resumo: em um mundo onde soulmates possuem alguma característica em comum, o cabelo de jimin sempre muda de cor quando sua alma gêmea pinta o cabelo.
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Quando Jimin tinha sete anos, escutou pela primeira vez a história de alma gêmeas que sempre compartilhavam alguma características em comum. Mesmo sem ter muita noção do que lhe era contado, achava realmente fantástico que algo assim pudesse acontecer com ele. Quando completou quinze anos, viu alguns dos seus amigos descobrindo suas devidas almas gêmeas, muito deles engatando em um namoro sério. Jimin não se preocupou tanto, por ser jovem, imaginou que ainda não tinha chegado a hora. Ele continuou sua vida, beijou muitas pessoas e dispensou muitas outras. Seu plano era não entrar em nenhum relacionamento sério enquanto não encontrasse o possível amor da sua vida. Ele estava certo que encontraria em algum momento. Quando completou 20 anos, começou a ter muitas incertezas. E se sua alma gêmea já não estivesse mais viva? Ou se talvez o universo tivesse decidido que ele não deveria ter alguém que o fizesse o sentir absurdamente bem por só existir? Era frustante. Seus amigos tentavam colocar alguma esperança nele, era incrível como todos davam suporte e amor para Jimin, era muito bom. Mas para ser sincero, Jimin já estava aceitando a sua grande falta de sorte. A sua solução iria ser seguir em frente, de qualquer jeito.
Entretanto, parecia que as coisas para Jimin começariam a girar para o lado correto.
Era de manhã, Jimin estava próximo de ficar atrasado para a primeira aula da faculdade. Ele levantou da cama com tanta velocidade que precisou se segurar na parede para não cair. Sua avó sempre falava para ter cuidado ao levantar rápido de algum lugar, ou teria que lidar com uma tontura indesejada. Logo depois de se recuperar, ele correu para o banheiro e tomou o banho que foi possivelmente mais rápido da sua vida. Definitivamente se atrasar não era uma opção. Saiu do banheiro quase tropeçando em seus próprios pés, ser um pouco desajeitado era uma das suas principais características. Depois de colocar uma roupa que ele não parou para prestar atenção se estava bom o suficiente, saiu do seu quarto torcendo para que seu melhor amigo, que dívida um apartamentos consigo, ainda não estivesse saído, ou ele teria perdido sua carona para a faculdade. Felizmente, Yoongi ainda estava por perto. Segurava as chaves do carro e parecia um pouco impassiente, talvez fosse pela demora de Jimin.
“Hey, Hyung. Sinto muito pela demora, tive um problema com o despertador hoje” Forçou um sorriso pegando sua mochila jogada perto do sofá.
“Tudo bem, garoto. Por pouco eu deixava você aqui e–” Yoongi cortou sua fala quando finalmente olhou para Jimin. Foi engraçado como o mais velho olhava para o amigo como se tivesse nascido uma outra cabeça nele. Suas sobrancelhas estavam arqueadas e ele parecia confuso. “Jimin, quando você pintou o cabelo? Pensei que odiasse laranja.”
“Do que você está falando? Eu não pintei o cabelo.” Dessa vez, Jimin que estava confuso. Seu melhor amigo parecia ter enlouquecido.
“Não brinque comigo, Jimin. Estou muito lúcido para ver o seu cabelo laranja, estou muito surpreso, eu confesso” Voltou a afirmar, o que fez o mais novo bufar e cruzar os braços. Quem parecia ter encontrado uma nova brincadeira era Yoongi.
Jimin ficou cansado da conversa e pegou o seu celular para usar como espelho e provar para Yoongi que ele estava vendo coisas. Oras, pintar o cabelo de laranja? Ele jamais faria isso, não mesmo.
Em seguida sua respirou travou. Ele olhava para si mesmo através do celular se perguntando se o que ele estava vendo era real. Por quê diabos seu cabelo estava pintado de uma cor ele que supostamente odiava? Como isso foi acontecer? Ele se lembrava claramente de ter ido dormir com seu cabelo preto brilhante. Mas então, o que aconteceu?
“Y-Yoongi.” Jimin estava gaguejando enquanto olhava com horror para sua imagem. “Você fez alguma coisa aqui?”
“Eu não perderia meu tempo fazendo algo assim, Park.” Yoongi respondeu um pouco entediando. Até então, foi se esquecido que os dois precisavam correr ou chegariam atrasados na faculdade.
“Mas…. Como? Eu lembro de ter ido dormir com tudo normal. O que aconteceu?” Tudo parecia ser uma grande bolha sem respostas. O ambiente mergulhou no silêncio e os dois pareciam pensar no que poderia ter acontecido. Jimin buscou por respostas em sua mente, fez esforço para lembrar se tinha feito algo diferente na noite passada. Procurou por outro caminho a solução para tudo isso. Por alguma razão, lembrou-se da sua avó falando sobre como almas gêmeas sempre tinham alguma características em comum. Ele quase se engasgou como esse pensamento. Já estava aceitando que viveriam sem encontrar sua pessoa, mas então, ele sentiu que algo estava diferente nele. Começando por seu cabelo, Jimin tinha certeza que não tinha colocado nenhuma tinta ali. Mas talvez sua alma gêmea tenha feito isso.
Sua alma gêmea.
Yoongi o olhou com certeza em seu olhar, parecendo ter pensado o mesmo que Jimin.
“Parece que você finalmente encontrou sua alma gêmea”
Despite being public people, Jimin and Jungkook never had to hide their relationship from their fans. Hiding their break up, though… well, that was a different story.
or
The one where Jimin and Jungkook have both given up on their relationship but don’t know how to tell their fans about it yet. Through having to fake being on good terms to meeting new people, they might just fall in love with each other all over again.
listen to I Don’t Wanna Love You Anymore, the song that inspired this story.
{teaser}
{part one - you don’t sound sorry at all}
{part two - I’m only doing it his way}
{part three - start acting like it}
{part four - you needed us too}
{part five - it’s a magic land, kid}
{part six - you know why I did it}
{part seven - what even happened with us?}
{part eight - breaking up took everything from us}
{part nine - I don’t want to love him anymore}
{part ten - this love I feel is my downfall}
{part eleven - it’s okay to miss him}
{part twelve - happy birthday, Jiminie}
{part thirteen - what a sad beautiful tragic love affair}
{part fourteen - uncomfortable}
{part fifteen - friends}
{part sixteen - so it’s “Kook” again, huh?}
{part seventeen - I’m sorry}
{part eighteen - do you still love me?}
{part nineteen - that I don’t love him}
{part twenty - perfect}
{part twenty-one - because you love him and he loves you}
On the weekend of his 18th birthday, Jungkook is dragged across the city by his best friends, away from the suburbs and into a more glamorous reality. There, he meets Jimin, a mysterious stranger that will show him everything his sheltered life kept him from seeing. (12/?)
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Jimin smiles when he sees Jungkook’s shoes by the door as he takes his own off. It’s been a while since they’ve spent some proper time together and, even though it’s late, he’s still hoping he can make up for it now.
He stops as he’s entering his bedroom and just stands there for a moment watching Jungkook sleep, curled up on the huge bed wearing only a sweatshirt and boxers – and Jimin knows he was waiting for him, simply because he hates sleeping without pants on, and that puts another smile on his face.
Jimin approaches the bed carefully, slowly putting his weight on it and kneeling next to Jungkook before he starts softly running his fingers through his hair, making the boy frown in his sleep and whine when Jimin keeps going. He moves in, then, to place light kisses on Jungkook’s exposed neck, hands finding purchase on the soft skin of his waist, causing the younger’s eyes to finally flutter open.
“Hyung…” He whines and Jimin smiles.
“Hey, baby, I’m home.” He keeps his voice low and doesn’t stop with the kisses. “Sorry it took so long.”
“T-that’s okay.” Jungkook stutters as Jimin bites him, his grip tightening just slightly to bring him closer.
“Do you want to go back to sleep?” Jimin asks when Jungkook’s eyes fall closed again, though he knows it’s not because he’s sleepy.
“No.” Jungkook whispers, lifting his hips to grind back against him. “Was waiting for you.”
“Yeah?” Jimin asks against his boyfriend’s skin. “Did you have something in mind?”
“Want to feel you close, hyung.” Jungkook whimpers, hand going up to tangle his fingers in Jimin’s hair as they move, still fully clothed but already worked up just by touching each other. “Inside me.”
Jimin groans just by thinking about fucking Jungkook right now, still warm and soft from sleep, and moves his hands down to give his ass a firm squeeze before he turns him around and straddles him.
If there is one thing Jimin loves, that thing is kissing Jungkook. His lips are always so pliant against his, ready to do whatever it takes to please without having to worry about getting anything back because he knows Jimin will give it to him. He loves the little sounds Jungkook makes as they kiss, his needy whimpers falling from his mouth so beautifully as Jimin sucks on his tongue or bites his bottom lip.
Jimin’s hands roam all over Jungkook’s body, lifting his sweatshirt until he manages to get it out of the way, pausing for a moment to get his own dress shirt off and to admire his boyfriend’s half-naked body, his skin glistening under the bedroom lights and showing the still fading bruises there.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Jimin says against Jungkook’s mouth and the younger doesn’t answer, only kisses him fervently once more. He does it all the time, compliments Jungkook whenever he has the chance because he knows his boyfriend doesn’t have as much self-confidence as he should, and his shy reactions are everything he lives for.
Jungkook wraps his legs around Jimin’s waist and brings him down, rolling his hips to get some friction as Jimin moves on to his neck, back to being unmarked after so long since they were last together like this.
Jimin is leaving kisses down the expanse of Jungkook’s body, unbuttoning his own pants meanwhile, when they’re interrupted.
The alarm startles them both when it goes off.
Jimin sits up on the bed quickly and starts putting his clothes back on. He tells himself not to panic but deep down he knows his brain is right when it starts screaming at him about who’s standing on the other side of the door.
“Hyung?” Jungkook calls for him, red and swollen lips a contrast to his scared eyes and voice shaking slightly, and Jimin knows he has to stay calm and handle this carefully.
“Whatever happens, whatever you hear…” Jimin starts, grabbing Jungkook’s sweatshirt from the floor and putting it on. “Don’t go there.”
“But-“
“Just stay here.” His voice is firm and Jungkook has no other option but to nod.
Jimin stands in his living room, hands on his waist as he faces the door and almost bites his bottom lip off thinking about what he’s supposed to do next.
The alarm only goes off if someone tries to enter with the wrong code and he has actually managed to set it off a few times before when he forgot it once or twice. But right now no one aside from him and Jungkook has the new code, not to mention he wasn’t expecting anyone to show up so late, especially without a warning from the doorman.
He knows who it is and he’s dreading the moment he has to open the door.
Because yes, he has to do that. The internal panel is broken and he can’t shut off the alarm from the safety of his apartment so he has to open the door and do it on the outside panel – he knew he should have gotten someone to fix it as soon as it stopped working but he never got around to doing it.
The only thing Jimin can do before opening the door is take a deep breath and then he’s face to face with the devil himself, Lee Kwangmin.
“You really changed the code, huh?” It’s the first thing he says and Jimin ignores him in favor of going out and stopping the noise.
The silence that follows is deafening. Jimin is scared of turning around to face him but he knows he needs to do whatever he can to send him away before he notices Jungkook’s shoes or school blazer by the door so goes to stand in front of his boyfriend’s stuff as much as he can to hide them behind his body.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Jimin starts. It comes out weak and he hates it; he was never really able to stand up for himself when it came to him.
Kwangmin doesn’t answer, simply looks around the apartment and then comes to stand right in front of Jimin again. He leans closer and Jimin can’t help but to flinch when he lifts his arm but it’s only to close the door behind him.
He lets out a shaky breath as Kwangmin laughs at his reaction, eyes crinkling and teeth showing, and he used to be beautiful in Jimin’s eyes once but he can’t see any of that beauty anymore.
“How did you even come up here?” Jimin insists, thinking of a way to put some distance between them but he can’t when he’s pretty much trapped against the door.
“There’s a new guy downstairs… Doesn’t know me.” He shrugs. “I said I was your friend and told him not to call because I wanted to surprise you.”
“You can’t be here, Kwangmin.” Jimin tries to be firm but he can’t; his fear is eating at him and consuming all his energy.
“You think a piece of paper is going to stop me?” He asks, his eyes glinting in a dangerous way. “You think your lawyer can stop me?”
Kwangmin reaches out to card his fingers through Jimin’s hair and he gasps, closing his eyes as he waits for the hit that he got so used to in the past. It doesn’t come, instead he only feels his hair being pulled with almost unbearable force and he lets out an involuntary yelp.
“That restraining order means nothing to me.” Kwangmin says, and Jimin recognizes all the anger in his tone. “Open your fucking eyes when I’m talking to you!” He screams, pushing Jimin straight onto the door handle hard enough to bruise his lower back.
“Kwangmin, please…” Jimin’s breathing is picking up, panic rising as he thinks about Jungkook being in the other room and hearing this, knowing he won’t stay there for much longer if he gets too worried.
“You really think you can make me leave?” Kwangmin squints, grabbing Jimin’s chin to make him face him. “After everything you’ve done? You ruined everything for me, Jimin.”
“You ruined it yourself.” Jimin retorts, trying to control his shaky hands and voice.
“No, no, no.” Kwangmin shakes his head, grip still firm on Jimin’s chin. “You were the one that went and yelled at the entire world about our fights. Playing the victim as usual.”
“What do you want?” Jimin asks, and it comes out like he’s begging, tears flowing freely without his consent.
“I want you to pay!” Kwangmin raises his voice again before grabbing Jimin by the arms and throwing him against the glass table in the middle of the room. “You think I can’t get away with this?” He threatens, coming closer, and pulls Jimin by the hair until he’s standing up. “I did it once, I can do it again.”
Jimin can feel the punch that’s coming next, had forgotten what it felt like to be used to this, but he knows it’s coming. And he knows he would most likely be coughing up his own blood now if one thing hadn’t interrupted them.
Jungkook’s soft voice at his bedroom door calling for him.
“Hyung?”
Kwangmin stops, lets go of Jimin and does the one thing he learned to be scared of the most: he smiles.
“Oh, what is this?” He turns to Jungkook and Jimin is still trying to catch his breath, having collapsed back on the floor when Kwangmin stopped holding him. “This your new toy, Minie?”
“Stop.” Jimin finds the strength to get up when he sees the panic in Jungkook’s eyes. He puts himself in between them, doing his best to appear brave when he’s in pain like that. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
“Hm, so for him you can grow a pair of balls, huh?” Kwangmin sneers, shaking his head. “Answer me something… Isn’t he a bit too young for you? I don’t know, he seems a little…” He looks around, spotting Jungkook’s uniform that Jimin tried to hide earlier. “Too pure.” That smile is there again and Jimin knows nothing good can come out of it.
“I’m calling the police if you don’t get out right now.” Jimin takes a step back and Jungkook takes one forward, just enough to place his hand on the small of his back to show him he’s there. “You’re breaking the law just by being here and I’ll make sure you pay for it.”
“You’re always saying that, Jiminie…” Kwangmin sighs, eyes fixated on Jungkook. “Let’s see who they’ll want to hear this time.”
Jeon Jungkook is the star player of his university’s soccer team, with more goals scored than years he’s been alive. Park Jimin is the only male flyer in the entire competition, known to attract both male and female looks whenever he’s in the field. The catch? They’re rivals and Jimin is not about to throw away his team pride for a pair of strong arms (not to mention that the owner of said arms is a grade A asshole). (21/26)
