ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ☑

Brave

"How can you love him?" Taehyung whispered the words Jimin had said earlier in the club. He almost burst a nerve at how forcefully he exerted those words.  

"I do," Jimin replied with much more determination and annoyance in his voice. 

"You've stalked him for what, a few weeks and now you love him? How does this work?" He pointed his thumb back at the couch where Jungkook had been laid in the fetal position under a warm blanket. 

"I know how it sounds," Jimin protested calmly. "But I know what my body feels for him and also this." He palmed his chest on the left side. "Tonight sealed the doubts and tackled them away for me. I thought you will support me, being you know...my friend and all."

"Sarcasm, really, Jimin?" Taehyung felt like he was talking to a rock, a well-defined, pretty-looking, but undoubtedly a dump lump of weight. 

Sighing and glancing back at Jungkook to see he was still asleep, Jimin put the stopper to their conversation. "Let's talk about this when you can keep an open mind, Tae. I am beat." Taehyung's mouth remained half-open when Jimin closed the door in his face.

He scoffed, turning around to leave.

Jimin paced back to the couch and sat down on the floor, leveling Jungkook's face. The boy sensed a shadow and cologne. He squirmed, reaching out to hold Jimin and the man slid closer so that he successfully placed a hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook started pulling Jimin closer by digging his fingers into his nape. Jimin hesitated and had more strength in his body against the half-asleep and fully-drunk 20-year-old to completely resist him physically, but when Jungkook pouted with an agitated groan and his face scowled, Jimin loosened and inched closer.

It seemed like a few seconds and his lips were on Jungkook's. 

The boy was kissing him madly. Jimin was shell-shocked. He couldn't kiss him back, thinking if Jungkook thought of him to be his ex-boyfriend. Jimin couldn't, even though he wanted it for so long. Not unless Jungkook was sober enough to acknowledge what he was doing and with whom. He broke the kiss.

Then he heard Jungkook's plea in a small voice. "Please, Jimin Hyung."

Hearing his name, he had to gawk at Jungkook's face, who had now shut his eyes while his lids shook.

Getting up from the floor, Jimin hovered on top of Jungkook on the couch so suddenly and saw the boy opening his eyes for a beat before he clashed his lips on the younger's. The kiss brought them close. Jungkook's hand grabbed Jimin's neck, fingers roaming in his hair as he moaned gutturally, jerking his hips up, needing more on the couch. Jimin's emotions and lust, everything was poured into the kiss when he comprehended that the inhibitions weren't playing and how receptive Jungkook was. He tilted his mouth, grabbing the boy's cheeks between his palms, and deepened the kiss, wet, soft yet with pressure, slow, and passionate.

Jungkook's small Mm's had Jimin's fingers caressing his skin and he didn't want to pull away. That was until Jungkook allowed him inside, and Jimin claimed him. Pushing his tongue into the alcoholic mouth, he sucked on Jungkook's tongue, traced his jaw, and touched everything he could, feeling his boner under his crotch.

Jungkook was a mess, but he was also conscious and he knew what he was doing. 

Jimin pulled away, looking at the swollen and rogue lips of the boy. He was staring down at him when their gazes met. Jungkook flashed Jimin a small smile and opened his shirt's top button before closing his eyes again, indicating to Jimin that he was willing to do this if he was also in. 

Jimin gulped his throat, sliding on the end of the couch, and saw the tent in Jungkook's pants. Unable to decide what was the moral high ground, he felt tears of agitation in his eyes. Walk away. Walk right now.

And he did. 

Standing up, Jimin rushed to his room.

His hands were on his waist as he dawdled around, breathing, trying to think of anything else other than Jungkook, but not having success. 

His eyes fell on the window, seeing the dark room where once Jungkook lived. How much he wanted this, how much he wanted him. Jungkook was now in his living room, asking for it, but his feelings have changed. More than the animalistic instinct to fuck Jungkook, he thought about Jungkook's innocent face and what might he feel like the next morning. Regret? Yes, that was inevitable. 

He couldn't make Jungkook go through any worse. 

But.

Jungkook was the one asking for it, and it wouldn't be a gentlemanly thing to keep his love interest waiting. 

Jimin's legs were taking him back to the living room, but then he halted at beat. Shaking his head, he breathed. "No."

Jungkook was here because he trusted Jimin and though he was an opportunist, he wasn't the shadow of what the night was. If he was brave enough to face his feelings head-on, he was brave enough to restrain himself tonight.

Jungkook needed his own sweet time to get over the breakup more than anything right now. Sure, maybe meaningless sex with a boy next door might have been Jungkook's idea of getting over, but to Jimin, Jungkook was much more, and if he wanted Jungkook to find out about that one day, he needed to be respectful, even when Jungkook didn't know he needed that respect at that moment.  

When Jimin slowly and finally walked up to the couch, Jungkook was as good as asleep. His face found a smile and after a few moments of revering, he scooped him up and began to walk toward his room. 

Jungkook placed his hands around Jimin's neck, his eyes were stinging and he was sure there were tears, safely captured in closed lids. If he thought about Jin for a second too much, they would roll out. So he sniffled, in an attempt of absorbing them back. At the same time, his heart was beating and he was more than thankful that Jimin was the one who had him in his arms. He couldn't think of anyone else he would rather be with. There was a sense of protection around him.

Jungkook felt he was lowered onto the bed, his body covered with a duvet, heard the heating system, and then parting footsteps before the door closed. He could have opened his eyes, but he didn't want to see himself lonely tonight. His hands trailed for the extra pillow on the bed and he hugged it in his arms, now letting the safe liquid seep out on it, realizing that moving on wasn't that easy, that hating Jin wasn't enough. His heart was torn apart, and he needed to pick up the pieces. As much as he knew it would not only be challenging but also tedious, he had to do it.