Dear Lawyer | Jikook ff

43 - Aging Fine Wine

"Usually, the only people who would manage another's liquor sopresumptuously would be either a parent or a partner; pray tell, which are youtrying to lay claim to, hm?"

Jungkook froze.

He seemed not to expect that Jimin would toss out such a question. Unguarded surprise flickered past his face, but only rested for a split second before vanishing.

This was actually a joke easily returned, and with Jungkook's temper, he could shove it back at him just by moving his mouth. Before teasing him, Jimin had even imagined what he would say.

But Jungkook didn't say a word...

His gaze on Jimin was as calm and quiet as before, and aside from quietness, there was perhaps a sliver of something else. But only a tiny speck of it leaked out before he averted his gaze.

The breeze in the cherry orchard flitted through the drooping vines. This area, enclosed by small trees, was peaceful and private, interwoven with the faint rustle of leaves and branches brushing against the white porcelain table surface.

And Jungkook never spoke.

The sudden hush-like a cat's paw with its claw tips sheathed, leaving only soft downy fur-gently grazed his heart.

A slight breeze lifted one edge of the fine tablecloth, skimming over Jimin's wrist, scratching it in synchrony. His fingers resting on the edge of the table moved, and the fringe of the tablecloth that was lifted by the wind fell back down.

Jungkook's gaze hung down, looking at the dessert wine in his hand for a moment before lifting it and swirling it twice.

Actually, Jimin didn't especially like this wine. The creamy and violet tones were a tad too heavy for him. It was a little cloying, though it did accompany the food served here well. But for some reason, when he smelled the dulcet hints of the wine from where Jungkook sat across this uneven tabletop, surprisingly, he thought that it should be rather tasty.

-Bzzt.

The smart device on his finger suddenly buzzed, ringing in this timely and untimely fashion.

Jimin paused for a beat before projecting the hologram, his hand already making to put on his earpiece.

It was Fitz who called.

"Hello?" As soon as he picked up, the other end immediately began shrieking.

"AHHH!"

This voice was so invigorating that it sobered the mind, causing whatever dessert wine, creamy tones to disappear like smoke in thin air. Even Jungkook, seated across from him, could hear it, his eyes flying up to look towards him.

"..."

Jimin met his gaze, replying with a little helplessness, "Miss Fitz, you don't have to shout over the line."

Fitz spoke again, "Oh holy mother-"

Jimin, "I can't quite claim this honour."

This easily reminded Jimin of his earlier joke, so he raised his eyes and swept Jungkook a look, only to see that Jungkook's face was devoid of any expression whatsoever, merely downing the dessert wine that had aerated the sweet fragrance.

Not leaving behind a single drop.

With that, he even calmly and gentlemanly tipped the empty glass to him.

Jimin, "..."

Fitz, blocked twice in succession by his words, was a little bewildered. "Why is your tongue so sharp today?"