flipped

thirty-nine.

서른아홉

     jimin is alone and having the leftover breakfast. taehyung left soon after he was done eating. jimin has always been a slow eater. he hears to some peaceful troye sivan as he eats his cereal.

     there's a knock and he takes his bowl of cereal along with him to open the door. he has his mouth full when he opens and chockes when jungkook yells, "i'm sorry!"

     he coughs hysterically and jungkook gasps before he takes the bowl from smaller's hand and pats his back. he mutters, "shit," continuously and rubs jimin's back after his coughs soften. "fuck, i'm so sorry." he says when jimin finally breathes heavily.

     "it's okay. you scared me," jimin says, his voice hoarse. it's sexy. he leads jungkook to the dining table and asks, "did you have breakfast?"

     jungkook shakes his head. "not yet." he looks as jimin takes another bowl and pours milk in the bowl, followed by cereals. (yes i'm starting a war here. cereal first or milk?)

     "thank you," jungkook says, he sits in front of jimin and they eat silently before jungkook speaks again. "am i forgiven for yesterday?"

     jimin smiles, nods. "you are."

     "i don't usually get so dumb while i'm drunk. i don't know what has happened to me," jungkook admits. "i have a real good endurance in general. i am a good driver too." he smiles cheekily. it's silly.

     "your drink was spiked and i was ready to have you fainted but you didn't but you were acting weird. it was as if you had over drank," jimin explains playing with eh spoon between his fingers.

     "i was spiked?" he frowns, squints his eyes. "why would someone do that to me?" he's confused and biting on to his lip. jimin simply shrugs, purses his lips.

     jungkook sighs and looks at jimin who's bowl is now empty, and he's playing the the spoon around the bowl. "i want to show you something."

      jimin looks up, tilts his head. "what?"

     "come to my house?" jungkook smiles, boyish. his boyish features enhancing his expressions.

     "okay," jimin smiles, nods.

     jungkook helps him wash the dishes and they go to his house. jungkook is delighted to have him in his house. it's the first time. "please don't freak out, okay?" jungkook says, twist opens a door to a room joining along side his drawing room.

     jimin hums and peeps into the room when jungkook opens if fully. wooden floor, large mirrors all around the room and a music system at one corner.

     "a dance studio?" jimin has his eyes popped out. it's beautiful and jimin has always wanted to have one in his own house.

     "i want you to see me dance." jungkook takes his hands, leads him inside. jimin stares at him, then at the room. it's smaller than usual but it would do.

     "i don't know," he mutters, reluctant worried. a dance studio has worse memories than any person does, the worst assault, the worst feeling but somehow he feels safe here with jungkook.

     "please." jungkook has the look in his eyes and jimin can't say no.

     "okay," he nods, smiles.

❝i'd do anything for you.
would you too?❞

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     a/n: i'd really appreciate comments and feedback :) gives me strength to update faster