Tomorrow│YM

[12] Oh No

The first few minutes of the car ride were spent in a comfortable silence. Well, Jimin was determined to feel comfortable, despite Jungkook's penchant for side-long glances as he drove with one hand on the wheel and his other arm resting out his open window. His dark bangs softly flapped about his forehead.

It still gets chilly, indeed.

The younger obviously had something to say, his mouth occasionally popping open and then shutting with a subtle head shake. Jimin could practically hear his teeth grind.

Nevertheless, Jimin was genuinely surprised when Jungkook finally managed to speak up.

"So, uh..." he fumbled, stealing another furtive glance. "Who was that?"

Huh. Interesting.

"Who was who?" Jimin replied casually, looking out his window. When no response came, he looked back at his friend who met his gaze with a pointed raised eyebrow.

Fuck.

"...Hoseok," Jimin mumbled, picking a hair off his jeans.

Jungkook gave a single nod and returned his attention to the road. "Friend of yours?"

Jimin didn't like the direction this was headed. "Maybe," he drawled, noting the way Jungkook's brow furrowed. "We just met."

"Tonight?"

Pursing his lips, Jimin wondered how much longer he would tolerate this interrogation.

"No. Last night," he corrected. "Before shit went down."

Jungkook breathed loudly.

It turned out that Jimin's tolerance was fleeting. "Why are you giving me the third degree, Kook?" he sighed, suddenly feeling very tired.

Jungkook huffed, stirring in his seat. "Is he at least... nice?"

Jimin scowled. "What do you mean, nice? Why would I talk to him if he wasn't?" Before Jungkook could reply, he quickly added: "Don't answer that."

Jungkook's shoulders drooped. "Just... just make sure he's nice before..." he trailed off.

Now Jimin was officially annoyed. "Before what, Kook?" he demanded.

Jungkook grimaced.

"If you're gunna judge me, at least have the balls to say what you're thinking out loud."

Placing both hands on the wheel, Jungkook snapped his head towards the elder, horrified at the implication."No! That's not-"

The car swerved a little, begging the driver to heed proper attention. Turning back towards the road, Jungkook took a deep calming breath and exhaled through his nose.

"I'm not judging you, Jimin, I swear. I'm sorry it came across that way." He swallowed. "I just don't like seeing you get hurt."

Oh.

Jimin tried to cool off, he really did. But Jimin was a stubborn person and he was frustrated by what he considered misplaced worry.

"Thanks for your concern, Jungkook. Would you prefer it if I started vetting my prospects through you?" he offered sardonically, too exhausted to keep himself in check.

That earned a broken groan.

"This is not how I intended this conversation to go," Jungkook whined.

The bartender guffawed. "What was your intention?"

At a loss, Jungkook fell silent. Jimin studied him closely, observing his troubled frown and laboured breath. He softened, realizing he was being unfair. "Look, Kookie, I get that your intentions are pure. They always are. You're a fucking angel."