Fuck You • MiniMoni ➳ Jikook

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Jimin's mind couldn't forget the colleges he had applied to with Jungkook a few weeks ago. Jungkook comforted him, telling him that any college would love to have him and that online colleges were easier to attend than physical universities.

Even as he sat beside his husband at a large dinner table, all he could think about was Jungkook. It didn't help that the man sat in front of him too.

Jungkook's lips, Jungkook's eyes, Jungkook's smile, Jungkook's hands, Jungkook's kisses and touches, Jungkook's smell, and Jungkook's laugh. Jimin felt pathetic. Did Jungkook feel like that about him? Did he constantly think about him? Dream about him? Did he watch his facial expressions and smile softly? Jimin knew he did and he hoped Jungkook felt the same.

Jimin turned his head to Namjoon as he animatedly spoke with the people around them at the table, everyone nodding and agreeing with huge smiles. His eyes slowly shifted to lock eyes with Taehyung who rolled his eyes. Jimin held back his giggle. He then looked at Yoongi—who sat beside Jungkook—as he listened intently to Namjoon. Finally, his eyes landed back on Jungkook.

Jungkook was looking at him.

Jimin smiled and looked down at his hands in his lap, taking a deep breath before looking back up. Jungkook wasn't looking at him this time, instead, he was looking at Yoongi as he spoke. Jimin's smile faltered and his heart ached but he knew they couldn't just stare at each other. Not with all of these people around. Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat and took a breath. His eyes widened and shot to look at Jungkook when he felt a shoe rub against his leg.

Jungkook didn't look at him but he kept rubbing his foot against Jimin's calf. Jimin grinned down at his hands again.

"What're you thinking about over there, Jimin?" A red-haired woman grinned from the seat adjacent to Jimin.

Everyone turned to him, Jungkook's foot dropped, and Jimin's head snapped up.

"Huh?"

"You're grinning," she giggled.

"Oh. You know, just, thinking."

"About?"

Jimin shrugged as his eyes drifted to look up at Namjoon. Everyone, thankfully, connected what Jimin was trying to lie about. Everyone gushed and cooed, except for Jungkook and Taehyung. Taehyung rolled his eyes and fought back a gag, while Jungkook just stared at Jimin blankly.

Jimin took a long swig from his white wine before reaching his leg out, rubbing against Jungkook's.

f.u.

Jimin felt bad and missed his boyfriend so, as usual, he appeared at his penthouse. Jungkook attacked him as soon as the door opened and before Jimin knew it, his clothes were on the ground and he was under Jungkook.

After that, Jungkook and Jimin lay in bed side by side, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin lazily turned his head to look at Jungkook's side profile.

"I'm hungry."

"I can order food."

"I wanted to cook. That's why I came. But before I could even take my shoes off, you were taking my pants off."

Jungkook shrugged as he sat up and stretched. "What were you gonna cook?"

"Breakfast for lunch. I even went shopping. That's what that bag was."

Jungkook leaned over and kissed Jimin, pulling back with a grin. "Get cleaned up and I'll set up the kitchen."

Jimin agreed as he watched Jungkook leave. He cleaned his body and the room before slipping his underwear back on and deciding to put on one of Jungkook's white button-up shirts. It was a little big on him. It covered his butt but stopped just above his midthigh. He tip-toed downstairs to find Jungkook setting up a couple of pans and bowls.