" What?"
" I was a dick. You're right." He sits down on the floor to pick up the food that spilled out from the broken bag and he looks up at Jimin. " I was so outrageously jealous. I don't know what came over me."
" You were jealous." It comes out flat, not a question.
Jungkook nods. " I was jealous. Not my finest moment."
" I would agree with that." He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
" Not sure what you have to be jealous of, exactly. Have I ever given you the impression that I'm interested in other people?"
" God, no."
" Have I ever done anything at all that says I want to fuck around with other people?"
Jungkook sighs. " No, Min."
" So you can see why I'm offended. This is a shot at my character."
He's still sitting on the floor, his cheeks turning red, when he says, " I finally get to have you, and I don't want to share you with anyone. I know it's not rational and I trust you with everything in me, but fuck, if the idea of you being with anyone else doesn't make me just a little bit crazy. I'm embarrassed. And I'm sorry."
Jimin could admit that that's one of the hottest things Jungkook has ever said, but instead, he walks casually to the bags of shopping on the floor, rummaging until he finds what he's looking for. Jungkook doesn't ask, just stares intently as Jimin comes up with the can of Easy Cheese that Jimin swore he needed.
He uncaps the can with ease, shaking it, and sprays it directly onto Jungkook's head before Jungkook can react. He starts moving, after about two seconds, screaming rolling away.
" What the fuck was that for?!"
" For treating me like your property and making an ass out of yourself." He sprays the can of cheese into his mouth. He was right. This tastes like shit.
" I'm really sorry, baby." The cheese is slipping through his hair, and he's making zero attempt to take care of it. Jimin knows he's genuinely sorry.
" Just...Don't pull that shit again. You know I'm yours."
Jungkook perks up at that. " You are."
" I know. Now go shower. You're disgusting."
" I wonder why." He pushes his hair out of his eyes, cheese just narrowly missing dripping down onto his face.
" Come with me?"
" And why would I do that. I'm perfectly clean."
Jimin really should have been prepared for the blob of cheese immediately thrown at his face just seconds afterwards.
In the shower after all the cheese had been washed away and Jungkook has opened him up to four fingers, he's holding Jimin up against the tile of the shower, fucking up into him, brushing against his prostate with every other thrust.
Jimin has his arms wrapped around Jungkook's neck, not bothering to stifle his moans, eyes squeezed shut.
" Kook, I'm so close."
Jungkook's pace is punishing, his fingertips holding Jimin up by the ass digging into him, most definitely leaving marks. " I always get you there, right? Always know how to, because you're mine and I'm yours."
Jimin gets a hand on his cock, working himself the way he knows will get him there the fastest. " Perfect team, you and me," he pants. " We both know it. Don't stop..."
It takes only several more thrusts for them both to cum, Jungkook placing Jimin down gently onto the shower floor, water and steam surrounding them. Water droplets drip of his eyelashes and he's gentle when he pulls out, mouthing at Jimin's neck.
Jimin drags his hands up and down Jungkook's sides, his back, his shoulders. He's so broad and Jimin loves it. He could probably be coaxed into round two later on. But for now...
" Kook?"
He mumbles into Jimin's neck still kissing.
" I still want the steak and corn."
Jungkook laughs and reaches over to turn off the water. " Okay, but we're throwing away the Easy Cheese."
" Deal."
The following Tuesday around 7 o'clock, Jimin wakes up wrapped in Jungkook's arms. It's no different from most mornings, except this morning in particular, he can't get Jungkook off of him fast enough.
" Kook, holy shit, it's so fucking hot in here, get off of me," he squirms, panting, desperate to feel anything but Jungkook's naked skin on his own.
Jungkook groans, rolling over, and Jimin expects immediate relief, but instead he almost feels hotter.
" Seriously, I feel like I'm on fire, what the fuck," Jimin moans.
Jungkook sits up, the sheets pooling around his waist. " Min, the AC kicked off in the middle of the night. And it's July. Of course you're hot."
" Then why aren't you complaining like I am?"
" Because you're always complaining."
" Excuse me, I am not." Jimin pauses.
" Kook, oh my God, turn the fan on, and the AC, I can not believe how hot it is in here. I'm honestly going to choke."
Jungkook laughs. " Right, you never complain." He leans over and kisses Jimin's forehead, then frowns.
" Jimin, I don't think you're hot because the AC turned off."
" What?" Jimin pants.
" You feel really warm. Like, fever warm."
" I'm not sick." As if on cue, his teeth begin chattering like crazy, goosebumps popping up all over his chest and arms.
" Aw, Min," Jungkook croons. " I'll go get some Paracetamol."
" I don't need any Paracetamol," Jimin says, sitting up. A wave of nausea hits him. Oh no. " Jungkook, just go to work. I'm fine. Go now, please."
" Are you gonna stay home? Do you want me to stay with you!" He's genuinely concerned, and that makes it harder to immediately kick him out.
" No, please leave, I'll be fine. You go now."
Jungkook climbs out of bed cautiously, his facial expression ridiculous. He looks hurt, for the love of God. " Okay, but make sure you call me if you need anything. I don't have much going on at work today. I can be here."
" I'm fine, really, just..."
" Leave, I got it," Jungkook finishes.
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, praying away the nausea, at least until Jungkook makes his exit. And there must be a God, because Jimin manages to hold on to the contents of his stomach just as Jungkook drives off for the day.
He sits on the bathroom floor, sweating, heaving into the toilet, whilst simultaneously trying to keep Link out. His head is pounding, he's still shaking, and all he can think about is getting back into bed, now that the AC is back on.
But that requires standing up. And that isn't happening.
He lays down on the cool tile, and he knows it's fairly disgusting, but it feels so nice on his overheated skin that he doesn't feel any urgency to get up. He closes his eyes, relieved that he doesn't feel like he's going to be sick again.
Apparently, Jimin falls asleep, because the next thing he knows, he has warm hands on his forehead and familiar lips by his ear.
" Jimin, you have to get up."
He opens his eyes. " Jungkook why are you here...What time is it?"
" 2 o'clock. I took half a day. I didn't want to leave you here alone all day. Why are you asleep in the bathroom floor?"
Jimin groans. I didn't feel like getting up after I was sick. Jungkook you're sweet, but I don't need you to take care of me."
Jungkook slides his hands under Jimin's head, forcing him to sit up. " I know you don't need me to, but I want to."
He groans again. " You're too good. You're too... Hot. It's fucking hot in here again. Kook," he whines.
Jungkook smiles. " I'm sorry, babe. Come on. Get up. Just get back in to bed and you'll feel better."
" But how do you know?" he complains.
" Because anything is better than sleeping on your gross bathroom floor."
Point taken.
He stands up, legs wobbly, and makes his way back to his room. It's significantly cooler than it was the last time he was in here - thank God - and he slides into bed slowly, wincing at how rough the sheets feel in his sensitive skin.
Jungkook pulls the sheets up to his chest. " I'll be in the living room doing some work, okay? If you need me, just call. I'm right there."
Jimin is asleep before Jungkook even closes the bedroom door behind him.
He wakes up three hours later to find water and Paracetamol on the bedside table next to him. He takes it and promptly falls back to sleep.