You Never Know [JIKOOK]

60. Bunny

2 MONTHS LATER

"Hyuuung!"

Jimin stopped folding their clothes on the bed and turned just in time to see Minju running toward him—completely naked, his tiny arms outstretched. Jimin blinked, then chuckled as his younger brother hugged his waist tightly, giggling.

"What happened, baby?" he asked, ruffling Minju's soft hair.

Minju pouted adorably. "I don't wanna wear pink clothes! But Kuku is forcing me!"

Jimin chuckled and leaned down to kiss Minju's chubby cheek. "Oh no, that sounds serious," he teased. "You don't like pink?"

Minju huffed, crossing his arms. "Nope!"

"C'mon, Juju~"

Jungkook's deep, sing-song voice echoed from the walk-in closet before he emerged—shirtless, clad only in tight black boxers. His toned, muscular body was on full display, each defined muscle flexing as he leaned against the doorframe. Jimin swallowed hard, feeling heat creep up his cheeks. His gaze flickered away quickly, but not before catching the unmistakable smirk on Jungkook's lips.

This bastard knows exactly what he's doing.

"I don't want to!" Minju whined, burying his face in Jimin's side.

Jungkook strode forward, towering over them with a playful grin. "But it was Jin hyung's gift," he coaxed. "Don't you want to wear it just once?"

Jimin bit his lip, willing himself to focus on his brother's predicament instead of Jungkook's deliberate display. He wasn't stupid—he knew Jungkook was doing this on purpose. Standing so close. Arms crossed over his broad chest. That damn bulge in his boxers completely evident.

Wicked, shameless man.

"W-why don't you go to the closet and pick whatever you want to wear?" Jimin stammered, quickly redirecting Minju's attention.

The little boy gasped in delight before pressing a kiss to Jimin's cheek. "Thank you, hyung!" He then turned to Jungkook, stuck out his tongue playfully, and ran off.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, watching Minju disappear. "Brat," he muttered fondly before flopping onto the bed beside Jimin.

Jimin exhaled and resumed folding clothes, pretending not to notice how close Jungkook was. He needed to finish packing for their vacation. But his focus wavered when he felt warm fingers glide over his bare thigh.

Jungkook's hand.

His large palm massaged the smooth skin, his fingers pressing lightly, tracing lazy circles. Jimin sucked in a sharp breath.

"Are you tired, beautiful?" Jungkook murmured, his voice low and husky.

Jimin gulped. "N-not yet. I need to—" He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. "I need to finish arranging our things first."

Jungkook chuckled, his breath fanning against Jimin's ear. "Why are you stuttering?" His hand inched higher, dangerously close to Jimin's inner thigh.

Jimin stiffened, his fingers clutching the fabric in his hands. "N-nothing—Jungkook!" He gasped when he felt warm lips press against his neck.

Jungkook hummed, kissing the faint hickey he'd left the night before. "Mmm. You smell amazing, love," he whispered, his lips trailing up to Jimin's jawline.

Jimin swatted his shoulder. "Minju's with us, Kook!"

Jungkook pulled back slightly, pouting like a scolded puppy. But his hands didn't leave Jimin's thigh. "Don't you want me?"