𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 || [JINKOOK FF ]

[6]

Kim Seokjin is Patient.

Seokjin picked up the solid brass paperweight and threw it across the room. It bounced off his bookshelf and landed with a solid thud against the carpet.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He flexed his hand into a fist and released it, trying to stretch the muscles before his knuckles were overtaken with swelling.

This wasn't the way he’d meant for the night to go. That stupid kid in his dollar store ski mask had to go and  fuck up all of Seokjin's plans, forcing him to skip in his carefully crafted time-line.

The events of the evening had frightened Seokjin, an emotion he didn't have much experience with.  Kim Seokjin was always careful and concise with his dealings, regarding Jeon Jungkook and otherwise, and although he had been watching Jungkook from a distance, he wasn't prepared to bring them face to face just yet.

But seeing that thug come after Jungkook had pushed him into action. Shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his veins, he’d attacked that thug before he could hurt Jungkook, and had escaped with nothing beyond bruised knuckles.

As he’d hid behind a parked car down the street to catch his breath, Seokjin had fought against his instincts to go to Jungkook immediately. He could have lost him tonight, and if Seokjin needed to accelerate his timeline so he never had to face that threat again, then he would.

Upset by the shift in events, he paced across his office from one end to the other, never taking his eyes off the security monitor that hung in the corner.

There was a black-and-white image on the screen, and it was clear enough that he could see the utter despondency in Jeon Jungkook's eyes as he searched for something in his closet.

The Jungkook on screen grabbed some clothes and left the frame, so Seokjin pushed a button on the remote he held tightly in his hand, cycling through security feeds until he located Jungkook again, now in his kitchen.

Kim Seokjin chuckled in spite of himself. “Cute, but you're not going to have any luck with that, Little Red.” He watched Jungkook flip the handle on the sink a few times before giving up and leaving the apartment.

Seokjin cycled through some more security feeds until he reached one showing the street, with Jungkook's car front and center at the curb.

He watched Jungkook fold his body into the car and have success with his cell phone. Seokjin pushed another button on the remote, activating the stereo system in his office.

“Grandma? It’s Jungkook. Can I come stay with you tonight?”

Kim Seokjin's lip curled up into a satisfied smile. At least one thing had gone according to plan tonight.

Well, two things, if he counted all the time that fucking nitwit Kim Taehyung was spending on the shoulder of the 101 with a broken-down car.

Seokjin sat down behind his desk and clicked through the open windows on his laptop to pull up his email. There were about two dozen work emails that needed his attention since he hadn't gone into the office today, choosing instead to tail Jeon Jungkook to some estate sales around town.

One email caught his eye, an invitation from an auction company for a pre-sale viewing of some dead movie executive’s estate.

He scrolled through the pictures embedded in the email, eyes landing on a vintage Rolex that would look more than perfect wrapped around the wrist of his sweet Little Red. It wasn't a gaudy diamond-encrusted piece, but a simple-faced watch on a leather band.

Kim Seokjin wanted to see Jeon Jungkook wearing it and nothing else. The vision sent a rush of blood straight to Seokjin's dick and he groaned, pressing the heel of his hand into his groin.

He would have to file that fantasy away for another day. Time was running out, and Seokjin had things to do before Jungkook's arrival.

Seokjin clicked the television and sound system off and headed to the guest room on the other side of his condo. He pushed the door open and surveyed its contents, wanting to make sure everything was perfect.

He had been collecting things for Jungkook, things that would make him feel more at home. It wasn't as complete as Seokjin would have preferred, but it would have to do, considering the circumstances.

Red bedding, check. It was Jeon Jungkook's favorite color. Top-of-the-line turntable in the corner, check. He loved how much Jungkook loved old music.

Bookshelf filled with poetry and fiction, check. This did not make up the entirety of his collection, but would be a good start.

New cell phone on the nightstand, check.

Kim Seokjin thought better of that one, and slid it into his pocket for a later time.

He didn't want to overwhelm his Little Red on the first night. Seokjin walked over to the closet and slid the door open, grazing his fingers through the t-shirts which hung inside. His fingers lingered on one in particular, one that actually belonged to Jeon Jungkook.

Well, they all belonged to Jungkook now, but this one did before, too. It was Jungkook's favorite, always the first one he wore after laundry day, sometimes worn twice.

Seokjin imagined it was the one Jungkook had been looking for earlier on the security feed, and he smiled, thinking how happy Jungkook would be to find it wasn't lost after all.

Seokjin closed the closet and left the room, closing the door behind him with a firm click. He went into his kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine, then allowed his eyes one last inspection of his home to ensure he hadn't left out anything too incriminating.

His eyes landed on the two green volumes of Les Misérables he’d picked up earlier in the day.

Seokjin had been mere feet from his Little Red, and snaked out a hand to snatch the books while Jungkook had been distracted on the phone with… Kim Taehyung.

Kim Seokjin curled his lip in a snarl at the mere thought of that boxy-smiled, dark mint green-haired imposition. He set his wine down on the table and picked up the books, tucking them into a drawer on one of his side tables.

They would make a lovely gift, but not quite yet. With the books out of sight, everything seemed to be in its proper place.

Kim Seokjin cracked open his front door slightly before returning to the couch and his wine. Then he waited.