Out With A Bang | JiKook

**twenty five.

this chapter is fuckin LONG! first person to guess how many words it is gets a shoutout next chapter lmao
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"Sing it for me again."

Jimin lay on the carpeted floor of Jungkook's apartment, his head propped up on his elbow and his eyes focused on the male sat in front of him. Jungkook sat close to him, elbows on his knees and a half drank bottle of beer in his hand. A small breeze blew in from his opened balcony window, tousling his hair as a blush rose on his cheeks.

It hadn't been long until the two of them had escaped the bar together, disappearing from Hyejin's sight and bidding quick goodbyes to their friends before the night enveloped them.

It had been awhile since he last stepped foot in Jungkook's apartment, but it just felt so right to be there.

The lights were low, the only lighting being Jungkook's television screen and a purple hued table lamp. They cast the room in shades of blue and violet, creating a picturesque atmosphere around the two.

"I told you I don't really sing." Jungkook answered sheepishly, taking a swig of the bottle in his hand. He looked so stunning, Jimin couldn't help but think. His hair was still messy from his performance, and the small bit of eyeliner he had been wearing was smudged, but he still looked just absolutely perfect as Jimin stared at him.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can't." Jimin mused, before blowing a few pieces of hair out of his eyes. "I really like your voice."

Jungkook smiled, setting his drink down on the floor and leaning in closer to Jimin.

"When I'm singing, or just in general?" He asked coyly, his teeth playing with the hoop pierced through his bottom lip. He watched Jimin expectantly, not being able to stop himself before his gaze was wandering elsewhere.

The black button up Jimin had worn to his show was close to slipping off of his shoulder, exposing an expanse of tan skin that his gaze raked across. The jewelry that he wore glinted in the low light, drawing attention to his chest, then his ears, then back to his face again. Jimin's lips were parted as he picked out words to answer, and he wetted them with his tongue before dragging his teeth against the bottom one in thought.

Jungkook had to wonder if he knew just how seductive he look, laid out on his floor like this. He had been spending all of his time and effort trying to get Jimin to believe that he truly liked him, but gosh he just couldn't deny the effortless allurement that radiated off of him.

Especially in moments like this, with the lighting low and his eyes sparkling.

"Just in general." Jimin finally replied, his voice soft as he looked to meet Jungkook's eyes. He couldn't help the shiver down his spine though, when he noticed that his gaze was almost hungry. Jimin couldn't read thoughts, but he knew that Jungkook's mind was probably playing a million different scenarios for him at the moment - all of which definitely explicit.

He wondered if Jungkook knew he could tell, but given the younger male's track record, he probably wanted him to know. Wanted Jimin to feel the tension in the room shift just from something as small as eye contact. "Don't look at me like that." Jimin sighed, his words less an actual protest and more so a way to draw attention to the way Jungkook was basically undressing him with his gaze. His words were soft, riddled with flirtation and a hint of amusement.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow coyly, leaning forwards and setting his beer bottle on the coffee table next to them to be safer. It was like a subtle cue that the situation between them was about to get much more physical.

"Look at you like what?" He asked, feigning innocence. His actions contradicted his words as he moved even closer than they already were, reaching forward and resting his hand on Jimin's waist.