give me that damn phone || j.kook

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- jeon jungkook, i swear to god, give me that damn phone or else i'm kicking your ass !

- go, i'm not afraid! as if you were able to hit me in the first place.

that was it for him. jimin jumped on jungkook, the latter laying on the bed was now surmounted by the smallest. but maybe we need a little contextualization.

park jimin, 23 years old, jungkook's roomate, jungkook's best friend.

jeon jungkook, 22 years old, jimin's roomate, jimin's best friend.

plus, they don't know it yet, but they have a crush on each other. since. day. one.

- stupid rabbit, why don't you ever listen to me ?

why all this discord?

jimin was dancing and singing in the kitchen as it was his turn to do the dishes. the pulchritude of his voice had simply attracted like a charm his best friend to where he was. result? it was the perfect time for the youngest to record THE video to post on social networks for the upcoming birthday of the elder.

having his back (or should we say, his butt) turned to jungkook, jimin didn't heard nor saw him, until he laughed under the cuteness of the moment. cursing under his breath, jimin just started to run after his damn best friend until he overwhelmed him on the bed. that's where we are now.

- kookie, i promise, all i wanna do is check the video and i'll give you back your phone after that.

- what video ?

- don't take me for granted jungkook.

- am i ?

- urgh, why am i even best friend with you.

- 'cause you love me, jungkook sang.

- as if...

and jungkook could feel a crazy, abrupt and unwanted pang in his chest.

before he could say 'kookmin', jimin had resumed the task to steal the phone and see the video. however, being much more stronger than the smallest, jungkook just pushed him away and jimin was on the floor in less than a second. laying on the wood, he stood up and severly looked at his best friend who has now turning his back to him, facing the wall and looking down.

- jungkook, PLEASE!

- aha, no.

jimin jumped on him again, but this time, it was jungkook who surprise him by standing astrid the elder, pining both of his hand on each side of his head.

what a strange position for simple best friends.

there was then a moment of silence, during which jimin just admired the youngest. he felt like before his eyes was an unknown ethereal creature, with his strawberry milk pinkish bangs falling in front of his doe's eyes, his raspberry lips slightly open... wow, they seemed so inviting to him... but he was his best friend.

without both of them realising, jungkook was doing the same with jimin. his pupils were caressing his pale skin, from his plump lips to his cute little nose, up to those perfect carved eyes who seemed to hide a thousand of stars. his breath got clogged up in his throat, feeling all kind of emotions at the same time in one and only place: it looked like his heart has decided to dance in his ribcage as a hundred... a thousand... no, a billion of doves were frantically flapping their wings.

- what... is happening... to me, they muttered in sync.

- what did you say? together again.