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"You're really pretty."

Jimin completely flushed at Jungkook's words, comforter wrapped around his bare body as Jungkook sat in nothing but his boxers at the foot of his bed. He turned his head and they made eye contact, the bright crimson colour of his eyes sending shivers down his spine.

Jimin had always assumed that they were coloured contacts, but they looked so real. They were so mesmerizing, just like every other aspect of Jungkook.

"Thank you." Jimin's face was pink, the moonlight filtering through the window and illuminating it. He hadn't known Jungkook for long, just over three weeks maybe, and the other had never uttered something to him that wasn't sexual. The sweet words that left his lips were a shock, but Jimin liked them.

Jimin wrapped the blanket around him tighter, crawling to the end of the bed so that he could sit beside Jungkook. "You are too."

Jungkook chuckled softly, reaching around to wrap his arm around Jimin's waist. Once again, a non sexual advance that Jimin found confusing, but pleasant nonetheless. He tucked his head into the crook of Jungkook's neck, breathing in the signature scent that he had grown dependant on. It lulled him to sleep, it calmed his worries; it was intoxicating in the best way possible.

"You smell nice." Jungkook mumbled, nuzzling his face into Jimin's hair. Jimin found his word's funny, considering that his train of though had been extremely familliar.

"I smell like sweat, Jungkook." He laughed, feeling as the other shook his head and pulled him closer.

"No." He mumbled, his embrace warm and comforting. "You smell... Sweet. Like raspberries."

Jimin raised an eyebrow as Jungkook's words. None of the products he used on himself were raspberry scented; not his shampoo nor his soap. If anything, he should be smelling the scent of his own cologne - which was far from the smell of raspberries.

"Do I?" Jimin asked softly, not bothering to question Jungkook any further. The taller nodded, rubbing small circles against Jimin's bare hip with his thumb. He hummed in response, pressing a kiss just below Jimin's ear.

Several more soft kisses were pressed against Jimin's skin, each of which planted onto the marks he had left there in the hours beforehand.

Jimin felt so overwhelmed by Jungkook's caring touches. Just as he had become accustomed to and accepted being Jungkook's toy and nothing more, the brunette did this. It caused his heart to ache, eyes drooping closed as he swayed softly in Jungkook's hold.

He felt as if he was in the clouds, everything just feeling so serene and peaceful in that moment. With the sweet smell of Jungkook enveloping him and Jungkook himself holding him so tightly; everything felt fine. He felt as if he belonged there, in Jungkook's arms. As if he was made to simply be held by him.

"Why do you like it so much when I call you baby?" Jungkook asked suddenly, snapping Jimin out of his reverie. His heart fluttered, but this time it was accompanied with the feeling of a sharp pain rattling through his skull. He wasn't sure if he should smile or hold his head in pain.

"Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy." Jimin answered softly, snuggling his face further into the crook of Jungkook's neck. "Feels familiar to me. Not sure why."

And then Jungkook felt it. There was a wetness against his shoulder, unmistakably tears. Jimin's tears. Jungkook's eyes widened, heart suddenly being tugged with pain. Jimin was crying. Why was he crying?

"Jimin?" He asked, moving the other's head off of his shoulder so that he could get a better look at him. "Why are you crying? What happened, baby?"

It was as if something within Jimin snapped after Jungkook spoke those words, as if it was some sort of trigger that neither of them had known about.

Jimin gasped softly at the words, eyes involuntarily falling shut as his body went limp in Jungkook's arms. He was still breathing, and he still had a pulse, he just seemed to have fainted.

"Jimin? Hey." Jungkook shook Jimin softly, calmed slightly by the sound of his faint breathing. He was alright, and that was what Jungkook was most worried about.

But it was so abrupt, Jungkook was left in shock as he tried to figure out what had triggered it, and what to do next.

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I lay almost completely bare on my bed, blankets kicked off of my bruised form as I took in a deep breath. I didn't want to speak, I couldn't bring myself to after what happened the night before.

The door to my room creaked open.

"Jimin?" I looked up to see Jungkook looking beautiful as ever. His hair was a chestnut brown, eyes resembling dark chocolate. He was dressed in a white button up, golden accessories adorning his fingers, ears, and wrists.

My eyes grew teary. Jungkook was here. He was really here.

"Jungkook." I spoke, voice raw and shaky. "You're here."

He made his way over to me as quickly as he could, sitting down on the bed beside where I lay.

"I'm here." He nodded, voice soft. He gently wrapped his arms around me, his comforting touches nearly making me burst into tears due to how greatly they contrasted how I was treated the night before. Jungkook pulled me close to his chest, and I wanted to stay there forever, breathing in his cologne.

I didn't want to move, didn't want to have to speak about what I went through.

But Jungkook always knew how to break through to me.

"What happened, baby?"

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Jimin's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself curled up underneath the blankets in his bed once more. He found that he now wore a shirt though, but it was drastically oversized.

He concluded that it must've been Jungkook's.

Jimin's eyes widened, his entire dream rushing back to him a once. He remembered being in Jungkook's arms, then blacking out, and then he remembered the contents of the dream. That dream was weird.

All of his others dreams had been consistent. A unidentifiable man, an erotic situation, a headache beforehand. This one was of Jungkook, a tender, loving situation and no warning beforehand.

He furrowed his eyebrows, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Why had he dreamt up Jungkook to look different than he did in real like though? His dark brown hair swapped for a lighter shade, his mesmerizing eyes traded for the same shade as Jimin's own.

He looked even more familiar. The warm brown eyes he had imagined in his dream gave him a sense of home and evoked a form of nostalgia. He longed for something, but he wasn't quite sure what that 'something' was.

He felt so close to figuring it out, but there were blank spots in his subconscious that his brain just couldn't seem to fill up. Something seemed to be missing; something important that was just beyond his reach.

There was something unusual about Jungkook. Something absolutely peculiar about how he felt as if the already knew each other. He felt that he already knew each of Jungkook's tics and mannerisms, though he knew that was impossible by the amount of time the had actually knew each other.

"You're awake." Jimin looked up to see Jungkook in the doorway of his room, a steaming cup of what looked to be tea in his hand. He still wore no shirt, probably due to the fact that his shirt was on Jimin, but his legs were clad in the black ripped jeans he had arrived at Jimin's in.

Jimin resisted the urge to pounce on him.

"You were out for almost two hours, I was beginning to get worried." Jungkook sighed, walking around to the side of the bed that Jimin was on and setting down the cup of tea.

It was then silent for a moment, Jimin looking up and staring into Jungkook's eyes. They weren't nearly as warm and comforting as the ones he had dreamt up, but they still send a shiver down his spine.

"What am I to you, Jungkook?" He finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook seemed to know the answer without having to think much about what he was going to say.

"What are you to me?" He repeated, Jimin nodded. "Well, you're my baby."

Jimin's heart melted.

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