"There was only one bed" but it’s Jinkook accidentally locked in an IKEA tiny-house model.
They only meant to nap for a moment. Just “rest” their eyes for a bit during a hectic day of shopping. But when they awaken in a quiet IKEA, locked in a tiny-home model, Jungkook leaps into action.
Cell service sucks in the metal-roofed warehouse. But Jungkook manages to find a brief window of service—not to call the police, but to search YouTube for survival tips.
“Hyung—it says we have to shelter-in-place,” Jungkook yells as he strips the pillows off the couch to build a “fort” in the living room.
With little cell signal and zero work responsibilities beating down his door, Seokjin declares this the “best day of his life” and promptly plops face-first on Jungkook's pile of cushions for a nap.
Meanwhile, Jungkook works out their "survival game plan". During this time, Jungkook builds a proper pillow fort (around a sleeping Seokjin), and collected all the sample food in the kitchen into one "emergency rations corner".
He grabs a string of fairy lights from the wall and re-routes it to cast a calming glow in their pillowy safe-house.
Jungkook reads that warmth is a "key to survival", so he takes the most important step of crawling into the pillow fort, wiggling up to Seokjin's chest and wrapping his arms around him to keep him warm from the chilly warehouse air.
Seokjin cracks an eye open to the sight of fairy lights under a canopy of blankets, Jungkook's warmth around him.
"You take such good care of hyung, Jungkook-ah," he whispers with a fond smile. He kisses the top of a sleeping Jungkook's head, and pulls him closer before falling back asleep.
But Jungkook heard every word, and feels chest fill with warmth, so proud that he was able to properly care for his hyung.😌
That was truly all he ever wanted.
Jungkook wakes a few hours later nestled in Seokjin’s arms, tucked away in their little pillow fort when he realizes…he needs a bathroom.
So he tiptoes around Seokjin, snoring in their pillow fort, and stacks chairs and tables until he can scale the wall and quietly unlock the door to the tiny house from the outside.
Seokjin startles awake later to the sound of Jungkook plopping down beside him.
Seokjin wipes the sleep from his eyes to see Jungkook holding a massive bag of gummies, and Seokjin instantly knows he fell in love with the right man.
“Jungkook-ah, we’re free?” he asks with a sleepy mouth full of candy.
“Yeah…" Jungkook says with a sad smile. "I guess we are. I mean…the warehouse is still locked. But we have the whole place to ourselves!"
“You know what this means, don’t you, Jungkook-ah?”
“We call the police to unlock the doors?”
“Shopping cart race!” Seokjin says as he stands, dusts his hands off, and takes off running.
Jungkook and Seokjin spend the next hour racing flatbed carts down the aisles, assigning the winner based on the best 2 out of 3.
Next, they raid the candy wall and Seokjin’s heart melts at the way Jungkook stuffs his bunny cheeks, making an angry face when something tastes too good for words.
Then it’s off to the furniture aisles to conduct “important research”—jumping on each bed, and rating it on a scale of 1-10 for its ability to handle “acrobatics and sex stuff.”
Seokjin eventually bounces to the floor and stretches. “Be right back, Jungkook-ah. Hyung’s gotta use the restroom.”
He heads to the back of the warehouse, does his business, and is running back toward Jungkook’s voice—when he stops in his tracks.
It’s a door. An employee exit door.
He gently pushes on the handle.
It’s unlocked from the inside.
Seokjin quietly peeks his head out, a cool breeze hitting his face as he hears Jungkook’s laugh echoing in the distance.
“Oh my god, hyung, you gotta try this bed! I almost did a flip!” Seokjin hears faintly.
Jungkook sounds like a kid again. Vibrating with simple joy, without a care in the world.
Seokjin’s heart clenches and he purses his lips. He knows what he has to do.
“Be right there, bun,” he shouts as he lets the door close behind him, running back toward Jungkook.
He never mentions the door. 💕
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