A Jikook Fanfic;
Jungkook is a new university student studying art and multimedia who is also struggling with his social anxiety when he meets a group of older guys in his school who refuse to leave him alone. A boy with peach colored hair, Jimin, i...
I watch as Jimin takes his seat, and I sit across from him. I don't look at his face while I pull our food out of the bag because I can still feel the heat in my cheeks. He is right though, I blushed when I saw him; he is beautiful naked. I clench my jaw, and I momentarily close my eyes to stop myself from thinking about the way his body looks or his expression when he looked back to tease me.
I lay Jimin's food in front of him, and I can feel him watching me. I can't look at him because the tightness in the front of my jeans is distracting, and his face will only make it worse. I take my food out of the bag, and I set it out before me. Jimin clears his throat, so I glance up at him.
"Jungkook-ah," he takes a drink of his soju before continuing, "can you pass me the chopsticks in the bag?"
I hum in response, and I check the bag: there aren't any chopsticks. I groan inwardly to myself, and I stand up and turn toward the kitchen drawers. There is no way he could have seen, I turned quickly, I reassure myself.
I grab two pairs of chopsticks, and I practically walk backwards toward my chair, hiding my front from Jimin's gaze. I sit and spin to face him, and he is giving me a funny look.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Getting you chopsticks," I tell him smoothly, smiling, and I hold out a pair for him to take.
He raises an eyebrow, and his fingers wrap around the chopsticks slowly, bringing them to him. Like most healthy males, my brain goes straight to the thought of his hands wrapping around something else. I ignore the jolt that goes through my groin because there is nothing I can do about it. Jimin probably wouldn't want someone like me anyways. You don't deserve his affection.
I start to eat my rice, trying to ignore the darker thoughts, and I take a swig of my soju. There is a slight burn as it goes down my throat, and I take another long drink before returning to my dinner. At least my pants are no longer uncomfortable. I sneak a look at Jimin, and his eyes are on me. He smiles.
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it's delicious," I say around a mouthful.
"I'm glad," he responds, and he takes another hearty drink from his bottle. I notice he has finished it, so I stand and grab us a second one from the fridge. I set it in front of him, and I put the other next to mine since my first is almost gone.
"Jimin-ssi, do you know what you want to dance for the exhibit?"
He finishes his bite of beef before saying, "Yeah, I have an idea, but nothing is set because I haven't heard the final version of Tae's song."
"That's right, you're doing it together," I finish the last bit of alcohol from the first bottle, and I open the second, "I didn't know that Tae writes songs."
"He does, but Namjoon is helping as well. I'm excited because the song will have a jazzy feel," he tells me, and he takes a bite of his beef and rice before washing it down with a drink from the bottle.
"That's really great," I say, and I take another swig; I already can feel the fuzziness in my head because I rarely drink.
Jimin is smiling at me, and he nods, "Are you okay, Jungkookie?"
I look over at him, "Kookie?"
His smile widens into a grin, "It's cute, right? I just thought of it."
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