Jimin is only half surprised when he’s abruptly woken up in the middle of the night by someone banging repeatedly on his front door. He stumbles out of bed in a hurry, body moving at its own accord to the living room as he rubs his eyes and tries to gain some consciousness. There’s one more hit to the door before he opens it and the house falls into silence again.
“Hey, angel.” Jungkook pants, a tired smile on his face as if he had ran there just to see him.
But Jimin knows the truth. Can see it when Jungkook is just barely holding himself up, one arm wrapped around his waist, and his face is covered in soon-to-be-dark bruises as his nose and knuckles bleed just enough for Jimin to worry about the carpet as he pulls the other boy inside.
He remains quiet as he guides Jungkook to his room – he gave up trying to argue about his behavior after the fifth or sixth time he had showed up to him in that same state – and hopes that his mother, by some miracle, is still asleep as he retrieves the first-aid kit from the bathroom.
Jimin takes the time to lock his bedroom door and turn on the lamp on his nightstand before sitting cross-legged on the bed facing Jungkook, noticing that he had taken his shoes off while he was alone. He frowns as he rummages through the box in his hands, thinking that he should refill its contents before his parents notice he’s been using way too much of it lately.
He collects everything he needs and sets to work, still not uttering a single word as he bites his bottom lip and wishes Jungkook would just stop with the fighting. Jimin doesn’t mind taking care of him – in fact, he loves that the older is so keen on letting him do it – but it’s not easy for him to worry about Jungkook all the time, aware of how explosive he can be. Still, Jimin knows he can’t force him to change, so he just sighs and does his best to keep Jungkook together.
“You know, I never had a nurse before you…” Jungkook breaks the silence when Jimin focuses on his hand. “Think I’ll start getting into more fights just so you can take care of me.”
“Please, don’t.” Jimin says, and it sounds pained. He worries too much about Jungkook, even though the older always tells him not to. “I hate seeing you like this.”
They go back to not talking and Jimin swallows as he cleans his knuckles and wraps a bandage around them. He can feel Jungkook’s eyes on him the entire time but refuses to look up, knowing all too well that he will cave in and his hard façade will slip from him.
It’s a bit more difficult when he has to tend to Jungkook’s nose. He checks if it’s broken – it’s not – before moving to clean the dry blood running down his face; Jimin doesn’t react even when Jungkook nuzzles against the hand that’s holding his jaw in place and keeps his eyes trained to what he’s doing. He hates the smile that appears on Jungkook’s lips when he realizes what’s happening.
“You’re pretty.” Jungkook says it like it’s nothing, that damn smile still in place, and Jimin is thankful for the darkness in the room hiding his pink cheeks.
“You’re ridiculous.” He whispers as he shakes his head and finishes up, throwing the bloody cotton balls in the trashcan under his desk and putting the first-aid kit aside, already softening up and giving up on his attempt at looking disappointed.
“Why do you put up with me?” Jungkook asks as he leans in and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, pulling him into his lap.
“I have no idea.” Jimin answers against Jungkook’s lips and his arms wrap themselves involuntarily around his neck. “How are your ribs?”
“Fine.” Jungkook kisses Jimin softly then, but the younger pushes him away.
“Can you breathe properly?” He insists, small hands coming down to touch the expanse of Jungkook’s chest and abdomen, checking his reaction to make sure he wasn’t playing it down.
“I’m fine, Jimin.” Jungkook grabs both Jimin’s hands in his and kisses his knuckles; the pure white of his skin is an ugly contrast to the black and blue under his boyfriend’s eye and over his cheekbone. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I wanted to see you.”
Jimin sighs as he brushes Jungkook’s hair away from his eyes and settles himself more comfortably on his lap. “I’d rather you come here where I can patch you up than some place where you won’t take care of yourself.”
“My own personal angel.” Jungkook smiles as he leans in for a kiss, rejoicing in the way Jimin melts instantly against him at his touch. “Do you think your parents heard me?”
Jimin shrugs. “My dad could sleep through a war, really, and if my mom had woken up she would’ve come here by now.”
Jungkook only hums and doesn’t say anything for a while before his hands grab at Jimin’s hips and he moves them so that he’s lying in between his legs. He licks his lips when Jimin’s sweater rises up and he’s graced with the sight of his boyfriend’s perfect thighs, marveling at the way they feel so soft under his calloused hands.
“Why don’t you ever wear pants to sleep?” Jungkook asks as his fingers trace an invisible path to his hips. “Not that I’m complaining.” He adds with a smirk as he leans down to bite just under Jimin’s ear.
“It’s too warm, I told you.” Jimin answers breathily, body already craving more. He whines when Jungkook sucks a hickey right on his jaw, visible for the world to see. “How am I supposed to hide that?”
“You’re not.” Jungkook breathes out a laugh on Jimin’s neck and the younger shivers, biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning when cold fingers meet his nipple.
“Jungkook-ah… Stop.” Jimin gasps and weakly pushes at his boyfriend’s chest. Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, and he sits back with wide eyes looking for any sign of discomfort that he may have caused, but only finds a blushing Jimin trying to cover up his face. “My parents will hear.” He whines again, just because he can and because he knows it’s Jungkook’s weak spot.
Jungkook sighs and lies back down in between Jimin’s legs, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. “Yeah, we both know how loud you are… Actually, I think everyone that lives in my building does.”
“Yah!” Jimin slaps Jungkook on the chest and the older laughs quietly, taking his hands and pinning them above his head.
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” He says, staring right into Jimin’s eyes. “How is it that you’re my most impossible dream come true?” Jimin squirms under his touch, dying to cover his blushing cheeks in embarrassment, never one to take Jungkook’s words easily. “I don’t deserve you, Park Jimin.”
“Of course you do.” Jimin whispers, looking away. “Even better.”
Jungkook lets go of him then and sits back up, pulling Jimin with him. He uses one of his hands to pull his boyfriend’s chin up so they’re facing each other. “There’s no better than you. Not for me.”
Jimin doesn’t say anything for a while and Jungkook doesn’t think he can add to his words without turning them into a cliché mess. It hadn’t been easy, letting Jimin in his life when they belonged in completely different worlds, but it had been possibly the best decision he had ever made for himself in his entire life. He’s still impulsive and hotheaded and just as much of an asshole as he was six months ago when they met; the difference is that now he has the encouragement to change and the motivation to be better.
Jimin awakens something in Jungkook that he can’t name, has done it since that one afternoon when they bumped into each other while Jungkook was running from someone he doesn’t even remember the face of and worried about his wounds without asking where they came from. His own personal angel, Jungkook has called him from the start, and it couldn’t be more truthful.
“I love you.” Jimin says, interrupting Jungkook’s reminiscing, and it rings loud in the quiet room. He seems hesitant about the words, as if Jungkook is going to reject them even after everything he just said, but he forces himself to maintain eye contact anyway.
“And I have never loved anyone as much as I love you.” Jungkook answers without missing a beat, one hand going to cup Jimin’s face as he takes in everything this moment represents. “Let’s go for a ride.”
Jimin pulls back and the look in his eyes would be hilarious if it wasn’t so adorable. “It’s past three in the morning!”
“Exactly. There’s no one in the streets now and we can go as fast as you want.” Jungkook touches the tip of Jimin’s nose with his fingers and resists the urge to crush him into a hug when the younger scrunches it in response. “I’ll bring you back in an hour or two, I promise.”
“Okay.” Jimin’s smile is enough to light up the dark room.
They sneak out through Jimin’s window, after he gets dressed and makes sure his door is locked so his mother wouldn’t walk in and not find him there, and into the cold night. Jungkook’s motorcycle is parked just in front of the house and he climbs up, turning the engine on as Jimin sits behind him, hands firm around his waist and face pressed close to his neck.
“Ready to fly, angel?” He asks before taking off, not wasting a minute before picking up speed until the wind is messing up their hair and he feels what being free is like.
If anyone had told Jeon Jungkook that he would be carelessly driving around in the middle of the night after getting beaten up and feeling better than he had ever felt in his 22 years of life, he would laugh at them in the face. If they told him he would be hopelessly in love with a boy with rosy cheeks and small hands, he would have straight up punched them.
But now, as Jimin laughs in his ear and places the occasional kiss on his neck, so warm pressed up against him, Jungkook has no doubts that this is exactly where he is supposed to be.