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When Jimin leapt--or started to--jungkook grabbed his lower arm below the sleeve and pulled. Jimin responded by jerking back in the opposite direction, mainly out of surprise, and resulted in a messy and somewhat indecent sprawl on the floor.

Jimin yelped as his head lightly struck the ground. Jungkook’s shoulder pressed uncomfortably against his nose, his glasses partially shoved off his face with one earpiece jabbed into his cheek. He could feel the other boy’s slender, but surprisingly heavy, body through the thin pajamas. A bony hip was jammed into his stomach and skinny legs twisted around his own. The pale line of Jungkook’s throat was mostly blurred but otherwise discernable.

[I wonder what he would do if I licked him...] It took a heartbeat or two, but the rest of his brain finally caught up with that thought and roughly demanded to know what he had been doing while it was away. He let out an entirely undignified noise and franticly tried to get Jungkook off him.

[What is WRONG with my head?!? I can’t believe--its impossible--I’m going crazy, it’s that simple. Voldemort doesn’t need to work hard to kill me, I’ll just go stark raving bonkers on my own and he can pick me off whenever.]

“Jungkook, get off!”

“Don’t yell at me, you’re the one who started it.” Jungkook pushed himself up and scooted back, but didn’t pull away completely. He shook his head, sliver-blond hair tickling the end of jimin’s nose. “Are you okay?” Another head shake, “Bleh, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“I’m fine! Get off!” Jimin pushed at Jungkook’s slim shoulders, feeling warmth radiating into his palms. [He looks cold, but he’s so warm, like a furnace.]

“I will, I will.” The boy shifted his weight to his knees, hands braced on either side of Jimin’s head. “Well,” he smirked, longish hair draping around his face, “Its this interesting.”

If jimin wasn’t blushing before...

“Arrgh!” Griping Jungkook’s shoulders, Jimin pushed hard, up and over, rolling his whole body until Jungkook was under him. He sat up and scooted back, moving as far away as possible and still leaving their bare feet in contact. “You are an evil, wicked person.” He announced, setting his glasses back into their proper position.

Jungkook widened his eyes innocently. “Am I now?”

“No, that’s giving you too much credit.” Jimin leaned back until his head rested against the edge of the bed, wincing when it touched the sore spot. “Jungkook?”