it's just kissing | m.j ✓

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT.

Jimin ends up seeing Wonho again only two days later. The man is dressed in a light grey button down shirt that is rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black jeans that aren't doing much to hide his muscular thighs. Jimin looks down at his own body and frowns, wondering if he should seriously start working out or something.

"Hey, Jimin."

Jimin almost pulls his neck when he snaps his head up to the sound Wonho's voice ringing from right in front of him. He sucks in his breath, still not accustomed to the man's devastatingly handsome face and sultry eyes. To make things worse, the man was gifted with a voice that was equally as alluring as his face. It was velvety. Not quite husky enough to be overly masculine and just delicate and airy enough to be soothing.

Oh wait, the man just said hey. Oh god, he should say something.

"Oh, hi, hello!" Jimin blurts out and then hates himself immediately. Much to his distress, Wonho actually leans forward, putting his face only a few good inches away from Jimin's, and Jimin almost trips over his own feet.

"Careful," Wonho lets out with a small laugh when he catches Jimin by the arms with his strong hands. Jimin knows for a fact that he must be blushing now, judging from the heat rising in his cheeks, yet he's not sure if it's because of the realization that Wonho smells as good as he looks and sounds or because he's managed to embarrass himself even further.

"Tha-thank you," Jimin manages to squeak out, and the other man slowly lets go of his hold.

"Jungkook must have a tough time keeping people's hands off of you," Wonho says with a playful smile, and Jimin blinks quickly, trying to process those words.

"...Me!? Oh, no, not at all. Me? No way," Jimin rambles on rather nervously and forces himself to shut up already when Wonho pulls back to stand up straight.

"And so modest. I think Jin can learn a thing or two from you," he says with a crooked grin, and Jimin, despite his initial nervousness, sort of eases into the conversation. So Taehyung had been right about the man being nowhere near as intimidating as he looks. The man's behavior was significantly more accommodating that the aura he carried with himself.

"So are you single? I can't imagine that you'd be left alone for too long," Wonho continues, and Jimin can't tell if the man's joking or not. He must be joking right? Jimin opens his mouth to say that he does have a boyfriend but is cut off by the sound of Namjoon's voice.

"Wonho."

Namjoon's approaching the two of them, looking slightly more worn out than he usually is.

"Jin's looking for you. I think he's challenging you to a duel" Namjoon informs Wonho, and Wonho glances past Namjoon's shoulders to find Seokjin staring at the bottles of alcohol behind the bar.

"That guy never learns, does he. Wish me luck," Wonho murmurs playfully, basically pressing his lips against Namjoon's ear. He then taps the bar owner's cheeks with both hands before walking off towards the bartender, and Jimin is left slightly flabbergasted. He's never imagined that anyone would get away with doing that to Namjoon. In fact, even Seokjin rarely touched Namjoon, and Jimin knows how close the two are.

"You two must be really close," Jimin blurts out before he can really stop himself, and he's not even sure why he's even vocalizing the observation. Of course they must be close. They have known each other for far longer than he's known Namjoon, and suddenly he's feeling a bit left out even though he has no right to be. "Will he be working here?" he tags on quickly in hopes of distracting the other man from the initial outburst, because Namjoon is watching him with a small frown etched onto his features.