4 Chapter 3: Sam ? (1/2)
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Ng Jimin has been surprised the first time he entered Jungkook's apartment. It must have been the most minimalistic-decorated space he ever laid his eyes on. It was clear that the owner was not spending a lot of time at home because everything seemed to be new so he carefully took his shoes off before following Jungkook towards the small kitchen.
”Would you like to have something to drink?” The man opened the fridge. ”I have some beer, some orange juice –”
”Milk?” The request took Jungkook by surprise because his doe eyes widened but he convinced himself to snap out of it. He had some milk because he was sometimes eating cereal in the morning.
”Sure, warm?”
”That would be nice, yes.” The boy's voice was little and a bit raspy so the elder felt like melting. He grabbed the carton of milk but put it on the counter before approaching the guest who took a seat at the table and leaning so he could kiss his lips chastely. Jimin's pink hair was fluffier and wilder than ever so he nuzzled it with his nose, making its owner giggle. ”What?”
”You're cute.”
”Can I have another kiss, then?”
”Have you been a good boy?” The student immediately nodded enthusiastically, making the dom chuckle. He let his hands rest on the boy's thighs and pressed their mouths together once again, this time letting his tongue wander and tease. Jimin loved kissing, it was a fact, and it was always a pleasure to hear the little whimpers of pleasure he elicited. He parted after a while and ignored the whine that followed in order to go and heat the white liquid.
Once the filled mug was placed in front of the boy he shyly got up and headed towards Jungkook, obviously meaning to sit on his lap. His steps were unsure so the taller man opened his arms as an encouragement and smiled when he finally grabbed the cup and began to drink from it. There were days in which Jungkook couldn't believe how soft he was for the boy he was currently holding.
”Is it good?” Jimin nodded so fast that he thought he would choke. ”Easy, baby.” The younger looked more vulnerable than usual and the tattoo artist was sure it was not because of the cute striped shirt he was wearing. He wrapped his arms around his middle as he drank and rested his head against his shoulder blades. ”Would you please bring me a glass of water?”
The boy sprinted and completed his task with no difficulty before returning to his seat.
”Thank you.”
”You're welcome, Daddy.” Cinnamon eyes widened as soon as the last word left plump lips and a chubby hand rose as if it was trying to act like a shield. He looked almost scared and when his lower lip began to wobble, Jungkook prepared to intervene. ”I – I'm sorry. I didn't –” He was babbling and he looked as if he was expecting to be scolded.
”Hey, you did nothing wrong.” The boy's eyes casted downwards so the other let out a long sigh. ”Min, look at me when we're talking.” He immediately did so. ”There's nothing wrong with calling me Daddy. It makes me happy to know you trust me enough to call me that, okay?” Jimin nodded slowly and the other got up from his seat, ready to make himself understood. The student's head found itself resting against a strong chest and he would have sobbed if he wouldn't have still been mortified by the word that just escaped his lips. ”Did Baby have a bad day?”
Truthfully, it had been horrible. Jungkook was the one who usually asked if they could meet but for the first time Jimin took the initiative, needing some kind of comfort after the horrible events over the past hours. The courses have been horrible, he found himself tripping and falling in front of everyone and spent the rest of the day under the impression that everyone was staring and gossiping about him. He tried to study too but he couldn't concentrate so he called Jungkook, hoping they could see each other, even if only for an hour.
He bit on his lower lip so hard that he felt the taste of blood on his tongue.
”Can you look at me?” Tears began to pool out of his eyes and he cursed himself for being so weak. A few cuts would have helped with handling these feelings but he couldn't evade his dom now, not when he was in such a state. Jungkook squatted in front of him and cupped his cheek with care, causing for more sobs to rip through his body. ”Everything is okay now, baby. Daddy won't let anything hurt you.”
”I– I'm sorry.” Bigger hands grabbed his and he felt thumbs caressing his skin.
”Let's go, sweetheart.”
Jimin blindly followed him, a part of his brain hoping he would get hurt. He was confused but accepted when he was urged to sit on the couch placed in the living room, hands pushing him on his back. Was Jungkook going to fuck him until he ached? He closed his eyes and felt the man's front flush against his back, their legs slowly intertwining as a hand sneaked to rest on his tummy. He sniffled when a kiss was pressed against the back of his head.
”Do you want to talk about it?” He didn't, he just wanted to forget.
”Can we watch something?” His voice came out raspy but Jungkook didn't insist, instead struggling to grab the remote control and turn on the TV. His baby boy was tensed beyond reason so he pressed another peck on his ear.
”What do you want to watch?”
”Cartoons?” He sounded ashamed of himself.
”Okay, let's see what we can find.” It was some new show because he didn't recognise it but he felt Jimin shifting so he would be even closer. His body slowly relaxed even if there were tears still rolling down his cheeks and they stood like that for a while, until the younger felt sleep blurring his vision and he simply allowed himself to go limp. When he woke up the room was darker than he could remember and the screen showed a documentary about animals so he blinked a few times before peeking at the man still pressed against his back.
As soon as he met doe eyes he felt his cheeks heating so he looked away, seriously contemplating if he should act like he was still asleep. He felt horrible, his head was hurting and he was sure he looked like a mess and that was not even the beginning of his problems.
”Hey, sleepy head.” Jungkook's voice was calm as always and it only caused for Jimin to feel worse. ”Did you have a nice nap?” He nodded shyly and felt a kiss pressed on his cheek. His stomach grumbled so he curled himself further, trying to make the ugly noises stop. ”I think we should have a snack because dinner might take a bit.”
”Okay.”
His feet were wobbly once he got up and Jungkook seemed to observe that because he wrapped an arm around his middle, guiding him to the kitchen where he offered him a banana and asked what he would like to eat.
”Am I staying for dinner?”
”I assumed so but not if you don't want to.” The man said and Jimin hurried to tell him that he'd like that very much. It was the first time in forever he was going to eat something home-cooked by someone else so he was quite enthusiastic but also curious to see how skilled the tattoo artist was in the kitchen. ”How does kimchi jjigae sound?”
Jimin's stomach grumbled in response and his face heated when he heard a clear chuckle.
”I see. I'll take care of it so why don't you tell me about your day while I do so?”
So the younger did, going into detail and opening himself up about all the insecurities he built over the past hours. He sometimes wished he could completely disappear but as that was not a choice he used other methods to make himself suffer and the desire to hurt himself was still burning inside of him as Jungkook was cooking. He took some moments to contemplate if he should talk about it and decided it was for the best.
”I really want to cut right now.” It came so out of the blue that Jungkook almost dropped the knife he's been holding. He slowly stopped everything he was doing and turned the fire down on the stove before coming closer to the student. ”I'm sorry.” He wasn't mad but he had a hard time with the idea that his sweet Jimin could go to the bathroom and slit his wrists before coming back and pretending everything was fine.
”But you won't do that now that you've told me, right?” Hesitation. ”Be honest.”
”I don't know.”
”Let's try something.” He looked things up on the internet, he asked his friend who was supposed to be a psychologist and found out there were alternatives to cutting so he opened his freezer and grasped the ice-cubes he usually used when he was drinking. They were simple, cubic ones and he offered one to Jimin. ”Press it over your skin.”
The boy did and his eyes widened at the burning sensation that intensified with each passing second. It was not the same but it definitely hurt and once the ice melted there was no mark left, only a faint redness that was supposed to heal in minutes. It made him want to scream but he took another one and did the same, seeing Jungkook was still looking at him from time to time, in between the preparations for dinner. Four cubes disappeared before he gave up.
Dinner was a lot more silent that he imagined and he wished he wouldn't be in such a bad state of mind. The elder was struggling to get words out of his mouth and he was sure he was going to realise he didn't want him for a sub when he urged him to come closer and sit on his lap. His tummy was full and he closed his eyes as soon as he felt Jungkook's arms enveloping him.
”Do you have school tomorrow?”
”Not until noon.” Soft lips pressed to the side of his head.
”Okay.” He had no idea what that meant but he was grateful that he could spend more time like that because the man's touch was making everything better. Time passed by with them in the same position and when they finally parted Jimin pressed their lips together into a chaste and short kiss. ”Better?” A nod. ”Can I kiss you?”
”Yes.” Their mouths met once again but this time hungrier, their tongues brushing together and exploring everything they could reach. Jungkook's fingers dug into the other's middle and a little whimper left the pink-haired boy's mouth, encouraging the dom to act braver. The fact that they were supposed to have a sexual relationship sometimes slipped off Jimin's mind but now that his whole body was burning he could feel himself wanting more of that kind of contact. His mind was foggy when he finally whispered a ”please” against wet lips.
”Please what?” He remembered a certain part written by Jungkook in their pseudo-contract so his hand reached one of the thick thighs under his own and squeezed it. ”Are you sure, baby? I promise you there's no hurry.”
”Please.” Jimin's voice was now louder and the elder took that as a cue that he was sure.