Always Loved You || Jikook ✅

4.

Jimin Pov

Jimin cracked an eye open
and then shut it tightly again
as the morning sunlight fell across his face.

Why was it so bright?

It was never that damn
bright in his bedroom.

He huffed out a short breath
and rolled over, determined to block out the sun and go back
to sleep, then froze as a muscular arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him close
to an equally muscular body.

Jungkook's arm.

Jungkook's body.

"Oh my God."

Jimin bolted up in bed,
rubbing his eyes as he
looked around the sparsely furnished room.

"Oh my God."

"What's going on?" Jungkook asked, squinting through the sunlight as he propped
himself up next to him.

"Are you okay?"

"No." Jimin was already out of bed and scrambling around the room looking for his clothes.

Where was his shirt?

"No, definitely not okay."

"I've gotta go."

"I've gotta check on Pop."

He finally remembered that
he'd taken his shirt off some where between the living
room and the dining area
just, then nearly tripped over
the leg of his jeans as he
hurried out of the bedroom.

"Jimin." Jungkook called
after him but Jimin didn't
stop moving.

"Calm down—slow down."

He couldn't believe he'd been
so stupid to fall asleep after
they had messed around, as
if he didn't have a care in the world or any responsibilities outside of getting off with
Jungkook.

Only the sight of Jungkook walking down the hallway in a pair of low-slung boxers was enough to give Jimin a
moment's pause.

Damn, it should be against
the law for a man to be that
sexy from the minute he
woke up.

"Just come back to bed with
me." Jungkook said, flashing
a hopeful look as Jimin
nibbled at his lip.

"For a few more minutes, at least..."

It was really, really tempting
to jump right back into his
arms and right back into his
bed, knowing good and well they'd be in there for longer
than just a few minutes.

But no.

No, no, no.

Jimin hurried to pick up his discarded shirt and put it
on before he could change
his mind.

Jungkook's hot body and
hands and mouth and cock,
were what had gotten Jimin
into this predicament in the
first place.

Well, all of that plus the fact
that Jimin apparently had zero willpower or self-control when
it came to Jungkook—not
that that was a big surprise.

It had been the same way
ten years before.

Jimin wasn't a teenager with
a crush anymore, though.

He was a grown man with
grown-man-obligations.

He hurried over and gave
Jungkook a quick kiss—he couldn't be expected to resist
the temptation completely,
after all and shook his head
as Jungkook smiled down at
him sleepily.