Always Loved You || Jikook ✅

Prologue.

Jungkook Pov

Ten years ago......

Jungkook's gut clenched.

The most beautiful boy he'd
ever seen was getting ready
to leave him and even though
He had known this day was coming.

He had known that the
perfect secret thing that
existed between them could never last it still hurt in ways that he wasn't even remotely prepared to deal with.

So he wouldn't.

He'd concentrate on the kind
of feelings that were easier.

The way his lips felt swollen
from having been stretched around Jimin's cock...

Bruised from the almost desperate way they'd been kissing each other for the
last few hours.

He'd focus on the heavy
warmth that filled him, the delicious afterglow of having come the way only Jimin had ever been able to make him
so hard that it almost felt
like being turned inside out.

The way his chest felt—filled
to bursting as he'd stared
into Jimin's green eyes when they'd—

Jungkook shut that down fast, since it was heading away from the good feelings and into the ones that sometimes, alone
in the privacy of his dark room
at night—he'd honestly
wondered if he'd be able to
bear living without.

Jungkook looked up and
caught his eye as he tugged
the hem of his shirt down,
hiding the lightly defined
planes of his chest for maybe
the last time.

Don't think it don't think it
don't think it.

Jungkook jerked his eyes
away, swinging his legs over
the side of the bed and stretching to avoid seeing
Jimin finish dressing.

To avoid watching Jimin
get ready to leave.

"I wish you didn't have to
go." Jungkook said without meaning to, the truth spilling
out of him as he tried and
failed not to sound as upset about it as he felt.

"Not yet, I mean." He rushed
to add when Jimin made a little sound of distress, because of course Jimin had to go.

"We still have a little time
left."

"We do?" Jimin asked, his lip quirking up on one side in a
sad imitation of the smile
he normally loved seeing.

"Just a few minutes
kookie." Jimin added.

"That's..."

Not enough.

Jimin didn't need to say it
and Jungkook knew just as
well as he did that it was pointless to try and buy
more time.

It was true, whether Jimin
said the words or not: An
extra few minutes wasn't
going to make a difference.

Jimin had to leave now.

Jungkook had to leave
tomorrow.

Neither of them wanted it and none of it was fair and neither
of those facts changed a
damn thing.

Park Jimin was everything
he had ever wanted, he was sweet, smart, funny and sexy
as hell, all rolled into one and even if Jungkook's father
insisted that, as a Jeon man, there was no way in hell
Jungkook was allowed to want those things at least, not in a package that looked like
Jimin at eighteen, Jungkook knew for sure that it was true.

That it would always be true...

hell, it always had ever since they'd met.

He and Jimin had been in the eighth grade when his life
had changed in a single, fundamental way.