05 | Out of the Closet

                                    

                                          
You hadn't realized how heavily the two of you were leaning on the closet door until it was abruptly thrown open. You both crashed straight onto the floor.
                          


                          
You squinted at the sudden light, kind of pissed off. Jimin got up quickly and offered his hand to you. You grabbed it and let him pull you up.
                          


                          
Jin and Jungkook were absolutely crying laughing. Yoongi and Hoseok weren't there, so you assumed they had to go home. Tae seemed to have left too, which you felt bad about. He didn't seem happy about you going into the closet with Jimin. Jeni was also missing, thankfully.
                          


                          
You looked over at Jimin to see what his reaction to their laughter was. He rolled his eyes, and you immediately became aware of what a disheveled mess he was. A smoking hot disheveled mess, but still a mess. His hair was mussed up, his lips swollen, his shirt wrinkled. You became self conscious as you realized you probably looked the exact same.
                          


                          
You and Jimin stood there, impatiently waiting for the two boys to stop laughing. Jin caught his breath and stood back up, but Jungkook, being the less mature out of the two of them, couldn't regain his composure. You rolled your eyes, and you and Jimin helped Jin clean up the rest of the food while Kookie died of laughter. 
                          


                          
Finally, Jungkook got up, wiping his eyes and breathing heavily. Wisely, neither Jin nor Jungkook made any comments about you and Jimin's time in the closet, or about the way you two looked afterwards.
                          


                          
"I'll drive you home," Jungkook offered, and you agreed, never able to stay even a little bit annoyed at him for long. He was impossible to be mad at.
                          


                          
The three of you said your goodbyes to Jin. "Bye, Jin Oppa," you said. He gave you a big hug and kissed the top of your head.
                          


                          
"Stay safe, yeodongsaeng, and call if you need anything," he told you, and you nodded. Kookie hugged him and he and Jimin clapped each other on the back before the three of you left.
                          


                          
You stood there awkwardly on the steps before Jungkook took matters into his own hands.
                          


                          
"I'm gonna go get the car," he said, "I'll pull around in a second." You nodded, and he jogged off down the block, leaving you and Jimin alone on the doorstep.
                          


                          
"So.." you said, unsure of how to say goodbye to him after what had just happened.
                          


                          
The passion and expression seemed to have left his face when he looked at you, seeming nothing like the guy you had spent seven hot and heavy minutes in a closet with. 
                          


                          
"Don't worry about it," he said, waving a hand at you, "You don't have to get my number and call me in the morning or anything. You don't have to like go on a date with me because you feel bad. I don't expect that kinda thing like other guys." He laughed, but it was dry and humorless.
                          


                          
"But I-" he put up a hand to stop whatever you were going to say. You weren't even sure what to say. You saw apprehension and aching in his eyes, and you wanted to make it better. But when you took a step towards him to do something, anything, he stepped backwards and away from you.