To have you

by kookministic

Summary:

Ryuk isn't a bad person, he is shy and maybe a little weird. Plus, he already knows that Jimin is dating Jungkook. Ryuk doesn't have that type of intentions...

but what are his intentions then?

or

Jimin tries to see the good in people... until his kindness puts him in trouble.

Notes:

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"Fuck! It's hot" Taehyung groaned, sticking out his tongue to somehow ease the burn. Sitting on the ground, he was leaning against the back wall of the cafeteria building. His bag rested beside him, slightly open with the books poking out of it. Steam poured out of the cup stealthily, visible by the sunlight striking it. Jin glanced at him, looking up from his phone.

 
“You didn't even blow that before drinking it, are you dumb?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Taehyung glared at him, setting the glass down on the grass.

 
"Isn't today's weather good? It's finally sunny" he commented, his eyes rising to the cloudless blue sky. It had been raining for several days and today the weather was finally changing. 

 

Jin rolled his eyes.

 
"It doesn't change the fact that you just burned your tongue for being an idiot"

 
"Aren't you getting too much confidence with me?" Taehyung asked, looking at him in disgust. Jin shrugged.

 
"You've stayed in my apartment, you're part of the group. Right, Jimin?" he asked turning to the other side. And there was Jimin, crouched in place, typing something on his phone.

 
"Uh?" he said raising his head nervously. His friend looked at him curiously.

 
"Who are you talking to?" Jin asked, his head poking toward his phone.

 
"With my brother" Jimin muttered, his eyes on the screen. Jin returned to his place.

 
"Ah... is he coming today?" he asked, resting his head on Taehyung's lap, who winced at the gesture. Jimin nodded to the question. "Why don't you come over today? Hobi is coming" asked Jin to Taehyung. The boy tensed, gulping at the mention of the name.

 
"N-no. I'm fine” he said immediately. Jin looked at him curiously.

 
“That's weird... you don't want to. Normally you want to come almost every day” he commented. Taehyung blinked, feeling trapped.

 
"I have things to do" he said with an awkward smile. Suddenly, Jimin's phone rang.

 
"Ah, gonna pick it up" he said getting up "Yes?" 

 
"Where are you?" asked a voice from the other line. Jimin recognized Ryuk. He was always calling him lately which was weird, just like he had been behaving very strangely since the night he slept in his apartment. It had been almost a month since Jimin met Ryuk and the difference from before to now was quite noticeable. Now he was more insistent and tried to be as attentive as possible.

 
“I'm next to the cafeteria with Jin and Tae. And you?" he asked, glancing at his classmates who were chatting excitedly behind him. Ryuk sighed through the call.

 
"I just got out of class, I'm getting closer” he said and Jimin hung up before he continued. He didn't understand himself. Sure, he liked Ryuk but there was this weird feeling in his body every time he was with him. The boy didn't take his eyes off him and always tried to be with him at all hours. Even his messages had become insistent. 

 

Jimin couldn't be wrong. Ryuk was very considerate and kind, had always a smile on his face and no classmate, not even Taehyung, complained about his attitude. He was just like that. There was no problem with being that way... if it didn't bother him. Jimin didn't want to tell him either, he wasn't even sure he understood what was going on. Oh, and his boyfriend... Jungkook was weirdly fine with all of this... but at the same time not. He couldn't stand Ryuk or his mention. What was even worse is that he had the habit of intervening every time he saw them together since that happened.

 

"You're so pretty ..." Jungkook muttered, kissing him on the lips. Jimin rested his forehead on his firm pectorals, still recovering from his orgasm. The words reminded him of Ryuk for some reason, his wide smile and eyes full of energy every time he saw Jimin.  

 
"Are you okay baby?" Jungkook asked, lifting his chin carefully.

 
"Y-yes."

 
Both boys looked at each other, in need of kissing one more time. Suddenly, one of their phones rang and their eye contact broke to glance at the device on the nightstand.

 
"Ryuk" read Jungkook, his grip on Jimin's waist tightening.

 
It was Jimin's phone. A call from Ryuk.

 

Jimin gulped, looking up at his boyfriend. The nervousness hit him when he saw Jungkook staring at him now.

 
"Aren't you going to pick it up?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Jimin's. He was clearly pissed off. Jimin looked at the phone again and reached his hand out to the device, body sweaty and hands shaking from just having an orgasm minutes ago.

 

"Yes?" he said as he got out of bed, and turned to the other wall, almost wanting to hide the conversation from his boyfriend.

 

"Jimin? You took a long time to answer” said Ryuk, his voice impatient. Jimin sighed, not really wanting to talk to the boy.

 
"Yes... I was busy... with someone" he said trying to deflect the subject.

 

"With who?"

 
Why did Ryuk ask so much? Why did he want to know everything? Jimin felt uncomfortable with his interrogatories. The phone suddenly slipped from his fingers and Jimin watched as Jungkook, who was now behind him, stuck it to his ear.

 

“With his boyfriend, me. You need something, dude?” said firmly. He didn't sound friendly at all. Ryuk muttered something from the other line and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

 

“You can tell him in another time, he's busy now. With me” he hissed, eyes now fixed on a confused Jimin. Without waiting for an answer, he hung up.

 
"Why are you being like this to him?" Jimin asked, his arms crossed.

 

"Why? Why am I being like this? No, why are YOU being like this?” he said, sitting back on the bed, but not before throwing the phone on the table. Jimin approached him.

 
"You are judging him without knowing absolutely anything about him... behaving like a fucking kid" Jimin didn't want to have his boyfriend against him, but he didn't want him to beat his classmate either.

 
"Oh yeah? And what do you know about him exactly? That he studies the same career as you? You don't know shit about him but love acting like you have everything on control"

 
“You are the one trying to control this situation, assuming things that have nothing to do with you. It's my life and you have no power over it"

 
“I'm not controlling your life, don't try to make me look like the bad guy. That creepy ass dude isn't right in the head and you've given him the audacity to call you whenever he wants, even with me" said Jungkook, pressing the edge of the bed.

 
“The more you act this way, the less I'm going to listen to you. You can put your jealousy up your ass because I'm not going to cut off my relationships with other men because it unnerves you that I spend time with another guy" he said, fixing his pants and putting on his sneakers. Crouching down, he saw Jungkook's feet right in front of him. "What are you-

 

“Do what you want, but I'm going to beat the shit out of him as soon as he crosses the line. If you want to contradict me so much, go ahead, but then don't come whining when the weirdo tries to touch you too much" he said through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into Jimin's skin, pressing his cheeks into a pout. Jimin kicked him in the shin and Jungkook ducked in pain. He took the opportunity and left, leaving his boyfriend calling him from the room.

 
"Is Ryuk coming ?" Taehyung asked suddenly behind him. Jimin nodded, stunned. "Well, we'll wait a little longer then."

 
* * *

 

 

 

Jimin sighed, rereading the last conversation with his boyfriend. Another discussion on the same damn topic, his classmate. Now Jungkook was gonna act as if they hadn't had an argument a few minutes ago.

 
"Jiminie" Jimin heard from the other side, turning to the source of the voice. There was Ryuk, his hair a mess but hidden with that hoodie. He was examining his face up and down, as if searching for something to notice. The blond was waiting for Jungkook to pick him up but Ryuk had followed him before.

 

 "Oh... hi"

 

"Is Jungkook picking you up today?" he said in a rather frustrated tone. Jimin nodded, squeezing the edge of the bench he was sitting on. It was cold and he wasn't wearing gloves. The two fell silent, Jimin not wanting to engage in a conversation and Ryuk staring at him blatantly. "How long have you been with him?"

 

"Two years" Jimin muttered, his eyes avoiding Ryuk's, who seemed to scoff at the answer.

 
"Just two? I expected more... How did you meet?” The boy sat down next to Jimin, pushing aside the bag the blond had intentionally put on so there was no space.

 
"He was my brother's best friend" Jimin murmured, his gaze fixed on the road. How long would Jungkook take? Ryuk nodded thoughtfully.

 
"Does he treat you well?"

 

"Yes..." he muttered in confusion.

 

"Aren't you afraid that he is sleeping with someone else? He has a playboy image in this college” Ryuk commented, his arm touching Jimin's and their thighs pressed together.

 

Jimin denied. It used to worry him, but the more time he spent with Jungkook, the more it confirmed that he wasn't like that.

 

"Jungkook hates cheaters. There's no way he's cheating on me with anyone. He's just not like that” he said calmly. Ryuk frowned.

 
"I heard somewhere that he had slept with most of his classroom... don't you think it's dangerous to be with someone-

 
"Jimin, c'mon" Jungkook said from the other side. The blond blinked confused, just now noticing the sound of the engine. Ryuk seemed to tense up at the murderous look the black-haired man gave him. Jimin grabbed his backpack off the ground and climbed onto the bike.

 
"See you tomorrow Ryuk!" he exclaimed under the helmet he was putting on, but his classmate barely managed to answer him... two black eyes with a murderous stare were on him. Jungkook said nothing and started off, leaving Ryuk alone once again.

 

 
* * *

 

 
Jimin got off the bike and hung the helmet between his fingers, waiting for his boyfriend to do the same. The tall boy stepped down and took it off too. His hair fell across his forehead gracefully, the beautiful features of his face now exposed. Jimin didn't think much about it and stood on his tiptoes to give him a surprise kiss, which the older deepened by pressing him closer to his body.

 

"What are we doing at Yoongi's store tho?"

 

The whole store was all painted in black or white, with a bunch of tattoos on paper and photos hanging neatly on the walls. Jungkook went to the table in the back, the resting room, and Jimin followed him.

 
“Our apartment is occupied by Hobi and a pair of girls who seem to desperately need class so we'll be studying here today. Sit down” he said tapping the chair next to him. Jimin dropped his backpack on the ground and did it. Jungkook grabbed the edge of the chair and dragged it until Jimin was glued to him. "Better now"

 
"Well... so you can't go because my brother is teaching them? Why didn't he stay in the library instead of going there? Also, is not like we will be making a lot of noise" Jimin said, pulling out his pencil case and notebooks.

 
“Baby… he's not going to study. He invited them there to fuck" Jungkook said with a playful smile. Jimin made a disgusted face.

 
"Oh... didn't expect that"

 

"Not that you didn't already know. Your brother is an STD chaser” Jungkook mumbled, taking off his leather jacket and hanging it on the chair. He wore a black collared sweater underneath that was glued to his body, marking each part of his torso.

 

"You talk like you've never done that" Jimin muttered, his eyes roaming over his boyfriend's body. 

 

"I stopped doing it after falling in love with you" Jungkook replied, staring at him.

 

"Oh, how romantic... Was your crush on me that strong?"

 

"I suppose? Since I started liking you, I lost interest in people who were attached to me. I tried to fuck them, but I felt like I was cheating on you even without even us being official" he said, his tattooed hand now caressing Jimin's.

“Ugh, I still remember how insecure I felt at first. I couldn't stop thinking that you were making fun of me"

 

"Well, I didn't leave a very good impression of me on you."

 

"I'm still traumatized by catching you fucking with another girl" said Jimin, blushing, covering his face with the sleeve of his sweater. At the time he didn't know Jungkook that much and had only seen him twice. There were many rumours that people ended up under him with ease. He didn't believe them at all until he caught him fucking another girl. Jungkook laughed and stroked his hair.

 
"That's a really bad memory" he said with a grin. Jimin rolled his eyes.

 
“You treat the matter as if it was nothing serious, but I don't even want to imagine your reaction if this was the other way around. If I was the one who had slept with half the campus and you were the new student who doesn't know shit” Jimin commented. Jungkook squeezed his hand.

 
"It wouldn't change anything. Once you are mine, you will never sleep with anyone else" 

 
"Oh, God... Here comes the egocentric narcissist Jungkook"

 
“Nah, but for real... I'm pretty sure I fuck you better than anyone who could have fucked you. I have experience and I know your body as if it were mine"

 
"Us being compatible in bed doesn't mean that you are the best in the market" Jimin teased, despite agreeing he liked to annoy his boyfriend.

 

"I would tell you to try to find someone better than me by fucking others, but I'm afraid I can't let you do that now or ever"

 

"But you already have a lot of experience..." Jimin muttered with a pout.

 

“And you too, with me. Or maybe you forgot that you weren't even able to suck my dick without retching? Let's not talk about how fast you came” commented Jungkook fiddling with the pen between his fingers.

 

"Ugh, bad memories are coming back at me again" Jimin mused with a shudder. The first time hadn't been that bad but sometimes they had ended up in a bind because Jimin still didn't know that much about sex.

 

"Well, now you're a pro, aren't you? You suck my cock better than anyone else and I could fuck you without you coming in the first minute"

 

"This is when I have to say that it's thanks to Grandmaster Jungkook to feed your stupid ego?"

 

Jungkook threw his head back in a laugh.

 

“No, but it's thanks to how compatible we are and how much we love each other. I didn't feel like I was wasting my time with you and I've always wanted to make you feel comfortable. Even when shit came out your ass-

 

"Stop!" Jimin exclaimed hitting him with the notebook, his face red as a tomato. "That was unnecessary"

 

Jungkook chuckled and gave him a hard kiss on the cheek. He spread his legs and slapped his thighs.

 

"Come, sit on my lap" he murmured softly. Jimin denied.

 
"No, we won't study anything if I do" he said, opening the book and turning the pages. His position didn't last long, since Jungkook pulled him to sit on his lap.

 

"You know that telling me no never works" Jungkook whispered in his ear, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

 

"Okay, but we're just going to study, okay?" Jimin said in surrender, his cheeks red. Jungkook squeezed his waist, nodding.

 

"Yes... Yes. I promise"

 

 

 
* * *

 

 

Jimin gasped, knees weak with each thrust. Jungkook's hands clenched on his waist, moving him from side to side like he weighed nothing. He whimpered at the caressing touch on his prostate, gripping the table the best he could. He could barely stand, his back bent and his ass exposed to be fucked.

 

“Y-you said that…. Oh ... we were going to... ugh... just... study ..." he gasped, little cries coming out from his lips as Jungkook pounded into him.

 

"Oh, did I? I don't remember" Jungkook grinned, his hand caressing the soft flesh of his boyfriend's ass, resisting the strong need to give it a good spanking.

 

"You.. fucking liar" Jimin grumbled, sighing as the cock came out of him, leaving his hole empty and clenching into nothing.

 

"Turn around" 

 

The blond leaned his back on the table and hugged his boyfriend, bending down to kiss him as he pushed his cock into his wet walls.

 

Both came after a quick rushed fuck and got dressed when Yoongi called Jungkook saying he was coming back to open the store.

 
"I can't believe we just fucked in your friend's store, god..." Jimin muttered, his face still hot and red. Jungkook laughed and combed his hair in a delicate gesture, running his fingers through the soft strands.

 
"Come on, I'll take you home" he said walking towards the door.

 

“We haven't studied anything… will you come tonight? I need help with some problems” the blonde muttered hugging him from behind as the taller opened the door.

 

"When do you have the exam?"

 

"Friday"

 

"Well, tomorrow I'll go and help you, okay? I have to work tonight” Jungkook muttered, hugging him back. Jimin didn't want to separate from him.

 

"You're so warm" he said satisfied, clinging closer to his neck.

 

 
* * *

 

 

"Where were you?" asked Jin, poking out his head. Jimin took off his shoes and looked at him curiously.

 

"With Kook" he said approaching his roommate. "Did you do anything this afternoon?"

 

“Well, clean a little bit and study, I guess? I really need a break, but I'm worried about Friday's exam and the last one" Jin threw himself on top of the sofa, grabbing the cup of hot chocolate he had just made.

 

"Jungkook is coming to help me tomorrow, why don't you join us and we do an intensive study session?"

 

Jin's eyes sparkled.

 

"Really? You two won't fuck or anything like that, right?"

 

Jimin rolled his eyes.

 

"You do know we do more things apart from that, right-"

 

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways, please let's do that. Bless Jungkook and his intelligence. Please never break up with him, I've passed this year basically thanks to his help" Jin whined gratefully.

 

“Don't even think about saying that to his face. His ego will go up to the roof”

 

The blonde sat up and threw his backpack on the table.

 

"Wasn't your brother coming?" 

 

“He's coming for dinner. Today the apartment is apparently empty."

 

“Mm… We could form a group here and have a big dinner. I guess Jungkook isn't coming, right?"

 

"He's taking someone's place tonight"

 

"I see. What if we invite Tae?"

 

"Didn't he say he wasn't coming?" 

 

Jin was silent, thoughtful. The blond looked at him curiously. 

 

"Is there something wrong?"

 

"Doesn't that seem strange to you?" asked his friend. "He gets really weird sometimes"

 

Jimin shrugged, not knowing anything about it. Or at least he tried to act like he didn't.

 

"But in what sense are you saying that? What do you mean by weird?"

 

Jin laid his head on the sofa, sighing.

 

"I don't know ... he didn't want to come... and he usually likes being here"

 

"Maybe because Ryuk isn't going?"

 

"Did you invite Ryuk?"

 

"No… I didn't."

 
Jin looked at him oddly.

 

"Are you finally uncomfortable with him?"

 

Jimin rolled his eyes. Couldn't he and Jungkook drop the subject already?

 

"No, but I'll invite him to the next one if you are so excited to hang out with him"

 

His roommate shrugged and picked up his phone, distracted. Jimin got up to take a shower.

 

His room was messy since this morning. He had been almost late today and in his haste, he had thrown even the laundry bucket. Jimin bent down to get the clothes out, which had been there for weeks from how busy it had been lately. Jungkook would always scold him about leaving everything for the last day to wash, but dirty clothes were the last thing on Jimin's mind in exams season.

 

Rummaging through the clothes for the underpants that weren't in the closet and arched an eyebrow, he got confused he didn't find the grey one. He remembered using it because that night he had showered with Jungkook and thrown it there. He rummaged some more, pulling all the clothes out of the bucket and laying them on the floor.

 

The underpants weren't there.

 

"Jin, did you take my grey boxer?" 

 

“No, we don't even have the same size. Did you search well?" Jimin nodded. “Did you ask Jungkook? You may have left it in his apartment"

 

"Mmm... I'm going to ask" Jimin said taking out his phone.
 

 

 

 

 
 
Jimin stared at his phone. He hadn't left it at Jungkook's house either... nor did Jin have it. He scratched the back of his neck...what the hell? The afternoon continued, with a visit from Hobi. The three chatted for hours, with Jin laughing at every stupid thing the older one told and Jimin listening to him while scrolling through his phone.

 

 
* * *

 

 
"Can we study together?" Ryuk asked. Jimin blinked in a daze, his face just millimetres from him. He had gone to the bathroom for a moment and Ryuk followed him, unabashedly waiting right in front of the door.

 
"W-well ... Um ... Will you let me move first?" he asked uncomfortably, feeling his breath against his face. The boy was serious, eyes fixed on Jimin's as if he had never seen him. He pulled away after a few seconds and cocked his head.

 
"Then?" he said quite determined, his hand now resting on the side of the blond's head. Jimin felt trapped in the middle of the restroom hall. Two girls who were going to enter looked at them curiously and whispered. The blond cleared his throat uneasily and pulled away from Ryuk's arm.

 

"I'm busy... this week" Jimin said, annoyed at the insistence. Ryuk seemed not to get the hint.

 
"But I heard Jin say that you guys are going to do an intensive study session" he commented, following Jimin who was walking quickly to his seat. Fucking Jin... he must have been yelling it at the top of his lungs because he didn't know how to fucking close his big fat mouth.

 
"I don't know..."

 
"Is it because your boyfriend is coming? Lately you have been acting very strange with me Jiminie"

 

Jiminie ….

 
The blonde gulped. He couldn't put Ryuk and Jungkook in the same room. His boyfriend wasn't going to take it well… but now he felt too bad, like he was excluding the poor guy.

 
"No, no ... Well, if you have no problem with him being with us then you can come...? I guess...?" he said trying to convince himself that he had avoided Ryuk because his boyfriend disliked him and not because he made him feel uncomfortable. His classmate smiled, his teeth gleaming.

 

 
* * *

 

 
Jimin looked down to the side, his face close to his classmate's. They were in the elevator waiting to get to his apartment, with a strange silence. The beep that they had arrived sounded and Jimin left quickly to open the door. Jungkook must already be in there since he had left long before class. The blonde was nervous and felt awful. He hadn't told Jungkook anything about Ryuk coming and Jin didn't know either. He had joked with him about inviting him, but at no point had he meant it. Clearly, Ryuk had managed to make a premonition of that.

 
He turned the key and pushed the door open, his foot already inside. The voices of Jungkook and Jin could be heard in the background, chatting. Jimin reached them slowly, with Ryuk behind.

 
"You here already?" Jin asked, turning to look at him, but Jimin already had his eyes on his boyfriend, who looked up at him with a smile that faded in seconds when he saw Ryuk behind him. The blond gulped at the sight of the two guys stunned, their faces clearly signalling that they didn't want Ryuk here. The worrying thing was how Jungkook's jaw clenched. His face indicated anger ... and Jimin didn't want to fight anymore with so much stress on him.

 

"Hello" Ryuk said as if he was entering the living room of his house. Jin shook his head in greeting, but Jungkook kept glaring at his boyfriend. The two of them sat after the strange silence. Sitting in front of his boyfriend, Jimin wasn't even able to look up. He knew he was looking at him… badly.

 

Ryuk quickly took out his notebooks and put them on the table. The two boys in front of him were watching him like he was a weirdo, but Ryuk either didn't want to notice or was just very clueless.

 

"Can you explain the reaction problems to me?" Jin interjected suddenly, turning to Jungkook. Ryuk followed his gaze to meet the guy's cold expression. He looked intimidating with all those piercings and tattoos on his skin. This time he wore a black collared sweater that hugged his body like a second skin, revealing the shape of his body that Ryuk was so envious of. Jungkook picked up the book and began to turn the pages, looking for a problem to act as an example.

 

"Okay, here it tells you that we have a dissolution of ...

 

* * *

 

 

If Jimin was already overwhelmed when entering, now he was even more. 2 hours of pure studying had passed. No. Actually, of him teaching Ryuk because the boy didn't dare to ask Jungkook. And Jungkook… well, his boyfriend looked like he was going to jump on his classmate in any second. Clearly with a "good" reason.

 

Ryuk had become closer and closer to Jimin, to the point their thighs were touching and faces were close to each other. The blonde had tried to pull away when he saw his boyfriend looking at their thighs, but Ryuk had stuck even more obviously. It had reached an extreme where he was even laying his hand on his thigh, absentmindedly leaving it there...

 

And well ... if looks could kill, Jungkook's was already slaughtering Ryuk. His lover suddenly stood up and the whole group looked at him.

 
"I'm hungry ... gonna get something to eat from the kitchen" he said walking towards the door. Jin nodded, agreeing that it was time for a snack since he had only a salad for lunch.

 

"And then you apply this formula to get the exact result..." Jimin finished explaining, writing the numbers on the notebook after checking the calculator result. He wanted to study too but Ryuk already had many doubts.

 

“I see... makes sense. I was always confused when converting the moles" commented Ryuk taking the notebook back, but not without brushing Jimin's knuckles with his fingers. It was an innocent move, or that's what Jimin wanted to think.

 

"Well, if that's all then-

 

"I have another question..." Ryuk interrupted again, placing his hand on his thigh again. Jimin blinked in disbelief. More? After all this time? Jin cleared his throat.

 

“Don't you think Jimin has already helped you enough, Ryuk? He also has an exam to study for…” Jin said with annoyance in his voice.

 

The boy didn't look embarrassed at all, he just shrugged.

 

“Jiminie promised me he'd-

 

"Jimin, can you come here? I can't find the chocolate chip cookies” Jungkook intervened from the kitchen. The blond stood up and went to the kitchen, in silence. 

Something strange flashed in Ryuk's eyes. He went through the door, looking for Jungkook. His boyfriend wasn't there which was strange until he heard the door close from behind. Turning, he saw him leaning against the wall, his toned arms crossed.

 

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, eyes fixed on Jimin. The blond gulped.

 

"He begged me ..."

 

"And you listened to him, didn't you?"

 

"He said I'm ignoring him... and I'm not like that ... so I felt bad"

 

"You know it's just an excuse to be with you, right?" Jungkook moved closer to Jimin until he was a few inches from him.

 

"You're angry…"

 

"No, but he doesn't stop touching you and my patience is running out, Jimin" he whispered grabbing the small chin, his fingers digging in the milky skin. "Make him leave"

 

"I still gotta help him..."

 

"His questions are excuses to touch your fucking thigh, to stick to you like a fucking gum" he said with gritted teeth, his free arm wrapping around his boyfriend's waist.

 

"Don't be like this... he has no one to help him..."

 

“Stop trying to be the Virgin Mary. It's not your obligation to be a teacher to this dumbass"

 

"It's also not your obligation to come here to teach us and yet you still do it"

 

Jungkook looked at him stunned.

 

“Are you seriously comparing you doing that idiot a favour with my favours? I'm your boyfriend, it has nothing to do with it"

 

“But it's the sam-

 

“I'm not arguing again about this shit, I'm getting fed up. Tell him to leave"

 

"You are being selfish"

 

"With you? Yes. I don't want to share you with anyone. You didn't even sit next to me” Jungkook mumbled hugging him tightly, his nose pressed against Jimin's neck. The floral scent of his body gave him peace.

 

"I didn't even think about that... Ahg, you smell like smoke"

 

"And you like home" he murmured back, giving him a kiss on the neck. Jimin rolled his eyes.

 

"Jungkook the Romeo" he joked with a smile when he felt the tickle of his lips. "You really don't know where the chocolate chip cookies are?"

 

“I do, but I wanted to have your attention on me. Tell them the study session is over, I want you for myself for the rest of the afternoon."

 

"Then give me a kiss" Jimin said with a chuckle. They brought their lips together in a soft kiss, the warmth of Jungkook's arms surrounding his body making Jimin feel like he was in heaven.

 

"So… will you kick him out?" 

 

"30 minutes more and I'm yours" said the blond, separating from him.

 

"You already are" Jungkook corrected him, with a pat on the ass.

 

 

 
* * *

 

 

The street was crowded. It was seven in the afternoon and all shops were full of customers. It had already gotten dark despite not being that late and the cold was seeping into their skin if it wasn't for the thick coats that Jin and Jimin were wearing. The blonde walked in a slow pace, with a bag in hand from a jewellery shop and his purse hanging from his shoulder. Jin was telling him something about how his family broke the new TV his father had bought because they didn't know how to program it. While chatting, Jimin saw something that caught his attention.

 

"Look! He might like that” he said, pointing to a shop display window a few meters away. The two approached, making their way through the big crowd. Sticking to the glass, they stared at the sweatshirt the mannequin was wearing. Jin pursed his lips.

 
"I don't think he'd like it… It doesn't seem like his style" he commented, his face creasing. Jimin sighed. They couldn't find something that Taehyung could like. His birthday was being celebrated next Friday and even though he had said he didn't want any presents, Jimin was determined to give him one. They wanted to surprise him.

 

They both kept walking, occasionally entering stores that seemed to have interesting stuff.

 

"You know what? I kind of regret not trying to talk to him more before. He's a very nice dude” Jin commented, distracted looking at the store shelves and trying the different men perfumes. Jimin looked at him curiously.

 

"Oh, really? But you already knew him, right?" Jimin asked, absently following him. His friend looked at him for a few seconds and shrugged.

 

"Yeah, but not that much... Well, you too, right?" he said. Jimin squinted, trying to decipher the tone of his voice. Jin didn't know anything about that, did he?

 

"Yes... I knew him before. A little... bit" he muttered.

 

The vivid memory of Taehyung meeting him for the first time, shirtless and with hickeys all over his neck. "Please don't say anything about this" he had pleaded. 

 

"Jimin?" 

 

"Hm?"

 

"What do you think of this fragrance?" asked Jin, bringing his wrist closer to the blond's nose. After sniffing gently, he denied.

 

"It doesn't look like something Taehyung would wear" Jin smelled his wrist again, pensive. 

 

"It's more like something your boyfriend would use. Fresh. Why don't you buy it for him?"

 

"I already bought him cologne for his last birthday."

 

Jin rolled his eyes, disgusted.

 

"Don't mention it. I remember that day... I had to go stay at someone else's house because you clearly were going to fuck."

 

"Oh, for fuck's sake Jin! Lower your voice" Jimin whispered, slapping him on the arm. 

 

"I still remember seeing in the bathroom trash... condoms lying around. Ew... Don't you get tired?"

 

"It's not like we did it that much-

 

"The sounds that come from your room every time he stays over say otherwise. Give up, stop lying dammit" So maybe he was right, but it was still kind of embarrassing. "Oh, about Jungkook... The other day I was with Taehyung chatting in the hallway and I saw him with a bunch of girls behind"

 

 

"Well, you know how popular he is" Jimin said with a shrug. It wasn't anything new. The two left the store and continued walking to find another one. 

 

"So the jealousy phase is over? I remember you being more possessive, but I guess you are used to all of that" Jin commented, his hands in his pockets.

 

The truth is that he did get jealous, but not about that kind of matter. Jungkook treating someone too exclusively? He would definitely be jealous. But him surrounded by girls? Nah.

 

"I still get jealous sometimes, but he also makes me feel secure"

 

"Ugh, he better make you feel secure... after the shit you've been through. I still remember how you cried all the time because you were sick of him hurting you."

 

"It's just that he kept hanging out with his circle that wanted would be going to clubs and... you know... On top of that, his ex was there."

 

Jin rolled his eyes. 

 

"That bitch... I've never wanted to kill someone so bad. She was fucking annoying"

 

Jimin knew the reason for the disgust on Jin's voice. Jungkook's ex had caused thousands of problems and misunderstandings that had ended up in one fight after another and a crying Jimin returning home with another promise to himself to never forgive Jungkook again. He remembered how his phone was filled with missed calls from Jungkook begging him not to break up with him. It wasn't like his boyfriend slept around, but he was heavily influenced by those friends.

 

"It was hard to separate him from that environment, especially the drugs, but she kept trying to drag him back."

 

"Addictions aren't easy to overcome, but if you have someone to encourage you, it's even harder to move forward in the process of getting rid of them" Jin said, stopping to look at a book through the display window. 

 

"I've... never seen Jungkook so broken as he was back then. He behaved oddly and was very volatile" Jimin muttered. Everything for him was sex and drugs. It was a never-ending circle that not only endangered his health but also his mind. The anxiety he felt about his inner problems was soothed with pills, more smoking, and other crap that Jimin didn't want to remember. He had felt he was losing Jungkook to his ex-girlfriend, and talking some sense into him was like talking to a wall. 

 

"Oh, I think he'll like this" Jin suddenly said. Jimin looked up at the window. An anime figure stood next to a pile of mangas. It was from a series that Taehyung loved. The two looked at each other, confirming that this would be the perfect gift. 

 

...

 

Jimin returned to his apartment exhausted, and apparently lucky. As soon as he and Jin got to the elevator, the sound of rain made itself present, just as the weather on the news had assured. The two took a shower, had dinner and went to their respective rooms. The blond looked at his messages before going to sleep, some from his brother, others from his friends and of course, from Ryuk. He said that the exam had gone very well thanks to Jimin, but that he needed his help for the last one. 

 

"You should come to my house one day, I wanna show you my room"  Jimin read. He felt bad... again, judging Ryuk more than before. The boy only meant well and he was taking everything out of context. He closed the phone, deciding he'd think about it. Rejecting the offer would be too rude, maybe?

 

 

* * *

 

 

Storm.

 

Jimin slowly opened his eyes. It was midnight and the rain was even heavier than before. Fortunately, he had closed the window and drawn the curtains. The blankets over his body kept him warm and the arm under his head...

 

Arm?

 

The boy saw the tattoos on the skin through the darkness and recognized whose arm was. He turned to the other side, finding his sleeping face. When had he come? Jimin brushed his fingers against his cheek, caressing the small skin mark there. He looked at him carefully. His boyfriend's mouth was half-closed, lips wet. The blond wrapped his arms around the naked torso, noticing how cold it still was. Jungkook had come not long ago, then. Even his hair was a little damp. Did he forget his umbrella? Jimin felt bad when he saw the blanket wasn't covering his boyfriend enough so he got up to get another one. After throwing on a thick one from the closet, he put on his robe and turned on the heater to place it next to the bed. He closed the door and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. The window was half-open so the water was coming in through the wind. Usually, Jin was very attentive to these things, but today had been an exception. He looked at the translucent glass. The drops were slipping on the surface, hitting it by the force of the breeze. It was a relaxing sound, but the cold wasn't that enjoyable. 

 

He closed his eyes.

 

"Jimin is a f----!" "Jimin is a f---!" 

 

It was raining. 

 

The pushes and shoves hurt. His back had hit the wet asphalt, but every time he tried to get up they pushed him harder. He wanted to cry, but that would only give them more reason to harass him. He had begged them to stop. However, the harassment never stopped. They went from drawing his table with insults to stealing his clothes as he went to shower after P.E. Sometimes they threw them in the trash and in others, they ripped them. Those he called friends had left him behind since they discovered he liked a classmate. 

 

Jimin wondered if he was the problem. If he was sick, if he was being a failure. 

 

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook muttered, his cheek glued to the blond's. His naked body hugged Jimin from behind, conveying warmth. "You're shaking" he said caressing his arm. Jimin denied, turning to him. 

 

"It's nothing. Just relaxing here" he whispered, kissing his pectoral, eyes never leaving Jungkook's. "When did you come?

 

"At twelve-something, I think?"

 

"Did Hobi bring someone or...?"

 

"No, but I wanted to spend the night with you. You were already asleep tho..."

 

"You should have told me to wait for you. We could have had dinner together. You're still wet, just look at your hair" he grumbled in a low voice, his hand touching the black hair. 

 

"I have a copy of your keys anyways. Besides, I like to watch you sleep." Jungkook muttered, kissing his hand. Jimin chuckled feeling the tickling of his lip piercing on his skin"

 

"That sounded creepy." 

 

"Yep, but you do the same thing." 

 

"But I don't go to your apartment at night to stalk you" he giggled, trying to avoid the tickling from Jungkook's fingers pinching his sides.

 

"You know you like to wake up with me... Don't lie" whispered Jungkook, his mellow voice doing weird things to Jimin who pushed him gently, trying to get out of the kitchen. But he was already trapped against the counter. 

 

"Let me go" he whispered, his eyes shining against the dim light. 

 

"No, give me another kiss" demanded Jungkook. Jimin didn't oppose much and pressed his lips against the tall one's. "Another" Jungkook repeated, unconvinced. 

 

"I am sleepy"

 

"Bullshit" 

 

Jimin crossed his arms.

.
"It's too late to be doing these things, you know? Some people have to get up early tomorrow"

 

"Oh really? And what would you be doing on a Saturday morning?" 

 

Both stared at each other for a few seconds.

 

"Well... study. Oh, I also have to do some laundry"

 

"What a shitty excuse"

 
"It's not an excuse!"

 

"Sure, honey. Learn to lie better" Jungkook laughed, pressing his bulge against Jimin's. "You know what doesn't lie? Your dick."

 

The blond blushed and trying to hide his face, but his chin was lifted in a quick gesture. The intense pitch black inside Jungkook's eyes gave him shivers. That look again... He couldn't gaze away as the boy opened his robe and put his hand inside his pyjamas. He clenched his legs as he felt the cold fingers touching his cock, gasping for breath as Jungkook started to fist-fuck the head. 

 

"Don't stop" he whispered, letting his head fall in the air, lips half-closed. 

 

And suddenly, Jungkook stopped.

 

Jimin opened his eyes and looked up at him in panic. 

 

"What are you doing?" he said tensely. His boyfriend shrugged, put his hands in his pocket and walked to the door. 

 

"It's too late now to be doing these things. I'm sleepy. Good night" he said, disappearing through the door. And there stood Jimin with a hard-on in the middle of the kitchen. 

 

Fucking son of a bitch.

 

Jimin followed Jungkook into the room, finding his boyfriend lying on the bed with his dick out, stroking it slowly, fingers gently running along the length. He caressed the head with his thumb, now wet with spit. The boy closed the door behind him, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him. 

 

That messy hair, wet worked body and glowing tattoos through the darkness... He wanted to run his tongue over every inch, kiss that wet mouth and sit on that dick, eager for attention. But he knew better, tonight was going to be fast and rough, no time for gentleness. 

 

Jimin took a step toward him, his eyes fixed on the swaying of that hand around the dick. He felt Jungkook's dark gaze on him, undressing his body under the robe. He slowly took off his clothes, nipples hard from the cold and the rubbing of his shirt as he took it off. 

 

"Come here and fuck me" whispered Jungkook from the other side. Jimin smiled, biting his lips to contain the groan of just seeing him like that. 

 

With nothing on his body, he walked to the drawer and pulled out the little bottle of lube. He stood on Jungkook's thick thighs, his dick rubbing against his. His boyfriend grabbed the pretty cock, as he liked to call it, and started rubbing both lengths, spitting on them in a quick gesture. Jimin let out a soft moan and stuck his tongue into the boy's. He brushed the tip of the hidden piercing inside, the ball he loved to play around with. Teeth digging into the fleshy lips, drowning out another moan with one more kiss. Jungkook pressed his head against his, taking away any breathing space. He could only eat busy his mouth with kisses, tongues addicted to the taste of each other. 

 

Jimin touched the ground until he found the bottle without stopping kissing the other. He poured a good amount on his fingers and pulled Jungkook's hand away from his head. With his free hand, he brought his now free dick close to those pink lips, grabbing the pitch black hair while Jungkook swallowed his dick all the way down as he gently stuck a finger in. It entered easily, but he could hardly concentrate with the wet cavity sucking him, rough hands squeezing his thighs and pierced tongue teasing him. His eyes travelled down and swallowed harshly as he saw those black holes staring back at him from below, lips never leaving his cock. 

 

Jungkook moved away the hand with which Jimin was preparing himself and replaced his fingers with his own long ones. He made small circles around the tight hole, then dragged the lube inside. Jimin whimpered. Jungkook's fingers were longer, but it didn't help that he was sucking his dick while fingering his ass. He hadn't even noticed he already had three fingers inside, too distracted by his cock being engulfed. 

 

"Fuck!" he groaned when Jungkook pushed his dick in. Jimin grabbed his shoulders, legs shaking from the strong shivers that he was about to come, that his orgasm was there waiting to come out, but Jungkook wouldn't leave him alone until he had put his cum inside him. The hand on his thigh rose and spanked his cheek in a sharp loud noise, ordering him to start moving or either he would. Jimin stood up a little and came down slowly, feeling his length making space inside. It felt like glory, like it belonged right there. 

 

"Faster" whimpered. It didn't take long for him to give up, he wanted to be fucked, to stand there crying while his ass was being pounded as if there was no tomorrow. Jungkook grabbed his throat tightly and drew his lips towards his, shutting him up with a wet kiss, hip lifted up till hitting his ass in a fast thrust. Jimin held on to him, letting himself be fucked. The sounds of the hard fucking were dirty and so loud he got worried that Jin might hear them, but the boy once fell asleep didn't even wake up to his own alarm. 

 

"Ngh-" he cried when Jungkook began to fist fuck his red dick. He'd come soon if he kept doing that, and Jimin knew what he was trying to do. "S-stop..." he tried to whisper but Jungkook had his forehead against his, eyes trying to burn a hole into Jimin's who tried to breathe through the hand tightly around his neck. Jimin squeezed his eyes in a whimper when he felt the wave of pleasure coming. 

 

"I can't, Jungkook. I can't-" he cried. And he came on his chest, shaking from the cock still fucking his ass, eyes almost rolling. But Jungkook didn't stop, he kept pounding into him until he came inside his clenching hole. He pressed his teeth against Jimin's thin shoulder, drowning out the moan of pleasure between his lips with a hard bite.

 

 

* * *

 

 

"I hate that bitch" Taehyung said, dropping the pen on the table. He stretched until he heard his bones crack and looked up. The finals season wasn't over yet. "Ah... I can't take this anymore."

"You hate that bitch because she doesn't pass your ass for your pretty face" Jin said with a chuckle. Taehyung threw the eraser at his face. 

"So you think I have a pretty face?" he teased. The boy suddenly became tense and Jimin covered his mouth, unable to contain his laughter. 

"The other day he told me he thinks you are cute, actually" he said, to which Jin looked at him in astonishment.

 

"Now why the fuck are you lying?"

"Something tells me that ain't a lie" Taehyung said, batting his eyelashes. Jin grimaced with an "ew". 

"Good morning" said Ryuk as he approached them. He sat down in front of Jimin when he saw that Taehyung was already sitting next to him.

"At what time did you go to sleep yesterday? You have big ass dark circles under your eyes" said Taehyung. Ryuk looked strange, with red eyes and a pale face. 

"I slept pretty late, I was looking for something on the computer" he said in a yawn. "Oh, by the way, Jimin..." 

The blond raised his head when he was named.

"Yes?"

Ryuk squeezed his own hand, nervously.

"I think I left my pen at your house" he muttered. The three blinked, confused. 

"You went to Jimin's house to study? You didn't tell me" Taehyung said with a sad face. Jin denied.

"Actually, we kind of forgot. Ryuk joined in at the last minute..." he tried to explain, trying to make him see that it wasn't because they disliked him or something like that.

"I can check this afternoon to see if I can find it. Do you have any idea where you left it?

 
"No, but if I go I can see if it's there. I can come with you this afternoon." 

Taehyung remained silent, confused by the words that were coming out of his friend's mouth. Jimin didn't know what to say. Suddenly an uncomfortable silence had formed at the table and Tae and Jin were looking at him and Ryuk. He didn't have to go with him to find a damn pen...

 

"Well, I guess you can com-

 

"What's going on?" Jungkook intervened, caging Jimin at the table. 

 

"Well, what are you doing in the 'little ones' cafeteria?" Jin asked with tease. With Jungkook in front of him, Ryuk would be silent for sure. The black-haired, who already had his whole body resting on Jimin, burst out laughing. 

 

"You have the worst food on campus. The only reason I'm here is to go see a professor. The dude didn't mark well my exam and I lost some points that I actually had right" he explained, pressing his chest even harder against the blond. Jimin tried to push him, but Jungkook already had him caged. He rolled his eyes, surrendering. 

 

"Uh, forgot that you're a nerd"

 

"Oh, please. I'm not a damn nerd. I just don't like when what's mine is taken away from me" whispered Jungkook, low but clear to everyone at the table, laying his eyes on Ryuk. Jin noted the intent of the comment. Jimin was probably oblivious to all that, but his boyfriend was very intimidating. All those tattoos and piercings gave him an aura of a thug in search and capture, but the truth is that deep inside he was a softie. He was... until you made him angry. "So I'm here to claim my points" he finally said, with a smile. A few steps were heard from behind and Hoseok appeared. Jimin involuntary glanced at Taehyung, who dropped his head as if distracted by his phone. 

 

"What are you doing? You're going to crush my little brother" Hobi said, trying to get Jungkook away from Jimin. The boy resisted, stuck like a piece of gum. 

 

"Don't you dare separate him from his Jiminie'" Jin joked. Ryuk just watched the interactions of the circle of friends. He felt left out... as if he wasn't part of the game. All because of the damn Jungkook who kept intervening when he least expected it. He had come close to getting Jimin alone, and the little prick had shown up right before Jimin could say yes. 

 

"What were you talking about tho" Jungkook insisted, as if he already suspected something about the conversation in which he was absent.

 

"Ryuk had lost a pen and-

 

"I have to go, see you tomorrow" Taehyung intervened, picking up his things quickly and leaving the table. There was silence at the table again and Hobi, who finally stopped looking at his phone, took his seat. 

 

"Why did he leave so suddenly...?" asked Jin in surprise. Hoseok said nothing, neither Jungkook nor Jimin. 

 

"I'm going to see what's wrong with him" said Ryuk, taking the opportunity to leave as well. Since Jungkook had arrived, he hadn't taken his eyes off him. They were chatting but he kept staring at him. Jimin didn't notice because he was underneath him, looking at something on his phone. Fed up, he picked up his things and left. 

 

"Fucking weirdo" Jungkook whispered in an angry tone. Jimin gave him a gentle nudge. 

 

"Stop picking on him, you bully" he scolded. His phone screen lit up and he left to answer the call. Jungkook took his seat, checking his notebook and opening his pencil case, chuckling when he saw how cute his pens. 

"But who's that boy? I've never seen him before in my life" said Hoseok when his brother finally walked away. 

"A creepy dude who has a crush on your brother and keeps trying to hit on him while making him feel sorry for himself and take advantage of Jimin's kindness" Jungkook summarized, now opening Jimin's backpack and taking out a package of chocolate bars to eat. Hoseok was stunned.

 

"Well, Jimin's just a little bit special for these things. He's not going to realize it because he's always trying to understand others, give them second chances, and think he's misjudging them" he explained. 

 

"I know...that's why I'm trying to stay calm and have patience. I already know about the weirdo's intentions, but I know that until Jimin sees them for himself, he'll never agree with me. I don't know what to do" Jungkook said, munching the chocolate cutely. Jimin was going to kill him for eating his precious chocolate bars but who cared?

The cafeteria was starting to get crowded with people coming out of class, and there wasn't a single person who passed by and didn't stare at him. Jin smiled to himself. You could hear whispers from the table next to him about Jungkook. 

"He's getting more annoying lately. Literally just asked Jimin if he could go to our apartment and get a pen he left behind"

"Really? What a silly excuse... But doesn't that guy know Jimin's taken?" 

 

"He knows, but he doesn't care... God... I just wanna punch him" grumbled the black-haired. Hoseok sighed. 

 

"How about tomorrow night we have a movie marathon? I'm sick of all these tests, and now that we're finally done, I need a distraction" he proposed. 

 

"Oh? Are you short of girls to fuck?" teased Jungkook. Hobi rolled his eyes.

 

"Are you still pissed because I threw you out of the apartment that day?"

 

"Nah, but I find it weird you wanting to spend time in family"

 

"Ah... will you two come to the party next week?" Jin asked suddenly. Jungkook arched his eyebrow. 

 

"What party?" he inquired. There wasn't a party he didn't already know about. 

 

"Party? Where? God, I need to go to one" said Hoseok anxiously.

 

"It's Taehyung's birthday and he's having a party at his friend's apartment on Friday. Jimin and I are going" Jin explained. The expression on Hoseok's face tensed, Jungkook rolled his eyes.

 

"I don't think I'm going" he immediately replied.

 

"Are you busy?

 

"Yes... I just remembered that Yoongi and I have plans that day" he answered firmly. Jin turned to Jungkook.

 

"What about you? Jimin is coming."

 

"Nah, I'm not going. Have fun tho"

 

"Well, since you two won't be coming, invite people to the party. I'll send you the address, okay?"

 

"No problem" replied Hobi.

 

* * *

 

"Why don't you want to go?" asked Hoseok, sitting on the barstool. They were in the pub where Jungkook worked.

 

"I just don't really feel like it" answered Jungkook. He dried the glass with the clean cloth and placed it with the others. There weren't that many customers as it was still daylight. 

 

"That's strange... Normally you'd be there to keep an eye on Jimin."

 

"Your brother isn't a baby. Besides, that was when he was new in town and I was worried about whether he knew how to guide himself. He'll be more than fine"

 

"I'd worry about something else, actually."

 

Jungkook stopped rubbing the rag with the cup and looked up at his friend. 

 

"What?

 

"Is that dude going?"

 

"The Ryuk guy? I don't know."

 

"If that dude is going... I wouldn't be so calm" murmured Hoseok. According to the descriptions of his friend, Ryuk was being a nuisance in the relationship. 

 

"Look, I'll be honest with you" exhaled Jungkook, leaning his weight on the bar. "I don't even like the fact that he is talking, calling or being with Jimin. I don't like him even breathing next to Jimin. But your brother gets anxious when I try to make him see that this guy isn't as good as he thinks and we end up arguing all the damn time. I lose my temper over and over again... He gets tired and I don't want to end up doing worse shit. So I'm not going to go just because that guy is there. Jimin will say I'm there to control him."

 

 

Hoseok looked at him in astonishment. 

 

"He must really be a pain in the ass for you guys to be fighting all the time... woah"

 

"It also doesn't help that your brother sees himself in that dude"

 

"Well, just don't kill anyone for Jimin, ok?"

 

"Whatever..." murmured the other.

 

 

* * *

 

 

"What are we going to watch?" asked Jin, lying on the couch. It was a little firmer than the one in his own apartment, but it wasn't that bad. Jimin took a look at the house from where he was standing. 

 

"Goddamn.. you finally cleaned up? You had a pigsty set up here" he said.

 

"For the record, Hobi is the dirty one in the house. Me and Yoongi are cleaning all day" intervened Jungkook, pointing to himself and his other friend. Hoseok gave them a filthy look.

 

"What? You leave your garbage all over the house too!" he said accusingly. 

 

"At least I clean it later, you only know how to stick your dick inside a hole" muttered Jungkook, taking out and lighting a cigarette from the little box that contained them. "Do you mind if I smoke?"

 

"Why do you even ask if you gonna do whatever you want at the end?" commented Jin, settling down in the other armchair. Jungkook gave him one of his shiny smiles and shrugged. 

 

"Good point, Jinkim"

 

"Don't call me that" snarled the named. Jungkook took a puff of the cigar.

 

"But your name is Jinkimy" he teased. Jimin gave him a gentle tap on the head, standing behind the sofa.

 

"Stop picking up on Jin. Help me make the popcorn"

 

Jungkook looked up, his eyes suddenly like puppy ones. 

 

 

"But I'm smoking..." he muttered. It didn't last long as the blond took the cigarette from his hands and smashed it against the ashtray on the table. 

 

 

"Not anymore, get up" he said turning to the kitchen. Jin and Hoseok looked at each other. 

 

"Your brother has your friend wrapped around his finger, bruuh" Yoongi said with a chuckle. Jimin filled a bowl with the chips he had bought. Jungkook was waiting for the popcorn to be made.

 
"Did you buy beer like I told you?" he said, opening the refrigerator. The black-haired nodded. "Why did you buy so much food? Aren't you going to have dinner?" 

 

"Nah" replied Jungkook, his eyes following Jimin everywhere. His boyfriend attached himself to him and gave him a kiss. 

 

"How come?"

 

"I don't know. Anyways, I haven't kissed you all day" he said, resting his chin on the hard chest. Jungkook laughed and put his hand on his soft ass, caressing the soft flesh. 

 

"Give me another one" he ordered, to which Jimin happily complied. 

 

"God, don't start again" Jin said as he entered the kitchen, a grimace of disgust painted on his face. The black-haired burst out laughing. 

 

 

They ended up watching horror movies because Jungkook and Jin wanted to. Hoseok had a phobia to them, and Yoongi didn't really care. Jimin had no problem watching them, but the jumpscares gave him nightmares. He couldn't stand the thrilling scenes but was fascinated by the bloody scenes. Jungkook'd sometimes turn to admire his face, illuminated by the TV light, and give him a random kiss on the cheek. 

 

Hours passed. The chips and popcorn were gone just like the empty beers lying on the table. Jin had already fallen asleep, some drool escaping from his mouth. Hobi was also asleep, with his head resting on Yoongi's lap who was still watching the last remaining movie. 

 

Jimin felt his eyelids heavy. Jungkook had brought blankets for everyone and now shared one with him. He could feel his warm hand tucked between his thighs, grabbing the flesh and caressing it absently. He used Jungkook's shoulder as a pillow, feeling the fainty smell of the cologne he always wore. He finally closed his eyes, letting himself be caught up in the warmth around him. 

 

 

* * *

 

 

Jimin stretched out on the bed. He blinked in surprise at not knowing where he was. When he regained his clarity of vision, he could recognize the room, Jungkook's. The sheets smelled like him, too. 

 

He turned his head and found him sitting at his desk playing on the computer. He was wearing a loose T-shirt, leaving his chest almost exposed. All his rings were off and most of his piercings on the table. When he got the industrialist he complained that he couldn't sleep because of the pain, so as soon as the piercing healed he started taking it off at night with the others. 

 

Jimin got out of bed, noticing that he was wearing nothing but Jungkook t-shirt.

 

"You changed my clothes" he said, scratching his eye, yawning, stretching once more. Jungkook glanced at him.

 

"Well, I wasn't going to let you sleep in those tight jeans and blazer, it's too uncomfortable" he said as he returned to the screen. He was pressing the same keys all the time while moving the mouse back and forth. Jimin got up and went to the mirror across the room. His hair was a mess, each strand on a different side. He tried to comb it, but there was no way to do it so he walked over to Jungkook, who wasn't paying much attention to him. 

 

"Are you winning or losing?" he asked, sticking his fingers through the black thick hair, kissing his cheek and then lips, covering the boy's screen for a few seconds. 

 

"Clearly I'm losing because I've got the shittiest team" he said in frustration, his eyes moving back and forth, following a random character running through the screen. "I'll be done in a minute... Wait... I'll make you breakfast"

 

"You can keep playing. I'll make it myself" he said, opening Jungkook's closet to get a hoodie. "Where did you put my jeans?

 

"Look in the drawers" Jungkook answered, still distracted. Jimin took the jeans out of the drawer and left them on the bedside table.

 

"I'm going to the bathroom first" he muttered, opening the door and disappearing through it. As he was washing his face, he heard a beeping sound from the other room. He recognized it instantly as it came from his phone. 

 

"Jimin! You got a message!" exclaimed Jungkook from where he was. Jimin peeked out the door. 

 

"Who is it? Can you check for me? I gotta pee" he said and rushed in. 

 

"Okay, wait a minute" he heard Jungkook say. Jimin peed in peace and washed his hands. He dried and wet his hair a little to fix it. A shower could wait, better to do that in his own apartment. He was a little surprised not to hear any response from Jungkook and called him again. 

 

"Jungkook? Who is it?" he asked aloud so that he could hear him. However, his boyfriend didn't answer. The boy was startled... did he have his headphones on?

 

He dried his hands and returned to the room, blinking in surprise when he saw that Jungkook now had his chair turned towards the door, his arms crossed and again that expression of the beginning of a rage. 

 

 

"What's the matt-

 

"You're not going" he said firmly. Jimin didn't understand. 

 

"What?

 

"You're not going" he repeated, teeth clenched. Jimin saw that he was still holding his phone in his hand and took it away in a quick gesture that Jungkook couldn't stop. He looked at the screen. A message from Ryuk.

 

"What?"

 

"You're not going" he repeated, jaw clenched. Jimin saw he was still holding the phone in his hand and took it away in a quick gesture that Jungkook didn't even oppose. He looked at the screen. A message from Ryuk.

 

"Will you come to my house then?"

 

He looked back at his boyfriend, who was still burning in anger, staring at him.

 

"I wasn't even going"

 

"You literally sent him I'll think about it in the previous message. What is there to think about? You won't"

 

 

"Why wouldn't I? He's invited me to his house just like I've invited him to mine. What's the difference?"

 

 

"The difference is that you'll be alone with him. You're not going, period."

 

Jimin snorted.  

 

"You say that as if you have any right to decide for me"

 

"Jimin, you're not going."

 

"Oh, yes I will. I wasn't planning to, but your shitty attitude is pissing me off" he said bitterly. They were back to the same situation again. Ryuk. 

 

"Shitty attitude? You know damn well he has a crush on you and I still have to put up with you being alone with him in his fucking house? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you that oblivious or is this a joke?"

 

 

"What's wrong with me is that you think you can decide for me. You're not my fucking father"

 

"When have I ever tried to control you? I'm telling you this guy is a weirdo, that I'm uncomfortable with you being with him and instead of listening to me, you go against me" blurted the black-haired, dropping his headphones on the table in a rough kick. Jimin didn't even bother to look at him and quickly got dressed. It felt like a deja vu, fighting in the same room again... about the same damn shit.

 

 

"You don't even have proof that he likes me! You're just jealous of every dude that breathes next to me and think you have some power over who I should talk with!"

 

"It was never about jealous and you know that! Can you for a moment stop helping everyone? Trying to get everyone to like you? This is not your high school where you were bullied! Stop licking everyone's ass, trying to pretend you are someone else" yelled Jungkook again, getting up to see Jimin pick up his stuff. The blond froze at his comment, looking at him in astonishment.

 

"Is that what you think of me? That I'm a hypocrite?"

 

"Aren't you?" Jungkook snarled.

 

"Of course, you weren't judged in high school. You were the popular dude who beat up people and slept with half the city. Of course, you wouldn't understand" Jimin muttered, buttoning his jacket, leaving Jungkook's sweatshirt on the bed.  

 

"Ryuk is not you, Jimin. No one's leaving him out. He's a weird guy who God knows what he's trying to do. But you don't want to see that in him because you'd stop being the Virgin Mary you think you are"

 

"I'm leaving" intervened the blond, turning to the door. Jungkook blocked his way, grabbing his arm. You could tell he didn't want to explode in anger, to do something he'd regret. 

 

"If you walk out this door I'll really be pissed off, Jimin" he said in a firm tone. His icy gaze didn't even flinch, and Jimin hesitated for a moment. But he was as stubborn as Jungkook. 

 

"Go ahead, then" he said, closing the door. 

 

And he disappeared, leaving Jungkook with a clenched fist and a murderous look on his face. All because of fucking Ryuk.

 

All this because of him. 

 

 

* * *

 

 

He had been looking at the screen of his phone for thirty minutes straight, the picture of Jungkook sleeping in the background wallpaper. Today he was going to help Ryuk... at his home. It was a Tuesday afternoon, as the two had agreed. 

 

 

Jimin was nervous. Not because he was going to Ryuk's house, but because of the fight a few days ago. Jungkook hadn't spoken to him again, nor had he even apologized. Jimin thought for a moment that he'd ask him to break up and panicked, but Jungkook would never do that for a fight about Ryuk... right? He regretted reacting so fiercely from the beginning, eager to defend his classmate no matter what. Maybe he did see himself in Ryuk... and that he always wanted to do good. However, he wasn't going to apologize to Jungkook. 

 

A sigh escaped his lips, his eyes fixed on the window of the bus. 

 

 

Everything was going so well... Only one exam left and he would be free to enjoy his vacation in Busan with his boyfriend. But no, just when he was fine everything had to fall apart. Unconsciously, his finger tapped on the screen, opening his boyfriend chat again. "Online" he read. Who would he be talking to? Ugh... he wasn't used to his boyfriend not talking to him at least once a day. Jimin wanted to pull his hair out. The piping at the bus stop made him get up and head to the exit. As he left, he walked to where Ryuk lived and waited for him to open the door. It didn't take the boy a minute to come. 

 

 

"Hi!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide open. Jimin smiled back and entered, shyly. Ryuk's house was wide and looked a little empty, which puzzled him "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I live here with my father."

 

 

"Oh, I see"

 

 

"We moved here this year, so it still looks empty" he continued. The blond nodded and walked behind as he watched Ryuk walk up the stairs. "Come, I'll show you my room."

 

 

Ryuk's room was quite tidy. It wasn't that spacious, but you could tell it was a gamer's room. There were many posters on the wall, little figures on the shelves. There was a huge desktop computer, with several books next to it. Ryuk sat up on the bed and stared at him. 

 

 

"You look very pretty... today" he whispered, an agitated smile on his lips. Jimin pressed his bag against his chest. 

 

 

"Thank you" he said tensely. "Where are we going to study? In the living room?" asked, hopeful.

 

 

"Ah, no. Better here. I'll get another chair. My father will come later and I don't want him to bother us" he said and left. Jimin didn't sit on the bed, too nervous and alert to do so. What was wrong with him now? As if his boyfriend's words were suddenly loud in his mind. He took a deep breath and relaxed. It was just a study session, nothing else.

 

 

"Here you go" said Ryuk, with a chair in hand. He placed it next to the one on the desk, with hardly any space between them. Jimin hung his bag on the edge of the chair and pulled it away from Ryuk's. "Oh, here" the boy intervened again. He placed a glass of juice next to Jimin's books and another one on the other side. 

 

 

"You didn't have to, but thank you" Jimin thanked him. Ryuk glanced at him as he sat down, taking a sip.

 

"Have some, it's very good" 

 

 

The blond just smiled. He was fine, already had eaten lunch and was definitely not thirsty. 

 

 

"Well, shall we start now?"

 

* * *

 

"For real though... you look so pretty today" whispered Ryuk once again. Jimin swallowed dryly. The level of discomfort was escalating. He could tell that Ryuk had pulled his chair a little closer, his body getting closer and closer. They'd been studying for about two hours but the boy just kept telling him how beautiful he is. 

 

"Thank you" he said, getting tired. Was he really forcing a smile just now?

 

"You smell good too" Ryuk said, sniffing him shamelessly. Jimin backed off, disgusted. "Jungkook is so lucky... You said he was your brother's friend... How did you two meet?"

 

Again? Why did he care so much?

 

"Well... I was in high school and he would come to our house and play video games with my brother..." He still remembered how he'd been staring at him from day one, just gawking. At that time, Jungkook didn't have as many tattoos on his body as now. His hair was also quite shorter but what Jimin really loved was that shining piercing on his lips. He fell for that Jungkook from day one. 

 

 

"Was he popular in high school too?" Ryuk asked.

 

"He was, but we didn't study in the same high school"

 

"I see... and do your parents support your relationship with him?" 

 

Jimin nodded. His parents knew Jungkook and what he was like before. In fact, they trusted him more than Hoseok. They had this image of him as a good, responsible, intelligent guy. Jimin's mother was always comparing Hoseok to his "future son-in-law" telling his brother why he couldn't be like his best friend, getting the maximum credits in almost every subject and working part-time to pay his way through college. Hoseok didn't give a shit, he was immune to his parents' comparisons. 

 

"They are very fond of him" he said, suddenly happy to recall the dinners with Jungkook at his parents' house. 

 

 

"You know... the other day you said that he has never cheated on you with anyone but... do you really trust that he won't do what he used to again? I always see him surrounded by a different group each day"

 

"Yeah, well... that was his life before I met him. His past doesn't define him."

 

"But he could have caught an STD... It's dangerous to be so promiscuous"

 

What? 

 

What was this dude talking about?

 

 

"We've both been tested already and we're perfectly fine. There's something called condoms too" he said sarcastically, a little annoyed at Ryuk's insistence. The boy seemed to ignore his tone and glanced at the still full of juice glass.

 

 

"Still... I wouldn't be with someone like that" he muttered. 

 

"Well, that would be you, but I...

 

"And neither do you. It doesn't suit you."

 

"Sorry... what?"

 

"That guy won't do you any good, Jimin" he said, squeezing the pen in his hands. Jimin wanted to answer but the boy stood up. "You'd be better with someone else... like me. We'd be very compatible as a couple" Jimin was incredulous. Had he lost his mind? Not only was making him uncomfortable, but he was also insulting his boyfriend. And now hitting on him? Suddenly he felt Ryuk's hand rest on his thigh, and quickly pulled it away. 

 

 

"Could you please not touch me?" spat in annoyance. He couldn't believe it. Something strange shone in Ryuk's eyes at the tone. Jimin looked at him for a few seconds, but his attention was quickly caught by something else... under the bed.

 

Underwear. Grey. 

 

Cold sweat ran through his body, words stuck in his throat. That was his grey underwear... there was no doubt. It was the same brand. Same size, wrinkled up under the bed, with a wet spot on it. Ryuk followed his gaze and smiled as he discovered what he was looking at. Jimin's blood rushed, his mouth dry. His heartbeat accelerated. 

 

"I'm leaving" he simply said. Ryuk didn't reply, his orbs wide open staring at him. Jimin picked up his things, dazed by the shock of the conversation. He had to go, to leave right now. The boy didn't seem to like the idea, but neither did he try to stop him. Jimin grabbed his backpack and ran out the door, as if he feared that at some point Ryuk would come after him. 

 

As he walked through the street, he felt immensely relieved, and even more when he saw people walking around. He ran to the bus stop with his heart beating so hard as if it would come out of his chest. The blond couldn't believe it. Ryuk had stolen his underwear... 

 

Jungkook and Jin's words appeared once again in his head. He should have seen it... he should have noticed it from the beginning.

 

 

* * *

 

 

"Are you ready?" asked Jin from the other room. Jimin begged for a few more minutes. He hadn't quite finished his make up yet.

 

It was Friday. The perfect day to forget about the shitty four months filled with exams and assignments. Jimin could finally say he wasn't going to touch another book for a few weeks. 

 

Jimin grabbed his phone to switch to another song. He had tidied up his room before leaving, making sure he returned to a clean space. It had been hard for him to choose an outfit for the party, but fortunately, Jin had helped him. A black shirt stuck to his body and some ripped black jeans. Of course, he had included his favourite boots and combed his hair to one side, adding some matching earrings to the look. He made his eyeliner subtly and poured some concealer on his skin to cover up some redness. 

 

 

"Are you done? We're going to be late" insisted Jin, this time leaning against the door. "Oh, you look cute" he said, looking at his roommate from head to toe. Jimin sighed. 

 

 

"Really? You have good taste for this"

 

"Of course. Have you prepared the gift?" 

 

"Ah, yes. It's in my closet, take it" he replied, tapping a little more shadow over his eyes. Jin took out the wrapped package and carried it in his hand. Both were quite sure Tae was going to love the gift, even though it was a surprise since he didn't want any presents. The phone rang, with a message from his brother telling him to be careful and to call him if anything happened. Jimin sighed, abashed. He tapped on his boyfriend's chat again, which had been empty since the day previous to the fight they had. Jungkook hadn't called or sent him a single message. In fact, he had had to return and go to class by bus since Jungkook clearly wouldn't pick him up. Jimin was devastated, but he didn't want to show it on Taehyung's birthday. 

 

 

He needed to enjoy the night, as he was finally getting a break. Also, he knew that Jin was very excited. Maybe his roommate didn't realize it himself, but he had become quite attached to Taehyung, talking to him on the phone all the time, and Jimin could only wait for him to realize what was happening. The two left in the cold night to the birthday boy's friend's house. It was a little far away by car, so they decided to take a cab. Jimin felt the cab driver's gaze as he got in, with a strange glow of attraction in his eyes. He knew he was beautiful, but it was funny to see the older man staring at him. 

 

 

After a long drive, they arrived. The music was playing from the doorway and the lights were flashing from the balcony. It was a rich area, judging by how big the apartments were and how well cleaned the streets were. 

 

"Call him. I don't think they can hear us with that loud ass the music" he told Jin. His friend picked up the phone and called Taehyung. He exchanged a few words with him and the boy soon opened the door for them.

 

 

"Finally!" exclaimed Taehyung, holding a plastic cup. His arms were already around the two boys, staring at them after the strong embrace. "Woah, you two look amazing!" 

 

Jin seemed to blush and scratched his neck, responding with a gentle "You too" to which Jimin agreed. Taehyung's hair was dishevelled as ever but it looked great with the carefree style he always had. 

 

The two were quickly dragged into the party. There were a lot of people, too many. There was hardly any space to even walk.

 

 
"Since when do you have so many friends?" asked Jin, raising his voice so that Taehyung could hear him. The boy chuckled. 

 

"Nah. I've told my friend to invite anyone he wants. Besides, you have invited more people too, haven't you? 

 

Jin nodded.

 

"I did ask Jungkook and Hoseok to invite anyone they wanted because you said to invite whoever we want, right?" 

 

 

"Wait. You invited Hoseok?" Taehyung asked tensely. Jimin noted Jin's reaction, surprised by the automatic question. 

 

"What? Yes, but I haven't-

 

"No, he just asked him to invite more people. He's not coming" intervened the blond, grabbing one of the drinks in the bucket full of ice. The birthday boy swallowed and nodded, but Jin kept looking at him, not getting what was going on. 

 

"Well, let's dance, shall we?"

 

"Ah, wait. Here. For you" Jin interrupted. The boy took the package in surprise, with a small smile forming between his lips. 

 

 
"Wow... there was no need... Thank you!" he said, eyes shining, tearing the paper until he saw the figure through the plastic of the package. He hugged Jin tightly and Jimin after. The two seemed to melt with the gesture, happy to see that he had liked the gift. 

 

 

Once they were in the middle of the party, they began to dance. 

 

Some of their classmates came over to talk to them and chatted for a while. Jimin felt free from all the stress, the music playing in the background. Bottle after another drank. There was a point where Jin told him he was drinking too much but he just ignored it. Taehyung explained to them that his friend was quite rich and that he offered to have the party at his apartment. Apparently, he owed him a favour for covering his place in some classes. A large circle of people had formed around them. Laughter was mixed with the loud sound of the music and the blond let himself be carried away by the rhythm. After finishing his drink at some point he went to the fridge for more. He grabbed one of the plastic cups and poured over the edge. He felt a little dizzy, but not really drunk. 

 

His mind went blank, away from the party. He pulled out his phone and looked at his chat again. Just as he had done many times during the night. Jungkook's chat was empty, without any "take care" messages as normally would be the case. Jimin pressed his lips and decided to swallow his own pride. 

 

 

"Jimin?" he heard. He turned back, finding Ryuk looking at him from the other side. As if he had heard his name through the chat with Jungkook... How was he at the party? Oh, right... He was Taehyung's friend after all. 

 

He could barely identify his face, with the lights off and only the led lighting on. He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, looking more elegant than usual, a little different. The blond took a step back, not wanting to talk to the guy after what happened. He didn't want to have anything to do with him. Not only had he made a mistake with him in trying to see the good side of his persona but had also let him take advantage of his kindness. Jimin hadn't told anyone anything, but Jin and Jungkook had been right. 

 

"I don't want to talk to you. Leave me alone" he spat in annoyance. Ryuk seemed surprised by the attitude. Jimin looked for Jin, but his roommate was dancing with Taehyung, whispering something to him. 

 

"Wait!" exclaimed the boy as he saw him walking in the opposite direction. He grabbed his arm, turning him without much force. Jimin snatched himself from Ryuk, pulling his fingers away from his skin. His glass moved and some alcohol fell to the floor. 

 

"What the hell do you want now?" 

 

"Look... I know what I did last time was too much. I really want to apologize to you... What I did wasn't right"

 

"Did you steal my underpants?" Jimin interrupted him. The boy was stunned, then looked down in shame. After a few seconds of silence, he replied.

 

"Yes... I'm sorry" he mused. Jimin grimaced. He still couldn't believe all this shit. 

 

"Ryuk... You're a fucking weirdo! What the hell is wrong with you?" he exclaimed, leaving the glass on the counter so as not to spill the liquid on the floor. The boy denied, ashamed. 

 

"I like you... okay? I just couldn't resist and I..."

 

"You took advantage of my trust! You came into my room without permission and took my clothes because you're sick in the head!"

 

"I know what I did was wrong, really! That's why I'm here to apologize. I feel terrible, okay? You're a wonderful person and I abused your kindness, trying to get close to you even though I knew you were dating Jungkook" he whined almost on his knees. Jimin looked at him in disgust, took his cup and left. This time, Ryuk didn't try to stop him, just stood there, staring at him from where he was.

 

The blond went to the centre of the room, to dance while having some drinks. The night went on and Jin was nowhere to be found. Numerous guys tried to get him to dance but he refused. Sometimes the music seemed to go slow... sometimes everything was spinning around him. His eyes felt heavy with every minute that passed. He felt tired... very tired. 

 

He heard someone ask him if he was okay but Jimin just nodded, walking away to sit somewhere. He went into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror, his steps suddenly slow. 

 

He was sleepy. 

 

Very sleepy.

 

What was going on? He tried to squeeze the drain between his hands, but couldn't. It was as if there was no strength in his body. The tiredness was winning over his body to the point he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. 

 

Two hands lifted him off the floor. He opened his eyes to see who it was. His vision was blurry, but he could identify Ryuk through. 

 

"What... are you..." he whispered, as the boy lifted him off the floor... to take him to one of the empty rooms, away from the party. 

 

 

* * *

 

Jungkook got out of the shower, his hair dripping on the rug. He grabbed the towel and rubbed it against his body. It was already very late, but neither he nor his two friends were planning on sleeping. Hoseok was playing some game on the TV and Yoongi was lying down looking at something on his phone screen. 

 

"Did you have dinner?" he asked, getting out of the shower. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Both his friends answered with a loud yes. They hadn't been out all day, except for him. He had gone to the gym before night fell. Jungkook had a lot of stress in his body, but luckily he had burned it all out at the gym. And now he was starving, though there was almost no food in the fridge. Tomorrow he would have to do a good shopping and drag Hobi with him because otherwise they'd live off water and expired milk. 

 

"How are you doing?" he asked lying on the couch. Hobi's eyes were glued to the TV, his fingers quickly moving over the joystick. He wasn't going that bad, but they were going to kill him soon if he didn't get his shit together. 

 

"I was almost killed by this fucker hiding in the bushes"

 

"You literally have been running in circles the whole time" Yoongi commented. Jungkook laughed. "Oh, by the way. Your phone rang a few minutes ago"

 

Jungkook took it off the table, seeing the notification of many messages on the screen. Uh? 

 

"Who is it? Are you cheating on my brother?"

 

"Are you dumb or did you fall out of the crib when you were a baby?" Jungkook muttered annoyed. He had been angry for almost a week with everything in general. What Jimin had done had really hurt him, and he had to resist the urge to go all the way to Ryuk's house and set it on fire. However, as he read the messages, he stood still. 

 

What?

 

Jimin was apologizing. Jungkook felt so relieved to see his messages acknowledging the problem and apologizing. His boyfriend could be too stubborn at times, but luckily he was finally recognising the mistake. But... why? how? It was so sudden...

 

His attention returned to the message that Jimin had discovered things he didn't want and a strange shiver ran through his body. Jungkook got up from the couch and went to his room. He called Jimin, waiting for him to pick him up. 

 

Nothing. 

 

It was ringing, but he wasn't picking up. Maybe his boyfriend wasn't hearing it with all the loud music? He was at a party after all. Jungkook knew that, but he still had an odd shudder in his body. A bad feeling. He called again, again and again. He sent messages, but none were seen. He wandered around his room, trying to convince himself Jimin was fine. He was at a party... with Jin, Taehyung...

 

...and Ryuk.

 

He gulped, dryly. 

 

No.

 

He was being too overprotective and controlling. Jimin wanted his own space and he had to respect that but Ryuk's touchiness wasn't helping, the way he stared at his boyfriend... and Jimin's message saying he discovered something. The sudden change of mind was so unsettling. 

 

"Do you know where the party is?" he asked Hobi suddenly. Yoongi and his best friend turned around, surprised to see him dressed.

 

"What's going on? Why are you going?" asked the boy. Jungkook puffed, thoughtful. 

 

"He's not taking my calls. He always takes my calls... Besides... he's with that guy at the party and in one of his messages he says he's found out things he didn't want to... I need to make sure he's okay"

 

"But he's with Jin, isn't he?"

 

"That guy is in that party too... I just want to confirm that he's okay. Then we'll be back" Jungkook insisted, his hands tapping the door in an anxious pace. He never followed Jimin anywhere without telling him first, Jungkook trusted him enough to not do that. But this time... this time something odd was happening.

 

"You're being paranoid" Yoongi intervened. Hobi remained silent, looking at Jungkook as if he wanted to decipher something. 

 

Jungkook denied. 

 

"No, no... Jimin always takes my calls. It doesn't matter where he is. I don't think I can sleep until I confirm that he's okay" he said anxiously. Hobi sighed and got up. 

 

"Okay, I get it. I'm coming with you. Wait and get dressed. We'll take a look and leave, okay?" 

 

Jungkook nodded. 

 

* * *

 

Both put on their helmets, Hobi hugging Jungkook from behind. He had told him the address and the black-haired had identified it immediately. It was quite a rich neighbourhood, famous because bankers, city council people, etc... lived there. Jungkook tried to call Jimin, but his boyfriend still wouldn't take his calls. His concern increased, and he took off as soon as Hobi got on. He accelerated heavily, his friend telling him to not go that fast. But Jungkook was blinded. He squeezed harder the accelerator, his eyes fixed on the road. Hobi started tapping him to lower the velocity, but he couldn't. He needed to get there... fast. 

 

The gut feeling was eating him up inside, the thought eating his head inside, telling him that something was wrong. 

 

He parked the bike in a corner and took off his helmet. His friend began to scold him for not listening, telling him that he couldn't act like that if he didn't want a fine. Jungkook didn't even listen to him and knocked on the door, again and again. The party was clearly there, the loud music all over the neighbourhood.

 

After a few seconds of anxious waiting, during which Jungkook kept moving around, looking at the floor, the sky, his feet, the wall, and taking a breath to try to calm down while his friend insisted that he had to relax, the door opened. The dude was from his boyfriend's grade, clearly. Jungkook told him he was Tae's friend, but the boy already knew him. He let him in without any questions. 

 

"Can you fucking relax? You look like a psychopath with that face!" Hobi shouted in his ear, trying to ask him to reduce his pace. Jungkook pushed people out of his way, looking for someone who looked like Jimin, or Jin or Taehyung. 

 

Ah. 

 

There he was. Jimin wasn't with them. Where then? Jungkook couldn't think straight, his mind tricking him showing scenes of Ryuk with his boyfriend. He ran over to the two boys chatting. Jin was sitting next to Taehyung, stroking his head, mumbling something to the boy with a smile on his lips. They looked pretty drunk... but the blond wasn't with them. Jungkook wanted to punch a wall. 

 

 

"WHERE IS JIMIN?!" he exclaimed in anger, tearing Jin from the sofa by his shirt collar. Taehyung looked at him in astonishment, but his eyes focused on a Hoseok who looked at him even more surprised. What was he doing here? Jin was perplexed, not understanding where the hell Jungkook had come from and what was going on. 

 

 

"What? I-I don't know" he muttered in fear. Jungkook looked like he was going to kill him as if he was going to stab him at any moment. The black-haired shook him back and forth, Hoseok trying to stop him. Some people stopped dancing, suddenly stood still and watched what was happening in the middle of the room. 

 

 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS? HE WAS WITH-

 

 

He pushed the boy to the ground. Jin seemed to wake up from his drunkenness, following him trying to find out what was going on. Jungkook searched the bathroom, with Hoseok, Taehyung and Jin behind him looking for Jimin, although the last two were still confused. There was only one room left and Jungkook gulped, running to the doorknob. 

 

 

Closed.

 

 

The blood rushed to his head and he began to push, trying to open the door. Jin was now scared... Jimin was nowhere to be found and neither was Ryuk. Jungkook looked like a bull about to burst, pushing the door open again and again, but it was still closed. The boy who had lent his house for the party tried to stop him, but Jungkook glared at him until he turned back. 

 

 

"Open the fucking door" he shouted in anger, seeing everything in red. There were thousands of scenarios in his head, but the one that stood out the most was the worst. "OPEN THE DOOR!" he roared even louder. Seeing that there was no answer, he backed away. 

 

 

He knew Jimin was there. His boyfriend wouldn't go home without Jin. 

 

 

Jimin was there, with Ryuk. 

 

 

He took a breath and stepped back from the door, raised his knee and moved his entire body towards the door, slamming his combat boot into the door with a sharp, dry thud next to the lock. The blow, dry and hard, broke the side of the entrance open. Jungkook regained his position and entered. As soon as he focused his sight on the darkness, everything turned red. 

 

 

"Jungkook, NO!" shouted Jin behind him. 

 

 

* * *

 

 

Ryuk dragged Jimin to the bed, his body not as heavy as he expected. The boy was still awake, but he had no strength at all. The sedative he had placed in the drink had been small, but enough to knock him out. 

 

"You're so silly my sweet Jiminie" he muttered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. His soft cold skin against his lips... Tonight he was beautiful, like a little porcelain doll. His skin was soft, a little flushed from the effect of the alcohol and the blush of the makeup. He caressed his blond hair, long eyelashes and those lips red as carmine. Jimin was uncomfortable, trying to get away from him but Ryuk knew he didn't have any power to resist. 

 

Tonight he'd make him his. Show his crush and his idiot boyfriend who was in charge. 

 

He didn't want to wait anymore and started unbuttoning his shirt. Just like in his dreams, the boy's body was slim and soft. He had no hair at all. He gently brushed his chest, slowly opening his shirt button by button. 

 

"So beautiful..." he whispered and lowered his head to lick the bare chest. His small nipples, small and soft, his delicate neck, his jaw, his lips... Jimin whimpered as if something hurt him. He tried to push Ryuk away, trying to get away from him. The boy slapped him, causing a grunt of pain to escape his lips. 

 

"If I was you I wouldn't resist" he threatened, softly pressing his neck between his hands. Jimin was silent, increasingly sleepy. The drug was already taking effect, and his gaze seemed more and more off. Ryuk took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He hadn't brought a condom or lubricant, but spit would be enough. He'd come inside Jimin, leave his essence inside his body to prove that it had been real. His plan had been to take him to his own home and force him there, but his father was home. So what better place than at a party where everyone is drunk? No one would notice that Jimin was missing. He had dropped the pill into the glass when Jin and Taehyung seemed drunk enough. 

 

Ryuk started by kissing the boy, climbing on top of him. He put his tongue in that warm, but lifeless mouth. Jimin's body was numb with sleep. He wasn't yet fully asleep, simply because he was trying to stay awake. But Ryuk didn't care... tonight Jimin would be his. 

 

B--M!
 

Ryuk got startled. It was coming from the bedroom door. There were loud whispers from people outside and someone trying to get in. The latch was on, so it was impossible to get in. 

 

"OPEN THE DOOR!"  he heard someone shouting from the other side,  Was that... Jungkook? What? He wasn't supposed to be here, or at least that's what Jin and Taehyung told him! 

 

"Open the fucking door!" he shouted again. He sounded enraged as if a demon had possessed him. Ryuk felt fear, the dude sounded like he was out of his mind. His single push was making the door shake. And Ryuk was still on top of Jimin, who was trying to push him despite his numb body and useless strength. When he saw that the silence was back, he turned to the blond. Finally-

 

 

B--M!  

 

The door broke and from it appeared a Jungkook with a furious face. Ryuk was stunned as he looked at the scene before his eyes, unable to believe that the madman had kicked the door in. It didn't take two seconds from the time he made eye contact with Jungkook until he saw everything black. The guy threw himself at him, knocking him to the ground. 

 

 

* * *

 

 

Jungkook couldn't stop. He was blinded. Punch after punch, Ryuk's face wouldn't stop bleeding. His mind was blank, as if he had disconnected from himself. Hoseok tried to push him away, to stop him, but his friend roughly pushed him away and kept hitting Ryuk. He had broken his nose judging from the blood coming out of it but he didn't give a shit. 

The scene he had witnessed was still etched in his eyes. Ryuk was on top of Jimin, who was unconscious, clearly drugged. His body was naked, and the room smelled of alcohol. 

He had tried to rape him.

 

He had drugged him to force himself on him. 

 

Had he arrived a minute later, Jimin would have been raped... by that living trash. 

 

"Jungkook, please stop! You're going to kill him!" Jin shouted, helping Hoseok pull him away from the beaten boy. They barely got him away from his body. Jungkook was panting, his eyes wide open but his gaze lost. 

 

 

Ryuk was lying on the ground, shaking with blood on his face and swollen face. 

 

"Jimin, Jimin..." whispered Jungkook, the panic in his voice. Jimin was sleepy, trying to open his eyes but couldn't. He checked everywhere, looking for wounds, marks. There was nothing, fortunately, but he could have if Jungkook hadn't arrived in time. He felt like shit for leaving Jimin alone. For leaving the damn weirdo with his boyfriend at a party. His hands were shaking, bloody. Everyone was in a panic, worried and clearly shocked to witness an attempted rape. They had to call the police, so they did.

 

 

It didn't take long for them to arrive. 

 

 

The party had been stopped. Everyone was out, Jungkook surrounded by Hobi, Jin, Taehyung and Yoongi who had come rushing after hearing what had happened. Jimin was in his arms, still sleeping. Hobi and Yoongi had to keep an eye on their friend because otherwise, he would hit Ryuk again, who was now being taken away by the police. They had begun to search every drink in the room, looking for the one containing the mixed drug. It didn't take them long to find it. 

 

"We need to take him to the hospital" Hoseok told his friend. However, Jungkook had no intention of releasing Jimin. Yoongi tried to calm him down but his friend was still shaking in anger.

 

* * *

 

"I'm sorry" Jungkook whispered as soon as Jimin wake up. His eyes were red from the lack of sleep. It was seven in the morning and they were still in the infirmary. Hobi and the others had gone home, after calming Jungkook and assimilating the situation. All of them were traumatized, especially Taehyung who had never expected his own friend to do such a thing. 

 

Jimin embraced his boyfriend as soon as he saw him, clinging to the crook of his neck, crying like there was no tomorrow. He could still remember the terror of the situation, and how helpless he felt. Jungkook returned the warmth, stroking his back and calming him down. The nurses had treated his knuckle wounds and now his hand was bandaged. They told him that if the rapist decided to press charges against him, he might have to deal with the police. Jungkook didn't care, he knew he did the right thing. 

 

Jimin and the others at the party still had to be questioned. Jungkook had asked them to wait until the boy felt better, and they agreed. He still looked exhausted, with dizziness and headaches. He had puked several times. According to the urine test he took with the drug detector, a type of pill normally used to numb the body was identified. Jungkook had to grit his teeth, trying not to lose his temper as he listened to the doctor's talk explaining the process to be taken now and that they should investigate where the boy had gotten the drug from. 

 

They stayed the whole day, waiting for the doctor to let them go. The police came in the afternoon. They were asked what their relationship was and Jungkook answered that they were a couple. They were also asked about their relationship with Ryuk and the blond told them that he was just a classmate. Jimin added the subject of the underwear, which Jungkook didn't even know about, and now he listened to him in astonishment. 

 

 

His boyfriend explained that Ryuk had come over to apologize and he had left his cup on the table. After picking it up again, he began to feel dizziness and when he still had some consciousness, Ryuk was already taking him from the bathroom. He told them the blurry memories he had of his disgusting touch on his skin, that he had hit him after trying to push his hands away from him. Jungkook could only hear what he was saying with his head down, hand tight on Jimin's wrist. 

 

"You can leave now" said one of the police officers. The other witnesses, including the homeowner's son, had already been interrogated. 

 

 

Jimin left, his hand still held tightly by Jungkook. They took a cab and went home. As soon as he opened the door of the apartment, Jin hugged him, crying in horror. He apologized, again and again, saying he didn't know Ryuk was this extreme, that he shouldn't have left that weirdo alone with him. Jimin explained what happened in his house and that he should have told his friends and boyfriend. Taehyung was the next to hug Jimin, apologizing to him as well. His face was pale, clearly startled with the whole situation. He had never imagined that Ryuk was that kind of person. Jimin received hugs from his worried brother, and from Yoongi, who told him that his boyfriend clearly had a sixth sense. 

 

Jimin ended up spending the day hugging Jungkook, who gently caressed his back. The warmth of his body made him feel safe. He wanted to forget the whole situation from the previous night, block it out of his mind and pretend it never happened. The blond still couldn't believe he had been drugged, nor did he believe how close he had come to being forced against his will. He didn't know how Jungkook had found out he was in danger, but was so grateful he had gotten him out of the situation. The helplessness he was in at the time, as if he could only see what Ryuk was doing to him and not be able to stop it... Jimin knew he would have nightmares for days. 

 

That's why Jungkook stayed with him for many days. Hobi brought him some clothes, and the boy asked for someone to cover for him at work. He didn't want to leave his boyfriend alone, with the memory of such a traumatic experience. Jimin apologized to him, saying he should have listened to his words. Jungkook just replied that it wasn't his fault after all since he was blinded by his own kindness but everything was fine now and that was the only thing that mattered. 

 

It was clear that Ryuk would be arrested for not only having illegal drugs within his reach but also for drugging another person and attempting to rape them. His father, who couldn't believe all that mess, was quite hurt and embarrassed and wanted to go apologize to Jimin, which would have happened if Jungkook had allowed it. His boyfriend told him to simply never go near Jimin again, him or his son. 

 

"Are you done?" Jungkook said, reaching out to Jimin. They were going to take the bus back to their hometown to spend the vacation with Jimin's parents. Hoseok would come later, as he said he had things to do. 

 

"Wait! I almost forgot my scarf" muttered the blond, running to grab the tattooed hand in front of him. Jungkook rolled his eyes and pulled him to walk, carrying his suitcase in his other hand and his backpack on top. Jimin had told him he didn't have to carry his stuff for him, but his boyfriend was too obstinate. However, the only thing that mattered was that they would spend some days away from the city, back in Busan.

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