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10 : Pieces of symmetric wonder

Jungkook sat on the couch, watching Jimin's infamous thriller and mystery where the actor played a sexy detective. His bows and winks in the movie brought him the title of "it boy" in the industry. Although it was almost a decade prior, everyone remembered it to this day. It was one of the most rewatched movies. Jimin fluttered young hearts so cruelly, swooping the whole youth nation at one time. 

Jungkook spoke dialogues along with Jimin on the screen. "It's the pain imbibed deep within hearts, Junho. You have to learn from the mistakes."

The famous detective had been played by many ambitious actors. But Jimin's was the most iconic version. Jungkook wondered if the actor related to the character personally. He remembered reading his interviews in the magazines. Jimin had said that there was one similarity between the two. They both had many filters. It was a funny quip, sure. But no one really read between the lines. Jungkook was now understanding Jimin better, knowing that perhaps he never lied in his life on cameras, meaning every word he said. 

He sighed like a helpless girl when he looked at the man wearing a beret throughout all those action scenes, never letting it fall. His costume designers always did a great job for over a decade. His phone suddenly buzzed, making him slightly groan as he got disturbed, but when he gazed at the screen, he laughed. The job didn't feel like a job anymore. Albeit Jimin still treated him harshly at times, he came to understand that there wasn't ill will behind it, the actor was just like that."Yes, Jimin?" 

"It's the housemaid," the woman answered, causing Jungkook to really focus on her voice because he suddenly had the sense that something was not right."Mr. Kim is here and I am told to wake Jimin up. I am not allowed to. Can you please come home?"

"Which Kim is this?" He asked, picking the remote to shut off the TV and running towards the door, collecting his keys and wallet from the cabinet. 

"Kim Namjoon."

**

The 22-year-old walked into the actor's room and his breath was knocked off his lungs like a running train derailing. Even if he had only been here for a month, nothing made him ready to brace himself from seeing the glory that Jimin was in his naked form. The plateau as that of the mountain was ascended on the mattress — smooth, toned, muscled, and most of all, magnetizing. Jungkook couldn't look away from the man's ass. 

"Jimin?" He called and the actor groaned, waving his one hand dismissively to shush his assistant away. His buttock flexed as he turned to the other side.

Jungkook gulped, biting his lips while still marveling at the two pieces of symmetric wonder. "Kim Namjoon is here, Jimin."

The man turned so suddenly, causing Jungkook to gasp when he spotted his morning wood. Jimin, on the other hand, got off the bed and walked in front of Jungkook, ignoring that he had turned his head around, and put on the show for free. He sometimes did it on purpose, testing Jungkook's patience, or perhaps to give him pain. 

Tying a geometric pattern, a vibrant colored robe around his satiny skin, he waltzed and stood in front of Jungkook, holding his waist. The poor younger looked at the actor's face. "I am going to take a long shower now. Go clean the termite from the house. Hm?"

"But Jimin..."

The man's brows raised in a stern warning.

Jungkook inhaled. "Fine!"

The actor swaggered away, slowly doing the steps from his choreography while humming a melody. Jungkook couldn't believe Jimin, but no filter of the actor surprised him anymore. He had it in his mind to keep the buffer and scope for many more. He hopped downstairs, smiling a little at the scene that made his Sunday morning.