𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 ✦ jikook

t h i r t y . n i n e

A/N: School's being a pain right now so I know, I'm always dead and stuff like that :)) Enjoy your chapterr :> 

Jungkook somehow, just somehow and note down that it's not intentional at all, that he found himself in front of Jimin's door the second time after his conversation with Jisoo and behind him, nearly glowing while he stands and baths in the zest-colored lighting, is Jimin - the pink-haired male whom volunteered to visit the morgue today with Jin and both, managed to get home with a small rectangle in their hands, embedded with all sorts of worming green lines. Though they both succeeded in their missions and that eased the nervousness in the young police man, his mind can't help but spark up a flare of thought and brings out a bundle of questions in Jungkook's mind, causing him to sit up from Jimin's bed he shared, of which sheets smell like homemade chocolate biscuits.

To frankly say, had he not been involved in both of the situations happening earlier, he wouldn't have killed himself with overthinking about every hypothesis he could manage think of but rather, his mind will be eased with trying to enjoy a night alone and all by himself, by his flat window maybe and feels his soul float upon cloud nine while pop ballads ring in his ears. However, reality is such a pain and decides to fuck with his schedule and screw up his supposed-to-be-relaxing night, which results in his staying with Jimin to find himself some peace of mind. Although how much he wants to relax for at least a split second, he just can't succeed in blocking out the thoughts which come flooding in his mind and beg him to reread them here and there, like a book which you scanned and lost some details. Therefore, he sits up and ruffles his hair while thinking in fear of losing an important fact which leads to a false conclusion despite of the criminals had been taken care of. Images of Jisoo - Lisa's date, being in grief all because of a soulmate whom had left her after graduating, the red-haired female being muted but somehow owned a deep voice, which leads to the fact that she was either recording some other's voice or using a device that can leads a voice from one place to another. He tries to ask Jimin about the strange thought and the older confesses that he and their hyung didn't find any skeptical traits about the body, which results in Jungkook nearly being deprived of sleep lately. He shakes his head and closes his eyes, covering up his sight with total darkness but his irises keep bugging him, urging his lids to burst and not a minute later, he sits up again. Heaving sigh and serenity fills the small warming space.

"Can't sleep?" Jungkook feels the mattress dips down beside him, keeping a small space which comforts him unknowingly and his gaze fixates on the flashing lights outside the window of Jimin's room. Faintly blinking with luminescence. He nods meekly, too tired of having to work out his mouth muscles but his eyes avert quickly to shift his attention from the window to the mug Jimin affords him, Puffs of steam floating upon the clear blown liquid, drowning the satisfying round slice of lemon.

"No sugar." Jimin looks at Jungkook dearly as his hands subtly brushes with Jungkook's slim fingers when he receives the mug. They sip on their tea as silence engulfs them comfortably and with the zesty lemon tea they're having, they wish time can just stop so as they can enjoy this beautiful moments together. What's beautiful can be something simple.

"Thanks about the tea." Jungkook says, breaking the silence. His voice sound clearly after feeling the warm sensation running down his sore throat. One of the many rings he wear grazes on the gleaming surface of the blue mug with a small bunny on its body. "It helps me after this crap load of work a lot."

Jimin nods and licks his lips, taking into consideration his appreciation towards the older. The moment is new to Jimin, the younger seems off today and Jimin is worried about him since Jungkook is a quite ambitious person. He can overwork himself easily and being put under a lot of strain without knowing. The realization that the case is on the verge of finishing since the criminals had chosen their deaths, more likely, fate dawned upon Jimin but never ever, has he seen Jungkook this confused, he was in so much thought that Jimin was even afraid if he was invading the bundle and tangle of questions inside his brain. Then, he notices the faint eye bags that have been slowly forming themselves under those doe eyes of him.

The kid really needs to pay attention to his health rather than committing himself to work this much. If his health deteriorates, so will his career and the bunny boy should have had a sense of it by now.

"Are you mentally tired?" Jimin asks him, what he sees in front of him is a physically active body but with signs of a mentally ill soul and he decides to make a move, rubbing his thumb on the silver-plated ring which wraps around Jungkook's fingers. He feels Jungkook tensed a bit after Jimin's being a little bit touchy but fortunately, the trembles start to falter and what is left is the warmth that embraces Jungkook sense of touch. His eyes look at the tepid liquid in the mug deeply and Jimin can feel his insides are fighting with dominance, whether to deny or confess. For Jungkook, it isn't always easy to confess his feelings, he has always been the valedictorian of nearly everything and one thing he was sure that he's the best at is hiding his feelings. If the colleagues couldn't complete his tasks then something as treacherous and delicate as his feelings is anything but to let them handle. They would have broken them even if it was their umpteenth attempt not to shatter.

Jimin is different and he made him broke so many boundaries he set that he was both relieved and afraid at the same time. He was the person who would spend time mainly on himself, sometimes with his closed ones but never before had he even seek human-related presence in this small but comfy apartment room. He was this person who would be stubborn and act on his own will but he agreed on Jimin's every decision although he knew well that he was only a quite a close worker - a dancer at Devil's Curse and he was never, never, a person who would confess his inner conflicts but he found the urge to do that when he was feeling Jimin's subtle touch on the back of his hand. The older sure freaked him out but he still wanted to be with him.

"Yeah." Jungkook croaks out though it was hard but he felt as if the heavy weight on his chest was lifted off and he slowly melts into Jimin's subtle touch while his eyes capture the beauty of street lights dazzling on the outside. He can feel Jimin's stare on him and the intensity is such that it makes him shift a bit uncomfortably. Don't get him wrong though, he loves it when he gets all of the attention from Jimin.

All of a sudden, the older jolts up, quietly popping his joints which startles Jungkook a tad. His eyes fixate on Jimin's petite as he shift towards the door, his chubby little hands wrapped around his although bigger ones protectively, warming him from the chilled cold nights. Relaxation soon morphs into confusion as Jungkook stands dumb-foundedly and stares at the pink-haired male, who is busy wearing his boots but hands still holding his. Jimin only lets go off his hand when he wears his jacket for a split second but then returns to engulfing it in his warm palms again after he handed Jungkook one of his sweaters.

"Erm, where are we going Jimin?" Jungkook blurts out, his face feels as if it was a kettle whistling with hot boiling water inside. His other hand reaches to the hem of his sweater to fumble the fabric, soft wool grazes against the tip of his fingers like Jimin's flawless cotton-candy bed of hair bounces as he swivels to look up at Jungkook and smiles softly. 

"You'll see."