Time | Jikook [Discontinued]

Chapter 14

-Jungkook POV-

It's been like this for a few days now. Jimin's been ignoring me, and even when he's with us for lunch, he'll only talk to Taehyung. I tried stopping him this morning at the washroom, but he just pushed me away, not even bothering to acknowledge my existence.

After three days of this, I've had enough. I want to confront him about it, but I know he'll just ignore me. So, I go to my friends for help. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Seokjin all go to the principal's office for a talk on my request. We sit down on the couches around a coffee table and I explain my situation.

"You see, something happened between me and my friend," I start as Hoseok and Seokjin are carefully listening to what I have to say, while Yoongi only groans in annoyance.

"Oh, don't tell me," he says, taking a sip from his coffee. "You guys kissed." My two other friends look at me surprised as I'm impressed by how intuitive Yoongi is.

"Yes, but how did you know right off the bat?" I ask, a bit embarrassed that he'd figured out what had happened so easily.

He makes a gesture with his hands. "Typical, teenage drama." And I laugh at his statement, because he's right. It's not that new. It's actually quite cliché. Two teenage friends one day sharing a kiss on the school rooftop.

"If anything, my only advice is to trap him so that he has no other choice but to have to talk to you," he says. I think for a moment and try to conjure up a sort of plan.

"I mean, he's right," Hoseok says as Seokjin nods.

"Just don't be too forceful that you make him feel uncomfortable," Seokjin says as I nod, and with that, the lunch bell rings and the next period is starting. I quickly head to my next class as I think of what I'm going to do this evening, and I smirk. He won't be able to get out of this one, that's for sure.

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"Studying?! Since when do you like to study?" Taehyung asks as I just laugh. It's the end of the day and we're walking home together from school, like usual.

"Well, I want to ace this upcoming exam, since it is next week after all," I say as I watch Jimin's every move. He's still not bothering to make eye contact with me. "And, why not go studying, better if we do it at Jimin's place." With this, I can see Jimin's eyes widening, Taehyung agreeing on this.

"W-why my place?" Jimin asks, and it's the first time he's spoken to me in a while.

"Because, it's the closest, and you have everything for us ready to use for studying there," Taehyung says as I mentally thank him. I'm glad he agreed that studying at Jimin's place was a good idea. "Besides, Jimin doesn't have any plans today, so it's fine." I smirk as I can imagine Jimin hitting Taehyung at this moment, saying how stupid he is for exposing this fact so that he has no other choice but to say yes.

We arrive at his house in about ten minutes. No one is home, except for Jimin's pet, Mira, who is a beautiful calico cat with pastel green eyes. But, she usually likes to stay outside while there are visitors, so I don't need to worry about her too much. Also, his younger brother, who's a third year in middle school, has cram school until later in the evening. So, he won't be home anytime soon.

We study in the living room for at least thirty minutes before Taehyung says that he has to take a number two in the washroom. The nearest one is on the other side of the house, telling me that there'll be some time before Taehyung comes back. So, I take this as an opportunity to talk with Jimin.

"Hey, Jimin-ssi?" I ask as he continues to write something in his notebook. "What was that kiss about?"

He stops moving his pen, and the room goes silent. "What do you mean, Jungkook-ssi?" he replies in a mocking tone. I furrow my eyebrows as I rest my hand from writing, my body fully turned towards the other now.

I've just about had it with his attitude towards me. He can't just ignore me forever. He can't just wait for his problems to go away.

That's the type of mistake I made when I was younger. I was dealing with a lot of debt, which resulted in depression during my early college years, so I turned to alcohol and smoking. Though, that had to stop when reality kicked in and I was finally put off the soccer team. I chose unhealthy ways to cope with the problems I had and I kept pushing away the fact that I had dept instead of paying it off as soon as I could. And, because of this, I had no other choice but to accept the consequences I got later on. I'd ruined my career as a soccer player.

"I don't know what your problem is, but I've had enough of your bullshit, Jimin," I say as I'm pinning him to the edge of the couch, trapping his small frame from the rest of the world. "Why are you ignoring me? Is it because of that kiss?"

He doesn't answer as his head is turned to the side, not wanting to look at my face. I exhale in frustration as I take his chin in my hand and turn it my way, placing my lips onto his once again. He's surprised by my actions, but doesn't resist, only deepening the kiss. It starts so slow, but soon becomes rushed, as if that one touch wasn't enough, as if we both need more. My hands start to roam all over his body, carefully moving their way to his ass as his fingers are gripping onto my shirt, making it impossible for either of us to escape each other now. Why would I want to do that anyway?

"Jimin-hyung, I'm hom— what the fuck!" I hear someone scream as both Jimin and I quickly separate, faces crimson red with embarrassment. We now sit five feet apart awkwardly.

"H-hey, Jihyun," Jimin smiles nervously as I'm trying to redo my hairstyle so it looks more presentable. "I thought you were in cram school."

"It was cancelled," he says as he looks at the both of us suspiciously. The most he could've seen was my head peeking up from the top of the couch or Jimin's loud but sweet sounding moans. Either or, it's obvious what we were doing with just one glance at our disheveled forms.

"Oh, hey, Jihyun!" I can hear Taehyung holler as he comes to put the younger boy in a headlock, nudging the top of his hair playfully. Our friend then turns to look at us.

"Whoa, what happened to you two?" he asks, but it doesn't take long for him to figure it out as he's now smirking. "Ho, ho, ho, what's this? But hey, I didn't see anything, so I won't say anything either. Don't know about this guy though." He points, winking towards Jihyun as the younger only shrugs.

"I didn't see anything either," he says as he leaves for his room upstairs, Jimin blowing him a raspberry. We didn't speak about our little make out session after that. We just stayed in our spots, studying like normal high school kids. Though, I know Taehyung was trying to catch us doing something dirty since he would always leave for a while, then come back shortly after. Fortunately, he didn't see anything, which I could tell he was disappointed in that fact. He's such a pervert, but what more can I expect from a teenager? Fucking hormones, horny-ass hormones.

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