“So, what did you think?”
Jungkook blinked away the remaining sleep in his eyes, absentmindedly sipping on the cup of black coffee the scientist had handed him. They were already in the elevator, going down, the younger man barely able to make it out of his bedroom before being pulled into the large metal box. His mind was still hazy from slumber and his thoughts scrambled together at the question, but the feeling that overcame all others was the lingering anxiousness of finally meeting the clones.
All night he had dreamed of them, of how they could be, of what their voices would sound like. If their hands would feel warm, if their smiles would connect to their eyes like Jimin’s did. Would they like him? Would they talk to him, let them into their head? Numerous other questions popped up in his mind and he could already feel a growing headache at the front of his forehead, fingers instinctively going up to massage his temple and the spot between his eyebrows.
How would his first meeting with them go? Would he be shocked, scared, curious? Would he be able to speak properly, to approach them just as if they were normal humans? A part of him knew that he needed to act natural, professional, but it was hard to set himself in such a mindset when he was about to meet with the most incredible science advancement known to man.
Jungkook was but an average guy, who had set himself on being an officer of the law, but this whole twist in his path had turned that all upside down.
He was part of something much, much bigger now.
Jimin chuckled and walked out of the halted elevator, stride quick and peppy, contrasting with Jungkook’s uncertain, careful steps. The scientist seemed happy, a little more energetic than the previous day, and Jungkook could only wonder why. Even if dark circles dug beneath his eyes, they seemed brighter than ever, and the faint smile stretched across his lips could only mean he was enthusiastic.
Of course, the man was most likely excited to show his experiment to an outsider, but there seemed to be something more. Something that Jungkook could not identify.
“Have you been up for a while?”
Jimin eyed his watch that indicated it was thirty minutes past six o’clock, and Jungkook wondered if every morning he would have to get up so early. Not that he minded, but it would be a stark difference compared to his usual schedule of afternoon or night shifts. “About two hours.”
“Do you always wake up this early?”
“No, but I had an idea… one I could not ignore.”
With those words Jimin pushed the door to his lab open, Jungkook following closely behind, and the mug that had been tight between the younger man’s hands almost slipped. As much as he had thought looking over their profiles and continuously thinking about how they could be would have helped him in his first encounter with them, he had been completely wrong. The short gasp he had kept in finally left his mouth, and he watched the scientist make his way to the other figure that stood, unbothered, behind the long steel counter.
It was him, unmistakably, and the younger man could not help but first notice how perfect he was; unblemished skin and velvety lips, long dark eyelashes atop piercing brown eyes. His blonde hair fell perfectly above his forehead and the beauty of the clone was most certainly unreal to witness.
The clone’s sole presence seemed so unlikely, as if Jungkook had not been studying that copy’s profile the night before, as if he was not even supposed to be there in the first place. It was unexpected, to just walk in and see him there, natural and comfortable in his own environment.
He was moving, breathing, living: a perfect human copy, all physical traits considered.
Jungkook could only blink, jaw hanging and eyes open wide as if to take in the most he could in that quick moment, openly scrutinizing the clone’s face and body and almost desperately trying to find a difference he could have had with his creator. The two of them standing next to each other was a sight that made him question if he was even awake at that moment, or if he was still comfortably tucked in his bed and only dreaming of this unpredictable encounter.
It was unbelievable how real he looked, how strikingly alike Jimin he was with the slight crease of concentration between his eyebrows, the subtle twitch in his lips when faced with a tough thought. Jungkook stood in the threshold, stunned, openly staring at the clone that was too busy with his work to even notice him, barely acknowledging his creator’s presence.
A step forward let Jungkook see what he was doing, careful fingers occupied by delicately handling test tubes and transferring the azure liquid into a larger beaker.
He was beautiful, yes. But also very frightening.
“001, we have a visitor.”
Only then did the clone’s eyes flick upwards from his work and locked onto Jungkook’s, effectively stunning him into place once again. There was something different to him, and at that very moment, his initial dismay turned into more of a curiosity, blooming into his mind alongside multiple inquiries and theories. The warmth he had seen in Jimin’s eyes was not present, or maybe so barely there, a blank facial expression and nonchalant gaze scrutinizing him up and down. He felt like he was being scanned, and his body instinctively stayed immobile.
As if he was faced with a wild animal he knew nothing of.
There was something so gripping about him; he seemed almost magical, too perfect, and that was the exact difference he had with Jimin. He had absolutely no physical flaws, better posture than the hunched scientist, shoulders straight and neck longer. A body that had only lived for a couple of years yet was fully grown: a concept Jungkook could not quite wrap his mind around just yet.
“Jungkook, are you there?”
The man snapped out of his admirative, confused daze and immediately stepped forward, mechanically moving closer to the pair that stared back at him curiously. Seeing the same examining expression on the two of them was very disconcerting, but he pushed the thought at the back of his mind and tried his best to focus.
If he were to live in the facility and work with them for the next three months, he had to stay professional and put his initial thoughts about them to the side. He had signed a contract, had put his reputation within his academy and company on the line, and this job would definitely make it or break it for him.
Three months. All he had to do was make sure of Jimin’s security and interact with the clones for ninety-two days. It was more than possible: Jungkook had gone through rough, arduous training for the majority of his education and short career, which made all of this experiment seem like a piece of cake if he compared the two. He was going to live in the lap of luxury and interact with the latest, most incredible scientific discovery known to man and even get the chance to be a part of the experiment, shifting the course of his earlier, rather ordinary life.
A creation that would change humankind forever.
Only then did Jungkook notice the staggering beat of his heart, finally slipping out of his thoughts and concentrating on what was going on in front of him. Without thinking, he reached his hand outwards to 001, the slight shake in his shoulders reaching to his fingertips, putting on the best smile he could muster no matter the ever-present nervousness coursing through his limbs.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook, and I can’t wait to work-”
“Get to know you.”
There was a slight shift in Jimin’s glare, something Jungkook could only decipher as ‘don’t talk just yet’, so the younger man nodded and smiled at the scientist’s words. The clone took a hold of Jungkook’s hand, fingers delicate and soft but hold stronger than he could have imagined from smaller hands than his own, and the warmth of it almost made him jump. His heartbeat had grown quicker, louder, booming in his head and he really hoped the clone had not felt the dampness of his palm in their quick handshake.
Would he even make sense of what it meant? Had he ever met someone so intimidated by his presence? The little information he knew about these clones just struck him, and he hoped Jimin would guide him a little more than with the brief profiles he had constructed for him. They had most definitely been helpful in categorizing their personalities, guiding how he should act according to each of their differing behavior, but there was so much more he needed to know to get a clear idea of who they were.
“001, could you go and analyze these in the backroom? I need the rundown in fifteen minutes.”
The blond man bowed and immediately turned on his heels, circling around the massive shelves and disappearing behind yet another large door. When the sound of the door closing echoed, Jimin took a hold of Jungkook’s wrist and pulled out a stool for him, motioning for him to sit. He did, frowning at the scientist that seemed lost in his own thoughts and was nibbling his bottom lip, watching as he also sat in front of him.
“I forgot to tell you something yesterday.”
“Alright… what is it?” Jimin let go of his wrist, but his fingers lingered for a short moment on his hand before quickly bringing it back to his own lap.
“Remember when you asked me why I chose you?” Jungkook nodded, easily recalling their conversation from the previous night. “I said you were attractive, social, a good man. But you’re also great at making friends.”
“And what does that have to do with the-”
“I want you to become friends with them. Get close.”
Jungkook’s head cocked to the side, confused but especially curious, letting the man finish his thoughts before speaking his mind.
“You see… I’m trying something new. Instead of having psychologists and psychiatrists come in and analyze them, professionally and very to-the-book, I wanted to see how differently they would interact with a friend. I really feel like they’ll open up more to someone they trust, and not just a figure of authority, you know? They were never completely honest with them, but I believe that they will be with you.”
He sighed and raised his eyebrows as if he were unsure of himself. “If you succeed in befriending them, that is.”
The words hit him hard, like Jimin was questioning whether or not he was up for the task, that he had the capabilities of succeeding. Jungkook had always been a rather confident man, never really had to prove himself for anything, but now it felt like he had to. Like he was walking on a thin line, like his post was still uncertain even though he had signed a contract making it clear he would be living and working there for the duration of three entire months.
For a moment he zoned out, anxiety and uncertainty bleeding into his mind, but after reminding himself of why he was there and what the goal at the end of it all was, he snapped back into his usual self-assured state.
Jungkook nodded, gaze slipping to the side as he considered the man’s theory. “You want me to get close to them, become their friend, and analyze them at the same time? Use their attachment to me as a means to make them open up and get into their minds?”
“Exactly. Simple.” Jimin ran his thumb across his reddened bottom lip before pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, taking a quick second to glance behind him before turning back to Jungkook. He seemed anxious, fidgety, and the younger man could not help but notice. “Can you do that, Jungkook?”
The words rolled off his tongue before he could even properly think about it, the need to prove himself only growing. “Of course.”
“Great. I expected nothing less from you.”
The man had not been wrong. Jungkook was very casual, quick to make friends and establish good relationships with people. But could he do the same with clones? Could he be so comfortable around them as he was with normal humans? It was a question impossible to answer as he had had no previous encounter with such beings, only a brief handshake and exchanged glares, and he guessed he would figure it out soon enough when Jimin suddenly slipped off his stool and hastily walked to a set of five monitors Jungkook had not noticed until then.
Were those what he had been glancing at before?
When Jimin flicked a switch on, the screens all instantly came to life, but Jungkook was too far to make sense of what was on them. His curiosity got the best of him and he stood up, slowly approaching where the scientist stood; hunched down and gaze flicking from one monitor to another.
Jungkook knew very well what was displayed on the monitors, but a part of him had not wanted to believe it.
As he stopped just behind Jimin, he paralyzed in his spot, stare quickly moving between the screens as he made sense of what was on them, as he easily noticed the five different clones with their varying hair colors. Three of them were in bed, sleeping soundly, whereas 001 was being monitored where Jimin had told him to go, in the backroom of the lab. The last one… Jungkook swallowed.
They were all real. All five of them. Jungkook blinked slowly.
“Looks like only 003 is up right now. Not surprising, considering he always trains this early in the morning.”
Jungkook stared at the black-haired man that furiously punched and kicked into a red punching bag, not taking a single pause to breathe in between the striking hits that continuously pushed the large bag back. He naturally moved closer to the screen, curiosity winning over his initial uneasiness, observing the clone, first noticing how his body was notably different from Jimin’s. The clone’s lack of a shirt made it easy to note just how muscular he was, lean and cut, muscles probing out with every harsh movement of his frame. His lower body was no different, if not even thicker and robust than the upper part, thighs barely covered by the short black shorts he wore.
The clone abruptly stopped and Jungkook stilled, suddenly feeling very intrusive and uncomfortable, yet his eyes never left the man’s figure on the screen. 003 took long deep breaths, and the quality of the image let him notice how his chests rose and fell, how the sweat sheened atop his flushed skin. Unconsciously, he compared 003 to 001, how the dark-haired clone seemed to have thrice the energy and vigor the latter did, eyes sharp and dark contrary to dull and empty.
“You should go train with him.”
Jungkook turned to Jimin, frowning, completely opposed to the proposition. The clone’s profile flashed back into his mind, reminding him just how much he dreaded meeting with this particular one, how he had wished never to encounter him with his extreme flaws and questionable behavior. He was a walking red flag, and going to train with him was most probably the worst way to analyze him psychologically.
With his difficult temperament, a training session could turn ugly in many, many ways.
“Don’t you do martial arts?” Jimin raised his eyebrows and the slightest of smirks spread on his lips, but Jungkook was too preoccupied with his suggestion to notice the shift. “The two of you practice muay thai, if I remember correctly, and I know for a fact 003 has always wanted a sparring partner. He’s been trying to convince me for years, but I’m just not that into it, you know? Never been the sporty type. And, of course, my research takes up most of my time, so-”
“I-I can’t, he just-”
“Becoming friends, remember? I don’t think there’s a better way to bond with 003 than showing a common interest in his passion. Am I wrong? He loves martial arts to death, trains every single morning, and I think he would easily get close to a training partner. It must be lonely always fighting by himself, don’t you think?” Jimin squinted a little, glancing at the screen. “You should know.”
Jungkook pressed his lips together and nodded. The scientist was right, unfortunately for him. It was always easier to get closer to someone when you shared a similar interest, especially when practicing something in the likes of martial arts. Practicing alone was beyond boring and redundant, Jungkook knew that very well; if it would not have been for his own partner back home, he probably would have lost interest in the sport.
Yet 003 was still practicing alone for all these years, which only meant he was deeply invested in the activity. Maybe it meant something more to him, and that single thought sparked a newfound professional curiosity for the problematic clone. What did it mean to him? Why was he so devoted to it? There must have been a reason, and with a loud sigh, Jungkook decided to go along with the scientist’s plan.
Sooner or later, he would have had to interact with him anyway. Might as well get it done as quickly as possible, making the following encounters with the other clones only easier for him if he were to be exposed to the worst one first.
“Go fetch some other clothes.”
The younger man did not answer back, only turned on his heels and left the room, fingers knotted and mind buzzing.
Jungkook anxiously walked through the clone’s living quarters, holding tightly onto the makeshift map in his hand to make his way to where 003 was supposedly waiting for him. His gaze flicked here and there, getting familiar with his surroundings since it would most likely not be the first time he would be visiting their place.
It was a nice enough residence, very minimalistic and refined. The majority of it was colored of a light beige shade, save the dark grey linoleum flooring and the sparse, vibrant plants decorating the rooms. Basic furniture, enough to make it a little more comfortable and less so empty. Imagining the clones living here, moving through the same room he was walking in and going on about their lives was hard to picture, and he wondered just how they even went through a normal day.
He shook the unnecessary thoughts out and focused on his present goal, teeth nibbling his bottom lip anxiously.
Jimin had warned the clone of Jungkook’s arrival, or as he had said ‘a friend’s arrival’, and the fact that 003 had been so eager to meet him both interested and terrified him. He cursed the odds, wondering why he had to meet with him first; the most problematic clone out of all of them. The one who was violent and rebellious, that tried to seduce his own creator, that had intercourse with one of his brothers…
Jungkook took a deep breath and briefly shut his eyes to recenter himself, reminded of why he was there, of what he was to do, and when he finally arrived at the door of the training room, his hand tentatively hovered over the knob.
You’re strong. Smart. Now’s your time to prove yourself.
Jungkook opened the door and was greeted with the same dark stare he had seen in the Polaroid. It was chilling, menacing, but he still stepped forward and closed the door behind him, a different feeling overcoming his initial stress and hesitant thoughts.
The younger man’s eyes momentarily trailed down and scrutinized the clone’s appearance, just as he had done with 001, quickly noticing not only the differences between him and his creator but also between him and the first clone. There was something that made him look more alive, whether it was the way his chest heaved or his eyes sparked with every clash of his clothed knuckles against the red and rough leather of the punching bag.
Bruises and scars, pumping veins and sweat coated skin. He looked so human it was disconcerting.
The more he stared at him, the more he looked real, or should he say normal, and even different from the two he had compared him with. There was something indistinguishably peculiar about him, which made it easier for Jungkook to snap out of his leading admirative daze and into a more fitting state of reflection. His mindset had switched, turning into a more objective, analytical state pushed by his inquisitive thoughts and a lingering thirst for answers.
It was his job. And no matter how completely extraordinary and even crazy it was to have met two clones of the same man, he had to stay professional. Or at least as close to professional as he could be in such unbelievable circumstances.
With a mind set on his true, final goal, he recalled the clone’s profile, wanting to seem as relatable and friendly as he could to the man, putting all possible odds in his favor.
Outspoken. Extroverted. Sociable. Funny... Rebellious, easily angry, yearn for freedom, controlling.
If he were to become friends with this clone, he would have to act accordingly, and Jungkook only wished the man was not keen enough to see through his little improvised performance. This very meeting would prove if he was up to the task or not, and Jungkook was set on showing both Jimin and his company that he was worthy of such an assignment. If he were not, he would most probably be fired, deemed unfit to continue such unique and demanding work, and that would only hinder his reputation and snatch away the promised large sum of money that waited for him at the end of the contract, that would help to pay for his mother’s treatment.
He took a deep breath.
003 had stopped hitting the punching bag when Jungkook had moved closer, and the clone was now openly staring back at him, eyes trailing from his face down to his feet and back up again. The left corner of his lips twitched ever so slightly, and he turned his body to face him, exposed and sweat-coated chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
“Guessing from your attire, you’ll be joining me?”
Straight to the point. As expected. The clone’s voice was somehow different than both 001 and Jimin’s, sultry and deeper, and it naturally drew Jungkook closer. “Yes, I will be. My name’s Jungkook and-”
“Then warm up.”
Jungkook almost scoffed, annoyed but not surprised by such a response. The clone went back to hitting the punching bag, dismissing him, droplets of sweat trailing from his damp bangs to the column of his neck. Jungkook swallowed and looked everywhere but at him, snatching a jump rope from a bench beside him and starting a warm up just as he would have during his own training session.
After what he counted to be a full minute, he set the rope down, hesitantly walking closer to the clone who was practicing technique rather than hitting the punching bag with full force as he had been doing earlier. Jungkook usually warmed up a little more than with just a minute of jump rope, but he was too eager and curious to start the actual training, to see where this would bring his and the clone’s relationship.
Bonding over a common interest certainly would be an advantage on his part, but he wondered how it would affect a clone that had barely interacted with anyone other than professionals and his own creator.
003 stopped his movement when he noticed Jungkook coming closer, frowning at him. A step closer and he was a little too close for comfort, but Jungkook did not move away in fear of seeming unfriendly or awkward. He could feel the warmth emanating from his heated skin, could smell the mix of sweat and body wash. It was intoxicating in a very strange way.
“Eager to get to it.”
The clone smirked, running his hand through the sweaty bangs that had been sticking to his forehead, pushing the hair back before wiping the excess sweat on his temple with the back of his hand. “Eager to get your ass kicked?”
Jungkook snickered back, raising a single eyebrow mockingly. The clone seemed rather comfortable already, casual and cocky, and the younger man reveled in his early success. Maybe it would not be that hard after all. “Don’t underestimate me, I have many tricks up my sleeve-”
“MMA. No hits to the face or crotch.”
Jungkook smirked, knowing very well he had an upper hand in combat when he actually had the opportunity to spar with other people, and 003 only had himself and his punching bag. The clone’s confidence was amusing, just like a fearless teenager’s would be.
“As you wish.”
003 handed him a pair of bright red hand wraps, contrasting with his own black pair, and Jungkook deftly clothed his knuckles, hands, and wrists, adrenaline starting to course through his veins at the thought of fighting the clone.
Through combat, he knew he would be able to decipher particular characteristics of the clone, if he were more offensive than defensive, impulsive or controlled. All of those were traits that could easily be translated into his own personality, and with that, Jungkook thought that his job would be easier than what he had first imagined.
He mentally sighed in relief.
After securing the second hand wrap into place, they moved to the larger part of the room, stepping onto the black mats that felt cool against the soles of his feet. With every passing second, his heart only beat faster, both from eagerness and excitement, visualizing himself in combat to be mentally prepared and ready. He had not spared in a long while, and his body ached to find the freedom of it again, nerves buzzing at the thought of fighting someone as ardent as 003.
The clone set himself into a combat stance, fists tight and left leg in front of him, feet wide and the front of his soles planted in the mat. Jungkook mimicked him, with the exception of his hands extended straight in front of him, not fists, typical to muay thai fighters. 003 noticed, raised an eyebrow, and a playful smirk stretched on his lips.
Before Jungkook could even answer, he quickly dodged a jab from the clone, replacing himself and huffing out a breath he had not noticed he had been keeping in. That darned smirk was still plastered on 003’s face, as if he thought he had the upper hand, was the stronger one, and the spark that had been crackling through Jungkook’s body transformed into a strong, hot fire driven by his competitiveness.
The younger man was normally reserved and passive, but in combat, he was relentless and precise. Everything was calculated, his observant nature kicking in instinctively and making him a hard target. He had been praised many times by his trainer for his quick reflexes and reaction time and had even become a challenge to defeat within his colleagues.
Many minutes passed and hit after hit, Jungkook kept on evading the consecutive attacks, swiftly moving across the matted surface, feet easily sliding across the smooth surface. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back, the fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin, the familiar burn in his muscles.
It was exciting, thrilling, and for a moment he forgot where he was and what he was supposed to do.
Jungkook fell into yet another state of mind, body reacting on pure instinct and cockiness clouding his judgment. He knew he was stronger, quicker than the inexperienced clone, and when he noticed 003’s smirk turn into a frown, he felt rather proud. Every time he ducked and avoided the punches, the clone grew more annoyed, angrier: exactly how Jungkook had expected him to respond.
He wanted to challenge the clone, to test his limit, to see just how far he could go before he snapped. The adrenaline coursing through his veins and the more irrational side of him took over, making him delve onto a path that was most likely very dangerous, but where he knew he would be able to pull something out of the man.
It turned into a game, a wicked one, where Jungkook pulled on the clone’s nerves but pushed him into a calculated, anticipated state of mind.
Get under his skin… slowly but surely.
Jungkook stopped a hit with his palm, pushing the clone’s arm off, and that was when the man snapped.
“Fucking hit me!”
And hit him he did. Jungkook ducked and uppercut 003 in the stomach, making the clone cough and immediately step back defensively. The man’s eyes turned dark, furious, and Jungkook knew he was stepping into perilous territory. Making him angry would have seemed illogical to anyone outside of his mind, but Jungkook knew very well it was the only way to make him open up, to truly analyze him.
People under extreme, intense emotions were always more likely to speak the truth. Especially people like 003.
Simple human psychology. But would it work on a clone?
003’s movements turned sharper, harsher, and it became harder to evade his hits without counter-attacking or putting himself in a tricky position. The clone landed a couple of jabs, but it was the unexpected kick in the thigh that brought Jungkook down. He winced, knee falling to the floor as the muscle in his thigh twitched and ached, and before he knew it, the clone took a hold of him and manhandled him in his momentary moment of weakness.
Everything happened too quickly and Jungkook closed his eyes, anticipating a hit.
When he opened his eyes again, he was on his back with the clone on top of him, straddling his waist and forearms crossing underneath his chin. The grip became tighter around his throat and he realized the clone was doing an X choke on him, a beginner move in jiu-jitsu that he had practiced too many times before, as he was an adept in the art himself.
Easy to do, and especially easy to get out of when you had the knowledge Jungkook had.
Yet he stayed there, stunned and unable to move underneath the choking hold of 003’s hands, gasping for air as he only seemed to tighten his grasp on his shirt. Why had he not reacted? Why had he let himself be thrown to the floor so easily? Jungkook replayed the scene in his mind but he could barely think, blinking back at the scowling glare of the clone with wide eyes.
“No more dodging if you’re in submission, bitch.” The clone spat the words right into his face, only inches away from him, drops of sweat trickling onto Jungkook’s cheeks.
He would have spoken, would have snarled right back, but he instead concentrated on getting air in and out of his lungs and reached over to 003’s neck when he finally made sense of the situation, when he snapped back to reality and reminded himself he was the strongest of the two, that he should not be intimidated by this man.
The clone seemed too preoccupied with his own choke to notice Jungkook’s movement, and when he dug his thumb in the nape of his neck, pushing deep into a pressure point, 003 finally let go.
In his moment of distracted pain, Jungkook switched their positions, turning the tables as he placed himself just as the clone had, but going for an Ezekiel choke instead. His right arm curled around the back of 003’s neck, left hand anchoring itself on the other arm and he slid his grasp to the side, effectively pressing down on the clone’s throat with his right hand. It was a complicated choke, many steps to achieve consecutively, but, luckily for him, his body had mechanically moved on its own.
He could not help but grin at the slight panic in the clone’s eyes.
Yet the smirk was short-lived when 003 kneed him in the crotch, Jungkook yelling out and ever so slightly releasing his hold on the clone’s neck. What came after was unexpected, took him aback in the most disconcerting way possible, eyes wide open and staring.
003 had leaned up and kissed him; soft, plump lips pressing against his own, tongue slowly slipping between them before Jungkook could even react. The younger man’s heart almost came to a halt, and he could only blink, unable to believe what was happening, stuck in a state between bewilderment and shock.
He instinctively jerked his head back, letting go of 003’s neck and fumbling onto his knees between the clone’s spread legs. His hands went to his aching crotch, wincing at the slight discomfort that was slowly starting to fade away, the hit having been more surprising than painful. Jungkook glared, speechless, at the man who stared back at him with dark eyes, the clone’s tongue slowly slipping out to lick his bottom lip.
“What the fuck?”
003 pushed himself up on his palms, resting on them as his eyebrows raised mischievously. “It got you off of me, didn’t it?”
A peculiar anger boiled in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach, and he found himself spitting the words he wanted to speak. “You said no hits to the crotch, you-”
“Oh, get over it, pussy, you were gonna choke me to fucking death-”
“No, I wasn’t-”
The clone moved quickly, too fast for Jungkook’s still disoriented mind, grabbing the front of his collar and pulling him closer. Their lips met again, and Jungkook’s hand moved to push him back, nails digging into his sweat-coated chest. As he tried to break their embrace, the clone moved, jumping forward and pushing Jungkook down onto his back.
003’s knees were digging into his thighs, holding him down, making it almost impossible for him to defend himself with his legs. Before he could even make sense of what was happening, before he could think of a plan, one of the clone’s hands was underneath his shirt, nails grazing up his torso, and his lips had moved to his neck, sucking and tugging on the damp skin.
“What the-” Jungkook blinked, reacting too late, once again, desperately trying to push him off. For a moment he felt weak, tired, the stamina he had spent evading the clone continuously during their fight catching up to him. 003 was heavy on top of his body, hips indecently rolling in between his legs, and a faint panic crossed his mind before he could properly think. He could feel the clone’s erection against his hips, and a bitter taste bled at the back of his tongue. “Get the fuck off of me!”
Jungkook took the last of his strength and pushed 003 off, making the clone fall back on his ass. He put more distance between them, stumbling onto his shaking legs, backing up until he hit a wall behind him.
The clone also got up on his legs, eyes wild and a wide smile spread on his swollen lips, brushing his hair back as he haltingly made his way to where Jungkook was, desperately stuck to the wall. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that, your cock’s half-hard-”
“Shut the fuck up-”
The clone kept walking closer to him, stroking his hard shaft through his shorts, biting down on his lower lip. Jungkook’s panicked gaze flicked across the room, noticing that the door he had come through was the only possible exit, and it suddenly hit him that Jimin had never intervened. He was obviously observing them, so why was he keeping his mouth shut? What was going on? Why did he feel so fucking weak?
Lack of sleep. Empty stomach. Intense physical activity. Heavy Stress.
There were two ways this could go. Either Jungkook would cede to his panic and make erratic, stupid decisions, or he would relax and think this predicament through as fast as he possibly could, playing the only card that was left for him at that moment.
A physical fight would not be an option, as 003 clearly had the upper hand in stamina, so Jungkook went with the only other possible solution. Not the door that beckoned him on the other side of the room, no.
Getting inside of the clone’s head.
“What are you expecting from this, 003?” Jungkook held his breath as he played his last card, and he hoped the odds would turn in his favor. It was but pure survival instinct, using his own quirks to his advantage, knowing very well that it would turn the tables for the better.
The clone stopped, raising a single eyebrow. “What do you think? Shoving my dick up someone’s-”
“Who are you trying to impress?” Jungkook took deep breaths, holding onto the clone’s stare as his wet palms slid on the wall behind him, hesitantly straightening himself to seem more confident, in control.
003 stopped, frowning, the wicked smile wiped right off his face and replaced with annoyance. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“All of this: the violence, the sex, it’s a show. You’re putting on a show.” The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He had blurted out the guess, desperately trying to find something that would resonate within the clone’s head, but had ended up right on the dot. It all clicked in Jungkook’s mind, and he almost smiled as the realization hit him.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about-”
It was obvious what was going on, how could no one have possible noticed? All the signs were there, it was clear enough the thoughts that lingered in the clone’s brain. “Do you want Jimin to notice you? Has he not given you enough attention? Is that why you try to seduce him?”
“Shut up.” The clone’s jaw clenched, and Jungkook could notice the strain in his neck, the muscles in his upper body tensing up. Was it going to work? Or was he making it worse? No matter the answer, there was no turning back now.
“A child desperate for his parent’s attention.”
“I’m not a child-”
He took the bait. Go deeper.
“Oh but you are, in every way of the term, now all I wonder is why you’re so desperate for it? Going out of your way with all of this?”
“You know nothing. You don’t know what you’re-”
“Do you want Jimin? Or do you want to be him? Which one is it, 003?”
“Do you want to fuck Jimin? Is that what you’re thinking of when you fuck 005?”
“Is it him you want to be shoving your dick up? Huh? What else do you want to do to Jimin, what do you want to make him understand with such-”
“I want him to love me!”
Jungkook stilled, and the realization of what the clone had just said washed over 003’s face. Right at that moment, Jimin burst through the door, making the pair snap their heads in his direction. “That’s enough. Jungkook, come with me.”
003 could only blink, paralyzed in his spot as Jungkook circled around him and made his way to the door, entire body shaking and brain turned to mush. He had been so concentrated, so focused on pulling the truth out of the clone that he had not realized how hard his heart was beating, deafening inside of his head, resonating so loudly a headache grew beneath his forehead.
How sick he felt.
It was only when they made their way outside of the clone’s headquarters and back into the laboratory that Jimin spoke up, leaving Jungkook to awkwardly stand beside the counter whilst he pulled out a large binder and hastily flipped through the pages.
“He never once said something like that. Never.”
Jungkook swallowed and took deep breaths, trying to calm his crazed heartbeat and the blaring thoughts in his mind that beckoned him to just leave and never look back. What had happened had been so quick, too fast to even register his actions or words, and as he recalled the events, he was incredibly ashamed. Incredibly unprofessional and impulsive. Almost cruel in the way he had used the clone’s weakness against himself.
“You pulled that out of him after one meeting. Fucking incredible.”
The younger man stared at nothing in particular, lost in his own thoughts as he remembered his harsh words, how his mind had instinctively and precisely dug into what had seemed to be the clone’s one true vulnerability. It had all clicked in his mind in the spur of the moment, and he had reacted before he could even consider, but it had seemed the results were good with the look on Jimin’s face. No matter how mean he had been, the scientist seemed ecstatic, and it only confused Jungkook even more.
Why did he feel so bad?
“You should go and grab something to eat and freshen up. You worked hard this morning. Good job.”
Jungkook nodded and turned, steps slow and lazy as he made his way out of the lab and into the corridor, replaying his encounter with 003 over and over in his mind. The clone’s lips, the feeling of his fingers digging into his skin, the pressure of his erect cock pressing against his own...
A shiver coursed through his weakened body when he stepped into the elevator, pushing the vulgar thoughts out of his mind and focusing on the last part of their encounter, on how crushed and desperate the clone had seemed when Jimin had entered the room. How his face had broken down into something so despaired when he had opened up, the harsh exterior quickly crumbling down with Jungkook’s speculations. There was a pang of guilt in his chest, and he had to remind himself that this was his job, that he was to get inside of their heads, no matter how human they might have seemed.
They aren’t normal humans. They aren’t real humans. They aren’t… human.
Jungkook walked past the kitchen and moved towards his bedroom instead, feeling more dirty than hungry. With a dazed mind, he sluggishly stepped across his bedroom and into the bathroom, nonchalantly pulling his damp clothes off of him and throwing them to the side. He caught a sight of himself in the long wall mirror, noticing nail marks against his hip and dark pink patches on the side of his neck. A bruise was starting to form on his thigh and he sighed loudly, bending down to open the shower.
The feeling of hands wrapping around his hips made him jump and he turned around, heartbeat kickstarting to new heights and eyes frighteningly darting across the empty room. That dark stare lingered in his mind and he closed his eyes, pressing the heels of his hand against his eyelids and taking several deep breaths, shaking off the dread and stepping into the shower.
Warm water his against his skin and he sighed in relief, dunking his head under the spray. It felt reassuring, comforting for his creeping thoughts, and he lost himself in the embrace of it, stretching his neck to let it fall on the tender surface of it.
No matter how his encounter with 003 had turned, the one question that tormented him the most was why Jimin had not intervened. The scene had clearly been going out of control, if it had not been for Jungkook’s last-minute plan it could have gone so, so wrong. So why had he not come in earlier? Why had he not stopped 003? Had he been waiting, just like Jungkook, for the clone to spill something? Had he seen what the younger man was attempting?
It was still morning but Jungkook was already drained, body weak and mind even weaker, unsure if he could even go on with the rest of the day. No matter how in control he had been in the last moments of their encounter, the minutes before that, he had been completely at a loss. If it had not been for his quick thinking, what would have happened? Would 003 have had his way with him?
Would he have let him?
Jungkook cursed and pressed his forehead against the cool tile wall of the shower, the image of 003 bleeding into his mind. He hated himself for it, he really did, but those dark, hungry eyes of his, every hard line and curve of his muscular body, the way his lips had felt against his neck, his fingers clawing at his skin and pressing him down to the ground…
Jungkook had not been touched in a while, and he would have lied if he had said he had not been at least slightly turned out by the rough embrace of the clone. It had shocked him, maybe even scared him a little, but also made a deep heat curl in the pit of his stomach. He hated himself for it, but it was a truth he had to face.
A dark flush spread across his face and he bit down on his lip, feeling ashamed, embarrassed, and every other synonym of the term.
It might have been fucked up, and even disgusting to be thinking of the clone in that way, but Jungkook could not help but consider the other way their meeting could have gone. What if he had not pushed him off? What if he had let 003 kiss and bite his neck, what if he had let him take his shirt off?
Would Jimin have stepped in? Or just watched?
A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts and he jumped in place, hand clutching onto the shower curtain and slightly pushing it to the side to glare at the door but keep his body covered.
“Jungkook? Are you alright?”
Jungkook looked down at his erection and sighed, shutting the water off before responding. “Yeah, I’ll be right out.”
Stepping out of the shower, he pulled on a white towel that hung on a hook and tied it around his hips, taking his dirty clothes and holding them in front of his crotch in hopes of hiding his arousal. He was not sure if Jimin had left, or why he was even there, actually, but he knew for a fact he did not want the man to catch him with a hard-on after what had happened.
Jimin was indeed still there, lab coat and glasses off, quietly sitting on Jungkook’s bed, going through the profile binder. “How are you feeling?”
“Uh,” Jungkook cleared his throat, awkwardly standing outside of the bathroom, unsure where to place himself, “I’m good.”
“Are you sure? What happened was intense. I’d understand if you were-”
“I’m okay. I promise.”
The last thing he wanted was pity from the scientist. He was supposed to be proving himself, to show Jimin he was capable of doing the job, and seeming weak would certainly not help with that. No matter the thoughts that haunted his mind he had to look as if it had not fazed him, as if he was not completely shaken up by it, and put on a calm and collected mask.
Jimin raised his eyebrows and considered Jungkook’s words, but seemed unsatisfied with his answer. The scientist tapped on the spot beside him, putting the binder aside.
Jungkook hesitantly stepped forward, hands still tightly pressing his used clothes against his cock that did not seem to want to soften in the slightest, embarrassingly sitting down next to the man, a good arm’s distance away.
“You were exceptional, Jungkook. I still can’t believe it.”
Jungkook swallowed and looked down at the knotted fingers he had placed on top of the bunched up clothes. “I-I mean it was obvious, I don’t really get how no one-”
“No one ever got him angry. If anything, they tried to calm him down. I could see what you were doing, which is why I didn’t step in.” Jimin’s left hand placed itself over Jungkook’s, and the younger man stilled at the touch. “You understand that, don’t you? I believed in you, and you proved me just how perfect you are for this job.” Jimin’s gaze held on tightly to Jungkook's and the younger man suddenly felt a little smaller. “You did good, Jungkook. I am so very pleased.”
Just as if he had been in his head, Jimin had answered his question. Jungkook nodded, understanding, and a slight feeling of pride blooming in his chest. He had done good, the scientist seemed beyond satisfied, so he had done his job, right? Everything was fine, and he was simply overreacting.
He did good, and that was all that mattered.
“I understand if you’re not up for the task today… You can just rest or-“
“Oh, n-no… I’ll do it.”
“I knew you were strong.” Jimin smiled and squeezed his hands, Jungkook ever so slightly shifting on the bed. “Let’s get you something to eat. I bet you’re starving.” He got up and walked towards the door, fingers curling around the knob. “Get dressed, I’ll go ahead and start cooking.”
Minutes later Jungkook found himself walking in the corridor outside of his bedroom, dressed in comfortable black slacks and a matching t-shirt. He fidgeted with his own fingers, cracking the knuckles and stretching them back, thinking about earlier but also what could possibly happen later. If he were to meet with more of the clones, he would have to clear his mind and stop thinking about the one that was currently taking over his thoughts.
He looked down at what he was wearing and snorted, the all-black outfit seeming just a little too fitting.
With that thought he stepped into the living area and heard a soft chuckle, resonating through the room like tiny silver bells would, and Jungkook wondered if that was how the scientist laughed when he was alone.
“Can you pass me the milk?”
Jungkook frowned and hid behind the staircase, peeking from his spot and eyeing the kitchen. He could see Jimin, but not who he was talking to, and as he stretched to get a better view, he tripped on the corner of the stair and fell face first to the floor.
Barely seconds passed and before he could even blink a second time hands were on him, one on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, turning his face towards the ceiling. Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the ache in his shoulder that had thankfully taken the fall instead of his nose, trying to push himself up into a sitting position.
Pink hair, pink lips, and pink cheeks. Cute, puffy eyes worriedly staring back at him, a slight crease between his pale eyebrows. Perfect porcelain skin that seemed too soft to be real, too flawless to be true. Jungkook could only stare, suddenly forgetting about the pain in his arm, eyes darting between every part of the clone he could see.
“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
004 was the definition of adorable, full cheeks rounding with the concerned pout that stretched on his plump lips, small frame drowning in the oversized cream turtleneck he wore. “I-I’m fine, n-no hurt.”
The clone chuckled at his clumsy wording, moving to help him get up, and Jungkook faintly bowed before dusting the front of his pants when he was standing. “Thanks…” 004 brushed it off with his hands before reaching to straighten Jungkook’s shirt; pushing himself up on his tiptoes and pinching the fabric of his sleeves to put it back in place.
“You must be Jungkook?” The clone asked, bringing his index to his bottom lip and tilting his head to the side, eyes wide with inquiry. Jungkook glanced behind 004, to where Jimin stood behind the counter, seemingly too focused on his cooking to notice their encounter.
There was not even a glint of reaction on his face. The scientist seemed either deep in thought, annoyed, or angry. Very different from the warm smile that he had harbored just moments ago when visiting him in his bedroom. There was definitely something going on, but Jungkook chose to focus on the smaller clone that was impossible to ignore with his bubbly eyes, assuming that Jimin must have been thinking about his research.
“Yeah. That’s me,” Jungkook looked back to the clone, reaching forward to shake his hand. “And you must be 004.”
The clone smiled brightly, and Jungkook immediately noticed how it reached his gleaming eyes, just like Jimin’s did. “Yes! The one and only!” 004 took a hold of his hand, and the younger man could not help but note how it seemed smaller than the other clones’ hands. It felt and looked more delicate, and Jungkook only gave a slight shake before letting go. “Jimin and I were just making an omelet for you, it’s almost ready!”
Not giving him the time to answer, 004 wrapped his short fingers around Jungkook’s wrist and pulled him towards the dining table, pushing out a chair for him to sit. “Please wait patiently, you worked hard this morning.”
Jungkook sat down, confused but also pleasantly surprised. 004 was so kind, so gentle, so…
‘Human’ was the next word that came to his mind.
Jungkook swallowed and shifted in his seat, fingers anxiously tapping against the surface of the table as he watched the pair work in the kitchen. 004 was hovering around Jimin, watching with glimmering, admirative eyes how the scientist worked the omelet in the pan, cleaning things here and there and tidying up the counter as Jimin finished up.
Jungkook remarked that 004 seemed a little shorter, a little smaller than his creator, and he wondered how that was possible if they were supposed to be exact copies.
Jimin slid the omelet onto a plate and 004 excitedly took it into his hands, bare feet quickly tapping against the floor as he made his way to the table, setting the food in front of Jungkook. “Bon appetit! I hope you like it!”
Jungkook shyly nodded and took the utensils that had already been placed on the table in his hands, cutting up a piece of the omelet whilst the clone sat down in front of him, intently staring at him as he put a bite into his mouth.
“Do you like it? Is it good?”
He swallowed down the bite and smiled, nodding and unable to hide the smile that spread on his lips. The clone seemed so eager to see his reaction, to know if he enjoyed it, just like a child would. It was cute beyond words, and Jungkook found himself blushing and staring back down at his plate, hastily pushing his fork into another piece of the fluffy, delectable omelet.
“Do you bake, Jungkook?”
“Hm,” he swallowed down his bite and set his fork on the table to grab the glass of water and take a sip from it, “I used to bake sometimes with my mom, but I have to say I’m kind of awful at it.”
“Now’s the perfect time to learn! You have a very good ⎼if I may say so myself⎼ baker right in front of you, and I’m in need of a partner!” The clone’s eyes shone so brightly, and on his lips was a smile sweet as honey that made Jungkook openly stare for a couple of seconds before responding.
“A partner? Had some plans in mind?”
The clone abruptly stood up and Jungkook distractedly glanced at him, trying to put more of the delicious food in his stomach without seeming impolite and breaking conversation. His stomach was growling, and the more he ate the hungrier he felt, but for some reason, he did not want to break eye contact with 004.
There was so much to take in, from the way he moved to the way he spoke. How he giggled and smiled, how everything he did was unquestionably charming.
004 came back with a recipe book in hand, quickly flipping through the pages with furrowed brows and the tip of his tongue peeking out of his full, rose lips. Without even noticing, Jungkook’s plate was empty, and he wondered just how he could have eaten such a big omelet so fast. He still felt in a daze, drained and mind blank, but the clone coming closer with the book opened on a specific page made him snap back to the present moment.
“See this one? The double chocolate cake? I want to make it for 005.”
“It looks delicious! Is there a special occasion?” The gleefulness in 004’s expression was contagious, and Jungkook found himself to be as happy as the clone at the idea.
It seemed to be a very decadent pastry, very fitting for any die-hard sweet tooth. Four layers of chocolate cake and thick chocolate buttercream, something sure to give anyone either cavities or diabetes.
“It’s gonna be his birthday tomorrow, so I thought I’d give him that as a gift.”
A birthday? What a strange concept. For them to be celebrating their birth like humans would, having only lived a couple of years. Did they even know how birthdays worked? Was Jimin the one to introduce them to the concept?
And before he knew it, Jungkook was behind the kitchen counter, hands covered in a mixture of flour, sugar, and butter, with a cheerful clone giggling at each and every one of his mistakes. “Kookie, you can’t just mix everything together, you need to mix the sugar and butter first and then add the other ingredients!”
“Ah… Shit, I’m sorry, 004-”
A spoonful of chocolate buttercream shoved into his mouth interrupted his sentence and he looked back at the clone with wide eyes, but nonetheless taking the frosting off the wooden spoon with his tongue.
“Is it good? Do you like it?”
Jungkook nodded, wiping a bit of it that had smeared on the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s really good, damn.” 004 seemed beyond please by his words, a soft flush spreading across his already rosy cheeks. “You’re really good.”
The clone smiled faintly before his teeth played with his bottom lip, nervously tucking it underneath them. He did not respond, instead taking the bowl from Jungkook and correcting his mistakes, mixing in the butter with the sugar before adding all other ingredients as he had clearly stated earlier.
Jungkook only watched him, wondering why he was suddenly so silent and flustered. Jimin cleared his throat and Jungkook looked back at the scientist sitting at the dining table, apparently busy noting down something on a messy, sketch-filled pad. That same bitter expression was etched into his face, and Jungkook frowned at the sight of it, deeply wondering what could possibly have happened between the time Jimin left his room and when he joined him in the kitchen.
He guessed it was not important if the scientist had not disclosed anything to him, and looked back to 004 who was still undeniably flustered.
“You had a good time with 004 today?”
Jungkook stilled, knife and fork ceasing all movement. The answer was obvious to him., as it should have been for the scientist that had been there the entire time. He had spent a good majority of the afternoon baking with the clone, getting to know him and how genuinely sweet and kind-hearted he was, a totally different encounter than he had previously experienced with 003. The only thing that had kept him from spending more time with him had been his lurking slumber, and he had decided to take a nap before dinner time.
The clone’s smile was stuck in his mind, those pink lips stretching wide across his face, showcasing that cute little crooked front tooth he had only then just noticed. Jungkook remembered how his heart had fluttered at 004’s last words before leaving, said so cheerfully and warmly.
See you tomorrow! Can’t wait!
Jimin cleared his throat before taking a sip of what Jungkook had counted to be his sixth glass of wine. The red flush spread across his cheeks showed he was passed beyond simply being tipsy, with the slurriness of his words and slowed down blinks of his tired eyes.
At least the man seemed happier, his previous irritated state erased with the help of alcohol.
“You two seem close already.”
“I guess we are. Hard not to when he’s so kind and patient.”
Jimin fiddled with the food on his plate, fork playing with the piece of meat that must have been lukewarm by now. Jungkook thought back to their encounter, to how he had thoroughly enjoyed it and been so surprised by 004’s bubbly personality, but especially as to how the clone had been allowed out of his living quarters.
“Do you often let the clones out?”
Jimin took a sip of his wine, let it sit on his tongue for a second before swallowing it. “Only when they’ve been good.”
The tone of his voice was cold, sharp, and Jungkook’s gaze flicked back down to his plate, hand reaching to his glass of beer, intimidated by the scientist’s eyes that had visibly darkened.
“Did you like it when he touched you?”
Jungkook choked on his drink, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth to keep more liquid from spewing out. He swallowed down the fizzy beer with difficulty, blinking back at Jimin who seemed so unphased by his own words, completely at ease.
“It was obvious he was flirting with you. So touchy. Always brushing up against your body, touching your arms or your hands.”
“I-I didn’t n-notice-”
“Of course you didn’t.” Jimin scoffed, taking another sip of his now emptied glass of wine. He reached for the bottle and Jungkook almost stopped him, but then stayed in place when he reminded himself he had no place to keep the scientist from drinking more.
“Do you like men, Jungkook?”
Jungkook stared down at his plate, heart hammering inside of his chest, palms getting sweaty just thinking about it. He had never thought of his encounter with 004 that way, not even considered it one second, but now that Jimin was bringing the topic on the table, he could not help but reflect on it. All his life he had kept it to himself, had told no one, but the man in front of him had seen right through him and pulled it out too easily.
“Are you a virgin?”
The utensils that had been tight in Jungkook’s left hand fell into the plate, and the younger man wiped his damp hands on top of his slacks as he swallowed down the little saliva in his dried up mouth. The scientist’s questions seemed too crazy to be true, for Jimin to assume such things and ask him without shame. A blazing heat spread through his face and he took another sip of beer, hoping the alcohol would help him relax, or, even better, forget.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s appropriate-”
“You don’t have to be ashamed, Jungkook.” Jimin got up from his chair, holding himself up straight on his wobbly legs with the help of the table. He took a large gulp of wine before settling his glass down on the smooth wooden surface and closing the gap between himself and Jungkook, the younger man’s breaths becoming shorter with each of his steps. “It’s alright to be inexperienced-”
Jimin’s legs gave in but Jungkook was quick to react, reaching out just in time to hold him up by his hips. Jimin snickered, eyelids drooping heavily atop his cheeks that only darkened.
“I think you should go to bed, Jimin. You’ve had a long day, and a little too much wine.”
“Only if you carry me.”
Jungkook took a deep breath and tried to ignore the underlying tone of the man’s words, bending down to swoop Jimin off his feet and into his arms. The scientist snuggled his head on his chest, and Jungkook hoped he would not be able to hear the loud thrumming of his heart, even if it would have been impossible not to.
He tried to ignore how Jimin's hand reached around his neck, how the man grazed his lips against the fabric of his shirt and took a deep breath, nose dug in the fabric.
When he flopped down on his bed, clothes peeled off his body and cast off to the side, he let out a loud sigh he had been holding in for too long. The last bit of him and Jimin’s conversation at the dinner table haunted his mind, and he anxiously fiddled with his fingers, teeth nibbling his bottom lip. Never would he have expected such a turn in discussion, especially when he had thought they would have gone more in depth about 004’s personality, not about the clone’s attraction to Jungkook.
And if Jungkook had liked it or not.
He had to admit he might have been overthinking it, and especially not scanning properly over the details with the fuzziness from alcohol that clouded his mind. The tips of his fingers felt a little numb and there was a pleasant, electrifying warmth coursing through his limbs; feelings he knew all too well meant he might have been a little past tipsy, too.
It was weird thinking about how this was his job. How interacting with clones and drinking beer over a gastronomic dinner cooked by a genius scientist was what he was being paid thousands upon thousands for.
He snorted and fiddled with the elastic band of his boxers, contemplating whether or not he should give more thought to his encounter with 003.
Eventually, sleep crept up in his mind and everything turned black.
Jungkook woke up. Well, he was not sure if he had actually woken up, mind too hazy to thoroughly think it through, and instead just assuming he must have been in a dream. He felt like he was floating, on a cloud of some sort, and the more he tried to focus, the more a sound in the background beckoned him.
Melody. Music. A piano.
His body reacted before he could think, left hand peeling off the duvet from his sweat-sheened body, feet slinging to the side and meeting with the cool hardwood floor of his bedroom. Jungkook pushed himself up, taking a couple of seconds to readjust from the quick movement, legs half-numb and feet clumsily taking him to the door and crossing its threshold.
He recognized the song. It was Debussy’s piece ‘Clair de Lune’, an enchanting melody that his mother would play before putting him to sleep. It brought back many fond memories, and he found himself smiling, humming along to the melody he knew all too well.
Every note of the piano pulled him closer, made him walk down the previously undiscovered corridor outside of his bedroom, deeper into their living quarters. With his hands he tried to rub out the slumber from his eyes, blinking slowly to make sense of what was around him, of the open doors that gave into rooms he had not seen before. An office, a library, varying spaces that Jungkook had not known even existed. But those were trivial right now, as all that clouded Jungkook’s mind was the bewitching music of the piano that only beckoned him to go and find it.
To sit at the foot of the pianist and lay his head on their lap, just as he had done with his mother.
The only room left was the one furthest down the hallway, with ajar, ebony double doors blocking his view. His fingers curled around the edge of one, slowly opening it and stepping inside of the room, not even taking a moment to peek beforehand. He was too caught up by the melody, too curious to see who’s deft fingers were playing such a meaningful so beautifully.
Even if it had been a dream, Jungkook needed to know.
He was not surprised when his eyes laid upon the man. The emotion that overcame him was complete admiration and awe, simply gazing at the magnificent sight that stood in front of him. With wide eyes and a hanging jaw, he distractedly closed the door behind him and closed the space between him and the grandiose ebony piano ever so slightly, so silent that the figure had not noticed him just yet.
Raw emotion and passion ran through the man’s limbs, dictating his every movement, every push of his digits against the black and white keys and every reaction of his body to the sound absolutely stunning. The musician let his head fall back, exposing the long, pale column of his neck, lips parted and eyes shut tight. He was lost in the music, lost in the moment, and Jungkook was lost in the sight of it all.
Breathtaking was the first word that came to his mind.
Perfectly coiffed silver hair harmonious with the paler tone of his skin, and piercing blue eyes that locked with Jungkook’s as soon as the clone realized he was not alone anymore. The music suddenly stopped and only the sound of Jungkook’s heavy breathing was audible, with the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat hammering loudly inside of his head.
The man got up, thin leg peeking from underneath his long, black satin robe with his first step. Jungkook could only stare, body completely immobile as his gaze trailed over the length of his thigh and up, stopping where the robe loosely hung over his chest. Alluring was an understatement as to what the man was, exuding confidence and sensuality in the most subtle way, just with the way he stood and the way his eyes faintly squinted, staring back at Jungkook as if he knew he had the younger man wrapped around his finger.
And he did. Jungkook was completely and utterly bewitched.
When he was but inches way, Jungkook stopped breathing. He held in the last puff of air in his lungs when soft, long fingers pressed his cheek, when a delicate palm cupped his jaw. He leaned into the touch, shaky breath finally escaping his dried lips as he gave into it, abandoned himself to the warmth and comfort of the embrace. The clone’s eyes were mesmerizing, an ice cold blue that cut right through him and pulled him even deeper, subdued to the deepness and… the humanity of them.
It was a dream, just a dream. He could give in. He would.
An inch closer and Jungkook stilled, eyes flicking back and forth between the clone’s eyes and his full lips, heartbeat fluttering to new speeds and palms twitching in anticipation. He could feel the man’s soft breathing tickling his chin, could smell the faint scent of lavender that clung to his skin.
They kissed, and Jungkook understood he was, in fact, not dreaming.