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Jimin loved stories. Stories about warriors, queens, sailors, poets, pirates. He loved them all. His favourite kind though were stories about travelling. He especially loved it when the protagonists after their days of exploration and travelling, find their way back home.
Jimin also loved travelling. The planning, the anticipation, the arrival, the exploration of a new place, trying out the local delicacies, getting acquainted with the people and their quaint rituals that made the place what it was, making memories with his family and friends, buying souvenirs. All of it. But no matter how much he enjoyed it all, his favourite part was the feeling he got when he came back home. The moment when he can jump into bed declaring that finally it’s good to be home. That feeling of being absolutely content and happy. To come back to his comfortable bed, his little duckies, his mother’s bibimmyeon, his father’s hugs and playing with his brother and the neighbour’s cats.
Over the years Jimin has had to travel a lot. His journey from Busan to Seoul the day he was supposed to move into the dorm, still fresh in his memory. The thought of not being able to go back home soon constantly occupying his mind the entire journey. As he hugged his father goodbye, Jimin held back his tears determined to not start off by crying the first time he’s away from home.
Soon his tears gave way to smiles and then laughter as his fellow trainees and later band members took him under their wings and showed him that he could still have fun even if he was away from home. He threw himself into training and helping out the others. Before he knew it, years had passed, Bangtan had grown bigger than anybody would have dreamt and Jimin had gotten so used to travelling for tours and promotions, it wasn’t even something that he consciously thought about anymore. It was all very mechanical.
What wasn’t mechanical though was his love for music & dance, his passion for performing, the pure joy he felt in front of ARMY on stage with his members, his raucous laughter at something one of them said or did. Least of all… what wasn’t mechanical was how he felt about a certain 21 year old.
How he could make him laugh with just a look, how he was so protective of him, how good he made him feel about himself, how he would just randomly throw things together in their kitchen making a delicacy out of thin air and come feed it to him and then wait while Jimin produced his verdict, as if anything he touched wouldn’t be perfect.
How he was always the most thoughtful, how he helped out the staff backstage, how he was an absolute god on stage, how he sings like a dream and dances like a machine-always producing the same perfect output, how he gets flustered on stage when Jimin flirts with him during concerts, how once in a while he would flirt back, sometimes even initiating it… a protective hand there, an eyebrow raise here.
How his kisses made him feel like he’s on top of the world, how supportive he was, the way he keeps praising and appreciating the smallest of things he did. How his nose scrunches up when he’s happy, his slight pouts when he was whining, his cute bunny teeth and his wavy soft hair, how he’s constantly turning to him and paying attention to him even if there were literally 1000s of others demanding his attention.
His face when he wakes up, his eyes all hazy a soft smile on his lips, his large strong hands always ready to lift or carry him at the drop of a hat. How he was always so gentle with him, how he looked at him like he was a shooting star-as if he was a rare and precious sighting and the memory must be preserved.
And how he always always found ways to make him feel loved. Just this morning he had prepared a sandwich for him and placed it on their hotel bedside before he went for his early morning gym session. Jimin could list a 100 more things and he’d nowhere be near done.
Terrific dancer, finest vocalist, man of a bazillion other talents, golden maknae, the heartthrob of millions, owner of the softest heart and the cutest butt… also bestest boyfriend ever, Jeon Jungkook.
Also an actual baby, Jimin is reminded as he hears shrieks of said boyfriend trying to beat his opponents in the video game he’s playing on his computer, just outside the door. As he finishes up drying his hair in their hotel bathroom in Paris, Jimin realises that he’s so used to being almost constantly around his members, he didn’t have time to miss “home”. He terribly missed his family, video calls did however make things easier once in a while. That being said, he had realised some time ago that home didn’t hold the same meaning anymore. In fact home wasn’t even a place anymore. It was a person.
Jimin walks out of the bathroom, wiping his face on his towel.
Gawd that was a much needed shower.
He looks over to his boyfriend, still staring at the monitor, playing a game he promised would be done by now.
“You said you’d be done by the time my shower got over.”
“Just 10 more minutes, Jiminah.”
Jungkook looks up from the computer, gives his boyfriend a once over before shouts of his fellow player on his headphones bring him back to the game.
“Hyung put on some clothes.”
“What if I don’t, huh?” Jimin walks over to the monitor and sits by the table, his face tilted sideways, challenging. “Will that get you to stop playing?”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he tries to keep his focus on the monitor. “Hyung please!”
“Gosh fine. You’re lucky you’re cute.” Jimin says as he gets up, rubbing the maknae’s chin affectionately before he walks to his cupboard.
“Huh what to pick… what to pick.”
It soon dawns on Jungkook that Jimin is spending way too much time on picking clothes, considering the fact that their only plan tonight is to stay in bed. He turns to take a quick look.
Big Mistake.
Ah this hyung will be the end of me.
“Hyung for gawdsaakes wear something. I’ve got a game to win, I can’t….”
“Gosh who asked you to look at me huh? I’m here minding my own business looking through my boyfriend’s clothes, deciding what to wear… how is that in any way bothering you!?”
“Your state of undress is what’s bothering me!! Ah fuckkkk, I’ve lost 3 men. 3 men Jimin!” Jungkook says emphatically.
“You’re about to lose this man you brat!”
By then Jungkook’s attention is already back on the game. Jimin turns back to the cupboard piled with Jungkook’s neatly folded clothes.
“There’s so much variety of choice though….loose black shirt, loose black shirt, loose white shirt or 3 dark hoodies? What to choose Jungkookie?”
“I don’t care. Just put some pants on will you!?”
Ah this brat promises me that his game will be done and then gets mad when I’m simply walking around. I’ll give him something to think about.
Jimin coughs loudly and then starts to do the cute boxing routine that he knows the younger is a goner for. And he knows him well, for despite being extremely focused on his game, Jungkook’s eyes pick up on Jimin at the exact moment he gives the final shake. Jungkook groans and Jimin starts giggling, jubilant about his boyfriend’s reaction.
He finally decides on a dark grey hoodie and black shorts and settles himself on their bed, well technically Jungkook’s bed, taking out his phone.
Oh! A Vlive notification!
It’s Tae!!
Jimin clicks on the notification and starts watching his broadcast. Tae is talking about Tannie.
Aww he misses Tannie so much. My baby.
His soulmate melts as Tae adorably gushes about his pet, showing ARMY his new pictures and videos.
Jimin takes the menu card on the bedside to browse for what to get for dinner.
It’s technically still dinner if it’s the food you’re eating at night, even though its half past midnight right? Appa and Omma must have long slept off by now, Jimin thinks, them having had dinner when he himself was performing in front of thousands.
I’m in a hotel room that I’m sharing with my band mate, who also happens to be my boyfriend, after performing, for hours, songs that we made, for our devoted fans, in fricking Paris.
The surreality of it all hitting him once again as it does every few days.
The feeling of disbelief never going away. No matter how many concerts they perform, no matter how many comebacks they make, no matter how many awards they receive, no matter how many ARMYs come see them.
It all still feels too good to be true.
Jimin is woken up from his thoughts by a steady stream of curses Jungkook hurls at the screen. He shakes his head laughing as he goes back to the menu. Rarely if ever does Jungkook get mad, and the fact that it’s almost exclusively about video games makes him almost coo with affection. Such a baby.
“Jimin!!! The mouse is being weird! Why is the mouse weird, Jimin!?”
The way he gets all childish while playing.
“Oh just finish it off, you big baby!”
Jungkook turns to see Jimin leafing through the menu. “Babe just a salad for me today.”
“Oh right…you didn’t go to the gym, I was about to order your usual.” Jimin laughs as he takes out the phone and gives their orders.
Taehyungie is now talking about him learning how to play the violin and he can’t help melt once again at how earnestly he says he will try harder because he isn’t “good”. Jimin has heard him playing and he definitely wouldn’t call it bad. His soulmate like him, always tougher on himself than others.
Jimin decides to take a quick detour to twitter before coming back. He scrolls through a bunch of clips from their concert today. He’s been scrolling for some 10 minutes when he finds a bunch of posts that seem to be trending. It’s apparently from some website that generates prompts for writers. There’s a whole list of things about Yoongi hyung and Hobi hyung. And then, he lands upon his and Jungkook’s and he can’t believe his eyes, because the incidents mentioned…they have almost all happened!
Jimin and Jungkook playing joyous and silly music to dance around the living room to.
Jungkook and Jimin resting together and talking to each other before falling asleep.
Jimin and Jungkook sharing a soft smile across a crowded room
Jimin prevents Jungkook from getting out of bed by cuddling them.
Jungkook giving Jimin a piggyback ride.
And his favourite till now….Jungkook and Jimin at a late night gathering after everyone has gone home, dancing in the moonlight.
Memories flooding his mind of a not so different night a couple of weeks ago, Jimin looks up fondly at his boyfriend who still continued to be uber engrossed in the game.
Jungkook: I love you.
Jimin: *shoving laundry basket into Jungkook’s hands* stop saying I love you to get out of chores.
Ah more like the other way around.
He laughs as he thinks of the various things he has done in order to get out of doing chores.
Gosh there are SO many of these!
Jimin giggles every now and then because it’s all so amusing.
Jimin dressed up as a sexy cop for Halloween and Jungkook keeps surrendering to Jimin by saying “I’ve been very bad, you should arrest me.”
Now that one. That one was the final straw.
Jimin begins to lose it. His laughter getting louder with every prompt.
“Jiminah what is happening?”
“You finish that game and I’ll tell you.”
Jimin wearing clothes in Jungkook 's favourite colour.
Jungkook kissing Jimin under the rain without an umbrella after a silly argument, proceeding to giggle it out.
Shut up. Nooooo!
WHAT!?!?
This is getting freaky.
How a random prompt generator was coming up with these was blowing his mind. Sure there were some improbable ones like…
Jimin and Jungkook go on a camping trip. Jimin forgets to bring a sleeping bag, so they have to squeeze into Jungkook’s sleeping bag.
First of all, as if they had enough time to go on frickin camping trips.
Jimin suppresses a guffaw.
And on top of that, to get this boy to agree to a camping trip.
He of course had his ways of persuading Jungkook, but the thought of even asking his boyfriend to go on a camping trip by itself send him into further howls of laughter.
“Jiminieee! Tell me!”
“Stop that stupid game and come here! You’re missing out!!”
“Please!! 10 more minutes and I’m yours.”
Jimin shakes his head and goes back to his phone.
Jungkook: It’s just so easy to pick you up.
Jimin and Jungkook slow dance together.
Jimin wakes Jungkook at 4 am because they want someone to eat cereal with. Jungkook questions why, but Jimin surprises them and says, “I just wanted to be with you is all…”
Jimin adds it to his growing list of favourites he’s saved to show Jungkook later.
Jungkook gently kisses Jimin on the nose.
Jimin groans internally. All the romance of virtual Jimin and Jungkook catching up to him. It’s been daaays since the last nose kiss and suddenly Jimin feels mega deprived.
Lemme see what TaeTae is up to.
He’s talking about his coke addiction and smiling at ARMY’s comments urging him to stop.
What an adorable baby bear.
Maybe I should go surprise him at his room?
At that exact moment, the bell rings, as if to punctuate his thought.
Ooh food is here.
Jimin gets out of bed.
He looks out through the peep hole, and waits until the staff goes away before opening the door to pull the cart in. He is after all, not supposed to be found by the hotel staff staying over at Jungkook’s room.
He opens the sheath, pops a few watermelon slices into his mouth before turning around to look over at Jungkook who still seems very much into the game.
He receives a message notification suddenly. It’s Tae on their group chat.
“Who wants to come to my room?”
Jimin looks at his boyfriend’s intense laser focus eyes on the screen.
“Me.” He texts back.
Jimin walks up to the wardrobe and changes into pants.
He can make it up to Jungkook later. Or Jungkook can make it up to him, whatever.
Jimin walking out in tight fitting pants seems to have gotten the younger’s attention because he now was looking at him puzzled.
Jimin shows him his phone screen, points to Tae doing the Live and lifts his hand to wave goodbye.
“Hyung!!” Jungkook whines, hurt evident, but soon masked by embarrassment realising he had no real right to be hurt here.
“Jungkookah you finish your game. Imma chill with Tae and ARMY for a while. We’ll have dinner together okay?” Jimin says, pushing back his hair looking at the mirror.
“Hyung no please I’ll be done soon!”
“Yeah call me when you’re done. I’ve texted Tae already.” Jimin says with an air of finality, walking up to the door.
Jungkook suddenly springs up from his chair, and sprints to the door before Jimin, blocking his way.
“What is happening?” Jimin asks, startled.
“What does it look like? I’m stopping you from going.”
“What happened to just 10 minutes?”
“It really was going to be just 10 minutes Jiminah, but then Yugyeom got resurrected and we got another chance to-”
“Ah bup bup bup, you can go back to the game. Byee.” Jimin says trying to make his way around Jungkook.
“Please nooooo I don’t wanna go back. I wanna hangout with you.” The taller says as he suddenly engulfs Jimin in a hug.
Fuck.
Jungkook inhales the scent of his own shampoo from his boyfriend’s hair.
What the hell was I doing playing that gawdforsaken game.
He smells so good.
Sniff Sniff Sniff
He inhales some more before pulling back.
“Please don’t go hyung.”
“I’ll be back once Tae’s live is done.” Jimin tries to extricate himself, but Jungkook grabs on.
“No no no. You can’t go. Please! I shouldn’t have made you wait so long. I’m sorry Jiminah!”
“Oh I’m definitely going. I texted him Jungkook!” Jimin says pulling back.
Jungkook pouts, his eyes downcast.
“I’m sorry I was a jerk hyung. You deserve to be mad at me, because that was shitty of me. But would it be even shittier of me to ask you to please not go? I really am so sorry.”
Jimin notices Jungkook’s lips tremble.
He looks up, to meet two round and very apologetic eyes.
His puppy dog eyes.
He melts. Instantly.
Of course he does.
“Aww my baby… it’s okay as long as you—”
“Don’t repeat it. Yes of course not.” Jungkook shakes his head, vehemently. Determined not to repeat such a silly mistake.
“But Tae must have already told ARMY that I’ll be joining.”
“Well ARMY had you all these hours!” Jungkook adds, still pouting hoping that his boyfriend finds it cute enough to take mercy and stay.
“You sure you’re done with your game?”
“Positive.” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s hand, goes over to the computer, and pulls the plug out from the socket.
“I’ve told you a hundred times not to do that!” Jimin smacks the younger’s hand admonishingly.
He turns around smiling sheepishly to Jimin.
“You want me to delete the game? I will you know!”
His grand gestures.
“Hello calm down will you!? No need for any extreme measures.”
“I’m sorry baby.” Jungkook grabs Jimin close, locking his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, eyes piercing.
His galaxy eyes.
A slow smile creeps up the smaller’s face.
“Does that smile mean you’re gonna ditch the vlive then?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m willing to work with that.”
Jungkook smiles as he plants a kiss onto Jimin’s cheek before he goes up to lock the door. He takes out his phone and sees the group chat.
Oho so he texted on the group.
“He’s busy.” Jungkook types off, keeps the phone on the table, and turns around as he feels a pillow hit him. “Not even an apology, such a brat!”
He smiles cheekily at Jimin before going to the bathroom.
Jimin settles himself onto the bed with the remaining pillows, taking out his phone so that he could text Tae himself.
“Taehyungah Mianhae. I can’t come now. You look super cute though. ARMY must be loving it. I’ll join you in another vlive soon. Saranghae.”
There. Done.
“When should we eat?” Jungkook asks now back in the room.
“In half an hour?”
The taller nods.
Jimin lifts a finger in a come-hither motion.
Jungkook gleefully hops onto bed.
“Alright now …show me what you were laughing about.” He says leaning back against the headboard as Jimin cosies up to him.
“See this.”
Jungkook gently kisses Jimin on the nose
Jungkook looks down with a puzzled expression.
“What’s that?”
“See this…it’s a prompt generator. Our fans have put our names in these boxes over here and the website has come up with prompts for them to write stuff. You know the fanfictions and all.”
“Ah yes yes. So this is a prompt? That is so cute!”
“Oh you haven’t seen anything… there’s so much more. A lot of them freaky cos it’s eerily similar to stuff that has actually happened.”
“Really? Like what?”
“Before that, I’d like to receive that nose kiss.” Jimin looks up fluttering his eyelashes excessively.
Jungkook giggles leaning down to brush his nose against his boyfriend before giving a soft peck right at the tip.
When he does that.
“Ah I missed this.” Jimin smiles hugging Jungkook tightly before pulling his phone back up.
“Yeah so there was actually something very similar to that fight we had a few years ago in the rain!”
“Wait what?”
“Yeah. Not kidding. Lemme see if I can find it. I didn’t save it.”
“No no nevermind. What’s this website? Maybe we can enter our names and see for ourselves.”
“Ahaa…yes. Lemme see.”
After a few minutes of scrolling Jimin arrives at the link and soon both of them are huddled over their phones thoroughly entertained by the prompts.
Jimin drags Jungkook into the freezing cold to make a snowman.
“Damn!! It’s like they know you!!” Jungkook pokes his finger lightly into Jimin’s side, sending him into peals of laughter.
Jimin wakes to find that it snowed overnight and gets excited about playing in it. Jungkook gets excited because this means that when Jimin comes inside, it will be time for cuddling by the fire.
“Daaamn. It’s like they know Me!!” Jungkook giggles, because of course he hates being dragged out of his room. But he’d get dragged out of a thousand rooms if it means he’ll end up cuddling with Jimin when he’s back. Not that the playing around, tackling him and seeing Jimin all glowing with joy because of the snow isn’t a reward in itself. He looks towards his boyfriend, giggling at the newest prompt and feels a giant wave of emotion wash over him. He reaches out to lock his hands around the elder.
Jimin looks up, his hands pressed in between their bodies.
“Koo? What’s happening?”
“I just love you so much Jiminah.” Jungkook says, smiling.
His random declarations of love.
“And I love you!”
“To the moon and back.” Jimin adds taking a pause… feeling all the love in the world. Because that’s the only way to describe what Jungkook looking at him like this feels like. Like he’s a whole frickin meteor shower.
“To the moon and back.” Jungkook scrunches his nose gleefully.
His nose scrunch.
Jimin smiles, his eyes turning into familiar crescents and Jungkook swears he could die like this and not regret a thing.
He presses a firm kiss to Jimin’s forehead and then leans down to brush their noses before he captures his lips.
He pulls back, before leaning back in and leaving a peck.
The way each kiss feels special.
He repeats the cycle.
This time three pecks, before leaning back and beaming at his boyfriend who is not exactly sure of what’s happening, but is nevertheless very happy about it.
“What was all that for?” He giggles.
“Just cause.”
“Ah my favourite kind.” Jimin declares, kissing him back, before turning to his phone again.
Jungkook waking Jimin up with gentle kisses.
“Actually no...Those are my favourite kind.”
Jungkook nods all matter of fact, “I know”, resulting in a prompt cheek pinch courtesy the elder.
“Ooh I found a good one!” Jungkook exclaims.
Jimin and Jungkook remembering their first kiss… and they have very different takes on it.
Jimin looks up quizzically.
“Let’s do it.”
“Do what Jungkookie?”
“Let’s describe our first kiss in one word. You go first.”
“Ay it’s our first kiss, of course its specia-”
“STOP.” Jungkook says covering the elder’s mouth.
“Not words like special or amazing or beautiful or magical cos yes it was all that, but other more basic adjectives. We never really talked about it yanno.”
“Ah okay got it. Let’s say it together?”
“Okaay.” Jungkook thinks for a second before a blush descends on his cheeks.
“Why am I feeling nervous?” He asks, covering his mouth laughing at the fact that he actually feels nervous.
Jimin massages Jungkook’s chest. “Ay why so cute Jungkookie? It’s just for fun no?”
“Yes yes let’s just say it. You ready?”
“Yep.”
“Okay One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
“ It was Hot.”
“Soft.”
“NO”
“Noooo”
“What?”
“HOW!??”
Both of them laugh.
“Heylo how was the kiss hot? It was super soft!” Jungkook asks his eyes all round in shock.
How within the confident 21 year old there is still a bit of that bewildered 14 year old.
“Excuse me! I felt like you were about to devour me whole!”
How he gets shy easily.
Jungkook feels his blush getting redder.
“What!? No you didn’t… shut up!”
Calm down it’s been 3 years! Jungkook shakes his head to get his mind out of this irrational zone of being embarrassed in front of the one person who’s seen and been with him at his worst. The one person who knows him better than anybody in the world.
Jimin goes on, blissfully unaware of Jungkook’s thoughts. “I’m telling you… you seemed like a boy who had been starved for years and then finally got some rice, I had to control myself so much! You have NO idea baby!” Jungkook can’t help but laugh at that. Trust him to make me feel better without even knowing he’s doing it.
“Rice hyung? You were the whole buffet!”
And now it’s Jimin’s turn to blush.
His cheesy af pick-up lines.
“This is not a chance for you to use your pick-up lines Jungkook… you tell me how the hell it was soft. Cos I don’t remember it being soft at all.”
“Well the prompt got it right again, moving on.” Jungkook laughs nervously going back to his phone.
Jimin takes the phone out of his hand.
“Lool what? Tell me!”
“No it’s embarrassing now that I’ve heard your side of it.”
“Aigooo just tell me.” Jimin settles himself on Jungkook’s lap, eyes locked on the maknae’s face.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
Jimin feels offended. Hands clutching his chest level offended.
“As if I would ever make fun of something my precious babie Jungkookie felt!”
“Okay That. That’s EXACTLY what it was like.”
“What?” Jimin blinks, confused.
“You were holding me like –like, like I …” Jungkook’s lisp pops out as he puts his arms around Jimin, adjusting his legs to make him more comfortable.
His adorable lisp.
“Like you …?”
“Like I was precious um… and I dunno I felt like I was…” Jungkook racks his brain for the right word. “...cherished?”
Jimin’s heart clenches cos WHAT??
“I-I had NO clue! All this time I was walking about thinking it was a hot af kiss and this is what you’ve been thinking! My babie.” Jimin says pinching Jungkook’s nose lightly before kissing his cheek. “I don’t understand how it was so different for both of us though.” He says turning around settling himself between Jungkook’s legs using his chest as a backrest, clasping both their hands over his stomach.
“See… for me… I wasn’t really sure if you’d ever see me more than just a dongsaeng, so when you kissed me back… I was like… I have to make the most of it and that’s probably why you felt I went crazy on you.”
How much he made him feel wanted.
Jimin giggles taking both of the younger’s hands and bringing it to his lips.
“For me let’s see…I had accepted the fact that my crush on you was there to stay cos duh how could it not…but I was determined not to do anything about it cos I was your hyung and had to protect you. But then when you asked me if you could kiss me, I was obviously so gone the hyung in me decided to pack his bags.”
Jungkook giggles.
“But I guess he still stayed around to watch what happens cos… even if you were the one to initiate the kiss I-I didn’t want it to be anything that made you uncomfortable… I wanted to protect you so bad, Jungkookah. So maybe… maybe that’s what you felt.”
Silence.
“Jungkookie?”
Nothing.
“Kkyu say something.”
Sniffles.
Jimin turns around to get a look at his boyfriend’s face and there… his round precious eyes glistening the slightest bit, as he dabs at them with his hands.
“Baby did you just tear up?”
“You can’t just tell a guy that and not expect him to cry. I’m human you know.”
“Aigoooo.” Jimin gets up on his knees pulling Jungkook close, resting his face on the younger’s head, hugging him tight.
How he had the most beautiful and sensitive heart.
“My baby.”
Jimin pulls back and then leans down to pepper Jungkook’s face with kisses…chanting “Must protect. Must protect” after each kiss.
When he finally arrives at his target destination aka Jungkook’s giggles Jimin pulls back and settles himself down like before.
“Okay back to the prompts.”
“Aish some of these are soo cute I wanna try it.” The younger almost whines.
“Ooh show me.” Jimin pulls himself up to glance at Jungkook’s phone.
“No no. I wanna surprise you.”
How he was always thinking of ways to surprise him.
“You do realise that I’ve been seeing these prompts for a longer time I probably already saw the ones you were referring to.”
“Ah then that’s enough.” Jungkook tries to snatch Jimin’s phone but the elder leaps out of bed straight to the bathroom.
He comes back and then turns back again.
Jungkook looks up mid-laugh from the phone. “Why are you going again?”
“I’ll just change out of these pants.”
“Why do you need to go to the bathroom for that? C’mere, I can help.” The younger declares, putting down his phone
“Oh can you?” Jimin’s tone teasing.
“Uhuhh…” Jungkook nods, sliding up to the edge of the bed. “C’mere.”
The way he says c’mere.
Jimin walks up to him.
“Turn around”.
Jimin lifts his eyebrows and does as he is told.
When he gets assertive every once in a while.
One second Jimin feels hands on his hips and the next second… he’s pulled onto the bed.
Jimin tries turning around. “What the hell are you doing?”
He receives an answer soon, as Jungkook begins tickling him.
“Aishh no. This is not ….ahh….” Shouts and squeals ensue as the tickling gets vigorous.
“Aishh this isn’t fair… you’re huge I’m not even…ah… able to turn a-around to attack you.”
Jungkook stops for a second, giving Jimin time to tackle him and those 5 seconds were enough for Jimin to settle himself on his stomach.
“Ha. There is no escape for you now!” The smaller declares triumphantly.
He starts tickling Jungkook but he soon realises how pointless it is. Because the moment Jungkook starts laughing his whole body shakes and Jimin is almost thrown off the bed. His boyfriend however manages to catch him easily, arresting his fall… ending up holding him close, laughing.
His eyes all crinkled up when he laughs.
And seeing him laugh like that makes Jimin laugh out louder, his happiness always multiplying when the younger is happy. The laughter finally dissolves into soft smiles and Jimin slowly brushes Jungkook’s rapidly growing hair out of his precious ocean eyes. He feels his eyes go down to his lips and Jimin decides to break the silence.
“So… my pants?”
“I’m sorry what?” Jungkook slowly looks up, meeting his eyes.
“My pants? You were gonna help me take them off?”
“Oh no Jiminssi. Let’s have the food first. I can’t see you pants-less and then think about having food. It’s just not happening.”
When he calls me Jiminssi.
Jimin giggles, slapping his hands on Jungkook’s chest.
“Fine. Let’s have food then.”
“Yes let’s have food.”
“Let’s have food.” Jimin tries to get out of Jungkook’s grasp.
“Yes lets!” Jungkook says enthusiastically, holding him tighter.
Jimin breaks into giggles. “Jungkookie you need to let me go.”
“You’re stuck with me hyung.”
“Yah your salad is getting cold.”
Jungkook instantly rolls Jimin away and jumps out of bed to the table. Jimin follows his lead.
How he literally just pushed me off of him but all I can think about is how cute his butt is.
Jimin walks up to Jungkook and backhugs him, planting a kiss to the back of his neck and then on his favourite mole of the younger’s, the one on his neck. “All mine.”
Jungkook turns around munching on his salad.
“I thought Naanu nekkoya (I am mine)?” Jungkook says referring to Jimin’s famous quote during a recent vlive. The members had a lot of fun with it, even making it their group chat name for a whole month.
The way he talks with his mouth full.
“Yes yes, I am mine. But also, you are me, I am you. Therefore, you are mine. It’s elementary my dear.” Jimin pinches Jungkook’s cheeks before settling down to eat.
“So you’re saying: what’s yours is yours and what’s mine is also yours?” The younger’s satoori popping out as he sits down on the nearby chair.
When he slips into satoori.
“Uhuh.” Jimin giggles, tangling their legs together.
“Where have I heard that before Jiminssi?” Jungkook asks dramatically cocking his head to the side.
“Uh you must be thinking of this guy who used to be my boyfriend.”
“Used to?”
Jimin gets up suddenly, going down on his knees. “Jeon Jungkook…”
Jungkook looks up from his salad.
Jimin continues “… the light of my life, the greatest singer slash boyfriend ever and the most precious boy on earth, my dearest dear, will you Ma—?”
“Ha ha ha very funny.” Jungkook deadpans, giving a light shove to his hyung, making him get up.
“No seriously!” Jimin says back on the chair, his eyes all wide, as if to appear sincere, as he slurps the bibimmyeon.
“Hyung I know you are joking but I feel compelled to tell you that you are not gonna rob me off of the chance to propose to you first and definitely not if your proposal is in the middle of a tour in a frickin hotel room while I’m stuffing myself with a salad.”
“Alright alright, I was joking but seriously where do you want it to be?”
“First of all it’s not gonna be you, imma beat you to it.”
“It’s not a competition you kyoodie.”
“Uhuh it SO is and this is one competition you ain’t winning against me.”
“Sure baby.”
“Yes and second of all, if by some twist of fate you are gonna end up proposing first then I don’t care where you propose to me. Whatever you plan, I know I’ll love it anyways. ”
“What if I’m doing it here, for real?”
“Okay not in a hotel room while I’m still sweating from the concert.”
“Aish go take a shower.” Jimin burps, his dinner finished.
“No I hope to soon partake in some activities that will involve sweating so I’ll take a shower after that.” Jungkook says wiggling his eyebrows.
Jimin whines walking to the bathroom to wash his hands. “You should have told me first. Why did I already shower?”
“I meant exercising”. Jungkook shouts in the direction of the bathroom.
“Yah.” Jimin walks in and takes a pillow from the floor and flings it at his boyfriend.
“Any other places that are a strict No-No?”
“No proposing in hotel rooms. No proposing in cars. Just… no proposing in tiny closed spaces.”
“I thought you loved tiny closed spaces seeing that you never leave your room.” Jimin’s tone, teasing as he applies moisturiser on his hands.
“Not for proposing! Although it’d be kinda cute being proposed to in our own bedroom but no. Okay that’s it. I’m done speaking about this. And doesn’t matter anyways. Imma beat you. ”
Jimin laughs getting cosy back in the bed.
“Jiminssi I’m definitely beating you so don’t laugh that much.” Jungkook says coming back from the bathroom his hands washed.
“Well what if I want you to?”
“Oh you would Jiminah. When I do beat you… as in…when I actually do propose...it’s gonna knock your socks off.”
“Okay stop you’re scaring me.”
“I thought you couldn’t wait to get married.”
“No not that. The scale of your proposal.”
“Yeesh you don’t worry about all that, when it happens and it’s gonna happen… you will love it. It can happen next week, next month or a few years from now. But know this. Socks. Will. Be. Knocked. Off.”
How dramatic and secretive he can get about future surprises.
“Alright alright.” Jimin giggles, opening his laptop and setting it down on the bed.
“Now come… we have to finish that drama we’ve been watching.”
“What about my exercise?”
“Yah first let the food get digested!”
“Ah yes you’re so smart Jiminie.” Jungkook crawls up the bed putting his head onto Jimin’s lap as the elder loads the new episode.
“Aish how are you gonna watch it in that angle huh baby?”
“I’ll adjust, you just keep doing this every once in a while.” Jungkook smiles referring to Jimin’s hands softly brushing his hair.
His smile.
“Shall I press play then?”
“Wait wait.” Jungkook adjusts his head on the lap before taking hold of Jimin’s free hand and clasping it tightly in his.
How he always finds excuses to hold hands.
“Yes let’s get it.”
When he says that.
Jimin giggles, pressing play. The day’s tensions and excitement all fading away. The title card of the drama appears on the screen as the OST starts playing. Jimin leans back on the headboard and squeezes Jungkook’s hand in his, exhaling contentedly.
Finally, it’s good to be home.