Over Watching

One

"Jungkookie?"

Jimin juggles the bags of groceries in one hand as he kicks his shoes off, hanging his coat on the rack with his free hand.

"Jungkook?" he pauses long enough to slide his feet into a pair of slippers before padding his way down the carpeted hall and into the living room.

"Hey, babe," he says, spying Jungkook on his computer in the corner of the room. "Can you give me a hand?" he walks through to the kitchen without waiting for an answer.

Depositing the bags of groceries on the bench, he rests his hands on the counter top, closing his eyes for a second, exhaustion taking over him.

Having just finished his last class for the week, all he wants to do is put the groceries away, call for takeout and spend the weekend on the couch with one of his two favourite boys.

His heart pangs a little at the thought of one of them missing. With Taehyung gone until the morning visiting his grandmother, it seems a little too quiet in their small apartment.

Lifting his head, he sighs loudly when he realises Jungkook still hasn't answered him.

Stepping out of the kitchen he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he watches his younger boyfriend mashing at his computer keys, headphones on and swearing into the microphone.

Rolling his eyes, Jimin unpacks the groceries himself, putting everything away before grabbing the stack of takeaway menus from beside the cordless house phone.

Carrying them back through to the living room, he drops onto the couch and glances up at Jungkook again, smirking when the dark haired man shouts incoherently.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asks conversationally, flipping through one of the menus with one eyebrow raised. "I was thinking maybe a pizza," he continues, giggling when Jungkook doesn't answer.

Knowing he won't get anything out of his boyfriend until the game's done, Jimin orders the pizza for both of them before heading in to take a shower and dress in his most comfortable pair of sweatpants, not bothering with a shirt as he lets his still wet blonde hair drip down onto his bare shoulders as he leaves the bathroom.

"Seriously?" he huffs when he sees Jungkook still playing the game, stomping over and pulling the headphones from his ears.
"Hey," Jungkook shouts, turning in his chair to peer up at his tiny boyfriend. "Hey," he says, a little calmer as he brushes his long, dark curls out of his eyes with a tattooed hand. "I didn't know you were home."

"Clearly," Jimin pouts, and Jungkook chuckles, pushing his chair out a little and tugging him into his lap.

"Hey," Jungkook murmurs, laughing softly when Jimin winds his arms around his neck but won't look at him.

Ducking down, Jungkook turns his head this way and that, trying to meet his eyes. "Come on, baby, are you really that mad at me?" it's his turn to pout now, a little exaggeratedly, and Jimin can't resist the snort of laughter that bursts out of him when he notices.

"That's better," Jungkook grins, one arm wrapped around Jimin's waist as the other smooths over his outer thigh. "Did you have a good day?"

"M tired," Jimin smiles. "Wanna cuddle."

"Hmm," Jungkook reaches out with his other hand to grab the headphones, placing them carefully over Jimin's ears.

"Jungkook, what -"

"Hey, Minnie."

Jimin gasps at the deep voice that sounds in his ears. "TaeTae?" he asks, holding his breath.