𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 | 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤

Author's pov
Rewritten
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Jimin was driving home, his mind swirling with everything Chanyeol had told him. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, but his worry overshadowed it. If what Chanyeol said was true, then Taehyung and Jungkook could be in serious danger. He had to protect them, no matter what.

As soon as he got home, Jimin unlocked the door and dragged himself inside. It was late, and he was too drained to think clearly. He trudged up the stairs, heading straight for his room.

"Damn, what a long day," he muttered, stretching out his aching muscles. Sleep was already calling to him, so he decided to change into something more comfortable.

As he was about to take off his tight pants, he felt something in his pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out—a small card with "Agust-D" written on it. Then, it hit him. He had forgotten about the mysterious guy, Yoongi, who had asked him to call.

"Should I call or not?" he wondered aloud, feeling conflicted. His mind wandered back to their strange encounter, trying to make sense of it. There was something about Yoongi—something that seemed to tie into the web of mystery Chanyeol had revealed. Jimin wanted answers, but was it worth opening that door? He sighed, deciding to ask Jungkook for advice tomorrow.

The next day was relatively normal. Chanyeol called to let Jimin know he was heading back to Seoul with the Kim family and would keep him updated on their next steps.

As Jimin and Jungkook spent the day together, prepping for the new semester and buying things they needed. In the middle of it all, Jimin completely forgot about the Agust-D card.

With winter vacation over, classes were starting again, and the pair was preparing up for college life just The last thing was left to do before everything starts: a new cheerleading uniforms.

Now, you might be wondering why they were even on the cheerleading squad. Well, that was mostly Jimin's idea. He loved cheerleading and had practically dragged Jungkook into it, using his usual emotional blackmailing tactics.

"Jimin, you idiot, we're boys, not girls! Why are you looking at skirts for me?" Jungkook groaned when he caught Jimin going through a rack of cheerleading skirts.

"But Kookie, you'd look so good in one!" Jimin pouted, batting his eyelashes.

"Nope, never. Drop the idea, or I'm dropping the team," Jungkook threatened, crossing his arms.

"Huff, fine, you stubborn piece of biscuit," Jimin grumbled, rolling his eyes. "No skirts."

"Good," Jungkook replied with a satisfied smirk.

Now, about Jungkook—after that night when Taehyung dropped him home, nothing had really happened between them. His dad had asked him a million questions, but he brushed them all off, insisting there was nothing going on.

But his friends had noticed something was off. Jungkook had been acting strange lately, one moment smiling, the next lost in thought with a sad frown. They did everything they could to cheer him up, and while he appreciated it, the truth was he wasn't truly happy.

He missed Taehyung.

Jungkook didn't understand it. They had only met once, but the connection he felt with him was undeniable. It wasn't like all those other guys who had tried to flirt with him in high school, grabbing his hand or proposing out of nowhere.

But With Taehyung, it was different. The way he had felt so utterly submissive under Taehyung's touch had been both new and exhilarating.

But he knew he had no chance. Not with THE Kim Taehyung, a man adored by the world, Jungkook had tried to convince himself to let go, to focus on his own life, but it was hard. Instead, his feelings had turned him into a fanboy. He follows Taehyung's updates, keeping track of every appearance, every post, every interview.