Jimin focus

Hoseok's training was hard. The captain pushed them to their limits and further. For Jimin the warm-up with sprawls, squats and push-ups would already have been enough, but after the circle training with weightlifting, pull-ups, rope-climbing and sit-ups he was done. Next to him on the wooden floor lied Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi, and for some unexplainable reason Jungkook, all drenched in sweat and grasping for air. And the only one who looked passable was Taehyung whose tanned skin shone with sweat but who still stood on his feet. The V looked damn attractive, Jimin noticed, and his eyes suddenly were glued to the toned frame of the pilot.

"Seems like you had enough for today," Hoseok stated satisfied.

Jimin would bet that their captain had a sadistic streak. He had loved to drain them. But it was also impressive that the man still looked like he could do more though he had already done some sport in the morning. Regarding strength and condition, he truly was the captain.

But yesterday the older had become something more than that for Jimin. When he had seen the brunette dance, he had been reminded of his own childhood. Ballet and contemporary had been his way of expressing things that had been beyond words, and it had been the only thing he had truly felt free while doing. But the point was, he had seen the same joy he had experienced back then on the captain's features yesterday, and the urge of wanting to dance as well had bloomed in his chest. He wanted to dance with Hoseok. Maybe just to see what they could do together, but also because he hoped that it would make the captain see more in him than the annoying Charmer he seemed to be in his eyes.

"Jungkook," the warm voice of the doc interrupted his thoughts, "Come see me after showering."

Jimin saw the raven nod from the corner of his eye and wondered what this was about. Could it still be the same thing from back when he had done the fitness test and needed a pill? The happening from this evening came back to his mind, and he felt his cheeks getting even hotter than they already were. Fortunately, he was red as a tomato from training, so no-one would notice. The younger had not said anything about that incident during gun training. In fact, it had been like nothing had happened at all. Maybe this was good? At least it was easier that way. Getting into the tangled chaos of emotions was not clever on a mission.

Jungkook stood up.

"Help me," Jimin whined and stretched out a hand towards the soldier.

The iconic mischievous bunny smile lit up the younger's face and he grabbed his wrist to pull him up. But mid-movement, a shadow of pain briefly washed over the taller man's face. It was so short that Jimin could have imagined it, still it concerned him. He would ask the younger when they were not in front of all the others.

"Thanks," he simply said and followed Jungkook to the showers. His legs felt like jelly from the training.

But his legs were irrelevant when his gaze wandered over the body next to him. The movement of the raven's back muscles was mesmerizing when the younger pulled off his shirt, and Jimin was about to slap himself in the face to avoid staring, but that would be even more suspicious, so he continued stealing glances from the corner of his eye. Why did he have to be surrounded by so many attractive men? Why were they even a group of men and not one women? He always had felt more at ease surrounded by female colleagues.

"There are only four showers in the men's changing room," Hoseok said while entering, "But we can use the women's rooms, too."

Jimin nodded. He would gladly take that offer, not knowing if he would get a problem if he showered with three naked crewmembers. The shower cabin's, for what reason ever, were open and would grant a splendid view on at least two other men, so he chickened out.

"I'll use the women's," he said and grabbed his uniform to leave, suppressing a groan when he was granted the sight of their captain's upper body.

He seriously should get this under control, or he would get into big trouble. Not that anyone was homophobic, those times could only be found in history books, but having someone getting a boner while showering with you still was pretty intrusive. He would not want that to happen to him either.

When he entered the women's changing room, he stripped off his wet clothes and let them vanish into the ship's laundry system. Then he stepped into the smaller shower room that was separated from the changing area by a sliding door... and found himself confronted with a naked Taehyung.

The V tilted his head and grinned slyly. "Like what you see?"

Jimin bit his lower lip and vanished into the cabin next to the stunning pilot to at least have some kind of barrier between them. His plan of running had backfired heavily.

"Are you a shy one?" the stunningly deep voice asked, muffled by the white cabin wall between them.

Jimin did not know what to answer, so he kept quiet. He was a Charmer, so of course he was not shy, he just wanted to avoid trouble. If they were not on a mission that was so important, he would gladly make a move on the V, but, apparently, they were, so there was no way he would mess things up.

"Aren't Charmers naturally exhibitionistic?" the taller asked and Jimin could hear the smile in the deep voice.

"We're not exhibitionistic. We're just confident about our bodies," he retorted angrily.

"I'm sorry. But some seconds ago, you looked like you had a problem with naked bodies. I thought you'd pass out on me."

The pilot was unbelievable. "I just try to not mess things up on this ship, so would you shut up?"

"Oh, Jimin," he suddenly heard the deep voice right behind him and turned around in shock. Taehyung was standing in front of him in his whole naked glory and pearls of water ran down his tanned skin. Jimin subconsciously licked his lips. When he was able to force his eyes off the body to look into his colleague's face, he saw a mischievous glint in those coffee eyes. Taehyung stepped closer, making his stomach do a flip. "But you already started to mess things up, didn't you?"

Jimin could not process those words. The attractive body was way too close to his and all he could think of was how he wanted it to cross the space that still divided them and how it would feel to be pressed against those delicate abs. He felt his blood rushing somewhere it should not be, but he could not change a single thing about it.

"Jimin, stop!" he heard the whisper of the pilot who suddenly looked shocked and not mischievous anymore.

And that was all it needed to slap him back into reality. "Fuck," he pressed out and ran off to the changing area. His stupid Charmer nature had taken over, and he had put Taehyung under his spell. This was the truly annoying part of being a half-breed; when he got horny, he lost control of his ability to draw people in.

"I'm sorry," he shouted after he had toweled himself dry with one of the fluffy white towels and had put on his uniform. Some weird growl came from the other side of the sliding door, so he just rushed out of the room.

Why had Taehyung done this? Why had he come so close?

Jimin shook his head when he stepped into the elevator. He needed Jungkook. The younger always calmed him. Maybe it would have been better to shower in the men's rooms, but why had the V been in the women's anyways?

Well, because he was clever. He did not need a Hoseok to tell him. It was so difficult to handle Taehyung because his smartness was hidden behind all those nonsensical words and silly faces. Could the young pilot even be a normal kind of serious? Most likely not. It was unbelievable how someone like that could have a military background.

He looked at his private door for a moment but decided that changing into something else would take more time than he was willing to spend, so he went directly to Jungkook's and tapped the bell sign.

The younger had made Bang open the door and lied on his bed like the last time.

"Hey," Jimin greeted him and sat on the edge of the mattress, and like he had left all his problems in front of the door, he felt the tension flow out of his body. But when he saw the white pill on the nightstand, he sighed. "Again?"

Jungkook looked defeated.

"What is that for?" Jimin asked and took the pill between his thumb and index. It looked like a normal pill against headaches or fevers.

"It's against inflammations," Jungkook answered.

"And why would you need that?"

The raven grabbed the hem of his black turtleneck and pulled it up, baring a finger-long curling scar on his lower chest. Before Jimin could think about what he was doing, his fingertips already traced the weird shape. The skin around the scar looked smooth and healthy, nothing that would cause worries.

"It looks okay," he stated, oblivious to why his friend would need medication.

"On the outside," were Jungkook's weak words.

Jimin cringed. Was the younger suffering from an internal wound?

"I got shot on a space force mission and had a pneumothorax," the soldier clarified, making Jimin's jaw drop. A pneumothorax normally was deadly on a battlefield. "I survived though the cut was messy because of the bone splinters, but great physical stress is hard to handle for me."

Jimin just nodded, not done with processing the information, yet. "Was this the reason you came to-"

"Not really. Hoseok got me into the Academy one year after the incident," the younger answered, apparently knowing what he wanted to ask.

"What does Jin say?" Jimin wanted to know. The doc must know best if Jungkook was able to handle the battle they were heading into.

The soldier snorted. "He said I should find a method to reduce my psychological stress level because it would affect my performance."

Jimin understood. Maybe he even understood it better than Jungkook. As a soldier the raven suffered from the thought of not being good enough anymore due to his injury. He forced himself to go farther than he should to not show weakness, but, in the end, he made it worse. Someone like him needed completely different training. Not the two-hour military functional training of Hoseok, but a program that allowed his lungs to relax from time to time, an interval training. It still would cause his inner scar to get irritated, but not as much as it did now.

But how do you tell someone like Jungkook that they should take it slow when this was exactly what they would not want to hear?

Apparently, he had thought about this a little too long, because the younger was furrowing his brows at him.

"What's on your mind?" the soldier asked.

"You," Jimin said sincerely and smiled. "Take that pill. It'll make you fit for tomorrow."

The other looked frustrated. "Make me," he growled and looked provocative.

The last intercourse came to Jimin's mind again and he blushed madly. Why was he so shy when it came to Kook? He normally was not. Annoyed by his own behavior he calmed his mind and focused on the younger. Time to change that schoolboy attitude.

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could have just asked," he said cockily and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Jimin?" The younger's soft voice made his chest tingle again. "Would you kiss me?"

It was ridiculous how those few words made his heart speed up and his cheeks burn, but he was completely thrown off by the question. He had suggested it, yes, but he never would have guessed that Jungkook would actually ask him. For some seconds he could just stare at his friend.

But then an idea came to his mind. Slowly he bowed down, watching how the attentive chestnut eyes widened in anticipation, until their noses met, and then he stopped. He could feel Jungkook's jittery breath fanning over his skin and everything inside of him screamed to just crash their lips already and to lose himself, but all he did was placing a little peck on the corner of his friend's mouth. Barely a touch, more a brush of skin.

"Please, Jimin," he heard the younger whisper with so much desperation in the soft voice that it went straight down to his crotch, but he pulled back.

"If you take the pill," he just said, trying to hide the unsteadiness of his own voice. This was nerve-wracking for him, too, but he would use any trump card he had to make the raven help himself.

The look on the other's face was more than frustrated, but Jimin ignored it and went to the bathroom to get a cup of water. Back in the living area, Jungkook had sat up and waited.

"You're truly a master of manipulation," the younger said when he took the glass from him to drown the pill.

The words unexpectedly hurt. They hurt more than every other comment ever had, but they were the truth. He had done exactly what he always did in diplomatic matters. He used people's interest in him to manipulate them, and he had done the exact same thing to Jungkook, a friend. He was disgusted by himself. First Taehyung, now Jungkook. He was trouble in its purest form, destined to endanger their mission by simply being himself. He would love to slap himself right now for his stupid behavior.

Or better. He should stop coming to his friend's room and begin to shower in his private bathroom. And he should start that now.

"I'm off," he rasped out and was about to leave when Jungkook pulled him back on his wrist.

"Don't go! Whatever I did, don't go," Jungkook pleaded. The round chestnut eyes looked at him like he was the only thing that could prevent the end of the world. He almost laughed because he was more suited to do the exact opposite, but the look caused this delicious tight feeling in his chest, so how could he resist?

"Stay with me," the raven said quietly. How could a muscular frame like Jungkook look like a lost puppy? Who was the manipulator now?

Something in his eyes must have given away his defeat, because with one pull on his arm the soldier made him stumble over the edge of the bed and onto him, transforming them into a tangled mess on the mattress. The dizzying cinnamon scent of his friend enveloped him, and he could not resist pressing his nose into the pillow. This was way too tempting. His weak muscles suddenly felt overwhelmingly heavy, and the exhaustion finally swallowed his body. He would totally stay the night only for this smell though the warm body he was tangled with was inviting as well.

"You're weird," Jungkook said with a chuckle when he saw him breathing in the sheets.

"Shut up," Jimin growled and nuzzled deeper into the pillow. "How can you smell so good?"

Jungkook laughed happily and brushed the honey hair out or Jimin's forehead. "That's my question."

Jimin smiled widely. But then he realized that the younger was lying on his injured side and propped himself up on his elbow. "We should change sides. You shouldn't lie on your right."

"Yeah, that'd be good," the raven replied with a soft smile, but he did not make a move. He just stared at him like he was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

"We'll both have to move," Jimin stated with one eyebrow lifted.

Jungkook just sighed.

"Fine," he growled and crawled over the younger to roll him on his back and lay on the broad chest. He could hear the steady heartbeat of the raven and felt the regular up and down of breathing. This was unbelievably relaxing.

Some seconds after he had closed his eyes, two strong arms embraced him and pressed him even closer to the warm body underneath him. He never had felt more save than in this very moment. Not with his parents, not with his ex-lovers, never. It was strange because they only knew each other for two days, but still he begged that time would stand still and make this moment last forever.

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A loud snore woke Jimin up, and he realized that he still lied on his friend's chest. A little confused he looked around, but the small room did not give away anything about how long he had been seeping.

"Bang?" he rasped out and rubbed over his eyes.

"Yes, Jimin."

"How long have we been sleeping?"

"To hours, thirty-four minutes and twelve seconds," the AI answered.

"You know," Jimin mumbled, "Most people are satisfied with something rounded. Like two and a half hours."

"I'll memorize that," the uncle voice said.

"Good. Did the others already eat dinner?" he asked.

"Not yet."

"Perfect. Please, call them for dinner," he requested and stood up, cautious to not hurt Jungkook.

The younger looked so peaceful while sleeping. Just the soft snoring disturbed the beautiful sight and made Jimin chuckle.

"Kookie," he said and bent over the raven, "Kookie, wake up. It's time to eat." He brushed the hair out of the raven's face and poked his cheek. He looked so squishy and soft. Jimin could not stop poking the puffy cheek.

With a growl the soldier woke up and hugged himself in lack of Jimin's body on top of him. And when he realized his friend did no longer lie on his chest, he snapped up, making their heads bump.

"Ou, fuck!" Jimin cursed and squatted down holding his forehead.

"Shit, Jimin, are you okay?" the raspy wake-up-voice of the raven asked from above him, and a strong hand stroked through his hair.

With a pained smile Jimin looked up and met the concerned chestnut eyes.

"Kiss it better," he demanded and pointed at his forehead.

The iconic bunny smile appeared on Jungkook's face and he bent down to press a gently peck on his forehead. "Better?"

"Much," Jimin grinned.

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