There are mistakes one makes because the end result brings them some satisfaction, even at the cost of something, like getting high, but it didn't cost Jungkook something, he knew it would cost him everything for the mistake he committed. Jimin was the creature that one finds in the woods. It lures you off the road and you gladly follow it. To your doom.

He heard his mother tell him hundreds of horror stories as a kid, but there was something common in all of them. It was how everyone made the same decision to get lured off. Albeit the stories were common, they never learned a thing.

He could now see why. Jimin was the moss green of the dark forest, black of a relinquishing supernova, the icy cold of the highest peak. How could he have thought of running in the opposite direction when he wanted to explore the unexplored? 

After Jimin warned him to not wear anything anyone gave him, because he said it would never work to keep him away, he let him go home after three days. 

It was a constant bliss of Jimin's body on top of him, under him, in front of him, and behind him as the man fucked him with a virility that would bring Stallion to shame. Jungkook knew he was just a toy for Jimin for whom the man was a tad more than possessive. Nothing less, nothing more. Like a favorite whore.

Jimin didn't make Jungkook go mindless with lust for those three days, and that only made the teenager feel all the more dread. It settled deep in his belly. He couldn't sleep at night, the dark shadows under his eyes were screaming proof of that. Every time he tried, he ended up gasping for air after seeing nightmares that seemed too real. 

He was scared of Jimin now, wholly, but his lust was bigger than his fear. On the fourth day when Jimin appeared in his room, he was determined that he would talk to the man, and reason with him to leave him. After all, he never tried that. He was fifty percent sure that the man would listen to him. But when Jimin sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh, Jungkook found himself obeying his silent command. 

He sat on his lap and then the man started kissing him like he wasn't a toy, like...he meant so much more to him? 

Jimin kissed him gently at first, gouging his reaction, and then went harder, his tongue crashing to find Jungkook's. The boy moaned, knowing he was being loved and cared for at that moment, then Jimin took off his clothes and kissed his body like he was celebrating him. 

Jungkook eyes were teary with a heady feeling. When Jimin entered him slowly, gentler than before, he didn't ask Jungkook if he was okay. Instead, he asked what was he thinking. Jungkook was afraid in an instant, his eyes widening, thinking Jimin must also have a way of peeping inside people's minds because he sure knew messing with their heads, but Jimin almost looked ashamed for a moment after seeing the younger's reaction before he asked Jungkook to hold onto him tight. 

Jungkook did, out of fear more than obedience at that moment, and Jimin kissed his mouth over and over, shielding his body in the warmth of his own. Jungkook didn't speak to Jimin after. When the pain came in the morning, Jimin soothed him and made him whole again.

It kept going every night after that night.  

A week later, Jungkook was feeling better, the anxiety slowly fading, seeing his parents back from the temple. They were slipping into their normal and old routine, but it really wasn't the same for Jungkook. He knew once he closed his bedroom door, he would find Jimin there, ready to make him feel all kinds of way. 

He never dared to speak about Jimin to his father again, not wanting to risk anything. His father was vigilant around him more than his mother, which told Jungkook that he might not have said anything to her about the other day.

Jin had gone back home earlier in the day and there were just three at the table, having dinner. "You seem much better now, Kookie," his mother began slowly. 

"I am," Jungkook said flatly. "I do feel better, too."

"Great news. I was thinking you might have to start the semester later, but if you are fine, I think you can go for a few days and see your new school."

Jungkook nodded. The summers were so crazy that he almost forgot that he had a future ahead of him. He and Taehyung had taken the university exams together. He never found out if Taehyung also got in. He tried to picture what would it look like if his friend was still alive. "I wanted to talk to Appa about that actually," Mr. Jeon raised his brows. "I need to go shopping for the school. Just some new notebooks and some clothes."

"Oh," the man let out a distressed breath, smiling now. "We'll all go, but I am needed at the temple tonight, so maybe tomorrow?"

Jungkook nodded mutely, more than satisfied with the answer as he went back to eating. 

He took his time, savoring his meal and then helping his parents in cleaning up. Mrs. Jeon chuckled at him at first, telling him to go on, but he insisted he would love to help. 

He dried the dishes while his mother washed them and his father cleaned the stovetop and the dining table. When Mr. Jeon switched with him, he took the trash out and sprayed some freshener in the living hall. He didn't want to go back to his room just yet, feeling Jimin's presence there vividly. 

"Do you wanna watch a movie, Eomma?" He asked his mother. Examining her face, he knew she looked tired. 

"Sure," she still smiled. Kissing her husband good night, she walked over to the fridge and took out ice cream. 

Jungkook watched her transferring the ice cream to two bowls before she strolled to the couch where he was sitting with a remote in his hand. He switched to Netflix and then searched for the animation movies. 

His mother passed him a bowl when they settled. She was hardly eating, but she willed herself to give Jungkook company. 

Twenty minutes in, Jungkook yawned. His neck craned to look at his mother and he found her eyes closed. 

The living room was illuminated with blue light from the TV, the color changing to pink, yellow, green, and a kaleidoscope. He got up and took the dirty bowls to the sink. He realized it wasn't even midnight, but because they turned off the lights sooner than usual, it seemed like it was. 

He never carried her mother, but he was tempted to try, confident that he could bring her all the way to her bedroom, but at the last moment, he decided against it and brought a blanket to her instead. Tucking her in, he kissed her cheek and mumbled "Sweet dreams" before sighing and standing straight. 

He looked back at his bedroom door which was shut. He knew who was behind it with the same surety that he knew that the Sun would rise in the morning. He began walking towards it slowly. Just as he presumed, Jimin was lying on his bed over his elbow with a book a few inches from his face, reading in the dark. 

Hearing Jungkook shut the door, he perched up.

"Can you really read that in the dark?"

"Yes," Jimin answered honestly and watched Jungkook taking off his shirt and changing into cotton nightwear. 

Jungkook remained quiet and moved to the bathroom. Once he was done with his night routine of brushing his teeth and washing his face, he returned to bed. He could see Jimin's keen eyes on him when he lay down. He came in here thinking he was too tired to have sex tonight, but just as his back hit the bed, the masculine and clear fragrance of Jimin sent blood rushing to his cock. It started swelling slowly, so he turned and brought his knees closer to his belly, to hide it. 

Jimin laughed slowly. "You look beautiful tonight," he praised Jungkook, lying in front of him and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. 

Jungkook didn't say anything.

"Darling," Jimin took Jungkook's palm in his, pulling him closer so that their chests touched. "We can just talk tonight, you know."

If Jungkook's eyes went any wider in shock, he would risk losing his eyeballs. "What?" He said tersely. There was never a day when they didn't fuck since he met Jimin, even when Jungkook thought he was ill, even when he was ill, but hearing Jimin say that made him question so many things.

Jimin knew he could turn on the teenager with just one expert touch, but he could feel the boy's resistance. It wasn't due to fear, but Jungkook's human body had reached its threshold and it needed some downtime.

"W-will you be okay without it?" Jungkook asked. He thought Jimin couldn't survive without sex, like it was food for him, just like humans needed oxygen to survive, but he now realized that sex was maybe always...optional.

"Of course," Jimin now brought his palm to Jungkook's head and gently began to scratch his scalp. "Although, I should warn you... I do need you like I need food, but skipping one meal won't make me weak. You can rest tonight."

A fierce shot of hormones brought a big smile to Jungkook's face, the kind which Jimin hadn't seen in almost two weeks, the kind that made not fucking Jungkook tonight worth it.