"Hyung... did mom and dad really left us?" The nine years old boy sobbed, hiding his face in the crock of Jungkook's neck - not wanting to witness his dead parents infront of him as he clutched onto the shirt of his older brother who had him in his...
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AN : I saw some of you asking for smut in the previous chapter but let me tell you guys one thing. It's hard for me to write drunken sex or anything related to being drunk. I want to write smut when they are aware of their feelings and doesn't have anything interrupting their way. Then and only then I'll write smut.
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The moon hanged proudly in the dark sky with star's surrounding, adding more to it's beauty as the cricket sounds swimmed through the air. It was midnight and Jeon mansion was silent, but there was no guarantee it'll remain like that.
Jungkook's eyes opened with flutter, looking around to find himself in Jimin's room. He glanced beside him when he felt the weight on his arm, only to find his younger brother sleeping naked in his arms. His eyes widened softly, his mind foggy with remnants of the last night.
He laid there, his heart racing speedily as memories from last night came crawling back in his mind. His mouth went dry, his heart feeling heavy as he realised what he and Jimin just did. He gradually got his back off the bed, minding to not wake up the younger who was sleeping soundly. He felt his head throbbing badly, a side effect of the alcohol but he didn't mind that.
Jungkook glanced at Jimin, his heart filled with regret recalling back what happened between both of them. He reached out and ran his thumb across Jimin's cheek, his eyes pooling with tears. He pulled the duvet off from his naked body and wore his boxer, before slipping himself into the pant he wore previously.
The older ran his hand through his hair and sat at the edge of the bed, his elbows rested on his thighs and his fingers interlocked. He thought back everything, and he knew he had crossed a line he promised himself to never cross. His chest tightened, his heart feeling mixture of emotions.
Even if Jimin loved him the same, their love was forbidden.
The reputation, The dead Jeon couple, Mr Kang, Miss Yoo-ri, Jimin's future; everything was haunting Jungkook's mind. He's regretting how the situation is, but he sure as hell would never regret what he did with Jimin. He loves Jimin, and there's no way anyone can change that.
But Jungkook's heart feels heavy thinking back to his parents who saw them as two little brother's who had a strong unbreakable bond. Tears pooled in Jungkook's eyes, his lips quivering as he cried softly.
Jimin's eyes fluttered open, meeting with the ceiling. He moved his head to see the older sitting by the edge of the bed. A beautiful smile crossed his lips, his cheeks radiating with happiness as his mind flooded with the memories of last night. He quickly grabbed his boxer and Jungkook's neat white shirt before wearing it.
He move a bit forward, his eyes quickly catching the sight of marks on Jungkook's back that he must've created last night. His hand subconsciously caressed the nail marks, passing soothing comfort through his fingertips.
