It’s a waiting game. jimin knows that jungkook doesn’t have to come back, but with every little touch, every time jungkook does, and every time jungkook lies down right next to him, pressed up close, torturously warm and smelling like cigarette smoke and cologne, jimin can’t help but feel like he could — would — wait years just for jungkook to come back to him again.
or: in which jimin is a prostitute and jungkook is his favourite customer. (prostitute au, angst, smut. the first chapter fucked me up so bad).