☑ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝘽𝙊𝙍 𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙏 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙍

0:11

“Feelings”

It was evening, and Jimin was strolling through the garden with Brownie, the little puppy now living in the society dog house. He halted in his tracks when he heard Jiho calling him from behind, but he wasn't alone; Jungkook was with him.

Jiho dashed over and hugged Jimin, saying, "Angel, I wanna play with Brownie!" The little boy was super excited to play with the puppy, who started jumping at the sight of Jiho. Jimin nodded, and without wasting a moment, Jiho ran off to play with the puppy, leaving Jimin alone with Jungkook.

Silence hung between them.

Neither of them knew how to break the ice after what happened in the morning.

They both felt nervous for reasons they couldn't quite understand.

But Jungkook just wanted to see Jimin's face, though he couldn't explain why. So, he slowly lifted his gaze to Jimin, who was looking away. Jimin looked so beautiful, so soft, with his pink hair flowing in the breeze and framing his face. It made Jimin push his hair back every now and then, but he looked so pretty, almost ethereal.

Without realizing it, Jungkook moved closer to Jimin and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Jimin was taken aback by the touch but didn’t say anything. "H-h," he stammered as Jungkook leaned in closer. Jimin tried to create some distance by placing his hands on Jungkook's chest, but it seemed like Jungkook had no intention of pulling away.

Why was he staring at Jimin's lips?

"Hyun-g," he whispered, his voice trembling, and Jungkook immediately stepped back and spun around, clutching his chest.

Why was his heart racing like this?

What was going on with him? His pulse always quickened whenever Jimin was around. Since losing his wife, he never imagined he'd find anyone attractive or beautiful again, but Jimin was driving him wild. His thoughts, his feelings, his entire being - everything was affected. He'd started feeling at home with Jimin, the way he looked after both him and his son without expecting anything back, how his boy had grown to love him, how Jimin had somehow found his way into his son's heart so quickly. And honestly, he believed Jimin had already settled into his own heart as well. He understood what this was - attraction, maybe even love? But the question was ; How could he not fall for Jimin's adorable face and thoughtful personality? He hadn't admitted it out loud, but he knew he was head over heels for this young pink-hair boy who already had a boyfriend.

The reality stung.

"No, no, I can't do this. He's just a kid and I'm some older man with a son. Plus he's got a boyfriend - they're are in love-e. But my hea-rt..." he muttered under his breath, not realising he was speaking loud enough to be heard.

Jimin was puzzled by his odd behaviour and the way he was talking to himself.

Had he completely lost it or what?

"Hyung, I think I should head off now. Need to cook something for dinner," he said, starting to walk toward the building. But Jungkook suddenly caught his wrist, making Jimin's breath catch. Slowly turning back, he saw Jungkook staring at him with wide eyes, like he wanted to say something important. But Jimin couldn't focus on his face or eyes - he was too distracted by their joined hands. Jungkook glanced down at their hands too, thinking about how tiny and delicate they felt, yet somehow they fit perfectly in his larger ones.

A grin spread across his face as he looked back up and said, "Jimin, you don't need to cook for us every single day, you know!" Jungkook finally let go of his hand but immediately felt the absence of warmth. Jimin felt it too - he wanted to reach out and hold his hand again, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Nah, hyung—

"Jimin, we're perfectly fine with ordering takeaway," he said with a casual shrug. "And you don't need to—" But before he could finish his sentence, Jimin was already shaking his head firmly in disagreement.

"No, absolutely not. That sort of food is completely unhealthy and full of preservatives," Jimin replied, his voice carrying a tone of protective concern . "Jiho needs proper, nutritious food that will help him grow strong and healthy. Please, just let me handle his meals and take proper care of him. Hmm! " As he spoke these words, Jimin's gaze drifted affectionately toward little Jiho, who was playing, giggling softly with puppy.

When Jimin finally turned his attention back to face Jungkook, he couldn't help but notice the adorable expression that had formed on the older man's features—a small, almost childlike pout had appeared on his lips, making him look sulky. "Hyung? What's wrong?" Jimin called out softly.

What happened next caught Jimin completely off guard. In one swift, unexpected movement, Jungkook reached out and pulled him closer, his strong hands finding their way to Jimin's delicate waist and settling there possessively. Even Jungkook himself was surprised by his own actions.

"So you're only being this caring for Jiho's sake, not for me, Jiminie?" Jungkook asked softly, his bottom lip jutting out in a small pout that made him look absolutely irresistible. The way he said "Jiminie" with such playful affection made Jimin's heart skip several beats, and for a terrifying moment, he seriously thought his heart might stop beating altogether.

"I-I... Hyung, you're standing too close to me-e," Jimin stammered breathlessly.

His breathing became shallow and uneven when Jungkook took another deliberate step closer, breaking what little space remained between their bodies. In his overwhelming nervousness, Jimin immediately closed his eyes shut, his mind racing with confusion and anticipation about what might happen next.

Could it really be possible that Jungkook was about to kiss him?

The thought sent currents through his body.

Jimin's breath caught completely in his throat when he caught the intoxicating scent of Jungkook's signature mint fragrance wafting so close to his own lips that he could practically taste it in the air.
They were really close now, their faces merely inches apart, and Jungkook was also lost in the moment.

The tension in the air was electric as Jungkook leaned in even further, and was about to press their lips together.

However, fate had other plans, because little Jiho came toddling over with perfect innocent timing and both Jimin and Jungkook immediately pulled apart .

Without saying anything or looking around , Jimin quickly fled from the scene, his face burning crimson with embarrassment as he pressed his palms against his heated, blushing cheeks, trying desperately to cool the fire that had spread across his soft features.