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Rays of blinding sunlight filtered through the curtains as a cool, autumn breeze filled the room. The sounds of singing birds had long faded into the hours of dawn and had instead, been replaced with the bustling noise of city life, signalling the transition from morning to midday. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open to be met with a sight that still made his heart beat faster after four years.
Park Jimin. A male two years his senior with cat-like eyes was lying next to him, sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped around Jungkook’s torso, legs intertwined. The elder’s face looked so tranquil at that moment that Jungkook couldn’t help but stare. The way golden rays of sun reflected off Jimin’s face made it seemed as if Jimin was glowing. No. Jimin was constantly glowing and that was something Jungkook hoped would always stay. The way Jimin’s face was rid of any worried creases was a look Jungkook wished would be permanent on the elder’s face. The way Jimin’s lips parted ever-so-slightly as he unconsciously snuggled closer to Jungkook was something Jungkook wished would be forever.
Jimin. Jungkook. Forever.
As Jungkook gazed over Jimin’s sleeping figure, hands automatically reaching up to stroke Jimin’s tousled brown hair, he wondered if he would be able to keep Jimin by his side forever. They had already endured four long years together. Sometimes, Jungkook would admit, he had felt distant from the other, especially during the two years where Jungkook was in high school and Jimin in college; but at the end of the day, whether he fell asleep to the sounds of Jimin’s static breathing over the phone or with Jimin in his arms, Jungkook knew Jimin was worth it all.
The said male shifted slightly under Jungkook touch, mumbling incoherent words. Smiling softly, Jungkook dropped his hands from Jimin’s head to the elder’s waist. He wrapped his arms around the waist and pulled Jimin closer so that their chests were touching, ignoring the way his heart beat faster from the contact. The scent of Jimin’s honey shampoo drifted up Jungkook’s nose as he positioned his head closer to Jimin’s, wanting to bask in a blissful Sunday morning with Jimin instead of rushing around to get to his lectures on time.
Jungkook squinted at the clock on the nightstand.11:35am. It had only been two hours since Jungkook had woken Jimin up in the morning for sex and he was sure the older would be tired, if not, exhausted, from doing something physical upon waking up so he let the male sleep some more as he slipped out of bed. He quietly moved across the room, finding his clothes and slipping them on quickly.
He glanced at the figure on the bed who was now curled into a ball to protect himself from the cool breeze blowing into the room. Jungkook’s gaze softened as he walked towards the bed and fixed the blanket to cover Jimin and hence, keep the sleeping male warm (but not before admiring the blooming marks over Jimin’s collarbones and chest). Pressing a chaste kiss on the elder’s forehead, Jungkook slipped out of the room into the bathroom to wash up and then into the kitchen to begin cooking brunch.
Though Jungkook was never really the chef of the house, he was still able to cook a decent breakfast and decided to make a basic one since he knew Jimin would wake up soon. Toast, scrambled eggs and bacon would be a nice after-sex meal, wouldn’t it? He took out the necessary ingredients before putting bread into the toaster and placing the frying pan on the stove. He cracked the egg into the pan, cringing as some of the shell fell in with the egg. Taking out the egg shell, he began humming a song.
My first date with you, my heart keeps pounding like a kid
These days, Sunday, the sun called you is rising on Sunday
He could clearly remember their first date together, awkward high schooler Jimin and Jungkook wandering the shopping mall and night stalls until late at night. The day was full of smiles and laughter. Jungkook already knew from that moment that he was in love with Jimin, more than he should be, but Jimin had revealed he fell in love with Jungkook later. At that time, Jimin had just thought Jungkook was extremely cute and saw potential within the other, and boy, was he right.
The toaster gave a ding as the toasted bread popped up and Jungkook reached over to place them onto a plate. He put another two slices into the toaster and turned around to the frying pan again. Just as Jungkook flipped the egg, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a chin rest on his shoulder.
“Hey Kookie,” Jimin mumbled, sleep and exhaustion lacing his voice.
“Hey baby, couldn’t sleep?”
“Missed you,” Jimin murmured, his grip around Jungkook’s waist tightening. The small action made Jungkook’s heart flutter and a smile spread across his face.
“Missed you too.”
Jungkook tipped the egg out of the frying pan and onto a plate before cracking another. This time, it was perfectly cracked. He turned around and lifted Jimin up onto the kitchen counter by the thighs, pecking the other’s lips and tasting the minty mouthwash they both used. They kept the pace slow, with Jimin’s arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck and Jungkook’s arms around Jimin’s waist. Jungkook let himself immerse in Jimin’s honey scent and Jimin found himself breathing in Jungkook’s sweet apple shampoo.
They both broke apart for air a few minutes later. Taking a step back, Jungkook finally took in Jimin’s appearance. The older had dishevelled, chocolate brown hair and slightly droopy eyes. He wore a white sweater (Jungkook’s) that just managed to cover his clothed ass but nothing below that. Jungkook felt pride and satisfaction surge through his body when he looked at the male’s neck that was completely covered in red and purple marks. Mine.
He heard a small giggle and his eyes averted back to Jimin’s face, which was now flushing a light pink in embarrassment. Jungkook gave a smile in return, hands travelling under Jimin’s sweater and lightly touching the skin underneath.
“Jungkook, the eggs!” Jimin suddenly exclaimed. Jungkook quickly ripped himself away from Jimin and faced the stove. He grabbed the spatula and immediately flipped the egg over to find that it had been slightly burnt. He smiled sheepishly at Jimin who could only roll his eyes.
“I love you?”
He watched as Jimin hopped off the counter to take the other two pieces of toasted bread out and place them on the plate before bringing the plate to the table. When Jimin came back, he leaned in to peck Jungkook’s lips. “I love you too, you idiot. Now don’t let this side of the egg burn.”
Jungkook grinned before shaking his head and returning his attention to the eggs frying away in the pan. He began to softly hum, occasionally glancing in Jimin’s direction to admire the other’s appearance. He finished the eggs and put them on a plate which he then brought to the dining table where Jimin was already seated after setting the table.
“Breakfast for the princess,” Jungkook joked, laughing as Jimin cutely scrunched his face. He sat down in the wooden chair opposing Jimin and distributed the eggs and toast. He was about to dig into his own meal when he remembered he needed to make both of their daily dose of coffee. Sighing, he stood up and made his way to the kitchen.
“Jungkook? What are you making now?”
“You know we can’t survive without our daily dose of caffeine,” Jungkook replied. He busied himself with collecting the necessities to make coffee; boiling water, coffee powder, cup, sugar and milk. He didn’t hear the soft padding of footsteps until a pair of soft hands took the coffee powder away.
“It’s not like we have to go to college today or anything. I was thinking of just cuddling and lounging around today since we haven’t had free time to ourselves in a while. I think orange juice for breakfast will suffice.” Jimin said, packing the powder away and taking out the orange juice instead.
Jungkook hummed in agreement and slipped his arms around Jimin’s waist as they walked back to the table, smiling as Jimin leaned into his touch.
After brunch, Jungkook was told by Jimin to go pick a movie to watch while the other washed dishes and no matter how many times Jungkook said he’d do the dishes, Jimin kept insisting until Jungkook finally gave in. He pecked Jimin’s lips before walking into the living room to set up the movie. He picked out a movie and went back to the kitchen where Jimin was softly singing as he cleaned the dishes. Jungkook crept up silently behind Jimin and wrapped his arms around the other’s waist while pecking his cheek simultaneously.
“Jungkook!” Jimin erupted in a giggles, face blushing a soft pink due to the unexpectedness of the action. The taller simply hugged Jimin tighter while swaying back and forth. As Jimin tilted his head a little to allow the other to place his head in the crook of his neck, Jungkook let out a sigh of contempt. It was moments like these that reminded him of how deeply in love he was with Jimin. Sure, they had their ups and downs just like any other couple, but it was simple moments like these that made Jimin creep even more into his heart. Jungkook was sure that if someone opened up his heart right now, they would only see Jimin, his family, Iron Man and food.
“Jungkook, I need to wash the dishes.” Jimin said as he moved. He began washing the dishes with soap when he saw movement in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see Jungkook begin to rinse the dishes with clean water before stacking them on the stand. Together they finished washing while talking and exchanging jokes with the occasional hip bump.
Just as Jungkook finished drying his hands, he felt himself being turned around to face Jimin. Before he could even ask what the other needed, a pair of soft lips were placed on top of his and it was as if everything in his brain short-circuited. He couldn’t think or do anything but think of Jimin and kiss him more. He wrapped his arms around the shorter male’s waist and pulled him closer so that their bodies were touching. Their breaths mixed as Jungkook tilted his head to kiss Jimin deeper, teeth clashing slightly and tongues tangling together. He brought a hand up to caress Jimin’s cheeks while a hand slipped under the other’s sweater, feeling the skin underneath.
When they both broke apart for air with minimal gap between their lips, Jimin rested his head on Jungkook’s chest and his hands that were tightly clasping the taller male’s shirt loosened. They stood there for minutes, doing nothing but listening to the sound of each other’s rapid heartbeat.
“Jungkook? Should we move to the couch and watch the movie now?” Jimin mumbled into Jungkook’s broad chest.
“Okay Minnie, let’s go watch Iron Man.” Jungkook said, ushering his boyfriend into his arms and into the living room where there was a large leather couch.
“Seriously Jungkook?” Jimin whined as Jungkook set up the movie. “We’ve seen this so many times already.”
Jungkook laughed before hitting play and settling on the couch so that Jimin was leaning back on his chest and resting the elder’s head on his arm. “I know but I can never get enough of Tony Stark, just like I can never get enough of you,” he said, before nuzzling his head into the crook of Jimin’s neck. Jimin burst into laughter before twisting his head to look at Jungkook.
“You cheesy brat. You’re lucky I love you.”
“I know Minnie, especially when you moan my name in bed.” Jungkook replied sneakily, bringing his arms around Jimin’s to trap them.
“Shut up,” Jimin muttered as his face flushed red. He adverted his eyes to the movie that was playing on the TV and if he had looked back for just a second, he would have seen the fond smile spreading over Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook pecked Jimin’s temple before getting comfortable for the movie.
Somewhere during the movie, Jungkook peeked over Jimin’s shoulder to see the other male fast asleep, chest heaving up and down in a simple rhythm. Jungkook felt his heart race as his eyes traced over the peaceful features of Jimin’s sleeping face. His free hand travelled to intertwine with Jimin’s, rubbing soft circles to sooth the male. Jungkook’s mind was no longer filled with Iron Man, but with Jimin. Jimin’s plump lips, Jimin’s smooth, milky skin, Jimin’s body that was covered in spots of dark red and purple. All he could think about was Jimin and how blessed he was to have the said male in his life.
To Jungkook, Jimin was ethereal, so perfect that no-one he had ever met could compare to the beauty the male radiated. Maybe it was the way Jimin’s smile could make Jungkook’s day so much brighter after a gruelling 6 hours of work and college, or maybe it was the way Jimin’s laugh sounded like bells, chiming in the distance. Perhaps it was the way Jimin knew exactly how to press his buttons to rile him up, only to bring him down again with utmost pleasure; but Jungkook could never get enough of the shorter male.
Jimin’s eyes fluttered open after a while, to find Jungkook staring at him, lips curved in a soft smile.
“Hey there Sleeping Beauty,” Jungkook greeted, breaking his hand away from Jimin’s to brush away the loose hair that was falling onto Jimin’s face.
“Sorry for sleeping through your movie Kookie.” Jimin mumbled apologetically. He brought his small hand up to rub his eyes to clear his vision.
“It’s okay Minnie, you look cute when you’re sleeping. Besides, I know that you’re probably still pretty worn out.” Jungkook murmured, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on Jimin’s lips. Jimin smiled, pressing his head forward to deepen the kiss.
When they separated, faces both flushed, Jungkook grinned his toothy smile as Jimin shyly buried his head into Jungkook’s chest. The taller moved his arms to Jimin’s waist and pulled the smaller into his embrace and there they stayed, comfortably cuddling and whispering sweet words of love until the sun went down.
Sure, Jungkook didn’t live in a picture perfect world where everyone lived in peace and harmony. He didn’t live in a world where he could control his own fate and decide the crucial moments of his life. He didn’t live in a world where everyone was accepted as they were; but he did live in a world where the love of his life was always besides him, showering him in love whenever he needed it. He was lucky enough to live in a world where he came home to tender touches of love and care from his significant other. He was blessed to live in a world where he could hold someone as beautiful as Jimin in his arms and call them his own and he would never trade it for anything else.
Because a world with Jimin by his side was the ideal world he’d been dreaming of since high school.
Because a world with Jimin as his lover was the only world Jungkook needed.