autumn leaves [jikook]

5

It's just another stupid thought, Jungkook told himself as he unlocked the door to his apartment. I don't like him. I don't. I'm straight, I think. And even if I was gay, I wouldn't want to date my best friend.

You literally just came out to him, and now you think you like him? Jimin laughed nervously to himself as he poured a bowl of cereal. You're just being dumb, that's all. Nothing to worry about, you definitely don't like him.

Jungkook stepped into the shower, the hot water welcoming his cold, sweaty body in a pleasing embrace. He tried to relax, but his mind was going a million miles an hour, the scenarios playing inside his head going too fast for his tired conscience to keep up with.

He let out a frustrated groan before reaching for his phone to play some music, with the hopes of clearing his head.

A knock at the door brought his eyes away from the TV, and he stood up to look through the spyglass, nervous to see no one there. Confused, Jungkook opened the door and looked either side of the hallway, checking twice and seeing no one.

Just as he turned to go inside, a strong, gloved hand grabbed his face, clamped over his mouth from behind as Jungkook was pushed back inside his apartment, another hand pushing firmly on his back to guide him.

"Don't move," A deep voice growled. "I won't hurt you if you cooperate."
Jungkook gulped, trying to make his thoughts slow down as his vision was blurry with panic and his stomach was doing backflips.

The mysterious man's grip was unsettlingly strong, and his breath was hot and rancid, so by Jungkook's logic he was obviously a hardass. He tied Jungkook's hands behind his back with a cable tie and pushed him onto the couch, then proceeded to secure his ankles.

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"Now, before you freak out, I'm just going to rob you." The thief said, adjusting his gloves, "This ain't some mafia shit or whatever, I'll just take what I think is valuable and leave."

"Dude, I'm a broke uni student with an iPhone 6s in 2018," Jungkook sighed, deciding to just be honest. "I literally have, like, five dollars in my wallet, and a bunch of fake gold chains I got for my 21st."

"Woah man I have an iPhone XS Max, I'm flexing on you." The robber snorted.

"Why are you stealing shit from me when you can afford to buy the latest iPhone?"

"I stole it, dummy," He replied, and began searching through the house for goods to snatch. "I mean, I can't unlock it, but I still have it, so the rules say I'm better than you. In the shallowest of aspects."

Jungkook tried not to laugh. "Ah, that makes sense."

"Look man," the thief sighed after finding nothing. "Just give me the details for your YouTube Red account and I'll bounce."

"No way, bitch—" Jungkook started, but he was cut off when his seemingly nice attacker suddenly flicked out a mean looking straight razor from its mahogany cradle, the blade catching the light with a devilish glint.

Jungkook made eye contact with him, looked across the room at his phone, which was sitting on charge on the kitchen bench, and hoped to the highest damn entity that Siri would reply to him for once. Every time that bitch ass phone was across the room from Jungkook and he tried to ask her to do shit, no matter how much he calibrated her voice response, no matter how loud he shouted, Siri never answered.

And unfortunately his life depended on her at this very moment.

"HEY SIRI, CALL JIMIN!"

"W-WHAT? NO!" The attacker yelled in panic. "SIRI EAT MY ASS!"