Jimin × BTS oneshots

ƇƛƝ'Ƭ ƬƛƘЄ MƳ ЄƳЄƧ ƠƑƑ ƳƠƲ (ƊƠƝ'Ƭ ƬƛƘЄ ƳƠƲƦ ЄƳЄƧ ƠƑƑ MЄ)

can't take my eyes off you (don't take your eyes off me)

Authour: astrochild

Retrieved from: Ao3

Words: 1299

Ship: Jimin× Jungkook

Summary:

he knows, they've been telling him.

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he knows, they've been telling him.

at eight, jungkook's mom tells him he's a big boy as he gets out of the car to face the doctor by himself, about the new black lines imprinted onto his skin, forming a swirl of shapes he's not sure about yet ("oh but they're flowers, baby! and a beautiful combination at that!" he vaguely remembers his mom gasping.)

"don't worry, ma. I've got this." he thumps his chest proudly with a huge grin on his face. she nods too, almost giddily, if the smile on her face is any clue.

the doctor tells him first that he's a lucky boy, and jungkook frowns because he had been told that luck wouldn't get you anywhere, unless you work hard. and the doctor laughs at this, ruffling his hair and apologizing for the "misuse of words", whatever that means. "you're a good kid, jungkookie. and a really fortunate one," the doctor exhales, "you see these flowers?"

jungkook nods, uncertainly.

"they stand for your soulmate. the one person you're born to love all your life, and he--oh he's beautiful," the doctor muses with a wistful smile, and somehow jungkook feels something like white-hot anger sprouting in his stomach at the doctor's words, rising up his throat. jungkook doesn't share what he calls his, ever. and he doesn't know what this feeling is called, but he doesn't like it.

"you see this plant here?" the doctor calls out, bringing him out of his reverie, "it's an orchid. and this here? it's called a larkspur. they're beautiful plants, really. here, feel." and so, jungkook tentatively reaches fingers to press against the tender skin, the silence around him almost cacophonous, almost defeaning. "they mean a delicate beauty, a beautiful soul," he says when jungkook is just shy of touching it and when he does, the world becomes a shade more vibrant, and he feels it. he feels it all, he doesn't understand but he knows--a delicate beauty, a beautiful soul.

at thirteen, jungkook's already at the top of the food chain in school. he humbles himself, though, because his mother has always told him to love others as much as he loves him. it gets a little hard sometimes, because he sits at the royal table in school, with hoseok's dance crew, namjoon's friends, popular jocks and there are girls throwing themselves at him everywhere.

he doesn't like them though. any of them. doesn't like the fake smiles they make when they pucker their lips in his direction. not even the school's princess, he doesn't, although she's the best pick, and taehyung's girlfriend.

at seventeen, he steps foot into the very same high school taehyung had gone to two years ago and feels a comforting warmth emitting from the tattoo on his wrist.

beaming slightly, he hurries into the school and dials namjoon's number, mostly because he'll be with hoseok who will be with taehyung. "'sup hyung!" he drawls, not quite awake yet, "where are y'all—oh, the rooftop, okay. wait but how do I get—"

his voice trails off as he stops short of his words, mouth falling agape as he carefully, cautiously inhales and blinks. he's not dreaming.

jungkook has two gauges, six piercings and a tattoo like everyone else's at the age of seventeen. he wears ripped jeans, plain shirts and doodles over his hands sometimes. but he, he's a sucker for cute things. and the boy in front of him, he's nothing beautiful, with how his eyes crinkle under the artificial lights of the hallway that make jungkook want to shut them off and keep that smile, that visual to himself forever.

"hey jungkook? jungkook—" namjoon rasps, concerned now and the boy swallows, mumbling a quick I'll call you back and yeah when namjoon tells him he'll send the directions over by text.

there's a weird tingling sensation running down his forearm and he can't stop staring but the boy, seemingly unaware, soon walks away, effectively snapping him out of his daze. turning towards the locker labelled 23 with bated breath, he shakes himself awake, slapping himself once, twice on the face. opening the locker, he barely has time to think, acting completely by his reflexes as a whole ton of flowers and chocolates fall out of it.

"oh, oppa's here!" someone shrieks from his right and he gulps, chucking his books into the now empty space and slamming it shut. he's pressed against the surface almost immediately by a crowd of fans that probably came from hoseok's videos, or his school, or the cheerleader team in his previous school. gritting his teeth, he fakes a smile, shoving his way through the crowd and in the direction of the rooftop.

"aw yeah, maknae's here!" hoseok chirrups as jungkook flings the door shut and the rest follow, echoing his words with woops.

"haven't seen you in a while maknae," namjoon notes, ruffling his hair and he grins. "by the way the girls—" he bemuses, scrunching his face.

"love you, love him, love us. yeah," taehyung sighs, frowning a little.

"oh! by the way, there's a new guy in our group, yeah. he's called jimin and he's like a dancer, so yeah. you'll see him in practice in two days but yeah, he's cool," the brunette exclaims, but his voice drops in volume with each word, until he's simply mumbling, "and totally your type."

true enough, jungkook comes to practice two days later and stops short in his tracks as he spots a familiar broom of soft, orange hair and the same warm, doe eyes. confused and a little dazed with infatuation, he draws his eyes over the crew and spots hoseok and taehyung and seokjin and jackson and mark and jaebum and oh—oh. the new guy, he's the new guy, he's park jimin.

the realisation hits him like a pile of bricks. but it's too late to back out now and he figures he doesn't have anything to lose. his wrist burns for a moment and he hisses, shaking it off, and that draws taehyung's attention, who then makes it his mission to welcome jungkook as openly as possible. so he spends the rest of the next ten minutes before practice exchanging fist bumps with his old crew members.

putting down his duffel bag, he unzips it and pulls out a towel, setting it atop of his bag before spinning around and nearly stumbling into someone. said someone, however, giggles a little, hiccuping and jungkook's meets eyes too warm to be good. their wrists are glowing together and the realisation hits jungkook hard.

the world is suddenly a million shades brighter than it was before and if jungkook thought he'd felt love before, he knows it wasn't anything like it.

"h-hey," the boy, jimin, murmurs, blushing a little and jungkook replies as quickly as he can, heart doing somersaults in his belly. "h-hi."

it's too much to take in, and jimin's not helping with how pretty he is, so jungkook subconsciously steps forward and leans in close, too close. "can I—can I kiss you?" he asks, feeling his cheeks heat up and he vaguely thinks it may be too quick but jimin nods anyway. he ducks down and presses his lips flush against the boy's and he tastes everything like the figment of jungkook's dreams.

it's nothing like what the books say, it's not the stars aligning or their worlds colliding but it isjimin and he's everything in the fairytales jungkook has been told and more.

ten years later, he understands now, what it means for jimin to be a delicate beauty and a beautiful soul, as he slips the diamond ring on jimin's ring finger and kisses him breathless afterwards, ignoring the catcalls filling the room.

"I love you."