CRUSH | JiKook

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Okay, stop it, Jimin!

He should stop hoping that by miracle the maknae would be able to make it.

It was not like he spent his time on deciding his tonight's wardrobe.

NO!

But still...

He was still in his car, (A/N: Yes, all of them in this fic already owned driver licenses to drive their own car) waiting for the others to text him up of their current location.

It was always such a ritual for them to always update their location whenever they were meeting elsewhere.

Plus, he was also such an impatience person, kept on texting in the group for the others' current updated location.

He did not like it if he was one step behind the others.

And certainly he did not like it when one hid something from him and knowing from other person other than the person himself.

Oh, unknown to him, how he would end up with that kind of situation a few years later...

He came out of his reverie when he got a text from Hoseok, telling him that he was already in the lobby, queuing up with the others and urged Jimin to come straight away.

Yes, he already bought a new phone and damn, did he miss so many news and information the whole month.

Not only that, he also got private texts from the golden maknae himself. Ugh.

The golden maknae had a nickname for him, and his heart skipped a beat at the new nickname.

Jiminie-hyung.

Damn that golden maknae!

Jimin put away the bunny-smile boy to the back of his mind and straight away ran towards the lobby and gasped internally at the sight of too many people in the lobby, queueing up to enter the hall.

His eyes kept wandering, only to catch sight of his black-haired friend (Haruman), because who else would not miss that sunshine smile from a distance?

He jogged a little towards Hoseok and hugged him.

"Hey, where are the others?"

"They went to washroom."

His eyes now wandered, trying to find a certain person who had been constantly running in his mind.

"Is he..."

Hoseok arched an eyebrow in confusion, not getting the whole question.

Jimin scoffed and rolling his eyes at his blank expression.

"Whoever is here already?"

Hoseok's eyebrows then rose as a realization hit him.

"If you're talking about Jungkook, sadly he's not here."

Jimin replied a disappointed oh before flashed a grin when he spot the others, coming back from the washroom.

Seems like miracles do not exist in real life.

Might as well enjoy the night, Jimin...