Tension//Jikook

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I'm writing this right after I posted the last chapter, so be grateful, bitches. And, see the chocolate? Mwahahah, imma gonna chomp on it as the comments and votes flow in cause my monthly 'best friend'(its my worst enemy I swear) is here and I'm particularly grumpy.

五月天
S.H.E.

XIV.

Jungkook nudged Jimin, who was staring blankly at the panel of the fast food restaurant. "What are you getting?"

"I actually have no idea. We haven't been here in like, a year. What's good?" Jimin laughed.

Jungkook shrugged a little. "Why don't we get different ones so that we can share?" (Right here I'd like to point out that in asian culture we share a lot of things with loved ones, especially food, in case you think this is weird.)

Jimin readily agreed, and randomly picked out one meal that looked good to him. They placed their orders and found a seat in a corner outlooking the city, yet was secluded.

They settled in their seats facing each other. They ate in relative silence, basking in each others' company and enjoying the sinful indulgence they probably only got to have anually. Halfway through their meals, they exchanged trays(my parents do this, and I'd really like to do this with my future partner)

When they had finished eating, they put back the food trays pike the good kids they were. Which was precisely when they got recognised, as they had pulled down their masks to consume the food.

"Oppa!" Two girls shrieked, and they looked at each other. They bolted, not before returning the trays, of course.

Hand in hand and laughing like madmen, they ran from what you could call sasaeng fans, as they were holding cameras and chasing them no end.

"Is your place closer or mine?" Jungkook called over the wind kissing their faces.

"Mine!" Jimin shouted back, as they attempted to widen the gap between them and their pursuers.

As a past ditch attempt, Jungkook pulled Jimin into a small street that Jimin had pointed out as a shortcut to his home. It was a dead end, which they scaled with the help of a few empty crates. Landing on the other side, they resumed running as the fans were not giving up.

They sprinted past many houses before reaching Jimin's house, which they prompty locked themselves in after retrieving a key under a potted plant.

They slid down against the rosewood door, hands still linked, and after a glance into each others' eyes, they burst out laughing, at how they look so frazzled, hair mussed up, cheeks rosy from the bite of the wind, and at the adventure they had.

"So, what's got you boys so worked up?" A soothing, yet roughened up voice said.

They looked up simultaneously, and from the way Jimin's eyes brightened up and perked up, you could see cat ears springing up from the mass of hair atop his head.

"Ma!" Jimin shrieked, rushing over to the lady leaning against the kitchen counter.

He hugged her tightly, and from where Jungkook stood(he got up) he could see where Jimin got his good looks from. The lady laughed a little, sounding a while lot like Jimin, squeezing him a little before letting go of him.

"Ma, this is Jungkook, my boyfriend!" Jimin enthusiastically said.

"Really? Pleased to meet you, I'm Jimin's mom, you can call me that too," Jimin's mom introduced, smiling a little.