cold feet [1]

twenty four

third person point of view

It was almost 3am by the time Jungkook finally got home from his shift. The shift was meant to end at 2am, but he had stopped by a few drunk people on his way back to the station. Originally he had just wanted to check that they had a safe place to get home to, but then one started threatening to kill someone, so he had to bring them in. He was confident they wouldn't have, but he didn't want to make a mistake and ignore the verbal threat, leading in a murder case a week later. Hopefully his co-workers could handle the man once he'd sobered up.

It was a surprise for him to come home to a house still full of people. Namjoon and Hoseok were both sleeping beside each other on the couch. Seokjin was next to them on an extra mattress pulled from under Jimin's bed. Speaking of his housemate, Jungkook searched the room for him and his extra friend, Yoongi nowhere to be seen. So he wandered over to Jimin's room, knocking lightly before entering, not expecting a reply from the boy who was most likely dead asleep. Upon enter he found two people, Jimin fast asleep with his head resting on Yoongi's shins.

"Umm, that's new..." He murmured, announcing his presence which caused Yoongi to look up from his phone. After seeing the younger, he looked down at Jimin then back up at Jungkook.

"I don't know." He said blankly neforr returning to scrolling through his phone. "He was tired and couldn't sleep, wanted me to lay with him." Jungkook nodded, not really expecting an explanation for the affection Yoongi showed towards the younger. He smiled, eyes catching on the way Jimin had one hand wrapped around Yoongi's wrist, the older using his other hand to hold his phone and type.

"Why is everyone still here?" Jungkook decided to veer away from the sight, clearly not going to get anything further from his two friends.

"I don't know." The empty reply made him roll his eyes, the act caught in Yoongi's peripheral as he smirked smugly. "You're a sunshine today, aren't ya," he snickered, glancing up to inspect the youngest of their friend group still in his beat cop uniform. It suited him well, the navy complimenting his raven hair. Yoongi watched as the boy stuck his hand into his bag and brought out a little packet of chocolates.

"Was going to give them to Jimin but since he's asleep you can have them." Yoongi grinned, catching the packet in one hand as his other remained captured in Jimin's embrace

"You're a blessing Kook. Now go to bed, it's late and you've worked 14 hours." The younger didn't argue, looking like he would drop to the floor any second from exhaustion.

Exiting his housemates room, he dragged his heavy body towards his own room, throwing his bag somewhere in the corner, not really caring where it landed. Then he collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the blank ceiling. Despite the fatigue that turned every single one of his muscles to lead, he couldn't seem to close his eyes without that dreaded boy filling his thoughts. It felt like his entire existed was devoted to Taehyung, no matter the anger and fear he felt, he wanted more. Anything that meant being in that boy's presence. It was disorienting, maddening. Like every thought took his breath away until the only source of oxygen became Taehyung.

God he was a fool to think he could ever hold a grudge against Taehyung. That pout from his patrol painted in his mind, the way he grinned with a playfulness that could not be found anywhere else.

With the thoughts of seeing the blonde boy again soon, his eyelids drifted shut and he fell into an empty sleep.

jimin's point of view

At first I woke up slowly, consciousnes slipping in and out. Then I freaked to find an arm wrapped loosely around my torso, warmth pressed close. Before I could stop it, a scream escaped and I scrambled to my feet, nearly having a heart attack and falling off the bed. That moment of panic paused the moment I realised who it was beside me, calming my breathing and smiling at the annoyed frown on Yoongi's face as he stirred from his own slumber.

"What the hell Jimin, at least get up quietly." My face flushed as I looked down at his bare chest. He followed my gaze, adding a smirk to his expression before covering himself with a blanket and going still again.

Damn it Jimin.

I scolded myself as I walked to the bathroom, finding a change of clothes to wear.

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When I emerged, still drying my hair with a towel the smell of bacon and eggs filled the air. I breathed it in, uncovering my vision to look down at the table set up in front of me. Namjoon and Hoseok were already half way through their serving, Seokjin was finishing the last platter. Jungkook wasn't with them.

"Where's Kook? Did he get home okay?" I asked curiously. Namjoon nodded, pulling out the chair beside him for me to take.

"In bed still. We got Hoseok to check on him earlier, he's still asleep. None of us were awake when he got home." I nodded, taking a seat beside my friend and grabbing for some cutlery. "Where's Yoongi?" I felt my face heat up at the name, fingers fumbling with the fork before it clattered to the table. I tried to turn away, that blush crawling up my neck.

"He's ... probably still sleeping." Namjoon frowned, raising an eyebrow at my reaction.

"Where did he sleep?" The colour of my face deepened as I looked down at the plate. I refused to look up when I heard my bedroom door open, curling up into a ball of mortified mess when I heard Hoseok burst out laughing, nearly falling off his chair.

"Oh my god! Jimin slept with Yoongi!" The aforementioned approached the table, giving a puzzled look as he finished adjusting his belt. His face flushed slightly when he realised the situation.

"What? No! Not what you're thinking." He growled, trying to sound intimidating but it wasn't working. Hoseok had to put down his food to stop himself from choking as he gasped for air. "You see! This is why I never comfort you! You get me into these kind of situations!" Yoongi protested towards me. I looked up at him, giving a slight grin, deciding to play into the assumptions that seemed to be unfolding.

"But you enjoyed it, right?" Now that made Hoseok choke, Namjoon having to slam a hand on his back to get his airways clear.

"What?!" He shrieked, mouth falling open in stupor. Now it was my turn to laugh seeing Yoongi cover his face in embarrassment. Namjoon just shook his head in disbelief

"You three... I swear." I smiled, pulling out a seat for Yoongi to sit. Eventually he did, but not before giving my arm a playful yet determined punch.

"You owe me." Yoongi sneered with a bitten back grin. I chuckled, biting the end of my fork as he sat back and stared down the older in silent challenge.

"Of course," I said thoughtfully, before adding a quip that sent Yoongi redder than my hair. "I'll make it up to you tonight." He jolted his head to stare down at his plate, and didn't speak to me for the next half hour.

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As we all sat around the table eating and talking quietly, Seokjin started up a conversation about an idea he had for the six of us to spend Christmas together. Normally Jungkook spent it with family, but his sister had been needing time away from everyone, it was too painful for her to be celebrating through her grief. Surely Jungkook's parents wouldn't mind if we all hosted for him instead.

Seokjin was just about to explain the thoughts he had for a gift giving outline when a loud crash was heard from Jungkook's room. I looked up immediately dropping my cutlery and getting up to run down the hall. Though I was knocked to the ground in an instant. I stared up at Jungkook, the younger's face was hard to read. Eyes darting frantically as he was still trying to shimmy on his boots. His hair was a mess, still dressed in his uniform that was crumpled and had imprinted lines into his skin from sleeping against the uncomfortable layers.

"Kook? What are you doing?" He frowned, looking down at me with those eyes swirling with uncertainty

"Sorry." He murmured quickly before grabbing his bag and darting down the hallway, running out the door before any one could get a word in.

"What's wrong with him?" Hoseok asked, swallowing the final remnants of the meal.

"I don't know. But he looked scared."

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