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it’s not that jungkook hates the guy; that’s really not it. it’s just that he doesn't like him.
“so cute! look at you, all strong and mighty, aw.”
jungkook. strongly. doesn’t. like him.
“you’re so funny!” jimin’s giggling to the guy, eyes bunched up in crinkles and twinkles and winking crescent moons. jungkook swears that the dude turns his head to stare into his soul. to smirk at him. as park jimin washes him in affection.
jungkook huffs, fire burning in his chest in protesting licks of flames. he considers just grabbing jimin’s wrist and yanking him out of this place, but because he’s a subtle man (and a cool one) and a good boyfriend, he opts for casually chiming, "jimin hyung, let’s just get out of here.“
jimin’s giggles have faded, but the brightness is still in luminescent in his pupils when he looks up at jungkook from the floor. he tilts his head, his big gaze curious enough to make jungkook almost stagger fro his position on the wall (again, subtle and cool).
“why?” jimin asks, eyes moving to that guy again, and jungkook tracks the moment with his own, narrowed to slits. “why do you - wait. jungkook, are - are you jealous?”
jungkook says nothing, glowering.
jimin stands up, leaving the guy on the floor, stupidly fluffy fur and all (jungkook’s hair is better - totally fluffier). jungkook glares one last time, firmly and well, before he looks up from the ground and sees jimin laughing - hand over one his mouth and face lit up.
“jungkook, it’s a puppy. you don’t need to be jealous of a puppy.” jungkook scowls at jimin’s words, and jimin rolls his eyes, affectionate. then he loops his arms up around jungkook’s neck, pressing his lips against his with a tiny, airy (exasperated) chortle. jungkook smiles into the kiss and smiles as he pulls away, when they’re barely far enough from one another to be considered apart, close enough for jungkook to count how many colors are in jimin’s eyes, iridescent in the light.
jimin sighs like he’s just dealt with a pouting child. “still jealous now?” he murmurs, and jungkook’s grin becomes crooked.
he bombinates. “nah.”
when they leave the cafe, hand in hand, jungkook smirks at the puppy, little guy staring back with oblivious, brown eyes.
jungkook, 1. puppy, 0.