~ 28 ~
"Can you find a way to get rid of Yuna?" Jungkook sighed, laying his head back against the chair, closing his eyes. He smiles as the cold breeze caresses his sweaty forehead, pleased that he chose a beach restaurant to meet Jimin.
"I don't-t know-w bro," Jimin could barely speak as his mouth was stuffed with his favorite meal for lunch, black bean noodles. "Focus on Y/N for now."
Jungkook jerked himself up from his seat and scowled at Jimin. "You want me to focus on Y/N?" He serves himself a glass of iced beer. "She backstabbed me." He lifted his glass and drained it in one swallow although there was still half of it, at least half of it left. And the ice cubes fall back against the bottom of the empty glass when he lowers his arm.
"What do you mean?" Jimin rubs his bloated stomach and mimics Jungkook's actions by grabbing an iced beer. He drinks deeply through his parched throat.
Jungkook took a breath and leaned forward in his chair. "We had sex and then-" He was still speaking as the liquid from Jimin's mouth splattered into Jungkook's face, as well as his dazzling white costly shirt.
"WHAT?!" Jimin shouts.
Jungkook sat there, eyes closed and arms outstretched, taking in Jimin's reaction and what it had done to him. "Yeah, thanks a lot." Jungkook barked sarcastically, finally opening his eyes which he couldn't resist rolling at Jimin.
"You had SEX with Taehyung's girl?!" Jimin, once again, shouts putting forth an emphasis into his words.
"The fuck, she's mine," Jungkook wiped his face, continuing to wipe his shirt as well but Jimin still remained shocked. "And stop shouting! The paparazzi is up my ass!" With his teeth gripped in a thin line, he manages to whisper-yell at his shocked friend. "And so what huh? It happened because we love each other. She clearly doesn't like him." Jungkook shrugged but he wasn't wrong for what he said. Did you really even like Taehyung? Because what happened between you and Jungkook that night was no mistake.
It was passion and love.
"But...but I don't understand. Why did she just move along like nothing happened? That's a BIG deal." Jimin pointed out, confused how you could move along with Taehyung like all that meant nothing with Jungkook. You played as much of a role that night as much as Jungkook did. And Jimin is also concerned for Taehyung, he's always been his best friend since childhood.
"Ha! Exactly my point!" Jungkook slammed his fist on the table scoffing with the clogged bitterness inside him.
Jimin shook his head, disappointed and worried about his friend's relationships. He lets out a deep sigh as he gazes out the window towards the ocean, letting go of some of his worry. For a minute he's zoned out on one person not realizing it's someone he knows. When realization hit him, he squinted, a bit taken aback. "Speaking of Y/N..." he squinted, realizing it had been you he had been staring at all along. "Is that her?" He laughed softly as he watched you come out of the beach in your bikini, running your hands over your wet hair.
Jungkook, without wasting any chance, shifts his face to the side, following the direction of Jimin's eyes, finally discovering the spot you were at. Jungkook's eyes and mouth expanded slightly at your curves, at how neatly the bikini sucked in your body, and the precision with which you grabbed a towel and pressed it against your wet strands, all of which appeared to happen in slow motion. He was completely zoned out on you.
"That's kinda hot, not gonna lie." Jimin took a bite of the baguette seductively, his gaze fixed on you.
"Hey! Watch it!" Jungkook possessively tightened his jaw, passing an intimidating glare that took Jimin off guard.

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A Mutually-Assured Attachment ✔️
Fanfiction"Strip or make out with me," Jungkook said blatantly while gazing intently into your soul with no apparent shame. You're seated right next to your boyfriend, Taehyung, and Jungkook is telling you to make out with him all because you chose dare. ***...