Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

05

Jungkook stepped through the front door, weary from the day's demands, instinctively loosening his tie as the comforting aroma of home enveloped him. Before he could even set his bag down, a vibrant voice rang out from the hallway.

"Hyungieeee!"

He barely had time to steady himself when Jimin, clad in a snug, half-waisted top and shorts, rushed down the hall like a gleeful child and leapt into Jungkook's arms.

"Oh, my hunk oppa! You're back!" Jimin squealed, his legs wrapping around Jungkook's waist while his arms clung to his neck.

Jungkook laughed, adjusting to Jimin's weight. "Jimin, one day you're going to throw us both off balance!"

In the living room, J-Hope and Taehyung lounged casually, casting amused glances at the unfolding scene. J-Hope waved languidly. "Hey, Jimin, give the guy a break, okay? He's just home."

Taehyung chuckled. "Yeah, let him catch his breath before you tackle him!"

But Jimin paid them no mind, tightening his hold on Jungkook. Now securely cradled in Jungkook's embrace, he declared, "Noooo, I'm not letting go! Hyungie belongs to me now!" He nuzzled into Jungkook's neck, radiating joy.

Jungkook chuckled, effortlessly shifting Jimin to one side as he carried him like a plush toy. He handed his bag to a nearby servant, still keeping Jimin supported with one arm. "Could you take this to my room, please?" he requested as he headed toward the stairs.

Jimin kicked his legs playfully in the air, still attached to Jungkook like a little koala. "Don't go to the room without me, hyungie! I'll miss you!"

"You're literally in my arms right now; how could you miss me?" Jungkook teased, shaking his head with a smile.

Upon reaching the room, Jungkook gently laid Jimin down on the bed, his brow slightly furrowing as he recalled the faint scar Jimin had mentioned earlier on the phone. "What's that scar from?" he inquired, caressing Jimin's waist through the fabric and lifting the hem of his shorts to get a better look.

Jimin's expression turned wide-eyed for a brief moment as he quickly yanked his shorts back up, his face scrunching in an apparent effort to hide something. "Oh, um... it's nothing! Just a little... accident. No big deal!" he stammered. "I already told you..."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, kneeling beside him. "Jimin, don't lie. That doesn't look like 'nothing'." His tone balanced softness with firmness as he carefully pulled Jimin's shorts up again, scrutinizing the scar. "This looks like a nail scratch. How did this happen?"

Jimin squirmed under Jungkook's gaze, biting his lip as he scrambled for an excuse. "Uh, I... I fell? On... on something sharp... while playing..."

Jungkook's expression deepened, concern replacing amusement. "Something sharp like a nail? Who let you near something like that?" His voice, now serious, held a tone of concern. "Jimin, tell me the truth."

Jimin hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands. "Okay, okay... it was Hyung-Sungwoon-hyung," he mumbled nervously.

"Sungwoon-hyung?" Jungkook echoed, his expression darkening. "He did this?"

Jimin fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable. "I don't think he meant it, but... he was being kind of weird. Like, touching my waist, saying strange things about how... how soft my skin is."

Jungkook's jaw tightened, anger simmering beneath the surface at the thought of his cousin's behavior around Jimin. Yet, he inhaled deeply, striving to maintain his composure. "Did he hurt you?" he asked quietly, gently brushing Jimin's hair away from his face.