Till death do us part [ j.jk × p.jm ]

chapter - 39

Jungkook lay sprawled on his bed, his eyes fixed on the blank expanse of the ceiling above. The events of the evening replayed in his mind like a film stuck on a loop, each frame vivid and unyielding. He saw Jimin’s wide, surprised eyes, felt the softness of his sweet lips. The memory was as fresh as if it had just happened, and it haunted him.

“What the hell is going on?” Jungkook muttered to himself, frustration lacing his voice.

His thoughts were a tangled mess. Was it possible that he felt a genuine attraction to Jimin? Or had he kissed Jimin in a desperate attempt to find comfort after the tumultuous breakup with Taehyung? Each scenario tugged at him, leaving him more confused and conflicted.

He sighed deeply, the sound heavy in the quiet room. The weight of his emotions was pressing down on him, and he felt an overwhelming urge to escape from his own thoughts. But no matter how hard he tried, the images and feelings refused to leave him.

In a futile attempt to find clarity, Jungkook closed his eyes, hoping that shutting out the world might help him shut out his mind. But behind his closed lids, the scene played out again, more vividly than before. Jimin’s face, the surprise and something else—was it longing?—in his eyes, the warmth of his lips. The memory was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

“Shit..” he whispered harshly to himself, willing the thoughts to dissipate. He needed to regain control, to understand what was happening inside him. But the harder he tried to push the thoughts away, the more persistent they became.

Jimin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind unable to quiet itself. The room was dark, but the scene that replayed in his head was vivid, almost blinding in its intensity. He could still feel the warmth of Jungkook's hands on his face, the touch that had sent a jolt through him. It was as if Jungkook had left an indelible mark, not just on his skin but deep within his soul.

He turned over, pulling the blanket tighter around him, trying to find solace in its warmth. Sleep, however, remained elusive. The look in Jungkook's eyes haunted him—an intensity Jimin had never seen before, not in all the days they'd known each other. Their relationship had always been a tumultuous one, filled with bickering and teasing. They thrived on challenging each other, pushing buttons and boundaries. But this... this was different. Had it been because they'd grown closer recently? Or was it something else entirely, something he couldn't yet grasp?

He brought his fingers to his lips, the memory of the kiss flooding back with an intensity that made his heart race. Jungkook's lips had been soft yet firm, a contrast that left Jimin breathless. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they clung to him like a shadow.

"Fucking Jeon Jungkook," he muttered, a mix of anger and something else he couldn't quite name. Desperation? Confusion? Desire? He didn't know. All he knew was that nothing made sense anymore.

He remembered the moment vividly. They had been arguing, as usual, voices raised, tension crackling in the air. Jimin could still see the determination in his eyes, the way his jaw had set, and then... then the world had tilted on its axis as Jungkook's lips met his.

Jimin groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. Why couldn't he just forget it? Why did it have to feel so significant, so life-altering? "It's just a kiss," he told himself, but even as he said the words, he knew they weren't true. It hadn't been just a kiss. It had been a declaration, a shift, a moment that had changed everything.

He tried to think of anything else, but his mind kept returning to Jungkook, to the way he had looked at him, the feel of his hands, the press of his lips. It was maddening. Jimin punched the pillow in frustration. "Fuck you, Jungkook!" he said again, but there was less heat in his voice this time, more a sense of resignation.