wonderland ✧ jjk + kth

eight

Jungkook found himself entangled in the romance that was Anvy and Jimin, neither of which was ready to ask the other out.  He spent his dinner wedged between Mina and Yoongi, awkwardly passing the salt and pepper, then slipping away from the table when everyone was deeply flirting.  His room was the only place he felt safe, even though Jimin was there too.  At this point, he knew Jimin didn't like him anymore, so that set his heart at ease.  Still, he couldn't verbally admit his lingering affection for Kim Taehyung.

In a way, he convinced himself that it wasn't important.  He did what he did best; drown in homework and lock himself away in the comfort of his room.  Biology, physics, engineering, whatever it took to get his mind off of something unrealistic.  That night after Taehyung had gushed on about Sora, Jungkook couldn't get the mental image of this beautiful girl out of his hand.  He even woke up in the middle of night from a nightmare in which Taehyung had his hands all over her.  It confused him.

Jungkook only saw Taehyung twice in next month: once at his mother's house, and the other while hanging out with Jimin.  They barely exchanged words, Taehyung a bit more interested in Jimin.  A few times, even, Jungkook pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, something he only did subconsciously out of jealousy.  It didn't help that Taehyung had no recognition of Jungkook's peculiar and subtle affection for him; oh, his heart was wrapped around Sora.  However, Jungkook did not if it was romantic or platonic.  He knew that Taehyung was gay, but bisexual was a new subject.

In turn, it was a chaotic love story, feelings thrown like water balloons in the summer.  Jimin and Anvy's interactions were the most interesting.  Jungkook almost felt like laughing when they talked.  Things took a turn for the worse when he was forced to third-wheel because Jimin was taking Anvy out for a fancy and exquisite dinner.  He tossed on a striped polo and khakis, slipping on his pricey loafers, while Jimin dolled himself in a collared shirt and spent twenty-minutes straightening his tie.  Jungkook filmed the whole experience, amused.

"And why is this funny exactly?"  Jimin asked, running the comb through his orange curls for the hundredth time.  "First impressions are everything Jeon Jungkook.  What was yours like with Taehyung?"

"Let's not talk about him," Jungkook quickly replied.  "This is your night, think about what you're going to say to her.  You know you kinda suck at making conversation."

"Which is precisely why you're tagging along," Jimin explained, squirting a dash of cologne over his body.  Smells like the men's department of Macy's, Jungkook thought, wrinkling his nose.  "You can be. . . the uh. . . moderator!"

"Like in a debate?"

"Exactly!  Glad you know what I mean!"  He slapped Jungkook's back, beaming.  Jungkook returned a sheepish smile, giving a halfhearted thumbs up.  The two boys sauntered out of the bathroom, to the living room where Mina's face lit up with delight.

"Oh you guys look absolutely stunning! I wish Yoongi still took me out on dates like this!"  She glared at Yoongi, peacefully immersed in a novel, sipping a glass of wine.  He didn't even hear her.

"Third-wheelin' here Mina," Jungkook reminded her.  "It's not too late for Anvy to cancel, is it?"

"Nari already bailed to go hang out with Taehyung, so she doesn't have any plans," Jimin said, fixing himself up, once again, in the mirror.  "This is my chance!"

"Chance to finally talk to her," Yoongi muttered in the corner.  Jimin shot him a glare, and he chuckled.  "Kidding, kidding.  Go get her, kid."

"Let's go Jeon," Jimin said, chucking a coat at him.  Anvy's place was a five minute walk from their apartment, but in order to carry out the perfect elegant atmosphere, he needed to pick her up in a car.