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Jikook AU twt thread

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Jimin has always been proud of the fact that he's Jungkook's favorite Hyung, loved how the younger's attention never strayed too far away from him ever since their debut.

That is until Jungkook suddenly starts spending much more time with everyone BUT him and it's definitely not like Jimin is jealous or something...
But maybe he does pout a little.

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"Jiminie..." Jungkook pleads. He's been trying to get the older's attention for well over five minutes but to no avail. The agile dancer keeps spinning, keeps jumping and whirling from left to right.

Just watching him makes Jungkook feel dizzy to the point of having to plop himself down on the ground, shaking his head like the most adorable confused pup.

When Jimin finally stops, he walks to the other side of the practice room where his smartphone is hooked up to a tiny, silver Bluetooth speaker which Jungkook quickly recognizes as his own.

It must be one of many which he had dumped on the older's desk whenever he stayed over and was either too distracted or simply didn't care enough to take his stuff back to his own room.

Most of the time, he simply forgets about it. He's got a million replacements by now anyway.

Finally, Jimin turns the music off but even when it's gone, Jungkook still feels the ghost of the heavy bass vibrate beneath his naked feet, felt it tickle up his spine, making him shudder and his toes curl.

Then again, it might just be Jimin's sharp, defence breaking gaze that causes his body to tingle.

"Jimin-ah… are you mad?" he tries again, still doing his best to be especially sweet, innocent doe eyes wide open, biting his lips.

Jungkook already knew the answer to his own question, it was obvious from the smaller's face. It always was. 
Jimin has this habit of not wearing his emotions on the tip of his tongue but all across his face instead.

Right now, for example, he's pouting so hard, his cheeks turn red, nose too.
Still, Jungkook tries not to react to those obvious signs, he knows Jimin doesn't like to be called out for something he can't control, no matter how much he tries to practice it out of his body.

"I'm not. Why would you think that?" Jimin finally replies, taking his sweet time. 

The silence his words left behind was deafening, louder than the blaring, echoing sounds from before.

Jungkook felt the painful urge to cover his ears with his hands to at least hear the comforting white noise of his own blood but resisted the urge by focusing on keeping his twitching hands pressed against his sides.

Instead, he watches Jimin's fingers glide across the mirror covering the wall as he slowly strides back to where Jungkook is, facing him only when they stand right in front of each other.

He's so close, Jungkook feels the phantom touch of Jimin's hair, feels it tickle his chin like it always does when he has Jimin sit in his lap at night, reading one of the books he loves so much while Jungkook himself was too focused on gaming to do anything but feel.

Those moments when he feels the familiar weight of the smaller's perfectly bendable body or how Jimin was melting against him with his head comfortably tucked under Jungkook's chin, soft hair tickling the younger's nose, making it scrunch up as he tries not to sneeze.

But no, that's not what's happening now.

Now, Jimin still stands at least a finger's width away from him, though he looks just as sweet as he looks up through his lashes, skin sticky with sweat after practicing for hours.

His watering eyes glisten under the artificial lights, and it makes Jungkook's throat feel chokingly tight.

"Think about it, Jungkookie. Why could I be mad, hm?"

What should Jungkook do?

"I don't know... Is it because I took that one unflattering picture picture of you...?"

Jungkook tries to scan his brain for any hints, he really does, but thinking turns out to be surprisingly hard when Park Jimin puckers his thick plush lips or tilts his head to the side.

His bangs that have grown way too long cover half of his eyes and the hair band that was supposed to hold the tiny ponytail on the back of his head in place is barely holding on, several strands have loosened already. It's cute how Jimin constantly blows them out of his face.

Jungkook wants to pull it, that adorable ponytail, wants to drag his fingers through it and playfully tease Jimin for bleaching and coloring it too much, for always leaving a rainbow trail on his pillows and sheets whenever they spend some time together. A constant reminder.

But that would be another one of his lies because he loves the puffiness of those blond, silver, pink, or blue locks. Loves how excited Jimin is whenever he gets to experiment and change up his style, all while giving Jungkook those bright smiles that turn his world upside down.

It's amazing to Jungkook how his hair still feels baby soft despite what it's been through in the past, perfectly silky whenever he sinks his nose into it to inhale his flowery scent. It's pure magic, fogging up his already messy, Jimin filled brain.

That's what friends do, right? It's perfectly normal to daydream like that and not suspicious at all. 
God, Jungkook curses under his breath. His hands feel sweaty and he knows he should stop thinking about this. About him.

He needs to keep it together, needs to stay in control of his thoughts, at least, even when he can't stop the stuttering beat of his heart or the fluttery feeling of his stomach that makes him nervously jog around hotel parking lots just to distract himself.
He can't let it show.

"Wait… What picture?" Jimin squeaks, eyes growing big and Jungkook realizes too late that, maybe, he should've kept his mouth shut. 

Whirling around, he takes off with Jimin hot on his heels who's yelling for him to hand over his phone or to delete the picture immediately.

But that's not an option, not for Jungkook at least, which is why he dashed down the hallway, past Taehyung who screeched from being almost ran over, while Yoongi didn't even look up from the lyrics he was writing, too used to the younger boy's crazy antics.

Jungkook jumped over their living room table despite Hoseok's horrified yells, rushed into his room and hastily threw his phone into a pile of clothes he planned to put in the wash. Then, he jumped on his bed, trying to look perfectly innocent when Jimin burst into the room.

The older's eyes dangerously zeroed in on him. He was breathing just as hard as Jungkook did.

"Where is it?" He huffed but the younger only shook his head, bit his lips, looking like the sweetest deer caught in the headlights.

Jimin jumped on top of him to feel him up at first before ending up tickling the younger when he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Jungkook-ah! Give it to me!" 

Huffing, Jungkook shook his head, gasped for air.  

"N-No, no...I don't have it, I swear!"

Of course, Jimin didn't believe him and only kept going until the raven haired boy grabbed his wrists hard to make him stop.

Jungkook....

Letting go of Jimin's wrists, Jungkook gave in to whatever torture his tiny Hyung had in mind but was still surprised to find it wasn't much of a punishment at all.

In fact, it was more like a warm wave washing over him, a hug in the dark.

Jimin clung to him like the most adorable koala he's ever seen with his legs wrapped tightly around Jungkook's middle, arm looping around Jungkook's neck, and nose pushed as far into the soft spot between the Maknae's shoulder and neck as he possibly could.

The warm puffs of Jimin's slowing breath tickled Jungkook's skin, made him squirm under the other's light weight, though he was careful not to make him fall as he did.

"Jiminie…?" He asked, unsure what to do when the latter stayed completely still, not saying a word.

Soon enough, he realized why that was.

Really… That unbelievable Hyung of his had fallen asleep on top of him, was snoring quietly even while his soft hair relentlessly tickled Jungkook's sensitive skin and ah… He smells good, Jungkook thought, getting sleepy as well.

Jimin must've used his shampoo again, despite the younger's constant complains about how much he despised it when Jimin used it up and didn't tell him about it until Jungkook found himself in the shower without any shampoo to use.

But maybe… If it means Jimin will always smell like him, he doesn't care that much about it.

It was the last thought crossing Jungkook's mind before he drifted towards the magical world of their dreams as well.

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When Jimin woke up in the middle of the night, it didn't take long for him to feel around the small space of the bed and realize Jungkook was gone. Of course he was.

These days, getting a hold of their youngest was close to impossible. Well, no, he bitterly corrected himself.
It wasn't hard for the other members, only for him.
Even the day before, Jimin had spent hours waiting for him in the practice room.

Jungkook had promised to be there in the morning but clearly forgot, leaving Jimin to practice my himself until late at night. Even when Jungkook finally appeared, wondering why Jimin wasn't in the best mood... He didn't remember.

With a drawn out sigh, Jimin got up and stretched his tired limbs. Then he manoeuvered his way through Jungkook's room, still looking for the boy's phone and whatever cursed picture he took. Even after all those years, it still surprised him how neat their youngest had become.

Smiling softly, he let his eyes wander over all the neatly placed gaming consoles, all the perfectly lined up, sorted comic books, the stack of freshly washed and perfectly folded clothes ready to be put away.

Seeing him like this was weird sometimes. Jimin still remembered scolding him the the past. Now, more often than not, it was Jungkook who teasingly scolded him for being too messy. Though, Jimin was well aware that it was only meant to be half serious most of the times.

He missed him, plain and simple, missed the boy who looked more like a puppy than human whenever he trailed after him, huge chocolate eyes following his every move.

In the past, Jimin thought Jungkook looked like a lost, terrified pet but now... He seemed more like a guardian angel to him.
No matter where he went, as long as Jungkook was there, Jimin felt safe.
It's probably why the current lack of contact hit him especially hard.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea lit up in his mind. Jimin pulled out his phone, dialed Jungkook's number and bingo. The familiar sound of Jimin's serendipity led him straight to the tiny pile of dirty clothes, the only messy part of the room.
He should've known it was there.

After entering their debut date, because of course that would be Jungkook's password, no matter how many times Jimin told him how unsafe it is, he went straight to the gallery.
Scrolling through all those pictures was more like a trip down memory lane.

Jungkook never failed to amaze him with his talent to find the most flattering angles, the perfect moments in a world that usually moved at such a rapid speed. Or maybe it only felt this way to Jimin.

Maybe, the world moved much slower in Jungkook's eyes and that's how he managed to find beauty in the smallest things, even when Jimin wasn't able to.
And ah, there it was.

Jimin grimaced as soon as he saw his own sleeping face, mouth wide open, face blotchy red from once again practicing too much. He remembered the day, remembered how exhausted he was and how his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he woke up to see Jungkook's grinning face.

Back then, he was too nervous to even think about why he could be so close but, of course, the brat had nothing but mischief on his mind. The whole gallery was filled with candid shots of Jimin, a million moments frozen in time, many less than flattering.

But, right now, Jimin couldn't bring himself to be mad as he swiped through them, couldn't even bring himself to delete the few he disliked the most.
Just looking at them hurt in a way that went far beyond the pain of slowly losing a simple friend.

Feeling much worse than before, Jimin let the phone fall back into the pile of clothes and left the room, unsure what to do next.
He did want to find Jungkook, wanted to see what keeps him so busy not only during the day but apparently also at night.

However, he didn't know where to look and even if he found him, what was he supposed to say?
Frustrated with himself, Jimin leaned against the cold wall, shook his head in defeat.

Asking Namjoon for advice was one option, if he was still awake, that is.
He could also look for him on the roof of the dorm where Jungkook often liked to daydream, or maybe the small recording studio Yoongi insisted on having despite them being supposed to rest at home.

Where should Jimin go?

(that's it for today 🤧 thanks for reading this mess I so randomly created 💜 in the meantime, I'll just leave this here)

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The roof… Jungkook didn't usually go there during this time of the day but then again, he didn't usually leave his room after midnight at all. Even if he doesn't sleep, he just sits here, playing games or reading the newest update of his favorite webcomic on his phone.

Maybe he really was there… Surely, taking a quick peek wouldn't hurt.
With newfound determination, Jimin walked upstairs, up the metal ladder leading to the outside where he was greeted with the strong, cold winds of a chilly autumn night.

He looked around quickly but couldn't see much in the dark of the night. It was hard to focus on anything other than how his whole body quivered as he felt his way forward, voice breaking every time he quietly called Jungkook's name.

It probably would've been much smarter if he had just called him properly from the beginning but Jimin was too worried about waking his Hyungs. Yoongi especially could be quite moody when what little sleep he allowed himself to get was cut short.

Just when Jimin was about to give up and accept that the younger wasn't here, the sweet jingle of a very familiar laugh reached his ears.

Jungkook! He'd recognize his crystal clear, soothing voice from a million miles away!

Crawling closer, he squinted his eyes, tried his best to break through the dark and see Jungkook's guiding light, the glowing warmth he craved so much. Finally, his fingertips found the edge of the roof where he once again froze when another voice mixed with the younger's.

It must be Namjoon, Jimin was sure of it.

Out of nowhere, a heavy feeling weighed down on his tight chest, making it so hard to breathe, to catch his breath when he so desperately needed to.

So that's where Jungkook was all night… he stayed with Joonie Hyung.

It really shouldn't hit Jimin as hard as it did. After all, he always knew about the admiration their youngest felt towards Joon. It's been more than obvious from the way Jungkook stared at him these days, sparkling doe eyes and all. 

It's exactly how he used to look at Jimin.

Before he could even grasp the emotional whirlwind raging inside his heart, Jimin already felt those cursed, burning hot tears slip down his cheeks, all while he continued to lean further over the edge of the roof, nothing but a free fall beneath him.

Still, he needed to see them, needed proof that it really was his favorite Maknae and leader who took a walk around the building, who chuckled and whispered to each other in the dark of the night.

I'm so stupid, Jimin thought, not realizing that he started to lose what little balance he had left, not when he finally got to see Jungkook's dark silhouette. If he just leaned he bit further, he might be able to find the bright smile that never failed to make him feel better.

He needed it, needed it so bad it hurt. He couldn't help but wonder if it was the cutting glass shards of his broken heart that left him in so much pain.

"I should've just told him…" he whispered to himself, choking on every single word. "I should've told him that I…"

Next thing he knew, Jimin felt himself fall, deeper, faster, until the cold air seemed to almost cut into his almost frozen skin.

There was a scream, someone frantically called his name and then…

Mind numbing silence.

"...min...Ji...n"

Ah… What is this? Is someone calling him?

The words seemed unrecognizable to Jimin's ears but he did feel the comforting warmth of a familiar hand that held his own, a shudder ran down his spine as distorted screeches turned into sobs and cries, soft words.

"Jimin… I'm sorry, so sorry…" he heard Jungkook whisper, a sound that instantly made it easier for him to breathe. As long as his Jungkookie was here, everything would be okay.

When Jimin tried to open his eyes, it felt like his lashes were stuck to his skin, his whole body was thrumming with pain, causing him to groan and Jungkook to gasp by his side.

"Hyung! You're awake!"

Upon hearing Jungkook's frantic yells, a few nurses came rushing into the room. They gave Jimin something against the pain, helped him sit up, but when the dancer finally managed to let his eyes flutter open, he almost burst into tears right then and there.

The world around him was bright, too bright, it felt like the sun was burning the eyes right out of his skull. Not only that but the world around him also went in and out of focus to the point where he felt so sick, he threw up with Jungkook's comforting hands rubbing his back.

His panicked and shaking voice was the sweetest Melody filling Jimin's ears.
"It's okay, Jiminie Hyung… You'll be okay, I'm here. I'm so sorry…"

"Why are you sorry?" Jimin asked later when he finally felt a bit better. The question alone seemed to make Jungkook freeze, made him sit up straight and avoid Jimin's imploring gaze.

"The doctor said you have a high fever which is probably why you felt so dizzy and fell from the roof. The thing is, I knew you're sick… I noticed it when you fell asleep in my bed and I touched your cheeks. They felt hot. But still, I left you alone when I shouldn't have…"

"Jungkookie… you're not my babysitter. It's not your fault that I fell."

"No but if I was there, I would've made sure you stay in bed. I just didn't think you would wake up in the middle of the night."

The urge to ask where he went and what he was doing was almost unbearable but Jimin bit his tongue, kept his mouth shut.

He'd find out soon that he was incredibly lucky. The huge umbrella that was supposed to shield the tables and chairs that stood outside from the autumn rain had stopped his fall and left him with only a twisted ankle and minor concussion.

Only two days later, he was released from the hospital and it was Jungkook, in fact, who picked him up to take him home. He was even driving the car, something they rarely got to do while being in Seoul where they usually had a driver to take them wherever they wanted to go.

It's really a shame, Jimin thought as he glanced at Jungkook's side profile, looked at the way he frowned from focusing hard on the street in front of them.

It's a shame because Jungkook looked really good like that, more mature in a way that made Jimin's cheeks feel hot.

Back at home, the younger wouldn't leave his side, not once. He even carried Jimin's bags while still opening every single door for him, no matter how difficult it turned out to be.

All of it was a painful reminder of why Jimin loved him so much. It was the sweetness, the gentleness, the playful teasing that was always followed by some kind of compliment to make sure Jimin knew it was just a joke and how loved he was.

Thoughts like this was what made Jimin stop in front of his room, made him turn around to look Jungkook right in the eyes, voice surprisingly firm.

"Jungkook-ah… am I not your favorite Hyung anymore? You can be honest with me, you know. I can take it, I promise."

That's what he said but Jimin still felt his heart sink when Jungkook averted his gaze, when he bit his lips, kicked his feet. 

"I never saw you as my favorite Hyung to begin with…"

Ah, Jimin thought as he forced a brave smile. So that's how it is, it's always been only him. No wonder Jungkook wasn't giving him as much attention these days, having to deal with his Hyung's clinginess must've been uncomfortable.

"I see. Don't worry, I won't bother y-"

Before he could finish the sentence, Jungkook suddenly let go of the bags and kneeled in front of him. He grabbed one of Jimin's tiny hands with both of his, squeezing gently as a shy sheen of red crept across his tan cheeks.

"The truth is, you have always been more than just a Hyung to me. You're my sun during the day, my favorite star during the night. You're my sweetest dream just like the thought of leaving you is my worst nightmare. It's always been you, the universe surrounding my Earth."

Blinking slowly, Jimin tilted his head to the side, scrunched his nose while his brain tried very hard to catch up.

"Uh...huh…?"

Jungkook froze, cheeks growing redder with every second that passed and he was still kneeling awkwardly, hands growing sweaty around Jimin's.

"Ah… Was it too much?! I asked Joonie Hyung to help me write my confession and I told him to make it subtle but… You know…"

When Jimin didn't react but only continued to stare in confusion, Jungkook got up, took whatever bravery he had left and yelled as loud as he could.

"I love you! I don't want you to just be my favorite Hyung but my favorite boyfriend!"

Jimin...

(this is the last poll, tomorrow's update will be the end 💜)

Jimin didn't let Jungkook catch his breath. In a matter of seconds, he had his arms wrapped around his neck, pulled him close, lips meeting in a whirlwind kiss.

He felt Jungkook's hands on his back, smoothing up and down before lifting Jimin from the ground, letting his legs loop around his waist, holding on tight.

They spinned in circles, feeling breathless, feeling dizzy until Jimin pushed the door to Jungkook's room open without much of the usual grace he was so famous for.

The maknae got the hint. He carried Jimin to his bed, dropping him gently, careful to not put any pressure on the dancer's still healing ankle. Only then did he pull away, disconnecting their hungry lips in the process and leaving Jimin whining, breathing heavy.

"What is this?" Jimin suddenly asked, noticing the red paper littered all over the bed, rustling with every move he made.

"Right… About that..." 

The embarrassment was written all over the younger boy's face. He actually ducked his head, covered his face with his hands before replying so quietly, Jimin had to sit up and really listen closely in order to understand.

"Things have been so stressful these days...I swear, I planned to decorate the room with red rose petals but then you had to stay in the hospital and I just… I used red candy wrappers instead… sorry."

Ah, this is the Jungkookie he fell in love with. A big dork with crazy ideas, big puppy eyes, and a cuteness about him that made Jimin want to smother him with hugs, to always keep him close.

Right now, however, he just kissed him more, pulled him back on the bed until Jungkook was hovering over him, eyes looking glassy, panting from the way Jimin refused to give him a moment to breathe.

"So… do you like me too?" He whispered against Jimin's sugar plum lips, making him laugh.

"Well, what do you think, Jeon Jungkook?" 

Jimin sighed, shaking his head at how ridiculous the situation was.

This whole time, he had been worried out of his mind and for what? For Jungkook to confess his love in the end? 

If they had just talked earlier, all of his worries could've been wiped away.

He'll learn from this, hopefully, but not tonight. 
No, for now Jimin wants to celebrate to be back home, be with him, his Jungkookie.

Weeks later, they would find each other in the same bed, same position.

But this time he asks for kisses, begs to be touched, to be loved. He knows he will savor those sweet memories for the rest of his life. This feeling of becoming one when Jungkook's cock fills him up like the puzzle piece he hadn't known was missing before.

When the sun starts to rise and the birds begin to sing their beautiful morning song, Jungkook's arms wrap around him in a protective embrace, his breath fans across Jimin's ear, making him squirm until he hears him whisper.

"Happy Valentine's day, my favorite Hyung"

~ The End ~

(okay this is it. I'm so incredibly sorry, this was so random 😭 but I hope you guys could enjoy this a little nonetheless 💜 maybe it at least managed to make some of you smile)