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Jungkook awoke to singing.
It was not something unusual for him. Quite the contrary, in actuality soft singing from the kitchen was one of his favourite parts of the morning. Whether it be an upbeat pop song or a slow, smooth ballad, the soft words paired with the sounds of metal against ceramic were like a choir of angels for him.
Every morning Jimin would be the first to wake, leaving Jungkook tucked snugly into their bed, and prepare their breakfast. He would start off silent, his mind still slow from sleep, but after a while his soft, mellow voice would fill the apartment as Jungkook slept. When Jungkook would finally wake up, he would lay in bed and stare at the ceiling simply listening to him. It was almost enough to put him to sleep again, but Jungkook forced himself to stay awake and listen to Jimin’s melodic voice.
This morning it was something slower, more meaningful. The notes were more drawn out and Jimin’s voice was softer than it would be if it were a silly pop song that had stuck in his head. Jungkook slid out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold wooden floor, and he snuck out to the dining room, listening closely to Jimin.
Jimin was singing to his chest, monitoring the pans on the stove in front of him. Beside him were two empty plates, both charmed by his song. Jungkook stood there dumbly and listened as Jimin slipped between Korean and English lyrics. He swayed as he sang, his sweater and pyjama pants drowning his small frame, and causing the corners of Jungkook’s mouth to turn upwards.
I’m scared, just as much as my heart flutters
Because destiny keeps getting jealous of us
Jungkook tiptoed into the kitchen, looking over Jimin’s shoulder carefully, before wrapping his arms around his waist, resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin jumped slightly, turning his head before smiling and kissing Jungkook’s temple. In response, Jungkook pressed a small kiss against his neck and hummed.
“Don’t let me stop you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Jimin leant back into his chest, grinning. His head was rested against Jungkook’s shoulder, closing his eyes for a brief moment.
I’m just as scared as you
When you see me
When you touch me
As Jimin sang, Jungkook couldn’t help but admire his boyfriend. It was truly times like these when Jungkook realised how incredibly lucky he was, how lucky he was to have someone so incredible and so beautiful to hold in his own arms. Jimin’s bleached hair was a mess, not brushed yet and sticking up in every direction. Jimin had obviously run his hands through it a few times to smooth it down, but it didn’t work as his hair lifted away from his face in a slight wave. His eyes and cheeks were puffy, his cheeks donning a soft shade of pink. As usual, Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at his lips, their pink standing out against Jimin’s skin. Jimin had licked his lips before starting, and Jungkook had trouble focusing on his words as he stared rather blatantly.
The oil in the pan started to bubble and spit back up at them, startling Jungkook enough to jump backwards. Jimin quickly stopped singing and turned the flame off. He tried to free himself from Jungkook’s grasp but Jungkook followed his step. Jimin giggled as he unwrapped himself, turning to face Jungkook.
His eyes twinkled as he looked up, “Do you wanna eat or not?”
Jungkook grinned lazily, eyes fond, “Don’t wanna let go of you.”
“Then starve,” Jimin told him, pouting and shoving him away with one arm, but his voice had no real bite. Jimin piled food onto their plates, and ordered Jungkook to set them down with the rice already on the table. Jungkook sulked as he did, but felt better when Jimin stood on his toes and gave him a peck before sitting down. Under the table, Jimin rested his feet against Jungkook’s, and it brought a smile to both of their faces.
They ate in relative silence, as they did on most days, but the song Jimin sand lingered in Jungkook’s mind. The way Jimin’s voice floated over the words sped his heartbeat up, his heart slamming against his chest.
Jimin swallowed, “Why are you staring, you goof?”
“I’m not a goof,” Jungkook denied, “I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“How short you are,” Jungkook teased, and Jimin kicked his shin, expecting a real answer. Jungkook leant back in his chair and grinned, “I was thinking about your singing, and how much it makes my heart race.”
Jimin raised an unbelieving eyebrow, but Jungkook’s sincerity was like a punch to the chest, leaving him breathless. Jimin bit his lip, hiding a grin, “Did I wake you up?”
“You did,” Jungkook nodded, and Jimin allowed himself to smile.
“Good, little shit.”
“Hey!” Jimin laughed at Jungkook’s indignation, loud and without remorse. Jungkook pouted, “I was gonna say something nice, but nope. Not anymore. Goodbye.”
Jimin kicked him again, lighter this time, “Tell me.”
“Nope.”
Jimin batted his eyebrows, a slight pout forming on his lips, “Tell me.”
“No, not for you.”
Jimin stood up from his seat and moved around to Jungkook’s side of the table, standing over him and wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck. He brought his boyfriend closer and gave him his best puppy dog look, but Jungkook still shook his head. A smile was on his face, and Jimin knew he was going to break him. Jimin pushed Jungkook’s chair out the best he could and sat down on his lap, straddling him slightly with his arms still around his neck. Jungkook lifted his hands to Jimin’s waist once again.
“Please tell me, my dear Jungkookie,” Jimin asked nicely, coating his voice with sugar, and Jungkook leant his head back to look up at Jimin.
“I was going to tell you that waking up and hearing you sing was the best part of my morning. But, you hurt me.”
Jimin gaped at him for a moment, his skin heating up to a burning red. Jungkook’s smile grew exponentially as Jimin buried his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. Jimin smiled into it, and he whispered, “I love you.”
And Jungkook whispered back, “I love you, too.”