Jinkook | Our Journey

2.

My mom beamed at Jungkook, welcoming him, while my dad chatted to his parents, who were dropping him off here, and assured them that he'd be very well taken care of.

Yoongs grabbed Jungkook's bags, and started to walk towards the stairs, leaving Jungkook to continue talking to my mom.

I sat on the stairs, completely and totally frozen with shock and terror.

Out of all the people in New York, Yoongs had to befriend this one?

I didn't move from my place on the stairs, so occupied that I didn't notice Yoongs standing next to me until he snapped his fingers in my face.

"Hello? Earth to Jin? Get the hell off the stairs! Someone's gonna trip over your ass," he said, bringing Jungkook's bags to his room. I barely heard him, because my mom was starting to wonder where I was. I could hear her muttering 'now where's he got to?'

I considered hiding out in my room forever. Or maybe moving to Jimin's.

Jimin. If he hadn't suggested that nightclub, none of this would be happening, and Jungkook and I could have a normal relationship.

How the hell am I supposed to share a bathroom with someone, knowing that they've previously been inside of me?

How?

"Jin! Come say hello to Jungkook."

Oh, we already have.

Two months ago.

We also kind of fucked, but ya know, details, details...

I heard Jungkook look up in the direction that my mom was shouting at the mention of my name, curiosity in those brown eyes of his, but then he shook his head, as if trying to shake whatever thoughts he'd just had away. I thought I heard his mouth the words 'impossible'.

Hell, if I wasn't in this situation, I would've thought it was impossible too.

I didn't move from the stairs. "Jin! Get down here!"

I took a deep breath, and bowed my head
and then I walked slowly down the stairs.

I guess I didn't think it through because I tripped on the last step and fell face first into the carpet.

I moaned.

"Oh no, honey, are you okay?" my mom gasped.

"Peachy," I spat, still on the ground.

Suddenly, a hand was on mine, pulling me up, and then I was face to face with Jungkook.

He blinked as he saw me, an array of emotions flickering across his face as: disbelief, shock, and finally, amusement.

"Nice," he muttered under his breath, stifling a laugh. I pulled my hand out of his as I realised my mom was staring.

"I'm Jin," I told him in a small voice.

He smirked, and said, "I know,"

"You two know each other?" My mom asked.

I looked at him, panicked. "No. I just heard you calling him Jin," Jungkook replied smoothly. Then he smiled at me, and held out his hand.