《Let's stop | KookMin/Jikook》Hurt
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Jungkook's POV
I hurried back to my room before hyung could see me. I heard every word, saw everything and their face expressions. I never knew that Jimin hyung felt this way, that he was hurting too. Guess as he said, I was too caught up in my own feelings. It has been weeks, I need to talk to him and sort this out. Enough of being a kid.
After sitting by myself for hours and replying how I should start a conversation with him I stood up. My eyes were red and there were dark circles under them, great. I made my way down the stair to grab some drinks for me and Jimin hyung.
"Eomma, where's Jimin hyung?"
"He's in his room, finally decided to talk to him?" Jin asked, and I nodded.
"Good luck." He said
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Author's POV
Jungkook slowly and hesitantly made his way to Jimin and Hoseok's room. He knew Hoseok was out with Taehyung, so there was nothing interfering. He knocked but no one answered. Carefully he opened the door to see a sleeping Jimin, he decided to turn but heard someone crying. Without thinking he run to Jimin to check on him.
He turned Jimin to see his beautiful face covered by tears, looks like he's having a nightmare, Jungkook thought.
"No please, one year is too little. Please extend it more, only by some months if not years, please!" he pleaded in his dream. But what Jungkook didn't know was that Jimin wasn't dreaming. He was so scared for his hyung, he had seen Jimin like this countless time. The only thing that calmed his hyung was when Jungkook kissed him, he got to know after the first three times.
Jungkook made his way to Jimin's lips. How he's missed them, it was such a long time since the last one. As he connected their lips, electricity went down his spine, like he actually could see fireworks and sparks. Suddenly he felt Jimin kissing back, the hyung who didn't like him that way. But again, he was unconscious, so there was no way Jimin knew it was him.
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Jimin felt someone's lips on his. Oh, come on, I was in the middle of a conversation. Why am I always interrupted during these conversations, he thought. He wanted to beat the shit out of that person, but as time passed by, he got addicted to these lips. He could not resist anymore as he leaned in to the kiss.
Soon the innocent kiss from Jungkook turned into a hot make out session. Jimin was still in deep sleep to see whom he was kissing. He bit the other's lower lip and asked for entrance. Jungkook being fully awake granted without fighting for dominance. He had wanted this a long time before. Jimin actually kissing him back, being awake or not.
As he opened himself for his hyung, Jimin's tongue immediately began to explore the latter's hot cavern and taste every bit of it. Why are these lips so addicting he thought? It seemed like they had been kissing for a long time, because Jungkook began to pant for air as his lungs couldn't take it anymore. He broke the kiss softly and leaned back to look at his hyung swollen lips.
"Huh, he's been eating my lips, so why are his swollen?" he said loud.
He saw Jimin move in his sleep, and no way Jungkook was going to be there all flustered when Jimin woke up. So he decided to leave before he could wake up, with the drinks still in his hands. He run back to his room to be greeted by Yoongi.
"So, did you two talk?" The older asked with a smirk on his face.
"N-no, he was a-asleep." He said between heavy breaths.
"Oh really?" Was all Yoongi said as he stood up to leave.
"Hyung what did you want to tell m-
"Mirror Kookie, mirror." He said and left.
He didn't believe what he saw. His lower lip was slightly injured by Jimin's teeth, and he was right. He's lips looked like they had been eating on!
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