J EFFECT (Vmin/jikook) Book 1 ✔

Chapter 8: lonliness

Jungkook stood in front of Jimin's door, sweat pouring down his neck in nervousness. And a banquet of flowers in his hand, all kinds of colors. He took a deep breath, shaking his wrists. "I can do this…" he told himself under his breath, then he knocked on the older males door. Waiting patiently and shyly with both hands trembling around the banquet. 

The door swung open, and Jimin appeared in front of him. Looking like a hot mess. His eyes and cheeks were red and swollen, hair messy, and expression telling Jungkook that he was pissed off and tired. 

"What is it Jeon Jungkook…?" 

"I, uh…" he pulled the banquet up to Jimin's face, blushing and looking down. "I saw these flowers… they reminded me of you." He smiled shyly. 

Jimin eyed them boredly. "I see." 

They stood silently and awkwardly, with Jungkook still holding the flowers to Jimin. Finally, Jungkook said, "for you." 

"Me?" Jimin widened his eyes. 

Jungkook peeked half his head through the flowers. "Why yes. Beautiful flowers should always belong to beautiful people." He said, looking into Jimin's eyes. 

Jimin felt his face redden. "B-beautiful?" 

Jungkook put the banquet into Jimin's hands, and nodded as he rubbed the nape of his neck. "I also wanted to apologize to you in person. I was… not myself when we first met. It wasn't very nice speaking to you that way, when you're older than me." 

Jimin blushed at Jungkook's sweet words. "It… it's quite alright, Jeon. I forgive you. Thank you for apologizing." He smiled at him. 

"A-alright, then. Have a good night, Park." The raven-hair said with a bow, then walked off. Jimin chuckled, watching the younger with interest. 

"He is cute…" 

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Later on that day, Jimin attended his classes. Not seeing Taehyung at the first. He tried not to think about it too much, and erase him out his head, but he couldn't stop thinking about him. How hurt he looked yesterday, and what he said. 

During lunch period, Jimin hurried to the courtyard to get some reading done for his next class. He sat on a bench under a tree, taking his book out and flipping to where he last left off. His stomach was growling, yet he couldn't set his book down. He often went without lunch and breakfast, and only ate once it was around 1 to 2pm. 

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" 

Jimin felt a shadow overcome him, making the pages of the book darker. He looked up and saw three boys leer down at him with large smug smirks. 

"Hm? What can I do for you boys?" The boy asked with a puzzled expression for why they even came up to him. 

The one closest to him laughed. "Did you hear him, boys? What can we do for him?" His voice was mocking and rude. 

Jimin frowned as the boys' friends snickered like it was a funny joke. "Sorry? Is that supposed to be funny?" 

The tall male turned back to Jimin with a large smirk. "Yes. Because you must know who we are." 

Jimin tilted his head. "Oh, but I don't. I only just transferred." 

"Is that right? Can I see your book?" 

Jimin looked down at his book, then back at him. "Why?" 

The boy's expression morphed into a hardened glare. "Why? Because I said so." He said firmly.