[Friday, November 1]

Jimin had no idea what he was doing.

There was no plan.

All he knew was that - even though he didn't really like Jungkook - when he was kissing him Yoongi was far, far out of his mind. Except for the brief period where he imagined, in the dark, that Jungkook's hands were Yoongi's.

He zoned out while his vocal student went through her vocal runs and exercises, nodded despite not really listening enough to give meaningful feedback.

Jungkook was Yoongi's roommate and basically his little brother. Jimin put his head in his hands.

His student paused in her singing, "That bad?"

"No- no! It's getting better." he checked his watch, "I think for next time, I want you to continue working on your vocal placement for these phrases," he gestured to the corresponding sections on the sheet music, "here and... here. You're doing so well."

The student nodded and marked the places he'd indicated with a pencil as he gathered his things. As he zipped up his coat, he moved the knit scarf out of the way - he'd never taken it off as he needed it to conceal the evidence of last night.

His student walked him to the door, "Thank you, Mr. Park. See you next week!"

Jimin took the elevator down to the lobby of the high-rise building, walked outside, unlocked his car, and sat in the driver's seat, finally disconnecting his phone from the charger.

He hadn't checked his phone since he arrived for the lesson and now he'd rather scoop out both of his eyes with a spoon than reread their conversation. Or the possible responses from Jungkook.

However, he didn't need to reread them. They were etched into his brain, branded there by the red-hot iron of embarrassment.

"you kiss all your 'friends'?"

"only you. if you want"

"Ughhhhhhhh," Jimin slumped forward, thumping his head on the steering wheel several times.

He had no interest in a relationship with this boy but he already knew that, if given the opportunity, he'd hook up with him again. It sounded terrible, but for fuck's sake he was twenty-four years old. He was entitled to meaningless arrangements once in a while. Which included friends-with-benefits. Fuck-buddies, if it got to that point.

... Which was why he was annoyed by the response he found.

Jungkook 🐰:

do you...

want to get dinner?

He didn't want to break this poor bunny, but if they continued moving forward Jimin knew it wouldn't mean anything to him. 

Jimin 🥀:

sure