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He wasn't used to this.
Soft.
Warm.
Comfortable.
Jungkook stares up at the fan that's spinning quietly on his bedroom ceiling. His fingers absentmindedly running through the silver hair of the smaller boy lying on his chest. If it weren't for the weight and heat of Jimin's body grounding him to reality, he swears he'd float away, caught up in euphoria.
It's a different kind of happiness.
One that's not loud but you can feel in every inch of your body and every corner of your mind.
He feels his chest rise and fall in time with Jimin's quiet breaths. Jungkook always found it amusing but endearing the way he could fall asleep so easily in his arms. He looked down at the sleeping boy's face and couldn't help but smile.
Jimin is beautiful.
It's something he never gets tired of telling him.
He loves the way it makes him blush and the way he tries to laugh it off but he knows Jimin secretly can't get enough of it.
Jimin readjusts slightly on Jungkook's chest, tickling his nose with his hair as he moves. Jungkook uses the moment to press his face into Jimin's hair, gently. He breathes in deeply and his heart is filled with pure adoration.
Here, in the quiet of this moment,
Jungkook knows this is love.
He feels it in the soft whispers that fall out of Jimin's parted mouth as he dreams peacefully on Jungkook's chest.
He feels it in the warmth radiating from Jimin's body that's tangled up so naturally with his.
He feels it in the comfortable silence of loving someone wholeheartedly and being loved back just as hard.
He isn't used to this, to having and giving love this deep. But when Jimin lifts his head slowly off his chest to smile at him sleepily, Jungkook knows he wants to be.