Bab 14: Chapter 12: An Apology Led To A Second Chance
There was an agonizing silence, fain exhales hovered above the air but neither male attempted to speak. In one corner of the couch, the writer was curled up in a ball keeping his distance from the raven-haired male who sat at the other end of the couch facing the older with a blank expression; he was staring at him lost in space, waiting to gather his words. "Talk." Jimin finally broke the silence wanting to end the stoic emotions that crawled upon his skin whenever he gazed into the dark chocolate eyes of the actor. Were his feelings ephemeral? He began to wonder if Jungkook's feelings were not meant to last. Chasing the truth was difficult for him in that situation, so he listened; it was what he needed to do to calm his disturbed heart, mind and body.
"My phone is dead." Jungkook spoke in a rather low tone, his right hand already searching through his pockets for his silver iPhone XR that was almost in crumbles. When he fished it out, he placed it on the couch so the writer could see it and he waited for a reaction. The whole phone was cracked, it wouldn't turn on, there were even missing shards from the screen. "After we arrived in Tokyo, my clumsy ass of manager accidentally tripped and because I lend him my phone for a call, it flew out of his hands into the road and a delivery man on a bike ran over it."
Jimin stared at the phone with a blank expression, a little empathy glistened in his pupils but he still kept silent; he thought Jungkook could've bought another one. "The SIM card was also damaged, I lost my phone number, my contacts, everything. I forgot your phone number so I couldn't text you." The raven-haired actor continued making the writer's cheeks fill with pink, as he was angered by the answers -or excuses- of the other male.
"iCloud. There's something called an iCloud account. Don't you have one? Jungkook, I-I..." Jimin was already stuttering and sighing to the excuses sent his way. He was already closed up to the idea of forgiving the male because even if he had given the other a chance to explain, his heart was slowly breaking. Because he would've forgiven him if he had explained the reasons for the call but there was just the big hurt in his eyes when he had noticed the red hickey in Jungkook's neck during the script reading previously in the morning.
"Hyung." There it was. Jungkook's voice almost held back a whine. His calling out to the writer with the honorific 'hyung' was a way of telling him how he meant it. "Don't you 'hyung' me! I don't even know anymore Jungkook! Do you know how that made me feel? I felt completely used this past week. And now, you want to come with the excuse that you forgot my phone number? You're an actor for God's sake. You memorize a whole script in two days, or even one." Jimin's eyes glistened and he got up from the couch. Emotions were getting the best of him. He grabbed the cushion beside him and aimed it at the raven-haired male.
"Hyung! Calm down!" Jungkook avoided the cushion by ducking down his head and the cushion landed on the floor behind the male. "Jungkook, I'm going to ask you something serious." The writer's eyes let small tears slip by as he breathed in and out. The actor nodded and waited for the question, he had a vague idea of what was going to be asked. And he already had the same answer he had given previously. "What are we?" Jimin finally asked what was going on between them. The chemistry and pull of gravity between them seemed to heighten in force after he asked because Jungkook immediately got up from the couch to approach the crying male across from him.
"I told you already Jimin-ssi. I fell for you at first sight." Jungkook's hands rose to clean the tears slipping down the writer's cheeks, but before he could touch him, his head was forced to the right. "You keep repeating the same sentence over and over again, yet you can't prove it. I told you, you don't know me Jungkook. And you even..." Jimin glanced down as his right hand collided with the actor's cheek. A loud slap sound resonated through the room and Jimin's mouth emitted a sob. There was a stinging sensation in Jungkook's left cheek that bothered him slightly. Was his cheek just slapped?
"You're a fucking liar. Get out of my home Jungkook. Don't come back here or I will call security." The writer's eyes glanced down as he slowly stepped back -refusing to make eye contact. "Park Jimin, What the hell?" Jungkook was about to take one step forward but the older beat him to it. It was like a switch had just flipped between Jimin when the actor spoke. He was already lowering the raven-haired actor's scarf to take a glance at the fading red-purple hickey on the younger's neck.
"Where did this hickey come from then?! Liar!" Fisting the same red scarf around his fingers, the writer gritted his teeth as he held back from shouting further at the male. "Oh Jimin..." Jungkook sighed and quickly held onto the writer's body before the older could escape. His lips brushed past the writer's left earlobe and he whispered, "You gave it to me one week ago but it still hasn't faded. Remember when you bit me hard trying not to moan?" In a seductive whisper, the raven-haired actor's hands travelled through the writer's waist.
"I bet you still have my hickey down here." Jungkook's right hand was about to touch Jimin's inner thigh but the voice of the writer stopped him. "It faded. This can't be mine! I don't remember biting you here." The writer's anger had slowly disappeared, he was starting to believe the actor but there were still doubts. A hickey wouldn't last that long, would it? "But you did. You really don't remember?" Once again, the raven-haired actor's tone implied his desire in having the writer.
"No..." The writer shook his head, and sighed. "I'm sorry." Jimin now broke down, he had been mad for nothing -excluding the excuse of the phone calls. "My favorite color is black. I'm an actor, Seokjin hyung was my coaching actor a few years back, my favorite number is four and eight, and I'm terribly addicted to the man named Park Jimin." Jungkook confessed as he attempted to calm the writer down. In order to please the older, he began telling small things about himself; never implying sex until he knew the older would completely be under his spell.
"My favorite color is yellow because it's supposed to be a bright happy color. I'm a writer, my works are well received by their audiences and my favorite number is eight because it's symmetrical. I learned that last one from a manga called Soul Eater back when I was ten or eleven." Jimin slowly chuckled, breathing pattern back to normal and lips adding jesters to lift the mood he created. "I think Death The Kid would be proud." Jungkook's mind suddenly acted and before he could react, he had said that sentence. What would his defense be? 'Once an otaku always an otaku.'
"He sure would hahaha." Before the writer could slowly part from their position, the raven-haired actor held him in place.
"Do you forgive me?" Jungkook asked.
"If I forgive you, what gives that you'll repeat this again? I told you already, right now, we don't know each other. We're co-workers, you're the actor of the movie of my book. You're a friend's friend. But we're not..." Jimin replied, hazy and hesitant to answer yes to the question. He wanted to avoid the same result, getting his heart broken. It wasn't easy, he wanted something different from what Jungkook would've expected, or maybe want from their whole 'whatever their attraction' was.
"Then be my boyfriend. That way you'll be sure." The actor buried his face against the writer's neck and his hand holding the older's waist slowly travelled upwards until he entangled his fingers in Jimin's orange highlights. "Will you be my boyfriend Park Jimin-ssi?" Jungkook's moist lips pressed against the writer's earlobe as the sweet whisper of his question travelled all the way throughout the writer's body. Like a collision of planets, the whisper created a huge wave of adrenaline to flow between Jimin's frozen body.
"Will you promise to take our relationship seriously and in depth?" The writer asked for an unfaltering answer that would finalize his fate with the raven-haired actor. It wasn't closure for his doubts, but more of an affirmation that their relationship would be steady, and not painful for either of them.
Jungkook gathered his breath and slowly let go of the writer's waist to cup one of his cheeks while his other hand was still entangled in the orange highlights. "Of course." He curved the ends of his moist lips as he responded confidently; a clear hidden smirk from the lion. He won, or so he was thinking for now. Jimin sniffed one last time before raising the tip of his toes and leaning his chin up closer to the actor's curled lips. Before their lips could brush against each other to seal their promise, the writer's turn to smirk arised. "Jungkook-ssi, Before I seal this promise, let me say this." Their gazes met in silence, the risen tension increasing drastically in foreshadowing for the next words that might come out of the writer's plump red lips.
"I'm going to give you a second chance, so don't break my heart because if this happens again, you'll lose my whole trust." Jimin's demeanor was calm, not desperate and his words described his feelings completely. He wanted for that something to be true and pure but in reality he was unknowingly staring up at the predator's dark eyes; dark in lust, dark in hunger, an emotionless dark and dark in a possessive manner. "I promise." Jungkook's curled lips puckered a little bit until they met the soft moisty plump ones of the writer. "Then I'm officially your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook-ssi." Whispered the writer before giving himself wholeheartedly to the raven-haired actor, trusting the male as he closed his eyes and accepted Jungkook's warm tongue to suck against his own.
The ride has just begun because an apology led to a second chance.
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