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“Now you’ve moved
to my neck of the woods,
let me show you around.”
“Your Move,” Carol Ann Duffy
Jimin poured a second glass of red wine as he got up to adjust the song playing on his phone. The group didn’t have a show in Osaka until Saturday night so he was looking forward to sleeping in a bit the following morning.
He sat at the small round hotel table and took another pull of his wine while he flipped through the photos he had taken over the last day. He slid over to the selca he had posted on Twitter before they left Korea. Taehyung and Jungkook were in the background, sitting together across the plane from him. Tae had stuck out his tongue playfully as Jungkook concentrated on an app on his phone.
Jimin sighed.
They had been fighting for a couple of days— or rather, Jungkook had been distant and downright ignoring him at some points. Jimin had been racking his brain for the better part of 48 hours trying to figure out exactly what he could have said or done to make Jungkook act this way. At first he was confused— now he was getting a little angry. He even sprinted and chased Taehyung off the plane in Osaka to walk through the crowd of fans and paparazzi with him instead of waiting for Jungkook like he always did.
It was petty, but he was annoyed.
He and Jungkook had been an official couple for nearly three years, but more importantly, they had been best friends for much longer than that. He wished Jungkook would just come to him like he always did, instead of this — whatever the hell this was.
Now they were in Japan - their place - and he was sitting alone in a silk black robe, drinking red wine out of a hotel glass and listening to depressing music on his iPhone. His finger hovered over the text icon as he scanned Jungkook’s name. He had thought of texting him, seeing if he was still awake so they could talk about all this.
It wasn’t a good idea, he knew that. It was 1 AM, he was properly buzzed and they had a long schedule tomorrow afternoon and evening. It wasn’t really the best time for a relationship conversation and it could backfire spectacularly if he wasn’t careful.
But shit, he missed his boyfriend.
He just wanted to bury his face in Jungkook’s neck, gently kiss his lips a few times and fall asleep. He wasn’t even in the mood for sex— that was highly unusual— he just wanted to hold him. He wanted to smell him.
He sighed as he hovered over the button on his phone to continue their text chain. Now he had to figure out how to get him to come to his room...
He downed the rest of the small glass and was about to pour a bit more from the nearby bottle when he heard a knock on the door.
His heart jumped in his throat - even though he knew the time and it was more than likely either Jungkook or Taehyung, it still startled him when he heard the knock. He checked his phone again to make sure he hadn’t missed a message from either of them - he had not.
He put down the glass and padded over to the front door, letting his robe flow open to expose his chest and his black boxer briefs. He peeked out the peephole on the door to confirm his suspicions.
His boyfriend was outside, leaning on the wall opposite his room. He could not look more disinterested. Jimin chuckled and threw open the door.
“Wow! Is this a booty call?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes as he crossed the distance between them, attempting to force the door open further and push his way into the room. Jimin put up his arm to block him.
Jungkook looked down at him and chuckled. “Is it a booty call if I’m your boyfriend?”
He continued to try to enter Jimin’s room but was failing. He was holding back his strength as to not make things worse but he was getting annoyed at this point.
Jimin moved back slightly to cross both his arms across his chest defiantly.
“I don’t know, are you my boyfriend?”
Jungkook’s jaw dropped. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Fuck, I’m coming in right now before we wake up everyone out here.” He finally made his way inside and stormed past Jimin to flop onto the bed. He leaned back on his elbows and stared at his boyfriend as the door closed behind him. His posture showed he was ready for whatever Jimin wanted to say to him. It didn’t take long.
“You’ve been acting like a prick the last couple of days — and only to me. You’ve been all over Hobi and Taehyung, which you KNOW makes me absolutely insane, you’re not talking to me, you’re barely acknowledging me! What the hell is wrong with you, Jungkook?” He grabbed the nearby wine bottle and poured some into the glass beside it.
Jungkook sighed, sitting up and running his hands over his face and through his hair. “How many of those have you had?” He gestured to the wine glass.
Jimin downed the wine in one gulp and slammed it on the table beside him. “Where in the hell do you get off, Kookie? Mr. ‘I got trashed on a bottle of wine and rambled to ARMY on V Live for 45 minutes while my boyfriend waited in the bathroom of our hotel room because I wouldn’t shut the fuck up.’”
Jungkook laughed nervously. “Jimin, that’s not— I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Well, what did you mean, then? Please enlighten me— since you haven’t said three words to me in the last two days and I have no idea what in the hell is wrong with you!” Jimin sat at the one of the chairs next to the table, propping his legs up onto the second one. Jungkook turned on the bed to face him.
Jungkook moved to the edge of the bed so he was close enough to grab Jimin’s hands. Jimin swatted him away and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked away and Jungkook stood up and walked to the other side of the room.
He knew he had fucked up, but it wasn’t until that moment that he realized how badly. Jimin got annoyed sometimes, to a comic degree, but he rarely got angry like this - and especially not with Jungkook. He took a deep breath and looked down on the floor at his shoes before turning around to face him again.
His eyes filled with tears. “Jiminie,” he said softly. “I am sorry. I am sorry for the way I’ve been acting the past few days. I just— I’ve had a lot on my mind, I’ve been distracted, and it wasn’t fair of me to shut you out like that,”
It took him less than five seconds to realize that what he said was a mistake. He looked up and met Jimin’s eyes. The fury was so intense that he almost had to look away.
“An excuse... that’s an excuse, Jungkook. I want the explanation. We are together. We are best friends, lovers, all of it. Something was bothering you this much and you turned to the members and not me? We don’t have secrets from each other. We promised each other, not anymore,” his voice choked on a sob.
Jungkook didn’t hesitate to cross the room and grab Jimin’s hands again. He kneeled down beside him and pressed one of them to his lips. He held them close to his cheek as he looked back up at his boyfriend from the floor.
“I have one- an explanation,” he replied.
Jimin looked down at him expectantly, raising his eyebrows and setting his jaw. “And?”
Jungkook dropped Jimin’s hands and walked across the room again. He was pacing now.
“Jungkook - I swear to God if you don’t tell me right now—“ he shouted.
Jungkook spun around and threw his hands in the air in defeat.
“It was supposed to be a surprise, okay! It was supposed to be a damn surprise. I was nervous as hell and I didn’t know what to say to you because I was afraid I would ruin it and I think I was even more afraid of how you would take the surprise and Hobi and Taehyung know about the surprise and fuck, I have ruined EVERYTHING, just like I always do, for fuck’s sake!” He grabbed a pillow from the nearby bed to muffle his long, frustrated scream.
Spent, Jungkook flopped onto the bed on his stomach and flung the hood of his sweatshirt over his head to cover his face.
Jimin had no idea what his boyfriend was talking about, but he was clearly upset and trying his best to explain. He felt his anger melting away as the warm, overpowering need to comfort him took over. He approached the bed slowly, bending down to take off Jungkook’s shoes and placing them against the nightstand. He put a hand on the back of his exposed calf, running his palm further up, over his ass and underneath his sweatshirt to rub his back gently. He could feel his body jerking slightly and knew Jungkook was silently crying.
Jimin laid next to Jungkook on his side, pushing the sweatshirt hood down and his mop of soft brown hair out of his eyes. He moved a hand to the back of his boyfriend’s neck and scratched lightly with his nails. Jungkook let out a sound between a soft purr and a growl.
“What surprise, Jungkookie?”
After a few moments, Jungkook sat up at the waist and turned to bracket Jimin’s face with stretched arms. He leaned down slowly for a hesitant kiss but was stopped when his boyfriend’s palm reached up to cover his mouth.
“Jungkookah— talk,” Jimin said firmly, pushing Jungkook off him so they could both sit up beside each other, eyes meeting.
Jungkook sighed, waiting a moment and taking both Jimin’s hands again. He rubbed the knuckles and pulled them up towards his mouth to kiss them.
“I had the whole thing planned out, for months. I knew we were going to Japan, so I asked Bang PD if- after our commitments in Osaka and Shizuoka were over- you and I could go back to Tokyo alone for a couple of days while everyone else went back to Seoul. It was only going to be for two nights, and they were free days for all of us anyway. He said it was okay and made sure we would have a couple of staff people with us for safety only.”
Jimin covered his mouth to hide a big smile. “Baby, that sounds amazing! You are too good, Kookie, your heart—“ he leaned over to grab Jungkook around his neck and pressed kisses over his cheeks, nose, and forehead. Jungkook giggled as he felt a blush creep over his face.
He nodded. Jimin looked at him after a few moments and cocked his head to the side.
“That’s a sweet and thoughtful surprise - but that isn’t why you’ve been acting strangely. You’ve had me so upset, so angry, so worried - over how I would react to a surprise trip to Tokyo? No, that’s not it. It’s like—“ Jimin began.
“—I’ve left something big out? It’s true,” Jungkook finished.
Jimin sighed and sharply pulled his hands away from him. He stood up to walk across the room and faced the front door. “If you can’t tell me the whole truth, you need to leave. I’m tired.”
“Jimin,” a soft voice carried from a few feet behind him. He ignored his boyfriend’s pleas and continued to stand with his back to him.
“Jimin, please look at me,”
“No, Jungkook, you need to go, we can try this again when—“
“Jimin, look at me!” Jungkook yelled at the top of his voice. On instinct, Jimin spun around in place and saw Jungkook down on one knee in front of him.
Jimin’s jaw dropped and he pointed at his boyfriend. “I—wait a minute, I don’t understand what’s happening here—“ he was frozen in place.
Jungkook chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “This wasn’t how I was going to do it. I wasn’t totally sure what the plan was, to be honest. Tae thought I should take you to a really fancy restaurant and hide the ring in your dessert and Hobi thought I should ask you on the teacup ride at Tokyo Disneyland. I was still deciding— but leaning towards the teacups.”
Jimin gasped, putting his hand over his mouth. His eyes were open wide and filled with tears. “Jungkook—“
His boyfriend held up his hand to continue. “Please, Jiminie, can you—?” He motioned for him to come closer to where he was kneeling on the floor. Jimin stared at him in shock for a moment before shaking his head to center himself and moved closer. Jungkook grabbed both his hands and took a deep breath.
“Park Jimin — when we met, I had no idea who I was or what I wanted. All I knew was that I wanted to be a dancer, I wanted to perform on stage. You were the one who pushed me to sing. You have been my most trusted, my most loved, my most precious and biggest supporter since this whole ride started. You are the kindest, most gentle, most caring, most beautiful person I have ever known. Falling in love with you all those years ago was the scariest thing I have ever done. It was the only thing in my life I have ever gotten completely right,”
“Jungkookah-“ Jimin’s eyes overflowed as they searched Jungkook’s own.
“—Jimin, no matter what happens in the next few years, I want to be with you for the rest of our lives. I know it won’t be easy for either of us — and we may have to make sacrifices — but I will sacrifice anything if it means that you can stay by my side forever. I am so deeply in love with you and it would be my honor to be your faithful husband.”
Jimin covered his face with his hand and softly sobbed. He kneeled down to Jungkook’s level and covered their hands together. He smiled.
“So, your answer is—“
Jimin kissed him softly. “Yes,” he whispered against his lips. “Yes, I will be your husband.” He kissed Jungkook slowly until he had them pressed back up against the bed.
“I love you,” Jungkook said.
“I love you too,” Jimin replied.
“The ring is in my suitcase — down the hall —“ he spoke between kisses.
“That just means — you have to — ask me again — in Tokyo — properly,”
Jungkook laughed and pulled Jimin into his lap to wrap his arms around him. “One more thing,”
Jimin nodded sleepily, a smile drifting over his face. “What else could there possibly be?”
“I just don’t want you to worry— I asked your parents for permission already. When we were in Busan for Muster.”
Jimin smiled and kissed him again.