Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

1. Introducing The Cocky Bastard

May, 2005 - Berkshire, United Kingdom.

Each gush of wind that slapped against his face, containing in it sprinkles of dust and pollen, made him let out a swear word of new kind everytime. The twigs that cracked beneath his steps had him whipping his body from left to right in apprehension of an animal onslaught from any direction. The hands he held afront his chest in a karate-chop manner trembled helplessly.

Jimin was pissed. Way beyond pissed.

The pantyhose had started to hurt around his thighs and the damned Steve Madden kitten heels (borrowed from Sophia) incarcerating his chubby feet rendered them soar but he'd rather have his feet numb than dying by a venomous thorn piercing the bare foot.

He took out his precious hot pink RAZR V3 flip-phone, signal still present indicating the city is somewhere near but he did not want to risk moving ahead into an abyss of cloned paths of woods and be lost more than he already was. Sighing heavily he looked around for a way out whilst putting back the phone in his make-shift bra.

He put two fingers on each temple and squeezed his eyes shut, fiercely jutting out his red lipstick clad plump lips in a pout.
"Come on Jiminie.. think think think. You were the genius of your school, mama called you a prodigy, find a way in your impeccable brain. Just Do. Not. Ask. For. The. Asshole's. Help."

He continued his self motivating meditation for a minute or two before opening his eyes whilst rubbing his temples that he had pressed way too hard.

Sighing thereafter, he once again took out his phone and dialled the number with caller ID 'ASSHOLE' and put it on his ear while still looking for any signs of a way out, huffing reiteratedly because literally every centimeter of this forest looked the same.

Ofcourse the phone went unanswered, like he expected. Rolling his eyes, he hung up and dialled the number with caller ID 'Angel' which was answered after a few rings too long.

A screach like disturbance on the other side made him recheck his screen before a sound heavy breathing was heard followed by a loud grunt "H-hey Jim! I'm... I'm a l-little busy. Can I -"

"Give asshole the phone."

Ruffling noises amongst a meek little voice of 'it's for you' came followed by the deep voice that Jimin hates but also needs very desperately that moment. "Mr. Kim, So I was kinda-" he started.

"L-left uh... Fuck careful with the teeth, baby ... City is to y-your left, Jimin... B-baby slow down, seriously.."

"Um.. OK thanks Mr.-" the phone was already disconnected. "Horny fucker." he huffed and made his way to the left muttering a string of profanities.

*******
London city, London.

"And I had to give him the wrong number. So Dany was-" Sophia continued her daily dose of gossip as she stood leaning against the table in her boss's office right when the door slammed open.

She dropped the reciever, startled and tried to cover it up by scrubbing it with tissue she had in hand, looking at the doorway for the painfully handsome embodiment of a short circuit to walk in.

And he does. One hand in the pocket of his back and grey checkered trousers, other on his waist below the retracted hem of his black blazer. A polyester wash victorian pewter shirt tucked into the trousers ever so tidily to flaunt a significant taper from the broad chest to the narrow waist.

Tantalizing is what he was. Face sculptured with cuts and sharpness like it was chiseled with a machete, finished with an enticing peculiar prominence on the lower border of his jaw whenever he grinded his teeth, which he luckily tends to do a lot. Neck long and slender like a swan, eyes sharp and temptress like a peacock. He could easily be mistaken for a top-class supermodel.