Archive of Our Own

~ Please, listen to this song to get the full experience of how sweet this story is. ~

“Do you need any help making the tea?” A voice comes from the living room, where Jimin is sprawled across the couch of Jungkook’s apartment. Stomach full and body relaxed.

“No, I’m alright. You rest up.” Jungkook says, glancing over his shoulder, before storing away the food they had ordered through takeout. Still, he can hear the soft padding of Jimin’s feet against the floor. Jungkook smiles softly upon feeling arms wrap around his waist and the press of Jimin's forehead against his broad back.

“This isn’t helping.”

“I’m leading you, silly. Now, let’s go over there to the kettle so we can fill it with water. Come, follow my lead.” Jimin leads Jungkook toward the corner of the kitchen where the kettle is placed. Jungkook chuckles, too endeared over Jimin’s cute tactics as he urges Jungkook to follow suit.

“You’re heavy.” Jungkook jokes, displaying a grunt.

“You brat. It’s all muscle anyways.”

He goes ahead and turns the tap on, filling the kettle with water before placing it back and turning it on for a boil. Jimin raises one hand, stroking his neck. “You’ve cut your hair short.”

Jungkook nods, eyes crinkling. “Mmh, yeah. Felt like I needed a change. I was outgrowing the long hair era.”

“It’s nice.”

Jungkook snorts. “Is it, though? You always preferred the longer look more.”

“Ah, I can’t say you’re too wrong.”

He looks over his shoulder. “Is the short hair not pretty?”

“Of course, it is. You make everything look good.”

Jungkook lowers his gaze, eyes falling on Jimin’s hands, noticing the faint bruising against his knuckles. He reaches forward, brushing a gentle thumb across the skin, frowning.

“You’ve been boxing a little too harshly lately.”

“Oh? Nothing I can’t handle – besides, the trainer has been teaching me so well.”

Jungkook’s frown doesn’t disappear. “You still need to take care of your body. It’s all skin and bones, Jimin, so fragile.”

Jimin shakes his head. “I’m fine, I promise. It keeps me on my feet. Makes me float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.”

“Sure. That would apply if you were the greatest boxer of all time, and not an idol instead.”

With a light tap on his ass, Jungkook sends Jimin back to the couch, making himself comfortable against the pillows. Meanwhile, he gets busy with choosing two mugs from the cupboard of his choice along with two teabags of green tea.

Once the mugs are placed on the coffee table to let the tea cool for a bit, Jungkook takes a seat beside Jimin, who is scrolling on his phone. He sighs, feeling comfortable, and reaches aimlessly for the blanket that Jimin has draped over his body.

Jimin’s hand flies to his side almost instantly, causing Jungkook to raise an eyebrow in question.

He shrugs. “I don’t think it’s big enough to share.”

The blanket is, in fact, big enough for them both. Jungkook knows this very well because he himself had bought it for the occasion. To share. With Jimin specifically.

He keeps a watchful eye over him, observing his body language – close enough to know what was going on despite Jimin not uttering a single word out loud. Jimin had been so reserved the minute he entered his apartment hours ago. Now, he refused to share the blanket?

“Have you been sleeping okay lately?”

“Hm-mh” Jimin replies, not bothered to look up.

“Been eating fine too, right?”

Jimin shrugs, tugging at his beanie on top of his head. “Sure.”

Jungkook gives him a long look, sensing something else was at play. It wasn’t like Jimin to be so out of touch, especially after not having seen each other for a long period of time. 

“Can you take the beanie off, please?”

“Why?”

“Because you look like a sweet potato in fear of being sold. It’s just me here, Jimin.”

“A what? What does it have to do with me wearing a beanie?”

“Please?”

Jimin sighs, tugging the beanie off his head, revealing fluffy black hair. 

“Want to talk about it?” Jungkook asks, expecting the other to drop the phone and focus on him. Jimin doesn’t seem much fazed. 

“Talk about what?”

“You’ve been quiet all evening,” Jungkook replies, brushing a few strands away from his forehead, hoping to get Jimin to notice him a little.

Jimin shifts his gaze on Jungkook’s, abandoning his phone somewhere near his lap, finally looking at him. Even when they were having dinner earlier, the other had hardly paid attention to him, too busy with eating – which of course, Jungkook didn’t mind at all. He was happy that Jimin seemed to enjoy their dinner and even urged him to finish up his plate several times.

But this, right here, was something different. Something was off. Jungkook could feel it. 

“Good, now I have your attention.”

“You’ll always have my attention.”

Jungkook hums, trying to find the right words before speaking again in a gentle and soothing voice.

“This is the most you’ve said ever since you arrived.” He gently tucks his hair behind his ear. It’s getting long again, Jungkook notices. “Everything okay?”

Jimin nods, reaching for his mug before blowing it on a few times. He takes a careful sip. “Why wouldn’t everything be okay?”

“Well, you refused to share the blanket?”

“Do you want the blanket?” Untucking it from his side, eyes all curious and wide.

“It’s not really about the blanket, is it, Jimin?” Jungkook shakes his head. “How are you feeling? Like really, feeling?”

Jimin lets the mug rest on his lap, wrapping one hand around it for warmth. “I’m fine, Jungkook.”

“Jimin –”

Jimin rolls his eyes, unaware of how it might look to the other. “I don’t understand. You’re the one who has been bothering me to come over for the past month.”

Jungkook stares at him in silence, replaying Jimin’s words over and over in his mind. He suddenly feels out of touch, wondering whether Jimin would have preferred to be somewhere else than here. Had he maybe come off a little too strong in the past few months?

“Am I a bother to you, Jimin? You’re free to leave if you would like.”

 Jimin sighs, rubbing his fingertips against the ceramic gray mug. “Okay, you win.”

Jungkook frowns at Jimin's choice of words, panicking. He really doesn’t want Jimin to leave the apartment, especially not when he hoped they could spend the night together. “Have I been too much – with the vlives and stuff? You know how I can get at times, right? I just do it for fun, sharing my thoughts with armys.”

He inhales, feeling too self-conscious under Jimin’s prying gaze, which doesn’t make him feel less anxious at all. Did he really not want to be around him? They had given one another plenty of space with their tight schedules however time allowed them.

He tries again, putting a comfortable hand against Jimin’s lap, hoping it would provide some kind of relief for the other. “Sweetheart, let me in.”

Jimin chuckles sadly, lowering his gaze on to his mug. “You’re already in, quite deep actually, and I’m not sure if I can handle it.”

His mind is spiraling at this point and Jungkook has no idea which response is less dangerous. He withdraws his hand, creating space between them with a clear disruptive frown in place.

Then it hits him, completely forgetting his tea that he had made with such an effort. He had even cut out two slices of lemon, as well as some mint leaves to go along with the tea.

Granted, he had been busy with his own shoots and solo projects with flying out of the country far too many times than regular would surely wear one out but to him – seeing Jimin’s face was the highlight of his return each time.

He takes a shaky breath, heart beginning to race gradually. The lack of visits could only mean one thing.

Maybe their time together had come to an expiry date. Drawn out for far too long for any of them to take seriously at this point, forgetting how hard they worked on their relationship to reach where they were today. The hiding in hotel rooms, the careful touches and the clicking they did while growing up respectfully in the eye of the media – it all had come to an end.

No, this couldn’t be. Jungkook shakes his head, stubbornly refusing to believe the ugly realization. First it had been the news about the military enlistment, taking each member of their family, separating them one at a time to projecting their solo journey. Not sharing the stage with all seven members had been tough, too harsh on his fragile heart, only to be hit with this too?

Fuck, no!

Jungkook slowly gets on his feet, begins to pace the room like a maniac, ignoring the weird looks he got from the other. Then he stops, staring at Jimin with a devastating look.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks, voice small and incredibly unsure.

Jimin blinks once and twice. “What? Are you breaking up with me?”

Jungkook stops his pacing, throwing a look of confusion at Jimin. “Jimin, come on, be serious. I find you too endearing to let you go.”

“And what makes you think I would break us off?”

Jungkook inhales, brushing a hand through his short hair, realizing he no longer had wavy curls framing his face. He really missed them right now, at least that way he could hide his sad eyes behind his bangs. He rubs his face instead, hoping it would calm him down.

“Do you feel lonely? Is that it?” Jungkook asks. “I get lonely too sometimes.”

“I thought having Bam around would have helped you with that.”

Jimin too could get lonely at times, Jungkook knows a little too well. The only difference between them was the fact that he had Bam with him whereas Jimin lived all by himself. Even on tours, they were given separate hotel rooms in order to create some privacy and space for each person – however it never applied to Jimin. Some way or other, he and Jimin would find one another, sharing a room, a bed and later on, similar thoughts too.

“It does, yeah. Jimin, you’re not making much sense.”

“I’m sorry.” Jimin puts his mug back on the coffee table and shifting his gaze on to Jungkook. “It’s silly, really.”

“What is?” Jungkook prompts.

“Like I’m sitting here just now, thinking of all the things we used to do together. How we used to be before, like you and me. It’s been a while since we’ve seen one another because of how busy we’ve both been lately.” Jimin tries to explain, trying to find words that fit.

Used to, Jungkook catches. Past tense. The knife keeps twisting in his chest and he groans upon the mental image his mind lays out for him.

“It’s been a while, I guess, doing the typical things we used to do together like eating ramen, watching movies, have a bite to eat or staying in for your sake.” 

“For my sake? You make it sound like I forced you to stay in.”

Jimin shakes his head, burying his face between his hands. “Shit, I need to shut up. Tell me to shut up, please, so I can shake the nervousness off of me.”

“Look at you – getting all sentimental while breaking up with me,” he says with an annoyed huff, arms waving around, despite how much it was tearing him apart. “You probably realized how I’m not good enough for you anymore, grew tired of it all.”

Jungkook’s mind is a hazard at this time, feet still cascading against the floor, completely ignoring Jimin who’s still seated at the coach, probably unaware of his mini crisis he’s having.

Jungkook knew that many relationships weren’t meant to last in the industry where it was common to change partners far more times than the ordinary person would perhaps ever think about. It was one of the curses of entering a world like theirs, too busy working, always on the run and hardly having time for loved ones. They hardly saw their own families at this point.

None of the above ever made sense to Jungkook however. He cannot imagine letting go of someone he wholeheartedly loved and wanted to create something meaningful with the other. He considers himself to be very lucky in life. In fact, so lucky that he got to debut with Bangtan, lucky to be with his seven members who turned out to be more than family as years got by. Lucky to be with the guys for more than just seven years, lucky to find that one person he could love and be loved in return.

His chest tightens by how much love he still has to give.

Truthfully, he had always been a hopeless romantic, believing that true love was real. Now it seemed like it was about to shatter to the ground before his eyes.

“Did you find someone else? Someone you thought you clicked better with? I know you get dozens of music proposals wanting to collaborate with you, I mean who wouldn’t – you’re a sought after man but is it worth letting go of the bond we have? Wait a minute.” 

Jungkook stops midway, eyes round as he inhales and exhales, completely still at this point. He looks over at Jimin with a shocked face. “Is it Wonho?”

Jimin looks puzzled. “Who?”

“The big guy with the big ass muscles. You probably found him more handsome than me.” Placing his hands on his hips, Jungkook speaks in a pouty voice, eyes glanced downwards. “Frankly, I think I’m prettier than him.”

There’s a long pause to which he expects Jimin to throw himself completely flat on the surface, laughing. But none of that comes.

Jungkook raises his gaze once more, throwing an accusing glare at Jimin with waving hands. “You’re not even denying it with a ‘no, Jungkookie, that’s not true. I still find you more handsome’.” He says in a high-pitched voice, resembling a lot like Jimin’s – which if Jimin had paid close attention he would most likely be on his feet right now aiming to land a kick at his shin for the sheer disrespect because he does not sound like that at all, but unfortunately, Jimin’s mind’s a little occupied at the moment.

Truth of the matter is, Jimin’s not mentally present if he has to say so himself, failing to catch anything Jungkook’s implying. He hasn’t been his usual self ever since he stepped inside the apartment, engulfed in the scent that he missed so dearly from being apart for so long. Coming here had made him jittery – for a good reason too that still needed to be bought up on the table.

He just doesn’t quite know how to exactly. Jimin fidgets with his fingers that rest upon his lap. One hand raises to rub at the back of his neck, soothing himself.

“Oh my God, you’re not even denying anything I’ve just said.” Jungkook gets back to pacing the damn room again.

“I’m sorry, I…” He voices, desperately trying to find a way to break the tension.

“Park Jimin, I’ll have you know that this is the absolute worst way to break up with someone. This might actually be the one thing you finally suck at!”

Silence settles between them, making the room grow uneasy and uncomfortable. Neon lights dancing across the ceiling. He bought these colors, hoping it would soothe him and not feel so lonely at his apartment. Right now, they do none to his overbearing mind. Jungkook gives Jimin a look over and finally asks him.

“Why are you nervous?”

Jimin keeps fidgeting with his side of the blanket, avoiding his heavy gaze.

“You just said you’re nervous - why? What’s really going on, sweetheart?”

There it is – the endearment slipping past his lips like second nature. This was them. This was how they operated around each other with so much love and tenderness oozing from their heart. Jungkook’s soft voice is enough to calm Jimin’s messy thoughts for now – finally making him look up.

“This is going to sound very stupid in about two hours but I’ll gladly take all the funny jokes and embarrassment later. I’m very nervous right now and when I’m in that head space, I tend to mess up – you already know that, right? I’ve been nervous all day because I got you something I thought you would like.”

He removes the blanket aside to only reveal a small square box.

The fuck is this?

Jungkook cannot stop himself from speaking up because his mind is all over the place. “Jimin, you’re throwing me a little off guard here. Are you breaking up with your boyfriend while giving him an apology-gift? Are you really that kind hearted? Fuck, why am I even asking? Of course, you are – it’s you we’re talking about. The sweet boy who went back to return fifty cents to the police station when you were young.”

“How in the world is this relevant?” Jimin really wants to know at this point.

“Because you’re making me crazy at this point. What is really going on, Jimin?”

“First of all, I’m not breaking up with you. Can you just breathe for a second? Please come and sit down with me? I’m nervous too.”

Jungkook finally does what he asks, sitting in a way that he faces Jimin fully, both body and mind. He reaches for a pillow next for comfort and draws in a deep breath, so deep that his tensed muscles can relax a bit.

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

Looking at Jimin pulls his heartstrings. He looks incredibly soft with the blanket pooling at his legs, his pouty lips making an appearance.

“So, what did you get me?”

“I know everything is pretty confusing and messy but I hope after this it’ll make a little more sense of what I’m trying to say. Our time and effort can easily be replaced with anything in the world but right now all I want is you, Jungkook – and so, this is a little something I got for you.”

Jungkook hums. “We buy things for each other all the time, Jimin.”

“Not like this. At least, I don’t think we do it like this.” He fumbles with the box. 

He meets Jungkook’s gaze, inviting and so kind. Jimin puts the box between Jungkook’s hands with a nervous heart, a little out of breath.

“It’s blue,” Jungkook comments, voice mellower. Anticipation too high about what it could be. “It got a white ribbon on top too. Very fancy. It’s the kind of blue that only one brand has.”

Jimin nods, “Yes – it’s Tiffany and Co. I went to Busan for some time to meet up with my parents. I took them out for shopping and I thought to get you something memorable because I, too, have one.”

“Have what?”

Jimin gives him a shy smile, clasping his hands together, already feeling a bit safer in his company. “Open it.”

Jungkook tears his gaze away from his boyfriend and begins to open the box carefully.

“I know you don’t really need any more jewelry but I thought you’d like this.”

He opens the top and there he finally sees it. The thin gold band to fit around his finger.

Jimin cannot take his eyes off of him at this point, carefully studying how Jungkook takes it. “My mom really liked this one, so I picked it.”

Jungkook exhales, body too soft at this point. He doesn’t know what to say really. This wasn’t just a piece of accessory like he thought it would be. This was a statement. A statement Jimin wanted to make. Something he was confident in making not only to him but to the word too.

You are me and I am you equals to I’m yours and you’re mine.

Eyes glassy and voice low, yet Jungkook can only utter the one thing that makes sense. “Mama Park has great taste.”

“Well mama Park couldn’t stop talking about you. Jungkook this, Jungkook that. It was driving me nuts.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

Jungkook thinks he looks adorable while complaining cutely.

“Not my fault your parents adore me a little bit more than you.” He grins.

“I didn’t say they did.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“You say this because you like her food too much to say anything else.” Jimin says, feeling a heavy burden to be lifted off of his shoulders. He allows Jungkook to bask in the quietness of his mind to process what it is he’s really asking him of.

“She’s an excellent cook and I will show appreciation of her cooking skills whereas my poor mom would burn half of her food in the kitchen before it reached the table.”

Jungkook shifts his gaze back on the ring, admiring how it looked under the dimmed lighting of their living room.

“So, you never intended to break up with me?”

Jimin raises a gentle arm to cup the side of his jaw into his hand, caressing gently with his thumb. Big eyes staring back at Jimin’s.

“I liked you since you were a lanky kid, when we had nothing but hopeful dreams in our pockets. I fell for who you were and not just a face. The muscles are just a bonus.”

“Are you saying I’m ugly?”

Jimin gives him a fond smile. “You’re not listening. I’m saying, you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever come across and I’m so lucky to have you here despite all these years gone by brushing it off as a mere crush or something that was so far-fetched to ever become reality.”

Jungkook swallows down whatever it is that keeps pulling his chest too tightly. He presses a gentle kiss against his palm, letting him know he too feels lucky to be able to have him. 

“I hope whatever it is – whatever thought or trouble – whatever it might be, we can still work our way out of it.”

“Of course, Jimin, we always do.” Jungkook assures him.

“I would probably spend every hour with you if I could. Those vlives you put up, I watch them regularly and I’m occasionally hit with how endearing you really are. Your heart is so full of love and I cannot be luckier to be able to share the same love for you too. I’m sorry you felt like you were too much at times. You’re never too much, Jungkook – not to me.”

Jungkook shifts his gaze, finally getting a look at Jimin’s hand. His fingers are bare of any accessories expect one single gold band decorating his ring finger. The same ring he’s holding between his fingers and it tugs at his heartstrings. Gosh, how did he get this lucky? He lowers his face, hands flying up to tend to his stinging eyes. He swallows down a quiet sob, eyes beginning to sting before burying his face into his hands, too embarrassed.

Jimin squeezes his brows together, concerned and nervous. “Are you… okay with this? You don’t have to wear it if you don’t feel comfortable or not ready or whatever. It was just something I thought you’d like – or not. You do what you feel is right.”

Why was this man so cute? His gentle voice continues to speak and it makes it harder for Jungkook to breathe, his throat feeling tight as he swallows down his messy thoughts again. He’s too emotional and too high on the kind of love Jimin is showering upon him.

“Jungkook, are you… crying? Say something, you’re scaring me, baby. Did you not like it?” Jimin’s anxiety kept bubbling. Maybe he shouldn’t have to ambush him like this on his day off?

Jungkook however, gives him a nod not trusting his voice at this point to utter a single word because he just knows he wouldn’t make any sense. His face is still hidden behind his hands.

“I like it a lot, Jimin.” He finally says, voice low.

“Can I see your pretty face, beautiful? Please. It’s just me.”

Jungkook inhales, wetting his lips as he slowly lets his face come into view and he just knows he probably looks like a mess. Jimin’s fingers come up to wipe his tears away from his eyes, gentle and soothing. Always ready to take care of him no matter what.

“You want to guard what’s yours.” Jungkook says, sounding like a statement – and maybe that’s what it was. He finally understood where Jimin was coming from. How nervous he must have been, excited too while gatekeeping this somewhere close in reach at his home.

“Is it bad if I want to?” Jimin reaches forward, his fingers brushing against his hand.

“I want us to stay the way we always have been. I don’t want to change that, not now nor ever. I just want only you to know how I feel. Not the world, not the people or anyone else. Just us. Is that okay? Just like how I always want you to be a part of my achievement, I too would be happy with whatever you give me as long as you’re comfortable.”

“I would give you anything regardless of whether you ask or not.”

Jimin has always been a private person, Jungkook knows that – very much so in every way possible, ever since they first made an appearance in the limelight years back.

He would hold his achievement close to his heart, guarding them with careful hands, tucked away from people’s praying gazes of wanting to tear them apart.

Anything could happen at this point with their already grown popularity around the world. Jungkook understood very firmly because he too wouldn’t let anything come between them.

“I know you would. I guess, I want to be careful.” Jimin reasons, thinking hard to find the right words. “I’m afraid that what we have might disappear someday.”

Jungkook squeezes back, voice firm and gentle. “It won’t. I promise you that, Jimin. What we have – you and me – is going to last a lifetime. Trust me on this.”

Jimin nods, feeling warmth spread through his chest. He has really matured over the years, he notices.

“Would you like to put it on me?” Jungkook asks with his big Bambi eyes that melt Jimin on the spot. He nods with his familiar blinding smile.

Pulling his palm up, he watches keenly how Jimin takes the box between his hands and takes the ring out, the gold gleaming in the dimmed lighting of the room and slides it across his finger. Shy smiles are exchanged and Jungkook lets himself to feel the gold decorating his hand beautifully.

“I kind of feel like Thanos right now when he finally got all the infinity stones.” He says, causing Jimin to giggle out loud. In fact he throws himself on to the nearest pillows and it does nothing to stop Jungkook from continuing in a deeper cartoonish voice. “With the power from the cutie, sexy and lovely Jimin and his amazing parents I shall wear this everyday as a reminder of our true love.”

He snaps his fingers the next with shoulder shaking, a heartwarming smile escaping. “Ah, no way out now, Jiminie.”

“You’re such a dork sometimes.”

“You fell head over heels over this dork. Oh, look – we match.” He says showing their matching gold rings on their hands.

Jimin nods, calming down his laugher and moves his gaze on to Jungkook. It’s so endearing to watch how kid-like Jungkook could be at times and how quick he could switch from being the caretaker to a broad human with the kindest soul.

“We’ve come a long way, haven’t we? All the good stuff and the difficult, the ups and down with the company, members and us.”

“We have, yeah.”

“But it all worked through, right? We made it through.”

Jimin nods. “Yes, we did, Jungkook. What’s on your mind?”

“Move back in,” Jungkook says, feeling so overwhelmed and high in the love Jimin is giving him. “Sell the apartment or give it to your parents – or you can keep it to put up on rent. It’s not like you have much furniture set up at the place anyways.”

“Excuse me – I have plenty of furniture.”

“Only in the two rooms that you mostly use, the rest is pretty much empty. Move in, Jimin. I have space here and not only physical space but I have space in my heart too – this big,” Jungkook reasons, gesturing with his hands. “Bigger than yours and mine apartment combined. I’d say it’s a lot.”

“You’re too cute.” Jimin’s eyes crinkle as he pinches the other’s cheek softly. A sweet melody of a soft giggle echoes in the room.

Jungkook grabs his hand into his and puts it back on his lap with a look. “I’m being serious and you’re not letting me.”

“What did I do?” Jimin tilts his head, curios eyes staring back as if he had no clue. In fact, if the look told him anything at all, it was that Jimin knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’re talking about the old us. You moving back in here would make sense so we can go back to the old us like we want. Think about it – you’ll feel less lonely, it’s cheaper and more fun to be together.”

“What if –”

“No, what ifs. People live together all the time as roommates and what not. You shared your room with Hobi Hyung for the longest time.”

“True, but I don’t sleep with Hobi Hyung, do I?”

“Thank God for that.” Jungkook gives him a funny look, hoping it would lessen the frown on the other’s face. Jimin’s thinking too hard, he knows he is.

Jimin starts to pick apart a few loose threads from the blanket, eyes lowered.

Jungkook tries to catch his eyes, lowering his head a little closer. “You buy me a ring but you won’t let me buy us an apartment?”

“What if you grow tired of it?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m dying for you to come over all the time. I can barely shut up about you on Vlives. You really should tell me to shut up sometimes.”

Jimin hums, raising his head to stare back at Jungkook, the room awfully hot.

“Listen, we gave each other time and space to do our own thing. I get that – but now, I would like for you to stay. For good, this time. More than just a few days where you don’t have to bring your clothes over. I want our closet to be just the same. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours.” Jungkook shares, beginning to stroke his hand lightly.

“It takes a lot for me to grow tired from anything, let alone from you. I’ll take good care of you, Jimin. I’ll make sure you’re loved because the one person I know who deserves this kind of treatment, the one who worked endlessly and is just the loveliest person, then it’s you. I’ll never grow tired of letting you know, never sweetheart.”

“I think I’m about to pass out.”

“I’ll catch you,” Jungkook tugs at his hand, fingers still stroking against his skin. “I can do this for hours.”

Jimin inhales shakily and then a slow smile spreads across his lips. The kind of smile that has Jungkook feeling butterflies in his stomach.

“What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours?” Jimin repeats at him.

Jungkook presses his lips against Jimin’s bruised knuckles, leaving behind a promise. “Ours.”

“You sure, Gguk?”

“Hundred percent. The least I can do is show you how much I love you.”

“I’ll see what I can do next month.”

Jungkook nods, basking in the warmth for a little while. The thought of having Jimin greet him at the door after a long day already makes him excited. Or the idea of cooking him a meal to enjoy together while watching a movie. Tucked inside their beds till late nights, showering love to each other, slow and tender.

He exhales shakily, goosebumps spreading across his skin. 

“Come to bed with me.”

It’s a simple request. Their teas are long forgotten at this point. Yet for Jimin he can’t help but give him a certain look of doubt.

“To do what?”

Jungkook slaps him gently across the arm. “To sleep, Jimin. It’s like eight in the evening. We both could need an early night in for once.”

“Yeah right, with your young mind you would –”

“You’re literally just two years older than me.” Jungkook’s already on his feet, folding up the blanket to place back neatly on the couch at the corner. 

Jungkook stops midway and thinks for a brief second about something they talked about earlier. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he turns his body to face Jimin.

“You know, I worked really hard on this body.”

Jimin nods slowly. “It’s a beautiful piece of art, yes.”

“Hm, yeah – beautiful art for sure. I worked hard for you, though. All this right here,” Jungkook gestures waving a hand up and down, “is all yours. If you want a piece, you’ll know where to find me.”

Jimin hears the bathroom door close, the tab running probably busy brushing his teeth. Jimin slumps his body back with an exhale. He thinks about how nervous he had been all throughout the day, carefully cradling the box close to his frame in case he misplaced it somewhere wrong.

Getting a hold of the mugs, he drains the cold tea down the sink as he washes up and puts them on the counter close by to dry off. Wiping his hands off a paper towel, he shuts off the lights of the living room before making his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

A bedside lamp seems to be on once he gets inside the bedroom a while later and see Jungkook’s broad back come into view. Skin bare against the sheets. Dark ink on display. Messy hair and blinding smile.

Stripping down to his boxers only, Jimin climbs into the bed, warmth spreading over his body, which he welcomes with an audible hum

A cold palm gets in contact with skin and he finally meets Jungkook’s starry eyes.

“Hi,” he says, voice low as if he was telling a secret that only mattered to them both.

“Hi yourself,” Jungkook responses and lowers his gaze toward Jimin’s ring. “You didn’t take it off.”

Jimin shakes his head. “I wanted to sleep with it on.”

“I wanted to sleep with you.”

“Well, good thing is I’m here then.” Jimin responses. “Are you flying out tomorrow?”

“Not tomorrow, thankfully. The day after I am.”

Jimin raises an eyebrow, as if his mind was busy planning something. “So you’re free?”

Jungkook hums. “How about you? Got some work pending?”

“I’m free too.”

“I’ll cook something for us tomorrow.” He announces, staring lazily at Jimin.

“That sounds nice.”

“I’ll make some Ramen tomorrow. The kind you like.”

Jimin gives him a look, scooting closer while he basks his eyelashes at him and says in a light voice. “Will it be hot and spicy?”

Jungkook’s throat feels rather dry at this point. “No, yes. I mean, it’s Ramen. Food is supposed to be hot. No, actually, you know what, the food isn’t going to be spicy because you don’t eat spicy food, Jimin. It upsets your stomach.”

Jimin scoots back, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t talking about the food.”

“I’ll cook for us - like actual cooking in the kitchen.” Jungkook explains, causing Jimin to roll his eyes further. 

“Also, I’ve been thinking, once all the work and promotions are done, I want to take you out.”

“Take me where?” Jimin asks, listening curiously.

“Anywhere you’d like that would make you happy. A place where we can be us without worrying about who is around us.”

“I’m already happy, Gguk, despite you not getting my hint at all.”

They’re still against the sheets, none of them moving much.

“Jungkook, why are you naked? I thought you said you only wanted to sleep.”

“Why aren’t you naked?” Jungkook scoffs, feeling the material from Jimin’s boxers against his skin. “I serenaded you thoroughly, hoping you’d get rid of your clothes.”

“Serenaded me to just sleep with you?” Jimin snorts, eyes staring fondly. “That’s a new low, Jungkook.”

“Going to bed alone sucks, Jimin. Do you know what doesn’t suck? Going to bed with someone else.”

“Oh, just anybody?”

Jungkook gives him a grin, scooting closer. “No, not just anybody. It has to be the cutie, sexy and lovely from BTS. Heard he’s a real gem to be around.”

Jimin’s cheeks dusted pink with the praise. He twists the ring a couple of times. 

Jungkook glances at Jimin, sharing a look. “You want to take it off, right?”

“Yes,” Jimin exhales. “I’ve read it’s not very good to wear rings at nighttime, something to do with blood flow.”

“Got it,” Jungkook slides his own ring down his finger and holds an open palm to Jimin, who slides his own ring too. He then leans over toward Jimin’s side, completely covering his body with his own before stretching an arm enough to place their two rings in a small jewelry bowl on the nightstand.

Before Jimin knows it, Jungkook’s on top of him with a grin adorning his face.

“Jungkook –”

“A day off, huh? Look at us – that’s a rare sight.”

Jimin chuckles. “You don’t really think it’s a rare sight, do you? We rest and then BAM, there’s work that needs to be tended and interviews to conduct.”

“True but this is nice, isn’t it? We can have a lazy day in bed all day tomorrow. Sounds perfect to me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, we’ll just become too lazy to do anything else.”

“Why? Afraid you can’t handle me?” Jungkook jokes, flexing his arms.

Jimin notices and he can’t help but wet his bottom lip in return and says in a teasing voice with a twinkle in his eyes. “I’m not an easy person, JK – isn’t that what I told you?”

“No, you require special treatment. Don’t I know that already, sweetheart.”

Jungkook is beyond smitten at this point, laying in bed with Jimin and having him between his arms is a dream come true. He leans down, prepping small kisses upon Jimin’s skin, starting from his forehead, eyes, cheek and jawline down toward his neck and shoulder.

“Don’t ever stop. Promise me, you won’t stop smiling, laughing – being your happy self.”

“I will try,” Jimin nods. 

Jungkook searches for something in his gaze.

“Please – would you…” Jungkook inhales shakily, a need setting at the pit of his stomach.

“Yeah.”

“It’s been a while… Could we? Right now?”

It had been a while – a long while, actually, since they met up and had a chance to spend some hours together. Feelings and emotions were flowing freely and it never felt more comfortable than ever before to really look back at Jungkook’s starry eyes and soft smile just reserved for him. He used to call it: his-Jimin-smile. 

He leans down once more, pressing his lips against Jimin’s in a soft kiss. Jimin reaches up, to bury his hands behind his neck, stroking gently with a satisfied hum. 

Fingers attentively stroking his jaw, leaning back to catch a breath. 

“You’re so tenderhearted, Jiminie. I wish everyone could see what I see.”

“As long as you see it, I’m okay with that.” Jimin wraps his arms around his frame, lips brushing against Jungkook’s ear, causing shivers down his spine. He pecks a few kisses downwards, searching for a place to latch his lips onto his skin. When he finds the perfect spot, he begins to suck gently, causing Jungkook to moan. A sound that takes effect down south. Jungkook’s hips brush against his, hoping for some friction to relieve himself. 

Jimin giggles once he’s done, before swiping his tongue across to soothe the ache. Cheeks flushed and lips swollen, he looks absolutely beautiful against the sheets.

“You’re such a brat.”

“Now that’s not a way to speak to someone who’s going to let you in.”

It takes eight whole seconds for Jungkook to get the double meaning and he buries his face between the junction between Jimin’s neck and shoulder with a groan.

“You’re going to let me in.”

“Yeah, and I’ll be really nice about it too.”

“Fuck, Jimin. I’m too gone for you. You’ve absolutely ruined me, just like the first time.”

Jimin would rather not be reminded of a complete disaster from the past. “Oh god, please – you really want to talk about how horrible that went.”

“Don’t bad-mouth our first time. Sure, it was messy, but it was alright. I think it was kind of special.” Jungkook replies, remembering how nervous they both were entering something they’ve never done before, too high on feelings and what-ifs.

“Do you consider eating bread to be a special trade of yours?” Jimin jokes, throwing him a wide smile.

Jungkook frowns. “I wasn’t thinking of Osaka.”

“Ah, but you were thinking of Japan, correct?”

“Well, yeah – but I was actually talking about Tokyo. How can you forget Tokyo? I made you a four minute long video on your birthday.”

Jimin hums, fingers still running across Jungkook’s scalp. “Tokyo is pretty much in Japan and so is Osaka.”

“Are you listening to what I’m saying?” Jungkook asks after eying him up further. “Are you teasing me?”

“Is it a crime? I like seeing you all worked up and cute.” He giggles softly. “Maybe we should put on some music and relive our horrible experience with a new experience. Let’s even replace the bread with something else too.”

Jungkook attacks his sides, tickling Jimin a little before he squeaks loudly. Chest heaving with eyes full of love.

“You’re acting like it’s our first time, all shy and sweet, as if it’s been ages.”

“It feels like it has. Like it’s been months since we’ve seen each other,” Jimin stills, breathing in and out, diving into a clouded headspace causing the other to stare at him, concerned.

A sense of Deja vu fills his dizzy mind. Of the countless conversations after their dance practices, of rainy days and sunny mornings, of their shared beds and discovering many firsts togethers.

Of their concert in Osaka, mind opening to exploring new territories. A hotel room, filling the corners of soft-spoken words of some artist.

Of their much-needed break in Tokyo. Meaningful conversations being exchanged, a time to be carefree. Unsure and gentle touches between warm bodies. A bond built on admiration, trust and love. Deep, deep kind of love.

Tokyo had been a special place for them both – in more ways than just one. It was difficult to pinpoint every detail that happened on their trip into a simple sentence. Tokyo had been a place to visit and to rest their tired souls for working endlessly without any breaks or vacations. It had been the place where hushed promises were spoken loudly to one another. Promises he had made and kept in order to heal Jimin like had done so many times before for him.

Be it a simple message against his aching muscles or a comforted stroke of a hand on his lower back. He was going to be there for him in every way possible – because Jimin had been for him too in countless ways before.

Staying attentive on each other’s needs amplified the kind of love that was buried for one another. Time went on, their popularity grew and so did the insecurities and thoughts. Jungkook had wished for a world where they could just be themselves, to not wear a mask to say the wrong thing, not to be too careful to cause a headline the next morning. A world where they weren’t monitored like someone else’s property. They were human too – they deserved rest as well comfort and happiness.

Which is why, having Jimin here with him tonight means so much to Jungkook. They are both wiser now, older and in love. A bond built on friendship and admiration slowly evolved into something deeper, something more solid. Because Jungkook cared – because Jimin loved him back just as equally as he did/because Jimin loved him back just as fondly as he had loved him.

No more, Jungkook thought, caressing Jimin’s cheek. No more separation. 

“We’re here now. I got you. My lovely sweetheart got the best present for me to wear. So thoughtful and sweet. The best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”

Tracing the lines of his face, Jungkook watches how flushed Jimin looks. A sight he had imagined countless times of his lonely apartment before hitting the bed. Nothing however, could ever match what he was experiencing right now. A healthy blush running down his neck, spreading all the way to his chest and he has an urge to touch him – really reach out and touch every inch of his body.

Tearing his gaze away from his face, he leans down once more, tracing his skin with his lips all the while watching how Jimin aches his body, lifting – itching closer to his lips, deepening the need.

Fingers begin to glide down, so incredibly slowly causing tiny goosebumps and Jimin gasps again, this time louder. Jungkook wants to hear his voice again, loud against his ears. Hearing the kind of sound, he knows Jimin is capable of making, a sound Jungkook is solely responsible for. Drawing small circles upon his smooth skin he purposely avoids his nipple.

Jimin aches, body lifting off from the mattress with eyes shut tight and a low whimper escaping past his lips. Big warm palms stroking his skin, tender and gentle – never too harsh, never the intention to hurt him.

“Gguk …”

It’s probably all too much to have his hands all over him but Jimin’s isn’t complaining about that part. No, he just wishes he would touch him at the place he wants the most.

“What is it?”

Jimin exhales shakily. “You’re not playing fair. Touch me, please.”

He hums, eyes gleaming in the dimmed light. “You can handle it, Jimin. I’m sure you can.”

A palm brushed past his nipple.

“Still with me, sweetheart?”

Jimin nods. It’s been such a long time since they’ve seen one another like this, half naked with a yarning hiding behind each touch. It had too long since they kissed or shared their vulnerabilities to each other. It makes him uneasy, tugging at the sheets between his hands.

“Jimin?” Jungkook leans down, kissing the corner of his lips, concerned as his warm hands continue to slide over his skin, over his tattoo.

“Hyung,” his voice sounds small and pleading, buried deep in his neck.

Jimin gasps audibly, hands reaching up to stroke at the back of Jungkook’s neck, trying to be in the moment and not wanting to get lost behind the blinding illusion. It slipped so naturally from his lips, not used to hearing it when it was just the two of them.

“You were slipping away, Jimin.”

“Sorry.” Jimin says, meeting Jungkook’s gaze. 

“Mmh, it’s okay. We can sleep if you would like. We’ve got plenty of time to spend together tomorrow.”

Jimin’s heart swells by how thoughtful he was toward him, always so kind and always looking out for him.

“No - no, it’s fine. This is fine. I like this. - it’s just..”

“What is it?” Jungkooks asks. 

He needs Jungkook to touch him. Right fucking now.

“Now please.” He voices, low.

“What?” A palm still brushing against his skin, up and down.

“Touch me now, please.”

Jungkook grins. “I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me.”

“Fuck, I changed my mind.” 

Jimin pushes him aside, rolling their bodies and ending on top of Jungkook this time. He begins to sit up, straddling his lap while looking down at him as well as noticing the masterpiece he left behind

He’s quite satisfied by his art crafted across Jungkook’s bare skin. His neck is a little pinkish at a certain area.

“Do you like it?” Jungkook asks. 

“Adore it, actually.”

Jungkook swallows, heart racing and Jimin notices keenly as he presses a flat palm against his tanned chest. This time, it seemed like he was teasing him back, purposely going slow. His hand flies up to cover Jimin’s.

None of them speak, the room quiet.

“You were saying?”

“I take it back. I take everything back – Just touch me, Jimin. I’m not– I’m not going to last very long.” Jungkook blurts out. 

Feeling how fast Jungkook’s chest is beating against his palm, Jimin smirks knowing they’ve hardly touched each other at this point. Jungkook’s always been very sensitive, he lowers his gaze between them, sensing how the other was slowly coming alive between his legs.

Jungkook tries to push him back, but Jimin’s not in the mood for any of that to happen. Fingertips running across his broad chest again, Jungkook closes his eyes in delight – or torture. He can’t wait to love Jungkook like he deserves. Shower him with sweet compliments and make sweet, sweet love to him.

Jimin leans down, close enough to whisper into his ear that causes Jungkook to be still against the mattress. “You’d let me be on top like a good boy.”

Jungkook lets his eyes run freely over his breathtaking form, as Jimin leans back. No matter how much he had seen this man naked, under the sheets, in the showers or roaming the apartment half naked it still stirred something hot in him. As if being near each other wasn’t enough nor was it enough to just share a bed or sleep together. As if he had a sudden desire to paint his skin with bruises of his own, praise him endlessly for how beautiful of a human being he was because kissing Jimin just wasn’t enough. He needed to feel him, every inch of his skin he could touch, rub and squeeze. Lowering his gaze to his leaned chest, a tattoo decorating across his rib, to the curves and dips his body offered, strong thighs resting on each side of his lap as he allowed himself to take a moment.

A moment of checking out how magnificent Jimin looked in his natural self with no makeup on, hair soft and fluffy and lips swollen. Jimin, no doubt, looked splendid with make up on, but it had nothing on his irresistible bare-faced look. 

Something compels him to let him know that whatever fool he had made of himself earlier wasn’t entirely his fault.

“Don’t tease me about this later, okay.” Jungkook requests with big eyes and a pout decorating across his lips. “I was panicking and thinking the worst. I didn’t know which direction I was heading and I was jumping into conclusions. I didn’t know what to think.”

The stroke of Jimin’s fingers against his aching member is all the confirmation he needs. “Sure, I would never tease you, baby.”

A moment later, sheets thrown to the side with the bottle of lube somewhere on the floor, Jimin powers through, thighs burning while wanting the other to feel good.

Jungkook’s own hand is lazily stroking Jimin, watching how it makes him twitch into his hand, all messy. His touch is gentle, occasionally  adding pressure when needed, as Jimin rides him. The sigh is enough for him to spill over but he tries not to, not before Jimin comes first.

“Shit, Jimin. I could fuck you for hours. Just look at you.”  

Tattooed hand flies up to cup the side of his face, watching how utterly beautiful Jimin looks on top of him, hair bouncing, hips moving back and forth, gaze alluring and sweaty. 

“Easy, easy, Jimin. Look at me.” Jungkook stills him for a moment, allowing to lock their gazes. He draws him down, nearer toward his forehead resting against his own, breathing in and out. Jungkook takes over, slowly beginning to move in a much slower pace to which Jimin whimpers in return.

He lets himself rest against his cheek as Jungkook takes over completely, thrusting in and out, slow to quick and deeper.

“You close, sweetheart?” He asks hot breath fanning over his ear.

Jimin’s breath hitches, unable to find his voice, he leans back resting his hands flat against Jungkook’s chest. The burn on his thighs, too delicious.

“Close to come all over yourself? Tell me you're close, baby.” 

With brows furrowed, eyes shut tight and muscles on display, Jimin loses himself each time Jungkook thrusts back against him. A gentle rub against his thigh and a slap across the other. His own thrusts become messier, frantic and harder. 

“Tell me, Jimin.” 

A string of curses and praise falls past his lips for Jungkook – how well he’s doing, how much he’s loved. Over and over again until he falls on top of him too exhausted and spent. Jungkook’s ready to catch him – he always is.

The flat of Jungkook’s palms spread across the swell of his ass, squeezing deeply into him with a final grunt with brows furrowed, spilling inside of him. He exhales, crease softening before planting a kiss on his cheek, lovingly. He lays Jimin beside him against the pillow, chest heaving and sweaty.

“If I could, I would carry you around in my pocket all the time, never ever leaving you. So beautiful.”

Jungkook lays in bed for a while, thinking whether to get up to clean themselves up instead of feeling all sticky and hot. It’s going to be  hell to clean up the sheets tomorrow morning if they continue staying in bed for the next few hours. He sighs, finally letting the rationality win over his mind.

He carefully gets up from the bed, heading for the bathroom to clean himself off after getting dressed in some clean boxers but not before reaching another pair for Jimin too. Reaching for two towels, one dry and one wet, he kneels at the edge of the bed, uncovering Jimin from the sheets and gets to work cleaning him up. Jimin whimpers, feeling the cold air hit his body and when the wet towel gets in contact with his skin, the tiredness disappearing from his mind.

“Sorry, I know it’s cold but it’ll only take a short while.”

Jungkook takes his time, carefully being gentle.

“Turn around for me.”

Jimin groggily does as asked, and shifts on his stomach, mind hazy and messy.

“Do you ever worry about time slipping away from us?”

Jungkook stops for a moment, concerned. “Jimin, are you okay?”

Jimin looks over his shoulder. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just a bit high on all the love, makes my head feel fuzzy.”

Jungkook doesn’t seem fully convinced yet.

“So – do you worry?” Jimin’s curious voice rings out.

“I get worried – sure I do. I get worried for a little while and then I remember how lucky I am to have thoughtful people around me, family who will be by my side no matter what, the person I love the most is ready to carry my heart without a second thought.”

Jimin hums.

“I worry sometimes, hoping the person I love the most won’t forget about me.”

“I could never.” Jimin sounds almost offended and maybe that’s what Jungkook was feeling too when he opened his mouth in the first place.

“Good to know, sweetheart.”

“I spent too much time with you to even think about forgetting about you.” Jimin replies.

“I hope it remains like that.” Jungkook lands a slap across his ass, playfully, indicating that he could turn around on his back.

“I wasn’t supposed to make it deep.” Jimin buries his face behind his eyes, rubbing his eyes.

“Make it deep.” Jungkook demands, voice gentle yet firm. “Make it as deep as you like, I’ll listen. I’ll listen to it all.”

Jimin locks his eyes with Jungkook for a few seconds before looking up at the ceiling. He feels warm and content, overwhelmed in the most incredible way possible. The flat palm of Jungkook’s hand keeps rubbing soothing patterns against his bare thigh. It’s comforting to know Jungkook’s here, supporting him and his thoughts.

Jungkook leans down, pressing his lips against his waist.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Did what?”

“You took the, kiss your waist and ease your mind a little too literally.”

“It’s a bit hard for me to stay away when it’s right in front of me.”

Jimin chuckles, eyes still focused on the ceiling. It’s quiet around them again.

“What worries you?” Jungkook finally asks again.

Jimin’s face twists into a curious look, thinking hard for a while. “Us, Bangtan, the life outside our own lives. The things we might have missed out on. That there might come an end to everything we’re doing. It’s only natural, right, to worry a bit?”

“Listen to me, whoever made you believe that –”

“I did. I made myself have these thoughts.”

Jungkook looks at him long and hard, figuring maybe he hasn’t landed properly from their intense lovemaking session they shared a moment ago.

“Don’t think for a second, I would ever let you go. Did you not see how badly I reacted thinking you were breaking up with me? Jimin, come on, it was embarrassing enough that I panicked like a madman. Would I panic if I didn't want to be with you? Would you like to see me beg for you to stay over or move in together?”

Jimin shakes his head. “No, I guess, you wouldn’t.”

“Exactly,” Jungkook agrees, moving further up and brushes his hair away from his forehead and looks at him funny. “I love you, you lovely, lovely human. Do you love me too?”

“The most. It’s just my head. It gets messy sometimes.” Jimin explains, face heating up from all the love Jungkook seems to shower him with. He leans down, brushing his lips against Jimin’s, slow and gentle. 

Jungkook leans back with an understanding look in his eyes that says he too had similar thoughts once in a while. 

“It’s okay, so is mine. We can work through it together like we always do. We got each other, alright.”

Jimin nods, feeling lighter. 

“You are all I ever wanted in my life besides creating a name for myself in the big, big world. Our wellbeing and our happiness are what matters the most. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

Jimin nods.

“Our time has already begun. You and I are going to last even when we’re in our sixties.”

“Only sixties?” He asks.

“A lifetime, Jimin. I’ll love you for a damn lifetime and more. You know how stubborn and annoying I can be. Nothing easy about letting you go, unless you peel another person’s perilla leaf or let someone else do it for you, we’re good.”

“Thank you,” Jimin giggles sweetly. “I’ll love you for a lifetime too.”

“Do you need to use the bathroom?”

Jimin shakes his head, as Jungkook slides the boxers up his legs, securing them around the low of his hips.

“How about some water?”

Jimin smiles. “I’m good.”

Dropping the dirty towels in the laundry basket in the bathroom, Jungkook washes his hands in the sink before drying them off. He heads into the kitchen to get a glass of water for himself and when he finishes jugging the whole glass, he wipes his mouth and turns on the tap. He stubbornly fills up another glass, bringing it along with him back inside the bedroom.

He nudges Jimin with the back of his hand, where else Jimin scoots up and takes the glass from Jungkook’s grasp and downs the half a cup and places it on the nightstand. Jungkook then proceeds to turn the fan on in the room, knowing Jimin preferred it that way sometimes during the nights.

He then joins him in bed, covering their bodies with the sheets. Scooting closer, he holds Jimin tight against himself. 

Jimin nuzzles into his embrace with a tired and dazed look on his face, feeling a kiss pressed against his temple with a whisper, that tells him he had absolutely no reason to be nervous or shy around Jungkook.

Jimin yawns, tiredness finally catching up. “Your sincerity is what makes you thoughtful and beautiful. Never let go of it, Gguk.”

“I won’t. I won’t let go of you either, Jimin.”

Slow breaths and slow dreams dance before their closed eyelids.

Jungkook strolls through the airport security two days later without any hassle, which he’s thankful for. Tugging at the collar of his jacket closer to his neck, he tries to hide the purple bruise Jimin left behind the other day. He aimlessly scrolls through their group chat, not having much time to catch up earlier when he was getting ready to fly out in the early morning. His eyes scan the words, happiness filling his being when he sees a few texts from Jin and Hobi Hyung. However, his enthusiasm was about to change – drastically.

Jin: ‘Jungkook, in what world do you live in, that you would receive a gift before someone breaks up with you?’

Hobi: ‘Maybe he thought the gift giving would lessen the blow before pulling out the forbidden words.’

Yoongi: ‘Sure, but why would anyone break up with someone with a gift? That too an expensive one? Doesn’t make much sense to me.’

Taehyung: ‘A lot of things don’t make sense to you, do they, Hyung? 🤪💜’ 

Yoongi doesn’t respond much after that. Turns out, he’s pretty much left the conversation.

Hobi: ‘Could be considered a sweet gesture before ripping off the band aid. I wouldn’t mind getting a bag or a cute bracelet.’

Namjoon: ‘I'd rather just get rid of the band aid on the first try.’

Taehyung: ‘Ouch, who hurt you?’

Namjoon: ‘It’s not about who hurts us, but the thing we do to ourselves by our actions.’

Jin: ‘Namjoon, it’s nine in the morning for God’s sake. Have some mercy on us.’

Jungkook can imagine Jin’s raised voice ringing in his ears, scolding him while making a face.

Taehyung: ‘Just goes to tell how underneath the hard body of his lies a gentle fifteen-year-old old kid who just wants some loooooove.’

Jungkook scrolls through the rest of the conversation with a groan.

What the fuck?

He finds Jimin’s message on top and sends him a quick text. “YOU TOLD THEM???”

The kind of response he gets back from Jimin are two emojis “🥺🥰” and he just knows Jimin’s a giggling mess behind the phone. He can’t seem to complain much because deep in his heart, he always wishes to see his boyfriend to be his happy self – even if he has to make a fool out of himself.

Anything for Jimin.

When he settles comfortably against his assigned seat of the airplane, a feeling of contentment invades his mind when he catches a hint of gold against his finger. He twists it around a few times with a soft look, clouding his thoughts.

Yeah, anything for his Jimin. 

THE END