hybrid

twenty

jimin could only pull his legs to his chest and lean back on the couch, fiddling and uncomfortable as he tries all his might to keep his eyes on the television, ignoring the fox and rabbit hybrid's wild make out session by the kitchen counter.

it's already past six in the evening and still jungkook is nowhere to be found. but instead of crying like the last time, jimin waited. he knows jungkook is still at work since he called yoongi a few minutes ago that his shift is prolonged, something about covering for someone else's shift.

"chubs—" the male protagonist of the drama in the television says, and jimin honestly have no clue what the fuck is going on, having a hard time picking up the plot of the story.

he sighed, glancing up at the wall clock for like the umpteenth time tonight before pouting as he hears nothing other than the soft moans and groans of pleasure emitting from both hoseok and yoongi.

"geuki~" he whispers, gaze now directed at the two, wanting nothing but to feel jungkook's lips and his hands on his hips. sure he have no idea as to what those actions meant but he liked the feeling. he liked the feeling of being touched by jungkook, of being kissed and sent to oblivion.

he watched as the fox pulled hoseok's legs closer, the rabbit's head thrown back as he moans when yoongi leaned down to trail kisses along hoseok's jaw to his collarbones, a few breathy moans emitting from both their lips.

jimin could only pout as he watches the two hybrids being all touchy and sexual with each other, hoping nothing but to speed time so he could finally be with his human. he misses jungkook already. it's been only approximately six hours since the boy left him in both hoseok and yoongi's care but to say jimin was craving for jungkook's hazel orbs was a total understatement.

and seeing hoseok and yoongi being all lovey-dovey with each other didn't help either. just watching them just takes him back to the heated moments he had with jungkook. the way his lips felt so good and perfect against his; his contagious bunny smile that jimin could never get enough of; his voice as he whispers sweet nothings in his ears, filling his heart with such delight and euphoric.

with one last sigh, jimin pushed himself off the couch and slowly made his way to the couple, his hands safely by his side and his head hang low as he entered the kitchen, tugging on yoongi's sleeves.

"mhm, i-i'm busy jimin." yoongi moaned, attacking hoseok's lips senselessly, his hand tight against the rabbit's newly dyed blonde hair as he tilted his head from side to side to be able to get a better angle.

"j-jimin talk to kookie..." he mumbles, pouting as he reached to tug the ends of hoseok's shirt.

"y-yeah...later." hoseok moans, pulling yoongi closer until they were chest to chest.

jimin could only stand there, close to tears as he tries to tug yoongi's sleeves once more. "j-jimin talk to kookie~" he trails off, his vision slightly blurring as tears began clouding in his eyes.

this didn't go unseen by yoongi, sighing as he gently pushed hoseok away and fumbled something in his pocket, retrieving a rectangular device which jimin assumes as a cellular phone, remembering quite clearly the magical thing that once startled jimin when it blared so loudly that had the dog screaming and crying so early in the morning.

the dog shudders at the memory, the clear disgust gracing his features as his gaze locks on the small device in yoongi's hand. he watches as yoongi typed and scrolled something in the magical thingy before handing it to him with jungkook's whole name flashing on the screen, along with options that jimin has no clue which purpose each bears.