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A pale, slender face surrounded by ash blond hair rested against the pillow, dark lashes setting lightly on soft cheeks, twitching with the movement of the eyes beneath. The thin lips were partly open, tinted with only the faintest hint of color. Skin the color of eggshells, smooth and annoying flawless, stretched over high cheekbones, along the pointed jawline, and up to the tip of a narrow nose christened with a spot of sunburn.

[Nice.] Jimin thought distantly. He really didn’t know why he was in bed with Jungkook, but at that moment, it didn’t really matter. It just felt right. Jungkook’s ice gray eyes opened to meet his own vivid green ones. Reality took that moment to perk-up and say ‘hi!’

“Aah!” Jimin jerked upright, nearly throwing himself from the bed in his haste, scrambling to the foot of the bed. Jungkook for his part scooted backwards against the headboard. Almost instantly, Jimin felt a tugging sensation somewhere in his chest. It stopped him from retreating further, no matter how much he wanted to.

“You!” Jungkook spat, the word dripping with venom. “What the hell did you think you’re doing?!”

“It was a protection spell!” snapped Jimin.

Jungkook gave him a dirty look. “I meant now, you twit.”

“What, in bed with you? Sleeping, yeah just sleeping” Jimin said, “Do you honestly think I would be doing anything else? did you expect me to do something now?” flirty Jimin never stops.

“How should I know? You were the one the sprawled all over me!”

“Like I’d be there by choice! I’d rather go curl up with Fang, at least I’d be in better company.”

While they argued, an increasingly persistent pain burrowed its way into Jimin’s temples, like ice picks being driven into his skull.

“And you’d be round your own kind too,” sneered Jungkook. He winced slightly, eyebrows drawn together as if he suffered a headache.

“Better dogs than ferrets!” said Jimin hotly. Jungkook’s face turned red with anger.

“You’re as worthless as your Mudblood mother...”

Hurt and anger flared up in Jimin, his fists clenching automatically. “Shut up! You know nothing about my mother!”

“I know enough, I’ve had to deal with her mistake for years...”

The pain in his temples increased just as Jungkook gasped suddenly and hunched over, bringing his hand up to his head. jimin's anger floated away before concern. He started to reach out to the other boy.

[What am I doing?!?] It was an effort to force his hand back to his side; an effort that was painful, as the tugging in his chest grew stronger and the pain in his head became lancing agony. The ice picks had become jackhammers.

[What is this...?] He realized that Jungkook was reaching for him and he just reacted, wrapping his fingers around Jungkook’s. Instantly the pain faded, replaced by a warm fuzzy feeling reminiscent of how he felt when he woke up.

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