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It's five o'clock already, Jungkook is waiting in front of the usual mirror in his living room, hoping Jimin will show up. Suddenly everything starts moving behind the surface. He catches a glimpse of Jimin, but it's all confusing and blurry as he sees all the boy's surroundings shaking
>>Jimin?? What are you doing exactly?<<
The other keeps shut, dragging the huge mirror up the stairs with major effort, and then inside his bedroom, locking the door, and pushing a bit more to the side, he lets the object rest against the wall, sitting cross legged in front of it, his face doesn't seem to be pleased at fucking all.
>>What did you want? Why did you leave that note, I told you I don't wanna talk to an imaginary friend. I don't need it, I'm normal<<
He demands, given that Jungkook gave him the appointment. The fourteen years old blinks twice now that the image has cleared and everything has stopped moving, focusing on Jimin's surroundings because they're new to him, he only ever saw the corridor of the elder's house, which means he saw nothing basically
>>Is this-..is this your bedroom?<<
He demands surprised. Jimin blushes a little, he even tidied it before bringing the mirror upstairs, even though he kept repeating to himself that would be useless considering he was about to bring in a completely non-existing person, and that he was cleaning the room for someone who, being born from his imagination, would not appreciate that
>>Y-yes, so what?? It's not like I wanted you here, we just needed to talk. Spit it<<
Now, to be fully honest, this is not Jimin at all. This is just Jimin trying to act rude to make Jungkook back off, on a normal basis Jimin is a fluff ball. But he's in a tight situation from which he wants to come out clean, without no one knowing.
>>I've never seen it..how cool<<
Jungkook says in awe, looking around still dumbfounded, evidently not noticing what Jimin is telling him. The elder, irritated, comes closer, occupying almost all the view of the mirror aside from the corners, so now his face is in full display, showing clearly the uneasiness and the slight blushing action going on. Jungkook gulps down, eyes widening
>>So?<<
The sixteen year old demands sternly, frowning as the dark haired male is pulling a little away, sitting further back, feeling as if they're too close to each other. The younger takes a breath, and now calmer, lifts his gaze finally on Jimin, clearing his throat
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DON'T TRUST THE MOON - JiKook/KookMin (English)
FanfictionBoundaries always come with the wrong reflection Stop staring at me as if you want to break the restriction. All rights reserved. An original story by BitchesAndCream