Ao3 Jikook Stories

NOT a stalker by Bakadesu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13497770/chapters/30954772

Summary:

Jimin doesn't think he's paranoid but Taehyung begs to differ.

jiminnie I really don't think that hot-shot jungkook is stalking you but tae I swear, I see him wherever I go!!

Or

the best example of wrong place and wrong time and maybe jungkook is a stalker after all

Jimin is not paranoid, he swear it.

Taehyung may not believe it, namjoon may not believe, hell, the whole world wouldnt believe it but jimin is as sure as he could ever be; jeon jungkook is stalking him.

It started three months ago, jimin was engrossed in a heated fanfiction he was reading on his phone about his favorite pairing when he collided with a sturdy chest and had burning hot coffee spilled all over him.

He was withering in pain not noticing the panicked look the taller man he collided with had on his face.

He felt as if his skin was burning, his soaked shirt sticking to his chest like second skin and amplifying the pain. He tried unbuttoning the shirt but he couldnt control his hands, too much in pain to coordinate his flailing arms.

He neednt even reach for his buttons though, as foreign hands reached for them quickly undressing his upper body. He wouldve felt embarrassment, under normal circumstances, if it werent for the immediate relief he felt as he felt the cold air cooling his skin.

Wait, its summer, the air is hot as hell was jimin first coherent thought as he slowly opened his eyes that he closed in his previous panic.

He looked down only to see a mob of chestnut hair and pink lips blowing air against his sensitive patch of skin.

What the fuck!!

He backed away quickly; almost falling on his ass, his eyes wide and mouth open, but before he could speak a deep but freaked out voice rushed to explain.

Im so sorry, I didnt mean to spill the coffee on you, i–I was distracted and you were just there and the cup was in my hand but th– the cof– I mean sorry

Jimin stared at his abuser– yes abuser, because the coffee was fucking torture– seeing wide doe eyes, hunched figure with broad shoulders and muscular body looking at him in what seemed to be a genuine guilty expression.

it–its okay jimin cleared his throat, Im too soft it was an accident. No worries Jimin tried to give him a reassuring smile.

Im really sorry, I wasnt looking where Im going jimin didnt think it was necessary to tell him that neither was he because his pairing had finally got together and he was reading the hot steamy par– Ill pay for the shirt an– um the boys words were failing him, clearly still panicking and embarrassed from their colliding.

Stop, its okay really, it was an accident, accidents happen although it was a pain in the as– or on the chest, is it a pain in the chest? I sounds weir– so really no big deal jimin added his signature smile, the one Taehyung said resembled a burning sun, which doesnt make sense because the sun is already on fire stupid Taehyung.

oh ok, Im sorry again the brown haired said, visibly more relaxed, he stood awkwardly before extending his hand slowly for a hand shake Im jungkook

Jimin the said boy reaching forward to shake the extended hand, bitterly remarking the hand size difference and the height difference; freaking tall people, handsome tall people.

And thats how jimin met jungkook, the jeon jungkook.

Well he didnt know the boy at that time nor had he him heard of him before that day, that is until Taehyung almost blow his ear of going on about how the fuck can you not know jeon jungkook?!