I won't hurt you//kookmin

EATING

The following morning Jungkook blinked the sleep out of his eyes before he tossed his blanket off of him and sat up. There some days where you can just tell it's going to suck balls. This was one of those days.

For starters, Jungkook had only gotten about two hours of sleep after staying up late playing Overwatch. He promised himself to only play one game last night, but there was this one player that kept killing him over and over again. Jungkook's pride wouldn't let him stop until he had found that player and crushed him into the ground. Needless to say, it took a while. That player was definitely using cheat codes and mods to hide and win. But not even that was enough to save him from Jungkook's retaliation.

Jungkook yawned and rubbed his eyes. After a few failed attempts at getting up, he cut his losses and sprawled back on his bed. No matter what he tried, he couldn't keep his eyes open. It's not like this is his first all-nighter, but today it seemed worse than ever.

I should just skip today. Not like anything important is going on.

Jungkook decided his sleep was more important than any class. He covered himself in his thick blanket, snuggling in and closing his eyes for much needed rest. The ravenette laid still for only a few moments before passing out.

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"Shit shit shit," he cursed as he rummaged around for clean clothes to wear. Damn, he needed to do laundry soon. Not the point though. How could he forget he had lunch with Jimin? He checked the time; it was  11:15. Lunch was at 12. Jungkook forced himself to relax. He still had time. He freaked himself out for nothing.

Jungkook left his apartment 20minutes later, freshly showered but still tired as hell. He smacked himself a couple of times to wake himself up before driving. Last thing he wanted was crash and most likely die. He made sure to drive extra carefully, visor on his helmet up so the wind could help keep him alert. He pulled into his parking space smoothly and with time to spare. Now he just had to get to the commons area and meet Jimin.

Across the campus, Jimin sat in his lecture hall counting the seconds as the clock ticked. Lunch was barely two minutes away and Jimin couldn't wait to see Jungkook again. He felt so guilty for wanting so bad to see another man while he had a boyfriend, but he couldn't help the fact that Jungkook intrigued him.

The bell finally rang, cutting off the professor's rant on why Dota is not real art. Jimin sprang to his feet and practically sprinted out of the door. He, of course, got swept up in the crowds heading to lunch, but that hardly bothered him. By the time his forced his way outside, most tables were filled with chatting students. Except for one, under that big oak tree in the corner of the quad. There sat a boy with his head down on the old wooden picnic table, sleeping. Jimin felt a giddy rush go through him at the sight.

"Excuse me. You shouldn't sit like this. You could hurt yourself," Jimin giggled, poking Jungkook's back.

"Fuck off," the half asleep boy growled.

Jimin giggled again. "But I made you all this food," he fake whined. Jungkook's head shot up at that, realizing it was Jimin and not some random bitch.

"Oh, hey, Jimin."

"Hi, Hyung!" Jimin took the seat across from Jungkook, digging into his bag for the lunch box he made. "You never texted back what you like, so I just made a little bit of everything. I hope you like it."

Jungkook almost told him off for calling hyung again, but then he caught scent of the food Jimin made. His mouth watered, reminding him that he hadn't eaten breakfast. "It's ok. I'm not a picky eater." Jimin smiled at the reassurance. Jungkook reached out his hand and slid the lunch box over to him. Tentatively, he brought the fork to his mouth. He may not be picky, but he refused to eat anything that tasted gross. Turns out, his caution wasn't needed. "Holy fuck, this is better than I expected."