Jimin, a young naive man who grew up in a simple, unsophisticated village in the mountains became a famous idol's housekeeper. Jungkook is a famous singer and he needed a housekeeper who is discreet and he can trust. His manager was able to find hi...
The guests idols were called to assemble for the final set of filming for the games. As expected, the hosts announced that Jungkook and Taemin would be competing against each other in a series of challenges. The competition included a variety of simplified, shortened combat sports such as modified fencing and chicken fight, culminating in a final relay race.
The first event was modified fencing—a unique twist on the sport and it will only be a quick one. Instead of swords, participants use long sticks designed to score points by touching their opponent at designated marks on their body suit. It was a swift and strategic game.
Clad in his fitted body suit, Taemin adjusted his grip on the stick and glanced over at Jimin, who stood on the sidelines, off-camera. A warm smile spread across Taemin's face, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence as he caught Jimin's eye. Jimin, true to his promise, responded with a subtle fighting gesture and silently mouthed , "Fighting!"
After sending encouragement to Taemin, Jimin waited and anticipated for a brief glimpse from Jungkook so he also could give him an encouraging cheer but he failed to catch Jungkook looking his way even once.
Jungkook, standing opposite Taemin, scowled inwardly after his gaze flickered to the interaction between Taemin and Jimin. He then refused to look at Jimin again.
Jungkook stood in position, attempting to shake off the distractions. The referee host blew the whistle and the match began. The two idols squared off, sticks poised and ready.
Taemin lunged forward, aiming for a mark on Jungkook's shoulder, but Jungkook was caught off guard, still mentally grappling with his swirling thoughts, his concentration wavering.
In a moment of hesitation, Jungkook shifted his weight awkwardly, trying to regain his focus. Taemin seized the opportunity. With a quick maneuver and a swift thrust, he struck Jungkook's side, scoring a high point with finesse.
Jungkook felt a spark of frustration. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog that clouded his mind. This was not how it was supposed to go!
The match continued, but Jungkook's distracted mindset has made him a little awkward. Each time Jungkook attempted to counter, he found himself a step behind, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Taemin scored again and again. Jungkook failed to hit a good mark.
Finally, with a flourish, Taemin landed the last blow, hitting the highest mark on Jungkook's body suit. The host raised Taemin's hand in victory, and the audience cheered in support.
As the applause echoed around him, Jungkook felt a mix of disappointment and annoyance, unlike what he usually feels after losing a friendly competition. It was just a game for fun, get a grip, Jungkook! He thought. He hugged Taemin with a forced smile, disliking the fact that he is being a spoilsport for harboring those kinds of bad feeling towards a good friend and also disappointed at himself for failing to impress 'that unfaithful, little bean!'
As Jungkook walked off the set, he caught a glimpse of Jimin laughing and clapping at Taemin's funny victory dance. He poked his tongue against his cheek. It ignited a resolve within him. He will win and show that cute but disloyal bean who's more awesome!
Determined to win, Jungkook threw himself into the second phase of the challenge: the legendary chicken fight. It was a hilarious spectacle, with them attempting to knock each other off like oversized, flapping chickens. They have to stand on one leg, their hands grabbing their other ankle. Therefore ,while hopping on one leg, each player will try to knock their opponent off balance.
Jungkook was all in—his mind filled with visions of glory, Jimin's proud smile, and maybe a little victory dance he'd do just to impress him.
As the game kicked off, Jungkook found himself locked in a fierce battle, trying to knock down his 'subconsciously presumed' rival. The crowd roared with laughter as he flailed around, channeling every ounce of his competitive spirit. "You shall not defeat me!" he declared dramatically, and at that moment, he felt like a warrior facing a dragon. Or maybe just a really aggressive chicken or a chicken-like bunny.
With a final kick, Jungkook toppled Taemin, sending him flailing to the ground. The host blew the whistle, and soon enough, Jungkook was declared the champion of the chicken fight! Victory was sweet, and he stood tall, puffing out his chest like a proud rooster-bunny.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... the Chicken King!" The host announced humorously. The staff and crew and the idols laughed. Basking in the glory of his win, he turned to find Jimin, ready to see that gleaming smile and enthusiastic applause he had pictured in his mind. But as he scanned the crowd, his victorious grin faltered.
"Where the hell is that little bean?!" he muttered, frustration bubbling up like a pot about to boil over. His eyes darted around, searching for Jimin's familiar face among the crew and spectators. Disheartened plus annoyed as he cannot find him, he once again scowled inwardly.
Meanwhile, Jimin was having a moment of his own. After cheering enthusiastically for Jungkook's win, he felt a sudden and overwhelming urge to pee!
"Oh no, not now!" he thought, his eyes widening as he felt the urge like crashing a tidal wave in his system. Jimin dashed off toward the restroom. He could practically hear Jungkook's victorious announcement fading behind him as he sprinted like his life depended on it, hoping to make it before disaster struck.
Back at the set, Jungkook continued to look around, his victorious smile fading to a pout. "I can't believe he's missing my moment of glory!" he grumbled, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently. Little did he know, Jimin was literally in a race against time, trying to relieve himself and make it back before Jungkook realized he was gone.
As Jungkook stood there, trying to convince himself that he didn't need Jimin's approval to feel good about his win, he couldn't shake the feeling of something amiss. Perhaps the real victory was knowing that his cute housekeeper would cheer for him no matter what! -
A/N - Well, once the chick makes it back from his little adventure in the restroom, of course!
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Cozy Jikook
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