Once In A Lifetime || Jikook ✅

13.

JUNGKOOK

"I'm sorry." Jimin was saying.

Jungkook had hoped that
he would see him again once he'd had a chance to calm
down but that was seeming
less likely by the second.

"I need some time to
process..." Jungkook couldn't blame him, of course.

It was only supposed to be
a few days of no-strings fun.

And it had been, at first.

But then, Jungkook had
become attached.

And now, he was afraid
he'd fucked it all up.

He ran a hand through his
hair, fighting back the urge
to interrupt Jimin, to try and
say something that would
take away the shock and confusion that was palpable, even over the phone.

But before he could say anything, the line was dead.

After Jimin had hung up on
him, he stared at the blank screen in disbelief then flung
the phone onto the bed as surprise gave way to anger.

Not that he was angry at
Jimin.

He couldn't blame the other
man for needing time to
sort through his feelings.

No, he was angry at himself,
for not handling the situation with Jimin better.

And for having really shitty timing, upsetting Jimin
right before his asshole ex-boyfriend showed up.

He hadn't wanted to leave
Jimin to deal with his ex
alone but Jimin had made it pretty clear that he didn't
want him to stay.

If only he'd had a chance to explain himself better.

In person.

But Jimin had shut that
down too and now Jungkook
was at a total loss.

He didn't want to think about leaving Seoul without
seeing Jimin again.

Or worse, moving to Seoul
and still never seeing
Jimin again.

His hotel room suddenly
felt too small, too cramped.

He needed some space to
sort out his feelings.

Normally, that would involve going to a club or at least a
bar, like he had when he'd
first arrived in Seoul.

The night he met Jimin.

Jungkook shook his head, stopping that train of thought.

He didn't want to go to a club.

Didn't want to meet anyone
new.

If he wasn't going to be
spending the night with
Jimin, he sure as hell didn't
want to spend it with
someone else.

But he still needed to get
out of the confining room.

Too full of pent-up emotion
to wait for the elevator, he
took the stairs, bounding
down them quickly, eager
to be out in the open air.

Leaving the hotel lobby, he turned left onto the sidewalk, losing himself in the throng
of people.

Seoul was a beautiful city
with a completely different
vibe than what he was
used to in busan.

He'd been uncertain about leaving busan but the more
time he spent in Seoul,
the more he could picture making a life there.

After a few minutes of
walking maybe a half-mile
but he couldn't be sure,
He found himself on a
walking path that led
through the Park.