summary;
"You know," Jimin had said. "You don't have a face for boxing."
"It's not boxing," Jungkook tried to explain, for the third time. Jimin didn't care. (He'd get it, eventually.)
"I would hate to see you get all busted up in a fight," Jimin said, his voice saccharine.
"That's...thank you?" Jungkook said, unsure of how to answer that, but flattered all the same.
"I would patch you up," Jimin said, lowering his face, but looking up at Jungkook through his lashes. His lips were pouting, parted just a little, the slant of his cheekbones giving his face just slightly more definition in shadow, and Jungkook felt something shift in his chest.
"Is that a promise?" he asked, and Jimin paused for a fraction of a second, smiling the next. Jungkook caught it, heart thrumming, before Jimin lifted his glass to his mouth.
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story by: bambambams
story from: ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11816997
