November 17th, 8:43 PM
Jungkook went home last night around 6 o'clock, Jimin begged him to stay, but the latter refused, saying: "Baby, I can't, I have to go work, I've missed a whole week."
As of now Jimin was laying down on his bed, watching Beauty and The Beast. As he laid there, his stomach made a large grumbling sound. "I'm hungry.." but the little guy was too lazy to get out of the house. "Hobi Hyung!!!" He shouted from across the apartment. "Can you go get take-out?!"
He heard a faint response but couldnt tell if it was a "Jimin! No, you bastard!" or a "Yeah sure! Fried rice or steamed?"he
He rolled onto his stomach, sprawling out across his bed. He decided it was best to sleep instead. He didn't bother shutting off the TV as he closed his eyes. He was lulled to sleep by the soft beat of his heart. He then heard flutes playing and the pumps of his heart turned into little pitter-patters of a drum. The flute was then joined by a soft cello. They played in harmony until they split apart, the deep instrument playing a more smooth, soothing sound, complimenting the flute. But then as it got good, a trumpet (somewhat) blasted in his ears, causing him to wake up. His roommate was standing over him, hold a deliciously smelling bag of take-out.
"Aw, you actually got it." Jimin smiled a little as he spoke in a slightly scratchy voice. "Damn Jimin, you were out cold. I was saying your name for like.. forever until I screamed in your ears!"
Soon the omega and beta were eating their late night dinner together, but once again parting as they climbed into their respective beds, curling up in their cozy comforters. As soon as Jimin's eyelids shut, the pitter-patter of the drums came back, then the flute, then the cello. But instead of the loud trumpet interrupting; a familiar voice started singing, a pin couldn't be stuck into who it truly belonged to, but it was a beautiful male. "The song of the heart, the beat of passion, the melody of happiness, and the harmony of sadness. These are the things that lull, the mind, to sleep." As Jimin listened to the sweet song more, he was filled with warmth, the enchanting voice carried long more. But then they stopped, and the cello, the flute, and even the light pitter-patter of the drums were erased from this magical dream land he was in.
"Sweet Dreams, Jimin." Then the dart hit the target, the sweet, comforting voice, warming song, was Jungkook. He could hear the song of Jungkook's heart. "Sweet Dreams, Jungkookie."
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Soooo. how'd you like it?
Its a little different, i'll admit, but i love it alot!
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『His Scent』 {Jikook/Kookmin}
FanfictionJimin finds himself being stalked by someone, as he's just met Jungkook. He feels he's being watched. Who could this stalker be? Or possibly.. what?
