Jinkook Exhibit

7.3 Jungkook, Be Mine!

Hwaaa~

Jungkook flop on his chair, soul leaving his body.

'Damn it.. I couldn't get his number.. I don't even know his name..!' he whined, throwing his head to the back. 'It's not everyday that I get to meet the guy of my type..'

His face retort in disappointment.

'He's so handsome.. His lips are so thick! And his eyebrows! And.. He's so tall.. And his shoulders..!!' he start to imagine him being with the guy, and his face gradually turning bright red.

"Hey! Jungkook! I thought you're not coming! You're late though!"

Jungkook jumped in surprised when someone slapping his shoulder from behind.

"Yah! Hobi hyung! What if I got a heart attack? I might've die!"

"Hey, it's supervisor hyung for you. Not Hobi hyung." Hoseok grins.

"Haa.." Jungkook face-palm, getting tired with Hoseok's antics. He always wonder how Hoseok can get promoted with him being slow witted like this. "What do you want, supervisor hyung?"

"Ah, that's right. Have you heard, we will have a new director today. I heard he's the same age with you. Ah, I'm really curious how it feel working with a new, young boss! I'm excited!" Hoseok cringe, smiling to his ears.

"Ah... Really?" Jungkook frown. The new director were just his age and he's already so successful, compare to him. He's just a normal daily worker, with average salary, way too little like what he used to dream when he was a student.

"Hey? Aigh, you always daydreaming. That's why you never get promoted. Focus, Jungkook-sshi!" Hoseok flicks his wide forehead.

"Hyung! Please! I've bruised everywhere you hitted me!"

"Hehe.. Is it hurt..??"

"Yes?" he roll his eyes.

Hoseok laugh.

Jungkook shakes his head, annoying with him, reluctant to continue the conversation. His brain racking for ideas to escape from Hoseok.

"Uhm.. Ah, hyung, I need to go to the toilet!" he said, dashing out, leaving Hoseok clueless.

"Hey!"

He ignore Hoseok's calling, climbing the stairs, pushing the door to the rooftop when he reach the last step of the stairs. He immediately greeted by the wild wind, brushing his hair to the back once the door opened.

Slowly he walk to the iron bars, lit up the cigarette, the one which always helping him whenever he struggled with life.

He take a deep breath, filling his lungs with the nikotin from the cigarette. After a while, he slowly blow the white smoke out to the air.

"I've told you, Ms. YN. I don't have any feelings for you. So stop chasing me."

Jungkook's ears perks up listening to a man's voices rejecting a woman's confessions from behind the wall.

"But—"

"No buts. I don't love you. Go find someone else. Someone better than me. Someone who loves you.." the man sounds cold and Jungkook didn't like the way he rejected the woman.

"I will not stop! I will make sure you love me back!" she broke in tears before leaving.

Jungkook smirks. He understands how the woman feels. He was in the same situation with the woman a few weeks ago when his latest boyfriend dumped him for a stripper. He cried but that asshole who's living off of him didn't even bother to apologise.

He even take everything he bought for him away when he moved out from him house. What a shameless asshole.

A man walked out from behind the wall. Jungkook's heart stop a beat. His eyes wide open, his mouth agape in surprised. It is the same man at the subway!

He stumble backward a few steps, gripping his arm at the spot where the man touch him in the train earlier. His face turns red.

The man's eyebrows cock. "Are you okay?" he asked, judging him.

Jungkook didn't answer. He was too busy blushing that he didn't hear the man's voices talking to him.

The tall, wide shoulders, fair skin, good looking man take a step towards him, standing within reach in front of him, bowing to his height. He raise his hand, touching Jungkook's wide forehead.

"You're not sick." he said, tilting his head.

"Eh?" Jungkook just realised that the man is touching him. "Wh-what are you doing?!?!" He retreat, hands on the air acting as a defends.

"Hm? Oh.." the man stand straight, one hand in the pocket, another one taking the cigarette from Jungkook.

He smirks, looking at the cigarette before take a puff on it's butt.

'Indirect kiss!' Jungkook screaming internally.

...

I'm tired. I want to take a nap. Wake me up in an hour. I'll continue writing for the next chapter when I wake up.