Precious Gems | JiKook

二十三

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"Have you ever done this before?"

Jungkook and Jimin sat in the centre of the older male's bed, a small television adjacent to them now turned on and playing reruns of a show neither of them recognized. The lights were dim due to how late it was, the only lights being the warm glow Jimin's bedside lamp cast across the room.

Jungkook held a lighter in his one hand, and the joint in his other, waiting for Jimin to answer before he lit it.

The older male scoffed at the question, shoving Jungkook's shoulder softly and causing the younger male to help when he nearly tumbled off the bed.

"I'm older than you, don't try to treat me like the baby here." Jimin laughed softly, nodding at the lighter as silent confirmation for Jungkook to go on and light it. "I used to smoke, a few years ago, but not often because I needed my brain to be as clear as possible to do what I do. Finally, I just ended up cutting it out completely because it just didn't make sense for my lifestyle."

He watched as Jungkook flicked the lighter a few times, igniting the flame and making new shadows dance against the walls of his bedroom. The brunette placed the joint between his lips once more, bringing the flame to the end of it to light it. Something about him, Jimin just couldn't tear his eyes away from.

His hair was drying, fluffed up and frizzy brunette strands looking so soft to the touch. There was a small purple bruise blooming on the side of his nose now, and there was a cut on his lip. It must not have caused him any pain though, because the younger male inhaled the smoke nonetheless, before breathing it out in a deep exhale into the air.

The smoke cloud swirled in the still air, before rising to the ceiling and slowly dissipating

"It's actually been a little while since I've smoked too." Jungkook finally spoke, observing the tendrils of smoke that left the end of the joint and swirled around his fingertips. He could feel the comfortable warmth associated with his drug of choice already, a small smile on his lips. "Been spending too much time with you, I haven't really had the time or energy to."

"Is that a bad thing?" Jimin asked softly, reaching out when Jungkook extended the joint out to him. Yoongi would smell this, that was obvious, but it was raining outside and right now Jimin couldn't find him caring about anything else other than the boy sitting next to him.

"Probably not." Jungkook shrugged, eyes scanning across Jimin. "It's not like it's good for me." The older male brought the joint to his lips and inhaled. The end of the joint crackled as Jimin took a drag off of it, and it made Jungkook gulp. He made it look so good. How he held the joint so delicately, how he tipped his head back when he exhaled, smoke slipping past his plump lips. The moonlight filtered in through the open window, and it made the silver strands atop Jimin's head glow.

The mere sight of him was intoxicating, and Jungkook was hooked. He just couldn't look away, not that he even wanted to anyway. Jimin was a marvel, a centrepiece in every room that he stood in. Jungkook's fingers twitched from how badly he just wanted to reach out and touch him, but he knew that he couldn't - choosing instead to curl his fingers around the blanket on Jimin's bed.

Jimin sighed softly, welcoming the warmth and tingling that enveloped his body. It was probably due to how long it had been since he had last smoked, but he found his eyelids already feeling heavy and he chuckled softly. It felt nice, relaxation taking hold of his body for the the first time in what felt like forever.

"What were you doing up so late?" Jungkook asked, breaking the silence between them. Jimin passed the joint back to the younger male, and the blush that spread across his face didn't go unnoticed.