crush → j.jk ⨯ p.jm

Crush

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Jungkook walked through the dark, empty corridors, ears and eyes wide-alert. Keening for any type of movement so he can use it as an excuse to bolt out of the eerie hallway of his high school.

Jungkook had managed to be convinced, again, by his best friend Mingyu, who thought it was a great idea to play 'dare or be damned'. The 'be damned' part was his other idiot-of-a-friend's idea, Hoseok. But in the end, it was Jackson who dared him to do what he was doing right now...

Which was slipping a confession note into Park Jimin's—also known as his crush— locker.

As childish and impulsive it was, it did not change that fact that Jungkook had never been more scared of being caught in his entire life. And he had done some crazy shit so that was saying something.

All of a sudden Jungkook heard a slam, sounding like desks crashing into each other. Jungkook turned to run but stopped when he heard a familiar voice cursing a string of profanities. Curious, Jungkook moved towards the disturbance and peeked through the rectangular glass window which was on the top half of the classroom door. Just as Jungkook had thought, it had been Jimin's voice that was throwing out all sorts of vulgar speech. He looked again and took in more of the scene that lay before him. Jimin looked to have fallen backwards onto his ass, hands behind his back to brace himself and his knees tucked defensively to his chest as if he was avoiding something. Jungkook leant forward to see if anyone else was in the room with him—

The door swung open causing to Jungkook come flying into the classroom, arms swinging everywhere in an attempt to balance himself. Which, ultimately failed, as he came crashing down towards the floor, nose first but quickly turned so that he landed on his shoulder with a loud thump. Jimin stared just at him wide-eyed, thoughts running a thousand miles per second.

All Jimin wanted to do was to find some indication that Jungkook liked boys, so that he could gather the courage to confess to liking him, what he found was definitely proof enough that he liked boys but...

Well first of all Jimin was not at all prepared for that and also why did he have something like that at school? (It just so happened to be Hoseok's favourite male erotic magazine. Which the older had planted there earlier today to get a reaction out of Jungkook—who comically, missed it. Although Park Jimin, did not.)

Jimin had held it up to the moonlight to see what it was when he realised he fell into the desks behind him. Dropping it at the same time and curling up trying to get away from it as if it was cursed. Just as Jimin was about to gather his courage to pick it up again, put it back where he had found it, place all the desks back, and erase all trace of him being there, the boy himself, Jeon Jungkook, came flying into the room.

Jungkook's heart was pounding loud in his ears as he audibly swallowed nothing, (because his throat had gone as dry as a Saharan desert.) He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a strangled whimper and quickly clamped his mouth shut deciding that shutting up was the best path to go down at that current moment. Jimin was in no better state than the younger. His eyes glued to the floor as mouth opened and shut repeatedly with his loss for words. To the younger he looked like a fish breathing, Jungkook giggled at that thought. Jimin's eyes shot up from where they had been boring holes into the ground to look at his crush.

As soon as he met Jimin's eyes Jungkook immediately stopped giggling and the only thing competing with the silence was the sound of their uneven breathing and the broken clock ticking in the furthest corner of the room. After what seemed like ages, Jimin finally spoke up.

"Jungkook..." he breathed out, voice almost quieter than a whisper. Jungkook would've missed it but he couldn't pull his eyes away from Jimin, so he didn't. "Jimin," Jungkook stated. He said it in his normal conversational voice, yet to him, it seemed like he was screaming.