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thirty-five.

서른다섯

     "stay with me?"

     jungkook is almost out of breath when jimin asks him that. he gulps and looks at yoongi's car driving off. he looks at his house then and decides how he doesn't want to go there and he finally nods, smiles. he doesn't realize but he's smiling wide, his buck teeth on show and jimin melts. it's one of the things he loves about him.

     jimin unlocks the door, a lazy, effortless smile on his face as he leads jungkook upstairs. he provides him with the largest clothes he can find in his closet but jungkook ends up wearing a only a trouser and his vest. and jimin has to admit that it's a look. those trousers which are too loose on jimin fit jungkook perfectly and damn, his thigh muscles are so in shape. and his vest which sticks to his chest like glue makes jimin want to touch them. he wants to touch him and it's the first time that the thought has crossed his mind and he hates himself. jungkook is drunk and he can probably take advantage of him but he won't, although he wants to, he won't. he'd never do that.

     jimin stares at him as he sits at the corner of the bed. "i.. i'll go change," jimin says, grabs some clothes and rushes into the washroom. jungkook chuckles at the older's flustered form. when he's out again, he's wearing a loose end sweat shirt and shorts. jungkook stares, eyes tired but alert.

     "shorts in this weather?" he asks, frowns at the choice at such cold temperature.

     "it's a habit and it's comfortable. there is blanket to keep me warm," jimin shrugs and sweeps into the blanket from the opposite end. "you can come inside as well. it's cold."

     jungkook laughs, nods, "i am." he shifts and covers his body with the thick material. jimin looks at him as he decides to scoop closer to the older. jimin wants him to.

     and he does. jungkook has his one arm around jimin's waist while the other on his head, caressing his hair softly. "you're warm," jimin whispers, smiles. it's adorable.

     "and you're so beautiful." jungkook mumbles, his voice tired and sleep evident. jimin smiles, coos at the softness of his voice but when he speaks the next sentence, his breath hitches.

     "can you kiss me?"

❝you don't know how much i want to❞