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Jimin always knows when he is going to come back around. He honestly doesn’t know how he does it, it’s just a feeling that washes over him every blue moon–a sinking feeling in his stomach, a small whisper in the back of his brain–a dream or two. And then, coincidentally, his internet goes out. He’s barely able to take any phone calls because the service around his apartment suddenly goes to shit, and if he listens well enough, he will overhear the security guards at the front desk talking about how the cameras have been acting wonky for the past few days.
Jimin listened a bit too good today. He’s hesitant to take the elevator up to his apartment, nervous that he will probably be sitting in his apartment like he fucking owns it, ruining whatever peace Jimin has acclimated in the past seven months they’ve went without talking.
He knows that’s all for show, deep down. Jungkook would never actually let him know peace without him. He doesn’t even let Jimin experience peace with him.
“Yeah, these cameras are just completely down. We’re going to have to call tech.” Jimin catches one of the security men huffing and puffing as he waits for the elevator. He swallows, clutching his sweater tighter across his chest. He doesn’t even attempt to look down at his phone. He’s sure he wouldn’t be able to get a text out to anyone, and Jungkook doesn’t have an actual phone, so it’s not like he got any heads up or anything.
A sigh leaves his lips as the elevator doors slide open. Jimin steps in, dread fully washing over him because he swears there’s a lingering scent of the cologne Jungkook likes to wear. This is horrible.
Jungkook picked the worst day, too.
Jimin’s tired. He just got off of his third back to back, overnight twelve hour shift at the hospital. He stinks, he has dried up throw up on the back of his scrubs from one of the kids he was tending to last night, his boss definitely wants him to pick up an extra shift next week, and some of the older nurses at work has been giving him shit all week. He’s tired. And he wants to sleep.
Jungkook is not going to let him sleep. Jimin isn’t going to want to sleep knowing that the man is just lounging around in his apartment like some type of crazed freak. Jimin lets his head fall back onto the wall of the elevator as the doors close, trying to let the soft hum of the elevator calm him–but it fails. The only thing that would calm him down from this was...well, Jungkook.
As much as Jimin would like to deny the fact that Jungkook was a safe place for him, he can’t.
He’s known Jungkook almost all of his life, went to the same middle school, same high school–they were inseparable. Almost high school sweethearts. Almost. Jimin never had the balls to confess back then and Jungkook was having way too much fun playing into all the other people who were clear about their feelings than trying to drag the words out of Jimin.
Which was fine. Jimin had moved on, had experienced other people. By the time Jimin was ready to tell Jungkook how his feelings had transcended ‘best friends’ Jungkook had basically fell off the face of Earth. Just suddenly stopped showing up to University, deleted all traces of his social media, everything. Not even his parents knew where he was, specifically. He was just gone. Working, is what his parents had told Jimin, but that genuinely wasn’t enough of an answer.
They didn’t talk for at least a year. And then, Jimin’s Wi-Fi suddenly stopped working in his dorm, his cell service stopped working, and his school had canceled all classes for a day for no real reason. When Jimin woke up after seeing the initial announcement of classes being canceled, Jungkook was staring at him from the floor, a smile etched onto his face, a new scar along his neck, and his hair cut into an ugly buzz cut.
Jimin had cried then, pushed the shit out of Jungkook while yelling at the top of his lungs, demanding explanations, but all Jungkook had did was laugh and wrap his arms around Jimin’s waist tightly, pressed soft lips onto his neck and murmured:
“I missed you too,”
His voice had changed. It was weird that he had went through so many changes in just a year.
He had gotten a little taller, broader–his voice deeper. He had muscles that definitely weren’t there before, and his eyes weren’t as bright as they used to be.
Jimin was just happy to have him back home, though. He melted into Jungkook’s touch the second those words left Jungkook’s mouth, and all the feelings he had been keeping to himself since he was in the eighth grade came pouring out of him.
Unfortunately.
Jungkook had laughed, told Jimin he knew and that the feelings were reciprocated. But that they couldn’t be together.
The beginning of their like six year situationship, with Jungkook coming and going whenever his stupid ass job allowed him to. Since it was so random, it almost always ruined whatever Jimin had going on in his life.
By the time the elevator doors were opening on his floor, Jimin was one hundred percent irritated. He was tired of this, he was tired of working, and he was tired of Jungkook’s ass. He’s not anxious anymore, just annoyed. He struggles with his keys for a moment when he gets to his door, and that only intensifies every bit of agitation coursing through his bones. The door opens with a click, and hesitantly, Jimin peeks his head in. There’s no sign of Jungkook. Everything looks exactly how he left it, lights off, everything in their respective spots, no other sounds that would lead him to believe someone else was home.
He lets out a sigh, dropping his bag at the front door like he always does. He kicks his shoes off as he locks the door behind himself, slips into his house slippers, and then flicks the light switches on. He pulls his top off over his head, maneuvering his way towards his room.
He misses the glass on his coffee table that he definitely did not put there.
He’s half asleep, almost falling onto the floor of his room once he gets inside. He throws his shirt into the hamper, pulling his bottoms off next, but he doesn’t put it in the hamper with the rest of his clothes. It needs special attention, with all the throw up and all.
A whistle comes from behind him, and for some reason he jumps even though he knew deep down Jungkook was lingering around somewhere. “Didn’t even get a hello, and I’m getting a show already.” Jungkook drawls in the way he always does. Jimin doesn’t have to turn around to know that Jungkook is probably leaned up on his doorframe with a smug smile on his face.
Jimin’s eyes roll. “Can you text before you come over here?” He bites out. “It’s annoying. You just pop up whenever.”
There’s a lull of silence, Jimin can feel Jungkook’s eyes running over his back side. “I can just stop coming if that would make things better for you. Hate to be such a nuisance, baby.”
Baby.
Jimin’s stomach feels warm. He fights back the blush trying to grow on his cheeks. He turns on his heels letting his eyes meet Jungkook’s. His breath immediately catches, as it almost always does whenever he lays his eyes on Jungkook for the first time in a while. A realization washes over him. He’s missed Jungkook, as much as he really doesn’t want to admit it. “I know you have a phone.” Jimin mutters. “Use it.”
Jungkook’s lips twitch up slightly, his eyes slowly looking over Jimin. His eyes linger a bit too long on his underwear. Jimin almost reaches down and covers himself. “I don’t.”
“Yes, you literally do. I’ve seen you use it before.”
“That’s for work.” Jungkook mutters. “Which I’ve told you like, hundreds of times before. I can’t have your number on that phone. And it’s a flip phone, Minnie, seriously.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. It’s true, they have had this conversation millions of times before, but that doesn’t make anything that Jimin just said less true. The least Jungkook could do was text him that he was swinging by. Jimin could put things in order that way. Jimin lets Jungkook disappear for months, doesn’t question him because Jungkook says he can’t say much, and almost always welcomes him back in slightly loving arms. The least Jungkook can do is text.
“Get another one.”
Jungkook pushes off the door frame, and from the look in his eyes, Jimin’s sure that this conversation is over. He doesn’t look all too interested in the conversation at all anymore, his brown eyes bouncing around the room as if he hasn’t already surveyed it in the time Jimin was gone. Jungkook steps closer, reaching his arms out hesitantly for Jimin. Hands curl around Jimin’s hips. Jimin feels weak in the knees already. He looks down, eyes scanning over Jungkook’s tattooed arms to make sure there aren’t any new scars.
Jimin doesn’t know much about Jungkook’s job at all, but he does know that when he first started, he was almost always hurt when he came to visit Jimin, a new scar in a new weird place. Jimin has learned to stop questioning it, but he never stops looking for them. He lets his eyes scan over Jungkook in concern, nothing jumps out at Jimin—but Jungkook is still mostly clothed. A tank top and black sweatpants. Jimin wonders if it would be weird to ask him to strip.
“I’m okay, Jimin. Unscathed. Promise.” Jungkook whispers reassuringly, pulling Jimin in closer. He presses his lips onto Jimin’s forehead, the soft kiss soothing the feelings of restlessness in his stomach. “I missed you.” Jungkook continues, his lips brushing slightly against his head. “So, so much, Minnie. I missed you so much.”
Jimin clenches his eyes closed, lets his arms wrap around Jungkook’s middle. He thinks he might be crushing Jungkook with how tightly he’s holding him, but he doesn’t care. He let’s his head nuzzle into Jungkook’s firm chest and holds on as tightly as he can. “I thought you died.” Jimin murmurs. “Your mom said she hadn’t heard from you in forever, and you apparently always send her something so she knows your still alive and—”
“Shh,” Jungkook whispers, pulling back a little so he can get a good look at Jimin’s face. He wipes the tears that Jimin hadn’t even realized had fallen from his eyes. He didn’t even get that prickly feeling. “Baby, I’m sorry I was just...I couldn’t reach out this time. But I’m okay. I swear. I won’t go this long without seeing you again.”
Jimin wants to scream. Jungkook hasn’t said anything like this before, but he still doesn’t have it in him to believe him. He can’t believe him. He’s in no place to. He doesn’t want to be let down, to hope for too much, just to get his feelings hurt when Jungkook falls through.
“Whatever.” He mutters.
“I’m serious.” Jungkook whispers. “I promise never this long again.”
“So how long until next time? Six months?” Jimin presses, eyebrow raised, even though he knows he shouldn’t. They’ve had this argument multiple times, and it always ends the same way. Jungkook telling him there’s nothing he can do and Jimin shutting up and letting Jungkook win their stupid argument.
Jungkook licks his lips. “I’m trying to...” He pauses, eyes scanning over Jimin hesitantly, as if he’s deciding if he should really tell him. “I’m trying to get out of everything. I’ve paid my dues so I should be able to be let go. Or at least lessen my schedule by a lot. I should be able to see you more often.”
Jimin pulls back. “Are you being serious? And what do you mean by trying? Just put in your notice.”
“It doesn’t work like that.” Jungkook sighs. “I don’t have a regular job.”
“I figured.” Jimin scoffs. “What kind of job has people disappearing for months at a time? You’re like an assassin or something.” Jungkook doesn’t usually falter in conversations. But he does then, blinks the surprise out of his eyes as Jimin’s words wash over him. Jimin’s eyebrows raise in shock, not really because Jungkook seems to actually be an assassin, but that he let this truth slip out so easily. “Are you actually?”
“I don’t want to lie to you, Minnie. Don’t ask me questions, please.”
Jimin sighs. It’s the same thing over and over again. This can’t be his life. He pulls away entirely, running a hand through his hair. “If you can’t be honest with me what’s the point of all of this? You can just leave.”
Jungkook stares at him silently, his eyes scanning over his face warily, as if he’s scared Jimin really means it. Which, he does, but. Not right now at this very moment. He can leave after Jimin’s breathed him in enough that he will still be able to smell him for days afterwards. After Jimin is finally able to get a good nights rest because he’s in the arms of Jungkook’s.
Jungkook clears his throat, then raises a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Take a shower, Jimin. I’ll get you some breakfast.” There’s a sort of finality to his tone that Jimin still has not gotten used to. Jungkook uses it whenever he’s done discussing things with Jimin these days. Jimin hates it so much. He thinks it drives him more crazy than Jungkook just disappearing from time to time.
Jimin’s eye twitches. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do, Jungkook.”
Jungkook laughs, “do you not want to shower? I’m assuming you had a long night.”
“Fuck you, Jungkook, you don’t get to come here and expect me to just bend over and do whatever the fuck you want me to. All I fucking ask you to do is to fucking talk to me at the very fucking least. And you can’t even do that? Are you kidding me?” Jimin spits. “I swear to fucking God, you might as well fucking leave.”
Jungkook blinks, one of his eyebrows raising. “I’m getting you breakfast. Take a fucking shower, and we can talk when I get back.” He scoffs, turning on his heels, “Jesus fucking Christ, I come back and the first thing you do is fucking bitch at me.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Oh my God. I’m being dead ass. Leave me the fuck alone, you piece of shit. You can’t just disrupt my life whenever the fuck you feel like.”
“D’you want haejangguk?” Jungkook asks, but he’s already walking out of the room, as if he could care less. “Or maybe we can go American. You want waffles?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You’re so fucking angry. I’ll get you the haejangguk. There’s a good spot around the corner. I had it last time I was waiting for you.”
Jimin lets out a groan of frustration, grabbing the nearest thing—which happens to be a shirt from his hamper, and throws it at the back of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook stops mid step and Jimin watches his whole body move with the exhale he lets out. “Sorry.” Jimin whispers, just as Jungkook’s calm voice fills the room.
“Get in the fucking shower, Jimin. I’ll be back.”
“Fine, but when you come back, we’re talking.”
“Didn’t I say when I come back we’ll talk?” Jungkook says lowly. Jimin can hear annoyance starting to seep into Jungkook’s words. It would hurt Jimin’s feelings if he wasn’t so fucking annoyed himself. He lets out a tired breath, shrugging in defeat.
“Whatever.”
Jungkook stands there for a little while longer, like he’s trying to calm down, or maybe he’s trying to figure if Jimin is really going to listen this time. Eventually, he walks off, disappears down the hallway. A second later, Jimin hears the front door open and close.
Jimin stands there in the middle of his room in nothing but his underwear and exhaustion, chest rising and falling hard. His entire body aches. His feet hurt, his head hurts, and now Jungkook’s back after seven fucking months acting like he can waltz back in like everything is normal.
Jimin groans loudly, dragging both hands down his face before stumbling towards the bathroom. The light burns his eyes when he flicks it on, and he flinches once he sees his reflection. He looks horrible. There’s dark circles under his eyes, his blonde hair sticking up in every direction imaginable. There’s a faint stain on the side of his neck from where one of the kids had grabbed him with sticky hands earlier.
Ew.
Jimin braces both palms against the sink and stares at himself in the mirror, thinking about the conversation he just unfortunately endured. Jungkook hadn’t even denied the whole assassin comment, he had just stared at Jimin uncomfortably—told him to not ask questions.
What if Jungkook genuinely was an assassin? What would Jimin do? And, it makes sense. Why else would Jungkook disappear for months on end? It explains why he comes back all weird, with new scars, and a far away look in his eyes.
But fuck, no way Jungkook would actually kill someone. There’s no way the boy he grew up with, the boy he loved was doing anything like that.
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut. “This is insane.” It was insane for him to entertain the thought, it was insane for him to even think that Jungkook had gotten himself involved in something like that. He would never. He sighs, reaching over to turn the water for the shower on.
The water takes forever to warm up, and Jimin spends all that time trying to figure out how he was going to get an actual answer from Jungkook, and then trying to decide if that was really something he wanted. Maybe Jungkook’s been doing him a favor by keeping him in the dark all this time.
Jimin’s shoulders immediately relax once the hot water hits him. For the first few minutes of his shower, he tries not to think about Jungkook and what all of this would mean if any of it were true, but he eventually gives up, lets the thoughts and possibilities run over him as he washes the grime of his twelve hour shift off of his body.
Eventually, he forces himself to turn the water off. He dries himself off slowly, exhaustion sinking deeper into his bones now that the adrenaline from seeing Jungkook is wearing off. By the time he pulls on a pair of underwear and an oversized shirt, he can hear movement in the apartment again.
He’s not scared, he knows it’s Jungkook, but he tenses up anyways. There’s the sound of plastic bags rustling, cabinet doors opening, and then a sound of a pot clattering to the floor, and Jimin has no choice but to make his presence known. He hangs his towel up and makes his way into the kitchen.
Jungkook was standing in the middle of the kitchen, rummaging through Jimin’s cabinets. There was a huge container of soup sitting on the counter, along with some side dishes. “Where’d you put your bowls?” Jungkook asks without Jimin even announcing himself.
Jimin ignores how weird that is, and instead answers what was asked of him. “They’re in the dishwasher. Haven’t been able to unload them yet.”
Jungkook hums, turning from the cabinets. He chances a look at Jimin, his eyes scanning over him, before he maneuvers his way over to the dishwasher. “I’ll do it for you once you fall asleep.”
Jimin hates that he’s so fucking helpful when he comes by. It makes its harder to ask him to leave. “Thanks,” Jimin says shortly. “Why’d you get so much?” Jimin asks, pointing towards the container of haejangguk. It was so huge, Jimin could probably live off it for three days.
Jungkook shrugs. “You eat like shit when I’m gone.” Jimin scoffs automatically, but weakly. Because, well. It’s true. But who is Jungkook to point that out. “Sit on the couch, I’ll come bring everything.”
Despite everything in his soul telling him not to listen, he does anyway. He deserves to be pampered and taken care of every once in a while, and Jungkook is always happy to give him that. Jimin lets his body sink into the cushions of the couch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
When he opens his eyes again, there’s steaming bowls and a bunch of side dishes littering the coffee table. Jungkook spawns out of nowhere with a slightly wet spoon in hand. He takes a seat next to Jimin, their knees brushing each others.
“Can I feed you?” Jungkook asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“I’m not a baby.” Jimin says petulantly, but he’s noticed that Jungkook only brought one spoon anyway.
“You’re my baby, hyung, you know this.”
Jimin inhales sharply. “Wow, that’s the first time you’ve called me that in years.”
Jungkook smiles, reaching over to push blonde strands off of Jimin’s forehead. “Know how much you like it. Really trying to soften you up here.”
Jimin scoffs. “You’re sick.”
“I just don’t like it when you’re mad at me. We don’t have that much time together, you know?
Jimin sighs. Let it go or be a bitch? Let it go or be a bitch? Yeah, there really wasn’t much need of a debate. “I mean I wonder why the fuck that is, Jungkook?”
Jungkook doesn’t seem bothered by the sudden hostility. Instead he leans over and grabs the bowl of the soup he got them. “Open up,” he says softly, holding the spoon in front of Jimin’s mouth.
“Jungkook, why can’t you just—”
Jungkook stuffs a spoonful into Jimin’s mouth, a smile on his face. “I have obligations, Jimin,” Jungkook says once Jimin swallows the spoonful. “I don’t have the liberty to request days off, nor do I have the ability to just not go in and come visit you. I really wish I could. You don’t know how much I miss you when I’m gone Jimin.”
He says it so calmly, it’s kind of off putting. He dips the spoon back into the bowl, making sure to get meat on the spoon this time before he brings it back up to Jimin’s mouth. “I think about you everyday, Minnie. I promise.”
Jimin pouts. “Just thinking isn’t enough. You know I need you here. You keep just coming and going whenever you want. It’s not fair.”
Jungkook stares at him for a moment. “Do you want me to stop coming?”
Jimin stares at him, unsure of how to respond. Jungkook knows the answer to this. The last thing he wants is for Jungkook to stop showing up. He loves Jungkook. He just needs more communication. “That’s not fair.” Jimin whispers.
Jungkook eyebrows knit together. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Jimin. I’m trying my best.”
If this is his best, Jimin definitely never wants to see his worst. An uncomfortable feeling makes its way down from his chest to his stomach, his lips involuntarily turning down into a frown.
“I’m not hungry.” Jimin says abruptly, getting up from his spot on the couch.
Jungkook frowns, watching Jimin walk past him. “You barely even ate, hyung.”
“This conversation has ruined my appetite.” Jimin mutters, not even turning to give him the decency of eye contact. Jimin makes his way towards his room, ignoring the sound of Jungkook putting the food down and following Jimin.
“If we don’t talk it’s a problem. We talk it’s a problem. I don’t fucking understand you.” Jungkook huffs, obviously starting to get frustrated. “Did you even eat lunch at work last night? This is ridiculous, you need to eat.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, it’s a fucking problem when we talk when you give me bullshit ass answers.”
“I’m sorry but you’re entitled to a conversation, period, not a conversation that you will enjoy. I’m sure you knew you wouldn’t appreciate anything I had to say before we even started talking.” Jungkook snaps, frustration seeping into his words. “I’m sorry but I cannot craft a world where everything goes the way you want it to. Lord knows I would love to, Jimin, but I can’t. There are things bigger than you and me!”
It feels like Jimin’s blood is on fire. He turns on his feet swiftly, cheeks hot from anger, his eyes zoned in on Jungkook. “I’m not fucking asking you to be bigger than whatever the fuck is controlling your pathetic life. I’m asking you to fucking talk to me. To not go fucking seven months without saying shit. For you to act like you give a fuck about me. Do you know how ridiculous it is for me to be fucking twenty-six sitting around waiting for you to come around? Instead of moving on with my fucking life. You mean to tell me I’ve been waiting around for a pathetic ass I can’t give you what you want? Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Oh my God,” Jungkook groans. He lets out a sort of strangled noise, clasping his fingers together in what Jimin assumes is a way to calm himself down. “I’m fucking telling you I’m going to do better. This is not going to fucking happen again.”
Jimin laughs, he doesn’t mean to sound as mocking as he does, but he can’t help it. “Jungkook, do you fucking hear yourself? You can’t even promise me that you could come back here once a month consistently. You won’t even fucking text me at the fucking least.”
“Jimin, what does I cannot safely text you fucking mean to you?” Jungkook spits, taking a step closer to Jimin. There’s venom dripping from his words, clear anger swarming in his eyes. “You’re not a fucking idiot. Are you an idiot Jimin?”
Jimin’s jaw pops. “I’m not fucking stupid, don’t talk to me like I am.”
“So why are simple concepts going through one ear and out the other?” Jungkook presses. “When I’m not here, I’m not fucking skipping through gardens and twiddling my fingers. I’m going through real fucking shit. When I say I can’t text you, I can’t.”
Jimin pulls back, straightening up a bit. This argument has reached places they have not been before, pushing Jimin to say things he doesn’t mean, but he can’t help it. Jungkook knows how tot get under his skin, and he’s there, poking at him. So, he pulls back. He stops reacting, puts on the facade of a calm mature twenty-six year old, and instead says the most fucked up thing he can think of in the moment. “Okay. I will just find someone who can.”
Jimin sees Jungkook react in slow motion. Jungkook blinks, and then his eyes are shooting open wide with some sort of crazed look. His jaw clenches, and he’s reaching out for Jimin’s wrist. “Stop fucking playing with me, Jimin.”
Jimin yanks his wrist back, taking a few steps backwards towards his room. “I’m not playing. If you can’t give me what—”
“Shut the fuck up, oh my God, stop saying it.” Jungkook snaps. With every backward step Jimin takes, Jungkook follows. His eyes are trained in on Jimin, a look on his face Jimin has never before seen. It’s kind of scary…slightly on the edge of being hot but Jimin’s too pissed to consider that. “You know how much I love you. And how much that would hurt me.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “I’m sure with the next seven months you spend away you will find a way to move on.”
“You think I want this?” Jungkook asks, his voice breaking slightly. “You think I want to go this long without seeing you? Without taking care of you? Without being able to hold you? Or smell you? You think I want this, hyung?”
“Then change things. You’re a grown ass man.” Jimin bites out, tripping over his feet as he makes his way past the threshold of his room. Jungkook doesn’t move to help him, but his eyes track his every move.
“Cause life is just that easy, huh?” Jungkook asks quietly, following Jimin into the room. “You don’t think I’ve tried to just walk away?”
Jimin shrugs like he doesn’t care, as if his pulse wasn’t pounding against his throat. “You would think you’re good at it with how easy it is for you to walk away from me.”
“That’s not the same and you know it.” Jungkook snaps, just as the back of Jimin’s knees hit the edge of his bed.
“Right. Sorry. I forgot that everything else in your life is apparently bigger and more important than me.”
For a second, neither of them speak. The tension sitting between them feels so thick Jimin can barely breathe around it. Jungkook’s chest rises slowly, eyes fixed on Jimin like he’s calculating his next move. Like he’s trying to figure out how much Jimin really believes those words.
Then he speaks, voice quiet. “Baby, you know that’s not true.”
Jimin hates that voice. Hates when jungkook gets soft in the middle of arguments like he isn’t the cause for all of this. As if every sentence he’s thrown at Jimin today hadn’t torn him apart. As if he isn’t the reason Jimin’s life hasn’t been put on pause for years.
“It is.” Jimin whispers, his eyes burning from the tears threatening to fall. “You’re not—”
Jimin is abruptly cut off by Jungkook’s strong hands firmly gripping around Jimin’s hips, pulling him in close. Jimin’s breath catches in his throat but he calms down at the familiar feeling of Jungkook’s firm grip on him. “Jimin, I love you.” Jungkook says softly, pressing closer. Jungkook dips his head until his face is pressed into Jimin’s neck.
He breathes Jimin in, and lets out a shaky breath afterwards. His grip around Jimin’s hips slightly tremble, but Jimin doesn’t pull back. He tilts his head slightly, makes it easier for Jungkook to smell him, or whatever the hell he was doing in his neck. Jungkook hums softly, his soft lips pressing against Jimin’s neck. “I missed you so much, Minnie,” he whispers, “did you miss me too?”
Jimin shudders at the hot breath fanning his neck, and then cringes at how easily he seems to be folding under Jungkook’s touch. “No,” Jimin lies, straight through his teeth.
From the way Jungkook snickers, he’s more than aware of the fact that it’s a lie too. “Mm, you sure?”
“Positive. And it doesn’t matter because we’re in the middle of a conversation. An important one. You don’t think it’s important?”
Jungkook pulls back slightly. “You’re hell bent on misunderstanding me. You get all grumpy like this when you miss me and shit. I think you need to get your fill before we try to discuss anything of importance.”
Jimin blanches. “Get my fill? And I didn’t miss you!”
Jungkook ignores him, lips pressing onto Jimin’s sensitive neck. Jimin tries his hardest not to react, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to stop a whimper from leaving his lips when Jungkook’s teeth graze along the skin.
“Can I at least show you how much I missed you?” Jungkook asks softly, lips brushed right up against Jimin’s ear, his fingers digging into Jimin’s sides.
Now, Jimin has never considered himself strong when it came to Jungkook. He has always had a hard time denying this man what he wants, which is exactly why they’re where they are now. Six years into a relationship where neither one of them know where it’s going. But.
Sometimes, Jungkook knows exactly what to say to make Jimin’s already weak resolve break. Unfortunately, this is one of these times.
Jimin doesn’t know who moves first, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if it was him. All he knows is that finally, Jungkook’s soft lips are pressed against his. That his firm hands are reaching under Jimin’s thighs and picking him up. After months of wondering if he will ever be able to experience this again, he is.
He’s so relieved, he melts right into it. He moans as Jungkook somehow holds him closer, as Jungkook’s tongue makes its way into Jimin’s mouth. Jimin moans at being able to taste him, to feel him. After months of wishing he could have this back, after months of hoping he would be able to experience it again.
He thinks he gets a little feral.
“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s chin. He grips it tightly, kissing him harder.
“Baby,” Jungkook says in between kisses, “calm down baby, we’ve got all morning.”
Jimin would hit him if he wasn’t at a clear disadvantage—legs wrapped around Jungkook’s middle, Jungkook easily holding him. “This is all I’m going to get for the next few months.” He whines petulantly. “Need more.”
“I’ll give it to you, baby, slow down.” Jungkook coos. “So cute. I knew you missed me.”
“Shut up.” Jimin hisses.
This time, Jimin for sure initiates the kiss. He leans down, slotting their lips together with hopes of taking Jungkook’s soul through his mouth. In hopes that this kiss will fundamentally change how Jungkook views things, and he will choose to stay with Jimin. That he won’t go and leave him for months on end again.
Jungkook meets him with the same kind of desperate intensity, a soft moan escaping his lips as their tongues brush against each other’s. Before Jimin knows it, he’s being set down on the bed, Jungkook following soon after.
“I missed you.” Jungkook whispers, reaching out for the hem of Jimin’s shirt. “I missed us so much.” Jimin’s stomach gets all warm. He decides to believe it this time.
“I missed you too,” it falls past his swollen lips without his permission, but he means it. A small smile grows on Jungkook’s lips, and then he’s tugging Jimin’s shirt off, exposing Jimin’s lithe body. Jungkook’s hands shake as they run over him, eyes hungry. “Stop looking at me like that.” Jimin murmurs, pressing his legs together.
“Can’t.” Jungkook breathes, “you’re just so damn pretty, baby. I can’t believe it.”
Heat floods Jimin’s cheeks. “Shut up.”
“You are,” Jungkook doubles down before reaching for his own tank-top and tugging it off. “Can’t believe it’s been seven months…I feel crazy.”
At the reminder, Jimin takes in a shuddered breath. It’s been so long, Jimin forgot how Jungkook feels inside of him. How intense it feels, how it’s almost never enough. How even days afterwards, he can still feel Jungkook in him.
Does he really want to do this? Does he really want to send himself through another month of yearning and reminiscing while Jungkook’s out doing God knows what?
Jungkook doesn’t give him enough to decide. His lips are back on his neck, sucking and biting marks onto the otherwise clear skin. His hands are roaming Jimin’s body, clutching on to him as if he’s scared to let go. Jungkook’s kisses trail up his neck to his jaw and Jimin melts right into them, turning his face so he can press his lips onto Jungkook’s himself.
Jungkook maneuvers them so Jimin was straddling his lap. Jimin sinks into his spot with a soft whine, pressing against the growing hard on in Jungkook’s sweatpants. Jimin can feel Jungkook twitching against him. It only causes him to press down harder, glide his hips against him in hopes of releasing some tension for the both of them. He moans into Jungkook’s mouth when Jungkook kicks his own hips up, searching for more friction.
“Take these off,” Jimin whines, pulling at the waistband of Jungkook’s sweats.
“Wait.”
“No,” Jimin huffs, “all I’ve been doing is waiting.”
Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle. “Then you can wait a little more.” He lays back, lets his head hit the pillows littering against the head of Jimin’s bed. His hands run up Jimin’s thighs, fingers digging into the supple skin. “Want you to sit on my face.”
Jimin whines as an immediate response, grinding down onto Jungkook’s dick in hopes of being able to properly feel it against his clit. “Please,” he whispers, “I want it.”
“I know, baby,” Jungkook coos, his fingers hooking beneath the leg band of Jimin’s panties. He pulls at them, and Jimin immediately gets up on his knees to help Jungkook take them off.
There’s excitement bubbling through his stomach, lust coursing through his veins. It’s been so long since someone else has touched him that he’s sure he’s going to cum the second Jungkook wraps his mouth around his clit, but he doesn’t even care. “Can I now?” Jimin whispers, voice soft.
Jungkook shifts a bit, getting more comfortable. “Yeah, come on.” Jungkook helps guide him, even though Jimin doesn’t need any help. He knows exactly where to position himself, but he lets himself enjoy Jungkook’s firm hands on the back of his thighs.
He hovers over Jungkook’s face, smiling down at him. There’s clear want in Jungkook’s eyes, and making him wait for it feels like Jimin is putting up some type of fight. Doesn’t make him feel as easy as he usually does. “Beg for it,” he’s pushing his limits, they both know it.
Jungkook arches an eyebrow, the knowledge that Jimin probably wants this more than he does hanging in the air. It doesn’t help that Jungkook has rarely ever opened his mouth to beg for anything between them. He just takes, and Jimin gives constantly. “Minnie, just let me take care of you.” Jungkook eventually says, voice tired. “Stop playing.”
“‘M not playing.” Jimin murmurs. “Want you to beg for it.”
Jimin holds eye contact with Jungkook for a long moment. He knows there’s a chance Jungkook will just pull Jimin’s hips down until he’s suffocating underneath him, but a part of Jimin really hopes that Jungkook will give him this one thing. That they can at least compromise here.
Jungkook lets out a slow breath. And then, he speaks, voice all whiny and broken. Jimin thinks his pussy pulses in response. “Baby, please, let me eat your pussy. I’m sorry, I was gone so long. I’m sorry. I want to taste you so bad. Please, let me. Please.” The last please makes it sound like Jungkook’s going to cry.
Jimin can feel wetness gushing out of him. “Fuck,” he whispers, staring down at Jungkook, who had been staring up at him with teary eyes the second Jimin told him to beg.
“Jimin, please.” Jungkook continues on. “Please, please, please. Just sit on my face. I won’t do it again. I promise I’ll make you feel good. Please, hyung. I want it—I want you so bad—”
Jimin cuts him off, pressing his pussy against Jungkook’s soft lips. Jungkook moans immediately on contact, his hands gripping around Jimin’s thighs as he rocks his face into Jimin’s pussy, smearing his wetness all over his mouth, slightly on his nose. Jimin lets out a soft groan, watching Jungkook’s eyes roll back, watching him take in a deep inhale.
“Stop it, you freak.” Jimin tries to sound intimidating, but his words have no bite to them. “You’re supposed to eat it.”
“Mmm,” it’s all Jungkook says in response, still stuffing his face in between Jimin’s legs. Jimin sinks his hands into the long wavy strands of Jungkook’s hair, and pulls him back. “Stop,” Jungkook whines, his eyes fluttering open.
“Eat it.” Jimin demands.
“‘M gonna,” Jungkook pleads. “Stop, let me—”
“Open your mouth.” Jimin orders, and Jungkook does immediately. His face is wet from Jimin’s slick, smeared all over his mouth. Jimin has to bite back a moan as Jungkook lets his tongue out, silently begging Jimin to sit on it. Jimin slowly lowers himself back down, moaning once he gets close enough and Jungkook is able to lick a long stripe up Jimin’s pussy. They both groan on contact, but Jungkook’s might be louder.
“Fuck,” Jungkook moans, and then he’s licking again, letting his tongue circle Jimin’s clit slowly, softly. Jimin lets out a choked whine, pressing down harder against Jungkook’s mouth. He raises a finger to his nipple, twisting and pulling at the sensitive buds as Jungkook finally starts doing something with his mouth.
Jungkook takes his time taking Jimin apart, as if he’s savoring it more than actually wanting to get Jimin off. It’s a little frustrating. Every time Jimin presses down harder onto Jungkook’s face, Jungkook pulls back a bit, if he grinds his hips, Jungkook digs his fingers into his hips so harshly he has no choice but to stop.
Jimin does not get the quick nut he so desperately wants, not with how slowly Jungkook is lapping at him. Instead, it builds slowly, forms in his stomach all hot and moves its way through his body. He tightens up when Jungkook sucks his clit into his mouth repeatedly—but slowly, of course.
“Fuck, Kookie,” Jimin gasps, falling over Jungkook slightly. He places his hands on either side of Jungkook’s head to hold himself up, weakly trying to fuck his clit into Jungkook’s mouth in hopes of him cumming faster. “I’m close, hyungie.” His cheeks heat up at using the honorific with Jungkook, but he knows he likes it—and he’s desperate to cum.
Jungkook moans into Jimin’s pussy, but he doesn’t add any urgency to his movements—which is annoying. Jimin is embarrassing himself, calling Jungkook hyung, and he still doesn’t care. Still lazily sucks Jimin’s clit into his mouth. Jimin lets out a noise of frustration, his eyes getting with tears. “Please,” he says softly, voice broken, “please let me cum, hyung. I want it.”
Jungkook doesn’t speed up or make things easier for Jimin at all, but Jimin ends up curling over his body anyway, his own body shaking through the orgasm. He moans loudly, hips grinding down onto Jungkook’s mouth, pussy clenching around nothing, slick gushing out of him and onto Jungkook’s face.
The orgasm makes it worse.
“Fuck,” he groans, grinding down harder onto Jungkook’s tongue. He’s barely through the first orgasm, but he’s rutting down against Jungkook like he’s ready for more. He is ready for more. “Kookie, more.” He whines, frustrated.
Jungkook hums in response. He twirls his tongue around Jimin’s sensitive clit before he’s letting it slide down to his opening, and pressing in. Jimin’s breath catches, a long, winded moan leaving his mouth as Jungkook fucks his tongue in and out of Jimin. “Oh God, oh fuck.”
Jimin rides Jungkook’s tongue like a desperate virgin, like he’s never had anything in him ever. His legs shake and it gets harder to do it, but Jungkook just helps him, forces his tongue deeper inside of Jimin each time. Jungkook’s hand comes down against Jimin’s ass cheek, and Jimin yelps—which turns into a moan when Jungkook’s tongue sinks in deeper.
He throws his head back, rutting against Jungkook’s mouth until he’s cumming again. The orgasm is tiring. Jimin can’t stop shaking, and he feels too sensitive to ride it out, almost immediately pushing himself off of Jungkook so he can lay on his side while the aftershocks wrack through him.
He can feel Jungkook moving behind him as his body twitches. His hands run up the sides of Jimin’s body. A hand comes down on Jimin’s ass cheek again, and then a little grunt leaves Jungkook’s mouth. “Tasted so good, baby.” He murmurs.
Jimin knows what’s coming next without having to ask. He gets man handled, forced onto his hands and knees. Jungkook spreads his legs wide enough to fit in between him, and then his strong hands are spreading his ass cheeks open. Jimin’s hole blinks up at Jungkook, and Jimin automatically tries to press his legs closed. “Aht, aht.” Jungkook’s tone is full of warning, and all Jimin can do is whine in response. “Let hyung look at you, baby.”
Jimin moans, his stomach getting all warm with embarrassment. “Shut up.”
“You would think I ate the attitude out of you.” Jungkook says softly, his hand smacking down on Jimin’s ass cheek. “Guess I just have to fuck it out of you, huh? Missed me that much?”
Jimin lets out a shaky breath, his cheek pressed against his cool sheets. “Give me a minute.”
“Why?” Jungkook murmurs, his thumb brushing over Jimin’s asshole. Jimin immediately tenses up, and all Jungkook has in response is a soft chuckle. This fucking dick. “I think you’re ready for me.” Jungkook mumbles. Two fingers press their way into Jimin’s pussy without warning. Jimin can hear the squelch of the fingers fucking into his wet pussy. He thinks it makes him wetter. His body betrays him immediately, thighs parting wider as his back bows. He even starts fucking back onto the two fingers inside of him.
“You’re kind of loose.” Jungkook murmurs, stretching his fingers out. “Have you let someone else touch you here?” He asks, softly, tone completely opposite of the question he’s asking. He hooks his fingers down, the pads of his fingers gliding against that sweet spot.
Jimin shudders, his mouth opening with a silent moan as he pushes back onto the fingers in hopes of more. Jungkook smacks his ass again. “I asked you a question.”
“No, no, no, no.” Jimin shakes his head. “No one else, hyung, just you.”
“Cause this pussy is mine right?” Jungkook questions, picking the pace up with his fingers. He makes sure to hit that sweet spot every time his fingers fuck in, rendering Jimin speechless. Jimin nods dumbly, hips still still fucking back onto Jungkook’s fingers. “Answer when I ask you a question.” Jungkook says gently, his fingers slowing down.
“It’s yours, it’s yours.” Jimin cries in frustration. “I promise no one else but you.”
Jimin can hear the smile in Jungkook’s voice when he speaks next. “I’m gonna fill this pussy up, baby.” His pulls his fingers out, and Jimin can hear him taking his pants off. “‘M gonna get you pregnant. So you can’t leave me like you’ve been threatening. Want me to?”
Jimin feels like he’s being mocked from the slight laughter in Jungkook’s words. “Fuck you,” Jimin mutters. “I’m not having your kid when you can’t even fucking take care of me.”
Jungkook scoffs. “I take care of you.”
“Yeah, because seven months of radio silence is fucking take care of me.” Jimin argues, his horniness starting to subside to agitation.
Jungkook presses closer, his dick resting against Jimin’s pussy lips. He grinds himself through the sopping wetness, his breath hitching behind Jimin. “When I’m here, I take care of you.” Jungkook mutters, “and when I’m gone, I make sure nothing harms you.” He pulls back slightly, and then the head of his dick is teasing Jimin’s entrance. Jimin lets out a breath of relief, too concerned with finally getting the feeling of Jungkook filling him up again to be worried about whatever bullshit Jungkook was saying.
“Just fucking put it in, Jungkook.”
“Oh, it’s Jungkook now?” Jungkook laughs, “what happened to hyung?”
Jimin doesn’t respond, his eyes fluttering closed in annoyance. Instead, he pushes his hips back onto Jungkook, letting out a soft moan when the tip finally makes its way inside. Jimin melts into his sheets, soft whines and keens falling from his lips as he sinks further down onto Jungkook’s length.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything, he lets Jimin take what he wants which is weird and maybe even a sign that Jimin should stop while he’s ahead, but he can’t. He had missed Jungkook in him so much. He had missed being this close to him. He wishes he could fold himself up and fit himself into Jungkook’s heart. Wishes he could morph into his skin.
“Ahh,” Jimin whines when his ass touches Jungkook’s hips and he has nowhere else to go. One of his hands clutches at his stomach. “Fuck, you’re so deep, hyung.”
“Mm,” Jungkook murmurs. “You’re so desperate today. Just taking whatever you want.” Jungkook’s hands run down Jimin’s back.
“You won’t give it to me otherwise.” Jimin huffs, pulling a few inches off of his dick, just to sink right back down. “Need it, hyungie, please.”
“Please, what?” Jungkook questions, leaning over Jimin’s body. He litters kisses up Jimin’s spine.
“Please, fuck me.” Jimin whispers, still moving back and forth on the twitching member inside of him. “Please, please, please. I need it.”
“I mean you’re taking it already.” Jungkook laughs, his lips suddenly way too close to Jimin’s ear. “Make yourself cum, then. Since I can’t give it to you, apparently.”
From how Jungkook has crowded over Jimin, it’s harder for him to move, but Jimin refuses to let Jungkook think he wouldn’t be able to make himself cum. He was obviously trying to be funny. So, Jimin takes in a deep breath and starts moving with a bit more purpose. He lets Jungkook’s hands roam his body, whines when his fingers brush against his nipples.
“That’s it baby,” Jungkook says softly. “Fuck, you’re so wet, too. Feels so good. D’you feel good baby?”
“Fuck, yes.” Jimin cries, clenching down around Jungkook, hips still rocking backwards onto his dick. His hips shake the closer he gets.
“I can feel you getting close, baby.” Jungkook encourages, “go ahead, cum all over this dick. Make a mess on it. You deserve it baby. Fuck, I love this pussy. No one will ever compare to this.”
Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, his breath leaving him in dramatic gasps as Jungkook continues to murmur filth directly into his ear, telling him how tight his pussy is, how wet he is, how he can’t wait to feel him make a mess. Jimin’s eyes roll back, his pussy clenching around Jungkook tightly. A loud moan forces its way out of Jimin’s throat, and just as Jimin is about to fall over the edge, Jungkook abruptly pulls out and away.
“Hyung,” Jimin cries, tears of frustration falling from his eyes. A weak sob leaves his lips as he falls down onto the bed fully. His fingers curl helplessly into the sheets.
Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh and it’s enough to set Jimin’s blood on fire. Instead of screaming like he wants to, more tears fall from his eyes. “Aw, baby,” Jungkook teases, gripping Jimin’s hips and flipping him over with ease. Jimin immediately moves to cover his face, wiping the tears that were just streaming from his face. “I’m sorry, aw, don’t cry.”
Jimin groans in annoyance. “Shut up, Jungkook.”
“See,” Jungkook pouts. “I can’t even be nice and give you want because you’re so rude.”
“Jungkook-ah, make me cum, or I swear to God you’re never touching me again.”
Jungkook smiles at the threat. Maybe he doesn’t believe Jimin, or maybe he wanted Jimin to get all pushy and demand things. Sometimes he likes that. All Jimin knows is that whatever it is, it gets Jimin what he wants. His legs are hooked over Jungkook’s shoulders and then Jungkook is sinking into him slowly.
Jungkook starts out with a slow pace, slowly building Jimin up to where he was before. He’s still murmuring things that would have Jimin blushing in embarrassment otherwise, but right now it’s fine. Right now it makes his stomach clench with need, makes his pussy hug around Jungkook’s dick a little tighter, makes him a little wetter.
“Hngh, I’m close,” Jimin moans, almost scared to even tell him, hoping that Jungkook is nice and gives him what he wants.
Jungkook’s pace doesn’t stutter, in fact it might’ve gotten a little faster, he might be sliding in deeper, rolling his hips a little smoother. Jimin’s legs start to shake from their position around Jungkook’s shoulders, but Jungkook ignores it, keeps fucking into Jimin like it was what the was meant to do. “That’s it baby, let it out.”
“Oh my God,” Jimin moans, reaching out for a pillow to cover his face. Jimin sinks his teeth into the pillow the second it reaches his face, his body tensing up as he cums all over Jungkook’s dick. He shakes, screaming into the pillow. Jungkook keeps fucking into him, groaning about how wet Jimin is, and how good he feels cumming around him—and it sends Jimin higher. In the back of Jimin’s head, Jimin starts to rationalize Jungkook’s actions. For this kind of orgasm every once in a while, he thinks he’s okay with letting Jungkook come and go. It’s not like he’s really hurting from this anyway. And Jungkook said he’d do better. He’s going to do better.
“Shit, baby,” Jungkook whines, “I love you so much.”
It’s impossible to come down from such an intense orgasm with Jungkook fucking into him as if he wasn’t already cumming, let alone him confessing how much he loves him in the middle of it. Jimin tries to stop shaking but he can’t. Suddenly it feels like Jungkook is reaching deeper than before.
“Oh, fuck,” Jimin moans, pushing the pillow off of his face and attempting to scoot backwards and away from Jungkook.
Jungkook follows. “You can take it,” he says encouragingly. “This is what you wanted, right? You wanted to cum, right?” He teases, thrusts getting meaner.
Jimin’s head lulls back, his eyes crossing as he tries to close his legs, but Jungkook just grips around the back of his thighs and forces them open, digging deep into him, carving his way through his pussy. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” Jimin can barely hear himself over how wet he is, the squelching sound of Jungkook fucking himself into Jimin.
Jungkook’s hips stutter with the tell-tale sign of an orgasm, and Jimin lets out some sort of sob of relief. Jungkook leans overs Jimin, slotting their lips together even though Jimin can barely kiss at this point. The kiss is wet, sloppy, a little salty from the tears falling from Jimin’s eyes. “M gonna cum,” Jungkook whispers, “fuck, I’m gonna cum in this pussy.”
Jimin moans, purposely clenching down onto Jungkook’s length. “Please, inside, inside.”
“Fuck, ‘m gonna—fuck, I love you. I love you. I love you so much,” Jungkook whines, his voice breaking off into a sob before one final thrust. He sinks in as far as he can, nuzzling his head into the crook of Jimin’s neck. Jimin lets out a soft whine as Jungkook shoots ropes after ropes of cum into him, his body shuddering with another orgasm.
He wraps his arms around Jungkook, lets his hands sink into the damp with sweat hair. “I love you more.” He murmurs as they catch their breath, Jungkook’s hips still twitching with his orgasm.
They lay in silence as they recover from their orgasms, the horny haze lifting off of the both of them. Jimin wonders if it would be a bad time to bring everything up all over again. He still hasn’t gotten any answers.
But he’s tired. He’s tired of the confusion. And yeah, the sex is good, but this isn’t something they can keep up long term.
“Fuck,” Jungkook exhales. “I’m going to pull out.” Jimin nods in response. Jungkook slowly pulls out, hissing as Jimin involuntarily clenches down around him. Jimin lets out a soft whimper as Jungkook’s dick exits him, the cum following shortly after him.
“I forgot how weird it feels.” Jimin giggles, letting one of his arms fall over his face. “Eat it out.”
Jungkook’s eyes shoot up towards Jimin. “For real? Cause I will.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, “no, you idiot. I’m tired. Clean it up.”
Jungkook laughs softly, murmuring a quiet: hold on, before rushing off the bed and to the bathroom. He comes back shortly after with a wet rag, softly cleaning Jimin up. “…Are you…are you okay?” He asks, hesitantly, as he wipes at Jimin.
Jimin swallows. “Want the truth or?”
“Of course I want the truth.” Jungkook sighs, tossing the rag towards the general area of the hamper.
A beat of silence passes. “I don’t know what we’re doing, Jungkookie.” Jimin settles on. He moves his arm from over his face and makes eye contact with the younger man, his lips turned down into a frown. “I need consistency and communication. I can’t do…this.” He gestures in between them.
“I see.” Jungkook murmurs. He hesitates slightly, his brown eyes watching every move Jimin makes. He lets out a tired breath. “You know I want to be with you.”
It doesn’t sound like a question, but Jimin nods anyway. “Wanting to and putting the effort in to is two different things.” He says softly, cringing when hurt flashes in Jungkook’s eyes.
Jungkook swallows, scratching the back of his neck. “Can you just give me some time?”
“I gave you six years.”
For the first time in the past six years, Jungkook genuinely looks panicked. He licks his lips, stumbling over his words before he finally settles on negotiating his way out of this. “Just a few months,” he begs, “I can try to figure some things out. Swear. I’ll find a way for us to stay in contact and everything. And I won’t go this long again. I promise. Especially not without letting you know. I swear.”
Jimin’s eyes flutter close. A part of him would like to believe to Jungkook, to trust the fact that he had never made promises like this—but it’s been too long. Way too long. Jimin had given Jungkook a good chunk of his adult life that he couldn’t take back, all for it to result in Jungkook attempting to figure things out at the six year mark? It’s ridiculous. Crazy, even. Jimin was getting older. He needed more, he needed stability. There was no way he was getting that from Jungkook, not if he kept on the way he was, doing whatever work he did do. “I—”
Jimin’s cut off by the telltale sound of Jungkook’s pager. It’s going off from the heap of clothes they made on the floor. Jimin knows that hearing that pager meant their time was up, that usually Jungkook would scramble for it and then quickly leave. Today, Jungkook stares at Jimin while it goes off, dread written into his features. “Hyung,” he starts, “tell me you want me to try.”
Jungkook whispers it, voice all broken. Jimin can barely hear him over the annoying sound of the pager that seemed to get louder with every second it went ignored.
“Do what you want.” Jimin mutters. “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”
Jungkook looks offended. “When have I ever said something with this much certainty and lied, huh?”
Never, but Jimin’s not saying that.
Jungkook leans in closer, wraps his arms around Jimin. He stuffs his head into Jimin’s neck and breathes him in once more. Against Jimin’s better judgement, he wraps his arms around Jungkook too, lets his fingers curl into his hair. “I’m coming back.” Jungkook says, voice shaking. “You don’t have to wait because I will, okay? I’m coming back.”
Jimin swallows. “Okay. And if you take too long I can’t promise I’ll still be here.”
Jungkook’s grip around Jimin tightens. “You know I’ll always find you, hyung.”