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Tell me pretty lies,
Look me in the face.
Odd.
Really odd.
Is Jungkook hearing this right?
He huffs out his overgrown locks from his eyes as he lets his bag slump off his shoulder, dropping it off on the couch.
Then he stands still. Trying to hear even clearly.
Wow.
So Park Jimin really is singing in his bedroom.
He can hear the soft melody all the way from their living room.
This is new.
He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, pulling off his jacket and letting it just drop to the floor (Being the messy flat-mate he is) He now makes his way to Jimin's bedroom, hand sliding to grip the handle as silently as he can before gently opening it.
The pink-haired male's head turns around immediately and he stops singing, his owlish pretty eyes widening.
Jungkook raises his eyebrows casually, eyes intentionally raking all over the other's petite frame watching him lay on his stomach.
And then he frowns, eyes squinting when Jimin suddenly follows the other's gaze to his phone, and then suddenly fumbles with the device, now sitting up straight, facing the other and the phone behind his back.
He looks adorable, his pink hair sticking out from all sides of the loosely tied bun he had made and the thick nerd glasses resting on the tip of his nose because of that sudden movement.
But again.
Odd.
"What're you hiding?" Jungkook probes firmly, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.
Jimin looks him up and down quick before sneering.
"Nothing."
"Nah, something's definitely off here nerd." He retorts.
"Nothing is." Jimin snaps back as strictly as he can, but with a pretty voice like that, it doesn't even sound that intimidating.
"I thought you had taken a leave so that you can work on— What was it again?" He pretends to think. "Ah yes, your assignment on using— I quote, rapid access multidisciplinary palliative assessment to improve Cancer Patient Experience."
Jimin doesn't look very amused, only a bit flustered of anything.
"Weird that you remember exactly what I'm working on."
Of course he does.
"Of course I do, I even have to remind you to eat daily, when will you grow up stupid."
"When will you stop being mean?" Jimin huffs out bitterly, his face dropping.
And Jungkook doesn't like the look of that.
So he walks into the room, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Stop trying to change to topic here." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, inhaling the familiar, very attractive smell of strawberry and cream scent of Jimin's bed.
"For the first time in the history of Park Jimin's life does he not have his nose buried in a thousand page dumb book or not stripping off the gene of a cell down to it's last atom. And you tell me nothings going on nerd?"
Jungkook just watches intensely as Jimin tenses up when the notification bell of his phone rings, ears shading a deep red.
And frankly the ravenette does not like such a shy behaviour.
Especially cause it's definitely not for him.
"What's it Park Jimin?"
Jimin's eyes flicker at sudden change in Jungkook's tone. It's a deeper more serious turn laced with Busan accent.
"I'm sorry but it doesn't not bother you in any sort so I don't think I sho—"
"Jimin. What the hell are you hiding?"
Jimin frowns, his lips jutting out slightly into a confused pout.
"Why are you so curious?"
"I think I have right to be that much curious about your sudden change in behavior today as your flat-mate. We've been living together for atleast an year."
Jimin looks down, puffing his cheeks and then nibbling on his bottom lip.
Jungkook knows Jimin does that when he's nervous.
"Fine, I installed a dating app."
"What?"
A dating app.
Jimin installed a dating app.
His Jimin.
His.
He wants to date someone.
A someone who definitely won't be him.
Anger and shock bubbles up inside Jungkook, laced with confusion and bewilderness.
Cause when the fuck did his nerdy flatmate have the guts to do that?
He never really thought about it, cause Jimin had always stayed so reserved, and introverted, the thought that he might actually ever date someone never crossed his mind.
He's so mad.
But instead like always, he does what he always has been doing.
Being an asshole.
"Hah, you gotta be kidding me." He scoffs, forcing out a fake laugh. "No one would want to date a bookworm like you!"
Jimin's face goes even grave and it aches Jungkook's heart.
"Well, I guess you're wrong, this guy I matched with loves reading books too."
No.
Hell no.
"Wait you got a request already?"
"I got a lot more than you said I ever won't Jungkook." Jimin mumbles, and what makes Jungkook even bitter is that the other wasn't even trying to mock him, but yet alone only gently justifying himself.
"No way, nerd are you serious? Do they— Do they even know how you look like? Do they know your hair color is absolutely ridiculous!"
Lies.
Blatant lies.
Jungkook loves his hair color as much as he loves the color of the other's pink lips.
His heart does a bad flip when Jimin, instead of getting all sad and insecure like the times before, actually smiles.
Smiles and fucking blushes.
"Actually, he said he think's I'm pretty and that my hair color is cute."
Jungkook scoffs in disbelief, his fists clenching.
"And what? Now ya'll gonna go out on a date or something?"
Jimin nods.
He actually nods oh god.
"No you aren't."
Jimin frowns, he looks offended now.
"But why? We've talking all morning up till now and he loves oncology too!"
Fuck.
Jimin if it's for you I'd do honors in oncology too.
Just don't—
"You won't go, you have a lot of assignments left to complete. I bet you haven't even eaten yet."
"I did. The guy— Hanjae is his name, he asked me if I had eaten lunch yet and when I said I didn't he said he'll spam me until I don't."
Jungkook hadn't realized how easily Jimin could replace him from his life until now.
Of course he would, the ravenette had been everything but supportive to him all while.
"Listen Jimin, if that's not enough of a reason for you. Online dating is risky."
"You've dated online a couple of times, and you always look happy when you do, and we don't get robbed, what's your point?"
Jungkook runs a hand through his hair and sighs, tensing up his eye-contact with Jimin.
"Nerd, online dating, is not for naive little easy to pick and use boys like you. You don't want anything bad to happen do you? You can't trust them, they might be horrible people."
Jungkook bites his tongue when Jimin doesn't look like he's even a bit affected with that, only annoyed if anything.
He's never seen Jimin get annoyed of him.
All because of an online stranger?
"Stop talking to me like I'm a kid Jungkook. I'm an adult, just cause I'm good at studies does not mean I'm not aware of what people are capable of doing." He rasps, and for the first time, Jimin does not look any cute being angry.
"You now what, I don't fucking care Jimin. I bet you'll get ditched an hour into your date, no one wants to listen you talk to glioblastomas and melanomas the whole time."
That's cause only I would.
Jimin's jaw clenches, he pushes his glasses back into their position as he darkens his gaze.
"Just get out of my room already."
"I am, I am, bitchass."
Tell me that you love me,
Even if it's fake,
'Cause I don't fucking care, at all.
It's about 7 pm when Jimin knocks on Jungkook's bedroom.
"What do you want?" He grumbles, eyes locked onto his phone screen as he lied sprawled on his messy bad.
The small male swings the door open and then clears his throat hesitantly, a sign that he wants Jungkook to pay attention.
And the ravenette does everything but that.
"Jungkook."
He doesn't dare yet look up.
"Ugh, fine." He huffs, throwing something on the ravenette's bed and that's when Jungkook's gaze finally locks onto Jimin's. "I think we've talk about this before, don't mess with the living room, please keep your dirty laundry in your room, not strewn on the floor."
Jimin might've just scolded him.
But Jungkook's mind didn't process a single word said after he had laid his eyes on Jimin.
"Where the hell are you going looking like that?"
Jungkook's jaw shuts tight as he rakes his eyes up and down the other's frame more than once, his mind spinning.
He had gotten so used to seeing the nerd wear the most baggy mono-tone clothes, barely even combing his hair and always barefaced.
"Looking like what?" Jimin questions, looking down at himself.
Jungkook figured Jimin had a nice body considering that he used to go for some dance class or shit, but that showed even more with the dark ripped jeans he had on, enunciating on the thickness of his strong thighs. And he had a crop-top on.
Nerd Jimin had a crop-top in his closet.
"Looking so— so fake."
The ravenette finally brings his gaze back to the other's face, swallowing as he notices the other's hair done so prettily, the pink locks falling over his eyes. Eyes that had no thick glasses on but, contact lenses.
"Fake?" Jimin looks offended, but not as mad or scary as before. "Jungkook, I'm sorry but just cause I've never got a chance to attend something as precious as a date does not mean I don't know how to dress myself up. I know you're probably really shocked but I'm not a tatterdemalion."
A tatter— what?
"Stop fucking using your fancy words with me."
"I will, the day you stop using curse words in this household."
"That's ridiculous!"
Jimin's face remains blank, oddly blank, he just sighs before pullin.g on his 'nice' fake smile.
"I wish I could continue this conversation with you, but I have a date to attend. The house is yours tonight, do not set the kitchen on fire, do not touch my stuff, do not fling your PS5 controller over my T.V like last time, do not have sex with your fuckbuddy on the couch, do not throw my books into a the trash as a 'prank', do not bring over your weird friends that have some insane obsession to me to throw a party, do not play with the fuse box you can conduct your silly experiments in the campus lab, do not bring in a rabies infected stray dog cause I seriously won't take you to the hospital this time, do not throw up over my favori—"
"Nerd. Chill." Jungkook interrupts, burning with embarasment realizing how burdensome he really must be as a flatmate. "I fucking get it."
How was Jimin still bearing with him?
It's cause Jungkook pays the majority of their bill ofcourse.
And is he really that financially stable?
Not at all.
But anything to stay in the same house as his Jimin.
"Good, so I'll be leaving. Bye."
Jimin's just about to turn around is when Jungkook hits him up with the question that makes him tense.
"Why're you suddenly wanting to have a relationship? What happened to all the being independent first?"
Is it cause I kept dragging you for it?
Plunging you into a deeper level of insecurity unknowingly.
Jimin flashes a tight smile.
"I think you know why, and I've had enough."
Ouch, Jungkook feels a guilty pang in his chest, swallowing when Jimin's about to step out.
"Wait nerd."
Jimin pauses but doesn't look behind.
"Just text me if anything goes wrong okay?"
"Thank you, but I don't think I'll need it."
[You've been out all night,
I don't know where you've been.]
Is this what an actual existential crisis actually feels like.
Ever since Jimin left the house, Jungkook's been lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying to blink back his tears.
It's almost been two hours since he's playing a painful broken record in his mind over and over again.
He's such an idiot. He thinks to himself.
Why didn't he ever think of this?
Should he confess?
But what if Jimin's happy with his date now?
Jungkook's not ready to accept that.
The ravenette hadn't initially liked Jimin in the beginning, when they had first decided to stay together, he didn't like the other's constant studying and rants about carcinogenesis or something like that.
But at some point, it was inevitable, adoring his little habits.
How politely he talks, how he doesn't condone curse words, how he likes to read, and likes the most oversized clothes, how he knows how to cook and is incredibly good at calculating the shared bill of their ordered pizza within seconds.
Jungkook had fallen hard, but he can never imagine accepting it to Jimin.
Until now.
Would thinks be different if he had confessed that night? Which night?
Any fucking night.
He regrets his existence the more he questions it.
That's until he get's notification.
A rather unnerving one.
[jungkojk?
helph]
That single text was enough for Jungkook to sit straight on his bed, violently swinging his legs to the edge of his bed and standing up.
[whats wrong?
no fuck. hold on there.
send me ur location if u can. im coming.]
[
]
He's slipping on his jacket, blindly running across the living room. Breathing erratic as he steps out of their house, the most anxiety-inducing disgusting thoughts coming across his mind that aches his heart.
What must've happened?
[You're slurring all your words,
Not making any sense,
But I don't fucking care, at all.]
When Jungkook's reaches on the exact location Jimin sent him, it's really dark, and the streets don't have much people in this side of the city.
Why would Jimin agree on going to such a deserted place for a date?
His car screeches a halt, and he steps out aggressively, sweating even in such cold, his hands are trembling as he texts the other.
[jimin.
where are you?
im here.]
"J-Jungkook?"
The ravenette snaps his head around, his mind hurting at how frail the voice sounded, and he has to desperately try not to act like a fucking sociopathic animal when his eyes finally land on the whole of him.
Jimin's hair is messy, eyes glistening and red, and his neck—
Something wrong twists Jungkook's mind as he stares at the other's cleavage.
Skin bruised, dragged and blemished with some stranger's teeth.
Jimin's virgin skin.
His hands shake violently and he tries to clench them tight, eyes darkening, and chest heaving.
He stops staring when Jimin shifts his weight from feet to feet, hands crossing his arms to rub them, sort of trying to console himself.
"M-My date—"
"Don't even." Jungkook mutters lowly, his doesn't break eye contact as he zips down his jacket, pulling it off him and handing it to the pink haired male, stepping closer.
"Cover yourself."
His eyes twitch when he realizes that Jimin was trembling, struggling to properly grip onto that heavy jacket.
So Jungkook takes it from his hand, stepping really close as he wraps the jacket over the other's shoulders, looking down at him.
He's mad.
He can't help it, he raises his hand, causing Jimin to flinch at unexpected action, but Jungkook continues to grip the other's chin gently, tilting his head up.
Jimin looked up at him with a pure glint in his eyes and Jungkook's burning with rage for the person who did this to him.
He steps away before he can get too physical about this, swallowing thickly, not daring to say a word out loud.
"Get in the car."
Jimin hesitantly does, clearly uncomfortable with how quiet Jungkook was, the ravenette takes the wheel, and throughout the drive he can't help but stare at Jimin almost eerily through the rear-view mirror.
'Cause I have hella feelings for you,
I act like I don't fucking care,
Like they ain't even there.
Once Jungkook's made sure both of them are inside their apartment he sighs loud, biting his lip hard as he does not even bother to switch on the lights.
But then Jimin walks past him, most probably aiming to go to his bedroom and Jungkook figures he should really talk about this.
"Jimin."
The pink-haired male stops, turning around when he catches a glimpse of the other walking towards the pantry.
"Sit here." The ravenette says blankly, pressing his hand against the kitchen slab.
"B-But—"
"C'mere nerd." He repeats, clearly a command, and Jimin obeys, no more having the strength to fight.
He makes his way to the counter and jumps as silently as he can, sitting on them, tensing when Jungkook walks over to pin both his hands beside the other, caging him in his arms.
"What did he do to you?" He asks, gaze tense and dangerous, almost psychotic, it makes Jimin shiver.
"H-He forced himself on me, after our date. In the car— he was— he was getting too touchy."
Jimin's voice is shaking.
"And then h-he forced himself on— on me. Then he pushed me down and— and even his driver didn't say anything."
Jimin inhales a deep breathe in before mustering up the strength to continue.
"He said he finds me s-sexy, and that he wanted to do t-things to me Jungkook— Oh Jungkook I was so scared."
Jungkook backs away with a scoff, finding it impossible to breathe properly.
"Y-You were right— I was— I'm so stupid." Jimin looks down, anxiously waiting for a response.
"You know what Jimin, you really are. You're so stupid that you don't realise that I— That I fuckin—"
He hesitates to say it yet again.
Instead he steps close again, gently pushing the other's knees apart, slotting himself between them, his hands tremble, not with weakness but with pure loathe and anger of all that happened as he brings one finger over the other's bruised cleavage, pressing on the purple skin till the other flinches away from the touch.
"He did this to you?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Did he, do anything more?"
"He told me to get out when I started screaming too much."
"So he didn't touch you elsewhere right?"
Jimin shakes his head.
"Does it hurt?"
"It did a lot before, now it's just numb."
['Cause I have hella feelings for you,
I act like I don't fucking care.
'Cause I'm so fucking scared.]
Jimin tenses when one of the ravenette's hands grip on his thighs, and the other traces light lines all over the other's collarbone, breath ghosting over his neck.
Jungkook's eyebrows are tense and his face grave.
"Why did you have to do this to yourself?" He husks lowly in question, and Jimin watches, breath laboring when he watches the other grit his teeth.
"Don't you fucking know you deserve better?"
"But I—"
Jimin gasps abruptly when Jungkook dives onto his neck all of a sudden. His hands reach up to grab onto his shoulders, clutching onto his shirt.
"J-Jungkook—"
Jimin bites his lips as he feels the other lick a thick long strip up the tender skin of his neck.
"Ah."
He whines when the other bites down on his neck, over the same place where his date had, except more carefully, less harshly, sinking his teeth down slowly.
Jungkook presses his tongue against that part, drawling more surprised noises out Jimin's mouth before he parts, peppering the other's skin with wet kisses all up his neck, against his jawline and finally on his plump lips—
Jungkook pauses when Jimin's hand presses flat against his chest almost repulsively.
"You're telling me you don't want this?" Jungkook questions, pleading him with his dark eyes.
Jimin stares at him dead in the eyes, face inscrutable.
Maybe it was the darkness that made it hard for Jungkook to figure that Jimin was blushing hard, so he leans in closer, eyes fluttering when the small male himself closes the gap between them suddenly.
It was like the smothering flickering fire in the pit of Jungkook's stomach finally got it's fuel, awakening all the yearning desires inside him to touch Jimin, to feel him, to like him.
His hands snake against the other's waists, holding him tight as they deepen their kiss, it was clear Jimin was new to this, and it was good that Jungkook new exactly how to guide first kisses.
Jimin wraps his legs around Jungkook instinctively and the dominant could already tell that he was a natural. Relaxing into the way their lips moves against each other, slotting and opening easily. Jungkook teases the other's mouth by licking against the other's lips eagerly, hands desperately finding a way to reach under Jimin's crop-top.
The pretty male moans against his mouth when Jungkook forces his tongue in, eyebrows furrowing, a hand travelling against the nape of his neck, gripping on the dark locks as he continues to lick into Jimin's mouth, teeth nipping against fat flesh of Jimin's bottom lip, tugging on it gently as they part sloppily.
Jungkook looks carefully into Jimin's eyes, he looks dazed and drunk, eyes hooded and glimmering.
"Nerd, let me— let me fuck you." He whispers, the grip on the other's thighs tightening when Jimin nods slowly.
"I'll carry you." He says, eagerly attaching their lips together once again, kissing even sloppier and carelessly as Jungkook lifts him up from his thighs, the smaller's legs tightly wrapped against his waist as they messily stumble to Jimin's bedroom.
He gently plops the other down on his bed, crawling over him, head spinning with the sensation of being in Jimin's room, his scent, his bed, hovering above him.
His wildest fantasy below him, staring up so sinfully.
"Fuck Park Jimin." He moans, pulling off his top, and urging Jimin to the this same, tugging his shirt.
Jimin hesitantly undresses his upper-half while Jungkook helps him remove his pants.
Once they're both completely naked is when Jimin realizes how intimate sex feels.
Intimacy with Jungkook.
Bare skin against skin.
It makes him incredibly flustered, eye-lids fluttering, the hair on his skin raising when he realizes how carefully Jungkook is observing him, his body, raking his eyes down to ever curve and crevice, every perfection and flaw.
"You're so fucking hot." Jungkook groans as he settles between Jimin's thighs, hovering over him once again. He leans down and kisses him on his lips, licking his way down his jawline that makes Jimin tilt his head to side with a sharp sigh. He works his way down to the cleavage and then stops at the nipple, flicking the dark buds with his tongue.
"Ah—"
Jimin jerks up, back carving off the sheets as the dominant attaches his lips to his nipple, tongue playing with it till it's all hard.
"T-That— That tickles." Jimin chokes out.
"Yeah? That sensitive are you?" Jungkook smiles crooked."Let's see if you're sensitive down there as well."
Jimin can't figure out what until Jungkook laying on his stomach, head between Jimin's thighs, kissing the inner skin all wet.
Wait was Jungkook going to give him a blowjob?
No.
It's something probably even better.
He tenses up eyes wide as Jungkook's finger tease the rim of his hole, drawing circles as he licks his lips.
"Oh my god no Jung—"
Jimin gasps out sexily when Jungkook's tongue licks against his rim, trying to push through the tight muscles, which leaves Jimin mumbling shyly to himself.
"Why are you doin— ah doin that? You r-really don't have to— oh!"
Jimin lifts his head up, locking eyes with Jungkook who pushes a finger in first to make it easier, a new odd burning feeling lingering around his hole.
He's incredibly dumbfounded when Jungkook hooks his finger inside of him, curling them in and out, making him feel all queasy.
"Look at you, you really are sensitive down here, relax nerd." He chuckles, kissing the other's inner thighs as he moves that finger in and out, until Jimin stops clenching over that one finger.
Then he adds another.
"Ah!"
Jungkook finds it extremely sexy, the noises Jimin made using the same mouth that he uses for chattering away about biology.
He moves the two fingers rather carelessly, addicted to the way the other's body twitched every time he stroked the insides of his rectum. He spreads his fingers inside, curling them in into odd angles which leaves Jimin a gasping mess.
"H-Hey, feels weird— don't—"
A moan escapes his mouth once again when Jungkook pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, pushing in way more easily. In and out he fucks the other, smirking when Jimin's hand locks onto his hair, subconsciously pressing the other's face harder against his whole. Jungkook's jaw aches as he uses his tongue, he figures the pretty boy was close to his orgasm from how more violent his twitching had become.
"F-Fuck!" Jimin cries out sluttily, closing to his orgasm.
And Jungkook stops, he pulls away, now sitting up straight, a hot smirk playing on his lips.
"What's that nerd? Did you just curse?"
He slips the fingers in back again, stronger this time, finding that one spot which makes Jimin cry out, arching his back.
"I thought you said no cursing in this household?" He taunts, moving his fingers lazily, watching as the other whimpers, bringing the back of his hand to cover his mouth daintily.
"Don't go quiet." Jungkook urges, slap the other's thigh as he picks up his pace. "Such a hypocrite."
"Oh— J-Jungkook." The submissive moans, and it get's the other growling, stabbing against his prostate over and over again.
Jungkook hovers over and leans as he continues fingering the other.
"Let me fuck you nerd." He whispers against his ears. "Let me fuck you raw. Let me do that yeah?"
And when Jimin doesn't object, Jungkook takes that as a yes. He pulls his fingers out and and aligns his cock against the other's hole, letting the tip press into it slightly.
He also notice the other looking down there and blushing profusely.
How dainty.
"Jimin." Jungkook husks out suddenly. "Don't go out on dates anymore."
His hands grab onto the other's thighs, spreading them further apart and urging Jimin to lift them up, folding his knees.
"Cause then you'll come home crying again."
He presses in just a bit, and Jimin's mouth parts open, hands reaching to grip onto the sheets.
"And then I'll have to kiss you again."
He tries moving in deeper, groaning at how tense Jimin was around him.
"And then I'll have to fuck the life out of you all over again."
He takes in a deep heave when Jimin loosens around him, his eyes teary.
"And I could do that every single time, but I— ah— can't pretend to not fucking care anymore." He says before plunging in completely, deep, all wet and tight, dazed by how heavily Jimin was breathing.
"Hurts?" He asks, and Jimin whimpers, nodding slightly.
Jungkook smirks weakly.
"Guess I have to not give a fuck about it until you say something."
He pulls back and slams in, his breath shaky at how good Jimin felt, running his eyes all over Jimin's sweaty pale body. He doesn't go slow for long, dragging his thrusts, rolling his hips against the other's as he stretches him completely out, until Jimin is melting underneath him.
"A-Ah, fuck."
"There you go nerd, always knew you'd take me in so well." he says, increasing his pace, every thrust forcing out loud moan from Jimin. His arms pins on either sides of him, grunting against his ear.
Jimin's feet lift in the air as the other's length abuses his prostate, pressing harshly against it ever thrust. His hands slide across the other's back, pulling him close silently.
Amongst all that skin sticking to skin, lips against his ear, loud wet claps and creaking of bed Jungkook looses himself.
[I'm only a fool for you,
And maybe you're too good for me.]
He ruts against the other mercilessly, earning strangled moans from Jimin, and he loves how broken it sounded, he loved how he was able to completely plunder him beneath.
"J-Jimin." He grunts, chasing his orgasm, watching Jimin squirm beneath him, close too.
"I like you? Got it?" He says, watching as the other looks into his eyes through his wet lash, too lost in pleasure as he tries to process what he had just said.
"I fucking like you a lot. I— fuck— don't want to see you with another man." He whispers. "Be mine, only mine."
"J-Jung— ah. You—"
Jimin can't get a proper word of his mouth, toes curling in, thighs aching as he's about to cum.
"That's it nerd, just say it, say my name." Jungkook urges, groaning deep soon after as he cums.
Jimin cums too, a loud gutteral moan resounding in Jungkook's ears.
"F-Fuck Jungkook you—"
Jimin tries to catch his breath, highly sensitive since Jungkook doesn't make an attempt to pull out.
The ravenette looks down with dark glimmering eyes, hoping for an answer.
Jimin doesn't say anything.
He instead tries to labor his breath back to normal, looking up with bleary eyes, lips swollen as he licks them, and then he slowly brings a hand up against the other's cheek, cradling them with his palm.
And when Jimin pulls him down by his neck to crash his lips with the other with a fond smile.
Jungkook get's his answer.
[I'm only a fool for you,
But I don't fucking care, at all.]