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Jungkook knew how this worked. Introduce yourself, take off the blindfold, meet someone new, maybe get a little drunk. Easy, kind of awkward sometimes, a whole lot of fun for everyone. That formula got their channel ten million subscribers; he still remembered the nice dinner Yoongi paid for when the six of them went out to celebrate, and the happiness of being able to do what he loved the most with his best friends - and being damn good at it.
Between all of the versions of ‘Truth or Drink’ they’d made up, the blind date was by far his favorite and the one he worked on the most. Namjoon mentioned how the questions and dares Jungkook added were too explicit every time they filmed another episode, but he was also the first to laugh his ass off whenever one of them was picked.
Jungkook was relaxed as he sat there waiting for Hoseok to bring in his date. It was his first time being in one of the videos and it felt a little weird being on the other side of the camera for once, but he did lose a bet with Jin and he was a man of his word. He really did think he could’ve done more push-ups than his hyung though, he was still bummed about that.
“You ready, Kook?” Taehyung’s voice came from his right and Jungkook snorted.
“I’m still convinced you’re pranking me and you’re going to bring in an old little grandma or some shit,” he said and heard all of them laugh.
“You’re going to like this, trust me,” Tae answered, and immediately after he heard the familiar sound of the camera starting to record and a door being opened, careful footsteps getting closer as Hoseok’s cheerful voice guided someone through the room.
“Ok, we’re almost there.” Something hit the table and Jungkook held onto it to stop the shaking, chuckles filling the room.
“I’m so sorry,” the person said as he managed to sit without knocking any of the bottles over, and Jungkook’s ears perked up. It was undoubtedly a man but his voice was sweet like honey, mellifluous almost.
“You’re already falling over and you haven’t even seen me yet,” he said playfully and the man huffed, but the smile was apparent in his tone.
“We’ll see who’s going to be the one falling by the end of this,” he answered and Jungkook smirked.
“Guys you’re supposed to flirt after the blindfold is off,” Yoongi said, making them both laugh, “introduce yourself, please.”
“Hi, I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you,” he said quickly, hands itching with the urge to take the blindfold off and take a look. If the man was half as beautiful as his voice he really was going to owe his hyungs big time.
“I’m Jimin, nice to meet you too.”
“What do you guys do for a living?” Namjoon asked.
“I’m one of this channel’s producers, as I think some of you may know.”
Jimin let out a little gasp. “Is it the first time you’re in one of the videos? I’ve watched all of them.”
“Yeah, I’ve never been on this side before, and I’m glad you’re a fan,” Jimin’s giggles made him smile, “what about you?”
“I’m a professional dancer,” he said, and Jungkook envisioned a body moving as smoothly as his voice sounded.
“You can take the blindfolds off now.”
It took him a couple of seconds to get used to bright white of the room and the lights, but when he managed to properly see Jungkook had to bite back a curse. Because shit, Jimin was so fucking beautiful.
“Wow,” was all he could muster, leaning back on his seat with his mouth agape, watching almost amazed as the man’s cheeks reddened, teeth biting into his lower lip as his eyes traveled from the tattoos on Jungkook’s arms to his long hair.
Jungkook could see smokey eyeshadow and fluffy, blond hair and... was that lip gloss on his lips? He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a dumbfound chuckle.
“What?” Jimin asked, and Jungkook would’ve thought he was bashful if the confidence in his eyes didn’t give him away. It wasn’t a secret that he looked good, and the fact that he was aware of it was so sexy.
“You’re gorgeous, baby,” he heard Jin gag in the background along with the others’ whistles, but he brushed them off and smirked as Jimin smiled back, resting his head on the palm of his hand. “You look very handsome, too.”
“You said you’re a professional dancer?”
“Yeah, I’m a ballet dancer, actually,” he giggled at Jungkook’s wide eyes, “wanna see something cool?”
The man nodded quickly and Jimin gestured for him to stand up. Three seconds later he had his leg resting on his shoulder, and Jungkook wrapped his arm around his waist on instinct, completely taken aback by his flexibility. Jimin’s body was so close to his it was safe to say he was doing a split.
“Well,” Jungkook said, raising an eyebrow playfully, “this is gonna come in handy.”
Jimin laughed along with the others, covering his face cutely with one hand and lightly slapping his chest with the other. “You better hold on tight, mister.”
He had no time to ask him what he meant that the man brought his arms up and bent his back enough to touch the floor with the tip of his fingers, Jungkook’s hands almost scrambling to hold onto his waist as claps and Hoseok’s enthusiastic “work it!” erupted from the boys. Jimin laughed from his upside-down position and Jungkook watched mesmerized how big his hands looked around his tiny waist.
“Jungkook, stop drooling and sit down, the video hasn’t even really started yet.”
He scoffed but didn’t tear his eyes off Jimin as he stood back up, almost falling from laughing too hard. “You didn’t see this from my perspective man, you can’t understand.”
They both sat down, took the first shot to kick off the start and played a round of rock-paper-scissors to decide who got to ask first, which Jungkook won.
“Alright an easy one, how long have you been single?”
“It’s been about three months now, I think” Jimin nodded to himself. “Me and this guy hadn’t been together for long but I already knew it wasn’t going to last, our first kiss was at a party and we were both too drunk, but I gave it a shot because I loved the attention. Then I heard him say to a friend that he was only playing with me to entertain himself and I dumped his ugly ass,” a small satisfied smile curved his lips, “this is the first date I’ve been on ever since.”
“Lucky me,” Jungkook said, eyes twinkling in interest at the feisty little thing sitting in front of him.
“Lucky me, too,” Jimin tilted his head to the side, eyeing him up and down, “what about you? When was the last time you were in a relationship.”
“Ah,” Jungkook scratched his nape, smiling bitterly at the memory, “it was two years ago, I was still a senior in college, I had been with this girl for over a year and even thought about asking her to move in with me, but then she cheated on me and that was that. I’ve had many hookups since, of course. A couple times I even came close to start dating someone again, but in the end it never happened because they fucked up, in one way or another.”
Jimin smiled at him sympathetically and lightly touched his hand resting on the table to comfort him, before pouring them both a shot of tequila. “Let’s drink to our exes, they didn’t deserve us for shit.”
He winked at him and Jungkook laughed shaking his head, Jimin’s cuteness immediately lifting his mood back again. They clinked the glasses and downed the liquor, almost spilling it as they looked at each other and began to laugh.
“Alright,” Jimin read the next question, “how many sexual partners have you had?”
Jungkook groaned, covering his eyes with his forearm. “Oh my god, you’re going to think I’m a slut.”
“Try me.”
“Ok, let’s say,” he leaned forward, brows furrowed as he tried to remember, “more than twenty-five less than thirty.”
“Cute,” Jimin said and Jungkook raised an eyebrow at him, “I’ve only slept with four people.”
Jungkook looked at him stunned. “Either you’re kidding me or people who meet you all have really bad eyesight for some reason.”
The man giggled, shaking his head. “Not kidding, and most of them could see just fine. The first person I slept with stayed with me for over two years, and then we broke up because I couldn’t focus on anything other than ballet. The other three were months-long relationships after I finished my training and became a professional, and they all went nowhere, the last one being the asshole from three months ago.” Jimin looked at him, smiling bashfully at the understanding expression on Jungkook’s face. “I don’t do hookups or cheating, I get attached way too quickly for anything like that.
“Your dedication is admirable, I mean it,” he said, endeared smile not wavering even when Jimin scoffed playfully at him.
“If you think I haven’t had my fair share of experience you’re wrong, Jungkook, I could probably teach you a couple things,” he said, suggestively raising his eyebrows.
“I know you will.”
They stared at each other, excitement apparent in their eyes, long enough that Jin had to stop them. “Next question, I’m begging you.”
Jungkook glared at him and hastily picked another card, annoyed expression quickly replaced with a smirk as he read the content of it. It was one he added himself, and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to pat his own back.
“What sound do you make while having sex? Can you make it?”
Jimin looked at him for a long second and then opened one of the bottles. Jungkook’s face fell a bit as he tried to not show his disappointment and respect the man’s boundaries, but Jimin still noticed and laughed as he put the bottle back.
“Don’t give me that face, sweetheart. I’m going to do it, I just need a shot first.”
He emptied the glass and relaxed back, a light blush due to the alcohol and what he was about to do creeping on his cheeks. “I’m very vocal in bed, hope you don’t mind.”
“Love it, actually.”
Jimin rolled his eyes at him with a smile, before he went completely serious, half-lidded eyes locking with Jungkook’s as he let out what had to be the sexiest moan he’d ever heard. He’d been with a bunch of people, and now the internet knew just how many, but this was it. Jimin’s voice was normally already so high and sweet, but his moans were literally giving Jungkook goosebumps. Pictures of the man under him, back arched beautifully and genuine, lewd sounds leaving his parted lips flashed through his mind, and he poured himself some whiskey.
“Oh my actual god, Jungkook are you fucking blushing?” Yoongi asked astonished, making Jimin almost roll off his chair, the last of his moans ending in laughter.
“My body doesn’t have any idea what that means so I physically cannot blush,” he said with a straight face, hiding his - in fact - red cheeks by drinking down.
“Let me teach you.”
“Read the question, Jimin,” he cut him off, looking away with a smile.
“What’s the most illegal thing you’ve ever done?”
Jungkook looked at his friends, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Can I actually say this or will we go to jail? I’m too young to go to jail.”
“Just tell him the story, Kook, I don’t think they can arrest us now.”
“Fine,” he shrugged, smiling at Jimin’s curious face, “this is really stupid, please don’t make fun of us.”
“I can’t promise anything, you guys seem very easy to make fun of, no offense,” he smiled cutely at the group on the side and they couldn’t help but melt. And they dared to tease Jungkook.
“So, when I finished college we went on vacation all together which, already, terrible idea. We went to some Greek city, I’m pretty sure it was Athens but we didn’t plan shit beforehand, like we just bought the plane tickets without booking a hotel or something. I seriously didn’t even look up a map of the place, I had no idea of anything. So we get there and find a place to stay which was way more expensive than it could have been, I’m sure they scammed us because they saw we were tourists. Long story short, we were there for roughly four days and an hour before leaving for the airport we realize that we had nothing left. Literally, none of the six of us had any money, we spent it all to eat in weird-ass places and going to clubs. I also remember throwing up in someone’s front lawn at 3 a.m. at some point but I don’t know if that’s illegal?” Jungkook looked at his hyungs questioning.
“I mean,” Namjoon shrugged, “we did break into that person’s property, technically speaking.”
“Ok, we may have invaded someone’s property, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you about,” he turned back to Jimin, smiling as he saw how hard he was trying to hold back his giggles, “as I was saying we had no money and didn’t know how to get to the airport. So what we did, and I know this is kind of mean but we were desperate, was stealing some weed from a group of teens who were smoking near what I think were some kind of ruins of a temple, run away, and sell it to some other teens at such a high price it was ridiculous, and we managed to not get caught, or get beaten up.”
Jungkook watched completely amused as Jimin’s eyes disappearing with the force of his laughter, tiny hands covering his face. He laughed so hard he let out a squeak, and Jungkook felt utterly fucked, a fond smile already blooming on his face.
“I’m so sorry,” Jimin cupped his own rosy cheeks, a little out of breath, “my cheeks hurt, it may be the tequila speaking but that was hilarious.”
“Don’t be sorry, I like your laugh” he winked at him, swiftly avoiding a kick under the table.
“What was the worst sex you’ve ever had?”
Jimin whined, not happy with the question. “Don’t do this to me, I don’t want the guy to be embarrassed.”
“I already did it, baby, you might as well answer it so I can learn something for future reference.”
“So cocky, you’re lucky I like that,” he sat on one of his legs, getting comfortable, “which is exactly the main point of my worst sexual experience.”
“Too cocky?”
“Not cocky enough,” he huffed, “surprisingly it wasn’t even my first time, my partner was the one who had no idea what he was doing. He was the second person I’ve ever slept with, and at that point I already knew what I wanted in bed, and I can be difficult when I don’t get what I want. I need all the attention and someone to be in charge and he couldn’t give me any of those, I had to do all the work and I got so grumpy, but it got better after that one time.”
Jungkook hummed. “Such a brat, aren’t you.”
“A cute one,” Jimin nodded proudly.
“The prettiest brat, you’re lucky I like that.”
“Do you have any tattoos or piercings, and where are they?”
Jimin read the question all too excitedly, leaning to rest his elbows on the table and his head on his hands, looking like a kid about to get some candy. Which was accurate: Jungkook and his tattoos were indeed eye-candy.
Jungkook grinned, his impatience too precious. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I have some of both.”
“I wanna see, all of them!”
“Should I take my shirt off?” he asked his friends, who shrugged and asked Jimin if he was alright with that.
“Honestly, what do you think my answer is?” he raised his eyebrows at Jungkook, making everyone laugh.
“Look at you already getting me naked, baby. I usually wait until the third date for that,” he said as he lifted the hem of his black t-shirt.
“I find that hard to believe,” Jimin almost whispered, every new inch of uncovered skin pushing him on the edge of his seat.
Jimin was sure he’d seen Jungkook’s body in a couple of his wet dreams before, when he imagined himself licking down ripped abs and begging for strong arms to pin him against a wall, grabbing wide shoulders and wrapping his thighs around a lean waist. Ink marked most of his skin, only allowing little space in between each art piece. Some were big and elaborate, some were small and simple, some others were words. A huge dragon on his side, a dagger on his left ribs, the letters composing ‘self-made’ on his fingers, and so many more. Jimin wanted to ask about all of them, wanted to run his index on each one and connect them all like a puzzle. He found them absolutely stunning. And, the cherry on top, his left nipple was pierced, the little bar of metal luring him, making him want to touch.
“I have a couple others, but I can’t show them in front of the camera,” Jungkook said, making Jimin blush at the thought, “what do you think about them?”
“They’re beautiful, you look like you belong in a museum,” he said sincerely, making Jungkook smile almost shyly. “I actually have one myself right here,” he pointed at his right ribs, “but I won’t show it because this question was for you,” to which Jungkook mumbled a “brat”.
Then, Jimin pointed at the only patch of clear skin on the man’s torso, standing out right above his heart, “why is that spot empty?”
Jungkook ran his fingers over the skin. “I’m saving it for something special,” he cocked his head to the side, looking at Jimin for a long second before speaking again, “what’s your favorite thing ever? The one you couldn’t live without.”
Jimin answered without hesitation. “My ballet shoes. I don’t think I could live without dancing.”
“They would look good right here, wouldn’t they?” he asked softly, patting his chest, and Jimin had to cover his shy smile and look away.
“Are you attracted to me?”
“No, Jungkook, I find you totally hideous.”
“Is that why you didn’t let me put my shirt back on?”
“Next.”
“How good are you with money?” Jimin wiggled on his seat so cutely Jungkook couldn’t help his smile, “I love this topic.”
“I can already feel my bank account shrinking,” Jungkook joked and Jimin let out an annoyed huff, “but anyway, I’m actually pretty good with money.”
“Were you not a struggling college student?”
“I mean, sometimes I did have to survive on frozen pizzas and steal my roommate’s Netflix account, but only because I splurged on some fancy camera and lights.”
Jimin hummed, “did your parents approve of your major? I know it can be hard in that sense.” The look in his eyes made Jungkook think he learned it through personal experience.
“Yeah, they’ve always been supportive of me, which I couldn’t be more grateful for,” he shrugged, “they weren’t the richest though and could only pay for my college fees, so I had to work the whole time since freshman year and take care of rent and groceries and all that, but it went fine, it made me independent.”
Jimin bit his lip, huffing again. “I don’t know if it’s you being shirtless or just you being you, but I shouldn’t find this so sexy.”
Jungkook laughed loudly, throwing his head back as Jimin mumbled, “don’t laugh at me!”
“I’m not laughing at you, it’s just that you’re so cute,” he said when his laughter died down, “if you find this hot wait until I’ll talk to you about taxes in bed.”
“You’re so mean,” Jimin whined dragging out the last word. Jungkook found that way too sexy, too.
“You haven’t seen anything,” he said, making the other whine again. “Were you a struggling college student?”
Jimin shook his head. “I studied ballet in academia, and I had a scholarship so everything was covered. I lived and ate there, and my parents sent me a little money every month so I could buy myself what I wanted.”
“That’s amazing”, he paused, weighing his words carefully, “your parents must be very proud.”
“They would’ve been prouder if I decided to be a professor or a lawyer instead,” he smiled despite his words, “they’ve tried to make me change idea, but I know they love watching me perform on stage, they just wish this job would be more financially stable, it’s all. I understand and hate to make them worry, but it’s what it is, and it makes me happy, so they’ve learned to accept it.”
Jungkook nodded and took Jimin’s hands in his, caressing the back of it with his thumb. “I know it’s not going to make it better, but I’m sure what makes them the happiest is that you’re able to do what you love, and that you’re incredible at it. Any parent would be so proud to have a son like you, and I haven’t met your parents but I know that they are, too.”
Jimin wrapped his other hand around the one he was already holding, looking so small next to Jungkook’s. “I think my parents would like you a lot.”
“There’s only a way to find out,” he said making him laugh, wiping away the single tear sliding down his cheek.
“Please tell me my makeup is still good, I can’t believe you made me emotional,” Jimin said with a wavering voice, making everyone laugh.
“You’re still the prettiest person I’ve ever seen, I really don’t think anything could change that.” Jimin hid behind their hands with a groan.
“Oh fuck yes,” Jungkook said, turning to point at Taehyung, who pointed back at him with a grin, “you really are my brother from another mother.”
“I know, bro, I know.”
Jimin looked at them with an amused smile. “What does it say?”
“Sit on my lap and stare into my eyes for one full minute or take a shot.” Jungkook put down the card and slid his chair further away from the table, patting his thighs. “Come here, baby.”
Jimin squeezed his thighs together before standing up, pointing at Taehyung as well with flaming cheeks, “you’re trying to ruin me.”
“I’m doing you a favor, babe.”
“He’s my babe, not yours,” Jungkook glared at his friend, swiftly reaching out to hold Jimin’s hips and pull him toward himself, making him giggle.
Jungkook’s big hands didn’t leave his body once as he sat down, legs on either side of the man’s body, small hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. The other’s golden skin felt smooth and so warm to the touch, and Jimin felt dazed as he noticed how hard his thighs were under his own fleshy ones. The dark tattoos created a sharp contrast next to his clear, paler skin and the white sweater he was wearing. Jimin just knew they looked good together and the part of him who loved pretty things felt pleased.
He locked eyes with Jungkook just like the dare said and smiled at his hazy expression, stroking his neck and the expanse of his shoulder with one hand and his face with the other one, smoothing out his eyebrow and running a finger down his nose, as if trying to learn the shape of it by heart. Jungkook just watched him with his big, glassy eyes, as if Jimin was a dream and he couldn’t understand if he was awake or still asleep.
“You look drunk, is that why you said I’m your babe?” Jimin teased him, making Jungkook smirk and shake his head lightly enough to not get his hands off of him.
“I’m just a little tipsy and a lot smitten,” he said, hugging his waist with his strong arms, one of his hands subtly grazing at the swell of Jimin’s ass, “and you’re so beautiful, that’s why I said you’re my babe.”
Jimin giggled and broke eye-contact, eyes landing on the cheeky ‘kiss here’ tattoo in the dip of Jungkook’s right collar bone. “And you’re so hot,” he whispered, biting his lips as he stared at the two tempting words, “that’s why I agree.”
“You’re the drunk one, baby,” Jungkook chuckled, amused and turned on by the way the man seemed to seriously consider kissing ‘there’. “You wanna do that?”
Jimin looked back up at him with a cute gasp. “Your friends are watching.”
“Forget about them.”
“Not like you’ve been paying much attention to us, like at all,” Yoongi scoffed, bursting their little bubble and making Jimin hide in Jungkook’s neck from the embarrassment.
“You made the baby shy,” Jungkook complained, stroking Jimin’s back to comfort him.
“I’ve known Jimin for twenty minutes and I’m confident when I say that’s only happening because he’s not sober,” Hoseok said flatly, earning an affronted little “hey!” from the man himself.
“I’m not that shameless!” Jimin pouted, crossing his arms to his chest.
“You’re pretty shameless, Min,” Jungkook admitted, laughing when the other hit him on his chest so weakly he didn’t even feel it.
He grabbed Jimin’s hand and kissed the palm to stop him from hitting him again. Jimin wiggled contented and turned to grab the next card, not making a move to go back to his seat.
“So you’ve just decided to stay there?” Namjoon asked.
Jimin gave him a baffled look. “I don’t know if you’ve ever sat on Jungkook, and if you haven’t you should because you’re missing out big time, but I’m really comfy and I have a hand on my ass, so yeah I’m staying here.”
“I’m in love with this guy, straight up,” Taehyung said.
“First of all, get in line, and second of all, stop trying me,” Jungkook warned him, but his expression turned immediately soft as Jimin rested his hand on his chest and read the card, completely ignoring Taehyung’s “I meant platonically!”
“What’s my best physical asset?” Jimin squinted his eyes at him with a small smile, poking his chest with the card’s corner. “Don’t be creepy, Jungkook.”
“Do you think so low of me? You wound me, Jimin. It’s your cheeks,” he took the piece of paper from the man’s hand and used it to poke one of his supple cheeks, squishing it with a wide grin on his face, before patting Jimin’s butt, “both pairs.”
A couple of seconds passed, his friends catching on to what his words meant as Jimin shook his head but smiled knowingly, and then they were all screaming in mock agony, Jin’s “I didn’t raise a pervert!” making Jungkook throw his head back in laughter.
“Baby, I need to get the last one,” he caresses Jimin’s back and gently tried to move him, receiving an annoyed whine and a light tug on the hair on his nape in return.
Jimin was draped over him, arms circling his neck and head resting on his own bicep, wrapping strands of Jungkook’s hair around his dainty fingers and letting them go. He was tipsy, still coherent and responding but visibly more touchy and affectionate, a consequence of having drank most of the whiskey - and the tequila - by himself. For fun. Jungkook was honestly impressed at how much alcohol that tiny body could contain without falling asleep, or puking. Jimin had progressively slumped over him during the last couple of questions, getting closer and closer until their bodies were flushed together and his breath tickled Jungkook’s neck every time he spoke.
“Can’t you just make it up? Ask me whatever you want,” Jimin smoothed back the strands he’d messed with, lifting up his head to give Jungkook a relaxed smile, as if he felt blissed out. Which was likely, Jungkook resonated, if the man felt the same as him about the situation they got in.
“That would be against the rules, Min.”
“For God’s sake, Jungkook, you both haven’t been following the rules since the beginning of this video, is that really going to stop you now?”
Jungkook cocked his head to the side, admitting to himself that his hyung’s words were indeed true and smiling back at Jimin, who was looking at him expectantly. “What do you want me to ask you?”
“You’re so smart,” Jimin sighed in content, “you should ask me to kiss you.”
“That’s not a truth,” Jungkook then sat upright, impatient but still managing to tease Jimin, who had already started to lean down, half-lidded eyes and parted lips Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off of.
“Then make it a dare.”
Jungkook’s words died in his throat, muffled by Jimin’s pillowy lips meeting his, their mouths crashing and tongues dancing together, making him forget what he wanted to say in the first place. Jimin kissed like he was hungry but had all the time in the world to eat, he didn’t rush because his meal was more than willing to fulfill his needs, them both taking and giving. Jungkook’s hands traveled on Jimin’s back slowly, Jimin’s body following and moving with them like they were molding him, and he had to hold on to Jungkook’s shoulders to not lose the sense of reality, of where they were and what they could and couldn’t do. He cupped Jungkook’s cheeks and felt him smiling in the kiss before sucking his full bottom lip between his own and then switching to small, quick pecks on Jimin’s now spit-slicken lips, Jimin’s giggles soon making that impossible as well.
“Was this your plan all along, uh?” Jungkook asked with a smile, taking in Jimin’s rosy cheeks and swollen lips, tickling his sides under his sweater to hear his laugh and see the eye-smile he already adored.
“Stop, Jungkook! It wasn’t my plan!” Jimin was laughing so hard he squeaked, trying to catch his breath when Jungkook finally showed him some pity. “I’m going to be honest, it became my plan after you took your shirt off.”
“Bad baby, you only want me because of my looks,” Jungkook smirked and leaned in to brush their lips together again, but was stopped halfway by Yoongi’s fake cough.
“Yes hello, we’re here too, with a camera if you haven’t noticed, and we should actually finish this video because one, gross -”
“I think they’re cute!”
“- and two, I don’t want to stay up editing an hour of your mating call or whatever this was.”
“Hey! This was Taehyung’s idea, I didn’t even want to be in the video in the first place,” Jungkook scowled.
“I literally found you a boyfriend, so shut. And you better keep him, I want him to be our friend!”
“Anyway!” Jin butted in, “Jimin, I’m going to talk to you because frankly, you look like the smartest of the children,” he said in all seriousness, “and because of that I don’t know why you would say yes, but would you go on another date with Jungkook?”
Jungkook watched Jimin as he turned back to face him, a strange nervousness clawing at his stomach when their eyes met. It’s not like he thought Jimin was going to say no, that was actually the only thing he was sure about. Jungkook liked him so much, too much some may say, and he only met Jimin less than an hour ago but he really, really didn’t want to fuck things up. He felt a pull towards him that he hadn’t experienced in too long, and his whole body itched to love and be loved like that again. For some reason, something in Jungkook was sure that Jimin - outgoing, funny, lovely Jimin - was going to be the one.
“Do you want to go on another date with me, Kook-ah?” Jimin asked him so sweetly, Jungkook wouldn’t have been able to say no even if he wanted. He got lost in Jimin’s touch, closing his eyes and leaning in on his hand splayed on his cheek, the moment feeling like a turning point.
“I promise there will be no cameras next time.”
“Good, I want you all for myself.”
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