The peppering touches on his body started off as just skinship. It didn't mean anything to Jungkook. In fact, he enjoyed the attention coming from his hyung. But things don't always stay the same. Soon touches of friendship turned into flames licking inside of Jungkook's body, each touch turning into another slab of tension for his body to carry when around Jimin. "Hyung," Jungkook breathed out as Jimin settled down against Jungkook's back, hands sneaking down his toned chest. "Let me give you a massage," Jimin whispered kindly, but Jungkook couldn't help but imagine that his tone was more sensual and his lips pressed against his ear. Jungkook nodded, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to distract himself from images with thoughts of the other members doing the same thing. Soft hands trailed up and down his stomach, making small circles with his fingers, Jungkook's skin heating up and his body beginning to crave more. If Jimin could see Jungkook's face right now, it would look extremely erotic. Jungkook's eyes gleamed with a darkening lust and he bit his plump lower lip, his mind becoming hazy and his mind instantly trailed back to Jimin. Jimin pressed down in certain areas and kneaded his chest, trying to give Jungkook the best massage he could possibly give. Images flashed through Jungkook's mind and he choked back a moan when Jimin's finger trailed down from his belly button to the band of his skinny jeans, Jimin's finger playfully pulling back on the waistband and scratching at his lower stomach. "Jungkook," Jimin mouthed near his ear, Jungkook trying to suppress shivers as goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck. Jungkook didn't respond because he knew if he spoke, his voice would sound sultry-like and he didn't want Jimin to know how turned on he was beginning to feel. "Your best friends aren't suppose to make you feel like this, especially a man," Jungkook's mind nagged, but Jungkook ignored the thought, too caught up in the way his body was responding. Jimin continued on,"Your body is so fit," he complimented. "What should we do now? I'm beginning to feel bored and-" Jungkook didn't know why he said it, but all the emotions reeling through his brain was probably too much to even allow him to process what he was going to say. "Do you even know how much trouble you're causing me, Park Jimin?" His voice was dark and husky, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip hungrily as he stared at the wall, refusing to look Jimin in the eyes. Jimin's hand on his chest froze, and Jungkook's heart rapidly beat in his chest with anxiety. Jungkook felt Jimin's body warm and he also felt Jimin's chest pressed flush against his back, his lips against the shell of his, reminding Jungkook of an earlier image. A seductive laugh blew breath on his ear and Jungkook flinched in anticipation. "I was wondering when you were going to tell me," Jimin nibbled at his ear, causing another moan erupting from Jungkook's throat this time. It was loud and clearly showed Jungkook's want for Jimin in that moment. "I didn't know you liked me that much, Jeon Jungkook." Jungkook's breath grew shaky as Jimin's hands rubbed up and down Jungkook's inner thigh. Sensitively, Jungkook jolted from the shock coursing through his body to his groin. His pants suddenly felt very tight and Jungkook's patience was running thin. "Fuck Jimin," Jungkook groaned, leaning his body back into Jimin's lifelessly, his chest heaving up and down. As if this wasn't enough, suddenly a soft pair of lips collided with his collarbone, licking at the skin, biting and creating tiny marks visible to others. "Jeon Jungkook, you don't know how long I've waited for this." There was a pause as Jungkook tried to gather himself. "How long?" Jungkook shakily breathed out, his breath becoming pitchier. As his lips worked on his neck, he responded through each kiss,"Too long." Jungkook's head lolled back when he felt Jimin's hips buck upwards, grinding into his lower back. Moans ignited from Jungkook and this time he didn't hold back, the sounds echoing throughout the living room into the kitchen. "You're too much for me, Jungkook." Another ripple through his body, and he felt a pool of heat beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. Jungkook was so fucking ready to rip Jimin's clothes off when the hands on his body disappeared along with the lips on his neck and he felt Jimin's body move away. Confused, Jungkook turned around to actually see Jimin. He was also breathing heavily and his face was flushed red. Sweat was plastered against his forehead and his eyes were an ominous coal shade. "What?" Jungkook quickly asked, his eyebrows furrowing together in frustration. Jimin stood up from the couch and walked to the entrance of the kitchen, his head angled slightly to see Jungkook from his peripheral vision. "The other members are almost here. They texted me ten minutes ago." Jungkook just stared blankly at Jimin as his body hesitated half a second more as if he was deciding on something before leaving. Jungkook's hand found its way to his heaving chest and placed it directly on his heart, trying to calm its erratic beating. "Stop it," Jungkook thought in his brain to his heart. "Stop beating this way." Jungkook began to feel conflicted about himself. "Did I really want him that much?" The tent in his pants answered for him with a small throb and he realized the big problem he had now. "Damn it Jimin." Jungkook left the room and headed towards the shower with a painful hard on. His teeth gritted regretfully and was thinking of all the things they could of done together. He moaned at the thought of Jimin trailing kisses down his stomach lower and lower until-. Jungkook had to stop with these thoughts now until he was actually in the bathroom. Hissing in frustration he quickly shut the door behind him and turned the shower on to the coldest it could be. He undressed himself and touched himself, imagining it was Jimin's hand and his mind went fuzzy. "Get in the shower," he thought to himself sensibly. Once in the shower, the freezing temperatures surely got rid of his problem, but it took awhile longer than usual. "Jimin you fucking tease," he hissed to himself. He shivered from the coldness of the water and turned it off shortly after, but paused when he realized he didn't bring any new clothes in. The thought of Jimin seeing him like this.... He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out, looking down the hall. The members were not here yet Jungkook guessed because there wasn't any noise. It was suffocatingly quiet. He tiptoed down the hall, passing each dorm room. "Seokjin's,Yoongi's, Mine....Jimin." His feet were brought to a stop, and he peered at the door, noticing that the lights were off. Dirty thoughts flooded his mind about what could happen if Jimin were to walk out right now. Jungkook mentally slaps himself for thinking of that because if he gets hard again then there was no purpose of that shower. He begrudgingly walked back over to his room, walking over to his closet. He dropped his towel and searched for a costume. "Jungkook," Jimin called out from behind his shoulder. Jungkook turned around in surprise, taking no action in covering himself up, but no one was there. "I'm driving myself insane." Jungkook thought to himself, finally finding an outfit and putting it on hastily. As he walked back out of his room, he heard the front door open and a bunch of loud squawking from Taehyung and Hoseok. He heading into the living room to find Jimin happily greeting each one of them back. Jungkook took an extra glance over to Jimin before announcing his presence. "You guys are back!" Jungkook giggled cutely and walked over to hug the closest member which happened to be Hoseok. His eyes flicked over to Jimin and their eyes caught. He gulped nervously at the penetrating stare and the flick of his tongue. A faint rise of heat covered his cheeks and his eyes snapped away. He pulled away from Hoseok and hugged the rest of the other members. "Aish, Jungkook what about me?" Jimin smiled, his smile as fake as day. "Come here." Jungkook shook his head, for the fear of being near Jimin didn't sound like a good idea right now. "Ah hyung, you didn't go anywhere though!" Jungkook noticed the anger flicker through his eyes. It was subtle, but Jimin was the one who stopped from going further. Why does he suddenly need me there right now? The members might figure something is going on. "Oh yeah," Jimin played it off, scratching his head awkwardly. All the member's attention faded from us two and soon the dorm was back to normal. "Goodnight everyone," Namjoon called out to everyone, leaving the living room. "Hey," Taehyung spoke out to all of the members left. "Let's watch a movie." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement and a romance movie was picked. "Ugh why!" Seokjin complained, wanting to watch an action movie. He was shut up from Yoongi's deadly stare. The beginning of the movie was okay, but towards the end there was a lot of tension between the two lovers. "Oh my god just make out already!" Yoongi begged completely engrossed in the movie. Everyone was engrossed in the movie actually, except for Jungkook. Each time a heated scene appeared, all Jungkook could think about was what happened earlier. With his mind completely Jimin and unable to pay any attention to the movie, he scanned the dark room to find Jimin's eyes on his. "Has he been unable to stop thinking about it, also?" Jungkook wondered to himself with his eyes still locked on Jimin's. "I'm going to go to sleep," Jungkook called out, standing up and heading to his room. He shut the door and laid in his bed, thinking of Jimin as his eyes fluttered closed, snoring lightly. Jungkook stood chained to the wall. Tape was placed carefully over his mouth and he looked around the room. There was a bed sat in the corner and there were some furniture placed around the room that reminded Jungkook of someone whose name he couldn't remember. It was chilly in the room and he shivered from the cool air coming from the air condition above. Across the room was a door. "Am I hurt?" Was Jungkook's first thought as he looked down at his body to reveal that he didn't have any clothes on. His heart beat pounded in his ears and he became very worrisome. "What's happening?" He thought to himself. His head snapped up to the sound of a door creaking open. A man snuck in and began to seductively sway his way. Jungkook's eyes widened and he tried to move his arms, but the hard metal digging into his wrists reminded him that he couldn't go anywhere. "You look so fuckable," the man called out, his gaze connecting with Jungkook's. Those eyes were familiar. They were very coal-like and smoky eyeliner was placed on almost perfection- This man looked like the definition of sex. Jungkook shyly blushed, even though the situation was screwed up. Laughter came from the man as he slid into Jungkook's personal space, their bodies flush against each other's. The only thing separating the two was the man's jacket. It surely looked expensive, but sexy as hell. He was wearing white skinny jeans, and his bulge was visible to Jungkook causing warmth to stir inside of his stomach. The man had a mask on though, and the only thing of his face that was visible was his eyes. His hair was disheveled as if he had been making out with someone before he came in. "Let's get started shall we?" He slid his jacket off of his shoulders and let it drop to the floor as he pressed even closer to Jungkook's body, and began to bite across his neck after pulling the mask up to reveal his lips. Jungkook responded almost immediately, his body springing to life and he instantly wished these chains weren't on him. The mysterious man bit down his chest, stopping to lick and suck and his skin. Jungkook moaned softly when he began creating bruises on his hips, the grip from his iron hands almost impossible to get away from even if he could. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat when the man began to send butterfly kisses on his inner thigh, trailing higher and higher when he stopped and reached to unchain Jungkook's feet. Jungkook instinctively wrapped his legs around the man and pulled him up to slide his lips hungrily against the other man's after pulling down mask with his teeth. He nibbled, pulled, and sucked on the man's bottom lip which was becoming bruised and swollen. A firm hand slid down his chest and another moan came from Jungkook. "How can this man make me feel so high," Jungkook thought, but his rational side was losing currently. Jungkook shouted loudly in surprise as a hand wrapped around his half hard on and began pumping slightly. The stimulation was overpowering and Jungkook sunk his teeth into the man's neck, letting out screams of pleasure. Each pump sent a shock through Jungkook's body and he was extremely turned on. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook moaned, his hands unable to cover the man in front of him. Jungkook opened his eyes and shock overtook him. "Ji-Jimin," Jungkook said, his eyes wide and his mouth falling agape. Jimin smirked devilishly and as Jungkook reached his climax- Jungkook shot up in bed, his body sweaty and finding himself not only breathing heavily, but he had another hard on. Jungkook's fingers touched his lips and the dream seemed so real. Almost too real. He could feel tingling everywhere on his body that Jimin in his dream had touched. His mouth felt dry and he licked his lips that turned into a darker shade of pink than before. "Jimin," Jungkook desperately whimpered out as he touched himself, slowly beginning to pump. He thought of the skin slapping against skin,the coiling heat in his stomach and the actions from Jimin drove him forward, continuously pumping. He brushed his thumb over his tip and wiped off the pre-cum on his thigh. "Ahhh!" Jungkook let out as he began to pump faster than before, each pump speeding up after the other. His other hand was used to fondle his balls which were tightening at an alarming rate. His dick was fully hard now and was almost completely flat against his belly. He took his hand and stroked his stomach, thinking of Jimin's hands over his body. He imagined Jimin and him kissing passionately and having Jimin's tongue swirl in his mouth. It was all unbearably hot now, Jungkook was furiously sweating everywhere on his body becoming damp. Jimin telling him how beautiful he looked when he moaned like that. Then he felt it. The heat was sent shooting through his dick and he exploded, moaning at his climax. The seeds spurted everywhere on his chest, and Jungkook knew that that had been the hardest he'd ever cummed. Jungkook felt better than he ever had before. Recovering, he entered the bathroom down the hall quietly and cleaned it off with toilet paper. He checked the time to see that it was 5:30 A.M. and as he was going to living room, he saw the sun slowly coming up from the window. He sat on the couch, but jumped off in surprise when he heard something groan. "H-Hello?" He rubbed his arm in nervousness, because it could be Seokjin. All he got in response was a snore. "Oh." Jungkook thought to himself. Just from snoring, Jungkook instantly knew it was Jimin because none of the other members snored, and maybe also because Jungkook used to sneak into Jimin's room when he was sleeping and listen to him snore. Jungkook noticed that the only member who never left the room was Jimin. "What happened?" He reached for Jimin's head and noticed that Jimin was speaking under his breath and eyebrows were pressed together in frustration. Jungkook wiped the sweat off of his face and took in his facial features up close. Those lips. Those lips are a sin. If kissing him felt almost unbearable in his dream, imagine what it would be like to kiss him out of his dreams. Those almond shaped eyes can be the sweetest and most caring eyes, or they can be dangerous and testing. Jungkook loved both looks, but when Jimin was turned on a look could send you to hell and back. Jungkook cupped his face softly and imagined the beautiful parts of Jimin. His smile was so beautiful. It wasn't a smile like Jhope's. It wasn't like seeing the sunshine, but for Jungkook it was like visiting heaven. His eye smile could make any person's heart flutter and the shyness he has around people-except for last night and when he's on stage- is so cute. Jungkook couldn't stop the thoughts from flowing and before he knew it, a sweet smile formed on his face. "Jimin must be supernatural. He's too perfect." His body could be sexy, but it could also be perfect for cuddling. His hair could be pulled, but it could also be twirled and played with. Jungkook chuckled to himself and looked down at his hands in embarrassment of such loving thoughts of Jimin. "Jimin I-I like you," Jungkook whispered, but of course Jimin didn't hear. Jungkook thought of waking Jimin up, but after that dream even having any attention from Jimin could lead to risky actions. But then again maybe Jungkook was hoping for it. He climbed on top of Jimin, his curiousity of how the position would feel making him do so. He was straddling Jimin's waist with his knees on both sides of him. His arms were on the couch above Jimin's sleeping head. Jungkook carefully dragged his wrists above his head and very, very lightly pushed his hips down onto Jimin. The sensations in his body caused him to hum softly in content. "This is so wrong," Jungkook's mind screamed. "You're practically molesting him!" Jungkook bit his lip. Maybe it was wrong, but it wouldn't be as long as Jimin enjoyed it, right? The urge to grind into Jimin once more was stronger than his rational self which Jungkook never listened to his rational side anyways. Seeing Jimin pinned down to the couch gave Jungkook a hundred millions different ways to make Jimin his. Eventually after a still silence, Jungkook grunted softly, pressing his hips straight down onto Jimin's crotch area, and fuck was it a turn on. "What's wrong with you? This is your best friend. And he's a boy! Not only that, but think of all the trouble you'll be causing him." Jungkook stopped and listened to himself for once. He was halfway off of Jimin's body when he felt a hand grab his wrist. Jungkook turned around to find Jimin still asleep, but his hand was latched onto him. Jimin's sleeping form pulled Jungkook onto the couch with him, snuggling into his body. Jungkook's face burned a reddening color. Jungkook was forced to face Jimin face to face as Jimin's arm slung around Jungkook's back, pulling him closer. They were breath to breath and by then Jungkook had to keep himself from doing anything irrational. Jimin's expression turned orgasmic and Jimin was whimpering lightly, mumbling once more. Jungkook put a hand against Jimin's chest just in case he was about to something, but Jimin was still asleep. Suddenly Jimin's whimpers turned into moans and god was it sexy. His voice was sultry and it was as if it was echoing off the walls. Jungkook was caught off guard because it was his first time ever hearing Jimin actually moan. Whatever he was dreaming about was definitely bothering him. Jungkook touched his neck to wipe some sweat off when Jimin's eyes snapped open, dark and alluring. "Jungkook?" Jimin looked really confused, and his pupils were blown out of proportion. "Jimin are you okay? Were you having a dream? Was it scary?" Jungkook lied because he knew what was really happening, he just didn't want Jimin to know that he knew. Jimin didn't respond. Instead, he searched into Jungkook's eyes as if looking for a lie, but Jungkook managed to keep full contact despite the beating of his heart against his rib cage. "Yes," Jimin spluttered out, standing up awkwardly, away from Jungkook. Jungkook felt disappointed knowing shy Jimin was back, and he would have to get him to open up again. "I'm going to be- uh- right back! Actually no, I'm going to the gym! Yep. Right now!" Jimin pointed towards the door and ran out without any shoes with him. Jungkook's heart quit beating so quickly, but he did feel sorrowful in the rejection from Jimin. "What if Jimin thought the whole thing, including yesterday was a dream? Does that mean I forget about it?" Jungkook didn't want to forget about it though. Whatever they were obviously had chemistry, and Jungkook didn't want to give up already. He couldn't anyways. His heart wouldn't allow him to. Jungkook went to eat breakfast before realizing that Jimin hadn't had anything. "What does Jimin like again!?" Jungkook threw random foods out of the fridge looking for something Jimin would like. He threw out some raw fish and heard a loud thud and a screech of pain. Jungkook looked over his shoulder to see Seokjin with a raised eyebrow. "Jungkookie what are you doing?" He deadpanned with the fish in his hand. "Uh. Uh. Jimin left without his breakfast and went straight to the gym, so I thought of making him something." Jungkook's cheeks colored slightly and Jin's lips lifted up onto an amused smile. "Jungkook cooking? Never thought I'd put those two words in the same sentence." Jungkook's forehead throbbed in frustration. "Eh hyung thanks." He responded bitterly. "Let me help. I'll cook something for Jimin and you bring it to him, okay? How does that sound?" Jungkook agreed because in all honestly, he couldn't cook anything really. Jungkook didn't cook, but he did do some small things for Seokjin, like give him ingredients needed or set a timer. When the food was done, Jungkook hugged his hyung thankfully. "Thank you hyung." Seokjin smiled sweetly and patted Junkook's head softly. "Your welcome Kookie. Go find Jimin now." Jungkook's eyes lit up, and he left the dorm, heading to the gym. When we took his first few steps forward, rain drops were beginning to fall from the sky. As Jungkook walked further and further, the rain become heavier until it washed over his body and was soaked. He happened to be wearing a white t-shirt, and now everyone would see his chest. He walked faster, pushing through the rain just for Jimin's sake. When we found the gym, relief washed over him. "Thank goodness." Jungkook entered the building which was not too large and a couple of women had eyes glued onto his body as he made his way past, eyes locked on Jimin's back as his pace quickened. Jungkook placed the food and shoes on the floor and gingerly pressed his hand down onto Jimin's shoulder, attempting to get his attention. Jimin turned with a breathtaking eye smile,which once Jimin knew it was Jungkook, suddenly faded into an unreadable expression. Jungkook noticed Jimin's eyesight lower to his chest and a furious blush formed on his face. "What?" Jungkook questioned, forgetting about the rain. Jimin breathed out heavily, tearing his eyes away from Jungkook's body. "Come with me." Jimin brought Jungkook into a dressing room. "Here." Jimin threw one of his shirts that Jungkook loved to see Jimin to. "H-hyung are you sure!?" Jungkook panicked, not understanding why Jimin was offering him different clothes. Jungkook took a brief look at Jimin and realized that something was off by the way Jimin was staring at him like that. Jungkook peered down at his attire and had an intake of breath in surprise. "I forgot that the rain soaked me hyung." Jungkook spoke out loudly, wanting the strange tension to go away. Jimin nodded and stood across from Jungkook about five feet. Jungkook always dressed in front on the members, but after all these crazy feelings appearing so suddenly, he felt exposed and that it was illegal and sexual to undress in front of Jimin. "Uh." Jungkook awkwardly began, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Hyung.." "Yeah," Jimin breathed, taking another quick glance at Jungkook's soaked shirt. "Could you.. Turn around?" Jungkook and Jimin locked eyes, and Jungkook felt queasy. "O-oh yeah. Sorry." Jimin faced the lockers, away from Jungkook. Jungkook threw off his shirt and pulled the other one on in a flash. "Wow that was fast." Jimin spoke exasperated after peaking a couple of looks backwards. "Yah Park Jimin were you secretly watching this whole time?!" Jungkook felt his body boiling in embarrassment and rage. "No! No! I just turned around early. Hehe- Ouch!" The red mark on Jimin's cheek proved Jungkook was upset. "Sorry." Jungkook motioned for Jimin to follow, ignoring his pain. Jimin obediently followed to find Jungkook handing over- ramen? Jimin was almost confused as Jungkook was. "Yah Jungkook are you sick?" He teasingly placed the back of his hand on Jungkook's forehead feeling for a fever. Jimin's face was close to Jungkook's in proximity. All Jungkook wanted to do was be a good maknae, but it feels like he's crossed a barrier... Then it hit Jungkook. Everything from the past months. How much everything had changed. Once long ago, these were normal everyday gestures for a good relationship between Jimin and Jungkook, but now it's become twisted in a way and what's more even twisted.... Jungkook doesn't want to go back. Well, at least part of him doesn't want to. Jungkook's thumbs pressed firmly into Jimin's hips, instincts taking over once more. "J-Jungkook." Jimin's voice shook from the touch. "What are you doing?" Jungkook caught on to Jimin. He did think it was a dream. "Nothing." Jungkook pushed the ramen into Jimin's arms and left the gym in a haste. Jimin watched Jungkook until he was out the door. "What are you doing to me, Jeon Jungkook?" Jungkook arrived back at the dorm, not stopping to say hi to any of the members as he brushed passed each of them. "Stop shoving Jungkook," Suga growled, heading who knows where. Jungkook then sat in his room, processing what was happening to himself. "What is it that makes Jimin stand out to me?" He asks himself. "Even though I want to take things further, I can only think of how it could affect our group and all of the disappointed fans. What about my manager? What will he think of me then?" Jungkook was too deep in thought to hear the door click shut. "I'm not gay," Jungkook punched himself. "I'm not, I'm not. I want a woman, not a man. I don't want Jimin." Jungkook ignored his body cringing at the thought of a woman's body against his. Jungkook also ignored the heat pooling in his stomach from thoughts of Jimin shirtless, his taut abs shining against the moonlight. His thick, pale skin rubbing against his as he bucks his hips up onto Jungkook's making him moan in- "No!" Jungkook blurted, startling Seokjin from the shadows. "Hyung!" Jungkook shouted in shock, his round eyes gleaming with fear. "What are you doing?" Jungkook tried to keep himself calm, hoping that Seokjin had just come in, but deep inside he knew that Seokjin had probably heard everything. Seokjin paused, an obvious shocked expression glued to his face. "Hyung did you hear me?" Seokjin stood up from the floor, still in shock. "J-Jungkook. I'm sorry. I came in at the wrong time-" Jungkook ripped Seokjin's hand from the door before he could leave, trapping his hands above his head. "Hyung don't tell anyone." Jungkook's heart was beating quickly in panic. "Tell them what?" Seokjin nibbled on the bottom of his lip from the distortion of his words. "Hyung don't lie. I know you know. Please don't tell anyone. Please." Jungkook hung his head in defeat, his focus boring holes into the ground. Seokjin halted, pondering over his options. "Fine." "Really?" Jungkook's head perked up and relief washed over him. "Well, as long as you tell me what's going on for now on." Seokjin replied. Perplexed from Seokjin's easygoing reaction, he took a step back. "That's it?" Jungkook scoffed, getting himself worked up for nothing. "You're okay with it?" Honestly, Jungkook would of expected Seokjin to be disgusted and hate him for it. A dead silence filled the room. "Yes." Seokjin finally answered, smiling warmly. "I'm suppose to take care of my dongsaengs. One tiny detail doesn't change that." Jungkook hadn't realized he was crying until Seokjin was wiping his tears away with his knuckles. "Th-Thank you, hyung." Jungkook hiccuped, his words skipping over one another. "Oh come here Jungkook." Jungkook wrapped his arms around his hyung's waist, crying into his shoulder. Seokjin patted Jungkook's back, comforting him. Seokjin then pulled away looking into Jungkook's eyes with his hands on his shoulders. "Hey. It'll be okay. I have to go now though, so none of the members suspect anything." Jungkook looked so young with his hands balled in fist on his side, tear stains painted on his cheeks. "Okay hyung." Seokjin reached for the door handle, looking back at Jungkook one last time before leaving the room. Jungkook sniffled and couldn't get the situation out of his mind. Jungkook was now stuck with two options. Pursue in Jimin and possibly be risking the group's future along with the fear or rejection or try to rid of the feelings while Jimin still thinks it was only a dream. Almost regretfully, Jungkook chose the second option. Now the problem was how to rid of the feelings his heart carried. "Ignore Jimin...?" No, that would just upset him. "Maybe avoiding would work better. And after that I'll just tell Seokjin... Something." So that's just what Jungkook did- avoid Jimin. Jungkook always chose a member to partner up with... That wasn't ever Jimin anymore. Jungkook always sat next to Taehyung on plane rides and on the way to concert of places to shoot. Variety shows were the hardest. He could only avoid Jimin emotionally in variety shows. Concerts were easy. He always walked on the opposite side of stage where Jimin was. In the dorms he would walked into his room, pretending to sleep. Jungkook believed it would work. He believed stepping away would help. It didn't. Jimin just tried harder to be closer to Jungkook, which inevitably just pushed Jungkook further away from his goal. After Jungkook's attempts to block Jimin from his thoughts, Jungkook began to notice that Jimin became more desperate for his attention. Jimin tried to be near him, often touching him whenever possible. Jimin was more intimate, especially with their new choreography and made it harder to pull away from Jimin. Jimin gave him heated looks from across the room in rehearsals, often openly checking out Jungkook's body. Jungkook refused to give up though, and after three months of tension radiating from Jimin, he stopped. His touches faded, his looks become more nonchalant. He became very distant from Jungkook and rarely interacted. Jungkook tried to convince himself every grueling night that it was what he wanted. He wanted things to be normal again. He didn't need Jimin. He really didn't. There were some nights, very few, that were an exception. It were the nights where he lay in his bed silently crying to himself, wanting to numb the ache in his heart. Seokjin would come in, and they'd talk for hours. They would talk through everything until morning. Jungkook didn't sleep on those nights. "Hyung," Jungkook whispered out one night, facing Seokjin's back. "Yeah?" Seokjin answered. "I'm in love." The realization made his heart almost fail to beat again and he held his breath. "I know," Seokjin whispered in the darkness. "How did you know?" Jungkook mumbled lightly. Seokjin breathed out, the serenity of the moonlight calming him. "Because I've never seen someone look at another person with so much love in their eyes."
