A MILLION AND LOVE

[carmine]

04 : cue;holy ground- taylor swift  "i'm sure it'll be under the bed

no really

i― no, hyung....wait a second calm down. no listen to m―"

jimin stared as jungkook paced between the two windows in his bedroom, his phone stuck to his ear, eyebrows scrunched with things jimin wasn't entirely sure of because he had absolutely no idea about what was going on.

it looked serious. jungkook was chewing his lips off. he didn't always do that.

he then pinched his chin between two fingers, distress taking over him in electric blue shards. jimin worried. there were three people(s) he did not like with all of his being; 1)a drunk seokjin, 2)politicians, 3)a worried jungkook. and right now, all he wanted to do was smooth the lines between jungkook's eyebrows away.

jimin watched jungkook for a few minutes as the other sat himself at the edge of jimin's bed, silent, tossing his phone from one hand to another; and slowly slid closer, gathering the blankets wrapped around him, along. "is something wrong?"

jungkook looked up at him with helpless eyes, merlot browns swishing around his pupils and around him. 

"namjoon hyung pushed one of the controllers under the bed."

jimin nodded. thinking if he should pat his back for some comfort―

"what?"

"namjoon hyung, accidentally slipped one of the game controllers away from them while they were playing― i'm sure it went under that darned bed in their living. and now jin hyung won't come out of his room.

namjoon hyung tried getting it out after i told him but hurt his head."

jimin rolled his eyes. of course. why in the world would he think of other more valid mishaps. it was kim seokjin they were talking about. of course.

jimin pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to avoid jungkook's eyes staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. but failed;

he hit the younger's back with all of the strength he could possibly muster because behold, jungkook was a pig in terms of his musculoskeletal system.

"ow! what was that for?"

"a game controller?! and you two are acting like it's seokjin  who's stuck under the bed!"

"but hyung you know how upset he gets when someone messes with his game systems and it's namjoon hyung- out of everyone- who did it!"

"and what place does that have in all of this?"

"they just started dating, hyung. i had to work my butt off and i'm not having jin hyung ruin all of it just because of some game controll―"

"and now it's just a game controller?!"

"no it's the relationship that―"

"that is walking on fucking twigs- let me sleep!" jimin turned onto his left, back facing jungkook.

"you didn't even move a finger!"

"i'm the one who got the idea of them being a thing."

"i fixed all of their dates."

"you mean 'accidental encounters'." jimin air quoted with his right hand.

"dates."

jimin rolled his eyes, again. he turned around to look at jungkook staring at him. staring, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. 

jungkook was silent, for what seemed like an eternity―but a little second. he watched jimin move his arm from where it was resting beside his head, to his stomach, entranced. 

jimin could see his eyes move from his own, to the rest of his face, to his lips, around his cheeks. jimin felt himself warming up, rose red thumping in his heart. "what?"

jungkook seemed to have had his reverie broken, but dang he was smooth, his eyes, very spontaneously moved from where they previously were on jimin's face; back to his eyes; very discreetly, retracing everything he had drawn. the corner of his mouth twitched up as he stared shallow blacks into jimin's eyes, getting him all worked up because of the suddenness. 

"what're you being so cranky for?" he mumbled. he had to strain his ears, but jimin caught it.

"'m not... being...cranky" jimin frowned, murmuring back. his stomach was flipping with hot, bothered purple-red ropes. he found himself calming down only with jungkook's soft chuckle. ringing carmines into his ears, soft but demanding. just like jungkook.

jimin kept his gaze fixed on jungkook's, neither ready to lose. he missed the younger's hand moving towards the end of his comforter, resulting in his startle when jungkook yanked it off him, throwing it onto the floor.

"stop being an old man and work your bones." jungkook stood up, folded his arms behind his heads as he walked out the room, lazily. 

"i washed that last week! you―you miscreant." jimin hissed once his confusion cleared. jungkook was being difficult. not the bratty difficult. but difficult to read, which was new. maybe because he wasn't the fifteen year old who got lost on the noisy streets of seoul. not the fifteen year old who's hand jimin held as he walked him to where he was supposed to be. 

maybe because jungkook was hinting on something different: different from the unsaid bro codes and i-am-the-first-person-you-tell-your-secrets-to-not-him cliches they were fancying just the other day.

this was different from the leaving sticky notes of strings of inside jokes on each others room doors, jungkook seemed to be having an inside joke of his own and jimin was bothered. 

jimin couldn't decide. 

"nice grammar hyung."

"vocabulary."

"l.o.l get out we're going somewhere."

"where?"

"you'll see."

"am i being kidnapped right now"

"smuggled. better check your oxygen tank."

"oh.

what?" >>