Your Eyes Tell [A Jikook Fanfiction ©️ Book 1]

Thirty Four: A Night To Remember

***Do I need to put a maturity warning, or is the chapter title obvious enough?***

//Some mature scenes//

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"Uh..." Jimin peeked his head round the door of his shared room. His fingers were still tightly entertwined with Jungkook's, who timidly hid beside the wall out of sight.
As his voice carried across the room, Tae and Hobi glanced up from their very animated Pokémon discussion to smile at him expectantly.
"You alright Jiminie?" Hoseok grinned, knowing full well who was accompanying the younger singer and beginning to suspect the reason for Jimin's hesitant appearance.

"You guys fancy going out to eat tonight?"
Called it. The dance leader internally cheered, stifling a smirk in the form of a deep yawn. Although... he wasn't quite sure how comfortable he was knowing what the two maknae's were probably going to get up to.
"Whats the celebration?"
"Call it a peace offering?" Jimin shrugged at Tae's question, his eyes flickering to where a slight purpled bruise on his brother's jawline still remained. Neither he nor Jungkook could remember who exactly it had been that had swung the blow towards their best friend, but both equally blamed themselves for what had happened.

"You paying?"
The contemporary dancer shuffled uncomfortably where he stood.
"If you give me the receipt when you're back I will."
Taehyung fell silent. Frowning. Meanwhile, Hobi, having fully understood in an instant the situation, was very much enjoying Jimin's  uncomfortable appearance as he attempted to subtley kick them out of the dorm.
"...Are...are you not joining us?"
"... No." Silence.
"Is... Is Jungkook joining us-?"
Another uncomfortable shuffle.
"... No..."

"... Ohhh." Taehyungs eyes grew wide, "NAMJOON-HYUNG!" he suddenly yelled.

The leader was there in an instant,  memories of the previous night flooding through his head. He then realised Tae wasn't on the floor with concussion. Instead, rather than trying to knock each other out, Jungkook's chest was pressed tightly up against Jimin's back as they peered into the bedroom. At once, his stance softened. "You all good?" he asked.
"We're going out tonight. Somewhere relatively far so we can spend a good few hours out together."
"...Why?"
"So we can spend... A good... Few... Hours...out." This slow, elongated spell out of Taehyung's words were accompanied by various dramatic hand gestures and unsubtle raised eyebrows.

But clearly, Namjoon didn't understand.
"Aish sometimes I question how intelligent you actually are. They want to fuck, Genius."
"Hobi!" Their maknae spluttered, his face turning a paler shade.
"What?! It's not like I'm wrong!" Hoseok, who had made the comment, raised his eyebrows at the younger expectantly. But Jungkook simply obtained a red flush across his cheeks, "My point exactly." the dance leader huffed.

With wide eyes, their leader suddenly nodded slowly, seemingly unable to say much but, "Ohkay...uh huh." as he glanced at the sheepish pair of maknae singers at the threshold of the door.

Although much like Hoseok, he did not particularly wish to know exactly what Jimin and Jungkook were actually going to get up to, it made his heart buzz with adoration that the two had finally resolved their conflict. It had been quite clear from as soon as Namjoon knew about them, that neither young singer were simply 'hooking up', or together because they were the only gay artists within the group. Or rather, he wondered, perhaps a better phrase would be 'the only artists who were open about not being straight'. No. He knew them being together was much more than sexual pleasure.

"Right," he huffed and, turning on his heel, he walzted out of the room in a bubbly nature, yelling,
"Jinnie-hyung!! We need your restaurant expertise, help me I'm clueless!"