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*whistle blows*
"And it's Jeju United again... Bagging the trophy with 4-3 win against Bucheon FC.."
The crowd was going crazy, jumping with excitement, fanchants soared through the stadium as Yoongi's face was on every screen for scoring the winning goal. They did it again this season. They won. Jungkook was looking at his team with admiration glistening in his eyes, they never let him down.
"Good game, Jeon.."
Jungkook felt nauseous at the honey dipped voice.
"Huh.. you too Park.."
"Next season it's gonna be my team, better watch out" Jimin smirked and patted on his shoulder as he walked away.
Jungkook felt Jimin's touch burn into skin, breathing erratic he muttered, "Fuck you Park Jimin.."
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Jungkook was called in by their manager to discuss some terms. When he was dismissed all the celebrations and howls had died down and in front of him stood the empty stadium. It was getting dark and chilly, he stood there inhaling the cold breeze. He hated Park so much that if he could, he would have knocked the living air outta him, he made him question everything.
"Don't wanna catch a cold Jeon.. trust me.."
"The fuck are you still doing here?"
Jimin huffed.
"Always so salty... Could have congratulated me on my hat-trick instead but no you chose to be a bitch.."
"Really? You want me to congratulate you Park? You are fucking deluded.."
"Oh yeaahh? Then throughout the award ceremony why could I feel your eyes bore holes into me.. I mean I know I am attractive.."
"Fuck you Park.."
"You wish Jeon.."
Jimin shoved past his shoulder, putting in his airpods and whistling. He loved the control he had on the younger, no matter how hot headed he is, he would always give in to him.
"Fucking dick"
Jungkook scoffed. He hated him with all his guts. The whole World knew. They were arch rivals and it's always gonna be like that.
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"You going to the party?" Taehyung prodded.
"Of course.. is that even a question.." Jimin giggled.
"You like to piss him off, don't you?"
"This isn't even about him.. there's gonna be booze and girls who even fucking cares about Jeon.."
"You do know that it's his party right?" Taehyung laughed doubling over.
Jimin was dressed to kill, sporting a black satin shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, exposing his collar bones as the black skinny jeans hugged his thighs and ass perfectly. His platinum blonde hair styled and set, smoked eyes, full lips.
"It's just a party no need to doll yourself up like model Jimin" Taehyung whined as he threw his shirt at Jimin.
"What you tryna do?! Striptease?" Jimin was chuckling.
"Fuck you Park."
"Yeah I get that a lot."
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Jungkook just knew Jimin was there as soon as he heard Hoseok howling.
"What does he see in him?"
"Have you seen him Jungkook?"
"Yes I have.. what's special?"
"Jungkook come on.. I know you hate his guts but you can't deny that he is one fine man.. "
Jungkook scoffed again.
"Look see these comments.."
Jungkook shuffled closer to peer at Yoongi's phone, as the later scrolled through the comments.
COMMENTS:
"Park Jimin is so hot that I can leave my girlfriend in a heartbeat if he looks my way.."
"That man has such an aura that it makes you swoon over him even if you try to resist.."
"I want him to punch me"
"He can sit on my face and I won't even complain."
"Okay I understand Yoongi I can't read anymore thirst comments.." Jungkook fake gags while his insides are making him feel silly.
"Damn I would have been on my knees if I weren't married .."
"Damn bro hold your horses" Jungkook downed his drink.
"Wow now you guys look like a couple" Yoongi was wheezing.
"Whaa-"
Jungkook noticed that Jimin's and his outfits matched, almost as if they had decided on twinning. He could see Jimin running his hand through his hair as he grinded against the girl on the dance floor. He was dragging his fingers up her arm, he hooped them around her neck and whispered something as he flicked his tongue against the shell of her ear which had her shuddering.
It was filthy. Jungkook could feel his mouth go dry as he thought about what other things his tongue could do. He rushed to the washroom.
His pants felt disgustingly tight and he was sweating, his hard on wasn't letting him concentrate. Jungkook had knew all along that he was fucked. One glance and he knew Jimin would be the end of him. He can't jeopardize his career for that guy. He hated Jimin so much.
"Fuck you Park... Fuck you.."
Jungkook murmured against the cool tiles pressed against his forehead.
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"Jungkook you okay?!"
"Huh.."
"Are you okay?! You look pale.."
"Yes I'm okay.. yeah.."
"Jimin left you this.."
Jungkook stared at the champagne bottle and the note stuck to it.
"Next season it's gonna be my team Jeon.. by the way you looked hot tonight.."
" Fucking dick..."
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