Origin

Chapter 13

Jungkook walks Jimin up to his apartment, and he knows the fact that he wants nothing more than to follow Jimin inside it's written all across his face. Jimin ignores it, of course, but he does let Jungkook push him up against the hallway wall, holiday wreaths behind them be damned.

Jungkook nearly falls pliant because of the way Jimin keeps pressing their hips together, the way he wraps his arms up and around Jungkook's neck, the way he breaks their contact to bite and kiss at his jaw, all uncertainty from weeks prior clearly abandoned.

One time wasn't enough; none of this is enough.

He whines absurdly loudly when Jimin finally pulls away completely, his head falling back against the wall, closing his eyes, breathing out of control.

"Jungkook," he pants, "I gotta go inside."

"No, you don't," Jungkook argues. "Stay out here with me. Or I'll come in there with you."

Jimin huffs out a laugh, eyes still squeezed shut. "Not today."

"Okay," he says slowly, "alright, I hear you and I respect your wishes. But before I go, I think I should come inside and take a bath with you."

"Oh my God," Jimin says, dragging his hands across his face, miserably failing at trying to hold back a laugh. "No."

"Maybe another day?" he tries.

"Mmm, maybe."

Jungkook nods, sucking in his cheeks, forcing himself to even out his breathing and stop thinking about the way Jimin's ass looks in jeans, how it looks in sweatpants, how it would look with nothing. Jesus. He brushes Jimin's hair out of his eyes, waiting for Jimin to open them before he speaks again. "Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Already miss me?"

"Yes," he replies instantly, honestly.

Jimin smiles. "Okay, sure."

Jungkook drops his hands down to Jimin's hips and grips them loosely. "What're you thinking right now."

"You really wanna know?"

"I do."

"Alright." He smirks. "I'm thinking that your kissing skills have really improved since the last time. Really. Top notch."

Jungkook takes a step back, gasping, mocking offense. "Park Jimin, you wound me."

"I'm complimenting you."

"Backhandedly!"

Jimin winks before he pulls Jungkook back in, slotting their mouths together for just a moment, one deliriously perfect moment, breaking their contact too quickly with a crooked smile on his face. Jungkook knows he should call for a cab or back away or do something other than stand there and stare.

Instead of doing any of those things, he pulls Jimin into his arms, holding onto him, burying his face into the crook of Jimin's neck. He doesn't kiss or bite like he wants to, he just breathes him in, content to keep him for another few minutes, pretend he isn't already completely out of his mind for the boy in front of him. After God only knows how long, Jimin whispers gently in a hushed tone, "Jungkook, hey."

Jungkook nods, not saying anything.

"We fucking forgot to buy the mugs."

He bursts out laughing at that, stepping back, letting his hands fall to his sides uselessly. "I know. You distracted me and I totally forgot."

Jimin bites at his bottom lip, smile bright. "That makes two of us."

Jungkook's only in the cab on his way home for about three minutes before he gets a call from Jimin.

He answers on the second ring, rolling his eyes as if Jimin can see him.

"And you make fun of me for missing you so soon," he says into the receiver.

"No, Jungkook , shut up, I just went on Twitter and that girl obviously posted about us. Us. How does anyone know who I am?!"

He sits up straighter in his seat. "Any pictures?"

"Yeah, one of you basically mounting me on a fucking bed."

"What?!" he shouts, nearly choking.

"I'm kidding, no pictures, but seriously, this post says Jungkook and Park Jimin. How is that possible!"

Jungkook clutches at his chest. "Oh my God, don't do that. I almost just had a stroke."

"Jimin!" he whines through the phone, tone serious. "This is weird."

He licks his lips, closing his eyes, heart dropping. "Weird enough that you want out? Is that what this phone call is?"

"No, absolutely not. I'm just... People know me, Jungkook. I wasn't expecting that."

"We can do whatever you want," Jungkook replies. "If you want to keep anonymity, I'll help you with that. We don't have to go out in public as much, and I won't tweet to you or anything. It's okay. Really."

"Well, that doesn't seem fair to you," Jimin sighs, pausing. "How long did it take you to get used to it?"

"Used to what?"

"People you don't know throwing your name around like they have a personal relationship with you."

"I'm not."

Jimin laughs, a genuine one. "I know this is dumb because you're the famous one and I'm just your... Something." He coughs awkwardly, then continues. "But, like, do you have any advice."

Jungkook smiles, sinking back down into his seat. "Yeah, don't search shit on Twitter, for one. And just keep in mind that for the most part, everyone is harmless, just curious. But really, Min, if you want me to avoid talking about you if it really makes you that uncomfortable, I will. I want to keep you my... Something."

He laughs again. "It's fine," he says, "I'm panicking over nothing, probably. It's just strange. Kind of like I'm being spied on."

"I get it. I really do. Take some time to think about it, alright? We can go incognito for a bit, if that's what you'd like. And it's only for a few more weeks, anyway. Then I go back on the road for the second leg of the tour and everything will be super different in terms of how I can see and hang out with people, you know? Your name won't be thrown around as much."

Jimin goes silent, clearing his throat after several beats too many. "Right, yeah. Okay, I'll let you go. Have a good night, Jeon."

Jungkook purses his lips together, just then realizing how absolutely shitty that sounded. "Yeah, you, too."

He doesn't like the tone in Jimin's voice as he hangs up the phone, and it makes his stomach twist in a way that's entirely too unpleasant. He tries not to dwell on it too much, not focus on how or when the switch flipped inside of Jimin to make him question so many things, but Jimin's voice swirls around in his mind for the next hour and a half and he can't stop thinking about it.

Right as he's climbing into bed, his phone vibrates on the nightstand beside him, a text from Jimin. It's a screenshot of a confirmation page - an order for two new sets of mugs from Ikea - followed by, See you tomorrow.

Relief floods into Jungkook and he bites back a smile as he types and sends, You've outdone yourself, baby. He gets a reply back instantly.

You're lucky you're so hot because you're kind of annoying.