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jimin doesn’t notice the sound of his bedroom door slowly creaking open, nor the heavy bare footsteps creeping towards his bed. it’s pitch black throughout the entire park house; at last, the hour hand on the clock ticks past eight, thirty minutes after the children’s appointed bedtime.
for that entire thirty minutes, jimin himself has been sleeping like he’s the baby of the family. this kind of sleep is rare for jimin to have, raising two lively children on his own, precious and oh-so sweet, but just a bit too sprightly for him to keep up with. tonight is one of those “blue moon” nights, where they used up all of their energy during the day and fell asleep right on time, granting jimin the privilege of a full — doctor’s recommendation! — eight hours sleep before he has to wake up early for work.
but, everything good in this world is ephemeral, so count on something to go awry.
jimin’s new boyfriend, also the root of those cumbersome footsteps, must have made a pledge to use that spare key he was given as much as possible, whenever he wants, with no kind of sanction whatsoever. he knows jimin is a hard working parent, deserves to rest more than anyone, but still wakes him up in the middle of his slumber by plopping his firm, colossal body atop his without even trying to warn the poor thing first.
clingy jeon jungkook, jimin calls him.
it’s not jungkook’s fault, though, as he becomes very … absent minded when jimin’s presence comes into view. like the time jungkook tripped over a wet floor sign when jimin visited him at work, wanting to see his pretty boyfriend up close but forgetting the world doesn’t just consist of park jimin and sparkles and dreamy pink clouds. jimin and jungkook’s co-workers had a pleasant laugh that day, all the while checking to see if the boy was okay.
he’s still the same boy five months later, not as clumsy as jimin initially assumed, but his love is still unfathomable to him — unmeasurable, like the deepest parts of the ocean that scientists still have not discovered yet. only jungkook knows how far his love for jimin goes, and since he was never one for eloquent speeches— deems his feelings impossible to put into words— no one else but him will know for a very long time.
but jimin thinks he has some sort of idea. especially when jungkook acts like he can’t live without him, cherishes jimin and his kids like they’re the best thing to ever happen to him. he comes into their home uninvited because even though jimin’s oldest says she has no problem living with jungkook — “he’s so fun! he says yes when i ask him to carry me around, unlike you, eomma,” to which jimin replied, “you’re too big for me to carry, jiwon.” — jimin just needs more time to decide before asking an entirely new man to move in with his children. (so far, there are no known issues, specifically gross habits of any kind, but, jimin’s still anxious.)
and, about the coming over uninvited part, jimin could never be upset about it. he loves jungkook and is delighted to see him any time of the day. even now, when he was sure he was about to get the best sleep of his life since 1995.
(as if good sleep isn’t inevitable after a night with jungkook, but still...)
jimin lies peacefully above his duvet (tonight is a warm one, no need for covers); flat on his stomach, arms folded between his head and the pillow, plumping his pretty facial features. he resembles a sleeping beauty, but his outfit is nowhere near that of a modest princess’s. he’s wearing nothing but a burgundy mini robe, the hem of the sheer fabric already halfway up and over his fat little ass, a mountain rising from the low dip of his back.
jimin still doesn’t budge as jungkook gently slips the robe up his back, baring his ass entirely. he doesn’t move or make a sound until he’s being squished like a pancake, jungkook’s groin pressing down on his ass — actually, no, his entire body weighing down on him. when will jungkook realize he’s too big for this, and it’s not exactly the season to be conjoining bodies?
…or, at least jimin thinks it’s jungkook. this could be anyone, a home burglar, a hitman, the —
“hi, mommy,” the person mumbles in english, in an all too familiar voice, and jimin’s short-termed worriment is instantly depleted. he flushes instead. there’s no mistaking it, this is the one and only jungkook who shamelessly calls him “mommy” in korean accented english from time to time. and by time to time, jimin means every day.
“kook?” jimin gripes, sleepily, exhaustedly. with his name muffled into the pillow, he’s surprised jungkook could hear him.
“mmhm,” jungkook hums in affirmation.
“hi baby.” jimin raises his hand above his head to ruffle it through jungkook’s hair, his new cut so short that he was a little taken aback just now, forgetting he chopped it all off a few days ago.
“you tired?”
“oh, yes,” jimin responds, “had a long day.”
“mm. i’m sorry.”
“it’s alright. ‘m used to it.”
there’s a moment of comfortable silence, jimin almost drifting off to sleep again, and jungkook exhales to break it, causing jimin’s eyes to snap back open.
“wanna make it better for you,” jungkook says slowly. he must be tired from work, too.
“how?”
jungkook’s voice is low and sultry when he says, “y’know,” one of his hands lingering up from jimin’s thigh to hip, fingertips brushing his skin softly.
“i don’t,” jimin replies, blunt.
“yeah, you do.”
“baby, just say it. tell me.” jimin raises his voice, using much of his energy to do so. he’s too sleepy to play the guessing game, the gears in his brain moving as slow as a floating glacier.
jungkook nuzzles the back of jimin’s neck with the dull tip of his nose, emitting sounds tantamount to a kitten’s. “by fucking you,” he purrs, lips brushing against jimin’s lower jaw. his touch is fragile and gentle, but mingled with his words, it’s sensual enough to make him shiver.
“oh,” jimin gasps quietly, “i like that idea.”
(sleepy sex does not sound half bad right now. laying back while jungkook does all the work, allowing jimin to be his pretty pillow princess? sign him up for the annual trial, please.)
a hum of approval rings in his ear, followed by a deep grind from jungkook’s hips, his pants bulge pushing its way between jimin’s thick thighs.
like he was coerced by cock, jimin spreads his legs for jungkook, and promptly, jungkook wastes no time in tugging down his sweatpants, raising his hips a few inches for more leeway.
when the tip of his cock brushes against jimin’s ass, jungkook grabs the opposite cheek, pulling it apart from the other to relieve his rosy pussy lips, fat enough to conceal his labia entirely, resembling a little peach. it’s one of jimin’s insecurities, but jungkook loves to give prominence to it, says it’s so cute just like the rest of him.
jungkook takes his cock in his free hand, fitting the giant thing between jimin’s fat cheeks, rutting and rutting until he’s to full mast. he slithers an arm amid jimin’s lower stomach and the mattress, blindly feeling around his plump pussy, scouting an area he knows all too well: soft, smooth, sticky with wet. jimin had recently done a fresh wax on himself, ridding everything except for the patch of peach fuzz he keeps on his mound. he’s always so sensitive after he shaves, the lightest of touches gets him tingly, has him moaning louder and longer, and jungkook must take notice of this, using his other hand to stuff two bony fingers in jimin’s mouth (can’t have the kids hear him, they don’t even know jungkook is here).
jimin sucks on jungkook’s fingers like a cock, laving them with his tongue, whining as they slowly inch closer to his throat. looking down, he can see the tattoos on jungkook’s knuckles, the dark ink scribbles not even a millimeter away from his pillowy lips.
god, there’s so much going on, a big shift from when he was sleeping so calmly just fifteen minutes ago.
jungkook groans at the sight of jimin underneath him, deepthroating his long fingers pliantly; he’s always pliant, always good for his little boyfriend.
“mm,” jungkook croons, making eye contact with jimin as he tilts his head up. “you’re wearing this tiny robe and didn’t think i was gonna fuck you ‘til you pass out? you look like you’re just begging for me to put it in you.”
“i … please, jungkookie,” jimin murmurs, trying to speak coherently with two fingers on his tongue. he humps back on that thick cock situated between his cheeks, unsuccessful at moving his hips far enough forward for it to slip into the opening of his cunt. jungkook has him trapped.
but luckily, his efforts do not go ignored. “i got you, baby,” jungkook consoles, fingers retreating from jimin’s mouth. “mommy,” he corrects himself, drawing his hips back to prod his fat tip at jimin’s tight asshole, then his pussy, already loosening up a little from the excitement. anticipation.
“ah, fuck,” jimin moans, eyes tearing up for no reason, pussy involuntarily gushing out more slick after jungkook whispers that wretched word in his ear.
and of course he has to mention it, cocky as ever.
“you get so slippery here when i call you mommy,” he says proudly, releasing a weak chuckle that makes jimin’s head spin. again, he burrows his face, twists his fingers into the pillow, enshrouding the visible embarrassment he doesn’t want shown. “why is that? hmm?”
jungkook’s fingers glide up and down his wet cunt to drive his point home. jimin feels something deep inside his abdomen growing hotter, similar to the heat rising to his cheeks.
“i… i don’t know… ” if jimin could curl into a cocoon right now, he would. he’s never been so embarrassed. “it’s the way you say it.”
“mm. so easy to please, mommy,” jungkook whispers, slipping one of his fingers into jimin’s slit, pushing in and out, and although he’s moving agonizingly slow, the thickness of his finger, the feeling of something filling up his empty hole, elicits a pretty whine from the back of jimin’s throat. when jungkook suddenly pulls out, jimin tenses up, pining for it, but jungkook makes restitution to him by rubbing the slick he accumulated from his pussy on his little hardened clit, tender with his touch, with the tiny circles his fingers form. jimin squeals, wriggling underneath jungkook’s larger frame with not much room to move around, like he’s some prey caught in a web. but surely jungkook loves having him struggle like this, pleased by the arrhythmic bump and grind of his ass against that big cock. jimin likes it too, being the cause of the sticky precum pooling in the crevice of his cheeks, the warm sensation enough to make him leak between his legs and onto jungkook’s fingers.
jungkook feels it. his hand could be coated in a thick layer of jimin’s arousal and he would still know when more drips onto it. he always does.
he whispers in jimin’s ear, voice all deep and gravelly, “wet pussy messing up our sheets. i just started touching you.”
“jungkook … ” jimin squeaks, ashamed at how easily wet he gets. still, jungkook rocks back and forth against him, causing even more slick to ooze out.
“yeah?”
jimin gets a random cold shiver through his body as he whines. “don’t tease me so much. please, put it in me,” he begs, so desperate for it, for the first pummel of that fat cock in his needy pussy.
jungkook clicks his tongue, pinching jimin’s clit playfully. “you’re no fun.”
“‘m sorry,” jimin recoils, apologizing under his breath. he feels dejected, not catching the hint of sarcasm in jungkook’s voice.
“baby. i’m not mad at you,” he reassures. “it’s okay, i know you hate being teased. i’ll give you what you want, just wanna hear you beg for it. can you do that for me?”
this is humiliating. jimin is almost ten years older than jungkook yet he’s talking to him like it’s the other way around … jimin would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on, but his natural mother instinct tells him he needs to be in charge at least once.
but, that day can wait, and will clearly not happen any time soon as jungkook lifts jimin up by his chin, coaxing him to answer. “use your words, mommy.”
jimin gazes at him with wide, watery eyes like a puppy’s, so adorable and alluring it would be immoral to scorn him of anything. especially as he sobs, “want jungkookie’s cock,” adding the suffix to his name to purposely twist jungkook’s heart strings.
“mm? you want jungkookie’s cock?” jungkook repeats in a fake, coy tone, like he’s mocking jimin. jimin is too distracted by the cock rubbing between his thighs to tell him off for it.
“mhm,” jimin whines.
“and where do you want it?” jungkook reaches down to grab his gift, making a mess of their fluids as he swipes that rough, bulbous tip through jimin’s pussy lips, slowly, back and forth, as if he still hasn’t earned it yet.
jimin lets out a sharp whimper, neck strained from craning for a few minutes too long. jungkook kisses him during it, eating up those sweet little melodious sounds like they’re his favorite dessert.
as their lips part from the sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, jimin finally gets the chance to answer him. “in my pussy,” he pants.
“in your cute little pussy, yeah?”
“jungkook — ” jimin starts contorting, impatience engulfing him, he can’t take anymore, why doesn’t he just —
jungkook quickly shuts that down, hand sliding from jimin’s chin to his cheek to his temple and then, his hair, his messy blonde bedhead. he curls his fingers around a handful, closing in tight, tighter, and snatches up hard like he would a leash.
“stop moving. be a good mommy for me; answer daddy.”
daddy. it’s not often that jungkook pulls out that name for himself.
jimin is so wet. he can’t feel it somehow, perhaps he’s too sweaty all over, but he knows there’s a big, sticky puddle stained between his legs on the sheets. he’s due for a new gallon of washing detergent if jungkook keeps coming over to fuck him every three days.
“fuck, jungkook, yes, want your big cock in my little pussy, please, daddy,” jimin whines, loud and clear. a bit slurred, but jungkook isn’t looking for perfect pronunciation.
“good … that’s good, baby.” satisfied, jungkook releases jimin’s hair and finally pushes the tip of his cock between those fat little lips, dousing himself in wetness, pussy squelching louder the deeper he reaches.
jimin cries, curling both his fingers and toes, closing his eyes to subdue the stinging pain as jungkook continues to slide in, shoving that giant dick, all nine inches of it in his cunt, so tiny in comparison. not even the experience of childbirth could have numbed him to this intrusion.
jungkook soothes jimin until they’re ass to hip, assuring him that he’s doing so good, taking him so well. that he’s so proud of his mommy, didn’t even have to prep him.
“wait, jungkookie,” jimin moans, the last inch of jungkook squeezing inside him, so thick at the base. they always struggle with this part when they skip the prepping.
“does it hurt?” jungkook asks, pausing. jimin manages a head nudge as a response, whimpering in his drool-ridden pillow. “spread your little cheeks, baby. open your pussy for daddy.”
jimin reaches back for his ass, grabbing tiny handfuls of flesh to spread them apart, his pussy opening wider, too. it makes it easier for jungkook to force what’s left inside, pelvis pushing down on his chubby fingers and shapely ass, plumping it fatter. jimin places his hands back in their self-reserved spot on either side of his head to tug on the pillowcase. he needs something to grasp onto.
“it’s all in,” jungkook says, leaning down to jimin’s neck. he noses just below his undercut, leaving a small trail of kisses down to the middle, where the little mole on his nape lies. and, as if jungkook were a human furnace, jimin melts to his touch.
“i know … so deep … ” jimin drawls cutely.
“but you like it deep. you like feeling me all the way in your stomach.”
“mmhm — ” jimin agrees, having been desirous of this since jungkook first gave him that rude awakening. it’s so like jungkook to get things done his way all the time. he’s lucky jimin is complaisant, but only for him, only for jungkook. will be on his best behavior for just a fraction of cock.
“what a slutty mommy,” jungkook breathes in his ear, beginning to draw his hips back, almost sliding that thick dick out of jimin’s cunt if it weren’t for his mushroomlike tip, their saving grace, because jungkook could not handle jimin when something he needs so desperately gets taken away from him. but they won’t have to worry about that tonight.
jimin gasps as jungkook thrusts forward, hard, pure muscle slamming against his fat behind, thighs and cheeks rippling from the strong impact. jimin can feel it, it’s so filthy, the way his flesh jiggles each time jungkook pounds into him, but the sounds, even filthier, those wet, noisy smacks, has him leaking all over jungkook’s cock, and will until he’s pulling out completely.
jungkook situates himself on his knees, legs fenced around jimin’s, adjusting to a position that allows him more movement and stability. most importantly, it’s easier to pin jimin down like this, to wrap his hands around his thin waist and fuck into him like a cocksleeve.
the briefest, cutest little moans leave jimin’s lips, synchronous to jungkook slamming his cock into him, to the sound of his balls slapping his pussy. jimin pushes back on it, needy, canting his ass up to take jungkook even deeper on the return. a low groan comes from behind him, and soon after, two giant hands are caressing his cheeks, palming his entire ass. one hand goes missing for a few seconds, comes back unexpectedly, harshly, a stinging spank so loud it might have woke one of the kids, jolting jimin forward with a close-mouthed whine.
jungkook massages that cheek to soothe it, to rub the red away, and simultaneously grabs jimin by the hip with his opposite hand to pull him back and forth on his big wet dick— the source of the “wet” being jimin. jimin wishes he could see it, his tiny little cunt taking all of that cock, fat lips hugging his shaft, slick gushing around it; he’s such a mess for jungkook, only jungkook.
suddenly, jungkook is slowing down, fucking only the tip of his cock in, and jimin hastily turns his head, arms clinging around his pillow as if he would lose it once he takes his eyes off of it.
“daddy, don’t stop … i—” jimin begins, but strangely cannot find his words as he makes eye contact with jungkook, brain fuzzy and all jumbled up. in fact, there may not be anything in there right now except for images of jungkook. meaning, nothing else, no kind of reference for him to scramble to for all his word-finding needs.
but when you’ve got a boy like jungkook, there’s truly no need for anything like that. jimin will speak when he’s asked to, there’s no doubt about it. everything of relevance will come rushing to him if it meant pleasing jungkook.
“i’m not stopping, baby. just wanted to see how pretty your pussy takes it. here, raise your hips for me,” jungkook requests, and like an obedient, trained dog, jimin’s on all fours, conforming to his owner.
without warning, jungkook uses a single palm to push jimin’s back down, his upper body laying flat, tits back to being pressed into the mattress. he leaves his ass high in the air, even wiggles it like an overly-excited dog, jungkook’s cock his wagging tail in view of his movements.
“just like that,” jungkook chuckles, his little puppy jimin a sight very entertaining to see. “good boy.”
jimin improves his arch, sinking his back lower into the bed to earn more praise from jungkook. he feels a light tug on his thin robe, yanking his shoulders back.
“need to get you a collar,” jungkook says under his breath. “a pretty collar for a pretty puppy.”
jungkook lets the fabric fall from his fingers, and, freed, jimin hides his face in his pillow. “ah … yes,” he mumbles. his pussy clenches around jungkook’s length. he’s always been weak for that deep voice, but the puppy talk … oh god.
“does mommy want a collar? a leash, too? so we can let everyone know you’re my lil’ pup?” he asks, drilling his cock into jimin, the room growing to full volume again with sounds of skin-slapping, jungkook’s hushed grunts, and jimin’s cute squeals.
he imagines himself at an outing with jungkook, wearing a stupid little collar around his neck — it would never happen, he’s got two kids and too much dignity to embarrass them and himself like that, but … he wouldn’t be opposed to it in bed.
“your … pup. jungkookie’s puppy,” jimin repeats dreamily, head shifting to the side so he can breathe, but he’s lucky he still can’t see jungkook’s face like this. he’s probably driving the boy feral, calling himself his puppy.
(jimin wasn’t like this before. he used to be vanilla, he swears! but jungkook has him ruined completely, to the point where he can’t even recognize himself sometimes. a collar, jimin, really?)
he whines at the thought, and jungkook sighs, his cock bottoming out inside him, hips grinding, reaching so far deep that jimin reflexively holds his breath and squeezes his eyes shut. does he have to be so abnormally big? jimin is stuffed …
“fuck. wanna breed my little puppy,” jungkook groans, and jimin knows he’s not just talking because he can feel his cock twitching against the satiny walls of his cunt. “can i breed you, mommy?”
“ah, jungkookie, n-not today, i forgot to take it. i’m sorry,” he declines, referring to his birth control. he’s learned his lesson, however, will make sure not to skip any days further; he misses the feeling of jungkook releasing inside him, filling his pussy with his thick load. if he keeps thinking about it, he might just say fuck it and cave, but the thought of raising a third is more than enough to stop him.
“that’s okay, baby,” jungkook says, starting up his rhythm again, plunging his cock back in and out of jimin’s dripping cunt. his grip on jimin’s hips is so tight it’s almost painful, but his hands are all sticky with sweat, slipping away so often that he can’t help to hold him as if someone would steal him away. “don’t want me to put another baby in you, huh?”
jimin shakes his head— not now, he just gave birth to his youngest a little over a year ago, but he wouldn’t mind carrying one of jungkook’s in the future. his mouth opens before the words can form in his brain. ”o-one day, kookie. gonna make you a daddy soon.”
jungkook pauses. jimin is too fucked out to think about what just left his lips.
“d-don’t say stuff like that,” jungkook grunts, hammering his hips into jimin, hard. “shit— where do you want it?”
“my … my face,” jimin says, has trouble deciding because he’s so used to telling him inside. “please, daddy.”
“fuck, i’m trying so hard not to come in you.” jungkook leans down further, lips ghosting jimin’s ear. he picks up his pace and fucks into jimin deeper, so hard that the headboard of jimin’s bed taps repeatedly against the wall, but neither can find it in them to care much about it. jimin wants to come on jungkook’s cock first, then he can return to the real world and worry about that dent it’s shaping in the wall.
“’m close, too,” jimin pants, calves squirming in the air and brushing against jungkook’s legs. jungkook pushes jimin’s hips lower, propping one foot on the mattress, the other staying where it is so jimin can continue doing … whatever he’s doing with his foot, kind of rubbing jungkook’s thigh like a kitten would its tail when showing affection to someone. it distracts jungkook for a second, but another high-pitched, muffled whine and his attention is back to the task at hand.
“you’re close, baby? gonna come on this dick?” jungkook asks, his fat cock pounding jimin’s poor pussy, squelching and spraying out fluid at each thrust like a sprinkler that needs to be replaced. the small shift in angle is doing jimin so many favors, can feel him even deeper, his body closer, and, it’s so warm — no, hot. the kind of intense heat that makes him damp all over and dizzy in the head. but he’s not sure if that’s jungkook’s cock or the heat making him dizzy. and nodding his head while moaning, “wanna come, jungkook, wanna come all over your cock,” isn’t helping much, either.
“go ahead, pretty. come,” jungkook orders, and jimin would never disobey. that’s all he needs to squeeze his walls around his fat cock, legs raising behind jungkook’s hips, the heels of his feet at the back of his thighs to lock him in place, keeping his cock snug in his tiny cunt, those thick balls pressed tight against his clit.
jimin is a shivering, moaning mess, but jungkook’s not holding up well, either. not when jimin’s pussy is throbbing, clenching around him, a tiny, leaking hole of wet that he just wants to fuck into until, wait—
jimin’s orgasm doesn’t even fully dispel before jungkook’s rushing to pull out, trying not to accidentally spill inside of him. he flips jimin over like he weighs a feather, the two facing front at each other, making proper eye contact for the first time today. well, as proper as things can get with jungkook fisting his huge cock in jimin’s debauched face, little warm droplets of precum trickling over his lolled out tongue.
jimin waits for it, patiently, staring up at jungkook with half-lidded eyes that could kill. “want your cum, daddy,” he whines, hands gradually sliding down his chest to grab his breasts and push them together.
“jimin,” jungkook groans. it’s so dark, jimin can’t see much, but there’s little lighting from the outdoor streetlamp streaming through the blinds, shining certain parts of his and jungkook’s body. he looks so good, hovered over him, sweat glistening, dripping from his forehead, arms and abs, down to his muscular thighs. they both cage jimin in position, tensing up and shuddering, and the hand curled around his cock stroking it faster, an obvious indication of him being roused by jimin’s words.
“please, baby?” he asks once more, a single hand squeezing his thigh, smoothing up and down. jungkook bites his lip to suppress a moan, but he can’t stop the deep guttural sound that comes from the back of his throat. he trembles, throwing his head back, and releases white all over jimin’s face, hot cum spurting from the tip of his cock and landing from forehead to chin. even when he thinks he’s done and knees back, some of it drips straight down onto the fat mounds on jimin’s chest.
“fuck, jimin,” jungkook pants breathlessly, still gently tugging a hand over his spent cock.
jimin closes his mouth and swallows every drop that spilled on his tongue, and licks around his lips to swallow those, too. it tastes like nothing but a pinch of salt, kind of? he wipes his face with his fingers to lap up the rest, forgetting that jungkook’s eyes are on him like a hawk and, oh, this is embarrassing.
“baby?” jungkook giggles, all teeth.
“what?! your cum always tastes good,” jimin responds.
…
“i need some water…” jimin hears jungkook mumble.
jimin’s laying next to him on the bed — a fresh new bedspread he kept in his closet, by the way — as feeble as can be. he doesn’t even nod or hum in acknowledgement, simply does not have the strength to do so. he feels the left half of the mattress rise as jungkook gets out of bed, hears his footsteps as he leaves the room.
several minutes pass by, way too many for someone who was only getting a cup of water, but jimin was so tired he nearly forgot jungkook left, probably dozed off for a moment up until he returned.
“jimin?” jungkook calls, opening the bedroom door just a crack, poking his head through to see him.
(what’s going on now? why can’t jimin ever get any sleep in this house?)
jimin lifts his head to let jungkook know he’s awake, alive, conscious or whatever, then jungkook continues, “can you get dressed? someone here wants to have a sleepover.”
jimin hears a whisper after. it’s too quiet, but the voice sounds a lot like his daughter, jiwon. he sighs, hopes jungkook isn’t — or worse, they aren’t the reason she’s awake after her bedtime. hurriedly, he gets out of bed to find something to cover up with, eavesdropping on jungkook and jiwon’s conversation.
“is eomma okay?”
“haha. yes, he is. he’s really tired, though — jiwon, are you sure you just woke up? like, just now?”
“yes … ” she answers.
“so you didn’t hear any weird noises?”
jimin subdues an eye roll, slipping on a pair of pajama pants. “jungkook, don’t ask her that.”
“well… i don’t know,” jiwon starts, and jimin feels his heart literally hop out of his chest. next on the internal shopping list will be soundproof panels.