Hidden Chapter (Jimin x Reader)

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As I push the cart down the aisle, my hands grabbing the boxes of food I need. Cereals, bagels, and a loaf of fresh bread. Leaning on the cart's rail, my free hand brings my phone up, showing my shopping list. I cross off the items in my cart and swiftly turn down another aisle to get more food. There were only a few things left, all were in the freezer section. I hurry up when I get a glance at my phone. Only twenty minutes before I had to meet Jungkook at my new place. I turn down the first aisle of freezers and jog down the tile floor until I get to the freezer I need. Grabbing the last thing on my list and crossing it off I quickly turn my cart and job to get in a checkout line.

Finally finding a semi-short line I quickly get in behind a young couple. I stood, waiting patiently until the couple in front of me began to get to 'close'. I quickly grab the closet magazine and shove my nose in it. Trying to protect my poor eyes. My eyes scan the pages in front of me. Nothing really interesting, just more stuff the media stalked celebrities for. I'm beginning to read an article raving about a new movie when a gentleman clears his throat. Curious, I peek my eyes above the top of the magazine. The young couple now stands a foot apart, faces red from embarrassment. I then see the gentleman who made the noise. He stood in the aisle to my right, his body covered by the magazine racks. I only see his profile, a sort blonde mixed with grey hair color, reaching down to about the tips of his ear. It is perfectly styled, with a sort of grace and suave. My heart stops when the rest of his face can be seen. Those sweet brown eyes. Those thick full lips. Those soft and squishable cheeks. I wanted to go to him, but the universe seemed to have other plans. His head turns away and he moves up in his own line and checks out quickly. I watch him walk away, wanting to call out to him but too afraid to. The couple in front of me moves ahead, forcing me to look forward once more and move up.

I rush home, making sure not to get in an accident. I quickly pop my trunk and shove all of my bags on my arms and use the combined effort of my hands and feet to close the trunk. I run up the stairs to my apartment, not having the time to wait for an elevator. My heart is pounding and there is a thin layer of sweat forming on my forehead as I fumble around for my keys. Quickly shoving the key into the lock, my fingers twist it frantically and throw the door open. My arms shed the bags off my arms onto my counter and I run back and take out my key before shoving my door shut. My legs jump up the stairs to the second floor and my hands slow down enough to pull the book out of my nightstand. My fingers flip through the pages, trying to find the last entry. My mind is so focused on the book, I don't notice when Jungkook knocks on my door. Nor do I notice when he opens the door and lets himself in. Or that he was now sitting on the floor beside me.

"Is this the book?" He asks softly, making me yelp and drop the book.

"Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack." I hold my hand over my pounding heart. Jungkook looks down at the book on the floor and delicately picks it up.

"So is this it?" He asks, flipping through the pages. I nod and he chuckles. "What was in here that was so important that you left your door open?" He lands on a page and reads through it.

"Well I thought I saw him at the store today and I wanted to see if he talked about where he lived." Jungkook pauses from the poem to look up at me in shock.

"Wait, him as in Jimin. Is that what you mean?" His eyes glow in wonderment, like a child looking at candy.

"Yep. At least I'm ninety-nine percent sure. There still is a part of me who doubts it." I say, peeking over Jungkook's shoulder at the page he was reading.

"This poem is very deep. Such a creative way of expressing longing." He mutters, running a finger over the inked words.

"Wait you understand this?" My head tilts so I can look up at him and he chuckles, ruffling my hair with a hand.

"Little duck, you forget I have Korean parents." I purse my lips and roll my eyes as Jungkook playfully teases me.

"I asked you to please stop calling me little duck. And just because you're parents are Korean doesn't mean you are guaranteed to know the language yourself. My dad is French, but do you see me eating baguettes and sipping wine by the waterside?" His eyebrows furrow when he hears me begin to rant and sighs.

"Fine, baby bunny. You win. But do you want to hear the poem or not?" I reluctantly nod my head and Jungkook begins to read it out. His voice was perfectly fitting for the poem and he knew exactly how to read it. He knew when the change his tone or maybe take a pause or drag out a syllable. As he read I took the time to take in his appearance. There was a small smear of black paint on his cheek. He reads the last line and looks at me.

"Why would he choose a book of old Korean love poems to write memories in? Why are they called memories do you think?" He begins to ramble off a line of questions. Wanting him to shut up, I lick my thumb and motherly rub the paint off his cheek with my finger.

"You had paint on your cheek." My words come out flat, with no emotion as he flinches under my finger.

"Oh." He frowns and uses his sleeve to wipe down his cheek. "You got your cooties on me."  groan escapes my lips making his frown turn upside down.

"You are so childish." I fall down to the floor and lay my back against the carpet. "There are so many questions in my head and all I want is one answer." Jungkook falls against the carpet as well and lays next to me.

"I'm hungry." He complains, rubbing his stomach.

"That I can fix. Come on get up." We both sit back up. Jungkook stands and I quickly grab the book before standing myself.

"I was thinking maybe a three-course meal. Some starters, then the main course, and finish with some dessert." Jungkook suggests as we walk down the stairs.

"How about some ramen and then fresh fruit afterward?" I suggest instead.

"Perfect," Jungkook mutters plopping onto the couch.

"You cook, I read." He reaches out for the book and I reluctantly hand it over.

"I don't know how comfortable I am with you reading Jimin's old journal," I admit and Jungkook gingerly grabs the book from me.

"I mean he isn't here is he? Besides, what if there is a vital clue to finding him in here?" Jungkook counters and my fingers let go of the book.

"Alright, but your sitting in the kitchen and you're reading everything out to me." Jungkook jumps off the couch and skips over to the kitchen and sits down on a counter.

"Deal."