𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑬𝑹 | PJM. JJK✔

fragile

"Dinner at your place? With your friends?... Already?"

Jungkook sipped on his tea and looked up with wide eyes. "You... you don't want to? I mean I-I get it, if it's too fast for you I could just ask Jiminie-"

"N-no, no ofcourse not," Jim interrupted, frowning quickly as if the thought alone hurt him. "I'd love to meet them..."

Jim did his little habit of adjusting his blazer that notified Jungkook he felt a bit uneasy.

"I know you probably don't meet a lot of people..." Jungkook started, smoothly telling Jim that his social skills very much sucked. "But my friends are super chill, I just know you guys will get along right away."

Jim nodded slowly, looking like he was a little lost in thought. "And... these friends..." he said, "I guess they know?..."

Jungkook pursed his lips. "Yeah, they know."

Jim suddenly looked Jungkook straight in the eyes, slightly starteling the student. "And what do they think?" He asked sternly, as if he was building up a tough shell to shield himself from the hurtful comments he might hear.

Jungkook started subcontiously biting his nails, which was enough for Jim to draw a conclusion.

"Great, so what? Your friends are gonna judge me? See if I'm not too crazy? See if I won't stab you to death in your sleep or something?

Jim looked away and silenced himself before he got too angry. He balded his fists and exhaled a shuddering breath.

"That's it right?"

Jungkook hated this.

He wished he could've lied to Jim or tell him that the truth was not that painful but it was.

"Well... they would've done it with any new boyfriend I have... it doesn't neccesairily mean-"

"Don't lie," Jim hissed, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small bottle of whiskey.

The man screwed open the bottle with ease and emptied the thing out into his mouth in one go, though he didn't show the slightest reaction to the alchohol.

"You shouldn't..." Jungkook said, pretending like he didn't find the action incredibly hot.

Jim shifted his eyes to Jungkook and the student swore they darkened for a moment.

"Why didn't you ask Jiminie? Why me?"

Jungkook was a slightly taken aback by the question but the answer was simple.

"You're the first filter I met..." he said shyly. "You're the first one I was gushing about like an idiot to my friends...."

Jungkook, rose from his seat and slowly walked towards the intimidating filter, trying to bring out the seductive part that had always been buried deep within him.

"You're the first one that... you know..." Jungkook's fingers trailed along the table as he neared. "You're the first one that kind of stole my heart..."

Jim's lips slowly curled up into a smirk while he stared up at Jungkook as if the man was an angel. "Come here," he said, tapping his lap and leaving no room for Jungkook to refuse.

Jungkook obeyed right away as if his body and mind were being controlled by the filter.

He sat down Jim's lap, one leg on either side of the man, face inches away, and he gulped.

He'd never sat on his partner's lap before... ever...

"I am number one?" Jim asked, his sultry eyes darting across Jungkook's face to see if the man was lying.