(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Encounter

"But, wait." Yejoon whines, grabbing at Jungkook's hand. He takes it in one of his own, wrapping his other hand around the tallers forearm and pressing his chest against him. He looks up at his boss with a sorrowful pout and whispers, "Please stay for one drink."

Jungkook resists the urge to push Yejoon off of him, to react the way that he wishes he could. The man is intoxicated and out of his head and unfortunately head over heels in love with him. He's going to wake up with a headache from hell and remember this night with regrets unless Jungkook eases the tension. "Not tonight, Yejoon. Let's go." He whispers softly down at the other.

"But-"

"Come on man, stay for a drink. He's been waiting for you this whole time." Marius pipes in unexpectedly. He stands up from his seat and waves towards it, gesturing for Jungkook to sit down. "It's on me, yeah?"

Jungkook's gaze follows the blonde mans actions as he moves to stand behind Jimin, large hands coming to rest on the smallers shoulders. He watches as Jimin tenses under his touch before relaxing against the man, leaning his back into the others broad chest. As if a match strikes against the flesh of his heart it bursts into flames, blood flowing hot under his skin and through his veins. He clutches his free hand into a fist and nudges Yejoon off of his arm. Angry for what? Jungkook criticizes himself. Jimin is allowed to be close to his boyfriend. But his breath is shaky and he shakes his head to deny himself the opportunity to glare at the exchange between the couple in front of him. "No, thank you. We have to leave."

Jimin's heart misses several beats, his gaze fixated on the veins exposed in Jungkook's neck. It flickers between the mans balled up fist and Yejoon pouting beside him, pressing against his side like he's a lost little puppy waiting for an owner to throw him a bone. Jungkook won't give him a chance. He affirms to himself. It's enough of a thought to make him feel victorious, content and proud. It's everything he knows that he shouldn't feel, He's mine, but he does. How fucking toxic. How bizarre that after all of these years he wants some kind of claim on Jungkook, as if the man should be angry watching him in another mans arms, but he can hardly stand to see somebody else lusting after him. Jimin's stomach grows warm as he stares, finding his gaze settling on the familiarity of Jungkook's features one by one.

His big nose, ever the same, both nostrils flaring sporadically. His huge brown eyes that could make you believe he's innocent no matter what he did, even as they seethe in silence. His lips, thin and a brilliant pink, that hide the most adorable set of bunny teeth the world has ever seen. Except right now they are stretched into a white line, doing their best to hide his locked jaw and gritted teeth.

Jungkook's shoulders are more broad than before, chest poking out with evident muscular definition. He's taller, or maybe just taller than Jimin remembers. His hair is probably long enough to tie back into a little pony tail and the thought of it makes Jimin smirks suddenly. How cute. Even Jungkook's stature looks different. He stands straighter, commands the room with his presence and charming good looks. Something about him screams danger and Jimin kind of likes it.

"Yeah? Bummer, but let's meet up another time?" Marius shoots out into the tense atmosphere, feeling a bit foolish being turned down and a little bit disappointed for Yejoon. The man looks crushed and he was enjoying the company of such a rambunctious soul. "How long will you be here for?"

Jungkook scoffs at the blonde mans inquiries, following it shortly with the clearing of his throat. He might be coming off as rude, but he's anxious to leave before Jimin catches the wrong idea. "Not long, sorry. I'm sure Yejoon enjoyed your kindness, but we won't be seeing you again."

Marius cocks his head to one side, stepping away from his boyfriend to come around him. He crosses his arms over his chest, presenting a challenging stance almost as if he's a bouncer at a club in charge of turning away teenagers with fake ID's. "You don't have to talk for him, man."

Yejoon raises his hands, waving them in front of his small frame with a nervous laugh coming from his anxious expression. "He can, we are busy after all. But, I did have fun. Thanks so much for the drinks and banter!"

Off putting to say the least, Jimin observes silently. He stands up from his chair, bumping Marius in the process and garnering his attention. The man is starting to feel suffocating in Jungkook's presence. Jimin's skin is crawling with the intensity of the encounter, even though they haven't even so much as swapped a word directly. His first love, the man he almost married, the one who shattered his heart and broke his promise to fix it, ripping it into little shreds and leaving behind the future he wanted so badly, is standing so close to him. His heart pounds in his chest so hard he can hardly hear anything else.

"Of course." Jimin nods, speaking up and nudging his boyfriend behind him. He steps closer to Yejoon, coming so close to him he can hear Jungkook catch his breath. "Text me." He smiles, trying to appear friendly now after the attitude he's been exhibiting with the other since they met for the first time. "Just in case you have some free time, we can hang out."

Jimin drawls out every digit of his phone number, barley waiting for Yejoon to pull out his phone, but repeating it twice anyway. Yejoon isn't his target audience. His gaze flickers to Jungkook, meeting his stare, the tallers eyes boring into him now as if he's trying so desperately to ask him what the hell are you doing right now? without saying a single word. "Got it?" He asks and Yejoon nods, confused but seemingly pleased.

"Got it."

"Good." Jimin smirks.