"My husband shot me today, that's how great my day was at work," said Jimin, sarcasm dripping from every word and Jungkook internally flinched.

Here it begins.

It's going to be a really looooong night for sure and Jungkook knew the couch was his tonight.

Well, there's no harm in trying to douse the fire though, right?

"I'm making us dinner," Jungkook squeaked.

So much for playing it cool.

"Oh yeah. Dinner. That will help me get my lost blood back," Jimin snapped.

Jungkook turned to face the older male and cautiously took a step towards him. When Jimin didn't seem like he would snap Jungkook's neck in half, he inched a step closer.

"Baby," he said slowly, making sure there was enough gap in between them for him to turn tail and run if needed.

His eyes landed on Jimin's bandaged arm and he felt guilty but no way in hell was he gonna get any closer to the glaring male.

"I'm so sorry I shot you. I didn't mean to hurt you—"

"You just happened to aim the gun my way and pull the trigger right?" Jimin smiled darkly.

"Yes," Jungkook blurted and then his eyes went wide, "fuck. I mean, no!"

Jimin's eyes narrowed into slits and Jungkook gulped. He was seconds away from pissing his pants.