Jikook Au- ✨🔎 Focus🔍✨
Boxer Jungkook, Dancer Jimin Au
Jungkook is on his way home after training. It’s late and his body is tired so he is really looking forward to his bed. His fast pace immediately comes to a halt when he suddenly hears a cry from a soft voice, high pitched and terrified. They are begging… He finds the source of the voice, being a small girl harassed by three guys in a dark side alley. Jungkook, being the good boy he is, can’t help but jump in head first and come to her rescue… but wait. Is it even a girl?
TW: Mentions of violence and homophobia, mostly fluff though
A/N: This is longer than I expected and it’s only the first part, so sorry lol. Anyways just a short warning that I know basically nothing about boxing so please forgive all my mistakes and tell me if you find any so I can correct them!
Word count: 9.085
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Jungkook inhaled deeply through his nose.
Right, right, left
Left, right, left
He exhaled and shook his head so his bangs were no longer hanging in his eyes.
Right, left, right, kick
Again. Again. Again.
Sweat was running down his temples and his spine. His heart was beating strong and steadily against his ribs. Tension was keeping his body stiff, every single muscle working.
“Okay“ A familiar voice spoke up “that's enough for today. Good work, kid.“
Jungkook scoffed “Will you ever stop calling me kid?“ He asked, not really bothered by it though. His chest was heaving heavily, out of breath.
“Never.“ His coach said, grinning his usual gummy smile. The short man (don't tell him I called him that) went over to his trainee and help him out of the boxing gloves.
“Anyway, you were really good today. The match on Saturday will be a piece of cake for you.“ His coach praised and it made Jungkook smile brightly. It always made his heart bloom in pride when his coach praised him, although he would never admit that.
“Now go shower and change. I'll treat you to lamb skewers.“
“Thanks hyung.“ He beamed and rushed to the locker room. He showered cold, the feeling of the water cooling down his heated body and washing the sweat away made him sigh in relief. After finishing he quickly got dressed, the growling in his stomach urging him to hurry. He didn't even bother drying his hair, it wasn't really cold outside yet anyway so instead he just pulled the hood from his black sweater over his head, grabbed his bag and joined his coach.
He knew the man for almost all his life already. Their parents were friends when they were younger and Yoongi protected him every time someone tried to mess with Jungkook. He was like a brother and started training Jungkook already in their early teenager years.
Yoongi used to fight in underground battles to earn himself a little more pocket money and he was good. His small body did not only trick his opponents into underestimating him, but also allowed him to move quickly and precisely. However, due to an injury on his shoulder he couldn't continue fighting on his own so he started to train and opened his own boxing school, together with friends from his fighting times. They had quite the reputation so their little school was a whole success.
They had to hire some more teachers and with the more students they had, the less Yoongi trained himself. Only the best and fittest ones had the honour to get him as personal coach and Jungkook always stayed his number one student. And he was the only one Yoongi would treat for food.
After their late night dinner (it was already 11 pm after all) they parted ways. Both going home, Yoongi to his shared flat with his boyfriend (though Jungkook was the only one who knew of them) and he to his own little apartment. He was already dreaming of his fluffy bed that was waiting for him. It was a long and exhausting day. First his college classes, because his parents only allowed him to box if he was at least getting a degree, and then practice with Yoongi. As much as Yoongi was soft for him, he was still a merciless coach, always pushing him to his limits. But Jungkook was glad for that, he needed it and he knew that it was the reason why he was the best student in the school.
Jungkooks feet carried him almost on their own to his apartment, his head in the clouds and hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie. It was already dark, his way only illuminated by the few lanterns. He looked up at the moonless sky. New moon somehow always scared him. It was pathetic that he, a grown man and boxer, was scared by something like that but still. Maybe scared wasn't the right word, rather it made him a little restless, uneasy. The time were neither sun nor moon would brighten up the sky, it felt like being left alone. It was ridiculous but he couldn’t help the uneasy feeling in his heart.
He inhaled the cooling air of the night. Summer was coming to and end, it was that time of the year were the days became shorter again and though the days were still comfortably warm, it cooled down rather quickly in the night.
Jungkook quickened his steps, eager to get home soon when he suddenly heard a high pitched whimper. He stopped immediately and listened where it came from but it was silent again. Just when he was about to shrug it off and continue his path he heard it again.
“No, please.“ Someone cried out and the desperation and fear in their voice made Jungkooks blood freeze. He looked around and his eyes targeted a dark side alley. With silent steps (thank god he wore his sneakers today) he sneaked over to the corner of the alley and tried to get a glimpse at what was happening there.
“Please, stop.“ The high pitched voice begged, followed by a sob.
“Shut up, or we will make you!“ Someone hissed, voice way deeper and rough, a man.
Jungkook squinted his eyes, trying to see better. It was pretty dark and there were no lanterns in the alley but he was pretty sure to see three shadows. They were lingering against one of the brick walls, over something. Or rather someone.
“P-Please, I d-don't- Ah!“ The sweet voice was trembling and his pleading was cut off by a scream and a loud slapping sound. Jungkook had heard enough. Whatever there was going on, he would stop it.
Determined he clenched his fists and took a step forward in the alley.
“Hey!“ He called out. He still couldn't see very well so he just hoped he wasn't mistaken and there were actually like twenty guys or something.
“I advise you all to stop right there.“ He said and heard the cute voice gasp. From the situation and what he had heard so far he gathered it was some girl that was attacked by those guys and what man would he be if he just walked by.
The other men turned towards him and took a step in his direction, further in the light and it allowed Jungkook to see them better. He was right after all. Three men, probably around thirty or forty. From the way they stood and moved he didn't think they were experienced fighters, which made him sigh in relief. This should be rather easy after all.
However, the men blocked the way to the girl and the alley was a dead end so she couldn't run away. Jungkook couldn't see her hidden behind the men but he caught a glimpse of what looked like a pink hoodie.
“You advise us, huh? And what will happen if we don't listen to your oh so wise advise? Will you call your mommey?“ One of the guys sneered and the other two chuckled.
“Go home, kid. This is none of your business, don't bring yourself unnecessarily in trouble.“ Another said and it made Jungkook even more angry. He took another few steps in their direction, stopping about three meters in front of them.
“First of all, the one who calls me kid next, will go down the first. Second of all, don't call this unnecessary when you are about to destroy a life. And last but not least, I'm not the one being in trouble here.“ When he said the last word a smirk spread on his face. He knew he was superior to those guys and he honestly enjoyed the adrenaline kick he got of it.
The guys laughed at him, probably thinking he was offended by being called kid, as if he was behaving like a pouting child that was insisting on being a big boy already. In reality it's just that Yoongi is the only one allowed to call him that. One of them sighed exasperated.
“We warned you, don't cry if we ruin your pretty face.“ The men came closer and the two on the side tried to grab him while the one in the middle reached out to punch him in the face. Jungkook easily ducked them and kicked the one in the middle in the stomach. It made him groan loudly and stumble backwards, crushing in a pile of trash bins.
The two others looked rather shocked at that turn of events and tried to attack him together but before they could even land one punch Jungkook caught the fist of the one guy and pulled him forwards, using him as a shield from the other. Then he quickly landed two punches in the shield-guys face and one in the stomach, pushing him against a wall and letting him slip to the ground. He whirled around, ducking the still standing guys fist and hitting from below against his outstretched arm, making it crack and the man cry out in pain. He punched him in the face too, but only once which already seemed to be enough for him to fall on the ground.
By now the first guy was standing again, staring at Jungkook furiously and the boxer sighed. Why can't people ever accept their defeat and make it easier for him and themselves?
The man stormed towards him with raised fist, but Jungkook just made a step to the side and stuck out his leg for the other to stumble over and fall to the ground again. Jungkook leaned over him and turned him around, pressing him down with one knee pressed in the mans stomach.
“Never question anyone’s skill by their age or appearance ever again!“ He said and knocked him out with three punches in the face. Afterwards he got up again and groaned at his bruised knuckles. Damn he needed to ice that quickly or it could be a problem for his fight on Saturday. Yoongi will be furious when he sees that.
Rustling behind him made Jungkook turn around again and face the girl. She had strong thighs, wrapped in tight fitting, black leggins. Her pink hoodie a little oversized, making her appear even smaller than she already was, probably a head smaller than Jungkook himself. Short pink hair stuck out from under her hood and she was trembling. Honestly, she was adorable even though Jungkook hadn't even seen her face yet.
“Uh... uhm...“ She breathed out, looking down and Jungkook went over to her.
“Are you okay?“ He asked with the softest voice he could muster. She nodded.
“Yes, th-thank you so m-much.“ She said, voice broken by sobs. Jungkook cooed and reached out carefully, as if he was approaching a frightened wild animal. When she didn't flinch away he put his hands on her shoulders, hoping to stabilize her a little for her knees looked as if they would give out soon.
“Ah, your knuckles!“ she gasped and took his right hand from her shoulder inspecting it intensely.
“Don't worry, I'm a boxer I'm used to it.“ He said with a smile. A blatant lie, because he only ever fought with gloves or his hands being wrapped in bandages. At least she finally looked up at that and Jungkook almost gasped out in surprise as he realized that she wasn't even a 'she'. She was pretty much a 'he', but that didn't change the fact that he was the most adorable thing Jungkook ever had the honour to lay his eyes on.
“Don't you wear gloves while boxing?“ He asked with his big eyes on full puppy modus, glassy with tears which made them shine brightly in the faint light and his lashed glistering wet and long. Jungkook was awestruck. He almost forgot he had asked him something. Oh shit, his lie...
“Oh, uh... okay oops, you caught me.“ He admitted awkwardly and rubbed his free hand in the nape of his neck, while the boy still hold his injured hand between his cute, chubby fingers as if it was something delicate.
The small boy frowned at him and let go of his hand pulling his hood of his head, revealing his full pink head of hair, all fluffy and soft. When the light shone on his face Jungkook could see the red bruise on his cheek, from where he was slapped earlier. Without much thinking about it Jungkook reached out and caressed the burning skin with his thumb.
“Does it hurt badly?” He asked but the boy shook his head shyly.
“Its okay but uhm...if-“ He started but stopped to gnaw on his plumb bottom lip and looked at the floor almost embarrassed. Jungkook had a really tough time trying not to smile.
“If y-you maybe bring uh... come w-with me to mine um... I c-could treat your hand. I know how to handle bruises.“ He blushed and Jungkook wondered if he could be anymore adorable. But then his mind realized his words and he frowned. Why does this cute embodiment of fluffiness know how to treat bruises.
“How do you know? That, I mean. How do you know how to treat bruises?“ Maybe he was a little forward or intrusive with that but Jungkook had to know. If anyone hurt this angel on a regular basis then Jungkook was ready to throw hands. But to his surprise the boy looked up again with a smile that made his eyes disappear into thin slits. Jungkook died a little.
“Ah, I'm a dancer and also a little clumsy. So when I fall or get hurt by dance practice I have to treat it.“ He explained. Now Jungkook understood why his thighs looked like sculpted by god himself. Damn, those leggings did things to him.
“Oh that's cool. I bet you look beautiful while dancing.“ He said, finally allowing himself to smile and for a few seconds they only stared at each other until on of the men on the floor groaned.
“Oh shit! Come on, we should get out of here!“ Jungkook snapped out of it and took the others hand without thinking about it, pulling him behind him out of the alley. His heart did a thing when he felt those small fingers curl around his own. He heard the boys hurried steps behind him and noticed that his pace was a little to quick for the others shorter legs. He slowed down only for said other to bump into him with a surprised whelp.
“S-Sorry“ He mumbled, blushing again. The smile creeped back onto Jungkooks lips as he looked down to the boy.
“I'm Jungkook, by the way.“ He said causing for the other to look at him again.
“I-I'm Jimin.“ He responded. Out of a spur of bravery Jungkook lifted the smaller hands to his lips and gently kissed his knuckles, causing those chubby cheeks to turn pink again.
“My pleasure, Jimin.“ He grinned and when said boy only stared at his feet Jungkook continued.
“Now, will you tell me where you live so I can bring you home?“ Jungkook hoped it wasn't his imaginary when he saw the tiniest smile on the boys face as he looked back up and nodded. He took Jungkooks hand again and lead him to his home. Jungkook waited a few moments until he glanced over to Jimin and interlaced their fingers. Jimin didn't react but his ears turned red and Jungkook chuckled silently before a thought crossed his mind and he frowned again.
“Jimin.“ He said serious again, asking for the boys attention. He waited until the latter looked at him.
“Did you know these guys? What did they want from you?“ He asked carefully, he needed to know whether they would be a problem again. Jimin bit down in his full lip and looked down again. He looked... ashamed?
“U-Uhm, I-I didn't know them. I-It's okay, it was n-nothing.“ He mumbled quietly. Jungkook crooked his head a little, trying to glimpse at Jimins face but the boy looked to the other side. Jungkook frowned.
“Jimin“ He repeated and this time the boy jerked a little.
“What did they want?“ He asked again, a little more pressing this time. Jimins bottom lip started quivering and Jungkook felt the urge to beat up those guys all over again. He should have punched them a little more often. And harder. He squeezed the cute, warm hand he was holding and waited until Jimin started talking.
“I was walking home from practice a-and they were c-calling out to me. What I'm d-doing out so late and w-why I'm d-dressed like... like a fag.“ The last words were only whispered but Jungkook could hear them clearly. He let go of Jimins hand because he was afraid to crash it in his anger and instead took a step forwards, embracing the shivering boy in his arms. Jimin gasped surprised but soon relaxed in the hug and shyly wrapped his arms around Jungkooks waist, his small fists curling in the fabric at the back of Jungkooks hoodie.
“Th-they said they would t-teach me a l-lesson.“ Jimin said and pressed his face in Jungkooks chest. He was obviously embarrassed and Jungkook couldn't have that. He traced his fingers through the pink locks.
“But you know that is bullshit, right? You can wear whatever you want, it's no ones business.“ Jimin whimpered in his hoodie.
“B-But they were right.“ He whispered against Jungkooks chest.
“What do you mean?“ Jungkook frowned. It took a couple of seconds until Jimin spoke again.
“I-I am a fag.“ He mumbled and Jungkook sighed, gently pushing Jimin back so he can look at him. He took Jimins chin gently, forcing him to look up to Jungkook.
“Don't say that word. It's not only degrading yourself but every other homosexual. Like me.“ Jimins eyes widened comically at that.
“You...?“
“I'm bi.“ Jungkook clarified. “Or pan? I don't know I don't like labels anyway. I love who I love, right?“ He said and smiled at Jimin, the smaller looked up at him in awe. After that they continued their way to Jimins home in silence and reached it pretty soon after.
They stood facing each other in front of the apartment building. Honestly, Jungkook didn't want to go just yet. He felt as if he found something precious in the boy and he refused to let him go just like that.
“Uhm... thank you. Really. For, you know, saving me and... bringing me home.“ Jimin said. It seemed both had forgotten about Jungkooks knuckles.
“It's nothing, really. I'm glad I could help.“ Jungkook assured and smiled. There were a couple seconds (minutes) of silence. Jimin obviously tried to say something and Jungkook waited patiently (and maybe a little amused) for him to do so. He definitely, hundred percent positive did not, I repeat, did not stare at Jimins lips while the boy squirmed under his stare.
“I uh... I know we don't really, like, know each other b-but uhm... maybe you could-“
“Yes!“ Jungkook said, maybe a little too quick. Jimin looked up a little confused.
“B-But you don't even know what I was going to say yet?“
“Doesn't matter“ Jungkook smiled and it made Jimin giggle. That sound alone was worth the thrumming pain in his hand. Jimin pulled out his keys and opened the door. He waved Jungkook to follow him and he did. Jimins flat was on the third floor and when they arrived Jungkook had to smile. It was a representation of Jimin himself. Pastel colours, a lot of decoration and everything somehow open and friendly. It looked like a cozy little nest.
They took their shoes off and Jungkook left his bag at the entrance too.
“Uh, do you maybe have some ice for me?“ He asked and Jimin looked at first confused until his eyes widened again and he blushed.
“Oh my god, I totally forgot! I'm so sorry, although it's all my fault! I'm a terrible person!“ He rambled in panic.
“Hey hey hey, don't stress about it! It's really not a big deal I just-“ Jimin grabbed his hand (the good one) and pulled him through his apartment into the bathroom and placed him on the closed toilet seat. Jungkook watched as Jimin rumoured through the shelves and cabinets, gathering a few things he would need to, as Jungkook figured, treat his hand.
Jimin stretched to get a bowl that was on top of the shelve and even stood on his tip toes. It caused his hoodie to slip up and reveal his ass and Jungkook almost had a heart attack. Jimins ass was perfect, like Jungkook has never seen such a great ass before, that kind of perfect. Like he wanted to grope it and press his face in it, checking if it's as squeezable as it looks kind of perfect and damn... Jungkook couldn't stop to stare. He is a simple man, okay? And he didn't get close with anyone for months, sue him.
It didn't help his case when Jimin started to jump a little to reach that bowl. Jungkook gulped and closed his eyes for a second to calm himself, before standing up and getting that bowl before he would lose all his sanity.
“Oh, thanks“ Jimin smiled innocently and it made the boxer feel guilty for his sinful mind.
Jimin filled the bowl with water and placed it on Jungkooks lap gently placing his hand inside of it. It was nice and cold, soothing the burning pain of the cuts and burst open skin. Meanwhile Jimin knelt down on the ground in front of him, preparing what else he needed. After a while he took Jungkooks hand out of the water again and carefully dried it with a fluffy towel. He put the bowl away and inspected his hand intensely before taking a ball of cotton and dabbing it in antiseptic, gently applying it on the cuts. Every time Jungkook hissed out in pain Jimin looked up worriedly, waiting for Jungkook to smile until he continued.
Next he applied a white, creamy ointment that left a prickling sensation in his hand but soon numbed the pain and lastly he wrapped his hand in a bandage. When he had the fabric fixed he leaned forward and kissed it before smiling sweetly at Jungkook, who just wanted to hug the boy and protect him from all the evil.
Jimin cleaned up all the utensils and then brought Jungkook back in the living room, placing him on the couch. Jungkooks eye followed the boy as he disappeared just to return with a pack of frozen peas and placing them on his hand.
“Thank you.“ Jungkook smiled and Jimin blushed again. The boxer thought he must have fantastic blood circulation with how easy the boy blushed.
“Do you want to drink anything? Are you hungry?“ Jimin asked.
“No, thank you I ate with my coach earlier but I'd take some water, or, I don't know, whatever you are drinking.“ Jimin nodded understanding and slipped into the kitchen again, before returning a few minutes later with two cups of tea.
“Uhm, I don't know if you like tea but you said-“
“Don't worry, tea is perfect.“ Jungkook interrupted before Jimin would panic again. The latter settled down next to Jungkook, facing him with one knee pulled against his chest. Silence filled the room and Jungkook wasn't sure whether that was good or not. It wasn't uncomfortable but it was indeed a little weird. They were strangers after all.
“Hey“ Jimin suddenly started “do you wanna play A-B-C questions?“ Jungkook shrugged.
“What's that?“
“Oh uhm... basically it's a bunch of questions to each letter of the alphabet. You know to get to know each other better.“ The boy explained.
“Okay, sure.“
“But“ Jimin said, holding up his index finger, like a warning “we both have to answer each question.“ Jungkook nodded.
“Okay, what's the first question?“
“Age.“ Jimin said.
“I'm twenty.“ Jungkook answered and Jimins brows shot up.
“Really?“ He giggled. “Then I'm older than you. I'm 22“ Jungkook shrugged again. He knew that people usually thought he was older because of his body and height.
“Okay next. Birthday?“
“First of September and you?“
“Oh that's in a few weeks!“ Jimin exclaimed excitedly. “My birthday is on thirteenth of October.“ Jungkook nodded understanding, waiting for the next question.
Like this they went through the whole alphabet. Normal questions like favourite colour or song. Where Jungkook answered with “Black and blue-ish“ and “Everything from Troy Sivan“ and Jimin said “Everything that’s bright and colourful“ and “Definitely Egoistic from Mamamoo“
But also more personal questions like 'easiest person to talk to’. Jungkook said “My coach“ and Jimin said “My platonic soulmate“. Or 'in love at the moment?' Where they both answered with no and blushed slightly. Jungkook wouldn't admit the relief he felt.
Then there were a lot of silly questions that had them even in tears due to all the laughter. Just like the question after the grossest memory where Jungkook told about that one time when he cuddled with Holly, his coachs little puppy and the little ball of fur puked all over him just to try and lick it up afterwards. Jimin almost fell from the couch because, as Jungkook learned, the boy laughed with his whole body.
Or the question after the worst habit where Jimin admitted with pink cheeks that he had a habit of poking other peoples ass when they stood too close for his liking.
The question after the colour of their underwear was dangerous for Jungkook, because while his was plain black, Jimin lifted the waistband of his leggings to check, which already had Jungkook weak because it revealed a stripe of Jimins tummy. Then he answered with a shy smile, saying that his was blue and green and now Jungkook couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't make out any brims under his leggings so they were either really thin or really short. God he needs to stop thinking about that!
Jimin got up from the couch and took their by now empty cups, bringing them in the kitchen.
“It's uh... quite late already, huh?“ He said, voice a little muffled by the distance. Jungkook hummed in return, he wasn't sure what Jimin intended with that statement.
“Uhm do uh... do you live... far from here?“ Jungkook couldn't see the boy for he was still hiding in the kitchen.
“Not that far, probably around twenty minute walk, I guess.“ He answered and stood up as well, going over to the kitchen and leaning against the door frame. Jimin stood in front of the kitchen counter and fiddled with his sweaterpaws.
“B-But it's already dark a-and cold uhm... m-maybe you could...“ The boy bit down in his bottom lip and avoided Jungkooks intense stare. He had a faint idea of where this was going, but shy Jimin was just too adorable so he decided to tease the boy a little further.
“I'm a boxer, Jimin. I can take care of myself.“ The boy blushed deeply and started blinking quickly, as if he was trying to blink tears away.
“O-Of course... I kn-know that it's uh... I mean uhm uh... y-you uh...“ Jimin stopped talking when his bottom lip started quivering and that was the moment Jungkook walked over to him, cupping his face and making him look up to Jungkook. He immediately regretted teasing him, when he saw the smallers glassy eyes.
“Hey hey, it's okay! You are right, it's dangerous outside at night. Do you think I could crush at your place?“ Jungkook gave him the softest smile he could muster and Jimin returned it brightly, his eyes disappearing as he did so. He brought up one of his tiny hands and rubbed his sleeve furiously over his eyes and cleared his throat.
“O-Of course. That's the least I can do after you s-saved me.“ Jungkook brushed his thumb over Jimins soft cheekbones and watched as they turned a soft pink again. He heard how the boy breath hitched slightly and couldn't stop staring at his lips. They were so plumb and pink and god he wanted to kiss him so bad. Jimin started blinking again, but this time not due to tears, but rather confusion. He tilted his head a little to the sight which made him look like a naive puppy. Jungkook let go of him and took a step back, trying to clear his mind or he would do something Jimin probably wasn't ready for. With that the tension between them broke and Jimin made a face as if he just remembered something.
“Right uhm, you can sleep in my bed. I'm smaller, I fit better on the couch.“ He said turned around and left the kitchen to prepare their bed.
“Don't worry about me, it's fine. I don't want to oust you of your own bed.“ Jungkook said.
“No no no, I can't do that. You are my guest after all, I have to treat you right, especially after what you did for me. I'm like a sloth I can sleep everywhere.“ Jimin said and beamed at him. Jungkook wanted to die. How can one person be that cute? Like how is that physically possible?
The boy scurried through the apartment and piled pillows and a blanket on the couch.
“Do you wanna shower?“ He offered but Jungkook shook his head, simply watching Jimin do.
“Nah, I showered after practice, I'm good.“ Jimin nodded understanding.
“Okay, then I'll go in the bathroom real quick. I'll put a toothbrush for you next to the sink. Towels are in the cabinet next to the shower, use as many as you want. If you need anything else just tell me.“ It was Jungkooks turn to nod and he watched Jimin as he retreated into the bathroom. The boxer buried his face in his hands and groaned.
“God Jungkook, get a grip of yourself.“ He mumbled. “You can't possibly be that whipped after a few hours.“ He shook his head at himself and leaned back in his chair, throwing his head back and resting it on the back rest, trying to relax but it was barely a second before a shrill scream startled him and he jumped up immediately. He placed a hand over his racing heart, adrenaline rushing through his body at the shock.
“Jimin?“ He called “Everything okay?“ He asked worried.
“N-No“ Came the answer in a whiny voice.
“What happened?“ Jungkook wanted to know, hoping his angel didn't hurt himself.
“Th-There is a monster in my bathroom! Oh my god, it's huge!“ Jimin squealed, followed by another scream.
“Help, it's moving, oh my god!“ Jungkook frowned, wondering what exactly Jimin meant by monster.
“Can you let me in?“ He asked.
“I-It's open anyway.“ Jimin answered through the closed door and Jungkook reached out to open the door when another squeak stopped him.
“Stop! It's on the door, don't open it! Oh my god, it's blocking my escape way! Kookie, it will murder me!“ Jimin cried.
“What even are you talking about?“ Jungkook asked, ignoring the nickname for now. He can coo about that later.
“S-S-S-Spider!“
Jungkook chuckled and rolled his eyes on that. Of course, he could have thought of that.
“Kyaaa, it's moving again! It's coming for me! Oh my god, I don't wanna die yet!“
“Hey, calm down. I'm sure it is more scared of you than you of it.“ Jungkook tried to calm him down.
“I highly doubt that! You can't see how John is looking at me!“ Jungkook chuckled.
“Did you just name the spider John?“
“it looks like a John, don't question me while I'm dying!“ Jimin complained.
“Hey, no one is gonna die, okay? Except maybe John, once you allow me to open the door. Is it still sitting on it?“
“Yes! Wait no, he moved. But now he's sitting next to it. Oh my god, he will attack you when you enter! Don't come in save yourself!“
“I'm not leaving you to die, now. Wait no, what am I saying! It's a damn spider it's not gonna hurt anyone!“ Jungkook said, shaking his head.
“Shhh, are you stupid? Don't say that, you make John angry!“ Jimin hissed. Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“I'm coming in n-“
“Kyas he's coming for me! No, help I don't wanna die a virging. Please John, have mercy!“ Jimin yelled and then there was rumbling and things were falling to the ground. Jungkook froze in his place, hand still and the door knob. Did... did he just...?
“Nooo, go away John, no one likes you!“ Jimin yelled further, obviously not realizing what he just said. More rumbling and banging sounds. Jungkook figured Jimin started throwing things at John.
“Kyaaa, I made him angry. I'm sorry John, I didn't mean that I swear!“ Jungkook shook his head and opened the door. The bathroom was a mess, shampoo, lotion, toothpaste and other things laying around. A pile of towels was thrown over. Jimin was cowering in the bathtub, armoured with the showerhead. He was shaking and his face wet with tears. He blinked at Jungkook for a few seconds before his eyes focused on something behind him and his face paled and he shrieked again.
Jungkook turned around and was faced with John. It was sitting on the wall behind him and indeed crawling in the direction of the bathtub.
“Do you have something heavy?“ Jungkook asked, looking around.
“Huh, why?“ Jimin asked.
“So I can kill it.“ Jungkook said as if it was obvious. Jimin stared at him in horror.
“What? No, you can't kill him! Every life is precious!“ Jimin protested, fat tears still streaming down his cheeks. Jungkook raised his brows.
“Is that so? Fine then. Come on John, time to leave.“ He said and reached out for the spider. It was maybe as big as both of Jungkooks thumbs pressed together.
“What are you doing?!“ Jimin squealed, startling Jungkook.
“What do you mean? I'm putting it outside? You said I can't kill it.“
“But you can't touch it either! Oh my god, I can't believe you! I'm gonna puke!“ Jungkook sighed.
“How else am I supposed to remove it?“ He asked.
“Put it in a glass or cup or something. B-But take an old one, so I can throw it away afterwards.“ Jungkook raised his brows at the boy.
“What kind of waste would that be. Just close your eyes.“ He said and stared at Jimin sternly until the boy gave in and covered his face in his sweaterpaws, whining quietly. Jungkook turned towards John again.
“Come on, little one. Time for freedome.“ He whispered while letting the spider crawl on his palm and carrying it to the next window to set it outside and close the window again. He returned to the bathroom where Jimin was still cowered in the tub and face hiding in his sleeves.
“It's gone.“ Jungkook said. Jimin peeked through in between his sleeves and rubbed his face instead as he saw that it was really gone.
“Y-You need to w-wash your hands.“ Jimin whispered sheepishly and Jungkook chuckled but did as said, before going over and crouching down in front of Jimin.
“Are you okay now?“ He asked and got a nod in return.
“Sorry for that.“ Jimin mumbled embarrassed.
“Don't apologize, it's okay, I don't mind. But how did you manage before me? Like what do you usually do?“ Jungkook asked, trying not to sound amused.
“I usually call Tae, my best friend. He's the one who taught me that every life is precious, because he always refused to kill any insects.“ Jimin said and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh.
“Wait, so your friend has to come here just because of a spider?“ Jimin pouted offended.
“I-It’s not my fault they are so gross!“ He protested. Jungkook reached out and ruffled his hair.
“I know, I know. Come on now, it's time for bed, huh? Are you ready in here?“ Jungkook said and helped him up. Jimin nodded and pointed on the counter next to the sink.
“You can use that brush.“ He said before going and picking up the mess he made. Jungkook watched him through the mirror while brushing his teeth, which was a bad idea because he almost choked when Jimin bend away from him, sticking out his prefect ass. Jungkook tried to cover it up as good as possible when Jimin looked over his shoulder at him. In the end he wasn't sure if Jimin got what exactly caused Jungkook to cough but he definitely wouldn't ask either.
A couple of minutes later they were ready for bed. Jungkook was still wearing his jeans but considering that he didn't have anything else (except his sweaty boxing shorts no thanks) and that Jimins things were about 3 sizes to small, he didn't really have a choice. He thought later, when they are both in bed he would just put the pants off and sleep in his briefs but he didn't want to shock Jimin with suddenly pulling down his pants.
Said boy on the other hand was wearing an oversized shirt that fell loosely down his collar bones, boy oh boy. And a pair of shorts that didn't even cover his thighs halfway. Help. Jungkook tried really hard not to stare at the soft caramel skin and to imagine what it would feel like to bite down in the thick meat. Oh god he was really in too deep.
Jimin showed him his bedroom. Jungkook felt like half of the room was taken by his huge closet and the other half shared by the double bed and a big desk. There was few to no space to move around, everything was full with pillows and photos. It was cramped but comfy and had a homely feeling.
“Ehm, yeah make yourself at home.“ Jimin said before turning around to leave to his nest on the couch.
“Wait! I feel really bad, for pushing you out of your own bad. It's really fine for me to sleep on the couch.“ Jungkook said. Well honestly, he'd prefer it for them to both sleep in the bed but he knew that was not an option.
“Then how bad do you think I would feel? You did so much for me today, Jungkookie. This is the least I can do.“ Jimin said before placing a soft peck on Jungkooks cheek and finally leaving the room. J-Jung...kookie? Help.
The door fell into the lock with a damp thud and it reminded Jungkook that he needed to breath. He brought a hand up to his cheek and found that it was unusually hot. The place where Jimins pillow lips touched his skin was prickling and warmth spread through his whole body. He couldn't stop grinning, even when he lay already in bed a few moments later. However, as he said before already, it was an exhausting day so he fell asleep rather quickly, surrounded by Jimins sweet honey and orange scent.
He would have slept through the night with how fluffy the bed was but he woke up when the door opened and the pitter-patter of small, bare feet on the wooden ground sounded through the room. It wasn't very loud or bothering but it was something so uncommon for Jungkook that it awoke him.
The steps stopped immediately when Jungkook groaned and he rubbed his eyes. It was still dark so it must be in the middle of the night.
“Jimin?“ He asked, voice still rough from sleep.
“Yes“ The boy whispered after a few moments of silence. Jungkook wanted to ask what he was doing here but was rudely interrupted by a loud bang and light flooding the whole room for barely a second. He groaned at the flash while Jimin whined. Oh. He scooped over in the bed and lifted his blanket.
“Come on.“ Jungkook said, signing for Jimin to join him. The latter didn't hesitate to crawl under the warm blanket and maybe it was Jungkooks sleep driven mind but he wrapped and arm around Jimin and pulled him close to his side. The boy tensed at first but then it thundered again he winced, hiding his face in Jungkooks chest.
“Shh, it's fine. Try to sleep, okay? I'm here.“ Jungkook mumbled, bringing the free hand to Jimins arm who was now wrapped around his waist and caressing it gently. Jimin only hummed a little and then Jungkook already drifted back to sleep.
The next time he woke up the room was flooded in light and his arms were disappointingly empty. He sat up in bed and rubbed a hand over his face and through his already messy hair. After yawning and stretching his back Jungkook climbed out of bed. He pulled his pants back on before leaving the room. There was rustling and rumbling from the kitchen so he figured Jimin was there.
The boy was standing at the oven currently frying something. The smell of coffee and whatever Jimin was frying reached him and it made him hum in anticipation.
“Good morning" He rasped and approached Jimin. The smaller looked up and smiled brightly. What did I do to deserve an actual angel making us breakfast?
“Morning, Sleepyhead.” Jimin giggled. Would it be very inappropriate to just hug him and never let go again?
“This smells really good.” Jungkook commented, deciding to not think about the nickname too much.
“Thank you. I hope you like French toast.”
“I honestly never tried it before.” He admitted and Jimin stared at him in shock.
“What? Are you serious?” He waited for Jungkook to nod. “Okay, in that case I'm really glad I choose to make it. Do you like sweet things?” Jungkook nodded and stepped closer to peek into the pan. The bread was already golden and looked crispy.
“It can be eaten in a spicy way as well but I already added sugar in the pan to caramelize it.” Jimin explained.
“I can't wait.” Jungkook smiled.
“Oh over there is coffee, if you like. Or I can make you tea again. I also have juices or-"
“Coffee is great.” Jungkook interrupted the older mans rambling. Jimin looked up at him for a second before focusing on the pan again.
“Uhm... cups are right behind me in the shelve.” Jungkook got up at that and made himself a cup of coffee and slowly sipping away on it while watching Jimin.
Soon later they were seated on the small dining table. Jimin filled Jungkooks plate with the fried toast and topped it with sliced bananas and caramel sauce. He watched excitedly while Jungkook took the first bite, waiting for his reaction.
It was sweet, very sweet. Especially with the sauce and bananas but it fit well altogether and Jungkook really liked it. He gave Jimin a bright smile.
“It's really good! I should have tried it sooner.” He exclaimed “Or maybe it's just that good because you made it for me. So thank you, Jimin.” The boy waved him off shyly and looked away but Jungkook saw the content smile on his lips. He started eating too and they sat in silence for a while.
“What time is it, by the way?” Jungkook asked after a while. Jimin sent a glance at his phone.
“Uh... half past nine.” He said and Jungkook sighed.
“Damn, I have classes in an hour.” The boxer whined, although he was glad that he didn't had any earlier today.
“I should probably go home first and change so I'll have to go soon.” He added and Jimin nodded only, looking down at his almost empty plate.
“Jimin.” He wanted the other to look at him and waited until he did so.
“Will you give me your number?” He asked and watched as Jimins eyes widened.
“My...huh? Why?” Jungkook chuckled.
“So I can contact you again, obviously.”
“R-Really?” Jimin asked, looking honestly surprised. That thought saddened Jungkook somehow.
“Of course. I want to see you again, if that's okay.” Jungkook smiled as sincere as possible. Jimin gulped and nodded before handing him his phone. Jungkook saved his number under Jungkookie<3 and send himself a text with ‘Hey :)’ so he had Jimins number too before handing it back.
A few minutes later they were standing at the door again. Jungkook fully dressed, his bag over his shoulder, while Jimin was still in his pyjamas (alias those sinfully short shorts and oversized shirt). Endless seconds passed where they only stared at each other and Jungkook wondered where this tension was suddenly coming from.
They stood close to each other, barely a foot separating them. Jimin was fiddling with the hem of his shirt and averted his gaze as Jungkooks stare became too intense. His lashes were throwing delicate shadows on his rosy cheekbones. His lips were parted and stuck out in a pout. His cute little nose twitching every once in a while, as if he was sniffling silently. His pink locks were falling over his forehead, still slightly messy from sleep. His collarbones were sticking out and he was squirming a little and with every little detail Jungkook noticed his heart beat quickened a little until it was hammering in his chest and it felt like time has suddenly slowed down.
Jimins sweet scent was surrounding him, pulling him deeper, away from the surface that was his self control. And eventually, or rather finally, he took a step forward.
He cupped Jimins cheeks gently. The younger looked up at him nervously and his breath hitched when he noticed how Jungkook stared hungrily at his lips. However, Jimin didn't pull away, he didn't try to wriggle out of Jungkooks hands and so Jungkook moved a little closer. Jimin was finally scanning Jungkooks face, taking in every detail himself. From the scar on his cheek, to the little mole under his bottom lip. He took in Jungkooks determined but gentle eyes and his own got stuck on Jungkooks lips.
Jungkook leaned in a little more, slowly, giving Jimin time to protest, but the smaller didn't. Instead, his small fists curled themselves into Jungkooks hoodie, searching for support. Their breathes were hitting each other, fanning over the others face and heating up the tension even more. When Jimin stuck is cute, pink tongue out to wet his lips, unconsciously or not, Jungkook snapped. He took another step, shoving one of his legs between Jimins and finally closed the gap. At first he only placed his lips on Jimins, soft and almost careful. He pulled back to see Jimins reaction but the dancer had his eyes still closed and lips parted, waiting. Jungkooks heart missed a few beats and he quickly connected their lips again. Now with more force, pressing their lips together and moving them against each other. Jimin sighed and brought his arms up around Jungkooks neck. The latter moved them slightly until Jimin was pressed against a wall and Jungkook slid his hands down to his hips.
Jungkook took Jimins full lip between his own and sucked on it, biting it a few times. When he brushed his tongue over it afterwards Jimin opened his mouth and let their tongues meet. A moan escaped Jungkooks throat and his hands wandered behind Jimin, cupping his ass to pull them closer together. To his surprise Jimin used this chance to jump and wrap his legs around Jungkooks middle. Like this their upper bodies were pressed together everywhere.
Jungkook tilted his head a little to deepen the kiss before leaving Jimins mouth and moving over to his neck instead. He licked the soft skin and sucked marks into it that he knew would stay for a few days. Jimin answered by throwing his head back against the wall, exposing his neck more and grinding his hip against Jungkook.
The action made Jungkook realize what was happening and he pulled back a little, pecking Jimins lips again and pressing their foreheads together.
“That uhm... I-I didn't expect for this to escalate so quickly.” He murmured and Jimin giggled.
“It was a little intense, I agree.” Jimin chimed.
“Sorry, I... I mean I didn't... I didn't mean to go this far.” Jungkook panted.
“You don't see me complaining though, do you?” Jimin whispered back. Jungkook looked up to him and almost had a heart attack. His hair messy, lips pink and swollen, glistening with saliva. His cheeks slightly blushed and pupils delayed. God he is a vixen.
Jungkook leaned in to devour Jimins lips once more only to pull away a few moments later.
“No, I... as much as I wish we could just... I have class and if I don't attend I fail the whole year.” Jungkook whined. Damn why did he skip so often at the beginning of the year. Jimin unwrapped his legs and slipped back on the floor.
“That's okay. I wouldn't want to keep you from your graduation.” Jimin said, smiling. He's obviously back to his usual, cute self. Jungkook brought some distance between them and picked up his bag from the ground.
“I... I'll call you.” Jungkook said. He quickly pressed a last kiss to Jimins lips and rushed out before he could change his mind again.
He jogged to his apartment, changed, grabbed his bag for college and left again. Twenty minutes later he sat in his class, bored doodling in his notebook and definitely not thinking about Jimin and his sinful lips. He was about to rest his head on the table and take a nap when his phone pinged. Jungkook frowned. None of his friends are usually up this early. He pulled it out and unlocked the screen. His eyes almost popped out off his head.
Jimin
Hey :)
[Image attached]
How is class ;)
Jungkook couldn't stop staring at the selca Jimin had sent. W-w-w-w-what happened to my cute, little, innocent angel?
You
It hasn't started yet but uhm...
Was this picture really for me?
Like... not gonna lie this took me off guard
Damn how do you expect me to focus on class now??
Jimin
«^~^»hihi
It was for you dummy
Actually I'm texting you for a reason...
You
????
Jimin
I wanted to ask if you have any fights soon
Like boxing fights you know
You
Yeah on Saturday why?
Jimin
Uhm... do you think I could come and like watch?
Jungkook stared at his phone for a while. There were two voices currently fighting in his brain. The first one screaming at him that yes! Oh my fucking god! That definitely means he is interested!!! Invite him and show off how good you are, you can do it Jeon!
However the second voice is screaming equally as loud that are you fucking dumb? Did you even see this angel? This pure and innocent incarnation of the word 'gentle' and you want to drag him to a fucking box ring? Between all those stinky, rusty old men? No fucking way!
Did I say “equally as loud”? I obviously meant just a teeny tiny bit quieter... So yeah Jungkook is a men and he didn't get laid in like half a year, excuse him for thinking with his dick. And considering that selfie Jimin just send him, he is maybe not as pure and innocent as Jungkook has initially thought...
You
Oh definitely!
That's totally cool, we can maybe grab smth to eat afterwards? If u r up for it...
But uhm... why do you wanna go? Have you been to a fight before?
Jimin
No but when I saw you fighting those guys last night I figured that you must be really good
Like you took them down totally unbothered
It was really cool so I thought maybe I could see you in a real fight
And yeah getting some food sounds good :)
You
Oh ok cool that uhm...
Yeah cool
I'm usually with my coach before my fight but I will see if I can go pick you up
Jimin
Nono don't go out of your way it's totally fine if you just send me the address
You
No Jimin it's a box fight in a rusty old gym in a not very nice neighbourhood
I don't want you walking alone through those streets at night
Especially after last night
When after a few minutes still no reply came, Jungkook started to panic. Oh great Jeon, of course you have to mention the incident where he almost got raped. The next fucking day. Look at this poor fellow everyone, a perfect example of a fucking idiot- oh wait
Jimin
You are cute :)
Thank god, false alarm. Heh, he thinks I'm cute. Wait that is a good thing, right?
Jimin
No it's really alright I'll just bring Tae
I bet he would love to see a real box fight.
Oh for fucks sake can he be any more irritating?
Jungkook sighed and dropped his head on the table again. Oh well, he'll just have to wait and see.
Until Saturday Jungkook is a mess. He didn't really know why he was so nervous. He knew he would win the fight, his opponent not even near his level (Yoongi checked him out) but knowing that Jimin will be there and watch him... The tension build more and more with each day and now he was sitting in the changing room, already in his shorts and a black silky robe covering his naked abdomen.
“I swear to god, if you don't stop that wiggling soon I'll knock you out before you can enter the ring.” Yoongi growled while wrapping his knuckles in white bandages. Jungkook was repeatedly bouncing his foot up and down and gnawing on his bottom lip, wondering if Jimin is already there.
“Sorry, coach.” He mumbled still deep in thought. Yoongi grabbed his chin roughly and forced Jungkook to meet his eyes.
“Listen, kid, I know your crush is watching and your opponent is a slacker but that doesn't mean you can let yourself go like that. Focus, remember?” Jungkook stared his coach in the eye. He was right. If he lets his nerves get the best of him, he won't be able to do what got him so worked up in the first place. Which is impressing Jimin-
Wait, no. Of course it's winning the fight. Yeah, totally the fight.
He takes a deep breath. Focus.
