JIMIN'S CAR

"I didn't think you were actually coming to pick me up." Sora glanced at Jimin, as he drove her back to his house. 

"Did you think I wanted your aunts address so we could have tea together?" He sarcastically scoffed, leading up to a moment of silence. Jimin glanced over at Sora, and gave her a faint smile. "You're really beautiful, Goddamn it." He quietly cursed.

Sora's eyes met Jimin's, but not a single word left her mouth. They just watched each other for a few seconds, until he gazed back at the road. "I'll crash the car, if you don't stop looking at me like that."

"Goodness." Sora briefly raised her brows. "Please focus on the road. I wouldn't want my eyes to be a cause of someone's death."

"It's too late for that baby." Jimin shook his head as he brought his hand to the top of the steering wheel.

"There you go again with the word baby." She loudly sighed. "Why can't you call me something a little bit more flattering?"

"Like?" He raised his brow.

"I don't know, maybe blossom or honey." Sora suggested as a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Hell to the fucking no." Jimin ruined the moment for her. "The only blossom I know is that annoying shit from the powerpuff girls, and only older men say honey."

"Why would you call a grown woman baby?" Sora began to argue. "I'm not crawling on all fours, I'm not wearing diapers, and I don't eat baby food!"

"Yeah, but babies are cute, right?" Jimin looked at her as she nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, so what?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"And you're cute, therefore, you're a baby." Jimin tried to defend his pet names. "At least I don't call you kitten."

"Kitten?" She scrunched her nose.

"Can you believe some people actually do that?" He shook his head in disbelief, before turning to the side with a chuckle.

"Men are weird." Sora pressed her lips together as she sank back into her seat. "Not you, you're fine."

Jimin licked his lips as he smiled in amusement. "I can't believe you just excluded me from that."

"What?" She furrowed her brows. "It doesn't mean anything, I just don't think you're as bad as those weirdo's."

"You don't think I'm weird?" He asked while still focused on the road. "I mean, it's a good thing if you're sticking with no, but I wouldn't blame you either way."

"Let me ask you the same question." Sora turned to him as she crossed her arms. "Do you think I'm weird?"

"Of course you're weird." He blurted out with no hesitation.

"Okay, then I'm changing my answer."

"You can't do that." Jimin softly chuckled. "You said that I'm not weird, so you can't take it back now."

"Fine, you're annoying then." Sora turned her face to the window, like a little child.

"See, you're a baby—FUCK OKAY." Jimin screamed out as she removed her hand from his arm. "Are you a fucking cheetah? How sharp are your nails?

"Sharp enough to kill you, so you better watch yourself." Sora warned Jimin as she gave him a piercing glare.

"Damn babe—I mean blossom." Jimin gave her a nervous smile.

Sora rolled her eyes, glancing out the window once Jimin pulled into the driveway. "We're here. How wonderful."

"How wonderful." He mimicked her voice. "Get your ass out the car."

"Are your parents even home?" She asked while slamming the car door.

"No, why are you asking?" Jimin smirked.

"Definitely not whatever you're thinking. I wanted to meet them." Sora straightened her blouse while she followed Jimin to the door. He grabbed a single key from his pocket and stuck it through the lock.

"Make yourself at home." Jimin yawned as he threw his keys onto the counter. "You know, what's mine is yours. The fridge, the couch, my bed— "

"I don't think that's what it means, but thanks for the offer anyway." Sora gave him a forced smile as she sat on the couch with her legs crossed.

"Seriously, what can I get you?" Jimin mumbled as he grabbed himself a can of Red Bull. "Water, some more water.."

"Is water all you've got?" She raised her brow and he slowly nodded. "Hmm, let's see.. I'll have a water."

"What a great choice." Jimin put his thumbs up. "I have a perfect pick up line for that." He cleared his throat. "I'm so thirsty for you, I'd consume you like a glass of water."

Sora gave him an unamused stare, and checked the time on her watch.

"That was a pretty good one." Jimin pointed at her, before using both hands to carry the drinks. "Here's your water beautiful."

Sora's cheeks unexpectedly turned pink, and she quickly lowered her gaze to the floor to hide the obvious color. Jimin pulled the tab on his drink, before chugging half of it down. "Oh shit." Jimin shut both his eyes before looking at Sora. "Damn, that's so cold."

She let out a faint chuckle, still facing the other way in hopes of staying hidden. Jimin lowered his brow once he noticed she was distant. "Sora?" He quietly said her name. Sora glanced at him with glistening eyes, completely still.

"You alright?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle.

Sora slowly nodded, innocently staring at Jimin as he lifted his hand to her cheek. Her heart began to race, but her mind wasn't functioning. It's like her eyes were attached to his, with a magnet. He licked his lips while slowly leaning forward.

The sound of the rattling doorknob started them both. Jimin nearly fell off the couch as he pulled himself away from her.

"I'm home." His mother called out as she walked through the door with grocery bags in her hands.

She set the heavy bags on the counters, and turned around half way, before stopping in place. "Jimin."

"Y-Yes?" He asked from the floor.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, still staring at them both with a confused look on her face.

"Just—sitting." Jimin glanced down and back up at her. "What are you doing?"

Her mouth was slightly parted as she just stared at him with a raised brow. "Who's the girl, Jimin.."

"I apologize for inviting myself over without your permission ma'am. My name's Sora." She smiled, while extending her hand. "I met your son at the Church down the block."

"Oh." Mrs Park raised her brows, while firmly shaking her hand. "You met Jimin at church?"

"Yes, Mrs. park." Sora nodded with a smile.

"Wow, and I thought he was just lying to me and going to strip clubs instead." She chuckled, while grabbing one of the grocery bags.

"Thanks mom." Jimin muttered through his teeth.

"You're welcome." She opened the fridge and began putting the food away. Sora quickly rushed over to the kitchen, and grabbed one of the bags. "Let me help you with these."

"Why, thank you." Her eyes brightened while she smiled. "Jimin, this girl is so sweet. How did you manage to keep her from running away?"

Sora turned her face as she nearly choked on her laugh. "I can't believe you just said that. You're so funny." Sora giggled with his mom like they were already best friends.

"Well, I'm glad you two are getting along, but it's time for me and you to leave." Jimin grabbed her shoulders and pulled her out of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry?" Mrs Park held her hands on her hips.

"What are you apologizing for." Jimin gave her a dumbfounded look.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To my room." He elongated the words.

"Oh no you're not." She shook her head, and pointed to the living room. "As long as there's a bed in your room, you're not taking any girl up there."

"Like that's gonna stop me." Jimin muttered underneath his breath.

"I'm a child of God, Mrs Park." Sora placed her hands together.

"Good job sweetheart." His mother cooed. "Jimin, you should be more like her."

"Come on." Jimin grabbed Sora's wrist and pulled her out into the backyard. "I have to talk to you, remember?"

Sora nodded as she sat down on the comfy outdoor couch. "Your family loves couches, that's for sure."

"Focus Sora." He snapped his fingers in her face, getting her attention away from the blue couch.

"Sorry." She crossed her legs and looked into his eyes. "What did you want to say?"

Jimin scratched his head as he sighed. "I'm really sorry for forgetting to meet you by the lockers last night. "It's my fault for getting into that fight with your ex boyfriend. I shouldn't have done that—"

"That was you?" Sora's eyes widened as her hand rested on his thigh.

Jimin slowly glanced down before looking back up at her. "Yeah, did you not see what went down at the game?"

"I heard about two guys fighting, but I didn't know that it was you and—wait." Sora lowered her brow.

"You fought Mason?" She blinked a couple times.

"Yeah." Jimin pursed his lips together. "I kicked the bastards ass too." He proudly boasted.

"Jimin." Sora grabbed him by the shirt. "Masons dad is Golden Valley High's principal."

Jimin stared at her with a blank expression. "Well fuck, we're all gonna die."

—

"It'll be fun, she said." Jungkook muttered as he rubbed his aching shoulders.

"I never knew that yoga could be so intense, did you?" Faye raised her brows in amazement. "It's really having an effect on my gluteus."

"I know you did not just say gluteus." Jungkook face palmed his forehead. "I don't know you anymore."

"All because I said gluteus?" Faye chuckled. "I just heard you use the word moist yesterday when you were trying to describe the weather.You should be cancelled after saying that one word."

"Not as weird as gluteus." Jungkook tried to shake the thought out of his head. His eyes caught onto a breakfast spot, the one that all his friends used to recommended. "You hungry at all?"

Faye looked down at her stomach, then gave him a guilty nod. Jungkook's eyes closed as smiled at her silliness. "How did I manage to make friends with someone as dorky as you?"

"What can I say? It's our fate." Faye placed her arm around his shoulder. "What is this place anyways?"

"I've heard a lot of good things about it." Jungkook responded while they waited for a hostess to assist them. "I guess we'll have to be food critics today."

"I suck at cooking, so count me out." Faye threw her hand out as she stepped back.

"Really?" Jungkook snickered as he raised his brow.

"I'm being serious." Faye shrugged her shoulders while he continued to smile. "You would think I'd know how to fry a decent egg right? In reality, the kitchen almost burnt down, and I was left with a piece of charcoal.

Jungkook snorted while he tried to keep his laugh quiet. He used both his hands to hide his face, but his chuckles were still loud. "Y-You can't be that bad."

"Oh, it's pretty bad." Faye pressed her lips together and slowly shook her head. "You should've seen me try and cook a turkey during Thanksgiving. I forgot to take it out the oven so the entire thing blew up in the kitchen. I'm not even kidding, even my grannie caught her wig on fire. It was pretty bad."

Jungkook's face was now purple as he banged his closed fist against one of the empty tables. Faye's eyes averted to the hostess approaching them.

"Guk." She nudged him in the ribs, but he just kept on laughing and laughing.

"Do you need an extra minute?" The woman tried to keep a straight face as she asked the question.

"I think we're actually ready to order—wait we don't even have a seat yet." Faye looked around the room as Jungkook's laugh became more of a silent one.

"This way ma'am." The friendly hostess nodded to them both as she began walking through the dining area.

Faye grabbed Jungkook by his wrist, as she pulled him behind her. She glanced behind her shoulder and playfully raised her brows. Jungkook enjoyed seeing Faye smiling like that. Something inside of him felt like it was his duty to make her happy.

He glanced down at the hand that tightly held his wrist, and a subtle smile crossed his lips. "Oh shit, we gotta sit next to each other, or else people will think we're on a date." Faye joked as took a seat inside the booth.

Just a couple weeks ago, it was Jungkook that'd be making those friend zone comments. Yet now he's the one receiving them. The truth was, Jungkook wanted this to be a date. So he pretended it was.