Voodoo Marionette *Jikook* [Hiatus]

15: Loving him was Blue and Black

"Dude you should've seen Jimin at his game! HE WAS DEVOURING THE SHIT OUT OF IT!"

Here we go again.

A fierce cringe forces Jungkook's face to the volume of Yoongi's voice, fixating his gaze into a glare.

No, not because of Yoongi's words about Jimin, by this point he's used to his best friend's reaction to Jimin and any bare minimum energy he does.

It's because Yoongi had the urge to say that right in front of Taehyung, who's doing a fishtail braid on Jungkook's long hair as they speak.

After Jungkook had dinner with Jimin, both him and Yoongi wanted to hang out and celebrate his win today. So when he dropped Jimin off home, he went to his apartment to get ready and came over to Yoongi's place.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, they just took a few drinks and talked most of the time with music in the background - something not too crazy.

Now with this conversation, it's not like Taehyung doesn't know about Yoongi's obsession with Jimin, after all, the three are friends, but Yoongi has the tendency to sometimes talk way too much.

Way too fucking much.

"Careful with your words," Taehyung chirps calmly, eyes focused on Jungkook's hair, "He's dating Jungkook now."

"Just for a semester though," Yoongi huffs, sitting on the other chair in the living room, gazing to how Jungkook is sitting on the floor between Taehyung's legs - who's sitting on the couch, letting him do his hair, and he grins at Taehyung, "You used to date Jimin right?"

Taehyung eye twitched, slightly, but he continued calmly, "Junior year of high school, yes."

"How was it? Did you actually like him?"

"Yeah, I did."

"He's the sweetest isn't he?" Yoongi boasts, sighing happily, "He's so dreamy-"

"I chose black."

Yoongi snaps his gaze to him, even Jungkook's ears perked as Taehyung said this.

Black....

Jimin was the shade black.

What was black again-

"Black?" Yoongi questions, confused, "Why did you choose black? The bad boy? Blue is such a keeper! I honestly believe that's the real him."

Taehyung brushes the end of Jungkook's hair, pausing momentarily to stare at the braid with a tight thin line on his lips.

Deep into thought.

And his gaze fogged.

Heavily fogged.

"You believe that, don't you?" He whispers lowly, "Then you haven't seen black, but that's just Jimin right? Knowing how to portray his colors so deeply to the point you believe it's the real him....... Just before he breaks your heart when he leaves, while you're left with the stains where the colors once used to be."

Jungkook's heart is beating so hard now, shifting in discomfort to the conversation with his attention on the ground.

A strong discomfort actually.

It doesn't sit well hearing this after just coming from having dinner with the said Jimin - which was actually a decent time. There was not an awkward moment - especially after their locker room exchange- throughout the entire time they spent together, to which they ended up going to a random McDonalds, ordering five burgers each and just talking about the game - it was a nice time.