(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Bus Stop

"I can get that for you."

"No need." Jungkook throws up a hand in disagreement and chuckles lowly. "Could you stay here and oversee things. I'll go get it, I could use the fresh air."

Yejoon's shoulders drop, but he doesn't argue. Something about Jungkook is off and maybe it's the heavy work load stressing him out. He might really just need a break. "Of course. Take your time, I got it."

Jungkook throws the shorter man a quick smile. "Appreciate it." Gaze shifting back to the window, he turns his back on Yejoon and strides towards the door, heartbeat skipping with every step. The shop has felt almost like a safe haven. Jimin likely wouldn't find him here and he has the advantage of seeing Jimin first from the inside. Outside it's fair game.

He has yet to see the Eiffel Tower at night, lit up in all of its glory. The sun is setting fast over the city and it seems to attract more of a crowd. Jungkook's steps fall in line behind a young couple who seem to know where they are headed. He looks up as he paces, throwing his hands in his pockets and searching for the moon in the sky. His shoulders relax as he finds it peeking over pink clouds, waiting for it's turn with the same impatience he knows like an old best friend.

Jungkook's employees are all too used to his lack of professionalism. Suits are too uncomfortable and if he doesn't have to wear them they stay put away in the closet. He should've paid more attention to his appearance, but being so careless with it has become such a habit it never even crossed his mind to address it. Black baggy slacks with a long sleeved black sweater to keep out the breeze felt like enough today.

A small cafe catches Jungkook's attention as he brings his gaze back to street level. He breaks off from the couple that likely hadn't noticed his presence and he joins a line that's winded it's way around the outside of the building. It's busy, they must have good coffee. The wind ruffles through his hair from behind him, forcing long black waves of it over his forehead and into his eyes. He turns back up towards the sky as the sudden breeze subsides, letting it fall away from his face.

What a beautiful night it's becoming as the clouds disappear from the sky and the stars begin to fill its blank canvas. This is always when he feels the most lonely and even surrounded by a crowd the familiar agony settles on his shoulders. Beautiful things always remind him of Jimin and the night always belonged to them.

"It was good, I promise. I just wasn't that hungry."

His voice.

The two words clatter around Jungkook's brain for a second before he realizes what they mean. He snaps his head in the direction that he'd heard it, scanning people, searching until he sees him. Jimin, arms brushing with a tall blonde man wearing a grin that stretches ear to ear. The seasons suddenly change and the sun is back again, covering him with a warmth that makes it all the way to his core. Jungkook's vision blurs, breath shaking as he exhales all of the air in his lungs. It feels like somebody punched him in the gut, but the pain is in his heart.

Jungkook steps out of line, gathering confused stares that he doesn't notice. Jimin is walking in his direction and while he remains undetected he takes the opportunity to burn the image of him to his memory. His skin is glowing, cheeks lifted with a smile so stunning it makes Jungkook's hands shake. He keeps them hidden in his pockets, leaning his back against a nearby bus stop post. Jimin carries himself confidently, strides small but without apology. He used to seem so timid and shy. It was always so adorable before, but the change looks gorgeous on Jimin, so beautiful that Jungkook can't keep the smile from his lips.

Jimin's hair is so much different than he remembers, a light peachy orange that suits him. Anything would look great on him, but it's especially charming. Jungkook finds the smallers lips in a tiny smile and as he gets closer and his crescent eyes come into view they're sparkling with the stars. It's more than enough for Jungkook to consider himself blown away, but nothing could ever compare to the pierce of Jimin's line of sight locking onto his own.

Detected.

Jungkook doesn't move, even as Jimin's feet suddenly become glued to the concrete below him. Less than ten feet between them if he had to guess, but he doesn't move. He doesn't say a word. Tears are still brimming in his eyes and his smile remains to be seen. Suddenly it's sorrow that fills the empty pit of his stomach and Jungkook feels his heart snap. The smile on his face never falters, even when the blonde man reaches for Jimin's hand.

"What's wrong?" A deep and curious voice interrupts Jimin's gaze, tearing it away from Jungkook's. Jungkook blinks away the blurry tears in his eyes and watches the way Jimin takes the other mans hand, falling back to his side without sparing another glance in his direction.

Jimin laughs awkwardly and shakes his head, passing the bus stop post. "Nothing." He says nonchalantly, as if it doesn't matter at all. As if it never mattered at all.