He squinted his eyes, adjusting to the brightness as his being became fully at it's wake. His hands reach out to stretch, a lazy yawn escaping from his very lips as his sight finally adjusted to the light, the smell of eggs and bacon filling his nostrils. He sighed. "Jimin!" and in an instant, a gleeful dog was already all up on him, greeting him a good morning with his incredibly adorable eye smile, which jungkook have grown to loathe so much.

As usual, Jimin didn't speak. Namjoon said he isn't mute or anything, just incredibly shy and utterly embarrassed, but as for the past few days, jungkook doubt it. "What time is it?" He asked, jolting from his bed as his eyes bore lazily to an overly excited hybrid.

As usual, for the past three days, jimin rushed to pick the small clock and literally shoved it on his face, making him slightly stumble back on his soft and comforting mattress. He leaned back, plopping his elbows behind him and read the time. It read nine past fifty, relaxing back onto the mattress fully and planned to sleep for a few more hours. 

It was then when the sudden rush of realization hit him.

His classes started at eight and he probably had already missed the first hour of his history subject. Fuck, he thought to himself. "Why'd you wake me up just now?! I told you my classes starts at eight!" He snorted and semi-glared at the dog, throwing his blanket anywhere and went on autopilot as he practically rushed to the bathroom, shoving past jimin and not giving the slightest fuck that the hybrid may or may not have felt a slight bit upset.

He didn't bother showering and just splashed water on his face, brushed his teeth and raced to his closet and pulled the first pair of jeans his eyes landed on, deciding on a random shirt to match it with. He didn't need to choose shoes for his outfit though. He is a broke college student who only got one pair of shoes. Yeah, that how fucked his life just is.

When he seemed decent (to his eyes, atleast) , he grabbed his backpack and ran to the door, only to be stopped by jimin. He groaned. "What now?" Jimin stayed silent but he pointed a finger towards the kitchen, as if indicating for jungkook to have breakfast atleast before he goes to school. And Jungkook's mind wanders to how much he hates how jimin is a fucking mute because if he wasn't, things could've been much more easier for the both of them. He could of have saved time, not having to stop and think deeply of whatever jimin is referring to.

"I don't have time for your breakfast!" He exclaimed, pushing jimin to the side before rushing out. "I'm leaving, stay here and don't go anywhere." he warned. Although it seemed stupid, seeing that jimin barely even know how to use a fucking doorknob.

With that aside, jungkook rushed to his crappy car, groaning once more when as usual, it coughed like a patient struggling through a rare case of tuberculosis. Sweats were dripping down from the sides of his head, but he sighed and ran all the way to the university. He could take a cab but he's way too broke to even pay a penny.

When he finally reached the school, he wasted no time and rushed to his history class, earning a disappointed look from his professor for like the hundreth time if he counted it right. He gave a brief lecture about time management before proceeding with his lecture and sent jungkook off to his seat where taehyung already awaits, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"— not another word." he narrowed at his bestfriend when he was about to let out a small retort. He flipped him off when taehyung snickered beside him, nudging him on the side.

The whole day was a blur. It consisted of nothing but a marathon of taehyung's undeniably annoying teasings about him and his hybrid, jimin. He shrugged his bestfriend off his back and hurried home, wanting nothing but the great comfort of his bed.

"Why in such a hurry?" Taehyung smirked beside him, "Excited to see jimin?" he teased, earning nothing but a punch on his right elbow from jungkook.

"Shut up," he hissed, fastening his pace as he jogged his way to his home. He smacked taehyung on the head, one last time, a huge grin spread across his face as he crouched down to get the spare key hidden under the floor mat and unlocked the door, a faint curse from his bestfriend could be heard from the background.

It was eerily silent when he stepped inside, finally. He frowned not knowing why. There is something entirely different about his house today. It felt empty and blue, like it hasn't been lived for so long— almost like an abandoned house. "Shit!" He cursed, rushing to find his hybrid.

He looked in the living room, no jimin. In his bedroom, no jimin. In his bathroom, no jimin. He searched even his closet, and still he was slightly disappointed at the fact that his hybrid is gone. He sighed, maybe it's better jimin was gone. He did nothing but to piss jungkook anyway. Sure he was adorable and all, and is quite a good ideal for a fuck buddy, but jungkook didn't care nonetheless. But somehow beyond it all, a small tinge coilded within him him in hopes that his hybrid may still be around, but completely dismissing the idea. Because he's jeon jungkook, he was known for not giving a fuck.

But it was when he finally decided to get a glass of water, did his heart stopped at the sight of his hybrid. Jimin was seated by the table, his hands glued to his lap and his eyes never leaving the, now probably cold dinner he made for jungkook. There were no tears but jungkook could see how his lips trembled, like he was trying all his might to suppress the sobs and the whimpers from escaping, his dog ears sad and blue against his head and his tail dangling on his back.

For what seemed like forever, jimin looked up, and their eyes met. Jungkook swears he felt his heart crack a little by how desolated jimin's hazel ones were. Then he remembered what happened earlier this morning, how he pushed and shoved jimin as he rushed to his class, and lastly, recalling how namjoon strictly told him how fragile and sensitive jimin is.

He sighed and was about to apologize when jimin stood up from his seat and rushed to wrap his arms around him. "Jimin is sorry, please don't be mad at me." jungkook could barely make out of the words coming out from the hybrid as his face was stuffed on jungkook's chest, madly sobbing and whimpering. "J-jimin apologize, master." he croaked.

Jungkook thought of pushing him away. But it was the fact that jimin spoke. After four days of getting a word from his hybrid, jimin finally had the audacity to speak and utter a word. Jungkook was stunned, unable to process everything as his thoughts wandered to nothing but just how incredibly beautiful jimin's voice just is. And he hated how much it lulled him, like an angel singing him a sweet and serene rhapsody.

It was when jimin dropped to his knees that jungkook did finally snapped from his daze, eyes widening as he pulled the crying hybrid up. "You talked," he mumbled, cupping the hybrid's cheeks, unconscious of the grin spread across his face. "Jimin, you talked!" He sang, heart in such glee and unbeknownst to the fact that he was inching closer and closer, only to stop and realize it when everything was too late— and the next thing he knows, he was kissing jimin.

He pulled away just as fast. But he couldn't deny how incredibly good jimin's lips felt against his. Jimin on the other hand, stopped crying and was now gazing at jungkook curiously, probably unaware of what just happened. Jimin is innocent, way too innocent for Jungkook's comfort. He could openly rape him right now and jimin would still have that confused look on his adorable stupid face.

So he scoffed and gulped, his inner self screaming at him not to do shit. But jungkook is jungkook, so he leaned in and kissed jimin for the second time. It felt better than the last time, so he cupped his cheeks and slowly pushed him against the dining table, earning a soft whimper from the hybrid. Jungkook took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue in, earning a moan from jimin.

He gripped on the dog's waist, pulling him closer, their chest pressed together as he grinded his semi-hardened dick against the hybrid. He was about to take jimin's shirt off when a click rang in his head, snapping him from his trance as he stumbled back, horrified at himself.

Jimin, still, had his brows creased into a frown, eyes boring curiously at him. "W-what was that?" The hybrid asked all to innocently, much to Jungkook's despise. "It felt good, kookie. Jimin wants more." he pouted, flustering jungkook.

"N-no, you can't." He faked a cough, looking anywhere but jimin.

"Why not?" Jimin puckered his lips, "Do you not forgive jimin, still?" he asked, which jungkook immediately shook his head and reached to hug the dog.

"You don't have to apologize for anything. You did nothing wrong." He whispered.

"B-but why won't you give me more?" Jimin was once again close to tears. It took jungkook his whole strength to hug jimin as tight as he could and talked about his now cold dinner. "You cooked, dinner? C'mon let's eat!" He managed to say as excited as he could, and he was more than grateful that jimin was easily to be distracted with silly things.

So they ate, side by side, in silence— but not without naughty little jungkookie to snake a hand on the hybrid's clothed member and gave it a little squeeze, earning a moan from jimin.

For school reference, he reasoned in his head.