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Jimin didn’t know the golden skinned, dark haired man that now lay in his bed was that famous. Sure he had seen billboards with him advertising some new beer brand or on huge posters with movie titles he can’t recall edited in above his head. Yet he didn’t know he was Korea’s beloved Jeon Jungkook, the young actor who, by the age of 24, had taken the action and historical cinematic scene by storm and apparently, he was starting his career abroad.
“It’s truly amazing! Four movies and three dramas in just four years! Jeon Jungkook has truly made his mark in Korea’s film industry. He’s already becoming a household name. If you haven’t seen this actor on the big screen, what are you waiting for? Check him out right now!”
The woman’s squeaky voice echoing off the walls was causing a numbing sensation to form at the back of Jimin’s head. It was a bad idea to be watching videos at three in the morning. The shocked texts he finally decided to read from Taehyung after randomly waking up in the middle of the night with someone’s warm chest pressed against his back had scared him.
From: TaeTae 11:13 PM
HYUNG~ DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU’VE JUST LEFTW ITH RN???
Do you seriously not know who JEON JUNGKOOK is!?
Search him ASAPPP!!
How can u leave to sleep with someone SO famous n not kno??
He had snuck away to his bathroom, switched the bright lights on that hung above the sink, and huddled himself onto the toilet to look up the celebrity with shaky hands. Jimin’s heart was racing in his chest as the blurry news reporter on his phone went on and on about ratings and reviews of the films Jungkook starred in.
The longer he sat there perched on the cold material of the toilet cover clad in only his thin green boxers the more he could feel the bile rising in his throat. He could already see the paparazzi swarming outside of his downtown apartment complex. Bright flashes from cameras blinding him as he led the younger male out of the building as an act of hospitality. It took all within him to not wake the man up at this very moment and usher him out of his home under the cover of night to avoid being the center of attention.
‘PARK JIMIN, JUNGKOOK’S NEW LOVER?’ He could see it in the papers and on every magazine cover in Korea, a blurry picture of his bloated, early morning face. Jimin shuddered at the thought. He really didn’t want to be in the spotlight. A simple, routine embedded life was what he wanted. Not some lavish flashy one. He calls Taehyung in his panic.
“Jimin,” Taehyung speaks groggily into the device. “What is it? Is it- it’s three in the morning.”
“Tae, what do I do!?” Jimin is frantic. “I didn’t know he was so famous! How could you let me leave with him??”
“Hold on. W-wait, calm down. What are we talking about right now?” The younger male seems to have woken from his slumber.
“Jeon. Jung. Kook.” Jimin speaks slowly into the phone.
“Oh, him. Yea I tried to tell you but you didn’t see my messages I guess. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure it’ll be no big deal.”
“No big deal!? Tae do you know who this guy is!?” Taehyung lets out a chuckle at this.
“Yeah, actually I do. It’s you who didn’t know who he was remem-”
“Everyone’s going to find out! All of Korea is going to know who I am and send me hate mail and shame me and- I’ll be all over the news Tae, OH MY GOSH TAE WHAT DO I DO?” The male is yelling at this point, cheeks pink with fear.
“Hey, hey. Just calm down Jimin. We don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m sure his agent has covered his tracks if he wants to keep his image clean.”
“B-but Tae-”
“Look, you shouldn’t worry about the worst until after it actually happens. For all you know, no one may even know that he left with you. So just, calm down and take your ass back to sleep so that you don’t call and wake anyone else up at three in the goddamn morning, alright?”
“Tae-” Jimin pleads, but Taehyung isn’t having it.
“Jimin, just go back to sleep, okay? I’ll come over in the morning, just get some rest. I’m sure he had you screaming ‘til the break of dawn.”
The older tried to respond to the comment, but Taehyung simply laughed and hung up the line.
He hadn’t noticed, but tears were burning at the rims of Jimin’s eyes and he could actually feel his button nose reddening at the threat. You shouldn’t worry about the worst until after it actually happens; he quickly remembers Taehyung’s words, rubbing harshly at his eyes to wipe away the water that pooled there.
Okay Jiminie, breathe. He sucks in a deep breath, releasing it while he flicks off the light and opens the door. For a few moments he stares at the man in his bed illuminated by the moonlight. His curved lips are parted slightly and the holding gel in his hair desperately tries to keep his hairstyle from the previous night together, but a few strays escaped, sticking up in every which way. He’s surprised the man hadn’t woken up from his fit in the bathroom moments earlier. Hard sleeper he thinks to himself. He treads softly back to the bed and when he finds a comfortable position, turned away from the other male of course, he pulls the blankets over his chilled body and wills himself to sleep.
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The next time Jimin wakes it’s because he is so overheated. Hot breaths brush against the nape of his neck, sending chills up his spine. He tries to shuffle away from the tickling toughs of air and the burning chest pressed against his back, but firm arms hold him in place. He wiggles more, hoping the heavy sleeper will get the memo. It isn’t until he feels the other’s hard member press into the small of his back that he suddenly stills. With wide eyes Jimin internally pleads for the male to wake up. After fifteen minutes of staring at the painting that hung to the right of his bedroom window the body behind him stirs.
Jimin rolls over to face the man in order to maneuver out of his grip and is met with the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes he’s ever seen. He finds it difficult to look away from Jungkook’s boyish like stare. That's how he seduced me, Jimin decides. It’s only when the younger man’s brows furrow into a deep scowl that Jimin flinches away and out of the bed.
“Shit.” Jungkook huffs out, rubbing a hand through his hair.