Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Arrest Me Pt. 2

Jungkook woke with his head throbbing.  He massaged his temple as he went through everything he remembered from the night before. 

1) He messed up his first case.  Missed a piece of evidence that let the perp get away.

2) He and Jimin went out to drink his troubles away.

3) Everything after the bar was blank.

He heard a soft groan and felt the slide of arms around his waist.  Fuck, he thought to himself.  I must have taken some guy home last night.

Chancing a glance behind him, he saw a pool of dyed red hair and the pouting lips he'd spent more than one occasion daydreaming about kissing.  Ah, just Jimin then, he thought.  We must have gotten drunk and passed out at my place.  At least I know he got somewhere safe.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asked in a raspy voice as he rubbed at his bleary eyes.  "How did I wind up here?"

"I honestly don't remember," Jungkook admitted, moving to get up but feeling the twinge of pain he only felt after bottoming. 

"What the fuck?" Jimin gasped.  "Why are you naked?"

Jungkook turned and saw that he wasn't alone in that and quickly turned back around.  "Why the fuck are you naked?"

"Did we?  I mean, we didn't...we'd remember if we...I mean...did we?" Jimin stuttered out from behind him as he sat back down on the bed.

"My ass is sore...so odds are...we did," Jungkook deduced, closing his eyes in embarrassment.

"Oh man, seriously!  I finally top someone and I don't even remember it?  That's just not fair," Jimin complained, crossing his arms and huffing.

"Is now really the time for that, Jimin?  There's no way we didn't have sex.  What are we supposed to do now?"

Both men sat in silence for a moment, unknowingly wishing for the same thing.  That the other would profess their love and they could be together. 

Instead, Jimin offered Jungkook an out.  "We could just...pretend it never happened, I guess.  I mean, we were drunk."

"Yeah," Jungkook was glad he was facing away from Jimin as his eyes welled with tears.  "Yeah, that sounds like it would be the best option."

Both men sat in their disappointment a moment before getting up to go about their day.  They didn't speak the remainder of the weekend.  When Monday came, Jimin sat across from Jungkook warily.

Jungkook, on the other hand, truly pretended nothing at all had happened.  He brought Jimin his usual coffee order and breakfast.  He happily took him to lunch at their usual deli.  He insisted on driving even after losing rock, paper, scissors, just as he normally did, but deep inside, Jungkook was devastated that each moment went by as it always did.

He began to remember more and more flashes of their night together as the week went on and when the time came for promotion interviews on Friday, he barely remembered that he was a candidate at all.

He left the interview feeling like he'd wasted his chance only to spot Jimin being called for the next interview.  Putting a hand on his chest, he stopped him from going into the chief's office.

"I thought you didn't even want this promotion," Jungkook accused.

Jimin scoffed.  "Oh you remember that, but you don't remember my dick in your ass," he whispered to him, pushing his hand away.

"I do remember it now.  Mostly.  And what do you care.  It's not like you were so quick to remember.  It was your idea for everything to go back to normal as if nothing ever happened, in case you can't recall,"  Jungkook's voice was a little louder now.