Bad boy jm good boy jk
Jungkook hears their whispers in the hall, he knows what they are talking about, but he doesn’t really care.
Jimin got in another fight again.
His boyfriend always seemed to be stirring up trouble, skipping class, and smoking one too many cigarettes. But, you know what, it didn’t matter to Jungkook, because he knew what was in Jimin’s heart and he loved him for it.
Jungkook steps outside the school building to see a familiar head of hair and someone’s back clad in a leather jacket he couldn’t forget the look of.
Jungkook goes to sit next to Jimin, close enough so that their shoulders were bumping each other.
“You got in another fight.” It was a more of a statement rather than a question.
Jungkook’s eyes are trained on the ice pack on top of Jimin’s split knuckles, a frown making its way to his face.
“But I have a reason okay? They were—”
The younger quickly grabs Jimin’s hands and brings them up to his mouth, kissing his injured knuckles.
“I don’t care about your reasons. I-I care that you are alright.”
Jimin’s expressions softens, a look that Jungkook tries to get out of him often.
“How did I get so lucky to have you?”
Jungkook laughs softly. “I don’t know, you tell me.”