between the pages of his own novel, Jeon Jungkook slept on the surface of his mahogany desk. His fists were still curled, his phone still in his palm as if he was expecting someone to call him.

And he indeed expected someone.

Because deep inside, in the deepest abyss of his soul, Jungkook wanted Jimin to give him a call. Even if he couldn't believe the whole situation he got himself into, the twenty three year old had a certain interest on the blond. Not just because he wanted to explore his demeanor and the way he acts but due to the fact that if this whole thing was true, Jeon Jungkook could actually control Park Jimin's entire life.

But yesterday the raven haired was so tired, so exhausted from trying to understand what the hell was going on that he forgot to activate his alarm clock. Thankfully, a phone call woke him up from his sleep.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, blinking multiple times in an attempt to adjust to the sunlight that was pervading the curtains. Rubbing his drowsy irises with the sleeves of his shirt, he automatically lifted his hand, only to see an unknown number. Having forgotten the last sentence he had written yesterday night, Jungkook answered the call with a raspy, hoarse ''hello''.

''Jungkook...This is Jimin... Umm, hi'' the mellow voice mumbled from the other line. Jungkook jumped from his seat, almost losing his phone from his grip but he managed to regain his composure quickly. Trying to soften his voice, he placed the device back on his ear, his eyes slightly getting a glimpse of the time. It was one o' clock, just like he had written.

''H-hi Jimin...I didn't expect you to call me that fast'' he smirked to himself. For an odd reason, the man's wonderful face jumped in his imagination for a quick moment. Yet the image disappeared like a thick cloud of smoke and Jungkook had to swallow his saliva twice.

''Well, I called you to talk about the book... I mean since you are a writer, you must be able to detect worthy or not so appealing books. But this one... it's nothing compared to yours but it was still quite excellent. Do you have free time or am I bothering you? Cause if I do I could easily call you some other time...''.

''Jimin, Jimin, slow down'' Jungkook uttered and his mouth curved into an alluring smile. The man was speaking really fast as if the anticipation to speak to the author was killing him. ''I have all the time in the world'' he murmured and stretched his sore limbs.

''Oh great... So Taehyung drove me back to my apartment last night and the first thing I did was to grab the book and read it. I have seen the movie a couple of years ago but sometimes the movie doesn't do the book justice. Yet I immediately loved it...It's fascinating, it's a shame you haven't read it. The characters, the remarkable descriptions of Italy... And I am talking too fast again, aren't I?'' he chuckled.

''It's okay. I love that you get impressed that easily...But I don't want you to spoil anything. I haven't seen the movie or read the book'' the younger mumbled and happiness overtook his face.

For a minute Jungkook allowed Jimin to talk endlessly while he was trying to find a rather credible excuse to ask the man what he is wearing right now. Jungkook swore to himself that if Jimin was wearing blue he would potentially flip out.

''Jimin, sorry to interrupt you but may I ask you a question?'' the man took the courage to question the older.

''Oh yeah, ask me whatever''.

''I may be attending a party tonight and... oh my God, this question is so silly'' Jungkook attempted to sound as awkward as possible.

''Oh, come on Jungkook. I won't judge, you know me... you don't know me well but you know what I mean'' the blond spoke through the speaker.

''Alright. So, I might go to a party tonight but I have a terrible fashion sense. But when I saw you yesterday I quite liked the way you were dressed and I am wondering... if I could ask for advice''.

''Are you kidding? I mean..., sure... What kind of color would you like to wear tonight?''.

''I was going for something blue to be honest'' Jungkook claimed and raised an eyebrow waiting for Jimin's answer.

''Blue is a wonderful choice. It will bring out your eyes''.

''You think? I mean do you think it would suit me that much?'' Jungkook continued trying.

''Umm... yes I think so. I mean our skin tones are practically the same and I am wearing blue right now and I think I look good in it...''.

The young raven haired thought of himself as someone twisted. Because as much as he was hating and as much as he was trying to explain the situation... he loved the fact that someone as beautiful and kind was under his spell. With a drop of ink, with the alteration of a word... Park Jimin could be turned into a doll.

Jungkook was really proud with his writing and with the way he described Jimin's appearance. But he has given the man certain traits. Traits that he didn't want to experience first hand. Tearing up the previous pages had no use. It's not like it was possible to change someone's whole personality with the help of an eraser.

Or could he?

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''I shouldn't have come. You made me look like a fool yesterday, getting rid of me like I am a worthless piece of shit'' Hoseok spoke sternly. Jungkook was barely paying attention to him despite the fact that he was the one who called the older in the first place.

''I told you... I had guests yesterday. And even if you don't want to believe me they were two men. Plural'' Jungkook remarked and continued typing. His delicate fingers were pressing on the metallic keys in a rapid speed and Jungkook's heart was beating faster with every word he typed.

''It's not like you would say ''no'' to a threesome, I know how kinky you are'' Hoseok complained and grabbed his wine from the table.

''Hoseok, one of them is a friend of mine'' Jungkook said almost disgusted.

''And the other?''.

''It's complicated with the other'' the younger smirked and continued clicking on the letters.

The older raven haired stood from his seat and approached Jungkook with a humdinger smile. The man had barely noticed the sculpted jaw that landed on his shoulder nor the strong pair of hands that engulfed him from behind.

''I didn't come here to see you writing'' Hoseok whispered and gently pressed a kiss on the younger boy's earlobe.

''Can you just give me a- fuck...'' Jungkook growled when he sensed the tips of Hoseok's fingers making their way under his almost see-through shirt.

''I don't take ''no'' for an answer Jungkook... Come on'' he urged the man, his fingers tracing Jungkook's sensitive nipples.

''Not now...''.

''Come on Jungkook...''.

''Let me finish my chapter godamn it!'' he shouted and turned his head to face Hoseok.

The man was staring at him with an indifferent gaze until he retrieved his hands from Jungkook's figure. The corners of his mouth quirked up and a muscle in his jaw twitched. With a vein popping from his neck, Hoseok brought his hand forward, cupping the younger's face too amain.

''Listen to me Jungkook, I might look like a gentle guy but when somebody pisses me off I can be pretty fucking intimidating. If you think that I am a toy you can summon whenever you are horny, then you are fucking mistaken'' he warned him.

With a rapid movement, Jungkook pushed Hoseok away from him and stood up abruptly.

''Wan't this our agreement?''.

''Our agreement also involved sex but we aren't doing it now, huh?''.

''You are fucking obsessed with sex!'' he yelled at the man with mahogany eyes.

''I am the obsessed one? Really Jungkook? Have you seen yourself? You are rotting here, spending all your life writing a novel that nobody might ever read while real life and real people are out there! You are avoiding life!'' he thundered.

''No Hoseok. I am avoiding you'' Jungkook spoke with no remorse, the words dripping from his mouth like hemlock ready to kill. ''I want you out of my house in a minute'' he ordered the older who was taken by surprise.

''Jungkook...'' he retorted.

''No. And this...'' he said angrily and opened his wallet '' This is for your hard work'' he grunted and threw the money at his face.

The dumbfounded twenty six year old began to grab his stuff, sadness clouding his features. With no words or apologies, Hoseok reached the exit and stared at the young man's dark amber pearls for a last time.

''Whatever bad happens to you, whatever excruciating occurs...You will fucking deserve it'' he sneered and with a wide grin on his hypnotic, chocolate face, Hoseok left Jungkook standing there, contemplating if he should run behind the male and apologize for his behavior.

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The embrace of the moon and the sun had ended an hour ago, the dark veil of the night covering the small city like a cocoon made of black blankets and shiny, little stars. Surprisingly, the sky seemed darker above Jungkook's house, a thick cloud of nightmares and forbidden words raining above the residence.

The writer had just finished chapter two, quite satisfied with the outcome. Now, he decided to focus more on Jimin's inner personality, throwing some dashing facts.

''Park Jimin had a heart made of oceans and deserts. Painted with the deepest blues, shades of topaz and glistering sky blue tracing his skin, the man's honey dripping voice was a miracle made from the fallen as a gift to the ones already down. Drawn with the softest yellows, in shades of tawny and lemon, Jimin could be described as a golden man trapped in golden silk''.

''But if you dug deeper, deeper than the spellbinding eyes and sinful smirks, you were revealing the real treasure. A trove of obsidian and cerulean jewels. Nothing soft or gentle, nothing fragile and delicate seemed to exist in this abyss. Only, lustful red ribbons and metallic, cold chains that could wrap you up on his finger. A persona with two probable outcomes on a man with one face''.

''You are the one who must choose wisely''.

He should have kept that page and that piece of advice just for himself.