Detonate Me, Granulate Me | BTS

Chapter 18

Jungkook collapses onto the bed the moment he walks in, a sheen of sweat over his body. God, it's so hot, the weather pushing 35 degrees, and coming down from the intensity of his morph isn't helping. Jimin's now in the experiment room, and although Jungkook really wants to be around to watch as Jimin undergoes his transformation, he's just too worn out and hot, his head pounding and sweat trailing down his neck.

It's weird. Jungkook's immune system is usually great, so these morphing drugs must have had a really strong effect on him if they can make him feel so shaky and feverish. Jungkook groans, kicking off the blankets and curling up on his side. Maybe a nap will help.

Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to ignore the way each pulse sends a sharp shiver through his body. He lies there, still, steadying his breathing, but the sweat won't stop dropping in streams from his forehead, down his neck. It's hot, so fucking hot, and Jungkook grunts, stripping off his shirt and pants, lying there on the bed in nothing but his underwear.

Water. Water will help.

With shaky legs, Jungkook gets up, the tips of his fingers and toes tingling, breathing shallow, limbs heavy, heart abuzz. This is a hell of a fever, he thinks, grabbing the jug and downing the entire thing, to have him so disoriented, or there's something seriously wrong. Maybe he should go outside and tell Namjoon, tell him that something's fucking wrong with the morphing drug, to stop Jimin and Taehyung from taking it.

But before Jungkook can do anything, the trapdoor lifts, and Jimin's climbing down the stepladder, looking similarly exhausted and sweaty, and—fuck.

Something stirs in the pit of Jungkook's stomach, something feral, something carnal, and Jungkook lets out a loud whimper.

Fuck. This is definitely not a fever.

If Jungkook had thought Jimin's scent had been captivating before, it's positively intoxicating now. Jimin shuts the trapdoor, turning to look at Jungkook on the bed, and Jungkook feels the space between his thighs slick up. Fuck. He's never gotten this wet before, ever, but it's taken all of two seconds for him to start dripping out of his ass, and all Jimin did was look at him.

"Shit," Jungkook curses under his breath, curling up as small as he can go, holding a pillow between his legs. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks, voice gravelly. His eyes are not so gentle today, a deep, steely blue, and Jungkook turns around, not meeting Jimin's gaze. "Jungkook."

It's not meant to be like this. Jimin is a Canidae, for god's sake. Jimin is a Canidae, and yet...

Jungkook wants Jimin to fuck him, right now, so much, so, so much.

Before Jungkook can react, can get his head around this overwhelming rush of feelings, the trapdoor opens again, and Taehyung bounds into the room.

"Hey," Taehyung says, shutting the trapdoor behind him with a bang that rattles the room. "Namjoon and Yoongi said they needed to rejig some stuff so I'll be doing my morph tomorrow." Taehyung reaches the edge of the bed, then stops in his tracks, sniffing the air. "Whoa, what's that smell?"

"It's Jungkook," Jimin says, voice low, and even turned the other way, Jungkook can still feel Jimin's eyes staring holes into his back. "The smell is Jungkook."

"Jungkook?" Taehyung asks, tapping Jungkook on the shoulder. Jungkook closes his eyes, trying not to rub against the pillow too much, for fear the friction will make him come right then and there. "Jungkook, are you feeling okay?"

"He's not okay," Jimin growls out, climbing onto the bed and grabbing Jungkook's shoulders, pulling so that Jungkook's on his back instead of his side. "He's definitely not okay."