Star Crossed Haters: A Jikook Fanfiction

Chapter 4: Enemies to Friends

⚠️A/N: Anything that takes place in this chapter or future chapters, are in no way, related to real life people and/or events.⚠️

Jungkook's Point of View..

"So..Why were you twenty minutes late to detention?" Jimin asks me as we walk to our cars together.

"..I was on the phone with my Mom." I say.

"Is everything ok?" He asks, concerned.

I don't say anything as I look around for anyone who might be listening.

"Um.. can we talk about this somewhere else?" I ask, nervously.

"Oh! Yeah sure. How about we go get something to eat?"

"Ok, where are we eating?"

"How about 'Hart and Seoul BBQ'?" Jimin suggests.

"Ok, I'll meet you there!" I say.

But, just as I'm about to head to my car, Jimin gets in his car to start the engine, but it doesn't start.

I hear Jimin yell, "Damn it!"

So, I walk over to his car to tap on the car window so that he will roll it down. "Do you need a ride?" I ask.

"Yes, that would be great." He says as he gets out and follows me to my car.

I open the passenger side door for him to get in.

Once we get to the restaurant, the host stands behind the counter.

"How many people will be eating with you, today?" The host asks.

"Just the two of us." Jimin responds.

"Would you like a booth or a table?"

"A booth, please." I say.

"Please follow me, guys." The host replies.

As we get seated, Jimin asks me, "So, do you want to tell me about why you were twenty minutes to detention and why your eyes were red and puffy?"

"Well, I was crying in the bathroom because I just found out that my Mom has cancer.." I say, with tears welling up in my eyes.

When Jimin hears this, he gets up from the table and comes to sit right next to me.
He wraps me up in a hug, which I gladly accept.

"Shh.. it'll be ok.." Jimin consoles me as he pats my head. I clutch at his shirt, soaking it with tears.

I look up at him with tear filled eyes. "Thank you for being here for me.." I say, sniffling.

"You're welcome."

It's at this moment that we realize that Jimin's arms are still wrapped around me and I'm clutching onto his shirt. I nervously sit up as Jimin is really interested in the color of the tablecloth.

Then, our waiter comes to our table.

"Hey, guys, my name is Hoseok-" Hoseok starts to say, without looking up from his server's notepad, but once he looks up, he gasps. "Jungkook? Jimin? What are you guys doing here?"