Your Eyes Tell [A Jikook Fanfiction ©️ Book 1]

Twenty Eight: A Vicious Cycle

The dorm was silent save for the slight shuffles eminating from the living room. The pair had long since retreated from their desiring behaviour and simply resulted to enjoying each others company in the dim light, arms wrapped around their barely clothed bodies, lips gently brushing together silently. He couldn't belive how far they'd come. A flutter tickled Jimin's chest, yet it did not flutter comfortably. From desperately wanting to even just hold Jungkook's hand... And now? He smirked.

But something was still wrong. To his dismay, as Jimin glanced around at the strewn clothes on the floor, drawing his eyes up to rake over his and Jungkook's state of almost nakedness, his stomach seemed to lurch sickeningly.

He did not feel sick because he regretted what they had done, given their actions were not unique to that evening. But a low feeling crept across his mind as he realised that caught up in the heat of the moment, he had forgotten his concerns. He'd promised himself he wouldn't let this happen until Jungkook had apologised... How could he have been so stupid!

Jungkook shuffled from where he was lying beside Jimin, lifting his head as he'd done every couple of minutes before that point to place comforting lips against the older's. But as the kiss delved into a more heated moment, the contemporary dancer faltered.

"J-Jimin-shii?" The maknae stammered, drawing away a little as two arms gently guided him away from their hold. Jimin sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the sofa and sighed deeply, "I-I'm going to go to sleep." His words were met with confused silence, the younger simply watching in distress as the older rose to his feet and began silently gathering up his things.

"Jimin what-?" A whispered protest reached his ears. But Jimin's heart sank so deeply that he could barely respond with much more than a shrug..As he turned his back to grab his jeans, a creak alerted him to the news that Jungkook had swiftly escaped the room. Jimin looked at the slowly closing door in uncertain silence.

He'd blown it for sure now. But even though his stomach spiralled in some sort of naseauous reaction to his despair, his blood boiled.

Surely Jungkook had to realise by now-?

*
Hoseok looked up from where he had been moments away from launching himself into the bed beside Taehyung and enveloping him into a koala hold.
At the threshold of the door, was a blank faced Jungkook in little more than his boxers. Hoseok didn't even want to know.
"I need my bed back." he called out emotionlessly, not even questioning why his two hyungs had been sleeping there in the first place.
"We-we assumed you'd sleep with-"
"-You assumed wrong then." The younger huffed irritably, "Can I sleep? We-" But his words were snatched away by a hand grasping his wrist and hauling him sharply away from his bedroom. Tae and Hobi glanced towards the scene with confused frowns as their maknae, a lost expression flooding his face, allowed himself to be dragged back into the living room. The door shut sharply behind them.

"What... Was that about?" Taehyung muttered, letting out a large yawn. But his elder shrugged, he too emitting a yawn of exhaustion as the pair slumped to sleep in almost an instant.

*

"Jimin please explain what's going on." Jungkook begged, watching as the older stared across from him in silence, his arms tightly folded across his chest. But Jimin's stone cold expression didn't flicker. Not even to respond to his plea. The maknae began to feel tears rise in a painful bubble within his throat.

"P-please..." He stuttered, unable to force the words through his lips in any way but a whisper. He didn't want to lose Jimin again... He couldn't.
Frantically, he wracked his brains in an attempt to figure out what he might have done wrong.