When Jimin's sobs finally subsided, he realized that it felt nice to be comforted.

He'd been upset, and he wasn't thinking before he crawled into this boy's arms - really nice arms. Ugh.

Now, after his breathing steadied and the fatigue settled in, his cheek rested against the broad - annoyingly broad - pectoral muscles of one Jeon Jungkook.

His head hurt and he came to the acute realization that he could honestly chug a gallon of water right about now.

All the crying had made him sober up quite a bit. Jimin didn't know why, it just did.

He needed to say something to Jungkook. But what does one say to the boy they just cried all over?

"...Sorry."

That's it? Really?

"It's okay. Seemed like you needed to cry it out." came Jungkook's voice. Soft. Somewhere above Jimin's head.

"Yeah."

He slowly tilted his head up to look at the younger boy, even though his PhD in Romantic-Comedy Viewing told him it was not the wisest choice.

Shit.

Jungkook was angling his chin down toward him.

Nope.

Jimin's traitorous body wasn't moving.

Don't do it.

Jimin's hand gripped Jungkook's shoulder and closed his eyes.

- - -

Jungkook held Jimin against him, even after the tears ended. He had a policy: when someone needs a hug, don't let go until they do. 

He liked to think of this as being sweet, but he also attributed it to him being a competitive fucker.

So there they were.

He'd been waiting... and Jimin didn't let go.

And he could feel the warmth of his body against his own, smell the peachy shampoo scent from the head of blond hair resting right under his chin.

He'd been in the middle of silently convincing himself it wasn't creepy to smell Jimin's hair - he was just breathing, after all - when he heard a small, "...Sorry."

Sorry for... what?

Jungkook responded, unconsciously taking another whiff of the peachy scent, "It's okay. Seemed like you needed to cry it out."

"Yeah."

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Jimin shifted in Jungkook's arms, his face tilting up toward him.

Jungkook looked down into the blond's big eyes - which were slightly puffy and red from crying - and the air between them became heavy.

His gaze moved back and forth between the older boy's eyes and lips, breaths becoming shallow and Jimin's eyes fell closed.

He could think of almost ten thousand reasons that this was a terrible idea but he still knew he would take the leap.

And he'd do it without a safety net.

He'd always been reckless.

-   -   -

Jimin waited, eyes closed in the dark.

Knowing what was coming, but still slightly jumping at the first touch.

Kissing Jungkook was... nice. His lips were soft. They moved slowly. Tenderly, even.

But they weren't the lips Jimin wanted.

Still, as the kiss grew more hungry, as their hands became active participants, Jimin decided there was nothing wrong with trying him on. He could always just pretend not to remember in the morning.

Jungkook was young. He'd bounce back.

[a/n]

i know. I KNOW.

jimin has been very selfish in his thoughts,

and now it is transferring over into his actions

that DOES NOT mean i would ever do

or condone this behavior