it's that time ladies and gents
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"Why have you stuck around me for so long?"

Jimin and Jungkook lay tangled together on the older's couch, eyes barely focused on the television show that played out in front of them. Jimin wore Jungkook's sweater, the piece of clothing being too big for him in the most perfect way possible.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow at the question, shifting his gaze so that he could look at Jimin's expression better. The brunette's own gaze was downcast, eyes fixated on the patterns of the blanket that was draped over them. "I just... I thought that you were more of just in a fuckbuddy mindset for me, I guess." He sighed, still refusing to look Jungkook in the eye. "But you've stuck around for so long... and sometimes you say and do things to me that are just a bit too intimate, get it?"

"What do you mean by 'too intimate'?" Jungkook asked, hand rubbing up and down Jimin's bicep. He couldn't quite seem to pick up on the fact that the situation they were currently in was exactly what Jimin was talking about.

"Jungkook." Jimin sighed. "Calling me 'your baby'?" He suppressed a shiver at the thought. "Taking me out on dates? Staying the night so that we can have coffee together in the morning?" He shuffled away from Jungkook slightly. "I'm just trying to figure out what your intentions are."

Jungkook gulped, tensing up and pulling back a bit. And so it finally came to the point where Jungkook was going to have to make a decision.

Turn him down and potentially risk breaking his heart, or tell him that he'd like to further the relationship and risk getting into trouble with the devil.

In the end, he was a demon, so he shouldn't care about breaking Jimin's heart. He should be able to rip it in two and watch Jimin cry over it without feeling a twinge of remorse.

The decision, should be easy. Should be. But it wasn't, and that troubled Jungkook.

"Jimin..." He sighed, trying to figure out the correct words to cause the least damage. "I... I do like you." Why was this so difficult? "I just don't think I'd like it to become something more serious, you know? I like it where we are."

Jimin's eyebrows furrowed, as if trying to wrap his head around the words.

"So you don't want to be fuckbuddies, but you also don't want to actually date." He spoke, confusion written across his every feature. "We're basically already dating, Jungkook. What's the issue with putting a label on it?"

"Because we aren't dating." Jungkook huffed, sitting up and leaning away from Jimin.

"But we could be." Jimin urged, watching how Jungkook was slowly sliding away from him.

"But I don't want to be." Jungkook finalized, and the look that Jimin gave him was so distraught that he had to look away. Maybe that was harsh, but he had to be harsh in order to get his point across.

"Then what do you want?" Jimin's voice was laced with irritation, clearly becoming annoyed with all of the different messages Jungkook was sending his way.

"I want you." Jungkook breathed. "But I can't have you."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows.

"And why can't you?" He asked. "You can clearly see that I want you as well, so what's stopping you?"

Jungkook groaned softly and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't call Jimin his "boyfriend" or whatever the older may have been looking for. He also, however, really didn't want to push him away.

This was so, so difficult, when it really shouldn't've been.

"Jimin-"

Once again, the sound of a knock at Jimin's door had them stopping what they were doing. Though this time, maybe they were a bit happy that they were being stopped.

Jimin was getting tired of watching Jungkook try to come up with excuses, and Jungkook was getting tired of trying to make them.

"Come in." Jimin called, standing up and walking over to the door after sending one last indecipherable look at Jungkook.

Jungkook watched him as he walked. He watched how he completely drowned in his sweater, the oversized fabric reaching down to mid thigh on him. He observed how Jimin rubbed his eyes, his glasses discarded on the table in front of the television.
He looked at Jimin from head to toe as he walked towards the door, taking in everything that he could possibly be losing.

He hated that he cared.

The door swung opened, and Jungkook watched with curious eyes as Jimin was met with a girl. She looked strangely familiar, a neatly folded sweater in her arms as she looked up to Jimin.

"I have your sweater." She smiled, holding out the cream coloured fabric towards Jimin. She was shorter than Jimin by quite a few inches, and she was definitely extremely pretty. He couldn't quite place where he had seen her before, and so he quickly chose to decide that meant she couldn't be all too important.

That was extremely easy to believe, right up until she looked past Jimin, and they locked gazes.

Her eyes widened, resolve from before seeming to completely crumble away as her eyebrows furrowed and her lips turned down into a deep frown. "Jimin." She mumbled, eyes darting from him to the unfamiliar looking and obviously too big sweater Jimin wore. "Didn't know you had company over."

Jimin was taken aback by how cold her words suddenly seemed, turning around so that he could follow her line of vision. His eyes landed on Jungkook. He was confused, but for some reason not all that surprised.

"I do." Jimin nodded, using his fingers to motion Jungkook over to them. "You don't know him, do you?"

The girl watched Jungkook's every move as he walked over to them, shamelessly showing off the marks on his neck that Jimin had created prior to their disagreement. Jimin was slowly finding it hard to be mad at him, Jungah was quickly finding it easier.

"I don't." She answered shortly, looking up to meet Jungkook's gaze once the male stood in front of her. "But he knows Taewon." Jungkook's eyes widened. "Don't you?"

And everything clicked.

Just his luck. Of course that in the one relationship that he broke up, the girl had to be one of Jimin's friends. He was trying to get Jimin to not hate him at that moment, but he could only assume that things were going to go downhill at an even faster rate because of her.

"Taewon meant nothing." Jungkook answered curtly, leaning against the doorframe and ignoring Jimin's confused expression. "It was one night, it was meaningless to me and he was drunk. I don't see what you're so upset about."

That was the last piece needed for Jimin, who was piecing together the story from the sidelines to try and figure out what was going on.

Taewon had cheated on Jungah with a man, and he could only assume that was Jungkook. It would make sense why he ran into Jungkook on the stairs that day then, he was probably on his way back from Taewon's.

For some reason, he assumed it was out of remorse for his friend, his heart ached at the thought of Jungkook with anyone other than him. He hated that Jungkook was probably still sleeping around behind his back while they saw each other.

He hated the fact that he still wasn't furious at Jungkook, the most.

"I'm upset about the fact that my boyfriend can't be trusted anymore!" Jungah exclaimed, Jimin immediately raising an eyebrow.

"You're back together?" He asked, Jungah huffing in response as she glared at Jungkook.

"It's complicated." She mumbled, Jungkook smirking softly at her words.

"Alright." He shrugged. "So you're mad that you can't trust him anymore." Jungah nodded. "What's that got to do with me?"

Jungah fumbled for words, despising the fact that he was making complete sense. She just wanted to yell at him, wanted to cuss him out and blame him for the collapse of her relationship. But she couldn't, and she couldn't figure out why, there seemed to be something that was dulling down her anger towards him.

"You're the reason I can't trust him!" She exclaimed. "You slept with him!"

Jungkook smirked, nodding before stepping over the threshold of the apartment.

"That I did." He chuckled, a smug look on his face. "He was good too."

All Jungkook wanted to do was to prove Jungah's anger irrelevant and watch her flounder for words.

However, he also managed to stomp on Jimin's heart in the process.

He pressed a quick kiss to Jimin's forehead before retreating down the hallway, but Jimin barely felt it. The words ringing in his ears made him feel numb.

'He was nothing. It was meaningless." Was that how Jungkook thought of him as well? He was just a bed warmer after all, wasn't he?

'He was good too.' Was that all that mattered to him? Would being with Jimin just end up being something that he could flaunt?

Jungkook didn't care about him. From the blatant refusal to escalate the relationship, to the way that he treated his relationships with others, it was hard to ignore.

Jungkook didn't care.

A tear slid down Jimin's face, one that he didn't even realize had built up.

Why did he want Jungkook to care so badly? Why was his chest aching so horribly as he watched the taller male disappear down the hallway?

He wanted to call him back over, but he wouldn't. He couldn't with Jungah there with him:

He brought the collar of Jungkook's sweater up to his nose, fresh tears rolling down his face as he took in the distinct scent that only Jungkook wore.

Why was it that he cared so deeply for somebody who had been playing him the entire time?

"Are you alright, Jimin?" Jungah asked softly, bringing one of her hands up to rest on her friend and shoulder.

He sniffled a few times, using Jungkook's sweater to dry his face. Jungah watched with concern written all over her features.

And Jimin nodded wordlessly.

He knew that if he spoke, she would be able to detect the lies that were leaving his mouth.

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