Taehyung had decided to 'make Jungkook work' while he and Namjoon would do their research on Jimin.

"You'll already do the meet-cute," the crimson had stated when they had met for lunch.

"What's a meet-cute?" Jungkook had asked rather dumbly and had stuffed the Jjajangmyeon into his mouth. He had been late for lunch and could not attempt to be late for the next lecture. Their nervous system professor was known for reducing points at the next test for being late.

"The first interaction of the future couple," Namjoon had stated emotionless and had left Jungkook gaping. The Psycho Kim Duo had already determined his future.

Unbothered by his frown, that might have been difficult to detect with cheeks stuffed with noodles but still had to be obvious enough, Taehyung had continued to draw out the plan. "We just need to decide whether we use an active or a passive approach," the redhead had stated like he was following a manual, and Jungkook had felt more and more like this had been planned for way longer than the Psycho Duo would admit.

"How much interaction did you and Jimin have until now?" Namjoon had asked calmly while Taehyung had seemed deep in thought with fingers tapping his chin.

"None," Jungkook had mumbled over another mouthful of food. His contact with the beauty had been limited to looks from across the basketball field because he had been too shy for more. He might be a competitive asshole when it came to sports, but he was a scared bunny when it came to talking to strangers, and attractive strangers at that. Admitting this to himself had been hard.

"Then definitely passive," Namjoon had said, turning towards his crimson friend, who had snapped out of his seemingly deep but most likely peculiarly silly thoughts. You never knew when it came to Kim Taehyung. He could be either thinking about difficult equations regarding artificial intelligence or whether fish could see water when humans could not see air. The redhead's mind seemed to rate both with the same importance index.

But back then it apparently had been a clever thought. "We'll do it at the basketball court," the younger psychology student had stated and had looked very pleased with the idea he would not elaborate further.

So, now he was at the basketball field with the familiar crew of players and was waiting for something to happen. The only information he had received had been to help Jimin if necessary, and it had not sounded like he would like what was about to come.

Jimin was sitting on the stairs next to the field and was scribbling into his sketch book while his small hand occasionally reached down to his coffee. His forehead was wrinkled in concentration under the messy golden fringe whenever he looked at his sketch, and the intense stares he gave the players was making Jungkook's skin itch. He missed more than one chance to make a point because he was too distracted by the small blonde.

"Kook!" Yoongi, one of the non-sport-student basketballers, called out for him, and in the next moment the ball came flying towards him. But though the small black-haired was one of the best players Jungkook had ever been playing with, the ball missed him by several meters and flew with a force that was unnecessary for such a short pass.

Though, when he heard the pained moan and the clatter behind him, he understood what had happened and turned around in shock. The coffee Jimin had been about no sip on was now staining the white t-shirt and the small hands were clutching the right side of his beautiful face in pain. Jungkook was at the blonde's side before he even knew what he was doing.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly and tried to pull away Jimin's hands to see if he was hurt severely. Slowly, the older allowed him to tug away his hand and Jungkook hissed at the sight. A small cut was gaping at the blonde's cheekbone, probably from the sharp plastic coffee lid and the eyebrow was already bruising under the red smutch the hard ball had left.

Softly grabbing the elder's shoulder to hold him steady, he turned towards the black-haired basketballer.

"Yoongi!" he shouted over the field, but the other words got stuck in his throat when he saw Taehyung handing over a bundle of bills to the player. What the fuck had the crimson been thinking? This was so unnecessary. It would have been enough to make the ball softly bump against the drawing man's leg or something, but not cause him a bleeding wound.

Furious he turned back towards the golden-haired, making a mental note to kick Taehyung's ass later. "Can you get up?" he asked a little too harsh, because he still was trying to fight down his anger.

Jimin looked like he would pass out every second.

"Come on, I'll get you to the gym, then we can treat that," he suggested a little softer and waited for some words of consent or at least registration. "Jimin, can you hear me? Jimin?"

The small body collapsed, and Jungkook fortunately was fast enough to catch it before it hit the concrete stairs. Taehyung would so feel his anger at their next encounter, friend or not. This had gone too far.

But for now, Jimin was the most important matter. Gently, he pulled the unconscious body into his arms to lift it bridal style when the black-haired culprit suddenly came to stand next to him.

"Was it that hard?" Yoongi asked concerned and leaned over Jungkook's shoulder to look at the knocked-out boy. The other was not a bad person, Jungkook knew from their hours on the court, but the fact that he had injured someone for money had left an ugly scratch on his image of the older, and he was more than pissed by the thoughtless action.

"What were you thinking?" he hissed, quietly but not the least less intense than before, and seeing the other flinch was very satisfying.

"Uh... nothing really. I'm sorry," the pale player mumbled huskily.

"Get his notebook and bag and follow me," Jungkook instructed to make at least some use of the one who was at fault.

All the way over to the gym, he thought about how someone could be as stupid as to plan something like this when they normally were so smart, but he could not come to a conclusion. Maybe this was something about the hormonal nonsense the Psycho Duo had talked about. Hopefully this shitty plan did not require more physically intrusive actions, or he would have to give the two a taste of their own medicine.

"Can I leave?" Yoongi asked, once they had reached the trainer room of the gym and Jungkook had put Jimin down on the bed.

"Yeah, fuck off and spend that money," Jungkook growled and the other basketballer lowered his head and looked miserable. The hunched shoulders when the black-haired left pacified Jungkook a little and he took a deep breath to calm down. He had to treat Jimin now, so Yoongi had little importance to him.

Knowing every spot in the room from multiple occasions when he had been hurt during lectures, he got the cool pack out of the freezer and coated it in a thin towel and rummaged through one of the drawers to find a plaster for the cut on the smaller man's cheekbone. He applied it first after cleaning the wound and tried to close the gap with it, but it looked only passable. They would need a real physician to look at it. Then he pressed the cool pack to the swelling on Jimin's eyebrow, hoping to keep it a bay with some pressure.

For several minutes he just sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the pack to not cool down the forehead too much before pressing down on the now black mark again. His sweat that had felt nice out in the summer air was now making goosebumps rise on his whole body, but he could not leave until Jimin was awake again. He was owing him big for the damage his friends had caused.

Soft mumbles made him stop midmovement.

"Uh... hurts," where the first sounds that left the plump lips of the smaller, and Jungkook almost held his breath. He had been confident as long as he had been furious, but now that he was calm again, he felt the nervousness creep back into his chest at the sight of waking-up Jimin.

"D-Does it hurt badly?" he asked softly and tensed up completely when the cacao orbs fixated on him.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asked confused and left him stunned with the realization that the beauty knew his name. The older knew who he was though they had never spoken a word. How?

"Yeah," he croaked out and put the cool pack on the only table in the room. "Yoongi knocked you out with a ball, so I brought you to the gym to treat that cut," he said and gestured towards Jimin's cheek.

Carefully, the smaller let his fingers brush the plaster and twitched when his digits reached the black eye. Jungkook cringed with the older.

"You'll have to see a doc to check on that cut," he explained to the still dizzy Jimin.

"'m cold," was all the other answered and pulled on the front of his coffee-soaked shirt.

"I can borrow you one of my shirts," Jungkook suggested and stood up to leave for the changing rooms. "And I need a shower. Can you give me five minutes?"

Jimin nodded, so he pulled out a blanket from another closet and wrapped it around the golden-haired before he left for the showers.

"Nice," Taehyung's voice startled him when he stepped out of the room, and he jumped in shock.

"Shit, Taehyung!" he hissed through gritted teeth and whispered, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

The older just pulled him towards the showers without an answer and gestured him to do what he had come for, what was a strange picture given that Taehyung wore dress pants and a button-down with a tie inside a tiled shower room. But when Jungkook finally stood under the warm gush of water, the deep voice of his friend began to speak.

"You did fantastic," it said, muffled by the cabin wall.

"You did shitty," Jungkook retorted, "This was too much, and I'll kick your-"

"Let's make a deal," the crimson interrupted his ramble of hate-filled words, "You can punch the shit out of me once this is over, okay?"

Jungkook took another deep breath. "Fine. Prepare to suffer."

"Already so protective of Jimin," Taehyung mocked him in a sickeningly sweet tune, and he would almost have pushed open that door and knocked the redhead out right then and there, deal or not. Shit, he was aggressive today.

"Shut up and leave, if that's all you have to tell me," he growled and closed the tap to walk out of the cabin and get to his locker.

Taehyung followed him into the changing room. "Calm down. The first hormone we're going to induce is serotonin. It's a mood lifter and is poured into the system when you eat chocolate or fruits like bananas, strawberries and pineapple," the crimson explained fast. "Buy him a hot chocolate for a make-up, or something like that. Oh, and you'll give him the shirt you have been wearing today, not the spare one."

Jungkook tilted his head at the psychology student in distaste and confusion. Had the man been listening to everything he had spoken to Jimin? And why would he give the golden-haired a used shirt when he had a new one in his bag?

"The scent, remember?" Taehyung answered his furrowed brows, and he nodded slowly. Made sense. If he could believe in romantic movies, girls liked to wear their beloved's clothes to sniff on it. Jimin was not exactly a girl and the picture of the golden-haired sniffing on his shirt was rather disturbing, but he was just here to execute Taehyung's plan, so he would not argue with the older.

When he had discarded his sport shirt into the bag together with the rest of the sweaty clothes and had slipped into the fresh shirt and his jeans, he swung the special shirt for Jimin over his shoulder and walked back to the trainer room.

With steps as light as if he was floating, Taehyung vanished behind the next corner when they reached his destination and he looked after the crimson enviously. Would this become as much fun for Jungkook as it obviously was for his friend, or would he suffer until the end? Shaking his head at the elder's peculiar behavior, he stepped back into the trainer room.

"Here," he said when he held the plain white t-shirt out to the smaller, "Might be a little big and it's not exactly fresh, but it's better than freezing."

Gratefully, Jimin smiled at him and stripped off his own shirt. Jungkook swallowed hard when he saw the well-build body of the gymnast and turned away for the sake of avoiding a strange atmosphere. He would have not expected the smaller to be this masculine in build when his face was so soft. It was quite a weird difference, but unquestionably attractive.

"Can I get you another coffee as an apology?" he asked to stop his own mind from replaying Jimin stripping off his shirt over and over again, and for some reason sticking to Taehyung's stupid plan that would cost him money and not the Psycho Duo. Maybe he should negotiate about getting the money from them because it was their project.

"That's not necessary," Jimin tried to decline his offer, but Jungkook would not let him off the hook. If he wanted the proof, he needed to put some effort into the plan.

So, he turned around to face the smaller and tried another method. "Well, Yoongi won't exactly say sorry, so I feel like making it up to you," he explained, and realized that he genuinely felt like this was the truth. After all, it was partly his fault that Jimin had gotten hit so badly. Had he not agreed to the Psycho Duo's plan, this would not have happened.

"Thank you," the beauty said and smiled widely, but the wide grin was of short nature before it was replaced by a pained expression.

"I'd offer you painkiller for the headache, but they'll only make your cut bleed, so you better don't use them," Jungkook said and came closer when Jimin stood up from the bed and swayed softly. "Can you walk already?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks," the golden-haired mumbled and straightened out the creases in the much too big shirt. "It looks cute, don't you think?" Jimin then asked and caught Jungkook completely off guard.

"Uh...um... yeah, kinda, dunno," he mumbled nervously. Of course, this looked damn cute! He never would have guessed that seeing Jimin in his own shirt would mess with his head to this extent.

"Let's go then," he rasped out and turned towards the door to leave.

Silently, Jimin followed him, still looking pained and occasionally brushing his fingertips over the taped-up cut or pressing his hand against his forehead.

"The coffee will help with the headache," Jungkook said quietly. The concern for Jimin's well-being had overruled his nervousness what caused him to sling an arm around the smaller man's shoulders when he saw him swaying and tipping over to one side.

Jimin did not seem to mind as he leaned against his side for support and let himself be guided out of the building and towards the cafeteria. Strawberries and chocolate would have to make way for strawberries and black coffee, Jungkook decided and guided them straight to the coffee automates. He bought two cups and sealed them with those ugly white plastic lids that had cut Jimin's cheek and walked further towards the fridges where he picked a box of fresh strawberries and pineapple pieces for the Serotonin rush. He needed a mood lift as well after this nonsense. Who even got into situations like this?

Balancing the two coffees with one hand and holding the fruit box in the other that also guided Jimin, he led them outside again and found a place under one of the big trees where it was shadowy enough to not be burned by the relentless sun.

"Come sit down," he asked of Jimin and the smaller slumped down onto the grass and leaned against the trunk of the tree. "Here." And Jungkook handed him a coffee.

The half-lidded eyes of the golden-haired did not calm Jungkook one bit when he sat down across from the smaller, and neither did the silence.

"Drink up and the headache will become better," he promised concerned.

"Temporarily," Jimin mumbled weakly but smiled.

Happy that the other apparently was better than earlier, Jungkook smiled back and opened the lid of the fruit box. "Want some?"

Jimin just opened his mouth after he had taken a sip, too tortured by the headache to move properly if Jungkook read the pained expression correctly, so he took one of the strawberries and began to feed the smaller. When the soft lips brushed his fingers, a weird tickle went up his arm. Was this really happening? Was he feeding Park Jimin strawberries under the summer sun?

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