Just Listen ➳ Jikook ✔

[11] Oh. My. God.

A/N: Just a warning. There will be like... sexual thoughts in this chapter 😏. Not too bad, but you know...

*The next morning*

*February 8th*

Third person's POV:

Jimin and Jungkook were currently driving to Jimin's house to get clothes and tell his mom that he was staying the entire time school was out. They thought it was kind of crazy, but they genuinely wanted to get to know each other better.

Jimin wanted Jungkook to be his friend because he had never really had a best friend. Last night was the first time Jimin ever spent the night at someone's house, and it wasn't as scary as he thought it was going to be. Even before his accident, Jimin didn't really have friends and was kind of an introvert.

The reason Jungkook wanted to be friends with him was because he felt like he was a challenge. Jimin was stubborn, and had his moments where he could be super rude, and if Jungkook was being honest, that just made him a better person to be around.

They arrived at Jimin's small yet somewhat large house, walking up to the door and knocking on it. "Jimin! Jungkook!" His mom happily exclaimed after opening the door. "What's up?"

"I'm gonna stay at his house for the next few weeks while we're out of school. I came here to let you know that and to get some clothes and stuff," Jimin answered.

His mom smiled and pulled both of them inside, making them hot chocolate before going to Jimin's room to pack for him. Jimin would've done it, but his mom refused to let him leave his friend while he got his stuff together. So now, Jungkook and Jimin were sitting at the kitchen island awkwardly.

Jungkook couldn't help but look around at the beautiful home. There were pictures of Jimin on some of the tables, and he was absolutely blown away by how nice and cozy the house was. It was a house for a family, and a family never lived in Jungkook's house. He was the only person that ever lived in it, even though his parents owned it.

Jungkook's POV:

I looked at Jimin who was sipping his drink and smiled at him. The thoughts about him and I together were creeping back, and I tried to shake off the feeling, but I couldn't. I lived alone. How are you not supposed to think dirty when it comes to such an attractive, sexy person? Especially when you yourself live alone. There wouldn't be anyone there to stop you.

Not that anything was gonna happen over the next few weeks, but hypothetically, if it were to happen, my house would literally be the best place.

When his mom came down with multiple suitcases, we put them in my car and Jimin said bye to his mom before we drove off.

"Can we go out to eat?" Jimin asked.

"Sure. Where?"

"Panda Express? I like Chinese food."

I said 'sure' and started driving to the nearest one. It was one of my favorite restaurants in Seoul, and the fact that Jimin liked it too didn't make the fact that I was having strange thoughts about him any better. Now I knew we liked the same things, which just made me even more into him.

No. No. No.

I wasn't into him. I was merely into his personality. And even though I had weird thoughts about him and believed we could honestly be good together, I didn't... I didn't... li-like...

I couldn't even get the words out in my head. For some reason, I couldn't deny the fact that there could be a small chance I had feelings for him. I just wanted to jump off of a bridge into a river of molten lava for thinking that about him.

Jimin's POV:

It was winter, the AC was on in the car, and I was still impossibly hot. If felt as if I had some sort of insane canine-like sense of smell, and I was able to smell every little bit of Jungkook.

Oh. My. God.

Here I was, sitting, breathing in the amazing aroma of Jungkook's manly, yet somehow soft scent, being a pervert while he was just sitting there being innocent. I was being a pervert and a pedophile, seriously.

I just couldn't stop imagining it for some random reason. Before my accident, I obviously read fanfictions on Wattpad about different K-Pop groups (specifically EXO, Infinite, and WINNER, but we don't talk about that), so I knew everything about that stuff.

Obviously by me saying that, that meant that the farthest I've ever dived into the world of "doing it", was by reading fanfictions written by other thirsty hoes such as myself.

It was hard to admit that I was currently imagining it with Jungkook, but I definitely was. From the way he held me in his arms last night, I felt that I was safe, and if we were doing it, it would be the same. I wanted to know what his lips felt like, what every part of him felt like. I wanted him to take me hard, and I was almost not ashamed to think that anymore.

A/N: I'm embarrassed by my own writing R.I.P 😔.

I'll never have my first time if it isn't with someone I trust, and Jungkook's the only person I trusted. I didn't want to think that though. God, how could I think that about a guy? I was straight. Well, I had never dated or was attracted to anyone, so I didn't even know my sexuality yet.

I wasn't... attracted to Jungkook. I felt like if I was, that would just make me gay because I'd never been attracted to girls.

I didn't even completely know how I felt about Jungkook.

A/N: Oof this chapter kinda sucked. There was barely any dialogue lol.