HELIOS// A Jikook AU.

Thirteen: Secret Affairs

 Content Warning: Mentions of HIV, light suggestion of queer culture harassment/homophobia.

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"To realize a world of equality and dignity for all, we will have to change laws and policies; we will also have to change hearts and minds."  - Rick Parnell

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"Jungkook."

"Jungkook, wake up."

Jimin gently shook the younger's shoulders, a slight tremor of guilt flooding his stomach at having to wake the restful figure who had been sleeping so beautifully. They hadn't planned to drift off amid conversation, but it somehow had happened. Jimin himself had only woken half an hour before this point upon the comfortable sofa, his body encased in the warm set of limbs of koala Jungkook.

He'd intended to spend the next hour in peace, watching the young waiter's lips emit soft, delicate breaths amid his deep slumber, but reality had other ideas. His work phone had vibrated intrusively upon the coffee table he'd carelessly slung it onto, indicating that one: he had a VIP booking later that afternoon and two: Yoongi was going to pick him up since Hoseok and Taehyung were having a play date at the dancer's flat after their trip to the hospital.

Knowing his time as Park Jimin was up, the performer had gently detangled himself from the hibernating mammal and reluctantly slumped into the shower, desperately attempting to direct his thoughts towards his upcoming schedule and focused away from the prospect that he was playing an incredibly dangerous game.

Having dressed and returned to the sleeping figure, he was now slowly trying to wake the waiter so he could leave before anyone saw him.

"Jungkook," He murmured again, his lips pulling into a gentle smile as two pairs of eyes slowly fluttered open to look at him, "Jungkook it's nine o'clock." These eyes narrowed in confusion, indicating a mind that was not quite ready to awaken. Then, as Jimin's words finally processed, these eyes widened rapidly.

"-Shit my work shift!" He bolted upright, throwing himself off of the sofa and launching towards his phone, where several polite, yet stern messages from Soobin had been sent across the hour. Hurriedly replying that he was on his way, he stormed towards the front door and haphazardly pulled his shoes on, tripping over the laces in his agitated state. Despite the panicked environment, Jimin could not help but giggle. "Jimin I'll...I'll see you later!" He yelled, giving the older no chance to respond before the door had slammed shut and the sound of the elevator being called rang out across the penthouse.

That reaction wasn't quite what Jimin had expected... had he known the younger had a work shift, he'd have woken him up earlier... "Ah," he sighed, running his hands through his hair and letting a small smile creep onto his face, "I'm in so much trouble..."

"...You are?" The dancer whipped round to face their youngest flatmate, Yeojun, who was clad in sweatpants, a hoodie and wielding a half-eaten croissant in his right hand. In his left, he had two bags and Taehyung's jacket. Jimin assumed his best friend had thrown the belongings he hadn't wanted to bring to the hospital, at the yellow haired actor, knowing The Fox would be immediately heading home.

"Uh...maybe." Jimin replied nervously, watching as Yeojun dumped all of what he was carrying into Taehyung's room before re-emerging and slumping onto the sofa, letting out a large yawn, "Did Tae head to the hospital already?"

"Mhm," Yeojun mumbled his reply, "Hoseok-hyung picked him up...who was that man running from our flat?"

"What?"