The Lights

Jimin POV

"Can't I just eat you instead?" Jungkook whines, nuzzling his head into my neck.

I giggle, unable to contain myself. "Sorry Kyu Kyu, I'm not on the menu. But you know what is?"

"Your ass?"

"Not my ass."

"My dick?"

"No, you horny bitch."

"Then I'm really not hungry," he shrugs, tightening his grip around my waist. 

"You're the worst!" I tease, attempting to shift his body off of mine and roll him onto the bed bedside me. "We do this every Sunday. Jin will be pissed if we skip out on dinner again. Especially since he decided to plan a game night too."

He groans. "Whatever. Let's just go then." 

I can't help but kiss his pout. How can one person be so sexy and cute at the same time? I glance outside his window before making my way through the door, noticing, perhaps, a slight lessening of the rain. Of course, over these past few weeks, the downpour has come and gone numerous times. But always, unwaveringly always, the flooding returned. It's careless of me to dream so freely with my heart, but I can't help but to hope that maybe the storm has finally transformed into nothing more than a slight drizzle. 

We make our way to the kitchen, not even worrying about explaining what we were doing together in Jungkook's room all day. In fact, we both keep forgetting our constant togetherness might be something that even warrants an explanation.

Namjoon and Jin are together all day, Hobi and Taehyung, too. So, why not us?

Keeping your relationship a secret has it's perks, but it also has many downfalls.

"You're 10 minutes late. I thought I raised you better than to keep your hyungs waiting?" Jin chides, guiding us both to take a seat at the table. Much to our dismay, we find that the only two seats left are on opposite ends, both of sitting at the heads of the table. Jungkook shoots me a glance as if to say "I told you we should have stayed in bed." 

I sigh. 

Maybe he was right.

As we eat, I can't help but to stare at Jungkook as he speaks so animatedly with Hobi and Taehyung, the three of them laughing like children from time to time. I'm seated between Jin and Yoongi, struggling to focus on the conversation when I have such a beautiful distraction sitting before me. 

I love Jungkook and all of his moodiness, the darkness just as breathtaking as the light, but nothing beats seeing him genuinely happy. 

"Jimin?" Yoongi asks, finally breaking me out of my trance after probably his hundredth attempt.

"Oh... uh... sorry... huh?" I respond, feeling the heat creep up my neck in embarrassment. 

"Stop staring. It's kind of creepy," he states, not a hint of judgement lacing his tone.

I duck my head down immediately, suddenly studying my bowl of noodles like it's the most interesting dish in the world. 

I try to tune into the conversation on my end of the table, quickly growing bored as I listen to the hyungs drone on about fishing and other activities I have no interest in. 

I'm becoming too needy, I know that, but I can't help it. I just want to be by Jungkook's side. I sigh, and look up, only to be met with Jungkook's doe eyes scanning my bored expression. In a flash, he shoots me a wink, too quick to be detected by anyone else at the table.