Crystal Bond [Jikook]

| Chapter - 16 |

As per their recent talk, Jimin was taking Jungkook to the ocean. Jimin had his doubts about Jungkook still, the way those eyes gleamed with blue light in them. But still for the first time Jimin, felt that he could trust Jungkook after their very first kiss, everything changed. The sun was barely rising when Park Jimin stepped onto the runway. A faint breeze tousled his dark hair as his private jet awaited in sleek perfection, its silver sheen reflecting the soft morning light. He glanced over at Jeon Jungkook, standing by his side, eyes wide with quiet wonder.

Jungkook had always been an enigma to him. Ever since their chance encounter a few weeks ago, something about Jungkook had drawn him in—a kind of magnetic pull that Jimin couldn't quite explain. His large doe eyes, those smooth, unblemished features, and the way he seemed to be slightly out of sync with the world around him... It was as though Jungkook carried a mysterious fantasy secret.

But Jimin dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. He had no time for mysteries. Not today.

"Ready to go?" Jimin asked, turning his gaze towards the strange man, who was staring at the ocean beyond the runway with an intensity that made Jimin pause.

Jungkook blinked, snapping out of whatever trance had held him. "Yeah. Ready."

"You're going to love this," Jimin said, trying to lighten the mood. "We're headed to the Atlantic. It's breathtaking."

Jungkook offered a small, almost wistful smile. "I'm sure it is, I know that."

They boarded the jet in silence, the hum of engines beneath their feet the only sound between them. Jimin couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Jungkook had barely said a word all morning, and while that wasn't entirely unusual, today, his silence felt... heavier. Like there was something he wanted to say but couldn't.

The private cabin of the jet was spacious and luxurious, with leather seats and panoramic windows that offered a stunning view of the sky and sea below. Jimin motioned for Jungkook to sit across from him, settling into the plush seat opposite.

As the plane lifted off, Jimin leaned back and studied Jungkook, who was staring out the window, his eyes filled with a longing Jimin didn't quite understand.

"Something on your mind?" Jimin asked, his tone casual but laced with curiosity.

Jungkook tore his gaze from the horizon and glanced at Jimin, his expression unreadable. "It's nothing," he said, though the words felt hollow.

Jimin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Come on, you can tell me. You've been acting strange all day."

Jungkook hesitated, his fingers curling around the armrest of his seat as if grounding himself. "Do you ever feel like you're connected to something... bigger? Like a force pulling you toward something you're not even aware of?"

Jimin's brow furrowed at the sudden intensity in Jungkook's voice. "I... I guess. I mean, I've had moments where I've felt a sense of purpose, sure. But what are you talking about?"

Jungkook exhaled, turning back to the window. "The ocean. It calls to me."

Jimin blinked, taken aback by the response. "The ocean?"

Jungkook's voice was soft, almost reverent as he spoke. "There's a connection, something, but lately, it's been stronger. Like it's... pulling me back."

Jimin frowned, unsure how to respond. He'd always known Jungkook to be somewhat mysterious, but this? This was something else entirely. He tried to brush off the strange unease that was starting to settle in his chest.

"You're a beach guy, huh?" Jimin attempted a joke, trying to lighten the tension.

But Jungkook didn't laugh. He didn't even smile. Instead, his gaze was locked on the horizon, and for a moment, Jimin swore he saw something flash in those dark eyes—something deep, something otherworldly.