Jungkook

He adjusted his jacket, and smoothed down the flaps before stepping into the small downtown bar. Pairing a long, dark trenchcoat with a white blouse, skinny black jeans and boots probably wasn't the best choice in clothing for a first date. However, Jungkook wasn't here to make a good first impression, and he certainly wasn't going to go easy on his date. He was here for one reason: to make a point. There was no such thing as love, and he stuck by his initial beliefs.
As he walked inside, he took note of the dark, low lighting with shades of red and orange, and he smirked to himself: such a seductive, secluded bar at the other side of the city. Jiwoo really did see him as some major league fuck boy.

The bartender nodded at him as he took a seat on one of the stools. "You wanting anything to drink?"

Should he drink tonight? Or maybe he should simply wait at the restaurant area. "No thanks, I'm just waiting for someone."

"A friend? A girlfriend?"

"A date."

"Really? How long you been datin'?"

Jungkook shook his head. "I've never met her."

"A blind date?"

"Yeah..."

"If she's pretty I'll give you something on the house."

He smiled at the bartender, who nodded back before serving a different customer. Jungkook settled in the stool, clutching his fist with his other hand while he listened for the sound of the door opening behind him. How was he supposed to know when he had met the right person? He never ever was nervous in any way, because Jungkook held himself with really high regards. With such an egotistical opinion of himself, and Jungkook was well aware of that, he found it rare whenever he did feel the fleeting feeling of nervousness.

So as the minutes passed, his knee started to twitch in anticipation, and he chewed the inside of his cheek.

The door opened again, and he sighed to himself when a sweet wave washed over him, and the stool besides him screeched as it was dragged out.
Whoever had just taken a seat besides him smelled....seriously nice.

"Hey."

Turning his head, he pictured a mental image of his date beforehand. Brown hair. Side swept bangs, a short red dress and heels. Pretty face. Long legs, skinny frame, and some kind of clutch. Smart mind, charming character. A charmingly average person. But he immediately frowned to himself as his eyes laid upon the person sitting besides him.

Pink hair. Long bangs, a blue-button up and shorts. Pretty face. Seriously pretty. And..."Are you...?"

His date nodded, his cheeks warm and pink against the paleness of his skin. "You're Jungkook?"

"Uhh-"

"I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."

"Wait...y-you're..."

"Hmm?" Jimin leaned towards him, his sweet smell fumigating his surroundings and inducing a cold sweat across his body. Beneath those pink bangs, wide-almond eyes stared up at Jungkook with such curiosity and intensity it sent the 22-year old into some kind of overdrive, and he stood up in his haste to rid of the hot chill climbing up his torso. "Are you okay Jungkook? Wait, you are Jungkook, right?"

"No! Wait, yes, I mean-"

Jimin frowned, before his expression was quickly replaced by a soft, glowing, crescent-eyed smile. And Jungkook felt his heart lodge in his chest. "So are you Jungkook or not?"

"Y-yeah..."

Where were his words? Why was his mouth failing him? The pink haired man stepped even closer, and Jungkook swallowed. Jimin's eyes were sparkling with something Jungkook couldn't quite make out, but the way he looked up at him in such an alluring manner had him leaning down towards those plump, luscious lips...Jumping back, he turned on his heel with a hand on the back of his heated neck, leaving his confused date behind him, to only rake his hands through his hair in panic outside of the bar.

Holy shit. Jimin was a man?! And he just tried to kiss him?! What was wrong with him?!

"Jungkook?" The door opened again behind him, and that same smell hit him the moment it swerved open. He felt a hand on his arm, and he jerked it away. The moment Jimin had touched him pumped up his heart, and sent a rush of blood to his head. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yes, I am," he managed to say breathlessly. Dammit, what now?

"Do you need to call someone or-?"

"No, I'm fine," Jungkook replied, as he paced back and forth between two steps.

"Is it me?"

"What?"

"Did I scare you?"

He turned to his date, who was peering up at him with big, circular eyes, and he turned back around. "No, I just wasn't expecting you to be...well, a man."

"Seriously? But that doesn't make any sense, Miss Seo said that you were bi?"

"She did?" Jungkook questioned, his shock now condensing into something more vile, something hotter and wrapped in rage. "The lying witch..."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen..."

Jungkook frowned, and he eyed the smaller who was clutching the hem of his sleeves and looking down at his feet. Then Jungkook found his eyes and voice suddenly softening, something which occurred subconsciously and unnoticed until after the words left his lips. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have known any better."

"But you came all the way out here just to be disappointed..."

"Y-you didn't...I mean, it's not like..." Jungkook pulled at his roots as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to carefully choose his next words.

"Jungkook?"

"Listen...it's not that I was disappointed or I'm not interested, I'm just...not gay."

Jimin frowned. "That literally makes zero sense."

"It does, it...it means...I don't exactly know, just... Look, I'm sorry but this isn't going to work."

The smaller raised an eyebrow, his little button nose scrunching up and making the other's stomach do flips. "So you're going to base this soley on my gender and ignore other things?"

"What other things? Listen, I'm not gay, I'm not into that kinda' stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

Jungkook chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning away from the smaller. "Why are you getting mad? Look I'm sorry I'm not a fucking fag but I can't change my sexuality."

"Oh my...wow." Jimin scoffed, folding his arms. "Okay I get it, you're not interested in men, but you didn't have to be that much of an ass about it."

"Me? YOU got all defensive just because I'm not interested in you!"

"Excuse me? The moment you saw me you were practically drooling! Excuse me for being observant!"

"No I wasn't, you're delusional," he scorned, chewing the inside of his lip to hold back his voice.

"Delusional?! You know what...this is fine by me, I'm pretty sure I just dodged a bullet anyway."

"Excuse me?"

"You seem like enough of jerk with your head too far up your ass to accept the facts, and you didn't have to be so rude! This was stupid..." Jimin turned and began stomping off away from the bar, but Jungkook followed and grabbed his arm. He was tired of people carelessly judging him without reason. First Jiwoo, now this stranger. "Yah, let go!"

"Listen to me-"

"Get off of my arm!"

"-you don't even know me!"

"Precisely! Let's keep it that way!" Jimin raged, tugging his arm free and making his way up the hill. Jungkook was in a daze, an irritated daze. There was no way he was leaving this conversation with him looking like the criminal, like fuck was he going to accept this kind of defeat. So again, he ran up to the smaller and snatched his arm. Jimin turned around with surprise and anger written all over his face. "What is wrong with you?! What do you want from me?!" Jimin almost yelled, his eyes darting momentarily past Jungkook's head and at passer's-by.

"You're making me look like the bad guy, and I don't like it."

"Because you just out and insulted me because I'm gay! I'm not interested in a homophobic...homophobic asshole!"

Jimin glared up at him, his cheeks red and his eyebrows cascading so far down it formed creases between his eyes. Jungkook was mad, he was, but he couldn't be...mad at the thing staring up at him with little sleeve paws at such a height. So he took in a deep breath, attempting to compose himself before he spoke once again. "Jesus, just... Look, I'm sorry I said that, I promise I'm not homophobic."

"Yeah right. Can you let me go now?"

"What, is that it?"

"What did you expect after spending all that time preaching about how you're not gay? And you're not even my type," the smaller scoffed.

"Hey-"

"Or anyone's type!" Jimin exclaimed.
"And let go of me," Jimin spat, tugging at his arm.

"Yah," he swore, pulling Jimin further towards him, despite Jimin's best efforts to free himself from his strong grip, "I can get anyone I want, anytime, anywhere. Don't insult me."

"Or what? You'll call me a fag again?" the smaller said, his eyebrow raised as if to challenge him.

"..."

Jimin whipped his arm away, before sprinting off down the street. Jungkook clicked his tongue as he could only watch the other move through the darkness, and his head twitched in irritation.

"Aish, what the hell..."

He took a seat on the edge of the pavement, rubbing his face with his palms as he tried to recollect his thoughts. What the actual hell had just happened? He had met one of the most...intriging people he had probably ever met, and they had clashed in more ways than one. What was his name? Jimin? Jungkook couldn't remember the last time he had become so...flustered. Out of place. He never allowed anyone to get under his skin, but what the fuck had just happened?

"AISH! What a joke...!"

He would be having words with Miss Seo the next time they met.

Serious, words.