/My Secret Crush / Jikook~

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A/N: SMUT WARNING ⚠️

PROTECT YOUR INNOCENCE (BUT LET'S BE REAL, YOU WON'T)

In the dim light, Jungkook's features seem even more striking. He gazes down, his eyes locking onto Jimin's. His words leave Jimin feeling stunned, like he's been slapped. The pain on his lips from their intense kissing brings him back to reality, reminding him that this is no dream or imagination. Jimin regains his composure, but his mind reels as if a bomb has been dropped. He can't breathe for a moment, struggling to believe what he's heard.

"What?" Jimin asks, puzzled, his voice barely above a whisper. "With me....?"

Jungkook doesn't repeat himself, instead smiling enigmatically as he touches jimin's lips with his finger. The gesture is unmistakable, leaving Jimin wide awake and flustered. Despite knowing Jungkook's shamelessness, Jimin never expected him to be so bold and unrestrained.

Jimin's heart races erratically, the sound echoing in his ears. He wonders if Jungkook can hear it too.

Why is he nervous?

He shouldn't be! But his heart betrays him, pounding loudly.

Jimin lifts his gaze, and their eyes lock in a sparkling connection. Jungkook's face inches closer, his warm breath dancing across Jimin's skin. Jimin's heart skips a beat as he prepares himself for another kiss.

But instead, he asks, "So, you drank all that to boost your courage?" The question hangs in the air, shattering the romantic atmosphere like a dropped glass.

Jungkook's face falls, his eyes widening in surprise before he bursts into laughter. The sound is contagious, and Jimin finds himself smiling.

As they sat there, Jimin remembers why he left the bedroom - his parched throat and dry lips. If things hadn't taken a turn, he would have finished his water and returned to bed.

Jungkook's smile softens as he asks, "Why are you awake all of a sudden?"

Jimin's voice barely above a whisper, "I was thirsty... I got up to get a drink."

Jungkook's eyes crinkle at the corners as he scoops Jimin up, carrying him to the kitchen like a child. He sets Jimin down at the counter, his hands lingering on Jimin's waist.

As Jungkook heads to the fridge, the soft hum of the appliance and the creak of the door fill the silence. He returns with a chilled bottle of water, the condensation beading on the glass.

Jimin takes a refreshing sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. He asks, "Why did you drink so much?"

Jungkook's expression turns wistful, "I'm not in a good mood."

Jimin's curiosity piqued, "Why?"

Jungkook's smile is tinged with sadness, "I feel like I haven't been good to you."

Jimin's eyes narrow, "What do you mean? Which part of you hasn't been good to me?"

The question hangs in the air, but Jungkook doesn't answer. Instead, he stands silently near the counter, his gaze burning with intensity as he watches Jimin.

Jimin's eyes sparkled with concern, his eyebrows furrowed in a gentle scowl. "Are you sure you are not drunk?" he asked again, his voice gentle.

Jungkook's laughter filled the kitchen, deep and soothing, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "No, I'm not drunk," he said, his smile radiant.

Jimin's gaze lingered on Jungkook's face, searching for clues, his eyes scanning every inch of his features. "Then why are you saying strange things?" he pressed, his brow furrowed,