A/N: text message heavy chapter in the beginning just fyi 🫶

Jimin regretted sleeping with Namjoon. That was probably a well-established assumption considering he slept with his cheating husband even though he hadn't even forgiven him. And all because he wanted to scream "FUCK YOU" to his husband's affair partner.

Namjoon seemed to take the sex as his greenlight that everything between them was okay and Jimin could only blame himself. More flowers, more letters, and more touches, and Jimin was near his breaking point. It didn't help that Namjoon's phone still buzzed with messages from Akio.

It felt like a disease eating away at him.

Among the mess, the fact that Namjoon had secured a deal with Jeon Enterprise floated into his mind and he decided now was the time.

—

Jeon Jungkook

I've heard from different sources that you secured the deal with Kim Company.

Jimin?

No. It's Poseidon.

Ah... okay...

Hello, Jimin

You type so proper 🧍

Well, that's because you were?

How do you normally type...🤨

I didn't expect you to be so charismatic and comfortable with texting me. You seemed to be revolted by me in person.

you come off too damn strong

and you haven't answered two of my questions

ah, so we're dropping the proper typing now??

answer me.

🫃🫃🫃

yeah, I secured a deal with your husband

he fumbled slightly but it was quite an easy agreement

and i normally type like this

tbh i was in business man mode, i was just in a meeting 💼

for what...

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

can't say 🤐

i already wanna block you 🥰

don't 💔

we've already come this far 💔🥀⛓️

stupid 💀

we should go out somewhere!

why the fuck would we do that??

to get to know each other?

ur pushin it

this is how you want to communicate??????

there isn't anything wrong with this!

at any minor inconvenience i can just block you 🤭🤭

you really wanna block me it seems

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

let's just go for a jog

hell no

private gym work out?

Nuh uh

yoga?

I love yoga but not with you

fuuuuucking hell

pottery?

...

yeeesss???

where?

my friends got a shop, very quiet and private

...

😌😌😌

I'll send you the address and information and we can work out a time

I DIDN'T AGREE?????

yyyyeeaahhh

but you were going to

🧍🧍🧍

you were going to

—

Jimin sighed as a message popped up in the chat with an address followed by asking when he was free. Jimin quickly went to Taehyung for advice.

—

Ass Parasite 😍‼️

he's asking me when I'm free so I can go to his friends private shop to work on pottery

he wants to fuck you so bad

TAEHYUNG!?!?!?!?

WHAT?????

AM I WRONG????

I NEED ADVICE 👹👹👹 WHAT DO I SAY👹👹👹

uuuuummmm

say you're free rn 😍

cause ik u are

i don't like you

ALSO?????

why are you all stressed about this??? this isn't your man is he 🤭 you're freakin like it's a first date

I just don't wanna be caught by paparazzi or smth and then they try to spin some stupid narrative

go to the private ceramics shop then

😐

but like... he's weird

he acts so weird when he KNOWS I'm married

your husband fucked a random man he met in Japan knowing HE was married

so

you really gotta stop saying that shit

I'll keep saying it until you accept it 🤷‍♀️

I HAVE

uh huh...

OKAY FUCK YOU WHATEVER I'LL SAY TOMORROW AT 2

because joon's gonna be at work 💀💀💀

bye ass wipe

bye poopy butt hole 🥹

—

—

Jeon Jungkook

im free tomorrow at 2

perfect! me too

ur lying

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

meet you there 🫎

alr...

—

God, what did he agree to?

f.u.

Jimin laid in bed not dreading but also not excited about the day. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before rolling out a bed.

Shower. Brush teeth. Wash face. Moisturize and deodorize. Get dressed. Style hair. Apply makeup. Doubt everything.

That was Jimin's routine that day of course. He didn't normally doubt anything. He was a man who was confident in himself. But this? Something about it felt off.

He felt off even as he slipped his shoes on. He felt off even when he got in his car, a sleek black Ford Mustang GT Fastback, and played his favorite playlist. He felt off even as he ignored how his car smelt like Namjoon. He felt off even when he stopped for a coffee at a local café. He felt off even as he parked his car beside a black Cadillac CT4 Luxury Sedan.

He got out and his heeled boots clacked against the smooth concrete parking lot as he approached the door. As the door opened, cool air immediately ran over Jimin's body.

As he shut the door behind him, he slid his sunglasses into his hair and looked around. His eyes quickly found Jungkook speaking with a man wearing a messy apron. Jungkook wore a short sleeve blue shirt and ripped baggy jeans. He had sunglasses pushed into his hair too.

He had a sleeve. An arm filled with tattoos. Jimin could tell it continued up his arm as more peaked from Jungkook's sleeve. Namjoon wasn't one for tattoos as he only had the date his company took off tattooed on his shoulder.

Jimin, however, had a moon sequence tattoo up his back, a tattoo on his side, behind his ear, on his wrist, and left shoulder.

"And then she said, 'Don't act all different just because you've got money now.' Like, ma'am, I've always had money," Jungkook scoffed with his hands in his pockets.

His friend laughed as he used a long mixing tool to mix something in a huge white bucket.

"I told you to leave her alone, man. You—Oh. Hey!"

Jimin shifted in his place as Jungkook and his friend turned around. Jungkook grinned and waved Jimin over.

"Hey, Jimin! I was beginning to worry you were going to leave me hanging," Jungkook laughed.

Jimin walked over with his arms crossed over his chest, his bag strap that was placed over his chest as well.

"I like your outfit," Jungkook's friend nodded. "I'm Will by the way."

Jimin was wearing a backless noodle strap shirt, loose mid thigh shorts, fishnet stockings, and ankle boots.

"Thanks," Jimin smiled.

"Is an introduction necessary? You've already heard each other's names."

Will punched Jungkook's arm and gestured toward Jimin.

"Ugh, fine. Jimin, this is my friend—unfortunately—Will." Will bumped Jungkook with his hip as he rolled the bucket away with his foot, rolling a different bucket over to him. "Will, this is my business partner's husband, Jimin."

"Nice to meet you," Will held his hand out for Jimin to shake.

"Pleasure to meet you as well," Jimin shook his hand with a more genuine sweet smile. "And thank you for letting us have this whole place to ourselves. How much is Jungkook paying you?"

Will laughed as he pointed at Jimin and turned to Jungkook. "I like him." He turned back to Jimin with his hands on his hips. "He paid me less than I deserve. He rented out an entire teaching session."

"And how long is that?" Jimin asked, amused.

"An hour and a half," the friends said together. Jungkook in an annoyed nasally tone, Will in an exasperated tone.

Jimin laughed as he looked around the shop. It was nice and smelt of clay and cinnamon. There were paint stains and some caked up clay on different tools and clay wheels. Along the walls were different ceramic pieces and they all looked extremely difficult to make.

"What would you like to do? Hand building or throwing something on the wheel?"

"Um," Jimin blinked. "Which is easier and not as messy?"

"Scared to get your little fit dirty?" Jungkook snickered.

Jimin flipped him off as he turned back to Will awaiting his answer.

"Hand building would be both of those if you're making something relatively simple. Anything specific you wanna make?"

"A dildo," Jungkook answered with a shrug.

"You can't make that shit in my shop. And if you try I'll cut you inauthentic dildo off."

"Excuse you!?" Jungkook scoffed with his hands on his hips.

"Anyway, I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Jimin."

Jimin giggled slightly as he looked around. "What about a cup and bowl set?"

"Perfect," Will nodded. "You two get seated and I'll bring the tools and clay."

Jungkook took Jimin's bag and hung it up beside his own, then guided him to an area with a few tables. Jimin sat beside Jungkook somewhat awkwardly as they waited for Will to come back.

"What caused the change of heart?"

"Hmm?" Jimin turned to Jungkook quickly as his back straightened and his hands clutched into panicky fists on his thighs.

"You seemed to hate me when we met again at my introduction gala. You also mentioned some tabloids or whatever. I hadn't seen any of those if that's why you hated me."

Jimin let out an airy laugh. "I didn't hate you. You just came on too strong as I mentioned before. I thought you had seen those tabloids and were tryna get in my pants. The way you approached and spoke to me just reminded me of all the other gross men around. I thought you were them."

"I have so many questions, I'm not gonna lie."

"I'll decide whether I want to answer."

"Okay, well, what do you think of me now?"

"I think you're not in the clear yet. You could still be one of those nasty ones."

"Okay," Jungkook laughed. "What were the tabloids about?"

Jimin blinked at him before he looked away and fought the urge to wipe his eyes, instead going for pinching his right hand with his left hand.

"Just... stuff."

"Ah, I see."

They're quiet again before Jimin cleared his throat and turned to Jungkook.

"Can I ask you a question then?"

"Shoot."

"Why did you pursue me for so long? Like, why befriend me?"

"Oh, well, I wanted you to put in a good word for me with either your father or husband."

"What?" Jimin snorted.

"Yeah, I was hoping to charm your pants off and then you'd tell your husband I was an amazing choice but you weren't helpful and I had to do it on my own."

Jimin laughed. "Oh really?"

"Yup. So, honestly, we don't have to be friends anymore."

"Done," Jimin nodded as he stood up.

Jungkook laughed as he grabbed Jimin's arm to keep him seated. "But I also wanted someone in my corner as I went through this new stage."

Jimin sat down, crossed his arms, and threw his left leg over the other. "Why me?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I also thought you were pretty. Still do, honestly."

"That right there!"

"Huh?"

"Why are you such a flirt?"

"That's just how I am."

"Yeah, uh huh. You flirted with me in Belgium and you looked so disappointed when your father introduced me as Joonie's husband."

"Joonie," Jungkook mumbled as he looked away.

"What was that?" Jimin's eyebrows furrowed as he leaned forward to catch Jungkook's eyes.

"Man, where is Will? He sure is taking a long time."

"It's been like 2 minutes," Jimin deadpanned.

"That's a lot of time."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Are you going to answer for those times or not?"

"Jimin, I already said I found you pretty. Of course I'd be a little disappointed that someone's already proven themselves for you to say yes," Jungkook laughed as he rubbed his tattooed arm.

"Then shouldn't we not be friends? If you like me?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Who said I liked you? I said I found you pretty. So full of yourself, hmm?"

"You—!"

"Okay guys! Let's get started!" Will grinned as he brought in all the supplies.

Jungkook smirked at Jimin as Will handed them their tools and chunks of clay. Jimin decided to let it go.

f.u.

"I'll fire them and then let Jay know when it's done so you two can come back, glaze 'em, I'll fire 'em again, and then mail 'em to you. That cool?"

"Yeah, man. Thanks," Jungkook nodded as he clapped his hand against Will's and hugged him.

Will waved goodbye to Jimin with a sweet smile before wheeling their finished pieces out of the room. Jimin hummed as he reached for his wedding ring, which he took off so it wouldn't leave any indents on his piece. It slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground. He groaned as he got up to grab it. As he reached for it, Jungkook's tattooed hand picked up. Jimin looked up as he stood up and Jungkook held his other hand out.

"Oh, please," Jimin rolled his eyes.

Jungkook wiggled his fingers which caused Jimin to exhale loudly through his nose as his hip popped out and his hand came to rest there as well. He begrudgingly put his hand in Jungkook's, allowing him to slide his ring back on.

"Walk you to your car?"

"Like in Belgium?" Jimin raised an eyebrow as he turned his ring around on his finger.

"Like in Belgium," Jungkook laughed.

Jimin grabbed his bag and walked beside Jungkook out to his car. A strong wave of heat hit them both and they both groaned loudly. Jungkook laughed at their shared reaction.

"This is me," Jimin pointed at his car.

Jungkook snorted. "You parked right next to me."

"Huh," Jimin hummed as he approached his car. He turned around with his bag in his hand as he unlocked his car. "I had fun, though."

"Was that surprising?"

"Very."

"Fucking hell," Jungkook grunted under his breath as he rubbed his eyes.

Jimin giggled as he turned around and tossed his bag into his car after opening the door. "Thank you, Jungkook."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he ran a hand through his hair while the other was on his hip. "What for?"

"My life's been hell. I really needed time away from it all. So, thank you. But don't tell anyone I said that," Jimin pointed with a deadpan expression.

Jungkook laughed but nodded. "Get home safe, yeah? And lemme know if you ever wanna do this again."

"Okay. I won't though. You'll have to text me," Jimin pointed at himself with a grin and his eyes closed.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness," Jungkook rolled his eyes as he unlocked and opened his car door.

Jimin scoffed. "Fuck you."

"No can do," Jungkook kissed his fingers and gestured toward Jimin as he got into his car. "You're married, remember?" He smirked as he shut his car door and slammed the door shut.

Jimin flipped him off with both hands. His hands resided on his hips as he watched Jungkook drive off but stop right behind Jimin's car. He rolled his window down and wore a shit eating grin.

"I guess we'll see who texts who first, huh?" Jungkook winked before sliding his sunglasses on and driving off.

Jimin groaned before getting into his car. He'll be damned if he texts that man first.

f.u.

Jimin may be damned.

He sat beside Namjoon as his heel clad foot shook anxiously as it hung slightly in the air—right leg over the left. Namjoon spoke some business shit with the men in front of them over lobster and crab. Namjoon's hand found Jimin's thigh, attempting to stop his nervous shaking with a quick squeeze. However, he never stopped his conversation. Jimin's eyes darted to Namjoon's face before falling back to his plate. He sat relaxed in his chair, his arms resting on the arms of the chair.

The calls had stopped but Jimin wasn't sure if Akio had given up or Namjoon had given in. They hadn't had sex since that one slip up Jimin made and Jimin wondered if Namjoon gave up and is just in the marriage because he won't serve the divorce papers.

He had felt overwhelmed as the snarky voices never stopped and Namjoon kept touching him and Akio seemed to taunt him and he was losing his mind. His phone buzzed and he fought the urge to dive for it. He subtly reached for his phone and inwardly groaned at the notification from Instagram insinuating a few of his friends had posted on their stories. Jimin tightened his grip around his phone and tried to not throw it back into his bag.

"Right, Jimin?"

Jimin blinked as he looked back at the men in front of him and then looked at Namjoon who was looking at him.

"What?"

Namjoon laughed. "I said you aren't one for business work. Or any work for that matter."

"Oh," Jimin blinked as he turned back to the men. "Uh, yeah. The stay-at-home life is perfect for me," Jimin nodded.

"You didn't have any job aspirations growing up?" One of the men said, his hair was blonde with streaks of purple.

"He always said his aspiration is to age beautifully like his mother and marry well like his mother," Namjoon laughed.

And I've only succeeded in one of those.

"Well, actually—" Jimin began but the older man and Namjoon had already moved onto a new conversation but the blonde in front of him looked genuinely interested.

"Actually?" He leaned forward.

Jimin smiled as he leaned forward. "I actually wanted to be a dancer or psychologist."

The blonde laughed slightly at Jimin's enthusiasm. "Why not both?"

"You're so right," Jimin laughed.

They laughed together for a moment before leaning back into their seats. They smiled at each other before fading into the background of the main reason they were there.

Namjoon's hand found his exposed thigh again and his fingers slipped between his thighs for a soft rub from his thumb. Jimin cleared his throat as he reached for his phone again.

"Excuse me," Jimin mumbled as he stood up and walked off toward the bathroom.

He pushed open the big mahogany door and quickly entered a stall. He mentally complimented how clean the bathroom was and how sweet it smelled. The stalls were spacious and the walls of the stalls went all the way to the ground. It was also warmly lit, feeling more like a home than a public bathroom.

He sighed as he leaned against the stall door and opened a contact he didn't think he would.

—

Jeon Jungkook

fine

fuck

you win

😁

—

f.u.

"Min!"

Jimin grumbled annoyed as he jogged down the stairs, fixing his robe belt around his waist as his slippers scraped against the floor.

"What is it?"

"What's this?" Namjoon asked as he held up a cup and bowl that were painted lavender on the outside and inside, with a dark purple rim, and little hearts all around the outside.

Jimin had forgotten he finished his pieces with everything that was going on. He and Jungkook hadn't gone in at the same time to glaze them (because of their challenge to see who would text who first) so he had honestly pushed it to the back of his mind.

"Oh! I forgot about those," Jimin smiled as he reached for them but Namjoon pulled away slightly.

"What is this?"

"Pottery."

"When did you go and get this done?"

"A few weeks ago? I don't know. Hand it over," Jimin reached out.

"Did you go alone?"

"I went with a friend."

"What friend?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well the only friend I know of is Taehyung and he normally takes you out to clubs or traveling somewhere."

Jimin rolled his eyes as he snatched the pottery from him and turned around, heading for the stairs.

"Maybe I should've asked you this many questions and maybe you wouldn't have cheated," Jimin mumbled.

"What was that?" Namjoon asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"Nothing," Jimin groaned as he shut his bedroom door behind him.

He sat the pieces down on a small bookshelf in his room and smiled at them. They looked all cute.

He and Jungkook had spoken a few days before when Jimin finally caved and Jungkook insisted they go horseback riding. Jimin greatly would rather do anything else but Jungkook said he'd leave him on Delivered until he said yes. After 28 hours of being true to his word, Jimin had given in.

Little manipulative roach is what Jimin had called him when he finally responded.

Now Jimin had to figure out how to say he was going horseback riding with Jungkook without his husband thinking it was weird because it wasn't weird. It was a normal horseback riding session with his husband's work partner. There's nothing wrong with that.

Why did it feel wrong then?

f.u.

After Jimin fell off the horse and Jungkook laughed at him immediately instead of helping him up, Jimin didn't want to meet with the man anymore.

"Come on! I said I'm sorry! I helped you up in the end didn't I?"

"Yeah after you laughed so fucking hard you fell your knees and you had tears in your eyes."

"Look, think about it this way. I wasn't laughing because you fell, I was laughing because of the sound you made and the face you made when you fell."

Jimin turned around to Jungkook. "That doesn't make it better," he deadpanned.

Jungkook chuckled as he tossed a water bottle toward Jimin. "Wanna hit up somewhere to eat?"

Jimin stared at Jungkook and slowly began to squint at him. "I have mud and grass stains on my ass, my hips hurt, and I smell like horse shit."

"So?"

"So! No! Jungkook, no, I don't wanna go somewhere to eat. I look and smell horrible!"

"I don't know, that's never stopped me."

Jimin screamed with his lips pressed together as he made a choking gesture in Jungkook's direction before turning around and stomping toward the outside of the barn.

Once he was bathed in sunlight he suddenly felt high pressed ice cold water slam against his bum. He screamed and spun around to see Jungkook laughing (AGAIN) at him while holding a hose.

"Come on, turn back around. You were almost clean."

"I hate you!" Jimin chucked the water bottle at Jungkook who caught it with a grin.

However, they continued to meet and Jimin found himself enjoying Jungkook's presence. He was nice when he wanted to be, otherwise annoying the other ¾ of the time.

He had even confided in Taehyung about the somewhat unexpected friendship. Taehyung tutted that he knew it'd be amazing, that's why he suggested, and he was never wrong.

Jimin hung up on him.

Jungkook had asked a few times about the tabloids but stopped once he saw how badly Jimin would shut down at the mere mention of them. Jimin appreciated it.

Jimin never planned to tell Jungkook about it but after a few months of this strange friendship and months of Namjoon working every nerve possible, Jimin texted Jungkook to meet him at a karaoke house.

Jimin sat most of the time as Jungkook sang his heart out.

"You know, you actually have a really nice singing voice."

"Thanks," Jungkook nodded. "It gets all the babes."

"Oookay," Jimin grinned as he rolled his eyes.

"Are you gonna sing?" Jimin shook his head. "Then what are we here for?"

"I wanted to answer you about the tabloids."

"Oh, Jimin. You don't have to tell—"

"It was about Namjoon being seen with another man while I was in Belgium."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "What?"

Jimin nodded. "And when I got back he swore to me and my parents that that man was just a client and not anyone to worry about."

Jungkook exhaled slowly. "That's good—"

"He lied."

Jungkook sighed loudly as his hand came up to cover his eyes. "Jimin, I'm sorry. I—"

"And so much shit has been coming my way, my way, even though he was the one that cheated. He told my father, who was absolutely furious, that he would never do that to me. He swore. He watched as my mother held me to keep me from crying and he lied. Fuck, and now it's just worse and no one knows it's true except for me, Tae, Namjoon, his fucking affair partner, and," Jimin turned for Jungkook as he finally took in a shaky breath. "You."

"Why haven't you told the public? I mean, I'm sure you could—"

"He embarrassed me, Jungkook."

"He's a cheater, Jimin. Just because rich posh people find it 'embarrassing' or whatever, that doesn't mean the normal public will think the same. In fact, they will probably support you and his company might drop a little."

"Is that what you want?"

"Absolutely not. I've got money with that guy now. Dammit, Jimin, you couldn't have told me this before I sealed the deal?"

Jimin smiled slightly as he knew Jimin was trying to lighten the mood.

"He fucked him before he came to see me, then he fucked me, and finally he went back and fucked him again."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Jimin shook his head as his eyes began to water.

"I've had all these feelings just kind of bottled in because I can't tell my parents, I don't wanna bother Taehyung, I'm tired of fighting Namjoon, and I don't trust anyone else. And I'm so so overwhelmed and tired and—"

Jimin hadn't noticed he began to hyperventilate until Jungkook was pulling him into his chest, holding him tightly so Jimin felt like he was wrapped in a confronting blanket.

"Jimin..."

"I wanted to have his baby, Jungkook. I was going to tell him when he came to visit me. I've just been living my life beside him, willing to do anything for him. I was Park Jinsoo's precious son until we married and now I've been Kim Namjoon's husband. And I'm just so tired."

Jungkook exhaled as he smoothed Jimin's hair down. His other hand rubbed gentle circles on his back.

"Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me, Jimin."

Jimin couched out a laugh as he pulled back. Jungkook's hands slid up to hold Jimin's face, keeping him close. He wiped Jimin's cheeks and eyes with his thumbs as he watched Jimin's face.

Jimin sniffled once Jungkook's hands moved to just rest on his neck. They stared at each other for a moment before Jungkook sighed.

"Are you going to divorce him?"

"I can't," Jimin's watered down voice shook.

"Why not?" Jungkook whispered.

"I'm a prideful man, Jungkook. If... If we divorced, that'd only confirm what everyone thinks. I feel like my life will fall apart. I'm also worried that men will think I'm on the table and start pursuing me or harassing me."

"So he's like a safety guard?"

"I guess?" Jimin whispered.

"You deserve better, Jimin. Kim Namjoon is an idiot for throwing away such a caring and fulfilling person such as yourself."

Jimin's eyes watered as he turned his head downward. "Thank you so much, Jungkook."

"Would you like to have some tea with me? I'm sure you don't wanna go home just yet. With or without Namjoon there."

Jimin laughed wetly as he pulled away from Jungkook to grab a napkin and wipe his face.

"Have tea where? This place doesn't serve tea."

"At a secret place. I'll take us."

"And leave my car here? I don't think so."

"Okay... Just follow me then?"

"You do know I have a best friend I could go to right?"

"Yeeeah, but I'm better so," Jungkook made a few gestures to himself with a jokingly tightened expression.

Jimin laughed as he balled up his napkin and threw it with the rest of their trash. "Okay, fine. Lead the way."

f.u.

"Uh, where are we?"

"My penthouse. Oh, hey, you should cover up unless you wanna see articles about us."

Jimin quickly threw his hood on and pulled his jacket collar up to his face. "Your penthouse?"

Jungkook nodded as they walked toward the main entrance. Jungkook pulled out a fob and scanned it, the door slid open and Jimin followed behind him quickly.

"Yup," Jungkook answered as he nodded toward the lady at the front desk, not stopping as he headed for the elevator.

"Why?" Jimin cleared his throat as he got in the elevator behind Jungkook as he placed his fob against a scanner once more and then clicked one of the higher floors.

"You agreed to tea."

"I did."

"And I have tea."

"Okay... but—"

"I also want to take care of your puffy eyes. Also, also, I wanna spend more time with you before you regret telling me about all of this and go back to hating me."

Jimin rolled his eyes with a small smile as the doors slid open to reveal a huge lounge area with three black leather couches in the formation of blocky C. In front of the middle couch was a long rectangular glass table with black wooden legs and shelves. In front was a huge flat screen TV, under the TV was a black smooth wooden shelf with different books, movies, games, and game controllers along the selves. On top of the self was a PlayStation, Wii, and vase filled with lavenders.

Jungkook kicked his shoes off as the elevator shut behind them. He hung up his jacket on a wall coat rack. He took Jimin's coat and bag and hung them up as well.

Jimin followed behind Jungkook toward a marble floored kitchen that wasn't monochromatic like he expected it to be. It was green and white. What was green and what was white alternated or was shared.

Jungkook ushered Jimin to sit at an island that was marble and checkered with green and white. He watched as Jungkook gathered two mugs and different tea boxes.

"Sugar? Honey? Milk? Or are you one of those weirdos that wants just herbal tea?"

Jimin snorted. "Just honey."

"Alright," Jungkook grunted as he brought the boxes over. "Which tea?"

"Surprise me," Jimin shrugged as he eyed the boxes.

"Alright," Jungkook nodded as he set the kettle to boil as he prepared the cups. "I'll be right back," Jungkook announced as he walked off and crept up the spaced wooden stairs.

"Where—? Okay..." Jimin sighed as Jungkook disappeared.

Jungkook came jogging back down the stairs with a clear bowl filled with water and a small towel floating in it. He sat in the chair beside Jimin and sat the bowl down. He grabbed the towel and wrung it out, turned toward Jimin and carefully placed the towel against his face.

Jimin jumped back as his hands shot up to his face. Jungkook laughed as he pulled Jimin's shirt closer.

"It's cold."

"To help with the swelling."

"How did you get it so cold?"

"Magically pipes," Jungkook shrugged as he placed the ice cold towel back onto Jimin's face.

They sat in silence as Jungkook wiped Jimin's eyes and cheeks. He would wipe and hold the towel against Jimin's eye and his under eye in order to help with the puffiness.

"Have you been called back?" Jungkook mumbled as he dropped the towel back into the bowl of water as the kettle began screaming.

"What'd you mean?" Jimin frowned as he watched Jungkook walk toward the stove and pour the boiling water into the mugs.

"I mean like do you have to go home soon?"

"I'm grown," Jimin raised an eyebrow as Jungkook carefully slid his tea toward him.

Jungkook laughed but nodded. "I was kinda giving you an excuse to leave and not make it awkward."

"Oh? You want me to leave?"

Jungkook shook his head with a grin as he looked down at his mug.

"So you wanna just sit here and drink tea?"

"What do you suggest we do?"

"Grab some blankets, throw on a movie, drink some soda, and eat some greasy food, then regret it all in the morning when we feel like shit."

Jimin threw his head back as he laughed. He caught himself by the edge of the counter and pulled himself up to look at Jungkook and nodded.

"That sounds amazing, Jungkook. I'd love that."

"Grab some blankets from the ottoman, put on a movie, and I'll work on that food."

"Alright," Jimin hummed as he got up and stalked toward the lounge area.

Jimin wasn't sure how so much time had passed when he swore he was only at Jungkook's place for 20 minutes, but he felt his eyes grow heavy and his phone clock glaring the time, 2:07 AM. Jungkook had offered to lend him one of his spare bedrooms but Jimin felt like that'd be over stepping, they weren't close enough for that yet.

Instead he chose to leave Jungkook with a sweet goodbye from the man and drive to Taehyung's place because he was actually closer than his home was. Jungkook made him promise he'd text him when he got there safely. Jimin promised.

Taehyung welcomed his arrival with hardly any questions and they fell asleep on the couch with wine in their system and some horror movie playing. Strangely enough, Jimin didn't dream of the sexual characters being murdered with their bits touching each other. No. He dreamt of a certain arm with tattoos, a certain pair of lips with their accompanying mole, and a certain laugh.

When Jimin woke up the next morning, he didn't know what to make of it so he kept it to himself. He kept it to himself for as long as he could. 

A/N: and soon, the interesting 🤭🤭🤭 parts shall start