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[129]

[Jimin]

"Hey, I'm going to the store," I yelled into the house as I opened the front door.

But up came a running Jungkook from behind the bathroom door, his pants to his knees and his hands scrambling around to pull up his underwear, showing me a glimpse of the v on his hips, "Wait for me, Chimmy! I'm going with you!"

He wore a black hoodie with some black basketball shorts (somewhat), his casual wear becoming more normal and normal for me everyday. He had his phone held tightly in his hand, small letters that I couldn't make out peppered all over the tiny screen.

He pulled his shorts all the way up to his torso, almost to his nipples and above his hoodie, putting his phone in his pocket. There was some sort of camel toe going on in his pants, the outline of his dick protruding from the cloth. Camel toe? Moose knuckle? Ah, whatever.

I just stared at him, a blank, judging look on my face as I stood still in front of the door with the doorknob in my hand loosely.

"Uh, not like that," I reply, looking at him up and down so he would understand that I was talking about his.. clothes.

His head shot down to what he was wearing and he only stared at his iron man socks for about four seconds before shooting me with some confused puppy dog eyes, "Why not?"

I scoffed and closed the front door, taking quick steps towards my mate. I pulled down his pants to his waist, pulled his hoodie out of the hem of the shorts, and gently pulled the hoodie off of the top of his head, revealing a messy coconut that was indeed his hair.

"That's a bit better," I took a step so I could examine him thoroughly. With Jungkook and his beautiful genes he inherited from his god awful parents, he could pull anything off, even a black hoodie with some black basketball shorts. I picked up his timberlands from the side of the front door and placed them in front of him so he could quickly slip them on and we could go. But instead, Jungkook sat on the floor and loosened every singular shoelace until he slowly slipped his foot into the shoe, just to slowly tighten them. Once he was done, he stood up in a bouncy way and I grabbed his hand with a look of slight irritation, "Let's go,"

I turned to the front door and walked out of it, not letting Jungkook's hand go even as I was locking the front door securely. Before walking onto the sidewalk, I gave Jungkook a reassuring grin, "Ready?"

He nodded, his shaggy hair moving against his thick eyebrows. My fingers reached up to the straying hairs, playing with them as I examined the slightly overgrown characteristics of the brown streaks that felt so soft yet so thick in my hand, "I can give you a little trim when we get home,"

He nodded, pulling his hood over his head so he wouldn't be spotted in public, and I smiled for the hundredth time today before walking hand in hand with him down the streets filled with people.

"Where are we going?" His hand squeezed around mine ever so slightly, the sensation sending an enumeration of tingles up and down my arm in a spiraling euphoric manner.

"The grocery store~" I replied in a sing-song voice, "We need eggs, bacon, milk, and some water,"

He hummed in reply, not needing to reply. With the hoodie and the amount of pheromones mixing in the cool, spring air, nobody seemed to notice Jungkook's presence considering how quickly and quietly the both of us sifted through the crowds of people.

We made it to the crosswalk where a diverse character of people were. Omegas, betas, alphas were all collectively gathered here at all times because they all had places to go and things to see. One of the only similarities between the three classes.

"Jimin," calles Jungkook quietly from my right. My head whipped towards his voice with a questioning expression.

"Yeah?"

He pointed to the front of us to where all of the people around us were staring. He was pointing to the big Jumbotron which being projected from one of the numerous towering skyscrapers in front of us.

'Jeon Jongkook being testified for the murder of his wife, Jeon Yein,'

My hand flew to cup my mouth in shock to hold in my gasp. The big screen then showed a picture of what I'm assuming is Jungkook's father next to one of the devil woman that Jungkook and I murdered just a week before.

My head snapped towards my lover, his eyes already on mine knowingly. The crosswalk began to move in a unison motion, Jungkook and I not moving one inch. The people behind us walked around us, Jungkook and I being the only still thing in the whole crossroads.

"Jungkook, I—"

He put his palm on my mouth to inhibit me from talking and placed a slender finger on his thin lips, "We'll talk about it when we get home. Let's just go shopping now, okay?"

I nodded slowly in response, knowing that if we were to discuss something so confidential here, there's a chance that Jungkook may get recognized and he'll be taken away from me.

I can't have that.

My hand that was in his was embarrassingly clammy but I could feel the hot sweat of Jungkook's mixing with mine, the little concoction making me feel a little better since it told me that Jungkook was here.

With me.
 
[author's notes]
 
You hate me?

Ight cool, that's valid but go to the end of the line because no one hates me more than I fucking hate myself so check yerself before you wreck yerself.

But last night I went to sleep at 8 and woke up at 8 so I wasn't able to post last night but today was a double post to make up for it.

I'm really pushing for it;)

Hehe.