#it has years i updated this on ao3......im sry my computer is broken so its hard to update here

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Let The Walls Break Down | 4

CHAPTER IV: Closer | crossposted on ao3 Summary: Resistance never really was their forté. A/N: all i have to say is: i'm sorry i have a lot of reasons to why i took so long to update (i was writing lost stars and another oneshot i didn't post yet) but it still doesn't justify, so for those who were waiting for it, i'm truly sorry and i hope you're still here sdjdkfj anyway i hope you enjoy and i promise i will do my best to not let that happen again

It wasn’t the way Jimin's body was moving under the blinding white lights of the dance studio. It wasn’t the way his sleeveless shirt was sticking to his solid muscles, the wetness of the fabric turning it see-through. No. It wasn’t how he rolled his hips like it was liquid, his thick thighs keeping the pace while his upper body flowed just as the lightest leaf. No, it wasn’t. It fucking wasn’t. It was the sleepiness spur of midnight, his mind too dizzy, too sore from the nonstop practice to be thinking straight. “Jungkook.” Namjoom bumped shoulders with him. “You're standing in the way... If you're tired go sit over there and relax a little, okay? We'll be going home in half an hour anyway.” He numbly nodded thinking maybe he really needed to take a rest. His line of thought was getting a little bit out of control, too much for his dismay. He sat on the corner of the room, away from everyone, a bottle of water in hands and a heart beating on his throat. He drowned it in water, shoving the beats down within each gulp. The hot sweat accumulated on his forehead and arms had already turned cold thanks to the air conditioner – Jungkook attributed to this the fault for his shivers. The room was filled with a loud beat that wasn’t their music anymore since some minutes ago. Almost everyone was seating or laying down trying to catch their breaths – except for Jimin and Hoseok, still up, all the energy from the world spilling from them. It almost didn’t seem like they had just spent the whole day dancing and trying to get their new choreography right. Hoseok was doing the most, randomly dancing to the foreign song blasting out of the speakers, moving his body everywhere, in a lame and forced attempt of sexiness due to the vibe of the song, which was, yeah, now that Jungkook realized, pretty sexual. Jimin was bending his body forward, too much laughing stopping him from standing straight. The sound of his laugh was filling the room, almost overlapping the song, and providing that so usual joy to Jungkook’s chest everytime the sound reached his ears. Hoseok stopped moving, hands on his waist and the brightest smile on his face – but still sweating and panting, obviously tired. He pointed with his chin to where Jimin was standing catching his breath and trying to stop laughing with a hand on his tummy, as if saying 'your turn'. Jungkook could only gulp, because Jimin sexily dancing to a slightly too explicit song was definitely not what he needed in that moment. No one was actually giving them too much of attention so Jungkook thought it would be weird if he was caught intensely staring. He busied himself pulling out the plastic label of the water's bottle on his hands, and heard Jimin's voice over the music. “Aish, hyung, no, no.” He was laughing and giggling all cutely – that way it made everyone’s heart melt. “Come oonnn, Jiminie! Show me those sexy skills you got, dance for hyung!” Jungkook put the bottle aside – the plastic around it now partially hanging off – and searched for his phone on his bag. His father had called him. He should call him back. Yeah, he probably should. In fact, he should call him back in that exact moment. “Aish, okay.” Jimin's little mumble didn’t go unnoticed by the maknae’s ears. Jungkook stood up, hurrying to leave the room so he could find a silent place to talk with his father, but somewhere along the way his body stopped moving, his own eyes betraying him and shooting a glance at Jimin. He was obviously fooling around, but that alone was enough for Jungkook's palms to get extra sweaty and tingly, because what the fuck? He was rolling his hips all the way, more for Hoseok's loud squeaky laughs along with the intense clapping of his hands than anything. Jimin kept pulling out faces that were kinda funny and destroyed the mood, but Jungkook was totally ignoring it, focusing on his body alone, because that was far than enough. Some point along the way, the beat seemed to really start enveloping Jimin's skin, because he was suddenly too serious, body moves too sharp and controlled – too letal, much for Jungkook's despair. His breath hitched when he looked up his face and their gazes met. Was he fucking dancing for him? No way. But Jimin didn’t break eye contact, eyelids partially falling closed in that way he knew it was too fucking tempting. He took his hands to the back of his neck as he tauntingly threw his head backwards, rolling it to the side until it was back staring at Jungkook's eyes, gaze piercing through him. Jungkook thought that was already too much when Jimin suddenly dropped his upper body down, thighs tensing for a second, before he was back up again, arms and hips hitting the beats too pointedly, too perfectly for a improvisation. Jungkook was barely breathing. Hoseok was the one who stole Jimin’s attention, body starting to move with the music again. They got serious about it and Jungkook didn’t know what to do. He should leave. He didn’t know what just happened, but he needed to leave for sure. It was when the music suddenly ended and the place was plunged in silence, heavy breaths being the only thing responsible for filling it. Jungkook held his phone on his hands harder and glanced over at the two men in the middle of the room one last time. It was just curiosity. Hoseok was smiling as always, but Jimin was looking directly at him, the slight hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He lifted his head up a bit, hands resting on his hips as he teasingly smiled. “Like what you see?” Jungkook's heart fastened its pace so violently and in such a short period of time his vision blurred. Hoseok's turned his head to him, still smiling innocently and probably completely oblivious to what was happening there. “I... You–“ he weirdly muttered, cheeks blushing and voice failing, “You were cool.” He gulped changing his focus to Hoseok so he wouldn’t feel on the verge of exploding. “The dance. It was cool.” Hoseok smiled more widely than before and Jungkook almost felt guilty – his eyes didn’t focus on him even once. “Anyway, ahm... I gotta... call my father, so, mhm, yeah.” He left the room without having the guts to meet Jimin's eyes again.

•••

Jimin knew more ways to have a crush than to actually deal with one. He had always been the person to fall for the small things. He was a hopeless lover, he could do nothing about it. He was in love with many things – Namjoon's dimples, Taehyung's eyes, Hoseok's smile, Seokjin's laugh, Yoongi's little nose –, not to mention other things unrelated to his members. But Jungkook... It was fucking crazy, to begin with. Jungkook was his dongsaeng, Jimin had always believed his love for him was old-brotherly – and the fucked up thing was, it really was old-brotherly, it really used to be, but... But what? He didn’t know and it was driving him crazy, because that shitty feeling had already caused problems enough, for god's sake. It was past the time for him to get his shit together and simply get over it, but it always seemed like there was something holding him back every damn time he decided to let go. Maybe it was his wishful mind making things up to delay his heartbreak, but Jimin always noticed – or he think he noticed – the sublte (sometimes not so sublte) glances Jungkook directed at him, the way he cleaned his hands on the back of his pants every time Jimin approached him – or even, how one night his eyes clearly landed on Jimin's lips, seeming to drift away from the conversation for a second or two. Jimin knew all of this could mean many things, none of them being what he wanted – he could have had a strand of hair sticking on his lips, maybe. He knew it all, but his mind kept creating nonexistent things to fill his need for correspondent love. Yeah, it was love and fuck that. He knew it, because different from with the other members, Jimin was in love with every single thing about Jeon Jungkook. His flaws. He was in love with his flaws, for fuck's sake. He wasn’t in love with anyone's flaws – not even Taehyung’s, not even his owns. He sighed loudly, his head falling from the couch while he watched a shitty anime on tv. “Your neck will hurt later if you keep doing this.” Hoseok warned walking past him. “I don’t care.” “Aish, stop being a brat and straighten your back.” He slapped Jimin's legs. “I'm the one you look for later with puppy eyes asking for massages.” Jimin grinned. “You can’t say no to my puppy eyes.” “I'll start to learn to, you cocky asshole.” He smiled back and Jimin straightened his back, returning his attention to the television, until Seokjin parked in front of it, hands on waist and looking pretty pissed. He sat straight on the couch to listen the scold he knew it was to come. “What did I say about the bathroom, Park Jimin?!” Jimin lowered his eyes, little guilty remembering him his forgotten duty, “For god's sake! I told you, bathroom is yours and Jungkook's responsability, didn’t I? It's not because we have a cleaning lady coming every week we need to leave the house this disgusting mess for her to do all the work!” “I'm sorry, hyung...” he sincerely apologized. “I don’t want apologies, I want you and Jeon Jungkook cleaning that bathroom until it's shining! Now!” Jin turned off the television and pointed for Jimin to leave with his finger. And he left, head down and feeling slightly embarrassed. He did nothing all morning, he could have quickly cleaned the bathroom, but he kept procrastinating until he forgot it. Jungkook was already there, sitting down, a sponge in hands rubbing the tiles of the wall. He heard Jimin's footsteps and looked back, smiling understandingly. Jimin shifted his gaze away, because his smile did funny things to his stomach. “Jin-hyung can be pretty serious when he wants to, right?” Jungkook started, returning his attention to his duty. “Yeah... What were you doing when he appeared?” Jimin took a sponge for himself to clean the sink. “Playing fallout. He was pretty pissed.” Jungkook giggled. “Oh, and toilet's yours.” “Jungkookie!” Jimin whined, turning his head to look at him in deblief. “No!” “You should've been faster to call dibs.” Jungkook laughed. “I hate dibs.” He pouted. “And I hate you.” “Ahhh, don’t be like that...” Jungkook teased, a smile sounding on his voice, “You know I'm your favorite dongsaeng.” “You're my only dongsaeng.” “Shhh...” Jimin laughed. He really hated him. “You're a brat, Jeon Jungkook.” “Hyung loves me anyway...” He singsonged. Jimin shook his head laughing. A brat. He was in love with a brat. Unbelievable. Time went by and silence dominated the place as they kept rubbing and cleaning. Jimin was already feeling bored and his fingers were starting to get wrinkled from the water, when, with no previous warning, a cold hand was placed on the inner part of his warm – bare – thigh, making him shudder, caging his breath inside his lungs. He looked down – a gulp in his throat – just to find a pair of innocent eyes staring back at him – completely unaware of the effect his touch had on Jimin's body. “Hyung, can you pass me the disinfectant?” But his hands remained there, and Jimin suddenly didn’t know how to speak. “Oh, it's so warm here.” Jungkook closed his eyes, taking his other hand to rest on the back of Jimin's knees. “Jungkook–“ Jimin gasped, because, one: his hands were pretty cold, and well, the other reason he was trying to ignore. “My hands are cold, hyung.” He frowned whining. “Yeah, I know that.” “Oh.” The younger snapped his eyes open, taking his hands off Jimin's skin, “Sorry.” Jimin swallowed the tip of disappointment that surged on his gut. “Sure. Disinfectant, right?” He reached for the bottle on his right. “Here.” “Thanks.” And there was the silence again. But this time it was awkward. Jimin finished with the sink and took a deep breath, knowing the toilet was next. Disgusting. He crouched down by Jungkook's side, who was almost finished with the bottom tiles, and plunged the sponge into the foam bucket. Jungkook grabbeb his wrist before he could take it out. “Oh, no, hyung, I was joking. I'll take the toilet.” “No, it's o–“ “Hyung.” Jimin was trying to avoid eye contact, but Jungkook was searching for his eyes so he gave in, “It's okay.” When did his eyes become so warm? Jimin sighed, shifting his gaze away. His heart was racing stupidly. “Okay.” He murmured, pulling his hand out of the bucket and his wrist out of Jungkook’s hold. It was silent for a second until Jungkook leaned in closer, startling Jimin. He turned to face him, eyes slightly wide and a question hanging on his lips. What are you doing? Jungkook's eyes were glued to his jawline and as Jimin's breath got increasingly shorter, Jungkook brought his hand to the side of the older's neck. “You...” he murmured while brushing his thumb over it. “There's soap on your neck.” Jimin felt the cold foam spreading on his skin until Jungkook completely wiped it. “T-thanks.” He managed out, wondering why Jungkook was still with his hand on his neck. Their eyes met and Jimin fisted the fabric of his shorts a little, the distance between their faces being the only thing he was thinking about. “Hyung, I–“ “Are you two going to take the whole day to finish this or what?!” Seokjin's loud voice was heard from the hall. Jimin jumped on his feet so fast he almost slipped on the partially soapy floor. His heart was thunder on his chest, the welcomed air on his lungs showing he was unconsciously holding back his breath for god knows how long. Jin appeared by the doorframe while Jimin was still trying to figure out how to act. But, thank god, he didn’t give a shit to them, just inspectioned their job with a nod. “Okay, that's fine, just finish the tiles and the floor, so you can come eatn. Lunch's already ready.” “And the toilet?” Jimin heard Jungkook asking. How was he so calm? “Nah, it's okay. Just throw disinfectant in it and press the flush. Be quick, we're waiting for you to eat.” He was gone just as fast as he came, leaving the two of them alone to deal with the weird atmosphere that settled in there – which they didn’t, just tried finishing their duties as fast as possible, so they could go away from each other and pretend nothing unusual happened at all. Just another ordinary day.

•••

It was under the soft fabric of his blankets, air beginning to get stuffy and thick from too little oxygen to breath inside his made up shelter, that Jungkook had his first anxiety attack after a long time. His mind was dizzy, and he was miserably failing at the only function he needed to focus on in that moment: breath. Exhale and inhale. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it, and his throat was closing and he was panicking. He pushed the duvet off his head and even when the cool air of the room hit his face – he still couldn’t breath it in. He wanted to cry, but the tears were stuck, making his nose tingle and then burn, until he had no other option apart from laying on bed and waiting either for death or for his mind to pass out. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the soft sheets around his body, on how the sensation on his skin was refreshing, and on how the hum of the air conditioner was far more welcoming than the idle buzz inside his ears. Eventually, oxygen naturally invaded his lungs without warning, so smoothly he was scared to stop doing it again if he got too focused on it. So he just redirected his attention to the cozy sound of the ac filling the room. He was alone, Namjoon wasn’t there. No one was in the house, in fact. He was alone. But it was okay. He was going to be okay. His grandmother once told him if he kept repeating a lie for too many times, it'd might turn true. In the time, it had been a warning to stop him from lying little lies, but now it was just an encouragement for him to get through difficult times. It's okay. You’re going to be okay.

He woke up to the blinding light of early morning invading the windows. His eyes were blurry and gross, so he rubbed it to see better, the sleepy state of his mind confusing him about where exactly he was. When Namjoon's silhouette took in his sight on the other bed, he let his head fall back on the pillow. He was feeling drained and he had barely woken up. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, so he took it in his hands. Full of useless notifications. Except from one. He clicked on it, a lazy smile settling on his lips for the next five minutes as he stared at Jimin's latest selfie on twitter. He was so gorgeous. Jungkook sighed, a tiny hint of exasperation hidden in the way he closed his eyes and licked his mouth. Why him of all people? He was always so sure he liked girls, why was that happening to him? It was so frustrating. As his thoughts floated on his mind, memories of the last night flashed quickly before his eyes before he blew them away. He didn’t want to remember. It was so embarrassing – even more considering it had almost a year he didn’t have a crisis like that. Stupid. All due to a sexually frustrated crush. Because that's what it was, in the worst of cases. A sexually frustrated crush. It couldn’t be any more than that. He wasn’t going to let it be. Jungkook knew it was okay, and even normal. He knew it all – he and Jimin talked, he had read things and had even heard Namjoon talking about it one day. It was okay for people from the same sex to love each other. It was normal. But for other people. Not for him. For him, loving Jimin was his mother's disappointed eyes, his father's harsh words, his grandpa's disgusted face and his grandma's promises of praying for the lord to save him. It was his fans heartbreak, his members dream being shoved into a trashcan. All of that and more. He couldn’t risk it. Jungkook was still laying in bed when the door softly opened some minutes later – one arm resting above his eyes to block the sunlight and the other on his stomach, which instantly reacted the moment he saw Jimin's sleepy face by the door. Jimin peaked inside the bedroom and assumed everyone was still sleeping, because he was about to close the door when Jungkook's hoarse voice resounded in the place. “Hyung.” Jimin put his head back in again, wondering if he was hearing things. Jungkook still seemed asleep. “Hyung.” He called again, voice scratching his dry throat. He had a bad morning taste in his mouth, so he completely regretted calling Jimin the second he started walking till him. Now he was going to smell Jungkook's terrible breath and would be disgusted by him. The smaller boy crouched by his side and Jungkook's futile worries were completely washed away. Jimin's hand went to his hair, and it felt almost as refreshing as cold water soaking his scalp during a shower after an unbearable hot day. Jungkook allowed himself to relax, closing his eyes for a moment too long to drown in Jimin's touch. “I thought you were sleeping.” Jimin's low whisper forced him to lazily open his eyes. His face was such a wonderful thing to see first in the day. “I came to see if anyone was awake, so I could do breakfast for more than one person only.” Jungkook slowly nodded, partially stunned by the sight before him, eyes dazed like it was a dream. He was so beautiful. “You're still sleeping, it seems.” He wasn’t. He was so fully awake. Jimin giggled and Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to hear it one more time. “Hyung...” he called again, even though Jimin was right in front of him. “What is it?” the older rested his chin on the border of the bed, staring at Jungkook’s eyes just a few inches from his, hand's still on the younger’s hair, caressing it softly and sweetly. Jungkook's throat closed and he was scared to break in front of Jimin. He wanted to take his hands on his, kiss his knucles and ask him to lay by his side. He wanted to intertwine their fingers and ask him to sing him to sleep. He wanted to, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t and it fucking hurt. “I–“ he started, voice choked. But Jimin was mistaking his sadness with sleepiness. He didn’t know if that relieved or depressed him. “Can we... Can we spend some time together today?” Jimin's brows briefly furrowed, lips falling open in a silent coo, unaware of the situation he was in. “Of course we can. But why all of a sudden, though?” “I'm... I’m homesick.” Jungkook lied, watching the expression in Jimin's eyes change. “Are you okay?” he slid his hand down to caress Jungkook’s temple with his thumb, worry hanging from his words. Jungkook closed his eyes again, fighting the urge to cry. “Yeah, just...” he slid his eyelids up, “Stay with me today.” Jimin smiled and, for a moment, it was like there was no evil in the world. “Of course I will.” Jungkook nodded, a weak 'okay' escaping his lips. Jimin turned around, still crouched down, and then looked at him over his shoulders. “Come on. Hop up.” Jungkook didn’t fight when a sweet smile bloomed on his lips. “What?” he asked, sadness being replaced for a fluttering heart. “Hop up. I'll carry the sleepy baby to the kitchen. We need to be together today, right?” Jimin giggled and Jungkook was far more than pleased, “Come on.” “Can you even handle my weight?” he teased. Jimin placed a hand on his chest, mouth hanging open in a dramatic offended expression while looking at Jungkook with fake disbelief. He got up on his feet. “Oh brat, you'll swallow those words up.” He wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s back and picked him up. “Hyung!” Jungkook ridiculously squeaked in surprise, heart beating like crazy, scared to fall in the ground but already falling – in a completely different context. “Hyung, put me down!” he complained even though his arms were already around Jimin's neck. Jimin just adjusted the younger's body better on his arms and smiled. “Enjoy the ride, bride.” Jungkook pinched his shoulder, but buried his face in the crook of his neck anyway. He closed his eyes and resisted with all the strength of his body to not place gentle kisses all over it. He failed, giving in to the will one time only, his lips sticking to Jimin's skin like honey – lasting one moment too long and one moment too short. Neither of them uttered a word about it – the butterflies in their stomachs speaking a lot more than necessary, but never reaching each other’s ears.

•••

By spending time with each other, Jungkook didn’t mean losing the entire afternoon on a practice room working on a choreography a little bit too intense to catch on, but he guessed that was what life had for him. They remained there though, after everyone left, Jimin saying he wanted to train his vocals and Jungkook just following him around everywhere and agreeing with everything he wanted to do. That definitely wasn’t what he had planned on his head when he asked Jimin to be with him that day, but to be completely honest, he was far more love struck than he ever thought he would be. And it was okay, because it wasn’t romantically speaking (or so he told himself). It was a too-stunned-and-too-admired-to-form-a-word type of love struck. His eyes were glued on Jimin's focused features, unable to swerve away even for a second. Because Jimin was singing. Acapella. And it was simultaneously the most beautiful thing Jungkook had ever seen and heard his entire life. Jimin had his eyelids tightly pressed against his lower eyelashes, getting his brows to slightly furrow as he hit a high note that bristled Jungkook's nape hair. It was when he opened his eyes that Jungkook realized he was holding back his breath. He slowly sucked in a good amount of oxygen to his lungs, feeling refreshed but still in trance. He watched as Jimin took his hand to the back of his neck and pressed the muscle – probably sore from too much exercise –, a slight hint of pain hidden in the way he pressed his lips together and failed to sing the next note. The melody stopped flowing out of his mouth to be replaced for a little whine and a frown on his face. “God, it hurts.” Jungkook almost instantly double tapped the ground in front of him. “C'mere.” His muscles were just as sore, but he'd do anything to erase that expression of pain from Jimin's face. “Let me massage it for you.” His hyung crawled till him without resistance, accepting Jungkook’s offer with pleasure. He settled his body between Jungkook's legs, his back to the younger's chest, and lowered his head, waiting for Jungkook's hands to do the job. Jimin was wearing a tank top, so Jungkook had to deeply breath before his fingertips met the skin of Jimin's nape. He pressured the sore spots with just the right amount of force, completely cupping the neck with both hands to make it feel better for Jimin. He slided his hands to the smaller boy's shoulders, pressuring the muscles with his palm and thumb, Jimin's tiny moans reassuring him he was doing right. “Mhmmm...” Jimin let out and Jungkook was forced to close his eyes in order to maintain his self control. He continued to squeeze Jimin's shoulders and neck with eyes closed, trying not to focus on the little whimpers coming out of the older's lips, pretending to not notice the droplets of sweat forming on his own nape. He was doing fine, until Jimin roughly grabbed his thighs with both hands and loudly moaned, Jungkook's breath hitching. “Oh, right there, Jungkookie, right the– God, yes...” Jungkook stopped moving to breath, Jimin's palms still pressed down on top of his painful thigh muscles. He closed and opened his eyes a few times before bringing his fingers to move again, Jimin's warm skin feeling so soft against his touch. He had such a nice skin. In that moment it was creamy and a little bit shiny from sweat but Jungkook didn’t care. He straightened his back – increasing the height between them even while sitting –, and somehow it made him feel a little confident, to see a small Jimin melting under his touch. “Mmm– God, this feels so good–” It was in a dizzy spur of lust and desire that Jungkook leaned in closer, placing an open mouthed kiss on the back of Jimin's neck. He slightly sucked it, his stomach twirling and his heart thundering, loving to hear the way Jimin gasped midway his sentence and held on Jungkook’s thigh so hard he dugged his nails on the flesh. Jungkook didn’t care, intoxicated by the feeling. He slided his hands to Jimin's biceps and kept massaging it, mouth travelling to the skin behind Jimin's ear. He tasted like after training salty sweat and Jungkook was addicted. He swiped his tongue over Jimin's ear lobe, catching it on his lips a second later, hearing the older loudly sucking the air through his mouth, hands clutching so tight on Jungkook’s leg it made him whimper, voice vibrating against Jimin's skin. Jungkook didn’t know what had got into him, but he decided he didn’t want to take the time to find out, tracing a path of kisses on Jimin's neck instead, hands pressuring his muscles roughly now – both stimulus seeming to be too much for the boy to take it, having turn into a moaning mess already. “Mmmm... Jungkook-ah...” Jungkook clutched Jimin's arms hard, the sound of his voice crying his name making his cock twitch and his heart burst. His eyes were tightly closed as he tried to easy his unsteady breath – hotly hitting on Jimin's now wet skin and making him shiver. The pause in the moment made Jungkook hesitate, fear menacing to invade his empty mind – but it only needed for Jimin to drag his hands up his thighs for him to be back at it again. He brought his right hand up Jimin's shoulder, fingers sliding beneath the fabric of his shirt and swiping it down, exposing this shoulder. There was something so sexual about that sight that Jungkook couldn’t repress the needy moan escaping his mouth in response. His lips found Jimin's shoulder at the same time his arms found his waist, pulling him closer, the end of his back clashing against Jungkook’s cock and causing the friction he was so much earning for. Jungkook tightened his thighs by the sides of Jimin's body in instinct, wanting the contact to be bigger. It was when Jimin pulled away and Jungkook almost instantly felt terror settling inside him. But just as fast as he was gone he was back, straddling Jungkook's body with both his thighs and sitting on his lap, Jungkook's mind going instantly blank, a groan escaping both their lips. He held on Jimin's waist and pressed him down, their erections briefly touching, too many clothes between them. Jimin harshly placed his elbows on the wall behind them by both sides of Jungkook’s head, their faces so close he could feel their noses brushing. He was panting, hot breath invading Jungkook's mouth, and a look on his eyes that made him gulp in antecipation, heart beating too fast for his own good. “I swear to god...” Jimin started low, voice hoarse and iris so dark Jungkook swore they were black, “You're going to be the fucking death of me.” Jungkook closed his eyes, ready to feel the most perfect pair of lips against his mouth, – but instead he felt a trace of cold air spreading on his skin where the missing warmth of Jimin’s body was a second before, his weight leaving his lap in a heartbeat. He snapped his eyes open in confusion just to find a nervous Jimin fixing his shirt and signalling for him to get up – when Yoongi entered the room and Jungkook was terrified, pulling his knees up to hide his too much apparent hardness. “Hey kids. I brought food.” He showed the plastic bag on his hands, walking past them to put it on the table in the corner of the room. “Hi hyung. Ahm...” Jimin started while fixing his sweatpants, thankfully large enough to hide any sign of what was happening there an instant before. “Weren’t you supposed to be home?” “Me?” Yoongi looked at them, but Jungkook was too scared to look back, “No, why? I was working on the mixtape at the recording room.” “I see...” Jimin nodded and the room was  oddly silent for a moment. Jungkook wanted to disappear. He was feeling guilty and dirty, as if he had cheated on the most important moral principle of his life, when in fact he had just – partially – made out Jimin. God. He had partially made out with Jimin. “Come eat before it gets cold.” “Actually, ahn...” Jungkook jumped on his feet, avoiding both gazes on him and hurriedly picking up his things from the ground, “I have a really important thing to do right now and I can’t be late, I'm sorry, hyung. Thanks for the food anyway.” Yoongi turned around to pick Jungkook's portion so he'd at least take it with him, but when he looked back a second later the younger was already gone, having left behind just the loud sound of the door closing shut and a confused Yoongi with a package of hot yakisoba in hands.