𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞 • 𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ✓

Chapter 2

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this is what jimin looks like. he's the kind of person where when you see him in the street, you sort of do a double take and try to stare at him in the most subtle way

Jungkook's alarm wakes him up at 6:30, and with a heavy sigh, he pulls the blanket off and stands up. There's a small bathroom next to their room, he notices, that looks like it hasn't been used in a while. Despite that, it's white and pristine, just like everything in this house.

He never thought he'd say it, but he misses their old apartment.

The water in the shower ice-cold, and Jungkook lets out a sound he thought was only capable of back in preschool, but it wakes him up.

He showers quickly, changes, and hurries up the stairs. His plan is to just grab something from the kitchen and eat it in the bus, because he already knows there's nothing worse than showing up at school at the same time as the others, coming from the bus, especially when the others all are driven by chauffeurs, or have their own BMW or Mercedes cars.

To his surprise, Jimin's already in the kitchen, and as he's about to leave, maybe just get a coffee on the way or skip breakfast altogether, a grin breaks out on Jimin's face.

"Jungkook! Are you going to school?".

He nods nervously, breaking eye contact, satisfying himself with staring at everything in the kitchen. The Nespresso machine looks fancy. So does the Samsung fridge. And the polished white cabinets. Fuck it, everything in this house probably costs more than his old apartment.

"How are you getting there?". Jimin asks. For a second, Jungkook's confused, until he remembers they were talking about school.

"The bus, I guess.".

"Want a ride?".

"You can drive?".

Jimin laughs, hitting his arm gently.

"The chauffeur's taking us.".

"Right. The chauffeur. How could I forget?".

"Are you being sarcastic right now?".

Jungkook looks at him incredulously.

"Not everyone has a chauffeur, you know?".

"Right. Sorry.".

Eager to change the subject, Jimin looks Jungkook over, eyes catching on his long legs, the fabric straining slightly against his thighs as he sits down nervously.

"You look good.". He remarks, biting his lip as their eyes met. He licks his lips slowly, teasingly, and sits down next to Jungkook, who's heart is hammering faster than he ever thought it could. This is more tiring than P.E class, he thinks.

Jungkook notices Jimin's wearing makeup, soft eyeliner that accentuates his almond-shaped eyes, hair brushed and parted to perfection, silver hoops in both ears and silver studs next to them. God, he'll never cease to amaze him. How can someone even be that... beautiful? It shouldn't be allowed.

"Thanks.". Jungkook mutters. "You too.".

"Hey.". Jimin edges closer, resting a hand on Jungkook's leg, which is shaking slightly. "We should probably go soon.".

"We?".

"Obviously. You're driving with me.".

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Jungkook can't find a decent excuse not to drive in Jimin's black Mercedes, where his driver is already waiting.

Jimin climbs into the back seat, as if this were perfectly normal, to drive to school in a 100.000 dollar car, with a driver waiting for you. Then again, for him it must be.