𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 | PJM. JJK✔

chapter 46

A/n: I stare at this fanart like five times a day so I decided to put it here and expose myself 🧚🏻‍♀️

"That was... alright," Chaeyoung panted, lying side by side with Jungkook on her large queen bed.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, wishing his body would stop trembling when Chaeyoung had already had her way with him.

"I don't mind you being passive in bed Kookiebear," Chaeyoung murmured, turning her head to look at her boyfriend. "But you could put in a little more effort sometimes, you know?"

Jungkook parted his lips to speak but his throat was closed off, and all he could do was whimper. He rolled onto his side to turn Chaeyoung his back, wrapping his arm around his naked torso to calm himself down.

"Or am I asking for too much?" Chaeyoung giggled, spooning Jungkook from behind. "I did go for five rounds so I'm sorry if I was a little rough."

Jungkook pressed his eyes shut, feeling bits and pieces of himself die every time Chaeyoung touched him.

He didn't think fucking the girl would've felt so different without drugs to numb his mind. That every graze of their skin would set his teeth on edge the way it did, or that every kiss would make his skin crawl nails against a chalkboard.

Jungkook craved his sleeping pills. He craved shutting brain off and letting himself just exist without any emotions, but he'd promised Jimin not to rely on those meds anymore, so he had to hang on for now.

In the darkness of Chaeyoung's bedroom, Jimin was Jungkook's only light. He had to keep the man in his life before he'd drown in his own misery again, and start right back where he left off.

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Wednesday came quick, and it was finally time for Jimin's first boxing class since his week off. Within five minutes his students would start streaming through the gym doors, and Jimin would be lying if he said he wasn't excited.

He was going to learn some nerds how to kick ass, and he would get to be with Junkook for two hours straight! Of course he would maintain a perfect teacher student relationship during his class, but just being near Jungkook was enough for him.

"Hey, what's that on your neck?"

Jimin flinched when Yeonjun snapped him out of his thoughts by coming up behind him. "What do you mean?"

"That's a hickey..." Yeonjun said, coming closer to inspect Jimin's neck. "Since when do you have a boyfriend?"

Jimin furrowed his brows and laughed as if Yeonjun had said something absurd, shielding his neck with flushed cheeks. "It's not a hickey... it's a mosquito bite."

"But-"

"Shut up or I'll make you do push-ups in front of the entire class."

Students finally began to walk into the gym after a bit of waiting, all of them greeting Jimin respectfully before disappearing into the changing rooms.

Jimin nibbled on his lips, nearly standing on his toes to see if Jungkook had already arrived.

"Looking for someone?" Yeonjun teased, but Jimin pushed his hand into the boy's face to silence him as he wasn't in the mood for jokes.

Thankfully he didn't have to wait too long though, since only a few minutes later, a man with fluffy brown hair and a prosthetic arm carefully shuffled into the gym, adjusting the jacket of his black suit like he was looking for a business meeting instead of a boxing practice.