Fireworks- First Aid Kit

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"Jungkookie!!! What the fuck are you doing in there? Masturbating?"

Jungkook eyes bulge wide open, hearing the rattle of the closed door knob in his room. Quickly he flings out of the bed and yanks over a fuzzy striped purple and white sweater. He ruffles his hair to drop on his forehead in loose curls and he looks one last moment to the mirror before opening the door.

Jimin is standing there, dressed in a purple football jersey with black shorts and sneakers, a duffel bag over his shoulders.

"Finally!" He exasperates and latches onto Jungkook's sleeve and yanks him out, "Today is my first home game and you are definitely not missing this up! You have been in this apartment since we started classes! Let's go!"

Jungkook stumbles after the man, finally falling into his own pace beside him and making it out of the dorms beside him. Thankfully the field isn't too far from the dorms, so it was just a mild walk with Jimin practically sprinting to catch up to Jungkook's long strides.

After that night that Jungkook met two of Jimin's fuck buddies, he spoke his concerns over the type of people Jimin is associating himself with. Obviously it didn't sound like a possessive move, more so an innocent request with big doe eyes and a worry pout on his lips. Jimin didn't have the heart to tell Jungkook no, so he considered cutting off the sex a bit. That's entirely what Jungkook didn't want, he just didn't want it to be with people who wouldn't take his feelings into consideration.

However, it seems like Jimin is more into the thrill so Jungkook just left it be. Jimin didn't like how Jungkook just brushed the topic aside and actually kept it to consideration regardlessly. For the first time in a while, it finally feels like Jimin has a decent friend, and he didn't want to just let that go so easily because of his habits. So he's just going to do his activities somewhere else outside the dorm.

So now, they're friendship seems really locked tight.

The pair finally arrived to the field, the bleachers entirely full of people just anticipating the game. It didn't take long for Jimin to speak a group of people that Jungkook has seen him with from time to time around campus. Jungkook didn't know them, didn't bother to care since he preferred being alone.

Guess today is his lucky day.

"Hey guys, this is Jungkook my roommate," Jimin introduces and glances at his phone, "Fuck I need to go to the locker room, wish me luck!" And he runs off before anyone else could even utter a word.

Jungkook stares off to where his roommate ran off too and then faces the group of people he was left with, a shy smile making it's way to his lips with a hand ruffling nervously through his hair.

"Hi."

The man with the beautiful feline eyes, raven black hair and cute lips is the first to twitch a smile to the tall male, "Hi, I'm Ten," and he pats the seat beside him, "Come, the game is about to start soon."

Jungkook studies the man, wearing black jeans with a grey hoodie, a welcoming aura with his smile alone. So with his own smile he sits beside the man, clearly not acknowledging the rest of Jimin's friends since they were too busy talking amongst themselves.

It didn't take long for Jungkook and Ten to blossom into their own conversation as the game started. Who knew that they would have many things in common; both major in art but Ten is majoring in dance. Find their favorite foods to be quite similar and their sense of humor fits each other so pretty well. For once Jungkook felt like he found someone he connected pretty well since he has stepped into this school.

Well Jimin is a different story.

Someone who's more like himself more to say.

Jimin and Jungkook are nothing alike.

Ten has this comfortable energy around him, yet he's not as naïve as Jimin. He's quite aware of himself and people, which makes Jungkook feel a little more loose around him.

"Wow, he's really good," Jungkook says in awe as he watches Jimin run as midfield wing across the field, moving his quick feet with the ball before passing it to the forward teammate.

"Jimin? Hell yeah he is!" Ten beams with sparkling eyes, "He's not the team captain for no reason."

"Maybe because he sucked the coaches dick to get that position."

Well fuck, who's the asshole that said that?

Jungkook had to take a moment to process the fact someone actually had the audacity to say something that disrespectful about Jimin before turning his head. For a moment, Jungkook forgot that he was sititng with the rest of Jimin's friends, only focusing on the new one here.

A pretty familiar one.

Ten snarls his teeth and turns his head as well, "Shut the fuck up Taehyung!"

The peach haired  male rolls his eyes, meeting Jungkook's line of sight. He narrows his gaze with hooded wide eyes, "May I help you?"

Jungkook stares down at this so called Taehyung, fighting everything in him to not slam his fist against his face or glare down at him to show his dominance. Instead, Jungkook purses his lips and looks at is hair.

He's not about to let someone talk down about Jimin when not too long ago, this guy and Jimin were hooking up in his dorm.

Out of all people, this Taehyung should be the last person speaking about Jimin.

"Maybe I would take you a little serious if you didn't look like the tip of someone's dick with that hair. If Jimin likes dick that much than I can see why he likes you, sadly with poor taste."

A loud comotion of screams and hollers echoes around them, more so around the whole bleachers since Jimin himself scored a goal at that exact moment. Taehyung's eyes are wide, staring unfazed into Jungkook's challenging gaze with his cold hard glare.

It's almost as if for moment the world justs stops around them. The game is faded away in the background, the screaming of people slows down and mutes against Jungkook's ears as it's sole focuses on them.

Just.... Them.

Jungkook's mind began to run wild on its own, quickly falling into his old habits from home in analyzing people he doesn't trust.

And he can pick up anything so easily with just a stare alone.

Jungkook's eyes studies the other man's face; drinking in his strong structured jaw lines and cheek bones, painted with a sun kissed golden skin, slightly darker from what seems to be a tan under the sun too often. Dark chocolate pools of brown eyes stares back into his gaze, not nerving a single cell in Jungkook's body to turn away. His eyes continues to invade Taehyung's skin with his stare, letting his eyes drop to his structured neck while the rest of his body is covered by a black t-shirt and a leather jacket.

Based on his body language, he's confident in himself.

But not confident enough.

Then Jungkook made a bold decision.

He lets his eyes trail all the way down, landing right to Taehyung's parted legs.

Right at the center.

And he smirks.

Taehyung twitched upon noticing that gesture, his legs slightly shuffling in his seat. Jungkook internally smirks to this and trails his seductive stare back up to Taehyung's body, now focusing on the most important part.

The tattoos.

Oh the tattoo of what seems to be like the roots of a tree stretching the side of his neck like a disease, trailing to his chest where it disappears from under his shirt. Then the tattoo below his eye, the words 'The Shadow Like Me' tinted there in bold for anyone to see. Then follows to study the tattoos on his hands. One specifically had the outstretch of angel wings, a feather on each finger as it trails down his knuckles and to his wrists where the rest hides underneath his jacket. Meanwhile his other hand held a dream catcher, holding a clock under it while the small hand of the clock trails out to his middle finger, where a sun is settled there, and the big hand to his ring finger, a moon designed there.

12:05.

What could that mean?

Not like it matters, Jungkook finished accomplishing his task: Making Taehyung feel as though he's transparent, and not see hidden as he tries to make himself appear.

Jungkook intimidated him, no doubt about that.

Jungkook's eyes then snaps back towards Taehyung's eyes, sending the curious man a hard look before turning back around as their moment suddenly breaks and time goes back in it's usual wavelength, clapping happily as Jimin runs around the field in celebration for his victory.

While the peach haired man still remain with his gaze sole on him throughout the entire game.

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