“Hey, Jungkook. You’re gay, right?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes when Seokjin, his brother, shouted that question across the upscale department store they were in. They were searching for a birthday present for their mom, but if Seokjin was intent on blasting his private business to everyone within a 10-mile radius, he was more than willing to leave right that second.
He went over to where Seokjin stood in front of a case of jewelry and he rolled his eyes for a second time. “The last I checked,” he confirmed. “Why? You think that gives me some kind of superpower into knowing what kind of necklace mom would want?”
Seokjin’s eyes widened as if that thought was striking him for the first time. “No,” he said. “But that’s a good idea! Do you know-?”
“No.” Jungkook cut him off before he had the chance to finish what he was sure would have been an idiotic question. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not in tune with the minds of women just because I’m gay.”
“Oh.” Seokjin looked somewhat crestfallen at that news. “Well, anyway. I was gonna say we should go watch the Red Crew street performance. You might enjoy it.” He lifted his eyebrows suggestively.
Jungkook rolled his eyes for the third time in the span of two minutes. He was certain if his eyes continued to spin in his head like this, he would look deranged.
Of course he had heard of the Red Crew dancers. Especially one dancer in particular. Park Jimin.
Everyone at his university talked about him. He was a senior dance major who wore makeup, pranced around in tight clothing, and dyed his hair every color under the sun. Jungkook was surprised he hadn’t gone bald by now since he had a new look every couple of months.
But it figured with a guy like Park Jimin. A man who longed for attention and praise no matter where it came from or how he got it.
Yes, Jungkook knew of the dance crew and Park Jimin, the leader of the crew, because he hated him.
In his opinion, Park Jimin gave every gay man a bad name. It was because of twinks, fairies, and fem gays like Jimin that other gay men had to work that much harder to break the stereotypes surrounding them.
He immediately began to shake his head at Seokjin’s suggestion. “No,” he said. “No thanks. I have no interest in going to see that...spectacle.”
“Why not?”
“I just don’t.”
But Jungkook should have known never to trust his brother to respect his wishes.
After they found a pair of earrings their mom was sure to like - “See, you do think like a woman,” Seokjin had shouted when Jungkook was the one to find them - Seokjin took Jungkook out to eat and it wasn’t until they were stepping outside with a full stomach that Jungkook realized he had been led into a trap.
Music drifted over to them from a nearby square and a crowd of people were gathered.
“Oh, look,” Seokjin said. “There’s a street performance over there. Let’s go check it out.”
Jungkook felt dread settle in his stomach. “Hyung~” he whined. But it was too late. He was already being dragged along to join the fray of people already congregated.
When they made it to the circle, Seokjin led them to the front where they could see clearly.
Two large speakers stood in front of a table - manned by a tall, dimpled man named Kim Namjoon. Jungkook knew of him through rumors. He was apparently at the top of his class in the graduate program at their university and on the fast track to become a lawyer. But that wasn’t what had people whispering about him. What generated interest and why he was so popular was because not only was he the top student, but he was also the number one weed supplier at their school. And Jungkook was finally beginning to understand why Seokjin was so adamant about coming here.
“Wait here,” his brother was saying, just as he pieced this together. “I’m going to say hi to Namjoon.”
“Sure, whatever,” Jungkook muttered, displeased that his brother was dabbling with the currently illegal drug. But there was nothing he could do. He learned long ago that his brother would always do whatever he wanted.
His eyes instead focused on the other people within the circle. There were two women and one man. The bane of his existence. Park Jimin.
It looked like they were preparing for the performance.
The two women were dressed in baggy flannel shirts and shorts, and Jimin was dressed in a large red sweatshirt that fell below his hips - giving the illusion that he could potentially have nothing on under there. His muscular legs were only covered in a pair of see-through stockings. Jungkook clenched his teeth together and held back a sigh. He wondered where the man’s friends and family were because, surely, people who cared wouldn’t let their loved one come out like this.
Jimin and the other street performers began their introduction. Some speech about how they hoped to entertain everyone and blah blah blah. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention. He was scanning the crowd for his brother who was no longer by the speakers with Namjoon.
He spun on his heels and peered over heads.
‘Did he ditch me?’ he wondered.
It wasn’t until Jimin was asking for a volunteer to come up from the audience that Jungkook found Seokjin. Because he was being pushed forward by him.
‘The fuck-?’
That was his only thought as he stumbled out into the middle of the square. It was only when he stood up and faced all of the amused eyes looking back at him that he realized what had happened. He shot a glare in Seokjin’s direction.
Seokjin only winked and gave him a thumbs up as if he was doing him a favor. “Him!” he shouted loudly as an extra measure. “My brother! My brother wants a dance!”
Jungkook’s face burned bright. This felt like a nightmare he used to have.
He quickly shook his head and turned to the approaching dancers - Jimin and one of the women. “No,” he muttered quickly. “No, I don’t.”
But it seemed his resistance fell on deaf ears because Jimin only smiled at him - his plump, pink lips stretching into a small parentheses - and instructed that he not be nervous before he turned to address the crowd again, prompting them to clap for their (unwilling) volunteer.
From then on, things seemed to move too quickly for Jungkook’s stuttering mind to keep up.
An older kpop song by the girl group, Brown Eyed Girls, started up and Jungkook froze as his personal space was promptly invaded.
Jimin and one of the girls placed their hands on him and dropped down sensually to the music. Jungkook was sure his shocked expression must have been comical if the audience’s reaction was anything to go by.
Jimin and the female dancer continued to dance suggestively while Jungkook’s face burned bright. He stood frozen because, to be quite honest, he wasn’t sure where to look or what to do if he did.
He noticed many people with their phones up, apparently filming everything, and he cringed inwardly. ‘People are going to post this online,’ he thought. His insides swirled with embarrassment.
But he didn’t have long to dwell on that feeling because Jimin was suddenly in front of him with his hands on his shoulders. He hiked his sweatshirt up shamelessly to give everyone a nice view of his ass - which was accentuated perfectly in the tight, black shorts he wore - and he swiveled his hips. His plump bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he maintained eye contact with Jungkook.
Jungkook’s heart beat wildly.
He couldn’t even pay much attention to the female dancer that suddenly took Jimin’s place in from of him and pulled off a perfect slut drop because he was too aware of where Jimin was and what he was doing. He couldn’t help but to let his eyes travel across Jimin’s backside. It really was a nice one.
He quickly snapped his eyes away when the click of a phone indicated a picture being taken. Then he remembered that he was surrounded by people. Then he remembered that he hated Jimin. No matter how nice his ass or thighs looked.
He was startled out of his thoughts when Jimin suddenly took his hand and then dropped crotch level again.
He blushed through that and through Jimin hiking his leg up his side and through another slut drop directly in front of him - a move that implied heavily of fellatio.
But what Jungkook couldn’t just stand still for was when the other man suddenly reached between his legs to count off the beat with his fingers.
He ran away.
And Jimin may or may not have ended up face down on the street with scratches on the palm of his hand.
Many cameras that day captured the shocking sight of Jungkook pushing Jimin and then running away down the street, his brother running after him.
* * *
This all led to Jungkook feeling more resentment because...
“So, Jungkook, you’re homophobic now?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes as his best friend, Kim Taehyung, walked into the classroom with that question on his lips. He looked around to see if anyone had heard-
Everyone. Great.
Everyone was already shunning him and giving him a wide berth because the news spread quickly. Apparently... “Jungkook assaulted the great and loveable Park Jimin and then yelled homophobic slurs at him.”
That’s not what happened, but that’s what the rumors had become overnight.
“I’m not homophobic!” Jungkook responded lowly through clenched teeth. He was sitting to the far left of the classroom, trying to avoid everyone’s scowling faces. This was his and Taehyung’s only shared class - Art History. “I’m gay. Remember?”
“That doesn’t mean anything.” He pulled out his laptop to get ready for class but put his full attention on Jungkook. “So what happened then?”
“I freaked out during Jimin’s street performance and he fell down somehow…I don’t know.”
“He fell down? Jungkook…”
Taehyung pulled up the video on his laptop.
“You pushed him.”
Jungkook looked over to see himself pushing Jimin on the ground and then fleeing the scene.
He groaned and ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
“I didn’t mean to!” Jungkook said. “Like I said, I freaked out! He should’ve had better balance.” His lip jutted out into a pout.
“Are you seriously trying to blame this on Jimin right now?”
A wave of anger rushed through Jungkook. “Why is everyone on his side? I told him I didn’t want the dance! How am I supposed to react when he’s reaching between my legs? It shocked me!”
“Okay, fine,” Taehyung said. “But you have to go apologize to him.”
“Why?” Jungkook asked stubbornly.
“Do you really want Park Jimin to have the wrong idea about you for the rest of your lives?”
Jungkook scowled. “Why should I care what he thinks?”
“Umm...because in case you haven't noticed...Everyone else cares what he thinks. If you don't make things up with him, you're gonna be a social pariah for the rest of your time here. You may have to leave Korea. Ah...And I'll stop being your friend, of course. Because I care about my social life. Ah!” He yelled out when Jungkook hit him on the arm.
But as Jungkook glanced around and saw more than a few glares still aimed in his direction, he knew Taehyung was right.
He had to make things right with Jimin. Since he was the one at fault anyway.
The video was still playing on Taehyung's laptop. Jimin was bowing to the audience, apologizing for the interruption in the show. He looked small and embarrassed but had a polite smile plastered on. Jungkook decided he would apologize before the day was over.
* * *
It didn't take long to locate the dancer.
Everyone knew of Park Jimin so pretty much everyone knew where he liked to spend his time. After asking a couple of people, he found Jimin in the dance studio just finishing up a dance routine if the way he was breathing heavily was any indication.
Jungkook assumed he must be doing overtime because he was the only one left in the dance studio, wearing an unbuttoned, flowing white shirt and tight, black shorts that stopped mid-thigh. They were longer than the shorts he had been wearing during the street performance but still short enough to not leave much to the imagination.
Jungkook had to stop his eyes from running over his toned thighs like last time.
He cleared his throat and knocked on the open door, attracting Jimin's attention. The blonde's face immediately fell into a soft scowl. Apparently, he didn't want Jungkook to be here just as much as Jungkook himself didn't want to be there.
“You,” he said, his voice exactly as Jungkook imagined it would be. Pretty but irritating. “What are you here for? To knock me down again? Maybe beat me up? Give me a black eye?”
Jungkook scoffed, and his eyes flitted over to the bandage wrapped around Jimin's hand. “So dramatic,” he muttered. “It's just a scratch.”
He apparently didn't speak to himself at a low enough volume because he found Jimin responding to him.
“I'm a dancer! Every part of my body is precious.”
Jungkook held back another scoff. Jimin was turning out to be exactly how he thought he would be. A complete princess.
“Okay,” Jungkook said. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I accidentally pushed you, and I'm sorry you have a scratch on your hand because of me. Now will you put out a memo or whatever you do and tell people to stop giving me the stink eye in the hallways?”
Jimin crossed his arms over his bare chest. Jungkook took notice of how his muscles expanded and bulged and the line of ink across his ribcage that read 'Nevermind'. That was a surprise. He hadn't expected Jimin to have a tattoo. It was a splash of rebellion against a pristine canvas.
“Are you listening to me?”
Jungkook tuned into Jimin's voice again. Apparently he had said something that Jungkook missed. “What?” he asked vapidly.
“I said if you think coming in here and giving me a half-assed apology was gonna work, you're wrong. You embarrassed me.”
“I was embarrassed too!” Jungkook shouted. “I told you I didn't want the dance!”
“So you assaulted me?”
“Assaul-? Hey, that's an exaggeration!”
“It's not. What do you call this then?” He pointed at his bandaged hand.
“A scratch!” Jungkook rebutted loudly.
“Anyway,” Jimin said, seemingly ignoring Jungkook's answer and the affronted pout on his face. “You have to do more than just say a few words to make up for what you did.”
“Like what?” Jungkook asked, still frowning.
“My parents own a dojo a few miles from here,” Jimin started immediately, causing Jungkook to squint with suspicion. It's almost as if he had been anticipating this and already had a punishment laid out for him. “Their receptionist left a few weeks ago to go to school overseas and they haven't been able to find a replacement yet. If you help out for a week or two while they search for someone, that would make up for a lot.”
“Would they be paying me?” Jungkook asked.
“Of course not. This is a favor.”
“That's unfair! That's child labor!”
“Yeah, good luck with that argument. I've been trying to use it for 20 years.”
Jimin grabbed his dance bag from the corner of the room and brushed past Jungkook on his way out. Jungkook stuck himself as much as he could to the wall so that he wouldn't touch Jimin's skin. A huge expanse of it was on display, and it was making him uncomfortable. He gulped. “Do you ever wear proper clothes?” he asked before he could stop himself.
Jimin stopped in his steps and turned back to look at Jungkook, an unamused look on his face. “What's your definition of proper clothes? Garage sale t-shirts fit for a 12-year-old that are two sizes too big?”
Jungkook looked down at his attire – that he may or may not have gotten from a garage sale; it was nobody's business – and frowned. “It's comfortable,” he mumbled, lost for a good comeback of his own since Jimin had been so quick with his.
“This is comfortable too,” Jimin said before walking away again. “I'm going to the locker room to shower,” he said over his shoulder. “You can wait here or meet me at the cafe on campus in 20 minutes.”
“What if I have plans?” Jungkook shouted after him.
“What does that have to do with me?” Jimin shouted back. “Cancel them!”
Jungkook groaned in frustration. This was going to be torture.
* * *
When Jungkook met Jimin in the cafe 20 minutes later, he had to do a double take.
He came through the door of the establishment wearing dark shades. He was dressed in a gray dress shirt with two buttons stylishly undone at the top, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. And he wore black jeans – ripped at the knees – and black boots. His blonde hair was swept back off of his forehead, still slightly wet from his shower, but very stylish. He looked like a male model. A manly male model.
Jungkook gulped.
He was used to Jimin prancing around in tights and flamboyance. This, he wasn't used to.
Jimin noticed him and began to walk over with confidence in his step. “You really waited,” Jimin said, when he reached the table Jungkook sat at. “Good boy.” He casually ran his hands through Jungkook's hair as if they were familiar. Jungkook knew Jimin was teasing him and that he should probably be offended, but all he could do was blush from the feeling of Jimin's fingers brushing through his hair.
“I- I wasn't sure what you wanted. So I waited to order,” Jungkook said, avoiding Jimin's eyes even when he took his shades off and sat them on the table.
“That's okay,” Jimin said. “We won't be here long anyway. I figured we should just exchange numbers and then I could send you the address to my parents' dojo.”
“Okay.” Jungkook quickly pulled his phone from his pants pocket, strangely excited.
“Thursday through Sunday. Evenings. That's when the place is the busiest and when they will need the most help,” Jimin was saying as he punched his number into Jungkook's phone. “I'll call you to remind you when you need to come in.” He handed the phone back over to Jungkook.
“Okay.”
Jimin sat back in his seat and studied Jungkook for a second, a small smile playing over his lips. “What's wrong?” he asked. “Why are you suddenly so docile? Did something good happen on your way over from your studio to the cafe?”
Jungkook shook his head. “No.” But that was all he managed. His tongue died on him from that point forward.
“...Okay...” Jimin said when the silence stretched on for too long. He stood up from his seat. “Like I said, I'll call you. See you later.”
“Bye.”
When Jimin left the cafe, Jungkook let his head fall against the surface of the table – defeated. What was that? He literally just became tongue-tied and why? Because Jimin changed outfits? Because he dressed in a style that was totally his type? Because he looked fine as fuck? Yeah, all of that sounded about right.
Jungkook whined. He had been certain he hated the guy, but things had become so much more confusing.
* * *
Of course Taehyung teased him when he came back from meeting with Jimin with a vacant look in his eye and figurative drool dripping down his chin.
“You fell for him, didn't you?” his friend asked promptly. He had ignored Jungkook's flustered denials to reply. “It's okay. Even straight guys fall for Jimin's charm. Your gay ass is definitely not immune.” To which Jungkook had simply hit him petulantly and then stalked away.
But, regretfully, Taehyung was right.
As Jungkook started to volunteer at the dojo, he saw more of Jimin. And the more he saw of him, the more interested he became.
On the first night of volunteering, Jungkook had been surprised to learn that Jimin was skilled in kendo. He watched him lead a demonstration for pre-teens, and he couldn't help but to admire Jimin's knowledge, precision, and strength. Right after that, Jimin had rushed off to change into a red crop top, tight leather pants, and high heels for a street performance with Red Crew. He could only watch in wide-eyed bemusement as the other man rushed past his reception desk to make it on time.
It was this duality that intrigued Jungkook.
Sometimes Jimin exuded such intimidating energy that it overwhelmed Jungkook but other times he seemed as fragile and delicate as a flower. Jungkook couldn't help but to wonder which was the real Jimin. Or was he a combination of the two? Just an enigma of a man wrapped into a pretty, pretty package.
It was on a Sunday night that Jungkook got his answer.
He jerked his head up when Jimin laid heavily against the desk separating him from the rest of the dojo.
“Hey,” Jimin said.
“Hey,” Jungkook responded. He looked Jimin over. He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and black jeans. Very casual. Though the jeans were still tighter than anything he would ever wear. “What's up?”
“Wanna go grab some ice cream?”
Jungkook looked around to see a coach going through some last minute exercises with a private group of students. And the janitor had come in for his 10 P.M. duty.
“But my shift isn't over yet,” Jungkook said.
“It's Sunday,” Jimin responded. “No one calls on Sunday. Especially not at this time. Come on, let's go.” He tapped the surface of the desk to get Jungkook moving, but it only earned him a fidget. Jungkook remained in his seat.
It looked as if the younger man was having an internal struggle before he deflated, one side having overpowered the other. “I can't,” he said. “I'm supposed to work until midnight tonight.”
Jimin sighed. “You're really surprising, you know that? You seem like a tough guy with your baggy pants and chains, but you can't even play hooky for a job you're not even getting paid for.” He didn't sound truly disappointed or upset, but Jungkook still pouted. He wanted to go out with Jimin; he really did. But...damn his inability to be irresponsible! “Okay,” Jimin said, stepping away. “Guess I'll go grab some ice cream on my own then.” He hesitated as he left, seeing if Jungkook really wasn't going to follow him out. When Jungkook still made no effort to move, he turned on his heel and walked out the door.
Jungkook's chin fell to his chest. He wondered if Jimin would ever extend another invitation to him. He hoped so.
The phone rang, and he got back to work.
* * *
He stretched when the minute hand hit midnight. Time to go. All of his muscles ached and screamed at him for being inactive for hours on end, and he was just about to stand up when a carton of ice cream landed in front of his face.
His eyes moved up from the chocolate ice cream to Jimin's face.
“Ice cream delivery for Mr. Jeon Jungkook.”
Surprise only stayed on Jungkook's face for a second. It then morphed into a wide smile that brightened his whole face and made him look about five years younger.
Jimin was afraid the ice cream would melt from the sheer amount of warmth emanating from the man at the desk.
* * *
“My dad says this place is haunted.”
“Really?”
Most of the lights of the dojo had been turned off now and Jimin and Jungkook were sitting behind the reception desk, only illuminated by the small lights installed on the underside of said desk. Those lights stayed on 24/7 just in case the receptionist had to stay late, looking over paperwork.
“Yep,” Jimin said, scraping around the sides of his ice cream carton to get the last of it. Both he and Jungkook were sitting on the carpeted floor – him with his legs folded beneath him Indian style and Jungkook with his back leaning against the reception desk.
“By who?” Jungkook asked curiously.
“Not who. What.” Jimin sat his empty ice cream carton aside. “My dad says his grandfather, my great grandfather, had a wife that used to work here at the reception desk. She hated her life and my great grandfather. So to escape him, she...” Jimin trailed off at the sound of tapping. It was faint, but it was there. “What is that?” he asked. “Do you hear it?”
“Yeah. What is it?”
“I don't know.”
The tapping continued.
“I'm...I'm gonna move beside you, okay?” Jimin said, unashamedly frightened. He didn't do well with scary things.
“Okay,” Jungkook whispered.
Jimin slid next to Jungkook and pinched his shirt in his fist. He was so busy peering around to see if he saw anything that it took him a moment to realize that the tapping sound only got louder the closer he got to Jungkook. He looked over and saw Jungkook tapping his finger on the bottom of the wooden desk and then he looked up to see the younger man smiling at him with a shit-eating grin.
“Hey!” Jimin yelled, immediately releasing Jungkook's shirt and hitting him instead. “You're doing that!”
Jungkook laughed. “You got scared so easily, hyung. Why tell a scary story if you're the one that's gonna get scared?” His laughter continued.
Jimin pouted. “Brat.” But he wasn't that angry. He was thinking about the fact that this was Jungkook's first time addressing him as 'hyung', and he liked the sound of it.
“Jungkook.”
“Hm?”
“Do you dislike me?”
Sobering up from his laughter, Jungkook's mouth dropped open in surprise. “Uh...” he stuttered helplessly to try to find the right thing to say before he just settled on the truth. “I didn't like you at first,” he admitted before rushing to explain. “But that was before I got to know you.”
“Oh...” Jimin said. “What didn't you like about me?”
Jungkook winced, feeling ashamed that he had judged Jimin so harshly without even speaking a word to him. “I thought you were too feminine, I guess...” He hung his head, knowing he sounded like a prick. “It was annoying.”
Jimin pointed at himself, surprised. “I'm feminine?”
Jungkook turned to face him in the dark. “Well...you're always coloring your hair, wearing makeup, and your clothes...they're...strange...I don't know.” Jungkook scratched the back of his head and was glad it was dark in the room so that Jimin couldn't see him blushing.
“Hm...” Jimin said. “I never thought of myself as feminine. I never thought of myself as masculine either. I was just being me...” His voice lowered with his next words. “And you didn't like it...”
Jungkook snapped his head around to look at Jimin again. He couldn't see him properly, but he could tell he was looking down at the floor. Jungkook cursed himself for making him feel bad. Jimin should always feel happy and confident. Just like he usually was. “That's my fault!” Jungkook rushed to explain. “It had nothing to do with you. I guess I have some prejudices I didn't know about. There's nothing wrong with being one way or the other. What even is feminine and masculine anyway? Who made the rules?” He scoffed, the words falling off of his tongue in a hurry to make Jimin feel better. “I'm stupid,” he concluded. “Any problem I had with you was about me and not about you. I promise. You're amazing. You're beautiful. I like you!”
Jimin's head whirled in his direction and Jungkook's mouth fell open at his own shamelessness. “I mean!” he sputtered. “Not like that! I mean...I don't know...I like you as a friend! And maybe...I don't know!” He clamped his lips shut and shook his head, mentally cursing himself.
A giggle interrupted his self-imposed shame and he looked over to see Jimin's shoulders shaking. Those giggles were the prettiest sounds Jungkook had ever heard. It sounded like a chorus of bells.
“You're cute,” Jimin said. When he finally sobered up, he turned his body in Jungkook's direction. “I was just feeling that it was a little unfair because I liked you from the start. Even before I met you.”
Jungkook's eyes widened, and his heart stuttered in his chest. “Huh?”
“I noticed you when you first enrolled at the school. I was immediately asking around about who the handsome new freshman was. I found out that you major in Photography and that you like to wear black, but I was content to just admire you from afar since I assumed you were straight. But then I met your brother a few weeks ago.”
“Seokjin?” Jungkook asked.
“Do you have another brother?”
“No.”
Jimin giggled again.
“I met him through Namjoon, and I found out from him that you were gay. I was happy when I found out...” Jimin confessed.
Jungkook's heart sped up, reading the implication behind those words. But he waited for Jimin to continue.
“I asked your brother to introduce us, and I guess his way of introducing us was to throw you into the middle of a crowd so I could dance on you with tight shorts.”
Jungkook chuckled shortly. “He's an idiot.”
“And then after you pushed me...I was hurt.” Jungkook hung his head. “So when I saw your best friend walking to the cafeteria, I couldn't help but to go over and ask him about what was going on. He said he didn't know, but he would find out. And that he would make you apologize.”
“No wonder he was pushing me to go find you!” Jungkook said, shocked at the betrayals he had suffered. “That traitor!”
Jimin giggled that tinkling laugh again. And Jungkook realized he wasn't upset at all that these things had happened without his knowledge. Because it led him to Jimin. He played with the hem of his shirt.
“So...” Jungkook said. “Does that mean you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?”
Jimin smiled and inched a little closer to Jungkook's side. “I thought you'd never ask.”
* * *
Jimin had just finished his street performance for the night. He was wearing a large white sweater that completely covered the jean shorts that were cut to just under his hips. When he ran up to Jungkook, who was waiting for him outside the cafe they had agreed to meet at, he wasted no time in pulling the smaller man into a hug and placing a kiss on his lips.
This was their third date and Jungkook was getting more and more enamored.
“Why didn't you come watch?” Jimin asked as they parted.
“I don't want to see you dancing for another guy,” Jungkook said with a pout.
Jimin laughed. “How can you look so badass but still be the cutest baby at the same time?”
Jungkook's pout grew deeper. “I'm not a baby.”
“Whatever you say,” Jimin said with a smile, leaning in for another kiss. “But just so you know...you're the only man in my life.” He placed another sweet kiss on Jungkook's lips. “And it's gonna stay that way as long as you keep making me happy like this.”
A warmth spread in Jungkook's chest and it burst through when he smiled down at Jimin.
“I was thinking...” Jungkook said, sliding his hand down to take ahold of Jimin's. Jimin stared at him curiously. “Would you wanna come over and show me some of your kendo moves? While wearing that red crop top and leather pants combo you have?”
A mischievous smile grew on Jimin's lips. “Kinky.”
“It's all because of you.”
“You're welcome.”
They turned to go into the cafe. “So...are you going to come over?”
“Maybe.”
“Hyung~”
Jimin giggled, his laugh rivaling the bells that chimed upon the two mens' entrance into the cafe. Jungkook hoped to hear it forever.
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