''How many times have people asked you ''what are you thinking?'',

and you bluntly responded with a mere yet meaningful ''nothing''?

Well that nothing can be something for me.

It can be problems, it can be life, money, sex...

This nothing can also be you,

managing to occupy my mind 24/7.

Maybe it was an encounter with wrong timing

or perhaps the moment was exact right.

However, never forget...

People sometimes fall in love

with the wrong versions of their humans.

Versions that don't even exist.

Some souls are just meant to be though...''

this splendid?'' he asked the author.

''I cannot believe you had the audacity to bring him here! Without even informing me about it first'' Jungkook mumbled to the blond who looked quite amused by the situation.

''But you were fucking shy! For once in your life you were shy to talk to a person''.

''I wasn't shy Taehyung! The fact that all the things I am writing had happened to him makes me insane...I was afraid to talk to him, I wasn't bashful'' he admitted.

''However, Jimin is already crazy... about you'' Taehyung added, finally catching Jungkook's full attention.

''What are you even talking about ?''.

''Don't pretend that you don't know. He likes you already...The moment he entered the car to leave, he began talking about how great your work was and how freaking handsome you are''.

''R-Really?'' Jungkook inquired, all the assumptions and conjectures disappearing like a white cloud. Biting the tip of his cigarette, his mind drifted back to the older man's magnetic gaze. Jungkook wasn't falling in love easily but if he ever did he fell hard.

''I thought he was a loner but the moment I invited him with me he agreed on the spot. But what do I know? I barely know him... which is frustrating since you are aware of all his personality traits because of your own fucking book''.

''He doesn't match my desctiption though Tae'' Jungkook whined.

''You said he called you and you wrote it, he wore the exact same color you wrote... I can't understand why you still have doubts. Park Jimin and you are somehow magically connected''.

''I describe him as someone with compelling and dominant demeanor. He was rather kind and gentle yesterday''.

''Oh come on Jungkook! It's the first time he saw you, can you blame him? He might look like a guy who enjoys rainbows and fluffy cotton candy but who knows what he likes behind closed doors? I bet he enjoys a good whip and a conventional bondage'' Taehyung smirked and licked his lips teasingly.

''Damn Taehyung! You have no filter whatsoever''.

''Don't pretend you aren't thinking about him right now'' he grinned.

''Stop it! It's only six in the afternoon'' Jungkook complained because deep inside of him he knew, the moment that Taehyung left, he would certainly think of Jimin. Perhaps thinking about the man was his favorite activity these recent days.

After listening to Taehyung's advice to not tear the previous pages apart, Jungkook gave the man his jacket and escorted him to the door. Taehyung greeted the younger goodbye and Jungkook walked back inside after locking his door. Even though he loved the rain and enjoyed writing while listening to the waterdrops having a race on his window, the man hated the feeling afterwards. The intense petrichor was calming but the mess on his garden was major.

Throwing some logs in his fireplace and making himself a cup of coffee, Jungkook sat on his armchair and grabbed his pages. His glance stayed always a little longer on the man's familar name, Taehyung's words now sedating his mind.

He would never get tired of talking about Jimin's incandescent face. But he never focused on his body...

Damn, that body.

He had seen him covered with a cardigan and an oversized sweater yet he could still deduce the sin hiding underneath.

Lighting up a cigarette, he placed it between his teeth letting the smoke to flood the room and lust to fill his head. He was hungering for a man's body, a figure he was speechifying in countless pages but had only seen once up close. This one time was enough to drive his imagination wild, a jungle of craving and avidity.

With his fingers automatically reaching to unbuckle his belt, Jungkook quickly removed it and without even caring about the fact that this was weird, he slowly allowed his fingers to twirl around his cock.

Since he was already getting crazier at least something good could come out of this. With one hand holding his cigarette and with the other slowly pumping his member, Jungkook leaned his head back on the couch and realeased a puff of smoke. Jimin's image smirking on the armchair next to him with his own hand twirling against his rim was turning on Jungkook to a point he never thought he could reach.

It seemed so real, so prurient...He could hear Jimin's beguiling voice whispering provocative words in his ears. Lustful proposals that he had not the power or intention to deny. With his thumb tracing the tip of his cock and the rest of his palm massaging the base, Jungkook's high-pitched moans echoed in the four walls around him. Just by picturing the man, his own fictional creation, Jungkook began to feel the precum sticking on his fingers.

And when he reminisced Taehyung's words about what the man could do behind closed doors, he felt his dick twitch inside his hand. With blond locks disheveled, eyes seeing the stars of the red sky called carnality, mouth dripping saliva ready to swallow him whole, hands tied behind him like a prisoner and his gaze lecherous like a nasty slut, his pants lowered down exposing his defined v-line, Jungkook needed only to hear Jimin's voice to finish.

''Can you imagine if I was actually there Jungkook? How faster I would have made you orgasm? Jeon... Arousing you, automatically arouses me''.

And just by the mere thought of Jimin murmuring these words to his ear, Jungkook released all over his thighs, the messy spectacle caused by a real name and a simple picture. With his chest going up and down and his moans turning into less and less audible whimpers, the sudden noise of his bell made him flinch from surprise.

''Jungkook! It's Jimin...Can you please open the door? I am freezing out there'' the familiar voice resonated in the room and the raven haired began to curse out loud.

''Shit, shit...fuck, fucking shit!'' he swore, completely unaware of how to react.

''My car broke down a few meters back and I ran all the way here. Am I interrupting you or something?'' he shouted.

''It's like he knew I was masturbating'' he mumbled under his breath. ''Give me a minute Jimin'' he alarmed the older and went to clean himself.

The thought of writing on his papers a some sort of escape crossed his mind like a lightning bolt.

A potential ''Park Jimin leaves Jeon Jungkook's house at 18:43''.

However, did he really want to get rid of Park Jimin right now? He now had the chance to talk to him, meet him properly, try to get to know him. He wasn't going to blow his shot. Quickly he hitched up his pants, feeling so dirty during the process and instantly hid his files inside his cupboard's desk. Fixing his hair and placing his cigarette on the ashtray, he rapidly ran towards the door to welcome Jimin.

''I am sorry for the inconvenience but what took you so long?'' Jimin walked inside the house, his hair and cardigan soaking wet.

''I am so sorry Jimin. Make yourself comfortable and I will join you in five minutes. I have to go to the bathroom first'' Jungkook murmured awkwardly and ran upstairs to clean himself.

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''Sorry I kept you waiting, you just caught me really unprepared'' Jungkook commented when he climbed down the stairs. ''Godamn it Jimin, you must be freezing!'' he exclaimed and went to bring some more wood for the fire.

''Jungkook, you really don't have to. I am fine, it's just the shirt and I have let my cardigan to dry off on the heater...''.

''Take off your shirt, I will give you one of mine'' Jungkook retorted, completely ignoring the lopsided grin that clouded Jimin's features.

''Sure, thank you'' he agreed. Jungkook could barely hide the smirk that appeared on his face. If somebody else was in Jimin's position they would probably use the common phrase'' I don't want to trouble you'' or the usual ''It's not necassary'' yet the blond instantly complied. The man was an exact copy- maybe even the enhanced version- of his own creation.

Jungkook walked to his room and grabbed one of his woolen sweaters- a rare item in his closet-. A small blaze blinded his eyes but the moment he blinked the light was gone. Of course the man found it odd, since all his windows were shut to cause any possible reflections but considering the fact that he had a divine man waiting for him downstairs, he certainly had more significant things to deal with than a simple ray of light.

Walking down the stairs, holding the sweater with his right hand, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw Jimin waiting for him on the sofa -shirtless-. He could feel his voice stuck in his esophagus, his pupils dilating by the sight. Jungkook had a great body and he he knew how beautiful bodies can be. How did he manage to be that sterling?

The plains on his chest were still unexplored, like wild valleys covered of white lillies. His ribs weren't unscathed, a black tattoo givng off the indescribable feeling to trace his sides. His defined collarbones running like sea waves on his chest, an unfathomed ocean that many would desire to swim in, to discover its treasures and the secrets it had to offer.

''Jungkook it's just a chest. We are both men here'' Jimin remarked, his eyes never leaving the raven haired.

''I never expected you to be that straightforward, that's all'' the younger of the two stated, even if he was aware that he had described him in his book just like that. ''Here, I hope it's warm enough'' he handed him over the sweater.

''Thank you'' he smiled. ''May I ask you a question?''.

''If I can answer''.

''About your sinistrophobia...How bad is it? I don't mean to mock you, I just find it pretty intriguing. Such a man...being scared of something so simplistic'' he taunted him playfully.

''It's not that bad. I don't even know how it started. Let's say... My fridge is on the left side of my kitchen but I never place food on the left side of the shelf. My closet is on the left corner of my room but I never hang my clothes on the left hangers. I...shit... I clean my entire bookcase but not the left corners'' he chuckled.

''Damn Jungkook! Do you at least have sex on the left side of the bed?'' he laughed, catching the younger off guard.

''Believe me Jimin... When it comes to sex, I don't reflect on my phobia''. Who is shy now Kim Taehyung...

Damn, the blond was the precise duplicate of what he had written. He was a loner who could make a great impression easily if he wanted to.

''That's good to know. Very good to know''.