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The cool night air hit Jimin's face as he stepped outside the club. The pulsating lights and loud music faded behind him, leaving nothing but the quiet hum of the city streets and the weight of everything that had happened. He was still reeling from the kiss—no, the moments he shared with Jungkook, the intensity of it all—and the tension it created. His head was spinning, both from the alcohol and from the storm of feelings that had suddenly erupted within him.
He needed air, space, something to clear his mind.
As he stepped into the night, the rest of the crew filtered out behind him, heading to their cars, saying their goodbyes. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Yumi exchanged casual words with Jimin, already planning to catch up soon. But Taehyung lingered for a moment, his eyes sharp as he watched Jimin. A subtle flicker of something unspoken passed between them—something loaded, a question in his gaze, but why ?Jimin wasn't in the mood to talk it out.
Jimin pulled his jacket tighter around himself, trying to focus on the cold air, the streets, anything to stop his heart from racing every time he thought of Jungkook.
It was then that he heard footsteps behind him. He turned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw Jungkook approaching, the look in his eyes unreadable but intense.
"Jimin," Jungkook called softly, his voice cutting through the quiet of the night.
Jimin hesitated for a moment before giving a small, half-hearted smile. "Why are you still here?"
Jungkook came to a stop in front of him, close enough that Jimin could feel the warmth radiating from him, despite the chilly air. "I was waiting ...for you," he said, his tone steady.
Jimin raised an eyebrow, his heart skipping. "Waiting for me?" he repeated, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and something else he couldn't name.
Jungkook nodded, a faint smile pulling at his lips. "I think we should talk."
Jimin's chest tightened, but he wasn't sure if it was because he was nervous or something else entirely. Jungkook was right, they have to talk.That kiss, the energy, the unspoken words… everything had been left hanging in the air.
"I…" Jimin paused, trying to find the right words. "I don't know. I need to clear my head. I'm still… not sure about all of this."
Jungkook took a step closer, his voice soft but firm. "I know. But I'm not asking for anything you're not ready for, Jimin. No pressure, just—let's go somewhere quiet, where we can talk. No distractions. I'm not going to force anything."
Jimin felt the sincerity in Jungkook's words. He could see the softness in his eyes, the way his presence was different from others. Jungkook wasn't pushing, he wasn't rushing—it was just an invitation, simple but tempting. The idea of being with him, alone, without the world and their teammates around, was a strange kind of comfort.
Jimin hesitated for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay. I'll go."
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Jimin slid into the passenger seat of Jungkook's car, the quiet hum of the engine filling the space between them. Neither of them said much during the drive, but Jimin couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of Jungkook's presence beside him. He could feel Jungkook's gaze flickering toward him every now and then, but he didn't meet his eyes. He was too busy trying to get his emotions under control.
The night was cool, the streets lit by the occasional passing streetlight. Everything outside seemed calm, but inside Jimin, his thoughts were anything but. He was overthinking, wondering if this was the right decision—if he was ready for what he was about to do.
They arrived at the near park in a quiet, upscale part of the city. Jungkook was quiet, but his eyes were full of something Jimin couldn't quite read—anticipation, maybe, or something deeper.
The park was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the distant hum of city traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. Jungkook led the way to a secluded bench beneath a canopy of trees, their shadows stretching long under the soft glow of the streetlights.
Jimin sat down first, his posture stiff, hands clasped tightly in his lap. He stared ahead, avoiding Jungkook's gaze, as if the mere act of looking at him might unravel the fragile composure he had left.
Jungkook sat beside him, close but not touching, his presence a steady warmth beside Jimin's coldness. For a long moment, neither spoke, the silence between them thick with unspoken words.
Finally, Jungkook broke the quiet. "Jimin," he began, his voice low and careful, "I don't want to make things harder for you. I just... I need you to know that I'm here. Whenever you're ready."
Jimin's breath hitched, a lump forming in his throat. He turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of Jungkook's profile—his jaw clenched, eyes searching the darkness as if looking for something he couldn't find.
"I don't know what to say," Jimin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Everything's so... complicated."
Jungkook nodded, understanding. "I know. But we don't have to figure it all out tonight. We can take it slow. Just... don't shut me out."
Jimin swallowed hard, the weight of Jungkook's words pressing down on him. He wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap between them, but fear held him back. Fear of what it would mean, of what it might cost.
"What ....if i hurt you," Jimin confessed, his voice trembling.
"You won't," Jungkook reassured him, his tone firm yet gentle. "Not if we do this together."
The sincerity in Jungkook's voice melted some of the ice around Jimin's heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the quiet comfort of the night wash over him.
When he opened them again, he met Jungkook's gaze. There was no judgment there, no expectation—just understanding.
"Okay," Jimin said, his voice steadier now. "Let's take it slow."
Jungkook smiled, a soft, relieved smile that made Jimin's heart flutter. "Slow sounds perfect."
They sat in silence after that, the kind of silence that spoke volumes. The kind that didn't need words to convey everything they were feeling.
And for the first time that night, Jimin felt a flicker of hope.
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Jungkook's car hummed softly as they drove through the quiet streets, Jungkook offer jimin to drop his house, and he accepted because it's already to late and his apartment is near by. The silence between them was comfortable, yet heavy with unspoken words. Jimin stared out the window, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions, while Jungkook kept his focus on the road, occasionally glancing at Jimin with a look that was both patient and understanding.
After a few moments, Jungkook broke the silence. "So, Jimin," he began, his voice casual yet laced with curiosity, "tell me about your family."
Jimin hesitated, his fingers tracing the edge of his seat. "I... I live alone," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "My parents are back in Busan. It's just me here."
Jungkook nodded, sensing the reluctance in Jimin's tone. He didn't press further, instead choosing to share a bit about his own family. "I have my mom, dad, and an older brother," he said with a soft smile. "We're close, even though I don't get to see them as much as I'd like."
Jimin turned his head slightly, meeting Jungkook's gaze. "That sounds nice," he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.
The conversation shifted, moving away from family and into more comfortable territory. They spoke about their favorite foods, music, and the little things that made them laugh. The more they talked, the more the tension from earlier seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of ease and connection.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at Jimin's apartment building. Jungkook parked the car and turned off the engine, the sudden silence enveloping them once more.
"Thanks for the ride," Jimin said, his voice soft but sincere.
"Anytime," Jungkook replied with a warm smile.
They sat there for a moment, neither making a move to leave. The air between them was thick with anticipation, the unspoken words hanging in the space between them.
Finally, Jimin broke the silence. "Good night, Jungkook," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Good night, Jimin," Jungkook replied, his tone equally soft.
As Jimin reached for the door handle, their eyes met once more. In that fleeting moment, something shifted. Without thinking, Jimin leaned in, his lips brushing against Jungkook's in a soft, tentative kiss.
It was brief, but it left both of them breathless, hearts racing in the quiet of the night.
Pulling away, Jimin's face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice filled with uncertainty.
Jungkook reached out, gently cupping Jimin's cheek. "Don't apologize," he said softly. "I'm not sorry either."
They shared a quiet laugh, the tension between them easing into something more comfortable.
"Good night," Jimin said again, this time with more confidence.
"Good night, see you tomorrow at office." Jungkook echoed, his smile warm and genuine.
As Jimin stepped out of the car and made his way into the building, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest. The night had been unexpected, full of surprises, but it had also been one of the most honest and real moments he'd experienced in a long time.
And as he lay in bed that night, thoughts of Jungkook lingered in his mind, a smile tugging at his lips as he drifted off to sleep.
End of chapter