The Man Between The Pages {Jikook} [completed]

~Two drops of rum... blood?~

''Imagine someone loving every inch of you.

Someone who was  going to turn rum into blood

only because you have asked.

Press kisses into your insecurities, 

indemnifying your lovely flaws.

Is this a mind game?

Is it really love?

Forgery has been increasing ...

And my pain has increased too...''. 

He could have sworn he didn't let his key there.

He always hid a spare key under the jardinière he had on his veranda. Jungkook was certain he had left the key on the right side of the pot. He always left it on the right side of the flower pot.

However he had more important matters to think about. 

Storming into his living room after locking the door behind him, Jungkook fell on his couch and tried to calm his breathing down. He couldn't believe what had happened today, all these paradoxical coincidences and unusual incidents were certainly driving him insane.

Park Jimin couldn't escape from Jungkook's trapped thoughts. Yet the young raven haired didn't just think of him as problem but more of a man. It was true that Park Jimin could move his finger and both men and women would run and bow to his feet. He still remembers the hungry eyes of the girls and the prurient glances of the men.

Moreover, everything seemed to connect. His character was twenty five. According to Namjoon's information Park Jimin was twenty five. His creation was beautiful beyond compare... And he had seen it with his own eyes, Park Jimin definitely was a feast for everyone's eyes. The young twenty three year old began to feel as if he was a demented man ensnared in a mental hospital.

How was he supposed to explain that to anyone? How was he supposed to continue living as if Park Jimin, a fictional figure that he spent hours and hours thinking of, actually existed in the purest [ questionably], most handsome version?