❝fuck expectations.❞ | taekook

❝fourteenth fucking scoop.❞

Afternoon

Jeongguk rests his fist under his chin, sighing, sitting by the front door of his house. He had locked himself out once again, because he stupidly forgot his key, waiting for his mum to return from work.

At that second, a dark car pulls into the driveway of his neighbour's house slowly, stopping at a jolt once the car was in the driveway, the engine turning off as someone gets out.

Jeongguk knew who it was getting out of the vehicle straight away, judging by the honey-coloured hair appearing on the human's head, it was Park Jimin.

But Jeongguk just stares. He couldn't deny that had a slight crush on Jimin, and it wasn't just because of the looks, Jimin had this mysterious, flirty feel to him, which turned Jeongguk on.

Jimin slams the door shut and turns around to see Jeongguk sitting and staring like he was in a movie theatre and Jimin was the movie. He smirks at the teen, walking up toward the fence that split their properties, leaning on it casually.

He was wearing a red, baggy plaid, long sleeve button-up and tight, black skinny jeans, with black converse to top off his fresh look.

"Enjoying the cold?" Jimin smiles, Jeongguk shaking on the front step of his house, since he only had a buttoned-up t-shirt and a thin pair of pants.

Jeongguk felt so stupid, he was locked out of his own house freezing, because he forgot his jacket and his stupid house key.

"Not really," Jeongguk shakes, deciding not to lie about the obvious truth.

"Then why are you out here?" Jimin laughs.

"Well, um." Jeongguk looks around for a answer.

Jimin raises his eyebrow.

"I kinda, forgot my key and I'm locked out until my mum comes home." Jeongguk admits looking down.

"Oh," Jimin smiles, amused by Jeongguk's forgetfulness.

Jeongguk sits there awkwardly while Jimin admires him, smiling.

"How about you come in to my house until your mum gets back?" Jimin suggests, friendly grinning.

Jeongguk sits there thinking about his decision, not knowing if Jimin could be a murderer or a kidnapper that takes teenagers and makes them their slave or kills them and moves houses before anyone could suspect him.

"Its warm?" Jimin persuades.

Jeongguk shoots up from his sitting position, walking out of his front porch and walking to Jimin's house. Jimin smiles as he watches Jeongguk shot up as soon as he heard the word 'warm'.

He welcomes Jeongguk into his house, opening the door for him and closing it behind himself.

Jeongguk looks around the house, it looked cozy and fairly clean.

Jimin slips off his shoes, switching on the heater.

Jeongguk panics, he just got into a stranger's house to easily, and it was way too quiet in Jimin's house "Are you a murderer or anything?" Jeongguk questions loudly, keeping close to the front door incase he had to run.

"Calm down, calm down. I'm not a murderer. You worry too much" Jimin assures, walking into the kitchen.

Jeongguk sighs in relief, but was still a tad bit tense.

"Do you want a coffee or tea or something?" Jimin asks, rummaging around in the kitchen.

"I'm fine." Jeongguk replies, his back glued to the front door of Jimin's house.