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Jimin blinked blearly, eyes trying to adjust to the bright light flooding into the room, head still fuzzy with sleep. He could just hear the loud beeping of his alarm clock in the recesses of his mind, and with it the sluggish voice of his life partner.
“Minnie… t-turn it off.”
At that he lazily stretches an arm over to slap the top of his clock. He yawns quietly and jumps a bit as Jungkook rolls over to cuddle close to his chest. Warm, That's his first coherent thought, jungkook is warm. Jimin basks in it and watches his eyelids flutter. Jungkook seems to glow softly in the stream of sunlight coming through the thin curtains, his smooth milky skin brushing softly against Jimin's own.
It makes his heart ache, the good kind of course. He felt so much love for the sleeping man next to him at that moment that it hurt and it made him smile so hard his cheeks bunched up and forced his eyes to close. He even giggles, the sound smooth and tinkering like bells through the quiet air between them. “So pretty”, he whispers quietly. That gets Jungkook smiling as well, cheeks bunching up, pretty cherry lips separating to show shiny bunny-like teeth.
Times like these, Jimin is reminded that everything is okay, that life is still worth the trouble to live. He’s reminded that his life is his own.
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They both have to work later that morning, and need to get up, but Jimin has always had a hard time staying awake in the morning. Solution? Waking up earlier so he has time to stop for many of his sleepy endeavors. After a long early morning cuddle session with Jungkook he sluggishly takes a shower, which entails him standing under the scalding hot spray for at least 10 minutes before he does anything productive.
Afterwards he was even more tired than when he got up, so he waddles back to the bedroom and crawls into bed for another five minutes. He never falls back asleep after showering, but he enjoys the warmth. When the second alarm goes off he’s at least half awake and by that time they both have to get up. They get dressed together in a slow flurry of soft kisses and sweet whispers.
Jimin never gets tired of waking up and living his life as long as Jungkook is here with him. It gets him desperately soft, especially in the morning when they can't keep their hands to themselves and Jimin's eyes stare for a bit too long. Jungkook gets more beautiful every day, and Jimin can’t help but stare at the taller man in all five feet and nine inches of his beauty. One of his favorite things about the other man was his thick curly hair(of which Jungkook had recently decided to grow out just past his ears, and dyed it a soft pink color) and Jimin often found himself running his stubby fingers through it or tucking it behind Jungkook's ears when they kissed.
Jungkook was always someone to be admired, it didn't matter what time of day it was, if they were together you could find jimin staring. He was having an especially hard time this morning. In the three years that they have known each other, Jungkook never did conform to social constructs of societal norms and gender roles, and it really showed in his fashion choices.
If jungkook saw something he liked, he just liked it, that was it. End of discussion, if he liked it he just liked it. That's why when the older man brushes on a thick layer of lipgloss or slips a pleated black knee length skirt over his long smooth shaven legs, Jimin doesn't even blink. Infact, he doesn't care, he has his own collection of clothing that Jungkook himself had picked out and he wore them proudly. He thought Jungkook looked beautiful, that his legs look so nice on display in his pretty skirt, that his lips look plumper with the added lip gloss. He blushes a bit at the sudden intrusive thought.
“Whatcha starin’ at Minnie?” Jimin's blush intensifies and all he can stutter out is “pretty”. That in turn makes Jungkook giggle.
“Thanks, but I think you are much prettier'', he says as he turns to face the shorter man.
“What do you wanna wear, baby?” Jungkook asks, focused on rifling through jimin's clothes. He misses the blush that rises to the small man’s cheeks.
“you can c-choose.
This is a morning like any other, but that’s what keeps Jimin sane, knowing that everything is okay. Knowing that Jungkook is still with him.
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They parted ways later that morning (after a short ride on the train) and promised to see each other later. Jungkook was still riding his happy high when he walked into work. It was still closed on account of low business in early morning hours. Instead of taking customers, he and the rest of the employees used this time to get the club ready: cleaning, prepping tables and decor, etc. Jungkook hates cleaning up from the shift from the night before.
People are truly vile but it really shows in the throes of pleasure. Jungkook has had to clean up a number of questionable body fluids, but he will never get used to it, it's always as disgusting as the last time. The back rooms are all mostly clean save a few cigarette butts and cups, but one room (always the same room) is always so fucking filthy. He wishes to complain for extra pay for cleaning it. It's never the same filth, sometimes it's used condoms and dirty sheets left over from a night of wild pleasure (if he's lucky), sometimes it's forgotten clothes and belongings.
Sometimes, there's blood spills to clean up. These are Jungkook’s least favorite messes, the blood pools and floods the surrounding area, and stains the carpet. It's hard to scrub out and the smell isn't that great either. Jungkook hesitates entering the room when he gets to it, he waits for a moment and crosses his fingers that he doesn't have to get his hands dirty.
“Please, please, please”, he whispers while closing his eyes as if he's opening a birthday present. But he doesn't even have the doorknob in his hand before the door wrenches open. His eyes jump open as he scrambles back, the man on the other side is just as surprised; though he doesn't show it on his face you can see it in his eyes, they’re wide and shiny as if he didnt expect to see anyone. After an awkward beat of silence the man steps out of the room followed by three other men, their white button up shirts splattered with dark oxidized blood, who immediately have their gaze pointed towards the smaller man.
Jungkook feels like his heart is beating hard enough to burst through his chest, and his eyes widen as the situation dawns on him. He goes to turn away but his legs feel like jello. The man continues to stare at him, and Jungkook feels jittery, nervous almost, so he clears his throat and does what he knows best.
“T-Tough night huh?” He says laughing nervously, the tall man doesn't answer and continues to stare unamused. “Uhhhh.” Jungkook doesn't know what to say, he's never seen these men in his life. He feels like he should be scared, more panicked, especially on account of the flashing silver in the fluorescent lights, peeking out of each of their pockets. But, he can't bring himself to move. Suddenly the handsome man is getting closer, his plush lips pulled into a smirk, then he's stopping inches in front of him. The man bends down and comes back up with a singular white towel in his hand.
“You dropped this”, he says, dark, almost black eyes boring into Jungkook’s soul. He reaches the hand with the towel out and gestures for Jungkook to take it, and in his rush to do so their hands touch momentarily. Jungkook feels as though he’s been shocked and yanks his much smaller hand back with a quiet gasp.
He stares up at the man, jaw slightly ajar, eyes wide and shiny, and head tilted; looking at the man for something. Anything. When he says nothing, and raises a bushy black eyebrow, Jungkook suddenly understands and mutters out a thank you. That seems to appease the man and his face changes into something softer.
“You're welcome sweetheart” the man says, still keeping eye contact. Then he's gone, his men trailing after him down the stairs towards the boss's office. Aidens eyes trail after them, and even after a few moments he stood dazed. Who was that, did the man know him? Jungkook was drawing a blank. He certainly didn't know the man and he doesnt think he'd ever seen him around the club either. He didn't take too long to dwell on it, he had work to do.
After collecting himself, Jungkook inched to the door, sweater covered fingers pushing the door open more than it was before. He gasped in surprise, for once, the large darkened room was clean. No mess to pick up, no carpets to scrub. The room was spotless.
"Huh” he says as he gathers his cleaning supplies once more and excites the room. His mood instantly raises, and he even hums a little as he puts the cleaning supplies away and travels back to his original post.
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For the next couple of hours Jungkook completes his normal line up. He cleans and polishes the glasses behind the bar as well as the dancing stage and poles. Then he and his fellow co-workers clean the main floor. There wasn't much to do, mostly dusting and polishing the floor until the finished brown glaze on the floor shined enough to see a reflection. It wasn't all that bad he had to admit, but he was still glad when he took his break.
He has six whole hours off to do whatever he wants. He’s just on his way to putting away the last of the cleaning supplies, when he catches a glimpse into his boss's office. He knows he should just walk away, mind his own business, but Jungkook has always been so fucking nosey.
He quietly inches his way towards the door, shuffling close to the wall to listen in and peak. The man is still in there, standing in front of his bosses desk, his men scattered around the room. Two of them hold Jungkook's boss down to his chair as the man talked down to him. The man spoke in hushed whispers, but Aiden could still make out the anger in his voice.
“-fucking pathetic. But you know, you're not as slick as you thought”, the man says in a calm stern voice.