Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

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"Hyungie is the word I use infinitely, because he is my toy, my hero, my constant, my everything."

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Jimin stood in that cramped filthy-ass bathroom, his face twisted in disgust as he took in the hellhole around him. The cracked tiles were slathered in grime and the water dripped from some rusted pipe reeking like a dead animal on the floor.

The humid air clung to him like the remnants of a bad hangover. "What the actual fuck is this?" he muttered shuddering as if he had just touched something slimy.

His delicate hands hovered awkwardly, uncertain of what to touch without feeling even grosser than he already did.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was seated shirtless on a large rock a few meters away facing the grimy bathroom. A cigarette hung lazily between his fingers its smoke curling into the thick unpleasant air.

He watched Jimin spin around like a lost child his face twisted in a mix of horror and frustration. Jungkook took a slow drag from his cigarette releasing the smoke with a smirk. "Always so dramatic" he chuckled to himself.

"Hyungie!" Jimin called out his voice brimming with urgency.

Jungkook didn't respond immediately. He flicked the ash off his cigarette and glanced at Jimin through the doorway. Up close Jimin appeared even more distressed-his hair was tousled his lips pressed together tightly and his face displayed deep betrayal.

"What is it now?" Jungkook inquired his tone dripping with boredom though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"How the fuck am I supposed to shower in this godforsaken hellhole?" Jimin waved his arms like a madman, his voice rising to a pitch that could shatter glass. "The water smells like rancid piss the floor's a total biohazard and I swear I just saw something-Jesus Christ it MOVED in the corner!"

Jungkook rolled his eyes taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the damp ground and crushing it underfoot like a pathetic bug. He straightened up and casually brushed his hands together.

"Welcome to your charming little shack darling. It's a tribal village not your cozy five-star resort" he remarked with a lazy shrug. "Now just get your ass in there and shower already."

But Jimin wasn't having any of it. He stomped out of the bathroom his bare feet splashing water everywhere as he approached Jungkook. His pout deepened and his big innocent eyes narrowed as he drew closer. Without uttering a word he wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck. The younger boy pushed half of his body against Jungkook while completely ignoring the older man's shocked face.

"Hyungie" Jimin whined in a high-pitched pleading tone. "It's gross and I can't do it. The water stinks and it's so cold. Can't you just help me?" His words were muffled as he buried his face against Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow his hands remaining at his sides and not returning the gesture. His silence made Jimin pout even harder his trembling lips betraying his frustration as he tightened his grip eliciting a deep sigh from Jungkook.

Slumping his broad shoulders, Jungkook looked down at Jimin who clung to him like someone much younger. The boy seemed too fragile for this world evident in every whine and pout.