Closer

5

Chapter Five- Safe

Jimin stared wide eyed at the man on the ground, unmoving, nose still bleeding from two harsh impacts.

Jungkook turned around, sliding his hand back into his glove before holding Jimin's shoulders.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concern slipping through his pretty lips that Jimin suddenly found himself staring at.

His voice soothes Jimin right to the core, nearly turning him into a puddle. He nodded, almost drunkenly, and put his forehead against Jungkook's clothed chest.

"Thank you."

~

Jungkook tensed under Jimin's head, thoughts running wild. Don't touch my skin, please.

"You saved me." Jimin giggled, and god Jungkook thought it was the best noise he's ever heard. Jimin then wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him in.

Push him away!

He couldn't. Jungkook couldn't move. The heat from Jimin's arms passed through the hoodie, his scent of slight coffee and vanilla making him dizzy in the best way.

Almost like he was being controlled, Jungkook hummed in response and hugged back, glad that Jimin was shorter so his face wouldn't touch him.

Clothes did prevent anything bad from happening, as Jungkook's weapon worked from his skin. He was still always cautious, always paranoid, even with clothes on. So he stuck to avoiding contact.

"You smell nice" Another giggle.

"Are you drunk?" Jungkook asks, pulling Jimin away at arms length. Jimin looked up at him, eyes slightly hooded, nodding and he said, "Nope."

Jungkook sighed, glancing at the neglected knife before picking it up to examine it. It looked like a knife he had seen James use once, a druggie. Druggie knifes were illegal, knifes that held drugs and came into effect on a persons cut skin.

He glances at Jimin neck to see a thin cut, blood now dry.

"Kookie~ You make me feel weird~," Jimin giggled- again, and god Jungkook was going to die - walking towards him and placing his hand on his chest.

Jungkook's heart thudded at the feeling on Jimin's fingertips dragging down his shirt to his abdomen.

"Oh~ Abs."

Jungkook has never been touched this way, making him gulp in apprehension and sweat a little. Jimin looked absolutely beautiful under the already night sky, the moon casting shadows on his face that seemed to make him even more of an attraction to Jungkook's eyes. He gulped thickly again.

When Jimin hiccuped and almost fell backwards, Jungkook came back to his senses, quickly catching Jimin.

"C'mon, let's fix you up."

Jimin squealed as Jungkook carried him across his shoulder, wanting to keep Jimin's face and hands away from his exposed skin, which was his face.

Wrapping his arms upside down around his torso, Jimin started pressing kisses on Jungkook's back, mumbling incoherent words against his clothes.

Jungkook nearly tripped when he felt Jimin's lips against his shirt, silently cursing himself and the effect Jimin had on him.

Finally, after a very torturous journey, Jungkook was at his apartment, keys in hand and Jimin almost passed out across his shoulder. His apartment was simple, and for a killer, surprisingly neat. The design stayed with black furniture to contrast the white walls. The apartment itself only had one bedroom, a small kitchen and space for a living room. Passing by the couches places in front of the flat-screened T.V., Jungkook walked towards his room, quickly getting a first-aid kit on his way. Setting down Jimin on his black comforter and white pillows, Jimin spoke.

"Hey," He said, almost breathlessly. "Thank you."

Jungkook only nodded, pressing a disinfectant napkin on Jimin's cut. The only way to let the drug leave his system is through time, fortunately the cut wasn't deep to make that much of an effect.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook hummed in response, too scared that he'll get lost in Jimin's eyes if he looked away from the cut on his neck. Jimin then reached his hand towards Jungkook's face, wanting to touch him. As fast as Jimin could probably process at the moment, Jungkook grabbed his wrist, stopping his inching hand.

"Woah, you're hands are so big." Jimin stated in awe, looking at the hand wrapped around his wrist. Jimins other hand came to grab onto Jungkook's, pushing them together so they touched, palm to palm, skin to leather.

Slowly, as if in hesitation, Jimin's wrist was let go, and Jimin's hand grabbed the leather tips of Jungkook's glove. There was silence as the glove was gently being tugged off of his hand, now off and set on the bed.

Jimin was sat up, both legs on the bed, while Jungkook had his hanging off, also sitting. They were facing each other, opposite hands set up across from each other. One small, almost chubby like but still held the look of being properly used over the years. Another big, slender fingers and veins outlining the smooth hand, as if there wasn't danger setting underneath all the skin.

In a trace, both inched their hands forward, an urge to touch. To anyone else, it would have been like that scene from Tarzan:Tarzan and Jane up on the tree, him realizing that he just like her, human. The only difference here, is that Jungkook knew he was human. He was just used as a weapon.

A shrill ring cut the silence in half, making Jungkook recoil backwards.

"I-I need to take that."