𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. | jikook

03. | parted lips

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, AND REFERENCES TO HICKEYS AND SEXUAL CONTENT

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By the time 10pm rolls around, Jimin is flooded with giddiness and excitement. He'd spent the previous night pondering and dreaming about how today's photography session will go – wondering whether he can make another move on Jungkook or even encourage Jungkook to perform other forms of photography.

Jimin is never one to shy away from a challenge. Leaving his portfolio in the hands of Jungkook, anything could happen, but he trusts the photographer and he's excited to see how his photos compliment the portfolio.

As he rounds the corner to Jungkook's dorm-room, Jimin is halted in his spot when one of the models in his class, Yoongi, comes stumbling from Jungkook's room. His skin is pale, eyes bloodshot, hands trembling by his sides, and it looks as if he has no clue what the world is and where he's going. He crashes into the side of the wall, almost collapsing if it weren't for Jimin hooking his arms under the boy's shoulders to support him.

Jimin corrects Yoongi on his two feet, allowing the model to rest against his side and regain his balance for a few moments. It puzzles Jimin because he's never seen Yoongi so zoned out. Usually, the intelligent boy is full of life, happy and talkative with everyone on the campus, careful of parties and what people offer him in drinks.

This doesn't look like Yoongi at all, and what confuses him further is why he's coming out of Jungkook's dorm-room in his current state.

"Are you okay?" Jimin carefully asks, but Yoongi is struggling to hear him.

Every sound is overpowered in his head by the painful thrumming against his skull, unsure where he is and what's happened to him.

"Wha-Where am I?" Yoongi looks fearful, eyes going wide as he scans the corridor.

"You just came out of Jungkook's room," Jimin gestures towards the room, hearing music humming from beyond the walls. "What happened to you?"

Yoongi thinks for a moment. He digs every crevice in his brain for an answer to Jimin's question, but he can't remember anything. It's all a big, blurry mess and Yoongi can't make sense of it all.

"I don't remember."

Before Jimin can respond, Jungkook appears from his room, dressed in black jeans and a white shirt, beanie covering his curly hair. The music becomes clearer as the door opens, filling Jimin's ears with the sound of white noise, which is rather unusual.

There's something fearful in Yoongi's bloodshot eyes and something equally as puzzling clouding Jungkook's darker ones. It pains Jimin to see his friend act this way, but there isn't much he can do because Yoongi can hardly remember anything.

"He'll be fine," Jungkook smiles at his favourite model – smiles for the first time since they've met. "Come in. You're already five minutes late."

With that, Jungkook disappears back into his dark room and Jimin's curious eyes follow after him. Questions run through his mind as to why Jungkook is completely ignoring the state Yoongi is in, and why he stumbled out of his room in that state. It's strange and Jimin stores it in the back of his mind for later.

Yoongi is already pulling away from Jimin's grasp before he can say anything, starting to feel like himself again. His vision becomes clearer and the painful ache in his head subsides as he stumbles down the corridor, heading straight for his dorm-room to make sense of what occurred earlier.

Shrugging his shoulders in carelessness, Jimin steps into Jungkook's room and that familiar scent of vanilla fills his nose. While the flood lights illuminate the room, Jimin notices that one of the lights have been tipped over, humming against the floor in agony as it casts a shadow against the dark wall.