The Package || Jinkook

Chapter 14

Jungkook's breath is jagged, heavy, hair wet with sweat and feet burning from his body's physical exertion. He didn't think it through, didn't realize that Whee In had driven them to her house. No matter. As long as he gets there. Despite the alcohol coursing through his veins and the migraine pulsating in his head, he keeps running. 

Up, and up, and up.

He climbs the stairs, exhaustion overtaking him.

One step, two step, three step

He counts in his head. His steps are loud and obnoxious and the neighbors open the doors angrily, shouting at him to slow it down, stop running, you're being too loud!

Apologies leave his lips as the brown and white wallpaper zoom past, every step closer making his heart rate escalate. All he can think about is how much of a hypocrite he is. How disgusted he's been by his own thoughts yet... his support for those like him.

I'm gay. I can't help it, I can't change it, I can't ignore it. 

The hallway looks familiar, very familiar. He knows where he is. He's exactly where he's supposed to be.

He yanks open the door, looking for bright pink hair, but crashing into the last person he wants to see.

"You had us all worried. You are SO grounded!" Yoongi shouts. Jungkook leans down and balances his top half on his knees with his arms, out of breath and angry.

"I can go wherever I want! I stayed over at a friend's house. I just needed to be alone!" Jungkook turns around to leave but Jin is blocking the door, coffee and spicy rice cakes in his hands. Jungkook's heart beats stops, just for a millisecond, before it starts again. Slowly. 

"You're back!" Jin quickly places down his things wraps his arms around the younger boy. His anger melts away immediately and he simply presses his face into the crook of Jin's neck and exhales.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Jin whispers. Jungkook nods and Jin lets go of him, turning to Yoongi and signaling him to leave. Yoongi hesitantly agrees. He takes a few steps towards the door but stops in his tracks. Turning around at the hips, he looks at Jungkook and simply says "Don't do that ever again. I'm responsible for you. I don't care if we're only a few years apart, I care about you like a father would." and with that, he leaves.

"So, tell me. Why'd you want to be alone?" Jungkook sighs and starts pacing around the apartment. He was ready to confess, but he was thrown off by Yoongi's presence. He ran all the way here... for what? For...

"Jungkook!" Jin chases after him as he makes his way to the bathroom. Throwing himself on his knees he sticks his face into the toilet and hurls. The sound of vomit hitting water, gags and coughs, fill the room. 

"Did you drink again last night?" Jungkook nods, trying to hack out the remaining contents of his stomach. Jin leans down and gets on his knees beside the boy, rubbing his back gently and pressing his forehead against his arm. 

"Will you tell me where you went?" Jin asks quietly. Jungkook sits crisscross on the cold tile floor, sweat dripping down his forehead and the world spinning around him.

"A friend's house." He whispers, almost shamefully. Jin shakes his head in disagreement. 

"I talked to your friends, you weren't with Jimin, or Taehyung, or Hoseok. Who were you with?" Jungkook suddenly gets upset. 

"With a girl." He spits. He stands up, a little too quickly, and has to lean against the wall to hold himself up.  Jin stands up and looses his balance, stumbling over to Jungkook and grabbing his arm to hold him steady. 

"Okay, that's fine. What were you doing? Besides drinking of course." Jungkook can't help but feel as though he is being berated by Jin.

"You're not my mother. I don't have to tell you where I am and what I've been up to." Jungkook says with a hiccup. Jin sighs and begins to lead him towards the guest room, one hand on the small of his back. 

"No Jungkook, you don't. But I'm your friend, your closest friend at that, and I don't want to be worried about you. How do you think I feel when you suddenly disappear? Don't you think it's inconsiderate? Do you have any regard to my feelings? To the feelings of any of your friends?" Jungkook plops down onto the bed and buries his face in the pillow.

Jin leans in close to try and hear what he was mumbling into the plush surface pressed against his face. 

"What?" Jin asks. Jungkook mumbles again and Jin adjusts himself so that he could get his ear closer to his head. Jungkook turns over so that he's facing Jin and suddenly the position they're in steals the breath from their throats. The air is still as Jin finds himself straddling the younger boy, arms on either side of is head and face so close he could smell the mix of alcohol and his natural scent, cinnamon and hazelnut. He always smells like the transition between Thanksgiving and Christmas. He always smells like anticipation, need, want, wistful nature. It overpowers the alcohol and twinge of vomit in his breath. 

Jungkook can feel Jin's boner against his pelvis but he doesn't move. He keeps thinking to himself This is what it feels like, having someone close to you, someone that you actually want close to you. Not the girls that always try to crowd me, the blank faced skirts that everyone tells me I need to enjoy. This is a body with a face, the face of a beautiful man that I want in my arms. A beautiful man... that can't be mine.

Jungkook pushes the older man off him and sits up, tossing his legs over the bed and letting them hang. Jin watches him shake his head, some sort of internal battle causing him this distress.  Grabbing his shoulders he turns Jungkook towards him and places his hand on his cheek, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin on his face.

"What's bothering you?" Jin questions, his heart sinking when he sees a single tear go down the boy's cheek. Jungkook grabs Jin's hand and moves it slightly to the right, placing his thumb on his lower lip. Jin continues to rub his thumb against the bright pink skin of his lips and pinches it lightly between his thumb and pointed finger. A small moan leaves Jungkook's chest and Jin can't help himself. 

And that's when they're lips meet.