The next morning Jimin throws a t-shirt at Jungkook for him to wear - to hide his enormous hickey - and they traipse downstairs, finding Suri and Hwan already in the kitchen. Hwan hands then each a cup of coffee, steaming hot.
" How'd you guys sleep?" Jungkook asks them, stirring cream into his coffee.
" Pretty well," Suri says nodding, sipping at her own coffee. She turns to Jimin smirking. " How about you, good boy? I mean, Jimin. How did you sleep, Jimin."
Coffee nearly comes out of Jungkook's nose and Jimin thinks if the floor opened up and swallowed him whole, he'd be eternally grateful.
Hwan just coughs uncomfortably before he adds. " And for the record, it's not just Jimin who needs to learn how to be quiet. Take your own advice, Jungkook."
Jungkook groans and turns bright red. Jimin continues to pray for lightening to strike him in the middle of the kitchen.
Suri, still laughing, rubs her hands together evilly. " Now, you both have to pack up my car, seeing as I'm going to be holding this over your heads forever.
They comply easily, knowing she would, unfortunately, follow through and blackmail them, so they begin to load up her car. Beads of sweat form on Jimin's forehead, and he grumbles.
" Can't believe you thought you had to fuck me like that. Your sister and her husband heard us having sex."
Jungkook slams the door shut. " You told me to fuck you like that!"
He rolls his eyes. " Glad you picked that moment to listen to me for the first time ever."
" You're welcome..."
Suri opens the screen door to the house, then, holding a glass of lemonade, sunglasses atop her head, and she smiles sweetly. " Oh, Jungkook, by the way, I don't know who you think you're fooling but that t-shirt might as well be invisible. We could probably see your hickey from space."
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It's a Tuesday, this night, and it's absolutely gorgeous outside. It's barely 80 degrees, there's a breeze, and it's the kind of weather that makes Jimin wish he lived closer to the ocean.
" Kook, let's get some food at the shop to grill. It's so nice out. We can eat dinner outside."
Jungkook looks up from his spot on the couch. " I didn't bring home any work tonight?"
" Nope, I'm all caught up."
He nods. " Cool. Steaks?"
" And corn in the cob."
" I can handle that."
They make their way to the shop and Jimin walks up and down the isles, tossing random items into the shopping trolley that Jungkook's pushing behind him.
" Min, we don't need a 24 pack of pop-tarts. Especially not for dinner."
" No one needs a 24 pack of pop-tarts, Jeon. But I want it." He throws the box into the trolley and keeps moving.
By the time they get to the register, they have over 100 worth of items in their trolley, probably only about 35 of it needed for their dinner. Jungkook is reluctantly paying at the register and Jimin is browsing through magazines at the exit when the manager approaches him.
" Find everything you needed?" he asks.
Jimin looks up. " Uh, yeah, and then some."
The manager - his name tag reads Mathew - laughs. " That sounds about right. I often find myself in the produce aisle, checking out the abundance of fresh veggies we have. They get shipped in every morning and it's hard to say no. I end up with a bundle of carrots because they look so good and I'm actually allergic to carrots."
Jimin mashes his lips together, trying to fight his smile. This guy is clearly flirting with him, and doing a poor job, at that, but he isn't doing anything wrong - yet - so Jimin keeps talking. " You do have an excellent selection Mathew."
" You can call me Matt."
" Friends and family nickname?"
" Typically, yeah. But it's reserved for cute customers, too."
Oh, Matt. Sweet Matt. No, no. Jimin has to force himself to hold back a laugh. " I'm flattered," he replies, trying not to be rude.
" So, what do you do for work?"
Safe topic. Jimin tells Matt about his advertising firm, and Matt stands there, nodding earnestly, genuinely interested. Somehow, the conversation turns into Matt writing down his number on a piece of paper and handing it to Jimin, just as Jungkook walks over with several bags filled with food.
" You ready, Min?" Jungkook asks, jaw clenched, his irritated stance. It's unbearably sexy, but Jimin isn't about to inform him of that. He's already annoyed that Jungkook's annoyed.
" Yeah, I was just talking to Matt here. He manages this shop, plus the one on the Main Street."
" Well, that's nice." His tone makes it clear that he finds it anything but nice.
" Listen, Matty," he says, sliding his hand into Jimin's back pocket, " We've got to get going. I promised my boyfriend that I'd make him dinner tonight. Right, baby?"
Jimin is mortified. What the fuck was that? He sucks his cheeks in. " You can get your hand out of my pocket, and then yeah, we can fucking go." He turns back to Matt. I'm sure I'll see you around again."
Matt looks horribly uncomfortable.
" Yeah, I'll, uh, I'll see you."
Jimin walks several steps in front of Jungkook the whole way back to the Jeep and they're dead silent on the entire way back to Jungkook's. Once Jungkook puts the car into park. Jimin jumps out, not bothering to wait for him to turn the ignition off, and slams the door so hard, the entire body of the Jeep shakes.
He's steaming mad, doesn't know where to go in Jungkook's house, doesn't want to sit down. He's standing in the kitchen contemplating his next move when Jungkook emerges, face stern.
" That's okay, I've got the bags," he says, face emotionless.
Jimin lets out a harsh laugh. " You're lucky I even came in the house, never mind help you carry your fucking bags."
" Most of this shit is for you!"
" You can fucking forget it! I don't want it. I don't want to be here! You were such an unbelievable asshole. Putting your hand in my fucking pocket, like you were claiming your territory. You might as well have just pee'd all over me, for fucks sake."
Jungkook drops the bags onto the floor. One splits open and he ignores it. " You were flirting. I watched the entire thing."
Jimin crosses his arms. " Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware carrying on a conversation and being polite qualified as cheating on you."
" Don't twist my words. You were flirting and I was right there and that wasn't okay. It's like I was invisible!"
" Okay, first of all, you can fuck off because I wasn't flirting, and even if I was, does that automatically mean that I'm gonna drop to my knees right there and suck him off?"
" Jimin, shut up. I watched you take his number. You could have said you were with your boyfriend, but you just fucking took it."
He might actually murder him. Slowly and painfully. " You watched him attempt to hand me his number, which i did not plan to take, and if you had given me a fucking second, you would have heard me say no thank you, that I was taken. But instead, you had to talk down to him like he was completely beneath you and then you basically mounted me in front of him, you unbelievable dick. God forbid I have a conversation with someone besides you."
Jungkook goes silent at that. He shifts awkwardly from his left foot to his right. He takes a deep breath. " You're right."