Mr Player//BTS FF

Chapter 93

He must be feeling lonely to not say miserable. Trapped in an environment full of memories of Seon and him and the love that he lost. 

"Hey...em...if you want, you could stay over tonight too...I mean Jimin would like the company and it could help your relationship soften a bit more..." You suggested once you two had found yourselves in the private space of the elevator and Jungkook showcased his surprise all over his face briefly but soon claimed that he liked the idea and you felt relieved, a smile reaching on your lips, for the first time in this day.

--Time skip---

Jimin was watching Tv laying on his couch when he heard the front door opening and his face lit up in excitement for he had been bored out of his mind all day alone in there and he had been awaiting your arrival.

"Y/n! Finally~" He chirmed as he hurried towards the door, with open arms, but his wide smile changed quickly to a shocked expression once he noticed that Jungkook was also with you.

"I am back. How was your day?" You replied casually as the two exchanged some murmured greetings and then they both giggled a bit, finding their awareness of each other, quite ridiculous. 

"I don't think you need me to tell you to make yourselves at home, cause this is more your home than it's mine. I will ask what would you like to eat though. I will order out." You announced, not planning to bother and cook anything.

"No worries Y/n, I already did that. I even set the table." Jimin's words surprised you briefly but you definitely appreciated his consideration of the fact that you come tired from work. 

"You are the best." You praised him with a smile and proceeded to make the motion of patting his shoulder but ended up just lightly letting your palm loom over it before passing by him, heading to the bedroom in order to change clothes.

Jungkook and he had proceeded to enter further inside the living room after that. Jungkook questioned him if he would mind if he was to stay over tonight as well, but he understood Jimin's response just by the way his face lit up.

"Are you kidding? Of course, you can. You can stay as much as you want. Wait, I will bring you some clothes to change so you can be more comfortable."He replied full of excitement and then tried to walk away but Jungkook's body quickly got on his path and stopped him.

"Wait, You can't go yet. Y/N is in the room changing." He reminded him and Jimin cracked a smile at him.

"It's fine. We have been living so many years with each other. You think we haven't seen each other changing clothes before?" He spoke matter of factly in a very nonchalant way because for him it meant nothing much, and then he proceeded to leave, but for some reason, that statement of his had left Jungkook feeling momentarily bothered.

He left an exhale to escape his lips as he made his way to the couch and took a seat, his eyes focusing on the TV while his mind had started its own trail of thoughts.

Memories of the times he had walked in on you changing started floating on his mind at first then it came back to that one time he literally had you change before him while he was seated on his bed. The image in his head made him start coughing a bit and his gaze started travelling around as if someone could tell what he was thinking about.

Some blood rushed on his cheeks as his mind proceeded to be his foe and bring before his eyes that night that he had convinced you to try and had trailed some kisses down your neck, while he had your body, underneath his.

The memory had him snap instantly back on his feet, as he had a mixture of anger over the fact that he was feeling flustered, veiling on his facial features. 

What the heck is wrong with my mind? Think of something else! Think of something else!

He urged himself inwardly before he proceeded to blame his brother for using words that had triggered his mind to bring back memories he shouldn't be having at all.

"How about we play some games after dinner?" Jimin's voice was what managed to snap him from his inner turmoil as he apparently was returning to the living room with clothes in his hands and you walking right behind him, already changed into your pyjamas. 

"Oh, why not? Can games do you have in the house?" He agreed without giving it much thought as he proceeded to get hold of the clothes that his brother reached out to him.

"Let's play that new one. The one you had brought some months back from Tokyo." You uttered as you recalled that game Jimin had brought which had remained unopened since then.

"Good idea. We could have some quality time over that. Namjoon Hyung had recommended it and I bought it. He said it was a lot of fun." Jimin added in some information and Jungkook just nodded his head, not that interested in it, then he excused himself to go change.

"Namjoon? That coworker of yours that was here right? I didn't know it was his recommendation."

"He has good taste. I guarantee you."

"Maybe we should call him over someday for dinner. We kinda owe that much to him, after all that mess. Plus I found that guy quite reliable. I like him." You and Jimin went on with the talk casually and your conversation accompanied Jungkook to the bathroom door that he opened and entered, facing his reflection once he had close the door for there was a mirror on the back side of it.

Strangely enough, unconsciously his face had morphed to displeasure as he faced himself, a slight irritation dancing on his eyes just as his tongue travelled around the inner part of his cheek while in his mind was ghosting only the last words that you had spoken. 'I like him'

His expression soon changed to confusion as his consciousness caught notice of the feeling that had crept in him without a reason and then he lowered his head and rubbed a bit on his forehead, brushing the unreasonable pinch of jealousy off as nothing important.

He proceeded to loosen up his tie and put it aside then went on taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt next, only to find himself looking at his reflection once half naked and abruptly in his mind, returning the image of you. 

The trembling sensation of your hands ghosted over his skin as his eyes fell close, bringing alive the feelings that you had awoken in him that night that he had asked you to touch him instead, and you had managed to leave your hands to roam around his skin, slowly and hesitantly. 

The memory had him crack up as he opened his eyes again, now finding it funny, how nervous and panicking you actually were. Now that he had his memories all back he understood better how cornered you basically were back in those days and for some unknown reason momentarily he found it funny.

"Ah...I sure was too much...but at least she held up really well. She never wavered." He murmured to himself but as soon as those words escaped his lips, another image crossed his mind.

That night that you had almost made out with him...your heartbeat was so loud and rapid just as he was...but he was supposed to have been a man in love with his so his heartbeat being a mess made sense. Those feelings weren't so prominent because it was you nor they were directed towards you specifically. Or so he had convinced himself.

There was no way that he could allow a part of him that had developed feelings for you to exist. And that was the reason why he had been so mad towards you immediately after he had regained his memories. But he was not mad anymore because such a thing was not true.

He had thought about it. He had rationalized it and broke it down. He had given it a logical explanation yet at that very moment as he gazed at his reflection, there was a voice at the back of his mind that was calling him...a liar.

---To be continued...