled, staring at his mom with a look of disbelief.
“He’s not my family.”

And with that, Jimin grabbed his luggage and ran through the hallway until he reached his room and slammed the door after himself, ignoring his mom calling out his name.

“Kook I’m sorry I didn’t expect him to a-act out like that he’s really a good kid-“

“Jisoo its okay.. I figured that would happen. He’ll warm up to us.” He pulled her into his amrs, letting her tears soak through his red shirt.

“I hope.” He mumbled, more to himself than to her.

Because he really did hope the younger boy would warm up to him. But what did he expect? His father died, and his mother was dating someone and allowed him to move in without even bothering to ask him how he felt.

Jungkook did feel slightly insulted when Jimin said he looked like he was 16 though. But he was more offended when he accused him of only being with Jisoo for money.

He actually really loved Jisoo. She was smart, kind, loving, soft, and they had a lot in common. They got along well and they loved each other.
Jimin had no right to ruin that.

“We’ll just let him calm down and digest the information then maybe Ill go talk to him, yea?” Jungkook mumbled, rubbing her back to calm her down.
She nodded in response.

“Now come on we can’t let that fish go to waste can we?”

They ate dinner quickly and in silence. What could they even say after that whole scene?
While they ate dinner, Jimin was in his room texting Taehyung about everything that just happened. About that stupid Jungkook and how his mom can’t see that he’s totally using her for money. What kind of guy moves into his girlfriends house after only dating for a couple months!?

And what kind of dude dates a woman 9 years older than him with a 16 year old son and a dead husband!?

He was totally using her!

Music was blasting through his room on his blue colored. speakers that stood on his nightstand just beside the bed he was laying on, angrily texting his best friend.

He typed so quickly and roughly, thinking his phone would crack any second by the force he was using to angrily text Taehyung about everything going wrong in his life.

He decided he would unpack his clothes later. Right now he was too angry and fed up. This was definitely going to be the worst summer ever Jimin thought. Maybe he could get away with spending most of his nights at Hoseok’s house instead of here with his cougar of a mother and her sugar baby boyfriend.

He had not realized how long had passed since he’d been fuming over this whole situation but he guessed, with his one and a half hour playlist being over, it was a longer while than he thought.

The room was so weird without the loud music playing, he thought, reaching over to grab his phone and restart the playlist but before he could press play, there was a knock on the door.

Before Jimin could even answer, His door opened revealing the devil himself, the guy he’s been pissed about for the past hour, Jungkook.

“I didn’t say come in,” Jimin spat, sitting up right on his bed and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I just want to talk.” Jungkook answered, nervously slipping his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants, staring at Jimin anxiously.

“Yea well I don’t so get out.”
Jungkook looked at him like he could not believe what he just heard. He raised his left eyebrow and scoffed. Who did this obnoxious kid think he was?

“First of all I’m older than you show some respect. Second, your mother worked really hard to prepare a nice dinner table for you. She kept saying her perfect son was coming and everything had to be amazing for him. You stomped on her hard work and made her feel like crap. Don’t tell me you aren’t even a little sorry about what you just did to her?”

Jungkook could see Jimin’s expression waver but only for a second. Was Jisoo sure her son was perfect, fragile, gentle, and sweet?

Because to Jungkook.. Jimin seemed like shards of broken glass, hiding where you can’t see them until you step on it.
Sure Jimin looked fragile but he certainly was not, from what Jungkook could tell. How could a kid with such a cute face have such a bad temper? He was acting like a 2 year old!

“She should have thought of that before she brought a rat to the table,” he fired back at Jungkook, feeling slightly proud of himself internally for having such a clever comeback.
But while Jimin thought it was clever, Jungkook thought it was child.

“Well you know what? You’re just gonna have to suck it up and live with the fact that I live here now cause I love your mom. And your mom loves me equally back. So I’m here to stay whether you like it or not.” Jungkook was about to turn before he thought of something quickly that would really shut the orange haired boy up for sure.

“Oh and Jimin?” He turned around opening the door a little more. Jimin gave him a “what do you want” look.

“Might wanna blast that music louder so you dont hear all the fun me and your mom are gonna have tonight,” once he saw Jimin fuming, face turning bright red, be knew he got the reaction he wanted. He winked at Jimin, shutting the door.
Just as he was about to walk away he stopped in his tracks upon hearing loud and clear the words “FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!” Come through Jimin’s side of the door.

He scoffed, muttering “Brat” before walking away.
What was Jungkook going to do with this kid? Allow him to keep being a brat to him and his mom?

“Only three months,” Jungkook reminded himself. Only three months until Jimin was gone and then Jungkook could go back to his happy life with Jisoo and Jimin could go be a spoiled brat in his fancy boarding school.

They went hard at it last night just like Jungkook promised Jimin they would. Jimin could not sleep all night, grossed out by the sounds he heard and never wanted to hear again. Grossed out by the way he could hear the head board of his moms bed banging on the wall. The bed he used to sleep on when he had nightmares and his mom would hold him under the covers and tell him everything was going to be okay and that the nightmares will go away. The bed his father slept on beside his mother. Now there was Jungkook. Jungkook who was trying to replace his dead father. Jungkook who was doing nasty things to my mom he did not want to hear or envision.

What a wonderful way to spend the first day of summer vacation.

He got up in the morning and went down to breakfast only wanted to throw up more when he came to view with Jungkook pressing kisses down his moms neck and his mom giggling like a school girl.

“Ew Vomit.” Jimin said gagging as he walked past them, opening the fridge to look for orange juice. Great was this what he had to deal with now? Seeing his mom like that with another guy in the kitchen that he eats in?

They broke apart, his mom pushing Jungkook away upon hearing her sons voice, her face turning red from embarrassment. She had almost forgotten the kid was back home and they could not do that around him anymore.

“S-sorry Kiddo. Didn’t see you there. Why do you look so tired hun?” His mom rushed over to Jimin, putting her hand on Jimin’s shoulder. She wore a nervous smile, her neck to the tips of her ears were red like a firetruck. And from wear Jimin was standing, he could see the hickeys on her neck that she failed to cover. It made him want to gauge Jungkook’s eyes out.

“Well I don’t know. Maybe because my mom and Her boyfriend kept me up all night?” He shot her a dirty look, grabbing the orange Juice and closing the fridge with force, causing his mom to flinch. It took her a second to realize what he meant by that but when she did, Her mouth opened wide in realization and she grew even more embarrassed than five seconds ago.

“O-oh I didn’t uh.. I didnt know we were so loud..” she looked down at her feet, not being able to see the smirk on Jungkook’s face. But Jimin could see it and he wanted to wipe it off.

“I’m gonna go shower.” And within a second his mom was running upstairs, trying to get as far away from the two boys as she can. Jimin grabbed a cup and began to pour orange juice and the second he heard the door slam it was followed by a chuckle leaving Jungkook’s mouth.

“So we kept you up all night huh? Must suck for you,” Jungkook sipped his coffee, lifting up a newspaper to read what’s going on in Busan lately. Jungkook felt prideful knowing he kept his promise to Jimin that they’d be loud. Maybe Jimin will keep the attitute to himself now.

Jungkook had to admit, he went extra hard last night to provoke such loud sounds, thinking about how Jimin must be drowning himself in music not to hear it and it gave Jungkook a twisted tingling of satisfaction in his stomach knowing that the other got what was coming to him.

Jimin looked at him in disbelief stopping in his tracks on the way to the fridge to just think for a second about how someone could be such an asshole.

“Yea I love to hear my mom moaning don’t you?” He said sarcastically as he pushed the orange juice carton back inside the fridge, shuttng the door then leaning on the medal as he sipped on the juice.

“Yes I love to hear your mom moaning.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Jungkook put his mug in the sink then turning around to face Jimin, leaning back against the counter. He had to admit.. Jimin was cute like that. His cheeks were puffier than yesterday, this orange hair was sticking out every which way. Jimin wore a large gray sweater that was too big on his and gave him large sweater paws, his small fingers barely visible out of them and black shorts.

Jungkook licked his lips, trying hard not to think about Jimin’s physical appearance.

“Tell me about yourself Jimin hm? Best friends? Any friends at all?”

“I have friends idiot. Their names are Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi. They all go to my school with me.” Jimin frowned, ignoring the fact that Jungkook was talking to him, giving a second to think about how he missed his friends already.

“And I’m considering staying with one of them for the rest of the summer.”

Hoseok.. Hoseok was staying with his grandma just on the street behind his and he knows Hoseok would not mind taking him in especially if he heard of all this bullshit that happened within only 24 hours.

“No you’re not.”

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” Jimin spat back, holding onto his cup so hard he was afraid it was going to crack in between his fingers.

“I don’t care. You don’t have permission. Your mom’s been waiting for you to come home for so long. She’s cried for many days staring at your baby pictures and missing you so no. You’re not going to do that.” Jungkook shrugged, taking a step closer as if that was gonna intimidate Jimin.
Jimin only looked at Jungkook in amusement because seriously? Why should Jimin care if his mom was waiting for him?

She clearly found someone to keep her company while he was at school.

“Okay anyway keep going. What do you like to do for fun?”

“Why are you aski- okay whatever. I like to study.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows because he could tell There was something more. There was no way Jimin just liked to study. Well he did expect homework or something of the sort to be apart of Jimins answer but Jimin had a burning fire in his eyes Jungkook could see. And a fire like that burns something big.

Jimin felt like he was being stomped on under Jungkook’s stare and eventually he gave in.

“I.. I like to dance.”

Well Jungkook didn’t expect that kind of answer out of Jimin but he guess he could see it. Jimin had thick thighs from what he could see. Like dancers thighs. Jungkook always admired thick thighs..

“Dance huh? I was a dancer in highschool.”

“Yea I bet you were lots of things back in highschool. Anyway look I don’t know what you’re trying to do but trying to know your girlfriends son doesnt work for her son okay? I don’t want you to know me. And I don’t want to know you. So screw off.”

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It had already been a week since Jimin’s been living in a house with the devil. The devil being Jeon Jungkook. Jimin’s hardly spoken a word to his mom since he came, hiding out in his room pretty much the entire time because he was afraid if he did leave his room, his mom and her boyfriend would be fucking on the couch.

But tonight he decided he could get out of his room for a few minutes to go hang out with his friends. And boy was he glad neither his mom or the devil were in sight as he snuck out.

Jimin was a party hoseok invited him to. Taehyung and Yoongi were in town and he wanted to see his best friends and have fun. What better place to have fun at than at a rich senior girls house?

Jimin didn’t know many of the people here because he did go to boarding school in Seoul so how could he? But Hoseok knew people. Lots of people including the girl who owned this house. And thankfully they didn’t need an invite to this party since it was an open house block party.

Jimin wore a red shirt with a dark blue cardigan over it, dark blue jeans under. His orange fluffy hair sat perfectly above his eyes and yea he may have been wearing a pink tint on his lips and a little blush. He liked parties. You don’t need to know anyone or be anyone. Right then and there everyone, stranger or soulmate, became one on the dancefloor. The loud music, the alcohol, the adrenaline connected even the farthest souls into a tight knot.

But Jimin had a specific reason he came to this party anyway. He wanted to get laid tonight.

That was his goal.
He wanted to land a nice thick cock in his ass and he wanted to enjoy it.

They had been at this guys house for just about two hours already, drinking, chatting, dancing.
Jimin and his friends were not quite drunk yet though. Well Yoongi maybe but Hoseok, Tae and Jimin were just buzzed.

“So whats with your mom dating a dude like a decade younger than her? Isn’t that gross?” Taehyung asked, sipping on his half empty beer can and leaning farther back onto the counter.

“Yes! He’s.. he’s unbelievable. You know he purposely fucked my mom loud enough so I could hear? He admitted to it. Because he’s sick!”
Jimin complained loudly over the music, twisting his face as he remembered the way he pushed his earbuds into his ears to shut the noises out.

“That’s fucked up dude.” Yoongi pointed out, slurring his words a little.
Before Jimin could reply, someone came into the the room screaming “THE COPS! RUN!”

And everyone pushed out of the back door as quickly as they could before the cops broke through to probably arrest anyone who was underaged drinking. Which basically meant the entire party. Jimin and his friends being the closest to the back door were one of the first people out there. They ran past the pool and jumped over the fences running in any direction.

“Lets go to my house!” Jimin yelled through his pants, motioning for his friends to follow him.
In no time, the sound of sirens faded and the boys made it to Jimin’s house which was not that far.

Jimin lived in a beautiful house. Though it was not very big it was certainly very expensive and pretty on the inside just as much as on the outside.
With his fathers bank account still loaded and his mother being a doctor he had a lot of money actually. Speaking of which, his mother being a doctor means she would of course not approve of a bunch of 16 year old boys underaged drinking. So yea Jimin knew he was for sure going to be in trouble when he got home.

But there was no time to even think about it because they were rushing inside one after the other. When they got into the house, Jimin closed the door behind them and breathily chuckled.

They all took a second to breathe before Hoseok began to whine.
“Damn it that party was so short I didn’t even get to smoke soms weed ye-“

“Shut up dude!” Jimin whisper yelled at Hoseok who clearly forgot that Jimins mother and her devil on a leash on were still home and one of them was a doctor who would freak the fuck out! Gosh he and Taehyung were always so loud.

“Jimin is that you?” He heard Jungkook’s voice come from the kitchen. Jimin looked at his friends and rolled his eyes before motioning them to follow him to the kitchen.

“Yes idiot who else would it be.” Jungkook chuckled at Jimin’s response, seeing Jimin and three other guys walk into the kitchen. So these kids must be Jimin’s friends. They were all pretty, Jungkook thought. Honestly not as pretty as Jimin but then again none of these boys ha dhis beautiful girlfriend, Jisoo as a mom like Jimin did.

“Who’re these guys?” Jungkook asked as he picked up two white glass plates to put back in the cabinent, from dinner Jimin guessed.
Jimin turned around go face his friends who were gawking at Jungkook like he was an alien that fell from the sky.

They just didn’t expect their friends moms boyfriend to be so attractive..

“This is thing 1, thing 2, and thing 3.” Jimin mumbled pointing at his friends, resulting in an offended gasp coming from his brunette friend Taehyung.

“Rude! Why is Yoongi Thing one and im Thing Three!? Im Taller than him I should be thing one! Anyway. Ehem I’m Taehyung, Thats hoseok and this is Yoongi. We’re Jimin’s friends for some odd reason that we may never know of.” Jimin rolled his eyes but Jungkook and Jimin’s friends found it a bit amusing, snickering at Jimin’s angry expression.

“Nice to meet you guys, im Jungkook. Anyway Um Jimin your mom is working a night shift at the hospital.”

“Whatever. We’ll be in my room. Leave us alone.” Jimin grumbled, not even sparing Jungkook another glance before pulling his friends into his room where they began to connect the video games to play

“Jimin you kind of forgot to mention one thing about you mom’s new boyfriend,” Taehyung said, plopping himself down on Jimin’s bed after taking his sneakers off by the door.

“Yea whats that?” Jimin replied unenthusiastically, opening the drawer where he kept his video games.

“That he’s hot! Did you see his collarbones? Ugh I almost moaned!” Taehyung exclaimed wrapping his arm around Hoseok who sat beside him on Jimin’s bed.

“Yea Jimin I don’t know man, If I were you I wouldn’t be complaining about having total Eye candy in my house.” Hoseok laughed high fiving Taehyung.

Jimin stared at his two friends in disbelief, not believing what he was hearing. Were these guys serious? Jeon Jungkook invaded his life, his home and his friends only care about him being “total eye candy?”

He wasn’t even that good looking! Well.. at least Jimin didn’t think so. In all honesty Jimin’s been too busy paying attention on hating the other to pay attention his looks. So maybe he wasn’t horrible to look at but that wasn’t the point.

“You guys are gross that guy is dating Jimin’s mom.”

Jimin thanked Yoongi for being the only normal person out of his three friends, realizing the situation he was in.

Exactly. He was dating Jimin’s mom. Invading his life. Was that so hard to understand or were Hoseok and Taehyung just brain dead?

They played games for an hour or so, Taehyung beating all of them like they expected he would. Taehyung lived and breathed Video games it was no surprise that he won every single time. And though Jimin wanted the boys to stay, Hoseoks grandma wanted them home so she would not worry all night.

Taehyung and Yoongi were staying with hoseok so they had to go too, except Jimin did not necessarily want Yoongi to leave. Specifically Yoongi because his goal was to get fucked, and he did not meet that goal. He and Yoongi happened to have a history of being friends with benefits. Amazing benefits that Jimin was beyond thankful for.

Jimin walked the boys out the door but Yoongi told Hoseok and Taehyung to wait for him for five minutes, before he shut Jimin’s front door, making them alone in the living room.

Yoongi gave Jimin the look. The look that made Jimin understand what he could get in these five minutes, grabbing onto Yoongi’s black hoodie and pulling him into a heated make out session.

Their lips smashed together, causing a small moan to leave Jimin’s throat. Yoongi quickly pushed Jimin to the wall, shoving his tongue in between the younger boys lips to taste every inch of the inside of his mouth. Jimin kept his hands on Yoongi’s chest, allowing the other to use his own hands to roam Jimin’s body, loving the way Yoongi memorized every curve, every sweet spot, everything.

The older boys hands traveled From the nape of Jimins neck, down to the curve of his back, to his fat ass which he grabbed as if they were the only things he could hold onto.

“Ehem.” The two boys pulled apart, turning their heads to Jungkook who stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes moving back and forth between the two boys whos lips both began to swell.

“You should go home Yoongi.”

“Y-yea.. Ill see you Jimin.”
Jimin tried to protest but the words weren’t leaving his mouth, instead on small whimpers of desperation did. He wanted to pull Yoongi back and beg him to stay but for some reason his body wouldn’t do what his mind was begging for.

When the door closed, and Yoongi was no where in sight, Jimin angrily turned to Jungkook, fists clenching so hard they began to turn white.

“What was that!?”

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend Jimin-ah.”
Jungkook calmly stated as he began to walk back to the kitchen, Jimin angrily storming after him.

“He’s not my boyfriend we just fuck and I could have gotten some tonight if you didn’t rudely interrupt! You had no right to do that!”

Jungkook remained unphased by Jimin’s screaming, his posture and facial expression remaining in tact, opening the fridge to get a cold water bottle.

“Does your mom know you have a fuck buddy?”
He asked, leaning against the fridge and taking a sip of his water.

Watching Jimin fume was kind of cute. His cheeks were puffier than usual, lips in an angry pout and he could even see smoke coming out of his ears like in those silly cartoons he watched as a child where the short angry man had smoke coming out of his ears. Yea, Jimin was cute when he was angry.

Truthfully, he did not know why he kicked that boy out. He just didn’t like the thought of someone with Jimin. It didn’t sit right with Jungkook for whatever unknown reason.

“It’s not her business and it’s not yours Jungkook! Can’t you just.. ugh!” Just as Jimin was about to turn around and stomp away, Jungkook grabbed his wrist tightly, spinning Jimin around. The younger boy gulped upon skin contact, slowly looking up at Jungkook.

They stared at each other for s few seconds.

For the first time, Jimin realized that Jungkook really was as good looking as his friends described him to be. Standing so close to him gave Jimin a chance to scan his features. His big brown eyes, doll like lips, sharp jawline, the little mole under his lip.

How good he looked with his brown hair being messy over his forehead, not styled to part in the middle like normally. Not to mention his bulging biceps that were so clearly defined even through Jungkook’s tight long sleeve green shirt.

Jimin, for the first time since he met Jungkook, felt small under him.

After the uncomfortable few seconds of undying silence, Jungkook finally spoke.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re friends or not. You should never let a guy toy with you. You deserve a commitment, a chance at a real relationship. At love. Fucking around with a guy is beneath you Jimin.” He said just above a whisper.

Jungkook stared deep into Jimin’s eyes hoping to get through to him, his hand slightly releasing its grip around the boys wrist but not fully letting go.

“Well maybe love isn’t what I’m looking for,” Jimin mumbled, using his other hand to pry Jungkook’s fingers off his wrist before walking back to his room.

Jungkook let out a sigh of disappointment. He didnt know why but something in him made him want to protect Jimin. Something drew him to the orange haired boy. He just wish he knew why he cared so much.

Jimin slammed the door shut after entering his room.
What the hell was that?
Did he and Jungkook just have a moment? What the fuck was all that about? Jungkook staring into his eyes and grabbing his wrist and telling him he deserved love why did it feel like some twisted Kdrama!?

Besides, he’s only knows Jimin for a week he doesnt know if Jimin deserves love or not. He doesn’t know anything about Jimin!

The younger boy didn’t know what just happened but he decided not to dwell on it. He didn’t know Jungkook and didn’t care about him and as far as he’s concerened, he’d like to keep it that way.

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When Jimin woke up the next morning, he woke up to the smell of pancakes coming through the bottom of his door.

His mom didn’t make breakfast? Let alone pancakes. They were always store bought from what he remembered. She loved to cook but never had time for it in the mornjng because she was always on the run to work.

Maybe today was a special occasion. Jimin hauled his ass up from bed, not bothering to make it. He went to the bathroom and brushed quickly before washing his face with cleansing soap. Jimin slept in a grey hoodie that said “Fuck me” in bold blue letters across his chest and a pair of black basketball shorts. He looked chubbier than normal, he thought, playing with his cheeks while staring in the mirror.

Maybe he should go for a swim later, he thought.

But first, breakfast.

He walked out to the kitchen expecting to see his mother in front of the stove but instead his eyes met with a bare back. A rather toned, tan, nice back. Jungkook was standing shirtless in the kitchen with a spatula in his right hand flipping the pancakes apparently he made.

Jimin couldn’t rip his eyes from the sight. Jungkook just looked so.. sexy?

“U-uh.. wheres my mom?” Jimin asked, his voice alerting Jungkook, causing him to turn his head and stare at the younger boy. When He noticed Jimin, his smile widened.

“Hey, um she had to leave early again. Emergency at the hospital. So I guess its just you and me. Want some pancakes?”

Jimin frowned.

“Sure.”
In a few seconds after responding to Jungkook’s question, he was handed a plate with two chocolate chip pancakes, still hot to the point where smoke was still leaving it. They smelled amazing. For once Jungkook managed to make himself useful, Jimin thought.

“Sorry if you dont like chocolate chips I-“

“N-no! I love chocolate chip pancakes actually. It’s my favorite,” Jimin blushed, trying to avoid Jungkook’s eyes on him.

“Hm, me too,” Jungkook smiled, going back to making his own pancakes, flipping them until he had a second pancake on his plate, then he turned the stove off.
Jungkook grabbed his plate and went to sit on the dining table in front of Jimin, digging his fork into the pancakes as soon as he sat down.

He was about to push the fork in his mouth before realizing Jimin did not even take a bite yet, just staring at his pancakes. Jungkook frowned. Did Jimin maybe lie about liking chocolate chips? Why else would he not be eating?

“Don’t worry I didnt poison them.” Jungkook chuckled, reassuring the other that his food was safe to it. Jimin rolled his eyes in response before shoving a piece of the pancake into his mouth, and after a couple of chews he moaned.

Like literally moaned because the pancakes were just amazing. They tasted like rainbows in his mouth and were so much better than the ones from the restaurant his mom always bought. His reaction brought a wider smile to Jungkook’s face.

“This is so good,” Jimin mumbled before stuffing his face with more.
“At boarding school our breakfast is so bad. It’s like they feed us ass for breakfast everyday.”
He mumbled, sticking his fork into his mouth.

“I wouldn’t mind eating ass every morning.”

Jimin looked up at Jungkook with his eyes wide. Did Jungkook actually just say that and with a smirk? He couldn’t help but giggle at the older boys words.

“I can not believe you just said that,” he said through his giggles, looking back down at his plate.

“Says the guy whose wearing a hoodie that says ‘fuck me’ on it.” Jungkook said pointing to Jimin’s hoodie with his fork. Jimin almost forgot what he came out wearing. His cheeks turned furiously read as he looked down at his hoodie.

“Besides do straight guys even eat ass?” Jimin asked, lifting his head.
His mothers boyfriend took the last bite of his pancake, sitting up and grabbing his plate along with Jimin’s when he saw the boy was done.
He piled them on top of each other and scooted out of his chair to go to the kitchen.

Just as he was putting the plates in the sink, he looked at Jimin who still sat at the table, looking back at Him and replied:

“Who says Im straight?”

Those four words were like an earthquake in Jimin’s mind. If Jungkook wasn’t straight then what was he? For the first time since he met Jungkook, he was interested in getting to know more about what he just said. Sexuality was kind of a big deal for Jimin considering he and his friends were not “straight” like everyone assumed they’d be.

Yoongi was whatever he was. He had no label. Hoseok and Taehyung were bi and Jimin was gay. But it seemed like Jimin was the only one who “looked like a twink” according to Taehyung.

He was short, thin with a plump ass, had milky skin, completely hairless. He had perfect blowjob lips and sparkly eyes,not to mention he liked to wear blush and dye his hair all kinds of pretty colors. Still Jimin didn’t see himself that way. He saw himself as just Jimin.

He pushed his chair back, getting up and making his way over to Jungkook, standing beside him as the other was preparing to wash the dishes.

“Well you’re dating my mom so you’re not gay. What are you then?” He asked curiously, furrowing his eyebrows and awaiting Jungkook’s response. He watched every move of Jungkook’s.

How he picked up the blue sponge, how he squirted the purple soap over it and began to soap the dishes he used to make the pancakes.

Was it bad that Jimin was also sneaking peaks at Jungkook’s bulging muscles?
After all.

Jungkook was still shirtless.

And his tan skin and perfectly sculpted abs and biceps were still on display for Jimin to marvel at even though he didn’t want to. He could not help it.

So yea maybe he could not help but stare for a little. His inner gay was reaching out but he had to remind himself that Jungkook was his moms girlfriend. Aka the enemy.

He almost hated Taehyung and Hoseok embedding the thought of Jungkook being hot into his brain because it would take Jimin forever to look past that now.

Well, it still didn’t make up for Jungkook being an ass though.

“Im just me. I like who I like.” Jungkook shrugged in response. Jimin gave him an odd look before opening a drawer to get a towel out and dry the dishes. Jungkook wanted to make a comment about Jimin finally moving his lazy ass but he decided against it.

They were having a normal conversation and Jungkook did not want to ruin it.

“Okay… um do you know when my mom’s gonna get home?” He asked as he dried the pan, opening a drawer to place it in its rightful spot.

“No..”

Jimin could hear the sadness in Jungkook’s voice. Kind of like he missed Jisoo. When Jimin went back to take another dish to dry he could see Jungkook frowning too.
He guessed it must have not been easy dating a full time emergency room doctor. He knew his mom was never home. Normally, when his father was alive he would keep Jimin company while Jisoo was at work. But when his father passed away it became harder for Jimin to be alone.

“It must be hard huh? Dating someone whose never home? It’s one of the reasons I asked to go to boarding school.”

“Why because you also dated someone whose never home?”

Jimin laughed, hitting Jungkook with his towel causing Jungkook to laugh too.

“No idiot. Cause mom was never home.”

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When Jimin returned to his room after breakfast, he replayed this mornings events in his head. That may have been the fifth conversation he’s had with Jungkook and possibly the only one he actually enjoyed.

Truthfully, he had no idea how he was going to get used to Jungkook being around. But maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. He still wasn’t okay with his mom dating someone.
But maybe Jungkook wasn’t the total asshole he thought he was.

Maybe if things were hnder different circumstances, for example if Jungkook wasn’t dating Jimin’s mom and Jimin was a tad bit older they could be friends.

What Jimin didn’t expect was for them to be a little more than friends.

Chapter Text

“Jungkook Give me the remote back!” Jimin yelled, Jumping up to try and reach the remote Jungkook was holding up in the air. It so was not fair how tall Jungkook was and how he used it to his advantage. He currently held the remote to the tv high up in the air, snickering at how short Jimin was that even when jumping, he could not reach it. Jimin was clutching onto Jungkook’s gray tanktop with one hand while Trying to grab the remote with the other, noticing how close they were in distance but too busy thinking about catching the remote to care.

Jisoo was out at work again and Jimin wanted to watch TV but Jungkook said he watched little kids shows and stole the remote from him!

“If you want it then take it,” Jungkook said, chuckling as he stepped onto his tippy toes so it would be even harder for Jimin to grab.

Jungkook thought Jimin looked cute like this. Jumping up and down like the kid he was to get something from Jungkook. Jimin groaned in frustration, head dropping back as he looked up at the remote. Why was Jungkook being so annoying!? Fine, if Jungkook was gonna play this game then Jimin decided he’d play too.

When Jimin figured out just what to do, he smirked before roughly pinching Jungkook’s nipple through his grey tank top, causing Jungkook to crouch down, holding onto his pec while letting out a pained groan. He bent down Just enough for Jimin to jump and grab the remote them laugh in Jungkook’s face because he just defeated him.

“HAH!” Jimin said, waving the remote in Jungkook’s face like it was a trophy made of gold that he just won.

“You little!” Jimin could see Jungkook’s fave turn red and he knew he was in trouble. He squealed, running away from Jungkook who ran after him, ready to catch the other and make him pay for pinching him hard.

“Come back here Jimin!” He yelled, running around the living room, chasing Jimin who was giggling insanely at how funny Jungkook looked when he was mad.

“Come and catch me asshole!” Jimin yelled, jumping over the couch And running over to his room. He ran through the door, pushing it closed but Jungkook managed to get there before it completely closed, trying hard to push it open.

The two were both pushed on both sides of Jimin’s bedroom door it being harder for Jimin since Jungkook was so much stronger. Eventually Jungkook won, pushing the door all the way back causing Jimin to squeal and Jump back, looking for anything he could throw at Jungkook. He decided on the pillow he had on his unmade bed But he didn’t make it in time to grab it because Jungkook was already tackling Jimin onto his bed, pushing Jimin down and straddling the younger boys lap.

Before Jimin could yell, Jungkook began tickling him insanely everywhere and Jimin began to laugh uncontrollably.

“S-stop J-juh- Jungkook! It t-tickles!” He protested through his laughs, trying to push Jungkook’s hands off the sides of his ribs. Once Jungkook managed to pull the remote out of Jimins hand, he stopped tickling the other and jumped off him quickly.

“Looks like I win loser.” Jungkook laughed, waving the remote in front of Jimins face as the younger was trying to regain his ability to breathe properly.

“I hate you!” Jimin yelled but with no actual bite.

“I hate you too carrot top.” Jungkook said in a singing kind of voice as he walked out of Jimins room with a proud smile on his face.

Carrot top was the nickname Jungkook came up with for Jimin that morning when they were eating breakfast without his mom again.
Jungkook asked Jimin why he dyed his hair orange and Jimin replied with he didn’t.

His hair was originally red and then faded. He eventually saw that he looked good in the orange hair and decided to keep it that way until his roots grew out. It was after that did Jungkook reply with

“You look like a carrot.”

And the rest of that day Jungkook’s been calling Jimin carrot top, purposefully trying to piss him off. Then when Jimin wanted to watch Finding Dori on the TV, Jungkook called him a child and snatched the remote out of his hand, changing the channel to some horror movie that within one second already frightened Jimin.

So Jimin went to the screen and turned the TV off, attacking Jungkook for the remote. Then Jungkook decided to use his height as an advantage over Jimin, calling him shorty.

So Jimin was called a child, carrot top, and now shorty by Jungkook and he had never felt more like a kid in his whole life.

Jimin got off the bed, angrily walking back into the living room and sitting next to Jungkook on the grey leather couch. Jungkook who was originally going to play a horror movie clearly decided against it now, playing a variety show on KBS.

“You’re mean using your height against me,” Jimin said, grabbing the bowl of pretzels that sat on the coffee table, placing it on his lap as he sat criss cross applesauce.

He grabbed some, throwing them in his mouth while staring ahead of him at the flat screen TV that was placed on the white wall just above a small table containing little bamboo plants his mkm loved for whatever odd reason. .

“Yea Im so mean aren’t I? Poor you” Jungkook said in a sarcastic voice, chuckling shortly after. Jungkook had to admit, he was happy Jimin was warming up to him. He felt like he made a new friend. Even though Jimin constantly said he hated Jungkook and Jungkook replied with “the feelings are mutual” he grew fond of Jimin pretty quickly.

The only friends Jungkook really had were Jin and Namjoon and he hardly saw them now anyway which totally sucked for him. Then again he hasnt made much an effort to talk to them since he’s been with Jisoo.

Jisoo and her carrot top of a son, that he’s already grown to like though only knowing the boy for a week or so.

“Yea you are asshole. I still hate you,” Jimin grumbled, passing the blue plastic bowl over to Jungkook who took a handful of pretzels for himself.

“Yea I know. You never fail to remind me,” He looked over at Jimin with a smile and Jimin caught his eye, not being able to hold back his own smile.

The two stared at each other like that, smiling for only a few seconds before the front door opened. Their heads both snapped over to Jisoo who walked in with groceries in both hands.
She was still wearing her blue scrubs and her hair was in a messy and all over the place. She’d been in the ER all night and all morning and still managed to buy food for the house. But she didnt do it with much energy, her face was pale and the only real color on her face were the purple bags under her eyes.
Jimin kind of felt bad for her.

“Hey there are my two favorite boys in the whole universe. Jimin can you get the rest of the bags from the car? I need to sleep” She said, putting the bags on the kitchen table before walking upstairs. She looked like she was about to fall, the only energy her body was running on was the 8 cans of red bull she drank but it clearly wasn’t giving her much energy.

Jimin turned his head from his mom to Jungkook, smacking him on the arm to gain his attention.
“Get up and help me asshole,” Jimin said, ignoring his mom telling him to watch his language as she walked up the stairs and going outside to her black BMW to get the groceries.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at Jimin’s choice of words but still following him out anyway. He walked over to the trunk where Jimin was, collecting as many bags as his hands could hold.

Jungkook also began to collect backs on his arms.

“Bet I can carry more than you can,” Jungkook said, challenging Jimin who gave him a look of disbelief.

“Why is everything with you a competition?” Jimin asked, shaking his head in disapproval.
“I accept your challenge though..”

After a few seconds of staring at each other, waiting for the other to start collecting more bags fast, Jungkook decided he’d make the first move, grabbing as many bags as his hands could hold.
Jimin quickly followed after him, the two trying to grab the most bags until none of them were left.

When they were done, Jungkook slammed the trunk door down and the two ran into the kitchen, dropping the bags on different sides of the counter. Both of them began counting how many bags they each carried and Jimin actually thought he won, the corners of his lips being pulled up into a grin. He was ready to brag about his nunber and how he probably won until Jungkook turned around and said his number.

“15!”

“...13” Jimin frowned, looking down so he wouldn’t see Jungkook’s triumphant smile and idiotic happy dance which he could feel the other doing.

“Hah! I always win.”

“Kiss my ass!” Jimin yelled, beginning to unpack the groceries, taking them out of the bags and putting them where they belong.
Jungkook did the same as Jimin except he kept his stupid smirk on his face, gloating about his victory without using words.

“You wish I’d kiss your ass.”

“You wish I’d let you kiss my ass.”

—————————————
It was Saturday Night, already two full weeks since Jimin has had to live with his moms boyfriend Jungkook.

Jisoo wanted them to go out for a family dinner. Just Her, Jungkook and Jimin in a fancy restaurant, eating as the perfect family she wanted them to be. But they werent. Just because Jimin was messing around with Jungkook as if they were friends does not mean they were actually friends.

He was still angry about his moms boyfriend. How disrespectful it was to his dead father. One thing Jimin did not notice until that morning was that his mom had taken down pictures that had his dad in them.

The family photo of them that was placed it a grey frame decorated with seashells originally sat under the TV on the table. It was gone.

His mom and dads wedding photo that was hung on the wall of the dining room was also taken down.

What really hurt Jimin was when he went into his moms room.
He had not been in there once since he got back from boarding school until this morning when he had to put her laundry in there did he realize that he could hardly even recognize the room.

The bed was new. It wasn’t the same dark wooden king size bed that sat in the middle of the room anymore. Instead it was a white wooden bed, more modern like that sat in the middle of the room. The blanket was no longer the one his grandma gave his mom before she passed away but instead a nice grey duvet. The walls were no longer the tacky shade of pale taupe but a white color.

The pictures of Jisoo and her late husband Miwoo were gone. Taken down. And the room was entirely different. The furniture, the walls, the feeling.

He hated it. He blamed Jungkook for it. For being the reason everything Jimin knew changed. He really thought he was beginning to warm up to Jungkook up until that morning.

Jungkook could tell Jimin had something on his mind because of the way Jimin’s been death glaring him since the morning. He had no idea why Jimin was acting that way because he thought they were actually doing better. Jimin hasn’t really glared at him since the day he found out about his mom and Jungkook two weeks ago.

So what did He do that made Jimin turn hostile towards him again?

They sat at their table ready to order. Jungkook was wearing a maroon fitted button down that for some readon Jimin had to force himself not to stare at. Jungkook looked really good in button downs and he was still too pissed to stare at what his friends called “eye candy.”

His mother matched Jungkook, wearing a maroon silk blouse. She even suggested Jimin match too and wear something maroon like those “cute families who always match.” But Jimin didn’t want to. He thought it was cringey and stupid just like those whole family bullshit his mother was trying to spring on him.

“And any drinks?” The waitor asked while finishing up writing what they had just ordered before.

“Yea I’ll have glass of your finest red wine,” Jimin said, giving thhe waitor one of his flirtatious smiles that could get him anything he wanted.

His mom scoffed and looked back at the waitor. It was as if Jimin forgot his mother was a doctor and would never condone underage drinking. But that didn’t mean Jimin didn’t do it anyway.

“He’s kidding. He’ll have a bottle of coke. Jungkook honey what would you like to drink?” Jimin twisted his face into an angry expression, leaning back into his chair with his arms crossed over his black and white stripped long sleeved shirt.

Jungkook looked at him before looking back at the waiter. “I’ll actually have a glass of your finest red wine. Bring the whole bottle actually.”
Jimin shot him a look which earned him a wink from Jungkook. The wink sent Jimin blushing furiously, looking away still pissed. He sometimes hated how his mom was a doctor. With everything going on in life, he could use a nice glass of wine.

Within a few seconds, the wine bottle and a glass was sat in front of Jungkook and the waiter was gone, going over to tell the cooks what to prepare. Within a couple minutes a man in a dark button down and black slacks like the other employees here came up to their table, standing next to his mom.

“Excuse me miss do you own that black bmw parked behind the restaurant?”

“Why yes I do why?” Jisoo said, closing her menu and looking up at the raven haired man with a curious expression.

“Its parked in a Tow Away zone. They’re going to tow it soon if you don’t move it.” He said pointing behind him with his thumb. Jisoo’s facial expression fell as she stood up and excused herself from the table until it was just Jungkook and Jimin.

The two sat in silence and Jungkook poured the wine into a glass. What Jimin did not expect was for Jungkook to place the glass across the table next to where Jimin’s plate sat. Jimin looked up at Jungkook, raising his eyebrows.

“is this a test?” He asked pointing to the cup that Jungkook filled with wine.
The older man shrugged, shaking his head.
“No test. You wanted red wine. Your mom will be back in a few minutes so drink up.”

Jimin hesitantly grabbed the glass, keeping his eyes on Jungkook the entire time for any signs that this would be a test. He brought the glass to his lips and took the whole glass of wine down his throat in one go, the alcohol burning it’s way down Jimin’s esophagus just how he liked it.
Jungkook smirked watching Jimin down the wine so quickly, taking the glass from Jimin when he was done.

“Phew I needed that...thanks.”
Jimin was confused though he did not show it. Wasnt Jungkook supposed to be the good boyfriend that encouraged him to make good decisions that would make his mom proud and blah blah blah? Why was he giving him wine and going against his girlfriend’s rules? Jimin didn’t know why. But he liked it.

“Heres your coke,” The cute waiter from before said, placing the cold can and a glass with ice and a straw in it besides Jimin. Jimin grinned at him, nodding his head to say thanks.
He thought the waiter would go but he didn’t leave without winking at Jimin first and nodding to the direction of the bathroom. Jimin nodded, accepting his invitation to meet him back there soon.

Jimin almost forgot that Jungkook was sitting literally right across from him, watching the entire altercation from the second the blonde waiter placed the can down to the second he vanished out of sight.

“Seriously Jimin?” Jungkook’s voice broke Jimin out of his daze, the boy looking straight ahead to Jungkook who was wearing an “are you kidding me” look.

“The dude is like 5 years older than you and is only looking to get in your pants.”

Jimin scoffed, wetting his lips with his tongue. Who was Jungkook to judge him? No one. He had no right to comment on or think about or judge anything Jimin did because he bet Jungkook was no better.

“Yea and you’re one to talk? Dating someone a decade older than you.” He grumbled, leaning back into his dark wooden chair, hearing the little squeak the chair made as he did so.

“Your mother and I are both adults. You’re a minor Jimin you can’t go around messing with guys like tha- hey honey! You’re back!” Jungkook switched his tone immediately upon seeing Jisoo walk back to her seat, pushing her chair in when she sat down.

“Yea that was a close one!”

Jimin looked down at his empty plate, staring at his reflection looking back at him. He traced circles on the plate with the tip of his finger, looking uo breifly and catching the waiters eye. He stood there like he was waiting for Jimin to notice him. The blonde waiter gave Jimin a look, tilting his head to the direction of the bathroom before turning to walk in the same direction, hinting that it was now or never. Jimin grinned to himself, standing up and excusing himself to go to the bathroom. He  left quickly without saying anything else, accidentally stumbling on his way to the bathroom.

He was excited to see the blonde waiter, leaning against the wall, staring back at him.

“Hey.” Jimin said, slipping his hands into his pants pockets, suddenly feeling nervous about this. Jimin has hooked up with random guys a bunch of times it was not a new occurrence. But he’s never hooked up with a guy as good looking as him. He looked more experienced than the guys he’s been with too so he was afraid he wouldnt Meet the waiters expectations.

His nametag read “Minho.” He was a blonde but it was clearly dyed that way, easy to tell because his roots were just a centemeter of the color brown, kind of like dark chocolate which probably his original hair color. His jaw line was sharp and his eyes and lips were pretty. He wasn’t just good looking or hot.

He was handsome beyond compare.

“Hey.. what’s your name beautiful?” He said, stepping away from the wall he was leaning on, talking steps closer to where Jimin was standing. They were just in front of the door that lead to the mens bathroom which thankfully was no where near the tables so they were unseen.

“Jimin.”

“Jimin hm. Pretty name for a pretty face,” Minho said, tracing his fingers down the side of Jimins cheek which was increasingly turning red by the second. Minho was a lot taller than Jimin, towering over him with eyes that read hunger. He looked like he was about to devour Jimin, and that alone excited the oranged haired boy.

They didn’t do much talking, in a second Minho’s lips were already brushing over Jimin’s, teasing the shorter boy who was leaning in closer to Minho’s touch. The way Minho caressed his cheek gently sent shivers down Jimin’s spine causing Jimin’s breath to hitch. He swallowed hard, anticipation eating him inside out. When was Minho going to kiss him? He didn’t know how much longer he could wait. Finally his craving for Minho was satisfied, Those shivers electrifying when Minho finally pressed his lips onto his, slowly. Jimin’s heart began beating harder through his chest and it felt like he had never kissed another person in his life. Minho was different from any guy he’s ever kissed and had the ability to make it feel like it was Jimin’s very first time. Exciting, nervewracking, electrifying.

Jimin grabbed onto Minho’s button down, gradually pulling him closer till he stumbled back to the wall. His lips were soft just like Jimin imagined, and out of anyone Jimin’s ever kissed, Minho topped all of them.
His neck started to ache from keeping it angled up to reach Minho so he stepped up on his Tippy toes to push his lips back on the taller boys, harder. Minho took the lead, moving the kiss a little faster, forcing Jimin’s lips open so he could shove his tongue in between them.

Minho was so handsome Jimin could not believe he was even kissing him right now. He could not believe this fine man was sucking on his tongue this way right now. Their lips grew used to each other pretty quickly, moving together in sync with their tongues dancing with each other.

“Ehem.” The two broke apart, turning their heads towards Jungkook who stood in front of them with his arms crossed over his chest.
Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes mumbling “not again.”

“Can we help you?” Minho asked, still standing in close proximity to Jimin who purposely lifted one of his legs around Minho. He didn’t know why he did that, maybe he just wanted to piss Jungkook off. But Jungkook took no notice to Jimin’s gesture, keeping his eyes on Minho.

“Yea he’s a minor and an idiot. I suggest you let go of him,” Jungkook said, his voice an octave lower than it normally was. Jimin watched him with an amused expression because Jungkook was seriously being pathetic. He didn’t care about Jimin being a minor when he handed him a cup of red wine only 10 minutes ago, did he? So why does he care now? It wasnt even his business!

“I don’t have time for this,” Minho mumbled taking a couple steps back away from Jimin causing Jimin to pout. Man all he wanted was sex why did Jungkook have to be such a cock block all the time?

“Come back sometime when your boyfriend isnt here,” and with that Minho left before Jimin even got a chance to explain that Jungkook was actually his moms boyfriend aka a really big asshole right about now. When Minho was gone, Jimin walked up to Jungkook, shoving him with force.

“This is the second time you do that! Now he think you’re my boyfriend! As if! Ugh Jungkook youre so mean seriously,” Jimin whined, bouncing up and down like a child.

“Jimin you’re making out with some random waiter at a family dinner. What if your mom knew about this?” Jungkook protested, Jimin scoffing in response.

“What if my mom knew you were giving her son alcohol?” Jimin retorted.

Jungkook opened his mouth the say something, then shutting it  sighing in defeat. This one time, Jimin won.

The truth is, Jungkook didnt like seeing Jimin with that guy. He just didnt like the feeling it gave him in the pit of his stomach, and he was going to tell Jimin that but decided against it, knowing it would only stir up more anger in Jimin and Jimin would tell him to be concerned about himself.

“Whatever just come back outside.”

The two didn’t speak for the rest of dinner, only taking awkward glances at each other and glaring once in a while. Jisoo could tell there was awkward tension between her boyfriend and her son but she figured it was just because of the situation. Jimin didn’t like Jungkook and Jungkook knew that. She didn’t know the rest of it because she wasn’t told. Jungkook didn’t tell Jisoo about her son hooking up with anyone willing to look at him, about his regular fuckbuddy, Yoongi from boarding school, or about the wine.

Because of the awkward silence, Jisoo figured it would be the right time to tell them about the news she’d been harboring. It was out of the blue. She was actually only told about this this morning but she hadn’t been able to find the proper time to tell the boys. Jisoo put her fork down on her plate and finished chewing her salad before starting to speak.

“So I have something I need to tell you both,” Jimin and Jungkook both looked up from their plates to Jisoo who looked back and forth between them nervously. She toyed with the hem of her maroon blouse, something she often did when she was nervous.

She decided it was best to just rip the bandaid off.
“Im gonna be gone for a few days..” she said, looking at them both for a reaction.
Jimin was used to it so he wasn’t surprised, giving no reaction to his moms words. He continued to pick at his food with his fork, but Jungkook on the other hand seemed disappointed, angry, confused all at the same time.

“How many days?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat. Jimin knew it would be hard for anyone to date his mom. He knew wouldnt have been able to date someone who was never home and left him with her 16 year old bratty son. He didn’t understand why Jungkook put up with it. He was a good looking guy who could so much better. And if He wasn’t with her for the money like he claimed then why was he with her?

“..10-“

“10 days!? And may I ask why?”

Jisoo shrunk in her seat knowing that lately her and her boyfriend had been seeing each other less and less which upset Jungkook. The reason she asked Jungkook to move in was to see him more often. It turned out to work the other way and they saw each other less. But it was her lifeline, her job. She had no choice.

“There was um.. There was a violent tsunami in Indonesia and they’re sending docters from different hospitals to help. Since I do trauma care, theyre sending my care unit.. We leave tomorrow at 5am.”

Jungkook sighed, expression softening knowing he could not be mad about Jisoo going to save lives. But it just sucked that he never saw his girlfriend. What was the point of having one then? In only two weeks of knowing Jimin he felt like he spent more time with him than his mother.

“I’ll take you to the airport,” was the last thing Jungkook said before their table went dead silent again.

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Jungkook did take her to the airport, and Jimin was supposed to be asleep but he could not sleep. His body would not let him. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to shut his eyes and sleep but it was no use. For some reason all that was on his mind was Jungkook. Jungkook racing laps around his brain didn’t allow him a chance to sleep.

Where was he from, when was his birthday, what was he studying, was he even studying? He realized he didn’t know much about Jungkook other than he was 23, he was dating his mom, he knew how to make great pancakes, and he really liked lamb skewers.

At the start of the day he was pissed at Jungkook. He was angry about the change to his mothers room, he was mad about the change to every thing. But at the end of the night, he felt bad for Jungkook. He wasn’t gonna see his girlfriend for 10 days and she threw that news just out of the blue. They hardly saw each other already.

He sat up, throwing his blue duvet off his body and standing up on the floor. He winced at the touch of the freezing cold marble to the back of his feet, quickly running over to where he kept his socks. He opened the drawer and pulled out his light blue fuzzy socks then running back to his bed, jumping on top of it to protect his feet from the cold of the floor.

When he was done sliding the fuzzy socks on his feet, he stepped on the floor and walked out of his room to the kitchen. Jimin boiled up some water for tea, checking the time on the stove as he did so. It was already 5:48 Jungkook should be home soon, Jimin thought. The airport was not far from there.

As if on cue, Jimin heard the door unlock. Jimin couldn’t see who it was because of the wall blocking his view but who else would be coming home at this time that had a key?

Jungkook walked in the kitchen, throwing the keys onto the gray marble counter.
He looked like a mess in his white tshirt and grey sweatpants. His hair was sticking out all over the place and his eyes were swollen, purple bags outlining them. He looked like hadn’t slept all night.

“Hey, what are you doing awake?” Jungkook asked, his voice raspier than usual. Jimin frowned tilting his head slightly.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was making myself tea and I made you a cup also if you want.” Jimin put his cup down, lifting the blue cup from the handle, walking over to Jungkook, who took the cup from his hand, grinning at the kind gesture.

“Thank you Jimin.”

The two found themselves sitting on the grey leather couch, Finding Dory playing as per requested by Jimin. He felt like he should say something to Jungkook. He looked pretty down since he walked in 20 minutes ago.

“I’m used to it you know?”
Jimin said, grabbing Jungkook’s attention. Jungkook turned his head to Jimin, who shifted in his seat to face Jungkook.

“To my mom always being gone I mean. But then I had my dad to keep me company right? When my dad passed away, my mom distracted herself by always being at the hospital. Even when she was off duty she still stayed there when I needed her most she wasn’t there for me. And I know she wanted to be but I don’t blame her for trying to move along. I asked if I could go to boarding school with my friend Hoseok so at least I wouldn’t be alone all the time.”

Jungkook looked at Jimin, turning his body a little too so the conversation was more intimate. He was generally interested in Jimin’s life. Something about Jimin intrigued him. The other never opened up much about himself now was a chance for him to learn.

“So I know. It sucks when someone you care about is never around. I bet it’s not easy for you to get used to.”
Jimin didn’t know why he was telling Jungkook this. He just figured talking was the best way to help Jungkook. Sometimes all you needed was to talk things out and Jimin was here already so he figured maybe he could be that person for Jungkook even if it was just for that moment in time.

“You know how I met her?” Jungkook asked after his long moments of silence.
“About 6 months ago I got into a car accident. I was injured pretty badly and your mom was my doctor. Even when dying I still took my chances at flirting with the pretty doctor. We stayed friends for two-ish months until one day I asked her out on a date. She didn’t tell me until a month into our relationship.. until she asked me to move in did she tell me that she had a dead husband and a 16 year old kid.”
Jungkook chuckled bitterly,  rubbing his tired eyes with his fists.

“Im closer to your age than to my girlfriends age. But because I really liked her it didn’t bother me. When I moved in I thought I could spend more time with my girlfriend. I didn’t think I’d be spending less time with her.”

Jimin nodded, taking in Jungkook’s words. He could tell by the tone of his voice that he was really trying to keep it together. Not to get mad about his whole relationship.

“Well..looks like you’re stuck with me for 10 days.” Jungkook smiled at Jimin’s words causing Jimin to smile too upon seeing Jungkook slightly looser with his joke. 

“Yea well I don’t mind. I like to hangout with you carrot top.”

”yea but I mind. You’re annoying and I hate you.”

Chapter Text

Day 1 Without Jisoo

Jungkook and Jimin both fell asleep halfway through the movie, Finding Dory. Maybe around 6:30am or so, Jungkook asleep first, exhausted from being awake for so long with having to drive Jisoo to the airport and all.

Jimin turned off the tv when he noticed that Jungkook fell asleep, the others soft snores causing Jimin to notice. He definitely did not have the strength to carry a 23 year old man to his bed and he did not want to wake Jungkook up. He eventually decided on bringing a bed to Jungkook, metaphorically speaking. He went upstairs to a guest room and pulled the blanket and pillow off the bed, tippy toeing back down stairs.

He bit his lip wondering how he was going to do this without waking the other. Jimin put the blanket on the floor just for a second so he could put the pillow under Jungkook’s head. He carefully lifted Jungkook’s a head, placing the pillow under him, causing Jungkook to stir a little.

“J-jimin?” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes fluttering open. Jimin froze in his place, mentally cursing himself for not being gentle enough.

“Shh go back to sleep idiot, ” Jimin mumbled, waiting for his eyes to shut again before picking up the red blacket and putting it over Jungkook.

When he was done, He heard Jungkook mumble a faint “thank you.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, watching as Jungkook snuggled into the blanket like a little kid. For a second he felt himself wanting to coo at how cute Jungkook looked when he was tired. But he quickly remembered he was supposed to hate the other so he dropped that feeling.

“Yea whatever asshole,” Jimin replied. He waited for a few seconds watching jungkook and eventually could not help it. His lips formed a small grin. He was much more peaceful asleep. He watched Jungkook for what felt like a couple minutes until he realized how creepy he was watching Jungkook sleeping and turned around walking back to his room, where he fell asleep under his covers the second his head hit the pillow.

Jimin woke up around noon to a dark room. The lights were shut and the curtains were closed and for a moment he believed he slept through the day all the way till night time until he turned over to check his alarm clock. It was about 1, he skipped breakfast and lunch he noticed when his stomach let out an upset growl. Jimin frowned looking down at his tummy before getting up out of bed and opening the door to his bathroom.

He washed his face with cleanser and brushed his teeth with his cool mint toothpaste that he hated. He was more of a spearmint guy but his mom always bought cool mint toothpaste for every bathroom. It made him want to gag.

Once he finished rinsing his mouth, he used his fingers to brush through his tangled orange hair as he walked out of the bathroom back into his room. His stomach growled again and mentally told it to shut up and that he was going to get food now.

When he entered the living room, he first noticed Jungkook still asleep on the couch. Half his body was dangling off the couch, and he was… naked?

Well not completely, from what Jimin could tell he was still wearing his underwear. He noticed because he could slightly see the Calvin Klein waistband peeking from under the blanket that was only covering Jungkook’s waist down. But his sweatpants and shirt he wore yesterday were now on different sides of the floor. Normally Jimin would shield his eyes when seeing a naked guy except the blanket was still covering parts of Jungkook.

Jimin sighed, grabbing a white couch pillow that fell on the floor and hitting Jungkook’s head with it once lightly but just enough to wake him up. The action caused a raspy groan to leave Jungkook’s throat as he stirred around, laying on his back now instead of his stomach. He pushed the pillow off his face before continuing his slumber.

“Wake up stupid,” Jimin said, picking up another pillow and tossing it at Jungkook’s torso.

“What time is it?” Jungkook mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fists, his voice deeper and raspier and Jimin kinda liked it.
He wanted to hear more of it and he didn’t know why. He was weirdly attracted to it.

“Around 1pm. Do you always sleep naked?” Jimin asked with his eyebrows raised suggestively, looking Jungkook up and down just once.
Jungkook sat up, looking down at his body as he let out a sigh.

“No My clothes come off when im asleep its weird don't question it.”

So Jimin learned something new about Jungkook. Not only did he look like a bunny when he slept but he also randomly gets undressed when he’s asleep.
He found it weird that he had to try so hard to keep his eyes on Jungkook’s face and not on his amazingly toned body. It shouldn’t be that hard not to stare at your moms boyfriend. It kind of bothered Jimin that he felt the need to just peek once but he would not let himself.

Sure, Jungkook was a good looking guy. Jimin acknowledged that but that doesn’t mean he still isn't the guy his mom loves for whatever reason.

He should hate Jungkook. He should never even want to look at the other, wanting to spare his eyes from the reminder that this man is stealing his mother away. He should feel disgusted at the sight of Jungkook. But he wasn’t and he hated so much that he wasn't.

“Anyway I'm hungry. Make something.”

Jungkook sat up and looked up at Jimin through his still very heavy eyelids thinking there was no way this kid demanded him to do something right now.

“Why should I? Can’t you do that yourself?” Jungkook retorted. Jimin could literally hear exhaustion oozing from Jungkook’s words. Jungkook sighed, throwing the blanket off him and standing up on the cold floor, wincing upon contact. He never understood why these floors were always so cold even in the summer.

Jungkook walked past Jimin to the kitchen. His throat was a bit scratchy and he felt beyond weak so he looked for a water bottle in the fridge, moving some things around until he spotted one.

He pulled it out and twisted the cap, turning around to face Jimin followed him to the kitchen as he began to drink the cold water.

Jimin hopped on the counter, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
“Well you wanna be my new step dad right? So come on daddy make me something to eat please.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide at word Jimin didn’t fail to emphasize. He immediately started choking on the water he was drinking, droplets of water flying everywhere as he coughed it all up. After a few seconds of coughing and gasping for air, when he finally regained the ability to breathe, he looked up at Jimin who was muffling his giggles into the palm of his hand like he just saw the funniest thing in the word but would get killed if he laughed about it.

“Never call me that again,” he said, pointing a finger at Jimin with his right hand, pressing his left hand against the counter to support himself.

“Hm, didn't know that word had such an effect on you,” he smiled as if he was the most innocent person in the world, Jungkook could almost see the halo floating about Jimin’s head. How could he have just said that to Jungkook in the calmest way possible?

And Jungkook hated to admit it but yes the word did have an effect on him. But it wasn’t the word. It was Jimin saying the word. It was Jimin and Jungkook would be a liar to say that Jimin did not have an effect on him, cause he did.

Jungkook did not know what effect it was but it was there.

“I.. uh I’ll order pizza or something,” Jungkook said, running to the direction of the stairs, stumbling over his own two feet in the process,earning a snicker from Jimin.
Jungkook,red to the tip of his ears and flustered, ran upstairs leaving Jimin feeling satisfied on the counter.

When Jungkook finally made it into his shared room with Jisoo, he shut the door and locked it. He had not even realized that he was in his boxers during that entire conversation.
He prayed to whatever was beyond the sky that Jimin didn’t notice him growing hard in his boxers after he said that word in that way.

Jungkook looked down and groaned. “You did not seriously get a boner from your girlfriends 16 year old son calling you daddy Jeon Jungkook,” he mumbled to himself, shutting his eyes tightly and looking up at the ceiling feeling like an idiot.

How messed up could he possibly be!? But it wasn’t his fault. It’s not like he can control who turns him on or how he gets turned on.

Well, not like Jimin turned him on.. Just the stupid word. He tried to convince himself of that as he had an internal war in his mind.

“You’re acting like you’re still in highschool pull yourself together Jungkook. He’s just a dumb little kid.” He said to himself, ignoring his half hard on in his boxers and went around the room looking for his phone.

He found it somewhere underneath the teal duvet that was messed up on the bed that he and Jisoo argued in last night. That was partially why Jungkook got no sleep. The two spent every waking minute until Jisoo had to leave, arguing over their current situation. Jungkook remembers sitting on the bed, waiting for his girlfriend to come and sleep next to him but she was too busy throwing clothes into a suitcase while trying to justify every argument Jungkook brought up.

Now here he was, trying to imagine the nastiest things he could, from nosebleeds to vomit and more, all just to get rid of something her son caused.

He felt gross. Gross and wrong all over.

He pushed away all the thoughts and just ordered the damn pizza for Jimin that the guy on the other line said would come in a half hour or so.

In that half hour Jungkook took a quick cold shower and changed into a pair of red basketball shorts and a grey hoodie that read “I Only Answer To God” on it in big red letters extending from his chest down to the end of the hoodie. He hoped that wearing that hoodie would be like cleansing for the soul. Or like repentance for getting turned on by his possibly future stepson.

He put on some socks too to protect him from the cold floor, and then went back downstairs.
As he was making his way downstairs he asked “Hey did the pizza get here?”

His question was answered when he saw Jimin on the couch already at the crust of what looked like the second slice based on what was left in the box. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, turning his head to look at the clock on the wall.

He was surprised to see that what he thought was only a short shower was actually much longer.

“huh.. I gotta work on my timing.” Jungkook mumbled to himself, walking over to the couch and grabbing a slice for himself.

Jimin looked at his wet hair then down to his hoodie, snorting when he read over the words.

“You only answer to God? Funny I have pretty much the same hoodie. Except mine says Fuck Me on it.”

“Yea.. I remember.”

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Day 2 Without Jisoo

“Don’t think just because i’m not insulting you every 5 seconds I don’t hate you. I still hate you,” Jimin said, grabbing a shirt out of the blue laundry basket and beginning to fold it how his mom taught him to when he was 11.

“You don’t hate me,” Jungkook answered back, placing the pair of shorts he just folded onto the other pairs of shorts he folded before.

The two were in the living room, folding laundry together on one of the couches, bickering. Jungkook kept pointing out how Jimin was starting to warm up to him but Jimin kept defending himself saying he was not warming up to him, he just didn't think Jungkook was worth his time.

Jungkook on the other hand kept throwing back the same response. That Jimin didn’t hate him but he didn’t explain why he thought that way.
Until Jimin asked.

“I can see through you Jimin. You don’t hate me you hate the idea of me. You hate that your mom is dating another guy. You feel like she’s betraying your dad’s memory by doing so,” Jimin’s confident grin wavered as Jungkook spoke, like Jungkook was hitting all the targets and Jimin didn’t like that.

“You hate that Your mom moved on. You hate the idea of your mom having a boyfriend not me in general. It could have been any other guy and you’d hate them. On the first day, I really thought you hated me but after a week of ignoring me I think you warmed up to me quickly because you saw that I was not what you typically expected I’d be like. And I actually think if the two of us were under different circumstances.. If you were a bit older say maybe in college and I wasn’t dating your mom I think we’d actually be good friends.”

Jimin was speechless. He did not know how to respond to that because Jungkook was right and Jimin hated that Jungkook was right. Jimin didn’t actually hate Jungkook he only hated that he was his moms boyfriend. And he did believe they could actually be friends under different circumstances. He hated that Jungkook was right. He hated that Jungkook was able to read him so easily like an open book because no one else he’s ever met besides his father knew how to do that.

Not even his mom.

He finished folding the last item in the basket before looking up at Jungkook who turned his head to look at Jimin only a second after.

“And you know what I think about you?”

“Enlighten me Carrot Top.”

A couple days ago, Jungkook told Jimin the full story of how he and Jisoo became a couple. Not just the rundown but the full story. How Jungkook was in the passenger seat of the car, how his older brother was driving it and a car hit through the drivers side, how his injuries weren’t as severe as his brothers. He mentioned how his brother died on the way to the hospital and how Jisoo save him. And since then Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why Jungkook was really with Jisoo.

Until just now when he finally figured it out in his mind.
Jimin looked back and forth between Jungkook’s eyes, taking a deep breath before beginning to speak.

“I think you don’t love my mom. I think you were grateful to her because she saved your life. She was your regular doctor during your hospital stay and though you were recovering, you were depressed over the loss of your brother. My mother probably tried to comfort you and You and her probably bonded over both of you having lost someone you loved deeply. You two became friends. You were alone and in need of comfort but you had no one to offer it to you. And for a while, she gave you the comfort you were seeking while you were friends. So you asked her out. Knowing my mother she probably refused, saying it wasn’t a good idea, and knowing whatever I know of you, you were persistent.”

Jimin cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from Jungkook who stared at him in disbelief.

“ She agreed and you two hit it off really well at first. You moved in regardless of her dead husband and 16 year old son because you still craved that comfort that you believed only she could give to you. You convinced yourself you loved her when you didn’t. You were just lonely. And somewhere along the way you realized that your love was a lie. But you stay with her hoping the feeling will come back. She doesn’t make it easy though because she’s never around but you still have hope. That’s what I think.”

Jungkook was truly shocked. He really underestimated Jimin and his ability to read him like an open book. But he was just as right about Jungkook as Jungkook was right about him.

Jungkook pursed his lips, choosing not to reply to that which made Jimin know he was right. Jungkook didn’t want to admit it. He couldn’t tell his girlfriend's son that he didn’t love his mother.
What kind of guy would that make him?

“In fact.. what are you even doing here? Your 23 years old! You’re waiting for your acceptance letter to grad school, you’re young and attractive and could probably get any girl or guy you want. A guy like you should be out partying and hooking up with random people, not folding laundry in your 32 year old girlfriends house with her son. Your girlfriends away for 10 days. Go party go live and have fun.”

Jungkook chuckled at that, piling the folded clothes back into the basket. When he was done he picked up the basket from both sides and turned to face Jimin who sat down on the couch.

He grinned at the younger boy before replying.

“Well I could do that. But then who’d be here looking after you?”

Jimin’s heart fluttered just for a second, affection spreading around the inside of him. Before Jimin could reply to that, Jungkook walked upstairs, carrying the basket, leaving Jimin in the living room alone to think about what this funny feeling in his stomach was.

Were these…
Were these butterflies he was feeling?

“Hey Jisoo. Just me leaving a message.. again. I miss you. You haven’t replied to my texts or answered my calls. We haven’t spoken since you left at the airport and Im getting worried. Please call me okay? I love you..”

Jungkook hung up the phone after finishing his 9th voicemail to Jisoo. He was sitting at the dining table at 11pm at night waiting for a phone call or anything that would tell him that Jisoo made it there safely but he got nothing. He put his phone down on the table, rubbing his forehead.

Why did this relationship have to be so stressful? He thought long and hard about what he was doing, about what Jimin said a few hours ago. And Jimin was right. What was he thinking dating a woman with so much baggage? Not even that but what was he thinking dating a woman 9 years older than him?
He felt like an idiot.

He felt like he couldn’t take on this role yet. He wasn’t ready to be an adult despite his age being 23. He wasn’t ready to possibly get married with an absent woman and have a 16 year old stepson.

He thought about the worst that could happen if he broke up with Jisoo. And he came up with nothing bad. He could finally go out with Namjoon and Jin to clubs and drink and not have To come home to Jisoo who examined his Blood Alcohol Level to make sure he wasn’t driving while intoxicated. He wanted live in his old apartment again and watch gaming videos with a large bowl of popcorn, not fold laundry and mop the floors.

If he broke up with Jisoo, he’d be free. Free from all this responsibility he was not ready for.

But if he broke up with her, He probably wouldn’t be able to see Jimin again. And Jungkook truly grew fond of the boy already. He grew slightly attached in only three weeks of knowing him and truth be told, Jimin was probably the only person keeping him still here.

Speaking of the devil, Jimin walked out of his room, the sound of the door shutting startled Jungkook out of his thoughts.

He turned his head to Jimin who was already in the kitchen, grabbing a cup from one of the drawers.

“Hey..” Jungkook said.

Jimin turned around, not even noticing Jungkook there when he walked in.
“Oh hey..” he replied, walking over to the fridge where he pressed on the water filter, filling his cup.

“Um did you talk to your mom since she left?”

Jimin took a short sip of water from his cup before walking over the the dining table, sitting in the chair next to Jungkook.
He could tell Jungkook was worried and he knew he left his mother a million messages. He could hear them from his room which was the only room downstairs. Truthfully he felt sorry for Jungkook. His mother was a complicated woman, it definitely isn’t easy.

“Yea she texted me an hour ago to say goodnight.. did you?”
This piece of information made Jungkook mad. He felt the anger boiling up inside of him, wanting to scream at the top of his lungs at how mad he was.
He was mad that he’s been sending her a thousand messages, calling a hundred times worried beyond human capability and she was able to text Jimin but not her worried to death boyfriend?

“Hyung? Hey why do you look so mad?”Jimin asked, putting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder to gain his attention and hopefully calm him down because Jungkook was red like a ripe tomato.

“Give me your phone..”
Jimin did as he was told, pulling his phone of his his hoodie pocket and handing it to Jungkook still confused as to what he was going to do.
Jungkook pressed a number he recognized to be Jisoos and put the call on speaker, placing the phone on the table next to his.

After a few rings, she picked up.
“Jiminnie? It’s late why aren’t you in bed?”

Jungkook stared at the phone in disbelief, a scoff leaving his throat.

“So you can pick up the phone when it’s Jimin calling but won’t even send a text to your boyfriend who has been worried sick about you for two days.”

Jungkook could hear her being in shock on the other side of the phone and that's when it clicked for Jimin. His mom hadn’t even bothered to talk to Jungkook since she left. And for the first time in his life he felt disgusted with his mother and her childish attitude.
He gulped, afraid of what his mother would say or how this conversation would go.

“J-Jungkook-“

“Yea Jungkook. Remember me? Or are all the chemicals you’re breathing giving you memory loss?”

“Honey calm down I'm sorry I didn’t call you or answer your texts you have to understand.”

Jungkook picked up Jimin’s phone and stood up, leaving the dining room table and moving the couch. He didn’t sit down though, Jimin figured he stood up because he couldn’t be seated during this conversation. He still left the phone on speaker though. Jimin turned around, watching Jungkook increasingly get angrier.

“Understand what huh? You had me so fucking worried about you do you realize that? Do you even care? And don’t give me that ‘I was busy’ bullshit because you clearly aren’t busy enough if you were able to pick up this call but not send me at least a single text to let me know you’re okay!”

“J-Jungkook I thought that after our fight you wouldn’t want to talk to me.”

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Oh yea because the 100 calls and 1000 text messages I sent you gave you the impression that I didn’t want to talk to you. You know what Jisoo.. I can’t fucking do this. When you wake up one day and remember you have a boyfriend whose worrying about you, give him a call.” And with that, he hung up the phone before she could respond, tossing it on the couch.

He pulled his hair roughly, eyes shut tight as he tried to calm himself down. But he couldn’t. He was so unbelievably angry and he felt like a fool. The anger was winning, taking over him until he needed to let it out, turning around and punching the wall hard.

Jimin jumped in surprise and fear, eyes widening slightly and Jungkook’s rough punch to the wall. He had never seen Jungkook so angry and so broken and truth be told.. he was scared.

But he got up anyway, warily taking steps towards Jungkook who was still pressed against the wall.

“K-kook?” He mumbled, stopping at a safe distance from Jungkook, wrapping his arms around himself for comfort.
Jungkook turned his head, eyes catching Jimin who had fear scribbled across his face. His expression softened, eyes shutting in disappointment. He hated that he scared Jimin cause he acted out in aggression.

“S-sorry.. I”

“No i-its okay.. you’re um bleeding on your knuckles,” Jimin said pointing at the hand Jungkook used to violently punch a dent into the wall.

Jungkook lifted his hand, staring at it blankly, his mouth parted slightly. He didn’t even realize that he was bleeding like Jimin said, a few scratches littering his knuckles.
He couldn’t stop staring at his knuckles. It had been so long since he lost his temper that way and he became lost in his thoughts again.

Jimin stared at him, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin. He felt like this was the first time he was really seeing Jungkook. The raw side of Jungkook, not the sarcastic facade he put up around Jimin. But the Jungkook who gets hurt and angry. The Jungkook who crumbles like people do. Not the Jungkook who pretended like everything was okay.

And it hurt him. Jungkook’s pain hurt him too. It was the first time he ever felt the pain of someone else because he could relate. Jisoo was never there for him either. Her job was her main focus. It came before anything. And it sucked. He understood what Jungkook was feeling.

Jimin grabbed Jungkook by the center of his shirt and pulled him to the dining room, sitting him back down on the chair he was on before.

“There's a first aid kit under the sink, wait here.”

Jimin walked quickly to the kitchen, bending down in front of the cabinet under the sink which he opened and scanned inside for the white box with a red plus sign.

He found it somewhere behind all the different kind of cleaning supplies. It wad hiding behind the Counter spray, glass spray, and all that.
The orange haired boy moved all those items away and reached for the first aid kit, pulling it out then shutting the doors.

He brought it back to Jungkook who kept his head down, staring at his lap still lost in thought. Jimin placed the first aid kit next to Jungkook on the table, opening it and pulling out rubbing alcohol, gauge, bandaids and a wrap before shutting the first aid kit and pushing it aside. Jimin hesitantly and gently grabbed Jungkook’s busted hand causing Jungkook to wince in pain.

“Im so sorry..” Jimin said quickly but Jungkook just shook his head, telling Jimin to continue.

The younger boy cleaned off the blood with the rubbing alcohol and gauge, winces coming from Jungkook’s mouth. The alcohol really burned his wounds more than he expected them to.

Jimin apologized each time.

When he was done with that, he opened a few bandaid that were decorated with collages of pikachu making different facial expressions. When Jungkook saw them he smiled, a small sound emitted from him, grabbing Jimin's attention.

“I picked them out a-a long time ago.. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s cute..” Jimin blushed, looking back down at Jungkook’s hand and continued to press bandaids carefully on the disinfected scratches.

Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at Jimin as he bandaged him up. He looked so focused, eyes set on only his subject in front of him. His tongue even peaked out a little from the corner of his mouth. Jungkook found himself grinning at how adorable Jimin was.

“There.. all done,” Jimin said when he finished wrapping Jungkook’s knuckles. Jungkook lifted his hand a little to look at it and let out a sigh after he decided he didn’t wanna examine it for too long.

“Thanks Jimin. I’m sorry for that. I normally am able to control my temper and I’m sorry about the fight with your mom.”

“Honestly from what I heard, you have nothing to apologize for. I’d hate being in your position Hyung. I’m disappointed in her but I can’t say Im surprised. I used to experience the same things before I went to boarding school. Eomma didn’t call me for days. Her job always came first.”

Jungkook nodded, feeling bad for Jimin having a childhood with an absent mother. It must have been even harder for him after his father died. He remembered Jimin saying his mom spent even more hours away from home after that.

“Well with your skills,” Jungkook said, lifting his hand and using a tone of voice suggesting he was impressed. “You could be a doctor like your mom.”

Jimin scoffed, shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t want to be. I never want to be like her. Stuck in the hospital like it’s my life. I told you the first morning that I liked to dance. I actually want to be a dancer. Hoseok and I have this dream of opening up our own dance studio in Seoul. That’s what I want to do.”

Jungkook didn’t know what it was about the way Jimin said that that gave him the impression that Jimin didnt believe in himself. Something in his tone, or maybe is was the frown on his face told him that Jimin believed he wouldn’t accomplish his goals or live out his dreams.

But Jungkook believed he would. It was kids like Jimin who were strong enough to do so.
Jungkook knows because he was the exact opposite. He wasn’t strong enough to live out his dreams.

He’s waiting for a letter from all the law schools he applied to but truth be told he didn’t even want to go to law school. He never wanted that for himself.

“You’ll do it Jimin. I believe in you.”

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Day 3 without Jisoo

Jimin was at a cafe shop with Taehyung who took a train ride from Daegu to see Jimin. Taehyung didn't mind the two hour train ride. If it meant he could spend time with Jimin and not on his grandparents farm, he was more than willing to take the stupid train.

It was 10am and Jimin wanted breakfast so he and Taehyung found a cute cafe around the mall by Jimin’s house and went in. Jimin’s never been in that cafe before but it was a cute place. The walls were painted a mint green with a pink, light up neon sign on one of the walls that read

“Never give up on love”

In script letters.

It was small and there weren’t many people in it, but maybe that’s why he chose it. It was cozy and quiet and a good place to talk to his best friend.
He could tell Taehyung also liked it by how many snapchats he took of the place.

“Then I helped him bandage his hand and we both went to sleep. But Tae I felt so bad for him. He was really hurt. My mom did that to him and I know how it feels. I remember feeling the same way. I hate that someone else has to feel that pain.”

He frowned, folding the corners of the pink sugar packet he took from the little container containing sugar and splenda packets.

“Yea but think about it this way. Jungkook and your mom will probably break up and then you got what you wanted right? Moms boyfriend is out of the picture just like how you wanted,” Taehyung said taking a bite out of his cookie that he received before all the breakfast and drinks they ordered came.

Jimin frowned at Taehyung's words. 3 weeks ago if someone were to tell Jimin that, he’d probably be ecstatic. But today it wasn’t the same. Now it hurt him knowing he could potentially lose Jungkook being around over one fight. He wasn’t particularly happy about that because he did like Jungkook.

More than he expected he would and more that he’d like to admit. The thought of Jungkook being gone and out of his life kind of stung.
And the realization that with his mothers and Jungkook’s current relationship issues it could possibly happen felt like someone was spilling arsenic down his throat.

He should be happy. Why wasn’t he happy about it?

Taehyung could tell Jimin was struggling internally, he seemed so distant. Like his body was here but he wasn’t.

“Unless that isn’t what you want…” he put his cookie down on the pink napkin and dusted the crumbs off his fingertips, keeping his eyes on Jimin the entire time as he tried to study the orange haired boy.

“I don’t know. Jungkook gets me. He can see through me. Read me like i'm the easiest book to read. And at first it made me uncomfortable but then it made me feel..heard? It was nice knowing someone understood me without me having to explain myself. And he’s nice. I wouldn’t mind having him.. as a step dad I guess. But he doesn’t love my mom I know it.” Jimin sighed, putting the pink sugar packet on the table, looking up at the blonde haired waiter who approached them with their food and drinks.

Jimin got an iced latte and Tae a caramel macchiato, and one plate of jumbo chocolate pancakes that they were going to share.

He smiled when he saw the chocolate chip pancakes, it reminding him of when Jungkook made him pancakes and asked if he liked chocolate chips.

When the waiter left, Jimin continued what he was saying.

“I can see it in his eyes, the love died prematurely. It was a short love story Tae a really short one. And I don’t blame him. My mom is a complicated woman. She isn’t easy to love, as sweet as she is. She puts work before her own child and boyfriend, she’s never home. Even when she’s not supposed to be working she loiters around the hospital like it’s her home. So I don't blame him.”

He took a sip from the straw of his drink, looking down at it when he was done seeing the level of the coffee decrease.

“Taehyung be honest. Is it wrong that I feel more sorry for Jungkook than my mother?”

Taehyung thought about it for a second before shaking his head a little. He lifted his long fingers to push his brown hair away from his eyes so he could see Jimin clearly while he spoke to him.

“I don’t think so. Just cause she’s your mother doesn’t mean you have to agree with what she does or how she handles things. But I think your mom and Jungkook will work things out.”

But that was the thing right there.
He didn’t care if they worked out or not. He just didn’t want Jungkook to leave. He made a friend out of Jungkook, someone he was planning to hate forever.

And he made a friend out of him quickly. Because Jungkook was not easy to hate. Jimin didn’t think he ever really hated Jungkook at all. Like Jungkook said, any guy coukd have been with his mother and he wouldn’t be happy about it because the idea of his mother having a boyfriend bothered him.

But Again like Jungkook said, if they were under different circumstances they could be friends.

They didn’t stay at the cafe long, Taehyung wanted to go visit some of his friends in Busan then he said he’d come back to hang out with Jimin. Which Jimin didn’t mind, he actually wanted to go being breakfast to Jungkook. Well at least a cup of coffee because that’s all he had money for at that moment.

Taehyung walked him back to his house, giving him a hug and waiting for Jimin to get inside before he left.

Jimin was grateful for Taehyung he really was. Taehyung being silly and all over the place was only one part of him people saw the most. But Taehyung was loving, caring over all his friends, and he gave really good advice.

He hoped he’d come back later to say bye to him before he went back to Daegu.

“Jungkook?” Jimin yelled, closing the door behind himself. He looked around, and Jungkook was no where to be seen and the house was so quiet he could probably hear it if a pin dropped on the floor.

Did he leave?

Jimin frowned, flicking off his red sneakers to the side of the door before walking around the house to look for Jungkook or at least a sign that he left. When he realized that Jungkook was no where to be seen, he gave up and moved to the kitchen.

He placed the coffee cup on the counter and let out a sigh while looking down at it.
Suddenly he heard a splash coming from his backyard.

“Did something fall into the pool?” He asked himself, leaving the coffee to head to the back door and check.

He opened the back door and stepped outside to check on the pool but nothing fell in it. It was just Jungkook swimming. What was he doing swimming in the cold at 11 in the morning? Jimin chuckled thinking gosh Jungkook was so weird. He was currently underwater, heading from the center of the square shaped pool to the end of it. When they bought the house, they bought it from swimmers who built this pool to practice doing laps in their backyard.

Jimin never really used the pool. Mainly because he didn’t like to swim and chlorine was bad for his hair color.

When Jungkook rose from under water, Jimin’s whole body stiffened. His eyes moved down to Jungkook’s body, water droplets cascading down his 6 pack and the gay in Jimin was screetching. He shifted uncomfortably, forcing his eyes away even though he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay staring at Jungkook because he surely was a sight.

But Jungkook was his mom’s boyfriend and what kind of sick son would he be to check his moms boyfriend out? Again.. he blamed Hoseok and Taehyung for placing the “Eye Candy” glasses over his eyes because after that, he constantly saw Jungkook as attractive eye candy that he has to hold himself back from.

“Swimming in this weather is gonna get you sick..” Jimin said, raising his voice a little so Jungkook could hear him from the other side of the pool.

Jungkook turned his head, smiling upon seeing Jimin. He looked cute today, his cheeks were slightly chubbier than usual and his face was pinker than usual probably due to the cold. His orange hair was brushed over his forehead reaching his eyes and he was wearing an oversized grey sweater that reached midthigh of his black jeans.

“it’s not that cold,” Jungkook replied, holding onto the medal bars as he pulled himself out of the pool.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck Jimin didn’t realize it would be so hard not to stare at Jungkook but it felt like there was a hand around his throat, squeezing hard everytime he turned away.

Jimin kept his eyes to the ground as Jungkook walked closer, grabbing the grey towel that sat on the pool chair on the way to Jimin.

He stood in front of Jimin in only a few seconds but Jimin had to look down to see Jungkook because he was elevated on the third stair that lead to the door and Jungkook was still on the ground. He began to dry himself off with the towel

how did he expect Jimin to be calm? Was the universe playing some kind of game with Jimin?

“Uh.. I brought you back coffee..” Jimin said.

“Oh? What kind?”

Jimin awkwardly fiddled with the hem of his sweater as he avoided eye contact with Jungkook who unlike Him, kept his eyes on Jimin the entire time. It felt like his eyes were burning holes through Jimin’s skin.

“I remember you asking my mom to bring you an iced americano? So I got you one I hope thats okay.”

“Aw how thoughtful of you.” Jungkook walked up the stairs until he was beside Jimin on the third step. Jimin gulped, turning his head to look up at Jungkook who looked back down at him with a grin.

“Thanks Carrot Top,” Jungkook said, ruffling Jimin’s hair before stepping past him to get inside.
Jimin bit his bottom lip, following Jungkook inside and shutting the door after himself.

When he turned around he saw that Jungkook was already sipping on the drink, the towel hung over his left shoulder.

“So hows your hand?” Jimin asked, hopping onto the counter Jungkook was standing in front of. Jungkook lifted his hand that was still wrapped and began opening and closing his fist to examine.

“Fine I guess. Thanks to you and this amazing waterproof wrap.” Jungkook smiled but not enough to reach his eyes. For some reason Jungkook was giving Jimin a weird feeling in his stomach and Jimin didn’t like it. He never felt it before and he felt like it was wrong. Like that feeling shouldn’t be there.

He noticed water droplets were still sliding down his body coming from his still very damp hair and he felt like he was being suffocated. He literally could not stay there any longer.

“Yea.. Im gonna go.. do something.”

“Like what?” Jungkook asked, a small chuckle leaving his throat.

“Um I don’t know just something.”

He left quickly, slamming his door shut and locking it. He could not be in the presence of shirtless Jungkook anymore. Never again, he decided.

He needed to get Jungkook out of his system. He needed to get this stupid feeling out of him and he figured there was only one way how.

Sex.

He looked up the phone number of the restaurant he went to a few days ago where he met Minho. He hesitated but decided he had to man up and go for it.

So he pressed call and put the phone on speaker. It rang a few times, Jimin nibbling on his thumb anxiously as he paced around the room awaiting a voice on the other line. What if this was a bad idea? What if Minho didn’t remember him or didn’t want him? What then? He’d look like an idiot. He’d never be able to step foot in that restaurant ever again.

Finally someone picked up.
“Prime Menu how are you doing today?” A male voice said. It was recognizable but not so much on the phone.

“Um.. Is Minho working today?”

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds and it made Jimin even more nervous.

“This is him speaking.. who is this?”

“Jimin.. I don’t know if you remember me from the other night..”

“I remember you cutie how could I forget?”

Jimin felt heat rise to his cheeks when Minho called him cute. It had an effect on him but for some reason it wasn’t the same effect like on the first night he met Minho. It was different. He just couldn’t figure out why.

“I was wondering if maybe after your shift we could continue where we left off..”

He heard the other chuckle on the other side and for a second he thought he was gonna get rejected. He even contemplated hanging up before Minho could respond but decided against it because then he’d seem like an even bigger idiot.

“Meet me here at 4. See you then cutie.”

Chapter Text

“Where are you sneaking off to?” Jungkook asked, walking down the stairs after noticing Jimin practically tippy toeing to the door.
Jimin shut his eyes tightly, mentally cursing himself for getting caught sneaking.

He turned around and tried to think of an excuse as to where he could be going, watching as Jungkook walked up to him with his eyebrows raised and hands on his hims, expecting an answer.

Jimin knew if he told Jungkook that he was going to meet with Minho that Jungkook would not let him leave. But he just needed to get Jungkook and his stupid heavenly body out of his mind and the only way he could do that is if he met with someone he knew was equally attractive and would get Jungkook off his mind for sure.

He believed that maybe the only reason he’s attracted to Jungkook is because he was having major sex withdrawals and was just extremely horny. That was he only possible reason he could be attracted to Jungkook right?

“N-nowhere..”

“Clearly you’re going somewhere if you’re dressed and walking to the door,” Jungkook said skeptically, pointing at Jimin’s outfit which truthfully wasn’t that spectacular, just a sweater and jeans but that was hardly the point. He tilted his head slightly, finding it amusing how bad of a liar Jimin was. Funny cause his mother was the opposite. Jisoo was an incredible liar, one of the things Jungkook hated most about her.

“Well I am going somewhere b-but no where that special. Just out.. with Hoseok..” he said, pursing his lips and nodding like it was the total truth when it was completely far from the truth.

“Out with Hoseok huh?” Jungkook repeated earning a nod that was a little too enthusiastic from Jimin, almost as if Jimin was trying really hard to convince him. He studied Jimin a little longer before shrugging casually. He decided to just let Jimin be a teen and lie to adults like teens do, like he used to do.

He trusted Jimin to make good choices and he knew Jimin wouldn’t betray his trust.

“Just be careful okay.. and be back before I go to bed or uh you’re grounded.. or whatever”

Jimin giggled at how Jungkook tried to be serious. As if Jungkook was going to ground him. Just a few days ago Jungkook was pouring him alcohol if he remembered correctly and he was supposed to take Jungkook seriously?

“Okay.. see ya later.”

Jimin took an uber to the restaurant called Prime Menu. He was kind of nervous, never really have been with a guy so much older than him. The oldest guy he’s been with was a 19 year old when he first lost his virginity at the tender age of 15. Well actually had just turned 15 and decided he wanted to lose his virginity on his birthday and he did as cliche as it sounds. It was his first year in boarding school and they snuck off campus, they being he and his friends of course. They went to a college party and Jimin got his first dick up his ass that was the start of many to come.

He didn’t even know how old Minho was but he could tell Minho was definitely not in highschool anymore. Not with that face or body.
Or height for that matter. He was just about 4 inches taller than Jimin, towering over him. Jimin was slightly intimidated by it but he also found it hot.

He stepped out of the uber when he reached the restaurant, thanking the driver and shutting the car door. Jimin walked over to the window of the restaurant, spotting Minho who was inside by the counter, untying his black apron. Jimin checked the time on his phone wondering if maybe he came at the wrong time, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was only 4:03.

He looked back up through the window, gulping when he saw that Minho wa sstaring back at him with a smirk, placing his apron down in the counter. Jimin broke the stare first, looking down at his shoes, a shade of pink spreading on his cheeks.

What made Jimin so desirable by doms wasn’t him being a slut. Because he wasn’t a slut. Well at least he didn’t act like one. What made his desirable was how small he was, how shy he was. How he wore clothes too big for his tiny body. How easily red he turned and how high pitches his voice was. The loved how starry his eyes were, how bubbly he was and even how cute he was when he was mad.

Thats what made him desirable. Yea Jimin had a but of a temper when things didn’t go his way. Yea he made good insults and could be vicious if he wanted to be. But everything that made him cute trumped all of that.

He heard the door open which instinctively made him turn his head to see Minho walking towards him.

“I didn’t think you would come back truthfully,” He said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black work slacks.
He looked so good in that fitted red button down. Jimin weirdly had a thing for button downs.
He couldn’t wait for it to come off though.

“Your boyfriend won’t get mad about you being here for me?” Minho asked, raising his left eyebrow. Funny Minho mentioned Jungkook because the only reasom Jimin even care here was to get Jungkook out of him.

“He’s not my boyfriend.. I don’t date.” Jimin replied, looking up from his shoes to Minho who had to bend his head down to look at Jimin. Jimin hated how short he was. It was so embarrassing having people look down for him.

“Oh yea? Then what do you do?”

“You can find out yourself if you take me somewhere where I can show you,” The orange haired boy said, biting his bottom lip suggestively and giving Minho bedroom eyes. Minho liked the sound of that, looking Jimin up and down, mentally undressing him for a second before deciding he’d take Jimin up on his offer.

“Let’s get going then,” He grabbed Jimin by his hand and began walking Jimin to his apartment which was kinda far not really? Maybe a 30 minute walk but Jimin didn’t mind.

In those 30 minutes the two got to know a lot about each other. For example, Jimin found out that Minho was almost 21 years old so he wasn’t event that much older than him and that he was in college studying business. But he really loved to sing. He also didn’t mind Jimin being 16, almost 17. He thought it was cute and said that as long as Jimin was fine with it then he was too.

The walk with Minho was actually pretty nice. It wasn’t awkward like Jimin expected it to be. And it made time fly. Within no time they were already in front of Minhos apartment door, the older male twisting his keys into the lock and pushing the door open.

“After you,” He said, motioning for Jimin to go in first. When Jimin stepped into Minho’s apartment he took a few seconds to really study the place. The place was small, just the right size for one person. His walls were an eggshell white kinda color, contrast the the black couch that was pushed against the wall in front of the really small TV. There was also a balcony from what Jimin could see outaide the window.

“Want anything to Drink Jimin?”
Minho asked, pulling Jimin’s attenion towards him.
He turned around seeing Minho point towards the kitchen. Jimin shook his head, thanking him for offering.

“So.. It’s kinda early for sex huh? The sun is still out,” Minho said walking towards Jimin, tilting his his towards the window where the light from the sun came through, lighting up the room.

“I didn’t know there was a specific time to have sex,” Jimin chuckled.

“Well there isn’t but usually younger guys I’ve been with prefered to wait for the night.”
Minho placed his hands on both of Jimin’s hips, Pulling him closer until they’re chests touched each others. Jimin’s lips were pulled up in a grin as he wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck, looking up at him with a look that screamed “lets fuck.”

“I’m not like your usual younger guys, hyung,” his lips brushed over Minho’s hoping to tease a little but Minho didn’t allow him that satisfaction. With the palm of his hand pressed against Jimin’s nape, he pushed their heads even closer so their lips met in an immediately heated kiss.

Kissing Minho was exhilarating. He was definitely an experienced kisser and Jimin found it hard to keep up especially with the quick pace. It wasn't like his usual kisses that were normally eased into. And it definitely was not like the first kiss they shared a few days ago.

Jimin’s head was spinning and he couldn’t really think properly, only focusing on Minho’s tongue in his mouth, exploring every inch of space.

The stayed like that kissing roughly for a little until Minho’s hands began to roam Jimin’s body.
The younger gasped upon feeling an unexpected squeeze coming from Minho’s large hands on his ass but he didn’t complain, he loved it and he wasn’t ashamed about it.

Jimin moved his hands from around Minho’s neck to his chest, carefully pushing Taller to the couch, throwing his leg over Minho’s lap and straddling him when he sat down on the corner.

“Fuck Jimin you’re so hot,” Minho mumbled pushing Jimin’s head to the right just enough to give him full access to the younger boys neck. He began trailing wet kissing down Jimin’s neck until he found a place his lips were comfortable at and began to suck on his pale skin, hoping to bring more color to it. Jimin shut his eyes tightly, letting out soft sounds as Minho worked his lips around his skin until he left a big purple mark.

Minho pulled his lips away, examining the purple splotch in satisfaction.

“I wanna mark you everywhere princess.”
He said as he pulled Jimin’s sweater above his head, throwing it across the room leaving Jimin shirtless. Minho let out a small groan upon seeing how small and perfect Jimin was. He could not wait to have all of him.

He licked his thumb before pressed it onto one of Jimin’s erect nipples, rubbing it hard and quick causing moans to leave Jimin’s mouth one after the other.

“Wanna make you scream. Would you like that Jimin? Want me to make you scream so everyone in the building can hear you getting fucked so good?”

Jimin nodding quickly letting out a desperate whine while keeping his eyes shut, listening to his voice saying things like that to him making him want more.

For a second he wondered how Jungkook would talk to him if they had sex. He wondered if he would be rough or gentle. If he kissed quickly like Minho or slowly. And for a split second, literally a short moment, with his eyes shut tightly Jimin imagined it being Jungkook with his hands on his ass, talking to him that way and leaving marks on his skin.

And as much as his brain kept telling him to stop thinking of Jungkook his heart wouldn’t listen. His whole body wanted to pretend it was Jungkook and Jimin didn’t know why or how to stop it.

“Fuck me..” He whimpered, opening his eyes to remind himself that he was begging for Minho. Not Jungkook and never Jungkook.

Minho didn’t even hesitate, immediately lifting Jimin and throwing him down on the couch, crawling on top of the smaller boy who was finding it hard to breathe under Minho.

“You might not be able to walk for a few days Jiminnie.”

He was not kidding when he said Jimin would not be able to walk. Minho fucked him hard, harder than anyone has ever fucked him. And his ass hurt. When he sat in the uber he had to hold back a wince which was harder than he thought because his legs were sore, ass still burning from the hard spanks he received.

His lips were still swollen, hickey painfully visible and hair all tangled, sticking out from every direction. He looked incredibly fucked out and it was only 7pm. They went at it for so long, Jimin begging Minho for more because he refused to stop until Jungkook was fucked out of his system. But it didn’t help because the more Minho thrusted into him, the more he wondered if Jungkook would do better.

The entire uber ride, he stared out of the window thinking about what kind of sick kid he was. He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry in his room and forget Jungkook existed. There was no way, no fucking way he thought about Jungkook while having sex with another guy.

Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook who was a 23 year old university student, 6 years older than him. Jungkook who was dating his mother, who could potentially be his stepdad one day.

He’s never felt so gross in his life.
He couldn’t ignore the inevitable which was seeing Jungkook every day until he went back to boarding school. And then having to see him again for New years, Christmas, and all the other holidays which he had breaks for.

Jimin was attracted to Jungkook. And he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do about it.

When he got home he tried knocking a couple times but there was no answer. Even when he tried again, still no one answered. He frowned, reaching for the doorknob, twisting it all while being surprised that the door was open. He stepped into the house hearing laughs coming from the dining room.

But it wasn’t just Jungkook's laugh. It was his laugh mixed in with with other people. He could see them. One of them had black hair and the other had brown. They were all too busy laughing about a video on Jungkook’s phone they didn’t realize Jimin was standing at the door.

Jimin wondered for a second if he could slip past them quickly.

Maybe he could get past Jungkook and whoever else was in the dining room with him without being noticed so he could make himself look a little less fucked out so Jungkook wouldn’t suspect anything.

He turned around and slowly began to shut the front door so it would close quietly. But it didn’t. It still closed loud enough to grab the three males attention.

Jimin winced, cursing himself for being such an idiot, not even able to close the door quietly.

“Jimin?” Jungkook said, pausing the video on his phone. All their heads turned to Jimin who got caught sneaking back in. He felt kind of lame for having to sneak into his own house at just 7pm but with the way he guessed he looked like, it shouldn’t come off as such a surprise that he wouldn’t want someone to see him.

Especially not the guy who he was visualizing during sex with another male.
Jimin turned around, looking down at the floor. He was embarrassed to look up, afraid of the judgemental faces he’d get from Jungkook and his friends.

Jungkook tilted his head in confusion, wondering why Jimin was acting so weird. Then his eyes landed on Jimin’s neck, seeing the big hickey that was definitely fresh. There were a few smaller ones littered across Jimin's collarbones. Jungkook’s confused expression turned into a disappointed one.

“Hi um I’m gonna go take a shower..” Jimin said in a rushed tone, turning around and running into his room, leaving Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin confused and surprised.

“If that's Jisoo’s son..Kook he looked fucked out,” Jin said quietly, unsure if these walls were thin and afraid that if they were Jimin would hear.
Namjoon nodded his head, agreeing with Jin who stated the obvious to Jungkook.

He knew what it looked like.
And he didn’t appreciate Jimin lying to him about his whereabouts.
He excused himself from his friends and quickly walked to Jimin’s door, opening it. For a kid who was so worried about sneaking into the house, Jungkook was surprised that Jimin didn’t even bother to lock his bedroom door. Jimin jumped back in surprise, eyes widening upon seeing Jungkook in his room while he was shirtless.

He quickly grabbed the his sweater on his bed, covering his hickey covered body with it to hide it from Jungkook.

“Don’t you knock!?”
Jimin yelled as Jungkook shut the door.

“Don’t give me that,” Jungkook scoffed, taking a few rushed steps closer to Jimin who took some steps back.
“So is Hoseok another fuckbuddy of yours or did you completely lie to me about where you were going?” Jungkook spat, his voice a little louder and rougher than normal causing Jimin to flinch and jump back instinctively.

“H-he’s not.”

“So you lied then. I mean surely you must have, you’re covered in hickeys and if Hoseok didn’t give them to you then you weren’t with him so not only did you lie to me about who you were with but where you were too!”

Jungkook knew Jimin was lying about where he was going. But he thought that maybe he was going out with some other people or something. A menial lie. He didn’t expect Jimin to stroll back into the house looking like that and thats what angered him. He trusted Jimin to make good choices.

“Why do you even care!?” Jimin yelled back trying to match his tone of voice to Jungkook’s.
Why did Jungkook care?
It wasn’t like it was even his business.

Some part of him hoped that Jungkook was jealous. A part of him hoped that seeing Jimin was with someone else made jealousy boil up in him. But he knew that wasn’t it. And it was only confirmed when Jungkook said the next thing.

“Because I’m responsible for you! Your mother is gone and she left me here which means I have to take care of you Jimin! Why do you do this to your self!?” Jungkook yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in anger.

“You’re too young to be fucking with random guys Jimin! And I bet it was that guy from the restaurant was that it?”

Jimin looked down frowning which gave Jungkook the answer he was looking for.

“It was. Jimin guys like that are only trying to use you. They don’t care about you or who you are they’re just looking for a tight hole to fuck and you’re giving in to that!”

“It’s none of your fucking business Jungkook!” He yelled back.
Jungkook stared at Jimin who had tears forming in his eyes. Jungkook could see them, he could see Jimin’s eyes becoming glossier, tears threatening to spill out of them and thats when he took a desp breath and reminded himself that Jimin was a kid. He was still just a kid who was probably going through a really confusing period of time in his life.

“You’re right. You’re right it’s not. But I’m saying this because I care about you Jimin,” He said quietly, his facial expression softening.

Jungkook saying he cared about Jimin hurt Jimin more than it made him feel better. Mainly because he knew he could never have Jungkook in the way he found himself needing the other and he did not want Jungkook telling him what he wants to hear. Jimin needed to quickly get over what he was feeling and Jungkook “caring” was not helping that.

“You shouldn’t care Jungkook. You have friends outside. Go back to them and be a good host or something. Just leave me alone.”

Jimin stayed in his room the entire time. He had music playing though his headphones, staring up at the ceiling. He was confused and conflicted.

Jimin has known Jungkook for 3 weeks and 4 days.

And in those three weeks and four days he’s been a friend to him in ways no one has. He understood him in ways no one has. He didn’t understand what everything meant. Why did he think of Jungkook during sex? Why did his stomach get a weird feeling when Jungkook said he cared about him? Why was Jungkook the only thing on his mind?

Even after their fight all Jimin wanted to do was go back outside and talk to Jungkook and laugh with Jungkook.

He couldn’t possibly have a crush on the older boy.There was no way. And even if he did have a crush on Jungkook it was completely inappropriate.
He couldn’t do that to his mom.
But he couldn’t help his own feelings either and they won’t go away.

He stayed in his room despite how hungry he was until 10 when he heard voices saying goodbye followed by the front door closing. That’s when he decided he couldn’t bare this hunger anymore.

He walked out of his room to the kitchen, completely ignoring Jungkook who was on the couch, scrolling on his phone.
He didn’t even spare Jungkook a glance. When he got to the kitchen, he opened one of the cabinets where he knew the pretzels were, pulling the bag out before closing the drawer. He opened the bag of pretzels taking a handful and putting it in an bowl.
He could feel Jungkook staring at him but he still didn’t look. He couldn’t and he didn’t want to.

Whe he was done pouring pretzels into the bowl, he put them back in the cupboard. He was making his way back to his room before he felt Jungkook grabbing his wrist, stopping him.

“Let go..” Jimin said, not looking at Jungkook directly but instead looking down at wear Jungkook held him.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asked in a quiet voice. Jimin wanted to say no. He wanted to push Jungkook off him and go to his room, eat his pretzels then go to sleep. He didn’t want to talk to Jungkook but what came out of his mouth was not a no.

“Okay..”

They both sat on the couch, Jimin placed his bowl of pretzels on the coffee table before crossing his legs criss cross style. He kept his head down waiting for Jungkook to say something, but he didn’t. Well he did but after a few seconds of silence that made Jimin feel more uncomfortable that it should have.

“I’m sorry.. about before. You’re right it’s none of my business w-who you’re um.. with in that way. I just thought that you and I had kind of formed a trust already? And I felt like lying to me broke that,” Jungkook said, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly.

“I’m sorry I lied to you but I knew you wouldn’t let me go if I told you where I was going. The truth is Jungkook that Im almost 17. And I have needs too. And I’m very comfortable with satisfying my needs even with a stranger. I’m sorry if it makes me look any different in your eyes-“

“No! It doesn’t I promise it doesn’t,” Jungkook interrupted quickly causing Jimin to instinctively look up, their eyes locking and staying that way.

“Jimin I just.. You remind me a lot of my younger self. And I dont like the thought of someone potentially taking advantage of you. You deserve better. But its your life just please dont lie to me again okay?”

Jimin nodded. He was surprised for a moment when Jungkook pulled him into a hug. His body stiffened and he didn’t understand what was happening but after a couple seconds when realizing that Jungkook wasn’t letting go anytime soon, he hugged back.

And he liked it. It felt nice to be in Jungkook’s arms. And it felt good to know that Jungkook’s thoughts of him didn’t change because of what he did. But what if Jungkook knew that Jimin thought about him while having sex?

What if he knew that Jimin wished it was him instead of Minho? How would Jungkook see him then? Jimin gulped, feeling guilt pool into his stomach as he pulled away from the hug.

“Can we talk more tomorrow Jungkook?”

Jungkook nodded, watching as Jimin stood up and lifted the bowl from the table walking away.
When Jungkook heard the door close, he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

Why did it feel like he cared more about Jimin than Jisoo, his girlfriend of 4 months, almost 5?
Something just felt odd. It felt to Jungkook like the world was spinning in the wrong direction.

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Day 4 without Jisoo

“So mom allowed me to go to boarding school with Hoseok. Hoseok introduced me to his friends Taehyung and Yoongi. I actually really liked boarding school. I still do,” Jimin said while picking up a gallon of milk from the one of the fridges and putting it into the cart.

“Bet you did. Boarding school is where all the crazy shit happens from what I remember my boarding school friends telling me. Y’all could snort cocaine right under your dorm managers nose and he wouldn’t say a word,” Jungkook chuckled, pushing the shopping cart into the next isle.

Jimin’s eyes lit up, seeing that they entered the snack isle. They didn’t have many snacks or junk food at home with his mom being a doctor and all. That’s why he was always eating pretzels.
He immediately turned his Head and looked at Jungkook with puppy dog eyes and a pout, practically begging like a lost puppy for snacks.

Jungkook looked at him in disbelief. He could not beliebe he was being puppy eyed right now but Jimin was making the cutest face he’s ever seen. Who could say no to him? He groaned before playfully rolling his eyes and succumbing into Jimin’s ways.
“Okay go ahead.”

Jimin’s pout turned into a smile as he turned around and ran into the isle, picking all typed of snacks he loved from Chips to cookies to candy, grabbing as much as his tiny hands and arms could hold.

Jungkook watched the younger in amusement while leaning on the cart. Jimin was certainly something. But seeing the other smile over something as small as a snack made Jungkook tingle on the inside. He was so adorable when he was excited and Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle while watching Jimin attempt to reach things on high shelves.

Jimin might actually be the death of him.

The younger boy came back with his arms full of snacks, throwing them all into the stroller, guaranteeing the other groceries no space in the cart. He looked pretty satisfied with what he picked out though, smiling at the cart while examine his choices.

“Oh you’re mother will not be happy about this.. Okay lets continue,” Jungkook said, turning around into the next isle. He began to pick a few things he knew the house needs off the shelves while continuing their conversation.

“So do you do all that stuff Jimin? Are you one of the kids who live the wild life at boarding school?”

Jimin slipped his hands into his pockets, slightly cringing when Jungkook said the two words “Wild Life.”

“Well.. yes and no? I go to parties, I get drunk, I get fucked. But I don’t snort cocaine or glue my teachers ass to his chair. And we don’t party all the time. Just sometimes because we have to sneak out if we want to go to a party,” Jimin explained, Walking alongside Jungkook who seemed to be done with this isle quickly.

“And you know about slipping something into your drink and stuff?”

“Yes Jungkook I know about roofies and never to accept a drink someone gives you I know.”

Jungkook stopped to examine everything in the cart to make sure they had everything they needed. Their cart was pretty full but again it was mostly due to the snacks Jimin the rascal picked out.

“Good.. I guess we’re done.”

They talked a little more when they got home and began unpacking the groceries.
“You know,” Jungkook started to say while placing the dairy products into the fridge, Jimin on the otherside of the kitchen neatly organizing the snacks cabinent.

“You and your mother don’t talk about Miwoo a lot..”

Jimin’s actions came to a halt, turning his head over only slightly enough to see Jungkook take a quick glance at him.

Jimin really didn’t talk about his father much. It was a touchy subject for him and brought back violent memories he tried to keep buried away forever. But his father coming up in conversations especially with Jungkook were inevitable.

“Well it’s not easy to talk about. He was my best friend. In times when my mom was always gone, he was the one feeding me, driving me to school, saying he loved me. When he was dying, mom spent even more time at the hospital to distract herself from it. You’d think she’d want to stay home with her dying husband. In the middle of the night while I was asleep I heard the ambulance outside,” Jimin closed the cabinent, slowly turned around and leaning back on the counter, staring at nothing in particular as he spoke.

“I knew what happened. I was only 14 and needed my mom to be there for me but she wasn’t. I had to learn how to do everything myself cause I swear I only saw her once I week. I had to walk 40 minutes every morning to school cause no bus came around my area. I hated her for doing that to me. So when I found out that my best friend Hoseok was moving to boarding school I went with him. If my mom wanted to be alone then she was truly going to be alone.” His voice got smaller by the end ot the sentence, still being able to see all the events happening in his mind as if he was watching a movie.

Jungkook turned around after shutting the fridge to look at Jimin while he talked.

“When I came home almost a month ago and I found out she had a boyfriend I was mad. I was mad because she couldn’t even be around my dad while he was dying. Her husband. But she had time for a boyfriend. I tried to hate you I really did try. But I can’t because that’s not the kind of person I am. That’s not the person my father raised me to be. Dont me wrong, I love my mom. She’s a sweet woman. But in my opinion.. you’re making the biggest mistake of your life being with her. You could be on your death bed, she’ll get a call from the hospital and leave you to die alone.”

Jungkook didn’t get it. The more he learned about Jisoo through Jimin and through his own experience the less he loved her. The more he realized what a mistake this all was.
She was so different when they met though. Where was the woman he met at the hospital who saved his life?

“Well… I don’t think me and your mom are gonna be together for much longer anyway. But I’m afraid to leave,” he admitted. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, looking at Jungkook who looked back at him.

“Why?”

“Because if I leave then I’ll be leaving you alone again. And it seems like you’ve been alone for way too long Jimin-ah.”

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Day 5 Without Jisoo

It was 2pm, the sun was shining bright through the windows of Jimin’s house. It was a quiet day, around the house, Jimin had just gotten off the phone with his mom. It was a short conversation, Jimin really didn’t want to talk to his mom in all truth. He was kind of angry with her. He saw how hurt Jungkook was after their phone call and he couldn’t believe his mother did that to Jungkook.

He felt ashamed of her.

Jungkook was such a good guy. He’s been more of a friend in this one month to Jimin than Jisoo ahs been a mother to him in the passed 16 years.

Jungkook understood him, cared about him even when Jimin was an ass to him in the beginning. Jungkook deserved better.

Jungkook was upstairs sleeping in his bed. He didn’t sleep well the night before, remembering the events of the car accident kept him up. Meanwhile Jimin was outside, getting the mail from the mailbox. He flipped through the many letters he recieved until his eye caught on specific letter with Jungkook’s name on it.

It was from a university! The one Jungkook Jimin he applied to. He felt excitement bubble in his chest, running back into the house, throwing the other letters on the counter only keeping the one in his hand.

The orange haired boy ran up the stairs yelling “JUNGKOOK!”
When he reached the door, He ran in, Jumping up on Jungkook’s bed and violently shaking the sleeping man until his eyes fluttered open.

“W-what?” Jungkook groaned, turning on his back side and opening his eyes staring up at Jimin who had the widest smile on his face.

“GUESS WHAT JUST CAME IN THE MAIL!” Jimin yelled, waving the letter in front of Jungkook’s face. He stared at the letter for a second before his eyes widened, body suddenly becoming more alter as he quickly sat up and grabbed the letter from Jimin’s hands.

“Shit I’m scared to open it,” Jungkook mumbled, staring at the letter like it was the worlds largest diamond, holding it as if it would vanish into thin air any second if he didnt keep it tight in his hands.
Jimin put his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, staring at the letter, anticipation eating the two of them up.

“Just open it!” Jimin chuckled

Jungkook let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he gently began to tear open the envelop, pulling out the folded letter and opening it up.

“Congratulations you’ve been acce-.... I was accepted…” Jungkook mumbled to himself staring at the letter and letting the information process. When it did, a large smile grew across Jungkook’s face. He threw the letter somewhere on the side, grabbing Jimin and pulling him into a hug causing them both to collapse on the bed.

They both laughed together, rolling around the bed in joy that Jungkook got accepted into the grad school he applied for.

“J-Jungkook!” Jimin laughed out as he fell on top of Jungkook’s chest in fits of giggles. They were so caught up in laughing and the excitement of Jungkook’s achievement they both didnt even realize the position they were in.

Jimin was on top of the other, pressed chest to chest with Jungkook’s arms around His waist, their faces only inches apart.

When the laughs died down, they both realized how close they were, Jimin’s eyes flickered from Jungkook’s eyes to his lips, Jungkook’s eyes following Jimin’s knowing exactly where Jimin was staring. Tension between them became thicker, Their breaths were heavy and fast after laughing so hard and Jimin couldn’t help it, Jungkook was pulling him in like a magnet and nothing else was on his mind other than wanting to kiss Jungkook. He really wanted to kiss Jungkook, his body ached for it.

Jungkook on the other hand was increasingly growing uncomfortable, knowing what was about to happen if he didn’t stop it
“Jimin..” he hoped only saying his name in that warning kind of tone would act as a reminder to the younger boy about the position they were in and why it was inappropriate.

Jimin’s eyes snapped back up to Jungkook’s, embarrassment suddenly pooling in his insides as he let out a gasp and quickly pushed off Jungkook. He crawled to the other side of the bed, as far from Jungkook as he could get without falling off, Jungkook sitting up as he did so.

“S-sorry..” Jimin mumbled, cheeks turning bright red.

“It’s okay.. I’m gonna take a shower though..” Jungkook said looking at the door then back at Jimin. It took Jimin longer than it should have to realize that meant Jimin should leave.

“O-oh yea okay I’ll just.. go.”

When Jimin was out the door, Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair thinking “what the fuck just happened?”

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Day 10: Jisoo’s arrival.

The past few days were awkward between Jimin and Jungkook. Well not extremely awkward but awkward enough. Ever since the day Jungkook got his acceptance letter and they had a moment on Jungkook’s bed, they’ve been tippy toeing around each other.

Mostly Jungkook tippy toeing around Jimin.
They still had good conversations, good laughs but they couldn’t sit close on the couch anymore, and there was a tension between them that wasn’t there before.

Jimin would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him.

Jisoo was coming back today after 10 days of being gone. It was 11pm at night, Jimin was asleep in his bed, While Jungkook was waiting at the airport. He hated that he had to be the one to pick Jisoo up. Even if he was her boyfriend, he didn’t want to. Jungkook didn’t want to have to look at her or talk to her especially after she disregarded Jungkook’s existence during her entire trip.

He would have understood if she really did not have time. But if she had enough time to call Jimin a thousand times in one afternoon or update her fucking facebook status then she should have had time to sent Jungkook at least a goodnight text.

Jungkook was sitting outside the terminal in Jisoo’s black BMW, the door on the passenger side was unlocked so Jisoo could sit down when she came in.

He was lost in his thoughts, thinking about he how enjoyed his 10 days alone with Jimin. He thought about how Jimin only have 4 weeks left before he went back to boarding school and how much he would miss the orange haired boy when he left.

He didn’t think about how he missed Jisoo. Because he didnt miss her at all. After the phonecall he had with her through Jimin’s phone, he decided he didn’t miss her for a second. He didn’t think about them possibly breaking up because he didn’t care. It wouldn’t have bothered him if they weren’t together. All of this was truth.

Jungkook’s been stuck in an illusion that because Jisoo saved his life and comforted him during grieving the loss of his brother that she was the one for him.

Such a stupid illusion he didn’t want to be under anymore.

Jisoo was not the one for him.

His thoughts were interrupted when the car door to the backseats opened, Jisoo throwing her luggage onto the seat then shutting the door, making her way into the passenger seat.
The second Jisoo shut the door and facened her seatbelt, Jungkook drove.

He didn’t say a word to her but he could feel her eyes burning holes into his skin.
She was waiting for him to say something, anything. But when realizing that he wouldnt, she decided she had to start. She needed to explain.

“Jungkook I-“

“Don’t.. I don’t want to hear it,” Jungkook replied with a tone that lacked emotion, face blank as he stared at the road ahead of him.

“You need to let me explain myself!” She said, defending herself while keeping her eyes on Jungkook the whole time. It bothered her that Jungkook wouldn’t even take a glance in her direction. He seemed colder than she remembered him to be.

“I am going to crash this car out of frustration if you don’t stop talking to me,” Jungkook spat, clenching his jaw. He was holding onto the wheel so tightly, his knuckles visibly becoming whiter, nails digging into the leather of the wheel.

Jisoo was scared, knowing that Jungkook had a bad temper so she kept her mouth shut and turned hear head back to the window, staring out of it as Jungkook drove.

The car ride was a short and silent one, their house being pretty close to the airport meaned it didn’t take too long to get home.

When Jungkook parked in the driveway, he got out immediately, letting Jisoo take her luggage out by herself. She decided against that right now because she needed to talk to Jungkook and get him to hear her out so she ignored her luggage and focused on what she was going to say to Jungkook.

She got out of the car only a few seconds after Jungkook, running after him while yelling his name to get his attention.

“Jungkook wait!” The black haired woman yelled as she stepped into the house, closing the front door behind her. Jungkook was just on the fourth step of the staircase before he stopped at Jisoo’s voice.

He rolled his eyes believing he’d regret stopping to listen to her. But still some part of him hoped that they could fix this. That they could go back to they way they used to be. It was a very small part of him but it was still there.

“What?” He asked sharply, causing Jisoo to flinch.

“Please come down so we can talk?”

Jungkook looked up at the rest of the stairs he had to walk then down at Jisoo, hesitating with his next action. He chose to listen though. He didn’t know why but he did.

He turned around, walking down those for steps and turning right till he was a safe distance from his girlfriend, maybe a few feet away. His arms were crossed over his chest, something he only did when he was mad as he waited for her to speak.

Some part of Jungkook hoped she had a reasonable explanation to why she was giving 10% of 100% into their relationship. Just somethting that he would understand and forgive.

Meanwhile, Jimin was laying in his bed, waking up thanks to all the loud noises outside. He was a light sleeper, it took just one sound to drag him out of his slumber. He was really tired though after staying up all night the night before with Jungkook trying to beat him at video games so tonight he slept around 9.

Jungkook had to carry him from the couch to his room and tuck him in like a baby. And he slept pretty peacefully until he heard the door slam, interrupting his dream.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, wanting to go outside and ask why there was so much noise and if it could stop so he could sleep in peace
He couldn’t really make out the what the noises were though, his head was still fuzzy and still semi trapped in sleep. But if it was enough to ditract him then he wanted it to stop. Jimin threw his blue blanket off his body and hopped onto the cold floor, wincing for a second. When he got used to the temperature, he made his way to the door sluggishly but stopped when he heard his moms voice.

He totally forgot she was coming today. And frankly Jimin wished she didn’t come back. He was enjoying his time alone with Jungkook, his feelings for the older male only growing stronger and it felt like for certain moments Jimin could forget that Jungkook was an adult with a girlfriend.

He pressed his ear against the door deciding to listen in on the conversation for whatever he could hear.

“Look I really thought after that fight we had while I was packing you wouldn’t want to talk to me! And I was embarrassed-“

“Embarrassed?” Jungkook scoffed, taking a second to make sure he heard her right. “Im your boyfriend embarrassed about what!? I called you and left a thousand messages and texts asking you to talk to me so don’t you dare say that you thought I didn’t want to talk to you!”

So they were fighting, Jimin figured. He decided he was gonna stop this fight before it got too far. He felt like he had to even though his head was telling him it probably was best to let them fight it out, his body pushed him to doing the opposite. He opened the door to his room, grabbing both Jisoo’s and Jungkook’s attention.

Jungkook’s expression softened upon seeing Jimin. He hated how Jimin could make him calm down by just appearing. Jungkook didn’t want Jimin there to see this fight because he had some really strong words for Jisoo he didn’t want the younger to hear.

Especially with how cute he looked after just waking up, distracting Jungkook from what was important right now. It made him question whether or not he could break up with Jisoo. It would mean he couldn’t see Jimin anymore.

“Jimin! My baby I missed you soo much!” Jisoo squealed, running towards Jimin and giving him a tight hug causing Jungkook to roll her eyes. As if she gives a damn about her son.

Jimin didnt reciprocate the hug just letting it happen. He didn’t want to hug his mom. He looked at Jungkook for a second before clearing his throat causing Jisoo to let go of him but still holding him by the shoulders. She scanned his face with a big smile like a proud mother. If only she knew he had a crush on her boyfriend and was disgusted and jealous of her.

“I’m sorry we woke you. I took really cool pictures in Indonesia of the landscape and I thought of you! Remember? Because you said you wanted to take pictures of mountains when you travel after highschool! Would you like to see them?”

Before Jimin could even reply, Jungkook stepped in, turning what should be a nice conversation between his girlfriend and her son back into an argument about their current situation.

“Pictures? You had time to take pictures? I thought you were too busy saving peoples lives?” Jungkook said, crossing his arms over his chest again, looking at her with a skeptical expression.

She gulped, turning back to Jungkook.

“W-well I was. The trip was meant to be 7 days but I really wanted to stay a little longer and really see Indonesia so I-“

Jungkook looked at her in disbelief.
“So let me get this bullshit straight. Not only did you ignore me, you also lied to me because when we fought you told me you HAD to be there all 10 days. Now you’re saying it was meant to be a 7 day trip that you extended to have fun!? You know what Jisoo, I’m sick of this.”

Jimin visbily stiffened, staring at Jungkook with his eyes wide and full of worry. He was mad again, like last time when he punched the wall. Beyond mad. His nostrils flared, cheeks red to the tip of his ears and jaw clenched so tight Jimin wondered how his teeth weren’t cracking yet. Was this the moment Jungkook became single? Was this the moment that would allow Jimin to act on his feelings for the older?

“What do you mean?” Jisoo asked, her voice becoming a little softer but still drenched in worry and fear of losing her boyfriend.

“I mean we’re done Jisoo. You’re lying to me, we never spend time with each other and we don’t get each other at all. We have nothing in common, you dont understand me and I dont understand you. We can’t communicate of trust each other. Fuck, I get along better with your son! I spent more time with him in these 10 days then I ever spent with you! My girlfriend! I just..” He shut his eyes, letting out a sigh. “I can’t do this anymore. We’re done.”

Jimin didn’t process much of the events that came after what Jungkook said to his mom about being done. He remembered being trapped in his own thoughts while Jungkook ran upstairs and Jisoo following him, begging him not to do this to her. Not to leave her.

Jimin was stuck in his mind thinking about what just happened. Was it wrong that he was happy? Was it wrong for him to be happy about his mom breaking up with Jungkook?

Maybe not. But it definitely was wrong to think that now that Jisoo and Jungkook were broken up, He might have a chance with Jungkook.

In the last few days without Jisoo, he became more aware of his feelings for Jungkook. And he couldn’t deny it any longer. He had a big fat crush on the older brunette and he wanted him more than anything. Jungkook understood Jimin. He really saw him for more than what he was, he believed Jimin was deserving of love. He wanted him and maybe now with his mom out of the picture he could have him.

But another part of himself kept reminding him how fucked up he was for even having those thoughts.
He was having an internal civil war. His hormones were everywhere, his feelings were all over the place.

Jimim didn’t know how long he was standing in the same place thinking about everything but he figured it was a long time because Jungkook came down the stairs holding a pillow and a blanket, dragging Jimin out of his thoughts.

“Oh Jimin.. you’re still here. You should go to sleep.” Jungkook said as he began to unfold the blue and white striped cotton blanket on top of the larger grey couch.

“What are you doing?” Jimin mumbled, pointing at the blanket and looking up at Jungkook, curiously.

“I’m gonna have to sleep on the couch tonight. Then tomorrow I’m gonna go see if I can get my old apartment back.”

Jimin shook his head, walking to the couch and pulling the blanket off of it, causing Jungkook to look at him in confusion. Jimin would have felt awful all night for letting Jungkook sleep in the couch, especially since he didn’t deserve it.

“No… You can’t sleep on the couch. I mean.. my b-bed is queen size we can both fit. If you want cause the couch is uncomfortable I got back pains last time I slept on it and it gets really cold in the living room at night so yea I think you-“

Jungkook began to chuckle, seeing how Jimin got so nervous with his words, speaking fast and blushing hard.
Jungkook hated that he wouldn’t be able to see him everyday anymore, his heart ached a little when he reminded himself of that.

“Jimin slow down,” Jungkook said, a small grin appearing on his face as he walked over to where Jimin was standing. Jimin gulped, looking down at his feet as Jungkook got closer to him until suddenly Jungkook was pulling Jimin into a hug.

The younger froze for a second, body stiffening at the contact. Butterflies erupted on Jimin’s stomach as Jungkook wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him in until they were chest to chest.

Jungkook was also shirtless, his warm body feeling amazing against Jimin’s and Jimin truly forgot how to think properly. But he needed this moment. He needed to be in Jungkook’s arms like he wanted to be always. He wouldn’t see the older in a long time.

Jimin hesitantly wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, shutting his eyes as he leaned his head on the other.

“Is it weird that Im gonna miss seeing you everyday more than I’ll miss your mom?” Jungkook chuckled, pulling away from the hug just enough to look at Jimin but still keeping the smaller boy in his arms.

“I’m gonna miss you too hyung..” Jimin mumbled, for the first time really realizing he was going to lose Jungkook soon if he didn’t say anything.
He felt his heart ache in his chest at the thought of having to sit in this big empty house all alone without Jungkook to talk to or to laugh with for the next month.

Without him even realizing, tears began to form in his eyes, blurring his vision of Jungkook’s face, but he could tell that Jungkook’s smile quickly turned into a worried frown.

“Hey it’s okay don’t cry,” He whispered, pulling Jimin back into a hug letting Jimin lean his head on his shoulder.
Only a second after Jungkook did so, Everything became so overwhelming for Jimin and he couldn’t blink the tears away even if he tried a thousand times. Sobs were crawling up his throat until he let them out, crying onto Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Shh Its okay Jimin,” Jungkook mumbled against Jimina fading orange hair, rubbing up and down the younger boys back hoping to calm him down. But he knew it wasn’t working, Jimin began to violently shake in his arms.

Jungkook’s heart broke. He hated that Jimin was crying, it hurt him just as much as it hurt Jimin. He felt like the world was self destructing if Jimin was crying. He wanted to put the smile he loved so much back on Jimin’s face but he couldnt figure out how.

“I don’t want y-you t-t-to go..” Jimin choked out, pulling away from Jungkook so he could dry his tears with the sleeves of his black long sleeved shirt.

“Hey hey Im still here okay? If I get my apartment back then I’ll give you my address and you can come and see me whenever you want. Im never busy for you okay? And I’ll give you my number so you can text or call me whenever you want yea?”

Jimin nodded followed by a small sniffle. Jungkook cupped the youngers cheeks and took the pads of his thumbs, wiping away Jimin’s tears. Jimin looked up at him, eyes still wet. He felt slightly embarrassed, crying in front of Jungkook, his crush, like a baby.

He didn’t know what had gotten into himself.

They stayed like that a little longer until Jimin was able to calm down, his breath evening out and his heart finally beating at a normal pace.

When Jungkook saw that Jimin was a little better, he decided he would sleep beside the younger tonight. Originally he was going to say no. He was going to say that it was a bad idea and he should just sleep on the couch. But after seein Jimin cry all he wanted to do was hold him close until he fell asleep.

In no time, Jungkook was holding his hand, walking him to his room.

The lights were off but Jimin had white Christmas lights hung around the walls so they still see each others figures and faces for the most part. Jungkook closed the door after himself then took further steps into the room. He wondered if it was weird that he sleep here with Jimin, especially when he was shirtless.

He hoped Jimin wouldn’t get the wrong idea or maybe be uncomfortable. Even though Jimin offered, these thoughts still raced laps aprund Jungkook’s brain.

“So what side of the bed do you sleep on?” The brunette asked.

“Uh I kinda sleep in the middle?”

“Funny.. I kinda sleep in the middle too.”

Soon enough they were under Jimin’s covers, But of them on their backs, stairung at the ceiling in silence. Jimin thought about how he should tell Jungkook about his feelings. Was their even a good way to tell your mothers ex whos an adult while you’re still in highschool that you have a crush on him?

Probably not.

“I’m sorry for crying on you,” Jimin mumbled, grabbing Jungkook’s attention. The older turned his head over to Jimin who was still staring up at the ceiling,praying that it was dark enough so Jungkook wouldn’t see him blushing.

“It’s okay Jiminnie. Nothing to apologize for,” Jungkook replied, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. Jimin seemed different tonight, he was more nervous and awkward than usual. A little more distant and vulnerable. Jungkook wanted to know why. He wanted to talk to the other but he felt like he’d be prying.

Jimin bit his bottom lip, forcing him to say the words he’s been wanting to say. He sat upc crossing his legs, Jungkook turning to lay on his side just seconds after Jimin sat down.
Without even blinking Jimin choked the words out.

“I like you.. a lot Jungkook.”

Jimin mumbled, looking down at his lap where he fiddled with the strings coming out of his blue basket ball shorts. His heart was beating out his chest, so afraid of what Jungkook’s reaction to his confession would be.

Jimin never really had a crush. He was more of a sex and goodbye kind of guy but Jungkook was different. He saw him differently than everyone else did. The longer the silence stretched, the more more nervous he became.
He even began to pray to whatever was up there that Jungkook liked him back, or at least wouldn’t freak oht.

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds, staring at Jimin with a blank face before breaking out into a wide smile.

“Aw Jimin I like you a lot too!” For a moment, Jimin had hope, looking at Jungkook with A small smile growing on his face. Jungkook liked him back.

“And I really want to stay friends even though me and your mom are over.”

Jimin’s smile dropped upon hearing the word “friends.” Jungkook didn’t get what Jimin said. He didn’t understand that it was Jimin’s confession to him, totally friendzoning the younger.

Jimin felt his confidence completely disappear, he wanted to crawl in a hole and stay there. His heart hurt, he felt the tears stinging in his eyes upon realizing that he totally just got friendzoned, but he quickly blinked them away. He couldn’t embarrass himself much more.

“Y-yea… yes we can stay friends.”

When Jimin woke up the next day, Jungkook was gone, his side of the bed was empty. Jimin felt his heart ache a little as he stared at the empty side of the bed.

Last night he confessed to Jungkook and Jungkook completely disregarded it.

“How could I be so stupid?” He mumbled to himself, picking up The pillow Jungkook slept on and burrying his head into it.

It smelled like Jungkook now. Jungkook kinda smelled like a bouquet of pretty flowers. One time Jimin mentioned that. He teased him about wearing girl perfume that smelled like flowers and Jungkook told him it was actually his lotion that smelled that way.

Jimin grinned, remembering their conversation.

He shouldn’t have expected anything better. What was he thinking? That a guy like Jeon Jungkook could ever like someone like him.

These thoughts continued to swirl around Jimin’s mind and lower his self confidence as he went through his morning routine up until he walked out the door of his room into the living room.
He changed his clothes, now in a blue hoodie and black pajama pants. The house was slightly chilly for whatever reason so he had to get out of that tank top and those shorts he slept in.

Jimin half expected the house to be completely empty. He didn’t expect to see Jungkook still there, dragging a large red colored suitcase near the door, next to the other 2 suitcases.

“Kook?”

Jungkook’s head snapped around, a small grin growing on his face when seeing Jimin. Lately Jimin has been the light of his life. Seeing him almost instantly put a smile on Jungkook’s face which no one in Jungkook’s entire life has ever been able to do, not even Jisoo.

Sometimes Jungkook even wondered how it was possible for Jisoo’s son to bring more happiness into his life than she ever did.

“Morning sleepy head. By the way, I think I have bruises all over my body from sleeping with you. You’re a kicker,” He chuckled, letting go of the luggage and stepping closer to Jimin who was hugging himself to protect his body from the cold.
“And a puncher.”

Jimin grinned a little but it wasn’t a happy grin, more like an understanding one. Jimin has been sad since last night when he was friendzoned by Jungkook.

Confessing your feelings should be a special time for a person, Jimin thought. But last night was awful. He felt drained of all happiness, of all confidence and courage, whatever he had at least.

It was all gone now.

“Sorry..” Jimin mumbled, looking down at his feet.

Jungkook realized Jimin was upset. His usual glow and smile was gone and Jungkook was so used to seeing it that Jimin workout a smile seemed like a completely different person.

Jungkook frowned, stepping closer to Jimin so their conversation was more intimate.

“You’re moms out at work. I just finished packing my stuff, and I haven’t had breakfast. Maybe you want to come with me to a cafe somewhere and get something to eat? Or maybe coffee?”

Jimin only shrugged, frown still on his face causing Jungkook to frown too.

“Please? I wanna hang out with you Jimin. We only ever hang out in this house. Lets go out! Have breakfast with me. Please?”

Jungkook placed his hand under Jimin’s chin, carefully lifting Jimin’s head so Jimin could look at him. When their eyes met, Jungkook smiled. He loved Jimin’s eyes. They were oval shaped and pretty, all the stars in the universe couldn’t match up to how pretty Jimin’s eyes were.

Jimin froze at Jungkook’s touch, goosebumps forming on his arms all the way up to the back of his neck. Isn’t this kind of how you’d touch someone you were in a relationship with? Jimin wondered. Because seconds after Jungkook placed his hand under Jimin’s chin, he moved it to the youngers cheek, caressing it.

Jimin gulped. He couldn’t day no to Jungkook when he was touching his face like that and smiling at him, drawing him in. So he nodded, accepting Jungkook’s invite to breakfast which only made Jungkooks smile grow wider.

“Yay, come on go get ready,” Jungkook mumbled, unexpectedly pressing a short kiss onto Jimin’s forhead, causing Jimin’s breath to hitch slightly and his body to stiffen. The orange haired boys head went blank for a moment, unable to think straight when feeling Jungkooks soft lips against his skin.

It only last a second or two before Jungkook turned around and began walking up the stairs, leaving Jimin alone in the living room. For a moment, Jimin just stood there trying to replay the part where Jungkook kissed him in the forehead. Suddenly a large smile grew on Jimin’s lips as he ran into the room, shutting the door and beginning to jump up and down on his bed while squealing like a little kid.

“He kissed meeeee” he sang, giggling and bouncing all over the place. He had to go tell his friends, he had to tell everyone that Jungkook just gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then again he realized he has not updated his friends on anything that was happening. They didnt even know he had a crush on Jungkook. He promised himself he’d tell them everything when he came back from breakfast with Jungkook.

Now he had to change. He hopped off his bed, walking over to his closet, a big smile still on his face as he began to push through his hands for something cute to wear. Maybe if he wore something pretty, Jungkook would pay even more attention to him.

It took him a while to figure out an outfit but he finally chose one that he thought was good. A baby blue knitted sweater that hung a little low, enough to see his collarbones which Jimin knew were his sexiest asset. Besides his ass of course.
Under the sweater he wore White jeans with large, deformed square shaped cut outs on his thighs.

He ran to the bathroom and began to straighten his orange hair a little with his hot iron before brushing the orange strands over his forehead. When he was done fixing up his hair, he applied just a little concealer under his dark circles, blending them in with the foundation he put on only a minute before. He applied a little blush too, but not so much. Only enough to make it look natural since the foundation covered his natural blush. He didn’t put anything on his lips, only chapstick so they wouldnt be dry, but he thout he looked presentable.

He didn’t forget to put makeup on the hickey left by Minho about a week ago. It was already fading, much smaller and lighter than it was before but he made sure to cover it every single day so Jungkook wouldn’t see it. Because they fought over Minho and it made Jungkook upset and Jimin never wanted to make the other upset.

When he was done, he left his room and Jungkook was already waiting for him by the door in a black tshirt that was tucked into his black jeans that also had small rips in them. He topped off the black outfit with a little bit of color that came from his red timberlands. Still when dressed so simply he managed to look so good.

He was typing something in his phone, looking up when he heard Jimin’s footsteps. He smiled, clicking his phone off and slipping it into jeans pocket.

Shit, Jimin really was a sight. For a moment, Jungkook could today help but stare at his collarbones and his shoulder, his knitted sweater hanging off it a little. Not to mention those tight jeans that hadly covered anything, his thighs practically completely on show. Jungkook swallowed a little, forcing his eyes up to Jimin’s eyes and keeping them there to avoid staring at Jimin’s body.

Jimin caught him. He saw Jungkook checking him out and that made him feel amazing. It made him feel like he accomplished his mission with the outfit he chose, excitement bubbling inside of him.

And Jimin decided something. Just because he was rejected yesterday, doesn’t mean he can’t make Jungkook like him. He just had to work harder at it.

“Ready?” He asked Jimin to which Jimin replied with a nod and a wide smile.
The cafe Jungkook wanted to go to was really close, so they decided they could go by walk. Jimin’s never heard of it but Jungkook said it was good and he trusted Jungkook.

It was a beautiful day outside. There were no clouds in the sky, just being plain blue with the sun. The birds were singing in the trees, making music for the world. It wasn’t too hot either, just the right temperature for morning walk.

Jimin lived in a neighborhood that was close to the city. Literally just walking straight for five minutes and you will no longer hear the birds, but hear the busy streets of Busan. Honking cars, many people shuffling through the busy streets, the mall the airport. Busan was a busy and big city, like a smaller Seoul. He loved it.

“So when do you go back to school?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin shrugged in response, looking ahead of him at the street as he answered. “A little over a month. Truthfully I don’t want to go back.”

Jungkook frowned, turning his head to look at Jimin. He thought Jimin liked his school?
“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I like it there I mean.. I always have my friends, my space but sometimes I want to be able to just go to a coffee shop in busan and watch the rain hit the ground outside the window. Or be in my own room at home. I hate sharing a room especially with Tae. He snores at night and he’s messy,” Jimin giggled causing Jungkook to grin a little.

Jimin paused for a moment, kicking the rock on the ground down the sidewalk before speaking again.

“But I guess its a lose- lose cause that means I’d be home alone every single day.”

Jungkook began to feel guilty, knowing he was leaving Jimin home alone everyday. He was going to be alone too, without Jimin to wake up to every morning and something about that hurt him deeply. In only a month he created such a strong bond with the other. He felt something for Jimin but he couldn’t figure out just what it was. But he knew he cared about him and he knew he needed to be around him.

He couldn’t let this breakup stop him from seeing Jimin.

A part of him wished he met Jimin before meeting Jisoo. Maybe things would have been different.

“You know you can always hang out with me. My friends, Namjoon and Jin, they’re always away traveling or working so I’m pretty alone too. I wouldn’t mind seeing your face every day.” He chuckled, Jimin giggling at the same time.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you everyday either Jungkookie.”

Chapter Text

“I was born in Busan,” Jungkook started, putting his coffee cup down on the table after taking a small sip. They were at the cafe together, orders came only a few minutes before.

They sat at a small table by the window. Not many people were here but Jimin liked the vibe. He liked the smell of freshly ground coffee beans and the smooth jazz coming through the speakers on the ceiling. It was a nice place.

Their conversation originally began with Jungkook asking Jimin about his favorite childhood memory but Jimin brushed it off. He realized they were always talking about him and never Jungkook. He asked Jungkook about his story, realizing he didnt really know much about him to begin with.

“My family wasn’t super rich or anything. We lived in a small 2 bedroom 2 bathroom apartment which was fine. It wasn’t amazing, I mean our building was full of drug dealers and prostitution but it was cheap and we could afford it. My dad died when I was 4 years old. I don’t really remember much of him. So my mom had to pay bills and stuff on her own until Junghyun and I were old enough to get jobs. She didn’t have a good job though I mean, she bagged groceries for a living. For such a long I time I was embarrassed of her.”

He shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Thinking about it brought back emotions that mad ehim feel like everything was in the present. Like he was still stuck in that story even though so many years had passed. It was the worst feeling in the world. He cleared his throat before continuing his life story.

“When I got to highschool I would lie about where I lived and who my family was because I was embarrassed to tell people that I lived in a shitty apartment with my my mother, the lady who bagged their groceries. I had to work for my own money to buy myself clothes so people wouldn’t realize that I wore the same ones all the time. When I was 15 I started working at a smoothie place, it shut down now. But it was a cool spot and I really liked working there. And when I had free time I tutored kids for money.  All while working hard to keep my grades at all A’s because I didn’t want to end up like my mom. My mom was a sweet woman. Really amazing and hardworking but the teenage me cared more about being seen as cool or relevant than caring about how my mom felt.”

He looked up at Jimin only for a second before looking back down at his fingers that sat on his lap. It was a hard topic for him to discuss, needing to take breathing breaks or a little time to sort his thoughts out.

“She knew I was embarrassed of her but she didn’t once mention it. Every mornjng she wished me a good day at school and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and everynight she kissed me goodnight. One day… I lost her. It wasn’t a really tragic kinda story. She was a little old and sick one day she took too many sleeping pills but they called her in for a late shift after she took them, on the way to the store, she fell asleep while walking and landed on her head on the sidewalk. The internal bleeding was too much, her brain swelled and she was said to be in a coma forever. We had no other family but Junghyun was legal and he gave them permission to pull the plug.”

“You mean take her off the breathing machine?” Jimin asked, leaning in a little to see if he heard Jungkook correctly.

Jungkook let out a sad sigh and nodded slowly answering Jimin’s question.

“Yea. We couldn’t afford a great funeral or anything so it was a cheap one. Thankfully my mothers doctor pitied us enough to pay for at least a grave and tombstone though they were really cheap. Me and Junghyun were orphans but we decided not let this change our goal. We wanted to change our fate, live better than our parents. So every paycheck we got was split. Half our paychecks to the house and expenses or whatever and the other half was for personal savings for the future. The happiest day of my life was when I got a letter from the university I applied to saying I got in full scholarship. I was so unbelievably happy. I’ve always wanted to be a photographer. Since I was little. I even had a little camera my mom bought me for Christmas when I was 12 with everything she saved from that months check.”

“I didn’t know you like taking pictures..” Jimin mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee then putting it back down on the hard wooden  table.

“Yea its my passion. But my mom always said I’d be a great lawyer. So I majored in law and minored in photography. I changed my path because I wanted to do what my mom wanted me to do. I hate law, truthfully. Junghyun was studying Medical so he could try and save people like my mom and dad. With the that we made from selling our apartment,  we were able to buy another apartment together at a nicer place That surprisingly had a cheap rent. Junghyun didn’t have to lay for his uni cause he went to a community college so for a while we were good. We even had a little more money than we thoughtfully We’d have. We were good for so long. Up until 6 months ago..”

Jimin stiffened, Knowing that this was the part of Jungkooks story when Jungkook lost Junghyun, his older brother. And yet another family member. Thats how Jungkook entered his life.

“We were invited out for dinner by my two best friends Seokjin and Namjoon. I told Junghyun he should come because he was acting really weird lately. So weird and distant and I didn’t understand why.  He came with me and I didn’t see him drink anything. He didn’t drink at all but I noticed he went to the bathroom for like 15 maybe 20 minutes. When he came out he looked different. I didn’t know how to drive then so Junghyun drove us home. I kept yelling at him to talk to me. Why wouldn’t he tell me what was wrong Im his brother I’m supposed to help him. He kept telling me to shut up and that nothing was wrong. I could see from the way he was driving there was definitely something not normal. He turned his head to look at me for one second and then boom. I went blank after that.”

He quickly took a sip of his coffee before continuing.

“I woke up in the hospital. I didn’t have much damage besides being in a coma for a couple days I just needed a couple stiches and I had a minor concussion. After a couple days I was stable enough for the doctor to ask me questions. The doctor being your mom. They found traces of all types of drugs and unperscribed medications in Junghyuns blood. He’d been doing drugs for a long time and I didn’t even notice it. I just thought he had a problem but not that kind. They even tested me too. The police had to question me after. They asked me if I remembered what happened. I told them my brother was driving normally, at the right speed limit, he turned his head to check the right rearview mirror to see if he could switch lanes and some psycho ran into him. Of course that was not all true. But it worked. It happened so quickly no one really knew what happened.”

“The police bought that story?”

“Well I mean yea. It wasn’t all a lie. The guy who hit us was driving way too fast, they showed me pictures of the damage to junghyuns car. You got to be driving at at least 70 miles to cause that much damage. It was later that they told me my brother passed away. Your mom gave me the news and I cried the hardest I ever did in my life. Because that Meant I really had no family. Nobody. I already told you about how I met your mother and that stuff but I’ll tell you other things now. I got home when I was discharged, my old apartment and I looked through everything in Junghyuns room until I found a box. A box full of cash and a couple pieces of paper. They were names, amount of money, and type of drug written by it. Junghyun was selling it too. He made so much money I didn’t even know he had. But I took it, and I payed for a nice grave for him. And I payed for a new apartment then sold that one so had more money.”

“Wow this is a lot,” Jimin awkwardly chuckled and Jungkook nodded, chuckling too.

He never really liked to tell his story to people because they never knew what to say to him. They’d always try and comfort him, tell him they’re sorry as if it was their fault when it wasn’t. He hated it. But he felt comfortable with telling Jimin because the orange haired boy was someone he grew comfortable around so quickly.

“Yea it is. I started going to the hospital more to figure out medical bills cause I didn’t have insurance. Then someone told me it was all paid off. Your mother had fully covered my really expensive bill. I bought her flowers to thank her and blah blah. One thing she doesn’t know is about my brother dealing. And I trust that you wont ever tell her about it. And I trust you won’t ever do drugs too. Please Jimin Don’t do them.”

He looked at Jimin, begging the younger with his eyes. Jimin could tell Jungkook was serious about this it wasn’t a joke to him.

“I wont.. trust me,” he assured him, nodding his head to which Jungkook realeased a heavy sigh.

“Good.. so after that I was of course really thankful to your mother and you know the rest of the story but I graduated university maybe a month before all of this happened. And I applied to law school. In all honesty I hate law. I don’t want to be a lawyer. Especially not when I lied to the police and used my brothers drug dealing money I should definitely not be a lawyer,” he chuckled, twisting his straw around in his drink mixing in a little of the whipped cream with his drink.

Jimin looked out the window for a second when he noticed it began to rain a little, letting out a sigh of disappointment.

It was such a beautiful morning while they walked here and it was like in the blink of an eye, a beautiful morning turned into a grey one. The sun was gone, grey clouds taking over the blue sky.

Jimin didn’t see storm clouds on the way here. He didnt understand how something could change so quickly. Something about it gave Jimin an uneasy feeling. What happened to the beautiful day...

“So don’t be a lawyer. Life is too short to do something you’re not happy with. We both lost people we both know that. Do what you want to do or you’re gonna get older and regret not changing your mind when you had the time.”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin with a small grin spreading across his face. Jimin was pretty bright for a teenager, Jungkook thought. What he said was smart, and it really made Jungkook think about what he was doing. Jimin was right… life is too short.

Maybe he should listen to the 16 year old boy.

“Thanks for the advice Jimin. I’ll keep that in mind… so yea thats my story. I think we should go though before it rains harder than this,” he pointed out, looking outside the window and Jimin agreed, nodding his head while standing up.

They finished their coffees, throwing the cups into the trash and walking outside the door, rain immediately hitting them. The sky was dark, not like an hour ago, bright and sunny and warm. Neither of them had jackets or anything they could cover themselves in, so they just ran through the rain to get to Jimin’s house.

Jungkook was a lot faster than Jimin was, the younger boy struggling to keep up especially with the shoes he was wearing that were definitely not made for this weather. He felt like he would slip any second on the wet sidewalk with the wind pushing and pulling him all around.

Not to mention the makeup he worked on  to maybe look appealing to Jungkook was ruined.

“J-Jungkook wait I can’t Keep up!” He yelled, raising his hands  above his head to sheild him from the rain but clearly it wouldn’t work.

Jungkook spinned around, laughing at how ridiculous Jimin looked with his hair soken wet despite him trying to sheild himself with his hands. He was running like a duck, Jungkook thought, and for some reason it was the most hilarious thing he has ever seen.

Never in his life has he seen someone waddle the way Jimin did, kind of like a penguin. It was cute. Jimin was cute.

“Stop laughing at m-me Im cold,” He yelled, finally reaching Jungkook and standing in front of him, shivering under the freezing rain that only began to pour down harder every second.

“Come lets keep going!”

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and began pulling him to the direction of Jimin’s house which was thankfully just around the corner and didn’t take long to get too.

By the time they were inside, Jimin’s teeth were chattering. His body was shivering and the AC being at at least 60 degrees, blowing down on him was definitely not helping. His clothes felt heavy on him, like a mop and made weird noises as he walked too.

He hated that.

Meanwhile Jungkook had the biggest smile on his face, runing his fingers through his wet, pressed together strands of hair.

“Wow that was awesome. Shit Jimin you’re shivering.. go to your room quickly and take a hot shower or bath okay?”

Jimin didnt have to be told twice.

“So what did they say?” Jimin asked Jungkook when the older male stepped inside the house after just going to his old apartment building to see if Jungkook would be able to get his or another apartment. Luckily for Jungkook, no one had even bought his apartment yet and he could definitely move back in.

Based on the smile spread across Jungkook’s face, Jimin could tell that Jungkook definitely got his apartment back.

Earlier, when the random rain cleared up, Jungkook left Jimin to go to his building and meet with someone there to ask for his apartment back. For an hour or so Jimin did nothing. Only laying in bed and listening, thinking about Jungkook and how strong he was, how smart and good looking he was. What a kind personality and friendly smile he had. Jimin liked Jungkook a lot.

He just wished Jungkook would simply pay attention to him. All his fruitless endeavors to get Jungkook to notice him were causing Jimin’s major loss of confidence.

“Im getting my apartment back.”

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Its been two days since Jungkook moved out. Jimin hasn’t seen the other at all. Well maybe 3 now since it was technically the next day. They’ve been talking, texting or calling here and there but he hasn’t seen the older boys face. He wondered what he was up to, how he was feeling or if he even missed him at all.

Because Jimin knew he really missed Jungkook. The house was so quiet, so lonely and at one point, Jimin even began talking to himself to entertain himself. Yoongi and Taehyung were in Daegu, they said they’d come to visit next week. Hoseok is on a trip to Jeju with his family.

His mom was being annoying and making sure to leave every morning before Jimin woke up and coming home while Jimin was asleep.

She did that when she was sad. Obviously this would hurt her. The break up and all but truthfully she did that to herself. Did she not?

Jimin should be mad at Jungkook for breaking his moms heart and leaving her. But he wasnt.. actually he was grateful to the other for still caring about him and how he was even though he and Jisoo were over. Most guys wouldn’t give a damn anymore.

Its been a month and 7 days since he met Jeon Jungkook.

Now it was 12am, Jimin was waiting in the living room for his mom to come home so he could talk to her. Because he did not come back to Busan just to be alone every single day. If he knew this was how his winter break was going to be, he would have stayed with Taehyung.

Finally, after waiting in the living room for hours, he heard the front door unlock, his mom in her blue scrubs walked into the house, jumping back when she saw Jimin sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in his hand.

This was the first  time hes seen his mom since Jungkook broke up with her, now three days ago.

“Oh.. Jimin what are you doing awake its late..” she mumbled, hardly even looking at the orange haired boy as she walked to the kitchen and set her car keys on the cold marble counter.

“Waiting for my mother. I mean, you’re still my mom right? Just figured I should ask since you haven’t been much of one lately,” he said calmly, bringing the tea cup to his lips and a taking a short sip of it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She scoffed, leaning on the counter with her left eyebrow raised.

“OhI don’t know you leave me with your boyfriend to go on a 10 day trip in which 3 of those ten days were optional and when You come back I dont see you ever because you stuck at the hospital probably loitering around like you always do. I don’t know I thought maybe when I come home from boarding school my mother would’ve been happy to be around me a little more.” He shrugged, speaking in sort of a sarcastic tone but still making sure she could hear just a little anger in his voice.

“I just have a busy life okay?” She said, hands raised in defense, acting as if she had done nothing wrong.

For someone who was supposed to be an adult she sure didn’t act like one.

It bothered Jimin that after everything that’s happened she still tried to justify her actions instead of admitting shes wrong, apologizing, and trying to fix it.

“Yea too busy for your son right? No wonder Jungkook broke up with you.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes and leaning back until his back hit the soft cushion of the couch.

Jisoo brushed a strand of her long black hair behind her ear, staring at Jimin in disbelief. Did her son really just say that?

“What happened between me and Jungkook does not concern you, Jimin.”

“Yes it does!” His voice raised, standing up from the couch, nose flaring a little in anger. How could she even say that it didn’t concern him when she was his mother?

“Im your son and he was your boyfriend who I was supposed to hate! But he’s been more of a friend to me than my own mother has the entire first month of summer! Now Im gonna be alone every single day with nothing to do because my dad is dead, I have no siblings, my mother only gives a damn about herself and Jungkook is gone! Do you really not see how this affects me!?”

“How do you think I feel huh? Im just trying to live my life as much as I can! Don’t you understand that I missed out on so much because I had a kid at 16!? I didnt go to homecoming! Or prom! Never went on school trips! My parents left me on my own after I became legal! So what I went to Indonesia for 3 extra days!? I just wanted to have fun I didn’t ask to have a kid at 16! I didn’t want it!”

Jimin was stunned at how his mother could say that. He couldn’t even say anything back to her, only able to look at her confused and hurt. Having your mother say she basically did not want you and couldn’t have a life because of you stung like a bitch and Jimin was already extremely sensitive.

Tears began to swell in his eyes, his stomach began to ache and his mind became all fuzzy.

Just then he wished his father was still alive.

He couldn’t even recogize his mother.

Once she saw the tears in Jimin’s eyes, Jisoo realized what she had said, her eyes widening as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth.

“Jimin I.. baby im so sorry I didn’t mean that you know I love you I-“

“Is that why you let me go to boarding school mom?” He said is a small voice, pulling his long maroon colored cardigan over his torso while hugging himself.

“When I asked.. you said yes almost immediately.. so reluctantly. No questions, no buts. You immediately said yea. Is it because you didn’t want the responsibility? You didn’t want me around? Did you tell your friends that you didn’t have a son? Huh?” His voice got a little louder at the end, causing Jisoo to flinch.

“No no no Jimin I love you So much you’re my son-“

“Really!? Do you love anyone!? You’re not a mom to me! Hardly! You didn’t feed me or clothe me or tuck me in at night! Dad did all that! He was the one who made me feel loved! Even when I had nightmares and I would come sleep in your bed it was dad holding me and telling me it was not real while you turned your back! When dad died you didnt take care of him I did! You never loved him like you don’t love me! All my life I tried to convince myself that my parents loved each other and that we were a happy family but every day I grow older I realize more and more nasty aspects of your personality. You. Dont. Love. Me!” He said, his voice wavering at some times while he tried to choke down his sobs. The tears slipped down his cheeks as he stared at someone who he was meant to call mother.

“Jimin I-“

“Tell me.. mother. If you could go back and change it. Would you? Would you change ever having me?”

Jisoo opened her mouth to say something but no words came out, giving Jimin the answer to his question without having to actually answer it. She didn’t know what to say, the words weren’t coming out and her silence stung Jimin. It made him realize so many things he wished weren’t true.

“I understand.” Jimin whispered, nodding slightly, and using his sleeves to wipe his tears away. He decided he couldn’t stay here now. It hurt to much to be in this house and look at his mother. He needed to leave. He took a deep breathe then began running to the front door.

“Jimin where are you going!?” Jisoo yelled, running after her soon who quickly slipped on his shoes that were sitting by the front door. He pushed the door open and ran out, ignoring Jisoo yelling at him to get back into the house. Jimin didn’t listen, running fast to get away from his house, turnning at the next block until he couldn’t hear his moms yells anymore.

He bent over a bit for a breath, eyes shut tight. For a short moment he began wondering if his mother would run after him. He hoped she would because maybe that meant she cared a little. So he waited for her. But after waiting a few seconds, heturned his heada bit to see his block and the sidewalk was empty, the door of his house shut. She didnt run after him. She let him go away and that thought stung him even more.

He had to go somewhere, he couldn’t stay in that house not after what His mother said to him. The only person he couldn think of was a tall brunette who spent every day of summer with him. Jungkook.

Jimin pulled out his phone from his sweatpants pocket, clicking on his texts with jungkook and scrolling up to where Jungkook sent him his address.

He repeated the address aloud, knowing exactly where it was.

Jungkook was the only person he could think of right now. He was the only one Jimin could trust. So Jimin ran.

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Jungkook finished moving back into his apartment pretty quickly. By the 1st day he was in, his furniture was still exactly how he left it. Well mainly because he bought the apartment with the furniture and tried to sell it with the furniture too. No one really bought the apartment yet so his furniture was all in place and they said he could have it back.

Most of what he had like dishes and stuff were actually still in the buildings storage. He never bothered to move those things out since anyway he had no where to put them. Jisoo definitely did not need them.

He was thankful to Jimin who helped him put all his bags and his into his car that he hardly ever used. After the car accident especially, he preferred to walk. Only occasionally did he drive.

He was alone now in his room, at 10 am thinking about the orange haired boy with the bright smile who he missed dearly. It didn’t make sense to him how he he just broke up with his girlfriend yet he didn’t even miss her, missing her son way more.

Jimin understood him and was with when his own girlfriend wasn’t. They understood each other and they enjoyed being around each other.

Jimin was the only thing he thought about since he moved out.

Jungkook remembers when he had his first real conversation with the boy. It was the third day of Jimin being back at the house. He had been ignoring Jungkook, hardly leaving his room at all because he was trying so hard to hate Jungkook. That day though, Jimin came out looking for his mother.

Jungkook told him that his mother was at work and he replied with “why doesn’t she just move in then?” causing Jungkook to erupt into laughter. He remembered thinking that Jimin was a funny kid he must have just had a hard time.

He felt bad about what he did the first night, with Jisoo. He kept Jimin, a 16 year old boy up all night in the most disgusting, vulgur way possible. Just at the time he was so mad at Jimin for not even giving him a chance he just wanted some way to make a point or something. But Jungkook regretted it he really did.

So he apologized. Jimin reluctantly forgave him and even smiled at him. Jungkook then realized that the boy was kind. He must have just gone through so much that of course he’d want to hate his mothers boyfriend. But he was a good kid. No one bad could possibly have a smile like Park Jimin’s.

He knew he cared for the younger, he knew he needed him around and that he missed him. But what did it all mean?

Jungkook decided to stop thinking about Jimin and just go to bed before it goes too far. He pulled his blanket over him and shut his eyes.

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Jimin finally made it to Jungkook’s apartment building. After a few seconds of regaining his breath and allowing him to breathe, Jimin walked in subtly, trying to sneak past the front desk where the security guard was asleep, half eaten donut in his hand and his hat low enough to hide his eyes. He got to the elevators and pressed level 5.

Jimin hoped Jungkook was awake. He needed his comfort. Needed him more than he needed anything else and it hurt him physically, emotionally, and mentally knowing he couldn’t have the other because the other wasn’t interested. Jungkook has shown no interest in him at all other than a friendly interest. But wasn’t enough for Jimin. He needed the other to hold him at night, to kiss him and call him beautiful.

But right now he just needed Jungkook to tell him it was going to be okay. His mother flat out said Jimin stole her life from her and if she had a choice she would change having him thinking about his mothers words brought the tears back into his eyes and he hated that he couldn’t blink them away.

The elevator dinged, signaling the door was opening. He rushed out the elevator, walking up to 517, Jungkook’s apartment number.

Jimin lifted his fist, hesitating to knock. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe Jungkook was asleep and Jimin would bother him. But he needed Jungkook. So he knocked quickly for a few seconds before moving his hand to pull his red cardigan over himself.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, hearing a knock on the door. He sluggishly turned his head over to his bedside alarm clock to check the time. Who would be knocking on his door at almost 1 in the morning? Jungkook groaned, throwing his blanket off him then languidly walking to his apartment door. He quickly rubbed his eyes with his fists before unlocking the door.

When he opened it he didn’t expect to see Jimin standing there. He blinked a few times then rubbed his eyes again to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

“Jimin?” He mumbled, voice a bit raspy from sleep.

He took more time to observe the younger boy. His hair was messy, cheeks flushed and tear stained. Eyes red and swollen, and glossy too.

“Have you been crying?” Jungkook asked,taking a step closer and cupping Jimin’s face in his hands, staring into his eyes. He was suddenly so worried and concerned about the other and he wanted to know who made him cry this way.

Jimin tried to blink the tears away, but when Jungkook’s touched his face he couldn’t hold it in. The first tear broke free the rest followed unstopping. A great tremor overtook him, gut-wrenching sobs tore through his chest and he felt like he could not breathe.

Watching the other cry this way set an uneasy feeling in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach. He felt his muscles tighten, tears began forming in his own eyes, watching Jimin’s tears stream down His pink cheeks like a never ending river.

“Come here,” Jungkook mumbled pulling the younger boy into his apartment then shutting the door behind him. He flicked on the light, wincing a little since his eyes were not used to it. It only took a few seconds for him to adjust, when he did turned to Jimin and embraced him in a tight hug, allowing the boy to cry onto his bare chest.

“Shh it’s okay, Im here baby…”

Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s hair, brushing his long fingers gently through the soft yet tangled orange strands.

He hated seeing Jimin cry like this, It hurt him so much. The younger should never cry, he didn’t deserve to be feel terrible like this. He deserved only happiness and smiles and Jungkook hated that Jimin was crying now because it meant he was hurt. Someone or something hurt him and Jungkook was not okay with it.

Protection. He felt like he needed to protect the younger. Needed to be his sheild.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, hugging in the middle of the living room with Jimin crying on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook noticed that Jimin’s sobs dialed down a bit, only soft whimpers escaping passed his trembling lips. The tremors stopped too, a good sign.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jungkook mumbled, pulling away from the hug but still keeping Jimin in his arms. The younger boy opened his eyes, a few remaining tears slipped and Jungkook used the pads of his thumbs to brush them away. They didn’t belong on a face like Jimins.

Jimin nodded in response to Jungkook’s question. Jungkook gently took Jimin’s hand, leading him to the black couch where they both sat down, facing each other.

“I’m sorry f-for just coming in all dramatic like I-i just n-n-needed to see you..” he mumbled with his head down, sniffling as he dried his wet cheeks with the sleeves of his cardigan.

“No no don’t apologize I’m happy you’re here. Tell me what happened who hurt you?” He asked, putting his hand on Jimin’s thigh.

“Mom she… we fought and she basicaly said that I’m the reason she cant Have a social life. She said she didn’t ask to have a kid at 16 a-and when I asked if she had the chance to go back and change having me w-would she… she didnt answer. She should have said n-no but she didn’t!”

“Oh baby I’m so sorry you fought with your mom I’m sure she didn’t mean that-“

“She did! She never cared about me like a mother should. I was home by myself for 2 whole days. I.. I missed you,” Jimin said in a small voice, lifting his head to look at Jungkook causing Jungkook’s heart to skip a bit.

“I missed you too Jimin. You can stay over tonight if you like.. let me get you some water.”

Jungkook stood up from the couch, opening his fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

Jungkook had made sure to do a little grocery shopping that morning. He didn’t really get a lot though just some water, cereal, milk, bread and peanut butter.

He walked back to where Jimin was on the couch, toying with the hem of his cardigan, bottom lip jutting out just enough to form a slight pout.

“Here drink some,” Jimin looked up, grabbing the water bottle from his hand feeling the icy temperature freeze into his skin. He twisted the cap and took a latge gulp of the water down. Somehow the cold water soothed his throat that was A little sore from choking out sobs.

“Thanks..” Jimin mumbled, closing the water bottle which was only a little emptier than before, hardly a quarter was gone.

“S-so I’ll sleep on the couch then-“

“Whoa do not be ridiculous. You were generous enough to let me sleep in your bed so you can sleep in mine with me tonight. Its big enough for the two of us.. I hope. Come on baby take off your shoes and lets get to bed its awfully late.”

Jimin didnt know what it was causing the eruption of butterflies in his stomach. Was it the fact that Jungkook was shirtless and he’d be seelping beside him again or that Jungkook had called him “baby” for the third time tonight.

Jimin’s been called baby many times. Specifically during sex but it never really had an effect on him. It always sounded wrong when others called him baby but coming out of Jungkook’s mouth it was perfect. He wanted Jungkook to always call him that. The way the older male said it, as if the name was reserved for him and him only made Jimin feel like he belonged to Jungkook and in all truth it was a pleasant feeling.

Jimin kicked off his shoes then following Jungkook to a door probably his room. When the door was opened, it revealed what indeed was Jungkook’s room which was definitely not what Jimin expected it to be.  A few Posters littered his grey colored walls, picture frames and little figurines stood on his shelf that stood Just beside Jungkook’s bed. His bed was a queen size like Jimin’s, with a ruffled turquoise blanket lying over it.

By the bed theere was a medium sized window that had a gorgeous view of Busans buildings at night.

He stepped in a little more, observing all the details of Jungkook’s life hat he didn’t get to see when he was living in his house. When he shared a room with Jisoo. It looked like a young males room, while Jimin expected it to be bland like all adults in his life were.

Jungkook’s room kind of looked like a teenagers room, Jimin decided. He could not get over how it was So different than what Jimin assumed his style would be like. For someone who was 23 and dated a 32 year old Trauma Surgeon you would believe that he’d be more classy and strict. But Jimin could clearly see the PS4 hooked up to the tv with a wireless, blue controller sitting on the floor beside it.

“Come Jimin,” Jungkook said, snapping Jimin out of his thoughts as he grabbed the youngers hand and gently pulled him to the direction of the bed , quickly flicking off the light on his way. Jungkook got in first so he could get the side of the wall, Jimin slipping under the covers only seconds after.

Jungkook pulled the other close until Jimin was pressed against his chest, wrapping his arms around the youngers thin torso. Jimin’s head just right under Jungkook’s, the older boy placing his chin on top Jimin’s orange hair. At the touch of Jungkook’s warm skin, Jimin grew goosebumps up and down his arms up until the nape of his neck.

Jungkook was holding him.

And it was the best feeling in the world.

“Goodnight Jiminnie..”

“Goodnight Jungkook.”

Jimin fell asleep quickly, never really being able to sleep so late, meanwhile Jungkook was enjoying his time holding the younger. He rubbed up and down Jimin’s back, listening to the soft snores leaving the small gape between Jimin’s plump lips. It happened to be the cutest sound he’s ever heard, other than Jimin’s giggles of course.

Suddenly, a text notification sound filled the room for a short second, a light from the phone grabbing Jungkook’s attention.

It was Jimin’s phone. He decided there was no harm in checking. Maybe it was Jisoo, worried about the other.

He let go of Jimin and leaned over him to the nightstand where Jimins phone sat. When he grabbed it,he pressed the home button and read the text silently.

Minho- hey cutie ;) missing you. Lets do it again soon okay? This time on an actual bed<3

He felt anger boil up inside him at the end of the text mixed in with jealousy. Something about it made him feel annoyed. He didn’t like the idea of anyone, especially that tool Minho touching Jimin at all.

His expression soured at the thought of the blondes hands and lips all over Jimin, his mind flashing back to the hickeys that were littered all over Jimin’s skin that had faded.

He can’t tell Jimin what to do. But he was selfish with the younger. He wanted Jimin all to himself.

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Upon waking up, Jimin curled into the warmth of another body. He rubbed the remains of sleep from his eyes with his fists, a hard toned chest was the only thing he could see. He was confused, not really remembering where he was or how he got there. Jimin tried to break free from the grip around his waist but it was of no use.

Suddenly, a whiff of a familiar scent of flowers entered Jimin’s nostrils and Jimin’s lips were pulled up into a grin. Jungkook.
That was the smell of Jungkook’s lotion which mean it was Jungkook holding him tight, and that was the best feeling in the world.

He brought his hand up to Jungkook’s bare chest, using his small fingers to draw little shapes on his skin gently. Other memories of last night began to flood his mind for example, how and why he got here in the first place. It caused his grin to falter for a second.
He didnt want to think of his mother though, not right now when he was in Jungkook’s bed, attached to his chest in a way that made Jimin never want to let go. So he pushed yesterday out of his mind and continued dragging his fingertips gently around Jungkook’s chest.

“That tickles,” Jimin heard the other mumble cause Jimin to jump slightly and move his hand back and his smile to fall. He didn’t know Jungkook was awake and he was slightly embarrassed, his cheeks turning a very bright shade of pink.

Jimin quickly covered his face with both his hands, knowing he looked like shit in the morning and he didn’t want Jungkook to see him that way.

“Why are you covering your face?” Jungkook asked in a tired voice that slightly leaked confusion, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I look bad in the morning.”

Jungkook scooted back on the bed a little so he could see Jimin’s face more and Jimin almost whined at the loss of Jungkook’s body warmth.
Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut for a second before he began to softly pry Jimin’s hands away from his face, revealing exactly what Jungkook expected; a beautiful Park Jimin.

Even in the morning with Jimins messy hair, puffy cheeks and swollen eyes Jungkook still thought he was beautiful.

“You don’t look bad in the morning..” Jungkook grinned, hooking his fingers under Jimin’s chin to lift the others head up. They made eye contact for a second before Jimin looked down again.

Jimin sat up on the bed at the same time that Jungkook leaned his head on the palm of his hand that was being supported by his elbow standing on the mattress.

Jungkook wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning with the younger in his arms looking that way. He didn’t understand where these new thoughts and feelings were coming from. First being protective, then jealousy, now never wanting Jimin to leave his side. Could it be possible.. no. He could not have feelings for Jimin. It just wouldn’t be right.

Maybe it was because he just he hadn’t seen the other in a few days and Jimin had a hard time with his mom. He was just trying to be there for him. Maybe that was it. Whatever these feelings were… they ‘d go away soon, Jungkook hoped.

“Do you feel okay?” Jungkook asked to which Jimin only offered back a small shrug. He didn’t really know how he felt. He knew he didn’t want to go home. He could not see his mother again, he didn’t want to.

“I don’t wanna see her,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around himself to offer himself some sort of comfort. “Do you miss her Jungkook?”

“Your mother?” He asked dragging his words a little, tilting his head to the side slightly in uncertainty and trying to get a better look of the youngers face. Jimin shifted under the intense gaze, feeling slightly stupid for asking the question in the first place.

“Yea..”

Jungkook pushed himself up into a sitting position like Jimin was in, dragging his tongue in between His lips while searching his brain for answer. Did he miss Jisoo? Not really. He hasn’t missed her at all. It kind of sounded heartless but he knew life was too short to wait around for someone who couldn’t properly commit to a relationship.

“No..No I don’t..” He hoped that answer would not bother Jimin since at the end of the day, Jisoo was his mother. Relationships and friendships start and end but family is an eternal thing. You can disown a family member, pretend they aren’t yours but at the end of the day, family still has the same blood running through each of their veins and that was unchangeable. The bond between and mother and her son especially is unchanging.

Jimin nodded a little. It was understandable to Jimin why Jungkook would not miss his mother. If he was in Jungkook’s position he was sure he would not miss Jisoo either.
Lucky for Jungkook though, he never has to see Jisoo again meanwhile Jimin lived with her and had to call her his mother.

The silence stretched causing tension to grow thicker. The two had no words to exchange but Jungkook could tell Jimin did not want to talk about how he was feeling, what he was feeling or anything related to the mother that said those things to him. So he changed the subject.
Yet even when he changed the subject, he regretted mentioning it in the first place. He shouldn’t pry and besides what Jimin does with other men was none of his business. Jimin said so himself a few weeks ago. And he was right. Whatever Jungkook was feeling should not be a reason for Jungkook to bring Minho up.

But he did anyway.

“So Minho texted you last night…” Jimin’s head shot up, confussion scribbled across his face as he wondered why after a few weeks would he get a text from Minho. They hardly spoken in a while, haven’t seen each other since they had sex it just did not seem to make sense to Jimin.
He turned his body over to the nighstand where his phone sat, stretching his arm to get his phone off it. His short fingers hardly reached it, havinb to lean even more forward to the point where half his body was pff the bed. When he secured his hold around the gadget, he pulled it to himself, unlocked his phone using his passcode then clicked onto his messages, Jungkook watching him intently the entire time.

When Jimin read the text, his stomach began to churn. Jungkook read this text as well and he didn’t like the thought of that. He cleared his throat, shutting off his phone without replying.

“Are you still seeing him?”Jungkook asked, Jimin could see he was clenching his jaw and his eyes were burning holes into his face. His hands were formed into fists and his lips were pressed flat, making Jimin nervous.

“N-no-“

“Good. I don’t want you hanging around him.”
Jungkook said in a stern voice that had Jimin narrowing his eyes in confusion. He thought they made it pretty clear that Jungkook was not going to tell Jimin who to see.

“Why not..”

“He’s a tool and he’s not good for you.”

Jimin studied Jungkook’s serious expression for longer, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable being here which was strange because He came here seeking comfort in the first place. He felt like he was being judged by Jungkook and he didn’t like the feeling. Jimin tore his gaze away and swallowed.

“Uh I think maybe I should get going.”

Jungkook realized after Jimin said that that he must have made the other uncomfortable by prying into his personal life. His eyes widened watching as Jimin threw the blanket off himsel and began making his way off the bed. Jungkook quickly grabbed Jimin’s wrist to restrain him from moving further.

“Wait.. I’m sorry,” he started, Jimin turning back around to look at Jungkook. “I just care about you a lot. And I know those kind of guys. He’s only gonna call you whenever his other fuckbuddies are busy, only using you for sex and you deserve more than that. He’s not a good guy I can tell.” Jungkook looked at Jimin with pleading eyes trying to get him to understand. Jealousy was pumping through his veins and he couldn’t help it but let it get the best of him.

“Yeah?” Jimin started. “And what kind of guy are you?”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered back and forth between Jimin’s, feeling like this question was some sort of test. But if it was a test then he was determined to pass with a truthfull, heartfeld answer.

“Not the kind who would use you like a toy, only hitting you up for a quick fuck. I’m not the type to forget you exist until I need something, then you’ll become relevant to me. I’m the kind who would never miss a day without texting you goodmorning or goodnight. Who would never dream of using you or lying to you because you’d mean too much to me to do that. I’m the kind of guy who’d love you for you not for your body, but I’d still give the best sex you ever had in your life cause Im just that awesome. I can make you laugh cause im a goofball and I’ll always be there for you. Im that kind of guy.”

Jimin couldn’t tell if Jungkook was saying all things directing it towards him or if he was just generally speaking. Jungkook also couldn’t tell what he meant by that. His emotions were everywhere and he couldnt sort them out because everytime he looked at Jimin, he became a mess.

Awkward silence stretched, the tension became thicker and uncomfortable for Jungkook, he cleared his throat.

“So.. just do me a favor and don’t see him. Please.”

“... okay.. I won’t.”

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They had breakfast in the morning and messed around the entire day. Jimin didn’t want to go back home just yet, knowing he’d be there alone with the thought of his careless mother purposely avoiding being in the house. He’d rather stay with Jungkook in his new… Well old apartment and have a lazy day with him.

They talked, played video games and even cooked lunch together, just chilling around the apartment until dinner time when Jungkook decided they should probably get out and eat at a restaurant or something. Jimin didn’t protest, he wanted to go out with Jungkook and spend more time with the other outside of his apartment or in Jimin’s hpuse which is where they spent most of their time. But he didn’t have good clothes to wear since he came to Jungkook’s house his pajamas.

Jungkook was kind enough to let Jimin borrow the smallest things he owned. Which though were small on Jungkook, were still large on Jimin.
When Jimin finished changing his clothes, Jungkook could not keep his eyes off the younger. He looked so hot in his clothes and Jungkook couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He kept trying to pushing the new thoughts of Jimin out of his mind and convince himself that the new feelings would go away. Yet No matter how many times he told his mind to turn off the thoughts of Jimin, they were still lurking in the back of his mind. He always recognized that the younger was an attractive male. He was cute and pretty that was no secret. Jungkook was attracted to him because guys like Jimin were just his type and that was no secret to Jungkook or anyone who knew him well in his history of past lovers. But jealousy, protectiveness, clinging, feel the need to love and hold forever. Those were brand new feelings that sparked recently and Jungkook didn’t know how to approach that.

It was like at one point this boy was meant to be his stepson but now Jimin is wearing Jungkook’s clothes and Jungkook wanted to rip them off. He didnt know how to push all this out of his mind but he knew he had to.

He was many things but he was not an idiot. He knew when he liked someone and all these feelings applied. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t like Jimin like that because it would never work. It wasn’t right to like someone after breaking up with their mother four days ago, not to mention they’re a minor who has to go to boarding school in a few weeks.There were so many things wrong with liking Jimin. And he was positive the other didn’t like him back. It wouldn’t make sense for him to.

Once Jungkook told Jimin he was deserving of love. And Jimin replied that love wasn’t what he was looking for.

“My friends are coming back tomorrow. You met them once remember? Yoongi, Tae, and Hoseok.”

“You mean thing 1 thing 2 and thing 3?” Jimin chuckled, finding it funny how Jungkook remembered that joke he made about his friends the first night the older boy met them. He could even hear Taehyung complaining about Yoongi being thing 1 over him.

“Yea them. Hoseok’s grandma lives here so he stays for a week or so in the beginning of summer and randomly comes to visit. Yoongi and Tae come sometimes too to see me. They’re coming tomorrow and we’re gonna go out or something.”
Jimin said, Jungkook humming in response.

The two were at a fast food American restaurant sitting at a two person table somewhere in the middle of the room, menues in their hands.
Jimin quite liked american food even though it was very fattening and he always felt gross afterwards.

A waitress soon stood in front of them wearing the classic uniform the other employees here world. A yellow polo shirt tucked into black jeans with an apron tied around her waist, hair pulled up tightly into a bun. She took their orders quickly then walking away , leaving the two alone again. “What happened to your friends Jungkook? I only saw them once.. under terrible circumstances.”

“Well,” Jungkook began as he shut his menu and placed it back down on the table.
“Namjoon and Seokjin are in business so they travel a lot together. I’ve known them since My freshman year in college. All three of us used to be roommates. I see them whenever they’re here but its not often that they are. Actually now that you mentioned I think they’re scheduled to come tomorrow also.”

What a coincidence that both their friends were coming on the same day. But Jimin was glad because it meant Jungkook wouldn’t be curled up alone on that lonely apartment of his that was painted in heartbreak.

“Good..someone to give you company while Im gone,” Jimin winked causing Jungkook to chuckle lightly. The waiter came back quickly with their drinks, setting them down on the table, both of them opening their drinks and taking short sips.

They’re food came shortly and they ate it all while conversing about random things. They both loved how easy it was to talk to each other, something they mentioned in their conversation.
Another thing that came up was how little time they have left to be around each other unil Jimin has to go back to boarding school. They had roughly about four weeks until Jimin was off to Seoul with his packed bags and Jimin realized they didn’t even have pictures together!

“Yah! We need selfies how else am I gonna remember your ugly fave when I go back to school?” Jimin teased, poking the older in the arm causing Jungkook to raise his eyebrows.
“Ugly? Excuse me? Do you see this face?” Jungkook replied, motioning his hand around his face. “Im a gucci model okay?” Jimin burst out in laughter at Jungkook’s words, Jungkook smiling upon hearing his favorite sound.

Jimin believed Jungkook could be a model if he wanted to. His face structure, cheekbones, jawline, eyes, lips, body… he had it all. In Jimin’s eyes the other was already a model, was already so beautiful.

“Come here mr.Gucci Model, lets take a picture.” Jimin pulled his phone out and pressed on the camera, holding the phone up while the two scootching closer to fit the frame. They first took a phone just smiling, then they made kissy faces, Next peace signs. They took maybe 20 pictures until they decided they were enough. Jungkook asked Jimin to send the pictures to him, which he did. When Jungkook recieved the pictures, he smiled, scrolling through them, picking his favorite and making it his screen saver. Now everytime he opened his phone he’d see Jimin’s cute puckered lips. Jimin watched Jungkook commit the action, his heart fluttering.

“I guess Ill have to go home after this,” Jimin said while shutting his phone off.. He took a small sip of whatever was left of his drink before placing the cold can back on the table then looked back up at Jungkook. Truthfully Jimin didn’t want to go back to an empty house. He loved being around Jungkook, his favorite place to be.

“Yea I guess…” Jungkook replied with a small sigh. He felt bad that Jimin was alone now. But he knew eventually Jimin had to go back home, he couldn’t be selfish with the younger and keep him all the time, even though he wanted to.
And he had to push his feelings away.

“Lets take a walk first..”

Jungkook paid for Jimin’s food and Jimin was angry about it, insisting he paid Jungkook back and if he had his wallet with him he would have been able to pay for his own food. Jungkook repeatedly told Jimin it was not an issue. Although it kind of was But Jungkook didnt want to make the other feel bad. Now that he wasn’t with Jisoo anymore, he needed a job to pay his rent and other things. He only had a little money left from what he could gather and it definitely was not enough.

But what Jimin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
When the two were done at the restaurant they both began to walk outside. It was already dark, just about eight o clock. The stars were out and just above them sat a crescent shaped moon in the sky, looking down on at them. They walked slowly in silence beside each other until Jungkook decided he wanted to break it, opening his mouth to speak. But before Jungkook could say anything, a chime that resembled the sound of Jimin’s text notifications, sliced through the silence.

Jimin quickly took his phone out of his pocket to check his text, immediately frowning upon reading it. It was a text from Minho asking him for an answer to his suggestion. Jimin just blankly stared at the screen not knowing what to respond or if he should even respond at all. Upon seeing the other stare at his phone for so long,Jungkook sneeking a peek at the others phone.

Minho again? Jungkook was angry. The jealousy that flushed away earlier that day flooded back into him and he couldn’t keep his feelings in check.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes and grabbing Jimin’s attention. The younger looked up from his phone with a confused expression, not seeing that Jungkook had sneakily read the text.

“What?” He mumbled noticing the annoyed grin across Jungkook’s face as he stared ahead of them.

“Nah nothing. Just wondering why you haven’t blocked his number yet.”

“Why would I block his number?” Jimin asked, shutting his phone off and slipping it into his pocket. Jungkook was acting strange. Jimin couldnt understand why the older even cared.

“Because I asked you not to talk to him anymore.”

“No… you asked me not to see him and Im not seeing him. Jungkook whats actually wrong here you’re acting strange..”
for a moment Jimin thought there could only be one actual reason Jungkook was acting this way but it was way too far fetched. There was no way Jungkook was jealous because Jimin knew Jungkook didn’t feel the same way about him.

“Im just not okay with this Jimin!” Jungkook said in a raised voice as his movements came to a halt on the sidewalk. Jimin stopped walking too to look at Jungkook who was turning red in the face with a confused expression. “First its talking then fucking Then you’re gonna catch feelings and its gonna be reciprocated because guys like him don’t look for relationships. He’s gonna break your heart Jimin..”

Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. How could Jimin like another guy when he was sure the only person he could ever have feelings for was Jungkook? Minho didn’t even compare to Jungkook and Jimin quickly grew angry at how ignorant and oblivious the other was. How couldn’t he see that Jimin had feelings for him and him only!?

“I can’t catch feelings for him if I already have feelings for someone..”
Something in Jungkook’s eyes changed but only for a second. His tense body loosened a bit, his shoulders falling slightly while staring at Jimin, trying to read through the lines. Jimin on the other hand was looking around to see if anyone walking on the street was looking at their dramatic scene.

“You have feelings for someone? Who…? Is it someone from boarding school? t’s Yoongi isn’t it I knew it the minute I walked in on you two-“

“No its not Yoongi-“

“Hoseok Then right? Or Taehyung-“
At that exact moment, Jimin snapped, tired of Jungkook cutting him off. How could Jungkook not see what was right in front of him? How could he be so caring, sweet, kind, observant and smart but unable to realize who Jimin was falling for? Anger boiled up in Jimin’s chest as he exploded, cutting Jungkook off.

“You! You idiot! I like you Jungkook!”

Jungkook stared at him blankly, eyes slightly wider than they already were. He gulped, staring at Jimin who was fuming, face red from his neck to the tip of his ears. Did he hear Jimin correctly?

“W-what?”

Jimin suddenly regretted ever saying those words outloud. He shut his eyes and let out a long sigh, thinking it was now or never. He had Jungkook’s full attention and there was no going back.
“I like you Jungkook. Not just as a friend okay? I like you.” He said in a smaller voice, looking down at Jungkook’s shoes.
He was terrified his confession would change their friendship forever, but he couldn’t hold the words in.
“You like me?” Jungkook asked in a smaller voice, his eyes were kept on Jimin who was nodding in response to his question.

“No you don’t. You Dont like me.” Jungkook stated in a stern voice as if that was his decision to make. As if he could suddenly decide Jimin’s feelings for him which angered the younger to an extent.
Why was he telling him what to feel? Why was Jungkook disregarding Jimin’s feelings?

“I do... I like you a lot Jungkook okay?”
“No!” The taller yelled startling the orange haired boy who jumped back a little in surprise.
“No you don’t. Because it will never work. We will never be together,” Jungkook felt his heart crack as he said those words. He didn’t want to. He wanted to pick Jimin up, spin him around then kiss him before he told the younger he liked him too. But he couldn’t. It was wrong and he knew Jimin knew that. So he was doing what was best.

“Why not…? You don’t know that-“

“No Jimin I do. You’re a junior in highschool, almost 17. That makes you still a minor I could get arrested. I broke up with your mother just four days ago! And you go to boarding school soon it just… we don’t work Jimin! God I wish You never told me that you liked me-”

“What am I supposed to do!? I can’t control that I have feelings for you! And I know somewhere in you, you feel something for me. You held me last night, you get jealous of Minho and I and asked me not to see him anymore! You care about me too..”

By then, people around the street were slowing down in their tracks, trying to subtly circle around the two, watching their scene. Jungkook noticed but he didn’t care. This was all wrong, He was meant to push away his feelings for Jimin and Jimin was never meant to like him. Now Jimin just complicated things!
“I was just trying to protect you before you make a huge mistake Jimin!”
Jungkook was so caught up in his frustration he didn’t notice the uninvited tears sliding down Jimin’s cheeks, the younger sniffling slightly.
It felt like his heart was being torn out of his chest, he really thought he had a chance with Jungkook but the other was making it clear that the answer was no.

Jimin tasted the bitterness in his mouth a little more, heart aching as he stared at Jungkook whose notrils flared. “Tell me Jungkook… do you like me back? Even a little?” He said just above a whisper but loud enough for Jungkook to hear, looking up at Jungkook through his wet lashes. Some part of him needed to ask, the part of him that hoped Jungkook felt something, anything.

Jungkook wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell Jimin that he did like him and tell him that they could work but he knew it wasn’t and couldn’t work that way. He was an adult and Jimin was in highschool.
“No. I don’t. You’re just a friend to me and I’ve never seen you that way. You shouldnt see me that way either.” Jimin felt a pang in his chest, more tears slipped down his cheeks involuntarily. Jungkook felt like a knife pushed through his abdomen watching Jimin cry like that. He never wanted to hurt to boy but it was for the best. They wouldn’t work and Jungkook had to put a stop to this before They both made a mistake they’d regret.

Jungkook had to push his newly discovered feelings for Jimin away and Jimin had to forget his feelings for Jungkook. The only way to do that was like this, even if it hurt Jungkook to say those words and hurt Jimin to hear them.
Jimin never knew rejection could hurt so bad.

“R-right.. why would a guy like you ever like a thing like me?” He whispered, looking down while wiping his tears with the sleeves of Jungkooks long sleeved shirt. Jungkook’s heart clenched, knowing Jimin was probably thinking he was unattractive or other terrible thoughts about himself because thats just how Jimin was. He blamed himself for everything and Jungkook knew he hurt Jimin. He wanted to cry hard, he wanted to hold Jimin and tell him they’d be okay but he knew he couldn’t. They could not be more than friends.

“No.. Jimin thats not what I mea-“

“I should go..” he sniffled, turning around and walking away from Jungkook. He wanted to yell for Jimin to come back but the words weren’t leaving his mouth. He stood there watching Jimin leave him, and when the other was no where to be seen, Jungkook let the tears in his own eyes, spill down his cheek. He might have just lost Jimin forever.

He looked around at the crowd who was staring at him like he was a monster. He felt pressured under all the stares of people who were judging him in their heads, so he began to walk a little fast to the direction of his apartment while trying to blink the rest of his tears away.

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Taehyung,Yoongi, and Hoseok were standing in front of Jimin’s room door, ready to burst in and surprise the younger with their presence.
Taehyung silently giggled causing Yoongi to roll his eyes a little. The brunette twisted the door knob and burst into the room.
“Jiminnie- oh…” Taehyung’s yelling stopped when he saw his best friends position. Jimin was curled up in bed with a box of tissues, sobbing into his pillow. When he saw his friends at the door, he gasped, biting his bottom lip to muffle his whimpers and covering his face with a pillow so his friends would not see him like that.

They all looked at each other confused and nervous. “Jiminnie Whats wrong are you alright?” Taehyung asked, rushing over to Jimin’s bed, hopping on it next to Jimin, the boy only pushing his face further into the blanket.

“Nothing..” he replied slightly muffled by the blanket, sniffling a second after which The boys heard. Hoseok closed the door before he and Yoongi walked towards where Taehyung was, standing behind him.

“Why are you crying Jimin?” Yoongi asked, frowning.

“Im n-not.”

Taehyung looked up at the boys as if to ask them if they knew what happened but, both of them only shrugged. They knew they could not just leave the boh like this. Taehyung, determined, asked again.
“Jimin come on… we’re your friends we’re here for you. Talk to us..”

Jimin took a deep and shaky breath, uncovering himself with the blanket and sitting up. He looked terrible. Pale, eyes bloodshot with purple bags outlining them, his lips chapped and his hair a total mess. Was that even his shirt? Taehyung knew the others wardrobe inside and out and he had no shirt like that.
“I don’t want you guys to judge me..” he mumbled, rubbing his swollen and tired eyes with his curled fists.
Hoseok sighed, sitting on Jimin’s bed next to Taehyung, Yoongi pulling out Jimin’s desk chair and setting it in front of the bed so he could see the younger clearly without having to stand up.

“We would never judge you.” Hoseok stated, placing a hand on Jimin’s knee for comfort. “You’re our friend and we care about you. Tell us whats up.”

Jimin looked up and scanned each of his friends concerned faces, letting out a sigh. He had been meaning to tell his friends about Jungkook for some time but every time he tried, he just couldnt. He was so afraid his friends would judge him for having a crush on his mothers boyfriend which is why he didn’t tell them for so long. When his mom and Jungkook broke up he felt more comfortable telling them but he never brought himself up to doing it. But now he needed to talk to someone. Normally his go to would be Jungkook but clearly that was not gonna work out.

“I have a c-crush on Jungkook..”

“Jungkook?” Taehyung asked. “As in your mothers boyfriend who you hated?”

Jimin was about to tell his friends that it wasn’t like that anymore. The circumstances changed. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could Yoongi spoke.

“You’re crossing a line Jimin. He’s your mom’s boyfriend, you can’t be with him,” he said sternly, earning a smack on the arm from Hoseok for being too harsh. Yoongi glared at the boy before looking back at Jimin.

“Actually he and my mom broke up..”
They all got quiet for a second until Taehyung cut through the silence. “You have explaining to do.”

Jimin told them everything. From the remote fight that turned into a tickle arguement, to the dinner which he met Minho when Jungkook came and interrupted them. He told them about how his mom left them for ten days and how they got closer and got to know each other more. He didn’t forget the part where his mother was a total bitch and didn’t call Jungkook once. Jimin told them about how in those ten days, he trusted Jungkook more than his own mother and the other was really there for him.

They listened carefully at Jimin’s stories, up to the part about when they slept in Jimins bed together, holding each other after Jimin cried to the part when Jungkook told him his life story at the cafe, leading up to the past two days.
His mothers argument with him which led him to Jungkook’s apartment, them holding each other close. Back to Minho texting him all the way up to dinner last night where he confessed his feelings for Jungkook and Jungkook rejected him.

To the boys, it didn’t make sense. The jealousy, the trust, the protective side of Jungkook were all signs of liking someone so why had he rejected Jimin?

“Maybe he rejected you because it can’t happen Jimin.”

“Yoongi!” Taehyung said, hesd shooting over to the older boy and telling him to shut up without actually saying it. “No It’s true he needs to hear it.” Yoongi protested.

“Jimin you’re only 16 and he is a 23 year old adult who is going to law school. You’re going back to boarding school in a month until next summer. You’re a minor and he could get into serious trouble. Not to mention he’s your moms ex and how do you think she’ll react when she figures out her son was in a relationship with her ex boyfriend! She won’t be happy about Jimin dating Jungkook and her finding out is inevitable until he is 18 and moves out.”

Jimin frowned, looking down at where he was toying with the hem of Jungkook’s shirt that he didn’t want to take off. It smelled like the flowers Jungkook always smelled like and it comforted him even after he was rejected. He knew Yoongi was right. He knew the two shouldn’t be together, yet still Jimin didn’t care. He didn’t care about age or his mom or anyone, he wanted Jungkook and he didn’t care what the consequences were.

“Yea.. yea you’re right.” He mumbled, his voice waivering a little.
Jimin knew needed a distraction, a change. He his head over to his mirror feeling like he couldn’t even look at himself anymore. His look was getting old and he needed to change it some how.
He felt like he needed to do something different.
Like he just had to go and do something bold like maybe get another piercing or…

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, running his fingers through his orange hair and let out a determined sigh. He stood up from his bed and walked over to his closet to pull out a pair of adidas, slipping them on quickly.
“Where are you going?” Hoseok asked, all their eyes following every one of Jimin’s movements curiously. He finished tying his shoes then stood up, facing his friends.

“Im gonna go dye my hair silver.”

Chapter Text

“Jungkook!? Why do you look like a zombie?” Jin asked, pushing the others apartment door open so he and Namjoon could enter Jungkook’s home.
Jungkook didn’t reply, just walking into the kitchen, letting them follow. He hadn’t slept last night, the feeling of hurting Jimin stung him like a bee sting, will take time to heal.

Even then Jungkook was sure it would take forever to heal because the feeling of hurting Jimin the way he did was too much to just forget.
The other probably hated him so much.

“Im just tired.” He mumbled shutting the door behind Namjoon and Jin, turning around after and leaning his back against the white door.
Namjoon was already sitting on the couch while Jin was still standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
“You can go days without sleeping and still not look like that. You were crying. Why?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook bit his bottom lip, staring at his bare feet. He wanted to tell them but he knew what answer he would get from his friends.
But these guys were his brothers. They were there for him through everything and He had to tell them what was on his mind. Besides, he knew Jin would not leave him alone until he spilled the tea.

He let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead.
“You remember Jisoo’s son, Jimin?”

“Hickey boy? Yep.” Jin replied earning a glare from Jungkook. He never wanted to be reminded of how that blemish looked on Jimin’s pure skin.

“Didn’t you break up with Jisoo?” Namjoon pointed out and Jungkook nodded in response.

“Well we decided to stay friends after the breakup because he’s a good kid and we both have no one so I thought it would be nice to stay friends with him. But lately Ive been developing these new feelings for him and I tried to push them away. I know it’s inappropriate. Im an adult, he’s still a kid. I was meant to marry his mom and be his stepdad. I thought I could push them away in a few days and I knew there was no way he felt something for me. But yesterday we went out for dinner and he confessed to me…”

He looked up for a reaction from his friends but they just stared at him with a blank face. He was expecting them to tell him he was being inappropriate and he should never grow feelings for a minor. He was expecting a scolding or something but it never came. He took their silence as a sign to continue.

“I knew it was wrong. It could never work it’s not supposed to be this way. So he asked me if I felt the same way and I said no. I told him I never felt anything for him and that he was just a friend. Should have seen the look on his face. He was trembling, crying I felt so terrible because I lied to him and because I broke his heart. He’s only 16 I-I… he probably hates me and he’s so sensitive I don’t know what to do. I care about him so much.” He whispered the last part, blinking away the tears that formed in his eyes when the image of Jimin from last night reappeared in his mind.

“Of course he’d be broken he’s a kid. But Jungkook.. I think you did the right thing. You two can’t be together.. at least not for another two years. Its illegal and morally wrong since you were literally dating his mother only a week ago. How do you think she’d feel?” Namjoon asked, raising his eyebrows.
It was a rhetorical question Jungkook was not meant to actually answer.
But he could already hear Jisoo yelling curse words at him in his head.

“Yah Namjoon-ah Jungkook likes this boy. Clearly it’s hurting Jungkook a lot to know he broke this kids heart can’t you be a little more sympathetic?” Jin asked, turning to face namjoon who only raised his hands in defense.
“Look Jungkook. You’ve only known him for a short period of time. He’s going to boarding school right? You’ll never see him. Keep these little things in mind. I can’t tell you what to feel or who to feel for but think it through. And Maybe you should talk to this kid and apologize. At least do that much. But don’t be sad okay? Give him time and give yourself some time.”

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“Whoa…” Yoongi huffed, staring at Jimin wide-eyed mouth slightly parted. The stylist just finished blowdrying his hair and the three boys stared at the unrecognizable, once orange haired boy. The orange hair gave him a cute look but the silver made him look ethreal; kind of like royalty.

“So? Do I look okay?” Jimin asked with his eyes still closed, afraid to look at himself. He’s dyed his hair many times but never ever did something this outgoing. He’s had different shades of brown, black, red, orange. But a color like silver? He was nervous.
“You look..” Taehyung started, not continuing because he couldn’t find the words to describe Jimin’s look now.

Jimin opened his eyes, taking the small hand mirror they hair stylist handed to him with a large smile. While looking at the woman who spent time dying his hair, Jimin could tell she was very pleased with her work which comforted him a little.
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, bringing the mirror up to his face and gasping when he saw himself. He looked… amazing. He almost couldn’t recognize himself as he turned his head to all different angles while facing the mirror.

A small smile grew on his face before he let out a happy giggle. He loved this new hair color and he really felt good about himself.
Jimin turned to the young lady who did his hair and thanked her as he stood off the chair.

“No problem sweetheart. Good hair color choice! You could be a model!” She giggled, pulling on two sides of her black ponytail to tighten it then dropping her hands down to her hips.
Jimin looked at her with completely baffled at her words. A model? Him? That was the first time he had ever heard such a compliment to him from anyone.
“She’s right Jimin.. you look… wow.” Hoseok chuckled, still not being able to take his eyes of Jimin like the other two. Jimin blushed, handing the mirror back to the stylist who waved goodbye as she walked away. Jimin couldn’t stop smiling even after they walked out of the salon.

Jimin noticed more people were staring at him in awe than normal while he walked down the sidewalk.No one has ever stared at him the way they did today as they were walking outside back to Jimin’s house. He blushed hard under the eyes of strangers which didn’t go unnoticed by his best friends either.
“Shit Jimin seems like the whole world agrees, everyone is looking at you.” Taehyung chuckled, patting his best friends back.

Jimin looked down at his feet a small grin grown across his cheeks. “You know what we should do? We should go to a party this week. Does Jungkook follow you on instagram?” Taehyung asked to which Jimin nodded curiously. What did a party and Jungkook following him have to do with each other?

“Yes okay we should go to a party, find you a hot guy to fuck, post a picture with him and show that asshole Jungkook what he’s missing.”
The mention of Jungkook’s name made Jimin’s small disappear and his heart hurt. For a short moment he forgot about the heartbreak the other caused him. Just for a moment he felt good until Taehyung said his name and he suddenly reviewed the events of yesterday, of every touch, every laugh, every smile he shared with the other. It was playing back in his mind like a movie he couldn’t press pause on.

Jimin’s never had a real crush before. He also never had someone who understood him how Jungkook did. Even his best friends didnt understand him how Jungkook did. They never lost someone they cared about. They never felt alone the way he and Jungkook did. Jimin felt like the memory of yesterday just carved a large, cavernous hole in his heart that can on be filled by Jungkook. Unfortunately he was not even an option now.

“L-lets just get back.”

It was around 11pm that Jisoo came home. Jimin was sitting with his legs crossed on the living room couch, a blue blanket over him and a bowl of cereal sitting on his lap. He was watching Princess and The Frog on his tv, staring with a strong interest. Yoongi had decided to sleep at his place tonight but the other was so tired from the trip here that he already crashed on Jimin’s bed.

It had been 3 days since he last saw his mom. 3 days since their fight and truthfully he didn’t care anymore. He learned to come to terms with the fact that his mother was a careless bitch. It was okay because in a couple months he’d be 17 then he’d only have to wait one year until he could leave her and live on his own.

He was so focused on the movie, chewing his cereal he didn’t even notice the front door opening. Jisoo upon seeing her son grew angry. She threw her keys onto the table and stomped over to Jimin, startling the younger who almost spilled his cereal.
He looked at her blankly while she was turning red in the face, arms crossed over her chest.

“So? Where were you huh? You know how much you had me worried? And what the hell did you do to your hair!? Do you want to go bald? How many times did I tell you hair bleach is not good for yo-“

“If you were so worried you have bothered to text or call me but you didn’t. And my hair is on my body. I wanted to dye it so I did.”

She opened her mouth to say something but shut it quickly, huffing through her nostrils. “And where were you staying the past couple days?”

“Yesterday I slept in my bed, you would know if you bothered to check. And the night before I stayed over at Jungkook’s-“

“JUNGKOOK!?” She yelled, leaning forward a little causing Jimin to flinch then groan in annoyance.
Why was his mother so annoying and immature!?
“Shh! Yoongi is sleeping! And yes Jungkook. He let me stay with him.”

“I forbid you to ever see him again do you understand me? As far as you and I both know, he never existed.” What was with adults trying to decide things for other people!? first jungkook tries to decide his feelings towards him, and now his mom is trying to force his memory of Jungkook out as if it was so easy. He didn’t get it.

But truly, he wished Jungkook never existed. Then maybe this would hurt less than it did right then.
“He’s my.. friend. A-and he’s been there for me more than you ever have so don’t me what to do. Can’t act like he is the devil when you were the one putting him through hell.” Jimin turned off the tv and walked past his mother to put his bowl in the sink.

Suddenly the image of Jungkook, shirtless, washing the dishes there flashed in his mind and his heart ached for what felt like the thousand time.

“How dare you talk about me like that Jimin! Cant you see I care about you and I love you? I’m just working okay? What’s wrong with bringing money to this house-“

“Whats wrong is that no doctor stays at work from 6am to 12am everyday! You’re either at the hospital loitering or you’re hiding something from me and using work as an excuse.” He spat.

She walked up to him and cupped his cheeks forcing Jimin to look at her.
“What happened to you Jimin-ah. You were never like this..” She whispered, looking back and forth between Jimin’s eyes but he only stared blankly back at her.

“I’ve just grown up enough to finally see what was right in front of me all along.” He gentlry grabbed her wrists and moved them away from his face before walking past her to enter his bed room. Upon entering, he could hear Yoongi’s soft snores, slightly grinning when hearing the cute sounds. The lights were off but thankfully the Christmas lights gave off enough for him to find his bed without tripping. His bed was pushed to the wall, Yoongi naturally needing a solid surface beside him was already sleeping by it. Jimin carefully snuck into his side of the bed, Yelping a little when Yoongi’s arm almost instinctively wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer.

He was pressed against Yoongi’s bare chest, ear to where his heart was, hearing every calm beat. Jimin gulped. It wasn’t the first time Yoongi and Jimin slept this close. They’ve had sex numerous times and ended up sleeping like this in each others beds. Normally he found Yoongi’s hold comforting. Even though they werent a couple, Yoongi never did anything Jimin didn’t want him to do or was uncomfortable with. He always held him like he was fine china, kissed him like he was a million dollars. He shoukd be fine with something this normal.

But it felt wrong.
He found himself stuck in his thoughts, comparing Yoongi’s hold and Jungkook’s. Yoongi didn’t hold him as close as Jungkook did. Yoongi didn’t play with his hair the way Jungkook did. Yoongi wasn’t as strong as Jungkook, his body not as warm as Jungkook’s.

Yoongi didn’t feel like home the way Jungkook did.

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“What should I say…” Jungkook asked himself, staring at his phone where he had Jimin’s and his messages opened. It had been 2 days since their scene on the street. A full 2 days and Jungkook was internally shutting down.
He let out a sigh. Now or never, he thought. His hands trembled slightly as he began to type his message to Jimin.

He typed.. then deleted. Then typed again.. then deleted. It repeated that way for a long time until Jungkook finally got out a message he thought was fine enough to send.

——Hey Jiminnie. Its been two days since last spoke. I miss you. Please forgive me. I just wanna talk if thats okay…-JJK

He sent. After a few minutes of staring at the screen, anxiously waiting for a reply, he began to worry. Jimin always replied to his texts quickly, not even waiting a full minute. It made him nervous so he began to type again.

——You dont have to talk to me. But I’d like it if we could. I hate the way we left things… -JJK

His leg began to bounce impatiently, teeth gnawing at his bottom, eyes refusing to leave his phone. The couch he was sitting on suddenly began to feel like a cage.
Maybe just one more text, he decided.

—— Please Jimin. I miss you so much, Talk to me. I hope youre alright -JJK

He decided that was enough. He didn’t want to seem more desperate than he was. But he was really desperate. Pushing Jimin to talk was definitely not a good idea, and sending too many texts would probably only annoy Jimin.

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2 days. Its been 2 days, Jimin reminded himself. Two days since he got rejected By Jungkook. Jimin was in bed, wrapped in his blanket to protect him from the cold air of the house. His room was the coldest in the house which normally he didn’t mind because cuddling up in a blanket was one of his favorite things to do. The TV was on, a kdrama Hes never seen before was playing. There was a bowl of cheeto puffs sitting on his lap because what was a show without a snack?

Unfortunately this was his life now without Jungkook. He would hang out with his friends but today they were all visiting family members that they had in Busan so Jimin was alone today.
He watched the screen in concentration until he was distracted by his phone ringing. Who was texting him? He decided to just leave it and check it later. But then it rang two more times and by then he grew too curious, eyebrows furrowed as he stared in the direction of his phone He put the bowl down on the nightstand before reaching over to the other side of his bed to where his phone layed. He grabbed his phone from the other side of the bed, unlocking his phone and clicking messages. His eyes widened when he saw Jungkook’s name.

He hesitantly clicked the message, gulping nervously.
When he was done reading, he felt a pang in his chest. Jungkook said he missed him. He said he wanted to talk. He rapidly typed out the word “yes,” his thumb hovering over the send button, debating on whether or not to press it. But truthfully, despite how much he missed Jungkook, he wasn’t ready to see him just yet. He wasn’t ready to face him and he knew that so he deleted the word.

He hesitantly began to type his new message back.

——Im not ready to talk..-PJM

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“Its our last day In Busan! And we are going to a party I don’t care about your objections!” Hoseok said pointing at all 3 boys who were sitting on Hoseoks bed.

Four days since Jimin has seen Jungkook. His heart hurt a little less now. But every time he saw something that reminded him of The older, his heart ached an unbearable pain nothing in the world could fix.

There is no cure for a broken heart.

“Where?” Yoongi asked.
“Well if you all have your fake ID’s I got you then theres this club thats having a huge summer bash. 21 and up, very exclusive but I can get us in. Come on!!” He whined after Taehyung, Yoongi and Jimin gave him a look. A club? Jimin wasn’t sure. He wasn’t really down to party, still upset about losing Jungkook 4 days ago.

“Uh I dont know you guys…” Jimin mumbled, rubbing his arm awkwardly. But Hoseok wasn’t taking no for an answer. He grabbed Jimin by the shirt, pulling him up from the bed and violently shaking him.
“You will come with us Park Jimin.” Jimin giggled, swatting at Hoseoks hands so the other would let him go. Finally hoseok placed him back on the bed next to Yoongi.

“yea come on Jimin. You need to get out more. Remember what Tae said? Get a new guy and show Jungkook what he’s missing!”

But the problem was, that isn’t what Jimin wanted. He didn’t want to show Jungkook anything other than that his feelings for him were genuine and that he wanted to be with him. That was the only thing he wanted to show Jungkook. But he agreed anyway, knowing his friends wouldn’t give him much of a choice.

“Fine whatever…”

“Yayyy We’ll pick you up at 9 now go home and get your best clothes on!”

And Jimin did. But he wouldn’t consider these his best clothes. After showering he put on anwhite long sleeved tshirt that covers his knuckles, a black jean jacket which had the sleeves cut off and black tight jeans to match. His jeans had huge rips on his thighs and one large slit right under his left ass cheek.

He went to the bathroom to fix himself up, blowdrying his hair in a way that his forehead showed. He applied dark eyeshadow above his eyelids just to make his eyes pop, the grey contacts he had in perfectly matching his silver hair. He put a little gloss on his lips just a little so his lips didnt look dry and decided he was done.

He put his phone and money in his jeans pocket then walked out his room.

“Jimin honey?” He jumped upon hearing his moms phone. It was only 8:30 why was his mom home?
He turned his head to the kitchen where his mom was pulling vegetables out of the fridge.

“Mom? What are you doing home?” He asked watching as She shut the fridge, staring Jimin up and down in confusion.
Her eyes landing on his brand new hair color that she had totally forgotten about and truly was not content with. But she didn’t say anything else about it because she knew her and Jimin were already not at a good place.

His hair colors were always natural in a way, he’s never done something like this. He almost forgot he had to ask his mom before doing something this drastic but frankly he didn’t care. He stopped asking his mom for things quite some time ago.

“U-um.. so where are you going? I came home early today. I thought we could have dinner together.” She smiled. Jimin almost scoffed. It wss nice of his mother to do that but she was a little too late.

“Sorry I have plans with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Tae. They’re leaving tomorrow so I wanna spend time with them before they go. Maybe next time.” Jimin tried to avoid the disappointment pooling in her eyes as her lips formed an o shape. She nodded, grinning a sad grin as she began to pick up the vegetables she just took out and placing them back inside the fridge. For a moment Jimin felt bad. But he had push that thought away. It was too late for her to try and make things up to him with a simple dinner.

He stared at her a little longer, debating if he should change his plans to stay here with his mom. But a text he got from hoseok telling him we was outside in his car snapped him out of it.

He uttered a short bye, not waiting for his mom to answer. Instead he rushed to the door and left, shutting it after himself.
He saw a black car in the drive way and if he squinted penough he could even see Hoseok through the windsheild, in the drivers seat. He had almost forgotten about Hoseok having his license. Taehyung and Yoongi were in the back from what he could see while walking up to the car so he decided to sit in the front with Hoseok.
When he opened the car and sat down on the sit his friends began to cheer for him.

“W-what?” He chuckled.

“You look hot Jimin! Ugh we are so gonna get you a man tonight!” Taehyung exclaimed, fist ppung the air but ending up accidentally punching the roof of the car.

“Ow!” He yelled, holding onto his fist, all of them bursting out in fits of laughter at their friends silliness. When they calmed down from laughing, Hoseok pulled out of the driveway and began the road to wherever it was they were going.

“Whose car is this anyway?” Yoongi mumbled, scrolling through twitter on his phone.

“My grandmas. She doesnt use it though because she prefers the bus so it just sits in the garage. Its a pretty sweet ride though for a grandmas car.” Hoseok replied to which Yoongi just hummed.

Taehyung’s phone was connected to the bluetooth, he was searching for songs to play which took him a few minutes until he finally created a good playlist. “Place is 40 minutes away, gonna need to listen to something,” he said before pressing play. They blasted the music with the windows down but they were all pretty silent themselves, Hoseok apparently didn’t like people talking while he was driving because then he’d feel inclined to contribute to the conversation which would distract him.

Jimin let the wind blow through his hair and face as he stared out the window, of course thinking about Jungkook. Taehyung said tonight they’d find him a man. Truthfully though he didn’t want to find a man. The only man he needed was Jungkook. And if He couldnt have Jungkook he didnt want anyone.

They got their sooner than expected, it was already 10 and you could feel the vibration of music and hear it well from outside. The bouncer asked for their ID’s which they gave, obviously their fake ones that Hoseok had made for all of them last year.

The man was really tall, had to be at least 6.5, a black shirt sticking to his broad chest and muscles lie second skin. Jimin was slightly intimidated, hiding behind Yoongi as they all handed him their IDs after waiting in a line for 15 minutes.

He studied their ID’s and Jimin gulped, afraid he’d know they were fake. But thankfully, they were let in and Jimin let out a big breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. When they stepped into the club, the music was louder, many people were around dancing, drinking. Jimin Giggled in excitement as he looked around the large room. They moved further into the place, looking around.

“See? Told you guys it would be a cool place!” Hoseok yelled loud enough to be heard over the music. Jimin noticed a bar in the back of the room, pointing at it to his friends who gave him a smirk and a nod. It was like he read their minds. They pushed their way through the crowd trying to get to the bar.

When they were close enough for Jimin to make out faces, he froze.

“G-guys,” he said, the boys stopping mid-track to look at Jimin.
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows “whats wrong?” He asked turning his head over to where Jimin was staring.

One pink haired male next to another golden skinned man with dimples by the bar, both laughing at something on the pink haired guys phone.

Namjoon and Seokjin… Jungkooks friends from that night. Jimin didn’t remember which named belonged to which face but he remembered the way they looked.

“Those are Jungkooks best friends…” Jimin, heart beating a little faster as he looked around for Jungkook who could possibly be here too.

“Wait no way. You think Jungkook is here too?” Taehyung asked to which Hoseok shook his head.
“Nah theres no chance. That’s too weird and coincidental to be true.”

Jimin nodded, trying to reassure himself. He dried his sweater palms on his jeans and tried to breathe steadily so his heart beat would stop racing. “You’re right. Theres no way Jungkook is here,” Jimin said, nodding his head.

“Unless he is…” Yoongi mumbled, pointing to where Namjoon and Jin were standing. Jimin’s head shot back to the bar and his eyes widened when seeing the brunette walking back to his friends, stopping beside the pink haired male. Dimples said something causing Jungkook to laugh and Jimin felt like he was being punched in the face.

Almost 5 days without seeing him yet it felt like it was the first time he saw him in a year. His heart beat sped up, he could feel blood pulsing through his veins. It suddenly grew hot in the club and he felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Jungkook’s eyes landed on him for a second, turning around before looking back at Jimin having to double take. His smile fell and Jimin could see Jungkook’s body visibly stiffen. He rubbed his eyes with his fists just to make sure he was actually seeing Jimin and not hallucinating.
When they made eye contact Jimin began to feel light headed, like he’d faint any moment now.

“Well shit.” Yoongi said, looking back and forth between the two males whose eyes were locked together.

“Im gonna go find the bathroom,” Jimin mumbled turning around and quickly turning in a random direction. He quickly asked someone who seemed to be working there where the bathroom was before running into the direction she pointed to.

He pushed the bathroom door open, about to run into one of the stalls but being stopped by a hand wrapping around his wrist causing a yelp to escape Jimin’s throat.

He turned around and gasped seeing Jungkook in front of him looking just as confused and baffled.

“What are you doing here Jimin?” He asked, his grasp on Jimin’s wrist loosening only a little but he didn’t let go.

“Im going t-to use the bathroom w-why else would I be-“

“Not the bathroom Jimin. What are you doing at this club how did you even get in? You’re not an adult.”

Jimin yanked his hand out of Jungkook’s grasp, crossing his arms and staring down at his shoes.

“I dont have to explain myself to you.”

Jungkook huffed, eyes flickering all over Jimin’s face studying every part of it. He wanted to make a comment on the new hair especially because it made Jimin look so yummy. Jungkook wanted to eat him up but he knew now was not the time.
Jimin shouldnt be here.

“Come on I’m taking you home.” He tried to grab Jimins arms again but Jimin shoved Jungkook back with a force that caused Jungkook to scoff in surprise.

“No! You can’t tell me where to go and what to do. Im here with my friends and what I do Is none of your business J-Jungkook. S-so If you will excuse me.” Jimin pushed past Jungkook and walked quickly put of the bathroom, pushing himself into the crowd so when Jungkookcame out of the bathroom he would not be able to see him.

After a minute, he found His friends with drinks in their hands, Taehyung holding two. When they saw Jimin they let out a sigh of relief.

“What happened!?” Tae asked, handing Jimin what seemed to be a strawberry daiquiri, Jimin’s favorite. He took a sip, licking the strawberry off his lips.

“He asked me what I was doing here and told me he was taking me home but I told him he cant tell me what to do and I left.”

“Thats my boy!” Hoseok cheered, patting Jimin on the back, Jimin grinning a little while staring at the floor. He hated that his first time seeing Jungkook since the seen outside went that way. He wished it turned out differently.

Yoongi could tell Jimin was starting to feel uncomfortable here now knowing Jungkook was present. He could tell by how many times the silver haired boy looked over his shoulder anxiously, how stiff his body was, how he barely drank his daiquiri.
So he opened his mouth to speak.

“Jimin dont let him ruin your night. Lets get drunk and go dance.”

It didn’t take long for them to get drunk, Hoseok was already twerking on the dance floor while Taehyuned cheered “thats my best friend. Go best friend.”

Jimin was watching frim the sidelines with Yoongi, both of them laughing at their ridiculous friends making fools out of themselves. Jimin couldn’t help feel a pair of eyes burning holes into his skin. He turned to where he felt someone watching him and his eyes locked with Jungkook’s. Jungkook who was holding a cup of what looked like whiskey in his hand, leaning back on the wall.
Jimin almost moaned at how good Jungkook looked in that blak button down but he would look so much better if there wasn’t a young girl hanging off him like a leech.

Jimin’s lip twitched watching the girl trying to get Jungkook’s attention meanwhile Jungkook could only watch Jimin with those suggestive eyes. Jimin didn’t think much of it though other than it was probably just Jungkook watching him to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.

Jimin tore his eyes away. He drank whatever was left of his third drink, a mojito with way more rum than should be then handing his cup over to Yoongi.
“Im gonna dance.”

Jimin always loved to put on a little show. He was just an exhibitionist like that. On the way here Taehyung said Jimin should show Jungkook what he’s missing. At first he was opposed to the idea thinking all he wanted was Jungkook. But now, with a girl hanging of Jungkook Jimin could not help but want to up his game.

So he scooted through the dance floor while Neon Lights by Demi Lavato played. Random colored lasor beems from the stage began to move faster around the room, flickering to different colors making the room look like a box of crayola crayons but Jimin loved it. The beginning of the song was slow so he just began to sway next to Hoseok until the Chorus hit and everyone began to Jump, fist pumping the air.

They danced to a couple more songs before Jimin felt someone grab his waist and pull him till his ass was rubbing against someones crotch. He turned his head over to ser who it was. It was Yoongi smirking down at him, Jimin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Yoongi didn’t like dancing, why was he here and especially with Jimin like this?

Yoongi noticed Jimin’s confusion so he leaned down, pressing his lips against Jimin’s ear and began to whisper.
“Jungkook is staring at you. You wanna make him jealous?”

Jimins eyes shot to where Jungkook was. The brunettes Jaw was clenched tight, arms cossed around his chest. He looked like was about to snap Yoongi’s neck for touching him and Jimin felt somewhat satisfied. He looked back at Yoongi with a big smile, nodding his head.

So they began to dance together in between the sweaty bodies that stuck together like glue. Jimin’s ass grinding over Yoongi’s crotch, the other keeping his hands on the silver haired boys waist.
Jimin kept taking sneekily glances at Jungkook who seemed to be growing angrier and more impatient by the minute. And Jimin couldn’t help but love that because he knew he was jealous. He didn’t care if Jungkook said he didn’t have feelings for him or that he only saw him as a friend. Jungkook was jealous and even an idiot could see it. And if thats all Jimin could get from Jungkook then he wanted to continue to make the other jealous. He needed to step it up a notch.

After a few minutes, Jimin turned around, placing both his hands on Yoongi’s chest, but still swaying his hips seductively. He stood on his tippytoes and leaned into wisper something in Yoongi’s ear.

“Kiss my neck.” Yoongi looked at him with raised eyebrows before smirking, grabbing onto Jimin’s silver hair roughly causing a gasp to leave Jimins throat. He pulled Jimin’s head to the side before attacking the younger’s neck with kisses.
Jimin involuntarily moaned when Yoongi so quickly found his sweet spot just under his ear. They’ve done this so many times that He didn’t even have to look for it.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut, forgetting about Jungkook for a moment and just enjoying how Yoongi’s lips worked around his skin. But he couldn’t enjoy it for long because instantaneously Jimin was being yanked away from Yoongi by his arm.

Jungkook was pulling him to the direction of the bathroom again. “Jungkook let go!”

No answer.

“J-Jungkook!”

But Jungkook still didn’t reply until they got to the bathroom. Jungkook pushed him into the bigger stall,slamming the door shut and locking it.
“Koo-“ he was cut off by his own gasp when Jungkook pushed him against the wall, his back hitting the cement and his wrists being pushed and held above his head by Jungkook.
Jimin stared at him wide-eyed
What was he doing?

“You think teasing me is funny Jimin?”
He said in a low voice.
Jimin didn’t reply, just staring at Jungkook’s fierce eyes piercing his soul. He looked angry, red in the face and Jimin felt so small under him. “W-what are you talking about?”

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. What kind of question was that? As if Jimin didn’t know what he was doing to him.
“You and Yoongi about to fuck on the dance floor, moving your body like that knowing im watching. You and you’re stupid new silver hair that makes you look so gorgeous, like a prince. You Jimin. What are you doing to me?”

Jimin’s heart sped at an abnormal pace, beating out of his chest. He felt a weird tingling in his stomach and goosebumps began to form up and down Jimin’s arms to the nape of his neck.
Jungkook was making him nervous and confused and he didn’t know what to say or do.

“Nothing?”

“Wrong answer Jimin. You’re the only fucking thing on my mind. I can’t stand it, all I see is you all I think of is you and god-motherfucking-damn All I want is you.”

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(A/N KAY SO I POSTED THIS IN THE MORNING AND THEN I REALIZED I REALLY NEEDED TO EDIT IT CAUSE THE SMUT WAS TERRIBLE AND IT STILL IS TERRIBLE. IM SORRY IM SO BAD AT SMUT I REALLY AM BUT I REALLY TRIED IF YOU WANT YOU CAN SKIP OVER THIS TERRIBLE SMUT CHAPTER)

“W-what do you mean?” Jimin asked in a whisper, eyes flickering back and forth between Jungkook’s. Jimin was confused. Jungkook told him he never thought of him that way. He told Jimin that he only ever saw him as a friend so what was the lie? Where was the lie? Was this a lie or was that a lie?

“I mean I want you Jimin. I want every inch of you all to myself,” Jungkook slurred, lips brushing over Jimin’s jawline down to his neck, Jimin’s eyes fluttering shut in response. He could smell the alcohol on Jungkook. He was clearly not sober but Jimin was enjoying this too much to care.

Drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

“Jungkook…”

“Do you know how hard the last four days have been for me Jimin? Hm? You know how hard it was for me to lie to you and tell you I don’t feel anything for you?” He whispered, breath hitting Jimin’s skin and sending shivers down his spine.

His eyes opened, staring at the wall while repeating those words in his head. Jungkook lied that day… which means he actually did reciprocate Jimin’s feelings.
“Why did you then?” Jimin mumbled quietly, gasping when he felt Jungkook press a chaste kiss just under his jaw.

“Because I thought I was doing what was best for both of us. But I can’t stay away from you. I can’t have you but fuck I want you anyway… let me have you Jimin.”

“Fuck yes okay,” Jimin replied without even hesitating. He knew he should probably stop Jungkook because he was definitely not in his right mind thanks to the power of alcohol but then again, Jimin also wasn’t in his right mind, having drank quite enough for his tiny body to already become a little over tipsy.

Jungkook pulled his lips back and stared at Jimin, pupils dilating. He wanted to devour the younger.

“I’m rough. I don’t slow down, I’ll call you mean names, I’ll take what I want and I do what I want. That’s what it’s like with me and if you can’t handle that.. if you want fluffy and romantic sex then you’re saying yes to the wrong guy,” Jungkook warned, his voice dropping an octave.
Jimin’s cock twitched at the thought of Jungkook calling him a slut while he ruthlessly fucked into him and goddamn Jimin couldn’t wait any longer. He’s been waiting enough already.

“I want it all. Do anything you want to me but I can’t wait any longer. Lets get out of here.”

Jungkook smirked, pulling Jimin out of the stall and dragging him out of the club, ignoring the calls of Jimin’s friends who asked the silver haired boy where he was going. Jimin tried to answer but Jungkook was pulling him so fast for the third time tonight that he wasnt given a chance to. If he was completely sober he probably would have felt bad for ditching his friends to fuck since it was their last day in Busan. But he wasn’t and the only thing that was on his mind was Jungkook. Jungkook was intoxicating him like sweet poison that he had so quickly gotten addicted to.

They were in his car in no time, Jungkook was speeding out into the road before Jimin even had a chance to buckle his seatbelt, probably impatient thanks to the sexual frustration. Jimin decided he wanted to frustrate Jungkook a little more.

“Slow down Kook, we have all night,” He whispered, placing his index finger on Jungkook’s mid-thigh, dragging his fingertip up and down, looking up at Jungkook for a reaction.
His jaw clenched and that was enough for Jimin to feel satisfied but he didn’t stop.

“Jimin get your hand off my thigh,” Jungkook said sternly while still keeping his eyes on the road.
Jimin stopped using one finger instead placing his whole hand, half still covered with the paw from his shirt and began to rub up and down dangerously close to Jungkook’s center.

He leaned in, brushing his lips over Jungkook’s ear. “Or what?” He whispered, letting his pinky and ring finger gently brush over Jungkook’s clothed cock. The older male was holding onto the steering wheel so tight his knuckles began to turn white.

“Or I’ll make you regret it when you’re begging me to let you cum and I dont let you.”

“Im not scared of you Jungkook,” Jimin said, brushing his fingers up and down Jungkook’s crotch while humming a random tune with a grin as if he was so innocent.

“You will be,” Jungkook promised.
Jimin knew he would be. He knew Jungkook would definitely punish him or something for what he was doing but that was the goal.

The alcohol he drank earlier was his confidence boost. Clearly he was worse than Jungkook if Jungkook was able to drive perfectly meanwhile Jimin was giggling like an idiot, doing things he normally didn’t have the confidence to do.

“What happened to my sweet Kookie? The one who called me baby and gave me chills on my arms with his fingertips while we cuddled hm?”

“He died when you put your hand on his dick,” Jungkook spat, swerving into the parking lot.

Within the blink of an eye, Jimin was being yanked out of Jungkook’s car and pulled into the elevator of his building. “You really love dragging me around like a ragdoll huh?” Jimin chuckled to which Jungkook only smirked.

“You wanna act like a little bitch then I guess I have to treat you like one,” Jungkook responded. Jimin Almost moaned at the name that should be an insult but he found it so hot anyway. He had to bite his bottom lip to supress the desperate whine that was eager to leave his throat.

They arrived at Jungkook’s floor quickly since it was one of the first, Jungkook was quick to shove his key into the keyhole and twist it, a little eager to get a taste of Jimin already.
When the door was open, Jimin was shoved into the room, door slamming. He hardly had a second to blink before being shoved against Jungkook’s door, a gasp escaping his lips but being quickly silenced by Jungkook’s soft lips meeting his.

Jimin sighed out in relief, shutting his eyes. Finally Jungkook’s lips were on his. They were soft and puffy just like he had imagined. Jungkook may be rough with his actions, but his kiss leaked honey, sweet as ever. Sweet yet still demanding as he rocked his body against Jimin’s, his tongue forcing itself into Jimin’s mouth with no warning, clearly asserting his dominance.

Their kisses moved at a steady pace in sync while Jungkook roamed his hands all over Jimin’s body and Jimin felt the need to pinch himself to see if this was really happening and he wasn’t just dreaming. But Jungkook’s lips felt too real to be a dream.

“Shit I’ve waited to do this for so long Jimin-“ Jungkook said on Jimin’s lips, The silvers haired boy dragging his tongue over lips tasting Jungkook on them. “Me too Kook, me too but I can’t wait anymore,” he whined.

“What happened to ‘We have all night’ huh? Looks like you’re the impatient one now,” Jungkook chuckled, yanking Jimin by the hair and turning his head causing a moan to slip from Jimin at the burn of his scalp from the pulling. He loved the pain though. Jungkook began to quickly attack Jimin’s neck with wet kisses everywhere. But Jimin grew more impatient by the minute.

“Kook come on y-you can leave hickeys later I n-need you..”

“I told you you’d regret what you did in the car, Jimin. What’s wrong baby can’t wait any longer? Need some attention down there?” He whispered, latching his teeth onto Jimin’s earlobe, nibbling and tugging. Jimin got Jungkook all riled up in the car there was no was Jungkook was going to let Jimin get away with it.

If he wanted it then he was going to have to ..
“Beg,” Jungkook whispered harshly into his ear.
Shivers traveled up and down Jimin’s spine, his insides twisting as his mind processed the command.

“What?”

“Beg for it. You want to so bad then you’re gonna have to beg for it,” Jungkook let go of Jimin, taking steps back until there was at least three or four feet of distance between them.
Jimin groaned, running up to Jungkook, and pressing his body against Jungkook’s stronger one.

“Please please please Jungkook fuck me. I need you so much so badly. Please…” he whined, clutching onto Jungkook’s black button down, tight enough to leave wrinkles. Jimin’s small fingers began to eagerly undo all the buttons to Jungkook’s shirt until there were only three left but he couldn’t continue, Jungkook grabbing Jimin’s wrists to stop him.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me did I?” Jungkook growled causing Jimin to squeak back in fear but not a bad kind. “N-no..”

“Say sorry.”

“Im sorry Jungkook Im sorry please.” He whispered, looking up at Jungkook with desperate eyes. Jungkook’s Irises grew darker, he grew hungrier for Jimin and Jimin trembled under his touch. But he loved it. They hardly begun but He loved being under Jungkook’s mercy like this. With the brunettes nails digging into the skin of Jimin’s wrists, burning, Jimin still loved it. He was slightly a masochist that way. Yet he was sure Jungkook could slice him in half and he’d still love it.

“Get on the bed and take off everything except your underwear. When I get back you better be lying on the bed on your back. You have 60 seconds.” He let go of Jimin’s wrist, Jimin waisting no time and running to Jungkook’s room, stumbling a bit in the process.

While Jimin was taking his clothes off quickly, counting up to 60, Jungkook was fishing a few things for their night. Jimin was done in 30 seconds, and the other 30 seconds he began to think.

He was about to have sex with the man of his dreams. With Jungkook. And not just any sex, but from the taste he’s been given so far, Jimin was sure this would be the hottest, best sex he’ll ever have in his entire life. He stared up at the ceiling lost in his thoughts but being pulled out by the door slamming shut.

Jungkook came in holding a few things that Jimin couldn’t see well because he was still laying down.
“Glad to see you follow well,” Jungkook hummed, dimming the lights but keeping them on enough for the two to see each other okay.

He crawled onto the bed, straddling Jimin so he could hover over the younger who looked like he was being eating up by anticipation.
Jungkook leaned down and began to trail kisses down the younger boys milky skin, feeling Jimin’s goosebumps against his lips. He quickly swiped his tongue over Jimin’s left nipple, Jimin’s body jolting up as he moaned in response.

“So responsive too. You’re a good boy aren’t you Jimin?” The brunette asked, licking the pad of his thumb and using it to rub over Jimin’s hardening Nipples, making beautiful noises leave the smaller boys pretty lips.

Jimin wanted to answer but he couldn’t bring himself up to doing so, the only sound able to leave his body were moans and whines as Jungkook used both his thumbs to rub Jimin’s nipples.

He stopped to take off his button down, dropping it on the floor. Jimin was breathing heavily, trying to regain a steady heartbeat. No one was ever able to rile him up this fast the way Jungkook just did.

“If you want me to stop at anytime yell ‘red light’ okay?” Jimin nodded as an answer, good enough for Jungkook to continue.

Jungkook got off Jimin, telling him to turn around and lay on his stomach, Jimin not waisting even a second turned around like Jungkook told him to. He was kind of upset that now he couldn’t see Jungkook, but at the same time he was growing more impatient by every passing second so if he was turned around like this it must mean they’re one step closer to sex. So Jimin did not complain.

“Let’s take these off,” Jungkook mumbled, pulling down Jimin’s boxers to reveal his fat ass that almost made Jungkook moan at Just the sight.

“Shit Jimin you really are a wet dream come true, “ Jungkook chuckled, using his thumb and index finger to spread Jimin’s cheeks enough to reveal his pink hole. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, running a finger over Jimin’s entrance, Jimin’s body jolting at the contact.

Jungkook lifted his hand and brought it down hard on Jimin’s cheek resulting in a whine from Jimin. Jungkook did it a few more times until he could see Jimin’s ass turning red and goddamn if it didn’t turn him on so much. Jungkook began to undo his belt, using it to bound Jimin’s wrists together, ignoring Jimin’s complains about being restrained. But this was a punishment for what happened in the car.

His pants and boxers came off next so now they were even. Jungkook took the lube he brought in and put some on his two fingers, beginning to circle Jimin’s hole with the pads of his fingers.
“Its cold K-kook-“

“I know baby. What do you say if you want us to stop?”

“R-red light.”

“Good boy,” Jungkook cooed, using his free hand to gently rub one of Jimin’s bright red globes to soothe them. Jimin let out an annoyed and desperate whine when feeling Jungkook prod at his entrance but not giving him what he wanted.

Slowly Jungkook pushed one finger in but not all the way, just a little to tease the other who had done the same to him before while he was driving. “Is this enough for you baby?” Jungkook asked, slowly inching the first finger in between Jimin’s tight walls, Jimin pushing himself back onto Jungkook’s finger wanting to feel more than what he was receiving.

“More Jungkook please its.. not e-enough!” He begged, hiding his face with the front side of his arm, biting his bottom lip hard to muffle his embarrassing sounds.

“Not enough?” Jungkook slipped in the second finger, thrusting in slowly and gently, Jimin’s moans becoming quieter and more relaxed for a few seconds, Jungkook’s long fingers filling him so nicely yet still.. not enough. When he least expected it though, Jungkook slammed his fingers at an inhumane pace into Jimin, the silver haired boy began screaming at the new pace that he wasn’t prepared for.

“K-kook! Ah!” Jimin yelled, sinking his teeth into his own arm to stop himself from becoming a siren under Jungkook’s touch, but he couldn’t help his noises. Jungkook was hitting just the right places. As expected, it didn’t take long for Jungkook to find Jimin’s prostate, he knew he did when Jimin let out a loud gasp, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Red light?” Jungkook asked but Jimin shook his head for no as he continued to let out the noises from his small body which Jungkook found so pretty, so nice to listen to.

He loved watching the younger fall apart under him.

Jungkook continued to finger Jimin roughly until he decided it was enough, pulling his fingers out of Jimin in less than a second. Jimin gasped at the very sudden loss of something inside him, his hole clenching around nothing repeatedly as Jungkook watched, mesmerized by Jimin’s beautiful body.

“Your slutty little hole still wants me baby, what should we do about that hm?”

“Fuck me please Jungkook!”

“Are you sorry for what you did to me in the car?” Jungkook said, leaning into Jimin’s ear and brushing his lips over the outer shell.

“Yes! Yes I am I’m sorry Kook please I can’t take it anymore!”
Jungkook smirked, pleased with himself. It was absolutely hypnotic to see how quickly Jimin fell into a submissive headspace. He took a moment to appreciate how beautiful Jimin looked like this, squirming under him, ass in the air and wrists bound together by his leather belt as he begged Jungkook to be touched. He never thought someone could look like a work of art until he saw Jimin like this.
Jungkook decided even he couldn’t wait any longer, grabbing Jimin by his wait and flipping him over so he was laying on his back again.

Jimin already looked so fucked out and they haven’t even started actually fucking. His teeth were sinking into his plump bottom lip, lashes wet, gluing his eyes shut. Precum leaking out of him creating a small pool on his stomach, his chest rising and falling quickly, panting as he came down from his edge as he was just so close to his orgasm before Jungkook pulled out. Already so lost, trying to hard to stop the insistent sounds that fell from his lips.

Jungkook just needed to kiss him. He lunged forward, gently placing a kiss on Jimin’s lips, the younger kissing back, lifting his head a little.
They kiss like they have all the time in the world, their lips smacking lazily against each other. Jungkook smiled against Jimin’s lips before pulling back, and reaching over for a condom.

“N-no! Don’t I.. I wanna feel you. Im clean I swear” Jimin whispered causing Jungkook’s actions to come to a halt. There was no way Jungkook could ever deny this beautiful boy a single thing, Jungkook thought as he moved back to Jimin, lifting the youngers legs and placing them on his shoulders. Jimin swallowed at the sight of Jungkook’s cock, wondering how it could ever fit in his small body.

He aligned his dick with Jimin’s hole, Jimin’s body shuttering in anticipation, waiting to feel something inside him. But it still didn’t come. Jungkook was still being a tease, only circling around Jimin’s wet entrance.

“Jungkook inside please!” He begged.

“What do you want?” Jungkook asked and Jimin could not believe he was asking that quesion when this entire time he’d been begging for Jungkook to fill his empty hole up. Jungkook knew what he wanted, he just wanted to hear Jimin ask for it again.

“You!” Jungkook chuckled, pushing only his head into into Jimin, a string of loud curses leaving the younger boys mouth as Jungkook slowly inched into him. Jungkook was so big in size, bigger than anyone he’s ever had. The burn of the stretch was intense he could almost cry at how it hurt yet how it also felt so good like sweet poison.

Jungkook gave Jimin a few seconds adjust, Jimin nodding as if to say that Jungkook could move so Jungkook slowly beginning to thrust, letting out a moan at how good Jimin’s tight hole felt around him.

“So pretty Jimin,” Jungkook hummed, thrusting a bit faster into Jimin who couldn’t contain the sounds leaving him. It was too good. With every thrust, the pace got faster and faster, Jungkook’s nails digging to the thick meat of Jimin’s thighs, his cock repeatedly hitting over Jimin’s prostate. But unexpectedly, just as Jungkook did with his fingers, he rammed into Jimin surprising him with a quicker pace. Jimin didn’t even know it was possible to move so fast the way Jungkook did.

“K-kook!” He yelled, not being able to breathe properly, breath constantly hitching every time Jungkook hit a sweet spot. With every thrust, Jimin’s body moved forward on the bed, in sync with Jungkook’s movement like it was a choreography.

“Feels so g-good..” Jimin whispered, his throat getting sore from how loud he was screaming, surely loud enough to wake up everyone on Jungkook’s floor who could be sleeping.

Jungkook pulled out of Jimin turning him back around, so his ass was on display, ready for Jungkook to claim and take for himself. He pushed his cock back into Jimin Thrusting in so fast and hard. The headboard of his bed banging against the wall creating beautiful music with the sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with Jimin’s insistent moaning and whining and Jungkook’s grunts.

Jungkook grabbed a fist full of Jimin’s hair, pulling his head up as he fucked into the other. “Such a pretty princess Jiminnie,” Jungkook mumbled, pulling Jimin’s hair harder, the burn on the youngers scalp resulted in a pained moan.
Jimin’s whole body was shaking at the feeling Jungkook in him. His mind became hazy, feeling light headed cause that’s just how good Jungkook was giving it to him. He screamed Jungkook’s name repeatedly, Jungkook’s rythym becoming sloppy and relentless, chasing his orgasm through Jimin.

“R-right there!” He whined, getting closer and closer to his climax. He could feel it coming and he wanted so badly to touch his neglected cock but he couldn’t thanks to Jungkook’s belt. But Jungkook could tell by Jimin’s fruitless endeavors to reach back that he wanted to be touched there. So Jungkook took a hold of Jimin’s member, rubbing his thumb over the head that was wet with precum. Jimin’s moans became louder now that he was receiving attention both ways, his ass and his cock, moans only getting louder and more desperate when Jungkook started to pump Jimin’s throbbing length. 

“Wait wait!” The younger yelled, Jungkook’s movements slowing down at Jimin’s words.
“I wanna ride you…” Jungkook took a moment to process what Jimin just asked for, moaning at the mental image of Jimin bouncing up and down on his cock. “Fuck, okay.”
He switched their positions without taking his dick out of Jimin, so Jimin was now on top of him, Jungkook’s pupils dilating at the sight of a pretty fucked out Jimin with his hair a tangled mess over his forhead and his eyes hardly able to open.

Jimin slowly raised his body up, then back down on Jungkook’s cock, letting out a highpitched moan. He continued slowly to bounce up and down Jungkooks cock, it hitting him perfectly on the inside. But the pace wasn’t enough so Jimin bounced faster at no particular rythym only thinking about Jungkook and how close he was to climax. 

“Kookie Im gonna cum!” He whined.

“Me too baby. You’re doing so good, just a little more.”

After a few more hits to his prostate, Jimin screamed Jungkook’s name out, his cum landing on Jungkooks heaving chest. His hole clenched and spasmed around Jungkook’s cock, not allowing Jungkook to last so long either as he thrusted his hips up into Jimin until finaly he was cumming inside the younger, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

His hips grew tired so Jungkook’s thrusts slowed down but not coming to a complete stop yet. Jimin who was trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down his cheeks collapsed on top Jungkook. The older male wrapped his arms around Jimin, feeling the youngers heart beating at an abnormal pace against his chest, his cock still inside buried deep in Jimin’s walls. 

“You were so good princess, so good,” Jungkook hummed, gently brushing his fingers through Jimin’s tangled strands of hair while his other hand rubbed up and down the silver haired boys back, their heavy breaths were the only sound Filling the empty room that now reeked of sex. 

“R-really?” Jimin asked in a raspy voice, his throat sore from all the screaming and moaning.

“Yes baby, so so good,” Jungkook praised, trying to pull out but stopping when he heard a harsh wince coming Jimin. “S-sensitive.”
“Im sorry baby but we gotta get cleaned up before the cum dries between us. Then we can cuddle yea?” Jimin nodded in response, allowing Jungkook to sit them both up. The older male placed both his palms onto Jimin’s butt, gently lifting the smaller boy off his cock and laying him down, Jimin wincing in response.

He undid the belt around Jimin’s wrists then dropped the leather material on the floor. He leaned over to the nightstand, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a box of tissues, pulling out a few and cleaning off the cum on Jimin’s abdomen the proceeding to clean the cum off himself too.

“Kook theres m-more inside me..” Jimin whined, shifting his legs uncomfortably. Jungkook chuckled at the cute expression on Jimin’s face as he brought both his hands to cover his cock from Jungkook’s view.

“Don’t be shy baby. I think you’re beautiful,” He kissed Jimin’s cheek. The kiss felt like acid, burning into Jimin’s skin and lingering for longer than it should. But that was just one of the many effects Jungkook had on him.

“Lets take a shower and go to bed Jiminnie.”

———————

In the morning, Jungkook was the first to leave his slumber, eyes landing on Jimin who had the blanket pulled up all the way to his nose so only his eyes and hair were visible. Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of the younger.
Their legs were tangled under the blanket, naked? Jungkook lifted the blanket to check, and indeed they were both naked.

Jungkook sighed, disappointed in himself for giving into Jimin. Even more disappointed for driving when he had been drinking yesterday. Last night was full of mistakes he couldn’t take back.

But he couldn’t forget how Jimin’s sounded, moaning his name and begging for more. How pretty Jimin was under him.
He was staring at Jimin so lost in thought he didnt even realize the others eyes were open, staring back at him. “Hey..” Jimin whispered, pulling Jungkook out if his thoughts.

Jimin was scared. He saw Jungkook thinking like that and he couldn’t help but wonder if Jungkook was having regrets about yesterday. Or specifically what went on between them.

“Good morning,” Jungkook grinned, pressing a kiss onto Jimin’s forehead. He couldn’t see it thanks to the blanket covering Jimin’s lips but Jimin had the biggest smile on his face.

“I hope I wasn’t to much yesterday. I become a different person in bed,” Jimin giggled at Jungkook’s words. It was true. Jimin was not expecting to get spanked and have a belt wrapped around his wrists. He shook is head.

“I liked it..” he mumbled. Jungkook pulled down the blanket from Jimin’s face so he could see the other completely. He rubbed his thumb gently over Jimin’s cheek, the younger boy leaning into Jungkook’s touch.
“Do you regret it?” Jimin blurted out, not being able to contain his curiousity. He needed to know how Jungkook felt about everything. He knew he didn’t regret a single thing. But Jungkook might think differently and he was scared of how different it would be.

“No I don’t..” Jimin let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, relieved to hear that.
“Besides maybe driving while I had alcohol in my system but.. it’s just a lot. For you it may seem like no big deal because if anything happens.. if anyone found out, it would be me behind bars not you.” Jungkook whispered, closing his eyes. He was scared. He knew better than this yet still he did it anyway. All the different emotions surged through him.

“I’m sorry.. I can go if you want,” Jimin said, his voice cracking in the middle of his words. He sat up, about to throw the blanket off his body before Jungkook stopped him. He put his hand on Jimin’s chest, gently laying him back down.
“No.. I don’t want you to leave. But promise me this.. Your mom never knows about this okay? You can tell your friends if you trust them enough not to say anything but as far as your mother knows. You and I don’t keep in touch anymore, we hate each other. Okay?”

For the longest time Jimin totally forgot this was his moms ex boyfriend in bed with him, both of them naked. He forgot how they met and why they met and he felt an uncomfortable feeling grow inside him when he remembered.

“Right.. I won’t. C-can we eat breakfast?”

“Sure,” Jungkook smiled, sitting up and stretching his arms while Jimin got out of bed, gasping at the pain that surged up his body. He stumbled over a little, Jungkook chuckling knowing exactly why he was in pain.

“Sore Jimin?”

“This is your fault!” He grumbled pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook who only laughed in response while watching Jimin waddle over to where his clothes were. Jungkook’s eyes couldn’t help themselves, eyes following Jimin’s every step. He could get used to seeing A waddling, naked Jimin every morning, he thought while a small smirk involuntarily formed on his face.

Jimin carefully bent down while flinching, lifting his white long sleeved shirt and putting it on so at least he had something covering him, knowing Jungkook was staring at him with dangerous eyes and he was far too sore for morning sex. He heard a small buzz coming from the pocket of his jeans that were still on the floor, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion reaching inside it and pulling his phone out.
Jimin typed in his passcode and clicked on his messages, scrolling through them

-Park Jimin its 2am you better get your ass home right now!- Mom

-Just because I’m not around as much doesn’t give you permission to be out this late I am still your mother -Mom

-thanks for ditching us! -Tae

-and on our last day in busan! -Tae

-and with Jungkook wtf!? I thought we were gonna show him what he was missing out on…? -Tae

-but omg you guys totally walked out of there like you were gonna fuck yes thats my best friend get some! -Tae

-Tell me if he has a big dick I bet he does yummm-Tae

Jimin chuckled at his best friends stupidity.
Tae could never stay angry at him.

-Yah! Where’d you go!?- Hobi

-Jimin! Come on theres a cute guy here and I need a wing man and Tae is being annoying I need you here! -Hoseok

-COME BACK TAEHYUNG IS STRIPPING- Hobi

-I hope you know what you’re doing -Yoongi

-you’re making a big mistake Jimin you cant be with him -Yoongi

-you don’t realize how much trouble you twi could get into -Yoongi

-you only have 3 weeks left of summer Jimin -Yoongi

He rolled his eyes at Yoongi’s messages. He knew the other was somewhat right but why couldn’t he just be happy for him? What was wrong with accepting that his friend found someone he really likes!? Jimin stood up, gasping when he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his from behind.

He giggled, feeling Jungkook’s nose brush over his cheek down to his neck, tickling him.
“Kookie hyung,” Jimin hummed, turning around in Jungkook’s arms and wrapping his own arms around Jungkook’s torso. The other was now wearing boxers so the two of them weren’t completely naked at least other wise Jimin would be a blushing mess.

“Yes Jimin?”

Jimin looked up at Jungkook with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “I really like you..”

“I really like you too.”

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“How long do you have until you have to go back to boarding school?” Jungkook asked in a small voice,playing with the strands of silver hair that fell effortlessly yet still perfectly above Jimin’s eyes.

Jimin frowned, remembering Yoongi’s text message about only having 3 weeks left until he was forced to go back for his third year of highschool. He snuggled in closer to jungkook, nuzzling his nose into the curve of the brunettes neck. “3 weeks..” he sighed out, rubbing the palm of his hand over Jungkook’s clothed abdomen. He wanted to forget that he had to leave. He so quickly grew accustomed to his new life style of seeing Jungkook every single day. He swore he might have withdrawal symptoms after a few days of not seeing the older male.

“So soon..” Jungkook mumbled, tone much sadder than when he asked the question, pulling Jimin by the waist closer to his own body.

Two days ago Jimin and Jungkook had sex with each other and confessed their feelings towards one another. Truthfully, Jungkook didn’t like how it all went down. He hated that he was intoxicated while everything happened because maybe he could have actually remembered every single detail and not just the overview of what happened if he had not been drinking that night.

Jimin went home that day some time after breakfast, his mom thankfully already gone for work. If she was home she would probably question Jimin on why he didn’t come home. And he couldn’t exactly say “Sorry mom I was busy getting fucked by your ex.”

He should feel bad. He should feel disgusted with himself for being this intimate with Jungkook, someone who was with his mom just less than a month ago. But he didn't. He hardly gave a thought to it.

“I know… but let's make the most of it,” Jimin grinned, throwing his leg over Jungkook’s waist so he was straddling the older. He placed his palms on Jungkook’s chest, hating the black material that denied him full access to Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook looked up at Jimin bringing his hands up to the youngers thighs and rubbing up and down, even pushing past his shorts a little.

“Like How?” Jungkook asked, raising his eyebrows with a little smirk playing on his lips.
“Like this,” Jimin whispered, leaning down and letting his chest touch Jungkook’s. He brought his lips over Jungkook’s lips, brushing over them gently before softly pressing them together.
Jungkook let out a relieved sigh when he felt Jimin’s sweet lips against his.

They kissed for a few seconds, Jimin was the first to pull away, leaning his forehead against Jungkook’s. Both their eyes remained shut, trying to enjoy the moment. “I’ll never get tired of that,” Jungkook whispered, dragging his hand from the back of Jimin’s thigh, up the curve of his ass and back all the way to his cheek where he caressed the skin with his thumb.

Jimin still felt like this was all a dream that was too good to be true, blushing under Jungkook’s touch felt unreal. That in any second, he’d wake up. Something that only a few days ago felt so far away was now just in the palm of his hand and it might have just been the best feeling Jimin’s ever felt.

“I bet you’re cute in a school uniform.”

“I bet you can’t wait to see me in one,” Jimin responded, sinking his teeth into Jungkook’s bottom lip, tugging it for a little,sucking and nibbling before letting go. Jungkook’s eyes grew darker, his hold on Jimin’s body getting tighter.
“Shit you’re perfect,” Jungkook mumbled, bring his hand up to the nape of Jimin’s neck, pushing the silver haired boys head down so their lips crashed together in an immediately heated kiss.

———————
-2 weeks and 6 days-

“Jimin! Hey!” Jimin turned around to the direction of where the voice yelling his name was coming from. He squinted his eyes, Minho was running up to him from across the street.

“oh no..” Jimin whispered. He’d been avoiding Minho for the past week and a half, being so busy with Jungkook. Also Jungkook asked him to stay away from Minho and Jimin was just doing what Jungkook told him. Jimin decided that Jungkook could tell him to do anything and he’d do it which was so different from his attitude last week when he clearly reminded Jungkook that no one could tell him what to do or who to see. How things could change so fast was beyond Jimin.

But right now, Jimin was walking home from sleeping in bed with Jungkook, he didn’t think this was the right time to see the blonde if there was even a right time at all.
“Minho hyung.. hi..” Jimin tried to sound enthusiastic about Minho’s presence, his voice and smile being a little fake but he hoped the other didn’t catch on.

“Whoa your hair, it took me a little while to recognize you,” Minho chuckled, pointing up at Jimin’s silver hair. “Oh yea the uh orange was getting old so..” Jimin mumbled to which Minho offered a nod in return. Jimin grew impatient with every second, checking the time on his phone again.

“Right..” there was huge awkward tension between the two of them. They stood there in front of each other, Minho looking at Jimin and Jimin trying to look anywhere else besides Minho.
The older male cleared his throat before breaking the silence. “You’ve been completely dodging my texts..” Somewhere in the back of Jimin’s mind he knew Minho would mention that.
He almost hated how Minho brought it up. If someone is ignoring you then shouldn't you take a hint? Jimin thought.

“Sorry I’ve been busy-“

“Busy enough to not be able to at least type a word so I know you’re okay?” Jimin raised his eyebrows, scoffing at how rude Minho was, interrupting him in the middle of a sentence. Why would Minho care if Jimin was okay? They hardly knew each other. They just fucked a couple of times, had a few conversations and that was it so It didn’t make even a little bit of sense for Minho to be worried for Jimin’s wellbeing.

“What do you want Minho?” He asked calmly, checking the time on his phone again. It was 5 already. Jimin had been with Jungkook since the morning but he had to go home eventually. He didn’t want to though. He wanted to stay with the other instead of standing there in the middle of a busy street with Minho.

“I just wanted to know how you were doing… I have some time. You wanna get some food?” He asked, pointing at the restaurant behind Jimin. Jimin turned his head over to see the restaurant that was just conveniently behind the two. He turned back and began to shake his head. “ I’ve got things to do.. Maybe another time..” Jimin turned to walk away, feeling like Jungkook was watching somewhere.

“Wait!”

Jimin knew he was going to regret it but he turned around and looked back at Minho. “Did I do something wrong?” The taller male asked.

“No.”

“Then why did you suddenly ghost me?”

“Because I have someone.” Minho’s face dropped as he processed the words that Jimin threw out. He couldn’t figure out who had snatched Jimin before he got the chance to but something in the look of Minho’s eyes told Jimin that Minho was unhappy about the news. He could figure out why. Why did the confession of him being with someone so suddenly peak Minho’s interest? “You have a boyfriend?”

Jimin opened his mouth to reply, but shut it quickly, pursing them into a thin line. He didn’t know how to answer because what he and Jungkook had wasn’t set in stone. They kiss, fuck, cuddle, shower together but were they “boyfriends?”
For all Jimin knew they could be friends with benefits, or a fling. Jungkook had never asked him to be exclusive and he never asked Jungkook either…

“Who is it?”

“No one you could possibly know..look-“ Jimin checked the time again, hinting to Minho that he was eager to leave. “I have somewhere to be,” he lied. “I’ll see you around.” Without another word, Jimin turned around and quickly moved away from Minho who could only watch Jimin leave him.
The whole altercation was unsettling for Jimin. He didn’t like that he saw Minho on the street, he didn’t like that Minho grew a little mad or whatever he was when Jimin told him he was seeing someone. And he certainly was not pleased with Minho’s care for him when he actually did not care for Minho at all. Whatever Minho felt, if he had felt anything at all was not reciprocated by Jimin. Jimin could only like one guy and that was Jungkook. His heart belonged to and with Jungkook’s.

He let out a large sigh of relief when he stepped foot into his house. Like always, it was colder than it should be, mimicking the weather of Busans winter nights in late December.
He moved towards the thermostat, shutting the cooling system completely. Jimin could tell by how all the lights were turned off in the house that his mother wasnt home. And he was actually thankful that she wasn’t. Ever since he started seeing Jungkook a few days ago she so conveniently decided to start coming home a little earlier to spend time with Jimin. Since Jimin was never home, she began to stick her nose in Jimin’s business. Sniffing around to know of her son’s whereabouts. Jimin didn’t like it. Normally Jimin wanted to be with his mother more, hating that she didn’t care about him.

But for once she was doing him a favor by never being around because he had more time to see Jungkook. Now suddenly she wants to be around more? Why couldn’t she see that she couldn’t repair years of endless damage?

We walked into his room and flicked the lights on, making his way to his speaker where he connected his phone and began to blast his “Chill Times” playlist. Jimin began to undress while he walked to his bathroom, flicking the lights on there too. When his naked torso came to view in the mirror, he silently gasped. He didn’t realize Jungkook left so many hickeys on his body! He was so going to Kill Jungkook for all the purple splotches.

Jimin ran his fingers over the marks, and he couldn’t help but remember the way Jungkook’s lips felt on his skin, sucking and kissing, pausing a few times to call him beautiful. An involuntary grin grew across Jimin’s face, blush spreading on his cheeks.

“Damn it Jeon Jungkook,” he whispered to himself followed by a giggle. Jungkook was infecting him like a virus. But he didn’t hate it. He wanted more. He wanted to be lovesick for Jungkook.

Even when he took a shower after looking at his hickeys, he realized how lonely showering without Jungkook was since the two had been doing it every single day of the week in which they had been together.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Jeon Jungkook.

——————

-2 weeks 5 days-

Jungkook was job hunting. He hated job hunting with a passion but he didn’t have a choice with how little money he had left and what high rent he had to pay. He had been going around to places that were hiring asking to apply. He really only applied to three places. A small clothing store just behind his apartment building, the cafe which he always has breakfast with Jimin at, and a restaurant in the mall that he had never been inside of or even heard of but there was a help wanted sign and he was desperate for anything at this point.

All three places said they’d get back to Jungkook within the next couple days. When he got home it was already about 6 and he was exhausted. Job hunting was truly tiring and way more stressful then he remembered it to be. He had 3 jobs as a teenager to help bring money home. 2 of them at the same time and another later on. His mind drifted to the days when he lived in that terrible broken down apartment with his mother and brother. To the days when he was embarrassed of where he lived or how much money he had. Blamed his mother not working hard enough when they went a few days without light or water because the bills were too hard to pay.

Now where was he? He had a nice apartment in a good oart of the city. He graduated from a good university without paying a single penny for it thanks to scholarship. He has a car, a beautiful boy who he thinks he might be falling for. Yet still something was empty in him. Because he knew in a couple months he’d be heading to law school.

And he dreaded it. He thought he’d be happy about this. When he applied he was so excited. But after what Jimin said, he realized he didnt want this. Law was not for him. He wanted to be a photographer, yet still the decision was hard to make. Getting into that Law school was huge for him, he’d have to be an idiot to pass it up. But he didn’t want to spend four years in law school doing something he didn’t enjoy.

He flicked his shoes off and flopped down onto the couch and let out a sigh. He hated moments like these when he was stuck in his thoughts about his past.

He stared at his ceiling, contemplating the meaning of life. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Jungkook lifted his head to look at the door for a few seconds, wondering if the knock was real or if he was hearing things. When there was a knock again, Jungkook pulled himself up with a grunt and went to open the door.

“Coming!” He yelled, enclosing his hand around the door knob and opening it, revealing Jiminwho had a few grocery bags in his arms.

“Hey cutie..” Jungkook mumbled, staring at the bags on Jimin’s arms in confusion. Without another word, the silver haired boy walked into the apartment, pushing past Jungkook and heading to the kitchen counter where he set the bags down.
Jimin began to unpack the bags, stuff like milk and bread and vegetables being pulled out my Jimin’s small hands.

“What’s this?” The older boy asked, pointing at the bags. Did Jimin buy his groceries? Why did that slightly embarrass Jungkook?
“Yep! Im always here lately and you never have anything to eat! Im always hungry so I got stuff!” Jimin replied with a large smile on his face. Of course it was nice of Jimin to do that but it only highlighted the problem with Jungkook’s life which was how he had no money for groceries.

Most of his money went to the thankfully cheap breakfast with Jimin and his gas money.

“You didn’t have to do that. How much was it I’ll pay you back-“

“Oh baby this isn’t for you. It’s for me its just sitting in your fridge,” he joked, walking over the Jungkook and wrapping his arms around the older males torso, looking up at him.
“Don’t mention it Jungkookie. Now I can make you breakfast before you wake up and you can see me in the middle of cooking, then come up to me and wrap your arms around my waist as I flip your chocolate chip pancakes like cute couples in American tv shows do,” He giggled and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile.

Just a few hours without Jimin drove him insane. He was so relieved to have the other boy so close to him. He wished things were different. That Jimin was at least out of highschool so he didn’t have to worry about him leaving for so long.

He lifted his fingers to brush Jimin’s silver bangs to the side so he could see the others beautiful oval shaped eyes better.
Unexpectedly, Jungkook bent down and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s thighs, lifting the younger and throwing him over his shoulder.

“Jungkook!” Jimin gasped in surprise, Jungkook giving him a hard spank to the ass as he carried the other to his bed. “Put me down!” Jimin whined, weekly punching at Jungkook’s back until he was being thrown down onto the soft mattress, Jungkook crawling over him.

“You always look so gorgeous under me..” Jungkook hummed, leaning in closer to the curve of Jimin’s neck before Jimin pushed him back a little with both his small hands on Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow curious to why he was stopped. “No more hickeys.. im covered in purple you can’t leave anymore,” he said sternly.

Jungkook scoffed, amused at Jimin’s words. Jungkook knew Jimin loved the hickeys he left, hearing him say that was kind of funny. He bet if he tried to give Jimin one right then, Jimin wouldn’t be opposed to it. “Yea? Wanna cover me in hickeys instead?” Jungkook whispered, nibbling at Jimin’s earlobe, playing and tugging at the cold medal of the younger boys earrings.

“I.. Ive never actually given someone a hickey before..”
Jungkook’s actions came to a halt. He sat up, still straddling Jimin with a look of confusion scribbled across his face. Jimin’s been fucked before and based on his confidence Jungkook could guess he has gotten laid quite a few times. It didn’t make sense to Jungkook for Jimin to have never given anyone a hickey?

“What?”

“I.. people prefer to leave them on me. I never got the chance to actually give someone a hickey. I don’t even know how to do it,” the younger shylg mumbled, pulling the pillow over his face to his face that was red from embarrassment.
Jungkook grinned, gently removing the pillow from on top of Jimin’s face. Jimin’s lips were curled into a pout, which Jungkook quickly pecked.

“Come here babe,” Jungkook flipped their positions so now Jimin was straddling him.
He grabbed the youngers small wrists and placing them at the hem of his blue shirt. “Take it off,” he commanded in a sultry voice causing Jimin’s breath to hitch. He loved when Jungkook told him what to do. He loved being bossed around by the older, a weird kink that developed when Jimin met Jungkook.

Jimin slowly lifted up Jungkook’s shirt, revealing Jungkook’s perfectly sculpted abs and broad chest, Jimin swiping his tongue across his lips as he lifted the shirt over Jungkook’s head. He tossed it to the floor.

“Peck around until you find a spot you like then start there..” The brunette mumbled, rubbing Jimin’s thighs with his hands that were rather large compared to Jimin’s small ones which were pressed against Jungkook’s pecks, the cold medal rings on Jimin’s small fingers feeling good against his skin.

Jimin for whatever reason was staring at Jungkook’s collarbones, mesmerized by them and he knew he wanted to leave his mark there.
He carefully leaned down, pressing lips against Jungkook’s collarbone and leaving a sweet kiss. Jimin then swiped his tongue over the skin, experimenting and trying to grow comfortable with the actions. Jungkook dragged his hand up from the back of Jimin’s thigh all the way up to the nape of the younger boys neck, pulling at Jimin’s hair.
With his actions, Jungkook tried to encourage Jimin to continue but Jimin was afraid he was doing something wrong.

Jungkook could tell by Jimin’s hesitant actions and the fact that he hadn’t even started to suck on the skin and was stalling with kisses that Jimin was confused.

“Baby you’re overthinking it. Just suck a little until the skin turns purple and you’re doing good so far. You’re a good boy aren’t you Jimin? Don’t you want to be good to me?” Jimin whimpered, nodding his head in response. He was so fast to enter a sumbissive headspace something only Jungkook knew how to do. Jungkook knew just what to say and just what to do with Jimin to put him into overdrive.

He wanted to be good for Jungkook.
So he leaned back down at the glistening part of Jungkook’s collarbone and pecked the area a few more times before his lips formed an “o” shape and he began to suck, Jungkook’s eyes fluttering shut and humming in approval. “You’re doing so good baby..” Jimin grinned, sucking harder and periodically licking over his collarbone. When he lifted his head back up, a large smile grew across his face, satisfied with the small purple mark that he created on Jungkook’s body. He giggled, rubbing his thumb over the hickey.

Jungkook grabbed his phone and pressed the camera, staring at the purple mark. “Did I do okay?” Jimin asked sounding hopeful.

“You did beautifully Jimin, now come back down here and give me a kiss,” Jungkook pushed Jimin down so their lips met in a short but sweet kiss before Jungkook layed Jimin down next to them so they could cuddle. Jimin was pulled close to Jungkook’s chest, the two laying there together in silence just enjoying each others company.

“So… I saw Minho yesterday when I was walking home..” Jimin felt Jungkook’s body tense at the sound of Minho’s name which he hoped he’d never hear again. His hold around Jimin tightened and Jimin could almost head Jungkook’s jaw clenching.

“Why and where?”

“He stopped me in the street and asked me why I was dodging his texts. He asked me to have early dinner with him.”

“And did you?”

“No.. I told him I was with someone. Then he asked me if I had a boyfriend and I didn’t know what to reply… are we boyfriends Kook?” He asked, looking up at Jungkook wide eyed, lips in a small pout. Jungkook lifted his hand to Jimin’s face and began to caress the youngers cheek.

“I’d love if you would be my boyfriend Jimin.” Jimin’s smile grew, he squealed a little causing Jungkook to chuckle. He was too cute for this world, Jungkook thought.

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-2 weeks and 4 days-

“Hi Yoongi hyung how are you?” Jimin said, putting the phone on speaker and leaving it on his bed while he folded his laundry.

“Im good.. how are you Jiminnie?”

“Im good too,” he hummed, putting his folded boxers into his drawer. “So why’d you call?”

“I can’t call my dongsaeng to ask how he’s doing?” Yoongi asked and Jimin was thankful Yoongi was on the phone so he couldn’t see him blushing from embarrassment. Jimin felt like maybe he sounded a little mean when saying that but it wasn’t his intention. “N-no I didn’t mean it like that you just never really call me so..”

“I just wanted to know if you were okay. Hows um.. things with Jungkook?”
Jimin froze, looking down at his feet. He Knew Yoongi wasn’t happy about his relationship with Jungkook and it was truly hard for him because he looked up to Yoongi. Yoongi took him in and treated him well. He was always there for him in more ways than one.

He was also the first boy to take Jimin’s virginity.

“Oh.. um they’re great actually.. I’m really happy.”

“Oh thats good. So you two are exclusive?”

“Yea..” Jimin said, putting his tshirts on the hangers he pulled out from his closet.
When he was done he flopped down on his bed ad picked up his phone so he could hear Yoongi better.

“I guess that means we cant.. you know anymore..”

Jimin giggled, covering his mouth with the palm of his had as force of habit. “Yes I guess not.”

“I still think what you’re doing is a mistake. The consequences are too severe.”

“Yoongi hyung.. Im falling for him. I can’t ignore how I feel. Love is not manmade like rules are. It’s a feeling that comes naturally to a person and I can see myself loving Jungkook. And him loving me. Why cant you be happy for me?”

Jimin heard Yoongi sigh from the other line.
“It’s not that I’m not happy its that you.. As-as long as you’re happy…”

“I am….”

The conversation ended there. He couldn’t help but wonder what consequences Yoongi was talking about. There would be none if no one found out right? He was sure, exactly 100% sure that no one he didn’t trust would find out about his relationship with Jungkook.

As if on cue, Jimin received a text message from Jungkook just as Jimin was thinking about the older male.

-Be ready in one hour I’ll come and pick you up- Kookie

-why?- Jimin

-Im taking you out for dinner- Kookie

-oooh like a date?- Jimin

-Yes a date :)- Kookie

Jimin broke out into a smile. They’ve been out together for lunch or breakfast or dinner but Jimin did not know if they were necessarily considered dates. They were usually last minute plans in which both he and Jungkook were in their PJ’s just going out for a bite. He liked the idea of being taken on a fancy date with his boyfriend. Truth be told, he’d never been on a date. He never had a boyfriend either. He was always a quick fuck type of guy, never the type to have a crush on anyone.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have a relationship it was just that there was no one who ever particularly piqued his intesrest in that way besides Jungkook.

-what should I wear? -Jimin

-anything nice- Kookie

-although you look nice in anything -Kookie

Jimin let out a short giggle upon reading the text. Suddenly he realized Jungkook was only giving him one hour to get ready. He jumped off his bed and plugged his phone into his speaker to listen to music while he got ready. He could not do anything if his playlist was not on full blast.

He quickly took a shower, and made sure to use the body wash that made him smell like strawberries which he knew Jungkook liked. When he was done, with a towel wrapped around his waist he began to blowdry his hair and brush it out a little with his fingers to get rid of the knots and frizz. He walked over to his nightstand from the bathroom and pulled out a pair of boxers, dropping the towel on the floor to slip them on.

“I fall in love too easily,” he sang along with the song playing, dancing around his room a little. It’s been so long since he danced, he was definitely out of touch for the four weeks of no dancing.

In boarding he and Hoseok would sneak into the dance room to play music and dance or create their own choreographies. Jimin wanted to be a dancer, it’s why every semester he chose to do dance as an elective and hoped to go to dance school. He and Hoseok have a dream to open their own dance studio in Seoul one day.

He grinned, thinking about how he only had two years left until he could leave school and do what he loved. And be with Jungkook without having to hide.

He walked over to his closet and pulled out a blue silky button down shirt, putting his arms into the sleeves then buttoning it down. When he was done, he pulled up his black jeans and tucked the button down into the jeans before wrapping the belt around them and buckling it.
He then slipped on a pair of nice black shoes, and walked over to the mirror to check his look.

He was pretty satisfied with it, never being so picky about what he wore. He was quick when it came to creating his outfits because he knew exactly what looked good on him.

He had about 15 minutes left before Jungkook would be here so he decided to quickly get his makeup done. It was very light make up, just his foundation and dark eyeshadow around his eyes to make them pop.
He also used a little bit of lip tint so his lips were a little more red. A text tone rang through the speaker, grabbing Jimin’s attention. He ran over to his phone to read the text that was from Jungkook which read

-im outside-Kookie

Jimin squealed, unplugging his phone and running out of the house, the door immediately locking after him on it’s own thanks to its lock system his mother thought would be easier to have.
He saw Jungkook’s car in the driveway and he ran towards it, pulling the door open and jumpin inside the seat.

“Wow you really are a stunner Jiminnie,” Jungkook smiled, looking over to Jimin who was pulling the seatbelt over his body. “You’re not too bad yourself kookie hyung.”

“I think I’ve developed a hyung kink thanks to you,” Jungkook groaned letting his head fall back, Jimin giggling at Jungkook’s silliness. In his stomach, butterflies fluttered around, his heart began to race and his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, an effect he was sure only Jungkook could cause.

“Just drive, Kookie-“

“Ah ah ah what was that?”

Jimin rolled his eyes, hitting Jungkook’s arm playfully. “Kookie hyung.”

“Thank you.”

The two drove in silence but it wasnt an awkward silence. It was more of a comfortable silence. At one point Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand, intertwining their fingers while he still stared at te road.
Jimin had to hide his face because his silly smile wouldn’t go away and his blush only grew darker shades of red.

“We’re here,” Jungkook said, putting the car in park when he decided the car was perfectly placed in the parking spot. He turned the car off and ran out to Jimin’s side to open the door for him, Jimin thanking him in response.

They were at the restaurant they went to when Jisoo told them she’d be in Indonesia for 10 days. Jimin didn’t care though like other people might have in his shoes. It didnt matter the place as long as it was him and Jungkook going together.
But then a thought crossed his mind.

“W-wait Jungkook this place is really expensive I can’t let you-“

“Nonsense. My baby deserves the best meal in South Korea. My baby deserves the world and my job is to provide it to you,” Jungkook smiled, grabbing Jimin’s hand and pulling him inside, ignoring Jimin’s insistent complains that this was too much.

“I have a reservation for Jeon Jungkook table for two,” Jungkook said kindly to the man waiting behind the podium, not paying any mind to Jimin who was tugging at the sleeve of Jungkook’s white, loose button down shirt like a little kid.

“Follow me,” The man said leading Jungkook and Jimin to table by the wall where instead of chairs they sat on sofas, a dark wooden table sat between them with a burning candle sitting in the middle of the table, two menus were handed to them.

“A waiter will be with you shortly,” the man in the red uniform said before walking away.
Jungkook lifted the menu, scanning through it which Jimin mimicked in a sassy manor.

When Jimin’s eyes landed on the prices his eyes widened, almaot have forgotten how expensive this place really was. He never cared about the price of the food he got when he ate here because he knew his mother could afford it but now it wasn’t sitting right with him because he knew Jungkook couldnt afford it.
Yet Jungkook was scanning through the menu unnaffected. He knew Jungkook would never let him try and pay for any of the food but he couldn’t figure out how Jungkook was ever going to pay for this.

“Kook really isn’t this too much?”

“Nonsense Jiminnie.”

“But its too expensive-“

“Jimin, I’m using whatever money I have right now on you because you mean a lot to me and I want to have more than burgers and a fast food restaurant at 2 am with you. And I’ll be okay because… I was hired to work at the cafe we went to a few times just this morning. And we’re gonna celebrate.”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, not even being aware of Jungkook applying to any jobs. Nonetheless he was happy the other was getting back out there. “Congratulations Kookie Im happy for you.”

“Thank you baby.. you uh.. you might also be happy to know that I declined the university I got into and applied to another university for a year long photography course…” Jungkook grinned, putting his menu down. Jimin’s face lit up almost immediately. “Seriously!? Kook thats… thats amazing! Wait oh.. um thats sad? Amazing but sad? I dont know!” Jungkook chuckled at how flustered Jimin got.

Jungkook decided law really wasn’t for him and there is no point in pretending to enjoy it. He didnt like it and truthfully he didnt think he ever would enjoy it. “It’s a good thing Jimin. I finally figured out what I wanna do for myself and it’s kind of thanks to you. To what you said at the coffee shop a couple weeks ago.”

Jimin couldn’t help but feel good about being the one to help Jungkook discover his true path. Something about the thought gave Jimin butterflies, a smile growing across his face as he took Jungkook’s hand into his own. “Im really happy for you Kookie hyung. I hope you get in and I bet you’d be an amazing photographer.”

Jungkoook smiled, the two stared at each other with heart eyes like no one else was in restaurant. As if it was just the two of them and no one else mattered.
They didn’t even realize the waiter was already in front of them now, waiting to take their order. But he wasn’t just a random waiter.

“So this is who you’re dating?” Minho pointed pointed to Jungkook with a disgusted face. “I knew it.”

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“So this is who you’re dating?” Minho pointed pointed to Jungkook with a disgusted face. “I knew it.”

Jimin turned his head over, letting out an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes when they landed on Minho who was glaring at Jungkook. Jungkook stared at him amused, as if he expected this to happen.
“You’re interrupting our date Minho,” Jimin said, turning his head stubbornly to avoid the blonde males stare but he could feel Minho’s head turning over, eyes burning holes into Jimin’s skin.

“Are you gonna take our order or should I complain to your manager?” Jungkook asked, leaning back against the sofa, amused expression still on his face and he looked like he was gonna burst out laughing at any second and it confused Jimin. Why did Jungkook seem so relaxed and layed back? Jimin suspected the exact opposite. He expected Jungkook to want to beat the shit out of Minho, not sit back and try to hold back his laughter?

Through gritted teeth, Minho replied. “What can I get you?”

They both ordered for themselves, Minho angrily jotting down their meal and drink choices, immediately leaving without another word when they were done. When Minho was out of sight, Jungkook busted out into fitd of laughter, cracking up to the point where his stomach hurt while Jimin blankly stared at him. “Did you s-see his face!?” Jungkook said through his airless laughs, clutching his stomach.

Jimin didn’t say anything, just stared at Jungkook until he came down from his laughter. Jungkook took a few deep breaths when he was done laughing, using his finger to wipe away the tear that slipped from laughing too hard.

“What was so funny?” Jimin asked, tilting his head.

“How angry he got seeing us together, of course. Did you not find that funny?” Jungkook asked chuckling a bit as he replayed the scene in his head. But Jimin didn’t find it funny. In fact, he began to wonder why Jungkook chose this specific restaurant in the firdt place knowing he couldn’t afford it? That brought up another question. Did Jungkook remember that Minho worked here? Did he go out of his way, taking Jimin to this five star, expensive as hell restaurant, with the knowledge of Minho working here to prove a point to Minho?

“Is that why you brought me here?” Jimin mumbled, looking down at his lap where he fiddled with his fingers. He hoped the answer would be no. He hoped he was wrong about Jungkook’s intentions and that it just happened to be a coincidence that Minho was working tonight and that the fact that he even worked there had actually slipped Jungkook’s mind.

“Huh?” Jungkook asked, truly not being able to hear what Jimin said since he was mumbling at a very quiet volume and the restaurant wasn’t exactly quiet enough for him to hear.

Jimin sighed, lifting his head letting his eyes lock with Jungkook’s. “I said is that why you brought me here? Did you bring me here because you wanted to prove something to Minho?”

Jungkook’s face fell, he closed his mouth firmly as his eyes traveled back and forth between Jimin’s.
“I brought you here because we’re long overdue for a real date between us. And I know you like this restaurant. I didn’t even know he was working here tonight.”

Jimin let out a sigh of relief, nodding his head. He was thankful that he was wrong and that it was just a coincidence that Minho was here tonight. It made his uneasiness about this date wash away. Some might say that maybe He was too quick to belive Jungkooks words but he trusted the other. If it came out of Jungkook’s mouth then it had to be true, he wouldn’t lie to Jimin.

The two chatted for a bit, talking about different memories they have that were fond to them. Then they argued over who was better at video games and even though Jungkook won the argument it didnt stop Jimin’s stubbornness as he grumpily mumbled a bunch of curse words while still arguing that he was better at video games over Kook who could only coo in response.

Their food came shortly, one of the things this place was known for was having amazing gourmet food in such a short waiting time. Minho placed their plates in front of them, making sure to practically throw Jungkook’s at him before walking away. Jungkook snorted mumbling the word “petty” before digging into his food which tasted like victory. He was sure getting a kick out of messing with the blonde.

Halfway through the meal, Jimin excused himself to go the bathroom.

Jungkook wanted to make a comment about the last time he went to the bathroom at this restaurant was to hook up with Minho. It made Jungkook a little nervous as the two had only been dating for a week and he was afraid Jimin was already cheating on him. But he knew Jimin would never do that to him. He hoped he was good enough for Jimin not to even think about it and he trusted the other. So instead he just made a silly comment.

“Don’t take too long or it will look like im having a date with myself,” Jungkook pouted causing Jimin to snort as he walked away to the direction of the bathroom.

When he stepped foot into the little hallway where the bathrooms were, the chatter from outside along with the sound of music playing had dialed down. He was humming to himself, about to open the door to the mens room before he was so suddenly being shoved against the wall, a gasp leaving his throat when he felt the painted cement hit his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing!?” Jimin yelled at Minho who was pressing him closer to the wall making him a second layer of paint.
“Why him?” The blonde asked in a rough tone, Jimin flinching in response. At this point Jimin was annoyed. He was 5th level pissed, face turning red in fury from his neck to the tip of his ears. This was meant to be a peaceful date between he and Jungkook and Minho was completely destroying it.

“Whats it to you!? Don’t you know what a fuckbuddy is? You fuck and thats it! And when one
Party ends it then that. Is. It! You’re not supposed to get jealous of me being on a date with my boyfriend!” Jimin yelled, weekly punching and Minho’s chest to try and push the older male off him but it was of no use.
Minho would not budge.

“But I like you Jimin-ah! What does he have that I don’t?”

“Me. He has me and you don’t so let me go.” Jimin said throgh gritted teeth, losing his patience at ab alarming rate.

“Come on Jimin.. I can treat you so much better…”

Meanwhile Jungkook was checking his watch every few seconds wondering what was taking Jimin so long. By then he’d already been gone a little longer than he should be. He decided he should check on Jimin, knowing the other never took longer than two minutes in the bathroom. He scooted out of the sofa and made his way to the bathroom, silently gasping when his eyes landed on Minho pushing Jimin up against the wall.

With gritted teeth, Jungkook hid behind the wall, peeking his head through enough to see them clearly but not enough for them to see him.

“Come on Jimin… I can treat you so much better..” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Minho, mentally shooting lasers at him. How dare he? How dare he try to persuade Jimin into leaving him for Minho? Who did he think he was?

The whole situation infuriated Jungkook, he was ready to kill Minho but he wanted to hear Jimin’s response. He wanted to know what Jimin would say without him being around.

“What dont you understand Minho!? No! No you can’t the only person who can treat me good is my boyfriend Jungkook not you! My boyfriend Who I like a whole damn lot and whom I will NOT be breaking up with for you or for anybody or for any reason at all so get off me you asshole!” Jimin spat, and Jungkook couldn’t help smile at how cute Jimin was when he was angry. And he loved the words Jimin spat back at Minho.

“You’re lying,” Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’ll prove it to you, Jimin-ah.” Within the time it took Jungkook to blink, Minho’s lips were on Jimin’s forcefully, Jimin pushing and punching Minho trying to get Minho to let go of him but it really was no help. Jungkook could see Jimin fighting back even though he was failing and that’s when he knew he had to step in.

“Yah!” He yelled, startling Minho who turned his head to see where the voice was coming from. He chuckled upon seeing Jungkook.
“Came to watch the show?” Minho sneered, while Jimin looked at him with pleading eyes almost as if to beg Jungkook to get Minho off of him.

Jungkook smirked. He had a plan, one that would teach Minho a lesson. But first he had to provoke him. “Get off my boyfriend or you’ll regret it.” Jungkook said calmly, shoving his hands into his pockets. Minho was not phased though.

But he let go of Jimin anyway to walk in front of Jungkook. When Jimin felt the weight being lifted off his body, he ran to Jungkook,Jungkook pulling the younger close by the waist, a scoff leaving Minho’s lips.

“You know what Jimin-ah? You’re a pussy that’s what you are. A loose little whore and a pussy,” Jimin looked down, the words taking form of daggers and stabbing him in the heart. Jungkook could feel Jimin trembling against his own body and it made him even more angry. Minho was scaring Jimin and Jungkook wasn’t okay with it.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Or what? You gonna fight me over that pathetic little slut? How many other men in their twenties has this little kid fucked with? Maybe I’m dodging a bullet.”

“I said watch it!” Jungkook spat, slowly losing his patience. “You know what? You can spit all those pathetic words out of your shitty little mouth but I know you want Jimin and I still have him. And you have nothing. You’ll never get him or anyone even close to him cause your an ass kissing, dirty degenerate with a shit attitude. ” Jungkook spat, seeing how Minho’s muscles flexed, fists clenched to the point of his knuckles turning white.

He just had to push him a little further.
“And… I bet you have a really.. small.. dick.”

That was enough to send Minho flying towards Jungkook, Pushing Jimin out the way while pushing Jungkook back into the restaurant.

The way to truly insult a man is by insulting their manhood.

Jimin gasped, running after them. Minho had thrown Jungkook on a table in the corner of the restaurant, his back pressed against the painted wood with Minho on to off him, blonde punching the brunette in the face repeatedly. Everyone around them gasping and screaming yet no one could bring themselves to pull the two apart.

“Jungkook-ah!” Jimin cried, his whole body shaking uncontrollably as the tears flowed down his cheeks. Why wasn’t Jungkook fighting back? Why was Jungkook taking what Minho gave to him without defending himself which Jimin knew he could do?

But Jungkook had a different agenda. He needed it to be Minho in top, punching him. Then he’d look like a victim to Minho’s abuse. Jimin put his hands over his hands, not knowing how to stop him pr what to do. His heart was beating at an abnormal speed, “Minho stop you’re gonna kill him!” Jimin yelled through broken sobs.

“Minho get off him!” An older but shorter man who seemed to be the manager yelled as he struggled to run to them due to his weight and how tight his black pants were but he made it eventually. He fumed, grabbing Minho by the back of his maroon shirt, pulling him off Jungkook.
When he felt the weight lifting off him, the abuse stopping, Jungkook sat up and began to cough up blood that was pooling in his mouth.

Jimin yelled, running to Jungkook and cupping the older males bloody and scratched up face in his hands. “K-kook-“

“Im okay baby..” Jungkook whispered interrupting Jimin, using his sleeve to wipe the blood leaking from his nose off his face. He grabbed Jimin’s wrists gently, rubbing his thumbs over both of them. His face was hurting, probably gonna start bruising soon but Jungkook knew it was worth what he hoped would happen if he planned this correctly.

“What’s going on here!?” The manager yelled before noticing Minho had not a scratch on him while Jungkook was bleeding from his nose and had a busted lip and a forming bruise on his cheek.
It gave him the impression that Minho attacked Jungkook, which he did that was true. But Jungkook could have fought back. He didn’t because he wanted it to look this way. The chubby man turned around to Jungkook, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Sir I’m so sorry for my employees behavior-“

“Sorry!?” Jungkook yelled, startling the manager. In his mind he thought that at a moment like this he was grateful for having taken acting class in sophomore year. “This man sexually harrased my boyfriend and then proceeded to attack me and all you have to say is sorry!?” Jungkook yelled, throwing his hands in the air. The managers eyes shot over to Jimin who was holding onto Jungkook as if the older male would disappear, his eyes still glossy, tear stained cheeks and his bottom lip quivering.

The manager turned to Minho and shot him the deadliest glare Jimin has ever witnessed. “We will take care of him sir. He will be fired immediately-“

“Janghyung-ssi!” Minho gasped, staring at the shorter male in disbelief.
“Shut up Minho you have done and said enough! You are to apologize to these two young men an then you are to take your stuff and leave!”

“Firing him will do what!? You think I am going to pay for my meal after having been beaten up and my boyfriend assulted!? I should sue this place!” Jungkook yelled, pointing a finger at the Manager whose name appeared to be Janghyun.

At the word “sue” the short mans eyes widened, filling with worry. “N-no no no please don’t sue! Your meal is completely free! You can have free meals whenever you like! For a month! Please dont sue!”

Well Jungkook was not expecting free meals for a month. He was kind of just hoping to at least have this meal free because Jimin was right. He definitely could not afford this restaurant at all.

“Fine… but he better be fired.”

“He will be! Right now!”

When Jungkook felt satisfied, he pushed past Minho, who looked ready to kill Jungkook, and the manager without another word, Jimin’s arm still linking to his. Everyone in the restaurant kept their eyes on the two until they were finally out the door.
They walked to the parking lot in complete silence, Jimin replaying tonights events in his mind.

Jungkook opened the car door for Jimin, waiting for the younger to be fully seated before going into the car himself, starting it and backing out of the full parking lot. The whole event was traumatic for the younger yet for some reason that was not what was on his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Minho called him. What Minho said about him always going for 20 year old men. He wondered what Jungkook thought..

The first few minutes of the car ride were silent until Jungkook felt inclined to say something to Jimin. “Baby…”

“Hm?” Jimin replied, not taking his eyes away from the window, staring at all the trees passing by.
“You mad at me?” Jungkook asked, his eyes switching from the road, to Jimin, then back at the road.

Mad? How could Jimin be mad at him when he defended him and stood up against Minho for him?
He wasn’t mad about that or about anything. He just couldn’t get Minho’s words to leave his mind.

“No… I could never be mad at you,” Jimin sighed, eyes shutting at the same time.

“Are you okay?”

For a moment Jimin didn’t know what to answer. Was he okay? He didn’t feel like it. He had never felt so violated and so naked in his life. He felt dirty.

“No…. Kook.. Do you… d-do you think what he said is true? Do you think I’m a w-whore and a slut?” Saying those words knowing they were directed to him felt like Spitting up pure acid. They burned his throat and physically pained him on the inside.

“No! No Jimin you are none of those things he called you. He’s just a child okay? I told you guys like him were trouble. Im sorry he forced himself on you and that I couldn’t have protected you sooner. But don’t let that asshole get to you okay? You’re gorgeous and beautiful and I really fucking like you Jimin.”

Jimin felt a funny flutter in his stomach, like butterflies ready to be released. He could not help the smile forming on his face upon hearing Jungkook say he liked him a lot.

“Y-you know.. we’ve only been together for a little over a week but I f-feel like.. like I want to be with you forever.. is.. is that weird? Or unnatural? Ive never been in a relationship I dont know what all these new feelings are..” Jimin nervously chuckled, fiddling with the hem of his button down, too embarrassed to look at Jungkook.

“It’s not unnatural Jiminnie. I can already tell you’re the one for me. In such a short time knowing you I feel like you know me better than anyone else does. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. Thats why I lo-like you so much.” Jungkook cleared his throat.

“So… my place?” Jungkook asked, his voice cracking mid question causing Jimin to giggle at how cute Jungkook secretly was. “Yea.. we’re long overdue for some cuddles and I definitely need to clean up all the blood on your face.”

-1 week and 3 days-

“Jiminnie wake up,” Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s hair, dragging his finger tips up and down the younger boys arm.
It was 12pm. Noon, and Jimin was still asleep. Not that Jimin minded, he loved having the younger this close to him. Jungkook loved watching Jimin sleep in his clothes a little more. Jungkook’s clothes were so big over Jimin’s petite body, something that was found by Jungkook to be the cutest thing he’s ever seen next to Jimin pouting and making grabby hands of course.

“I don’t wanna,” Jimin mumbled, shutting his eyes tighter, nuzzling his nose over Jungkook’s soft pillow. “Come on Jiminnie we said we’d go school supply shopping together today remember?” Jungkook asked, bring his fingers up to Jimin’s forehead where he pushed the silver strands away from Jimin’s eyes and behind his ears instead.

“Ever tell you how much I love this hair color?” Jungkook hummed pressing a kiss just under Jimin’s ear. “Every morning,” Jimin mumbled in response, turning his body so he was facing Jungkook. He snuggled close to Jungkook’s chest, letting his legs tangle with the brunettes.

“Come on baby we need to buy your supplies today..”

“I don’t want to. It means I’m closer to leaving you..” He whined, his eyes fluttering open and looking up at Jungkook who was grinning down at him.

“You’re not leaving me baby. You’re just going to school that doesn’t mean anything because you’re gonna call me and text me everyday and see me every time you have break right?”
Jimin nodded slowly, indication to Jungkook that Jimin was sad. He was too. Time was flying so fast, Jungkook wanted it to and soon Jimin would be gone for months

“I’ll come see you on your birthday in a couple weeks..” Jimin hummed, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s bare chest.
“And I’ll come for yours but first.. we have to buy your school supplies and then I have to go to work.”

Yes, work. Two days after the fight with Minho, the cafe he liked to go to with Jimin. He applied along with two other places that bever got back to him and it made him scared byt he was glad he got a job at the cafe.
He’d rather work there.

It was maybe his 6th day working there and he liked it. Everyone was nice to him and he found out he had a hidden talent. Making Vanilla lattes.
He made sure to bring a latte back for Jimin every day and Jimin always told Jungkook he could not get enough of it and that it was the best coffee he ever had. Jungkook still believes Jimin was just being nice or he was just being to humble.

“Okay I’ll get up,” Jimin grumbled, mumbling curse words as he separated himself from Jungkook and dragging his feet over to the bathroom.

The two were at the store, Jungkook pushing the cart while Jimin threw things into the cart.
“I forgot how annoying this was,” Jungkook groaned. Jimin wacked Jungkook’s head with the notebook he was holding in his hand before throwing it into the cart. “Yah! Stop complaining you were the one who told me we had to do this!” Jimin chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Yes and I suddenly remember why I hated it so much.”

“Well we’re done anyway,” Jimin mumbled, unexpectedly Jumping into the empty part of the cart. “Yah! You expect me to push your heavy ass around?” Jungkook whined.

“Yes. That is your job as my boyfriend now lets go. Giddy up horsey you’re gonna be late to work.” Jimin hummed, offering Jungkook a sweet, innocent looking smile, the older male narrowing his eyes at him.
“Don’t act so innocent with that cute smile of yours.”

“I am innocent Jungkookie hyung.”

“You weren’t so innocent yesterday when you were riding me and begging me to let you cum,” Jungkook said in a voice, a full octave lower than his normal voice, smirking when he saw Jimin’s smile fall and his cheeks turn red.

“K-kook! You cant say those things in public!” Jimin whisper yelled, clearly flustered, embarrassed and it showed when he was turning his heard in all directions to see if anyone in their radius heard what he said.

“Hmm I just did though…” Jungkook started pushing the cart which was only a little harder with Jimin in it.

“Your bruise is fading,” Jimin commented, pointing to the semi visible bruise on Jungkook’s cheek from the hit he took from Minho.
The busted lip healed enough to where it was just a small scab that you could hardly see but the bruise was taking its sweet time to leave Jungkook’s normally flawless skin.

“Yea thankfully, I look stupid with it. And I don’t like having a reminder that I let Minho kick my ass right on my face for the world to see,” Jungkook chuckled, getting in line to check out Jimin’s school supplies. He and Jimin, from the inside of the cart of course, began to place everything they got onto the conveyor belt, the middle aged looking lady already starting to scan.

“Are you buying this one too?” The lady chuckled pointing at Jimin who only giggled, looking at Jungkook with his eyebrows raied for an answer.

“Nah I think I might wanna put him back on the shelf,” Jimin gasped at Jungkook’s answer, leaning over to hit him weakly on the chest.
The lady laughed, amused at Jungkook’s joke,watching as Jungkook ruffled The mop of silver hair sitting on Jimin’s head.

“You two together?” She asked.

“We were,” Jimin huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, a grumpy pout forming on his lips. Jungkook could only smile at how cute Jimin was even when pretending to be mad. Jimin looked cute doing anything and every time Jungkook saw him or thought about him his mind took a huge swerve and he wanted pinch Jimins cheeks.

The lady seemed to enjoy the two boys bickering, watching them with intense amusement. She said the price of Jimin’s school supplies and Jimin handed her a card.

While she swiped it, Jimin crawled out of the blue shopping cart, stumbling on his way out, Jungkook catching the younger in his arms. 
“Clumsy,” Jungkook chuckled pulling Jimim up, The silver haired glaring at him.

When they had all their bags, they wished the lady a lovely day. Jungkook dropped Jimin over home, and seeing that Jisoo’s car was not there he figured it was fine if he helped Jimin take the bags into the house.

“Have a good day at work Kookie,” Jimin said, standing on his tippy toes as he wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, Pressing a sweet kiss onto Jungkook’s lips.

“Thank you baby.”

It was already 1pm, Jungkook had been at work for a couple hours. One thing he loved about this cafe was the smooth jazz they played. It mixed nicely with the sounds made by the coffee machine and the people chattering silently. He met nice people here and mean people here. But never someone he knew.

Until today of course.

Jungkook had just finished making someones coffee when his co-barista, Jinah, asked him to take the order of the woman waiting at the register. Only two of them were working that day.

“I’ll do it but give this coffee to the man standing there,”Jungkook said, giving the cup to Jinah and walking to the register.

“Hi how may I help y- …. Oh.. Hello Jisoo.”

She looked just as surprised to see Jungkook amd he looked to see her. For a few days Jungkook had been so distracted with Jimin he had almost forgotten Jisoo’s existence and that He dated Jimin’s mom and was now dating Jimin.

He forgot. Because Jimin made it easy to forget, even when being daily reminder.
“Jungkook,” she said, body stiffening when her eyes landed om the man who was supposed to take her order.
She had been fine with the break up but now seeing Jungkook, sadness she felt at the time of the break up resurfaced.
Jungkook could see it on her face, on the frown that she tried to hide that she was not expecting to see him here.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” she mumbled, clearing her throat after her voice cracked at the end of the sentence. She was still in her scrubs so Jungkook guessed she was on her break.

“Yea.. started a couple weeks ago. So.. what can I get you?”

“Just an iced coffee with no sugar. Medium please.”

As Jungkook typed her order, the awkward silence stretched. She read the prive on the little screen and gave the money to Jungkook just as he was about to tell her the price. She gave him a twenty which was a little much for a $3 coffee. He looked up at her with his eyebrows raised, but decided not to comment proceeding to open the register to get change.

“No no.. keep it.”

“I’m not taking your pity money Jisoo.” Jungkook replied, counting the change then handing it over to Jisoo who surprisingly accepted it without arguemet which was so unlike her.
Just when Jungkook thought she accepted the change, she put the money in the “TIPS” can.

“Now you have to take it,” she grinned, Jungkook jokingly rolling his eyes, a chuckle leaving his throat. Jungkook without a word, walked to where the coffee machine was and began to make her order. She followed him there but from the other side of the counter. The counter was low enough for them to still see each others faces from opposite sides.

“So how are you?” Jisoo asked Jungkook who had not realized she was still standing in front of him.

“Oh.. Im good, doing okay for a broke college student,” he chuckled, setting the cup under the coffee machine, pressing a few buttons. When the brown liquid began to poor in the cup, he looked up, making eye contact with Jisoo.
“And you?”

“Not so good.. Me and Jimin are not on the best terms and I tried to stay home more to be with him but he’s never home anymore. He wont tell me where he goes but Im worried about him,” she let out a distressed sigh, not realizing Jungkook’s body suddenly stiffening.

He knew where Jimin always was. In his apartment, under his sheets.
He felt guilt rush up his esophagus, burning like acid.

“Im sure hes fine… he’s a smart kid he can handle himself.”

“Yes but he wont even come back at night! I think he’s just going through one of these rebellious phases he has..”
That confused Jungkook. What was that supposed to mean? What phase?

“Phase?” He asked, removing the cup and pouring some milk into the cup then placing the top carefully. He handed the hot cup to Jisoo, who hissed a little when taking it, the cup’s heat a little too much for her palms. She took a few napkins from the napkin dispenser and held the cup with the napkins so she wouldnt feel the burn as much.

“Yea. When he was little and we would argue he would always do things to get back at me. Things that were abnormal and so unlike such a a good boy like him. Like we fought about his grades once and he went and dyed his hair red knowing I hated hair dye. Or this time we fought about the clothes he wore outside to a fancy restaurant so he flirted with the pool boy in front of me,” she chuckled.

“It almost worked too! The pool boy was 19 or so and Jimin was only 14 being his cheeky little self. He purposely threw himself at The boy to bother me. Very rebellious kid for someone as sweet as he is. Well.. I guess I should let you get back to work… it was nice to see you.”

“Y-yea you too..”
Jisoo gave him a little wave before she walked away leaving Jungkook completely confused and wondering.

Was that what Jungkook was to Jimin? A rebellious phase to get back at his mom? No.. Jimin wouldnt do that to him.. yet repeating that to himself wasn’t settling his thoughts. His mind was spiraling and he began to feel a wave of sadness crash over him. He genuinely liked Jimin. Actually he thinks he likes Jimin a little more than what should be considered just liking someone.

The thought of Jimin being with him as just a phase really fazed him more than seeing his ex, the mom of his current boyfriend for the first time in a month.

He knew he had to talk to Jimin about this.
But he was scared of Jimin’s answer.

Chapter Text

1 week-

Reassurance came to Jungkook in many ways. Little things reassured him of other little things. Like the sun beating down on him reassured him he was on earth. The noise the fan in his room made reassured him he was home. The way Jimin snuggled closer to him reassured him he had someone he could potentially love.

But he needed reassurance that he was someone Jimin could potentially love. After the conversation with Jisoo, Jungkook couldn’t push away the thoughts in his mind that told him he could be a phase. Teenagers have lots of phases, they get bored easily. No matter how hard Jungkook tried to push these thoughts out of his mind, they continued to lurk at the back of his head.

“Can I ask you something Chim?” Jungkook mumbled, coming up behind Jimin and wrapping his arms around the others waist so his chest was pressing against Jimin’s back. Jimin was pouring himself a cup of water, jumping a little from the unexpected contact.
“Hm?”

The right words to ask this question weren’t coming to Jungkook. He had been avoiding asking this question for three days which was when he saw Jisoo. The words she embedded into his mind were almost unerasable an the only way he could silence the doubts was if he asked. Yet He couldn’t figure out how to ask this question properly. Before he could think though, his body pushed the words out of his mouth in a “tear off the bandaid” kind of way.

“Be honest with me.. am I what you really want?” Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed as he processed Jungkook’s question. He turned around in Jungkook’s arms, looking up at the older male who had a facial expression that so clearly read “inner turmoil.”

“What do you mean?”

“Am I what you want? Is this real..? Like.. Im not a phase or a fling to you am I? Cause I really want you and despite our relationship crossing so many lines I know it’s you I want.. do you feel the same way?” A part of Jungkook felt like he was back in highschool confessing his feelings to someone he’s had a crush on since the fifth grade. He was afraid of being rejected which was weird. Weird how his fears from childhood followed him through to adulthood.

“Kook where is all this coming from? Of course I want you. This isnt a fling to me. I want everything with you if we can have that…”
Jimin couldn’t help but wonder what sparked this question in Jungkook’s mind. It was he who confessed to him, wasn’t it? It was Jungkook who pushed him away..? Jimin couldn’t figure out what made Jungkook believe he only saw him as a fling.

“What made you ask?”

Jungkook didn’t feel comfortable telling Jimin that his mother put those thoughts in his head so he pushed that away. “Nothing just.. just wanted to make sure we were on the same page..”

//

The two spent every single day with each other before Jimin had to leave. Unfortunately it was Jimin’s last day before being shipped to boarding school and time was moving quick for the day.

The two had been together for almost a full month and now they were being separated by school, something Jimin had dreaded when he became friends with Jungkook then eventually more. Because he knew it meant he had to leave.

During their days together, Jimin felt like their limited time did not exist. He felt like it was just imaginary and if he could pretend long enough that they had all the time in the world then it would come true. Kind of like if a person told a lie so much they’d start to believe it.

Now Jimin was holding onto Jungkook, scared of tomorrow, because tomorrow morning Jimin will be on a train to Seoul and Jungkook will still be in Busan. Two different cities, far away from each other with nothing but a phone call a day connecting them.

“I don’t wanna leave you..” Jimin sniffled, fists holding onto Jungkook’s shirt tightening as if he’d lose the other if he didn’t hold on enough.
He had been crying for the past twenty minutes, his tears wetting a small area of Jungkook’s white shirt, now a much darker shade of grey.

“I know babe. You’ll be back for Christmas.. only a few months away okay? I’ll see you then and you’ll get the best gift yea?”

“I don’t need a gift I need you Kook..” He looked up at Jungkook through his wet lashes. It almost hurt to look at the other because he knew he won’t see him again tomorrow. Looking at Jungkook felt like acid spilling into his eyes. It was a pain he had never felt before in his life.

But even though he felt pain under Jungkook’s touch, three words were dancing on his tongue, begging to be said and for Jungkook to hear. There was no point in denying it any longer, no point in pretending it wasn’t there. Jimin knew Jungkook was the only person He could ever be with so there was no reason to hold anything back when saying

“I love you Jungkook…”

Jungkook stared at him, eyes more focused on Jimin now. Hearing Jimin say those words to him gave him the confirhe needed to say it back.

“I love you too, Jimin.”

He did. All the relationships he’s been in before he thought he had experienced love so many times. But he was wrong. What he and Jimin had was love. Park Jimin was his first real love, and Jeon Jungkook was Jimin’s first love.

“Show me that you love me then.. let me feel you one last time before I go.. please.

“Jimin maybe now isn’t the best time to have sex-“

“No..” Jimin interupted, shaking his head a little. “Not sex.. love,” Jimin’s eyes were full of stars, the ones in the universe could never compare. The chances of Jungkook ever being able to say no to Jimin who looked at him with eyes that resembled galaxies were slim to none.

He lightly pushed Jimin down on his back, swing his leg over the others waist so he was straddling him. Jungkook surged down, capturing Jimin’s lips in a kiss. Jimin let out a sigh of relief. It was moments like this were he was reminded that he had someone who loved him enough to kiss him like he was the worlds largest diamond, it truly was the best feeling in the world.

Their lips firmly moving against each other in sync, like a practiced choreography which they could technically consider it to be as they’ve done this so many times. Yet each kiss brought up a whole new feeling in the two, each time feeling like the very first.

Jimin latched his small fingers onto the hem of Jungkooks shirt, pulling it off the brunettes body and tossing it somewhere in the room.
Jungkook’s lips traveled down Jimin’s neck, finding a good spot to leave a beautiful purple mark on so that even in his first day of school, Jungkook would in a way be with him, on his body. Showing everyone at that pathetic posh school that Jimin belonged to someone.

His lips felt like fire on Jimin’s skin, burning through but it felt exhilarating and Jimin couldn’t get enough. His fingers entangling themselves deep into the strands of Jungkook’s dark brown hair, pulling roughly all while pushing the older males head closer to the curve of his neck.

Little whimpers and hisses forced themselves out of Jimin’s throat as Jungkook began to grind his body down over Jimin’s, their clothed centers rubbing over each other. His body began to tremble and they haven’t even gotten to the real deal yet. Jungkook knew how to rile him up so good like no one ever could.

“K-kook..” He moaned. It’s embarrassing how he whimpers as the other creates lovebites on his pale skin. He never knew how sensitive he was under his ears until there were a pair of soft lips pressed against the area, sucking roughly but he loved it anyway. The other was sucking hickeys onto places Jimin will never know how to cover, purposely trying to claim him in a way where everyone will know who he belongs to.

The brunette lifted his head, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Jimin’s neck where he left a gorgeous hickey that would surely take longer than a week to fade and that’s what he was aiming for.

“Take your shirt off,” Jungkook whispered, Jimin complying almost instantly as if he had been waiting for the command. His shirt met Jungkook’s somewhere on the floor and it took Jungkook less than one second to attack Jimin’s chest with wet kisses, mumbling the word “mine” after every kiss.

“Yours..” Jimin replied followed by a gasp when he felt a pair of lips pressing an open mouthed kiss over his right nipple, his back arching at the contact. As much as Jimin loved everything before sex, he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed Jungkook inside him.

“Kook please enough! I can’t w-wait..” he whined, squirming under Jungkook’s touch, the brunette only humming in response. Jungkook loved how eager Jimin was for him. Him and nobody else.

“Patience baby.”

Jungkook continued pressing kissing down Jimin’s milky skin down to when he reached the waistband of Jimin’s boxers, thankful that he had not been wearing pants in the first place. Jungkook latched his teeth onto the waistband, pulling it down Jimin’s legs until they reached his ankles where the brunette took the material out of his mouth and use his hands to discard of the grey underwear.

He pressed littke kisses up the side of Jimin’s leg, to his thigh until he reached Jimin’s cock, slightly smaller than his own but Jungkook weirdly loves that. It was cute just like Jimin.

Jungkook let out a sigh, the air hitting the base of Jimin’s cock, it twitching in response to which Jungkook could only chuckle.
“Already so desperate and needy..”

Jimin keened at the words, eyes shutting as tight as they could. He pushed his arms down so his hands could cover his cock, embarrassed at how small it was in comparison to Jungkook’s. “Baby no hiding,” Jungkook mumbled, gently moving Jimin’s hands away. “You know I love how cute you are..” He pressed a kiss onto Jimin’s hipbone.

“I love everything about you.”

Jungkook pressed an open mouth kiss on the tip before slowly swirling his tongue around the head causing Jimin to uncontrollably let out whines, back arching even more. “So responsive Jiminnie.. so goddamn perfect,” Jungkook said, pressing a couple more kisses around Jimin’s cock, before continuing to take down Jimin’s head but stopping there, being the tease he was.

Jimin, needing something to hold onto, gripped the sheets, grabbing two fists full of the white material and pulling on it as Jungkook began to inch down Jimin’s cock into his throat.

Tears of pleasure began to form pools in Jimin’s eyes, not being able to handle the feeling of warmth that was the inside of Jungkook’s mouth and the brunettes tongue swirling around his length wasn’t helping. His moans grew louder and more desperate as Jungkook bobbed his head up and down quickly making sure Jimin would forget how to breathe, using his hand to pump the part of Jimin’s cock that he couldn’t take into his mouth. He bobbed his head faster for a few more seconds before pulling up with a gasp, Jimin’s body jolting at the sudden disappearance of pleasure.

“Jungkook!”

“Yes.. Jungkook. Better not forget my name when you’re gone. Not gonna forget the only person who can give this to you right?”

“No I w-wont! Only y-you!”

Jungkook smirked satisfaction as he took hold of Jimin’s saliva slicked shaft, pumping quickly. Jimin’s small gasps and whines were like music to Jungkook’s ears, letting him know he was making Jimin feel so good.

He took a moment to really observe the seen in front of him. Jimin looked so fucked out, his chest heaving up and down at an unsteady rythm, hair and mess over his forehead, his eyes shut tight and his lips glossy.
He mentally photographed the moment so he wouldn’t forget the art in front of him when it had to be shipped of for a long time.

“Im gonna c-cum!” Jimin whined, a cue for Jungkook to stop what he was doing.

He let go of Jimin’s cock, the youngers body jolting forward at the loss of contact. Jungkook edged him, something Jimin hated but at the same time loved. Hated because he wanted to cum and was being denied to chance to but loved because it made his actual orgasm that much more intense.

He was trying to hold back his desperate whimpers but it was harder than he hoped it would be especially with Jungkook making him feel like he was floating but then pulling him back down before he could reach his euphoria.

“Do I need to stretch you?”

Jimin shook his head, cheeks heating up as he remembered how he fingered himself just last night to the thought of Jungkook, but he would not tell Jungkook that because he’d never hear the end of it.

“Did my dirty Jiminnie stretch himself already?” Jungkook asked, getting off Jimin to turn the other around. They’ve done this too many times, The younger already knowing that if Jungkook turned him around with his large hands on Jimin’s waist then he had put his ass up. He did just that almost as if it was scripted.

Jungkook moaned at the sight of Jimin’s fat ass and twitching pink hole, it felt so great to say this pretty little boy was all his. He licked the pad of his thumb, rubbing Jimin’s hole slowly with it. He used his other hand to softly rub over Jimin’s ass before raising it and bring it down onto Jimins cheek hard, the silver haired jolting forward with a despairing yell.

“You did huh.. did you think about me?”

Even though Jimin tried to escape telling Jungkook what he did the night before, Jungkook knew Jimin too well and was already able to figure it out. He was so easy to read.

“Y-yes! Jungkook P-please!”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me!”

“We’re not gonna fuck tonight Jimin..” Jungkook got off the bed and walked over to the light switch and flicking it off. Thankfully it was just time for sunset so they still had some light in the room that came through the window.

“We’re making love..” Jimin shivered at the word love and suddenly a wave of excitement surged through him and he has truly never looked forward to anything more in his life.

In the blink of an eye, Jungkook’s pants were off and the head of his cock was circling over Jimin’s rim which was clenching and unclenching,needing Jungkook inside him. He felt Jungkook finally began to push in but he realized that he couldn’t have it this way.

This was the last time he’d be with Jungkook for months, he wanted to see the other instead of seeing the headboard of Jungkook’s bed.
“Wait!” Jungkook stopped at Jimin’s command, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“I want to see you…”

It took Jungkook a few seconds to process Jimin’s wish but he complied because he truly wanted to see Jimin too. He wanted to see the others face when he gives him pleasure, he wanted to see Jimin looking back down at him with tears in his eyes, to see him whine and moan.

So he changed their positions. They were both sitting, but Jimin was sitting in Jungkook with his arms wrapped around the brunettes neck while Jungkook’s arms were wrapped around the others torso. They were gonna have hug sex and Jimin nor Jungkook complained. It was a very intimate position, one Jimin has never quite been in before but was happy to be in with Jungkook.

“Can I push in baby?” Jungkook whispered, pressing his lips firmly against Jimin’s shoulder. The silver haired boy nodded, sinking down onto Jungkook’s cock while Jungkook pushed his hips up gently. When he was completely in, Jimin let out a relieved sigh, finally being given what he had been craving so desperately.

He opened his mouth, letting out a silent scream as he tried to adjust to the stretch of Jungkook’s thick cock which he had to do everytime they had sex because Jimin’s hole still stayed so tight no matter how many times they fucked.

“Still so tight Jiminnie. I could fuck you for hours and your hole will still be so fucking tight..” Jungkook mumbled with his lips still pressed over Jimin’s shoulder, leaving more kissed around that area and his collarbones too because goddamn Jimin had nice collarbones.

Jimin lifted his hips and brought himself back down with a grunt, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He tried again and again, each time a little quicker than the last until finally he found that special spot inside him and he knew it when he felt an overwhelming sensation rush through his body and a loud moan involuntarily leave himself as he hid his head in the curve of Jungkook’s neck.

Jungkook rubbed up and down Jimin’s back, whispering words of love into Jimin’s ears as the other bounced up and down On Jungkook’s cock, using his dancer hips so well. “Good boy Jiminnie. Doing so well..” he whispered, taking hold of Jimin’s member and rubbing his thumb over the head that was covered in Jimin’s precum.

Jungkook played with Jimin’s cock while the younger continued to bounce up and down, pausing a couple times to roll his hips, a string of moans leaving his lips that seemed neverending.

“Feels s-so good!” Jimin whimpered, trying to quicken his actions but his hips were tired, giving out and almost collapsing on Jungkook.
The older could tell Jimin was tired so he slid both his hands down, grabbing Jimin’s ass to hold it in place as he began to fuck into Jimin and a quick, almost inhumane pace.

“S-shit! Jungkook!”

“Yell my name baby. Louder”

“Kook! Jungkook fuck! It feels s-so g-good I c-cant!”

Jungkook let out small grunts as he fucked into Jimin’s hole, causing the other to bounce up and down as Jungkook’s cock perfectly hit his prostate. Jimin could hardly think straight, his brains being completely fucked out along with his sanity because Jungkook was truly driving him towards the edge of losing it.

“I’m not gonna l-last!”

“Come on baby. You can hold it a little longer for me can you?” Jungkook growled into Jimin’s ear, giving the younger a hard smack on the side of his ass, the skin turning red almost immediately. Truthfully, Jimin liked riding Jungkook, being able to set his own pace and work through with it but this..oh this was something else. Jungkook was fucking hard enough into him to beat his prostate dead.

“I c-cant Kook!”

“Just a little more princess,” Jungkook flipped then over so Jimin was laying down on his back, giving Jungkook a better and more comfortable position to fuck into Jimin as hard as he wanted to, Jimin’s body moving up and down with the rythm of every thrust. Jimin let out loud and broken moans that were so beautiful yet so obscene. His body was trembling under Jungkook’s touch. “Fuck, if you could see yourself right now. Taking it like a good little boy.”

“A-Ah HYUNG!” Jimin sobbed, tears stream down his cheeks as he choked out broken sobs of pleasure and pain. Watching Jimin like this, lips parted and cheeks flushed, looking like he was getting his brains fucked out was doing things to him. Unspeakable things that no matter after how many times he’d see it he would never be prepared for it again.

Jungkook sinked his nails into the thick fat of Jimin’s thighs, keeping them in place as he began to chase his own climax through Jimin.

Jimin let out a whine, eyes rolling to the back of his head as cum shot out of his cock, landing on his stomach. Jimin’s mind went blank as his hole clenched tight around Jungkook’s cock creating a tighter and warmer space which Jungkook could not handle, releasing into Jimin with a groan of pleasure, his own body shaking slightly thanks to the intensity of his orgasm.

The room was no longer filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other but instead with heavy breaths coming from both Jimin and Jungkook as they left their orgasm daze.

Jungkook pulled out of Jimin causing a loud gasp to leave Jimin’s throat. He was so full of Jungkook’s cum and it felt so good to feel it leak out of his hole. He wanted to remember the feeling of Jungkook in him always. Jungkook collapsed beside Jimin, pulling him in and tangling their legs together.

“I love you..” Jimin whispered, pressing his palm over Jungkook’s chest, feeling his heartbeat starting to slow down.

“I love you too baby.”

//

It was 9 at night and Jimin had to go back home. He was at Jungkook’s door, hugging Jungkook as if he was falling off a building and Jungkook was the rope he had to hold to pull him to safety.
“I don’t wanna leave you..” he choked out, tears wetting Jungkook’s shirt.

“You have to call me every day okay?” Jungkook whispered, nuzzling his nose into the strands of Jimin’s silver hair.

“I w-will! Everyday.. I love you Jungkook.”

“I love you too Jimin.. do good in school and make sure no stupid highschool boy tries to make grabby hands at you. You’re all mine.” Jungkook pecked his nose, Jimin letting a giggle leave his throat through his tears.

“I have to g-go now..”

“I know..”

“Goodbye Jungkook.”

“Goodbye Jimin..” Jungkook leaned down, firmly pressing his lips over Jimin’s, being able to taste the salt from his tears on Jimin’s lips. He had to be strong for Jimin’s sake and hold back his own tears, though he wanted so badly to cry.

When they parted, Jimin immediately turned around and walked away quickly, afraid if he spent another second around Jungkook, he wouldn’t be able to gather enough strentgh to leave.

Jungkook watched as Jimin walked away and when the younger was out of his sight, he allowed the few tears to slip down his cheeks, stepping back into his apartment and shutting the door behind him.

//

“Jimin? Honey why do you look like you’ve been crying?” Jisoo asked as she stepped aside to let Jimin inside the house. For once, Jimin needed his mother to hold him. He needed the comfort she could provide him even if he was mad at her, even if she would disown him if she knew why he needed the comfort.

He jumped into his mothers arms, sobs escaping his lips and tears soaking through her pink shirt. She let out an a surprised noise, hesitantly wrapping her arms around Jimin’s torso, letting her son cry in her arms.

Jimin’s never felt a pain like this. He knew he’d only be gone for a few months, but he didnt know if he could survive a few months without Jungkook when he grew so accustomed to spending every day with him.

When his sobs died down and turned into whimpers, Jisoo finally gathered enough courage to ask Jimin about the elephant in the room.
“What happened? Why are you crying?” She whispered, scratching Jimin’s scalp gently like he loved her to do when he was a kid.

“I dont want to talk about i-it.. I just.. want to sleep and go to school t-tomorrow..” he said, sniffling and stepping out of the hug. She gave him an understanding nod, pressing a kiss onto his forehead and wishing him a goodnight.

“If you want to talk about it before you go, just wake me up and I’ll listen to you as long as you need me.. okay?”
“Okay..” he nodded, watching as she gave him a sympathetic grin, walking upstairs to her room.

Jimin went to his room and immediately walked to the sink to wash his tear stained face. He had purposely wore a turtle neck to hide the large hickey Jungkook left him that now he had to look at every morning until it faded to remind him of who was so far away.

When he was done splashing cold water onto his face, he grabbed the towel and dried the droplets that had already started their journey, cascading down his skin.

He began to feel his pockets for his phone, furrowing his eyebrows when he realized his phone wasn’t in any of his pockets. He left his phone on Jungkook’s night stand…

“Crap..”

As if on cue there was a knock on the door. Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed as he walked out of his room and to the front door. He opened it, almost gasping when it revealed Jungkook with his hands in his pockets, awkwardly standing.

Jimin gulped, cheeks burning up. For some reason this encounter felt awkward even though they just saw each other ten minutes ago. Maybe it was because they had already said their goodbyes and Now there they were standing in front of each other again.. forced to say goodbye again.

“You uh.. left this at the apartment..” Jungkook cleared his throat pulling Jimin’s phone out of his pocket and handing it over to Jimin. The younger took it, whispering a small thank you, not being able too look at Jungkook so he looked somewhere else instead.

“Don’t do that..” Jungkook whispered, hooking his fingers under Jimin’s chin and pushhing up so Jimin was looking at him again.
“Its bad enough I cant see you for so long now you wont look at me…”

“I just dont wanna say goodbye again. The first time hurt bad enough,”Jimin mumbled just over a whisper.
“Don’t think of it as goodbye.. think of it as ‘Ill see you soon..’”

Jimin nodded, Jungkook slowly leaning in and pressing one last sweet kiss onto Jimin’s lips, knowing he could not leave right now with out having done so.
Jimin leaned in closer to Jungkook’s touch, melting in the others arms and for a moment time stopped.
Their current situation was put on pause for that short kiss until there was a loud sound that seperated the two.

A sound of glass shattering.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Jimin jumped, eyes widening when he saw his mom standing behind them, her cup if water now in millions of pieces scattered on the floor as she stared at them with wide eyes full of disbelief.

Jimin’s heart beat accelerated, mind pushing all sorts of panic buttons, not knowing what to say other than “shit” because he just got caught kissing Jungkook.

Jimin felt Jungkook’s body stiffen beside him, the brunette gulping and searching his mind for any lie he could tell. Anything that could cover this uo, but nothing came to him.

“What the.. What the fuck! So this is what you’ve been hiding Park Jimin!” Jisoo hopped over the glass, raising over to the two boys who were still pressed against each other.
Jisoo, pinched Jimin’s ear and roughly pulled him away from Jungkook, standing between the two.

“How fucking dare you! And you!”
She turned over to Jungkook, raising her hand to smack Jungkook hard across the face.
Jungkook winced at the pain as she was still wearing a few medal rings on her fingers.

“An Adult! A 23 year old with a 16 year old! My son! How could you!? Leave me and then make out with my son at my doorstep you disgusting piece of trash! I trusted you!” She yelled, but Jungkook could only stare at her wide-eyed. He did not know she was home. And he couldn’t figure out what to say. This is the moment he dreaded most.

The moment His ex girlfriend finds out he’s been sleeping with her son.

“And you!” She turned to Jimin.
“You fucking little slut! Sleeping with your mothers ex! Your father would be disgusted with you! Im outraged! How long has this been going on huh!?”

She demanded an answer that Jimin was afraid to provide, but did anyway, fearing that worse would happen if he did not tell her. “A month..”

“A month!?” She scoffed.
“And you claim I am a bad mother while you fuck with my ex boyfriend!?” She grabbed Jimin’s turtle neck and yanked it down, revealing the large hickey Jungkook left on his neck.
Jimin began to tear up, what he had feared most had happened and at the worst time too.

“You are never- I repeat- never allowed to go near Jeon Jungkook ever again do you fucking understand me young man! Over my dead body will I consider a whore as my son! You will go to boarding school tomorrow with His number and memory completely erased!”

She turned to Jungkook again, pointing a dangerous finger at him. “If I ever catch you near my son again Jungkook so help me jesus I will report you to the police and have you put in jail AFTER I sue you for all your pathetic ass is worth. Now get off my fucking property.”
She violently shoved him out and slammed the door shut, Jimin flinching at the sound of the door closing hard.

He had tears in his eyes, body shaking and heart racing at an abnormal pace. His mind wasn’t processing what just happened. His mother caught him and Jungkook together, threatened Jungkook with a lawsuit and police and forbade Jimin from seeing the love of his life.

“M-mom let me explain..”

“EXPLAIN!?” She bitterly chuckled, looking at Jimin as if he was the most ridiculous and disgusting thing she had ever seen in her life. “I think you’re a little too late for an explanation young man.”

“Mom I love him!” He choked out, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was surprised he had any tears left because it seemed like all he had been doing lately was crying.

“You don’t know the first thing about love Jimin you’re 16 for fuckssake! Did he manipulate you? Did he force you into anything? Jimin if he did you need to tell me so I can call the police-“

“No! He didn’t! I told him I liked him and he tried to say no! He pushed me away and told me It was wrong b-but I was p-persistent. But we love each other mom! Dont d-do this please..” He sobbed, drying the tears on his cheeks with the sleeves of his sweater, his body visibly trembling.

She gritted her teeth, feeling as though she couldn’t even look at Jimin any more. Jisoo was disgusted at the sight of him, only being able to see Jungkook all over him. She wanted to throw up  At the thought that the pair of lips that once kissed her have also kissed her minor son.
She was not okay with it and Jungkook was lucky she didn’t call the police yet because she should have.

“Now you listen to me. You will delete Jungkook from your phone. From your life too and you wilk go to boarding school tomorrow..” she stepped closer, pointing her finger in front of Jimin’s face, staring at Jimin with fire balls shooting out of her eyes. “You will forget Jungkook and you’re going to go to your fucking school and learn and get good grades, then graduate. None of this ‘love’ bullshit. Now go to sleep.”

“B-but-“

“NOT ANOTHER WORD GO!” Jimin squeaked out in surprise at how loud his mother yelled, fear creeping up on him so he ran to his room and slammed the door shut, locking it too.

He ran to his bed, pressing his face into the pillow and letting out a string of pained sobs. His heart hurt, he couldn’t think about anything other than Jungkook.

Yoongi knew this would happen, he warned Jimin and Jimin didn’t listen. Now he could have possibly lost Jungkook forever.

Between his tortured sobs, he pulled out his phone and tapped on Jungkook’s phone number pressing call. It rang a few times before Jungkook’s vpice appeared on the other line, Jimin letting out a relieved sigh.

“Jimin?”

“K-kook..” the sound of Jungkook’s voice made him cry harder.

“Baby dont cry its okay..”

“Its n-not… she found out what are we going to do?”

“Jimin… your mom wants to call the police on me. I think.. I think its best if we do what she said.,” Jimin could hear Jungkook’s voice cracking somewhere in his sentence.

“W-what do you mean?”

“I mean.. we have t-to.. fuck this is so hard. Jimin we have to break up.”

Jimin felt a pang in his chest. His whole world was crumbling down and he didnt know how to handle it. All he knew is that he had never felt a pain so bad in his entire life. He never felt like he wanted to crawl in a hole and die like he did right now.

How could Jungkook say that? After everything they’ve been through? After tonight?

“Break up..?” Jimin whimpered, body trembling as he felt the sorrow and hurt driving a wedging through his now cracked heart, trying hard to fully break it. His insides were tearing and hearing Jungkook’s voice which was unsteady, like he was trying hard not to cry really did not help his current heartache, only making it worse.

If only he hadn’t forgotten his phone.

“After I told you I loved you? After I l-let you make love to me y-you want to just give up on us!?”
Jimin was suddenly more aware of the pounding in his head, being able to taste the bitterness in his mouth more as he choked the words out.

“You think this is easy for me Jimin? I’m trying so hard not to break down in my car but I can see you in my head. I can see you crying, I can feel your heart breaking into pieces along with mine. And I-I… I don’t want to do this. But at the end of the day neither of u-us are any match over your mother…”

“So thats it? I have to l-look at this relationship, my first relationship as just a summer fling?” Jimin’s voice gave out, his voice that was normally smooth now sounding hoarse and broken.

“No! No what we have is love! But we have to put it on pause thats all. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait for you to get older and then we can be together baby.. forever okay?”

“P-promise me,” Jimin whispered, his hand squeezing tighter around his voice. “Promise me that you will wait for me. That o-our story doesn’t end here. Promise me that we’ll be together again..”

“I promise Jimin.. I swear it. I’ll wait for you baby. You and only you. Now go have a goodnights sleep a-and go to school tomorrow with a smile for me okay?”

“I dont wanna say goodbye..”

“It isn’t goodbye Jiminnie.. It’s ‘I’ll see you soon..’ I love you dont forget that,” Jungkook’s voice cracked and Jimin could hear the tears stream down Jungkook’s cheeks through the phone.

“I love you too Jungkook…”

//

Jimin woke up the next day yet he wished he didn’t. Some part of him hoped last night was a nightmare. He hoped that the phonecall which ended his relationship with Jungkook didn’t happen. But it did and when the realization dawned onto Jimin, he felt it grow harder to keep his eyes open.

He dragged himself out of bed, sluggishly walking over to his bathroom. 5:30am. What a terrible time to be awake. Jimin stared at himself in his mirror, eyes landing on the hickey Jungkook left him.

He could still feel the brunettes lips on his skin, the lingering feeling not leaving him. He brought his fingers up, gently touching the purple splotch, tearing up.

Only a few hours being broken up with Jungkook and he already missed him more than anything.
He could hear his mothers words echoing in his head.

“Little slut”
“Whore”
Just like the words Minho called him.
A slut. A whore.

Was everyone who fell in love a whore too? Was that what Jimin should believe?
“Appa..” Jimin whispered, looking up at the ceiling.
“Appa please tell me what to do.. the pain is too much..” he cried out, hoping that if heaven really did exist that his father would hear him, that he was listening.

“Dont be disappointed in m-me please.. I just fell in love.. and now My heart has been ripped up again after I t-tried so hard to tape it together from when it first broke when you left me.. Please forgive me..” He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to stop it from quivering.

When he looked back in the mirror, the tears in his eyes were the first time he noticed. How could his body cry so much? He felt like thats all he had done the past 24 hours and it showed. His eyes were incredible swollen and a little red on the inside, dark circles outlined his eyes in an unpleasant way and Jimin could hardly look at himself.

He blinked away the tears and shakingly began to get ready. He had never ysed so much make up on his face in his life but he needed to cover up the hickeys and dark circles enough to make him look somewhat alive even though he felt so dead.

When he was done with that, he dragged his fingers through his silver hair and went back in his room to change into his clothes. He didn’t try too hard with his appearance. His inside was hurting too much to care about how he looked on the outside.

While he was tying his shoes, his bedroom door opened, revealing his mother who was already ready to leave. “Are you ready honey?” She mumbled. Jimin didn’t even look up at her for longer than one second. She was the reason his heart was broken. She was the reason he could not be with Jungkook anymore.

“Yea..”

He stood up and grabbed both his suitcases.
The two left the house and got into the car quickly because they had to get to the train station in time for Jimin to make the trip to Seoul.

The ride began silent, Jimin staring out the window, deep in thought mixed with pain.
He hoped the whole ride would stay silent but his mother felt inclined to say something.
“Im sorry… for the terrible words I called you yesterday.”

“Its fine.. you were right. I am just a slut,” he whispered, words void of any emotion.
“No.. Jimin you’re not. But you have to know I’m doing this for your own good. You cant be with Jungkook. He is an adult and you arent. I feel betrayed that you would go after my ex boyfriend, but Ill put that aside for now. But you need to stay away from him for your own good..”

Jimin wanted so badly to tell her that Jungkook was his own good. That Jungkook made him a better person and taught him the beauty of love and what it felt like to receive and give it.

But he kept his mouth shut, knowing he was not prepared to hear any more from his mothers mouth. He just wanted her to leave him alone.
“Okay..” he whispered in response.

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A/N: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING FURTHER IT IS VERY IMPERATIVE THAT YOU DO SOOOOO! First of all, thank you for all the love and support! This is not the end! I still have so much left planned for this fanfiction Im guaranteeing you more chapters and more plot!

There is a sequel. But the sequel is in this fic still. Well more like a Part two. So this is the Epilogue for Part 1 and Prologue for Part 2.

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//

“Im sorry Jimin.. I told you this would happen if only you listened to me..” Yoongi rubbed Jimin’s back softly. Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi tighter, his body wanting to cry so much but the tears weren’t coming out. Finally, he had no more tears left to cry. But the pain came to him in abundance, never running out.

“One day maybe when you’re older you two can be together again. You two made a promise right?” Taehyung chimed in, speaking in a sympathetic tone.

“Yea we did.. but two years is so far away..” Jimin mumbled into the curve of Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi’s hold was comforting to Jimin, he’s always been there for Jimin and out of all three of Jimin’s best friends, he had to admit he trusted Yoongi the most.

He always thought it was amusing how he could still be such good friends with the boy who took his virginity. Maybe thats why he trusted Yoongi so much. He’s seen all sides of Jimin, took something from the younger that was so precious and Jimin knew he trusted Yoongi with it.

“I’ll be fine..” He sniffled, stepping out of Yoongi’s grasp and look around at his three friends with a sad smile on his face. “I have you guys to help me through it..”

“Yes you do!” Hoseok patted Jimin on the back.
“We’re gonna finish Junior and Senior year and then we’re gonna open that dance studio is Seoul like we dreamed of Jiminnie!”

Yea..he guessed there was always that to look forward to. It was his first day of Junior year. There were no classes today though because people had to get settled into their dorms. Like always, he’d be sharing a dorm with Taehyung. Yet while Taehyubg finished unpacking withing the first two hours, Jimin couldn’t even open his suitcase. He felt depressed, whole body aching.

All he could think about was Jungkook. It was only 3pm in the afternoon yet he clicked Jungkook’s contact at least 300 times wanting to text him or even just reading back on their old conversations. He expected doing so would give him comfort yet all it really brought him was pain.

He feared the rest of the school year would be like this.

//

“We will be calling out the names of the graduates. When we call your name please come up to recieve your diploma.”
Yoongi reached his hand over to take Jimin’s hand, the blonde looking up at him with a smile upon the contact.
“We’re graduating,” Jimin whispered to Yoongi, an excited smile forming arcoss his face.

“Yes we are Jiminnie,” He returned the smile, rubbing his thumb over Jimin’s knuckles. He waiting patiently for his own name to be called, heart beat accelerating. He’s been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. Finally done with highschool, finally done with this stupid uniform, finally able to return to his love who he’s been waiting for for two years.

“Park Jimin,” he gasped, freezing when his name was called. He didn’t know why his body wasn’t moving. It wasn’t until Yoongi whispered “go” to him did he realize he had to get up and take his diploma.

He stood from his chair, walking to the podium, stumbling a little on the way. When the crowd began to giggle at how he almost tripped, his cheeks turned bright in embarrassment. Oh how he hated how clumsy he was.

Jimin shook the principals hand and took his diploma, the crowd clapping and cheering for him as he did so. As he walked back to his seat, his mother yelled loudly “THATS MY SON WOOOOO!”

Jimin only grew more embarrassed. His mother was really something when he sat down in his seat again, Yoongi pressed a small kiss on Jimin’s cheek, holding Jimin’s shaky hand again.

Finally all the names were called, the seniors threw their blue caps into the air with loud cheers and claps in the background. It was a euphoric moment for Jimin.

//

“Just one more picture!”

“Mom!” Jimin chuckled, shaking his head. His mother took at least forty pictures of Jimin holding his diploma. How many more did she need?
His mother gave him a look of disapproval but she put her camera down anyway.

“Im sorry Im just so proud of you kiddo.. So.. you’re sure about staying in Seoul? There are many colleges in Busan too..”
She slipped her camera back into her purse, tightening her ponytail as she walked over to wear Jimin was standing, in front of the gates of the school.

“Yes mom I wanna stay In Seoul. Well of course I have to go home and pack first.”

“Speaking of home, if we don’t leave now, we will Be stuck in traffic!” Jisoo walked past Jimin, turning the car on with her car keys. His suitcases were already inside her garage so he just had to get in the car but what stopped him was the sound of Hoseok yelling “Wait!” Behind him.

Jimin turned around, giggling when he saw Taehyung on Hoseoks back, running to Jimin while Yoongi calmly walked beside them, rolling his eyes while chuckling.

“Jiminnieeeee!” Tae yelled, arms tightening around Hoseok who looked exhausted, as if he had carried Taehyung for miles.
When the boys reached Jimin, Hoseok put Taehyung down on the ground and let out a relieved sigh, glad to feel no weight in his back again.

Taehyung Jumped into Jimin’s arms, enveloping the blonde haired make in a hug. “We’ll see you in two days right Jiminnie?”

“Yes! Just gotta get the things from my house.. guys we just graduated.” It still wasn’t processing in Jimin’s mind. That whole thing moved way too fast, not giving Jimin time to fully understand that it was reality and it was actually happening. But it happened. The boys were finally out of highschool after a long four years.

“Yea we did didn’t we?” Hoseok chuckled, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. All four of them looked at each other for a few seconds before all coming together in a group hug. Thankfully this wasn’t the end of their frendship.

He’d see them again in a few days as they all decided that they wanted to go to college together too. Taehyung and Jimin as roommates and Yoongi and Hoseok as roommates. They even had a chance to find their apartments already which was definitely not easy. Jimin never thought apartment hunting would be so hard but apparently it was. Especially with Taehyung who wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

He wanted a view of the city that sparkled at midnight, he wanted a certain sized living room on a certain floor with a certain distance from the floor to the ceiling.

Only Taehyung, Jimin swore.

Thankfully with the ice cream store job Jimin had and the puppy-sitting job Taehyung had the two were able to afford at least the first months rent since they had been saving up for quite some time.

Finally the time has come.
Jimin seeing all of his friends in their blue grad gowns, he knew he couldn’t have embarked on this arduous journey with anyone else. He was grateful he went throughout highschool with these three boys as his best friends.

//

The sun beating down on him and the taste of salt in the air let Jimin know he was really back at home. The busy city that never slept of which he spent most of his life living in.

Jimin was glad to be back in Busan again. Not because he missed the city, not because he missed his home. But because he could finally go back to Jungkook after two long years of waiting.
They made a promise to each other when Jimin was 16 years old, that they’d come back to each other when Jimin was older and out of highschool.

Finally, he was both.

Normally, you’d think he’d move on after two years. But he couldn’t. He tried. He tried boyfriends he tried sex yet nothing felt like Jungkook. Nothing could bring back the feelig of Euphoria he only felt when Jungkook was around him.

Today, he was going to see Jungkook and he was gonna rekindle their love. After two years of being drained of emotion, two years of having one large cavernous hole in his heart, finally the hole will be filled with Jungkook. Jungkook, the large part of his heart that was carved out.

He could still hear Jungkook’s voice echoing in his head sometimes. “We have to break up.”
He often wondered how Jungkook was doing. He wondered if the other actually went along with the photography career or if he ended up actually going to law school. He wondered if he changed his hair or if he became bigger in muscle. He wondered if he still had that job at the cafe or if he found opportunity somewhere else.

One thing he mainly wondered was if Jungkook had moved on. Two years is an awful long time. But he wouldn’t right? He promised Jimin that they’d be together again. A promise is a promise.. right?

Jimin was standing in front of Jungkook’s apartment door, trembling in fear. What should he expect? Would Jungkook recognize him? After all, his hair was now blonde and he lost an insane amount of weight. He even grew an inch or two in height.

“You’ve been waiting for this moment for two years Jimin.. no turning back now,” he whispered to himself, bringing his hand up and knocking on the door softly but loud enough for the inside to hear.

What if Jungkook wasn’t home? What if he thought it was weird for Jimin to just show up at his door after two years? So many different thoughts and what ifs floating through Jimin’s mind as he waiting for the door to open.

He let out a sigh of relief when he heard shuffling from the other side of the door. His heart began beating faster, anticipation eating him up from the inside out.

When the door opened, it was not Jungkook standing there to Jimin’s surprise, but instead a gu who looked just around Jimin’s age with brown hair and dressed in all black. Did Jimin get the apartment wrong? He was sure this was Jungkook’s apartment, he should know after how many nights he spent here.

“Uh can I help you?” The boy asked, looking Jimin up and down with a face scribbled with confusion.
“Um.. is Jeon Jungkook here?”

“Jungkook..? Brunette with big eyes?”

Jimin nodded in response. “Sorry dude. He moved out 5 months ago..”
Jimin heard glass shatter in his mind, processing the words. Jungkook wasn’t here. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable in his own skin as he stood in front of the stranger who now occupied what used to be Jimin’s safe zone for a long and dramatic month.

All the memories he had in that apartment now erased since Jungkook was clearly not there anymore. Jimin snuck a peak into the guys apartment over his shoulder and it even looked different inside, like college boys room. Empty beer cans on the floor, sports teams jerseys hung in the wall, Jimin hardly recognized the apartment he spent so many days in.

“U-um.. do you know where he went?”

“He said something about moving out of Busan. Im not sure where though. Sorry buddy..”
The guy gave Jimin a pat on the shoulder before stepping back into his apartment and shutting the door behind him. Jimin’s palms grew sweaty, staring at the shut door as the realization of Jungkook being gone dawned on him.

He had waited for this moment for two years. The moment where he saw his love again and it was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to run into Jungkook’s arms and they were supposed to kiss and live happily ever after. Jungkook wasn’t supposed to flee the city.

Jimin turned around, shakingly taking his phone out of his pocket and clicking Jungkook’s contact which he kept in his phone. He hasn’t clicked that contact in two years but he had to now. He hoped to god that Jungkook would answer.

He pressed call, wetting his lips as he put the phone to his ear. In his mind he repeated the words “please pick up,” praying Jungkook would answer. Praying that he didn’t look forward to this day for nothing. That Jungkook kept his promise and waited for him.

It rang once. Only once.

“Call can not be completed as dialed, as this is an invalid phone number. Please check the number and dial again.”

He hung up the phone, staring at the wall in front of him blankly, thinking for a few seconds before staring back at Jungkook’s contact. Did he get the number wrong? He hadn’t touched that contact in years there was no way. He clicked call again hoping it was some kind of mistake.

“Call can not be completed as dialed, as this is an invalid phone nu-“

And again.

“Call can not be completed as dialed-“

And again.

“Call can not be comple-“

And again.

“Call can not-...”

Jimin had no way of reaching Jungkook.

Chapter Text

“Jimin are you still watching GCF?” Taehyung asked from the kitchen. Jimin was sitting in his living room, laptop connected to the TV with the latest Golden Closet Films Video playing.

“I haven’t seen this one yet Tae!” He replied, digging his hand into the bowl of M&M’s chocolate, throwing a few into his mouth. One thing he was happy about was that Taehyung hated the Peanut M&M’s so Jimin could buy packs of it and only have them for himself. Well, unless Hoseok comes over to steal some. There have been times when Hoseok will actually come to their apartment just for the M&M’s because Yoongi basically banned M&M’s from their own apartment.

“When you’re done will you please come here and help me make dinner? I swear all you do now- a-days is binge that youtube channel.”

“I cant help it Tae its do beautiful! They make their videos so delicately and lovely and it puts me in a good mood stop judging me and stop distracting meeee!” Jimin whined, pouting at the screen.

GCF has recently become Jimin’s guilty pleasure.
He stumbled upon the channel through his recommendations and has been watching their videos for over a year. It was a huge channel though, over 3 million subscribers and only growing bigger every day.

The only thing that slightly bothered Jimin was that there was no info anywhere on the director or the owner of the channel. Was it a boy? A girl? A group of people? He wanted some kind of information about who the genius behind these videos was.

“I’m not judging you dummy I just want someone to cook with me! Speaking of Cook your birthday is in two weeks! What kind of cake do you want me to bake?”

“TaeTae I love you but you do not know how to bake. You hardly know how to cook,” Jimin chuckled pressing pause on the GCF because he knew with Taehyung talking, he wouldn’t be able to focus on it and then he’d have to rewatch it.

Jimin walked to the kitchen and grabbed the knife that sat on the cutting board, finishing up the carrots that Tae put pause on to mix the soup.

“I can cook!” The red head said pointing a dangerous finger at Jimin.
“And I can fly. Anyway I don’t need a cake. It’s just a birthday.”

“Just a birthday!? Jimin It is not evey day you turn 21 years old. If anything, I should be throwing you a party but I know you would probably cut me up into little pieces and hide me in your walls.”

“I am not gonna go all Tell Tale Heart on you idiot. I just dont like being the focus of attention thats all,” he replied, lifting the cutting board to the pot and pushing the cut carrots in using the knife.

Taehyung scoffed, giving Jimin a look.
“Yea that’s why you teach dance right?”

“Dancing is different.”

“Sure it is..”

//

“Good job today you guys! Minjun just work on bringing life to your hands when you dance. They’re also apart of your body,” Jimin chuckled, grabbing his towel and pressing it to his forehead to wipe off the sweat.

His class clapped and thanked him as they gathered their things that sat in the corner of the room against the wall, walking out the dance studio. When Jimin was alone, he played the music again, dancing out the choreography he taught his class today. He often liked to go over his dances when he was alone because he connected better in solitude. When it was just him and the music.

He was so focused, his body moving smoothly to the music kind of like water flowing. He was so fluent, becoming one with the music.

Jimin’s favorite part of the choreography was when the piano began to speed up, his dancing becoming quicker, movements sharper. The once calm flowing river now turning into rough, large waves.
Finally he ended his dance on his knees, the music stopping and the only sound filling the room was Jimin’s heavy breathing.

Well that was the only sound, clapping joined only a few seconds after the music stopped.
“That was amazing Jimin..” Jimin looked through the mirror to see who was in the room. His smile grew wide when his eyes landed on Yoongi, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a proud smile on his face.

Jimin got off his knees and walked over to where Yoongi stood in his leather jacket an black skinny jeans. “How long have you been standing there hyung?”

“Just long enough to see your talent in action. Is that new choreography?”

Jimin nodded. “Yes I just taught it today.”

“It is lovely, just like you,” Yoongi’s eyes landed on Jimin’s, he moved in but was stopped by Jimin who placed both his palms on Yoongi’s chest to keep him from moving closer.

“Im sweaty. Save it for when I get out of the shower.”

“Wheres the fun in that,” Yoongi smirked, pulling Jimin in with his hand on the younger’s back, pressing his lips firmly onto Jimin’s.
Jimin giggled into the kiss, playfully hitting Yoongi’s shoulder to trying to get the raven haired male off him.

“Yoongiiiii,” Jimin whined, a little chuckle in his tone as he turned his head away to block Yoongi’s access to his lips. He felt gross being close to another human being while in this sweaty state, even if it wss his boyfriend.

“Oh fine,” Yoongi smirked, stepping back and allowing Jimin space to turn around. Jimin walked to where his bag was in the corner of the room. One thing Yoongi loved about Jimin was how he naturally walked with pride and grace. Even when drenched in sweat, he made it look like art, weirdly so.

He was attracted to Jimin with the kind of heady trance that brings a butterfly to nectar, hidden in a pretty flower. He was just the right blend of shy and sweet that Yoongi needed in his life.

“you’re staring..” Jimin rolled his eyes playfully, bending down to lift his heavy blue gym bag, throwing the strap over his shoulder.

“Cant I stare at my boyfriend?”

”No you creep,” he giggled, smacking Yoongi playfully on the shoulder when he was in front of his boyfriend again.

Boyfriend. The two had been dating for roughly 4 months. Jimin knew he was attracted to Yoongi which was weird because Yoongi was not normally the kind of guys he was attracted to. For starters, Yoongi was a little shorter and thinner than Jimin typically prefered. He loved broad chests and nice shoulders, tall stature. But just because Yoongi didn’t fit into his typical type, didn’t mean Jimin was going to push him away.

Yoongi and Jimin had always had a bit of an on and off, friends with benefits kind of thing. It’s only natural that they’d end up together eventually. But if you were to really ask Jimin if he loved Yoongi, he wouldn’t be able to give you an answer. If you asked him if he was truly happy he would not be able to give you an answer. Because the truth was, he didn’t even know why he was dating Yoongi.

They were quite opposite from each other. Yoongi for example, released a type of energy that came off as intimidating to most people who just met him. Jimin was quite the opposite. People almost always got a friendly vibe from Jimin. Yoongi almost always wore a straight face while Jimin was always smiling.

Jimin was very active, loving to dance and jump around while Yoongi liked to lay in bed.
There were just many little things that made the two different from each other.

“Hoseok says he has big news for us by the way. He’s taking us all out to dinner tonight.”

Jimin looked at Yoongi, confusion clear in his eyes. What big news could Hoseok have for them?
Curiousity spiraled up in him but it wasnt enough for him to start hunting details about this “surprise.”
He’d find out a dinner and he could be patient for it.

“Oh.. wonder what it is. But hey if he’s paying I’m in,” Jimin smiled, grabbing Yoongi’s hand. The two walked out of the studio together and into Yoongi’s fancy car, painted in black. Yoongi was a music producer. He had a good enough amount of money which explained the Shiny black tesla he drove.

Jimin could afford a good car if he wanted to. But he still preferred to walk everywhere or take an uber. But that didn’t stop Yoongi from coming here every day anyway to pick Jimin up.

//

“Taehyung are you ready yet?” Jimin yelled from the living room, scrolling through his phone. Taehyung always took so long to get ready everywhere they went. Even if they were walking down the street to the grocery store he had to get fully dressed.

“Almost!”

Jimin groaned. He hated being late more than anything and that’s exactly what would they would be. He shouldn’t have expected anything more though, he’s lived with Taehyung for 7 years, 4 of those years being his dormmate in boarding school. He knew the other liked to make an appearance in his best clothes. Meanwhile it only took him maybe 10 minutes to get ready.

“Okay I’m here,” Taehyung announced, walking out of his room in an outfit that screamed “runway model.” Well he was a model so Jimin shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Thank god. Lets go.”

Taehyung and Jimin had to order an uber to get to the restaurant because both of them decided they wanted to drink a little tonight. And they knew better than to drink and drive. Well Taehyung did since he was the only one out of both of them who had a car.

They both sat in the back together, Jimin gazing out the window, only half aware of the world outside the comfort of the car. The Stereo was on, playing some american song Jimin’s never heard, yet in his head he could picture a cool choreography to match the beat of the music.

It was a habit of his when he heard a song to come up with choreo in his head then late going home and dancing out the moves he remembered so he could teach it to his classes.
Taehyung snapped him out of his thoughts though, the image of the cool dance vanishing in his mind.

“So how are you and Yoongi?”

“Um we’re fine. We’re okay.”
Taehyung raised his eyebrow. When in a relationship “okay” is not okay. At least that’s what Taehyung thought and it showed by the look he gave Jimin.

“Okay? Just okay?”

Jimin shrugged and nodded. They were fine and that was the truth. Sure their relationship wasn’t perfect. But truthfully, after that summer when he was sixteen years old no relationship to him was perfect. In all honesty, even after 5 years Jimin will still say that Jeon Jungkook was the best boyfriend he ever had. It was too bad he disappeared off the face of the planet.

Sometimes Jimin wondered if it was possible for Jungkook to be dead. It could be possible but Jimin hoped it wasn’t. His heart hurt just at the thought of that being something that could have happened. But he knew Jungkook. He was strong and whatever the world brought to him he could handle. Or at least that’s what he told himself to make himself feel better.

His mind rarely drifted to Jungkook but when it did it really fucking hurt.

“Jimin why are you with Yoongi? Be honest.”

“It was just bound to happen I guess. With everything we’ve been through it was gonna happen one day.”

Taehyung gave him a look of disapproval, scoffing.

“That ws a terrible reason. The right answer is ‘because I love him.’ You’re gonna end up hurting him or yourself Jimin. He’s in love with you while you settle for him because your heart still belongs to a man you haven’t seen in 5 years and might never see again Jimin.”

Jimin knew that. He knew what he was doing was awful, the guilt of not being able to give Yoongi what Yoongi was giving him was not sitting right with Jimin but he couldn’t change the way he felt.
He didn’t believe he was deserving of Yoongi’s love but he clung onto it and hung whatever was left of his sanity on it.

The guilt of using Yoongi sat in his stomach like gasoline, needing no more than a simple spark to set it ablaze.

He looked down on his lap in shame, twisting a medal ring on his finger.
“I know Tae. Trust me I know. I know what In doing is wrong. I know I can never give Yoongi all of me because someone still has my heart. But its been 5 years Taehyung! I’ll never move on if I dont learn to love someone. And Im trying to reteach myself okay!?”

Taehyung blankly stared at Jimjn, letting out a sigh.

“Just Dont hurt Yoongi. Just cause he’s a hard shell sometimes that doesn’t mean there isn’t a heart underneath that shell.”

//

“So are you gonna tell us the news or are you going to wait until after Im drunk,” Jimin chuckled, lifting the glass of wine to his lips, gulping an amount down his throat.

The four were at a fancy restaurant in Hongdae. Jimin had never been here before but from how quickly Hoseok and Taehyung knew exactly what they wanted without even taking a peek at the menu, Jimin could tell they’ve been here quite a few times.

It was very nice here, almost reminded him if the restaurant he used to go too all the time in Busan. People were dressed like one million dollars, sipping on fine red wine and wearing their napkins in their laps or tucked into their collars.

How they could afford to eat here? Simple. The night was on Hoseok and the dance studio was making them a great deal of money. It had so quickly become one of the popular dance studios in Seoul with just 1 year and 7 months of being open.

Of course, Hoseok and Jimin were not the only teachers. While Hoseok lead the advanced hiphop and street style classes, Jimin lead the beginners hip hop class, the advanced contemporary class and even taught ballet to 7 year old girls and boys. But there was also Taemin who taught the beginners contemporary class, Mina who taught intermediate ballet, and JB who taught breakdance. They had a set team.

“Right,” Hoseok remembered, placing his wine glass down on the table. He cleared his throat and shut his eyes, body stiffening and he looked as ifhe was calling upon the spirits, the atmosphere suddenly becoming mysterious and tension filled. Jimin had to try hard not to start laughing at his friends silly seriousness.

“Prepare for what I am about to tell you because this might be the best thing that has ever happened ever ever ever.”

The sound of that made A shiver run through his whole body, driven by the curiousity that was taking over him. He wasn’t really prepared for what kind of news required Hoseok to take them out to this restaurant and pay for the whole meal. It had to be something important.

“Golden Closet Films is filming its very first short film about a boy who has a hidden passion for dance. They’re filming here in Seoul and the manager has asked if the director could use the dance studio to film a few scenes for the short film!”

Jimin’s mouth dropped. For months he’s been curious about who could possibly be behind the camera. Who created those beautiful videos he could spend days watching. He was a huge fan of GCF and the news of the director, the person himself, wants to film at his dance studio was insane for him. He was unsure how to react.

Lots of things surprised Jimin. That’s the bonus that comes with having low expectations. Jimin believed having high expectations would only lead to disappointment.

But this was… he had to look at Hoseok long and hard to make sure there was no indication of a joke.

“S-seriously!?” Jimin asked, body instinctively leaning forward.

“Yea! I was in the office and the phone rang. When I picked up it was GCF’s manager, Kim Seokjin! He wanted to discuss details in person so.. we’re meeting with him AND the director tomorrow!”

Jimin felt a large smile grow across his cheeks, a surprised chuckle emitting from him. Not only could this be huge for their dance studio but Jimin would finally meet the director of the best videoshe’s ever watched.

“I cant believe this! Oh my god this is.. wow this is amazing!” Taehyung laughed, patting Jimin’s back, knowing the blonde was internally freaking the fuck out over the news.

“You’ll finally meet the director you were freaking so much about,” Yoongi chuckled, squeezing Jimin’s thigh under the table.
So maybe he really wanted to know who the director was but he wouldn’t necessarily call it “freaking out.”

More like… just really wanting to know who was behind the masterpieces he was in love with. GCF not only made videos but also took photos and put them on instagran or Twitter. Jimin even read somewhere that
What really piqued Jimin’s interest was the name “Kim SeokJin.”
For some reason that name seemed familiar to him but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It was at the tip of his tongue, something about that name seemed strangely familiar. But there were many Kim Seokjins in Korea. Maybe Jimin just thought the name was familiar. He could have heard the name Kim Seokjin in a drama or something.

So he brushed his uneasy feeling off.

And gave the boys an excited smile.
“Thats amazing hyung! I cant wait.”

//

“Hi you must be Jung Hoseok right?” The brown haired man asked, taking steps closer to Hoseok while holding out his hand.
Hoseok had the biggest smile upon seeing who must have been the man he spoke yo over the phone, Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin was beyond good looking. It was absolutely insane, Hoseok could confidently say he’s never seen a man who looked so confudent in his own skin in his life. The man was tall, his shoulders clearly broad which you could tell even through the blue button down he wore. His lips were plump and skin so clear Hoseok began to wonder how.

Meanwhile Hoseok was only in a tshirt, sneakers and adidas joggers as he that was his usual apparel when he came to work.

It was 3pm which meant he should have a class now but he decided to cancel his class and Jimin’s class was just pushed off till 5.
Speaking of Jimin, Hoseok was anxiously wondering where the other was.

They were co-partners. Hoseok could not make any deals or agree to anything without his co-partner here to agree aswell.
He texted Jimin a thousand times but he got no answer.

“Oh! Hi, yes you must be Seokjin then!” He took Seokjins hand and gave it a firm shake.
“Im sorry I would let you into the office but my partner has the key and he’s running a little late..”

“Oh no worries, Kook, The Director I mean is also running a little late I guess we should wait till they’re both he-“

“Hey!” A voice appeared from the front of the dance studio. It defiantly was not Jimin because Jimin was not a doe-eyed muscle man with that height or that shade of black hair.

Hoseok could not see his whole face though because half of it was covered with a black face mask. He carried a gucci satchel across his chest and the fact that this man could afford a gucci satchel just proved to Hoseok that this man was not just some videographer and photographer.
He’s heard so much of him. That he photographed concept photos for big artists and record labels, he’s photographed for magazines, he even heard somewhere that this director worked closely with one group for a music video.

Yet his name was never released. He always went under “GCF.”

His main focus though was his youtube channel that had millions of subs and his instagram account. They were two platforms where he shared his short movies, mini films and such and his photography.
He blew up about 3 years ago or so yet still, Hoseok had no idea what his name was.

Out of curiosity, he wanted to see the mans face but the mask did not allow him to do so.
“Sorry I’m a little late I could not find a parking spot and I’d really love to introduce myself except I drank 2 cups of coffee and a gingerale and I’d really like to use the bathroom. Is there one here?”

Hoseok chuckled at the urgency in this mans voice, the way he bounced a little like a little child who needed to pee. Hoseok thought he’d be much older but he could tell that the man was pretty young.

“Yea down the hall to the left,”
Hoseok smiled, pointing at the door behind him.
The man, Kook, as Seokjin called him, practically turned on turbo boost to run to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry about that he’s usually more… well nothing that’s just him,” Seokjin chuckled awkwardly.

“No problem Seokjin-ssi.”

“Oh no please call me hyung. From what I can tell I must be at least a few years older than you.”

Hoseok opened his mouth to reply but the dood to the studio opened again, Jimin running in with his latte and dance bag slung over his shoulder.
He was panting as if he had ran across the world and back. For a dancer you’d think he’d have more stamina but running just was not his strong suit.

“Im s-sorry- phew that hurt- sorry im late I ran all the way- wow- here.” He bent down a little to catch his breath. His cheeks were a little flushed but thankfully, it was around late September so it wasn’t super hot in Seoul so he didn’t sweat a lot.

Seokjin squinted at the male, wondering why he seemed so strinkingly familiar. He knew the guy from somewhere but he couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact moment he’s seen this man.

“Jimin! You’re here perfect, I’d like you to meet Kim Seokjin!” Seokjin slightly narrowed his eyes at Jimin but still put his hand out for the shorter male to shake.

“Nice to meet you, I’m sorry for bursting in,” he walked over to the corner of the room and ser his dance bag down, throwing his empty latte cup in the trashcan.

“Its alright, nice to meet you too… hey but just out of curiousity have we met before?” Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows, scanning the younger. He had such familiar facial features but something was throwing him off. Maybe it was his hair color?

Jimin also wanted to ask because he could have sworn he knew this man. It seemed so obvious yet so lost in his mind somewhere under old memories.

“I feel the same way, kinda weird huh.” Seokjin nodded slowly.

“Im sorry what did you say your name was again?”

“Park Ji-“

He was interrupted by a voice coming into the room neither from him, Seokjin or Hoseok. Jungkook came in from the bathroom, his face mask now off, clearly tucked into his jeans pocket. He was staring at his hands as he walked back in.
“Wow that soap you guys have in the bathroom is amazing! My hands smell like lavender and theyre so sof-“

His eyes landed on Jimin and his whole body froze, words dying out. Processing the image of the blonde, Jungkook’s breath hitched, heart coming to an immediate stop. Jimin emitted an audible gasp as his eyes landed on Jungkook, eyes growing wide, body trembling beyond his control.

The blonde had to rub his eyes with his fists to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating the image of Jeon Jungkook. When he processed that this was real, his defenses turned into paper. He struggled to comprehend that the Jungkook that was standing in front of him was his Jungkook, body suddenly feeling weak as memories resurfaced.

Seokjin and Hoseok stared at the two, silence filling the room and they both took a step back because both of them realized what just happened. Both of them realized that these two were the Jimin and Jungkook from 5 years ago.
“We should give them space..” Seokjin whispered to Hoseok, who nodded and lead the way to one of the dance rooms. The two were now alone

Jimin felt tears grow in his eyes as he hesitantly took steps closer to Jungkook who could not move, shoes practically being crazy glued to the floor.

When they were only a few inches apart, Jimin lifted his hand to gently touch Jungkook’s cheek, gasping when he felt the skin on his own.
This was real.

“J-jungkook..” His tears rolled down unchecked, washing a path of glisten on his cheeks.

“Jimin..” Jungkook whispered, leaning into the Jimin’s touch, eyes wide and still flicking back and forth between Jimin’s eyes.

Upon hearing Jungkook whisper his name, more tears broke free, sobs unable to be controlled as they left Jimin’s mouth. He cried for the lost time that they’ll never get back, crying to release the worry, heartbreak and tension he carried on his back for five years.

Jungkook was eating Jimin with his eyes, staring at the younger as if he couldn’t quite believe that Jimin was not part of old memories he’s locked away to protect himself.
But the box has been unlocked the second Jimin’s delicate fingers touched his skin.

“Jungkook..” he sobbed, jumping into Jungkook’s arms who caught him, holding onto the blonde like he’d disappear. Jungkook still could not quite process the scene.

Jimin, his Jimin whom he had not seen in five years was crying and shaking in his arms.
“Jiminnie..” he repeated to himself, trying to take everything that was happening in. He felt a small tear slip down his cheek when feeling how hard Jimin’s heart began to beat. Jungkook’s face read greif and joy but his sitting in his insides were guilt and pain.

He let the other cry on his shoulders, Jimin’s tears creating darker shades of black on Jungkook’s shirt.
They stayed that way for a few more second until Jimin pulled away, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks again.

“I-is this happening or am I dreaming again?” He whispered through his tears, feeling Jungkook’s tears fall on his hands.
Jungkook took hold of Jimin’s wrists gently.

“I’m asking the same question..” Jungkook mumbled.

It was like instantly, Jimin’s mood switched.
His facial expression twisted , looking angry. Jungkook could see fire in his eyes, hot lava sat in Jimin’s stomach, starting to boil. It churned within him, a raging sea of anger was in front of Jimin and Jimin was drowning in it.

Jungkook’s face fell, trying to understand the sudden mood change.

“You asshole!” Jimin yelled, yanking his wrists from Jungkook’s grasp, Jungkook gasping at the sudden reaction.

“I waited for you! I came back for you and you were gone! You promised me!” He screamed through his tears, the greif and longing for Jungkook being replaced by his broken heart who took the mic and began to speak in anger.

“J-Jimin-“

“I THOUGHT YOU DIED! I THOUGHT SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENED TO YOU! YOU DIDNT EVEN WAIT LIKE Y-YOU PROMISED!” He weakly punched at Jungkook’s chest but it didn’t hurt Jungkook, it hardly pushed Jungkook even a step back.

“Jimin wai-“

“HOW COULD YOU BREAK MY HEART LIKE THAT AND THEN BREAK YOUR PROMISE! YOU IDIOT I HATE YO-“

“JIMIN!”’ Jungkook yelled grabbing The youngers wrist and shaking him a little so he’d snap out of it.
Jimin was shaking his head, tears not stopping as he muttered words of hate through his cries.
Jungkook’s heart hurt seeing Jimin break down like that, saying he hated him and calling him names the Jimin he remembered would never utter out.

“I hate you I hate you I hate you-“

Jimin’s knees gave out, he fell on the floor and Jungkook fell with him to catch the younger. The blonde laid his head on Jungkook’s chest, clutching onto the black material Jungkook wore. He didn’t stop crying, the emotions of heartbreak, pain, depression resurfaced and crashed over him like a wave. He was drowning in anger, sadness, frustration and grief, his heart breaking all over again.

He ran his fingers through Jimin’s hair, making “shhh” noises to try and calm Jimin down. His tremors seemed uncontrollable and still, Jungkook didn’t know how to react.

He still could not believe this was happening. Jungkook had spent so long trying to fix himself after their break up. He spent so much of the past years trying to move on.

You’d think for such a short relationship it woukd be easy. But the truth was, no matter how many times he tried to date again, tried to find love again there was just no one like Jimin. No one as real and pure as the boy he fell in live with five years ago.

A couple minutes later, Jimin’s sobs died down and Jungkook felt the weight being lifted off him.
Jimin stood up, drying his tears with his hands and Jungkook stood up a couple seconds after.

Gosh, even with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks, Jimin was still just as beautiful as Jungkook remembered him to be.

“Are you okay..?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat earning a bitter chuckle from the younger blonde. Okay? How could any of this be okay?

“Do I look okay? I dont feel okay thats for sure!”
Jimin yelled .

“Jimin we should talk-“

Jimkn scoffed. “Talk..? I c-can’t! Do you realize that seeing you n-now changes e-everything! Do you realize how badly this is hurting me right now Jungkook? I feel like I c-can not breathe I just.. I need to go..”

He turned around and ran to where Hoseok told Jungkook the bathroom was. Jungkook didn’t run after Jimin, knowing he probably needed a couple minutes to wash his face from the tears and take a few deep breaths.

Jungkook knew he needed to aswell.
He sat on one of the chairs that were pushed against the wall. Today when he came to the dance studio he was expecting to discuss schedules and contracts for his short fil. He never expected he’d see Park Jimin. It just felt so sudden, so unexpected. His thoughts were everywhere.

His hair was blonde, how he looked so pretty in any hair color he had from what he could remember. Jimin grew taller, he lost a lot of weight too, for a moment Jungkook did not recognize him.

He did not know how long he had been staring at the wall in front of him until he heard the door open again. He turned his head, Jimin was shyly walking back into the room with his head down. A couple strands of his hair were wet probably washed his face to refresh himself.

“Sorry… for punching you..” he mumbled, awkwardly rubbing the side of his arm. He was avoiding eye contact with Jungkook, the raven haired man could tell with how Jimin focused his eyes on anything in the room other than him.

Jungkook stood up, walking over to where Jimin stood. “It’s okay it didn’t hurt.. we don’t.. we don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.. t-trust me I am in just as m-much shock as you are.”

“No we should talk I just..” He took a deep breath, finally looking at Jungkook. It only lasted a second though until he was back to staring at the floor.
“I am afraid to look at you..” he confessed in a whisper.

“Why?”

“Because when I do my heart breaks all over again.”

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Seokjin and Hoseok had left quite some time ago. Even between the two, two people who have never met each other, felt awkwardness between each other because in someway, the were both on different sides of the story even if they were never apart of it. Besides, they figured the two had to talk alone and that they could go over schedules another time.

Jungkook and Jimin though still had things to talk about but neither of them spoke. On the couch of one of the dance rooms, Jimin and Jungkook awkwardly sat beside each other. A heavy silence settled over them, thicker than the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. Jungkook felt painfully out of place in Jimin’s dance studio. He felt like the red sock that had accidentally been placed in the white load of laundry, like he didn’t beling and he ruined everything. It was not a fun feeling for Jungkook, he never liked feeling misplaced because he grew up feeling that way.

“So…” Jungkook began, sneaking a glance at Jimin. The awkward silence was too much for him so he felt inclined to get rid of it. He opened his mouth to say something else before Jimin beat him to it.

“Just tell me why…” Jimin whispered, still not looking at the older male. “Why didn’t you wait like you said you would. Why did I come to your apartment a-and someone answered saying you moved away? Why when I called your number,it said the number didnt exist?”

“Jimin it isn’t what you think..”

“Then what is it?”

Jungkook looked down at his fingers, twisting the medal ring on his thumb which is what he did while thinking or being nervous.

“Your mom,” He replied with a bitter chuckle. At the sound of those two words leaving Jungkook’s mouth, Jimin looked at him with confusion, eyebrows furrowed and narrowed eyes. What did he have to do with Jimin’s mom? He allowed Jungkook to continue.

“I moved out of Busan about a year or so after you left. My friends, Seokjin and Namjoon both work in business if you remember. And they told me they wanted to manage me. For photography I mean. I finished my photography course it was very quick but getting people to actually call you was not easy. I took another 5 month film course in Seoul. At the end of the course your “exam” if you must, was a short film that meant something to you. I was editing it in a cafe when I saw your mother walk in for a coffee. It confused me why she was in Seoul, I didn’t even realize that I had been staring at her but she noticed.”

Jungkook took a breath before continuing.

“Her eye caught mine and I panicked and turned around. But it didn’t stop her. She sat at my table in front of me, I had to admit after a year of not seeing her I was nervous especially after how.. everything was left off with you. She asked me what I was doing in Seoul and I told her I lived here. When I asked her, she said she was there for your graduation and that you were just outside the coffee shop feeding the birds or something.”

Jimin suddenly remembered that day. His mom had arrived in Seoul by train and took him out of the dorms for quality mother and son time. He had a bag of chips in his hand and he dropped one. A little bird came and began to chip at it. Then another couple began to fight over it. Jimin felt bad the other birds couldn’t eat so he began to throw some on the floor for them.

“Jimin Im gonna go get us some coffee over there. You’re fine here?” His mom said, coming up behind him.

“Yes mom I’m fine here I’ll wait.”

He couldn’t believe Jungkook was so close. If he had just gone to the coffee shop with his mom he would have been able to see Jungkook. They were so close…

“I turned around to look out the window and I saw you outside smiling at the birds. Your hair was pink..” a sad smile appearing on Jungkook’s face as he remembered the boys hair color that resembled cotton candy.

“My heart hurt so bad. I wanted so badly to go outside and hug you but I knew with your mom sitting in front of me, all I could do was watch you from a distance. She grabbed my attention again, a little angry at how I could not stop staring at you, tears were involved too. From my part at least. She told me you were graduating, at the top of your class too. I was so happy for you and I begged your mom to let me see you just one more time but she said no. She wouldn’t let me. So moving away to Seoul wasn’t to run Away from you. I moved because of my college and because I wanted to open my own studio where Namjoon and Seokjin would easily manage me. And my phone number? I changed it a couple months after you went back to school but not because of you. Some people who knew my brother managed to find my phone number. People he owed money to, I had no choice..”

Jimin stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say or do. He expected reasons more related to him, or something else. He didn’t expect any of this actually.
Jungkook could tell Jimin wasn’t going to say anything so he kept going.

“Don’t think I didn’t miss you every day… I did. I’ve never been able to move on from you even if I tried. My heart has always and might always belong to you.”

Jimin turned to look at Jungkook, eyes glossy like he was about to cry again. Jungkook watched his eyes not only fill with tears but anger as well. But Jungkook knew that anger was just a sheild for his pain, like a cornered soldier, randomly shooting and throwing bombs,scared for his life, and desperate. Jimin had been pushing back the pain for so long, trying to medicate it with friendship,with a sorry excuse for “loving” a person whom he did not love at all. Yet the pain was returning now, breaking through the brick wall which he tried so hard to build.

When Jimin looked his way, Jungkook could tell the younger was one more blow from breaking.

“You can’t s-say those things Jungkook. 5 years is a long time and I.. As much as I tried to move on I couldn’t either. You’ve never returned the piece of my heart that gave me to feel love.” He whispered, another stray tear slipping dow his cheek.

“You can use the studio any time you want to film. I just want to go home,” he stood up but was not allowed to move because Jungkook’s hand was instantly wrapped around Jimin’s thin wrist.

“Wait.. let me take you home.”

“No Jungkook! You can’t because then Taehyung will see you! And he’s already getting angry at me for not loving Yoongi! Yoongi My boyfriend who loves me but gets hurt because of me because I cant and will never fully love him and Its your fault! Its your fault I cant love my own boyfriend because my heart is still latching on to you! We cant just pretend like the 5 years between this moment just never happened Kook!” He bitterly chuckled.

“5 years is a long time and im not the 16 year old boy you knew anymore. Im different, ive change in many ways and I’ve grown. Im not a little kid anymore Jungkook Im an adult. And Im seeing  my first love and my first heart break AND im seeing the director of GCF, my favorite thing ever by the way, I literally fanboy over your videos all the fucking time ask Taehyung he knows! And I was so excited to come meet the mysterious director of whose work I admire so fucking much and turns out he’s my fucking ex boyfri-“

He was instantly cut off by a pair of soft lips being firmly pressed against his own. Jimin’s eyes grew wide and in his mind he wondered if he should push Jungkook away, yet his hands and body were not complying. The feeling of Jungkook’s lips felt so foreign yet so familiar and while the foreign part of it made him feel uneasy, the familiarity made him feel comfort and safety. He still tasted like strawberry chapstick, he even still smelled like flowers, the scent of his favorite lotion.

He knew he should push Jungkook away, but instead he melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut and his body unstiffening. Their lips moved in sync for a few seconds, Jimin’s hands grabbing fists of Jungkook’s shirt and pulling the older male closer to him, shivering at the way Jungkook cupped his face and softly rubbed his cheeks with his thumbs.

It felt just as good as it did all those years ago, memories of their kisses, their touches all flooded back to Jimin and he felt like a vulnerable 16 year old again.
After a few more seconds, they pulled away from each other, Jimin licking his lips and tasting the remnants of his own chapstick mixed with Jungkook’s on his lips. Yoongi never give him those feelings when they kissed. Their kissing felt empty like a kiss during a one night stand. Empty.

But with Jungkook he felt sparks, butterflies. He felt chills run up and down his body and he felt electrified.

“Y-you… fuck, you should not have done that,” Jimin whispered, his grip on Jungkook’s shirt loosening.

“I know..”

Jimin looked up at the raven haired male and he took a step back when realizing how close they were. “Jungkook I have a boyfriend you cant do that kind of stuff. It’s wrong for so many reasons and terrible thing to do-“

“You kissed me back.”

The blonde opened his mouth to say something but he shut it quickly. He did. He shouldn’t have but he did and he felt guilt pooling into his stomach just thinking of how hurt Yoongi would get if he knew. Taehyung’s words about not hurting the older male were echoing in his head. Jimin had just cheated on Yoongi. Yoongi who loved him so much and always made him feel bad for not being able to give just as much love back. He wondered to himself how could he do such a thing?

“It was a mistake..” Jimin mumbled, ignoring the flash of hurt in Jungkook’s eyes. He could have sworn he even saw Jungkook frown for a second before stopping himself.

“Right. I guess I’ll get going.” Without a word, Jungkook turned around and walked out of the dance studio leaving Jimin confused and hurt and alone.

“Shit…”

//

The next day in the dance room sat Hoseok and Jimin. During creating a new choreography, Hoseok noticed Jimin was hardly into it. Jimin’s transparency gave his inner turmoil no where to hide. So Hoseok sat him down and let the blonde spill his thoughts.

“Then he kissed me..”

Hoseoks eyes widened, mouth forming a big “O.”
Jimin looked down, awkwardly fiddling with his fingers because he knew Jhope was probably secretly judging him or something.

“U-um… thats..”

“Yea..” Jimin cleared his throat.
Jimin had never been in this sort of situation and he did not know what he should do. He couldn’t ask Taehyung, obviously he couldn’t ask Yoongi so he had to go to Hoseok.

“Okay.. well it’s no big deal as long as you didn’t kiss back and you pushed him away. Right?”

The blonde looked up, clear guilt and regret was visible in his eyes and Hoseok didn’t even need Jimin answer. His eyes spoke for him giving Hoseok just the answer he needed and kind of expected.
Disappointment washed over the orange haired male as he looke at Jimin differently.

“Jimin...why did you do that?” He said, voice just above a whisper. Jimin knew why he did it. Because the feeling of Jungkook’s lips on his again reminded him of how it felt like to be in love. It reminded him of the days he spent with Jungkook,lazily making out in bed with their legs tangled under the sheets.

“I-it…” he started, taking a shaky breath before continuing. “It felt right…”

He knew it was wrong to say that. Jimin had a boyfriend but in that moment when he was kissing Jungkook again he felt things that he never felt with Yoongi and he hated himself for that. He blamed himself for not being able to reciprocate the feelings Yoongi had for him.

“Jimin no. I will not allow you to jump back to a guy who you saw after five years, only being in a one month relationship. You hardly know him anymore. You’ve known Yoongi half your whole life. He’s always loved you, taken care of you. You can not and will not treat him like this.”

It felt like a slap across the face to hear those words. But maybe what he needed was a slap on the face after all. They didn’t understand though. Hoseok and Taehyung both always think about Yoongi and how he is feeling and how he is doing. Did there ever stop once to think about how this is affecting Jimin too? Do they ever wonder if Jimin’s okay with everything going on?

He understands he shouldn’t try to lead Yoongi on or pretend he wants to be with him if he doesnt. But why couldn’t his friends understand that is is hard for him too. His first love just rolled out of no where, he’s stuck in a relationship he isn’t sure He wants to be in. every thing he does.. every decision he makes affects someone!

“Yea.. you’re right I’m sorry…” he said, but that wasn’t what he was thinking. He was thinking that Jungkook could give him love that he could give back while Yoongi could only give him dead roses. But like always, he was seen as the wrong one.

The two stayed silent for a while until Jimin let out a sigh as he stood up from the bench.

“Where are you going?” Hoseok asked, watching as Jimin collected his things and pulled his phone out of the charger.

“I gotta go talk to Yoongi hyung.”

//

“Hey babe,” Yoongi said, rubbing his right eye with his fingers. His blue tanktop was ruffled, hair pointing out in different directions and his eyes were squinted as if the light was hurting them. He had definitely just woke up and well Jimin should have expected that because it was 11am and Yoongi, when working late and hard at night, slept all through the day to make up for lost sleep time.

He felt a disturbing burn in his throat, the words “I cheated on you” were carving themselves into his tongue. He couldn’t say it.

“You okay? You look troubled,” The raven haired opened the door a little wider so Jimin could step inside the apartment that Yoongi shared with Hoseok.

“I… hyung I have to tell you something.”

Jimin was debating how he should see this. Even though he practiced this 20 times in the lobby’s bathroom it didn’t help because Jimin still had no idea how to deliever this. Nothing sounded right and maybe it’s because nothing was about this was right. He should not even have to do this.

“Like..?”

“Um..” Jimin cleared his throat, tugging a little at his shirt collar as it felt like it was getting tighter around his neck for whatever reason. Maybe it was the strings of guilt being pulled tighter.

“Y-you remember Jungkook? The-“

“Your mom’s ex boyfriend who you were fucking the summer of Junior year, yes how can I forget him when my boyfriend can never seem to?”
He sounded a little salty in his voice, Jimin could hear it even though Yoongi was trying to hide his distaste that was related to Jungkook’s name. If Jimin remembered correctly, it was Yoongi who told him not be Jungkook.

The way he said those words only made it harder for Jimin to try and say what he had to say. He felt even more guilty and he kind of hoped thay the ground under him would open up and swallow him.

“He um.. he is the director. The director of GCF thats supposed to be filming at my studio. A-and when he saw me he was very surprised and caught-of-guard as was I.. and then he um… he…”

Damn it Jimin just rip off the bandaid.

“He kissed me..” he blurted out, shutting his eyes tight because afraid of how Yoongi will react or what he will do. Jimin felt more comfortable keeping his eyes shut but his palms were suffering thanks to how deeply his nails digged into the skin.

He was listening for some kind of sound or maybe Yoongi to start yelling but nothing came. After a few seconds, he grew curious as to why he wasn’t being yelled at, opening one eye to peak. Yoongi was staring at him with the same expression, not
wavering for even a second.

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Why wasn’t Yoongi yelling or getting mad at him? Why was he standing there like stone?

“D-did… did you hear what I said?”

“Yes, Yes I did.”

“And you’re not mad?” His shoulders slumped

“Oh I am fucking mad. I want to beat the shit out of him but I wont. I’m not mad at you though,” Yoongi walked to where Jimin stood, wrapping his around the younger males waist. Jimin did not understand what was happening. He was expecting anger, expected to walk out here with tears and no boyfriend.

Not a hug..

“Im not mad at you because I know he kissed you and you didn’t kiss back, right?”

Jimin’s breath hitched. Should he tell Yoongi? Or lie to save his relationship. His feelings were being juggled and he couldn’t decide what to say. If h told Yoongi he kissed Jungkook back he could potentially lose his boyfriend. But if he lies, he could save his relationship and Yoongi will never find out.

“Right.. I-I pushed him away…”

“Good, then that’s all that matters,” Yoongi leaned down to press a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips. Even though the kiss was short and sweet, it didnt feel as good as Jungkook’s lips. It felt wrong when it should be right.

“Just don’t talk to him okay? I know he’s filming in your studio but stay away from him please? For me?”

“Y-yea…” Jimin nodded hesitantly. “I wont.”

Maybe it was for the best. Being around Jungkook would only restimulate feelings that Jimin could not have for him anymore, not while being with Yoongi. And he was not just gonna dump Yoongi for Jungkook whom he has not seen in so long and knows nothing about. Jungkook, despite having such a big part of his life and heart since he was his first love, was now a stranger. Now just a memory.

//

Jimin often got lost in thought when he was walking outside by himself. He was thinking about his mom. Wondering how much longer she’d be like that for. He hasn’t visited her in a while because every time he visited her it only hurt.

His mind then drifted to Jungkook. If he got involved with the older male again, he’d be betraying his mom, and he could not do that. Not when she was like that. If she came back and found out that her son was involved with Jeon Jungkook again she might die of a heart attack.

“Jimin! Jimin hey!” He heard, his mind snapping out his thoughts. When he saw who was running up to him and calling out his name he almost began to feel annoyed.
Jungkook was definitely not the person he wanted to see right now not after his conversation with Yoongi.

Jimin turned around and began to walk again, feeling Jungkook’s presence walking beside him.
“Hey…” Jimin muttered, stuffing his hands into his hoddie pockets and keeping his stare straight ahead over the busy sidewalk.

“Where are you of to?”

“Home..”

Jungkook could feel the tension, he could feel Jimin not wanting him around. It wasn’t such a good feeling when Jungkook was still, after so long, in love with Jimin.

“Right.. Um do you maybe wanna grab coffee or something?”

Jimin shut his eyes thinking no. No he didnt want Jungkook to ask him that.

“Jungkook no I dont.”

Disappointment came to Jungkook in the form of ice, making his body feel cold and shaky. This was not how he expected seeing Jimin again would go. When he imagined it he always thought Jimin would run into his arms and he’d spin the younger around and they’d go back to how things were. But Jimin was cold with Jungkook instead. He wondered if Jimin was single would he be this way too? If Jimin didn’t have a boyfriend would he go back to Jungkook?

“Oh… right..” He said, his voice cracking somewhere in between the letters.

Jimin felt a pain in his heart, remindin him that it was just as hard for Jungkook as it was for him. All of this couldn’t have been easy for the older male. The blonde wondered how he’d feel if the roles were reversed and Jungkook had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Jimin would be jealous and hurt. Just the thought of it bothered him like how it bothered him when Jungkook and his mom were together 5 years ago.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed out, turning his head to get a quick glace of Jungkook who was frowning with his eyes glued to his shoes.

“The truth is I cant be around you Jungkook. Not after the kiss yesterday. You reawaken burried feelings that need to stay buried for the sake of my relationship.”

“But our promise… I know we waited a long time but.. we still made a promise..” Jungkook said in a small voice, sadness sewn into the words.

“Promises were made to be broken, Jungkook,” Jimin exclaimed, turning around in front of Jungkook causing the male to stop in his tracks. Jimin’s eyes were boaring into Jungkook’s, praying Jungkook would understand that this couldn’t happen. It was best for both of them.

“We can’t be around each other except when you’re filming and even then you can’t speak to me. Please understand?”

Although Jungkook didn’t want to, he nodded. He could not force Jimin into something he didn’t want and Jimin seemed pretty invested in his relationship. What kind of person would he be if he tried to interfere. When he kissed Jimin, the words “I have a boyfriend,” had not yet processed. The only thing that was running through his mind was Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. His first real love, his soulmate.

Maybe it sounds a little over dramatic since they had only been together for a month, but if you could love a person that much in only a month of being with them then it is not a joke.

“O-okay.. I understand,” He said awkwardly, putting his head down because looking at Jimin hurt him more than he wanted it to. “I guess I’ll just go..” He turned around and quickly walked away from Jimin, his cheeks red from embarrassment. Jimin wanted to call him back but his body wouldn’t allow him to. Like chains with Yoongi’s name engraved on it were restraining him from calling out to Jungkook.

He didn’t want to hurt Yoongi, but in the process he was hurting Jungkook who probably expected things to turn out differently when they met again.

Now what?

//

A few days later was the next time he saw Jungkook. He was supposed to start his first film session during that day at 3pm which just so happened to be the time Jimin taught dance class, soecifically kids ballet. Jimin always came 30 or so minutes earlier just to go over the choreography once more before teaching it. He left his bag at the same corner of the room that he always did and began to walk to the center of the room facing the mirror.

When he positioned himself, he began to stretch, his body a little sore from how terribly he slept yesterday. When he slept beside Yoongi he never slept comfortably, always being left with a sore neck or muscles. It wasn’t like that with Jungkook.. he always felt like he was sleeping on a cloud in Jungkook’s arms..

Speaking of the devil, a couple minutes after Jimin arrived, the door behind him opened, Jimin’s eyes locking with Jungkook’s through the mirror, breath silently hitching.

“Oh.. h-hey sorry Hoseok said I should come set up earlier… is that okay?”

Without a word, Jimin nodded and continued to stretch. He tried not to watch as Jungkook found a spot somewhere in the room and began to set up. He had three Camera bags which Jimin figured was probably for different angles.

He placed one camera on the left corner of the room and one on the right corner of the room. The other one meant to be in his hand.
Jimin had to admit, even though he and Jungkook weren’t on the best terms, he was excited to witness his process at work, being a big fan of GCF for so long. He was trying not to fanboy even though Jungkook and him had a strange history.
Yet, even though he promised Yoongi he wouldn’t talk to Jungkook, his inner fanboy felt inclined to ask without even thinking.

“So.. it’s for a short film?”

Jungkook looked up, surprised to hear Jimin was talking to him. “Uh.. well its a series. 10 short films that all tie into the same plot line to form a larger movie I guess. I can’t really explain the idea just came to me in a dream,” Jungkook mumbled, tightening the camera stand and avoiding eye contact.

“In a dream? Kinda cheesy,” Jimin chuckled rolling his eyes jokingly, Jungkook grinning in response.
“Yea I guess it is kinda cheesy,” he replied.
The conversation went dead from there which Jungkook expected since they technically weren’t meant to speak at all.

By the time he set up, there were students already walking in with their parents dropping them off. Jungkook was told what classes would take place when and he purposely wanted to start with the little girls since his film would start with that scene like he imagined it would.

He grinned at how all the little girls ran to gave Jimin a little hug. Jungkook remembered a conversation they had one day on his couch while watching a movie. He said he wanted two little girls when he grew old enough to feel like he could have kids. He always knew the blonde would be good with children, they all seemed to adore Jimin.

They were all dressed the same, tight buns, pink leotards and stockings with pretty pink ballet shoes while Jimin wore black loose pants and a long black tanktop.

“Jiminnie oppa who is the guy over there with the camera?” The raven haired male overheard one girl ask as she tugged on Jimin’s pants to grab his attention and pointed to Jungkook who was turning on his hand camera.

“Ah yes, Class this is Jeon Jungkook who will be filming us today for his movie. Do you all wanna be movie stars!?” He cheered and all the girls screamed and giggled with excitement.

“I wanna be famous!”

“I wanna be in a movie!”

“Me too!”

Jimin grinned watching his students jump up and down. “You’re already movie stars in my eyes but lets make it a real thing yea? Everyone say thank you Jungkook Oppa.”

All the little girls turned around to face Jungkook and all said a cheerfull “thank you,” with bright smiles, some were even bouncing in excitement on their ballet shoes.

Jungkook smiled so widely, scrunching his nose involuntarily because god damn, this was this cutest thing ever he could not help it.

“You’re welcome girls. You’re all my movie stars today so you’re gonna look extra beautiful for the camera right?”

“Right!” They answered in unison, a large smile growing across Jungkook’s cheeks.

“Alright lets get started then.”

Jungkook filmed as Jimin taught the girls where to place their hands and how to stand. The blonde was really good with them and Jungkook truly had to admit that there were some times when he could only focus on how beautiful Jimin looked when he was twirling and moving that way. His heart ached knowing Jimin was so close yet so far away and he made it very clear they could not be around each other besides filming. He had to pruge his mind of these thoughts that maybe, possibly, or one day it could happen again.

When the class was over, Jimin said goodbye to all the girls while Jungkook began turning his cameras off. He was baffled when a few of the girls came to give him hugs, not knowing how to react.

“Bye Jungkook oppa! Thank you for making us movie stars!” One girl squealed as she hugged his leg with the couple other girls who also took turns to hug him. He chuckled saying bye to all of them while they left.

That was way more fun than he expected. The girls were so sweet and welcoming to him and they danced so well for their age too. Probably because they had such an amazing teacher. Jimin looked truly happy when teaching these girls, he was glowing. Luminous, one might describe him as.

“So what did you think of the class?” Jimin asked, bending down to grab his towel off his blue dance bag.

“It was nice. I never saw you dance before.. the girls were sweet too..”

“Yea they are. They’re my pride and joy truthfu-“

He was cut off when the door opened, Yoongi walking in to pick Jimin up from class like he did all the time. Jimin had almost forgot Yoongi would pick him up which was weird since he did it every day so he should not forget. But when he was so focused on Jungkook, he could forget anything that was not Jungkook.

Just like when they kissed.

“Hey Jiminnie are you ready to leave?” Yoongi asked completely unaware of Jungkook’s presence until he noticed someone standing out through the mirror. He turned his head and looked at Jungkook with a hint of distaste in his eyes.

Jungkook did nothing though, only continuing to pack his equipment.

“Yea I am just let me get my bag,” Jimin turned around, trying to avoid the thick tension in the room but it wasn’t easy to when he felt it stick to his skin like a tattoo.

He came back to Yoongi with his bag now on his left shoulder, gasping in surprise when the older male Pulled him closer with his rather large hand on the small of Jimin’s back.
“Get ready quickly when we get back, Im taking you out,” Yoongi growled, bewildering Jimin. The male had never spoke to him in that kind of tone it was weird for him to hear.

“Oka-“

He didn’t get to finish because Yoongi’s lips were roughly being pushed against his, not allowing him to speak anymore. He gasped, Yoongi practically eating his face off in front of Jungkook who stood there uncomfortably.

Jungkook took a peak and his face fell when he saw how Jimin was struggling under Yoongi and he wanted to intervene but it was not his place to so he kept his head down, trying to ignore the uncomfortable lump that grew in his throat.

Jimin weakly punched at Yoongi’s chest, the pace too rough and fast something he wasnt used too because Yoongi usually kissed him slowly. He knew why Yoongi was doing this; because Jungkook was here. And Jimin didn’t like that his boyfriend was being so petty and disgusting.

Finally Yoongi let go of Jimin who released an audible gasp for air. The raven haired brought his sleeve up to wipe his lip while staring at Jungkook who didn’t seem to care with how he wasnt even looking at them. The truth was though, Jungkook cared too much which was why he was looking away.

Jimin was infuriated with Yoongi’s attitude and actions, scoffing and he pushed passed Yoongi and walked out the studio.

“Yah!” Yoongi yelled running out of the studio after Jimin but the blonde only stormed faster away from Yoongi.

“Where are you going?”

Jimin turned around, red in the face with anger and embarrassment. His heart was beating faster than he ever thought possible, being able to feel the blood pumping through his veins as he looked at Yoongi with disgust.

“What you did was beyond childish and disgusting Min Yoongi! You seriously kissed me like that in front of my ex boyfriend and for what? To prove what point? That you ‘won’ me!? Thats not the guy I decided to date Yoongi hyung! You let Jealousy completely wash over you and I do not appreciate what you did in there! I’ll take myself home leave me alone…”

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NOTE PLEASE READ: Hey friends so TXT huh? Im already stannin hard lol. But I know lots of armys are moving over to stan TXT as well. So I have to put this out there on any platform that I can. THESE BOYS ARE STILL KIDS UNDERSTAND THAT. DONT DISRESPECT THEM OR SEXUALIZE EM PLEASE. THEYRE KIDS!! Thank you!!! Onto the chapter :’)

“Jimin please talk to me baby I’m sorry! Just seeing him made me nervous..call me..” Jimin let out a distressed sigh, pressing the pause button on Yoongi’s 14th voicemail.
It was 9pm, the blonde was in the apartment alone and just got out of the shower to see Yoongi’s 36 missed calls and voicemails. He’d been dodging all of them because truthfully, Yoongi was starting to get on his nerves.

He was willing to try and stay away from Jungkook for him. But what he did that day was crossing a line that Jimin was not about to redraw. He had to understand that they weren’t teenagers anymore and that kind of behavior was not acceptable.
It especially bothered him because out of everyone in their friend group, Yoongi was supposed to be the most mature and well put together one.
Yet there he was trying to make a 28 year old man jealous by sucking Jimin’s face off.

He got off the bed and went to his dresser to find some home clothes to put on. When he was done with that, he felt kind of hungry so he decided to check the kitchen for some comfort food.
But before he could put his hand on the door knob, Taehyung was already pulling the door open, looking furious.

“Hey?”

“Hey!? Don’t you ‘hey’ me Park Jimin! I thought I told you not to hurt Yoongi! Hoseok told me he’s sitting in his room worried because he thinks you want to break up with him and you’re avoiding his calls!?” Taehyung yelled, stepping into Jimin’s room.

Jimin’s eyes widened, surprised at his friends sudden outburst. Somehow he expected this to happen. He should be used to Hoseok and Taehyung always defending Yoongi, it’s how it’s always been.

Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes.
He was not about to take this bullshit right now.

“Did he even tell you what he did?” Jimin shot back.

“So!? So he made out with you in front of Jungkook! Good for him for trying to remind the man who you belong to!”

“BELONG TO!?” The blonde yelled, anger boiling up in him like a pot water on a burning stove.
How could his best friend and roommate say these things? Jimin couldn’t understand why no one thought of how he felt. Why all his life no one, not even his best friends understood him!

“I don’t ‘belong’ to anyone Kim Taehyung! I am an adult! And I make my own fucking decisions understand!? What Yoongi did was crossing a line! How come none of you think about my feelings the way you think about Yoongi’s!? You know how hard life is for me! My dad is dead, My mom is in a coma! I’ve been forced into a relationship that I don’t want to be in because You and Hoseok convinced me into it! I cant fucking do anything for myself! I’m always trying to please everyone but I can never please me. At least Jungkook understood me! He understood my feelings and he might have been the only fucking person on the planet to!”

Taehyung closed his mouth, watching as Jimin’s eyes began to pool with tears.

“I-I’m trying so hard for all of you! I’m trying hard for Yoongi but he isn’t the one for me Taehyung! Jungkook is he will always be! Yet still I promised Yoongi I won’t talk to Jungkook because I didn’t want to hurt him! I’m giving up a chance at real love for Yoongi because I care about his feelings! But he hurt mine and you and fucking Hoseok hurt my feelings too! What kind of friends are you!?” He pushed Taehyung roughly out of his room.

“AND I AM YOUR HYUNG TAEHYUNG! I’M YOUR HYUNG!” He yelled, slamming the door and locking it.

He heard silence from the other side of the door for a few seconds then hearing footsteps that faded followed by a door closing. Jimin was finally able to let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

———————

“Hello, This is Kim Seokjin’s phone, he can’t come to the phone right now so Kim Namjoon is speaking who is this?”

Jimin looked down at the hem of his tank top, fiddling with it a little nervously. “Hello Namjoon-ssi… my name is Park Jimin I run the dance studio that Jeon Jungkook is fi-“

“Ah.. the famous Jimin Jungkook always talks about.”

“He talks about me?”

“For years kid. I still remember your face somewhat. Orange hair and a big purple hickey on your neck.”

Jimin’s cheeks turned red, knowing he was referring to the one time he came home with a hickey, Minho from that restaurant gave him. He remembered Jungkook having his friends over and they stared at him so awkwardly.

“Yea… um I was just wondering if I could have Jungkook’s number? For b-business and scheduling purposes I mean. I cant find it online so..”

He could almost hear Namjoon smirking through the phone and Jimin felt so awkward and shy for asking a total stranger who knew their history for Jungkook’s number. But he needed it.

“Business and scheduling purposes huh..” The man chuckled. “Sure grab a pen and paper.”

Jimin opened his nightstand drawer and moved some things around until he found an old receipt and a half dried out pen but they managed to do the job. He said thank you to Namjoon then quickly turned the call off because the embarrassment was way too much for him to handle.

Staring at his phone number and contemplating what he should do with it is exactly what he expected would happen and is exactly what he did. He felt like an idiot because he was the one who told Jungkook to stay away from him four days ago and now he has his number, wanting so badly to text him but not knowing what to say.

Jimin let out a sigh and put the piece of paper on his nightstand.

The past 2 days he had been avoiding Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok. It was harder to avoid Taehyung since they lived together. But Tae left for work at 9 am, then went straight to university at 2. During that time Jimin was able to roam the apartment freely, clean up a little, watch TV, eat. Taehyung always came back at four so Jimin made sure to already have his dinner prepared before hand so while Taehyung was in the shower he could microwave it and eat in his room.

None of them had even apologized to him and it hurt him because these were the guys who he grew up with. These were the guys who were meant to be his best friends for ever yet now it doesnt feel that way.

Jimin pulled his laptop out of his backpack and clicked onto the file labeled “Good Days In Busan.”
It was locked with a password only he knew because the folder was mainly full of memories from his 2 and ½ months with Jungkook.
He’d look back on it once in a while, maybe after a failed relationship or a horrible date. He didn’t know why he still had all these pictures and Videos saved or why he liked to look at them from time to time. Maybe it was to remind him that once he was truly happy.

He clicked on his favorite video.
The once he took of Jungkook sleeping while he drew a mustache on him in sharpie.

“Jungkookie Hyung is sleeping so this is revenge for not letting me by the double stuffed Oreos I wanted..” Jimin Almost cringed at how different his voice sounded then. A lot lighter almost woman like.

Younger Jimin started drawing the mustache above Jungkook, the brunettes nose twitching the second the tip of the sharpie came into contact with his skin. Jimin giggled quietly at how cute Jungkook was even at 23.

“Oh no I think he’s waking up.. should I run?”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, seeing Jimin with a sharpie in his hand and a surprised look.
“Park Jimin I swear to god!” Yelled Jungkook, lifting his phone off the table to see the half drawn mustache, Jimin ran away giggling while Jungkook chased him around the house. Seeing the video after so long made him tear up.

The next picture was the first selfie they ever took at the American restaurant the night Jimin confessed to Jungkook. Then there was a picture of Jimin snuggling up to Jungkook’s chest, Both of them shirtless,both of them eyes closed. Jimin could tell by how both their hair was ruffled and the small hickey on Jungkook’s Adam’s apple that it was definitely taken after sex. Jimin had silver hair in that picture.

There weren’t many pictures or videos, there were some screenshots of really cute text messages they had. Maybe Jimin was silly for keeping all of these after so many years but they reminded him of the best 2 months of his whole life.

Some would call Jimin stupid for pining after a 1 month relationship he has when he was 16 after 5 years. But when you have someone so amazing, so unbelievable and you become addicted to it only for it to be ripped away, you don’t forget it.

He picked his phone up again and decided to try and call Jungkook. Hopefully the older male won’t think it’s weird or anything but after the past couple days he needed someone who understood him and would listen to him.

Jimin pressed call, his hand trembling slightly when He brought the phone up to his ear. While it rang, Jimin contemplated just hanging up but he decided against it.

Soon, Jungkook answered.

“Jeon Jungkook speaking.”

“Kook?”

There was silence on the line almost like confusion and Jimin could feel it through the phone.

“Jiminnie?” The Nickname made his heart flutter. The sound of Jungkook saying his name like that made him want to cry. He felt the tears already swelling up in his eyes.

“J-Jungkook,” his voice cracked.

“Jimin are you okay? Did something happen? Where are you?” Jungkook was already worrying about him, Jimin could hear it in his voice and something about that comforted him. At least one person cared.

“Can you p-pick me up? I need to talk.”

“Sure okay send me the address I’ll be there right now.”

Jimin hung up the phone and sent Jungkook the address as he walked out of his room, sniffling. Jimin blinked his eyes a few times to get the tears to go away and when he opened them, he was confused to find Taehyung in the apartment at this time when he was supposed to be in University. He was on the couch with the remote in his hand like he was just about to turn the TV on.

Taehyung awkwardly stared at Jimin, noticing the confusion on the blondes face, he cleared his throat and began to clarify. “My classes were cancelled..”

Jimin simply nodded and headed for the door. When his hand wrapped itself around the cold metal knob, Taehyung spoke up again, stopping him.
“Where are you going hyung?” Jimin scoffed in response. As if Taehyung cared. And now he remembers to call Jimin hyung. It seems like he forgot who was the older one between the two of them.

“Don’t pretend you care.” Jimin spat back, opening the door and walking out it while not allowing Taehyung the chance to respond.

//

“Jimin!” Jimin turned around watching Jungkook as he ran up to him. When they were close enough Jimin, without a warning, jumped into Jungkook’s arms enveloping him in a tight hug.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment but quickly reciprocated, snaking his arms around Jimin’s waist. “Can we go somewhere quiet to talk?” He mumbled into Jungkook’s chest.

“Is my apartment okay?”

“Yea…”

//

“Do you want a cup of water or anything to drink Jimin?” Jungkook asked, closing the door behind him and locking it. Jimin gazed around Jungkook’s apartment, it kind of looked similar to his apartment in Busan.

“Um no thank you..”

Jungkook nodded, motioning to the couch kind of like an invite for Jimin to sit down since he was standing so awkwardly and out of place in the center of his living room. He sat down next to Jimin and waited for Jimin to start speaking and settle his curiosity.

“I’m sorry for randomly calling you. Were you doing something important?”

“No I was just viewing some footage for the first short film no biggie. Is everything okay?”

Jimin bitterly chuckled, looking up to the ceiling as he shook his head. “No nothing is. I don’t know what I’m doing hyung.”

“Does this have to do with Yoongi maybe?”
How was it that Jungkook could read Jimin so well without even opening the book?
He nodded in response.

“Yes it does. The truth is.. I don’t have feelings for him. I thought I did but I realized some time ago that I don’t. I care about him but I don’t see him like that. When we had a casual thing going on I never felt a connection it was just sex and then a few months ago he asked me out and I was initially going to say no. But Taehyung and Hoseok in a way forced me into it. They cared about Yoongi’s feeling because he had apparently been ‘in love’ with me since I was a sophomore so they told me I had to give him a chance. I tried so hard to have feelings but they just never came.”

He took in a deep breath before continuing.

“What he did in the studio while you were there.. I was mad. He’s never treated or used me like that and I was.. disgusted. I haven’t spoken to him in a few days because I need to figure out what to do. Unhappy and I keep pretending it’s okay when it’s not. And Hoseok and Taehyung are more worried about Yoongi getting hurt than me being hurt for the past four months of this relationship. And it sucks c-cause all my life I’ve never had people who really understood me. Even my best friends. The only two people who ever understood me and cared about me were my dad and.. a-and you..”

“Your mother?” Jungkook asked, furrowing his eyebrows. It almost slipped Jimin’s mind that Jungkook had no idea what happened to Jisoo. His eyes watered as the image of his mother with a semi crushed skull on a hospital appeared in front of him like a hallucination.

“M-my Mom?” He whispered involuntarily.
“She’s In a coma Jungkook… she has been for a year and a h-half..” the first year slipped, the rest following its path, they all began to leave Jimin’s eyes but still, his eyes had many more left in storage to spill.

Jungkook could only stare at the younger boy in confusion, trying to process the words that came out of his mouth.
“Baby…” He whispered, pulling Jimin closer into his arms. The sweet smell of flowers that always radiated off Jungkook entered Jimin’s nostrils and he broke down sobbing into Jungkook’s red shirt, clutching onto the material as if he was dangling off the edge of a building and it was the only thing keeping him up.

It had been a while since he cried at the thought of his mother underneath hospital sheets.
He needed to empty the cup of tears he had been collecting and he felt kind of bad for pouring them onto Jungkook. Especially when they’re practically strangers now.

When Jimin felt somewhat better, he took a shaky breath and sat back down in front of Jungkook instead of on him and the first thing he noticed were the big, dark wet marks on his shirt caused by his tears.

“I-I’m sorry for c-crying on you I just-“

“No no its okay! Do you maybe wanna talk about it?”

Jimin shrugged unsure of how to answer? Did he want to talk about it? What was he supposed to say? He took a few seconds to sort his thought before taking in a deep breath and starting from the beginning of how his mother ended up the way she is.

“There was an truck accident near the hospital she works at. They could not pull the driver out from under the truck because there was a piece of medal stuck inside him they only doctor would know how to pull out so they took a few of the bedt surgeons over to where the accident was with kits and stuff so they could get him out and take him inside the ambulance. My mom c-crawled in through the truck door and the guy was upside down. They didnt know how they were gonna pull him out like that. But they tried to work upside down as best as they could. Eventually the driver stopped speaking and breathing.. They told my mom to get out, there was nothing they could do but she wouldn’t leave him alone until she got the metal out of him and saved him. They pulled her out because it was getting late but she fought back. The truck was fragile and the movement of them fighting cause a big part of it to fall on her head.” He took a deep and shaky breath.

“They rushed her into surgery but her brain swelled… she still hasn’t woken up… they say she might never wake up.. I had her moved to Seoul so I could be close. Every time I come to visit her they ask me if I want to pull her plug but I c-cant… I cant lose her shes the only family I have..”

Jungkook didn’t realize there were tears in his own eyes until the began to blur his vision so he blinked a few times, letting them slide down his cheeks. Jimin was crying too but not sobbing, just calmly letting the tears slip down his face onto his jeans.

“I-im so sorry Jiminnie..” Jungkook whispered, pulling the boy into another hug.

In many ways, Jimin reminded Jungkook of his younger self. Small and vulnerable with no one left to care for him. Easy to take advantage of and always putting others first. He learned the hard way how to get out of that and to be strong. If he was not strong for himself then no one would be strong for him. But he wanted to be the strong one for Jimin.

He wanted to protect Jimin against the cruel world.
“I’m here for you always,” he whispered, his fingers instinctively pushing through Jimin’s blonde hair to relax him as he could feel the youngers stiffness against his own body.
“Anything you need Im here for you..”

“I’m sorry Jungkook,” Jimin sniffled pulling back but keeping his hands against Jungkook’s chest. “I’m sorry for telling you to stay away from me..It was because of Yoongi. He told me I wasnt allowed to be around you or speak to you and I was only trying to save my relationship.. though theres nothing to save.”

Jungkook had a look of disappointment across his face. “If your boyfriend isn’t allowing you to do certain things, If you really don’t love him Jimin then don’t be with him. Im not saying that because of our promise Im saying it because you deserve better. So much better. Even if it’s not me. But if we’re being honest.. I wanna know you more.”

He grinned a little, brushing his thumb over Jimin’s cheek to push the stray tear away.

“Our time was so limited its unfair. If we can’t start over like that then.. can we try to be friends?”
Jimin allowed himself to grin, nodding his head slowly.
Screw what Yoongi says. He’s still his own person and he can be friends with Jungkook if he wants.

//

“Jimin.. can we talk?” Taehyung said from the couch watching as Jimin stepped out of his room to get a water bottle from the kitchen.
It had been one week since their arguement. One week since they spoke to each other and Jimin, knowing he did nothing wrong, decided it would not be him to apologize first. He didn’t care about “being the bigger person” but instead about getting the apology he knew he was owed.

“I don’t know. Why should we?” He stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Taehyung. He was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, fiddling nervously with his fingers.

“Please?”

Jimin gave in, letting out a sigh as he walked over to sit by Taehyubg on the couch.
He looked straight at the brunette with a blank face, expressing no emotion though deep inside himself he was still angry at his “best friend.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you last week.. I don’t know what came over me. I had no right to do that and I didn’t r-realize I how much I was pressuring you into staying with Yoongi even though you clearly dont feel that way about him.” His voice was shaky, almost as if he was trying really hard not to cry and it made Jimin frown.

Even though he should be mad, he was soft for Taehyung. They’re meant to be like brothers and seeing him hold back his cries hurt him.

“ hyung the truth is.. I… I-I… shit Jimin I like Yoongi hyung… please don’t be upset with me I know he’s your boyfriend and I’ve been trying so hard to hold all of my feelings for him for the sake of your relationship and becaus he clearly likes you and not me a-and I guess the reason I was pushing you was because he’s happy with you.. and I’d rather keep him happy than to myself.”

Jimin still only stared at Taehyung trying to process his words. Taehyng liked Yoongi? It didn’t make sense because Jimin never would of thought Yoongi wss even Taehyung’s type. He never saw any signs from Taehyung that he even saw Yoongi that way, all of this just confused Jimin.

“ Im sorry I never meant to hurt you hyung, you’re my brother and I love you so much I’m sorry! I can’t keep avoiding this. Please don’t be upset at me I promise I’ll stay away from and Yoongi-“

“Tae.”

The brunette looked up at Jimin who had only sincerity in his eyes which was a change from the anger that hid there before.

“Im not mad.. and I don’t need you to stay away from him he’s your friend too. Truthfully I think I have to break up with Yoongi… It’s not fair to him to be in a half assed relationship..” Jimin frowned.

“Jimin it will ruin him…”

“It will ruin him even more if he finds out im in this relationship because I feel bad for him Tae… besides,” he put his hand on Taehyung’s knee.
“Maybe you should try your chances..”

//

“We have to talk,hyung..” Jimin said the second Yoongi opened his front door. He looked fine. Like he always did which Jimin didn’t expect because Hoseok and Taehyung made it sound like Yoongi was a total wreck.

“Now you wanna talk?” Yoongi mumbled, staring fiercly at Jimin.
For a second Jimin felt the urge to apologize but he realized he shouldn’t have to. He wasn’t doing anything wrong in this situation.

“Don’t. Just don’t. Can I come in please?”

Yoongi opened the door a little more for Jimin to step into his apartment. “What are we talking about exactly?” He shut the door, following after Jimin to the couch. Yoongi could tell by the troubled look on Jimin’s face that it was something serious. The two hadn’t spoke in over a week and Yoongi was kind of scared that he knew what was gonna come.

They both sat and Jimin was clearly avoiding Yoongi’s eyes. “I think… Yoongi I’ve known you for so long. You’ve always been there for me, I trust you more than anyone. A-and I tried. I really did but.. the truth is is that we’re not on the same level of intimacy I guess? I-I guess what Im trying to say is, we have to break up.. but it’s not because of you. It really is me. It’s me and I’m stupid for think I could make this work when I dont have all the same feelings for you as you have for me…”

Yoongi stared at Jimin and Jimin couldn’t read what the older male was thinking. He was never good at expressing his emotions but he expected some emotion through Jimin’s words. But there was nothing.

“What..?” Yoongi replied.

“You know I love you so much Yoongi-ah. So much but not in the same way you love me.. and I cant be in a relationship where im not happy. Hyung you know I don’t want to lose you but I think we would be begger off as friends. Our relationship just isn’t working-“

“Leave Jimin-ah..” Yoongi whispered shakingly, the first sign of emotion Jimin’s seen from him so far. It was so hard, why was this so hard? Jimin should feel relieved if anything but instead he felt burdened. Like he just ruined his friendship with Yoongi. Ruined everythjng with Yoongi.

“What?”

“Leave.. Just go.” Yoongi got up and rushed over to the door, opening it from Jimin who could only stare, mouth parted and a bunch of confusing thoughts running laps around his mind.

Jimin stood up and walked over to the door, but stopped in front of Yoongi and stared at him, waiting for the raven haired to say something, anything.

“Hyung..”

“Jimin please I just need you to leave.”

And he did. Tears quickly formed in his eyes when he heard the door behind him shut.
He couldn’t tell how Yoongi was feeling. He couldn’t tell how he himself was feeling.

Was he upset? Guilty? Relieved?
He just didn’t know. The truth was, Yoongi was his longest relationship. Just 4 months. It was weird to think about it also because Yoongi was the guy who took his virginity, who took care of him during his worst times. He really thought he could fall in love with Yoongi but Jimin just couldn’t.

Now he may have potentially ruined his friendship with Yoongi forever.

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a/n:

im sorry for the long wait

ive had terrible writers block

im also writing another fanfic thats coming out soon (look out for that if yall are real and will stay with me :’)

Ive been so busy and my days have been so hectic. I also am having really bad family problems right now so please bare with me!

theres only one or two chapters left of this fanfic so I just want to take this time to thank my readers for believing in this fanfic and loving and supporting it. I thought it would totally flop like all my other ones but you guys kept pushing me and believing that I could do this so thank you ❤️ 

Twt: @Nattguilbert 

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It's been 2 weeks since Jungkook had seen Jimin. They’ve texted and called but he has not seen the other face to face for quite some time. Even when they texted their conversations were short lived and their calls didn’t last longer than 10 seconds before Jimin made up some excuse about having work to do or something of the sort.

Even when he went to film at the studio, Hoseok told him that Jimin wasn’t there. He couldn’t help but feel slightly avoided. Jungkook also couldn't help but wonder if maybe he had done something wrong without knowing that he did.

It didn’t help that Jungkook was finally done editing the first short film and a bunch of just consisted of Jimin dancing, the most beautiful and majestic thing he’s ever seen in his life, other than Jimin during sex.

His heart hurt every time he thought about the blonde.

He knew he had to talk to Jimin which is why he was grateful when he was in a cafe getting his afternoon latte, that Jimin was sitting at a table waiting for his own. And alone too.

The cafe had become his new favorite cafe after he began filming at Jimin’s dance studio. It was close by so when he was done filming or just about to film, he’d go get a latte over there.

He wasn’t filming today though, he was just so tired from editing all night and coffee was the only thing he could think he needed.

Jungkook quickly ordered before walking over to the table the blonde sat at. He was wearing a teal shirt today and thick rimmed black glasses, something he had not seen on Jimin in so long and he appreciated the look. His hair was also a little different. Being parted down the middle instead of all pushed over his forehead as it usually was.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Jungkook asked, pointing to the chair in front of Jimin who was slightly startled at the unannounced appearance.

“U-um.. no.” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, watching how Jimin so easily turned read and flustered at just 6 words. “I mean yea. I mean no I d-dont mind and y-yes you can sit.” He put his head down in embarrassment. Jungkook chuckled while pulling out the chair, ignoring how the metal legs scraped against the floor and sitting on the cold bottom which he weirdly enough felt through his pants.

They sat in silence for a few seconds which felt like very long minutes until Jungkook let out a sigh and began to speak. “Did I do something? You’ve been avoiding me since the whole apartment thing…”

“No! No I’m not avoiding you I've just been a bit busy…”

“Busy?”

“Yea…” Jimin said under a whisper, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. He purposely tried not to look up at Jungkook because the other always had a way of telling when Jimin was lying by just looking at his eyes.

“Was.. was us trying to be friends a bad idea? If it was I’ll keep my distance if I make you uncomfortable..” Jungkook was about to stand up from the chair before he felt small fingers, some with cold metal rings wrapping around his wrist and pulling him back. “No!”

“No?”

“No that’s not what I want.. Im sorry.. I just had a bad couple of weeks? I didn’t tell you this but I broke up with Yoongi..”

Jungkook’s mouth formed an “o” shape as his mind searched through its files for anything to say about the news. Was it bad that some part of him was relieved that Jimin was single again? It probably was but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit happy about it because it meant that  maybe he still had a chance. He didn’t quite know how to behave now with the news especially with his own mischievous thoughts floating around his mind.

“I'm sorry..”

“Why? It’s not your fault.. well actually it is your fault.” Jungkook chuckled at Jimin’s sudden word switch.

“I broke up with him though not the other way around. Because it was what was right for me. But also because I can’t keep pretending that he has my heart when he doesn’t, he deserves better and I do too.”

“If he doesn't have your heart then who does?” Jungkook asked looking up at Jimin with hopes that Jimin will say he does. Hopes that Jimin will say he still had his heart and it would never change.

“Don’t act like you don’t already know that answer Jungkook.”

Something about Jimin's answer sparked a little hope in Jungkook. He understood Jimin  because he was the same way. He didn’t think it was possible to not be able to get over such a short relationship in so long like 5 years.  

Maybe it was because their relationship never got an actual chance or because it ended in the worst way possible.

“Oh..” Jungkook cleared his throat and looked down at his  lap, forcing himself not to grin in satisfaction and happiness.

“How is it possible that you still have my heart after so long Jungkook?”

“I can ask you the same question..”

“I was avoiding you because I was scared..” Jimin confessed. “Everytime I look at you my feelings resurface and I’m still feeling guilty over Yoongi and I don’t know if I’m ready to feel anything for anyone just yet.”

Jungkook nodded, understanding completely.

He could never force Jimin into something he was not ready for. But he said “yet.” Which meant some day he will be ready. And when he is, Jungkook will still be there. He took Jimin’s hand into his own, offering him a small grin.

“I’ll wait when you are Jimin. I’ll always be here for you.”

//

Taehyung had not been around the apartment in a while. Jimin knew why without even being told. He was spending time around Yoongi, pursuing his crush all while comforting Yoongi through their break up. He was in a way hoping that Yoongi would give Taehyung a chance.

Taehyung could love Yoongi like Jimin couldn’t. Jimin trusted Taehyung with Yoongi’s heart but he knew it was already hard for Yoongi to open up to anyone in general and now that Jimin broke his heart, he wasn’t sure if Yoongi would let anyone in any time soon.

Jimin felt guilty. He really did but at the same time he knew he had to do it.

Jimin was currently sitting  on the couch, texting Taemin about collaborating on a choreography for the class since his mind was a total stump and he needed help. While typing out his response to Taemin’s text he got a notification from Youtube saying that a new GCF has been posted.

Jimin felt his heart leap out his chest as he clicked on the notification faster than he’s ever done.

The opening was GCF’s basic opening and then finally it started. First scene was black and white, a man walking down the street with an umbrella under the rain. His back was facing the camera, almost as if Jungkook picked a random man on the street to film.

The next scenes were also black and white, Jimin appeared on the screen, helping a little girl with her spin. He smiled seeing himself, something about the video touched him. Maybe it was because Jimin was in it and he admired Jungkook’s work so much. Another reason could be that he was flattered Jungkook used him in his video. He didn’t have to do that.

When the video was over, Jimin was in tears. He didn’t even realize he was tearing up through the video. The past couple weeks have been such a mess with Jungkook re-entering his life, breaking up with Yoongi and being on a bumpy road with Taehyung and Hoseok.

He had so much to worry about, so much he had to fix and do yet the only thing he could think of was Jungkook’s lips on his once again.  All he could think about was Jungkook.

And he decided he shouldn’t feel guilty about thinking of Jungkook. They promised each other they’d be together in the end.  He shouldn’t feel guilty or hesitant about wanting to go back to Jungkook and finish what they started.

Jimin had been holding back but for what? He didnt want to be “just friends” with Jungkook. What Jimin really wanted to do was go and tell Jungkook he needed him.

Lately unhappiness was reigning over Jimin’s life. The cavernous hole in Jimin’s heart could not be filled with out Jungkook. His love was the answer. All his relationships have been half-assed on his part no matter how hard he tried, he could not learn to love any of them because when you experience the best, nothing can top it.

And Jungkook was Jimin’s best.

Last week he told Jungkook he was not ready for a relationship or anything. But after the past week, Jimin realized, he is ready. He’s just still thinking about Yoongi. But this time he needed to think about himself. Jimin wanted Jungkook and he could not wait anymore for him.

Jimin shut his laptop and took a deep breath. He had to talk to Jungkook.

//

He stood in front of Jungkook’s door breathing nervously. Last time he was in this situation, Jungkook fell off the face of the planet and Jimin was left heart broken. Memories of that day were reflashing in Jimin’s mind, the feeling of confusion and heartbreak resurfacing under his skin.

His heart was beating out of his chest as he thought about he was supposed to say.

Maybe this was too fast? What if Jungkook thought so?

It’s been so long, they’re practically strangers. Maybe Jungkook didn’t want to get back together.

No. He couldn’t think that way it would only destroy his confidence.

If Jungkook didn’t want him back he would not have kissed him on the first day they saw each other again.

All the doubts and thoughts swirled around his mind as he lifted his hand in a fist and using his knuckles to knock on Jungkook’s door.

There was a chance Jungkook was not home. Or if he was home there was a chance he would think Jimin was weird showing up to his door like this.

He heard shuffling from the other side of the door and a faint “I’m coming,” a sigh leaving Jimin.

He was really about to do this.

The door opened, Jungkook stared at Jimin blankly. The first thing Jimin noticed was Jungkook’s bare chest. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and he had tattoos now that Jimin didn’t know about.

The words “love is not over” were tattooed across one of his pecs in script letters. On the side of his ribs he had a thick black arrow like one for archery pointing downwards. There were a few smaller ones littered here and there and fuck he looked like Jimin’s highschool wet dream. Especially with his black hair ruffled and messy over his forehead.

Jimin gulped, forcing himself to look back up. When he did,there was a smirk across Jungkook’s face, he definitely caught Jimin staring.

“Jiminnie what are you doing here?”

Without even thinking, Jimin put his hand on Jungkook’s chest, gently pushing him inside and shutting the door behind them both.

“We have to talk,” Jimin whispered, leaning his back against Jungkook’s front door.

“About?”

“Us….”

There was a pause of silence, Jimin was staring at the ground feeling so weird about this entire encounter. He had to say the words but hey wouldn’t come out. He didn’t even know what words to say. Maybe he didn’t think this through as much as he should have.

“Okay… um do you wanna sit?”

“What? No Jungkook I..You.. w-we um.. Jungkook Im still in love with you.”

There was a flicker of something in Jungkook’s eyes, Jimin didn’t know how to describe but it was there. His palms grew sweaty, nervousness increasing thanks to Jungkook’s silence.

Suddenly Jimin felt like crawling in a hole and dying because god if showing up here unannounced wasnt embarrassing enough now he randomly confessed his love.

“Oh…”

“Sorry That was so stupid of me to say I’ll just go” Jimin turned around, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s door handle. Before he could open it though, he felt himself being spinned around and slammed against the door, a gasp emitting from him.

Jungkook was pinning him down, staring at Jimin as if he was ready to devour him.

“Koo-“

He was immediately silenced by a pair of lips meeting his own in a passionate kiss. A sigh of relief left his lips, this is was he had been craving for so long and finally he had it. Nothing has ever felt so right.

Jimin leaned in closer, reciprocating the slow kiss that with every movement became faster and faster. Their tongues battling with each other, Jungkook’s fingers tugging at the blonde strands of Jimin’s hair.

“Jump,” he commanded onto Jimin’s lips, Jimin obeying. When he jumped, before he could land, Jungkook lifted him up. His large hands held Jimin up by his ass, walking with the boy around his waist. Their lips met again in a much rougher, more desperate kiss as Jungkook threw Jimin down on his couch.

Jimin’s small hands roamed Jungkook’s naked chest as Jungkook latched his teeth on to Jimin’s bottom lip, tugging purposefully before letting go.

“I've wanted to do that for so long,” Jungkook whispered, leaving small but sweet kisses down Jimin’s neck.

“I've wanted you to do that for so long.”

“Do you really still love me Jimin? After all this time?” Jungkook mumbled, looking up at the boy who was blushing furiously as he shyly nodded.

“I’ve  never and will never be able to get over you,” he replied.

“I love you too. Fuck I love you so much you have no idea.”

Jungkook leaned his forehead on Jimin’s, eyes fluttering shut as he took in the feeling of Jimin under him, a feeling he missed so much.

He thought he’d never hear the blonde say those words to him, he felt euphoric.

“What does this mean then?”

“Anything you want it to mean.”

//

“So does that mean you two are together again?” Hoseok asked before taking a sip of his cherry coke through a straw.

Jimin Hoseok and Taehyung were at a burger place having lunch. It was Taehyung’s idea since they had not really spent much time together after their argument. He of course invited Yoongi also but the announcement that Jimin would also be there made him decline.

Jimin was disappointed. He was hoping he could see Yoongi again, hoping their friendship could be rekindled and they could move past their break up. It was a month ago and still Yoongi refused to hear of, see or speak to Jimin.

“I dont know… we have not talked about a label yet but we’ve been spending a lot of time together over the past couple weeks, trying to make up for lost time.. for the first time In so long I’m really happy..” he said shyly, looking down at his lap with a smile on his face.

He and Jungkook have spent the past few days together going out together for food or just spending time in, watching movies on the couch and cuddling. They’ve been catching up, learning about one another and what they’ve done the past years. It was nice. Jimin finally felt complete again.

“I'm happy that you’re happy Jiminnie.” Taehyung said, patting Jimin on the back. “After everything you have been through you deserve it.”

“Yea you do and I’m sorry from the both of us for forcing you into a relationship you weren't happy in. It was not friend- like of us. We’ll try harder and will support you and Jungkook.”

Jimin smiled at his two best friends, heart bursting at their kind words. But something felt off. Someone’s name was lurking at the back of his mind and no matter how hard he tried to push it out it would not leave.

“Thank you both. I love you guys so much..” he looked back down at his lap, debating whether or not he should ask.

“H-how is.. Yoongi hyung? I haven’t heard  from him in a month..”

Taehyung opened his mouth then closed it, giving Hoseok a look that Jimin could not decipher.

“He’s alright.. um.. actually… I hope you don’t mind that Yoongi and I.. we started s-seeing each other…”

“What!?” Jimin yelled, eyes growing wide instantly at the news of his ex and his best friend. He thought it had to be a prank but neither Tae or Hoseok looked like they were joking.

“You’re my roommate how have I not known about this??”

“It only started a few days ago! A-are you mad?”

Taehyung stuttered out, guilt scribbled across his face.

“No! No Tae I’m really happy for you! That’s amazing!”’Jimin giggled, wrapping his arms around his best friend.

Happiness was truly all he felt for Taehyung. He did not know how long Taehyung liked Yoongi for. He never saw the signs but maybe Taehyung hid them  well because he knew Jimin and Yoongi always had a thing since even sophomore year of highschool.

It’s something Taehyung would do.

Judging from how excited yet shy Taehyung was about being with Yoongi, Jimin could tell Tae’s feelings had been brewing inside him for a long time.

He had hoped Yoongi moved on from him and Jimin was thankful that it was Taehyung he moved on with. Trusting Yoongi’s heart in Taehyung’s hands was something Jimin knew he could do.

“Thank you..” Taehyung giggled.

“So tell me how it happened!” Jimin said excitedly.

“Well we had been spending the past few weeks with each other a lot and he was upset over being alone. I got mad and told him that he made me feel invisible because I was always there for him. Eventually I accidentally spilled that I’ve had a crush on him since forever and he never noticed me and then he kissed me to shut me up because I was rambling. I originally thought he kissed me because he felt sorry for me. But then we went out the next day and he held my hand. And bought me ice cream. Then asked me out on a date because he wanted to give us a real shot. So we went on the date. And We went back to his apartment and eventually Hoseok had been sexiled.”

“I slept outside!” Hoseok whined causing a giggle to leave Jimin.

“TaeTae I’m so happy for you. You’ll both be amazing with each other.”

“Thank you Jiminnie hyung. That means a lot to me.”

//

“You know what I love?” Jimin asked, fiddling with the hem of Jungkook’s black tank top.

“Hm?”

“You..” Jungkook chuckled softly, looking down at Jimin who was snuggled up to his chest, their legs tangled under the blanket. “So cheesy,” he mumbled.

“Tsk shut up it’s true.. I love you Jungkook.”

Jungkook twiddled with one of Jimin’s strands of hair, appreciating this moment. The two were In Jimin’s room, it was 11pm, almost midnight and Jungkook decided to sleep over. The lights were dimmed but not shut completely so they could still see each other. The past few weeks with Jimin had been a dream come true and now still with Jimin in his arms, he still thought it was a dream he’d wake up from at any time.

“I love you too baby. So so much.”

“You know what I love more though?” Jungkook raised his eyebrow. What could Jimin love more than him?

He didn’t answer though, only waiting for Jimin to continue speaking.

“The past two GCF’s you put out.”

“You love my videos more than me?” Jungkook gasped dramatically, putting his hand over his heart and trying hard to look offended.

“No you dummy I was kidding about that!” Jimin giggled. “I love you more obviously. But I do really live your videos. I love the last two that are the first in your series. Although I did notice a lot of the footage is just me dancing. I see you have an obsession with me hm? One may even call me..the star?” Jimin teased, looking up at Jungkook.

“Oh yea for sureee! You are DEFINITELY the star of my videos,” Jungkook said, sarcasm oozing out of his words earning a giggle from the blonde.

“I really like them though seriously. They’re really successful too! What made you want to do this?”

“It started with simple photography. I told you how it helped me cope through my terrible teenage years. But halfway through my photography course I thought about how much more I could do If the pictures could move. I tried out a film course turns out I was amazing at it. Not to brag or anything I was just good at doing it. Namjoon hyung told me I shouldn’t keep my talent to myself. Eventually I opened GCF. I didn’t expect it to grow so huge. I was happy people liked my videos but I didn't want people to know me. I didn’t want attention so I kept GCF anonymous. I came up with the idea for this series in a dream. I wanted to create a story. But not just any story. One of pain that turns into pleasure. Failure turning into success. I wanted to show the art of the human being. And I thought of dance.”

Jimin smiled at him, pressing a small kiss under his lip. “I love them. They’re beautiful.”

“Just like you Jimin.”

“What about your tattoos? You didn’t have them five years ago…” Jimin said Sitting up with his legs crossed.

Jungkook looked down at his clothed chest, letting out a sigh. “The arrow I got while drunk.” He chuckled, lifting his tank top for Jimin to see. Damn Jimin wanted to kiss those abs.

“I don’t remember what happened but I woke in the morning finding out I got a tattoo at the back of a club. The little bird on my hip bone I honestly just thought was cute and I wanted it on me. And this one,” he pointed to the one on his chest that read “Love is Not Over.”

“I got that because of you. It was my last tattoo and I got it because I had lost all hope of finding love after losing you. But I reminded myself of our promise and decided that Love wasn’t over for me. That one day I’d get you back. Here you are.”

“You got that because of me?” Jimin whispered, eyes watering as he dragged his fingertips softly over the tattoo on Jungkook peck.

“I thought I lost love. But I realized I didn’t lose love. My love was with you the whole time. I just lost you and needed to find you. And I did. I could never be more happier than when I’m around you Park Jimin. We have a long road to recovery but I love you.” He whispered the last part, sitting up and cupping Jimin’s face in between his large hands, rubbing his cheek with his thumb.

“Damn it Jeon Jungkook I love you too,” He wasted no time, pressing his lips onto Jungkook’s softly.

They kissed for a few seconds slowly before Jimin pulled back, licking his lips.

“You’re mine forever okay Jungkookie? You’re not allowed to leave me.”

“I would never dream of it.”

“Do you think we’ll get married one day? And be together forever?” Jimin asked in a small voice, fiddling with his thumbs. He didn’t know why he asked he just needed some kind of validation that he was not giving up his heart again for nothing.

He didn’t want a life without Jungkook. He experienced it and he didn’t like it.

“Jimin I could easily make you mine right now. You’re all I want out of life. But I also want to take my time with you. I want to do this the right way. Take you out on dates and make love to you and then make you mine. But just know that you are mine okay? And I am yours and I’m never letting go”

Jimin smiled, opening his  mouth to say something before being interrupted by his phone ringing. He turned his head to his night stand in confusion. Who could possibly be calling him this late at night? The blonde leaned over to grab his phone then flipping it over to see the caller ID.

His heart dropped when he saw the number of his mom’s doctor. “It’s the hospital.. I h-have to answer.” He stuttered out.

Nervously and with shaky hands, Jimin answered the call and pressed the phone up to his ear. “Hello?”

…

“S-she did? Is she okay!?”

…

“Oh god Okay I’m on my way..”

….

“Yes thank you bye.”

He hung up the phone and bounced off the bed, running to the closet to put on some appropriate clothing.

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook asked.

“My mom she.. her heart stopped.”

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Hey guys.. Im sorry I really wanted the ending to be different. I was supposed to have a few more chapters written but I cant think anymore with this fanfic. Nothing is coming to me and I lost motivation to continue it.

youve all been so supportive and sweet and amazing so thank you so much.

I do have another fanfic posted but so far its just the prologue and I will have another fanfic coming out this week!

I love you all

please be understanding

//

It was two years since Jimin’s mother died. Today was the anniversary. Calling it an anniversary might be a bit morbid but Jimin was sure there was no other word for the day someone you loved died that rolled around every year.

He could still remember the funeral. The feeling of the ocean breeze on a cold winter day blowing through his beach blonde hair. A metal container holding what was once his mother was like ice in his hands.

The Ocean looked beautiful that day. He hoped his mother would enjoy the water, she loved the beach.

“You ready Jimin?”

Jungkook asked, putting his hand on Jimin’s shoulder giving a light squeeze.

“Yea..” he whispered. “Im ready..”

Jimin stepped closer to the edge of the doc, holding the container out.

“I know we didn't have the best relationship eomma.. but I love you. You were a hard worker, you saved so many lives and Im s-so proud to call you my mother.”

Maybe he should have had a real funeral for her. She had a lot of friends, co-workers. Maybe they would have wanted a chance to say goodbye too. But it was Jimin by her side while she was in a coma, none of them. Selfish could be the term others used for this moment in time but Jimin did not care.

He wanted to do this on his own with just Jungkook by his side.

At first Jimin could not eat or sleep. He refused to talk to anyone except Jungkook, and he hardly spoke to Jungkook at all unless Jungkook was trying to  feed him or bathe him.

Jimin had become a ghost or some kind of doll that the brunette had to wash, change, and feed.

“Baby you have to eat..”

“No…”

Jungkook let out an exhausted sigh, dropping the spoon onto the plate of pasta he made for Jimin. The younger still wouldnt eat a thing and it lasted 4 days almost 5 days. He’d have a couple bites here and there but not a full meal.

He’ll drink water, He’ll drink juice. But he won’t eat.

A few hours after they came to Jungkooks apartment after pulling the plug, the hospital called. Jisoo had passed and Jungkook was the one to receive the news. Ringing came through Jimin’s phone but Jungkook since the blonde was so exhausted and he wanted to let Jimin sleep.  

They recieved her ashes, had her funeral and since then Jimin was a wreck who could not and did not want to take care of himself.

“What can I do to make you Jimin?”

Leaning back against his chair he sighed out in defeat.

“Bring her back..” Jimin blankly said.

What really surprised Jimin was when Yoongi decided to visit Jungkook’s apartment two weeks after Jimin’s mom passed away. He had not told his friends anything. Not about the death, not about him getting back together with Jungkook. Nothing.

But his friends weren’t as stupid as Jimin thought.They knew that if he was not at the dance studio, not coming home to his apartment with Taehyung then he must have been with Jungkook. Where else would he go at a time like this.

Hoseok had Jungkook’s phone number of course, he needed it to text Jungkook about filming in the studio. But they all knew Jimin would refuse to talk to them, especially over the phone. Taehyung begged Jungkook to let one of them come see Jimin, eventually he agreed.

But Jungkook didn’t think it would be Yoongi. He was just as surprised as Jimin was.

“W-what are you doing here?” Jimin whispered in shock, hiding more behind the door. He had not seen or heard from Yoongi since they broke up. Now he was standing at Jungkook’s door, ironically enough.

“I heard about your mom..”

“It takes my mom to die for you to wanna talk to me?” Maybe he shouldn’t have said that as roughly as he did, Yoongi flinching at the tone of his voice.. but he couldn’t help it.

Everything was going so wrong in his life at the time and only then did Yoongi think it was appropriate to man up and see Jimin.

“I’m sorry.. I just.. come here,” Yoongi stepped in, pulling Jimin away from the door and into a hug. He could physically feel the blondr stiffening in his arms.

Jimin thought he would cry. He felt it building up but he just couldn’t. He was tired of crying, tired of bad things happening and tired of people feeling bad for him.

Yoongi’s touch that was once a home to him, once so familiar began to feel so foreign. For a second Jimin could smell Taehyung’s favorite body mist on Yoongi. It was an unmistakable smell, a body mist that Taehyung always bought. One that Jimin knew Yoongi didn’t own. He suddenly began to feel even more like a stranger, pulling away from Yoongi.

“We miss you ya know? All of us we.. we were so worried.”

“Dont be,” the younger mumbled, wrapping his arms around his own own body for comfort which Yoongi could not provide him.

“Im fine. Jungkook’s with me.”

Yoongi pursed his lips, something flashing in his eyes that Jimin could not quite distinguish and did not care enough to. “Right. Well, we miss you a lot. And we cant force you to talk to us. You need time to grieve we understand. But we’re still your friends, though I have not been much of a friend lately. I-I was selfish.. in how I acted when we were together and Im sorry. But not knowing about whats going on with you scares Tae, Hoseok and I. We’re still your friends right?”

“Of course you guys are my friends. Best friends I.. I just need time. Thank you hyung. For coming to talk to me I appreciate it. Also.. Take care of Taehyung okay?”

The corner of Yoongi’s lip twitched a little at the sound of Taehyungs name.

“I will. You take care of yourself too.”

Two years. Sometimes Jimin could not even believe it had been that long since he lost his mother.

//

“I think thats the last box!” Jimin giggled placing the box on the ground next to the others. He straightened his back, twisting a bit with a grunt. The whole was full of bringing boxes back and forth from the moving truck upstairs to the apartment.

“Lets unpack tomorrow, im exhausted,” Jungkook grinned, putting his hand on the small of Jimins back and pulling the yoinger in close so their chests were now making contact.

“I agree. Im too tired. But we have to unpack before Wednesday!”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to the left in confusion.

“Whats wednesday?”

“Taehyung told you he wanted us to throw a house warming get together! Just us, Tae, Hoseok, Yoongi, Seokjin and Namjoon! I cant believe you already forgot Kookie,  you’re getting old,” he scrunched his nose cutely, trying not to giggle at the overly dramatic gasp that left his fiances mouth.

“How dare you call me old who am I to you!? Jin hyung!?”

“Im kidding!” He layed his head on Jungkook’s shoulder, the older male dragging his fingers through Jimins now blue hair.

He was happy. They both were happy. Life was unfair to the two of them but finally they were gonna start a life together as husbands. Something Jimins always wanted.

He knew from the moment he layed eyes on Jungkook, even if he hated him at first, he had a gut feeling that something was special about Jungkook and he was right.

Jungkook was special to him.

When the brunette proposed Jimin almost fainted. He couldnt even believe it was happening.

He remembers how his fingers trembled as he slid the band onto his ring fingers, breath shaky and heart practically beating out of his chest.

With no hesitation he said yes to Jungkook because he knew this was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. There was no one else for him.

“I cant believe we’re getting married,” Jungkook mumbled.

“Me either.. Kook I just wanted to thank you. Youre the love of my life. When I was 16 I never thought we’d end up here, getting married in one month, living in an apartment together. I always thought we’d be running around in secret. That I’d be hiding my relationship with my mothers boyfriend for the rest of my life but.. here we are. We found our way back together and I could not have done any of this without you. I could not be me with out you. So thank you..”

He looked up at Jungkook with glossy eyes.

“Baby you dont need to thank me. You’re the one for me Ill always be there for you. To love you sd protect you, to be your friend, your husband, your home. Im in love with you…”

“Im in love with you too Kookie.. so madly in love with you.”