hallucinating - jikook

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He heard a knock at the door, but thought it was just apart of his imagination. He then heard another knock and a voice that came with it this time, but ignored it. Jungkook then finally heard the door open, "Youn-" The butler bowed but paused as soon as he raised his head. "Oh. My apologies, sir. I was unaware of the guest staying here."

Jungkook's eyes widened. Jimin was asleep next to him on the side nearest to the door, which made it extremely visible that he was sleeping with the younger, both of their clothes being off made their situation even worse. Jungkook creeped the blanket closer to cover Jimin's bare chest. He awkwardly laughed at his situation, "Um- don't worry about it, Hyung." he barely whispered. The butler had bowed taking his leave.

Jungkook cursed under his breath, realizing that his butler had probably seen both of their bare skin, in the same bed, and got the idea of what they were doing previously. He later sighed, knowing now he wouldn't have to deal with it till later. Instead, he glanced at the elder, still sleeping, with the most calming look on his face. His soft breaths echoed throughout the room, having Jungkook at ease. His eyes moved downward to the elder's plump, soft lips. Jungkook couldn't feel luckier that he got to kiss them.

"I love you, Jiminie-Hyung." he whispered, leaning to the side over top of the other, and pecking the elder's lips in what almost felt like slow motion. Jimin's eyes fluttered open as he felt the warmth leaving his lips and finding the space beside him empty. "A dream?" he sighed, looking around for some clothes to put on. He wasn't naked, but all he was wearing were his boxers, and considering how big this house was, Jimin knew, him and Jungkook weren't alone.

Jimin went into the oversized walk-in closet, looking at the types of clothing Jungkook had owned. He didn't dress like someone who screamed out, 'I'm rich!' which Jimin was thankful for. Jimin owned similar types of clothes, but not as high quality—he could only afford hand-me-downs from various people, whether it was his distant family, or just at some cheap thrift shop.

It wasn't till Jungkook was out of the shower, heading towards his fancy walk-in closet. He had noticed Jimin looking into the full body mirror from the side, a smile creeping up on his face as he saw the shorter put Jungkook's clothes over his frontal area to see how they'd look. As He walked closer Jimin gave a disappointing look, reaching to the other side, grabbing another piece of clothing. Jungkook's eyes went wide.

Did he always have those?

Jungkook was disappointed in himself for not noticing the cuts on Jimin's back. He thought to how he was treated by his father when he came out of their house, yelling at Jimin as they hurried off to the younger's house. Jungkook came to the conclusion of blaming the shorter's father.

He came back to reality, continuing to walk slowly, but surely towards the bright smiling Jimin, whom he truly loved. The darker-haired sighed as he came behind Jimin, tracing the scars on his back, causing the shorter to let out a surprised gasp and a bit of a jump.

"Ah- you scared me," he giggled, turning around to face Jungkook properly, then playfully hitting his chest. Jungkook smiled as he sat on the flat white seats behind Jimin, leading his body to face his. The blonde was still shirtless, exposing his perfectly shaped body. Jungkook couldn't stop staring.

But then he did as he looked down to the abdomen of the other, bruises planted in numerous different spots. Jimin was quick to notice the worry on Jungkook's face as he started downwards, and immediately felt embarrassed for having such things on his body.

"Jungoo," he slurred, grabbing the hair from the other to face him. Jimin bent over to meet with Jungkook's ear, "You shouldn't looking without permission, baby boy," the elder said, hooking his hand under the younger's chin making them lock eyes. His voice had still been deep and husk from just waking up.

Jungkook gently removed Jimin's hands from both his chin and hair. "Hyung," he spoke, "where are these from?" Jungkook finished, eyes full of worry. Jimin could see this coming, and was hoping for his distraction to work, but it hadn't. The blonde-haired sighed, kneeling down between the youngers' legs, putting both hands on both sides.

"My parents..." Jimin answered, looking away.

Jungkook didn't know what to feel, he figured it was his dad, but the fact it was both of Jimin's parents was just too far. He didn't deserve any of this. The only thing Jimin deserved was happiness.

Jimin could no long bare to look at Jungkook in the eyes. He felt humiliated telling him this. What would he think of him now? He thought.

"Jimin-Hyung." Jungkook said, contacting the other's chin to turn it towards him, leaning down. Jimin hadn't seen it coming as Jungkook pecked his lips with the elder. A small gasp escaped from the smaller from the surprise of Jungkook deepening the kiss with his tongue. It didn't last long though. Jungkook was the one to release it, putting his hands on both sides of Jimin's face.

"You should just live with me then." he smiled warmly. 

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pretty bad ending but,, i really didn't know how else to end this tbh . if y'all want a filler chapter er sumn i'll try my best to come up with one . but now that im finished with this one im going to be starting a new one :D (i have too maany ideas but eh not enough timeee :(

thank you to all of you readers who have been waiting numerous amount of times for me to update bcs ik ik i updated sosososo slowwww but it was bcs i was either occupied with school or just was so tierd haha . 

apologies again because i never did proof read any of these so spelling, grammar etc i just- srry ab that hehee