Hyung's Sweetheart || Jikook

☆13. He Smells Like Frangipani☆

Jimin was just doodling his finger on the barstool beside him when he saw Mr. Kie exiting the room, he paused infront of Jimin. Jimin was just looking at him the way he was looking at Jimin from top to bottom. Mr. Kie passed him a weak smile and walked away while Jimin just watched him go expressionlessly without smiling back at him.

Finally Jimin reached home while thinking why Mr. Kie smiled like that, the smile was a bit pitiful, filled with sympathy and different affinity he couldn't judge. Why that man smiled like that at him?

Jimin rushed up towards his room which he shared with Jungkook, to avoid any conversation with Jungkook. Luckily, Jungkook didn't ask anything about that scar on their way back home but Jimin knew it didn't mean he had forgotten about it.

Jungkook entered their house after parking the bike carefully, trying not to wake their parents up. Jungkook looked around to find Jimin in the kitchen or somewhere but he wasn't there.

Jungkook opened the door of their room to find Jimin already in his sleeping clothes, snoring being half hidden under the sheets over his(Jimin's) bed. "That was so fast" Jungkook commented with a surprised face.

Jungkook took a quick rinse shower and was wearing his sleeping attire when Jimin's clothes on the floor got his attention. He shook his head in disbelief as he picked them up, Jimin was in too hurry to even pick them up. "Really? This clumsy boy" Jungkook mumbled while folding them but the sweet fragrance coming from the shirt he was holding, paused Jungkook's pace and he closed his eyes as he smelled the shirt from up close.

His shirt's fragrance was the mixture of freesia and frangipani with the little bit hint of Jasmine, the vibes Jungkook could sense was something warm, comforting, strawberry and sexy. No doubt Jimin's puberty was making things hard for Jungkook, a lot hard, like the real hard, like he could feel the hardness in his pants too that kind of the hard.

He didn't know he will be lusting over Jimin like this in the future, he just had no idea how to control himself and stay brotherly with Jimin anymore. He had raised Jimin to be so jolly with him. Physically, Jimin had no such thing called personal space when it comes to clinging to Jungkook. How can Jungkook control his unstoppable sex drive when Jimin is the one sometimes kissing Jungkook firstly.

Jungkook paced ahead towards his own bed which was across the whole room with the wall, holding Jimin's shirt yet.

Their room wasn't simple when you look at Jimin's side. Orderly, when you open the room door you face Jungkook's bed attached with the black wall on the right, with his all music records, posters and everything a bit grungy and gothic, black and music was Jungkook's genre. When you turned left a white wall is seen with basically pink and white themed colors and stuff, mostly the fluffy toys Jimin isn't ready to give away even when he is a lot older for them. Pastel colors, fluff and a bit holographic genre was all Jimin. Even his hair color says it.

Jungkook got inside the covers while eyeing Jimin time to time and he even arranged Jimin's bed infront of him, even when Jimin got scared at nights and wanted Jungkook to sleep close but Jungkook wanted distance especially when it comes to horny nights, wet dreams or mumbling something inappropriate. Sadly to Jungkook, Jimin never miss a chance to sneak in as he is a bit afraid of the plastic skulls hanging over Jungkook's bed or of open windows, or of wind howlings or of turned off lights and when it comes to downpour rainy nights, it means Jimin would stick to Jungkook all night long, hidden under his embrace. Jimin was that type of the person who gets scared of anything at any time but the thunder and rain really scares him that bad.

Jungkook placed Jimin's shirt on the night stand and fell asleep for few minutes until someone started shaking him to wake him up. "Hyung? Hyung?" He heard a sleepy voice and opened his eyes to find Jimin sitting on the floor beside the bed.