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Violence is not the answer.
Violence is never the answer, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and right now, Jungkook’s body was practically towering over the poor boy beneath him, mentally prepared to attack at any given moment.
With a groan, and a huff of breath from the other, Jungkook readied himself for any resistance the other would put up; confused when he only dropped limply onto the ground, turned onto his side, and curled up into himself, shutting his eyes. There was a moment where Jungkook just froze, each hand still on both sides of the victim. His eyes which were glinted red just a second ago, had lost their fury, and were now gazing blankly down at the person under him.
“... What are you doing?” he questioned.
“Playing dead,” came the answer.
“Why?” The other squinted one eye to look at him before replying.
“Because you’re scaring me, and I don’t want to get killed.”
“Stop joking around, hyung!” he complains, and the elder chuckles, turning his body over to lie on his back, hands reaching out to pull Jungkook down with him.
“Look, Kookie, it’s going to be fine. Stop worrying too much.” Jimin reassures. He tugs lightly at Jungkook’s neck to press their lips together, the younger protesting for a moment before reluctantly giving in to the kiss.
“But I don’t even know him! Apart from what he looks like.” Jungkook pulls away and wipes his mouth onto the back of his hand, sitting up. “What if he doesn’t like me? Or what if the things I make don’t suit his tastes? What if he— “
“Jungkook, he’s a friend, not your master or owner, so stop worrying! You don’t have to cook for him either, leave him to do it himself.” Jimin places his hands behind his head for support, looking up at the other, who’s now perched on his lower abdomen. “The worst thing that could probably happen, is that you wake him up in the middle of his slumber, and he opens his eyes. That’s when you know you gotta run as far as you can, and barricade yourself until he calms down.”
“Jimin!” Jungkook whines.
“I’m only joking,” the elder laughs amusedly. “But seriously, tread lightly when he’s sleeping.” He says grimly, avoiding the other’s shocked look.
Jungkook is now holding onto Jimin’s shirt for dear life. His expression genuinely frightened like a child’s, “Don’t do this, hyung. Please don’t leave me here alone.” He pleads, and Jimin smiles at how adorable Jungkook was being for a moment, before untangling one of his hands to reach out, and stroke Jungkook’s hair affectionately. His voice softened as he spoke. “Four weeks, Jungkook. I’ll be back in four weeks. You’ll have Yoongi-hyung to look after you, so don’t worry, it’ll be fine. He’s a super nice person once you get to know him, plus, it’d be a nice chance for you to make a friend.”
“But he’s like, four years older than me!” Jungkook exclaimed, completely ignoring the fact that Jimin had implied that he was friendless, which … wasn’t actually a lie. He just wasn’t very talkative and open to people that he’d never met unless they made the first move; like Jimin, who had persistently stuck to him since day they met, no matter how many times Jungkook avoided him (mostly out of bashfulness).
“And I’m not older than you?”
“You … you’re Jiminie.”
“Yah! What’s that supposed to mean, you brat!” Jimin shouted, earning a giggle from boy on top of him.
“Hyung, you could just cancel all of this. I’ll be fine on my own you know, it’ll only be four weeks.” Jungkook cringed internally in his last attempts avoiding meeting the scary-sounding hyung. He knew all too well that it was going to be a long month without Jimin by his side. Jungkook was going to miss his smile that would brighten up his morning and day, his gentle and ever so caring touch on the younger’s skin, and his warm embrace every night that would last all the way until dawn. He didn’t know what he did to deserve someone like Jimin, but Jimin was everything to him, and he was really going to miss him.
Seeing the younger lost in an intangible downcast gaze, Jimin frowned.
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“Yeah, I’m not leaving a minor all alone for twenty-eight days in my apartment, not knowing what he’ll do.”
Jungkook pouted hearing this, as Jimin sat up and wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just can’t stand the thought of you being all on your own, especially coming home from practice at night. It worries me,” he sighed. “Yoongi-hyung needs a place to stay for a while, to focus on his mixtape.” Jimin pulls a face, “He rooms with Hoseok-hyung and Taehyung, so it can get a little noisy over there.”
“He knows Taehyung-hyung?” Jungkook perks up, and Jimin smiles at how pure the maknae was.
“Yup, the one we met at the university open day. Looks like the two of you got close without me knowing, huh?”
“Just a little bit,” Jungkook admitted with a grin. “I still love you more though, Jiminie-hyung.”
“I know you do Jungkook, and me too.” Jimin ruffles his hair endearingly. “Now get off me, so I can leave today with my legs still intact.”
“Oh, sorry!”
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A few hours had passed since Jungkook saw Jimin off to his car with a kiss, and a ‘have a safe trip’, and he was already feeling lonely. Jimin was going to be travelling to America as a part of his university program as a dance major, to learn more about various styles of dance from some of the very best choreographers in the world. As much as Jungkook was happy for his hyung and how excited he was, he also foresaw the colourless days without him that he would dread.
He sat back on the living room couch in an uncomfortable silence for a while, before straightening up and reaching out for the TV remote, deciding to put on at least something in the background to kill the uneasiness in the air. As the black screen flickered on to a channel, something about a currently hot female soloist comeback, he let his mind wonder off into space.
Jungkook did not know how long he sat there for lost in time, until there was a knock on the door startling him as the TV remote that was surprisingly still in his hands flew across the room. The bubbling feeling of anxiety rose back up to his chest as he got up to answer to who he had been anticipating for a while now. Calm down Jungkook he thinks approaching the door having second thoughts about letting Jimin leave him unscathed. His hand grasped tightly around the door knob, twisting it and giving a small tug.
In front of him revealed the man with jet black hair holding a suitcase handle. He wore a trendy black woolen jumper, with the same colour ripped jeans and glasses. The man was shorter than Jungkook, and if he had to blindly guess, he was probably even shorter than Jimin by at least two centimeters. His height however did not make Jungkook feel any less intimidated as he cowered behind the door using it as a shield against any harm.
“Jeon Jungkook?” The man spoke up making him flinch slightly at the sudden noise.
“Y-yes?” Came the high-pitched reply followed by a flush of embarrassment.
The elder let go of his suitcase for a moment, bringing his hand up to rest it on his neck, chuckling. Jungkook was taken aback. Was he smiling? Or was he laughing at him … Oh god what if he had already messed up and it was only the start of everything and—
“Relax, kid.” The low voice rumbled once again, this time with a soft smile.
“I take it I’m at the right place then.” He spoke, and Jungkook just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear.
“Yeah ... P-Park Jimin's place.” He muttered quietly, biting his lip the way he did when he was nervous.
It was a long and awkward pause of Jungkook just standing there behind the half open door, fiddling with the hem of his white T-shirt, before the elder decided to speak up.
“Now as much as I’d like to stand here and have a chat, I’d rather come in and unpack first. Is that all right with you?”
“Ah! Yes, sorry! Absolutely!” He stepped back and rapidly pulled the door open all of the way at the speed that could give any person a permanent concussion, if they were so unlucky to be standing there behind the door. Yoongi drew out a long heavy breath as he dragged his large suitcase inside.
This kid was going to take much, much more effort than Jimin did.