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Epilogue
“I didn’t wanna fall in love, not at all. But at some point you smiled and, holy shit, I blew it.”
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They walk home together.
It’s nowhere near as frantic and harrowing as it was when Jimin was running to Jungkook, convinced that he’d be on a plane in moments if he wasn’t fast enough. Instead, it’s holding hands until they stop being cold and start being clammy. It’s matching footsteps in the snow. It’s Jimin holding a big bouquet of roses and smelling them every few paces, grinning like a fool in love each time.
In the elevator up to the apartment, Jimin pulls Jungkook down for a slow kiss, knows they’ll be there a while.
“I took the fucking stairs for you. Do you know that?” he asks when they get to their floor. “The stairs, Jungkook.”
“I basically flew out of my sister’s bedroom window to get to you, darling.”
That makes Jimin giggle.
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Nari is waiting for them. She’s standing in the kitchen she practically co-owns, stirring something delicious-smelling in a pot.
Her smile grows huge when she turns to see them holding hands. “It worked?!”
Jimin was prepared to tell her off for making him run like that. But she looks so adorably excited and happy for them that he can do nothing but laugh.
“Noona,” Jungkook says. “What the fuck was that?”
“Your romance origin story, of course!”
“I was nearly run over by five separate cars.”
Nari bursts out laughing. “I didn’t tell you to parkour your way over. That’s on you.”
Jungkook is trying very hard not to laugh, but Jimin and Nari both have very contagious laughs. Jimin’s high-pitched and happy and Nari’s low and witchy.
He says, “It’s not funny.”
Jimin and Nari pointedly disagree.
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Later that night, once Nari has gone home, Jimin and Jungkook kiss for a long time. They’re on the rug in the living room, the apartment dimly lit and quiet save for the sounds they’re making.
Jimin is on his back. Jungkook is keeping him breathless and needy, the kisses so wet and so hot that Jimin is just lying here blushing crazily whilst Jungkook murmurs about how pretty he is.
Jungkook bites his bottom lip so soft it’s almost sweet, and then he moves his kisses down to Jimin’s neck. He’s fully on top of him. Jimin couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He really doesn’t want to.
Instead, he stares up at the ceiling with dark, dilated pupils and moans as Jungkook marks his skin. “Fuck,” he says.
“Hmm,” Jungkook agrees, in that voice that should be illegal and probably is in some major cities. “Fuck, baby.”
“We’re on the floor.”
“We’re on the floor.” Jungkook slips Jimin’s jumper to the side so that he can kiss his collarbone and shoulder. “It’s warmer on the floor.”
“I don’t think heat is gonna be a p-problem, Kook-… ohh.” He briefly shuts his eyes to the sensation of Jungkook’s teeth sinking into his skin again. “Fucking hell, Jeon. Are you trying to eat me?”
“Now there’s an idea,” he drawls.
Jimin should be more worried about that than he is. “You’re supposed to stay away from me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I have a cold, remember?”
Proving a point, Jungkook leans up to press another slow, wet kiss to Jimin’s mouth. Then, he smiles against it. “I’m thinking it’s too late for that, sweetheart.”
“You never know.”
“Fuck. You sound even sexier than usual right now.”
“Are you romanticising my cold?”
“Sexualising it, actually.” Jungkook sits back on his haunches. He pulls down Jimin’s jeans and boxers, tells him he’s a good boy when he lifts his ass up off of the rug. Dashing them to the side, he spreads Jimin’s legs apart and stares, subconsciously licks his lips.
Heat stirs in Jimin’s tummy. He’s disappointed in himself, honestly. “That really should not be so hot.”
“There’s no point denying it now, baby.” He leans back down, kisses Jimin’s inner thigh, dangerously, deliciously close. “I know you’re in love with me,” he goes on. “I know you want me.” He rests his chin on Jimin’s thigh and meets his eye, not appearing even slightly innocent. “No more secrets, yeah?”
Jimin can’t look at him for very long. “Y-yeah,” he manages to say.
Jungkook smiles up at him. “Good boy.” And then he eats Jimin out for half an hour, draws two orgasms from his body and kisses him for almost as long afterwards. He tells Jimin that he loves him. Jimin is a fucked, blushing mess by the time he’s done with him but he musters up the energy to say that he loves him too.
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The following morning, they’re supposed to be reading together on the giant clam chair. Jimin is sprawled across Jungkook’s lap and they’re discovering that two people can totally sit on this chair together, so long as those two people are desperate to be as physically close to one another as possible.
Jimin reads about one page.
Jungkook reads half a page. He keeps making sure he’s holding Jimin tight enough that he won’t fall, keeps thinking holy shit I’m holding Jimin. And it’s okay. And it’s more than okay. We love each other.
The whole of last night he spent secretly staring over at Jimin and trying to ascertain that this was really happening. They’re really doing this - being together. Jimin is really curled up on his lap in his pyjamas, warm and very real, smelling of fucking flowers and absentmindedly curling his toes as he reads.
Jungkook only reads half a page because the rest of the time is just him admiring the man he loves.
Jimin catches his eye, smiles a crooked, pretty little smile, and pushes Jungkook’s glasses back up his nose.
Jungkook’s heart melts. He might be broken. “Thanks, doll.”
“No problem. How’s your book?” He’s wearing a knowing smirk as he reads, is obviously aware of Jungkook’s constant, awed staring.
Jungkook slides a hand down Jimin’s thigh, which - after last night’s celebratory rug sex - makes Jimin shudder like he’s reliving something. “This book pales in comparison to the beauty that is your face, my love.”
“Aww,” Jimin says, emotionless. “I prefer it when you just tell me I’m fucking beautiful, all angry and everything.”
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Jungkook growls, playing up the anger in his expression, furrowing his brows and scowling.
Jimin laughs happily, and Jungkook pulls him closer and holds him, gives up on his book. He wasn’t kidding; reading is for losers who don’t have Park Jimin literal centimetres away from their dicks.
“Hey,” he says, after letting the comfortable silence resume for a moment, listening to the birds tweet good morning and the people of Seoul wake up for the day.
Jimin looks at him. “Hey.”
“We should tell everyone that we’re boyfriends now.”
Jimin blanches. Jungkook loves when he does that, loves making him all unsure and blushy and cute.
“We’re-” He blinks a few times. “We’re boyfriends?”
Jungkook fondly rolls his eyes. “Remember the roses? The public confessions?-”
“Yeah but I didn’t ask you to be my boyfriend.”
Jungkook looks at him carefully, cocks his head, quirks a brow. “You don’t want me to be your boyfriend, honey?”
Jimin is really blushing now. He shoves Jungkook softly, tries not to smile. “Get lost.”
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They decide that the least obnoxious way to do it is through the group chat.
Jimin snaps a photo of the two of them in the mirror. They’re standing very close, Jungkook’s arm around Jimin and Jimin resting his head on Jungkook’s chest, both of them smiling so bright.
Jimin sends it to the chat whilst he’s running a bath. Well - first of all, he sits on the lid of the toilet, water steadily filling up the bath as he stares at the photo for about ten minutes straight. Jungkook is on his bed ordering their dinner, so he’s not here to tease Jimin about how obsessed he is with the picture.
It’s the way their bodies are so comfortably together. It’s the way Jungkook glanced down at Jimin just as the camera clicked, the way it’s so clear in his eyes that he loves him. Jimin wouldn’t have believed it a month ago. Now… Now.
He wonders if Jungkook will post it to Instagram, adding Jimin to his wall of favourite people. Fuck. Jimin’s cheeks hurt from smiling.
The photo is sent with no context, because it kind of speaks for itself. It goes to the chat titled (by Nari) Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
Of course Taehyung is the first to reply, literally ten seconds later.
[Tae 💗] Awww cute mirror selfie
[Tae 💗] wAIT
[Tae 💗] OH MY GOD ????????
[Nari🌻] hehe I made this happen xx
[Jungkook] Actually I made this happen ❤️
Jimin goes to find him, practically skips through the apartment, laughing.
His boyfriend is where he left him, laying on his bed on his back, texting away. He throws Jimin a smirk when he sees him in the doorway.
Jimin sits down beside him.
I made this happen!
[Jungkook] We made this happen 👀
[Jin🤍] What’s actually happening???
Jungkook and I are boyfriends now
That earns him a soft, happy giggle from Jungkook, who sits up so that he can kiss Jimin’s shoulder through his jumper.
Jimin melts into the touch, turns his head to catch Jungkook’s lips on his.
[Jin🤍] !!!
[Tae 💗] HOLY SHIT
[Nari🌻] WAIT YALL ARE BOYFRIENDS NOW?!
[Jungkook] Yeah we’re in love and everything
[Tae 💗] ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDFGH
[Joonie⭐️] AHHH!!!
[Hobi ☀️] DIDN’T YOU JYST STOPF HATING EACH OTHER LIKE YESTERDAY???
Things change hyung 🥰
[Yoongs🌈] finally oh my god
[Yoongs🌈] i can rest now
[Tae 💗] He’s been so fucking stressed about you two
[Tae 💗] Okay but for real what the fuck
[Tae 💗] This is so exciting
[Tae 💗] I’m coming over TOMORROW
[Joonie⭐️] I’m gonna need some context guys xx
[Hobi ☀️] Yeah story time please
Nari lied to us and now we’re dating 🥰
There’s a one-minute pause where nobody sends anything.
[Joonie⭐️] Um I’m gonna need a little more context than that Minnie 😦
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Jimin and Jungkook fall into a new routine. It’s familiar in some ways and completely, bewilderingly unfamiliar in others.
They eat together whenever they can, whenever their schedules line up. They go to sleep together, wake up together, lay in bed talking for fucking hours.
Jimin learns things about Jungkook that make him want to pull open the apartment’s windows and tell all of Seoul that he’s in love.
He learns that Jungkook gets chatty when he’s drunk. Chatty and giggly and even more flirty than he is when sober. He learns that Jungkook knows all about flowers and their meanings, gets adorably excited about it. He learns that Jungkook likes it when Jimin wears his clothes.
Jungkook wants more tattoos. He’s the youngest member of staff at work. He knows how to drive but hates it. He laughs like a kid when Jimin does impressions, finds it stupidly funny. He’s never tried iced coffee, and when Jimin makes him one, his doe eyes go wide and happy. He has a pretty singing voice. He’s more in love with Jimin than Jimin could ever begin to understand, looks at him sometimes like he’s double-checking that he’s there. Jimin is going nowhere.
There really are no more secrets between them.
Jimin can tell Jungkook that he loves him every single day, most days more than once. He can jump on him in the morning and kiss him until he wakes up, laughing, warm and raspy. Morning, angel. Morning, Kookie. It never gets old.
They get dressed for their days together, Jungkook interrupting every few minutes to kiss Jimin or squeeze his ass or smack it. They ride down in the elevator together, holding hands, sneaking smiles. They kiss goodbye when they part ways, Jungkook cradling Jimin’s face in his big hands. They make a game out of looking back at each other until they’re too far away to see. Jimin goes to work giggling every day.
At night, Jimin combs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair for hours until they’re sleepy. They don’t fuck all the time, but Jimin learns that Jungkook loves long, lazy sex. He’d had his suspicions but they’re confirmed. Jungkook likes to spend hours in bed, taking Jimin apart, drawing everything out, making him come and then kissing him until he’s ready to come again. He really likes it when Jimin says his name. Likes it even better when Jimin screams it.
It’s hard to choose a favourite between those nights and the nights where Jungkook takes him quick and rough, gradually learning just how extensive Jimin’s list of kinks really is. Yes to pulling his hair until his back arches. Fuck yes to choking him when he’s coming. Please to being Jungkook’s needy little angel.
But Jimin doesn’t have to choose; he gets all of it. All of him.
They shop together, visit their friends together. They have long conversations about the future. They go out together, stay in together. Spend days apart because Yoongi says it’s healthy. Jungkook meets Jimin’s Dad during a FaceTime call and is so adorably nervous about it that Jimin kisses his cheek afterwards and tells him he loves him for the third time that day. Jimin’s Dad gives Jungkook a recipe to try, and he cooks it that night for Jimin, Nari and the twins to eat after they’ve played games for three hours. Micah and Ye-Joon squeal when they find out that they’re together. It’s because he makes great milkshakes, right? Ye-Joon says, brown eyes sparkling.
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Time goes. Love grows.
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Three months pass. There are difficult moments. There are amazing moments. They do all of it as a couple.
Jimin comes home one Thursday evening after his bookstore shift, smiling as he opens the apartment door.
Instantly, there’s the smell of something yummy sizzling away in a pan. Also a jasmine and black olive candle that Taehyung left for them to try and that Jungkook has been surprisingly obsessed with.
And there’s Jia, their puppy.
She greets Jimin at the door, yapping joyfully, fluffy cream tail waggling.
Jia is somewhere over thirty weeks old and they bought her home from a local shelter three weeks ago. She’s bought them even closer, has given them bonding moments over picking up her poops and walking her, holding hands and chit-chatting whilst she runs ahead on her lead, exploring the world as if it’s brand new every time.
“Hi fluffy baby!” Jimin says, just as joyful as Jia. He drops his coat and his bag and picks her up, holding her close in his arms. “I know, baby. I missed you too!” She cuddles into him, her little heart beating fast.
Jimin wanders further into the apartment and feels his second burst of happiness at the sight of his boyfriend.
Jungkook is watering the plants, being especially careful with Sylvie. He’s dressed from uni, wearing a comfortable, oversized grey sweater and jeans, his hair half-tied up.
“Hey,” Jimin says, already smiling. He can’t help it. He absolutely cannot help it.
Jungkook looks at him, smiles back. “Aren’t you gonna call me your fluffy baby?”
“Not even in a million years.”
“You look beautiful today, honey.”
Jimin blushes, hides his face in Jia’s perfect fur. “So do you.”
“Aww.” He comes over to Jimin, gets right in his space, kisses him softly in greeting. And then he steals Jia from him. She goes willingly because she likes when Jungkook lifts her up and walks with her like she’s an actual child. “Yeah. Did Minnie come home?” he asks her in the baby voice that has become a source of amusement and joy for Jimin these past few weeks. “Did he come home and give you cuddles? Hm?” He kisses the top of her head and she kisses him back, touching her nose to his cheek.
Jimin laughs out loud. “Oh my god you’re adorable.”
Jungkook looks pleased. He lets Jia get back down on the floor, watches her scamper away to drink some water, her little legs quick.
“Dinner’s ready in ten minutes, sweetheart,” Jungkook says, returning to the kitchen. “How was your day?”
“It was really nice, actually.” Jimin watches his boyfriend cook as he speaks. A simple pleasure. “Hoseok came in and he bought lunch. Jin-hyung wants to do, like, a Spring party. So we’re picking out decorations for the store.”
Jungkook’s laugh is fond. “That’s cute as fuck.”
“Hmm.”
“Maybe I’ll come to this party and we kiss in the storage cupboard like good old times.” He looks back at Jimin, throws him a cheeky wink.
Jimin just laughs. “Ooh!” he says, remembering something. “Also - Tae and Yoongi-hyung are coming over for dinner this Saturday. Is that okay with you?”
“Are you gonna treat us all to your cooking, doll?”
“Fuck off.”
Jungkook blows him a kiss and Jimin catches it, blows him one back.
And then he stands there and looks around their apartment, in a state of happy disbelief. Their home. For now. Maybe they’ll buy a house in a couple years, more space for Jia and… kids. The twins. They’ll bring the giant clam chair.
Jungkook catches him lost in thought, smirks all knowingly. “What are you thinking about, hm?”
Jimin pouts. “You’ll tease me about it.”
“Yeah. Obviously. Always.” Jungkook comes back over, hugs Jimin from behind and rests his chin on Jimin’s shoulder, kisses his neck. “What’s on your mind, angel?”
Jimin melts. He’s always melting. “It’s just…” Jungkook’s arms are wrapped around his waist. “I’m just really fucking happy,” he says, breathes.
Jungkook spins him round to face him, keeps ahold of his hand. “I’m really fucking happy too,” he says.
Jimin bites his lip, looks up at him. “We’re good together, Jeon.”
“Oh, for sure.” Jungkook is looking at his lips, then right into his eyes. “We’re great at this whole ‘boyfriend’ thing.”
“The best, actually.”
Jungkook kisses him like he knows he’ll always be able to. “The best,” he says.
Another thing they can finally agree on.