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twenty-four.

스물넷

     jimin couldn't sleep the whole night. only one name, only one face on his mind. no, he wasn't lovestruck. he was infatuated. and all he wanted at the moment was to have a pretty little relationship with the male. jimin was never one to fall in love and in fact, he hates the idea of love itself. but relationships are something he adores. he loves the thought of snuggling with someone while watching netflix, kissing every morning, talking on the phone telling each other how they miss them. it's all very sweet and beautiful. but only when the feeling of love doesn't come in between. jimin knows, believes no relationship lasts forever and therefore love is a pit he never wants to fall into.

     he wakes up, eyes swollen due to lack of sleep. he looks at his phone to have had a two messages wishing him a good morning.

     one from taehyung.

     another from jungkook.

     yes, they had shared numbers yesterday. jungkook was the one to initiate. he had been such a gentleman since yesterday, jimin was internally drooling over him. a handsome face, a lean body, the most adorable smile with a plus of sexiness had jimin on his knees.

     jungkook knows it. he knows he was now controlling over the shorter male. although he didn't want to accept, he was actually enjoying the time with him. maybe because he hadn't had such sweet talks with anyone romantically since a long time or, maybe it was the thrill; the thrill of playing someone, the thrill of acting like he cared, the thrill of making someone fall for him when he doesn't intend to do so himself.

  anyhow he loves the feeling when he is with jimin. although sometimes he finds the boy a little irritating with that silly yet cute eye-disappearing smile of him, he still liked the feeling. he knows he shouldn't be enjoying though. he was going this for hoseok, the man for whom he could do anything.

  the first step is to gain jimin's trust and jungkook believes that he is already succeeding.

     jungkook has his own coffee maker and he is currently working on it, wants to wish jimin a better morning. once he is done making the morning coffee, a little too sweet, the way jimin likes it, he goes to his room and calls out through the window.

     "jimin!" he shouts and jimin is quick to jump out of the bed and sliding the curtains away. he smiles, eyes disappearing again, it very adorable. only jungkook thinks otherwise. "open the door, would you? i'm coming over, got some coffee," he coos, smiles widely.

     "y-yeah, sure," jimin blushes at the thought and once jungkook disappears, he rushes to the washroom to brush. he wouldn't want jungkook to smell his morning breath, would he now? he gargles and makes sure he smells good, puts in some deodorant. at last, he looks at his clothes, they were loose and hung till his fingertips.

     he rushes down when there's a bell. he opens the door and his jaw drops.

     jungkook is in his loose trousers and a tank top which hugged his body so gracefully, jimin almost shit himself.

     "are you done staring?" jungkook laughs before shaking the flask in his hands. "let me in, babe."

     jimin grips at the door frame so he doesn't faint right then and there.

❝that's too much for me to handle❞
 

  
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     a/n: i may have changed the tense of the book