Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

I'm Not Short!

"Do you want me to get that for you?"

Not this cocky guy again.  I glanced back over my shoulder to see the exact man I expected to see.  Jeon Jungkook, a smirk plastered all over his stupid, handsome face.  He'd started working at the bookstore I worked at just three weeks ago and already he had rubbed me the wrong way.  His constant jabs at my height was getting more than a little old.

"No," I huffed out, "I am perfectly capable of doing my job without help from you."

He chuckled behind me, sounding as though he'd gotten closer when I'd turned back to the shelves.  He tapped my shoulder.  "Would you like help from this then?"

I turned to face him, my breath catching a bit at how close he'd gotten.  A nervous shiver shot through me until that shiver turned to boiling rage at what was in his hand.  A small step ladder.

"I'm not short!  Stop!  Just stop!  I don't need your constant teasing and jokes about how short I am!  I'm 5'10"!  That's not short!  You're just freakishly tall!  And you're only like three inches taller!  It's not like you're some giant!"

Jungkook moved even closer to me, forcing my back against the bookshelf.  He leaned down and whispered, "Three inches is a lot depending on where we're talking."

He winked at me and walked away, making a show of leaving the step ladder for me as he went.  Meanwhile, I stood in the same place for a minute or so to catch my breath and regain my composure.  I hated to admit that he had this affect on me.  Every time we'd interact, he'd leave all smug and satisfied while I'd be left behind a blushing mess and frustrated beyond my limit.

"Jimin!" My boss's voice startled me, making me jump and whip toward him in surprise.  "I'm leaving early tonight.  I have a date (A/N: it's with me uwu).  You and Jungkook will have to close up alone."

I nodded.  "Yes, Mr. Kim."

The man chuckled and shook his head.  "How many times do I have to tell you that I prefer you call me Namjoon, Jimin?"

"That's disrespectful, sir.  You're older than me and my boss.  Please, I really prefer Mr. Kim," I insisted.

Namjoon nodded, smiling fondly.  "Alright then.  Goodnight, Jimin.  Try not to fight with Jungkook too much while I'm gone."

"I can't promise the impossible, sir," I joked.

He laughed again and left me alone.  I walked toward the front of the store to find a scowling Jungkook with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What's your problem?"

He scrunched up his handsome features into a snarl and imitated me in a overly high pitched voice, "That's disrespectful.  You're my boss.  You're older.  I prefer Mr. Kim."  He moved closer to me, dropping his arms.  "Suck up."

"You're just jealous it's not you I'm sucking up," I brazenly snapped back without thinking about what I was saying.

Jungkook stopped in his tracks, surprise painted on his face as he was genuinely taken aback.  I blushed, eyes widening at the unintended implication of my words.

His tone turned sultry as he stepped impossibly close to me, looking down at my wide, panicked eyes.  "Maybe I am.  What would you do about it, shorty?"

The panic turned to anger within a second and I shoved his chest.  "I'm. Not. Short!"

Jungkook's eyebrow quirked as if he'd detected a challenge he really wanted to win.  "And what if I said I like that you're shorter than me?  What if I said I didn't want you to be so 'respectful' to Mr. Kim because I get jealous when you sound flirty with him?  What if I said I think it's fun to tease you because you always blush and I've never seen anything more beautiful than your flustered blush?"