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You're the light, you're the night
You're the color of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much
– Love Me Like You Do, Ellie Goulding
Jimin laughed merrily at the sound of Jungkook's sound echoing from the kitchen. It was another morning, another day where Jungkook volunteered to cook again after almost setting their cozy kitchen on fire accidentally.
It was no secret that the golden Jeon Jungkook who was good at everything wasn’t good with cooking. His husband had a love and hate relationship with cooking. He always messed up in one way or another. Well, if he would just have some patience…
Another curse echoed from the kitchen and he laughed aloud. He slid off the chair where Jungkook put him in the living room earlier and headed to the kitchen. The billowing smoke was the first to reach him and he coughed, waving his hand in front of his face as Jungkook ran around opening the kitchen windows to let the smoke out.
“Baby, why don’t you take a seat and let me whip something real quick, hmm?” he asked, wrapping his free hand around his middle.
Jungkook pouted. “No. Just give me five minutes. I almost had it this time.”
Jimin sighed. “That’s the last of the eggs.” He walked around him to snatch the box from his hand. “Go and sit down. I’m hungry.”
He looked like he wanted to argue but gave up when Jimin narrowed his eyes in a challenging manner.
Stubborn oaf.
He’d now sulk and mop for an entire hour until Jimin kissed him better, but they were already running late to open the diner. Jimin set the box on the counter, grimacing when he noticed the burned pan. That was the third pan in just a month. He cast a disapproving glance over his shoulder, dumped the pan in the sink, and grabbed another, making a note to purchase a few more and hide it from Jungkook.
Their adopted elderly cat, Henry meowed, finally poking its head from the kitchen door asking as if it was safe to come inside. His nose twitched as he let out another meow, fixing his judgmental eyes on Jungkook with a twitch of its tail.
“Hey, Henry. Come on in.” He whipped the eggs and glanced at Jungkook who sat there on the kitchen stool with a petulant pout. “Jungkook, can you feed Henry?”
Henry meowed again, sounding offensive as he circled Jimin’s legs. He hissed when Jungkook stomped toward them to show his displeasure while doing so. However, Henry slipped out of his reach with a hiss.
Jimin laughed again, remembering the unresolved feud between them since Jungkook tried to feed him the burned steak last week. It was always funny to watch Jungkook trying to make amends but Henry always eying him warily and refusing to trust him.
It had been two years since their dream wedding in Venice. Two years full of overwhelming joy and love. True to his words, Jungkook had taken him on dates, getting down on his knees with a moving proposal on their fourth date. They were married two days later on the same date Jungkook was supposed to get married.
Jungkook’s family didn’t take kindly to their son marrying a man. They had threatened to disown Jungkook, but his husband disowned them instead.
The wedding was a quick affair but Jungkook had handled the changes efficiently and even had the designer create two new suits for both of them. Walking down the aisle toward Jungkook surrounded by their friends still felt surreal.
While their reunion happened so quickly, it took them almost a year and a half to rebuild their relationship like it used to be. A lot had changed over the seven years and it was a bit of an adjustment for the both of them, especially with Jimin’s constant need of reassurance and the habit of shutting Jungkook out when his insecurities got the best of him.
Jungkook, as promised, had worked relentlessly to make their relationship work. He had left everything and moved in with Jimin, despite his protests. He invested in Jimin’s diner, renovated the small place, and hired a few staff, making Jimin’s life easier. He also worked as a freelance photographer during his free time while helping Jimin manage the diner full-time.
When Jimin confronted him about his dreams, Jungkook had told him that his priorities had changed. That he had enough money for the both of them and a life with Jimin was all he needed. Six months ago, they took the next step in their relationship and adopted Henry from the nearby animal shelter.
Jimin’s heart fluttered because Jungkook said he wanted to start a family with Jimin someday. Adopting a cat was the first step because both of them knew nothing about parenting. They were decent parents and managed to take care of Henry just well. He couldn’t wait for the day they’ll be ready to adopt children of their own.
“Are you done?” Jungkook came to kiss the side of his neck, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Yes.” Jimin craned his neck to peck his lips, which Jungkook deepened, earning a playful swat from Jimin because the food was burning. “Thought you’ll be sulking for a while.”
“Your ass looks too fine in these pants to stay away and sulk.” Jungkook cupped his ass and squeezed it to get his point across.
Jimin squeaked, heat flaring to his cheeks. “Stop. Not in the kitchen.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a place where we eat food,” Jimin deadpanned, narrowing his eyes.
“Food…I don’t see any difference.” He tried to slip a hand inside his pants. “I prefer to eat you.”
“Jungkook!” Jimin dropped the omelet he was trying to flip and glared at it with a pout. “It’s ruined. What are you doing?”
His husband reached around him to turn the stove off. “Let it be. We can eat outside.”
“That was our breakfast,” he argued but Jungkook was already turning him around.
“I’m already having my breakfast here.”
He leaned to nibble at his neck, causing Jimin to squeal. His large hands cupped his ass, giving them a firm squeeze before sliding down to grab the back of his thighs and lifted him up. His crutch fell down with a thud and none of them paid it a heed.
“Jungkookie…”
“Shh…” He kissed his lips once before nosing down the slope of his neck as he carried him away to their bedroom. “You look so good in pink.” He carded his fingers through his recently dyed hair.
A smile tugged at his lips as Jimin hummed, his eyes rolling back at the pleasant, tingling sensation vibrating through his skin because of his husband’s kisses.
Life might have been unfair to them but they had managed to find their way back to each other. Jungkook looked at him like he was the only one who mattered, that he was his moon and the stars. He never failed to remind him how precious he was to him. Never failed to whisper words of love into his skin until his skin tingled and that was all he could remember.
His life was full of colors again just like his hair, the warm painted walls and all the pretty things that now adorned the walls.
Jimin was so in love. So was Jungkook. His sun. His galaxy. His one and only.