⋆˚࿔ chapter summary: jimin and jungkook built a life together beneath cameras, pressure, and public scrutiny. you built yours around surviving quietly with their music somewhere in the background. neither side realizes how dangerously close those lives are about to become.
⋆˚࿔ genre: idol au · moderate angst · hurt/comfort · strangers to lovers · mlm themes · eventual smut (for reader) · some fluff · slice of life · slight humor
⋆˚࿔ pairing(s): idol! jungkook x idol! jimin (jikook) x fan! female reader
⋆˚࿔ chapter warnings: explicit unprotected smut/sex (MINORS DNI!!) · soft/hard sex (if that makes sense) · oral sex (m receiving) · anal fingering · anal sex · slight body worship (its cute) · kissing/making-out · brief argument · jikook in love · supportive ot5 bangtan :')
⋆˚࿔ word count: 5.5k
a/n: this is literally just a whole background on my babies jikook, they DESERVE SUNSHINE
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There had always been something painfully obvious about Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook.
Long before official statements, before carefully curated press releases, before HYBE executives sat inside polished conference rooms discussing risk assessment and public response metrics, there had been glances. There had been touches lasting a fraction too long beneath backstage lighting.
There had been years upon years of impossible tenderness threaded quietly between performances, airport departures, vlives, award shows, and exhausted late-night broadcasts where neither of them seemed capable of remembering cameras existed whenever the other smiled.
Fans noticed because of course they noticed.
ARMYs noticed everything.
They noticed Jungkook unconsciously turning toward Jimin whenever crowds became overwhelming. They noticed the way Jimin reached for Jungkook instinctively during interviews without even looking first, already certain he would be there. They noticed how Jungkook watched him during performances with an expression too soft to disguise properly. They noticed how Jimin always laughed differently around him, brighter and breathless in a way impossible to manufacture.
For years, the internet existed in a constant state of speculation.
Compilation videos flooded timelines endlessly. Slow-motion edits analyzed every touch, every lingering stare, every moment where Jungkook’s hand settled against Jimin’s waist possessively before cameras quickly shifted elsewhere. Fans translated tiny comments obsessively.
Entire threads existed documenting years of matching jewelry, accidental slips, hidden phone wallpapers, private jokes, suspicious disappearances during overseas schedules, and the deeply domestic intimacy they carried around each other like second nature.
Some people mocked it.
Some people denied it violently.
But longtime ARMYs mostly just watched with quiet affection because whatever existed between them looked achingly real.
Then three years ago, the world changed.
HYBE announced the relationship on an otherwise ordinary Thursday morning.
The statement itself remained surprisingly simple.
"After years of speculation regarding the relationship between BTS members Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook, we would like to confirm that the two artists have been in a committed relationship for several years. We ask for continued support and respect toward their privacy as artists and individuals."
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing scandalous.
And yet the internet exploded within minutes.
Worldwide trends appeared so quickly that social media platforms nearly crashed beneath the sheer volume of traffic. Hashtags stayed globally trending for almost three consecutive weeks.
#JIKOOKISREAL
#LOVEWINS
#WELOVEPARKJIMIN
#WELOVEJEONJUNGKOOK
Fans cried openly online while livestreaming reactions to the announcement. Old clips resurfaced by the thousands, suddenly transformed from speculation into confirmation. Edits flooded every platform imaginable, documenting nearly a decade of hidden affection finally given permission to breathe publicly.
People celebrated because BTS, after everything, had finally been allowed something devastatingly human.
Love.
Openly.
Without disguise.
Without pretending.
Jimin cried the first time he scrolled through the comments section himself.
Not because of the hatred.
That part had always been expected.
The internet could never resist cruelty entirely.
Homophobic comments spread immediately across every platform imaginable. Antis weaponized the relationship constantly, claiming it ruined BTS’ image or betrayed fans somehow. Invasive articles dissected years of private moments with disgusting entitlement. Paparazzi followed them relentlessly during the first several months after confirmation. Some fans crossed lines repeatedly, demanding intimate details or treating their relationship like public property instead of something fragile and deeply personal.
But despite all of that, support drowned the hatred overwhelmingly.
Fans posted messages thanking them for surviving long enough to love openly. LGBTQ+ ARMYs spoke about finally feeling seen by artists who had unknowingly comforted them for years. Others simply expressed relief that neither of them had to hide anymore.
Jimin remembered staring silently at his phone while tears slid down his face uncontrollably. Beside him, Jungkook sat cross-legged across the hotel bed watching him carefully.
Jimin laughed wetly through tears before crawling across the mattress and collapsing directly into Jungkook’s arms.
For several long minutes, neither of them spoke.
The television remained muted in the background while notifications exploded endlessly across both their phones.
After nearly six years of secrecy, fear, coded language, and hidden affection, the world knew.
And somehow the world had not ended.
If anything, it had become gentler.
Over time, public affection became natural instead of terrifying.
At first, they hesitated unconsciously. Years of secrecy did not disappear overnight.
Jungkook still checked crowds automatically before reaching for Jimin’s hand during airport walks. Jimin still pulled away instinctively whenever cameras turned unexpectedly toward them. Both of them carried old fear inside their bones for months afterward, as though somebody might suddenly decide they had made a mistake by existing honestly.
But slowly, carefully, they learned.
Intertwined fingers during airport departures stopped feeling dangerous.
Jungkook pulling Jimin closer during interviews became such an unconscious habit that even interviewers eventually stopped reacting. Jimin fixed Jungkook’s hair absentmindedly during livestreams while discussing completely unrelated topics. Sometimes Jungkook leaned against him during rehearsals without realizing cameras were still rolling.
The members teased them relentlessly for it.
“Disgusting,” Jin complained dramatically one afternoon during tour rehearsals while watching Jungkook practically drape himself across Jimin’s shoulders between dance formations. “Actually revolting. Somebody remove them immediately.”
“You’re jealous because nobody kisses your forehead,” Taehyung answered instantly.
“I don’t want somebody kissing my forehead every seventeen seconds.”
“That sounds exactly like somebody who wants forehead kisses,” Hoseok teased.
Jin gasped in betrayal.
Across the rehearsal room, Yoongi looked up from his phone long enough to mutter, “Can they at least be clingy somewhere quieter? I’m trying to survive this rehearsal without witnessing emotional devastation.”
“You love us,” Jimin sang immediately.
“I tolerate you.”
“You bought us matching bracelets last anniversary,” Jungkook pointed out.
Yoongi froze as Namjoon burst into laughter so violently he nearly dropped his water bottle.
“Hyung,” Jungkook continued innocently, “you literally cried when we renewed our contracts together.”
“That was because all seven of you are emotionally exhausting.”
“Sure.”
Yoongi pointed threateningly without actual conviction. “I can still revoke emotional support privileges.”
“You never would,” Jimin said affectionately.
Unfortunately, he was correct. Every member knew exactly how hard Jimin and Jungkook had fought to survive each other.
Because surviving had not always been easy.
Jimin fell first.
Everyone knew it.
Even Jungkook eventually admitted it privately after several years of stubborn denial.
Back then, they were younger, sharper around the edges, carrying exhaustion and ambition like open wounds hidden beneath expensive stage makeup.
Jimin loved too visibly.
Jungkook tried desperately not to.
It started small.
Jimin remembered watching sixteen-year-old Jungkook asleep against a practice room wall sometime during early debut years, mouth slightly open, hoodie sleeves covering half his hands while soft music echoed faintly through dark speakers. Something warm and terrifying bloomed unexpectedly inside his chest then.
Not attraction at first—not entirely.
Something deeper.
Protectiveness.
Tenderness.
The overwhelming urge to keep somebody safe forever.
Unfortunately, Jungkook grew older.
And prettier.
And impossibly affectionate in ways capable of destroying Jimin emotionally. By the time debut schedules became overwhelming, Jimin was hopelessly gone.
Jungkook noticed eventually.
Of course he noticed.
Jimin looked at him like he had personally hung every star in the sky. That kind of devotion could never stay hidden forever.
“You keep staring at him,” Taehyung informed Jimin casually one night while they shared ramen inside a cramped hotel room during early tour promotions.
Jimin nearly inhaled noodles directly into his lungs.
“I do not.”
“You literally smiled when he coughed thirty seconds ago.”
“That never happened.”
Taehyung narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “You’re in love with him.”
“I’m going to throw this ramen at you.”
“Wow,” Taehyung whispered dramatically. “Threatening violence because I’m right.”
Jimin buried his face inside his hands immediately.
Unknowingly, Jungkook overheard the entire conversation from the doorway. For approximately three weeks afterward, he became impossibly awkward.
Jimin considered throwing himself directly into traffic.
Then one rainy evening changed everything.
They had finished schedules late. Everyone else slept already inside the dorm except Jungkook, who sat alone on the living room couch wearing oversized sweatpants and staring blankly at muted television static.
Jimin nearly retreated back toward his bedroom immediately.
“Hyung,” Jungkook's voice stopped him.
Jimin turned slowly, while Jungkook looked nervous.
That alone felt catastrophic.
“You heard earlier,” Jimin said quietly.
Jungkook nodded once.
Embarrassment crawled hot beneath Jimin’s skin. “I’m sorry,” he whispered immediately. “I know it’s weird. I didn’t mean—”
“It’s not weird.”
Silence.
Rain tapped softly against dorm windows.
Jungkook swallowed visibly before speaking again. “I think maybe…” He stopped, frustrated immediately. “I think maybe I like you too.”
Jimin forgot how breathing worked, while Jungkook laughed nervously at his expression. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you’re about to cry.”
“I might.”
Jungkook stared at him for several unbearably long seconds before quietly saying, “Can I kiss you?”
Jimin answered by crossing the room instantly.
Their first kiss tasted like rainwater and nervousness.
Soft.
Careful.
Young.
Jungkook kissed like somebody terrified of ruining something precious. Jimin touched his face gently the entire time as though convincing himself this existed outside imagination.
Neither of them noticed Namjoon standing frozen halfway down the hallway afterward. To his credit, he backed away silently.
The next morning he cornered them both inside the kitchen.
“So,” Namjoon said calmly while stirring coffee, “are we discussing the emotional crisis happening in this dorm or should I pretend I never saw anything?”
Jimin nearly dropped an entire cereal bowl, as Jungkook made a sound resembling actual death.
Despite appearances, Namjoon became the first member they officially confessed to. He listened quietly while both of them stumbled through explanations filled with panic and uncertainty.
When they finished, he simply nodded.
“Okay,” he said gently.
“That’s it?” Jungkook asked.
“Honestly,” he said slowly, “I thought this conversation would happen two years ago.”
Jimin stared at him in disbelief. “You knew?”
Namjoon looked genuinely offended. “You literally stare at each other like tragic movie characters.”
Jungkook buried his face into his hands immediately while Jimin wheezed beside him.
By the following week, every member knew. Mostly because Taehyung accidentally exposed them during rehearsal.
“You should just tell everyone already,” Taehyung announced loudly while drinking iced coffee. “You both look married.”
The entire room froze.
Jimin nearly dropped his microphone, as Jungkook made a choking noise.
Hoseok blinked slowly.
“Wait,” Jin said carefully. “Are you serious?”
Taehyung looked around in confusion. “You guys didn’t know?”
“What do you mean we didn't know?” Jungkook shouted.
Yoongi immediately burst into exhausted laughter. “God,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “You idiots are unbelievable.”
Afterward, the teasing never stopped.
Not once.
During tour rehearsals, Taehyung constantly pretended to announce imaginary wedding dates into microphones.
Jin dramatically sang romantic ballads whenever he caught them holding hands.
Yoongi complained endlessly about “workplace affection” while quietly throwing blankets over them whenever they accidentally fell asleep together backstage.
Hoseok became their emotional anchor during difficult periods, often sitting beside them during late-night conversations whenever industry pressure became unbearable.
The first time either of them said I love you happened accidentally.
Naturally.
They were exhausted after overseas schedules, curled together inside another anonymous hotel room while city lights glowed faintly through curtains.
Jungkook drifted half asleep against Jimin’s chest while Jimin played absentmindedly with his hair.
“You smell nice,” Jungkook mumbled.
Jimin had let out a soft huff. “You say that constantly.”
“Because you do.”
Jimin laughed softly.
Silence settled warmly around them.
Then Jungkook murmured, barely audible, “I love you.”
The room stopped breathing, and Jungkook’s eyes widened immediately afterward.
“Oh my god,” he whispered horrified. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
Jimin stared at him, whilst the younger buried his face violently inside blankets. “I’m actually going to die now.”
“Jungkook.”
“No.”
“You love me?”
“Please stop talking.”
Jimin laughed so hard tears formed instantly.
Then very carefully, he tugged blankets downward until Jungkook’s embarrassed face appeared again.
“I love you too,” he whispered.
Jungkook looked genuinely stunned.
Then emotional.
Then overwhelmed enough to kiss him immediately.
Their relationship survived because love became woven into ordinary things.
Into sharing food automatically.
Into memorizing sleeping habits.
Into late-night conversations before dawn schedules.
Into arguments followed by difficult honesty instead of silence.
Because they fought too.
God, they fought terribly sometimes.
Not because they stopped loving each other.
Because they loved each other enough to become terrified.
It happened during one of the most suffocating periods of their careers, when schedules blurred together endlessly and privacy barely existed anymore.
Rumors intensified online.
Managers became increasingly nervous.
Jungkook started pulling away publicly out of fear, and Jimin, he interpreted distance as shame.
“You think I’m embarrassed of you?” Jungkook demanded during the argument, voice cracking sharply. “I’m trying to protect us.”
“You think suspicion and confirmation are the same thing?”
Jimin looked devastated. “You only touch me when nobody can see anymore.”
The silence afterward felt catastrophic.
Jungkook immediately regretted every careless thing he said afterward.
So did Jimin.
But exhaustion makes sharp weapons from frightened people.
They spent two days barely speaking outside professional obligations.
The members noticed instantly.
“You’re stressing everyone out,” Jin informed them bluntly during dinner while the atmosphere remained painfully tense. “Either break up dramatically already or fix it because I am too handsome to suffer through this emotional nonsense.”
Yoongi pointed at them with chopsticks. “You know what the problem is?”
“No,” Jungkook muttered.
“You both panic whenever things matter too much.”
Nobody argued with him.
Later that night, Hoseok sat beside Jimin quietly on the practice room floor while Jimin cried from accumulated stress.
“You know he loves you,” Hoseok said softly.
Jimin nodded miserably. “That doesn’t make this easier.”
“No,” Hoseok agreed. “But easy things rarely survive this long.”
Jungkook found Jimin an hour later.
Neither spoke immediately.
Then Jungkook knelt beside him and whispered, “I don’t know how to do this without being afraid all the time.”
Jimin looked at him carefully. “You don’t have to stop being afraid,” he said quietly. “You just can’t let fear become more important than us.”
That conversation changed something fundamental between them.
Not because their fears disappeared. But because they finally stopped pretending fear meant failure.
The first time they slept together happened quietly.
Tenderly.
No dramatic confessions.
No cinematic perfection.
Just trust built carefully over years finally unfolding naturally beneath dim apartment lighting. They had been dating nearly two and half years already.
Jimin remembered feeling nervous despite how many times Jungkook had kissed him breathless before.
Jungkook looked equally overwhelmed.
“You know we can stop whenever,” he whispered shakily.
Jimin touched his face gently. “I know.”
Then Jungkook kissed him.
This kiss was deeper, slower, wetter than before, a deliberate savoring that spoke of endless time and bottomless hunger. Like every emotion he struggled expressing verbally suddenly existed inside his mouth instead.
Jungkook groaned into it, a raw, unfiltered sound of surrender, his hands sliding from Jimin’s waist down to the firm, perfect swell of his ass, pulling their bodies flush.
He could feel the hard, hot line of Jimin’s arousal pressed against his own, a dual ache that demanded alleviation, and the friction of their clothed bodies was suddenly a sweet, frustrating torment.
“Hyung,” Jungkook gasped when they parted for air, their foreheads resting together once more, sharing the same humid, panting breaths.
“Tell me… tell me what you need. I-I.. want to give you everything.” His voice was rough with want, yet layered with that earnest, loving care that was uniquely Jungkook.
Jimin’s answer was to guide one of Jungkook’s hands to the hem of his own shirt, his eyes holding Jungkook’s in a searing lock. “Just you,” he whispered. “All of you. Slow… and then not slow. However you want me.”
The permission, wrapped in such soft, trusting words, ignited something fierce and protective in Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook fumbled with the clasp of Jimin's pants, his fingers shaking with need. Jimin pushed his hands away impatiently, yanking his pants down to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. Jungkook groaned at the sight, licking his lips hungrily.
"Please," Jimin gasped, bucking his hips up towards Jungkook's face. "I need you."
Jungkook needed no further encouragement. He dove down, engulfing Jimin's cock in his hot, wet mouth. Jimin cried out, his hands flying to Jungkook's hair, gripping tight as Jungkook bobbed his head up and down.
The heat and wetness were overwhelming, and Jungkook worked him with a slow, devoted rhythm, his tongue swirling and flattening, his hand cupping and gently rolling his balls. The sounds Jimin made were a symphony of desperation—high, breathy keens and low, ragged groans that filled the room.
Jungkook pulled off long enough to yank his own pants down, his own hard cock springing free. He wrapped a hand around both of their shafts, stroking them together as he sucked on the head of Jimin's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and Jimin felt his orgasm building already.
"Fuck, Kookie," he panted, his hips bucking up into Jungkook's mouth. "I'm gonna come."
Jungkook released him with a wet pop, grinning up at him wickedly. "Not yet," he purred. "I'm not done with you."
When they were finally bare, skin to heated skin on the soft sheets, Jungkook took a moment just to look, to worship with his gaze. He trailed his fingertips over the delicate dip of Jimin’s waist, the subtle definition of his abdomen, the dark, pretty pink of his nipples, which peaked instantly under his touch. Jimin arched into the contact, a soft, broken sigh escaping his lips, his own hands roaming over the vast, tattooed canvas of Jungkook’s shoulders and back.
“You’re so handsome,” Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down to lave a nipple with his tongue, then suck it gently into the heat of his mouth. Jimin cried out, his fingers tangling in Jungkook’s dark hair, not pushing, but holding on.
“So perfect for me. My perfect Jiminie.” The words was a soft, possessive croon, a gentle domination of praise and adoration that made Jimin whimper and writhe beneath him.
He reached for the lube he had set aside earlier, slicking up his fingers. He slid one long digit into Jimin's tight hole, pumping it in and out slowly. Jimin keened, his hole clenching down on Jungkook's finger.
"More," he begged, writhing on the bed. "I need more."
Jungkook obliged, adding a second finger and then a third, scissoring them to stretch Jimin open. Jimin was beyond words, lost in a haze of pleasure as Jungkook worked his fingers in and out of his greedy hole.
“There! Oh, fuck, right there!” Jimin sobbed, his legs falling open wider in blatant invitation, his own cock leaking profusely onto his stomach. Jungkook focused on that spot, rubbing and stroking with relentless, gentle precision, until Jimin was a writhing, begging mess beneath him, tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Please, Kook, now, I need you now, I’m ready, I’m so ready—”
When Jungkook finally, finally positioned himself, the broad, flushed head of his cock pressing against Jimin’s loosened entrance, they were both slick with sweat and trembling. He pushed in with one relentless, slow, inch-by-inch roll of his hips, a groan so deep it seemed to come from his soul wrenching out of him as Jimin’s exquisite heat enveloped him.
"Fuck," Jungkook groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "You feel so good."
Jimin’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, his nails digging into Jungkook’s biceps, his body stretching to accommodate the thick, hard length filling him.
"Oh god," Jimin whimpered, his walls clenching down around Jungkook's throbbing cock. "You're so big."
Jungkook chuckled breathlessly, pulling back until just the tip remained inside before slamming back in. Jimin cried out, his hands fisting in the sheets as Jungkook began to move.
He started slow, dragging his cock in and out of Jimin's hole with long, languid strokes. But soon he was pounding into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Jungkook’s soft, praising whispers grew guttural, more commanding. “You feel that? That’s all me. You’re mine like this. Taking me so deep, baby.” He punctuated the words with a sharper thrust that punched a loud, wanton moan from Jimin’s lips.
“Yours,” Jimin chanted, his legs locking around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him in deeper. “Harder, please, fuck me harder, I can take it, I want it—”
The shift was seismic. Jungkook’s thrusts lost their measured grace, becoming powerful, driving pistons that slammed into Jimin’s prostate with unerring accuracy. The bed rocked against the wall with a rhythmic thud, their skin slapping together in a wet, obscene rhythm that only fueled their desperation.
Yet, through the building storm, the romance never faded—it was in the way their eyes remained locked, black pools of blown lust and profound affection; in the way Jungkook would suddenly still, buried to the hilt, to kiss Jimin with devastating sweetness amidst the frenzy; in the way Jimin’s hands, which had been clawing at his back, would soften to stroke his face.
"I'm close," Jimin warned, his hand reaching down to stroke his own cock in time with Jungkook's thrusts.
"Me too," Jungkook groaned, his own release coiling at the base of his spine, his rhythm becoming short, sharp strokes. “Let me see you. Come all over yourself.”
With a cry that was part sob, part scream of Jungkook’s name, he came in hot, pulsing stripes across his own chest and stomach, his body convulsing around Jungkook’s cock in rhythmic, milking contractions.
The intense, clenching heat was too much. Jungkook drove into him three more times, so deep it felt like they were merging into one being, before roaring his release, his body shuddering violently as he emptied himself inside Jimin in great, hot spurts.
The collapse was gradual, a slow melting of one onto the other. Jungkook, careful even in his boneless satiation, rolled them to their sides, never letting Jimin feel empty, his softening cock still nestled inside as he gathered the trembling, oversensitive man into his arms. Their breathing was loud in the sudden quiet, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat and them. Jungkook pressed endless, soft kisses to Jimin’s damp hair, his sweat-slicked temple, his swollen lips.
“Okay?” he whispered, his voice wrecked and full of a love so vast it terrified him.
Jimin, spent and blissful, nuzzled into the crook of his neck, a contented, exhausted hum vibrating against Jungkook’s skin. His hand came up to rest over Jungkook’s pounding heart. “More than okay,” he murmured, his words slurred with satiation. “Was perfect. You were perfect.”
They lay like that for a long moment, just basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"I love you," Jimin says lowly, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook's lips.
"I love you too," Jungkook replied, returning the kiss with a gentle caress of his tongue.
Nothing about that night felt performative.
Nothing felt rushed.
It felt young and terrifying and deeply personal.
Like finally allowing somebody to hold every vulnerable piece of yourself without fear.
Years later, Jungkook still kissed him the exact same way whenever emotions overwhelmed him completely.
That was the thing about them.
They never stopped choosing each other.
Not through fame.
Not through pressure.
Not through fear.
And maybe that was why so many people loved them.
Because despite celebrity, despite cameras, despite global scrutiny, their relationship remained painfully human.
Messy sometimes.
Clingy constantly. Real.
Including to you.
You discovered BTS nearly five years ago during one of the loneliest periods of your life.
At first, it happened accidentally. A random performance clip recommended late at night while you sat awake staring numbly at unfinished responsibilities scattered across your bedroom floor. You clicked absentmindedly because exhaustion made concentration impossible anyway.
Then suddenly hours disappeared.
One video became five, five became entire compilations.
Then interviews.
Then livestreams stretching past three in the morning while you sat wrapped inside blankets laughing quietly into darkness for the first time in weeks.
You learned their names slowly.
Namjoon first because his voice sounded grounding somehow. Then Hoseok because his laughter felt impossible to resist.
Then Yoongi’s quiet honesty.
Then Jin’s warmth.
Then Taehyung’s strange gentleness.
Then Jungkook’s intensity.
And finally Jimin.
Jimin shattered something open inside you almost immediately.
Maybe because he felt emotionally transparent in ways celebrities rarely allowed themselves to be.
Maybe because he spoke openly about insecurity and self-worth and vulnerability while still carrying softness proudly through an industry built around impossible perfection.
Maybe because watching him exist unapologetically made parts of yourself feel less shameful somehow.
You never fully understood it. You only knew his voice reached places inside you that other things couldn’t.
There were nights you cried quietly listening to BTS songs through headphones while the rest of the world slept.
Nights where lyrics about comfort and survival settled against bruised places inside your chest gently enough that breathing stopped hurting temporarily.
Your family never entirely understood you.
Sometimes your friends didn’t either.
There were years where loneliness followed you everywhere regardless of crowded classrooms or noisy gatherings. Years where self-expression felt dangerous somehow, where parts of yourself remained carefully hidden because revealing them invited misunderstanding too exhausting to survive repeatedly.
BTS became a strange kind of refuge during those periods.
Not obsession.
Not delusion.
You understood boundaries deeply.
You never wanted ownership over them.
Never believed you genuinely knew them personally.
Never romanticized invasive behavior disguised as love.
If anything, watching sasaeng behavior disgusted you profoundly because genuine admiration should never require violating somebody’s humanity.
You loved them the same way people love art that saves them unexpectedly.
You rewatched concert performances obsessively after difficult days because seeing thousands of people singing together made isolation feel temporarily survivable. You learned choreography privately inside your bedroom despite feeling embarrassed whenever anybody accidentally walked past your door. You collected comforting clips for terrible nights.
And slowly, over years, you noticed Jimin and Jungkook too.
At first, you assumed fans exaggerated. Internet culture often romanticized close friendships beyond reality.
But eventually certain moments became impossible to ignore.
The tenderness looked genuine.
The familiarity looked lived-in.
Jungkook’s eyes softened around Jimin in ways impossible to fake consistently for nearly a decade. Jimin touched him with unconscious intimacy built through years of trust.
You never obsessed over proving it. But quietly, privately, you hoped.
Because whatever existed between them looked safe.
Healthy.
Mutually adored.
Then the announcement happened.
You cried immediately—not because your fantasies shattered. There had never been fantasies like that to begin with.
You cried because relief hurt unexpectedly.
Because part of you had spent years hoping they might someday experience love openly without fear destroying it. Because seeing two people survive public scrutiny while choosing tenderness anyway felt strangely revolutionary.
You remembered sitting cross-legged on your bed staring at official confirmation posts while tears slipped silently down your face.
Your timeline exploded with celebration.
People posted old clips captioned we were right.
Others simply wrote they look so happy.
You agreed—they absolutely did.
More importantly, they looked safe with each other.
Watching them afterward changed something inside your understanding of love itself.
You had spent years associating love with conditions.
With silence.
With hiding.
With feeling fundamentally difficult to understand.
But Jimin and Jungkook loved each other visibly.
Tenderly.
Without embarrassment.
Their relationship became aspirational not because you wanted to insert yourself into it, but because witnessing devotion that gentle reminded you healthy love might actually exist somewhere beyond disappointment.
It made you hope someday somebody might hold your vulnerabilities carefully instead of treating them like burdens.
Maybe that was why you followed the ARIRANG world tour so obsessively now.
Not because you believed proximity created intimacy.
But because BTS still represented survival to you somehow.
The current tour stop transformed the entire city into something electric.
Red banners stretched across busy streets beside advertisements featuring BTS’ faces smiling down from impossible heights. Cafes hosted cupsleeve events crowded with excited fans carrying photocards and handmade freebies. Music spilled constantly from storefront speakers while strangers discussed concert setlists excitedly on crowded sidewalks.
Everywhere you looked, ARMYs existed.
Groups wearing matching tour merchandise crowded subway stations. International fans dragged suitcases through hotel lobbies while laughing sleepily in multiple languages. Restaurants advertised themed drinks inspired by BTS songs.
The entire city felt alive with anticipation.
Your concert night wasn’t until tomorrow.
Tonight, you wandered mostly without plans, that was how you ended up inside the lounge.
The restaurant occupied the second floor of a renovated historic building downtown, glowing warmly beneath amber lighting and soft jazz instrumentals. The atmosphere felt intimate without becoming pretentious. Shelves lined with old vinyl records decorated exposed brick walls while tiny candles flickered across polished wooden tables.
Near the entrance, an event sign explained tonight’s theme.
Music Connects People.
Patrons were invited to write responses answering a simple question:
How has music and the artist changed your life?
Selected responses would later be shared publicly during the evening discussion portion.
You almost ignored it initially.
Then BTS came immediately to mind.
Before overthinking could stop you, you accepted one of the paper slips from the hostess.
Your pen hovered uncertainly above the page.
What could possibly summarize years of emotional survival properly?
Eventually, you wrote anyway—messily, honestly.
Sometimes people save your life without ever learning your name.
You wrote about feeling invisible once.
You wrote about music reaching people during moments conversation couldn’t.
You wrote about hearing vulnerability reflected back through strangers’ voices and realizing loneliness became lighter when shared.
You wrote about learning self-expression slowly through artists brave enough to love openly despite public judgment.
Embarrassment crawled across your skin immediately after finishing.
Too vulnerable.
Too personal.
Still, you folded the paper quickly before reconsidering and dropped it inside the collection box near the entrance.
Then you forgot about it.
Or tried to.
Several tables away, Jimin laughed quietly behind the edge of his wine glass.
“You’re staring again,” he murmured.
Across from him, Jungkook looked entirely unapologetic. “You’re pretty.”
“You said that twenty minutes ago.”
“And?”
Jimin rolled his eyes affectionately.
Disguised beneath oversized dark hoodies, baseball caps, thin-framed glasses, and partially lowered masks while eating, they blended surprisingly well into the relaxed atmosphere. Security remained positioned discreetly near surrounding exits without drawing attention.
Nobody recognized them.
Not yet.
Jungkook leaned back comfortably inside the booth while absentmindedly hooking one sneaker against Jimin’s beneath the table.
“This place is nice,” he admitted quietly.
Jimin hummed agreement.
Rare downtime during tours always felt precious.
Especially public downtime.
After relationship confirmation, they discovered something unexpectedly wonderful about existing openly together in ordinary spaces. Even disguised, even cautious, there was comfort in no longer pretending affection itself needed hiding.
Jimin reached forward automatically, brushing crumbs from the corner of Jungkook’s mouth.
Jungkook kissed his fingertips immediately.
“Hopeless,” Jimin muttered fondly.
“You love it.”
Unfortunately, he did.
Around them, conversation buzzed softly beneath warm lighting.
Nobody paid special attention to their table.
Nobody noticed two of the most famous people in the world sitting quietly among strangers while sharing dessert.
Near the small stage area, the event host eventually stepped forward holding a basket filled with folded paper responses.
The crowd applauded politely.
“We received some incredibly beautiful answers tonight,” the host announced warmly. “Thank you all for participating.”
Jimin rested his chin against his hand curiously.
Jungkook looked mildly terrified already. “They’re going to make people cry,” he predicted.
“They probably are.”
The host began reading selected responses aloud.
Some were funny.
Some heartbreakingly sincere.
People laughed occasionally. Others applauded supportively after especially emotional stories.
You listened comfortably from your corner table while nursing slowly cooling tea.
Until suddenly:
“Here’s one I particularly loved.”
Your stomach dropped immediately.
The host unfolded another slip carefully.
“Sometimes people save your life without ever learning your name.”
Heat flooded your face instantly.
You've got to be kidding me.
The host continued reading. As your words filled the restaurant aloud, horror climbed steadily higher inside your chest. Several nearby patrons looked visibly emotional already.
Across the room, Jimin’s expression softened slowly, while beside him, Jungkook went very still.
The host smiled gently after finishing.
“That might genuinely be one of the most beautiful responses we’ve received all month,” they admitted. “Whoever wrote this seems to understand exactly what tonight’s event hoped to celebrate.”
You wanted the floor to open beneath you immediately.
“Would the anonymous writer feel comfortable speaking more about this?” the host asked warmly while scanning surrounding tables. “No pressure whatsoever, but I think everyone here would love hearing your perspective personally.”
Please no.
Your pulse hammered violently.
Then the hostess near the entrance glanced down at submission records attached discreetly beside table assignments.
And called your table number aloud.
Your head snapped upward in horror exactly as Jimin and Jungkook both turned instinctively toward the same corner of the room.
a/n: oh jikook... is it just me, or is it normal for me to cry over every soft edit of jikook... 😔
Do you have any fic recs for canon compliant jikook where it kinda has revenge arc? Like not exactly but JK has intense guilt and is desperate for JM attention and forgiveness after rejecting JM’s touches and advances?
Sorry if this is weird!
Heyy its ok! I think i got you.
Here are some fics that I could find matching your description. I hope this is what you were looking for...
. stand by me by parkjiminxthirteen
. The Maknae's Advance by SecretlySexual
. tell me why (you're so far away) by meowgi
. Hold Me Til We Fall In Love by ClosingStatement
. Dear No One by Laurenyloula
. life and light and love by myheadsnoisy
. "I Fucking Adore You" by iheartjimin
. Brighter Day by 0saiko
. The Misunderstanding by blindAngelJM
. Oblivious by AmeliaBedelia
. you gotta be (there for me too) by hyunnieee
. first and last
Let me know if you do like them!
Thank you for reading my recommendations and I hope you like them as well!
“So he never sleeps?” Seokjin asked and put a piece of fried chicken into his mouth.
Jungkook frowned. “All I’m saying, when my shift starts his office light is still on, and when my shift ends, it’s still on, no matter if I’m doing night or morning. It’s weird.”
“Maybe he’s a vampire,” Taehyung suggested with a straight face, dipping his chicken wing into one of the milder sauces.
Or, Jungkook gets to peek behind the closed office door of the mysterious CEO Park Jimin and finds something he didn't quite expect
This is just an absolute dump of the fics I've read over the last few months. A massive well done to these amazing writers and a giant thank you for giving your works to the fic community to enjoy and read!
Must Reads:
Yes. Seriously. Just read it. Please.
Queue? (33445 words) by Chimin_png
“…nice save.”
Two words.
They didn’t come with a laugh or a pat. They came like a measured verdict from someone who didn’t speak unless he meant to.
Jimin’s brain silenced like a headshot.
Or:
Jimin never thought a voice could ruin him. But JK’s voice isn’t just any voice—it’s low, steady, and alpha through and through, slipping under Jimin’s skin until every late-night call feels like a confession.
Yule Regret This (43876 words) by annie_vi
Park Jimin's new neighbor, Jeon Jeongguk, moves in at the beginning of December and has fling after fling right up against their shared bedroom walls. There's nothing merry and bright about the way Jimin knocks on Jeongguk's door to shut him up - only that he instantly regrets it and then sleeps with visions of Jeongguk dancing in his head.
Where'd You Learn That? (126252 words) by renniewren
Prince Park Jimin is flunking his math class. Royally. And since failing means not graduating on time and embarrassing his family (again), Jimin is driven to seek the help of his sworn enemy: STEM genius-slash-recluse, Jeon Jungkook.
To his surprise, Jungkook offers to tutor Jimin, but he wants one thing in return—Min Yoongi. And to better his chances, the inexperienced Jungkook wants Jimin to guide him in all things dating and intimacy.
Desperate, Jimin agrees. But their deal (and the idea of delivering Jungkook to someone else) gets tricky when Jimin realizes a jarring truth: Jungkook isn’t all that bad. Not at sex, or flirting. Or at being naturally charming.
…or at making Jimin fall head over heels for him. It’s kind of a problem.
Serein (46511 words) by bubyjeongguk
“We’ve been over this, Park.”
“Been over what?”
“How you get wet for me and the second you finally decide to admit it, I’ll be glad to do something about it.”
tell me you'll come home (even if it's just a lie) (47800 words) by spudcity
Jungkook didn’t even notice Jimin was gone at first. OR
Jungkook is bad at feelings. Jimin gives up. Too bad for him, giving up isn’t in Jungkook’s vocabulary.
Tastes like Obscenity (50374 words) by Allnighter_Friend
Jeon Jeongguk, notorious Rockstar and frontman of the famous band Aurum, just won a grammy and has since been acting differently. Park Jimin, his manager and longtime best friend, is left to deal with his sudden shifts in mood that necessitates damage control in their line of work, all while trying to cope with his feelings for the singer and his not-so-subtle advances.
Unique Reads:
Unique storylines or just something a bit different.
The Grim Reaper's Love Game (117167 words) by koomins Jeon Jeongguk is dead. At only 29-years-old, he finds himself waking up in the afterlife after a very sudden end. It’s the Grim Reaper’s domain, and the Reaper is bored. He strikes a deal to return Jeongguk to the world of the living, but there’s a catch: Jeongguk must play the Reaper’s love game in which the challenge is to woo Park Jimin. Succeed, and Jeongguk may continue his second chance at living a life past thirty. Fail, and the Reaper comes to collect. Permanently.
The Heist (34160 words) by Jimjii
Jeongguk loads his gun again, pointing it at Jimin, “I’m not going to tell you twice.”
“You’re seriously doing this to me?” Jimin whines, “do you have any idea how much ass-kissing I had to do to even get this promotion?! I had to show Manager Yang my nipples! Do you know how gross that guy is?”
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“You’re really going to let Minjun get the promotion over me? Minjun?!”
“Hard way it is.”
wonder (7604 words) by wordcouture
"You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad." -- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Amasius (70000 words) by bubyjeongguk
Park Jimin is the second Prince of a human realm, sent to the faerie kingdom of Amasius in an arrangement to be married to the Crown Prince there—Jeon Jeongguk. The only issue? They don't get off to a good start.
i have died every day waiting for you (but loved you for a thousand more) (111776 words) by Yasutora
At first, Jungkook hates it; he hates everything about soulmates, hates how perfect everyone else's are, hates the beautiful flowers blooming on his back alongside purple bruises and angry red marks.
But when things take a sudden turn, all he wishes is to protect the one meant to be his.
All the while Jimin wishes he would've been born without a soulmate.
Comfort Reads:
Stories I think most people will enjoy and that, broadly speaking, fit most peoples wishlist items when looking for a fic to read.
Jingle Hell (30046 words) by carameLIZed_suga
“Jungkook will surely give you a ride if you ask him.”
Jimin scoffs. “I'd rather walk."
Or: What’s even more unconventional than riding in your sworn enemy's car across the country on Christmas Eve?
Exactly. Riding his dick on Christmas morning.
Double Down (48180 words) by allatonceitsnotenough
It's almost comical the way a hush falls over the café, everyone turning in awe to see three members of their college football team saunter in with their broad shoulders and tall statures, all three so handsome it's almost difficult to look directly at them. The football team is famous on campus, not only for their good looks but for their almost undefeated record having been the division champions the last two years and expected to win their third overall title this year.
Their university is small but mighty with a top notch athletics division and an exceptionally good football program that's ranked nationally. And while the team is definitely incredible, it's the three individuals that just walked into the café that are the biggest draw for the students.
And one in particular for Park Jimin.
Just For Show (8857 words) by thisneedsmorefilth
Park Jimin, the nation’s sweetheart and squeaky-clean idol finds himself in hot water when a one-night stand goes to the press. Now he’s in desperate need of image rehab and his only way out might be rapper Jeon Jungkook, fresh off his own scandal and willing to join in a crazy scheme: date each other.
Point of View (103189 words) by Allnighter_Friend
“What would you say is your most prominent feature? The one everyone notices first.”
“My lips,” he answers right away.
“And what does everyone notice about your lips?"
“They’re big. People like big lips."
Jeongguk likes big lips…
Sweet Dreams (12526 words) by mimistokki
Jeongguk has a devastating crush on his best friend, Jimin. So naturally, his tentacles do as well. But when Jeongguk's sweetest dreams turn into a horrifying reality, he doesn't have the strength to make it stop.
Summer Song (72700 words) by Ocean_View_Song
Jeongguk has always been a lot of trouble- to his parents, his teachers, and any and all authority figures in his life.
The only place he ever felt welcome was his grandparents.
Which is why it’s a relief to go back to the old farmhouse while his life falls apart around him. He thinks he’ll have the summer to lick his wounds, get his life sorted out, and return to the city with a plan.
What happens instead is very different.
Because for the first time in years his wolf is waking, the trees are whispering, and from them there is an achingly familiar voice, calling his name, calling him back to the only place, and the only person, he’s ever thought of as home.
Even though he’s forgotten it all, including Jimin, Prince of Summer and Lord of Crows.
ABO Fics:
These are in their own separate category but honestly, many of these are must-reads to me but I know many people don't like ABO fics.
My Promise (57538 words) by x_Hobi_x
Jimin is scorned and treated coldly by his pack for being a male omega, until a chance encounter with the Grand Alpha's son changes his life forever.
Appetence (10776 words) by bubyjeongguk
Series: Part 2 of Serein Series
Summary:
“Did you just growl at me, baby?”
“Maybe."
“That was cute. Did it make you feel better?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
—
Park Jimin acts like a brat all day to get his mate, Jeongguk's, attention and—spoiler alert—it works.
Fading In, Fading Out (25238 words) by hi_im_cai
The new feral alpha patient has caused quite a stir. Jeon Jungkook is unique in that he doesn't seem to be all that aggressive, he doesn't speak, and he's constantly working out. Doctor Park Jimin takes a huge interest in him, eager to learn more about this alpha's case. Being an omega won't get in the way, right?
Learning The Language Of Love (113306 words) by infinitetwinkles
Abruptly forced into an arranged marriage with the savage leader of the illustrious Jeon Pack, stripped from his meager home with only the clothes on his back, and thrusted onto a foreign island where not even his mate understands him, Jimin finds himself swept away in a whirlwind of life-changing experiences as he learns how to speak—and teach—the language of love.
Romancing Jeon Jeongguk (69762 words) by allatonceitsnotenough
Going into his third year on the marriage mart, Park Jimin figures everything will be the same as it's been the last two years. He'll spend every event in a corner giggling and gossiping with Taehyung, show absolutely no interest in mating and marrying an alpha and all will be well.
What he's not prepared for is for everything to change this season.
He's not prepared one bit.
Under the Blood Moon (48268 words) by Sunnyjinx
Park Jimin has happily settled into his new pack, fulfilling his lifelong wish of becoming a Pack Healer. And he loves it.
Even if that one Alpha who leads the hunters, Jeon Jungkook - the one with the permanent scowl on his face - happens to hate him for no reason whatsoever.
Thankfully, he doesn't have any time or interest in focusing his attention on overly stubborn, presumptuous Alphas anyway.
And he definitely doesn't have any time or interest in finding a mate despite his friends' insistence, even if this year's annual mating hunt is due to commence soon under the rare Super Blood Moon.
But when Jimin unexpectedly submits himself to the sacred ritual and commits to run, it'll be the most unlikely Alpha to give him the chase of his life.
Yearning to Bloom (86554 words) by jeongguuukie
During a chance encounter, eight year old Jimin is bitten by a feral wolf child and a mating bond is formed between the two. Even after fifteen years apart, Jimin can't help but long for the mate that he has never actually met.
The Only Path (39212 words) by Gylliweed
"Omega Jimin was born with the gift of sight. He sees glimpses of the future, but has no control over it. Because of this unique gift, he’s kept hidden by his pack.
An enemy pack hears about Jimin’s abilities and sends a small team to kidnap him.
Enters Jeon Jungkook, the strongest warrior of the Kim pack, and an alpha who realizes that there’s more to Jimin than meets the eye.
But Jimin’s pack won’t let him go so easily."
And I Will Burn the World for You (18672 words) by MyHope
Truthfully? He has never had anything against Jungkook. Hell, he even was interested in the alpha before all this happened but it was rather physical and now he’s suddenly married to Jungkook because Jungkook forcedly mated him even though he's a human.
(Jimin accidentally kills someone from Jungkook's pack and to stop him from getting executed, Jungkook forcedly mates him)
Blooming Thorns (87423 words) by Charmander
Years after a mutual split with his ex-mate, Jungkook, and caring for his ill mother, Park Jimin uproots his life in the city to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere, determined to make right all the wrongs he feels he’s done by being absent from his pup’s life.
But building new bridges with a stubborn pup is a lot more difficult than falling into old habits—and old feelings—with an ex.
Kissed on the Grey (20990 words) by Shard of Moon
Alpha Jungkook is a renowned warrior hired by his king to accompany the army as they conquer new lands and tribes.
He's been fighting for so long now that it's all he knows, leaving him unmated and with very few friends.
The next target is the MoonFlower Pack who are hostile at first, and Jungkook is not diplomatic but finds that he suddenly wants peace between the groups.
He's convinced himself it has nothing to do with the tribe's Prince, Omega Jimin.
Oldschool Jikook Dynamic Tropes:
i die every night with you (67205 words) by littleflumes
Jimin probably doesn't like Jungkook back.
So Jungkook settles for being Jimin's fuck buddy.
The Misunderstanding (8169 words) by blindAngelJM
“Stop loving him. You’re only hurting yourself.”
It all starts at a fan meeting. The post-it note, a fan asking Jimin if Jungkook loves him back and a plea from another fan for Jimin to stop loving Jungkook because all he does is only hurting himself.
