Out With A Bang | JiKook

two.

happy sunday!!

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"You shouldn't smoke."

Muffled music could be heard seeping through the walls of the venue, combining with the whistling wind in the air that carried the smell of the cigarette over to Jimin.

The drummer looked over and raised an eyebrow, blowing out a puff of air to push a few vibrant blue pieces of hair out of his eyes so that he could look at Jimin better. His fingernails were painted black, but they were chipping away and worn now.

"Excuse me?" He asked, tapping his cigarette twice to ash it on the ground. A hoop of metal pierced through his bottom lip, and a barbell through his eyebrow. The jewelry glinted in the moonlight, and the aura that the other male held was incredibly intense.

Though they were out in the fresh air, he made it feel thick with tension just by speaking two words.

"You shouldn't smoke." Jimin repeated, watching as the other male ignored his suggestion and took another puff off of his cigarette. Multitudes of tattoos sprawled across his hands and fingers, the ink travelling up his arm as well. "It's bad for you."

The blue haired male smirked, balancing the cigarette between his teeth and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I know." He laughed, his voice thick and clouded with smoke. "Some people just like things that are bad for them, ever consider that, cutie?" He took the cigarette out of his mouth, balancing it between two fingers.

The pet name had Jimin's face turning red, the word sounding strangely nice coming from the voice of a stranger. This was the first time he was truly heard Jungkook speak, and it would be an understatement to say that his voice was nice to listen to. He cleared his throat though, trying to mask his embarrassment as he turned his head.

"Don't call me that." He snapped shortly, tapping his foot on the ground softly to try and ignore how rabidly his heart was beating in his chest. It was his idea to talk to this man after all, but maybe he didn't know what he was truly going to encounter when he did.

The drummer had hardly even spoken to Jimin, but he already had the other male reeling. The low tone of his voice, coated in smoke and deliciously raspy. The confidence that dripped from every word he spoke. Most of all, it was his eyes through, full of mischief and something darker as he scanned his gaze across Jimin.

His aura was so dominating that it nearly made Jimin anxious, but something in his body found it so enticing.

"What?" The male laughed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaling. "Cutie? I was just making an observation. I can make another one if you'd like, short stuff."

Jimin narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing.

"Are you this insufferable to everyone you meet?" He asked, eliciting a loud laugh from the male a few feet from him. It echoed against the brick walls of the buildings that they were caged between, disappearing into the night air.

"Probably." He answered, taking one last drag off of his cigarette before putting it out against the wall he was leaning up against. "But you walked up to me so, even if I am 'insufferable'," He made air quotes with his fingers. "I must be at least a little bit cute as well, right?"

Jimin scoffed, looking up to the sky and resting his gaze off on the moon above them. "So that's not it? You just come over here to be an anti-smoking campaign?" The blue haired male tucked his hands on the pockets of his black ripped jeans, taking a few steps towards Jimin.

Before when he was sat at his drum set or leaned up against the wall it was hard to tell how tall he was, but how that they were truly face to face the height difference had Jimin gulping.

"Just thought you looked interesting." Jimin replied, looking up and shivering under the mischievous glint in the other male's eyes. "I saw you play, you're really good. I wanted to meet you, I guess."

This made the other male's lips curl up into a smile, and he raised an eyebrow - an expression of amusement and curiosity coating his features.

"Well thank you." He smiled, reaching into his back pocket. "It's always nice to meet a fan." He pulled his set of drumsticks out of his pocket, extending the beaten up pair out to Jimin to hold. "Keep em, if you want."

Jimin scowled, his eyes darting between the drumsticks and the man who was holding them out to him.

"I'm not a fucking groupie." He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't need a souvenir." He watched as a surprised expression took over the blue haired male's face, before he let out another laugh, his eyes crinkling up.

He leaned forward, tucking his drumsticks in between Jimin's folded arms when the other male refused to take the drumsticks out of his hand.

"Didn't mean to offend such a pretty face." He spoke softly, his hand grazing against Jimin's bicep as he pulled away. "Besides, I don't give souvenirs to groupies." Jimin took a shaky breath, watching the other male brushed a few pieces of hair out of his eyes. "I only give them to people I want to remember me."

Jimin gulped, feeling his breath catch in his throat as the male's voice rang through his ears.

"How could I remember you if I don't even know your name?" He forced out, taking hold of the drumsticks and curling his fingers around them. Why was it so difficult to stand his ground? What was it about the way this man spoke, that just made Jimin want to hear him talk forever?

"Jungkook." The male answered, a gust of wind blowing past them and ruffling up his hair. "Now if you forget, I'll be upset."

Jimin smiled softly, looking down at the drumsticks in his hands. They were well used, chips and dents evident all over them. Something about that, made them so much cooler than if they would have been brand new.

"I'll try my best." Jimin answered, tucking the drumsticks into his back pocket and looking up at the taller man with a smile.

Jungkook returned the expression, licking his lips and shifting his piercing to the side.

"Well? What about you?" He asked, resting his hands in his back pockets. "You don't like being called cutie, so what should I call you?"

"Jimin." Jimin answered softly, watching as Jungkook reached down to grab the jacket that had been thrown on the ground beside him. "That's my name."

The blue haired male smiled, tugging the black denim jacket over his shoulders and adjusting his shirt. He really was attractive, that was a fact Jimin couldn't deny. Hell, it was one of the reasons that he had gone up to talk to Jungkook in the first place. Striking blue hair, shining silver piercings and adorned in ripped denim; Jungkook looked like the embodiment of somebody his mother would hate.

What was it that Jungkook said again, about liking bad things?

"Well, Jimin, my time out here is running out, but I'm glad you came up to talk to me." Jungkook answered, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulling out a pack of mint gun. "I'm not going to stop smoking, by the way." He added, popping a piece of the gum in his mouth and chewing it. "Many pretty faces have asked me to do the same thing, but I'm not easily persuaded."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the wall of the building that was behind him, flinching softly from how cold the brick was.

"Who said I was just a pretty face?" He asked, his eyes glinting in the moonlight as he met gazes with Jungkook. The taller male paused where he was just about to open the back door once more, loosening his grip on the door handle and turning his head.

"Fair enough." He chuckled softly, before pulling the back door of the venue open once more. The sound of music and loud voices immediately flooded the outdoor atmosphere, cutting through the bubble of privacy he and Jungkook had created in the alleyway. "Maybe I'll see you again?"

Jimin shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"If you're lucky."

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a/n
ugh Jungkook's so hot in the fic I just wanna crawl into my word document

- Charlie :)