salt || jikook

eight

"are you afraid?" jimin said in a low, soft whisper against jungkook's golden tanned skin. he could feel the male tensing under his touch.

"we're in public..." jungkook mumbled, trying to distract himself from the fact that jimin was deep within his personal space bubble. their bodies were nearly connected. he wouldn't have payed much attention to it... if maybe they were in a room and not pressed up against a wall in the lesser travelled areas of an arcade.

you know, an arcade surrounded with children and adults alike.

"trust me..." jimin mumbled. "no one can see us." he wasn't lying when he said that. not only were they in a more secluded area of the arcade, but jimin was using some... demonic ability to shield them. he could manipulate the air around them, he could manipulate the people into walking another way. a lot of powers were being used at once to keep them in secret. there was so much he could do and jungkook was unaware of all of it, he just didn't know that.

"the things i could do to you right now..." jimin said, lightly dragging his finger tip along jungkook's perfectly sculpted jawline. the gentle touch sent all kinds of reactions throughout the blonde's body. his mind became too conflicted at this point, unable to settle on an emotion.

"if you wanted to take me back to your place, then maybe i'd let you do those things to me..." jungkook said quietly, a smirk playing across his lips. his eyes stared right into jimin's, his alluring gaze drawing him in even further.

"you wouldn't let me do them here? what about in the bathroom?" jimin said, half joking, unless...

"i don't think i'd want our first fuck to be in the bathroom if an arcade."

"are you implying that there will be others?" jimin asked with a devious, sly smirk. he licked his bottom lip, another way he lured jungkook in.

"possibly..." jungkook said, his hands slowly traveling up and down the sides of jimin's body. slow, teasing touches. jimin only let himself melt in the other's touch.

they held each other close, dangerously close. their faces were only breaths away from touching. their lips were nearly connected.

"tell me what you want..." jimin mumbled in a hot breath against jungkook's wet lips.

"you..." jungkook mumbled back.

"that's what i like to hear..." jimin said with a smirk as he was the one to close the small gap between their lips.

the movement of their lips in harmony only lasted a few, very short seconds. that is until something like a spark of electricity went on to shock them both.
jimin tore his lips away, covering his mouth in pain. he stumbled back a step, watching as jungkook mimicked the action. his eyes were wide, his mind was confused. the two were not only physically shocked from the contact but mentally shocked also.

jimin touched his lip a couple of times, only to realize it was bleeding. the red transferred from his plump lips onto the tips of his fingers. the blood also painted jungkook's lips as well, dripping down the side of his mouth like a vampire. at this point, jimin's magic that surrounded them had began to unnaturally fade away.

the pain wasn't intense, at least for jungkook it was faint, but it was completely unexpected and that probably made it hurt more than it should've. for jimin, it hurt a little more, not that he was in complete agony, but it was still a painful experience. they stood in silence, thinking about what just happened and more importantly why it happened... another sign jimin ignored.

"your lips are..." jungkook said, reaching out the wipe the blood from jimin's lips. he smeared it slightly, but it was better than nothing being done at all. the blood continued to pour out.

"i..." jimin said, taking a step back, covering his mouth with his hands so jungkook couldn't touch him anymore. the red blood from his lips were transferring onto his hands and the ends of the sleeves from his shirt.

"what was that..." jungkook asked, wiping drops of blood with his hands, before deciding to take it to the bathroom. jimin followed.

"i... don't know— ah shit..." jimin mumbled, as he looked in the mirror. he took a paper towel, lightly pressing it against his lips to stop the blood. eventually, it stopped pouring out from his lips when he decided to hold a paper towel there.

jungkook's head began to hurt, like a throbbing headache. it wasn't a headache at all. it was jimin's charms slowly wearing away from the shock instead of being deactivated on their own. another thing jungkook didn't know.

"i'm really sorry," jimin mumbled, taking a paper towel and putting it gently against jungkook's lips.

he couldn't meet the others gaze. jungkook only let out a sigh.

several thoughts began surfacing in jimin's head as to what the reason for their pain was. maybe it was one of those static shocks that happened to everyone, for some reason it was... extra painful..? really jimin knew the answer, but he tried to think of anything but that.

jimin winced, not only because of the pain he faced, but because of what he had just done. he wasn't stupid, he knew what was going on. and the thought still picked at his head. he fucked up, he fucked really bad. the realization of how bad this fuck up was finally dawned upon him.

"fuck..." jimin mumbled as the thought pick this brain.

jungkook was an angel.

or at least— some kind of angel? if it had been a normal angel, the pain would be much worse, or at least jimin would think it would be. but jungkook didn't seem to be in as much pain as he was. so why was the pain there for a second and then dulled? jimin sighed, tossing the bloody paper towels into the trash can. he put his hands on the counter, hanging his head in frustration. he really wanted to hit something, but he wasn't gonna lash out.

had he really been messing around with an angel this whole time? is that why he could easily resist jimin's charms? and for so long too? jimin couldn't even tell jungkook was an angel until the moment their lips made contact. but another question begged to differ. did jungkook even know he was an angel?

it sounded stupid in his head. how would an angel not know he's an angel? the other didn't act like a typical angel would. any angel would be able to tell that jimin's red eyes were a sign of his... well of what he is. so why did jungkook ask if they were contacts when they first met? maybe he did it on purpose? in attempt to capture jimin?

jimin closed his eyes inhaling deeply. jungkook put a hand gently on jimin's back, trying to comfort the other.

"jimin are you—"

"please don't," jimin said, shrugging his hand off. jimin speedily walked out of the bathroom, not trying to give any explanations. it hurt him to shove the other out of the way like that, but it would be bad for both of them to continue whatever this was.

jungkook followed him, but realized he was no where to be seen. his dark eyes scanned the entire arcade, but nothing. he just saw random little kids with their parents, maybe some teenagers, but no jimin.

he walked towards the exit, but stopped when his eyes were met with a black and somewhat red sand dust pile in the floor. he knelt beside it, picking only a bit of it and letting the small grains run through his fingers. he looked around in confusion, wondering what a small pile of black sand was doing in the middle of the arcade.

where did it even come from?