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16 : The extremely stupid heart

Jungkook picked one liquor bottle from the shelf and began to draw seven lines at equal distances. Jimin was looking at him from the living room, leaning against the couch's backrest, but he didn't speak. It was a regular chore that Jungkook did on a bi-monthly basis when he refilled the alcohol stock in the house. "Take a Chardonnay with you." The man, at last, broke the silence between them. 

"I am taking a break from drinking," Jungkook blatantly answered in a low voice without turning around. 

"Then what do you drink?"

"Banana milk." 

"Banana milk?" Jimin's face had inarguably questionable expressions as he stared at Jungkook. 

"Yeah, or chocolate milk," he put the bottle back on the upper shelf and closed its door. "It doesn't really matter, but I am cutting down on alcohol."

"Hm," Jimin had his lips between his teeth, and dimples appeared near the corner of them when his eyes averted down. It was only for a moment before he had to look up when the assistant started to bound towards him, leaving the kitchen behind. "Then take today's fruit baskets with you. We got many."

"You," Jungkook arched his brows daringly at Jimin. "Got them. Not me."

Jay, who was silently sitting on the couch, now cleared his throat. Both Jimin and Jungkook turned to look at him and before long, the older smiled sweetly at his assistant. "Be nice to people, Jungkook. It's rude to make our guests wait." 

Jungkook didn't move at all and Jimin rolled his eyes before he joined the agent on the couch. "And Jay, Get over it."

"I am not getting over it. Do you know how much work the PR team will have to do? You seem to have no care in the world, but we do." The man now stood up angrily. 

"Fine," Jimin stood up too. "What do you want me to do now? Apologize? Cry? Dance naked to shut the people up?"

Jungkook only held back his thoughts, letting the two blow off. "We are a reputed name, Jimin. If it was him, he wouldn't have given a dime about anything. Please understand that-"

"You can say Namjoon. I am not allergic to that mother fucker's name, y'know?" Jimin let his eyes dote the nails on his curled fingers after he brought his hand under his chin. 

Jay looked at Jungkook for help, but the assistant shrugged.

"I am out of here."

"Bye-bye, Jay. Oh, wait! Do you want Chardonnay?!" Jimin screamed after the agent, but Jay only shook his head while stomping away.

"What?" The actor scoffed at Jungkook when he spotted his absurd facial expressions.

"Where were we?" Jungkook asked, getting closer to the couch. 

"You were telling me about how I got the gift basket and not us," Jimin spoke in a terse tone. 

"Jay was right," Jungkook said. If he hadn't seen Jimin's wiles and the way he always growled, he would believe that the actor might have been nervous a moment ago when he asked him to take the fruit baskets. "What was that today?"

"What was what?" Jimin now put his palm over his waist, poking out his hip, shooting the piercing look to Jungkook just as the latter was. The hostility suddenly surrounded them as they continued to not talk about the elephant in the room.

"Why would you jump out like that unprotected? You could have been seriously hurt."

"But I am not!" The actor felt his nerves tingling as annoyance flipped a switch in his mind after hearing the same thing over and over from everyone.