HE'S MINE NOT HER'S  || JIKOOK ✅

20

JIMIN POV

Last week was brutal as every day as I flip-flopped back and forth between wanting to take the position in LA and passing on it.

But as Friday neared and I still hadn't heard from Jungkook, I walked into Steve's office on Friday afternoon and accepted the position.

I'll be heading to California in three weeks.

Half a dozen times I'd picked up my phone to call or text him but couldn't find the right words.

This week I'm spending a few days in Los Angles to see the offices, meet my soon-to-be
new team.

While in LA, everywhere I look I see signs of Jungkook.

It's not just actors and film sets everywhere but gay guys and gay couples walking around without a care in the world.

Sure, I'd seen gay couples all over Seoul but somehow it's different here Maybe it's not.

Maybe it's just that now I want to be that couple walking down the street holding hands with a man who makes me smile.

But Jungkook doesn't want me, I remind myself for the umpteen millionth time.

If he did, he would have called this past week.

We'd have gotten together for drinks or something.

It's not like we were still in high school and we didn't talk the two weeks after the infamous boner dance, We're adults dammit.

I start thinking this whole thing is a huge mistake and that I should just quit Drape and go back to being straight.

But that isn't exactly true anymore, is it?

I'm not exactly straight. Am I?

Could I be gay with another guy?

I wasn't back in college but maybe now would be different.

The night before I head back to Seoul, I decide to test those waters.

As casually as I can work it into a conversation, I ask Jackson for input on where I should go, what clubs he would recommend for me.

"Right on, yeah." he says excitedly.

"What kind of vibe are you looking for?"

"Somewhere to be seen? Some place for celebrity sightings?"

"Thinking a bar where I could meet someone."

Jackson looks at me quizzically before carefully asking, "But what about your boyfriend?"

"Jungkook, wasn't it?"

A lump forms immediately in my throat and swallow it down.

"We're not exactly... um... I mean." I stammer, not exactly how to phrase my situation.

"It's complicated."

"Hey no judgment man." Jackson says putting his hands up.

Five minutes later I have a list of Jackson's top three gay bar recommendations.

Around ten I'vefinally worked up the courage to head to one of the bar's Jackson recommended Kind. When I first get inside, it takes a while before I can even make it to the bar to get a drink.

I can't believe how busy this place is for a Wednesday night.

But once I have a 'SeñorRita' in hand, I find myself a quiet corner where I can watch.

I'm not sure about this little experiment which is fine since most guys here already seem paired up with someone else.

A couple of guys do look my way but I guess I'm not giving off the friendliest of vibes, maybe not even gay vibes and no one approaches.