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Jungkook should have seen it coming when his stupid best friend started recording him on his phone. “Hey, Jungkook.” Taehyung pokes him, trying to stifle his laughter. Jungkook sighs, he didn’t feel like dealing with his crap. “What?” He turns to look at Taehyung.
“The floor is lava.”
“…Are you fucking with me?”
“Five… four…” Taehyung starts counting with disregard for his best friend’s unimpressed question.
“What the fuck!” Jungkook screams in torment as he looks around for the closest thing to jump on. His competitive nature automatically kicks in as he flies in the direction of a bench situated just about 30 meters away. Fuck this stupid barren ass wasteland of a park.
People were staring, but at that point Jungkook didn’t even care anymore, he wasn’t going to lose to Taehyung.
“Twoooo…” His devil of a friend yells, drawling out the word to emphasise that time was running out.
The damn bench was a mere 5 meters away, but when Jungkook heard Taehyung counting his last second, he knew he wouldn’t make it.
He didn’t have time to stop and think about the consequences of what he was about to do.
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Taehyung didn’t know how to react to the scene in front of him. His best friend was fucking insane and Taehyung was fucking living. This video he just recorded? Pure gold. It will so go viral if he posts it, but using it as blackmail is probably more practical. For now, he’ll just flee the wrath of a certain Jeon Jungkook.
“Uh, I think you can get off me now.” The boy underneath Jungkook laughs, a little awkwardly and breathlessly at the same time.
Jungkook literally could not believe himself. He just fucking propelled this innocent stranger to the floor to avoid imaginary lava. Like, what was he? A fucking child? What the fuck. The poor unsuspecting boy was just minding his own goddamn business when Jungkook gracefully threw himself at him like his life depended on it. Said unsuspecting victim lost his balance due to Jungkook’s heavy ass and fell backwards, taking the other down with him onto the concrete.
Jungkook didn’t sustain any injuries, but oh boy, the other dude completely took the fall.
“Oh man holy shit I’m so sorr-” Jungkook trailed off. He hurriedly pushed himself up on his hands, but he caught a glimpse of the boy he just tackled and – oh fuck, he’s so gorgeous.
Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat, mesmerised by the attractive stranger beneath him. Jungkook never believed in love at first sight, but right now he was having second thoughts.
“Are you okay?” The boy asks, a slight blush crawling up his cheeks at the position they were in… and Jungkook probably shouldn’t have stared at him like that.
Jungkook snaps out of his reverie and clambers to stand up. “Y-yeah.” He croaks nervously and stretches a hand out to the stranger to help him up. Jungkook is by no means a dramatic person, but he swears he feels a spark of electricity course through his veins when their hands meet.
“What was that all about?” The boy laughs, running a hand through his blonde hair and adjusting his black framed glasses that looked too big for his face.
Jungkook almost screams because wow that’s so fucking attractive and adorable at the same time, but then he cringes at the question and the thought of explaining himself, because how?
“Uh, I-“ Jungkook suddenly remembers his dick of a friend Kim Taehyung. He whips his head in the general direction he was in and-
The fucker is nowhere to be seen. Wonderful.
Jungkook sighs in resignation and turns back to the boy, avoiding his eyes. “My friend made me do the Floor is Lava challenge.” There. It was done. Now all Jungkook had to do was drag his own ass to the fiery pits of Hell where he could drown himself in his own embarrassment and actual, literal lava.
The (beautiful) stranger just blinks owlishly at him for a moment, before he bursts into laughter, making Jungkook look up in both confusion and awe simultaneously. Jungkook thinks his laughter is the most melodious sound he’s ever heard, like a million angels were licking the inside of his ears.
“Are you serious? You jumped me because of a stupid challenge?”
Jungkook swallows, blushing at the double entendre of his words.
“Jimin. I’m – my name is Jimin.” Jimin smiles, his eyes disappearing into crescents as he holds his (small!) hand out.
“Hi Jungkook.” Jungkook blurts out. “I mean, I’m Jungkook.” Fuck this, Jungkook thinks as he shakes his hand.
Jimin giggles, actually fucking giggles. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”
“Nice to meet you too, I’m so sorry for doing that just now oh my god.” Jungkook cringes. “..Are you okay?” He rubs at his neck, averting his gaze.
“Well, the breath was knocked out of me and I honestly got the shock of my life, but I think I’m pretty fine.” Jimin smiles, “Thank you for asking though.”
“I think you’re pretty fine too.” Jungkook says without thinking. He wants to crawl in a hole and disintegrate.
Jimin is taken aback by the sudden compliment, blushing to the tip of his ears. He mutters a bashful “Thank you?” and Jungkook melts. He honestly doesn’t know what else to say, so he just averts his gaze again. Jimin probably thinks he’s a creep now. Great.
Jungkook is contemplating the different ways he could casually excuse himself when Jimin suddenly opens his mouth again.
“Hey, um, are you free right now, actually?” He asks.
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*1 year later*
Jungkook pulls Jimin closer under the covers, burying his face in his neck. It’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon, but they still haven’t gotten the motivation to leave the warmth of the bed and each other yet.
“You smell so good.” Jungkook purrs, pressing his lips to Jimin’s skin.
Jimin giggles and turns around in his boyfriend’s arms to face him. “You always say that, baby. I love you.” Jungkook swears his heart stopped, murmuring a “what did I do to deserve you” before pulling Jimin into a chaste kiss. Jimin sighs into the kiss, threading his hand through Jungkook’s hair and bringing him closer.
Their languid kisses soon turn into a heated make-out session, and Jimin climbs on top of Jungkook, straddling him. He moans breathlessly into the kiss as Jungkook slowly slides a hand up his inner thigh. Jungkook flips them over, pressing Jimin into the mattress. He dives down to capture his lips again when the bedroom door suddenly slams open.
“Jeon Jungk- JESUS FUCK NOT AGAIN, I hate you both!” Taehyung yells in exasperation, turning around and fleeing into the living room. “Can you like close the goddamn door?!” Jungkook yells back.
Jimin laughs, moving to sit up. “Stop, I feel bad for him.”
“He brought this upon himself,” Jungkook shrugs. “making me do that dumb challenge.”
“Okay true, but think about it this way. If it weren’t for him, we’d never have met, and I’d never have fallen for you, quite literally.” Jimin bites his lip, tapping Jungkook lightly on the nose. Jungkook thinks for a while, he imagines never meeting Jimin, never going on that first date and never asking him to become his boyfriend. His appreciation for Jimin suddenly multiplies tenfold, and his arms move to wrap around his tiny boyfriend and proceed to squeeze the life out of him. “I can’t imagine my life without you oh my god.”
“Ahh, Jungkoook. Let me go, I can’t breathe!” Jimin whines, squirming in the vice grip. Jungkook feels his heart swell with affection and he squeezes even tighter.
“I lava you, Park Jimin.”