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mask on

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summary: boyfriends jungkook and jimin went to a halloween parade in tokyo.

notes: first of all, thank you for sending me something to write! idk how halloween works but here goes nothing  ♡

“You look handsome,” Jimin gushed, eyeing him from head to toe.

Underneath his mask, Jungkook rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. “Hyung, I’m wearing a goddamn mask, how can I look handsome?”

Jimin giggled as a reply, unbothered by the dirty look Jungkook was throwing at him (mainly because he could not really see it with the mask on his boyfriend’s face), and moved to the bathroom to put on his mask. Jungkook was not really a big fan of parade, he never really enjoyed going out and surrounding himself with a lot of people because people sweat and there was always some pungent smell everywhere.

He planned to stay at the hotel, order room service or maybe they could just go to the chicken place a few blocks away and marathon the Death Note movies but Park Jimin just had to go on his phone to check the events that was going on during this time of the year.

Before Jungkook could have refused, Jimin had already put his puppy eyes on, lips all pouty and looking all adorable as if he had never sinned before in his all life and the next thing he knew, Jungkook was putting on a black robe and had a stupid mask on his face.

When they went down to the lobby to – as Jimin said it with air quotes – “experience Halloween in Tokyo”, Jungkook was considering faking stomach-ache but Jimin literally skipped (not walked, but skipped) happily, flowers growing on every step he took and Jungkook did not have the heart to lie. Sighing, he glanced at Takeda, the receptionist, who only grinned and nodded as a greeting. Jungkook smiled back before waving a hand, only to realise he still had his dumb mask on.

Jungkook was not wrong when he predicted it would be crowded. They arrived at the parade twenty minutes later with Jimin leading and Jungkook sulking from behind. Everyone had their costumes on, and Jungkook’s favourite had to be the woman who only used make up to produce the clown from IT look. He was staring at her so long that she turned to him and called him out.

“Eh?” he asked, bewildered. For a moment there, he felt glad that he was wearing a mask – he probably looked flustered right now. “Um… Uh…” His brain chose to burn all the Japanese phrases he had spent learning on the airplane, leaving him with incoherent words.

“She asked if you want to take a picture,” Jimin whispered, there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

Jungkook blushed, once again thanking the mask for covering his face. “Yes,” he answered in Japanese. “Yes, yes,” he repeated, fumbling on the pocket of the black robe for his phone. “Picture, picture…” he murmured.

The woman asked a question again, and Jungkook was only able to catch the word ‘costume’. Jimin answered, although he had troubles with the pronunciation, and Jungkook wondered if this was how proud mothers felt watching their children. They took pictures together, conversed a little more before moving on to check out others’ costumes.

Jungkook’s heart almost leaped out of his chest when he spotted a guy wearing the same outfit he did for their Fire performance, with the same hairstyle and possibly the same makeup. Instead of going towards him for a sign and autograph, the guy only walked passed by him, making him confused a little bit.

“Hyung, that was totally me, right? He was dressed as me, right?”

“Now that you mention it, he did actually. That’s amazing. We should take a picture with him!”

“Hyung, no! What if—”

But his protest was ignored by Jimin, who already ran to Jungkook 2.0 and tapped the guy on the shoulder and asked the girl beside him if she could take the picture for them.

The guy was shorter than Jungkook, but he had to give one for this guy for his efforts.

“Do you like BTS?” Jimin asked.

“I listen to them, it’s my girlfriend who loves them,” he grinned, pulling his girlfriend closer to him. Jungkook could not exactly tell what his girlfriend was dressed as, probably as a porcelain doll or Annabelle but Jungkook really did not want to stare at her any longer.

“Ah, is that so? I love BTS too. I’m a big fan of Jungkook.”

Jungkook turned red; it was already hot and Jimin just had to go and say annoying stuff that made his heart flutter.

They met a few more people, took a lot of pictures and when their legs started to ache, both of them slowed down and walked side by side. Jungkook exhaled loudly through his nose, tempted to take off the mask because he was sweating but he remembered that he had to keep it on. There were actually more people who dressed as them, some even dressed as Yoongi’s dog and he did not want to risk getting caught.

Jungkook startled at the sudden hand that held his, and he turned to see it was Jimin’s. Jimin looked up to him when he felt Jungkook was staring, and despite not being able to see Jimin’s face, he knew Jimin was smiling as his grip on his hand tightened.

“Tired?”

“Very,” Jungkook murmured.

Jimin let out a breathless laugh, bumping Jungkook lightly and playfully with his arm. “It was a good experience, right? When else can we do this? Probably never.”

“We could go next year with the others,” Jungkook suggested with a shrug.

“There were people dressed as us, Jungkook,” Jimin giggled. “I won though, I’ve seen at least a dozen who dressed as me.”

Jungkook swung their hands together and hummed. “All of them were really good looking too… Especially the guy who dressed as Spring Day Jimin.”

“What?”

“My favourite would probably that Spring Day Jimin.”

“Oi!”

Jungkook laughed, heart full and warm. He loved riling Jimin up and his reactions.

He heard Jimin huffing before resting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder. “Did you have fun?” Jimin asked, voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

“I did.”

Jungkook let go of his hand to wrap his arm around Jimin’s shoulder, bringing him closer.

“I wanna kiss you right now.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook giggled.

“Yeah.”

“What for?”

“Can’t I just kiss my boyfriend? Do I need a reason?” Jimin implored.

“Fine then. Give me a reason. Just one.”

“For loving me unconditionally. For giving me a reason to wake up to. For loving me when I don’t even love myself. For bringing me here and witness all of these.”

“Hyung, I said one – and stop being sappy, it’s disgusting!”

Of course, Jimin chose to ignore it and only continued seriously. “For taking care of me. For making me happy.”

“Stop it!” He was getting more and more flustered now, the tips of his ears were burning and Jimin continued.

“For being the best boyfriend ever,” Jimin finally ended.

“Best boyfriend ever?”

“Uhuh.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, lips stretching into a wide grin and god damn it, he could not stop grinning.

“I love you, hyung.”

“Who’s the sappy one here, huh?” Jimin teased.

“Just say it back,” Jungkook snapped in embarrassment, looking away when Jimin turned to look at him.

Jimin giggled, warming his heart for the umpteenth time.

“I love you too.”