G U I D E N C E》[JIKOOK]®

S E V E N

[Narrator POV unless disclosed otherwise]

[I was going to do an double update but wattpad issa bitch sometimes ಥ_ಥ]

[SIXTEEN SHOTS; Jikook- Secretaekook]

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          "Are you cuddling Jimin in your boxers?" Tae asked. He was confused on the situation. He believed Jimin didn't like this guy but anyone would've thought differently in the position.

          Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows then looked down. Seeing his CK underwear in full view. He gasped and his mouth made a 'O' shape. He pushed Jimin off and unto the floor. "Where did my pants go?" He looked around the room with the phone in his hand.

         "Clearly, not covering you like it should, dipshit." Jimin added sassily.

          Jeongguk sneered and rolled his eyes. He found his pants and quickly kicked them on. "Shut up."

          "Can I get my phone back? I'm not finished talking to TaeTae." He held out his small, delicate hand.

          Jeongguk looked at phone with Tae watching the whole thing while sipping tea. "Nice first impression, Gguk." Tae laughed, then burned his tongue before cursing under his breath.

          Jeongguk tossed Jimin's phone to him with a mean and intimidating look. Furrowed brows, his raven black hair falling onto his face - parted, and lips pressed in a thin line.

          Jimin basically shivered under the gaze. He didn't understand the change in demeanor. He was just somewhat nicer and few seconds ago. Now, he's back to his cruel gazes. But, Jimin wasn't taken aback. He's too used to it by now.

          "Chim, were you gonna come home and change and go together or were you gonna stay in those clothes or something?" Tae questioned over video chat. Jimin looked away from Jeongguk evil eyes he has come to see daily.

          "Hmmm," Jimin thought. "I'll change. These clothes feel sticky."

          Tae hummed. "Alright, see you at home, Chim." Jimin bid goodbye and ended the call. Jimin got up to grab his stuff and leave.

          Jimin looked back while slipping on his shoes he tend to take off and saw Jeongguk doing the same. Jeongguk looked up at Jimin. "What?" He asked, mean enough to pierce the air they breathe.

          "Why were you so nice then suddenly so mean? Are you bipolar or something?" Jimin questioned in a matter-of-fact.

          Jeongguk rolled his eyes and looked down back at his yellow Timberlands. "Pft. No, I'm not bipolar. Second, I'll never be nice to you. Namjoon said I had to train you, not care about you." He then shook his head and tissed.

          "Same goes to you, bitch." Jimin rolled his eyes to his skull and left the room. I'll never be nice to you. That's bullshit. He was nicer earlier, his mind couldn't have been playing tricks. But, what does that matter? Jeongguk's right, actually. He's only training me. What should I expect? A friendship? Jimin laughed at the foolish thought. The prideful, Jeon Jeongguk, is too high for a friendship. Jimin shook his head and continued to walk home.