In My Heart - Pt 2 JJK. KTH

He Was Here

The club doors burst open again, bass thumping behind them. The ravenette stepped out stiffly, shoulders tense, eyes dark.

“Oh my God, look who it is! Mr. ‘I flew across continents for love.’” Leaning against a car like they owned the place, the couple teased the ravenette who just returned in minutes.

“Hyung, what happened? Did Doofus cry? Did he run into your arms in slow motion? Did violins start playing?”Taetae clasped his hands under his chin. He was expecting an answer but got none.

“Wait… why do you look like someone stole your dessert?”Jimin squinted at Jungkook.

“You didn’t even go inside properly, did you? Don’t tell me you panicked and hid in the bathroom!” Taetae giggles but went silent when he saw the stiffed ravenette who was looking somewhere else.

“Baby, I bet he practiced his surprise line ten times on the plane. ‘Taehyung-ah~ guess who’s here~’” Jimin deepened his voice in a terrible imitation.

“He probably checked his reflection in the airplane window like, ‘Is my jawline sharp enough for a reunion scene?’”Taetae only giggles as the male kept teasing him.

"Also, don't forget that he asked if his sneeze sounds manly. Because when he sneezes in front of doofus he has to look cool and sexy." Taetae's laugh died down when the ravenette simply walked past them. Not even a single word or those murdering glares.

Jimin circled him like a detective. “Wait… why are you leaving though? You were literally glowing earlier. You looked like a Disney prince on a mission.”

Still no response.

Jimin waved a hand in front of Jungkook’s face. “Hello? Earth to dramatic lover boy?”

Jimin squinted. “Don’t tell me Taehyung got distracted by Paris and forgot about you.”

Taetae gasped dramatically. “Plot twist! Husband replaced by baguette.”

Jimin snapped his fingers. “Or maybe he’s inside dancing and this moron got jealous.”

That word lingered.

Jealous... Jungkook’s steps faltered for a fraction of a second.

Jimin noticed. “Ohhhhhh. So it is jealousy?” He leaned closer, grinning. “Who is it? Tall? Handsome? French accent? ‘Bonjour, Taehyung’—” Before he could finish, Jungkook shoved past him.
Not playful. Not light.

Normally, Jungkook would argue back.

"Shut up."

"I'm not jealous."

Something like that.

Instead, He walked past them. Hard.
His shoulder knocked into Jimin.

“Ow! Yah!” Jimin yelped. “I moisturized for this!”

Taetae blinked. “Did… did he just body-check you?”

Jimin stared after Jungkook. “Excuse me? We’re teasing you with premium content and you don’t even react?”

"Hyung!" Taetae called out louder, trying to lighten the mood.“What happened? Did doofus fainted from happiness so you came out to give him space?”

Silence... Jungkook kept walking.

Jimin jogged a few steps to catch up with him. “Hey, seriously. You were literally dragging us here earlier. You said you couldn’t wait to see him.”

Nothing. Not even eye contact.

“Hyung … did something go wrong?” Taetae's playful tone softened just a little after noticing the difference in his act. Jimin might not know about the ravenette but Taetae? He knows him from inside out. Something tells him that something went wrong in there and he already could feel the anxiety.