The eyes

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/32630563.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: M/M
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Kim Jongin | Kai/Park Jimin (BTS)
Character: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Jongin | Kai, Kim Taehyung | V,
Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim
Seokjin | Jin
Additional Tags: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin in Love, Angst and Hurt/Comfort,
Possessive Behavior, Possessive Kim Jongin | Kai, Kidnapping,
Claiming, Forced Relationship, Oblivious Park Jimin (BTS), Jealousy,
Kim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin are Best Friends,
Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Angst, Obsession, Secret Identity,
Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin are boyfriends, Park Jimin Needs a Hug, im
sorry kai i love u, the world is a dark place, a little fluff cuz its important,
Author Park Jimin, why am I doing this to myself, pls dont hate jimin or
jungkook, Park Jimin is a soft baby that needs attention, watch Jimin
walk into his trap like a good boy, Explicit Sexual Content, Non-
Consensual Drug Use, Dark Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con
Elements, Eating Disorders
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2021-07-17 Completed: 2021-11-26 Chapters: 4/4 Words:
56872

The eyes
by Graylovelies

Summary

Jimin doesn't understand the feeling of fright and terror that arouses on his skin, the way
the hairs on his nape stand in agitation. All he knows is that it's itchy; it's itchy and tingling
both at once. But it's not a nice feeling. It makes him want to turn around and look, but it
also screams at him to get away. To not get any closer.

"-min?"

He feels exposed. But more than anything, he's dying to know what is it? The thickness of
the texture is so unfamiliar, makes Jimin curious.

He's not sure, but he feels the eyes. Feels the way a gaze burns its way through the back of
his head. It's intense, but terrifying comes first.

"Jimin!"

Jimin startles at Taehyung's sudden pitch.

 Or

Jimin and Jungkook lived a nice life as boyfriends, they're everything to the other. But
when Jungkook gets busy at work, Jimin starts getting lonely.

Jimin starts sensing the eyes that follow his every move when he's out of his home's
comfort.

And that's when he starts panicking about the thought of having a stalker.

Notes

Yooooo ladies and gentlemen

This isn't exactly the definition of a fluffy story, so first of all plz do make sure to read all
the tags.
If there's anything you're uncomfortable with, I wouldn't advice you to read.
I also would like to point out that this is completely fictional and is all part of my
imagination; I am completely aware that Kim Jongin is a cutie lil baby that wouldn't harm a
fly.
If there's anything you disagree with, you can tell me in the comments' section but plz do
keep it polite.
I hope whoever stumbles upon this book has a good time reading.
This is actually my first time writing something so dark, BUUUUT, I'm trying my best. :)

Enjoy, lovelies <3

 Chapter 1
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"You're such a freakish, uncanny mortal!"

Jimin gasps at the discourteous remark, "Excuse me? I'm freakish? And uncanny too? Says the one
who nearly cut his finger off while chopping onions!"

Taehyung groans at the memory, "That was a hugely erroneous accident. But, hey, at least I didn't
give my ex-boyfriend poisonous flowers while confessing." Taehyung says, laughing out loud.
Jimin thinks he might fall off the chair any second now.

Jimin rolls his eyes, cursing unintelligent words under his breath. "Are you ever going to stop using
that unfortunate mistake against me like that? I'm trying to forget about it, you fucker."

"Aw poor Jiminie! It's alright, your ex-boyfriend probably forgot about it by now."

"Minhyuk doesn't forget that easily, dumbhead. I even started to question if he has Hyperthemisia
once. I'm still not sure if he does or not though!"

Taehyung chuckles, "You're right, he had such an enormous memory." he says as he takes a long
sip of his discarded cup of coffee. "This stuff tastes like shit." His face scrunches in disgust. "You
owe me big time, Park Jimin. I lost count of how many times I drank this disgusting beverage of a
coffee only for your own sakes."

"Then order something else, Jackass! I never forced you to drink caffeine.

"Don't care. You still owe me."

Jimin fights the urge to roll his eyes again at his best friend's absurdity.

"So," Taehyung starts, sipping on the beverage. "How're things with Kook?"

"How're things with Kook? Or Kook himself?"

"Why would I care about Kook? All I care about is that he's keeping my bestie happy."

Cackling, Jimin reaches a hand over and slaps Taehyung on the chest. "Shut up. He's fine."

"I just told you I'm not asking about his well being!" Taehyung grimaces with a soft slurp.

It's like a bucket of ice is sent sprawling over his head, wetting his body whole. It's like he's
sinking in his seat and melting to become one with the floor. The flutter of his stomach warns him,
informs him.

Jimin doesn't understand the feeling of fright and terror that arouses on his skin, the way the hairs
on his nape stand in agitation. All he knows is that it's itchy; it's itchy and tingling both at once. But
it's not a nice feeling. It makes him want to turn around and look, but it also screams at him to get
away. To not get any closer.

"-min?"

He feels exposed. But more than anything, he's dying to know what is it? The thickness of the
texture is so unfamiliar, makes Jimin curious.

He's not sure, but he feels the eyes. Feels the way a gaze burns its way through the back of his
head. It's intense, but terrifying comes first.

"Jimin!"

Jimin startles at Taehyung's sudden pitch.

A shudder washes over him as he refocuses into reality. "Yeah..?" he asks.

Taehyung looks at him with a worried stare. "You alright? You spaced out."

Jimin straightens his back. He's sure his expression is looking like he's seen a ghost, so he covers it
with a tiny smile. "I'm alright. Sorry, I was just thinking." he reassures, "So where were we?
Jungkook, yeah?"

There's an accusing look on Taehyung's face, but it quickly vanishes as he takes another sip.
"Mhm." Taehyung hums.

"Jungkook is, well he's great." The little frown that appears on his face is involuntary. "He's just..
been too busy lately. We barely see each other anymore."

Taehyung's brows shoot up in surprise, "But you two live together?"

Jimin hums, disappointment clear on his face, "We do. He's never home though." 'i miss him' goes
unsaid. "He leaves before I wake up for the company. I don't like working at home when no one's
with me, so most of the time I take my stuff and work in the park or any nearby café."

"Oh," Taehyung says, looking thoroughly sorry, "That's— that must be lonely."

"It is. But, well, work is work."

"I think I have a solution for you, babe." Taehyung smirks.

Jimin looks up in surprise, "You do?"

"Of course." Taehyung says, looking extremely certain. "You need a pet." he smiles.
Jimin raises a brow, "A pet? That's your grand plan? How's a pet going to be a solution?"

"Believe me, pets are a great company."

"Are you comparing Jungkook with a pet?"

Taehyung gasps dramatically, clutching his chest in the process, "Definitely not! How can I ever
compare the cute little beings to that idiot?"

"Hey! What do you—"

"But seriously. As a pet owner myself, I totally recommend adopting one. A dog is more
preferable, cause you know, dogs do keep great company and all."

It's not a bad idea. Jimin's been feeling awfully lonely nowadays. He nearly had a party when
Taehyung agreed to going out with him today.

So he nods, "I'll think about it."

"Mhm, totally. Take your time. There's a shelter near my house, if you want I can take you."

"Let me just think about it and I'll tell you later."

Just then, a waiter arrives and lands two dishes of clafouti on the table. "Enjoy." he says with a
professional smile—which Jimin immediately realizes is a fake.

Taehyung thanks the waiter politely and snatches one plate to his side. Jimin does the same as the
waiter steps back and away.

Jimin takes the fork in between his fingers and reaches for the plate. Taking the first bite, he says,
"So, anyone new in your life? Or still single?" he already knows the answer but it wouldn't hurt to
ask.

Taehyung gives him a soury look, "What do you think?" Taehyung asks, it's rhetorical though,
clearly. "I'm not really ready for a relationship right now."

Jimin frowns. Taehyung is a busy person, he works alot, stays in the office for continuous hours.
He's a police officer, a great one. Jimin is proud of him; he's a hard worker. But that's the problem.
Jimin wants him to have a life at home, wants him to have a person to go home for.

Taehyung isn't exactly a person that likes loneliness, he never was. And Jimin knows how being
lonely feels, now more than ever.

But he's not going to start talking with Taehyung about how having a partner is necessary, because,
heck, Jimin has a partner but the loneliness didn't dissipate. Taehyung will find the right person
when the right time comes.

So he hums with a frown and says, "Right."

An empty silence follows. It's not awkward, it's never awkward with Jimin and Taehyung. Instead,
it's rather warm and pleasant.

But the quietness and tranquility makes him register the eyes flaring into his body. It's the same
feeling he lived through a few moments ago; he totally forgot about it. Maybe the eyes never left,
maybe Jimin just got distracted with Taehyung. But the thought is terrifying, why would anyone be
watching for so long. It's crazy how he feels the stare from behind his back, but he's sure it's there.
Jimin gulps, uncomfortable and shaken.

"What happened with the book you've been working on nowadays?" Taehyung asks, chewing on
his cake.

Jimin shifts, he feels disturbed, uneasiness sinking in.

He's grateful Taehyung is not looking at him, or else he'll sense the stiffness.

He doesn't know how he finds his words, but he does. "It's.. well, on the making. Just started
working on it a month ago. But it's all great I guess."

Taehyung hums, spitting some compliments that Jimin appreciates wholeheartedly. He watches as
Taehyung stabs the last piece of cake and stuffs it in his mouth.

When Taehyung is done chewing, he sighs in relief. "I have to head back home, Tae." he informs.
He's just glad he's not alone; he would've probably freaked out if Taehyung wasn't here with him as
he's getting watched by some freak.

"Right. I should get home, too. Gotta wake up early tomorrow."

When he gets home, it's empty. Nothing new, Jungkook always comes back late, at midnight or so.

But he wants him. After today, he really craves Jungkook's presence.

But Jungkook is not here. So he'll just have to live with it.

He'd text him, but that won't change anything. Jungkook won't come early.

So instead, he takes a long hot bath and wears the most comfy clothes he has. He just needs to rest,
that's all.

And so he does. He lays on the bed, but sleep doesn't knock on his door till an hour later. He
spends the time thinking about the eyes. They were there, there's no doubt in that. Jimin knows he's
overreacting, maybe it was just some dude taking glances every now and then. Or maybe it was a
fan of his that recognized him, he's an author after all. But the intensity of it all screams danger.
Jimin couldn't help but think about the fierceness of the attention; it wasn't pleasant, that's for sure.

But he forces himself to ignore and sleep.

That night he dreams of running away from the dark shadows that end up engulfing him whole
anyways.
Jimin wakes up to some shifting on the bed. He peeks one eye open, the bright sunlight blinding
him immediately. He groans low in his throat and turns, the hands around him stopping him from
moving too far.

Jungkook

He opens the second eye and turns to face Jungkook's side eagerly.

And he's finally there, resting his head on the pillow, his cheeks squished adorably as he drifts in
dreamland.

Jimin looks at him lovingly.

He's lucky today; he woke up before Jungkook and got to see him. Though they live together, he
hasn't seen Jungkook for about 36 hours, practically a day and a half.

Jimin traces Jungkook's cheekbones with his fingers, appreciating every angle and bit of skin.

However, he doesn't get to appreciate the beauty for long. The alarm clock, sitting on the bed's side
table, starts ringing earsplittingly loud. Jimin startles with a flinch, his hand clutching his chest in
fright.

Slowly, Jungkook opens his eyes, turning around and shutting the alarm afterwards. Jimin sighs in
relief for the comeback of the relaxing silence.

Jungkook turns back to face Jimin eventually, a little smile displayed on his lips. "Good morning,"
he says, voice hoarse from sleep. "did that wake you up?" he asks, gesturing to the alarm with one
hand.

Jimin returns the warm smile, "Nope. Was up before that."

Jungkook shifts closer and places his arms back around Jimin, "Is that so?" he asks, earning a hum
of affirmation from Jimin.

Jimin likes this, wishes that it could last.

But apparently, it couldn't—if the way Jungkook attempts to get up is any indicate.

The groan that makes its way up Jungkook's throat is low and weary, "time for me to rise," he
states, stretching his arms lazily.

Jimin immediately reaches out, holding his wrist to stop him from getting away any further.
Jungkook turns around and looks at him.

Jimin frowns, "Do you have to?" Of course he does, but Jimin doesn't want to let go. He misses
their old habits; he misses waking up late in bed and cuddling all morning.

Jungkook offers a small, sad smile as he leans in, "I do." he tells, confirming Jimin's thoughts of
staying lonely all day. If anything, Jimin's frown deepens. "Sorry, baby, busy day at work." he
pecks Jimin's lips softly then stands up, snatching his arm away from Jimin's. Jimin didn't even get
to return the kiss.

He wants to curse Jungkook's ass and give some lectures to the bastard, but he doesn't. Jungkook is
busy, there's no lie in that.

Two weeks ago Jungkook's boss elected Jungkook as his main assistant. Since then, Jungkook has
been busy non-stop—and Jimin lonely continuously.

Jimin throws himself back on bed, sighing in defeat.

Guess he'll have to say yes to the dog, after all.

Jimin stands in the middle of the office with a straight back and professional expression. His boss
sits infront of him comfortably on his desk.

"One month, Park. You'll need to get ready. I don't want any inaccuracy."

"One month? But, sir, I was just informed!" Jimin complains, voice thick with frustration.

"So were we." Mr. Choi says, "And that's why I think it's preffered to start on the speech right
away."

Jimin wants nothing but to roll his eyes and start complaining; he wants to yell at him how busy he
is with the book he's just began working on, but he doesn't. Instead, he keeps the frown at bay and
lowers his head. "Yes, sir. I'll try my best."

"Good. You see, this event is very important, Mr. Park. We don't want any miscalculations." Mr.
Choi declares, giving Jimin another reason to hate him for. "it's only marvelous how many
attention that book got. The...non-breakable?"

Jimin mentally face palms. "The shatterproof charm, sir." he corrects, "That's the book's name."

"Yeah, right, that's it. This event is a chance to increase the sellings of your book. There will be alot
of important guests. We'll also try to deposit the publication in more locations and sites."

"I understand." Jimin says. He knows all that already and in all honesty, Jimin only wants him to
shut up.

"Nice. I'll need that speech two weeks later on my desk to give you my judgment." Jimin gapes in
complete shock. "That's it for now. You may leave."

With growing exasperation, Jimin bows politely and leaves the office, making sure to force himself
not to slam the door blaringly.

Jimin thinks he's doing it on purpose: how his boss keeps finding excuses to make Jimin suffer.
"Good morning, Jimin," Mr. Choi's secretary, Mrs. Son, says.

Jimin's not in the mood, neither does he think that this is a good morning so he mutters the 'bad'
under his breath and says, "morning,"

He makes his way down the endlessly long hallway, sighing in relief once he reaches the elevator.

Great, today was just great. Not only was he asked to write a fucking speech in two weeks, but also
his brainless head forgot to carry enough cash and he had to beg the taxi driver to accept the 2,000
won he had.

The driver ended up accepting the money, but not before cursing this generation and dense youth
these days.

He walks the five stairs leading up to their house. He snatches his keys from his pocket, only to
pause once he notices the small white paper resting on the door mat.

What's that

Confused, he leans down and holds it in his palm, examining it silently.

It's a small paper, folded in half. He opens it curiosly.

Three words is all he finds, which hike his bafflement.

'How exceedingly ravishing'

It's not even signed. But Jimin ignores and welcomes the compliment; it must be one of his fans.

Though he's not sure how they found his address.

It might not even be his. Just a small paper with scattered letters that ended up right by his door, it
happens.

After throwing the paper on his desk somewhere in his room, he dresses in a pair of comfortable
sweats and heads back out immediately with his laptop in hand.
The walk to the nearby park is pleasant under the patch of blue sky, weather breezy and crisp.

He takes his usual seat near the grassy area, on some empty bench and starts working on his book
immediately.

The atmosphere of the park always calms him, gives him all the support he craves to write and
create.

The wind plays with his hair softly, a gesture which always melts Jimin's heart whenever Jungkook
does it. He writes with thoughts of Jungkook in his brain, thinking about all the little things he
misses about him.

Jimin doesn't get how things turned out to be like this so suddenly; two weeks ago he would've
never guessed that soon he won't even get an hour to spend with his boyfriend—per day.

It's heartbreaking, but Jimin won't allow it to discourage him.

He's so lost in thought throughout the two hours he spends working, but when he finally slams his
laptop shut, the feeling comes in rushing.

He freezes mid-move, because it's the same feeling. The eyes that he felt yesterday, they're here.

The more he thinks about it the more terrified he grows. How the heck did whoever the person
that's eyeing him get here? How did he even know he's here?

This time is even worse, considering Taehyung isn't here. He's all alone.

The rational part of him screams at him, and if it could be heard out loud it might've been
glassbreaking.

Go home

His body goes on autopilot. He's not thinking when he grabs his laptop and starts dashing through
the park, not even wanting to think about looking back.

He's not sure what has gotten into him, all he knows is that he doesn't want to stay there anymore.
Because his brain is telling him to run.

And Park Jimin always listens to his brain.

The next few days are spent at home. He highly refuses to go out, not when he's not sure what's
waiting for him outside.

He hasn't seen Jungkook since last night, and now, it's already past 11 p.m.

Jimin didn't tell Jungkook about the eyes—he decided to call them that—because Jungkook seems
to be stressed enough.

Jimin scoffs, seems to be stressed, yeah, right.

Truthfully, Jungkook seems to be having the time of his life. He's always smiley when he gets back
home, always excited to leave for work. He never minds that he doesn't spend any time with his
boyfriend anymore. And Jimin, well, he's growing frustrated. Because unlike Jungkook, Jimin isn't
opportunate or content; Jimin isn't as jovial as Jungkook is. In fact, Jimin hates it all. He hates
waking up alone, eating breakfast and lunch alone, even working—which he never does at home
when alone—he forces himself to swallow it up and work with no complains. All at home.

The four walls are starting to get suffocating but he's not sure there's any other thing to do.

A knock on the door pulls him out of his appalling thoughts. He jolts on the couch in shock, only
for excitement to devour him as he registers that it's time for Jungkook to get back.

He springs to the door, eagerness so deep. He opens the door impatiently, only to be met by a cold
breeze.

Disappointment takes place as he looks left and right, trying to understand who the hell knocked on
the door and why. He finds no one, whatsoever. As he attempts to close the door, his eyes catch on
the piece of white paper resting on the door mat.

Jimin's heart skips a beat. Again?

He hurriedly takes the paper and shuts the door.

It looks the same, small and folded in half. He opens it alertly, hands a good measure away from
his face—as if the paper would jump up and bite him.

He drops the paper after he reads, heart hammering in his chest.

'stop making me miss you.'

It doesn't need a genius to figure out that the paper is, in fact, related to the eyes. It wasn't just a
fan.

In that case, is he... getting stalked?

He freezes for 5 whole minutes, thoughts drilling. But then another knock is heard and this time
Jimin flinches back, deprived of all the excitement he carried a few minutes ago.

His palms are clutching on his chest in silent prayer as he approaches the door, heart going full
speed.

He almost doesn't want to answer it, almost wants to run up to bed and call Jungkook for help. But
then he hears it.

"Baby? You home? Open up."

The relief that washes over him is indescribable, his knees almost give out. He opens the door
gladly.

He doesn't even stop to think about why Jungkook didn't use his keys.

Jungkook walks in, closing the door after him. "Hey," he says as he takes his coat off.
Jimin doesn't wait any longer, he latches himself like a fucking Coala on Junglook, desperate for
the warmth and comfort.

Jungkook is quick to wrap his arms under his thighs, stilling him in place.

"I missed you." Jimin confesses, his face hidden in Jungkook's neck.

He feels it as Jungkook melts in his arms, "I missed you, too," he agrees, voice soft and tender.
"Why are you up this late, though? Thought you'd be asleep."

"Couldn't." Jimin murmurs. For a moment he thinks his tears might actually break free, he's glad
they don't. "I wanted to see you."

"I'm sorry, baby. I've been coming late, haven't I?" he asks, voice not sounding the least bit sorry.

And Jimin almost takes the opportunity to open his heart and admit how lonely he's been and how
bad he needs Jungkook to be near, but just then, his eyes catch on the discarded paper he threw on
the ground.

He doesn't even want to imagine what kind of thoughts Jungkook would get if he saw the paper.

He immediately steps back down on his feet and away from Jungkook's hold, "No." he yells,
noting the way Jungkook startles. "I mean yes, but no; it's fine. You must be tired, go change
quickly. I'll join you right away."

Jungkook looks at him suspiciously, questions at the tip of his tongue. But Jimin pushes him away,
not caring about any questions at the moment.

When Jungkook turns away, Jimin snatches the paper and hides it in his pocket securely.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you." Jungkook yells from somewhere inside the house—Jimin's
not sure where. "Maren is coming over."

If Jimin thought he was unhappy before, he sees his entire world crashing upon him now.

"What?" he practically screams.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook yells back from inside, voice hesitant. "I couldn't stop her. You know how
she gets when she wants to come over!"

He does know, but that doesn't mean he'll go strolling happily across the vale.

"When is she coming?" he asks—yells.

"Tomorrow afternoon, I suppose. I took a day off because of it."

Jimin's lips part in shock. He took a day off for Maren! And he's been suffering for three weeks
and it all went unnoticed. Jungkook really needs an applause for being the best boyfriend ever
known to human kind.

Maren is a girl that's been to college with Jungkook and since then, she's like a fucking gum,
throwing herself on him nonstop. She's obviously suffering a secret crush, but Jimin already took
the honor and stole Jungkook away. She never gave up, though. Until the very moment, she's like a
mad boar and trying to break them apart. And Jungkook is oblivious to it all.

And at the end of it all, Maren gets to have Jungkook for herself when she asks for it. Not Jimin.
Not his own damn boyfriend.

"I won't be there." Jimin yells back.

5 seconds later, Jungkook is standing infront of him with a look of horror on his face, "What?"

"You heard me."

"No. Please, you can't leave me alone with her! She's insane!" Jungkook comments, voice pleading
and thick with frustration.

Of fucking course, he'll be there. He hasn't lost his head to give Maren the pleasure of enjoying
Jungkook's company all by herself—with no one to guard. That's like handing Jungkook over to
her on a silver plate.

Jimin, in all honesty, thought that when Jungkook finally gets a break, the first thing they'll do is,
well, fuck. He sure as hell misses Jungkook in that concept, but he's not complaining—at all.

Yesterday was a blessing, they slept together peacefully, with no thoughts of waking up early.

Right now, they're just cuddling, thrown on bed and entangled together.

They slept alot, they woke up at 10 a.m. So they technically slept 10 whole hours, but that's not
really a problem—more like a blessing—so Jimin didn't care.

"I really don't want to deal with Maren's shit right now," Jimin murmurs against Jungkook's chest,
"can't we just sleep all afternoon instead? Maybe we could just tell her we're out. To visit our
parents in Busan? Jungkook, I think that'd actually work!"

Jungkook chuckles slowly and lazily, "That's a terrible host behavior,"

Jimin splutters his lips and looks up at Jungkook, "It's not like she deserves any good treatment.
Especially from me!"

Jungkook pushes Jimin's head back on his chest and sighs, "She's really not that bad. Just talkative.
Like an 80 year old granny."

"And fucking clingy!" Jimin adds loudly. "And she is that bad. Don't defend her."

Jungkook pats Jimin's head—a small gesture to shut him up. "it's alright, we'll make it out of today.
Hopefully with ears still attached."

Jimin giggles and hugs Jungkook's waist tighter.

He mentally prays that Maren trips on a rock on her way here and splits her head open. It's a
deserving way of death. Painful, but quick. It'd suit her.
Maybe if Jungkook heard the thought he'd be angry. But Jungkook doesn't know about all the
glares and cheap-talks-behind-Jimin's-back-which-he-heard-anyways that Jimin endured.

Maren never disappoints, always takes the chance to humiliate Jimin on any silly mistake he
undertakes. And somehow, Jungkook's never there to see.

"Hey, stop pouting. C'mon," He's not even aware he's frowning until Jungkook speaks up, "I'll
make it up to you. I'll make you breakfast. Is that good enough for you?"

Jimin likes to tease, that's his speciality after writing, cause Park Jimin is a tease. So he splutters
his lips even more and turns away from Jungkook, landing his back on the bed sheets and crossing
his arms together—just like a child denied to have a candy.

"Babe, c'mon!" Jungkook groans low in his throat, it's airy and breathy and Jimin has to force
himself not to blush and expose himself.

Jimin stays in the same position, except for his head that turns, childishly, to face the side
Jungkook's not on.

"Babe, breakfast. You love my breakfasts! That should be good enough!"

It's playful, but Jimin still doesn't look back or say a thing.

"Don't make me carry you all the way to the kitchen, Jimin."

Really, Jimin wants to ask. Because even if he planned on speaking to Jungkook before, now he's
definitely not doing it; he needs that free ride.

So he sinks deeper in the sheets, making it as obvious as possible. He spreads his legs slightly, to
be more comfortable, and waits.

He doesn't wait long, Jungkook is on his side in less that ten seconds. He raises a brow at Jimin.
And with a swift move, Jimin is hanging limbly in between Jungkook's arms.

"You think I don't know what you're doing?" Jungkook asks teasingly—apparently, Jimin isn't the
only tease. "still stuck with your strength kink, huh?"

Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck on instinct, it's a habit by now. A habit that hasn't
been manufactured since three weeks, that is.

Jimin grins, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure, you don't."

Jungkook walks them to the kitchen effortlessly, not minding the fact that they haven't even
brushed their teeth yet. None of them cares really. Cause why would Jimin think about a shitty
toothbrush when Jungkook is finally free and infront of him—carrying him, even better.

But—there's always buts—Jimin is convinced that his luck has been sucked dry because nothing
nowadays seems to be going right. Because the bell rings and they startle and look at each other in
question.

"Who is that?" Jimin asks.

"I don't know. I'll check, it's probably the neighbors." Jungkook says as he lowers Jimin on the
kitchen counter.
Jimin nods and watches as Jungkook walks away and looks through the peekhole.

His face is suddenly covered with horror and Jimin takes that as a confirmation.

"Fuck, it's Maren!" Jungkook whisper-yells when he arrives back to the kitchen.

Jimin sighs, of course it's her. "Didn't you say she's coming in the afternoon?"

"I did! And she did, she said she'll come in the afternoon."

"That fucking bitch, I swear to God! Can I just murder her already? She does you no good,
Jungkook. She's of more benefit as a dead." Jimin whisper-yells back.

"Jimin, there's no time for this," Jungkook warns, though Jimin's sure the plan isn't that bad. "We
need to get ready— just, fuck, how do I look?"

Jimin raises a brow at that. Cause, wow, the fucking audacity! "Excuse me, sir?" Jimin says,
definitely not amused. "Are you afraid your little Maren would think you're bad looking?"

Jungkook looks especially frustrated, but Jimin is thoroughly annoyed.

Jungkook steps closer and pecks his cheek, "You're driving me crazy," he hurriedly reaches out for
Jimin's waist and pulls him down the counter to his feet. "let's go." he says and pulls him to the
front door.

Jimin panics at that, pulling back at his wrist. "What? I'm literally in my bed clothes, Jungkook!"

Jungkook doesn't stop walking, but he spares Jimin a small glance, "Oh, are you afraid Maren
would think you're bad looking?" he copies Jimin's words. He even dares to smirk.

Jimin shoves at his chest, "Jungkook, no—I can't meet her stupidly-dolled-up-self in my sleep
wear!" he pours all his frustration into his words, desperately wanting Jungkook to understand—
Jimin and Maren's rivalry is never a joke.

Jungkook stops at the front door, "You look beautiful as always, baby. Don't worry," and with that,
Maren's despised face comes into view.

"Took you long enough," She says, a small frown on her face. She walks in like she owns the place
and looks at Jungkook immediately—of course. "Oh, bun bun. How did you grow so much taller in
5 months?"

Bun bun

She always calls Jungkook that, probably to spike Jimin's annoyance. And what's worse is that it
works!

Jimin almost wants to bare his teeth and growl when she, unhesitantly, opens her arms and hugs
Jungkook like the bitch she is.

Jimin stalks her arms as they go up and up, one on his chest and the other on his nape. She looks
like she's about to devour the guy.

When they finally part and she looks at Jimin, her smile falters ubruptly—like she was expecting to
see him there, but was disappointed anyways. The bitch.

"Hello, Jimin. You haven't changed, really. Same height, I see." She says—and Jimin takes a
moment to think that, yes, she's still a bitch at heart—and holds her palm out.

Jimin would rather spit on it, but he guides his palm into hers. She shakes his hand silently, and he
sighs in relief when she pulls her hand away. He wouldn't want to get whatever eerie diseases she
carries.

"Please, come in. Make yourself at home." Jungkook says and Jimin wants to die right now, right
there.

Maren walks in, her high heels clicking loudly with the hard floor. She's dressed like she's going to
a club, not a friend's house. But again, Jimin and Jungkook are used to that.

She's wearing a black tight dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, above it is a bolero jacket
—which she immediately discards as soon as she sits on the couch.

Jimin rolls his eyes at her choice of clothing.

Jungkook rubs his back. To encourage him or to get him to walk to the living room, he's not sure.
He secretly hopes it's the former.

They take a seat on the couch facing Maren's.

"Have you had breakfast yet? Jimin and I were about to." Jungkook says.

"No, I haven't." She smiles and the way she glances at Jimin afterwards is a way to tell him 'fuck
off'.

Jimin snickers under his breath, but he stands up, nonetheless. She's just pushing him away to
spend time with Jungkook. But at least the kitchen gives a whole perspective to the living room.
There's no door, only a wide gap in the middle of the wall.

So, Jimin will be able to catch Maren if she decides to do anything unintelligent.

He cooks silently, his consciousness with Maren and Jungkook.

They're giggling about God knows what. Maren took the chance when Jimin left and sat herself
next to Jungkook.

Jimin wants to laugh and cry at the same time. Because she's that fucking desperate, but at the
same time, she has no right to be that much of a whore with Jungkook.

When Jimin is done preparing breakfast, he watches from the edge of his eye how Maren walks,
with her arms entangled in Jungkook's, to the table.

Jimin has one thought in mind: how can Jungkook be that oblivious?

"Thanks for breakfast, baby." Jungkook smiles at him. He smiles back proudly, noticing the way
Maren's gaze darkens.

He sees it coming when she comments, "The eggs are abit overcooked, but thank you for
breakfast, Jimin."

Oh, only if he can speak his thoughts. He'd mob the floor with her hair if he can.

"Thanks, Maren. Jungkook and I like it overcooked."

"Oh. Is that so, Bun? You used to eat it undercooked in college." she says, clearly attempting to
irritate Jimin. "You know, like all these times we ate breakfast together at the library."

Jimin takes a deep breath in. He needs to calm down and look unbothered, that's all.

"Yeah, a lot of things changed since Jimin and I started dating."

She hums, "Like meeting your guests in your nightwear?" she half smiles, half smirks.

Jimin remembers at that moment that he's still dressed in his sleeping sweats.

He doesn't care though, she already saw.

"Oh, no." Jungkook chuckles, "You're no guest, Maren. You're a dear friend. Don't worry, I dress
all fancy for guests."

Jimin decides to stop listening to their annoying conversations—he's definitely not jealous.

He eats while thinking about himself. He has one week to submit his speech to his boss. He's been
working on it, but it's far from done. Jimin wrote speeches before, he did for most of his books that
gain alot of attention, so he's not worried. He's just stressed.

He'll have to work really hard this week though.

He thinks about the little letters he's been receiving. He didn't think of it yesterday bacause
Jungkook came back and he got distracted. But now when he thinks of it, the last paper he received
was bizarre. stop making me miss you. What does that even mean? Should he worry about it? Does
he really have a stalker? Maybe he's exaggerating.

Then there's the eyes. It's not an easy situation. It's not just a person looking and that's it, if it was,
then Jimin wouldn't have stayed home the past few days. He feels like he shouldn't neglect the
issue, but he doesn't want to overreact either.

He knows the papers and the eyes are related though. That's for sure.

He's back to his consciousness when he hears Maren squeal, "Oh God, it's so big!"

Jimin turns around to look. And there she is holding—squeezing—Jungkook's bicep in between her
arms.

Jimin sees red.

He forgot to add Maren to his list of problems.

He snatches Jungkook's arm away from hers, "I know, right?" he almost barks, his voice
unfriendly and aggressive. "he likes working out."

Jungkook gives him a confused look 'what are you doing?' which he ignores. "I do." Jungkook
says with a soft smile.

Jungkook's words are followed by Maren's glare. If he wasn't so livid right now, he would've
squirmed under her gaze. But not today. Maybe tomorrow.

After breakfast, they—mostly Maren—talk about the most random shit ever; Jimin just wants her
to shut up and get the fuck out.
It's almost 7 p.m. evening but it doesn't seem like she's planning on going home yet.

Jimin's taking a phone call in his room now, "I didn't even say yes!" Jimin defends.

"Jimin, we're best friends. I know you well enough to know that you want a dog. So, tomorrow
good with ya?" Taehyung asks.

"Oh, God. Fine, but not tomorrow. Actually not anytime this week. I'm a bit busy."

"The speech, yeah, you told me." Taehyung pauses, "Well then, next week. Tuesday?"

"Yeah, yeah. Anytime next week is just fine."

"Alright then. It's settled. You're gonna fall in love with whoever you pick, I promise you, Minnie.
Dogs are a lot more entertaining than Jungkook." Jimin chuckles, "You might want to leave him
even after you get a doggie."

Jimin snickers. "Absolutely not!"

He hears Maren giggle outside with Jungkook's voice followed.

He sighs. "She's still there? How's it going?" Taehyung asks.

"Awful. Everything is awful. I swear I'm gonna lose it anytime now. She keeps clinging on him,
what's her fucking deal—"

"Woah, woah. Calm down there, boy. I do support the idea though." He hears Taehyung titter
lowly, "I mean she's so bad to you, why the heck do you let her in your house? Just kick her out."

"That's exactly what I wanna do. But Jungkook wouldn't like it."

"You're the boyfriend, not her."

The giggles from outside get louder. Jimin rolls his eyes, he swears he blacks out for a second.
"Alright, Tae. I gotta go check on the bitch. Can't leave her with him alone. Talk to you later?"

Taehyung hums, "Yeah, okay. Take care, Minnie."

"You too, Tae."

He ends the phone call and exhales softly, talking to Taehyung always calms his nerves, he's glad
he did.

He looks at his reflection in the mirror—he finally changed his clothes—and adjusts his blond hair.

He walks out of the room to the view of Maren sitting uncomfortably close to Jungkook, he's not
surprised he sees that, but he is a bit disappointed. Why would Jungkook allow her?

He walks out. Sitting in between them is only naturally what he wants, but he suddenly feels... out
casted. Like this isn't his home. Like they're the two friends who've been to college together and
Jimin has no importance—right to interrupt. He simply takes the couch on the opposite side.

He goes unnoticed.

For a moment he wants to be angry, but he decides to wait and watch when will they notice him.
Jimin has no idea what they're doing. Maren is showing something on her phone to Jungkook, and
they're giggling.

Isn't that considered flirting though? To ignore your boyfriend and laugh at something probably
very unhumorous with another person.

Maren keeps scrolling—she's clearly having the time of her life—and pointing to something on her
phone while Jungkook is giving her all his attention as he laughs and chuckles and gives small
comments to whatever it is they're watching.

Five minutes pass and that's when he decides he's done.

The suffocating feeling that devours him is indescribable.

He steps up from his seat aggressively, not caring that he's being loud. That's when the two heads
infront of him snap around to look at him.

He ignores them. He walks to his room and snatches his black coat. He adjusts his clothes as he
watches his reflection in the mirror.

He hears the foot-steps from behind him but he doesn't dare look.

But the two arms that wrap around his waist and the head that rests on his shoulder isn't something
he can run away from.

"Baby?" comes Jungkook's annoyingly calm voice. "What are you doing? Going somewhere?"

Jimin doesn't answer, just keeps looking at their reflection on the mirror as he stares daggers at
Jungkook's head.

"Why are you upset?"

"Can you—" Jimin turns around in Jungkook's hold and pushes at his chest. Jungkook doesn't
budge. "Jungkook! Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Stop touching me!"

"What the fuck, why?"

Jimin exhales callously, "Because I said so!"

"No."

"No?" Jimin repeats, raising a brow.

"I don't want to." Jungkook tells, resting his head on Jimin's shoulder again.

"I'm not in the mood for this."

"Where are you going?" Jungkook then asks, lifting his gaze to looks at Jimin's eyes.

"Out, for fuck's sake. Isn't that obvious?" Jimin rolls his eyes.

"That's not the answer I anticipated." Jungkook says, "Why though?"

Jimin chuckles, is he serious? "Because I'm done with you and your stupid friend." Jimin says,
voice slightly louder.

Jungkook immediately looks up, his arms falling onto his sides. "What?"

Jimin takes his chance and walks to the nightstand, snatches his phone and looks back at Jungkook.
"Yes. You can go back to flirt with her. Take your time too, cause I'm leaving to give you the space
you need." he announces with a harsh scowl.

Jungkook's eyes widen abit. "What the— I didn't flirt! What are you on about?"

"Nothing, Jungkook. Alright? I'm heading out. Have fun."

"Wait, wait." Jungkook hurriedly leans against the door to block it from Jimin's view. "I don't—
are we seriously fighting over this right now? Jimin, she's a fucking friend. How are you even—
just calm down, alright?"

Jimin glowers, "I've been been calm the whole fucking day. Easy for you to say. But now that
we're talking about it, the fuck is wrong with you allowing her to cling onto you like that? It's like
I'm not even there!" he spits.

Jungkook actually gasps at that, like he can't believe what he's hearing. "Are you— what the
fuck?" he breathes, "this is how I normally act with all my friends. But what's wrong with you
throwing her the stink eye every two seconds?"

Jimin chuckles again. "You know I can't stand her. And I can't believe you're this dense."

"What wrong with you—"

"Jungkook, fucking wake up. She likes you. For as long as I remember, maybe from before I even
met you. Can't you see that?"

To his credit, Jungkook looks thoroughly bewildered. "She does not!" he defends. Jimin doesn't
understand what exactly he's defending— their relationship or Maren? "We're just friends."

Jimin groans tiredly. "She does, Jungkook. I know she does and I heard her say it before. And she's
trying to break us apart."

Jungkook's eyebrows knit together in the middle, in confusion or anger—Jimin's not sure. "Now
you're just attacking her." his voice is loud, defensive.

It's Jimin's turn to be shocked now. "I'm— I'm attacking her? Wow," he claps sarcastically, his
voice gives away the hurt though. "you don't know shit about what she does to me. She attacked
me and humiliated me countless times and here you are, my supportive boyfriend is clearly
defending her and not me." Jimin pauses. He suddenly feels too emotional and he's sure a tear or
two might slip down any moment now. "You know what, just do whatever you want. It's— I'm
heading out."

Jungkook's face visibly softens with guilt when he sees how hurt Jimin is, but Jimin doesn't care.
He walks to the door and pushes Jungkook away. Jungkook doesn't hold on anymore, he moves
away from the door. Jimin snorts and opens the door, closing it loudly after him.

Maren's amused face is the first thing he sees. He gives her a disgusted glance and heads to the
front door. After he wears his loafers, he walks out and slams that door too.
He takes a deep breath full of fresh air. He forgot how much he loves this. Staying in the house for
a week was a torture, he doesn't know why he did that to himself.

Jimin has always loved walking along the Han River; he loves the sound of the chirping birds and
the view of the clear sky.

It's the place that cures his negative emotions, though not completely. How could he ever forgot
the hurtful and accusing words his boyfriend spat on him?

His legs start to ache as he walks along the mostly empty place. There's only a few people at this
hour. It's 9 pm, he himself wouldn't have come here at this time if it wasn't for the argument. But
again, it's the only place that suits his situation.

It isn't the first time arguing with Jungkook, it's rare though. But this time it wasn't about food or
the blanket that they kept pulling away from each other, it's not. This time his emotions are
actually bruised, his pride wounded.

He can't believe that Jungkook took the side of the same person that put him through shame and
humiliation.

He wonders if Jungkook is satisfied now. Is he happy for what he's done?

He hears his phone ring again for probably the 10th time since he's left. He ignores it; Jungkook
deserves to at least be worried.

Sighing and cursing under his breath, he decides to finally, after a two hours walk, take a seat.
Most of the seats are empty, he doesn't have to search for any.

He sits by the nearest seat, eyes not leaving the dazzling view of the river.

As he looks at the pleasant sight, he realizes that he can't keep his mind away from Jungkook. Only
Jungkook, all other thoughts fading.

Jimin and Jungkook lived through a good part of life together. It wasn't love at first sight, Jimin
doesn't believe in those. It was a coincidence of most. He still remembers slamming straight into
Jungkook and throwing him back flying to the ground. Jungkook was young at that time, small and
awkward. Jimin couldn't help but help the boy stand on his feet again; Jimin was always nice to his
dongsaengs. Jungkook's bunny eyes were so evident, Jimin wanted to coo. He apologized sincerely
back then, but Jungkook was always strong, he brushed it off easily. They shared a few
conversations after he made sure Jungkook was okay. Jungkook looked nervous at that time, but
Jungkook told him after they started dating that it was because he thought he's beautiful. That was
how they first met, the second time was 4 years later. Jimin didn't even recognize him. He was
different. Different is an understatement, the guy looked like he jumped straight out of a porn
scene. He was sex on legs. His facial features were dramatically mature and sharp, his body big
and buff—such a contrast to the body that went flying because of a small push a few years ago. His
whole aura was very inconsistent, his ambience screamed confidence. Jimin was in a haze looking
at the hot guy walking through the hallway of the restaurant, that he didn't notice Jungkook
looking back at him. Jungkook was quick to recognize him; he took the lead this time. He walked
to him with a smile and greeted him like they're buddies. Jimin still remembers taking about thirty
minutes to believe that this Jungkook is the same Jungkook from 4 years ago. They became friends
after their second meeting, but both of them revealed to the other—after they started dating—that
they've been interested in a not-so-friendly way in the other since the very beginning. Things
escalated from there, they ended up kissing in the basement of their friend's house.

It was nice how things ended up, Jimin doesn't regret a thing.

Their relationship flourished as time passed and Jimin is sure that Jungkook is love. They've both
confessed that a long time ago.

But now, after all they've been through, Jimin doesn't understand how Jungkook threw him away
so easily for a friend that's been thirsting over him since God knows when.

He huffs, not realizing the body standing infront of him.

The person clears his throat and Jimin looks up, startled. He feels his heart drop to his knees, his
eyes grow in shock at the sight infront of him. Because holy shit.

Whoever this person is, he's so very attractive?

The first thing he notices is the muscular body, thick biceps and buff chest. The guy proceeds and
takes a seat next to him, Jimin's breath comes to a halt when he sees the guy's face. Okay, this guy
is no joke.

He's dressed in all black with a baseball cap—dark black hair underneath—and a mask on his chin,
which Jimin would've thought is creepy if he wasn't busy staring at the guy in astonishment.

The guy's eyes meet his and Jimin panics, he goes stiff under the attention. He tears his gaze away
from the the stranger's, mentally scolding himself for staring like a creep.

He notices the male shifting next to him before he hears, "Go ahead."

Jimin looks back at him, eyes wide and eyebrows knit together, not sure if he heard the words
right.

"I'm sorry?" he asks, slightly squirming under the guy's gaze.

"You looked like you were about to cry." the guy then says, face not giving away any specific
expressions. "So, go ahead."

Jimin gapes at his words, "I— I'm not. What are you talking about?"

"Something's bothering you, am I right?"

"No. I mean, well, yes." Jimin says, he feels confused, he's not sure why he's even indulging in
conversations with the man. But why not. "But that's not a problem; I'm fine."

The guy holds his gaze for long 10 seconds and Jimin just wants to fade into thin air.

"It's alright, you don't need to tell me," The guy says, and Jimin's not sure if he's supposed to thank
him for being worried cause who the fuck is this dude? "but please don't lie. I despise liars."
Jimin stares back at him like he's lost, still processing the guy's words. He tries to think hard of a
good come back, but nothing is coming to his head.

The guy comes to his rescue and Jimin is grateful. "So what's your name?"

Jimin's gratitude melts away immediately.

"Why would I tell that to a person who despises me and who is a stranger?" Jimin retorts, raising a
questioning brow.

The guy smiles and Jimin realizes that even his smile is beautiful. "I don't despise you." he
informs. "we all lie at some point. But those who lie continuously to protect themselves are people
I definitely don't like."

Jimin blinks at him. Is he dreaming? Why would an attractive stranger just walk to him and talk
about something like... that? It sounds kind of personal.

"Oh." Jimin says, he has nothing else to say. But he decides to be polite by adding, "I suppose
you're right."

"Yeah. So, do you think you can tell me your name now?"

Jimin chuckles at that, "Why do you want my name so badly?"

The guy shifts again, spreads his legs wider and rests his elbows on his knees. Jimin gulps at the
alluring pose.

"Well, for starters, you're pretty." he says and Jimin's eyes widen, his face flushing. "and you look
like you can use my company since you seem so down. I think anyone in the right mind would
come to accompany you when they see such a sad, beautiful man sitting all by himself."

Jimin's face reddens even more. "I'm— it's nothing, really." he says, but then remembers that this
guy doesn't like liars so he adds, "I feel better now. Thank you for your presence."

The guy hums. "So what's your name?"

Jimin chuckles, "well, what's yours?" he asks with a snort.

"I asked first!" the guy declares.

"I don't care." Jimin smiles.

"Kim Jongin at your service." the guy, Jongin, says and pulls his palm out for a handshake.

Jimin's smile doesn't falter, if anything, it gets wider. He guides his palm to Jongin's. "Nice
meeting you, Jongin."

Jongin raises a brow at that, "You're supposed to tell me you're name."

Jimin plays dumb, "Says who?" he asks teasingly.

Jongin snickers at that, he's about to say something when Jimins phone rings again.

Jimin sighs but decides to answer anyways.

He pulls the phone out of his pocket, "I have to take this, give me a minute." he pulls his palm out
of Jongin's, but just as he's about to answer, the phone stops ringing.

He opens his phone, deciding to call Jungkook back. But he realizes that answering texts is way
easier; he received a bunch.

Jungkookie: 7:24 p.m.

Jimin

Jungkookie: 7:24 p.m.

Where did you go?

Jungkookie: 7:30 p.m.

Im sorry for yelling, please come back.

Jungkookie: 7:49 p.m.

Baby stop ignoring me

Jungkookie: 7:50 p.m.

Im sorry. I really am.

Jungkookie: 7:52 p.m.

I didn't mean what I said

Jungkookie: 8:09 p.m.

Jimin are you okay?

Jungkookie: 8:15 p.m.

Stop ignoring my phone calls. I'm growing worried.

Jungkookie: 9:03 p.m.

Jimin STOP! Where are you?

Jungkookie: 9:30 p.m.

Goddamn it, Jimin. Answer the fvcking phone!!

A wave of guilt rushes over him. Jungkook is sitting at home worried and here he is, talking with a
hot stranger.

He still doesn't forgive Jungkook though.

Me: 9:32 p.m.

I'm fine.
He attempts to put his phone back in his pocket but a ding is instantly heard. He sighs, turning his
phone on again.

Jungkookie: 9:32 p.m.

Holy shit, where were you?

Jungkookie: 9:32 p.m.

Come back home, it's getting late.

Me: 9:32 p.m.

I'll come back soon.

Jungkookie: 9:32 p.m.

Jimin. Now.

Jungkookie: 9:33 p.m.

It's dark outside, it's dangerous being all alone.

Jimin feels a rush of anger consume him. Does Jungkook think he's a kid that can't take care of
himself?

Me: 9:33 p.m.

Im not alone, Jungkook.

Jungkookie: 9:34 p.m.

What do you mean? Are you at Tae's?

Me: 9:34 p.m.

No. I met someone on my walk.

Me: 9:35 p.m.

Anyways, I'll be home soon. I'm on my way.

His phone rings a couple of times, but Jimin ignores it and places it back in his pocket.

When he looks up, Jongin is staring at him in a way he can't process, it's dark and concentrated. He
feels small under the gaze.
He shifts uncomfortably then stands up.

"I'm—I have to go now. It was nice talking to you, Jongin." he says with a small bow and a polite
smile.

Jongin gets up on his feet instantly, and Jimin immediately takes notice of the size difference. "I
didn't catch your name," he says.

Jimin chuckles fondly, "It's Jimin. Park Jimin."

Jongin smiles back at him. "I see. A beautiful name for a beautiful face."

Jimin blushes again.

"Have a good night, Jimin." Jongin says. Then he turns around.

It's been a while since he's felt someone's undivided attention all on himself. Jimin doesn't know
why he does it, but he quickly stops him. He clutches the guy's jacket. Jongin looks back at him in
question. "Um, hey," he leaves Jongin's jacket, wanting to be polite, and looks down. "Do you
mind giving me your number?" he asks, his face burning red. "I mean, only if you want to. I
enjoyed talking to you, so if you'd like to be friends—"

Jongin interrupts his rambling, "Of course, Jimin. How can I say no to such a face?" he says with
an airy chuckle.

Jimin doesn't understand the sudden relief that engulfs him. The guy's nice and he'd love to see him
again. But does he really have to blush and stutter at his every word?

"Here, give me your phone number. I'll text you." Jongin confirms, holding his phone out.

Jimin doesn't hesitate, believes him right away.

The flush doesn't disappear as he takes the phone and types the digits of his number.

He hands it back over with a beam.

"I'll text you soon, Jiminie. See you." he says and Jimin's grin grows wider at the nickname.

Jimin nods his head in confirmation, "see you."

Then he turns around and heads home with a placid smile plastered on his face.

Jimin takes a breath in, trying to calm himself down. He opens the door with his keys as quietly as
he can and tip toes in the dark living room.

However, that doesn't help him one bit. As soon as he closes the front door, the lights turn on and
he's faced with a vexed Jungkook.

Jimin's steps come to a halt as he blinks back at Jungkook.

He stays quiet, not knowing if he's supposed to utter a word in the first place.

Unfortunately, Jungkook doesn't say anything either. So instead of the staring contest, he bends
down and steps out of his loafers, breaking eye contact.

"Where were you?" Jungkook's voice finally breaks the tense silence.

"by the river, why?" Jimin says, not sparing Jungkook a glance.

"Why were you ignoring my calls?"

"Did Maren leave?" he asks instead, ignoring Jungkook's question.

He hears Jungkook letting out a deep sigh, "She did,"

"Great, cause I'm dying for some rest." he informs and walks past Jungkook, heading straight for
his bedroom.

He walks in the room and switches the lights on. Jungkook walks in after him. "You didn't answer
my question."

Jimin stays silent for a minute.

He knows he can't keep giving Jungkook the silent treatment. Besides, Jungkook already
apologized—on text. He knows that deep down, he's still angry at Jungkook. But for now, he just
wants peace.

It's weird how he left livid, but came back soothed and relaxed.

It's all thanks to the walk. But Jimin's sure that if it wasn't for the guy he met, he wouldn't be so
mitigated right now.

He turns around and walks closer to Jungkook, "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention to my phone."
he lies, like he wasn't the one ignoring it purposely.

Jungkook walks to him, but he doesn't leave any space between them, immediately engulfing Jimin
in a tight embrace.

"You said you met someone. Who is it?"

Though Jimin is quite a protective boyfriend, Jungkook comes first in that aspect. He's not going to
just tell him about the charming guy he met and how he easily gave away his phone number.
Because Jungkook would get it all wrong, his thoughts will go far-flung.

"Just made a new friend. When did Maren leave?" he diverts the subject back on Jungkook.

"I asked her to leave after you left." he shrugs.

Jimin's jaw drops open, "No way. You did that?"

"Yeah, I wasn't in the mood. And you know I didn't want to stay alone with her in the first place."
he sulks.
 Jimin snickers at that. "Whatever. I want to sleep if you don't mind."

He sees the wound he's spreading in Jungkook's heart displayed on his face, but he ignores it and
pecks Jungkook's lips again.

If Jungkook thought he could earn his forgiveness with a few nice words and kiss on the cheeks,
then he's wrong.

But Jimin doesn't want to talk about it, he's tired and he has a busy week ahead of him.

He sleeps like a toddler that night. He dreams of a tight smile and dark black hair. But the picture
isn't vivid. He sees the darkness behind the image, but his focus stood distracted on the alluring
and graceful body ahead of him.

Chapter End Notes

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 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

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Jimin was never one to ask for more; he was one to wish, to dream.

Ever since young, all he's ever wanted was to settle in a nice house, have a good job and a caring
partner.

Right now, he has it all. He's living a life a lot would dream of. So, he's supposed to be happy.

He doesn't take himself as a greedy person, but sometimes, when you get what you want, you
realize it isn't enough. Maybe when you have it, you understand you want more.

But Jimin thinks that's just how life works. He believes that happiness is never permanent—always
temporary.

He knows because he's lived through it. He experienced happiness and contentment. There was a
time where he thought that this is exactly what he wanted, what he always dreamed of.

As time passed though, and as Jungkook grew distant, he noticed how this was never how he
craved for things to end up.
He despises lonliness, but lately, that's all he's ever been feeling.

He misses the warmth of having all the attention. He misses having someone to be there for him—
in good and in bad.

He loves Jungkook, hell, he lives for him. But seeing him at most one hour a day isn't enough.

He tried to understand, and he does. Jungkook is busy, it's not like he's fooling around.

But then what?

Will this ever come to an end?

Will he be able to have his boyfriend for himself again?

If he couldn't live two weeks in the new routine of Jungkook being away, then how will he be able
to live the remaining time—however long it is—like this?

He's not greedy, just impatient. But when it comes to Jungkook, he's everything.

It's been two days since the argument, and Jimin has never felt so desperate in his life.

Because he's the one acting like a child. He's ignoring Jungkook, giving him little answers. He's the
one creating all the distance between the two of them, and he just realized that it's eating his
insides.

Seeing Jungkook one hour a day and not allowing himself to spend the small time with Jungkook?

He can't recall when was the last time they had a proper, intimate kiss. Maybe three weeks ago,
before Jungkook got assigned the new job. Right now, it's only small pecks. He hates it, but he's
grateful for what he has.

He still feels foolish though.

Why does he have to be the one suffering from all this?

He inhales, the fresh air burning his nostrils.

The Café is quiet today, he's thankful for that. He's always loved to work in the peace.

He stretches his arms above his head, cracking his bones satisfyingly.

He reaches his cup of Frappe that's sitting on the table next to his laptop. His phone vibrates on the
table, and he chokes on his drink as he scans the texts he just received.

He coughs harshly, fist clenched around his mouth. People turn to send him weird looks, but he
ignores them and grabs his phone hurriedly.

He thought Jongin forgot about him.

It's been two days, what else would he think?

Unknown: 2:45 p.m.

Hey
This is the blond cutie, right?

It's Jongin btw

Just like the day they met next to the river, he blushes involuntarily, a smile tugging on his lips.

He stares at the texts for a whole two minutes, thinking if it'd be wise to respond immediately. He
changes the contact's name and stares. Maybe he should wait a few minutes; he doesn't want
Jongin to think he's too eager.

He tells himself to wait more, but he ends up waiting two more minutes before he starts typing
enthusiastically.

Me: 2:50 p.m.

Oh hi, Jongin! :)

And yes. But my name is Jimin.

He reads it two more times before pressing send.

The reply is immediate, Jimin's heart beat quickens.

Jongin: 2:50 p.m.

That's the same thing

Jimin is a blond cutie, so.

He chuckles quietly, grin growing.

Me: 2:51 p.m.

Whatever.

I thought you wouldn't text

Jongin: 2:52 p.m.

I gotta say you're pretty bad at making assumptions then

Why wouldn't I text you? I told you I would

Jimin fidgets under the table.

Why did he think he wouldn't text though?

Me: 2:54 p.m.

Idk

It just took you too long

Jongin: 2:54 p.m.

Have you been waiting for my texts?

Were you, Jimin?

Jimin's face flushes red, his eyes widening.

Was he?

Me: 2:56 p.m.

It's not like that!!

He's being watched again.

He can sense it—the familiar feeling.

But surprisingly, he doesn't pay it any mind right now.

He just shrugs it off and waits for Jongin to stop typing.

Jongin: 2:57 p.m.

Oh. Is it not?

What's it like then?

Me: 2:58 p.m.

Nothing.

I just thought you forgot about it

Jongin: 2:58 p.m.

That's not possible

Me: 2:59 p.m.

Why not?

Jongin: 3:00 p.m.

You're unforgettable.

His heart skips a beat, emotions unlocking.

Me: 3:01 p.m.

Thank you

I must go now

I have some work to do

Jongin: 3:02 p.m.

Of course

Talk to you later, Jimin.

Just like the day they met, he doesn't want to let go. It feels like a magnet is pulling him close,
begging not to leave.

Me: 3:03 p.m.

Wait. Jongin?

He feels the eyes intensify, the gaze flaring.

Jongin: 3:04 p.m.

Yeah?

Me: 3:05 p.m.

Would you like to meet up some day?

I mean, I know we barely know each other. But I'd like the chance to know you.

Maybe grab coffee or smth

You don't have to though

No pressure, I promise

Jongin: 3:07 p.m.

Do you rlly think I'd refuse such an offer?

I'm free today. All day.

Pick the time.

Jimin blinks. Really?

Me: 3:08 p.m.

Oh God, you're serious?

Well that was easy, hah!

Jongin: 3:08 p.m.

Don't make me change my mind.

Me: 3:09 p.m.

No, noo

Today's fine.

Um, I'm actually in a café right now. If you're free, I can wait for you.

Jongin: 3:10 p.m.

I thought you're busy?

Me: 3:10 p.m.

I am.

I'm working here

But it can wait

R u coming or not?

Jongin: 3:11 p.m.

I thought you're a barista for a sec

I'm coming ofc!

Me: 3:12 p.m.

You talk too much.

Come here and we'll talk about my job.

Jongin: 3:13 p.m.

Right.

Location?

Me: 3:13 p.m.

Just a sec

[Location]

I'm waiting, don't be late.

Jongin: 3:15 p.m.

Patience, princess.

Jimin rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

Jongin: 3:16 p.m.

I'll be there at 4

He doesn't think much of it as he gets up and hurries to the washroom to make sure he's looking
decent. He pats his hair gently, making it fall down on his forehead. He turns and swirls, checking
himself up. He isn't wearing anything fancy, just an oversized blue hoodie and some shorts.

Okay, maybe he's not wearing anything fancy at all.

It's not like he knew he'd be meeting up with Jongin. He likes dressing comfy.

He gives up on his clothes and decides to apply some lip palm to his lips. He loves it, it's
strawberry flavoured, and he carries it around with him everywhere. He doesn't like having dry
lips.

When he's done, and finally looks decent for a meeting, he walks out of the washroom and back to
his table.

He frowns when he sees the time. Still 3:38.

The laptop sits on the table infront of him, completely forgotten. He sips on his frappe, wishing the
time would pass faster.

When it strikes 4:00, Jimin's posture straightens. He looks around, desperately searching for the
person he's waiting for.

But Jongin's nowhere to be seen and a displeased pout forms on his lips.

Jimin huffs and puffs as the time goes on.

It's almost 4:15 when Jimin startles at Jongin hurrying into a seat infront of him.

Jongin looks at him with a kind smile, "Well, don't you look upset. Thought you wanted to see
me?" he says, a playful smirk tugging on his lips.

Jimin then realizes how he must look. With his arms crossed over his chest and a visible sulk on
his lips, definitely not looking happy.

Jimin unfolds his arms and sits straight. "You're late." he says, instantly noticing how accusing it
sounds. Stupid

Jongin raises a brow, "Is that why you're pouting like that?" he asks. "Because I'm late?"
"No!" Jimin says quickly, and mentally face palms. Because that sounded exactly like a yes. "I
mean no. But what took you so long anyways? Do you live on the other side of the city or
something? Took you one hour."

Jongin's brow stays lifted upwards, unconvinced, and Jimin squirms under the accusing gaze.

"No. I don't live far away actually." he tells. "Would you like to come and see?"

Jimin's eyes widen. The teasing in Jongin's voice is so obvious. "Jongin!"

"Hm?"

"Maybe later. We shouldn't be going too quickly."

"How's going to my place moving quickly?"

"You're a stranger to me." His gaze shifts down to Jongin's body. "A big one too. What if you're
planning on killing me? I mean, you never know, right?" he asks playfully.

Jongin chuckles quietly. "I'd never. Anyways what would you like to drink? My treat."

"Oh. Oh, no. I— I already drank some coffee. Go ahead and order though."

"Coffee you say? How about desserts? Should we?"

"I really don—"

"I insist." he gestures for the waiters and says, "Menu please."

The waiter, with the menus, walks to their table and places the menus down, one infront of each of
them, then he turns and leaves after a small bow.

"Thank you, um, that's really nice of you."

Jongin flips through the menu, a small smile on his lips. "I know, right? I'm just so nice."

Jimin chuckles, "You're so full of yourself."

"You just said I'm nice!"

"Changed my mind."

"You can't do that— how about some gyeondgan?" Jongin asks, tugging his lower lip in between
his teeth in concentration. He looks awfully absorbed in the dessert section, but looks handsome
anyways. He holds such an authority, makes him even more attractive. The way he talks, walks, or
even takes the lead—it's all so endearing.

But Jimin tries not to focus on that.

"Jimin? What do you think?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, gyeondgan is fine." he confirms.

He watches in concentration as Jongin gestures for the waiter and orders two plates of gyeondgan.
It's the confidence that makes Jimin's eyes widen in awe. He's so extremely—

"So, you gonna tell me about your job yet?" Jongin asks, his eyes focused on Jimin. Last time they
met, it was night time, but Jongin managed to look good anyways. Now though, with the lights
reflecting over his features, he looks ethereal.

Jimin clicks his tongue, "take a guess."

Jongin looks down at the table, checking it out. "It seems like you've been working here for
awhile. Do you work from home?"

"I do."

"Maybe a graphic designer? Or translator? Am I close?"

"Not really."

"Data processor? Virtual assistant?"

"No, that's way too far." Jimin smiles, "I'm an author."

"Author? Like you write books?"

"Yeah," Jimin blinks.

"Wow, you don't give the vibe." he comments, though he doesn't look the least surprised.

"Really? What kind of vibes do I give, then?" he challenges, resting his cheek on the inside of his
palm.

Jongin looks him up and down, "A very beautiful idol, perhaps?"

Jimin raises a brow, "Could say the same thing for you,"

Jongin smiles, then the waiter returns and places two plates on the table.

They mutter a thank you and take the forks.

"What do you work, though?" Jimin asks after taking the first bite. "Don't tell me to guess. I'm shit
at that."

"You're lucky I'm nice."

"Oh, definitely." Jimin rolls his eyes.

"I'm the only heir of my father's company. I work there. My father passed away 3 years ago." He
informs and Jimin's eyes widen they could fall from their sockets. "Don't give me that look."
Jongin frowns.

"I— no, no. That's— wow, that's amazing. Not that— I'm sorry about your dad. But, yeah, you
own a company." Jimin says, sounding like he's trying to convince himself. He's about to ask about
the company's where-abouts when Jongin chuckles quietly.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

But it doesn't sound like it does. It sounds like Jongin is saying that to himself more than to Jimin.

"Do you— do you not like it?" Jimin asks carefully, he doesn't want to pry. He hopes it doesn't
offend Jongin.
It doesn't. Jongin looks at him with shiny eyes and mutters, "It's just a bit lonely, that's all."

Jimin's eyes soften. "How come?"

"Maybe I'm overreacting. But, I grew up as an only child, and the company's nice. Don't get me
wrong, It's awesome. I just stay in the office, minding my own business, you know. My days are
pretty decent. But I'm alone there, I manage meetings and talk to my workers. No one special."

I know that feeling, he wants to say. Because he does. It's the same feeling he wakes up to, and
spends the day dealing with. So he lowers his head and mutters, "I understand. Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I do. Since about 5 years or so."

"Oh, dear," he murmers. Jongin's probably single, but he doesn't dare ask.

Jongin straightens his posture and starts digging into his plate, "i got used to it, though. It's not as
depressing as it sounds."

Jimin doesn't believe him.

"You know," he starts, taking another bite. "I'm free most of the time. You can always come to me
when you want. I'd love to have your company." he says. "You're actually pretty fun to hang
around with."

Jongin again is wearing all black, with a black mask on his chin. Jimin's not sure, but he thinks he
sees a dark smirk on Jongin's lips. He doesn't get to think about it for long though, because Jongin
lifts his head up and looks at him with a kind smile.

"I'd love to, Jimin."

Jimin smiles back.

The upcoming minutes are calm, they eat silently while exchanging few words. But Jimin likes it.
He likes how they started exchanging heart-to-heart talks even though they barely know each
other.

The eyes are the last thing he thinks about, but he doesn't miss the thought of how he can't even
feel them anymore when he's with Jongin. He feels safe.

This kind of a relationship isn't something he had before. It's calm, but peaceful and serene. It's
weird, but he feels like Jongin's life is just so similar to his.

Jongin mentions how he used to have alot of arguments with his father frequently, how he couldn't
even rely on his parents. Or how his mother was always busy getting drunk whenever he needed
her.

He grew up on his own, by himself. Completely alone.

He had the money, but not the love.

The first thing Jimin thought about when he heard that, is that he wants to be the one to provide
him the love he couldn't have.
Funny how he can't say no.

He didn't even hesitate when Jongin asked him if he'd like to go on a small ride.

It's nice—tranquil.

Jongin drives them through the streets of Seoul as Jimin inspects their surroundings. The
atmosphere between them is so smooth and placid. Jimin likes it.

They've been like this for awhile now. They left the café at 6. But it's already 9 pm. The time flew
by; it all felt like an hour at most.

Jimin's eyes drift from the ground to the alluring sky as he leans his head against the window.

"Do you like the stars?" Jimin asks, it's hushed and small.

He almost thinks it's impossible for Jongin to hear but then Jongin mutters, "I like shiny things,
stars are shiny."

Jimin feels his heart sink, because he likes shiny too.

"Me too. I like shiny."

Jongin hums.

It's quiet again, but then Jongin asks, "Should we grab dinner?"

And Jimin just wants to fall down and cry. Because it's been days since he last had dinner with
someone else.

He wants to, but he shakes his head.

"It's getting late. I don't want to annoy you." he says, and it's so lull even to his own ears.

The car suddenly stops at the side. "You're not." Jongin says, his face turned to look straight into
Jimin's soul.

"Today was supposed to be on me! I invited you—"

"Shh, it's okay."

"Jongi—"

"You're not. You don't, you don't annoy me, Jimin."

Jimin's heart sinks.

"I'll be back in a few minutes. We'll eat in the car, is that alright with you?"
Jimin is certain he's going to cry any second now. He's just too good.

He lowers his head to hide his teary eyes, "It is. Yes."

"Great," Jongin opens the car's door.

"Please," Jimin starts, Jongin looks back at him immediately, ready to hear his words. "Be
careful."

The smile that tugs on Jongin's face is so entrancing, that Jimin couldn't help but return it.

With a nod of his head, Jongin steps out of the car and closes the door after him.

Maybe Jongin is an angel sent to him from the skies to get him out of his misery.

Maybe Jongin is a gift that arrived when he most needed it.

Now that Jongin is here, he doesn't think he can afford living without him. Cause he's just that
appealing.

He feels blessed to know such a guy. Kind, funny, charming and he's here. Most importantly is that
he's here.

Ten minutes later, Jongin steps back into Jimin's line of vision with a white bag in his left fist.

Their gaze meet, and Jongin smiles at him in a way; Jimin can't do this anymore.

"I'm hoping you like Jjajangmyeon," he says when he enters the car.

"I'd take anything at the moment. I'm starving, give me,"

Jongin raises a brow, "Say what, now?"

"I said I'm hungry?"

"After that,"

"I said pass my dinner over." Jimin grunts.

Jongin snickers, "Say please, princess."

Jimin's throat stutters, "Princess? A princess doesn't say please."

"And I'm teaching that princess some manners," he says, sounding extremely serious. Jimin shivers
at his tone.

He says it as if it's completely innocent. But then again, maybe it is. It should be. Right?

"Could you please, Mr. Kim, pass me my share over?"

No laugh. No smile. He just nods his head, "Good, that sounds more like it." he says, and Jimin is
ashamed from the way he feels proud. "Though stick to Jongin. You sound like one of my
workers."

"Fine. Dinner now?"

Jongin leans closer and places the whole plastic bag on Jimin's lap.
"Be careful, that's hot." he warns, but Jimin is busy holding his breath. Jongin is like an inch away
from his face.

He only inhales when Jongin moves back.

Lifting a bowl out of the bag, he holds it out for Jongin with chopsticks at the side.

Jongin looks at him from the edge of his eyes. "Wait, I'm driving."

"What? Why? Just stay parked here till we finish eating."

The car backs up and out of the parking area.

"This is a private property, for the restaurant's owners. We can't stay here." he says, attention on
the road.

Jimin hums in understanding, he breaks the chopsticks apart and opens the bowl's cover. "I see."
he grabs a small portion in between the chopsticks and leans closer to Jongin. "Open your mouth,
will you?"

That seems to get Jongin's attention. He turns around for a millisecond and smirks, seemingly glad
about what he sees. "Are you going to feed me, Jimin-ah?" his voice is teasing, but sweet
nonetheless.

"Open up," Jimin orders, the tip of the chopsticks tugging on Jongin's lips, asking for entrance.

Jongin parts his lips, his gaze stays on the road, though it shifts to Jimin a few times.

"Good?" Jimin asks, and he sounds so excited as if he's the one who prepared the meal.

Jongin hums in confirmation.

Jimin smiles at that. God damn it, why's he so smiley today.

He doesn't bother grabbing the other bowl; he feeds himself from the same bowl.

"It's really good," he compliments as he feeds Jongin again.

They don't bother parking the car anywhere else. Jongin drives as Jimin feeds him, and they're
content about that. No one's complaining.

Jimin didn't want to when he asked Jongin to drive him back home.

But it was late, and the day had to come to an end.

It's almost 10:50 when they arrive at Jimin's house.

Jimin leans his head back on the seat, closing his eyes for a moment.

"You can stay if you want." he hears Jongin says.

He turns his head and looks at Jongin. "I had fun today. Thank you,"

"What are you thanking me for? It was all you,"

Jimin laughs in disbelief at that remark. "You have to be kidding. You literally did everything. You
ordered desserts, then took me on a nice drive, and bought me dinner! I did nothing."
"You were there." Jongin tells, it's his voice that grabs Jimin's attention. So serious and sincere.
"As long as you're there, I'll always be grateful."

Jongin's words from earlier replay in his mind.

It's just a bit lonely, that's all.

I'm alone there, I manage meetings and talk to my workers. No one special.

i got used to it, though. It's not as depressing as it sounds.

"I'm here," Jimin smiles softly. "Next time though, it's on me." he says, emphasizing the words
next time.

"Yeah?" Jongin asks, returning the smile.

"Yeah." Jimin opens the door and slides out. "Text me." he says, closing the door carefully.

Jimin walks to his door step with a smile.

Today, since days, was actually pretty fun and enjoyable.

He opens the door and closes it after him.

He turns around and almost feels his heart rising to his throat as he screams in fright.

"What the fuck—" his fist clutches his chest, calming himself down. "You almost gave me a heart
attack, Jungkook!"

When his heart is finally settling down, he steps out of his sneakers and places them on the side.

"You're home early today. How come?" Jimin asks as he walks in to the living room, dangling his
keys between his fingers as he hums a rhythm.

The hand that clutches his bicep is big, strong.

Jimin's feet pause in place as he turns around to look at Jungkook.

"Jungkook?"

"You were out."

Jimin blinks. "Yeah, I know?"

"Why were you out? You never stay out after 6."

The hand tightens around his bicep, a shriek escapes his lips.

"I wasn't working, Jungkook." he practically squeals.

Jungkook seems to notice the pain on Jimin's face and immediately loosens his grasp on his arm.

"I was with a friend."

"A friend, again?" Jungkook asks, "Tae?"

Jungkook doesn't look surprised when Jimin shakes his head.

"Then?"

"His name is Jongin. We met a few days ago."

Jungkook snickers, "The dude you met on the river?"

"Yeah."

"Are you serious? You barely know anything about him, you don't just spend the day with a
stranger!" he barks.

Jimin squirms, "I know. That's why we met, to know each other. We're bonding."

"Bonding. Bonding?" he chuckles darkly. "Is this some kind of a joke? There is no bonding. You
don't just bond with anyone."

"He's not just anyone!" Jimin barks back. "We're friends." But Jimin's not sure they are. Are they?
They never labeled what they are. But friends doesn't sound like it.

Jimin's busy thinking about what he and Jongin count as when he hears Jungkook punching the
wall harshly, he goes stiff under the sudden anger—it's not even sudden.

"Jungkook, don't—"

"Fuck," It's so quick, in a blink of an eye, Jungkook is infront of him. Not just standing infront of
him, but kissing him vigorously. It's all tongue and teeth and Jimin is quick to notice how long it's
been since they've last done this.

Jungkook's hand slides down his body, holding his waist tightly while the other stills his jaw in
place.

"Jungk—" the rest of the word is swallowed by Jungkook.

"This is unfair, Jimin. It's unfair!" Jungkook breathes, still kissing. His tongue darts all around
Jimin's lips, wetting them. "Do I deserve it that much?" he says, his hand slides further down and
grabs Jimin's ass. "You ignore me and go to— to bond with this dude you met two days ago. Is that
fair?"

Jimin starts getting out of breath. He moans loudly when Jungkook squeezes his ass tightly.

"Answer me."

Jimin tries, he really does, but no words escape his lips. He's so bent on pleasure to be able to form
any coherent words right now.

The echo of the slap that hits his ass is loud, lusty. "Answer my question."

"No, no." he breathes, shaking his head. He's not sure what he's disagreeing to, but it seems to do
the trick. His arms lift to wrap around Jungkook's neck, but Jungkook is quick to slap them away.

Jungkook grabs his wrists and holds them above Jimin's head as he backs him up against the wall.
"You don't get to touch."

Jimin whines desperately.

"Shut that pretty mouth of yours." He sinks his head down and bites at Jimin's neck. "I miss you. I
fucking miss you." he sinks his teeth into the flesh, Jimin whines again, knees getting wobbly.

"Me— me too,"

Jungkook slaps his ass again, harder.

Jimin jumps at the sudden move as Jungkook snickers.

"You too? Are you sure? What about the bonding you've been busy doing all day?"

The palm around his jaw moves downwards and to his shorts' waistband.

"H—hurry up!" Jimin says. He regrets his words all together when he feels Jungkook's movements
come to a halt.

"Oh, my baby's needy." Jungkook chuckles, and Jimin has half a mind to confess he's been needy
all week long. "Sad for you, I guess. Because you're not getting fucked."

Jimin's eyes widen in shock and desperation.

"Upset?"

Jimin's not in the right mind anymore. He's horny, so fucking horny. But Jungkook never backs
down after spitting his words, which is bad—really bad.

He nods quickly, tears forming in his eyes.

Jungkook pulls him closer by the waist, they're flesh on flesh now and that does nothing to help
Jimin's case.

"Don't." Jungkook orders, he lets go of Jimin's wrists and cups his face with one palm. "Don't cry."

Jimin sniffs in distress, trying his best not to let the tears out.

A tear slips out of his eye, but Jungkook is quick to catch it and wipe it away with his thumb.

His shorts are down by his ankles in a blink of an eye.

Jimin looks at Jungkook, the beginning of a smile starting to form on his face.

But Jungkook is quick to disappoint. "Don't get your hopes up, darling. Just a hand-job."

He feels his thighs turning into jelly the instant Jungkook's fingers tap on his leaking dick.

Jungkook taps it again, then laughs bitterly. "Would you look at that?" he taps it with his pointer
finger again and his sensitive cock twitches and pulses against the touch. Jimin closes his eyes in
embarrassment. "Take those boxers off. You have five seconds or I'm heading to sleep."

Jimin goes to work before Jungkook is even done talking. He snatches his boxers down and steps
out of them and his shorts.

There's an amused look on Jungkook's face, but Jimin feels no shame. He likes it when Jungkook
gets like that—dominating.

Jungkook then steps closer, "Hands up." he demands, and Jimin is quick to oblige. Jungkook tugs
the hoodie over Jimin's head and away, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Then he steps back
and looks. "Turn around for me, baby,"

Jimin turns and swirls, purposely shaking his ass. Who knows, maybe he could change Jungkook's
mind about the fucking.

When he turns back around, Jungkook's jaw is clenched and his eyes dark. "Careful," he grabs
Jimin by the waist and pulls him close. "You're playing with fire."

A strangled moan escapes his throat when Jungkook's palm wraps around his cock.

"Jung—jungkook—"

"That's right, baby, " his thumb strokes around the tip, collecting the pre-come then spreads it
around his cock. "moan my name."

After lubing Jimin's dick, he starts stroking it with his palm. Jimin throws his head back against the
wall; he thinks he might fall down any moment.

"I— Jungkook— I need you." his eyes shut close as he pants and moans. "Please,"

"Shh," Jungkook presses his pointer finger against Jimin's lips, the other arm still working down
there.

Jungkook slips his fingers further down, and fondles with his balls. Then they slip even further
down and tug at his hole.

The reflex is immediate, Jimin's legs give up on him and he falls against the wall. Before he
reaches the ground, though, Jungkook holds him around the waist and pulls him in.

Jimin lives for the feeling of Jungkook's rough hands against his sensitive skin.

His fingers keep tickling against his hole. A wistful whine escapes Jimin's lips.

"Please," he begs, arms on Jungkook's chest as he hangs limbly in between his arms. "I want you,"

Jimin let's out a sorrowful sob when Jungkook's fingers withdraw from his ass.

"No, plea—"

"Shh, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

True to his words, Jungkook only bends down and slips his black slacks and boxers down in one
go.

Jimin sighs in relief, it's true, Jungkook never leaves him alone when he most needs him.

After stepping out of his clothes, he kicks them away then holds Jimin's cock again.

"Such a tiny cock," Jungkook mocks, stroking it slowly. "So beautiful."

Jungkook has always had a kink for Jimin's size, something which Jimin never understood.

Jimin looks down and takes in Jungkook next to him.

Okay, maybe he has that kink too.

Jimin's next breath comes out heavy, choked. Because, yeah, the difference is almost humorous.
As his gaze inspects Jungkook's cock, he decides he can't wait anymore. He takes things into his
own hand and tips closer, their cocks coming into contact together.

Jungkook hisses in pleasure, but he doesn't tell Jimin to stop, so Jimin doesn't.

Jimin inhales and starts moving, stimulating both of their cocks by the contact. He wraps both arms
around Jungkook's neck and rolls his hips.

"Fuck," Jungkook groans. His arms grab ahold of Jimin's ass and stroke. It's gentle, but Jimin feels
the pleasure increase ten folds. Because it's Jungkook's fingers on him. Finally. "You're doing so
good, baby,"

Jungkook's grasp on Jimin's ass tightens. Jimin doesn't see it coming when Jungkook thrusts
brutally against his cock. He gasps harshly, choking on a moan.

He exhales severely, trying to calm his breath down.

"More," Jimin requests.

Jungkook is quick to oblige; he thrusts down on him again, a breathless moan escaping his throat.

"You're too good to be true," Jungkook says. Then Jimin feels it again, the lightest touch of
Jungkook's finger on his hole.

He strokes the rim as he thrusts in again.

"I won't last long," Jimin warns, cheeks rosy from sweat.

Jungkook leans in and kisses him, "Me too," his tongue slips in Jimin's mouth, their tongues glide
against each other hurriedly, each aiming for dominance.

Jimin gives up all together when Jungkook's cock slides under Jimin's and strokes his length from
its underside. Jimin feels his eyes roll backwards in pleasure. Jungkook's tip slides up and down till
it reaches Jimin's balls; he could feel everything: the veins on Jungkook's length, the size, the
thickness.

And Jimin has only one thought, he wants that inside him.

But he shuts himself up when he feels the knot in his stomach fighting to get free.

"Jungkook, ahh, I'm coming!"

Jungkook's cock twitches. "Go ahead, baby."

He throws his head backwards, his hold around Jungkook's neck tightening. His cock pulses as the
white ropes of cum escape the tip. Jungkook joins before Jimin's even done, their white cum
braiding together.

When they're finished, they're both breathless.

"I love you, baby." Jungkook breathes, his forehead against Jimin's. "Please, forgive me. You were
right,"

Jimin takes a moment to steady his breath then asks, "I was right? About what?"

Jungkook shuts his eyes as he exhales; the guilt on his face is so obvious, and it's killing Jimin.
"What is it?" Jimin encourages, his thumb caresses Jungkook's cheekbones in a gentle touch.

"About Maren," he finally says. Jimin's movements come to a halt when he hears the name he
detests. "She— today, she told me. That she has a crush— that she likes me. She came to see me at
work."

Jimin's brain stops functioning. "What?" he yells.

"I'm sorry for not believing you. It's just that, I mean, I never thought Maren could," he pauses
there.

"She came to see you at work? And confessed to you even though she knows you have a fucking
boyfriend?" Jungkook nods, gaze softening. "What the fuck is her problem?"

"It's okay, I asked her to leave. Told her it's wrong."

Jimin didn't want to hear anything else. This was enough.

He simply leans in and kisses Jungkook, his teeth nibbling on Jungkook's bottom lip.

"Take me to bed, Jungkookie. I'm tired," he leans back and says, a fake pout on his lips.

Jungkook closes the distance between them and takes Jimin's lips in between his, "Sure thing," he
murmurs. He slides his palms under Jimin's thighs, lifts them up and wraps Jimin's legs around his
waist.

Jimin blushes at that, he's still completely bare.

But he busies himself with Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook walks them to their room and into their bathroom.

"I think we both need a shower, yeah?"

Jimin groans, "I'm tired, I don't want to,"

"I'll take care of you,"

And he does.

He slips them both in the tub and turns the warm water on, he sits with Jimin is between his legs
and shampoos both of their hair carefully.

Jimin falls asleep in the middle of it.

But he can feel the touch of Jungkook's arms around him as he wraps him in a towel and carries
him back to bed.

He dries him up and lays him down, quickly joining in next to him.

Jungkook's arms wrap around his waist protectively and Jimin feels all the stress and distress fade
away. He was never one to stay angry with Jungkook for long anyways.

"Jungkook?" he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

But Jungkook seems to catch it as he hums, "Yeah?"

"I love you, too." Jimin says.

His eyes are closed, but he can hear the smile on Jungkook's lips as he mutters, "Sweet dreams,
baby."

That was the last day Jungkook arrived home early. The next days are dull, uneventful. But Jimin
busied himself with the speech. Thankfully, he finished early.

He's in a good mood today, how can he not? He finished his pain-in-the-ass speech two days
earlier, he feels like floating on the moon.

And since he finished his expected work, he found himself unoccupied—extremely free and has
nothing to do.

But his hyper mood told him to do something productive, and so here he is.

He wasn't one to cook. He's not bad at it, he just never needed it. Jungkook was the one who
always prepared lunch and dinner for the both of them.

But for three weeks now, Jungkook's been grabbing food at work and Jimin would eat anything
simple, like ramen.

But he decided he's done. He won't starve to death only because Jungkook's not there to cook for
him.

He spots the convenience store and approaches.

When he's in, he goes to work immediately. He strolls to the vegetables area and grabs a few
healthy radishes and onions. Then he snatches the beef short ribs and stewing beef. He decided to
go for something hard—Galbi-tang.

Jimin's not a great cook and he never tried making galbi-tang before, but there's a first time for
everything, right?

He starts getting concerned as he saunters to the cashier.

Maybe he should go for something easier first. He sure as hell doesn't want to burn the whole
kitchen down. Jungkook would be mad.

He gulps thinking about the last time he almost stabbed Jungkook in the stomach while holding a
knife. He was chopping vegetables, not his fault Jungkook slapped his ass out of nowhere.

Just as he's about to totally give up, he looks up and the guy at the cashier has already packed his
ingredients in two plastic bags and is looking at him expectantly.

Jimin smiles nervously and reaches his wallet to pay for his stuff.
He'll do this. There's no going back, no matter what the consequences are.

He ambles out of the store and shivers at the freezing breeze that hits his skin.

Okay, holy shit

Trudging on the streets, he starts inspecting his surroundings. The dim lights in the evening, the
cars passing along the road, and the sky. The sky is shining with obscure, glassy stars. The
buildings are lined in an elegant pattern, it's all so nice to take in.

Seoul is outstandingly beautiful.

He turns around the corner and heads to the small side road, it's dark and empty but it's a shortcut.

As he walks on the hard floor, he vaguely thinks he hears the hazy sound of foot-steps behind him.

His movements come to a halt, teeth clenching.

The stalker

So it's true, someone really is following him around.

He doesn't know why he didn't think about it before, but this time, he wants to take a look.

He wants to know, to make sure.

Gulping down his fear and anxiety, he turns his head slightly around and from the edge of his eye,
he sees.

His fear comes back hitting him like a truck. Because he's big. It's a guy, he's sure.

He doesn't waste anymore time. Cursing himself for choosing this road, his feet start working. He
doesn't miss the footsteps behind him this time. They're clear, like the person isn't even trying to
hide it.

Jimin takes a shaky breath, his hands shake in terror.

He fastens his movements and walks harder, but the guy is taller, faster.

In a span of two seconds, Jimin is running, chasing his safety.

He's not looking where he's going anymore, he's just going on, determined not to stop.

But as he turns around another corner, he sees a big fence blocking his way out.

His world comes down crashing back on him. He hears the footsteps come closer, and he falls to
the ground, burying his face in between his palms.

Is this it?

Tears start streaming down his face as the steps get closer, uncomfortably so. And with each step
the guy makes, Jimin's horror increases.

He'd call someone for help, but he can't move. The fear took over his veins and muscles and he
feels attached to the ground, not able to move a finger.

When the steps come to a halt infront of him, Jimin's breathing stops, his blood runs cold, his brain
stops functioning. He sees black for a second but he recovers quickly.

He stays crouched down on the floor, hands shaking in horror and eyes closed. And the guy infront
if him does nothing, doesn't move.

The creepy silent is all he can hear, until a sob breaks out of his throat.

He panics at the sound of his cries, not knowing how to stop them.

He opens his eyes and the first thing he sees are black boots, a few steps away from his pathetic
form.

He doesn't look up, even if he wanted to, he doesn't get the chance. Because the boots turn around
on their heels and walk away till they disappear.

Jimin gets up on his feet instantly and starts dashing through the streets back home, just like the
day he felt the eyes on him in the park.

Jimin doesn't cook.

Because as soon as he arrives back to his empty apartment, he stumbles on his feet and starts
tearing up on the carpet.

Jungkook's not here, but he really needs him.

Jimin can't help but address himself as foolish and half-witted. How could he be so careless about
such a matter? How could he keep such an important topic from Jungkook?

He feels lost, because when did it all start?

How could he have missed the underlying danger in this whole situation?

His feet were only able to carry him to the couch that night, and he passes out over the comfy
fabric the second his overthinking head hits the pillows.

When he wakes up the next morning, he's in bed. Jungkook probably carried him here. But it's
empty from the warmth he's craving.
He sighs. As he attempts to get up, his head pounds and he finds the world spinning with bizarre
images infront of him.

He stops in his tracks and leans back on bed to continue his sleep. He wouldn't want to faint while
he's all alone at home.

When he wakes up later that evening, his phone is vibrating in his pocket annoyingly.

He picks it up and turns it on.

Jongin: 6:30 p.m.

Want to see you

Me: 6:35 p.m.

I don't want to go out

Wanna come over? I think I can use the company

Jongin: 6:37 p.m.

Location?

I'll be on my way

And Jimin goes ahead and sends him the location gladly so. Because more than ever now, he needs
it. He needs the warmth of Jongin's presence and he needs to feel safe.

Because sitting alone in this apartment feels like anything and anyone can approach him without
any difficulties.

He checks the other notifications he's received. Jungkook texted him, too.

Jungkookie: 8:50 a.m.

Hey, baby

Sorry couldn't be there when you woke up

You looked sick. You okay?

Jimin can do nothing but sigh. Because, oh well, it seems like Jungkook can take day offs to meet
his unwelcomed college friends, but can only throw a few texts when his boyfriend looks unwell.
Jungkookie: 1:20 p.m.

Jiminie?

You still sleeping?

Jungkookie: 4:17 p.m.

Jimin, I swear to god.

Did you mute my notifs again?

Jimin giggles at that one. Because yeah, he does that alot, only to tease Jungkook.

Me: 6:45 p.m.

Hey, babe

Sorry, no

I didn't mute you dw :)

And im fine, please don't be late today though. I miss you

When's he not missing Jungkook nowadays though?

He's in the kitchen, trying to begin cooking the very failed plan of galbi-tang when the bell rings.

Well, holy shit, that was quick.

He strolls to the front door, but pauses before he does any attempt at unlocking it.

It could be the stalker. Or those annoying letters again.

He looks through the peekhole and immediately panics when he sees no one.

"W-who's there?" he asks shakily, afraid of the upcoming.

"It's me, Jimin. Jongin." the relief that washes over him is indescribable. His tense shoulders fall
back into place in relaxation and his forehead straightens back from all the anxious lines.

He opens the door and pulls Jongin in, shutting the door after him quickly.

It's the first time for them and their new relationship, but he hugs him.

Jimin throws himself like a coala on Jongin, his face buried in Jongin's chest as his own heart
hammers from the previous shock.

"H-hey, are you okay?" Jongin asks, voice eerily strained.

Jimin makes no move, stays attached to place.

"Jimin, you okay? What's wrong?" his arms wrap around him protectively as his fingers play with
his hair.

This physical affection is still so new between them, but Jimin cherishes it. It's what he needs.

But then Jongin goes again, "Jimin, you're worrying me. Please tell me what's wrong," and Jimin's
sobs break free.

His tears fall down, wetting Jongin's shirt.

"I-I'm sorry," Jimin murmurs as he pulls away, wiping his tears silently. But Jongin keep him
close, his arm on Jimin's shoulder.

"What are you apologizing for?" Jongin asks as he pulls him in the apartment, gently pushing him
onto the couch. Jongin sits next to him and takes Jimin's hands in between his. "It's okay, Jimin.
You can talk to me,"

And Jimin will. Because why would he not? He needs someone to hold his grief with. He can't
keep it in anymore. And to his luck, it's Jongin.

Jongin, who makes him feel protected.

Jimin wipes his tears and looks up at Jongin, only to see that he's already looking at him in
undeniable concern.

Jongin's thumb caresses his hand encouragingly, and he finally feels at peace as he parts his lips
and tells, "I'm being watched,"

Jongin's thumb pauses, and his eyebrows knit up. "Watched?"

Jimin nods, another tear threatening to slip past his eye. "Yeah, it's been a while. I've noticed that
there's someone after me, following me around. And yesterday—" he pauses, the tear falls down
and rests on his lips.

Jongin is quick to place his thumb on his lips and wipe it away, and it's so gentle. Jimin barely
feels it.

"Yesterday I— I saw him. Not his face, only his body. He's big and buff, not too much. Almost as
big as you. And um, he followed me. But he didn't do anything, he just stopped next to me then
left. But I— Jongin, I don't know what he wants. I don't know what happens next time."

When Jimin looks up, Jongin isn't looking at him in concern or surprise, his face is weirdly
straight. Jimin can't read it.

"Did you tell anyone about this?" Jongin asks, voice steady.

"No, I wanted to tell my—" boyfriend

"Don't tell anyone." Jongin interrupts

"W-why not?"

"Listen to me, Jimin. Such a thing isn't easy, it could be dangerous, alright? We don't want the
stalker to know you can sense his presence. That might encourage him to make a move."

Jimin's eyes widen. It makes sense.

"I'm here for you. I'll protect you."

Jimin sniffs and leans forward. He rests his head on Jongin's shoulder and wraps his arms around
his midriff. Jongin is quick to wrap his arm around Jimin's shoulder.

"I trust you." Jimin tells blindly.

"We need to go over some precautions, though." Jongin starts, "From now on, you don't leave the
house by your self. Do you hear me?"

Jimin nods, "Yes,"

"You call me whenever you want to leave, Jimin. Anytime. I'm on a break right now. No work.
You will call me whenever you're leaving. Yes?"

"Yes," Jimin nods continously.

"And if you feel any kind of danger, you call me. I don't live far away. I'll be here in no time.
Understand?"

"Yes," Jimin assures. "Thank you."

"I care about you, Jimin. I know we don't know each other for long. But I feel so connected to you.
You're important to me."

Jimin listens in awe; he feels his emotions burst. He doesn't dare open his mouth, afraid he'd cry
again. So he only snuggles closer to Jongin.

"Were you cooking?" Jongin then asks, arms dropping to Jimin's waist to hold him steadily.

Jimin giggles, "It's a failed attempt."

Suddenly a finger is under Jimin's chin, lifting it upwards. "Don't ever stop smiling, Jimin. Your
giggles are the cutest."

Jimin flushes from head to toe.

Jongin chuckles fondly.

"I can cook. Want my help?"

Jimin jumps, "Yes, please," he squeals. "I'm literally so bad at this."

"What are you making?"

"I thought maybe Galbi-tang. But we can make something else if you want."

"I'm a good cook, Jimin-ah. Let's make Galbi-tang."

Jimin smiles fondly, and they stare at each other for a minute before Jimin gets up on his feet.

"Well then, show me your skills, will you?"

Jongin gets up and heads to the kitchen after he spots it.

To his credit, Jongin truly is a great cook.

Jongin does 96% of the work. The other four percent Jimin spends it while mixing the soup–the
only thing he did, really.

But Jongin is really nice to be around. It's just like last time—peaceful.

His aura is threatening and demanding in a good way.

"Thank you for your help," Jimin says as he takes a seat on the dinning table.

Jongin raises his brow, humored.

"Don't give me that look," Jimin laughs, but Jongin's posture doesn't change. So Jimin frowns and
says, "Okay, fine. Thank you for the food. You have no idea how much I adore you for ignoring
the fact that I almost broke my arm mixing the damn soup."

Jongin smiles smugly and leans forward, "Thank you for your help, Jimin."

Jimin shoots him a murderous glare as he leans forward to reach the chopsticks.

"You know, just because it looks good doesn't mean it tastes good." Jimin says, voice teasing.

Jongin gives him a side glance as he holds his chopsticks too, "You tasted it countless times while
cooking. And complimented my cooking skills. So shut up and eat."

Jimin huffs a laugh and starts digging into his plate. It tastes heavenly.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he reaches for it instantly.

Jungkookie: 9:02 p.m.

You sure? You looked extremely pale

And yeah, I'll try to get home early

For you ;)

Jimin smiles, lip between his teeth as he types a response.

 Me: 9:04 p.m.

I was a bit tired yesterday, but I'm great now

Actually I'm eating dinner rn

You'll never guess what I made

Jungkookie: 9:05 p.m.

You cooked?

Me: 9:05 p.m.

Shocking, right?

Jungkookie: 9:06 p.m.

Very

Me: 9:07 p.m.

Well that's cause I didn't :)

Jungkookie: 9:07 p.m.

Wow, what was I expecting?

Me: 9:07 p.m.

Jongin cooked

I only... Well mostly watched

Jungkookie: 9:09 p.m.

JIMIN WHAT?

You let a stranger to our house?!

Me: 9:09 p.m.

 Hey, relax

He's rlly nice dw.

I'm with him rn

Jungkookie: 9:10 p.m.

No, Jimin. You don't fucking do that

You don't let strangers in that easily

You know him for what? One week? and u decided he's nice?

When's he leaving?

It's already getting late. He needs to leave.

Me: 9:11 p.m.

I know, kook

But we're having dinner rn

"Hey, can you pass me the salt?" Jongin's voice brings his attention back to the real world.

Jongin is looking at him in a dark, unreadable gaze.

"Oh," Jimin passes the salt politely, "here you go."

It seems like being physical became their thing now, because after dinner, Jongin leaves but not
without giving Jimin a peck on the cheek.

Jimin spends the next ten minutes changing back into his pajamas after Jongin left when the door
slams open and Jungkook is yelling, "JIMIN,"

Jimin exits the bedroom and blinks at him in surprise, "Hey, kookie. You came early," Jimin
smiles.

"Yeah. When did he leave? The guest," Jungkook asks as he looks at the dinning table that still
holds two plates.
Jimin shrugs as he steps closer, "A few minutes ago," he answers, wrapping his arms around
Jungkook's neck. "Kiss?"

Jungkook looks a bit stiff but he leans forward and pecks Jimin's lips. He wraps his arms around
Jimin's waist, looking hesitant. "I have to meet him,"

Jimin opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Yeah, not happening

"Maybe one day. Besides what are you so worried about, huh? This is how I make friends, nothing
new."

Jungkook inhales deeply, "I don't know, I guess I just don't like the idea of a stranger having dinner
with you." he explains, looking thoroughly affected.

Jimin raises a mocking brow, "You jealous?" he teases.

A light blush covers Jungkook's cheeks, "I don't like him,"

"You didn't even meet him!" Jimin giggles.

"Well, it's my sixth sense! Why would I be happy anyways?" Jungkook pauses, seemingly a
thought passes his mind because his face turns serious and his brows knit together. "How did you...
did you just get his number when you first met on the river? That easily?"

Jimin's posture freezes, his body goes numb for a second. "I mean, when you spell it like that..." he
bits his lips in thought. Jungkook is looking at him in shock mixed with disappointment and Jimin
doesn't know if his next words will soften the atmosphere or make it more tense. "We talked for a
while and he was very nice. I wanted to see him again, kookie. That's all."

Jungkook's gaze doesn't falter, goes deeper instead. "Was he the one who asked for your number?"

Jimin's eyes widen slightly. Where is Jungkook going with this?

He unwraps his arms from around Jungkook and leans back, but Jungkook's hold around his waist
keeps him in place.

"No, I did."

The disappointment that flourishes on Jungkook's face is as bright as the sun. "And does that sound
okay to you? To ask for another guy's number?"

"Jungkook, please. You're getting this all wrong. He's—" Jimin thinks for a second. His next words
might not be exactly true, but what Jungkook doesn't know won't hurt him. "He's a friend."

"I don't give a shit about what he is! You might see him as a friend but do you know what he thinks
about you? Does he know you have a boyfriend, or does he just asks you on dates so regularly?"

"He didn't ask me on dates—"

"Jimin, seriously now?"

Jimin pushes at his chest and steps back and away from Jungkook.

"You don't get to label what we are! You're busy all week, you really expect me to spend it all by
myself?"
"I didn't say that! You have Tae. Why don't you hang out with him?" Jungkook questions, pitch
slightly loud.

"You know he's busy. Besides I can't spend all my days with Tae. He's got a life to take care of,"
Jimin spits back.

"And Jongin doesn't?" Jungkook declares. The word Jongin rolling off his tongue very offshore.
Jimin would've laughed if he wasn't busy arguing with Jungkook.

"Jongin is the one who asked to see me! At least he has time for me," he claims.

A flash of anger crosses Jungkook's face, "What the fuck are you trying to say?" he's straight up
shouting now.

"You know what I mean Jungkook." Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "My boyfriend
doesn't have time for me, I need someone to be here. And Jongin is. Isn't that enough reason to see
why he's so nice?"

"Are you comparing me to Jongin? He's a fucking friend, I thought?"

"Stop twisting my words, Jungkook. He is a friend, so what? Friends are supposed to be there for
each other, right?" he says and they're both yelling at this point.

"It's not like I chose being busy. What are—"

Jimin places his pointer finger on Jungkook's lips quickly, shutting him up. "Shh. Jungkook, I'm
not blaming you. You're the one blaming me." he tells, voice suddenly hushed.

The next second, he's being engulfed in a bone crushing hug.

"What is happening to us, Jimin? Why—" he stops there. Jimin thinks he might be crying.

But Jimin is surprisingly calm, just getting hugged, not even returning it.

"I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry." Jungkook sobs, Jimin's heart aching in the process.

But Jimin's expression stays unwavering.

"Would you like to have dinner? There's a lot of leftovers." Jimin suggests, ignoring the emotional
tension.

Jungkook pulls back and looks at him. He leans closer and pecks Jimin's lips then nods. "Yeah.
Yeah, that'd be nice."

Jimin wipes Jungkook's tears and gives his best fake smile, before stepping back and slipping away
to the kitchen.
"Good luck," Jongin says encouragingly, "I'll be waiting right here."

Jimin nods with a smile, "Thank you. I won't be late. Well, unless my boss wanted to."

He opens the car's door and steps out.

He walks into the building casually, ignores all the familiar faces he walks by—he's not in the
mood. He catches up to the elevator and steps out on the 5th floor. He walks out and stops at Mrs.
Son's desk.

"Hey, Mrs. Son. Is Mr. Choi in?"

The secretary offers a kind smile and nods her head, "Yeah, he's expecting you."

He bows politely and takes the small steps to Mr. Choi's office door, pausing infront of it.

He knocks twice, just like how his boss likes it, then proceeds when he hears the confirming ' come
in'.

He twists the door knob and walks in.

"Good morning, Mr. Choi," he says, bowing ninety degrees.

"Morning, Park. Speech?" Mr. Choi asks, not even glancing up at him. Good, Jimin rolls his eyes,
he's going straight to the point.

"I have it right here, all ready." Jimin opens his satchel and pulls his stack of papers. "Here, this is
the only printed copy for now."

"How long?"

"Not long. About three pages." Jimin offers.

He places the papers on his boss' desk and sits on the other side of the desk.

Mr. Choi hums, "Did it take a lot of effort?"

Here it is, the investigation.

Jimin shakes his head, "I tried my best, Mr. Choi. The date you gave me isn't that elongate, but I
did what I can."

Mr. Choi hums again in understanding. "I see. Do you think it's worthy?"

Jimin swallows down the sudden urge to throw a punch. "Of course, I do. I worked hard on it." he
tells, voice a bit bitter, but he ignores it.

"Great, then. I'll send you my report as soon as I finish reading it. I'm busy at the moment."

Jimin, in his 3 years of work in this building, never hated his job. He loves it, it's what he does. But
if there's anything he detests about his job, then it's his boss. His old, maddening and off-character
boss. He's cold and short tempered, Jimin loathes it.

But he can't really do anything about it, so he accepted it very long ago.

Jimin nods his head, "Yes, sir."

Mr. Choi places the speech at the side of his desk and goes back to his work. He doesn't glance at
Jimin as he says, "Dismissed."

And Jimin stares in bewilderment. Dismissed? He thinks he's some kind of a king on a throne,
maybe.

Jimin bows again and leaves just like that.

When he's back in the car, it's to a serene and relaxing aroma.

"Where to?" Jongin asks.

Jimin rests his head back on the headrest, and looks at him. "Home?"

Isn't that where they're supposed to be going?

"Boring," Jongin supplies with a smirk. "How about we go and grab breakfast? It looks like you
haven't eaten anything."

Oh. Is Jongin that concentrated on him to know such a random information? The thought warms
his chest. But then another thought passes his brain.

"What about the stalker?" he frowns.

Jongin holds his hand and caresses it gently, "I'll be there for you. As I said, I'm your bodyguard
now."

Jimin chuckles, "Alright then. Breakfast."

Jongin pivots the car and drives them straight to a warm Café where they fill their stomachs to the
brim. Jimin spends most of his time pouting and nagging since Jongin doesn't allow him to pay the
bill.

But they laugh and crack jokes, lifting Jimin's mood in the aspect.

And sure enough, Jimin doesn't feel any kind of danger regardless of his anxiety.

Tuesday comes running. During the past few days, Jimin and Jongin grew even closer—if that's
even possible. But Jimin is happy by the advance of their relationship. They often had breakfast
together. Jimin would invite Jongin to his house when he doesn't feel like going out.

With Jongin he doesn't feel lonely anymore, the dog ain't necessary no more. But Tuesday's here
and Taehyung is on the way.

Jimin stumbles around the apartment, trying to get ready and not forget a thing. He grabs his phone
and tote when his phone vibrates in his hand meaning Taehyung has arrived.
He slips into his loafers and unlocks the front door, before walking out and locking it again.

He spots Taehyung's black sedan the second he's out. He strolls to it; Taehyung flashes him his
boxy smile and Jimin instinctly smiles back.

"Hey, there." Taehyung greets once Jimin is safely seated in the seat next to his. "Can't believe I'm
saying this, but I actually missed you so bad. How could you go a total two— actually three weeks
without seeing me? I'm hurt!"

Jimin smiles at him fondly, "Do you think it'd be too awkward if we hugged in this position?"
Jimin asks.

"Oh, definitely. But fortunately, no one's looking." Taehyung raises a teasing brow.

Jimin bends forwards and wraps his arms around Taehyung's shoulders, pulling him in. Taehyung's
arms wrap around him and Jimin squirms in the position. He groans, "Tae! How did you become
shit at hugging in three weeks?"

Taehyung slaps his lower back lightly, though it stings a bit. "It's because we're in a car, shut up."
he excuses.

Jimin pulls back, sitting properly in his seat.

"Shall we go?" Taehyung asks.

"Actually," Jimin starts, preparing his words. "I was thinking about grabbing breakfast." he
finishes and Taehyung's lips are already parted to spit some complain so he continues, "Hear me
out. I don't think I can take care of a pet right now. Can barely do that for myself. I think I'll
eventually get a pet, but just not now. And if you're worried about me being all alone. Then, don't.
Cause I'm not alone anymore, Tae. I met someone, he's great. A great friend—"

Taehyung interrupts when he hears the last word, "Are you cheating on me?" he questions.

And to his credit, he sounds actually upset.

"I— no!" Jimin tells, "How could I ever? You're my best friend, Tae."

"Your best friend but you're still cheating. You told me you were busy the past weak. Turns out
you're busy with your new friend." Taehyung rolls his eyes.

Jimin isn't sure if he's being playful of serious anymore.

"Tae, you know that's not true! I was working." he sulks. "Jongin just happened so unexpectedly."

"His name is Jongin?" Taehyung asks.

"Yeah. He's really nice. I bet you'd love him."

Taehyung shrugs, "I doubt that. Not after he stole my best friend."

Jimin chuckles, "Just let go of that already."

Taehyung snickers, and it's playful now. "So breakfast? You're gonna have to fill me in about
Jongin. Everything."

"Deal." Jimin answers.

And for a second, Jimin thinks he should tell Taehyung about the stalker. Taehyung is his best
friend; they don't keep secrets.

But then Jongin's words repeat themselves in Jimin's head and he decides not to.

For his and Taehyung's safety.

Jimin enjoys a nice afternoon with Taehyung.

Taehyung drops him back to his apartment, and Jimin stops infront of the door in shock.

Why are the lights on?

He turns his head back, hopeful to see Taehyung, but no one's there.

Jimin inhales a shaky breath, maybe he forgot to turn the lights off before leaving. It's very
possible.

He grabs his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door, walking in as silently as possible. When
he closes the door though, it clicks audibly. Jimin bites his lips in panic.

He turns around, inspecting the place if anyone is in.

He steps out of his loafers and tip toes in.

Only when he's in his bedroom does he see Jungkook sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees and
his head in a palm. His other hand is holding something white, but Jimin's not quiet sure what it is.

"Jungkook?" Jimin says as he scoots closer. "What are you doing here so early?"

It's a surprise for sure. Jungkook is here in the early evening? Wow, impressive.

But Jungkook looks weird, like he's just seen a ghost or something.

Jimin takes Jungkook's arms into his, but Jungkook's doesn't look up at him, keeps staring into the
ground.

"Babe," Jimin calls, attempting to sit on Jungkook's lap but Jungkook stops him by standing up.

Jimin flinches and almost falls down, alarmed by the sudden move.

Jimin grows restless. Okay, this is really bizarre.

He straightens his posture and takes another step closer to Jungkook. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Jungkook's burning gaze finally meets his, and Jimin wishes it didn't.
Because there are tears. Tears and anger and Jimin's not sure what to expect.

Jungkook lifts his arms and opens his deadly clutched fist, showing the item he's holding.

Jimin's blood runs cold.

"What's this?" Jungkook asks. His voice is so hushed and placid, but Jimin's not sure if that's a
good sign.

Jimin gulps—even his throat ran dry.

"Jungkook, that's not—"

"Don't. I'm done. I'm fucking done with your lies." Jungkook spits, but it's still calm.

Jimin's heart aches in his chest.

It's the letters, the stupid letters Jimin found next to his front door.

"Why was it on you desk? Who's is this? That's not your hand writting so don't try to fool me."

"What makes you think I would?"

"It says stop making me miss you and— I'm not sure I read the others right. They can't be right!
For fuck's sakes, who's is this?" Jungkook questions, frustration lacing his voice.

"I don't know."

"Of course you don't. It's not Jongin's. And you've not been picking up time with him. You just
don't know anything."

Jimin's chest hurts at the words. "What are you saying, Jungkook? That I'm cheating? Is that what
you're trying to say?" he yells.

Jungkook snickers. "That's why I'm asking."

"You— you really think I'd do that?"

"Don't act all innocent when you've been sneaking with a stranger doing god knows what."
Jungkook says, but it stays calm with him. "I just wanna know why."

"I didn't cheat," Jimin screams, heart aching. His body goes numb and the tears that stream down
his face are involuntary. "How could you think I'd do that to you? After all we've been through
together."

"Then what is this? Because it tells otherwise."

"Jongin has nothing to do with it!"

Jungkook stares at him in shock. "You're unbelievable." he spits, "You're defending him."

Jimin hates the way this whole scenario is way too familiar. The same situation that occurred when
Maren last visited. It feels like deja vu.

"I don't want any of your pity excuses anymore. I'm spending the night at Yoongi's."

Jungkook throws the papers to the ground and walks out, leaving Jimin in his misery.
And yes. It feels exactly like deja vu. Except that they exchanged positions.

Later that night, when Jimin finally stops tearing up, he crouches next to the papers and takes them
in hand.

It makes sense.

Because there isn't two papers anymore, but three.

He reads the new addition and his tears return instantly.

'Can't wait to have you for myself.'

It's crumbled a bit and there's some dirt on it with a footprint. He immediately knows that he's the
one who stepped on it. Probably when he left to go with Tae.

How could he not notice it?

Instead Jungkook had to pick it up and read it, then find the others on his desk.

Jimin wholeheartedly doesn't blame Jungkook for what he thinks. Because he would've thought the
same.

The only thing he can think about is that Jungkook read that.

He sniffs and shrieks violently as he crawls to the bed to reach his phone.

He grabs it and looks for Taehyung's contacts, calling when he finds it.

He waits patiently, listening to his shaky breathes.

But no one responds.

He tries again and again, but Taehyung doesn't seem to be answering any time soon.

He throws the phone on the bed, holding his head, fingers lacing through his hair.

He takes a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself down.

However, nothing seem to be working. Everything's going wrong. Ever since he knew about the
eyes.

But then he remembers that Jongin exists and he doesn't think twice before he snatches his phone
again.

He finds the contact and calls.

He bites his lips nervously. Please, please respond.

"Hello?"

Jimin inhales a shaky breath in relief. "Jongin!" he calls out. Unfortunately, he sniffs audibly and
it's already obvious he's crying.

"Jimin? You okay?"

Jimin shuts his eyes closed, tasting the salty tears on his lips. "No. No, God. Nothing's okay." he
tells. He hates the way he sounds so weak, so pathetic.

"What's wrong? Should I come over?"

"Please,"

"On my way. Calm down, okay? I'll be right there, Jimin."

Jimin dislikes it. Dislikes the way it calms him down to know that there's someone there for him—
on his side.

But Jimin was always a sucker for attention and affection. The latter more necessary.

Jongin doesn't end the call. He talks to Jimin all the way till he arrives at Jimin's apartment.

Jimin greets him with a hug—it's normal now, they hug a lot.

Jongin is quick to lift his chin with a finger and demand answers.

Jimin stumbles to his bedroom, sliding under the duvet on his bed. Jongin sits on the edge of the
bed next to him, hand not leaving Jimin's.

"Talk."

Jimin's had time to calm down now. He can breathe normally. But he's still afraid he'd sob the
second his lips part. Jimin though, learned long time ago that Jongin doesn't judge.

Jimin doesn't know how to start this. Jongin doesn't have a clue that Jimin has a boyfriend.

But it's time for him to know, he guesses.

"I'm sorry for calling so suddenly. Did I bother you? Were you busy?"

"This isn't about me, Jimin. Now go on, what happened? Why are you drowning in tears?"

"It's just that— I mean, I didn't want to be alone." Jimin tells, "I had an argument with my
boyfriend and he left the house. He— he was so upset, Jongin. I made his upset."

Jongin doesn't seem to be focusing though. His stare is long, unblinking—a bit creepy, too.
"Boyfriend?"

"Y—yeah. You haven't met him yet. He's–"

"You have a boyfriend?"

Jimin shudders. Why does it sound so accusing?

"Did you really think I live here by myself?" Jimin chuckles, trying hardly to soften the mood. He
fails miserably, because Jongin's gaze doesn't falter.

"He lives here?"

"Obviously."

It happens so quickly.

One second, he's trying to lighten an awkward atmosphere, and the next, he's drowning in horror.
It takes him 30 seconds of staring to actually comprehend that what he's seeing is true.

Because it can't be. But it is. The same boots. Even the scratch at the front, on the toes, is there.
The same boots the guy who was following him was wearing.

His tears start welling up in his eyes again, but he shakes them away quickly.

It's betrayal and fear, that's all he feels. But the former comes in bigger package.

He wants to get up and scream at him, ask why and demand answers. But he can't. Because this is
the person that made him feel all the fright the past few weeks, the last person he would've thought
it could be.

He shudders and his hands shake. He quickly hides his arms under his thighs to hide the obvious
terror.

"H—hey, Jongin." Jimin starts, praying not to stutter. Jongin seems to be deep in thought about god
knows what so Jimin continues carefully. "I, um, just remembered I have some work to go over.
Can you please leave me to it?"

Jongin's head shoots up to him and Jimin startles. He bodily flinches, there's no way Jongin didn't
see that.

Jongin's gaze inspects his body from head to toe. "Right." he says, standing up on his feet. "I'll
leave."

Jimin is thankful Jongin doesn't get any closer as he walks away and out of the bedroom.

When Jimin hears the front door clicking, he gets up on his feet immediately. His knees shake a
bit, probably because of the fear, but he forces himself to go on.

It makes sense now. Everything makes sense. How Jongin warned him not to tell anyone, fooling
him into thinking it's for his own safety.

He takes a moment to think about how unbelievably dumb he's been. Was that the plan since the
beginning? To get closer then make Jimin fall for his charms or some kind of fucked up shit.
Because it was working very well.

Funny how he complains about his stalker to his stalker. How could he not realize?

He grabs his phone and restlessly searches for Yoongi's contact. Jungkook wouldn't respond, so
Jimin doesn't bother.

Please. Please.

"Jimin, you shouldn't be calling. Jungkook doesn't wanna speak, I've been trying with him I swear
—"

"So he's there, right? He's there."

"Yeah, Jungkook's here."

"I'm coming right now. Don't tell him, okay?" Jimin requests as he slides his coat on. "This is very
serious and I need to talk to him, Yoongi."

"Okay. Yeah, I guess I can do that. Be quick."

The line goes silent afterwards and Jimin runs like he never did out of his apartment, not caring
about locking it.

He stops the first taxi he sees and slumps into it.

His heart hammers in his chest the whole way to Yoongi's apartment, but Jimin will be strong.
Jungkook needs to know. He doesn't deserve to be left behind in the dark. And Jimin admits it's
something he shamelessly did. He was wrong all the way since the start. Jungkook was right.

When he finally arrives at Yoongi's door, he cracks. Jimin bangs on the door, it squeaks and creaks
under his harsh movements but Jimin doesn't stop.

Hoseok—who lives in with Yoongi and Seokjin—doesn't take long to open the door, a look of
horror on his face.

"Have you finally gone mad—"

Jimin shoves him away and runs in.

"Jungkook," he calls out.

"Fucking— you don't have to kill me to find your beloved boyfriend. He's in the guest room."
Hoseok sighs, "Like where else would he be, goddamn it," he whispers the last part, but Jimin
hears it loud and clear.

Jimin doesn't pay anything any mind as he strolls across the familiar place and to the guest room.
He doesn't knock, just lets himself in sneakily.

Jungkook comes into view and Jimin huffs a deep, nervous breath.

Jungkook gets up on his feet, flabbergasted. "What are you doing here?" his tone is the same he
was using earlier today, and that's enough to make Jimin want to lower his head and cry and beg
for forgiveness.

But instead he runs to him and throws his body onto Jungkook's. Jungkook doesn't resist, wraps his
arms around him on instinct.

"Jimin!" he warns, sounding irritated.

"No, no. I'll speak, okay? You'll listen to me. I'll explain everything. Everything, Jungkook."

"I think you said enough for today." Jungkook says, eyes not looking into Jimin's, and Jimin hates
that.

He cups Jungkook's face and turns it slightly, their gaze meeting.

"I didn't even start yet. Look, I hate myself enough for what I did. But cheating isn't it, kook. I'd
never cheat on you. I love you,"

Jungkook's eyes doesn't leave his, Jimin takes that as a good sign. He slides down from Jungkook's
hold and pushes him back to sit on the bed. Jungkook sits obediently.

"Fine."

That's all Jimin needed to hear. He smiles widely and part his lips, mentally preparing his words.
"I fucked up."

"I know that part already." Jungkook snickers.

"No. You don't know anything. Because I was dumb and didn't tell you." Jimin starts. "But I was
scared," he then adds quietly.

He recognizes the flicker of concern that appears on Jungkook's face and Jimin is quick to realize
how he doesn't deserve such an amazing boyfriend.

"The last three weeks, Jungkook, I was missing you like crazy. I didn't talk a lot about it because I
didn't want to disturb you, but I was so lonely and I needed you so bad. But, you were away all day.
We barely saw each other, somedays I wouldn't even see you at all. It was hell." he takes a deep
breath, mentally preparing for the next part. "Three weeks ago, on a night out with Tae, was the
first time I recognized it."

Jungkook is listening properly now, looking at him expectantly. "Recognized what?"

"Recognized that I was getting followed around and watched. I have a stalker." Jimin drops the
bomb.

Jungkook is quick to interrupt, "Wait, repeat that, I think I got that wrong."

Jimin chuckles sadly, "You heard it right, Jungkook. I have a stalker."

He sees the colours of confusion, concern, and anger all cross Jungkook's face before he says,
"Wait so, these letters—"

"Yes. It's him, the stalker." Jimin confirms, "After that day with Tae, I kept feeling the presence of
someone looking at me everywhere I go. And I was so stupid, because he was near me all the
time." Jimin pauses for a second, steadying his breathing. "I met him on the river,"

"Jongin." Jungkook spits loudly, Jimin thinks he could rip the blanket he's holding in half any
second now.

"He— he did it on purpose. He got close to me. We became good friends. No, not friends. It was
more than that. He was that handsome angel I could lean on whenever I'm lonely or upset, that's
what he was for me. It was all lies!"

"That bastard!" Jungkook scoots closer to Jimin and caresses his hand. "It's okay, I'm here. It's
alright. You can go on."

"He was the first and only person I told. One evening, I left to buy some stuff, and afterwards I got
followed. I saw the guy, he was big and creepy. He followed me all the way till I got trapped in
this corner and he stopped next to me. I only saw his boots before he left. The next day, I told
Jongin. And he told me not to tell anyone. And I did exactly that!"

"Fuck, fuck. How could you keep such a thing from me!"

"He— I only just knew— that Jongin is the guy. I saw his boots, the same ones. I'm sure."

"What makes you so sure?"

"There's a mark on the boots, the same one."

"I really want to be angry, Jimin. And I am. Fucking— how could you keep this— what made you
trust him so easily? Huh, how?"

"He was the only one there, he cared for me. He never hurt me."

"I wanna be all smug and say I told you but, this is serious, Jimin. He could be dangerous."

"Thats exactly what Jongin said when I told him about the stalker." Jimin remembers, a tear
slipping down his cheek.

"Fuck him." Jungkook spits aggressively, then he gets up looking all frustrated. "I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, baby. I wasn't supposed to accuse you of something so— so stupid." he launches forward
and takes Jimin in a comforting embrace. "You're right. I've been away from home for so long. I
don't blame you. Fuck, I wouldn't blame you if you cheated." Jungkook says with an airy chuckle
and Jimin shakes his head against Jungkook's chest. "I've been too distant. Tell me, did he touch
you?"

Jimin shakes his head again, "He didn't do anything, Jungkook. I just found out and came here
running. I don't know if he means any harm, but he scared me— a lot."

"Why was he with you? Like now,"

"I called him. I was upset about what happened between us and, oh god, I'm so fucking stupid. He
was the one I told everything! Whenever I needed company I'd call him. How dense is that?"

Jungkook caresses his hair softly, placing a tender kiss on his temple. "From now on, that's going
to change. I know I've been away for so long, it's this project we're working on. We need one more
week. One week then I'll be able to have all evening and night with you. Is that okay? Can you
wait?"

Jimin listens in complete dumbness. One week? A project? "And why the fuck didn't you say that
earlier? I thought this is your normal schedule! Like, forever."

Jungkook smiles, hiding a laugh. "Sorry. But, of course not. I'm just the assistant, not the boss. I
don't need to stay working twenty-four hours daily."

Jimin hits his chest, faking the anger, "I hate you so much for this, Jeon Jungkook!"

"Love you, too, baby." he says, smiling fondly. "But, hey. We should take this seriously. About the
stalker. First, cut all contact with Jongin—the asshole. And, try not to leave the house, unless it's
something necessary. If you have to leave, call me. Or Tae. If none of us answer then you can go as
far as calling Yoongi. But do not leave alone, Jimin. Okay? You can't. Not yet,"

Jimin nods, "Okay, okay. I won't, don't worry. I'm not that afraid anymore, though. Now that I
know it's Jongin. He's not that bad,"

"You do not know that, Jimin." Jungkook warns.

"Right. Yeah, okay." he nods again. He wraps his arms around Jungkook and asks, "Will you go
back home with me now?" he pouts, "Did you forgive me?"

"Course I did."

Jungkook grabs his coat and keys and they head down together. Seokjin gives them the stink eye
and complains about having prepared the guest room for nothing. They go back home together;
Jimin realizes how much he missed seeing Jungkook driving next to him. It's been a while since
they've been in a car together, Jimin's mostly been with Jongin lately.

When they arrive home, they walk in, hand in hand and head on shoulder, the exact same way they
fall asleep later that night.

Jimin takes a moment to acknowledge how much he misses this.

Jimin blocks Jongin's number the next morning.

His relationship with Jungkook goes back as usual—amazing—if not better.

The week passes by quickly, Jimin busies himself with work and practice for the speech.

His wound from the betrayal slowly heals as the days pass, but he has to admit, it's a big one. The
days he spent with Jongin were magical. He doesn't like thinking about how the smiles were fake
and the relationship wasn't even there. So, he doesn't, he stops himself every time he comes to
think about it.

As the week goes on, he starts counting the hours and seconds till Jungkook will be free and in his
arms.

He feels uneasy though. It's like a feeling is jabbed inside him, telling him that something's not
right. Like a silent warning.

But apart from that, his days are calm and uneventful.

Until the day comes.

He's preparing backstage hurriedly for his speech, waiting for the host—who's talking on stage,
right now—to call his name.

The woman keeps talking a whole heap, and Jimin briefly wonders what's the speech for if the
woman is already doing all the work.

He checks his suit and makeup one last time before his phone vibrates calmly on the counter.

Thinking it's Jungkook or Taehyung, he rushes to the phone excitedly and checks it.

However, he regrets it immediately.

Unknown: 8:49 p.m.

Soon, Jimin-ah.
His heart hammers in his chest, pumping rapidly. Of course, he instantly realizes who that is. Who
else could it be, anyways?

The sweat on his forehead dredge and expand; suddenly he feels too hot. He needs to be out of this
suit. It's all to heavy, he feels like he's drowning, drowning and sinking inside his head as he
overthinks about what this could mean.

"Jimin!"

He turns around, desperate to complain and ask for help.

But the staff member only holds his shoulder and pushes him to a certain direction.

"She's been calling your name for thirty seconds, what are you doing!" the guy explains, frustrated
and exasperated.

Jimin turns around and nods. "O-okay. I'm going, stop," he pushes the guy's hands away from him
harshly; he can't handle any strangers touching him, he just can't.

The guy gives him a confused look before Jimin turns again and walks out, on stage.

The applause and screams are quick to start, and Jimin's heart calms down a bit.

This is familiar. He likes familiar.

He steps to the middle of the stage and bows down.

After a lot of tries, he manages to stick a smile on his face.

The applause grow louder as Jimin stands infront of the microphone.

This part is easy, he practiced this.

And so he starts talking.

He's not even half the way through the speech when the feeling—that he hasn't felt for over two
weeks—comes back slamming into him and freezing his body. His lips automatically stop talking.

His eyes lift up and it's suddenly too much.

It creeps him to hell and back the amount of eyes that are glancing at his body on stage.

He feels small as the people start throwing unreadable looks at him. Then the crowd starts
gossiping. He feels hot again.

His thoughts cut short.

Soon, Jimin-ah.

He hears it with a voice, a familiar one.

And then it's all he can hear.

The words repeat continuously in his brain. His body burns under the suit; he feels his underarms
and back soaking in sweat.

He needs to go home, is all he thinks of.

His hold around the microphone tightens; his next words come out stuttered, "I-It's an honor having
copious amounts of people reading my work. I p-personally thank you all." he cuts his speech
short. He bows down, flinching when the crowd starts clapping heavily.

He stumbles, almost falling down on his knees, as he walks backstage.

As soon as he's in, he rips his blazer away.

He snatches his phone, ignoring all the calls and texts his boss is sending.

He runs down the stairs hurriedly, desperately wanting to be in his home's safety, in between
Jungkook's arms.

All he gains is more sweat as he quickens his pace down the stairs. His breaths start getting heavy
and shaky.

"Hey, Jiminie,"

Jimin's foot-steps come to a halt. Infront of him, down the stairs, stands Jongin tall and hands in his
jeans' pockets.

Jimin's breath stops all together. The confidence is all the more reason to freak Jimin out.

"Long time no see," he smiles darkly and steps forward, one step up the stairs.

Jimin stumbles back, he's sure he looks like a scared cat with the way his eyes are so wide. "S-
stop. Don't get any closer!" Jimin yells, moving backwards.

Jongin's smile drops, but his movements don't stop. "Why not?" he goes another step up.

Jimin's legs start getting wobbly the closer Jongin gets, his fingers shake. He bites his lips hard to
stop them from shivering in fright.

What is Jongin doing here?

Whatever it is, he knows it's nothing ethical, that's the reason he's petrified.

"P-please. Please, stop," Jimin begs. In a normal situation he'd feel ashamed of begging, but now,
his dignity is the last thing he cares about.

He regrets not telling Jungkook to come to the event yesterday.

He's been having a lot of regrets lately.

"Are you afraid of me?" Jongin asks, and Jimin recognizes his expression. It's calm anger. He's
 been unfortunate enough to see that face a couple of times with Jongin.

"Please, I—I need to go home. Stop," Jimin knows those words will do him no good. He also
knows that any person in the right mind would be running up the stairs by now. But he can't. All he
can do is step back and beg, his anxiety allows him to do no more.

"Why? Boyfriend waiting?"

"Y—yes." It's a lie.

Today is Jungkook's last day dealing with that project at work, so he wouldn't be home by now.

"Too bad," Jongin tells with an airy chuckle, Jimin shivers bodily at the sound. "You won't be
going there any time soon."

Jongin leaps forward quickly enough for Jimin to get a whiplash and holds him around the waist.

Then a wet handkerchief is covering his mouth and nose and Jimin blacks out in two seconds.

He still feels the faint touch of fingers on his cheekbones before his senses go numb.

Chapter End Notes

I'm so sad :((((

 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes

Hey y'all. I'm finally back with a new chapter. This chapter will have some really dark
content, like drug use and emotional abuse. Nothing too deep, but I'm warning you. If
you're uncomfortable with any of these, I'd advise you not to read. And as y'all can see,
I decided to extend this fic for now. I didn't want to fit everything in the third chapter,
or else it'd be like really fucking long. So it's 4 chapters for now. I don't know if I'll
extend it again but, uh we'll see. And I hope not lmao.

Do check the tags again, bcz the heavy content will be starting in this chapter.

I know this chapter took too long so I hope it's worth it. Enjoy! Though I have a feeling
y'all will hate me after this chapter

Oh, and smut warning

See the end of the chapter for more notes

It hurts.

He is awake but his eyes refuse to flutter open. Or maybe they're open, he doesn't know. All he
knows is that it hurts and it's dark. Everything is dark.
He tries to lift a hand to hold his head which is thumping loudly, feeling like a hundred needle is
striking him, but he fails miserably. His body feels like a rocky surface, he's not sure if the object
he's touching is his leg or the cold floor.

His senses are numbed; he feels robbed.

With a lot of exerted pressure, his body falls to the other side. He sighs happily, this position is
much more bearable. He doesn't know since when he's been sleeping here, so the change of stance
is much needed.

That's when it hits him, where is he again?

The previous unfortunate events slam back into his memory and his mind automatically goes to
overthinking.

"Jungkook?" his voice is weak and infirm, not that he minds.

If anything, it hurts even more now that he knows he's nowhere near home. He's not sure what to
expect, but he hopes his organs are still in the right amount and are sitting safely inside him.

He hears the creaking sound of a door before everything goes white and he's blinded by the sudden
luminescence.

Foot-steps approach but he can't seem to concentrate, only focusing on his pained body.

He can finally see himself, body sprawled on a huge bed—well, it isn't a floor, after all.

He lifts his head up, supporting his elbows on the mattress. His arms immediately clutch his head,
the pain is too much.

"Finally awake?"

Yeah, whatever, this hurts fifty times more.

He snaps his eyes shut, refusing to face the harsh reality and the person standing infront of him.

"I believe you slept well. You've been out for thirty-two hours."

Shit. Jungkook.

He turns around in a speed of lightning, ignoring how his body screams at him not to move.

Jongin comes into view, he ignores his emotions, the betrayal. Jongin looks casual enough, like
always. Hands in his pocket and a straight face.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" Jimin demands. He's scared, of course he is—he's fucking
kidnapped. But he won't give up without a fight, he can't. "Are you insane? You fucking drugged
me!"

Jongin steps closer and Jimin shuffles back on instinct. He might be dangerous.

"Can you sit up? How do you feel?" Jongin asks, sitting next to him on the bed. His palm rests on
Jimin's back and caresses it lightly, but Jimin immediately jerks backwards, hands held out infront
of him for defence. Jongin raises a brow at that, he doesn't look pleased. "What are you doing?"

"Funny, I could ask you the same thing." Jimin snickers.

"Mind your attitude." Jongin warns, and it only increases Jimin's anger.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Jimin spits, giving his best disgusted look.

"Jimin. Sit up."

Honestly, Jimin wants to. His legs are starting to ache and the position is so uncomfortable, but he
refuses to obey.

"No, thanks. I'm good." Jimin says, rolling his eyes. "And if you're done staring at me— actually
even if you aren't, I need to go home." Jimin tells.

The sudden power engulfs him out of nowhere and he stands up on his feet. His head is still
pounding uncomfortably, but his legs are fortunately fine.

"Sit down." Jongin speaks, and it sounds strained, dangerously low.

"You hurt me enough. I'm done," Jimin tells, not caring to give a glance back as he turns and heads
to the door.

He hopes he didn't.

Because the next second, Jongin shoots up to his feet and Jimin looks back, noticing the noise.

Jongin hurries to him, grabbing his elbow harshly enough that it hurts. He backs Jimin to the wall,
cornering him, then there's lips. Lips and teeth and Jimin's eyes widen in horror they could fall out.

He's kissing another man.

No.

Another man is kissing him.

Jongin seems to take the lack of reaction as a good sign, because next he's nibbling and biting on
Jimin's lower lip.

Jimin allows it to go no further, he shoves Jongin's chest brutally, the man stumbling a few steps
away. Then he's yelling, "What do you think you're doing, you sick fuck!"

Jongin emerges back in again, holding both of his elbows. "Sit your ass down, Jimin." He says, his
grip rough.

"No," Jimin yells. He haven't lost his mind yet to sit with the man that just kissed him and in his
house. "Jungkook's waiting. I'm leaving!" He informs, already going feral, trying to free his hands.

That seems to be it for Jongin; he snaps. He sees a fist flying to him, he quickly shields his face.
But the fist doesn't come, a loud thud is heard next to his head and a small scream escapes Jimin's
lips.

Jimin peeks through his fingers. Jongin looks— shit.

"There's NO Jungkook ANYMORE! Do you hear me?" Jongin's finally shouting, and Jimin
shudders. "it's done. Over." His voice is asserting, demanding.

"W-what do you mean?" Jimin stutters.

He's fearful. He takes a moment to recall the fact that Jongin is the cause of all the fear he lived
through the past month. The Jongin he spent time laughing and cracking jokes with was fake. He
reminds himself that, yeah, he should be scared.

"It means," Jongin pulls him, walking him to the bed and Jimin just follows, feeling hopeless and
weak. "whatever you and that dude shared is done. You're here now, do you get it? In my house.
Everything that's in my house is mine, too."

Jimin shakes his head before Jongin is even done talking, "No. What? Jungkook— he, please, he's
waiting for me. I need to go." he pleads, feeling small and unable.

Jongin pushes him back on the bed, Jimin falls down to a sitting position. "Let me re-phrase that,"
Jongin says. He takes Jimin's legs and lifts them up on the bed, too. Half carrying him, with
apparently zero effort, he places Jimin's back against the head board. Then there are fingers
brushing Jimin's hair away from his face, "you're mine now." Jongin says as if it's nothing, as if
Jimin isn't having a thousand thought per minute because of those words.

Jimin stays silent for a while, processing. But then he's attempting to get up again, thrashing
against Jongin's hold. "No, don't touch me." he breathes, his throat feels dry.

Jongin's arms pin Jimin's above his head, stopping his struggled movements.

"Shh, it's fine. I'll take care of you very well," Jongin admits. It sounds like a promise, a promise
that Jimin will be staying here under Jongin's care. Jimin doesn't want that.

Jimin is quick to part his lips, wanting to throw some complaints, but Jongin stops him by placing
a finger on his lips. "You'll rest here. And I'll go and make you something to eat," He pauses there
before he adds, "Okay, baby?"

Jimin starts thrashing again. The pet name that only Jungkook calls him, why's Jongin calling him
that?

"Stop." Jongin demands, angered, as he adjusts his hold on Jimin's arms. Jimin feels the tears
threatening to fall. He knows there's no hope in trying to escape Jongin's hold anyways, he'd never
be able to. "We'll talk when I'm back. You need to eat first."

Jongin's grip is gone, and Jimin decides to stay still instead of wasting all of his energy.

While Jongin is gone, Jimin takes the time to calm himself down. He's safe. That's all that's
supposed to matter. But there's more. Jungkook matters, his friends and parents. His life, job. He
can't stay here, but he knows Jongin is stronger.

He decides to deal with the situation calmly, knowing it's better to prevent fueling Jongin's anger.

So he sits there, collecting his thoughts and steadying his breathing. When Jongin enters with a tray
in his hands, Jimin's head shoots up and he tries his best to stop thinking about how he might
manage to escape if Jongin is currently busying his hands. He realises though, that life is about
trying.

Jongin only gives him a side glance as he enters and approaches a desk in the far corner.

Jimin gets on his feet quickly, not caring about the consequences at the moment. The door is wide
open infront of him, Jongin is giving him his back; it's a substantial opportunity, and he decides to
take it.
As quietly as possible, he gets up on his feet. The bed creaks under his weight, but Jongin doesn't
seem to notice. Once he's up, he heads to the door, tip toeing.

His eyes don't part away from Jongin's figure, Jimin has no idea what he's doing, maybe sorting the
table out.

"Alright," Jongin announces, Jimin panics.

He quickly steps out, not caring about the noise he's making—Jongin will know, anyways. He runs
out, looking for the front door, but the place seems to be a bit big and it's so unfamiliar, he has no
idea where to go.

He's lost in the corridor when he sees a door, he opens it, only to find the kitchen. It's smelling of
the food Jongin just cooked. He leaves, not wanting to waste irreplaceable time.

He finds the bathroom and the living room in his lost state before his movements come to a halt.

He stands there, agitated. Infront of him is the front door, but leaning against it is an amused
Jongin with a raised brow. Jimin stares at him, gulping when Jongin's eyes scan him up and down
confidently.

"Hope you enjoyed the tour." Jongin says. He then walks to Jimin, who's still terrified and frozen
in his place. "Shall we go eat, now?"

Jimin's lip trembles a bit before he shakes his head lightly, "I— I'm not hungry."

Jongin doesn't seem to care though, because his palm holds Jimin's lower back, pushing.

"Lets go," Jongin asserts and Jimin hears the demand in his voice—it's not a question.

Jimin's feet walk on their own, Jongin guiding him with an arm on his waist—which Jimin doesn't
appreciate.

When they're back in the bedroom, Jongin helps him sit on the chair next to the desk. He stares at
the scrambled eggs in displeasure.

Jongin passes him a fork, "Take this," Jimin takes it, his stomach groans, empty since two days,
but Jimin doesn't feel hungry. Doesn't feel the need to eat.

But Jongin is eyeing him, waiting, so Jimin cuts a small part and stuffs it in his mouth. He keeps
doing that as Jongin eats next to him, hoping Jongin would just swallow the whole thing already.

"Stop nibbling on the egg! Take a big bite!"

Jimin doesn't, he can't. Parting his lips only felt like an accomplishment. But Jongin seems to be
having none of that when a fork tugs on his lips.

"Open up," Jongin requests.

Jimin feels exhausted already, he just wants to fall limbly on the floor and never get up.

But he parts his lips, chewing slowly. When he swallows, his throat feels like it's on fire.

"How do you feel?"

The question hurts. It pains him that the person who hurt him is asking about his well being. What
for?

Jimin only looks down and shakes his head.

"Talk to me," Jongin insists.

"Why am I here?" he decides to ask. Somehow he's not sure how he's supposed to act. He has no
idea what's going on. He's not sure what's next—he's not sure he wants to know, though.

"I thought I already answered that question." Jongin says. He's not even looking at Jimin, it irks
him.

"You did not."

He sees the way Jongin's jaw clenches. Jimin is ready, he's ready to take a fist and get his teeth
knocked out if it means he'll have the answers he needs. But somehow, he knows Jongin won't hurt
him physically.

"Eat, Jimin."

"I don't want to fucking eat. Answer my damn questions!" Jimin snaps.

Jongin's gaze flickers to him. Afraid, yeah, he is. But after all, he can't erase the fact that Jongin
has been there for him before.

He doesn't believe that there is a reason for him to be scared of Jongin. So he puts his fear away.
Bravery is way more situated.

What he's feeling is something that is way beyond fear. It's dejection of knowing he's trapped in a
prevalent place. It's him knowing he's incapable and impotent.

"Are you going to keep me here forever?" he asks, voice loud and raged. He doesn't see a reason
for him to be calm anymore. Not in this situation.

"I can." Jongin replies. And it's the way he shrugs that makes Jimin's heart drop.

He can.

Yeah, he can.

"Will you, though?" Jimin pushes.

"For now all I'm going to say is that this is your new home." Jongin says and Jimin thinks he saw a
small smile there. Does he find this fun? Amusing perhaps?

"But I have my own," Jimin declares, not wanting Jongin to stop speaking.

"I hope you liked your room, mine is right next to yours. Next door. If you need anything, please
don't hesitate." Jongin stands up. He gathers the plates and utensils, placing them on the tray again.

"Are you going to leave me here?" he asks in disbelief.

Jongin lifts the tray, biceps flexing. He turns around and walks away.

Jimin finds this all extremely ridiculous. He clutches Jongin's forearm, the tray almost slips down,
but Jongin's hold tightens around it.
"I can't stay here! This place is boring!" Jimin tells, frustrated and annoyed.

"No one said I'm locking you in your room, Jimin. You have the whole house." with that, he
snatches his arm away and leaves, closing the door after him.

Jimin falls to the bed, feeling hopeless and lost.

He looks around the room. It's a nice place, Jongin really is rich after all. It's crystal clear how he
enjoys a wealthy life. His apartment isn't too big, but it's well fitting. Jimin supposes it contains
two bedrooms, which is more than enough. The furniture is decorative and bewitching, the walls
painted in clean white.

His phone is nowhere in sight, and his pockets are empty.

He can't see any laptops or computers. He's trapped, with no communications with the outer world,
whatsoever.

He wonders what's happening back home, if Jungkook is looking for him. If Taehyung left work
early as soon as he heard Jimin went missing. He wonders if Yoongi showed any emotions, if he
shed any tears. He knows Jungkook cried, Taehyung and Hoseok, too. Seokjin probably tried
taking care of the others. Or maybe none of that happened, maybe everyone is continuing to live
their normal lives. Maybe no one noticed yet. Jungkook could've thought he's spending the night at
Tae's, maybe he didn't bother confirming it.

He shakes his head. He's just tired, assuming things wouldn't recline his nerves.

He realises, drearily, that he does not have the energy or power to do anything today.

There's one window in the room. It's spacious, Jimin finds that he appreciates it's existence in the
room once he opens it. The blow of wind against his skin is relishing, his skin tingles in delight. He
loves the scenery, too. He's so high up from the ground, the building so tall. He guesses there's at
least 20 storeys under him or more.

From the lightning surrounding him, he assumes it's evening already.

Not that he cares. There's nothing he needs to do anyways.

He keeps the window open and walks back to bed. His head doesn't hurt as bad as before, but it still
hurts. That helps him fall asleep again.

When he wakes up, it's dark. Really fucking dark that if it wasn't for the lights coming from outside
the window he'd probably think he's dead.

His head doesn't hurt anymore. But his body is aching in a way that burns his muscles. He
distastefuly recalls how little he's moved around the last two days.

He feels energetic all of a sudden and when he gets up on his feet, his body feels like dead weight.

Looking out of the window, he sees how the place down is too silent, no life. That's how he knows
it's way past 12 am already.

He roams the room two times, trying to spend his frustratingly generous stamina. It's no use
though, and he decides to explore the place outside.

He doesn't think there's a need to be quiet—he's not here to rob the man—but he still tip-toes as he
walks out of his room.

It's still too dark. He hits his toe with some object, hissing softly. Not wanting to break a leg, he
ambles towards the windows. He opens the curtains of two windows, the light enough for him to
be able to use his eyes.

Then he turns around and looks at the now apparent corridor. He knows this place already, he
passed from here while trying to escape earlier. In the corridor, he can see three rooms, he knows
them all but he decides to take a good look this time.

He opens the first one, finding the kitchen. Jimin flicks the light on and looks at it in complete
awe. The place is big. He walks in, observing the well-organized drawers and cabinets. Jongin said
he knows how to cook, and he proved that already, but Jimin didn't take him for an organized
person. The kitchen is modern, defined by the sleek, angular and simple designs. It's a good
kitchen, Jimin decides half-heartedly; it supports proper storage of utensils and all the other things
used in the kitchen.

Why would Jimin care, though? He's no chef.

He turns the lights off and walks out, slowly approaching the other door. When he opens it, he's
met with a contemporary style bathroom which looks like it could cost Jimin's entire existence. It's
glaringly clean, with a small, round white carpet laying on the ground. Jimin stares, bewildered.
Never has he ever entered a bathroom then exited without leaving lakes of water on the ground.
Does Jongin change the carpet everytime he visits the bathroom or something?

The bathroom is half mirrors, he finds them everywhere. Which is kind of creepy—why would
anyone need this much mirrors in a bathroom? Jimin never felt comfortable looking at himself
while naked. But it seems like he'll have to bear it for a while.

Huming in approval, he walks out and closes the door.

He walks to the third door. Jimin is about to open it when he remembers. This room is right next to
Jimin's. Which means it's Jongin's.

Jimin quickly retreats, stepping back and going a different direction. At the end of the corridor, he
finds the living room. And it's so homey. Jimin likes it. The decor, the furnishings. The place looks
extremely snug. The living room is the biggest room so far, with long, beige linen fabric sofas that
take half the space. The television looks like it costs a bunch, too. It's massive and thin, with a flat
screen.

The front door is standing right at the end and Jimin isn't surprised to find it locked, he is
disappointed though.

He roams the place, touching what looks too fancy. He's so engulfed in what he's doing, only now
noticing the almost painful pressure on his bladder.

Jimin hasn't been to the bathroom in what, two days?

He drops the pillow in his hands and dashes across the apartment, aiming to the bathroom. He
snaps the door open and shuts it close after entering, making sure to lock it even in his rushed state.
He runs to the commode, dropping his slacks and boxers. The relief is almost embarrassing. He
also almost feels bad about the puddle of water he leaves on the floor as he washes his hands on
the sink after finishing his business. Once he's done drying his palms with the clean towel, he
opens the door and walks out.
His heart drops to his knees when he sees Jongin leaning against a nearby wall.

Jimin decides it's better to ignore, the man did exactly that when Jimin asked him questions earlier
anyways. He kidnaps then ignores—how fucking camp.

He doesn't seem to have much of a choice though when Jongin looks at him and asks, "Why are
you up?"

Jimin shrugs, "Why are you?"

"Because little Jiminie decided to take a pee so late and disturbed my sleep. Why are you?"

Jimin initially rolls his eyes, "to disturb your sleep."

Jongin doesn't seem affected by the remark, only yawning sleepily. His figure looks so different
like that, with the way his loose shirt is hanging off his shoulder, exposing half his collarbones.
Jimin would've found it endearing, maybe even adorable, if it wasn't for the fact that he knows
who Jongin is and that this alluring man, standing infront of him, is the same man that drugged
him and kidnapped him.

"Want something to eat?" Jongin then asks, stretching his long arms above his head.

Jimin wants to scoff at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. "I'm good."

He feels the dryness of his throat, though. He doesn't mind the emptiness of his stomach, but the
need for water is getting unbearable—he hasn't had a drop for two days.

He hates it, the inkling of having to ask Jongin and depend on him for anything at the moment—he
feels vulnerable. He starts moving his legs, heading to the first door—the kitchen.

He opens the door and flicks the lights on. He looks around then heads towards the fridge. Just as
expected, he finds two big water bottles. Hurriedly, he snatches one and opens the cap, instantly
gulping the thing down.

The relief is immediate, the wetness of the liquid going down his throat is so satisfying. He finds
out he drank half the bottle after putting it back in the fridge.

He closes it and turns around, Jongin leaning against the door and staring him down.

Jimin frowns, "Why are you following me?" he ignores the way his brain gives him the answer.
He's always been following you around.

"You seem to fit well in the place. I'm glad."

Jimin stares back, would Jongin get mad if he asked some really important questions? He finds out
that he doesn't really care. Besides, his pants are getting too annoying to ignore, the wrench on his
waist bothersome.

"Are you planning on letting me sleep with these clothes on? It's really uncomfortable."

Jongin stares back at him sleepily, hair ruffled and eyes almost closed.

"I'll lend you some of my clothes for now. I have stuff I don't use anymore."

Jimin's nose scrunches in distaste. He's imagining a sweaty clothing, unbudging stains of foods and
drinks clinging on it, maybe even torn off parts. The color might be washed away, too. He thinks
it'd smell old and nauseating.

What he receives is something so far away from that.

A neat hoodie is placed in his grasp, paired with sweatpants. They're both black, no surprise there,
Jongin only ever wears black.

Jimin eyes them, analyzing, then looks up at Jongin who's already staring.

Jimin doesn't say anything, he turns around and heads back to his room.

When he puts the sweatpants on, they're big, annoyingly so. He tightens the straps on the waist and
ties it in a compact hold. The leg sleeves are too long, going past his ankles and to his heels. He
folds them up to his calves.

The hoodie sits on another category of big. It's styled to be oversized and on Jimin it's tremendous,
he swims in it. But that's not what catches his attention. It's the smell. The scent of fresh air, a
whiff of pine trees drowning it. It's Dolce and Gabbana, Jimin decides.

When he checks himself in the mirror, he admits, Jongin really is an organized person. If that's his
idea of old clothing, then what does the new look like?

He exists the room, heading to the living room.

But he pauses in the long corridor.

What are you doing?

Jungkook is back home. Taehyung, Yoongi, all the people he loves. The reality hits him like cold
ice. He's been roaming around the place, talking to Jongin, asking him for something to wear.

Jimin sighs in disbelief. He wonders if it's the drug, did it still not decompose?

He's been acting weird lately, thoughts jumbled and untamed.

There's only one thought in mind as he strolls back to the living room: I need to go home.

His feet stomp angrily on the floor as he approaches Jongin's figure.

"You," he calls, voice loud, unwavering. "I'm not a little kid you can control around here. And you
are not going to keep me here, completely clueless. I fucking trusted you!" he lisps the last words,
emotions bubbling again. "You will tell me what I'm doing here. Because I'm not going to stick
around knowing nothing."

Jongin seems to go wholly awake at Jimin's unexpected appearance. He doesn't look mad, to
Jimin's delight. The sorrow of the thought doesn't disappoint though, since when was Jongin a
person who gets mad easily? What happened to caring and trustworthy Jongin?

He never existed, his brain supplies.

Jongin pats the couch he's sitting on, a silent invitation. Jimin, still fuming, walks there and slumps
down, purposely keeping a distance between the both of them.

"You're cute when you're mad." Jongin states. Jimin stares back, unaffected and waiting. "You're
right. You can ask, go on."
Jimin wasn't expecting that, but he relaxes at the confirmation, elated.

His next words come out easily, his uncertainty and indecisiveness, all he's been thinking about
since he woke up, all the inquiries he's wanted answer to.

"Tell me, Jongin. Why were you stalking me?"

Jongin looks like he's been expecting the question. His eyes don't blink; he stares straight into
Jimin's soul, gaze unflagging.

"Do you remember the first time we met, Jimin?"

"By the river, yea—"

"No." Jongin says, looking determined. Jimin stars back at him, confused, waiting for him to
continue. "I wasn't planning on telling you this, but the first time we met, Jimin, was on Hongdae
street."

Jimin's confusion dilate, he shakes his head, uncertain. "Huh?"

"You don't remember, I figured as much. I dropped my wallet and you gave it back. I was wearing
a mask, I don't think you even looked at my face. But I did."

So that's how it all started?

"I saw you. And I don't think I've ever seen a man this beautiful. You completely invaded my
thoughts, even my dreams. I couldn't help but think back to the beautiful blond." Jongin's lips tug
upwards to a small smile. "I thought I'd never see you again, but I guess luck was on my side. I was
walking by near your house when I saw you throwing the trash out. I couldn't help it. The next
morning, I was there, ready to follow."

"You're such a jerk!"

"I liked you the moment I saw you."

Jimin's eyes widen at the confession. How funny, he has no shame.

"I was going to approach you normally and confess. I was going to take you on dates and kiss you
when I drop you back home." he pauses, gaze darkening. "I thought he's your fucking roommate!"
he spits. His tone is harsh, Jimin realizes distastefuly.

"Never told you to assume, Jongin. It was never anyone's fault. It's all yours."

"It's not my fault you had a boyfriend."

"Have."

"he's not your boyfriend anymore."

"it isn't your decision to make." Jimin says in disbelief, are they actually bickering about this?
Jimin's relationship with Jungkook. It has nothing to do with anyone else, he doesn't know why
Jongin can't understand something so simple.

Jimin flinches when Jongin's hand clutches his thigh.

"It is. Because you're mine now."

"You need therapy." Jimin chuckles.

Then Jongin is looking at him in that way again; it's like he's looking at him down, telling him to
know his place.

"You think he likes you?"

Jimin takes a few seconds to understand he's talking about Jungkook. And then he's laughing.

"Are you for real? This is what you want to talk about? Because, yes, Jungkook and I love each
other."

"Then where is he?"

Jimin holds his gaze for a moment, processing. "I don't know. Home?"

"He must be so in love, yeah. For not coming for you—"

"it's not like he knows where I am!"

"He was partying the day you went missing. Celebrating for a successful project at work or some
shit with his coworkers."

Jimin's throat stutters, his expression falling. "He didn't know I went missing by then."

Jongin smirks, and Jimin finds it terrifying. He knows the next words will hurt, he doesn't want to
hear it.

"That's not what I meant, though you've got a point. But why wasn't he home? After a long month
of coming home late, that's what he decides to do when it's over?" Jongin supplies and Jimin's
chest aches. It's like Jongin knows of his insecurities, of disliking being left alone. "How could he
not go back to his beautiful boyfriend when he's finally free?" Jongin asks, rhetorically. Just then,
Jimin realizes Jongin is caressing his cheekbone.

It's not true. Do not believe him. He's lying, Jungkook loves you.

"You're lying." Jimin whispers, staring daggers at the floor, still deep in thought.

"But it makes sense, doesn't it? He just wanted to have fun. Without you—but still."

He's playing with your thoughts.

Jimin always was an overthinker, and he hates everything about it. He doesn't think the simple,
logical way like he should. Instead he thinks of every little possibility. He doesn't think about how
comfortable he'd be wearing sweats, he thinks of how sexy people could see him if he's wearing
jeans. It's always about the others, never about him.

"Tell me, Jimin. Would you do it to him? Party with friends instead of at least checking up on your
partner? Maybe he didn't realize you're gone missing yet." Jongin chuckles mockingly.

Jimin's jaw clenches, his fist tightening it's hold on the fabric of the couch.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Jongin then whispers, leaning closer to Jimin's ear. "Your phone received
zero calls. Not even friends. Not even famil—"

"YOU'RE LYING!" Jimin snaps, getting up on his feet before launching at Jongin and hitting his
chest hardly. "THEY LOVE ME, WHY ARE YOU LYING?!" He's breaking, but he dismisses the
thought, throwing it as far away as he can.

The wetness that flows down his cheek suddenly makes him feel so vulnerable. He doesn't want to
cry, he wants to fight. He wants to prove himself right, that he's not alone. But Jongin's words ring
bright and clear in his mind, and he realizes he has no evidence to rely on. He realizes he has
nothing to confirm that he's right and Jongin's wrong.

He slaps Jongin's chest again roughly but Jongin doesn't seem affected. "YOU'RE WRONG. I
KNOW YOU'RE WRONG." YOU—YOU CAN'T— you can't be right."

It's sudden. The sharp pain on his middle thigh comes out of nowhere, catching him offgaurd. He
hisses in pain and looks down. Through his tears, he sees the needle. He doesn't know where it
came from or when did Jongin grab it. All he knows is the itching pain that stays on the area the
needle was pressed into. He stares back up at Jongin, trying to understand what's going on.

"I'm here. Do you know what that means? I'm all you have, baby. And I'll stay. For as long as you
need and forever. As long as you're mine."

Jimin finds himself slumping against Jongin's chest, falling down, completely broken and torn
apart.

When his eyes snap shut, he's never been so relieved in his life. He just wants to rest.

It feels like he's being left in the dark for too long. He knows he sees the light and darkness, the
days passing by in a quick blur.

He also knows he's sleeping in half of it. He's never felt so weak in his entire life, now lifting a
finger is a mission. He knows a week passed, but that's only cause Jongin told him. It felt like a
day.

His time is so misspent, but it's inevitable. His eyes only ever twich open in the late afternoon,
almost early evening. Jongin feeds him, but it's forceful. He can't remember the last time he felt
hungry, the last time he had an appetite.

He vomits a lot, too. He doubts it's only because of the forceful feeding. He knows it isn't.

He saw it multiple times. Everytime he causes a scene, Jongin injects him again. He's shutting him
up in the worst way possible.

He thinks it's meth, but he's not sure. The side effects say it is, though.

He hates the way he goes pliant under Jongin's fingertips after every dose. He could've never
thought of Jongin as someone who does drugs, but somehow, he's not even surprised anymore.

In his weak state, he spends a lot of time thinking. He bickers with himself a lot, sometimes even in
his dreams.

A part of him is stubborn and keeps guilt tripping him. All of this, it's his fault, he's the one to be
blamed.

But most of the time, he isn't thinking straight, and that's when he sees himself as a survivor. He
escaped a place he never was meant to be in. This is where you belong, Jongin's words ring in his
mind.

He isn't lonely anymore, because he finds out he doesn't need anyone. It's only him and the bed.

And Jongin.

He feeds him.

Forcefully.

It's to keep me alive.

He hurt you.

He loves me.

He drugged you.

He's taking care of me!

By hurting you.

He never intended to hurt me!

He's keeping you locked in this house.

This is where I belong.

The noise rings in the background, alarming him of the approaching footsteps. Jimin doesn't feel
alarmed, instead he's finding himself missing the warmth of finally being with someone.

Jongin leaves a lot. He's at work half the day while Jimin sleeps. Jimin does know that Jongin is
keeping his distance on purpose though, maybe it's to warm him up for spending the rest of their
lives together.

"Up, baby," Jongin says when Jimin finally feels a palm on his hair, caressing it softly. "I got you
lunch, you must be hungry."

Jimin is quick to shake his head, unwilling to cooperate. He turns around and looks at Jongin.
"This isn't a question. You need to eat."

Jimin shakes his head again. "I don't want to."

As always, Jongin doesn't allow anything to go except on his own way. Jimin finds himself
scooped up in Jongin's arms, bridal style. Jimin buries his face in Jongin's chest and whines
desperately, not wanting to get forcefully fed again.

"Please, I don't want to do this, nini." Jimin continues to complain, though he knows it's all to no
avail.

The first time Jimin called Jongin with the nickname he was high off the drug, and somehow, he
continued to call him that. Jongin said he liked it, so Jimin decided it suites him.

"Stop complaining. You know I'm doing this for you." Jongin says as he walks out of the room,
aiming at the living room.

He places Jimin on the soft couch before sitting next to him. Jimin looks at the table next to them
and sees the bags of food, the smell is too noticeable, too.

"I bought you your favorite." Jongin says as he pulls the containers out of the bags. Jimin looks
around, curious.

"Bulgogi." Jimin blurts, uninterested. It really is one of his favorites, but at the sight, his stomach
starts flipping, the nausea dawning. "What day is it?" Jimin decides to ask instead. The date is
something he asks about every few days since he's very incapable of keeping up.

"October first." Jongin replies as he grabs the chopsticks in between his fingers. Jimin is currently
having a breakdown on the couch at the reveal of the date. It's been three weeks since he's gotten
here. No one came for him. Now that he thinks about it, it was rather stupid to think Jungkook will
come and find him the following night of the abduction just like in all these romcoms he used to
watch. "Your birthday is so soon. I'm getting you a present, would you like that?"

Jimin doesn't waste any time thinking about how Jongin knew that.

Jimin usually wouldn't give two fucks about his birthday—or the presents. He usually spends it
with friends and family, and Jungkook mostly—that's all he ever cared about. His parents would
come visit with adorable presents in the morning, then Jungkook would take him to Yoongi's
house, where they spend the evening with all their friends together. They'd eat cake, Seokjin cooks
for them sometimes. The night is the most anticipated part, though. Jungkook takes him home and
runs a shower for the both of them, which is quite useless, because they end up having sex and
getting themselves all filthy. But Jimin adores it all. Jungkook would always be particularly gentle
on those nights; he takes care of Jimin and treats him like a piece of thin, tender glass that would
break any second if he's not careful.

Now, however, he finds out he wants it. He wants a present; he wants to claim something he
deserves and close the gaping hole in his heart. His life has been so lacking, and he'd be more than
pleased to entertain himself by adding a new object to his room.

So he nods, slow and careful. "I want a present."

He's treated with a smile, big and flashy. "Then be a good boy and eat all your food."

Jimin decides that this is way much better than getting food shoved down his throat, so he nods
again, docile and compliant.
Jongin brings a small piece of beef to his lips and Jimin opens willingly. He eats lazily, allowing
Jongin to do all the work.

"I don't want you to bring food with you again," Jimin says, chewing aggressively on the meat. "I
want you to cook for me."

Jongin continues to feed him, a smile tracing his lips. "Is that what you want?"

Jimin hums, "I'd like that."

"Then I'd be pleased to cook for you, baby. What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

The thought of how Jungkook used to always cook for him crosses his mind and his stomach
churns, displeased of anyone else doing the same gesture.

"Kimchi." he answers, choosing randomly.

Jongin falls into a fit of laughter beside him. "Really?" he asks, looking amused. "That's a hard
task, don't you think?"

Jimin's eye gazes behind Jongin's head and his heart pumps loudly in his chest.

The front door is unlocked.

"You can do it. You didn't have a hard time the last time you cooked for me. It was a rather hard
dish." Jimin continues to blabber, mind focused on fixing an escape plan very quick.

"Ah, galbi tang, wasn't it?" Jongin wanders loudly and Jimin nods. Jongin then draws closer,
grabbing a hold of Jimin's knee. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Jiminie."

Jimin stares back at the dark eyes infront of him. He doesn't know what reaction he's supposed to
have at this situation, because if he could, he'd slap Jongin right across the face. But his muscles
aren't capable of that yet.

"If you stay this way I won't need to inject you anymore. I want you like this, nice and calm. We're
happy together, Jimin. We can be happier."

Jimin has to bite his tongue to force the tears back. Jongin is speaking like he isn't the one who
stole all his happiness away, like he isn't the one who picked him right out of heaven and placed
him deep in hell.

Jimin knows what's about to happen when Jongin leans closer, and Jimin feels weak to stop it, so
he waits. Jongin's lips are on his faster than he anticipated, but he takes it. It's gentle; Jongin tasting
like the beef they were just eating and Jimin's sure he's the same. It goes smooth and quick, no
tongue—Jimin's thankful for that.

Jongin leans back with a sigh. "That was better than the first time."

And Jimin finds himself agreeing. Last time Jongin bit him like a fucking dog, it was rough and
sudden and Jimin liked none of it whatsoever.

He still didn't forget about his newfound route of freedom out of the door, and he decides it's time
to make a move.

"Can you please get me a cup of— of juice?" Jimin decides juice would give him more time to
escape than pouring water from the sink ever could. "I'm thirsty."
Jongin is seemingly very happy at the request. "Of course. I'm glad you're willing to drink without
me forcing you. Be right back."

Jimin's eyes don't leave Jongin until he's out of sight, then he springs up on his feet hurriedly and
runs to the door.

Jimin wasn't imagining it, it really is unlocked; Jongin probably forgot to seal it. He tries to be as
discreet as possible, opening the door at hand quietly, but keeping his ears up and alarmed for any
approaches.

When it's finally opened, Jimin breathes out in relief. He doesn't waste any time closing the door
after him, instead he slips out and makes a run for it.

It's a long hallway and Jimin needs to be quick on his feet, which he isn't, thanks to Jongin not
allowing him to breathe without getting a needle four inches deep inside of him. But Jimin knows
this is a serious matter that he has to get himself out of. It's now or never. So Jimin pushes himself
further, going full speed.

He quite literally has no idea where he's going, but stopping feels like surrendering as a victim for
murder, so he keeps going. He turns a few corners before he finds the elevator.

He huffs a breath. He's so frightened, the adrenaline too much, and a tear falls past his eye. If
Jongin gets him, he knows a harsh treatment will be awaiting—he just knows.

He keeps pressing on the button frantically, knowing it doesn't matter how many times he pushes
the button won't summon the elevator but still not pausing. The elevator doors eventually open and
Jimin is quick to hop in. He presses the last button down on the left and embraces himself. It feels
like those horror movies, where the devil will step in right before the doors snap shut, and Jimin
actually believes it'll happen for a second but the sound of the doors slamming on each other is
heard and Jimin sighs again, breathing quickly. He stays guarded though, gawking at the number
of the floors he's passing through on the screen framed on the wall.

The elevator only pauses once he reaches his destined floor and he is finally starting to get relieved
for real.

Once the door opens, the running resumes. He hastens out of the building in a rush, not caring
about anything else but Jungkook and his parents. He's been thinking about his parents a lot lately,
if they know about him going missing, if he'll ever get a chance to see them again

He's on the streets, dashing down and across the empty cars. There is no people around, Jimin's not
sure that's good or bad. Every step feels like he's stepping on sharp glass with the way his feet are
bare.

But that doesn't matter, because now, he can almost see himself wrapped up in Jungkook's arms on
a winter night inside a big, warm blanket as they binge k-dramas.

He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice the footsteps racing after him until he's getting
yanked back by his shirt, slamming into a hard chest.

Jimin grows horrified and he breaks down into tears, desperately wanting to get out of the tight
hold.

Jongin looks raged, and Jimin knows he's not getting out.

"You're in big fucking trouble." Jongin growls, Jimin only breaking down even further, trying to
slip his wrist out of Jongin's grip.

Jongin hisses and haules him into a better position, fluently throwing him onto one shoulder.

Even though he was so energetic a few minutes ago, now he feels drained to the bone and all his
abilities to fight for his freedom are gone with the wind.

When they're back to the apartment, Jongin throws him on the couch. He lands smoothly, though,
not hitting any hard surfaces. Jongin disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes, coming out with
a needle in hand.

Jimin starts to weakly thrash around, kicking his legs out when Jongin gets a hold on his shoulder.

Then it's sinking in his flesh and all Jimin's movements come to halt, surrendering to the feeling.

It's a weird feeling, how he feels like he'd die without getting injected but also not wanting it
anywhere close. He refuses to fall a victim for drug addiction, because he's not, this is forceful. But
the drug still swims in his blood and every day it gets harder to reject the exulting poison.

The next day, he wakes up to a newfound padlock on the front door.

It's a week later that Jimin abandons all hope, it's when he actually breaks apart. He finally
perceives that it's to no use.

Jungkook never left his thoughts, but now, he's starting to believe Jungkook is only part of his past.
A memory—a beautiful memory.

He just knows Jungkook moved on, maybe got a new partner already. Jimin wouldn't blame him,
though the thought helps in breaking his already ruptured heart.

It's not a lie he's depending on Jongin for almost everything right now, and it's not a lie he's getting
used to it. He's starting to see the benefit instead of the misery in living this way, by belonging to
another person. Jimin thinks he was dumb enough when he thought being with Jongin is a bad
idea. Now, he can't see himself living in any other way.

It's fate, what's left is to submit to it.

And Jimin does.

He decides he wants it, wants to be taken care of and protected—it's what he's always wanted.

His eyes flutter open and he groans and turns in discomfort.

He's been wanting to do this for a few days now, but tonight he's determined not to cower back.

So he snatches the blanket away from his body and stands up. He looks at the clock framed on the
wall. Jimin asked Jongin to get it for him, since it was hard to determine the time only by looking
outside the window. He doesn't have a phone, so the clock helps.

It's inching towards 2 am.

Jimin pouts and gets up on wobbly feet. It's been a week since he last got injected, when he tried to
escape. He doesn't know how to feel about that, he knows his body is screaming and calling for
the drug, but while he still can, he does his best to resist.

He strolls to the door and opens it, slipping out and heading towards the next door.

His head rests on the wall tiredly as he knocks on the door, slowly. No one answers at first so
Jimin continues to knock, louder this time.

He hears a groan from the inside before a raspy voice calls out, "Yes?"

Jimin grows ecstatic at Jongin's voice, face morphing into a cheerful expression.

"Nini? Can I come in?" he asks, overjoyed.

"Go away, Jimin." Jongin tells strictly.

Jimin feels the tears already, stinging on his eye.

Jongin is still upset with him, since he tried to run off. He speaks very little to him and Jimin
immediately felt at fault.

He is at fault. How could he even think about leaving Jongin?

The idea starts getting horrifying day by day.

He sniffles and wipes his cheeks shakily.

"Please, I'm s-sorry," he tries. Jongin doesn't answer and Jimin falls down, fully crying. "Nini, I'm
sorry. F-forgive me—" he sits on the ground and embraces himself, knowing fully well he can't
tolerate Jongin being angry with him. Jongin is all he has, he can't have him taken away from him
too.

The shorts he's wearing—which belong to Jongin—start getting soaked with tears, he uses the
sleeves of his sweatshirt to wipe away at his cheek.

He starts panicking, thinking Jongin fell back to sleep and he starts sobbing even more.

Just then, the door starts opening slowly and a messy haired Jongin is standing infront of him.

Jimin looks up, chest rapidly speading up and down as he hiccups the last of his tears. "I'm sorry,
Nini," Jimin goes again, face wet and puffy.

Jongin keeps looking at him down, unfazed.

"What do you want?" he then asks.

His voice isn't friendly and Jimin feels on edge of another breakdown again. "C-can I sleep with
you?" he stutters hesitantly.

Jongin stands still for a long minute, staring back at Jimin with a stern look, then he reaches an arm
down and pulls Jimin up with him, carrying him in between his hands and walking back into the
room. He kicks the door with his leg and saunters to his bed.

Jimin is quick to wrap his arms around Jongin's neck, not wanting to let go.

"Why are you up, baby? It's late."

Jimin smiles at the petname.

"Are you still mad at me?" Jimin asks carefully.

Jongin leans down to place Jimin on the mattress, but Jimin refuses to let go. He chuckles and lays
down first, pulling Jimin on top of him, head on his chest.

"That depends. Will you do it again?" Jongin asks.

Jimin quickly shakes his head on Jongin's chest, totally against the idea. "Never. Never, I
promise." Jimin replies, genuinely petrified.

"Then I'm not mad." Jongin says, his fingers playing with Jimin's blond locks.

"Good," Jimin sighs, a small relieved smile adorning his lips.

"Your birthday is next week, baby." Jongin states and Jimin honestly totally forgot about that.

"Will you still get me a present?" Jimin asks, hopeful.

"Anything you want." Jongin assures, and Jimin feels the faint kiss on the top of his head.

Jimin's eyes widen and he holds his head up, looking straight back at Jongin's eyes. "Anything?"

"Anything."

Jimin goes deep in thought, trying to think of anything he truly wants. He spends half the day
sleeping, mostly because of boredom now that he hasn't been injected for a week or so.

He would ask for a phone, but he knows that will get immediately rejected even though Jongin
claims he'd get him anything. He could ask for a book to read or a notebook to write on. It's been a
while since he last wrote, he does miss it. He wonders if his boss is going to fire him; he's probably
already fired, especially after what he did on the night of the event.

He's about to ask for a notebook when his eye catches on the huge window in the room. He finds
himself missing the outside world; he's been locked in this house for a whole month, it's getting
suffocating.

It's worth a shot.

Jimin gets up into a sitting position and fiddles with Jongin's chest. "There's one thing I want," he
tells.

"Go on, what is it?" Jongin encourages, his palm takes a hold of Jimin's on his chest, stroking it
lightly.

"I want to go out." Jimin utters quickly, his throat tightening in nervousness.

It's isn't as dark, he can see the way Jongin raises an eyebrow.
"Out?"

"L-like, like with you of course! I want you to take me out," Jimin says, but then an idea pops in
his minds and he quickly adds, "on a date." he guesses if it's a date it'll sound more convincing.

"A date you say," Jongin chuckles. "I thought I made it clear that the next time you try to run away
I won't take things easily."

"I don't want to run away!" Jimin is quick to state, "I just want to go out. It's really boring in here.
Please, I won't leave your side." Jimin says, feeling wobbly.

Jongin looks at him like he's trying to read him, and for some reason, Jimin knows he can.

"I'll think about it." Jongin tells and pulls Jimin in again. "Now let's sleep."

Jimin hums in contentment, "Thank you, nini," then he closes his eyes and drifts to dreamland a
few minutes later.

"Stop!" he shrieks, turning the other way around. "Ah, ah, please, kookie!" he pleads in between
giggles, desperately trying to catch his breath.

Jungkook smirks and lays down next to Jimin, "Are you still going?"

"You want me to stay this bad?" Jimin turns to face him as he asks.

"Unless you want me to tickle you again, you can't go," Jungkook places his fingers on Jimin's
waist to prove his threat.

But Jimin holds his hand tightly and smiles, "I'm staying." he assures, kissing Jungkook's other
palm. "You act like you're in love with me, keeping me by your side twenty-four-seven,
unbelievable!"

Jungkook's smirk drops, a serious expression taking place.

Jimin furrows his eyebrows at the sudden tense atmosphere. "Kookie?"

"I am," Jungkook starts, "I am very in love with you." Jungkook confesses and Jimin's heart skips a
beat. "I know we've only been dating for 2 months, but I just can't help but feel like you're the one."

Jimin's eyes widen at the admission.

Jungkook looks quite nervous at his own words, fiddling with Jimin's fingers anxiously.

"I understand if you don't feel the same way. I think I'm taking this too far, I'm sorr—"

Jimin doesn't allow him to continue his foolish words, instead he grabs Jungkook's shirt from the
collar and pulls him in. Their lips smash together in a heated kiss and Jimin is more than happy to
take the lead and slide his tongue in.

Jungkook's palm falls to Jimin's waist on instinct, squeezing every now and then.

"You're so fucking dense, Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin murmurs, almost scolding Jungkook. He licks one
last time at Jungkook's lower lip then leans back. He pouts, "I'm more than in love with you; I'm
completely smitten with you, dummy, totally whipped. I adore you." Jimin admits, giving Jungkook
a shy but confident smile.

Jungkook goes beat red, flushing from head to chest. Jimin has half a mind to check till where
down does the blush reach.

Jungkook stares back at him, "I— you— I mean, are you sure?"

Jimin's smile widens and he gets up, his knees supporting his weight on the bed as he slides one leg
beyond Jungkook and straddles his waist, one leg on each side.

"I'm so very sure," Jimin replies, fluttering his lashes teasingly.

If anything, Jungkook goes a darker shade of red.

Jimin smoothes his palms over Jungkook's shoulders, trying to relax the tense muscles.

They haven't had their first time yet, and Jimin decides he can't wait anymore.

"I'm definitely not going with Taehyung anymore. Wanna spend the day with you," Jimin tells,
bending down and kissing along Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook whimpers.

Arms clutch Jimin's ass cheeks all of a sudden and Jimin is quick to grind back into the touch,
seeking for more.

It seems like that was the wrong move, because Jungkook hisses loudly, his hold on Jimin going
harder.

"S-shit—" Jungkook blurts out.

He looks beautiful like that, Jimin realizes, he wants to make him feel even better.

"Kookie?"

"Hm?"

"Do you want to have sex with me?" Jimin asks, and it's his turn to flush from head to toe this time.

Jungkook stares back up at him then chuckles breathily, "I was never asked this straight forward.
But I'd be more than happy to."

Jimin bites his lip nervously, and Jungkook is quick to flip them over and take the lead to—
Jimin opens his eyes to be greeted by annoying noise coming from the outside. He shifts and twirls
to his other side. The bed is empty beside him, Jongin is not there anymore.

He groans, more than irritated. He takes a moment to think about what just happened. He
remembers that day, it was the first time he and Jungkook made love together. He doesn't want to
think about that right now.

He gets up, cursing himself for dreaming of something so out of his reach at the moment. He
unwraps himself from the blanket and gets on his bare feet, stretching sleepily.

"I know we've only been dating for 2 months, but I just can't help but feel like you're the one."

Jimin chuckles sadly at the stupid statement. The one. Yeah. Only if they could've seen the future
and how lacking of their love it is.

Jimin shakes his head, not wanting to think about anything depressing. He then registers the noise
from outside. It's Jongin, is he speaking to himself?

He strolls to the door and opens it, then walks to the living room, curiously.

Yawning heavily, he steps right infront of an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch, legs spread
comfortably. Jimin yelps, mortified, and stumbles backwards, falling right on his ass cheeks.

The man seems to notice his fall and looks at him before standing up hurriedly, looking genuinely
concerned.

"Shit, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you," the man tells politely before approaching Jimin.

Jimin holds his palms out, still feeling shaken and uncomfortable. "N-no, it's fine—"

The guy doesn't seem to listen though, he kneels infront of Jimin and helps him up, one hand
holding Jimin's and the other on his back.

The man seems to be big and bulky, Jimin's on his feet before he knows it. He didn't even have to
use a muscle, the man practically snatched him up.

Jimin moves far away quickly, he looks around, panicking and searching for Jongin.

He's starts to think he got abandoned and left behind, sensing the tears starting to form on his eyes.

He wipes his sweater paws on his nose, feeling the bubbling sob about to break out from his throat.

The man seems to notice too, because he looks startled out of his brains.

Jimin looks up at him, tears silently flowing down his cheeks.

"Fuck, fuck. Jongin!" the man yells, authentically appalled.

Jongin then steps out of the kitchen. He looks at the man first before his sight catches on Jimin's
and his eyes grow wide.

He hurries to Jimin, engulfing him in a big hug and Jimin finally feels relieved, his sobs breaking
free and arms wrapping around Jongin's waist immediately.

"The fuck did you do, namjoon?" Jimin hears Jongin ask angrily.
"Nothing," the guy, namjoon, replies indifferently. "he got startled I guess, that's all."

"Course he did, have you seen yourself before?" Jongin spits, Namjoon only chuckling faintly.
Jongin brings his attention back to Jimin and caresses his back smoothly. "Hey, baby, it's okay."

Jimin sniffles one last time, wiping his nose and cheeks before looking up at Jongin.

"I thought you left me," Jimin tells, cheeks wet.

"I'd never." he reassures and walks them both to the couch. "Sit down, baby."

Jimin is quick to shake his head, wanting to be held at the moment. "Don't leave me, nini." he
pleads.

Jongin's face softens, he sits down and pulls Jimin next to him.

"Namjoon, get the tray. It's all ready in the kitchen."

Jimin turns his head to look at the man.

He gulps when he finds the man staring right back at him, expression extremely focused for
Jimin's comfort.

Namjoon nods and disappears down the hallway.

Jongin is quick to regain his attention, pressing his fingers into Jimin's thigh and snuggling even
closer. "Don't worry, baby, that was Namjoon. I invited him here, he works at my company."

"Why did you invite him here?"

"You can say he's my friend," Jongin tells, as if that answers everything.

Jimin nods, not wanting to question it any further. Namjoon steps out with a big tray which looks
very heavy in his hands. He places the tray down on the table next to the couch they're sitting on
then takes a seat on the other couch.

"I'm glad you made enough pancakes for three people." Namjoon says, grabbing his plate and
dragging it to his edge. "Dig right in." he smiles, looking straight at Jimin.

Jimin nods hesitantly and reaches for a plate, he holds it on his lap and starts eating compact bites.
His appetite is little to non-existent, however.

Jongin starts eating beside him too, eyeing him every now and then to make sure he's eating. They
eat silently the whole way through, and Jimin has a feeling it's because of his presence. Maybe he
invaded an important meeting, but Jongin doesn't seem angry so Jimin stays relaxed.

After they finish eating—Jimin, nibbling on the same piece—Jongin gets up with the tray in hand
and disappears to the kitchen.

Jimin tries not to grow petrified because of the sitting infront of him; he angles his face away and
stares right at the predator animals displayed on television.

Namjoon seems to be having different plans though.

"So, Jimin, right?" he starts, and he sounds extremely polite. Jimin wants to be angry at himself for
being afraid of him, but he can't help it.
Jimin turns his head to look at the man. He hesitantly nods his head in confirmation.

"I'm sorry for earlier, really didn't mean to freak you out," he says, something close to a smile
adorning his lips.

He's a very fine man, in fact. Handsome and sharp features, and his body is obviously worked hard
for. He's a tall man, maybe the same height as Jongin or a tiny bit shorter, but tall nonetheless. His
hair is dyed in beautiful silver, it's pleasant for the eye.

Jimin shakes his head this time, "No, it's— it's okay. I was only shocked to see a stranger. Sorry
about my reaction."

The smile grows more visible on Namjoon's face and he nods, "It's quite alright—"

Jongin steps out and eyes the both of them, he then approaches Jimin and sits back next to him.

"Baby, go to your room. I have some work to discuss with Namjoon." he requests.

"Okay," Jimin says and stands up. He doesn't bid a fair well to Namjoon, instead he strolls away
out of their eyesight and down the corridor. He grabs a hold of his room's door knob, opening the
door then closing it obviously loud. Then he pivots and walks back close to the living room, but
staying behind the wall of the corridor not to be seen.

"Can't fucking believe you bought him here. Are you out of your fucking mind?" It's Namjoon.
And his voice is so different now, not a tiny bit polite anymore.

"That's none of your business." He hears Jongin say. He seems relaxed, not at all fazed by the
harsh tone Namjoon is using against him.

"Jongin, fuck, you can't bring an innocent being and lock him in here! Did you not think of the
consequences?" Namjoon asks, sounding utterly frustrated.

"There are no consequences. Jimin wants to stay here."

"Did you even give him a damn choice?" he questions sternly. "The boy is acting like you're his
father, the fuck did you do to him? I swear, Jongin, if you used methamphetamine on him—"

"I did."

"What?"

"I will stop. Just want him to stop being a handful, then I'll definitely stop."

"You're a fucking psychopath, that's what you are! This isn't how you treat the people you like,"

Jimin decides he heard enough after that, he steps back and goes to his room.

Some work to discuss.

The door opens quickly this time, right after three knocks.

"Baby," Jongin says, he was sleeping, that's so obvious. "It's 3 am."

"I wanna sleep with you." Jimin tells him, mustering his best sulk.

"What's wrong with your room?"

Jimin's shoulders slump down, afraid of rejection.

"It's— it's so lonely there. And cold. I don't like it, I wanna sleep with you," Jimin murmurs. "I
hate it there."

Jongin wraps his palm around Jimin's wrist and pulls him in, "And why are you pouting?" he asks
as he closes the door.

"Thought you'd say no," Jimin replies.

Like yesterday, Jongin lays him down on bed and joins, wrapping his arms around Jimin securely.

"How could I ever say no to that?" Jongin frowns, "I love sleeping with you, baby,"

Jimin replays the last sentence in his mind, finding it inappropriate although he knows Jongin
doesn't mean it that way.

"Did you think about yesterday?" Jimin remembers to ask.

"Hm?"

"My present. Will you take me out on a date?"

"Oh," Jongin starts, "that."

"Please, nini?"

"Let's not talk about it right now," Jongin declares, he snuggles closer to Jimin, his palm goes
dangerously low, going below his waist. Jimin freezes.

"W-what do you want to talk about?"

"Nothing," Jongin says immediately, "Just wanna hold you and fall asleep."

Jimin starts nodding quickly, "Me too, wanna do that."

Silence looms between them for a while, but Jimin sees the way Jongin is still staring at him.

Jimin plays with Jongin's fingers to hide his nervousness, though that probably only made it more
obvious.

"You have beautiful hands," Jimin whispers. He does like Jongin's hands, they're veiny with tall
fingers and trimmed nails.

He sees Jongin smiling, a familiar smile now—it's fond.

Then he's getting up; he turns the lamp, sitting on the night stand, on. Jimin looks at him, curious.
"What are you—"

He doesn't get to continue his sentence, because Jongin hovers on top of him and licks at his lips.

"And you have beautiful lips," Jongin whispers back, he kisses softly, smoothly asking for
entrance.

Jimin parts his lips.

"Love them. Plump and pink, so pretty."

Jimin flushes. He wraps his arms around Jongin's shoulders, pulling him in. This is their third kiss.
Jimin learned not to hold back anymore. Jongin always gets what he wants, and Jimin doesn't think
this is too bad; he's grateful he has a mindful kidnapper, not someone who'd force and rape him.

He's submitting to his fate, just like he should.

Jongin's leg falls in between Jimin's thighs, one arm holding his waist and the other on Jimin's jaw,
elbows supporting him up.

"You look even prettier like this," Jongin murmurs in between the kiss, "So good under me."

Jimin whines at the praise, legs parting further.

But then he finds himself falling into that tiny rational part left in his mind.

It's all your fault. You asked for his number.

You're a cheater.

Jungkook would be so disappointed.

And he quickly pulls back and away, breaking the kiss. He unwraps his arms from Jongin's
shoulder, placing them on his own chest instead.

"We should sleep." he explains, still out of breath from the heated kiss.

Jongin looks at him, disappointed. But he nods anyways. "We should."

He turns the lamp off and lays back on bed.

"Goodnight, baby."

"Night, nini."

Jimin starts feeling the guilt at rejecting Jongin like that, so he scootes closer and plants his heads
on Jongin's chest, listening to his quickening heart beat and hugging his waist lightly.

They sleep like that that night.

How futile of Jimin to force himself to accept his life now, when he couldn't do that when he was
back home. When Jungkook got busy and distant, Jimin couldn't welcome that fortune like he did
to this nemesis.

Jimin was wild, to the point arguments took place between him and Jungkook.

That was only another proof that him and Jungkook weren't forever.

They dated for two years, almost three, but it was just a part of their lives that didn't matter, a part
that was meant to be forgotten.

Jimin's birthday comes by, he only remembers it's his birthday because Jongin reminded him the
day before. Time passed so quickly, Jimin doesn't know why he feels surprised his blond locks are
turning completely black now, only a small bit of blond is left at the tip of his hairs, the color
becoming natural again.

When his eyes flutter open, it's to soft kisses peppered all over his face. He's been sleeping in
Jongin's room every night now.

Jimin looks at Jongin in surprise, a small smile growing on his lips at the sight of Jongin hovering
on top of him.

"Morning," he murmers, pressing a kiss to Jimin's cheek, "baby," he presses another one on his
forehead. "Happy birthday."

Jimin smiles bigger, a bit shy at the sudden attention.

"Thank you, nini," his voice is low and husky from sleep, that's probably why Jongin chuckles
lightly.

"Get up. We have a busy day." Jongin announces.

"We do?" Jimin asks, confused, "What are we going to do?"

Jongin helps him up, hand supporting his back. "First, we're gonna have to eat breakfast. And only
if you eat it all, we'll be going on a date."

Jimin's lips instantly part into an 'o' at the reveal of the exciting news. Then he launches forward
and embraces Jongin tightly, leaving small kisses on the man's cheeks.

"Thank you," he says, trying his best to sound genuinely thankful.

Jongin lends him a smile before he helps Jimin up on his little feet. When they enter the living
room, his eyes catch on the plates full of food. When they get even closer, he sees the ingredients.
It's quite neat, there are two plates, each with two sandwiches of turkey, cheddar and guacamole.

His excitement doesn't allow his stomach to grumble or complain. He takes Jongin's arm and pulls
him to the couch in a hurry, "C'mon, let's eat!" He states.

Jongin huffs a laugh and gives him a plate which Jimin quickly takes. He grabs one of the
sandwiches and stuffs a big bite inside his mouth.

"Baby," Jongin starts, not sounding pleased, "don't do that, you'll choke." he scolds. "Eat slowly,
alright? We'll go once you finish. No need for a rush."

Jimin's lips tug downwards and he nods slightly. He continues to eat slowly after that.

When they finish devouring their breakfast, they return to Jongin's room and Jimin sulks again.

"Nini," Jimin calls out to catch Jongin's attention.

Jongin is organizing the bed, but he turns around when he hears the call.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I have nothing to wear," Jimin's lips wobble while spelling the words, honestly heartbroken.

Jongin walks to him and pulls him closer, "Hey, it's okay. I'll give you something to wear like
usual. I like it when you wear my clothes, anyways. No need to be upset."

Jimin watches him as he pulls back and opens the door to his closet. He rummages for a while
before he pulls out a black button up.

Jimin grimaces at the sight and shakes his head.

"You don't like it?" Jongin asks.

"I don't want black. Want something different."

"Oh, that's fine." Jongin says. He puts the button up back in place and starts looking again. "My
cousin left a nice dungarees, I think. She's almost your size, so it'll fit perfectly."

Jimin goes eager at the mention of something unique. He waits patiently, and when Jongin pulls
out the clothing, he observes it up and down before he nods his head in approval.

"It's nice." Jimin tells.

"It'll look even nicer on you. Go try it on."

Jongin places the clothing on Jimin's shoulder and ushers him to the door.

Jimin doesn't leave. He simply snatches his shirt off. If Jongin is his boyfriend like he claims to be,
then this is fine, right?

Jongin freezes infront of him and Jimin giggles at the way his eyes check him out from head to toe.

When he's about to slide his pants off, Jongin catches his wrist to stop the movement.
"You're going to kill me." Jongin mutters, and Jimin sees the way his face went a bit red. "Let me
do it." he continues.

When he first came here, Jongin used to help him shower. Jimin would fill the tub and wait inside,
Jongin would only shampoo his hair and wash his upper body. Jongin never did more than that, he
either tells Jimin to finish or he'd simply situate the soap in the water and let's the foam materialize
and wash Jimin while he sits in.

So this is a first.

He walks Jimin back to the bed and let's him sit down comfortably. Jongin kneels down next to the
bed as his fingers catch on the waistband of the shorts, Jimin sees the way he looks up at him, as if
to catch Jimin's reaction, before he slides them down to his thighs.

Jongin takes in a loud breath.

Jimin doesn't take his eyes off him as he continues to drag the clothing down his legs and off. He's
completely bare, except for the boxers. Thankfully, Jongin bought him some underwear, didn't
give him his.

Jongin's eyes turn dark as he checks him out for a long minute before he refocuses and snatches the
dungarees off Jimin's shoulder. He lines the opening of the leg sleeves with Jimin's feet then drags
them up.

"Stand up for me, baby," he requests and Jimin is quick to oblige.

Jimin gets up on his feet and allows Jongin to do the work. Jongin stays kneeling down until he fits
Jimin's legs in, then he stands up and says, "We'll need to give you some shirt under it."

He steps away to the closet and snatches a black and white stripped long-sleeved shirt.

"This would look adorable on you." he assures as he steps back into Jimin's space.

He helps Jimin into the shirt, then drags the dungarees above his ass and to his waist, tucking the
shirt in before securing the straps tightly.

"All done." Jongin announces and steps back to take a better look. Jimin smiling wide. "You look
ravishing."

The word rings some bells in Jimin's brain and he's quick to remember that note Jongin left on his
door about two months ago.

How exceedingly ravishing

Jimin also remembers the other notes, and the way they scared him to hell and back. Now though,
Jimin isn't scared anymore.

As long as he knows his place, he'll be just fine.

He can be happy this way.

He can.

"Okay. Listen to me," Jongin starts, sounding too serious. Jimin frowns and looks back at him. "I'm
taking you out, but you will not leave my hand. We'll stick together, understood?"
Jimin nods, trying to mirror the serious expression.

"Do not try anything either. I haven't injected you for two weeks, we don't want to go back to that,
do we?"

Jimin shakes his head immediately. He really doesn't want that.

"Good. All you have to do is hold my hand then, and you'll be fine."

Jongin takes very few minutes to change, stepping out black from head to toe. He gives those bad
boy vibes.

Jongin takes Jimin's hand before he unlocks the door and they step out.

Jimin breathes. It's been too long since he's been out. The last time he ran off definitely doesn't
count, because he didn't even think about himself finally stepping out of the house, all he had in
mind was to get away as far as possible. But now, he's out because he's allowed to; he's with Jongin
and nothing can ever go wrong. He can breathe the fresh air and inspect his surroundings freely,
Jongin won't stop him from doing so.

They go down by the elevator and out of the building, all while still holding Jongin's hand. The sky
is still a beautiful patch of blue in the morning, and the sun is extremely warm; Jimin shivers at the
texture.

Jimin doesn't think he could ever be happier.

Jimin doesn't leave Jongin's hand in the car. Jongin is engrossed in driving as Jimin inspects the
buildings and roads they're passing by from the window.

Jimin silently hopes they're not going somewhere closed, he got bored of that.

When the car comes to a halt, Jimin takes everything in, gleeful. Then he looks up and at the
place.

"You..." Jimin starts. His chest is heaving quickly and he doesn't want to remember. He just
doesn't want to remember that night. "You took me here,"

"Han river. It's a beautiful place, isn't it? This is where we first talked and officially met." Jongin
supplies, looking at the place with fond eyes.

It's also where Jimin ran off to, after having a heated argument with Jungkook.

"I've always thought this place is magical. You know, that night, I wasn't planning on talking to
you. I was only following you, but you looked so sad. I couldn't help it. I only went with the flow,
this is where our story started." Jongin tells.

He turns around and looks at Jimin.

"We're a match made in heaven." Jongin smiles.

Jimin looks back at him. He only nods, not knowing if that's quite enough but also not knowing
what else to do.

They walk for long minutes, maybe hours, along the river that afternoon. They pay no mind to the
heated weather, they only care about the dazzling view and their hands that are tangled together.
They sit on the bare grass when they're too tired to walk anymore. It's mostly silent, but they share
a few short conversations.

The sun goes down and away, disappearing behind tall buildings.

When they leave it's already 6 pm. Jimin complains, but Jongin insists on getting lunch.

They go on a short drive again, and pause at an unfamiliar restaurant.

"We'll eat in the car." Jongin tells.

Jimin parts his lips in surprise but nods anyways.

"What about our hands?" Jimin asks, finding the situation more important and concerning.

Jongin smiles and kisses the back of Jimin's hand. "We can part away now. Only for a little while,
okay?"

Jimin nods obediently.

"Wait for me. I won't take long, baby,"

"Okay," Jimin says. Jongin throws him one last smile before he opens the door and steps out.

This feels a lot like that day, when they first went out together. Jimin still remembers every detail.
He was completely charmed by Jongin; he was a missing piece of Jimin's life.

It surprised him how well they got along back then, now he knows it was all intentional, so he's not
as surprised.

Jimin wonders how it'd be if they met in a different situation. He wonders what he would be doing
today if he didn't pick up Jongin's wallet. Yet, he's so afraid to know. He's happy like this.

True to his words, Jongin steps back in after a short while with a bag in hand.

Jimin immediately seeks for his hand, the threat ringing bright and clear in his head. Jongin's palm
engulfs Jimin's hand and Jimin is finally at peace.

With his other hand Jimin takes the bag and puts it on his lap.

"Gonna feed you," Jimin tells him, a proud grin displayed on his lips. "Just like the first time."

"I'd like that."

It goes exactly the same, Jongin drives and Jimin feeds him, taking a few bites himself because
Jongin tells him.

It's 9 pm when they arrive back home, they have wasted some time driving around.

Jimin can barely hold his head up when they get out of the car, wanting nothing but to fall in a
deep slumber. Jongin steadies him, not allowing him to trip on his own legs.

Jongin holds him all the way up to their apartment before he closes the door and lays him on the
spacious couch.

"Sleep with me," Jimin murmurs. His hand doesn't leave Jongin's even in the safety of their home.
"We have to wash up first, baby. Don't fall asleep."

"But I'm sleepy," Jimin continues, a pout decorating his face.

Jongin leans down and places a kiss on his forehead, "I'll go in first. Don't sleep, wait for your
turn. Got it?"

"Mmh," Jimin hums, trying his best to stay focused and awake.

His efforts don't pay off, however, because his eyelids snap shut within a few seconds. He's woken
up by Jongin carrying him inside to the bedroom later on.

Jongin doesn't go to Jimin's room, they both know the routine by now, Jimin sleeps with Jongin
every night. He's placed gently on the bed, and when he focuses he finds Jongin trying to tell him
something; he sees his lips pronouncing some words.

"Baby, focus with me," Jongin tries, and he looks so frustrated it could be funny. "Should I undress
you?"

Jimin somehow goes awake at that and he looks up at Jongin and nods. He doesn't have any
problem with that, really. Jongin saw it before.

Jongin gets to work immediately. He unties the straps of the dungarees.

"Hands up," Jongin tells and Jimin obliges, raising his arms straight above his head. Jongin holds
the hem of the shirt and lifts it upwards, struggling at the collar for awhile, but succeeding at the
end.

Jimin giggles.

"Can you stand up?" he hears Jongin ask.

Jimin hums and gets up on his feet. "Not sleepy anymore."

"Is that so? How come? I had to carry you all the way to bed." Jongin says as a conversation starter
as he works. He turns them over, Jongin sitting on the bed while Jimin stands between his legs.

"Don't know. I just don't feel like sleeping no more."

Jongin hums looking up at Jimin, "What do you want to do then?"

Jongin seemingly completely forgot about his undressing mission, instead looking at Jimin with
complete attention to carry on the conversation.

The dungarees start getting heavy on his skin and he grabs a hold of it and snatches it down. Jongin
startles a little at the sudden move, his eyes staring at Jimin's boxers that moved way down
because of the harsh treatment. His boxers now expose a lot of his hips and a little of his ass.

"We should get you something to wear." Jongin says, still staring.

"Don't wanna. S' hot." Jimin excuses, looking at the obvious tent in Jongin's sweats now. "You're
hard."

Jongin only snickers. "Well, excuse me. But my boyfriend is fucking hot."

"You think I'm hot?" Jimin asks, smiling.

Jongin's arms loop around Jimin's hips and draws him in, pulling him on his lap. "The hottest."

Jimin isn't dumb. He knows where this is leading.

He wraps his arms around Jongin's shoulders and leans closer. "It's been awhile since I last had
sex. Maybe three months. I might—"

"I don't need to know about that jerk fucking you!" Jongin sounds genuinely angered, voice harsh.
"The thought alone infuriates me. I hate that he got his dirty hands on you before me. Fucking hate
it."

Again, Jungkook just won't leave him alone. Everytime he thinks he's getting over it, the name
comes up again.

But Jimin nods his head in understanding. "Sorry. I'm just saying I'll need to be prepared well."

"You sure you wanna do this?"

Jimin never thought Jongin would care enough to ask for his opinion, it's a bit bewildering to say
the least. Does he wanna do this, though? He doesn't feel the need to do anything, if he's being
honest. But he knows it'll happen sooner or later; he's stuck with Jongin, his boyfriend in other
words, something sexual is always bound to happen. And, yeah, Jimin wants to get this over with.

"You like me, right?" Jimin asks. Living his life with a person that doesn't like him will only break
him further, so yes, he wants to be liked by Jongin.

"Is that even a question?" Jongin chuckles airily. "I fucking love you, baby. You're my
everything."

"I'm your everything?" Jimin asks, feeling better already.

"You're the most precious thing in my life."

Jimin likes that. He likes Jongin thinking he's the most important person in his life.

"Can you kiss me?" Jimin asks, a bit hesitant.

But Jongin kisses him with no resistance, and so Jimin loses himself.

He's only focusing on Jimin's bottom lip at first, giving him the love and care he needs. But then it
gets heated, he slips his tongue in, Jimin letting him, and starts to explore every inch of his mouth.

"Wanna mark you, make you my own." Jongin practically growls in his mouth. "No one gets to do
this to you. Only me, Jimin. You're mine."

Jimin starts panting, the kiss getting breathy and wet. Jongin's arms tighten around Jimin's hips,
keeping him steady on his lap.

"You're mine. Right, baby? Say it,"

Jimin moans into the kiss, trying to just hum in confirmation instead. But Jongin pinches his bare
thigh and he jolts up. "Y-yours."

"That's right." Jongin says, pulling away and breaking the kiss. His palm grabs Jimin's jaw harshly,
making him whimper in agony. But that doesn't compare to what comes after. It feels like his blood
is getting sucked dry, the teeth grazing his neck in every afflicting way possible. Jimin shudders, a
cry of pain escaping his throat.

"I— Nini— hurts." Jimin wails and shrieks, wanting nothing but to free his neck.

When Jongin pulls back, Jimin freezes. The red liquid on Jongin's lips pause all his notion and
thinking. Jongin bit him open. Suddenly the pain of his neck gets too distracting and he inhales a
wavering breath.

"It's okay, baby. The pain will go away soon." Jongin tells him. He's not at all bothered about what
Jimin is feeling.

"W-why did you do that?" Jimin asks, tears already developing. "I thought you love me." Jimin
says, deeply hurt.

"Of course I do. That's why I did that. I have to mark you, baby, so that no one gets too close."

Jimin doesn't stop to comment on that they live alone and never go out. The excuse does enough to
brighten his mood again.

Jongin wipes his tears and kisses him again. Jimin grows horrified at the taste of his own blood,
but he does no move to stop the kiss. Jongin's palm explores down his body, caressing his tummy
and waist before pinching his ass, but not hardly enough to hurt.

"Gonna fuck you good."

Jimin pants breathlessly again, the fingers on his body too much to ignore.

Jongin's fingers wrap around his boxers' waist band, pulling. Jimin doesn't stop him, so he
continues, dragging the underwear down until his little pink cock springs out, flushed against his
lower abdomen. Jongin's eyes harden, and Jimin squirms under the gaze.

"Look at you," Jongin starts, taking the boxers all the way off but his eyes still not leaving Jimin's
private area. "Think you got a little hard on, baby," he smirks. "Want me to take care of that?"

Jimin nods before he even processes the words, and a finger is instantly on his cock, tracing it's
underside.

Jimin's whole body shivers at the touch, eyelids snaping shut involuntarily. It's been too long since
he's been intimate with anyone, his sensitivity only expected.

The movement stops earlier than expected and then he feels something tugging on his lips. He
opens his eyes and yes, just like expected, it's Jongin's fingers. Jimin looks at the fingers for a
second or two before he looks up at Jongin, asking with his eyes.

Jongin looks amused to say the least.

"Open up. Gotta prep you, don't have any lube."

Jimin gapes at the statement. He's getting prepped with his own saliva. This could really hurt.

But he parts his lips nonetheless, taking in Jongin's middle and pointer finger. Jongin watches him
closely, taking in every detail as Jimin's mouth engulfs his two digits. Jimin takes them out, gives
them a few kitten licks before taking them in again and sucking harshly like his life depends on it.

"Fuck," Jongin cusses, head hanging back. "You're gonna be the death of me." he says before
refocusing on Jimin again.
When he thinks the fingers are coated with enough spit, Jimin removes the fingers out.

"Gonna prep you now," Jongin announces, his other hand sofly caressing his hip bone.

Jimin doesn't know what to do. Should he stay sitting on Jongin's lap, or is he supposed to lay on
the bed? Maybe he should stand—

Jongin answers his question quickly. He takes one of Jimin's legs and puts it beyond his other lap
so that he has a leg on each side. Jongin parts his thighs, spreading Jimin's with him.

Before the saliva on Jongin's fingers gets to dry up, a finger is tugging on Jimin's rim and he
shudders.

This is really happening.

Jimin is starting to feel too exposed with way he's completely naked while Jongin is still
comfortable in his clothes.

He doesn't get to dwell on the thought any longer however, because a finger slips in his hole to the
knuckle and all his thoughts shrink to nothingness.

Jimin gasps at the sudden feeling of having something inside him, hiding his face in Jongin's neck.
The finger starts moving slowly inside him, slackening him.

A second finger joins soon, and Jongin starts scissoring him, loosening him up.

"God, you're so tight," Jongin groans, and Jimin starts getting super aware of the hard cock tugging
on his leg.

When he's loose enough, Jongin slides a third finger—which isn't coated with any lubricant—
inside Jimin and he starts moving them against his walls for further space.

Right when Jimin is about to open his mouth and tell him he's prepped enough, his body jerks
violently, thighs trembling at the feeling of the fingers hitting his prostate.

He heaves, a low moan slipping past his lips. "Nini— ahh, that's enough."

Jongin doesn't listen. His eyes stare right back at Jimin's but his fingers never come to a halt.

He takes his fingers out, and Jimin is about to breathe in relief, when he thrusts them back in,
hitting his prostate in full force.

Jimin practically screams, his back arching at the impact.

"Shi— please—" he doesn't know what he's begging for, the fingers removing any sense of
rationality left in his brain.

"You said you liked my hands, huh," Jongin enunciates, already smirking. "I'm giving you what
you want now, baby. Have them all to yourself."

Jimin moans again, shaking his head and mouthing at Jongin's neck to distract himself from the
immense pleasure—it doesn't work.

He doesn't realize it until he's arching his back further more, and coming right onto Jongin's hand
and sweats.
Jimin inhales shakily, still high off pleasure.

"Fuck, you came untouched."

Jimin looks up at Jongin's dark orbes, taking in the man infront of him.

"Did I— did I do good?" Jimin asks him, seeking for praise.

Jongin looks like he immediately catches on, lips parting a little.

"You were amazing. So beautiful, baby."

Jimin goes pliant under the praise, legs wrapping around Jongin's waist tightly. Jongin gets up on
his feet, only to place Jimin on the bed, laying him on his back.

Then he starts undressing, and Jimin isn't the least ashamed of staring. The shirt comes off first,
and Jimin gapes at the toned muscles, the strong biceps and flexing abs—his chest is also
something. Jimin had abs too, but he lost a lot since he came here, with the weight loss and lack of
movement, now all that's left is a flat tummy. He lost a lot of weight, at least that's what Jongin
said.

When Jongin starts to untie the knot at his waist, Jimin quickly looks away, face flushing. He feels
stupid getting shy all of a sudden, especially after Jongin fingered him so good that he came all
over the man. But it's inevitable. It's been years since he's been with anyone other than—

God, fuck.

Jungkook is gone. He needs to stop going back to step one. Jungkook is probably living a good life
now, maybe with a new partner. It doesn't matter. He hopes he's well, though.

When he opens his eyes, Jongin is standing all the way over the closet, only in boxers now.

Jimin flushes again and looks away.

Jongin comes back eventually, looking at him, amused. "Why are you blushing?"

"It's nothing."

Jongin chuckles lowly, he definitely knows it's because of all the exposed skin. "You look good
like that on my bed. It's like you belong here. Charming."

That doesn't help. If anything, he flushes deeper.

"Look at me, don't close your eyes." Jongin says, and Jimin literally didn't even realize his own
eyes were closed.

Jimin opens his eyes and looks up at the man. Jongin slowly, slowly slides his boxers off, and
Jimin doesn't dare look down.

Jongin laughs and joins him on the bed, hovering over his figure.

"You're acting like a virgin, baby. You sure you're not one?" he asks rhetorically, settling in
between Jimin's legs.

Jimin doesn't answer, busy covering his tomato face on the inside of his elbow.
It's like a switch has been turned, one second Jongin is joking and mocking him, and the other
everything gets too serious and Jimin's arms are getting roughly pinned above his head.

"I said look at me," Jongin tells again, it sounds a lot like a warning. He lowers himself on Jimin,
their dicks touch and Jimin hisses, deeply affected. That's when he makes the mistake of looking
down and he panics. Well, not in a bad way, not a good one either, but Jongin isn't small. Like isn't
small at all.

Jimin doesn't make any move—it's not like he can, anyways— he only just lays there and waits for
Jongin to lead the way.

Jongin's face disappeares under Jimin's neck and the bruise Jongin left earlier starts to ache. Jongin
licks at it, keeping it wet—it helps the pain. Then he goes lower and places a few scattered kisses
on his chest, before focusing on Jimin's nipples. Jimin starts puffing heavy breaths as Jongin starts
to lick and suck at his sensitive bud, his finger circling the other. Jongin's hand tightens around
Jimin's wrists above his head as he starts to squirm and thrash, seeking for more.

His free hand wanders lower and grabs a hold of Jimin's cock, pumping it for a while to make sure
it's still hard enough before he leans back and Jimin feels his legs getting spread wide.

"Damn, baby, so flexible," Jongin says, his eyes catching down and he groans at the sight. "Gonna
fuck you so good."

"Should I spit on your dick? You know, no lube," Jimin teases, a smirk laying low on his lips. He
doesn't know where the sudden bold remark came from, but it doesn't seem bad because Jongin
only smirks back.

A small bottle is raised infront of his eyes and Jimin gasps.

"You lied!"

"Sorry, baby. But you sucking on my fingers was a fucking sight. Was worth it." Jongin says and
Jimin groans.

He watches as Jongin slips himself into a condom and slicks himself up with the bottle of lube.

Jongin slips a finger in, probably to check how loose Jimin is, before a cock is lining up with
Jimin's entrance.

Shit.

Jimin holds his breath for a long second before his back arches spontaneously at the thick length
that enters him. Jongin's arm falls to his hip, holding and caressing the smooth skin.

"N-nini—" Jimin moans out, not sure why or what he's muttering, just doing the first thing his
mind tells him to.

Jongin's thumb keeps softly caressing his hip as he sinks in deeper till he bottoms out. Jongin
groans, eyes snapping shut.

"So tight, baby," he murmurs, already a layer of sweat on his forehead.

Jimin's body starts moving impulsively, his hips rolling and grinding down on the thick cock.

Jimin jolts when it hits his prostate, a whine bubbling up his throat. Jongin seems to lose any found
resistance quickly, his hips thrusting forward and pressing harder on Jimin's prostate.

Jimin's thighs tremble at the abuse, eyes closing uncontrollably.

The cock slowly slides out of him, and Jimin is about to complain, when it thrusts back in full
force.

"P-please—" he begs.

Jongin goes on auto-drive, his hips start charging at an inhumane space and Jimin loses himself.

With his eyes shut, he can only imagine it's Jungkook who's taking care of him right now and
giving him what he needs. The hips roll, and Jimin arches again. Then the cock starts hitting
straight on the prostate continuously, Jungkook seemingly so sure he found it. Lips start ruining his
own and Jimin moans loudly, cherishing every single move.

"Ah- Ju—Jung—" the words die in his throat when lips start nibbling on his nipple. Jimin
shudders, and he finds out his arms are finally free, he doesn't hesitate to lace his fingers through
Jungkook's hair, keeping him close. "More,"

He could be ashamed, but he finds no convincing reason for that, so he moans louder, voice almost
turning to high-pitched screams.

Then there is a hand around his jaw, too rough to be Jungkook's and a loud voice is saying, "Open
your eyes. Eyes on me. Only me."

Jimin falls back to reality, eyes quickly opening and focusing back on Jongin.

The man have become a sweaty mess above him; Jimin can't deny it, he looks hot.

Though he already came once, the second time doesn't take too long either when Jongin wraps a
hand around his cock and jerks him off.

Jimin's breath becomes quicker, the knot in his stomach tighter and then he's spilling all over his
stomach and the sheets.

"Fuck, so pretty," Jongin helps him through his orgasm, his fingers comforting his cheekbones in
small caresses.

It takes a while after that, and a lot of complains from Jimin, but Jongin cums inside him a few
minutes later and he falls limbly onto Jimin's body, both of them slipping into deep slumber in the
position.

The next morning when Jimin wakes up, he's sore all over. Jongin is still sleeping next to him and
Jimin realizes it's still too early since Jongin didn't leave for work yet.
 Jimin snatches the duvet away from him and gets up, yawning sleepily. His eye immediately
catches on the mess they left on the floor, the clothes he was wearing yesterday with Jongin's
scattered all over the place, underwear thrown to somewhere embarrassingly far.

Jimin walks to his boxers and slides them on, staying naked makes him feel uncomfortable. Then
he takes the dungarees in hand and walks to the closet.

He opens the door, it creaks annoyingly under the pressure and Jimin groans, irritated.

He grabs the first clothing hanger he sees infront of his face and puts the dungarees neatly on it.
Jongin is exceptionally neat, Jimin wouldn't want to ruin that.

The dungarees is probably the best piece he wore since he came here, so he'd like to keep it for
later on. He hangs the hanger inside the closet, next to some black suits—everything is black. And
when he's about to turn around and get the shirt to hang it too, his eye catches on a box up, placed
on a shelf. Peaking out of from the box is an object that's too familiar to his sight to ignore.

Jimin shrieks loudly and quickly covers his mouth with the back of his hand. Jongin stirs in his
sleep, but he doesn't wake up.

It's his phone.

Chapter End Notes

Namjoon FINALLY made an appearance, you guys!!! Ahhhh, I love him! :((((
And, I know, I feel very bad, Jongin really doesn't deserve being the bad character in
this.

Some of you probably thought this will only be Jungkook/Jimin relationship, but
Jongin plays an important role too :)

Jungkook didn't make a lot of appearances in this chapter, but I tried my best not to
make you guys miss him

As you can also see, Jimin keeps slipping into subspace. He's feeling insecure most of
the time too. I just feel so sad for my baby.

Anyways, as always, you can leave a comment and I'll be very pleased to read. :) I am
very curious though, what do you guys think of the characters? Especially Jongin and
Jimin?

I'm leaving my twitter account if anyone wants to ask any questions or complains I
wouldn't mind listening to any of em.
 Chapter 4
Chapter Notes

I'm back.
I'm finally done with the last chapterrrrr
Hope you enjoy this.
Love you~

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The first feeling is panic.

He panics hard; Jongin wouldn't like it if he saw Jimin holding his phone. He thinks of nothing
else but fear of the consequences for a whole two weeks.

Soon, though, he starts realizing what it means to have a phone in his hold. His phone. With all the
contacts and numbers of the people he used to love and care for. He could talk to whoever now.
The question is, does he want to?

Does he really want to take that risk, and talk to those he knows he misses?

Would he be able to bear the pain of knowing he can't see them even if he wanted nothing more?

For the last question, the answer is definitely no.

But at the thought of his phone, there's only one face that comes to mind. A person so dear to his
soul; he knows he wants him.

Kim Taehyung, his soulmate.

It's been too long. He shed a lot of tears for his best friend, for the longing and yearning he feels for
him.
He wonders if Taehyung feels the same for him.

Nothing can assure it, so he wants to find out.

If he's bring careful, Jongin won't find out. And it's not like he's trying to run away or anything, he's
only going to talk to his friend.

Today is the day he puts his plan into action. Jongin left for work a few minutes ago.

He hums a soft rhythm as he works his feet to Jongin's closet. The box instantly comes to view
once he opens the closet, just like all the times he did the past two weeks.

On the shelf sits the box. He stands on his tipy toes and grabs it before strolling to sit on the bed.

He isn't afraid. Instead, he's anticipating the moment to have a conversation with Taehyung, but he
can't help but be nervous.

Inside the box, and aside from his phone sits some condoms and lube, which explains why and
how he found his phone two weeks ago.

The phone is all he needs, so he snatches it from the box, his heart beating quickly inside his chest
—from excitement or nervousness, he doesn't know.

He isn't surprised to find it off, with no power, whatsoever. So he takes it to the charger—which
belongs to Jongin—on the nightstand.

He paces across the room impatiently, cracking his knuckles and chewing on his lips.

Five minutes is all he is able to wait before he checks his phone again.

He sighs in relief when it turns on; he had doubted it will work, so this reassures him vastly.

The first thing that he pays attention to when the screen lights up is the charge. It's 7% now.

He types the password, keeping his phone charging all long. When it's finally opened, his ears get
blasted by the notifications he's received all the way since the last time he used his phone.

And his vision is immediately disturbed when the wallpaper of him and Jungkook is all he can
see.

He's glad his status is off, because whatsapp will expose him to every single human being—even
Jongin— if it was on. It would be a disaster if everyone knows he is online and starts freaking out
about it. He silently thanks his past self.

Once he opens whatsapp, though, his heart aches painfully and his vision starts getting blurry at the
sight of all the messages.

Taehyung sent about two hundred messages.

His next breath comes out airy and weak, his fingers start shaking as he presses on his best friend's
contact.

He doesn't want to read all the messages but he catches a whiff of the latest ones.

My soulmate ️ 6:06 am (September 20)

Work doesn't feel as exciting as it used to be

My soulmate ️ 1:25 pm (September 26)

JUST TELL ME SOMETHING YOU SON OF A BITVH

Don't leave me with nothing at all

My soulmate ️ 5:09 pm (October 4)

I don't think I can do this anymore, Jiminie ://

I think I'm losing myself

My soulmate ️ 6:55 am (October 8)

Ive been missing u a lot lately.

You might not believe this, but yoongi cried today

My soulmate ️ 9:01 am (October 11)

remember how wee promised to be there for each other forever?

It was very wrong of us to make that promise, we have a broken promise now.

This hurts.

My soulmate ️ 12:32 am (October 13)

it's your birthday today. Happy birthday, miniee!!

My soulmate ️ 4:43 pm (October 15)

I just know you're alive. You're out there somewhere

He isn't on his feet anymore. Slumped down on the cold floor and spilling tears to no end, he starts
feeling guilty. Taehyung did nothing wrong to deserve this.

And Jimin wants to change his mind; he wants to put his phone back in place and return to sleep.
Because this, this doesn't make him feel good. Now he's holding the pain of his soul mate's with
his, too.

But his fingers find the keyboard against his will.

Me: 3:45 pm

Tae

After typing the word, he turns it off and rests his head in between his palms, his knees supporting
his elbows. He hopes this is the right decision; he doesn't want to regret this, he really doesn't.

He doesn't count, but it's about 4 minutes later that his phone starts abusing his ears with
notifications again.

Wiping his tears, he crawls to his phone, face red and swollen with tears and snot.

My soulmate ️: 3:48 pm

pkeasee

Tell me you're jimihnie

He inhales a shaky breath, his throat dry and abused, hiccuping every now and then.

Me: 3:49 pm

Tae

Please call me

He doesn't get to exhale before his phone starts ringing, and Jimin does hesitate for a second,
thinking. But what has overthinking ever bought him other than trouble? He answers. He guides
his phone to his ear with shaky hands, and immediately hears the loud breaths coming from the
other side of the line.

Neither of them say anything at first, only listening to each other breathing for a long minute.

"Tae?" Jimin starts, voice blending with a choked sob.

Taehyung takes his time, and Jimin almost thinks he won't answer before he hears the comforting
voice he grew to love.

"It's really you." with the words comes a loud shriek. But Jimin knew he was crying even from
before that.

"I'm so sorry!" Jimin tells, tears streaming down his face. It feels so hot, like his body is burning
under the layers of thin clothing. "I'm sorry, Tae! I—"

He couldn't continue. Instead he sobs into the phone, and Taehyung listens.

"Where are you, Jimin?" This time Taehyung's voice is strong and deep. "Where the fuck are you?"
he yells, and Jimin doesn't have it in him to move the phone away from how loud it is. He listens,
feeling blissed at finally hearing his friend's voice.

"I'm alright, Tae. Don't worry," he whispers.

"You're alright?" the words are loud, harsh. "Well that's great, but we are not! Fuck you, where are
you? None of us are alright. But it's great to know you are." he says, the words sounding sarcastic.
"You have any idea how it feels to wake up everyday and not know if your best friend is alive or
not? How it is to go to work and feel so mentally and physically drained?"

The words don't help, they're only hiking Jimin's emotional disturbance. "Tae, please—"

"DON'T! You don't have a fucking clue of what we've been through, how hard we tried to find
you. So, no, don't fucking tell me not to worry."

Jimin is now fully crying, whimpering and shrieking.

"You'll explain everything. And I'll listen. Go ahead."

"There's nothing to explain!" Jimin shouts between his cries.

"Jimin," Taehyung calls out, his voice no longer loud and harsh. "We're best friends. We don't keep
secrets. You can talk, Jiminie. I'll help you."

"I don't need any help. I'm fine."

"Okay." Taehyung says with a deep sigh following, sounding frustrated. "Okay, you're fine. Just
tell me what happened to you. Why aren't you home? Jungkook thinks you got kidnappe—"

After hearing that name, he quickly interrupts.

"I'm— uh, I'm home, Tae. My boyfriend's."

"Boyfriend's? You mean Jungkook?"

Jimin sighs loudly. "Jongin's. His name is Jongin."

"What the fuck— and Jungkook? I mean, he didn't say you broke up!"
Jimin hums softly, "yeah, he doesn't know."

"The— what? So he was right then. You did get kidnapped. He mentioned Jongin. Hey, isn't he
the same guy you told me about?"

"I guess so, yes."

"Okay. Okay, listen. This isn't so hard. You just need to tell me where you are, alright? We'll come
and get y—"

"No!" Jimin yells before Taehyung is even done talking.

"No?" his voice sounds strained, like he's doing his best not to break down into messy sobs again.

"No, I'm fine. I only called to tell you I'm alright." he tells. "And cause I miss you."

The sob finally breaks free from Taehyung's throat; Jimin listens to it with a shattered heart. "This
will completely break Jungkook, Jimin. You have no idea how he's been. Why didn't you call
earlier?"

"I'm not allowed to use my phone, Tae. Nini would be so mad!"

"Nini?" Taehyung repeats, questioning.

"Jongin." Jimin corrects.

"He's not allowing you to use a phone? The fuck. It's your phone— Jimin, I don't like him. He's
dangerous. Please, you shouldn't stay there. Just tell me where you are, I'll help. Jim—"

Jimin hangs up.

It didn't help one bit. Talking to Taehyung made him feel worse. His emotions are all over the
place the next two days. It's guilt, longing, and frustration all mixed together.

He thought it'd make him better. Talking to Taehyung was supposed to make him feel some
contentment and happiness, so why didn't it?

It's complete melancholy.

Nowadays, he's been pitying himself for being so hopeless and weak. He can't figure himself out
anymore. It's in situations like these that he wishes he studied some psychology at some point in
life.

His phone is staying in its place on the shelf, untouched since he last talked to Taehyung. He
doesn't want to touch it again. What did it get him but complete misery?
Jongin was right. He shouldn't do things he's not allowed to do. He understands why Jongin would
be mad if he knew; he doesn't blame him anymore. By now, he should stop fooling around and just
follow Jongin's lead. Jongin always knows what to do.

The harsh sound of a door slamming shut from the outside is heard, meaning Jongin is back home.

Jimin stands up from the bed he's been sitting and overthinking on, and walks outside.

"Nini, you home?" Jimin calls out, approaching the living room.

No one replies, so he walks faster.

Jongin is slumped on the couch in the living room, his arm covering his forehead, legs spread and
hanging loosely on the armrest.

Jimin squint his eyes at him, trying to detect the mood he's in after work.

"You good?"

Jongin doesn't reply, only removes his arm away from his face to side glance at Jimin.

Jimin's eyes widen at him. Jongin looks especially bothered, angered even.

The first thing Jimin thinks of is the phone. Is it possible he found out? Because if he did, then
Jimin is in real deep trouble.

But then again, he didn't see Jongin use his phone. Jimin spends the whole day at home, with
Jongin. And he doesn't think Jongin knows his phone's password. For some reason though, he
knows a simple password wouldn't stand in Jongin's way.

"I— um, what's wrong?"

Jongin stands up and walks towards him. Jimin is about to step backwards, troubled and afraid of
Jongin's intentions. But Jongin steps past him and walks inside, to some room, not bothering to
give him another glance.

The relief of not getting any scrap of Jongin's anger on him is there. But it only lasts for a small
second. What comes in a bigger fragment is the heartbreak of being completely ignored and
disregarded.

Jimin turns on his heels and follows after him, worried as he takes the familiar steps back to
Jongin's bedroom.

Jongin starts undressing as soon as he's in his room, throwing his suit jacket on the bed first. Jimin
watches him, not knowing if it'd be okay to speak now.

Jongin seems to be in a bad mood.

"Did— did I do anything to upset you?" he carefully asks, his heart hammering inside his chest.

Jongin ignores again while unbuttoning his shirt, his jaw clenched so tight it must hurt. He takes
the shirt off, throwing it to the bed as well before he grabs a sweater from the closet and fits
himself into it.

Jimin starts getting uneasy.

"Are you mad at me— I'm sorry, please don't be mad," Jimin says, desperately. It's an ugly feeling,
being so pathetic because he can't tolerate having his boyfriend's attention away from him.

Jongin can move on anytime; he could find someone better and just leave.

And it's the confusion that gets him, of being stuck within all these unexplainable thoughts and
emotions feeling like he'd never find a way out. It's suffocating, and crying is all he can do.

It's him stuck in his head first, thinking of nothing and everything at all. Then the weather changes,
his insides burn and a layer of sweat materializes on his patchy skin. The tears happen alone,
without any interference; they stream down his face without his permission or ounce of admission.

And Jimin just hates himself right now more than ever. He never felt this vulnerable before; he
loathes every part of it.

By the time he focuses back into reality, Jongin has finished getting dressed and is seated on the
large bed comfortably. He's looking at him, but Jimin can't read the look.

"Come here, Jimin."

It's a command, harsh and bitter. Jimin's back straighten on itself as he walks closer to the bed.

"What did I do?" Jimin asks, nervously fiddling with his fingers. He sits next to Jongin and looks
at him.

A few seconds of silence.

"You know, Jimin. You only ever felt my presence back when I used to follow you because I
wanted you to." Jongin starts, bringing a subject Jimin didn't think Jongin would ever care to
discuss. "I allowed you to feel me. That's why you knew."

Jimin doesn't really understand why he's saying that right now, so he only nods.

"You understand that, right? You understand that you're mine."

Jimin nods again, quick and eager. "Yes."

"You won't disobey me, will you?"

Is this a trap? Is Jimin supposed to say he'd never disobey then Jongin will surprise him by saying
he knows what he's done with his phone?

That's possible, but the only right answer is what Jongin wants to hear right now.

"Never." Jimin says.

Jongin's palm falls on Jimin's thigh, caressing it in small patterns. "I'm sorry. Namjoon played with
my mind. It's okay, baby. No need to be afraid."

Namjoon?

But Jimin sighs in relief. "So you're not mad?"

"I'm not." Jongin assures.

Jimin nods. From inside, the relief is unexplainable, but he doesn't allow it to show on his face.
"One day, Jimin. One day I'll marry you, baby. We'll be together forever."

His heart beats quicken.

He's supposed to like that, supposed to be happy and relieved at the thought of being with Jongin
forever. But somehow, it doesn't make him feel the comfort he thought he'd feel.

In his past days, he always imagined how his partner would look like, feel like. He used to dream
about his future with a husband he loves.

When he grew up and became an adult, though, he came to know it isn't as easy. Gay marriages are
normally looked down upon. That alone wiped the idea of marriage out of his mind.

Jongin's other palm is suddenly cupping his cheeks softly, turning his face to face him.

There is no hesitation anymore, Jongin can take what he wants whenever he wishes to. He leans
down and kisses Jimin like he owns him, before he mutters a small, "love you."

Jongin fucks him that night, hard and harsh like he's trying to prove his point of ownership on
Jimin.

Jimin takes it with a shut mouth.

Feelings and emotions have always been a tough topic for Jimin to decipher. It has always been
weird, how in a moment he can genuinely laugh his heart out, but in the next he's having a
complete breakdown, all tears, wanting nothing but to stay alone.

Since he's been a child, he's always wondered if it's possible for the darkness to eat him alive as he
sits heartbroken in the middle of the void.

It never mattered where, all that mattered was that he needed a dark place. A place where he can
cry his eyes out with no one to see, not even him, away from all of the curious eyes.

He doesn't like looking at himself when he's emotional, it makes him feel awfully defeated.
Pathetic is a word he's familiar with, since childhood.

Kids are almost always honest. And the kids in his school weren't any different.

At the age of seven the comments were still light, what was worst is the feeling of being an out
cast. Of not fitting in.

He's crying already.

Like a baby

At the age of twelve, things got a bit harsher for him. The kids around him were growing up,
maturing. He, on the other side, barely grew a few inches taller. His height was a serious problem
when he was kid.

Still a child, Jimin-ssi

It didn't bother him all that much until he hit the age of fourteen. Puberty took too long to hit his
doors, but it came. He grew taller, but it wasn't that much.

His eyes started lingering around. And across the days, he started finding himself.

At fourteen he started exploring his insecurities. He was a child, small and scared of the world,
when he found out girls didn't affect him. Not emotionally nor sexualy.

At fifteen, he decided he hated himself.

He's gay

Pathetic.

He was eighteen when he found himself smiling at a younger boy who ran into him and crashed
down. Dark brown eyes, innocent and afraid.

Jimin saw himself in him, so he did exactly what he's always wished other people would do to him.

He helped the boy stand on his feet again.

Jimin can't help but feel uneasy.

Jongin came back home with Namjoon today. And though the guy never did anything to hurt him,
Jimin finds himself resenting the idea of spending any time with the stranger.

Jimin is with Jongin in their room, trying to convince the latter not to leave him alone.

Jongin sighs, loud and frustrated. But Jimin doesn't have it in himself to feel bad.

"Please!" Jimin repeats.

Jongin ignores, snatching his coat from the hanger. "Jimin, I don't want to argue over this. I'll be
back in a few. Namjoon is fine, he's fine. He'll just stay over here until I finish some business,
alright? Then I'll come back and shower you with kisses and cuddles." Jongin isn't exactly giving
him any attention as he talks, only slipping into his coat as he checks himself in the mirror.

Jimin doesn't mind. He just doesn't want to stay here with Namjoon.

"Then take me with you."

Jongin's movements come to a halt; he turns around calmly, so calmly it looks like it's in slow
motion.

He raises a brow, "You know I can't do that." he says firmly.

Jimin knows he can't, but it was worth a shot.

"Why is he staying here? Can't you take him with you?" Jimin asks instead.

"He'll be waiting here till I finish my undone work. When I'm finished, he'll be accompanying me
outside. For work."

It doesn't make any sense. It sounds like an excuse than anything else.

"Doesn't he have his own house?" Jimin fires back.

"Jimin." Jongin warns sternly, giving him a dangerous look.

Jimin gets it. He lowers his gaze down to the hard floor. It can't be that bad, he'll just stay in his
room while Jongin's out.

"Namjoon is trustworthy, baby," Comes Jongin's voice, much softer this time. His footsteps echo
closer until there's a hand on Jimin's jaw. "You're safe with him. Want you to sit with him, keep as
much space as you want between the two of you if it'll make you comfortable, but just be there. Be
a good host, yeah?" he ends it with a smile before he dips forward and presses his lips to Jimin's.

When he steps backwards, Jimin nods slowly.

He's not convinced yet, doesn't want to—doesn't have a reason to—trust Namjoon yet.

"Good." Jongin says approvingly. "I won't take long. Two hours maximum."

Jimin ignores the way his brain seems to be feeding him useless information, how two hours are
more than enough for Namjoon to stuff a gun in his mouth and send him straight to hell.

But where would the gun come from. He needs to keep his wild imagination at bay.

Jongin ckecks his pockets and wallet, before kissing Jimin on the cheek one last time and heading
for the door. Jimin trails after him, staying close.

Namjoon is sitting on the couch he was sitting on when Jimin first met him. He gets up on his feet
quickly when he sees them though, his eyes immediately catching on Jimin.

"Hey, Jimin." he greets, polite just as Jimin remembers.

"Hi." Jimin replies briefly, not caring about how dry it sounds.

Jongin doesn't seem to care, chuckling lightly as he strolls to stand infront of Namjoon.

"Take care of him, Namjoon. I prepared you something to eat, so don't you dare try cooking
anything." Jongin says, and though the words could be mistaken for playful, they're anything but.
It's an actual threat. "make sure Jimin finishes all his food." with that, he whispers something else.
Jimin doesn't catch it, it's obvious he isn't supposed to, anyways.

Namjoon gives a small nod. Jongin then walks himself to the front door, slips into his shoes,
before exiting the now awkwardly silent apartment.
Namjoon clears his throat, gaining Jimin's attention. Jimin looks at him with a displeased frown
and turns around, heading back to Jongin's room.

"Wait!" Namjoon all but shouts. "Wait," he repeats again.

Jimin stops in his track and turns around. "Yes?" he asks, tone too low compared to the one
Namjoon used.

"You heard him," Namjoon begins, hands held out and gesturing briefly to the front door. "We
have to eat our breakfast."

Jimin feels nothing but discomfort at having a speech with someone he knows nothing about.

"I'm not hungry." he admits, attempting to turn around again.

Namjoon beats him to it with a low laugh. "I know. But I don't have a death wish, so I have to
make sure you eat."

Jimin huffs silently. "I'll eat in my room then. You can go ahead and start." he announces and turns
around again.

He takes two steps forward before a big arm clutches his bicep tightly, too tightly his whole body
stills. He flinches back quickly, unnerved at having someone else's arms on him.

"W-what are you doing?" Jimin stutters. He is quick to notice the underlying danger at being in
Namjoon's presence.

Namjoon's palm is still wrapped around his bicep, and Jimin gulps at the intrusion.

Namjoon seems to notice his discomposure, because he masks a civil smile on his face. "Let's eat
together. I wanna talk to you."

Jimin is shaking his head before Namjoon is done talking. "I— I want to sleep." he declares, and
he's well aware of how unthreatening he sounds.

Namjoon's eyes catch on something just then, gaze darkening dangerously at Jimin's neck. Jimin
glances down at himself, instantly finding what caught Namjoon's attention.

His collarbones are still littered with Jongin's harsh marks, hickeys and teeth stains, some hard
enough they drew blood.

Jimin grabs his shirt and holds it higher against his chest, hiding himself.

"Let's eat." Namjoon says, voice eerily low.

Jimin just stands there, not agreeing, but not disapproving either. With his hands still hiding his
collarbone, he stumbled to the spacious couch and takes a seat. Namjoon goes to the kitchen to
grab their breakfast.

Jimin closes his eyes, utter humiliation and shame pulsing through his veins.

"This is unfortunate," Namjoon begins, a tray in hands as he approaches Jimin. "pancakes again."

Jimin keeps his eyes fixed on the floor, simply not wanting to have any eye contact with the other.

He hears a deep sigh before the footsteps get closer and the tray is placed on the table. Then
Namjoon says, "What did Jongin tell you about me?"

He glances up at that, taking Namjoon's tall height in. "Nothing. Just that you're both friends. And
that you're trustworthy." he spills.

Namjoon chuckles mockingly. "Trustworthy?" he continues to laugh, and Jimin can't help but feel
awkward. "sorry. But that was a lie."

Jimin's heart skips a beat, terrified at the meaning behind Namjoon's words.

"I mean, he doesn't trust me." Namjoon smiles, most probably registering Jimin's agitation. "it's no
secret. But we're not friends, not at all. I'm actually very surprised he allowed me to stay with his
boyfriend." he states, smile widening. "he cares a lot about you, so yeah, I am stunned."

"oh." Jimin only says, confused, but not really caring. "May I ask you a question?" he asks instead.

Namjoon looks especially surprised at Jimin's request. "of course!" he encourages enthusiastically.
"You can ask me anything, Jimin."

"Just wanted to know what Jongin told you before he left," Jimin says, looking at Namjoon
expectantly.

Namjoon is quick to start laughing; he laughs a lot, Jimin notices distastefully.

"What's so funny?" he asks. He doesn't even try to hide how disturbed he is by the amount of times
Namjoon cackled next to him.

"He told me he'll feed my bones to the dogs if I touched you." he tells cheekily, not ashamed the
least.

A laugh bubbles out of Jimin's throat before he can try to stop it.

"Yeah, this is much better. Laughing suits you." Namjoon says, smiling himself. "Let's eat, shall
we?" he sits next to Jimin and reaches for the nearest plate. "God knows I'm starving," he tells,
munching on his first bite.

Jimin tries not to smile and fails before grabbing his own plate.

Filling his mouth with a small portion he asks, "So, what is it that you wanted to talk about,
Namjoon-ssi?" Honestly Jimin isn't really expecting much. He and Namjoon have nothing to
discuss, they barely exchanged a few words.

Namjoon takes his time, munching on a few other bites as he flips through the channels on
television. The volume from the said device starts echoing loudly in the background. Jimin looks
at him as he eats, waiting patiently. Judging from the mood Namjoon's in, it's nothing serious.

"I know everything, Jimin." Namjoon finally says.

The mood shifts, atmosphere grows tense and Jimin freezes, mouth opened mid chew.

"Huh?"

"I know everything," Namjoon repeats, slower this time as he inspects Jimin's face. "I might not be
Jongin's friend, but I'm the closest to him when it comes to relationships."

"Okay," Jimin murmurs quietly, like he's coaching himself on his words. "That's good?" he didn't
intend to make it sound like a question, but it came out that way anyway.

"I know you're here against your will, Jimin."

The sound of his fork clattering to the hard floor deafens his ears, and the noise only cultivates his
panic. "Sorry," he mutters as he shakily reaches for the fallen object.

"No need to panic, Jimin. I'm not telling you this to freak you out. Neither am I saying this to show
you how scary I am."

Jimin returns into his proper sitting position, fiddling with his fingers on his laps. He nods, "Why
are you saying this then?"

"Because I want to help you." Namjoon answers shortly.

Jimin raises his brows in a frustrated manner. "Help me with what?" he questions.

"Escaping."

Jimin's eyes blow wide, a loud shriek escaping his lips.

Namjoon startles at his reaction next to him, almost jumping on the couch.

"Are you out of your mind?" Jimin hisses, voice too low as if someone would hear, but threatening
nonetheless. "Jongin would go mad if he heard you!"

Namjoon cackles, "He's already mad." he tells, and though he's laughing, his voice holds utmost
seriosity. "He kidnapped you, Jimin," he shifts on the couch, putting a leg over the other as he
continues, "Well, after he stalked you for months, that is."

Jimin's brows furrow at the statement, "Months?"

Namjoon answers him with a hum.

"Wait, what do you mean months? I thought it was only a month or so?"

"Four months." Namjoon sighs. "That's how long he's been going after you before he brought you
here."

It then rings.

”You know, Jimin. You only ever felt my presence back when I used to follow you because I wanted
you to.”

”I allowed you to feel me. That's why you knew.”

So four months of his life were invaded and put under monitoring. All the times he left the house,
spent his day working in calm areas, even meeting with the people who he loves. All those times
were intruded by an outsider. Without any permission.

Jimin nods in understanding, trying to hide his emotions.

"So I want to help you."

"It won't work, Namjoon-ssi." Jimin tells. It's one of these moments, where his emotions are killing
him inside but on the outside his straight face is on. It's when he begs to just be left alone.
"Its not that hard. I can get you out while—"

"It won't work." Jimin repeats sternly. "He'll know. And when he does, we're both dead." he then
raises a brow and looks at Namjoon dead in the eye. "Besides, you're his closest person to a friend.
I can't trust you."

"We're not friends though." Namjoon smiles.

Jimin looks at him in disbelief. He's smiling even in this situation. Does he find any of this funny?
Is this some kind of a joke to him?

"Listen to me, Jimin; we can do this. What he's doing to you is unacceptable—"

"You do not know what he's doing to me!" Jimin says louder.

"I can get you back to your old life. Your friends and family, don't you miss them all?"

"And if he finds out? He'll probably slay my family with me!" the thought itself is unbearable. He
can't have any of his friends gone.

"That won't happen."

"How do you know?" Jimin presses accusingly.

"Because he'll be in prison." Namjoon informs, smiling widely.

Jimin mind stutters, thoughts crashing. "W-what?"

"Yup." Namjoon confirms, popping the 'p'. "It suits him, doesn't it? He's done wrong enough."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Jimin shakes his head unapprovingly.

Namjoon rests his back on the couch as he spread his legs wider, getting himself into a comfortable
position. Jimin can't help but find his actions so relatable to Jongin's.

"You don't know a lot about him." he tells, grabbing something from his pocket.

A cigarette with a lighter, Jimin finds out.

"You don't know the first thing about Jongin." Namjoon huffs, lighting his cigarette and taking his
first intake of tobacco. "I can tell you though. We have time."

Jimin squints his eyes at him, but nods anyways. "Okay."

"It's simple. We grew up together. Cousins and all that shit. He always hated his dad, was abusive
and strict. We were close enough when we were kids, you can say we were friends even."
Namjoon begins, and if Jimin isn't mistaken, he'd say there's longing in the way Namjoon tells the
story. "We went to school together, and I was his only friend. I knew all his secrets back then."

Now this isn't what Jimin expected. He expected them to be lifetime rivals, but this story isn't
giving him any reasons to trust Namjoon really.

Jimin can do nothing but nod, urging him to continue.

"His mother was a busy woman, she was a lawyer."

"Was?" Jimin interrupts to question.

Namjoon nods stiffly, "She died five years ago. She was a great woman, strong and beautiful. But,
her death wasn't an accident. She was murdered brutally by her husband, Jongin's father. Jongin
saw it with his own eyes. He left the house after her death, didn't have any reason to stay really."

Jimin can already feel the wetness around his eyes. He didn't know Jongin lived such a harsh
reality.

"His father died too."

Jimin knows that, Jongin told him his father has died a few years ago, but he doesn't know what's
behind the masked story.

"Killed too."

Jimin gulps just as he wipes at the tears to prevent them from falling.

"Jongin didn't care though," Namjoon chuckles. "He knew his father was going to get killed by an
ally, a friend of his father's. Well not really friends, more like enemies you know. Business rivals.
Jongin knew, but he never tried stopping his father's death. Now, he and his father's murderer have
opened a new branch in Italy. Together."

"What does he work?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you?" Namjoon shakes his head. "Of course he didn't. His father left him a
successful company—"

"Yes, please continue."

"I'm getting there," Namjoon grins. "It's BMW. BMW has always set its marks as the most reliable
car brand in the whole automobile industry."

"Oh," Jimin mutters. He expected Jongin to be producing illegal drugs or some kind of rare guns.
So this is a first. "That's cool."

"He stole that position though." Namjoon snickers. "It might be cool, but it was never his."

"What do you mean?"

"His father had promised the position for his friend's son, an orphan. His name was Yaejoon."
Namjoon tells, huffing and puffing the smoke expertly.

Jimin's head starts spinning at the strong smell, but he forces himself to focus.

"Jongin's father— Kim Sungho—has always put that kid first—like his second child." Namjoon
says, and it sounds extremely bitter to Jimin's ears. "Jongin, of course, hated Yaejoon. So when his
father signed the company for Yaejoon, Jongin immediately knew he didn't belong there."

Jongin was a culprit. He lived with uncaring people. Jongin built who he is today, and Jimin can't
help but feel proud.

Then he remembers.

"But— then how is he the owner of the company today?" Jimin asks, genuinely curious.
Namjoon stuffs his last piece of the pancake in his mouth before gulping a cup of water down his
throat. He smashes the cigarette stick on the plate, turning it to burned ashes and leaving it there.

"Yaejoon was found killed one week before Sungho died. Exciting, isn't it? A family full of
murder."

Jimin is authentically affrighted. "Who killed—"

"Who do you think?" Namjoon asks indignantly, throwing him a cold look.

"Jongin," Jimin whispers in disbelief. "Jongin killed Yaejoon." It's not a question, but a statement.
Jongin has committed a crime, a brutal and ugly crime only to take a position in his father's
company.

"Yeah," Namjoon mutters indifferently. "No one knows that, of course. Jongin was never really
interested in the company; he only did that for revenge. And for his mother's soul."

"I—" Jimin stops, unable to find the right words that complement the situation. "That's— I mean,"
he fully gives up and breaks down into a mess of tears.

At first, Namjoon startles, eyes widening in utter shock as he shifts, not knowing what to do. But
he's quick to scoot closer and pat Jimin's back comfortingly.

The small, thoughtful gesture soothes Jimin an awful lot. It's been long since he had anyone to
comfort him. Jongin is usually the one who gives him his breakdowns, and he's never there to help
Jimin through it. Whenever Jimin does anything wrong, it's his assigned punishment to get injected
and be left all alone.

"It's okay," Namjoon assures, "take your time."

"Just— why didn't he tell me any of that before?" Jimin asks, knowing fully well that Namjoon has
nothing to do with the situation, but still indulging him in his emotional issues. it's pathetic. "He
always tells me not to keep any secrets away from him. But he did exactly that."

"I know," Namjoon says, and Jimin wonders if he actually does. "He's always like that. But he
genuinely likes you. I was dense enough to think he'll change himself only for you."

That you would be good enough to change him.

"He didn't." Namjoon continues. "And that's exactly why you can't stay here, Jimin. Maybe you
saw his good sides, maybe some angry Jongin too. But I assure you, you still haven't seen the
worst." Namjoon tells, which does nothing to ease Jimin's nerves. "But you will. Eventually."

"Namjoon-ssi, I can't leave." he groans, voice laced with frustration.

"You have to. Please, think about it."

"In a few days, I will be coming to visit again. Take that time for your advantage and think. Think
about your friends, and parents. What would your mom be doing when her only son is gone
missing?"

"I have a younger brother." Jimin murmurs, discouraged.

"What would your mom be doing with her eldest son gone missing?" Namjoon reiterates with a
slight roll of his eyes.
Jimin sighs heavily before he stands up on his bare feet, "I'll go to sleep, Namjoon-ssi."

"Please, call me hyung." Namjoon says. "Or Joon." he smiles.

He's so kind, Jimin can't help but point out. So optimistic, compassionate, and brave. He wonders
how a person like Jongin got such a friend. Oh, but they aren't friends, Jimin remembers, bemused.

"Alright, hyung. I'll see you around."

"Sure, I'll visit soon." Namjoon says, nodding cheerfully. "Don't forget to consider my offer."

Jimin turns around, grinning as he strolls to his room.

Later that night when Jongin returns home after his meeting with Namjoon, Jimin refuses to deal
with him.

He lays still in bed as he hears the irritating creak of the front door closing. He shifts on the bed,
putting himself in a comfortable position before covering his body all the way till his head with the
duvet.

"Baby?" he hears Jongin call out, which he completely disregards. "I'm home!"

Jimin stays, unmoving, under the duvet till he feels the bed dipping next to him, announcing
Jongin's arrival. Then the duvet is getting, smoothly, detached away from his face. He doesn't
bother shutting his eyes closed.

"You're awake." Jongin spells next to him, his fingers creeping up Jimin's arm till they reach his
face and cupping it gently. "Why didn't you answer me?" he asks, Jimin takes it rhetorically
though and doesn't mind fixing an answer. Jongin leans down and pecks his lips shortly. "Missed
you. Today was exhausting. Had an awful lot of work to finish." The work he stole from Yaejoon,
Jimin's brain supplies. "Are you upset cause I'm late?"

Jimin ignores again.

"Jimin, I asked you something." he repeats sternly.

"No, Namjoon kept me entertained." Jimin utters briefly, keeping it low and uninterested.

There's a short pause, where Jongin goes still and completely immobile next to him. Though Jimin
is rather curious, he doesn't dare look up and check what Jongin is doing.

"Oh," then Jongin finally conveys, "okay. Entertained you said. What did you guys do?"

Jimin licks his lips languidly, giving himself more time to come up with a believable lie. "We had
breakfast together. He's really nice, kept me great company."

"Nice," Jongin mutters, still in his place, almost hovering above him. "What did you talk about?"

Jimin inhales a shaky breath. Why is Jongin asking about the exact things Jimin doesn't want to
mention?

"Random stuff." Jimin states, trying his best to keep his voice indifferent.

Jongin hums, and Jimin feels the vibrations from how close they are. "Did you talk about me?" he
asks.

Jimin's thoughts stutter, his throat clenching as he swallows the lump of spit in his mouth. "No." he
lies, finally turning his head to look back at Jongin.

"Aha," Jongin nods in understanding. "Did you talk about you, then? What did you tell him?"

"Um, I introduced myself at first. Then we fell into random conversations, I don't really remember.
But you were right, he is very nice and trustworthy."

A deep, dark chuckle escapes Jongin's throat at that, which wipes all of Jimin's ignorance. Only
now does he get to realize that Jongin is quite disturbed. There's a no way he actually knows. Did
Namjoon deceive him?

"And what did he say about you?"

Jimin shakes his head at the eerie question, trying to convey ignorance. "I don't know what you
mean."

"Did he compliment you in any way?"

'Laughing suits you'

Jimin looks at Jongin, squinting his eyes as if stressing himself to remember. He shakes his head,
"I don't remember. Why is that important?"

Jongin chuckles again.

That's it. He knows. He definitely knows.

"Do not try to hide it, Jimin," Jongin spits, much louder this time and Jimin starts reading his
prayers. "He flirted with you, didn't he?"

Jimin's jaw hangs open in utter bewilderment. "What?"

"It was such a bullshit idea to leave you alone with him." Jongin tells harshly, getting up on his feet
to walk around, perturbed. "He wouldn't even hesitate to take you away from me."

"Jongin, what-"

"Shut up!" Jongin practically growls. "If there's one thing I don't forgive, Jimin. One thing. Then
that's cheating."

"I would never!" Jimin claims, getting himself up into a sitting position. "Why would you assume I
did something like that? I didn't."
"You've done it with me when you had a boyfriend!" Jongin shouts.

Jimin's heart shatters to hundreds of pieces, his lower lip trembles as he recalls his wrong doings.

"You led me on! When you had a fucking boyfriend. So tell me what's stopping you from doing the
same now?"

Jimin shakes his head, "I did not cheat on Jungkook with you! We were just friends!" he defends.

"Fuck that." Jongin yells, kicking the bed with his left foot. "Don't fucking spell his name ever
again. And you know we weren't just friends back then. You're not that dense not to notice my
obvious flirting!"

Jimin throws him a disgusted look, disapproving and done with the entire situation whatsoever.
"I'm going back to sleep." he announces, laying back down on his side, facing the wall and away
from Jongin's eyes.

He ignores the snicker from behind him and closes his eyelids to finally fall asleep.

The next day, he wakes up to Jongin littering his face with countless kisses.

Jimin shifts on the bed to get up, "What are you doing?" he questions, voice low and sleepy.

Jongin stands next to him, dressed in his elegant black suit and ready to leave for work.

"I'm sorry, baby," he begins, leaving an open mouth kiss on Jimin's lips. "I lashed out on you, I
admit. You did nothing wrong. I trust you, okay?"

Jimin's eyes squint on themselves, his eyelids heavy and begging to go back to his deep slumber.
But he still remembers the accusing words Jongin spat on him yesterday night.

He shuffles back and away. "It's fine." It's not fine. But he doesn't want to deal with whatever this
is right now.

"Love, don't be upset. I can't leave for work when you're angry with me." Jongin tells. It's the first
time Jimin hears him muttering something so close to begging. "I love you."

Jimin lays his head back down on the comfy pillow, humming softly.

"I said I love you."

Jimin never said it back, so why's Jongin asking him to do so now?

Jimin shifts his gaze back on Jongin. "You know, nini, I think I actually might've fallen in love
with you before you kidnapped me." Jimin states indifferently. "Maybe if you were a real
gentleman who confessed to me bravely, maybe then, I would've considered liking you. Only if
you've given me a chance. You were perfect in my eyes when we first met." and it's true. Jongin
really was a person he looked up to. "But not anymore."

Jongin doesn't say anything, instead only clenches his jaw tight as he glares holes into Jimin's head.
Then he stiffly nods, stepping back and grabbing his jacket before exiting the room. It's only when
he leaves the house does Jimin sense his anger in the way Jongin slams the door shut, so harshly,
he thinks the floor moved beneath him.
"Please don't. I've been good! I've been good. Please—" Jimin shrieks, his tears flowing down his
cheeks non-stop.

Jongin doesn't listen to his pained cries. He snatches Jimin's arm and injects him with the sharp
needle. The feeling of the sharp object under his skin is enough to start his head spinning in circles.

What he dreads most is that the drug starts affecting him so quickly, a few minutes after getting
injected, his brain shuts and body takes over.

When it hits him wholly, Jimin's consciousness exits his system and what happens after isn't ever
going to live in his memory.

So why not use this fortunate opportunity Namjoon gave him when he's already seen it all.

Just as promised, Namjoon comes by two days later, availing himself with the excuse that he's
come to have dinner with them.

Jongin doesn't seem to like the sudden visit, but he doesn't word his distaste.

Now, Jimin sits next to Namjoon in the living room just as Jongin busies himself with cooking
dinner for the three of them.

Namjoon pats his arm slightly, as if trying to be discreet as he keeps his eyes on the corridor to
check if Jongin comes anytime.

"So, did you think about it?" Namjoon asks him, voice whispering cautiously.

Jimin isn't being as discreet, though. He sits straight, keeping his gaze on the television as he
mutters, "Get me out of here, hyung." his voice isn't low, but it isn't loud either. Jongin wouldn't
hear him from the end of the corridor.

He isn't looking, but he knows Namjoon is grinning widely. "Yes!" Namjoon exclaims. "Good,
you took the right decision. I, um. We should come up with a plan, we don't have much time."

Jimin turns his head to look at him, disbelief coloring his features.

"You don't have a plan yet?"

Namjoon's smile doesn't falter. "It isn't much of a plan. It's easy, don't worry. I was thinking that in
order to get Jongin locked up, we should own something to prove he's faulty."

Jimin nods in understanding, "Yes, I think we should." he agrees. "I can record him drugging me."
He offers. It's a big risk, but it's worth his freedom. Besides, it's nothing he didn't go through
before. The awaiting future is probably holding him worse if he stays locked up in this place.

"That's." Namjoon starts, looking afflicted. "Only if you're sure. We can come up with something
else if you aren't."

"I can do it." Jimin assures.

"Where do.." He begins, seemingly puzzled as he continues, "What will you record him with? Do
you have any device? I thought Jongin put them away from you."

"I found my phone."

"Oh, man." Namjoon whistles, nodding in approval. "That's wonderful. Did you contact anyone
using it?"

"Just one of my friends. Nothing happened though, don't worry." he supplies.

"I'm not worried," Namjoon grins. Jimin finds out he likes it when Namjoon smiles; the man
makes him feel much more optimistic with his cheerful personality. And he's not gonna lie, the
dimples kinda brighten his mood. "Anyways, you can take your time recording the video. Do not
rush yourself at all."

Confused is probably the right word to describe how Jimin feels when he sees Namjoon pulling a
small piece of paper and a pen. He scribbles something in utter rush, Jimin's not sure why the man
is in a hurry but it's making him grow nervous for no reason.

"Here," Namjoon extends his hand with the tiny paper clasped between his thumb and pointer
finger. "This is my number. Listen to me very carefully. Once you're done recording, send the
video to me and I'll send it to the police." Namjoon tells in a very serious tone, Jimin can't help but
get serious himself.

"I understand." Jimin nods.

"Great." Namjoon places the paper in Jimin's palm. "Hide that. We don't want Jongin to see you
acquiring my number. And be careful."

Jimin nods again and stuffs the paper in his hoodie's pocket.

It's a miracle. What's going on is something he didn't even allow himself to think about. He was
convinced this is where he belongs, and he'd probably still be thinking the same if he hadn't talked
to Taehyung days ago. Now, he believes it's worth a shot. It's going to be hard trying to
accommodate to his old life again, but he'll do his best.

"How come you and Jongin aren't as close as you used to be when you were kids?" he suddenly
remembers to ask. He's been thinking about it for the past few days, wondering what could've
happened that broke the two friends apart.

"He slept with my girlfriend in college." Namjoon spills.

Jimin clenches his jaw. Namjoon doesn't look bothered about it, and for some reason Jimin wants
him to be. Jongin cheated on his friend; he stabbed Namjoon in the back. It's only normal for
Namjoon to cut all ties with him. Yet here he is, sitting in Jongin's living room and waiting for the
latter to finish preparing dinner.

But Jimin is thankful, nonetheless. Without Namjoon he would probably stay stuck here for a real
long time—he hopes not forever though.

"I have another question." Jimin confesses.

"Go on."

"Why does Jongin wear nothing but black? Is it just his style or is it related to something else?"
ever since the day they met, Jimin haven't seen Jongin wearing anything but black clothings. A lot
of people dress in black, but Jongin's closet is horrifying.

"Not his style. He's still grieving over his mother."

The answer shocks Jimin more than he'd like to admit. Jongin told him before that his mother
wasn't that close to him. Most of the time she's out, drinking, but maybe there's another part of the
story that he missed.

"Jimin, baby, come here!" he hears Jongin call out. Namjoon gives him a stiff nod, so he stands up
and trudges down the corridor to the kitchen.

Jongin looks back at him, smiling. "Help me take out the utensils. I'm almost done."

He does as told.

Dinner goes by slowly, and Jimin hopes it's just him who's feeling awkward. Jongin feeds him
from his plate every now and then, and Jimin takes it with a small smile. Namjoon eats silently,
keeping his gaze down, focused on his plate as he consumes his dish.

Namjoon leaves after dinner, but not without promising Jongin to pay them another visit very soon.
Jimin likes his boldness.

Again, he finds himself opening his phone. And just like the last time, he ignores all other contacts
and notifications, and heads for Taehyung.

He goes over the new messages. There's too many considering he talked to him not long ago.

My soulmate ️ 4:03 pm (October 20):

DID YOU JUST HANG UP ON ME? JIMINN!

FUCK, PLEASE DONT DO THIS

My soulmate ️ 4:05 pm (October 20):

ANSWEE MEE

JIMIN

JIMIN

JIMIK

FUCKING FUXK YOU YOU SON OF A NASTY BITCH, ROT IN HELL

I'LL GET U BACK FOR THIS IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO

My soulmate ️ 12:01 am (October 21):

Okay I apologize

I was just overwhelmed

Can you please answer me? This is srsly worrying me.

We barely talked

My soulmate ️ 9:39 pm (October 23):

What could possibly be stopping you from replying? When you have your phone?

It's obvious you're choosing not to answer

My soulmate ️ 3:55 am (October 25):

Fine

My soulmate ️ 1:23 pm (October 29):

But there's only so much I can wait, Jimin.

It's in the emptiness he's living now that he thanks the universe for Taehyung's existence in his life.
The other's character contains the power to lift Jimin's mood any time. Just the reminder that
Taehyung is there is enough.

He starts typing carefully—why, he doesn't know. Maybe he just doesn't want to get Taehyung
even more upset.

Me: 7:22 pm (November 8):

I'm sorry

My soulmate ️ 7:30 pm

IS THIS A SOME KIND OF A JOKE TO YOU?

YOU DISAPPEAR FOR WEEKS THEN COME BACK TO SAY THAT YOU'RE FUCKING
SORRY!!!

Me: 7:31 pm

I'm sorry again, Taetae

I'll make it up to you, promise :(

My soulmate ️ 7:32 pm

God.

Where do I start from?

Um, it's a total mess here?

Can you fix that?

Me: 7:33 pm

I promise to do my best

Tae?

My soulmate ️ 7:33 pm

Yeah?

Me: 7:34 pm

I miss you
My soulmate ️ 7:34 pm

Took you long enough

You're finally thinking of me?

Jimin can practically hear him scoff.

Me: 7:35 pm

Just wish me luck, okay?

My soulmate ️ 7:35 pm

What for?

What's going on?

Me: 7:36 pm

Just wish me luck

I hope we talk soon

Gotta go now

My soulmate ️ 7:37 pm

Wait, Jimin?

Me: 7:37 pm

Yes?

My soulmate ️: 7:37 pm

I miss you too.

Good luck.
 Me: 7:38 pm

:)

He finds an angle after that, deciding on hiding the phone behind the photo frames as it records.
Anything could go wrong, but he's not afraid for himself anymore.

The phone is recording half the living room from this angle, the spacious couch and all that's
around.

When that's settled Jimin sits down on the couch and waits. His plan is simple: create a livid
Jongin. Then things will go with the flow. He waits for too long. Minutes, maybe hours. He's not
counting—doesn't care really.

Jimin doesn't even flinch when Jongin walks in and slams the door after him.

The footsteps approach, and Jimin breathes silently, shutting his eyes to feel the sincerety.

"We should talk." he says it without cracking, instead straightforward and confident.

"What about?" Jongin questions. Jimin can hear the thuds of his shoes clacking with the floor.

Jimin throws a quick glance at his phone, just to assure himself that it's still there and that things
will get better soon.

"Us."

"Us? Yeah, okay. We can talk about that." Jongin mutters, but Jimin can't detect his mood from his
whispered words.

"It's been awhile since I came here," Jimin begins, gaze cold and unfalterring. Jongin slumps next
to him, throwing himself carelessly with a low, tired groan. "and I'm thankful for everything you
did for me. Really appreciate it." the words are bitter on his tongue, but he tries to sound as
grateful as possible. "But I can't do this anymore. It's getting extremely suffocating and I need
something to get me out of this boredom. I'd like to get my job back."

As soon as the words are out, Jongin starts laughing next to him. It's hysterical, and creepy in some
sorts, but Jimin pays it no mind as he continues his act.

"I can work from home!" he says it in a rush, as if troubled and desperate for Jongin's approval.
"It'd be a great change. But this— this is just— it feels so dull. I can't take it."

Jimin dares to look up at Jongin's reaction. Jongin still has a silly, humored grin on his face.

"What for?" Jongin then asks, the smile fading into complete seriousity. "I'm earning more than
enough for the both of us. There's no point."

"There is a point!" Jimin breaks, voice much higher and clearer this time. "I said I'm getting bored!
I have nothing to fill my time with, it's complete nothingness. So, please—"

"And I've told you, just say the word. Ask for anything, baby, and it'll be in your grasp the day
after."
"This is what I'm asking for!"

"I can't get you that." Jongin affirms.

"But you said anything!" Jimin practically sobs.

"Not that. No."

"Then let me see my family. I wanna visit my parents."

Jongin stands up, quick on his feet, and angered already beyond belief. "I said ask for something to
fill your free time with! Do not twist my words."

"There is no free time. There isn't anything to be free of in the first place. I'm living in this
apartment doing nothing day and night! I want to see my parents."

"I said no." Jongin glares darkly, jaw clenched tightly.

Jimin nods and gets up on his feet, facing Jongin. His heart beats accelerate, but he pushes himself
to say the words. "Then I'm breaking up with you."

He watches as the colors of Jongin's face turn fifty different shades of dark.

And though he knows there's no point in trying, he still aims for the front door.

He's not even two steps away before he's getting tugged back roughly. Jongin's palm clutches his
black hair, pulling on it harshly as he walks Jimin back to the couch.

This is the first time Jongin tries hurting him physically, and a tear escapes his eye unconsciously.

"What did you just say?" Jongin growls, loud and stony in Jimin's ears.

He's pushed back on the couch after that, his head pounds distractingly, though it doesn't hit any
hard surfaces.

"What the fuck did you just say, Jimin?" he shouts again.

Jimin lays underneath him, tears escaping his eyes, but he bites hard on his tongue, firm on not
sobbing weakly infront of the other.

"You think that's your choice to make, huh?" he's yelling. He's yelling so loudly, Jimin knows the
neighbors can hear. The thumping in his head is getting worse the higher Jongin shouts. "You
belong with me. How many times should I repeat that?"

When he gets enough, Jimin starts shaking his head, his eyes still closed and teary.

"I've been nothing but kind to you, Jimin. But you're showing me that you do not deserve that kind
of treatment."

Jimin doesn't dare open his eyes. He's terrified beyond belief, but he assures himself by thinking
this is all on record. That people will see this. Someone will come for his rescue, and that he is not
alone.

"Stay still. I'll prepare you another dose. Do not move or you will face some real consequences."

A shriek escapes his tight throat as he nods his head slightly. Jongin then finally gets off of him
and walks down the corridor.

Jimin doesn't move, not because Jongin asked him to, but because he doesn't think he can. He
looks at the phone again. It's presence assures him somehow. A phone. But the power it holds does
deserve the appreciation, so Jimin holds onto the little hope.

Jongin comes back minutes later. Jimin stays still, eyes kept on his phone as Jongin injects him.

And Jimin wonders what's the thought Jongin has. What makes Jongin think that forcing drugs on
him is a good punishment?

But then again, it did work. It worked before, when Jongin first started injecting him, Jimin fell
like a rag doll in between his palms.

And even though he's thriving to get out of here, there's still that little part of him that's thinking
this is such a bad idea. That he won't survive without Jongin taking care of him.

Thankfully, Jongin leaves after he's done, propably to change his clothes after work.

Before Jimin's consciousness fades, and though he's physically drained, he hurries to the phone to
stop the recording.

Namjoon's number is already saved in his phone. He sends the video in a rush before he throws the
phone under the couch and lays himself down again.

It's a new world when he opens his eyelids. A total mess. Everyone's running around him; he's
being carried to a nearby car, probably an ambulance.

It's colorful. He sees red and blue everywhere.

Jimin doesn't feel much, nor does he understand much of what's going on.

It's a picture with no voice at first.

But then, when he slightly comes up to the surface, he's sure he hears Taehyung's voice yelling at
some other guys to hurry up.
He would've thought he's dead if it wasn't for the familiar lamp on the night stand, next to his bed.
He blinks once, then twice, before it sinks in where he's at.

It's Taehyung's house, and Jimin jumps up from bed so quickly, his bones crack in displeasure.

Maybe he's still high on meth, that's why he didn't notice his best friend sleeping next to him on the
same bed. But now he looks at him. He blinks and rubs on his eyes, then looks again.

Yesterday was a blur. Everything went so fast and he's not sure what's actually going on. He
remembers Jongin drugging him. His memory doesn't help him in what happened next.

And it doesn't even matter—not now. Because after months, he's here and looking straight at
Taehyung. Taehyung is right there, right next to him and sound asleep. Jimin can see the way
Taehyung's eyes have dark circles under them, how his cheeks are a bit hollow and his skin pale.

Before he realizes he's crying, a loud sob bubbles up his throat. He latches himself on the man,
hugging him like his life depends on it.

Taehyung finally stirs and wakes up. His eyes immediately fill with tears as he registers Jimin's
smaller figure crying on his chest.

"Jimin," he says the name as if he can't believe Jimin's there. He's quick to hug back, engulfing
Jimin in between his arms in a secure hold and flips them around.

Jimin let's him hug him, even though the grip is too tight and his waist is starting to crawl, he
allows him. Because he's sure his hold around Taehyung isn't any lighter.

"What the fuck were you thinking! What the fuck have done—" Taehyung says the words like he's
been chanting them for too long already. "You're here, I— fuck."

The reason they're both soulmates, is because they are. They were 12 when they decided they're
best friends and will stay forever. Jimin met a lot of people in his life, but he had to say goodbye to
most of them. But Taehyung was the one that always stuck around.

"I'm sorry," Jimin has nothing else to say.

It feels right to apologize, for all the trouble he caused Taehyung, all the worry.

"Stop saying that," Taehyung sobs in his neck. "We have to talk."

"Please, just sleep with me right now. I just want to do that."

They sleep like the dead. Jimin's mind empty of all the worries and doubt.

And he allows himself a night calm as the deep ocean, underneath it buried all the old, lost
treasures.
"I was panicking at the police station. You don't understand."

"I understand, Tae." Jimin confirms, placing his palm above Taehyung's to assure him.

"I— the report we received said abuse and non-consensual drug use. The thought of it being you
didn't even cross my mind. But— but then I saw you in the video. He was forcing himself on you
and— we hurried out. I told the other officers you're my friend. I was going mad."

Jimin nods at him lightly. "It's alright. I'm here now."

"Then— when we arrived at the address Mr. Kim sent, I barged my way in. You were lying on the
floor. I— I thought I lost you for a second." Taehyung stutters, but he doesn't cry. Taehyung was
always good at holding his emotions back. "The other officers took care of the bastard. I carried
you out and rushed to an ambulance. They said they found the jerk in the kitchen, cooking or
something. Not that I care."

"I'm sorry— for worrying you and all."

"It wasn't your fault, Jimin. You were forced. That fucker— he'll get what he deserves!"

Jimin rests his head on Taehyung's shoulder. They stay there, leaning on each other for comfort
before the bell rings.

Jimin jumps in his spot, agitated and thinking of every possible way Jongin could've used to find
his way here.

Jimin starts shaking, his arms stuttering as they hold onto Taehyung's sweater in a death grip.

Taehyung looks back at him in obvious concern. "He's gone, Jimin. No need to be afraid."

"But he—" he can, Jimin wanted to say. That nothing can stop in Jongin's way.

But before he's able to continue his words, someone from the outside yells. Yells the words loudly
and on the top of his lungs that Jimin flinches again, seeking for Taehyung's bicep.

"Taehyung, let me in. Fucking let me in this instant."

Oh, it's that voice. A voice so familiar and near to his heart, but still so distant.

Jimin gets up on his feet. And maybe Taehyung thought he's aiming for the front door because he
gets up after him, but instead he rushes inside and back to Taehyung's bedroom.

He's in no way able to meet Jungkook right now. He's not in the right state of mind to see him—or
even hear his voice.

Taehyung comes in right after him.

"Jimin?"

"Please, Tae. Please let him leave." he begs, begs because that's how he learned is the right way to
ask for something in the past three months.

"Hey— shh, it's fine. It's okay, I'll go talk to him. No need to worry."
The door is still getting brutally abused outside, and with each knock Jimin's heart beat elevates,
his panic upgrading.

Taehyung caresses his back, throwing him a concerned look before backing away and heading
outside.

Slowly, he hears the front door opening and closing. He hears the slightest sound of their voices
outside. It seems like Taehyung is the one whispering and urging Jungkook to calm down. But
Jungkook is shouting and demanding to walk right in.

The only coherent sentences his mind registers are the faintest sounds of Jungkook's voice yelling,
"You said I can meet him today! Let me in." followed by Taehyung's much more calmer voice
saying, "He's not ready."

Taehyung's voice is firm and stern though, booking no more arguments.

But then again, Jungkook was never one to give up easily.

Jimin finds himself sobbing again. He hides under the thick duvet, embraced in Taehyung's large
sweatshirt and forces himself to fall into deep slumber, the tears drying quickly on his rosy cheeks.

Jimin stays in Taehyung's house for the next two weeks. He knows he can't stay alone, and
Taehyung doesn't seem to be wanting to let go of him either, so he stays there.

Jungkook comes about daily, knocks on the door and demands to see Jimin, but Taehyung always
shoos him away.

He sits on their bed now, staring up at the clear walls and sighing every now and then.

He could say he's recovering, but he doesn't think he is. Jongin haunts him every night in his
dreams, reminds him of who he belongs to. Taehyung wakes him up when he gets too noisy in the
middle of his nightmares, though—he's very thankful for that.

This is nice, being with the others is very nice. But Jimin can't help but feel the fear everytime he
thinks back to Jongin; sometimes he regrets his actions. He spends a lot thinking about what Jongin
would be thinking of him right now, locked up in some place and alone, but definitely with rage
burning in his veins. Does he think of revenge? Does he hate Jimin now?

Or does he regret his actions? Does he want to apologize?

Jimin doesn't know, and he's not sure he wants to.

But one thing is for sure. Jongin won't be staying in jail for long. Of course he wouldn't, a big and
important person like him wouldn't stay more than a few months maximum. He could buy his way
out easily. But he's been told Jongin will be forced to go through therapy and seek professional
help.
The bell rings in the background, announcing their friends' arrival.

Taehyung yells from somewhere outside, "I'll get it."

His emotions start working up when he hears Hoseok asking about him and Yoongi telling
Taehyung to show them the room he's in.

After few quick footsteps, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin are all standing there, at the door of their
bedroom, looking distressed beyond belief.

Jimin had told Taehyung he didn't want any visitors the past few weeks, said he isn't ready to meet
anyone yet. But today he woke up thinking of the three of his friends, about how deceived they
might be feeling for getting denied to see Jimin everytime they ask for it. So he allows them. It's
only been two hours since Taehyung informed them they could pay a visit, and here they are
already, looking tired and happy and afraid but excited all the same. There's a lot of emotions
coloring their features, Jimin couldn't count if he wanted to.

Hoseok runs to him first, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. Jimin feels the wetness on his neck
and instantly knows Hoseok is crying. He pats his hair for comfort and plasters a polite smile on
his face—just to look more approachable and extravagant.

Seokjin joins the hug not long after. Jimin tries his best not to tear up, but then he looks up at
Yoongi. Beautiful Yoongi who's the best at hiding emotions, the one of them who never cries, and
who always has a grumpy personality. Yoongi is crying, wiping his nose and tears with the sleeve
of his shirt. Jimin starts crying at the sight.

"I'm so glad you're fine," Hoseok whispers on his chest, a bit muffled but Jimin hears it loud and
clear.

When Hoseok and Seokjin finally part away, Jimin is the one to stand up and rush to Yoongi,
taking him by the shoulder to hug him comfortably.

A sob breaks from Yoongi's throat, clenching Jimin's heart.

"You've become shorter than me, hyung." Jimin tries to lighten the mood, caressing Yoongi's back
in soothing circles.

It seems to be difficult for him, but Yoongi eventually mutters, "Shut up!" a shriek follows the
word and Jimin backs away to look at him, a sad smile on his face.

"Yah! It's okay, why are you crying now?"

"You're crying too, you fucker." Yoongi scolds, shoving him away by the shoulder.

Jimin sniffs, wiping at his tears. He goes back to bed after that, laying himself on it and covering
his legs with the soft blanket.

They share a lot of emotional moments, Jimin admits.

He also learns that his parents don't know about his disappearance the past three months. They said
they all have decided not to inform them, instead they've told them that his son went on a business
trip and will probably not be able to pick the phone up because of how busy he'd be.

Jimin's grateful for that kind act. His mom could've ended up in a hospital if she'd gotten too
worried or agitated. And his dad would put it on himself to find him if he'd knew his son got
kidnapped.

After 2 bell rings, and 8 loud knocks on the door, Jimin decides to get up on his feet. Taehyung left
for work, but not without warning him not to open the door for anyone—whoever it is. Taehyung
has become overprotective lately and it shows.

When he's standing right behind the front door, he looks through the peek hole. There isn't anyone
out there.

Jimin is quick to panic, remembering this scene very perfectly. This happened before.

It happened before.

When Jongin left him a piece of paper on his doormat.

Jimin slumps down on the floor. He can feel the beginnings of a panic attack approaching his way,
his breaths cutting shorter. But before he could dwell or think any more of what's going on, a
familiar voice calls out. "Jimin?"

The calming voice snaps him out of his trance as he gets up on his feet and opens the door.

"Namjoon hyung."

"Thought I'd come for a visit."

Jimin nods eagerly, more than eager, giving all his trust to the man infront of him. He's the one
who got him away from Jongin, the one who rescued him and brought him help. But then he
frowns.

"My friend said not to let anyone in though." Jimin states, an apology on the tip of his tongue.

Namjoon hasn't changed one bit, still the smiley person he is. He grins widely. "That's fine. I'm in
a hurry anyways, just came here to check on you."

"Oh," Jimin mutters, mirroring Namjoon's smile. "I'm glad you did. I owe you too much."

Namjoon shakes his head. "You owe me nothing, Jimin. Everyone deserves to be free. My eyeballs
almost fell out of their sockets when I watched that video you sent." Namjoon says, his beautiful
smile wiping off, a displeased frown taking place. "You were brave, very brave. I admire that a lot.
How are you feeling now?"

"I'm much better, hyung. Thanks for asking."

"I'm glad. It was nice seeing you, Jimin, but I'm in a rush. Please do take care of your health." he
tells, stepping back.
"Come back again. Taehyung and the others will love you. Please, do come back again. I'll be
more than happy to have you."

With those simple words Namjoon's smile returns and Jimin finds himself smiling back at him.

Namjoon leaves, but they stay in contact over the phone.

"The door has been ringing too often lately." Jimin states in distaste.

"Please get it, I'm almost done." Taehyung requests, busy doing laundry.

Jimin sighs, but nods his head and turns around nonetheless. He aims for the front door in a rush,
wanting to finish this and return to watch the movie Taehyung promised to watch with him on
Netflix.

He wishes he at least looked through the peek hole first. Because Jungkook is standing there,
troubled and distracted, but all that fades away when he sees Jimin standing right infront if him.

Jungkook looks different, maybe it's because his hair grew much longer now, or maybe it's the
dark circles under his eyes.

Jungkook stares back at him, red, bloodshot eyes so wide his eye balls might fall off, mouth
opening and closing as if unsure what to say.

But Jimin is busy going through so many thoughts at the moment, not minding finding any words
to mutter.

"Jimin," Jungkook finally murmurs, and it sounds so distant that Jimin finds himself running back
inside, pushing his way to his room.

"Who's at the door, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks, but Jimin rushes to their shared bedroom and closes
the door, making sure to lock it too.
"What are you doing?" Jimin shrieks as he gets pushed down on the couch.

"We're going to talk."

"We can talk while standing up." Jimin says, fighting his way up again, but Taehyung stops him
by pushing against his shoulders, making him fall back down.

"About Jungkook."

Jimin slumps further into the couch, eyes widening and teeth clacking.

"What about him?" he asks. He asks like he doesn't care, like it's just another unimportant person
in his life.

"You should see him." Taehyung tells.

Jimin's face fills with horror.

"Of course not!"

"He's a mess, Jimin. And he's only getting worst."

"No. No, I can't."

"Yes you can. You can if you try. You've been here for three weeks already. He didn't see you
since about four months! You're torturing him."

"I just can't." Jimin huffs, like that explains everything.

Taehyung sits next to him, the couch dipping violently. "Let me tell you about how he's been when
you went missing."

Jimin doesn't say anything, keeps looking forward, at the wall that's decorated with multiple
paintings.

"He was like shit. He was the first to find out you're missing when he arrived back home and found
out you weren't there waiting. It was the night of the event. First, he tried everything. He went to
the police station numerous times— believe me, I saw him more than I normally see my coworkers
over there. But the report was weak, with very little information which led him to nothing. It said a
man the age of 26 gone missing, it described your weight and height, with it stood some pictures of
you. The suspect was a man named Jongin. But he didn't even have his last name, even Jongin's
hair color was unknown to all of us. You did not tell us anything. We tried our best at the police
station, but we weren't able to do much. But Jungkook did not give up." Taehyung sighs,
seemingly recalling the memories again as he closes his eyes. "One month later, things got so bad.
He barely went to work anymore, he didn't take care of himself, his health the last thing he thought
of. I used to visit him every once in a while, told him he should eat more and move on." he
chuckles. "But, hell, I myself had trouble doing that to advice Jungkook to do it."

Jimin gulps, listening to how badly he affected the others' lives.

"Two more weeks and he was already gone. He was on the edge of quitting his job. But Yoongi
hyung knocked some sense into him."

Jimin holds onto that one, mouth dry. "H-he wanted to quit?"

"Yeah. You're that important to him, Jimin. Don't you understand? Jimin, you're the most
important person in Jungkook's life!"

Jimin ignores the way his heart aches in his chest. His heart is telling him to give himself a chance
to see Jungkook, but his mind isn't allowing him.

Taehyung sighs. "And then after that time we talked on the phone, I told everyone. I told them I
had news about you and everyone was at my house one hour later. You should've seen the way
Jungkook's face fell down when I mentioned Jongin being your boyfriend. And when I said you
and Jungkook are now broken up, he left. It was so obvious how hurt he was."

Jimin nods, taking a final decision. "I think I'm ready to see him."

Taehyung opens the door the next day. And there stands Jungkook, the same Jungkook Jimin used
to call his.

Jimin stays sitting on the comfortable couch; he doesn't think his feet will be able to carry him up.

"I'll leave you two alone." Taehyung announces to Jimin's horror. He wants nothing but to scream
at Taehyung to stay, but he stays still, frozen as he looks back at Jungkook.

Jungkook walks in, and Taehyung walks out of the house, closing the door firmly after him.

Jungkook keeps standing there, only looking down at him for two long minutes, before he clears
his throat and approaches. He looks hesitant at first, but he takes a seat on the couch opposite to
Jimin's.

"Hey," Jimin starts. "You wanted to see me."

Jungkook exhales, and Jimin can hear his every intake of breath.

He nods his head, brows furrowed in the middle. "Yeah— yea, yes. I wanted to see you." Jungkook
says, in a voice so soft, and if Jimin's not wrong, insecure.

Jimin nods back at him. "Okay."

It's not awkward, Jimin simply doesn't have anything to tell. And he's starting to feel that it was
wrong of him to see Jungkook now. His heart beats are going highway, and his hands are starting
to get unsteady on his lap.

Jimin takes his eyes off of Jungkook, staring at the table infront of him instead. Yet, he can still
feel Jungkook's stern gaze on the side of his face.

It's so silent, and Jimin wonders when will he finally go back to bed. Because this isn't going like
he supposed it'd go. He thought maybe he and Jungkook would exchange some nice words, some I
missed yous, then everyone will go back to where ever they came from. But sitting here with
Jungkook's eyes burning holes on him is so unnerving.
"I— seriously?" Jungkook then says. "You're gonna stare at, I don't know, whatever it is you're
staring at and pretend like nothing happened? Even worse, pretend like the few past years of us
together never happened!"

Jimin turns his face to look back at Jungkook. "Oh, sorry."

It looks like the words break Jungkook even more. "What are you sorry for? Jimin— do you know
how hard it is to sit here and hold myself back from just— I want to hug you so bad. You've been
gone for—"

"I know." Jimin cuts him off, sighing. "That wasn't done on purpose."

"I know that! I know that fucking asshole— fuck!" Jungkook suddenly gets up on his feet, looking
down at him with nothing but sadness and concern in his eyes. "Did—" Jimin watches him as tears
form and roll down Jungkook's cheeks. "Did he touch you—" a sob bubbles up his throat after that,
muffling his words.

Jimin looks back at him blankly. Jungkook saw the video, there's no doubt in that.

"What do you think?" he asks instead.

The answer seems to do nothing but increase Jungkook's tears. Hot burning droplets roll down his
jaw, wetting his shirt and dropping to the carpet on the hard floor underneath. His eyes are so red,
Jimin wonders when was the last time he got himself some proper sleep.

"How are you feeling?" Jungkook questions, his chest heaving up and down quickly as if he just
ran a marathon. "Did he hurt you— I mean, I know he did but did he—"

"I'm fine. I've been recovering very well." the lie lays thick on his tongue, even he feels guilty,
because he's lying the same lie to his own self.

"I'm glad." Jungkook mutters, his face red, with dried tears. "I'm just wondering how are you
feeling about this? Can I come closer?"

The question makes him tense, nervous as he starts shifting. But he nods, because he doesn't want
to make Jungkook feel uncomfortable, or at least that's what he tells himself.

A semi-smile forms on Jungkook's lips as he draws closer. He walks so slowly, cautious as if Jimin
isn't sure of his decision. Then he sits next to Jimin, his lips parting as if holding a lot back.

"I've missed you so much." Jungkook murmurs, and Jimin can see that he's on edge of tears again.
The way he bites his lip is telling. Jimin spent enough time with Jungkook, he knows him like the
back of his hand.

Jimin smiles back at him softly. A strong urge to hug Jungkook pulses through Jimin's body. He
wants to pat his back and tell him that everything is going to be okay now while stroking his fluffy
hair. But he resists.

"I thought I lost you," Jungkook continues to vent.

Jimin's fingers itch, wanting to seek out for Jungkook.

"I'm here. It's fine." he assures him instead, the smile on his face growing more visible.

Just then, Taehyung walks right back in. He looks at the two of them, face falling at Jungkook's
broken figure.

"Jimin," he begins. "it's time for your pills."

After receiving professional medical care, he's been strictly advised to take his medicine on time.
The meth still runs in his blood, and sometimes, he finds himself craving it, finds himself thinking
of the drug and how easier it'd be if he just got one dose. But the doctors promised he'll recover,
and Taehyung never left his side, always firm on making sure he takes his pills right on time.

Jungkook looks against the thought of leaving so quickly, but he sighs and nods.

"Coming." Jimin assures, getting up on his feet.

"Jungkook, Jimin usually naps after his pills."

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll see him some other time." He says but it doesn't look fine for him at all. His
shoulders are slumped down like he's getting scolded, and his fingers keep scratching the back of
his neck, looking defeated.

Taehyung throws him a sympathetic smile before approaching Jimin.

He leads Jimin to their bedroom and helps him with a cup of water next to his pill. Jimin hears the
front door clicking just before he falls asleep, announcing Jungkook's departure.

It isn't a secret how much he's missing Jungkook anymore. It's been two weeks since Jungkook
came to visit him; Jimin heard nothing about him since then.

He doesn't show up everyday at their house to meet Jimin anymore. And Jimin knows Jungkook
feels unwanted.

Jimin sighs, earning himself a scoff from Taehyung.

"Just call him already."

"Call who?" Jimin asks, softly stroking Yeontan's fluffy black hair.

Taehyung chuckles, "Don't even try. It's pretty obvious already."

"Is it?"

Taehyung hums, taking another bite from his chocolate bar. "Very."

"I don't know why I feel so worried."

"Call him, Jimin. He'll be more than delighted." Taehyung spots Jimin's phone next to him on the
couch and throws it to him. "Do it." he demands.
Jimin isn't proud of how compliant he goes at doing Taehyung's words. But he thinks it's for the
best. Probably.

He drops Yeontan to the floor and grabs his phone.

He hasn't been using his phone much, only sometimes to take a few pictures of Taehyung doing
silly gestures for memory. Not more than that. So again, he grows tense at the amount of
notifications he's received. But he ignores it all and calls the person he's looking for.

It rings for a couple of dead silent seconds. Jimin's heart hammers in his chest, already highly
strung.

"Jimin?"

Jimin knows that feeling so well. The way butterflies flutter in his stomach at the voice calling out
his own name.

"Hey, Jungkook."

"Hey!"

Taehyung stares back at him, casually eating his chocolate as he inspects Jimin's actions. Jimin
rolls his eyes at him and gets up to his feet, trudging back to his room.

"I, um. I wanted to apologize for last time. I wasn't very polite."

It goes silent for a few seconds before Jungkook mutters, "I expected nothing more, Jimin. I do not
mind, though. I know you aren't feeling so great. I'm glad you allowed me to see you. That was
more than enough."

Jimin closes his eyes, "I want to see you again. If that's okay."

He listens to the way Jungkook's breath hitch; he doesn't even try to hide it after it's out. "Are you
sure?"

"Yeah, why not."

"I do not mind. I want to see you too."

"Can we meet out?" it feels like they're back to before they started dating, to when it was only
casual nights out and flirting. He doesn't mind though. "I've been dying to go out of the house and
get some fresh air."

"That's more than okay. Just tell me the time and I'll come to pick you up."

The next day Jimin finds himself at some cheap restaurant, just like he likes it. The place is
outdoors, the whiff of air hitting Jimin's face and freshening him up.

"I like this place." Jimin states.

Jungkook nods, digging into his plate of noodles. "I know you do."

Jimin feels nothing but longing. He wants to be the one to reach out, he knows Jungkook is waiting
for him. He understands that Jungkook is afraid of making the first move. But Jimin's scared too. Is
any of this even right?
"Aren't you going to eat?" Jungkook asks as he slurps on his soup.

It's when they're walking back to their parked car that Jimin feels Jungkook's tensed moves.

The way he stops to look down at him every now and then.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks him, raising a brow.

"Are lilies still your favorite?"

"What?" Jimin asks, only to stop himself when he realizes where they are.

Infront of them stands an individual shop, on its carts is several different types of flowers. He can
see jasmines, roses, tulips and peonies—and much more. Lilies are at the back, sitting alone.

Jimin looks at the place with maturing wonder. It's beautiful. The place itself looks magical. The
bright colors add light to Jimin's sight in a way he never thought he needed. He can feel the
goosebumps spreading on his skin.

"Still my favorite." Jimin confirms.

He doesn't bother wipe the visible tears away from his eyes when Jungkook buys him a full
bouquet of colorful lilies.

All it takes is two more weeks for Jimin to realize Jungkook won him over. They've been on a few
dates the last two weeks.

Jungkook took him to Bukhansan national park and to Seoul forest only because he said he wanted
some fresh air. And he's more than grateful.

But right now, Jimin is burning inside out. It's like Jungkook ignited a fire deep inside him and
Jimin can't help but look for his cure.

Jungkook is his cure. And he doesn't know why it took him so long to realize but ever since
Jungkook came back to his life, Jongin has been away from his mind.

Now he runs down the street, soaking wet from the unexpected rainy weather as he aims for
Jungkook's house. Their house.

It looks much smaller once he stops infront of it. The place looks like it shrank on itself. Maybe it's
been missing him too.

He doesn't waste anymore time as he steps closer. He leaves three knocks before he takes a step
back and waits there.

A sleepy Jungkook opens the door, but the sleep quickly wipes away when he sees Jimin facing
 him.

His lips part open. "What are you doing here?" he asks. "It's raining outside!"

A smile spreads on Jimin's lips as he stumbles closer and locks his lips with Jungkook's.

Jungkook tenses, eyes growing wide. But he melts just as quickly, falling in for the kiss, his palm
going up to hold Jimin's chin. Jimin keeps it innocent, only lips on lips, but it feels like an
unabridged make out with the way his stomach bursts with butterflies.

Jimin pulls back too soon for his own likings and says, "I wanted to say thank you for never
bringing the subject up. For not asking me if our relationship is over. I do know you were waiting
though. And believe me when I say I thought you would never want me back. But I still love you. I
want to be with you. And I know it won't be easy. I know we'll go through a lot of hardships, but I
also know that you will endure them all with me. I'm ready to go through anything as long as I'm
with you, Jungkook."

Jimin doesn't know if the liquid rolling down his cheeks is his own tears or the remains of the rain.
But Jungkook's tears are there for him to wipe off.

"I love you too."

They get a new house, Jimin asked for it because he wasn't comfortable with Jongin knowing his
address.

Jongin never fades away, and maybe he never will. But his picture in Jimin's mind blurs as time
passes by. As things upgrade with him and Jungkook, the less he feels the need to think about
Jongin anymore. And when he's sure he'll be able to endure the pressure, he gets his job back.

Jongin once mentioned that their relationship is so beautiful. But as the days go on, Jimin finds
himself laughing at the statement the more comfortable he grows with it. Because his and
Jungkook's relationship doesn't even compare.

”We're a match made in heaven.” Jongin once said to him.

And yeah, maybe he's right.

It's a match made in heaven, but too bad they were on earth.

Chapter End Notes

God bless Namjoon?? Also ITS HIS BIRTHDAY TODAYYYY

This is it, buddies. I am surprised, but I figured out I'm gonna miss this so bad. I've
worked hard on this, and ngl, I never planned for things to end up this way.
So I guess it's over now :((
I'm more than grateful for every single one of you that stuck around.
 And I appreciate the support so muchhhh

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Again, I'll miss you all.
I'm so happy I'm finally done with this. It was a great ride. And I hope you enjoyed
reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Have a great day/night, lovelies.
Take care, everyone! And be aware of strangers!! Some people do more fucked up shit
than Jongin did in this one.
This story is over, but I'll continue to write ;)
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