𝐉𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐟𝐬 || 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤||

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

Jungkook's pov

I hated him. Jimin. That annoying, soft, little shit. Every time he opened his mouth, I wanted to punch him in the face. Every time I saw him, I felt my blood boil. He was too... perfect, too innocent, too goddamn frustrating. And today? Fucking perfect.

The goddamn AC broke down, and now I'm stuck in this tiny ass storage room with him. The heat is unbearable. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, sticking my shirt to my skin. I hate it. But it's worse because he's here.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I snap, glaring at him. I'm not even trying to be polite. Fuck that.

He shoots me a glare back, looking way too calm for someone in the same situation. "I could ask you the same thing, you piece of shit."

I can feel my chest tighten, but I don't show it. "I'm stuck here, just like you," I mutter. "But it doesn't mean I gotta like it."

He sighs, but I don't care. I'm trying to breathe through this fucking heat, but it's so goddamn hot I can barely think straight. The room feels like a goddamn furnace. And yet, somehow, I can't stop looking at him. He's sitting there, all fucking sweaty, looking like he's about to pass out. My stomach tightens, and I don't know why.

"Are you just gonna sit there and look dumb, or do you actually want to do something?" I ask, trying to keep the anger in my voice. It's just the heat. Just the heat fucking with me. That's it.

He looks up at me, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Help you? With what? The hell would I help you for?" he sneers.

I roll my eyes. "This is bullshit. We're stuck here. At least do something useful."

I can feel the tension between us growing thicker, and it's making my skin crawl. It pisses me off. I hate this, but I can't fucking ignore it. I try to focus on something..anything~but all I can think about is how fucking close he is to me.

Then I do the dumbest thing. I take off my shirt, not even thinking. I'm too hot.

I don't even see his reaction at first. But when I look up, he's staring at me. I smirk, because that's what I do when I'm pissed. "What?" I snap, like I'm not aware of how hot it's getting.

He quickly looks away, his face flushed.

I laugh, and I can't help it. "Yeah, I bet you didn't expect that, huh?"

Jimin doesn't say anything at first, but the tension's growing. He's trying to act like he doesn't give a shit, but it's clear he does. His body language says it all. I know that.

I look out the window, but the sun is blinding. "Fuck this heat, man," I mutter. "Who the hell thought it was a good idea to lock us in here?"

Jimin doesn't respond right away, and I fucking hate that he's being so quiet. He's just sitting there, looking at me like he's trying to figure me out.

"You're not perfect either, you know," he finally says, breaking the silence. "You act like you're better than everyone. Like nothing bothers you."

I stare at him. "I don't need to be perfect," I say, my voice rough. "But you? You always act like some fucking saint. You think I don't see it? I see right through you."