𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. | jikook

08. | dark room

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, DARK THEMES, AND REFERENCES TO SEXUAL CONTENT

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Sunlight streaks through the open window, illuminating the happy morning of Friday. It awakens the pair cuddled up beside each other, so connected that their limbs are tangled and Jungkook almost mistakes Jimin's smaller hand for his own.

Neither of the two want to be up so early on a Friday morning, but Jungkook has a painful photography session with Taehyung today. He debated all night backing out and continuing photographing Jimin, even considered moving out of the male dorm-room building for a few days to purposely avoid Taehyung.

Shifting uncomfortably in his bed, Jungkook carefully pries his limbs away from the clingy model, pushing himself away from the pure bliss of being with Jimin and the warmth of his bed. Instead, Jungkook quickly begins changing, throwing on any clothes scattered on the floor to prepare himself for the awaiting session.

By the time he's finished changing, Jimin slowly comes to himself, cheeks puffy and eyes shining with innocence. He makes no attempt to leave the bed, simply wanting to drown in Jungkook's toned arms underneath the comfortable sheets.

The events of yesterday hit him like a tidal wave. The overwhelming feeling of Jungkook pushing inside of him, claiming the model as his own with his lips, hands, stare and body. Jungkook dominated Jimin in whichever way he pleased, and Jimin is having a hard time thinking of anything other than the photographer inside of him again.

"You're zoning out again."

The soft voice quickly snaps him out of his trance, starry eyes dragging over the clothed form of the boy stood beside the bed. Jungkook looks beyond pretty in the morning, so Jimin brings himself to his knees and wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck, bringing him as close as they can possibly manage.

"Do I have to go?" Jimin pleads, plump bottom lip jutting out in request. "M-Maybe I can stay and watch you photograph Tae-"

Jungkook's eyes fling open at the idea, not even giving it a second thought because it's ludicrous.

"You'd just distract me," Jungkook smiles in comfort, lying straight through his teeth. "I'm sure you can be on your own for the day."

The mention of Taehyung being photographed for a whole day makes bile rise in the back of Jimin's throat, suddenly overcome with jealousy. There's no reason for Taehyung to be photographed for that long.

"The whole day? That's ridiculous." The roll of Jimin's eyes is less than subtle, showing his clear distaste towards his friend.

It's remarkable how much Jungkook has changed him, mentally and physically, shaped him into a model who mainly focuses on their photographer. It's exactly what Jungkook wanted.

The model's clear jealousy is enough to pull a lighthearted chuckle from Jungkook, strong arms wrapped around his waist. He would love to photograph Jimin in the way he photographs Taehyung, but the naive model simply isn't ready for that lens of work.

"I photograph Taehyung different to you. He has his own style."

Although the words are meant to comfort Jimin, they just hurt him even more. Doubts run through his mind, debating whether he photographs better or worse than his friend, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to be better for Jungkook – to be what Taehyung clearly is to him.

While Taehyung may photograph in one way, Jimin has more control over Jungkook. He knows the right way to get the boy needy and desperate, unable to think of anything other than fucking and claiming the model.