Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Abs Like Hyung

When Jungkook was only 15, he developed one set goal.  He was young, but he was determined.  He'd never been more sure about anything in his whole life.  Not about leaving Busan to move to Seoul.  Not about enjoying singing and wanting to audition to become an idol.  Not even about joining Bangtan Sonyeondan and his mind-blowingly amazing Namjoon-hyung.

But this...this was a guarantee.  Jungkook would do this if he did nothing else with his young life.

He would have abs like his favorite hyung...Park Jimin.

His Jiminie-hyung was the easiest to talk to.  He'd taken him in and clearly showed his evident love for him at every given moment.  He protected him always, even when he himself was terrified.  When they thought they were "kidnapped" in America, Jiminie-hyung forced his way to Jungkook's side and stayed by him no matter what.

His hyung was shorter and smaller, but he was feisty and brave and strong...and he had a dynamite set of abs.

Now that Jungkook was twenty years old, he sported his own set of abs and Jimin's had softened up.  His abdomen was still defined and cut, but it wasn't the same sort of definition he'd had when Jungkook set out to be like his hyung.  But Jungkook had those abs now.  Jimin often commented about how he should get his abs back.  But Jungkook didn't want that.  He didn't want it at all.  He thought Jimin was prettier than ever and seemed happier being more himself.

Jimin had been through a lot trying to learn to love himself.  Jungkook never understood how his favorite hyung couldn't see how incredible he was.  And how incredibly gorgeous.

"I'll never get over you complimenting me, Jungkookie.  It still sometimes seems like a dream," he chuckled.

Jungkook frowned.  "And I'll still never understand how you thought I didn't like you at all.  I was teasing you because you were my favorite!"

Jimin leaned closer to Jungkook.  "Am I still your favorite?"

The nearness of such intense beauty always affected Jungkook more than he cared to admit.  It was part of why the younger version of him pushed Jimin away so much.  Jimin made him nervous.  Jimin made him afraid.  You weren't supposed to feel an attraction to your best friend, after all.

"You'll always be my favorite, hyung," Jungkook whispered, hoping his breathlessness went unnoticed by the man in front of him.

"Do you still like my abs even if they're not the same as before?  I still have abs at least."

Jimin lifted his shirt to reveal the rippled, carved flesh beneath.  Jungkook actively worked against himself to avoid staring, drooling, gasping, or worse...reaching out and touching them.

"Yes," Jungkook nodded, burning eyes never leaving Jimin's stomach, "Yes, I like your abs still.  Maybe even more than before."

Jimin lowered his shirt and Jungkook re-inhabited his own body again.  "Even more?  Why is that?  You always said you wanted to have abs like your hyungie.  Do you want smaller abs now?"

Jungkook shook his head.  "No, it's not that.  It's just that this suits you more.  You look so perfect with the abs you have now and you're healthier.  You always scared me when you used to push yourself past your limits just for stupid abs.  You seem much happier now that you're not overworking yourself and love your body more.  You're more you.  It makes you even more beautiful."

Jimin's eyes widened and Jungkook froze, a slight expression of fear on his face.  Did he really just admit out loud that he thinks his bandmate and best friend is beautiful?

"You-you think I'm beautiful?"

Jungkook knew there was no way out, so he decided to own it.  To maybe spin it a little bit so that it seemed like no big deal.  "Yeah, of course, hyung.  You know you're pretty.  Everyone tells you so.  Especially these days, but you've always been pretty to me."