One Friday night Jungkook gets startled by banging on his door. He is getting ready for a date, listening to music on his stereos, so at first he thinks one of his neighbors has had enough of listening to Big Bang (surely there isn't such a monstrosity as too much Big Bang?), but when he goes to open the door, it reveals one Park Jimin instead.
"Jimin," he says, taken aback.
Jimin offers a small smile. He is hugging his arms to his chest, and he looks very cute in his oversized white sweatshirt. "Hi."
"Uh... what's up?" Jungkook asks, feeling a bit awkward. He is not used to drop-ins. As much as he likes his friends, he is a little strict about needing his own space. His friends know this and stick to previously arranged meet-ups.
"Not much," Jimin replies swiftly before flashing another smile. "So, listen… I need a place to stay, and Seokjin isn’t picking up."
Jungkook is startled by Jimin's forwardness. “What’s wrong with your place?" he quickly counters. It's not that he doesn't like Jimin or doesn't want to spend time with him, it's just that the entire situation feels off, and he is already running late.
"Nothing, nothing… I just need a little air," Jimin insists, but it sounds like an excuse. Jungkook frowns. He is about to be late to his date due to this exchange, but having Jimin in his apartment while he is about to score a guy sounds like a very bad idea, so arguing is rather unavoidable.
"Then go to the park," he states, playing coldhearted when he is everything but, and Jimin knows it.
Jimin widens his eyes and casts his most pleading gaze Jungkook's way. "Please. It’s only for one night. I’ll be out of your hair first thing tomorrow morning when Seokjin hyung’s building’s door opens," he swears.
"I don't know. I'm just heading out," Jungkook dodges again. He has never let anyone sleep at his place before. Taehyung has once or twice fallen asleep on the couch during a long night of Overwatch, but he has always gone home after waking up or continued playing. Jungkook doesn't keep people away out of spite, he is just a very private person, and his friends know this better than anyone which makes Jimin begging for an admittance even stranger.
Curiouser and curiouser.
"I won't be in your way. I just need a place to crash. Please, it's Christmas," Jimin pleas and hands Jungkook a mistletoe he picked up on his way over.
"It's October 10th, Jimin", Jungkook points out dryly mainly just to buy time although he still accepts the little gift. Jimin is very cute (yes and another thousand times yes), and Jungkook wants to be one of those guys who'd say yes in a heartbeat.
Unfortunately, he is not one of those guys. He likes his space and his things undisturbed.
"But there are already Christmas decorations out and about, so technically the holiday season is upon us. If that won't do the trick, I also bought a glass skull where you can put a candle in if you're feeling Halloween more. Have mercy, Kookie. You know I love you the most out of all my friends," Jimin flatters, his eyes enchanting like aurora borealis, beautiful and captivating.
Jungkook furrows his brows. "You just admitted you would have gone to Seokjin hyung’s place, had he picked up," he reminds.
Jimin is done begging and goes straight for the kill. He knows that when it comes to him, Jungkook has a weakness.
"Hyung loves you the most, Jungkookie. You know that, don't you, my precious lovely handsome friend? Such a pretty baby, I love you so, so, so much," he says in the cutest tone he can muster up.
Based on the look on Jungkook's face, it's more than enough.
He blushes madly. "Okay, enough. You’re embarrassing me. You can stay. But only if you promise to never ever use aegyo on me again."
Jimin jumps to hug him and even kisses his cheek so fast it leaves Jungkook's head spinning. "My hero," he coos over his shoulder as he barges in (both literally and figuratively), and sets his backpack down next to the couch.
"That’s aegyo!" Jungkook accuses, his cheeks even redder now. How is he supposed to face his date when he is already flustered and blushing like a schoolboy with a crush?
The hurricane in human form, also known as Park Jimin, has the audacity to wink. "I never promised to stop, cupcake."
Jimin’s aegyo is no joke, he was told once and he didn't believe them then. Now it's painfully clear just how powerful Jimin acting cute is, especially when Jungkook is on the receiving end of such a lethal dose.
Closing the door after Jimin, Jungkook sighs and wonders what the heck he has gotten himself into.
Jimin is of surprisingly little disturbance. Jungkook makes a bed for him on the couch, and Jimin goes straight to sleep or at least pretends to. Jungkook wants to ask more details about what happened and why he couldn't just go to his dorm room, but Jimin makes it clear he isn't interested in talking anymore so Jungkook doesn't push it. Instead, he leaves for his date and doesn't come home until late at night.
When he comes back, Jimin is sleeping soundly. Careful not to wake him, Jungkook pulls the blanket to cover him better before passing out on his king-sized bed.
The next morning finds them eating cereal together while sitting on the couch watching cartoons as they both decide to skip their morning lectures. It's all very college, casual and a little crazy, but Jungkook is surprised to find that he likes company in the morning. Well, at least the kind of company he hasn't slept with and doesn't want to desperately get rid of before it is revealed that they only slept with him for his family's money.
Jimin's phone set on the coffee table vibrates loudly, startling Jungkook from his thoughts.
Jimin picks up his phone, reads the new text and curses. "Fuck."
"What's up?" Jungkook asks although he has a pretty good idea already.
"Seokjin is with Namjoon at his aunt's house for the weekend. Apparently they are getting serious enough for him to want Namjoon to meet even his aunt whom his entire family hates."
Jungkook scoffs. "Of course he is. What about everyone else?"
"Tae, Hoseok and Yoongi are all at that convention for dramas," Jimin reminds him, and Jungkook nearly chokes on his chocolate cereal.
"How did they get Yoongi to go?" he manages to cough after Jimin has slapped his back a few times and offered him what was left of his water.
Jimin scoffs. "Are you kidding? Yoongi is the one who bought the tickets. It's so cute you still think he is some sort of a cool bad boy. He is like a little teddy bear."
"Yoongi hyung is really cool, Min, shut your piehole."
"Sure he is. But you know that this means that I'm again homeless for the night," Jimin mentions, and he snickers when Jungkook quickly turns away.
If only ignoring him was that easy.
"Jungkookie..." he calls out in a low voice as he crawls over to where Jungkook is sitting. Jungkook gulps, setting his cereal on the table and tries his hardest to focus on the cartoons instead of Jimin's downright seductive voice right next to his ear.
Of course, it does not work.
"Let me stay one more night. Just one more and then I'll go live with Tae," Jimin nearly purrs, and Jungkook gulps. Resisting Jimin is like trying not to look at Medusa, eventually one will be turned into stone. Jungkook is well aware that despite all of his objections he will give in.
"I've heard that before..." Jungkook mutters. He can practically hear Jimin turn on the charm, and he prays for strength to tell him no.
All of his plans of staying strong go out of the window when Jimin straddles Jungkook to keep him from running away like he was planning to. His heart starts beating crazy fast as if it is attempting to rush right out of his chest, and he wishes desperately that Jimin can't hear it.
The nuisance in question looks deep into his eyes. "Just one more night, pleaseeee," he begs, and it's really not fair of Jimin to do this, he knows Jungkook can never tell him no.
Jungkook tries to look anywhere but at Jimin. "No aegyo, Jimin, that was my one and only rule," he mumbles.
Mirth is dancing in Jimin's eyes. "You never made me promise."
Something is nagging at Jungkook despite his haze. "Wait, why are you going to live with Tae? I thought you just needed a place to stay for the weekend."
Jimin waves his hand dismissively as if the reason for his sudden homelessness wasn't that of interest. "I just had a bit of an argument with my roommate. Nothing for you to worry about. As long as you let me stay one more night."
He wants to drill more answers out of Jimin, but he knows that he is currently in a risky position. Before any more questioning can take place, he needs Jimin to get off his lap and fast. "Ugh, fine, just get off my lap!" he agrees reluctantly.
Jimin grins. "That's a good boy. So which room is mine?" he queries and complies when Jungkook pushes him off of his lap. No matter, he has already gotten what he wanted.
Jungkook doesn't know anything anymore. "What?"
"You have a date coming over, do you not?" Jimin asks, enunciating very clearly as if the reason why Jungkook can't concentrate was his pronunciation.
"Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?" Jungkook questions, suspicion clear in his voice.
"Well, you'd probably like some privacy," Jimin leads him on.
Jungkook's eyebrows are now so furrowed it looks like they are attached to his dark eyelashes. "Yeah..."
"So you need to give me one room to stay in."
"Or you could be out and about while I have a guest over," Jungkook suggests in a loud voice, yet it is still not going through Jimin's thick head.
"And go where? The root of our predicament is that I have nowhere to go! Besides, I have a paper due Monday morning I haven't even started yet. I gotta stay in tonight," Jimin continues to badger him, and Jungkook sighs.
"Go to a coffee house or something! I don't want you around when I do my business!" Jungkook says exasperatedly.
"'Do your business'? Wow, how romantic. You are having sex with a person, not dropping a douche. Although judging by your taste in men it just might be both," Jimin sasses. He only just manages to dodge the pillow Jungkook throws his way.
"There's nothing wrong with my taste in men. Just look at your track record, hyung, I wouldn't brag too much. Besides, it's distracting to have someone near while I'm having sex! Especially if it's you!" Jungkook exclaims and then nearly bites off his own tongue. Why did he have to say that?
Jimin furrows his brows. "Why especially if it's me? What's wrong with especially me? And anyway we are in college, we have both had to suffer through the sounds of people having sex if nowhere else then at parties. My first roommate brought in a new person every weekend!" he complains with a shudder.
"Why do you think I got a penthouse and not a dorm room?"
"Because you are too rich for your own good?"
Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Real witty, hyung. No, because I like being on my own. And that includes fucking without anyone listening in!"
"I wouldn't listen in! Do you really think I want to listen to you having sex? I bet you moan really loudly and I don't want that to get stuck in my head", Jimin snorts. "I'm already enough traumatized by my former roommate and his sexcapades."
Jungkook's breath is caught in his throat. No one else can throw him off like Park Jimin can. "I don't-- shut up!" he snaps in horror.
His cheeks are turning crimson again which makes Jimin snicker evilly, damn near rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
"Or maybe you cry afterwards," he teases mercilessly. "Like remember how you cried that day I won at arm wrestling? You moaned and whined like that while playing and then cried when I pinned your arm down."
"I didn't cry, the air was just really dry that day which made my eyes glisten!" Jungkook claims. "And that was four years ago! Do you always have to bring it up?"
"Aww, itty bitty baby, it's nothing to cry over," Jimin can't resist cooing and pinches Jungkook's cheek, making the boy in question whine and slap his hand away.
"That does it, hyung, you can sleep here tonight, but only after two am when my hook up has left!" Jungkook orders and hopes that that'll be the end of it, but of course it's never that simple with Park Jimin involved.
"Where am I supposed to go? Come on, Jungkookie. You have two bedrooms on separate ends of this enormous apartment! Surely, you can spare a room for me where I shall stay wearing headphones on so loud I might go deaf."
"That one extra room is for gaming, not for extortionists and squatters!"
"Great, then you can have your playboy business in there. I know you put a bed in there after the last time Tae slept on your keyboard. I could just take your room."
Jungkook lets out an incredulous snort. "And let you have my bed? No way, couch for you."
"Is that any way to treat your elders? Besides, if you stumble in with some horny dude, do you really want me to be sleeping on the couch?" Jimin jibes. "Or for him to run into me on his way to the bathroom in the morning?"
Jungkook closes his eyes, cursing wildly while Jimin laughs victoriously. "Fuck. Fine, you get the bedroom. Well played, hyung."
"Why, thank you", Jimin nearly purrs very smugly, and Jungkook does his best not to strangle his best friend right then and there.
The next morning Jimin sneaks out early in the morning for breakfast and then on to a lecture. He doesn't re-enter the apartment earlier than after midday, hoping that Jungkook's guest would be gone already or by the very least, decent. He tried texting to warn his friend he was coming back, but Jungkook wouldn't answer. Hoping to meet up with Jungkook alone, he bought only two bagels and two coffees as a thank you to Jungkook for letting him stay over despite not being big on house guests.
All the way up in the elevator he is praying Jungkook and his friend aren't taking the game room's brand new bed for another spin. Jungkook is probably still at the apartment because Jimin borrowed Jungkook's key to let himself in after his lecture, so walking in on his friend and his date is a real concern.
He really doesn't need an image of a sweaty and panting Jungkook, in all of his naked glory, imprinted on his brain.
While Jimin is making his way home, Jungkook is running out of ways to hint that his guest should get the hell out of his apartment. The guy from the previous night just can't seem to get the message that he should get going and that the night before was less the Start Of Something New but more of a Gotta Go My Own Way.
He tried mentioning that he has a lecture to get to, but the guy whose name he can't even recall just states that he has nothing to do all day and that he could stay and wait for Jungkook at his apartment while he is on his lecture.
Jungkook is starting to feel claustrophobic in his own apartment.
The guy keeps asking personal questions about his family and is already talking about meeting them as if they didn't just meet last night. He obviously knows who Jungkook is and who his parents are. He can practically see the dollar signs in the guy's eyes and he sighs.
This is precisely why he left Korea. In his home country, everyone knew about his parents and about the fortune that they had made with their company. He could never be sure who was his actual friend and who was just after their family's riches. When he moved to New York to study, he swore he wouldn't tell anyone what kind of family he had, but that plan didn't really pan out. He failed to consider the power of the internet and the amount of people who read the Forbes 500 and use that knowledge to their advantage.
"I'd love to meet them," the guy says just then, and Jungkook has trouble breathing. He feels like he has been backed into a corner with nowhere left to run.
Just then the door opens, and an angel appears in the shape of Park Jimin.
"Kook, baby, I got you the salmon bagel--"
Jimin then looks up and notices the stranger. His cheeks flame as he realizes that he used a petname and has thus very possibly ruined Jungkook's chances with this guy. He feels like hitting his head against the wall. Sure, he and Jungkook know that the petnames they use don't mean anything, but explaining that to a newcomer might be a tad harder.
"Oh my God, are you in a relationship?!" the boy as expected screams and stands up. Jimin opens his mouth to clear off the misunderstanding, but Jungkook beats him to it.
Jungkook looks at him like he's an idiot. "No… Yes!" he suddenly changes his answer in the middle of his sentence. "This is my husband."
Jimin's eyes widen to the size of two plates, but Jungkook's attention is elsewhere. He is checking whether or not the guy looks like he believed him. It sounds a little over-the-top to fake a husband when he could have just called Jimin his boyfriend, but he doesn't want to ever have to deal with this person again and hopes that mentioning long-term commitment might scare him away for good. Besides, in the heat of the moment calling Jimin his husband makes perfect sense.
The guy looks rightfully disgusted about having been made into a cheater, and Jungkook would feel sorry for him if he wasn't 110% sure that the only thing the guy is actually pissed is because someone beat him to marrying Jungkook for his money.
"What a bastard," he spits pulling on his shirt and exiting quickly. Apparently being the mistress of one of the wealthiest men in the world didn't strike him as appealing as the potential husband gig did.
"Oh my God, please, oh no..." Jungkook wails until the door slams closed after the gold-digger. Then he smirks. "You’re not going anywhere, Jiminie."
Jimin frowns. "What are you on about?" he asks as he places the bagels and two coffees on the table. "And since when are we married?"
Jungkook laughs. "The guy who just left here was a total nightmare, only after my parents' money and he wouldn't take the hint that it was time to go, so when he freaked about seeing you, I kind of went with that."
Jimin squeezes Jungkook's hand in sympathy. "I'm sorry, baby, that sucks," he says.
Jungkook shrugs, acting like it doesn't still hurt when he realizes there are people around him who don't care about him one bit, but act friendly in the hopes of getting into good graces with his parents. He has already made his peace with it; some people are just scum. But he can't deny that it still stings when he suddenly sees people as who they are.
Only six people have stayed in his life ever since he came to New York, only six people have ever passed when it came down to whether they cared about Jungkook or his family's money. It's a depressing statistics, but as it happens those six people are also the best people he has come across, so he doesn't mind that all the others he has had to forgo.
"It is what it is. But that's not my point. My point is that he just wouldn't leave. Nothing I said or did seemed to make him leave. When I said I was going to the bathroom, he asked me if he could come too, Jimin. Like a freaking leech. The only thing he was bothered by was you and that got me thinking about what I'd do if it ever happened again. But if you stayed with me, I wouldn't have to worry about it."
"Or you could stop sleeping around so much. Or you know, just go to their place next time, so you could sneak out in the morning and be done with it," Jimin suggests as he takes a sip of the coffee and grimaces when he notices that he accidentally drank Jungkook's latte.
He quickly switches the cups and revels in the taste of his own plain black coffee.
Jungkook looks at him in surprise. "Do you think I sleep around too much?" he asks in a hurt voice. Jungkook always acts like he doesn't care about what people think of him, but Park Jimin is and always will be an exception to that rule.
Jimin hurries to smooth over his words. "No, of course not. It's your life; you do whatever" - and 'whomever, he-yoo!' he adds as he high-fives amused Jungkook - "feels right. But you gotta admit that you've been kind of accelerating lately, hooking up with a different person each time. No one gets a second date with you."
"I don't know what it is. People just bore me these days, and I need a change. Please, please, please, Jiminie. Don't you want your favorite dongsaeng to be happy and feel safe in his own home?" Jungkook coaxes, and Jimin has to admit that the charm works both ways as he is suddenly swept off his feet by the compelling force in Jungkook's voice.
To say Jimin was bothered by Jungkook’s reasoning for him staying longer would be an understatement.
"Of course I do but Jungkook..." he tries to argue, but Jungkook is quick to cut him off, not wanting to leave him with too much time to convince himself that Jungkook's request is a little bit too immoral, even for him whom has always been the most supportive and tolerant out of all of Jungkook's friends.
"Come on! All you have to do is pretend to be my boyfriend and scare off potential psychos who won’t leave in the morning, and I'll let you stay here as long as you need to. And as an added bonus I won't even ask why you won't go home or what happened between Baekhyun hyung and you. If you go to Seokjin's, all he'll do is grill you about that, you know that, right?" Jungkook lures him in.
"That's a valid point," Jimin mutters. Seokjin means well, and Jimin does appreciate his concern but still, he thinks that Seokjin just might be a little too mature and well-balanced company for him in his current state. Unlike Jungkook who clearly has issues for days and who'd never lecture anyone about having to work through stuff.
"Hyuunnggggg," Jungkook whines then, sounding like a race car taking off. His whine is perfectly timed too; it sounds just as Jimin is about to successfully tell him no. Paired up with those brown puppy dog eyes, Jimin doesn't even stand a chance since he can't handle Jungkook's aegyo any better than Jungkook can his. "I love you and I miss you, hyuunnggggg."
"Evil child," Jimin grumbles, and the culprit grins because he knows that he has gotten his way.
"I learned from the best," Jungkook brags, and Jimin makes a face.
"Okay, fine, fine, I’ll do it. But I’m leaving as soon as I find my own place and then you'll be on your own again. This is only a temporary solution. And you cannot tell anyone what I do for you. Seokjin would kill me if he found out," Jimin sets his terms.
Seokjin is really playful and the best drinking buddy anyone could have, but he has a soft spot when it comes to Jungkook. Probably because back when Jungkook first came to New York, his English pronounciation was terrible, and Seokjin helped him out a lot. Thus he is very protective of him despite the fact that he and Jungkook bicker like little children when they are together.
"Of course," Jungkook swears and grins. Maybe it’d be nice to have a roommate after all. Especially someone like Jimin whom he has been friends for ages and whom he trusts with his life.
After slight hesitation Jimin grins back.
"So, what are you up to today?" Jungkook asks then.
Jimin sighs loudly. "School. I was just at a lecture and we got assigned this horrible project. I figure that if I start it now, I'll be done sometime in my early forties," he replies glumly.
Jungkook nods sympathetically. "Sounds rough."
"What are you doing now that I've scared off your hook-up?"
"Avoiding this girl Becca in my study group who keeps texting me that she wants to have a 'private study session'," Jungkook complains, and Jimin pretends to throw up.
"Did you tell her that she is not exactly your type?" he asks then with a wink.
Jungkook huffs. "Yeah, I tried to tell her as soon as I realized that she was actually trying to put the moves on me."
"And then she straight up told me that she didn't believe in being gay. Honest to God, she doesn't think it's a legit thing. To her, it's some sort of an international conspiracy orhestrated by lizard people or something."
Jimin laughs out of sheer disbelief. It's a nice sound, somehow calming, even when he is giggling so hard he has trouble breathing. When Jimin laughs, his eyes turn into crescents, as if two moons had chosen to leave their positions and hide in his eyes, if only for a moment.
Jungkook blinks. Since when are his thoughts this poetic?
"How do you not believe in gay? Like, it's not even a matter of believing, it's a fact. And what does she think gay people are then if it's not real?" Jimin queries although he is not sure if he truly wants to hear the answer.
Jungkook shrugs. "Fuck if I know, but she's really starting to get on my last nerve because she won't take no for answer."
Jimin hums. "I hear ya." He is quiet for a moment before adding, "You should have her over for dinner."
Jungkook's jaw drops. "What? Jimin, the whole point of home is to be rid of those you hate," he wheezes. Just the thought of Becca Blitz in his sacred space is enough to make him hyperventilate.
Jimin only sees the entertaining side of his suggestion.
"Yeah, but think how funny it'd be to shove all this gay down her throat," he points out with an evil snicker that makes Jungkook smile against his will.
"Think about how funny it'd be when she started meeting me right outside my door every morning after said dinner," Jungkook counters, and finally Jimin sees his point.
"Okay, okay. No dinner then. But if we ever see her while we are together, let me know, so we can put on a little show," he proposes, mischief twinkling in his eyes like stars.
"What kind of a show?" Jungkook questions cautiously.
"Aww, is that fear I detect in your voice, Jeon Jungkook, the university's heartbreaker?" Jimin taunts, and Jungkook pushes him away.
"No," he denies vehemently, and Jimin snickers.
"I didn't realize kissing was such a sacred activity to you," he gibes, and Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Or maybe you are scared I'll expose you as a terrible kisser."
Jungkook glares at him. "Quit it. You know it's not about the kissing."
Jimin jerks his head back as if he is holding back tears. "Wow. Am I really that unattractive to you?" he asks dramatically.
Jungkook lets out an incredulous laugh. Is Jimin kidding? Does he think that Jungkook is blind? "What? No!"
Jimin nods to himself, fanning his face like he is about to lose it. "Ugly and hideous, huh? So gross that you can't even bear the thought of fake making out with me?"
Jungkook cups Jimin's face and hesitantly pecks his lips. "You're not unattractive, okay?" he murmurs.
And Jimin doesn't have the heart to reveal that he was just kidding. Because if he is really, really honest with himself, it wasn't all a joke, there's a small part of him that needs the reassurance every now and then that he is, in fact, desirable. Jungkook's kiss, however, makes sure that he feels radiant and wanted for the rest of the day.
That night when Jungkook comes home from a night lecture, Jimin is watching a drama on the television and occasionally glaring at the thick textbook he should be reading as research for his paper.
The TV is on loud, so Jimin doesn't hear him come in, he is too invested in his favorite show. For some reason Jimin really likes Korean dramas which Jungkook finds curious since he isn't that sappy otherwise, even if he is probably the most romantic out of their circle of friends. Maybe it's Taehyung's influence on him since Taehyung is known for being hooked on most every drama ever written and ever since Jimin moved to the same off-campus dorm in Brooklyn two years ago, the two have been hanging out more with just the two of them.
He sneaks up behind Jimin and blows cold air into Jimin's neck. Jimin startles, but doesn't turn around. Jungkook has to try harder to scare him.
He leans into Jimin's neck, only millimeters away from his skin. "Whatcha watching?" he whispers.
Jimin jumps to his feet, nearly elbowing Jungkook in the face, and he screams when he hears Jungkook guffaw. Finally Jimin turns around and smiles when he sees who it is.
"Hey, you're home!" Jimin says cheerfully.
"I miraculously lived through the most boring lecture in the history of mankind. What are you watching?" he asks until he recognizes the actress who plays the main guy's evil and manipulative stepmom. Jimin is rewatching his favorite drama which is something he usually only does when he is sick or upset.
"This again? Are you feeling alright, Min?" he asks then and casually brushes the hairs off Jimin's forehead, so he can feel his skin for fever. But his body temperature feels normal, and Jungkook frowns. Since the sickness theory got trashed, it's rather likely that Jimin is upset about something. The million dollar question is of course 'of what' but Jungkook knows that figuring that out won't be easy since Jimin is the only person who is as tight-lipped of his thoughts as Jungkook is.
Jimin lightly smacks Jungkook's tummy. "Shush, he is about to propose," he scolds giving the TV way more attention than it needs which is another reason why Jungkook thinks that something must be on his mind.
"You've seen this like a million times," Jungkook complains, but Jimin shushes him again, and he simply slumps down next to him, rolling his eyes. The drama is ridiculous enough to be funny and even though Jungkook laughs at the most inappropriate places and Jimin keeps punching him for mocking his favorite show, they keep watching to the late hours of the night.
During the night, Jungkook remembers something and goes to dig through something he calls 'the adulting drawer'. It basically contains all of his important papers and documents directly linked with doing adult stuff.
"Jiminie," he calls out once he returns.
Jimin looks up from his drama. "Yeah?"
He sets a key on the coffee table. He has had the extra key since the day he moved in although he has never had any use for it. His landlord had two keys made for him since his parents had been the ones who bought the apartment despite repeatedly being told by Jungkook that he wanted to live in a dorm like all the other students. Jungkook was too awkward to say that he didn't need another key since he lived alone and just accepted it, hiding it in one of the many cabinets of the spacious apartment until it finally found home in the adulting drawer.
"There's finally use for this extra key."
Jimin frowns. "You could have just given it to one of us, so you'd have a spare key."
Jungkook hadn't honestly even thought about it. He has been raised to only count on himself and never let anyone have access to his home, so leaving the key to one of his friends' possession hadn't occurred to him.
He doesn't want to admit it, though, so he just huffs. "I am not driving all the way to Brooklyn whenever I lock myself out just so you could have a key to my place. The cost of the taxi is higher than what I have to pay my super for letting me in," he says too quickly as his fingers pick up the key again, twirling it around in his fingers.
"Snob. Besides I never said you should have given it to me, just that you should have given it to someone. Why so cute, Kookie?" Jimin teases as he snatches the key from him.
Jungkook groans. "Just don't lose it, hyung."
"Why, I never."
"Must I remind you of certain trip to Norway, circa autumn 2016?"
Now it is Jimin's turn to groan. "Shut up."
"That's what I thought."
The next time they properly talk again is the following week's Friday. Up until then they have such busy schedules they only see each other at nights they spend either watching movies, playing video games or just talking until they go to sleep. On Thursday, they actually both fall asleep on the opposite ends of Jungkook's huge L-shaped sofa and wake up the next morning with screwed up necks and a promise to never do it again.
They run into each other in the lobby as Jimin is rushing in with food as a thank you for Jungkook who woke him up when his alarm didn't and thus saved him from missing an integral test.
Jungkook is returning from a draining study session and when he sees Jimin carrying take-out food, he immediately pulls him into an emotional embrace.
"I love you," he states as he hugs Jimin's back to his chest.
Jimin growls. "My food. My precious," he hisses.
Jungkook pouts and only hugs him tighter, placing his chin on Jimin's shoulder. "But you brought enough for me, too, right?" he persuades.
"Depends on if you'll let me go so we can get to the apartment and enjoy the food before it gets cold," Jimin says, and before he is even finished talking, Jungkook has already let go and pressed the elevator button. Jimin laughs. "That's the spirit, babe."
"You two are too cute," the man sitting at the reception desk says.
"Thanks, Al," Jimin says casually just as Jungkook is about to crack a joke.
"Have good night, kids," the man replies and smiles as Jimin enthusiastically waves at him until the elevator doors close.
"Since when do you know my doorman?" Jungkook asks as they soar higher and higher.
Jimin shrugs. "Since you moved in here. God, Jungkook, entitled much? Can't even spare a word to the peasants?" he teases.
"I do say hello but that's all. He doesn't need to know more about me," Jungkook defends himself.
"Yeah, yeah, you like privacy and nobody knows you, not the real you. It's all very 007."
"I like my space."
"I wonder how long it'll take before you kick me out", Jimin ponders out loud.
"I'd never kick you out, Jiminie", Jungkook swears with a holier-than-thou look on his face. Then he winks. "Unless you piss me off."
"Right... so by the end of the week?" Jimin estimates, and Jungkook chuckles.
"You think it'll take that long?"
Jimin shoves him and walks out of the elevator. There is only two doors on the top floor. Both of the condos are owned by Jungkook's parents whom at first planned to turn them into one gigantic penthouse but when Jungkook got into an American university they decided to give the apartments to Jungkook instead.
Apparently some people are rich enough to buy apartments without actual intentions of living in them.
Jungkook opens the door for them, and Jimin walks in, setting their food on the coffee table. "Let's watch the next episode while we eat," he suggests as he starts peeling off his thick coat.
"You have the table manners of a little child. I bet your mum would drop dead if she heard what you just suggested," Jungkook scolds.
"Come on. I want to watch my drama, but I need to study tonight, so if I kill two birds with one stone, I might be able to survive my test."
"You study too much," Jungkook complains.
"You study too little," Jimin counters.
"You do know that in college grades no longer mean shit?"
Jimin shrugs. "They might mean something if I stay in the States after I graduate. Jobs are already hard to come by."
"Then let's not stay here but travel the world," Jungkook plans with a dreamy look in his eyes that makes Jimin smile at him fondly. "School is just one part of life, it's not all that matters."
Jimin agrees. "That's very true, but first I have to live through this semester."
"Isn't your test like three weeks away, though? And it's Friday night. You are seriously going to spend it studying at home?"
"I'm old and lame now, Kook. Get used to it."
Jungkook lets it go then, only huffing in response and choosing to focus more on eating the delicious food, but later that night as he barges into his bedroom where Jimin went to study after dinner, he brings it up again.
"Let me study," Jimin interrupts before Jungkook even gets the chance to start persuading him.
"All my clothes are here, and I need to decide what to wear," Jungkook claims as he walks up to the huge closet that is big enough to be a small room and takes off his shirt. He smirks to himself when he feels Jimin eyeing his muscular back. Got you.
"But since you brought it up, you should go out with me tonight. My friends and I are going to this really cool new club downtown. Apparently the employees there work topless," Jungkook reveals, but his words don't have the reception he might have hoped for.
"Yay, more chances for disgusting men to ogle at breasts in public," Jimin replies snarkily and changes the page on his textbook.
"Don't be so bitter, it doesn't suit your angelic image," Jungkook says, leaning down to pinch Jimin's cheek. "Besides, there are topless guys too."
Jimin snorts. "It does, however, satisfy the devil within. And why are you excited to go to some freaking titty bar?"
"Because I like going out and once upon a time so did you. What changed, Jiminie?" Jungkook tries again, but Jimin can't be fooled so easily.
"No prying, Kookie, you promised."
"Fine, fine... so which of these fits me better?" Jungkook says, holding up two shirts against his naked torso.
Jimin finally looks up. "I wouldn't know since you're not wearing either."
"The only way I seem to be able to obtain your attention these days is by showing some skin," Jungkook complains in a fake hurt voice, making Jimin giggle. "The things I do for you."
Jimin huffs. "You just want me to compliment you because you've been working out so much lately."
As if on a cue, Jungkook comes to stand right in front of him, so close that their knees are grazing and thus Jimin can no longer simply ignore him. Jungkook tosses the shirts on the floor and winks at his friend.
"Like what you see?" he brags while sliding a hand down his chest and right onto his zipper, gripping it all the while smirking at Jimin.
Jimin squeals and pushes him away, but not before giving Jungkook's rock hard tummy a pat. "You're such a tease."
"You like it."
"Shut up and get dressed before you are late again, dork," Jimin commands. Jungkook pouts and he adds, "And yes, you look amazing. All that training is definitely showing. If you were smoking hot before, now you are scorching like the sun."
Jungkook is practically glowing from the praises. "Now, was that so hard?"
"No, not... that," Jimin can't resist joking, and they exchange multiple high-fives like the two idiots they are, followed by Jungkook sliding his shirt over his head while Jimin hums the tune of Usher's Yeah.
Jungkook puts on some music as he continues to trying on clothes as if only to torture Jimin. He keeps his eyes trained at his book, but his consciousness is hyper aware of everything Jungkook does. His eyes capture even the tiniest movements, such as the muscles on Jungkook's shoulder tightening and relaxing every time he changes the shirt and the way the tight shirts hugs Jungkook's body in all the right places.
Jimin's brain keeps calling him to focus solely on the gorgeous boy before him. It's as if he is a magnet and Jimin but a needle, doomed to seek his presence.
When Jimin complains that he can't focus, Jungkook rushes to suggest, "Why not come with me? It would do you some good to go clubbing, maybe meet somebody..."
... get out of the house, so you could get some at someone else's place and I could fuck in peace without thinking about you, his mind less than helpfully complements the idea in his head.
Jimin shakes his head. "No thanks, I’m not really in the mood," he claims falling back down on the bed and focusing on his textbook again.
"I don’t usually hear that from any guy lying on my bed," Jungkook jokes.
"There’s a first time for everything," Jimin replies without lifting his gaze from the book.
"Seriously, though. You’ve lived with me for two weeks, and not once have I seen you do anything but study."
Jimin flips a page. "Is there a question there?"
Jungkook snatches the book from him. "Why don’t you ever do anything fun?" he challenges. "You used to be my party buddy, what has happened to you?"
Jimin stands up to his knees and reaches for the book, but Jungkook is holding it just out of his reach. "I do a lot of things that are fun!" he claims then. "I'm just really swamped with school right now so I can't party the way I did before."
Jungkook arches a brow. "Like what?"
"I hang out with friends, I go to museums, I watch movies..."
"So, grandma fun," Jungkook says, and Jimin smacks his chest.
"Museums are not just for senior citizens!"
"Sure they aren't, ahjumma."
Jimin gasps at Jungkook's disrespectful words as if they hadn't dropped honorifics ages ago. "You little brat! Get out before I gut you! I think your date wouldn't like you without internal organs."
Jungkook waggles his eyebrows suggestively. "I think he is only interested in one of my organs, however big it might be," he brags.
Jimin pushes him away giggling. "Just go, Jungkook."
"I’m not going out until you do."
"That’s all very charming, but save the moves for your hook-ups because I’m very much not interested."
"Yet another thing I’ve never heard from a guy lying on my bed."
"Would you like me to say it while standing up or something to get the message across?" Jimin taunts.
"Haha, hyung. You just keep breaking my heart," Jungkook complains which earns him another smack.
"Cosmic revenge for all those whose hearts you’ve broken."
Jungkook scoffs. "Please. No one’s heart is going to break from a simple one night stand."
"I don’t know about that. Some people get attached pretty quickly," Jimin ponders.
"You don’t have to tell me. You told me you loved me the day we met," Jungkook reminds him of their dark past.
All of Jimin's face turns bright red. "That’s not fair! I had hit my head after you tried to run me over, may I add", he swiftly points out.
"You may not since you’re the one who jumped onto the road. Oh, and remember, after that you called me an angel," Jungkook taunts him further and watches in glee as Jimin's cheek turn into a brighter shade of red.
"Again, you had run me over with your bike! I hit my head on the ground and thought that I had died!" Jimin exclaims and curses past Jimin for blabbering such things to Jeon Jungkook of all people whom never seemed to forget anything, especially if it was something embarrassing Jimin once did that he can now tease him about.
"And went to heaven because you saw my angelic face?" Jungkook jeers, and Jimin gives up. If only he had met Jungkook in a normal way, maybe at a lecture like everybody else but no. He had to meet the brat by nearly getting trampled by him, and he never let Jimin forget that.
He throws a pillow at him. “Weren’t you going out or something?”
"I am, I am... But you're going to wish you said yes, babe."
"I somehow doubt that. Be safe, Kook. And yes I did mean that as in be safe in general and also please practice safe sex," Jimin reminds him, and Jungkook sighs loudly.
"You're a riot, ahjumma."
Jimin winks. "That's no way to talk to your husband."
"I'm never going to live that down, am I?"
"Not in the foreseeable future, no."
Jungkook and Jimin's ridiculous living arrangement turns out to be rather effective. Jimin gets to satisfy his inner quench for drama, and Jungkook receives a human get out of jail free card whenever someone is being too pushy.
Next time the call sounds it's a night that Jimin was supposed to spend at Taehyung's binging on their favorite dramas, but Jungkook texts him to come home only a few hours after he left. Initially Jimin refuses and tells Jungkook to deal with his own mess, but then Jungkook threatens the safety of his laptop.
Grumbling, Jimin makes his way back to Jungkook's apartment.
"Hi, honey—oh my God! Who is that, Kookie?" he screeches as soon as he opens the door and sees Jungkook and some random good-looking dude sitting on the couch with two wine glasses in front of them.
Jungkook springs to his feet. "Baby, let me explain."
"In our home? How could you?!" Jimin wails and shoves Jungkook. He doesn't consider himself to be violent nor is the shove hard by any definition, but he can't deny that it feels deserved. "You disgusting pig!"
"Please, baby, it’s not what it looks like."
"Sure, it isn't! Just like it wasn't like that with that other guy I caught you bumping behinds with!" Jimin accuses, and Jungkook has trouble keeping a straight face.
The guy stands up, avoiding Jimin's eyes. "I’m so sorry, I didn’t know!" he professes.
"Just go," Jimin says and very dramatically points at the door. The poor boy is all too happy to go.
"You sleep with some boy toy after I have devoted my life to you? I thought you loved me, you narcissistic piece of human waste!" he continues ranting until he hears the door slam and hurried footsteps running away.
"Is he gone?" he asks then in a normal voice, not wanting to blow their cover by turning to look too soon.
Jungkook nods. "Yup."
"Damn. I was really feeling it tonight."
"Yeah, I could tell. That was incredible. And that shove, nice."
"I’ve been feeling like smacking some sense into you for ages", Jimin says, and there is a slight bite to his voice that bothers Jungkook to no end. He knows that what he is doing isn't all that ethical, but Jimin has never judged him before. If anything, they have been each other's trusted advisors for years already.
Despite his inner suspicions, he lets Jimin off the hook without a word of objection. "Fair enough."
Jimin doesn't seem to be in the mood to argue either since he simply sets muffins he had bought for Taehyung down on the dining room table and motions at Jungkook to sit down. "Come on, let’s have dinner."
"So what was wrong with that guy?" Jimin asks as he bites into the muffin.
Jungkook is entirely entranced by the muffin that is not only his favorite flavor, but also from his favorite diner and is surprised by Jimin's question.
"What— Uh, he just wasn't a very nice guy," Jungkook quickly corrects himself, but Jimin has already picked up on his hesitation. He has been suspecting for a while that Jungkook might have slipped from their original agreement of using Jimin to fend off the bad guys to using Jimin to fend off all the guys.
There hasn't been that many guys since the first one, only three, but Jimin is rather certain that at least two of them were not after Jungkook's money but his heart.
That is why he steps out of their routine and argues, "He seemed nice enough."
Jungkook stares at him before barking, "Well, he wasn't. Okay?"
"Okay. I mean, you're the one who wanted to sleep with him, so you oughta know him better."
"Is there something you'd like to say to me?" Jungkook flat out asks, growing weary of their game of cat and mouse.
"Yes, there sure is. Why are you getting so defensive over a simple observation?" Jimin questions.
Jungkook isn't giving in one inch. "It's not a simple observation if there is an agenda behind it."
"Is it possible that you might be projecting your own feelings onto me to avoid having to take responsibility for your choices that no longer seem so appealing?"
"Jimin!" Jungkook exclaims exasperatedly. "Taking one Psych class does not make you a qualified shrink!"
"Sorry," Jimin apologizes and seeks Jungkook's fingers to squeeze for a wordless apology, but the boy moves his hand away, subconsciously pouting. Jimin hides a smile.
"Are you mad at me?" he questions then.
"Because you won't look at me."
Jungkook scoffs. "We're not an actual couple. I don't have to spend my days gazing into your eyes," he replies so snippily that it's almost amusing.
"I'm a little annoyed with you, too. I was having a lot of fun with Tae."
"But we agreed—" Jungkook quickly reminds him, but he gets cut off.
"I know what we agreed. I'm just not sure that it was wise of me to agree. It seems cruel to play with good people's hearts simply because you are afraid of commitment."
"So what are you saying? Are you leaving me?" Jungkook snaps, a strange feeling that he doesn't want to put a name on swirling in his stomach.
Jimin cracks a small smile. "That has always been the plan, babe."
Jungkook takes a breath, mentally battling himself before deciding to come clean.
"That guy who you walked in on... He kept calling you nasty names and when I told him that we were actually living together and that I didn't appreciate his comments, he didn't believe me. He went around the apartment and pointed out all the things that should be different if we really lived together. You know, like how you should have initials on your towels since I do. Stupid shit like that. And when he found your bag in the bedroom and my stuff in the game room, he had a freaking field day. I thought that the only way to get rid of him for good would be if you walked in with your own key."
Words rarely escape Jimin, but he finds himself forced silent now. "Oh," is his only comment on the matter.
"You should have called the police. They could have thrown him out too."
Jungkook scoffs. "Oh yeah, and give my parents a reason to haul my ass back to Korea?"
"It's a great ass," Jimin smiles, and Jungkook laughs, if a little tiredly. "Where do you even find these guys? You keep picking up only douches."
"Well, what kind of people usually agree to follow someone to a stranger's apartment to have sex?"
"Fair point," Jimin thinks, and then they are quiet for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. Until Jimin speaks up again, breaking the silence.
"Hey, listen, you got me thinking..." he starts to say, but Jungkook looks up just then, and he hesitates.
Jimin chickens out. "Never mind."
"What? Come on, Jiminie. You’re my husband, you can tell me anything," Jungkook says with a wink which strangely enough convinces Jimin to finish his sentence.
"Well, if you really want them to believe us, it should look like two people live here. But there isn’t even any pictures of our friends."
"Photographs are too personal. I don’t like hanging them on my walls."
Jimin hiccups. "Too personal? This is your apartment. It should look personal," he points out after gulping down water.
"Yeah, well…" Jungkook shrugs, not knowing how to continue his sentence. "If you want, you can hang some up. I have tons of pictures of us on my laptop, we could get some made into photographs."
"That'd be nice. But aren't you worried that one of your hook-ups might see them and realize that you're an actual person and not just a lay?" Jimin teases, and Jungkook rolls his eyes, smacking his friend's arm.
"I'll take that risk. And maybe I want them to only see me as a lay. A great lay, may I add. But the thing is that if I wanted to be in a relationship I would be, but I’m not and I don’t."
"This is how to be a heartbreaker.
Boys they like a little danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player
Singing I lo-lo-love you", Jimin sings and jumps out of Jungkook's reach.
The next day, right before class Jungkook encounters an old enemy. The freaky girl from his study group, Becca Blitz. He tries to avoid her to the best of his ability, but she seeks him out anyway.
Her smile is too wide, somehow an attack on its own. "Hey, Jungkookie. Let's sit together, won't we?" she chirps, and he wants nothing more than to escape her.
"Ah, excuse me, I need to... go," Jungkook mumbles quickly walking to the direction of a vending machine under the pretense that he is going grab something to drink during the lecture.
Instead he texts Jimin, the one person whom has always rescued him from messes like these and who doesn't have class until two. You gotta get here fast, the psycho girl has transferred into yet another one of my classes!
Jimin's response is swift. Jungkook thanks his lucky stars for such a great friend until he actually reads the text. Just tell her no. I'm busy. I'm making fajitas.
Next, he calls him up. "You owe me," he spits as soon as Jimin answers.
"Sorry, can't hear you over all that bullshit. I've more than paid you back by kicking out your one night stands."
Damn it. Jimin is right. "Fine! I'll owe you!"
He can almost hear the smirk in Jimin's voice as he answers, "Now that's what I like to hear. I'll meet you after class and scare her off."
Jungkook feels like he is sitting on needles the entire lecture. Becca Blitz made sure to sit next to him, and she keeps leaning against him and whispering into his ear. Jungkook doesn't want to be rude, but at the same time he is feeling anxious and trapped.
Once the lecture ends, he is the first to stand up and scurry off, searching for Jimin with his eyes and Becca Blitz hot on his heel. He turns around a corner and finally spots Jimin in the yard. He has almost made it when a frail voice calls him back.
Meanwhile, Jimin is walking their way, and it's strange to see how he has the entire yard in his pull. He doesn't need to do much, it's just something about his natural charisma that makes everyone stand up straight and take notice when he walks in.
"Who is that?" some freshman nearby asks his friends.
Despite all the eyes on him, Jimin is only focused on one person. He notices a girl standing next to Jungkook and his lips curve up to a smirk, busy hatching a plan on his mind.
Jungkook can practically hear his guardian angel (he must have one since he has survived through all of his catastrophic ideas) whisper in his ear the words: 'it was at this moment he knew, he fucked up'.
The girl is staring at Jungkook, so she doesn't notice Jimin approaching until Jimin has already sneaked a hand in Jungkook's neck and leaned in to kiss him. He tastes a little bit like salsa, so Jungkook is guessing he ate those fajitas before coming to meet him, and for some reason the thought makes him smile.
There are wolf whistles from passers-by and some giggling from the girls in Jungkook's lecture, but all he can hear is the blood pounding in his ears. Jimin is everywhere: his fingers are in Jungkook's hair, his lips on his mouth devouring him, his hips leaning against Jungkook's.
Jimin seems to absorb his soul through his lips and Jungkook has no objections, but at the same time he is so stunned that he has trouble reciprocating. The older boy is holding Jungkook by the waist, the gesture somehow possessive yet soothing at the same time.
Jungkook is experiencing difficulties breathing. Since when does Jimin kiss like that?
"Nice work, but Becca already left. The girl next to me was just some random girl who asked for my number," he states once he can form words again.
Jimin looks very pleased with himself despite missing the one girl he was meant to repel. "Oh. Well, then my jealousy was still justified. No girls need to have your number for dating purposes," he says and pecks the tip of Jungkook's nose for good measure.
Jungkook shakes his head, laughing. "You are a nut job."
Jimin smiles. "Might be. Come on, let's go eat, I left you some fajitas."
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the happy fucking couple," someone calls out to them then, and the guy who caused Jimin and Jungkook to become roomies walks up to them with a friend.
Jimin and Jungkook exchange a quick panicked look before Jungkook steps slightly closer to Jimin who discreetly puts an arm around him.
"How's it going?" Jungkook says, playing it cool.
The guy ignores his attempt for small-talk, and Jungkook can't really blame him. The whole situation is just so wrong and profoundly weird. "So, I've been talking to a bunch of people and no one seems to have ever heard anything about you being married."
"And? I don't like people knowing my business," Jungkook quickly counters. Finally his secretive nature comes to benefit him.
"That's just it, Jungkookie. Everyone agreed that if you had a hubby you'd never cheat on him. Funny, isn't it? It appears that your friends hold you in a higher value than they should."
Jungkook hesitates, so Jimin steps in. "He didn't cheat. We separated for a while to focus on school and agreed to see other people to figure out if what we had was worth salvaging. What you witnessed was me returning to our apartment to beg my husband to take me back because there is no one like him."
"Your 'husband' has been banging half the school," the guy spits at Jimin, but he remains calm, refusing to let the guy annoy him into telling the truth.
"It's none of your beeswax what my husband does. He's a very physical person, so he also deals with emotions physically," Jimin claims, and Jungkook tries not to let his jaw drop at the description. He supposes that it's not inaccurate, he just hadn't realized that Jimin understood him so well.
Even if he didn't actually use his hook-ups to determine whether he should stay married to Jimin, but to determine what he wanted from a relationship and what kind of people he even liked. Still, the theory applied.
"Just drop the act. You're not even married!" the guy snaps then, having lost all of his humor.
Jimin smirks at his anger. "Sure we are."
"Happiest day of my life," Jungkook chimes in, smiling at Jimin whom coos at him.
"When was the wedding then?" the guy's friend asks when the other seems too enraged to speak.
"December 14th, three years ago," Jimin easily lies since on that date they had been to a wedding of Jimin's dad's colleague Seokjin's mom also worked with. Jimin had brought along Namjoon as his avec and Seokjin Jungkook. Seokjin and Namjoon hooked up, so Jungkook and Jimin were left to entertain themselves.
"My Jiminie loves Christmas, so we wanted to give him one more thing to celebrate that month," Jungkook says to demonstrate how well he knows Jimin. Their 'love story' sounds believable enough, although they are making it up as they go. Thankfully this isn't the first time he and Jimin have had to come up with a story on spot.
"We first wanted to get married in June, but then we thought 'what a cliche' and went with a winter wedding instead," Jimin adds.
"Oh really? Where was your wedding? Which song did you dance to? What food did you offer? Band or DJ?" the guy interrogates, and Jimin would tell him to mind his own business if he wasn't having so much fun making up their fake love story.
"We got married in New Zealand which was amazing. Gorgeous scenery. Our song is Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran and during our first dance as husbands Kook held my hand so tightly that my pinkie actually fractured," he describes and shoots a wink at Jungkook whom groans.
"I didn't even hold it that tightly, you just have the bones of a bird," Jungkook rushes to defend himself. The words come out naturally cranky since once upon a time at a wedding that wasn't theirs Jungkook had fractured Jimin's pinkie for holding on too tightly. It was back when they had just met in high school and didn't really know each other. Jungkook was a shy kid and got really flustered when Jimin asked him to dance.
Jimin laughs. "I'm not holding a grudge, babe. It was cute that you were so nervous," he replies, and he really means it. At first when Jimin and Jungkook met, they had teased each other a lot, but that fracture was what had made them true friends.
The guy's friend gives the guy a long sharp glare. "I see. Sorry we bothered you, won't happen again," he says and drags his friend away.
As they walk away, Jungkook and Jimin can hear him lecturing, "How dare you make me grill that innocent couple with you? They are obviously madly in love, you need to lay the fuck off of them."
Jungkook and Jimin bump their fists in quiet victory.
"Halloween party in Flatbush!" Jungkook hollers as soon as he walks into the game room where Jimin is lying on the bed with his textbook.
"I've got to study", he very predictably announces without even considering Jungkook's offer. That is about to change since tonight he won't just drop the question even if Jimin tells him to. He has been cooped up inside the apartment for far too long, only leaving to go to lectures.
"No, you don't," Jungkook denies and simply steals Jimin's book from him.
"Give that back," Jimin commands, standing up and trying to retrieve what is his while Jungkook keeps him at bay with one hand while the other is busy flipping a portrait open and revealing a safe behind it.
Jimin suddenly gets a very bad feeling from what's about to happen next. "Jeon Jungkook, you give that book back right now or else," he threatens but to no avail.
"No, I will not. I'm holding it hostage this evening because you are coming with me to a party," Jungkook says slamming the safe's door closed and then pressing a few buttons to lock it.
Jungkook's actions leave Jimin speechless.
"Jungkook-ssi, I really don't want to go," he enunciates once his brain starts working again. He often switches to formal Korean when he is upset with Jungkook, and Jungkook knows that which is why he hates it when he does. Their group of friends doesn't really bother with honorifics after so many years of being friends and due to New York's equality policies catching onto them as well. So when Jimin starts speaking in formal Korean, Jungkook always knows that he has fucked up.
Jungkook shoots him a look. "Don't start with the honorifics. Jimin, you are coming. This isn't a negotiation."
"I don't even have a costume," Jimin beats around the bush.
Jungkook flashes a victorious grin when he hears Jimin advancing from definite 'no' to an excuse because excuses can be persuaded, excuses are a 'maybe'.
"I knew you'd say that which is why when I picked up my outfit, I got you something too. Apparently, there is a discount if you buy a couple costume. Personally, I thought that it was an outrageous misuse of personal power as an entrepreneur, but then I remembered that everyone hates couple's costumes and literally no one buys them except for gross overly attached psycho couples which is why I think it'd be perfect for us, hubby," he babbles on in a calculated bubbly voice and shows off what he bought.
"Sweet mother of Mary, what are thoooooose?" Jimin gasps as Jungkook brings out two costumes.
"Don't be rude. Instead, be Luigi to my Mario," Jungkook proposes, and Jimin throws a pillow his way.
"Aren't they brothers? Gross. Besides, these costumes barely even look like Luigi and Mario's," he critiques as he examines the costumes that only share the same colors as the original Mario Bros.
"Killjoy. Unfortunately, you are still going to suit up and wear this monstrosity," Jungkook commands and Jimin boos. Then Jungkook smirks. "And since we are just friends, what does it matter if we go as characters who are brothers?"
Jimin rolls his eyes. "I meant that it's gross they were in the couple costumes section since they are brothers and hopefully no one wants to see Luigi and Mario making out," he answers, carefully avoiding the trap laid out for him.
"Well, thankfully you and I are wearing these bad boys to make sure no couples wear them and make everyone uncomfortable with their PDA."
"Why don't you wear one of these and you could be like, it's-a me, Mario, international playboy, instead," Jimin mutters and Jungkook frowns.
"What happened, Jimin? Why are you living with me?" Jungkook asks before thinking it through. He isn't used to Jimin keeping secrets like this although Jimin is known to be very secretive. He just never was towards Jungkook.
Jimin wags a finger at him. "Tut, tut. We had a deal, Jungkookie."
"I know, but—" Jungkook tries to argue, but Jimin is not having it.
"No buts. Give me my book back and let me study."
"You don't even study that much. I've seen you stare at the same page for an hour when you think that I'm not paying attention. Something happened. Why won't you tell me what it was?" Jungkook pushes.
Jimin moves toward the door. "I'll go study at the cafe downstairs instead, so you can focus on getting ready," he says only to be caught by the shoulders and turned around to face his roommate.
Jungkook's eyes are too brown, too sincere, too distracting. "Jimin-ah. Don't be like this. I'm just worried," he says, and Jimin tries to hold on to his ire that he can feel drifting away like a kite caught in a whirlwind.
"Well, don't be. I'm fine."
"It's been three weeks. Are you just never going to speak to Baekhyun hyung again?"
Jimin slips from Jungkook's grip and starts to say, "If you want me to go—"
"Shut up. You know that's not it. The only place I want you to go is Flatbush and this awesome party my friend told me about," Jungkook interrupts.
"No, thank you."
Suddenly Jungkook pounces on Jimin who groans loudly at the sudden weight on him as they both fall back on the bed. "Dude, get off," he orders and tries to push away Jungkook whom won't budge.
"Go with me or I'll make you the biggest hickey known to man just in time for your presentation on Monday," Jungkook says, and to show Jimin that he means business, he kisses the spot right above Jimin's collarbone, making Jimin shudder.
Jimin struggles to get free. "That's extortion, Jeon Jungkook."
Jungkook grins like a wolf about to devour a helpless baby chick. "Why, yes it is. Apparently the game room actually is for extortionists and squatters."
Giving up the fight, Jimin stares into his eyes, and Jungkook stares back, their faces only inches apart. "You are one needy little baby, you know that?" Jimin huffs then.
"I do know that, thank you. But look at the upside: I'm your needy little baby, hubby."
"How is that the upside?" Jimin points out and grins when Jungkook squeezes his side in retaliation.
"Don't be mean, Jiminie. Secretly you do want to come, but your inner ahjumma is holding you back which is why as your husband, it's my duty to save you from dying from sexual starvation."
"Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do, hubby?" Jimin challenges, and just like that, the atmosphere changes from playful to prurient.
Jungkook alters his position so that now his leg is between Jimin's, slowly moving it in place while very deliberately brushing against Jimin's groin, caging him against the bed.
Jimin's eyes fly open.
"You bastard," he wheezes, willing himself not to get aroused.
Jungkook snickers evilly. "I'm all ready and willing to play dirty just to get you to come with me," he says, and Jimin groans at his purposely poorly chosen words. "Either come with me or suffer the consequences."
Jimin glares at him. "I will get you back for this."
"I sure hope you will. It'd be selfish to never give and only receive," Jungkook claims, and he runs before Jimin can smack him.
The first thing Jimin and Jungkook see outside the warehouse where the party is held at is a girl dressed up as a pumpkin throwing up and her friend, John Lennon, holding her hair all the while calling a cab for her and it is only nine in the evening.
Jimin nods to himself. "This is a Brooklyn party, all right."
"Don't knock it 'til you try it."
"I have tried it. I've spent three Halloweens in Brooklyn. I live in Brooklyn. I know all about Brooklyn parties."
"But have you been to a Halloween rave before?"
"You brought me to a rave? Duuuuude," Jimin complains and turns on his heels to leave before they even reach the warehouse door.
Jungkook pulls him back. "Easy, babe. There's a haunted house, too. At the very least check it out, please."
"Okay then. Let us mingle, hubby. Meet back here later," Jimin suggests as he makes his way toward the line for the bar.
Soon enough Jungkook wishes they had stayed together when he spots a familiar face and what's more, when said familiar face spots him.
"Hey Jungkook," Becca greets him, and as always, horribly mispronouncing his name despite hearing time and time again other people saying it in a correct way. Becca over enunciates the letters, making his name sound more like freaking 'Tsungkuk' than Jungkook and he hates it. He'd prefer that she didn't call out to him in the first place, but it's definitely worse when she says his name wrong.
This time it seems that she has been drinking on top of everything else, and she slurs his name a bit more.
Jungkook grinds his teeth.
"What are you doing after this party? I'm thinking, you, me and a bottle of whipped cream," she says in a voice that is probably meant to be seductive, but it does nothing to Jungkook.
"Becca. I told you I'm not interested. As a matter of fact, I'm here with someone."
"Oh really? Where is she?" Becca challenges with the most condescending look on her round face, and Jungkook hates her more than he has ever hated anyone before.
"He is around here... somewhere," Jungkook claims, wildly glancing around for Jimin to randomly appear next to him like he has a habit of doing when he notices Jungkook in a tight spot.
Becca laughs obnoxiously loudly. "Sure he is. And what exactly does he look like?"
Now Jungkook digs out his phone, ready to present as evidence the selfie he and Jimin took the previous weekend and that he set as his phone's background for precisely questions like this.
Becca peaks at the photo. "That just looks like two friends," she claims, and Jungkook can't believe he is having this discussion with someone so educated and well-read. How can she be so dense?
"Do friends do this?"
And with that, Jungkook is spun around and kissed so deeply that it has his knees buckling. He smiles into the kiss. Jimin came through after all.
Jimin tastes like vodka and cherry cola so Jungkook blames the drunken hazy feeling spreading in his brain on him. He is not as stunned as he was before and is able to respond well (and very enthusiastically), but still Jimin's kisses are unlike anyone else's, and he isn't quite sure why that is. Maybe because he is a great kisser? Because he seeems to know exactly how to touch Jungkook without being told? In any case, he is enchanted.
Finally stopping from trying to consume Jungkook's lips, Jimin turns to smirk at Becca. "You were saying?"
Becca scowls at him, taking a step back. "You're disgusting."
Jimin smiles brightly to her face, so brightly that Jungkook tightens his hold on Jimin's waist, so he won't do anything stupid like throw his drink square in Becca Blitz's face. "Sorry, bitch. He is taken and you are just going to have to get over it," Jimin states gleefully.
Becca walks off with one last murderous glare that both Jimin and Jungkook ignore in favor of greeting one another.
Jimin smiles up at Jungkook as he turns to look at him and leaning further against his body. "Hey, hubby."
"Hey. You really went all out, huh?"
"She pissed me off. Was it too much?" Jimin worries then. Maybe he had gone too far?
Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. "She should piss you off more."
Jimin giggles and smacks his ass before wandering off again. He heads into the haunted house alone, but as soon as he walks inside, he wishes he had asked Jungkook to come with him.
It's scary, to say the least, and as much as Jimin likes to act like he is fearless, in reality he is bit of scaredy cat. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he can only deal with scary things when he is around Jungkook for two reasons. One, he can't show weakness to Jungkook or he'd risk being mocked until kingdom come. Two, he is certain that Jungkook could beat up all and any ghosts, monsters and murderers attempting to kill them in their sleep.
Jimin's pride doesn't allow for him to back right out of the haunted house, so he toughens up. He is doing okay (if maybe a bit squeaky) until he enters a maze full of mirrors. He walks until he finds that he has trapped himself in a cul-de-sac and looks up from his feet he has rather adamantly stared at all through the haunted house to avoid being spooked.
There is a face in the mirror, a disturbance in the Force. Just as he is about to scream he realizes that it's a familiar face, sad eyes heavily colored with dark eyeliner and his currently light-colored hair styled up according to the latest trend that he himself probably started.
"Jimin-ah..." the newcomer calls out in a quiet voice.
"Nope," Jimin replies curtly. "Nope."
And pushes his way between two teens making out against the mirror on his left to get away from one Buyn Baekhyun.
Jungkook doesn't see Jimin again until an hour later when he tries to just walk past him with a brief 'see you at home'.
He catches Jimin by his forearm which makes the sexy doctor he is currently flirting with raise a brow.
"Jiminie hyung, where are you going?" he asks in Korean because he doesn't want the doctor to understand them. He and Jimin usually try to keep their speech in English while around other people, but they always speak Korean when they are alone.
Jimin gives him a slight smile. "I'm not feeling well. Too much alcohol, too little food. You know how it is. I'll see you later."
"Jiminie..." he speaks without honorifics because there is no Koreans near and thus he can't be called out for using informal language with someone older than him.
"You speak Chinese. That's so cool!" the doctor cheers in ignorance. Jungkook just sighs in response and chases after Jimin who is disappearing into the crowd.
He sees Jimin jump into a cab and drive away right as he is about to reach him. That confirms Jimin's state of mind since he hardly ever takes a cab, always choosing public transportation or even walking instead.
Unless he needs to make a speedy exit.
Someone rushes out there just then, looking around as if searching for something. Jungkook routinely checks who it is and smiles when he recognizes the newcomer.
It's Jimin's roommate Baekhyun. He smiles and gives Jungkook a hug. "Jungkook-ah, hey. Happy Halloween."
"Hyung, how are you?" Jungkook greets back, quickly switching back to formal Korean. Baekhyun is older than both him and Jimin and a lot less lenient in allowing informal speech. Most Koreans are, Jungkook and his friends are a big exception to the rule.
"Good, good... So, uh, is Jimin here? I thought I saw him with you earlier," Baekhyun hesitantly asks.
"No, he just left. Said that he wasn't feeling well."
Baekhyun nods to himself, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "More like he saw me and didn't want to deal with me."
"What even happened between you two? Why isn't he living with you anymore? You used to adore him," Jungkook can't help but pry when an opportunity presents itself.
Baekhyun offers him a small sad smile. "I still do. Jimin... Jimin is the sweetest person I know."
"So what did you do that drove him to live with me?"
Baekhyun is slightly thrown off by Jungkook's directness. "I, uh, I... Well, remember Chanyeol?" he splutters.
Jungkook's brows rise. Oh no. "Jimin hyung's ex?"
Baekhyun nods, his eyes downcast. "Yeah... I kind of... fell for him."
"You stole his boyfriend?" Jungkook asks point-blank. No wonder Jimin has been so weird lately.
Baekhyun gives Jungkook a little smack on the arm for thinking such a thing about him.
"No, of course not! Nothing happened while they dated. But few months after they broke up I ran into Chanyeol and we got to talking because we had gotten pretty close while he still dated Jiminie. And, well..." his voice fades away and he looks ashamed.
Jungkook feels a little bad for him, especially now that he knows that Baekhyun hasn't broken Jimin's heart by cheating with his boyfriend. "Does Jimin hyung know all this?"
Baekhyun shakes his head. "No. He won't let me explain. He kind of... walked in on us and hasn't spoken to me since," he confesses and Jungkook grimaces. A lot of things are now starting to make sense to him like how Jimin didn't want to come out since the party was in his old neighborhood: he didn't want to run into Baekhyun.
"Hyung hasn't told me any of this."
Baekhyun shrugs. "You know how he is. He likes to deal with things on his own."
"Yeah, I guess that's true."
"Could you please tell him to call me?" the older man pleas.
"Ah, hyung..." Jungkook starts, feeling uncomfortable to be put in the middle of someone else's fight.
"Nothing else, I promise, okay?" Baekhyun hurries to explain. His eyes look so dark and sad. "I just want him to know that I'm sorry."
Jungkook nods. "I'll tell him. But I can't promise he'll still want to talk to you."
"That's okay. He needs to calm down first."
Then Chanyeol starts walking their way with Baekhyun's drink, and Jungkook needs to keep moving. He may understand Baekhyun's reasoning, but the thing is that with all probability Chanyeol still broke Jimin's heart, and Jungkook doesn't think he could act friendly with someone who had Jimin and was stupid enough to let him go and even fall for someone else.
How on earth couldn't Chanyeol see how lucky he was?
"Let me give you a physical," the drunken doctor slurs to him, appearing out of nowhere just as Jungkook is about to leave the party.
Jungkook shakes his head. "Not tonight, Doc," he denies. He has got someone much more important on his mind.
Jimin is sulking on the sofa by the time Jungkook reaches the apartment. He barely responds when Jungkook walks in, his full attention on the very same drama. This time Jungkook understands the meaning behind the choice, realizes why Jimin has resorted to his old favorite show to keep his temper in check.
"I ran into Baekhyun hyung. He wishes you'd call him," Jungkook starts off. He doesn't see the benefit of calming Jimin down before questioning his past actions; in fact, he is certain that as soon as Jimin calms down, he'll shut down again.
Jimin huffs. "I bet he does."
"Don't you think you should?" Jungkook questions quietly. He has known Baekhyun for two years, and he is absolutely certain that Baekhyun would never set out to hurt Jimin. Usually Baekhyun made others hurt if they even dared to think about causing Jimin any harm.
"Babe, I love that you're concerning yourself with this, but you don't even know what happened," Jimin replies with a fake smile that Jungkook can see right through.
"Baekhyun hyung told me."
"Of course he did. That boy can't keep his mouth shut any more than he can keep his legs crossed," Jimin mutters, bitterness oozing off of every syllable.
"He sounded really sad, Min."
"I don't care if he is sad, Jungkook. You don't lie to the people you love, and from what I've heard Baekhyun has been lying to me for over six months."
"Don't you feel bad for him?"
Jimin shoots him a sharp look. "Jungkook, whose side are you on?"
"There are no sid— yours, yours, yours!" he exclaims when Jimin pinches his underarm, tightening and tightening the hold of his skinny fingers on Jungkook's sensitive skin until he caves in.
"That's what I thought. I'm not ready to forgive him. He has made me question whether we were ever really friends at all, and it's breaking my heart."
"Don't you think you should hear him out?"
Jimin shakes his head. "No. If I see Baekhyun I'll forgive him instantly because I can't stand to see him unhappy, and if I did forgive him just like that I'd never forgive myself for being such a pushover."
"You're not a pushover, hyung."
"Not usually," Jimin agrees and sighs. "But Byun Baekhyun gets under my skin in a way that only very few people can."
"Okay. Fuck him then. Margaritas?" Jungkook offers and waves the jug in his hand.
Jimin bursts out laughing. "Margaritas," he agrees in the middle of his giggles.
Jungkook brings out the bottle of tequila and Jimin ransacks the fridge for lime juice. They play poker and drink margaritas until they feel sick just looking at the margarita jug. It's nice and careless, everything that Jungkook promised the night to be albeit he didn't mean for their night to end with just the two of them at home goofing around like two idiots but it still serves the purpose to cheer Jimin up.
They play poker and crack ridiculous jokes and eventually fall asleep on the couch again which is not any better for their spines now than it was the last time they did it.
"So we hear that congratulations are in order," Yoongi states as he settles onto the large grey sofa in Jungkook's living room.
Taehyung nods. "Yeah, although I'm a little hurt that I didn't even get an invitation despite supposedly being best friends with the both of you," he complains very convincingly.
Jimin and Jungkook both groan loudly and glance at one another as if to say: how are we going to get out of this one?
"I thought we were friends and then you guys go and get married and get separated and then move back in together, all this without breathing a word to me," Hoseok chimes and then fakes tears.
Seokjin delivers the final blow. "How could you even consider a divorce? You need to think about the children!" he cries out, and Namjoon almost chuckles but catches himself on the last minute, so he can pretend to be upset too.
"Okay, so, listen..." Jungkook starts to say and Jimin looks away, wanting nothing to do with this confession since he is very aware of how stupid their arrangement is. "We just said that to get rid of some weirdo who wouldn't leave my apartment and now he is taking revenge by making sure everyone knows that I'm a married man."
"No need to make excuses, Kook. I totally ship it," Hoseok announces mischievously and pats both of their heads rather hard.
Jungkook huffs. "Oh, fuck off. I just need to lay low for a while and let it all blow over."
"You just like having someone cooking for you and washing your laundry," Taehyung teases. "Mr. and Mr. Jeon."
The words somehow rub Jungkook the wrong way although he isn't quite sure why. Still, he punches Taehyung's shoulder a bit harder than need be before walking off to get another beer.
The next week Jungkook is heading home after a rather painful study group meeting with Becca Blitz. He is in a terrible mood: deterred from the amount of school work he'll have to do and exhausted from having his sexuality and relationship disrespected whenever there was even half a chance. Sure, it's not a real relationship, but it very well could be, and Jungkook is tired of playing deaf to all the ignorant not to mention insulting remarks that Becca keeps making. He tries to tell himself that he only has to deal with Becca for few more weeks until their group project is due, but he is so beaten down that the usual peptalk doesn't seem to be working anymore.
He opens the apartment door and is immediately greeted by a warmth that never was there before. The photographs alone that they hung on the walls bring forth a sense of happiness that is hard to define. His apartment is no longer just a space with walls and a roof, it's a home that seems to embrace him as soon as he steps over the threshold.
The apartment is clean, Jimin must have guilty-cleaned like he tends to do to avoid talking like they should. He doesn't want to address the weirdness that has been surrounding them ever since their friends's visit. There is also a basket full of dry clothes, so Jimin has done laundry too. He must be feeling extra awkward.
Jimin himself is currently trying to outsing the radio while doing dishes that didn't fit in the washing machine. The white T-shirt he is wearing is already littered with wet splashes, and Jungkook can picture him focusing so hard on his singing that he hasn't even noticed the wet shirt.
But Jungkook certainly has and he can't tear his eyes away, can't stop staring at the places where the clammy T-shirt clings to Jimin's skin, revealing each muscle on Jimin's upper body.
Jungkook's throat goes dry and he nearly jumps out of his skin when a pot of food on the stove lets out a hiss.
And that's when Jungkook realizes that he is going to miss Jimin like hell if he ever finds a new place.
Jimin turns around just then and notices him standing on the doorstep. "Oh hey, I didn’t hear you come in. You hungry? My class ended early, so I made kimbap and some other dishes."
Jungkook doesn't reply, he just stares at him blankly. Jimin looks at him in curiosity. "Jungkook, what is it?"
"It’s just… that’s my shirt", Jungkook somehow manages to answer although it feels as if though his tongue has turned into cotton.
Jimin frowns. "So? You wore my hoodie last week. And you have practically stolen all my rings."
He is not wrong. And it's definitely not the first time Jimin has worn his clothes and he never said anything about it. "Yeah, I mean… but it’s just…" he struggles to find the words.
"It’s just what?" Jimin asks, growing impatient.
"That’s my favorite shirt," Jungkook claims, and Jimin snorts incredulously.
"What? You have like 50 identical white T-shirts. How is this your favorite?" he demands to know and pulls at the white fabric, only drawing Jungkook's attention back to his body.
He gulps and tries to gather his thoughts enough to form even a somewhat coherent counter argument. "They’re not identical!"
"They’re all white T-shirts! How exactly are they different?"
"They are from different places! And one of them has a blue stitching!"
"Okay, fuck, I’ll take it off!" Jimin exclaims in frustration and makes a move to take off the shirt, but Jungkook is quick to stop him. Shirtless Jimin just might be too much for him to handle.
Jimin looks at him funny. "Which is it? You don’t want me to wear it or you don’t want me to take it off? What do you want me to do?”
Jungkook shakes his head. “Nothing. It’s… nothing. Forget I said anything."
"Jungkook," Jimin calls out, looking for an explanation, but Jungkook deliberately ignores him and goes to the game room. Jimin huffs in annoyance, but decides to let it go for now. He figures that Jungkook has just had a long day.
Until it happens again the next day, this time over Jimin using the last of their milk supply. Again Jimin lets him rant in the hopes he might slip out what he's actually angry about.
But then he flips over Jimin's socks on the floor.
Now Jimin loses it. "Jungkook, what is it?" he yells. "What's wrong?"
There is fire in Jimin's otherwise kind eyes. "Don't you dare say nothing is wrong when you are constantly picking petty fights," he nearly growls, and Jungkook backs down even if only slightly, relying on semantics.
"Is it picking fights if I'm simply reminding you that—"
Jimin is not having it. "Cut the crap. We've known each other for almost five years, don't you think I can tell when you've got something on your mind?"
Jungkook picks up a paper and starts reading out loud apartments that are for rent. "Oh look, there is this great one bedroom apartment available right away in Bed-Stuy. And there is another one available in Park Slope."
Jimin stares at him, seething in silence. He can't very well argue back since he should have been looking for an apartment all along. And he has meant to do just that; he has just been having so much fun with Jungkook that it sort of slipped his mind.
"You want me to go? Is that what all this is about?" he asks with a voice that has been forced steady and calm. Most people would never notice it, but Jungkook knows Jimin well. Too well.
"This was always supposed to be a temporary solution," Jungkook replies icily, reiterating something he has been trying to tell himself ever since he realized that he didn't want Jimin to leave.
Jimin stays silent for a long time before nodding. "As you wish," he says quietly before walking out of the door and Jungkook's heart drops to the floor, crashing like a snow globe despite everything he has done to try and keep it intact.
That night when Jimin finally returns to the apartment, Jungkook is still awake. Like he could sleep when his mind won't leave Jimin's side, conjuring up more and more horrible images of what he might be doing now that he is furious at Jungkook and alone somewhere in New York City on a Friday night.
When the key turns in the lock, Jungkook lets out a long panic-ridden sigh he didn't know he was holding. He came back.
"Jimin," he calls out as soon as the boy in question steps inside, shedding his coat.
"Hey." Jimin is quiet for a moment before adding, "I thought you'd be sleeping already."
"So, listen... I talked to a few friends today, and one of them has a place where I can stay for a few days. I'll leave in the morning if that's cool with you."
Jungkook stands up. "No, Jiminie, don't go. I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it."
Jimin shakes his head. The night out of the apartment has given him a lot of time to think about their fight. "No, you were right."
"I wasn't. It's just been a weird week, and yesterday was plain horrible. I'm really sorry for taking it out on you."
"Yeah, me too," Jimin says as he slumps down on the couch.
"Look, I found us a song to commemorate our first fight."
Jimin rolls his eyes. "This was so not our first fight."
"No, our first fight as fake husbands. God, Min, keep up," Jungkook scolds playfully.
Jimin laughs out loud when Jungkook plays 'Un-Break My Heart' on his phone he quickly plugs into the speaker, thus allowing the song to softly play at a pleasant volume that at the same time sounds like the singer is whispering into their ears but not disturbing their conversation.
Jungkook then offers his hand to Jimin to take, so they could dance together, but Jimin refuses, laughing at the silly gesture.
Jungkook shoots Jimin a pleading look. "Please. It's Christmas."
"It's November 6th, Jungkook," Jimin dead-pans.
"Minie..." Jungkook muses and reaches for Jimin's hand whom doesn't try to stop him and allows Jungkook to entwine their fingers. Jungkook pulls him to his feet, beginning to sway alongside him.
The apartment is quiet, bathing in the dim light of the crescent moon. New York never sleeps, but in that moment, they can almost delude themselves into thinking it just might, for them, close one eye.
Another song plays, but they pay no mind to the change, only focusing on the relaxed atmosphere and taking comfort in each other's presence.
This is nice, Jimin thinks in a somewhat haze caused by the moonlight and the mere oddness of this little moment they are having. There is some strange poetic beauty in sharing a romantic midnight dance with such a notorious heartbreaker.
The same haze is clouding Jungkook's mind as he leans into Jimin's neck, allowing his warm breath to tickle the delicate skin there.
"Stop that," Jimin murmurs.
Jungkook smiles into his neck. "Stop what?" he asks, playing dumb.
Jimin doesn't reply in words. He simply leans in and kisses him. The kiss is different from the ones they've shared before in their relationship that has for a long time teetered between friendly and romantic. It's not a greeting kiss, it is not a good luck kiss nor is it a prank. When Jimin kisses him, Jungkook's lips feel as if they have been burned, attacked in the gentlest way possible and this time it's him who has trouble functioning.
Jimin curses under his breath. "This is a bad idea," he says and pulls away. He walks into the game room, and it's clear that Jungkook is sleeping alone that night.
And then the next morning he also wakes up alone, only to find all of Jimin's belongings gone and his key neatly sitting on the coffee table, and he realizes with the burning sense of something angry and broken and painful in his chest that just like before, Jimin never promised.
He never promised not to leave.