A MYSTERY TO ME | TAEKOOK

chapter fifteen

Jungkook had never felt as content as the moment he saw Jimin stepping off the airplane and bolting into his arms.  The younger scooped him up, swinging him about as they embraced for an ungodly amount of time.  He was grateful to be back together with the one person who knew him best, who had held him up when he was down- this reconnection had been the only thing keeping him going all day.

Throughout the first hour at work he had dodged two calls from Tae, by lunch it had been seven e-mails, following that was a message with Jungkook's secretary that mentioned something urgent, and to end the day, the coffee cart had dropped off an iced americano with a small note written on the sleeve that said: Please call me back!

The younger had ignored it all, embarrassed that the other boy was sending him messages at the office.  What if somebody got the wrong idea or worse, what if they had the right idea? It sent shivers up his spine as he quickly shoved the cup of coffee in his trash can, disregarded the orange post it note message, and of course deleted any trace of other contact.

"What should we see first?" Jungkook looped his hand with Jimin just as he had done a thousand times before, tugging him over to where luggage was spinning about.  He knew what suitcase was his before it even made it's way all around- the younger recognized it from their various trips.

"I thought you'd just want to talk? Isn't that why you flew me here!" 

Jungkook blushed, "You're right- as you always are!" His finger slid underneath the shorter boy's chin, tilting it up to give him a sweet smile, "I am really glad you're here!"

"Me too!" Jimin didn't even flinch at the touch, his own arms wrapping around the boy's toned waist as he pulled him in for a tight hug, "Can we order fancy sushi and drink really expensive wine? I've never been friends with somebody super rich!"

Jungkook laughed, "I'll bring you to the wine cellar and let you pick it out yourself, how does that sound?"

"Is it in order from cheapest to most expensive or did you randomize it?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Do you even know me? Of course it's alphabetized!"  It felt good to joke with somebody, share a genuine laugh that came from subpar banter that was exclusively designed for people who were in the inner circle.

Jimin nodded knowingly, his eyes fixated on the variety of sights that seemed to sprout up as soon as they walked out the front doors.  He was so mesmerized by the lights, the sights- although he lived in a big city, this one was just different.  It felt more elegant and more uptight, like every person here owned a small designer dog and waxed their marble floors.  Just the atmosphere alone was thicker, colder- he wondered how somebody has playful as Jungkook had come from somewhere so stuffy.

"This is it!" The drive was far shorter than anticipated, Jungkook helping with the older's bag as he escorted him into a lobby.

Jimin had never seen a doorman in the flesh but Jungkook had one.  The short male greeted them both, welcoming them in and wishing them a good night.  The younger passed off some money, mentioning something about a sushi delivery and if he could bring it right up to the room- it was absolutely rich people privilege and Jimin felt completely out of his element.

"What floor do you live on?" The older was quick to question once they stepped in the elevator, Jungkook's hand reaching out to pick thirteen.

"Your favorite floor!" His doe eyes were sparkling in the muted light that hung over dark wood paneling that lined the elevator.  The decor inside made it appear more like a cigar shop than a way to get up floors quickly.

"I wouldn't say it's my favorite floor!" Jimin scoffed, "Just because it's your favorite number doesn't mean it suddenly becomes your favorite everything."