ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ɴɪᴄᴏᴛɪɴᴇ ☑

Loving Nicotine

Two days to eight months.

This was what Jimin believed must take to fall in love.

But...

Two seconds.

Two seconds was what it took to fall in love. 

It wasn't the kind of love that adults felt.

It was a kind of love where he couldn't sleep without infant Jungkook by his side. It was a kind of love where he couldn't eat without feeding toddler Jungkook before him. It was a kind of love where he abandoned his school friends to play with Jungkook on the school ground. It was a kind of love where he didn't do his homework without helping the little boy first. It was a kind of love where Jimin got jealous when Jungkook made his first friend. It was a kind of love where Jimin couldn't stand sharing Jungkook. It was a kind of love where he finally realized that things weren't the same and would never be the same anymore. He was fallen in love with Jungkook irrevocably, the adult love, the addictive love — it was nicotine.

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Jungkook

I could see Jimin Hyung from my peripheral vision, his eyes stuck on me as a hook at the worm. He looked as though he would kick Bambam to the floor and drag him across the school. I put an instigative arm around Bambam's shoulder, crinkling my eyes and laughing at him. 

I saw Hyung get up from the school assembly stage. In ten — I played with my hair, nine — I nodded along, eight — I clapped my hands together, seven — I stretched my neck, six — I stretched my arms, five — I cracked my fingers, four — I wrung my hands. Hyung was close, three — I felt bad for Bambam, two — I held my breath, and one — my eyes widened when he grabbed my wrist and began to drag me. 

"What the hell, Hyung? Slow down!" I protested, but he kept dragging me. A few students were around, walking past us, enjoying the free show like it was the only pleasant thing happening around them.

"Hyung, please."

He turned around and graced me with a furious look, making me want to squirm back into my skeleton. I immediately was sullen. I knew Hyung loved me — because why else would I get to experience luxury when I was the son of someone who worked for Hyung's parents, but he terrified me sometimes.

He continued to drag me until we were in the toilet. "Out, now." He showed a few boys outside and closed the door behind him, looking at his tight grip on me — which I was sure would have left fingerprints — as he cornered me against the door.

His breath was shaky and it fell on my face. "What did I tell you, Jungkook?" He asked, his voice soft as opposed to fire in his eyes. I never knew how he remained so calm around me. I always thought he would burst one of these days, but he never did.

"We were just talking."

"You were talking to Bambam." He prodded on, leaning a little bit more, making me look down at his chest and gulp. 

"Yes." My voice came out very small. 

"The same boy who said you only scored well on your exams because I was bribing the teachers."

"He's stupid. He would say anything and forget about it the next day." I tried to make an excuse.

He never liked anyone who had anything to say against me. This wasn't supposed to happen. Hyung was supposed to pick a fight with him, not corner me. His grip loosened and he gripped my face with authority, his fingers tickling my hair. "If I see you around Bambam or any of his friends, Jungkook, I won't talk to you."