Jimin sips at his drink while Jungkook situates himself in back but before he can get another word in, the lights go out and the cheering starts. The crowd all jolts forward together at once, and Jungkook bumps into Jimin, his beer sloshing out of the cup.

" Ah, shit, sorry." Jungkook yells over the noise.

" It's fine," Jimin yells back. Jungkook jerks forward again, and more beer spills out. " Okay, now it's not fine."

Jungkook smacks him on the hip with his free hand. " Shut up."

After a few songs, the band plays one of their hits. At least, Jimin assumes it's a hot based on the reaction of the crowd. Everyone goes mental, jumping, screaming out, pushing, and once again, Jimin finds himself with Jungkook's front plastered to his back.

This time, though, Jungkook doesn't attempt to take a step back.

And Jimin doesn't ask him too.

Instead, he pushes himself back into it, living for the way Jungkook's breath hitches audibly over the band, and the way he reaches down to grip Jimin's hip, squeezing tightly.

He hadn't realised till this very moment that he was afraid of these feelings being one sided - if one can even call it "feelings" Jimin is still completely unsure if it's the intimacy he craves, or if it's actually Jungkook himself.

And Link was certainly no help.

He pushes himself back even further into Jungkook's front, his own hand sliding down to his hip, finding Jungkook's hand. Jungkook laces their fingers together immediately, dipping his head down to mouth at Jimin's neck tentatively, helplessly. Jimin lulls his head to the side, giving him more access, nearly desperate for it.

" Min." Jungkook murmurs, squeezing Jimin's hand.

Jimin force's himself to pull back and turn around to look Jungkook in the eyes. His gaze is firm and unwavering. Jimin nearly squirms under the attention. " Is this all in my head? Is it just me?" he asks. He doesn't elaborate.

Jungkook stares at him, his eyes moving across Jimin's face. " It's not all in your head, and it's definitely not just you." He doesn't offer more than that, either.

" Okay."

Neither of them attempt to move, and Jimin nearly forgets he surrounded by screaming, sweaty fans in a packed arena. Instead, he tries to focus on getting rid of the pounding in his chest and how dizzy he feels. He can't even blame it on the alcohol this time. There's no way he can pin this on one beer.

Eventually, Jungkook drags his thumb across Jimin's collarbone, making him shiver. " Wanna stay for the rest of the show?"

No. " Yeah."

He nods. " Good." Gripping Jimin's waist once again, he turns him around so they're pressed together once more, but this time, he wraps both his arms around Jimin, holding him tight.

Jimin's trainers are stuck to the floor, the beer and other unidentified liquids making it sticky. He has sweat dripping down his forehead. His throat is hoarse from yelling alongside the crowd.

And all he cares about is the man wrapped around him. And not just any guy.

It's Jungkook.

The show ends an hour later and they walk back to Jungkook's Jeep in silence, listening to the chatter going on around them. The car is also quiet with the exception of the buzzing cars passing by on the motorway. Jimin's window is wide open and he keeps his arm hanging out of it, letting the wind knock his hand down over and over again.

Jungkook pulls up in front of Jimin's house slowly, turning off the car once he's parked next to the mailbox, Jimin scrunches his brow in confusion.

" What are you doing? You never get out with me."

Jungkook shrugs. " I was gonna carry in Link's food for you."

" I can do it. You don't have to."

" I want to."

Jimin looks down at his lap and smiles. " Okay."

He waits for Jungkook as he unloads the enormous bag of dog food out of the trunk and they walk up the driveway together. And when Jungkook drops the bag to the ground, waiting for Jimin to unlock the front door, Jimin realises he's nervous. It's Jungkook, for Gods sake.

And that's the issue, isn't it?

It's Jungkook. His best friend. Whatever happens or doesn't happen will most likely change the entire dynamic of their relationship and fuck, if that doesn't scare him.

He pulls open the screen door slowly, the familiar creaking calming his nerves, and he turns to face Jungkook.

" Hey, thanks for coming out with me tonight."

Jungkook smiles. " Thanks for asking me."

Jimin looks down and then back up, evaluating him like he did in the Jeep just hours prior. Jungkook's suede shoes are damp from spilled beer, the wholes in his black ripped jeans have managed to expand in size, his grey Harley Davidson t-shirt is a shade darker under his armpits, and his hair is absolutely chaotic, flyaways taking off in every which way. He looks a mess.

He looks incredible.

" I hate your suede boots." Jimin whispers.

Jungkook's smile widens. " No, you don't."

Jimin blushes. " No, I probably don't."

They stand there quietly for a few moments and Jimin is beginning to contemplate his next move when Jungkook leans in slowly. Jimin's breath catches in his throat. He watches Jungkook carefully until their faces are too close together and his eyes begin to cross. Jungkook gently brushes his lips against Jimin's cheek, that's the only move he makes. And while Jimin has been kissed by Jungkook before, it's always in a congratulatory manner, or as a drunken greeting. It's never been this intimate, never been shared between them and only them, like a secret.

Simple, but intimate.

Jungkook pulls back, his eyes closed, eyelashes brushing along the top of his Cheekbones. When he looks back up at Jungkook, his bottom lip is between his teeth and his dimple pops out before his smile manages to.

Jimin feels like he can't breathe.

" Jungkook?"

His dimple stays put. " Min."

" That night at the bar. With Hobi and Tae. Did you have a date planned with that guy who gave you his number?"

He shuffles his feet. " I may have."

" Did you blow him off?"

Jungkook nods. " Yeah. You wanted to go out, so I called him when I got home and told him to forget it."

Jimin swallows heavily; can't force his mind to work and say what he's thinking. " Wanna come by tomorrow?" Christ, his face feels so hot.

Jungkook looks hopeful. " For dinner or something, maybe? I can take you out?"

He nods. " Yeah, dinner or something."

They leave it at that, open ended and teasing, almost. And that's what keeps Jimin tossing and turning until nearly three in the morning, cheeks burning.

No. This was definitely not a one time thing.