"I'm—I'm pregnant, I just got away from an alpha, why would I want to live with another one?" Jimin doesn't particularly care if Taehyung's alpha roommate, Yoongi, can hear him. Yoongi isn't too impressed with the alpha population either.
"Ohh," Taehyung says slowly. "Oh, of course. Jimin-ah, my soulmate, my best friend. Let me tell you a little bit about Jeon Jungkookie."
(aka omega jimin moves in with alpha jungkook and between pregnancy hormones and jungkook being an understanding sweetheart, jimin is really goin' through it.)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20183839
Author: @bwichimbap
Tags: #smut #jk is a sweetheart #pregnant!jimin #cute #fluff #scenting #alpha!jk #omega!jm #mpreg
Let me tell you THIS this is so cute and I love it so much
Jeon Jeongguk’s Three-Step Guide To Confessing Without Speaking | jikook
Being shy, Jeongguk has had to come up with alternatives to making his wishes come true. When Jimin's birthday comes up, he sees it as the perfect opportunity to shorten the distance between them caused by his inability to talk to him without making a mess of himself.
He just didn't expect it to work so well.
8K, fluff, shy!jungkook, all the good stuff
Happy birthday, Jimin! {read on ao3}
Soccer team star player and captain Jeon Jeongguk is far from the person everyone thinks he is when hearing his name and his list of conquests. There seems to be an unspoken agreement that popular sports kids with a reputation have to be rebels, smoke cigarettes behind the school and hook up in the bathroom stalls as they use their proficiency in the field to get away with it. In Jeongguk’s team they have their fair share of those, the typical high-schoolers that like to feel superior and party way more than they should – especially given their age. The captain, however, is nothing close to that.
Though he is also popular between the cheerleading team and every other group of girls in school, Jeongguk has gained their attention for being a shy and adorable boy, often almost borderline too gentle, if that can be such a thing. He assists the teachers, speaks on behalf of the sports department when they need a boost, promotes their charity events, and doesn’t know how to say no to anyone who asks for his help. Jeon Jeongguk has people swooning left and right around the corridors for him and that’s no surprise to anyone.
Well, to anyone but himself. Jeongguk is not stupid or oblivious, he would most definitely notice how people have different intentions with him if only he could stop and pay attention.
But he can’t. Not really. Because the only one who has Jeongguk’s undivided focus is one certain Park Jimin.
Park Jimin, president of the student council, number one in all his classes, social butterfly, owner of the most beautiful smile on Earth, an impeccable fashion sense and responsible for the lingering smell of strawberries in the school’s corridors.
Perfect, lovely, dreamy Park Jimin.
And, well... untouchable, too.
Not on his account, oh no, Jimin probably has the purest heart anyone could ever have and is more than open to whoever comes up to him even if it’s just to say a simple hello. If Jeongguk had to describe him, he wold say Park Jimin is a day in the middle of Fall: the perfect balance between hot and cold; cozy, homey, and comfortable.
But still unreachable, simply because Jeongguk can’t help but to be reduced to a mess of blushing cheeks and stutters whenever they happen to interact. Oh, yes, they’ve talked before, only a handful of times because Jeongguk avoids embarrassing himself – and he knows that will happen if he ends up on the receiving end of Park Jimin’s intense stare.
So Jeongguk watches from his own crowd, always stuck between his teammates and his cheerleaders, silently following them around school and wondering what’s the use of his popularity and his captain spot if he’s still too shy to even talk properly to the boy he likes.
But he’s tired of it, yearning for more from the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon. Jeongguk wants Jimin to see him, to have proper conversations with him, to get closer and be friends even when his feelings aren’t reciprocated – and he knows they aren’t; how could they be when Jimin’s too important and busy to notice him?
You’re big around here too, what makes you think he doesn’t watch you the way you watch him?
Taehyung has said that to him about a million times by now. Being the only one who knows about Jeongguk’s whining and pining about the school’s sweetheart and the extroverted side of their friendship, he has taken it upon himself to convince the captain that he will never know what Jimin thinks of him if he doesn’t even let the other come close to him. Jeongguk just asks how he can be so sure he won’t end up just embarrassing himself but Taehyung somehow always has a way of knowing things no one else knows, so that’s that.
And maybe that’s what convinces Jeongguk to plan a surprise for Jimin’s birthday.
Without giving himself away, of course.
Step one: the rose.
On the morning of Jimin’s birthday, Jeongguk wakes up from an anxious sleep earlier than usual and manages to escape his parents’ questions about why he’s going to school before the usual time by saying he has a team meeting before class, which they seem to believe without thinking twice about it.
He takes left instead of right at the park and walks into a small flower shop. His nose itches as his allergies threaten to attack but he braves through it and walks to the balcony, asking for a red rose.
Jeongguk’s heart is racing when he leaves the shop, rounding the corner and going back to his route for school. There are three cards inside his backpack, each carefully handwritten and inside a simple golden envelope to be wrapped with a red ribbon. He has never been the type to make decisions for himself, often just going with the flow and only speaking up if something is really not according to his principles. But this time he wanted to do everything without help, not even letting Taehyung give his input; he wanted this gift to be one hundred percent from him to Jimin.
There’s no one walking around when Jeongguk gets to the school, which was exactly his goal. He quickly makes his way to Jimin’s locker, checking to see if he’s alone in the hallway before pulling out the envelope and a piece of tape to stick the gift to the metal door.
This first note says, “not even the most expensive bouquet could ever be more beautiful than you”.
He leaves before he can change his mind.
Twenty minutes later, he’s sitting at a table outside before the bell rings, half of the soccer team surrounding him as they talk about whatever they did during the weekend with words that fly over his head completely. Jimin hasn’t arrived yet, and Jungkook is certain of that because he picked a seat that gives him the perfect view of the boy’s locker, where his gift is still untouched.
“Guess no one will be able to talk to you today, huh?” Taehyung says to his side and only then does Jeongguk realize the constant buzzing he was hearing was his best friend talking.
“Sorry.” He actually feels guilty for not being able to focus on Taehyung no matter how hard he tries, but it’s not really fair to blame him. His mind is just all over the place.
“It’s okay.” Taehyung rests a hand on his shoulder, squeezing for support, smiling fondly at the way Jeongguk looks even more like a baby like this, biting his lip because of the nerves and frowning at Jimin’s locker. “You got here early just to leave that for him?”
“Yeah...” Jungkook answers in an almost whisper, leg bouncing with anxiety. “Do you think he’s going to like it?”
“Are you kidding me?” Taehyung sounds almost offended at his doubts; he knows exactly what Jungkook planned and he’s convinced Jimin will be over the moon about it.
Jungkook is about to ask Taehyung how he can be so sure when the air gets stuck in his lungs as he spots Jimin approaching his locker with his best friend in tow. He watches as Jimin stops right in front of the gift and studies it for a moment before taking it and opening the small golden envelope, reading it carefully.
Nothing in this world could have prepared Jungkook for the blinding smile his little note takes out of Jimin – he’s pretty sure he sighs out loud when he sees it – and his heart skips a beat at how well the gift was received, not being able to stop his own lips from curling up. Jeongguk knows Jimin is the type to appreciate the small things and someone that’s happy with the simplest gestures, but still he was scared his surprise to him wouldn’t get a good reaction, especially since it was anonymous; in all honesty, Jeongguk was scared the other boy would find it weird.
He barely has time to avert his gaze before Jimin is looking around, trying to find the person who left the gift there for him. Jeongguk’s breathing stops for a second as he realizes he was almost caught but he can’t help but to send another loving look Jimin’s way when he’s sure he’s not searching anymore.
Unfortunately for him, even though Jimin is preoccupied with reading the note one more time, dreamy smile firmly in place, his best friend Yoongi is still on the lookout.
And he’s staring right at Jeongguk.
“Stop freaking out about it.” Taehyung tells him as they make their way to class.
Min Yoongi has sharp eyes that could trick you into thinking he has lived for centuries instead of his mere seventeen years. He’s the type of person that can make you believe anything he has to say with only his way of expressing himself; Jeongguk knows he wants to be a lawyer, heard about it during their Economics class together, and he wouldn’t want to be the one going against Yoongi in court.
Which is why he’s obviously desperate about getting caught checking Jimin’s reaction to the rose earlier. Yoongi may not know a single thing, but his eyes only can convince you he holds all the secrets to the universe and that to Jeongguk is terrifying.
“He saw me!” Jeongguk whisper-yells as they take their seats – right in the middle of the room, by the window, which may or may not be the cause to some of his daydreams during class, but that’s not relevant right now. “He knows!”
“Okay, calm down.” Taehyung sits facing him while other students come in. “So maybe he knows...” He lifts a hand to stop Jeongguk from going into full freak out mode and continues. “He’s not going to tell Jimin.”
Jeongguk just stares at him with a pout. “Yes, he will.”
Taehyung sighs. “He won’t, trust me.” He looks at his best friend who’s slumped in his seat and shakes his head. “You look like a kicked puppy. Jimin liked your gift, cheer up!”
“He did...” Jeongguk smiles as a blush paints his cheeks a lovely shade of pink. His heart picks up again and he hates that he likes this feeling so much.
“And if Yoongi tells him, which he won’t, is it really such a bad thing?”
The teacher walks in then, right as the bell rings, and Taehyung turns back to the front, leaving Jeongguk to think about his question.
The main reason he chose to prepare those little things for Jimin was because he grew tired of always being so distant. Being shy has always been a setback for Jeongguk and he hasn’t found a way to get over that trait of his just yet, so he does what he can to put himself out there more often without really leaving his comfort zone; he joined the team – being captain wasn’t part of the plan, but it happened so he learned to enjoy the position – and that alone has helped him to be braver and to speak for himself, even if just when related to sports.
But Jeongguk wants to feel free to talk to Jimin more openly, to ease himself into his life and not get so damn nervous whenever they’re so much as in the same room. The gifts were his way of beginning to do that; though he remains anonymous, it’s still a big step for someone like him.
The – very real – possibility of Jimin finding out right now it’s him who’s behind it sends Jeongguk’s mind into panic mode. At the same time he wants Jimin to know, wants them to talk, be friends or maybe – hopefully – something more, Jeongguk is also terrified by it. He can’t control himself when it comes to Jimin, he always ends up blurting out something embarrassing and blushing down to his neck and completely ruining his chances at looking cool in front of the person he likes so much.
Still, there’s nothing he can do now but to accept whatever fate decides to throw his way, so he sits in class and worries about what he’s going to do next.
Step two: the necklace.
Jeongguk asks to be excused to use the bathroom right before class ends, discreetly taking the small box and envelope from his backpack and hiding it until he’s outside. He can feel his heart beating all the way up in his throat; it’s a little bit concerning.
As expected, there’s no one in the hallway but he’s still careful as he goes up the stairs and peeps inside the council room, making sure it’s empty before slipping inside. As the president, Jimin has a desk that he keeps very organized and clean, showcasing his responsibility and care for what he does in such an important role.
Jeongguk studies it for a moment before deciding to just leave it where Jimin will see it easier. He places the velvety blue box right in the middle of the table, the golden envelope under it; there’s a silver necklace with a moon pendant in it and the second note says “nothing in the universe shines brighter than you”.
He has to admit he’s quite proud of himself for this one.
The hallway is still empty when Jeongguk closes the door behind him and goes back to class, completely unnoticed. He shares a smile with Taehyung and waits.
Jeongguk doesn’t get to see Jimin’s reaction to his gift this time but what he gets is even better – not that he thought that was possible.
“Taehyung-” He grips the boy’s arm tight as he’s waiting by his locker and spots Jimin coming his way.
(Not really his way, he’s just walking down the hallway, but Jeongguk’s mind likes to play games.)
Jeongguk really can’t look away from Jimin, even though he knows Yoongi might catch him a second time, but his eyes just don’t want to move because – and his brain is having trouble digesting that piece of information – Jimin is wearing the necklace.
The moon pendant hangs so prettily from his lean neck, short enough to show over his clothes but long enough to not be considered a choker. The silver contrasts against his skin in the most beautiful way and Jeongguk’s chest hurts with how overwhelmed he’s feeling.
He honestly thinks he could cry.
“Oop, guess he liked that one, too.” Taehyung says as he laughs at Jeongguk’s lovesick expression watching Jimin talk to someone just a few meters away from them. “Come on.”
“W-what?” Jeongguk tries to protest but he’s being pulled until they’re standing right in front of Jimin, who’s just saying bye to the girls he was chatting with.
“Hey, Jiminie, happy birthday!” Taehyung exclaims, pulling him into a hug right after. Jeongguk grips the straps of his backpack tighter; he wishes he could be able to do that.
“Thanks, Tae!” Jimin pulls away and for Jeongguk’s pure terror looks right at him. “Hi, Jeongguk.”
“Uh, h-hi.” He answers in his usual stutter, mentally slapping himself for always behaving like this. “Happy birthday.” Jeongguk mutters, looking at Jimin in the eyes before focusing on his shoes and then back at him.
“Thank you.” Jimin smiles with his entire face and his eyes disappear along with Jeongguk’s filter because he blurts out,
“So pretty.” He bites down on his bottom lip as soon as the words are pronounced, instantly regretting them when Jimin raises his eyebrows at him. Min Yoongi just snorts right at Jeongguk’s face.
“Sorry?” Even Taehyung has to hold back his laughter at how panicked his best friend looks.
“U-uh, your...” Jeongguk clears his throat and wills his brain to cooperate. “N-necklace. Pretty.” He thinks fast and finds out that short sentences work best in his favor at times like this. Why does he always let Taehyung put him into these situations?
“Ah...” Jimin lets out a short laugh, hand coming up to touch the small silver moon. “Yeah, I thought so, too.” He’s smiling as he says it, and Jeongguk’s heart is running a full marathon inside his chest as seeing up close just how much Jimin loves the gift. “I don’t know who gave it to me, but I don’t think I’m gonna stop wearing it any time soon.”
Jeongguk wants to scream at the world about all the things Park Jimin makes him feel.
When he first transferred to this school, two years ago, Jimin was already a prized student and, though he wasn’t the council president back then yet, he was the one assigned to show Jeongguk around. They were both quite different, fifteen years old and still right in the middle of puberty, but Jimin has always been the owner of a bright soul and an enchanting smile; Jeongguk was hooked from the beginning.
Through the changes in his body, growing taller, voice getting deeper, muscles showing from the constant practice with the team, Jeongguk’s heart remained the same, still beating like crazy whenever he so much as hears Jimin’s name. He can’t control it, but he doesn’t think he would get rid of this feeling if he had the chance; it’s special, warm and, despite not being reciprocated, it still makes him feel good.
“Gguk?” Jeongguk blinks when a finger pokes him in the arm. It’s Jimin, who apparently has made him a question but he was too busy staring at his face to hear it. Oh, and… Gguk? He doesn’t think he’s going to survive this conversation.
“U-um yeah? Sorry, I...” He trails off, aware that he can’t just say sorry, I was too busy admiring your beautiful face and get away with it.
Jimin giggles. Jeongguk wonders what the symptoms of a heart attack are.
“I asked if you think the necklace suits me.” He stands there, looking at Jeongguk like he’s the only person in that hallway and expecting an elaborate answer that the latter certainly can’t give him without giving himself away.
“Y-yes, it looks perfect.” Jeongguk mutters, shaking his head slightly so that his hair falls on top of his eyes because, somehow, that gives him a bigger sense of safety. “I-I think… whoever bought it h-has really good taste.” He says all at once, tripping over his words and not looking at Jimin, only to find that Yoongi is staring at him in a way that can only be described as oh, please.
“I agree.” Jimin looks right into Jeongguk’s eyes then and for a moment, for a split second, it seems like he knows, but Jeongguk doesn’t have time to freak out about it because the bell rings and Jimin is smiling again. “Gotta go, see you around.”
“See ya.” Yoongi, who had remained silent during the whole ordeal, says and winks at him before turning around and following Jimin to their next class.
“So that was something...” Taehyung claps a stunned Jeongguk on the shoulder and pulls him in the opposite direction.
“I think he knows.”
“Love that song.” Taehyung grins and starts humming some pop tune under his breath, to which Jeongguk only rolls his eyes; how dare he treat his crisis like a normal day-to-day situation?
“I’m serious.” Jeongguk whines – though he will never admit to doing so. “Jimin knows.”
“Well, he’s a top student for a reason.” He only shrugs, studying their options for dessert carefully before picking the chocolate pudding. “But I don’t think he does.”
“Did you miss the way he looked at me like he could read my mind or something?” Jeongguk picks up a bottle of banana milk and pays for his food, spending some extra time with the lady behind the counter before he follows his friend.
“I think he suspects it, but he’s not sure.” Taehyung says as they sit down with the rest of the team. By now, everyone knows Jimin has been getting anonymous gifts throughout the day and there’s a constant buzz going around as they try to figure out who the person is. Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck nervously when a couple of girls walk behind them speculating on the subject. “No one but the three of us know.”
Jeongguk freezes. “Three?”
Taehyung grins at him with his mouth full of food. “Yoongi.”
Jeongguk groans and buries his head in his hands at the reminder that none other than Jimin’s best friend is also aware he’s the one leaving the gifts. That wasn’t part of the plan, but at this point he can be sure Yoongi is not going to tell Jimin about it; if he didn’t before the necklace, he won’t do it now.
But he can’t think about that right now. For the moment, all he needs to do is watch.
Step three: the cupcake.
Jeongguk feels his heart explode and his stomach tighten when Jimin walks in the cafeteria with Yoongi and a couple more of their friends, laughing in that wonderful way only he knows how to and instantly making the whole place smell like strawberries. It’s funny, how Jeongguk has a sensitive nose that complains at every scent stronger than normal, but with Jimin’s sweet perfume it only makes him want more.
He perks up on his seat the closer Jimin gets to the dessert area when buying lunch. That morning, after he picked up the rose, Jeongguk went to Jimin’s parents’ bakery and bought a strawberry and chocolate cupcake, the one he always sees the other posting about on his social media. He knows Jimin loves it, and he thinks it makes sense that he does.
The note in the third envelope says “this cupcake may be sweet, but not more than you”.
That’s the last gift and Jeongguk thinks he did a good job. Admittedly, it’s his first time ever trying something like this, never having been interested in anyone before Jimin and only getting the courage to make some sort of move on him after two years, but he guesses it’s safe to say he succeeded, if Jimin’s reactions to the first notes were anything to go by.
The lady behind the counter stops Jimin just as he’s about to pick his dessert and hands him the third gift with the envelope carefully taped to the small box and he seems genuinely surprised by it, just like he was when he saw the rose in his locker. Jeongguk smiles behind his hand when he sees Jimin pout as the lady shakes her head at him, assuming he asked who left it there and not getting an answer.
Jimin pays for his food and takes the cupcake with him, already knowing what it is since he can see the bakery’s pink box and its logo; he’s more curious to read what the note says this time. His friends gather around him, just as eager, as Jimin opens the envelope and pulls out the paper inside.
Jeongguk can’t stop watching him, intently waiting for his reaction, even though he has to turn around in his seat to see him properly; none of his teammates seem to catch his interest and Jimin’s group is too engrossed in him to notice his staring. His heart is beating like crazy in his chest the same way it’s been doing since he woke up this morning, but he doesn’t pay too much attention to it.
When Jimin finally reads Jeongguk’s note, his smile is so big his eyes turn into pretty crescents and his cheeks are colored a lovely shade of pink as he giggles and hides his face with one of his hands; Jeongguk swears he could cry with how in love he feels.
Kim Seokjin, drama club president and school charmer with his dyed blonde hair and large shoulders, takes the envelope from Jimin’s hand and reads it for himself, curious to see what else his friend got. He gets up from his seat, chair scraping loudly against the floor, and says in his best theatrical voice,
“Whoever is doing this, you’re adorable!”
Jimin pulls him back harshly, Seokjin laughing as he takes back the envelope and puts it carefully inside his backpack, leaving the cupcake on the table. The entire place explodes in laughter at his antics as Jimin blushes harder and even Jeongguk fights to contain his pleased smile.
He’s so entranced by the way Jimin is still glowing with happiness that he doesn’t even notice the way Seokjin catches him staring and points him out to Jimin, who smiles even brighter when their eyes meet, fondness written all over his face.
Jeongguk turns around to his food so fast he nearly knocks down his bottle of banana milk and spills it all over the table. His heart is struggling to keep a steady pace and his hands shake as a million and one panicked thoughts cross his mind, all of them surrounding one main conclusion:
There’s no way Jimin doesn’t know now.
Jeongguk’s head is a mess for his last two classes of the day.
He hasn’t seen Jimin since lunch and he doesn’t know if he’s glad or if he misses his pretty smile. Taehyung tried to calm him down, saying he shouldn’t freak out about Jimin discovering it was him with the gifts, but it’s no use, because all he can think of is that the other boy thinks he’s weird now.
Nothing Taehyung can say is enough to change his thoughts on that, no matter how hard he tries. He could make a whole PowerPoint presentation and Jeongguk still wouldn’t be convinced. It’s easier to believe the voices inside his head, even when they have no proof to their words.
Even when Jeongguk himself was there to see Jimin’s reaction to two for the three gifts and he smiled so brightly the entire school looked bathed by the prettiest lights, even when Jimin still looked at him fondly when Seokjin pointed him out… Even with those things happening, Jeongguk still doesn’t think Jimin would be happy to know it’s him.
Because Jeongguk, despite his good grades and even better way with sports, never thought too highly of himself. He has loving and supporting parents, a nice amount of good friends and maybe one too many shelves stacked with medals and trophies but he has never considered himself to be too special.
But Jimin…
Well, Jimin is the most special of them all.
Jimin, the student council president. Jimin, the star student. Jimin, the charming social butterfly.
Jimin, with his sweet voice, his gentle smile and his welcoming eyes. His way with words, his sunshine personality, his will to fight for everything he believes in. His small hands, his secret love for anything art-related, his need to always be a better version of himself.
Jimin and the entire world that lives inside of him and blooms at every laugh echoing in the hallways. All the pretty colors that he brings with him to everything he touches, including the heart of a certain captain.
Jimin is a whole universe and Jeongguk is just… Jeongguk.
The shy captain who can’t get one proper sentence out without stuttering and making a fool of himself. The boy who couldn’t even give Jimin his gifts in person because he was too much of a coward to face him and confess his feelings.
He’s trying not to start regretting taking those small steps towards getting closer to Jimin, because it was important and it clearly meant a lot to both of them, but it’s hard when Jeongguk lets his insecurities get the best of him.
“Jeon, what are you doing?” He gets called back from his thoughts by their coach, having apparently spaced out in the middle of the field when they were practicing penalty kicks.
“Huh?” Jeongguk still asks, clearing his throat when he sees Taehyung snickering at him from the goalpost. “Sorry, Coach, I’m a little distracted today.”
“I can see that.” The entire team laughs as Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck and adjusts the captain strap on his arm. “Get it together, captain.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jeongguk takes a deep breath and kicks the ball the way he always does, making it pass right through Taehyung’s defense. He’s the best at penalties for a reason, no goalie could ever catch any of his attempts, no matter how nervous or out of it he was when doing it.
He goes back to the end of the line and scolds himself for the way he’s letting his mind sabotage him.
A phone rings and Namjoon stops just as he’s about to take some distance for a good kick, the entire team looking at their coach as he sighs before he answers it, motioning with his hand for them to continue. Three more players have their turn – two of which Taehyung manages to catch – before they're being called back and told that practice is over because something came up and Coach has to go.
Jeongguk goes through the process of showering and putting on a fresh set of clothes on automatic, mind still trying to figure out how he’s supposed to behave around Jimin how that he knows he was the one who left the gifts.
Taehyung leaves him with a clap on the shoulder and some advice to not think too much about it, if that even works. The more he asks his brain to give him a break, the more it insists on bringing the subject back up for discussion.
Jeongguk sits down on one of the benches in front of the school with a sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall as he tries to come up with some sort of distraction while he waits for his ride home. He should go to the library and start working on his History assignment and stop leaving things for the last minute; yes, that sounds like a good idea, Jeongguk thinks as he opens his eyes but he can’t even get up because his eyes spot the last person he wanted to run into right now.
Because the universe hates him, Jimin is walking towards the exit, too, right where Jeongguk is sitting so there’s no way for him to run away without being seen. That and Jimin has already seen him and is making his way to him as Jeongguk internally freaks out and wonders if spontaneous combustion is really just a theory or if it can happen to him if he thinks about it hard enough.
“Jeongguk.” Jimin says when he stops in front of him with his usual smile, though he looks… shy? That’s new. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Jeongguk mutters, cursing himself for always shutting down whenever Jimin is around; and now he doesn’t even have Taehyung by his side to save him from anything he can do to embarrass himself.
“Is practice over already?” Jimin asks, rocking on his heels. Jeongguk has never seen him act like this, it’s almost like he’s seeing himself. Almost, because even though Jimin is being uncharacteristically shy, he’s still a lot more functional than Jeongguk could ever be.
“Uh, yeah…” He clears his throat and tries to talk louder. “Coach’s daughter got in trouble at school, so...” Jeongguk trails off with a shrug, looking at the parking lot ahead of them because he can’t look at Jimin’s eyes for too long.
“Oh… I hope everything’s okay.” Jimin’s eyes go to the nearly empty parking lot as well.
“Apparently she punched a boy...” Jeongguk explains and Jimin turns back to him with a frown.
“Isn’t she, like, 8?” He asks, sounding truly worried about why someone her age already has those types of violent tendencies.
“Yeah...” Jeongguk makes a face at that and Jimin giggles, which makes him crack a smile as well. He just can’t help it.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?” Jimin asks, looking more at ease now, and Jeongguk’s heart picks up the beat again. “Yoongi got detention and I have to wait for him.” He pouts, actually pouts, and Jeongguk would coo if he wasn’t so nervous.
“N-no, it’s fine.” There it is, the stuttering again, just when he was doing so well. Jimin doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice, because he only smiles and sits maybe a bit closer than Jeongguk deems good for his health.
“You waiting for your brother?” Jimin asks to make conversation and Jeongguk wonders how he knows that his brother picks him up after school on practice days. Maybe the same way Jeongguk knows Jimin is coming from a council meeting right now.
“Y-yeah, he’s gonna take a while since practice ended sooner and all that...”
“We can keep each other company, then.” Jimin turns to him with a bright smile, his eyes shining like they hold a thousand constellations in them, and Jeongguk can only nod, transfixed by the way he’s so close and he can see all his prettiest details. “Have you always been this shy?” The question catches Jeongguk off guard and he looks at his lap as he ponders the answer.
“I-I guess.” He shrugs. “Actually, um… it used to be worse.” Jeongguk adds as he plays with some loose strings on his jeans.
“I’m glad you’re improving then.” He doesn’t have to look at Jimin to know he’s smiling but he does anyways, only to be hit with how many feelings he harbors for this boy.
“Thank you.” Jeongguk nods at him and allows himself to really smile, showing his cute teeth and scrunching his nose. For some reason, Jimin looks at him like he’s the most important thing in the whole world.
Silence stretches out ahead of them, but Jeongguk can’t figure out what to do to break it. Of course he wants to start a conversation, listen to Jimin talk about himself and watch him light up when he mentions something he loves, but he’s never been good at it, much less now that it’s Jimin of all people.
Jimin sighs and Jeongguk knows he’s tired of the silence just like him. “I know you’re never going to tell me, so I’ll just ask.” There’s a pause, in which Jimin hesitates, but decides to go on anyway. “It was you, right?”
Jeongguk’s heart stops. “W-what?” He hates the way his voice comes out higher than usual because he knows exactly what Jimin is asking, but he’s so surprised by it that he can’t even think of a proper way to answer.
“The gifts.” Jimin clarifies as if it wasn’t clear enough. “I mean, I hope it was. To be honest, I don’t think I’d want anyone else to have done it.” He’s rambling, another thing that Jeongguk has never seen him do, so he guesses this conversation is not exactly easy for Jimin either.
“I…” Jeongguk tries, he really does, but then it dawns on him what Jimin just said so he stops. “What?”
“First, tell me.” Jimin is looking at him so expectantly that Jeongguk can’t do anything but struggle to choke out an answer.
“Y-yes, it was m-me.”
Jimin smiles again, seemingly having gotten rid of all his previous nervousness, and he looks relieved to know that. “Good.”
“G-good?” Jeongguk frowns. Jimin has been doing a lot of things he wasn’t expecting and it’s messing with his head. “You’re not… creeped out?”
Jimin’s head tilts to the side, like he’s genuinely confused. “Why would I be? You left me gifts, that I really loved by the way, not dead animals.”
“I-it’s just, we’re not-” Jeongguk groans in frustration at himself but Jimin only sits there, patiently waiting. “I mean, we don’t really… talk.”
“Yeah…” Jimin wrinkles his nose at that, clearly upset over that fact that Jeongguk didn’t even think meant that much to him. “I wanted to but you’re so shy, I just didn’t know how to.”
“You wanted to?” It comes out as a whisper, the result of how stunned Jeongguk feels with every new word that comes out of Jimin’s mouth. He idly wonders if he fell asleep in class and this is just a dream.
Jimin shakes his head at him, still terribly fond, and places a hand over Jeongguk’s to stop him from nervously stretching the hole in his jeans. “You have no idea how many people have a crush on you around here, do you?” His voice is soft, like he’s trying not to scare him, which only helps to a certain extent, because Jeongguk’s brain is definitely going into overdrive.
“Taehyung says it’s a lot.” He mutters more as a thought than an actual answer to what Jimin is saying until the meaning of the question finally hits him and his eyes double in size. “Um, a-are you...” Jeongguk doesn’t finish it, too scared that if he says it he’ll make it real or that Jimin will say no and complete his embarrassment.
But Jimin only smiles at him and caresses his hand with his thumb. “Yes, I’m one of them.”
“Ah...” Jeongguk looks away, his face heating up even more. He feels almost dizzy with the sudden confession, not having expected in a million years that Jimin could see him under that light. “R-really?”
“You truly can’t see yourself the way other people see you, huh?” Jimin asks, thumb still rubbing circles against Jeongguk’s skin.
“I guess not...” He looks down at where their bodies are touching and somehow that calms him down. It’s overwhelming, to find out that his feelings are reciprocated when really all he intended was to maybe be friends with him.
“You’re incredible, Jeongguk, and I’m not saying that just because I know you’ll like to hear it.”
Jeongguk keeps his eyes trained on their hands, too shy to look up and meet Jimin’s eyes, though he wishes he could. “I know you never say stuff you don’t mean.”
“That’s right.” Jimin squeezes his hand slightly and scoots a bit closer to him on the bench they’re sharing. “Remember your first game with the team?”
Jeongguk frowns. That was two years ago, just a few months after he transferred to this school, when his parents encouraged him to try something he enjoyed doing and put himself out there. “Yeah?”
“It was my first time attending a match, too...” Jimin says, quietly as if he’s sharing a secret. “I was never interested in soccer until I watched you practicing one day. I already thought you were adorable before but...” Jeongguk risks looking up when Jimin stops talking and finds that he’s smiling while watching their fingers playing with each other. “You’re really alluring when you’re on the field.” He finishes and Jeongguk looks away, smiling as Jimin’s words reach him; he’s gotten compliments before, people all over him as he tried to maintain his personal space, but it means a lot more coming from the one that really matters. “So I decided to go see you.”
“You haven’t missed a game in two years.” Jeongguk mutters, in awe that Jimin was there all this time for him. He always searches for his face in the crowd, feeling relieved and more focused when he finds Jimin’s bright smile in the middle of so many others; to know that he has been rooting for him all along makes something explode inside his chest.
Their eyes meet again and Jeongguk doesn’t look away this time, not even when Jimin cups his face carefully with his free hand.
“I’m your number one fan, Jeonggukie.” He whispers, gaze unwavering as he leans in closer.
Jeongguk’s breath hitches and about a million red flags raise in his head along with a very loud danger siren that makes him turn his head just as Jimin is about to kiss him so that his lips touch the corner of his mouth instead. Jimin pulls away slowly, just enough so he can look at Jeongguk properly; he doesn’t say anything, but his eyes look worried, as if he’s scared he overstepped a boundary.
“Um, I-I’ve never...” Jeongguk feels the need to explain himself, though his mind tells him he’s ridiculous for never having kissed anyone before and rejecting the only person he has ever wanted to do it with when he tries.
“No?” Jimin actually looks surprised for a second before his eyes turn delighted at the idea of being Jeongguk’s first kiss. “Okay, then.” He smiles and starts to back away. Of course that makes Jeongguk panic.
“But I want it!” He blurts out, not wanting to miss his chance, and blushes when he realizes how loud he said those words. “I mean-” Jimin’s giggle interrupts him
“God, you’re so precious.” It sounds like he’s saying it more to himself, like a thought that escaped because it’s too loud to be kept in his head. “We’ll go slow, hm?” Jimin brushes the hair away from Jeongguk’s eyes and places a lingering kiss on his cheek before pulling back to look at him again and appreciate the pretty shade of pink painting his skin. “Has anyone ever told you you have entire galaxies in your eyes?”
“It’s because I’m looking at you.” Jeongguk says, true to his way of blurting out things that he might regret when his mind is not totally focused on filtering his words. He always thinks about Jimin like that, of course, but he’s often too caught up in hiding it to allow it to be said out loud.
Jimin looks surprised in the best way possible. At this point, they’re both a mess of giggles and red cheeks. “That didn’t sound like the shy Jeonggukie I know at all.”
“Finally found you!” Yoongi comes yelling in their direction, making both of them jump at the interruption, but stops when he sees he’s intruding. “Oh, sorry.” He says slowly, already turning in the direction of the exit door. “I’ll wait at the car.”
“I’ll, um… See you tomorrow?” Jimin asks tentatively to which Jeongguk only nods, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches the other get up, only then forcing his body to do something for once.
“Wait.” He grabs Jimin by the wrist and said boy turns to him with a surprised frown. It’s a lot harder than he envisioned in his head but Jeongguk still manages to choke out, “K-kiss me?”
Jimin sits back down, looking all kinds of happy to hear those words, and goes back to cupping Jeongguk’s face like it’s the most precious thing in the world. His eyes are shining and he’s smiling in that way that makes Jeongguk’s heart skip a beat, so intimately and fond that he can’t believe it’s directed at him.
“Are you sure?” He whispers at him, not needing to speak louder when they’re close like this. Jeongguk just nods again and that’s all Jimin needs.
It’s nothing more than a peck when their lips first meet, but Jeongguk is positive he can hear fireworks in the distance. He supposes it has to do with the fact that it’s Park Jimin that he’s kissing, but it feels like one of the best things he has ever experienced; though his brain has turned to nothing and the butterflies in his stomach are fighting to come out, he still finds himself in an ocean of happiness that he would gladly drown in.
Jimin pecks him again, a bit more insistent this time, and then after the third time he starts to move his lips, slowly so that Jeongguk can keep up – which he does with barely no trouble at all, thank you very much. He’s gentle and minds his every move, careful not to push Jeongguk over his limits or to go too hard on him at once.
One of Jeongguk’s hands that was on his lip comes up to hold on to Jimin’s wrist in the lightest of touches, not wanting to do anything but to keep him there. Jimin’s lips are soft and full against his and Jeongguk finds that he loves it.
He almost pulls away when Jimin licks at his bottom lip, startled by the feeling he’s not used to, but manages to open his mouth just enough so that the other can slip his tongue inside, leaving small playful licks until Jeongguk starts doing the same.
It’s weird at first, because Jeongguk has always been the type to cherish his personal space, but he doesn’t mind one bit that Jimin seems to break all the rules he set for himself as he grew up. Jeongguk tries not to think about the fact that he is actually kissing Park Jimin and that this is real, that after two years he moved on from distant watching to having his feelings reciprocated, but he can’t stop his brain from reminding him of that so he ends up smiling in the middle of the kiss.
Jimin smiles, too, and pulls away but not before pecking Jeongguk’s now red and slightly swollen lips four more times simply because he can.
“I could kiss you forever.” Jeongguk is thankful that it’s Jimin who says that because he’s sure he was about to blurt out the exact same thing and blush furiously for it.
“Me too.” He answers, gathering the courage to lean in himself and kiss Jimin one last time.
It takes some external convincing – in the form of Min Yoongi honking at them a dozen times – to get them to finally break apart and say their goodbyes, with a promise to see each other the next day.
When Jeongguk’s brother picks him up, he asks why he can’t stop smiling but Jeongguk barely acknowledges it, bringing up a hand to touch his lips where Jimin’s taste still lingers – strawberry, just like his perfume.
Jeongguk is sitting outside again when Jimin gets to school, Yoongi walking right by his side as usual. He picks his backpack up and tells Taehyung where he’s going, getting an encouraging smile from him, before making his way to Jimin’s locker just as he’s closing it.
“Gguk, hey.” Jimin looks more than thrilled to see him, if the way his eyes disappear with how big he’s smiling is any indicator. Jeongguk still can’t get over how beautiful he is.
“Hi.” He answers simply with a smile of his own and gives a small box to Jimin with another one of his golden envelopes.
“Thank you but… It’s not my birthday anymore.” Jimin is looking at him with fondness written all over his face as he accepts the extra gift, this time being handled to him in person.
“I know.” Jeongguk nods at him to open it, doing his best to hold back his anxiety.
Jimin nearly squeals when he sees what’s inside and he’s quick to pull out the small keychain with a fluffy bunny hanging from it, absolutely delighted that he gets to carry something that reminds him of Jeongguk around with him now. He puts it back in the box and hands it to Yoongi for the moment just so he can open the note, the other boy also reading over his shoulder.
Your beauty always takes my words from me so I have to write what I feel for you instead.
I like you a lot, Park Jimin.
I’m sorry it took me so long to act on it.
Yoongi huffs a laugh when he finishes reading, “Cute.”
Jimin is beaming up at him and Jeongguk has barely a second to prepare before he’s pulling him into a hug. “The cutest.” He leaves a kiss on his cheek, out there in the open for anyone to see, and Jeongguk really doesn’t know what to do with himself – at least he’s hugging him back. “I like you too, bun.”
Jeongguk stands there when Jimin lets him go, heart beating too fast for his own good and a lovesick grin plastered on his face with no chance of going away any time soon. He watches as the other carefully puts the envelope inside his council notebook and hangs the bunny on his backpack, happy with the way it bounces around when he moves.
He stretches out his hand for Jeongguk, who doesn’t hesitate to take it and considers it progress on his ability to interpret social cues and handling himself around Park Jimin. “Walk me to class?”
“I’ll walk you to the moon if you ask me to.” There it is, another moment of unexpected courage that has Jeongguk saying what he really means instead of keeping it to himself like he usually does. Jimin giggles and pulls him closer as he intertwines their fingers, absolutely glowing with joy.
Jeongguk knows all eyes are on them, the team captain and the student council president holding hands and being loving in the hallways, but he doesn’t have the mind to care; actually, he doesn’t even notice.
Description: Jungkook comes home to a drunk roommate screaming out song lyrics and declaring he’s an independent bitch. And that’s great and all, power to the singles, it’s just... Jimin’s boyfriend of two years might disagree.
Literally no angst, I promise you. It’s crackheady and then it’s soft and uwu.
~
“Jungkook, you have to come back home. Now.”
“What?” Jungkook whispered into his phone, a frown set on his eyebrows as he nervously glanced around the university library, all too aware of how much noise his phone had been making when it began to ring. He really needed to remember to put it on silent more.
“It’s Jimin. He’s upset.” Yoongi, a music producer who honestly still intimidated Jungkook a bit, sighed into the phone, before muttering something along the lines of okay Taehyung just- wait a minute, would you?
“Why, what happened?” Questioned Jungkook, trapping his phone between his ear and his shoulder so he could shove all his books back into his bag. He was meant to study for at least two more hours, as per his personal goal, but he wouldn’t be able to retain any information from the overpriced pages now.
“Taehyung and I had a bit of a disagreement-” Yoongles is a dick! Taehyung called from the background “-and he looked for comfort in Jimin. Jimin decided comfort meant wine.”
“Oh God,” Jungkook groaned as he stood, swinging his rucksack onto his back. “I’m coming home now.”
“Okay. I- Taehyung, get off! I took the wine that he had and placed it in that cabinet that he can’t reach,” ah, the cabinet above the fridge. Jimin hated that cabinet. “But to be honest he probably just went to get more-” Jiminie should be allowed his wine you dick! “So, good luck with that.”
“Thanks, man.”
Jungkook and Yoongi said their goodbyes - Jungkookie, get the wine down for jiminie! - and Jungkook quickly made his way back to his shared apartment, wondering what state his flatmate would be in.
He didn’t expect to find the shorter man standing on the sofa with a bottle of wine in hand, belting out the lyrics to single power ballads.
“This is my current single status, my declaration of independence! There’s no way I’m trading places, right now a star’s in the ascendant!” Park Jimin screeched along to the music, using the wine bottle as a makeshift microphone. Jungkook threw his rucksack onto the floor and toed off his shoes, before walking towards the sofa with a frown. There were a lot of wine splashes on it, which would be great fun to clean up.
“I’m single!”
“Jimin-”
“That’s how I wanna be!”
“Jimin-”
“Single!”
“Jimin please-”
“That’s how I wanna be!”
Jungkook scoffed and walked towards Jimin’s Bose speaker, which was blasting the song from a ‘single pringes’ playlist on Jimin’s Spotify app. Usually, Jimin was a wonderful singer - it seemed that wine changed that specific quality.
“Don’t need to be on somebody’s arm to- Jungkook!” Jimin whined, stomping one of his feet and trying (failing, as he was holding a bottle) to cross his arms. “I was listening to that! How dare you!”
“Jimin, it’s late, you shouldn’t be playing music that loud at this time,” Jungkook replied, gently taking the bottle of wine and placing it on the coffee table before reaching up to lift Jimin down, however the latter recoiled away from him.
“No! Me and Beyoncé were doing just fine without you!”
“Jimin... Beyoncé doesn’t sing that song.”
“Yes she does!” Jimin whined, once again stomping his foot. “She sings every single single song, queen of being single!”
“Jimin- Jimin she’s married. They literally have three ki-”
“Shhhh!” Jimin hushed, bending down and smushing an index finger into Jungkook’s lips. “That’s irrelevant. Next you’re going to be telling me that I’ve got a boyfriend.”
“But Jim-”
“I’m a strong, single, independent bitch who don’t need no man! Boyfriends are overrated!”
Jungkook’s not really sure where that left him... Seeing as he’d been Jimin’s boyfriend for the past two years.
“Jimin...” Jungkook started, slowly, reaching up to bring his boyfriend off the sofa (glad that Jimin didn’t move away from him this time). He placed the black-haired man on the ground and then cupped his cheeks, swallowing nervously as Jimin tried his best to turn his head away. “Why do you want to be single?”
“Because Yoong-ass broke my heart!”
Now Jungkook was confused. Yoongi was Taehyung’s boyfriend... how did he break Jimin’s heart?
“How did he do that?”
Jimin turned his head to face Jungkook, a scowl taking over his usually soft features.
“Because he told Taetae that he was annoying and clingy and they had a fight and it’s broken my heart and now I’m praising Beyoncé that I’m a single, independent bi-”
“But Jimin... You’re not single.”
Jimin looked at Jungkook as if he’d just butchered his puppy.
“Do you- does this mean you want to break up?”
Jimin’s eyes searched Jungkook’s face, and a small hand came up to stroke at the taller’s bottom lip. “Not if you were my boyfriend I wouldn’t.”
“... but you are... my... boyfriend,” Jungkook said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
“Really?!”
“...Yes”
“Really?!”
“Yes.”
“I’m pregnant!” Jimin shouted, pulling Jungkook even closer to him to rest his head in the taller’s neck. “Now you’re trapped and can’t leave me.”
“Jimin... that’s not how gay sex works.”
“WE HAD SEX?! YOU STUCK THAT DICK IN ME?! Blessed. You- you should do it again-”
“I don’t think it’s gonna get up no matter what you do at this point,” Jungkook stated, raising his eyebrow as Jimin pushed away from him to move backwards.
“Even... this?!”
Now, Jimin had intended to do the Bend & Snap, but the bend was a little too powerful and he ended up smashing his nose into the coffee table and letting out a pained wail, spilling wine everywhere.
“Yes... especially that.”
Jimin looked up at his boyfriend with teary eyes and a bloody nose. He looked utterly helpless, and as much as it hurt Jungkook to see his boyfriend in pain, he couldn’t help the endeared chuckle that left his lips.
“Come on, let’s go and get you cleaned up.”
Jimin couldn’t help but stare in awe at the man standing between his legs and dabbing a tissue to his sore nose as Jimin was sitting on the bathroom counter. Jungkook was truly a beautiful person, the most beautiful of men, and Jimin couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that Jungkook was really his. Jimin’s. Property of- okay, maybe not property, but like... he couldn’t think of anything less offensive in his drunken mindset.
Then again, he’d probably lost Jungkook now. He was sure that after everything that had happened, Jungkook would be packing his bags and leaving just as soon as Jimin’s nose decided to stop being an inconvenience by bleeding everywhere.
“Are you... are you going to break up with me?” Jimin asked, quietly, tears still falling from his dark brown eyes.
“Jimin, you were the one who was just trying to break up with me,” Jungkook said, gently, bringing the hand that was resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder up to cup his jaw.
“I- I was?” Jimin questioned, moving backwards to look up into Jungkook’s eyes, his own blown wide in fear. “But- but I’d never try to break up with you. You’re you. You’re... you’re too good for me, because you’re you, you know? And-” Jimin sniffed. Jungkook felt his heart beat. “And you’re too good. You’re like a pupper, you know? Too good for this world. We don’t deserve. Queen of being undeserved.”
“Jimin,” Jungkook chuckled, “I’m not gonna break up with you.”
He moved back in to try and sort the rest of Jimin’s nose, but the shorter moved further away. “Are- are you sure?”
“Jimin, do you love me?” Jungkook questioned, looking deeply into the aforementioned man’s eyes.
“Y-yes, of course I do, you’re the best, my favourite person, the mostest bestest boy-”
“And I love you too, Jimin. You’re my favourite person, too.”
“Your mostest bestest boy?” Jimin mumbled, flicking his eyes down to his lap as his fingers clenched together nervously. Jungkook smiled fondly, and placed a hand under Jimin’s jaw as a silent instruction for his boyfriend to look back up.
“My mostest, bestest boy. I love you Park Jimin, and as long as there is love between us, I promise I will never, ever leave you.”
“Never ever ever?”
“Never ever ever.”
“Never ever ever ever?”
“Never ever ever ever.”
“Never ever ever ever eve-”
“Jimin.”
Jimin looked back down to his lap. Jungkook rolled his eyes fondly, before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.
“Never ever ever ever ever.”
A smile lit up Jimin’s whole face. Despite the red and swollen nose, he looked absolutely beautiful, and Jungkook had to wonder how he ever managed to get a boyfriend as beautiful, inside and out, as Jimin.
“Come on now Beyoncé, let’s go to bed. You’re going to hate yourself in the morning.”
Jungkook gently gathered his boyfriend up into his arms, a giddy smile coming to his face as Jimin’s legs wrapped tightly around his hips.
“Kookie?”
“Yes, Jimin?”
“I will never ever ever ever ever leave you, too.”
~
See, I said there was no angst! You impressed? I’m impressed.
I came up with this last night and wrote it all today in one go, so that’s also pretty impressive lmao. I hope you enjoyed it!
Shout out to my wonderful darling @letsgo-baby bc the bit when Jimin was talking about being pregnant and jk’s dick was basically our conversation about what Jimin and jk would be saying lmao.
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When they’re not the only one in their relationship, but it’s not a poly relationship. Jimin is hopeful while Jungkook is busy and away for a long time, but they are in love with one another. They don’t actually get to talk to one another, their only resource of communication is through third party members to their relationship. Jimin’s adopted mother and friends of Jungkook or just Jungkook talking to his adopted mother himself.
Jimin is a hopeful party goer, who works in retail by day all the while thinking of what he needs to do with his life. One night at a party, Jungkook shows up, just trying to relieve stress from his normal life. Pretending to be someone he wasn’t, but getting caught in a lie jimin was enjoying it because he knew better.
Jungkook an aspiring doctor, working as a nurse that just broke up with his ex. Wanting to look for a new outlet of relief. His friends egg him into going to a party where he sees something that could change his life in a way he couldn’t imagine.
A/N: over the course of this au I will be posting in sections.
Year 1
Year 2
Year 3
Year 4
These are how many years they are actually apart. Jimin is state side through out the entire au. Jungkook starts out stateside and this is going to be in Korea the rest of it.
pairing: jikook / kookmin
genre: fluff
word count: 489
“what are those…?”
jeongguk tilts his head and smiles at jimin innocently. “flowers.”
“for what?”
you mean, for who. the younger’s smile grew bigger as he slowly saunters towards his cute boyfriend who looks like a confused puppy at the moment.
when he was on his way to their company building to pick up jimin, jeongguk passed by a flower shop and decided to be a sweet and cheesy boyfriend ((he’s always sweet and cheesy when it comes to jimin but so what? can’t jeongguk pamper his baby?)) and bought jimin tons of flowers. like, really, tons. the ahjumma vendor was ecstatic and told jeongguk that she hopes his lover would love all of them. oh, he will love them alright. jeongguk smiles to himself, imagining jimin’s flushed face and wide smile as he hands him the flowers. with a deep kiss, of course.
“for you, love.” jeongguk says softly, wrapping his arms around jimin’s waist and pulling him closer until their chests are flushed together. he nuzzles jimin’s hair, inhaling his boyfriend’s sweet scent. “hyung, what shampoo did you use? you smell so nice. i mean, you always smell so good, but today is different.”
jimin snorts. “baby please, i didn’t even shower today.”
“ahh that explains it. your natural scent has always been my favorite of all.” with a toothy grin, jeongguk dives in for a quick peck.
“you’re such a cheeseball,” jimin giggles in between kisses.
“only for you, love.” jeongguk winks, grinning when he sees jimin’s face flushing a deeper shade of red.
jimin huffs. he pushes jeongguk lightly and reaches for his phone. “c’mon baby,” he walks towards the mirror, smirking when he notices jeongguk’s eyes widening at the pet name. “let’s take a selca.”
jeongguk follows jimin like a puppy and stands a little too close to him, placing his arms around jimin’s waist by instinct. they take a few (read: a lot) of selcas with no space between them before jimin puts his phone down and places his hands above jungkook’s that are currently hugging his body.
“baby, let’s take photos that are appropriate to be posted in public.” jimin whines, detaching himself from jeongguk and turns to place a chaste kiss on jeongguk’s lips. he faces the mirror again and tilts his head slightly until his hair tickles the side of jeongguk’s face.
jeongguk’s eyes twinkle as he beams widely, slipping his hands in his pockets. he couldn’t stop smiling. he feels like his heart’s about to burst out of his chest. how could someone so smol make him feel all of these immense emotions.
jeongguk doesn’t notice that jimin’s done with the selcas until the smaller drops his head on jeongguk’s shoulder, giggling cutely while looking at the photos they took.
“your smile is weird. you looked like you won the lottery.”
“well, i did win something that’s much better than the lottery.”
