boys texting each other | jikook

11: bbyboy

Jimin POV

• The weeks had gone by, and I waited at the airport of Busan, holding my little suitcase, feeling childish. But that was okay, because I knew Jungkook wasn't one to judge. He also wasn't one of those douches in my school. The douches that slapped girls asses, took them in, and joked about their periods.

Why can't you just eat your food, instead? Mm?

My fingers rubbed the sleeves on my arms nervously. Even the chair that I touched to sit down on became crooked. Not. Straight.

Yeah, I had to tell him.

Then, the plane landed. A few minutes passed, and a group flooded out of the doors. My eyes scanned frantically over the ocean of people, trying desperately to pick out Jungkook.

Dark hair, dark eyes... I thought.

And then I spotted him. Even gorgeous in person. He walked out, looking around, too, but oddly enough, I had an urge to hide before I went up to him. So, I did. Behind a lame-ass pillar.

Dontseemeplease.

I peaked out, just to see him staring back at me, his eyes smiling, shining, sparkling with happiness. We stared at each other for what seemed like years, until I muttered: "Wow...~"

He chuckled. "I like your voice."

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Jungkook POV

He was supposed to meet at the root beer stand, but I shrugged it off. He was too happy, and I was, too. I wouldn't want to ruin it. I didn't care, anyways.

Then two of us felt the ocean air brush past us as we sat down on the beach Jimin said he always went to. Root beer dangled in our hands, cold and fresh.

I took a sip. "So, where's your house, Hyung?"

He smiled into his drink, and pointed right to us. "Over there. Very close." His brown eyes wandered over to mine. "Wanna go, perhaps?~"

"Yeah, mochi.~"

"Kook Aesthetics.~"

My fingers touched my lips thoughtfully. "Please."

"What?" He chuckled. But he had no idea. What I was about to say was beyond insane.

"Call me...

baby boy.~~"

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• 🐀 *winking intensifies*