The Monogamy Monologues

Part 3

Jimin has already opened his door, handing keys to the valet with the sunniest of grins. Reaching over the backseat, Jungkook grabs his duffel bag and winces. The garment bag seems as though a meteor has crushed it. He can only hope the croquettes in his duffel have held up better.

As he leaves the car, Jungkook glances at Jimin. Although he puts on a brave face, Jungkook knows his best friend. Jimin was there for him during his darkest times; he physically flew to Miami once to ask him what the hell he was doing. The least Jungkook can do is be there for him now.

Jimin is tricky though, since in many ways, he harbors the same tendencies as Jungkook. A romantic at heart, he would rather seek endless distractions than confront the pain. It is why Jungkook knows Jimin has been recently working long hours. Better to keep himself busy than think about the reality.

"Jeon!"

Jungkook whirls at the sound of his name.

Namjoon beams, rushing towards them across the white, marbled lobby. "I – oof, sorry," he apologizes to the bellhop, nearly getting stuck in the revolving doors. Once suitably untangled, he hurries straight towards them. "PARK! JEON! YOU MADE IT!"

Jimin laughs, holding open both arms. "Joon!" He grins as he hugs Namjoon tight. "When did you get here?"

"Yesterday," Namjoon says, pulling away. "Remind me never to take the red eye again."

"Never take the red eye again," Jungkook says, automatic.

Namjoon loudly sighs. "Preferably, the next time I'm thinking about taking the red eye. I missed you both," he grins, tossing an arm around each of their necks.

Jungkook winces, since Namjoon is the only member who can manhandle him anymore. As soon as Namjoon release him, Jungkook dramatically rubs the back of his neck.

Waving them on, Namjoon leads them towards the lobby. "Everyone else is already here," he informs as they enter. "Thanks, Stewart!" This last part is directed at the bellhop.

"Already on a first name basis with the staff, Joon?" Jimin asks.

"Wedding planner gave us a list yesterday." Namjoon shakes his head. "She's ridiculously organized – and that's coming from me."

"Oh?" Glancing around the lobby, Jungkook adjusts his bag. "That's good."

"No."

Jungkook pauses, alarmed when Namjoon steps forward. "Huh?"

"No," Namjoon repeats, poking his chest. "You are not allowed to sleep with our wedding planner, Jungkook."

When Jungkook's jaw drops, Jimin laughs. "I wasn't going to!" he insists.

"I know, I'm just warning you." Slowly, Namjoon slides a finger across his throat. "______ will literally kill you if you do. No funny business, you hear?"

"Alright, grandpa." Jungkook shakes his head. "Damn, this is cold. I haven't even seen her yet! How do you know I'd want to sleep with her?"

"Oh, you'd want to," Jimin butts in. "I've met her. She's cute."

"Jimin!" Namjoon glares. "Not helping."

"Oh, right." Jimin mimes zipping his lips. "She's, uh – fine. She has two eyeballs and hair."

"That's most humans, Park."

"Exactly."

"Anyways." Yawning, Jungkook stretches both arms overhead. His shirt rides up in the process, exposing a flat strip of abs – Namjoon rolls his eyes when someone exhales, 'fuck,' at the bar. "You don't have to worry about me banging your wedding planner, Joon. I promise to be good."