Diamond Dollface // jikook

two.

The California sun beats down on Jungkook like a drum. He readjusts the sun glasses on his face and begins fanning himself with the menu. Jimin; of course looks unimpressed by this, not a drop of sweat on his beautiful face.

It had been his idea to go out for lunch, and also his idea to sit on the patio. He's wearing a pink button down this time, and Chanel earrings Jungkook can see from across the table. During his years in LA Jungkook has been able to recognize the difference between riches and wealth.

When someone first starts getting paid the big bills they'll often find whatever they can with a designer label on it. They're loud and flaunting. Admittedly when Jungkook first started making good money, he did the same. Wealth whispers, however. Jimin isn't wearing labels all over, instead the devil is in the details. For example, Jimin dressed in neutrals for the most part and didn't draw any sort of attention with fancy labels. But Jungkook recognized the black heeled boots Jimin wore from the YSL ready to wear show he went to this year.

So Jimin had to be wealthy, maybe even wealthier than him. New money, Jungkook would have known his name otherwise, but definitely wealthy.

"Did you have to choose the patio?" He grumbled, dropping his head back dramatically as he fanned his chest.

"Yes," Jimin replied with a smirk, taking a sip of his sparkling water. "It's nice out. Maybe if you stop slouching in your chair like a child you can enjoy the breeze."

Jungkook snapped his head up, meeting Jimin's cool stare with a disgruntled expression.

"It's LA, it's always nice out."

Jimin rolls his eyes, the action enough for Jungkook to open his mouth with a sarcastic comment before the waitress comes over. Jungkook had seen her staring at him since they walked in, and she had stuttered through her sentences everytime she came over.

"Are we ready, gentlemen?" She asked politely, her injected lips pulled into a smile.

"Yes! My friend here is starting to get hangry," Jimin replied brightly, making the waitress giggle, hiding her tan face behind her notepad. Jungkook glowered at Jimin from across the table before he turned to her and grinned.

"I'll have the medium burger," he told her before looking at the menu with a squint. "And fries as my side, please."

The waitress wrote that down quickly before turning to Jimin who was already holding his menu out for her to take with a blinding smile. "Mediterannian salad with grilled chicken please."

Once she was gone Jungkook snorted quietly to himself.

"A salad? Really? Why go out to eat if you're just getting a salad?"

Jimin didn't seem the least bit bothered by the criticism, instead tilting his head to the side with an amused look. "Why wear all black when you know you live in LA and it'll be ninety degrees out?"

Jungkook looked down at his outfit and crossed his arms defensively. To be fair his jeans and his band t-shirt both had rips in them.

Jungkook's eyes wandered to where Jimin's phone was sitting face down on the table. He'd been to lunch with many, many music business people and they always had their phone in their hands the entire time. At the very least it was face up so they could reply promptly. This was a fast paced industry and time was money.

There was something about Jimin that unsettled him. He'd had the man as his manager for the two weeks. So far Jimin had escorted him to every event he was scheduled, not letting him out of his sight. They'd left before midnight each time and he'd removed every single dealer from his contacts and social media.