~ Jikook ~

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This is a story I found on ArchiveOfOurOwn and it's by @bonnia.
I love the ending!!
Oh, also...This is basically just tooth-rotting fluff.

“Just talk to him!” Taehyung says in exasperation, shoving Jungkook so that he stumbles forward a few steps.

“And say what exactly?” Jungkook hisses, righting himself, straightening his leather jacket nervously. “I’ve been watching you from afar for the past year and a half, would you go to the spring dance with me?”

Taehyung levels him a stare. “Stick with the second half.” When Jungkook doesn’t move, he sighs, turning back to his locker to shove his books away. “Just do it already, man, what are you so scared of anyway, Jiminnie’s harmless — ”

Jungkook folds his arms over his chest. “Yeah, no. I’m… he thinks I’m creepy. Why would he say yes?”

“He doesn’t think you’re creepy.”

“Last week you told me that I scare the shit out of him,” Jungkook deadpans, leaning against the locker next to Taehyung’s. It belongs to some kid from his calculus class, who always smells like popcorn, for some reason. Even his locker smells like popcorn. Jungkook straightens up at the reminder, in worry that the scent would cling to him too.

Taehyung slams his locker shut, a sheepish square-shaped grin stretching his lips. “Okay, one: you are kind of scary, and two, he said that like a year ago. Maybe he finds you less scary and more… I don’t know, sexy now. Or something. You never know.”

Jungkook mimes gagging, holding out a hand in the universal gesture to fucking stop. “Did you just indirectly call me sexy?”

Taehyung mimics the action, looking a little sick. “I need to go wash my mouth. Your ego does not need anymore stroking.” He slings his bag over his shoulder, getting ready to leave, but only two steps away, he stops and shoots a crooked grin over his shoulder that has Jungkook’s hackles rising. But before he can do the universal motion of shut up and abort the fucking mission, most effectively realized as a slicing motion across the throat, Taehyung booms, “Hey, Jiminnie!” Jungkook seizes him by the arm, but it’s too late. The damage is already done, as Jimin and all his cheerleader friends look over in their general direction with vague amusement and confusion. Jungkook doesn’t dare look closer for that dreaded other emotion — fear.

“Could you come here for a sec? Jungkook has something to ask you!” Jungkook only manages to capture the last ‘you’ behind his palm. Taehyung sputters behind his hand, yanking it off with an eye roll. “Stop being dramatic already. And straighten up, he’s coming.” He slips out of Jungkook’s hold like water through a net and leaves with a parting whisper of, “You’ll thank me later.”

Jungkook gives him the finger. Or, he imagines he did, because Jimin is standing in front of him all of a sudden and Jungkook doesn’t think he can stay standing, let alone move any of his extremities to do the aforementioned action.

“Hi?” Jimin says tentatively.

Are those angels singing, Jungkook thinks. Or just one angel — Jimin. Whose voice sounds really niceup close, and his eyes are even prettier than what he’d seen from afar on the playing field —

“Um. Jungkook…?”

“Uh,” Jungkook says. Holy shit, you’re beautiful, he means.

Jimin fidgets with his sleeves, glancing over his shoulder at his friends who are watching their exchange with soft titters and laughs smothered by manicured hands. He looks up unsurely, trying to scrutinize Jungkook’s face. “Did you… want something?”