Jikook oneshots

167. Mine🔒

Author: Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita)

Summary:

Jungkook was not in the best mood during the fansign.

Notes:

Originally posted here. You can find the original prompt there.

Vietnamese translation here by Reggonthly. Thank you!

Work Text:

Jungkook's blood boiled close to the surface of his skin. It slowly built up, emotions stacking on top of one another until he was sure he would soon  topple over into crazy or implode.

Jimin was his to tease and touch. Well, fine—there was some trust to be had with the other members, but did Hoseok's face have to be that close to Jimin's? And did he have to lean in like that with their noses nearly touching? Did Hoseok have to catch Jungkook's boyfriend's gaze like that?

And did their fans at the fansign have to coo over it?

"You're staring," Yoongi whispered into his ear, kicking his leg under the table. "Smile. We're in front of fans."

Jungkook clenched his jaw and faced away from the fanservice taking place at the other end of the table, just in time for a fan to scoot over and slide her copy of their latest mini-album in front of him. For a second, he wondered what color she had purchased; all he saw was red.

On Jungkook's other side was Taehyung, who was also quick to notice Jungkook's change of mood. He hit the younger's arm with the back of his hand, as if to say, You'll get to be with him soon enough.

But Jungkook wasn't always patient. Despite the glance of disapproval from Yoongi, he leaned back to get a better glance at Jimin and Hoseok after signing the fan's album photobook.

His boyfriend and his other hyung were both occupied with signing things for fans.

But they're still way too close, Jungkook thought with frustration, vigilant of the way they leaned into each other in the midst of their own signings, shoulders pressed against one another's, Jimin giggling so cutely at whatever Hoseok commented with, their hyung's nose nearly touching Jungkook's boyfriend's sweet cheek as he laughed.

Mine, he thought possessively. Jimin-hyung is mine.

"Can you trust me, can you trust me," Taehyung sang under his breath, giving Jungkook a very pointed look before turning back to the fan talking to him.

Yes, yes, Jungkook got it—anymore obviousness and he would get into trouble. Again. It was enough that he and Jimin had to be seated separately now because they tended to focus on each other more than the fans at past signings.

Why can't it be considered fanservice, too?  he wondered bitterly. Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok got away with copious amounts of affection for the other members without a bat of an eye.

"Jungkook-ah."

The maknae jumped.

Taehyung-hyung. With a microphone. Sometimes he forgot how unbelievably loud and deep his voice got when using one.

Jungkook turned his head to look at him.

"Our fan here wants us to do the handshake," Taehyung explained. "Let's do it. Come on, Jungkook-ah."

"Why did you need a mic to say that?"

Taehyung tossed him a withering look, eyes shifting to the side, as if trying to gesture to the end of the table. At Jimin. Who was likely to hear them because of the microphone.