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Jungkook precisely remembers the first time he met Jimin, and the very first thought that had gone through his mind.
His intentions for going to university had been clear and admirable - work hard, get art degree, leave; the mental list he’d created and repeated several times by now seemed flawless.
Jeon Jungkook - despite the doubts from his family (and the doubts from himself) - was going to do this. He was going to be successful doing the thing he loved the most, and university was the starting point.
The first time Jungkook saw his roommate, Jimin, he had already been dreading staying in the dorm.
It was starting to feel like a little bit of a mistake, especially since most of the people there seemed to want to be his very best friend and have sleepovers every night or something.
Frowning, he opened the door to his room. He didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t a blonde-haired, wide-eyed, sparkly, giggling, petite guy with flushed cheeks and the kindest smile Jungkook had ever come into contact with before in his life.
“Hello!”. His voice was just what Jungkook had expected it to be - sweet and melodic. Still, he’d hoped it wouldn’t be. That would have made it a hell of a lot easier. “I… I think we’re roomies!”.
Cute, Jungkook thought with distaste. The distaste had been evident on his face, too; his eyes were narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed as though he was pissed off, his mouth set into a thin line. Still, Park Jimin - friendly, pretty, happy Park Jimin - reached out to shake his hand.
“I’m Park Jimin,” he’d said politely. His hand was warm but his grip was strong.
Jungkook nodded and probably grunted. “Jeon Jungkook”.
He was sure that no one had ever sounded more standoffish - not ever - but it didn’t stop Jimin from beaming, sparkly eyes turning into pretty crescents.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Jeon Jungkook”.
Their eyes met as their hands dropped, and Jungkook decided - as soon as he came to realise just how deep the brown was in Jimin’s eyes - that this was a mistake.
It’s been nearly a month since university started.
Everything is fine. Jungkook is doing what he came here to do. He’s working hard, and successfully dodging every single one of Tae’s attempts to get him to come to some dumb party with him.
Yes - everything is fine.
Everything, that is, except for the cute problem named Park Jimin who Jungkook happens to have to see and interact with every single day of his life whilst he’s here.
Honestly, he kind of just wants to pretend that Jimin doesn’t exist; Jungkook isn’t gay - he’s never had to really question that before, to be honest - but Jimin makes him want to be, and it’s a very confusing predicament as well as a tale as old as time.
There are many ways that one can choose to deal with this kind of situation, and Jungkook chose the route that involves pushing Jimin as far away as possible to deny and ignore and hopefully (hopefully) get over it.
As a result, the first three weeks of being ‘roomies’ has consisted of avoidance in its most specific forms (he doesn’t even go to the kitchen when he knows Jimin will be there, chatting with everyone and laughing and probably baking sparkly cookies with rainbow sprinkles or something (he’s done it before)) along with standoffishness, rudeness when directly spoken to, and countless amounts of scowls, grunts, sighs and other actions that practically scream ‘We’re not friends’ and sometimes even ‘I hate your guts’.
Yeah - he chose that route.
And… it was all going rather swell until the Tuesday of that fourth week, when Jungkook had gotten to the art studio and realised with sudden alarm that he’d forgotten his art folder.
“Shit,” he curses under his breath, feeling stupid.
He’d been in such a rush this morning to leave quickly because Jimin had woken up later than usual and was insisting on trying to talk to him as he got changed.
Determined to not get involved in a conversation with him, Jungkook hadn’t even checked his appearance over before leaving.
Of fucking course he’s forgotten the one thing he actually needs in order to get through the day…
He feels stupid.
Getting to his feet, he quickly thinks past the frustration and anger towards himself, formulating some sort of plan: he needs to drive back and get his folder. It’s as simple as that, really.
But still, he can’t help but feel annoyed at the time he will miss. This wasn’t part of his university game plan at all.
And - worst of all, he knows - as Jungkook gathers his things quickly, brown hair flopping forwards when he leans down, he distantly blames Jimin.
Park Jimin and his trying and his prettiness is the reason why this is happening. That’s all he can think, even though he also realises how stupid that is.
Maybe, he thinks bitterly, ‘stupid’ is just my general mood today.
Too busy brooding miserably, Jungkook misses the sudden break in silence as the door to the busy art studio flies open and the slight chatter fades to nothing.
“I have it!”.
Jungkook looks up in the direction of the familiar, lilted, pretty voice and is greeted by the sight of his roommate, wearing an oversized grey sweater and a flushed, panicky expression.
“What-“.
“Jungkook!”. Jimin flies towards his startled acquaintance, face automatically brightening at the sight of him. If he sees the scowl on the younger’s face, he doesn’t show any signs of unhappiness whilst smoothing back his blonde hair. “I have your folder! You left it right in front of the-“.
“What are you doing here?”. Only now does Jimin’s face drop.
He had his arms raised as though to hug Jungkook, but they slowly lower as he comes to an unpleasant revelation - Jungkook genuinely doesn’t like him.
The guy in question looks angrier than he needs to be as he gestures around the room.
“There are people here,” he hisses, pointing out the obvious, but Jimin understands what he means. “What are you doing here?”.
“I-“. Jimin stops himself. His eyes wobble with tears - not because of anything other than the matter of confrontation, he tells himself. He’s never been too great with confrontation. Of course it has nothing to do with the way Jungkook is looking at him right now. “I just thought you might need it-“.
“I was just coming to get it myself,” Jungkook replies, tone fuelled by unnecessary contempt. If Jungkook had to guess why he feels so angry, it would be because somehow - some-fucking-how - Park Jimin had made himself a part of every area of his university game plan.
Here he is - in the art studio - looking up at Jungkook with huge eyes, biting his lip as though he’s being scolded. “Haven’t you got things to do today? Why would you bother doing this?”.
“Because,” Jimin says with a sudden frown, thinking how easy a question that is. “You’re my friend, Jungkook. You would have done the same for me”.
Jimin refuses to meet Jungkook’s eyes to discover whether or not that’s true. Instead he looks down at his feet.
A few people are more engaged with their heated conversation than they are with their work, which Jungkook notices heavily.
He looks back towards Jimin. Pretty, pretty Jimin who won’t meet his eyes. He knows at once that he’s deeply upset the boy.
“You should leave,” he says softly. Well, he had meant to say it softly, maybe even jovially, perhaps even the slightest bit thankful.
Completely betraying him, his voice had - for some reason - chosen to sound more pissed off than ever.
As a result, Jimin blinked up at him as though surprised.
Brown eyes met brown eyes for a split second of hesitation, and then Jimin excused himself with a slight nod, placing Jungkook’s folder down on the ground with frustrating care. It irritated Jungkook to be so clearly presented with his kindness and goodness.
As he watched Jimin disappear dejectedly, he realised that the reason he had been so angry - the reason why it had completely slipped his mind to even say ‘thank you’…
Well… it had a lot to do with the way in which he had recognised his roommate’s voice straight away, as though he’s attuned to him.
And the jolt his heart had made at the sight of the shining eyes and sweater paws hadn’t helped much either.
When Jungkook gets back to the dorm, his mind is still on the earlier… incident.
As he’d climbed into his car, guilt rested heavily on his chest at the thought of Jimin’s wobbly eyes. On his way up the stairs and through the kitchen, his memory had nagged at him about the way in which Jimin had desperately fidgeted with the sleeves of his sweater whilst Jungkook loomed over him.
There had been no improvement to the steady stream of guilt and shame when Jungkook walked into their shared room to find that Jimin was nowhere to be seen.
For a moment, Jungkook just stares at the empty room, part of him hoping that the pretty blonde will just materialise in front of him, flushed cheeks and all, holding a baking tray of cookies and smiling directly at Jungkook…
What am I thinking? He shakes his head as if to clear the unwelcome thoughts, reaching into his pocket to call his best friend, Kim Taehyung.
Over the course of the past few weeks, Tae has successfully managed to stay Jungkook’s best friend on campus whilst also becoming exceptionally close to Jimin. He’s like that; Jungkook has never met a soul who doesn’t love Tae.
“Tae-“.
“Jimin is really pissed off, you dickhead”. Ignoring the light-hearted insult, Jungkook’s mind whirs with the image - Jimin? Pissed off? Sweet, sweet Jimin is capable of that kind of emotion?
He tries to picture him stomping about, full, pouty lips set into a thin line, shouting about Jungkook and how much of a ‘dickhead’ he is…
Did Tae borrow that insult from Jimin?
Jungkook wonders with strange nervousness about how exactly Jimin had told Tae about what had happened… Did he cry?
Jungkook actually kind of hates himself right now.
“I know,” he says after the five-second rollercoaster of thoughts. “I… could you… tell him I’m sorry. Is he with you?”.
Jungkook sets himself down on his bed, listening to Tae’s exaggerated sigh.
“Yes, he’s with me”. Something bitter fills Jungkook’s mind at the sound of that, and he knows for a fact that it’s jealousy but would never admit it to himself. “We’re at a house party, the one I told you about? The one you said you’d think about?”.
“I say I’ll think about all of them,” he replies with an exasperated sigh. “Tae. I messed up. I forgot to tell Jimin thank you for what he did. I feel-“.
“Horrible, I hope,” Tae interrupts. Jungkook knows he’s only a little bit serious. “He did something really nice for you, and you basically told him you hate his guts”.
“Did Jimin say I said that?” He asks in a panic, rising to his feet. Taehyung, mischievous and cruel, doesn’t answer the question.
“You know, you should come here and apologise face to face”. Anxiety attacks Jungkook without warning, but only for a moment. “Jimin is drinking more than usual… I don’t think he’s quite over it”.
“More than usual,” Jungkook repeats without thinking. He sits back down on his bed and lays back, sighing towards the ceiling. “How do you even hang out with Jimin, anyway?”. He wants to add ‘isn’t he too perfect and sparkly and cute to hold a conversation with?’ But realises how definitely gay that is as far as sentences go.
“He’s really cool, actually, you judgemental traditionalist”. Rolling his eyes, Jungkook listens to the sound of chatter, music and - well - noise in the background as Tae takes a second away from talking. “Really cool”.
Cool… Nope, that doesn’t sit so well with Jungkook.
“Cool in what way?-“.
“What is up with you?!” Tae suddenly interjects, a chuckle ringing through his low-pitched voice. “Why are you being so weird with the guy?…”. Taehyung gasps suddenly, like he’s had a revelation. “Do you like him or something?”.
If Jungkook wasn’t already panicking, he practically dies now.
Taehyung’s question makes him want to run to a different realm and hide from everything, despite the fact that he knows - he knows - that Tae would never judge him for this… this.
He knows full well that his best friend is totally accepting of precisely everything, and is most likely into guys himself.
What Jungkook doesn’t know is himself; he doesn’t understand his own feelings, and placing a name on top of them just feels a little too scary right now.
“What?!”. Jungkook focuses on making himself sound completely freaked out. “Why would you even jump to that conclusion? You’re being ridiculous. Can’t I be concerned about someone of the same gender without traditionalists like you thinking-“.
“What the fuck, Kook? Calm down”. Tae only laughs at his outburst. They’re at the point in their friendship where arguments and fallouts would be pointless and impossible. “Wow”. Tae whistles. “I understand how Jimin must be feeling now… poor guy”.
“Can you stop?”.
“You called me!”.
“Yeah, because you’re the desperate psycho who’s friends with every single fucking person on this campus,” Jungkook counters, fingers growing tired from holding his phone to his ear. “So I assumed you’d know where at least one of those people is”.
“Never assume!” Tae sing-songs, and Jungkook hangs up on him wordlessly.
He throws his phone to the foot of his bed, and then makes a frustrated noise when it bleeps with a text almost immediately.
Reaching for it, he can already tell it’s from Taehyung without even reading a word.
Tae: Here’s the address, my insecure sweetheart! Jimin deserves an apology for your flipping out at him, and unless you’re telepathic… I’ll see you in a bit!
Jungkook groans as another text comes in just as he’s finished reading.
Tae: You’re incredibly rude, by the way.
By the time the next text has come through, Jungkook is too busy leaving the room to notice it.
Tae: I love you!
Just for the record, Jungkook does in fact consider going to the party, which is enough of a step out of his comfort zone for the time being.
Exactly two minutes into finalising his plans to arrive at this stupid house party (deciding what the hell he’s going to wear), he catches sight of himself in the mirror and sighs instantly, an automatic reaction.
No one has ever told Jungkook that he’s attractive, but he’s not an idiot - he can see.
He knows he has a handsome face for his age, and he knows that being lean but considerably built is ‘in’ these days. He also knows that his wide brown eyes are recognised for being cute, and his thick hair is a good feature. Girls have had crushes on him before in the past, not so subtly.
Jungkook doesn’t sigh because of what his reflection looks like. He sighs because standing there, holding up different coloured shirts and jeans, trying to do something to his hair… all of these things are practically shitting on his big university game plan.
It’s so important that it deserves capital letters.
Jungkook’s Big University Game Plan does not include - at any point - sparkly boys, house parties, sexuality crises or crushing guilt, amongst other frustrating things.
Jungkook didn’t plan it like this, and he can’t believe he’d let his maniac of a best friend talk him this far into it!
I don’t like house parties, Jungkook thinks stubbornly, putting things away, the apology he’d been mentally writing disappearing along with the visual - Jimin, drinking, alone, Jungkook, gorgeous, close proximity, ‘sorry’, ‘you’re so sparkly and perfect’, ‘I’m so sorry’. And I don’t like Jimin.
So that settles it. And Jungkook goes to sleep with falsely comforting thoughts in his mind: he’ll apologise to Jimin the next time he sees him, simple as that.
Guilt envelops Jungkook’s sleepless night.
Jungkook wakes up when Jimin gets home in the early hours of the day.
He’d never really been asleep, to be perfectly honest - just lying there in the darkness, sighing into the silence, guilt like a living thing in the corner of the room, taunting him.
When Jimin enters their room, Jungkook’s heart lurches forward like it might escape. His heart has never done that before.
There’s some fumbling around in the darkness, some hushed curses that somehow sound sweet, and then there’s the light being switched on, and Jimin standing inches away, a terrified expression on his lovely face.
“Jungkook?”. Jimin doesn’t seem particularly drunk, but it’s clear when he giggles at the sight of Jungkook, who squints into the slight lighting. “Look at you just lying there in the darkness. You scared me!”.
“Sorry”. Well, there’s one apology! If only they were all so easy.
Jungkook watches Jimin carefully as he moves around the room, getting ready to go to bed. He’s still poised and aware as he goes to charge his phone and check his outfit for tomorrow, but he looks like he’s been drinking, dancing, laughing a lot, and maybe even making out with someone, from the blush still high on his cheeks. Compared to Jungkook’s night of brooding, Jimin has been living.
He’ll contemplate his miserable existence later, but for now… he needs to say something.
“Jimin?”.
“Hm?”. Wow. Words are powerful, apparently. Saying someone’s name can make them stop what they’re doing and look at you like you’re the only thing in the world. At least, that’s the effect it has on Jimin.
Jungkook doesn’t realise - how could he? - that all Jimin can think is: so that’s what my name sounds like on his lips.
“Can we talk?”. Nope. His voice is too high, too needy, too desperate and sad. Jungkook clears his throat efficiently. “Can I talk to you, hyung?”.
Jimin is a little taken-aback as he stares at the boy with the big, lovely brown eyes, sitting there looking so tired. He didn’t mean to embarrass him today.
“Why didn’t you come to the party?” Jimin asks quietly, toeing the carpet with his foot and looking down as he does. “Tae said you’d be there-“.
“I don’t do parties”.
“I don’t do parties”. Mentally, Jimin is holding a hand over his mouth, shaking his head back and forth and getting ready to apologise for - yep - mimicking his roommate.
Why he did it is a good question that he has no answer to, but as Jungkook stares up at him in shock and awe, he knows he has to carry on. “Of course you don’t. You don’t do gratitude either, apparently”.
Ouch.
“Jimin-“.
“No. I’m sick of you pretending you don’t like me!”. Jimin immediately rethinks his outburst, standing there in the centre of the room, looking so small and so angry. “Or maybe you really don’t like me,” he says slowly and sadly. “But there’s no way you can hate me as much as you make me feel you do”. Jimin takes an angry step towards Jungkook, who doesn’t move. “I so much as breathe and you act like I just killed your entire family. I do you a fucking favour and you’re ready to shoot me in the face!”. Jimin’s mouth hangs open in shock at his own words, his own realisation. Jungkook barely breathes. “It’s like you decided the moment you met me that you were going to make an actual effort to dislike me”. Correct. That’s exactly what he did. It’s stupid, he knows. “Jeon Jungkook, I’m tired of you acting as though you’re not a nice person when you clearly, clearly are… God… The things Tae tells me about you…”. Jimin trails off, looking away slowly, and his voice sounds so sniffly. Jungkook understands that it must be confusing - to hear that a person is good and to see them as bad. “I-I don’t know what’s happening here… I-I just wanted to…”.
Jungkook looks down at his hands. His thoughts don’t exist at this point, which is a bad thing.
And Jungkook just knows - as the silence dawns upon them and Jimin anxiously waits for a reply - he knows he’s going to say the wrong thing. He’s going to say the wrong thing. He’s going to-
“I just don’t think we have anything in common”. Jungkook says it so calmly, pronounces every word with such care - that almost makes it a thousand times worse.
Jungkook looks at Jimin expecting an understanding look of agreement, maybe even a vigorous nod and a ‘you’re right, Jungkook. Silly me’… instead he sees heartbreak.
Pure, unadulterated heartbreak. On Jimin’s face. It’s like nothing he’s seen before.
And the feeling of being the worst person currently alive is like nothing he’s felt before.
Upon revision, he realises that Tae is right - he is a dickhead. He’s an idiot. He’s insecure and he’s stupid and he says the wrong things and makes the wrong decisions every single time he opens his mouth.
“Jimin”. He hasn’t even fucking apologised yet… Wasn’t it supposed to be about the art folder and the outburst? Where did this come from? Jimin’s tearful eyes, twice in one day, is enough to break any heart. “I’m sorry”. For what? For everything.
Jimin waves it away with a small hand, forces a smile and mumbles something about going to bed.
Jungkook watches him for a moment before lying back down, wanting to just disappear and let Jimin rest without being a constant reminder of those words: I just don’t think we have anything in common.
Obviously, yes, it’s obvious. Jimin knew that.
They have nothing in common. But friends tend to be that way, Jimin has found. Proof comes from the friendship Jungkook already shares with Tae.
So… the translation - as simple as it gets - is this in Jimin’s mind: I just don’t like you.
Jungkook wakes up feeling like a monster. He’d went to sleep the exact same way.
The first breath he takes with his eyes open is full of misery and regret, and images - reenactments of last night - flash through his head.
He’s rubbing his eyes when Jimin walks in, carrying a plate of toast and a glass of orange juice. Knowing that Jungkook is a hard sleeper, he’d given him ten minutes to actually wake up before surprising him.
“I made you breakfast,” Jimin announces into the silence.
Jungkook had been expecting something… but not, that.
Through tired, slow-blinking eyes, he sees that Jimin is wearing a very loose white jumper that expertly exposes his collarbones, along with shorts that are very short and much shorter than the jumper. Jungkook briefly wants to cuddle him, but his announcement makes him freeze.
After no response, Jimin tries again, fiddling with his sweater paws and toeing the carpet again.
“I…”. He hesitates and glances over at Jungkook, who can’t stop staring at those sparkly brown eyes, so full of misplaced sincerity. “I’m really sorry,” he says, looking back down at the ground. “I wanted to apologise for the way I… completely overreacted last night”.
Torn between either leaving the room or pulling the duvet further up over his head, Jungkook realises in an instance that these are the words he should have originally said.
Jimin mistakes his silence as unwillingness.
“I-“.
“No. Stop”. Jimin is surprised by Jungkook’s sudden speech. It’s not like he’d label the guy as particularly talkative.
If we’re going to do this conversation again… Jungkook thinks, and he knows that he has to be careful this time. Half-asleep may not be the best way to go about it, but… life and such things. “I don’t understand why you’re being so nice to me when I’ve been nothing but horrible to you”. Jungkook bites his lip. Saying it out loud makes it sound like the most awful, childish thing anyone’s ever done.
“I have been a little full-on,” Jimin admits sheepishly, but Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s on about. “It’s understandable, I guess? I know I’m not easy to get along with”.
But- that’s not true!
“No, Jimin, that’s bullshit. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just-“. He forgets to censor himself - that’s where this could all go so terribly wrong.
Jungkook musses his own hair up in frustration and sighs loudly, steeling himself.
“You haven’t done anything wrong, Jimin,” he explains calmly, noticing the utter shock on Jimin’s lovely face. He seems so far away, but in reality, they share a room. “Please”. Jungkook has never been more awake than now. “Please can I talk to you? Please can we- … please can I talk to you, Jimin?”.
Jimin can’t help but giggle nervously.
“We already are talking, aren’t we?” He asks gently, but the embarrassed look on Jungkook’s face makes Jimin realise something - Jeon Jungkook is not good at talking to people. He doesn’t like parties because parties means people, and people means anxiety.
All of a sudden, the boy on the bed doesn’t seem like such a terrifying prospect to Jimin anymore - he can talk to him.
With a bright but careful smile, Jimin closes the distance between them and sits beside him on the bed, automatically resting a hand on Jungkook’s knee.
Even through his sweatpants, Jungkook can feel the heat from Jimin’s hand.
His blood goes hot through his veins; he knows it’s supposed to be encouraging and platonic but… Jungkook’s heart is going haywire!
Clearing his throat and looking off to the side to avoid Jimin’s intense gaze, he decides to distract himself from the heat all over his body by finally apologising to Jimin. At long last.
“I’m sorry about everything,” he begins, and he feels confident when he realises what a good start it was, so he carries on. “I’m sorry about the art studio yesterday…”. He scratches the back of his neck distractedly, tries not to stare at how tiny Jimin’s hand is on his leg. “I’m the one who overreacted. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or told you to leave. I was supposed to say-“.
“Thank you,” Jimin finishes with a nod. When he sees Jungkook’s confusion, he giggles cutely and explains. “Tae told me that was the first thing you said over the phone, that you forgot to say thank you”.
It sounds pretty dumb to Jungkook, but when he finally braves a look at Jimin’s face, he’s beaming as though he’s never heard something more adorable.
“Yeah,” he confirms, shaking hair out of his eyes and watching as Jimin’s hand finally drops from his knee. “I also said… the wrong thing last night. I don’t really believe that- I know we’re different but-”.
For fuck’s sake. Why can’t I just fucking speak?
“I know we’re different but that doesn’t mean I had any right to behave in the way I did towards you”. It feels right to bow his head slightly. “I’m sorry, Jimin, for being so awful to you”.
“I know,” he says quietly, plump lip between his teeth. Jungkook definitely doesn’t stare at it. “I just… why?”.
This question causes Jungkook to hesitate.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that the answer reveals way too much. But he also knows that after weeks of treating Jimin so horribly… he deserves the truth. He never, ever, wants to see tears come out of those puffy eyes again.
“Well…”. Noticing his hesitation, Jimin places a hand firmly on Jungkook’s knee again, but Jungkook immediately shakes off the encouraging gesture, sick and tired of his heart leaping every single damn time. “Look. I’m just not used to so much… So much!…”. He gestures wildly and looks at the older boy beside him, eyes so bright and beautiful, a look of sincerity and honesty and beauty and understanding on his beautiful, gorgeous, downright perfect face. Every time he tries to fault Park Jimin, he just ends up falling in love with the imperfection in question. He hates it. “So much… prettiness”.
Now Jimin’s heart is leaping, but not for the first time since he met his roommate all those weeks ago.
“Wha?-“. He cuts himself off and contemplates the word.
Prettiness? Jimin thinks, quizzical. I was so sure…
Jungkook is going to chew his lip to death.
He glares at the wall ahead with the kind of intensity that could burn a hole through it, silently pleading with the gods to just banish him from the universe or something. Something.
Once again, Jimin is full of surprises as he bursts out laughing.
It’s loud and bright and… well… pretty, of course. He tries to cover his mouth with his hand but his grin is too wide. His cheeks are flushed with pink, and Jungkook kind of wants to make that happen more often.
“I get it,” Jimin says, like he’s just worked everything out. Jungkook wants to ask him to explain it all to him, then, because he’s never been so confused. “I understand, Jungkook”.
Mortified. Happy. Relieved. Fucking mortified.
Did he really just tell Jimin… did he really just call Jimin pretty? Pretty?
Not knowing what else to do, Jungkook goes to turn away, but Jimin grabs his cheeks before he can, squishing them gently.
“I’m not used to so much prettiness, either,” he whispers. His eyes don’t leave Jungkook’s, whose face turns red, his heart beating at a frankly ridiculous pace. He’s going to die. There’s no way he can survive another millisecond of Park Jimin holding his face, staring at him with narrowed, knowing eyes, licking his bottom lip. No way.
As soon as it happened, Jimin moves his hands and stands, the bed bouncing with his absence.
“I’ll try to tone it down from now on,” he announces without another look at Jungkook. He doesn’t even say his excessive goodbye as he leaves the room. The only proof of his being there is the toast and orange juice sitting on the desk.
Tone it down, Jungkook thinks, staring at the door dumbly.
That’s what he wanted, right? The Big University Game Plan? Simple and Jimin-less?… Right?
So why does he want to chase after Jimin and tell him desperately that he doesn’t want him to tone it down?