The room was dark; the window was open causing wind to whistle through and blow on the curtains which caused Jimin to shiver. He'd been sleeping on the couch, basically making those soft cushions his bed rather than sleep next to a fiancé he last remembered as a scrawny emo kid. There was even a blanket and pillow that was folded up next to Jimin's couch. Jungkook never pressured Jimin to live like a couple, a thought that made Jimin swallow and furrow his brows.

How hard must this be for Jungkook? He thought suddenly. Not without reason, Jimin's focus has been solely on his own adjustment to waking up an adult - but Jungkook had built a whole life around the two of them and yet never pushed Jimin to fully understand that.

Jimin took in a long breath, looking around the room where clothes were thrown about. There was a desk with letters and pictures scattered around it. Jimin walked, his steps loud in his ears as he looked over the contents.

I'm being unfair to him. Jimin thought. Well snooping in his room definitely doesn't help. Or - our room, I guess.

They were photos of Jungkook and him on the desk. One was of Jungkook's hand over Jimin's shoulders and Jimin laughing as he spilled a drink from leaning in too fast. Another was the two boys facing the beach Jungkook had taken him to yesterday. Then another of Jimin with ruffled hair and his clothes all muddy from - Jimin frowned. He wasn't sure. Jungkook looked equally as beat up and sweaty in the photo but the two boys smiled anyway.

Jimin squinted - was that a knife tied to his own leg? He looked at Jungkook and saw the outline of another long knife strapped to his forearm. Wow, looks like we went freaky for Halloween.

Jimin frowned, shifting the photos out of the way to see letters. They were in sealed envelvoples and only one was open which only confused Jimin further. There was no name, just an address written for some place within the outskirts of Seoul and a sticky note that had SADA written on it - whatever the fuck that meant. Maybe Jungkook had friends outside of good old private doc Min Yoongi.

He licked his lips, moving from the desk to the closet. Something violent pulled at his chest, almost knocking him backward. His body warned him, pleading with him to stay at the desk. The closet door seemed to grow in size in Jimin's mind as if to shut Jimin away.

Jimin pushed past it, reaching for the closet and paused before he swung it open to reveal - clothes. Just. Clothes. Mostly black and expensive too. There were a couple rows of sharp suit jackets and smart looking pants, lots of athletic pieces too. The other half were the colorful flowy silks that dipped low at the chest which he guessed belonged to him. The pants were all very tight too. Sleek, past me. If I wanted to flash the world with one seem rip looks like I was always prepared.

He shook his head, the eye tattooed on his hand felt like it was burning. "I'm going crazy, there's nothing here." Jimin said. He started to close the closet door when something caught his eye. Pushed back into the very corner of the closet was a box. It was made of cheap grey fabric and slightly hidden under a fallen sweater. In it Jimin saw the first warmed toned thing in the entire house. Something small, made of a smooth fabric, and starkly colored gold.

Jimin moved to reach for it when he heard the front door swing open and bolted from the room to find Jeon Jungkook walk into the living room with a look like death in his usually warm eyes. He had a cut on his bicep that was gushing blood. The wound was long, about the length of Jimin's palm - well maybe two of Jimin's palms. He had tiny hands you know.

Jungkook didn't say anything as he covered his arm and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

***

"Okay," Jungkook said as he slid onto the couch, two hot chocolates already ready on the coffee table. He stretched out his black sweatpants covered legs next to them as he leaned into the back cushions. "Today's movie for your cinema re-education, the classic 2005 film: Pride and Prejudice."

Jimin walked into the living room, his hair still wet from the hour-long shower of his own, only to spin on his heels and cover his eyes the second he saw Jungkook sprawled shirtless on the couch.

"Shirt!" Jimin yelled and it caused Jungkook to roar with laughter from the other room.

"Min, you've seen me naked. And that's after your amnesia."

"Shirt!" Jimin just yelled back.

"I learned 'pants' two days ago from you. You're teaching me so many new words."

Jimin could envision the death eating smirk on Jungkook's face without having to see it for himself.

"Come on Minnie, let me show you one of the best cinematic masterpieces of our generation."

Jimin huffed in response.

"If it really bothers you I'll go and put a shirt on but -"

Jimin walked into the room, his cheeks burning. There was a little scowl on his lips that caused Jungkook's chiseled face to melt and then grin as Jimin tried to look at the floor as he headed over and took a seat on his side of the couch. His eyes slid to Jungkook's bicep where his wound had been bandaged and wrapped. Some blood was starting to spot the white fabric.

Jungkook shifted his shoulder slightly. "Don't worry about that. I ran into a tree."

Jimin stared at Jungkook and gave a small nod. "Sure." He said, moving to grab the hot chocolate mug. He couldn't get that cold look in Jungkook's eyes out of his head. It was like staring at a whole different person than the half naked own sporting a lazy, bunny toothed grin in front of him.

Jimin sat down, lots of room for Jesus between the two of them, and took a sip. Something in Jimin's chest loosened when he tasted it, spiced just like last time. Except this time there was a hint of vanilla and it was ... warm. Not hot. Warm. Like Jungkook had noticed Jimin struggling to gulp down the temperature last time - or more likely he already knew that about Jimin.

"This is one of my favorites. Mr. Darcy, he's an asshole at the start. Cold and arrogant and oh my gosh I like nobody. But Lizzie is a no bull shit type and they hit off and then it sparks and - Jimin, Jimin you're going to love the scene when they're on this massive field and Darcy is about to - well I guess that might be a spoiler but - Oh! And the music! You're gonna love the soundtrack..."

Jungkook kept rambling about the plot while Jimin just watched him with awe. He was so excited about this stupid romance movie. Like a kid showing their parents a cute rock they found outside and Jimin couldn't help but find it...adorable.

Even if the guy was completely shirtless while he did it.

Which didn't go unnoticed by Jimin at all. Shit I really am a perv. Jimin thought as his eyes trailed down Jungkook's neck to that sleeve of inked tattoos along his strong forearm. He lingered on those rings Jungkook had stacked on his left fingers and then slowly trailed back up. Starting with his abs, that perfect dip of a v and then up and up until he realized Jungkook had stopped talking and was staring at him.

"Does it -" Jimin swallowed, pointing at the wound. He thought of the weird photo of the two of them on Jungkook's desk and the strange box in the closet. Jimin was missing something, something important. Who was SADA? Or that address? And again, that box. "Does it hurt?"

Jungkook's eyes softened. "No, it doesn't hurt Min. You're usually better at wrapping my injuries than I am. I'm clumsy. I get injured all the time."

"Have a vendetta against trees?" Jimin asked lightly, but his eyes were cautious. The two of them like cats circling each other. His body, despite the cocoa and soft blanket on his lap, was on edge. Keeping an eye out for Selener, if you will.

Jimin didn't know a lot about his new life, but with whatever the Hell that was in Jungkook's room, he knew one thing for sure: he didn't trust the beautiful boy sitting next to him.

"Just might." Jungkook answered and Jimin stared at him. Then at those lazy lips. Dangerous, he thought. Jungkook was dangerous. On so many levels. And thinking about those lips brushing his ear in the memory that came back at the store, Jimin couldn't help but lick his own.

Jungkook smiled when he saw just where Jimin was looking.

Jimin went red instantly. The morning at that beach town hadn't gone great, he'd practically ran away from Jungkook and then didn't speak a word to him on the drive back except for "I need space" as he locked himself in his room. Jungkook tried to talk to him, brought him some ramen at his door, and then finally gave up and left for another conference for a job Jimn hadn't cared enough to ask about. It wasn't exactly fair of him to treat Jungkook like that and then stare at his body like it was a piece of perfectly cut, lean meat.

"I-I'm sorry." Jimin said, turning red. And he meant it.

Jungkook only blinked, taking that strong arm of his and lifting Jimin's minnie mug out of his hands and placing it back on the coffee table in front of them.

"I'm your fiancé, Jimin." Jungkook said as he turned to face him, the opening scene of Pride and Prejudice flashing against his face, illuminating it against the rest of the dark room. The lights were all off for movie night, the stars and city lights exposed by the large glass wall behind them the only other source of action in the room. "Stare all you want," he said, his voice dropping an octave and lined with enough challenge that Jimin almost moaned. This isn't fair. You're hiding something and I - I can't just -

Jungkook's lashes dipped to Jimin's lips then back to his eyes. Jimin lifted a hand, like his body remembered the movements to this dance of theirs, even if his mind didn't. Slowly, cautiously, Jimin ran a finger down Jungkook's arm, circling around his shoulders. "Is this okay?" He asked, "I don't want to take advantage of your memory of me."

Dangrous. This was dangrous. The photo had knives. Jungkook had a cut he was lying about -

Jungkook shuddered at the touch. Shuddered to find control, Jimin realized.

"God Jimin, I'm yours you beautiful idiot. I always will be." He strained before leaning in to kiss him.

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A/N:
I'll double update something soon to make up for the missed weeks. Life threw a lot at me, I'm just recouping a bit!! Sorry for the sudden absence, I hope you guys are doing okay ❤️
- Vi