Jungkook banged his bedroom door shut, animosity rolling off of him in waves as Jin yelled after him, his voice turning fainter by the minute as the young boy focused on his feelings. Only a few days ago, Taehyung was here, having food prepared by his mother while playing video games sitting on the same chair that he slumped on.

His eyes had tears of agitation as he closed his ears, not caring about the words coming faintly to him but wishing he could go back in time and talk to his best friend for one last time. Taehyung was silent for a few weeks before he passed. He asked him time and time again if the boy was going through a difficult time, but the older always denied it, covering up his woes by grinning ear-to-ear to put Jungkook at ease. 

He couldn't get rid of the trail of what-ifs. 

What if Taehyung did it on purpose?

What if he forced his friend to talk?

Maybe Taehyung would have shared his predicaments with him.

Maybe he would have been able to offer help.

And maybe Taehyung would still be alive.

Jungkook flinched when Jin banged on his door. Sudden anger erupted inside him as he threw a bottle of water at it, making the metal collide with the door before falling to the ground. The sharp sound stung in the air and he cinched his head harder, wanting to find some peace like that of the sanctuary. 

Air swooshed in through the window and before Jungkook could think anything, all sounds stopped, as though they floated away with the wind. Jungkook blinked his teary eyes, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a satisfied moan. His legs were hesitantly taking him towards the door but they skewed when he saw Jimin's silhouette on his bed.

He should've known. Everything he felt in Jimin's presence started pressing on his chest harder. It was like a light switch working to flip the sensations in his body.

Jungkook made a run for the door and opened it. Something in his mind was offering the worst possible assumptions. He was expecting to see Jin's dead body lying on the floor, and that was what he found.

"You're too stubborn," Jimin smiled, effectively cutting Jungkook's bubbling panic off. "And he's just asleep." He pointed outside when Jungkook looked back at him with his doll, enlarged eyes, chest heaving.

The innocent-looking boy covered up the distance to his bed in clumsy strides before launching himself in Jimin's lap. The older male gripped his waist, securing him in his arms. Jungkook's lashes fluttered as he softly moaned, circling Jimin's neck with a demanding grip. "I am not stubborn."

"Sure," Jimin laughed, trailing the tips of his fingers over the teen's right cheek, causing the latter to shudder. "You can be anything but you are perfect, to me." He stated tenderly.

"I didn't want to leave without telling you. I am glad you got my note." Jungkook guided Jimin's other hand up his waist, making the man feel his skin that was alive for him. 

"What note?" Jimin asked absently, his focus solely on Jungkook's helpless and lust-filled eyes.

"The one in which I left my address."

Jimin was silent for a beat. 

Jungkook's brows dipped. "You didn't find my note. Did you?"

Jimin shook his head, his emphasis shifting to Jungkook's glistening lips that were dark pink after he bit on them. The man almost grunted in disapproval when Jungkook pulled himself away. He made it seem effortless, but Jimin knew better as he arched his brow in forewarning. "How did you know I live here?" Jungkook asked in an accusatory tone.

Jimin stood up, making it hard for Jungkook by taking a step closer towards him, toying with him with a superior smirk on his face. "Are you stalking me?" Jungkook's face turned pained. 

"Ah," Jimin looked up at the ceiling, thinking with amusement in his hazy gaze. "Stalking is devalued so much here on earth. Why would anyone wanna put it in a bad light? Anyway, I don't have to be here at all to stalk you. I can be anywhere in the universe and still keep tabs on you, darling."

"A-are you delusional?" Jungkook kept walking back towards his gaming chair, resisting with all his might the man that was an enigma. "What does that even mean?"

Jimin squarely stopped in the middle of the room, staring with bubbling heat in his gaze. "You love it when I make your body helpless, don't you?"  

"That's not what we are talking about right now."

"You love everything about my eyes on you. Tell me that you want me to drive the bottomless pleasure out of you."

"I do," Jungkook was sweating from head to toe as resistance began to abandon him slowly. Every square inch of his skin and every strand of his hair were squabbling for attention as he let Jimin catch on to him. 

The love they made on the floor was explosive and all-consuming. Jungkook never knew greater addiction than Jimin, he was now sure of it. He got the sense while in the middle of the action that he had experienced the same kind of pleasure before, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't place it. 

After Jimin milked him twice and carried him to the queen-sized bed, he fell on top of the man he was riding so carelessly. The intensity of the manic sensations that took over him in Jimin's vicinity vanished momentarily, and yet, with all the humanly possible feelings, he felt contentment seeping into his bones. He had experienced great happiness, but everything tasted less and less sweet as compared to what Jimin made him feel.

At the same time, there was also a disadvantage of Jimin not hijacking his brain. He felt like himself, capable of making up his own thoughts. He pulled away so he could roll over and face Jimin. The man's soft cock slipped from him as he adjusted his position. His dark eyes glowed steadily in the dimly lit room as he reached out and caressed Jimin's face, wanting to check for himself if the stranger was really a human. His stomach felt a knot form and twist. "How is anything that you've done humanly possible? Do you cast magic spells?"

"What if I am?" Jimin pulled him closer, kissing his lips. 

Jungkook's heart raced, fear mixing with the pleasure running through his veins. "I'd believe you."

Jungkook's insides cinched when Jimin made a sudden movement by getting up from the bed, wrapping the shirt around his naked torso, and without wasting any more minutes, getting into his pants. The young boy didn't want to feel the empty feeling that he suddenly got as he thought Jimin would just up and leave. 

The older walked over to the open window and looked outside. A few silent beats stretched between them. As the clock ticked by, Jungkook's panic settled, believing that Jimin wasn't leaving. Not yet. Even capable of rational thoughts, he didn't want that to happen, realizing too soon yet too late that he was a goner for this man.

"I am not what you want me to be. Neither am I what you think I am, but I can be everything that you expect." 

There was melancholy sailing with Jimin's words. Jungkook all but felt a pang straight to his heart. He jumped down from the bed, not caring about the soreness. He grabbed onto Jimin's palm and made the man look at him. His body naked, kissed by the moonlight, he was an aristocratic silver. Jimin was the dawn he wanted to borrow his reflection from. "Do you fear that I'll run away from you if you show me real you? Is that why you make me forget our precious nights together?"

Jimin smiled, his fingers gripping Jungkook's before pulling onto them so the younger drilled his personal space to collide with his chest. His other hand lazily twirled into the curls of Jungkook's black hair. "Indeed."

"You need not fear me, Jimin. I am afraid I am so much more into you than you are into me. Please tell me everything. I suspect, but that's that. My suspicions are not boundless. You have to tell me about you."

"I did promise you that I will," Jimin looked defeated while looking at Jungkook kindly. "You're still young, you're still learning, and I know all of this is new to you, but you make me feel alive. You have no idea how lonely I've been in this place. I performed my duty for eons, but I was so profoundly miserable... To be friendless, hated, and completely separated from anyone to speak with for months at a time."

Jungkook looked at Jimin with a distant look. As opposed to what one would assume, he had zero questions in his mind. 

"It was killing me. And then I saw you," Jimin's expression brightened. "You were a tiny little thing, the piece of me that held out hope that I could one day talk with you and get to know you."