𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 ✦ jikook

t h i r t y . o n e

Jungkook is now smirking when he slightly and subtly breathes in Jimin's scent, which no sooner fills up his nostrils with strawberries and chilled cigarettes. He flutters his eyelids to open up a small space to look out and he realizes that his body is lifted upwards just as he prepares to bursts his eyelids properly to walk home and successfully pranked his hyung. He gasps as his chest pressed against Jimin's petite back and his stiff, muscled arms waved openly in the dimly-lit atmosphere. He feels Jimin's small hands situate his arms into a wrapping position as he then round his arms to his clothed thighs and lift him up, unleashing a deep groan that sounds inexplicably tempting as Jungkook's ear is pressed against Jimin's back. He feigns his snores as he hears Jimin breathes out and mentally chuckles when he mumbles about Jungkook not being able to handle strong alcohol.

No no Jiminie~, it's just that I want to tease you more...

With stable footsteps, Jimin manages to plop down his bed with Jungkook on the other side, sinking down a little since he's taking up to much left space, nearly falling down if it weren't for Jimin hugging his waist and drags him to his right, which is next to where Jimin's sleeping. The pink-haired lad wipes off the beads of sweat that dust his forehead and jawline as he looks at Jungkook calmly sleeping, chest heaving in sync with every soft and cute snores that escape from his parted heart-shaped lips, his eyebrows relaxed and the scowl he usually wears vanishes into a peaceful state. Jeon Jungkook looks much less cockier when he's asleep. Jimin continues to adores the younger's features until Jungkook's irises slightly twitch under his lids as he shifts to a more comfortable position, hugging the pillow that his head laid on, ruffling his now unkempt hair. Jimin kicks off his clumps while changing into his grey jumper and sweatpants after thoroughly washing off the aura that embraces him.

Jimin tip-toes to the sleeping figure to call him up and have a shower but he stops when Jungkook shifts to his side when Jimin's knee lands and dips down on the mattress, making it creak. He mentally curses when his eye quickly averts to the boy, tucked in what looks like mounds of blankets by Jimin. He's still sleeping.

Okay, maybe not. 

Jimin sits down on the carpet and folds his legs, lifting it up to his chest as he dangles his arms out, messily tangling his dainty fingers together. Green numbers beep quietly on his electronic clock as it flashes to number one and a thirty next to it, signaling it's half past one the morning and Jimin should be sleeping soon or else he would wake up as a sleep-deprived zombie next morning. He ponders whether to leave it and Jungkook will probably and hopefully, not reek of Devil's Curse and invades his fluffy dreams with cigars, wine and scruffy men. Just as he comes to his final decision, Jungkook's hand comes into his view and everything is only a vivid, orange blur except for the younger's porcelain, smooth-looking hands, laying aesthetically in the air, with slender fingers reach out so awfully tempting and dangerously near to Jimin's reach...

The pink-haired lad reaches his hand up, his face shows no emotion, seeming plastering the nonchalance onto his god-like features but his insides are racing like cars taking part in Formula Five and Jimin can hear the beats of his heart, one by one, sounding so rapidly like each beat comes the ripping of his chest, now so delicate and similar to a soaked wet paper. His fingers tremble as the tip reaches one of Jungkook shiny rings when he snaps back his daze and returns to reality as Jungkook retreats his hand back to embrace the pillow even tighter than before. He can hear his inner screaming at him to stop but right when he comes to realization like a thousand bricks dawn upon him, he's standing behind the backroom sink, staring at his own reflection with a dampened cloth in one hand. What is wrong with him lately? Why does he care so much about Jungkook when he's merely a worker to him?

Jimin's hands ghost over the rows of obsidian buttons shakily, wondering if he should do this or leave it. A part of him is worried sick over his decision but a part of him just wants to fuck it and get down with cleaning Jungkook. His mind fogs up with questions as he draws a breath and does it either way since he cares too much about him to leave the younger shivering and smelly from alcohol and sweat. One button down, two and no longer after the buttons are off, revealing soft but firm, milky white skin lurking behind the thin black shirt. Jimin gulps at Jungkook's abs when he feels his cheeks heat up, his grip tightening around the damp cloth and he uses his dainty fingers to peel off the shirt quickly, kicking off the feeling that his pants are beginning to tighten once a full-display of Jungkook's sculpted torso comes into his view.

Jimin sits a sleepy Jungkook upwards, letting his back rest against the wooden board just as he slightly gasps when he feels Jungkook's hands on his hips, not gripping but maybe it's just accidental since his eyes are still closed and snoring peacefully like a baby. Jimin is sat on Jungkook's clothed lap, wiping off from his neck down to his sharp collarbones that still have the beautiful faint purple of Jimin's hickeys and trailing down his firm abs to his v-line, showing the waistband of his boxers. Jimin dominates his beast-like urge to ravish the sleeping boy under him but that wouldn't leave a much comfortability in their relationship so Jimin gently rubs his thumb over Jungkook's bottom lip, the sweetness of bubble gum fills his palate as he wonders when will he ever get a chance to taste it or maybe get the chance to touch it again like this. It feels heavenly soft and smooth as it brushes over Jimin's sense of touch and maybe that's the reason why Jimin feels startled when Jungkook lets out a silent groan after shooing him away tiredly with one hand slapping him off.

"Fine Jungkook," Jimin mumbles, deciding not to clean what's left... down there. After fetching the cop one of his over-sized sweatshirts that Jimin is sure that it clings onto him perfectly, Jimin folds the black shirt neatly and set it on the nightstand beside him, in case he would want to leave the next morning.

Who is Jimin kidding even, he definitely wants to leave, like all the other men who he's seen to have slept with his fellow dancers...

Who would even want to stay with someone like him...

Jungkook wouldn't want you as someone so close to him even.

Jimin blinks at the thought as he tries to fight back his horrible self-downgrading, he remembers how Jungkook works with him, his lunch that Jungkook made himself, the way he looks at him at the bar or that meal the whole station shares with him which makes him feel like home... It's all cupcakes and rainbows for Jimin but what if that's just a special treatment since he's a direct object to help them solve the case, what if all the smiles were all just politeness? His vision starts to blur as his head dips down the pillow even more. He didn't want the case to end, he didn't want to end his time and the moments he could spend with Jungkook and the others, he didn't want the time he's living to become a memory.

Jungkook was and is the one that makes him feel alive...

He sniffles and shuffles beside the sleeping figure of the younger. Just as Jimin lets out small whimpers that seem so inaudible inside his room, Jungkook's arms wrap around his waist and pulls him closer, his breath fanning Jimin's cotton-candy hair softly as Jimin's whimpers are silenced by Jungkook's heartbeats. Their legs are tangled together and Jimin feels like they are merging into one soul, one body. He slowly starts to feel drowsy from the tears as he closes his eyes and drifts to slumber, their hearts join as one syncing beat.

That night, Jimin sees Jungkook in his dreams, embracing him tightly in a vast bed full of small white flowers.