JiKook || Jungkook Wouldn't Admit It (One-shot)

Jungkook Wouldn't Admit It

Kind of sequel to Jungkook Doesn't Like Jimin but still can be read alone.

As usual, no edits and proofread has been done because I'm too lazy to do so. Instead of doing plates, assignments and review for exams, here I am, spending my time doing some shits about my love for JiKook. Jimin is just so shippable (it's not even a word, I know) with everyone and I can't help it. So here comes another JiKook trash from a trash bin like me.

Crossposted in AFF account. 2, 718 words ahead. Images aren't mine. Ctto.

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Jimin is pouting obnoxiously under his cup of hot chocolate that Taehyung thinks he'll end up whacking his best friend's mouth in annoyance any second now. He's been dealing with the sulking Jimin for over half an hour past in midnight – when they should be snuggling their bed and pillows, dreaming about rainbows and unicorns by the time but he can't resist Jimin's request to stay with him for a while – and it's getting tiring. He's expecting something from the boy's request; he wants to play with Jimin but the said boy is so emo to even give his antics an attention. And now, he's slowly getting pissed because of it.

"Aren't you tired of pouting, Jiminnie? Because you're an eyesore now," he said, squinting at the guy in front of him who only pouts deeper and Taehyung rolls his eyes so hard he had a short hello with his brain.

"Taetae," Jimin calls, voice small as he shifts on his seat to face the boy on his right, nearly knocking their knees at the very short distance.

Taehyung didn't answer; lips pursed as he looked into Jimin's eyes to find something and waits for the boy to continue. He watched how Jimin's long lashes flutter over his cute eyes, shading the apple of his cheeks every time he blinks.

Jimin can feel Taehyung's eyes on his face, watching him as subtle blush of pink slowly crawls under the skin of his face to his ears and neck. His hold on his cup tightens, thinking of how to start his rant.

He sighed, bringing the cup in his lips and sip before looking up to the boy in front of him who's still patiently waiting for him to talk. He settled the cup on the dining table and placed his cute chubby hands on his lap.

"Jungkook..." he started, earning furrowed brows from Taehyung and sighing again before continuing with, "...I think he hates me." Finishing with voice almost like a whisper and tearing his eyes from Taehyung's confused one to look down at his fidgeting fingers resting on the material of his sweatpants.

They should be sleeping now. All the members – except the two of them – are already in deep slumber after their long day in the practice room. He knows that Taehyung is tired and needs to get some sleep, and Jimin feels guilty from taking his best friend's relaxing time just to listen to his nonsense.

But he can't help it; he needs someone to talk to because it's getting too stressful for him to shoulder it all alone. He needed Taehyung and he knows that the boy is willing to lend him an ear anytime he asks for it. They're best friends after all.

It took a long minute of silence before Taehyung reached for Jimin's hands, squeezing it lightly under his huge ones to get the other's full attention. And it works when Jimin looked up at him with eyes embraced with a little sadness.

It's actually funny for Taehyung to see his best friend getting so worked up with the maknae's attitude towards him; but the members – all of them – we're actually quiet used with Jungkook's cheekiness and the way he treated his hyungs, especially Jimin.

But now, he can't bring himself to laugh his ass out in front of his best friend because he knows Jimin is serious with winning the maknae's attention and it's almost stressing for him too to witness how Jungkook dismisses Jimin's presence so easily without batting an eyelash. And his heart sinks just by seeing Jimin's wide smiles falter just every time.