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Assistant: Title: Blind Switch
        Author: Charmander Charmander 
        Chapter: 1/14 
        Summary: When Jimin’s parents decide he needs to straighten out his life in order to earn his trust fund, they send him to his grandparents’ ranch where he meets prestigious horse trainer and jockey, Jeon Jungkook.Jimin has always gotten his way before, but Jungkook is used to working with anything and anyone stubborn, and Jimin may have just met his match.
        Contents: Chapter 1: A Blind Switch
    

    


      
        
          
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   A blind switch:  

   When a rider finds their mount pocketed behind horses and must decide whether to hope for an opening or take back and go around. 
 ~-~ Jimin feels the bass in the soles of his shoes more than he hears it, the pulse of the music vibrating through him. Sweaty bodies press in on every side of him, crowding him as he weaves his way toward the bar. He’s jostled left and right, his hand over his back pocket to keep his wallet from getting snatched while he’s distracted. Even with it chained to his belt for good measure, he doesn’t trust the sticky fingers in this place.He peeks over the heads of the clubbers, looking for a familiar face. He lost track of his friends somewhere along the way. He doesn’t find the one he wants, but he does see a head of long, black hair. Minjee. She leans against the bar, trying to talk over the music to the bartender, her skirt hitching up as she does.“Hey!” Jimin calls, giving her a smile as she glances back to see who’s talking to her. He reaches over and readjusts her skirt for her. She’s used to this, not even blinking. Jimin is probably the one man in this place that isn’t trying to f@ck her. “Where’s Joohwan?”Minjee looks back again as the bartender leaves to make her drink. “He left,” she calls over the music, leaning close so Jimin can hear her. “He said he told you that.”“Well, he didn’t.” Jimin huffs as Minjee turns to accept her drink, lifting the straw to her mouth. She looks at Jimin and shrugs, sitting back down. “He was supposed to be my ride home tonight.”“Get a taxi,” she says, taking another sip. “That’s what I’m doing.” She offers him the drink and Jimin shakes his head. He’s already drunk enough, his head spinning.F@ck@ng Joohwan. All of his f@ck@ng friends. They do this every time. They promise something and then they get sh@tfaced and forget, and then Jimin is left to clean up their messes and make sure their parents don’t see how they’re wasting away their trust funds. It’s always Jimin covering their tracks. One of these days it’s going to bite him in the ass.“Where are Sungho and Jae?” Jimin asks, leaning in again as Minjee sways to the music in her seat, still sipping away. She shrugs and he sighs. He swears to God if they all ditched, he’ll f@ck@ng lose it this time. This is the last straw with them.“I think they went upstairs,” Minjee tells him, her eyes on the DJ across the room now.“Upst—” Jimin cuts himself off with a growl, his eyes drifting to the staircase. Why the hell would they be up there? They didn’t get one of the VIP tables. If they’re up there, no doubt he’s going to be dragging them out before they get kicked out for good.He pushes his way through the crowd again. It’s always too busy here on Saturdays. He can barely see where he’s going, elbows nearly hitting him in the face a hundred times before he reaches the stairs. At the top stands a man, blocking the way, and he just knows he’s not getting past him. How his friends did, he doesn’t know, but somehow he has to make sure the idiots aren’t getting into trouble. Or rather, he needs to find out what kind of trouble they are inevitable already in.Jimin places one foot on the first step and, as if some higher power could see the wobble in the way he walks and decides to spare him, he hears a shout from above. He looks up, his already tired mind giving up at the sight of Sungho and Jaehyun on the second story balcony that overlooks the dance floor.“Alright, man! We’re leaving!” Sungho says, his words slow and slurred. He bumps drunkenly into Jaehyun, who shoves him away. They keep bickering with a bouncer escorting them towards the stairs.Jimin steps back, deciding to wait for them at the bottom as they stumble their way down, still cursing out the bouncer and shouting unintelligible words. God knows what they’re saying and Jimin doesn’t care. He just wants to get out of here and go home. His head is starting to hurt.“Jimin!” Jaehyun shouts as they reach the last step. He throws his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, but Jimin ducks away.“What the f@ck were you doing up there?” he asks, shoving his friend back.“Some girls invited us up,” Sungho says, then points at the bouncer. “But this pr@ck said we couldn’t be up there— Hey!”The bouncer smacks Sungho’s hand away from his face and Jimin braces himself. His friends’ tempers always get the best of them when they’re drunk. This isn’t the first time they’ve come close to getting banned for life.“C’mon. Out of the club. All of you,” the bouncer says, and Jimin rolls his eyes. He saw this coming.“What?” Jaehyun slurs, and then he and Sungho both launch into a barrage of insults at the bouncer, who shoves Sungho back.It all happens so fast, Jimin can barely comprehend it. One second he’s moving between the bouncer and his friends, and then a pair of large hands grab the back of his shirt and start dragging him. He sees his friends struggling with other men as they’re pulled toward the exit. He sees Minjee watching them go by, confused. Before Jimin knows it, he’s tossed out onto the filthy surface of a sidewalk, his friends stumbling and crashing down beside him.Grit and grime from the ground dig into Jimin’s hands and he wipes it off, grimacing at a dirty puddle beside him. Disgusting. He never should have let his friends talk him into coming to this part of town.Sungho gets back on his feet in an instant, rushing the bouncer with his fists. Jimin tries to scramble up to stop him, only to have the doormen move to block him. Jimin throws his hands up to let them know he won’t do anything, but Sungho’s fist collides with a bouncer’s head and then Jaehyun joins in. From inside, Minjee calls for them, trying to push her way out.It’s complete chaos, Jimin’s friends and the bouncers clashing, doormen trying to help, and clubgoers using the altercation as a chance to sneak in.Jimin grabs for Jaehyun’s shoulder, trying to yank him back. The hand of an unknown figure grabs Jimin’s shirt from behind again, but this time snags his necklace and yanks. It snaps, scattering on the ground, Jimin’s neck aching from the pressure of the chain. He bites down on his lip to avoid reacting to the pain and turns to see one of the bouncers.His eyes drift down to the busted necklace—that was one of his favorites—and he grits his teeth together.F@ck it.And Jimin throws a punch.  The clang of metal bars and the click of handcuffs is, unfortunately, rather familiar to Jimin. What he can never prepare himself for is walking back out of the police station with the disapproving gazes of his parents on him or the dead silence in the car on the way home.His head still pounds and his shirt has that post-club feel to it, sweat and spilled alcohol mixed together, though it’s dry by now. It just feels gross and stiff and he needs to change, but he can tell by the building they pass that his parents are taking him back to their house rather than his, so changing will have to wait.He’s 24 f@ck@ng years old. Why do they think they have any right to drag him around like this for a scolding session? He doesn’t need to be told what he did wrong like some dumb teenager. He knows. He just doesn’t care.Jimin almost feels like he’s still being escorted by police as he walks up the driveway of his parents’ house, both flanking him. They have always treated him like some high profile criminal. ever since he was a kid. This is normal for him, for all of them, even when they sit him down at the dining room table.They’ll have a long talk about how irresponsible he’s been, that he needs to be better, that they’ve given him all the leeway they can and they just can’t do it anymore. He’ll promise to change, they’ll say that’s good, he’ll go home, and the cycle will repeat. They have been through this a thousand times and the only one who learns from it Jimin. He learns how to be sneakier the next time. That’s it.But this time his parents stay quiet for far longer than normal. Neither of them look at him. This, admittedly, does make him just a little nervous. Usually they would have launched into their rants by now, but they just keep glancing at each other instead. It’s like both are waiting for the other to start and neither is willing.“Jimin,” his father starts, hands laced together on the table. “This is the third time this year.”Jimin nods. He doesn’t dare speak, knowing that will just set them off, so he just stares at the stark white walls of their home. It’s all greys and dull blues, white with hints of black and the occasional splash of green from their plants. He feels like he’s in an asylum every time he’s stuck here. His parents have never understand warmth.“Jimin, you can’t keep doing this,” his mother says. “We’ve tried so hard to give you a good life. Why are you throwing it away?”With a laugh, Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, sinking down in his chair. He rolls his eyes, head turned away so they can’t see. “I’m not throwing anything away. I just—”“You’ve been arrested three times this year. We can’t just keep paying your way out of everything. You dropped out of university with the promise that you would go back after a year, and you didn’t.” His father leans forward. “Jimin, we’re worried about you. You’re running in place. We care about you. We don’t want to see you fail.”Jimin sighs, still refusing to meet their eyes. This is different. They’re usually harsher. All they do is criticize him. Why are they getting emotional about it this time? All he can do is shrug. They’ll give up eventually and he can finally go home and sleep this headache off.“You were supposed to get your trust for your 25th birthday, Jimin,” says his mother, and he perks up at that. Supposed to? What does she mean by that? “But that was also with the promise that you would be finished with university and on your way to working at your father’s company. You have your whole future laid out before you. Why are you throwing it away?”Jimin almost wants to laugh. Why can’t they understand that he wants nothing to do with the future they made for him?“Well, my birthday is coming up. So I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I have my money.” Jimin gives them a false smile as he stands, shoving his chair back. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to go home and sleep. I’ve been partying for, like, 24 hours straight.”“Jimin.” His father points at his chair. “Sit back down. We’re not done.”With a sigh, Jimin sits again. He could just walk away, he knows, but he’s curious what they’re going to try to pull this time. They always have some kind of trick. It never works. Every time, Jimin leaves the house with a promise to them that he knows he’ll break. He does feel a little guilty but he doesn’t let himself think about it.He faces his father, ready to fake sincerity so he can leave sooner and maybe go home and drink himself to sleep. Hair of the dog and all that. He might as well just add to tomorrow’s hangover in order to sleep tonight. This night has sucked in every possible way.His parents glance at each other, his mother giving his father a nod. Jimin’s faces pulls down in a frown. Whatever they have up their sleeves, he doesn’t like it and his mind is already racing with ways he can charm his way out. He always can.“We’ve decided to revoke your trust,” his father says, and Jimin feels his eyes widening already. “We don’t feel comfortable handing you so much when you’ve done nothing but destroy your own life. We need you to prove that you can grow up and be responsible.”Jimin almost laughs again, looking between his parents and waiting for the punchline. It has to be a joke, right? “Grow up and be responsible?” he asks. “And how exactly do you expect me to prove that I am. Am I supposed to run a gauntlet or something? Do you have little challenges and obstacles I have to overcome? Do I need to take a test? And how can you just take the trust away? Can you even do that? Is that allowed?”He does nothing to hide the venom in his voice. This is b@llsh@t. They act like he’s the one who asked for the life they gave him when, in fact, he would have been perfectly fine living his own life, away from them. Now they punish him by taking away the crutch they had given him as if he asked for this? It’s all b@llsh@t. What exactly is he supposed to do to prove anything? Just the fact that he’s still alive and in contact with them should be enough.“Jimin, please—” his mother starts. “We just want what’s best for you. Maybe what we’ve been doing hasn’t worked. We thought giving you the resources you need and plenty of space was good. But you just abused that—”“Space?” Jimin interrupts, standing up again, hands planted on the table. “You think you’ve given me space? You’ve suffocated me since I was a kid.”“We just want you to spend this summer getting your life in order. We thought it would be good for you to reevaluate your choices and your friends—”“My friends?” Jimin whips around to face his father. “Are we really taking the whole ‘bad influence’ route? Am I f@ck@ng teenager?”There’s a slight gasp from his mother at his harsh language. His father won’t look at him.“We just want you to take the summer to go your grandparents’ ranch in Jeju—”“No!” Jimin snaps. It’s an instant reaction. Just the thought of facing his grandparents is terrifying. If his parents are this desperate to “fix” him, he can only imagine the lengths his grandparents will go to. “I’m not going to their f@ck@ng ranch. I’m a grown ass man, you can’t force me to—”“You will go or you will not get your trust and we will cut off your allowance, starting today!” his mother says, hand coming down on the table. Both Jimin and his father stare at her with wide eyes. She never raises her voice like this. She stares back at him. “You will do this, Jimin, because you have to. I don’t want to do it, but I need to know that my son has a future.”Dead silence follows as Jimin’s parents stare at him, stony-faced and stoic. They’re not breaking. They’re really doing this.No one speaks for a long while.And then Jimin snaps and starts shouting, unaware of the words that even leave his mouth. His parents stand up too, shouting back, arguing, fingers pointing. The whole table turns to chaos, a battlefield.Jimin hears something about “throwing your life away” and “this is for the best” as his fists clench atop the table. He can feel angry tears stinging at his eyes but he won’t back down. They can’t do this to him. This is f@ck@ng betrayal. They’re abandoning him and forcing him out of the only life he’s ever known. It’s cruel.He takes a deep breath as they continue arguing, raising his voice above theirs, “I said I’m not f@ck@ng going! I won’t—” The rumble of the car is hardly enough to calm Jimin as he slumps in his seat, fields passing him by as they roll closer and closer to his doom. In the distance he can already see the white fence of the Whispering Hills Ranch—his grandparents’ ranch—and he dreads it. This is Hell. They’re sending him to Hell.The car crawls to a stop at the end of a driveway, the gate shut. Of course. Jimin can’t even be lucky enough to have the driver take him right to the door. Of course they would forget he’s coming and not open the gate. If this isn’t a sign for how the whole d@mn summer is going to go, he doesn’t know what is.Jimin shuffles his way out of the car, the driver setting his luggage on the ground. Jimin doesn’t even have it in him to be annoyed about the inevitable dirt on his luggage now. He just stares at the house, the driver getting back into the car and leaving him behind. His last possible escape just drives away. He could have just gotten in the car and insisted on going back to the airport. What would his parents do if he just went back and refused to play along? They wouldn’t just throw him out on the streets.Just as Jimin is about to pull out his phone and call a new taxi, the front door opens to reveal his grandmother, Sungmi, waving to him, and Jihoon, his grandfather, following behind her. They look far too cheerful for two people greeting their newest victim.They look exactly the same as he remembers them, just a little older. Sungmi with her flowery summer dresses and a messy, grey bun atop her head. Jihoon with his thick-rimmed glasses, blue jeans, and flannel. They’re the perfect juxtaposition to Jimin’s dyed blonde hair, leather jacket, and the glitter on his shirt. It must look comical, the two of them rushing toward him in all their color, and him with his deflated ego, hunched in all black under the hot sun.With a deep breath, Jimin yanks up the handles of his luggage and drags it all haphazardly down the rocky driveway. He may have over packed, but there was no way he was coming here without his comfort items because, God, he’s going to need some comfort here.He forces a fake smile onto his face and ducks his head in greeting to them. No need to start off on a bad foot. Maybe he can charm them into taking it easy on him. Maybe they’ve missed having their little Jimin around so much they’ll just let him turn this whole summer into a mediocre vacation.“Hi, Grandma,” Jimin says, letting her pull him into an awkward side hug that he barely returns. Everything he does is halfhearted, even the handshake Jihoon gives him before patting him on the back. Faking sincerity isn’t so easy when he’s this sober. The alcohol on his short plane ride was nowhere near enough to get someone with his tolerance tipsy.“We thought you’d be a little later,” Sungmi says, leading him up the rest of the drive, Jihoon grabbing his luggage for him. They’re being nicer than he expected. Not that they were ever cruel people, but he figured the circumstances would have them acting at least a little more hostile. They’re supposed to whip him into shape, aren’t they?Jimin lets that thought drift from his mind, eyes glancing over the familiar old house. Still the same pale wood siding, two stories tall, the long porch that stretches across the front and around its right side. It’s not massive like his parents’ house, but he remembers it feeling like a castle when he was a kid. The ranch itself felt like an entire country.Now it just looks like a prison of green, rolling hills with a nice stench of horse sh@t.Jihoon heads up the steps first, opening the door. “Our neighbor is still visiting but I think he’s heading out soon. Your old room is ready for you.”Neighbor? No one ever said anything about a visitor being there. Who would they even have over? It’s only ever the ranch hands here with his grandparents, right? F@ck, Jimin hopes he doesn’t have to face some country bumpkin right now. Not after the week he’s had. All they ever do is make jokes about city boys. It’s tiresome.His grandparents keep chatting away as he floats lifelessly through the house, letting them guide him toward the kitchen. He feels dead inside, being back in this place. He hasn’t been here since he was a child, and back then he could always come up with an excuse to not work, pout and whine his way out of it, and they would let him because he was a cute kid.Now he’s an adult and he’s here specifically to work. He doesn’t know what they expect him to do, but it better not be mucking out stalls. Maybe he can convince them let him do some administrative work. It will be boring, but he can survive that.His luggage sits by the stairs, his grandmother ushering him into the kitchen and asking if he’s hungry. He’s not. What he wants is another drink, but he can’t ask them for that. Not in the middle of the day nor with the rules he’s sure his parents have insisted they enforce. He tries to reject her as politely as he can, but he knows it won’t make a difference. If she decides he’s hungry three hours before dinner, then he’s hungry three hours before dinner.“I’ll go check on Jungkook,” Jihoon says as Sungmi sets about the kitchen, gathering ingredients for God-knows-what.Jimin feels like his head is spinning, both of them rushing around him so frantic and excited. Jihoon leaving the kitchen and heading down the hall for the back door. Neither of them have a single ounce of chill. Jimin had forgotten about that. He wishes they would slow down for half a second. He’s too tired for this.From the hallway, he hears the back door open and shut, and then Jihoon exclaiming, “Ah, there you are! Everything going well?”“A little less aggressive today,” an unfamiliar voice says. Jimin’s ears perk up, curious. He’s not exactly excited about having another person crowding him when he’s tired, but at least it will give him a distraction while Sungmi fusses over food. Even if is some d@mn country boy. He has a nice voice, maybe his face will be even better. “He’s still wild, but I’ll get him there, eventually.”It’s been awhile, but Jimin can recognize that type of talk. They must be working on training a horse. A stallion, from the sounds of it. He’s a city boy, through and through, since he was a kid, but his deepest roots stretch all the way back to this ranch. He’s not entirely clueless, just mostly.Jimin glances at the door as Jihoon enters again, followed by a tall young man, his dark hair trimmed in an almost proper, preppy style, like he’s a schoolboy getting ready for a graduation picture. But he’s definitely not a boy. No, no, not at all. Jimin is intrigued. This must be the Jungkook they mentioned. The neighbor.He enters the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, a slight smile on his face as he discusses something with Jihoon that Jimin no longer cares to hear. Jungkook’s white shirt fits tight against a sculpted chest, the high collar accentuating his neck, suspenders clinging down the front of his body to well-tailored pants and tall black riding boots. He looks like he stepped out of movie, frankly. Jimin can’t take his eyes off of him.Jungkook stops when he sees Jimin, caught off guard for a moment, but then he reaches out. “You must be the infamous grandson,” he says as Jimin shakes his hand, eyes not-so-subtly dragging over Jungkook’s figure. His waist. Holy shit, he has a nice waist, and the cinch of his pants makes that all the more obvious. And his hands are strong, big and slightly calloused against Jimin’s. He wouldn’t mind finding out what it feels like to have those hands elsewhere on his body.“Infamous?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook smiles. It’s a bland smile, though, not quite reaching his eyes, and Jimin wonders if he’s just the type to have resting b@tch face or if he’s one of those guys who takes himself too seriously.“Yeah, I’ve heard stories.”Jimin bristles at that. What exactly have they told him and why? He knows he’s always been the center of the family gossip, but do they really have to go around telling random strangers about him as well? And why does this guy think he has any business bringing it up like he knows Jimin?“None of it is true,” Jimin says as he pulls his hand away from Jungkook. That’s a lie. It’s probably all true. He doesn’t have to admit to that, though. “I can’t say I’ve been fortunate enough to hear anything about you. Jung— What was it again?”The forced smile on Jungkook’s face returns as he gives Jimin a nod. “Can’t imagine a city boy from the mainland would have any idea who I am. You’re not exactly my target audience.”Strike one. City boy jokes. Jimin wants to scream. He looked so promising and he had to ruin it within the first two minutes of meeting. “Should I know who you are?” Jimin asks, brow raising at the other man as he crosses his arms. Whoever this guy is, he apparently thinks he’s important.“Jeon Jungkook. My place is just down the road.”“And what are you doing here?” Jimin asks, not a hint of friendliness in his voice. He doesn’t know what about this guy sets him off, but he doesn’t like him. Attractive or not, he seems smug and arrogant, and no amount of muscles or pretty dark brown eyes can make up for that. If he had kept his mouth shut, he could have been nice scenery during Jimin’s stay here. What a bummer.“Helping,” is Jungkook’s one word answer before he turns his attention back to Jihoon, who now helps Sungmi in the kitchen. “I should get back home, but I’ll be here tomorrow. Same time.”“You should stay for dinner,” Sungmi says, throwing her hands up, her eyes wide as if this idea is a revelation.Jimin feels himself gag at the thought of it, turning his frown on Jungkook, who also casts a glance in his direction. He looks a little taken aback. Jimin thinks that might be the first hint of humanity in this guy since he first saw him.“I— I really can’t impose like that—”“Nonsense!” Jihoon says. “Jimin, you can help us prepare dinner. We’ll eat a little early.”“I need to unpack—”Jimin’s grandparents talk right over him, telling him what to grab for them and what they’re making, instructing him when he’s not even listening. He just looks at Jungkook, so tired he probably looks dead. Jungkook stares right back. This wasn’t how he planned to spend his first day here. He was going to come in, unpack, lay down, and sleep until his grandparents were in bed so he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.Now he’s stuck cooking dinner for some rude, stuck up horse guy.There’s a flash of something in Jungkook’s eyes that Jimin can’t recognize as they stare at each other. He tries to puzzle it out but Jungkook remains so stoic he doesn’t know what to think.“You know what, I’ll help make dinner,” Jungkook says as he circles around the counter, back to Jimin now. “That way your grandson can get settled in.”If he didn’t already hate him, Jimin would thank him. But his grandparents immediately begin lavishing Jungkook in praise so Jimin figures that’s good enough. He gives Jungkook a glance, who looks at him from across the counter with what Jimin would expect to be a smile—like some sort of silent truce, like he’s doing this to get Jimin out of helping. But he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t frown, he just stares. His eyes seem to dart over Jimin like he’s sizing him up, and it makes Jimin recoil.What the f@ck is wrong with this guy?Jimin eyes Jungkook until he looks away, then slips out of the kitchen, grabbing his luggage on his way upstairs. He’s barely been here for ten minutes and he’s absolutely miserable. Now he has some weird horse boy ogling him, and not in a good way.This is going to be a long, long summer. Jimin mostly stays quiet throughout dinner, enjoying his food in peace and tuning out the sound of Jungkook’s voice as he chats away about horses and races and work. Jimin is interested in none of this. He just wants to shower, go to bed, and brainstorm ways to get out of working tomorrow. If Jimin is good at anything, it’s excuses and b@llsh@t. He’ll turn this d@mn summer into a vacation if it’s the last thing he does.He looks across the table at Jungkook, who seems skilled at faking big smiles and laughs when Sungmi and Jihoon talk to him. Jimin sees right through him. He’s arrogant, without a doubt. They seem smitten with him, though. Jimin doesn’t get it. He’s handsome, but that’s about it. Jungkook seems to have very little to no personality.And every time his eyes meet with Jimin’s, his smile fades. Like right now, as he stares across the table at Jimin while still speaking to his grandparents.“Thanks for having me,” he says. “Always nice to be able to go home and not have to worry about cooking anything for myself for once.”“Oh, you should take leftovers,” Sungmi says, already getting to her feet, despite Jungkook’s protests. She waves him off, making him stay seated as she heads for the kitchen for containers.Jungkook ducks his head, a slight smile on his lips like he’s trying not to laugh. It seems genuine for once. Jimin watches him, confused. Why does this guy spend so much time here? Why is he so close with Jimin’s grandparents? Who are they to him? How long has he known them? Jimin has so many questions and no answers. This guy is some freaky enigma and Jimin hates not being able to read him.He can always read people.“Well,” Jihoon says, rubbing at his stomach with a chuckle. Jungkook’s eyes snap from Jimin to Jihoon. “I suppose now you won’t have to do so much to help us out around here. With Jimin here, he can do most of that and you can focus on the horses.”Jimin almost balks at that, but he holds back. Jungkook’s eyes flicker to him briefly again, like he noticed that slight reaction, and Jimin swears he almost smirks. On Jimin’s other grandparents’ graves, he’s not going to muck out stalls or haul hay or whatever so long as he still breathes.If there ever was a smirk, Jungkook bites it down and replaces it with that same serious gaze he always has. His eyes lock onto Jimin’s as Sungmi comes back into the room. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Something tells me he’s spent a little too much time in the city and he’s lost a rancher’s touch. I’ll show him the ropes.”“You really don’t have to do that,” Sungmi says, and Jimin notes the desperation in her voice. She knows how stubborn Jimin can be, how he can test the patience of anyone and everyone who comes his way. She doesn’t want him to frighten Jungkook off.The corners of Jimin’s lips turn up in a smile as he challenges Jungkook’s gaze, refusing to look away first. In his peripherals, he can see Sungmi packing up some leftovers, casting nervous glances between the two young men and their staring contest.“I think that would be fun,” Jimin says before anyone else can counter the offer. It might be entertaining to mess with this guy. “You’re right. I’ve really lost my touch. For ranching, that is. I’m good at other things, though. More… personal things.”If his grandparents heard that, they pretend not to. Jimin keeps his eyes on Jungkook, a crooked smirk and a twitch of his brow to challenge him to make the next move.There’s the tiniest hint of something on Jungkook’s face, his eyes almost narrowing. Is it curiosity? Confusion? Intrigue? Jimin still can’t read him. He will eventually. He’ll break Jungkook down before this is over, starting with tonight. Jungkook can’t just smirk and brush Jimin off like this, dictate what this whole summer is going to be. He’s not the boss. Jimin wants him to know that now.Jungkook’s lips twitch into a half smile, this time unmistakable, and then he looks to Sungmi as she slides leftovers to him. “Thank you all for having me tonight,” he says, and Jimin can’t help but feel a little triumphant that Jungkook looked away first. “I should let you all catch up.” He takes the leftovers, giving Sungmi a grateful smile and a bow of his head, a silent thank you.Jimin frowns as Jungkook says goodnight to his grandparents, then turns to Jimin.“Would you mind accompanying me outside?” he asks, and Jimin wants to cringe at how formal he sounds. “We can discuss plans for work tomorrow,”Jimin almost laughs, standing up. “Sounds great.”“Alright.” Jungkook nods toward the door, leading the way after one last goodbye to Sungmi and Jihoon. Jimin wonders if his grandparents can feel the tension in the air and if they even understand it. Jimin isn’t even sure he understands the tension or why Jungkook seems to hate him without even knowing him.Jimin excuses himself from the table, following Jungkook to the front door. He hangs back, letting Jungkook open the door. He almost laughs again when Jungkook steps back to let him through first. This is either a power play or Jungkook is just weirdly polite despite his grating demeanor. Jimin can’t decide, but he lets himself out first anyway, arms crossed over his chest as he passes Jungkook. He casts a smirk over his shoulder at the other man, but Jungkook just stares back blankly.He looks out over the driveway, trying to guess which car is Jungkook’s. He’s banking on the big, black pickup.“You’re not exactly what I expected,” Jungkook says as he passes Jimin, focused on the leftovers in his hands. He heads straight for… the black pickup. Jimin gives himself a figurative pat on the back. He opens up the driver’s door, leaning in to set the food down before returning his attention to Jimin.“And what did you expect?” Jimin asks, still practically hugging himself, arms crossed tight. He tries not to over think what everyone might have said about him to Jungkook. He knows his family doesn’t like him, they never have, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother him, knowing that they complain about him to others.Jungkook shrugs as he leans back on his truck, mimicking Jimin’s posture. He crosses one ankle over the other and stares at Jimin, like he’s examining him. “I’m not sure. I just think that most of what you show isn’t real.”“Are you calling me fake?”“I’m saying there’s a facade you keep up and I’m not sure why you do it.” Jungkook lifts a brow at him, looking almost amused as he faces Jimin down in the dark, the moonlight showing just enough of his face for Jimin to study him. He still looks serious, his expression still mostly indecipherable. Jimin just wants to know what he’s thinking so he can be ready to counter it. He’s not losing this stupid game they’ve started.Jimin takes a deep breath, trying to act nonchalant, hip cocked to one side. “Probably best you don’t worry your little self with that. Let’s just get through this summer and never see each other again after, alright?”“Sounds like a deal,” Jungkook says as he pushes away from the truck, pulling the door open again. “Goodnight, Jimin. I’ll see you at 5 A.M. on the dot.”Any smugness on Jimin’s face drops away immediately. “5 A.M.?” he asks, staring at Jungkook’s back as he climbs into his truck. “Are you insane?”Jungkook shuts his door, leaning out the open window with a brow raised at Jimin. “That’s a late start for me. Why? Don’t think you can handle it?”“I can,” Jimin huffs. He shoves his hands into his pockets and squares his shoulders, defiant as Jungkook stares him down. If this guy thinks waking up early somehow makes him better than Jimin, then Jimin will show him. “I’ll be ready. 5 A.M.”“Good.”“Good.”Jungkook smiles another one of those blank smiles, but this one almost reaches his eyes. He seems to fight it down, puzzling Jimin again. Why does Jungkook try so hard to remain stoic? What’s his deal with never showing any hint of a single emotion? Jimin has met some strange people before, but never one so robotic as Jungkook. “Goodnight.”Jimin fakes a smile back at him, eyes narrowed. “Goodnight,” he says, stepping back as the truck roars to life. He wiggles his fingers in a sarcastic wave and he swears Jungkook smirks at that before backing out.Moving back to the porch, Jimin watches Jungkook as he leaves, watches the truck vanish in the distance and turn left down the road. A slight breeze blows Jimin’s hair in his face and he shakes it back with a sigh.It smells like animals here. It will only be worse tomorrow if he doesn’t figure out how to get out of this b@llsh@t. He has a feeling Jungkook won’t just let him shirk his responsibilities, so he’ll have to try harder. This is not part of his plan. Jungkook is not part of his plan.Jungkook. What a strange man. Most people wouldn’t have Jimin so worried about this summer. Anyone else and he would either be able to play them like an instrument or have them wrapped around his little finger. Jungkook doesn’t seem like he’ll be so easy to outmaneuver. He may seem like a soulless automaton, but there’s something underneath and Jimin almost wants to uncover it.He won’t. He’s not going to bother himself with that. That’s not what he’s here for. All Jimin needs to do is get through this summer unscathed. Messing with Jungkook probably isn’t the way to do that.But he’s curious. So, so curious. Jungkook has piqued his interest. Maybe figuring Jungkook out first is the way to make this summer easier. It could easily end up backfiring, depending on just how serious Jungkook takes this ranching stuff. But Jimin has never been one to not take risks.He just wishes he didn’t have to get up at 5 A.M. to start peeling back the layers.
  
  

    
      
        
        
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