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Jungkook realized that he had never actually been in Jimin's house before.

Jimin had been to his a few times, that part was obvious, but it felt so different to be welcomed into Jimin's own personal space. The shorter male flicked his lights on as Jungkook walked through the door, yawning quietly before leaning down to untie his boots.

Jimin's apartment could best be described as cozy. Framed photos and hanging potted plants decorated the walls, the warm toned curtains by his window pulled back to reveal the view of the Busan skyline. Two guitars, one electric and one acoustic, leaned against a bookshelf that was piled high with literature and magazines with an unplugged amp not too far away from them. A soft black rug created a barrier between them and the hardwood flooring, with a matching couch that had a few blankets and pillows sprawled across it.

He didn't even realized had stood wordlessly for so long, just observing how Jimin lived, before the shorter male was nudging his side.

"You can take your shoes off, y'know." Jimin chuckled softly, catching Jungkook's gaze for just a moment before he was disappearing into the kitchen.

Jungkook nodded, quickly following Jimin's directions and leaning down to untie his sneakers. He felt so nervous to be here. Maybe it was because it was a new environment, maybe it was because he still wasn't exactly sure what Jimin was thinking about him, but one thing that was for sure was that his body was buzzing with anxiety. He had already said everything he felt there was needed to be said, and so why had Jimin invited him here?

Jungkook wouldn't lie, he was half hoping that Jimin wouldn't just bid him goodbye at his doorstep and send him home (that was like, half the reason he had showered and changed clothes), but he didn't actually think it would happen given the reserved attitude Jimin had been sporting for most of their interactions that night.

"You want something to drink?" Jimin called, Jungkook following the sound of his voice into the kitchen where he found Jimin looking through his refrigerator. "It's nearly five am, so I don't know if you want alcohol, but I've also got soda, or tea, or coffee." He paused. "Though I'm definitely not as good at making it as you are."

Jungkook chuckled softly, leaning against Jimin's kitchen counter.

"Just a water works, if you have it." He smiled, watching as Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Boring." The shorter male teased, before leaning up on his toes to grab a glass from his top cabinet.

It honestly didn't even feel like it was so early in the morning as he stood there with Jimin, despite the fact that he didn't really sleep well the night before either. He was just so ecstatic to be in Jimin's presence, that it seemed as if his body was pushing his tiredness to the sidelines for the time being. The sound of ice cubes clinking in a glass brought Jungkook back to his senses and he graciously accepted the cold glass that Jimin extended towards him.

They were both silent for a moment, Jungkook sipping his drink as Jimin poured a few spoonfuls of grinds into his coffee maker to make a cup of coffee for himself.

He could tell that the gears in Jimin's head were turning. The black haired male nibbled at his bottom lip, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his white t-shirt as he waited for his drink to brew. You could cut the tension with a knife, the air thick when Jungkook took in a shaky breath as he waited for Jimin to inevitable say something.

He just wished he could predict what the words would be.

"Why do you think I brought you here?" Jimin finally asked, the sound of coffee dripping filling the silence between his carefully spoken words. He looked up, and Jungkook gulped, unable to read the emotion on his face as the shorter male waited for an answer.

That was a good question. Why did he?

Jungkook let out a soft breath, bringing his hand up to run through the still vibrant strands of hair atop his head.

"I don't know." He answered honestly, setting his glass down on the counter beside him. "I've honestly been wondering that since we walked through the door."

Jimin hummed, his eyes scanning across Jungkook's appearance.

"But you were expecting it though, right?" He asked and Jungkook wanted to squirm beneath his gaze. It wasn't often that Jungkook found himself being the one without the upper-hand in a conversation, and maybe that's why he was so drawn to Jimin - the shorter male was just full of surprises. "That's why you got yourself all freshened up."

Jungkook shrugged and looked away, unable to take staring into Jimin's eyes much longer.

"Not expecting." He corrected. "More so just hoping."

Jimin was quiet for a few moments again, eyes looking down and watching as his coffee pot slowly began to fill up. He sighed softly, shoving his hands into the pockets of the black jeans he had worn to work.

"I think I asked to much of you." He spoke quietly, his words piquing Jungkook's interest and causing the taller male to look over at him quizzically. "We had only known each other a couple weeks and I was basically asking you to commit to me." Jimin gulped, before continuing. "I was being selfish, I think. I just wanted to steal you away from everyone else." Jungkook's eyes were scanning his face, but Jimin refused to entertain eye contact with him at the moment. "Wanted you all to myself."

His words hung heavily in the air, and Jungkook wasn't exactly sure what to think of them no matter how long he stood there and attempted to decipher them. Not once did he ever think of Jimin's actions as selfish, and he wasn't even the first person to try and win Jungkook's exclusivity, but it wasn't like Jungkook had really protested against it either.

He wanted Jimin, probably just as much as the shorter male wanted him, and though he messed up on the first try he was really trying to get Jimin to accept that as truth. Why was he trying to backtrack?

"So?" Jungkook countered. "What's so bad about that?" Jimin finally met his eyes, cocking his head to the side in slight confusion. "I consider myself extremely lucky, to have caught your attention in such a way."

"Okay," Jimin huffed. "But I was trying to get us to move a little too fast." He watched as his coffee finished brewing, and grabbed a clean mug off of the counter. "I barely even know you. I just watched you from afar for awhile and convinced myself I was entitled to you when we finally started speaking."

He opened his refrigerator once more, pulling out a carton of coffee cream, his back turned and completely missing the way Jungkook was looking at him with unbridled bewilderment written all over his face.

"What are you trying to do here?" The taller male asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you trying to convince me to dislike you?" He paused. "Did you even read the paper I gave you?"

Jimin bit his bottom lip, pouring a few tablespoons of cream into his cup. The folded up piece of paper that was slipped to him by Jungkook amongst a few bills. Of course he had read it, almost immediately after Jungkook had left the building actually.

He hadn't been sure what to expect really, as he nervously unfolded the lined piece of notebook paper while still at work. Maybe he should've known though, that Jungkook wouldn't have just slipped him some mundane note.

And maybe he should've recognized the lined paper from his song book.

"I read it." He replied softly, before picking up his coffee pot and pouring the steaming liquid into his mug along with the cream. "The way you describe me always gives me chills." He grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, using it to stir the cream and coffee into one uniform, caramel coloured mixture. "I don't know... maybe it's just hard to believe that you could really think about me in such a way. You're.. well, you after all."

Jungkook watched as he took a sip of his coffee, the sky slowing transitioning to dawn through the window situated behind him. It was hard for Jimin to not look stunning, really. His hair, though messy from work, still fell into an effortlessly good-looking manor. Something as simple as a white t-shirt still hugged his body perfectly, accentuating his curves and musculature in all of the right ways. Most of all though; his eyes, though tired and drooping from staying up so late into the night - they were still so easy to get lost in. Chocolate brown irises framed with feathery black eyelashes; Jimin's eyes were the definition of alluring.

"What do you mean by that?" Jungkook asked, eyeing Jimin curiously as he looked down at his mug and shrugged softly.

"Everyone wants you." He replied, his voice soft as his eyes avoided meeting Jungkook's. "Everyone loves you. You could have anyone with no contest, but you're choosing me -who's given you nothing but trouble." Jungkook gulped, unable to take his gaze away from the distressed expression on Jimin's face. "Is it so insane for me to have trouble believing you?"

Silence hung between them for a moment, a clock ticking like a metronome in the background - keeping time until the next words were spoken.

"Jimin. I want you." Jungkook's watched as his words seemed to make Jimin's breath hitch. He took a few steps forwards, quickly closing the distance between the two of them in Jimin's small kitchen. "I want you in more ways than you could probably even imagine." His voice was low, soft spoken words filling every inch of Jimin's mind. "I've wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. Don't you get it? I want you to be selfish, I want you to keep me nestled in the palm of your hand."

Jimin looked up, the - dare he say, neediness in Jungkook's voice sending his thoughts into spirals. He hadn't even realized they had gotten so close, but now the taller male was less than an arms length away, towering over him as the kitchen light backlit the electric blue strands atop his head. "I want to write songs about you, the good kind. I want to take you out. I want to see you at my shows. I want to go to yours." He reached down, carefully and gently taking hold of one of Jimin's hands. "I just want you. End of story."

The last tiny bit of resolve Jimin had left crumbled apart and fell to pieces, his heartbeat thudding loudly in his chest as he took in a shaky breath. It had never occurred to him that maybe Jungkook did actually like him. Maybe the dreaded phone call that started it all was from someone he wished would forget him - not someone he was seeing on the side.

He had been so obsessed with guarding his heart and trying to save himself from being hurt, that he got lost in his own assumptions and didn't even consider what Jungkook's true intentions could be.

There was just one last uncertainty, that his mind wouldn't let go of, though.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask." Jimin mumbled, his eyes fixated on Jungkook's larger hand clasping his own. "But... Have you been with anyone, since the last time we spoke?" He felt Jungkook's hand tense up, and looked up to see a pained look on the taller male's face. It seemed he already had his answer.

"Yes, but-" Jungkook began, bringing both hands up now to hold Jimin's hand and bring it close to his chest. "I swear to god, it was a huge mistake. I was shitfaced, and I didn't even remember it happening until I woke up." His words weren't exactly as comforting as he probably hoped them to be. The fact that he didn't lie about it, was definitely a step forwards though. "I've been kicking myself ever since because I didn't want to have to admit that to you. I feel like it kind of disproves all the words I've spoke up until now, but I want you to know that I was close to fucking tears when I woke up next to someone that wasn't you."

Jimin worried his bottom lip, picking up a few pieces of dead skin with his teeth. It seemed he had really done a number on the blue haired male's mind. "I just keep fucking up and I barely even know you. I want to be better for you, I swear."

His eyes met Jungkook's, observing how the taller male seemed to scan his face for any hint of what emotion he could be feeling. He looked so nervous, an emotion that wasn't often seen on Jungkook's face and was honestly quite refreshing to see. It was the cockiness he saturated himself in that made it so difficult to believe if his words were genuine or just being said for his own personal gain. The fearfulness, the unmasked colour of his emotions, painted his words with a sincerity Jimin just couldn't look past.

"I'm not mad at you." Jimin spoke softly, slowly intertwining his fingers with Jungkook's. "I can't just expect you to stop living your life just because I appeared." He took a step forwards, bit by bit closing the small amount of space that still remained between them. "Even if it was a mistake, we're not together. Though I might've wanted a different answer, I completely cut you off. It would've been stupid to expect you to wait indefinitely."

Jungkook exhaled, looking down at his and Jimin's hands and rubbing his thumb against the shorter male's skin gently. This whole situation; apologizing, trying to win someone back, taking accountability for his mistakes - he had never done it before. He just couldn't bring himself to let Jimin go, but he also felt somewhat undeserving to be winning his forgiveness. "I don't know what you want me to really say, but if you're being honest, I'll try things again with you."

"Are you sure?" Jungkook asked, feeling like this really was too good to be true. Jimin was quite stubborn, but the time away from each other seemed to be enough for him to stew his thoughts and come to a conclusion.

The shorter male nodded, looking up at Jungkook through his eyelashes.

"I'm sure."

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a/n:
happy monday!! I woke up today to snow on the ground in the middle of march <3 if you're living somewhere warm I'm so jelly of you rn

- Charlie :)