Friends To Forever|| Jikook||

Chapter 8

Third person's P.O.V:

Jimin stood at the edge of the court, watching Jungkook practice. The sight in front of him was almost too much to handle. Jungkook was drenched in sweat, his t-shirt sticking to his body, outlining every muscle—especially those abs. His eyes drifted to the tattoos peeking through the fabric, tracing along jungkook arms and collarbone. His hair was plastered to his forehead, strands framing his face and making him look even more rugged and intense.

Jimin felt his cheeks warm up as he stared, completely captivated. He could feel his heart racing, but he just couldn't tear his eyes away. The way Jungkook moved, so confident and powerful, was almost hypnotic. Each time Jungkook shot the ball, his muscles flexed, and Jimin found himself biting his lip, trying not to visibly drool.

God, he's so hot. Jimin thought. He was almost embarrassed by his own thought but it was impossible not to stare. There was just something about the way Jungkook looked when he was like this—focused, determined, and utterly sexy—that made his mind go blank. How is he even real? He wondered, feeling a little dazed as he continued to watch.

He felt his breath hitch as Jungkook's teammate pointed in his direction, causing Jungkook to turn, those intense, doe eyes meeting his. Caught, Jimin's heart hammered against his chest, cheeks heating up even more.

He watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook murmured something to his teammates before jogging over, each step confident, strong, like he owned the whole court…and maybe Jimin's attention, too. Jungkook's t-shirt clung to every inch of his toned body, accentuating muscles Jimin probably shouldn't be noticing so intently. But how could he not? Everything about Jungkook is just so hot.

His hands nervously found their way into his sweater pockets, fingers fidgeting as he watched as Jungkook close the distance between them, unable to look away even if he wanted to. His heart was in his throat by the time Jungkook reached him, looking every bit the heart-stopping, ridiculously handsome bad boy that made Jimin weak at the knees.

"Hey Minnie! What brings you here?" Jungkook asked, his voice still a little breathless from practice.Jimin fidgeted, clasping his hands together in front of him. "I, uh… I just came to tell you that I won't be coming home with you today." he said, feeling a little guilty as he saw Jungkook's brow furrow.

Jungkook's lips pulled down into a slight frown. "Why?" he asked, the hint of disappointment unmistakable in his voice.

Jimin took a quick breath, trying to steady himself. "I'm going shopping with Hobi hyung and Tae," he explained, looking down at his shoes, almost like he was afraid of disappointing Jungkook.

For a moment, Jungkook just looked at him, and Jimin could see the slight pout forming on his lips—a look that Jungkook only ever showed to him. The sight made Jimin's heart flutter, and he felt his cheeks warm again. Jungkook crossed his arms, leaning in a bit closer as he mumbled, "You know I don't like going home alone."

Jimin's chest tightened at the soft, almost childlike tone Jungkook had slipped into, his big, dark eyes looking almost…adorable. It was rare to see Jungkook like this, with the hint of vulnerability that no one else ever got to see. A shy smile tugged at Jimin's lips, and he looked down, feeling the guilt creeping in.

"I'm really sorry kookie", he murmured, feeling the need to explain himself, "but tomorrow is Taehyung's birthday, and…he'd be sad if I didn't go."

Jungkook's expression softened a bit, the disappointment still there, but understanding slipping in. He sighed, as if surrendering, but then his gaze turned a little playful, a faint sparkle of mischief flashing in his eyes.  "Alright, but only if you give me a kiss on the cheeks."