POLARIODS AND PILLOWS.

eighteen

jungkook knew he was being a complete idiot. he knew completely what he was doing, in all it's entirety, but he didnt care.

jimin was in pain. it was his job to help him feel better, no matter what.

its all jungkook had ever known— hanging out with jimin because he was feeling down. doing everything in his power to lift his spirits. become his temporary caregiver. take care of him while he was drunk. there to hold him when yoongi hurt him in some way again. hell, he went to the goddamn club, jealous of all the people who had their eyes glued on his jimin.

well, not his. but a man can only dream.

driving to jimin's house was like walking through a graveyard at night. chills were running through his spine, almost feeling deja vu as he drove in the rain. the radio was up high, and his fingers. tightly gripping the steering wheel as if he needed to stay grounded.

he couldnt say his mind was racing, because honestly, he had come to terms with his feelings. he knew what was going to happen once he walked through the door. jimin would cry, and he would hold and comfort him, jimin would slip and finally, he'd fall asleep in jungkooks arms.

thats how the story went every time. and jungkook had accepted that. nothing more, nothing less. it was going to go back to how it was— holding his feelings inside and loving him from afar.

as he pulled up to jimin's house, he ruffled his silky hair as he exhaled slowly. here we go again.

he walked up to the door nonchalantly, not bothering to knock before opening the door and walking inside. he looked around, seeing how unusually clean his kitchen was, and how there were no sippy cups in sight, or any stuffies on the ground. no coloring books on the coffee table. and most importantly, no jimin.

"hey, minnie?" jungkook called out, using his nickname in case he was small. this was always in the back of his mind— he knew it could happen at any time and he needed to be prepared. after closing the door behind him, he furrowed his eyes as he walked around the house, occasionally calling out jimin's name.

he checked the kitchen, living room, bathroom. the only other place would be in his room— which was closed. jungkook sighed softly under his breath, adjusting his black shirt and fixing his hair once again. as he walked up to jimin's closed door, he placed his hand on the doorknob before mumbling. "i'm coming in, alright?"

he heard a hum on the other side of the door, and he took that as an okay to come in. slowly twisting the doorknob, he opened the door to find the lights were off and only a couple candles lit up the room. he could only see a bit of movement somewhere, on jimin's bed he assumed.

it smelled of cherry, intense cherry. from what he could see, the stuffed animals that usually adorned his bed were nowhere to be found and were replaced by silk red sheets. as well as the candles lit, he had insence burning, immediately making jungkook more relaxed.

it was warm inside, all of his senses overloaded. this was not like jimin— why are his white cotton sheets replaced the softest looking deep red silk sheets he'd ever seen? why were his normal cake batter candles replaced by the most intense cherry he'd ever smelled? and most of all, now that he sees it, why is jimin's blonde hair the deepest, most beautiful shade of red he'd ever laid eyes on?

"can you shut the door behind you.. please?" jimin's voice filled the sweet air, almost startling jungkook as he snapped out of his trance, nodding slowly as he closed the door with a click.

jungkook could hear jimin's breathing only slightly, and honestly, could only see jimin himself because of his fucking hair. it would take a while to get used to— mostly because it was one extreme to the next. babyboy, cute jimin to incredibly seductive and sexy jimin, but that was all in his own head.