Origin

Chapter 2

Prologue continued...

He shrugs, sipping the last of his drink, the burn in his throat less noticeable from all the melted ice.

"Probably."

Jimin blinks slowly. "Not sure you'll ever make it big in Michigan, Mr. Popstar."

"Who said anything about making it big?"

He smiles. "I told you. You were good up there on that stage."

"If I'm remembering correctly, you used the term 'adequate."

"You're drunk, don't trust your memory."

Jungkook laughs. " I'm definitely drunk." He traces his finger along the rim of his glass, eyeing Jimin's tattoos littered across his skin.

"Don't think I'll ever try to actually sing, though. This was just for fun, something my friend asked me to do. Hey." He presses his thumb into the tiny skateboard tattoo drawn on the inside of his forearm. "Do you skate?"

Jimin snorts. "Attention span is not your strong suit, I see."

"It really isn't." He drags his thumb up and down Jimin's arm. "Can you do a 360 wheelie flip kick?"

"None of that means anything..."

"So you do skate. Able to call me out on my bullshit."

He rolls his eyes. "I mostly just liked the way the tattoo looked. I mean, I can skate. Sort of. I learned when I was much younger, but I haven't in a long time." He takes another sip of his drink. "It's not my sole means of transportation, or anything."

"You mean you don't skate home?"

"Are you asking me if I skate from Michigan to Ohio?"

"I don't know what I'm asking."

Jimin laughs. "No more alcohol for you."

Jungkook pouts. "I just really like the idea of you being a skater."

"And why is that."

"Boys who skate are better at grinding." The second the words are out of his mouth, he instantly regrets them, face heating up, mortified. "Oh my God. Pretend I didn't just say that."

Jimin nearly chokes he laughs so hard. "You should be so embarrassed," he wheezes out. "Jesus Christ, that was awful."

"I know, shut up," Jungkook whines, closing his eyes. "I told you, I'm drunk . Someone kept serving me alcohol."

"He sounds like a fun time, actually. You lucked out tonight."

He pushes his hair out of his eyes. "I definitely lucked out tonight."

Jimin takes a long sip from his drink, looking up at Jungkook from under his lashes, and Jungkook's stomach starts squirming. He hasn't been nervous flirting with someone since high school, probably, but right now, his palms are sweaty and he can't seem to get his breathing under control.

"So, like, when you do become big and famous," Jimin teases, touching the hem of Jungkook's shirt, "you gonna write a song about me?"

Jungkook swallows, leaning into Jimin's hands. "I probably would," he mumbles, half playing along, half completely serious.

Jimin bites at his bottom lip.

"Coming on a little strong, I think. I wouldn't write a song about you."

He huffs out a laugh, stepping in even closer. "Guess I'm just nicer."

"Guess so." His cheeks are pink, his smile is soft, and Jungkook just.