Let Me Love You: Chasing Fire (Jikook) *COMPLETE

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"Who the fuck are you? And don't call me that here!" Jimin whisper yelled. He was glad the store wasn't too busy and persons were just minding their own business.

"You shouldn't get into fights. I heard Yoongi and Taehyung told the Dean that you're the one who beat him. You'll probably be in trouble." the guy said.

Jimin looked him up and down. He was alarmingly gorgeous. Jimin thought it must be his eyes. They were a deep brown. But they were so big and innocent, almost doe-like. It made him look like a baby. He had deep pinkish red hair that fell onto his forehead, a nose that fit his face, with sexy slender lips. They looked kissable. He had a nice physique. He was wearing a big, red jersey but Jimin could see outlines of his body.

Jimin frowned, "What's it to you? Who the hell are you and why are you here?"

The guy shrugged, "I came to buy a pastry. But I overheard that your macaroons are great, Min. So I'll have half dozen of those."

Jimin glared at him and leaned over the counter, "You're barking up the wrong tree asshole. If there's something you want state it now and don't waste my fucking time!"

The guy chuckled, "The macaroons. How much is it?" he fished out his wallet and looked expectantly at Jimin.

Jimin sifted his fingers through his light brown hair and told him the price through his clenched teeth.

The guy paid and took his change, "My name is Jungkook, not asshole. Just so you know." He smiled at Jimin before moving aside to go wait on his order.

Jimin swallowed. His stomach did a little flip. He would say he was a bit nervous of the stranger, but truth be told that smile made his heart jump. "What the fuck?" Jimin shook his head and turned away.

He couldn't wait for the man to leave. But to his dismay, he actually collected his order and went to sit at a booth. Jimin groaned internally as their gazes connected and Jungkook smiled at him, giving a thumbs up when he took a bite out of a macaroon.

Even after he finished eating three of the pastries and closed his box, he sat there. Glancing at Jimin ever so often, fiddling on his phone. For Jimin it was slow torture. He wanted to snap at the man so badly. But he couldn't, not here. He was ruining his safe haven and Jimin didn't like it one bit.

"Min, it's your breaktime. Please, go home and get some rest." Jin said as he came out of the kitchen.

Jimin pouted, "But-"

"Jimin you look like crap. Please leave or I'll fire your ass! Now go!" Jin scolded him, hands akimbo as he glared at the shorter male.

Jimin scoffed and headed around to the back to go collect his things.

He sighed. Internally, he was grateful for the time. He could relax a bit and catch up on his studies and maybe get some sleep. There were no fights tonight anyway.

He bid farewell to Jin on his way out then headed to his motorcycle. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the Jungkook guy leaning against the wall where he had parked his bike.

He bounded over quickly, "Listen here, I don't know what the hell you want from me but I'm not playing any fucking games with you!"

Jungkook held up a hand in surrender as the other held his box of pastries, "Woah. Calm down. I'm not here to play games with you. I saw the fight in the hall earlier. Or at least I glimpsed what happened. Then as I was heading home I had a craving for something sweet and I stopped here. It was completely coincidental. But it was just fascinating how you seemed to be two different people. I almost wondered if you had a twin. That's why I brought up the fight."

Jimin narrowed his eyes at him, "Just fuck off alright. No one at school knows I work here and I'd like to keep it that way. So what do you want?"