A month passed since Jungkook stepped into Jimin's trailer. A Sprinkle of Love had completed filming and now all that was keeping them in LA were promotional photo shoots, pre-tape interviews, and YouTube videos of the cast. 

Jimin and Jungkook were distant again. Jungkook wasn't sure how to approach him anymore, what to say, how to act. So, he kept his distance despite the fact that his hand would twitch to his phone each time Hoseok sent a text or his eyes would trace Jimin's neck for any sign of a foreign kiss whenever he saw him.

His dreams weren't helping much either.

Jungkook started to party more, having to hide his own neck more often than catching a hickey on Jimin's own. After any photoshoot or cast interview, he called his friends around LA and went clubbing. The boom of music and the half-lit faces of strangers calmed his system, distracted him from the race of thoughts that plagued his mind. 

One night, a night he can only describe as having lost his mind, Jungkook drove down past Jimin's house. There was no purpose or mission associated with it. He'd simply gone out for a drive to clear his head and ended up on the street.

It was nearing dawn when he drove by, and he slowed down the slightest bit as the cozy house came into view. He watched with curiosity as that beautiful woman he'd run into a month ago walked by Jimin's house at the same time. She had a letter in her hand, staring at it as her grasp clutched around the paper. After a moment, she composed herself and placed it into Jimin's mailbox before walking away.

A neighbor maybe? A Fan?

At least it wasn't Seokjin or Taehyung. The only car in the driveway was the one Jimin came to set in. After that, he'd randomly find himself driving past Jimin's house every now and then, hand itching to check his phone for a missed call or text message that was never there. 

Then one day a major celebrity in LA was hosting a party. It was Jackson Wang's birthday, someone who was known for throwing parties in every fanfiction to ever exist that you simply couldn't miss. 

Cha Eun Woo invited him through an invitation of a French Model who had walked a runway in China with Jackson before he relocated to LA. That was how the party grew, a friend inviting a friend of a friend, who kept it going further. With the Sprinkle of Love cast flying home to Seoul in one week, it seemed like the perfect way to leave with a bang. 

Besides, Jimin was sure to be there. Maybe, maybe if they ran into each other, this time Jungkook would force him to talk. Maybe they could end it once and for all instead of this Hell the two have been in for the past month of stepping around each other. 

* * * 

"You look hot, trying to impress someone?" Lisa, a model and talented performer famous across Seoul and now the globe, said as she met Cha Eun Woo and Jungkook at the entrance of a lavish mansion. Four massive columns hugged the entrance where a half circle driveway with a fountain were illuminated in colorful lights. Music boomed from the inside and the roar of laughter and conversation pushed against the front door like a tidal wave against a wooden dam. 

"Might be." Jungkook smirked back, taking in the way her sparkly black dress hugged her tone figure. Lisa's hair was dyed blond still, styled in waves down to her back. 

Cha Eun Woo smiled at Jungkook, making a chef's kiss gesture with his hands at the loose dark blue button up Jungkook had on. It flowed around his body in just the right way to show off both his muscular arms, but the shear fabric allows his tattoos to pop underneath as well.  He wore black jeans with it, tight around his thighs and ripped at the knees that were tucked into chunky black shoes on his feet. He had a thin chain around his neck and one earring hanging from his right ear. His hair had grown out into a light mess of curls around his neck, 

He looked hot; he could admit at least that.

Cha Eun Woo slipped a hand around Jungkook's waist as they started towards the door.

"Anything ever happen with that maybe boyfriend of yours?" Lisa asked, mischief in her eyes. "Not to pry, obviously, but the last time I was supposed to see you, you ran off to talk with some boy. Didn't think you were one to ditch a party." 

The night Jimin had cried on the bench. "No... nothing came of it" Jungkook simply answered with a shrug. EunWoo and Lisa exchanged a glance and EunWoo smiled as they walked through the doors into LA's party of the season.

* * * 

The legend of Jackson Wang as Party Legend of the fucking Century fell anything but short. The man was a beast - a fireball of energy. Not only had he performed, being a notable singer himself, but got everyone he saw to dance or smirk or laugh. He flirted same as he breathed and created a warmth to the massive mansion like Jungkook could only dream to create. 

If he wasn't still hung up on Jimin, Jungkook would have fallen in love right then and there. 

The two of his friends stuck by him for most of the night, drinking shots and dancing. They even found a stripper pole in one corner of the house and took turns playing around on it as the alcohol swayed in their system. Lisa easily found a girl to make out with at any turn, causing chaos while EunWoo would smile and talk to Jungkook the second he saw his friend start to sway too deep into his thoughts. 

It was a release. 

At one point, Jungkook was having so much fun he forgot to think about Namjoon or Jimin. He danced with EunWoo, the man's hands on his waist, while laughing at Lisa's ability to make any single person she wanted submit to her just a couple steps away. 

At one point, Jungkook wanted to slide away to grab water. They'd drank heavily, his friends already both stumbling. EunWoo and Lisa jumped to go with him so that they wouldn't get lost at the massive party, but Jungkook didn't want to pull them away from their fun and told them he'd be right back. 

Still, they clung to him and as Lisa reached out for Jungkook, her heel caught on some spilled drink, and she fell roughly to the ground. Jungkook froze, reaching down to catch her but EunWoo was already there. There were tears in Lisa's very drunk eyes and Eunwoo sent Jungkook a reassuring look that he had the situation handled.  

So Jungkook swayed over the bar, ready to grab all three of them water, before an open door caught his eye. There were deep red couches that were low to the ground with layers of fabric hanging from the ceiling. It was lit in golden light and something like a sage scent circled around the room. He frowned, wondering how such a lush and private corner of the party could be so easily placed with in it, and began to walk toward the room. 

That's when he heard the laugh. Jimin's laugh. The sweet sound of him throwing back his head, eyes closing, as if it was his heart itself making the noise. It sounded slightly blurred, coated in a drunken happy daze. 

Jungkook rushed to the door, standing at the entrance where he saw at least six or seven people all sitting on top of each other in a drunken comfort. One women's leg over another man's lap as he stroked her leg lazily while telling a story to the rest of the group. Another woman had her arms around another woman with a curvy frame, whispering something into her neck while a man sat at their feet, drinking wine from a cup. 

"Want to join, pretty boy?" Jungkook heard one of the men say, the one sitting on the floor. His hair was a dark storm around his olive skin. Jungkook barely heard the words as his gaze landed on Jackson Wang himself sitting on the main couch, arm around a slender frame. His lips were kissing the neck of the man sitting next to him, sucking to add to the already formed marks of his neck. 

"Jimin." Jungkook breathed and Jimin's eyes opened slowly, drawing away from the ceiling and causing Jackson to grumble when Jimin brought his attention away from him and towards the newcomer in the room. Jackson's hand went to Jimin's chin, trying to bring it back to him and towards his lips, but even drunk Jimin's eyes warmed at the sight of Jungkook. Jimin smiled as if watching a sunrise. 

"Jungkook." Jimin said like the words were tattooed to his tongue. He smiled after he said it, reaching a handout for Jungkook to take. 

Jungkook felt his heart stop. He couldn't describe the feelings that rushed through him seeing Jimin sit around people who stared at him as if he was a meal. The marks all over his neck matched with that fucking terrible look of joy in his eyes when he saw Jungkook and all the empty bottles of alcohol at his feet. 

Jungkook could feel his feet take the steps towards Jimin, reach for his hand, and glare at Jackson's protest as he pulled Jimin off that couch and into a neighboring room. Jimin stumbled, falling to the floor on his back before Jungkook was on top of him, pinning Jimin to the ground the second the door closed behind them.