(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Use me

"We didn't commit a crime, is what I meant." Jungkook clarifies, expression morphing into one of feigned disbelief. "Yeah, it was awful. We have to cut our trip short and everything."

"Mm. Not buying it, guys." She shrugs nonchalantly, rolling her pen on the desk beside her paperwork. She smiles, though, still appearing intrigued after denying the believability of their story. "Listen, I think you're probably fine. I'll give you a room. But-"

"Christ, thank you." Jimin heaves a sigh, interrupting her next words. She glares in his direction until he backs behind the taller man.

"But," The woman continues. "Don't be noisy, and don't tell anybody I did this or I'll find out the real reason why you don't want to hand over identification for the room. Understand? I don't play games."

Jungkook and Jimin nod simultaneously. Jungkook is about to express his gratitude for her leniency, but she doesn't let him speak.

"I'll mark you down as guests for now. Act as such and make yourselves vanish come morning. Got it?"

"Got it." Jungkook says quickly, wide eyed.

She hums, looking away from them to scribble a few notes down. "Room 27 sound good?" 

"Perfect."

"Great." Without looking, she grabs the correctly marked tag that keeps a set of two keys, placing them onto the desk between them. Her eyes raise up to Jungkook's and she grins, fingers still caging the keys so he can't take them. "Payment is required, sir. I've been nice."

-///-

He can't believe Jungkook was willing to pay so much money for one night in this place. It's kind of ugly, the room. The bed looks more intimidating than comfortable. Jimin scrutinizes his surroundings, looking warily at the tattered carpet and noticing imperfections everywhere his gaze settles. He finally notices the other body in the room long enough to find him fidgeting quietly with his hands beside the room door. Their very public reunion, if it could be titled as such, has left them both on edge with each other.

Before, at the bus station, Jimin had felt obligated to try and calm the younger down some before he could draw anymore attention than he already had. With so many pairs of eyes glaring in their direction, he'd nodded, signaling agreement to accept the others plea to talk.

"Maybe we should talk privately." Jimin had caved.

"We can rent a motel room for tonight."

"Aren't we too young?"

"They don't have to know that."

They walked the unfamiliar town for a while, neither communicating much beyond directional ideas they threw back and forth. Stopping for a short sit down meal and a late cup of coffee had been necessary before continuing to search for a place to stay the night.

A small motel had eventually come into view, its flickering sign reeling them in as relief weighed down their tired bones. Thankfully, the diner waitress had been helpful with directions, even after spending most of the short visit stealing concerned glances at them when she was sure they wouldn't notice.

Jimin watches Jungkook now standing a short distance away from himself and he frowns, finding a nervous expression masking the ever present hurt in the youngers eyes. He knows why Jungkook is guarding the exit. He's afraid to be abandoned, and the thought of that pressing down on the man's heart pains Jimin's own.