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There was no way Jimin was going to take this bright-eyed, groggy, giant boy seriously.
Not even when his perfect eyebrows were angled so sharply and there's a prominent wrinkle in-between and his lip was stuck out.
Was it an appearance thing? No way in hell, this child will grow into a bombshell in another two years give or take, he definitely has the potential with those wide shoulders and bulging biceps.
Was it an age thing? Not really, Jimin had dated younger people in the past—they needed some working on, but that also meant Jimin got his hands in shaping them into a grown-up, which could be a nice thing.
Had he said this last night between the sheets, it'd make more sense. Jimin could shrug it off as the sex talking, nothing serious.
Hell, it'd even make more sense if he'd said it yesterday evening at the bar. Jimin could take it as just a pick-up line and laughed it off as easily as he'd downed the glass of martini.
But now?
Right in the middle of an already awkward breakfast that ensued a failed escapade because Jimin dumbly slept through the night when he should’ve snuck out?
Jimin almost choked on these perfectly made omelettes.
The principle he swears by to not stay over after a one night stand has proven itself to be valid as fuck yet again. He cursed himself for breaking his own rule, but here’s a situation to mitigate, and he could grimace at his mistakes later when he’s home.
For now, let’s handle the cards life had dealt him. Jimin reached for the napkin and wiped his lips; Jeongguk's stare was so intense, unwavering, determined still Fuck, he’s not blind, but Jimin couldn’t see how he can joke his way out of this when Jeongguk is being so serious and earnest.
"…I'm sorry?" maybe he had heard wrong. Jimin smiled nervously and inwardly begged that it was the case. "I'm afraid I didn't catch that."
"I'm gonna wife you." Jeongguk repeated, with even more rigid determination, betrayed only by the faint blush on his cheeks. He quickly added through a stutter, "I-if you will just allow me to. Treat you right or something."
Normally, Jimin wouldn't have needed more than a second to scoff at such ridiculousness—they'd only just met, hell, Jimin didn't even know his surname! He’s sure it’s written there on the nameplate by the door of his apartment, but he was too drunk and too busy wrestling tongues with this beautiful stranger to notice.
But of course this wasn't any normal circumstances.
Or maybe, just maybe, it is. Maybe it’s just a classic case of a delusional kid or a lonely creep looking to tie him down after just one night of—oh, hell, he couldn’t even say it’s mediocre. It was amazing. Sex with this bizarre guy was mind-blowing . God damn, why does he keep finding excuses to not excuse himself right then and there?
So this is not any normal circumstances, then. To his defence, mayhaps Jimin was just ensnared by the way this kid's big eyes had this certain flame that flickers like a candle's light pitter-pattering along a gust of wind, going back and forth between sure and unsure, yet so reluctant to just die out.
Maybe Jimin had one man too many—maybe he's exhausted of not being treated less than he deserved, maybe he's done with meaningless one night stands and sneaking out with sore ass at the blind hours of the night—maybe this earnest kid could be the answer to the unsolvable riddle that's embedded deep down the dark chamber inside himself.
Is it time to start loving again?