jungkook.
"soda or bubblegum?" a sweet voice broke my train of thought, causing me to snap my head away from the ducks at the park across the street and towards the source of sound. jimin stood, smiling up at me from beneath his soft-looking hair.
"uh," i tried to think, but couldn't choose. how pathetic is that? jimin had me so flustered i couldn't even remember what flavor of popsicle i preferred. how was i going to survive going to his house? oh, yeah, that's where we're on our way to. "i don't know. i like both...?" my answer sounded more like a question.
the blond's melodic giggle rang through my ears, my body feeling tingly as he placed his hand on my arm. "you're acting as if there's a wrong answer, ha!" he pulled lightly on my sweater, dragging me behind him into the corner store. "let's just get both for each of us; i'll pay."
"you don't have to pay, hyung," i tried to rebute, but he only shook his head and giggled some more.
"it's fine, my mom gave me some money this morning. and please, enough with the honorifics, i always thought that was corny."
"oh, okay." was all i could manage before he shoved the four popsicles in my arms and led me to the counter.
he handed the cashier a bill before turning to face me. "so, what do you want to do when we get home?" he asked.
"i'm not sure," i focused my eyes on the cashier's hands counting change; looking at jimin for too long made my cheeks heat up and my thoughts wander. "it's your house.."
jimin grinned widely, his eyes disappearing behind his shimmering cheeks. "there's lots of stuff to do. i'll have to show you when we get there!" he casually thanked the cashier and clasped his pinky in mine, just as he had in biology, while we headed for the door.
as the bells on the glass convenience store door lightly tinkled on our way out, i could have sworn i heard a light "fags" come from under the employee's breath, causing me to look back. the man behind the counter was staring us down, his beady eyes practically boring holes in mine as he shook his head in disapproval and disgust. i wanted to say something, stand up for jimin... or the both of us, but i didn't have time as the bubbly blond cheerily dragged me away by the arm.
"don't worry about him, jungkook," he waved his hand in dismissal. "i couldn't care less about what old people think. they've got everything wrong- both socially and economically, so i don't take it personally when they judge me... old farts."
i giggled at his words, but my face quickly turned quizzical. "do you care what young people think?" i asked, catching up as to walk next to him rather than behind. it was easier to steal small glances at his beauty that way.
jimin hesitated in his answer, his expression losing a bit of its cheerfulness. "it bugs me more, yeah." i was about to politely prob further, but he continued so i didn't have to. "people our age are a bit smarter, so when they oppose my sexuality or how i choose to present myself, i tend to doubt myself more. that, and jocks seem to enjoy beating the shit out of me. i cant take them down like i could some bitch ass old dude," his gentle hands began unwrapping one of the bubblegum popsicles he just purchased. "and trust me, i have."
"have what? been beat up by jocks or taken down an old dude?" i asked, refraining from repeating his swears.
he shrugged, making me blush as he slid the ice cream out of his mouth with a pop. "both."
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i know it's been years. i've been undergoing a lot in my personal life, but i'm back on track, sober, and most importantly back to stanning and writing HEHE
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