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Jungkook wakes up not wanting to go to school, it’s how things have been these days. He rolls around the bed for a little while, soaking in the warmth of his fat duvet.
What he wouldn’t do to just laze around and never leave his room. The weather has turned a little chilly furthermore, in a way that he can feel the cold creeping into his lungs.
He almost sleeps overtime, hell bent on skipping for the day but then he remembers that his parents are coming home today. The last thing he wants to happen is to run into them.
Mood turning sour, he pushes himself off the bed, stumbling into the bathroom to take a shower.
The hot water is soothing, a contrast to the cold morning so he stays under the shower spray for a while, nearly falling asleep again. After getting ready, he rushes down the steps.
Not spotting any signs of his hyung, he walks through the big empty house, feeling like the walls are trying to swallow him up. He fights against the stupid childhood fear of getting lost in the maze-like corridors.
There would be nobody to help him find his way back except for his worrying hyung who always made sure to track down Jungkook whenever the younger disappeared for a while.
You're a big boy now.
His mother's voice rings in his head. He wants to scream at it to shut the fuck up. She would always say that to him whenever he got lost.
Though the houses did get slightly smaller than before, the current one was big enough to room at least ten people comfortably though only Jungkook and his Hoseok hyung lived there. Their parents’ visits barely counted.
When Jungkook can't bear the silence of the house anymore, he makes his way to school. He's never liked big ass houses anyway.
He takes in a deep breath and the cold hurts his lungs so good, it’s enough to distract him from his thoughts. The walk to school is slow, not really in the mood to go back when he's been ditching for the past week.
There was nothing interesting in that boring place for him and it further didn't help at all that he has taken advanced classes, a year ahead for his age.
Jungkook's parents only cared about his grades so as long as he kept them up, the rest didn't matter to them luckily, like his attendance. There was nothing to really look forward to and he felt like a robot, following a pre-programmed path without any emotions.
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Jungkook's sitting on one of the two desks in the last row when he enters the class.
Time doesn’t stop, unfortunately. He can’t take in the boy fast enough, eyes darting all over him, unable to believe someone this beautiful even existed in the first place.
The new boy looked like he fell from the sky, his features soft and breathtaking. But Jungkook should know that this was no god, he was a monster.
A very cute one at that - who trampled over so many hearts, unknowingly.
But what Jungkook can’t get over is that he has never seen any boy look so... pretty in his entire life. Not even in the grand parties that his parents hosted.
And as the boy makes way to the desk beside him, Jungkook's never been so glad to have a bad reputation. It kept unwanted people away, leaving the seats next to him empty. He's apparently the scary, rich kid who gets into a lot of fights.
Well, most of it is true.
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Pretty Boy.
That's what Jungkook has been calling him for the past three days during which he was mustering enough courage to talk to him.
It's not like he’s scared or anything like that. He can talk to whoever he wants. Just doesn’t want to make a fool of himself at the first chance he gets.
Jungkook has no clue why he cares so much about what this boy thinks about him when he gave a damn about what people thought of him before.
He had learned that once people see you in a particular light, it’s very hard to change it.
But, the first impression is the best impression.
He still had a possibility of getting on Pretty Boy’s good books. If he had Jungkook can’t tell or predict anything about the new student. He regrets skipping school just because he was lazy.
He would've known the boy’s name by now if he had been regular. And no, it's not love at first sight though his eyes never leave the boy. Jeon Jungkook is immune to that shit.
At least that’s what he believes.
His mind has not been functioning properly since the day he saw the boy. He's hyper-aware and hyper-sensitive to anything Pretty Boy does. He bets he's not even lurking in the boy’s mind while Pretty Boy basically lived in Jungkook’s.
Jungkook looks at him from the gap between his folded arms as he pretends to be asleep. But, how can he, when his dream is right beside him, in reality. He was so fucking beautiful, it hurt.
He's overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to do something. Anything, in tribute to the boy’s beauty.
But... What if Pretty Boy didn't like guys?
That thought completely wipes his sleep away. On top of that, Jungkook is the awkward, I-Don't-Do-Sweet-Shit guy.
And Pretty Boy looks like he'd puke rainbows. He might not gel well with someone who looked an emo goth out of his school uniform. He’s not giving up though.
Well then, looks he'll just have to make Pretty Boy like him.
A soft sigh captures Jungkook's attention.
He had been staring at the boy all along, definitely creepy but also lost in thought. At the fluffy mop of blond hair, slightly curled and messy as it falls into his eyes. Those big cat eyes, currently squinting cutely at his notebook.
Was he confused?
His teeth sink into his puffy bottom lip and Jungkook feels his mouth go dry. He looks like a fucking angel, otherworldly. It's not until later that Jungkook gets to know that he's fallen.
He huffs, chubby cheeks puffing slightly as he rests his chin on his palm - cross earrings twinkling. He looks so small, tiny even with that cute face and small frame, an innocent, child-like aura surrounding him.
Jungkook's gaze trails down and sees his thick thighs stretching his uniform pants deliciously. Oh, okay -- they're not child-like at all .
And Jungkook wants him so bad, he wants to bite him and leave marks all over his body that won't fade for days. It would feel so good to claim him. The thoughts surprise him, having never felt something this strong for anyone.
Without thinking, Jungkook lets out a soft groan at his troubled thinking.
Fuck his life.
Pretty Boy whips his head towards Jungkook and drops his pencil, startled.
Great way to blow cover, Jeon .
He wants to slap himself, maybe cry a little. He shifts, trying to act natural and almost faints at what happens next.
Pretty Boy pokes him.
Unicorns are real. There is forever. And Pretty Boy is his .
"Hey, you okay?" The boy’s voice is a soft whisper, high pitched but drips over Jungkook like honey, sugary sweet.
He straightens up slowly, stretching and thanking heavens for the poker face he's able to maintain when he looks at the boy.
He's closer than imagined, with hardly a foot of distance between them. He's facing Jungkook, head tilted to the side innocently. Timid, shy.
Jungkook's hand shakes as he bends down to pick up the dropped pencil. He maintains eye contact and when it starts to feel a little hot, he looks down and notices that the pencil is pink with tiny kitten doodles.
What?
And when Pretty Boy's small, puffy fingers come to wrap around the pencil Jungkook's holding out, he sees it. There's the lightest shade of pink decorating his nails - baby pink?
Hell, Jungkook didn't even know that he was into this shit until a million scenarios started running in his mind. On top of that, he was so not prepared for the little blush and the shy smile Pretty Boy flashes, thanking Jungkook.
This innocent creature was oblivious to Jungkook's staring.
"Anytime." Jungkook's voice comes out unintentionally husky, though he’s actually choking the words out.
Pretty Boy's cheeks redden, eyes glazing over for a second before focusing back on Jungkook again and he's on the edge of hyperventilating as Pretty Boy bites his bottom lip.
This guy is clearly not good for Jungkook's heart but his body and mouth seem to think otherwise.
"Do you need help with that?" Jungkook nods towards his notebook. He has asked in haste, having nothing better to say and hoping that the boy will finally stop abusing his lip.
"Yes, please! You know how to do it?" Pretty boy blurts out, taking up on the offer rather quickly and suddenly scoots his chair closer to Jungkook's desk and he's flooded with his sweet scent. He unintentionally breathes in deeply and can almost taste the boy, innocence settling sweet on his tongue.
Pretty Boy smells prettier. Was that even possible?
He places his book on Jungkook's desk and the borders are filled with cute doodles - flowers, kitties, puppies, chicks, hearts and lips.
"I'm Park Jimin! Thank you so much for helping me." Jungkook's blinded by his smile, eyes completely disappearing into cute crescents and he wonders if the boy can see him at all. Heart wrecking his ribcage way too happily, he wonders how soon he can make the boy smile again.
"Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you." He looks at the problem and starts solving it, too flustered to look Jimin in the eye. He’s lucky that he had covered this topic of theirs already or he would have embarrassed his own ass.
"I know." Jungkook looks at Jimin questioningly at that, trying to guess how. Did one of the douchebags talk crap about him already? Oh, they wouldn't be seeing the end of the—
"U-Uh... I mean, you're really… popular here and you weren't here for a few days so..." He trails off when the teacher makes way towards them.
"Mr. Jeon, seems like you're doing something productive for once?" Mr. Choi looks at Jungkook from over his spectacles and Jungkook has to bite his tongue to not retort.
"He's helping me, sir. I'm not familiar with this chapter. It wasn't covered in my previous school." Jimin's voice is innocent, sincere.
"Well then Mr. Jeon, why don't you start tutoring Mr. Park here?" He turns the notebook towards himself, Mr. Choi looks over the half solved problem. Jungkook knows it's right. And so does their teacher.
"Hmm. Well, you're in capable hands, Mr. Park." Yeah, Jungkook can show how much more capable his hands can get.
"You could take Mr. Jeon’s help if he has no problem. I expect improvement from both of you in your next test. Use your time well." Jungkook was never fond of this guy but right now, he was their freaking cupid.
Jimin is sulking, a wince visible as their teacher walks back to the front of the class.
"I'm so sorry, Jungkook-ah! I didn't know he would force you into this. Let's just forget what happened. It's totally fine if you—" He sounds frantic, panicked even.
"Jimin-ssi, you... d-don't want me to tutor you?" Jungkook hopes Jimin didn't hear the crack in his voice. He was hoping this could be a way for them to spend more time together. Perhaps Jimin did not want to interact with him that much.
"You want to?" Jimin asks, looks confused and hopeful at the same time.
"Yes. Why not?" Jungkook narrows his eyes at the surprise in Jimin’s tone. Did Pretty Boy think he was rude and unapproachable already?
"Well... I just heard that it's not good to mess with you or... uh, annoy you. So I thought you would be mad for getting stuck with tutoring... me." He whispers the last part, playing with his fingers. Jungkook's heart squeezes in his chest.
"I would never get annoyed at you." Jungkook straightens, feeling his cheeks heat up after blurting out those words. Jimin glances at him, a small, pleased smile gracing his lips. “Also, um. I have a lot of free time to help you.”
"Really?" At Jimin’s doubtful voice, Jungkook nods. "Ahh... you're so kind, Jungkook-ah. You can come over to my house tomorrow. Sorry for stealing your Saturday."
Jungkook waves away the apology and Jimin's smile can save lives. It’s beautiful and all consuming, stealing lungs as he goes. Jungkook has been called many things. But never 'kind' . And while he doesn't think he is, many know he isn’t.
For his Pretty Boy though, he'll always want to be best for him. Because after all, Park Jimin deserves to be showered in stars.
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Here comes the dirty feeling, the one that makes Jimin's skin crawl. And he hated it. He was not supposed to feel this way. He was not supposed to feel bad for who he was. Unless... it was wrong.
Was it, though?
He closes his eyes, desperately trying to push that feeling away. He was tired of being tugged two different ways emotionally. Why couldn’t he have things he liked in peace?
Nobody was getting hurt with his preferences. Well, except for his father, who was too bothered that his son was not manly enough.
It’s not a good feeling, the knowledge that his father hated who he was and Jimin was always left fighting all the new demons unleashed on him. He was losing his fucking mind, curled into a ball on his bed.
Jimin had made a mistake by changing the sheets of his bed to pink from his previous baby blue ones. The covers are usually heavenly against his skin - all soft and silky.
But right now, they made his skin itch.
"You're mother always wanted a daughter anyway. What a shame she doesn't know she actually had one."
He hates it when his father says something like that. And these days, he had many reasons to speak to him like that.
Sometimes, Jimin didn't know who he was anymore. Sure he was a boy but he didn’t like the society’s cut out made for men. He liked pastel colors, cute outfits, makeup, soft toys and liked being sexy sometimes.
How was that wrong? Besides, he still worked out because he liked to be fit but his father always looked over that.
There's a bang on his bedroom door. And Jimin’s heart is in his throat in an instant. He knows what’s coming. It happens all the time though it should not happen to him all . During moments like this, he’s so tempted to run away or hide but there was nowhere to go.
Hugging himself tighter, he curls into a small ball, hoping to disappear. The door bursts open then. And he wants to slap himself for not locking it earlier. No matter what he does, he just can’t bring himself to fight back. The fear and shock always locked him in place, barely able to absorb what was happening to him.
His father yanks him back by the sweater and it feels like he’s flying in the air, so light. A hand connects with Jimin’s cheek and his vision blurs for a second from the pain. His father says something to him that will probably come to him when the ringing in his ear stops.
Letting Jimin drop to the ground, his father leaves, slamming the door shut. Hearing the car start after a few minutes, he breathes in relief. That was a good sign, his father won't be coming home for a few days now.
"You cunt." His words haunt the room. But Jimin doesn't know what he did this time to deserve. Then his eyes land on the torn pieces of his notebook pages that he failed to notice earlier. It had doodles of Jungkook's name all over the pages.
Jimin's vision fills with tears. And Jungkook's name disappears into a blurry, incoherent mess. He wants to scream and beg someone, anyone. Help me.
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Holding an ice pack to his cheek, Jimin silently begs all the existing deities to reduce the swelling. He just remembered that Jungkook was coming over and freaked out after he got out of his trance. There's a bruise forming on his cheek and he has to cover it up with makeup.
Jungkook can't see him like this.
At least not him . Not already, hopefully never. Jimin won’t let him.
They have become good... friends , though Jimin's heart beats a little too fast and his skin burns a little too hot from his touch. And the last thing that Jimin wants is for his new friend to find out what a freak show his life is. He was pretty good at hiding things and he planned to keep things that way.
He doesn't know what he feels about Jungkook, but sometimes he finds himself getting pulled in way too fast and he can't tell why. Jungkook felt like a tornado - with eyes so deep, Jimin was sucked in the moment their eyes met, made him feel things he had never felt before.
He wanted to know what else Jungkook could make him feel.
The doorbell rings and Jimin's heartbeat quickens. He quickly swaps his sweater for a plain t-shirt and looks down at himself. Skinny jeans are not bad for a study session, right? It was too late now, anyway.
He almost trips, rushing down the stairs and the rising excitement makes him breathless. Jimin yanks the door open and there he is. The devil isn't some red guy with horns and a tail, the devil can be beautiful, too.
Like Jeon Jungkook - who's on his doorstep in all his glory, dressed in black from head to toe, backpack slung on his shoulder. He stares at Jimin, bangs brushing his eyelashes. Jimin's face heats up in an instant though he has never reacted this strongly towards some friend before.
"Hello, Jimin-ssi. Are your parents home?" Jungkook’s voice is devoid of any emotion, expression stiff. Jimin's name touched his lips for the first time today.
"No. Come in, Jungkook-ah." He stepped aside smiling shyly, letting his friend enter before closing the door. Jimin's hyper aware of his body as Jungkook stands behind him as he curses something under his breath.
"Are they coming back soon?" Jimin turns to face Jungkook at the question and the other looks pained. Jimin frowns at that, wondering how that made the other boy uncomfortable.
"No. My father will be back in a few days. I don't know... when." Jimin must have lost his mind, blurting out facts like this when he swore to himself that he would shut the fuck up if the topic about parents ever came up. Jungkook's eyes continue to bore into his, contemplating.
"Alright, then. Where do we start?" He asks innocently and Jimin notices his eyes lingering on his cheek.
He feels his stomach sink. Can he see it? The swelling did reduce quite a bit though and he thoroughly covered it with makeup just so it wasn’t obvious.
Jimin guides Jungkook to his room and he tenses when the other stops at the doorway. He stands still near his bed, feeling exposed. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair and looks straight at him. "I really like your room."
"Thank you." Jimin bites his lip, trying to keep the smile off his face. Jungkook's gaze sweeps through his pastel room like a forest fire. And when his eyes settle on Jimin's bed, he swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing before speaking up.
"Now, get on the bed."
"W-What?" Jimin balks, though the words set Jimin on fire.
Jungkook casually walks towards the bed - towards Jimin - and flops himself down, leaning back on his palms. His long legs are spread wide, black denim hugging his muscular thighs in a way that leaves little to the imagination.
Jimin has to swallow down the saliva pooling in his mouth. It just hits him that he has a boy in his room. Forcing his gaze away from Jungkook's inviting lap, he looks away to at least pretend that he wasn’t thirsting already. Can Jungkook hear his thudding heart?
But two can play a game.
If his friend wanted to talk like that, Jimin can definitely accommodate. "Yeah. Let's do it on the bed. It's very comfortable."
Jungkook's gaze is all over him and Jimin feels it. The heat on his skin, the sexual tension between them, thick and weighing him down. It's strange that Jimin could get this excited from just his looks and words. He can’t be imagining all of this by himself.
Oh, well. Jimin grabs his books from the desk.
"Alright." He puts on a sweet smile, making his way over to his classmate. "It's also very strong."
Placing a knee beside Jungkook's thigh, Jimin shoves the books onto his chest. Jungkook scoots back, a strong arm wrapping around the books before he drops them beside them. He doesn't expect Jungkook to lean forward and wrap an arm around his waist to pull.
Jimin catches himself on the other’s shoulders with shaky hands. Heart frantic, breathing loud, body flushed and legs on either side of Jungkook's hips, he never wanted anything in his life as much as he wanted to kiss Jungkook right now.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Jimin-ssi?" Jungkook looks up at him, licking his lips. His hands twitch slightly and Jimin wonders how long he can keep this up. He wants Jungkook to take the mask off when he talks to him. He was thinking that if they were this playful already, Jungkook would drop his boundaries as well.
Of course, it was stupid to expect that. It was too soon but nothing was usual about the way they were both behaving around each other. And Jimin doesn’t want to come off as easy or desperate.
"I think that's my line. Are you like this with everyone you tutor?" Jungkook freezes and suddenly, Jimin doesn't want him to answer the question.
"You're the only living creature that I've had the pleasure to tutor and touch… like this." His eyes are stormy, smile loaded like a gun.
"I'm glad if that’s the case." The words slip out of Jimin's mouth. Jungkook's exhale feels shaky on his neck.
"You know, I don't want to attack you right now. You seem very innocent to endure something so brutal." Expressions now free, Jungkook’s face looks a lot more open as he relaxes.
Jimin giggles. Sure he might look innocent, but his thoughts about this particular classmate were anything but innocent.
"And math isn't brutal?" Jimin asks instead.
"Not even the slightest in comparison to me."
"I think I would still prefer you." It’s dangerous to accept someone he doesn’t know much about but Jimin is sure about this boy, the boy who looks like a bunny but his eyes held too many hunting stories.
Then, it's magic. Jungkook laughs. Like the real, loud, happy and from the bottom of your heart kind. His eyes crinkle at the corners and disappear into glossy half moons. His bunny teeth are visible and he looks so young. And beautiful.
That's when Jimin's heart slips a little closer to Jungkook’s. He’s sure what he said was not even funny but he got Jungkook laughing like that and that’s what mattered.
"When was the last time you laughed?" His smile was infectious, making Jimin’s cheeks rise along in company.
"I don't remember."
The smile slowly fades away.
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They manage to actually study for three hours straight and Jimin can feel his soul trying to leave his body from all the math.
"Jungkookie, enough... Ugh, I swear I won't forget this my entire life!" They have shifted to the floor a while ago after a few unsuccessful attempts at not ending in a compromising position.
Jimin lies down with his good cheek resting on the cool polished wood. Sometimes, he didn't mind that they couldn't afford a carpet.
"Are you sure you understood?" Jungkook looked really hot with round wire glasses, the frame taking most of his cheeks and he looked adorable as fuck at the same time.
"Yes. I’m telling you. I can rock math, okay? It’s just the gap year that pushed me back.” He pouts, tracing shapes on the floor.
“Wait. You’re older than me?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re my hyung ? But you’re so small!”
“Yah, what do you mean small, Jeon Jungkook! I was gonna let it go but now you have to call me hyung everytime.” Jungkook’s jaw drops, eyes still round in surprise. God, Jimin will squish that cute face one day.
“No.” The younger sniffs, looking away.
“ What? ”
“I don’t want to.”
“Don’t be a brat, Jungkookie. Give respect to your hyung—” Jungkook's phone rings in between their bickering and he excuses himself. Jimin sighs, goes through the notes while the younger comes back. Glasses still on, Jungkook pockets his phone as he sits down again.
”So, you can't see without those glasses?" Jimin points at them and Jungkook blushes slightly, quickly taking them off.
"No. No. Nothing like that. I don't need them, actually. They just help me concentrate better." He fiddles with them almost as if he's uncomfortable.
"You look hot with those." His eyes snap to Jimin's as fast as the older covers his mouth, panicked. What happened to his goddamn word filter?
"Oh. Really, now?" Jungkook rolls his bottom lip between his teeth and Jimin just wants to kiss him. He nods looking away, still embarrassed. Jungkook hands him the glasses then, unexpectedly.
"Will you try them?" Jimin looks at him incredulously, shifting onto his back. "What? No. I'll look more ugl—"
Jungkook presses a finger to his lips. He shifts, hovering over Jimin slightly, waiting.
"Put them on." It's a command. His voice is so deliciously dominating, Jimin doesn't hesitate to comply and slips them on quickly. His intense gaze makes Jimin's face hot so covers his face with both of his hands.
Jungkook pries them off gently, grip on Jimin's wrists firm and strong. "You look prettier."
Their faces are so close that Jimin can almost taste Jungkook’s lip gloss that he just noticed, can see the galaxies that are the boy’s eyes. If Jungkook had a jar of hearts, Jimin wants his name to be the only one in it.
"You think I'm pretty?" Jimin hopes he doesn’t sound as insecure as he feels.
Jungkook’s eyes are soft, though they take in every feature of Jimin’s with great intensity. "Oh, I think you're pretty and so much more, Jimin-ssi.”
"Then will you have me?" Jimin doesn’t know what came over him. He generally shrivels up into a ball at the thought of relationships and confessions but this time he really wants this.
Diving into this didn’t not seem like a logical decision but it felt right. He wanted Jungkook and it must be just his luck that Jungkook seems interested in him as well.
And Jimin was tired of not taking what he wanted. Jungkook felt like a magnet that pulled him closer the farther he tried to go so he just hoped that he did not misread his interest.
Jungkook pulls him into a sitting position and something in his eyes has changed. They're guarded.
Scared.
Excited .
“I wanted you to say that since the moment I saw you, Jimin-ssi.” Jungkook smiles and Jimin’s heart is beating so fast, he doesn’t even know what to say because he’s overcome with so much happiness. “I’ll take care of you.”
Then suddenly, Jungkook turns livid.
"Wait. Who did this to you?" Jaw tense and eyes blazing, Jungkook cups his cheek, finger gently grazing the covered up abused skin. Jimin is flooded with shame and there are tears threatening to fill his eyes.
This was it. Jungkook would leave now. Jimin’s throat lodges with a dry sob.
"No… no one." Jimin looks away, hoping that Jungkook will drop the topic. But there's a quick tug on his chin and he’s drowning in the younger’s eyes again, fingertips searing into his skin.
"Don't fucking lie to me, Jimin-ah. Makeup can’t hide things like this." Jungkook almost growls the words out and Jimin shudders lightly, enjoying it in a way that makes him question his own sanity. Fuck, this was not the time. Jungkook seems to catch that shiver and misunderstands, grip softening immediately.
"I'm sorry… for touching you like that.” Jungkook’s eyes are still hard, though he tries to lighten the mood. “Who do I have to kill for you?"
"You can't kill my father, Jungkook." Jimin is surprised at himself when a giggle escapes him. Great, now hysteria was next in store. As Jungkook looked at him, frozen, his eyes were like crushed stars, mesmerizing. A shuddering sweet breath leaves him, brushing over Jimin.
"Jimin-ssi, I'm not good for you. I'm... dangerous." Jungkook looks like he's tasting the word on his tongue. A corner of his lips lift.
"What makes you so dangerous?"
"What will you feel if you never saw your father again?" Jungkook’s words settle over him like frigid snow on a winter morning. But why does Jimin feel warm?
"Killing people is bad manners." Jimin smiles, playing along. "And? That's it?"
"I'm damaged, far too damaged."
Oh, Jungkook .
He had the chance to add ‘ like you. ’ Jungkook could have said that he was damaged just like Jimin was but he doesn’t. And that itself showed how better of a person Jungkook was.
"So am I, Jungkook-ah." Throat heavy, Jimin faces Jungkook’s gaze head on. If this is rejection, he will take it with peace.
But right then, Jungkook leans over and his lips drag across Jimin’s bruised cheek as if he understood what Jimin meant and strokes a warm palm on his jaw. Jungkook’s whisper gets tattooed on his skin, to stay forever.
"We should be proud… because only damaged people survive, Pretty Boy." Jimin almost misses the younger’s smile that curls into his skin. Almost. But the stretch of lips is ticklish against his skin and he curls a shoulder up, too cozy in Jungkook’s touch already.
Jimin already didn’t know much about himself in the first place then Jungkook comes along, calling him a survivor. It was something he didn’t know he had to hear until this moment and Jimin thinks it would be effortless to fall for this boy.