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By the time he heard the door unlocking, Jungkook had buried himself under so many blankets that he could barely see the TV in front of him.
You see, he was waiting for Jimin (his fiancé!!) to pick up pizza (his favorite food!!!), and, well, he’d gotten bored. There was no harm in turning on some anime while he was waiting, right? So he did, playing the next episode of Yuri On Ice! and hoping Jimin wouldn’t be too mad that he was watching their show without him.
And, okay, maybe he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but watching Yuuri fall onto the ice repeatedly may have made him a bit cold. Scratch that, extremely cold. Which was reason enough for him to go to the linen closet, grab every single one of the blankets they owned, and pile them on top of himself until he had his own personal igloo. Jungkook was always cold and Jimin was always hot, making them perfect snuggle buddies, but also rendering Jungkook half-frozen in their highly air-conditioned apartment whenever Jimin left.
Still, as cold as he was, Jungkook struggled to get out from underneath his blanket fort when he heard the apartment door open. “Ah… maybe I shouldn’t have brought so many blankets,” he mumbled.
“Kookie? I’ve got pizza,” Jimin called, and Jungkook fought with the blankets for a few moments more before relaxing with a defeated sigh.
“Min-ah, can you help me?”
He heard a long exhale before he saw Jimin’s head poke through the door, watching the slightly confused expression on his face turn to one of amusement. “How did you manage to get stuck under blankets , Jungkook?”
Jungkook shrugged as forcefully as he could, then started pulling blankets off of himself as Jimin watched with a fond smile. “I got cold. I missed you. You always keep me warm.”
“Well, when you get yourself out of your little man-cave, come join me in the kitchen. Be quick,” he added, “because I might eat all of the breadsticks without you.” He disappeared from the doorway, Jungkook’s distressed “Not the breadsticks!” following him out.
Finally managing to throw the last of the blankets onto the ground, Jungkook pushed himself off the bed, letting out a little groan as he stretched his legs. He set off towards the kitchen, a grin growing on his face when he saw Jimin shyly smiling with a few boxes in his hands. He noticed with satisfaction that Jimin was wearing one of his hoodies, the black fabric basically swallowing him.
“Hello, beautiful,” he murmured, holding his arms out invitingly. Jimin put down the boxes and ran into them, arms tight around Jungkook’s waist.
“Me or the pizza?” he asked teasingly, and Jungkook laughed.
“Oh, definitely both.”
A yell in Japanese sounded from their bedroom, and Jimin’s grip loosened as he leaned back and pressed his finger accusingly to Jungkook’s nose.
“Were you watching our show without me?”
Jungkook flushed. “Um… I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”
Jimin released him completely, shaking his head. “I’m going to make you rewatch it. No sin goes unpunished.” He set off towards the pizza with a flip of his hair, and Jungkook trailed after him like a lost puppy.
“Jiminie, don’t be mad...” he whined. Jimin turned around, face stern but eyes soft. “I love you.”
Jimin’s smile was Jungkook’s world, and he could feel himself falling even deeper in love every time it graced his face. He would do anything just to see the crinkle of Jimin’s eyes, his little crooked tooth, the bashful shrug of his shoulders. It filled him with warmth, made his heart beat just a little bit faster.
That very smile was on Jimin’s face as he replied. “I love you too. Now go get yourself some pizza, you sap."
They ate pizza and breadsticks together, sitting on their shared bed and watching the anime episode from the beginning (despite Jungkook’s complaints). At one point Jungkook had sauce on the tip of his nose, and Jimin called him Rudolph at least 3 times between peals of laughter.
“You look just like him! The red nose and the big eyes!” he managed, rocking backward and collapsing on the bed in a fit of giggles.
Jungkook pouted. “My eyes aren’t that big,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks get hot as he reached up to dab at his nose with a napkin.
Jimin pulled himself upright and caught Jungkook’s arm before he could reach his nose. “Here, let me.” He licked his finger, cleaning the sauce off with one swipe and popping it in his mouth. “And yes, they are. You have baby deer eyes.”
Rolling his eyes, Jungkook finished his slice before replying. “I am not a baby,” he said matter-of-factly, pushing the empty pizza box off of the bed. Jimin took the opportunity to crawl closer to Jungkook, close enough so both their shoulders and hips were touching as they watched the show.
“You’re my baby,” Jimin replied, resting his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “My simultaneously hot and adorable baby.”
Jungkook moved his hand to start combing through Jimin’s hair, his blonde locks recently dyed a soft brown. Jimin leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut, and Jungkook gave up on trying to pretend he was watching the television. He fixed his eyes on Jimin’s face, taking in every detail; his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks, the slope of his nose, his wonderfully thick lips.
“How did I get lucky enough to love someone so beautiful?” he whispered, half to himself, and Jimin’s eyes opened as a fond smile crossed his face.
“I could ask myself the same thing,” he said, turning his body slightly so he could face Jungkook. His hand raised to touch Jungkook’s face, hesitant as he ran his tiny fingers along the slope of his jawline and up to brush through his hair. Jungkook let Jimin touch him, lips turned upward at the focused expression on Jimin’s face as he dragged his hand along his cheek. His other hand came up so he was cupping both cheeks, and Jungkook stuck out his tongue at him as Jimin squished them slightly.
“Baby,” he said firmly, and Jungkook scrunched up his nose.
“Your baby,” he added, and Jimin nodded.
“My baby.”
A hand traveled to Jungkook’s mouth, thumb tugging on his bottom lip. Jungkook found his lips parting almost involuntarily, and he kept his eyes fixed on Jimin as the elder pulled his finger back. Their eyes met, and Jungkook reached to brush a strand of hair out of his face, hand lingering over his cheek. Jimin hummed softly, his free hand dropping to cup Jungkook’s chin as he moved to settle himself in Jungkook’s lap.
It was like they were spellbound, all caught up in the web of each other, and Jungkook didn’t want to escape. He stared with blatantly obvious adoration up at Jimin as the shorter tipped his head to the side.
“Do you remember when you proposed to me?” he asked softly, and Jungkook giggled because of course, he remembered. How could he forget the most important part of his life up to date?
“Yeah, I do. I still can’t believe I tripped.”
Jimin’s smile was so wide that his eyes practically disappeared. “Ah, and I can’t believe I caught you. You fell for me, just as I fell for you.”
“I fall for you every day, my love.”
“God, you’re so cheesy.”
“Don't act like you don't like it.”
And then Jimin’s lips were on his, and it felt like their first kiss all over again (but then again, it always did). Jimin had always tasted like the caramel frappuccino that he would have every morning, and Jungkook could never, never get enough. There was no fiery passion, no wandering hands; it was just Jimin and Jungkook, nothing more, nothing less.
They eventually broke apart, Jimin immediately removing his arm from their tangle of limbs to turn off the television. Jungkook made a big show of extracting his hands from Jimin’s hair, relishing in his fiancé’s laughter. After a few minutes and a lot of wiggling, they managed to find a comfortable position. Jungkook’s arms were wrapped around Jimin, his head flush with Jimin’s ear.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, his words oh so loud in the quiet room. Jimin reached back and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.
“I love you too, baby.”
And Jungkook felt himself fall in love again, just a little bit deeper.