Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

The Red Thread of Fate Part 1

Who the hell is that? Jungkook thought to himself as he watched the newest top model walk the red carpet for Paris fashion week.

His attention had previously been on his biggest crush, the top Bottega model, Kim Namjoon until he showed up.  Jungkook had heard the hype around the new model for Dior and Tiffany & Co., but he'd yet to feel compelled to lay eyes on him.  He had other priorities, like modeling for Calvin Klein and making a fool of himself in front of Namjoon every time they spoke.

"There he is!" His best friend shrieked in his ear as he slapped his shoulder. 

Jungkook peeled his gaze away from the unknown top model and followed Taehyung's fixated stare to the energetic model for Louis Vuitton.  He watched as he danced his way down the red carpet, showing off his expensive outfit.  Behind him in an all green Valentino suit walked a more stoic man with the hint of a smirk on his thin lips.  The Valentino model couldn't stop his grin as the Louis Vuitton model bounced up to him and flicked his chin.

Taehyung swooned beside Jungkook.  "Oh my god.  They're the cutest couple ever and I hate them both.  I also love them both, but oh well.  Emotions are complicated."

Flashing a look to his friend, Jungkook replied.  "Say you're insane without saying you're insane."

Slapping his shoulder again, Taehyung shouted, "Hey!  I'm allowed to have a crush on both of them at once.  Don't judge me!"

This earned the intrigued stares of reporters who suddenly were taking pictures of the Celine model and furiously writing notes in small notepads.

"Way to go, idiot.  Now they're going to write articles speculating about your crushes again," Jungkook huffed, annoyed with his friend. 

"Shit...sorry, Jungkookie.  You think we'll get shipped again?"

Jungkook groaned.  He hadn't thought of that but... "Yes.  Yes, I do.  We always do.  Good going, asshole, now Namjoon will think we're dating and I'll never get my chance.  You're so stupid!"

"Sorry," Taehyung repeated, looking sheepish as they took their turns walking the red carpet.

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"Oh my god!  Jimin!  You made it!" Taehyung ran to the man Jungkook had noticed earlier.  Up close he was even more breathtaking.

No, literally.  For several seconds, Jungkook found that he couldn't breathe as he took in the ethereal beauty of the thin, shorter man.  His perfect jawline.  The plump, pink lips.  The hooded gaze that screamed bedroom eyes.  His cute button nose.  The tiny little fingers and that exposed collarbone.  Jungkook was in shock.

So much so that when Taehyung introduced him, he didn't even hear his own name.

"Jungkook...JUNGKOOK!  What's wrong with you, man?"

When he finally was jolted out of his daydreams, Taehyung and the man were looking at him curiously.  He swore he saw a slight smirk and twinkle in the smaller man's eyes.

"S-sorry.  Hi.  I'm Jungkook," he stammered out, offering a hand to the model.

"I gathered," the man giggled.  Fucking giggled, with small fingers covering his mouth and all.  He accepted Jungkook's hand.  "I'm Jimin."

Jimin.

What a cute name for a cute man, he thought.

Except, apparently...he didn't just think it.

He mentally slapped himself as Taehyung's jaw dropped in surprise and Jimin's smile widened to the point that his eyes turned into little crescents.

"Jimin!" The three of them turned, the awkward tension broken as a man shouted behind them.  "Finally!  There you are!  Oh, Taehyung!  Hello!"