Jungkook's POV:
Jungkook walked into one of the conference rooms located inside of the BigHit Entertainment building. A large wooden table with a smooth and polished surface was surrounded by about ten desk chairs. A projector and podium stood at the front of the room.
The room was a bit chilly due to the overzealous air conditioning and it didn't help Jungkook's nerves. He gulped. He had never been in such a business-like setting before.
Min Yoongi was the only other person sitting in the room. A stack of papers sat in front of him and next to him.
Jungkook's mouth fell open slightly in surprise. “Is it just us?” he asked Yoongi, a little hopefully.
Yoongi, a beanie on his head and long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans on, looked up from the papers in front of him to look at Jungkook. “For now,” Yoongi responded. “Come on in,” he prompted. Because Jungkook was simply standing near the door as if he was contemplating running away.
Jungkook was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt – the sleeves currently pushed up to his elbows – and fitted black jeans. He moved to a chair on the opposite side of the table from Yoongi and sat.
“The CEO, a couple of other producers, and lawyers are coming a little later but I figured I needed to meet with you guys first. I've worked with Jimin for a while now helping him to produce this album and...let's just say I think it's necessary that it just be us for now,” Yoongi finished.
Jungkook looked down at the table with a thoughtful frown.
He didn't lack perception completely. After his fifth unanswered text to Jimin, he knew something was wrong. The other man always replied to him. Almost eagerly. The fact that he had been ignoring the younger in the past week made Jungkook worry.
“Do you think he's mad at me?” Jungkook found himself asking Yoongi.
Yoongi blinked, not looking surprised by the question. “I think...” Yoongi started, choosing his words carefully. “I think Jimin has been working on this album for a long time and he had a plan in mind from start to finish. And now that plan isn't happening as he envisioned and it's throwing him for a spin. It has nothing to do with you.”
Jungkook nodded. But he still felt a little hurt. He understood what Yoongi was saying, but it was hard for him to feel like it had nothing to do with him when he was the one it seemed as if Park Jimin may not want to work with him after all. It made Jungkook feel like Jimin didn't like him as much as he thought he had. Or maybe Jimin didn't think he was talented enough. Neither thought sat well on Jungkook's heart.
He didn't have time to think on it much longer before the door was opening again and the said man who had made himself scarce in the past week came walking through. He had a beanie pushed down over his head, a fringe of bangs peeking out underneath to brush against the large shades that adorned his eyes. An oversized beige sweater and jeans completed his look.
Jungkook grew suddenly nervous. He wasn't sure why, but Jimin's appearance made him anxious.
The older man walked over to Jungkook's side of the table but he left a chair between them as he pulled out a seat to sit down. “Let's get this over with,” he muttered.
And Jungkook's heart sank.
There had been a part of him still hoping that maybe Jimin really had been just busy and that would explain his sudden lack of textual response. But now, with the way Jimin didn't even look at him and brusquely started the meeting, he was sure that his prior suspicions had been correct. Park Jimin really didn't want to work with him.
“Okay,” Yoongi said. The meeting was moving forward as if Jungkook didn't just get a slap to the face.
Oh yeah...he didn't. It just felt like that.
“Bang PD and a couple of lawyers are going to be coming to get Jungkook's new contract finalized but before that happened, I wanted you – Jimin – to go ahead and start thinking about how you wanted to rearrange the songs.” Yoongi shuffled some papers in front of him and Jungkook realized they must be printouts of the songs on Jimin's album.
Jungkook glanced over at Jimin, whose lips were set in a hard line.
Yoongi either didn't pick up on the mood, or he ignored it. Either way, he passed the songs over to Jimin. “What parts do you want to give to Jungkook?”
Jungkook kept his eyes focused on the wooden table.
This wasn't how he had imagined things to be when he had first heard he would be working with Jimin. He had imagined a celebratory dinner together, amicable chatting, and Jimin eagerly showing him the ropes. He hadn't expected to feel like an interloper. Someone who wanted to sink into the ground and get away from the anger and disappointment emanating from the seat next to him.
Jimin inhaled before releasing a loud sigh through his nose and then pulled the papers toward him with purpose. He pulled a pen from his jeans pocket and began to make marks with almost no hesitation.
Jungkook was surprised. He had been expecting the other man to protest by refusing to assign parts for a minute there.
After about ten minutes of heavy silence and pen scratching furiously against paper, Jimin capped the writing tool and pushed the papers in Jungkook's direction. “There,” he said.
Jungkook took the sheets of paper. The first one had large 'x' signs over all verses except for a couple of lines in parentheses, which were circled and marked with Jungkook's initials. Jungkook's brow furrowed and he moved on to the next song. It was the same. And so was the next. And the next.
“You only gave me backing vocals,” he said, his voice low.
Jimin didn't even turn toward him. “So?”
Jungkook wondered how he should respond for a second until the statement floating at the forefront of his mind became the only obvious route for him. “I'm not a backup singer,” he said. He turned to look at Jimin and stated directly. “We're partners.”
That got Jimin's attention. He turned to look at Jungkook with an unreadable expression. His lips remained in a straight line and his eyes were covered by shades. If Jungkook could have read the older man's mind though, he would have gotten how shocked Jimin was at the younger's directness. How the older man was once again taken aback by the confidence underlying the kid's shy and quiet demeanor. But Jungkook couldn't read minds. And Jimin didn't allow any of that to show. The only thing he wanted to show was that he was in control.
“We're not,” Jimin stated coldly, his eyebrows shooting up. “Just because you impressed a few amateurs doesn't mean we're on the same level.”
Ouch.
Jungkook was getting a lot of wounds to his heart today.
It was the first time Jimin had said something less than friendly to him and the first time Jungkook realized being on the other end of Jimin's ire was akin to being on the other end of a sword.
Not wanting Jimin to see how much he had hurt him, Jungkook turned his face away, staring back at the table.
Yoongi had stood up to take the papers from in front of Jungkook, looking through them. He looked up at Jimin with an impassive expression. “You're going to make this difficult, aren't you?”
Jimin returned Yoongi's stared from behind his shades and shrugged.
“I expected as much,” Yoongi said with a sigh. “Which is why I'm pulling out.”
Jimin's brows disappeared behind his shades and a crease appeared in his forehead. A frown turned his lips downward. “What?” he asked.
“I have spent more than a year working on this project with you,” Yoongi said, exasperation in his voice. “Putting my other work on the backburner. And a large portion of that time was spent in a stalemate with you – no communication – because you refused to take any of my suggestions. Your stubbornness wasted us precious time that I could have spent working on something else or, better yet, on vacation. I am not going to go through another episode like that with you.”
Jungkook stared with wide eyes as Yoongi ranted, still in a surprisingly calm tone but intimidating nonetheless.
“I will put a cease and desist on my contributions and pull out of this project. Unless you just make things easy for once and let go of some of your pride. So either cooperate or start back at square one. That's my offer to you.”
A pregnant silence descended. Jungkook waited.
He slid a glance over to Jimin who looked like he was holding back curses with how tightly his lips were pressed together. Jungkook glanced down to his hands. His knuckles were white due to how hard his hands were clasped together in his lap.
Jungkook knew that Yoongi contributed to quite a bit of the musical arrangement on this album so if he exited the project and took his creative contributions with him, that would undoubtedly make Jimin's scheduled comeback impossible.
Yoongi wasn't giving him any choice but to agree. It was an ultimatum.
“Fine,” Jimin gritted out after what seemed like forever. “We can assign him parts after he signs his contract.”
Yoongi smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “Good. I'll let you two work on that by yourselves. Just come into the studio Wednesday morning ready to sing.” He stood up, gathering his papers. “I'm leaving. See you two around.”
And just like that he was gone from the room.
Jungkook and Jimin sat in silence with Jungkook wondering if that had been Yoongi's plan all along. To corner Jimin and give him the Don Corleone offer he couldn't refuse. Jungkook swallowed deeply, keeping in mind never to get on Yoongi's bad side.
He was surprised when Jimin spoke up from beside him.
“I'm basically being forced to work with you,” he said.
Jungkook waited for him to continue. For a moment, he thought he was just making a statement, cutting the younger man's still-open wound deeper. But he kept speaking.
“I can't do anything about it unless I want to deal with a lot of legal shit. Which I don't.” Jungkook kept waiting for him to get to the point. “But you can do something,” Jimin finally said, his voice almost hopeful.
Jungkook turned to him with a questioning expression.
Jimin took off his shades and turned to face Jungkook without any barriers for the first time that day. “You haven't upgraded your contract yet,” Jimin explained. “So if you just tell them that you don't want to work with me, you would get off scotfree. Just go back to doing what you were doing with no repercussions.”
Jungkook furrowed his brow as he began to understand what Jimin was asking of him. “You mean you want me to continue being a trainee. Give up on debut?”
Jimin sat forward. “You'll get another shot to debut. This isn't your only chance. Everyone loves you!”
“You don't know that,” Jungkook said. “There's no guarantee that I would get another opportunity like this.”
A flash of anger sparked across Jimin's eyes. “You're nineteen, Jungkook. You have plenty of time.”
“And you're 21!” Jungkook responded. “You can always do another solo album! This may be my only chance to debut!”
Jimin scowled, but he knew he had no retort that was going to make Jungkook change his mind. Especially not with his thoughts scattered by frustration. So he just settled on insulting the younger man. “You're selfish,” he huffed, putting his shades back onto his face.
“No, you are!” Jungkook argued back, not caring how childish he sounded. He turned in his seat and looked forward, staring at the wall, refusing to look at the man beside him throughout the rest of the proceedings.
* * *
But he didn't want to leave things that way.
As they left the room, he quickened his pace behind Jimin until he caught up to the shorter man who had been heading steadfastly towards the front of the building. He tapped the older man's wrist, causing him to stop and turn around. He could tell from the frown that Jimin was still simmering. “What?” the silver-haired celebrity snapped.
Jungkook licked his lips. He didn't really know what he wanted to say; he just knew he wanted to reaffirm something. He was unsure until the words spilled from his lips. “Am I still your dongsaeng?”
Jimin didn't say anything for a while and Jungkook fidgeted under his stare. If Jungkook could see behind the other man's shades, he would see that the other man's eyes had darkened into a glower. But not because his anger toward the situation had increased and not because he hated the kid in front of him. It was quite the opposite.
He glowered because he was struck once again by just how...freaking...cute! This kid was. And that wasn't a thought he wanted to have when all of his plans were going down the drain and the source of it all was standing here in front of him. He wanted to hold a grudge! At least for a little while. But instead, he was fighting down the urge to drop all resentment and squish the younger one's cheeks.
It pissed him off!
“You're so annoying,” Jimin scoffed before turning and storming away.
And because Jungkook couldn't read minds, that was another wound.
* * *
Jimin's POV:
Jimin was still sulking the next morning when he received a phone call from Taehyung. “What?” he asked grumpily.
“Well, good morning to you too,” Taehyung responded over the line.
Jimin didn't bother to move from between his messy sheets. He didn't want to get up for the rest of his life. He wanted to stay in bed and wallow in self-pity. But he knew he couldn't do that because he had a radio show today and a photoshoot for a magazine.
He grunted as his good morning return greeting to Taehyung.
“Guess who's gonna be back in Korea tomorrow? And guess who demands best friend time?” his friend asked.
“Guess who's wondering why you're calling him when you're still in Italy and giving him international charges? And guess who would rather stay in bed with their cat?” Jimin stroked his cat's chin as he spoke the last statement. She was sprawled out on the covers next to him, ignoring the whole other side of the bed just to cause him as much discomfort as possible by pushing into his space.
Taehyung tsked. “Don't pretend you're not rich,” he retorted. “And that's fine. We can both spend quality time with Mina.”
“Mina hates you.”
“She'll learn to love me.”
“You've been saying that for four years now.”
“She's a slow learner.”
“Don't call my cat slow.”
Taehyung whined. “Please, Jimine? I need to talk to you about something.”
“What?” Jimin asked.
“Girl trouble.”
“Is this about that girl you picked up in the club last week?”
“Maybe.”
“I told you not to pick up foreigners.”
“You did not tell me that.”
Jimin rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “Okay, maybe I just thought it really hard. But still...”
“Besides, that's not the problem. She's great. Just...Know that we need best friend time tomorrow.”
Jimin sighed. “Okay,” he said, not really as reluctant as he sounded. He needed to talk to someone as well. If anyone would be able to understand his side of things, it would be Taehyung. “Are you and Ryu Won going to have any days off this coming week?” He would like to spend some time with his boyfriend as well.
Taehyung was silent for a moment. Jimin checked his phone screen to make sure the call hadn't disconnected. “Hello?” he prompted.
“Yes. Yeah, I'm here,” Taehyung said. “...Just thinking. But yeah...We have a couple of days off. Tomorrow and the day after.”
“Cool,” Jimin said. “I'm going to call him. But do you maybe want to go out tomorrow too? I need to get my mind off of something.”
“Mmm...Okay,” Taehyung said. “Not anywhere too crazy though. I'm tired of people.”
Jimin chuckled. His friend's mood usually swung between two extremes. He was either a loud, fun-loving social butterfly or a seemingly practicing monk who wanted to get off the grid and stay that way until his next bout of outgoing socializing desires hit him. Jimin joked that he changed with the seasons. “Okay,” he replied to his friend. “Dinner at a lounge. How about that?”
“Sounds good.”
“Okay, I'm going to call Ryu Won now and see what he thinks.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow. Bye.”
“Bye.”
After the phone call, Jimin was surprised to realize that he felt at least a little bit better. A couple of his favorite people were coming back from Italy. That should take his mind off of things for a while.
* * *
Later that evening, as he was finishing up his photoshoot, Jimin stared suspiciously at one of the new followers he had gotten on Twitter. Usually, he didn't pay much attention to notifications about new followers because it was hard to keep up since it wasn't odd for multiple people to start following him at a time but the username NotJJK kind of stood out to him.
He clicked on the username and was led to the profile which consisted of a profile picture of Namjoon taken straight from Google and an 'About Me' section that simply read, “19. Bored.” The profile was new and the first tweet of NotJJK read, “Finally got a Twitter. How does this work?”
Jimin rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Idiot.”
He crushed down any feelings that made him want to smile, coo, or do any combination of those things and only focused on the thought that Jeon Jungkook was an idiot who probably legitimately thought that Jimin wouldn't recognize him under his super discreet pseudonym. He thought about blocking the younger man but decided against it. Playing it cool was a better option here.
He ran his hand through his hair, checked his reflection in the mirror, and then raised his phone to take a selca. He plastered on a gentle smile for the photo, was pleased with the result, and then posted it to his timeline above the caption: “Don't let anyone or anything take the smile from your face. Remember that, Minis.” Minis were what his fanclub called themselves. He followed the caption with fitting hashtags, making sure to tag his stylist and makeup artist as well so that people could be redirected to their page.
When he was done, he shut off his phone screen and smiled to himself. 'There,' he thought pettily, childishly happy about how much more adept he was at using the social media network than the big-eyed overgrown child with pouty lips, Jeon Jungkook.
A notification sounded from his phone and he picked it back up. It was a notification from Twitter.
NotJJK had liked his photo.
He crushed down feelings again.
* * *
Jungkook's POV:
Without Jimin, Jungkook was alone. Like...really alone.
He knew how much he had enjoyed texting the other man and knowing that he had him in his corner, but he hadn't realized how much he was relying on his companionship until the day when Jimin made it clear that he didn't want to work with him. That night he had cried while staring at the ceiling of his cheap, rundown room.
It just really hit him how much he missed his parents and his home. His friends in Busan. Seon Woo.
That feeling had previously been offset with the thought that he at least had someone on his side in this large, new city. But now there was nothing.
He usually didn't mind spending time on his own. In fact, it was what he tended to prefer. But that was when he knew time alone was an option. Not a given just because he simply had nobody else. This feeling was a loneliness he had never felt before.
Jungkook knew that the feeling would pass. That it was only because it was quiet and dark that he was allowing his thoughts to take over and get the best of him. But the fact that he knew the pain would pass didn't make it hurt any less.
Maybe that's why, on Wednesday – after a grueling studio session wherein Jimin at first didn't even acknowledge him and then mercilessly made him sing one line over and over again and then left without even so much as a glance backwards or a goodbye – Jungkook had hung around the studio with Yoongi. He was aware that he probably looked like a lost puppy. He felt like one too. He just didn't want to go back home and be alone again.
The good thing was that Yoongi didn't seem to mind. He just continued to work silently, sometimes asking Jungkook his opinion on a sound.
After what seemed like a couple of hours, he finally seemed to come out of work mode. He stretched before his eyes settled on Jungkook.
“Wanna go eat street food?” he asked simply, his tone a lazy drawl.
Jungkook nodded eagerly. It felt good to know that he was not, in fact, bothering the man and that the older man wouldn't mind spending a little more time with him.
Yoongi gave a nod. “Hold on,” he said. “Let me call Namjoon. I told him I would let him know when I was done.”
“Okay.”
Jungkook waited while Yoongi dialed Namjoon's number and put the phone to his ear. It was soon settled that they would meet Namjoon for a few drinks before all hitting Seoul's night street market.
Jungkook smiled, excited. Maybe Jimin wasn't his only friend after all.
* * *
Jimin's POV:
Jimin was grateful for the dim lighting in the upscale lounge. It was one of his favorite places to come. Not only because the atmosphere was cozy and intimate but because it was where mostly only other celebrities, socialites, and business owners frequented so he didn't have to worry much about being spotted by fans and interrupted on his date.
He considered it a date even though Taehyung was there as well, surprisingly, along with the same American girl he had picked up last week and the same girl he had spent the last two hours talking Jimin's ear off about before they came here.
Apparently, Taehyung was in love even though neither of them understood what the other was saying seventy-five percent of the time.
A small smile touched Jimin's face as he watched them snuggle up against each other from where his head rested on Ryu Won's shoulder. He thought it was amusing. And fascinating.
He just hoped Taehyung wouldn't come out hurt after all was said and done.
He quickly pulled his head away from where it was nestled between Ryu Won's chin and shoulder and grabbed the glass in front of him to take a drink. He was always careful about how much he touched Ryu Won in public. Just in case. Because he felt comfortable here but no place that wasn't within the four walls of each of their homes was entirely safe.
The gentle crooning of a female jazz singer drifted from the stage to their booth, but it didn't cover the sound of Ryu Won's sigh.
“What's wrong?” Jimin asked, stroking his boyfriend's thigh beneath the table.
Ryu Won was a handsome man with jet black hair, piercing eyes, and a sharp nose. His frame was tall and slender. Tonight, he was dressed in a short sleeve Gucci t-shirt and jeans. Jimin sometimes felt short and stocky next to his willowy boyfriend, but he guessed that sort of came with the territory of someone whose profession demanded physical perfection. Even moreso than that of an idol.
“Nothing,” Ryu Won said.
Jimin peered at him out of the side of his eye with a knowing smirk on his face. “Come on,” he said. “I know you. Why are you sighing?”
He trailed his fingernails up and down Ryu Won's thigh, coaxing him to speak.
He hadn't yet told Taehyung or Ryu Won about the new situation with his contract – the fact that he was now going to be part of a duo – because he was stalling. The longer he put off talking about it, the less cemented was the fact that it was really happening.
He didn't want to talk about his troubles yet, so listening to Ryu Won talk about his would be a welcome distraction.
“Nothing,” Ryu Won said again. “Nothing you can really do anything about anyway.”
Jimin let his hand settle high up on Ryu Won's thigh and squeezed. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
He felt Ryu Won take in a quick breath and he knew that meant things were moving in a good direction. But before they could continue, a familiar voice carried through the room from the stage. A deep voice introducing a new track they had been working on.
“Namjoon!” Taehyung shouted, shooting out of his seat and bringing his girlfriend with him. “Jimin, it's Namjoon!”
Jimin giggled at Taehyung's excitement and had to keep from leaping from his seat with the same amount. He managed to show a bit more restraint. “I hear him,” he said, slowly leaving his spot next to Ryu Won to follow Taehyung where to the middle of the floor so that they could have a better view of the stage. A small crowd was already forming there. “Are you coming?” he turned back to ask Ryu Won.
“Yeah,” Ryu Won replied. “I'm just gonna use the bathroom first.”
“Okay.”
He slid out of his seat and moved towards the stage.
It wasn't rare for Namjoon to come here to perform, but it was rare for him to preview one of his new tracks. Jimin slid next to Taehyung who was backhugging his date and they shared excited smiles.
“But before I start, one of my friends – a talented friend of mine - told me outside that he suffers from stage fright. And you know what I told him? The best way to combat that is to just face it. Over and over again. So I told him he should start tonight. With a freestyle rap to introduce himself!”
The lounge diners, now turned audience, cheered. Jimin did as well, a smile on his face.
“Everybody please welcome my friend, Jeon Jungkook!”
The smile slid off of Jimin's face and he stopped clapping. 'No way,' he thought.
His eyes followed to where Namjoon had his arm thrown out, towards the back of the stage where – sure enough – Jungkook, dressed in the same hoodie and jeans that he had seen him in hours earlier was trying to fake away from Yoongi, who was pushing him further and further forward onstage.
“Jeon Jungkook is a trainee at my company, BigHit, where he's set to debut soon.” Namjoon continued as if there wasn't a literal struggle happening behind him. “Please give him a lot of love and support.”
The audience cheered again, this time minus a Jimin. 'No way,' Jimin thought again. 'I left this little big-eyed idiot behind. Why did he follow me here?'
“BigHit?” Taehyung said beside him. “He trains at your company, Jimin?”
Jimin didn't respond.
Yoongi had managed to finally force Jungkook to the front of the stage and pushed a mic in his hand. He now stood looking out at the audience with that...ugh! Cute ass wide-eyed expression on his face. Large circular glasses rested on his nose, an accessory Jimin had never seen the younger man wear before, and he had to admit they made him look - like a dork! - the anger side of his brain tried to supply. But the larger side of his brain knew that the original thought had been that the glasses made him look even more adorable than normal.
Jimin shifted on his feet as each second passed that Jungkook didn't move, say anything, or even breathe. He told himself he wanted to laugh and jeer but really his feet were itching to run up onstage and save the younger boy from the evil plot of the monstrous Namjoon and villainous Yoongi.
'Why would they force the kid to perform when he obviously doesn't want to?' Jimin thought, forgetting that his anger was supposed to be directed at Jungkook and not his two seniors.
His heart beat anxiously in his chest and his palms were sweating. 'Why does it feel like I'm the one with stage fright?' Jimin thought angrily, his thoughts pinging off of the walls of his brain trying to figure themselves out.
His feet began to move. And he knew he was about to go onstage, snatch the kid and run away with him but he was frozen to his spot when Jungkook's eyes landed on him. His expression finally shifted. A look of surprise touched his face. Then determination.
Jimin stayed where he was. Something told him that confident Kook was coming.
“Someone give me a beat,” Jungkook finally spoke, his voice deep and steady.
A large-set man at the front of the room wasted no time in starting to beatbox behind the cup of his hands. Jungkook met Jimin's eyes again before he began to groove to the rhythm.
When he began to rap, Jimin could only stand in awe. It was a silly rap that started with him stating what his name was but it was undoubtedly witty and showcased a sharp use of flow, rhythm, enunciation, and skill. It was like everyone said. He was good at this too. Jimin could only chuckle.
There was no way he could win.
When he was done and Namjoon was well into his own set, Jimin turned to Taehyung and whispered that he was going to go look for Ryu Won. When he got acknowledgment that Taehyung heard him, he stopped by his table to gulp down a quick drink and then went to the bathroom he had seen Ryu Won disappear into.
He wasn't in there.
Jimin furrowed his brow in confusion before going to a stall and taking care of his own business – alcohol just ran right through him – and then he moved to the sinks where he washed his hands and did a quick checkover of himself in the mirrors. Yep. Still handsome.
He left the bathroom and smiled when he saw Ryu Won back at their table with his head bowed and resting on his fist which was propped by his elbow on the table. It was clear that he was dropping into a nap. He must be tired and jetlagged after all of the traveling.
Jimin didn't have any sympathy though. Right now, he needed all the distraction he could get so his handsome boyfriend was just going to have to deal with it and put in a little more work. The work that was delegated to a significant other.
He slid into the booth that was still empty besides the two of them and pressed himself against Ryu Won's side. No one was watching – everyone too focused on the show onstage – so he boldly slid his hand between his boyfriend's legs and gripped his upper thigh, as close as he could get to his package without flat-out groping him. He pushed his lips against Ryu Won's ear and whispered, “You wanna get out of here?”
The next sequence of events happened in quick succession but Jimin felt as if they were stretched out frame-by-frame by the Gods of Tragedy in a Comedy of Errors.
The first thing that took hold in his brain was that the thigh he touched was much more muscular than he remembered his boyfriend's being.
Then he felt the man next to him shudder and jolt around quickly, his fist coming into contact with the bridge of Jimin's nose in his haste. “What?” the man shrieked.
And before Jimin could even focus his eyes back onto the man and blink past the tears that had automatically welled up in his eyes due to the sudden pain in his nose, he knew who the voice belonged to. That little big-eyed...ugh! Cutie!
“Jimin?!” Jungkook shouted, bewildered.
And as Jimin blinked through the pain, he wondered vaguely why Jungkook was the one acting surprised when he was the one who was sitting in his booth and wearing a shirt similar to his boyfriend's and coming to his favorite hangout spots!
“Jungkook!” Jimin whined, folding over and still gripping his nose in pain. “You're so annoying!”
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