Masked Love

CHAPTER 9

JIMIN AND JUNGKOOK'S CONDO

The next morning Jimin got up and hauled his sore body out of bed. He sighed and went to the kitchen after getting ready. The ointment had helped but the wrap had come lose during the night. He had already let Mingi know he was taking the next couple of days off so he hoped he would catch Jungkook before he left for the day.

He stopped. In the living room Jungkook was sitting cross legged on the floor with his computer all set up on the coffee table his assistant was making coffee and had his computer on the kitchen island.

Jungkook: 'Morning, Jimin. How are you feeling?'

Jimin: 'Like shit. Why are you still here and what is all this?'

Jungkook: 'I figured you would be staying home so I am working from home to help you.'

Jimin: 'I am perfectly fine without your help. Any more of your help and I will be dead.'

Jimin emphasized the word help as he walked to the kitchen, nodding to the assistant who nodded back. The doorbell rang and the assistant hopped off the stool to go answer it. Mingi walked past him, staring at the stranger like he might stab him in the back.

Mingi: 'I am here, Sir.'

Jimin: 'Great. I need the wrap fixed.'

Mingi: 'Okay, Sir.'

Jungkook: 'I can help with that!'

Jimin: 'No, you work...we can handle this.'

The two of them went to Jimin's room and Jungkook sat back down with a dejected look. Jungkook sighed.

Assistant: 'There is a meeting in 20 minutes. Did you want me to set up the remote session at the dining table?'

Jungkook nodded. He was looking in the direction of the bedrooms. It was bothering him the Jimin was in there with Mingi. They came out and Mingi set up the breakfast then left. Jimin was eating and watching a show while Jungkook worked. By afternoon, Jimin was completely bored out of his mind and was happy when Jungkook's assistant left to go handle the rest of the work back at the office.

Jimin had fallen to sleep on the sofa and Jungkook looked at him worried. He knew the sofa was uncomfortable, so decided to take the chance and move him upstairs. He leaned over and scooped Jimin up, taking care to not touch any bruises. Jimin slid his arms around Jungkook's neck and nuzzled his face into Jungkook's neck.

Jimin (mumbling): 'Kook.'

Jungkook: 'I am here. Sorry if I am touching any sore spots. I am taking you to bed because I know its soft, okay.'

Jimin: 'Mmmm.'

Jungkook: 'I will take that as a yes.'

He carried Jimin carefully upstairs and placed him down slowly on the bed, arranging him neatly. Jimin reached out and Jungkook went down on his knees to allow Jimin to hug him. Jimin slid a hand around Jungkook's neck and the other fell down his bicep. Jungkook grinned. He was so cute when he slept, his lips so pouty. Jungkook reached over and grabbed a pillow for Jimin to cuddle.

Jimin didn't take it, just pulled at Jungkook. Jungkook kicked off his slippers and slipped in beside Jimin, allowing Jimin to cuddle against his side. Jungkook placed a hand on Jimin's back, slowly and softly rubbing it. He knew Jimin was insanely angry with him, but in his sleep he was asking for him. It made Jungkook's chest constrain.

Mafia or not, Jimin was already a special guy to him. He looked forward to seeing him at night, he thought of him during the days. Hell, even when he was drunk and kissing that girl he had told her that his roommate had better lips. She had been really pissed but they had continued anyway. The guilt, just thinking of her, ate at him.