Chasing You..

Ch-5 Dinner

Jungkook's pov

I glanced in the mirror, messing with my hair for another couple of minutes, trying to make myself look the best that I could before heading over to Yoongi Hyung's. I really needed to give it my best effort tonight. Finally satisfied, I sighed and looked myself over; jeans and a plain, white T-shirt. I didn't want to go there dressed to the nines and make it too obvious that I was desperate for his attention.

"Get your game on, Jk," I mumbled, as I slipped on my sneakers and headed to my best friend's apartment to crash their dinner party. Well, 'crash' wasn't exactly right because I'd called this morning and managed to talk Chim into inviting me over; whining that I hadn't eaten properly for ages and how I'd had a hard week. As always, he fell for it. In reality, he probably knew the reason I was angling for an invite.

On the way there, I stopped at the gas station, buying a bunch of flowers for Chim and a bottle of wine. By the time I pulled up at their apartment, I felt a little sick with nerves. İf it didn't work tonight, I'd decided to admit defeat. İf he loved his guy that much then I had no right to split them up for one night of passion with Taehyung.

After letting myself up to their apartment using the front door key card they'd given me, I knocked on their door. While waiting for an answer, I quickly straightened my shirt and ran my tongue over my teeth, making sure I didn't have anything stuck in there. Yoongi answered the door, laughing at something; he waved me in and walked back into the kitchen, where Jimin and Taehyung were giggling hysterically.

"What did I miss?" I asked, looking between the three of them.

Taehyung smiled and nodded towards Jimin. "Just these two flirting; it's burning my ears so I'm glad you're here, maybe they'll stop now."

"I'll stop," Jimin chuckled.

Yoongi stepped to Jimin's side. "I didn't agree to that, Mrs Min," he murmured playfully, as he draped his arm around Jimin's waist. Jimin grinned and gripped the front of his shirt and pulled Yoongi closer to him, looking at him with that look; it wasn't love; it was something else, almost like Yoongi was the centre of his world. It was embarrassing, and way too much for me to be seeing when I had no one to look at me like that.

I cleared my throat dramatically, and Jimin sighed, pulling away from his husband. He tore his eyes away from him and looked at me.

"Kook, I could un-invite you, you know," he scolded playfully.

"Well then I'll give these flowers to Taehyung if you do." I shrugged and put them on the counter, along with the bottle of wine I'd brought.

Jimin picked them up, smiling gratefully. "Thanks, Kookie, these are beautiful." He hugged me and headed over to get a vase to put them in.

My gaze flicked to Taehyung who was looking at me with an air of surprise. "What? You didn't think I was a nice guy?" I guessed.

An apologetic smile crept onto his lips. "No, I just... I don't know." He shrugged and turned back to help Jimin put the flowers in the vase.

Yoongi looked at me knowingly as he stepped to my side. "I know why you're here, so I'm just gonna say this; please, don't hurt him. İf this is just about sex, then be straight with him about it, don't lead him on." His expression was stern and protective.

I nodded innocently. "Chill, bud, he's not interested anyway. He already told me he has a man, so I've got no chance."

He frowned and cocked his head to the side. "He told you that?"

"Yeah, some dude called Han." I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about the lucky bastard that got to go to bed with him every night. Yoongi must know him because he was the one who asked about him the previous night at the bar.