Be My Mistake | TaeKook

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JIMIN

"It's actually me in charge of the grocery shopping not him. nice boxers by the way", I turn my head catching the man's gaze that pauses for a second on my hips before landing smoothly on my eyes.

He is only some inches taller than me, wavey dark hair, unique side profile painted by sharp jawlines, and his wiry body is covered with olive green and black baggy clothes.

His long, soft fingers are stealing the show, as he is measuring coffee grounds to add to the coffee press, while I'm standing still in a loss of words. I stutter to myself, close the fridge and look back at him observing the scene in front of me delicately.

He starts pressing the plunger down slowly, when I say introducing myself to cut the awkward atmosphere, "Jimin"

He doesn't pay attention nor stop pressing, instead he offers, "coffee?"

"I don't do coffee", I say doing my utmost to hide my attacked confidence. He hasn't asked about my name, what am I doing here or how I ended up in this situation. He is so chill and unbothered to the limit I so bad want to pull his shoulders and forcefully seize his attention.

I admit, I have been called an attention seeker many times before. I don't agree with that though. I simply know my worth, which allows my ego to take over me sometimes. I do look fine, I have a sexy body, I smell nice, I'm very stylish, my vibes are fun and my lifestyle is exciting. Why would I seek attention? I just get confused when I don't automatically gain it, which rarely happens.

"so who are-", I tend to ask.

"Hoseok. Hangover?", he asks and I'm starting to get pissed off. People who give short answers bother me to a great extent.

Although I don't say anything, I show a slight glimpse of annoyed expression cause I don't know how he assumes I might have a hangover already!
Do I look that messy?

"I was with Yoongi and Taehyung yesterday when you texted him", he explains, sipping his coffee.

"aha! You know I'm not often a drunkard, but when I am, I lose it entirely. I don't experience hangovers though, I'm just-", I am trying to defend my whole when my stomach chooses to speak for me, disclosing noise I could no longer hold.

"hungry?", he asks

I nod iced covered from head to toe. The embarrassment I am dealing with now is unbearable.

"We have turkey wraps for emergencies", he suggests, then brings the wrap from the fridge. I wonder how he remembers where everything is in such a hypermarket.

He stands close to me to put the wrap in the microwave, close enough to fill my lungs with his enchanting smell!

I am a cognoscenti. That's what my friends call me, since I'm willing to name any perfume in a mere second. Yet it's hard for me to get his. It's too appealing to be figured out!

"You live here?, I mean, are you a friend of Yoongi, family__maybe?", I keep guessing and all I get is nothing.

The microwave beeps, he hands me the wrap, and I'm about to thank him, when he finally replies, "You can say, I'm his only friend. I also live and work with him, since my main house happens to be in America"

If anything I have heard since I entered this household appears to make any sense, it's definitely that someone like Yoongi has no friends but this weirdly taciturn creature. Fits him perfectly!

"Yoongi still asleep?", he asks, walking to the staircase

"how would I know?"

He stops and gives me a look full of unspoken judgement.
He doesn't think something happened between me and Yoongi, does he?