#cianary

jungkook stares. the boy in front of him blinks nervously at him. 

“why the fuck would you ask me if you could ask jimin out?”

“because uh… well…you’re always hanging around him and he seems to really care about what you think so…i guess…i just…”

inside, jungkook feels a hot flash of satisfaction. of course they had to ask his permission. jimin couldn’t be allowed to date just any sort of random trash. only the best for jimin, jungkook would make sure of it. which is why…

“no, you can’t date him. have a nice day.”

–

the second time, it’s a girl. jungkook blinks at her as she sits nervously down in front of him as he’s waiting for jimin at the library. 

“do you need something?” he asks when she doesn’t say anything, just fidgets in front of him. “you’ll need to move soon because that’s jimin’s seat.”

“i…um…what would you think of me and jimin-oppa dating?” 

jungkook’s face turns thunderous. “you’re what?”

“ah, not yet, not yet,” she amends quickly and jungkook relaxes a bit. “i confessed and he said i should ask you too because you’re important to him and he wants us to get along if we’re going to – “

“you’re not going to,” jungkook says, smiling. he looks past her and waves. “jimin-hyung, over here!” turning back to her, his smile turns a bit malicious. “you can leave now. like i said, that seat’s for jimin.”

–

by the end of the week, the news is spreading like wildfire through the school. to date park jimin, you have to ask jeon jungkook first. 

“this is ridiculous,” jungkook says to jimin during lunch. “i’ve been asked seven times just today if they can date you.”

jimin giggles. “and you didn’t say yes to a single one?”

jungkook rolls his eyes. “of course not.” he doesn’t see the way jimin’s lips curl into a fond smile around his straw. “four of them were too ugly, two of them were too stupid, and the last one…no. you can do way better than that.”

“maybe you should lower your standards,” jimin says. “i wouldn’t mind dating someone who wasn’t doing too well in math or ate gumballs after they’ve dropped on the floor.”

“the three-second rule is scientifically proven somewhere otherwise it wouldn’t exist,” jungkook replies. “speaking of which, can you help me with my calc homework later?”

“mm.” 

–

“why can’t i?” 

“because i said so,” jungkook says, daring him to go on. honestly, no means no, who did this guy think he was? jimin held jungkook’s opinion in the highest esteem and that was that. if jungkook didn’t like you, you had to go. simple enough to understand, right?

apparently not to this one.

“give me a good reason.”

“i don’t have to give you anything.”

“fuck this. i’m going to ask jimin myself. i don’t understand why you have to police everyone he talks to. he doesn’t belong to you.”

“yes he does,” jungkook finds himself saying. “he’s mine and you can’t have him. no one can have him, he’s mine.”

there’s a pause. 

“oh, i see,” the guy says. “wow. what a joke you guys’ve been playing. didn’t have to put up with all this bullshit if you guys were already dating. that’s sick.”

jungkook’s face goes bright red at the insinuation “we’re not – “

“we’re not dating,” jimin says, sliding into the seat next to jungkook. “i’m single.” he turns to the guy. “so, you wanna go get coffee over the weekend?”

jungkook turns to him in shock. “hyung?” he can’t help the betrayal that seeps into his voice.

“what?” jimin turns to him, eyes dancing. “is there a reason i can’t?”

“you can’t,” jungkook says, scarily close to whining. “because…because…”

jimin flutters his eyelashes. “because i’m yours?”

jungkook freezes. “that’s…” jimin hums, taking a sip from his drink. “that’s…”

“use your words, jungkookie.” jimin looks thoughtful for a bit. “or don’t.”

and jungkook’s never been good with words anyways so he leans in and smashes his lips against jimin’s. it’s clumsy and unprepared and more teeth than anything else but it feels so, so right and they don’t even notice the guy leaving with a disgusted huff. 

when he pulls back, jungkook stares blankly at jimin, wondering at what he just did. 

he’d always been a little slow when it came to these things, jimin thinks fondly, watching as jungkook processed his impulse action. 

“you’re mine,” jungkook repeats. “mine.” 

“she wouldn’t shut up about her ex-boyfriend troubles! i had to get her attention somehow? this letter is downright offensive. i am not a soggy, low-grade piece of onion skin. what the hell kind of an insult is that?”

yoongi hums, taking the paper. “that’s pretty creative actually. i like it.”

jungkook huffs and collapses onto the couch. “this is so annoying. when will my mom stop sending me on these blind dates.”

“probably when you actually tell her you’re gay.” 

“i already have!” jungkook’s eyes widen. “wait! hyung, you can pretend to be my boyfriend!”

“hell no,” yoongi says quickly. fake-dating someone when he has real, true feelings for that someone is not a good idea. ever.

“pleeeeeease hyung?” jungkook whines, tugging at yoongi’s sleeve. yoongi looks determinedly away but jungkook’s eyes are too big for his own good and yoongi’s going to murder whoever taught jungkook how to fake cry. “pleeease? i only have you.”

yoongi’s going to regret this. he’s going to regret this so badly. 

“...fine.”

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