It had been a long night. Jungkook was on the verge of falling asleep while driving, but he forced his way through and made it to his apartment safely. The young man trotted into his apartment sleepily, wanting to fall asleep and forget the hectic day he had.
Disregarding his fatigue, the man peeled off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub. The warm water cleansed his skin since he added a bit of the apple scented soap to create bubbles. It was soothing; the quiet, the solitude. He closed his eyes, listening to the ripples and taking in his surroundings.
The man was so tired; his job of teaching dance wasn’t paying enough for the bills, his relationships were deteriorating, his mental state was barely intact and he was so tired. Jungkook was slowly slipping and everything about him showed it. He wore his hair disheveled, his eyes were cocooned by eye bags and he barely coordinated his outfits anymore.
He stepped out of the tub and dried himself off. After putting on a fresh pair of pajamas, Jungkook curled onto his bed. But then he realized; something was missing.
What could be missing from the warmth of his bed that cocooned him in blankets?
Park Jimin
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That was what was missing from what could be a perfect night. His blond-haired lover with sweet eyes and a wide smile. The one person who could wash away his fatigue with nothing but his presence.
So, the man didn’t sleep; he waited for his lover to come home. Only ten minutes had passed and said male was filled with a feeling of anxiety. It was currently 11:47 pm and Jungkook couldn’t help but assume the worst when it came to his clumsy lover.
Park Jimin, who was an amazing dancer, was surprisingly uncoordinated. He tripped over nothing and everything. His cute, awkward clumsiness was one of his most attractive traits, according to Jungkook. But not only that, Jimin was very capable of getting himself into trouble. He was so pure and innocent that he could be a bit blind sometimes.
Jungkook, worried sick for his older boyfriend, stood up and grabbed a jacket. He plucked his keys and wallet and made his way out of the warmth of his bed. His phone was in his pocket, so he called up Jimin. Unfortunately, there was no reply which only made the younger more anxious.
Anyone could take advantage of someone as wholesome and endearing as Jimin. Jungkook hated the people who would shamelessly flirt with Jimin right in front of him. Of course, Jimin would think of it as simple compliments, it pissed Jungkook off. The younger was going wild, thinking about what could have happened.
At this point, only bad thoughts filled his mind. Was he kidnapped? Raped? Cheating on me?
Jungkook shook the negativity out of his head, focusing on finding the adorable squishy boy who seemed to be driving him insane. Jungkook stopped at their regular cafe, asking the barista who went by the name of Hoseok, where he went.
