Jinkook Exhibit

7.10 Jungkook, Be Mine!

Early morning, Seokjin already knocking Jungkook's door. He's wearing a set of black and white training suit, all sweats and sparkling, just got back from morning exercises. His sweet body scent didn't fade by the sweats that soaking his clothes.

"Pfft!" he laugh, looking at Jungkook in his bunny onesie. "You are cute. Too cute, Mr. Jeon." he pull the bunny ear.

"Stop i—"

Jungkook didn't finish his words when Seokjin suddenly kissing his lips.

"What the fuck is that for?" he asked  after they parted. He was grumpy and annoyingly wipe his lips when treated like that.

"You said you like me. I just want to confirm."

"... Ha? Then, what do you think..?"

"I don't think that you like me. I don't feel it." Seokjin shrugs. He pull the hoodie, covering his head.

"Oh, this is for you. Enjoy your breakfast, Mr. Jeon!" he passed the plactic bag filled with breads, tuna spread and strawberry jam to Jungkook and turn around to leave.

Jungkook let go of the plastic. The can of tuna spread and jam rolled out from the plastic.

"How to make you feel that I really like you?" he shouts, desperately wanting Seokjin to hear him.

Seokjin stops in motion. "Nothing, Mr. Jeon. Nothing." he said, without even turning back at Jungkook.

"What?! Then, why did you kissed me?!"

"Ah.. I'm sorry. See you at office, aite?"

"..." Jungkook's heart broken. "I know you like me too! You wouldn't kissed me three times if you don't like me!"

Jungkook was angry and annoyed. Seokjin didn't even stop, leaving to his house. He felt like he has lost but he can't help falling in love with Seokjin and it gets deeper too.

'I'm doomed..'

...

Jungkook peeking behind the door, looking around for Seokjin.

'Phew.. Looks like he's not here yet. This is my chance!' he sprint to his desk, flopping on his chair.

He let out a sigh, shut his eyes. He's been desperately avoiding Seokjin these lately. He's being determined. If he can't make Seokjin like him, he will make himself dislike that guy. To be not seeing Seokjin is the only way he can think that will make him forget his feeling for Seokjin, although he still need to meet and talk to him for work.

"Oh, hello. Good morning Mr. Kim!" Hoseok's loud voice enters his hearing.

He jumped in surprised, quickly hiding under the desk. 'He's here!'

'Damn it! What am I doing? Why do I have to suffer like this for that guy?!'

He face-palmed, regretting his taste for that handsome, good looking guy. He really can't get over, keeps falling for handsome face, without even considering their attitude or background. And this time he fall hard for Seokjin.

'It seems I'll never learn from mistakes.. I'm really doom this time.. Haa...'

Ring!!

"—!!" His phone's rings. He jerk up to reach for the phone that was on the desk.

Bang!

His head hit the desk as he gets up in hurry.

"Aghh...! Fuck....!" he held his head at where the pain is.

"Are you alright, Mr Jeon?"

"Ah- Yes! I'm fin—" he clumsily turns around, and immediately fall back on the floor. "Mr. Kim?!"

His eyes wide open. Seokjin was so close to him. Too close that he can even count his long, beautiful eye lashes.

"You don't look fine for me." Seokjin reach out to check his head. "That was a very loud collision. Let me check.."

Jungkook raise his hand as a protest. "No! I'm really fine! Not even a scratch!"

"... Stay still, Mr. Jeon.. Let me check.."

Jungkook's blushed. Seokjin being insist to check his head. He shut his eyes tight, not wanting to look at the director.

"There's a small bump.." said Seokjin, stroking his hair. "Let's apply cold pack on it. Okay?" he take Jungkook's hand, helping him to get out from under the desk and lead him to the couch.

Jungkook stop, refuse to follow. "I'm trying to make myself dislike you.." he mumble. "Can't you let me do as I wished? Why did you have to be so nice to me?"

Seokjin release his grip. "I'd do what I need to do. I only care about my employe—"

"Fuck that!" Jungkook run out from their room, towards the stairs. He pushes the door, escaping to the rooftop. He felt suffocated, very hard to breath. It's not because he dislike Seokjin, but because he like him so much that it is hurting him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Why can't I fucking hate you, Kim fucking Seokjin!??" he gritted his teeth, hitting the wall until he bleed his fist.

...

I might finish this arc tonight. Maybe. Not.