It was beyond the word struggle to get Jungkook inside of Jimin's house. He could barely walk, and the ravenette was only so strong.
They settled on the couch, Jungkook falling back into it as a heavy sigh left his lips. His body ached and his mind was spinning.
Jimin scurried away from the living room, returning with a small medic kit in his hands. He placed it on the coffee table gently, taking a seat beside Jungkook on the sofa.
"This is pretty bad," he noted quietly as he dug through some of the contents of the kit frantically, brows scrunched together in focus as he attempted to find the right supplies.
"You don't say," Jungkook joked with a small chuckle, immediately regretting it as soon as pain struck his stomach.
"Don't laugh," Jimin ordered sternly as he finally managed to find the correct supplies, removing them from the kit and placing them on the table.
Jungkook raised a questioning brow. "Since when do you get to tell me what to do?" he asked.
"Since you're wounded on my couch with no explanation to give," Jimin retorted as he doused a cotton ball with alcohol. "Now this is going to sting. Try to sit still, please," he asked as he dove in, pressing it to a small cut on Jungkook's cheek.
The latter hissed, biting down harshly on his bottom lip to try and distract himself from the pain.
"Squeeze my leg if you have to, Jungkook," Jimin suggested as he continued to dab gingerly at his wound.
Jungkook adhered to his words, hand gripping at Jimin's thigh. The latter let out a small gasp as he froze in place.
"Nuh-not there... lower," he mumbled as he pushed Jungkook's hand further down his leg.
Jungkook chuckled, watching as blush crept onto Jimin's cheeks. His lips pulled into a straight line as he continued to work at Jungkook's face deftly, not missing a single spot.
"So, did you watch any porn?"
Jimin halted mid-motion, choking on his spit. "What kind of question-"
Jungkook shrugged. "I just wanted to know if you actually went through with it. That's all," he said meanwhile cutting Jimin off. He noticed the lingering silence, causing him to gasp.
"No way! You actually watched porn?"
"No I didn't! Now sit still before I poke your flipping eyes out," Jimin grumbled in disagreement, although evidently the tips of his ears turned red and the rosy dust on his cheeks continued to disseminate.
"Mhm," Jungkook hummed teasingly. "Please don't tell me it was straight porn. That stuff blows."
Jimin sighed, pulling his hand away. "Stop talking or else I'm going to make you."
Jungkook smirked. "Is that a threat?"
Jimin whined. "I don't know! Just stop moving your lips for one second!"
The brunette laughed, once again regretting it immediately. He actually kept his mouth closed, taking the time to study Jimin's face. It scrunched together cutely in concentration as his top row of teeth found home in the plush of his bottom lip. His eyes twinkled naturally as he was hard at work, very carefully patching up Jungkook's face.
"You're very pretty."
Jimin pulled his hand away, eyes meeting Jungkook's. "Puh-pretty? I'm not pretty... I'm a boy. And you are, too. You shouldn't be calling me pretty," he said quietly as he stared down into his lap.
Jungkook tsked as he hooked his finger below Jimin's chin, lifting his head up to level their faces. The ravenette blushed madly, keeping his eyes trained on something that wasn't Jungkook's face.
"So girls can call other girls pretty, but as soon as I do it to another boy, it's considered a crime? Tell me, Park. How does that work?" Jungkook asked as his lips pulled into a smirk.
The brunette could feel the other boy trembling underneath his warm touch. Jungkook's hand slowly traveled to Jimin's cheek as he brushed at his bottom lip with his thumb, sensing the ravenette stiffen.
"It juh-just... it doesn't work like that," he stuttered as he pulled Jungkook's hand away from his face, dropping it into his lap. "Hands to yourself while I work, please."
Jungkook sniffed, continuing to watch Jimin's morphing expression as he catered to his wounds. The ravenette was definitely a piece of work, yes. But it was evident that when he had a task set at hand, he was passionate about it and always gave his one hundred percent no matter how taxing it may be. And that was admirable.
"Where else did you get hurt, Jungkook?" Jimin asked as he retracted his hand into his lap, brows furrowed as his wandering gaze studied the rest of the brown haired boy's visible skin.
"My stomach and back got it pretty bad, but I don't think there's any cuts or bleeding so it doesn't really matter," he brushed it off, only to find Jimin's rather intimidating stare locked on him.
"You should let me see. If there are any open wounds there's a possibility they could get infected," Jimin advised firmly.
"Are you sure?" Jungkook asked as he prepared himself by curling his fingers around the hem of his top, awaiting Jimin's confirmation.
"Yes, now take it off."
Jungkook adhered to his orders, slowly peeling the fabric off of his body, placing it on the floor where it pooled into a puddle of grey. A stuttered shiver hit his spine as it rolled down the lengths of it.
It sent Jimin's mind into a stir as rather than his bruising, the first thing he noticed was his defined torso, and his chest. The upper part of his arms and the way they flexed when he hardly shifted a muscle.
"Jimin?"
"Hm?" he questioned, struggling to peel his eyes away.
"Does it look okay?"
"It luh-looks okay... I mean - no! The bruising is ruh-really bad. Maybe juh-just put ice on it," Jimin spluttered, face turning beet red in embarrassment. It wasn't like him to lose his cool like this. Hell, he had seen many bare male torsos in the change room during gym class, but none of them ever caused his brain to stop functioning almost completely.
Jungkook chuckled. "You said you wanted to see the back?" he double checked, but remembered immediately the marks that covered him. And despite Jimin seeing a couple of them previously, he didn't want the boy to know just how much his body harboured. "Actually, nevermind."
Jimin furrowed his brows, not missing Jungkook's sudden shift in behaviour. "Let me see your back, Jungkook. It could be much worse."
Jungkook shook his head swiftly, but as soon as he felt Jimin's soft touch linger on his shoulder, it was as if something drove him to twist in his seat, bearing the ravenette witness to his canvas-like back that he had unwillingly left compliant to his mother and her cigarettes.
"Jungkook," Jimin breathed softly as his eyes traced from one burn to the next. He dared to brush them gently, prompting Jungkook to stiffen. It was as though all of the memories of his past came flooding back in big crashing waves. No where to hold on to, no life jacket hugging him tight and securely. No knowledge how to swim. He was vulnerable, and he was drowning.
"Jungkook?" Jimin said aloud as soon as he felt the aforementioned's body begin to quiver. Little sniffles could be heard as the brown haired boy's hands rose to his face, staying there.
Jimin was at a loss for words. He was so accustomed to the care free yet adamant Jungkook. A boy without barriers, because he supposed he didn't need them. But that just went to show how little Jimin really knew about him.
And how he shouldn't be so judgemental.
"Do you maybe wanna talk about it, Jungkook?" Jimin spoke again in a gentle tone. He pressed his whole hand to Jungkook's back firmly, feeling all of the marks yet drowning in the heat of his warm skin all the same. He saw Jungkook shake his head, and so he didn't push any further.
"Well... do you want a hug, maybe?" Jimin asked as he used his free hand to rub at his nape. "Hugs usually help me when-" he was interrupted as Jungkook turned swiftly, pulling the boy into his embrace. Jimin froze in his arms, yet soon slacked. He brought his hand up to Jungkook's back again, rubbing up and down gingerly. Feathery touches to brush at his skin as he hugged him closely.
Absentmindedly, he began to hum softly into Jungkook's ear, feeling the other boy relax and mold into his hold.
"You're okay, just hang in there," Jimin muttered softly. It was in his nature to be caring, given certain circumstances.
Jungkook soon pulled away, face dangerously close to Jimin's as his eyes flitted from the ravenette's own pretty gaze to his even prettier lips. But Jimin turned his face away, looking to the ground.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook murmured as he backed away.
"For what?" Jimin asked as he looked back to Jungkook.
"For being so much trouble. I - I could have patched myself up. You didn't need to help me. I know you hate me-"
"Wait, what?" Jimin questioned, cutting the brunette off.
Jungkook played with his fingers. "You hate me, right? You know, because I'm gay..."
Jimin nibbled on his lower lip, eyes trained on his thighs as he spoke hush. "I don't hate you, Jungkook. Hate is a strong word. I just... I don't know. I'm confused."
Jungkook perked his head up, hair bouncing as he looked at Jimin. "Confused how?"
Jimin sighed, pulling his legs up to his chest. He hugged them tightly as he perched his chin atop his knees, peering down at his sock clad feet. "I can't tell you... you'll make fun of me," he claimed surely.
A look of bemusement tailored Jungkook's soft features. "You really think I'd make fun of you considering how my life has been lately? Tell me, Park. You were my shoulder and so I'll be your ears."
Jimin curled his lips in between his teeth, biting down firmly before releasing them slowly. Was he really going to ask for this? Was he going to go against his own beliefs just to clarify something of such horror?
The answer was an unsteady yes.
"Cuh-can I ask you for something, Jungkook?"
"What is it?" Jungkook asked.
Champagne pink crawled onto Jimin's cheeks as he lifted his head up, meeting Jungkook's eager gaze.
"Wuh-when I was watching... you know what... they did something that I think I would like," he spoke quietly, attempting to hold his ground. Something he was exceptional at doing despite in the presence of the brunette.
"Oh?" Jungkook voiced with an arched brow. "Wanna tell me?"
Jimin shook his head.
"Come on, Park. You can't tell me something like that and then leave me hanging," Jungkook pressed.
Jimin sighed, nodding his head as if to say: 'fine, I give up'. His eyes quivered and his voice wavered as he spoke his next words. "It was the touching they did... before actually doing it, y'know?"
"You mean foreplay?" Jungkook filled in, intrigued.
Jimin shrugged. "I dunno... but the kisses on the neck," he mumbled bashfully, being extremely vague.
Jungkook sighed. "Jimin, you're going to have to be more specific than that."
Jimin appeared as though he was deflating, the next words leaving his mouth definitely something Jungkook never expected to hear from him.
"I want you to kiss my neck."