Hunger | A Jikook Hunger Games AU

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Jimin was woken up with a high-pitched, dramatic gasp. Still laying down, he looks up groggily, blinking a couple times, his blank mind slowly filling up. In his line of sight was a red-haired man at average height. Then he turns his head, only to come face to face with Jungkook, extremely close. Their noses were almost touching.

The younger's warm breath on his face was what woke him up completely, eyes widening as he stares. He sits up quickly, extremely confused. It was only at that moment, seeing all his surroundings, that he remembered. He was in The Capital. In Jungkook's assigned room. Because he was being a baby, and couldn't fall asleep by himself.

What he couldn't figure out was how they had gotten so close in their sleep. Jimin got in on one side of the bed, and fell asleep near the edge, and he knew Jungkook did the same. But they had gotten so close—Jungkook's arm had even rested over Jimin as he woke. He knew Jungkook liked to hold a pillow in his sleep—he was just more comfortable that way. But instead of a pillow, he had found Jimin.

If he were being honest, Jimin loved it. He wouldn't mind this just being their daily life, waking up to each other this close. If he were by himself with Jungkook, he would probably hug him back and go right back to sleep, because that's just how they've always been. He's never cuddled with Jungkook or anything, but they hug enough for Jimin to know Jungkook wouldn't mind it. He wasn't extremely touchy, but he let Jimin do such things. Selfishly, Jimin really liked that he was the only one.

Jimin wanted to know how it felt to sleep in Jungkook's arms. He had thought about it a lot as he fell asleep, in his own bed back at home. Admittedly, he spent a lot of time thinking of wistful scenarios. He couldn't help it, especially since so much of his time was spent with Jungkook.

But, due to the fiery red he first saw when he opened his eyes, he knew the two of them weren't alone. Hoseok was there, obviously. It was his loud noise that woke Jimin up in the first place.

"Morning, Mimmie," Jungkook sits up and stretches, his voice husky. Jimin loved it when his voice reached that scratchy deep octave—it was so incredibly attractive. Jimin never typically thought of Jungkook in this way. Dirty thoughts made him uncomfortable, and Jungkook was just so cute anyways. His bunny smile, his shy personality, Jimin adored it all.

But seeing him now, with messy hair, wrinkled clothes, slightly sweaty due to how thick the covers were? Jimin was more than ashamed with the stuff he was thinking in this moment. A bit of his guilt crept onto his face, tainting it pink, mixed with the slight desire brought on by his descriptive wandering mind. He wills himself to calm down, looking at the floor.

"Ah, Mimmie!" Jimin didn't like the way his nickname sounded coming out of Hoseok's mouth. "You two are just the cutest!"

Jungkook hadn't seemed to realize Hoseok was there until he started speaking, and he looked up in surprise. "Oh, w-what are you doing here?"

"Of course, you're only shy when you found I was here, I should've known!" Hoseok chuckles, his nose scrunching. "You two are probably just the most adorable when you're alone together! Anyways I'm here to wake you up. I went to Jimin's room first, but it was empty. I got scared at first, but I knew you couldn't have gone far. Then I remembered how close you were and came here, to find the two of you cuddling just like a pair of snug bugs in a rug!"

"W-we weren't cuddling," Jungkook defends. Jimin didn't like the tone of voice. "I don't even know how we got like that, but it wasn't intentional."

"Either way, you guys get cuter every second—every millisecond, if I'm being honest!" Hoseok exclaims. "You're competing fiercely with my dog Mickey for the title of cutest thing in the world, you know. But that's not the point of me coming in here. Breakfast is in twenty minutes. Please be ready by then."