Set On You | Jikook

If you are right, I'll go left

Jimin is taken aback, to say the least, "What?" He asks, completely lost. He looks around, checking if he missed any kind of belongings left at the table and took it from somebody.

There is nothing there. The chair on the opposite side is empty, there is nothing on the cushion or on the table.

"What do you mean?" Jimin looks back at the man, feeling a bit anxious but not willing to just give up on this amazing spot. "It's not signed." He says, letting it sound sassier than he feels.

"I always sit here."

Okay, now this is just childish. It gets Jimin a bit annoying, a spark of anger almost setting him off. He is a calm person, nice and polite but years in school taught him to never just let people push him around. Usually, it's hard for Jimin to dislike people, but this man? Oh, he hates him already.

Jimin can't help but chuckle, getting back into a comfortable position, "Who do you think you are?" He asks slowly. "I sat here first, so it looks like today you will be sitting somewhere else."

Damn, what has gotten into him? Jimin pats himself on the shoulder, congratulating him on how unbothered he sounds, even if inside he is a bit shaky.

"I guess you are new around here," The man says, "But this is my table and I'll have to ask you to move or-"

"Or what?" Jimin asks, putting his leg over the other one, raising his brow. "You will tell on me to your mom?"

He can see the barista coming up, looking at them with certain nervousness in her smile, "Jeon-ssi." She says. "Is everything alright?"

Jimin eyes his order on her tray, suddenly feeling all excited about his cake leave his body. He was having such a nice day but some asshole had to come around and ruin it for him.

The man looks at her then back at Jimin, filling up his lungs with air before his shoulders sag. "It's all good." He murmurs.

With that the waitress puts down Jimin's coffee and cake, giving Jimin a warm smile. When she looks back at the man standing next to the table, it's with a tease in her smile.

Jimin feels like a winner when she goes back to the bar, not saying a word about the obvious fight they are having over a table. In any other situation, on any other day, Jimin would have moved tables or offered the other person to join him. But today there is a different kind of energy in him.

Maybe it comes from the fact that he has been buzzing since morning, excited to see so many amazing actors and see another part of movie-making from behind the scenes. He is an award-winning author, on his way to make an amazing, romantic movie with no other than Jeon Jungkook, and no whiny man will ruin it for him. He deserves a good spot in a cafe.

"Look," Jimin nods at the whole row of free tables. "You can pick a table there. And now," Jimin smiles, moving his coffee cup closer to himself. "Please leave me be, I have better things to do than to argue."

The man huffs, "For such a pretty face, you are a complete dick."

Jimin's head snaps up, a gasp of shock leaving his mouth. Did that man just insult him and compliment him at the same time? Jimin has to grip the table to stop himself from getting up and pulling on that ridiculously well-tailored suit the man is wearing. Although, judging from the other's skinny posture, he might have an upper hand at winning.

But Jimin won't get into his first fight at eight in the morning over a cafe table. He doesn't want to meet Jungkook in a crumbled up suit and messed up hair. But if he will ever see that man again, he just might not be stopping himself a second time.

The cake tastes amazing, and the coffee is just how Jimin likes it. He simply pretends he forgot the man exists, even if he lowkey glances from under his eyelashes when the man gets up, watching his perfectly polished shoes leave the cafe.

He feels like he won this war.

The joy of winning soon gets swept away by stress that washes over him once he realizes it's time to get going. He might be a bit late.

This time the door is open. Jimin almost flies in, stumbling right into a loud crowd of actors, faces he recognizes. He stands there by the door for a few seconds, slowly looking around, recognizing so many faces he saw in movies and dramas. The security lets him in as soon as he shows his pass.

He pushes through the crowd, apologizing over and over again, bowing to those actors who make eye contact with him. The door to the room where auditions will be taking place are closed. Jimin takes a second to breathe in before he pushes them open.

The room is small, plain. There is a long table with three people already sitting, one last chair left at the further end. Jimin immediately recognizes Namjoon who give him a warm smile.

Jimin bows, "Park Jimin," He introduces himself. He knows the chair next to the screenwriters is taken, and he knows who sits there but he doesn't feel brave enough to look at the director after he just came in late.

"This is a lead role audition, not extras." A voice that Jimin already heard today speaks. "Who let you in?"

Jimin's head snaps up, his eyes immediately catching the sharp eyes that glared at him from under a fringe. The black mask is gone but Jimin is sure he just fought Jeon Jungkook over a table at a cafe, and he is now sure that the man so praised for his work ethics is a complete dick.