Say My Name (and everything just stops)

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And that Saturday, a usually very self assured alpha named Jeon Jungkook could be found biting his lip to such an extent that a tiny drop of crimson blood was visible as he waited in a cozy cafe for his date. His date Park Jimin.

He tried not to think about him, which was technically thinking about it, because if he did then people around him would probably get worried. And because he'd start anticipating this date even more and he'd have to start the calming process all over again.

The cafe was quiet-there were people but it wasn't too crowded. It seemed like a pretty nice date; a cup of coffee and then a stroll in the nearby park-the sunset a perfectly romantic background as they hopefully held hands and then Jungkook would lean in and-

The door swung open and the bell chimed as a man stepped in, dressed casually in a light tan tee and faded blue jeans. There were dark bangs peeking out from the beanie he was wearing and there were sunglasses perched on his nose. 

Jungkook shouldn't have recognised him. But he did. Because he had plenty of practice spotting Jimin in a crowd. Heck, he could recognise him from his nape, this was nothing. So it wasn't really a surprise when the man slid into the chair in front of him and smiled.

"Hi."

"Are you hiding because you just hid the body of the person you killed?" Jungkook deadpanned. 

Jimin stared at him blankly and after Jungkook waved his hand, gesturing to the omega's face, he chortled. "You got me there. You're not going  to call the police, are you?" 

And then he saw Jungkook's horrified expression. "I was just kidding," he quickly adds. And then hesitating, he said, "But I am trying to be lowkey."

"Why?" Jungkook asked, confusion lacing his voice.

"I think you're quite disconnected from the current music scene," Jimin said.

He blushed. "The only songs I listen to are from five years ago. I didn't really get much time for entertainment in college," he said defensively.

Jimin waved his hand dismissively. "You don't have to explain. It's conceivable. But can you do something for me?"

"Of course," he replied instantly. And then after a pause, "But how is this going to explain why you're being low-key?"

"It will, trust me."

Reluctantly, Jungkook nodded. "What is it?"

"Take out your phone."

He complied easily. Who could possibly say no to that voice anyway?

"Google my name."

Frowning, he looked at Jimin who just nodded encouragingly. So he typed in his name and what the screen loaded to show had his breath caught in his throat.

There were photos of Jimin looking absolutely ravishing, with a mic in his hand and lights around him as though he was on some kind of stage.  There were close up photos of him that made his alpha want to crawl out and mark that smooth neck, kiss those red tinted lips and look at those shadowed eyelids as his lashes fluttered.

It didn't make sense at all. But what was written underneath those photos were even more unbelievable. Park Jimin, a singer-songwriter, signed with BigHit entertainment. 

What?

He looked up with his mouth hanging open to look at Jimin, who was gazing at him with an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

"You're-you?" he stuttered, uncomprehending.

Jimin offered him a small smile. "I'm an artist. And I'm sorta famous. I mean, I'm no Justin Bieber. I'm just Jimin."

Jungkook took a shaky breath. "So that's why you're dressed like this? So people don't realise it's you and you don't get mobbed?"

Jimin nodded. "I love my fans, I really do. But I want some privacy every now and then."

He didn't know what to say so he just hummed blankly.

The omega sighed deeply. "If this is too much for you, I totally understand. You don't have to date me-if people find out then it will get hard for you. The hate, the attention; it's like your lost in the lights. And it is my fault, I shouldn't have gotten you into this without you knowing and you're young. You shouldn't be tied to someone you haven't gotten to known properly and be compelled because of what the media might sa-"

Jungkook snapped out of his daze at his words. He reached across the table to touch his forearm lightly. "No, Jimin. I like you. Like I really do. And I'm more than willing to get to know you properly. You being a celebrity, or the media, or opinions of people I've never even met don't matter if it means getting to be with you. They fade to nothing when I look at you."

Jimin looked at him with such trust in his eyes, trust that he won't break his heart that the alpha swore to himself that he'd do anything to make him happy. "We'll take it slow. So that you get used to it."

"Whatever you say, Jimin," he replied contentedly for he had a promise in his heart, affection in the eyes he was looking into and Jimin's soft skin under his touch. "But don't you live in Seoul? I mean, because of your job?"

He nodded, a sad look coming into his eyes as he mumbled, "I do have to go back. But currently, I'm on break. I wanted to see my family and the company thinks the quietness will get some creative juices flowing and hopefully I'll come up with a hit song."

"So we still have time, right? Before you go back?"

"A month or so." His voice seemed so full of longing and stressed that Jungkook stood up. He dragged his chair across the floor so that it was right beside Jimin's. He sat and leaned in to kiss his nose. "That's more than enough. And I'm going to be in Seoul next year anyway for postgrad so you have nothing to worry about, okay?"

"Okay," Jimin whispered as he giggled, that warm glow back in his eyes.

"Now, it's time for some caffeine intake though I think I've had enough of that because of college. Anyway, if I drink it with happy thoughts nothing bad will happen, right?" 

And the childishly hopeful and oblivious expression on his face had Jimin wheezing with laughter.