Chapter 34: The Calm Before the Storm

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Searching for a way out of the hell he was watching was the only thing Jimin currently needed. His consciousness felt all the guilt of the major secret he hid from Jungkook and it resulted in a living nightmare. The hairs of his body stood up but he couldn't move. His eyes wanted to open but he couldn't.

From beside him, Jungkook heard a muffled sob. He couldn't sleep so he stared at the ceiling of Jimin's bedroom trying to find anything in himself to help ease how he felt. The clock ticked 03:36 of March 8 yet he couldn't sleep. When the sound of Jimin's muffled sob reached his ears, he turned his head to the right and stared at him.

He understood his boyfriend was having a nightmare and with a raspy voice, he spoke up. "Jimin hyung, it's a nightmare. Nothing's happening to you." His arms reached out to shake him awake, but the writer still slept.

"Wake up." Jungkook added with furrowed brows and after watching how Jimin panted heavily, he got scared. "Baby, wake up." He shook him harder now, and it worked. The writer's eyes flew open like running cheetahs but he continued panting. The urge to scream was inside him, his mind screamed but his throat was paralyzed.

A sleep paralysis took over Jimin's body. He felt like a possessed Jungkook demon was pressing down his chest against the bed, the actor was scaring him. He couldn't move his legs although he wanted to, although he tried to, he was completely paralyzed yet he cried as he stared into Jungkook's doe eyes.

"Shh. Calm down, it's me. Breathe in and out slowly." Jungkook noticed glistened tears in Jimin's eyes and leaned down to place his own forehead against his. "You're okay baby. You're safe. It was all a dream." The actor whispered, his instinct was telling him to try and be soft.

"Close your eyes for a moment and breathe out slowly." To stop how he was behaving, Jimin followed Jungkook's orders. He closed his eyes and exhaled a breath, the steam bounced back on his lips because of the closeness between him and Jungkook. Slowly, he tried bending his knees and when he could move his arms, he instantly reached out for his stomach.

"See, you're okay." Jungkook whispered and leaned back to go lie down on his side of the bed but before he could do that, Jimin whimpered. "Please don't leave me. I'm scared." The anxiety and stress did this to him. The sensitivity of his emotions increased and after rubbing his hands on his clothed stomach, he gripped onto the actor's bare thin waist. "I'm trying my best to teach you... I'm sorry." He whispered with tears running down his cheeks.

"Don't apologize, I won't leave you. I should be the one apologizing for making you go through hell because of me." Jungkook replied and used his hands to grip on Jimin's waist before lying back down his head against the headboard dragging him between his chest in the process.

Jimin's back met the actor's warm naked chest, he felt the small breaths Jungkook left and it calmed him down. They had done this position before when bathing, but not on the bed. The actor's thighs spread apart so his plump bottom could rest between them and their hands intertwined; and Jimin quietly let them rest above his stomach. "Do you want to talk about it?" Jungkook whispered against Jimin's messy dark hair.

Jimin didn't want to. It was completely simple as that. In his nightmare, he watched how Jungkook left him once he found out he was pregnant, but he couldn't say that. He was scared not just because Jungkook left him, but because his gut was telling him something he couldn't quite grasp. And he shook his head but instead of looking up at the actor, he leaned his head against the warm muscle outlined collarbone. There were a few fresh reddened blemishes he made and it reminded him how he gave in to his hormones earlier.

"Sleep there, I don't mind. But don't force your neck much because it may hurt when you wake up." Jungkook whispered. Somehow, sleep was caving into him. Jimin hummed and closed his eyes again, the way his and Jungkook's hands were intertwined above his stomach calmed him down. It soothed his heavy heart in a way only he could, and he finally found another door to dreamland in the arms of the man he loved.

"You're going to kill me today. I don't want to do this, but I can't stop him." Jungkook whispered after twenty minutes of Jimin peacefully sleeping against his chest. His left cheek rested against the writer's scalp, and the position helped him smell the scent of Jimin's shampoo and conditioner; Coconut milk (from the brand Not Your Mother's; Beach Babe Texturizing Shampoo & Conditioner).

"I really want to say the words I love you, but not like this. Not when I'm doubting myself and when I've lied to you." He added and closed his eyes to try and rest. It was another sleepless night after his thoughts at 3am, but he managed to find sleep with his head resting down against Jimin's scalp.

When the morning came around, Jimin woke up and found himself still in Jungkook's arms. His neck hurt a little, but he still wanted to sleep, so slowly, he uninterywined his hands with Jungkook's and moved his head forward. At the movement, the support of his head to Jungkook's cheek broke and caused the actor's head to jerk down completely waking him up in the process.

"Huh?" His morning voice raspy and low, resonated against his back. "You're awake... Did you sleep better now?" He asked, yawning was not planned in his sentence but he ended up doing it. "Yes, but my neck hurts a bit. I'm going to lie down again, I'm still tired. Are you going to leave now or will you stay?" Jimin asked, moving away from him and lying down beside him on the comfortable bed.

"I have a meeting with my manager at noon. He wants me to take up another role soon." Jungkook checked the time and read it out loud so Jimin could know. "It's eight o'clock. I can stay one more hour." He yawned once again and leaned back down, but instead of using his pillow, he leaned to the writer's side and leaned down with him. "Alright. I'm going to brainstorm and start writing a new book that I've been thinking about, but I need to be alone for that. For now, continue sleeping with me... Ggukie."

Jungkook hummed and let the drowsiness take over his body as well as Jimin. The morning was so peaceful, just like the calm waters at a bay in the early sunrise; unmoving. And this time as well, Jungkook could sleep with Jimin by his side, but not without the arm he rested on top of his chest and his nose against the warm cheeks belonging to the writer.

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"I'm waiting. Where the fuck are you?" Jungkook fisted the wheel of his black Porsche and glared at the road; gritting his teeth in the process. "On my way."

"Have you called him?" The bluetooth speaker was on the verge of exploding his ears from the built-up anger he couldn't show him. "No. I was going to do it now. Is this really fucking necessary? I told you and proved to you I had sex with Seunghun. Don't drag Jimin into this." Jungkook's foot on the accelerator pressured down and his speed increased.

"Jimin has already been dragged into this the moment your balls decided to call him your boyfriend when our rules state just fucking. If he's not here within one hour, I have your favorite toy waiting for you." Jungkook tried to keep a straight face, but he winced. The memories of him tied up with rope on a chair and arms hanging over his head, and overstimulation over his body, made him shiver. As a dominant, he felt shame in being a submissive, even worse when at that moment, every time Min Woo forced him to orgasm, he couldn't moan yet if he did, he earned a spank and ten minutes more with a vibrator on full volume against his member; he had been forced to cum about seven times in a row. Definetly, one of the worst experiences in his life.

"Are you still there?"

"Yes. Don't call me again, I'll be there in ten minutes." Jungkook pressed the hang up button on the wheel and looked around for a spot to park his car. The moment his cat was parked by the side of the road, he fisted his knuckles and punched the wheel not hard enough to break anything. "FUCK!" He screamed yet he didn't cry.

But he did what his heart screamed at him not to do. He called Jimin with a face that completely revealed his emotions. The tinted windows did well in hiding his expression, although acting in movies and dramas had once or twice forced him to fake a cry in an episode or scene, this time he felt it; not fake.

His heart burned and ached, eyes hooded but he didn't cry. As if what he was about to do, shouldn't make him cry, but instead of tears from his eyes, his heart did cry only he chose to ignore it.

"Jimin hyung, can you come over to my apartment right now? I'm about to lose my mind." His tone completely said how he was not in a good state, and Jimin sensed it.

"Okay, Jungkook-ah. I'll be there in twenty. Are you okay? Did the meeting with your manager not go well? Or did... did he call you?" Jimin was worried now, he pushed his glasses back on his nose and closed his Macbook after ending his sentence.

"Mm... Just get to my apartment as soon as possible." Jungkook didn't wait for his reply to that and hanged up. He was about to fuck up his first relationship with the man he really cared about, and that's the reason why he couldn't say the words. Because Jimin didn't deserve to hear them from his pathetic liar mouth.

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