Jackson watched Jimin as he pulled his hair back into a small ponytail, as his hair was long enough to allow it. The undercut he had made the look work, and well.
Jimin peeked at the man from the mirror.
"It keeps my hair out of my face." He kept his voice soft.
Jackson nodded, but still let his eyes wander across Jimin, in admiration, and other things.
'This is what Jin is into, hm?' He thought, and nibbles on his lower lip.
"Don't think about it." Jimin spoke. Jackson looked shocked, and the shorter spoke again.
"It's all over your face. Jin grew up around violence, and our entire relationship is based off of violence. Our first time meeting, I threw a drink at him and punched him. Granted, it was an accident, but me and him have been nothing but violent in one way or another to each other."
"I see..."
"Jin isn't one to play with someone's feelings. If he didn't trust you or love you, he would never have told you about me, or even about what we had done together."
Jackson smiled, and wrapped an arm around Jimin. "You're cute. I like you."
Jimin hugged back, always loving hugs. He also felt the need to kiss Jackson, on the cheek or wherever, but he deemed it inappropriate, so he didn't.
"I like you too."
"What was your relationship like when you were in high school? I was told you just recently graduated."
"Once he grabbed me by the neck and slammed my against a brick wall and I almost got a concussion. That was a fun day. Now, I gotta go meet Jin. He tends to get mad when I'm not on time."
Jackson looked bewildered at that. How could someone like that?
Jimin laughed at the expression. "If you hear screaming, don't worry."
