Something about Mr. Jeon | Jikook

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So here I was again, at another party filled with flashing lights and booming sounds.

But this time, I had a boyfriend, who had also dressed me.

He had done a fairly amazing job at dressing himself, wearing leather pants that clung to his legs perfectly.

"Eyes up here Kook!"

My eyes snapped upwards, meeting Jimins.

"Sorry Babe."

"You kiss a man twice and all of a sudden he calls you babe."

Jimin grabbed my hand and dragged me further into the party, where I saw Taehyung and Yoongi pushed up on a wall- practically eating eachothers faces off.

"You wanna try that?" Jimin rose an eyebrow at me.

"Let's not." I peered over to the kitchen, spotting a couple of Capri Suns.

"Want a Capri Sun?"

"Boring."

"Well you're not gonna drink thats for sure."

"Fine,"

I made my way over to the kitchen, grabbing some Capri Suns.

"Hey. You're the one Jimin brought with him."

"That'd be me."

A taller man was talking to me. He had a buff body and defined muscles. Bulky didn't even describe his physique.

"I'm Wonho."

"Jungkook."

"I've known Jimin for a while now, and let me tell you...he won't shut up about you."

My chest swelled with pride. "yeah?"

"Oh, yeah. In fact, he- wait, whos he dancing with?"

I peered into the crowd, spotting Jimin and some random guy. They were grinning at eachother, a suggestive look on the strangers face.

Oh fuck no.

"Excuse me." I mumbled, leaving the Capri Suns behind. I'll be back later, my sweets.

Pushing through the sea of dancing bodies, I finally reached my boyfriend.

"Uhm, babe, who is this?"

Jimin turned to me.

"Oh! Just an old middle school friend I found. His name is Jackson."

"Hey Jackson. Pleased to meet your acquaintance. Allow me to steal all way Jimin for a second."

I grabbed his arm and whisked him away, finding an empty hallway for us to stand in.

"Where's our Capri Suns?"

"Jimin, what was that?"

"What was what?" even in the dim lighting I could see him smirking deviously.

"Oh, I see what you're doing."

"What am I doing, Jeon?"

"You're trying to get me jealous!"

"Maybe I am." He shrugged. "Did it work?"

Instead of answering, I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Our lips began to move slightly, and soon they formed a rhythm.

Breathing harshly, Jimin grabbed onto my collar as a noise escaped his lips.

We broke apart, chests heaving.

"Yeah, it worked."