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The dorm was rather quiet these days. They had just finished up their comeback, and some of the members had gone home to visit their families and friends, while others worked on their songs all night.
The only sound that could be heard came from the television in one of the rooms, which was occupied by two people sitting lazily on a bed.
They were resting beside each other with the covers across their lower bodies. With the curtains drawn together, Jimin’s room was rather dark, where only a bedside lamp was illuminating the walls.
Being known as all-nighter buddies, Jungkook watched the screen turn into black as the credits rolled after watching Notebook with the tiny Hyung in his life. He had lost count of how many times he had seen the movie, but it didn’t matter because it was Jimin’s favorite movie, so who was he to decline any of his wishes?
Jungkook took a small look out of the corner of his eye where various accessories and décor were neatly placed by the bedside table. A small smile tucked on his lips, seeing the merch from Nightmare Before Christmas. A warm memory filled his mind, remembering their Tokyo trip to Disneyland back in 2017 and the time where Jimin had brought back some merch all the way from Paris for his birthday. Something he didn’t have to do, but still did.
His thoughts trailed off, as his eyes moved toward the man slumped comfortably beside him. One of his legs was thrown over his own, making their positions seem awfully domestic to him. Jungkook ran a hand through his messy hair as he sighed, feeling the familiar butterflies at the pit of his stomach. That’s the kind of feeling he had for a very long time, but he kept it at bay, not trusting himself or his mind for saying or being too obvious in front of the only person he had ever started to develop feelings for.
Not again, Jeon.
Truth be told, Jungkook didn’t know what those were. It was foreign to him and something he was never exposed to in terms of being brought up in the kind of society he was in.
One thing he knew was how happy he felt deep down within himself whenever his eyes saw Jimin. It was like he had done something good in his life making him be this close to him. He couldn’t stop staring at him either at times, but it really wasn’t his fault that the man was too damn beautiful or had a heart of gold.
What he felt was equal to love. That’s what effect of a single smile from Jimin had on him. Before he could think further, his thoughts were cut short when he picked up a soft sound beside him.
Jimin stretched out his arms as he yawned, closing his eyes. The younger reached toward the bedside table for his phone, seeing that it was a little past 1 am. Tucking it away into his pocket, Jungkook knew it was his cue to get up from the bed as he began to clean up the crumbs.
“I’ll take the trash out and place the rest of the snacks in the kitchen.” Jungkook spoke.
“You can just sleep here tonight? Hoseok Hyung isn’t here until Sunday.” He looked over his shoulder with a slight pout.
Jungkook tried not to stare at his plump lips, but it was hard considering he looked so cute, clad in his blue pajamas and bare face. When didn’t he look cute? And handsome and graceful? And did he say cute? He looked relaxed, having a lazy day inside the apartment, something they rarely had the opportunity to do.
Truth be told, Jungkook could easily spend more time with Jimin under the covers and dimmed lights. The thought alone sent shivers down his spine and maybe he shouldn’t be thinking those thoughts. Jimin wasn’t even into guys and probably never would be.
Jimin raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response, causing the younger to avoid his gaze as he carried the empty snack bags to throw out. “Uh, I’m good. Goodnight Hyung.”
“Night Kookie.” His soft voice spoke from the bed.
Making his way to his room, Jungkook couldn’t help but take a glance at his empty bed, already missing the warmth of his favorite person.
How come he didn’t just agree? It wasn’t even a big deal, sleeping next to him.
Jungkook sighed at the small bed in the corner which he had bought for himself in order to have enough space for his other things. Clearly, having a projector and big speakers with good sound was far more important than having a decent bed to sleep on.
He hoped that brushing his teeth and splashing some cold water on his tinted cheeks would somehow help his current thoughts. He really couldn’t walk those thoughts again.
Park Jimin was making his life harder than he thought. No pun intended.
A few minutes later, he removed the big pile of clothes from his bed and placed them onto a nearby chair. Once he made himself comfortable enough on the hard surface, he tried to close his eyes in order to fall asleep. He cursed himself for not having his priorities straight.
His mind kept crawling back toward the hidden part of his mind where his untold feelings were safely kept from others. Almost like protecting himself from what others might think, what Jimin might think of him.
Jungkook sighed while thinking why he had declined to sleep in Jimin’s room in the first. Hoseok Hyung wasn’t home, so the bed was clearly empty, and he could easily sleep there instead, but he really couldn’t trust himself now. It had been bad enough to snuggle next to him throughout the evening and thinking he really was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
Having been tossing for the 100th time in the last hour, Jungkook decided to try his luck.
Tiptoeing quietly into the room next to him, he knocked softly on the door. “Jimin Hyung?”
Jungkook took a deep breath convincing himself that he was only back because of wanting a decent sleep, that’s all. It had nothing to do with the man behind the door.
He walked inside the bedroom and was met with the calm sound of breathing and darkness.
Jimin was curled up into a ball with the cover’s half off him. The younger slipped as gentle he could under the covers beside him. A sigh escaped his lips, feeling how soft the surface felt underneath him and how warmth seemed to spread across his body. Wrapping a hand around Jimin’s waist didn’t go unnoticed as the older began to stir in his sleep despite how careful he seemed to be.
“It’s me.” Jungkook whispered against his neck once he felt Jimin relax against him.
“Kookie..” Jimin turned around only to meet big doe eyes staring back at him. “I told you to just stay. You never listen.”
“I’ll listen next time.” He whispered, sensing how close they were, almost feeling the faint hot breath on his skin. It was like his heartbeat decided to pick up while his brain shut down. Either of these responses didn’t do him well when all Jungkook could do was stare at Jimin, who bit his lip in anticipation.
It didn’t even matter if it was day or night, Park Jimin was a dangerous man who didn’t let go of his seductive gestures or his cuteness.
Jungkook took a moment to move a few strands of hair away from Jimin’s eyes. “How can you still be this beautiful during nighttime?”
Crap, what the hell, Jeon! His eyes grew bigger once he realized that he had spoken actual words out loud. “Uh, I mean… You look good in your pajamas.”
Jimin blushed while a giggle escaped his lips. “What are you saying? Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine Hyung. Just tired, that’s all.” Jungkook furrowed his brows by how much he cringed of his own words.
Jimin didn’t bother to wipe the small, shy smile from his face. He reached forward and began poking the younger’s cheek with his finger. “I’m tired too.”
Jungkook got a hold of his hand and tucked it under the covers. His tiny hand fitted perfectly against his own. “Then go to sleep, Hyung.”
“I was until you came in here. Cuddle me.”
“You’re awfully demanding all of sudden.” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle lazily.
Jimin widened his eyes. “What do you mean? You came into my room.”
Yes, Jungkook was the one who came into his room and even so, why did he? Maybe no matter how much he had tried to suppress it, the thought of feeling warmth and comfort in Jimin’s warmth was far more appealing than to decline his own thoughts. Did Jimin think it was weird? Should he go back to his room and come up with some idiotic response of an excuse?
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, noticing how Jungkook kept chewing on his lower lip in silence.
Jimin slipped his hand at the back of his neck, playing with the soft strands of his hair.
Jungkook swallowed, feeling unable to move at all. Did Jimin have any idea how much he affected him? Jungkook felt his hand move down toward his chest to rub small circles, causing Jungkook to close his eyes in pleasure.
“Why are you hard?”
“What?” Jungkook opened his eyes as panic seeped through his body. He coughed lightly trying to avoid choking on his own spit. “What do you mean?”
“This.” Jimin began poking into his solid chest. “Your chest is so big now and if you ask me, you don’t even need to work out at least for a while.”
Jungkook felt his thankful of the fact that his heartbeat decided to calm down, a sign of showing his poor soul some mercy.
“Why? You don’t like it?” This conversation was getting way too personal, Jungkook thought at the back of his mind.
“I like how you work out.” Jimin shared with a glint in his eyes. “Just don’t overwork yourself.”
“I won’t.”
“How come you’re still so tense, Kookie? Relax for me.”
Jimin’s touch wasn’t foreign to him as he had been witnessing plenty of incidents where they had brushed against each other during performing and rehearsals. But right at this moment while lying face-to-face in a dimmed room sure had another meaning to it. They had been so used to spending their free time together and be glued to each other all the time, so what had changed now?
“It’s because of you, Hyung. You make me tense.”
“What?” Jimin stared at him in shock, trying to read his expression the best he could in the dark. “Jungkook, am I making you uncomfortable right now?”
Jimin began to pull back, but Jungkook wasn’t having any of it.
“No, wait.. That’s not what I meant.” His cheeks began to burn slightly. “If that was the case then I wouldn’t come here in the middle of the night.”
Jimin watched with hopeful eyes, and a hint of something else too which Jungkook found difficult to pinpoint.
He proceeded to take a deep breath in order not to make a fool out of himself. He thought about what he was about to say, hoping he won’t lose both Jimin’s affection and friendship. Or maybe it would cause things to be awkward between them both and even in the band among each other?
He mentally shook his head and licked his lips, staring back at Jimin.
“I like being with you… like this.” He slipped a hand around his waist, bringing the other male closer toward himself.
“Jungkook..” Jimin spoke having lost the ability to speak at all.
“Is this fine?”
Jimin wondered if Jungkook could hear the thundering of his heart. Maybe it was more than just okay.
Jimin leaned into the warmth and wrapped a hand around the loose material of Jungkook’s shirt, his head resting underneath Jungkook’s chin.
“Don’t leave me in the middle of the night.” Jimin muttered.
Glancing down at the peaceful man, Jungkook eyes softened, thinking about the times Jimin had felt lonely and wanted someone’s company. He would gladly give all his hours and more if it meant to see him smile and hear his squeaking laugh. He swallowed lightly, feeling rather brave and nervous at the same time.
“I’ll stay around as long as you want me.”
“So cheesy.” Jimin mumbled feeling drowsy minute by minute.
“I try my best.” He lazily closed his eyes feeling his body relax.
Amidst the silent night a hand traveled underneath the warm covers toward Jimin’s shirt and grazed the smooth skin in a soothing manner. “Goodnight Jimin.”
He didn’t seem to back off or be horrified sensing there weren’t any cameras around to document their reaction. And somewhere among their intimate moment, Jungkook was thankful for that. They could be as candid and raw with each other as they liked without thinking on putting on a façade. This was them.
Jimin hummed in response.
Jungkook didn’t seem to notice or maybe he had, sensing Jimin place a gentle kiss on his chest, as he was tucked closer.
Perhaps it was a hidden arrangement between them or maybe it wasn’t even something they spoke about out loud, but it made them comfortable enough to be this intimate in the middle of lame jokes and comebacks at 3am.