Stranger | Jikook/Kookmin

12 | Little By Little

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Jimin makes a fashionably late appearance, ten minutes later than he is supposed to meet Jungkook at the campus gate. He is sporting a grey collared winter shirt tucked inside his ripped jeans half-covered by a black cashmere coat, blond hair combed into an array of perfect bangs, and Jungkook thinks it's worth all the time he took to get ready because look at that.

He is always charismatic as far as Jungkook has met him, and Jungkook hasn't met Jimin in that many attires. Jimin is the casual-former dresser outdoors, like to make an impression on people with his looks from what he guesses, but it could also be that he feels himself in clothes of the sort – which is more than sexy for Jungkook's pg-rated imagination.

He receives Jimin with the biggest smile on his face, unable to stop from bouncing on his heels as the elder advanced towards him, engulfing him in a big hug and hi'ing him in the cutest of ways. Jungkook bites his lip into a dazzling grin, heart beating fast when he sees a similar enthusiasm from Jimin's side. 

"Are you ready to show me what you got, dancer boy?" Jimin teases as they walk into one of the teaching buildings. Jungkook's eyes go wide, shaking his head as quickly as he can.

"I'm a beginner, Jimin-ssi! You can't have expectations like that."

Jimin dismisses him, approximating himself to Jungkook to the point of their arms pressing as they make a turn into a long corridor. "I bet you are good at everything."

Jungkook doesn't fight him. He is somewhat pleased that it's the impression he left on Jimin without having shown much about his personal life, which be honest, is quite a talents craft. He has too many hobbies, however dancing not being one of them (yet, he is growing into it) which might deter his charms in Jimin's eyes. 

Truthfully... he doesn't know why he invited Jimin today. His drunk brain thought it was a great excuse to see the man again but his self-conscious brain is typing a letter of curses to its incoherent form, shipping it to the nearest date Jungkook would grab a beer again. It might be as near as tonight, considering the fact that Jungkook is still mad stressed about everything.

Jimin's presence near him helps and he hasn't figured that bit out yet.

"Oh, Jimin-ah!" Yong-sun breaks into a surprised smile as soon as they enter the practice room, eyes locking into Jimin's wide ones.

"Solar noona!"

Jungkook trails from behind, taking ahold of Jimin's bag as the blond advances towards the cheerleader for a heartfelt hug. They seem close, but it doesn't explain why they would be surprised to have seen each other if they met regularly. As the two ask each other questions about how they have been, Jungkook closes the door, sets the room temperature and works with the playlist. The technical details. 

"You never come visit, I was wondering what you were up to lately."

"Been pretty busy noona, I'm sorry about that. But you seem to be doing fine? Still the top cheerleader of our school, I heard?"

Yong-sun laughs, covering her mouth and shaking her head modestly. 

"I'm not in my top form, not this year. Seniority is pushing my limits, not just mine actually but all of the dancers'... They expect us to get top grades to keep our scholarship but they load us with work and routines... It's honestly a physical torture lately."

Hearing Yong-sun complain about her life struggles distracts Jungkook, making him think of the possibility of being a burden to Yong-sun's already full curriculum. Sigh. He never wanted this, it's the stupid team that pushed him into creating a damn performance!