Fuck You • MiniMoni ➳ Jikook

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A/N: SMUT!! (no I will not be alerting y'all every time there's a smut chapter because that's no fun and there will be smut or at least something sexual very often)

Jimin could die.

After the karaoke confession and late-night movie session, Jungkook invited Jimin over more often. The younger man admitted that he preferred private spaces—specifically his home—to public outings.

Jimin found himself agreeing.

But that wasn't why he could die. Actually, it was much worse than that. Jungkook had invited him over to make and devour a seafood boil and of course, Jimin agreed. When Jimin arrived they immediately began cleaning and seasoning.

It all fell apart when Jimin prepared a small pot to boil the corn. Jungkook had reentered the kitchen just as Jimin went to move the pot. Unfortunately, Jimin was moving too fast for Jungkook and he had a tight grip on the pot. It happened like a nightmare: they clashed, the pot flew, the almost boiling water splashed all over Jungkook, Jungkook screamed.

"Oh my god!?" Jimin shrieked as he slid the pot away.

Jungkook made quick moves of throwing off his shirt and ripping off his pants, kicking the clothes away from his body as he tried to swallow down the searing pain. Jimin quickly soaked a towel in cold water and ran it over Jungkook's bright red chest and legs, muttering apologies through the whole thing.

Now, as Jimin sat in front of Jungkook as he sat on his bed and Jimin sat on a stool, he was absolutely mortified.

He delicately applied a burning cream to prevent it from welting more and becoming blistered. His face was screwed up as he felt the hot and raised skin under his hands. The water had splashed Jungkook's thighs, shoulders, and abdominal area.

"You know, if you wanted me to take off my shirt, you could've just asked. No need to scald me."

"Oh my gosh, please be quiet. I'm genuinely so embarrassed and I'm so sorry, Jungkook."

"If it scars, I'm suing."

"And you have every right," Jimin fretted as he gently applied the cream to Jungkook's stomach—he had started with his thighs.

"I'm just kidding Jimin," Jungkook laughed as Jimin began to wrap his thighs and shoulders with bandages.

"Ugh, I feel so bad. How the hell did that even happen?" Jimin huffed as he smoothed the cream over Jungkook's chest.

Jimin ignored how firm Jungkook felt under his hands and how far Jungkook's tattoos went. They were beautiful. Jimin wouldn't tell him that though.

"It was an accident," Jungkook shrugged.

"What if the water had been boiling? Or what if the metal pot had slipped out of my hands and hit you too? Ugh!" Jimin grumbled as he wrapped bandages around Jungkook's stomach and chest, up to his armpits.

Jimin had to get close to Jungkook when he wrapped the bandages around Jungkook's back and he smelt so nice. His nose and lips got a little too close to Jungkook's chest and Jimin felt something in his stomach. The sweet smile Jungkook gave him to reassure him made that 'something' react violently.

"Don't put a shirt or pants on for the time being," Jimin sighed as he put the cream and excess bandages away.

"Ooh, so you want me naked?"

Jimin scowled. "Keep your underwear on, freak."

Jungkook chuckled as Jimin returned the first aid kit to Jungkook's bathroom.