''I would never trust you Park Jimin. It's your sister I am marrying, not you'' the man chuckled and raised his glass, almost swallowing all the wine with one sip.
''Out of all the men she had picked, it had to be you?'' Jimin mocked him and licked...
It's not like a person could be given a definition. And if you asked Jimin, Jungkook's perfection couldn't be defined with mere meanings and simple words. Jungkook was a complexity, a maze with many paths, each and every one of them a new experience. He could write pages and pages about the man's appearance. However, he could write books about the inner peace the man brought him. To sum things up, Jungkook gradually became Jimin's panacea.
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[warning! mature content. And sorry, but I am so bad at writing these stuff, cringe alert ahead!]
Jungkook had never felt this way before.
The dominant aura he decided to adopt was long gone the moment he entered the indoor pool. The tingling sensation in his stomach resembled more of a tornado rather than the beautiful butterflies he used to read in books and watch in movies. Unwillingly he licked his lips, the sight in front of him making his legs wobble and his heartbeat faster, with a rapid speed.
Jimin's white blazer was thrown on the floor, his shoes somewhere under his black slacks and white dress shirt. Jungkook was just standing there, his eyes averting from the floor to Jimin's figure inside the pinkish waters.
He had two options, both of them not really what he had in mind. One: run. Evaporate into thin air and never talk to anyone again. Repercussions: the plan was going to fail and he would never see Jimin again. Option two: stay here. Consequences: explain everything to Jimin and end up kissing him in the middle of the pool. Couldn't he just kiss him and then everything end afterwards?
''We don't have all the time in the world Jeon. Don't forget that you promised'' Jimin murmured indifferently. He had his eyes closed yet he could still sense the uncomfortable aura Jungkook was emitting.
Waking up from his trance, Jungkook walked slowly towards the lounger and sat down awkwardly. He coughed ineptly and Jimin opened his eyes, staring directly into Jungkook's ones.
''So you'll be there and I will be here? Isn't this a little inequitable?'' he questioned the younger.
''I-I really don't miiiiiind'' he exaggerated and after throwing his blazer on the chair next to him, he sat more conveniently.
''Another lie...How many lies do you think I can tolerate Jeon?'' Jimin inquired with a cunning expression. Bringing his hands forward and flexing his muscles, the man jumped out of the hot waters and rolled his hand between his wet locks.
Jungkook could feel his insides tingling and quickly crossed his legs to hide his bulge. Jimin's naked form approached him and in a matter of seconds the twenty four year old sat next to him. The drops of water that were covering his tanned chest were slowly falling on Jungkook's black button down-shirt, causing him to bite his bottom lip to the point it turned scarlet.
