A/N: hello hi. i have a laptop now. these drabbles are coming out longer than i expected. (admin aejin)
Okay, maybe he wasn’tand he was being a little dramatic; but he was dying, seriously.
Prom was getting closer and closer, and he still didn’t havea date to go with; but only because there was only one person who he’d wantedto ask. And that very person was too hung over some no-named loser. He couldn’tbe too upset, because it was Jimin’s fault for liking this twat in the firstplace; clearly he wasn’t good enough for him.
Jungkook didn’t do well in this scenarios, how can he help afriend who was heart-broken? He sure as hell didn’t want to help the mysteryguy by telling Jimin to not give up; though at the same time, he hates seeingJimin mope around.
It was two weeks ago, when he and his groups of friends hungout at the school courtyard for lunch, did the topic of prom and potentialdates popped up. Jungkook thought the idea of it all was overrated, to be honest,and he wasn’t one to shy away from expressing his thoughts, “We’re expected topay an arm and a leg for the tuxedo we’re most likely going to wear once; there’sno point.
“It doesn’t have to be once,” Taehyung, his strange bestfriend points out, throwing his legs on top of Hoseok’s lap, who gave thestrange boy a glare (Jungkook is pretty sure his best friend is secretlydating). “And you don’t have to get something expensive, no one’s going to beat the door checking your tags to see if it’s Gucci or Wal-Mart.”
“Are you hinting at something, Taehyung?” Jimin chuckles,biting at the tip of his straw out of habit.
“You bet your ass I am,” the kid shrills, “no way am I goingto be caught in some $10 suit. It’s gotta be Gucci for me.”
Jungkook never really understood why Taehyung had been so strungup on fashion, it’s high school, not a runway. Jimin slides his cup to theside, hands on top of the lunch table, and leans curiously towards the secondyoungest, “You’re going though, right, Tae? Who are you taking?”
Jungkook notes how Hoseok doesn’t look up from his food,using his fork to just play with the small peas on his cardboard tray. Ofcourse he was right (he was always right, when is he not?), Taehyung and Hoseokwere totally a thing. He grins to himself, patting himself on the back mentallyfor being so intuitive—unaware of the weird looks that he’s given by Jimin— andtakes a sip of his soda.
He chokes and so does Jimin; he offers a hand and pats thesmaller kid’s back gently. Taehyung, if that’s why they were both at a loss forthe same reason, that they were both caught off guard. They glance at Hoseok,however, and he seems just as surprised. Jungkook watches the agape mouth morph intoa scowl. Poor fella.
“Maybe. I-D-K, yet.” Taehyung says, after the short fit ofair loss and Hoseok’s inner battle of what Jungkook can assume is “he loves me, he loves me not.”
“Did you really just say ‘I-D-K’?”
“Yes,” Taehyung swats the topic away, “enough of that, it’scomplicated. But what about you, Jimin? Did you finally decide to go ask tall,dorky and handsome?”
Jungkook feels as if the winds been knocked out of him; unableto swallow because his mouth seemed to have dried up completely. He turns toJimin, his eyes wide and as accusatory. It didn’t help when he saw the tips ofthe boys’ ears tint (almost opaque) red. Just who was Taehyung talking aboutand why is this the first time he’s heard of it?
His heart sinks even more when he hears the answer.
Now here they were, studying in the local café for an examthat he’s pretty sure can pass without studying. He’s paid attention in class enoughto know the answers, it’s his usual method of studying: luck. Then again, he was sure he was right about Taehyung andHoseok, and now, he’s not even sure he knew his best friend Jimin—“Since whendid this ‘tall, dorky, and handsome’ come around?”
Jimin, who had been too focused on his textbook, jumped whenthe younger boy had kicked him for not paying attention to him, “Ow, what thehell, man?”
Jimin shakes his head, pointing at his textbook, “His nameis Napoleon, why aren’t you studying? If you think that I’m going to be givingyou the answers, you’ve got another thing c—“
“No!” Jungkook hisses, slamming his hands on the table in ahuff, “Who is he? ‘Mister tall, dorky and handsome’? Who is he and how have Inever met him before?”
Jimin just stares at him, and Jungkook was sure he wasn’t goingto answer, “You definitely know him.”
At that, Jungkook immediately shoots up in attentiveness,the number of people they both share a mutual relationship with. He speculates—it’sdefinitely not Taehyung, because gross; Hoseok, that’s Taehyung’s no matterwhat they both say; Yoongi would punch the equally short boy if he even tried,Seokjin was scary which meant—
“Oh my god, it’s Namjoon.”
“What? No,” Jungkook watched him carefully, “it’s not him!”
“Jimin,” he gasps softly, taking the older boy’s hands inhis gently, unaware of the pink hue grazing the adorable man’s cheeks, “We haveno friends. It has to be Namjoon.”
“Don’t tell me it’s Seokjin—“
“Jesus Christ, can you just focus on your work?” He whines,tugging his hands out of Jungkook’s awkwardly clammy palms, “You definitely knowhim, friend or not. You’re just an idiot that can’t see anything past Tracer’sass.”
“Is that an Overwatch diss?” He leans back against hischair, tapping the eraser end of his pencil on his blank paper.
“Touche,” he gave him that, “Why do you like him?”
Jungkook seethed in his seat when he saw Jimin think alittle too thoughtfully at the simple question, was the guy not ‘tall’? Wouldn’tthat be a deal breaker?
“I fell in love with his laugh.”
“What’s so great about a laugh?” He snorts, leaning farenough in his chair that he plays and twiddles with the draw strings of hisjacket, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
“It’s a cute cackle,” he smiles, scribbling small circlesonto the corner of his notes; Jungkook snarls.
“He sounds like a dweeb.”
“Oh, he is.” Jimin sighs, his shoulders falling in defeat, “Healso sails the ship of Sir Oblivious.”
“What does that mean,” Jungkook asks, rolling his eyes, “hedoesn’t know you like him?” How does one not know who they like? It’s a mutualappreciation of one another, like they both have with each other.
“Yes, for example,” the young boy watches his highlyappreciated comrade carefully, groaning when he saw the small pout on Jimin’sround face, “he’d get mad at me.”
“What? Why?” Jungkook will kill him, no one should make Jiminupset, it’s an affront to the universe.
“Because he thinks I’m planning on asking someone else toprom when clearly it’s him.” Jungkook leans, in nodding feverishly to try andgrasp everything.
“Who does he think you’re asking?”
Instead of answering, Jimin just groans out an “Oh my god,please.”
Jungkook flinches back, blinking at the other as if he’dbeen slapped, “I’m not sure what’s happening.”
“I know you don’t,” he hissed, flipping through the pages ofhis textbook furiously, “Taehyung was right, I should stop speaking in riddles.”
“Riddles? Did you write the twit a love letter?”
“Holy fuck,” he was done, Jungkook didn’t understand whatwas happening but he genuinely wanted to know, he was always told that if youdidn’t understand something you had to question them, “It’s you Jungkook!”
“Oh my lo–,” Jungkook watches Jimin stand up, trembling handsflat on the table and could see the face he’d adored since forever, violentlyred—possibly because he was embarrassed, maybe he really liked the guy. He clearlyhad some kind of effect on–
“I like you, you ignoramus!”
“I like you, Jeon Jungkook, you’re the tall, dorky handsome dweebwe’re talking about.”
In a realization, Jungkook could feel a shit eating grin, “It’sme! You like me!”
“It’s always been you,” Jimin mumbled, falling back in hischair with his hands folded on the small table, hiding his face into it. Helooked tired, looking like he’d fought a great battle but there was no time forthat.
Jimin said it was Jungkook. He liked Jungkook.
He slowly let Jimin’s words sink in, smiling like a completedoofus. It was he that Jimin liked, he liked that Jungkook was tall (ignoringthe fact that the 99% of the male population in the school were taller thanJimin, regardless). Jimin thought Jungkookwas dorky, which isn’t too bad, it’s a part of a charm that made many swoon.And most importantly, Jimin thought Jungkook was handsome. A tall, dorky, handsomeman that cackles and was a…
“Wait, did you just call me a dweeb?”
a/n: dweeb is a funny word to me. @daybreakstorm i’m going to call you my dweeb.
