Jungkook tries to stare at his reflection in the practice room mirror, to focus back on the choreography. He tries to let the music wash over him and move his body to the rhythm and reign in the way his gaze naturally drifts over to Jimin’s form. But as always, Park Jimin is a distraction and a half.
“Come on, Jungkookie.”
“Yes, hyung.” Jungkook manages through heavy pants. Usually, Jungkook is the more energetic of the two, but today, he has a special mission that’s occupying most, if not all of his attention.
Mission: Confess to Jimin.
See, Jungkook is (has been for a long time actually) quite…enamoured.
It’s Jimin’s personality—caring but strong, puts others first, selfless, but doesn’t take anyone’s shit. The way he’s so soft at the edges in the mornings, pouting grumpily, demanding cuddles on cold days. The way he’s so determined, working extra hard to get that one step just right. It’s the way he sneaks an extra serving of shrimp on to Jungkook’s plate, knowing he loves it. It’s the way he encourages Jungkook when he’s feeling his lowest.
The way he dances, the way he smiles, the way he walks, the way he laughs. It’s his small, chubby fingers that Jungkook itches to hold, pouty lips that Jungkook is dying to taste, it’s the way Jimin’s eyes crinkle at the corners, the way his cheeks bunch.
After a lengthy deliberation, Jungkook settles on seeking Taehyung's advice on the matter. While he loves all his other hyungs, Jungkook guesses (read: knows) they’ll be less than helpful.
Seokjin-hyung would probably stare him down before cracking one of his dad jokes (because he doesn’t do mushy feelings). Yoongi-hyung would probably be awkward and not know what to say to him, leading to an even more awkward silence that would be brutal and escape difficult. Namjoon-hyung would probably delve into one of his rants where Jungkook has more questions than answers by the time he’s done. Hoseok-hyung would pinch his cheeks and coo over ‘how much he’s grown up’.
That leaves two hyungs.
Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, which means Taehyung is the obvious choice. Because you know…Park Jimin is the person Jungkook is trying to confess his undying love to.
Scratch that. Jungkook meant crush. It’s a crush! He’s not like…in love with Jimin or anything like that. That’s like, ridiculous. (He cries a little bit internally).
Taehyung encourages him to confess to Jimin. “Just tell him how you feel, Kookie.”
Jungkook considers this, he can’t help but be a nervous wreck though. “What if…what if he hates me?”
“He won’t hate you.” Taehyung says, patting his shoulder encouragingly. “Trust me. I know my best friend. He won’t hate you.”
So, Jungkook is convinced that he should confess to Jimin. (It really doesn’t take much convincing, really).
Back to present, Jimin is currently moving his body expertly to one of their older songs. Not only is he smooth but he exudes a subtle sensuality that Jungkook can’t help but be drawn to. It’s one of the qualities that attracts him to Jimin in the first place—that aura he has.
“Let’s stop.” Jimin announces with a huff after Jungkook misses one too many beats, too distracted. He moves over to the stereo system to turn off the music without waiting for Jungkook’s answer.
“Okay.” He mumbles anyway, heart pounding against his ribcage for reasons other than physical activity.
The music finally stops and Jimin stands with his arms crossed over his chest. “What’s up?” He asks.
Ah. The million dollar question. Jungkook supposes this is his chance to finally confess. They are alone in the practice room (probably in the company building as well). It’s quiet and the lights are dimmed, setting the mood for romance. It’s the perfect opportunity.
“Hyung.” Jimin scowls, but his pout offsets the intimidating gaze. Jungkook is so fond it’s ridiculous at this point.
“Jimin-hyung.” Jungkook starts, brushing a hand through his tangled hair. He’s sweaty and his loose shirt is sticking to his back. Maybe he should postpone this confession. But he decides to push through.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks, arms lowering and gaze softening.
“I…” Jungkook gulps. There is still space between them. Jimin is standing by the stereo and Jungkook is a couple strides away from him. Jungkook thinks about closing the distance between them and maybe bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss. He takes a tentative step forward.
“Jungkookie? You…what?” Jimin asks softly.
Jungkook sighs in determination. This is my chance. He takes a few quick steps forward…
When Jungkook imagined confessing to Jimin, he pictured one of those drama scenes in his head. Stopping Jimin with a hand on his wrist before pulling him into a smooth kiss, holding a swooning Jimin in his arms with pure strength, showing Jimin how manly he is.
None of those things happen.
“Jimin, I…” Jungkook takes quick strides forward to a confused Jimin but unfortunately, he doesn’t see the giant cord running on his path to the stereo. Before he knows what’s going on, he trips on the cord and it’s as if he’s frozen in time. He goes down (very gracefully) to the cold hardwood floor, ankle twisting painfully. He faceplants with a loud thud that has Jimin rushing to his side immediately.
“Jungkookie?!” Jimin exclaims. “Oh my god, are you okay?!”
Jungkook groans in pain, trying to push himself up into a sitting position. He ends up flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling in despair. “Oww…”
“Jungkookie?” Jimin grabs his hand.
Jungkook opens his eyes. Maybe it’s the shock (hah!) talking but he swears Jimin looks like an angel. His cotton candy pink hair creating the illusion of a halo around his head, gaze soft, eyebrows pulled together in concern.
Jungkook smiles stupidly.
Needless to say, his first attempt is a fail. He sprains his ankle and Jimin has to drag him back to their dorm.
The next day, Taehyung is wheezing, clutching his middle with tears streaming down the side of his face when Jungkook explains what happened. He has ice on his ankle, elevated off the couch. Jungkook crosses his arms petulantly, pouting.
“It’s not funny.”
Taehyung looks at him for a long moment. It really looks as if he’s actually going to have mercy on Jungkook and stop laughing.
He laughs harder.
Jungkook stares at the side of Jimin’s face. He has a gorgeous profile, especially when he’s smiling with his eyes curved into the most beautiful crescents. He feels his own lips twitch upwards at the sight.
So, Jungkook decides to take matters into his own hands, determined to make it work this time. He’s going to take Jimin out.
Okay, fine. It’s their day off and Jimin wanted to try his hand in bowling.
“Let’s go bowling.” Jimin says, while they are both sprawled on the couch, still in their pyjamas. Jimin in his boxers and a loose t-shirt and Jungkook in his Pikachu onesie.
“Y-yeah!” Jungkook stutters. This isn’t a date. This is not a date. Because Jimin means it Platonically. Like how they always hang out. But by the end of this outing, Jungkook is 100% sure that Jimin will see him as a man, rather than a mere dongsaeng.
So, off they go to the bowling alley. Jungkook is unashamed to say he shows off for Jimin. He rolls his sleeves up so his forearm muscles will show, veins bulging. He fixes his determined gaze on the scoreboard before picking up a 16-pound ball and bringing his arm back. I can lift the heaviest balls around! Is that a metaphor?
He hits a strike. He thinks of doing something cool like, dropping the L bomb right there. Be mine. Or something.
Jungkook smirks, looking back at Jimin to make sure he saw the strike too.
He scowls instead.
A girl is getting too chummy with his Jimin. Jimin looks okay with it. He’s smiling softly at her and letting her run a hand down his arm.
This won’t do.
“Hey.” He nods towards her coolly as he approaches the duo. “Who’s this?” Jungkook asks towards Jimin, crossing his arms across his chest.
Jimin hesitates. “A friend of mine, from Busan.” He smiles tentatively.
Jungkook later finds out she’s in fact, not a just a friend, but Jimin’s ex. Fantastic. Fucking fantastic.
Jungkook, instead of confessing to Jimin like he was planning on doing, ends up third wheeling them the entire day. Because there’s no way he’s leaving them alone together. (Although, if he could just listen without jealousy clouding his head, he would hear the fact that she’s happily married right now and is expecting).
Okay, he failed to confess again, so what? He can do it another time no problem.
Jungkook feels the rush of winning consecutively wash over him. He’s tired—bone deep exhaustion from countless hours of dance practice mixing with the elation of winning. He laughs and laughs, swinging an arm over Hoseok’s shoulders, being pulled into hugs in every direction.
Jimin pulls him into a hug that leaves Jungkook breathless. “We did it, Jungkookie.” He whispers, breaths tickling Jungkook’s ear first, then the side of his neck.
Jungkook swoons a little.
They end up ordering take out when they get back to the dorms. Managers are lenient with them this time, allowing alcohol to be passed around. (Taehyung sneaks a few more bottles than allowed but that’s not for them to know).
Jungkook is a lightweight.
Despite what appearances might suggest, he’s not a good drinker. At all.
Taehyung produces three bottles of tequila, along with salt and lime wedges and before Jungkook knows what’s going on, he’s seeing two Jimins in front of him.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Jimin whispers softly. He’s small but he can outdrink most of them no problem. Even Yoongi is passed out on the couch, Seokjin still downing shots with a barely awake Namjoon beside him.
“Okay~” He singsongs, leaning heavily into Jimin and putting his nose into the pink hair. His hair smells sooooo good. Jimin smells so good.
“You’re heavy.” Jimin complains. Jungkook giggles.
Jimin finally manages to drag him to his room—his own room that he doesn’t share with anybody. Jungkook sobers up slightly, maybe, just maybe, this could be his shot.
They’re alone in Jungkook’s room. Jimin is looking at him with that soft expression again, the one that Jungkook is used to seeing directed at him and him only. It makes his heart flutter pitifully in his chest, breath hitching at their proximity. When did we get this close?
This is it! He’s going to do it.
“Jimin. I…I…” Jungkook gulps. Bile rises in his throat. No, no, no. He has to get through this.
“Jungkookie, are you okay?” Jimin asks, it’s oddly reminiscent of that day in the dance studio where Jungkook has managed to trip over a freaking power cord.
It will be different this time. Jungkook is sure.
“I have something to t-tell you.” Jungkook manages to say. He’s gotten further than he ever has before. He feels bile rising up his throat again, the various drink concoctions he had swirling in his stomach nauseatingly.
“What is it?” Jimin asks, brows furrowed.
“I…I’m…” Jungkook doesn’t get a chance to finish, however because he’s running, barely making it to the adjacent bathroom before puking his guts out. There must be someone up there who takes pity on him. At least he didn’t throw up on Jimin.
Jimin rubs his back but Jungkook can’t remember much, world turning a peaceful blank.
The following morning, Jungkook wakes up to one of the worst hangovers of his life. He drops the spoon in his cereal with a loud splash when he remembers what he did.
“Oh my god.”
Just then, Jimin walks in all his glory. He’s supporting a massive bedhead and wearing his t-shirt backwards. Jungkook thinks he’s never been more in love. It’s a crush! He scolds himself.
“Are you feeling better?” Jimin asks him, voice hoarse, satoori seeping through in the morning, full of concern.
Jungkook wants the earth to swallow him up. His entire face burns red. “Y-yeah.”
During their next off day, Jungkook finds himself standing shoulder to shoulder with Jimin in their dorm’s kitchen. Jungkook is starting to suspect that Taehyung is the one who’s sort of…planning these. Convincing the other members to leave them alone or something. Jungkook did tell him about his subtle ‘crush’ on Jimin, to which Taehyung had replied that he was ‘subtle as a brick flying through a window’, which is to say, not subtle at all.
Jungkook had pouted. Jimin hadn’t noticed? Did he?
Seokjin and Namjoon had followed Taehyung out of the dorm, shortly after the man himself had left to go meet up with his friend Park Bogum.
Hoseok had given him a thumbs up as he was dragging an unwilling Yoongi through the door, leaving Jimin and Jungkook alone.
So, all his hyungs (except Jimin) know. That’s great, really. Peachy.
Jimin goes over to the fridge, sticking his head in and coming back out unsatisfied. Jungkook leans against the counter in a way he hopes exudes coolness and manly charm, arms crossed so that his biceps bulge against the fabric of his shirt.
Jimin, oblivious as always, produces peanut butter and an unopened jar of jam from the pantry and comes over to stand beside Jungkook without sparing him a glance.
“Peanut butter and jelly it is.” Jimin announces.
Jimin is not noticing Jungkook being all cool and manly. He’s (admittedly) a bit discouraged but…that’s fine. Jungkook can still work with this.
“Jimin-hyung.” He emphasizes. “Where’s the respect, you brat?” He mutters but it’s without bite, he’s too focused on getting out slices of bread.
Jungkook pushes himself off the counter and comes closer to where Jimin is struggling with the lid of the jar.
“Give it to me.” Jungkook says in English. He’s been studying after all. Will Jimin notice? Will he be proud?
“Did you just quote Yoongi-hyung’s lyrics?” Jimin asks curiously.
I panicked. I wanted to impress you. “Unintentionally.” Jungkook mumbles instead, cheeks red.
“Yeah, in English, while we’re having a conversation in Korean…” Jimin muses.
“Whatever!” Jungkook pouts. “I’ll open it.”
“I got it.”
“Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “It doesn’t look like it.”
“I’m good.” Jimin tries to convince (himself or Jungkook, both probably).
Jungkook sees this as a chance to be cool once again. He can show his strength to Jimin. Make Jimin see him as a man, rather than a cute dongsaeng who’s to be taken care of.
Jungkook makes to grab the jar out of Jimin’s hands but Jimin is fast. He extends it out of Jungkook’s reach. “I got it.” Jimin grits out.
Jungkook reaches around Jimin, arms longer, to make a grab at the jar. Jimin squirms out of the way with an easy laugh that has Jungkook weak at the knees. God, he’s weak. So damn weak.
But, he manages to wrestle the jar out of Jimin’s grip. He smirks triumphantly. “I got this.”
Jimin crosses his arms across his chest, lips jutting out in a pout that has Jungkook screaming internally at how cute his hyung looks.
Jungkook struggles with the lid for a while, Jimin steps closer to peer at the jar.
Jimin doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, however, because Jungkook does open the lid. The only problem is that it’s with too much force. So much force that, he loses control of his arm for a split second, lid popping open but his arm going right into Jimin’s nose, who is standing close by Jungkook.
“Ahh!” Jimin exclaims, clutching his nose. “Ow.”
Jungkook wants to cry, he really wants to lock himself in his room, hole up in there for a week and sob. Jimin is still holding onto his nose, face scrunching up in pain. “I’m so sorry, hyung…I…I…I’m so sorry!”
“It’s o-okay.” Jimin manages, lifting his head back. Jungkook sees blood on his nose. There’s blood. Lots of it actually. It’s trickling down while Jimin tries to control it with the napkins he snatches up from the kitchen counter.
Jungkook doesn’t do blood.
He blacks out.
When he comes to, Jimin is leaning against the leg of the couch beside him, Jungkook sprawled across it. His hyung is sleeping but Jungkook can see that Jimin looks just fine. So fine. All traces of blood from earlier are gone.
“Jimin…” He whispers, nudging Jimin’s shoulder lightly.
“Hmm…” He mumbles back.
“Your back is going to hurt. Come up here.” Jungkook whispers. He doesn’t know why they are whispering.
Reluctantly, Jimin heaves himself on the couch, immediately falling back asleep but not before clutching Jungkook close, burrowing close to his chest.
Jungkook’s heart is beating like crazy, he hopes Jimin can’t hear it. He clutches Jimin even closer and falls asleep.
It's the best sleep he's had all week.
Jungkook wonders if Taehyung is fed up with all his fails because he pulls him into his room, looking around suspiciously. “Listen, Kook.”
His suspicions are confirmed. “I feel bad for you, man. You’re kind of pathetic." Taehyung admits with a wince. "I made a reservation for you two. Go get him, tiger.” Taehyung whispers with a rough slap on Jungkook’s back that almost sends him reeling and steps out.
So, Jungkook prepares. It oddly feels like this is his one last shot. If this fails, Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s going to do. Is he going to continue attempting when all he does is fail?
He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. He puts on his best outfit (approved by Taehyung and Hoseok, who coos at him, demanding pictures like Jungkook is going to prom). He rolls his eyes at them but is secretly thankful.
He convinces the manager that he’s taking out Jimin for dinner to celebrate their wins and whatnot. Honestly, Hobeom doesn’t seem to care about the excuses. They pick up Jimin from his solo schedule an hour later. “Just be careful, alright?”
“Okay, hyung.” They both nod obediently. Last thing they want to do is piss off the managers.
So, there are certain tips that Jungkook picked up on from magazines and some internet research. He holds the door open for Jimin, who thanks him absentmindedly. It might be a familiar restaurant. In fact, it’s one of Hong Seok-cheon’s restaurants. Through a connection from Bang PD, Taehyung must’ve been able to get reservations for them.
Here, Jungkook won’t have to worry about judging stares directed at their way—two guys obviously on a date. Wait...does it count as a date if Jimin doesn't know?
Jungkook’s palms are sweating, he discretely rubs them on his jeans to get rid of the moisture.
“What is this?” Jimin whispers, clearly confused, as they follow the host to their table.
“You’ll see.” It comes out mysterious but Jungkook is terrified on the inside.
Jungkook tries to pull out the chair for Jimin, but he’s too fast, he’s already seated by the time Jungkook reaches him.
“So…” Jimin asks, eyebrow raised. He looks around. “Did I forget my own birthday? Is there a special occasion?”
“No birthdays. Um…special I guess. I wanted to tell you s-something.” Jungkook stutters through his bright red face.
Jimin looks intrigued. Hopefully by the time they leave this restaurant, that look on his face won’t transform into one of disgust. “Listening.”
“Let’s order first!” Jungkook distracts with a fake laugh. He hides his face behind the menu. Chill the fuck out, Jeon Jungkook. You got this.
Jungkook peeks from behind the menu and almost coos. Jimin appears to be concentrating very hard on the menu, lips pulled into a pout, nibbling on his bottom lip, a habit of his. A very distracting habit. Why does he have to be so damn cute? Jungkook (of course) doesn’t realize he’s staring and before he can look away, Jimin looks up.
“Is there something on my face?”
“No…I…” Jungkook looks down at the table, picking at a loose string on the table cloth. He gulps, gathering the last of his courage. “Jimin…I…”
Jimin is listening, Jungkook looks up at him. All he wants to do is put down the menu, that’s it really. But somehow, somehow, he knocks over Jimin’s coke, that’s sitting innocently on the table. He knocks it over and it rolls all the way down to the front of Jimin’s white shirt and light coloured jeans.
Jimin jumps up from his seat when the cold liquid seeps through the fabric of his clothes. "Oh!"
Jungkook wants to bawl. He's going to give up everything and live in a hut at an unknown island from now on. Goodbye. “I’m so s-sorry, hyung!”
Jimin stops dabbing at the mess in the front of his shirt and sighs. “It’s fine, Jungkookie. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
It’s just Jimin being the Nice Guy that he is. That’s all. He probably pities Jungkook. “I’m sorry.” He can’t help but say again.
“I told you it’s fine. What did you want to tell me?”
Jungkook looks down, all the excitement whooshed out of him now, leaving taste of bitter disappointment. Disappointed at himself for not doing anything right. Thinking that Jimin could do so much better than his clumsy self. “It’s nothing.” He croaks out, fighting back tears.
Jimin reaches across the soaked table to put his small hand on top of Jungkook’s much larger one. Jungkook’s heart pitter patters. “Obviously it’s not nothing. There’s a reason why we’re here, right?” Jimin asks in that soft, soothing voice of his, reserved for when he’s comforting Jungkook from homesickness.
Jungkook just shakes his head.
They are quiet when their food arrives, they are quiet when they finish eating and Jungkook pays. It's too quiet.
Jimin seems to have sensed the drastic change in Jungkook’s mood because he suggests that they go down to the Han River to take a short walk instead. It’s pretty cold and late so there’s barely anyone around.
“Jungkookie…are you going to tell me what’s up?” Jimin starts as they are walking shoulder to shoulder. “You’ve been pretty distracted lately. Did I…did I do something wrong?”
Jungkook has to whip his head around to stare at his hyung in shock at that. “What? No. Of course not. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jimin stops walking and faces Jungkook fully. “Then…what’s wrong? Why did we go eat there?” Jimin asks.
“Because I…I had something to tell you. But I figured…you could do so much better.”
“Better…what are you talking about?” Jimin asks, frowning in confusion now.
“I didn’t want to tell you like this. After today I didn’t want to tell you at all, to be honest. You see, Jimin, I…” Jungkook takes a deep breath. He’s going to plunge right into deep waters it seems. “I’ve…I’ve been in love with you for a while. At first, it was easy to ignore, but then you’re you and I…you’re just so loveable and I don’t know what to do with myself you’re kind, and caring and you understand me and you are an amazing dancer, your voice gives me—and you’re like crazy good looking too, how unfair is that? So…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You can just ignore me. In fact, let’s pretend this conversation never happened—” Jungkook rambles on, dignity out the window, scattered across the vast river (probably). He starts power walking away from Jimin.
“Stop.” Jimin commands. It’s that voice he rarely brings out, the one that makes everybody listen. “What if I don’t want to ignore it?” He challenges.
“W-what?” Jungkook stutters. Is Jimin going to hate Jungkook now? Is he going to look at him with disgust? Will he lose Jimin as a friend too?
“Listen, Jungkook. I didn’t want to make things awkward by telling you how I feel about you. So I held it in.”
Jimin sighs shakily, playing with his small fingers. He makes no move to get any closer to Jungkook. “I never would’ve thought you’d feel the same. I didn’t dare to hope.” He laughs a little.
“Feel the same?” Jungkook asks dumbly.
“Oh my god, you don’t get it…” Jimin says, amazed. He looks up at Jungkook with determination before stepping closer to him and pulling him by the jacket down to his height. "I'm in love with you, you idiot." He whispers against Jungkook's lips before locking their lips together in a sweet kiss.
Jungkook’s knees almost buckle. Blood roars in his veins, pounding in his head, white noise filling his ears. He stands shocked still for a long moment before finally pulling Jimin closer. It’s nothing short of amazing to feel Jimin’s plump lips against his own. It’s actually pretty fucking fantastic. They pull apart to breathe against each other's lips before Jungkook can't take it anymore. He kisses Jimin again and again and again.
Jungkook just can't get enough.
Hoseok groans from somewhere off to the side. Jimin and Jungkook are completely lost in their own little world, giggling to each other. They are cute but...gross. Jungkook keeps dropping kisses to Jimin's exposed shoulder and Jimin's cheeks are dyed pink. Jimin is actually (shamelessly) sitting on Jungkook's lap. Taehyung rolls his eyes from beside him. Namjoon and Seokjin ignore them all and Yoongi snores beside them.
Jungkook doesn't pay them any mind. He's never been happier.