Enchanting | Jikook

7

For a few, quiet moments, they're both completely still, catching their breath, coming down from the high. Jimin has his eyes closed and tries to ignore the gentle ache in his legs from being in this position for way too long, and then Jungkook chuckles very, very quietly and Jimin immediately glares at the blurry mess he can see from where his head is resting right next to Jungkook's.

"If you say anything," he rasps, "anything stupid at all, I will rip your throat out with my bare teeth."

"Mm, that's hot," Jungkook says dryly, which probably qualifies as something stupid. Jimin contemplates biting his throat, but he's not feeling playful right now.

He's busy trying to ignore the way Jungkook's fingertips ghost over his back. "Exactly what I wanna hear right after sex. You gonna get off of me sometime this year or did I fuck you limp?"

"You couldn't fuck my grandma limp if you tried," Jimin mutters, wincing a little when he lifts himself off of Jungkook's softened cock and rolls to the side heavily. "And she's dead."

"Ew." He's on his back now, and Jungkook is next to him staring at him with an expression that would be almost comical if Jimin had a sense of humor right now. "Oh, that's gross. You're gross. I didn't expect you to be gross."

"Yeah, well," Jimin runs both of his hands down his face in favor of checking to see if that's really cum drying on his stomach or if he really has scratches on his thighs, "I turned out to be a lot of things you didn't expect me to be, didn't I?"

Jungkook laughs a little to that and hums in affirmation. From the corner of his eyes, Jimin can see him reach to the side to grab the scratchy-looking tissues from the nightstand and start cleaning up the mess Jimin left on him. Once he's discarded them along with his condom in the nearby trash bin with a perfect throw, he shifts a little to look at the alarm clock next to the tissue box.

"The room's paid for until ten in the morning, by the way," he says. "In case you wanna stay here."

Jimin raises his brows. "What, you wanna cuddle?" he asks flatly, propping himself up on aching elbows to squint at the clock too. It's just past one.

"Nah, I'm leaving as soon as I find the will to get up. It's Wednesday, Gotta prepare breakfast for my granny soon." He points an accusatory finger in Jimin direction. "And don't you dare think about fucking him."

It's Jimin's turn to give him a lazily disgusted glare now, but it's gone quickly when Jungkook forces himself up into a sitting position and starts fishing for his pants with a foot.

It was weird enough to hear it from Hoseok, but it's even weirder now that Jungkook himself has said it. He really doesn't look like someone who makes breakfast for grandpa's.

"So that's not code for anything?" Jimin asks, sounding less serious than he feels. "You really do spend every Wednesday with your grandfather?"

"Yup." Jungkook is buckling his belt already and looking for his shirt, only shooting Jimin a glance when he's found it, and snorting at his frown.

"Hey, I'm sorry I have a personality behind the whole problem child trope you're not willing to look past," he says while pulling his shirt over his head with entirely too much unnecessary arm flailing. Then he offers a grin that's just bitter enough to make Jimin feel bad. "Disappointing, I know."

Jimin opens his mouth and closes it again. He can still feel the last aftershocks of his orgasm buzz faintly through his body, he's not nearly coherent enough to have a good answer to that. He's kind of amazed that Jungkook was coherent enough to throw something like that at him, and that he can pull on his boots and jacket now without falling over. Not like that makes him feel any better about what just went down.

Just as Jimin realizes he should maybe try to do some damage control and grit out something resembling an apology or whatever (and tell Jungkook that he definitely misunderstood Jimin here), Jungkook glances around the room one last time and already puts his hand on the door handle.

"See you around, Jimin," he says.

And he leaves Jimin lying there, naked and freezing a bit, staring after him with a sinking feeling of regret that definitely does not mix well with the fading waves of climax.

He decides that he does not want to stay here until ten. He's going to get up and get dressed and go home to shower and get some sleep, and stop thinking about Jungkook.

It doesn't matter what they did or said to each other, that's the whole point, right? In the end, he doesn't have to care about Jungkook's weird feelings or Jungkook's grandpa or how quickly he was able to just get up and leave after sleeping with someone. He doesn't have to care about Jungkook. That's what Jungkook wants, that's why he keeps things casual. So that's what Jimin'a going to do.

It shouldn't be hard, he tells himself when he's on the subway home and can still feel Jungkook's fingers pressing into his hips and his nails scratching over his legs. Jimin pulls the collar of his coat up for the tenth time to make sure nobody can see the hickey on his neck. No, the souvenirs don't faze him.

He doesn't care about Jeon Jungkook

He's going to keep it simple.