You [Jikook]

You

Jimin and Jungkook had always been best friends for what they could remember. They basically grew up together, knew each other's family well and were like brothers: Jimin was the cheerful, sweet and responsible hyung who loves to take care of his loved ones, and Jungkook was the mischievous, troublemaker, but adorable maknae.

And yet, there he was, looking at Jungkook while he was sleeping as if it was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen. Those fluffy cheeks, perfect red lips -God, he fucking loved them- and ruffled hair always took his breath away. "What would he say if he found out that I've been staring at him sleeping for this long?" Jimin muttered to himself, blushing at the thought.

Jungkook was his best friend, sure, but lately Jimin had realized to have particular feelings for him. He didn't know exactly when he had started to feel this way towards the younger; he always had a soft spot for him, but at some point that fondness he felt as a simple best friend turned into something more... complex. It wasn't a bad kind of complex though, it was just different. Initially, Jimin had just brushed it off, thinking it was something like a "new level of friendship unlocked" or some sort of platonic soulmate thing. Of course it wasn't.

He started noticing the way his chest felt warm every time his friend smiled at him, his stomach flipped when the other laughed heartily -God, he was so beautiful when he laughed-, and his heart beat faster when he touched him. Not to mention the damn blush: because of these feelings, Jimin often found himself blushing out of nowhere when he was around the younger. He couldn't help but feel very much annoyed by this sudden urge of his body to make him look like a tomato, but he never really complained because Jungkook found it cute. Cute was okay.

He threw a glance to the light blue clock hanging on the wall: it was already 7:30 am. He widened his eyes a little, then lightly stroke the younger's arm.

«Kookie, wake up. We're gonna be late. » he whispered softly into the younger's ear, making him shiver.

«Hmm, hyung. » Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, smiling at the sight of the older just in front of him. He loved to wake up next to his best friend... it made him feel safe.

Jimin caressed his cheek with his small hand, making his face redden at the touch. Why did Jimin's touch have this effect on him? Jungkook got up and ran his fingers through his own dark messy hair before walking a few steps towards the kitchen.

Jimin stared at him breathless: how could that boy look so hot that early in the morning?

«What are you staring at? » the younger glanced at his hyung with a smirk forming on his lips.

«Uh? N-nothing Kookie. » the older replied blushing and lowering his gaze. «Now let's go have breakfast, or we'll be late for real. » he said while standing up, quickly reaching the kitchen before the other boy.

«Oww hyung, you're even cuter when you blush~» Jungkook cooed, his grin only widening.

«S-shut up! » Jimin blushed even more, so he put his hands over his face to hide it. He knew Jungkook was saying that just to tease him, but still he couldn't help but feel flattered at his words.

Jimin and Jungkook worked for the same company, but had different jobs: Jimin was a dance teacher and choreographer along with his friend Jung Hoseok, while Jungkook was the boss's assistant. Their boss, Kim Namjoon, was a very wise, kind, but clumsy man, who was engaged to one of the agency's top models, Kim Seokjin. Everyone -mostly Namjoon- always praised Seokjin for his handsomeness, and the model was always in competition with his colleague, Kim Taehyung, also a top model.

Apart from work, the six of them plus producer Min Yoongi were pretty close friends; their bond had formed really quickly.

As he was done with his work, Jungkook decided to head to the dance studio to pick Jimin up so they could go home together. When he arrived, he saw a small crowd of boys and girls exiting the studio while chattering loudly.