Deliveree Boys - Jikook

300k Giveback - Extra Chapter

What if the roles were reversed? What if Jimin's the one to log onto DelivereeBoyz.com and order Jungkook?

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"Funny. You're funny." Park Jimin said across the café table to his friend Kim Taehyung who was currently flicking honeycomb pieces at Jimin. The edges were still covered in some of the latte the honeycomb had originally soaked in, causing little drops of expresso to cover Jimin's laptop; and, Jimin couldn't expresso this enough, but Taehyung had bean getting on his nerves the last couple hours they'd been at the café. Jimin needed to finish his senior thesis and Taehyung was making it impossible to finish his analysis on hit-wonder, boy band, BTS' 2020 AMM take on the orchestrated masterpiece (produced by HitBangPD), Black Swan.

"Hilarious. Throw one more at me, Tae." Jimin said, rolling his eyes as he stared at the empty page on his screen. "Then we can see what I'll throw at you."

The clock ticked past its fourth hour and Jimin tried his best to ignore the pit in his chest. Taehyung grinned, but under his eyes he shared the same heavy bags as Jimin.

"Tae - what the hell?" Jimin said as something knocked him in the back of the neck. He scowled only to see Taehyung completely entranced by the tall barista with a long face and too bright smile. Sunny, the boys had nicknamed him in the past, for the sunshine he carried with him. Taehyung was completely and utterly in love with the barista and, as it seemed, completely distracted by him.

Confused, Jimin turned around and saw a boy about his age grinning back at him. His checks were high and his jaw sharp, but the grin grew lopsided due to the bunny like teeth poking through it. Jimin scowled, crinkling his nose, before turning back around and taking a very passive aggressive sip of his strawberry milkshake: it left whip cream on his nose.

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Contemporary Dance
Senior Thesis

Black Swan. A Cultural Reset. Bop Bop.
By Park Jimin

.... Then BTS member number one flew over BTS member number two and it was very hot and God am I gay and wish someone picked me up like that and threw me onto a mattress. Also that violin was lovely on beat three...

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Jimin decided maybe right now wasn't the best time to finish his thesis - his sentences were beginning to make less and less sense. Taehyung, who had gotten up and was now actually talking to Sunny, seemed to have fallen on the same idea.

Slowly, Jimin glanced around the half empty café, taking in it's bright yellow colors and green painted leaves. He weighed whether or not the coast, as the navy seals say, was clear. Taehyung ignored him, Sunny-boi was busy flirting back, the old man with crumbs in his beard was too busy fiddling with a card, the petite girl with silver hair the booth next to him was lost in her phone, and so Jimin decided that he was probably in the safe to open a new tab on his laptop. A special tab. A tab he liked to call the tab. YG Entertainment would certainly agree with that title. The title.

Jimin felt a pair of eyes, eyes he annoyingly noticed were dark like chocolate and speckled with copper, briefly glance at him. Jimin swiveled in his seat, glaring at the stupid bunny boy with his stupidly built muscles and stupid tight black shirt that exposed his tan collarbone just the barest amount and highlighted the swallow of his Adam's apple.