THE MOON HAVE EYES || JIKOOK ✅

14.

THIRD'S POV

Jungkook slowly opened the
VIP room door, his guts a writhing bundle of nerves.

In the back of his mind, a
small voice insisted he was wrong about the stripper
he had to be that the idea
of him and Jimin being the
same was just too surreal.

He had to have misread the
signs and evidence some
where along the line.

As he quietly closed the door behind him, he seriously considered he may be
wrong and couldn't decide
if that was good or bad.

If the stripper was Jimin
then that meant Jimin was, indeed, gay and very into
him but it would also mean
Jimin definitely wasn't ready
to be out and would therefore continue to ignore or even
be mean to Jungkook
outside the club.

If the stripper wasn't Jimin
then nothing with the quarterback had changed.

He wasn't gay.

He had no interest in
Jungkook.

His indifference wasn't an
act to hide his true feelings.

Rationally, He knew he should hope for the second option.

But his heart stubbornly
clung to the first, despite all
the drama and hurt that
came with it.

He stood at the door, hands behind him, grasping the
knob, as he stared at the stripper's back.

The young man scrolled
on his phone.

He wore the same costume
as before, along with the
red leather mask.

Had the mask simply been
for effect or to hide his
identity?

If it was Jimin standing
before him now, then he
knew the answer.

Jungkook didn't speak.

Couldn't speak.

His throat had closed so
tightly he could hardly
breathe, much less squeeze
out a syllable.

His gaze roamed helplessly
down the stripper's back and came to rest on his ass,
barely contained in the tight, shimmering red shorts.

These were new.

Last time, he'd worn skin-
tight red leather pants that
laced up the back of his legs.

A tremor rippled through
Him as the memory of that
night flooded over him, submerging him in erotic sensations.

Had it really been Jimin's
mouth on him, sucking him
with such desire and enthusiasm?

Jimin's body beneath
Jungkook's touch?

He remembered too vividly
how the man's ass had felt
in his hands as he rode
Jungkook's lap.

And his kisses and caresses
and whispers.

It isn't Jimin, He thought
with a sudden lump in his
tight throat.

His eyes stung.

Jimin would never want me
that much even if he was gay.

It's just a random stripper
who took a liking to you... nothing more.

The stripper stopped scrolling and went still, abruptly
aware of his presence.

He didn't turn around.

Jungkook was glad and he took the moment to blink back
the tears blurring his vision.