It's the summer of 1972 and all Jungkook wants to do is court little, witty, lovely Suji but her brother, Jimin, makes it hard with his intense, knowing eyes, wicked smile, and intoxicating bourbon scent.
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We're back with a retro 70's drama! As always, check tags before reading. This is my first chaptered fic in a really long time and I plan to update weekly. Those of you waiting for part two of 'no homo' I got you don't worry.
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Rated: Explicit
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Jungkook walks up the brick-colored cobblestone pavement leading to the pale, olive green one-story home. He reaches the porch and knocks on the door, timid then loud before straightening his back and smoothing out his pressed yellow button up.
He insisted on the white but his mom said it was too plain therefore he settled on the butterscotch color. He looks at the bouquet of lilies in his hand one last time just as the aging, decorative white, carved-wood door swings open.
He freezes up immediately at the sight of Suji's older brother Jimin. He looks like he just woke up, his purple highlighted brown hair messy, white tank untucked, suspenders loose and he's barefooted.
He sizes Jungkook and his bouquet up, his expression confused and eyes still holding sleep in them (although it's already noon) when he speaks in fluent English.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Jungkook nearly blanches, blinking a few times and trying not to sound as young as he suddenly feels when he stutters, "Uh, J-Jeon Jungkook," he says in Korean because he knows they're Korean as well and loves talking in his first language any chance he gets. "I'm here for Suji."
Jimin's expression is flat and his eyes are hard yet lazy as his hands pull out a cigarette and lighter. He doesn't speak until he's drawing his first puff.
"Why?" He asks, still in English.
"I— Uh—well, I wanted to take her out," Jungkook says, now in English as well because he's assuming Jimin might prefer that language instead.
The older man's eyes flicker, his gaze looking out at the middle-class, suburban neighborhood their small house is located in before he glances back at Jungkook.
He asks once more. "Why?"
Jungkook blinks, a natural frown falling upon his lips when he furrows his brows. He questions with doubt, the back of his shirt uncomfortably sticking to his skin from all the nervous sweating he's doing. "What do you mean why?"
