Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

The Red Thread of Fate Part II

Jungkook had just stepped off the runway and into the backstage area.  It was complete chaos as usual.  The madness, the hustle and bustle helping his ADHD riddled mind focus in ways a quiet job would never be able to.  He hadn't even had a chance for one of the dozens of stylists to rip off his clothing before a familiar figure positioned themselves in front of him.

"Hi, Jungkook.  You...you looked great out there.  You've really filled out over the years," the voice said as Jungkook took in the bulky frame of a man before him.

"Na-Namjoon!  Hi!  You're here?  Of course you're here, what am I saying?  It's Paris Fashion Week and you're a famous top model so of course you're here.  And I-"

"Jungkook, you're rambling again," Namjoon chuckled.  "I just came to watch your show.  You're a pretty impressive headliner.  Especially now that you're..." Namjoon eyed his exposed chest and abs beneath his jean Calvin Klein jacket.  "...more trained."

He held his breath and waited for Namjoon to continue.  Jungkook could tell that his long time crush was definitely checking him out and he had no idea what was going on, but he internally squealed at this twist of fate.

"So...I was just wondering...are you free tonight?  I'd love to take you to dinner and see what's next for the top CK model," Namjoon questioned with a smug face.  He'd known about Jungkook's crush on him for a long time, but until recently he'd never seen him as anything more than a friend.  That is...until Jungkook suddenly became buff and famous and super rich.

For a brief moment, Jimin's face flashed through Jungkook's mind.  His mouth formed the word before his brain had caught up.  "No."

Namjoon startled and took a step back, tilting his head in confusion.  "No?"

Jungkook himself now seemed startled as he repeated in a very confused tone, "No.  Thank you, but no."

Even though he could hardly believe he'd just turned down the man he'd been pining after for three years, something in Jungkook's chest unraveled and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

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"What the fuck?"

Taehyung and Jimin had been making their way to Jungkook after his show to congratulate him on a stellar performance when they'd spotted Namjoon walking up to him.  Taehyung hastily explained the three year crush Jungkook had had on the Bottega model, effectively sinking Jimin's heart into his stomach.

It was too early to have a crush on the man, but somehow he'd managed to and now Jimin watched in growing disappointment as Namjoon very obviously checked Jungkook out and asked him on a date...

...Until Jungkook said no, seeming to shock even himself as he declined Namjoon's offer.  Taehyung looked as though he'd been slapped with a fish from the confused expression on his face, but Jimin could only feel himself breathing in a deep breath, filled with hope.

"I can't believe he said no to Namjoon asking him on a date!  Never thought I'd see that," Taehyung whisper-shouted to Jimin as they waited for Namjoon to walk away, dejection and frustration clear on his handsome face.

"Oh, hey guys!  Did you catch my show?" Jungkook asked from beside them.  His eyes were focused almost entirely on Jimin, barely sparing a glance to his best friend.

"We did, yes.  You did a great job.  You're a true performer," Jimin choked out, blushing from the intense attention Jungkook was giving him.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed as they danced between the two of them.  When Jimin excused himself to the bathroom, Taehyung turned on him, face livid.