(Double Update Today!!)
;) <— that's a wink from me
- Vio

Tell Me: What Do You Like?

"Jungkook?" Jimin asked. He hugged his arms into his chest as he walked towards the brunette boy; the night wind causing goosebumps to cover Jimin's skin. Granted, walking outside in his pajama pants and t-shirt wasn't the best idea, but still.

Jimin swallowed, hoping he hadn't woken Taehyung up when he left their dorm. His friend was out cold after their auditions but Jimin somehow couldn't find sleep.

His neck still stung, almost as if bitten by a bug: the more Jimin scratched at where Seokjin had brushed his hand the more irritated it became. Tomorrow - or, well today judging by how it was already past midnight - was Bid Day. The last grand event for SADA where pledges got to know whether or not their hard work qualified them for membership.

Honestly, when the text came through from Jungkook to meet up, Jimin was more than happy for the excuse to leave his bed. The audition played over and over in his head and when he closed his eyes he'd only escape to his dad's optimistic voice over it.

Jimin tried to pull his soft covers up closer to his face, half blocking up Taehyung's snoring, when his phone had buzzed. There was no contact associated, just a text: come outside, it's important.

Right after Jimin furrowed his brows and adjusted his vision to the bright light, a second, less menacing, text had followed. Oh, right. This is Jungkook by the way - your best friend that's the best that also watches the movies you recommended.

Jimin snorted at that. Then, after a heartbeat, he threw on a Lizzo t-shirt over his bare chest, poking at the slight baby chub still on him, slipped on a pair of his slides that were laying about, and left. Taehyung thankfully snored through the door opening and closing without waking.

"Jungkook." Jimin said again. "It's almost three in the morning. My poor beauty sleep. Look at Lizzo." Jimin pointed down to his shirt where the singer-song writer was playing the flute at one of her concerts in a band costume. "Look at that disapproval on her face."

She was smiling.

Jeon Jungkook rolled his eyes but grinned when he saw Jimin's ruffled hair. He looked tired himself, there were dark circles under his eyes and his skin was pale. His hands were even shaking.

"Hey." Jimin said again, softer this time as he stepped closer to the boy and put a hand on his forearm. Jesus you're strong, he thought at the muscle hiding underneath the fabric. Jimin's dorm complex flashed bright behind them like Jesus' nudge for clean thoughts. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

Jimin watched Jungkook's lips part to speak before falling back closed. Jimin's attention went down to Jungkook's fingers where the boy kept rubbing his knuckles till they turned red. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing here." He finally said, that honey-like voice failing him. "I don't normally get involved."

Jimin smiled through a sigh. He stretched out his arm and grabbed Jungkook by the shoulder, pulling him into his chest. Jungkook bit at his lip, looking like he was going to fight Jimin on the embrace, before giving in and leaning into Jimin's frame.

"You're the one with the sweatshirt." Jimin said, his fingers finding their way from Jungkook's shoulder to the back of his neck where he was running his fingers through the dark curls. "So if either of us are supposed to be shaking, it should be me."

Jimin started to draw little circles with his thumb in Jungkook's hair, the curls soft. Jungkook huffed a laugh before pulling away from Jimin, color back in his cheeks. He shook his head, shrugging off his sweatshirt to reveal a standard black shirt underneath and handed the pile of blue fabric to Jimin.

"Jungkook, I was joking." Jimin blinked and Jungkook just shrugged, waiting for Jimin to throw it on.

"I know." Jungkook said with a small grin, rubbing the back of his neck where Jimin's fingers had just been.

Jimin finally threw the sweatshirt on and almost cried from how warm it was - when had his breath started to come out in puffs of smoke? Jimin tried not to snuggle too much into the warmth of the soft sweatshirt, but it was almost impossible. Even the smell of it was cozy, like pine trees and chocolate.

When he looked up Jungkook had taken a step closer to him. His hand was on Jimin's forearm and those golden speckled eyes danced across Jimin's own, down his face, flickering to his lips. The grip on Jimin's forearm was gentle as Jungkook pulled him closer.

"I'm sorry - this is all I've been thinking about doing for days." Jungkook said before closing the distance between him and Jungkook and pulled Jimin into a kiss.

Jimin's throat gave out a startled noise but Jungkook's lips were so warm and inviting. Once again the world closed around them and suddenly it was just him and Jungkook, even the cold wind couldn't reach them.

The grip on Jimin's arm tightened as Jungkook forced himself away from Jimin. Those dark lashes of his almost scraped his brows from the shock on Jungkook's sharp face. His eyes were wide and he licked his lips as if to start explaining himself when Jimin grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt.

Jungkook had kissed him. His friend. The person who could make Jimin's entire world feel safe and warm in an instant. The person he felt understood him without even really knowing each other. Something in his chest sang and his ears were ringing as Jimin balled up the fabric of Jungkook's shirt and pulled the beautiful boy's tall ass down to his level so he could kiss him again.

Jimin wanted more - God he wanted so much more than just this - then just kissing - then being friends -

"Jimin." Jungkook finally said, resting his forehead against Jimin's and breaking the kiss. "If you get a bid tomorrow, don't take it. Please. If SADA asks you to join, reject them. Say no."

Jungkook's words were like a wave of cold water hitting Jimin, causing him to stumble back. "What?" He shook his head, his lips burning. "How could you even suggest that?"

"It's not worth it. You'll prove your mom wrong another way. I don't know how but I'll help you, reject the bid. Please." Jungkook was shaking, his hand rested so gently above Jimin's bruised wrist that Jimin thought he might cry. He'd never had someone hold him like that, like a single touch could translate so many words at once: I'm here, I'll take care of you, trust me. How Jungkook had even noticed the bruises in the first place was beyond Jimin.

Jimin pulled his hand away. "Why are you saying this?"

Jungkook blinked as if Jimin had slapped him. "I - Jesus, I can't even say it. I know we haven't known each other long but I care about you. I wanted to warn you, Jimin!"

"Of what, exactly? None of the vague bullshit. What should I be so scared of?" Jimin said and Jungkook's eyes went to Jimin's wrist.

Jimin moved it behind his leg.

"You don't leave once you get in, Jimin. If you join SADA they control you forever. Not as a dancer but your life too." Jungkook breathed out and Jimin said nothing in return. "Yoongi knows because he was in love with Hoseok - and look who's not only still stuck in SADA but in high ranks? They were forced to break up when Yoongi chose to work for my family instead of the organization. That's why he hates me, he blames me for it. The stuff that goes on in there is wild, Jimin, and most of them don't even see it!"

"And do what instead, Jungkook? Not getting a bid is one thing but getting one and rejecting it is basically career suicide. Leave? Go back to Busan? Study something normal? I have no choice here. If I'm offered membership then I have to take it."

Jungkook let out a shaky breathe, it was hot against Jimin's cold cheek as he trailed his lips to Jimin's jaw and pressed a small kiss to it. Jimin's spine curved at the touch and his veins filled with fire. He closed his eyes, feeling Jungkook's hands slip into his own and the boy's interlaced fingers gave him a squeeze.

"Just think about it. If you reject your bid, find me. I'll help you, Jimin. I promise."

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Somehow, and don't judge Jimin because even he doesn't know how it happened, Jungkook and him ended up stopping by Jungkook's apartment.

Jimin's head was spinning from the kiss, from Jungkook's warning, from the day. His body was wide awake and the thought of slipping back to his dorm after all of it felt wrong. Another part of him simply didn't want to say goodbye to Jungkook just yet. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that whatever happened tomorrow would change his life here in Seoul, and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Jungkook before facing it.

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A/N: I just want to write a make out 🙄🤚

- Vio