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Jimin’s breathing hitched as he made his way towards the club next to his best friend Taehyung.
He was nervous about meeting with everyone once again after the “break” he took for himself back in his hometown, Busan.

Anyone but Taehyung knew why he left, so he was expecting a lot of questions coming towards him about this topic. However, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to answer them.
There was no escape. At some point everyone would have to know the truth; after all, those people were his all-time friends, they deserved to know.

As the two youngsters made their way towards the table where the others were currently sitting on, drinking beer and laughing out loud, Jimin’s heart started to beat faster.

He hadn’t thought about him back in Busan, not at all.

It was at that exact moment where his mind started to bring memories of the two together, passing them through his brain as if it was some kind of movie. His heart ached for a second, and he wondered if he’d be there, after all that happened.
Had he changed? Was he upset? Had he a new boyfriend? Jimin did, so why not?

Would Jimin be able to bear the thought of his ex-boyfriend having a new person by his side?

“Hey” Taehyung patted Jimin’s back gently. “See? He’s not here. I told you.” He displayed his boxy smile, Jimin’s favourite.

“Yeah” He simply said back. It’s true that Jimin begged to his best friend for Jeongguk not to show up, but deep in his heart he still wished he’d be there.

Jeongguk had always been a very stubborn person and when he wanted to do something he wouldn’t stop until he did it, but maybe this time it was just that he didn’t want to see Jimin at all.

Jimin sighed in relief as he greeted his friends gathered around the round table, hidden in a corner of the club full of neon lights of all different colours.

He thought he’d feel uncomfortable at first, but how could he when his friends were his most prized possession? Those guys were everything to him, so he wasn’t surprised when, instead of bombarding him with questions about why he left and what had he done there, they let him talk about whatever he wanted.

He told them about how much he missed his mother’s dishes, how pretty the beach is, and, of course, how gentle his new boyfriend was with him.
His friends were surprised with that last topic, but neither of them decided to question it. At least, not for now.

Jimin felt like home even though he just came back from it. He felt at peace, finally laughing out loud after all those days of crying himself to sleep, with his heart broken and wounded. He was finally showing his smile to the world again.

And it wasn’t just any smile. It was the eye-smile which Jeongguk was in love with, the one and only smile that made his heart clench every time he saw it.
Therefore, it wasn’t a surprise that his heart skipped a beat when Jimin turned around in search of the bartender with that smile, that fucking smile.

Jeongguk tried, he really did. He promised his hyungs he wouldn’t come, he didn’t even want to come, just so he could hear that giggle again and remember how it wasn’t his anymore.
But maybe that’s why he did it. Maybe the whole reason he was hiding behind one of the neon lights that were attached to the floor was so that he could hear his laugh again. Admire him from afar, just one last time.

His masochist self was getting the worst out of him, but he couldn’t help it. He was helplessly in love with his Jiminie.

However, as Jimin was turning his head back around, his eyes traveled freely across the room, and that’s when the world stopped for both.

They were looking at each other with an intense stare filled with unspoken feelings. Their eyes met for less than what it seemed, but both of them knew that that stare held more emotions than words could speak.

**

Jimin opened the door to the bathroom and put his hands on either side of the sink, looking right into his reflection while he tried to recover from what he just saw.

Jeongguk was there, and he didn’t know what to do.

He tried to keep his cool around his friends and rush as quickly as he could to the public bathroom to calm down.

He washes his hands not even knowing why and breathes in and out slowly. Soon enough, he’s walking back to the table, only to find Jeongguk sitting across his seat.

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“Oh, Jimin!” One of his friends, Seokjin, said. “I hope you don’t mind if Jeongguk joins us, he happened to be here as well!” He says with a bubbly smile.
Seokjin was often oblivious to a lot of things, so he didn’t notice the awkward atmosphere between Jimin and Jeongguk, instead of everyone else, who were as uncomfortable as the two ex-boyfriends.

“Of course not” Jimin said, with a smile. “Nice to see you again, Jeongguk”, he greeted politely. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just say “no, I don’t want to be around him, I feel uncomfortable”

“The same goes to you, Jiminie”. Both of their eyes then widened at the sudden pet name that slipped mercilessly through the younger’s lips. They pretended as if they hadn’t heard anything, but truth to be told, both of their hearts raced at the small sign of affection.

 

Then, an awkward silence followed, but Yoongi was fast enough to break it by asking some questions at Jeongguk. Jimin didn’t pay any attention to the questions nor the answers that were being exchanged between the two. He just focused on Jeongguk’s features, as if he was about to disappear at any second.

He knew that what he was doing was wrong, so he quit staring when he realised that he, in fact, had a boyfriend and he shouldn’t be drooling over an ex.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, noticed Jimin staring, but he didn’t stop himself when Jimin looked away. He eyed every inch of Jimin’s body shamelessly, an action which made everyone else question what was going on between the two ex-boyfriends.

**

Hours had passed by and it was time for them to say their goodbyes. Another awkward interaction between Jeongguk and Jimin occurred, but soon enough they were both back in their respective apartments.

Jimin called his new boyfriend Haneul while Jeongguk played some videogames.

Haneul knocked on Jimin’s door while Jeongguk was preparing himself for bed.

Jimin took off Haneul’s shirt while Jeongguk was looking through his phone as memories of his past relationship flooded his mind.

Haneul kissed Jimin’s neck while Jeongguk tossed and turned around the bed.

Jimin moaned while a single tear fell down Jeongguk’s cheek,

And Jeongguk slept while Jimin dreamt about Jeongguk.

***

“Can you pick me up after practice today?” Jimin asked Taehyung as he parked the car near the dance studio.

“I don’t think so, Chim” Taehyung explained. “My nephew is coming this afternoon and he will want to go to the park or something for sure”

“Oh, okay then” he smiled at his best friend soothingly. “I’ll go by myself then.” He says, getting out of the car and waving him goodbye.

Practice went by pretty quickly if you asked Jimin, but his mind was on another world that day. The choreographer caught his attention more than once and told him to concentrate, but for some reason he couldn’t stop thinking about Haneul and Jungkook.

It was frustrating for him, because even after all that time he was away, he still couldn’t stop thinking about the boy.
That precious boy that would bring him the whole sun and moon if he asked for them.

But he had to forget him. What they had was impossible, and they both knew it too well. However, deep in his heart, they wanted to try again, but Jimin had a boyfriend that he loved so much, and he couldn’t do that to Haneul.

Jimin got out of the dance studio and started heading towards his apartment. It was late afternoon and the sun was starting to disappear in between the buildings. Jimin was slightly scared due to the lack of light and the streets he had to walk weren’t the most welcoming either, but he didn’t have anyone else who could pick him up, therefore, he had to gather courage and walk alone through those streets.

After walking for a while, he started noticing a presence behind him, but he was too scared to turn around to check if it was just his imagination or not. He started to panic silently as cold sweat ran down his back, accelerating his pace slowly so the person behind him wouldn’t notice.

He felt the body behind him getting closer and closer at each step he took, which caused him to start running with his eyes closed, not bearing the pressure he was putting himself into.
Soon after he started running, he bumped into something -or someone, Jimin couldn’t tell- that was much more taller and buffer than him.

“Ouch!-” Okay, that was a person, not an object. Jimin thought. The person turned around and Jimin heard them gasp. “Jimin...?” And just by the tone of their voice, soft but deep, Jimin knew who was in front of him.

He wished to be dead at that moment, but the soft caresses on his arms he felt after the person recognised him made him think otherwise. However, if he could just disappear so he wouldn’t have to face those sparkly eyes once again, he wouldn’t think it twice.

“Jungkook...?” Jimin said, his voice breaking and his heart racing as if he hadn’t seen him already one week ago.

“Are you okay?” The younger asks, concern in his voice as he spoke.

“Uh... yeah, yeah. I am” Jimin said, stepping back and bowing at him.

“Are you sure? You seem very startled” Jungkook insisted.

“I mean... I bumped into you so I would’ve been startled either way” Jimin said, almost inaudible.

Jungkook chuckled and looked up at the sky. “What does that even mean?” He sighed, laughing at whatever it was that was flooding his mind.

Jimin noticed the presence behind him again and a chill ran down his body, making his expression change drastically. Jungkook noticed his change of behaviour, and when he saw the weird-looking guy staring straight at them everything clicked.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home” Jungkook said, motioning Jimin to follow him. Jimin was about to protest but Jungkook cut him. “Just get in the car” he simply said with a rough and intimidating voice.

 

When they entered in the car, Jungkook started to lose control.

“Are you stupid?! Why didn’t you tell anyone that someone was following him?” He gripped harder the steering wheel. “He could’ve done something to you! Why didn’t you tell me earlier, or called Taehyung?” He sighed loudly, Jimin shocked at his reaction he didn’t dare to say anything. “You’re unbelievable. Doesn’t your boyfriend come to pick you up?” He asked.

“N-no” Jimin responded. “He can’t, so Taehyung comes to get me but today his nephew came and he had to take care of him.” He looked down.

“Why can’t your boyfriend pick you up?” He says, starting ti drive off towards Jimin’s house.

“Something about an important online tournament...”

“Really? Is that more important than your boyfriend?!” He huffs.

They don’t say anything else until they reach Jimin’s house. Jkmin thanks him and they say goodbye, but they didn’t know that they would meet each other too soon.

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After a long day of working Jungkook needed a drink, so he invited one of his friends to go with him to his favourite pub, the Wicked bar. That place held lots of memories of his past that he didn’t want to remember, but for some reason he always found himself going back to the unique atmosphere of the bar.

The Wicked bar was very calm and chill, perfect to have a meet up with friends or a few shots to drown your feelings.

Maybe that last reason was why Jungkook found Jimin sitting on the bar counter with a glass of cold whiskey dancing swiftly on his fingers. The ice inside the liquid creaked with every movement he made with the vase, and Jimin loved the sound of it.

“It sounds just like my heart” he said, to no one in particular.

Jungkook though, kept an eye on him ever since he entered the place, so he heard him say that. He wanted to back away from him and go back to his own business, but his instincts had other plans for it.

“So your heart’s breaking?” He questioned once he stopped himself right behind him.

“Exactly” Jimin laughed cynically.

“Why?” Jungkook pushed him. He was sure that now that Jimin was drunk he could say some things that he’d never say when he was sober.

“Because I don’t love my boyfriend.” Jimin said, drinking again from his cup.

“And who do you love then?” Jungkook asked. He knew his heart was about to ache once he heard the answer, he just wished Jimin would lie to him.

“I love-”

“Jimin? JIMIN!” A voice called Jimin’s name from the entrance. Both of the boys turned around and saw Taehyung running towards them. “Gosh, what are you doing here? Are you crazy?” He helped the older up and stopped himself once he saw Jungkook standing there with a heartbroken expression on his face. “Jungkook...?”

“Sorry I was already going.” He excused himself. “I saw him like this and I just couldn’t leave him so... yeah.” And with those last words, Jungkook fleed from the Wicked bar, the one that flooded his head with memories.

***

“Come on Jungkookie!” Jimin laughed and yelled as he jumped from one table to another. “Dance with me! The Wicked bar is all for us!” He spun around and jumped, landing perfectly with one foot right in front of Jungkook.
“Don’t you want to dance with me?” He said, flashing him his adorable eye smile before he gently kissed Jungkook’s lips.

“I don’t know how to.” Jungkook said, still startled from the sweet and innocent kiss Jimin gave him.

“Ah! Don’t be like that! You know how to.” Jimin chuckled, grabbing Jungkook by the hands and placing them on his hips.

The slow music guided their bodies back and forth, their eyes never breaking contact. Jimin put his head on top of Jungkook’s chest and the younger rested his on top of Jimin’s.

“I love you, Jimin.” Jungkook said, loud enough for Jimin to hear.

“I love you too.” Jimin said, and leaned in to kiss Jungkook again. “Haneul.”

“Haneul.”

“Haneul.”

Jungkook got up suddenly, with sweat running down his forehead. His breathing was uneven and he was shaking. He didn’t know if it was because of the dream itself or the last name he heard before he woke up. He brought his shaky hands on his face and sighed, and soon after he started crying softly.

“I wish I never met him.” He sobbed. “Gosh, he’s too hard to forget