“what the fuck,” jimin mutters as he looks up at the apartment building standing before him. “i don’t see any signs of fire.”
jimin curses under his breath. he’s supposed to be wrapped up in his thick warm blanket and curled up like a ball in his comfy bed right now, sleeping the night away to relax his brain that he tortured and abused for the past few days because of finals. but some fucker thought it’ll be fun to pull the fire alarm at two fucking am and disturb other people’s sleep.
and now here he is, standing outside their apartment building, wrapped in a blanket from head to toe like a burrito, hair sticking out in different directions. and there’s probably a dried drool on the side of his mouth but he couldn’t bring himself to care. i mean, for fuck’s sake he’s not even fully awake yet and he can barely open his small eyes!
he looks down to see if he slipped the right slippers because, again, he’s not in the right state of mind and he probably slipped on his fluffy panda slippers ((it was cute okay, jimin just can’t not buy it)) that no one knows about, even his best friend — and great.
just great.
he mumbles a quiet fuck, staring at the not-so-manly and fluffy slippers covering his cold feet. a sudden wave of heat rushes to his cheeks, embarrassed of the fact that people would discover his darkest and probably the most embarrassing secret.
jimin reminds himself to hunt down the person who did this shit.
the landlord informed the tenants that it may take a while before everyone could go back to their rooms since they have to make sure that it was just a false alarm. obviously it was what the fuck, jimin wanted to scream at the landlord but he holds himself back, wanting to have a place to sleep in for the night ((he can’t let his anger be the reason for him to get kicked out of his apartment tf no)).
he looks around and sees the other tenants looking unfazed, like being stuck outside with the cold breeze enveloping their warm bodies doesn’t bother them at all. jimin scoffed. most of them looked surprisingly prepared, having themselves wrapped in a much thicker blanket than jimin’s and a pillow in hand.
jimin scans the place again, silently judging all the familiar faces he had encountered before. there’s that annoying old woman talking to the landlord, maybe demanding to have someone get her annoying pet cat inside. that fucking cat that “accidentally” scratched jimin’s legs ((why did he even wear shorts that day)), leaving him with a long ugly scar for days. and there’s also that good looking boy wh--hold the fuck up.
who the hell is that handsome boy?
jimin had his eyes trained on the face of the oddly familiar boy. a mop of black disheveled hair that no doubt looks unsexy (but jimin finds it hot and sexy nonetheless). big doe eyes that screams cuteness and chastity (dirty thoughts about this boy still crossed jimin’s mind, though). big cute nose that jimin just wants to pinch so bad or maybe nuzzle his small button nose with. and that lips, damn. pink bow-shaped lips that looks quite addictive. jimin bets it tastes much, much more addictive, too.
over the year that has passed since jimin moved to this crappy but bearable apartment complex, this is the first time he’s seen him in this building ((or outside the building because obviously they’re not inside but you get my point)) and jimin wonders if he’s been indulging himself in his apartment too much that he didn’t notice this boy, who is quite frankly a specimen of a human being, around their building.
jimin looks further down and nearly gasped as he stared at the shivering body of the boy. he only had a shirt and boxers on! he doesn’t even have any blanket or any cloth that could keep himself from the chilly breeze. and to make things worse, the boy is barefoot!
it would surely take half an hour before they could go back inside so jimin resolved to offer the cute boy his comfy blanket. no, jimin’s not just doing this because the boy is attractive...no, nope. he just doesn’t want his future husband to freeze to death.
with small, reluctant steps, jimin finds himself approaching the unprepared boy, one hand clutching his blanket tightly. he bites the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself from grinning because holyshit he’s more attractive up close. jimin also noticed that his future husband is a few inches taller than him. it almost pissed off jimin but then various scenarios of the boy spooning him as they cuddle appeared before his eyes.
“you can be my personal teddy bear and blanket,” jimin mumbles unconsciously, completely unaware of the boy in front of him who is now looking at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
“what...?”
no way. ohmygod. did i really just say that out loud? what the fuck, jimin, you idiot. he would probably think i’m a creep oh god. stupid brain. stupid mouth. stupid ji--
“are you okay?”
jimin looks up and sees the most adorable bunny smile etched on the tall boy’s face. he looks like a bunny! a very very cute bunny! i’m gonna die.
“hey, are you okay?” the boy chuckles. a faint glint of amusement evident in his eyes as he stares at jimin.
“uhh...yeah. i noticed you’re unprepared and you’re kinda shivering so i... uhhh... you know... do you wanna share my blanket?” jimin rambles, eyes looking everywhere but the boy in front of him.
jimin only receives a giggle as a response from the boy. he flashes his bunny smile at jimin again and nods his head like a little kid.
“sure, i really needed it. i’m jungkook, by the way. jeon jungkook.”
jimin smiles, “park jimin.”
jimin moves to drape half of his blanket over jungkook’s body but fails in a cute manner, earning himself a giggle from jungkook.
“ahh, you’re so cute.”
jungkook huddles close to jimin’s side, wrapping himself with the blanket, making sure that jimin’s whole body is still covered. jimin wants the ground to swallow him whole, fuck.
it’s kinda awkward because of their height difference so they settled to have a seat on the unoccupied bench next to them. in this new position, their bodies are practically flushed together. jimin really really wants the ground to swallow him whole.
because he’s too engrossed in his own thoughts, jimin didn’t notice the arm behind him that is now being carefully placed down on his shoulder. jimin’s body immediately tensed up. oh...my...god...
jeon jungkook, please let me live.
jimin wanted to speak up but he couldn’t really trust his voice (and his stupid mouth) at this moment. things are going a little too fast but jimin couldn’t bring himself to care, he just wants to cherish the moment.
“i... uhhh... i thought it’ll be better if we... give each other heat, you know...? i m-mean... uhmm--but if y-you don’t want t--” jungkook moves to detach himself from jimin but the latter stopped him, small hands flying to wrap around jungkook’s hand that hangs on his right shoulder.
jimin gazes at jungkook with his puppy dog eyes. they held eyecontact for a few seconds, both of them getting lost in each other’s eyes. their faces are just a few inches close, one move and their lips could brush.
“no,” jimin whispers. “i...i like this one better.”
jimin was the first one to look away, eyes closing as he leans on jungkook’s side and head resting on jungkook’s shoulder. he can feel jungkook relaxing beside him, breathing becoming steady as he pulls jimin closer if that’s even possible.
“yeah, better...”
