When Jimin woke up, his face in the pillows laying on his stomach, he could feel hands on his back. So nice and soothing, massaging all his sore parts. Almost making him moan, in a more innocent way.. of course.

"Morning Baby," he heard a raspy deep voice, behind him, he could tell he was naked, but he honestly could care less at this moment.

"Morning Kook," Jimin whispers, back, he felt amazing Jungkook really knew what he was doing somehow.

"Y-Yeah~ right there Kook," Jungkook moved to the place massaging it, he smiled leaned down kissing Jimin's cheek, that was turned so he could see more.

"You like that? Hmmm baby?" Jungkook moves down more so he was right above his bum, he knew that place was sensitive, but he knew how to make it feel good, to calm his aching-ness.

"Mmhm~ Kook how?" Jimin asked, wanting to hear how a creature such as him could make something feel so good, so human.

"When... when I used to get beaten... and I was younger, my mother would massage me, giving me tips, and stuff trying to make the most of it all she really tried to make me normal,"

Jimin moved out of his hold, going and hugging the sad creature, holding onto him tight, and Jungkook felt comfortable.

"Thank you, Jimin," Jimin gave him a quick kiss, on his cheek, then placing his head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, for not wanting to go now," Jungkook spoke making Jimin tense, and he felt it, he felt the mood drastically change, and it hurt.

"Oh... yeah..." Jimin was unsure now, after the best 'sex' of his life, and this early massage, why couldn't it be like that every day? He had flaws, but everyone does.

"You still..." Jimin looked into his eyes, sadly. Before he placed his plump lips on the others. Moving slowly with no tongue, sweetly and gently making all his moves say something.

"If you could be like this everyday, then... I would really want to stay," Jimin kisses his nose, and honestly he was still scared, still carful.

"I can do that.... but," Jungkook paused.

" but?" Jimin tilted his head to the side.

"Sometimes, something takes over me, I loose control... that's why you're not dead, I... I needed to reproduce," Jimin still had a question on the tip of his tongue.

"Why me? What about the others?" Jungkook thought for a moment.

"You smelled so good, but I couldn't eat you, I needed you, you were so beautiful, and the others wouldn't dare to come down," Jimin nodded, feeling as if this was his safety, his home?

"But... why did you do it the- the other night? When you already did it the first time," Jungkook sighed, but continued to explain, and massage the younger's hips while he was at it.

"Just in case I guess, in case you didn't get pregnant the first time, and when I took care of you... it triggered the beast within me, gosh I really hate it all, but you shouldn't worry no more, now that I've done it I'm hoping it will end," Jimin was confused but he understood why, why he did.

"You're so different from those other things, but deep down, you're like them as well... just like the things down stairs-"

"What?! Who- What things- who did you meet?!" Jungkook cut him off his eyes turning a blue gray color.

"Ummm.... Yoongi- And Jin-"

"Oh.. yeah them, I thought.." Jungkook got up, taking Jimin in his arms, going to the kitchen.

"Jungkook, how do you know them?" Jimin asked innocently, while Jungkook sat him on the couch, next to his little figurines.

He crouched down grabbing one of them. One that looked like an angel, soft round cheeks brown big eyes, plump redish lips, it looked just like the boy.

"Here," he handed Jimin the beautiful glass angel boy, that he resembled.

"What is this for?" Jungkook sat on the couch next to him, placing his hand on Jimin's cheek pecking his nose.

"I remembered, I got mad at you for touching them... I wasn't myself, and I wanted to give you this, this is the first one I ever got, sense things settled down and humans weren't screaming and-" Jungkook cut himself off.

"Thank you," Jimin smiles taking in the porcelain perfection in front of him, this was truly beautiful. He was scared he would brake it.

He's only seen things like this at his grandmothers house, long ago. And now he was holding one he could call his own. He hasn't discovered the world at all, hasn't touched or done so many things. All he could do was watch movies that were in the bunker, eat, and sleep. For nine whole years..

"It looks like you," Jungkook smiled sweetly, his mind getting a bit hazy from the boy's beauty.

Jimin let a small giggle out, as he leaned in, putting his head between Jungkook's neck and shoulder.

"And about how I know them..."