Jimin stabbed his fork into his dry, over cooked potato. His chin rested on his palm, a foul pout laced his lips. Eyebrows farrowing while his eyes lurked around the room. Everyone looked miserable, drained of life as they sat eating their stale food.

He'd never noticed the depressing mist that hung over everyone-that they all felt the same sense of hatred for this place. He rarely saw anyone smile or laugh like young boys should. This place suffocated him, taking his soul whole in one swift motion.

"You Okay Jimin?" His wondering gaze snaps to Tae who sat opposite him, mouth stuffed full of food.

"Yeah. Just sick of this place, what good is it doing for us? All they do here is tell us how disgusting we are and how god will condemn us for liking boys. It's all stupid and pathetic. Sometimes I wonder if it's just better to run away, be free from all their judging and crucifying." Jimin's teeth tug at his bottom lip, staring down at his uneaten food.

"Amen to that-I'd run away. Maybe go to Europe, heard they're all gay or at least experimental there." Tae nods his head at that, howling down another mouth full.

Jimin laughs at that, of course he'd want to go there was what Jimin thought. The reputation Europe had sure to perceive them.

"I mean this place isn't all bad." Jungkook spoke up, making Jimin almost choke while he stared wide eyed at him.

"Excuse me? Are you fucking kidding?" Jimin had his eyebrow raised, Jungkook was quick to fix his mistake.

"Wait! What I meant is that I got to meet you guys. If I wasn't sent here I'd never found you, I'd still be back there alone and loveless." Jungkook subtly creeped his hand to Jimin's under the table, squeezing gently in a soft grip.

Jimin retracts his scolding expression, morphing it into one of fondness. Jungkook always had the tendency to turn into a sap, like soft mash when it came to him.

"I suppose that's true, but other than that this place is a shit hole." Jimin chimes in, squeezing Jungkook's hand back.

They all nod in agreement, Yoongi adding a sly remark on the fact they couldn't even take a shit without being drowned in the strong image of a cross hanging in front of the toilet seat. Namjoon didn't speak much, seemingly lost in a dream which no one could see. It was like he was hypnotised in some sort of alluring fantasy. His eyes were locked onto something in the backyard-or someone to be more accurate.

His eyes lingered on them, admiring how they stood so strongly-proudly in those slim fitting trousers and tight fitted shirt. Namjoon didn't have many crushes, his love life was short but sweet. But he knew when he had one, and he had one hard. It felt stupid to him though, he knew it would never happen nor was he sure he wanted it to. Yet it didn't stop him dreaming about it, waking up at night hot and sweaty lost in consuming desperation for them to be really there. For the fantasy to be real and alive.

He wished life could be different, that the world wasn't lost in this believe what or who they were was wrong or unnatural. To him he didn't see the issue or understood the hatred towards people like himself. They all wanted the same thing. Someone to love, someone to spend the rest of their life with. What was so wrong with that? That he did not know or ever thought he would.

Jimin watched him curiously, following his loved out gaze. He cranes his neck, face contorting to one of disgust and confusion.

Why was Namjoon looking at him? He couldn't seriously have a crush on that monster?

These thoughts circled his mind, at a lost to why Namjoon would even consider liking someone like him.

Jimin shook his head, deciding not to get involved with Namjoon's love life as he had no right to judge or say anything. Some of the people he'd been with were questionable and yet it never stopped him.

"Hey, do you think you can stay up late tonight? Wait till after curfew." Jungkook leant into him, whispering softly as to not alert anyone.

"And why would I do that?" Jimin whispered back, flicking his gaze lazily to him.

"I've got a surprise."

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Jimin laid wide awake in his bed, eyes staring blankly at his pale wall. The lights were off, night had fallen- settling in, making its home. His back faced Jungkook, the door shut but ready to open for the nightly checks up which were made twelve o'clock on the dot-no exceptions.

Their breathing filled the room, creating this gentle melody that soothed them both. The clock shone bright, displaying 11:58 in bold red. Only two minutes until the lurking presence of their keeper came to rule over them, make sure they weren't up to any condemning sins.

Soft footsteps echoed through the door, quiet opening and closing of doors sounded along with the clicking on and off of a torch. They were doing their nightly ritual, making sure the sinful boys weren't caving into their devilish desires or hadn't slipped away in the vulnerability of darkness.

The door to their shared room opens, clicking of a torch hums then a blinding appearance of its light follows. It moves from Jungkook's sleeping form to Jimin's before disappearing and the calmly sound of their door closing rings.

The room fell silent, breathing pausing between them as they listen to the footsteps slowly fading before going altogether.

"Jimin?" The husky, low voice of Jungkook vibrated in a delicate noise.

Jimin shuffles in his bed, turning himself over to face Jungkook who was already doing that.

"Yeah?" He blinks at him through the haze of darkness, barely able to make a single thing of Jungkook's figure.

Jungkook doesn't respond, instead as quietly as he could gets out of his bed, tip toeing over to his.

"Shift over." Jungkook ordered him, Jimin didn't hesitate to listen.

He moves back, letting Jungkook pull the covers over before slipping in beside him. Jungkook shifts to be able to lay on his side, appearing face to face with Jimin.

"So, is this your surprise? Sharing a bed? If you wanted to sleep with me you could've just done it, I would've objected." Jimin made sure to keep his voice down, aware if they were caught there truly would be hell to pay.

Jungkook laughs delicately at that, eyes trailing down to admire what little he could see of Jimin's body.

"This isn't the surprise." Jungkook mumbled sounding shy, his hand going to play with Jimin's that laid beside his.

Jimin cocked a brow, letting their fingers tangle together under the sheets. His head rested on his pillow, inches away from Jungkook's. There was no personal space to be had, they were practically breathing the same breath of air.

"What is it then?" Jimin felt the heat of Jungkook's body invade the cold bed, creating a delicious warmth.

"I-I'm not sure how to say it. It's probably stupid, you might not even like it." Jungkook chews on his lip, itching to ease the embarrassment he's suddenly feeling.

"How do you know I won't like it if I don't even know what it is yet." Jimin was quick to remark, wanting to soothe Jungkook's insecurities.

Jungkook lets out a hard breath, shuffling around in the bed to be able to reach the back pocket of his shorts. With his free hand that did not hold Jimin's he pulls out what he's been wanting to give Jimin for awhile but never got the nerve to till now.

"It was my mother's apparently, I was found with it when I was left at the orphanage. It was tied around my wrist." Jungkook opens Jimin's small hand, placing a cold thin chain into his palm.

Jimin felt the chain in his hand, he glances down to try have a look. He brings it up, feeling an object that he presumed hung off it.

"Why are you giving it to me? You should keep it, it's from your mum." Jimin plays with the necklace, thumb tracing over the pendant to get a feel for it.

"Because I want you to have it, I never wore it. I just couldn't bring myself to, it felt to precious for me to touch. But I no longer think that, I think it deserves to be worn and I want you to wear it." Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up, a sudden rush of nerves bundles it's way inside his stomach.

Jimin didn't know what to say, he'd never been given something so precious before. No one had ever thought to give a peace of themselves to him like this.

"Really? But it belongs to you, I can't take it from you." Jimin tries giving it back but Jungkook refused.

"You're not taking it Jimin I'm giving it to you. Please take it, I want you to have it. I want you to have a peace of me just in case something happens and I'm no longer around or we aren't together anymore. Least this way you'll always have me with you even if I'm not there." Jungkook spilled out his sickening feelings, blushing as he did.

"It sounds cheesy I know but it's how I feel, and it really would mean a lot if you wore it." Jungkook wavered on top, Jimin couldn't stop the smile which edged its way to his lips.

"It might be cheesy but it's also really sweet and I'm touched you want to give it to me. I promise I'll never take it off." Jimin takes the necklace, shuffling in the bed trying to tie it around his neck.

"Turn over I'll help you." Jungkook lightly pushes his waist, getting him to move onto his side.

Using the moonlight to guide him he gets the two ends of the necklace. He hooks them behind Jimin's neck, getting them to lock together.

"I love the gesture Kook but why did you have to do it now? You could've done this anytime, not wait till after lights out." Jimin enquires while Jungkook locked the necklace in place.

"I have my reasons." Jungkook in what sounded like a seductive tone whispered, his fingers wondering down Jimin's back.

Jimin's breath hitches when he felt his cold fingers hook under his shirt, sliding down his toned stomach. He's suddenly pulled in, his body crashing into the front of Jungkook's.

"Maybe I just wanted a chance to be closer with you, there's not many times we get to be alone like this. In fact we never do." Jungkook's warm, sensual breath pricked the hairs on the back of his neck, creating a addictive tingling feeling.

"Closer huh? How close we talking Kook?" Jimin sneaked his hands over Jungkook's that sat by the top of his belly button.

Jungkook stuffed his face into the crook of Jimin's neck, inhaling his orgasmic sweet scent. They both had never felt so relaxed nor safe in their lives. Both content in the embrace of each other, in the warmth exerting from their pressing bodies.

"However close you want Jimishi." Jungkook's soft, saliva soaked lips flutter over his skin, setting down finding its home on the back of his neck.

Jimin almost moans at the delicate touch of his tempting lips being placed on his hot skin. His hold on Jungkook's forearms tighten, his entire body relaxing comfortingly into his.

Maybe coming here wasn't all bad. Jungkook would be the thing reminding him of that each and every day he spent here.

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Cutie putties ! Guess you can all figure out who Namjoon be peeping at

Love you my honeybuns