✨Jikook Oneshots✨|| Ongoing

Welting Flower

Okay, I caved. This oneshot was almost finished, so I decided to post it. The other ones won't be posted until after my graduation.

Angst with a sad/bad ending

Hanahaki AU! I'm warning you: This one shot is angsty and once again will not end well

Good thing: Bangchan from Stray Kids is an amazing person  (minor Chan/Jimin, but only if you perceive it that way, it's actually just platonic)

!TW! Mentions of rape/ SA (not between jikook)

The Time of spring was apparent as birds twittered and the comfortable scent of dawn penetrated the air. The warm sunlight peeked through the curtains as streaks of light hit his closed eyes, making his eyes twitch at the invasion.

He blinked his eyes open, then ulitmatively stared at a familiar yet unfamiliar nightstand.

He was not in his room.

Panickedly, he shot up and caused the blanket that had been covering him to fall off his shoulders which led to another discovery.

He was topless.

He slowly glanced sideways and was met with a bare (very broad and male) back whose owner was sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed.

He gripped his hair in confusion. How did he end up there? He could not recall anything.

Jimin didn't know whether to leave or to remain in bed in case the other male woke up. He wanted to ask him a few questions.

He decided it would be more advantageous if he actually got dressed instead of facing the other person naked, so he got up and picked out a shirt and sweatpants he was going to borrow from the not-so-unfamiliar man. He collected the clothing he had discarded in his presumed horny haze the previous night and stuffed them into the bag he didn't know he had taken with him.

He had to get back to his dorm.

His only worry seemed to be getting back home. The man had no idea why he was there out of places.

Did they hook up? Considering he felt no pain in his lower back as usual after sex, the hook up part stayed uncertain.

Since he couldn't leave without his questions answered, he decided to make them a simple breakfast. Could be helpful for the hangover.

The oil sizzled as he poured the egg into the pan. He spiced it with some salt and pepper and let it sit for a few minutes before flipping it over.

Since it'd take a while for breakfast to be prepared he spent his time figuring out how he had come here by using his handy companion: the gallery. There's a possibility he had taken pictures during the party or whatever was going on.

Looking through the pictures, there seemed to be nothing from the previous night.

Jimin sighed.

He gave the kitchen a once-over. The structure and furnishing was no different from his dorm, but the pictures on the wall displayed pictures of a group of boys that were dear to him and Jimin had no such pictures hanging in his kitchen.

Jimin did not like leaving the confines of his own dorm room, so why had he willingly come here? Or had he been drunk?
He scratched his head. He seemed to be become more forgetful with each passing day.

"Jimin? Are you making breakfast? I can smell it from here."

The deep raspy voice startled Jimin, almost resulting into him dropping his phone into the hot frying pan.