When Jungkook entered the class, Jimin was sitting and looking out of the window quietly with a pout on his face. Of course, he had an idea why Jimin was behaving like that so he just cooed at Jimin's cute jealousy and tried to suppress his smile. He put on a serious face and walked up to Jimin to take the seat next to him. When Jimin noticed Jungkook's presence, he started pretending as if he doesn't even know someone is sitting next to him. Jimin was not even sparing a single glance at him which was driving him crazy. Jungook stayed quiet for a few minutes but when he couldn't wait any longer, he decided to break the silence by himself.
"Is the view outside really more beautiful than the view here?" Jungkook asked in a flirty tone trying to tease Jimin but Jimin just looked at him for a mere second and turned his attention back to the window without even saying anything.
"Oh come on. How can someone ignore a person like me?" Jungkook whined because of which Jimin looked at him again but then turned his attention back to the window.
"Why are you ignoring me Jimin?" Jungkook now asked directly because of which Jimin glanced back and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I ignored you. Sorry I didn't notice," Jimin scoffed with a fake smile and averted his gaze trying to ignore Jungkook.
"You know...you look cute like this," Jungkook cooed which made Jimin glare at him.
"Behaving as if you're my girlfriend and we fought so you're not talking to me," Jungkook replied with a bunny smile.
"I'm not a girl for God's sake," Jimin replied in an annoyed tone and Jungkook just chuckled.
"You're too pretty to be a boy either," Jungkook muttered and passed a flirty smile again.
"Don't flirt with me, your girlfriend might not like it," Jimin snickered and diverted his attention to his bag pretending as if he was finding something in it.
"Girlfriend?" Jungkook asked confusedly.
"Yes, your girlfriend. I saw you with her in the hallway. You two look good together," Jimin replied in an unamused tone on which Jungkook tried his best not to laugh.
"Indeed," Jungkook teased with a smirk on which Jimin took out a book from his bag and placed it angrily on the table.
"Don't disturb me now. I have to study," Jimin scoffed and started writing on the book.
"But I want to talk to you Jimin," Jungkook said in a fake sad tone on which Jimin heaved a loud sigh.
"You probably have many other people to talk to," Jimin mumbled and kept writing on the book.
"Are you jealous?" Jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow and a thinking face.
"I think you're jealous," Jungkook replied with a smile while pointing his finger at Jimin.
"Jealous? Of who?" Jimin asked in disbelief.
"Those 'people' you were talking about."
"And why would I be jealous?" Jimin asked with an annoyed face and Jungkook tried really hard to stop himself from pinching his cheeks.
"Because...You don't even know that but I think you like me," Jungkook shrugged and gave an its-so-obvious look which made Jimin roll his eyes with a frown on his face.
"What? I don't like you. I hate you," Jimin snickered and gave him a death glare.
"It's okay. It's not your fault if I'm irresistible," Jungkook replied with a sassy smile.
"Don't push your luck, Jeon Jungkook. You're a total jerk," Jimin muttered and started writing again.
"A totally handsome jerk."
"You are the first person who ever told me to fuck off," Jungkook replied with a smile not showing any sign of anger or annoyance.
"Fuck off Jungkook. I guess now I'm the second one too," Jimin replied with a fake smile.
"Well. I think I'll pass if it's you," Jungkook replied which Jimin made kinda flustered.
"Just...go away I want to study," Jimin uttered and busied himself in the book as if he was studying something really difficult.
"Doodling is not studying. By the way, this doodle is cute," Jungkook peeked in the book and pointed out a small doodle at the top of the page.
"Just go already," Jimin replied with a sigh because of which Jungkook chuckled loudly before standing up from the seat and going towards the door to leave the class.
Jimin entered the apartment and threw his bag on the couch. He went into the kitchen to get some water to calm himself down. When he came back, he walked up to the couch and threw himself on it while babbling something with a frown on his face.
"Yes, you do make a beautiful couple with her. Go and talk to her then. Why do you disturb me all the time?" Jimin uttered in anger and took the cushion from the couch before throwing it on the floor with all of his force.
"I hate you and her both. I don't care if you fuck her or do whatever you want to do with her," saying that he stood up on the couch and started jumping on it angrily but apparently he was looking like a kid talking to himself as if he was whining for something.
"I'll kill you Jeon Jungkook. I'm definitely going to kill you if you bothered me for anything again," he said loudly with gritted teeth.
"He thinks I'm jealous of her? Why would I be jealous? He is just being stupid," Jimin said and climbed down from the couch with his small fists clenched.
He went into his bedroom with heavy steps. He laid down on the bed with a tired sigh and started looking towards the ceiling quietly.
"Ahh, I don't want to go to work today. I'm too tired for that," he talked to himself in a low voice and let out a tired sigh before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Jimin woke up because of the sound of a phone call and quickly took out the phone from his pocket to see who was calling. He picked up the call while rubbing his eyes when he saw Taemin's name appearing on the screen.
"Hello hyung," Jimin said with a yawn which made Taemin chuckle.
"Hi, Jimin-ah. I wanted to know about your health," Taemin replied in a soft tone.
"Just say that you were missing me," Jimin uttered and stood up from the bed with half-opened eyes.
"Haha you know me. I was missing you a lot. How are you? Is everything okay?" Taemin asked with his usual worried tone.
"I'm totally fine, hyung. Where are you by the way? There's a lot of noise," Jimin replied keeping the phone at some distance from his ear while walking out of the room.
"I'm at a club with my friends."
"Ahh I'm missing going to club with you," Jimin replied in a sad tone.
"If you were in Busan, you won't be missing all this," Taemin replied which made Jimin roll his eyes.
"Don't start again hyung. Just accept the fact that I'm not coming back home," Jimin uttered in an unamused tone.
"You're missing a lot of things Jimin-ah. Look at yourself. You're too young to waste your life like that."
"Okay okay stop. I got it. I can go to the club by myself now. I've done everything alone for two years anyway," Jimin replied while walking back into the room and going to the closet.
"You're not going to the club alone."
"Jimin you can't protect yourself from those horny teenagers in clubs so it'll be better for you to just stay at home," Taemin uttered in a worried tone but Jimin just rolled his eyes for being treated like a kid all the time.
"Hyung, stop this, please. I'm tired of being treated like I can't do anything by myself. You and dad pampered me so much that when I had to stand up for myself, I couldn't even do that. Now I don't want to depend on anyone so please let me handle my life by myself," Jimin said in an annoyed tone before ending the call.
He took out a black silk shirt with leather jeans from the closet and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower and putting on the clothes, he walked in front of the mirror and looked at himself. The black color really suited him a lot. He took a light pink lip tint and but stopped suddenly when he was about to apply it on his lips. He looked at his face for a few minutes and heaved a heavy sigh before putting the lip tint back.
"Who am I even doing this for?" He asked himself in a low voice when he remembered the time when Ahn used to ask him that question whenever they were going out. He shook his head at the thought and with a heavy heart, he took the comb and did the same thing again, not using it and just putting it back.
"I look better this way anyways," Jimin muttered and looked at his messy blond hair and his natural pink lips. He was indeed beautiful even without any kind of makeup. But his lips were dry so he just put on a strawberry flavored lip balm and went to the couch to take his jacket.
"I can live my life fully and I can do it all by myself," Jimin said to himself confidently and walked out of the apartment.
Jimin was sitting on the barstool and waiting for the bartender to give him the drink he ordered. He was sitting there contemplating whether he should drink or not when the bartender came back and gave him the wine glass while flashing a smile. Jimin looked at him and realized that he had the same bunny smile as Jungkook's.
"Ahh. I hate you but why do I keep thinking about you?" Jimin cursed mentally and took the glass before drinking the shot in one go. He had promised himself not to drink that much but he still ordered more.
"You probably would be with that girl and I'm here wasting my time thinking about you," Jimin mumbled sadly this time and sighed tiredly.
He kept on drinking and remembered that night when Jungkook was on top of him and they were just looking at each other as if nothing else mattered for them in the world. Then he remembered the time when on Christmas night, they were standing close to each other with their hot breaths mixing together. How much Jungkook made him happy that night. He kept thinking about everything that had happened between them while drinking the wine and ordering more again and again.
He then remembered the day when Jungkook kissed him ever so gently with his soft lips. Although Jimin didn't kiss back at the time, he missed it now. He wanted to feel it just one more time, the strange thing that he felt in his heart when Jungkook pressed the lips onto his. He missed that euphoric feeling.
Jimin didn't realize how much he drank while thinking about Jungkook. He was feeling light-headed with every shot. He kept on drinking as if it was the easiest way to cope with every problem and to turn away the thoughts because Jungkook would probably be with that girl again.
His eyes were closing shut and his head was spinning in circles. He held his head with both of his hands and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, someone called his name and when he looked up, Jungkook was standing there with a surprised expression on his face.
I was standing with Felix in the club when I looked at someone sitting on the barstool near the counter. His head was down so I couldn't recognize him at first but he was distracting me again and again because I could've sworn he looked like Jimin and I wasn't expecting him in the club so I just stood there for a few minutes before going to him to see if it was really Jimin or not.
"Jimin," I called unsurely on which he looked up and to my surprise I was right, Jimin was sitting there alone with half-opened eyes. He was wearing a black silk shirt hanging loosely on his slim figure and his blonde hair was messily arranged. I had never seen a person look this beautiful even with messy hair. He wasn't wearing any makeup but his natural blush and pink lips were enough to make anyone go crazy over him. He was looking soft and sexy at the same time. But what was he doing alone in the club?
"Jungkook," he replied softly with a weak smile and stumbled when he tried to get up from the barstool so I quickly held him.
He was in my arms and when he looked up at me, our faces were only a few inches apart. It was as if he was hypnotizing me and I even forgot to breathe for a few seconds which happened to me all the time whenever he was close to me.
"Kookie," he smiled again and hugged me tightly and I realized that he was too drunk to understand what he was doing. When I looked around us, two assholes were sitting on the barstool and eye-fucking Jimin which made me give them a death glare and they quickly averted their gaze. I caged Jimin securely in my arms and he just snuggled in my chest.
"What are you doing here Jimin?" I asked softly.
"I had nothing to do at home," he replied with a smile on his face.
"You shouldn't come here alone. Let's go home you're drunk," I uttered and caressed the back of his head gently.
"Are you coming with me?" he asked with a giggle. It was a sound that I could listen to all my life and still not get tired of it.
"I'm just taking you home," I replied because of which he looked up at me with a pout on his face.
"I'll go home if you'll come with me," he whined and hugged me again.
"Okay okay. Let's just go from here," I replied and held his hand before taking him out of the club.
"You're lying you'll take me home and go back to that bitch," he said sadly with that cute pout still on his face.
"To that girl, you were with, in the school," he replied and pulled his hand away from me angrily.
"I'm not going anywhere. Let's just go home," I uttered and held his hand again firmly this time while dragging him towards the passenger seat of my car. He was babbling something when I shoved him in the car and sat on the driving seat to take him home.