The Story of Us | Jikook/Kookmin

29 | Now or Never

Jimin POV.

Early morning we get the show on the road to Daejon. It's a particularly cold morning but the oversized hoodie I'm swimming in helps, absorbing the whole of my body on the passenger seat long-revamped into a cradle of a sort where I can curl up and catch some more sleep until we make a stop for breakfast. 

Jungkook excused himself earlier than me last night, knowing that he'll have to be fresh and vigorous to do all the driving while I stayed up playing games on my phone, considerably impish for taking advantage of my lack of duties on the road. 

Unable to calculate how long it has been since I've been slumbering, I irk to the sound of a car door smashing, realizing that Jungkook is not in his seat. I shift around sleepily, my muscles toughened from the folded position I've been in. Are we making a stop already?

Yawn.

Everything sounds extra sensitive early morning, I realize when I step outside. The opening of the car door, the sound of my shoes stepping on marbled concrete, the sound of the coffee machine in the little convenience store, and the smell of the baked sweet buns coming from the stack of warm food trays in the corner. It feels like my senses heightened all at once, and that everything I hear sounds straight out of a movie sound tape set.

I go around absent-mindedly for a while, and realize belatedly that Jungkook must be in the bathroom. I take a seat on the nearest bench in front of the restrooms, play with the sleeves of my hoodie that absorb my fingers and swing my feet off the seat back and forth while waiting for him to come out. I can't help but smile when I hear the restroom door open and Jungkook finally appears behind an age-y man. 

- You woke up. -He stands in front me with a grin as I look up at him lazily. -Come on, you sleepyhead, let's get something to eat. 

I shrug playfully and sink my hands further inside my sleeves, which he perfectly perceives as me wanting extra attention because the sun is barely rising and Park Jimin is physically dependent on someone else to take care of his needs. Like a baby, so to say. 

It's a successful attempt though, because we are sitting side by side at the umbrella benches set up for customers to grab a bite; me cuddled up at his side, him contently feeding me coffee and hwangnam-ppang (a wheat flour dough with sweet bean aroma special to the Gyeongju area, a city we are near to) while eating his own. The weather's not as cold as when we first got to the road, momentarily perfect can be even said, in synch with the fresh morning breeze, the sweet smell coming from the foods and the view of the sun rising through the distant trees shielding the field running along the road. 

- Wider. -Jungkook tugs my lips with the hwangnam-ppang, causing me to giggle and part them wider like he orders me to. -You like the taste?

I nod with my lips pursed, trying to get the bit of pastry stuck at the corner of my lip. He gets distracted with my action, eyes falling down to my lips for a split second, but when I successfully get the piece inside my mouth he looks away and swallows down a noticeably larger gulp of coffee. 

That was... ahem. A-anyway.

- Another. -I say a little more seriously, nervousness sticking at my tone when he unsurely pauses for a while and then proceeds unto doing as said. Our gazes brush a little more intentionally this time, in synch with the tension that arose in the provocative moment we had as my lips part and another bite travels inside my mouth.

- Good? -His voice is softer than usual, blinks slower in frequency. Here come the butterflies...

- Y-yeah. -I chew on the bite, cursing inside because my cheeks already started heating up. I can't keep on staring longer with all of his attention on me, so I travel my gaze down and cuddle closer to his arm. Isn't it ironic that I'm seeking him when he is the reason I'm all flustered?