ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ☑

Love

"I'll see you tomorrow." Aki kissed Jimin's cheek and framed his face for a moment with unsaid emotions as they stood by the door.

"You can take the guest room." Jimin's voice was breathy when he offered.

"I'll check into a hotel for tonight," Aki smiled, waving her hand in dismissal while stealing a glance at Jungkook and his flushed face. "It's been long since I've pampered myself anyway."

"I'll call tomorrow." Jimin nodded, blush decorating his cheeks.

Averting her gaze to joined palms of the two, Aki walked away while swaying her hips gracefully. The moment she disappeared down the stairs, Jimin stepped in, dragging Jungkook inside the house, and shut the door. "Jungkook," his eyes swung away as he called softly.

"Later," Jungkook gulped, his voice soft and low. "Talk later."

Crossing with understanding, his eyes drooped. Drunk on Jungkook's look, Jimin held his palm and started striding towards the bedroom, soon realizing that the bed wasn't made. Jimin cursed softly. "Give me one minute, Jungkook." He didn't wait and rushed to get the fresh sheets from his cupboard.

Jungkook watched as Jimin's hands shook as he hastily cleaned up the place, so he helped by tucking the corners of the sheet under the mattress and sat down. His nerves now playing harsh games with him, and all courage started leaving him.

Jimin turned on the dim lights and switched off the harsh ones, hastily spraying a mist on the bed before laughing to himself. "Just one more minute, okay?"

Jungkook nodded his head with a smile. When Jimin was satisfied with his work, he locked the door and turned on the AC at last.

Lavender wafted in the air, swirling around Jungkook's senses. The distance from the door to bed was negligible, but Jimin walked slowly and drew out the moments, wanting Jungkook to put a stop, but the 20-year-old only looked up at him, his eyes hazy, but determined.

Jimin crouched down slowly and grabbed Jungkook's ankle. The younger breathed in sharply and saw Jimin undoing his sneakers, his hand found the older's rigid shoulder. "I can take them off."

Craning his neck around where Jungkook's palm was, Jimin placed an innocent kiss on his fingers, only grazing his skin before clearing his throat. "Please let me."

Jungkook gulped again, his hand pulled away as he twisted his fingers together.

Working on both shoes, Jimin later sat beside Jungkook. "We should talk." He tucked Jungkook's hair strands behind his ear, assuming that he was there because he must have been drunk.

Jimin's head dipped down again, the words coming at him with full force. You tried to rape me.

"I know that my words have affected you in a way that I can only imagine," Jungkook's voice was sober as he framed Jimin's face and made him look at him. "I remembered our kiss that night. I wanted you. I asked you for it, but you turned me down."

"But it was also me who would have..." Jimin's throat struggled with words, his jaws tightened as he spluttered out sobbing like a child.

Jungkook pulled him in a hug, his hand running on the man's back and his chin wobbling, his own tears astray. "I only know one Jimin. The man who took care of my little needs, the man who helped me and made me want to see myself in a different light, the man who is so beautiful that he makes my heart race, the man who is strong and capable, and not a bully."

"Jungkook," Jimin's grip tightened on the younger's back and he pressed him in his own chest, his spine tingling at the contact. "I can't tell you how much I respect you and need you."