choose. + jimin & jungkook

11 ＊ alone with jungkook

Bomi woke up feeling warm and fuzzy. She smiled, not having opened her eyes yet. She snuggled more into whatever she was holding. She felt relieved in a way. It's been awhile since she's slept cuddling someone. It was nice.

wait...i'm cuddling someone—

Bomi's eyes shot open. She looked to her side and sighed in relief when she saw Jimin and not some creepy old man wearing a tiger onesie and round, neon glasses. . .don't ask.

Bomi smiled to herself as she began getting up, but Jimin pulled her back down.

"No..." He murmured, burying his face into the crook of Bomi's neck. Bomi slightly stiffened. Feeling his breath on her neck just....does something to her. She couldn't explain it...nor could she figure out if she liked it or not.

"Jimin, I told Jungkook's mom that l'd be back soon," Bomi reasoned. Jimin just huffed and tightened his grip around Bomi's waist.

"How come all of the sudden you're so cuddly?" Bomi giggled. Jimin looked up at Bomi.

"I like cuddling you, you're warm, . . .it's nice," Jimin smiled. He had absolutely no idea what effect that had on Bomi. She gulped and looked away from his eyes to avoid blushing and being all sappy and crap.

"Please let me up?" Bomi looked at Jimin again. He pouted but let her up. Bomi held up the loose sweats she had on, so they wouldn't drop to her ankles.
Jimin cracked up at that. Bomi just stuck her tongue at him and went to gather her clothes and phone.

-

"Thanks for dropping me off, Jimin," Bomi thanked.

"No problemo," Jimin pulled Bomi into a hug, "hey, don't let the bad thoughts get to ya, kay?" Bomi nodded before bidding a goodbye and going inside the Jeons' house. She went into Jungkook's room still holding up Jimin's pants. She was greeted by an irritated Jungkook.

"You had fun with Jimin, huh?" Jungkook snarled. Bomi was taken aback by his tone.

"Excuse me?" Bomi looked at Jungkook with wide eyes. What's gotten into him?

"You could've at least tried to come back yesterday," He spat. Bomi slightly backed away. He was reminding her of someone. Someone she didn't want to be reminded of....ever.

This person was Ahn Juhyoon. He was one of the reasons Bomi moved. He liked Bomi...a lot. And he would freak out whenever she even looked at another dude. He threatened her and attempted to hurt her. But Bomi was smart enough to get away.

"Jungkook....it was pouring and Jimin didn't bring his car—"

"Well is that my fault?" Jungkook boomed. Slight tears were forming in Bomi's eyes.

"I-I never said it was....what's gotten into you?" Bomi's eyebrows were together and she had a frown on her face.

"What's going on with me?? I'm not the one-" Jungkook shut up when he saw Bomi swallowing back tears and walking away. She was sensitive at the time and Jungkook was just now realizing it.

"Wait—...Noona, no. I didn't mean that." Jungkook rushed over to Bomi and hugged her. Bomi just froze.

"No, it's fine. I just want to go out for a bit and—"

"Noona..I'm sorry. I just...I don't know.."

"It's fine, Jungkook," Bomi subtly peeled Jungkook's arms off of her. She gave him a sad smile and walked back to his room, sitting in the big, comfy chair and playing on her phone. Jungkook felt bad.

-

For the past few hours, Jungkook had just been repeatedly apologizing to Bomi. By now, Bomi had let it go, but Jungkook didn't believe her.

"I'm really sorry—"

"Jungkook. I've let it go. I'm not mad. Stop. Apologizing."

"But—"

"I'm getting a spatuala."

"Okay, I'll stop!"

"That's what I thought."

-

"Bye Jungkook-ah, make sure to watch over Bomi," Mrs. Jeon hugged her son and waved to the teens as she headed out with Mr. Jeon. They were going on a last minute business trip, leaving Bomi and Jungkook alone for winter break.

"So, whatcha wanna do?" Bomi turned to Jungkook, boredom written on her face already.

"I dunno," The boy shrugged. They ended up just chillin' in the living room for a bit.

-

"Noona," Jungkook voiced out, catching Bomi's attention, "wanna play a game?"

"What game?" Bomi pocketed her phone, giving Jungkook her undivided attention.

"Hmmmmm......let's go back and forth asking each other questions?" Jungkook suggested. Bomi shrugged and agreed.

"Okay, I'll start....uuhhmmm....Bigbang or me and Jimin??" Jungkook questioned, resting his head on the palm of his hand.

"Bigbang....duh," Bomi gave Jungkook an 'are-you-kidding?' look. Jungkook put a hand on his chest and gasped.

"How dare you?!" Jungkook fake cried. Bomi shook her head and giggled.

"Awe, poor little Kookie," Bomi playfully cooed. She stopped when Jungkook shot up from his place on the couch.

"YES!! I DID IT!! SHE CALLED ME KOOKIE!! GOD HAD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS— oh, shit, sorry..." Jungkook cleared his throat and sat back down.

"You know, you could've just said you wanted me to call you Kookie. I like it, it's cute," Bomi smiled. Jungkook slightly blushed and scolded himself mentally for it.

"Anyways, Kookie, what's your favorite color?" Bomi asked. Jungkook felt all warm and fuzzy when Kookie spilt from her lips.

"Hmmm, I'd have to say black, white, or red."

"Oh, really? I like red, too," Bomi grinned, enjoying the fact that they had a few things in common.

"Okay, uhm...," Jungkook grinned, his mind suddenly flooding with...certain....thoughts.

"Noona, if you had a kink, what would it be?"