𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

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Jimin skims through the clips Soobin sent. That punk really has the gut to send him these types of videos. The obscene activities done in the videos causes Jimin's face to burn, his mouth to gape. Immediately, he turns the phone off.

Soobin is really crossing a line this time. He's dead once Jimin returns.

Heart racing, Jimin washes his hands with cool water before going back to the kitchen.

As if nothing happened, calmly he sits back on the chair. Once he picks up the chopsticks, his eyes meet with the person sitting across.

Jungkook stares intently, observing something abnormal in Jimin's sweet but tense eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Jimin questions, at the same time stuffing food into his mouth.

"I can't enjoy looking at you?" Jungkook says with a faint smile.

"Of course, you can look. Look all you want." Jimin munches his food, proudly nodding his head along.

Once dinner is done, Jimin asks Jungkook to do the dishes while he takes a shower. He feels much more refreshing now. After the shower, he walks into the bedroom he claimed earlier. To his surprise, he finds an uninvited guest on the bed.

Jungkook is lying on the bed, on his belly, propped up on his elbows, playing a phone game. Seems like Jungkook won't budge-he's not going to sleep separately in the other room.

"You're dressed like you're going somewhere," Jungkook comments without glancing up.

"I am. To the barn's office." Jollily, Jimin skips toward Jungkook. "Do you want to come along?" he asks, craning his neck down to look at him.

Jungkook exits the game and throws the phone to the burgundy couch by the bed. He rises up from the bed to meet Jimin, noticing that the alluring person's hair hasn't even fully dried, yet he's looking to leave again.

"Jimin-ssi, can I see your hand?" he asks with his doe-eyes.

"Hmm? Why?" Jimin's eyebrows furrow in wonder. He brings his hand toward his face and observes it. Nothing wrong with it.

Click! His wrist is cuffed with a handcuff.

What's this?!

Jimin instantly pulls his wrist away-but can't when the other person holds tightly to the other side of the handcuffs. Easily, Jungkook captures Jimin's other wrist and cuffs it.

The hell?!

Jimin looks at his two bounded wrists. One of them is red, hurting from the pull just now.

"What are you doing?!" he raises his voice in panic, glaring at Jungkook.

What craziness has gotten into him again?!

Is he losing his mind again?!

Jungkook maintains his silence, only releasing a huge breath through his tightened jaw. His head cocks to the side. His eyes are fierce in response. And needless to say, Jimin feels it right away-this silent kind of Jungkook is like a volcano close to erupting but he's still trying to restrain himself.

Or maybe not.

Jungkook inches closer to Jimin while Jimin subconsciously inches backward.

Jimin observes Jungkook's face to find answers and all he finds is the calm before the storm. It's like clouds are dragging over Jungkook's head.

It feels familiar, not the good kind of familiarity. Not good at all.

To avoid being cornered, Jimin runs from his current spot, only to feel himself wrapped from behind by a pair of strong arms. At once, he's thrown into the bed. As soon as his back hits the mattress, he scoots back against the bed board where the pillows are. His hands spontaneously jerk for release from the handcuffs.