ALIGNMENT | JIKOOK ✔

Jeon Jungkook

He felt like his emotions were bursting at the seams, as he abruptly stood up, knocking over his chair. He needed to tell Jimin how he felt.

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The light hitting Jungkook's face through the blinds of the window caused him to crack his eyes open. He raised a hand to cover them, squinting at the surroundings. He was in his room. He couldn't remember how he got there.

He shifted in his bed, feeling a sticky, uncomfortable feeling between his legs. He looked down, seeing that he was still in the clothes that he was wearing yesterday when he went out to take photos.

Jungkook's mind was hazy, still heavy with sleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes when the memories of the previous evening came flashing through his mind. 

He kissed Jimin. 

Jimin is an incubus.

He fed off Jungkook.

He kissed Jimin.

Oh god.

The images of Jungkook being so bold, demanding that Jimin feed off him came back to him, causing his face to heat up with embarrassment at how forward he had been. And then, there was the very intense kiss that they shared. His hand touched his lips, remembering the way that Jimin's soft, plush lips felt against his own. How his body was ignited with a fire that burnt so hot with desire.

Jungkook forced those thoughts out of his mind, and rather decided to try and focus on the more pressing issue at hand. Jungkook hardly had a chance to digest the information he had learnt about Jimin the previous evening. His mind was muddled, too many thoughts hazing through it all at the same time. He needed to order his thoughts in a way that allowed him to think of everything. 

He stood from his bed, groaning at the way his body felt so gross. He needed to freshen up, but he was too scared to leave the safe haven of his room. The bathroom was right opposite Jimin's room, and he wanted to have all his ducks in a row before he faced Jimin again. He wanted to be sure of what he knew, what he didn't understand and what he wanted from his relationship with the elder. 

With this in mind, he opted for just changing out of last night's clothes and replacing them with cleaner, more comfortable ones. He seated himself at his bedside table, pulling out a notebook and a pen and started writing down his thoughts. He always felt that when he wrote out what he was feeling, he was able to better understand the way his mind worked. He used to journal, but since he was in his final year, he didn't have much time to do that anymore.

He stared at the blank paper, wondering what he should write down first. After five minutes, he decided to go with something simple.

1. Jimin is an incubus.

A supernatural being. Feeds on the sexual energy of others to survive. Is not human. Has ?magical powers.

That was all he could write about the first point. He realized that he really didn't ask as many questions as he should have probably asked. How old was Jimin? How many others are there like him? Does he do bad things? Jungkook immediately felt out of depth in this department, so he decided to pull out his phone and see what the internet had to say. 

Two minutes into scrolling through the search results, Jungkook realized that this proved to be completely unhelpful. Most sites just said things like "male evil spirits that have sex with women while they are sleeping." He figured he was going to have to ask Jimin more about his... kind. 

While he knew next to nothing about the finer intricacies of what made an incubus an incubus, he knew the things that made Jimin, Jimin, and he liked those things. Assuming that Jimin hadn't been lying to him about any of the exchanges they shared over the last few months, which Jungkook was almost certain of. If he really thought about it, really stewed on it, he didn't really care if Jimin was an incubus or not. As long as he didn't harm people, or do anything illegal, he couldn't see why Jimin being a little different was a problem in the slightest.