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Jimin's POV
I sit restlessly at my desk, looking at the textbook my tutor gave me. I don't want to be learning the theory behind the polarity of water molecules. I want to be with Jungkook, being with each other without having to worry it upsetting my dad. I tug at my hair in frustration. When did it become about him, I ask myself. It's about me and Jungkook.
Getting up, I open the door of my wardrobe and change out of my tracksuit and sweater into ripped jeans and a black hoodie. I search around for my cap before looking at the wallet discarded on my bed, inside is the credit card my mom gave me earlier this week. Grabbing my jacket, I pick it up just before I leave the room. The door slams shut behind me as I head downstairs.
The low hum of my parents talking in the dining room stops me in my tracks. This is reckless, really reckless, a voice in my head reminds me. But Jungkook's face comes to my mind as I grab my dad's car keys and quietly slip out of the door. Walking quickly, I round the side of the house and unlock the car. I buckle in and call Jungkook, putting him on loudspeaker as I turn the key in the ignition. The engine hums as I stall the car, waiting for Jungkook to pickup.
"Jimin?" he says after three rings. I smile at the sound of his sleepy tone and pull out of the driveway. "Get dressed and text me your address" I say, my eyes on the road. I can see an incoming call from my dad and decline it as Jungkook chuckles, his voice husky from sleepy. "Morning to you too, babes. Why do you want my address?" he asks. I'm glad he doesn't see the blush creep up onto my cheeks at the sound of his nickname for me.
"Its the evening,Kookie,and I wanna surprise you"I say. There's silence on the other end as I pull up at a stoplight. "What does you dad say about it?" he asks, the playful tone in his voice gone. I bit my lip and tap my foot nervously. "He doesn't know I'm out of the house... no one does" I say. "Okay....I'll text you" he decides before hanging up. I smile when a notification pops up as I pull over on a busy street of shops.
***
"You did what! ....Jimin stop, this is serio-ah!" Jungkook mutters as I press my lips against his neck, biting gently. His grip on my shoulders loosens as his hands fall to my waist. I leave small kisses along his jaw before Jungkook brings me closer to him, our lips crashing against each other. I moan slightly into Jungkook's lips as he gently tugs my hair. He arches his back slightly as I leave hickeys down his neck-
BEEEEEEP
Startled, Jungkook jumps forward, looking at me with wide eyes. I realise he just hit the steering wheel, setting off the car horn. I try to stifle a laugh but one look at Jungkook sets us both off. Jungkook buries his face on my shoulder, his chest shaking with laughter. "C'mon, I know where we can go" he says, climbing off of my lap and into the passenger seat. I start the car and glance back at his house down the street. "Are you sure your parent-" I start before Jungkook cuts me off.
"I think it's time for you to meet the Hyungs....they've wanted to see you for a while now" he says, swiftly changing the subject from his parents.
Jungkook POV
"So this is the famous Park Jimin, huh? He's short" Yoongi says, rubbing his hands together. I chuckle as Jimin scowls, taking his hand n mine. We sit around a fire, at the back of Yoongi's Dad's scrapyard. The flames send beautiful shadows across Jimin's face as he talks with Taehyung and Jin. Yoongi and Hoseok are busy arguing over something.
"You really like him, huh?"Namjoon says, sitting down next to me. I nod and smile as Taehyung and Jimin get up, Taehyung laughing at Jimin's attempts to ride his skateboard. "I.....I love him, hyung. A lot" I say. Namjoon chuckles and takes a swig of his drink.
"Then hold on to him, kid. Hold on tight and never let go"
