kiss an angel( Jikook ver.)

Chapter 12

Jungkook decided he had never seen anything more pitiful in his life than his poor little silly of a
husband. He turned away from the pot of chili he was making to watch Jimin stumble into the
trailer, his clothes filthier than those of the most ill-kempt workers. Pieces of hay and the residue from several kinds of animal feed clung to what was left of his ponytail. His arms were streaked with mud. He also stank. Since he’d been the target of an annoyed llama more than once himself, he recognized the smell.

“Got too close to Lollipop, did you?”

Jimin muttered something indecipherable and dragged himself toward the donnicker.
He smiled as he stirred the chili.

“I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say?”

Jimin's response came to him in the polite, well-bred accent of a young man accustomed to the
finer things in life.

“Go to blazes.” He shut the door with a thud.

Jungkook chuckled. “I take it that it was your first encounter with a llama?”

Jimin didn’t reply.

He threw in another tablespoon of chili powder, added some hot sauce for good measure, and took a taste. Too bland.

There was still no sound from the donnicker, not even running water. With a frown, he set down the hot sauce.

“Jimin?”

When he didn’t answer,Jungkook made his way to the door and knocked.

“Jimin? Are you all right?”

Nothing.

He turned the knob and looked inside to see him standing frozen in front of the mirror with tears
creeping soundlessly down his cheeks as he stared at his reflection.

Something soft and unfamiliar turned over inside him. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Jimin didn’t move, and the tears continued to trail down his cheeks.

“I was never really pretty, not
like my mother, but now I’m ugly.”

Instead of irritating him, Jimin badly battered vanity seemed somehow touching.

“I think you’re beautiful, angel face, even dirty. You’ll feel better after you’re cleaned up."

Jimin remained motionless, gazing at his reflection while the tears dripped off his chin.

He crouched down beside Jimin, lifted his legs one by one, and pulled off his sneakers and socks.

“Please go away.” Jimin spoke with the same quiet dignity he’d observed several times in the past ten days as he’d struggled to complete one difficult task after another.

“You’re just doing this because I’m crying again, but it’s only because I’m tired. I’m sorry. You mustn’t mind.”

“I didn’t even notice you were crying,” He lied, unsnapping his jeans and, after a moment’s
hesitation, pulling them down over his hips. The sweet sweep of those slim legs instantly aroused him, and he had to tear his gaze away from those tempting thighs .

How much longer was Jungkook going to be able to keep his hands off him? For the past week and a half, Jimin had been so tired he could barely stand up, but all Jungkook could think about was burying himself in his soft, pliant body. It had gotten to the point where he couldn’t even look at him without getting hard, and that irritated the hell out of him. He liked to be in control of every aspect of his life, and he clearly wasn’t in control of this one.