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The medical tent is hot, crowded, and busy, nurses sweltering and overwhelmed as they move from patient to patient. Jimin watches anxiously, not use to being around so many people since his squad.

It's been months since Jimin has had a full squad, most of them having died in action, and nobody he sees here familiar. The realization makes his skin crawl and his heart stutter, the sound of pained agony and groaning not helping.

Jimin watches intently as his nurse makes her way back over to him. She's young — way too young to really know what she's doing— but that's expected. At times like this, they need anyone willing to bare the hardships of death and trauma.

Luckily for her, Jimin offers her neither. He's made it to his last base in one piece this time, only having maintained a few scratches and bruising during his last trip.

She's already patched him up, a bandage on the side of his forehead and one on his rib — both having needed stitches. She's now returning the documents needed to finally discharge him, her smile sweet and coy in a way that makes Jimin heedful.

"Here you are," she grins shyly, holding out the manila folder with slender hands.

By now Jimin is aware of the way her gaze lingers on him although he is squalid and disheveled. He wonders why? Other than his built physique what about a man coming home from the anguish of war is appealing to her?

He doesn't ask, her ring finger bare and eyes hopeful in a way that nearly begs for his attention. Jimin understands that the world during this time is not nice without a husband. Nonetheless, he'll never be the one she needs so he ignores her silent pleas and bows his head softly.

"Thank you," he says, trying for a smile that feels more like a grimace.

She swallows tightly, her hands clamped together as she bows in return before heading to the next patient.

Jimin takes his leave then, grabbing his worn rucksack and exiting the tent.

He sighs, the ground wet and muddy from the July rain and the base deafening with the sound of bustling humans. The more Jimin makes his way through the abruptly built trauma tents the more he hears the shouts of torment and pain.

Jimin's blank canvas of a face goes wry as he watches nurses and soldiers carry and push those with injuries that are still too gory for him to bare even now.

He is grievous as he notes how lucky he is to have made it out alive, unburned, and with all of his limbs for most of his counterparts did not have that luxury.

"Excuse me," Jimin murmurs here and there as he makes his way further through the fortress.

Eventually, he ends up in line at one of the discharge posts, men of all sizes and ages either happy with glee due to finally being able to go home or gloom with the knowledge of knowing that they'll have nowhere to go.

Jimin, unfortunately, is one of those men.

"Park Jimin, born 1928. Here is your discharge certificate, check, and housing information," a middle aged woman speaks tiredly, handing him the documents. "Due to the unfortunate amount of soldiers without homes we've started accommodating people to live with those willing to house them."

Jimin must have made a face because the lady further explains. "For instance, local inns, livery stables, ale houses and etcetera. You see sir," she says apologetically, "we're doing what we can. Luckily for you mister Park, we have a fellow soldier who returned a few months ago. He's offered his home in Jeju for you to stay until you can find your own."

Jimin nods tersely before thanking the lady with a bow and heading off.

The first thing he takes in is his check of $2808. Three years in war and $78 a month. The numbers fair well and true — nevertheless, it still won't be enough to buy him a house nor land of his own.

He blinks away his disappointment at that and glances down at the housing paper then. He takes in the man's information carefully. "Jeon Jungkook, born 1918. Sasem-ro 104, Jeju."

Jimin is from Busan so he doesn't recognize the area the woman speaks of. And due to the absence of a proper street he assumes that this Jungkook man must live in a more rural area that has yet to be modernized.

Jimin frowns, not very excited about the idea of what kind of work will be available in the area. Even so, he's grateful of course, his home of Busan having been the first to be destroyed during the war.

Placing the documents in his bag Jimin heads for the buses and prepares himself for the long ride to his new home.

It's raining hard and late when he arrives in Sasem-ro after a four hour boat ride and two hour bus trip. He thanks the exhausted looking driver and exits the bus at the only stop that appears to be in the area.

As expected, he's in the countryside. The farmhouses and cottages stretched far apart and lampposts sparse as Jimin begins walking.

It takes him about 15 minutes to make it to the correct address and even then he's not sure if he's at the right house. It's a small sized farmhouse that's seems to be well maintained despite its clear old age. Jimin notes a barn much larger than the house itself and stable in the back. There's also an aged rusted truck in the yard. As he walks up the stairs and porch he takes in white painted wooden panels of the home and dark windows.

He tentatively knocks on the front door that's lit barely by an old lantern. It takes all of 15 seconds before it's swung open, the man's big eyes wild and build intimidating even to him.

Jimin nearly steps back but the soldier in him is stoic and unruffled, staring back at the man stonily.

"Jeon Jungkook?" He asks, pulling the housing paper out of his uniform pocket to hand it to the man.

The man seizes the paper and as he reads it over Jimin observes him.

Handsome, tall, built, tan and clean shaven; his hair dark with a few barely noticeable specs of gray, cropped short, and shaved down on the sides. He doesn't look as if he'd been asleep yet he's only dressed in trousers as if he wasn't expecting company either.

He most likely wasn't based on the way he frowns down at the paper before looking back at Jimin and openly once-overing him.

He's in his uniform still, the outfit soaked, stained and ragged with dirt and dried blood (amongst other things). He hasn't shaven in months, the stubble on his face itchy and mocking with the reminder that it'll never grow full. His hair has grown out tremendously since being mostly chopped off, it currently being held back with his cap.

The man makes a not so welcomingly sound but holds his door open anyways.

"Remove your shoes," he speaks, voice youthful sounding in a way Jimin didn't expect for a 34 year old man. "I'll start you a bath."

He closes and locks the door behind Jimin before heading off without another word. Jimin takes in the interior of the home the best that he can with only a single lamp and few candles to assist him.

It's drafty, the half paneled wood walls old and peeling and the entrance connected to the living room. Jimin unties his old combat boots as he eyes his new living area.

Warm is the dry stacked stone fireplace that blazes low and comforting, the sound of an old radio playing quiet tunes on a small table besides it.

Jimin notes the brown leather chair that's reclined and sunken into like it's recently been used. Then a long wool textured brown couch with a knitted blanket thrown over it and a Doberman lying fast asleep.

Jimin swallows, the war leaving him a little wary about certain breeds of dogs. Dobermans had been a popular choice during the battle and Jimin is well aware that if trained correctly their bites can be lethal.

He doesn't move then as he continues scanning, his eyes landing on an old teak coffee table sat over a hand knitted rug. It holds an open can of beer and a few newspapers.

Jimin notes the medals, medallions, and rank certificates of the military then. They're hung all around the walls. He figures Jungkook must have been enlisted prior to the war, his major marine rank impressive to a simple army private like Jimin who was drafted to go.

He continues, taking in a few personal pictures that are hung, the man — Jungkook — seeming young in most of them and surrounded by what looks like his parents in a few. There's more photographs framed here and there with the same familiar faces and then one in particular that stands out to Jimin.

A picture of Jungkook and a fair woman who looks to be pregnant sat on a small coffee table besides the recliner. Jimin hums internally, guessing that the man's wife and child must be fast asleep already.

His eyes at last land on a large antique bookshelf and he's elated by this, reading being one of his favorite hobbies during the war and in between missions.

He can't really see much else past the living room, the only other light he notes peaking up from the staircase.

Luckily, Jungkook returns a minute or so after. His torso still bare and movements comfortable even with a complete stranger in his home.

"Great. You listen well," Jungkook says, taking in his bare bruised and blistered feet with unblinking eyes. "What's your rank?"

Jimin looks down at his label pins usual spot and notes that they're missing. He answers clear and confident despite his shameful rank. "First class private, sir."

Jungkook hums, his gaze hardening. "Drafted then. What stopped you from going on your own?"

"Didn't think I was suited, sir," he answers truthfully.

And he knows that he isn't. Even now after he's been built with muscle and trained skillfully to fight and defend his life and country, Jimin would rather not do so. For the trauma is too heavy to endure for a man like him.

Jungkook's pupils dilate with the intensity of his stare. "And what about now?"

Without a beat, Jimin answers.

"The same, sir."

Jungkook doesn't say anything else as he observes his face. Jimin staring back until finally the older man hums once more before motioning for Jimin to follow him up the stairs. "Well you've made it this far and unscathed so that must mean something."

Jimin doesn't respond. Everyone else he knows having died. Truth be told, he shouldn't even be here.

"What was your position?" Jungkook asks once they make it to the top.

Jimin eyes the area briefly. The second story only making up a small portion of the home and the landing nearly nonexistent.

The hallway itself is creaky with the aging wood and narrow. It bares two, closed wooden doors on one wall and the same half paneled wall as downstairs.

There's more pictures hung of the same familiar faces as before and a large window with thick, dark floral curtains at the end of the hall. A shelf of trinkets and military pins sit underneath.

Lastly, he notes what looks like an access door to an attic on the ceiling. He wonders briefly if that's where he'll be staying.

"I was a mole, sir," Jimin answers easily and this seems to catch the majors attention once more. He looks back at Jimin and raises a brow.

He questions cautiously. "Got any shell shock I need to be aware of then?"

Jimin would smile if he remembered how to do so. It's to no surprise that Jungkook will probably be wary of him now — the underground tunnelers during the war often being left with some of the most profuse amounts of trauma due to the amount of torment, inclemency, and starvation they'd endure.

"Just the usual nightmares, sir," Jimin answers. "I wasn't as bad as the other tunnelers I saw."

And this was the truth. Jimin's seen others wake up out of their sleep screaming, thrashing, and clawing at their skin. Some even falling into an episode during a fight and losing their life.

Out of the worst, he'd experience one of his squad members take his own life for the nightmares of what awaited on the other side of the tunnel much harder to face than the nightmares of his dreams.

Jungkook hums, his stare lingering attentively on Jimin's face before finally turning around once more.

"Should be enough soap and towels. Leave your clothes in the hamper," he says after showing Jimin to a decent sized bathroom behind the left door. "Tomorrow I'll drive you to town so you can cash your check at the bank and buy some necessities."

Jimin nods, thanking the man robotically as he closes the door and mumbles something about dinner and finding spare clothes.

Jimin sighs silently, his eyes taking in the bulb lit bathroom and pipes that hold the promise of running water.

Jimin feels his chest warm with glee at that as he further observes. The walls are the same as the rest of the house but much newer it seems, the smell of paint fresh and the carvings neat. The floor here is stack bond tile rather than wood, a large drain in the center of the floor. There's a small window that's stained and shut tightly and a long mirror above the standard cadet sink.

Above the sink, a shower is connected and hung over the mirror. He notes a tall linen bathroom cabinet besides it that hold towels, toiletries and cleaning supplies.

To the right a ceramic squat toilet is built into the ground next to a porcelain bath which is full and steaming. The bath itself is high and deep but small and quaint. Jimin wouldn't even be able to stretch his legs out nonetheless, he doesn't complain because most homes barely even have showers let alone baths.

Upon undressing, Jimin looks at himself in the mirror and frowns. He doesn't like what he sees, his body built despite his ribs protruding and skin feeling filthy and grime.

His hair has grown unruly and now passes his brows. He's not only ungroomed in the face but below as well, his armpits, happy trail, and pubic hair wild and untamed.

Jimin notices the pack of razors and cup of clippers and scissors on the shelf but decides not to touch them. He doesn't want to invade the man's personal items and space anymore than he already has.

With that in mind, he grabs a wash cloth and sinks into the bath with a deep groan. The water feels so warm to the touch and smells of Epsom salts and lavender. Jimin relaxes almost instantly and for the first time in years he finally feels at peace.

He must've drifted off a bit because when he opens his eyes again the water isn't as warm and his hands are pruned. He hesitantly reaches for the bar of soap in the dish on the side of the tub and quickly begins to wash.

He lathers the towel thoroughly and scrubs himself raw until all the dirt and dead skin has been removed.

He unstops the bath then and watches as the mucky water slowly drains. Once finished he sits up in a squat to rinse his body and do one last wash. He saves his hair for last, tentatively turning on the running water and using the same bar of soap to scrub his scalp.

Once rinsed he stands slowly, his body aching and legs shaky as he exits the tub.

He quickly heads to where he saw the cleaning supplies and goes to grab the tub detergent just as a knock sounds on the door.

Jimin freezes, the person not waiting for a response as they push open the door.

It's luckily just Jungkook nonetheless, that doesn't relax him at all. He's standing bare and body dripping as he meets the man's gaze.

He barely blinks at Jimin's state or the soap and scrubber in his hands. He speaks nonchalantly as he heads to the hamper, "Oh, you're alive. Great," he places down the clean clothes there and continues. "I thought you'd offed yourself in here it was so quiet."

Jimin doesn't know how to respond for what the man says doesn't really come off as a joke but rather a statement.

Jimin watches then as he turns around and openly stares at Jimin's face and then his physique. "Hm," he starts with contemplation, his eyes examining. "You're more built than you look. A few meals should get you back right."

His eyes trail lower then and he scrutinizingly takes in Jimin's nether areas.

Jimin can't help but to flush in embarrassment at his state as the man snorts, speaking freely. "Feel free to use whatever's over there to tidy up. After you're done meet me downstairs for dinner."

He finally looks away, his eyes finding Jimin's once more before he finally turns away.

Only when the door closes does Jimin release his breath, the feeling of his cock twitching one he's not proud of.

Jimin makes it downstairs in fresh clothes only after he's taken Jungkook's advice. He feels much cleaner now, his hair groomed above and below and body tingling from the cool air.

His feet are socked, his toenails having been trimmed and blisters lathered in ointment underneath. He also cut down his fingernails, deodorized, and moisturized his skin for what must have been the first time in years.

He pauses once he hits the bottom of the stairs, his eyes making contact with the Doberman that was previously sleeping on the couch.

The dog instantly starts to growl at the sight of him, Jimin noticing then how one of his ears are half missing along with a chunk of his leg.

He'd clearly been a service animal and Jimin internally panics at that even though his face remains expressionless.

Just as the dog seems as if he's going to run and attack a whistle is heard towards the kitchen.

"Yah, settle down Rwun," Jungkook says casually, chewing on something. "Come here private."

Jimin obeys, the dog grumbling and quick to follow behind him.

He tries his best to ignore the animal, the memories of being met with canine teeth on the other side of the soil not one he likes to remember.

Something must show on his face because Jungkook stares at him with that inquisitive gaze again. "Don't worry. He won't attack."

He turns back towards the kitchen then, his voice flittering with dry amusement as he continues. "Unless you give him a reason," he says simply.

Jimin feels his heart skip at that, the dog openly eyeing him just like his owner had done not too long ago.

He feels pathetically uncomfortable under the dogs scrutiny as he takes in the connected dining room and kitchen.

The same wallpaper as the rest of the house and same wood floor. A small dark oak table sits center of the dining room, four chairs on each side and another hand made rug underneath. There's a wooden back door that must lead to the backyard behind the table and a large window to the left of it that's draped by the same curtains as upstairs.

To the right of the door there's a large curio cabinet full of old porcelain dishes and silverware. The kitchen itself is open and cozy with a wooden island and two matching stools in the middle. On the side adjacent to the backyard a large window lies above the porcelain and steel sink. Underneath the sink is rustic onyx oak topped counters with many drawers. Surrounding the window is a bricked white painted wall, open cabinets and shelves with silverware, utensils and spices. A modern off white fridge is parallel on a separate wall to the right and next to that pot rails hang pans and mittens. Underneath there are more of these rustic counters, one even holding a microwave oven.

Jimin figures that Jungkook must be making a decent amount of money with his rank to own such items, the sight of an also modern stove and oven on the opposite side of the window nearly shocking him.

Lastly, Jimin notes an open sliding door in the corner of the kitchen that beholds an old wringer and mangle washing machine.

"You're lucky I made some stew earlier otherwise you'd be eating some frozen dinner right now."

Jimin watches as the man scoops up an intimidatingly large portion into a bowl before handing it over.

He doesn't stare at Jimin as the shorter takes it, his hands turning off the pot before heading to the pantry. He pulls out a covered loaf of bread and slices a piece off before placing it in a napkin. He grabs a spoon out of the drawer before turning towards Jimin with both in his hands.

"You can sit Park," he snorts in amusement at the sight of him, placing the items down on the island top. "I mean unless you want to just stand there," he shrugs.

Jimin does so, the stew not very appealing look wise but smelling absolutely amazing. He takes the bread and utensil Jungkook offers kindly,  the older man watching with that same intense gaze as he slowly brings a spoonful to his mouth.

He nearly hums as the warm burst of flavor hits his tongue. It's such a stark difference from all the dried meat, stale bread, and oats he'd been reduced to eating during the war. Each and every day he had regretted the times he hadn't finished a meal beforehand.

Jungkook raises a brow in question and Jimin nods once, his ears hot and stomach warming as he continues to eat.

The older doesn't say anything else as he heads to his refrigerator and grabs two beers. He pops one open with his teeth and places the other one besides Jimin's bowl. He sips his own as he exits the kitchen, the dog not following him until he whistles.

Jimin finishes the bowl in record time, not even touching his beer until he's cleaned his bowl and eaten his bread. He sips and sits unsurely, his stomach sated and heavy but also a little uncomfortable due to the sudden abundance of food.

Eventually, he finishes his beer too, the alcohol slightly buzzing in his veins and reminding him of how much he's a lightweight.

After sitting and staring into nothing he stands, grabbing the bowl and heading to the sink. He cleans and rinses the bowl and utensil before placing it on the rack. After, he discards the beer bottle and heads back towards the living room.

He immediately notes Jungkook's body on the recliner, his eyes closed and hand clutching the beer bottle with perfect precision.

He stands to the side, unsure if he should wake the other man or not. His Doberman, Rwun, glares from the long couch unwelcoming.

"You just gonna stand and stare private?" Jungkook suddenly says, his voice clear and awake despite his slack body.

"Didn't want to bother you sir," Jimin responds, watching as the man opens one eye and glances over at him.

He hums, closing his eyes once more before speaking. "You can take my room, upstairs to the right."

Jimin hesitates at that, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he questions. "You sure sir?"

He figures that if Jungkook is offering his room then his wife and child must not be home. He wonders why and if she'd be okay with that?

"What—" he stutters when he asks, "what about your wife?" He realizes how odd that sounds and quickly corrects. "I don't want to intrude on any more of your space is all."

Jungkook seems to go rigid at that, the aura of the room suddenly going dark and making Jimin feel uneasy.

"Don't make me change my mind private," is all Jungkook says and Jimin simply swallows hard before treading lightly for the stairs.

He makes his way to Jungkook's room with the help of no light, his memory already reminding him of things he noted before and what to avoid running into.

When he opens the room door a waft of cold air  immediately hits him, the smell of the room dry and dusty as if it hasn't been used in a while.

The moonlight shines through a large window and shows him a room that's relatively bare compared to the rest of the home. There's a wood armoire, long mirror, rug, non-traditional queen size bed and two bedside tables with lamps. Nonetheless, that's about it. There's no cute trinkets on the dressers nor personal pictures hung on the walls, just Jungkook's military suits, paperwork and more certificates being the only 'decoration' he notes.

The more Jimin looks around the room the more he sees that there's no signs of a woman nor a child staying here.

He suddenly feels silly for assuming that he knew Jungkook based on a simple picture. The pregnant woman could have been anyone — Jungkook's sister, cousin.

Jimin removes his socks as he gets into the queen size bed. The smell of dust is strong as he pulls the large duvet back. The bedding must have not been washed for a long while he figures based on the way his nose immediately starts to itch and his eyes begin to water.

Jimin sighs, the bed at least comfortable and easy to sink into.

Nonetheless, it still takes him a long while to finally fall asleep, his mind running and the flashbacks seemingly never ending.

Jimin wakes up surprised that he actually slept through the night. He guesses it must have been the alcohol in his system that allowed him to and he sits up feeling refreshed and energized after so many nights without any sleep at all.

He's not surprised to find that he's covered in hives, his skin red and itchy — the deep scratches on his arms evidence of how hard he slept.

He knows it's the dust, his mother always dusted everyday for this exact reason. He wonders if Jungkook's ointment will help the swelling of his allergy go down.

"Oh you're up, great."

Jimin nearly jumps in shock, his gaze finding Jungkook who's pulling a flannel over his wife beater and sagging jeans. He's embarrassed at how he hadn't even heard the man's presence in the room.

"Breakfast is downstairs. I have some things to handle real quick but after I'll take you to town to—" his eyebrows furrow suddenly as he stares at Jimin hard, his gaze almost judging.

"The fuck is wrong with your face private?"

Jimin feels his face burn even more as he answers timidly. "Allergies."

Jungkook hums, his eyes suddenly trailing the room and taking in the dusty surfaces with sudden awareness.

"Yeah that could do that then couldn't it," he mumbles, more to himself really as he runs a hand through his messy dark hair.

Abruptly, he turns and leaves the room.

He comes back only moments later, just as Jimin's exited the bed, and he's surprised at what appears to be disinfectant and towels in the man's hands.

He places them on the dresser opposite of where Jimin stands before going to pull back the curtains and open the window.

The air outside is fresh and still smells of rain. Jimin watches as Jungkook then begins spraying and wiping down the furniture with vigor, the older barely even looking his way.

Jimin stands awkwardly, not sure if he should help as he watches Jungkook.

As if the older can read his mind he raises a brow at Jimin. "You just gonna stare private or you gonna help?"

Jimin nearly teeters as he reaches for the other towel and disinfectant to wipe down the other bedside table. Once done cleaning, Jungkook tosses his own towel on the bed before going to pull off the sheets.

Jimin suddenly feels even more guilty, the man already offering his home when he didn't have to and now changing things just for Jimin's sake.

He apologizes for the inconvenience as Jungkook piles the covers up in his arms. "Sorry sir."

"For what?" The man's asks, holding one hand out. "Here give me that towel."

Jimin does so, his voice filled with shame as he speaks. "For making you do this after already allowing me into your home."

Jungkook stares at him blankly, his gaze unblinking before he finally snorts. "Don't thank me so soon. You'll be ready to leave by next week." 

Jimin wonders what the major means by that? He debates questioning it but suddenly the man speaks, already turning towards the door. "Grab those pillow cases and follow me."

It doesn't take Jimin long to understand what Jungkook had meant. After a breakfast of sausage and porridge Jungkook shows him how to use the washer and wringer before heading outside.

By the time he comes back in there's specks of hay on his jeans and he's worked up a bit of sweat on his forehead despite the morning chill.

He takes one woven basket filled with duvets and tells Jimin to take the other and follow him outside after putting on his shoes. The younger obeys, his eyes widening as he takes in just how large Jungkook's ranch is.

There must be acres of land he thinks as he observes the wide terrain of dry grass and wooden gates surrounding the entire vicinity.

He notes the horse stables now that's it light out and the different animals already out and grazing the grass.

He thinks then that Jungkook must be more well off than he imagined.

"Grab the other side and we'll hang it on the line right here," Jungkook speaks after placing down his basket, his hands holding one side of the large floral duvet.

Jimin goes to grab the opposite corner and together they pin the blanket on the line beside the porch.

Without being directed, Jimin helps with the sheets and pillow cases as well, Jungkook grabbing both baskets and turning back to the house once they're done.

Jimin stands a bit unsurely, Jungkook not looking back as he calls. "You just gonna stand there private or you gonna follow me?"

Jimin flushes, following the man back inside and obliging when he's told to lock the back doors.

Jimin watches him place the baskets back before heading out the kitchen and up the stairs. Jimin stands in the middle of the kitchen and dining room uncertainly, Rwun staring at him with the same distrustful gaze.

When Jungkook returns he has the private's bag and the same ointment Jimin applied last night in his hands. He tosses both, one by one, to Jimin without warning, the shorter's reflexes luckily military adapted and quick.

"Here. Put that on and let's go."

Jimin quickly rubs some into his skin as he follows Jungkook towards the front door, the younger barely noticing that the older man holds his keys.

Once out, Jimin can finally take in the trucks actual color. It's sunset red across the body and  wheat fusion on the top. It's beautifully built yet rusty and old.

Jimin wonders, if Jungkook has so much money then why hasn't he bought a newer model?

He starts the car, Jimin getting in the three seater without having to be told. It takes a few cranks but the engine is loud and buzzing once going.

Without warning, he suddenly exits the car. Jimin watches then as he heads towards the gate on the side of his house and starts towards the barn.

When he returns he has a basket full of eggs in one arm and a large can of milk in the other hand.

He places both in the bed of the truck before slamming the door and hopping in the drivers side.

Within seconds they're off, Jimin clutching his bag tightly as he adjusts to the sudden movements.

Growing up cars weren't really a thing so he only knows the bus.

The bus was a comfort to him, calm and leisure rides that didn't compare to most cars. Well technically, Jimin's only been in one type of car — a tank during the military. It wasn't his favorite and usually felt overwhelming, nonetheless it's nothing like this.

Jungkook's truck moves faster than both the bus and tank combined, his turns swift and breaks careless.

He keeps pulling back the manual gear of the car, his hand large and veiny and fingernails cut and clean despite his ranch work.

Jimin's eyes move to take in his side profile then. Strong nose, small lips, doe eyes and long lashes. The man's skin is tanned and he keeps his facial hair groomed. His hair is messy and disheveled but seems trimmed and cut regularly.

Jimin finds himself staring a little too intently so he looks over at the window and takes in the miles and miles of green and rural lands of Jeju instead.

The market is only an eight minute drive, give or take, and as soon as they arrive Jungkook hops out of the truck. Without saying anything, he grabs his things in the back and heads off, most likely going to sale his products like the other people here Jimin imagines.

The younger is hesitant but he doesn't wait for the man to return. He rather the man not think that he's utterly useless so he grabs his bag and makes his way out as well.

Looking around, he takes in the marketplace with wide eyes.

It's mostly people trading, selling, and buying whatever they have. Some seem surprised or curious at the sight of him getting out of Jungkook's car. Jimin guesses it's due to his alien face amongst the seemingly familiar crowd of people roaming around.

Jimin notes there's not many buildings here. Mainly only the most important ones like the post offices, doctor's offices, and the bank.

Another thing Jimin notices is that there's not very many cars either, Jungkook's being one of the few he sees — but not in as great condition compared to the others.

He guesses it's because this is an island. It's probably extremely difficult and expensive to ship whole cars and even then — due to the way most people live here — Jimin doesn't think they'd be able to afford cars anyway.

Jimin frowns, feet making way to the bank that's luckily not very busy. A teller calls him over instantly and he hands her his check and identification without being told.

She scans the paperwork over with her glasses held up before humming. She glances at him and raises a brow. "You want it all out now or what sir?"

Jimin nods, not sure how much he'll end up spending today. "Yes ma'am."

She smacks on what looks like tobacco as she goes to transfer the check into money. When she comes back she hands him a receipt and a woven wallet.

"Thank you," he bows slightly and she hums, already fixed back on the computer in front of her.

He exits the bank and decides that his first buy should be some new shoes. If he's to work on a ranch with Jungkook everyday then his only pair of boots would probably end up in ruins in no time.

He walks up to a stand that's selling all types of styles: short boot, long boot, derby, sneaker, and loafer.

Many of them are out of Jimin's budget range, especially the ones his eyes linger on — the black and white derby styled shoes. He asks if he can feel them and nearly cries at how smooth the leather is against his skin.

Before he's able to place them down a strong hand wraps around his wrist.

His head snaps over quickly and before his military instincts can take over his vision falls over the familiar face of his host.

He swallows tightly, the man's gaze going from him to the shoes in his hand. He looks at the price on them and raises a brow. "You should only be buying what's necessary private. You'll need more than a few thousands saved to afford a place of your own."

Of course, Jimin already knows that. Jungkook let's him go and he places the beautiful shoes back.

"Was just looking sir," he says before telling the lady he'll get the cheap leather moccasins. They're not the worse looking shoes on the planet but they're clearly not what he wants.

He puts them in his bag and moves on to a stall that's selling bath necessities. Jungkook doesn't follow him and when Jimin looks back he's leaning over, arms crossed, and looking down at the same pair of shoes Jimin just placed down. His expression is tight as he examines the shoes and Jimin bites his cheek in annoyance before turning around.

He ends up buying soap, antiperspirants, shampoo and conditioner, body moisturizer, oils, a toothbrush, comb and shavers of his own. Jungkook reprimands him once more on the soap and moisturizer — says he had enough to spare the both of them.

Jimin disregards him and starts walking towards a clothing stall. He hears Jungkook groan under his breath and worries that he's upset the man. It takes him only glancing at the man's face and the way his eyes are trained on the lady behind the stall to understand that the groan was directed towards her.

The woman looks older, hair almost completely gray and smile toothy. Nonetheless, she smiles brightly at them, a young woman beside her dressed in a light green dress and timidly evening out the pants.

"Jungkook! It's been a while, you've been coming and going recently now haven't you!"

Jungkook hums, and the lady continues as if she expected that response. "I told you! Whenever you come, stop by and speak to my beautiful daughter!"

The daughter blushes, looking at her mom almost scandalized before smiling at Jungkook. Indeed, Jimin thinks, she's beautiful. Her hair is dark and neatly tied back in a ponytail that shows off her dainty features and light brown eyes. Though her irises are unusual and unique for a Korean, Jimin still doesn't think she'd catch his attention even if they were the only ones in a room.

Jungkook returns a smile and Jimin notes how forced and unnatural it looks. He's too busy staring at the major to note the older lady eyeing him.

"And who is this handsome young man?" She starts curiously. "You didn't tell me you had a brother or cousin Jungkook. Though... he doesn't really look like you very much."

Jimin flushes at the lady's words, his gaze snapping back and watching as she comes around to examine him.

Jungkook snorts besides him, his gaze now on Jimin as well. "Not kin, I'm just housing him for a bit."

"Ah," she says softly and something in her eyes becomes more kinder as she notes his military boots. "Where you from lad?"

"Busan ma'am," he answers respectfully and she waves his formalities off.

"Oh... like Jungkook-ssi here! How coincidental! I'm Lee Jee and this is my daughter Yoonah, what's your name? And how old are you?"

By now the daughter is looking at him too, her eyes innocent and observing much like her mother.

"Park Jimin. I'm 25 ma'am," Jimin replies but he's stuck on the fact that the woman just said that Jungkook is from Busan as well.

He wonders when and why the man decided to move to Jeju? It makes sense now though, why his accent is so strong and reminds him of home.

"Park! What a strong family name!" The woman, Jee, compliments and Jimin finds himself flushing deeper. "Jimin... is a bit too feminine for my taste but nice too!"

"Mom!" Her daughter, Yoonah, whines in embarrassment but Jimin takes the criticism all the same.

He's use to hearing such about his name — from his elders, the military blokes, etc.

"I'm sorry about her!" Yoonah apologizes to him and Jimin just shakes his head, the mother still going.

"What! I'm just saying!" She exclaims at her daughter before turning to them again. "Anyways, 25 is not too bad," she hums a bit suspiciously under her breath before suddenly changing the subject. "Aye, now that I think about it, it's been a while since you came by for dinner Jungkook! Now that Jimin is here you two should come by for dinner tomorrow! I'll make kimchi-jjigae and extra kimchi for you to take home!"

Jungkook seems hesitant and the lady notices instantly.

"Yah! Don't give me the same excuse as the last time!" Jee points her finger at him accusingly. "You use to come over all the time so what's the problem now! My daughter not pretty enough for you anymore?"

"Mom!"

Yoonah looks devastatingly embarrassed now and borderline almost ashamed of her mother as she covers her face with her hands.

"That's not it," Jungkook says calmly, his gaze trained away and hand caressing the hair of his nape. "I've just been busy with the ranch."

"Nonsense!" The woman waves him off, suddenly holding up clothes against Jimin's body. "You have Jimin to help you now so don't worry so much! Two grown men should be eating well!"

Jungkook ends up agreeing to come by tomorrow and the woman is so ecstatic that she gives Jimin a discount on his clothes. He doesn't get too much, just a few pairs of trousers and shirts, as well as some socks, gloves, and a coat for the winter to come. Jungkook tells him not to worry about clothes for work — says he has enough extra that too.

They leave once Jimin's done, the duo waving them off. Jimin's eyes widen a bit as he takes in what Jungkook seems to have traded his product for. It's bales of straw, bread, cheese, and what looks like some fresh fruit and vegetables sitting in the bed of his truck.

He wonders if Jungkook got all of that for his trade or spent some money as well. He's not sure if it appropriate to ask and the more he thinks about it the more guilt he feels.

Once his own belongings have been added, he joins Jungkook in the car and finds himself offering the man money for allowing him to stay in his home until he can find his own.

Jungkook only snorts, not even looking over at him as he keeps his eyes on the dirt roads. "Keep your money Private. You need it more than me."

Despite that being the truth it does nothing to ease Jimin's remorse.

When they return, Jimin places his things upstairs before returning to help Jungkook with his purchases. He's ordered to put the groceries in the kitchen while Jungkook takes the bales of straw to the back.

Jimin does so, the man seeming to be in a bad mood when he calls the younger from the kitchen once he's done.

Jimin follows him through the back door and down the creaky stairs of the porch. Jungkook holds a pitchfork and they walk and walk until finally they're at the barn.

"As a Major," Jungkook starts, leaning against the rake and his gaze intent. "I'll admit I felt inclined to offer my home to a fellow soldier — nonetheless," his gaze sharpens along with his jaw. "It's not due to pity. If anything I want to see growth, see that you're capable of taking care of yourself and working like a normal man."

Something must seem off on Jimin's face because Jungkook raises a brow.

"In other words," he steps closer, Jimin staring up at him steadily. "I don't want to have to pick up your weight Park therefore, everyday you'll help out. I'll pay you for your work of course but it'll be hard earned pay. Do you understand that private," he leans in, their noses nearly touching as he seethes. "hard earned."

Jimin doesn't respond and Jungkook pulls away, his eyes wild and glaring as he offers Jimin the pitchfork.

"Now get to work."

Jimin's miserable.

He assumed being in shape would help him with such physical exertion but ultimately he's just not use to farm work.

The first day is probably the hardest, he spends most of it mucking the barn and gagging at the horrid smells of some of the animal's waste.

At one point, the smell is so strong it reminds Jimin of the tunnels and how vile the scent of their own waste and whatever else had been rotting underneath the soil had smelled. He ends up vomiting his entire breakfast, Jungkook cursing from where he's laying down fresh straw.

"Yah!" He exclaims at the pigs rushing to eat. "Go away!"

Jimin's so embarrassed by how weak his stomach is even after all the time he spent underground. He barely notices the man offering him a water skin, his hands busy trying to continue his work.

"Go on," Jungkooks hand finds his on the pitchfork and Jimin swallows tightly at the warmth of his large, calloused palm. "that's enough for today. It's getting late out anyway."

Jungkook doesn't look at him when he speaks and Jimin can feel his bottom lip waver in shame.

He finds himself arguing although he feels like shit and smells even worse. "I'm fine."

Jungkook’s  eyes snap to him instantly, they're dark and scowling as they take take in his flushed face and sloven appearance. "You're not."

Jimin breathes shakily through his nose, one hand running through his hair as he tries to pull the tool back. Jungkook steps close to him then, his eyebrow raising and aura suddenly intimidating as he tightens his hand around Jimin's own.

"Are you trynna pick a fight with me private?" He asks, his chest suddenly pressed against Jimin's own. The shorter turns his head away, the older man's voice sardonic and mocking. "When you can't even hold your own stomach?"

Jimin feels his face clenching tightly, the smell of the man's own sweat and hard work almost taunting him at this point.

Jungkook's voice is almost alarming when he leans in closer to whisper, his breath against Jimin's ear. "If I were you, I'd call it a day."

He pushes Jimin then and the younger stumbles back yet luckily doesn't fall. He looks up at the major's face and is met with the most detesting expression Jimin's ever seen in life. It makes him swallow back any objections he has and turn away.

He kicks rocks on his way back to the house, absolutely sure that Jungkook will think of him as useless and disrespectful now. Jimin can't be too sure that he cares. In fact, he hates when others assume he's not cut out for something and he proves them right.

It happened throughout his military training and then out on the field. He'd been ridiculed and made fun of the whole time, his gun or knife not stained with the blood of an enemy until they moved first.

They teased him for only killing when it was self defense and often told him that it would be the cause of his downfall.

Jimin often wonders how he's still here and they're gone if that was the case?

Even then, he doesn't think he deserves to be here more than they did.

Once inside he immediately heads upstairs to the bathroom. He brushes his tongue and teeth until his gums bleed and starts a bath.

He scrubs the muck and dirt off of his skin aggressively and sinks into the water. He's not sure how long he soaks for but by the time he exits the bath and heads to the bedroom Jungkook's already made the bed and placed pajamas down for him.

Despite the clean sheets and ache running through his body, sleep doesn't come easy like yesterday night.

Nonetheless, when Jungkook comes to fetch him for dinner he's sure to be turned the other way, his eyes shut and chest moving slowly.

The next day Jungkook enters the room to find him already up, the sun barely beginning to rise.

He looks disheveled with sleep and wears the same clothes as yesterday. Jimin wonders if the man just has poor hygiene or if he hadn't wanted to "disturb" Jimin last night by coming in to grab a change of clothes.

Regardless of the answer, he grabs a change now — or so Jimin thinks — the man tossing the clothes on the bed for him instead.

"We have an early morning," he says plainly and the dark circles under his eyes scream of a hang over as he holds his unbelted pants. "Put these on and meet me outside after breakfast."

So poor hygiene it is, Jimin thinks, or maybe the man just thinks it's useless to shower if he's only to end up working on the ranch again.

Jimin doesn't know and he tells himself that he really shouldn't care as he watches the man stagger out. He sighs, pulling the sheets back and getting started for the day.

Breakfast is ginger tea, crackers, and apple slices. Jimin watches carefully as Jungkook places down a tray in front of him heedlessly before making his way out.

Jimin frowns, not really in the mood to eat but ultimately starving after puking up his entire stomach lining. He slowly begins to eat, halfway through his meal only does he realize that the items of his breakfast are to help with the nausea.

Jimin feels his chest flutter as he stares down at the tray hard.

Suddenly, he's no longer in the mood to eat.

Today is easier but not easy. Jungkook has him mucking out the horse stalls this time. Luckily, the smell of horse shit isn't as bad as pig and cow so it's less... revolting. Nonetheless, it still fucking sucks.

Jimin's breaking a sweat sweeping and shoveling the last of the muck in the wheelbarrow when Jungkook returns.

He hands Jimin a water skin and takes in his sweaty appearance as he rehydrates. The younger has soaked through his borrowed wife beater by now and the jeans Jungkook has allowed him to borrow are disgusting, way too big, and hanging off his boxer clad hips.

The older man's eyes are steady and unreadable as they openly trail down Jimin's body before suddenly snapping to his eyes.

Jimin can feel the heat rush up his neck as he stares back, neither of them blinking until finally Jungkook looks away.

He takes in Jimin's work and grunts.

"Not bad," he starts and Jimin knows there must be a "but" there always is when it comes to him. He's not surprised when Jungkook continues. "but, you're slow. It usually takes me an hour at most to finish this whole stable," his gaze falls back to Jimin, sharp and unimpressed. "It took you five."

Jimin swallows hard, his hands clenching the broom stick and water skin tightly.

"Nonetheless," Jungkook says pointedly, walking towards the stalls and checking for any errors. "you didn't throw up so I guess you've made a bit of progress. Tomorrow though, I want to see you do it faster."

Jimin nods and Jungkook motions for him to come along.

They spend the next four hours tending to the livestock. The first hour is spent refilling the iron feed bunks with a mix of corn, oats, barley and soy. He gets trampled by a few sheep and Jungkook decides then that it's the perfect time to shave their coats.

It's not a fun process, him holding the very large and aggressive sheep whilst Jungkook washes and shaves. He even gets butted in the jaw a few times and he think then that maybe it won't get easy — maybe he's just not cut out for the farm life.

It ends two hours later, Jungkook's ten or so sheep now happy and light as they huddle up to eat under Rwun's watchful eyes.

The last hour is spent getting wet refilling the livestock troughs with the water hose. Jimin wonders on multiple occasions as he helps Jungkook dump and carry the larger bins how long it would have taken him to fill each one by himself.

Once done Jimin's nearly on the verge of passing out, his hands on his hips and breathing heavily as Jungkook speaks unaffectedly.

"Let's go Private," Jungkook says, already making his way up the porch. "We should wash up before we head out."

Jimin follows but pays no serious mind to what the man says. He watches briefly, once inside, as Jungkook calls Rwun and grabs what looks like dog food. The dog hops up from the couch and brushes past Jimin excitedly as the man heads upstairs.

He's already naked, one hand holding the shower hose and the other going to turn the water on when the bathroom door is opened. Jimin would have jumped out of his body if it wasn't for his military training.

Instead, he stares wide eyed and still as Jungkook closes the door and begins undressing with ease.

Jimin swallows tightly and attempts to ignore the man by turning on the water and rinsing his hair and body.

He keeps his eyes closed as the warm water relaxes his skin. He startles only when Jungkook brushes past him to put his clothes in the hamper.

Jimin sucks in a breath as he takes in the older man's dark nipples and abs, and then the fine line of hair leading down to his nicely groomed pubic hair and well endowed, circumcised cock.

When he looks up through wet lashes Jungkook's already staring at him, his gaze dark and shoulder's poised.

Jimin looks away instantly, the man grabbing some soap and offering it to Jimin in exchange for the shower hose.

He starts to rinse himself then, Jungkook's strong arm above his head and the water falling down on him enticingly. Jimin can't help but to peek and watch once again as he lathers himself slowly.

He finds his eye trailing once more, down the muscular lines of Jungkook's abs and the v-line of his abdomen. He swallows tightly at that telltale feeling of arousal and tries to force himself to look away.

It works only for a moment before he's looking again, Jungkook's thighs thick and strapping and calves hairy in a way that pokes fun at Jimin's own.

When he looks up he nearly shits himself at the way Jungkook's gaze catches him again.

Jimin pales, his cock twitching and his balls suddenly heavy.

He hopes and prays that Jungkook won't notice but it's as if fate is against him because that's the first thing Jungkook's eyes drop to.

He raises a brow and snorts but luckily doesn't react otherwise. Instead, he just offers the shower hose once more in exchange for the soap.

Jimin keeps his head down as he rinses and he's not sure if it much help because suddenly he's getting an eyeful of Jungkook's own rousing cock.

His eyes widen slightly and he slowly looks back up to take in Jungkook's gaze once more. It's darker than before and his jaw is tight as he waits for Jimin to hand off the hose.

The younger does so, his hands finding a towel to dry himself off thoroughly as Jungkook continues washing.

Once done, Jimin keeps his gaze down and leaves first.

He moisturizes with his newly purchased lotion and deodorizes after. He decides on some wide leg plaid trousers and a dark hemmed shortsleeved shirt that accentuates his muscles well. He's tucking the shirt in when Jungkook walks in the room stark naked and relaxed as he searches through his wardrobe.

They don't speak and Jimin doesn't allow his eyes to linger as he begins to comb back his hair. He's pulling on his socks and moccasins when Jungkook begins to dress.

He wears a tan pair of trousers, his signature wife beater tucked in, and a pale blue shortsleeved flannel.

He's tying on his belt when Jimin goes to stand.

"Go ahead and start the truck private," Jungkook instructs and Jimin swallows tightly before nodding once and making his way out the room.

The ladies from the market live about a three minute drive away give or take from where they go to sale.

Their home is in a rural area much like Jungkook's own, with neighbors spaced so far apart that it leaves no room for nosiness. As Jungkook parks his truck someone is already on the porch to greet him, a young girl with the same dainty features and light eyes as Yoonah. Unlike the older, her hair is a light brown color and she seems to be about 16 or 17 years old.

As they walk up the porch he takes her in more. Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and she wears a solid yellow collared dress that passes her knees.

He notes that she's staring at him as well, her cheeks colored pink as she eyes him.

She waves then, shy and awkward and Jimin returns it all the same.

"Yah! Jungkook!" She starts gleefully as she holds the door open for them. "It's been so long! How have you been!"

The house is welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway filled with shoes. Upon the green floral wallpaper is the many photographs of a Caucasian man, Jee and their many children. They seem to be loved and cared for, their smiles in the photographs reflecting such.

Jungkook grunts and the girl only smiles wider, replying with a, "well that's good to hear!" before turning to Jimin.

"I'm Sooya," she says, Jungkook continuing to walk past her as she introduces. "I'm guessing you must be Jimin. My sister told me about my mom earlier, sorry about that," she says apologetically and sheepishly. "Sometimes she can be a bit brash."

Jimin shakes his head a little and she tilts hers. "Are you a mute like Jungkook?"

"Yah!" A lady coming down the stairs and holding a suckling baby reprimands her. She looks to be older than this girl and Yoonah but has the same dainty features and light eyes as well. Her hair is a sandy color and pulled back into a ponytail also. Unlike both her sisters, hers is short and she wears a red bow to match her striped red and white dress.

She fixes the cover over the baby before nudging her sister's forehead. "Don't mind her, she can be a bit forward."

The lady smiles suddenly and offers a hand. "I'm Hea."

Jimin takes the hand and bows his head slightly. "Park Jimin."

She smiles, her sister interrupting with a grin. "So he does speak."

"Sooya!"

The girl just laughs, two twin boys with brown mops of hair suddenly rushing past and exclaiming about the peaches Jungkook brought.

"Yah! Quit running!" Hea yells after them before smirking back at her sister. "And if anything, Jungkook's a selective speaker not a mute."

Sooya cackles before grabbing Jimin by his wrist and pulling him along. They make way through the homey and well decorated living room before ending up in the kitchen.

Jee exclaims happily upon seeing Jimin, her short stature coming over to hug him. "Jimin! Welcome to my home!" She has an apron tied around her torso and a spatula in her hand. The kitchen smells of hearty broths, baked bread, and seasonings. "I'm so happy you could make it!"

Yoonah, who helps her mother in the kitchen smiles softly, her hands needing dough. "Hello."

"Hi," he starts, taking in her loose silky hair and floral print midi dress. "nice seeing you two again."

He looks back at Jee and the lady's grin widens as she looks between Jimin and Sooya mischievously.

"I see you've met my daughter Sooya!"

Sooya flushes, stealing a piece of kimchi just as her mom goes to grab her.

"She's quite the looker isn't she!" She holds out her daughter to be examined and the girl groans. "She just turned 17!"

Jimin stares a bit uncomfortably, the girl a bit too young for his taste.

"Mom, not every man is a perv!" She wiggles out of the older lady's grip. "You might be surprised to find that some men like women their age!"

Jee huffs dramatically, waving her daughter off. "I was your age when I got married! It's normal! As long as the man treats you right, age doesn't matter!"

She winks at Jimin and he suddenly feels a bit ill, his gaze looking out the window to see Jungkook drinking a beer on the porch with a man.

"Jungkook is outside, do you want to join him?" Yoonah asks and she must have noticed him staring, her hands still in the dough and eyes soft.

Jimin shakes his head, not wanting to bother the man although his throat does itch for a drink.

As if Jee can read him she nudges Sooya. "Yah! Get Jiminie a drink!"

Jimin blushes at the nickname, Sooya rolling her eyes but heading to the fridge just as another person enters the kitchen.

It's a young man, his hair and eyes dark and features more sharp unlike the others. He wears trousers that have seen better days and a stained wife beater, his gaze finding Jimin's strange being immediately.

"Who's this?" He asks, voice deep and gaze observing.

"This is Jimin!" Sooya answers, handing Jimin a cup of green tea lemonade.

He takes a long sip as Jee goes to introduce the two. "Jimin! This is my nephew Taehyung! He's your age, 25! I think you two will get along well!" She grabs the tall man by his elbow as he rummages the fridge. "Taehyung, go ahead — show Jimin out back with the rest of the men!"

Taehyung nods, grabbing two beers before heading towards Jimin. He takes Jimin's lemonade in exchange for the beer and places the half drunk cup on the counter.

Sooya whines in annoyance, Taehyung smirking as he speaks. "Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you."

He holds his hand out and Jimin shakes it. "Park Jimin," he replies, the man starting for the back door.

"Just made it back then I reckon?"

Jimin nods before realizing the man can't see him. "Yeah."

"Hm, where'd they have ya?"

"Seoul. I was drafted. Army mole."

Taehyung hums, opening the door for him. "Same but Air Force," he greets the two men on the porch with a nod before looking over at Jimin again. "I kind of miss being in the air, the war — eh, not so much."

Jimin chuckles for the first time in months, Taehyung smiling brightly as they make their way towards Jungkook and a man he's yet to meet.

Jungkook's gaze finds him instantly, his eyes flying to Jimin's smiling mouth before landing on Taehyung.

"Jungkook, Seung," Taehyung greets properly, sipping his beer. "What are you lads up to?"

"Ah we're just grilling some pork belly and catching up!" The man, Seung, responds already seeming a little tipsy as he flips the smoking meat over.

He notices Jimin then and offers a curt bow and hand. "Seung, nice to meet you."

"Jimin," Jimin returns, trying to ignore Jungkook's impinging gaze drilling into the side of his face as he takes the man in.

Tall like Jungkook and Taehyung but meaty. His hair is buzzed and he has a five o'clock shadow.

"Ah so this is the lad!" The man starts after once overing Jimin. He looks at Jungkook as he speaks. "He's short but not as far off as you made it seem."

Jungkook snorts, Jimin having no idea what the man's talking about as he finally meets Jungkook's eyes.

"He should adjust in no time, give him some faith!"

Ah, Jimin thinks as he and Jungkook stare at one another. So the major's been bad mouthing him to this Seung man.

He wonders why? What about him is so piss poor? His work ethic? Is it really that bad? At least Jimin tries.

Maybe he just shouldn't then? Maybe he should just give up? He's not even supposed to be here after all...

He looks away at that thought, the beer in his hand soothing as it slides down his throat.

"You just get off?" Jimin hears Jungkook ask Taehyung and the man sighs.

"Yeah, wasn't too busy today."

"Great. I need you to look at something for me."

Jungkook shoulders past Jimin and Taehyung follows, leaving Jimin alone with Seung.

"So?" He starts, a small smile on his lips. "Where'd they have ya?"

Jimin sighs internally.

Dinner luckily doesn't take too long to get called, Jimin only having to sit through about an hour of uncomfortable conversation about the war and what it was like being underground for so long before Sooya's calling for them.

He feels a bit guilty seeing as Seung is a cool guy but he honestly hates talking about the war. It makes his skin crawl with vile memories and he's too close to dinner to lose his appetite.

Seung luckily finishes grilling the meat around the same time as well so Jimin helps him plate the portions before they make their way inside.

"Mm! Smells good oppa!" Sooya exclaims, setting down chopsticks for everyone on the traditional dining room table.

"Thanks Soo," The man smiles, placing down a plate on the side of the kimchi-jjigae pot.

Jimin follows, placing his own plate down on the other side as Sooya and Yoonah continue setting the table.

Their older sister, Hea, sits down a little girl who looks to be about two years old beside her before sighing.

She looks drained and tired, Seung leaning over to kiss her cheek as he sits down beside her.

"Go on Jimin, you can sit," Yoonah says kindly, Jee coming in with the last of the dishes.

Jimin listens, Sooya waving him over to sit besides her just as Taehyung and Jungkook make their way back in.

The lanky man seems to be ranting about something related to engines that Jimin can't quite pick up when he looks between Sooya and Jimin.

He takes in Jimin's 'help me' expression and seems to understand as he sits beside Sooya, his palm meeting her cute face.

She whines at her cousin, cheeks red as Jimin sighs and sits besides Taehyung. Jee and Yoonah sit on the end seat and Jungkook annoyingly sits across from him. The two twins boys sit beside each other on the other end.

"Okay, let's say a prayer before our meal," Yee starts and everyone grabs each other's hands.

Jimin stares hard at the way Yoonah's dainty hand looks in Jungkook's large palm. His own hands aren't too far from her size wise but they're not as soft looking and pretty. He looks away in regret at his thoughts, his gaze accidentally meeting Jungkook's own.

The man stares in that blank, scrutinizing way as always and Jimin stares back, everyone else's eyes around them closed as Jee says a prayer.

Once done, Jimin looks away, the woman smiling brightly as she tells them to dig in.

"Yah Jimin-ah! I'll make you a plate!" Jee exclaim happily and Jimin smile softly, the woman suddenly snapping sharp eyes on her timid daughter beside her.

She swats her as Jungkook goes to fill his own dish. "Be polite and make Jungkook a plate! Show him how good of a wife you'd make!"

Taehyung and Sooya snort beside Jimin and Yoonah whines.

"Mom!" She complains in embarrassment, her pale face going red.

Nonetheless, she takes Jungkook's bowl from him and starts to fill it with a hearty serving of kimchi-jjigae before offering it to him.

Jungkook thanks her with a small smile before his gaze snaps back to Jimin.

Jimin looks away instantly, his eyes falling on Jee who's placing down a serving that's a little too big in front of him.

"There you are Jimin-ah," she says sweetly, "eat well, yes."

Jimin just smiles, thanking her softly as he reaches for a spoon.

"Mm," Taehyung groans what Jimin's thinking as he takes a sip of the broth. "Auntie you never fail."

"Thank you my sweet nephew. Although, I want to know what my guests think," She grins expectantly, adding a small bowl of rice next to Jimin along with a plate of meat.

Jimin swallows, his eyes wide as he speaks. "It's great."

She laughs, Jungkook snorting as he adds his own bowl of rice to his soup. "We don't need to tell you what you already know."

The whole table laughs and Jee grins shamelessly, finally beginning to eat. "If anyone is to humble me it'll be you, isn't that right Jungkook?"

Jungkook just hums and she leans over to pat his cheek in endearment, her daughter smiling softly beside her as she offers Jungkook some Soju.

The man gladly takes it, his gaze striking as he watches her pour it before nodding once. She flushes and looks over at Jimin then, her gaze oblivious.

She holds up the bottle and he shakes his head politely, Taehyung on the other hand holding out his cup without even looking at her.

She rolls her eyes but pours him a cup before passing it off to her brother in law.

"I want some too," Sooya says through a mouthful of rice.

"Us too!" The twins echo in usion and Jimin stares at them momentarily, shocked by how similar they look.

Hea recoils. "Definitely not, you can barely finish the food in your mouth, you think you can handle a drink?" She turns to her brothers then and simply glares, the two whining and sulking dramatically as they claim how unfair it is.

Sooya rolls her eyes but flushes, Taehyung snickering in amusement as he stuffs his own face.

"I've had a drink before!"

"Yeah and you puked the same night," Taehyung reminds her, the younger punching his shoulder in annoyance.

Jimin doesn't realize he's smiling until he meets Jungkook's gaze again. It drops immediately and he looks down.

After dinner, they sit at the table talking and drinking until it's the younger kid's bed time. They complain and huff but obediently go upstairs once Jee says something about peach pie.

Hea takes the little one upstairs for bed as well before returning with more alcohol.

The adults (and soon to be adult) then drunkenly play a dice game together for a few hours in teams of two: Seung and Hea, Jee and Jimin, Jungkook and Yoonah, and Taehyung and Sooya. Jee and Seung go head to head for the most part of the first round until Jungkook surprisingly takes the win.

They claim it always happens, call Jungkook the undercover thief.

The second round Taehyung and Sooya win, the duo cheering happily and Taehyung promising her candy as he shakes her shoulders in delight.

"He's obviously never won before," Sooya complains dryly once she gains her composure, everyone laughing.

The last round Jimin finds himself redeeming Jee's loss, the group almost surprised by the moves he takes in order to get a win and asking him how'd he learn.

Jimin finds himself smiling shyly as he explains how they'd play during his military training. He tells them how his team would always bet everyone's snacks and always lose. Jimin became tired of losing his sugar candy or honey cookies so he taught himself how to play.

Everyone laughs and even Jungkook is smiling — or more so smirking, his lips tilt up on the side as he stares down at his drink.

Jee eventually calls it a night and leaves Sooya, Hea and Yoonah to clean. She reminds them to pack Jungkook and Jimin lots of left overs to take.

"Let's take this party to the living room. I bet your asses I'll win at go stop," Seung bets them.

Jungkook snorts and Taehyung whistles, grabbing a pack of beers. "Sure hyung."

Apparently, Seung doesn't seem to be lying. He's very skilled and tactile at this card game and he wins so much that Taehyung whines and starts calling bluff.

"Okay I'm done playing," Taehyung sighs, his cheeks flushed from alcohol as he leans back on his palms. "We're just boosting your ego now."

Seung raises raises his hands innocently before slurring towards Jimin. "So Jiminie boy," apparently that's his new nickname, Jiminie, or Jimin-ah. Jimin doesn't complain even though it reminds him of his parents and kind of hurts. "What do you think about little Sooya?"

Jimin freezes, everyone, even Jungkook who's eyes are low and body relaxed, looking over at him.

He sits uncomfortably as he questions back. "What do you mean?"

Seung's eyebrows furrow in disbelief as he elaborates, the fire besides him warm and crackling. "Well are you interested?"

Jimin blinks, not even feigning contemplation before speaking. "No."

Taehyung bursts out laughing, his head thrown back and tears welling up in his eyes. "Yah! He didn't even hesitate."

Jungkook who sits across from Jimin smirks, his eyes staring down at the table as the men around converse.

"But why! My little sis-in-law is cute! A little unscrewed here and there but she's a good, funny girl!"

"She's young," Jimin offers and she is. Way too young for him that is.

Nevertheless, he would admit that she is a pretty and funny girl. Hopefully someone will love her when she's truly ready because Jimin could tell that she's not.

Jungkook snorts like he knows that's not the whole truth and Jimin frowns, not meeting the man's sly gaze.

"She'll be an adult soon though!" Taehyung smiles but Jimin just shakes his head, no longer wanting to talk about the girl.

"Ah so you want an older gal?" Seung hums, as if he understands. "Someone with experience?"

"Not necessarily older," Jimin shrugs. "Just not as young."

"But someone with experience nonetheless," Seung wiggles his brows suggestively and Jimin forces down a smile.

"Something like that."

Taehyung grins mischievously, before leaning in to whisper loudly. "Luckily for you, I know a place where they'll suck your cock from the back and make you cum in ten seconds."

Seung howls, Jungkook shaking his head in amusement as Taehyung cheeses brightly.

Jimin flushes hard, not knowing what to say.

Of course, it's almost obvious that what Taehyung speaks of is a brothel. And of course, Jimin's been during the war just like most men.

Not by his own free will no, but Jimin was soft and a virgin when it came to woman. His squad often complained that he needed a little toughening up, for his gaze and lust was more attuned to men rather than women.

Being in the military he learned quickly that this was unacceptable. The price to pay for indulging in such abominations not very pleasant.

Therefore, upon the first brothel they made it to he was pressured to fuck this young girl with knowing eyes.

He couldn't get it up of course, yet instead of outing him for it, she just smiled softly and told him it would be okay.

Naturally, Jimin learned, that in times of desperation men engaging with one another was perfectly fine. A helpful hand was ideal or, in Jimin's case, a warm hole to offer his squad when they needed burying in order to decompress.

He hadn't been the one to offer of course (as much as he'd wanted to). Him simply being the smallest and most "curvaceous" out of his squad at the time deemed him as the most suitable.

The first time with them had been rough and painful. The hands on his hips too tight and the men eager to finish quickly due to shame.

Jimin bit back tears as he took all 5 of them one by one without any prepping or proper lubricant. The last man, Hyo, taking him slow and gentle compared to his peers and not finishing until he was sure Jimin had spilled.

As time went on he continued to do so, never once hurting Jimin even when he became use to the roughness.

Unlike the others, Hyo's gaze tended to linger more on Jimin, often times catching him when his eyes strayed too long on the other men.

Instead of warning Jimin of the fate of most men who shared the same unnatural thoughts and cravings as him, he'd find Jimin in the back of the tunnel and take him again and again until all Jimin could think of was his heavy hands and deep voice as he sobbed in pleasure.

As time went by his sobs turned into love filled pleas and Hyo's stares turned into broken promises. Jimin didn't blame him for fucking the first whore he'd seen once the rumors of them being too close began or even for pushing Jimin away right before his death.

He knew they'd never last nonetheless, he still longs for the man and misses him dearly.

He's not sure a brothel whore would fill that ache. There's just something about a hard body and warm strong arms that seems more comforting to him than soft curves and a big bust.

"What do you say Jimin?" Taehyung questions, his eyes sparkling as he leans in a bit too close for Jimin's liking.

"Um..." he starts with warming ears. "I don't know. I can't really afford any diseases right now."

Seung bursts out laughing while Taehyung rolls his eyes.

"Yah!" Seung exclaims. "This kid is hilarious!"

"It's an honorable business seriously!" Taehyung insists. "A very clean place!"

"Right..." Jungkook drawls before beginning to stand. "Unfortunately, Jimin and I have a lot of work to get done in preparation for the holidays so we'll have to pass."

Taehyung pouts, falling onto his side and curling up as he grumbles. Seung just laughs, egging him on for another game.

Yoonah comes out with the left overs just in time, Jungkook staggering towards the door.

"Ah, Jungkook oppa!" She calls and he halts before turning to her.

She smiles shyly, handing off the containers and wrapped bread to him.

"Thank you," he says softly before leaning in to whisper something to her. She blushes deeply at whatever he says before bowing and running off.

Jungkook smirks to himself before finding Jimin's eyes. He raises the leftovers and Jimin rushes to take them from the man so he can fetch his keys.

Truthfully, Jimin doesn't think he's sober enough to drive but he's absolutely sure that Jungkook wouldn't allow him to drive his truck so he says nothing.

"Bye guys," Jimin calls and Seung and Taehyung both wave.

"Drive safe!"

"See you Jimin! Jungkook!"

The drive back to Jungkook's place is quiet aside from the soft tunes playing from his old radio. He's surprisingly steady despite his drunken state and even seems to be more careful now as if he knows Jimin is nervous.

Once home, he parks the car and turns it off, the engine sounding way smoother after Taehyung had checked it.

Jungkook slams the car door and sways towards the house. He doesn't bother holding the door open for Jimin and the younger would feel as if he were rude if it weren't for his drunken state.

As he's toeing off his shoes he notes the kitchen light on and Jungkook teetering out with a beer. Rwun is yipping at his feet, ecstatic by his return.

Jungkook pays him no mind and doesn't even look Jimin's way either as he places the leftovers in the fridge.

That's why he nearly jumps when the man starts to speak, his body on the side of the island and inches away from Jimin's own.

"After a tour as long as your last it's usually rare that an ordinary man would decline a nice wife or fuck? What's your excuse private?"

Jungkook takes a long sip from his beer as he waits for an answer, his gaze hazy from the alcohol but dark all the same.

It makes Jimin's blood warm and his heart race. He speaks quietly, "She's too young—"

"No one said you'd have to fuck her," Jungkook says and Jimin's so annoyed that he makes such a point even drunk that he doesn't respond. "At least not right away," Jungkook adds, his eyes twinging with amusement.

Jimin spits. "Not my taste Major."

Jungkook's eyes narrow and he steps even closer, the beer bottle nearly empty as he holds it dangerously low.

"And what is your taste private? Clearly not the whore house either apparently."

Jimin stands uncomfortably as he responds, his gaze finding the floor. "I should be saving my money for better things."

"What's better than a nice fuck huh?" Jungkook asks and suddenly he's so close Jimin could smell the alcohol on him. "Is it getting fucked private?" His warm breath against Jimin's cheek. "That's what interests you?"

Jimin tries to walk around the man, completely done with the conversation but the older grabs him by the arm and pushes him back against the counter.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He growls and Jimin hates the way his stomach twists in arousal.

He seethes. "Let me go major, you're drunk."

Jimin could have easily broken out of his hold but he stays willingly, tells himself that it's because he doesn't want to lose his housing and not because of the craving inside of him that is content at finally being touched by another man.

Jungkook leans in to whisper. "I am. I am drunk aren't I?"

"Major," Jimin gasps when the man presses close, their bodies completely aligned so that Jimin could feel the heavy press of his cock against his own.

"Why don't you be a good little private and suck me off then hm?"

Jimin freezes, his eyes widening as he stares up at the man.

It's like Jungkook is a whole different person now, his gaze lazy and expression coy as he waits for Jimin to move.

The younger does, wanting this more than he'll ever admit as he begins to sink to his knees without any objection.

He unsheathes the man in record time, his cock slinging out hefty and large and looking so, so delectable. Jimin nearly shivers in pleasure at the first feel of its weight in his hand while Jungkook barely responds to his touch.

He sips languidly and watches Jimin from above with those big dark eyes as the shorter wraps his hand around the base and strokes.

Jimin knows that he likes it based on his hardening response, other than that the man makes no noise at all.

Jimin leads the pink tip of his cock to his mouth when he's completely hard, his precum leaking slit touching Jimin's tongue.

Jimin can feel him go rigid as he wraps his thick lips around the head and sucks. In response, Jungkook begins to breathe heavier,  Jimin looking up once more to see one of his hands have found the edge of the counter while the other holds his beer bottle tightly.

Jimin hums around the familiar taste and takes the man in further, his hands fetching out his own cock.

Jungkook's member jumps in his mouth at the sound and he staggers forward, pressing deep.

Jimin gags a little but just opens up his throat and breathes through his nose. He wonders, as he looks up at the man with drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth, how he looks with his mouth full of cock?

Pathetic?

Less of a man?

Maybe he looks attractive? Based on Jungkook's blissed out expression as he stares down at Jimin and the way he strokes his own cock, the younger can't be quite sure that the man doesn't totally dislikes being pleased by another man himself.

Jimin swallows around him at the thought of Jungkook and his secret passion for other men. It earns him the first sound of the night from Jungkook, the man groaning lowly.

Jimin nearly keens, thinking about how before the war, this had been one of his favorite things to do.

During the war, he'd never put a fellow soldiers filthy cock near his mouth no matter how much they begged him.

He had enough self respect then, therefore he's surprised now that's he's on his knees for someone like Jungkook.

As Jimin releases his throat from around Jungkook he's caught off guard by the sudden feeling of hot cum shooting deep. He chokes on it, Jungkook's cock twitching with his release and body shivering.

Jimin swallows it all up with wet eyes and just stares at Jungkook's spent cock dangling in front of him once the older pulls out.

He blinks in shock before looking up at the man.

Jungkook doesn't even regard him as he puts himself back in his pants. He drinks the rest of his beer and stumbles out of the kitchen.

Jimin's not sure how long he stays there with his hand wrapped around his now flaccid cock but once he's up his legs are weak.

He places himself back in his briefs and walks out of the kitchen to find Jungkook's on his recliner snoring and passed out, the beer bottle between his legs.

Jimin sighs at the drunk of a man before making his way upstairs.

When Jimin wakes up the clock in the room indicates that it's past 10 a.m. He had been kept up by his thoughts the night before and hadn't gone to sleep until late.

Now that he's overslept he regrets it, wondering why Jungkook hadn't came and got him up as he stands quickly before halting.

He flushes as he remembers last night and what he did and why Jungkook probably hadn't came and got him.

"Fuck," Jimin curses as he dresses himself in wife beater and jeans before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

As he heads downstairs he's hit with the smell of fried ham and porridge. He runs a hand through his hair and thinks before he gets to the kitchen that maybe this is a bad idea? Maybe he should turn around and hide in the room all day.

No, that would only be suspicious he tells himself before finally entering the kitchen.

He holds his breath as he looks at Jungkook. The man is teetering around and only glances at him briefly before continuing what he's doing.

He makes no indignation that he remembers last night at all as Jimin sits at the island and sighs internally.

Regardless, his eyes immediately zoom in on where he had been last night, the counter Jungkook had clenched now messily filled with broken eggs shells and a bag of dry oats.

Jimin nearly jumps when Jungkook places down a hot plate in front of him before going to clean up his mess.

Jimin tries not to look at him and instead takes in his food unsurely.

Everything looks fine and his stomach actually growls in hunger yet he makes no move to eat. He wonders intrusively, as his gaze finds Jungkook who's already watching him with a raised brow, would the other poison him?

And as if the major could read his mind he scoffs, shaking his wet hands before approaching Jimin and snatching his spoon. He eats a spoonful of porridge and takes a bite of ham perfectly fine.

Jimin sulks in shame, not looking at the man as he glares before leaving and slamming the door on his way out.

Jimin will admit, maybe he fucked up for thinking that Jungkook would do something like that? But could you blame him? He doesn't know the man, he doesn't know what he's capable of?

If anything, Jungkook could be a mass murderer and he wouldn't even know.

What he does know though is that Jungkook is highly upset. He has been since breakfast and he's obviously taking it out on Jimin by having him pull potatoes and onions from the ground.

It's a tedious and tiring process and Jimin knows Jungkook made him do it simply to get back at him because he's mad. It's not right but he won't complain although he wonders briefly if this is what Jungkook had meant when he said don't thank him so soon. Jimin thinks bitterly, under the ruthless sun, that he wouldn't want to leave by next week but rather today.

Unfortunately for him, he has nowhere to go.

With a sigh, Jimin's gaze finds Jungkook. He notes that the man is still in his nice clothes from yesterday and doesn't seem to care that he's ruining them as he feeds the wild hogs.

It's about that time that the males get thickened up to be slaughtered and sold and Jimin prays Jungkook won't ask him to help with the process.

As if the world is constantly against him, Jungkook calls him over to do something even worse.

He goes obediently, dusting off his grime hands and wiping the sweat off his temple with his wrist as he walks across the ranch towards the barn.

Jungkooks already waking inside and once Jimin makes it there too he notes the man going to grab an axe.

"There's a runt here and the mother is rejecting it," Jungkook explains to him as Jimin takes in the sight of a fat female hog nosing away the smallest pig trying to feed with its siblings.

Something in Jimin melts at the sight and he frowns, looking over at Jungkook suspiciously as the man grabs the pig by its nape.

"So you want to kill it?" He asks, not able to keep the annoyance out of his tone.

Jungkook's gaze snaps to him and he glowers, offering the axe. "No I want you to kill it. There's no use in keeping it if the mother doesn't want it."

Jimin's frown deepens and he crosses his arms, looking away from the man. "I'm not killing it. It's just a baby."

Jungkook scoffs, approaching Jimin with the axe and squealing piglet. "I don't care what it is."

"Well I do."

"And what's that supposed to mean? Are you defying an order private?" He asks, chest nearly bumping Jimin's own.

Jimin fixes his gaze back on the man's and stares hard and defiantly. "I am."

Jungkook's eyes seem to darken as he returns the hateful glare. He speaks lowly. "I don't remember giving you the option to do that. I'm guessing you must have forgotten that you work and live under me and my rules."

Jimin swallows tightly at that, the man continuing with a tilt of his head.

"Or would you rather spend the rest of your days in an inn, getting offered petty coin for shit jobs until you run out of your own and have no where else to go."

Jimin can feel the heat rush to his face and the way his body shakes in anger as he takes in the man's words.

"Right. I'm sure that you wouldn't," he leans in close to say the last bit, his breath warm against Jimin's cheek and words venomous. "So do me a favor and be the good little private that I know you are and listen to what I say. Yeah?"

Jimin bites the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming or maybe even crying as he grabs the axe from the man.

Jungkook places the pig on a tree stump then and stares expectantly, Jimin trying to stay calm as he lifts the axe.

He gets ready to slam it down when he makes eye contact with the baby pig then. It looks terrified, the small pink thing screaming and wiggling in Jungkook's tight hold.

"I can't—" he breaks, tears welling up in his eyes. "I can't major—"

Jungkook nearly roars and there's a deeper anger to his eyes, one that Jimin knows well. It wields both shame and remorse yet is drowned out easily by his own pride. "You will!"

"Why are you making me do this!" Jimin cries, the axe shaky in his hands.

"If you don't hurry up private I'll make you do a lot more than kill a fucking pig!" Jungkook explodes and Jimin finally slams down the axe.

He sobs, the baby pig's blood splattering all over as he tosses the axe and doesn't take in the after math.

He can feel nothing as he sinks to the barn ground and grips his hair hard, Jungkook leaving with both halves of the dripping pig.

He hears the other animals in the barn fussing and stressed by the sound of his own wailing yet he can't stop — everything just feels a bit too much.

He notes that he hasn't cried like this since he found out his parents died and his home was destroyed. It's hurts, his chest tight and lungs full as he tries to breathe.

He's not sure how long he sits there sobbing for but by the times he's calmed down the sun is lower in the sky and Jungkook still hasn't returned.

He makes the walk back to the house slowly, Jungkook nowhere to be seen outside nor when he enters the home.

He's surprised at the way Rwun rushes up behind him, as if he can sense the distress running off Jimin's body.

The dog nuzzles up against him and even whines when Jimin hesitates petting him. He tries to nudge Jimin towards the couch but the smaller shakes his head and makes his way upstairs to the bathroom.

He doesn't look at himself in the mirror, for he doesn't want to see the sad excuse of a man staring back at him or the baby pigs blood that he knows stains his skin.

Jimin ends up going to bed early and waking up later in the evening due to a nightmare. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and is met with the sight of something on the end of the bed.

He blinks in confusion at the box and nearly jumps in fear at the thought of what it could be.

Would Jungkook do something as sick as putting the baby pigs body in a box for him?

No... he couldn't have. Plus, Jimin doesn't smell any blood either.

He gets out of the bed slowly and grabs the box with gentle hands in the moonlight. Whatever it is, it's not very heavy he thinks as he opens the lid.

He nearly gasps, his eyes widening as he's met with those two toned derby shoes he'd seen at the market.

He blinks in confusion before noting a small envelope besides the shoes. He picks it up and opens it, his eyes scanning the few dollars staring back at him.

He knows why Jungkook paid him but he isn't sure what the shoes are for. He thinks maybe he should ask but once he gets downstairs Jungkook is nowhere to be found.

Jimin chews his bottom lip warily as he takes in the leftovers kept out on the island for him. He goes and touches the container to find it warm as if Jungkook was just here.

He smiles softly, knowing the man is alright before digging in.

The next day it seems as if Jungkook is back to his usual cranky, sarcastic, drunk self. He doesn't bring up what happened and neither does Jimin. He only says a small 'thank you' when the man starts out after breakfast. And as if Jungkook knows he isn't talking about the food, he nods once.

Nonetheless, days pass and he shows no signs of wanting Jimin in that way again until about a week later.

The smaller is walking by after dinner when Rwun whines for him, his owner sitting on his recliner nursing a beer with soft music playing and the pregnant lady's picture next to him.

Jimin makes his way over to the dog and smiles gently when he meets him halfway and eager. He pets him for a bit, offering the dog endearments, until he's happily returning to his spot on the couch.

Jimin's chest warms at the sight and as he goes to leave, Jungkook grabs him by the wrist.

He freezes, looking down at the man's large hand wrapped around him with wide eyes.

He's been drinking sure but Jimin knows he's not as drunk as before when the older pulls him around.

He goes willingly of course, just like before and Jungkook doesn't have to speak for him to know what he wants.

He sinks to his knees without being told and begins to unbuckle the man's pants. He  gazes up to take in Jungkook's expression only to find that the man stares down at the picture of him and the pregnant lady.

Jimin feels his chest stutter as he takes in the man's blank expression and the way he slowly sips his beer as he waits for Jimin to start.

Jimin does so reluctantly until his mouth is finally on the man again. He can't help but to become eager then, taking his half hard cock into his mouth deeply.

Jungkook exhales heavily, his hands still holding the picture and blocking Jimin from his view as the smaller begins to bob his head.

Jimin thinks that he would feel insulted if it weren't for the amount of pleasure he feels just by satisfying the man.

Thus, he disregards Jungkook and his reverie and bobs harder, drool and precum messily dripping down his chin as he grips the man's thick thighs.

He's not sure how long he sucks for but it's definitely longer than the first time — Jungkook having been wasted and spilling easy then.

This time though, it goes on for longer than a few minutes before he tenses up and finally climaxes.

Jimin hums, swallowing it all once again and pulling off of Jungkook's cock with a wet pop.

Jungkook places his picture down and stands up abruptly then, nearly knocking into Jimin as he makes his way upstairs.

Jimin sits there, jaw aching and his own cock straining in his pants as he looks at the pregnant lady's face and then the empty seat in front of him.

He stands shakily before hesitantly making his way upstairs too.

Upon passing the bathroom he halts, the sound of glass breaking and sniffling easily heard.

Jimin finds himself opening the door before he can stop himself and his eyes widen at the sight of a crying Jungkook and the broken mirror staring back at him.

"Hey," he starts, unsure as he approaches the older man, "it's alright, it's going to be okay."

"It's not," Jungkook snaps, looking at him with bloodshot eyes and a tearful face.

Jimin sighs quietly, taking in his bloody, ruined knuckle on one hand that grips the sink and his other hand that holds his half drunken beer.

"Come on," Jimin says and he's surprised that Jungkook allows him to move him towards the edge of the bathtub.

He grabs some tweezers then and carefully grabs the taller's hand, a little wary that the man might change his mind and attack him.

He doesn't, luckily, as Jimin starts to slowly pull out pieces of glass.

He doesn't say anything and Jungkook doesn't either, the older instead just sipping at his drink as Jimin tends to his wound.

Once cleaned and wrapped, Jungkook's nearly asleep as Jimin basically pulls him towards the bedroom. He's falls into the bed easily, Jimin not bothering with undressing him as he wraps the covers over the man.

He heads downstairs then and falls asleep in front of the fire besides Rwun.

The next morning Jimin wakes up aching and tired nonetheless he forces himself up to start breakfast.

He's never made breakfast here and somehow feels as if he's intruding even though Jungkook always tells him he can use whatever.

He decides on simple toast, eggs, and bacon — Jungkook staggering a bit wildly into the kitchen with his pants sagging and flannel messy as he blinks in confusion.

Jimin doesn't offer him an answer and instead watches as the man immediately heads towards the coffee machine.

He doesn't really eat breakfast normally Jimin notes — nevertheless, he offers him a plate anyways.

Surprisingly, Jungkook takes it. His gaze eyeing the plate and slightly burnt meat slowly.

He snorts and Jimin smiles a bit, the mood lightening that easy.

Things somehow seem to get easier after both of their little breakdowns. The ranch and farm work is still hard of course but Jimin's adjusting to that too.

Jungkook continues sleeping in his chair so Jimin returns back to the room.

The picture of his, now for certain, wife lays flat and doesn't get moved.

They're selling product at the market when Taehyung and Sooya approach them. Jimin hasn't seen them since the dinner, Jungkook having a habit of heading off to the market without him.

This time, he apparently needed Jimin's help with all the product he's selling for the holiday. Jimin didn't complain, he's been wanting to get out of the house for weeks now.

"Yah! Look at who it is!" Taehyung exclaims, pulling him into a hug. "We haven't seen you since the first time!"

Jimin slowly hugs him back, chucking a bit when the taller man pulls away only to pat his cheek.

"Yes," Jimin says, taking him and Sooya in from where he stands beside Jungkook's truck. "How are you two?"

The lanky man wears a white unbuttoned top and brown overalls. His hair is messy underneath a plaid flat cap.

Sooya wears white stockings, a black and white plaid dress and black head band with a bow. Her hair is let down and curled and her flats are clean.

She's clearly dressed for the holidays — her cousin, not quite.

"I'm great!" Taehyung expresses happily. "In fact, I'm doing so well now that I've seen my best friend again!"

Jungkook snorts from where he squats in the bed of his truck, exchanging product to a customer. Jimin looks between the two of them unsurely.

He questions uncertainly. "Um, who?"

"Why you of course!" Taehyung says as if it's obvious. "We only met once but I'd say we hit it right off don't cha' think?"

Jimin blinks dubiously before speaking. "Yeah sure?"

Taehyung just grins, Sooya rolling her eyes before she starts at Jungkook.

"Oppa you two are coming over for Chuseok right? My mom said she asked you when she last saw you but you told her you'd let her know!" The girl places her hands on her hips, her gaze knowing and narrowing. "I know you by now! Whenever you say that you don't end up coming!"

Jungkook smirks at her observation as he ties a small bag of potatoes before handing it over in exchange for rice.

"What!" Taehyung cries. "No! You definitely have to come! Auntie is making taro soup!"

Jimin eyes snap to Jungkook then and as if the man can feel him looking he meets his gaze. Begrudgingly, (after Jimin offers him the best puppy dog eyes he can muster without even really trying) he sighs.

"What time?"

Chuseok at Jee's house means lots of food, desserts, games, laughter and alcohol.

It's much like the first dinner but way more comfortable this time around, Jimin easy going once he has some alcohol in his system.

Jungkook is quiet as always but he smiles more Jimin notes, his eyes taking longer to leave the man as he takes in his appearance for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

He wears a simple black bomber jacket, white tee, and dark wash jeans but it does something to Jimin regardless, his stomach twisting in arousal.

He doesn't seem to be alone though. Yoonah, all dolled up in her pretty purple dress, light makeup and bun, staring at him as well.

She blushes at being caught a few times and Jungkook offers her a small smirk.

Jimin wonders, a little bitterly, just how moist her panties get when he looks at her like that. He wonders if they've done anything more than flirt and stare at each other.

He doubts it, Jungkook's eyes finding his then.

It's not the first time of the night and if anything Jimin has no real reason to be jealous seeing as the man has caught his stare more than hers on far more than one occasion.

He wonders why Jungkook would rather look at him than the pretty woman to his left?

He doesn't wear anything too fancy, just a black wool turtleneck, grey trousers, a belt and his new two toned shoes.

It must be his hair, Jimin thinks. It's grown so much longer and he hasn't gotten a chance to cut it, his hands constantly pushing it out of his eyes.

Maybe, Jungkook finds it odd looking on him? His eyes tend to stray whenever Jimin touches it.

He grows a bit self conscious when he looks away and ends up drinking way more than he would have on a normal day.

Nonetheless, the dinner seems to be even more enjoyable then — at least until Taehyung wraps his arm around him and whispers against his ear.

"Jiminie," he singsongs, his hot breath heavy against Jimin's ears as everyone else continues telling stories around them. "I know your secret."

Jimin freezes, his gaze finding Jungkook's and noting the man already looking at him, his face unreadable and eyes dark.

He looks away as Taehyung continues. "You like men don't you? Specifically Jungkook."

Jimin stops breathing then, the cup in his hand suddenly feeling heavy as Taehyung holds him tightly.

"Don't worry," Taehyung giggles a bit too loudly, "I don't mind you being queer. I'll be your friend till the end."

He finally lets Jimin go with a kiss to the cheek and a bright, innocent smile. Jimin forces a smile back and tries to relax as Taehyung then grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers.

He doesn't know what about him made it so obvious but he guesses him staring at Jungkook wasn't as discreet as he thought.

For the rest of the dinner he tries to avoid looking at the man, Jungkook's gaze suddenly hard as he takes in their interlaced hands.

When they finally get ready to leave Jimin's a little unsteady in the legs and more unstable than Jungkook.

Taehyung laughs as he helps him walk to the front door, Seung and Jungkook sharing a smoke on the porch.

"Had a bit too much to drink then eh, Jiminie?" Seung jokes and Jimin feels his face heat up as Taehyung hands him off to Jungkook.

The man's large hand finds his lower back and he flushes even harder, Taehyung smirking knowingly as he calls for Sooya to hurry with their leftovers.

She comes grumpily, following Jungkook with the containers as he ushers Jimin to the passenger side.

"Bye, drive safe," Sooya says, giving the man the containers before pulling him down by his neck and kissing his cheek wetly. She pulls Jimin through the window to do the same and he nearly squawks in surprise, the girl snorting as Taehyung and Seung guffaw from the porch.

"What Jungkook oppa?!" She scoffs when the man stares at her in amusement. "Mom says I need to be more lady like!"

"Not by kissing all gross like that!" Taehyung teases, her pushing him on her way back in the house.

Jimin smiles to himself from his seat, Jungkook saying his goodbyes and Taehyung and Seung waving at Jimin.

He waves back, his face no doubt red in embarrassment as Jungkook finally gets in the car and starts it.

He leans over Jimin's thighs to place the leftovers down in between the younger's feet. Jimin holds his breath but still gets a whip of the man's musky scent and cologne.

He feels even more hot when Jungkook lifts back up and uses his thigh for leverage, the older's hand heavy and warm through Jimin's trousers.

He doesn't move his hand even as he pulls out, the drive home seeming more longer and sensual than usual.

Once home, Jimin notes that he's embarrassingly hard, Jungkook's hand on him for the entire car ride doing more to him than he'd like to admit.

He tries to get out on his own and nearly falls into Jungkook's chest, the man tipsy himself based on the way he catches Jimin and nearly stumbles.

Jimin chuckles in embarrassment and Jungkook smirks down at him in the nightlight. It makes Jimin's chest clench and his stomach warm with those tell tale signs of arousal.

He clears his throat and tries to straighten up, watching Jungkook grab the leftovers before heading to the front door.

As he unlocks the door, Rwun barks from the inside. The dog elated at their return and nearly knocking Jimin over once inside.

Jimin laughs, surrendering to his begs for belly rubs on the couch with a sigh. He nearly falls asleep rubbing the dogs belly when he hears the sound of a beer bottle opening and Jungkook entering the room once more.

His eyes are closed and his head is against the couch cushions when he feels a thumb caress his cheek.

He opens his eyes slowly, his breath stuttering in his chest as he takes in the sight of Jungkook walking around to the front of the couch.

Jimin wonders for a second did he imagine the touch? No... he felt it, it was as real as Rwun in his lap right now.

Nonetheless, he can't be too sure — Jungkook not even looking at him as he goes to sit in his chair.

Jimin sighs softly, telling Rwun goodnight before going to stand.

The dog whimpers a bit but turns over tiredly anyways, his eyes closing.

Jimin decides to head to kitchen for a cup of water before bed when Jungkook grabs him once more.

He doesn't have to be told, he knows what the man wants.

He drops to his knees, delighted when Jungkook doesn't bother picking up his wife's picture this time.

The smaller drunkenly pulls him out then, more sloppy when drunk but still embarrassed at the way Jungkook's dark eyes stare down at him when he takes him in to the hilt.

He holds the eye contact when he swallows and moans lewdly, Jungkook's cock twitching as Jimin's hand reaches down for his own straining cock.

Jungkook stares at him then, in that same desiring way Hyo often would, as he sips his beer. It encourages the younger to put on a show. He pulls off with a pop, his hand grabbing the base of Jungkook's cock as he tongues the slit of the head. Jungkook's breath hitches then as Jimin spits a line of drool and precum on the head before following it down with his tongue.

Jungkook finally groans, his stare darkening as Jimin comes back up to wrap his lips around him once more. He begins to bob his head then, his hand sliding up under Jungkook's shirt and feeling his hard abs.

He hums, surprised that the man doesn't push him away. No in fact, his free hand finds Jimin's hair and Jimin moans in approval as he allows Jungkook to abuse his mouth just how he wants.

He's swallowing Jungkook's cock down his throat, spit running down his chin and neck when the man finally cums.

He lets out the most beautiful, guttural sound and Jimin finds himself spilling too, all in his hand and probably on his pants too.

His whole body racks in pleasure from the feeling and he's so delighted with the release that when Jungkook let's him go he begins kissing up his abs.

Jungkook doesn't try to run away again this time, his head thrown back against the chair as Jimin leans up to kiss him.

It doesn't last a second before Jungkook's fist meets his face and he falls back into the table.

He thinks he probably deserves the punch as the man rushes up and towards the kitchen, his hands fixing at his pants.

Jimin holds his cheeks as he wobbles shakily to his feet. He stumbles across the room, up the stairs and to the bathroom, taking in the red mark in Jungkook's new bathroom mirror with a wince before cursing.

"Fuck, fuck. What the fuck what I thinking?" He pulls at his hair and rubs at his forehead with the back of his wrist.

It's only after he washes his hands and face does he finally calm down, breathing heavily against the sink for about ten minutes before finally leaving the bathroom.

He notes that it's quiet downstairs and for a second he thinks that maybe he should apologize.

He decides against it, the punch sobering him up enough to know that that wouldn't be very rational.

Jimin swallows tightly then as he makes his way into the room. He pulls off his shirt and trousers before getting in to bed. As he gets comfortable he hopes that by tomorrow this will all be forgotten.

Just as he's drifting away he's awakened by the sound of the door opening, a dark figure stumbling through and making its way towards him.

He feels the body drop over his back, the smell of alcohol and Jungkook taking over his senses.

"This is what you wanted right?" Jungkook whispers sharply, his mouth finding Jimin's ear.

"Huh?" He says in confusion, his sleepy eyes blinking and hands gripping the pillow under him.

"You wanted this right?" Jungkook repeats, no longer wears his bomber jacket and pants still undone. The heavy front of his body presses Jimin down as he continues. "Want me to fuck you? Isn't that right private?"

Jimin's breath hitches and he doesn't respond. Jungkook's hand finds his throat tightly, his hips pressing deeper. "Isn't that right private?" He says more slowly, every syllable hitting Jimin's core.

Jimin responds shakily, his voice wavering and pathetic as he feels the press of Jungkook's hard cock against him, "Y-Yes."

That's all it takes for Jungkook to push down Jimin's undergarment, his hand searching the bedside table for Jimin's oil.

Jimin can only lie there unknowing for a few moments before suddenly Jungkook's spits and then the tip of his heavy, oiled cock is pushing in between his cheeks.

He gasps, the feeling odd and painful in the way it always is the first time after a while. Jungkook just continues holding him by the throat, his other hand gripping Jimin's hip as he slams deep inside.

Jimin chokes on a scream, the pain nearly excruciating as Jungkook doesn't wait for him to adjust, his hips pulling back and slamming into him ruthlessly.

He doesn't even realize he's crying until Jungkook begins to chide into his ear. "Don't cry now little private. This is what you wanted right?"

Jimin whimpers, the man's gruff words warming his stomach. He clenches the pillow underneath him tighter as every inch of Jungkook's thick cock strikes deep, the slide of his walls tight and withstanding.

"You wanted me to fuck this tight little hole of yours didn't you?" He asks, sucking along Jimin's ear.

"Yes," Jimin sobs, the feeling of Jungkook hitting his prostate making him tense up and tremble all the way down to his toes despite the pain. "Yes, please sir. Fuck me," he begs shamefully and Jungkook does, his hips aimed to hit that spot over and over until Jimin's drooling and convulsing.

"I'll give you what you want Park," Jungkook says darkly, his lips now trailing Jimin's jaw as he tightens his grip on the smaller's neck.

Jimin gasps, his hair messy and over his eyes as Jungkook's cock rips a gut wrenching orgasm out of him. He silently screams through it, his body stilling as Jungkook's cock continues to fuck him.

"That's right Jimin, just like that," Jungkook talks him through it, and Jimin not sure if it's the man's voice or the sound of his name coming from his mouth that does it but he's shuddering again.

"Fuck," Jungkook groans as he trembles, his thrusts slowing but still striking hard and deep.

Jimin can barely make more than little choked sounds, the sound of the headboard meeting the wall loud and echoing as Jungkook pounds into him.

He releases his throat eventually to hold Jimin's hips with both hands. He takes him with jerky thrust then, his breath hot against the back of Jimin's neck when he finally stills, his body shivering before spilling deep inside of Jimin.

He groans, pulling out slowly and falling besides Jimin exhaustedly.

Jimin can barely move himself, his body light and brain hazy as he succumbs to sleep.

When Jimin wakes up he's alone and it's nearly 12 in the afternoon. It takes him a long while to get out of bed, the sheets low on his thighs and back full of goosebumps from the morning air.

When he finally stands he nearly tumbles over, the pain going up his ass and back sharp and unexpected.

Everything comes back to him immediately when he realizes his underwear is still bunched up at his thighs.

Jungkook... his hands, his skin, his moans.

Jimin feels the heat rush up his neck as he pulls them up. It takes him a while but he makes it to the bathroom and washes up.

After he's done and dressed in some of Jungkook's old clothes he makes his way downstairs. It's already past noon so it's quiet and Jimin can't smell any breakfast.

Even so, there's cut fruit and toast waiting for him on the island. Jimin swallows tightly, his head throbbing so hard from his hangover that he can barely question if Jungkook remembers what they did.

He figures he'll find out when he goes out to work. If Jungkook is more cold than usual then he will be sure that the man is angry and guilty at what they've done.

Surprisingly when Jimin goes out he acts... normal. Still his usual dry and angry self but not as rude as last time.

If anything, he seems to stare even more, his gaze often lingering on Jimin even unconsciously.

Jimin often notes his ear's deepening in color once he finally glances away. Nonetheless, even then they don't talk about it.

As much as Jimin wants to, they don't.

Weeks pass and Jungkook doesn't bother touching him again despite his hopeful wishing. He's ashamed by the way he finds himself petting Rwun more frequently in hopes that Jungkook will seek him out again, and even more ashamed when he doesn't.

He's embarrassed actually, when he lays awake pitifully in the bed, already stretched for the older and just waiting and praying that today will be the day that Jungkook takes him again.

Make him feel that pleasure he hasn't feel since Hyo, but better, so much more better without the empty promises and feelings suffocating him.

The uncertainty of his death on the opposite side of him...

He's devastated when Jungkook never shows, his robotically stoic face crumbling as he cries into the pillow and wishes he weren't such a pathetic, excuse of a man.

He stops waiting for Jungkook to touch him again when a few months pass.

His pride is hurt of course but he reminds himself that Jungkook once had a wife and is probably just more interested in women.

Once, Jimin believes since there is no signs of her nor their child ever returning. And also, because Jee is so insistent on Jungkook marrying her daughter.

She must know more than him about the situation yet Jimin doesn't think it's his place to ask despite his curiosity.

He sees how often Jungkook drinks, how often he'd stare at his pregnant wife's picture that still lays flat beside his recliner.

So he knows something serious must have happened between them or to her and their child.

Jimin doesn't ask even when he truly wants to.

Nonetheless, he still wonders. Why did Jungkook engage with him sexually when he could have another woman? Another wife?

Yoonah was a great choice; beautiful, healthy, sweet. She knew her way around house and didn't seem like the type to talk back.

She was just what Jungkook needed so why did the man engage with Jimin?

Why does he still stare at him as if he wants him after fucking him and leaving him to wallow in his own sorrowful deprivation.

When the thoughts all become too much and his ache to be touched begins to hurt he asks Taehyung timidly, "Do you know if there's... other men here? Like me?"

They're in the market, walking towards Jungkook's truck. Taehyung having just negotiated some hot tteokbokki and fish cakes.

"Um..." the taller starts, his brows furrowed as he thinks and walks at the same time. "we'll I'm sure there is of course but none that are open about it obviously. All the men I know that are our age are into women — unless you want an older lad or something. Even then, the suspicious ones have beer bellies and are married."

Jimin grimaces, hopes immediately dispersing. He lets it go for a moment as they sit on the door of Jungkook's trunk bed.

"How did you know?" Jimin eventually asks, curious.

"Hm?" His friends replies, busy eating his rice cakes.

He offers Jimin one and the smaller shakes his head, continuing, "About me... liking men?"

He doesn't say Jungkook because he's not actually sure that he does, in fact, like Jungkook.

Jimin thinks if anything he just likes the fact that he's an attractive man that showed him a bit of attention. Other than that, he doesn't think there's anything to really like about Jungkook.

The man was angry, easily annoyed, and overall just rude.

Not to mention he was a recluse.

Jimin, being an introvert himself, didn't really mind conversing with people ever so often despite his awkwardness. Jungkook on the other hand, almost seemed to be infuriated by the aspects of simple small talk.

"Oh," Taehyung starts, his eyes widening a bit as he chews with an open mouth and full cheeks. "Well," he starts with a sudden smirk. "I mean you checked me out the first time I ever met you, so let's start there."

Jimin flushes, the heat rushing up his neck despite the fresh winter air. "Sorry," Jimin mumbles and Taehyung waves him off with a cheeky grin.

"It's fine, I know how handsome I am," Jimin snorts and Taehyung continues, "But in all seriousness, I just noticed how you looked at him," he explains and Jimin follows his gaze when he nods, the sight of Jungkook entering his peripherals.

He was exchanging a hog for straw, his tall frame towering over the middle aged man who's babbling at the mouth about something Jimin's sure he doesn't care to hear.

"What do you mean?" Jimin inquiries, his eyebrows furrowing.

Taehyung shrugs, looking back over at Jimin. "I don't know. At the time it just seemed like there was more to your gaze but I'm not so sure now. It seems as if you can barely even look at him. Did something happen?"

Jimin frowns, his chest clenching as he replies almost defensively. "No!"

He says it a bit too loudly, Jungkook turning back with an inquisitive gaze. He looks between the both of them and Jimin looks away, further proving Taehyung's point.

"Right," the taller says cynically, a new smirk on his face as he continues to eat his food.

"I don't want to say anything I shouldn't..." Jimin admits. He's not sure who all knows of Jungkook's... attraction for other men.

Taehyung snorts. "Jungkook has no intentions of marrying my cousin let alone another woman so—"

Jimin cuts the taller off warily, asking what he's been wondering a bit too much lately. "Why won't Jungkook remarry?"

And Taehyung tells him more than what he asked of course. "Oh," he starts, almost sounding surprised that Jimin doesn't know.

Jimin wonders if everyone but him knows what  exactly happened?

"Well his wife left him when they lost their child due to fever. I don't know every detail but I remember that Jungkook didn't take it well. His wife at the time complained that he'd been blaming it on the war. Saying things like the enemy killed their baby and what not. You know, the usual post war, shock. Nonetheless, he kept talking about revenge and drunk so much that she finally left. What's really vile is that she left while he was gone on his last trip. She'd been sure he wouldn't return due to his mental state at the time."

"Where is she now?" Jimin asks and Taehyung shrugs.

"Not sure. I have a friend at the post office who said she wrote him many weeks ago yet he hasn't responded back. I'm not sure that he's going to, they've already finalized the divorce and Jungkook's doing much better."

Jimin frowns at that, wondering if that's why the other hasn't seeked him out. He can't really dwell on it too much, Taehyung suddenly smirking.

"But anyway, back to what I was saying. I wouldn't be surprised if he's lain with you."

Jimin flushes profusely despite his straight face and Taehyung continues, eyeing him a bit teasingly.

"You're quite appealing to look at for a man so I wouldn't blame him. Unfortunately for you, I'm not really interested in cock and balls so—"

Someone clears their throat and they both look over to see Jungkook suddenly standing there, his face hard and hands full of straw that he aggressively throws in the bed behind them.

Jimin's blush only deepens and Taehyung sheepishly offers an apologetic boxed smile when Jimin glowers at him.

"You finishing up then Jungkook?" Taehyung asks, clearly attempting to change the subject.

Jungkook only grunts and Taehyung looks back at Jimin with an anxious bite of his bottom lip. He nudges his arm, whispering, "Good luck," before heading off.

Jimin sighs, standing up and dusting off his hands. He looks over at Jungkook to see him lighting a cigarette, the sight rare but not unusual.

He cups his palms around the stick in order to light it before making eye contact with Jimin. It's brief and the taller looks away as he heads towards the private and closes the tailgate roughly.

Jimin doesn't have to be told to get in the car, Jungkook cranking the engine as soon as he's in with him.

The drive home is silent as always, but this time Jungkook doesn't even bothering putting on the radio like he usually does.

It makes the sound of the gravel unnerving, the silence between them not as comfortable without the radio. Jimin tries to focus on the landscape and the way the sun is setting pink in the sky, the air coming in from Jungkook's cracked window icy.

He's caught of guard when the older begins to speak. "Are you that desperate to be fucked that you felt the need to ask Taehyung?"

Jimin nearly blanches from the shock of the blunt question, nonetheless his expression is calm when he turns to look at the major. "I didn't ask him for... that," Jimin says and it's not a lie.

He didn't ask Taehyung to fuck him. He asked Taehyung if he knew of other men who might be interested in fucking him.

Jungkook scoffs loudly, not bothering with looking at him as he exhales the smoke of his cigarette through tight lips. "Are you really going to lie to my face private?"

"I'm not lying—" suddenly the car jerks and Jimin nearly goes flying as Jungkook pulls over to the side of the road.

Jimin blinks profusely, the man snatching the cigarette out of his mouth before turning to glare at him.

Jimin stares back blankly, feeling a bit intimidated but trying not to cower away from Jungkook's gaze. He doesn't think showing fear will help him at all, in fact, Jimin thinks that will only anger the man more.

"So you're telling me I heard wrong then?"

Jimin stares unblinking, not even sure what all the man heard. Clearly nothing about his wife otherwise he's sure Jungkook would've been even more livid than he is now. Nonetheless, he's not sure how to respond as he watches the way Jungkook's gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips and then back to his eyes again.

He chuckles darkly, placing his cigarette back in his mouth before scooting over and snatching Jimin up by the front of his shirt.

Jimin let's out a sound of surprise, his hands flying up to grip Jungkook's as he reminisces the way Jungkook's fist felt against his cheek. He covers his face with one arm then as he shakily repeats what he asked Taehyung earlier.

The older doesn't speak for a pregnant pause and Jimin holds his breath. He eventually lets Jimin go only to swing him up against the dashboard harshly.

Jimin gasps, Jungkook putting out his cigarette before one of his rough hands press Jimin's face down. He quickly pulls down Jimin's pants with his free hand before unfastening his own.

Jimin can feel him then, heavy and hot along his bare ass. He breathes harshly, trying to look back with no avail.

Jungkook speaks thickly, "This what you want? You want a cock that bad that you start asking around for it private?"

Jimin doesn't respond, his eyes full of shameful, pitiful tears as he breathes even harder in frustration.

"Fucking answer me!" Jungkook growls, his hand gripping the back of Jimin's neck even harder.

Jimin let's out a sound that's close to a whimper before finally nodding. He doesn't nod because he's scared and doesn't want to be hurt, he nods because he knows that this is what he wants. He's been missing this, feigning to be touched and fucked even if it isn't always nice.

Jungkook scoffs, the sound of him spitting in his hand making way through the sound of Jimin's blood rushing.

He doesn't bother prepping Jimin once more so the initial stretch burns painfully. Jungkook's hard, thick cock head pushing inside with the help of more spit.

Jimin tries to bite back his cries but evidently they escape, the sounds pitiful and broken as Jungkook holds his hip and continues penetrating his walls slowly.

Jimin gasps, eyes clenched shut and body quivering once Jungkook's in to the brim. The major groans seductively, Jimin's body suddenly hot and clammy as he slowly pulls out.

He dribbles more spit onto his member and slowly delves right back in, the stretch easier yet shattering all the same.

"Fuck," Jimin curses, hands clenching the bottom of his sweater as Jungkook sits along that sweet bundle inside of him.

He struggles for air, the older's own breath getting heavier as he finally pulls back out. He spits some more, his cock now lathered and not as painful when it enters Jimin again.

The excess spit trails down Jimin's thick thighs and he gasps breathlessly at the filth of it all, his eyes blinking as he looks out into the empty grassy terrain surrounding them.

It's just the two of them out here where no one can see and his heart feels as if it's going to beat out of his chest when Jungkook begins to really fuck him.

He starts off slowly, the sound of their skin meeting and Jimin's asshole squelching around Jungkook's large cock making the smaller flush. He tries his hardest to hold back any more embarrassing sounds, his neck sweltering and face hot with thick tears.

Jungkook's hand on Jimin's hip start to travel lower. It finds one of Jimin's fat globes and squeezes hard enough to show off his pink hole. Jimin whimpers quietly in mortification as Jungkook slowly pushes in and out, his gaze no doubt watching.

He suddenly begins fucking the younger faster then, his cock striking hard and deep.

Jimin moans uncontrollably with every punch of Jungkook's hips against his, the feeling of his ass jiggling making him flush in further humiliation.

He hides his face with one hand, Jungkook fucking him so good that he can't control the way his eyes roll to the back of his head or the way he cries out in pleasure.

The sound of himself is annoying to his own ears. Nonetheless, it only seems to fuel Jungkook on even more, the older letting go of Jimin's neck to grab his hips with both hands.

He fucks him impossibly harder then, his own grunts and shaky breaths filling Jimin's ears.

Jimin feels pleasure with each thrust, the pain now nonexistent as he begins to greedily chase Jungkook's cock with his own hips. Jungkook moans roughly behind him, the feeling of his thick, wet cock sliding against Jimin's tight walls before slamming against his prostate making him snivel in euphoria.

"Please, please," he wails, gasping and whimpering in both of his arms as he fucks himself back on Jungkook's cock swiftly.

He lifts his head and looks back to watch when Jungkook dick starts to twitch, his ass clapping off of Jungkook's cock so deliciously that he feels himself drool.

He reaches down to grasp his own leaking cock then, nearly about to burst at the seams when Jungkook's hands on his hips pull him back abruptly.

They're sitting now, Jimin's back to Jungkook's chest and the major's breath touching the back of Jimin's neck.

Jimin is breathless and shocked at the intimate position, Jungkook's hands snaking around his waist underneath his sweater and holding him close.

"Sir," Jimin's starts warily, free hand unsure of what to grab.

"Jungkook," The older corrects and Jimin gasps, repeating his name uncertainly as his hand finds Jungkook's hair.

He grips softly, the major's cock so deep within him that it makes his toes curl and his body feel full.

"J-Jungkook."

It's like a light switch goes off because he's saying the man's name in a mantra then, his hand tugging and body bouncing up and down until he reaches his peak.

His toes spread out in his shoes and his hand grips both Jungkook's hair and his own thick cock tightly in exhilaration.

Jungkook's right behind him, his body stilling before shuddering and his cock jerking inside of Jimin.

Jimin moans with him, the feeling of Jungkook's come reaching deep as Jimin slowly rides the last of it out of him.

Jungkook curses, his head finding the back of Jimin's neck as he attempts to catch his breath.

They sit quietly for a few minutes, Jimin's hand in Jungkook's hair slowly coming down to find the older's hands on his waist. He caresses one softly and Jungkook pushes him away roughly, his hands quickly finding his cock and pushing it back in his pants.

Jimin blinks in shock, his shoulder throbbing from hitting the door as he watches the taller fastens his pants before scooting back over and starting the car.

He doesn't say anything to Jimin as he rolls the window down to clear up the fog that accumulated on the windows before pulling off.

Jimin swallows hard, his brain still hazy and face tear streaked as he shakily pulls up his own pants.

He feels sticky and wet, his hole throbbing emptily and heart pounding when he sits up in the passenger seat. He cringes uncomfortably before starting, "Jungkook—"

"Don't piss me off private."

Jimin frowns, not understanding the sudden demeanor change as he watches the other. His face is stoic, jaw tight, and his eyes are focused on the road. Jimin opens his mouth to speak again, "But—"

"Shut up talking to me Park!" Jungkook warns once more and Jimin defiantly glares.

"Would you just—"

Jungkook pulls over again and Jimin's eyes widen when he goes flying into the dashboard. He winces, nose throbbing sharply and hands going to probe. He pulls them back only to see blood and his eyes widen even more.

Jungkook doesn't let up regardless of his injury. "Get out."

Jimin stares incredulously, Jungkook's eyes ablaze. "Get the fuck out!"

He pushes Jimin hard into the door and Jimin doesn't bother fighting back even when the back of his head hits the window painfully.

"Now!" Jungkook screams, hand lifting to swing.

Jimin blinks away his shock finally, his hand shakily opening the door before stumbling out. He nearly falls over with how quick Jungkook pulls off. And it's only when he blinks again and takes in the deserted road before him does it settle on Jimin that he's really been left.

He swallows tightly, his mouth suddenly dry as tears fill his eyes once more. He starts to cry uncontrollably and he sucks his bottom lip in annoyance before spitting at the taste of blood.

He angrily wipes his face then before scoffing, the tears not stopping.

"Pathetic, I'm fucking pathetic."

He rubs at his nostrils, his nose throbbing, in order to get the blood before he begins to walk in the cold air. He contemplates turning back to the market and heading to Jee's place but realizes he must be closer to Jungkook's due to the recognition of certain mountains the farther he walks.

He really doesn't want to go there and quite frankly he won't be surprised if Jungkook has all his shit thrown out when he gets there.

The walk itself takes Jimin about 40 minutes, it would have been less but he intentionally dragged so he wouldn't have to return so quickly.

His nose luckily stopped bleeding yet it aches and his body does too — plus he's cold and shivering from the freezing weather.

As he walks up Jungkook's driveway he's shocked to note that his things surprisingly haven't been thrown out. Nevertheless, he doesn't even want to knock on the door, his breaths heavy and chest tight as he tries to control his emotions.

He swallows before finally lifting his hand to knock.

It takes a while for Jungkook to answer and Jimin knows it's on purpose.

As soon as the door swings open Jimin holds his breath. He doesn't look at Jungkook when he speaks. "I just need to get my belongings."

He assumes Jungkook kicking him out of his car also meant that he wants him to leave. Jimin's not sure where he'll go but he guesses he'll figure it out.

Maybe take Jee up on her marriage proposal with Sooya? He's not sure but the mere thought of that makes his stomach churn and his throat tight.

Maybe Jungkook will tell his wife to come back home once he's gone?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jungkook scoffs and Jimin still doesn't looks at him as he tries not to break down and cry again.

He's bottled up so many emotions that it physically hurts at this point, the blank expression on his face almost painful as he tries to respond.

"I—" his voice cracks and the tears swell up in his eyes almost mockingly. "Please just let me get my things major," he rushes out, his voice full.

Jungkook responds just as confused as before yet sounding even more furious. "Get your things for what? Where the fuck do you think you're going Park?"

Jimin feels one of his tears fall and he blanches internally, hand flying up to wipe his face just as Jungkook steps forward.

He hates the way he flinches, his eyes clenching shut and body going stiff as he awaits a blow.

It never comes and when he opens his eyes again Jungkook's staring at him with this unreadable expression, his hands at his sides.

"I'm sorry," he cries shamefully and he notes Jungkook's eyes widening slightly before he's suddenly getting pulled inside.

It's warm, is the first thing Jimin notes and he tries not to shiver as Jungkook shockingly pulls him into a hug.

He can't stop his sobs though, loud and wracking, as they reverberate through his body and fill the living room.

He can hear Rwun whimpering and Jungkook cursing before shushing him. "It's alright, it's alright, hey private, hey," he pulls back to look at Jimin, his hands holding Jimin's shoulders gently.

Jimin quickly goes to wipe his eyes again, his face cold and tight with dried blood.

"You're not going anywhere, okay?" Jungkook tells him and he nods, the older's reassurances sounding odd and weird to his ears.

Jungkook sighs, "C'mon let's get you cleaned up."

Jimin let's Jungkook drag him up the stairs and to the bathroom. The older quickly goes to start the bath and Jimin begins to undress.

Once undressed, he gets in the bath and sinks down with a silent sigh, the water still filling. He watches Jungkook grab a few things out of the cabinet before walking over to him again.

He tries to remain still as the man squats beside him, his hand holding a towel, lavender soap, and epsom salt.

He begins to pour the latter two in, Jimin watching wordlessly and scared to meet Jungkook's gaze as the smell of lavender and salt fill his aching nose.

He can feel the older staring at him, his gaze heavy and sweltering. Jimin holds his breath when he wets the towel, squeezes it, and then goes to wipe his face.

The private allows him to although he feels warm, the situation more intimate than what happened in the car. He can damn well clean himself but he doesn't argue, Jungkook's hand gentle and his throat tight.

He winces when Jungkook wipes his nose clean and accidentally finds the other's face. Jungkook's brows are furrowed and he takes the towel in his other hand to feel Jimin's nose thoroughly.

"It's not broken, just sore," Jungkook says before lathering the towel with soap and cleaning the rest of Jimin's body.

He's a bit aggressive but Jimin can tell he's not trying to be. His face is screwed up like he's frustrated or thinking of what to say and how to say it.

It's a weird expression, one that Jimin's never really seen on him since he usually just says the first thing to mind.

He's rinsing Jimin's hair, his hand pushing it back and off the smaller's forehead when he finally speaks.

"I'm sorry," he blurts, his voice strange and quiet.

He goes quiet for a moment, Jimin staring at him nonplussed before slowly reaching over to hold his free hand that's gripping the edge of the tub.

He's worried the man will snap again and really hit him this time but he doesn't. He just stares deeply, his nostrils flaring a bit uneasily as he allows Jimin to caress his hand.

"It's okay," Jimin says softly, laying his head back against the wall and closing his eyes.

Jungkook's hand in his hair begins to caress after a few silent moments, his long fingers running through his wet tresses and nails scraping gently along his scalp.

Soft sounds emit from his throat and after a short while he feels Jungkook move his other hand to his throat.

His palm is large and his fingers take up the whole expanse of Jimin's neck. He touches there softly before slowly brushing downwards, his fingers leaving goosebumps along Jimin's naked skin.

The smaller doesn't open his eyes to watch, the man's fingers finding his collarbones before trailing down to his pecks. He caresses Jimin's nipples, his fingers rubbing and pinching until Jimin is breathless and hard.

His hand that's in Jimin's raven hair finds his cheek. Jungkook's palm rough against his skin but comfortable, his thumb caressing carefully and Jimin's eye lashes fluttering.

He hears Jungkook's get closer then, his hand starting to travel lower and his palm skimming down Jimin's hard abs.

He eventually finds the private's well groomed cock and wastes no time stroking, the feeling of his hot breath along Jimin's ear making the smaller's breath hitch.

"Major—" Jimin starts and Jungkook cuts him off sensually.

"Jungkook."

Jimin shakes his head, Jungkook's hand twisting and pulling just right and the sound of water sloshing.

"Please. Don't."

"What? Don't what private?"

Jimin whimpers and he continues, his forehead pressed along the side of Jimin's and his lips against Jimin's jaw.

"Scared," is all Jimin whispers before gasping, Jungkook's hand still stroking and making him quiver in pleasure.

His other hand along Jimin's cheek tilts his face and suddenly he's being kissed, Jungkook's strong hands lifting him up from the bath.

Jimin returns the kiss messily, Jungkook gripping the underside of his thick thighs before stumbling out of the bathroom and into the room.

Jimin holds around Jungkook's neck tightly, his body dripping water everywhere before he's being laid out on the bed.

He gasps, Jungkook pulling away to go grab something off the dresser before he begins undressing. It's cold, Jimin hard and his body shivering as he watches Jungkook remove his clothes before him.

He's so muscular and large that Jimin nearly whimpers when he makes his way back over him, their lips connecting in a searing hot kiss and Jungkook's strong chest meeting his own.

He spreads open his thighs for the other, Jungkook pulling away only to grab the oil and lather his hard cock.

Jimin watches with half lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling and their breaths heavy between them.

Jungkook holds the meat of his thighs and looks at him when he enters. Jimin gasps, the taller's gaze dark and face twisting in pleasure as he bottoms out.

Jimin mewls, arms wrapping around Jungkook's neck tighter and face falling against the other's throat.

"Please," he gapes, the pain only brief before he's begging, Jungkook's hips lifting until he's nearly all the way out before slamming back in.

"Jungkook," Jimin finally croaks helplessly and Jungkook groans, kissing him again.

It's a wet, sloppy kiss full of tongue and spit. Jungkook's sucks his tongue before pulling away to bite his bottom lip. He sucks on it after, Jimin breathless and eyes glazed when he finally pulls away.

"Gorgeous, you're so fucking gorgeous," Jungkook grunts out with every press of his hips, staring at him.

Jimin's rendered speechless, the blood rushing up to his neck and ears as he hugs Jungkook once more.

"I'll give you whatever you need and fuck you whenever you want," The taller continues against his ear, his cock plunging in and out against Jimin's prostate so well that all he can do is sob.

"That's what you want right?"

Jimin nods in anguish, his mind hazy and eyes surprisingly still able to create tears.

"As long as you stay here with me, I'll give it to you," Jungkook promises, kissing his temple, "so don't go looking anywhere else."

He lifts up, presses Jimin's thighs to his chest and begins to ram into him, the cum from earlier and the oil making each and every thrust wet and sloppy sounding.

All Jimin can do is take it, watch the way Jungkook's large, wet cock slams in and out of him — the older telling him how good he is and how beautiful he looks as he fucks him into oblivion.

He cries, his hands going from gripping the sheets to covering his mouth when he feels he's being too loud. Jungkook tsks, his hips coming down agonizingly slow and hard as he speaks huskily, "Move your hand. Let me hear you."

Jimin crumbles, his hands finding Jungkook's back as he sobs, the older pressing in just right and making him feel every hefty inch of him.

"Should I make you come like this?" He asks, his dick out to the tip before he swiftly dives back in.

Jimin gasps and shakes his head no. It was nice feeling but he needed more, he wanted to feel Jungkook deep in his core — way in his belly.

"You want it faster?" Jungkook's hips begin to speed up and he gasps in glory, his head nodding, toes clenching, and eyes squeezing shut.

"Yes, please. Like that," he rasps softly, body trembling and thighs closing in as an orgasm suddenly takes him by surprise.

His cock spurts all up his chest as he gasps for air, Jungkook holding his thighs down and open as he continues to fuck him right through it.

He seizes up from over stimulation, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Jungkook curses at the sight of him before leaning down to kiss him wetly.

The sounds of only them fill the room then, their moans and groans, their skin meeting, the bed slamming against the wall. It's all because of them and something about that, about the way Jungkook holds him, about the way Jungkook's talks and kisses him makes him feel so warm inside.

He wishes it could be like this forever, wishes they could fuck like lovers forever.

When Jungkook finally comes Jimin's almost scared to move, the taller moaning brokenly and body jerking as he empties his cock deep inside of Jimin.

Jimin reaches for the sheets and grips them tightly as he waits, his heart racing and chest heavy.

Jungkook pulls out of him and falls right beside him, his arm wiping the sweat from his forehead as Jimin stares at the ceiling.

He waits patiently to be disappointed, his face shocked when all Jungkook says is, "We should shower."

He pulls himself up before turning to look back at Jimin expectantly.

Jimin presumed he'd look indifferent or angry but he almost looks wary, scratching his nape as he waits a little impatiently.

A laugh bubbles out of the shorter, Jungkook blinking in surprise at the sound and watching in near wonder as Jimin stands.

His legs are shaky and he almost topples over, flushing and giggling this time when Jungkook reaches out to hold him.

He's still a bit light headed, Jungkook having fucked him so well that he isn't completely in his right mind. Nonetheless, he's sane enough to be nervous and worried that if he says or does the wrong thing like before it'll ruin everything.

So he tries to compose himself, looking internally for that blank expression just as Jungkook surprises him with a soft smile. It's weird... and undoubtedly rare compared to his reoccurring smirk. It fits his face well but it's awkward too.

They stare at each other for a moment, taking each other in before Jungkook blinks twice and clears his throat. "Alright, let's go."

He's seems embarrassed, Jimin notes and he bites his bottom lip to hide his own smile as he follows the other.

Jungkook showers first, Jimin busying himself with cleaning the bath after himself. He gasps suddenly when the older wets his behind with the shower head as he's bent over.

He's not sure what to say, or how to joke even like the old him once knew how, but Jungkook smirks and it's enough to make him blush and smirk too.

He helps Jimin clean himself then, holds the shower head over him as he lathers himself. He looks up at Jungkook sheepishly and a little peeved when he runs his hand behind himself.

Jungkook watches, bites his bottom lip when he realizes what Jimin's doing with his fingers. He takes his free hand and knocks Jimin's away gently before pressing in his own two fingers.

They're bigger than Jimin's own and unintentionally brush that bundle of pleasure inside of him as he cleans out the oil and cum.

Jimin gasp, staring into his half lidded, knowing eyes. He presses in again, this time deeper and intentionally. Jimin whimpers, pressing his face into Jungkook's chest and hugging him.

"I'll never get clean," he complains and Jungkook huffs out a laugh before pulling his fingers out.

Jimin watches silently as Jungkook brings his hand up, the major obscenely sucking one of the cum covered digits clean.

He hums in delight, eyes piercing and watching Jimin's shocked face the whole time. Jimin flushes heavily, his whole body heating up as Jungkook then holds his other covered middle finger out for him.

He parts his lips without being told, his mouth agape as Jungkook inserts the digit slowly. He closes his thick lips around Jungkook's finger and sucks filthily, the taste salty and sweet.

Jungkook smiles at that, bright, sinful and ragged when he huffs another short laugh.

Jimin smiles back a bit nervously at the sight, the taller knocking into him with a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, he's releasing Jimin's bottom lip with his teeth and whispering, "Don't even think about going anywhere else. You're stuck here with me private, you understand?"

Jimin nods, Jungkook kissing him again before pulling away with dark eyes and turning off the shower.

Jimin watches the older hang the shower head and grab two towels, his words repeating over and over in his head and his stomach both churning in fear and fluttering with want.

Did Jungkook's words mean that he wanted Jimin to stay here? The smaller wants to ask just to clarify but he's scared of talking. It's seems as if every time he speaks, admits his wants and wishes to a lover, that nothing good comes.

We could never be together, it isn't possible, I don't love you.

Jimin was tired of hearing such things. Before the war — during. He doesn't want to ruin this like he did earlier, with Hyo, or any other person he's had so he remains silent and allows Jungkook to drape a towel over his head like everything is fine.

He ruffles Jimin hair before sliding it around the smaller's shoulders. He snorts at his messy locks.

Jimin smiles softly but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. Jungkook doesn't seem to notice as he treks out the bathroom and in the room, the shorter following.

Jimin lotions himself up as Jungkook searches for pajamas. He watches the older pull on an old wool sweater and pants before making his way over to Jimin with clothes that are definitely going to flood him.

He reaches out to help Jimin with his clothes and the shorter flushes but once again doesn't argue. He's tired of arguing and he'd really just like to go to sleep soon.

As expected, the clothes are huge on him but Jungkook seems to like that, smirking as he rolls the sleeves of the cotton sweater up a few times at the end.

"Would you like to eat something?"

Jimin shakes his head, his eyelids heavy from all the crying he did. "Just want to sleep."

Jungkook stares at him but eventually nods once, his tongue poking his cheek as he steps back and examines the bed.

Suddenly, his expression is blank.

"Alright then," he says, still not looking at Jimin. "goodnight."

Jimin blinks as he watches the other suddenly turn to leave, "Goodnight."

Once gone, Jimin stares at the door for a long while before biting his bottom lip hard and getting in the bed.

He tries to contains his emotions as he tucks himself in, the sheets cold and room colder as he stares at the moonlight peeking in.

He's not sure how long he stares for but it's long enough to note the way the wind outside gets louder, the first specs of white snow coming down slowly before picking up beside the wind.

It's evidently too cold for Jimin to fall asleep so he pulls himself up with one of the woven fleece blankets and slowly exits the room.

He can hear the fire crackling as he makes his way down the creaky stairs. His eyes immediately find Jungkook who's sitting up in his recliner and nursing a cup of something steaming.

"It's too cold to sleep up there..." Jimin supplies nervously as he slowly sits beside Rwun on the couch.

The dog barely stirs even when Jimin caresses him softly, the younger nearly jumping out of his body when he notes Jungkook suddenly standing before him.

He holds the half drunken cup out, his own expression tired as Jimin takes it graciously.

He’s shocked by the sight of what seems to be tea and delightfully takes a small sip. It warms him instantly and he watches curiously as Jungkook walks past him and towards the stairs.

"Come with me," he says and Jimin's eyebrows furrow yet he follows.

They make it upstairs and Jungkook pulls down the latch to the attic. He climbs up the stairs and turns on a light up there before digging around loudly.

Jimin guesses the man must use it for storage because he comes down with this huge item in his arm — something that Jimin's never seen before.

He places it down before pushing back up the ladder and securing the latch. Jimin follows after him when he grabs the item and heads in the room.

Jimin watches then as he places the item down, plugs it up and presses a button. It takes a few seconds but suddenly it's glowing brightly, a burst of heat emitting from it.

"It's a heater," Jungkook says when he notes Jimin staring at it oddly.

The smaller flushes, going to place the cup of tea on the bedside table before walking over to the thing. It feels just like the fireplace and he smiles softly at the heat before looking up at Jungkook.

"Thank you."

Jungkook hums, watching him for a moment before averting his eyes suddenly.

Jimin feels his heart drop and he hates it, the taller going to leave and him impulsively rushing in front of him.

"Please," he starts, voice weak and pitiful to his own ears. "Please stay."

He doesn't want to look at the major but he figures he should chance a glance in order to gauge the other's reaction. As assumed, Jungkook's face is tight and his eyes hard.

Jimin worries immediately that he's pushing yet he can't help it. He doesn't want to be alone again.

"I can't," he surprises Jimin by saying and Jimin's chest nearly collapses.

He presses himself into the taller when he begs pathetically. "Please. Jungkook please."

"No Jimin," Jungkook shakes his head firmly, the private's hands finding his arms and holding them tightly.

"Why?" He asks brokenly and Jungkook doesn't respond.

"At least tell me why?" Jimin insists and Jungkook clenches his eyes shut.

"I just— I can't Jimin. I don't like being in here."

He goes to pull Jimin's hands away then and the smaller frowns, saying what been on his mind since his talk with Taehyung.

"Because of your wife right?"

He asks it tenderly yet Jungkook halts like he's been slapped anyways, his whole body freezing and face dropping into a scowl.

"Don't."

Jimin nearly gives in at the tone of his voice but he finds himself continuing anyways. "It is though right?"

Jungkook pushes him harshly and Jimin tumbles back against the door, his palms raising when Jungkook follows angrily. "I heard what happened and I won't leave you like her," he swears, "I promise."

Jungkook stops in his tracks, his chest pressed against Jimin's own as he's stares down at the smaller wildly.

"Just stay here with me, please?" Jimin urges softly, his hands hesitantly falling to Jungkook's arms when he meets the major's gaze. "I don't want to be left alone either."

And at that Jungkook seems to crumble slowly, his nose flaring and lips wavering as a lone, single tear slips down his cheek.

Jimin reaches up to wipe it but Jungkook turns his face swiftly.

"It's okay," Jimin promises, and he's sure that this is the most he's ever said between the two of them. It feels odd to talk to the older this much but he continues anyways, the sentences not feeling forced as they fall out of his mouth. "I promise I won't go anywhere as long as you'll have and want me."

Jungkook nods, Jimin releasing the breath he'd been holding as he finally thumbs the wet tear off the taller man's cheek. He squeezes from in between the door and Jungkook and pulls the major after him.

He tugs the blankets on the bed back and gets in, Jungkook slowly sitting down beside him.

Jimin lays on his palm and watches Jungkook for a moment, the major not seeming as if he intends on laying down. Jimin tugs him then and Jungkook lies back without a fight.

He's stiff and uncomfortable looking, Jimin getting close enough to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook allows him to so Jimin boldens up by turning his face and connecting their lips. He speaks quietly, "I can't think about being anywhere else but here, okay?"

Jungkook nods once more before leaning in and kissing him back.

It's soft and sensual unlike all their previous kisses; Jungkook kissing him slow and gently as if they're both made of glass.

When they finally pull away they're millimeters apart, Jimin taking in every detail on Jungkook's face greedily.

He wants to complement the other on his pretty moles and long lashes but he questions him instead. "You wanna talk about it?"

Jungkook surprisingly snorts. "Not much to say."

Jimin frowns, averting his eyes when he asks even more quietly. "Do you miss her?"

"Sometimes. Miss our baby more."

Jimin's heart breaks at that, he sulks. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Jungkook responds before joking dryly. "you can just give me another one."

Jimin frowns, finally looking up to glower. "I can't give you no baby."

"We can pretend."

Jungkook smirks and Jimin blushes.

"I'll put one in you tomorrow morning. Plant my seed real deep."

Jimin flushes deeply, "Shut up."

Jungkook continues, sighing. "Truth be told, I never wanted to be a dad. I wasn't very good at it either but I still loved him."

Jimin smiles softly.

"And her too."

"Yeah," Jungkook doesn't deny, "but she hurt me real bad."

Jimin wants to apologize again but he doesn't think it'll help much.

"I'm still getting over it. I think you've helped a lot."

"Really? I couldn't tell."

Jungkook almost seems shocked by his sarcasm, Jimin smirking shyly when the man responds. "This is the most I've ever heard you speak Park? Are you always this witty?"

Jimin snickers, Jungkook watching him with those awe filled doe eyes before leaning in to kiss him again.

Jimin kisses him back, the taller pulling away only to speak. "I don't feel as alone. Even when we sat in silence and didn't say much I felt better than before."

"Why'd you push me away then?"

"I was scared just like you. Shit, I still am scared."

"Why?" Jimin asks, his hand brushing back Jungkook's dark fringe.

The older shrugs. "Don't want to get my hopes up and my heart broken again."

Jimin frowns and Jungkook repeats the question to him.

"What about you? What are you scared of other than me?" He says the last bit jokingly but Jimin senses the underlying worry in his voice.

He smiles gingerly, thinking about how he's been scared since he'd gotten drafted and forced to hide his true feelings and nature. He didn't want to live in fear anymore.

He decides to tell Jungkook the truth.

"Being alone, being hurt, not being good enough. And yes, sometimes you."

Jungkook face falls at that, his voice full and regretful when he apologizes. "I'm sorry. For everything, scaring you, hurting you, hitting you. Fuck, especially hitting you. I think as a major it's a bit habitual to use force on my subordinates. Sometimes I forget that they're human too when I'm in a bad space."

Jimin nods before speaking. "I understand... just please... try not to. Even when your upset just talk to me okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Jungkook nods.

"I don't want my heart broken either."

Jungkook nods again before asking nervously. "You won't leave me right? Even when I'm having a bad day and might not want to talk as much?"

"No I won't leave you even when you're having a bad day," Jimin smiles softly before joking, "Where would I go anyway?"

Jungkook snorts but there's some dubiety to his tone. "That's not why though right? That's not why you want to stay here is it?"

Jimin leans in until their foreheads are nearly touching. He swears genuinely, "No. I want to be here... with you. I want to learn you and maybe even..." he trails off bashfully and Jungkook urges.

"Maybe even what?"

"Maybe even love you?" Jimin whispers, feeling anxious.

Jungkook leans in and kisses away his worries. "Great. I think I already love you so that's perfect."

Jimin's eyes widen and Jungkook snorts, caressing his bottom lip with his thumb.

"That's why I'd been so angry earlier. Didn't want to think about you fucking anyone else."

"Well you weren't showing me any attention," Jimin jests.

Jungkook huffs out a laugh. "I was scared to touch you! You could barely walk the next day!"

Jimin flushes furiously, shoving Jungkook softly. "Shut up."

Jungkook just laughs, Jimin leaning in to kiss him once more.

When he pulls away he admits embarrassingly, "I waited for you y'know?"

Jungkook just stares for a moment, Jimin looking up at the man through lashes.

"Waited for me to do what?"

Jimin's face is probably scolding as he admits, "To touch me again."

A slow smile creeps up Jungkook's face. "Did you now? Is that why you made it a routine to start petting my dog? Wanted my attention?"

Jimin nods, trying to hold his gaze but failing.

Jungkook smirks, leaning in to kiss him again. "Well you got it now so I advise you not to lose it private."

Jimin laughs and that night sleep comes easy, wrapped in the major's arms.

Jungkook keeps his promise the next morning, the morning light barely peeking in the room when Jimin's awoken by searing hot kisses along his skin and caressing hands.

He allows Jungkook to undress him, the room completely warm from the heater and his body still lazy from sleep.

Jungkook is already shirtless, most likely having pulled off his own sweater last night. Jimin likes feeling his naked, warm chest against his back and his large, strong arms wrapped around him. It makes him feel safe and secure for his mind is usually lost and worrying.

Like this, he can barely think. Jungkook's hands slowly dragging down his pajamas pants and every inch of his palms touching Jimin's skin. Jimin kicks the remainder off and they get lost somewhere with the sheets, his body now completely naked.

"I can't get enough of you," Jungkook whispers and Jimin turns his head back to find the older's lips.

The kiss is slow and erotic, the major's own bottoms already along his thighs and his arm reaching back to grab the oil on the bedside table. He uses a generous amount before applying it to his hardened cock, the member shiny and slick after a nice lather.

He aligns himself then and presses in slowly, the tip of his cock penetrating Jimin's rim briefly before he pulls out, teasing.

Jimin gapes, already breathless and his hole twitching in anticipation as he watches. Jungkook holds the base of his cock and does it again, this time thrusting deep enough to brush Jimin's prostate.

Jimin gasps brokenly, his cheek finding the pillow and his hand clutching the case. Jungkook pulls all the way out again and Jimin shivers from the emptiness, his ass greedily pushing back.

Jungkook's hand comes down to grip his hip tightly, his breath already shaky as he slams right back in. Jimin croaks loudly, Jungkook's hips quickly finding a rhythm.

He picks a pace that's slow and deep, his hard cock filling Jimin so intensely that the smaller can only whimper in pleasure.

"Gonna make you come just like this," Jungkook tells him gruffly and Jimin nods earnestly, already too far gone as tears fill his eyes.

"Please," he begs.

And he can feel the major everywhere, his cock leaving nothing untouched as it strikes Jimin's prostate deeply. He stays on it for a few seconds with every thrust, Jimin trembling, clenching and toes curling from the overwhelming feeling.

He reaches down to grasp his cock, his other hand gripping the pillow underneath his head as Jungkook begins sucking along his neck.

He lifts one of Jimin's legs then and Jimin watches in awe at the way Jungkook's thick cock slides in and out of him, stretching and squeezing to fit inside his tight hole.

He pulls it out agonizingly slow, just because Jimin's watching and the smaller flushes, pressing his face back into the pillow.

"I'm gonna fill you right up private," Jungkook promises against his ear and Jimin snivels, Jungkook's other hand on his hip reaching up to turn his face. "Just how you like it."

He connects their lips then, Jimin's face wet from pleasure induced tears and lips gaped. The smaller sobs loudly when he thrusts back in, his pelvis slamming to meet Jimin's ass deliciously.

"That what you want?" Jungkook asks against his fat lips, kissing them.

Jimin nods embarrassingly quick, his lips quivering as the man pulls back only to slam in once more.

Jimin clenches his eyes shut, the sound he makes devastating and broken. He grips the base of his cock harder in an attempt to hinder his orgasm for a little while longer.

It's no use, Jungkook suddenly starting to plunge in and out of him quickly.

He bawls, pressing the back of his head into Jungkook's shoulder as the older hits his prostate dead on with every thrust of his hips.

The sound of their skin meeting in this position is loud and obscene, as is the way Jimin's cock leaks all over his fist.

It takes maybe one or two jerks and he's coming hard, his body tensing and thick cock spurting all up his abdomen.

Jungkook reaches down until his hand is pulling Jimin's other leg up, the smaller's body shaking and eyes rolling from the aftershocks of coming as he gets pulled completely on top of Jungkook.

Jungkook props both of his feet and fucks into Jimin even harder, the private's thighs held and spread apart as the major's cock penetrates him swiftly.

He's chasing his own orgasm, his grunts and moans filthy in Jimin's ear as the smaller just takes what he's given.

He's thrashing, crying and clutching Jungkook's hands on his thighs tightly, his body convulsing and hole clenching around Jungkook's cock, when the older finally comes.

He groans lowly, his wet cum shooting deep and painting Jimin's insides.

The smaller gasps, Jungkook's body shuddering behind him and his cock twitching  as he holds Jimin against him tightly.

He's so deep like this and his grip on Jimin's thighs is so tight that there's bound to be fingerprints left behind.

When he finally releases his hold Jimin's legs drop weakly, his chest rising and falling and heart beating wildly.

Jungkook's own heart races against his back as he breathes heavily, Jimin turning his head to find the older's lips.

They kiss until Jimin's sleepy, his eyes barely able to stay open even as Jungkook's pulling out.

When Jimin wakes up he's alone, his body sore and the room smelling of vanilla. He looks over at the bedside table and notes a candle burning, the melted wax high as if he's been asleep for a little while now.

He stretches, his ass throbbing and limbs cracking as he yawns. He pulls himself up then and blanches when he doesn't feel Jungkook's cum immediately leaking out of him.

He blushes in humiliation at the thought of the older cleaning it out of him while he was asleep. Nonetheless he's grateful too, his legs trembling as he makes his way to the window.

It's still snowing out, the storm having settled only a bit. Jimin wonders how Jungkook tends to his ranch during times like this as he makes it to the door.

He freezes upon catching sight of himself in the full length mirror in the corner. He balks immediately at the sight of his neck, the expanse of it covered in red and purple hickeys. It makes his stomach flutter as he takes in the finger prints on his hips and thighs.

He wonders briefly if he left a reminder of himself on Jungkook's own skin as he heads to the bathroom.

He relieves himself and showers efficiently, scrubbing and cleaning his body thoroughly before returning back to the warmth of the room.

He pulls on his pajamas from last night and heads downstairs, Jungkook and Rwun nowhere to be found.

Jimin decides to busy himself with starting lunch and as if on cue, the back door opens and in comes Jungkook and Rwun.

The older is dressed inadequately for the weather outside, one arm holding a basket of eggs and can of milk while the other hand holds a beheaded cockerel.

He sets the basket on the island and places the the chicken in one of the sinks. "Dinner," he says easily and Jimin only offers a tight smile because the sight makes him a bit queasy.

"Sorry I overslept," Jimin speaks quietly, chopping veggies, "you should've woke me to help."

Jungkook snorts, washing his hands in the other sink. "Not much to do during a snowstorm. Besides," he looks over at Jimin and smirks. "I know you needed the rest."

Jimin blushes, looking away before murmuring.

"I'll come help soon, you should cover up more. It's cold out there."

He feels Jungkook behind him, his hands finding Jimin's hips and his body cold from the outside air.

"Don't worry about it. We're done for the day," he kisses Jimin's neck once before asking, "what're you cooking? I'd hoped to be finished before you awoke so I could make you a hot breakfast."

"Just some fried rice," Jimin turns to him before frowning worriedly. "You're freezing."

Jungkook smirks, his hands squeezing Jimin's hips once before releasing. "Are you worried about me pretty?" He asks, dislodging himself to head to the fridge.

He pulls out a beer whilst Jimin flushes, peeved. "'M not pretty."

"You must've never seen yourself when you come," Jungkook says easily, taking a swig.

Jimin only blushes deeper, the man exiting the room before he can respond.

The rest of the day is spent in the house, the two eating lunch together on the island and Jimin reading on the couch while Jungkook preps the chicken for dinner.

It's weird... talking to Jungkook so much. Before Jungkook did all the talking and even then he didn't say much. Just little things like, "lunch is ready," or "I need you to do this," or even "we're going to the market today." Things like so — unless he was chiding Jimin about something he could do better on the ranch.

Even that was rare now, Jimin basically knowing how to work without Jungkook's watchful gaze on him. Of course, he still wasn't on the older's level just yet but he was quicker than before and more skilled.

It was after dinner now and Jungkook's relaxing on his recliner and nursing his usual beer, Jimin's own on the coffee table half drunken.

Rwun laid beside his head on the long couch, Jimin caressing the dog without any ulterior motives this time.

Jimin asks him quietly, his brain curious, "Am I the only man you've ever been with?"

Jungkook snorts and Jimin looks up to gauge his reaction. He's smirking, his eyes narrowed in amusement and finger tapping.

"No."

Jimin's not surprised. Jungkook knew how to please him way too well for him to have never been with a man before — nonetheless, he still has questions.

He hesitates, not wanting to annoy the older. Eventually, he doesn't go through with asking and Jungkook instantly notices.

"Go on, ask what you want," He says and Jimin's eyes widen a bit.

He feels his face warm when he asks nervously. "How many men have you been with?"

Jungkook's smirk reappears and he clears his throat, taking a swig of his beer before speaking. "I lost my youth to a man," he admits before continuing, "and his wife. I was young, 17 and freshly enlisted. I met the man at a bar with my friends and he offered to let me fuck her after overhearing my friends tease me about being a virgin. I thought he'd been fooling around but I followed him home anyways — curious."

"To my surprise she let me," Jungkook snorts, "I was so oblivious and overwhelmed that I couldn't tell that they were swingers until she was encouraging me to fuck him too. Never saw em again after but it was easy for me then... to pick out those who were just like him," Jungkook's eyes flicker to him and Jimin's throat tightens. "Just like you."

He sips his beer again before smiling. "To answer your question though, I've been with a few men. More women, naturally."

Jimin chews his bottom lip wordlessly, a bit caught off guard when Jungkook speaks. "And you, how many men have you fucked," he tilts his head, his lips pursing at his own choice of words. "Or let fuck you?"

Jimin flushes at his blunt choice of language, averting his gaze when he admits. "I'm not sure. And as for women..." he trails and Jungkook laughs loudly, the sound bright and full.

Jimin moues in confusion although his chest warms at the sound. Jungkook explains his laughter in amusement.

"I'm sorry I'm just surprised there were any woman at all."

Jimin flushes, his tone slightly offended when he asks. "Why is that? Does it seem like women wouldn't be interested in me?"

Jimin gets many stares at the market from single ladies and even approached too. He assumed Jungkook noticed, his gaze always hard and calculating while Jimin turned them down.

"Nah' it's not that," Jungkook says easily, before smiling. "I just can't picture you being interested in women letting alone fucking one."

Jimin doesn't argue and instead actually admits in embarrassment. "Well I didn't. I tried but," he doesn't finish yet Jungkook seems to understand anyway.

He hums, asking calmly. "How old were you with your first man?"

Jimin tries to think back to the first male he ever engaged with sexually. "About 15 or so. I had a friend and we..." Jimin blushes hotly in remembrance, "did things together."

Jungkook raises a brow, his eyes sharp. "What kind of things?"

Jimin's body suddenly feels hot when he speaks shyly, not wanting to go into detail. "All kinds of things but mainly we just experimented."

Jungkook just hums, his heavy gaze not leaving Jimin's face when he takes another swig of his beer.

"You let him fuck you at that age?"

Jimin shakes his head. "No. We got caught fooling around so his father sent him away," Jimin explains a bit sadly, looking away. "I didn't let anyone fuck me until I got older. Instead I just... used my mouth a lot."

His eyes find Jungkook's again and the older is placing his empty beer bottle on the table. He leans back with a quiet sigh, his expression unreadable.

"You like doing that don't you?" He states more than he asks, his voice low.

Jimin stares in surprise, his cheeks warm and stomach tight. He answers quietly, his eyes wavering, "Yes."

"But you like being fucked more?"

"Yes," Jimin says simply before halting in thought. He shrugs a bit timidly then. "Well it depends," he corrects.

"It's not always a pleasant experience. The first few times were especially hell," he laughs.

Jungkook doesn't say anything for a moment and Jimin worries if he's said the wrong thing. He goes to clarify when Jungkook speaks, his eyes averted, "I'm sorry if I ever made it unpleasant for you."

Jimin blinks in surprise before shaking his head. "No— you," he flushes when he confesses. "I feel good whenever you touch me. It hurt a bit the first two times but that's normal..."

Jungkook shakes his head. "I was rough."

Jimin smiles, attempting to joke. "Nothing I'm not use to."

This doesn't seem to make Jungkook feel any better, his gaze still hard and expression unreadable.

He stands abruptly, clearing his throat. "Right well, we should head to bed. It's late."

Jimin stares worriedly for a moment, Jungkook grabbing both of their bottles before heading to the kitchen.

Jimin frowns, watching Jungkook empty the rest of his own bottle before he finally stands and heads up stairs.

It takes the older a little while but once he enters the room Jimin's already under the covers and laying against a pillow.

Jungkook smells of cigarette smoke and booze when he slides underneath the covers, his back facing Jimin.

Jimin's heart crumbles devastatingly and he holds his breath, trying to contain his emotions. He debates briefly on touching Jungkook before finally deciding to just turn away.

That night sleep doesn't come as easy as the night before.

Jimin's awoken by the sound of something loud. He blinks furiously, rubbing at his eyes as he takes in Jungkook's thrashing body.

He sits up then, his brain adjusting to the familiar situation easily as he begins caressing softly. "Hey, it's okay," he hovers over the major's body, one hand pushing back Jungkook's hair while the other wipes his tears. "it's okay Jungkook. You're just dreaming."

He remembers having to do this often for Hyo, the other becoming so use to his voice and touch that he wouldn't even bother with opening his eyes before falling back to sleep.

Jungkook's eyes on the other hand pop open wildly, his chest racing up and down as he breathes loudly. "S-Stop," he heaves, "Stop! Don't fucking touch me," he pushes Jimin away harshly and the smaller freezes in surprise, his eyes wide.

"I'm sorry," his says meekly as Jungkook sits up, one hand running through his hair while the other holds his forehead.

He just curses before apologizing. "No I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you I just... felt overwhelmed is all."

Jimin nods watching as Jungkook sniffles before wiping at his face. Abruptly, he pulls the covers back and gets up, heading out the room without saying a word.

Jimin sits worriedly for a few minutes, not sure if he should follow or just leave the man alone. Due to his reaction at being touched Jimin decides to just leave him alone. He's not sure how Jungkook copes with his nightmares. He knows whenever he has his own it takes a while for him to feel right again and sometimes, when they're extremely bad, he doesn't end up going back to sleep at all.

He expects Jungkook might be the same way, Jimin use to seeing the man looking restless with bags under his eyes way too often.

To his surprise though, Jungkook returns. The older getting in the bed and reaching over to touch Jimin.

Jimin pulls back unsurely, his own brain tired and emotions confused. He feels guilty instantly when Jungkook's face falls, his hand dropping before he turns his back to Jimin once more.

"I'm sorry," Jimin speaks quietly.

He's scared to touch Jungkook again but he does, wrapping his arm around the bigger man's waist and pressing his face into the back of his neck.

He breathes Jungkook's lavender smelling hair in deeply and intertwines their legs.

It takes a long time for Jungkook to relax but once he finally does Jimin speaks softly.

"During my missions, I was more or so... chosen to let my squad use me for their own relief."

Jungkook tenses again yet Jimin just continues, his thumb caressing the man's skin and the passion scratches along his back.

"I say more or so because I didn't really do anything to stop them. I think somewhere deep within I wanted to be wanted and touched so I didn't fight them. I realized quickly that it was nothing like that though. They didn't want me for me, they wanted my body. And it hurt, it hurt so much but I liked the pain. It reminded me that I could still feel things."

Jimin smiles sadly as he thinks of Hyo, his eyes welling with tears and voice becoming full.

"Most of the men were cruel and unnecessarily rough but one man in particular... he was gentle. He made sure to always use me last in order to make sure I released. He didn't even tease me when I came from the pleasure of another man in me. He didn't tease me when he caught me looking at the other men either. In fact, he started finding me often when everyone was asleep and we..." Jimin flushes, "well you know."

Jungkook snorts at that and Jimin smiles shyly, pushing his nose deeply in the man's neck.

"I ended up falling in love with him and I believe he loved me too. Unfortunately... he was scared. So scared that he hurt me deeply."

Jimin frowns as he continues. "When he died I didn't know how to feel. I have more nightmares remembering his love than I do the war. It scares me... the idea of falling like that again only to be left alone and heartbroken."

Jungkook turns around finally at that, his gaze open and hand gentle when he cups Jimin's face.

Jimin doesn't flinch this time as he slowly wipes the single tear away from his eye before leaning in to kiss him.

It's soft and sweet, Jungkook pulling away and pressing their foreheads together.

"I can guarantee that I won't leave you alone but I can't guarantee that I won't break your heart."

Jimin shakes his head even though he's not quite confident. "You won't."

Jungkook closes his eyes with a scoff. "You don't even sound like you believe that."

"Make me believe it. Show me different."

"I can't," Jungkook pulls away and Jimin frowns. "I don't even know myself anymore Jimin. I react off impulse and I do things I end up regretting in anger. I can't promise you that I won't hurt you."

"Let me get to know you then," Jimin insists, pulling him back in. "Let me change your mind."

"How?" Jungkook glares, his eyes full.

"First, stop pushing me away," Jimin glowers painfully. "Whenever you do that it scares me," he admits in a soft scold. "If you just talk to me like this and open up it'll be easier for me to do the same and understand you. Naturally we'll start to trust one another."

Jimin runs a hand through his messy hair, speaking softly. "If you end up trusting me then maybe you won't react so hurtfully towards me."

"Trust is hard," Jungkook says almost petulantly.

"It is," Jimin agrees simply. "But I can try for you if you can try for me?"

Jungkook exhales sharply, his eyes clenching shut as his forehead falls into Jimin's chest.

"Can you try for me? Please?"

Jungkook nods once and Jimin smiles softly, kissing his forehead.

Things get a bit easier. Jimin learns that Jungkook's nightmares are a constant reoccurrence and the reason why he drinks so much.

He never heard them before because he was way upstairs. Side by side, he's awoken multiple times throughout the week due to Jungkook's thrashing or crying.

He still doesn't like to be touched right away but eventually he allows Jimin when the younger reassures him that everything is going to be okay.

He doesn't usually scream, but one night he does. It shakes Jimin so bad that he's scared to even touch the older.

He does and Jungkook sobs so hard that Jimin can't fall back to sleep even once the older finally does.

He never goes into depth about his dreams when Jimin asks if he wants to talk about them. Most of the nightmares are usually about the war and his wife.

The ones that aren't, and they're usually the worst, are about his child being killed rather than dying from illness or being left alone.

Jimin's never sure what to say in order to soothe the major so instead he just holds him tighter.

It always seems to help, Jungkook no longer seeking out the comfort of a cigarette or a beer when he has Jimin to solace him.

Jungkook still has his days were he just isn't the most pleasant. Jimin's working his way around getting use to them. It's usually the days after he's had a nightmare. He's more quiet and easily angered, the days less social.

Jimin often worries at first but then somewhere in the day Jungkook kisses him and Jimin has to remind himself that it's not him that the older's displeased with.

He tells himself that this is apart of learning Jungkook and his ways. He'll talk when he's ready and more than often he does as if he hasn't been quiet for the majority of the day. It's troubling at first but evidently, Jimin learns, that it's just him.

The days pass and they move on then.

Jimin's own nightmares are less frequent but they still happen.

Jungkook tells him that he doesn't thrash or scream, he just trembles like he's cold and whimpers.

All it takes usually is Jungkook holding him close and he's able to fall back asleep. On the nights that he can't, when the dreams shake him to the core and make him physically hurt he needs something more.

He needs Jungkook to take him over and over until all he can feel is the older's release inside, pleasure, and nothing else.

They spend the new year at Jee's house where Jimin and Jungkook are introduced to Jee's neighbors Boa, Chungsun, and their daughter, Wheein, who's a year younger than Jimin.

Jee insinuated before they came over that she would like for Taehyung to court the girl. Unfortunately, the lad just brushed his aunt off by saying he was too young to settle.

Luckily for Taehyung, Wheein seems to be absolutely infatuated with Jimin. The private only bowed in hello yet she can barely take her eyes off of him for some reason — even going as far as to sit next to him on the couch when Taehyung abruptly leaves in order to avoid speaking to her.

Jimin guesses he could understand why the other goes out of his way to avoid her. It's not like she's an ugly girl or anything... she's just maybe not the prettiest either.

Nonetheless, Jimin has no interests in her beady eyes or small teeth so he speaks to her politely when she starts a conversation with him.

She seems extremely delighted, her eyes lighting up and cheeks warming as she rants about something Jimin eventually stops paying attention to.

He's can't help it and he's slightly overwhelmed after the girls dad seems to notice and sends him an encouraging smile.

Jungkook watches from where he sits at the coffee table playing games with Seung, Hea and her father. His gaze is hard and steady — his expression especially displeased whenever Wheein touches him while talking. This only makes Jimin more nervous. He fumbles over his words while talking to the girl and often forgets what he’s saying as he's saying it.

She only laughs in amusement, her captivation seemingly growing as she kindly asks Jimin to get her something to drink.

Jimin looks to Jungkook then and the older's eyes narrow slightly as if he's warning Jimin not to do it. Seung obliviously smirks his way and Hea holds back a laugh, everyone clearly eavesdropping as he hesitantly goes to stand.

He avoids Jungkook and the girl's father's gaze as he leaves the room, sighing in relief once he's out the hallway.

When Jimin enters the kitchen he's glaring, nearly bumping into the running twins as Taehyung immediately notes him and laughs.

"What's wrong Jimin-ah?" Jee asks heedlessly, her hands mixing delicious smelling kimchi.

Jimin doesn't offer her an honest response since the girl's mother stands there helping with dinner and smiling kindly.

He shakes his head, Sooya speaking nonchalantly before he can respond. "Wheein is talking him to death."

Jimin's eyes widen but to his surprise Boa and Jee only laugh. Jee calls out to her nephew then, "Yah! Go in there and talk to your future wife!"

Taehyung whines loudly, holding Hea and Seung's daughter, Mee, on his hip. "Wheein doesn't like me and I don't like her auntie! Stop trying to force us to talk!"

Jee sighs and Yoonah giggles, patting her mother's shoulder. "He'll settle down one day mother. As for Wheein, she pretty but kind of chatty. It's not a bad thing but," Yoonah looks at Boa gently before looking over at Jimin. She smiles knowingly. "Jiminie here is kind of quiet so they might not make a great match either," she explains sheepishly.

Boa nods in understanding while Jimin smiles gratefully.

He feels somewhat guilty as he takes in Yoonah, her appearance especially pretty today seeing as she knew she'd be seeing Jungkook. The last couple of times Jimin saw her at the market her gaze was wide and hopeful when she greeted him.

She said hi to Jimin too of course but her focus was clearly on Jungkook.

Little does she know, Jungkook will never be interested in her and it's all Jimin's fault. He feels horrible now as she, unknowingly, comes to his defense.

"That's why Sooya and Jiminie would be perfect for one another! Sooya is outgoing but knows when to shut up!"

"Mom!" Sooya cries in embarrassment, Boa and Jee sharing a laugh.

Jimin can only force a smile. He knows Sooya is interested in him but he thinks it's more of a pressure thing than a romantic one.

She wants a nice, healthy, hardworking husband and Jimin seems like the perfect fit so she's forcing herself to like him.

Jimin couldn't blame her.

He walks over to Taehyung and pulls him aside. "You gotta help me, Jungkook's upset."

Taehyung's eyes widen at that, his smirk almost comical as he starts a bit too loudly, "So I was right, you two are fuc—"

Jimin shushes him with wide eyes, his face flushing as he looks at Mee who stares in between them with even wider  eyes.

Taehyung smiles at her sweetly before bending over and placing her down. "Go on, go play Mee."

She pouts, seemingly about to cry until Sooya calls her over to eat. She waddles away happily then.

"I wanted to tell you then at the market but I wasn't really sure."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Sure that you two were fucking?"

Jimin snorts. "No. I wasn't sure that he wanted me for anything other... than that."

"And what about now? Are you two..." Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows teasingly. "Lovers?"

Jimin flushes. "Well I guess you could call it that."

Taehyung smiles giddily before he huffs in fake annoyance. "Well in that case, I guess I could help you out then. Jungkook's a natural brooder so if he's pissed off it can't possibly lead to anything good."

Jimin smiles gratefully, explaining how the girl asked for something to drink.

Jimin hides out until dinner in the kitchen. He surprisingly busies himself by playing with Mee, Sooya holding the baby out for him once she decides she's had enough.

The baby is shockingly fond of him despite his poor attempts at peekaboo and awkward smiling.

When dinner is called Jungkook takes in him holding the baby with an amused smile. Jimin smiles back, Mee leaning in to basically eat his face.

Hea and Seung coo at the sight, Hea thankfully saving Jimin from anymore baby drool only to kiss him on the cheek in thanks for babysitting.

Jimin blushes and makes his way to the dining table where everyone else has already begun to sit. Jimin looks to Jungkook and frowns when he notes Yoonah sitting on one side of him and Chungsun on the other.

He surprises himself when he sits in between one of the twins and Sooya, Jee not so discreetly cheesing at the sight.

Jimin pays her no mind. Instead, he nearly groans when Yong or Wook (Jimin still can't tell them apart) scoots over in order to make room for Wheein.

She smiles at Jimin and he tightly smiles back, Sooya snorting as she sneakily begins to eat dinner.

Taehyung comes in last and Jimin doesn't hide the way he glowers. The taller just smiles apologetically before taking a seat at the end next to Seung.

Jee starts dinner with a prayer before telling everyone to dig in.

Jimin goes to make his plate when both Sooya and Wheein offer.

Sooya's eyes narrow at the girl and she narrows her own back, glaring.

"Um it's fine," Jimin says cautiously. "I can make my own."

"Nonsense," Sooya scolds reaching out for the kettle of Makgeolli. "I'm trying to be more lady like oppa."

"In that case, I should be the one to pour it for him," Wheein complains, her hand grabbing the handle.

Seung and Taehyung snigger at the commotion, Wheein's mother telling her to settle down while Jee laughs. "Yah, don't give Jiminie a heart attack now."

Jimin looks up to find Jungkook, frowning when he sees the man immersed in conversation with Yoonah.

Jimin is too busy watching the pair that he gasps in shock — completely caught off guard — when the girls spill the liquid in the kettle all over his turtleneck.

"Sorry Jimin-ssi!" Wheein cries, face quickly turning red as she rushes to grab a napkin.

Sooya cringes, hand still on the kettle. "Shit oppa, my bad."

"Sooya!" Hea reprimands, everyone at the table laughing or trying not to.

Taehyung quickly stands and comes to a flustered Jimin's rescue.

"Come, I'll lend you another shirt."

Jimin follows Taehyung out of the dining room and up the stairs to his room. The taller hands him a knitted sweater before offering to switch sweats.

Jimin nods gratefully, removing his wet turtleneck and pulling on the sweater before following Taehyung out the room.

When they come back down, Jimin takes Taehyung's seat and he takes Jimin's. Jimin begins to eat so he doesn't initially notice everyone staring at him until he looks up to grab his drink.

His eyes widen, everyone, including Taehyung, staring at him with shocked, crestfallen, or curious eyes. Jimin flushes, wondering why?

The only person who doesn't seem to be looking at him is Jungkook, the man only noting him when Yoonah stops talking along with everyone else.

His gaze follows hers to him and drops down to Jimin's neck. Jimin instantly remembers why he chose to wear a turtleneck for dinner — his neck having been covered in hickeys.

"Oh Jiminie?" Jee starts, actually sounding hesitant for once. "Are you seeing someone then?"

Jimin just blushes even harder, one of his hands unconsciously coming up in an attempt to hide his neck.

"Or did you have a pre start on celebrating?" Seung jokes teasingly, nudging him.

Hea slaps his shoulder but she's trying not to laugh. "Yah, leave him alone."

"I—" Jimin's eyes find Jungkook's hard gaze and luckily before he can decide on what to say Hea continues.

"You don't have to answer that. Yah, mom! Leave Jimin-ah alone!"

"Hey! I just want to know who the lucky girl is!" Jee insists, stuffing her mouth dispiritedly.

"It's not Sooya or Wheein that's for sure," Taehyung jokes and both the girls whine, Sooya hitting his arm.

"It must be a vampire," one of the twins say and Jimin nearly melts in humiliation when everyone burst out laughing.

Even Jungkook's smirking and Jimin meets his gaze shyly, the older's eyes promising.

That night as they leave Jimin watches Jungkook pull Yoonah to the side, the girl having fetched them leftovers tonight instead of Sooya.

Jimin knows the younger is disappointed — her and Wheein both seeing as neither tried to talk to him for the remainder of the night.

Jimin couldn't really find it in him to care, his gaze often stuck on how much attention Jungkook was showing Yoonah the entire night.

Even now as Jimin waits in the car he watches them speaks, Jungkook holding the left overs as he talks lowly.

Yoonah seemed elated all night by how much he was speaking to her, Jimin overhearing Jee tell Boa that she's already planning the wedding.

Jimin frowns in remembrance and watches discouragingly as Yoonah's shy smile slowly falls. Jimin wonders what Jungkook's saying to her when suddenly she looks over at him.

Jimin freezes, her eyes only on him momentarily before she looks back at Jungkook. She nods and tries to smile but it doesn't reach her eyes.

She says goodnight to him then, her gaze flittering back over to Jimin as soon as Jungkook starts towards the car.

She softly waves and Jimin waves back, suddenly feeling at fault as he watches her eyes uncontrollably swell up.

She turns back to the house before Jimin can see any tears fall, one of her hands going up to swipe her face.

Jungkook gets in the car, his body leaning over Jimin in order to place the food down.

Jimin speaks quietly. "She was crying, what did you say to her?"

Jungkook starts the car before he responds. He admits a bit too nonchalantly. "That you and I are together so I would never court her."

Jimin's eyes widen, he looks over at Jungkook incredulously although he knows that Yoonah deserved the truth.

Jungkook snorts, noticing the look. "Don't worry, she's not the type to gossip. Taehyung on the other hand..."

Jimin flushes in embarrassment, Jungkook side eyeing him teasingly as he begins to back up.

When they get home Jimin's not surprised that Jungkook wants him. Although he engaged with Yoonah for the majority of the night (Jimin now understands it was so he could soften the blow) his eyes were full of hunger whenever they landed on Jimin.

Jimin flushes as he pulls off Taehyung's sweater, Jungkook's hands helping before caressing up and down his waist.

He begins kissing along Jimin's neck, his voice husky when he starts to speak. "We let everyone know that you're mine without even having to say a word."

Jimin smiles shyly, the major's tongue licking a strip up Jimin's neck before finding his ear. He nips Jimin's lobe as he speaks. "Want you to watch yourself tonight. See how pretty you look when you're being fucked by my cock."

Jimin blushes deeply, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as Jungkook's hands start removing his trousers and briefs.

Jimin slips out of them before turning around to help Jungkook undress. He pulls off the man's jacket and flannel before helping him with his wife beater. When he gets to Jungkook's jeans he leans up to kiss him once before trailing downwards, his lips kissing wetly along the man's skin.

He sucks along Jungkook's neck, leaving his own love bites behind and relishing in the way that Jungkook's breath hitches and his eyes glaze over with need.

He moves on to his chest and does the same, sucking and biting along the smooth skin before going lower.

He takes one of Jungkook's dark nipples in his mouth then and bites teasingly before wrapping his lips around and sucking.

Jungkook swallows hard, Jimin doing the same to the other before continuing on. He kisses and sucks along Jungkook's abs and then his happy trail, his hands pulling down Jungkook's jeans and briefs all at once.

He wastes no time with wrapping his lips around Jungkook's leaking head and sucking. The taste sweet from the amount of oranges Jungkook's been eating in the morning.

The older groans quietly, his eyes not leaving Jimin's face as the smaller takes his erect cock deep into his wet mouth.

He swallows, Jungkook's hands finding his hair as he moans around him. The sound reverberates and Jungkook twitches down his throat, Jimin pulling back up only to spit a line of drool down Jungkook's cock.

He follows it with his lips and begins to bob his head then, using the spit and precum to his advantage every time he deep throats.

Jungkook breathes heavily as he watches, his hand gripping Jimin's hair tightly when he slowly begins to fuck the smaller's mouth.

"You look pretty even with your mouth stuffed full with my cock," Jungkook says, his voice raspy and breathless.

Jimin whimpers, one of Jungkook's thumb caressing his cheek when Jimin begins to gag, the major holding him down at the base of his cock. He reaches down to grasp his own leaking member then when Jungkook pulls him off harshly.

"No, I didn't say you could touch yourself did I?"

Tears fill Jimin's eyes and he looks up at Jungkook pleadingly. He shakes his head the best that he can, a lone tear slipping down his face.

"Come on and stand. Gonna fuck you real good."

Jungkook let's his hair go and he stands with shaky legs.

He watches then as Jungkook pulls over the large full length mirror and places it before the bed.

"Get on the bed and lay on your stomach facing the mirror."

Jimin does as he's told and watches as Jungkook walks past him to grab the bottle of oil on the dresser.

He gets on the bed and Jimin watches through the mirror as he gets in between his legs. He pours some of the oil in one hand before slapping Jimin's thigh softly.

"Ass up, arch your back."

Jimin flushes but listens once more, one of Jungkook's hands roaming up his thighs to his ass while the other lathers his already wet cock.

He squeezes Jimin's cheek and thumbs at his hole, Jimin wanting to hide his face in embarrassment but forcing himself to watch.

Jungkook leans down then and takes Jimin by surprise when he starts tonguing at his hole, the smaller's eyes widening as he watches through the mirror.

He moans in both shock and pleasure, his grip on sheets tight as he allows Jungkook to start fucking him with his tongue.

He does it for a few long minutes before Jimin starts begging. "Please, please fuck me. Wanna feel you already."

Jungkook ignores him and Jimin whines, pushing his ass back for more.

Jungkook's hand comes down on his cheek and he mewls pathetically, Jungkook nipping at his hole before tonguing and sucking some more.

It's only when Jimin's thighs start to quiver does he finally pull away. He lifts his oily hand then and rubs the excess into Jimin's skin, his fat lobes now shiny and jiggling obscenely when Jungkook squeezes them before letting go.

He adjust Jimin's hips, his gaze dark and lust filled in the mirror when he grips Jimin's ass again.

He scoots closer then, the tip of his heavy cock slowly pressing in. Jimin gasps silently, his eyes going to close when Jungkook tsks.

"Watch."

Jimin sobs in embarrassment, his eyes opening to watch the way Jungkook's cock pushes in and stretches deeply.

He moans brokenly, his thighs still shaking as Jungkook pulls out before slamming back in.

He groans, his face twisting in pleasure as he holds his cock inside of Jimin deeply.

Jimin eventually whimpers, the pressure on his prostate too much that he presses his face into the sheet and cries.

Jungkook snatches him up by the hair with one hand, his grip tight and voice authoritative when he speaks. "Watch."

Jimin sobs, Jungkook letting go of his hair in order to hold his hips. He pulls out before thrusting back in again, the angle so intense that Jimin already feels overwhelmed.

He begins to plunge into the smaller then, his knees pushing Jimin's own apart further as he takes him apart little by little.

"Look at you, look at how well you swallow me," Jungkook praises, Jimin's ass clapping off of his dick with every harsh thrust.

Jimin doesn't even attempt to speak, his moans choked and broken as Jungkook fucks him hard.

"Only me Jimin. Only I can give it to you like this. Nobody else and especially not Wheein. I saw the way she looked at you... the way she touched you. It pissed me off but I had to remind myself," one of Jungkook's hands find his neck again, he lifts Jimin's head when it begins to lower, his eyes rolling. "She can't fuck you the way you need."

Jungkook presses him down into the bed then, his chest meeting Jimin's back as he fucks him into oblivion.

Jimin sobs loudly, his toes curling and body convulsing when the orgasm rips out of him. He claws at the sheets yet Jungkook doesn't stop, his hips slamming down so hard that the sound echoes around the room.

"There you go, get it out baby. Just like that," Jungkook encourages as Jimin gasps and heaves, his thighs spreading and hand coming up to clutch Jungkook's around his neck.

"Look at you," Jungkook whispers against his ear, his own eyes blinking languidly in pleasure as he watches Jimin through the mirror. "So fucking beautiful, so pretty taking my cock like this. Keep coming for me."

Jimin flushes, barely able to moan when another orgasm fights it way through. "J-Jungkook—" he begs yet Jungkook only presses in deeper, his hips gyrating as he begins sucking the back of Jimin's neck.

Jimin wails when he gets his senses back, Jungkook slamming in once, then twice before he's finally stilling, his cum shooting deep.

Jimin trembles, Jungkook's body shuddering as he moans breathlessly.

He kisses Jimin's neck a few times before pulling out slowly.

"You okay?" He laughs, Jimin's body jerking a few times from the over stimulation.

He pushes Jungkook's arm softly before leaning up to kiss him. Jungkook kisses back easily, Jimin hiding his face in the older's neck when he speaks. "I think I love you too."

Jungkook is quiet for a moment before snorting, his voice dry. "You saying that because you mean it or because I fucked your brains out?"

Jimin flushes. He pulls back and smiles bashfully. "Both."

Jungkook smiles suddenly too, his own face getting warmer as he leans in to kiss Jimin again.

Jimin thinks it's going to be sweet and soft but Jungkook's kisses him passionately, his hands reaching down to grabs Jimin's thighs.

He pulls the smaller on top him, his large hands squeezing handfuls of Jimin's ass.

Jimin breathes heavily against his lips at the feeling of his reawakening cock.

"I'm gonna fuck you all night," Jungkook promises and Jimin throws his head back to gasp, the tip of the older's cock pressing in.

"Wow, just saw Jungkook's neck. Good job, he looks like he got attacked by a team of mosquitos or something."

Jimin laughs, arranging the straw in the bed of the truck as his eyes flicker over to where Jungkook's trading eggs.

Everyone's been looking at him in the market today, trying to put two and two together — wondering who broody ol' Jungkook is seeing.

Jimin wishes he could just walk up and kiss the other but refrains from doing so for obvious reasons.

"I have bad news though," Taehyung sighs, this catching Jimin's attention. "Good news too kind of but also bad. Which one do you want first?"

Jimin's eyebrows furrow, he decides he might as well hear the good news first. "The good."

"My friend at the post office wants to court Yoonah and surprisingly she's interested!" Taehyung smiles happily.

"That's good to hear Taehyung, she deserves to be happy," Jimin nods before sighing, "And the bad?"

Taehyung's face falls into a grin expression, he frowns. "My friend at the post office said Jungkook's ex wife is still writing him. He hasn't accepted any of the letters but I still thought I'd let you know."

Jimin hums, not sure what to think or how to feel about that. He thanks Taehyung for telling him just as Jungkook walks over.

"Hey, Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook nods, placing a large bag of grain in the bed of the trunk. "Taehyung, how are you?"

"Better now that I've seen your handsome face."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at the other, a small smirk appearing on his face. He does look good, much better these days seeing as he hasn't been drinking as much as before. His skin is glowing and his hair is thriving despite the small specs of gray. The bags under his eyes are nearly nonexistent, making his eyes look much more lively.

Jimin doesn't realize he's staring until Jungkook looks over at him and winks, his hand grasping Jimin's and thumbing gently.

Taehyung, stutters in shock.

"W-Wow, did I just witness Jungkook flirting?"

Jimin flushes, Jungkook letting go to ruffle the tall boy's hair before pushing up the bed of the trunk.

"We're off Taehyung."

"Next weekend I don't have work! Can I stay with you two? I'll help tend the ranch!"

"Sure," Jungkook says easily, before adding slyly, "if you don't mind listening to us fuck."

Jimin's eyes widen as he flushes, Taehyung's face paling. "Okay yeah, never mind. I guess I'll stay at home."

Jungkook snickers and Jimin smiles sheepishly, hugging the taller with one arm before waving and getting in the truck.

"See ya, Taehyung."

Taehyung waves brightly, the car pulling off.

As they pull up into the driveway Jimin immediately notices someone waiting at their front door.

Jungkook's eyes narrow, his head poking out of the driver window to examine the figure. His eyes sharpen in recognition, his hand swiftly turning off the car before hopping out

Jimin's eyes widen as he slams the door before stomping over.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asks loudly and Jimin takes that as his que to follow.

He gets out of the car more quietly, his eyes doubling in size as takes in the woman from Jungkook's picture.

She's prettier in person, her eyes catlike and hair cut shorter now. She notes him only momentarily before speaking, her voice calm and somewhat deep for a woman. "Hello to you too Jungkook. Who's this?"

"Why are you here?" Jungkook asks again instead and she sighs, a long bag at her feet.

"You weren't responding to any of my letters and I wanted to come home," Jimin watches the way her eyes trail the love bites along her ex husband's neck in distaste. "I missed you."

Jungkook doesn't respond right away and Jimin can't see his whole face yet he notes the way his jaw tightens.

"I can't fucking do this," Jungkook says eventually before turning back to his truck and snatching up the bag of grain.

Jimin notes his void expression as he walks past him without a word, slamming the gate to the ranch on his way.

Jimin stands, uncertain of whether he should follow or not as the man's wife takes him in again suddenly. "I'm Jeon Nayeon," she says with an inquiring gaze, "we haven't met have we?"

Jimin blinks, shaking his head before turning back to the truck. He wasn't sure what to do. This woman hurt Jungkook horribly so he kind of doesn't want to talk to her yet then again, he knows she must have had her own reasons for doing what she did as well.

Jimin's overall conflicted and he wants to groan. But first he decides that he should probably talk to Jungkook and see what the major's thinking — even though he's sure the older would most likely not want to talk right now.

Jimin picks up the armful of straw and makes his way through the gate as well, Jungkook's ex wife's gaze watching him the whole time.

When he gets to the barn he notes Jungkook pacing and arranging things just to keep busy.

"You okay?" Jimin asks, placing down the straw in a corner.

"'M fine," Jungkook's grunts but he doesn't look at Jimin and his hands are shaking.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jimin tries again. He feels anxious as he watches Jungkook closely.

He still sometimes expects the older to go off on him but surprisingly he just responds dryly. "There isn't much to talk about is there? She's fucking here."

"Do you want her to be here?" Jimin asks after a moment.

Jungkook finally looks at him and his face is unreadable when he scoffs. "Why would you ask me that? You know I don't."

"I don't know anything Jungkook," Jimin admits softly. "Instead of talking about things you push them away and ignore them. You push me away. Sometimes I have no clue what you're thinking and most times I'm too scared to ask."

Jungkook stares at him hard, his body rigid as Jimin continues.

"It's normal if you miss her," he says, a bit sad at that idea. "I'll understand if you want to be with her. She was your wife."

Jungkook just keeps staring at him, Jimin staring back blankly until he notes Jungkook's eyes glazing over.

"I'm just saying I—"

"You don't want to be with me anymore, is that it?" Jungkook cuts him off angrily. "You wanna leave?"

Jimin's eyebrows furrow and he starts for the other before stopping, Jungkook turning away sharply.

Jimin watches him rub at his eyes when he speaks genuinely, coming up behind the other to touch him. "No. Jungkook I'm just—"

"You just what!" Jungkook shouts, turning to him with the most pitifully furious expression.

Jimin's heart stutters in his chest and his blood rushes. He looks up at the other and speaks gently, his hands reaching up to cup Jungkook's face. "I just want to know what's going on. I told you I love you so don't push me away. Especially not when we've gotten this far."

Jungkook scoffs. "You didn't tell me you love you me. You said you think. There's a difference."

"And what about you? You said the same."

Jungkook stares at him emptily. He speaks with so much dejection that it makes Jimin physically ache. "It wouldn't matter how I feel, you're just gonna leave me like everyone else."

Jimin frowns deeply, dropping his hands. "That's not true."

Jungkook snorts, expression not changing.

Jimin swallows tightly. "You don't trust me?"

Jungkook answers easily. "I don't even trust myself."

The "no" is unsaid but Jimin feels it anyways. He tries not to let his face fall anymore no matter how hurt he suddenly feels. "Well, I do. I trust you and I told you plenty of times already that I'm not going anywhere."

"Right," Jungkook nods, expressionless and disbelieving, "she said the same thing."

"I'm not her," Jimin finally snaps, "so stop comparing us. I love you for you despite your temper and bad moods. Despite the days I wish you'd just tell me what's wrong and know you have someone to talk to. I love you even when I can't stand when you push me away or shut me out. I love you and I won't leave you. But please Jungkook," he pleads, tears filling his own eyes, "you told me you'd try."

Jungkook's stoic expression crumbles, his lips tight and wavering as he admits softly, "I didn't know she was coming."

"I know, I know you didn't," Jimin nods, his hands finding Jungkook's.

Jungkook drops his head onto his shoulder and speaks brokenly. "I can't even look at her Jimin."

"I know but you have to talk to her and let her know why."

"I don't even want her here."

"I know," Jimin caresses his nape.

They stand like that for a few minutes before Jungkook pulls away. He reaches up to hold Jimin's face and smiles softly. "I'm sorry, I love you too."

Jimin feels his stomach flutter as Jungkook leans in to kiss him then. It's short and sweet, the older pulling away with a huff as he fixes his gaze out the door and towards the house.

"Come with me?" He asks and Jimin nods, Jungkook pulling him along by his hand and back towards the gate.

Nayeon stands exactly where they left her, her face a bit more downcast and worried than previously.

Jimin kind of feels bad when she notes their linked hands, her expression morphing from confusion to realization and then finally hurt.

"We'll speak inside," Jungkook tells her before going to open the door.

She just nods, her sad stare lingering on Jimin.

They sit in the living room, Jimin excusing himself with starting dinner in order to give them a bit of privacy.

The first thing he hears Nayeon say is, "I was being unreasonable, let's start over and try again."

Jungkook scoffs. "You know very well we can't do that."

"Why not?" She questions immediately, her voice then getting low. "Is it because of him? Are you and him..."

She trails of as if she can't even finish the thought — as if she can't believe it. Jimin nearly snorts, grabbing some vegetables and a knife.

"Yes and no."

"That doesn't make sense Jungkook."

"Let me make it clear then," he sneers. "I would never be with you again even if he weren't in the picture."

"Jungkook," her voice cracks, "that's not fair, you know why I left. You— you went nuts after we lost him. The drinking, the hallucinations, the nightmares — I couldn't do it."

"You abandoned me Nayeon. You hurt me. I came home expecting to see the only person I had left and you weren't here."

"I was scared!" She shouts. "You weren't yourself before you left! I wasn't even sure if you'd come back!"

"I always come back!" Jungkook defends as if that's something she should know by now.

Based on the amount of medals he has Jimin thinks it's a justifiable reaction. Nonetheless, he knows even the most skilled can lose their lives in battle.

Despite that, in this case in particular, he knows Nayeon isn't saying it because she didn't think Jungkook was skilled enough. She's saying it because she didn't think he was sane enough.

Her next words confirm Jimin's thoughts.

"Yes and worse in the head each time!" She argues loudly. "It'd been months since he died and you wouldn't get over it!"

"And what about you! You acted like nothing happened! You got over it too soon!"

"How could you say that!" She scoffs. "I did not! I'm still not over it! I'm just not crazy about it like you!"

Jungkook doesn't respond right away, the room suddenly quiet and Jimin's nervous chopping too loud.

When he finally speaks his voice is unnaturally calm. "Get out."

"Jungkook—"

"Get out! Get out of my fucking house! Now!"

"Please Jungkook," she pleads. "Don't act like a child, you know I— I have no where to go if you read my letters."

"That's not my problem."

"Please! Jungkook don't do this," Jimin hears what sounds like her getting up from the couch. "Let's just talk it out calmly and work on fixing things," her voice is shaky and desperate. "The next baby I give you will be healthy so we won't have these problems. And I'll be a better wife, I will—"

"You're sick," Jungkook scoffs. "You offend my lover and you offend me."

Jimin feels his chest both clench and warm, his emotions all over the place.

"He can't give you another baby nor can he love you like I do!"

"You're wrong," Jungkook says with so much venom in his voice that it gives Jimin goosebumps. "He loves me better than you ever could. Better than anyone has."

"Jungkook," she sobs. "You don't mean that. You're not serious."

Jungkook continues easily. "And I love him."

She sobs and Jimin hears a bit of ruffling.

"Don't touch me— don't fucking touch me Nayeon," He hears Jungkook stand up from his chair, the sound of Nayeon's crying loud and pathetic. "Please go now. You don't want to miss the bus."

Jimin hears Jungkook entering the kitchen then. He looks over when the older stops at the fridge, Jimin assuming he must need a drink (or maybe a few).

He doesn't open the fridge though, instead his hands grip the handles tightly and he presses his forehead against the door.

He sighs, long and stressful before suddenly turning to Jimin and pulling him into a hug.

"I'm sorry," he says when Jimin drops the knife on the counter in surprise. "I just need—"

His voice cracks as the front door slams shut, Jimin holding him tightly as he breaks down and cries.

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize. You can hug me for as long as you need."

"Okay," Jungkook nods.

"You did well. Sometimes there's only so much you can do."

"She said I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy," Jimin pulls away to cup his face. "Hey, you are not crazy. You had just came home from the war and you lost your child. That would drive any sane person mad."

"She didn't even care Jimin, she acted like he was easily replaceable. Like he was just an accessory."

Jimin frowns, allowing him to continue as hot tears stream down his face.

"But he was our child Jimin. He was my baby and I loved him."

Jimin nods sadly before pulling him back in. "I know. I know you did. It'll be okay love, you'll be okay."

That night Jimin holds Jungkook to sleep and watches him closely. He almost never smiles in his sleep but on this day he smiled sweetly, a soft giggle falling from his lips and the name, "Junsu."

"You slept well last night," Jimin tells him softly over breakfast.

It's weird seeing Jungkook actually eat breakfast but he's been doing it lately — his portions usually small but there nonetheless.

Jungkook hums, chewing some eggs. "I felt refreshed when I woke up this morning."

Jimin smiles softly before adding hesitantly. "You smiled in your sleep. I've never seen you do that."

Jungkook snorts. "Am I usually angry looking?"

"Yes," Jimin admits before correcting. "Well sometimes, more troubled if anything."

Jungkook narrows his eyes playfully. "How often do you watch me sleep?"

"Only when I can't sleep or just as often as you watch me."

Jungkook chuckles softly, smirking at him. "Touché."

"You said a name too," Jimin continues.

Jungkook hums in question.

"Junsu."

Jungkook goes still. He looks at Jimin and suddenly smiles after a moment, his nod slow as he remembers. "Yeah..." he says calmly, "I dreamt of him."

Jimin smiles softly. "Your son?"

"Yeah," Jungkook says.

"What was it about if you don't mind me asking?"

Jungkook eyes soften. "I don't mind."

Jimin's smile reaches a bit more.

"I don't remember every detail but he was my age and I was real old. You were there too and I had more hair than you—"

Jimin punches his shoulder softly, the older laughing.

"I was gifting him the truck that my own dad left me when he died," Jungkook starts quietly and Jimin halts his eating to listen closely.

Jungkook doesn't talk about his parents anymore than Jimin talks about his own — the topic sorrowful — so he knew this was proof of trust and progress.

He understands then too, why Jungkook never upgraded his truck. It was most likely the only item he has left from his own father. It was sacred. 

"Instead of thanking me he just told me that it's not my fault and to let go before getting in. I heard his little laugh as he drove away but that's all I remember."

"And it's not your fault, you know that right?" Jimin says gently.

Jungkook smiles, nodding. "It'll be easier to believe now that he's told me."

Taehyung actually ends up coming over for the weekend, the taller offering well needed laughs and ridiculous conversations.

He's not unfamiliar with ranch life seeing as he's helped Jungkook out before — nonetheless, he still needed to be reminded and shown how to do a lot of things.

It's weird being the one to show him how, Jungkook watching proudly on the sidelines as Jimin instructs Taehyung on how to weed vegetables.

They're leaning against the barn, sipping beers when Taehyung asks nonchalantly. "Have you two ever done it in here before?"

Jimin flushes brightly, Jungkook laughing just as so.

"We tried. Jimin says the barn smell turns him off."

Jimin blanches in remembrance, pushing Jungkook's shoulder. He and Taehyung share a loud laugh, Taehyung nodding.

"Yeah that would be understandable. I heard you have a weak stomach."

Jimin glares at Jungkook who avoids his gaze sheepishly.

And that night Jimin makes sure to ride Jungkook so loud that Taehyung can hear them.

The next morning he has his bag on his shoulder and can barely even meet their gazes.

"Something came up and I gotta leave," he rushes to say, adjusting his bag.

Jungkook and Jimin share a look, both smirking before bursting out laughing.

Taehyung looks between them in slight confusion before realization dawns on his face. He whines in slight disgust. "I knew you two were being loud on purpose! Ugh! How could you do that to me! And for you not to talk as much Jungkook, you sure are loud when you cum!"