CIGARETTES AND TULIPS // jikook

13 - not a good person

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the night was draped in velvet darkness as jimin sat quietly in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the blur of city lights that passed by his window. his heart pounded in his chest, a steady, restless rhythm. 

it had been so long since he'd been on a date, and this one... this one was with someone who made his stomach twist in ways he couldn't even begin to describe. his hands trembled slightly, fingers curling into his thighs, trying to suppress the anxious spiral of thoughts spinning out of control. 

he didn't want to mess this up. he really, really liked jungkook. 

jimin stole a glance at him, taking in his profile. god, he was handsome. the soft glow from the streetlights illuminated jungkook's dark doe eyes, his lip piercing catching the light as it glinted against his soft, full lips. his dark, fluffy hair framed his face, the loose, oversized clothes he wore making him look effortlessly cool. jimin could smell him, his scent lingered in the car, warm and musky, making jimin sink back further into the seat, exhaling a long, shaky breath.

 he had to calm down. 

he couldn't let himself get obsessed with jungkook like this. 

but for the past few days, jungkook had been the only thing on his mind. and now, sitting so close to him, he could almost feel the warmth radiating from his body.

his body.

jimin never would've thought he would want to be near someone's body like that. it felt wrong. it felt dangerous.

when the car finally stopped, jungkook came around and opened the door for him. he stepped out, shyly following jungkook into the restaurant, the soft hum of chatter and the warm glow of candlelight immediately enveloping them.

 jimin's eyes widened in awe as they walked further in: the restaurant was beautiful, the table they were led to even more so. delicate napkins folded precisely, fresh tulips arranged in a simple, elegant bouquet at the center, and the soft scent of candles filling the air. 

tulips. jimin's breath hitched.

"jungkook..." he whispered, his voice barely audible, searching for jungkook's gaze. his chest tightened, tears welling up unexpectedly. 

"why would you do that? i-i..."

jungkook looked at him and then at the tulips with pure concern. "you don't like them?"

"no, no," jimin quickly reassured, his hand reaching out before he could stop himself, fingers brushing jungkook's arm gently. they both froze for a moment, eyes widening in shared surprise at the contact. 

he had touched someone.

he had touched someone other than taehyung and it was jungkook.

good god, he had touched jungkook.

what the-

jimin pulled back quickly, his cheeks flushing. "they're breathtaking. why would you do that? it means the world to me, i-i..."

a soft smile spread across jungkook's face. "you're worth it. i was worried the bouquet wasn't big enough, but it was the only size that fit the table, so..."

"you're crazy," jimin muttered, his lips twitching into a small smile despite himself. "most likely," jungkook chuckled, motioning for jimin to sit.

jimin felt his cheeks burn as he sat down, flustered and overwhelmed by the sheer tenderness of the moment.