fifty shades soundtrack basically inspired half of this fic. great track, kinda cool movies. who doesn't like cliché.

Jimin

'𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝'

𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

" (𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭) 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧."

Jimin wouldn't go to great lengths to describe himself as particularly one way or another. As a man, he'd like to agree with most individuals that he was somewhat black, or white. The grey matter in between existed usually just as a doorway to women, and this he only knew because he grew up with such a strong, hard-working and independent mother who'd told him so. Jimin wasn't exactly known to be further towards the blacker end of the spectrum; to be impulsive required a sense of rebellion, or at least a sort of deviance. He'd never fallen along the lines of rashness, besides the matter of attendance. And he'd never been the 'bad kid'.

Had it been the ambience? The impending doom of Jungkook's future absence as his boss? The tequila? The fucking tequila...

Everything right now came about as either blurred lines or bokeh lights. He was not in a right frame of mind. Then again, any frame of mind that was far from sobriety never would be the right frame of mind, and Jimin for sure had had too much to drink way too quick. What could he say? Jungkook was a force that he would've been unable to reckon with unless he'd downed some beers and putrid, clear shots of fire. The man made him nervous beyond comprehension, and to think that Jungkook had suggested dinner with just the two of them had taken the mochi by surprise. He was the mochi. He is the mochi. The mochi...what exactly did that make Jungkook?

...

Where exactly was he? No...wait a minute. What the hell happened last night?

Knock knock knock-

Jimin's still semi-drunken slurs of thoughts were abruptly cut off when a few taps on a door sounded throughout the room, and in his haste and panic Jimin threw his body upwards from the mattress. Where was he? Grey ceiling? Black sheets, expensive chandelier...holy fuck-

"Mr Park? Are you awake yet?"

"J...Just a minute?!" he choked out before he frantically chucked the covers to the side to find to his horror that he was only wearing his undergarments. Pupils skittishly scanning the floor Jimin found no such clothing that could belong to himself. What had he even worn last night?

"Mr Park? If you're looking for-"

"Wait wait wait wait wait-!"

"Yah, what're you doing in there?"

Leaping up from the bed, Jimin paced towards Jungkook's ensuite and eyed the floor. To his dismay, again he found nothing of his belongings, and when he heard the downward scrape of the door handle turning Jimin did not hesitate to slam the bathroom door behind him and lock it. If his memory served him correctly...he and Jungkook...he and Jungkook...

"What're you...!"

Jimin made out the couple of footsteps of which the younger man had taken into his bedroom, and he assumed the cut off sentence indicated the obvious confusion behind his-none-presence in bed. Although, his former boss was exactly the intelligent and superior of the human race. Jimin's location would inevitably be snuffed out within a matter of seconds.

"..."

"Mr Park...it's the first day of our break. I'm still in my early twenties. Hide and seek isn't a particular fetish of mine either."

"What do you mean 'fetish'?!"

"Why...are you in the bathroom?"

"Why else would I be in the bathroom?"

Jungkook's footsteps made their way towards his ensuite, and Jimin's made their way further away from the door. He heard Jungkook sigh once more, before the younger man tried for the handle. "Because you're hiding from me? You, a grown man-"

"You know I could do without the wit Jungkook," Jimin huffed, the cold air biting his sides from his lack of clothing. His arms came down to hug his upper body, and his thighs squeezed together in an effort to preserve his body heat. "I...I couldn't find my clothes."

"If you'd just let me in I could've explained to you that they're currently at the dry cleaners."

"Dry cleaners? Why? What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?"

Jimin didn't mean to let out an unnerved scoff, but to be honest his nerves weren't exactly on his side as of that moment. "Was my question rhetorical or what? No I don't remember!"

"Hmm...what do you think happened?"

"You're not exactly filling me with reassurance! What happened Jungkook?! Did we...we didn't..." he swallowed, his insides churning with a mixture of both dread, but also surmised excitement. But mostly dread.

"Can you just think about it for a moment? Do you remember everything before you drank all that whiskey?"

"Whiskey?! When did I drink whiskey?!"

A pause from Jungkook's end of the conversation, before Jimin heard a slump against the door from the other side. "Then, do you remember the restaurant? Or it was more of a bar to be frank-"

"Yes I remember that. We had beer, then tequila, then we...uh..."

"Kissed."

"We...we did. T-Then what?"

"We made out, if we're being particular-"

"JUNGKOOK!"

"Mr Park, please. You were the one who ordered the tequila, induced me into that little game of seduction, and floored the inside of my car before ransacking my cupboards for more alcohol. I played by your rules last night. The least that you could do right now is play by mine."

Jimin went to protest, but unfortunately the humane and moral part of his mind begged him to remain put. He'd been a complete mess last night, and honestly he wasn't sure if he deserved the upper hand. "O-Okay, fine. We made out, in front of the restaurant. Wait, did you say that I floored the inside of your car? I vomited?!"

"It was quite definitely the opposite of grace."

"And then you let me drink more?! Are you crazy?!"

"Mr Park, you're two years older than me. More so, I'm no longer your boss, so technically I really did have zero authority to tell you to stop. You also told me off for not calling you 'hyung', which put me below you in terms of social hierarchy."

"Why are you getting political about this?! Anyone with human decency would've stepped in before I'd killed myself!" Jimin swore he was going to kill this crazy son of a bitch when he had his clothes back. A naked scramble didn't exactly add to the supremacy of a story if he dared to share it later on with his friends, even despite the possible victory. Actually, Jungkook was ripped. Never mind. He'd kill him within a verbal battle instead.

The younger made a noise from the other side of the door, surprisingly a noise of discomfort. "I tried. You're not exactly rippled with muscle but you're still a man. Plus you were covered in vomit, and I was wearing a ₩5,000,000 suit. I apologise for being considerate of your bank account."

"For heaven's sake! Did...did I undress myself?"

"Right in front of me."

"Why?!"

"What do you mean 'why'? How am I supposed to answer that question?"

"Because you were there!"

"And you weren't?"

"I can't remember half of it! It's your job to tell me what happened so that I can either reassure myself that nothing happened, or so that I can leave feeling guilty as hell!" Jimin turned to pull down the toilet lid before taking a seat, and dropping his head into his palms. It wasn't like him to have one night stands. It wasn't like him to be that frantic, and hectic on a night out. It wasn't him.

But...it had been Jungkook.

"Mr Park, does anything hurt?"

"Huh?"

"I know that by your preconceptions you'd assume that I don't understand the mechanics behind gay sex, but you're very much mistaken."

"What're you getting at?"

"Does anything hurt, Mr Park?"

"N-No, it doesn't...?"

"Then doesn't that answer your question?"

Jungkook was right. Jimin had taken a seat with no problem at all. He wasn't even bruised anywhere, as far as he could see. He lept up from the toilet seat before grabbing either sides of the sink, and checking his face and neck for any kind of marks. So then, nothing had happened? "Oh thank God-!"

He heard Jungkook scoff. "I'm not sure whether to be happy for you or slightly offended."

"If you were me what would you be exactly?" Jimin replied sarkily.

"I'd be disappointed to find out that I hadn't actually slept with the Jeon Jungkook."

"That's complete bullshit and you know it. Not to mention that the Jeon Jungkook is known to the public as a straight, very much straight man."

"He still regards himself as such."

"You're joking, right?" Jimin ridiculed, before turning on the tap to splash water on his face.

"I'm not."

The older's hands stopped moving, and his whole body froze momentarily. The water continued to run from the faucet as Jimin's chest rose and fell heavily. He only managed to squeak out a quiet, "What?"

"You heard me."

"What do you...what do you mean?"

"I'm not...I'm not gay, Mr Park."

The water slipped down his eyelashes, clouding his vision before slipping down the inside of the basin. It was definitely water, and not the sudden onset of tears, that had brimmed up the corners of his eyes. Jimin couldn't believe what he was hearing. To be frank, he could believe. It was just and only like Jungkook to turn his back on the undeniable truth of the matter, and to be blinded by his stricken personality disorder to which others would call blind stubbornness. To say that he was hurt by those words would be flipping off his dear feelings, and yet for some reason he didn't succumb to those feelings of hurt. Instead, the immediate sensation to wash over him came in the form of rage.

Gripping the tap handles, Jimin shut off the water before pacing towards the door and unlocking it. When he flung open the door, he found Jungkook stood with his back turned, dressed in a white dress-shirt and black jeans. The younger turned around upon hearing the door open, and for a split second Jimin's eyes trailed away from Jungkook's surprised countenance and down his bare front which remained exposed, because the younger probably couldn't have been bothered to button up his shirt. Or to take into consideration Jimin's feelings.

He took a step forwards with his finger pointed up to Jungkook's chin, forcing the younger backwards and away from the bathroom. "You know what Jungkook? You're such a piece of shit! I can't believe that you actually said that! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Jungkook's eyes widened briefly as he backed up further, his hands raised defensively. "Listen, Mr Park-"

"You're such a dick! A fucking bastard! A fucking, fucking little fuck! Didn't we both just establish our apparently very-much-real make out session from last night?! Or was I that incoherent that I dreamt up that scenario for the both of us in my drunken stupor?!"

The younger looked over his shoulder, eyeing the bed at his calves before turning back around to face the broiling mochi. "Mr Park, can you just-"

"And why're you still calling me that?! You're not my fucking boss anymore! Why do you do this all the fucking time?!" Jimin lunged forwards to land a punch into Jungkook's chest, but what came of it was his hand instead sliding down his front. He was so angry, so hurt. His throat was swelling up and it ached so much, that it was painful. But he didn't want to break down in front of Jungkook, not like this. "Do you know what else? I'm just, I'm done. I can't do this anymore!"

Jungkook frowned, his head recoiling a little, and his jaw clenched. "What do you mean?"

"Whatever this is between us, it's done! I'm done! I don't fucking care whether you're straight, or gay, or a fucking rainbow! I can't do this anymore Jungkook!" Jimin cried out, before turning and heading towards the door.

"For fuck's sake-"

A hand stretched out and ensnared his forearm, before dragging him back towards the blasted man. Jimin tried to push him away, but the younger had both height and strength barred against him. And to be honest, Jimin didn't have much strength left to fight back. "What?! What else do you have to say?!"

"Can you just LISTEN to me Mr Park?! Look at me!"

"No!"

"Turn around-!"

"NO!"

"Mr Park-!"

"I told you to stop calling me that!" Jimin thrusted his body forwards and into Jungkook's, tipping the younger at the knee until they both fell backwards and onto the mattress. The older landed sprawled against Jungkook with his wrists still bound to those strong, firm hands. "You want me to listen to you?! You never take the time to listen to me! Is it so difficult to call me by my first name?!"

"I...Mr Park-"

The warm tears slid down his cheeks, soaking the sheets next to Jungkook's head. Then they started to pour. The raggled, muffled sounds that pushed past his throat brought the younger's sentence to an abrupt halt as Jimin continued to sob into Jungkook's shoulder. He was sure that once he lifted his head he'd come to face the harsher reality, that this picture-perfect man who over months he'd come to like so much...could not and would not reciprocate his feelings. How far could sexual tension bring them? A future with no love meant nothing to Jimin, and it wasn't enough to know that Jungkook had succumbed a singular time under the influence of alcohol.

"Mr Park."

"..."

"Mr Park. Look at me."

"..."

"Please."

"I-I can't. And I don't want to."

"Then, for once just listen to me. I'm still trying to understand the workings of sexuality, because for the first time in my life I'm confused. Really, confused. When you've known what you've wanted for your whole life, and then something else walks into it that's practically begging you to change your mind, you're existing only to figure it out. And that's what I've been trying to do for the entire expanse of knowing you, Mr Park. I've been trying to figure both you, and myself out. And you have to understand how difficult that is."

Jimin nodded into his shoulder, his tears slowed to the sound of Jungkook's voice. He could understand that so well. Growing up, unsure of your identity, of whichever label to wear, and to come out to every single person you met if the question arose was heartbreakingly difficult for anyone within the queer spectrum. But the best part was being certain of who you were. And Jungkook didn't have that. And Jimin's heart ached more for the man, in other ways past his own personal feelings for him.

Jungkook shifted beneath Jimin, before continuing. "I was certain before meeting you, that I was sexually attracted to women. And I was certain before that equally, I was not sexually attracted to men. No singular man, be them alive or dead had stirred any kind of emotion within myself besides platonic feelings. I was certain of that, and I still am."

"Where...where are you going with this?"

"Getting to the part where you burst into my life drenched head to toe in rainwater. Or before that, when we met in the bar. You were there. You, actually...anyone could've seen how startled I'd been after meeting you. Nothing had ever hit me so violently, or powerfully before, than the recognition of my immediate attraction towards you. I can admit that now because I'm pretty certain now."

"Y...you said it last night too. What's your point?"

"You're my point. I'm not attracted to other men, but I was and am to you. Only you. That's why I still regard myself as relatively straight, if you had let me finish. Because there's no one like you Mr Park, no other man like you. Only you."

Jimin breathed out, the air emptying from his lungs before he inhaled and lifted his head slightly. Jungkook's hand slipped into the older's cheek before lifting his head up further until they were both facing each other. Jimin's eyes were wide against their sockets as he stared down at the younger man who's thumbs moved to brush away his tears. Jungkook had a...weird look on his face. Or maybe, it felt so strange and unapparent upon the younger's face. His expression was everlastingly firm like always, just like him, but amidst the stone coldness of his demeanour Jimin found pools of softness, of tenderness. Those dark pupils had been filled with hate, with sternness, with lust and now...

His lips parted, and Jimin swallowed. "I don't...I don't get it."

Then, Jungkook's eyes crinkled as he let out a laugh, his warm breath tickling his face. "The density of your brain, Mr Park. That sentence ends right there."

"But you...why do you always refuse to call me by my first name then?"

"That has nothing to do with my feelings for you. It's...intimate."

This time, Jimin spurted out a laugh before his forehead fell forwards to meet Jungkook's. "I call utter bullshit! You've slept with God knows how many women! Calling me 'Jimin' is intimate?"

"Well, I've only ever known you professionally. We suddenly stepped out of that environment, and I'm not exactly used to being informal with you. It's, easier to be formal with you."

"Because it keeps me away from your shrouded heart? Helps to hold up the walls between us?"

"...Possibly."

"Typical Jungkook. What about the whole 'you can't call me Mr Jeon' thing?"

"It's a turn on."

"What?! No FREAKING WAY!" Jimin jeered before pulling away and slamming his hands across his lips to hold back tumbles of laughter. "I couldn't call you 'Mr Jeon' because it turned you ON?! Hahaha!"

Jungkook turned away, his hand rising to cover his own mouth as his brow furrowed. "Yeah, go ahead and laugh. Keep calling me that and I might pounce on you right now."

"Y...You're kidding, right?" Jimin wheezed, wiping his eyes with now tears of complete amusement.

"Absolutely not. Call me that one more time and I'll make you reiterate what didn't happen last night."

"I have a lot to teach you," he exhaled, "and I think the term you were looking for is 'hetero-flexible.' Jimin leant down with his hands at either side of Jungkook's head, his laughter now fizzling into a huge grin plastered across his lips. "So you do like me? You like me back?"

Jungkook let out another scoff, before large, warm palms found their way up Jimin's back and pulled him against the younger. "I did say 'only you'. Wasn't that good enough for you?"

'𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝'

𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

" (𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭) 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧."

Jimin's mind crawled back, fourth and around that simple term, because he still couldn't quite grasp how he'd ended up here: on top of Jeon Jungkook in only his underwear, and amidst a love-like confession from the most stubborn man that he'd ever met. He wanted to ponder further, but maybe he was too happy to overcomplicate things like his mind always did in the past.

"No, it was fine. It was perfect."

hey yo, i'm back. also this is mega fucking cute right?

by the way, still a good few chapters left. if you wanna stay for some future smut and more fluffy then stay tuned. we got some more shit to get through. hope you enjoyed.

see you around :)