Stranger | Jikook/Kookmin

5 | Being a Fool

The next morning Jungkook stands in front of Jimin's house with a bouquet-ful of flowers. Well technically it's not Jimin's house, since he lives at the backyard of the neighbor (?), but yeah, Jungkook is standing there even though he can't do a very good job at it. His legs are slightly shaky from the anticipation and his feet may be twirling to the direction he came from occasionally — but no, he is going to do this.

He thinks about directly going at the backyard but wouldn't that be rude? It's the lady's property after all, since she lives in the house. Jungkook wonders why Jimin is living at the trailer parked in another person's yard... although there is only a slim chance he is right about all his assumptions too. 

Whatever, whatever. Back to what matters.

He takes a deep breath and mentally prepares himself to come eye to eye with Jimin, ignoring the sweat accumulating in his palms against the plastic wrapper, and steps towards the fence door. 

He pauses as soon as he reaches out to the knob. 

Is that guy running from the other side of the street Jimin?

He blinks in confusion, making his eyes little to better spot him but Jimin apparently is a fast runner and Jungkook doesn't have to doubt his identity anymore when blond lock of hairs spring against the roof of his huge winter coat at a visible distance.

Jimin slows down and eventually stops before Jungkook, coat pulled all the way up to his lips, squishing his pink cheeks cutely. Jungkook wonders if they are in an animation drama when they lock eyes, caught against a pastel background of twinkling snowflakes and saturated pinks. He feels himself running out of breath as the fogs escaping their mouths blend on air, even though it's Jimin who has been doing the jogging altogether.

"What are you doing here?" Jimin breaks the spell of silence, bursting a buzz of DJ record scratch through the air. Jungkook scolds himself to get it together before holding the flowers forward hastily, watching Jimin's eyes fall down to the pink bouquet hanging before him. 

"For you," Jungkook gulps down cold air, shaking a little when Jimin looks back at him stupefied. Come on, you can do it. "Because of yesterday... Apology flowers."

Even though words could have been used better, Jungkook can't bring himself to regret whatever he said, because he can't think at all. Because Jimin has that edgy look in his eyes from the day before when he trapped Jungkook in his line of sight, nibbled on flowery emotions and held back just enough that it wasn't possible to figure out what he's thinking. He's doing it again and Jungkook wishes he could find a floating door out this chapter to catch his breath a little.

"Flowers? Really?" Jimin pokes on a petal, bursting the droplet of water sitting on it. He sighs and looks up at Jungkook. "Your team must think I'm some kind of a Yes Dear, huh?"

What?!

Jimin huffs arrogantly, taking off his coat's hat and hanging his thumbs on his pockets. He angles his head so that his eyes are digging into Jungkook's ones threateningly, and exactly when he has Jungkook where he wants (hooked and terrified) he takes a step forward. 

"What, you think I'll jump at your request when you buy me some what...", he flicks on the flower package condescendingly, splashing Jungkook's face with little water droplets, "...cheap flowers?" Jungkook opens his mouth to protest but Jimin is causing him to back away by coming further again, giving him no chance to speak. Those weren't cheap... "You think you have the right to flirt with me just because I'm pretty, huh?"

"No!" Jungkook bursts unexpectedly, trying to get himself out of the misunderstanding as quickly as he can because that is definitely not what he wants Jimin to think of him.