DIRTY SECRET || Kookjin

9

Jin's pov:

Taehyung left us as he had some work to catch up. Now, that leaves with me and Yoongi alone, sitting awkwardly, facing each other.

I was trying my best not look at him but everywhere. Though he is trying his best to ease the ambiance by cracking up some dad jokes and failing miserably. As I was trying hard to stifle my laughter. He looks cute doing that.

I finally decide to cut down the prevailing awkward atmosphere and end our misery.

" Umm...Yoongi, once again thank you for that day. I don't know what would have happened to me if you weren't there to help me. But, I have a request to make... Please, don't tell this to Taehyung. He is friends with Jimin and I don't want Jimin to worry about me."

He sits there with a blank expression, making me hard to read his face.

" Well, okay, I won't tell him, but on one condition." He smirks, as I can see his usual mischievous demeanor retrieving.

"What condition?". He continuous to speak as I raise my brows in confusion

"You haven't thanked me properly, Jin."

" Haven't thanked you properly?! Then tell me, how do you want me to thank you? " I ask with bafflement as I couldn't interpret what he was hinting.

" Seriously, pretty boy?!" He frowns. "You promised me to give your number and you forgot!" he whines as he sips his black coffee in the now less crowded canteen.

As soon as I hear what he wants, I roll my eyes. This man is hell-bent on getting my number. Why my life is filled with stubborn ass people!

" Firstly, don't call me pretty boy and secondly, you could have just asked Taehyung. He has my number." I try to reason out by stressing the last sentence.

" well, he has but I want you to give it to me." He says shrugging his shoulders.

I roll my eyes. But still, since I owe him one, I might as well give my number.

" Fine, just give your mobile to me," I ask for his mobile to feed my number.

He cracks a gummy smile and gladly hands his handset to me.

I feed my number and hands it back. He is still smiling widely while looking at his mobile screen.

" what ?" I ask him confusedly.

" Nothing, I finally have your number now." He beams

" Yeah, don't send me anything weird or else I'll block you"

" How sad! I thought of sharing lots of entertaining stuff with you though" He winks as he smirks.

" Don't you dare!" I shriek, already regretting giving away my number.

" you'll see, pretty boy". He abruptly gets up and swiftly starts walking away.

" Hey, I told you not to call me that. Come back here, Min Yoongi!" I run, trying to catch up with this pace.

Third person's pov:

Now, the less crowded place is filled with high pitched waves of laughter and loud cheerful noises, as Jin chases Yoongi and him trying to escape from the taller boy. But unbeknownst to them, a pair of dark gloomy eyes follow their movements with hands clenched into fists.

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Well, get ready.👀