Jungkook steadied himself as soon as they left the party hall leaving the very dumbfounded actress behind. Jimin hit the elevator button and Jungkook leaned on the wall, resting his head on it. He was drunk, but not drunk enough to not know his surroundings. But it will still leave him with a bloody hangover next morning and he regretted it already.

When the elevator opened, he followed Jimin mutely. But his thoughts began racing the moment the doors closed. Jimin hit minus two, where his car was parked. Jungkook didn't ask how he knew that. All he could see was the man, who took his breath away by just existing.

The way Jimin defended him earlier was such a turn on. For a moment, he saw the old Jimin there. Jimin turned to lock his gaze with him when he sensed him staring.

"That was hot," Jungkook murmured and then smiled. "You saw her face?"

"I did." Jimin was fighting a smile, but Jungkook could tell the eldest was rather pleased with himself and didn't regret it a bit.

"I hate parties." Jungkook ran a hand over his face and ruffled his hair. The moment of lucidity didn't last because he felt his body sway again.

"I know."

"I feel sick." He clutched his head and felt a pair of strong hands steadying him. Jungkook tried to speak, but no words came out. He buried his face in Jimin's neck, releasing a sigh as his mild soapy fragrance teased his nostrils. "You smell so good..." he mumbled before going limp in Jimin's arms.

***

Jimin stared at his boss who was passed out at the back of the taxi. When Jungkook slumped into his arms earlier, he had straight away booked a Kakao taxi. The problem now was he didn't know where Jungkook lived. It was too late to bother Byeol and Taehyung wasn't answering his call.

With no other option, he decided to bring Jungkook to his apartment. Jungkook barely stirred when he pulled him out of the taxi and supported to the elevator. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach as he entered his apartment with his boss. He had only one bedroom and the couch was too uncomfortable to sleep. Looks like I have to take the couch for tonight.

He supported Jungkook to his bedroom and guided him to the bed. Jimin then stripped Jungkook's long coat and removed his shoes before removing his belt. Jungkook mumbled something when Jimin removed his belt and set it on the head side table.

With a sigh, Jimin set to change for the night. After a quick shower, he changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He ruffled his wet hair and was about to leave the bedroom when Jungkook mumbled again, he was flailing his arms and kicking his legs as if he was having a nightmare.

"Mr. Jeon." Jimin rushed to him.

Jungkook's eyes shot open, he blinked a few times as he looked around once and his gaze settled on Jimin's face.

"It's okay. You're in my apartment," Jimin said softly. "Go to sleep now."

Jungkook relaxed and rested his head on the pillow. He shook his head once and blinked a few times.

"Good night."

Jimin turned to leave, but Jungkook caught his arm. "Stay."

"Huh?"

"Stay," Jungkook said again, his eyes already closing but the grip on his arm still strong.

"I..."

"Hyung..." Jungkook whined and simply tugged his arm, causing him to fall on top of his boss. Jimin gasped, however, his boss had other plans. He just turned them and spooned him to his body. Jimin's heart cartwheeled inside his chest as he tried to comprehend what just happened. "Don't leave me again," he mumbled.

He's drunk.

Jimin waited until Jungkook relaxed before moving out of his intimate grip. He bit his lip as he tried to slip off the bed and go to the couch, but Jungkook stirred again, his arms patting the bed.

Shit.

Jimin moved closer. Jungkook stilled when he found Jimin and threw a leg over him once again pulling him into his body.

Damn.

Jimin fought the urge to laugh out loud. He learned two things today. His boss was hella cute when drunk and he was a hugger. And it was going to be a long night.

***

Jimin surprisingly had a good night's sleep. He couldn't remember the last time he cuddled with someone. He had often shared the bed with Hobi Hyung whenever he visited Seoul. Hoseok preferred to stay in Jimin's small apartment instead of his luxurious villa and he wasn't a hugger.

He cracked his eyes open, Jungkook's face buried in his neck their limbs tangled. The youngest slightly snored into his neck making him smile. A sigh drifted off his mouth as he ran a hand over his face, feeling well-rested.

He slowly untangled their limbs and shuffled out of the bed before heading to the bathroom. When he stepped out after freshening up, Jungkook was sprawled on his bed, his mouth slightly open, his black hair messy and fanned out on the pillow. Jimin found himself smiling fondly as he stood staring at him. There was something about Jungkook. He just couldn't pinpoint yet.

He strode to the kitchen, helped himself to a bowl of cereal, and settled on the couch. Jimin flicked the TV on, settling on a news channel while scrolling through his phone. His face screwed when he found the expected news aka gossip.

In the photo, Yuna was all over Jungkook. The tabloid further spewed some bullshit and gushed on how cute they both looked together and also wondering if they were dating. Another article posted a photo of Jungkook and Yuna at the back of the party hall before Jimin intervened. They said the potential lovebirds were seen leaving the scene together and mused if they spend the night together.

No, he spent the night with me. Jimin scoffed. Suddenly it dawned on him, how these tabloids twisted reality and he felt ashamed for believing most of them before getting to know Jungkook in person.

He kicked his feet on the table and was finishing up his bowl when Taehyung finally called.

"Hello."

"Jimin-ah, sorry I slept early. Why did you call last night?" Taehyung's thick voice rang through the phone.

"Oh, I took care of it. I just wanted to know where Mr. Jeon lived."

"Oh, I forgot to mention that yesterday. How did you get him home then?"

"I didn't."

"What do you mean you didn't?"

Jimin chuckled. "I brought him to my apartment. Don't worry, he's still asleep."

"You what?" Taehyung yelled. "Um...uh, Sorry I just stubbed my toe," he added with a groan.

"No problem. I'll text you my address, you can pick him up at your convenience."

"Oh, yeah. I'll be there in an hour."

"Sure."

It was close to eleven-thirty and Jungkook slept through the sunlight beating on his face. Jimin had opened the curtains earlier hoping that it would wake his boss. Now that Taehyung was also coming over, he set to order some food.

Jimin browsed through the menu, looking for hangover friendly food and decided on Haejangguk (hangover soup) for Jungkook, Japchae, Bulgogi, and then some sweet and sour pork to go with the rice. After placing the order, he busied himself with cooking rice.

Taehyung arrived forty minutes later and greeted Jimin with a boxy smile. "Is he awake?"

Jimin shook his head with a smile as he beckoned Taehyung inside.

"Ah, really..." Taehyung looked around trying to find the bedroom, which wasn't that difficult considering the apartment had only one room. He quickly made his way to the room and Jimin heard him calling at the youngest. He surfaced after a few minutes. "Jimin-ah, sorry for the trouble. We will get going now."

"It's nothing, Mr. Kim. Don't be a stranger." Jimin offered a smile, meaning every word he said. "Food is ready. I ordered Haejangguk for Mr. Jeon."

"Thanks." Taehyung perched his hip on the kitchen counter as Jimin busied himself with the rice. "Call me Tae," Taehyung said. "We're of the same age."

"Sure." Jimin beamed. "Make yourself home. I have soda and juice. It's in the refrigerator." Jimin moved the cooked rice to the tea table in his living room. "I don't have a dining table since I rarely eat at home." He went to grab the bowls.

Taehyung said nothing; he simply grabbed a coke from the refrigerator before going to the couch. It was then Jungkook entered the living room clutching his head with a grimace.

***

Jungkook woke with a severe hangover and had to blink several times to make sense of Taehyung's whisper yells.

"Are you crazy Jungkook-ah?" His friend was furious. "It hasn't been a month and you're already in his bed."

Jungkook looked around realizing he wasn't in his bed.

"Where am I?"

"Jimin's bed." Taehyung crossed his hands across his chest and glared at him with a scowl. "When Jimin told me that you were here, I broke at least three traffic rules to reach you. I'm glad you're still clothed."

Jungkook looked down at his body, he was still in his clothes he wore last night to the party. "Of course, hyung. What the hell are you talking about?" he groaned rubbing his temple.

"Freshen up. We're leaving."

The youngest nodded and padded to the adjacent door in the room. He let out a heavy sigh when he looked at himself in the mirror. Despite the pounding in his head, he felt light. An involuntary smile tugged at his lips when he noticed the new toothbrush and towel in the small counter. The bathroom smelled like Jimin––citrus.

His blood heated up at the vague memory of sleeping in the same bed as Jimin. Crap. Did he do something inappropriate? Oh, God!

His breathing quickened as he paced the small space between the shower stall and the toilet.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

How was he supposed to face Jimin now?

He wished for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

I hate myself.

It's just a filler, next chapter will have some minor details on Jimin. You might have already guessed Jimin has a memory loss. We are just getting into the plot :) 

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