Ancient Omega (Jikook)

Part 1-The Unwelcome Prince

I've often thought if you can't have looks or brains then you sure as fuck better had personality and thank god, I had that in spades. So let me, tell you, about me. I am a 5'10" height challenged guy with a medium toned body and light brown hair, even my dark blue eyes are nothing to write home about. As if that wasn't bad enough, I am gay and can't be called a geek or a nerd, since you must be smart for those classifications. My parents were just happy I got my high school diploma and found a job that paid more than minimum wage. Now I can contribute to dad's beer fund, mom's bingo fund and still have ten dollars left to buy really good lube so at least when I jack off, it will feel kinda good.

Ever feel like you are stuck in a bubble and things happen around you and you just don't seem to get it? Well that's my life. It's like there is this haze that I live in, that I can't get out of. Most either think I am apathetic or autistic, neither of which is true I just gave up trying to get anyone to hear me or understand me. Why waste the energy? Well more about me later.

So that brings me up to why I'm writing this. I was told it was good "therapy". This asshole that I know has decided I need his help. Okay he's kinda of my best friend's older cousin,who I've had a crush on since I understood that my dick could shoot more than just urine. At 5'8" with a light complexion, he is a walking breathing god. He's one of those guys who made girls stick out their tits and guys stick out their pricks. His light gold eyes always seem to be smiling at everyone, and to say that everyone adores and fawns all over him is a very gross understatement. Well everyone but me. Even with that rock hard "marble-que" physique, I will always treat him like an asshole. Speaking of which guess who just came a calling?

Jungkook snapped the notebook closed. He knew why Jimin was here and once again the man was going to be disappointed. He still didn't have anything to say, and even if he did no one heard him. The other's only outlet was his journal and the only reason that was allowed was Jungkook found what he had to say to be vastly amusing. A soft knock on the door alerted him that Jimin was there. Though the other couldn't speak, he was still a stubborn SOB, and after the first 5 years, Jungkook had figured that someone, especially Taehyung or Jimin, would figure something had gone really wrong with him. Even with all the things he had been through they would have seen the difference between the other and him, but they didn't, so yay him. Jungkook patted the journal as if patting it affectionately. Maybe he was. It was the other part of himself after all, though the weak part. The part that still believed in knights in gleaming armor and the good guys prevail over the bad guys. He couldn't help but laugh softly as he slowly got up and sedately walked over to the door as Jimin rapped on the door again a little harder.

He opened the door and glared at the gorgeous man standing in front of him. He had to fight not to let his eyes drift over the man's body, like a junkie dying for a fix. Instead he stepped aside when Jimin's eyebrow raised in that way that let Jungkook know he was displeased with his action. Good, that is what he wanted. He really wasn't up to all his freaking psychobabble. The sooner the other man was fed up, the sooner he would leave him in peace.

"So, I take it, You aren't in a talking mood today, runt?" Jimin's smooth deep chocolaty voice softly teased as well as reprimand. Have to give the asshole marks for passing the primate IQ test. He flipped a finger at the other man to let him know what he thought of being called a runt. "Oh ho! I see we are in a feisty mood today. So brave...but I would bet money you aren't brave enough to walk out of the house." He said sharply. And the fight was on. Jungkook knew how to sign and could sign in 4 different languages. Jungkook rapidly signed "fuck off, you numb nutted, twat wadded, quasi pseudo quack!" Yeah, he was going to have to work on the name calling.

"Oh... I see. Well before you get to deep into your plans to continue your dialog, let me say right now, you are not going to make me go away by pissing me off. And for the record, you really need to work on your name calling. I would suggest you get out more and listen to others your age." Well, damn. He really hated this bastard. The other loved him, he may not say as much, and he act as though he didn't like him sometimes, but he did. Jungkook sighed. "What the hell do you want, today?" He asked quickly. He knew, he always knew, but he wanted Jimin to say it, always. "I want you to come out of this room and I want you to talk. I want you to tell me what happen. In exchange, I will tell you about what's hiding inside of you. I will share things that you need to know to grow. Since you have stopped. Growing that is. And Jungkook...I will fight you to get you out of this room,and you will lose. You are not safe here." Jimin intoned quietly.

Jungkook stared at the man for long moments. What did the other man know? Why did he sound so sure of himself while talking? He was talking as if he knew what happened, and that was impossible. Hell Jungkook wasn't even fully sure what all had happened. Sooo...WTF??? Did he maybe know about the other? No...he couldn't only Jungkook knew of him, since that is how his brained had dealt with the trauma of be kidnapped and held hostage for 15 days. Jimin was talking out of his ass, he had too be."I don't believe you know shit. I have nothing to say, and I was lost, that dead guy you found with me was just a vagrant that happen to be in the area. I don't know what else to tell you. So can you just go away, Jimin? We aren't friends. We never have been and I really resent you always coming here like I am suppose to just lay out and tell you everything and you will make it better. There is nothing to make better. I am who I am, now really, fuck off!" The same words. He was always saying the same words to Jimin, 3 times a week, they went through this ritual, he sighed heavily.

Jungkook was tired, Jimin had only been there a few minutes and he was already tired. Jungkook closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as the now raging headache began to pound against the front of his brain. Every time he talked about when he got kidnapped, his head hurt, And Jimin knew it. Jungkook opened pain laden eyes to literally beg Jimin to back off.

But before he could, Jimin had invaded his space and grabbed his face and tilted his head up roughly, Jungkook fought the hold but Jimin seemed to have decided he wasn't allowed to move his head. Jungkook found his head pulled up, and Jimin's golden eyes peering deeply into his. He must have seen something because Jungkook watched as his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He could feel the other inside. This was not good. Jungkook began to fight in earnest. He brought up his hands and executed a hard chop with the side of his hand, to the side of Jimin's neck. He backed away like a scared animal and watched his best friend's cousin warily. Taehyung was so getting his ass kicked for this. The other growled at him. Jungkook knew why. He wasn't afraid of shit and he wasn't about to start fearing anything now. He stopped backing up and lifted his head up. The other stared at the Jimin though, Jungkook's eyes with a look that let Jimin know he wasn't backing down. If the gorgeous asshole wanted a fight he would sure get one.

Jimin was working on instinct. When his flighty, air-headed cousin came to him and ask him to look over his friend, he had no idea it would get this complicated. He had sensed something about the boy the first time they had met again, but he hadn't known what it was, but now he had a really good clue and it wasn't a good thing, not by any means. He had come every few days, to try and assess the younger man, to see if he suffered from PTSD, or had he developed a serious psychosis due to his kidnapping years before. But now all of that was irrelevant. The young man's parents were going to freak. But now he had to get Jungkook down, and down meant out. His life was about to change, and unfortunately Jimin didn't think he had time to be nice about getting him to come out of his safe haven. So it was going to be the hard way.