SACRED - JIKOOK

DINNER

The five others in the room quickly held each other's hands on the table, Jungkook was reluctant but didn't want to disappoint Jimin at all, so he did as well. "Jimin, would you like to say grace son?" Mr.Park asked gently. Jimin nodded, smiling back at his father. "Yes papa.." he confirmed, softly lowering his head and closing his eyes. Naturally, Jungkook followed as he saw him do it.

"Heavenly Father, we thank you for this food. For our health.. we thank you for being able to gather here together today and eat along side our new neighbors as long lost family. We thank you for being our light and bringing us all together.. Amen." He said. Jungkook unknowingly began to smile while Jimin spoke. Jungkook always hated saying grace because he was always hungry and just wanted to eat.

But when he heard Jimin's soft and gently sweet voice he completely melted, feeling a sense of relaxation and euphoria. "Amen." The elder adults repeated and picked up their cutlery. It was a simply cooked chicken breast, seasoned very nicely, white rice and steamed vegetables. Jungkook hummed happily as he stuck a piece of chicken in his mouth. Mrs.Park was a very good cook.

Mrs.Park smiled softly, "do you like it, Jungkook?" She asked upon seeing his serene expression. He blushed awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed but nodded politely. "Yes.. it's delicious Mrs.Park.. you're a great cook." He said, the woman smiled kindly in response, thanking him. Mrs.park was a lovely woman. Jungkook could see where Jimin got his good looks from even if he wasn't attracted to women.

He had her eyes and lips, the same gentle smile and calm aura. The two of them made Jungkook feel safe, relaxed. He could see parts of Mr.Park in Jimin as well. His nose, chin, forehead and strong jaw. He was also very welcoming, much more out there and humorous, unlike Mrs. Park who was more gentle and graceful. Still, he saw both of those things in Jimin. Things he liked about him.

"What where you doing upstairs, boys?" Mr.park asked, smiling as he had a fork full of chicken. Jimin smiled more, "Jungkookie showed me his tattoos! He drew them himself!" He exclaimed, to which Mrs.Jeon began to choke. "I'm so sorry on behalf of my sons.. insolence.." she growled, to which Mr.park raised a brow.

"What do you mean? Tattoos aren't a big deal. The sistine chapel wouldn't be itself without all the paintings would it? It's a form of expression. Your art is very impressive Jungkook. I'm sure your grades are amazing!" He complimented. Jungkook's parents had grown silent, not sure of themselves any more. Jungkook beamed, a huge smile on his face. "Yeah! I have 90's in all my classes!" He said.

"Very impressive, Jungkook! You and Jimin are like peas in a pod. Both of you are extraordinary young men." He said. Jungkook felt happier than he did in his entire life. His eyes flickered over to Jimin and he had to hold back a giggle. The older boy was staring at Jungkook, a shy smile on his pretty face and a pink blush on his cheeks. Jungkook felt his heart pound in his chest.

Does he like me? He thought. It couldn't be. A soon to be pastor couldn't possibly be gay. Still, seeing Jimin look at him that way made him feel so special. He never wanted the pretty boy to look away from him. Hell, he never wanted to look away from Jimin. He was just too beautiful and knowing more about him made him prettier every day.

As they finished their meal Jungkook caught Jimin's solemn frown. "What's wrong, son?" His father asked gently. "Ahh.. I just.. I like hanging out with Jungkookie a lot.." he said sweetly. "I'm sad he has to go home." His soft caramel eyes looked up at Jungkook, the latter wondering if his heart had stopped beating.
"W-well.. I can.. give you my number if you want.. and we can hang out more." Jungkook suggested, which caused Jimin to perk right up excitedly.

Jungkook's parents nodded in satisfaction. "I think that's a great idea, son." His father sneered. Fuck you old man. He rolled his eyes but focused back on Jimin, hanging him his phone. "Here.. why don't you put your number in this new contact." He said, to which Jimin bounced in his seat as he typed happily. "Hey you know.. I could use some help at the church Saturday nights preparing for Sunday.. would you like to come in and help?" He asked, beaming happily and preying Jungkook would say yes.

Before Jungkook could even answer his mother piped in and cut him off. "He would be delighted to help you Jimin. I'm sure you two can set it up together nightly." She said, Jungkook only sighed and slumped in his seat, tired of being cut off. "Thank you for the meal Mrs.Park. We should be going now. Come on, Jungkook." His mother hissed. Jungkook rolled his eyes once again but stood up.

Jimin showed them out to the door but before they could walk away he gently took a hold of Jungkook's hand with both of his. Jungkook's eyes widened in shock and he felt himself heating up. "Jungkookie..?" Jimin called softly. Jungkook gulped harshly, hoping not to let his voice crack from nervousness. "Yes, Hyung?" He replied, finally turning to look behind at him. God he's so pretty in the moonlight..

"Text me tonight okay..? Don't forget me." He said, his soft pout turning to a little smile. Jungkook smiled back. "I will.. I won't forget.." Jimin pursed his lips and held out a pinkie in Jungkook's direction, "pinkie promise?" He asked, to which Jungkook intertwined their pinkies. It really made him realize how much smaller Jimin's hands where compared to his. "I promise.." he said before softly pulling away from Jimin's heavenly touch and retreating to the carriage to take him back to his personal hell.

Still, his eyes lingered on the open door of the Park house. Watching as Jimin smiled, calling out a "goodbye!" As he waved frantically. Jungkook smiled again. He's just so cute..