Underneath The Surface (JiKook)

Chapter 9

Jungkook let the door slam shut behind him as he hurriedly left the showers. His thoughts were jumbled and he ran his shaking hands raggedly through his still slightly damp hair.

He didn't want to think about what had just gone down in the locker room so he decided to just head back to the bunker.

"Uh...are you okay, Jungkookie?" Taehyung lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. He had a bouncy ball in his hand that he must have been throwing up in the air before Jungkook had come back.

"Fine." Jungkook stated coldly. He was mad at Jimin for taking advantage of him like that. Jungkook was straight...right? Well Jimin did look pretty handso-

Jungkook cut himself off mentally before he could think the rest of that sentence.

Instead of laying down in his bed he headed straight to the bunker's washroom. Jungkook flung open all the cabinets, frantically searching for razor blades. He found a bag of them in the very back corner of the space under the sink.

Jungkook thought for a second about the poor plumbing system and how well it might handle this before he flushed all the blades down the toilet. He didn't think twice as he left the bathroom, going to sit down on his bed.

The other roommates exchanged slightly confused and worried looks before giving up and going back to what they had been doing for the past eight hours.

Jungkook heard the door creak open and looked up from the thread on his blanket he had been picking at. Jimin strolled into the room, immediately making eye contact with Jungkook and not breaking it.

Jimin gestured for Jungkook to come with him as he walked back out into the hallway. Confused, Jungkook swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up slowly. The other boys paid no mind to the two, barely even noticing their awkward state.

Jungkook heard the door squeak as it slammed behind him. He cringed when the loud noise echoed down the empty hallways. Jungkook turned to look for Jimin, but was suddenly slammed against the wall of the corridor before he could look any farther.

Jungkook stared into Jimin's dark brown eyes and didn't dare blink. The older boy came closer to Jungkook's face, occasionally letting his gaze dart down to his captive's lips.

Oh gosh not again.

Right when Jimin came unnecessarily close to Jungkook's face, he moved his head so his mouth was lined up with Jungkook's ear.

"Tell no one." Jungkook got goosebumps as he felt Jimin's warm breath against his skin. He abruptly pulled away, glared at Jungkook, then opened the door back into the bunker and let it slam behind him.

Jungkook wasn't entirely sure what Jimin was implying. Should he not tell anyone about the near kiss in the locker room, or the cutting? It didn't matter. Jungkook was pretty sure Jimin didn't want either of those pieces of information to get out. He was completely sure he didn't want one of those happenings getting out.

Jungkook ran his hands through his hair and groaned. Why did Jimin have to be mad at him? Shouldn't Jungkook be mad?

That was the strange thing. He wasn't.

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Jimin mentally screamed at himself. What was he thinking? Jungkook was handsome and all, but he didn't have to go and scare the poor kid like that. He was probably straight anyways.

He won't be for long, Jimin thought with a smirk. He licked his lips and let his head fall back on the headboard of his bed. He had almost kissed him.

How Jimin had savored those few moments when he had been so close to Jungkook.