What I Never Knew I Always Wanted

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-
Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin
Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM,
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Original Child Character(s), Park
Jimin (BTS)'s Parents
Additional Tags: Single Parent Park Jimin, Military Park Jimin, Piano Teacher Jeon Jungkook,
It's hard to get within the walls of a single parent but Jungkook tries anyway,
Denial of Feelings, Established Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Rating
May Change, Switch Jeon Jungkook, Switch Park Jimin, Jimin is a badass but
a softie, Slow Burn, Parenthood, like a painfully slow burn, Eventual Smut,
Domestic Fluff, So fluffy you're gonna die, Jeon Jungkook & Min Yoongi |
Suga are Best Friends, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope & Park Jimin are Best Friends,
Top Park Jimin (BTS), Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom
Jeon Jungkook, Homophobia, Comfort, I have no idea how long this will be,
Barista Jeon Jungkook, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Lots of kissing, Loss of Virginity,
Kinda, Mentions of Suicide, mentions of depression, Mentions of Anxiety,
Chaebol Jeon Jungkook, Weddings, proposal
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of WINKIAW and Domestic Drabbles
Collections: Momo, read, 2nd Read Later, CortadoRead, Stories I have loved, Good ones
Stats: Published: 2019-03-25 Completed: 2019-09-27 Words: 202,598 Chapters:
55/55
 What I Never Knew I Always Wanted
by Ninjava

Summary

Jimin knew he was weak for big brown eyes, nose scrunches, and adorable smiles. He was just
under the impression he only had to worry about the eyes, nose, and smiles of his five year old
daughter--not her piano teacher.

Now translated into "Portuguese"

Notes
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 Chapter 1
Chapter Notes
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Jimin was certain that he wasn’t ready. He’d watched Yungmi slowly grow in size, the life inside
her blossoming, but the time went too quickly, he wasn’t prepared. He barely knew how to change
a diaper, didn’t know the first thing about how to keep the baby’s nails trimmed or how long to let
her hang out in the swing. Does he always pick her up when she cries? Will that spoil her? Maybe
he should have read more books, do they offer classes? He and Yungmi should have done that
months ago, but Yungmi was trying to finish up her studies so she could be a mom with a diploma
—not just another teen mom. What if he dropped the baby? Or slept through her crying?

Oh God, what if she didn’t like him!?

Jimin was certain he wasn’t ready. The clock above him ticked louder than Yungmi’s screams as
she pushed. One, two, three, four, five.

“Breathe.”

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

“Push!”

One, two, three, four, five.

The tiny, powerful wail that met Jimin’s ears stopped his heart and his breath. He glanced down at
Yungmi before turning his attention to the small, bloodied, trembling bundle in their doctor’s
hands.

“She’s perfect.” He murmured as he reached out for her.

As he reached, she seemed to pull away, as if down a tunnel. The room around him pixelated and
fell to the sides, as his daughter slipped further and further away.

Jimin gasped as he jolted awake. His chest heaved as he felt sweat slide down the sides of his neck.
His night shirt clung to his back, and he noticed his hands shaking. He slowly sat up, running his
hands through his damp hair while breathing deeply. He reached to the headboard to check the time
on his phone. “Oh shit!”

He shot out of bed, hastily grabbing his pants from the corner of his dresser. He shuffled into them
as he pulled his door open and hopped down the hall while trying to get his pants pulled up.
“Minji!” He called as he stumbled over a stuffed dog, “Oh goddamn it.” He grumbled as he picked
up the offending pet.

He flung the door at the end of the hall open. “Minji baby, come on we gotta get up.” He stepped
over the littering of toys in her room, careful not to trip again. He knelt at the side of her bed,
placing the stuffed dog at her side. He ran his hand through her long black hair and kissed the side
of her face. “Sweetheart, we’re late, we gotta get to school.”

Minji grumbled and snuggled deeper into her blankets. “Daaaaddddy.”

“Don’t daddy me like that, we need to get up.” He found her sides through the blanket and tickled
her mercilessly. She squealed and laughed as she squirmed around attempting to get Jimin’s hands
away. He finally pulled his hands back and she heaved between her giggles. “Come on baby, let’s
get you dressed.” Jimin stood and opened her closet, pulled one of her uniforms out and tossed it
on the bed next to her.

Minji stretched through a yawn before peeling off her pajamas and slipping into her uniform.
“Piggies today, daddy?”

“Not today sweetheart, not enough time. How about a brush and a headband?” He lifted her from
her bed and patted her bottom as he nudged her out her door and towards the bathroom. “Brush
your teeth, I’ll brush your hair.”
They successfully got ready in record time, grabbing a breakfast biscuit and banana for the walk.
“Remember baby, you’ll be going to grandma and grandpa’s house tonight. Grandma will pick you
up after school and I’ll come pick you up Sunday.”

Jimin did not miss how Minji’s bottom lip jutted out as she huffed. “Come on now, don’t be like
that.” He said as he paused and scooped her up, placing her firmly on his hip.

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like going to grandma’s?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows.

Minji chewed the inside of her lip, a habit Jimin was sure she picked up from him. “No! I like
grandma’s. I don’t like when you leave.”

Jimin kissed her forehead, hiding his own pained expression. He didn’t like it any more than she
did. Weekend trainings were just part of the job—the job that paid for their comfortable life
together. Minji didn’t want for much in life, Jimin always willing and able to provide for her. But
that didn’t mean anything to the sweet girl in his arms, she just wanted her dad home as much as
possible.

His instruction at his dojang didn’t take much of their time together, she always came to the dojang
after school as he taught his two late afternoon classes. She’d rotate between participating and
annoying Jimin’s main instructor Kihyun. But unfortunately, the dojang alone wouldn’t sustain
them, he had to keep his military contract.

“I know Doodle-bug, I don’t like it either. But it’s only for a couple days. You’ll have so much fun
with grandma and grandpa you’ll hardly notice I’m gone.”

“Sure.” She mumbled.

“I’ll make it up to you?”

“With a puppy!?” Minji’s demeanor shifted instantly.

Jimin laughed and pinched her cheek gently. “Minnie, we’ve talked about this. We don’t have time
for a puppy right now. What would it do all day while you’re at school and I’m at work?”

“Puppies sleep a lot daddy. It would nap all day.” She was confident in her argument and Jimin
gazed lovingly at her, shaking his head lightly.

Jimin picked up his pace and got Minji to school with barely two minutes to spare. After giving her
one more kiss and waving goodbye he released a long sigh before turning back to return home. But
before he got off campus, he heard footsteps jogging towards him.

“Jimin!”

He turned to the sound of the voice. “Ah, good morning Jin!”

“I was waiting to catch you this morning, I was afraid maybe Minji was out today.”

Jimin laughed, embarrassed. “No, no. Just lack of setting the alarm. What’s going on?”

“Joonie and I are throwing an impromptu BBQ this weekend, we’d love it if you and Minji came.”
Jimin’s smile faltered a bit. Yet another thing that suffered with his jobs—his social life. “That
sounds amazing, Jin. But unfortunately, I have a training drill this weekend up on base. But after
that, I’m not scheduled up there for three weeks, so let’s plan something. I feel like I haven’t seen
Namjoon in ages.”

Jin slung his arm over Jimin’s shoulders. “That’s because you haven’t. He’s quite jealous of how
often I get to see you.”

Jimin chuckled. “Tell him not to feel bad. If it weren’t for you teaching here, you wouldn’t see me
either. You know, you’re still both welcome to come take classes at my dojang. I swear I’ll go easy
on you.”

Jin clasped on tighter to Jimin’s shoulder as he leaned forward while laughing. “Yeah, we’ll see
Jimin.” He motioned back towards the school building. “I gotta get back. Pre-schoolers can’t be left
with only my TA, they’ll scar her for life. We’ll stay in touch about another BBQ, yeah?” Jimin
nodded his agreement before heading back home.

Jimin finished packing up his weekend training bag, then packed up Minji’s bag. After a hasty
shower he started his walk down to his dojang. He usually enjoyed the walk to his dojang, but
sometimes, like today, it left him with too much time to think. He hated having to leave Minji for
days at a time in order to instruct squadrons on base in hand to hand combat. He knew his mother
would take care of her, she always did, and had for years. But he missed Minji dearly while he was
away. Missed her small, animated voice, her round, expressive eyes filled with wonder and
amusement. He missed snuggling with her in bed on lazy Sunday mornings. Most of all he missed
how Minji made him feel like he wasn’t messing everything up on a regular basis. She made him
feel like the best dad in the world, even if that was the furthest thing from the truth—at least to
Jimin. Aside from the lack of a puppy in their home, Jimin could do no wrong in Minji’s eyes.

The bell above the door announced his arrival at the small café two blocks from his dojang. Jimin
loved it, its warm atmosphere soothing any stress he seemed to start the day with. It was all warm
tones, wood accents, and acoustic music. The place was bustling with people desperate to get their
morning caffeine fix, Jimin included. But they also came for something else. Common Ground
Café employed one of the sweetest, friendliest, most talkative baristas Jimin had ever encountered.
If you needed a boost in your mood in the early hours of the morning your best bet was a visit to
Common Ground.

But if you asked Jimin, that certainly was not the reason he liked the café.

“Good morning!” The chirpy barista greeted. “The usual?”

“Hmm, yes, thank you.” Jimin confirmed with a deep breath and a brush through his hair with his
hand. If the kid behind the counter was stunned a bit speechless for a moment, he successfully hid
it.

“You’re a little late this morning.” He commented as he rang up Jimin’s drink. How he kept track
of everyone who came in on a regular basis was beyond him, let alone what time they typically
arrived. One of the things that drew people in though, he supposed.

But not him.

“My alarm abandoned me this morning, woke up out of sheer chance.” Jimin said with a small
smile.
The kid laughed lightly, an adorable bunny smile overtaking his handsome face. Though, to be fair,
with the hours he worked at the café, he likely wasn’t a kid at all. But his boyish features and bright
eyes hinted at youth Jimin lost years ago. And if Jimin felt his heart jump just a bit, he was sure that
it was due to the person behind him accidentally bumping into him—nothing more.

Jimin paid for his coffee, grabbed it from the end of the counter and gave a small wave back to the
bright-eyed barista as he exited the café.

“Sabeom Kihyun!” Jimin called from his office at the back of the dojang. He was scrambling to
make sure everything was in order before he took off for the day. He shuffled lesson plans together,
attendance lists, test out requirements and nestled them all into a manila folder.

“Kwanjangnim Park?” Jimin’s second in command at the dojang casually leaned against the door
frame of his office, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he watched Jimin frantically flit about
his office.

“Don’t look at me like that! And don’t call me Kwanjangnim, you know I find it pretentious.”
Jimin laughed. “I think I have everything for you.” He looked around again. “Oh! Minji’s bag is
here.” He said motioning to the chair in the corner. “My mom will be by to get it before picking her
up from school. We only have two testing over the weekend—”

“I’m not new to this, bud, don’t worry.”

Kihyun’s calm energy was a daily blessing for Jimin. Jimin wasn’t necessarily easily escalated or
upset, but he did often have too many things to consider at one time. Kihyun helped keep him
focused and balanced. “I know, Ki. I know the dojang and all our students are in great hands.”

Kihyun stepped further in and patted Jimin on the back. “Alright then, get going. I’m sure you
don’t want to be on the last train out.” Jimin nodded as he picked up his bag and headed out.

Jin: Jimin! Joon wanted me to ask if the Friday after next will work for our gathering.

Chiminie: I don’t think that should be a problem. The kids’ next tournament isn’t until the end of
next month.

Jin: Great! I think Joonie might have someone he wants you to meet!

Jimin groaned out loud on the train when he read the last message from Jin. It wasn’t as though his
friends tried to set him up on a regular basis, but they had hinted how fun it would be to double
date with him. Jimin had not been inclined to jump at their offer though, having been disinterested
in dating since Yungmi.

Granted, it’d been almost five years since Minji’s mom passed away, but it wasn’t as though the
moment brought with it a sense of freedom to Jimin. If anything, it only weighed him down under
guilt and shame that he didn’t see it coming, didn’t help her enough, didn’t love her enough. No
one else would want someone so inept. Besides, Jimin wasn’t about to let just anyone into Minji’s
life.

Chiminie: Oh God, please no. I don’t have time to date!

Jin: I know I know. You tell us all the time. But surely expanding your friend circle wouldn’t be a
bad idea?

Chiminie: I have you, Joon, Hobi, and Kihyun. I don’t need any more friends.

Jin: Hahahaha, yeah of course.

Jimin was tired and aching when he stepped out of the cab at his parents’ house that Sunday.
Training weekends were intense. Not only did he instruct the special forces troops, he personally
illustrated what he was asking for. He always felt that was the fairest way to train, and an incredibly
effective way to gain the respect of the unit. But it left him feeling his age—even if he’s only
twenty-three. He felt at least thirty-three. Thirty-three-year olds had knee and back issues, right?
And a constant need for naps? Maybe that was just dads.

He heaved his bag up on his shoulder and jogged up to the door. He gave a quick knock before
stepping inside. Just as he crossed the threshold his body knocked backwards with the impact of a
small, giggling missile.

“Hey Doodle-bug!” He exclaimed as he bent down and scooped her up. “Did you have fun?”

Her hair flopped around her, the pony having fully loosened through the day, as she nodded
happily. “Mmhm, grandma and me made a surprise for you!”

Jimin’s eyes squinted up as his bright smile overtook his face. “You did!? Can I see it?” He placed
her back on the ground, slid his bag off his shoulder and grabbed her outstretched hand.

Minji clasped his hand tightly as she pulled him towards the dining room where there was a large
spread of art supplies. She hopped up into the chair at the far end and dug through piles of projects
until she pulled out her surprise. Her round eyes lit up as she smiled brightly. “C’mere daddy!”

Jimin made his way to the chair next to her and sat down. She then opened her tiny fist to present
him with a homemade beaded bracelet. It was made with pink yarn and multi-colored beads, with
#1 Daddy spelt out in the middle. “Oh goodness Minji! It’s beautiful!” He gasped. “Can I put it
on?”

Minji giggled, “Of course you can, silly!”

Jimin accepted the bracelet from her and slid it over his hand and onto his wrist. He’d have to
tighten it a bit, but it was officially his favorite piece of jewelry. He smiled down at it, admiring the
proclamation of him being a number one dad, and feeling his chest bloom what felt like the sixth
billionth time (at least) in unconditional love for his little girl. She filled him with awe and love,
pushing him forward every day to continue doing better. She was his best cheerleader and favorite
distraction. His world would be colorless, dull, and predictable without his little girl.

“Oh! Jimin! I didn’t hear you come in!” His mother called as she turned in from the kitchen.

“Well that’s reassuring.” Jimin laughed. “Anyone could have walked through that door without you
knowing.”

“Nonsense.” She laughed as she enveloped him in a hug. “You wouldn’t have gotten past the gate
had you been just anyone.”

“I know, mom. I know.” They eased into the kitchen, glancing back at Minji where she was starting
a new coloring sheet at the table. Jimin lowered himself onto a kitchen stool and leaned on his
elbow on the counter. “She was good?”

“She’s always good honey. We had plenty of fun. She told me all about her new teacher, though she
made it a point to let me know they weren’t even close to as wonderful as Mr. Kim.”

“Jin is definitely tough competition.” Jimin chuckled. “But Ms. Lee is quite nice as well. I know
Minji loves music time with her.”

“Oh! Speaking of, darling, Minji is showing a lot of interest in the piano in the parlor. I think you
should consider piano lessons for her.”

Jimin had no idea where he would find not only a piano teacher, but also the time to get her to
lessons. He wouldn’t ask his mom, he asked enough of her already. He supposed maybe he could
give Kihyun the 4pm class and maybe take her then, but first he’d have to find her a teacher. He
nodded as he glanced back into the dining room. “I think she’d really like that. I’ll see what I can
do.”

“You’re doing a great job, sweetheart.” She said as she patted the top of his hand. Jimin pulled his
lips into a tight thin line in response. “I’m serious Jimin. You’re an amazing dad.”

“You always say that.”

“And I’m always right.” She chided.

“Thanks ma. We should get going though, thank you again so much for taking her. Um, tell dad I
said hi.” His relationship with his father had always been a bit strained and the addition of Minji
didn’t exactly ease it. Jimin knew his father never approved of his less than toxic presentation of
masculinity so was at least slightly reassured when Jimin started dating Yungmi. But with the loss
of Yungmi, there was no longer that perfect presentation of a perfect family. And instead of just
enjoying being a grandfather, Jimin’s dad had used the birth of Minji, and the death of Yungmi, to
further berate and shame Jimin.

Minji fell asleep on the way home, exhausted from telling Jimin all about her weekend. She would
soon be too big to snuggle on Jimin’s lap, so he held her tightly in his arms breathing in her soft,
sweet scent. He placed an endless stream of kisses to the crown of her head as he pulled out his
 phone to start searching for piano teachers in Incheon. He bookmarked a couple that looked
promising and decided to start calls in the morning.

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 Chapter 2

Jimin’s week consisted of his usual hectic schedule but his rare “free” moments were spent trying
to secure Minji piano lessons. He found most places were essentially completely booked and those
that weren’t didn’t have time slots that worked with Jimin and Minji’s schedules. There were a
couple that said they offered in home lessons—meaning Jimin’s home—but Jimin was none too
keen on having an essential stranger in his home. Not to mention the small detail that he didn’t
even own a piano. He contemplated only for a quick moment asking his parents if they could do
lessons at their house but knew that the time traveling and strain in seeing his father at least weekly
wouldn’t be worth it.

Not that Minji wasn’t worth it!

 He chewed the end of his pen as he scrolled through more Google ads. “Maybe I should
buy a piano.” He murmured.

“You’re buying a piano?” A deep voice asked from Jimin’s office door.

Jimin jumped in his seat before laughing. “Joon!? What are you doing here?” He leapt up
from his chair and met his friend in a tight hug.

Namjoon laughed lightly as he hugged Jimin back. “I was just having coffee with a
cousin down the street, so I thought I’d stop in and say hi. Since, y’know, I haven’t seen you in
what? Two months?”

Jimin grimaced. “Something like that.”

“I’m sure Minji’s grown at least four inches in that time. You can’t keep her from us like
that you know, we’ll end up missing something huge like…I don’t know…her first date or
something!” Namjoon lowered himself into one of the chairs facing Jimin’s desk and Jimin took the
other.

“That first date already happened.” Jimin said smugly. “We went to a daddy/daughter
dance for our first date back when she was four.”

Namjoon’s smile was bright, and dimples deep, as he shook his head lightly. “Of course
you did. I wouldn’t have expected anything less. But really, Jimin, two months is a long time to go
without seeing Minji.”

“I know.” Jimin sighed as he glanced out his office window.

“You know if you ever need a break, Jin and I are more than happy to take her.”

“No!” Jimin snapped his attention back to Namjoon. “No, I’m—”

Namjoon evened his gaze on Jimin as he interrupted. “You know taking a break doesn’t
mean you’re a bad father.”

Jimin lowered his eyes. Of course it meant he was a bad father. Nothing says
incompetence more clearly than needing a break from your own kid. Any time he felt he got too
short with Minji or was less than enthusiastic about whatever project she was telling him about all
he could hear was his father—telling him he couldn’t do it, that he and Yungmi should have never
allowed the pregnancy to continue, that he was not equipped to be a decent father. He had been
much too young, behaved irresponsibly with Yungmi. Sometimes he couldn’t help but feel that
Minji deserved better than him. He tried—he tried so hard every single day to be the best dad
possible. But his standards were honestly unattainable, and his failing to reach them only reinforced
the endless taunting in his mind. The constant reminder that he’d never be enough. Not to Minji,
not to anyone.

Sometimes he found himself angry with Yungmi, frustrated that she chose to bail on him
and Minji in the worst and most final of ways. How could she have believed that leaving Minji
would have been better for her? Jimin could never stay angry for long, it always bled into feelings
of overwhelming guilt and shame. Not only was he an incompetent father, he was clearly an
incompetent partner. He should have known he wouldn’t have been enough for Yungmi. He
couldn’t even love her the way she deserved. But he wanted his family, wanted to at least pretend.
He would have cared for them, making sure they were financially stable and watched out for. The
way his own father made sure his family was never without anything. The same way, just different,
better. He was determined to show Minji more love and acceptance than his own father showed
him. He still failed Yungmi though. And he’d never forgive himself.

“It’s fine, Joon. We’ll come by though, for sure. Jin had mentioned this Friday I think,
yeah?”

“Yes! The weather is finally consistently nice, so we need to use the grill as often as
possible. This Friday. Bring a dish to share.”

A dish to share? Oh shit, that must mean—“Is this a large gathering?”

“Nothing too big, Jiminie, don’t worry. It’ll be fun.” Namjoon stood from his chair and
reached out for Jimin. He pulled him into a hug after Jimin stood. “Just a handful of us. We miss
you. Oh! Bring Hoseok!”

“He’d love to crash your party for sure.” Jimin laughed. “I’ll see if he’s free. I know he’s
been working late nights pulling together new choreography for their end of summer show.”

Namjoon nodded in understanding. “The kid’s got moves.”

Jimin laughed heartily, throwing himself into Namjoon as he fought to get control of
himself. “I’ll be sure to let Jin know you think so.”

“Punk.” He laughed. “We’ll see you and Minji Friday. 3pm.”

Jungkook glanced at the clock, 7:56am. He had convinced himself that today would be the day that
he’d ask the adorable man who came in every day at 8:00am his name. He’d been admiring him
every morning for the past three months, surely, he could ask what his name is by now. Just
friendly conversation not like it had to be weird or anything.

His palms started to glisten with sweat and he scoffed. He’d never had any problems
connecting with guys before, why was he so nervous? Probably because said adorable man always
seemed just a bit closed off. He’d smile graciously, but not quite genuinely. He was polite, but a bit
less than friendly. And yet, Jungkook was drawn in.

The bell above the door jingled and Jungkook looked up to see the man of intrigue
stepping in. He ran his hand through his hair and pushed his sunglasses up. The morning light
filtered in, fractured through the full glass windows at the front of the café illuminated the man
from behind. He was a sight. Jungkook may have sighed.

“Good morning.” Jungkook greeted easily, though his heart hammered against his ribs
frantically.

The man’s lip pulled up just a bit. “’Morning.”

“Cold brew, sweet cream, one pump simple syrup—light ice?” Jungkook confirmed as he
wrote it out on the side of the cup.
 “Do you remember everyone’s orders?”

Jungkook was about to say something flirty like ‘only the cute guys’ until he noticed a
multi-colored bracelet tied to the man’s right wrist. “#1 Daddy.” Jungkook inwardly pouted. He
glanced towards the guy’s left hand, searching for a wedding band, but was stunned not to see one.
But still, a daddy bracelet? Of course he’d be drawn into a crush on a straight guy.

“I’ve always had a bit of an odd memory, routines are easy to remember.” Jungkook
explained instead.

The man nodded, his blonde hair bouncing, as he handed Jungkook his payment. He
thanked him and grabbed his coffee from the end of the counter before giving a wave, “See you
Monday. Maybe I’ll get something different to throw you off.” Jungkook chuckled as he watched
him leave.

“Alright Doodle-bug. Fruit pizza or cupcakes?” Jimin asked as he lifted Minji to sit on
the kitchen counter.

“Fruit pizza!” Minji called excitedly as she clasped her small chubby hands together.
Jimin smiled, proud to have instilled some healthy habits. Well, healthy-ish. He booped her nose as
he complimented her choice.

Jimin pulled the sugar cookie dough, cream cheese, and fruit from the fridge before
pulling the powder sugar from the cupboard. Then came the cutting board, strainer, glass bowl,
cookie sheet, and paring knife. “Ready?” He asked. Minji nodded, biting her bottom lip in excited
anticipation. Jimin draped an apron over his head and tied it behind him before doing the same to
Minji.

They started with rolling to dough onto the cookie sheet. Minji’s small hands grasped the
ends of the rolling pin, Jimin’s larger hands gently on top of them, guiding her movements. Once it
was smoothed out, they turned their attention to the “sauce”—the sweetened cream cheese spread.
Minji giggled as she plopped the block of cream cheese into the bowl before Jimin helped her
measure out the powder sugar. “You’re such a great chef Doodle-bug.”

“Thanks Daddy.” Her tongue darted out as she carefully poured the sugar into the bowl.
Jimin grinned as he watched her, the concentration on her face reminding him of when Yungmi
used to paint. Her focus was almost a bit frightening.

Jimin used the hand mixer to blend the cream cheese and sugar, allowing Minji to place
her hand at the back of the handle in order to help. “Alright, baby, what’s next?”

“Wash the fruit!” She said with a clap. Jimin ruffled her hair as he confirmed. They
dumped all the fruit into a strainer and washed it in the sink. Minji made sure to pick up every
single strawberry, kiwi, and grape in order to be certain of cleanliness, during which Jimin snuck a
few pictures with his phone. His mother would enjoy them.

As Jimin peeled kiwi and sliced the rest of the fruit, Minji entertained herself with
stirring the cream cheese spread—smoothing it down evenly as she could before scooping up a
large chunk and flopping it back in. “Hey! Instead of playing in it, can you start to sauce our
pizza?”

“Really?” Minji asked with a gasp and round, awe-struck eyes. Jimin had never let her
sauce the fruit pizza on her own.

“Well, you’re almost six Minji, I think you can do it. Do you think you can do it?” Her
response was the scooping of more frosting/sauce and dropping it onto the sugar cookie laid out on
the pan. Jimin grinned at her and she smiled, bright and proud before smoothing it out. Jimin
watched out of the corner of his eye as he finished slicing the fruit. “Wow Minnie! What a great job
you did!” He slid the cutting board between them and they both layered the fruit onto the “crust”
and “sauce.”

“It’s so pretty daddy.” Minji said after she placed the last strawberry on.

“It sure is. I’ll wrap it up and put it in the fridge until we’re ready to go.”

“No! It can’t be!” Seokjin’s voice called out, dripping with drama. “That’s can’t be sweet
Park Minji! Why, I haven’t seen her in ages! And—” he gasped with his hand on his heart. “is that
her world-famous fruit pizza!?” A smile spread easily over his face as he knelt and opened his arms
towards his guests.

Minji ran ahead of Jimin, giggling madly, and leapt up in Jin’s embrace. “Uncle Jinnie
you’re so silly, you just saw me today at school!”

“Your uncle has quite the flair for the dramatic.” Namjoon teased as he came up behind
Seokjin and ruffled his hair before placing a kiss to Minji’s forehead.

Minji reached her hands out. “Uncle Joonie!”

“Oh! I see how it is. This handsome man comes out and I don’t matter anymore!” Jin
laughed as he turned and passed Minji to Namjoon.

“How do you think I feel?” Jimin laughed as he shouldered into Jin. They made their way
into Jin and Namjoon’s house from the backyard.

“Is Hobi coming?” Jin asked as Jimin slid the fruit pizza into the fridge.

“Yeah, he should be here within the hour.” Jimin turned back around and observed the
guests in the backyard through the kitchen window. “I see you invited some new faces.”

Jin hummed in confirmation. “We have new neighbors that Namjoon is determined to
make a good impression on, as well as a couple new employees in his department. You know Joon,
always wanting everyone to feel welcome and accepted.” Jin watched his partner carrying Minji
around, introducing her to his guests. Jimin watched as well, eternally grateful for having
developed a deeper relationship with Jin and Namjoon, thankful to have their support with Minji.

Minji had fallen head over heels for her pre-school teacher the year before and despite wanting to
maintain professional boundaries, Jimin was successfully swayed into a bit closer relationship with
Jin and later, his partner. He refused any social outings until after the end of the school year,
limiting social interactions to texts and phone calls. The moment break started, Jin and Namjoon
practically begged until Jimin agreed to an outing. Within months Mr. Kim turned into Uncle Jin
and his partner turned into Uncle Joonie.

Jungkook had just entered the backyard and was stunned after scanning the crowd to see the man
who had captured his attention three months ago. He took a few deep breaths before gaining the
courage to approach. “Oh hey! Cold brew, sweet cream!” He called out playfully as he approached
where the beautiful man stood next to Namjoon at the grill. The man jumped just a touch before
turning to the side and leaning up against the railing behind him. Jungkook approached the other
side of Namjoon.

The laughter that fell from the smaller man’s lips resonated though Jungkook’s ears.
“Jimin, actually.” He smiled lightly as he glanced between Namjoon and the boy.

“Cold br—wait, Jimin is cold brew sweet cream!?” Namjoon exclaimed, turning towards
Jungkook, a chicken wing suspended in the air above the grill, mid-turn.

Jungkook elbowed Namjoon. “Shut. Up.” Jimin quirked his eyebrow but chose not to
ask. “So, Jimin, how do you know Namjoon?”

“How do you?” Jimin countered, not willing to disclose much of anything.

Jungkook shouldered into Namjoon, who had finally gotten back to his task at the grill.
“Ah, Joon here is my favorite cousin.” Jimin nodded as he eyed Jungkook.

“Jimin, this is Jungkook. He’s fairly harmless.” Namjoon laughed.

“Yeah, we kinda know each other.” Jimin said, as he skillfully avoided Jungkook’s gaze.

“The café, right?” Namjoon asked. Jimin hummed in confirmation.

“Indeed. Jimin here comes in every day, 8am sharp.” Jungkook teased, and Jimin just
barely glanced at him.

Namjoon laughed lightly. “That does not surprise me. I blame the military for making
Jimin so predictable.” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he scrutinized the smaller man again. He
wouldn’t have guessed he was military. His hair was too long—and colored—Jungkook was almost
positive they didn’t allow colored hair in the military. And how was it that he as able to come in to
the café every day if he was in the military, base wasn’t anywhere near there.

Jimin shuffled a bit, looking for a distraction. He hated talking about himself. Hated the
feeling of being examined, scrutinized, and picked apart. It inevitably leads to conversations around
his family, both his favorite and least favorite thing to discuss.

“There’s my beautiful man!” Jimin’s distraction came in the form of a cheerful bundle of
energy wrapping him up in a hug, lifting him off the ground and placing a warm, wet kiss to his full
cheek. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably.
 “Hobi!” Jimin laughed. “I didn’t think you’d be here for a bit yet.”

“I let the students go early, I hadn’t seen all of you in so long I was a bit excited to get
here.” The whirlwind of energy was taller than Jimin, though not by much, and exuded happiness
with his large, bright smile and loud laugh.

“It’s good to see you Hobi.” Namjoon said as he greeted the man in a one-armed hug. He
pulled back and motioned to the younger at his side. “This is my cousin Jungkook. Jin is inside. I’ll
do the rest of the introductions once I finish this food and we all sit down.”

“Nice to meet you Jungkook, Hoseok.” Jungkook shook Hoseok’s hand and returned the
greeting. Jungkook watched him as he pulled away and started talking with Jimin, trying to
decipher what their relationship might be. Namjoon bumped him with his shoulder and gave a
small shake of his head. Whether that was to mean that there wasn’t anything between them or that
Jungkook should back off, he wasn’t sure. Namjoon was fully aware of Jungkook’s mild
infatuation, having gushed on multiple occasions how cute “cold brew sweet cream” was. He
desperately hoped his cousin would have the decency to keep that minor detail to himself.

“So where’s my favorite girl?” Hobi asked as he dug through the cooler for a beer.
Jungkook’s ears perked up. Was he talking about Jimin’s girlfriend?

“Ah, she’s helping Jin in the kitchen.” Jimin said, glancing back at the house. Jungkook
willed his lips not to pout because surely, they were talking about a girlfriend. Of course. Jungkook
expected nothing less.

“Well, we all know who I really came here to see, so I’ll catch y’all later.” Hobi winked
at Jimin and Namjoon before heading towards the patio door.

Before Jungkook could come up with a plan to continue speaking to Jimin, a high-pitched
squeal was heard beyond the patio door Hoseok had just gone through. The next thing he knew, a
small, lightening fast child came flying out, a mixture of laughter and panic filling her voice.
“Aaahhhh!!! Noooo!! Uncle Hobi, no!” The child stopped short, on the deck and turned to face her
pursuer. She widened her stance and braced herself with her hands in tiny fists placed at her hips,
her gaze turned serious and firm.

Hoseok came running out behind her, laughing delightedly. He stopped when he saw the
small girl taking a defensive stance. He glanced up at Jimin. “I see you’ve been working with her.”

Jimin laughed, pulling Jungkook’s attention away from the stand-off in front of him.
Jungkook noticed the pure, unabashed love that radiated from Jimin as he smiled down at the small
girl. “Like she’d let me get away with not teaching her. Go head, Hobi, try to grab her.” Jimin’s lip
curled up as he nodded towards Hoseok.

“Don’t go easy Uncle Hobi.” The small voice demanded.

Hoseok laughed but obeyed as he went full in and reached for the small girl. The girl, in
return, moved quickly. The girl’s left foot turned out, knee bent as her right leg flew out and her
foot nailed Hoseok squarely in the kidney before dropping back down and resuming her defensive
stance. Hoseok heaved out a deep breath and clutched his side.

Jimin chuckled in amusement before lifting the small girl onto his hip. “Nice work Minnie.” He
kissed the side of her face and Jungkook’s heart stuttered. His gaze flitted over both of their faces,
noticing the similarities—the round cheeks, the dainty nose, the barely perceptible dimple, and
bright starry eyes. The bracelet from the morning had been a strong indicator but this was
undeniable proof.

Jimin was a dad.

 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes
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“Stop, you’re being creepy.” Namjoon said as he leaned against the kitchen island next where
Jungkook was watching Jimin and his daughter through the kitchen window.

“I’m not being creepy.”

 “You kinda are.” Namjoon followed Jungkook’s gaze and smiled lovingly. In just under a
year, Jimin had become one of Namjoon’s dearest friends. He was often awed by Jimin’s tenacity in
life, his unwavering love for Minji, and resiliency in the face of the sort of pain no one should have
to endure. “Kookie,” Namjoon started with a deep breath. “Jimin…Jimin is different you know?
Had I known your ‘cold brew sweet cream’ crush was Jimin I would have told you right away to
back off.”

“Joon—”

“I’m serious Kook. You have no idea what you’re doing crushing on a man like him.
Give up now while you’re still ahead.”

Typically Jungkook would have taken such statements from his cousin as some sort of
challenge. But as he watched Jimin scoop up his daughter and spin her around while laughing, he
knew Namjoon wasn’t taunting him—he was right. “You’re probably right.”

“I’m not trying to be mean Kookie, but seriously Jimin barely has time to breathe let
alone date. Trust me, I’ve tried to set him up more than once with a couple great guys from the
company—”

“So he’s gay?” Jungkook interrupted.

Namjoon’s lip twitched before he chuckled lightly. “Not my place to say.” Jungkook
nodded in understanding, he wouldn’t want anyone to out him either.

“Then how—I mean—she—”

Joon placed his hand firmly on Jungkook’s shoulder as he evened his gaze on him. “Not
my place.” He pushed off the counter and went back outside to mingle among the guests that had
remained into the evening—Jimin, Minji, Hobi, and their new neighbors Yeona and Daehyun.

Jungkook sighed as he continued to drink in the scene before him. Jimin was
unequivocally in love with his daughter, Jungkook couldn’t really be upset that there wasn’t room
for anyone else. As it probably should be, he assumed. He turned to gather up the supplies for
smores, per Jin’s request, before heading back out to the backyard.

“Alright! Time for smores!” Jungkook called as he stepped off the deck and towards the
firepit.

Jimin’s daughter skipped up to her dad, asking if she could make smores. “You can have
one, but let daddy help you, okay?”

Jungkook approached and handed Jimin a roasting stick. Jimin smiled in thanks. “So,
does this sweet girl have a name?”

Jimin looked at him, his head tilted to the side, as if trying to remember if they’d been
introduced. “I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t introduce you.” He placed his hand on the top of the girl’s
head. “This is my daughter Minji.” The girl looked up at Jimin before Jimin motioned to Jungkook,
which turned her attention to him. “Minji, this is Jungkook.”

Jungkook knelt and held out his hand. Minji placed her tiny hand in his and he shook it
gently. “It’s nice to meet you Minji.” Minji smiled shyly. She dropped her chin and avoided his
gaze before pulling her hand back and turning cutely into Jimin’s thigh. Jungkook looked up at
Jimin and smiled before standing. “She’s adorable.” He said softly.

“Thank you.” Jimin gazed down at Minji again. “So, can I get those marshmallows?”

Jungkook’s smile was bright and adorable—if Jimin was being honest—as he handed
over the bag of marshmallows. Jimin and Minji made their way to a small bench to the side of the
firepit and started their smore making process. Jungkook grabbed a chair nearby and tried to
distract himself with some side conversations with Jin and his new neighbors.

“So how’s the quest going?” Namjoon asked as he roasted his own marshmallow next to
Jimin.

“Not as well as I’d hoped.” Jimin looked down at Minji who had her attention focused on
fitting the fluffy sandwich into her mouth. “You’d think it’d be easier to find a private piano teacher
around here.” He put another marshmallow on his roasting stick. “But there’s always something
you know? Bad location, horrible hours, a general vibe of creepy.”

“You want to learn to play piano?” Jungkook couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to just
insert himself into the conversation, and he wanted to respect what Namjoon had said to him not
even twenty minutes ago, but it was piano. Jungkook loved piano—all music really, but he had a
personal relationship with piano.

Namjoon turned to him with a very clear expression of what the fuck are you doing?

Jimin’s lip quirked slightly. “No.” He paused, debating on whether to continue. He

looked down at Minji and started to chuckle. “Minnie, go have uncle Hobi clean you up, you have
marshmallow everywhere.”

After huffing and grumbling about how she’s just going to get messy again with her next
smore, she hopped off the bench and ran inside. Jimin glanced at Namjoon before turning towards
Jungkook. “I’m looking for a piano teacher for Minji. She doesn’t know I’m looking, and the
search has been fruitless so far, so…”

Jungkook nodded slowly. He was struck by how deeply it seemed to bother Jimin that he
couldn’t find a teacher for Minji. As though he felt he was failing somehow. He coughed quickly.
“Um, I could teach her.” His cheeks warmed and he glanced away.

“You teach piano?” Jimin’s brow knitted tightly.

“I spend two afternoons a week helping the music department at Pathways for Youth.”
Jungkook missed the slight widening of Jimin’s eyes. “So, I mean, yeah.” He didn’t mention that he
had also gone through fifteen years of his own training.

“I don’t know. I mean, would I be bringing her to the center?”

It wasn’t that Jimin had anything personally against the center. It was a great place for
kids to hang out and get exposure to the arts and life skills when perhaps their family situation
wasn’t ideal. It’d proven to enhance the lives and social systems of the local youth. Hobi even
dropped in to teach hip-hop once a week. Jimin wondered if perhaps Hobi had heard anything
about Jungkook or his music skills.
 “If you wanted, otherwise I could certainly teach her at home.”

“We don’t have a piano.” Jimin said curtly.

“That’s fine! I meant at my—” A sudden spray of foamy beer hit Jungkook’s side. He
turned to where Namjoon was guiltily holding an overflowing beer, his lip pulled under his teeth.
“What the—”

“Oh shit, Kook, I’m sorry. God, you know how clumsy I am. Damn. Um, let’s get inside.
I’ll find you a clean shirt.” Namjoon stood and grabbed Jungkook by the arm, essentially lifting
him from his seat and dragging him into the house. Jungkook glanced over his shoulder to where
Jimin hid a chuckle behind his hand. Good God he was cute.

Minji and Hoseok were leaving the house as Namjoon and Jungkook stumbled up the
deck stairs. “Uncle Joonie, did you and Kook have an accident?” Jungkook froze for a minor
moment at the natural shortening of his name. It hugged his heart in an unexpected way.

“We did, Minnie. Jungkook and I will be back out soon, I promise.” He patted her head before
continuing to drag Jungkook into the house and down the hall towards his and Jin’s bedroom. He
shut the door quickly behind him before staring Jungkook down. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook stood there, blinking his large eyes, stunned at Namjoon’s outburst.

“Don’t look at me like that! Those eyes might work on my mother, but I’m immune to
them Kook. What are you doing offering to teach Minji piano like that?”

“Well, Jimin wants her to take lessons…I teach…I thought maybe it would make sense?”

“You’re ridiculous. Don’t you dare try to use Minji as a way to get into Jimin’s pants.”
Namjoon’s gaze didn’t hold an ounce of teasing or warmth. “I swear to God I’ll kick your ass
myself.”

“Jesus Joon, do you really think that little of me?” Jungkook scoffed as he pulled off his
beer-soaked shirt.

“I think you’ve been crushing on Jimin for months and would like a way to get to know
him.” Namjoon turned to his closet to dig out a clean shirt. He tossed it at Jungkook before leaning
against the wall. “You’re not a bad guy, I know that, I love you dearly and think you’re great. But…
just…be authentic if you want to talk to him. Don’t chase. Don’t expect anything. And do not use
Minji as a pawn, you’ll have hell to pay on multiple fronts if you do.”

The sun had dipped below the horizon, the sky turning a sultry orange and purple mix.
The air cooled and the heat of the fire was even more welcomed. “Minji baby!” Jin called as he
came out of the garage. “Look what I found!” Jin held up a box of sparklers, likely left over from
last new year’s.

Minji clasped her hands together before her cheeks filled her face as her smile spread.
She hopped off Jimin’s lap and ran towards Jin. Her pig-tails trailing behind her. Jimin stood and
stretched, turning to Namjoon. “I’ll start cleaning up, Minji and I should probably head out soon.”
 “Of course, but don’t worry about it. We’ll get it cleaned up.”

Jimin smiled and shook his head. “It’s okay. I’m gonna let her burn out some sparklers
for a bit, may as well clean up while I wait.” With that he headed towards the house. Namjoon
followed.

Jungkook breathed deeply before watching Minji and Jin play with their sparklers. Jin
was going to make a great dad someday. Jungkook hoped that he and Namjoon would begin the
adoption application process because he was dying to be an uncle. Honestly, he was actually sort of
dying to be a dad himself, but he knew that dream wouldn’t be easily obtained. Which was why he
loved spending time at Pathways for Youth. He enjoyed spending time with the kids and hoped that
he made a least a small impact on their lives. He glanced towards the house and then back to Minji.
Who would have guessed that his cold brew sweet cream crush was a dad? And an adorable one at
that?

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you watching them.”

Jungkook’s attention snapped to Hoseok who was taking the seat next to him. He
considered denying it for a moment but figured that’d make him look like even more of an ass, so
he didn’t. “If you came to give me a lecture on staying away you can save yourself the trouble,
Namjoon’s been all over that.”

Hoseok laughed heartily. “I actually wasn’t, but it’s good to know that Joon’s looking
out.” He tossed his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder and pulled him into his side playfully. “I’ve
known Jimin for…shit, twelve years? He’s a great guy, a wonderful father, and a loyal and
endearing friend.”

“…okay?”

“And having known him for a dozen years, I might be able to recognize when someone
may or may not be of interest to him.” Hoseok glanced sideways at him and Jungkook swallowed.
“You seem to intrigue him.”

“Yeah?”

Hobi released the hold he had on his shoulder and leaned back in his chair, smiling at
Minji. “A bit. He could use some more friends, you know? I’m so busy at the studio, Jin and
Namjoon are essentially like disgusting newlyweds all the time—third wheeling all of us.” They
both laughed. “I get that he’s attractive, but he’s so much more than that and people don’t take the
time to realize. He’s hard to get to know, especially now…” His gaze drifted to Minji and Jungkook
nodded in understanding. “But I don’t think it’d be a bad thing if you took the time to know him.”

Jungkook nodded dumbly, his eyes wide. “O-okay.” Before he could say much more
Minji was running up to them, unlit sparklers in her little hands.

“Uncle Hobi! Kook! Want sparklers?” She held them out, her round face flushed with
excitement. Her eyes were round, bright, and as deep as galaxies. The innocence and joy that
radiated from her rendered Jungkook speechless for a moment.

“You’re so thoughtful Minji!” Hobi exclaimed as he accepted the sparkler from her.
 Jungkook snapped back to the task at hand. “Thank you so much Minji, I’d love a
sparkler!” He wasn’t lying either. Jungkook still enjoyed playtime in life, found joy in things such
as sparklers, or running through sprinklers, making sandcastles, riding bikes through parks. Minji’s
smile grew—if that was even possible—as she handed him the sparkler.

Hobi and Jungkook lit their sparklers in the fire and then went to the open space of the
backyard with Minji, their sparklers shining brightly. Minji danced happily, waving her sparkler
about and singing a made-up song about bumblebees and toads. Jungkook laughed deeply,
throwing his head back, before he felt Minji’s hand in his. He looked down and she smiled up at
him. “C’mon Kook, dance!” She swung his arm back and forth and he happily, if not slightly
awkwardly, followed along.

Jimin was about to head back outside when he was stopped short at the patio door by the
scene in the backyard. He brought his hand up to his mouth as he sucked in a breath. Minji had
Jungkook by the hand as they swung and danced around the backyard. While she behaved similarly
with Hobi, Jin, Namjoon, and Kihyun, she was not one to typically warm up so quickly to
someone. She gazed at Jungkook like he was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.

And Jungkook. Well, he looked at Minji in the same kind of way. He seemed a bit unsure,
but in a cute way, trying to follow along with Minji’s made up dance. He went in 100 percent
though and left Jimin chuckling softly. He glanced back at Namjoon, “He’s a good kid, isn’t he?”

Namjoon scoffed and laughed, “Eh, he’s alright I guess.”

“He’s always so…bubbly in the morning at the café. I thought it was all for show.”

Joon hummed beside him. “Nah, Kookie’s always been a bit too delightful. I blame our
grandmother.”

“Ah, so that’s where you got it too, eh?”

“Hey now! Grandma's the best. She taught us to see the good in life, to strive to always
be honest, loving, and accepting. If it weren’t for grandma, I’m not sure I would have ever come
out.”

Jimin sighed, finding himself longing for someone in his family to be as accepting as
grandma Kim clearly was. The lack of such support was a main reason Jimin still wasn’t
completely out. He’d never be able to live down the shame his father would lay on him. It was bad
enough that Jimin was “bisexual” in his parents’ minds—them having found Jimin in the backyard
making out with soccer teammate who was most definitely not female. But at least that orientation
gave them a bit of hope to still have the stereotypical family. Jimin laughed lightly. “Whatever, we
all know the moment you met Jin you would’ve been screaming it from the mountain tops.”
Namjoon did not argue, but instead laughed and nodded. “Well, we gotta get going. This was nice,
thank you for having us.”

“You know that you and Minji don’t ever need an invitation to come over.” Joon said as
he opened the door and stepped out.

“Doodle-bug!” Jimin called as he stepped outside. “Time to go baby, say good-bye!” He

turned back to Joon and patted his arm. “I know. Thank you.”
 Minji let go of Jungkook’s hand, instead latched on to his leg and shook her head. “No!”
Jungkook was stunned absolutely speechless and looked down at Minji with something akin to
disbelief and mild horror before coming to his senses.

He gently pulled her arms from his leg and knelt in front of her. “I had so much fun
dancing with you,” he glanced up to where Jimin was making his way down the deck stairs. “but
your daddy said it’s time to go. I’m sure I’ll see you again, yeah?”

Minji’s bottom lip jutted out as she nodded. “I guess.”

He stood back up and smiled shyly at Jimin as he finally reached them and picked Minji
up. “It was nice to um, finally officially meet you, Jimin.”

Jimin nodded, “You too, Jungkook.”

“Bye Minji.” Jungkook said as he rubbed her shoulder.

“Bye Kookie.” Minji mumbled into her dad’s shoulder. Jungkook’s heart sang.

Chapter End Notes

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 Chapter 4

Try as Jimin might, he couldn’t quite shake Jungkook’s offer to give Minji piano lessons. Nor could
he erase the image of Jungkook and Minji playing together. He seemed to have a way with kids—
probably why he taught at Pathways for Youth. Jimin smiled, who would think that a guy as young
as Jungkook—wait, how old is he anyway?—would volunteer at a youth support center? Namjoon
had the same kind of spirit though, maybe it was a family trait. His smile was blindingly authentic
and Minji had been enraptured. Jimin may have been as well, but if you asked him it was only with
the way Minji looked—not with whom she was looking at.
 Jimin and Minji spent the rest of their weekend doing art projects, cleaning the house,
and grocery shopping. Between it all, Jimin continued to reach out to private teachers as well as
musical centers to try and secure lessons for Minji—all to no avail.

“Daddy?”

Jimin looked down at Minji as they walked hand and hand along the little strip mall near
their house. It housed a small bakery that had the best cinnamon rolls this side of town, and Minji
loved to have them on Sunday mornings. Jimin would be a liar if he tried to say he didn’t love the
tradition too.

“Yes baby?”

“Can we go to the park today?” Jimin chuckled. The days had turned longer and warmer, the air
losing its bite a little more each day. Winters had always been difficult with Minji, her boundless
energy desperate for an outdoor outlet. He could see it now, coiled up within her in anticipation of
his decision.

And who was he to deny her? “Sure Minnie, we can go to the park today. Let’s get home, eat
breakfast and get cleaned up. Then we’ll pack a bag and head out.”

“A picnic!?” Minji was beside herself.

Jungkook sat at his piano, toying with a medley that had been dancing in his head since the Friday
evening at Namjoon and Jin’s house. As he played it for the twelfth time—who was counting?—he
stopped in realization that he was playing Minji’s bumblebee and toad song. He chuckled to
himself and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re ridiculous Jungkook.” He mumbled.

He left his office and was about to make some tea when a quick knock sounded at his
door. Before he could take a step that direction the door opened, and his best friend’s head poked
through. “Hey, you working on something? Was just passing by and heard something new.”
Jungkook’s French Bulldog Kakuna waddled as quickly as possible with her short legs and round
belly to the man’s feet. He stooped to scoop her up and massaged between her large ears.

“Yoongi, your ear will never cease to amaze me.” Jungkook laughed as he motioned
Yoongi in. He took his usual spot on the stool furthest to the right at the kitchen counter still
cradling Kakuna in his arms. Jungkook and Yoongi hadn’t known each other long by most people’s
standards, only a year and a half, but it was quickly apparent that they meshed too well not to fall
into the easy label of best friends. Yoongi already knew more about him and his life than people
he’d known since high school.

“So are you working on a new piece?”

Jungkook chuckled uneasily as he pulled two mugs from his cupboard. “Not…um, not
exactly.” Yoongi hummed as he cocked his head to the side. “Uh, remember my evening at
Joon’s?”

“You mean the night the heavens opened, and you fell in love with a single dad?”
 Jungkook whipped a hand towel in Yoongi’s general direction, the lack of aerodynamics
leaving it to flounder. “Shut the fuck up Yoongs. I didn’t not fall in love with him.” He rolled his
eyes. It may or may not have been a justified tease though, seeing how Jungkook had rambled for
hours about his night at Namjoon’s to Yoongi.

“Sure, Kook.”

“You want some damn tea or not?” Jungkook snapped as he laughed. Yoongi motioned
him to continue along with the tea and his story of what he was working on as he put Kakuna back
on the floor much to her dismay. “Anyway, Minji” his mouth curled up as if with a will of its own
at her name, “was singing this little song when we were dancing. About bumblebees and toads.” He
shook his head as his smile grew, eyes sparkling at the memory. It took everything in Yoongi’s
power not to fake gag in jest. “It’s apparently been stuck in my head since then and came out when
I was dicking around with the piano.” Jungkook dropped the tea bags into their mugs and passed
one to Yoongi.

Yoongi snorted as he wrapped his hands around the mug, “And you say you didn’t fall in
love.”

“Stop.” Jungkook sighed. “I just like them. Jimin is—”

“The adorable guy from the café you’d been pining over for months.”

“Whatever. So Jimin, he seems a bit hard to read still. But God Yoongi, if you could see
him with his daughter. He’s a totally different person. He lights up. And Minji is so stinking cute,
and polite. I guess, I mean, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing them more often.”

Yoongi closed his eyes and sipped his tea. Jungkook knew he was formulating something.
So he waited. “You know, I was raised by a single mom.” He said lowly.

“I know.” Jungkook downcast his gaze.

“A single parent is a sacred thing. It’s not something you can just mess with because
they’re cute.”

“Fuck, why is everyone up my ass about this!?” Jungkook snapped. “I get it! I just—can’t
I just see where it goes? I mean, it’s not like I have his number, or any way to reach him. He gets
coffee where I work—and is apparently one of my cousin’s best friends but it’s not like he’s going
to hand over any intel—but that’s it. I just want to know him. And her. I want to know them. I
would never…force anything.”

“I know, Kook.” Yoongi waited until Jungkook rose his eyes to his before continuing.
“You just really need to understand that this isn’t just about you and Jimin, not matter how small it
seems right now. You need to consider Minji, because I guarantee that’s the only person Jimin
considers.”

Within a few hours Jimin and Minji were on their way, along the sidewalks of their
neighborhood, framed by large trees and townhomes. Jimin found himself calming with the earthy
scent of spring as they stepped around puddles. Little birds sang around them as they hopped along
branches just starting to bud. Jimin’s favorite season was spring—the renewal of life and the
warmth and positivity high suns and heat waves brought. Not to mention the cherry blossoms. Both
he and Minji were suckers for the cherry blossoms. One of their favorite traditions was attending
the Grand Park Cherry Blossom Festival. They’d spend the day surrounded by the sweet smell of
cherry blossoms, soft petals fluttering all around them as they ate at too many food vendors and
played games. They went every year, and every year Jimin fought to bury the nagging feeling of
loneliness. He hated the feeling, because with it came the whispers that he wasn’t enough, would
never be enough, and that no one would ever want him.

He loved Minji more than anything, the sun rose and set for her, and she was his entire
world. But sometimes, especially when surrounded by “complete” families—like at the festival,
Jimin would end up struck at the realization of just how small his world was. The yearning caught
up to him at the oddest of time—like now, as he gazed down at the hold he had on Minji’s small
hand—he longed to have a partner to hold her other hand at the same time. Sometimes, when out
with Namjoon and Seokjin, they’d have her between them and they’d swing her back and forth as
they walked, eliciting delighted squeals from her along with demands for another swing. It hurt to
know that he couldn’t do that with her. Not in his current state of singlehood at least.

“Daddy,” Minji started with a pull on his hand, jolting him from his reverie. “We’re
here!”

“Alright Doodle-bug, where to first?”

“The swings!” She hollered as she tried to pick up her pace. Jimin jogged behind her
before scooping her up in his arms and swinging her around. He approached the swings and
lowered her from his arms into the swing. He dropped their picnic bag to the side and gave her a
solid push before sitting in his own swing and pushing off. He rocked back and forth slowly, eyes
closed against the sun and wind, as Minji swung beside him.

Jimin scrolled through his phone, browsing yet again for possible piano teachers. Huffing
at the fact he’d already called all the main results he stepped off the swing and brought his phone
up to take some pictures of Minji instead. She’d been pumping as hard as her little five year old
legs could manage, bringing her to a fairly impressive height. Her cheeks were pink, either from
exertion or the slight nibble of the air Jimin wasn’t sure, and her hair—once pulled back into two
French braids and pulled into a low bun—started to dance around her face, tendrils pulled out by
the gentle breezes rolling through her hair each direction. She was the most beautiful being Jimin
had ever laid eyes on—but maybe he was a bit biased.

He continued to watch her and provide pushes when requested until Minji decided she
was done. She stretched her toes down, dragging them along the dirt rivet under her until she
slowed enough to hop off. “Let’s find a place for the picnic.” She said as she reached out for
Jimin’s hand.

“Where do you think we should set up?”

“Hmm…” Minji raised her hand over her eyebrows to block the sun as she scanned the
expansive park. “I like by the water.”

“Me too. Good call Minnie.” Minji let go of his hand and spun around happily, dancing
as she hopped and skipped towards the river that cut through the park. “Don’t get too far ahead!”
He called.
 “Jimin!?” A deep voice called, with the hint of a chuckle towards the end. Jimin turned to
the sound to be met with Jungkook walking towards him with a short, plump dog at his side. “Hi.”
He bit his lip against a smile. “Where’s Minji?”

Jimin’s heart clenched at the how the first thing Jungkook asked about was Minji. It was
cute. Or creepy. He eyed him before motioning towards where Minji had staked their claim by the
river. Just as Jungkook turned to follow Jimin’s gaze, Minji looked back to see what was taking her
dad so long. She started to head back when she saw that he was distracted talking to someone. But
when she realized who it was he was talking to, she took off running back.

“Kookie!” She called happily as she approached but stopped suddenly when she noticed
the wiggling, round, snorting puppy at his side. “Daddy,” she gasped. “He has a puppy.”

Jimin laughed to Jungkook’s side. “Yes baby, it would appear he does.”

Jungkook smiled brightly, that adorable bunny smile that crinkled his skin at the corner of
his eyes—not that Jimin noticed—before kneeling. “This is Kakuna. She’s a bit wiggly right now
because she’s so happy to be outside in this sunshine.”

“Me too!” Minji agreed as she reached out to pet Kakuna, but only got a handful of
slobber as Kakuna desperately tried to kiss her. Minji wrinkled her nose as she fell into a fit of
giggles. “Kook!” She called out as Kakuna tried wiggling into her lap. “Wanna have a picnic with
us?”

Jungkook snapped his eyes to Jimin, hoping that the mix of panic and hope that he felt
within his chest wasn’t showing outwardly. “Oh, I—”

“Minji, baby, I’m sure Jungkook has other things to do today.”

“I mean, not really. I think I’d really like a picnic with you. If…if you’d like.” He
finished softly. Jimin glanced down at Minji who was totally enraptured with Kakuna. She had
invited him, and he was damn near powerless when it came to her.

“I—well, I think we’d really like that.” And then there was that smile again. Jimin forced
himself to look away. “Come on Minji, why don’t you show me and Jungkook the spot you
picked?”

Jimin leaned back on his hands, legs outstretched in front of him as he watched Minji
play with Kakuna in the stretch of green before them after they finished their lunch. Minji had
made sure to divide up the rations they had made for themselves so that Jungkook could eat
something as well. Jimin’s heart was filled with pride as he watched Minji’s giving soul in action.
Jungkook remained sitting cross-legged beside him. “Playing with Kakuna is probably going to be
the highlight of Minji’s week.” Jimin mused.

“She’s a card—Kakuna that is, not Minji.”

Jimin laughed. “Well, Minji is too. But no, Kakuna is cute.”

“You and Minji don’t have pets?”

 “We don’t have a dog.” Jimin said pointedly. “Which is, currently, the only thing Minnie
wants. We have a fish.”

Jungkook fought a chuckle. “A fish?”

“Named Squirtle.”

Jungkook’s erupted into a full guffaw, complete with a small snort. Jimin couldn’t stop
himself from laughing along. He reached over and smacked Jungkook lightly in the arm. “That’s
cute.” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up.” Jimin laughed into his hand. He composed himself and looked back towards
Jungkook. “So, you must live close by? I mean, since you bring Kakuna to this park.”

“Just about a kilometer south of here.” He glanced at Jimin. “You and Minji too?”

Jimin watched Minji for a bit as he weighed whether to answer. Jungkook hadn’t ever
pushed anything, and it seemed genuine interest in just chatting. “Ah, yeah. Our house is pretty
close by. This has always been Minji’s favorite park.”

“I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other here before.” Jungkook said. “Though, you
probably wouldn’t have recognized me without my apron and Common Grounds hat.”

Jimin was certainly not about to admit that he’d likely recognize that smile anywhere.
And even if he would recognize it amongst seas of people, it didn’t mean anything. He was cute.
Fine. “You might be right.”

“So, any luck on the piano teacher search?” Jungkook asked as he finally stretched out in
a fashion similar to Jimin’s.

“It’s hopeless.” Jimin groaned.

Jungkook swallowed and spun the ring on his right middle finger. Yoongi, Namjoon, and
Hoseok’s words bouncing around in his head. He didn’t want to offer it as some ploy to get
somewhere with Jimin. He truly wanted to help and get to know them. “You know, the, um—the
offer still stands for me to teach her. Since we’re both in the same area, I don’t think it’d be that
hard to set something up.” Jungkook stopped himself and bit his lip. He hated how he always
seemed to end up rambling, desperate to fill empty space with words instead of anxiety.

Jimin glanced at Jungkook, then back to where Minji was still playing with Kakuna.
“Can I think about it? Just for a few days.”

“Of course. Take however long you need.” Jungkook rushed.

Jimin paused, he didn’t want to dive into anything. He was worried that he was letting his
fascination with the boy cloud his judgement. He couldn’t go into this blind. He needed to make
sure that he wasn’t putting Minji in any kind of danger. He’d need a thorough investigation done.
Something beyond Google.

“Can I get your number? I’ll let you know what I decide.” Jungkook, while internally
freaking out—because Jimin didn’t need his number he could have easily told him his decision at
the cafe, kept his face neutral as he agreed. Jimin handed him his phone and he typed in his number
before handing it back. Jimin created a short text and sent it off, “Now you’ll have my number, so
you don’t think some random person is texting you.” He said as he looked down at his hands.

Jungkook glanced at his phone when it buzzed.

Unknown Number: Cold brew sweet cream ; )

Jungkook wanted to crawl in a hole. Surely the text was both in regard to his standard
order, but also the incredibly inconspicuous yelling of Namjoon that “Jimin is cold brew sweet
cream?”

Jungkook grinned as he clicked into the message and saved Jimin’s number.

To- ColdBrewSweetCream: Thanks—JK

Jimin laughed when he got the notification. “Just kidding?”

Jungkook swatted him. “No, Jungkook. J.K.” Jimin continued to laugh. “Ugh, nevermind.
I rescind all offers. Give me my number back.”

That night, after Jimin had tucked Minji into bed he found his hand hovering over
Jungkook’s contact. Instead, he scrolled further down and made a call. On the third ring, they
picked up. “Hey, I need you to run a name for me. I need everything back. I want to know
everything from his family lineage to his childhood best friend’s name. I want high school
detentions, education, driving violations, anything and everything.”

“You couldn’t have Admiral Park do this?” Jimin was absolutely not going to have his
father run the background check on Jungkook. Jimin learned early in life not to ask his father for
favors.

“Just do it, would you? It’s important.”

“How important?”

“Minji important.”

“I’m on it. Give me a day.”

 Chapter 5
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“I gave him my number.” Jimin said as he sat with Jin in their backyard having tea as Namjoon and
Minji painted inside.

Jin struggled to swallow his tea and place his cup back down. “Y-you did?”
 Jimin shrugged. “Felt ok at the time, now I’m kinda freaking out over it.” He chuckled a
bit.

“I can’t believe you gave him your number.” Jin breathed.

“Do you think I shouldn’t have?” Jimin swallowed thickly.

“God no! No! …I mean, if you feel it was a good idea, then go with that. Doesn’t matter
what I, or anyone else, thinks.” Jin tried to calm himself with another sip of tea. Jimin wasn’t
exactly the type to make the first move—not as of late anyway. Jimin was incredibly confident and
assertive, but Jin was acutely aware as to how that was only utilized for work and Minji, never for
Jimin’s personal life. Jin was almost certain Jimin believed he didn’t deserve a personal life.

“I don’t know. I just…I mean…he hasn’t texted or called me.” Jimin brought his thumb
up to his mouth and anxiously chewed on the skin around his nails. Jin clasped his hand around his
wrist and lowered Jimin’s hand back down to the table. “It’s stupid. It was stupid of me to give it to
him.”

“He gave me his number.” Jungkook said as he and Yoongi browsed the aisles at the market.

“I’m sorry, what?” Yoongi paused and pulled Jungkook back by his arm.

“Yesterday. At the park. He, ah, asked for my number and sent me a text so that I’d have
his.” Jungkook shrugged.

“And? Have you texted him?”

“Of course not! He just wanted my number so that he could let me know if he wanted to
set lessons up for Minji. It’d be weird to text him first, wouldn’t it?”

Yoongi shrugged and didn’t offer any advice on the subject. He did, however, force
Jungkook to pause, again, and consider what his plan was. “So, if he does decide to move forward
with lessons, you’re keeping it professional, yeah?”

“I—well, yeah.”

Before Jimin could further debate the error of his ways, the call he’d been waiting for—second to
Jungkook’s—came in. “Hey Park, I got the rundown on that Jeon guy.”

As Jungkook was unloading his groceries and Yoongi was already raiding his fridge via
interception, his phone pinged.
 ColdBrewSweetCream: So, I thought about it. And I’d like to discuss the particulars of
you teaching Minji.

ColdBrewSweetCream: I mean, if you’re still open to teaching her.

“You named him after his coffee order?” Yoongi snorted as he read over Jungkook’s
shoulder.

“Shut up.”

“Cute.”

“I said shut up.”

JK: Yeah, absolutely. Are you two free this evening?

“He wants to know if we’re free tonight?” Jimin turned to Jin in a mild panic. Jin would have
laughed, seeing Jimin so unlike the composed man he presented to everyone, but first he figured he
should help his dear friend navigate the current situation.

“Well, are you?”

“I guess?” Jimin squeaked.

“Jimin. Wow. Relax.” Jin said as he forced Jimin to lower his phone. “Get your head on
straight.” They both looked at each other and snorted lightly with a chuckle. “Calm down, turn on
that unbothered, closed-off, jackass I learned to love a year ago.”

ColdBrewSweetCream: yeah, we’re free. I’d actually like to check out where you’d be
teaching her.

ColdBrewSweetCream: You want to teach her at your place, right?

JK: Yeah. You want to come by later?

ColdBrewSweetCream: If that’s not a problem?

JK: Of course. Come on by whenever, here’s my address:

“Well, I guess he’s coming over.”

“Now?” Yoongi asked as he looked around, taking in the general state of disarray
Jungkook’s apartment was in. “You can’t let him come over now.”

“What? Why not?”

“Look at this place! No, Kook, you can’t let him see your place like this. Especially since
you’re trying to convince him to allow his daughter to spend time here. We need to clean. Now.”
Yoongi ripped the snack from Jungkook’s hand and thrust him towards the living room with
instructions to pick up anything that didn’t belong in there—socks, dirty dishes, Kakuna’s toys—
and then dust and sweep quickly. Then he ushered him to the bathroom while Yoongi went towards
the kitchen. “I guess it’s only fair, you know, since I cook and eat here so often.” Finally, Jungkook
tidied up his office—making it look extra presentable as that’s where the lessons would be given.

“Alright. I think it’s good.” Jungkook breathed as he rested his back against the office
door frame. “I mean, I don’t think it’s looked this good since—”

“Since you were trying to impress Han, right?” Yoongi teased. The buzzer made
Jungkook jump and Yoongi laughed deeply. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Jimin was only able to convince Minji to leave Uncle Jinnie and Uncle Joon’s house by telling her
they were going to see Jungkook. She was the first one ready to go after that. Namjoon chuckled as
he hugged Jimin goodbye. “Looks like Kook made quite the impression on her already, hm?”

“Yeah…” Jimin trailed off.

“Hey, Chim, that’s not a bad thing you know. He’s a good guy.” As he saw Jimin prepare
to defend his stance on staying single, he interrupted. “Listen, I’m not saying you need to marry the
kid. I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to hang out with sometimes, and it’s a bonus
that Minnie likes him already. Plus, it’ll be good for their teacher student relationship.”

Jimin reluctantly agreed before clasping Minji’s hand and leaving for Jungkook’s. After a
long day of playing and painting with her uncles, Minji was not up to the long walk back so Jimin
called an Uber and arrived at Jungkook’s apartment sooner than anticipated. “I hope we aren’t too
early.”

As they approached the building, Jimin observed the neighborhood. It seemed nice. Front
stoops of condos and apartment buildings were well maintained, with early blooms in the flower
beds. Kids were playing outside, observed carefully by parents. Jimin hummed before climbing the
stairs to Jungkook’s apartment’s front door. It was an older building, like the rest of the neighboring
buildings, but cute. Tiny mosaic tiles greeted them in the entryway in the pattern of sunbursts. He
found Jungkook’s number and pressed the buzzer.

Kakuna danced around at the door at the sound of a soft knock. Jungkook smiled as he
figured it was likely Minji that got to knock on the door. When he opened the door his suspicions
were confirmed as Minji was at the door with Jimin standing a step behind her. Jimin looked
absolutely beautiful and Jungkook fought to keep his mouth closed. He was in a simple white
button down and slim fitting slacks, his hair pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. He may as well
have been one of Jungkook’s teenage wet dreams come to life. He snapped back to the task at hand
—proving he could teach Minji piano—not trying to score a date with Jimin. “Well hello Minji!”
He said happily before turning his smile upwards to Jimin. “Hi Jimin.”

“Hi Kook!” Minji said excitedly, her eyes bright and hair mused. “Kuna!!” She squealed
as she dashed in to smother the Frenchie in affection.

Jungkook laughed as he opened the door further and motioned Jimin in. “Come on in.”

A dusting of pink graced Jimin’s cheeks as he smiled and said a quiet thanks. Jimin drew
in as much as he could of Jungkook’s apartment in a quick sweep of his gaze. It was tidy, small but
not cramped. He had pictures hung of what looked like friends and family, and of course Kakuna.
Jimin fought a smile. Jungkook’s furniture was a bit mix-matched, but the place overall looked
nicely lived in and comfortable.

“Want anything to drink?” Jungkook offered shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh, ah, no, I’m okay. Thank you.” Jimin continued to look around as Minji remained
focused on Kakuna. “You have a nice place, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed. “Thanks. Uh, would you like to see where I’d do her
lessons?”

“Oh yes, of course. Minji, come on.” He said as he reached out his hand and gave a
‘come forth’ motion. Minji kissed the top of Kakuna’s head, right between her ears, before jumping
up and running to take Jimin’s hand. Jungkook desperately tried to slow his delighted heart.

He led them both to the office just beside the front door. Jimin stepped through and again,
got to have a small glimpse into Jungkook as he took in his surroundings. There was an upright
piano on the right wall, a computer in the left corner, and a wide array of framed album art and
sheet music on the walls. Jimin noted a scattered bit of sheet music on Jungkook’s desk—some
blank and some written on. “Jungkook, you compose music?”

“Oh, um, yeah—”

“Can you play some for us?”

“Kookie please play!” Minji asked as she dropped Jimin’s hand and reached for
Jungkook’s. He allowed her small hand to wrap around three of his fingers as she led him to the
piano.

“Oh! I have the perfect piece.” Jungkook’s adorable smile graced his face as he sat and
placed his fingers to the keys. “I think you’ll recognize this one Minji.” As he started to play, Minji
cocked her head to the side, brow furrowed as she tried to figure out where the music might be
from.

“Oh come on, Minji! You should know this.” Jungkook laughed before he started to sing
a part of her bumblebee and toad song. Minji’s eyes widened in surprise and filled with wonder as
Jungkook played her song. Jimin placed his hand over his mouth to hide his quick, quiet gasp. How
did Jungkook even remember that? And how was his voice so smooth and beautiful? Jungkook
repeated the small melody and Minji happily sang the words. Jungkook glanced over at Jimin with
a smile that could light up the world—and if Jimin was being honest, had already lit up his.

Jimin came to stand next to the piano as Jungkook continued to play different pieces as
Minji watched completely enraptured. “Minji, would you like to learn how to play?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Minji bit her lip and nodded excitedly. “Can—can Kookie teach me?”

Jungkook looked at Jimin, who gave him a small nod. Jungkook then nudged Minji with
his shoulder. “I believe that could be arranged. Would you be okay with that?” When she bounced
in her spot on the piano bench nodding happily Jungkook laughed and turned to Jimin. “We should
discuss schedules.”

“And payment.” Jimin added. Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek. He knew this
was a professional arrangement, but hearing Jimin say it gnawed at him.

“Yeah, of course. Minji, why don’t you come out and play with Kakuna while your dad
and I chat.”

“So yeah, every Tuesday and Thursday I’ll be instructing Minji from 5pm to 6pm.”
Jungkook rambled excitedly. Yoongi hummed as a hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his
mouth.

“And will Jimin be there as well, or did he intend to just drop her off?”

“Oh God no, Jimin wouldn't just leave Minji alone with me like that. I mean, not that he couldn’t.
I’m trustworthy. But yeah, I don’t expect him to entrust his daughter to me like that right away.
He'll be there as well. Which I mean does make me a bit nervous…having him watch my every
move, nitpicking how I teach her.” Yoongi almost chuckled. Jungkook was nervous alright, his
frantic rambling was proof enough of that.

“Kook, you teach kids all the time. I’m sure he’ll be perfectly ok with your teaching
style.”

Jungkook looked down at his hands as he wrung them together. “I just don’t want to
disappoint them.”

“You won’t.” Yoongi assured. “Now come on, let’s get to the store so you can pick up
your lesson books.” Jungkook had met Yoongi at his music store, where he bought his piano.
Yoongi’s love for music was cultivated early in life seeing as how the music store had been owned
by his family for the past three generations. He happily rambled along with Jungkook as they
browsed for his piano, delighted to learn of Jungkook’s years of classical training and hobby of
composing his own original stuff. When Jungkook set up the delivery of his piano Yoongi’s grin
grew exponentionally. After discovering they were neighbors, the development of their friendship
followed closely behind.
 “Family discount?” Jungkook teased.

“You’re the worst.” Yoongi deadpanned.

When Jimin picked up Minji from school the following Tuesday, Jin was waiting for him
with a small smirk on his lips. “Don’t start.” Jimin said when he stepped through the fence and
waited for the kids to be released.

“I didn’t say anything.” Jin laughed.

“Your face is saying plenty.”

“She’s very excited you know. Told me all about how today is her first lesson with
Jungkook. I’m really glad you decided to move forward with it.”

“It’s for Minnie.” Jimin said evenly, though his heart thumped heavily at the thought of
spending time with Jungkook again.

“I know it is. But that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself too.”

Jimin was thankful for the delighted giggle and squeal from his baby girl as she came
through the exit and rushed to his arms. “Hey Doodle-Bug! Did you have a good day?”

Minji nodded happily as she handed Jimin a painting of bumblebees, toads and music
notes. “I made this for Kookie!”

Jimin denied the feeling of tears pooling in his eyes, but as he watched Jin gasp and bite
his lip, he couldn’t stop the tiny shake in his voice. “It’s wonderful Minnie! He’s going to love it!”
He grabbed her small hand and gave a wave to Jin as they hurried home for a snack before Minji’s
lesson.

They arrived to Jungkook’s just before five. He pulled the door open, smiling brightly,
and ushered them both in. “Hey, come on in! Do you need a snack? I have some fruit there in the
kitchen. I know this is kinda an odd time for lessons, not quite time for dinner, but been awhile
since lunch.” He internally cringed as he rambled again.

“That’s—that’s really considerate Jungkook.” Jimin smiled. “We grabbed something

before heading here, but I’m sure by halfway through the lesson Minnie would benefit from a
snack.” Jungkook preened, proud that Jimin was happy with his concern for their meal schedule.

“Well, perfect. I’ll keep that in mind. Um, you’re welcome to help yourself of course.”
Jungkook felt a tug at his sleeve. He looked down to see Minji chewing her lip, rocking on her feet
as she held her other hand behind her back. “What’s up, Minji?”

She pulled a piece of paper out from behind her back and held it towards him. “I made
you this.” Jungkook glanced to Jimin before he knelt down to accept the paper from Minji. She
presented it to him and he delicately accepted it into his hands. His smile grew, as he appreciated
the work she put into painting the round bumblebees and green toads with music notes dancing
around them—no doubt indicative of the song.

“I love it Minji.” He said, trying to balance how excited he was to have it while also
attempting to not get emotional over it. It was just a painting, didn’t mean anything. He figured if
he said it enough he might believe it. “Should be bring it in to the office? I think it’d look perfect
on the wall.” He stood and reached out to gently guide her towards the office, his large hand
splayed along her back. He glanced over his shoulder towards Jimin. “Um, you’re welcome to sit
in, or you could hang out in the living room. Whichever you’d prefer.”

“Do you think I’d distract her?” Jimin asked as he hesitated to follow Jungkook and
Minji.

“Nah. I think she’ll do just fine. I added a comfy chair in the corner, um, for you. Uh, you
know, so you’d be more comfortable.” His cheeks tinged with a deep pink. Jimin nodded as he
finally took a step to follow them into the office.

And then Jimin watched and listened as Jungkook started Minji’s first lesson. Jungkook,
he realized, was a natural. Minji and Jungkook laughed together, and he kept it fun while he
explored what Minji already knew. Then they tried sight reading from a beginner’s lesson book,
Jungkook leading by showing her first and then Minji followed. Jimin realized that Jungkook had
color coded the piano keys with little dot stickers to match the book.

“You’re doing so well Minji!” Jungkook said happily. “Do you want a break and a snack,
or do you want to keep going through your lesson?”

“A snack!” She declared as she hopped off the bench and scrambled to the kitchen.
Jungkook chuckled as he followed behind.

He turned to Jimin quickly. “Does Minji have any allergies?” Jimin smiled again as he
shook his head, Jungkook was sincerely flooring him with all this attention to detail. He got to the
kitchen and grabbed an apple for Minji. He sliced and cored it before putting the sections on a plate
and sitting with her at the table. Jimin remained leaned against the kitchen counter, watching them.

Jimin didn’t date. Jimin didn’t even entertain the idea of dating, or the idea of finding
anyone attractive, but as he watched Jungkook he’d be a boldfaced liar if he said Jungkook wasn’t
attractive. His smile struck Jimin in his chest, leaving him mildly breathless. His eyes seem to hold
the same stars that Minji’s often did—wonder and amusement dancing within them. He purposely
shook himself from the train of thought, turning his gaze away from Jungkook. He was her teacher
and Jimin needed to respect that.

Jimin wandered into the living room and sat next to Kakuna where she snored happily on
the couch. As the cushion shifted Kakuna woke up and waddled into Jimin’s lap. Jimin smiled as he
rubbed between her ears. He snorted softly, even Kakuna was a reminder of how drawn to
Jungkook Jimin was.

“Hey Jimin?” Jungkook called as he put Minji’s plate in the sink. “We’re gonna go finish
up, you want to come back in or snuggle with Kakuna?” His smile was playful and a bit fond.

“You know, I think I’ll stay with Kakuna. She’s much more affectionate than Squirtle.”
 Jungkook fought the laughter that shook out of him. “Yeah, I bet she is. Alright, it won’t
be too much longer, I’m just going to introduce chords to her.”

“So you had fun with Jungkook?” Jimin asked as he tucked Minji in for the night.

“Kookie’s the best, Daddy.” She said softly. “He likes my songs.”

Jimin nodded as he smiled. “Yes, he does. And your paintings!” Minji’s lips pulled into a
delighted, proud smile. “So, you want to keep learning piano with him?”

Minji sat up quickly and wrapped her small, warm arms around Jimin’s neck. “Can I?
Please?” Jimin squeezed her tightly and kissed her softly.

“Of course, you can, baby.”

“Yoongi.” Jungkook whined as he threw himself onto Yoongi’s couch next to him. “I’m
in trouble.”

Yoongi snorted. “You think?”

“They’re so cute, Yoongi. And so fun. And Minji is so smart.”

“You’re her teacher, Kook.” Yoongi said firmly.

Jungkook threw his head back dramatically. “I know.” He ran his hands over his face. “I
know that. I’m not going to do anything, I swear.” As his mind drifted back to Jimin’s smile, and
how he looked nestled in on Jungkook’s couch, he was sure his heart wasn’t going to listen.

Chapter End Notes

I'm not sure why I chose the role of a piano teacher for Jungkook as I never took lessons in my
life so I have essentially zero experience to draw from for those scenes. Just...bear with me.

I also know the story isn't moving very quickly. But when relationships develop with single
parents they are incredibly slow moving--or at least should be. I like the pace, it feels natural.
 Chapter 6

Minji was two weeks into her lessons with Jungkook. Jimin had closed himself off a bit, ashamed
of the blushing mess he turned into around Jungkook. He would typically bring a book with him to
lessons so that he could keep his gaze off Jungkook’s broad shoulders and strong back as he sat
with Minji at the piano. Jimin wasn’t rude per se, he was just attempting to be more aware of some
boundaries.

Minji was essentially obsessed with her handsome teacher. Jungkook had quickly turned
into one of her favorite people. She was consistently disappointed if it wasn’t a lesson day and was
eternally hopeful that he’d be at his cousin’s house whenever she and Jimin went to Jin and Joon’s
and Jimin’s heart would clench at her crestfallen face when he wasn’t.
 “Well good morning, cold brew sweet cream.” Jungkook teased when Jimin stepped up to
the counter.

“Ah-ah, not today. I’m going to need an iced cinnamon shortbread latte this time.” Jimin
said with a smirk. “Joon told me about it, said it was a must try.”

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” Jungkook laughed as he wrote Jimin’s name
on the side of the cup. “But he isn’t wrong.” As he passed the cup to the next worker, he leaned in
to say something before slipping off his apron and walking around the counter. He leaned up
against it to chat with Jimin as he waited. “So, big plans for the weekend?”

Jimin’s heart turned frantic. Was he about to ask him to do something? Was it just small
talk? Does he want him to ask him to do something? Shit. “Oh, um, yeah actually.” Jungkook’s
smile faltered for half a second. “It’s my students’ first tournament of the spring and summer
season.”

Jungkook cocked his head to the side. “Your students?”

Jimin’s cheeks warmed as he smiled and looked away. “I guess we haven’t actually
talked much about what I do, huh?” He reached for his cup as it was placed on the counter, he then
grabbed an extra napkin to scrawl an address onto. “Why don’t you come on down when you’re
done with your shift.”

“Alright, and uh, maybe we can grab some lunch then? Since I’m off at noon and all.”
Jungkook cringed internally. He had promised himself to keep this professional, but lunch wasn’t
like, a date. Just two friends grabbing lunch. They were friends, right? Kind of?

“Yeah, Kook, that sounds good.” He took a sip of his coffee and gave a small hum and
nod. “Joon was right.” He reached out and patted Jungkook’s upper arm. “Alright, well, uh, see you
later.”

Jimin didn’t focus well at work. He kept replaying his morning stop at the café. He
wondered why, if he was trying to keep some distance, did he invite him to the dojang and then
agree to lunch? He needed to clear his head. “Kihyun!” He called towards the back.

Kihyun stepped from the back storage room. “What’s up Jiminie?”

“Spar with me?” Jimin requested. Kihyun raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jimin hadn’t
asked him to spar in a few months at least.

“Everything okay?” He asked as he stepped on to the mat and started to stretch out.

“Yep. Everything’s good.” Jimin said curtly as he, too, stretched out before grabbing two
bo staffs from the wall. He passed one to Kihyun. “I just need to get my mind back into focus. This
should work. Hopefully.”

Kihyun rolled his shoulders and his neck before lifting the staff above his head and
giving a few warm up swings before taking his stance against Jimin. Jimin cracked his neck quickly
before evening his face, narrowing his gaze and bringing his staff up and then lowering it to his
side before bowing respectfully to Kihyun. Ki returned the gesture before they competitively turned
on each other. Jimin realized he was more distracted than originally believed when Ki was able to
make contact with his staff on Jimin’s flank. Jimin huffed before turning back towards Kihyun and
swinging low to sweep Ki with a hit to his knees. Kihyun avoided the fall with impressive
defensive maneuvering. Jimin felt sweat begin to bead on his forehead as he took the offensive
again.

“Come on, Jimin, snap out of whatever has you distracted.” Kihyun huffed as he swung
again and Jimin snapped his staff to the right to block before lacerating the air as he brought the
staff to Ki’s shoulder. Kihyun groaned but laughed. “Finally.” He motioned Jimin to come at him
again.

Jungkook anxiously watched the clock as it ticked closer to noon. He bounced his leg as
he sat at the counter. He was excited to not only learn what Jimin taught, but also for their pseudo-
kind of-sort of-date-like-thing. He pulled out his phone, biting his lip lightly as he debated on
whether or not to send the text dancing at the tips of his fingers. In the end, he decided it could be
beneficial.

Kook: Hey, can I ask you something?

Joon: That depends. What’s the question?

Kook: Has Jimin…has Jimin said anything about me?

Joon: He thinks you’re doing great with Minji!

Kook: Anything unrelated to Minji? Though of course I’m super glad he is happy with
my teaching style.

Joon: ….Kook, what are you doing?

Kook: Nothing! I’m just…I’m about to meet him for lunch.

It took Namjoon almost three minutes to respond, and Jungkook started to worry that he
stepped over a major line. His leg started to bounce even faster as he chewed the inside of his lip.

Joon: Kook, that’s great!

Kook: It is?

Joon: Yes. Make it enjoyable for him. Get him to laugh. He doesn’t exactly get out much
to socialize. I’m surprised he said yes.
 Jungkook found a smile spreading over his face as he realized that perhaps there was
something good between them. Whether that was teacher/parent, friends, or something…else, he
wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter because whatever it was it seemed to excite one of his best friends,
so Jungkook was just going to go with it.

He bolted out the door when his manager informed that he was five minutes past his
clock out time. He pulled the napkin from his pocket that Jimin wrote the address on. He pursed his
lips and realized that it was only a short walk from the café. Well, that explained his regular
schedule.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he approached the building that stood at the napkin address.
A large red and black sign that read “Park Dojang” greeted him. He glanced inside the large, lightly
tinted windows as he reached for the door. It seemed empty save for a couple guys sparing with bo
staffs on the floor. He pulled the door opened and stepped inside, greeted by the loud cracks of
staffs meeting mid-swing. Jungkook’s eyes landed on a few newspaper articles framed on the wall
about the dojang and specifically about Jimin taking it over. A picture of Jimin receiving his Master
status from a man named Grand Master Soo hung next to the news article. His eyes were lost
behind his full cheeks, his smile radiant and proud. Jungkook found himself smiling as well.
Another crack of the staffs pulled him from the wall, and he gulped as he moved further into the
dojang.

As he turned, he was greeted by the image of Jimin sparing with another man. Jungkook
took a quick breath in as he drank in the scene. Jimin’s dobok had fallen open some at the chest, his
muscles glistening with sweat and taut with exertion. His thick thighs strained the tops of the dobok
pants, but he moved freely and elegantly as he moved against his opponent.

Jimin, feeling the distinct sensation of being watched, glanced over his shoulder—
providing Kihyun just enough of a distraction to sweep him with the staff. Jimin grunted as his
back hit the mat. “Nice work, Sabeom Kihyun.” He huffed before launching himself back onto his
feet.

“I see what has you so distracted.” Kihyun teased before bowing deeply to Jimin and then
lightly towards Jungkook before hanging his staff and making his exit to the back.

Jimin placed his staff back on the wall and turned to Jungkook, a bright smile on his face.
“Jungkook! Welcome to my dojang!”

Jungkook stared at him, slack-jawed and mystified. “You’re…that was…wow. That was
amazing.”

Jimin laughed fully, his eyes closing and hiding behind those adorable full cheeks. “You
watched me lose.” He ran his hands through his damp hair. “It’s alright though, I had him on the
three rounds before that.”

“So, this is your dojang? Like—”

“Yep, all mine. I studied here for damn near all my life, and when my Master Soo
mentioned he was looking to retire and sell the dojang…well, I jumped at the chance to take over.”
His bare feet padded over to where Jungkook remained at the edge of the mat. “You ever study
martial arts?” He asked with a slight glint in his eye.
 Jungkook dropped his head as he felt his ears warm. “I think my parents put me in for a
bit when I was around Minji’s age. It didn’t last long. I think I had too soft of a heart.”

Jimin laughed as he patted Jungkook’s shoulder. “That doesn’t surprise me. Let me clean
up a bit and change and we’ll go grab lunch, hm?” Jungkook nodded. “You can wait in my office I
shouldn’t take long.” Jungkook followed him into a small office. It was clean and well organized.
Jungkook couldn’t help but notice the pictures of Jimin and Minji on the wall and framed on his
desk. There was one, when Minji was just an infant, Jimin looked incredibly young—round cheeks,
a youthful spark to his eyes. Next to him a stunning young woman, long hair and a small, shy smile
as she looked towards Jimin. Jungkook gulped as he realized that must have been Minji’s mother.

Jimin softly cleared his throat from behind. Jungkook startled a bit before turning back to
Jimin, embarrassment creeping in from being caught examining such a private photo. Jimin knew
and stepped to his side to look at the picture as well. “Yungmi.” He said simply. “Minji’s mother.”
The air between Jimin and Jungkook thickened. Jimin knew Jungkook wanted to ask, everyone
always did. But he wasn’t ready to jump into that quite yet. “Ready to go?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Jungkook tore his gaze from the picture and smiled at Jimin.

They found themselves at a small family owned restaurant a few blocks away, sitting
across from each other in a corner booth, a spread of food between them. Jungkook jumped right
into conversation about Jimin’s dojang. “That’s incredible, Jimin. No wonder Minji was able to
take out Hoseok so quickly.”

Jimin’s laugh rang through the restaurant, silver and light to Jungkook’s ears. “Minji has
been enthralled with Taekwondo since she could barely walk. It was a natural progression to teach
her. She’s always coming in towards the end of classes, and she takes my ages 3-6 class on
Saturdays—though she’s obviously more advanced—not that I’m biased or anything.”

Jungkook laughed along. “I bet you’re very proud of her.”

“She’s the light of my life, Kook, I’m endlessly proud of her.”

Jungkook took a sip of his tea. “And you—you should be proud of how well you’re
raising her. She’s amazing, Jimin.”

Jimin’s lips quirked up with a hesitant smile. Minji was amazing, that was a true
statement—but Jimin never felt like he was doing well enough. He always came up with ways that
he fell short, ways he could be doing better, how much more she might need. “I do my best.” He
said softly. “It’s not always easy.” He paused for a moment before he chuckled. “I lost her in a
department store once.”

“Seriously?” Jungkook gasped.

“Yep. Just last year actually. We were doing all her school shopping. She had been trying
on clothes and I went to put a shirt back in order to grab a different size and when I got back to the
dressing room she wasn’t there. God, Kook, I panicked. First it was like, what kind of parent loses
their kid right? But then the thought of someone taking her came to me and I snapped. I ran
through the store, demanding that all exits be covered until she was found. It was the worst six
minutes of my life. We found her in the corner of the toy section surrounded by stuffies, told me
she was tired of trying on clothes.” Jimin finished with a short chuckle.

“I once left the store I was in with my mom to get ice cream samples in the food court
when I was about six or seven. I’d never seen her so terrified. I’m sure Minji felt horrible.”

“She did. It was a reminder of how difficult it is to do this alone though, you know.”

“Yungmi…” Jungkook started slowly. “She doesn’t help?”

Jimin’s eyes fell to his plate where he started moving noodles around aimlessly.
Jungkook was fairly embedded into Minji’s life by now, maybe it’d be okay if he knew more about
their family structure. He glanced back up to Jungkook, whose gaze flicked anxiously around them,
no doubt sensing that it was likely too personal of a question to ask.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“She passed away. Almost five years ago.” The space around them seemed to freeze, all
sound dissipating, leaving them in a moment that seemed to imply the next move was crucial. Jimin
detoured. “So my mom is usually the one that helps the most with Minji. She’s been instrumental
really. But that’s pretty much only when necessary. I don’t—I don’t really like to be away from
Minji.”

Jungkook reached out hesitantly and placed his hand softly on Jimin’s forearm. “I’m
sorry Jimin. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been—how hard it must still be.” Jimin’s skin
rolled with the rise of goosebumps at Jungkook’s touch.

“It’s fine.” Jimin shrugged.

“Must be nice to have such a supportive mom, though. Minji’s mentioned her a few
times, telling me how there’s a piano there too and how she practices her lessons.”

Jimin nodded and smiled softly. “Yeah, my mom’s been great…”

“Your dad?” Jungkook asked around a mouthful of food.

“My dad.” Jimin snorted. “My dad is the epitome of an emotionally unavailable, hyper
masculine, authoritative father. Admiral Park with the Republic of Korea Armed Forces.” Jimin
finished with his glass raised, his face twisted up as though the last statement left a foul taste in his
mouth.

“Admiral Park. You mean Admiral Park that met with the US Ambassador regarding—”

“The one and only.”

“Wow. I had no idea.”

“Of course not. I don’t mention him much.” Jimin shrugged. “He’s not my biggest fan,
and I’m certainly not his. What about you?”

“Ah, well.” Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought about his childhood
and his relationship with his parents now. “My parents weren’t really around much growing up.
Worked almost constantly and traveled a lot for their jobs too. So really, I guess, one might say I
was mostly raised by my grandmother.”

“Ah! Grandma Kim! Namjoon talks about her all the time.” Jimin smiled brightly.

“The one and only.” Jungkook laughed. “My mother’s mother. She lived with us
essentially my entire life. She’s still the one person that knows everything about me. You can’t hide
anything from grandma Kim. No matter how much I tried to hide, she always saw right through
me.”

Jimin’s brow knitted together. “What do you mean, hide? Were you a rebellious child,
Jungkook? Drinking underage? Sneaking out?” He teased.

Jungkook chuckled. “No reason to sneak out when your parents are away all the time.
But no, I mean, I was a good kid. Just tried to hide who I was—who I am. Grandma though, she
knew—I think she’d always known, and she assured me there wasn’t anything wrong with me.
That I would always be inherently good—not matter what gender I loved.” He dropped his face
away from Jimin as he flushed from his chest to the tips of his ears, worried about his reaction.
Granted, Joon had said he tried to set Jimin up with guys from the office. But coming out was
always a precarious moment. “When I tried to tell my parents, things got a bit tense. They tried
telling me I was confused, didn’t know what I was talking about or what I really wanted. It was
grandma Kim who came in and talked some sense into them—assuring them that I was more than
capable of knowing what my sexuality was and that it didn’t change who I was.” He smiled fondly
at the memory. “It still took some time before they were completely on board, but grandma’s stern
speech at least pulled them off their ‘you’re just confused’ position.”

Jimin’s voice was soft when he replied. “I wish I had a grandma Kim.” Jungkook left the
space between them open, respectfully allowing Jimin to decide if he wanted to say more.
Jungkook took a couple more bites and washed it down with some more tea before Jimin spoke
again. “My parents found me once, making out with a soccer teammate behind our garage.” He
raised his eyes to Jungkook and held him there steadily. “I played on an all-boys team.” Jungkook
nodded in understanding.

“It didn’t go well.” Jimin huffed. “My father lost his shit. Pulled me into the house, where
he essentially tried to beat the gay out of me.” Jungkook frowned deeply. “He made me quit the
team—as to remove the ‘temptation’ of said teammate—and made my martial arts training more
strenuous. I don’t know what his understanding of sexuality was but forcing me into a stricter male
gender role wasn’t going to change anything.” Jimin felt the electrified energy around them, knew
Jungkook was still wondering. How was it exactly that a gay man ended up with a daughter? “It’s
probably a big reason as to why I pursued things with Yungmi.”

“To prove to your father that you weren’t gay?”

Jimin nodded in confirmation. “Yungmi…”

Jungkook reached out again for Jimin as he shook his head lightly. “Jimin, you don’t
have to.”

Jimin paused, watching Jungkook closely. Usually people honed in, ready to devour the
tragic story of how he and Yungmi fucked up their adolescence and then how Jimin lost Yungmi.
Jungkook was apprehensive, treading lightly around the topic, gently assuring Jimin he didn’t need
to share. It was Jungkook’s respectful way of backing away from the topic that made Jimin want to
continue. “She was only seventeen, a year my junior. So young. God, we were so stupid.” He
huffed out a small laugh. “She and I had been friends for years,” Jimin thought back “since I had
been about fourteen I guess. One of my best friends really. We were inseparable, and I knew she
loved me you know? I saw it shift when she was about sixteen. And I was selfish. Jungkook I was
so fucking selfish.”

“Jimin—”

“I was. I was so desperate to get back into my father’s good graces I took advantage of
Yungmi’s feelings for me—knowing I didn’t feel exactly the same way. And my parents, my
parents were so happy when she and I announced we were dating.” Jimin shrugged a bit, “they
weren’t as happy when we announced five months later that she was pregnant.”

“Minji wasn’t a mistake Jimin.” Jungkook said softly and Jimin could almost burst into
tears. Jimin swallowed around the lump in his throat as he nodded—it was all he could do in fear
that if he tried to speak, he’d lose any resemblance of composure. “And you’re an amazing father.”
Jimin looked up and found Jungkook’s large, innocent, beautifully rich brown eyes staring back at
him—intense, honest, and kind. “Absolutely amazing.” He said softly as his fingers danced along
the tops of Jimin’s hands. “It’s so obvious every time I see you two together—and she tells me
constantly how she has the best daddy ever. She’s so in love with you, Jimin.”

“I know.” Jimin said, barely beyond a whisper. “Sometimes. I don’t know…sometimes

she ends up being such a deep reminder of how I fucked everything up. Once she’s older and she
realizes how everything is my fault…she’ll never forgive me.” Jimin bit his lip, fat tears welling up
in his eyes. Jungkook’s hands pulled away and Jimin’s heart clenched tighter at the loss until he felt
Jungkook’s body pressed up against him, pulling him into a hug as he slid into his side of the booth.

Perhaps it was a hasty, reckless move, but Jungkook couldn’t bear to watch Jimin tiptoe
the edge of a breakdown. “Jimin.” He breathed against the top of Jimin’s head. “Listen. God, you
didn’t fuck things up. Look at the two of you. You’re perfect. I mean, aside from the no dog thing.”
Jimin choked out a laugh.

“She’s been stuck on a dog for about as long as she could talk.” Jimin sniffed. Jimin
shuffled a bit, attempting to put some space between him and Jungkook, the heat of Jungkook’s
body twisting his stomach and sending his heart into a flurry. “She will hate me though,
eventually.”

“She won’t.” Jungkook said firmly.

“Yes she will.” Jimin said evenly. “When she realizes I’m the reason her mother is dead.”
 Chapter 7
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Joon, it was literally the saddest thing I’d ever seen. He didn’t elaborate, and I wasn’t about to
push, but he really thinks it’s his fault.” Jungkook said as he followed Namjoon from the kitchen to
the backyard. He had gone straight to his cousin after he said goodbye to Jimin. To Jimin’s credit
the lunch didn’t fizzle out right on the spot after his declaration that Minji’s mom’s death was his
fault. He was able to brush it off and salvage a bit of time, even teasing Jungkook enough to get
them both laughing again.
 “I know, Kook. Trust me, we’ve had that conversation a time or two as well. It’s hard to
hear. Especially because it’s not true.” Jungkook hopped up on the deck railing and pursed his lips.
“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not telling you. Give him time, maybe he’ll tell you.”

“Maybe?”

“You need to prove yourself trustworthy, Kook. That shit is about as deep as it gets with
Jimin. Not just anyone gets to go there.”

Jungkook’s gaze drifted past Namjoon as he nodded slowly. His eyes filled with stars as a
dopey grin took over his face. “He’s amazing, Joon. He’s adorable, and funny, and strong, and
intriguing.” He finally drops his gaze to his cousin who looks at him knowingly.

“Is he gushing over Jimin again?” Jin teased as came out the garage door to the backyard,
carrying a large bag of charcoal to the deck.

“When is he not?” Namjoon laughed.

Jungkook leaned forward to push his cousin playfully. “Whatever. I don’t gush over
him.”

“Oh, no, you’re right. My apologies. ‘he’s so adorable and funny’ totally isn’t gushing.
My mistake.” Namjoon turned to his partner. “Seems Kook and Jiminie had lunch together today.”

“Seriously?” Jin asked with a surprised raise of his meticulously maintained eyebrows.
Jin was a stunning man, small but bright eyes, a strong jawline, and then a pair of unnaturally full
heart-shaped lips to leave one reeling from his masculine beauty. It was a wonder Namjoon could
keep his hands off the man. “How did that go?”

Jungkook bit his bottom lip. “Good. Mostly.” He huffed and slumped his shoulders. “I probably
fucked up, asking about Minji’s mom.”

“No, you didn’t, Kook. He didn’t run out on you, right?” Namjoon said as he rested his
palm over Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook mumbled a ‘no.’ “Then you didn’t fuck up. It’s a touchy
subject”

“And it’s touchy no matter who brings it up.” Jin added. “I guess you’ll see if you really
messed up based on how he reacts when he sees you next.” Jin glanced away as he added, “in a
couple hours.”

After his lunch with Jungkook, Jimin wasn’t any less distracted—probably more
distracted if he were to be honest. To have the beautiful, bunny-faced boy come out to him didn’t
help in his mission to not be drawn to the man. Of course, he had his suspicions—his ‘gaydar’ had
always pretty reliable—but to know for sure just left his head screaming for Jimin to just do
something.
 On the short walk back to the dojang Jimin replayed everything about their lunch
together—the gazes, the soft touches, how the space around them filled with laughter, the way
Jungkook smiled when talking about Minji, the way Jimin wasn’t afraid to be honest with him. At
least, not in the way he usually was. And Jungkook handled everything so well, so
compassionately. Jimin scoffed, convinced that once the full truth came out that Jungkook wouldn’t
maintain the act. How could he?

“I’m surprised to see you back.” Kihyun teased.

“Why? I’m teaching the 2:30pm class.”

Kihyun smiled. “Figured that boy would have you occupied for a while.”

“Don’t be gross.” Jimin said as he pushed Kihyun’s shoulder. “That’s Minji’s piano
teacher.”

Kihyun leaned against the front counter. “You’re seriously going to try to tell me you
don’t find that man attractive? Even I could see it, and I’m happily committed—to a woman.”

Jimin’s eyes rolled quickly, leave it to Ki to point out his distinct lack of gay tendencies
but then the corner of Jimin’s lip twitched. “I…didn’t say that.”

Raucous laughter rolled out of Kihyun as he punched Jimin’s shoulder. “So, what’s going
on with you two?”

“Nothing. Like I said, he’s Minji’s piano teacher.” And a man I’d like to pin against a
wall and drag my tongue down from neck to—Jimin snapped from his thoughts.

“Looked to me that he’d like to teach you a thing or two as well.” Kihyun waggled his
eyebrows suggestively. “That kid has eyes for you, bad.” Did he? Jungkook was a nice guy—like
an actual, legitimately nice guy—of course it’d be frequently misunderstood as interest. Jimin
wasn’t going to be someone to get his hopes up just because a beautiful man smiled at him.
Besides, even if he did ‘have eyes’ for Jimin it didn’t matter.

“I don’t date Ki.”

“You should.”

“I don’t have time.”

“Literally any of your friends would be happy to watch Minji.” Kihyun pursed his lips as
he watched Jimin close off. “Jimin. You’re allowed to do something for yourself.” Before Jimin
could jump in, he added, “and for Minji.”

“And how, exactly, would me dating be good for Minji?”

“She’d be happy to see you happy, Jimin.”

“Neither of us would be happy to have some guy come in to our lives, convince us to get
attached, only to have them inevitably leave. It’s safer this way.”

“You’re insufferably pessimistic, Jimin.” Kihyun grumbled. Jimin shrugged. “Did you at
least have a nice lunch with him?”
 Jimin paused, seeing Jungkook’s bright smile and delighted eye sparkles in his mind. He
brought his thumb to his mouth and chewed the side of it absentmindedly before his lips curled up.
“I did.”

“Maybe you should try dinner next time.”

Jimin snapped from his thoughts and laughed as he threw a random sash from the counter
at Kihyun. “There’s not going to be a next time!” He took a deep breath. “I need to get ready for
class. Do something productive with your time, yeah? Instead of harassing your boss.”

Just as Jimin turned into the changing room he heard Kihyun’s voice chase him, “When’s
the last time you got laid Park Jimin!?”

“You’re fired!” Jimin yelled back.

“And then Han chased me yelling ‘I’m like the Hulk, you won’t like me when I’m angry’
but then I told him, I don’t like you anyway!” Jimin fought a chuckle. “But he started it, daddy, I
don’t know why Miss Lee put me in timeout when it was Han that was being rude.”

“Well, Doodle-bug, sometimes it can hurt people’s feelings when we say we don’t like
them.” Jimin said as they walked hand in hand towards the back gate of Namjoon and Jin’s house.

“So I’m supposed to lie!? Daddy, you told me that lying was bad!”

“Well,” Jimin licked his lip before biting it, contemplating how to proceed. “It’d only be
lying if you said that you liked them when you didn’t. So, if you don’t say one way or the other—if
you liked them or not—then it’s not actually lying.” He nodded, proud of his rationale. “So, we
don’t purposely hurt people by telling them we don’t like them, but we don’t lie by saying we do
like them. Make sense?”

“Not really.” Minji grumbled. Jimin pushed the gate open, shaking his head at the whole
situation. As they stepped through Minji squealed. “Kookie!!” Minji released Jimin’s hand in an
instant and dropped her backpack as she ran up the deck stairs and towards Jungkook.

Jungkook, stunned by the appearance of both Jimin and Minji only had half a second to
respond. Minji clomped up the stairs as Jungkook lowered himself into a low squat, opening his
arms as Minji barreled into him. He laughed joyfully, his eyes fell closed as he wrapped his arms
around her small body as she latched her arms around his neck.

Jimin stalled just inside the gate, watching the scene unfold. His heart stuttered as he
fought to make sense of Jungkook being there, as well as the fondness emanating from him as he
embraced Minji. He bent down and grabbed Minji’s backpack before making his way to the deck
where everyone was. He caught Jin’s eye and flicked his gaze to Jungkook, questions burning in his
chestnut eyes.

“Jimin, perfect timing, I was just about to prep the chicken. Come with me?” Jimin
glanced down to where Jungkook was still excitedly chatting with Minji. He remained crouched
down, but his arms were no longer wrapped around her—causing an odd sense of relief and
yearning in Jimin. They were animatedly discussing the day, Jimin catching bits of her story about
Han.
 “Next time just tell him that he might be like Hulk, but you’re Storm, Mistress of the
Elements. Most would call Storm unassuming and non-threatening, but she could strike Hulk down
with a lightning strike, and still maintain her temper.” Jungkook winked at Minji and she giggled,
nodding along.

Jimin bit his lip as his heart clenched and beat erratically against his chest. He looked
back to Jin, eyes wide. Jin nodded towards the patio door and Jimin silently followed. The door slid
shut behind them and Jimin lowered himself onto a stood at the kitchen island. “I didn’t realize
he’d be here.”

“Came by unannounced this afternoon.” Jimin nodded. “Do—would you like me to ask
him to leave?”

“Jin. No. No of course not. He’s your family. It’s fine. I was just…surprised.”

“I imagine he came for the same reason you asked to have dinner with us.” Jin
commented flippantly.

“And what reason might that be?”

“To process your lunch date.” Jin said casually as he pulled the chicken quarters from the
refrigerator.

“It was not a date.” Jimin said evenly. Jin hummed in response. “It wasn’t!” When he
didn’t get any further response, he lowered his voice. “Did he think it was?”

“Do you want him to?”

“I literally just said it wasn’t a date. Why would you think I would want him to think it
was a date?” Jimin asked as he threw his hands up.

“Because I think you like him.” Jin said casually.

Jimin coughed and sputtered. “I—why—what?”

“Oh my God, you’re adorable.” Jin cooed as he ruffled Jimin’s hair. Jimin narrowed his
eyes at him. “Jimin, I haven’t seen you look at someone the way you look at Jungkook
since….well…I’ve never seen you look at someone—other than Minji—with that kind of
fondness.”

Jimin chewed his bottom lip. “He’s nice.”

“He is.”

“He’s a great teacher for Minji.” Jin nodded and hummed, waiting for Jimin to continue.
“He makes both of us laugh.” He sighed. “He’s so young though, Jin. Shit, the last thing he’d want
to do is get wrapped up in dating a single dad. He should be partying at the clubs downtown with
all his twenty-year-old friends.”

Jin laughed, choking on air through the squeaks. “Jimin, Jesus Christ, you’re talking like
you’re forty! Just because you’re a dad doesn’t mean you couldn’t go out to clubs too if you
wanted. Kookie is more an avid movie watcher than a clubber though.” He winked at Jimin.
 “I guess…that’s good to know?”

The sound of the sliding door stopped Jin from making any further comments. Jimin
glanced over his shoulder to see a sheepish looking Jungkook peeking his head in. “Hey Jin, Minji
was wondering if you had a juice box? I mean—if that’s okay with Jimin, of course.” He bit his lip
as his eyes met Jimin’s.

Jimin shook his head lightly, forcing himself to focus for a second. “Of course.” Jin
grabbed a juice box from the refrigerator and stepped past Jungkook. “She doing alright out there?”

“Oh yeah! We’re just catching up. Not like I didn’t just see her yesterday.” He grinned,
his eyes bright. Jimin fought to keep his sigh internal. “She’s disappointed Kakuna isn’t here
though.”

Jin snuck past Jungkook, juice box in hand as Jungkook shuffled further in and leaned
against the kitchen island Jimin sat at. “That does not surprise me.” Jimin hid his smile behind his
hand. “Where is she anyway? Kakuna I mean.”

“Ah, doggie daycare.” Jungkook said as he seemed to move almost imperceptibly closer
to Jimin. “As lazy as she seems, she’d destroy my apartment if I left her home alone all day.”
Jungkook laughed. “I love her though. I’d be bored out of my mind without that little goof to keep
me entertained.”

“Bored? Surely you have things that keep you busy.” Jimin leaned his elbow on the
countertop, chin in his palm as he looked up at Jungkook. He licked his lower lip slowly as he
caught sight of a small, delectable mole just under Jungkook’s lip.

Jungkook chuckled. “I’m not quite sure what your implying—but really, I’m mostly a
homebody. I spend a lot of time getting close and personal with my Netflix account and composing
music with Yoongi. Except when it comes to food. I may or may not have a bit of a problem with
eating out. I love trying new restaurants. There’s this new French bistro I want to try.” Jimin
noticed the tips of Jungkook’s ears get pink and he coughed into his hand.

“So you’re a foodie?” Jimin teased.

Jungkook hummed shortly as he contemplated the question and nodded softly. “I guess I
should start a blog then, huh?” Jimin’s laughter started small and giggly until Jungkook joined him.
Jimin swore he could get lost in the way Jungkook’s eyes lit up animatedly when he laughed. His
face, so overcome with joy, cheeks pink and pulled tight to expose that adorable smile…Jimin felt
himself getting lost in that as well.

Jungkook righted himself and cleared his throat. “I really did have a great time with you
at lunch today.”

Jimin felt his stomach clench and heart thump heavily. Don’t do this, Kook. Don’t ruin
this. He realized he didn’t want to have to say no but knew he would.

“Me too.” Jimin squeaked out.

Emboldened by Jimin’s similar sentiment, Jungkook continued down the path Jimin
feared. “Maybe, I mean if you want, since I’ll be going there anyway, maybe you—”
 “Jungkook.” Jimin tried to interrupt.

“Maybe you and Minji would like to come with me.”

Jimin was halted, stunned. His face fell, unreadable to Jungkook. His gaze flicked over
Jungkook’s face. “M-me and Minji?”

“Yes?” Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek. Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything.
Oh, this is awkward. You’re so fucking stupid Kook, what the hell were you thinking. Hoseok—
Jimin’s BEST FRIEND TOLD YOU to go slow, get to know him. Why would you think that after one
lunch—

“Okay.”

Jungkook’s scolding, disappointed inner dialogue came to a screeching halt. “Okay?”

“Would tomorrow work? The kids have their first tournament in the morning, but Minji
and I would be free by early evening.” Jimin rubbed his hands together, gliding the pads of his
fingers of the sides of the opposite hand’s fingers. “You could – um – come to the tournament if
you wanted. Jin, Joon and Hobi will be there too.”

“I’d love to, Jimin. I’m sure you’re a great instructor and I bet all the kids love you.”

Seriously, can his eyes get any brighter and more innocent? Jimin was offended but
endeared. “Eh, some of them find me entirely too strict. But all in all they seem to like me.”

“As if anyone could blame them.” Jungkook said softly.

“Daddy!” Minji called through a grunt as she pulled the sliding door open. “Uncle Joonie
wants the chicken!” Jimin rushed to get off the stool and grab the platter of prepped chicken as
Minji reached for Jungkook’s hand. “Come on Kookie.”

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder towards Jimin, a charmed smiled dancing through all
his features. “I’m right behind you.” Jimin promised. He paused for a second after they passed
beyond the threshold, allowing his body to slump back against the counter. “What the fuck are you
doing, Park Jimin?”

Chapter End Notes

Sorry, it's about 500 words shorter than usual... but it felt like a natural place to finish the
chapter.
 Chapter 8
Chapter Notes

Happy Easter!! This chapter is a fair chunk longer than usual, I hope you enjoy!!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Much to Minji’s dismay, the next morning was another early one for them despite it being Saturday.
They had stayed up too late after an incredibly social and chatty dinner with Namjoon, Jin, and
Jungkook. Namjoon was relentless with his embarrassing stories about Jungkook, turning him into
a babbling, flustered mess. Jimin’s abs ached from laughing so hard and was thankful for Joon’s
obvious play at highlighting all of Jungkook’s humanity and endearing imperfections.

Jungkook had approached Jimin as he was putting together some leftovers that Jin
insisted he and Minji take home. “Jimin.” His voice was low, soft, a touch apprehensive. He moved
in slowly, standing close enough that Jimin caught his comforting, warm scent of coffee, pastries,
and a hint of fruity floral notes. Jimin’s skin tingled with his proximity. “I just—I just wanted to
apologize again, for making things weird at lunch.”

“Jungkook, it’s fine. You didn’t make things weird.” Jimin said with a small glance at the
younger man.

“I kinda did. I just want you to know, I don’t expect you to tell me anything you’re not
comfortable with ok? I didn’t mean to be nosy.”

Jimin had turned to face Jungkook. “When it comes to me and Minji, everyone’s a bit
curious. I pretty much expected it.”

Jungkook had reached out for Jimin’s hand, Jimin allowed the gentle caress over the tops
of his knuckles before Jungkook threaded their fingers together. He took in a shaky breath before
looking up to Jungkook. “I don’t need to know, Jimin. Because it’s just you and Minji now—and
that’s who I want to know. I don’t need to know about Yungmi unless you want to tell me about her.
And if you never want to tell me, that’s perfectly ok.”

Jimin swallowed thickly over the growing lump in his throat. “Kook.” His voice was
tight.

“I just want to take you and Minji to dinner, ok? We don’t need to know anything beyond
that right now.”

Jimin squeezed Jungkook’s fingers between his as he nodded. “Okay.”

“Daddy, are you ready?” Minji asked as she snuck between Jimin and Jungkook. She
glanced up at where Jungkook still had a hold of Jimin’s hand and smiled. Jungkook’s face flushed
deeply as he cleared his throat and let go of Jimin’s hand.

“Yep, baby, I’m ready.” His hand dropped and caressed the top of her head.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow then.” Jungkook said. “What time again?”

“Tournament starts at 9am.” Jimin smiled.

“Kookie, you’re coming tomorrow? Uncle Jinnie, Uncle Joonie, and Uncle Hobi are
coming too!” Minji looked up at him, eyes wide and excited.

Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror her excitement. “I am! I can’t wait to see you
compete! I bet you’re going to do so well. I’ll be sure to rest my voice so I can cheer extra loud.”
Minji giggled at Jungkook.
 “Goodnight, Jungkook.” Jimin said softly, drinking in his image one last time—his happy
eyes, fluffy light brown hair, and bright smile. Jimin glanced down at his hand, still placed on the
edge of the counter, feeling the ghost of the sensation of his skin on his. His hand burned to feel the
warm softness of Jungkook’s skin again.

“Goodnight Jimin.” He all but whispered before looking down at Minji and ruffling her
hair. “Goodnight Minji.”

“Night Kookie!”

Jimin laid in bed for what felt like ages after getting Minji settled, unable to calm his
mind. He couldn’t quite make sense as to why Jungkook was bothering with him. Surely he could
do better. Was it a challenge for Jungkook? To hook up with a single dad? Jimin wasn’t about to be
an experiment or game for him—not when Minji’s heart would be involved too. No. If Jungkook
wanted to move forward he better be damn sure he knew what he was signing up for. Jimin was a
package deal. But then, even that thought stopped him. Because Jimin wasn’t sure if he’d be open
to listening to Jungkook if he tried to say that he was ready to move forward with a serious
relationship. Jimin knew though, that he couldn’t date—not casually. Not when Minji already knew
and adored the guy. He’d need to get ahead of this and stop it before it moved any further.

Jimin’s throat tightened and his eyes burned at the thought. But he was selfish for even
considering wanting it. It wasn’t about him—hadn’t been for five years.

He wiped the frustrated tears away before they could fall. He heard his phone buzz on the
headboard. He pulled it down, glanced at the time 12:16am and then the notification.

JK: Hey. What are Minji’s favorite flowers?

Jimin stared at the screen, the tears rushed back—and overwhelming flood of hope,
confusion, disbelief, and fondness. Jungkook was unbelievable in the best of ways.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Well, she likes Snapdragons because of the name, but likes the
looks of Ranunculus flowers.

JK: Perfect! Thanks! Now get some sleep, it’s much too late for you to still be up.

ColdBrewSweetCream: The night before tournaments is always difficult. Always sure

I’ll forget something.

JK: Everything will be fine, Jimin. Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, that was going to be easier said than done—especially after that.
 Minji groaned as she padded down the stairs. “Daaaddddy. Do we have to go?”

Jimin turned his head over his shoulder where he stood at the stove, smiling at Minji’s
bedhead. “Yes, Minnie, we have to go. Come on, let’s eat some breakfast.”

Even though the tournament didn’t start until 9am, Jimin and Minji would have to be
there much earlier. Joon and Jin would meet them there, so at least Minji could relax and maybe
catch a nap before it actually started, but Jimin had to be there early to greet and prepare his
students. As well as get ready for his own demonstration. His nerves had multiplied exponentially
after he invited Jungkook.

Jungkook paced in front of the flower coolers at the florist closet to the events center that
the tournament was being held at. “Do you have any questions, sir?” A sweet older lady had asked
gently.

“I need two bouquets.” He said. “I want one with pink Ranunculus flowers, white
Carnations, and Daisies please.”

“A beautiful mix. And very sweet as well.” She smiled. “You’re aware of the meanings?”

“Of course.” Jungkook said with a sincere smile.

“And your second?”

“White Chrysanthemums, Salmon colored roses, white Jasmine, and Valerian. And of
course a nice mix of greens in each as well.”

“Of course.” The lady gave him a knowing smile as she started to pull stems from the
buckets. Jungkook paced around the store as he waited, wondering if he was being to forward by
doing this. He was willing to tell Jimin in any way necessary that his intentions were honest and
that he was ready to see where things might go with them. He didn’t want to be pushy, but he hoped
his transparency would benefit him in the long run.

“Jungkook!” He heard his cousin call out as he approached the event center. He jogged
over, glancing around to make sure Jimin and Minji weren’t present yet. Namjoon glanced at the
bouquets in Jungkook’s arms. “Wow.”

Jungkook’s face paled. “Too much isn’t it?” He swallowed thickly as his palms started to
sweat. Jesus, what was he thinking?
 “Kook, no. No, they’re beautiful. I don’t know the last time Jimin got flowers.” He gave
him a gentle, reassuring smile. “And such meaningful ones too.” Jungkook could feel the tips of
his ears burn.

“Are they here yet?”

“Yep, Jimin is down on the main floor with his students, Minji is with Jin taking a nap. I
was sent to wait for you and Hobi.” He glanced down at his phone. “He should be here within ten
minutes, he said parking was a nightmare.” Jungkook nodded as Namjoon pulled a schedule out.
“Minji’s age bracket starts at 10:00am. The second group after the starting ceremony.”

“She’s going to do so well.” Jungkook said confidently.

“Most likely.” Joon laughed.

“Joon!” Jungkook turned to the sound of Hoseok’s excited voice. Hoseok’s stride faltered
just barely before he hurried to their sides. “Jungkook.” He glanced to the bouquets still nestled in
the crook of Jungkook’s right arm and Jungkook instantly felt his nervousness return. A bright
smile spread over Hobi’s face, settling Jungkook some. “It’s nice to see you here.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook hated how unsure his voice sounded.

“Definitely.” Hoseok confirmed as he slung his arm over Jungkook’s shoulders and
pulled him to walk towards the entrance. “Jimin knows you’re coming?”

“Uh, yeah, he’s the one that invited me?”

Hoseok’s laughter took Jungkook by surprise. “Oh that little minx…but like, a manly
minx.” He continued to laugh, and Jungkook wasn’t exactly sure if he should be laughing along.

“A manx?” Jungkook offered.

Hoseok howled before coughing through his raucous laughter. “That’s brilliant. Yes.
Jiminie is our little manx.” Namjoon led them towards their seats. They had the center set up in
such a way that the seating was found a floor level above where the students would be competing.
Jungkook nestled his bouquets under his seat and glanced down to the bustling floor below. He
spotted Jimin and his students in a group by the far left corner. Namjoon really did pick the best
seats—at least in Jungkook’s opinion. Jimin stood next to his group, a tall flag stood behind them
with Park Dojang printed out in bold red lettering. His face was even as he stood tall, surely giving
some kind of inspirational speech to his kids. When he noticed that one of his smallest students,
likely only around three or so, was extra nervous he knelt and held their hands in his as he assured
that they’d do fine and that he would be proud of them no matter what. At least, that’s what
Jungkook imagined he was saying. And based on how the small child nodded as they stood taller
and more confidently, Jungkook was sure he wasn’t far off on the contents of Jimin’s little speech.

Jungkook’s eyes glanced around the mats that took up the majority of the floor below
them. There was a total of eight large white circles on black mats. Judges took their place at each
one. Different dojangs stood by their respective flags, stretching and going through forms and
combinations. “Oh! There’s Jin and Minji!” Joon said as he shouldered into Jungkook and pointed
towards a side door. Jin waved back before pulling on Minji’s hand and then pointing up for her to
where her biggest fans sat.
 Jungkook stood quickly and leaned forward on the railing, waving at her. “Minji!
Fighting!!”

Minji’s face lit up as she watched Jungkook make a fool of himself to wish her luck. She
waved with both hands as she hopped excitedly. He happily waved back some more before being
pulled back by Hoseok. “Oh my God, you’re so embarrassing.” He laughed.

“Shut up.” Jungkook laughed in return. “I’m excited.”

“Clearly.” Hobi snorted.

Jimin did not miss the moment. Like magnet pulled to another, Jimin seemed to just
know the moment Minji stepped into the room—despite its massive size. He turned towards the
door he knew Jin would have brought her through just in time to watch him point upwards, Minji’s
gaze following. Jimin’s eyes followed as well to see Namjoon and Hobi waving back from their
seats in the front row. Jungkook however, leapt up from his seat and rushed to the railing, waving
frantically. He looked ridiculous and Jimin hid his laughter behind his hand. “Minji! Fighting!!”
Jungkook yelled as he fist pumped.

“Oh my God.” Jimin chuckled. Minji loved it just as much, her face radiant and
delighted. After Jungkook got pulled back and reseated Jimin turned his attention back to his baby
girl. She spotted him across the mat but knew better than to run across. She pulled Jin behind her as
she trudged around the mats, through groups of students and judges until she was close enough to
let go of Jin and run to her dad.

“Hey Doodle-bug.” Jimin greeted happily as he scooped her up and kissed her firmly on
the cheek. “You ready?”

“Yep!” She said firmly. “Daddy, Kookie is here! Did you see him? He’s up there!” She
pointed up to where he was sitting, his gaze still beautifully locked on Jimin and Minji.

“I see him.” He said with a small smile.

“You need to wave so he knows you see him, daddy.” She urged as she pulled his hand up
and waved with her other. Jimin dropped his face away from Jungkook in embarrassment before
licking his lips, taking a deep breath and turning back to wave with Minji. Jungkook’s smile
expanded—though Jimin wasn’t sure how that was possible—as he waved to them both.

“Alright.” Jimin said as he put Minji down. “Time to stretch.” He patted her bottom as he
motioned to where her classmates were stretching out. Jin wished Jimin good luck, telling him he’d
be up with the rest of the crew. Jimin thanked him for staying with Minji and gave him a quick hug.

“He’s here.” Kihyun commented from Jimin’s side as he gazed up to Jimin’s small group
of supporters.

“He is.” Jimin confirmed, praying that he could keep his face stoic and unreadable.

“That’s a first.”

“He’s a friend.”
 “I thought he was just Minji’s piano teacher.” Jimin chewed his bottom lip as he
narrowed his gaze on Kihyun.

The opening ceremony included impassioned speeches around the importance of martial
arts and community, as well as the rich history of Taekwondo. The ceremony closed with a
traditional Drum Dance that led into a full Korean Lion Dance, a beautiful display of cultural pride.
Afterwards, Grand Master Chou and Grand Master Park were invited to the center of the mat for a
display of skill. Master Chou went first, a stunning presentation of bo staff work. Jungkook was
reminded of how he watched Jimin do the same with another instructor just the day before.

Jimin brought with him to the center mat a sword. Not some kind of stick in the form of a
sword. No. And honest to Christ sword. Jungkook turned to Namjoon, clutching his arm. “A
fucking sword? He can’t be serious.”

Jin giggled from the other side of Namjoon. “Look how worried he is, babe, it’s so cute.”

“No seriously, what is he going to do with a sword!?”

“Jimin’s great with a sword.” Hobi said from Jungkook’s other side. “You’re gonna love
it.”

Jimin took his stance in the center, bowing deeply to each direction. He pulled the sword
from its sheath, sliding it along the palm of his hand. The moment smooth, calm, ominous before
Jimin then launched himself into a full aerial, landing smoothly while swinging the sword.
Jungkook gasped as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s form. Jimin yelled, swung,
switched hands and grips, kicked, and leapt seamlessly. It was when he threw the sword up that
Jungkook squeaked and gripped Namjoon’s hand. “OhmyGod.” He breathed.

“He’s fine.” Namjoon assured with a chuckle.

Sure enough, Jimin finished with a grand flourish and Jungkook cheered as loud as he
dared without drawing too much attention to himself. “That was amazing. He’s amazing. Holy shit.
Did you see that?”

“He’s so gone.” Jin laughed.

Jungkook somehow willed himself to calm down after Jimin’s stunning display of skill,
lethality, and grace. He settled in and watched the first age bracket; tiny children that Jungkook was
certain couldn’t even be in school yet. “They’re so cute!” He gushed. “And look at Jimin.” He loud
whispered towards Joon. “He’s such a good teacher.”

“There he goes again.” Jin laughed as he leaned back to meet Hobi’s eye behind Joon and
Jungkook.

“It’s pretty endearing, isn’t it?”

“The best is that he doesn’t even seem to try to hide it anymore. Though, I’m not sure he
ever did.”
 Jungkook groaned but didn’t take his eyes off the students or their teacher. “I can hear
you, you know.”

“Is that so? I wasn’t sure we’d be heard over the singing of bells that comes every time
you see Jimin.” Jin teased—a jab at the common rom-com theme of lovers hearing bells when their
destined partner appears.

Jungkook reached over Namjoon and pinched Jin’s thigh. “Funny.”

“Can you kids save it for later? Minji’s age bracket is starting.” Namjoon said evenly—
effectively shutting everyone up. Jungkook scooted to the edge of his seat.

Minji was in a group of nine other kids, ages five to seven. They each took turns coming
forward and presenting a combination of moves, their little voices echoing off the walls. Minji was
so precise and sharp, loud voice and intimidating facial expressions—definitely her father’s
daughter. And true to his word, Jungkook clapped enthusiastically and cheered as loud as possible
at the end of her demonstration. Jimin glanced up with an amused smile, bringing a hasty and deep
flush to Jungkook’s face.

The judge took only a few minutes to contemplate the rankings. The kids stood at
attention waiting to hear if they did well enough for one of the shiny medals hanging tantalizing
from the judge’s arm. “Fourth place goes to Sung Jinae.” A pause for the small girl to walk up and
have the medal placed around her neck to the sound of polite applause. “Third place, Jung Hawoo.
Second place, Kang Soo.” Jungkook clung on to Namjoon’s hand chanting a soft ‘please please
please.’ And when they announced, “First place, Park Minji.” Jungkook launched out of his seat
with the rest of Minji’s cheering section, screaming and hooting as they waved their hands and
blew kisses to the small girl.

Minji gracefully accepted her medal, bowed to her competitors and the judge before
stepping off the mat and running into Jimin’s arms. Once picked up she turned to her small cheer
section and waved with one hand while holding up her medal with the other.

Shortly after, Hobi left to go collect Minji from the main floor and bring her back to the
crew where they were to watch the rest of the tournament. She scampered towards them excitedly.

“Minji, you did so well! You must have practiced so much!” Jin said as he hugged her
tightly.

“So proud of you Minnie.” Joon said when she was passed to him.

And then she stood in front of Jungkook. He wanted to embrace her as well, but was
keenly aware of everyone’s eyes on him and he was suddenly unsure. Fortunately, Minji was ready
to make the decision for him. She threw her little arms around his neck. “That was so awesome
Minji.” Jungkook said softly. “Oh!” Jungkook said as she pulled away. He reached under his chair
and pulled out her flowers.

“They’re so pretty!” Minji gushed. “Thank you, Kook!” She took the flowers then
crawled up into his lap. He was stunned for a moment, locking eyes on Hobi before a happy smile
pulled at his lips and he wrapped his arms around her, nestling his chin on her shoulder. He felt
Hobi’s hand squeeze his shoulder.
 Jimin watched from the floor as Minji was embraced and praised by her uncles. And
Jungkook. He, again, wasn’t emotionally prepared to watch Minji easily wrap herself around
Jungkook. He dropped his gaze as he attempted to gather his bearings.

“He got her flowers?” Kihyun gasped from Jimin’s side.

Jimin looked back up and smiled. “It would appear that way.”

“Wow. He really does have it bad, doesn’t he?” He placed his arm over Jimin’s shoulder.

“I don’t know.” He said softly. His voice tightening as he watched Minji pull herself up
and into Jungkook’s lap.

“She seems to have it bad too.” Ki chuckled. “Looks like they’re just waiting on you.”

Jimin wasn’t ready. As he tried to inconspicuously watch upstairs his mind started to
wander. His heart stuttered as he watched them together, the ease and comfort they had together.
Minji’s bright smile, and the way Jimin could tell she was laughing. Joon and Hobi taking turns
teasing her as she remained in Jungkook’s lap. Jin looking on, amused. Jimin couldn’t help but feel
that this was what it was supposed to look like. Someone that had the role of Minji’s other parent,
someone that took turns with him being the one to shower her with love and affection. Someone to
attend her events and cheer her on without any shame. She’d always had that with Hobi, and then
later Joon and Jin. But Jimin would be lying if he said he didn’t also want someone that seemed to
be enamored with him as well. He met Jungkook’s eye and got a wink in return. Yeah, that could
be nice.

The day dragged on a bit, and at one point Jimin noticed that Minji was gone, as well as
Jungkook. His eyes widened, flicking along his friends. Hobi noticed and gave the thumbs up sign,
then mimicked the motion of eating. Jimin sighed in relief, realizing that Jungkook had taken Minji
to get something to eat.

“Oh God. He took her to get something to eat.” He ran his hands over his face.

“What?” Ki asked from beside him.

“Jungkook. Took Minji to get something to eat.”

“Dude. I’m telling you.” He looked over to Kihyun and Ki’s expression softened. “I get
that you aren’t ready to see it, but that could really end up being something good.”

“It could end up being something bad too. I-I already failed once.” Jimin wrung his hands
together.

“Jimin. That wasn’t your fault. She made a choice. A horrible, shitty choice. But one that
was ultimately hers. You’ve suffered long enough, don’t you think?”

After final awards for the upper divisions the crowd started to disperse and Jimin’s crew
came down to the main floor. “Another great show of your talent, Chim.” Hobi said as he embraced
his best friend. “Your students did quite well, great placements.”

“I’m very proud of them.” Jimin agreed.

 “Daddy! Look at the pretty flowers Kookie got me!” Minji exclaimed as she held out her
bouquet in one hand, her other still holding tight to Jungkook. Jungkook turned bashful and turned
his gaze down.

“They’re lovely, Minnie! And smell so nice!” He said as he squatted and examined the
fragrant bunch, noting the mix of species featured. It was not lost on Jimin that Jungkook had
presented Minji a bouquet speaking to her sweet innocence and charm. He looked up to Jungkook,
noticing his shy smile—bottom lip pulled under his adorable bunny teeth.

“I, uh—” Jungkook stuttered before taking a deep breath. “These are for you. Didn’t want
you to feel left out.” Jungkook pulled a full, rich, exquisite bouquet from behind his back.

Jimin slowly rose from his position and reached out for the flowers. “Kook.” He nestled
his face into the bouquet, drawing in the light, sweet scent of the bunch—dominated by roses and
jasmine. He reviewed the main stems in the bouquet and his heart tightened, his throat dried and his
eyes threatened to well. He met Jungkook’s wide, anxious eyes. “Thank you. They’re…they’re
perfect.” You might be perfect.

“Any celebration plans?” Hobi asked.

Jimin snapped his eyes back to Jungkook and blushed. “Uh, Jungkook is taking me and
Minji to a new restaurant he wants to try.”

“Oh?” Jin posed.

“Yep. So I guess we should probably get going soon, huh?” Jimin said, hoping to avoid
any further and potentially embarrassing questions from his best friends. He leaned closer to
Jungkook. “You could, um, come back to my place if you want while Minji and I get changed.”

Jimin’s house. Jungkook breathed deeply, delighted to be invited into a more intimate and
personal space of Jimin’s life. Playing nonchalance, he simply replied, “Sure.”

Jimin buried his nose into the bouquet once again before taking Minji’s hand and leading
Jungkook out, bidding his friends a last farewell.

Chapter End Notes

Flowers can have very deep meaning and messages for the recipients. Jungkook was aware of
this when he designed the bouquets for Minji and Jimin.

Minji's bouquet: Pink Ranunculus (I'm dazzled by your charms), white carnations (you're
sweet), daisies (represent innocence)

Jimin's bouquet: White Chrysanthemums (honesty), salmon colored roses (desire and
excitement), white Jasmine (sweet love), and Valerian (readiness)
 Chapter 9

Jimin had always found using his car around the city a bit bothersome, traffic was always a
nightmare, but the public transport was consistent—a no brainer as far as he was concerned. For the
tournament however, the car was a better idea as he needed to transport materials. Bringing a sword
onto a train was typically frowned upon. Jungkook gave a low whistle when they approached it.
“This was not what I envisioned as a dad car.” He laughed.

“Were you expecting a van?”

 Jungkook laughed harder. “I don’t think so? Just…not this!” He said as he waved his
hands towards and around the AMG E 53 Mercedes. Jimin quirked his eyebrow at him. “It uh, it
suits you though.” Jimin hummed.

“I liked the safety ratings.” Jimin said as he slid his and Minji’s bags into the trunk.

Jungkook smiled softly, of course he liked the safety ratings. The more Jungkook paid
attention, the more he noticed that every single thing Jimin did seemed to revolve around Minji.
For a moment he was a touch envious, wishing his parents had had the same inclination. As Jimin
arranged the materials in the trunk Minji opened the back door and climbed into her booster seat.
“Kookie, I can’t reach the buckle.”

“Oh, okay. Here…” He took a deep breath, flustered just a bit with doubts of if he’d do it
correctly. He pulled the seatbelt forward and across her chest.

“It’s gotta go through here.” She pointed to the notch to the left side of her. “So it doesn’t
get my neck.”

“Ah, yes, of course.” Jungkook said, thankful for her direction, as he maneuvered the belt
through the notch and to the latch. He clicked them together and pulled to make sure it was secure.
“All set?”

Minji double checked his work and gave a nod. “All set.”

As the trunk of the car had eased itself closed Jimin caught sight of Jungkook helping
Minji get into her seat. He was so utterly focused on his task that he didn’t notice Jimin watching
from the side. As Jungkook finished, checked his work, and then eased himself back out of the car
Jimin was overcome with the desire to step to his side and embrace him, run his hands through his
fluffy, beautiful hair, and kiss him softly.

Fuck. Stop. Stop it right now.

Jungkook turned and saw Jimin, an embarrassed flush of pink covering his skin from his
neck to his ears. “You might want to double check my work.” He said before biting his bottom lip,
and God the things that did to Jimin were not good for his health.

Jimin drove them to his house, Minji carrying the conversation almost single-handedly.
Jungkook happily chatted along, catching Jimin’s eye on occasion and giving a knowing smile.
Almost as if he knew that his charms were worming their way into Jimin’s heart. There was
something warm and comfortable about the three of them in the car, something Jimin hadn’t felt
since Yungmi. Though, if he was honest, even with Yungmi there wasn’t quite as much warmth.
Jimin had wondered if she felt stuck after having Minji as her demeanor towards him turned icy
and detached. But the same could have been said about her demeanor with Minji—and that had
broken Jimin’s heart even more.

Jimin pulled into the driveway of his house and stepped out. Jungkook followed, albite a
touch slower as he drank in the perfect image of domesticity in front of him. Minji, after being let
out of the car by Jimin, scampered through the front yard and up the wooden stairs that led to a
massive wrap around porch. “You coming?” Jimin asked from his side, snapping Jungkook from
his stunned state.

“Y-yeah.”

“Please don’t judge me, the last couple days have been hectic—not much time to clean.”
Jungkook followed Jimin up to the adorable craftsman bungalow. It was large, but not overbearing.
Welcoming and warm on the outside, Jungkook was bursting with anticipation to see the inside.
Jimin swung the door open and ushered Jungkook in as Minji toed off her shoes.

The home was just as inviting on the inside as it was on the outside, perhaps even more-
so with the lived in, comfortable feel. Calming greys greeted them on the walls, the original
woodwork a dark and rich contrast bursting with character. Jungkook also toed off his shoes,
setting them aside before following Jimin further into the house. Just past the foyer was an
expansive great room, tidy and homey. To the right of it, an open kitchen. “Your home is beautiful,
Jimin.” Jungkook said as he slowly turned to him.

Jimin’s cheeks warmed as he smiled. “Thank you. Again, sorry for the mess.” He said as
he strayed to the kitchen and rehung a hand towel that had been sitting on the counter before
reaching under the sink to pull out two vases.

“The mess?” Jungkook chuckled. The pink in Jimin’s cheeks deepened. Jimin worked
hard to keep their house picked up and presentable, call it a residual after-effect (or current effect)
of trying to prove to his father that he was a capable parent. He didn’t like things out of place,
didn’t like the feeling of chaos it would create in his mind. Minji, of course, challenged that on a
regular basis and Jimin worked even harder at allowing her the freedom to be a child but
simultaneously teaching her the importance of chores and organization. He wasn’t ever quite sure if
he was succeeding or not.

“Yeah, uh, we didn’t have much time to clean up after breakfast.”

Jungkook wandered into the kitchen as well and met Jimin at the sink where he added
water to the vases for their bouquets. “Oh,” Jungkook said as he reached in to the sink and grabbed
a bowl as he turned the faucet towards his side of the sink. “You mean the two bowls and spoons in
the sink? It’s absolutely appalling, Jimin.” He continued to rinse the dishes and then turned to Jimin
with a quirk of his brow. Jimin opened the dishwasher to Jungkook’s side and watched in awe as
Jungkook finished rinsing and then placed the bowls inside.

Jimin unwrapped Minji’s bouquet first and arranged it nicely in the vase before doing the
same for his. He smiled softly as he drew in another deep breath, filling himself with the sweet
scent. “Um, I’m going to get changed. You good to hang out here?” He picked up his vase and
nestled it into the crook of his arm, Jungkook’s heart quickened at the implication that the flowers
were going to Jimin’s room.

“I think I should be fine.” Jungkook smiled. Jimin nodded once and made his way to the
stairway. As he went upstairs Jungkook meandered back into the living room. There were two large
built-in bookshelves to either side of the fireplace packed with books. Jungkook pursed his lips as
he knelt to review some of the titles. Jimin had everything from classics like To Kill A Mockingbird,
The Catcher in the Rye, and 1984 to less classic but still intriguing reads such as Ishmael,
Giovanni’s Room, and Every Day. Jungkook smiled as he thought to himself that spending a day
reading with the variety on these shelves would certainly not be a day wasted. He stood and
examined the rest of the space. The walls had a nice balance of tasteful art and family pictures—
almost exclusively of Minji. From a tiny infant bundled in soft blankets, to pictures of her trudging
through mud in someone’s backyard, to her in her taekwondo dobok receiving her first stripe on her
sash. There were also pictures of Jimin and Hoseok in what appeared to be a dance studio, as well
as a picture of Jimin, Minji, and what appeared to be Jimin’s parents. He has his mother’s smile, but
Jimin was right, his father wasn’t exactly the warm and fuzzy type.

“Kookie.” Minji’s soft voice combined with the touch of her hand on his made Jungkook
jump and squeak a bit in surprise. Minji giggled through a grin, pulling at the light blue sundress
she had already changed into. “Want to meet Squirtle?”

“I’d love to meet Squirtle!” Minji grabbed Jungkook’s first three fingers and pulled him
towards the back of the house. Just off the dining room was a sun room filled with arts and crafts
supplies, an easel, and desk. Jungkook was impressed that even a room that was clearly dedicated
to Minji was fairly tidy. To the right of the door was a small, five-gallon tank with a bright, long-
finned fish.

“This is Squirtle.” She said proudly as she let go of Jungkook’s hand and placed her small
palm on the glass. “He’s a Beta-fish.” Squirtle swam to her hand curiously. “Want to see something
neat?”

Jungkook nodded and Minji reached for a small mirror to the side of the tank. She held
the mirror up to the side of the tank and Squirtle swam over, darting back and forth in front of the
mirror before his fins flared out. Even his gills extended out, extra frills showing. “Wow! I’ve never
seen a fish do something like that.”

“He thinks it’s another fish. He wants to fight ‘em.” Minji explained proudly. She placed
the mirror back on the table, face down. “You can’t hold it there for too long, daddy says it stresses
Squirtle out.”

“Your daddy is very smart.” Jungkook said with a fond smile.

“You think so?” Jimin’s teasing voice asked from behind them. Jungkook turned in
surprise, laughing in embarrassment.

“I do.” Jungkook smiled as he took in Jimin’s fresh appearance. Gone was the dobok.
Instead, Jimin was dressed in a pair of sinfully tight jeans that left Jungkook’s mouth watering at
the sight of his thick, muscular thighs. And, as if to balance out the temptation, a cream color
sweater. The balance didn’t quite work for Jungkook though, as he was equally turned on by the
softer aspect—the way the sweater seemed a touch too big, and enveloped Jimin’s hands in little
sweater paws. “You look wonderful.” He said shyly.

Jimin brought his sweater-pawed hand to his face to hide his embarrassed smile but
thanked Jungkook anyway. “You too.”

“What about me?” Minji asked from between them.

They both looked down and smiled. Jimin scooped her up and brushed her hair away
from her face. “You will always be the most beautiful girl in the world.” He assured with a kiss to
her forehead.
 They decided against the car for the trip to the French Bistro. It was too far to walk so
they opted for the train. As they waited on the platform Jimin noticed that as he and Jungkook
chatted, Jungkook’s hand absently played with Minji’s hair. Jimin had never been so overwhelmed
by such a simple act. Even more striking was that it appeared Jungkook didn’t even consciously
realize he was doing it.

They stepped on the train, Minji hopping into Jimin’s lap as Jungkook remained standing
to the front of them. Jungkook was acutely aware of gazes on them, and as they came to their stop
he reached out and placed his palm to the small of Jimin’s back—glancing towards the judgmental
stares in a silent challenge. He’d learned not to be ashamed of his sexuality and despised the looks
of disdain and spite. He was more than proud to be taking Jimin and Minji on a kind-of-sort-of-
maybe date.

Their stop was only a few blocks from the restaurant, and they discussed more about life and
growing up as they walked. “I mean I'm sure they thought they were doing the best for me. And
all things considered I'm pretty well off, it just would’ve been nice to know them you know? I’d
trade half my trust fund to have had a relationship with my parents like Minji has with you.”

“It's a hard balance. You should cut them some slack.” Jimin said as he glanced down to Minji. He
had always struggled to find his balance with Minji, worried that his work schedule took away from
their relationship. And to hear that Jungkook had essentially felt abandoned by his parents due to
how much they worked, well, it didn’t help Jimin’s worry.

“No, of course it’s a hard balance.” Jungkook hastily agreed. “I just wonder if they could
have done their jobs without all the traveling and late hours. And maybe they couldn’t, right? But
when they were home it would have at least been nice to have some interaction with them, some
emotional bonding. But nope, nothing.” He looked at Jimin and then down at Minji, where she
skipped in front of them. “People could learn a lot from you about parenting.”

“I’ve done plenty wrong in five years, Kook.”

“You’ve clearly done plenty right, Jimin. I wish you could see the two of you from the
outside.”

Jimin leaned in closer to him as they continued walking. His shoulder brushed against
Jungkook lightly and before Jimin could talk himself out of it, he linked his arm with Jungkook’s
and rested his head on Jungkook’s shoulder for a quick moment. “Thank you.”

Jungkook fought to make sure his stride didn’t falter at the sudden show of comfort and
perhaps affection. “No need Jimin, I don’t say it to flatter you.” He chuckled. “It’s the truth. I’ve
worked with plenty of kids—I’ve either seen the dynamics with their parents or heard about it, and
trust me, you’re ahead of the game in your parenting skills. You’re present, engaged, enthusiastic,
stern but not mean…at least, from what I’ve seen. And I know Namjoon wouldn’t adore you as
much as he does if you were a bad guy, let alone a bad parent. And Minji—” his eyes lit up as he
turned his attention to her. “she’s absolutely delightful. Smart, funny, kind, creative. I can’t imagine
you didn’t have anything to do with such wonderful traits.”

“Maybe a little.” Jimin laughed.

 “Ah! Here we are.” He stopped in front of a small store front. “Minji, come on back.”
She had gotten only four skips ahead of them and she turned quickly and scampered back.
Jungkook held the door open for them both, and then stepped in behind them.

The trio settled in at a small table towards the back of the bistro. Some may have
considered the bistro to be a bit too fancy for a five-year-old, but she settled right in and excitedly
explored the menu with her dad. “I love chicken daddy.”

“I know you do baby. I think we could share the roasted chicken then.”

“Daddy, I can eat the whole thing.” She said, determination knitted into her brow. “I
worked so hard today I’m starving.” Her brown eyes widened, practically begging for her own
chicken.

Jungkook laughed into his hand, watching the exchange. “She likely did work up a pretty
hefty appetite, Jimin. Anything she doesn’t eat I’ll take as leftovers.” He winked at Jimin and Minji
smiled in triumph when Jimin relented.

As they dined, the conversation danced easily around Minji, Jimin, and Jungkook. Minji
told stories about school and what adventures she wanted to go on next with her dad—the zoo was
at the top of her list. “Daddy, could Kookie come too?”

“I suppose if he didn’t have other plans on that day.” Jimin said, glancing to Jungkook
hoping that the invitation wasn’t unwarranted.

“Only if we get to see the tigers, they’re my favorite.”

“I love tigers too!” Minji agreed. Jimin and Jungkook smiled at each other, an unspoken
agreement.

As Minji turned her attention back to the food in front of her Jungkook talked about how
he wanted to eventually go to university for photography and business management. “Maybe then I
can take ridiculously pretentious photos for my foodie blog.” He joked, eliciting a bout of giggles
from Jimin. Jungkook couldn’t help but light up as he was completely enamored with Jimin’s
laugh.

“I’ve contemplated expanding the dojang. Into other areas, maybe even other cities.”
Jimin said as he sipped his café latte. An extra treat to join the fruit tart they had ordered for
dessert.

“That’s a wonderful idea! I think you’re definitely well on your way to creating a brand
that would be recognizable in the area.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely. And maybe by the time you’re ready to expand there could be a handsome,
friendly business manager ready to assist in your task.”

“Well that sounds lovely, I wonder where I could find such a helpful man?”

“And handsome. Don’t forget, they’re incredibly good-looking.”

 Jimin laughed—full and loud, his eyes disappearing under full, pink cheeks. “Of course,
how could I forget.”

“Daddy, could I teach at a dojang?” Minji asked, just picking up pieces of their
conversation as she nibbled on her tart.

“Of course you could, Minnie.”

“So we’ll all work there!” She declared. Jungkook laughed, looked like Minji was
following the conversation more than she let on.

“She looks like she’s about to pass out.” Jungkook said as he looked down to where Minji
shuffled her feet beside Jimin making their way back to the train station.

“It’s been a long day.”

Jungkook paused, realizing that he’d spent almost twelve hours in the realm of Jimin and
Minji. After dinner they had walked down to the river to feed ducks as the sun set behind them.
Jimin had watched, amused, as Jungkook and Minji tried to lure in the ducks and then ran away
when the ducks got too close and tried to steal the seeds directly from their hands. “Come on
Jungkookie, they’re just ducks!” Jimin had teased. “Have you ever been bitten by a duck? I have!
It’s no fun! I’m merely trying to protect Minji.” Jimin had waved him off with a shake of his head
and more laughter.

“It’s been a great day.” Jungkook said, content.

Jimin flitted his gaze between Jungkook and Minji. “It has.” He stopped and scooped up
Minji as it became apparent that she wouldn’t survive much longer on her feet. Minji’s head almost
immediately fell into the soft expanse between Jimin’s neck and shoulder. Jimin and Jungkook
allowed a comfortable silence wrap around them as Minji drifted off. The walked side by side
down to the platform where they waited for their next train back to their side of the city. Jimin
started to shuffled side to side, trying to ease the strain of holding Minji. Jungkook chewed the
inside of his bottom lip as he debated his next step.

“Is she getting heavy?” He asked.

“Maybe a bit. She’s not staying my little girl as long as I had hoped.” Jimin said with a
sad smile.

“Want me to take her?” Jungkook dropped his gaze from Jimin, more anxious about his
reaction to that question than he’d ever been about his reaction to Jungkook asking him out.

Jimin cocked his head at Jungkook, hoping to read his mind and intentions as his brow
furrowed. “You sure?”

Jungkook shrugged, “Sure. You could use a break, yeah?”

The question might have been simply about holding Minji while they waited for the train,
but the impact hit Jimin harder. Could he use a break? Sure. Did he deserve a break? No. But the
way Jungkook looked at him, softly and with so much fondness brought Jimin to turn towards him.
He gave a small nod and Jungkook reached out for Minji. He grabbed her under her armpits and
draped her a bit over his shoulder, as her legs naturally fell to each side of his waist. He dropped
one strong arm to under her bottom while the other braced against her back. Jungkook closed his
eyes and smiled softly as Jimin fought against tears that he couldn’t quite pinpoint the root of.

Jungkook was beautiful, his eyes smiling as he held Minji and Jimin worried he might
fall for the handsome man.

When they got back to Jimin’s house he took Minji from Jungkook and headed towards
the stairs. “I’m gonna put her to bed. Don’t go anywhere.” Jungkook nodded his understanding and
waited at the front door for Jimin to return. When he did, he seemed a bit nervous. He came to
stand in front of Jungkook, pulling at the hem of his adorable, fuzzy, sweater paws with his head
downcast.

“I really had a great night with you, Jimin.” Jungkook said as he placed his fingers under
his chin, bringing him up to meet his eyes.

“I did too. I really…” He swallowed thickly. “I really appreciate you letting Minji come
along.” He took another step forward and latched his hands behind Jungkook’s neck, pulling him
closer. His fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck and drew in his scent as he nuzzled
against the side of his neck.

“I’d like to do this again. If that’s okay.”

Jimin nodded, his face still nestled on Jungkook’s shoulder. He pulled back, just slightly
and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s cheek. “Goodnight Kookie.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed at the press of Jimin’s full lips. “Goodnight Jimin.”
 Chapter 10
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin decided to take Sunday and spend it with Hobi at what was now his dance studio. The same
studio they had spent endless hours in when they were teenagers, when it belonged to Hobi’s
mother. He dropped Minji off with his mom, needing time to clear his head. He didn’t want Minji
there when he unloaded all his muddled thoughts onto Hoseok in the hopes that he’d have some
direction or advice.
 They’d just spent the last half-hour improvising to a great hip-hop mix that one of
Hoseok’s friends did. Jimin panted before greedily drinking down a bottle of water. “You ready to
talk?” Hoseok asked as he nudged into Jimin.

Jimin raised his eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“You. Talk. Ready?” Hoseok broke it down into tiny pieces, a teasing smirk on his face.
“You think I don’t know you well enough after a dozen years to know when you’re trying to
process through some shit?”

Jimin allowed himself to drop to the floor, sighing. Hoseok followed, nursing his own
bottle of water. “Hobi.” He started slowly. “What do you think of Jungkook?”

“Does it matter what I think?”

“Yes!” Jimin yelled, offended that his best friend would think that his opinion wouldn’t
bear any weight for him.

“I’m not the one he’s interested in though.” Hoseok said as he shrugged. “But, if you
really want to—”

“Of course I do.” Jimin snapped in frustration.

“I think he’s a good kid.”

Jimin sighed, the sound pausing Hobi. “He is a kid isn’t he?” Jimin’s gaze traveled
beyond where his best friend sat.

“You’re not exactly an old man, Jimin. You’re a good kid too.” He hoped his bright smile
would bring Jimin to his senses.

“What am I doing, Hoseok?” He dropped his chin onto his knees that he had pulled up
and wrapped his arms around.

“Honestly?” Jimin nodded. “I think you might finally be acknowledging that there’s more
to you than just being Minji’s amazing dad. I think your deeply buried and ignored sex drive sees
what a stupidly attractive man Jungkook is,” Jimin flushed and laughed. “and is curious. And that’s
okay, Chim. Your ass deserves some love.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Jimin yelled and pushed Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Well, what do I know. Maybe it’s his ass that needs some love.”

Jimin’s laugh finally filled the room. “Oh my God, you’re the worst.” He let his laughter
die down before turning to his best friend. “You’re right though.”

“I usually am.” He said smugly. “About what this time?”

“He is stupidly attractive.” He played with his fingers as his arms remained wrapped
around his knees. His mind retraced the lines of Jungkook’s face, his large bright eyes, his strong
jawline, prominent and handsome nose, the tiny mole that tantalizingly rested just under his lip. “I
kissed him.”
 Hoseok didn’t say anything and it took Jimin half a minute to turn to him. He stared,
mouth comically agape. “I’m sorry? You what now?”

“Just on his cheek!” Jimin clarified.

“His ass cheek?” Hobi was relentless and Jimin snorted as his laughter overtook his body.
“I’d kiss an ass like that, for sure.”

“Oh my God, seriously stop. I’m legit going through some shit here, yeah?”

Hoseok’s laugh died quickly. “You’re right. Sorry, Chim. So you kissed him. On his
cheek.”

“Last night. After dinner. Well, dinner, dessert, and a walk.” He sighed as he once again
fell into his thoughts, replaying each moment that had made his heart stutter. “I haven’t had that
much fun in a long time, Hobi. My face hurts from smiling and laughing so much. Minji…Minnie
fucking adores him. I—I just don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t date, Hobi. I don’t know what this
is with him.”

“You know who might have some insight?”

“Namjoon?” Jimin said hopefully.

Hoseok laughed. “Jungkook.”

“I was afraid you might say that.”

Jungkook stood across from where Yoongi was nursing his coffee at Jungkook’s kitchen counter.
“Kook, you’re twenty-one, don’t you think you’re a bit too young to be considering something
serious with a single dad?”

“I know Yoongs, but God, they’re so wonderful.” His eyes danced as he thought about
the two and the way they’d burrowed deeply into his heart in only a matter of barely a month. “I
know it’s quick, it’s crazy isn’t it?” Yoongi raised his brow in agreement. “He seems so
apprehensive though, and the stuff with Minji’s mom—I can tell there’s so much more there he
won’t talk about.”

Jungkook turned to refill his tea. “I don’t think you need any more tea, you’re twitchy
enough as it is this morning.” Yoongi teased.

“I can’t help it. It was such an amazing day. You know, Minji wants us to go to the zoo
together.”

“You need to slow down, Kook.”

“Yoongi—”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself. Why don’t you just give Jimin some time to take the
lead now, yeah? Let’s see how he’s feeling and where he thinks this is going. He’s clearly enjoying
your company, I’m not denying that—and really who wouldn’t. But you need to wait now.”

Jungkook sat next to Yoongi as he contemplated his advice. “What if he thinks I’m not
interested anymore, if I don’t reach out? I don’t want him to think that spending the day with them
scared me away.” He ran his hand through his hair as he chewed the inside of his bottom lip. “I
mean, especially after he kissed me.”

“He kissed you!? Why didn’t you fucking lead with that!?” Youngi reached out and
pushed him in the shoulder.

“Just on the cheek!” He explained with a flustered smile.

“Trust me, that still counts.”

“He smells so good.” Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes as he relived the feeling of Jimin
pulling him into the embrace—his face nuzzling against his neck, the tightening of his hands at the
back of Jungkook’s head. He wanted so badly to turn his face to capture Jimin’s full lips as they
had pressed against his cheek, but he didn’t want to scare the man away. He’d wait. “And he—he
just fit so perfectly Yoongi.”

“I still think you might be getting ahead of yourself.” Yoongi said. “Maybe take a day
and really think about this. Are you seriously ready to commit to a family? Because considering the
fact that Minji is involved already, I have my doubts he’s just looking for a hook-up, or even just
something casual.”

“Yeah, you might be right.” Jungkook pursed his lips and put his mug in the sink.
“Wanna hear what I’ve been working on?”

“Is that even a question?” Before they were even able to step away from the kitchen the
buzz of Jungkook’s phone on the counter gave them pause.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Hey

ColdBrewSweetCream: Minji is at my mom’s place for awhile. You and Kakuna want to take a
walk with me?

Jungkook looked to Yoongi. “It’s Jimin. He wants to take a walk. Just us.”

“You ready for a talk? Because he wants to talk.” Yoongi said. Jungkook paused. Was he
ready for a talk? It would have to come sooner or later, and he supposed sooner would be better. He
just hoped that Jimin wasn’t going to end this before it even really started.

JK: Sure. When?

ColdBrewSweetCream: Um. Well. I’m outside your place now.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Sorry. That seems creepy.

JK: LOL No it doesn’t. I’m just finishing up brunch with Yoongi.

JK: Want to come up and say hi?

ColdBrewSweetCream: The best friend? Are we that serious already? 😉

Before Jungkook could stumble out a defense Jimin messaged again.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Only fair I guess, since you know most of mine.

Jungkook frantically looked around his place for the best ways to clean up quickly before
Jimin got to his door. After being in his immaculate home, he couldn’t imagine what Jimin must
think about his place. “What are you doing?” Yoongi asked as his brow furrowed.

“Jimin’s here.” Jungkook said in a loud whisper. Kakuna jumped up and jogged to the
door at the sound of the soft knock. Jungkook opened the door and felt the air in his lungs rushing
out in a gasp. He’d never seen Jimin so casual. He had a black beanie pulled over his blonde hair,
an oversized hoodie draped over a sleeveless shirt, and casual track pants.

“Sorry I look so gross.” Jimin chuckled before biting his lip. “I just got done at Hobi’s
studio.”

“Y-you always look great.” Jungkook said softly, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out
loud. Yoongi clearing his throat finally pulled Jungkook from gazing at Jimin. “Oh sorry, come in.”
He said as he stepped back. Jimin smiled, bent down, and scooped up Kakuna before stepping into
the apartment.

“So you’re Jimin.” The short man at the kitchen counter said. His even, collected
expression made a nervous tingle run up Jimin’s spine. But he stood tall, not so easily intimidated.
Though, to be fair, he wasn’t sure that the man was actually trying to intimidate him.

“And you’re Yoongi.”

The man’s lip quirked up. “So you do talk about me, Kook.”

Jungkook laughed. “Probably just about how grumpy and annoying you are.”

“You own the music store, right?” Jimin asked.

“I do.”

Jimin nodded. A man of few words.

“And you own the Park Dojang.” Jimin looked to Jungkook. It shouldn’t surprise him
that he’d talked about him with his best friend, but it warmed his heart nonetheless.

“Yes. Bought it two years ago from my childhood instructor.”

 “Impressive for someone your age. You’re…”

“Twenty-three.” He suddenly felt like he was under interrogation by Jungkook’s parents.

At least, if he didn’t know that his parents likely couldn’t care less who he might possibly be
somewhat dating. Were they dating? Did he want to date him?

Yoongi hummed in contemplation. He looked to Jungkook, narrowed his eyes just a bit
and then flicked them to the room behind where Jungkook stood. “Um, Jimin, I’m gonna get
changed real quick ok?”

Jimin nodded and Jungkook took his leave to his bedroom, but not before a quick non-
verbal warning to Yoongi not to embarrass him. Once he was gone, Yoongi leaned in. “Jimin.” He
said lowly. “Listen, if you came by to let Jungkookie down, just do it gently yeah? He’s really got a
soft spot for you.”

“Let him down?” Jimin asked. He furrowed his brow, that wasn’t why he came at all—
was it? “I didn’t…I’m not sure why…what…we’re j—” He’d almost said that they were just
friends, but the words got stuck with a stunning realization that Jimin was almost certain he didn’t
want to be just friends. Yet, at the same time, he wasn’t sure how to be more.

Yoongi’s lip quirked up in a small smile. “That’s good. Because he really, I mean really,
has a soft spot for you. I’ve never seen him so hung up on someone.” Jimin gave a small nod as he
wrung his hands together.

“Okay, I’m good.” Jungkook announced as he stepped out of his room, the only change
being he now had a hoodie. “You good?” He asked with a pointed look to Yoongi.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He patted Jimin’s shoulder as he stepped away. “I’m sure I’ll see you
around, Jimin. Kook, I’ll be by later?” Jungkook nodded and Yoongi showed himself out.

“I hope he wasn’t too much of an ass.” Jungkook mumbled as he grabbed Kakuna’s leash
from where it hung beside the door.

Jimin chuckled lightly, “No, he’s fine. Just looking out for you.” He stepped to
Jungkook’s side and knelt to clip the end of the leash to Kakuna. He rubbed between her ears then
stood back up to follow Jungkook out. The left the apartment building in silence, both immersed in
their thoughts. Jimin glanced down to where their hands swung beside each other, overcome with
wanting to take Jungkook’s in his. He clenched his jaw, he first needed to figure out what the hell
was going on, what his intentions are. But why couldn’t he get any words to crawl up his throat and
out of his damn mouth?

“Jimin, you okay?” Jungkook asked softly.

Jimin looked to him, took in his soft, worried gaze and swallowed. “I’m not sure.”

They walked further into the park, towards the off leash area for Kakuna. They stepped
through the gate, unclipped Kakuna and made their way to a picnic table in a far corner. Jungkook
sat on the top, placing his feet on the seat. Jimin followed, folding his hands together, rubbing along
each finger with his other hand. Jungkook sensed that he should wait for Jimin to speak, that this
was something he needed to do.
 Jimin looked to Jungkook, his soft hair dancing in the light breezes that flitted around
them as Kakuna made friends with a lab and a beagle. “Jungkook,” he started and Jungkook’s
attention was instantly locked on him. “I like you.”

Jungkook’s face softened and a light smile played on his lips. “I like you too, Jimin.”

Jimin shook his head. “Don’t.” Jungkook went to interrupt, but Jimin kept going. “You
have no idea what you’re getting into, Kook. I’m not good at relationships. I’ve never been good at
relationships. I can’t give someone all of me, because I don’t have all of me. Minji does.”

“I know that.”

“Do you?” Jimin’s eyes were fiery, but filled with anguish. “She will always come first,
Kook, no matter how I might feel about you.”

“Well, she better, Jimin.” The comment stopped Jimin from continuing his rambling
attempt to push Jungkook away. “I’m not looking to take you away from her or get between you.
God, what kind of person would ask that of a parent?”

“I didn’t mean—”

“No, I know you didn’t.” Jungkook sighed and turned towards Jimin, hands desperate to
reach out and caress Jimin. “Jimin. You are a wonderful father, Minji is so blessed to have you.
And I’m so honored that you’ve shared her with me. I love teaching her piano, I love spending time
with her and playing with her. But I love spending time with you too. It’s not one or the other for
me.” He finally reached out and laced his fingers through Jimin’s. “I want you both.”

Jimin gulped as he fought to keep his tears at bay. He shook his head lightly. “You’re so
young, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I am,” Jungkook agreed. “But I know exactly what I’m saying. I’ll follow your lead
though, Jimin. And if you don’t want this, I’ll respect that.”

Jungkook went to pull his hands away but Jimin tightened his grip. “I want this.” He
whispered. “I just don’t know how.”

“Slowly.” Jungkook said. “We don’t need to rush anything.”

“Minji adores you.” Jimin said softly. Almost as if it seemed to be a bad thing. “I
worry…I worry that she’ll get too attached. Th-that you’ll leave too.”

“Like Yungmi.”

Jimin finally pulled his hands from Jungkook and turned to look back towards the dogs as
they all played. His face fell, his eyes faded into a far away place. “There’s so much you don’t
know.” Jungkook remained still and quiet. He scooted a couple inches closer, so that their hips were
pressed together. He kept his elbow on his knee, to keep his arm from reaching around Jimin’s
shoulders as he was aching to do. “Have you ever had a serious relationship, Kook?”

“Well, I mean, what do you consider serious? I dated this guy right after high school for
about six months.”

“What happened?” Jimin asked with a quick glance to him.

 “Honestly? We wanted different things. He was very much a social butterfly, always
wanting to go to different bars and clubs and meet new people. It was exhausting. I want someone
to push me out of my comfort zone on occasion, right, get me to try new things. But he never gave
me a break, would always whine and complain if I wanted a night in.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry.” Jungkook shrugged in a way to say that it wasn’t a big deal.
“Yungmi and I…well, you know already, some of it.” Jungkook nodded. “She’s the only one, you
know, that I was ever serious about. I’ve never…been in a relationship, with a man. With Yungmi,
it went so bad. Seriously, think of a bad ending and I guarantee ours was worse.”

“I’m…I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, Jimin.”

Jimin let out the most self-deprecating laugh Jungkook had ever heard. “That’s where
you’re wrong.” Jungkook reached for Jimin’s hand but he pulled away. “I tried so damn hard, but I
couldn’t—”

“Have you considered that maybe the reason you had to try so hard was because you’re
gay? That it took too much effort to try to make a relationship with a woman work? Wouldn’t it
then make sense that a relationship with me, a relationship with a man, would go better?”

“What if I’m just inherently a bad partner?” Jimin dropped his head. “What if it doesn’t
matter what gender I date? What if you end up hating me too?”

“You were the father of her child, Jimin, I’m sure she didn’t hate you.”

Jimin turned to Jungkook, his eyes flashing with something Jungkook had never seen
before. He looked flooded in excruciating pain, and anger. “She decided she’d rather die than stay
with me and Minji. It wasn’t some kind of tragic accident. We were so horrible, me and Minji, that
Yungmi took her own fucking life, Jungkook. I couldn’t love her right. I didn’t love her enough, I
couldn’t be who she needed and she left Minji without a mother! That’s my fault, Kook. I’m the
reason Minji doesn’t have a mother.”

Jungkook acted without thinking, wrapping Jimin up in his arms tightly. His hand
instantly ran up the back of Jimin’s head, grasping his hair and holding his head to the crook of his
shoulder. Jimin’s breathing was ragged between his sobs. He tried to pull away but Jungkook held
him tighter, murmuring assurances that none of what happened was his fault. Jimin didn’t believe a
word of it.

“Minji is already so attached to you.” His rough voice mumbled against Jungkook’s
shoulder. “I can’t—I can’t fail like that again. I can’t be the reason she doesn’t have you either.”

Jungkook pulled Jimin back. His heart broke when he looked at the man in front of him
—puffy, bloodshot eyes, overflowing with tears, cheeks flushed and blotchy. He reached up and
wiped the wetness from Jimin’s cheeks. “Hey,” he hushed. “Hey, we don’t need to know all the
answers right now, okay? And even if we decide that ‘we’ might not work, I’m not going to just
disappear from Minji.”

Jimin nodded as he sniffled. “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook shook his head. “Nothing to apologize for, Jimin. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
He wiped another tear from Jimin’s eye. “Thank you for telling me about Yungmi, but that wasn’t
your fault. I promise.”
 They stayed like that for what felt like hours, watching each other intently. “Where do we
go from here?” Jimin posed.

“Ice cream?”

Jimin laughed, and Jungkook was delighted it didn’t sound so pained. Jungkook stepped
down from the table and reached out his hand. Jimin slipped his fingers between Jungkook’s and
squeezed as he stepped down as well. Jungkook called for Kakuna and knelt to clip her leash on,
never letting go of Jimin’s hand.

They left the park, hand in hand, as Jimin wondered how it was that this beautiful man
next to him was real. Jungkook wondered how to convince Jimin it was okay to move forward.

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Jimin laid in bed that night, staring at the bouquet from Jungkook. His mind was still having a hard
time coming to terms with everything Jungkook had said. He couldn’t have meant what he said,
about wanting them both. No twenty-one-year-old man wants to settle down like that. And God,
he’s so selfish for wanting him to anyway. Jungkook had said they could take things slowly, just try
it out. No expectations, no promises—except the promise to try. Jimin sighed as he remembered the
feel of Jungkook’s fingers woven tightly with his. Strong. Secure. Comforting.

“Daddy?” Minji’s small voice called from his door.

 He turned towards her. “What’s up Doodle-bug?”

She padded into his room and crawled up next to him. “Bad dream.” She mumbled as she
nestled her head into the pillow. Jimin lifted the comforter and draped it over her.

He rubbed his hand over her shoulder and along her back. “Want to stay here?” He asked
as he placed his lips to the crown of her head. She nodded and scooted in closer to cuddle into
Jimin’s side. He draped his arm over her once she was snuggled in tightly. She played with his #1
Daddy bracelet and his heart sang with undying love for her. “Minnie?”

“Daddy.”

“You like Jungkook?”

Minji raised her head and despite the darkness of the room, everything off except the
bedside reading light, he saw the sparkle in her eyes. “Kookie’s the best, daddy.” She placed her
head back on his chest before mumbling into his skin, “I love him.”

Shit.

“I think Jimin’s avoiding me.”

“Why would you think that?” Namjoon asked Wednesday afternoon as they picked up
some last-minute essentials for his and Jin’s anniversary trip.

“Well, let’s see, he barely answers my texts, I think he purposely comes in late to the café
so that he has an excuse as to why he can’t stay and chat. And he had Hoseok drop Minji off for her
lesson on Tuesday.” He groaned as Namjoon checked the cost/value between travel sizes and full-
size bottles of toiletries. “I think I scared him away.”

“Oh, Kook. Jimin doesn’t scare that easily.” Namjoon assured with a pat.

“I told him I wanted both him and Minji.” Jungkook mumbled.

“Fuck. Seriously, Jungkook?” Namjoon said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why?
Why would you tell him that?”

“Because it’s true, Joon.” Jungkook snapped back. “I’ve never met anyone like him. And
I’m pretty positive I never will again. Why shouldn’t I be honest with him?”

“Because you probably scared him away.”

“I thought you said he didn’t scare easily.” Jungkook said lightly with a nudge against
him.

“He doesn’t. Except when it comes to this. Sorry, Kook.” He clapped his hand on his
shoulder. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see what I can do, okay?”
 Joonie: Chim! You coming to give us a farewell before our trip?

ChimChim: Oh, shit. That’s tomorrow, isn’t it?

Joonie: Yep. Coming by tonight?

Time passed, Namjoon watched as the three dots appeared time and time again but
nothing ever sent.

Joonie: I can tell Kook not to come.

ChimChim: You don’t have to do that.

ChimChim: …I want to see him

ChimChim: I want to see him so much it fucking terrifies me Joon

Joonie: Chim…

Joonie: Just come, okay?

ChimChim: …ok

Jimin changed about a half dozen times and restyled his hair at least half as many times
as his outfit before deciding he’d had enough of his indecisiveness and he looked ok enough to go.
He grabbed his and Minji’s jackets and they headed out.

As the approached Jin and Namjoon’s house, the anniversary/bon voyage party was well
underway. Lights were strung up around the trees in the backyard, music was playing, and smoke
from the firepit wafted towards them. “We almost missed it, daddy.” Minji gasped, gathering that
they were certainly the last ones to arrive.

They stepped through the wooden gate and Jimin hastily took in the scene. He cursed
himself when his eyes were unwittingly drawn to where Jungkook sat by the fire, laughing with Jin
and their neighbor. Jimin’s heart thumped deeply at the sound of Jungkook’s laughter. “Hey Chim.”
Joon said gently as he came to his side.

“Uncle Joonie!” Minji hopped in front of him, and he easily scooped her up and placed
her on his hip. He booped her nose, “I swear you grow at least an inch every week!” She giggled at
him as she booped his nose back. “Why don’t you go see Uncle Jinnie, I’m gonna steal your dad
for a minute.” He placed her on the ground and motioned Jimin inside.

Jimin heard her delighted laughter as the patio door closed behind them. “I’m glad you
came.”
 “Well, I mean, it’s your five-year anniversary with Jin. I couldn’t not come.” Jimin said
as he dug out a beer from the fridge. Namjoon raised his brow. “It’s just one, hush.”

“Hey, you’re a grown man, I’m not judging.” Namjoon grabbed one for himself and took
a long drink. “He asked if you were coming.” Jimin nodded in understanding.

“Well, he knows I’m here now for sure with Minnie out there.” Jimin said before lifting
the bottle back to his lips, hoping for the small amount of alcohol to at ease at least the edge of his
nerves.

“What happened, Jimin?”

“Well, there was this fucking adorable barista at the café near my dojang, right? Turns out
he’s one of my best friend’s cousins. He’s sweet, funny, smart, passionate, understanding…all
around a really awesome guy, right?”

“Ji—”

“And me, well I made this ridiculous decision to have him teach Minji piano. Because
she wanted to learn, and I—well I wanted to have a reason to see him. Even though I already saw
him every damn day at the café. This guy, Joon—he’s amazing with Minji. So amazing I sometimes
worry I won’t be able to hold the tears back.” He got louder and more intense in his arm flailing.
“But, it turns out, he doesn’t just like Minji. Oh no, he says he likes me too. So now, Joon, I need to
decide what the fuck I’m going to do, because I like him. I like him so much it scares the hell out of
me.”

“Jimin.” Jimin lowered his head at the sound of Jungkook’s soft voice.

“I’m going to step out.” Namjoon said as he squeezed Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin looked to
him, panic filling his eyes. “It’ll be okay.” He whispered. He stepped away but paused by
Jungkook. “You fuck this up and hurt him and I’ll hurt you.”

Jimin downed the last of his beer and put the bottle mouth end down in the sink to drain
the last of it. He stared out the kitchen window, the guests laughing and dancing in the yard. Minji
was currently being held by Jin as he danced towards Namjoon. “Jimin.” Jungkook called again.

Jimin took a deep breath before turning to Jungkook. “How much did you hear?”

“Everything from ‘what happened Jimin’.” Jungkook said softly. Jimin’s body about
crumpled in on itself as he groaned. Jungkook stepped forward and placed his hands on the side of
Jimin’s face, pulling it up to look at him. “I had no idea you thought I was adorable.” He teased and
God, how thankful Jimin was that he didn’t jump straight to the seriousness of what he heard.

“Oh God,” Jimin chuckled. “Shut up.” He said with a weak slap to Jungkook’s chest.
“You look at yourself every day in the mirror, you had to know you’re adorable.”

“I always thought I was sexy, but I mean, I guess adorable will work too.”

“Wow. Good thing I didn’t put humble in my list.”

Jungkook chuckled lightly and ran his hand through Jimin’s hair as his gaze softened
again. “You should have talked to me.”
 “I know.” Jimin admitted as he leaned into Jungkook’s touch when Jungkook’s hand
cupped his cheek. “I didn’t think I could because I don’t even know what I’m thinking. Nothing
makes sense to me.”

Jungkook continued to rub this thumb along Jimin’s cheek, the motion slowing Jimin’s
heart and easing his anxiety. “What doesn’t make sense?”

“Any of it. I don’t understand how you could want me. Especially knowing…what
happened. I don’t know what to tell people if they ask about you—especially my parents. They’ll
freak out, saying that Minji needs a mother, not another dad. Not that I think you want to be her
dad! I don’t know what you want. I don’t—”

Jungkook pulled him into his embrace. “Hey, hey…shhh. Oh Jimin. Let’s not worry
about that, okay? Let’s just, go to the zoo, yeah? Then, if that goes well, let’s have a you and me
date.” Jimin nodded against his shoulder. “And I want you because you’re kinda amazing.” Jimin
groaned and chuckled against Jungkook.

Jungkook placed a kiss to Jimin’s forehead just as Minji bounded into the kitchen.
“Kookie! I want a kiss too!”

Jungkook flushed quickly, embarrassed to be caught in an intimate moment. “Is that

okay?” he murmured quietly against Jimin’s ear. Jimin nodded. Jungkook let go of Jimin and knelt
before Minji. He reached out for her and placed a warm kiss to her forehead. She smiled brightly
when he pulled away and leaned up to kiss his cheek in return. Jungkook’s heart swelled and
stuttered, overcome with fondness for the small girl.

Jungkook stood and reached for Jimin’s hands to take him back outside with Minji.
Minji, not wanting to feel left out, grabbed Jungkook’s other hand. “Finally!” Jin called as they got
to the backyard. “We’re about to start lawn Jenga! So we need—” he was cut off as he looked
between Jimin and Jungkook. “Is—is this a thing? Like, officially?”

Jimin’s cheeks heated. “We’ll see.”

The next day, Jimin was the one to bring Minji to her lesson with Jungkook. When
Jungkook opened the door, his face lit up. “I was worried you’d send her with Hoseok again. Not
that I don’t like him—I’d just rather see your face. Hey Minji.” He greeted with a ruffle of her hair.

“Kuna!” She called as she ducked under Jungkook’s arm.

“I see where I stand!” Jungkook laughed as he ushered Jimin in behind Minji. “You and
Minji have plans this weekend?”

“Ah, it’s a training weekend. She’ll be going to my parents’ place.” Jimin said as he
slipped off his shoes.

“Training?”
 Jimin pursed his lips as his brow furrowed. “Oh, um, yeah. I train the ROKSF team in
hand to hand combat. I’m up on base about once a month or so.”

“The special forces?” Jungkook asked, his mouth incapable of closing for a moment.

“Yes?” Jimin answered with a small laugh.

“Damn.” Jungkook said lowly as he stepped a bit closer to Jimin. “That’s sexy.”

Jimin laughed and lightly smacked Jungkook in the chest. “You can’t just say things like
that!”

“Why not?” Jungkook said as he held Jimin by his upper arms. “It’s true.”

“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.” Jungkook grinned and winked before calling for Minji
to head to the office for her lesson. Jimin followed and settled into his chair in the corner to read.
Minji was making great progress, picking up sight reading and chords easily. Jimin enjoyed that he
now recognized much of what she was playing. Jungkook remained enthusiastic and encouraging
through her work, correcting things as needed but in a wonderfully supportive way—never making
Minji feel like she failed.

As they stopped for a break Jimin’s phone buzzed in his back pocket. He fumbled for it,
looked down and saw it was his mom, so he excused him to the living room while Jungkook got
Minji a snack. “Hi mom.” He greeted. “What? Is she okay?...Both of you are going?...Mom, it’s
training weekend….No, no, I mean, I get it…I just—I don’t have anyone for Minji…No, they’re
away celebrating their anniversary…it’s the Republic of Korea Special Forces mom, I can’t just
like, call in! You should know that with dad…No, don’t worry. I’ll, um, I’ll figure something out…
Okay, send my love to auntie…Love you too, mom.”

Jimin sat on Jungkook’s couch running his hands through his hair. Jungkook placed a
peeled and sectioned orange in front of Minji and then cautiously stepped to the living room.
“Jimin, everything okay?”

“Well, no, not really.” Jimin sighed. “My aunt got in an accident—”

“Is she okay?”

“For the most part, I guess. But my mom and dad are heading down to Busan to see her.
And Minji was supposed to stay with them this weekend so I could go to training. I’d ask Joon and
Jin, but they’re off pretending to be newlyweds again.”

Jungkook glanced back to Minji and then around his apartment. He bit his lip, feeling his
hands start to sweat a bit as he debated whether or not to say what danced at the tip of his tongue.
He took a deep breath and sat next to Jimin. “I could take her. She could stay with me for the
weekend.”

“Jungkook.” Jimin breathed, surprised. “I couldn’t—you don’t—I mean—”

“I’d love to have her for the weekend, Jimin.” He grabbed Jimin’s hand and trailed his
finger tips along the inside of his palm. “Can I do that for you? Let me help you.” Jimin fought
against the feeling of utter disbelief. He knew Minji likely wouldn’t be in any danger—his far-
reaching background check came back squeaky clean—and Minji “loved” him. There wasn’t really
a reason to say no, was there?

“Have you ever watched a child before?”

“I mean, years ago I used to babysit my cousins. I’m sure it’ll come back to me.” He said
with a small shrug.

Jimin nodded. “Okay.” Jungkook smiled at him, his eyes bright and excited.

“We’re gonna have a blast.” He declared as he gave Jimin’s hand a squeeze before calling
Minji back to the office to finish her lesson.

“Remember Minnie, Daddy has to go this weekend to training.” Jimin reminded on their
morning walk to school.

Minji’s face fell and her lip jutted out. “I know.” She grumbled as she kicked a small
rock.

“Grandma and Grandpa had to leave though, so you need to stay with someone else this
weekend.” He said as he swung her hand between them.

“Uncle Jinnie?” She asked excitedly, starting to dance.

“No baby, Uncle Jinnie and Uncle Joonie are still away.” He dashed her excitement and
she sulked until his next statement. “So you’ll be staying with Jungkook this weekend.”

She gasped, halting all steps towards her school. “Kookie? I’m staying with Kookie!?”

“Is that okay?” Jimin hoped her dramatic reaction was a good one, but he had to be sure.
Minji’s mouth hung open as she nodded.

She flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around Jimin’s leg. “Yes Daddy! I can’t
wait! Me and Kookie and Kuna are gonna have so much fun, Daddy!”

“I bet you will, baby.” He said with a rub on her head, careful not to mess up her braids.
“So, Kookie will be meeting you here to walk you back to his house after school and I’ll pick you
up Sunday.” Minji skipped and danced happily the rest of the way to school, delighted to be
spending the weekend with one of her favorite people. Jimin’s nervous heart hoped he made a good
decision.

“So, she should have everything here.” Jimin said as he pulled Minji’s weekend suitcase
into Jungkook’s apartment. “Clothes, toothbrush, hair brush, shampoo and conditioner—she’ll need
a bath tomorrow, if you’re comfortable! I mean, I can bathe her Sunday night if you prefer. Um, our
current book is in here too, she likes to be read to before bed. Some of her favorite stuffies and toys
are in here as well. I grabbed some coloring books and crayons for her. Um…” He ran through his
mental inventory of what they packed.
 “We’ll be okay, Jimin.” Jungkook assured as he took the bag from Jimin. “The couch is a
pull-out, so I thought I’d let her crash out here in the living room.” Jimin nodded as he looked
around. The apartment was immaculate.

“If anything happens or you need to reach me—”

“I’ll call. I know, Jimin.” He placed his hands to Jimin’s small waist. “I’ll take care of
her.” He locked his gaze on Jimin. “I promise.”

Jimin brought his hand to the side of Jungkook’s face. “You’re sort of amazing, you know
that, right?”

“I may have been told once or twice.”

Jimin rolled his eyes with a fond smile. “Thank you, Kook.” He said softly.

Jungkook’s eyes fell to Jimin’s lips, Jimin bit then licked his bottom lip as he gazed up at
him. Jimin’s fingers pushed Jungkook’s hair back, before tightening at the back of his head.
Jungkook’s eyes fell close, giving Jimin just enough courage to lift up to his toes and press his lips
to Jungkook’s.

They remained there for a moment, a chaste press of lips to lips before Jungkook
breathed deeply and pushed against Jimin’s lips. He opened his lips enough to grasp Jimin’s bottom
lip in his, tracing his tongue along Jimin’s upper lip. Jimin tightened his hold on the back of
Jungkook’s head as he pulled him closer. A small whimper escaped Jungkook as Jimin pulled back
before taking the lead on the kiss. He pressed into Jungkook, sliding his tongue along Jungkook’s
bottom lip until Jungkook opened his mouth to him. Jimin pushed forward until Jungkook’s back
hit the edge of the kitchen counter. Jungkook’s hands held Jimin tightly at his waist, pulling him
impossibly closer.

Jimin finally released Jungkook’s lips, breathing heavily against them. “Had I known that
offering to watch Minji would get that reaction, I would have offered weeks ago.” Jungkook teased.

“Shut up.” Jimin laughed before kissing him softly. “I have to go.”

“Okay.” Jungkook said, refusing to let go of Jimin.

“Pick up is at 2:50PM. I signed a release for you to be able to pick her up.” Jungkook
hummed his understanding as he leaned down and kissed along the column of Jimin’s neck. “I
really have to go.” Jimin complained with a small laugh as he pushed himself away from Jungkook.
“Thank you.” He said one last time with another kiss before letting himself out.

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 Chapter 12
Chapter Notes

Y'all have been spoiling me so much with all your lovely comments! I just wanted to shout out
endless appreciation for it. Each one means so much to me. And clearly they inspire me as I've
been updating damn near every day! Ridiculous!

Love you all!!

*****CW/TW******
There are a couple moments in this chapter which include vomiting. I know this can be an
issue for people, so just wanted you to be aware. :)
When Jungkook walked up to Minji’s school with Kakuna in tow, he couldn’t help but feel both
increasingly anxious and delighted to spend the weekend with Minji. The significance of Jimin’s
decision was not lost on him, and he was certain that this weekend would likely determine the
trajectory of their blooming relationship. He and Kakuna stopped just outside the fence to wait for
Minji.

“Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?” A stout woman asked as she scrutinized him.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m here to pick up Park Minji.” The women narrowed her eyes on him
further. “I believe Park Jimin signed a release for me.”

The lady hummed in contemplation. “ID?”

“Oh! Yeah, of course!” He rushed to pull his wallet out and hand the lady his ID.
 “I’ll be right back.” He smiled and nodded as she made her way back into the school, he
assumed to run his ID against the signed paperwork from Jimin.

He knelt to give Kakuna a scratch. “At least they’re careful, hmm?” Kakuna started to
wiggle beneath his hand. Jungkook caught sight of the woman coming back towards him, but his
attention was pulled away to the sound of excited, quick footsteps and a delighted call of his name.

“Kookie, Kookie, Kookie!!” Minji yelled as she dashed around classmates and teachers
alike, including the woman who still had a hold of his ID. Jungkook stepped through the gate just
in time drop into a squat and catch the Minji missile.

“Hey Minji.” He laughed. The woman’s footsteps came to rest just behind where Minji
remained in Jungkook’s embrace. He looked up towards her, “I assume we’re good?” She gave a
curt nod and handed his ID back. He released Minji and stood up, reaching his hand out for hers.
She happily wrapped her hand around his three fingers and started happily bouncing with each step
beside him.

“I told all my friends that I was staying with you this weekend.” She announced.

“Oh you did?”

“Mmhmm. Told them that we’re going to have the bestest time!” She paused for a step.
“We are, right?”

“Of course we are!” He gasped. “I have big plans for us.” He said as they continued their
walk.

Minji’s eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “Like what?”

“Well, I thought we’d start with homework—”

“That’s not fun.” Minji grumbled.

Jungkook laughed as he looked down at her pronounced pout. How Jimin ever resisted
that look, he had no idea. “Your daddy would not be happy with me if we didn’t do homework
first.”

“My daddy likes you.” She said nonchalantly.

“You think so?” Jungkook felt his lips pull up in a smile and he bit his lip.

Minji nodded as a smile spread over her face. “He really liked your flowers. And he
holds your hand.” She tilted her head to the side as she pondered her next statement. “So, I don’t
think he’d be mad at you if we didn’t do homework.”

Jungkook burst into laughter. “Oh you little stinker!” He shook his head as he continued
to chuckle. “We’re still doing homework.”

“And then what?” She asked as they approached Jungkook’s building.

“Then I thought maybe my friend Yoongi could come over and we could think up some
new music. Maybe you could write the lyrics!”
 “We should sing about dolphins! And tigers! We’re gonna see the tigers at the zoo,
remember Kookie?” He led her up the stairs and into the building.

“Of course I remember! Maybe we could do that next weekend.” If I don’t totally fail in
this mission to watch you for a weekend. His brain supplied, unhelpfully. He unlocked the
apartment and ushered Minji in. He unleashed Kakuna and Minji happily followed her into the
living room where they sat on the floor together, both pleased with the affection being supplied and
received.

Jungkook had Minji sat at the kitchen counter to do her homework—practicing

penmanship and doing a drawing of her house—as he worked on making dinner. Yoongi gave half
a knock before entering the apartment, pausing for a moment as he took in the scene.

“Hey Yoongi.” Jungkook called over his shoulder.

“Wow.” He couldn’t quite grasp what he saw before him. Jungkook seemed completely at
ease, finishing up the stir-fry as he checked the time on the rice cooker. He then looked to Minji
who had her tongue held between her teeth as she focused intently on following the instruction
book. He chuckled once—she was adorable.

“Minji, sweetheart, how are you coming along?” Jungkook asked.

“Only three more, Kookie.” She said, determination laced through her voice.

“Yoongi’s going to eat with us, is that okay?”

Minji finally looked up, realizing that someone else had entered their space. She turned to
the man in question and narrowed her eyes. “You’re Yoongi?” He gave a small nod and half a
smile. “I guess that’s okay.” She said, a bit uncertain and largely put out.

Jungkook laughed. “Yoongi’s my best friend, Minji. Like Hobi is to your daddy.”

At the explanation Minji finally broke a small smile and turned more agreeable. “Okay
then.” She turned back to Jungkook. “Everyone needs a best friend you know.” She put her pencil
back to the paper as she continued to ramble. “Eunbi is my best friend. But sometimes she doesn’t
share so good. Miss Lee has to put her in the corner when she won’t share. I still like her though,
she makes me laugh.”

Jungkook found Yoongi’s eyes and grinned like a fool. Yoongi could literally see the love
bubbles bursting out of Jungkook. He shouldered into Jungkook as he moved in to steal a bite of
the stir-fry. “You got it so bad.” He said lowly with a glance back at Minji.

“I know.” He sighed. “Isn’t she precious?”

True to Jungkook’s word, after dinner and a quick trip outside with Kakuna, they all
moved to the office to “jam” as Yoongi called it. Minji found that hilarious, “Yoongi, jam goes on
your toast.”
 Jungkook was stunned when a full bout of laughter fell from Yoongi’s lips. “That it does.
But we’re gonna jam here too.” Once they found a groove, Minji started to play with her thoughts
around tigers and dolphins, the combination odd, but music didn’t have to be logical and Jungkook
was more than happy just to share his passion with her. Creating something that was uniquely them.

“It’s getting pretty late.” Jungkook commented as Yoongi replayed the beat for Minji to
sing along to. “Minji, Daddy said bedtime was eight, we still need to get washed up.”

“But Kookie!” She turned to him, eyes wide and lip pulled down.

“Minji.” Jungkook said with a drop in his voice. “We can do more music tomorrow,
yeah? Let’s grab one last snack and get washed up. Then we’ll read for a bit.”

“Did Daddy pack Matilda?” She asked, finally willing to leave the music-making office.

“He did.”

Minji hopped out of the chair in the corner—Jimin’s chair if you asked Jungkook—and
went straight to her suitcase to pull out her beloved book. She held it tightly to her chest as she
went back to where Jungkook stood with Yoongi, watching her in amusement. “Can we read it now,
Kookie?”

“After we have a snack and wash up.” He pushed her towards the kitchen counter again
before turning to say goodbye to Yoongi. “Thanks for coming by and hanging out.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.” He teased. “You’re gonna do just fine,
Kook.”

Jungkook made up the pull-out bed while Minji finished her snack and then went to wash
up in the bathroom. “Do you need help?” He called. She hollered back a strong ‘nope’ and he
turned back to his task.

Just as he was fluffing up the pillows he heard a muffled, “Kook?” He turned to see
Minji, half-stuck in her pajama top, arms bent at odd angles. “’m stuck.” Jungkook chuckled lightly
before dropping to his knee and pulling the shirt down over her head and arms properly. He patted
her head affectionately before lifting her to place her on the bed. He then lifted Kakuna and placed
her next to Minji. Kakuna instantly curled into a tiny ball against Minji’s side.

Jungkook settled in next to her before grabbing Matilda and opening to the bookmarked
page. Minji scooted in closer, draping her arm across Jungkook’s stomach as he remained propped
up against the back of the couch as he read. He lowered his arm to rub on her shoulder as he
continued to read aloud. He glanced down occasionally to gauge how close she was to sleep, her
small body relaxing into his.

He found himself thinking back to Jimin’s commentary, “…especially my parents. They’ll

freak out, saying that Minji needs a mother, not another dad. Not that I think you want to be her
dad! I don’t know what you want…” The truth was, Jungkook had always wanted to be a dad. And
he had never considered his sexuality to be a barrier to that. Did he imagine the role at twenty-one?
No. Was he afraid of being brought into this? Not exactly. He did worry about jumping in too
quickly, taking on a role that Jimin wasn’t ready to give him. Jungkook wasn’t opposed to the idea
of being part of such a perfect little family, but he was fully aware it would take time. And time he
had.
 Jungkook woke up early, ready to make Minji a full breakfast. He was surprised when he
entered the living room to find Minji sitting up on the bed playing with her stuffies. “Hey Minji.”

“Morning Kookie!” She greeted happily.

“How long have you been awake?” He asked as he rubbed the remaining sleepiness from
his face.

“Don’t know. A little while. I’m hungry.” She pouted before climbing off the bed and
into the kitchen with Jungkook.

“Well alright then. Would you prefer some rice and meat or a more Westernized breakfast
of waffles and fruit?”

“Ooh!” Minji’s eyes lit up and she licked her lips. “Waffles!”

“Waffles it is!”

After a hearty breakfast and a short walk with Kakuna, Jungkook laid out their plans for
the day. “What do you think about spending the day at the kid’s science museum? They have all
kinds of experiments you can do, my favorite was always the weather stations.”

“Daddy took me there! I liked the body stuff, like bones.”

After getting changed, washed up, and dropping off Kakuna at doggy daycare—much to
Minji’s amusement—they got on the train. This time it was Jungkook’s lap she crawled into. A
woman across the isle smiled at them. “You’re absolutely beautiful darling.” She cooed at Minji.
She turned her gaze to Jungkook then back to Minji. “You have your daddy’s eyes.”

Minji looked at her, rightfully confused, then looked to Jungkook. “I’m—” Jungkook
started but Minji cut him off.

“He’s not my daddy—he’s my Kookie.” Jungkook’s heart filled and soared at her
proclamation that he belonged to her. The woman cocked her head to the side but accepted the
response with a small, albeit embarrassed, smile.

“Well, whoever’s eyes you have—they’re beautiful.”

Minji nodded with a short thank you. She then turned to Jungkook and motioned him
down so that she could whisper in his ear. “They’re my eyes.”

Jungkook laughed deeply as he squeezed her. “Yes, they are.”

Jungkook and Minji spent hours exploring the entire science museum, trying every
experiment at least once. He was often surprised at how well behaved Minji was, but it seemed
every time he got comfortable with the notion, she’d pout or complain or refuse to follow
Jungkook. They’d have to take a pause and Jungkook would lay it out that either she listen and
follow the rules or they’d have to go home. She’d grumble a bit, but eventually comply.
 They grabbed dinner and headed back home. Minji excitedly babbling about her
souvenirs and how awesome her “pet tornado” was. Jungkook thought she felt a touch warm as she
curled into his arms and drifted off while on the train. But he chalked it up to being a long day.

All in all, he felt like maybe he was going to do alright watching Minji for the weekend.

At about 2:30am Sunday, Jungkook was suddenly not so confident in his abilities to
watch Minji. In fact, he was downright panicking as Minji had just come into his room complaining
of a tummy ache, her face pale and clammy, tears welling up in her eyes, and heat coming off her in
waves. “Oh shit.” Jungkook mumbled as he felt her head and scooped her up.

“Kook, my tummy.” She moaned as she dropped her head onto his shoulder. He stepped
out of the bedroom, rocking her in his arms.

“Okay baby, okay. It’s alright. Do you need to puke, baby?”

When she nodded on his shoulder, he took off damn near running through the apartment
until they both knelt by the toilet. She whimpered and whined as she fought against the rolling of
her stomach. She couldn’t fight it for long. Jungkook pulled her hair back and ran his hand
soothingly over her back as she emptied her stomach into the toilet. She coughed and sniffled and
cried afterwards, effectively breaking Jungkook’s heart.

He picked her up and placed her on the bathroom counter while he filled a small paper
cup with some cold water. “Here sweetheart, take a small drink, yeah?” She took the cup in her
small, shaking hands. Jungkook brushed her hair back with his hands and wiped her face with a
cool washcloth as he ran through a mental list of what he should do in this kind of situation. He
further panicked when his mind came up blank. He picked her back up, letting her head nestle back
into his neck as he went back to his room. He grabbed his phone and fumbled to be able to send a
text message.

TheKid: Yoong, you up?

Grumpy: What the hell are you doing up?

TheKid: Can you come over? Minji’s sick. I don’t know what to do.

Yoongi didn’t answer, but he did let himself in just a few minutes later. Jungkook was in
the middle of the living room, rocking Minji lightly in his arms. His eyes were wide and wild, panic
and worry overtaking his features. Yoongi approached calmly and placed his hand to Minji’s
forehead. “She’s burning up.”

“I know!” Jungkook whisper-yelled. “What do I do?”

“Don’t suppose you have any liquid Tylenol or Motrin.” Yoongi said as he went to the
bathroom and rewetted the washcloth on the counter with cold water.

“Why would I have that?” He asked as he followed behind Yoongi.

 “Okay, well, you could call Jimin?”

“Daddy?” Minji whimpered against Jungkook’s skin.

“Oh Minnie, daddy’s not here honey, but I’ll take care of you, okay?” Jungkook
murmured against her head. He turned back to Yoongi as he took the washcloth from him and
placed it to the back of Minji’s neck. “Yoongi, I need you to go to the store.”

“At 3am?”

“Yes at 3am! That or you can stay with her and I’ll go.”

“No Kookie,” Minji mumbled. “Stay. Tummy hurts.”

“Yoongi, please.” Jungkook pleaded as he continued to rub Minji’s back and rock easily
back and forth. “I’ll make you a list. Baby, I’m gonna lay you down, okay? Just for a minute. I’ll be
right back.” He placed her back on the pull-out bed and then went to the kitchen counter, pulling
out a pad of paper and a pen. “Okay, so…Tylenol, Motrin, um, I don’t have a thermometer and I’ll
need to know if her fever is gone so get one of those—one of those handy ear ones. Let’s see,
crackers, soup, oh! And some 7up.” He wrote furiously, anxious to get back to Minji’s side.

“You could just call Jimin.” Yoongi offered again.

“I can’t call Jimin, Yoongs, he’ll think I’m totally inept as a caretaker—he’d never—I
mean, I just—I can’t Yoongi. I need to know I can do this. He needs to know I can do this.”
Jungkook grabbed some cash from his room and shooed Yoongi out of the apartment with a stern
command for him to hurry.

The sounds of Minji’s whimpers pulled him quickly back to the living room. He crawled
up onto the pull-out with her, nestling her against his chest as he stroked her head and back. He
snuggled her close, hoping it would ease her discomfort until Yoongi got back with the medicine.

Jungkook and Minji must have drifted off, because the next thing Jungkook knew he was
startled awake by the sound of Yoongi dropping bags upon bags onto the kitchen counter. Jungkook
gently rolled Minji off his chest and onto the bed so he could go take stock and plan his next steps.
“Alright, let’s get her temp quick.” He said as he ripped open the packaging. “Can you get some
Tylenol ready for her?”

“Kook,” Yoongi started. “Didn’t you want to prove you could do this?” Jungkook paused,
with the thermometer held in Minji’s small ear. He swallowed and nodded. “You’ll do fine, Kook.
You’re, uh, you’re actually kind of a natural at this.” He chuckled lightly.

“Okay. Thank you Yoongi. I really appreciate you running for me.” Yoongi came by and
patted him on the back. The thermometer beeped and Jungkook pulled it up to check it quickly.
“Shit. Good thing you went, too, her fever is crazy.”

“Start with Tylenol. Then in three hours give her Motrin. Three hours after that, Tylenol
again. Keep the schedule to stay on top of the fever.”

“How do you know this?” Jungkook asked with a slight laugh.

 “I, uh, used to babysit in high school.” As Jungkook guffawed, Yoongi scowled. “Shut
up.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a softie!”

“I’m leaving now.” Yoongi grumbled.

Jungkook waved him off as he moved away from Minji and got her medicine ready. He
poured the correct amount into the small plastic cup and then sat down gently next to her. He traced
the side of her face with his fingers before calling out to her. She groaned and whined at being
woken up but took her medicine easily enough before settling back down.

Jungkook rinsed the cup and rewetted the washcloth before climbing back in next to her.
He placed the washcloth to her neck and pulled her into his arms. He set his phone alarm for every
three hours, per Yoongi’s instructions, and tried to get some sleep.

Before his alarm could wake him up, he woke to the sound of Minji crying in his arms.
“Hey, hey, shhh baby you’re okay.” He soothed.

“Kook,” she whined. “still hurts.”

“Back to the bathroom?” She nodded against him and he scooped her back up in his
arms, trekking to their spot on the floor in front of the toilet. She trembled and whimpered until she
allowed herself to empty her stomach—which really only included a bit of water. Jungkook kissed
the back of her head before picking her back up, placing her on the counter, and cleaning her up
again with a small drink of water.

And so the night continued. Small sections of time spent asleep before awaking either to
give another dose of medicine or bring her back to the bathroom to fight against the revolt of her
stomach. At about nine in the morning Minji asked for something to eat, braving two crackers and
some apple juice. And by ten, they both decided that was a bad idea.

Yoongi came by to check on them and take Kakuna outside a few hours later. “How you
two holding up?”

Jungkook looked exhausted, Minji utterly wiped out—but her color was less green. “I
think we’re both still alive. I can’t be sure though.” He looked down to where Minji was curled into
his side.

Yoongi came closer and sat on the edge of the pull-out bed. “You’re really doing a great
job, Kook. Want me to clean up a bit?”

“No, no. I’ll get it. I’m just gonna, rest for a minute. Thank you for taking Kakuna out.”
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Jimin stood outside Jungkook’s apartment door, knocking anxiously. He had followed an
older lady into the building but was starting to worry about how Jungkook wasn’t answering his
door or his text messages.

“Jimin?” Yoongi called as he stepped out from his apartment down the hall.
 “Oh! Yoongi! Is Jungkook home? Or did he and Minji go somewhere?” He asked, his
face filled with worry.

Yoongi’s lip quirked. “Oh, they’re home.” He said as he stepped to Jimin’s side and
unlocked Jungkook’s door. Long gone was the immaculate state of Jungkook’s apartment from two
days ago. The kitchen counter was covered in discarded tissues, used medicine cups, a half-eaten
cracker and bowl of soup, cup of apple juice, and a wet washcloth.

Jimin turned to Yoongi, mouth agape before Yoongi motioned to the living room.
Jungkook was propped up against the back of the couch, head lolled to the side, barely snoring
while remaining deep in sleep. Minji was draped over his chest, one arm to the side of his neck, the
other loosely hung to the side of his chest. Jungkook had one arm wrapped around Minji’s small
body, the other curled under his head. Jimin couldn’t contain the overwhelming amount of fondness
he felt looking at the pair. His sweet baby girl, being cared for so attentively by a man who was
quickly calling for Jimin to do more than “try.”

“He did a great job, Jimin.” Yoongi said to his side. “She’s been sick since about three
this morning.”

“Why didn’t he call?” Jimin gasped.

“Well, I think he wanted to know he could do it, you know?” Jimin nodded. “They really
seem to adore each other.” He said softly.

“She told me she loves him.” Jimin whispered as he walked towards the duo, and Yoongi
walked out with Kakuna. He sat gingerly on the edge of the mattress and ran his hand over the back
of Minji’s head before trailing his fingers along Jungkook’s arm. Jungkook stirred first and groggily
looked towards Jimin. “Hey, Kook.”

Jungkook swallowed slowly, gathering his bearings before realizing that Jimin was in
front of him. “Oh, God, Jimin. When did you, how—”

“Yoongi let me in. Just got here.” He reached out and ran his hand through Jungkook’s
hair. “Heard you had a rough night.”

“I think we’d both seen better days.” He said lightly as he gazed at Minji, still sleeping
soundly on his chest. “We had a great time up until then.”

Jimin smiled fondly. “I’m sure you did.”

Jungkook scooted up further and moved Minji off his chest, caressing the side of her face
as he lowered to the mattress. He then turned to Jimin with a tired smile. “Coffee?”

Jimin chuckled. “It’s five in the evening, Kookie.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed as he ran his hand through his hair. “Really?”

Jimin’s eyes filled with amusement and adoration for the younger man. “Yes, really. A
night with a sick baby can really mess up your internal clock. Trust me, I know.”

At the comment Jungkook’s face evened out and he reached for Jimin’s hands. “You’re
incredible, Jimin. I have no idea how you managed for so long by yourself, how you continue to do
it alone.”

Jimin glanced down at where his hands remained locked with Jungkook’s. “But, I’m not
alone anymore—right?” He looked up to Jungkook, who remained still, not wanting to assume
anything about the statement. He wasn’t exactly sure what Jimin had meant and didn’t want to get
his hopes up. “Kook. I want to try. I think I’m ready for this, us.”

“Okay, Jimin. Let’s try.”

 Chapter 13
Chapter Notes

Y'all...this may be the beginning of a rating change. This chapter does include some *light*
smutty goodness. It's like, half the chapter LOL.

So if that's not really your jam (haha, oh god I totally just heard Minji and her 'jam goes on
toast') then my apologies. I love consensual, loving, respectful and mutually beneficial
physical intimacy...so now that it's been established we'll likely see more of it.
There wasn’t a huge shift in the dynamics between Jimin, Jungkook, and Minji right away. A bit
more hand-holding, some stolen kisses here and there, but nothing so dramatic that it could have
potentially scared either one of them away. Taking a couple weeks to ease into it seemed to have
been a good plan. Jin and Namjoon were delighted with the news. Yoongi continued to keep
Jungkook in check, making sure he wasn’t moving too quickly and was fully aware as to what
Jimin wanted. Hobi was just glad to be able to tease Jimin about the fact that he now, “had a man.”
Minji. Well, Minji was just beside herself that she got to see her favorite (and only) piano teacher
more than twice a week.

“Good morning.” Jungkook greeted happily as Jimin came for his morning coffee, acting
as though he hadn’t already texted him his ‘good morning’ message two hours ago. Jimin grinned
and bit his lip in return.

“Hi.” Jimin took in their surroundings before he leaned towards Jungkook. He tightened
his hands in the front of Jungkook’s apron pulling him closer before placing a small kiss to the
corner of his mouth.

“Cold brew, sweet cream, one shot simple syrup and light ice.” Jungkook called absently
to his co-worker as he kept his gaze on Jimin, whose ears in turn pinkened. “Cute.” He commented
as he traced his finger along the outside shell of Jimin’s ear.

Jimin smacked him lightly on his chest. “Stop.”

“I can’t wait to see you later.” He said lowly as he leaned in closer again. “I’ll bring
Kakuna and dinner—you and Minji are picking out the movie?” Jimin nodded as he stared at the
small, teasing mole under Jungkook’s lip. “You sure we can’t have a sleepover?”

Jimin’s eyes snapped up to Jungkook’s as he shook his head and laughed. “Absolutely
shameless.” Jimin’s order was called and he moved away from Jungkook’s gravitational pull. He
grabbed his coffee and paused at the end of the counter, knowing that in three, two, one …
Jungkook’s arm pulled Jimin flush against him by Jimin’s waist as he stepped out from behind the
counter. A small laugh passed by Jimin’s lips before he turned in Jungkook’s hold so that he was
facing him. Jimin’s lips attached just below Jungkook’s ear before trailing kisses along his jaw.
Jungkook groaned frustratedly before Jimin finally met him—lips to lips. Jimin nipped him
playfully before pulling away and lightly stroking the apple of his cheek with his thumb. A simmer
of mischief played behind his eye smile before he started to walk away.

“Have a good day!” Jungkook hollered from behind the counter, resuming his duties.
Jimin gave a small wave as he headed towards the exit.

“Shit, does he provide that service with every coffee?” A young woman teased with a
friend in line.

Jimin giggled to himself as he passed by. “He better not.” He said, purposefully loud
enough to be heard before winking at the young women.
 “Kookie!” Minji hollered once Jimin opened the door to Jungkook and Kakuna.

“Wow! Me first instead of Kuna!? What’s the occasion?” He laughed as he unclipped

Kakuna’s leash and toed off his shoes.

“You know what this weekend is, Kookie?” She asked as she bit her lip excitedly and
clasped her hands together. Jungkook flicked his gaze over to Jimin, wondering if he missed
something. Jimin just smiled lightly.

“I’m, um, not sure. I thought our zoo trip wasn’t until next weekend.”

“Not the zoo!” Minji bemoaned. “It’s the cherry festival!” she squealed.

Jungkook’s smile spread and he looked to Jimin, who seemed a bit shy. “You’re
absolutely right, Min.”

Minji motioned him towards her. He squatted and she approached—tiptoeing and looking
around for any potential eavesdroppers. “You wanna come with me and Daddy?” Her eyes were
bright and excited. “It’s our favorite. So you gotta come” He cocked his head to the side, and she
answered his unspoken question. “because you’re our favorite too.”

“So, you want me to come along?” He asked, looking to Minji first but finishing the
question with his gaze on Jimin. Jimin gave a small, slightly apprehensive nod as Minji affirmed
Jungkook’s question excitedly. “Well, alright then.” Jungkook smiled as he stood back up. He
grasped Minji’s hand in his while wrapping his arm around Jimin’s waist. “I’d love to come along.”
He said with a quick kiss to the side of Jimin’s neck.

He let go of them both and picked up his multiple bags of carry-out. Kakuna had already
made herself comfortable on Jimin’s couch—Jimin having assured him their first time over that he
really didn’t mind the dog on the furniture, but Jungkook could tell it was a slight point of
contention. “Kuna!” he called. She lazily lifted her head. “Off.” She huffed and resettled herself on
the floor.

Jimin pulled down tableware and helped Jungkook dish out their dinner. Jimin was struck
by the simple sense of domesticity. The ease in which Jungkook had woven into Jimin and Minji’s
life slightly unsettling, but deeply comforting as well. Minji caught Jimin and Jungkook up on her
day at school, excitedly talking about how since it was so close to the end of the school year, they
had a ton of fun days planned. “…so they want parents to come help with our activity day. Daddy,
we should spar!”

Jungkook laughed, delighted that Minji’s first go-to for a parent led activity was Jimin
sparring with children. “Oh honey, I don’t think that’d go over very well.” Jimin said. “But, maybe,
hmm…maybe we could do a dance activity!”

“I fully support this idea.” Jungkook said. His hand lowered and ran up and down Jimin’s
thigh, squeezing in appreciation. “I’ve never seen you dance.”

“Daddy loves to dance!” Minji said, her mouth half-full with rice.

“Minji.” Jimin scolded. “We don’t talk with our mouths full.”
 Minji swallowed and took a drink of water. “It was half-full, Daddy.” Jungkook fought a
laugh, covering it with a small cough. Jimin snapped his eyes to Jungkook, a warning though his lip
quirked as well.

“I’ll get something worked out with Hobi and I’ll do a dance station, sound good?”

Both Minji and Jungkook answered with a happy, “Yes.”

Jungkook settled into the corner of Jimin’s L-shaped sectional couch, Jimin curled into
his side and Minji on his lap as they watched “How To Train Your Dragon.” Jimin found himself
watching Jungkook and Minji more than the movie. Jungkook seemed so at ease with them, it
almost felt as though he’d been with them the entire time. But he hadn’t, Jimin reminded himself,
and it hadn’t been long enough for him to feel so strongly about the man. The warmth that
blossomed in his chest with one look at the pair challenged him though, screaming that time didn’t
matter. You know what this feeling is. You feel it every time you look at or think about Minji. It’s the
same when you look at or think about Jungkook. He swallowed thickly and squirmed a bit next to
Jungkook. Jungkook squeezed his upper arm and glanced over. “You okay?”

Jimin nodded even though his mind was battling. “I’m glad you’re here.” He said softly.
Jungkook turned back to Jimin, his expression soft. It wasn’t a lie, Jimin was glad—even if he was
simultaneously terrified.

Jungkook pressed his lips to Jimin’s forehead with a soft, “Me too.” Before turning back
to the movie. It didn’t take long for Minji to drift off in Jungkook’s arms. And Jungkook would be
a liar if he tried to tell someone that it wasn’t one of the best feelings he’d ever experienced—
holding her close and her being comfortable enough with him to fall asleep. He found himself
nuzzling her and breathing in her delicate scent as he hugged her a little tighter.

Jimin noticed her knocked out form and pulled himself up. “I’ll get her.” He said as he
stood and reached for her. “I’ll be right back.” As he gathered her up in his arms he leaned forward
and placed a small kiss to Jungkook’s mouth.

Jimin changed Minji into pajamas while she remained mostly asleep, tucked her into bed
and then sat and watched her for a minute while he let his brain process. It had been just him and
Minji for so long, he wasn’t sure how to bring someone else in. If they were going to make this
work, they’d have to figure out how to co-parent, right? They’d have to learn how to make joint
decisions, to share discipline and caretaking. He’d have to completely entrust Minji to him.

And that thought alone, terrified him to the point of debating going back downstairs and
ending things. But then he looked back at Minji, sound asleep, a faint happy smile on her lips. She
was so fearless in her attachment to Jungkook. She loved first and foremost—perhaps Jimin should
follow her lead. Love first, worry second. He placed a kiss to her forehead before heading back
downstairs.

Jungkook was still on the couch, intently focused on the movie as he mindlessly rubbed
Kakuna’s side with his foot. Jimin stepped around the couch and quickly dropped himself into
Jungkook’s lap, his knees nestled on either side of his hips. Jungkook gasped in surprise before his
hands found purchase on Jimin’s waist. “Hi.” Jungkook chuckled before the sound was cut off by
Jimin’s lips on his.
 Jimin’s hands carded through Jungkook’s hair, tightening at the back of his head as he
pushed further into the kiss. Jungkook tightened his hold, then splayed his hands over the expanse
of Jimin’s back, pulling him closer. “Jimin.” He breathed against his lips. Jimin rolled his hips, the
slight tease stirring Jungkook’s dick. He bit his lip and groaned, willing himself to not get a full
hard-on, desperate not to scare Jimin away. Jimin pulled Jungkook’s head to the side, exposing the
column of his neck, and then littered endless kisses and nibbles to the skin. “Shit, Jimin.” Jungkook
breathed under him.

“Hmm?” Jimin responded, his lips still firmly attached to Jungkook’s neck, trailing lower
to his shoulder and collarbone. His nimble fingers left the back of Jungkook’s head and unbuttoned
the first two buttons on his shirt, Jungkook’s chest heaving with deep breaths. “Fuck you’re
beautiful.” Jimin murmured before meeting Jungkook’s lips again.

Jungkook was losing the battle with his erection, his dick hard and straining against the
front of his pants. Surely Jimin could feel him, as he continued the rhythmic roll of his hips as he
skillfully kissed Jungkook. Jungkook’s arms remained wrapped around Jimin, tight and secure.
Jimin started to pull away, Jungkook’s bottom lip kept between Jimin’s teeth before he released him
and kissed him gently. Jimin then directed Jungkook’s face to his own neck, a clear indication of
where he wanted Jungkook’s attention.

Jungkook dropped his face to the crook of Jimin’s neck, trailing kisses all over his
honeyed skin. He kissed under his jaw and up to his ear. His teeth grazed over Jimin’s skin and he
keened, arching his back, driving his own crotch into Jungkook’s. A deep moan ripped from
Jungkook’s chest at the contact.

“Sh-shouldn’t we—” Jungkook took a long breath, “shouldn’t we slow down?”

Jimin halted the slow roll of his hips and pulled away from Jungkook, his hands still
resting on his chest. “Minji’s asleep.”

“I just…”

Jimin’s brow knitted with a flash of hurt. “Do you not want me, Kook?”

“Oh God.” Jungkook rushed out. “Shit, baby, no that’s not it.” He promised as he cupped
Jimin’s face. He gave a slightly embarrassed laugh, “Surely you can feel how badly I want you,
Jimin.”

Jimin bit his lip as he grinned down at the younger man. “Mmm, I can.” He ran his hands
up and down Jungkook’s chest. “Then why? You were the one asking for a sleepover earlier today.”

“Jimin.” He licked his lips and locked his gaze on Jimin’s eyes. A swirling mix of desire,
concern, apprehension, and fondness met him. “I want to be sure that you’re sure.”

Jimin grasped Jungkook’s hand and placed it to the front of his pants, his own erection
not deterred at all by their sudden conversation. “I’m sure.” When Jungkook didn’t move to
continue Jimin groaned. “If you had any idea how long it’s been for me you wouldn’t be so mean.”

Jungkook chuckled under him. “Jimin. Let me be perfectly clear. I fully intend to blow
your mind—”

“Blow me now, Kook.”

 Jungkook burst into raucous laughter. “Oh my God, Jimin.” He pulled him tightly to his
chest as he continued to laugh. “You’re killing me. Shit.” He released him enough to kiss him
again, a smile still dancing along his lips. Jimin remained still, pouting instead of kissing him back.

Jungkook grasped the meat of Jimin’s ass as it remained nestled in his lap before he stood
quickly then dropped Jimin back on to the couch. Jimin gasped and licked his lip as Jungkook’s
gaze hardened on him, trailing along each line of Jimin’s body. Jimin lowered his leg off the edge
of the couch, his other leg bent and pressed against the back of the couch. Jungkook ran his hands
underneath Jimin’s shirt, fingertips lighting on fire at the sensation of his bare skin. Jungkook
nestled between Jimin’s legs, pressing against him. Jimin’s leg that had been pressed against the
back of the couch lifted to wrap around Jungkook’s waist.

Jungkook reached between them and pulled at the button of Jimin’s pants. He panted as
he kissed along Jimin’s neck and rutted against him. “You’re good?”

“Fuck, so good. God, please Kook.”

“You’re sure?”

“Jesus Christ, Jungkook if you don’t touch my dick right now, I’m going to kick you out
and touch it my damn self. Like I have been for weeks thinking of you, and your lips and your
hands, and that ass—”

Jimin was cut off by the simultaneous sensation of Jungkook’s mouth on his and his hand
wrapped around his dick. He groaned into Jungkook’s mouth as his hips thrusted up into his hold.
“Better?” Jungkook teased.

“You’re the fucking worst.” Jimin growled.

“I could stop.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Jungkook slowed his hand and made to pull away. But Jimin’s
whimpered call of his name made him reconsider. He kissed along Jimin’s neck again, teasing with
light bites as he continued to work his dick in the confines of his pants. His arm started to shake as
he remained hovering over Jimin’s body. Jimin pulled him down, releasing the tension on his arm
but doubling the tension in his pants as he ended up dick to dick.

“Mm, hold on baby.” Jungkook said as he raised up, undid his own pants and pulled his
erection out. He then released Jimin’s dick from his pants and boxers. He lowered himself back
down, grasping both of them in his hand as he rutted up against Jimin.

“Holy shit.” Jimin breathed as his eyes fell closed. “Kook, I’m-I won’t last l-long.”

Jungkook kept pace, squeezing and twisting as he worked the flow of pre-cum over their
dicks. “M-me either baby. Fuck.” Jimin thrusted up into Jungkook’s hold and Jungkook could feel
the swell of Jimin’s dick, knowing he was only minutes if not seconds off. He pulled back just
enough to watch Jimin’s beautiful face contort as he chased his climax, he eyes screwed shut,
mouth open, a stunning flush spread over his cheeks and down his neck. The sight before him
combined with the sound of Jimin’s growl as he came rushed Jungkook to his orgasm as well.

Jungkook lowered himself on top of Jimin, both panting to try and catch their breath.
Jimin carded his hands through Jungkook’s hair repeatedly as he kissed the top of his head. “Maybe
we should have planned for a sleepover.” Jimin said lazily. “I kind of don’t want you to leave now.”

“Wow, one orgasm and you’re suddenly clingy.”

He felt Jimin laugh under him. “Would you prefer me wanting to kick you out as soon as
I come?”

Jungkook tightened his hold on Jimin, “Absolutely not.” He paused for a moment. “This
is gonna get crunchy though, we could clean up.” He reluctantly pulled away from Jimin. He
brought his soiled hand to his mouth, delicately licking off the combination of their cum off his
fingers. Jimin groaned at the sight. He finished his fingers, tucked each of them back into their
pants then made his way to the kitchen to finish washing up.

After watching a movie of their own, Jungkook reluctantly got ready to leave. “So, I’ll
see you tomorrow? For the cherry festival?”

“You ask like you’re unsure if you’re still invited.” Jimin said with a small smile.

Jungkook chewed the inside of his lip. “Just making sure.”

“Yes, Kook, we’ll see you tomorrow. Meet us here at ten?” Jungkook nodded as Jimin
wrapped his arms around his neck. “It’ll be our first time going with anyone. It’s always been our
thing, you know?” He said softly.

“Jimin, I don’t want to intrude. This is something special for you and Minnie.”

Jimin pressed his lips to Jungkook’s. “You’re something special for me and Minnie.” He
pulled back, his chocolate caramel eyes flicking over Jungkook’s face. “You know that, right?”

Jungkook gave a tiny nod. “You’re special to me too. Both of you.”

“So you’ll come tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

 Chapter 14

Jimin found himself in bed, long after Jungkook had left, replaying what had transpired on his
couch. He was overcome with a mix of conflicting feelings—thrill and excitement, but shame and
embarrassment, along with a sense of comfort. It had honestly been years since he’d felt the
intimate touch of another person. Of course he still took care of himself on occasion, but to have
someone else show him that he was desirable, to be so turned on by him…well, that had been
missed—if he’d ever had it at all. His experiences with Yungmi had been few and far between and
even though she was happy with their intimacy, Jimin had not been. He found himself needing to
think of people and things not at all related to her in order to proceed. It felt cheap and detached.
Jimin hated it. He had tried dating when Minji was about two. Disastrous. He hadn’t gotten much
further than some making out and a hand job before he felt pressured and rushed into more than he
was ready for.

The memory of it left him anxious about Jungkook. But while his mind tried to process
all the ways in which Jungkook might push him too far, too quickly, his heart calmed him with
assurances that he trusted Jungkook and knew he wouldn’t push. Besides, it was Jimin who wanted
things to proceed last night, and it was Jungkook who wanted to make sure they were both certain.
Jimin just hoped he’d be as considerate when—if—they continue as what they had done on the
couch was essentially the farthest he’d ever gone with a man. Anything beyond that had his heart
and mind an anxious mess. He didn’t know the first thing about performing oral for a man, though
if he was honest the thought of doing it for Jungkook got his heart racing excitedly. And he
definitely didn’t know much about intercourse with a man, but settled when he thought that
Jungkook would probably be a loving and patient teacher.

He threw his arm over his face. “God, what am I doing? I’m going to look like such an
idiot if we get to that point.” Sleep eventually came for him, though his dreams weren’t much
calmer than his waking thoughts.

Jungkook woke up much earlier than needed to make it to Jimin’s by ten. He spent most of his time
lost in thought over the events of the prior night as well as the implications of today’s outing. He
contemplated it all while in the shower, getting dressed, doing his hair, eating breakfast, walking
Kakuna, dropping her off at doggy daycare. Essentially he couldn’t get his mind to stop.

He approached Jimin’s house, lightly chanting “Don’t be awkward, don’t be awkward.”

Minji opened the door for him. “Morning Kookie!”

He bent down to scoop her up. “Morning Minnie.” He placed a quick kiss to her forehead
before carrying her into the house. He toed off his shoes and made his way to the kitchen where he
heard Jimin. “Morning.” He said, with a quick bite to his lower lip, still mentally chanting his
hopes that things wouldn’t be weird.

Jimin turned around from where he was preparing his coffee. “Hey.” His smile was bright
and happy—and not at all awkward. Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped around the
island and kissed the side of Minji’s temple before placing a quick kiss to Jungkook’s lips. Neither
of them missed the bright smile on Minji from the exchange. “I, uh, didn’t sleep super well. I just
want to finish this second—”

“Third.” Minji interrupted.

“Third cup of coffee, then we can get going.”

Jungkook lowered Minji to the ground before placing his hands on Jimin’s waist.
“Everything okay?” He looked to see if Minji was still in the same room but she had wandered off,
likely to her arts and crafts room. “Last night didn’t freak you out did it?”

Jimin locked his eyes on Jungkook. “Am I really that easy to read?” He asked with a light
chuckle.
 Jungkook brought his hand up and ran it through his hair, his gaze taking in every curve
of Jimin’s face. He brought his thumb to run over Jimin’s full lips. “Sometimes.” He said. “I
thought a lot about it too.”

Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed. “Did you—do you regret it?”

The stroking of his lips stopped and his eyes reopened. Jungkook’s expression was
slightly pained. “Absolutely not. If I regret anything it’s that I hadn’t sneakily packed a sleepover
bag yesterday.” He grinned lightly and winked at Jimin before his expression turned serious again.
“I didn’t like leaving afterwards.”

Jimin nodded in understanding, he didn’t like that Jungkook left either. “Next time you’ll
stay?” Jimin asked softly.

“There’s going to be a next time?” Jungkook asked in response, a delighted bunny smile
lighting up his face.

“Eventually. If you can wait that long.” Jimin said, his arms latched behind Jungkook’s
neck.

“Would it be corny to say I’d wait forever?” Jungkook teased, eliciting a round of giggles
from Jimin.

“So corny.” He pulled Jungkook in and kissed him again. “I like corny.”

“I like you too.” Jungkook murmured against his lips.

They took the train to Seoul Grand Park, among throngs of other couples and families.
There was no guarantee they were all heading to the same festival, but Jimin liked to think they
were. Everyone should spend at least one day at the cherry blossom festival. They took turns
having a hold of Minji, either by the hand or in their arms, the shared responsibility turning Jimin’s
insides with adoration. Jungkook would pull up video clips on his phone to entertain Minji when
she got restless during the hour ride or sing along with her to videos of their favorite music. Minji
told Jimin about how she, Jungkook, and Yoongi “jammed” the weekend she spent at Jungkook’s.
An hour later, the masses of people funneled out of the station and towards the park. “Daddy!
Kookie! It’s so pretty!” Minji gasped as the overhanging branches of endless cherry trees embraced
their entrance into the park.

“It really is.” Jimin agreed. He may have already spent twenty-three years on the earth,
but every spring he was awed by the cherry blossoms. He kept a hold of Minji’s hand as they
continued.

Jungkook slowed and raised his Sony Alpha A7 to capture Jimin and Minji’s entrance
into the park surrounded by soft pink and white petals as they fluttered to the ground. He then
zoomed in on the branches themselves, capturing their delicate state of ushering in sweet renewal.

“Come on Kookie!” Minji’s voice called. He lowered his camera and saw both her and
Jimin turned around, waiting for him. Minji outstretched her arm and he reached for her in turn.
Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat as Jungkook grabbed Minji’s hand, the three of them locked
together. Just like the families he had been envious over for years. He couldn’t get a handle on the
erratic racing of his heart and he reached up to try and inconspicuously wipe a stray tear away.

“What’s first?” Jungkook asked with a glance down to Minji.

“Snacks?” Minji asked.

Jungkook looked to Jimin, who gave him a small nod. They made their way towards the
street vendors lining the walkways. Jungkook paid for each of their lunches, and Jimin grabbed
them a small picnic table to settle down at. “You know, they always try to bottle the smell of cherry
blossoms but they fail each and every time.” Jimin said wistfully as he closed his eyes and drew in
a long breath.

“You aren’t wrong.” Jungkook agreed as he placed their food down. He nestled in next to
Jimin, across from Minji. Her eyes were large and bright as she watched Jimin and Jungkook. As
Jungkook chatted with Jimin about the sad state of manufactured scents he distractedly cut up
pieces of his meat and placed them to Minji’s plate. Jimin watched, his mouth falling open. A gasp
escaped when Jungkook then placed cuts of meat on Jimin’s plate as well.

“Do you always take such good care of people?” Jimin asked softly as his hand wrapped
gently around Jungkook’s wrist.

“Hmm?” Jungkook seemed confused at first until he looked down to where he had just
divvied up his meal. “Oh. Um.” His face flushed and his ears turned bright red at the tips. “I never
really noticed. I don’t, uh, I don’t think I’ve ever really had anyone to take care of. So, maybe?”

Jimin portioned out his dish and pushed some onto Minji’s and Jungkook’s plates in turn.
He met Jungkook’s eyes and smiled before leaning in and pecking his mouth. Minji rambled off a
mental itinerary of what she wanted to do while they were there, “we gotta play the pianos Kookie,
and watch the petals in the river, and did you know they have a train you can ride through the
park?...”

Their first stop after lunch was the colorful pianos set out along the walkways. Jungkook
sat, with Jimin rested against the side of the piano, and Minji next to him on the bench. Jungkook
started playing, a beautiful, sweet medley before his smooth voice filtered out barely above the
notes. And when they did, he glanced to both Minji and Jimin, “You’re everything in this world to
me. Harder, so it hurts, hold me tight. We shared something, and you can’t make it nothing. I hope
you don’t forget, you’re my day by day, summer, winter. Even if you don’t know, you got the best of
me.”

Minji smiled up at her dad, then back to Jungkook. Jimin stared in wonder, never having
heard the song before. As Jungkook finished Minji clapped delightedly. “Did you like it Daddy!?
Kookie wrote it.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, what?”

Jungkook flushed again and chewed his bottom lip. “It’s just something I’d been working
on lately.”

Jimin nestled in next to him on the piano bench. “It’s beautiful Kook.”
 Jungkook laced his fingers with Jimin’s, rubbing his thumb over top of his. He wasn’t
ready to tell him his inspiration for his music as of late, though he hoped maybe Jimin would pick
up on it. “Alright Minji, your turn. Why don’t you play something for me and your daddy?” He
nudged Jimin to stand so that he could follow and give Minji space on the bench. He pushed the
bench closer to the piano and Minji grinned over her shoulder at him.

She reached out, found her middle C and then licked her lips before hesitantly starting
“Ode To Joy” a proud smile spreading over Jimin’s face. He reached for Jungkook’s hand and
squeezed, “You’ve done such a great job teaching her.” He whispered.

“I’ve enjoyed every moment.” Minji finished her piece and Jungkook burst into
enthusiastic applause, Jimin following along right beside him—even if he was acutely aware of the
amused glances of people as they passed by.

The locked hands again, Minji happily between them, as they made their way to the river
that cut through the park, lined heavily with cherry blossom trees. As they walked Minji started
hopping between them. “Swing me!” She pleaded. And Jimin’s heart stuttered as he realized that he
could now. With Jungkook, he could now swing his darling girl between the two of them. It wasn’t
him watching as she swung between Jin and Joon—he got to swing her himself, with a lovely, kind,
handsome man on the other side. He looked to Jungkook and smiled.

Jungkook didn’t need much further direction. “Alright, Minnie, you ready?” She hopped
and nodded excitedly. “One…two…three!” At the last count he and Jimin lifted and swung Minji
out, pulling out a round of giggles.

“Again!” And so they did, between laughs and exaggerated grunts, because “oh my
goodness Minji when did you get to be such a big girl?” they continued to swing her between them.

They got to the stone bridge and Jimin and Jungkook leaned against the edge while Minji
sat between them—Jimin maintained a firm grasp on her waist as to prevent a fall into the blossom
covered river. Jungkook pulled his camera from his side and snapped long view photos down the
river, the fluttering of blossoms from the trees to the river below providing a mellow, romantic feel.
He pulled back and stepped away two steps to raise the camera to Minji and Jimin.

“Did you want a picture of the three of you?” A kind voice asked from behind him. He
turned to see an older pair of women. It only took him half a second to notice their fingers locked
together.

He smiled graciously at them. “I think we’d like that.” He handed over his camera and
turned back to Jimin and Minji. “Hey, come here, this lovely lady is going to get a picture of us.”
He came to in front of Jimin, Minji still standing on the stone ledge. He and Jimin both reached for
one of Minji’s hands, gazing happily at her and one of the ladies snapped a picture. They weren’t
expecting it, but the moment was too perfect not to capture. They crowded together then faced the
woman, soft smiles and loving gestures. In one picture Jimin is holding Minji on his hip, the rest of
him pulled flush against Jungkook before his lips came to rest on Jimin’s forehead. The older
woman snapped along, hoping to capture on film the happiness radiating from them.

“Thank you so much.” Jungkook gushed as he accepted the camera back from them.

She reached up and patted his upper arm. “Of course, darling.” She glanced to her
partner. “We understand how some might not be willing to document such an outing.” Jungkook
nodded in understanding. “You have an absolutely beautiful family.”

“Thank you.” He said softly as he looked back at Jimin and Minji. Minji was busy
gathering handfuls of fallen petals and showering her dad with them.

“Enjoy the festival. Oh! Don’t forget to get that sweet darling girl a flower crown.”

“Oh! Yes, of course! Thank you again.”

They had spent hours in Seoul at the festival, and Jungkook made sure to get Minji a
blossom headband crown. They took a ride on the little train and even visited the petting zoo on
site. By six in the evening Minji was getting a bit whiny, a clear indication that she was all funned
out and tired. They were on the train back home by six thirty and walking into Jimin’s house, with a
passed out Minji by eight.

Jungkook carried Minji up to bed for Jimin then watched as Jimin tucked her in. Jimin
pulled him out by his hand and brought him back to the living room downstairs. “Today really
meant a lot to me, Kook.”

“Me too, Jimin.”

Jimin nestled himself into Jungkook’s embrace. “Kook.” He paused. “What do you want
with me and Minji?”

Jungkook stilled. What did he want? He wanted forever. He wanted to share every night
and every morning with them, wanted to see Kakuna nestle into Minji’s bed at night. He wanted to
bring them to meet his family, wanted to attend school functions and cheer the loudest at all her
events. He wanted to experience every inch of Jimin and wake up holding him—and not just
because they had a sleepover.

“Jimin.” He started. “If you’re worried that this is something casual for me, don’t be.”
He ran his hand through Jimin’s hair. “I think the better question at this point is, what do you want
with me?”

“I don’t want to pressure you for anything.” Jimin said as he pulled away walked into the
kitchen. He stretched and grabbed a bottle of scotch from the upper cabinet. He pulled a glass from
the cupboard and poured a splash of the drink over two ice cubes.

“Jimin.” Jimin ignored him and sipped at his scotch, drawing in a quick breath after.
“What do you want.”

Jimin turned his gaze to Jungkook, a layer of pain pulled across his features. “I want
someone who isn’t going to bail.”

“Jimin, I’m not bailing.”

“You don’t know that.”

Jungkook narrowed his gaze on him. “Then what, Jimin? You’re gonna bail on me before
I can bail on you? Is that what this is?” He didn’t want to acknowledge the burning tightness in his
throat.
 “No?” He looked lost, confused.

“Jimin. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m in.” He motioned around him. “I guess I just
need to know that the feeling is mutual. Are you in? Do you want this?”

Jimin’s eyes turned glassy as tears started to pool. “So much.” He whispered.

Jungkook gathered him back up. “Okay then.” He caught the one rogue tear that escaped
his eye.

“Will you stay?”

“I already told you I’m not bailing.”

“No. That’s,” Jimin swallowed. “that’s not what I meant. Um. Will you stay? Tonight?”
Jungkook placed his hands to the side of Jimin’s face, searching his face for any hesitation. When
he couldn’t find any, he agreed. Jimin finished his drink, placed the glass to the side of the sink and
led Jungkook to the stairs. “I know it’s early, but we could watch a movie upstairs if you want.”

“Sure.” Jungkook agreed easily. “Would it be possible to get cleaned up first? It’s been a
long day, I feel a little grimy.”

“Oh, of course.” Jimin led him into his bedroom where he stopped to grab a pair of
basketball shorts for Jungkook. “Will these work?” Jungkook nodded and then followed Jimin to
his en suite, his gaze drew in as much of Jimin’s room as possible on the way. Jimin flitted about,
grabbing a clean towel from the cabinet and a new toothbrush from the drawer. Jungkook quirked
his eyebrow. “You know how the dentist always gives you a new one.” Jimin explained with a
chuckle and a shrug. “I’ll um, just be out in my room if you need anything.”

“I’ll be right out.”

Jimin laid back in his bed, trying to slow his racing heart. Jungkook was staying the
night. Jungkook was currently in his shower—naked. Jungkook would be having breakfast with
him and Minnie. Jungkook would be in his bed. Jimin hadn’t shared his bed with anyone but Minji
in almost five years. Oh God, what if Jungkook snored too loudly and Jimin couldn’t sleep?
Jungkook—

Jungkook was stepping out of his steamy bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth. “You can
hop in if you want now.” He mumbled around the foamy mess as he motioned back to the shower.

Jimin couldn’t pull his eyes from him. He was bare-chested, towel draped over his
shoulder, Jimin’s basketball shorts slung low on his hips. Droplets of water clung from shaggy
strands of hair before falling in quick succession down his collarbone to his chest and along his abs.
Jimin swallowed. “O-okay.”

Jungkook smiled around his toothbrush and went back into the bathroom. Jimin allowed
himself a moment for a few deep breaths before following. Jungkook was finishing up rinsing his
mouth and smiled through the mirror at Jimin. He turned and placed a quick kiss to the corner of
Jimin’s mouth before leaving.
 Jimin was torn between taking the fastest shower known to man in order to get back to
Jungkook and taking as much time as possible to try and gather his thoughts. In the end, it was
somewhere in the middle, though likely on the short end. He stepped out, wrapped a towel around
his waist and belatedly realized he didn’t have a change of clothes. He tucked his towel securely,
brushed his teeth and then entered the bedroom. Jungkook was lazily sprawled on the bed, his back
against the pillows. “Well, that’s not fair.” He laughed.

“I forgot a change of clothes.” Jimin blushed.

“Uh huh. You sure you aren’t just testing my capacity to resist you?” Jungkook took in
the lines of Jimin’s body, his strong back, toned chest and abs, the dip of his back into the swell of
his ass. “I might fail.” Jimin’s laughter was light as he pulled his drawer open and grabbed a pair of
pajama pants. He slipped them on under his towel and then brought the towel up to his head to dry
his hair.

He hung his towel back up in the bathroom then crawled into bed next to Jungkook. It
surprised him a bit when, after he situated himself against the headboard and pillows, that
Jungkook scooted down a bit and rested his head on Jimin’s chest. He caught the smell of his
shampoo, and it stirred something possessive and domestic in him. He ran his fingers through
Jungkook’s hair as Jungkook’s fingers rubbed long Jimin’s torso. “Thank you for staying.”

“Jimin, I’m not sure there’s any other place I’d rather be.”
 Chapter 15
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin woke up surrounded by warmth, but quickly realized it wasn’t the Minji sized heater he was
so used to next to him. He hummed, content as he stroked his hand along Jungkook’s bare shoulder
and down his arm that was still securely wrapped around Jimin’s waist. He couldn’t seem to be
bothered by the small collection of drool on his chest as he felt so completely comfortable in his
arms. He lowered his face and breathed in the scent of his shampoo, still locked into Jungkook’s
fluffy bed-headed mess of hair. “Morning honey.” Jungkook mumbled into his torso.
 Jimin felt the heat flush from his neck to his ears at the term of endearment. “Sleep
well?”

Jungkook stretched without lifting his head from Jimin’s skin. “Mmm, so well.” He
turned his face towards Jimin. “Kinda don’t want to get up.”

“Well,” Jimin glanced at his watch. “I say we got about ten minutes before Minji is up—”

“Morning make-out session?” Jungkook pulled himself up and away from Jimin, eyes
bright and amused.

Jimin laughed and pushed him away. “No. I thought more, climb out of bed and get
dressed.”

“Are you kicking me out?” He asked as he nuzzled against Jimin’s neck, playfully kissing
at his ear. “Making me do the walk of shame? We didn’t even have se—”

“Daddy?”

The sound of Minji’s voice made Jungkook pull away from Jimin with such speed Jimin
was afraid he’d fall straight out of bed. He pulled the blanket up to cover his bare chest and turned
a shade of red Jimin wasn’t sure he’d ever seen in real life. “I guess we had less than ten minutes.”
He teased with a pat on Jungkook’s head. “Hi sweetheart.” Jimin greeted easily.

“Kookie had a sleepover?” She asked as she climbed up into Jimin’s bed. Jimin grabbed
her and plopped her in between him and Jungkook.

“He did. He was so tired from our busy day yesterday that he slept over.” He glanced at
Jungkook who was fighting to slow his breath and will the flush away.

“Kookie makes good waffles, daddy. Can he make us waffles?” She asked as she patted
the sides of Jimin’s face, squishing his cheeks together.

Jimin laughed between her hands. “I don’t know.” He looked beyond her to Jungkook,
who had finally gotten to the point of looking composed. “Would you make us some waffles
Jungkookie?”

“Yeah, uh, of course.” He smiled uneasily at Jimin, but Jimin winked and smiled happily
back—gently assuring him that there was nothing to worry about.

“Alright Doodle-bug, let’s go.” He picked her up and placed her on the floor. She
scampered out of his room and down the stairs singing about waffles. Jimin turned to Jungkook,
who had laid back and closed his eyes, trying to process the situation. “Hey.” Jimin cooed as he
crawled towards him. “You ok?”

“I’m not sure. Um, kinda embarrassed I think.”

Jimin kissed him gently and stroked the side of his face. “Nothing to be embarrassed
about.” He kissed him again. “I promise.” He pulled back from Jungkook and got off the bed. “If
she has any questions about it, I’ll handle it.”
 Yoongi thought the entire situation was hilarious. “Oh shit, I wish I could have seen your
face. I bet it was priceless.” He said between wheezes of laughter.

“You’re a cruel, insensitive man Yoongi.” Jungkook groaned.

“And Jimin just…not even a care, huh?”

“Not at all! Like it was a standard morning.” Jungkook ran his hands through his hair
before flinging himself onto his couch as Yoongi continued to chuckle.

“What about Minji? How did she react?” Yoongi asked as he nestled into the corner of
Jungkook’s couch.

“Didn’t phase her either.” He paused to chew at his lip. “You don’t…you don’t think—I
mean, he said he hasn’t been with—but I guess I wonder if he’s had people spend the night
before?”

“I sincerely doubt it, Kook.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right. It just seemed so odd, how no one except me seemed
to care that I was caught half undressed in Jimin’s bed.”

“Maybe, and this is just a theory,” Yoongi started with a pointed look at Jungkook. “But
maybe he didn’t want to make it a thing because he fully intends for that situation to happen more
often.”

Jungkook considered the statement. It was a logical hypothesis, and one he wouldn’t be
opposed to. He loved Jimin’s house. Loved being there, spending time with the two of them. It felt
natural to curl into Jimin’s hold, tangling their legs together as breaths slowed and evened out. He
loved waking up to the feeling of Jimin’s hands caressing his skin. And maybe Jimin loved these
things as well. Maybe he did want him over more often.

“That, actually, makes a lot of sense.”

Jimin got to Minji’s school early, hoping to catch Jin before she came out. And
thankfully, luck was on his side. “Jimin! Hey!” Jin greeted happily as he met him in a hug. “To
what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Had a favor to ask.” Jimin said. “Wanted to ask in person.”

“Ah, so you can use those puppy eyes and pouty lips against me, huh?” Jin laughed.
“Alright then, bring it on.”

“Jungkook wants to take me to Seoul for our first ‘official’ date. I was hoping you could
take Minji overnight.” When he didn’t receive and answer right away, he braved a glance to him.
 Jin looked calm but Jimin could feel the buzzing energy coming off him in waves.
“Jungkook…is taking you to Seoul.” He repeated slowly. Jimin nodded. “And you need an
overnight sitter?” Jimin nodded again.

“Just because you know, we’ll probably be getting back really late and—”

“And you want to have some private sexy time together. No no, I get it.”

“Jin!” Jimin laughed and smacked him playfully in the chest. “That’s not…I mean, we
might? I just—can you take her?”

“Of course we’ll take her.” Jin laughed. “And then you and Jungkook can stay for a bit
Saturday when you pick her up. Namjoon and I have a bit of an announcement.”

“Perfect! Thank you! I’ll drop her off Friday after school.” The rest of the statement
seemed to catch up with him. “Announcement? What kind of announcement? Are you pregnant!?”
His eyes disappeared under full, happy cheeks as he laughed.

“You’re ridiculous, Jimin. No pregnancies in this family, we lack the proper equipment.”
He laughed. “You’ll just have to wait until Saturday.” Jin wrapped his arm around Jimin’s shoulder.
“I’m happy for you, Jimin. Both Joon and I are. You deserve this. And Jungkook is a great guy.”

Jimin smiled thoughtfully. “He truly is. I really like him, Jin.”

“I know you do, kid.”

Jimin stood in front of his walk-in closet, chewing the side of his thumb as he pulled out
a handful of shirts to try on. He grabbed a mix of button-downs and sweaters, tossing all onto his
bed before slipping each one on and stepping in front of the full-length mirror. He turned, checking
each angle, wanting to look his best. He liked the look of the black turtle neck sweater, but tossed it
back on the bed when he found himself thinking of how it would hinder those sweet kisses on his
neck that he liked so much. With that in mind he settled on a light blue button down top with his
slim fit black slacks that hugged his ass in what Jimin might call a questionable way. He quirked
his brow, shrugged his shoulders, and went with it.

He pulled a small make-up bag from a drawer in the bathroom and snorted. If his parents
had any idea he was about to wear eyeshadow and eyeliner on a date with a man they’d surely have
a fit. He hoped Jungkook would like it though.

Just as he finished slipping on his shoes, he heard the doorbell. His heart jumped to his
throat and his hands instantly started to sweat. He laughed at himself, I train fucking special forces
in hand to hand combat and barely flinch but Jungkook rings my doorbell for an official date and I
lose my bearings.

He swung the door open, and his brain sincerely short-circuited. Jungkook stood before
him, form hugging black pants, and a simple black long sleeve shirt under a grey jacket. His hair
was styled slightly off-center and he smelled absolutely delicious. “Damn, baby, you look great.”
Jungkook said as he stepped into the house and pressed a solid kiss to Jimin’s neck. Ah, see good
call on getting rid of the turtle neck.

“You too.”

Jungkook handed Jimin another full bouquet of flowers he hadn’t noticed when he first
opened the door. A simple bouquet of red tulips, a clear message of believe me, I’m declaring my
love. And a message that Jimin was almost certain he was ready to accept. “Kookie.” He breathed.
“Thank you.” He lifted up on his toes to meet him in another kiss before retreating to the kitchen.
“I’ll just get these settled and then we can go.”

Jungkook followed behind and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist as he filled the
vase. “I’m so glad we finally found time to do this.” He murmured against his neck.

“Me too.” Jimin said softly, worried he wouldn’t be heard over the rampant beating of his
heart. He arranged the flowers, placed them in the center of the kitchen island and took Jungkook’s
hand. “Ready?”

“Feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life.”

Jimin laughed, his cheeks aching with the stretch of his smile. “Ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

“I do.” They both paused, the air thickening around them. Jimin cleared his throat.
“Okay, well. Um, I think I have everything I need.” Jungkook gazed at him, drawing him in like a
desperate breath. He was sure that he had everything he needed as well, so long as he had Jimin.

“So I mean, it’s not that I’m totally reliant on my parents, but I’m also not completely
self-sufficient I guess?” Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “Ugh, that makes me sound horrible.
Definitely not winning any points with that, am I?”

Jimin fought a smile. He was sure that Jungkook had already won the game and didn’t
need any more “points.” He pondered the situation. “I mean, they put in all that time and work to
make sure you would be taken care of then and later right?” Jungkook nodded. “So you may as
well let them. The trust fund will come in handy once you go back to school.”

“I’m starting to think I should go back now.”

“Why’s that?” Jimin asked with a quick glance out the train window to the passing
scenery.

How could Jungkook tell Jimin that it was him and Minji that made him want to go back
to school, get a solid career path underway, and make more money than a lowly barista? “I want to
be someone that you could be proud of.” He said softly.

“Kook.” He turned back from the window and fully faced Jungkook.

“I mean, I’m young, right? Why would you take me seriously with what I got going for
me now?” He could feel the rambling starting but felt a bit powerless to stop it. “If we, you know,
get serious, I don’t want you to feel embarrassed by me. Your parents already terrify me a bit, I’d
like to have something about me that says I’m worthy of you and Minji. And you’re doing so damn
well in life, people might wonder what you’re doing with someone like me.”

Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s hand. “Kookie, stop.” Jungkook turned to him, Jimin’s brow
was pulled together, pained to even consider that Jungkook felt he wasn’t good enough. “You don’t
need to worry about anyone but me. And Minji. And she and I? We adore you. I’d never be
embarrassed to introduce you to anyone—my parents included. You’re wonderful, Kookie. I don’t
need you to have a fancy degree and well-paying job to take you seriously—I just need you to be
serious about us. And you are, yeah?” Jungkook quickly nodded. Jimin brought Jungkook’s hand
up and kissed his knuckles. “Besides, I make enough money for the both of us.”

Jungkook laughed, “Good to know, baby.”

“The Namsan Tower? Kookie, you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to. A little birdie may or may not have told me that it’s been essentially forever
—if ever—since you’d been on a proper woo-worthy date. And it’s my intention, Park Jimin, to
woo you tonight.” Jimin grinned, biting his lip. “Come on, darling.” Jungkook placed his hand at
the small of Jimin’s back and ushered him into the tower. “I hope you like Italian.”

Jungkook had reservations set and they were brought right away to an intimate table next
to the window that overlooked Seoul. “This is beautiful, Jungkook.”

“Yeah, it’s alright. I’d say I have the better view.” Jimin looked back to Jungkook who
had his gaze locked on him.

“So cheesy.” Jimin laughed. “Come on, sit with me.” He reached out for Jungkook’s hand
and sat, keeping a hold of Jungkook. They kept their hands clasped together on top of the table,
garnering glances from other patrons. Jimin caught the gaze of a couple, the distaste clear in their
eyes. He went to pull his hand away but Jungkook tightened his grip. “Pay them no mind, Jimin.
Just me and you, okay? I’m not ashamed of this. You shouldn’t be either.”

“I know.” Jimin said softly. “It’s just…it’s been difficult, embracing who I am. At least
embracing who I am outside of Minji’s dad. This is new, Kook.”

“I know it is. But we’ll figure it out together. I promise.” Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s
hand again before turning to the menu.

“Hobi and I used to sneak away late at night and dance for hours in his mom’s studio. My
father hated it of course, telling me that dance was for sissies and that a real man wouldn’t partake
in such ridiculous activities.” Jimin wrapped some fettucine noodles around his fork and stuffed
them into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out in a way that Jungkook found totally endearing. “But
dancing is a form of freedom that I needed then and I still need now, you know? I mean, I don’t get
to do it as often now but when I can…”

“I think you should try to find more time to go dance. I’d be happy to hang out with
Minnie.” Jungkook offered before cutting into another stuffed ravioli.
 Jimin paused. “Yeah?” Jungkook nodded.

“In fact, why don’t you go Tuesdays and Thursdays while Minnie’s already with me
doing lessons? You know, now that you don’t need to use the lessons as an excuse to see me.” His
grin was teasing, and Jimin knew he was referring to the overheard confession to Namjoon.

“You know, that’s actually a really good idea.”

“No, I’m talking strictly just the animated classic Disney movies. You can’t go into other
licensed Disney properties like Star Wars.” Jimin laughed before taking another sip red wine.

“I’m just saying! If we’re talking Disney villains you can’t just ignore Emperor
Palpatine! He literally wiped out an entire religious order.”

“Valid. But let’s narrow the pool. Only considering classic animated Disney movies…
who is the worst—or best based on how you look at it—villain?” Jimin posed, resting his chin in
his palm.

“Well, okay…so my first gut feeling is Ursala. Like, talk about exploiting people’s
deepest desires. Or maybe even Beast—I mean, Belle legitimately formed Stockholm Syndrome
being held hostage by him. Though, I guess to be fair, Gaston wasn’t much better. Toxic
masculinity oozing out of that dude. ‘no one says no to Gaston’ like, okay that’s a little rapey.”
Jungkook pursed his lips and he thought through more options.

“I’m in the Lion King camp.”

“Scar.” Jungkook nodded.

“Mufasa.”

Jungkook gasped. “No!”

“Think about it. Mufasa was an apartheid leader and a blatant racist. He blamed the
hyenas for any issues. He believed lions were superior to all the other animals. And yes, Scar was
essentially Hitler but I think the true reason that Mufasa was a better—or worse as it were—villain
is that no one sees him as a villain! Or even yet! Mufasa was Saddam Hussein! He had a neo-
fascist dictatorship. And, you know, because things didn’t destabilize until after he died and Scar
took over creating an economic downturn.”

“Your mind is incredible.” Jungkook sighed. Jimin laughed.

Time continued to tick by, endless conversation bouncing between them. Dream places to
visit. Longest road trip. Song they could never get sick of hearing. Favorite movies. Debates on
whether cereal can be eaten at any other time other than breakfast. Most embarrassing moments
and biggest regrets. Proudest accomplishments and biggest fears.

“Jungkook, it’s literally just water.”

 “It’s deep water, Jimin. And it gets so dark. Like seriously, anything could be living in
there and no one would even know. I’m sorry, but no, I’m not risking my life just to be able to say I
swam in the ocean. Nope. Not gonna do it.”

“It was hard, you know, losing the person who was supposed to be your best friend. Tae
just couldn’t come to terms with the fact that I was gay. It was like he suddenly started to question
all our time together, if every touch had some sort of ‘perverted’ undertone to it. I tried explaining
to him that just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m attracted to all men.” Jungkook sighed then
shrugged. “I almost think he ended up being offended that I wasn’t attracted to him.”

“I would be.” Jimin teased.

“In any case, I essentially told him if he couldn’t support and love me—all of me—then I
didn’t want him in my life.” He took a bite of the large slice of cheesecake placed in the middle of
the table. “Haven’t seen him since I was fifteen.”

“That sucks, Jungkookie, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. He made his choice.”

“Clubbing?!” Jimin exclaimed. “Are you serious?”

“Hell yeah I’m serious.” Jungkook laughed. “Come on, we’re young, we’re childless for
the night. Let’s get wasted and dance all night.” Jimin’s heart stuttered at Jungkook’s comment that
they were childless.

They stumbled into one of the hottest gay clubs in Seoul, Looking Star. The space was lit
up, fog filled, and thrumming with heavy bass. Jungkook checked his jacket, collecting his reclaim
ticket, and then pulled Jimin towards the bar where he promptly ordered two shots. “You ready?”

“I guess I’ll need to be!” Jimin laughed before toasting Jungkook and tossing the liquid
down his throat. Jungkook coughed a bit but smiled before motioning to the dance floor. They
jogged to the floor, laughing giddily already. Jimin spun with his hands in the air, turning back to
Jungkook with an unadulterated smile plastered on his face. He gave a sly—and a touch cocky—
grin to Jungkook before breaking out into some fancy footwork and a body roll, his hands brushing
through his hair. Jungkook did not miss the way anyone with a line of sight to Jimin was enraptured
by the scene. They continued for a few songs, showing off moves and throwing each other teasing
smiles.

They went back to the bar for another round of shots. Thanks to the bottle of wine they split at
dinner the second shot did more than just blur the edges of sobriety. They were tiptoeing the edge
of downright drunk. As they got back to the dancefloor, Jungkook pulled Jimin flush against him
and started to move to the beat. Jimin melded into him, the roll of hips against each other spiking
his heart rate and body temperature. Jungkook held him tightly at the waist, looking down towards
Jimin, whose face had already turned dewy from the sweat forming. He licked his lips and lowered
his face into the side of Jimin’s neck, kissing and biting and licking. Jimin’s hold around
Jungkook’s neck tightened as a growl rolled through his throat. “Kookie.”
 “Baby.” Jungkook answered, his teeth gently grasping the shell of Jimin’s ear.

Jimin didn’t answer, just continued dancing—though at that point one could only really
identify it as less than subtle hinting at a burning sexual desire. He slid his leg between Jungkook’s,
hip to hip as he rutted against him, kissing under his jaw. He started to pull him back as he shuffled
towards a wall. Once his back hit the solid surface Jungkook swooped in to devour his lips. His
hands carded up the back of Jimin’s head tightening in his hair. “So fucking beautiful.” He breathed
against his lips.

Jimin’s hands were firmly grasping the meat of Jungkook’s ass, pulling him impossibly
closer. “Kookie. We need to go.”

“We just got here.” Jungkook mumbled against his lips.

“I want you to…to show me…”

“Show you what, baby?” Jungkook asked as he pulled away, the fuzziness clearing as
concern for Jimin filtered in.

Jimin leaned forward to under Jungkook’s ear. “All the ways it’s different to be pleased
by a man.”

Chapter End Notes

Please don't hate me for the mention of Tae! I thought perhaps instead of just not having him
in this at all, that we could have some sort of *reason* as to why he's not featured. Nothing
personal!! (who knows, maybe he'll come around again later and redeem himself??)
 Chapter 16
Chapter Notes

Sooo.... this chapter is essentially smut. Just, straight up (gay) smut. LOL

Also...I'll be preparing for my trip to Chicago to see our boys in the coming days, so the next
chapter might not be up until after Sunday (I'm sorry!!!)

I love you all so much!!

“All the ways it’s different to be pleased by a man.” Jimin’s voice was deeper and grittier under
Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook swallowed as he tightened his hold on Jimin. The implication was clear
and Jungkook’s heart raced.

He dropped his face and captured Jimin’s full lips in his. “You sure?” He mumbled
against him. He pulled back and reached out for Jimin’s hand.

Jimin laced his fingers with Jungkook’s. He gazed down at their hands before raising his
eyes to Jungkook. He nodded as he licked his lips. He was pretty sure. Maybe. He wanted to—he
did. The thought of it made him a bit woozy though—or maybe that was the bottle of wine and two
shots?

“Alright then.” Jungkook’s voice pulled him from his internal debates. “Let’s go.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for an hour train ride back.” Jimin said as he wobbled back and
forth at Jungkook’s side as he traded his ticket for his jacket.

“We’re not going home, baby.” Jungkook said as he slipped into his jacket and wrapped
his arm around Jimin’s waist.

“Where’re we going?” Jimin said as he swung to the front of Jungkook, fisting his hands
into his shirt, bringing his lips to under Jungkook’s jaw. Jungkook promised him he’d see soon
enough and pulled him out of the nightclub. As they half-stumbled down the street Jungkook made
a point to stop at a couple street vendors for some meat and fried dumplings, wanting both he and
Jimin to be a bit more sober before getting to their destination.

“Koooookie,” Jimin pouted as they paused at a bench to finish their last snack.

“Jimin.” Jungkook said evenly, with a small smirk.

Jimin scooted closer, trailing his fingers up Jungkook’s thigh. The muscles tensed as
Jimin got closer to his groin. “Jimin.” Jungkook warned.

Jimin kissed the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “I want you so bad.” Jimin purred.

Jungkook took a deep breath. “Okay, okay.” He turned to Jimin, cupping his face. “How
are you feeling?”

Jimin’s eyebrows pinched together. “How am—I’m horny, Jungkook.” He laughed

frustratedly. “And you told me we’d go and y’know…take care of some things but all you’ve done
is take me to three different food vendors and force me to drink at least a liter of water.”

Jungkook chewed his lip. “I’m sorry, baby. I just…I wanted to make sure you weren’t
just saying things because you’d been drinking. I wanted us to be a bit more clear-headed.”

Jimin’s demeanor softened. He stroked the side of Jungkook’s face, his eyes warm and
full of adoration. “Oh.” He licked his lips and nodded. “I, uh, I get that. But Kookie, sweetheart,
I’ve been wanting this for a long time. Much longer than just tonight. I promise.” He placed a quick
kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. “And thanks to all the snacks, my buzz is pretty much non-existent.”
 Jungkook grinned, “Well okay, then.” He stood from the bench and reached out his hand.
Jimin slipped his hand into Jungkook’s and followed. The air around them tingled with anticipation
and when Jungkook led him to the Westin Chosun, Jimin’s heart swooped and left him a touch
breathless. He pulled him through the doors, bypassed the front desk and called the elevator. Jimin
eyed him but said nothing. Not until they reached the twelfth floor and Jungkook keyed them into a
room.

“You planned ahead.”

Jungkook flushed. “I, um, hope you don’t mind. I asked Hoseok to get you a change of
clothes.”

Jimin chuckled, “So that’s why he wanted my keys the other day. He claimed he forgot
his hoodie at my place, and I told him I’d just bring it to him, but he swore he needed it that day.”
He shook his head lightly. “But no, Kook, I don’t mind.” He stepped to Jungkook and pressed
himself against him as he tunneled his hands through Jungkook’s hair. “Kiss me.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He lunged forward and captured Jimin’s soft, full
lips in a frantic kiss. Jimin gasped and whimpered at the intensity, a flood of heat bursting through
his body and rushing to his crotch. Everything ignited inside him. He pulled Jungkook back,
shuffling further into the room. He glanced back, to gauge where the bed was as Jungkook
peppered kisses along his neck. He pulled away from Jungkook, a playful spark in his eyes as he
stood next to the bed. Jungkook toed off his shoes, flung his jacket on the back of a chair, and
peeled off the sinfully tight black shirt. Jimin started to unbutton his shirt as he watched him.

Jungkook wanted the pleasure of undressing Jimin so he rushed to get in front of him
again. Jimin grinned and pushed him onto the bed, shaking his head, before he resumed undressing.
He kept his hooded gaze on Jungkook as he pulled the shirt from his pants, finished unbuttoning
and pushed it off his shoulders, falling to a soft heap on the floor. Jungkook swallowed at the fact
that Jimin hadn’t worn an undershirt. His chest was bare and heaving. Jungkook sat up and reached
for Jimin. Jimin appeased him and stood between his knees. Jungkook’s hands shakily traced along
the top of his pants before trailing along his abs and up his torso to Jimin’s small brown nipples. A
devilish smirk pulled at his red, swollen lips before he rolled the nub between his fingers. Jimin’s
head rolled back as a moan slipped beyond his lips. “Shit, Kook.”

Jungkook released Jimin’s nipples, ran his hands back down his torso before sliding to his
lower back. He tugged him forward and Jimin laughed. Jungkook’s face lit up at the sound—few
things making him happier than provoking that twinkling laughter from Jimin. Jimin stepped back
and pushed Jungkook back to the bed as he toed off his shoes and undid his belt. Jungkook couldn’t
seem to slow his heart, and it was getting difficult to breathe. Jungkook scooted further back onto
the bed, leaned up on his elbows to watch Jimin. Jimin left his pants on, but undone, and the image
about killed Jungkook. Jimin then crawled onto the bed and over Jungkook’s body. He knelt over
him, his knees on either side of Jungkook’s thighs, before leaning in. He trailed his tongue over
Jungkook’s bottom lip as he pressed his lips against his. They kissed for what felt like hours, soft
and sweet, hot and fast, slow, hard, and intense. Jungkook’s hold on Jimin solid but kind. Jungkook
caressed Jimin with such affection Jimin worried he might tear up.

“You’re so sexy.” Jungkook growled against the side of Jimin’s neck.

Jimin was panting above him and he pulled back. He gazed down at Jungkook, taking in
his flushed skin, hooded eyes, and wet lips. He took a deep breath. “Kookie.” He paused and
Jungkook could see him swallow. Jungkook reached up and placed his hands softly to Jimin’s hips,
drawing small circles as he waited. “I’ve never—I don’t—I,” He huffed between panting breaths
and looked away from Jungkook.

“Hey, slow down baby, it’s okay. Talk to me.” Jungkook sat up and brushed Jimin’s hair
away from his face.

“I want to make you feel good, Jungkook.”

“You do, baby. God, you make me feel so good.” Jungkook promised as he continued to
run his hands through Jimin’s hair, trying to catch his gaze. Jimin skillfully avoided those soft,
understanding, doe eyes.

“But Kook, I don’t—God, this is so embarrassing.” He mumbled as he braved a glance at

Jungkook. “I don’t know how Kook. I’ve never done anything with a guy. Not really. I’m going to
be bad at it.” He finished softly.

“Jimin,” Jungkook started with a soft smile. “I’m not sure there’s anything you’d ever be
bad at.” He stroked the apple of Jimin’s flushed cheek. “But we’re not going to do anything you’re
not totally comfortable with, okay?”

Jimin nodded, so overcome with emotions—disbelief, comfort, excitement, trust,

nervousness, and…love? He looked down at the beautiful man under him, who looked at him
reverently and patiently. This man who, despite clearly wanting to take things further—if his
erection was any indication—was willing to slow down or completely stop if Jimin wasn’t ready.
This man who was so stunning and kind, who made him laugh and who adored Minji. Yeah, Jimin
realized, I might love him.

Jimin shifted, slid off Jungkook’s lap and laid on his back, a beckoning gaze to his
partner who was sitting up and looking over at him. Jimin licked his lips and lowered his gaze
before shyly looking up from under hooded lids as his hands started to push his pants off his hips.
“Touch me?”

Jungkook nodded as he crawled over to cage Jimin in. He replaced Jimin’s hands on the
waistband of his pants and pulled them from his body. He ran his hands up his legs, pausing to
squeeze at his thighs and place a kiss to the inside of each one. “Beautiful.” He murmured against
his skin. Jimin carded his hands through Jungkook’s hair as he watched him. Jungkook’s slender
fingers dipped into the waistband of Jimin’s boxer briefs before he paused. “Can I?”

Jimin nodded as he breathed a soft, “Yes.” His heart hammered in his chest, heat
enveloping his entire body, skin hyper sensitive to every brush of Jungkook’s fingers. Laid bare
before Jungkook, Jimin threw his arm over his face.

“What are you hiding for?” Jungkook teased as he lifted Jimin’s arm. His other hand
trailed up his thigh and gently grasped his painfully hard dick. Jimin gasped and Jungkook caught
his lower lip, kissing it. “I want to see your face.” He said before lowering himself back to nestle
between Jimin’s legs. He held Jimin’s dick firmly, yet gently, in his hand as he leaned forward and
kissed the head. His eyes never left Jimin’s and was pleased when Jimin’s eyes first widened then
blissfully fell closed as he continued to kiss and lick his erection. Little sighs and moans started to
dance past his lips and Jungkook smiled. Jungkook licked his lips and opened his mouth to fully
engulf Jimin’s dick. Jimin gasped and involuntarily bucked his hips up. Jungkook placed his open
palm to Jimin’s hips and continued to suck him into his mouth. His tongue danced along the
underside of his dick, swirling around the head, before pulling off a bit and kissing along the sides.

“God damn, Kook.” Jimin breathed, his hands tight in Jungkook’s hair.

“Doing okay, baby?” Jungkook asked, his words mumbled as his lips pressed to the
juncture of Jimin’s hip. He glanced up and Jimin frantically nodded. Jungkook dove back onto his
dick, swallowing deeply as his nose nestled against Jimin’s lower abs. He brought his hand up to
caress Jimin’s balls, a finger gently pressed to his perineum.

Jimin whimpered and groaned as he jolted at the touch. Startled at it, but also desperate
for more. “Ju-Jungkook, do th-that again?”

Jungkook glanced up at him as he pulled off his dick with a wet pop. He brought his hand
up to his mouth, drawing a finger in to coat it in spit. “Hmm…this?” He asked as he pressed his
finger back to Jimin’s perineum, tip toeing closely to his tight, untouched hole. Jimin nodded
frantically. Instead of indulging him, Jungkook scooted a touch further back, placed both his large
palms to the backs of Jimin’s thighs and pushed them up and out before dropping his face.

“What are you—oh shit, fuck, oh my God.” Jimin shook his head, trying to comprehend
how Jungkook’s wet tongue was now pressed against his hole, licking around it, kissing. It should
have been weird, and it was, to have him literally smother one of Jimin’s most intimate regions in
attention. But it felt so, so good.

Jungkook pulled away only slightly, “Hold your legs, baby.” Jimin nodded as he tried to
catch his breath. Jimin reached down and replaced Jungkook’s hands with his own, pulling apart to
grant Jungkook more access. With his hands now free, Jungkook wrapped one around Jimin’s dick
as his face returned to its previous location. Jimin whined and moaned, his body coiled tightly,
overcome with so many new sensations. His erection was throbbing and weeping pre-cum in a
constant stream.

Just as Jimin was potentially getting used to the ministrations of Jungkook, he was
surprised again when he felt Jungkook’s tongue press inside him. “Holy shit.” He groaned through
a whimper. “Fuck, how…Oh my God.” Jungkook sped up his hand on Jimin’s dick and then
pressed one finger in along side his tongue. Jimin’s orgasm ripped through him without warning,
pulling a cry from his lungs with it. He continued to chant a string of curse words and praises to
God—aka Jungkook—as he thrashed about, riding the pulsing waves of his orgasm.

Jungkook pulled away from him, kissing the backs of his thighs gently before sucking
and licking up the cum in his hand and over Jimin’s stomach. Jimin remained mostly still, panting
and murmuring incoherently. Jungkook rolled to his back and pulled Jimin to him. He kissed the
side of his face as he breathed deeply. “I can’t even comprehend what just happened.” Jimin
laughed, his mind finally clearing.

“Well, my dear, I just ate you out.” Jungkook laughed. “And apparently quite well with
how quickly you came.”

“Don’t tease me.” Jimin smacked Jungkook’s chest.

“I’m not teasing! It actually did wonders for my ego, thank you.” He said as he stroked
Jimin’s side.
 “Great, like your ego needed the help.” Jimin laughed. He paused and licked his lips as
he gazed at Jungkook who seemed peaceful, but when Jimin snuck a peek at Jungkook’s crotch his
suspicions were confirmed—Jungkook was still achingly hard. Jimin ran his hand over Jungkook’s
chest, down the center of his stomach and palmed his erection. “This might need some help though,
hm?”

“You don’t have to.” Jungkook said, a soft caress to the side of Jimin’s face.

“I told you, I want to. Just, be patient with me?”

Jungkook’s gaze was smoldering, but kind. “Of course.” He pulled Jimin towards him.
He kissed the side of his mouth before meeting him in a full kiss. “You’re gonna do just fine,
baby.”

Jimin solidified his resolve and pulled away from Jungkook. He undid his pants and
pulled them off, along with his underwear, in one full swoop. Jungkook chuckled, amused and
endeared at Jimin’s determination. Jimin eyed Jungkook’s naked erection in front of him, licking
his lips as he willed the butterflies in his stomach to calm the fuck down. He leaned forward,
grasping Jungkook’s dick in his hand, and placed his lips to Jungkook’s chest. His lips then
delicately trailed up along his skin, gentle, reverent kisses as his hand continued to stroke him. He
found his destination on Jungkook’s chest and wrapped his lips around Jungkook’s nipple, sucking
and nibbling lightly. “Mmm, Jimin.” Jungkook’s gasp of his name encouraged him and he lavished
more attention to his nipple. Jungkook grasped Jimin’s hair and made little mewling noises. “Yes,
yes…” Jimin trailed his lips up further, biting and kissing along Jungkook’s neck before catching
his ear lobe between his teeth.

“I’m gonna try, okay?” Jimin breathed against his ear. Jungkook nodded. Jimin trailed
himself back down Jungkook’s body, lips pressing down his neck, across his chest, down his torso
and finally to his throbbing dick. He took a deep breath, glanced up at Jungkook who gazed at him
softly and patiently. He gave a small, reassuring smile before allowing his eyes to flutter closed.
The action provided Jimin the last bit of courage he needed to place his full, kiss-swollen, lips to
the head of Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook drew in a quick breath through his teeth and bit his lips,
eyes still closed. Jimin pulled away, licked his lips and then bravely put the whole head into his
mouth. It was smooth and hot against his tongue, the taste not unpleasant at all considering he’d
tasted himself on more than one occasion.

Jungkook’s hand caressed the top of his head as he murmured soft words of
encouragement. “So nice…feels so good…yes, baby, yes.” Each compliment urged Jimin on,
giving him more and more confidence to please his partner. He lowered himself further down on
Jungkook’s dick, the press of the head at the back of his mouth. He struggled for a moment and
Jungkook’s eyes flew open as he held Jimin’s head gently. “Back off, baby, breathe.” Jimin did as
instructed and tried to calm himself, an embarrassed flush overtaking his face. “It’s okay, Jimin,
you’re doing so well, feels so good.” As Jimin lowered himself back down Jungkook affectionally
smiled at him. “Breathe through your nose if you want to try that again.” Jimin smiled as he nodded
his understanding. He felt a touch ridiculous, being twenty-three and having zero experience in this
arena. But Jungkook was so patient, so encouraging.

He grasped the base of Jungkook’s dick as he suckled the top, his hand and mouth
working together to please Jungkook. He moaned so beautifully at the sensation that Jimin became
desperate to keep the symphony of noises coming. He reached his other hand up and rolled
Jungkook’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A gush of pre-cum coated Jimin’s tongue as a
growl-laced moan rolled out of Jungkook. “Shit, baby.” Jimin smiled around Jungkook’s dick as he
pushed on, picking up the pace.

Jungkook chest heaved as he panted, sweat beading at his hairline. Jimin glanced up and
thought he was absolutely breathtaking. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered half-open and met Jimin’s. The
image of Jimin’s full lips wrapped around him, determination filtered into his hazy lust-filled gaze,
brought Jungkook dangerously close to the edge. “Fuck, Jimin, I’m gon—hold on, baby…” He
placed his hand to Jimin’s shoulder and pushed him off, his other hand falling on top of Jimin’s on
his dick. He tightened their hold and stroked a handful of times before his own orgasm overtook
him. His eyes clenched shut, spots of color exploding behind his lids. His hips stuttered as spurts of
cum washed over their hands and onto Jungkook’s stomach.

“You’re gorgeous when you come.” Jimin breathed as he leaned forward and kissed
Jungkook softly. Jungkook could taste remnants of himself on Jimin’s lips and he smiled. “I did
okay?” Jimin asked as he nestled in next to Jungkook.

Jungkook chuckled. “More than okay. That was wonderful, Jimin. Thank you.”

They remained there, basking in a warm post-orgasmic glow, breaths deep and gradually
slowing. “I might fall asleep.” Jimin whispered.

“We should probably shower first.”

“I wanted to shower with you so badly that first night you stayed over.” Jimin chuckled.

“You should’ve.” Jungkook said. “I actually, um, wanted you to.” Jimin hummed in
contemplation.

“It was nice though, wasn’t it? Spending the night like that? Just us, nothing, you
know…”

“Sexual?” Jungkook offered. “Yeah, it was nice, Jimin.” He kissed his forehead. “This is
nice too.”

Jimin giggled softly into Jungkook’s chest. “Better than nice. That was amazing, Kookie.
This whole night has been more than I could’ve ever wanted.”

“You’re worth it. Now, how about that shower?”

 Chapter 17
Chapter Notes

Thank you all so much for your continued love, support, and comments. I had gotten into my
head a bit after the last chapter, so my apologies on the late update. (though, to be fair, the
weekend in Chicago did not help my lack of time and head space to write)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jimin and Jungkook woke later than normal, lazily coming to consciousness. Jungkook smiled as
he felt Jimin’s bare skin against his, their legs intertwined, Jimin’s strong hold on Jungkook’s waist.
Jungkook breathed deeply before rubbing his face against Jimin’s chest and placing soft kisses
against it. Jimin murmured as he pulled out of sleep.

“Do we have to get up yet?” Jimin groaned.

“Don’t think so.” Jungkook mumbled against his skin. He rolled to check the time on the
bedside table, 8:12am. “No, plenty of time yet. Check out isn’t until noon.”

“And it’s…?”

“Eight.” He said as he fell back into Jimin’s arms, snuggling up against him. Jimin ran his
hand along Jungkook’s side, tickling his hip. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his skin tingling at the
implications of Jimin’s fingers.

“Thank you for last night.” Jimin said softly as he placed a kiss to Jungkook’s fluffy bed-
head hair. “I, um, had hoped that my first experiences would be so good.” Jimin was glad that
Jungkook wasn’t looking at him as his cheeks filled with a flustered blush. “Special, you know?”

Jungkook sat up and turned his gaze on Jimin. Fond, smitten even? Jimin swallowed.
“I’m glad. More than glad.” He ran his fingers along the side of Jimin’s face. “It was special for me
too.” He leaned in and placed his lips to Jimin’s forehead before lowering and meeting in a sweet
kiss.

Jimin sighed against his lips, kissing in small doses before he pulled away. “I think we
should talk.” Jungkook’s brow lowered in concern, and a pout slowly pulled on his lip as he feared
the worst. But Jimin’s smile lit up, “Don’t pout. I don’t—I don’t think it’s anything bad?”

Jungkook gave a nod, encouraged by Jimin’s statement. “Okay.” He pulled the duvet over
his lap as he gave Jimin his undivided attention.

Jimin reached for Jungkook’s hand and easily linked their hands together. “I think it’s
become pretty obvious that we like each other.” Jungkook smirked and nodded. “And, I just—I um,
I don’t date. Ever. And definitely not…casually.” Jimin took a deep breath. “I think that if we want
to continue things like,” he licked his lips and glanced between them in their undressed state, “this,
I think, I’d like to be exclusive?”

Jimin braved a look to Jungkook, whose bunny smile was spread over his face. He looked
absolutely giddy. “You mean, like boyfriends?”

Laughter fell from Jimin’s lips and Jungkook’s heart soared even higher, which he hadn’t
felt was possible after Jimin’s little speech. Jimin smacked him playfully on the chest. “Yes, like
boyfriends.”

“Well, I’d be honored.” Jungkook said as he kissed Jimin’s knuckles before climbing into
Jimin’s lap. He wrapped his arms around the back of Jimin’s head, his elbows resting on Jimin’s
shoulders. He lowered his head and kissed the side of Jimin’s neck. Jimin’s hands grasped the meat
of Jungkook’s ass and Jungkook moaned against his neck. “Baby.” Jimin pulled Jungkook tighter
against him, and Jungkook could feel Jimin hardening under him, encouraging him to rock his hips.
 Jimin’s hands trailed up Jungkook’s side. “You want to show me some more before we
need to get going?” Jimin asked after a long sigh as Jungkook continued to kiss and nibble his
neck.

“How far?” Jungkook’s voice rumbled against his skin.

“I-I think, I’d like to…” Jimin trailed off as he dug his hands into Jungkook’s ass.

“Tell me baby, tell me what you want.”

“It’s not fair,” Jimin chuckled. “You know so much more than me in this. I feel like an
incompetent…boyfriend.” The word felt foreign on his tongue, but also right. So right when talking
about Jungkook.

Jungkook pulled away from Jimin’s neck. “Let’s just start with what we know, hm? We’ll
go from there.” Jimin nodded in agreement. Jungkook lowered his lips to Jimin’s easing him into a
comfortable kiss, teasing with small bites and tongue licks until Jimin opened to him. Jungkook
started to slowly roll his hips in Jimin’s lap, pulling a groan from Jimin’s throat.

Jimin moved his hands from Jungkook’s thick ass up to the back of his head, tightening
his grip. Jungkook’s half-hard dick twitched and swelled at the small pull as he squeaked. Jimin
pulled away from his lips. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” He pulled his head back and ran his
tongue up his neck and along his collarbone. “So pretty in my lap like this.” He rolled his hips up
towards Jungkook, groaning lightly. “Look what you do to me.”

“Same baby, same. God, you always make me feel so good.” He reached down to grasp
his erection but Jimin dropped a hand and swatted it away.

“Let me.” He tapped Jungkook’s hip. “Get off.”

“Yeah, I’d like to—”

Jimin laughed. “Stop. Just, get off my lap.”

Jungkook frowned a bit but obeyed the request. Jimin’s gaze narrowed, predatory as he
pushed against Jungkook’s chest, crawling over him. He nestled one knee to Jungkook’s left hip,
his other knee nestled between his thighs. He kissed him once, twice. His hips rolled against him,
his own hard-on finding slight relief in the rutting. His hand trailed down Jungkook’s chest before
tentatively wrapping around him. Jungkook sighed as his hips canted up. “Did you, um, pack
lube?” Jimin asked softly.

“Bag. Table.” Jungkook breathed. He groaned at the loss of Jimin’s body against his as he
hopped out of bed and hurried to said bag. Jungkook grinned at the sight of Jimin’s naked butt—
round, thick, and perfect. Jimin pulled out a bottle and grinned triumphantly before bounding back
to Jungkook. He kissed him as he resumed his prior position. He squirted some lube into his hand,
letting it warm a minute before wrapping his hand back around Jungkook’s erection. Jungkook
hissed at the still cool feel before settling back, letting the sensation of Jimin’s hand around him
sink in.

The slide was smoother, almost effortless as Jimin stroked him, twisting at the head.
Jungkook moaned and sighed. “So good.” He breathed. Jimin smiled lightly, before his other hand
joined. He gathered some of the lube before trailing his fingers along the crack of Jungkook’s ass.
Jungkook’s moans hitched as his legs spread to give Jimin more access.

“Is this okay?” Jimin asked as he gazed up at Jungkook. Seeing as it was Jungkook
probing at Jimin the night before, he wasn’t sure that he’d be open to having Jimin return the favor.

Jungkook’s face was flushed as he panted. He nodded as his eyes fluttered open. “So
okay. Just,” He licked his lips as he tried to compose himself to walk Jimin through. “just go slow.
Lots of lube. Get more.”

Jimin nodded and followed his instructions. He paused his ministrations on Jungkook’s
dick and pulled his hand from his ass, adding more lube. He pressed his hand back to Jungkook’s
crack, softly exploring the outside of his hole, unsure. The hand on his dick more confident. He ran
his pointer finger in circles around the intimate part of Jungkook, awed at the trust Jungkook was
showing him. Jungkook’s head rolled back. “Now…now just…you can ease it in.” Jimin stopped
all movement of his fingers. “It’s okay baby, I promise.” He looked back down at Jimin, his eyes
hazy and hooded under the heavy blanket of lust overtaking him.

Jimin nodded shortly. “Okay.” He chewed his lip before he leaned down to trail kisses
along his hip. He pushed his finger against Jungkook’s opening, stunned when it accepted the
intrusion. Jungkook moaned, breathing soft encouragement. Jimin was hesitant, stilling his
progress. Jungkook reached down and gently grabbed his wrist, soothingly trailing his fingers along
the top of his hand, pushing him forward. Jimin trusted him, and his desires and pushed further
inside, eliciting a satisfied sigh from Jungkook. “W-what else?”

“Now just…just circle it around some…g-get me ready…” Jimin started circling,

pressing Jungkook open, Jungkook moaned and sighed again. “ready for another.”

“Now?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Just wait, keep doing what you’re doing. God, baby, you’re
doing so well. Shit.” He groaned and Jimin continued, pushing in and out as he circled around.
Jungkook rocking against him. “O-okay, now you can…remember, slow…”

Jimin nodded. As he pressed a second against Jungkook he lowered his mouth to replace
his hand. His mouth wrapped around him as his finger pushed in. Jungkook cried out and Jimin
halted. “Fuck, don’t stop, Jimin. So good.” Jimin preened, knowing he was making his boyfriend
feel so good. He lowered himself back onto Jungkook’s dick, swirling his tongue around and under
the head, as he kept up a rhythm with his fingers. “Curl…curl your fingers…” He panted, and
Jimin listened. As he pushed in he curled up and felt a smooth, spongey area and pressed against it.
Jungkook thrashed and chanted “Yes, yes, God, yes.”

Jimin, spurred on by Jungkook’s beautiful reaction quickened his pace and continued to
press against his prostate. He also took Jungkook’s dick further into his mouth, remembering to
breathe through his nose. His lips quirked up a bit in a small smile.

“Ji-Jimin, I…” He panted and moaned. “I’m gonna…oh fuck…”

Jimin didn’t pull away, instead wanting to try taking Jungkook’s cum down his throat.
The actual experience was more overwhelming than he thought and as the hot, thick liquid hit the
back of his throat he quickly pulled off, gathering the rest of Jungkook’s cum in his hand. He then
slowly eased his fingers out of Jungkook’s still pulsing hole.

Jungkook’s chest heaved as he came down from the blinding high. Jimin kissed
Jungkook’s stomach, licking up the mess. “I’m sorry babe.”

Jungkook reached up and caressed Jimin’s hair. “Sorry for what?”

“I tried to…but I couldn’t.”

“Baby. Oh my God,” He pulled Jimin up into his embrace. “You don’t need to do
anything you’re uncomfortable with. Ever. Okay?” He kissed all along his face. “You’re amazing.
Everything you do is amazing.”

“I—” the words were right there. But he couldn’t say them, not yet. “Thank you,
Kookie.”

“Do you need—”

“No. It’s okay. I like making you feel good.”

“You sure?”

Jimin pecked his lips. “Positive. Besides, we need a shower before we head out. I may
change my mind in there.” He threw a wink over his shoulder before climbing off the bed and
sashaying towards the bathroom. Jungkook soon followed, though less gracefully thanks to the
jello-like feeling in his legs.

A few hours later, Jimin and Jungkook approached Jin and Namjoon’s house. Jimin
turned to him outside the gate. He fisted his hands into Jungkook’s shirt before lifting up on his toes
and kissing him softly. “Thank you.”

They opened the gate and stepped in, then walked up the deck to the patio. They gave a
small knock on the glass before walking in. “Hello!?” Jimin called.

“DADDY!!” Minji’s voice came from down the hall before her excited footsteps. She
bounded around the corner and barreled into his open arms. “Daddy.” She sighed as she nuzzled
into him.

“Hey baby girl. I missed you.” He said softly against the side of her head, her long, soft
black hair tickling his nose.

“Missed you too, Daddy.” He squeezed her tighter before putting her back on the ground.
She then turned her attention up. She grinned happily as she raised her arms to Jungkook. He
quickly obliged her, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. She latched her little hands behind his
neck. “Missed you too, Kookie.”

He kissed the side of her face. “And I missed you, Pumpkin.”

 “Uncle Jinnie and Uncle Joonie have been waiting for you.” She leaned into his ear.
“Something special.”

“Oh? Well then, let’s go see what they got going on.” Jungkook kept Minji on his hip and
reached for Jimin’s hand. The warmth that spread through his chest at the distinct feeling of family
took his breath away momentarily.

“They’re in the game room.” She directed. They made their way down the hall where Jin,
Joon, Hobi, and a few of each of their co-workers gathered. Some were playing pool while others
easily chatted between light snacks and drinks. Jungkook lowered Minji and she ran up and pulled
on the hem of Jin’s shirt. He turned and spotted Jimin and Jungkook.

“Finally!” Jin gushed. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming back.” Jin wrapped
Jimin up in his arms and whispered under his ear, “It went that well, huh?” Jimin nodded and Jin
beamed.

Namjoon approached Jin and wrapped his arm affectionately around his waist. “Can we
tell them now?”

Jin turned his attention to Joon and traced his finger along his cheek. “Yes, love.”

Joon clapped loudly as he called for everyone’s attention. Jimin stepped to Jungkook’s
side and laced their fingers back together. Minji watched in happy awe. “Okay, everyone. Jin and I
invited you here on this beautiful afternoon for a special announcement. As you know, Jin and I
recently took a small trip for our five-year anniversary. It’s been an amazing five years, and I can’t
imagine who I’d be without the unconditional love and support from my partner. And the love and
support from you all. Which is why we wanted you all to be the first to know—”

“That Joon asked me to marry him!” Jin interrupted excitedly. Namjoon’s smile
exploded, dimples deep, as he shook his head lovingly at his partner, tickled that he couldn’t refrain
from being the one to tell their guests.

Jimin looked to Jungkook, mouth agape, then turned to his two best friends who were
quickly showered with shouted congratulations and loving embraces. “Jin!” Jimin called as he
opened his arms. Jin rushed into his embrace. “This is so amazing!”

“I know! I couldn’t believe it. I mean, we’ve been together for so long I had just come to
terms with the fact that we wouldn’t get married.” He glanced back at Namjoon, his eyes filling
with tears of joy. “We know, of course, that it won’t be recognized here, but we still want to do the
ceremony you know?

Jimin nodded. “Of course. No, that’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you.”

Namjoon approached and Jungkook reached out and pulled him into a hug. “You finally
did it.” Jungkook teased. “Grandma’s going to be so happy.”

“Kook.” Joon started as he pulled away. “I’d like for you to be my best man.”

“Seriously? Of course, Joon! Absolutely!” He hugged him tightly to his chest again.

Hobi came and jumped onto Jin’s back. “This wedding is going to be the best party ever.”
He placed a messy kiss to Jin’s cheek. “Any idea when it’s going to be?”
 “We, um, we wanted to be married before the next school year. So we’re looking at mid-
July.”

“Three months?” Jungkook gasped. “You’re planning a wedding in three months?”

“Well, as my best man—you’re helping us plan a wedding in three months.” Namjoon

teased with a pinch to Jungkook’s cheek.

Minji pulled on Jungkook’s hand. “Kookie.” He gazed down at her. “I wanna help too.”

Jungkook picked her back up. “Thank you, Minji. I think I could use all the help I can
get.” He turned to Jimin and reached for his hand again.

“You really like holding Daddy’s hand.” Minji said.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed. “Daddy likes when he holds my hand.” Jimin said with a
quick kiss to Minji’s cheek. “Do…how do you feel about it, Minnie?”

Minji reached out and placed her small hands to either side of Jimin’s face. “I like that it
makes you smile, Daddy.” Jimin flicked his eyes from Minji, to Jungkook, then quickly passed over
the faces of Jin, Joon, and Hobi, before coming back to Minji.

His throat squeezed and he felt tears pool as he bit his lip. “Me too, baby.”

Two hours later they had Minji all packed up and were finishing their good-byes. “Thank
you again, Jin.” Jimin said as Jungkook pulled Minji’s weekend bag outside.

“Anytime, Jimin, you know that. We had such a wonderful time with her. She’s
amazing.”

“Yeah, she is.” He looked out the patio door to see Jungkook squatted before Minji as she
talked animatedly. “He is too.” He said softly.

“You found a good one there, Jimin.”

Jimin sighed as he turned back to Jin. “I’m pretty sure I found the best one.” His heart
thumped heavily against his ribs as tears again threatened to pool. “I just really hope I don’t mess
this up.”

“Nah, Jungkook is downright smitten with you.” Jin assured.

“I can’t help thinking about Yungmi. And how I failed her. She didn’t want me, Jin. I
tried so hard, and she didn’t want us.”

Jin grabbed Jimin’s upper arms. “What happened with Yungmi wasn’t your fault Jimin.
Look outside.” He spun his around, keeping his hands on his biceps and hooking his chin onto his
shoulder. “That man right there. He wants you. Both of you. Yungmi is gone. Not because you
failed, but because she made a choice. A horrible, hurtful choice—one driven by dark, toxic, untrue
thoughts, that you couldn’t have had any idea was going through her mind since she didn’t talk to
you.” He turned Jimin back to face him. “You’re a wonderful man, Jimin. And an amazing father. I
have no doubt you could be a great boyfriend as well.”
 “I am his boyfriend.” Jimin whispered. Silenced answered him and when he looked to Jin
there he was—again stunned speechless. “We, uh, had a talk. This morning. I don’t want anything
casual. I don’t have time for games. He apparently doesn’t want casual either. So we’re exclusive.
He’s my boyfriend.” He paused as a smiled pulled on his lips despite the hold his teeth had on his
full bottom lip. “I’m his boyfriend.”

Jin finally squealed as he pulled Jimin to his chest. “I’m engaged, you’re exclusive! What
a beautiful day!”

“Thanks, Jin.” Jimin laughed. “We should get going though, I need to try to settle her or
she’ll never want to get up for school tomorrow.”

“Are you going to tell Minji?”

Jimin paused at the door. “I’m…I’m not sure how.”

“If you ask me, I think she already knows. She probably knew long before you did. She’s
quite perceptive you know.” Jimin knew Jin was on to something. Minji had always been keenly
aware of the things going on around her. His relationship with Jungkook was likely not an
exception to that. Her comfort around Jungkook, the way he and Jungkook slowly became more
physically affectionate never phased her—not even the first time she saw them kiss, it was all quite
telling when you stopped to pay attention.

“Yoongi!” Jungkook hollered as he hammered on Yoongi’s door.

The door flung open to a sour-faced, bed-headed Yoongi. “Excuse you.” Jungkook
ignored him, pushing past the door frame and flinging himself onto Yoongi’s couch.

“I think I’m in love with him.”

“Congratulations, Kook, you’re officially the last one to know.” Yoongi chuckled, but
then paused. “Actually, scratch that. I’m sure Jimin will be the last to know. But you’re definitely
second to last.”

Chapter End Notes

I just love Jimin exploring more of his sexuality!

I'm also excited for Jin and Joon! I wonder if all the wedding activity will inspire or scare
Jimin and/or Jungkook...?
 Chapter 18
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin laid in bed, replaying Jin’s words over and over.

“Yungmi is gone. Not because you failed, but because she made a choice. A horrible,
hurtful choice—one driven by dark, toxic, untrue thoughts, that you couldn’t have had any idea was
going through her mind since she didn’t talk to you.”

But why didn’t she talk to Jimin? After so many years of being best friends, of sharing
everything together—secrets, fears, first times, doubts, laughter…and love, right? They had loved
each other. In some way. Why, after all of that, didn’t she talk to him? He’d always listened to her.
He would have listened to her if she would have just come to him.

He pulled the blankets away from his body and shuffled to his closet. He pulled out a
small chest, dialed in the code, and opened it. The folded envelope stared back at him. Years
untouched. He picked it up gently and walked back to his bed. He sat down, cross legged in the
center and turned the envelope around in his hand, flipping it over and back, side to side. Did he
want to relive it again? He had done this the first few years, around the anniversary of her death.
Maybe that’s why he was drawn to it again, as he realized the anniversary was only three days
away. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.

I didn’t want it to come to this. I fought so hard for it to not come to this, but I can’t fight
anymore. It’s so exhausting. Especially alone. You never saw me, what I needed, how much I hurt. I
disappeared from your mind once she came. I was so angry, at both of you. Neither of you care
about what I need. You’re selfish, Jimin. But I am too. You wanted a perfect family, and you didn’t
care what you had to do in order to get it. Well, I wanted someone who loved me. Not just for
pretend, not as a show for everyone around us, but in all the ways I deserved. But I’m stuck. You
locked me up when you wanted to keep the baby. I can’t be a mom, Jimin. I can’t. I’m not good
enough for Minji. I hate when I look at her and know that she’ll hate me because I don’t love her.
Not the way a mother is supposed to. She deserves better than me. I thought about this a lot, Jimin.
And I knew you wouldn’t just let me walk away. Our parents wouldn’t either. This was the only way
to free us all. Maybe someday you’ll both forgive me.

Jimin swallowed the burning lump in his throat. Jin was wrong, it was his fault. Because
he locked her up—she said so herself. Was he a selfish person? Was he being selfish with
Jungkook? Would he eventually feel locked up as well? He wouldn’t be able to bear if it Minji lost
two people she loved, even if she doesn’t remember Yungmi, he was sure that she felt the loss
anyway. It wasn’t fair to ask Jungkook to take all this on. He shouldn’t have been so reckless. His
brain must have been fogged by the orgasms Jungkook effortlessly pulled from his body. But God,
physical pleasure does not equate compatibility or reason to jump into something so serious.

He placed the letter back in the locked chest and clutched his phone in his hand, a debate
raging within him.

ColdBrewSweetCream: …are you sure about this? About us?

JK: Yes.

JK: Without a doubt.

JK: Why? What’s going on?

ColdBrewSweetCream: I don’t know.

ColdBrewSweetCream: I just wonder if you really thought this through…

 JK: Jimin. I…I’ve never been so drawn to someone. You and Minji have lit up my world
in a such a way that it shocks me that I didn’t realize how dull it was before you.

Jimin felt the tears escape his eyes. He sniffled then scowled, how did he become so
weak? What was it about Jungkook that made him so vulnerable?

ColdBrewSweetCream: It’s not always so fun.

JK: I know. Have you forgotten my first one on one escapade with her? 😉
ColdBrewSweetCream: Yeah, I’m actually surprised it didn’t scare you away.

JK: I feel like it actually brought me and Minji closer. I…liked taking care of her.

Jimin didn’t respond. Jungkook liked taking care of her. Didn’t mind the puking, the
fever, the lack of sleep. Why? How? When too much time passed, Jungkook texted again:

JK: We could take care of her.

Jimin felt more hot tears run over his cheeks. “we could take care of her.” He was sure it
was both the most beautiful thing he ever read, and the most terrifying. He’d never really
envisioned having anyone with him as he raised Minji. Not after Yungmi left. But he could see
Jungkook there. Making those delicious homemade waffles, building castle scenes out of Legos
with Minji, reading her stories before bed. He could even picture Kakuna, the pudgy dog making
herself at home in the backyard, in Minji’s bed, under the kitchen table, or by the fireplace.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Sorry I had a minor freak out.

JK: It’s okay baby. I’m glad you talked to me.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Yeah, I heard that’s a pretty good habit to have in relationships.

JK: LOL, yeah, it really is.

ColdBrewSweetCream: I’ll let you get some sleep.

JK: See you tomorrow?

ColdBrewSweetCream: I’ll expect my coffee and kisses at 8am sharp.

 Jimin placed his phone on his nightstand and took a deep breath as he settled in against
his pillows. Maybe he was ready. Maybe they both were. And yet the words remained burned into
his eyelids as he tried to drift to sleep. …You locked me up…

Jungkook’s gut told him that Jimin’s “minor freak out” wasn’t over. Something was
definitely bothering him. Maybe Jungkook had rushed things too much. Maybe they shouldn’t have
gotten physical so soon. Jimin was essentially a virgin in all things deemed gay. Of course the
experiences would be intense and leave him a bit shell-shocked, right? Jungkook remembered how
intense his first experiences were and how scared he was with all the feelings involved. Maybe
Jimin wanted Jungkook to be unsure so he didn’t have to admit that it was really him that was
unsure about everything.

Minji held Jimin’s hand tightly as they walked to school. “Daddy?”

He smiled down at her. “Yes, Doodle-bug?”

“You think you’ll ever get married?”

Jimin chuckled a bit. “You thinking about Uncle Jinnie and Uncle Joon’s wedding?”

Minji’s eyes lit up and danced excitedly. “I’ve never been to a wedding! Are they fun?”

“So much fun, Minnie. There’ll be dancing, and singing, and cake!”

Minji gasped as her voice fell into a whisper. “I love cake.”

Jimin squeezed her hand. “I know you do baby.”

They continued on their way until Minji spoke again. “Weddings are because you love
each other, right?” Jimin nodded. “So, can I marry you?”

Jimin’s heart about burst out of his chest. It was exactly the kind of statement he needed
that morning after such a rough night. “It doesn’t quite work like that.” Minji’s smile fell. “But I’m
so happy you love me enough to want to marry me. I’ll always be your daddy though, and daddies
are forever, with endless love for their babies.” He was happy when her smile returned as she
beamed at him.

After dropping Minji off, Jimin’s thoughts again wandered as he made his way to
Common Ground Café. He wondered if Minji asked about a wedding because she wanted a second
parent. Did she feel left out with just having him? Did her friends have two parents? Would she
expect him to marry a woman? He could hardly wrap his head around dating, marriage was so far
outside his reality that he couldn’t even entertain the idea.

He couldn’t deny though, that his feelings for Jungkook were creeping towards the realm
of deep, serious, and quite passionate. Each day, each conversation, every exchanged glance and
smile intensified the feeling. Jungkook was special—beautiful, selfless, kind, and never failed to
make Jimin laugh. He didn’t realize how much he missed, and wanted, the romantic company of
someone else until he found it. Of course he had Hobi, Jin, and Namjoon but it was different—to
cuddle on the couch, to share kisses and secret smiles, and the sex. Jimin found himself blushing at
the thought. Granted, they hadn’t gone “all the way” but each encounter left Jimin in awe. He
wondered if all experiences were so overwhelming, both physically and emotionally, or if he just
got lucky.

He realized he reached the café without any real conscious effort on his behalf. He pulled
the door open and smiled when he saw Jungkook chatting happily with the customer he was
serving. Jimin thought back to all those months he had silently admired the man, wondering if his
hair was as soft as it looked—it is—if his lips were as plush and sweet as Jimin imagined—they
were, and if he could possibly be interested in Jimin—he was. He was still a bit annoyed that
Namjoon, who was supposed to be a best friend, didn’t introduce him to Jungkook who had
apparently been crushing on “cold brew sweet cream” for months. But, better late than never.

He couldn’t help but overhear the customer in front of him as she reached the counter.
She placed her order and then as Jungkook commented on the weather and how perfect it would be
to sit on the veranda with a coffee and a good book, she leaned in and tucked her hair behind her
ear. “That does sound like a lovely way to spend a morning. Maybe we could try that sometime?
After a date?”

Jimin held back a combination of a snort and a scowl, but if he was honest, his heart
dropped and paused as he dreaded Jungkook’s response. Jungkook laughed delightedly and Jimin’s
gut twisted. “Oh, sweetheart, no. My boyfriend behind you wouldn’t like that.” He glanced beyond
her and shot Jimin a wink, pulling a rush of blood to his cheeks as his lips spread into a bright
smile.

The woman glanced behind her and Jimin realized it was of one of his students. His smile
dropped as he gained his composure. “Good morning Miss Soo.”

“Oh God.” She groaned in embarrassment. “Good morning Sabeom Park. I, um, I had no
idea that you, I mean that he was, I just—I’m sorry.”

“Not a problem, Miss Soo. He is adorable, I can’t quite blame you.” Jimin offered a small
smile and she nodded quickly before grabbing her coffee and hurrying out.

“Look at you, breaking hearts without even trying.” Jimin teased as Jungkook stepped out
from the counter with Jimin’s coffee in hand. Jungkook motioned his head towards the door and led
Jimin outside. He placed the coffee on one of the small tables and sat, directing Jimin to do the
same. He reached across the table and grabbed Jimin’s hand. “Kookie, I don’t have much time.”

“You worried me last night.” Jungkook said softly. “I just want to know if you’re okay.
Honestly.”

Jimin looked down at his hands where he realized he was slowly picking away at the skin
around his nails. He glanced to his boyfriend, who waited patiently with soft eyes. “This…this isn’t
a good week for me.”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked as his thumb drew small circles on the top of
Jimin’s hand.

Jimin could feel his heart rate increase, his chest tightening. Jungkook wouldn’t be ready
for this. It’s not his job to take care of him. But the way he continued to rub his hand and gaze so
genuinely at him, maybe he should tell him. “Um, well, Thursday will be five years…since
Yungmi…”

Jungkook’s face fell. “Jimin.” He started softly. “God, Baby, I’m so sorry.” He brought
Jimin’s hand up to his face and nuzzled it before placing gentle kisses on his knuckles and the
inside of his wrist. “Is there anything I can do?”

“I usually just send Minji to my parents’ place and wallow in self-pity for a couple days.”

“Jimin.” Jungkook’s tone was an odd type of gentle scolding.

“So, I mean, maybe you could wallow with me?” He snapped his gaze up. “You don’t
have to, though.”

“Maybe we don’t wallow though. Maybe we could, well, okay hear me out. I’m not
saying we celebrate her death. But I think you deserve some recognition for being such a strong,
amazing father to Minji all alone. We could honor your strength and resilience after going through
something so traumatic.”

Jimin chewed his bottom lip. “I don’t deserve that, Kook.” Because I’m the reason she
took her life.

“What you don’t deserve is to beat yourself up, Jimin. Just…let me do something nice for
you. A massage? Ice cream?”

“I might just want you to hold me. Would that be okay?”

I will hold you for the rest of my life. Is what Jungkook wanted to say. But instead he just
gave Jimin a small smile and squeezed his hand before kissing it again. “Whatever you want.”

“I really need to get going.” Jimin said as he started to stand. Jungkook nodded. “I’m sure
you do too, I can see your manager shooting laser death beams through the window.”

Jungkook laughed. “Ah, she’s fine.”

Jungkook stood and wrapped his arms protectively around Jimin’s body. “Thursday night
then, you’ll come over?” He asked as he rested his chin on top of Jimin’s head. Jimin nodded
underneath him. “Okay.” He lowered his face and pressed a short kiss to Jimin’s lips. “And just so
you know, I’m still sure about us.”

“Me too.” Jimin said before lifting his lips to Jungkook’s again.

“No mom, I’m not going to be all alone.” Jimin assured as he set up Minji’s visit.

“I worry, you know. I don’t think it’s healthy to sit there and relive all the pain like that.”
She continued.

“I said I’m not.”

 “Are you staying with Hoseok? You know, his mother was asking about you the other
day. I ran into her at the market—”

“No.” He cut her off. “I’ll be with Jungkook.”

The long pause that followed did not sit well with him. “So that’s still going on.” His
mother had been less than receptive when Minji told her about Jungkook and how often they all
hung out. It didn’t take his mother long to deduce that there was more to their relationship, and she
was plenty loud in her disapproval—even if it was usually non-verbally.

“Yes, mom, that’s still going on. I don’t know why you’re so resistant to this. I like him.
He likes me—and Minji. She adores him, mom.” He started to pull clothes from Minji’s closet to
pack into her bag. “You know, it’s pretty nice to have a partner who’s engaged with my kid.”

“Don’t you think it’s confusing for Minji? Why is it so hard for you to find a nice woman
for Minji?”

“Because it’s not just about Minji, mom! This is about me too. I don’t—I don’t want a
woman. I never have.”

“What are you trying to say, Jimin?” His mother’s tone was tense.

“I don’t want to do this over the phone.” Shit, he had hoped to never have to have this
conversation, happy to allow his parents to believe he was bisexual for the rest of their lives. But he
especially didn’t want to do it over the phone.

“Jimin. What are you trying to say?” She repeated—demanded.

“Mom, don’t. Don’t push this right now.” He pleaded as he clenched his jaw. “Just, can’t
you be happy that we’re happy? All of us. Me, Minji, Jungkook. We’re good.”

“It’s not right, Jimin. I love you. And I love Minji. But this…thing you have going on. It
can’t last. It’s not natural, Jimin. Minji can’t have two dads.”

Jimin felt the heat rush through his chest, and his eyes burned with tears. “Minji’s not
coming.”

“What?” His mother gasped.

“I said she’s not coming. She’ll stay here, with us.” His voice was shaking, but he didn’t
care.

“You can’t punish Minji like this just because you’re unhappy with my opinions.”

“She would be so hurt, mom, to hear you talk about Jungkook, and my relationship with
him, the way you do. I don’t need you filling her head with such ignorance and hate—”

“I don’t hate you Jimin! I love you!”

“You hate who I am, mom. You can’t say you love me and refuse to accept all of me. You
can’t. And until you do, I can’t…I can’t let Minji see you and dad. I’m sorry. I have to go.”

“Jimin,” his mother’s voice broke. “Please, don’t.”

 He paused. “Can you accept that I’m with Jungkook? And will be for the foreseeable
future?” His voice had evened, determination laced through every word.

“I—I don’t think I can.”

“Well, call me if you determine otherwise.” He hung up the phone and lowered himself
onto Minji’s bed. He ran his hands through his hair, tightening his grip and pulling as he screamed
out. He rocked back and forth, hands still locked onto the strands of his blonde hair, as tears fell
freely. “FUCK!!”

Jin: Kook. I need you to go to Jimin’s.

Bun: Why? He’s supposed to come over later. After he drops of Minji at his parents’
place.

Jin: Well, he didn’t pick Minji up from school. She’s here, with me.

Bun: Did you call him and ask why? Maybe something came up at the dojang?

Jungkook tried to keep his mind from going down a dark path, but Jin’s next messages
made it impossible.

Jin: He’s not answering his phone.

Jin: I don’t know if you know what day today is… but it’s not a good day.

Jin: I just really need you to go check on him, okay?

But Jungkook was already half out his door, jamming his foot into his shoe as he jogged
down the hall. He took the stairs two at a time on the way down and then ran all the way to Jimin’s,
refusing to wait for a cab.

He clomped up the stairs, sweat falling in quick succession off the tips of his hair. He
knocked frantically, and after not getting an answer, jogged around the house, climbed over the
fence and tried the patio door. Jimin tended to keep that one unlocked and Jungkook was eternally
grateful for the habit as it slid open under his hand. “Jimin?” He called. He hurried through the
house, checking the downstairs with no results and then rushing upstairs. The sound of broken sobs
halted him at the top of the stairs. “Jimin?” He followed the sound to Minji’s room and froze at the
door.

Jimin had nestled himself in the corner of Minji’s bed, knees pulled up and arms wrapped
around them tightly as he cried uncontrollably. Jungkook crawled up to him, trying to catch his
 gaze before he reached out. Jimin jumped when Jungkook’s hands grabbed his forearms. “K-
kook?”

Jungkook pulled his arms away from Jimin’s knees and slid in between them. “Baby.”
Jungkook sighed as he pulled Jimin to his chest. Deep sobs broke through Jimin’s throat as he
buried himself into Jungkook. Jungkook hushed him as he ran his hand over the back of Jimin’s
head.

Suddenly Jimin pulled back. “Minji. Fuck. I need to get Minji.”

“Hey, hey, shhh. Jin has Minji. She’s fine.” He pulled him back into his embrace. “Minji
is perfectly okay.” He continued to stroke and kiss his head. “What’s going on? What can I do?”

“Stay.” Jimin cried. “Just…stay.”

Chapter End Notes

I'm sorry?
 Chapter 19

Jungkook texted Jin as soon as possible after finding Jimin. Just a hasty, “I got him. I’ll text you
when I can.” It only minimally eased Jin and Namjoon as Jungkook didn’t provide any further
details and didn’t respond to any of their questions. Jin kept his phone in his hand, constantly
checking for new messages as they helped Minji with homework.

It was almost an hour later before his phone pinged with a new message.

Bun: Is Minji good to stay with you guys for a bit?

 Jin: Of course. What’s going on? Is Jimin okay?

Bun: Define okay…

Bun: He’s alive.

Bun: But he’s a mess. Apparently he and his mom kinda went rounds on the phone.
About us. He’s not letting Minji go see them. And of course today being today too… just an all
around shit show right now.

Jin: His mom…I know she loves them, but she’s not been very accepting.

Bun: Yeah, I gathered. I feel guilty though.

Jin: Why’s that?

Bun: Because…I feel like he picked his relationship with me over his relationship with
his mom.

Jin: ….I could see that…

Jin: I’d venture a better way to look at it is that he chose living authentically over
pretending to be someone he’s not. But yeah, your relationship with him has helped him get to that
point..

Bun: You’re right. I just—it still doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t want him to lose this
relationship because he’s afraid of me getting my feelings hurt.

Jin: He’s a big boy, Kook. He can make his own decisions. He just needs you to support
them.

Bun: Okay.

Bun: He’s calling for me, I gotta go. I’ll have him call you.

Jin: No rush, Kook. We’re good to keep her however long you guys need us to.

Bun: Thanks Jin. Love you!

Jin: Love you too

Jin put his phone face down on the kitchen counter as Namjoon nestled in next to him.
“I’m so glad he has Jungkook.” He said softly.

Joon smiled sadly at his partner. “Me too.” He glanced to their living room where Minji
was watching cartoons.

“I was so scared, Joonie. I know Jimin would never—would never do what Yungmi did, but God,
when he didn’t answer his phone. I just—”
 “I know. It’s definitely out of character for him not to show or to have something set up
in his stead. You had every right to be worried. You did the right thing bringing her here until we
figured things out.” He paused. “So, what did we figure out?” He asked as he started to pull
ingredients out for dinner.

“We’re keeping Minnie for awhile. Jimin and his mom got into it over his relationship
with Jungkook, so Jimin said he wouldn’t let his parents see her.”

Namjoon spun to face his partner, eyes wide. “Seriously? That’s, um, that’s a strong
move. I wouldn’t have expected that from Jimin.”

Jin nodded. “I think Jimin is more serious about Jungkook than he lets on.” He looked to
his partner, knowing he’d be more in tune to his cousin’s intentions. “Do you think Kook is just as
serious?” He asked as he started chopping the veggies Joon had pulled out.

“No doubt in my mind, love.” He assured. “But, I’d imagine the argument—combined
with what day it is—has left Chim pretty emotionally wrecked.”

JIn nodded, of course the combination created a ‘perfect storm’ of emotional turmoil. Jin
then sighed as he shook his head. “I can’t imagine.” He pursed his lips. “Well, I’ll get her to school
tomorrow, that’s not a problem. And we’ll go from there.”

“You know who else Jimin is lucky to have?” Namjoon asked gently as he sidled up next
to Jin, wrapping his strong arm around his waist.

“Who’s that?” Jin played along with a small smile.

“You.” Joon kissed the side of Jin’s jaw softly, eliciting a small hum of pleasure from Jin.
“You’re such a wonderful friend, Jinnie. He’s so lucky.” Another kiss. “I’m so lucky.”

Jin playfully pushed Joon away. “Oh hush!”

Jungkook had pulled Jimin from Minji’s room and down to the couch where he wrapped
him in velvety throw blankets as he made them some tea and touched base with Jin. He padded
back into the living room and nestled in next to Jimin, handing him a mug. “Thanks Kook.” He said
softly. “I’m…I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

“Jimin. Baby, I know that you haven’t, you know, had many relationships but…part of
my role as your boyfriend is to be there for you. Even if I wasn’t your boyfriend, I’d be there for
you.” He ran his hand through Jimin’s hair and rubbed his thumb over his cheek. “I want you to
know—to truly believe—that I’ll always be here when you need me, okay?”

Jimin’s eyes welled up again but he nodded. He smiled wearily at Jungkook. “Same for
you too, you know. I’ll be there for you too.”

“And no apologies.” Jungkook swiped his thumb along Jimin’s bottom lip.

“No apologies.” Jimin whispered. Jungkook leaned in and gently placed his lips against
Jimin’s in a short kiss. Jimin leaned forward and placed his mug on the coffee table. He then
motioned Jungkook to lean back in the corner of the couch and stretch out his legs. Once he was in
the desired position, Jimin nestled between Jungkook’s legs, his back against Jungkook’s chest.
“Hold me?” He requested.

Jungkook’s strong arms locked around Jimin and held him so tightly to his chest that
Jimin could almost feel all his broken shards being pieced back together. Jungkook stayed still and
quiet as Jimin went from barely sniffling, to sobbing with his face buried against Jungkook’s chest,
to being so still Jungkook thought he’d fallen asleep, until the sobs started all over again. “Do you
think I’m selfish, Jungkook?”

“Selfish?” Jungkook echoed.

“She called me selfish.”

“Your mom?” His mouth was pressed against the top of Jimin’s head, kissing him after
his questions.

“Yungmi.” The silence hung between them, not tense, nor uncomfortable.

“Baby, you’re the most selfless person I think I’ve ever met. So no. I don’t think you’re
selfish.” He nuzzled against the side of Jimin’s head. “She was wrong.”

Jimin’s breathing turned ragged again and Jungkook tightened his hold, knowing another
wave of sobs were breaking through. “She said I left her no option. That I didn’t…I didn’t c-care.
S-said I lo-locked her up.” Jungkook hushed him, his breath hot against his ear. But he couldn’t
bring himself to stop. “Said I didn’t care about…about anyone else…after M-minji. And…and I
don’t, Kookie. N-not as much as h-her.”

“That’s okay, Baby.”

“No! No, it’s not! Because…because eventually, y-you’re gonna be mad about that too.”
Jimin wiped tears away from his face frustratedly. “You’re going to want to leave…and I’m going
to be se-selfish again and want to keep you anyway.”

“Jimin. Yungmi was wrong. Her perception was wrong, baby. It’s good that you put Minji
first. It’s a different kind of love, you know?” Jimin barely nodded against him. “I want you to want
to keep me.” He whispered. “I want to stay.”

“Kook…I-” Jimin sighed.

“Not yet.” Jungkook whispered, both of them knowing what was about to pass beyond
Jimin’s lips. Jimin nodded, silent tears freely running down his cheeks. Jimin brought his hands up
to where Jungkook’s forearms were still wrapped tightly around him. He trailed his fingertips over
his skin, his heart settling.

“Soon.” Jimin breathed.

“Soon.” Jungkook promised with another kiss to the back of Jimin’s head. They remained
curled up with each other, their tea quickly cooling on the table. Jimin continued to stroke
Jungkook’s arm and Jungkook continued to nuzzle against Jimin’s head, the scent of his shampoo
tickling his nose.
 Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed as their breaths deepened. Just as he started to feel the
pull of sleep Jimin spoke again. “She said we couldn’t last.”

Jungkook pulled his head from the foggy edges of slumber. “Yungmi?”

“My mom.” Jimin clarified. “She told me that you and I couldn’t last. Because it’s not
natural.”

“I’m so sorry, Jimin.”

“This feels natural, Kookie.” He nestled closer to Jungkook. “Feels safe, and good.
Feels…feels like it could last.”

“It’s all those things.” Jungkook assured.

“I was so angry, Kook. The way she talked about us, you know? Said that it’d confuse
Minji, that I needed to find a nice woman for Minji. And if Minji ever heard that…she loves you
Kookie.” Jungkook’s heart stopped, then frantically beat within the confines of his chest. “She
does, so much. And if she ever heard my mom speak so unkindly about us, it would destroy her. I
couldn’t risk it.”

Jungkook, while still feeling guilty about this decision, tapped into Jin’s words and
instead of arguing whether or not it was the right move, fully supported his boyfriend. “You know
her better than anyone, Jimin, and if you feel that this was the best thing for her, then it was. Maybe
it’ll be a wake up call for your parents.”

Jimin shrugged. “Possibly for my mom.” He said softly. “But my dad…Kook, if he gets
angry enough about this, he could have my military contract revoked.”

Jungkook paused to consider his next words carefully. “What would that mean? For you
and Minji?”

“I could lose almost everything. The military contract is the bulk of my income. The
dojang is stable, but not excessively lucrative.” Jimin looked around his house. “I could lose
Minji’s home.”

“You wouldn’t lose the house.” Jungkook said firmly.

“Jungkook, my father could literally destroy me if he felt so inclined.”

“I wouldn’t—I couldn’t let you lose the house. I’d help—”

“It’s not your problem, Kook.”

“Ji—”

“I said it wouldn’t be your problem.” Jimin snapped as he pulled out of Jungkook’s hold.
He stalked off to the kitchen, trying to wrap his head around Jungkook’s words. It’d only been a
couple months since they’d started this tentative relationship, he couldn’t just say things like that!
Like he’d help him save the house. He turned to face a hesitant Jungkook, who stood in the
doorway, wide, anxious eyes dancing over Jimin’s form.

“I didn’t…I didn’t mean to upset you, Jimin.”

 “It’s not you.” Jimin mumbled. He watched as Jungkook debated moving further into the
kitchen but remained lock in place. “It’s just the whole thing you know.” He glanced at Jungkook,
no of course he didn’t know. “I hate how hard I’ve worked, how much time I’ve put in trying to be
perfect for them. I followed the script. I dated Yungmi, I fathered a child, we planned a wedding, I
trained relentlessly to take over the dojang and fill this military contract. I refused to acknowledge
who I am on the fucking off chance that my father would love me. And then, then…when things
seem calm, stable, predictable…you came along.”

Jungkook’s face fell further. Pain seeped into his eyes.

Jimin took three long strides to stand in front of him, his hands reached up and cupped
his face. His eyes were welling with more tears, flicking over his face trying to memorize each line
and curve. He breathed out sound that tiptoed the edge of a laugh, but more just a sound of disbelief
and awe. “You came along. The only thing to ever rival the life altering experience of having
Minji.” He ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair as his voice fell. “You make me want to be who I
am, Jungkook. And if fallout happens with my parents, then fallout happens I guess. But that’s not
your problem.”

“But I could help.” Jungkook said in a small voice.

“I know you could. But I’d never ask you to.” Jimin’s head tilted to the side as he
continued to comb his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook leaned into Jimin’s touch. “Someday, Jimin, you’ll learn to trust me.”

“I do trust you.” Jimin’s voice fell into a whisper as he pulled Jungkook closer.

The bigger fear that took up residence in Jimin’s mind had nothing to do with the house.
The house would mean nothing to Jimin if Minji wasn’t there. His father’s influence ran far
enough, and deep enough, that if he felt so inclined, he could easily gain custody of Minji. Jimin
knew that without Minji, he’d have no reason to live. The irony of that thought on the anniversary
of Yungmi’s suicide was not lost on him. The addition of Minji to her life drove Yungmi to suicide,
it’d be the loss of Minji from his to drive Jimin to the same thought.

Jimin sighed as he concluded that the fact that he was still willing to challenge his parents
to be with Jungkook only proved just how selfish he was.

Jungkook brought Jimin back up to his bedroom as night started to overtake the sultry
sky. “Stay here.” He said as he sat him on his bed. Jimin pursed his lips but listened. Jungkook
stepped into the en suite bathroom, pulled out a towel and started the water. He dug through a few
drawers and not finding what he was looking for, scampered out of the bathroom, through Jimin’s
room and into Minji’s bathroom. He gave a little shimmy of a happy dance when he discovered a
bottle of bubble bath before bolting back to Jimin’s bathroom. Jimin giggled as he rushed by and
Jungkook’s heart sang—the lovely sound had been missing for what seemed like ages but had only
been a day.

He poured a fair amount of the lavender scented bubble bath under the spout and swirled
the water around. He then left the water run as he went back to gather Jimin. “Come on.” He
reached out his hand and Jimin smiled softly as he slipped his hand into his. “I had said I was going
to spoil you tonight, and I intend to make good on that.” He pulled him into the bathroom where his
bubbly lavender bath awaited.

Jungkook turned to him and trailed his fingers along the hem of his shirt. He leaned in to
steal a quick kiss before lifting Jimin’s shirt up and over his head. “What about you?” Jimin teased
softly.

“Hmm…nope, this is about you relaxing.” Jungkook said as he unbuttoned Jimin’s pants.

“I’ll relax more if you’re with me.” Jimin breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut.

Jungkook chuckled. “I sincerely doubt that.” He loosened Jimin’s pants and slid his hands
under the waistband and over the round globes of Jimin’s butt before pulling the pants to his ankles,
his boxer briefs following. “In.” He motioned to the bathtub, steam rising beyond the fluffy
mountains of bubbles.

“Fine.” Jimin huffed. He stepped into his jetted, corner bathtub and eased himself in. He
sucked in a breath before sinking further into the water. A small, satisfied moan passed his lips.

“Nice?” Jungkook asked.

“So nice.” Jimin sighed.

“Good. You stay here, I’ll order us some dinner.” Jungkook pulled the door closed and
released a long breath. While he’d seen some vulnerability in Jimin before, he’d never seen him so
distraught, so overcome with grief, fear, and shame. Jungkook clenched his jaw, Jimin didn’t
deserve it.

After ordering them some take-out Jungkook sat at the kitchen counter, letting his mind
wander. He spun his phone on the counter before stopping it abruptly.

Jungkook: I know it’s late grandma. I just needed to ask you something. You can call me
tomorrow after you get this. I need to know if there’s any way to release my trust fund early. I’m
not positive that I need it, but there’s a possibility I might. I won’t do anything stupid with it, I
promise. In fact, I want to enroll in school next semester. I know I said I wanted to wait awhile, but
I think it’s time. It’s time to take life seriously and…and do something those I love can be proud of.

He knew Jimin had said that he’d never expect Jungkook to help if it came down to
losing the house, but he couldn’t bear the thought of standing idly by while the man he loved
struggled. Which was why he stayed, why he’d always stay whenever Jimin asked. Jungkook also
knew that if given the option, he’d never leave.

He checked the time, dinner should arrive within twenty minutes but just as he was
heading back upstairs to gather his boyfriend he heard Jimin’s phone ring from the living room. He
bit his lip, debating on if he should grab it. I could be Jin, or Joon. Hobi might even be calling to
check on him and might worry needlessly if he didn’t answer. He hesitated a couple more beats
before stepping into the living room. When he saw that it was “mom” calling, his stomach dropped.
 The phone stopped ringing and Jungkook noticed that there were four other missed calls
from Jimin’s mom. He hoped it was because she wanted to apologize, to make it right between
them. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it could ruin the delicate foundation he and Jimin had built.
But he still typed the number into his own phone.

He paced along the living room, the weight of the phone in his hand increasing as he got
closer to his final decision. He opened his messages, knowing that what he was about to do could
ruin absolutely everything.

Unknown Number: Jimin’s mom?

JM Mom: Who is this?

Unknown Number: This is Jungkook. I think we need to talk.

 Chapter 20

Jungkook groaned at the sound of his alarm. He reached over to the bedside table and felt around
for his phone. He squinted at the invasion of light as he snoozed the sound. He rolled back over and
nestled into Jimin’s chest. Jimin liked to tease him sometimes, how despite being bigger than Jimin,
Jungkook preferred to be the one held when they slept. He didn’t care though, hated any
preconceived notions of who should follow what role. He liked when he felt taken care of and
snuggling into Jimin provided him that feeling.

“Kookie, I think it’s time to get ready for work.” Jimin mumbled, his voice thick, low,
and gravely from sleep.

“I’m calling in.”

 Jimin brought his hand up and ran it through Jungkook’s hair. “Why?”

“I don’t want to leave you alone today. You had a pretty rough night.”

“Hmm…” Jimin agreed. He lowered his face and kissed the top of Jungkook’s head. “But
you took such good care of me. I’m okay, Kookie. Go to work.”

Jungkook groaned. “I’m not even sure I have enough time to get home and change into
my work clothes…”

“If you get going now, you would.”

Jungkook poked Jimin’s side. “You’re so mean.”

“Go. I promise I’m okay. Just…come back when you’re done. And, um, maybe bring
some stuff back with you. You know, that you could keep here. In case this happens again, then you
wouldn’t have to rush.”

Jungkook raised his head from Jimin’s chest, his eyes wide. “You want me to keep stuff
here?”

Jimin bit his lip as his cheeks pinkened. “I’m just saying…it would make sense?” He
lowered his gaze. “Do you think it’s too soon?”

Jungkook quickly shook his head as he grabbed Jimin gently by his chin. He met his eyes
and smiled softly. “No, I don’t think it’s too soon.” He placed his lips to Jimin’s, careful to keep it
short and sweet or he’d definitely be late for work. “I’ll see you this afternoon then.” He finally
crawled backwards out of Jimin’s bed, shuffled into his pants and slipped his shirt over his head.
He leaned in for one last kiss and hurried out the door.

Jimin bit his tongue, wanting to wait for a better time. Soon.

Jungkook was just about to finish up his shift when a woman walked in asking for him.
His co-worker pointed him out where he was restocking paper sleeves for the to-go cups. “Jeon
Jungkook?”

He turned to face the voice, met with a short, even-faced woman. After a once over he
realized he knew that face. From pictures in Jimin’s living room. “Mrs. Park?”

She gave a short nod. “I had tried to message you but didn’t receive a response. Figured
perhaps coming here would be better anyway.” He cocked his head to the side, wondering how she
knew where he worked. The other question was why hadn’t he noticed a new message? He felt his
pockets but was horrified to learn his phone wasn’t with him. He thought back to his hectic
morning, he snoozed his alarm, snuggled Jimin, got dressed, went home…Fuck! My phone is still
at Jimin’s.
 JJK: Jimin’s mom?

JM Mom: Who is this?

JJK: This is Jungkook. I think we need to talk.

JM Mom: Yes, I think you might be right. I feel it’s important for you to realize that what you’re
doing won’t be good for Jimin or Minji in the long run.

JJK: I’d like for you to meet me to talk.

JM Mom: Fine. I’ll meet you. When?

JM Mom: Jungkook, I don’t have time for games, when and where should we meet to
have this little sit-down?

JM Mom: I’m coming into town.

JM Mom: Alright. I’ll just find you at your work.

Jimin stood next to the bedside table after getting out of the shower, watching Jungkook’s
phone light up with messages—from his mom. His jaw clenched and his hands trembled as he
picked the phone up. How could he? Why would he do this? It wasn’t his place to challenge his
mother!

He threw Jungkook’s phone back onto the bed and rushed to get dressed. Maybe he’d be
able to get to the café before his mother did.

“I’m not sure right now is the best time.” Jungkook said uneasily. He glanced to the door,
knowing that Jimin was the type of partner that would bring him his phone when he noticed he left
it there. He couldn’t risk Jimin seeing his mother here with him.

“You expect me to just leave now? No. No, you started this whole exchange and now
we’re going to finish it. You can finish up, I’ll wait here.” She motioned to the table furthest back
and settled in.

Jungkook gulped as he nodded and went to clock out. “Saeyoo, let me use your phone.”
He pleaded.

“What? Why?” His co-worker huffed.

“Just, please? I left mine at Jimin’s and I need to reach him.” He was frantic and Saeyoo
relented.
 Unknown Number: Hey babe, it’s me. I forgot my phone at your place. I’ll just pick it
up later, okay?

Unknown Number: It’s okay, I could use some coffee anyway, I’ll just bring it along.

Unknown Number: No, really it’s okay. I can bring back some coffee.

Of course Jungkook would try to keep him away, Jimin seethed as he put his shoes on.

Shit. Jungkook chewed his thumb nail. Okay, so he’d just have to get rid of Mrs. Park
quickly. He clocked out, removed his apron and hat and sat down in front of Mrs. Park with two
waters. “Mr. Jeon. I won’t take much of your time. I’ll come right out and say it. I don’t like this
thing you have going on with my son. I don’t like you spending so much time with my
granddaughter. And I don’t like how you somehow convinced my son that he’s…gay.”

Jungkook’s lip quirked up just a bit. “Oh, Mrs. Park, I didn’t convince him of that at all.
He was fully aware before I came along.”

Mrs. Park shook her head. “No. He’s always been…he’s experimented before, but he was
happy with Yungmi.”

Jungkook pursed his lips. She really didn’t know her son at all. “Hmm. That’s not how I
understand it. But I don’t want to talk about his past with Yungmi. I’d like to talk about his future.
With me.”

“There can’t be a future with you, Mr. Jeon. Minji needs a mother—”

“Minji needs people who love her.” Jungkook interrupted.

“And you think you love her?”

“Oh, I know I do. There’s no doubt in my mind the lengths I’d travel to take care of her
and support her and love her. And Jimin. But it seems that the same doesn’t ring true for you.” Mrs.
Park gasped and Jungkook continued. “You can’t seem to get beyond the fact that I am a man. You
don’t care about my ability to care and look out for both Jimin and Minji.”

Mrs. Park barked out a snide laugh. “You’re a barista.”

Jungkook smiled knowingly, of course she’d go there. “And a damn good one.”

“You think you could provide for them? If the ROK Armed Forces were to find out about
his relationship with you, he could lose that contract. They wouldn’t allow it.” She shook her head.

“And how exactly would they find out, Mrs. Park? Would you or your husband purposely
out him just to prove a point? Would you sabotage him like that just because you can’t accept his
sexuality? How do you think that would impact Minji?”

“But you wouldn’t be able to help them, as a barista in a small café if that were to
happen, would you? If you cared about them at all, you’d consider these consequences.”
 “I have. And yet, I’m still here. Trying to convince you that your son is still your son
regardless of who he’s dating. And that Minji shouldn’t have her family divided like this.”

“Do you not worry about the backlash she’ll get from people when they find out?” Mrs.
Park seemed desperate to find any reason to dismiss Jungkook.

“Minji is so smart, Mrs. Park. She knows that not everyone’s opinion will matter. She
takes after your son so much, strong, determined, resilient. And with people surrounding her with
love and support…even if people do say unkind things to her, she’ll know we have her back.”

Mrs. Park paused and looked down at her hands.

Jimin flung the door to the café open, ready to storm in and lash out on Jungkook for
going behind his back to make contact with his mother. But then, he caught his voice. “…I love
your son. And I love his daughter. And I think, I hope, that he loves me too. I know he doesn’t want
to cut Minji out of your life, but he deserves some respect for his decisions. Including his
relationship with me. I’ll give you some time to think about it, but I’m not going anywhere.”

“I think we’re done now.” Jungkook finished with a raise of his brow.

Jimin’s heart took up residence in his throat as he battled his emotions. He left the café
and quickly took refuge in the boutique next door as he waited for his mother to leave. He watched
the window and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her hurry past. Then he took a deep breath,
not sure if he should confront Jungkook. He clearly had the best intentions, right? But it wasn’t his
place. He had no idea the consequences this little mid-day soiree.

He straightened up and walked back to the café. He stepped in just as Jungkook reached
for the door. “Sweetheart!” Jungkook gasped.

“Hey.” Jimin’s face showed little sign of happiness.

Jungkook reached for him. “You okay?” Jungkook’s chest tightened, sensing a level of
tension that hadn’t ever been present between them. Knowing he certainly wasn’t okay.

Jimin’s phone pinged and he pulled it out before answering Jungkook. Jungkook
remained in front of him, shuffling as he waited.

Mom: We need to talk

Jimin: I don’t think I have anything to say to you.

Jimin glanced up at Jungkook, his eyes cold.

 Mom: Please.

He put his phone back in his pocket without responding further. He turned around and
left the café, Jungkook right behind him. “Baby.” Jungkook called quietly, a sinking feeling in his
gut that told him he knew exactly why Jimin seemed upset.

“I’m not going to say anything right now. Because we have a little girl’s Kindergarten
Graduation to attend in an hour. But you know damn well what we’re going to talk about.” Jimin
snapped as he handed Jungkook’s phone to him.

“Jimin.”

“I can’t believe you’d do something like this.” He picked up his pace and Jungkook
jogged to catch up after being rendered incapable of moving for a minute.

“Do you…should I still come to Minji’s—”

“Of course you should still come!” Jimin yelled. “You want to disappoint her as much as
you disappointed me?”

“Jimin that’s not fair.”

Jimin stopped walking and turned to Jungkook. “You know what’s not fair? Thinking that
your boyfriend had your back, only to learn he apparently didn’t.”

“Baby, I do. That’s why—”

Jimin shook his head. “Please. Don’t.” He reached up, unable to keep away from
Jungkook for too long. He tucked Jungkook’s hair behind his ear, only to have it fall forward again.
“We’ll talk, okay? I just need to think for a little bit. And you need to get ready for Minji’s
graduation—you smell like pastries.”

Jungkook nodded. “Okay. I’ll, um, meet you there?” Jimin nodded and gave a sad half-
smile before stepping off the curb and leaving the other direction.

TheKid: You still at work?

Grumpy: Just about to head that way in a bit, actually.

TheKid: I fucked up. Bad.

TheKid: I might lose Jimin.

TheKid: Yoongi, I can’t lose him.

Grumpy: Slow down, kid. I’ll be right over.

 Yoongi let himself in and found Jungkook pacing in his living room. “Alright, kid, what
did you do?”

“I may or may not have gone behind Jimin’s back and contacted his mom after they had a
fight.”

Yoongi closed his eyes and released a long breath. “Kook.”

“I know! Fuck, I know that was stupid.” He continued to pace, his hands fidgeting, and
face contorted in pain. “And I know he knows. I had texted her last night, and then left my phone at
his place. She messaged me, and he must have seen them. God, Yoongi, he’s so pissed.”

Yoongi ran his hand over his face. “Can you blame him?”

“No!” He finally stopped pacing and lowered himself onto the couch. “I can’t. But,
Yoongi, I was only trying to help.”

“Of course you were, Kook. But maybe you should have taken a team approach?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Jimin doesn’t need you to save him, rescue him, or play the hero you know?”

Jungkook nodded again.

“He needs to know he can depend on you. And trust you. And now…well, now he’s
going to question that.”

“Fuck.”

Jimin sat at his kitchen counter, simmering in his thoughts. He was still fuming, feelings
of betrayal overtaking him. But then he’d hear that strong, clear voice, “I love your son. And I love
his daughter.” Jungkook loves them. That didn’t just erase what he did though taking his mom’s
number and going behind his back like that. What the hell did he think he was going to prove,
anyway?

He didn’t have time to question it though, as Minji’s graduation was starting in a half
hour. He texted Namjoon, Hobi, and Kihyun to make sure they were all still coming. Jin would
certainly be there, already on location and likely ready to take Minji home again if needed. Jimin
smiled as he again counted his lucky stars to have found Jin.

He walked to the school, pausing when Jungkook was waiting for him just outside the
gate. He looked utterly dejected, head hung low, hands held together. Jimin approached and stood
in front of him. Jungkook’s eyes fell to Jimin’s shoes and slowly lifted his head. Jimin’s heart
stuttered at the shame painted on Jungkook’s face. He reached for his hand, and Jungkook’s shock
did not go unnoticed as he laced his fingers with Jimin’s. His heart had been turbulent and troubled,
but settled just enough to function once Jimin’s hand was locked with his. “Let’s go find our girl,
hm?”
 Our girl.

Jimin and Jungkook approached the elementary school gym, where the ceremony was to
be held. Just outside the door were Jimin’s parents. “What in the actual fuck?” Jimin growled as he
glanced at Jungkook.

“I didn’t—”

“Mom. Dad. What are you doing here?” He narrowed his gaze on his mother, unsure if
his father was aware of the blowout they had.

“Oh surely you didn’t think we’d forget about Minji’s graduation.” His mother gushed.

“Of course.” Jimin said tersely. He saw his father flick his gaze down to where Jimin’s
hand remained locked with Jungkook’s. He raised his brow in challenge to his father.

“And this is…?” His father ventured.

Jimin stood up taller, squaring his shoulders. “This is my boyfriend, Jungkook. Jungkook,
my mother and father.”

To his credit, Jungkook successfully acted as though he hadn’t just had a face to face
meeting with Mrs. Park. He politely bowed towards them and reached out his hand. “Nice to meet
you, Jungkook.” His mother said politely. His father hmphed as he gave a quick and impersonal
shake to his hand.

Jimin and Jungkook led the way into the gym, where they found Namjoon, Hobi, and Ki
saving three seats up front. Hobi gave an excited wave and motioned to the empty seats. “Well,
we’ll see you after the ceremony I guess.” Jimin said to his parents as they found their own seats a
few rows back.

“I can’t believe she’s graduating Kindergarten!” Hoseok wailed. “Our little girl is
growing up so fast!”

“Hey, you don’t need to tell me twice.” Jimin laughed. “I can’t believe next year will be
first grade! She’ll be going to college before we know it.”

“Because that’s not dramatic at all.” Namjoon laughed.

They all took their seats as the time drew nearer to the start of the ceremony. Jungkook
had brought along his large Sony camera, ready to get the most out of the day. He wanted to
document the occasion well for Jimin—and for himself. Maybe a couple would even end up hung
in the living room with images of other important moments. He reluctantly pulled his hand from
Jimin’s hold and raised his camera. Minji was lined up with her class on the far side of the gym and
he turned his camera towards her. She smiled excitedly and waved while hopping. Jungkook’s own
smile overtook his face as he waved back before starting to snap pictures.

Right before they started Jin rushed in and found his spot next to Namjoon. He leaned
towards Jimin, “I tried my best, but I’m sure you would’ve done her hair much nicer than I did.”

“She looks perfect, Jin. Thank you for taking care of her when I…”

“Anytime, Jimin. That’s what friends are for, right?”

 “Y’all are more like family. You know that.”

Through the ceremony, Jimin fought the tears that threatened his composure. His baby
girl wasn’t such a baby anymore. She was awarded both her Kindergarten diploma as well as an
award for being the “most influential” student for her willingness to share and play with all her
classmates—yes, even Han whom she didn’t actually like, but learned not to say so. It was at that
point that Jimin let a couple stray tears fall. Jungkook leaned over and gently nuzzled his cheek
while whispering, “You should be so proud.”

Jimin turned to him, knowing that no matter how mad he was, Jungkook was someone he
wanted to keep. “I am.”

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispered.

“I know.” He smiled sadly. “I promise we’ll talk.”

After the ceremony finished parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, and everyone in
between flitted about the gym finding their children. The kids milled about, running, laughing as
they celebrated. “Daddy!” Minji called as she excitedly motioned Jimin over. “Daddy this is my
friend, Jisoo. This is my daddy and my Kookie.”

Jungkook’s heart cried in happiness at her introduction.

“You can’t have two dads.” A boy standing by commented. Jimin tensed.

Minji narrowed her eyes. “Sure I can!” she snapped. “Kookie loves me, don’t you
Kookie?”

Jungkook released Jimin’s hand and picked Minji up. “I do, Minnie, so much.”

“And you love Daddy.” She said with certainty.

He looked to Jimin and smiled, now was as good a time as any he supposed. “I do.”
Jimin’s eyes widened as his face quickly flushed. He flicked his gaze among his friends, all of them
as stunned as he was. Stunned, but with delighted, knowing smiles.

Minji turned back to the boy and scowled. “See? That’s what you need for a family. This
is my family—my Daddy and my Kookie, my other dad.”

“Minnie.” Jungkook breathed as he pulled her tightly to him, her arms naturally wrapping
around his neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Kookie.”

Jimin’s parents remained nearby, hearing the exchange. Mrs. Park gasped at Minji’s
defense of Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship. She turned to her husband.

Mr. Park shook his head. “No.”

 “Hojun, he’ll keep her from us if we can’t be civil about this.”

“You can’t possibly expect me to allow this.” He huffed.

She turned her gaze to Minji, where she was being smothered in love and affection from
Jimin’s friends. “I don’t think it’s about allowing it. He’s made up his mind. We can’t stop him.”
She turned back to her husband. “You saw how irritated he was that we were even here.”

“We’re her grandparents, it’s our right to be here.”

“She clearly loves him.”

“She’s been manipulated.” He countered. “I won’t stand for it, Chanri.”

“You have to, Hojun. I can’t bear the thought of losing her.” She held his hands in hers,
eyes pleading. “Please, let’s just have them for dinner. Let’s get to know Jungkook.”

Hojun gave a curt nod. “For you.” Chanri smile lightly. Hojun wasn’t one for big shows
of affection, but she knew he loved her and would try to make her happy, even if it challenged him
otherwise. She wasn’t about to lose her son and granddaughter, they needed to at least learn control
their unacceptance.
 Chapter 21
Chapter Notes
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“Grandma! Grandpa!” Minji called as she spotted her grandparents standing aside. She hurried over
to them and Chanri scooped her up. “Did you see me graduate?”

“We did, sweetie, we did. So proud of you!” Her grandma said with a solid kiss to her
cheek.

“Grandma, Grandpa, you gotta meet Kookie!” She squirmed excitedly in her grandma’s
arms until she lowered her back to the ground. She ran away, while Chanri and Hojun exchanged a
look. Minji quickly returned with Jungkook in tow, her small hand clasped tightly around his
fingers. Minji stood proudly and smiled, “This is my Kookie.”

“We’ve met.” Her grandpa said, with a forced smile.

Jungkook looked between them and picked Minji back up. “We’re all so proud of you,
Minnie. What would you like to do to celebrate?” As she started thinking, Jungkook evened his
gaze on Jimin’s parents before bringing Minji back to where Jimin was. Chanri and Hojun followed
slowly behind.

“Can we go for pizza? Ice cream?” Minji asked.

“I love how this girl thinks!” Hoseok laughed as he took her from Jungkook and swung
her around. Minji giggled as she threw herself backwards. Hobi held tight, letting her hang upside-
down as he kept spinning.

“Hobi! You’re going to make her sick.” Jimin scolded as he grabbed his best friend by his
shoulders. Hoseok stopped spinning and put Minji back on the ground where she struggled to find
her footing. “Alright, who’s up for pizza and ice cream?” Jimin looked around to all his friends—
Minji’s proud uncles—nodding. His parents hesitated and Jimin decided to offer an olive branch—
for Minji. “Mom? Dad?”

Both his parents and Jungkook snapped their gaze to him. “I, uh..” His mom looked to his
father. His expression didn’t offer any position one way or the other. “Of course.” She agreed.

Minji squealed excitedly before running towards the door, her entourage following.

They settled in at a local pizza place at a large table towards the back. Minji was telling
all of them all the things she wanted to do over the summer. “I’m going to help Kookie plan Uncle
Jinnie and Uncle Joon’s wedding!”

“Jin and Namjoon’s…” His mother started breathlessly.

“Wedding.” Jimin said firmly. “She’s helping Jungkook plan Jin and Namjoon’s
wedding.” His gaze was cold on his mother, challenging her to say anything remotely disapproving.

“Well, that’s lovely! I’m sure you’ll be such a great help!” She said to Minji, making her
beam proudly.

“I bet we’re gonna have lots of flowers.” Minji said with a nod. “Because Kookie loves
flowers. He gets them for me and Daddy.”

Jungkook and Jimin smiled at Minji, then at each other before Jin interrupted with a
laugh, “I thought this was my wedding. What if I don’t want flowers?” Minji gasped as her mouth
fell open. “I’m kidding sweetheart, of course there will be flowers. Can you make sure they’re
shades of peach, orange, and pink? That’d be lovely for a summer wedding!”

“Duly noted.” Jungkook laughed. “We really should sit down soon and start hashing
some of this out.” Jin nodded with a bright, excited smile.
 “So, Jimin, how’s the dojang doing?” Hojun asked. Jimin looked to his father, knowing
that it was a hint at what it would mean to lose the military contract.

“Very well, thank you. I’m adding another instructor to take on some more private
lessons as Ki and I are swamped. I’m also considering expanding.” He looked to Kihyun.

“We’re quite excited about the new instructor as scheduling has been quite the hassle, and
of course excited about the expansion prospects.” Ki added.

“Oh? And where might you end up going?”

“Northern suburbs.” Jimin answered quickly. He met his father head on, gaze even.

“That’d be a lot of traveling back and forth. Who would be making sure Minji was taken
care of?”

“It’d be taken care of, Mr. Park.” Jungkook interrupted, his eyes fiery and defensive.
“Between all of us here, Minji is always taken care of.”

“I like it best when Kookie watches me, he has a puppy grandma! Her name’s Kakuna
and she’s so cute! I love her.” Minji gushed before taking another bite of pizza.

“That’s wonderful, Minji.” Chanri said with what appeared to be an authentic smile.
“You’ve always wanted a puppy.”

“Mmhmm, and sometimes she even gets to come to our house. I like it when she sleeps in
my bed. But she kinda snores.” Jungkook chuckled, knowing full well that Kakuna snored like an
old man.

“Oh. So, Jungkook stays over.” Hojun commented, barely containing his contempt. Jimin
snapped his gaze to his father, rage threatening to boil over.

“Minnie,” Namjoon interrupted as the tension thickened. “I do believe Uncle Jinnie and I
have a little something for you in the car, can you come with us to get it?”

Minji’s eyes lit up as she nodded and clasped her hands together excitedly. She pushed
back her chair, hopped out and happily went with Jin and Namjoon. Kihyun and Hoseok also found
reason to follow. Jimin turned to his father. “How dare you.” He fumed.

“You really think it’s a good idea to be having little sleepovers?” His father spit out.

“What I do in my own life is none of your damn business.” Jimin seethed. “I’m sure
you’d be jumping for fucking joy if it was a woman spending the night at our place.”

“Jimin—” his mother tried to intervene.

“I’m right, though. It’s only because my partner is a man that you seem so concerned.”
His father remained undeterred; his eyes cold. Jimin shook his head. “You know what, just leave.”

“Jimin.” His mother gasped.

“I told you, mom.” He snapped as he turned his attention to her. “I said if you couldn’t
accept my relationship with Jungkook that you wouldn’t be allowed to see Minji. And you came
anyway. And I tried. I tried to give you an opportunity to prove you weren’t going to be…well, like
this.” He shrugged. “I’m over it.” His face flushed as he clenched his jaw. Jungkook reached under
the table and grasped his hand.

Jimin’s father sat back in his chair as he crossed his arms. “Are you sure this is the
decision you want to make, Jimin?”

Jungkook squeezed his hand, it’s okay, I have your back. We can do this. Jimin looked to
Jungkook, his gaze softening. “I know what I want.” He turned back to his father. “Now you just
need to decide what you want; a relationship with Minji or not. And you know what needs to
happen in order to have one. And, surprise, you’re failing.”

“Hojun, please.” His mother begged. “Please don’t do this.”

“How can I know for certain that Jungkook is safe? We don’t even know him. I can’t
stand idly by while our granddaughter is being cared for by someone we know anything about.”
Hojun said, looking to his wife.

“I know him.” Jimin snapped. Jungkook’s thumb ran over his hand soothingly.

“That’s not enough, Jimin. You’re blinded, enchanted by this novel experience.”

“Novel—are you fucking serious right now? Jesus, dad, it’s not like I ran into this blind! I
had Dosang run a check on him—”

“A check? What do you mean you ran a check on me?” Jungkook interrupted, pulling his
hand away from Jimin.

Jimin turned to him, panic flashing across his face. He tried to speak, to defend or explain
the situation, but only managed to open and close his mouth like a fish out of water. “Babe,” he
breathed. “Can we, just talk about this when we get home? Please.” His voice was low, barely
perceptible.

Jungkook scoffed as he lightly shook his head. “I can’t believe you.” His voice equally
low. He turned back to Jimin’s parents. “And obviously everything came back fine otherwise we
wouldn’t all be sitting here, now would we? Listen, I’m all for you getting to know me, but it needs
to be done in a way that isn’t so blatantly disrespectful, or hurtful to Jimin. If it’s just concern for
Minji, I get it. But if it’s simply because I’m a gay man, then I don’t have the time to spend to try
and convince you that I’m worthy of your acceptance. And neither does Jimin.” He looked back to
Jimin. “Minji’s done eating, I’m going to go pay. Meet me outside?”

Jimin nodded, eyes still worried. Jungkook stood, leaned down and caressed Jimin’s
lower lip before kissing him softly. Hojun stood hurriedly from his chair and stalked off. Jungkook
scoffed at the childish display then left to pay.

“Jimin.” Chanri said softly as she reached across for his hand. “I want to know Jungkook,
darling. I do. He clearly cares so much about you and Minji. Your father,” she sighed. “I’ll try,
sweetheart, okay?”

“I won’t allow you to disrespect him again.” Jimin warned.

 His mother nodded in understanding. “I know. I’m so sorry. Just…just let us try again?”
Jimin gave a small nod, eliciting a hopeful smile from his mother.

“Jungkook and I are going to take Minji for ice cream. You can say goodbye before we
go.”

As Minji was busy picking out her toppings for her ice cream Jimin leaned in to
Jungkook. “Can we talk tonight?” Jungkook’s mind had been preoccupied with the barrage of
events from the day—from his meeting with Jimin’s mom, to Minji’s graduation where she called
him her Kookie—her other dad, the disaster of a dinner with Jimin’s parents, and the minor fact
that Jimin ran a damn background check on him—that it took him a minute to register what Jimin
was asking.

“Uh, I guess we probably should.”

“Today’s been eventful.” Jimin said lowly.

Jungkook scoffed. “That’s one way to put it.” His face was even and jaw held tight. Jimin
reached for his hand and placed it on his waist. The touch annoyingly softened Jungkook’s edges
and he sighed as he pulled Jimin closer.

“You want to go get your stuff and Kakuna after this? Meet us back at the house?” Jimin
bit the inside of his bottom lip as he braved a glance at his boyfriend.

“I’m staying?”

Jimin’s face turned crestfallen. “Only if you want to.” Jungkook hated seeing him so
dejected and worried. He knew they needed to talk but wasn’t sure if it’d go well enough to warrant
him staying over.

He figured they’d cross that bridge when they got there. “Okay.”

Jimin and Minji went home alone, walking peacefully down their street holding hands.
“Minji, sweetheart, about what you said to that boy after graduation…” He bit his lip and took in a
deep breath. “Kookie’s pretty special to you, huh?”

Minji looked up with her wide, innocent, brown eyes. She nodded, “He’s my Kookie,
daddy. I love him. He can be my other dad, right? Taejin was wrong, wasn’t he? I can have two
dads.”

Jimin hesitated for a long time, “We’ll have to see baby. I know he loves you very much.
But it’s a really big step to be someone’s dad. But you’re right baby, you can have two dads. And
kids can have two moms, live with their grandparents or their aunties or uncles. Families come in
all kinds of different ways. As long as there’s endless love, there’s a family.”

Minji smiled happily, content with the answer. Jimin found himself lost in thought the
rest of the way. It hadn’t been long with Jungkook, but he’d be lying if he said that the possibility
of taking this seriously and long-term hadn’t crossed his mind. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t
think about Jungkook sharing their home and their lives. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t
imagined what it would be like to hear Minji call Jungkook ‘dad’. And despite the turmoil he and
Jungkook were currently in, his heart literally sang in joy at the sound. It just felt right. Even if it
was too soon.

Minji was in the bath when Jungkook finally got to Jimin’s house. “I was worried you
decided not to come.” Jimin said as he opened the door.

“Honestly, the thought crossed my mind.” He toed off his shoes, lowered his bag to the
ground, and unclipped Kakuna’s leash. He stood and hesitantly met Jimin’s gaze. Jimin’s eyes held
a sheen of wetness to them, but he took a deep breath and willed it away.

“Minji’s in the bath, I’m gonna go finish that up, and we’ll be right down. You could, um,
bring your stuff, you know, up to my room, if you want.” He squatted and gave Kakuna a rub
between her ears. He stood back up and hesitated, drawn desperately to kiss Jungkook but not
wanting to push anything at this point. Jungkook wished he would have.

Jungkook waited until Jimin was all the way upstairs before following and heading to
Jimin’s room. He dropped his bag next to what had become “his side” of the bed. He sat on the
edge and ran his hands through his hair. Despite feeling ready to take on this relationship and this
little family, Jungkook was acutely aware that he was still only twenty-one and not very well versed
in relationships or how to navigate conflicts within them.

He heard the tub draining and Minji’s small voice, “Did Kookie come home yet, Daddy?”

Home.

“He did, Doodle-bug. Let’s get you in jammies and we’ll go down and have a snack with
him, okay?”

Jungkook took a deep breath and headed back downstairs. He waited for Jimin at the
kitchen counter, tapping his fingers anxiously. He couldn’t make sense of the mixed climate
between him and Jimin. He was reserved, pulled-back, yet warm when speaking about him. Jimin
had seemed worried that Jungkook wouldn’t show yet didn’t give him an ounce of affection when
he arrived. Jungkook almost wished he would just yell at him and get it over with. So long as he
could take it as well as he’d give it, because Jungkook had some choice words for Jimin as well.

“Hi Kookie!” Minji called as her little feet reached the bottom of the stairs. She ran
towards him and wrapped her arms around his bouncing legs.

“Hey baby.” He smiled as he reached down and picked her up. He sat her on his lap and
kissed the side of her head as Jimin rounded the corner. Jimin came to his side and kissed the
corner of his mouth before ruffling Minji’s still damp hair. Jungkook remained frozen in place,
gaping at Jimin. Jimin flicked his gaze to Minji before offering a half-smile. Ah, now Jungkook got
it, the affection was for Minji’s sake. Jimin didn’t want her to pick up that there was tension
between them. Super.

They settled on a small bowl of strawberries and some vanilla wafer cookies for Minji,
each of them accepting when she’d offer them a bite. “Alright baby, you had a big day. Time for
bed, hmm?” Minji nodded and crawled off her chair. Jimin turned to Jungkook. “I’ll be right back.”

Minji scowled at him. “Kookie needs to tuck me in too. That’s what dads do, you know.”

Jimin looked to Jungkook, anxiety clearly painted across his face. Jungkook smiled down
at Minji. “You’re absolutely right. Of course, I’ll tuck you in. Lead the way sweetheart.” After
reaching her room, Jungkook pulled the blankets back and waited until Minji was laying down
before pulling the covers up, and kissing her forehead. “Goodnight baby. Love you.”

“Love you too, Kookie.” Jungkook remained leaned against the door frame as Jimin
tucked her in as well, sitting on the edge of the bed to read to her as she drifted off. He kissed her
one last time. He glanced to Jungkook before standing and leaving the bedroom. He pulled the door
closed. He wordlessly made his way back to the stairs and headed down, expecting Jungkook to
follow. Jungkook swallowed thickly, his throat dry. He noticed his trembling hands but willed
himself to go and take care of this.

Jimin poured himself a glass of water, then paused. He reached up and grabbed a second
glass and poured Jungkook a glass as well. He turned back, placing the glass on the counter in front
of Jungkook. His face had lost most of its softness and affection, facing Jungkook was now a man
who was ready to square some shit away. Jimin chewed his bottom lip as he raised his brow to
Jungkook. “You want to start this? Want to explain to me why you felt you could just take my
mother’s phone number and contact her without talking to me first?” Before Jungkook could even
start defending himself, Jimin continued. “You knew Jungkook, you fucking knew how I felt about
what went down between us. You know the risks that come with poking the damn bear. And yet,
somehow you thought this was a good idea.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook started weakly. “I hated seeing you so torn up over the things she said.
I just…I thought maybe if I could talk to her, if she could see how much you mean to me, that I
don’t know…maybe she’d apologize.”

“Did you consider the backlash, at all? My father was clearly making a point to ask how
things were going outside of the military because he could easily take that away from me. Did you
consider that at all?”

“Yes. And you wouldn’t have to worry. I’d he—”

“It’s not your job to help, Kook! I told you that.”

“I don’t want it to be a job, Jimin. It’s what you do for your partner! We’re supposed to
be a team.” His face fell as his tears welled up. “I was trying to defend you, Jimin. She shouldn’t
have talked to you the way she did. I needed to say something.”

“And going into my phone didn’t jump out at you as something that maybe you shouldn’t
do? I don’t think you’d appreciate me going into your phone and just—”

“Oh, oh, is this a privacy position right now that you’re taking?” Jungkook jumped in.
“We can talk about privacy, sure. You want to explain how you ran a full-blown background check
on me? You think that’s not an invasion of privacy? You couldn’t have asked me!?”
 “Wow. Two totally different things, Jungkook.” Jimin remained even keeled, emotion
barely escalating while Jungkook sat at the counter, body trembling from the adrenaline and
emotion coursing through him.

“How? How is this different? We both went behind each other’s back.” Jungkook’s voice
shook but he hoped Jimin didn’t notice.

“Well, for starters, I did the background check to protect Minji. I wasn’t about to have
just anyone be around her, teaching her piano at their house. And I wasn’t about to…venture into
something without knowing what it was I was getting into.” He narrowed his gaze on Jungkook.
“You, on the other hand, are currently my boyfriend, Jungkook. I trusted you. There wasn’t a
relationship to potentially sabotage by my actions. I can’t say the same about yours.”

Jungkook finally stood from the counter. He walked around and grasped Jimin’s hands,
quickly noticing that despite his exterior appearances Jimin’s hands were also trembling. “Jimin.
I’m sorry. I really am.” He ran his thumbs over the tops of Jimin’s hands. “And…I mean, it seems
like maybe your mom is moving forward? Your father on the other hand…ooof.”

Jimin released half a snorted laugh as he looked at how lovingly Jungkook stroked his
hands. “Yeah, he’s a piece of work, isn’t he?” He raised his eyes to Jungkook’s. They were both
fighting the sting of tears. “I won’t ever allow him to disrespect you like that again, Kookie. I
promise.” He raised their joint hands to his mouth and kissed Jungkook’s knuckles. “I’m sorry
about the background—”

“It’s okay. I’d do the same for Minji. I get it.”

“Yeah?” Jimin posed and Jungkook nodded. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s not like I
got any information back. The contact who ran it did, but he just told me it was a go.”

Jungkook chuckled. “It’s a go?”

“You know, moving forward with you providing lessons to Minji, it was a go.”

Jungkook licked his lips. “Are we—is this still a go?”

Jimin pulled from his grasp and stepped instantly into his space, wrapping his arms
around Jungkook’s neck. “Do you want this to still be a go?” His fingers twisted the hair at the
back of Jungkook’s head around, playing with it distractedly.

Jungkook drew a breath as he trailed his eyes over Jimin’s face—his beautiful, bright
eyes, his petite nose, round pink cheeks, and plump lips currently being bitten nervously by Jimin.
“I think I’m going to always want this to be a go. I’m always going to want you.”

“Did you mean it?” Jimin whispered.

“Mean what?” Jungkook asked as he bent his head down and nuzzled against Jimin’s
neck.

“What you said to my mother. That you love me. And Minji.”

Jungkook froze. “You heard that?”

“Did you mean it?” Jimin asked again.

 “Yes.” Jungkook breathed against Jimin’s ear. He pulled back and moved his hands from
Jimin’s waist to his face. “I love you, Park Jimin. So much.”

Jimin’s eyes went from welled up, to overflowing as tears tracked down his cheeks. “I
love you too, Jeon Jungkook.”

Chapter End Notes

Do you all forgive me yet??

 Chapter 22
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“So…so this…this is what people mean…” Jimin struggled to speak around his ragged breaths. “…
when they talk about…how great…make-up sex…is.” Jungkook moaned in acknowledgement
from between Jimin’s thighs, his lips wrapped around Jimin’s dick as Jimin held his hair tightly.
Jungkook’s fingers, slick with lube, pressed along Jimin’s pink ring testing his acceptance.
“Kookie.” Jimin moaned. “Fuck, Kookie.” He rocked his hips down against Jungkook’s fingers.
Jungkook’s lip quirked in a sly smile before he sucked in deeper as he pressed his first finger into
Jimin. A long growl mixed with a whine passed Jimin’s lips as his head rolled back.
 Jungkook pulled his mouth away and pressed kisses to the inside of Jimin’s thighs. He
trailed his lips down to the backs of his thighs as he draped Jimin’s legs over his broad shoulders.
He pressed a second finger in next to his first as he lightly bit the backside of Jimin’s thigh. Jimin
clenched around him as he hissed through his teeth. “Okay?” Jungkook mumbled through a soft
kiss to the bite.

“Yes, yes. Shit.”

Jungkook continued to trail his lips down the back of Jimin’s thigh, over the lower part of
his cheeks, teasing around where his fingers were deep inside him before doing the same to the
other side. Jimin squirmed under him. His eyes were clenched shut as his chest heaved, sweat
glistening down his neck. Jungkook crawled up his body, letting Jimin’s legs fall to the side of him.
His fingers remained, keeping a steady slow pace that was slowly unraveling Jimin. He ran his
tongue up the center of Jimin’s chest, before gently biting along his collarbone, and then kissing up
the column of his neck. “I love you.” He breathed against Jimin’s lips before crashing his lips into
Jimin’s while simultaneously curling his fingers.

Jimin arched into him, a cry running from his mouth into Jungkook’s. “OhmyGod.” He
rushed as Jungkook barely pulled away. “ohmygod I love you.”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook teased. “I think you just love what I do to you.” He playfully
nipped under Jimin’s jaw as his fingers continued bringing waves of pleasure.

Jimin groaned as he clung to Jungkook’s shoulders as he hovered over him. “No, no, ugh,
God, fuck. I love you. Love you love you…aaahhh, and that. Fuck I love when you do that.” Jimin
thrashed, overcome with the never-ending shocks of pleasure each thrust and curl of Jungkook’s
fingers produced. “I’m…ahh, Kook, so close.”

Jimin lowered his arm from Jungkook’s shoulder to his hip, pulling him up his body.
Jungkook cocked his head to the side, not sure what Jimin was hinting at. “What?”

“Come up here.” Jungkook started to slip his fingers out. “No! No, don’t stop. Just…
scoot up here…” He reached for Jungkook’s dick, which hung heavy and hard as he opened his
mouth. Jungkook, now fully grasping what Jimin wanted, nestled next to Jimin’s side, his fingers
still pulling whines and moans from Jimin until they became muffled when Jimin took Jungkook
into his mouth.

“Shit, Baby.” Jungkook’s head fell back as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. He
gently held the back of Jimin’s head with his left hand as his right continued its task, bringing Jimin
closer to the brink. “So good.” He cooed. “So beautiful. I wish you could…see yourself.”

Jimin looked up at him, eyes softened with love but burning with lust. He pushed his face
forward, taking more of Jungkook into his mouth. His breathing became erratic as his hips rocked
against Jungkook’s hand, small whimpers wrapping around Jungkook’s dick as it remained in the
hot, wet cavern of Jimin’s mouth. Jimin pulled his hand from Jungkook’s hip and wrapped it
around himself, stroking with the same pace as Jungkook’s hand. He pulled back from Jungkook’s
dick as he moaned and cried out.

“Shhh, baby, shhh, quiet.” Jungkook urged, glancing to the door.

“Fuck, can’t, God. Ughh so good.” He wanted to keep working on Kook with his mouth
but could barely remain conscious with the onslaught of pleasure lighting him on fire. Instead he
used the supply of saliva and precum as a lubricant as he stroked him, urging him to the peaks of
pleasure alongside Jimin.

Jungkook watched as Jimin fell apart under him, his face flushed and sweaty, eyes rolling
back as he surrendered. His mouth remained partly open as he continued to pant. His hips locked as
his back arched, his hand tightened around his pulsing dick as he came. “Holy…shit, ohmygod,
Kookie, oh shit.”

Watching Jimin come was enough to send Jungkook over his own edge. He angled his
dick up and away from Jimin’s face. He released a long, gravely, “fffuuuuuck” as he caught his
cum in his own hand. He clenched his own eyes shut, watching explosions behind his lids, and rode
out his climax.

He came back down, fighting to catch his breath. He fell towards Jimin, pulling his
fingers from him, causing Jimin to sigh at the loss. Jimin trailed his fingers over Jungkook’s back.
“You okay, babe?”

Jungkook gave a barely conscious sound of confirmation as he nestled into Jimin’s hold.

“Sweetheart, we should get cleaned up.” Jimin said against Jungkook’s soft hair.

“It’s like, 1am.” Jungkook grumbled. “’m tired.”

“Well, I mean, I had to wait until I knew Minnie was totally knocked out.” He patted
Jungkook’s arm. “Come on, get up.” Jungkook grumbled in complaint but followed anyway.

Jimin turned on the shower and as they stood under the spray Jungkook’s head started to
clear. He wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist. “I’m going to apply to school.”

“What? When?” Jimin asked as squished his loofah to bubble up his bodywash.

“Now.” Jungkook chuckled. “Well, not like now now. But I’m applying for next semester.
Your, um, mom had said some things that…I just. I don’t want her to think I’m unworthy of you.”

Jimin grasped Jungkook’s hand. “What did she say?” His eyes narrowed, brow knitted in
a mix of anger and concern.

“Just, you know, some off-handed comments about how a barista can’t take care of a
family.” He tried to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but Jimin could see it in his face that
Jungkook worried about not being good enough. “I mean, I could have just spouted off about my
trust fund, but I also didn’t want her to think I was some spoiled rich kid looking to play dad for
awhile until I get bored or something.”

“Kookie, you should go back to school because you want to, not because someone made
you feel like you have to. You, my dear, are more than enough. You know that, right? You’re so
kind, and smart, and funny, and give seriously the best orgasms of my life.” Jungkook burst out
laughing. “But if you want to go back and get those photography and business degrees, then I fully
support you.”

Jungkook got quiet as he washed himself up. “I, uh, asked my grandmother to release my
trust fund early.”
 “Why?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Mostly for school, even though my parents promised they’d pay my
tuition. But also, because if things get bad…if you lose that contract…”

Jimin’s eyes softened as he caressed Jungkook’s face. “Oh Kookie, did you really think I
don’t have a savings?” He laughed lightly. “I guess if you knew how much that contract paid you
wouldn’t worry so much. It’s mostly been invested, but some is in savings for Minji’s schooling,
and then I have my emergencies fund.”

“But, you said you could lose the house.”

“Perhaps eventually, after the emergency fund ran out. But that wouldn’t have been for a
while.” He leaned in, skin slick with soap and wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders.
“Don’t worry, okay?”

“Okay.” Jungkook kissed him softly. “Can we snuggle now?”

“Of course.”

Jungkook stretched out, yawning, but trying to convince his body to go back to sleep. A
pair of small hands patted his face and he cracked his eye open. Minji smiled, “Morning Kookie.”

“Mm, morning baby girl.” He opened his arms and she snuggled in.

“It’s time for breakfast.” She said. “Daddy’s waiting.”

Jungkook stretched again before tightening his hold on Minji. “Okay, okay. I’m getting
up.” Minji scurried out of his hold and hopped out of bed. Jungkook ran his hands over his face, got
out of bed, washed up and headed downstairs.

Jimin was pulling cereal from the cupboard and smiled as he turned around and saw
Jungkook. “She woke you up, didn’t she?” Jungkook nodded as he stretched again.

“Minnie, I told you to let him sleep.”

“But Daddy!” She started to protest the scolding.

“It’s fine.” Jungkook promised as he stepped to Jimin and pulled him to his body by his
waist. He lowered his head and kissed him. “Good morning.”

Jimin felt a light tingle in his cheeks, surely a faint blush. “Good morning.” He pulled
back and held up two boxes of cereal. “Raisin Bran or Captain Crunch?”

“Is that an actual question? I’m not all about that sad adult cereal, I’m all for the Captain
Crunch.” Jungkook laughed as he took the box from Jimin and made his way to where Minji was at
the table. He sat down with her and poured cereal into his bowl before holding it up in question of
if she wanted some too. She nodded with a grin, so he poured some into hers as well. He poured the
milk and they started to eat. Jimin remained in the kitchen, making coffee as he watched them. He
could tell that if anyone were to look at him in that moment, he’d have heart eyes and love bubbles
bursting around him. They were beautiful together, Minji and Jungkook. He never thought he’d
find something like this—this easy domesticity and comfort. Someone who loved him and Minji
equally, someone Minji loved and trusted and someone Jimin loved and trusted. Jimin had been
certain he didn’t deserve such happiness, but the more he allowed Jungkook in, the more Jungkook
challenged that belief.

“Did you know that Captain Crunch isn’t really a Captain?” Minji’s voice pulled Jimin
from his reverie. Jungkook looked up from his bowl and Minji continued. “He’s a commander.”

“How do you know that?” He asked.

“Because of the stripes on his sleeve.” Minji said confidently. “Captains have four stripes.
Commanders have three. Look.” She turned the box to Jungkook.

Jungkook swallowed another bite. “But anyone in charge of a ship is a captain regardless
of rank.” He challenged.

Minji’s face scrunched up. “But, he’s not in charge of a ship. He’s in charge of my
breakfast.”

Jungkook’s face broke out into one of the biggest, brightest bunny smiles Jimin had ever
seen on him as he became overcome by raucous laughter. He turned away from his place at the
table, wheezing through his laughter. He turned back to Minji, wiping tears from his eyes as he
tried to regain his composure. “Oh my God, Minnie, you’re too much.” He shook his head and he
tried his best to take another bite of his cereal—his Commander Crunch. He looked at her where
she sat, proud as ever on her argument, and knew he was absolutely irrevocably in love with the
small girl. He looked back to where Jimin remained at the kitchen island nursing his coffee, and
knew he was irrevocably in love with him as well. Jimin met his eyes and mouthed I love you.
Jungkook smiled and mouthed them back.

“Of course she can come with.” Jungkook said as Jimin got ready for work. “She’s
supposed to help me plan anyway. And if she wants to come practice afterwards, I’ll bring her in.”

Jimin stepped out of the bathroom and met Jungkook in a soft chaste kiss. “You’re the
best. Okay, well, I’ll see you later then? Either at the dojang or back here?”

“Indeed.” Jungkook pulled him back by his wrist. He bent down and kissed under his ear
and down his neck. He tightened his hold on Jimin, pressing his hips against his. A breathy sigh
passed Jimin’s lips.

Jimin chuckled as he pulled away. “Really, just the worst.”

“Love you honey!” Jungkook called as Jimin hurried down the stairs.

“Love you too!” He called back up. Jungkook couldn’t will the smile off his face if he
tried. He heard Jimin saying goodbye to Minji. “Doodle-bug, make sure you’re good for Jungkook,
okay?”

“Okay Daddy.”
 It didn’t take long after the sound of the front door closing for Minji to come clomping
excitedly up the stairs and to her dad’s room. “Kookie, are we going to Uncle Jinnie’s house now?”

“Once we clean up your room, yes.”

Minji’s mouth fell open. “Koooookie.”

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t look at me like that. Come on now,
there’s not much to do. It would make your daddy so happy to see that you picked up your room.
And if we do it now, then we don’t have to do it later, right?”

“Right.” She agreed, albite without any enthusiasm. She shuffled to her room and huffed
a long sigh before taking on her task. Jungkook shook his head with a smile dancing on his lips.

Grumpy: Hey Kid, you alive? Feel like you haven’t been home in ages.

TheKid: It’s been a day, Yoongs.

Grumpy: Yeah, well…

TheKid: Awww! Yoongi! You miss me!

Grumpy: I did not say that.

TheKid: But you dooooo. You miss me!

Grumpy: whatever.

Grumpy: Things are okay though? Did you talk things through with Jimin?

TheKid: I’m not going to lie… I was kinda terrified. I’d never really had an actual fight
with a partner. I didn’t know what to expect.

TheKid: But I mean, we each had some shit to get out.

Grumpy: What do you mean? You were mad at him? Why?

TheKid: Oh shit, you’re that far behind huh?

Grumpy: Whose fault is that!?

TheKid: Yeah, yeah, it’s mine. Well, after Minji’s graduation – which was ADORABLE
btw – Jimin’s parents came with us for pizza and in the middle of a *thing* with his dad it comes
out that Jimin ran a damn background check on me… so I mean… I wasn’t exactly okay with that.

Grumpy: …hold on… a lot to process at one time..

Grumpy: So…even after the thing with Jimin’s mom they still showed up at graduation?
(PS sorry I missed it, I expect to see pictures)

TheKid: Yep
 Grumpy: And then they ended up eating with yall?

TheKid: Yep

Grumpy: And Jimin ran a background check on you?

TheKid: Again. Yep.

Grumpy: And you were mad about that?

TheKid: ….well, yeah. Seemed a bit invasive.

Grumpy: And going through his phone wasn’t?

TheKid: I know! I know. We got it all out and in the open. I get why he did it now. And
honestly, I’d do the same for her at this point… so.. I’m sure Jimin’s still at least a little pissed
about me contacting his mom, but I think we’re working through it.

TheKid: I told him I loved him

Grumpy: …you don’t think that was too early?

TheKid: We love each other, Yoongi, why wait? People we love should know we love
them.

TheKid: Like how you love me. You should probably tell me someday.

Grumpy: Have fun waiting.

TheKid: Love you too Yoongs.

TheKid: I may or may not be home tonight. If I am, you should come over – we’ll drink
too much beer and watch a bad action movie.

Grumpy: Sounds like a plan, kid.

“My favorite girl!” Jin called out when Jungkook and Minji entered the house through
the patio door. Sometimes Jungkook wondered why they even bothered having a front door as
literally no one used it.

“Hi Uncle Jinnie!” Minji hurried to him and giggled as he lifted her up into his arms.
“Are you ready to plan your wedding?” She asked seriously, eyes wide and scrutinizing.

“Oh baby, I’ve been ready for years.” He laughed with a boop to her nose.

They all nestled into the living room where Jin already had magazines spread out and a
tablet open to his Pinterest page. “Oh lord.” Jungkook half-groaned, half-laughed.

“Welcome to the party, Best Man.” Namjoon teased from his spot on the couch.

Jungkook took a seat next to him. “Alright, where we at?”

 “Location.” Joon said with a look on his face that told Jungkook that it had been a
discussion for a while.

“What are the options you’ve considered?”

“We’ve debated everything from a backyard ceremony to doing a destination wedding in

Thailand or the Caribbean. Even though it’s not legally recognized here, Joon likes the idea of
Banyan Tree Club and Spa in Seoul but I said that once they figure out it’s a gay wedding, they’d
kick us out.” Jin rambled on, eliciting a small smirk from Joon.

“I just don’t think it’s fair to look at destination wedding. That’s a lot of money to ask our
friends to spend.” Namjoon justified.

Jungkook turned to Jin with a small shrug. “It’s a valid concern.”

“Not really.” Jin huffed. “Jimin is more than well-off, you and Kook have your
inheritances, Jimin would likely pay for Hobi.”

“What is it exactly about the destination route that you like?” Jungkook asked, hoping to
be able to meet that desire more locally if possible.

“I want a scenic wedding, Kook. Sunshine, water, nature…I want to bask in the universe
blessing my marriage to that handsome man next to you.” He shot his fiancé a wink.

Jungkook looked to Minji who just shrugged, which pulled a small laugh from Jungkook.
“Hmm. Well, have you considered Jeju island? It’s still destination-ish. Great beaches, waterfalls,
hiking, spas…I think it could really be great!”

“You know, Kook. I think that’s actually a really great idea.” Jin pondered.

“Clearly I knew what I was doing when I made you Best Man.” Namjoon pulled
Jungkook into a tight side-hug.

“Uncle Jinnie!” Minji gasped. “Look at these pretty flowers!” She held up a magazine, a
page filled with orange, pink, and peach flowers.

“Minnie, baby, that’s exactly what I pictured!” Jin said as he nuzzled into the side of
Minji’s face. “Say…Minji…” he glanced up to Namjoon, who nodded. “Do you think your daddy
would let you be in our wedding?”

Minji gasped as her eyes widened. “In your wedding?” Jin nodded. “But I’m not getting
married, silly, you are!” Her nose scrunched up before giggling at Jin.

“But I need someone as lovely as you to carry down flowers and bring us our rings. Do
you think you could do that for us?”

“Mmhmm, Uncle Jinnie. I could do that.”

“Let’s ask your daddy, okay? I have a feeling he’ll say yes, but we need to double check,
okay?” Namjoon interrupted before the excitement got too high.

“Okay Uncle Joonie.” Minji nodded.

 Jungkook’s mind started to drift with the image of Minji walking down an isle on a
beach, dressed in a flowing dress, spreading flowers in front of her. His heart clenched when he
realized it wasn’t Namjoon and Jin’s wedding she was walking towards in this vivid scene he
painted, it was his and Jimin’s. For fuck’s sake, Kook, get it together you literally just told him last
night you loved him. He scolded himself and scoffed. Ridiculous.

JK: Jin and Joon have a question for you. Can you come by to their place after work?

ColdBrewSweetCream: Of course. I’ll be done by 4.

JK: Good. I miss you.

ColdBrewSweetCream: You’re hopeless lol

ColdBrewSweetCream: But I miss you too

“Ah, I know that look.” Kihyun teased as he stood in the doorway of Jimin’s office.

“What look?” Jimin straightened up and evened his face.

“That was your ‘my boyfriend is so cute and I love him to bits’ look.” Ki laughed. “You
look absolutely dopey when you’re talking to him. It’s actually kind of adorable.” He sat in the
chair opposite from where Jimin sat behind his desk. “I’m happy for you Jimin. It’s about time.”
His lip quirked up. “And you’ve been in a damn good mood lately. You finally getting a little
something something?”

“Get out of my office.” Jimin laughed as his face hastily filled with an embarrassed
blush.

“Must be good!” Kihyun called as he scooted out of Jimin’s office.

Chapter End Notes

I hope y'all recognize how spoiled you are! LOL

XOXOXO Love you!!
 Chapter 23
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Minji was delighted with Jimin’s agreement for her to be Jin and Namjoon’s flower girl. And was
even more delighted when Jin asked Jimin to stand for him at the ceremony. “So I’ll get to see you
all dressed up, hm?” Jungkook teased.

“It’s a beach-ish wedding, right?” Jimin asked and Jin nodded with a smile. Jimin
smirked at Jungkook, “Not sure an outdoor wedding is going to be very formal.” Jungkook shook
his head at Jimin, fighting a laugh. Sassy Jimin was one of his favorite facets of his boyfriend.
 “I still get to wear a dress, right?” Minji asked, worry creeping into her round face.

Jungkook squeezed her tighter in his lap. “Of course you do, Pumpkin. We’ll pick you
out the prettiest of dresses.”

“Getting close to dinner, we should probably head out.” Jimin said as he stood.

“I’m probably gonna head home actually. Yoongi’s been complaining that I haven’t been
home in a while.” Jungkook said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s been like, a day.” Jimin pursed his lips.

“That’s what I said.” Jungkook laughed.

“Why don’t you invite him over some night? We’ll light up the grill, have some beers. I
haven’t spent nearly enough time with him you know. Jin, Joon, you want to come too?” Jungkook
was acutely aware that blending the friend groups was another indicator of the seriousness of their
relationship. Jin and Joon weren’t a concern for him but seeing how ready Jimin was to spend more
time with Yoongi and how excited he was to invite Hobi and Ki as well…that got Jungkook’s heart
racing a bit.

It took a bit of convincing and a fair amount of time to coordinate schedules, but Jimin
and Jungkook finally found a weekend where the stars seemed to align, and everyone managed to
get together. Jimin was delighted to have everyone over – Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi, and
Kihyun and Ki’s girlfriend Mysoo. Minji had been on summer break for a few weeks already and
was in desperate need of a social event so was delighted to entertain their guests with her boundless
energy.

“You know, it’s nice to not be the ones hosting for once.” Namjoon laughed as he
grabbed another beer from Jimin’s fridge.

“You hush your pretty face!” Jin scolded. “I love hosting.” His full lips fell into a pout
and Namjoon was instantly holding his face and kissing the pout away.

“You’re so gross.” Hobi teased as he pinched the back of Namjoon’s neck. “Think of the
children!” he gasped with his hand over his heart.

Namjoon turned and swatted Hobi’s hand. “Jealousy doesn’t suit your sweet face, Hobi.”

“Considering Jimin and Kook, I’m sure she’s seen worse. They honestly can’t keep their
hands to themselves. Ever.” Jin teased.

Hobi turned his attention to where Jimin stood at the grill, Jungkook’s arms at his waist,
chin hooked over his shoulder. Jungkook said something near Jimin’s ear and Jimin’s head dropped
back as laughter rang out of him. He smacked Jungkook, but Jungkook just held on tighter and
littered kisses up and down Jimin’s neck. “You’re right, they’re even more disgusting.” Hobi
laughed.
 Yoongi leaned against the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, taking in the
scene. Jimin sure had an amusing group of friends. Hoseok, as if feeling Yoongi’s gaze, turned to
him. “So you’re Jungkook’s best friend?” It was more a statement than a question.

“He just sort of followed me home one day like a lost puppy.” Yoongi said as he cradled
the actual puppy, Kakuna, in his arms.

“Ah, Jimin was very much the same. Known him since before we were even teenagers.
These punks think they can try and claim ‘best friend’ status with him but they haven’t put in the
time to have such honors.” Hoseok teased motioning to the rest of the gang.

“Jimin calls everyone his best friend.” Kihyun laughed.

“LIES!” Hobi declared with a dramatic flourish. Yoongi’s lip quirked up and Hobi turned
to him in a flash. “So you can smile.”

“It’s been known to happen on occasion.” Yoongi’s lip pulled again as Hobi moved closer
to him. “I wouldn’t get used to it or anything.”

“Yoongi!” Minji called as she skipped in from her art room. “You missed my
graduation.” She huffed. She hadn’t seen him since a few days before the event, as now that she
wasn’t in school Jungkook tended to do her piano lessons in the morning—much to Yoongi and
Minji’s dismay.

Yoongi turned from Hobi and knelt before Minji, lowering Kakuna to the ground. “Ah, I
know. I’m sorry Minji. I heard you got an award too!”

Minji nodded. “Mmhmm, for being into-ential…”

“Influential.” Hobi helped. Yoongi side-eyed him, but with a hint of a possible, maybe-
could-be-the-beginning-of, smile.

“Because I’m nice.” Minji explained.

“The nicest.” Yoongi agreed.

“Yoongi, when can we jam again?” Minji asked as she patted Kakuna.

“Minji, we can jam any time you want. I have a new beat just waiting for you to add
some more lyrics to.” He pulled out his phone and opened his media player. “Remember when we
recorded that song about rain?” Minji nodded, it had been a few weeks back after one of her
lessons, before Jungkook changed the schedule. “Come here and take a listen, I finished mixing it.”
He stood and made his way to the couch, patting the spot next to him. She hopped up and he gave
her one of his Bluetooth earbuds.

Hoseok gaped at him. He wouldn’t have thought that the even faced (one might even call
it a resting bitch face) man would be so delightfully engaged with a small child. But as they
listened to the track they joined together in a private, unique way that was wonderful to observe.
Once they finished and Minji gushed about how much she loved it and how she had to go tell
everyone all about it, Hobi made his way to spot she had just vacated. “So, you do music?”
 Yoongi turned to him, his small eyes lighting up as his lips curled into a smile. Hobi was
stunned at how bright his face became with the small act. “I do.”

“What kind of music?” Hobi asked as he pulled his leg up and under himself.

“Oh, it’s over now.” Jungkook laughed as he caught sight of what was transpiring in the
living room.

“What?” Kihyun asked as he, too, peered into the living room. Yoongi was scrolling
through his phone, playing Hoseok samples of his music.

“Yoongi.” Jungkook said simply. “Asking Yoongi about music is essentially the only way
to get past that disinterested grumpy shell.”

“I’d say.” Jimin laughed. “He’s definitely not looking disinterested now.”

Yoongi bent his head down and chuckled at something Hoseok said before shouldering
into him lightly as Hoseok scooted in a bit more and draped his arm over the back of the couch
behind Yoongi. “What. Was. That?” Jungkook damn near screeched. “Is…are they…flirting?”

“Hey Kook, at least now you don’t need to worry about if Hobi is flirting with Jimin.”
Namjoon laughed. Jungkook’s face scorched at the memory.

“If Hobi…what?” Jimin snorted, the idea so far beyond ridiculous he couldn’t quite grasp
what Namjoon was implying.

Namjoon draped his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder, holding him still while he scowled in
embarrassment. “Remember that first time you saw Kookie at our place?” He asked Jimin.

Jimin’s face turned wistful. “Of course.”

“Well, when Hobi showed up, Jungkook about had a stroke thinking that he was your
boyfriend.”

“I did not.” Jungkook mumbled as he bit the inside of his lip.

Namjoon and Jin both burst into laughter. “Oh you totally did. Especially when he kissed
him. If you could’ve seen your face!”

Jimin watched Jungkook squirming under the teasing. He stepped towards him and
caressed his cheek. “Awww, baby, you were jealous.” His thumb ran over Jungkook’s bottom lip,
coaxing him to meet his gaze. Once he did Jimin smirked, “Did you like me that much?”

Jungkook laughed and swatted his boyfriend away. “Stop.” Jimin continued to tease and
Jungkook reached forward and grasped him by the small of his back, pulling a gasp from Jimin’s
lips as their bodies met. Jungkook leaned down and bit the side of Jimin’s neck before breathing
against his ear, “Behave or I won’t show you how much I like you later.” He pulled back, smirking
as Jimin fought to regain his composure.
 Yoongi and Hoseok remained on the living room couch, lost in their own world for what
seemed like hours. “You know, I’d love to have some original mixes or even full songs for the
productions we do at the studio. Maybe we could discuss that? Over dinner?” He shot Yoongi a
confident wink, trying to cover how nervous he was that Yoongi might turn him down.

Yoongi remained cool, though it would be later debated if he blushed at the invitation. “I
think that could be arranged.”

Hobi requested Yoongi’s number, which he gave without hesitation. “Fantastic. I can’t
wait. I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of taking out someone quite as lovely as you.”

“You don’t get out much, do you?” Yoongi laughed.

Jungkook remained ever watchful over the development. “Yoongi doesn’t smile like that.
Like, ever.”

“Well,” Jimin started as he grabbed the last of what was needed to finish dinner. “Hobi is
like cotton candy personified—sweet, fun, light. He just makes people happy. He’s a contagion of
sorts.” Jimin laughed as he passed by Jungkook, with a small pause for a kiss, before going back to
the grill.

Yoongi and Hobi finally joined the rest of the crew as they set up the spread on the
kitchen island. Hobi would casually touch Yoongi in small ways—a trail of a hand over a waist, a
shoulder nudge, reaching for food at the same time causing a tangle of fingers.

Kihyun laughed and shook his head. “I’m literally the token straight friend, aren’t I?”

“Eh, spaghetti is straight too until you get it hot and wet.” Yoongi shrugged. The rest of
the room fell into uncontrollable laughter. Kihyun shook his head as he too laughed. His girlfriend
shrugged with a small smile that essentially agreed with Yoongi.

“Unbelievable.” Ki laughed.

“You know, Ki, I was straight once too.” Jimin giggled. “You sure you aren’t just
confused? Have you ever tried dating a man? I mean, if you haven’t tried how do you know for
sure you’re straight?”

“That’s seriously how stupid straight people sound, isn’t it?” Mysoo giggled.

“It’s astounding, really.” Jin confirmed.

Minji stood between Jimin and Jungkook with a juice box. “Dad, I need help.”

“Here baby.” Jimin said as he motioned for her juice box.

“No. Not Daddy. Dad.” Minji said firmly as she held up her juice box.

Jimin snapped his gaze to Jungkook who widened his eyes in surprise before turning his
gaze towards Minji. He took the box from her, punched the straw through the foil and handed it
back. “There you go Pumpkin.”

“Thanks Dad.” She scooted off to continue coloring next to Kakuna in her art room.
Jungkook watched her, an easy, affectionate smile on his face. The room seemed oddly silent and
he turned his attention back to their friends. Essentially everyone stood a bit awkwardly, not quite
sure who would say something first.

“So, uh…” Kihyun ventured as he scratched the back of his head.

“That’s a…thing.” Jin offered. “Like, a big thing.”

“It’s only a thing if you make it a thing.” Jimin said hurriedly. He made Minji a quick
plate and brought it to the table. His own chest was tightening, and he struggled to pull in a full
breath. It was one thing for Minji to say it in passing to a classmate, it was entirely different to refer
to Jungkook as ‘dad’ in day to day life. He called Minji to the table and settled her in before
returning to make his own plate, though the twisting of his stomach was making the idea of food a
bit difficult. “I’ll be right back.” He said lightly to Hobi before hurrying upstairs.

When he didn’t come ‘right back’ Hoseok turned to Jungkook at the table. “You, um,
might want to go check on Jimin.”

Jungkook nodded and excused himself from the table before heading upstairs. “Jimin?”
He called lightly as he pushed open the bedroom door. Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, deep in
thought. “Hey, baby, you coming down?”

“Kook.” Jimin sighed. “I, uh, I’m kinda, I’m a little freaked out? I think?”

Jungkook crawled onto the bed and nestled his legs on either side of Jimin, wrapping his
arms around his waist. “Want to talk about it?” He asked, his chin resting on Jimin’s shoulder.

“Everything’s happened so fast.” Jimin laced his fingers together, one hand squeezing
and pulling the fingers of his other hand. “And I was doing okay, you know? I know I love you, and
you love me.” Jungkook nodded. Jimin’s breathing got shallower. “I just…hearing her say it.” His
body started to tremble within Jungkook’s hold.

“Do you not want her to? She doesn’t have to, Jimin. I’m fine just being Kookie.”

Jimin released a short sound of understanding. “I know you are. You’re always so…good
Jungkook. So patient and understanding.”

Jungkook leaned to the side and caught Jimin’s gaze. “Do you not want her to call me
dad?”

Jimin’s eyes welled up as he shook his head. “I do, Kook, that’s why I’m freaking out.”

Jungkook hastily moved and Jimin’s heart sank until Jungkook knelt before him. He
grasped Jimin’s hands in his and met his gaze earnestly. “I’m in, Jimin. Absolutely, without a
doubt, one hundred percent in. I’m not running away, I’m not bailing, I want this, Jimin. All of it.
And the reality of what that means doesn’t make me feel locked up, okay?”

I’m not Yungmi. Was the message being sent, clear as day to Jimin and he nodded.
 “I think we let her call me whatever it is she wants to call me, yeah?” Jimin nodded
again. “Maybe she was just trying it out and will decide that it was weird and that I’ll always just
be her Kookie. We don’t know. But we need to give her space to figure it out.”

Jimin traced his fingers over the side of Jungkook’s face. “How are you so good at this
parenting thing already?”

“You’re a great teacher.”

Jimin stretched out on the cool wood floor of Hobi’s studio room five. Hobi hooked up
his phone and selected a track, the sound quickly filling the space. “Ooh, this is nice.” Jimin said as
he started to bounce with the groove of the song.

“Yoon just sent it to me.” Hoseok said off-handedly. Jimin knew better. He was purposely
trolling for Jimin to ask about Yoongi. They’d been ‘hanging out’ casually for a bit now. Hobi
always said it was to discuss music, but Jungkook couldn’t stop talking about how happy Yoongi
was as of late. “It’s that damn happy contagion you spoke of. Hobi has infected my Grumpy Yoongi,
Jimin.”

“Yeah? That’s cool.” Jimin said, testing how long Hobi could contain himself.

“He’s got a great ear, huh?”

Jimin twisted his back and raised his arms over his head. “Sure does. He and Kook do a
lot of work together. I really like his sound.”

Hoseok broke into a large smile. “Jimin.” He leaned in, almost as if they were trying to
have a kind of covert meeting. “I think I really like him.”

Jimin leaned back and placed his hand over his chest with a gasp. “No! I didn’t see this
coming at all. Not like you haven’t been dating him for the past two weeks.”

Hoseok paused. “We haven’t been dating.”

Jimin looked at him, his brow quirked. “Are you sure? Because, I mean, I know I’m new-
ish to the whole dating and relationships world. But pretty sure that four dinners together a week
and hanging out at each other’s places with an over-abundance of skin-ship – including kissing!—
constitutes dating.”

“Well, I mean….when you put it like that.” Hobi broke into a round of laughter.

“I’m glad, Hobi. I think Yoongi is great. A bit, um, abrasive at times, but great.”

“That’s part of his charm, Chim.”

Jimin laughed. “Clearly.”

They finished stretching out, changed the track to one of Yoongi’s more aggressive pieces
to freestyle to, and got to work. Jimin loved freestyling with Hobi. He encouraged Jimin to let go a
 bit more, not worry so much about form and position—to just feel the music, use it to process. He
found his mind was always a bit clearer afterwards. After he let his emotions seep out of him
through movement—a safe expression when words failed him.

Jimin hunched over and gulped air into his burning lungs. His shirt was drenched, and his
eyes stung from the sweat running into them. “Nice work, Chim.” Hobi panted next to him.

“Thanks.” Jimin eased down onto the floor and spread out like a starfish. “Hey Hobi?”

“Yeah?” He answered as he too laid out on the floor, staring up at the slowly spinning
ceiling fans above them.

Jimin chewed his bottom lip for a moment before he released a long breath. “How soon
do you think is too soon to ask your partner to move in with you?”

Hobi snapped his gaze from the fans to his best friend. He sat up quickly and gaped at
Jimin. “Are…are you serious?” Jimin turned to him, his face held a mix of anxiety and excitement.
Pretty fitting for the situation Hoseok thought. Jimin gave a small nod, and Hoseok gave a long
sigh. “I don’t think there’s any set amount of time for something like that, you know? If it feels
right, then ask him.”

“I’m going to ask Minnie first.”

Hoseok smiled at his best friend—who has always put others before himself. Selfless to a
fault, no matter what Yungmi has branded into his mind with that God-awful letter. Jimin would
always sacrifice himself for those he loved. “Of course you are. But don’t worry, I can’t even
entertain the idea that she might say no.”

Chapter End Notes

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 Chapter 24
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“Why does Dad even have to go home?” Minji pouted after they said goodbye to Jungkook at the
door.

Jimin paused, knowing this was exactly the opening he had been waiting for to bring the
topic up. He’d sat on the idea for a few days, even though he’d been mulling over the idea for
weeks before talking to Hoseok about it. He knew once he broached the subject with Minji there
would be no going back. He had to be positive this was what he wanted. That this was what would
be best for his family. It would be one of the biggest steps they could possibly take at this time.
Jungkook had adjusted quite well to becoming Minji’s dad. He downright beamed whenever she’d
call him it. The first few times he even had to excuse himself to will the tears away. Minji had
always been quite intuitive and Jimin learned to trust her. If she determined that Jungkook was her
dad, he was open to it. (*)

Jimin pulled Minji’s hand and then lifted her into his arms. “Hey Doodle-bug?”

“Yes Daddy?”

He gazed at her face, round and bright, her eyes intense as she watched him, almost as
though she knew that what was about to come was serious. His lip pulled up, but he felt his heart
pound anxiously against his chest. He walked them to the living room and sat on the couch,
keeping her in his arms. “I was thinking about asking Kookie something. But I wanted to make sure
it was okay with you first.”

“Okay.”

Jimin chewed the side of his finger and Minji patted the top of his head. He quirked his
lip at her, appreciative of her intuition regarding his anxiety. “How would you, uh, feel about
asking Kookie to move in? With us. Here.”

Minji’s eyes widened. “And Kuna too?”

Jimin smiled brightly. “And Kakuna too. Would that be okay? Should we ask him?”

Jimin wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Minji quite so excited. Maybe the first time she met
Kakuna, or that one time Jungkook helped her feed a giraffe at the zoo, possibly when they picked
out her flower girl dress. Jimin chuckled lightly when he realized that a lot of her most delighted
moments somehow involved Jungkook. She nodded and clasped her small hands together. “Now?”

Jimin laughed. “Probably not right now. I’ll talk to him, I promise.”

Getting the courage to talk to Jungkook was more daunting than talking to Minji. It was
always at the tip of his tongue—when he stopped in to Common Ground for coffee, when
Jungkook met him for lunch, when they had dinner together, when they took Kakuna for her walks,
when they snuggled up on the couch to binge watch Queer Eye and laugh at their own inabilities to
fit the queer stereotypes. “Actually Baby, you at least fit the fashion and interior design
stereotypes.”

He was most drawn to ask as they tangled themselves together in bed. Between sweet,
chaste kisses or pants of pleasure, the words were always right there. Jimin always chickened out.
Even after taking note that Jungkook had woven his presence into Jimin’s home so completely
already; with a section of his closet filled with Jungkook’s clothes (he never seemed to take his
clothes back with him when he went home), two of Jungkook’s favorite pairs of shoes by the door,
a toothbrush and razor in his bathroom, his blank sheet music on an end table in the living room, a
dog bed for Kakuna placed by the end of the couch in the living room…even after noting all the
ways Jungkook already seemed to live there, Jimin couldn’t quite ask.
 “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so anxious about anything.” Kihyun said as they spent
their morning deep cleaning the dojang for an upcoming open house. “Seriously. Not even when
you decided to purchase the dojang.”

“I just,” Jimin sighed deeply. “I don’t want to scare him away. We’ve only been officially,
exclusively together since May 8th—”

“And you’ve been in love since March.” As Jimin opened his mouth Kihyun cut him off.
“Don’t even try to deny it. Yeah, it took you guys some time to figure shit out, but you were perfect
for each other right out the gate, you know? You’re always so worried about following some sort of
magical script. There is no script for this, Jimin. You need to trust yourself.”

“Even if we go back to March, when you know, feelings started coming in…it’s still only
four and a half months. That’s so fast. Not even half a year. Who does something so serious so
quickly? It’s irresponsible.”

“Sometimes you just know.” Ki said with a shrug. “Stop trying to talk yourself out of
this, Jimin. You deserve to be able to have your man with you, sharing your home. Minji calls him
Dad for fuck’s sake…once again, you’re the last one to get on board.”

“We’re so busy getting ready for Jin and Namjoon’s wedding…” Jimin tried again to find
any excuse to delay.

“Jimin, what are you really afraid of?” Kihyun turned away from where he’d been wiping
down the mirrors. “It’s not that it’s been too soon. I know it isn’t.”

Jimin slowly hung the sword back up that he’d been wiping down. “I’m afraid he’ll say
yes.” Jimin whispered.

“Jimin seems a bit…off lately.” Jungkook said as he and Namjoon headed out to meet
with a LGBT friendly officiant about the wedding.

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain. He just seems in his head a lot? But every time I ask him about it he
assures me it’s nothing. Like, usually if he’s in his head and I ask what’s going on it might take him
a bit but he usually opens up. But with this, something is different.” Jungkook bit the inside of his
cheek. “Do you think he’s breaking up with me?”

Namjoon chuckled. “Oh Kook, you’re so dramatic. I do not think he’s breaking up with
you.”

“How do you know for sure though? I mean, on one hand he’s the same as ever—cuddly,
affectionate, funny, and supportive…but on the other hand sometimes he’s a bit jumpy, anxious—I
know he’s anxious because he’s doing that thing you know, with his fingers where he’s either
pulling on them or chewing on them—distracted, a touch distant. I just don’t know what to make of
all of it.” He stroked and pulled at the bottom of his jaw. “I’m worried.”

“And you’ve tried talking to him?”

 “Of course! He just kisses me and strokes my head telling me not to worry.” Jungkook’s
lip jutted out. “It just makes me worry more.”

“You gotta learn to trust your man, Kook.” Namjoon patted his shoulder.

Jungkook eyed him. “You’d tell me if you knew something bad was coming, wouldn’t
you?”

Joon laughed. “I am not running interference in your relationship. Good or bad.”

“I can’t believe we’re only three weeks out from the wedding.” Jin gushed as he and Jimin waited
for Minji to have her final fitting for her dress. It was stressful, figuring out how long to wait to get
her dress altered as she was constantly growing, but the tailor had assured that three weeks would
be just fine.

“You waited a long time for this, Jin. I’m so happy for you.”

“Daddy!” Minji called. “Zipper!”

“Coming Minnie!” Jimin hurried into the changing room and zipped his baby girl up. He
looked at her through the mirror and was overcome. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever
seen. “Let’s go show Uncle Jinnie, okay?” Minji nodded and followed Jimin.

“I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle it, Jin.” Jimin said as he stepped aside.

Minji stood in front of Jin and Jimin, her tea-length blush colored dress fit perfectly. Jin
gasped and raised his hand to his mouth. Minji’s grabbed the sides of her lace and chiffon dress and
spun around for them. Her adorable lace cap sleeves were shortened and fit snugly, no longer
slipping down. “Oh my goodness,” Jin breathed. “It’s absolutely perfect.” Jin looked over and
Jimin’s eyes had welled up and he shook his head with his hand over his mouth.

“Daddy?” Minji’s gaze turned worried as she hurried to him.

Jimin knelt before her and pulled her into a tight hug. “You’re so so beautiful, Minji.”

“Daddy don’t cry.” She murmured as she reached up and wiped tears from his cheeks.

“Don’t worry baby, happy tears.” He kissed her forehead and brushed her hair away from
her face. “You’re going to be the most beautiful girl to grace that island.”

“You think Dad is gonna think so too?” Minji asked.

Jimin choked on another sob as he nodded. “Absolutely, baby. Dad’s gonna cry just like
Daddy is now.” He stood back up and turned her back towards the dressing room. “Alright baby,
slip out of that and we’ll get going.”

As the changing room door gently closed Jin turned to Jimin. “How you doing with all of
that?”
 Jimin fidgeted with his hands. “It’s good. Kookie’s taking it all in stride, loves every bit
of it I’m sure.” He chuckled lightly. “Minnie called him that in front of my mom when we met at
the park last week. You should have seen her face. It was different than at graduation, you know?
Her calling for him with the name Dad about unraveled my mother.”

Jin patted Jimin’s leg. “How are things with your dad?” Chanri had been actively
working on getting to know Jungkook, desperate not to lose her relationship with Minji. She was
slowly accepting that Jungkook was likely going to be a pretty permanent fixture in Jimin and
Minji’s lives. She allowed herself to laugh at his jokes and engage with him in conversations about
photography when she’d find herself curious about how often he was documenting their lives.
Jimin was extra surprised to find them comparing recipes for Yakgwa. So she was trying…

“He’s still a stubborn, homophobic jackass.” Jimin snorted. “But at least I still have my
job. I’m sure my mom has a lot to do with that.”

Jin nodded in understanding. “It can be hard when your family is divided like that.”

Jimin frowned at him. “They’re still not coming, hm?”

“It’s fine.” Jin shrugged. “At least my sister is coming. And besides, my true family will
be there with us.”

Minji approached Jin with her dress in hand. “Daddy says all you need for a family is
endless love.”

Jin’s face contorted into a pained kind of adoration. “Oh sweetie, he’s absolutely right.”

“That’s why we’re gonna ask our Kookie to move in with us.” Minji was shockingly
nonchalant about it, but Jin’s mouth fell open as he turned to Jimin.

“Oh, you are?” He directed the question to Jimin.

“I’ve been trying to find the courage to ask.” Jimin mumbled quietly.

“Yep!” Minji answered, not hearing Jimin’s response. “And then I’ll have a puppy!” she
bounced up and down and Jin smiled brightly.

Jimin and Jin ushered Minji out of the shop, dress safely zipped up in a plastic garment
bag and towards a small ice cream parlor. Jin kept his voice low as he turned to Jimin. “I imagine
you’ve thought about this a lot.”

“I feel like I’ve been thinking about it forever. I keep trying to tell myself it’s too soon,
but…”

“It just feels right?” Jin offered. Jimin nodded. “Did I ever tell you about mine and Joon’s
first apartment?” Jimin shook his head. “I met Namjoon in our sophomore year philosophy course.
Oh, my heart fluttered when he walked in with his thick framed black glasses and those dimples. I
motioned him over to sit next to me. We grabbed coffee afterwards, my mind playing out the rest of
our lives as he told me about his plans to work in the field of clean energy because I was certain,
after three and a half hours that he would be the man I would marry.” Jin smiled wistfully and Jimin
chuckled. “Joon and I went out on sixteen dates before he we found an apartment to share. We’d
only been dating a month and a half.” He raised his eyebrows. “And now look at us! Getting
married five years later.” They walked into the ice cream parlor, the small bell announcing their
arrival.

“Go choose your flavor, Doodle-bug.” Jimin encouraged.

Jin grabbed his upper arm. “So what I’m saying is…trust your gut, Jimin. If it feels right,
it is right. I can’t imagine how my life would be different if I would have talked myself out of
asking him to coffee, or asking him to move in together. It’s time for you to move on from the
punishment you’ve been inflicting upon yourself. It’s time for you to be happy, Chim.”

ColdBrewSweetCream: Hey Kookie, we just finished up with Jin, we’re heading home
now.

JK: Perfect.

JK: We finished a bit ago.

ColdBrewSweetCream: You coming over?

JK: Where else would I go? 😊

ColdBrewSweetCream: Yoongi isn’t guilt-tripping you into staying home this weekend?

JK: Nah, he’s been too distracted by Hobi

ColdBrewSweetCream: Hmm, should’ve introduced them sooner

JK: I’ll grab dinner for us on my way

ColdBrewSweetCream: Thanks baby

Jimin had essentially forty minutes to convince himself that tonight would be the night
that he’d talk to Jungkook about moving in. He found himself cleaning and recleaning the kitchen
as he tried to ease his anxiety. He debated the best way to go about it—did he ask right away when
he gets there, or maybe after dinner, should he ask in front of Minji or privately? He was slightly
concerned that Minji might slip up, considering how easily she told Jin of their plans.

“Hey Minnie?” He called from the kitchen.

Minji ran in from her art room, her socked feet softening the sounds of her footsteps, but
her energy was still palpable. “Daddy.”

Jimin picked her up and placed her on the kitchen island. “Listen, I know you’ve been
quite excited about asking Kookie to move in, and I’m excited too. But I need you to promise me
not to say anything to him, okay? Daddy needs to talk to him first.”
 Minji nodded. “Promise.” She smiled at Jimin and placed her hands to his cheeks. “Dad’s
gonna say yes, you know.”

Jimin’s heart clenched as he fought a watery smile. “Oh goodness, baby, I hope so.” He
pulled her into a hug just as a soft knock sounded. He wiped under his eyes, “Do I look okay?”

“Perfect, daddy.” He kissed the top of her head before lowering her to the floor and
making his way to the door.

“Hey honey.” Jungkook greeted as the door opened. “Hey, wait. Babe, are you okay?”
Jungkook took in Jimin’s glassy eyes and his stomach dropped. Why would he be crying?

Jimin smiled and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m fine, Kook.” He leaned forward and
pulled Jungkook in, placing a solid kiss to the side of his mouth before grabbing the to-go bags
from his hands. “Chicken wings? You know us so well.”

“Dad!!” Minji called as she ran to him. Jungkook bent down and swooped her up into his
arms. He flung her up, so that her stomach rested on his shoulder, arms and legs outstretched but
with Kook’s strong arm wrapped around her waist. Minji giggled madly.

“Hey baby girl. I hear you got to pick up your dress.” She giggled and nodded. “Do I get
to see it before the wedding?”

“Nope!” she giggled some more. “It’s a surprise.”

“But Daddy got to see it!” He pouted dramatically.

“Daddy bought it.” Jimin interjected with a laugh.

“S’not a long wait, Dad.”

“Ah, you’re right.” He said as he plopped Minji onto one of the kitchen stools. “That
wedding snuck up on us so quick. So glad that the resort we found is going to do pretty much
everything—food, drinks, music…who would have thought we’d find a gay friendly wedding
venue?” He reached into one of the boxes and snagged a carrot stick. He took a bite and munched.
“We’ll have to keep that in mind.”

Jimin snapped his gaze to him but Jungkook only grinned and winked at him. Jimin
swallowed thickly, willing his hands to stop sweating. After dinner and a round of the game Sorry!
Jimin was helping Minji get ready for bed. “Daddy,” Minji whispered. “let me know right away
what Dad says, okay?” Her face turned stern and her lips pulled into an angry pout.

Jimin chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Of course, Baby. Promise.”

A soft knock at the side of Minji’s door pulled their attention away. “Hey Baby. Kakuna’s
all ready for bed.” He rocked Kakuna in his arms as he made his way into Minji’s room. He put
Kakuna on Minji’s bed and she happily curled up against Minji’s side. Minji dropped her hand and
rubbed between Kakuna’s ears, her face settled in a content smile. Jungkook sat next to her and
leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight Baby.” He turned his head and kissed her
cheek as well. “I love you, so so much.”
 “Love you too, Dad.” Her arms were latched tightly around his neck and Jungkook
sighed deeply, overcome with how perfect everything felt. “Pancakes in the morning?”

Jungkook laughed as he pulled out of her hug. “We can definitely have pancakes in the
morning.” He stood up and went to leave. He paused at the door, watching as Minji snuggled
further into bed, rolling on her side and holding Kakuna closely to her chest.

“Kook,” Jimin motioned him out of her room. Jungkook noticed he was doing that thing
with his hands again, stroking and rubbing his fingers without even realizing. “I, um, I need to talk
to you.” Jungkook’s heart dropped. “Will you come sit with me outside?”

Jungkook nodded and stepped away from Minji’s door. Jimin extended his hand and their
fingers locked effortlessly together. Jimin led their way down the stairs an onto the large wrap
porch at the front of the house. They settled on the swing on the far end, Jungkook setting an easy
rocking pace. Jimin pulled his leg up and under him and he turned towards Jungkook.

Jimin gazed at him for a bit, the setting sun casting warm highlights across his skin,
accenting his strong jaw and bright eyes. He reached out and let his fingertips dance along
Jungkook’s forehead before running his hand through his hair. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Jungkook turned to him, his happy bunny smile on display. “You’re one to talk.”

“I don’t know what I ever did in life to deserve someone like you.” Jimin said softly. “All
of this has been so…overwhelming for me. I didn’t know it could ever be possible to feel the way I
feel about you. Or to have you feel for me—and Minji—the way you do. You’re amazing, Kookie.
Everything I could have ever asked for.” Jimin paused and looked down at where Jungkook’s feet
had stopped rocking them. “But I’m selfish, Kookie.” He said softly. “And I have another thing to
ask for.”

“Anything.” Jungkook whispered as he lifted Jimin’s face to his.

“Would you consider moving in with me and Minnie?” He looked away, swallowed then
jumped into a jumbled ramble. “Don’t feel like you have to. It was just, something I had been
thinking about. I mean, I don’t even know if you’re locked into a lease or if you would prefer to
keep your own—”

“When?”

“Hmm?”

“When should I move in?” Jungkook’s face was even, not even the slightest indication of
unease or panic, or annoyance.

“Whenever you want.” Jimin whispered. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay.” Jungkook nodded, but then held Jimin’s hands tightly in his own. “Only if you’re
sure.”

Jimin met Jungkook’s gaze, brave and confident because as terrifying as this all was, he
knew he was sure. “I’m sure, Kookie. I’m absolutely certain.”
 Jungkook released his hands and held his face as he leaned forward. “I love you so
much.” He whispered before slotting his lips against Jimin’s, pulling a soft squeak from him. “So
fucking much.” He breathed against him.

“Kookie.” Jimin sighed. “God, you make me so happy.” He kissed him over and over. “I
love you.” He chuckled softly against Jungkook’s lips. “Minji’s going to be ecstatic.”

“Did she know?”

“I asked her first.” Jimin said as he pulled back and ran his hands through Jungkook’s
hair, relishing in the softness of his locks.

Jungkook, struck again by Jimin’s undying, selfless love for Minji and his impressive
parenting, smiled through a small laugh. “Of course you did.” He kissed the tip of Jimin’s nose.
“I’m so glad she was on board with the idea.”

Jimin shrugged. “It made sense to her. Why should her Dad live somewhere else?”

Jungkook sighed as he pulled Jimin against his chest. “God, I love that.” His voice
cracked as he fought his tears, “I love it so much, you know, being Dad.”

“I know you do, honey. I know.” Jimin held Jungkook's shirt tightly in his hands. "And
you're so good, being Dad."

“Thank you.” Jungkook whispered. “For letting me love you both.”

Chapter End Notes

(*)
quick story time: So when my daughter was 3 years old I started dating the man who is now
my spouse. About two months into our serious dating/courting (it was long-distance as he was
stationed in CA and I lived in the Midwest) with phone calls, skype dates etc my daughter full
on informed me, "Hey mom?" "Yeah baby?" "Kevin's gonna be my dad." "...well, alright
then." ...we learn to trust our littles and their intuition. I was extra set on listening to her as she
had told me when she was two that she watched me from the sky and picked me to be her
mom. So I mean...
 Chapter 25
Chapter Notes

I swear I'll get to responding to all your beautiful comments as soon as I can! I just figured
you'd all prefer a new chapter rather than comment responses hahaha!

Thank you for your patience with this update - I've been at an intense work training and have
had very little time to write. Hopefully we'll get back to a decent update schedule early next
week.
Minji was quick to voice her frustration that Jimin did not let her know the moment Jungkook
answered the request that he move in with them. “Daddy, I told you to let me know right away.”
Her gaze was fierce and pout full. Jungkook chuckled as he kissed the top of her head at the kitchen
table.

“Oh sweetie, you were so soundly asleep. We didn’t want to wake you.”

“So you’re really gonna do it, Dad? You’re gonna move in?”

“I’ll need to figure some stuff out, what to do with the apartment, and where to find time
to pack while we get ready for this wedding. But yeah, Baby, I’m gonna move in.”

“So, uh, Jimin asked me to move in.” Jungkook was shuffling papers and books around,
debating on what to keep and what to throw as he started to think about packing.

“Oh?” Yoongi said as he played a melody over and over at Jungkook’s piano. “And?”

“And I’m moving in.” Yoongi stopped playing and turned around on the bench.

“I suppose that makes sense. I mean, since you’re always there anyway.” He shrugged.
“It’s a big step.”

“It’s the right step, Yoon. He’d been so anxious lately, pretty sure that was why. But I’d
be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it myself, you know?”

Yoongi stayed quiet for a long moment. “Kook, when are you going to tell your parents
about Jimin and Minji?”

Jungkook paused all movements and sighed. He sat down in Jimin’s corner chair and
licked his lips before biting his lower one. “Jimin will be the first partner I’ve ever introduced them
to. They knew about other ones, but they were never too serious, so I never felt the need to
introduce them. I guess, I just, I want Jimin to have a great experience meeting them. You know,
since his parents suck so much.” Yoongi nodded. “I worry though. About Minji. How they’re going
to react to her. Hm, I suppose maybe I should talk to them first then set up the whole meet the
parents thing.”

“I think that’s a solid plan.”

Jungkook nodded then looked up with a mischievous glint in his eye. “And how are
things with Hobi?”

Yoongi scowled at first, but then a light overtook his face and his features softened into a
smile. “They’re…good.” Jungkook raised his brow. “Really good.” Yoongi chuckled deeply. “He
exhausts me sometimes though, he seems to have boundless energy. Hard to get him to just settle
and snuggle on the couch with me sometimes.”
 “You…snuggle?” Jungkook’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Snuggle?” Yoongi
narrowed his eyes at him. “Oh my God, you are such a damn softie!”

Yoongi grabbed a nearby dog toy and chucked it at Jungkook. “This is why I don’t tell
you anything.”

“Aw, come on Yoongi! I think it’s adorable! It’s about time someone soften up your
edges. And Hoseok is a great guy. Jimin and I would love to have you both over as often as
possible. You know, since you won’t be able to just walk down the hall when you need a Jungkook
fix.”

Yoongi pursed his lips. “That’s going to take some getting used to. But I’m happy for you
Kook, I really am.”

Jungkook’s move into Jimin’s house happened slowly, bit by bit. Jungkook, and Kakuna,
stayed there every night but his belongings transferred from one location to the other randomly.
“So, seeing as your furniture is much nicer than mine, I figured we could donate my stuff?”
Jungkook said as he looked around his apartment with Jimin. “I mean, aside from the piano. That’s
definitely coming. Oh! And your comfy chair.”

Jimin looked around at Jungkook’s quickly thinning apartment and smiled. He sauntered
up to Jungkook and fisted his hands into his shirt. “I’m so glad you said yes.” He lifted to his toes
and kissed Jungkook softly. “But…” Jungkook hummed against his lips. “We never christened your
bed.” He kissed him again. “Or your couch.” A nibble to the side of his neck. “Or the kitchen
counter.”

Jungkook’s laughter rumbled against him. “Good lord, someone’s feeling spunky.” Jimin
hummed against his neck and Jungkook ran his hands down Jimin’s sides before he grasped under
Jimin’s ass and hoisted him up. Jimin gasped and locked his legs around Jungkook. Jimin lowered
his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and placed open mouth kisses all along it. “Where to
first, Baby?”

“Kitchen.” Jimin breathed under his ear.

Jungkook effortlessly carried Jimin to the kitchen, the show of strength quickening
Jimin’s heart rate. He hiked him up and then lowered him onto the counter. He pulled back and
quirked his eyebrow when Jimin tightened his legs around him, pulling him forward. Jimin kept his
eyes on Jungkook as he reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it behind
Jungkook to the floor. Jungkook swallowed thickly as Jimin then reached for Jungkook’s shirt.
Jungkook pulled it off and then dove in to meet Jimin’s lips with his. “God, you really are the most
beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Jungkook mumbled against his lips.

“You already have me Kookie, no need for flattery.” Jimin teased as he threw his head
back to grant Jungkook more access to his neck.

Jungkook nipped his neck. “I’m not trying to flatter you. You really are,” a light kiss, “so
beautiful.”
 Jimin leaned back on his hands. “Touch me, Kook.”

Jungkook grasped Jimin’s hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the countertop. He
leaned forward and kissed Jimin’s abs as he undid his pants. Jimin lifted his ass to allow Jungkook
to pull his pants off. He spread Jimin’s thighs and kissed the inside of each of them before
removing Jimin’s boxer briefs. Jimin drew in a long breath as Jungkook palmed him. It didn’t take
long before Jimin rolled his head back and started gasping lightly. Jungkook kissed Jimin’s torso
before finally wrapping his hand around his quickly hardening dick. He was deliberate in each
stroke and twist over Jimin, pulling beautiful sounds from his lips. “I love how you touch me.”
Jimin sighed.

“That’s good, because I love touching you.” Jungkook teased as he lifted his face to kiss
up Jimin’s chest, along his neck and to his lips. He placed the hand that wasn’t occupied with his
erection to the small of Jimin’s back and pulled him towards him. Their lips remained locked,
pressing against each other, teasing with small bites, and savoring the taste of each other. Jimin
moaned happily into Jungkook’s mouth, knowing he could kiss the young man for the rest of his
life and never tire of it.

Suddenly Jimin pulled away as he broke into a fit of giggles. “What’s so funny?”
Jungkook pouted.

Jimin brought his hand to his mouth, trying to contain his laughter. His eyes were
squinted so tightly they essentially disappeared due to how full his smile was, and Jungkook’s heart
swelled with adoration. “I just…” He fought his giggles, “I’ve never, um, been buck ass naked on a
kitchen counter. It’s just a little weird. I mean, I would make some comment about how we need to
then cook here…but…”

“We’re only cooking at your place. It’s okay if we defile this one.” Jungkook laughed
before diving back down for Jimin’s lips and working his hand more deliberately on his dick.
Jimin’s laughter died on his lips as he sucked in a quick breath and wrapped a hand around the back
of Jungkook’s neck as his back arched towards him.

It didn’t take long before Jimin’s sweaty back was pressed to the cool countertop as he
threw his head back, chanting Jungkook’s name. His legs draped over Jungkook’s arms as
Jungkook’s mouth worked him towards his climax, two fingers slick with lube slowly pumping into
him. Jimin babbled as he chased his peak, his abs tightening, and thighs flexed. Jungkook suddenly
pulled off, causing Jimin to cry out in frustration. “What—why—shit, Kook what are you doing!?”

“Didn’t you want to christen other areas of my apartment?” Jungkook teased.

Jimin narrowed his gaze on him as his chest heaved. “A-are you serious right now?”
Jungkook’s lip quirked up. “I don’t give a shit where you take me, Jungkook, just finish me.”

“Ooh, I see someone doesn’t like to be denied an orgasm.”

“Kookie.” Jimin whined, pushing his ass against Jungkook’s fingers still inside him.
“Please, Kookie.”

“Alright, baby. Okay.” Jungkook quickly gave in, not having it in him to deny the man he
loved pretty much anything he asked for. He kissed him softly before lowering his mouth back to
Jimin’s full, red, weeping dick. Jimin thrashed and groaned in relief when Jungkook’s mouth
enveloped him. A few well-timed swallows with Jimin pressed to the back of Jungkook’s throat
paired with the rhythmic strokes against Jimin’s prostate brought Jimin to a screaming climax only
moments later.

“Holy fuck,” Jimin gasped. “Ohmygod I love you, holy shit.”

Jungkook pulled away from Jimin’s groin and slipped his fingers out of him. “You’re
really getting the hang of this being pleased by a man thing.” He teased.

Jimin laughed, “You make it easy.” Jimin remained laid back, trying to calm his panting.
As he felt his heart settle and breathing slowed, he pulled up and rested on his elbows. He gazed
down Jungkook’s bare chest, still flushed and slightly glistening with sweat. “Mmm, you?”

“I’m good, baby. Later, okay?”

Jimin smiled lightly. “You spoil me.”

Jungkook leaned into him, kissing up his neck, he lingered just under his ear before
whispering, “You deserve it. I’m going to spoil you for as long as you let me, Jimin.” He lifted his
face to meet Jimin’s eyes. “I love you.”

Jimin’s eyes softened and glistened lightly as Jimin sat up further and ran his hands down
the sides of Jungkook’s face. “I love you.”

Jimin arranged a moving team to get the last of Jungkook’s belongings that weren’t easily
transported via public transport or Jimin’s car. Minji was beside herself to watch the piano being
brought in. “Now we can practice and jam anytime we want!”

Jungkook hesitated a lot as he unpacked, unsure about invading Jimin’s space or ruining
whatever feng shui he had developed in the home. He wanted to hang pictures of his family and
Kakuna but wasn’t sure if he was allowed. He stood in the living room looking at all the pictures
Jimin had hung. “Hey honey, you okay?”

Jungkook turned to him with a hesitant smile. “Yeah. I, um, I was just thinking…”

Jimin quirked his head and then nodded in understanding. “You want your pictures up.”

“Well, I mean, we don’t—”

Jimin reached for Jungkook’s hand and pulled him to face Jimin. “Kook, this is your
home too now. You’re not just hanging out or visiting for a while. This is yours. Let’s arrange them
together, yeah?” Jungkook smiled as he squeezed Jimin’s hand with a nod. “Okay. Go get them.”

Jungkook leaned in for a small kiss before running up the stairs to gather his most
cherished pictures. They spent the rest of the early morning rearranging their living room walls to
include Jungkook’s favorite memories. They nestled in on the couch afterwards admiring their
work. “I love your presence woven through here, you know.”

“Me too.”
 Jimin chewed the side of this thumb for a moment. “Does—does it bother you to still
have pictures of Yungmi up?”

Jungkook squeezed him tighter before pulling back and turning to him. His face was
scrunched up a bit as he shook his head lightly. “No. Yungmi was a huge part of your life, Jimin.
And she brought Minji into this world with you. I think I’ll always be thankful for that. I hate how
much she hurt you, and Minji, in the end. But we can’t just erase her, you know?”

Jimin nodded with a small “Thank you.” He snuggled back into Jungkook’s embrace as
he stared off. “Minji’s never really asked about her. Always just accepted that it was me and her.
Yungmi’s parents blamed me for her suicide so they vanished from Minji’s life too. But she’ll ask
eventually right? And I don’t know what to tell her. How do you tell your daughter, in all her
perfection and love, that her mother abandoned her?”

Jungkook sighed. “I think, you start by assuring her that Yungmi’s decision had nothing
to do with Minji. Even though she says it did, we know it didn’t. Her mind wasn’t rational. By the
sounds of it I’d say she likely suffered from post-partum depression if she never showed signs of
mental illness before then. She couldn’t talk herself out of those dark thoughts and that’s not
anyone’s fault. Not yours and especially not Minji’s.” Jungkook paused and considered other
factors. “Depending on how old Minnie is when she asks…we tell her the truth—or parts of it,
maybe a softened version. Yungmi was sick, and she died. We don’t run from this, Jimin. But you
won’t have to do it alone, I’ll be right there with you.”

“So how long you think until one of them proposes?” Hoseok laughed as he and Yoongi
made their way back to Yoongi’s place after dinner with Jimin, Jungkook, and Minji.

“Hard to say, I’m actually just wondering how long this whole living together thing will
last.” When Hobi lifted his brow to Yoongi, he elaborated. “They have two totally different living
styles. Jimin is clearly organized, clean, and just generally on top of things. Kook, on the other
hand…” Yoongi chuckled. “He’s young yet. He’s not as focused on tidiness, one could say. I’m
sure it’ll be an adventure for them to sort out chores and expectations, that’s all.”

“So little faith, Yoon. They’re so in love.” Hoseok sung as his smile spread and overtook
his face.

“Oh, I know. But,” he shrugged, “sometimes loving the other person isn’t enough.
Sometimes you just don’t mesh well once you’re sharing the same space.”

Hoseok stopped and cupped Yoongi’s face. “They’ll be fine, darling. You’ll see.” He
lowered his face and pecked Yoongi’s lips and smiled against them, waiting for Yoongi to smile
back. Once he did, he kissed him again. “I’ve known Jimin forever and seriously, if he didn’t think
this was a for life kinda deal, he never would have asked him to move in.”

“Fair enough.” Yoongi conceded. He reached for Hoseok’s hand and lightly swung it
between them. “Have you ever lived with a partner?”

“I did….for a bit. In college. It was nice, comfortable.”

 “And?” Yoongi pressed.

“And what?”

“What happened?”

“He decided to take a job in Spain. I wasn’t willing to go with him. So we parted ways.
Nothing too dramatic. We’re still in touch, but there’s no romantic feelings left.” He pulled Yoongi
closer to him and draped his arm over his shoulders. “So don’t worry your pretty face.”

“I wasn’t worried.” Yoongi grumbled. “And I’m not pretty.”

“Ooh, darling, how wrong you are. You’re absolutely pretty. The prettiest even.”

Jin: Oh lovely ChimChim…

Chiminie: Yes lovely Jinnie?

Jin: You have a sitter lined up for Minnie so we can all go get totally hammered in Seoul
for our double bachelor party? I mean, not that we’ve been bachelor’s for the last five years … but
you know!

Chiminie: Yes Jin, Kook and I lined up a sitter. I’m actually letting my mom come to the
house to hang out with her. We weren’t comfortable quite yet letting her be around my dad—
because he’s a raging idiot—but my mom’s been doing a lot better.

Jin: That’s great Chim!!

Chiminie: Yeah, I hope so.

Chiminie: Hey, can I ask you something?

Jin: Always

Chiminie: Seeing how you and Joon have been together so long… have you met his aunt
and uncle? Jungkook’s parents?

Jin: You’re nervous about his parents?

Jimin didn’t reply.

Jin: Chim… They’re good people. A little emotionally distant, but decent people. I’m
sure they’ll love you.. I mean, as much as emotionally unavailable parents can..?

Jin: At the very least they’re accepting of both Jungkook and Namjoon.
Jin: The one you got to worry about is Grandma Kim

Chiminie: What!??

Jin: Oh, absolutely!

Jin: That woman will feed you until you vomit and hug you until she breaks ribs. She’s
downright brutal.

Chiminie: Goddammit Jin! Don’t scare me like that!

Jin: Minji’s going to LOVE HER.

Jungkook decided to call his parents as he was out walking Kakuna. “Well, here goes
nothing, Kuna.” He took a deep breath, pressed the green call icon and raised his phone to his ear. It
rang once, twice, three times before his mother picked up.

“Ah, Jungkook!” She said happily, if not a bit distractedly.

“Hi mom. Say, are you and dad together right now?”

“What? Oh, yeah, um, he’s here. Did you need something?”

Did he need something? Yeah, he needed to tell his parents he was madly in love with
Jimin and Minji, and had already moved in with said man before even introducing him to his
parents. “Uh, yeah, can you put me on speaker so I can talk to both of you at one time?”

“Sure honey. Jinho, dear, Jungkookie’s on the phone, wants to talk to us.” Jungkook
heard his father call something and his mother sighed. “Just give us ten minutes Jinho, you can go
back to it after. Hold on dear, he’s coming.”

Jungkook sighed and waited. “Ah, Jungkook, how are you tonight?” His father low
timbre voice finally greeted.

“Good, just out taking Kakuna for a walk. But uh, I wanted to kind of catch y’all up a bit.
Haven’t talked to you in a while.” His father gave a short hum of acknowledgment while his
mother urged him to tell them all about what’s been going on. “So, um, I met someone. A really
great guy. Amazing, really. We’ve been together for…well, um…just about five months? Yeah,
about five months.”

“That sounds like it’s getting serious.” His mother said softly.

“No.” Jungkook said shortly. “It’s not getting serious. It is serious, mom. I love him. I’m
madly in love with this man.”

“Does he have a name?” Jungkook was startled by the fact that it was his father asking
and not his mother.
 “Uh, yeah. Jimin. Park Jimin. And he’s amazing. Beautiful, smart, talented, kind. I want
you to meet him. And Minji.”

“Minji?”

Jungkook cleared his throat. “His daughter.” He paused and lowered his voice. “Our
daughter.”

“Jungkook,” His mother gasped.

“Listen, I know it seems crazy, but just trust me okay? She’s so amazing, you’re going to
absolutely love her. She’s five years old and perfect mom, God she’s so perfect.”

“And you’ve…decided to claim her?” Jungkook couldn’t blame his father for being
confused and for questioning how it all played out.

“I guess, you could say she claimed me. And I’m okay with that. So okay with it. We’ll
tell you all about it when we meet, yeah?” His parents were a bit delayed in the agreement to meet
but did eventually seem to look forward to the introduction. “But um, mom, dad? Jimin hasn’t had
very good experiences in you know, coming out to people. His parents…I mean, his mom is slowly
coming around—very slowly—but his dad is an utter jackass. So, I just, it would really mean a lot
to me if you could show him the same accepting grace you learned to show me.”

“Of course, darling. We can’t wait to meet them.” His mother assured. “Say, Jungkookie?
Could you, maybe, send us some pictures of this sweet girl and amazing guy?”

Jungkook could practically feel his eyes crinkle with the expansion of his smile. “Yeah,
mom, I can do that.”

“Alright baby. I love you, darling, so much. We’ll get something set up to meet Jimin
before the wedding.”

“Thanks mom. Love you.” Jungkook ended the call and took a long cleansing breath
before meeting Kakuna’s curious eyes. “That went better than I expected.” He reached down and
patted her head. “Let’s go home.”
 Chapter 26
Chapter Notes

I'm SO SORRY for how long the last two updates have taken!!
However! This chapter is the longest one yet, so hopefully you'll forgive me for the time lapse.
“Okay, I think we’re ready.” Jimin said as he pulled a suitcase down the stairs to the front door.
“Minnie! Come say goodbye!”

Minji shuffled in slowly, head downcast and her lip jutted out in the most pathetic pout
Jungkook had ever seen. He knelt as his face also fell into a frown. She crawled into his arms and
he stood up as he nuzzled her. “Oh sweet girl, we’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t be sad, you’ll make
me sad and you’ll make Daddy sad and then we’ll all be sad.”

Chanri watched, the love emanating from Jungkook as he squeezed and kissed Minji. She
watched how Minji’s small hands clung to the back of Jungkook’s neck, fingers locked together.
Jimin also watched, a small smile on his face. He glanced to his mother and raised his brow, a silent
‘I told you.’ She gave a small nod, knowing she’d been unnecessarily harsh on their relationship.

Jungkook kissed her forehead again. “I love you Pumpkin. Be good for grandma.”

Minji nodded, her head still nestled in the crook of his neck. “I love you too, Dad.” She
said softly.

Jungkook turned to Jimin. “Alright, say goodbye to Daddy.”

Jimin took Minji from Jungkook’s arms and squeezed her tight. “Ah, you’re such a big
girl, Minji. And big girls are strong and brave, aren’t they?” Minji nodded as her face finally started
to shift into a smile. “You know what we need such a strong and brave girl to do while we’re
gone?” Minji shook her head. Jimin glanced to Jungkook and smiled. “We need someone to watch
over Kakuna. She needs someone to play with her and feed her and make sure she has water. Would
you be able to do that for us?”

Minji bit her lip and nodded. “Mmhmm, Daddy, I can watch Kuna!”

Jimin eyed her a bit. “Are you sure? It’s a very important job.”

“Daddy.” Minji said with a scowl. “I can do it.” Jimin almost laughed. Minji’s defiant,
determined, stubborn streak surely came from him.

“Okay baby. Then take really good care of Kakuna and be good for grandma.” He rubbed
his nose against hers before kissing her face exaggeratedly too many times to count. She broke into
a fit of giggles and tried to squirm out of his arms. He placed her back on the ground, squatting as
he hugged her again. “I love you Doodle-bug.”

“I love you more, Daddy.”

Jungkook stepped to Chanri with a small business card in his hand. “This is the direct
number to the manager of the hotel we’ll be at. If anything comes up and you can’t reach us on our
cells, call him.”

Chanri flipped the card in her hand and then raised her brow in surprise. “The Shilla
Seoul?”

Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek before scoffing a bit. “Not bad for a barista,
hm?” Chanri quickly flushed in embarrassment having her own words thrown back at her. “Nah,
you’re right, a barista’s wages would never pay for that. I have a bit of a hook-up; I know the
owner.”
 “Oh?”

“Yeah. For now, I call him Dad. Once my degree is finished and I’m vetted into the
whole business, Minji will call him Dad.” Chanri gaped at him, attempting to say something. “It’s
mine, Mrs. Park. Shilla Seoul belongs to my family. As does the Westin Chosun and Conrad Seoul.
We also own properties here, Jeonju, Daegu, Pohang and Busan.”

Jimin stepped to his side and chuckled lightly. “Stop being so smug, Baby. Let’s go.” He
leaned in to leave a small kiss on his mother’s cheek. “We’ll see you tomorrow mom, thanks for
watching Minji. Love you.”

As they stepped out and walked towards Jin and Namjoon’s house Jimin chuckled. “My
mother’s face was priceless, wasn’t it?”

“I wish I would have filmed it.” Jungkook laughed. “I just,” his demeanor shifted quickly.
“I wish she’d like me for me and appreciate that I love you and Minji, you know? Like, my love
should be enough for her to support this. I shouldn’t have to flaunt my family’s business ventures.”

“I know, baby. And I hope you know that I love you for you.”

Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s hand. “I know. I mean, you fell for me when I was just a
barista who taught music on the side.”

“I did.” Jimin confirmed. “I fell for those deep, beautiful eyes, your cheery demeanor,
that bright bunny smile and your seemingly boundless heart. You’re beautiful, Kookie. Inside and
out.”

Jungkook flushed and chuckled. “God, you’re sappy.”

“Only for you, sweetheart. Only for you.”

They arrived at Jin and Namjoon’s, rowdy laughter already pouring out of the house.
“Sounds like they started early.” Jungkook chuckled.

“They’ve been waiting a long time for this wedding, can’t blame them for getting the
celebrations started early.” Jimin pecked Jungkook’s cheek before swinging open the gate and
hollering their arrival.

“Finally!” Hoseok yelled as he jumped off the deck and wrapped himself around Jimin
before picking him up and swinging him around.

“I see someone’s been pre-gaming.” Jimin laughed.

“Well, we had to! Sitting around waiting for you two divas.” Hoseok teased.

Jungkook pushed him playfully in the shoulder. “Divas!? Not our fault we give a damn
about how we look when hitting the town. What is this?” He asked motioning to Hobi’s outfit in
jest, “Do you not care anymore now that you got your man?” Jungkook wasn’t blind, Hoseok’s
simple white button-down paired with a pair of linen shorts was classy and stunning.

Hoseok turned away from Jimin and to Jungkook. “Oh, you wanna go pretty boy?”
 Jin laughed whole-heartedly as he separated the two men. “Come on now children.” He
slung his arm over Jungkook. “I’m glad you and Jimin could make it, though, yes, we have started
without you. Shot to get you caught up?”

Jimin stepped forward. “Only if it’s vodka.”

Namjoon tapped his nose as he stepped forward with a bottle. “I got you, Chim.”

A couple shots later, it was determined that Jimin and Jungkook had caught up with the
crew and it was time to make their way to Seoul. Jimin nestled in Jungkook’s lap as the train made
its way to Seoul. He placed small kisses to the side of his neck and murmured against his skin
things that the other guys were positive they didn’t want to hear.

“And they made fun of us.” Jin clicked his tongue as he shook his head and laughed with
Namjoon.

Hoseok patted his lap and Yoongi scoffed. “Don’t even think about it.” But then he
leaned in to just under Hobi’s ear. “I’ll be in your lap later, don’t even worry about it.” Yoongi
smirked at the flush that filled Hoseok’s face.

“Sometimes you just come out of nowhere and remind me why I like you so much.”
Hoseok said as he snaked his arm around Yoongi’s waist.

They made their way to the Shilla Seoul, checked in, and dropped off bags. Jimin pressed
Jungkook up against the door before they headed back out. “Kookie,” His breath danced along his
neck. “I know we’re supposed to be all jacked about getting wasted with our dearest friends, but,”
He trailed his hands down Jungkook’s sides and grasped his hips as he pulled him tighter against
Jimin. “I really can’t wait to get you back here.”

“Oh? And what might you do with me when we get back here?” Jungkook teased as he
arched his neck to entice Jimin to place his lips to it. Which Jimin did without hesitation.

What he did hesitate on, was telling Jungkook what he’d been thinking about for weeks.
How every time Jungkook touched him, he craved more, wanted to feel Jungkook so intimately he
couldn’t tell where he ended and Jungkook began. He swallowed thickly, pushing the desire back
down, before placing one more kiss over Jungkook’s throat. “I guess we’ll see when we get back,
hm?”

The six of them laughed and stumbled their way to Looking Star, the same gay club
Jungkook had taken Jimin on their first official date. Jungkook pulled on Jimin’s waist, “I
remember this place.”

“Me too. Sort of.” Jimin said softly. “Hopefully I stay a bit more sober for awhile so we
can actually dance, hm?”
 “Yeah, good luck keeping him, Jungkookie.” Hobi laughed. “When it comes to dancing,
it’s gonna be me and Jimin owning that floor. But you’re welcome to watch.”

“That sounds…entirely too kinky.” Namjoon laughed from in front of them. He pulled
the door to Looking Star open and they pushed in, full of laughter.

“Can you believe I’m going to marry this sexy bastard!?” Namjoon laughed as the half-
dressed waiter brought them their fourth round. He pulled Jin to him with his arm around his broad
shoulders.

“Mm, with those lips I sure hope you’re doing more than marrying him.” The waiter
winked at Jin and waved him to step out of the booth. “How about body shots?”

The rest of the table erupted into hoots, whistles, and laughter. “Come on Jin, get that
sexy ass up there!” Jimin yelled as he smacked Jin’s ass when he stepped out of the booth.

“Joon, you best get ready.” Jungkook laughed as Jin pulled his shirt from his body at the
urging of the waiter. Namjoon also stood from the table and grinned as Jin turned his gaze sultry
before pulling himself up and onto the table. The waiter handed Namjoon a glass of lime wedges, a
glass of salt and lowered the tray of tequila shots to the table next to them.

Namjoon leaned forward and kissed Jin before trailing his wet tongue down his neck and
along his collarbone. Jin arched slightly into him as he hissed through his teeth. Joon placed a lime
wedge backwards into Jin’s mouth before pushing him back to lay on the table. Joon sprinkled
some coarse salt onto Jin’s collarbone and then slowly drug his tongue over it to lap it up, leaned
up, grinned mischievously before throwing his shot back and then diving in to steal the lime wedge
from Jin’s mouth.

The group of friends around them, as well as bystanders drawn to watch, broke into more
laughter and shouts. “Shots, shots, shots!” Namjoon pulled himself up and away from Jin, a smug
smile on his face. He motioned to the tray of shots beside them.

His friends all reached for a glass and raised them in a toast. “To Jin and Namjoon!”
Jungkook yelled.

“To Jin and Namjoon!” The crowd around them echoed.

“I’m so fucking wasted!” Jimin giggled as he leaned into Jin at the bar. “You should get
married more often!”

Jin laughed as he slung his arm over Jimin’s shoulders. “Nah, just once for me…to that
beautiful man.” He motioned to where Namjoon was trying his best to dance with Hoseok and
Jungkook. “A bit awkward, but beautiful.”

“But this is so much fun Jinnie.” Jimin whined, his cheek nestled in his hand, his elbow
resting on the bar.
 “We’ll party it up for your bachelor party then.” Jin raised his glass towards Jimin but
Jimin didn’t move to raise his in return. Was it just a natural assumption that he and Jungkook were
going to eventually get married? Granted they lived together now, and Minji called him dad, but
Jimin hadn’t thought about marriage since he and Yungmi were engaged. “Chim?”

“What?” Jimin pulled from his thoughts. “Yeah, of course.” He raised his glass to Jin’s
and swallowed it quickly. “I’ll be right back.”

Jimin slid off his stool, gathered his bearings and headed towards the restroom. Before he
got there, his gaze was drawn to the dance floor. He noticed someone draping his arms over
Jungkook’s shoulders and Jungkook laughing with his head thrown back. Jimin cocked his head to
the side as he took in the scene. His chest grew tight and hot, his hands curled into fists. As
Jungkook’s head came back down his eyes gazed beyond the man in front of him and locked onto
Jimin in an instant. He smiled as he said something to the guy in front of him. They guy then turned
and also smiled at Jimin. He patted Jungkook’s shoulder and Jungkook gave his arm a squeeze.

“New friend?” Jimin said curtly as Jungkook stepped to him and lowered his face into the
side of Jimin’s neck as his hands naturally fell to Jimin’s waist.

“Old friend.” Jungkook murmured.

“Old boyfriend?” Jimin asked as he swallowed. Jungkook hummed in confirmation.

Jimin tensed under him.

Oblivious to the shift in Jimin due to the amount of shots currently swimming through
Jungkook’s system he pressed against Jimin, placing kisses under his ear. “Come dance with me.”

“You sure you don’t want to keep dancing with him?” Jimin asked, and finally Jungkook
picked up the lack of teasing tone to the question.

He pulled away from him, his brow pinched together. He reached for Jimin’s face, but he
turned away. “Baby.” Jungkook gasped.

Jimin didn’t want to reject Jungkook, and it pained him to do so. But it also pained him to
see another man draped over him. Despite the logical part of his mind desperately fighting to be
heard past the drunken arguments of infidelity, Jimin only heard chants of not being good enough.
Why would Jungkook want him when he had the opportunity to have not just the ex-boyfriend he
just happened to stumble into, but essentially any man in the club?

“Baby, I wasn’t dancing with him. He just came over to say hi.” Jungkook grasped
Jimin’s hands, his face pained. Jimin continued to refuse to look at him, his own doubts overtaking
him, tightening his chest and making it difficult to breathe. Bodies continued to bump into them as
they remained still just off the dance floor. “Jimin. Come on. You don’t think I see the way other
men look at you? How they offer to buy you drinks, try to sidle up to you on the dance floor?
You’re so kind and gracious and sometimes…sometimes they way you smile at them…”
Jungkook’s patience was wearing thin.

Jimin finally snapped his eyes to Jungkook. “Kook, I would never—”

“And I wouldn’t either.” His gaze softened. “It’ll always be you, Jimin.” He raised their
hands to his mouth and kissed Jimin’s knuckles lightly.
 “Let me do a body shot.” Jimin said suddenly. Jungkook pulled back and his lip quirked
up.

“What?” Jungkook laughed.

Jimin leaned in towards him. “I want to lay you out on the bar and make it clear to
everyone who you’re here with and who you’re going home with.”

Jungkook’s heart quickened and his dick hardened in his pants. “Fuck, baby.” He growled
as he dropped Jimin’s hands and instantly pulled Jimin against him. His hands fell to Jimin’s ass
and squeezed the perfect, thick globes. Jimin gasped and moaned lightly. “Only if I can do the
same.”

Jungkook pulled back, his smile once again bright and playful—with an underlining fire
behind it. He pulled Jimin towards the bar gathering the rest of their posse as he went. “Shots!” He
called and everyone gathered with him at the bar.

“I’m getting too old for this bullshit.” Yoongi grumbled.

Hoseok draped himself over his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Nonsense! You’re not old, just so
little your tolerance is lower.”

Yoongi turned towards him, his face in an angry scowl that only made Hoseok giggle
more. “You sure you want to make comments about me being little? I was gonna be on your lap
tonight, but I’m not afraid to bend you over and remind you of my size.”

“Oooh snap! Yoongi went off!” Namjoon slurred through his laughter. Jimin paused,
stunned by the knowledge that Yoongi and Hoseok were already sleeping together. He looked to
Jungkook. He had to be growing tired of the fact that they weren’t having sex.

“Whatever you horny fuckers, it’s time for shots! Baby, get on the bar.” Jungkook said.

Jimin shook his head. “Nope. You first.”

Jungkook happily obliged with the blessing of the bartender and pulled his shirt off as he
stood on the bar. Those who were close enough to the bar to watch erupted in hoots and hollers,
causing Jimin’s chest to clench again. So many men who were likely better matched for Jungkook,
would allow him to please them fully, would give him more than Jimin could. More than Jimin was
ready for.

A quick slap to his ass pulled him from his thoughts. Jin smiled back cheekily. “What are
you waiting for Chim? Your man’s all laid out for you.”

He wasn’t wrong. Jungkook was now laid on the bar, a knowing smirk on his lips as his
head turned to Jimin. Jimin smiled in return as he, too, climbed onto the bar. He crawled over
Jungkook, caging him. Jungkook’s chest started to heave with his deep breaths. Jimin trailed his
tongue down Jungkook’s neck, along his collarbone—stopping to bite lightly, eliciting a small
groan from Jungkook—he shuffled back and licked around Jungkook’s bellybutton. He then
sprinkled salt where he licked before placing the lime wedge in Jungkook’s mouth.

“TEQUILA!” The bar yelled before Jimin leaned forward, licked the salt off his belly,
poured his shot into the dips of Jungkook’s abs before sucking it up. He bit gently and grinned
when Jungkook’s muscles tensed and his hips rolled up before Jimin slid over him to steal the lime
from his lips. Jimin sucked the juice out before dropping it to the bar and leaning in to meet
Jungkook’s lips.

“Goddamn it, Jimin.” Jungkook breathed and chuckled. He sat up, Jimin still on top of
him. He slapped his ass before he growled, “My turn.”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he bit his bottom lip. Jungkook slid off the bar while he waited
for Jimin to lay back. Jimin unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. The crowd
whistled and Jimin flushed. “It would appear I have to show them who you came here with as well,
hm?” Jungkook’s voice was deep and gravely against Jimin’s ear. Jimin took in a shuddering
breath.

Jungkook hopped onto the bar, his shirt still missing, the scene turning undoubtedly
sexual as he trailed his fingers over Jimin’s torso. His hands ended at the top of Jimin’s pants and
he eyed Jimin with a playful, yet intense gaze. Jimin’s eyes widened but still gave a small nod,
knowing instinctively that Jungkook wouldn’t do anything too bad. Jungkook unbuttoned his pants
and pulled just enough to expose one of his favorite parts of Jimin—that delectable, enticing,
smooth “V” that hinted at the treasure awaiting him at the center of it. He ran his tongue over the
valley before sprinkling salt into it. Jimin placed the lime between his full lips and tried to slow his
breathing, but the task became damn near impossible when he felt Jungkook’s warm, wet tongue
pressing firmly against his skin. He could barely relax before he felt the shot being poured onto his
stomach and Jungkook sucking and licking it into his mouth. His body quivered as he awaited
Jungkook’s mouth on his to grasp the lime. In an instant Jungkook was draped over him, his hands
in his hair as he sucked the juice from the lime as it remained held in Jimin’s lips. Jungkook then
bit and removed the lime before slotting their lips together. “I love you.” He murmured against
Jimin’s lips.

He doesn’t. His mind argued. He wants more. He deserves more. He’s obviously a very
sexual man, he needs more than you give him.

His body moved of its own accord and he hopped off the bar once Jungkook was no
longer pressed against him. His head was swimming and the room fell out of focus. He pulled his
shirt back over his torso and attempted to button it with uncoordinated hands. “Need help, Pretty?”
Jimin raised his eyes to the voice, but the image remained blurry, the space around them spinning.
He hummed noncommittedly, not sure if he needed help or not. “Here.” Hands reached forward to
assist in his task as Jimin fought to stand still.

“Can I fucking help you?” Ah, Jimin knew that voice for sure. His eyes attempted to
refocus again. Jungkook was slipping his shirt back over his head when he saw the older, taller,
refined man approaching Jimin. Jimin was clearly maxed out for drinking and didn’t appear to even
know who was in front of him.

“Calm down, sweetheart, you had your turn.” The man sneered.

“Get. Away. From. Him.” Jungkook growled as his jaw clenched and fists curled.

“Kookieee.” Jimin sang in a light voice as he swayed, attempting to maneuver to

Jungkook.

Jungkook reached out for Jimin’s hands, but the taller man pulled Jimin back by his arm.
“I said you already had your turn.”
 “And I said to get the hell away from him.” Jungkook snapped as he got in the man’s
face. He glanced to Jimin, making sure he was ok, and tried to come up with a plan for this hastily
developing encounter.

“Oh fuck.” Yoongi groaned from the bar. “Kook’s about to get his ass kicked.” It wasn’t
that Jungkook was weak or out of shape, and Yoongi knew that. But he also knew that Jungkook
was soft-hearted and had never been in a full-blown fight before. He’d have no sense of what to do
if the other man swung.

“What?” Jin whipped around, trying to find Jungkook in the crowd. “Oh shit. What the
hell is going on?” He pushed himself through the crowd and ended up between Jungkook and a
man holding Jimin’s arm. “Hey,” he said sweetly, hoping his tone would diffuse the situation.
“What seems to be going on here?”

“Jinnie!” Jimin called. “I wanna go with Kookie, Jinnie, you gotta let go of my arm.”

“I don’t have your arm, Jimin.” Jin said softly, realizing that Jimin was well past drunk
and must have thought it was Jin holding him.

Jimin’s face scrunched up, desperate to unblur the scene in front of him. “W-who has my
arm?”

“Listen, fuckstick, you’re going to let go of my boyfriend before we all take you out back
and kick your ass.” Jungkook seethed.

“I’d like to see you try.” The man spat.

Jimin’s view—and mind—cleared enough to decipher that Jungkook was picking a fight
of some sort, and Jin and Yoongi were nearby. He glanced down at the hold on his arm again and
trailed his eyes from the hand, up the arm, and to a face that as it cleared, Jimin determined he
didn’t know at all. “Let me go.” He said, his voice even and determined.

“Yeah, honey, we’ll go.” The man laughed.

“Unhand me. Now.” As the man continued to laugh and tried to pull Jimin closer to him,
Jimin brought his free hand up and under his nose, breaking it in an instant. Blood gushed as the
man yowled in pain, finally letting go of Jimin’s arm. Jimin brought his hands up again and swung,
connecting with the man’s jaw as well, busting his lip open.

“Woah, hold on baby.” Jungkook called as he wrapped his arms around Jimin. Jimin
moved quickly to remove the threat but Jungkook’s voice coiled around him in soft assurances.
“It’s me, sweetheart, just me. It’s okay.”

Jin shot his eyes around the bar, the scene gathering more than its fair share of attention.
He reached out for Namjoon who was sharing philosophical debates with the bartender. He
motioned Yoongi to pull Hobi from the dance floor. “Let’s get out of here.” He said to Jungkook as
he pushed by.

“Come on, Jimin. We gotta go.” Jungkook urged.

“We didn’t do anything wrong, Kook. He deserved it.” He sneered down at the man who
was still holding his nose as the blood continued to pour out.
 “I know honey, but let’s just get out of the crowd, yeah?” Jimin gave a nod, laced his
fingers through Jungkook’s and allowed himself to be pulled away from the crowd. They stopped
to talk to a bouncer on the way out, making it clear that the encounter was one of self-defense. The
other man was so embarrassed having been taken out by a smaller man that he declined to get law
enforcement involved. At the news Jimin shot Jungkook a wink and a smirk. Jungkook resisted his
own smile as he shook his head. Small but mighty, that one.

“Holy shit!” Hoseok yelled through his laughter as they filled the sidewalk and made
their way to a late-night food stand. “It’s been a long time since Jimin laid someone out like that.”

Jungkook quirked his eyebrow. “Was this an old habit?”

“Jiminie had a bit of a temper growing up. Mr. Park hoped martial arts would curb it—
and it did, eventually—but first Jimin used it to fight anyone who questioned, you know, um—”

“My sexuality. I used it to defend myself against homophobic assholes.” Jimin grumbled.
Jungkook squeezed his hand. “It’s fine. I apparently just use it now on men who feel entitled to take
something that isn’t being offered to them.”

Jungkook swallowed, shame building in his chest that he didn’t defend his partner. He
pulled his gaze to the side, where he met Yoongi’s even stare. Yoongi’s eyebrow lifted in a barely
perceptible way and Jungkook shook his head lightly, too disappointed in himself to want to say
anything.

“Sorry for ruining the party, guys.” Jimin mumbled as he lowered himself into a plastic
chair just inside the tent of a food vendor.

“Hey! No!” Jin rushed to comfort Jimin. “You didn’t ruin anything. He did. And hey,
clearly the party’s still going, yeah? Soju with our skewers and Tteokbokki?” Jimin gave a small
nod. Jin kissed the top of his head and squeezed his shoulder before placing their order.

Jimin sighed before sitting up and righting his shoulders. His gaze fell upon Jungkook,
who was hunched over in his own chair. Jimin reached out and caressed Jungkook’s arm. “You
ok?”

“I guess.” Jungkook mumbled. “I mean, I guess if failing to protect your partner is ok

then I’m just fine.”

Jimin’s eyes softened on his boyfriend. “Darling.” He coaxed him to look up. “You did
not fail me.”

“I did! Another man w-was trying—he wouldn’t—I just—” He swallowed before his
eyes locked on Jimin’s, red-rimmed and welling with tears.

Jimin stroked the side of Jungkook’s face before standing and reaching out for his hand.
As Jungkook accepted Jimin called out to Namjoon. “We’re gonna head back.”

“Everything okay?” Joon asked, his brow knitted together as he took in the state of his
cousin.

“It will be. We just need to settle I think.” Namjoon gave a nod. “Still on for brunch
though!” Jimin smiled, which brightened Namjoon considerably. Jimin slowly pulled his hand from
Jungkook to hug Namjoon but Jungkook kept a firm hold on the back of Jimin’s shirt. “We love
you guys and are so excited for the wedding. Hopefully there won’t be any broken noses at that
party.”

“Love you too, Chim.” Joon said with a squeeze. He looked over Jimin’s shoulder to
Jungkook. “You too, Kook.” Jungkook gave a small nod.

Jimin pulled Jungkook out of the tent and back towards the hotel. They didn’t speak of
the incident at the club on their way back. Jimin stood before Jungkook in the middle of the room,
sighing as he saw the look of defeat on Jungkook’s face. “Kookie.”

“I should have done something.”

“Kookie.” Jimin started again, his tone soft and understanding. “I wouldn’t have wanted
you to pick a fight, baby.” He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned Jungkook to him. Once
Jungkook stood before him Jimin wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his face into
Jungkook’s stomach. Jungkook ran his hands through Jimin’s hair. “I love you. I love your giving
heart and patient mind. I love that you’re not quick tempered or aggressive. I don’t want a man on a
power trip, you know? A show of power and aggression isn’t how you show me you care, okay?
Fighting doesn’t make you more of a man, nor does the lack of fighting make you less of a man.
You are my man Kookie, and you’re perfect for me.”

“I just…” Jungkook sighed, not even sure how to defend his position of feeling like he let
Jimin down as Jimin clearly didn’t believe the same.

“You want to take care of me?” Jimin asked. Jungkook nodded as he gazed down at
where Jimin was still wrapped around him. “Run me a bath?”

Jungkook’s lip finally pulled up into a small, authentic smile as he nodded.

He might not be able to break a nose while three sheets to the wind like the man below
him, but he could absolutely get the temperature of his bath just right.
 Chapter 27
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin groaned and buried his face into his pillow. He felt Jungkook’s arm wrapped around his
waist, so he turned and buried his face into his neck instead. “I’m going to die.”

Jungkook chuckled, his deep voice rumbling against Jimin’s chest. “You’re not going to
die.”
 “My head hurts so bad.” The throbbing in his temples increased at the effort of speaking.

Jungkook kissed the top of his head and squeezed him tighter. “I had them bring up some
Motrin and hangover soup.”

Jimin brought his hand up and patted the side of Jungkook’s face. “You’re such a
thoughtful boyfriend.”

He felt Jungkook gulp as he tensed. “I mean, it’s the least I could do, you know…after I
didn’t—”

Despite the pulsing headache between his temples, Jimin sat up and bore his eyes into
Jungkook’s. He shook his head. “Don’t. Don’t beat yourself up over last night.”

Jungkook lowered his face as he bit his lip. “I felt so helpless, Jimin.” He said softly. “I
was absolutely seething at how he grabbed you and wouldn’t let you go. But I didn’t…I didn’t
know what to do.”

Jimin’s gaze softened as he pulled Jungkook to curl into him as he sat back against the
headboard. Jungkook wrapped himself around Jimin, one leg tossed over his and his arms latched
tightly around his middle as Jimin’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. “That’s okay, sweetheart.
We made it out alive, yeah?” Jungkook nodded against him. “You take such good care of me,
Kookie. Every single day.” Jungkook huffed and Jimin could tell he was pouting. “You do. You
make my coffee just the way I like it, you make me laugh, you encourage me to be exactly who I
am without apology, you challenge my parents and make me feel so safe. I know my heart is safe
with you…and Kook…the way, the way you embraced Minji and stepped in to be exactly who she
needed—” Jimin’s voice cracked and he sniffled before a sob broke through. “You’re the most
incredible person I’ve ever known, Kookie. You’ve never once failed me.” He paused and closed
his eyes before adding softly, “I wish I could say the same for me.”

“What?” Jungkook pulled himself from Jimin’s hold and narrowed his gaze on Jimin.
“W-why would you say something like that?”

Jimin shrugged and shook his head lightly. “It’s nothing.” But his eyes couldn’t meet
Jungkook’s.

“It’s clearly something.”

Jimin sighed. “It’s just…” Jungkook locked his hand with Jimin’s and stroked the top of
Jimin’s hand with his thumb, the sensation always seemed to calm Jimin. “Yoongi and Hobi are
sleeping together.”

Jungkook cocked his head to the side as his brow knitted together. “And?”

“And we’re not.” Jimin whispered.

“Does that bother you?” Jimin shrugged and kept his head downcast, he didn’t want to
see the disappointment on Jungkook’s face. “Because it doesn’t bother me. That’s Yoongi and
Hobi. And we’re us. We don’t need to like, keep up with anyone.”

“But…aren’t you…you’re a very sexual person, Kook. And you could have anyone.
Surely…surely you’d like someone who would, you know, give you what you need.”
 Jungkook lifted Jimin’s head with the tips of his fingers. His lip was curled into a light
smirk. “Do you think I’m not satisfied?” Jimin shrugged. “Do you think you don’t blow my mind
with every touch you bless me with? Shit, Jimin, you bring me places I’d never been to with a
sexual partner. Because I love you. I will never need more than you want and are ready to share
with me.” He lifted Jimin’s hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart. “This. This means more
to me than sex.”

Jimin blinked and silent tears ran down his cheeks as he nodded. They remained like that
for a long moment, as Jimin quietly cried through Jungkook’s reassurances, eventually scooting
closer to burrow into Jungkook’s embrace. Jungkook ran his hands up and down Jimin’s bare back,
waiting for him to direct the conversation. Jimin wiped his face and took in a shaky breath. “I think
about it you know.”

“Oh?” Jungkook’s hands never stopped their soothing movements.

“You…you make me feel so good, and I wonder sometimes…how it would feel to go that
far with you. I wonder how it would feel to have you…you know…”

Jungkook felt his lip quirk up and was glad Jimin couldn’t see his amusement because he
knew this was hard for Jimin to share. “Have me what, Baby?”

Jimin’s face flushed. “In me….or me in you…I think about both. I don’t know which one
—”

“Both.” Jimin finally looked up to Jungkook. And Jungkook elaborated as he held Jimin’s
face gently in his hands. “When the time comes, we’ll try both…if you want.”

“I think I’d really like that.” He gave a hesitant smile.

“Most people do.” Jungkook bit his lip against his bunny smile and Jimin leaned forward
to press their lips together. “Though, I wouldn’t exactly know.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked as he ran his hands through Jungkook’s fluffy hair.

“I’ve um, never fully bottomed.”

Jimin grinned as he crawled into Jungkook’s lap. “Hmm…so it would appear that we
both have new things to experience.”

“When we’re ready.” Jungkook murmured before grasping Jimin’s hips and pulling him
tighter against him. He kissed the underside of his jaw. “Don’t rush yourself. We have all the time
in the world.”

“Oh my God, they’re alive!” Jin laughed as Jimin and Jungkook finally shuffled into the
café for brunch. Jimin hid behind a pair of large, dark sunglasses and Jungkook had his floppy
bucket pulled low over his face.
 “Barely.” Jimin laughed as he lowered himself into a chair next to Hobi.

“Aww, Chim, you need to get out more.” Hobi teased as he pulled him into a side hug and
ruffled his hair. Jimin groaned.

“Well, you have two weeks to recover before we do this all over again at the wedding.”
Namjoon said with a playful smile.

Jin gasped through an excited smile, his eyes sparkling and face bright despite his likely
hangover. “I can’t believe we’re getting married in two weeks!”

“And Minji’s turning six on Thursday!” Namjoon’s eyes went wide in realization. “Jimin!
Do we have a party planned!?”

“Of course.” Jungkook said, his voice tinged with offense. “I imagine your invitations
will be in your mailboxes when we get back. Just a small party at the house. We figured we could
celebrate a bit more in Jeju after the wedding.”

Namjoon smiled at his cousin. “You’re really settling into your role as Dad, aren’t you?
Planning birthday parties and whatnot.”

Jungkook flushed and bit his lip. Jimin grasped his hand under the table and gazed
adoringly at his partner. “He’s a natural.”

“That’s what I said that weekend he watched Minji for you.” Yoongi said with a soft
smile. “I knew he was in deep already.” Jungkook’s color only deepened.

Hoseok tsked. “Yoon, stop teasing him. You can’t blame him for falling in love with them
—they’re kind of perfect.”

“Oh Kook, wait until you see her in her dress!” Jin gushed. “She’s absolutely precious.”
Jungkook smiled as he envisioned Minji, delightfully dressed up in a light, flowy dress with
flowers in her hair as she danced with her favorite people. She would be a sight, for sure.

Jimin and Jungkook bid their posse farewell at the train station and grabbed an Uber back
home. “Hey Jimin?” Jungkook said softly, grabbing Jimin’s attention instantly. “I, um, I talked to
my mom and dad. About us.”

“Oh?” Jimin could feel the trembling start in his chest.

“Mmhmm. They’d like to meet you and Minji. I thought maybe just you and I could have
dinner with them Tuesday? Then, if you want, we could introduce Minji Wednesday after work?”
He chewed on the side of his thumb for a moment. “I don’t want to rush things, I just thought that
you know, things were progressing pretty well and now that we’re living together—”

“Kookie.” Jimin interrupted with a gentle smile. “I’d like to meet your parents. Tuesday
sounds great.” He was quick to reassure Jungkook, but if he was honest, the thought of meeting the
infamous Jeon parents made him a little more than anxious.
 Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s knee. “They’re going to love you.”

Jimin unlocked the door and was greeted first by a wiggling and heavily panting Kakuna
and then Minji right behind squealing that her dads were home. “Daddy! Dad!” She ran from the
living room to the front door, arms outstretched for whomever would reach her first. Jimin stepped
forward as Jungkook lugged their bags in and scooped their little girl into his arms. “Daddy, I took
such good care of Kuna. Look how happy she is!”

Jungkook bent down to scoop up Kakuna. “She certainly is happy.” He laughed. “Great
job Pumpkin.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Jungkook lowered Kakuna and then reached for
Minji. Jimin happily handed her over as he went to the kitchen where his mother was working on
dinner.

“Hey mom.” He greeted with a light squeeze on her shoulders and a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey darling.” She smiled. “I thought you and Jungkook might not be feeling up to
making dinner so I started some Sundubu Jjigae for you.”

“Mm, that is greatly appreciated.” He said as he leaned against the counter and drew in
long breaths through his nose to let the aroma sink in.

“I’ve missed Minji.” Chanri said softly. “Thank you, for letting me stay here with her.”

“Thank you for making an effort.” Jimin said with a small smile. “I know…I know it’s
hard, coming to terms with my sexuality and who I’m partnered with. But I’m happy, mom. So
damn happy. And Minnie is too.”

Chanri laughed lightly. “Oh, I know she is. She used to talk about him a lot when he was
just her teacher, but she’s utterly enchanted with him now…now that he’s Dad.” Her face betrayed
her; a bit of apprehension laced through her smile.

“It’s okay to still be, you know, a little confused by it all. We appreciate you trying, we
really do.” He paused as he watched her stir the stew. “Um, how’s dad doing? With this?”

“He misses Minji too, but he’s not willing to…to accept him. Not yet. I don’t know if,”
She looked away and swallowed. “If he’ll ever get to that point, Jimin.”

Jimin took a deep breath and nodded.

“Dad.” Minji whispered as she leaned in towards him as she was nestled in his lap
recounting every last thing she did to or for Kakuna while he and Jimin were away.

“Yes, baby?” he whispered back, the rush of warmth flooding his body. He wondered if
he’d ever get used to her calling him Dad. At this point he ventured a no.

She licked her lips as her eyes sparkled. “I made you something.” Jungkook’s face pulled
into his signature smile, eyes crinkled and bright. She crawled off his lap and held out her hand.
“Come on.” She led him to the kitchen where she had him sit at the table. “Wait here. I’ll be right
back.” She was firm in her directions and Jungkook nodded in compliance.
 “What’s going on?” Jimin asked.

“Not sure yet, apparently Minnie made me something. I wonder if it’s another painting to
go in the office.” Jungkook’s eyes danced with anticipation, his collection of art from Minji
growing drastically since moving in. Jimin looked to his mother who had a soft gaze towards
Jungkook. Jimin made his way to stand nearer to where Jungkook was awaiting his surprise.

Minji came running back to the kitchen and halted in front of Jungkook. “Close your
eyes.” Jungkook smiled but did as he was told. “Hold out your hands.” Was her next command and
he complied to that one as well. Then, he felt a small item being placed in his palms. “Open.” She
said softly.

He opened to look at her first, her eyes wide and excited as she held her clasped hands in
front of her mouth. Then, his gaze fell to his hands. Inside his large palm was a handmade bracelet,
much like the one Jimin wore religiously. His was made with blue yarn and a variety of beads,
among them letters to spell out “#1 Dad.” He licked his lips and bit his lower lip to try and slow the
overwhelming rush of emotions. “Baby.” He breathed, his eyes burning with the threat of tears.
“Thank you.” He reached out for her and pulled her tightly to his chest as he leaned forward in his
chair.

Minji clung to him. “You like it?”

Jungkook’s voice broke, “I love it, Pumpkin. Thank you.” He pulled back, still willing
the tears to remain behind his lids. He slipped it over his hand and to his wrist, rereading the
proclamation over and over. “It’s perfect.” He said softly. He remained sitting in his chair for a
moment before smiling at Minji again and rubbing the back of her head. He pulled her forward and
kissed her forehead before standing. “I’m gonna, um, bring the bags up.”

He rushed out of the kitchen, to the door to grab their bags, then up the stairs. Jimin
looked to his mom. “I’m gonna go check on him.” She gave a knowing nod. He paused to kneel
before Minji. “What a lovely and beautiful gift you gave him, Minnie.” He kissed her cheek and
hurried up the stairs.

Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed, the bags long forgotten just inside the door. Away
from everyone he finally allowed himself to break down. He held his hands together, staring at the
bracelet though the image was blurry through the tears. His chest constricted and his breaths turned
ragged. He’d never felt so loved in his life. He swallowed quickly and wiped his face with his
hands as he heard the door click shut behind him. “Honey.” Jimin’s soft voice called but Jungkook
couldn’t answer, certain that his voice would fail or all that would come out would be a full sob. He
watched Jimin’s feet come to stop in front of where he was hunched over himself. “Hey, it’s okay to
be emotional over that.” He squatted down and reached to push Jungkook’s hair away from his
face. Jungkook’s face was flushed, his eyes overflowing with hot tears.

“Ji-Jimin, I, oh God, I just…” he couldn’t form a full thought, so overcome with love.
His shoulders shook as he was overtaken by sobs once again. “I-I love h-her so m-much, Jimin.”

“And she loves you, darling, so much.” He lowered his face to try and catch Jungkook’s
gaze. “We both love you and can’t imagine our lives without you now.”

“M-me,” a shaky sob “e-either.”

 “Oh sweetheart,” Jimin said with an endeared smile. “You’re going to make yourself sick
if you can’t catch your breath baby—or at the very least you’re gonna have a mad case of the
hiccups.” Jungkook laughed as he wiped his eyes again and tried to slow his breaths. Jimin reached
out for Jungkook’s hand that had become newly adorned with Minji’s gift with his own hand
bearing a similar piece. “Look. We match now.” The statement just bringing about another wave of
sobs in Jungkook.

Jimin slipped on his suit jacket and dangled a variety of ties in front of himself. He kept
shaking his head and shuffling from foot to foot. “Babe, you about ready?” Jungkook asked as he
stepped out of the bathroom, doing his cufflinks.

Jimin pouted as he turned to him. “I don’t know what tie to wear.”

Jungkook stepped to him and ran his fingers under the lapel of Jimin’s jacket before
placing a gentle kiss to his mouth. “You know, I like the lavender one. Compliments your hair.” He
smiled before pulling away. “Don’t be nervous.”

Jimin chuckled, his anxiety clear. “Yeah, okay.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder,
meeting his eyes in the mirror hanging on the back of the walk-in closet’s door. “I’ll be with you
the whole time. And they’re going to love you.” Jimin snorted. “How could they not? I do.” He
turned his face to kiss Jimin’s cheek. “I’m gonna head down and make sure Yoongi and Hobi are all
set up for this evening.”

Jimin nodded and listened for Jungkook to head down the stairs. He evened his gaze in
the mirror and gave himself a mental pep-talk. This is fine. Jungkook has my back, he wants me to
meet his parents. This isn’t a surprise to them, they know about me and want to meet me too. I’m a
likeable person. Even if they don’t end up liking me—no, no they’ll like me—but if they don’t…
Jungkook loves me. It’ll be okay.

He straightened his tie and took a deep breath before heading downstairs. “Daddy!” Minji
gasped. “You look so nice!”

Jimin beamed. “Thank you Doodle-bug! You all ready for a movie night with Uncle Hobi
and Yoongi?”

Minji nodded as she climbed up next to Yoongi. “Mmhmm, but first Yoongi said we
could jam on the piano. I need to show him the new song Dad taught me!” Yoongi patted Minji’s
head with a soft smile.

Hoseok snorted next to Jungkook, “Now look who’s smitten, huh?” Jungkook turned to
him and chuckled lightly.

Jimin walked to the couch and kissed Minji’s forehead. “That sounds like a blast. Don’t
stay up too late though, bed by eight.” He looked to Yoongi and he nodded in understanding. “By
eight, Hobi.” Jimin repeated towards his best friend.
 Hoseok gasped. “What? I don’t know why you’d think I wouldn’t put her to bed on
time.” Jimin laughed as he shook his head. “It was one time! We can’t help it that we lost track of
time watching the endless number of Land Before Time movies!”

“Thanks guys. We should be back by…” Jimin looked to Jungkook.

“Probably by ten or so?” He shrugged. “We’ll text you.”

Jimin and Jungkook pulled up to the Oakwood Premier Hotel and passed the Mercedes
keys to the valet. The doorman ushered them in and they were met by the evening manager. “Ah,
good evening Mr. Jeon. Your parents have already arrived and are upstairs at Panoramic 65.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cho.” He reached for Jimin’s hand and led him to the elevator.

As the door slid closed Jimin leaned up to just under Jungkook’s ear. “Mr. Jeon.” He
teased lightly. “Mm, that’s kinda hot.”

Jungkook groaned. “Jimin.” He warned, not wanting to be sporting the start of a hard-on
when they met his parents for dinner.

“I’m just saying.” Jimin giggled just before the elevator chimed and the doors opened to
the sixty-fifth floor of the Jeon’s hotel. His laughter stopped abruptly and Jungkook reached for his
hand. His fingers slid effortlessly between Jungkook’s and he gave Jimin a reassuring squeeze.
Jimin swallowed thickly, allowing himself on last minute to be nervous before he evened his face
and squared his shoulders.

A dainty, but powerful looking woman waved from the bar. “Ah, that’s my mother.”
Jungkook said as he nodded towards her. He gave a small wave as he and Jimin made their way
over.

His mother slid from her stood and reached her hands out for Jungkook. “Ah, Jungkook!
It’s so wonderful to see you.” She kissed his cheeks and held him back at arm’s length to take in his
appearance. “You look great.” She smiled knowingly. “That must be due to this lovely man.” She
turned to Jimin.

Jimin gave a short bow to her. “Mrs. Jeon.” He greeted.

“Oh goodness, no.” Jungkook’s mother laughed lightly. “Aesook, please.” She smiled at
Jimin and motioned them to a nearby table. “Jinho, Jungkook’s father, will be right with us.” Jimin
pulled out Aesook’s chair and gently pushed it in as she sat. She raised her brow to Jungkook in
appreciation.

“Jimin, darling, I’m so glad you were able to make this evening work for dinner. Jinho
and I don’t often get a free evening so your accommodation is appreciated.” Aesook said as she
nodded to the bartender to bring a bottle of wine over.

Jungkook held Jimin’s hand on top of the table, rubbing small circles into his skin with
his thumb. “It wasn’t a problem at all. My schedule is fairly flexible.”
 “Ah, yes, you own and run a dojang.”

Before Jimin could answer a broad, imposing man approached the table. “Aesook, you
started without me?” Jimin stood quickly, deducing this was Jungkook’s father.

“Oh stop being dramatic, Love. We didn’t get far. This is Jimin. Jimin, dear, this is
Jinho.” Aesook smiled gently.

Jimin reached his hand out and firmly shook Jinho’s. “We’ve heard a lot about you,
Jimin. It’s nice to finally meet the man our Jungkook is so smitten with.” Jimin was unable to
prevent the slight blush that danced along his cheeks.

“Dad. Seriously?” Jungkook bemoaned.

His father laughed deeply as he motioned Jimin to sit back down as he leaned down and
kissed Aesook’s cheek before finding his own chair. As Jimin and Jungkook locked their hands on
the table again, Jinho’s gaze fell on their matching homemade bracelets. He didn’t say anything, but
the gaze did not go unnoticed by Jimin. He met Jinho’s eyes and they both smiled lightly. Jimin’s
anxious heart settled in that moment, assured that perhaps this meeting wouldn’t go nearly as badly
as he feared.

Chapter End Notes

The second part of the parental meeting will come in the next chapter!
 Chapter 28

“So Jimin, do you hold a degree at all?” Jinho asked as he speared another bite of meat. His tone
wasn’t judging or condescending but Jimin cringed slightly anyway. His own father made a point to
shame him on this topic at any given opportunity.

“Oh, no. I didn’t really have the time to go back for a degree after Minji came.” Jimin
cleared his throat and dropped his gaze from Jinho. Jungkook’s father nodded in thought.

“I imagine managing a business without a business degree can be challenging.” Jinho

continued.
 Aesook jumped in before Jimin could answer. “The Park Dojang has marvelous reviews,
dear. It would appear that Jimin is doing just fine without a degree.” She smiled sweetly at Jimin.

“Thank you. I, uh, outsource much of the management aspect of it.” He started to pull
and rub at his fingers below the table, Jungkook reached over and placed his hands over Jimin’s
fidgeting ones. A solid, silent assurance that it would be okay, there was nothing to be anxious
about.

“Grandma Kim mentioned that you had chatted with her about going to school next
semester.” Jinho said towards his son. Jungkook nodded. Jinho turned back to Jimin. “I’m sure
Jungkookie would be happy to help the dojang once he’s done with his degree.” He said with a
proud grin.

“He may have teasingly mentioned something along those lines on our first date.” Jimin
laughed.

Aesook lit up as she leaned forward. “Aw, tell us about your first date.”

Jimin looked to Jungkook and Jungkook was stunned speechless for a moment by the
love that radiated from Jimin as he gazed at him. He felt his ears burn as he smiled at his boyfriend.
“Hm, I mentioned it on our first date? Oh, so lunch wasn’t our first date?” Jungkook teased.

Jimin got flustered as he laughed. “I mean…no?” He hid his smile behind a closed fist,
his eyes still sparkling as he looked at Jungkook. “I didn’t even know you were gay then! How
could it have been a date?”

Jungkook looked towards his dad for a moment and laughed, “I told you people can’t
tell!” His father joined him in his laughter as his mom giggled beside him. It had been one of his
father’s earliest concerns when Jungkook had come out, was that people would be able to tell and
they wouldn’t be taken seriously anymore with a gay son. It wasn’t an easy journey to get to this
place, but Jungkook was glad they could laugh about it now.

“Okay, okay. So lunch wasn’t our first date.” He turned to his parents as he held Jimin’s
hand on top of the table. “I would consider our first official date to be when I took Jimin to Seoul,
but I believe he’s referring to when I took him and Minji to a little French Bistro after their
Taekwondo tournament.”

“He clearly used my love for Minji against me.” Jimin teased. “I was set on saying no
until he asked if he could take me and Minji.”

“You wanted to say no?” Jungkook’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open a bit.

“Wanted to? No.” Jimin assured with a smile. “Just…thought I should.” He stroked the
top of Jungkook’s thumb with the side of his. “I’m glad I didn’t.”

Jungkook’s parents had faded into the background as Jimin and Jungkook revisited the
development of their relationship. “Me too.” Jungkook raised their hands to his face and kissed
Jimin’s knuckles softly. He mouthed the words I love you against their hands with his eyes on
Jimin. Jimin mouthed them back without hesitation.

“Oh my God, Jinho, they’re the absolute cutest.” Aesook gushed, effectively snapping
Jimin and Jungkook’s attention back to their surroundings. Both of them flushed and downcast their
gazes from each other.

“You say that now, but just wait until you meet Minji.” Jungkook said, his excited bunny
smile spreading over his face.

“Oh, she’s absolutely darling, Jimin. We cannot wait to meet her.” Aesook breathed, her
large dark eyes—much like Jungkook’s, lighting up excitedly.

“I hope you don’t mind, I sent them a few pictures.” Jungkook said as he draped his arm
over the back of Jimin’s chair.

“No, of course not.” Jimin smiled towards Aesook and Jinho. “We’re excited for you to
meet her as well. Kookie had mentioned that perhaps tomorrow would work for you to meet her?”

“Oh, that was supposed to have worked, but I have to make a trip to Seoul tomorrow as
one of the managers of Chosun just bailed on us and we need to rearrange staff.” Aesook frowned.

“Oh. Well, things happen. I understand.” Jimin assured, though his heart dropped a bit.
Jungkook’s parents had been so sweet and welcoming the past few hours, he knew Minji would
enjoy meeting them. He pursed his lips and pondered for a moment why Kookie always talked
about his parents being emotionally inept. They seemed alright. Perhaps that was due to his own
relationships with his parents. Damn near anything was better than Admiral Park.

“Minji’s turning six on Thursday, we’re having a party Saturday. You’re both welcome to
come.” Jungkook said. “We’d really like you to meet her before the wedding as I’m sure we’ll be
ridiculously busy—all three of us being in the wedding.”

Jinho looked to Aesook. “I think we could probably shuffle some things around, delegate
some stuff out and be available Saturday.” Jimin appreciated the effort and smiled to Jungkook.
Jinho turned back to them. “And your parents will be there as well?”

Jimin pulled his lower lip under his teeth and chewed lightly. “My mother will be there.
My father, uh, he’s having a difficult time…accepting my relationship with Kook.”

Jungkook evened his face. “He’s having a hard time accepting you, Jimin. I just happen
to be the reality check that forced him to face the truth.”

Jimin sighed. “Yeah, well…”

Aesook reached across the table and gently placed her hand on Jimin’s forearm. “I’m
sorry, Jimin. Jinho and I weren’t perfect with Jungkook at first either. Maybe he just needs time?”

“I doubt it, but I guess you never know.” He looked up to Aesook and Jinho, he bit his lip
and glanced to Jungkook before braving the question. “What…what was it that got you to, you
know, get better with Kookie?”

Jinho looked to Aesook before he started to chuckle. “You mean, aside from my mother
in law lecturing me for hours?” Aesook gently smacked his forearm.

“Jinho and I…we worried, about how people would take it. There have always been
certain expectations in our circles, you know?” Jimin nodded. “We didn’t ‘out’ him – is that the
term?—” Jungkook smiled and nodded. “But we didn’t prevent him from dating and people started
to talk.”

“Despite our standing, some of the people we socialized with started to shun us,
whispering behind our backs, making snide comments to our faces. It would have been easy to take
it out on Jungkook, but instead it made us realize how isolated he must have felt.” He gave an
apologetic frown to his son. “We didn’t want to be any part of making our son feel like he wasn’t
the same kid he’d always been.”

“Though, to be fair, we probably weren’t doing very well even before he came out.
Always working. I’m sure you understand that, Jimin.” Aesook said.

Jimin nodded. “It’s definitely a hard balance to maintain. Jungkook turned out wonderful
though, so…” He smiled at his partner and rubbed his knee.

“My mother’s doing, I’m sure.” Aesook laughed. Jungkook raised his brow in a ‘like I
said’ motion to Jimin. “But clearly, your parents did okay with you.” Jimin blushed and laughed
uncomfortably.

“So, where is Minji tonight?” Jinho asked, sensing that a shift away from the current
topic might be beneficial.

“Oh, Yoongi and Hoseok are watching her.” Jungkook said. “Remember, Yoongi? He was
my neighbor a few doors down?”

“Ah, yes, the music store owner. Quiet guy.” Aesook said as she smiled lightly.

“That’s him.” Jungkook took a drink of wine and smiled. “Minji worked her charms on
him as well and he likes watching her on occasion so they can ‘jam’ together on the piano.”

“I think it’s adorable how you giving her piano lessons led to such a lovely thing between
the two of you. And now your best friends are friends as well.” Aesook smiled at them. Jimin and
Jungkook smirked at each other—yeah, friends, okay. “The world works in mysterious ways, hm?”

“He’d been crushing on me for months before then.” Jimin teased.

Jungkook laughed beside him. “Come on! You’re not supposed to embarrass me in front
of my parents!” Jinho chuckled and Aesook tried to hide her giggles behind her hand.

“So I probably shouldn’t tell them how you also spent those months gushing about me to
Namjoon?” His smile was playful.

Jungkook shook his head before reaching out to lightly pinch Jimin’s side, making Jimin
burst into a round of giggles. “You’re the worst.” Jungkook laughed.

“And Namjoon never told you about it, Jimin?” Jinho chuckled.

“I’m sure he would have, had Jungkook known my name. He literally just called me
‘cold brew sweet cream’ after my coffee order. And since Joon didn’t know my coffee drink of
choice he never put two and two together.”

Jungkook groaned. “Kill me now.”

 “I really like your parents.” Jimin laughed as they waited for the valet to bring Jimin’s car
back.

Jungkook held him tightly by his waist and leaned down to kiss the side of his temple.
“Of course you do. They really like you too.”

“They seem to have made quite a bit of progress in having more of an emotional
connection to you.”

Jungkook hummed in thought. “They’ve tried. Sometimes they’re still a bit distracted,
but I get it. Things got better when I moved out. Maybe because now when we talk it’s because we
want to more than have to? I don’t know for sure. But it’s nice.”

“I hope they come Saturday.” Jimin said softly.

“They’re going to adore Minji.” Jungkook paused and looked at Jimin while he bit his
lip.

“What is it?”

“I, um.” He avoided Jimin’s gaze and cleared his throat. “You should probably know that
when I had first told them about Minji…I, uh, I said she was your daughter. But then, um.” He took
a deep breath. “But then corrected it to our daughter.” He turned to Jimin, where he stood, face
unreadable. “I’m sorry, it just…it’s just she—”

“Our daughter?” Jungkook gulped, keeping his mouth shut but nodded. Jimin took a deep
breath.

“I’m sor—” Jimin shook his head with his hand held up, shutting Jungkook up.

“You know what you’re doing, Kook?” He said, his gaze intense on him. “I need you to
take a minute and consider what you said. I love you, Minji loves you, and yeah, she calls you Dad,
and we all live together, but…Fuck, Kook, you can’t just say that. Five years, Kook. I’ve been
raising her alone for five years. And in less than six months you want to say she’s ours? You think
that doesn’t carry some immense weight?”

“I know.” Jungkook’s voice was small. Jimin remained quiet, thoughts stewing in his
mind.

“What does being a parent mean to you, Kook? What does it mean to you to say she’s our
daughter?” His car was brought up and he stepped away from Jungkook. He walked to the driver’s
side, thanked the valet with a tip and got in. He waited for Jungkook to take his seat and pulled
away.

Jungkook took his time to think. What did it mean to him to say that Minji was their
daughter? What was his definition of being a parent? He turned to look at Jimin, who was breathing
deeply, his jaw clenching, but Jungkook didn’t miss the shining of tears in his eyes either. “Baby,”
Jungkook said softly as he reached out to touch Jimin’s arm. “I would do anything for you and
Minji. You know that, don’t you?” Jimin gave one single nod. “I’ve always wanted to be a parent,
Jimin. And I honestly can’t believe I got so lucky to not just have your affections, but to have hers
as well. Being a parent—to me—means moments where my heart stops and stutters because I’m so
amazed by her, where I laugh so hard I want to cry, and where I cry so hard I want to laugh. It’s
about being scared of everything that could possibly go wrong but wanting to go all in anyway. It’s
about rearranging schedules, dealing with illnesses and injuries, teaming up to conquer events and
obligations, cheering so loud that it embarrasses the shit out of you and her. It’s about making
decisions around what’s best for her and for us as a family instead about what’s best for me. It’s
about learning to say no to those huge, bright eyes and full pouts.”

Jimin let a small laugh slip. “Yeah, good luck with that.” He glanced to Jungkook. “I
have two with those big doe eyes and pouts to contend with now.”

“I’m not done.” Jungkook said seriously. “Saying Minji is our daughter means everything
to me, Jimin. It means that I’m there for you, and you’re there for me. We have each other’s backs
and we always have Minji’s. It means you can move on, Jimin. Because you have a partner now,
you’re not alone. I get that it wasn’t appropriate, it was too soon and I should have asked you—”

Jungkook was cut off by Jimin swerving quickly to the shoulder of the road and putting
the car in park. He turned to Jimin; his eyes wide in surprise. Jimin turned to Jungkook, he shook
his head lightly as the tears started. “Stop.” He whispered.

Jungkook remained still, anxiety clawing through his chest. He hated upsetting Jimin, and
he should have known that this would upset him. He had acted recklessly—again. Jimin shakily
touched the top of Jungkook’s hand. “I love you.” Jimin whispered. “I can’t say t-that what you
said doesn’t have me a bit rattled.” He released a long breath. “And I’m slightly terrified as to what
this all means. If you know—really know that this is what you want…” He met Jungkook’s eyes
and bit his lip. “You’re her Dad, and I’m her Daddy. I think that makes her our daughter.”

Jungkook lurched forward and grabbed Jimin by the sides of his head before crashing his
lips against his. Jimin whimpered into Jungkook’s mouth as he fisted his shirt. “Our daughter.”
Jungkook sighed as he tasted the salt of their tears on their lips. Jimin pecked his lips again.

“I might not be good at this co-parenting thing, Kook. It’s been me and her for so long.
But I’m going to try, ok?” His brow knitted in worry. “I’ll likely forget to check with you when I
agree or disagree with something regarding her. I might not take well to you disciplining her. And
I’m not sure I’ll ever let you fully lead on anything regarding her. But I promise I’ll try.”

“Well, so far I think we’ve done pretty well on the whole trying thing.” Jungkook smiled.

Jimin licked his lips and his eyes darkened. “I think I’d like to try something else
tonight.” Jungkook’s heart thumped and his breath shortened. Jimin ran his hand through
Jungkook’s hair and cupped his face before he leaned in. He placed his lips just over Jungkook’s
before dropping his voice. “I want to make love to you, Kookie.” He pressed his lips to his, licking
along his upper lip. “Can we try that?” Jungkook nodded, his voice stolen by sheer anticipation and
desire. “Good. Let’s go home.”
 Chapter 29

The rest of the drive home was electrified, anticipation crackling between them. Jimin kept his
hand firmly locked with Jungkook’s, worried that if he let go he’d lose his nerve. Jungkook kept
bringing his hand to his mouth, ghosting kisses along Jimin’s knuckles. He watched him as he
drove, eyes focused on the road but breathing a touch heavier than usual. Jungkook worried his lip,
it hadn’t been but a few days since Jimin voiced his feelings of self-disappointment in the fact that
they hadn’t had sex yet. While Jungkook was aching to feel Jimin completely, he certainly didn’t
want him to feel obligated.
 Jimin glanced over at him and chuckled lightly. “Don’t look at me like that.” He pursed
his lips. “I know what you’re thinking. But don’t. I want to, Kookie.”

“Promise?” Jungkook asked quietly. Jimin paused and that was enough to get Jungkook
shuffling in his seat. “Ji—”

“Kookie.” Jimin squeezed his hand and then placed a solid kiss to the inside of
Jungkook’s wrist before nibbling it lightly, pulling a soft groan from Jungkook. “I promise I want
to. I can’t lie though, I’m mildly terrified.” He laughed. “But I’m ready, Kookie. If you’re ready.”

“Hey!” Hoseok greeted as Jimin and Jungkook entered the front door. “How did
everything go?”

Jimin licked his lips as he looked to Jungkook, they’d have to pause things for a few
more moments. “It went really well, I think.” Jimin said.

“My parents are in love with him.” Jungkook laughed.

“No surprise there.” Yoongi chuckled deeply as he stood from the couch and stretched.
“Minji’s been out since about eight thirty. Fully fed, washed, and read to.” He reported with a
warm, gentle smile. And Hobi’s face while witnessing said smile screamed whipped to anyone who
saw it.

“I want to hear all about how everything went.” Hoseok gushed as he moved to head
back to the living room

Yoongi grabbed him by the wrist, glancing between Jimin and Jungkook with a smirk.
“Hobi, it’s late—”

“It’s only eleven—”

“It’s late, Hobi, we should go.” He pulled him back to the entryway and motioned for him
to get his shoes on. “We’ll catch up with them on Saturday before the party.” He looked back to
Jungkook as Hobi tied his shoes. Jungkook mouthed thank you and Yoongi gave a nod with a
knowing smile. Jimin gave both of them a heartfelt hug for watching Minji. Jimin and Jungkook
bid their friends a good night from the threshold, gave a last wave and stepped back inside. Jimin
slammed the door shut with the force of pushing Jungkook’s back into it as he captured Jungkook’s
lips. He slipped his hand past Jungkook’s torso and turned the deadbolt.

Jungkook pulled his mouth from Jimin’s, gasping as he ran his hands through Jimin’s
hair. His knees already felt weakened and it felt as though every last cell in his body was trembling.
He gulped as he tried to center himself. Jimin looked up at him, eyes wide and face flushed. Jimin’s
hands trailed along the sides of Jungkook’s body, before they wrapped around the curve of his hips.
He pulled Jungkook closer to him as he slid his thigh between Jungkook’s legs. He gave one slow,
deliberate roll of his hips as he brought his mouth the side of Jungkook’s neck. “Fuck.” Jungkook
moaned, his head thrown back against the door.
 “I want you.” Jimin sighed as he rolled his hips again, his dick crying for more friction.
“I want you so…” Another press of his hips before he reached between them and popped the button
of his pants. “…damn…bad.”

Jungkook chuckled lightly. “If you don’t stop that with your hips I’m bound to come in
my pants right here.”

Jimin pulled back, his eyes squinted up as he giggled. He bit his lip and then licked it as
he stepped away from Jungkook. He placed his hand to the top of Jungkook’s pants and gave a tug.
“Well, then, come on.” He turned away from him and sashayed towards the stairway. Jungkook
shook his head as he watched, entranced by the way Jimin walked—confident, seductive, strong.
Jimin looked over his shoulder and quirked a brow before Jungkook hastily followed. They paused
at Minji’s door, peaked in and smiled lovingly at their sleeping baby.

As Jimin followed Jungkook into their room and closed the door, the anxiety clutched at
him again. He swallowed thickly as he watched Jungkook loosen his tie and toss it towards the
dresser. Jimin chewed his bottom lip for a moment, convincing himself not to say anything about
the fact that Jungkook could have hung it on the closet doorknob—closer to its final destination—
instead of just throwing it to the ground, where they’d have to pick it up later. Now was not the
time to nitpick habits. Instead he stepped to him, pulled his shirt from the already unbuttoned pants
and then worked to unbutton his shirt.

Jungkook placed his hands over Jimin’s. “Baby, you’re shaking.”

Jimin paused and met Jungkook’s gaze. “I know.”

“Let me help.” Jungkook said softly before lowering his lips to Jimin’s forehead. Jimin
kept his hands loosely draped over Jungkook’s wrists as he undid his shirt. Jimin brought his lightly
trembling hands up to push the shirt off Jungkook’s broad shoulders, he trailed them back over his
bare arms, shoulders and chest before he reached up and locked behind Jungkook’s head to pull
him in to a kiss. He tilted his head and lightly bit Jungkook’s bottom lip before soothing it with a
gentle run of his tongue over the bite.

Jungkook moaned against Jimin’s lips as he reached for Jimin’s tie. He continued to kiss
him as he fully undid it then tossed it to the bed. Jimin’s heart was racing, the small of his back
damp with anxious sweat. Jungkook paused and pulled away, his lips a breath away from Jimin’s.
He stroked the apple of Jimin’s cheek. “I love you so much.”

Jungkook felt Jimin’s reply more than he heard it, his lips moving against his. Jungkook
stepped back and shimmied out of his pants. He lowered himself onto the foot of their bed then
scooted back, never taking his eyes off Jimin. He was achingly hard, overcome with anticipation—
desperate to have Jimin all over him, but knowing he needed to be patient.

Jimin evened his gaze on his boyfriend as he stripped himself of his shirt and undid his
pants. He stepped out of his pants and crawled over Jungkook’s body, taking small moments to kiss
and praise every inch. He mouthed at the inside of Jungkook’s thighs as he danced his fingertips
over his abs. Jungkook’s breaths shortened and he whimpered lightly with a thrust of his hips. “So
impatient.” Jimin chuckled, his hot breath tickling Jungkook’s dick through the thin material of his
boxers. He leaned forward and kissed the right side of Jungkook’s hip, then his left.

Jungkook dropped his hands to Jimin’s head, gently stroking and carding through his hair.
He closed his eyes, willing himself to breathe deeper and calm down but the way Jimin drug his
body over Jungkook’s, excruciatingly focused on the friction of crotch against crotch proved the
task to be impossible. “Baby.” Jungkook whined. “Shit.” He locked his hands on Jimin’s hips once
he was high enough up and pulled him flush against his body, pushing his erection against
Jungkook’s throbbing dick. Jimin threw his head back and gasped as Jungkook locked his legs
around him. “Please, touch me.”

Jimin lowered his face to the crook of Jungkook’s neck. His skin was salty as Jimin
licked and bit it, sucking small bruises into where Jungkook’s neck met his shoulder. He stroked
Jungkook’s arm and then along his side before he pulled his hips up and away enough to slip his
hand between them. He traced the outline of Jungkook’s erection with the tips of his fingers,
drawing out a long groan of frustration from Jungkook. He chuckled against his skin before he
allowed his hand to dip beyond the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers and grasp his desperate dick.

Jungkook couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips when Jimin’s hand wrapped around him.
“Mmm, fuck, baby.” He sighed. Jungkook reached down to push his boxers off his hips, Jimin
helping him when he couldn’t reach beyond his mid-thigh.

“Look at you.” Jimin murmured as he leaned up on his knees, hand still wrapped around
Jungkook’s hard-on. Jungkook’s chest heaved, the glistening of sweat accentuating each
movement. He rolled his head back and held his lip firmly under his teeth. Jimin learned
shockingly quick the things he liked, and he knew Jimin would undoubtedly take care of him
through this as well. Maybe they should have had him top Jimin for their first time, at least then
one of them would know what they were doing. But Jungkook shook the thought from his head.
Knowing that their first time would be each of their first times experiencing something made it
better—more meaningful to him, and he was sure to Jimin as well.

Jimin pulled his body away from Jungkook’s but kept a hold of his dick. He stretched his
body as far as he could to reach his bedside table. Jungkook laughed beside him when he saw what
he was doing. “Baby? Want me to get it?” He teased.

“I wanted you to be able to just lay there and enjoy.” Jimin said as he willed his fingers to
grow just a couple more inches. Jungkook sat up some and turned to reach into the drawer. He
pulled out their lube and quirked his lip up at Jimin. “Stop.” Jimin laughed as he took the bottle
from Jungkook’s hand.

Jimin placed his open palm on Jungkook’s chest and pushed him back into the mess of
pillows behind him as he snapped open the bottle. Jimin lowered his lips to Jungkook’s again,
pressing against them slowly, languidly, appreciating every curve and dip of Jungkook’s mouth. “I
love you.” He whispered.

“I love you.” Jungkook promised as he arched into Jimin’s hold and dropped his knees to
the side. Jungkook bared himself—body and soul—to Jimin and trusted that it was okay to do so.
Jimin ran his hand over Jungkook’s abs, to his hip and down the inside of his thigh. He removed his
hand and coated his fingers with lube, rubbing for a few seconds to take the worst of the chill out.
“I love you so much.” Jungkook breathed as Jimin rubbed around his now slicked up hole, gently,
patiently.

“You’re sure?” Jimin asked as his first finger breeched Jungkook’s rim.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking you that?” Jungkook chuckled, then drew in a
quick breath as the first waves of pleasure started rolling through his body from the deliberate
strokes of Jimin’s fingers.
 “I’m sure.” Jimin breathed against Jungkook’s neck. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”

Jungkook’s breaths quickened as Jimin pushed a second finger in and stretched him
further. “…doesn’t hurt, baby…so good, f-feels so good.”

Jimin rutted against Jungkook as he started to roll his hips against Jimin’s hand, seeking
more. Jungkook could feel how hot and heavy Jimin was already, pre-cum oozing from the head
and coating Jungkook’s bare thigh. Jungkook threw his head back, groaning as he fucked himself
back on Jimin’s hand. Jimin’s cheeks flushed at the obscene sounds of both Jungkook’s groans and
moans as well as the squelching of lube as he continued to thrust his fingers into his boyfriend. “M-
more, fuck baby, need more, please.” Jimin squirted more lube at their juncture before pressing a
third finger into Jungkook, dumbfounded at Jungkook’s ability to accommodate. “Yes! Yes, yes
baby, shit.” Jungkook thrashed under him, his back arching.

“Hold on sweetheart.” Jimin breathed as he pulled his hand away from Jungkook.
Jungkook’s eyes snapped open. “Shhh…” Jimin hushed as he placed his mouth to the side of
Jungkook’s neck. He trailed kisses to his ear. “I want you to come on my dick, baby, not my hand.”

“Oh my God.” Jungkook choked on a sob.

“You want that?” He teasingly pressed his hand back to Jungkook’s hole, barely pushing
inside.

“Shit, baby, yes. Fuck please Jimin. Please.” Jungkook needed to feel him—all of him.
He arched his back up, desperate to be closer.

Jimin hesitated. Jungkook opened his eyes to see Jimin worrying his lip between his
teeth. “What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

“What’s the best…way?” His lip quirked up in a smile.

“Mmm,” Jungkook started. “We can’t try all the ways?” He teased with a laugh. Jimin’s
eyes lit up as he laughed along.

Jimin pinched Jungkook’s nipple, eliciting a shocked yelp. “I’m serious! I really don’t
want to hurt you, baby.”

Jungkook sat up and kissed Jimin softly before rolling over and getting on his hands and
knees. Jimin groaned at the sight, his dick hardening beyond what he ever thought was humanly
possible. “Holy shit.” He whimpered as Jungkook brought his hand back and grasped the flesh of
his own ass and spread himself open. Jimin’s hands reached out to run over the fleshy globes in
appreciation, a thumb dropping between his crack to press inside, just a reminder of what was
coming. Jungkook groaned and pushed back. “I want to be able to see you, Kook.” Jimin
whispered. “I need to see you.”

Jungkook’s heart stuttered as he rolled back over. “I want to see you too.” He whispered.
“We’ll go slow in this position, okay?”

Jimin nodded as he caressed Jungkook’s hip and pushed his leg up, exposing his wet hole
to him. Jimin stroked himself as he gazed down at Jungkook. “So beautiful.” Jungkook watched
him intently as Jimin smoothed a condom over himself, coating it in more lube before shuffling
closer on his knees. He bit his lip and raised his brow before releasing a long breath. “Whew.
Ready?”

Jungkook nodded. “For you, yes.”

They struggled, the lube making it difficult to keep things lined up enough to push in.
Every time Jimin pushed forward his dick slid forward or backwards, never quite hitting the mark.
Jimin laughed and groaned in frustration. “’m sorry baby, hold on.” He pulled back and pressed his
fingers back to Jungkook’s wanting hole. As he opened him back up he brought the head of his dick
back up and just as he slid his fingers out, he pushed the head forward. They both gasped as Jimin
finally breeched Jungkook’s rim.

Jungkook panted, “Hold on, wait.” He took a few deep breaths, running his hands
through Jimin’s damp hair. “Oh my God.” Tears welled in his eyes.

“Fuck, did I hurt you? Hold on I can pull out.” Jimin’s heart broke at the sight of
Jungkook’s tears.

Jungkook urgently shook his head. “No! Baby, no…no, you didn’t…h-hurt me. I just…it
burns? A little? I’m okay. Just…hold on. Don’t leave.” The last statement bringing the tears back.
“D-don’t leave.” He was laid open, exposed in every sense of the word as Jimin remained still,
waiting for the okay to continue. Jimin’s thighs trembled and sweat ran down his neck and chest as
he held back, the sensation of Jungkook tightly wrapped around him bringing him to the brink
before he could even fully enter him.

Jungkook’s brow slowly evened out, no longer knitted in discomfort. He opened his eyes
and met Jimin’s gaze and nodded. Jimin leaned forward to press his forehead against Jungkook’s
before kissing him softly as he pushed in further. “Oh my – fuck, Kookie, oh my God.” He dropped
his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck as he fought to breathe.

“Ji-jimin, shit, move, more, please need more.” Jungkook gasped.

“Can’t. Don’t wanna come yet.” Jimin choked on a laugh.

Jungkook hummed, the sound vibrating against Jimin. “Do I feel that good?” He teased.

“You have no idea.” Jimin groaned as he pulled back a bit and pushed back in. “Fuck.”
Jungkook gasped and moaned, locking his ankles behind Jimin, pulling him closer as he arched up.
Jimin rolled his hips again, relishing the sensation of being wrapped in Jungkook’s tight heat. His
belly coiled too quickly, knowing he wouldn’t last long.

Jimin sat up on his knees, hoisted Jungkook’s thighs into his lap as he continued to thrust
into him. Jungkook’s head fell back as he continued to sigh and moan and urge Jimin on.
Jungkook’s hand dropped and stroked his own aching dick as Jimin fought to hold on, his climax
threatening to cut the experience short. Jimin’s hands dug into the flesh of Jungkook’s hips and ass
as he quickened his pace. “Holy shit, Kookie, I’m—fuck, I’m gon—”

“I know.” Jungkook gasped. “’s ok, I’m almost—t-there.”

Jimin growled as his hips stuttered into Jungkook as his orgasm overtook him. He
chanted a string of curse words as he filled the condom between them, pushing Jungkook to let go,
his come slathering over his chest. “Oh my God.” Jimin fell forward, his breath shaking and body
trembling as Jungkook embraced him.

Jungkook didn’t know for sure if it was sweat or tears that ran down his neck as Jimin
remained there, his voice weak, “Kookie, I love you. I love you so much.”

Jungkook ran his hand over Jimin’s head, soaked with sweat. “I love you, Jimin. So
fucking much.” He kissed the crown of his head. “I’ve never…that was…you’re incredible.” He
ran his hand over Jimin’s arm as his heart slowly calmed.

Jimin leaned up and Jungkook knew without a doubt it had been tears that slid down his
neck. He reached up to wipe under Jimin’s eyes. “I’m okay.” He whispered before placing his lips
to Jungkook’s. He gently pulled out of Jungkook, both of them cringing at the loss.

He tied the condom off and tossed it towards the bathroom. Jungkook’s lip quirked.
“Don’t even say it.” Jimin laughed. “Just, hold me.”

“Thank you, Jimin. For, you know, being my first.”

“Mmm.” Jimin sighed as he snuggled into Jungkook’s side. “I hope to be your last.” He
mumbled as he felt himself drift towards sleep.

Jungkook listened as Jimin’s breaths evened out before he kissed his head again, “You
will be. It’ll always be you.” Jimin smiled against him because he knew it would always be
Jungkook for him, too.
 Chapter 30
Chapter Notes

Sorry for the wait!!

HAPPY 6th BIRTHDAY MINJI

HAPPY 6th BIRTHDAY BTS!!
“Kook! I told you twenty minutes ago to go pick up the cupcakes!” Jimin yelled from the kitchen
where he was putting together fruit and veggie trays.

“You know, I seem to recall someone saying that we should pick them up yesterday. But
someone else said it’d be fine, that we’d have plenty of time.” Jungkook huffed as he entered the
kitchen, his arms filled with stuffed party favor bags. “Who would have thought our daughter
would put so much thought into who had what colored plastic sunglasses.” He chuckled lightly,
peering into one of the bags.

“She’s quite considerate.” Jimin agreed. “Now, could you be considerate and go get the
cupcakes?” Jimin’s voice was tinged with mild panic. He was always a touch particular, wanting
everything done to his specifications, but events really took their toll on him. Before Jungkook
could answer—either to defend himself or comfort Jimin—the doorbell rang. “People are already
showing up? Oh Goddammit.” Jimin’s anxiety intensified.

“Baby, calm down, it’s okay.” Jungkook said as he followed Jimin to the front door, a soft
knowing smile on his lips.

“Hello my lovelies!” Hoseok greeted happily as he rushed in and hugged Jimin. “We
come bearing gifts!” He laughed. Jimin looked beyond Hoseok where Yoongi stood, his arms
holding a box of cupcakes. Jimin turned his head to Jungkook and the cheeky bastard pursed his
lips and blew him a kiss. Jimin shook his head but mouthed a heartfelt thank you.

“Thank you!” Jimin gushed as he took the box from Yoongi. He ushered them in and
soon the sound of excited footsteps filled the stairway.

“Uncle Hobi!!” Minji squealed as she ran towards him. Hoseok scooped her up and
kissed her cheek. “Uncle Hobi.” She turned serious.

“Yes, niece Minji.” Hobi replied, his voice low.

“I’m six Uncle Hobi.”

Hoseok chuckled as he squeezed her. “Yes you are, sweet girl. Yes you are.”

Yoongi went in search of Kakuna after surrendering the box of cupcakes. He found her
back by the piano. He knelt and she waddled over to him. He scooped her up and went back to the
rest of the group, his hand mindlessly rubbing between her ears. “You really miss us, don’t you?”
Jungkook said when he saw Yoongi lavishing Kakuna in affection.

“I miss her.” Yoongi quipped.

Jungkook laughed and shook his head. “No, you miss us.” He watched as Yoongi’s lip
quirked up and he knew he was right. “It’s alright, Yoon, I miss you too.” He turned back to his
frazzled boyfriend. “Alright, Love, what do you need me to do?”

Jimin looked around, taking stock of what had already been done and what was still on
the list of to-do’s. “Can you make the punch quick? The bowl is on the top shelf in the pantry, soda
and juice in the fridge and sorbet—”

“In the freezer.” Jungkook interrupted before pressing his lips to Jimin’s cheek. “I got it.
Why don’t you go finish getting ready?”
 “Is this not proper party attire?” Jimin teased while motioning to his t-shirt and pajama
pants.

Jungkook smacked his butt playfully. “Go, get dressed.”

Once Jimin was upstairs Jungkook got to work on the punch. “So, how did everything go
with your parents?” Yoongi asked as he sat at the counter with Kakuna. Hoseok was in the
backyard with Minji, where she was showing him the games they would all play.

“They love him.” Jungkook smiled. “I’m not sure it could have gone much better.”

“Seemed there was some tension when you guys got back.” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed with
a small smirk on his lips.

Jungkook felt his ears burn. “We’re not talking about that now. Or ever.” He cleared his
throat. “But, um, thank you for encouraging Hobi to head home.”

At that Yoongi’s deep chuckle rolled out of him, “I fucking knew it.” He patted Jungkook
on the shoulder. “And you’re welcome. I wanted to get him home anyway, for much the same
reason I imagine.” Jungkook laughed. “Good times, yeah?” He teased.

“Ugh, shut up.” He scowled at Yoongi but his ears burned as he recalled the night and
how intense the whole experience was. He cleared his throat. “Mom and Dad are coming today. To
meet Minji.” He said, desperate to change the topic. Minji’s sixth birthday party was certainly not
going to be the place he talked to his best friend about losing his ‘second’ virginity.

“And to meet Jimin’s mom then, too.”

Jungkook’s large doe eyes widened even further. “Yep.” He chewed his lip before
releasing a long breath.

“Nothing like doing everything all at once.” Yoongi chuckled.

“It’s stressing Jimin out, bad.” Jungkook said as he finished the punch and cleaned up all
the spilled soda and sorbet. Yoongi watched, amused. “What?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Nothing. Just, you’ve picked up some habits.”

Jungkook looked down to the washcloth in his hand and his face flushed again. “Jimin
likes a clean house.”

Yoongi chuckled. “And you like a happy Jimin. I get it.”

“Yoongi!!” Minji called as she and Hobi came back inside. “Dad taught me a new song!
Come on, come listen!” She excitedly reached for Yoongi’s hand and he accepted, easing himself
off the kitchen stool and placing Kakuna back on the ground. Jungkook pulled the large ice ring of
fruit juice from the freezer and dropped it into the punch bowl just before Jimin rounded the corner
of the staircase.

“Thank you so much sweetheart.” He said as he came to Jungkook’s side and placed his
lips to the corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry for being so snippy.”
 “It’s okay. It’s a bit of a big day for us, hm?” He asked as he cupped Jimin’s face. “Mom
said she and Dad should be here in about twenty minutes.” Jimin nodded, his eyes a bit wild. “Hey,
hey, it’s gonna be just fine.” He pulled Jimin tightly against him, kissing the top of his head as
Jimin nodded.

The doorbell rang again and Jimin pulled away. “Alright, let’s get this party started.”

Minji had a total of four classmate friends, their parents, Yoongi and Hoseok, as well as
Jin and Namjoon bustling about the backyard before Jungkook’s parents arrived. Jimin locked his
hand with Jungkook’s as they opened the door. “Ah, my boys!” Aesook said happily as she reached
to pull Jimin into an embrace first before turning to Jungkook. Jungkook flushed at the amount of
affection lavished on Jimin and raised his brow to his father.

“She’s been absolutely beside herself today.” Jinho laughed. “She would have been here
by six a.m. had I not held her back.” He patted Jimin’s shoulder with a small rub. “Good to see you
again, Jimin.”

“Well, come in. Everyone’s out back, but we can give you a quick tour if you’d like.”
Jimin said as he glanced around, hoping that the party hadn’t taken too much of a toll on the house
yet.

“That would be lovely, dear, thank you.” Aesook said as she hooked her arm into the
crook of Jimin’s elbow. Jungkook and Jinho followed a step behind.

Jinho leaned in towards his son. “Your mother has been gushing about him non-stop for
days.” He chuckled.

“I know what that’s like. He has that effect on people.”

“I can hear you.” Jimin and Aesook said in unison. Aesook leaned into Jimin’s side as
she laughed lightly. Jimin led them to through the living room towards Minji’s art/playroom but
Jinho’s voice stopped them.

“Jungkook…these are—I mean, they…” Jinho flicked his gaze from the wall to
Jungkook to where his wife stood with Jimin. “Your photos...” His gaze traveled along the wall,
taking in moments Jinho knew well as they were pictures of their family and events. They were
sprinkled in among photos that were clearly Jimin’s—Minji as an infant, Jimin as a young boy, and
his family. The blend was seamless.

“Oh, look at this one he got at Minji’s Kindergarten graduation!” Jimin said excitedly as
he pointed to the one of Minji accepting her award. “Jungkookie always captures the moment just
right.”

“That’s her ‘most influential student’ award.” Jungkook explained, proud smiles on both
his and Jimin’s faces. “Oh! Here’s when we went to the Grand Park Cherry Blossom Festival.”
Jungkook motioned to a large collage of prints from that day – the image of Jimin and Minji
walking into the park, the fluttering petals, the candid picture of Jimin and Jungkook reaching for
Minji, the stolen forehead kiss at the bridge with Minji between them, and finally the three of them
smiling happily against the bridge the pastel petals dancing in the breeze behind them.
 “Jungkook, darling, these are beautiful. You make an absolutely stunning family.”
Aesook said with a light touch to Jungkook’s arm.

“Ah, let me show you more of the house, I could end up staying here for days going
through all the pictures I have of Minnie.” Jimin laughed. He showed them Minji’s art room, then
the study where Jungkook’s piano found a home.

“So you’re still doing lessons for Minji, then?” Jinho asked as he trailed his hand over the
small upright piano.

“Absolutely. Though Jimin doesn’t pay me anymore.” He teased. “Not that I ever really
wanted him to.”

“Such a pushover.” Jimin laughed. “Not a ton to see upstairs, just Minnie’s room which I
hope isn’t a disaster, our room, two bathrooms and a guest room.” Jinho looked to Aesook, his face
even as Jimin’s words sunk in. In theory they had understood the concept of living together, but to
hear ‘our room’ was a solid reality check. “But, I mean, if you want to see…” He left it open for a
second. “Or, I’d love to just introduce you to her, if you’re ready?”

Aesook smiled at Jinho then Jimin. “We’re definitely ready.” She reached out just as
Jimin turned to head out back. “Jimin!” she called, urgency painting the edge of her demure voice.
He turned back to her, his eyes widened in concern. “Um, wh-what will Minji call us?”

Jimin drew his gaze from Aesook to Jungkook. Jungkook smiled as he stepped to Jimin’s
side. “We found that letting Minji decide is usually the best course of action. You might end up
Aesook and Jinho, or grandma and grandpa, or papa and grammy, really any variation is possible.
Are you okay with whatever she decides?”

“Of course, yes, that sounds perfectly fine. I just, I wasn’t sure.” Aesook smiled gently
and nodded indicating that they were ready. She reached for her husband’s hand and grasped
tightly. They had considered their likelihood of being grandparents close to impossible with
Jungkook’s sexuality. The sudden introduction of a granddaughter rattled them a bit more than they
were willing to admit to Jimin and Jungkook. They knew they had been far from perfect parents for
Jungkook, and they were aching to be better grandparents, but had doubts in their abilities.

Jimin stepped through the patio door first. A small cry of “Daddy!” Hit their ears and
they watched as a small girl started running towards the four of them. She was dressed in a breezy
white dress, her long dark hair pulled into sweet halo braid. Aesook was stunned by how large and
bright her eyes were, how full and round her cheeks were and how sweet her giggles were as the
bubbled out of her before she stood, huffing, in front of Jimin. Pictures did not do the sweet child
justice.

“Hey Baby.” He smiled. “We have someone we’d like you to meet.” Minji eyed the two
older adults who remained still by the patio door. She shuffled to the side of Jimin’s leg.

Aesook crouched down with a soft smile, though her heart was racing a thousand beats
per minute. “Hi Minji.” She said softly. “My name’s Aesook. I’m Jungkookie’s mom.”

Minji darted her face quickly to Jungkook, narrowing her gaze before scrutinizing the
woman again, as though she were deciphering how much they looked alike. “You’re Dad’s mom?”
Aesook’s small gasp did not go unnoticed by Jimin and he reached for Jungkook instantly. His hand
locked firmly with Jungkook’s, wordlessly supporting him as ‘Dad’ even when it took others by
surprise.

While Jungkook had implied an intimate relationship with Minji by referring to her as his
and Jimin’s daughter, she hadn’t quite expected the small girl to call her son Dad. Aesook looked to
the pair before turning her gaze back on Minji. She smiled. “I am.”

Minji turned her attention to Jinho. “Are you Dad’s dad?”

Jinho’s lip quirked. “My, you are a smart girl, aren’t you?” He smiled down at Aesook as
she stood from her crouched position. “I am. My name’s Jinho. We’re so happy to finally meet
you.”

Minji chewed her bottom lip, and her hands started to fidget. Jungkook recognized her
telltale signs of anxiety as they were the exact same as Jimin’s. He reached down and scooped her
up. “Sweetheart, it’s about time for games, can you go wrangle your friends?”

She nodded, her body turned totally in towards his. “Okay Dad.”

Before he could put her down Namjoon came jogging over from where he and Jin had
been chatting with the parents of Minji’s friends—being as they already knew Jin, it was a natural
development. “Aunti Aesook!” He greeted with a tight hug. “Uncle Jinho.” He smiled while
shaking Jinho’s hand.

Minji’s forehead crinkled up as she narrowed her gaze on the couple again. “You know
Uncle Joonie?”

Jungkook realized that Minji had no idea or concept that he and Namjoon were actual
cousins. “Oh yes, darling, we’ve known Joon since he was smaller than you are now. His dad is my
brother.” Aesook explained.

“Uncle Joonie.” Minji whispered loudly motioning him over. Namjoon grinned at his
aunt and uncle, deep dimples on display before leaning in towards her. She cupped her hands
around his ear. “Are they nice, Uncle Joonie?”

“Yes, sweet pea, they’re nice.” He assured. “Not nearly as nice as you though.” He
laughed as he tickled her.

“Yoongi says I’m the nicest!” She declared through her giggles.

“That’s because you are, Pumpkin.” Jungkook said as he kissed her temple and put her
back on the ground. “Go, get your friends. I’ll be there in a bit to start the game.” She ran off to her
friends, ready to dictate the expectations of their ‘balloon burst’ game.

“Crazy, huh?” Namjoon chuckled as he turned back to his aunt and uncle.

“A little.” Jinho laughed. “You ready for your big day?”

Namjoon blew a long breath between his pursed lips. “I’ve waited long enough,” He
laughed. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“I’m still a touch offended you and Jin didn’t come to us for one of our hotels. You know
we would have hosted you.” Jinho said sternly.
 “Yes, Uncle, I know. But we didn’t want to exploit the connection you know?”

“What are connections for if not to be utilized!?” Jinho laughed with a strong clap to
Namjoon’s shoulder. “At least Jungkook was able to secure the Shilla for you guys for the bachelor
party, hm?”

Namjoon laughed. “Definitely much appreciated.”

“Jimin?” Their attention was pulled back to the inside of the house where Chanri stood
with two presents in her hands.

“Ah, Chanri, let me help.” Jungkook said easily as he stepped forward and took the larger
of the two gifts from her arms. “I’m glad you made it.” He smiled.

“Oh of course. Fashionably late as always, but here.” She laughed lightly. Jungkook
stepped outside and hurried to place the gift on the large table. One more to the mounting pile of
presents on top of the fluttering tablecloth. Chanri paused just outside the door to get a quick kiss
from Jimin before following Jungkook.

“Chanri,” Jungkook started softly. “Thank you, for coming. I know how much it means to
Jimin that you’re, you know, open to supporting our relationship.”

Chanri licked her lip and hesitated just a bit before gently touching Jungkook’s forearm.
“I see how happy you make my son, Jungkook. And my granddaughter. I’d be a fool to not want to
support that.”

“Thank y—”

“DAD! WE NEED TO START THE GAME!” Minji stood by her friends, her hip jutted
out with her hand placed firmly on it. Jungkook fought to keep his composure.

“Just a moment Pumpkin, I’ll be right there.” He turned back to Chanri with a grin.
“Before I go tend to that fire, I wanted to introduce you to my parents.”

Chanri’s eyebrows shot up as she looked around. “Oh! Oh, they’re here?”

Jungkook rubbed that back of his neck and nodded. He motioned her to follow as he
brought her over to his parents, now sat at one of the tables set up in the yard. “Mom? Dad? This is
Chanri—”

“Jimin’s mother!” Aesook interrupted happily as she reached out for Chanri’s hand.
“Aesook. This is my husband Jinho.” Jinho politely shook her hand after Aesook released it.
“Please, sit with us.”

“Minji’s dying to get started with the games, you’re good?” Jungkook asked to his father
as Chanri sat and started chatting with Aesook. Jinho gave a nod.

As Jimin stood at the grill, turning the hotdogs Jinho came to stand next to him. He
placed his large hand to Jimin’s left shoulder and shook him gently. “Look at him with her.” He
said with a small laugh. Jimin smiled as he watched Jungkook direct the game of popping balloons
and then having to do the task inside the balloon before the other kids in order to win a prize.
Jungkook’s hair was fluffy and eyes bright as he laughed at the chaos around him. “It’s been such a
long time since we’ve seen him so happy—if ever I suppose.” Jimin nodded next to Jinho.

“He’s unbelievable.” Jimin said softly. “Minnie and I are incredibly lucky to have him.”

“I think he’s the lucky one.” Jinho looked back into the yard, Minji and her friends
relentlessly firing small squirt guns in Jungkook’s general direction. He ducked and covered as he
ran away, hiding behind a tree before falling dramatically to the ground, clutching his sides as he
‘died’ from the gunfire. “You’re giving him a life he only dreamed of. And Sookie and I, we’re so
thankful Jimin. Because, you’re giving us a life we never imagined either. You know, being
grandparents.” Jimin felt a lump form in his throat and he nodded wordlessly. “You’ll have to let us
know if we’re doing it right though, we’re coming in blind.” He laughed and Jimin was able to
chuckle along with him, though his heart clenched knowing that Jungkook had gone most of his life
without a close connection to his dad. Yet his dad was anxious to do better with Minji. Jimin
wished Jinho would have cared that much when Kookie was younger.

Jungkook huffed as he leapt over the small two steps of the deck coming to stand before
his partner and his father. He chuckled as he ran his hand through his now damp hair. “Those kids
are turning vicious; I think we should feed them.”

Jimin grinned at him. “I’m glad you survived their ruthless assault. Hotdogs are done,
have them wash up and start their plates.”

Jungkook had his camera ready as Jimin presented Minji with her oversized cupcake, six
sparkler candles in the middle of it, while everyone sang “Happy Birthday.” Minji’s eyes danced
and twinkled as her cheeks were pulled to squint up her eyes—much like when Jimin smiled. The
moment the song stopped she sucked in a long breath and blew out the candles, leaving a small
swirl of smoke behind. She clasped her hands together and bit her lip.

“Did you make your wish Baby?” Jimin asked as he pulled the candles from her cupcake.

“Didn’t need to.” She said easily.

“Ah, because you have a puppy now.” Jungkook laughed.

Minji was earnest as she looked up at him and placed her small hand over his wrist,
playing with his bracelet. “Because I have you now. My star finally listened and gave me my wish
when it gave me and my Daddy my Dad.”

Jungkook knelt before Minji. “My star listened too when it gave me you and your
Daddy.”

Minji’s eyes turned mischievous. “I might have also wished for a cat.” Jungkook
guffawed, thankful for her smart turn of topic before his emotions could render him useless once
again.

“We’ll see, Pumpkin. I’m not even sure if Kakuna likes cats.” He said as he stood back
up and kissed the top of her head.
 Once the kids were adequately covered in frosting and melted ice cream, Minji opened
her presents—each one eliciting heart felt thank you’s and bright eyes. “Yoongi! You made me a
music book?” She gasped as she opened up a hand bound book of simple songs for the piano.

Yoongi came forward shyly, aware of the curious gazes on him. “I did. And I left the
space between the treble and bass clefs for you to add your own lyrics.”

“I’m gonna write the best songs, Yoongi. I promise.”

Jimin, always practical, gifted Minji new outfits and art supplies. Jungkook convinced
him to also add some live theatre tickets and an enrollment into theatre camp later in the summer.
“Jimin, trust me, these types of experiences are practical. These are the things that will stick with
her for years and years. She’s already such an expressive kid, what an awesome way to harness and
cultivate that.” The total package was gifted from Daddy and Dad, the simple gesture burrowing
deeply into Jungkook’s heart—a reminder of his status and role in the small family.

“At the end of camp we’re gonna perform The Little Mermaid! Daddy I love that movie!”

“Told you she’d love it.” Jungkook mumbled just under Jimin’s ear before kissing the
skin there softly.

Aesook and Jinho played it in what they hoped was a safe manner and gifted Minji a
large gift certificate to a local bookstore as well as passes to Lotte World. “It should go unsaid, but
I’ll say it anyway Jimin. You’re welcome to stay at any of our hotels at any time. Better to spend
the whole day there and not have to worry about the trip back, hm?”

“Thank you, Aesook.”

Minji plopped herself into Jimin’s lap after her friends left, nuzzling into the crook of his
neck. “m’tired Daddy.”

“You had a very busy day.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed.
“Wanna snuggle with a movie?” Minji nodded against him and Jimin stood and made his way to
the patio door. He leaned down towards Jungkook. “Minnie’s tired. I’m gonna set her up in the
living room with a movie.”

Jungkook leaned up for a quick kiss. “Okay. Love you Pumpkin, happy birthday.”

“Love you, Dad.” She said as she leaned back for her own kiss before seeking the
familiar crook of Jimin’s neck again.

Aesook, Jinho, and Chanri were all enraptured by the moment. “Your son is something
else.” Chari said wistfully, barely above a whisper.

“He really is.” Aesook agreed. “Every moment I witness between him and Jimin and him
and Minji just…they hug my heart, you know?” Chanri nodded, knowing precisely what Aesook
meant.
 “We’d typically stay quite a bit longer, celebrating with Jimin another year survived and
another party pulled off without a mental breakdown—but we really need to get home, a lot of tiny
details to manage before the wedding you know.” Jin said as he stood from the small table he,
Namjoon, Hobi, Yoongi, Jungkook and Jimin had been at.

“No, of course, Jin we understand. I’m pretty zapped anyway. Not sure how much more
celebrating I can manage.” Jungkook chuckled.

“Maybe you should’ve gone in to take a nap with Minnie.” Hoseok teased.

“I would have not opposed an invitation.” Jungkook said as he stood and stretched before
hugging Jin tightly. “Less than a week, Jin. You ready?”

“I was ready before we were done with our first date.”

Namjoon draped himself over Jin from behind. “You’re so romantically corny.” He
chuckled, his thick lips pressed to the side of Jin’s neck. “But I love it. I love you. I can’t wait to
marry you.” Jin sighed in contentment.

Yoongi came to Jungkook’s side. “I think Hobi and I are taking off too. I suggest you take
some time tonight and help Jimin let go of the stress he clearly takes on managing these parties.”

Jungkook blushed. “I think I can manage that.”

Jungkook nestled in next to Jimin on the couch after all the guests left and Minji was put
to bed. “That was a good day.”

“I’m glad you had fun.” Jimin said wearily, the day’s toll easily seen on his heavy
shoulders and dull eyes.

Jungkook took Jimin’s hand and traced over his fingers and knuckles. “You’re such an
astounding father, Jimin. You make it look effortless.” Before Jimin could answer, Jungkook
continued. “But I know it’s not. I know how hard you work to make sure everything’s perfect. You
put so much energy and consideration into every last detail.” He kissed the inside of his wrist.
Jimin hummed. “Let me take care of you?”

“I don’t know how engaged I’d be—”

Jungkook crawled into his lap. “I’d do all the work, baby.” He kissed the side of his neck.
“If you want. I just want to make you feel good.” He pulled back and kissed his lips softly. “I’m
down for a hardcore snuggle session as well.”

Jimin’s lip curled up as his hands found purchase on Jungkook’s waist. “Let’s naked
snuggle and see where it goes.”
 Chapter 31

Jimin struggled in front of the mirror that hung in the small changing room at the dojang, trying to
get his dobok to lay just right to cover the deep purple marks Jungkook had left behind along his
collarbone. He heard Kihyun chuckle behind him. “I see married life has been exciting for you.”

“We are not married.” Jimin countered as his neck flushed. He huffed again at his
uncooperative dobok jacket. He may have glanced down at his left hand while doing so and fought
a sigh. Even when engaged to Yungmi he never felt so much longing around the idea of marriage.
He imagined Jungkook’s strong hands grasping his before slipping a silver band onto his ring finger
—a promise to never stop trying. To never stop waking up to his beautiful eyes and fluffy hair, to
never stop teasing each other, supporting each other, caring for Minji together. He sighed lightly.

Kihyun smirked. “Alright.” He examined Jimin’s situation. “Ah, don’t worry about it, if
anyone notices we’ll just say I hit you too hard with a staff.”

“A likely story, I’m sure.” Jimin rolled his eyes as he finally gave up on his jacket. He
padded over to the mat to start his morning stretching.

“Seriously though,” Ki started. “How are things living with him?” He pressed his chest to
the mat and turned his head to look at Jimin.

Jimin smiled lightly. “It’s good. I love his presence there. I love knowing he’ll be there
when I get home, taking such good care of Minji..” He trailed off.

“But?” Kihyun raised his brow. “there’s gotta be a but at the end of that.”

Jimin huffed. “I’m just waiting, you know? I’m still waiting for him to wake up one
morning and realize what a mistake he made. I wonder how long it’s going to take before he feels
locked up too.”

Kihyun found Jimin’s gaze in the mirror. “Jimin. That man loves you. Anyone can see
how gone is he is for both you and Minji. You got to learn to trust him and what you two have
together.”

“I know. I warned him though, that I’m not good at relationships—”

“You’re doing just fine, Jimin.”

Jimin gave a short laugh, “Yeah because being sure your partner already has one foot out
the door is ‘doing fine’ in relationships.”

“Talk to him, Min.”

“So he can be annoyed with my insecurities?”

“So he can reassure you and show you that you have nothing to be insecure about
regarding him. I told you months ago he had eyes for you, and trust me, it’s only gotten more
obvious. Mysoo literally cornered me and asked why I don’t look at her the way Jungkook looks at
you. Y’all are making it real difficult for a guy.” Kihyun laughed as he stood and rolled his head,
cracking each direction.

Jimin loved the way Jungkook looked at him, loved the way he looked at Minji. It made
Jimin feel like he was the only person in the room—hell, it made him feel like he was the only
person in the world. Jungkook deserved someone who looked at him the same way. “Do I?” Ki
turned to him, confused. Jimin swallowed. “Do I look at Jungkook the way he looks at me?”

Kihyun’s lip pulled up. “Jimin. The only one who could ever rival the amount of love you
hold in your eyes when you look at him is Minji. You look at him as though he’s magical.” He
chuckled lightly.

“To be fair, finding him was like finding a unicorn.” Jimin laughed.
 “Minji, come on sweetheart, we need to start packing!” Jungkook called from the
hallway, pulling down her suitcase from the closet.

Jungkook heard Minji’s feet hit the stairs, take a couple steps and then he heard Kakuna
bolt in front of her, rushing up the stairs. Kakuna stopped at the top and turned around, waiting for
her girl. Minji patted her head once she reached the top then hurried to Jungkook. “Dad, you can’t
see my dress.”

“I know Pumpkin, don’t worry, Daddy already has it put away. We need to pack
everything else though.” When he looked down to see Minji eyeing him in a way that clearly said
she questioned his abilities he chuckled. “Don’t worry, Daddy left a list.” She grinned and followed
him into her bedroom.

As they packed they discussed all the things they wanted to do while on Jeju Island.
“Uncle Jinnie told me there’s dolphins there, Dad. We should see if we can find a dolphin!”

“Agreed, Minnie. We’ll definitely try to find a dolphin.” Jungkook checked the list and
grabbed the correct number of shorts and tops dictated by Jimin. “What do you think about hiking?
Or teddy bears? Did you know there’s a teddy bear museum on Jeju Island?”

“A whole museum for teddy bears?” Minji scrunched up her face in disbelief and
Jungkook laughed.

“Seems silly, I know, but I promise there’s a whole museum just for teddy bears.”
Jungkook looked down at his list again and motioned Minji to the bathroom. “I suppose we can’t
quite pack your toiletries yet, since you’ll need them tonight and in the morning…but, we can grab
your hair ties, sunscreen, what about your brush?”

Minji shook her head. “Nope, Daddy’ll have to do my hair in the morning.”

“Ah, yes, you’re right.” Jungkook checked his list again. “Oh, we can get your vitamins,
your travel pillow, oh! ear plugs for the plane…” Minji followed Jungkook all over the house as he
gathered everything he could. He grabbed her dress shoes, her sandals, sneakers then made sure she
had an umbrella and a couple sweaters in case it cooled off enough to warrant one. He dug through
her art room and gathered up a coloring book and some markers.

They lugged everything back upstairs and piled it onto Minji’s bed. Jungkook eyed the
stack and chewed the inside of his lip. He felt a tug at his shirt. He looked down to Minji. “Daddy
has packing cubes inside the pocket.” She pointed to the front zippered pocket and Jungkook
sighed in relief.

“Your daddy is ridiculously organized.” Jungkook chuckled. Minji nodded to his side.
Jungkook pulled out the packing cubes and sorted the items into categories, packing them into their
own cubes. Minji folded up her outfits and put them in a cube, Jungkook managed her pajamas,
undergarments and swimwear in another. They continued until they had a nicely organized, tetris-
style packed suitcase. Jungkook gave a final nod and smiled down at Minji. “Alright. We just need
to remember your bathroom stuff in the morning and we’re good to go!”
 “Good job, Dad.”

Jungkook’s heart stuttered. He picked Minji up, astounded that he could call her his, and
kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” Jimin gushed as he stumbled in the front door. “We had a bit of
an accident with a student and with all the chaos of calling in medical and his parents I forgot—”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around his frantic partner. “No problem, honey. I dropped
Kakuna off at doggie daycare for boarding, dinner’s done and waiting for you, Minji’s all packed
up save for what she needs tonight and tomorrow morning, and we’re just about all packed as
well.”

Jimin’s shoulders dropped as he took in a deep breath. He placed his palm to Jungkook’s
cheek as their gazes softened. “You are wonderful. Thank you.” He placed a gentle kiss to
Jungkook’s lips then toed off his shoes and made his way to the kitchen where Minji sat on the
counter, stirring their stew.

“Hi Daddy!” She waved happily. “Dad and I made stew!”

Jimin approached her peered into her pot. “It looks wonderful Minnie.”

Once Minji was bathed and tucked into bed, Jimin and Jungkook finished packing their
bags. “Still hard to believe two of my best friends are getting married.” Jimin chuckled thoughtfully
while folding their clothing into their own packing cubes to nestle securely in the suitcases.

“They’ve been together so long I kinda forgot they weren’t.” Jungkook teased.

“Well, I mean, people don’t have to get married to be committed to their partner.” Jimin
said softly. Jungkook turned to him, drawing in how Jimin chewed his lip and folded and refolded
the shirt in his hands.

Jungkook strolled to him from the closet. He came up behind him and securely wrapped
his arms around his waist, hooking his chin onto his shoulder. “Of course, Baby.” He placed his lips
to just under his ear. His hands gripped a bit tighter as they traveled to his hips.

“Y-you…you’re committed to us, right Kook?” Jungkook pulled back enough to turn
Jimin to face him. Jimin angrily wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m being stupid. It’s fine.”

Jungkook gently caressed his face. “It breaks my heart that you doubt this.” He placed
Jimin’s hand to his heart.

“I don’t mean to.” Jimin whispered. He hung his head, knowing Jungkook was frustrated
with his insecurities. “Kook, you deserve someone who isn’t…isn’t so insecure.” After years of
pretending to be someone he wasn’t only to have the person bail on him anyway, he couldn’t bring
himself to fully trust Jungkook’s words.

“I’m not going to try stand here and try to convince you, Jimin.” A sob broke through, his
heart feeling rejected. “But I’m going to prove it to you every single day. Every day, Jimin. I
promise.” He kissed his forehead before dropping his face and meeting his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Jimin’s lips dance over Jungkook’s.

Minji despised early mornings and made that abundantly clear when Jimin woke her up
at 5am. “Doodle-bug, I promise you can sleep in the taxi and in the airport and on the plane, but
first I need you up. Just a quick breakfast, we’ll get you washed up, pack your toiletries and be on
our way.”

Jungkook stood at her door, rubbing his face. Minji cracked a smile. “You should see
your hair, Dad.” He reached his hand up and felt his head where his hair stood fluffy and mused.

He smiled. “You should see yours.” She patted her own head. Jungkook reached out her
hand. “Come on, Pumpkin, let’s brush our hair together.” Minji finally rolled out of bed and
stumbled towards Jungkook. He took her hand and led her to her bathroom where he gently
brushed out her hair. “I’m sorry I don’t know how to do your hair as nicely as Daddy.”

“’s okay, Dad. I think Daddy could teach you.”

As predicted Minji fell asleep between Jimin and Jungkook in the taxi to the airport. She
grumbled and Jimin picked her up while Jungkook managed their bags, shuffling through the
crowd together. “Good morning!” Jin hollered across the hall.

“He’s entirely too chipper right now.” Jimin said with a smile.

“Come on, he’s getting married in two and a half days. Cut him some slack.” Jungkook
kissed the side of his face before hurrying ahead to Jin, pulling along the luggage cart. “Good
morning Jin! Joon!” He gave each of them a tight hug. “I can’t believe it’s here.”

Namjoon lit up as he gazed at his fiancé before turning to his first guests. “We’re so glad
you’re all going to be there with us.” Namjoon said as he hugged Jungkook, then Jimin where he
still held a sleeping Minji.

“Nowhere else we’d rather be.” Jimin assured.

“Hoseok and Yoongi are catching a later flight so they’ll meet up with us at the hotel.”
Jin said.

Jungkook chuckled. “That does not surprise me. Yoons won’t get up before 7am.”

“He’s a great guy. I’m very thankful that we all ended up blending, you know?” Namjoon
said. To have two other same-sex couples there to celebrate his union to Seokjin meant the world to
them.

Jungkook looked to Jimin and Minji. “I definitely know.”

Jungkook watched Jimin as he stood with Minji at the window watching planes take off
and land. “I’m gonna go in one of those?” she asked, awed by the sheer size of them. Jungkook
smiled.

Namjoon nudged him with his shoulder as he sat down next to him. “I don’t know that
I’ve told you enough, but I’m really glad that you and Jimin happened. I know I gave you a hard
time at first and I—”

Jungkook patted Namjoon’s hand. “I’m glad you kept me in check, Joon. I got to do it
right then, you know? Slowed down and let it happen organically.”

“Slowed down.” Joon laughed. “You moved in less than six months after officially
meeting him.” Jungkook turned and raised a brow at his cousin.

“Says the man who moved in with his partner less than two months after meeting him.”

“That I’m now marrying.” Joon pointed out. He looked towards Jimin and Minji and
nodded towards them.

Jungkook, after twenty-one years with his cousin didn’t need him to say it. He nodded.
“If he’ll have me.” He looked towards Namjoon. “He still thinks I’m going to bail, still haunted by
Yungmi. I can’t ask anytime soon. But I want to. Someday.”

Minji climbed into Jungkook’s lap from her seat in between him and Jimin. “Dad it’s so
pretty!” She gasped as she looked out at the ocean. He peered out the window with her. “Do we get
to go to the beach?”

“Of course we do, Pumpkin.” He kissed her cheek.

“Daddy, you coming to the beach with us?” Minji asked as she turned towards Jimin. He
raised his eyes from his book and smiled. After assuring her that they’d all go to the beach once
they settled into the hotel she nestled back into her middle seat and wrapped her small arms around
Jimin’s. Jimin looked over to Jungkook who remained gazing out the small window. How such a
young man remained so constant, so patient, and so understanding to Jimin’s struggles astounded
him. He didn’t even flinch when Jimin shared his fears, always so steadfast and reliable.

As if Jungkook could feel Jimin’s gaze he turned and met his eyes. His lip curled up into
a soft smile. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Kookie.”

 Jimin and Jungkook got a two bedroom presidential suite at the Seaes Hotel and Resort,
so that they could keep Minji with them but still maintain their privacy. Minji was in awe of their
room, checking out every corner of the space. “Daddy.” She gasped. “Look at the pool outside!”

Jimin stepped in behind her. “Our own private hot-tub.” He glanced back at Jungkook
with a sly smile. “Nice.” He was pleased when a slight blush filled Jungkook’s cheeks.

The sound of Jungkook’s phone pinging pulled his attention away. “Seems Jin and
Namjoon are settled enough are to head down to the beach, you game?”

Minji turned around, her eyes large and shining. “Yes!” She ran back into the room and
towards her bedroom where her suitcase awaited her on the bench at the foot of her bed. She pulled
her swimsuit from her suitcase and ran to the bathroom to change.

Jimin and Jungkook made their way to the beach, Minji happily swinging between them.
Once she spotted Namjoon and Jin lounging in a cabana she let go of her dads’ hands and took off
running. “Uncle Jinnie, Uncle Joonie, this is the best!”

Jin laughed and opened his arms for her. She climbed up into his lap. “I’m so glad you
think so. I do too.” He booped her nose and then smiled up at Jimin and Jungkook as they settled
into their own spots in the cabana.

Jungkook turned to Namjoon. “Any word on when Grandma’s getting in?”

“She told me she should be in by dinner.”

Minji turned her attention to the conversation at hand. “Grammy Sookie?” She asked. It
was the first time Jungkook heard Minji talk about his mom and his heart clenched at what she
decided to call her.

“Grammy Sookie will be in tomorrow, Baby. Uncle Joonie and I are talking about our
grandma. Grandma Kim. She’s Grammy Sookie’s mom.” Jungkook explained, watching Minji’s
forehead get more and more crinkled as he talked. He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re
gonna love her.”

Jimin stood up and peeled his t-shirt from his body, Jungkook gulped and willed himself
to stay calm. He wasn’t sure if it was because the relationship was still newer or if it was just Jimin,
but Jungkook’s attraction to him hadn’t lessened. “I’m heading in, you coming?” Jungkook nodded
wordlessly, pulling a round of laughter from Namjoon, Jin, and Jimin. “Cute.” Jimin said as he
flicked the underside of Jungkook’s chin.

Jungkook stood and removed his own shirt and then grabbed Minji and hoisted her onto
his hip. They made their way to the shore and Minji squealed in delight as Jungkook lowered her to
the surf. Namjoon and Jin watched from where they remained under the shade of the cabana. “They
really are amazing together aren’t they?” Jin said, his tone wistful.

“Jin,” Namjoon started softly as he reached for his hand. Jin turned to him, his gaze clear
with unadulterated love and affection. “I want to talk about adoption.” He whispered. Jin’s eyes
remained on his partner, quickly welling with tears. “I want a family with you.” Growing anxious
with the lack of response from Jin he continued. “C-can we talk about that? I mean, I know we’ve
toyed with the idea in the past, but hadn’t really delved into—”

“Yes, Joonie, we can talk about adoption. I’m not sure much else could make me happier
than having a family with you.” He pulled Namjoon to him, placing a firm kiss to his lips.
 Chapter 32

Jimin trekked back up to the cabana, shaking his wet hair out like a shaggy dog. He
grabbed a towel and dabbed his face before turning back around to watch Jungkook and Minji.
Jungkook was digging a trench around the sandcastle he and Minji were creating. Minji carefully
packed the damp sand into her bucket before Jungkook helped her flip it over to create another
wing of the castle. Jimin continued to watch as Jungkook finished the mote and then instructed
Minji to get some water to fill it. Minji scampered off to the surf, Jungkook watching mindfully,
then waddled back with her bucket of water. It sloshed into their mote and she ran back for another.
As she headed back towards Jungkook, he turned and met Jimin’s gaze. Before he could smile or
wave Minji snuck up behind him and instead of filling the mote, dumped her bucket over
Jungkook’s head. Jimin, Jin, and Namjoon all burst into laughter. Jungkook gasped and sputtered
around the shock of being doused in seawater. He turned to Minji, who dropped her mouth as her
eyes went wide and squealed as she ran away. Jungkook was up in an instant to give chase, both of
them overcome with laughter.

Jimin turned towards Namjoon. “Just so you know, I still haven’t forgiven you for
keeping him from me for so long.” He teased with a laugh.

“First of all, I had no idea you were ‘cold brew sweet cream’.” he said with a laugh. “And
full disclosure, once I figured it out, I did not encourage it. I, uh, actually discouraged it.” Jimin
turned to him with a raised brow. Jungkook had never mentioned anything like that. “It’s not that I
thought he was a bad guy or anything Chim. I just, you were always so resistant to the idea of
dating. And Jungkook, well, he was quite enthusiastic about cold brew sweet cream. I didn’t want
him to come on too strong, you know? I hoped that if something developed it’d be on a good,
slowly built, solid foundation.”

Jin peered over his sunglasses while sipping on his brightly colored slushy drink. “No
worries darling, while you were busy trying to reign Jungkookie in, I was busy convincing Jimin to
give it a shot.”

Jimin laughed, “It’s almost as if neither of you believed we could figure shit out on our
own.” His laughter tapered off. “But thank you, for your support—whatever form it took.”

“To see you this happy? I’d do it a thousand times over.” Jin assured. “And to see Minji
so happy.”

“After her comment about her birthday wish, I couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d
been wishing for someone to join us. Was it always just Jungkook? Or had she felt short-changed
this whole time?”

“Hey,” Namjoon started firmly. “get out of your head, right now. You have been more
than enough for her, Jimin. A better father than most of us ever had. I don’t think she’d ever
consider her relationship with you being short changed.”

“You and Minji were perfect, just you and her. And you’re perfect, the three of you
together.” Jin added. “No better, no worse.”

“You’d think this was some sort of vacation, these boys lounging on the beach like a
couple of bums instead of meeting their grandmother at check-in to help her get settled.” An older
woman teasingly commented as she made her way to the cabana, a large floppy hat covering most
of her face, while her sarong blew out behind her, both her hands managing fruity cocktails of her
own.

“Grandma!” Namjoon yelled as he jumped up and hurried to her. He instantly wrapped

her smaller frame in his much larger one, lifting her up off the sand.

“Kim Namjoon, you put me down right now, you’ll make me spill my drinks!” She
scolded through her laughter.

Jin rushed up behind Joon. “Here Grandma, I’ll take your drinks.” He pulled them from
her hands and she happily wrapped her arms around Namjoon’s broad shoulders.

“Look at you!” She gasped as she pulled back. “Absolutely glowing!” She pinched his
cheek as she scrunched up her face. Jimin smiled from the cabana.
 “Come on, Grandma, let’s get you out of the sun.” Jin said as he snuck in for a hug
himself. They shuffled through the sand towards the cabana. Jimin anxiously turned his gaze to the
shore, wanting to get Jungkook’s attention, but he was busy scouring the shore with Minji for
treasures—seashells, starfish, smoothened rocks, perhaps a crab or two.

Once the trio was within a few steps, Jimin stood to greet them. The small woman paused
and gave Jimin a once over. Her lip curled up, her face soft and warm. “And who is this handsome
gentleman?”

“Ah, Grandma, this is our good friend Jimin. Jimin, Grandma Kim.” Namjoon
introduced. Jimin was thankful he didn’t mention Jimin’s relationship with Jungkook, he figured
Kookie would like that pleasure for himself.

“Jimin.” Grandma Kim tried the name out on her tongue. “Lovely name for such a
stunning man.” She winked and laughed lightly. Jimin blushed as he smiled. Grandma Kim evened
her gaze on Jimin, “You’re the one who stole my Jungkookie’s heart.” Looked like Jungkook
wouldn’t get the pleasure.

Jimin’s blush deepened. “I, uh, I guess I am.”

Grandma Kim laughed, delighted. “Where is my Jungkookie?”

“He’s currently on a treasure hunt.” Namjoon laughed. “Come, sit.”

Jimin leaned in with a smile once Grandma Kim got settled. “I’ve heard so much about
you, it’s lovely to finally put a face to all the stories.”

“Stories?” She gasped as she turned to Namjoon. “What kinds of stories are you sharing
about me?”

Namjoon draped himself over his grandmother. “Only stories about how magnificent you
are, grandma. I imagine Kook’s the same.”

Jimin nodded. “Definitely the same.”

Grandma Kim was updating them on her trip down, as well as all the happenings going
on in the family when Jungkook finally approached with Minji. She was latched onto his back like
a little koala, their hair damp and curly from the salty water. “Was the treasure hunt to look for a
small child?” Grandma Kim laughed. Jimin turned to her and realized that however she had learned
about him, the informant hadn’t disclosed anything about Minji.

“Daddy!” Minji squealed from behind Jungkook’s head. He cringed at the high volume
so close to his ear but smiled anyway.

Jimin got up, “Excuse me.” Grandma Kim gave a small nod as Jimin stepped out of the
cabana. He met Jungkook and Minji roughly ten feet from the cabana. He pressed his lips to
Jungkook’s before reaching up to ruffle Minji’s hair. “Have fun?”

Both Jungkook and Minji nodded. “Daddy, look what we found.” Minji’s voice was awed
as she opened her hand, her arms still latched tightly around Jungkook’s neck so she wouldn’t fall
off. Inside she held three small seashells. “Dad, show Daddy what else we got.” Jungkook smiled
and opened his much larger palm where he held three sand dollars. “Aren’t they neat!?”
 “Very neat, Minnie.” He smiled up at Minji then lowered his gaze to Jungkook. “Your
grandmother is here.”

Jungkook lit up instantly. “Grandma’s here?” Jimin nodded. Jungkook reached up for
Minji’s arm. “Come here, Pumpkin, to my side.” She scooted around him carefully and Jimin
watched as Jungkook’s muscles flexed, assuring she wouldn’t fall as she changed positions. Jimin
licked his lips slowly until he heard Jungkook chuckle. He flushed, knowing he’d been caught
staring. Jungkook hoisted Minji higher on his hip and took Jimin’s hand as they walked back up
towards the cabana.

Grandma Kim was laughing and carrying on with Namjoon and Jin, but Jungkook could
tell that she was more than aware of his approach. She turned and smiled as they entered the
shelter. “Uncle Joonie, look what we found!” Minji said excitedly as she held out her hands, now
that she didn’t have to hold on to Jungkook she had all their treasures. “These are called sand
dollars, Dad found them. I found the shells though. Aren’t they pretty?”

“They’re absolutely beautiful sweetheart.” Namjoon agreed. “Almost as pretty as you.”

Minji crinkled her nose and Jin laughed.

Jungkook lowered Minji to the ground, she hurried off to climb up in Jin’s lap. “We
should bring them to the wedding.” She said, her voice hushed.

As they continued their quiet discussion Jungkook reached for his grandmother.
“Grandma! We weren’t expecting you until a bit later.” Grandma Kim stood and Jungkook pulled
her tightly to him. She carried on and laughed about how he was getting her all sandy and wet.
“You met Jimin, I see.”

Grandma Kim’s eyes squinted from the size of her smile. “Oh yes. Did quite well for
yourself, hm?” she teased. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck as it flushed.

“Minji.” Jimin called. He motioned for her and she hopped out of Jin’s lap and scurried
over. He lifted her up and onto his hip.

“This is Minji.” Jungkook said with a warm smile. “She’s Jimin—”

“Our daughter.” Jimin interrupted. His heart pounded anxiously in his chest but when he
looked to Jungkook and met his gaze of unbridled fondness and love he knew it was an appreciated
interruption. “Minji’s our daughter.” Jimin reiterated. For a small moment the only people in
Jungkook’s world were Jimin and Minji. Such a short, simple statement. But one that held so much
reassurance and promise for their future. Jimin might still have insecurities, but that statement was
a bold testament to how much he was willing to try and trust things.

Grandma Kim cleared her throat lightly and Jungkook snapped from his reverie. “Minnie,
this is my grandma.”

“Grammy Sookie’s…mom?” Minji chewed her bottom lip, her brow furrowed as she
thought back to their earlier discussion.

Jungkook smiled. “Yep, Grammy Sookie’s mom. Uncle Joonie and I call her Grandma
Kim. You can call her anything you’d like. Within reason.” He winked towards his grandmother.

“So…she’s my grandma too?” Minji asked softly.

 Jimin looked towards Grandma Kim who watched with soft eyes, patiently waiting.
“Kind of.” He said. “Since she’s Dad’s grandma, she’d be your great-grandma.”

“A great grandma?” She turned towards Grandma Kim.

Grandma Kim smiled at Minji, then at Jimin before turning her attention to Jungkook.
“Let’s get your, uh, little family some drinks. I’ll walk with you. Anything special you’d like,
darling?” She asked Minji.

“Lemonade.” Minji said. Jimin evened his face at her. “Please.” She added.

Grandma Kim linked her arm with Jungkook, and they left the cabana and headed
towards the bar. Jungkook stayed quiet as they strolled through the sand. Grandma Kim gauged
how far away they were and then took a deep breath. “Jungkookie.” She said, low, concerned.
“Jungkookie why didn’t you say anything about her?”

Jungkook pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “I had hoped if you saw her when I
told you I could avoid the lecture.” He chuckled a bit. Grandma Kim shook her head, her shoulder
length salt and pepper hair dancing in the breeze where it was free from her floppy hat. “Did it
work?”

“How long have you and Jimin been together, dear?”

“Officially?” She hummed in confirmation. “Uh, since May. I’d been teaching Minji
piano since March.”

“That’s quick, Kookie.” She commented.

“I know. Would it help to know I’d been pining over him since December?” He teased.

Grandma Kim laughed. “Oh?”

“He comes into the café every morning before work. I couldn’t bring myself to do much
more than take his order, but Grandma…you saw him, he’s beautiful. I was utterly awestruck. I
spent months telling Joon how hung up I was over him but seeing how I didn’t know his name,
Namjoon couldn’t tell Jimin. Thank God.” He saw his Grandma grow confused. “Oh, uh, Jin was
Minji’s preschool teacher last year—well, actually the year before last since she just finished
Kindergarten. But they’ve been friends since then. Jimin actually knew Namjoon before he knew
me, that’s, um, how we finally met.”

Grandma Kim’s face softened and brightened. “Why Jungkookie, it sounds like the
universe was aligning to make things happen.” She squeezed his arm. “They’re both beautiful,
darling.”

Jungkook sighed. “Aren’t they though? And Minji’s so smart. And funny. Oh man she
gets me going. Spunky and assertive, just like her daddy. But soft hearted and kind, like her daddy
too.”

“I can see now, how and why you’ve been inspired to go back to school.” She ran her
small hand up and down his forearm.
 “He’s amazing, Grandma. I just want him to be proud of me, you know? Proud to call me
his—theirs.” They approached the bar and Jungkook ordered a lemonade and two mojitos.

“How are your parents taking all of this? Do they know about her?” She placed her hand
to her mouth. “I can’t believe they didn’t say anything!”

Jungkook laughed a bit as he rubbed his grandma’s back. “Well, to be fair, they’ve only
been in the loop for like a week and a half. Just met Minji last Saturday for her birthday party.
They’ve likely been processing quite a bit themselves. But uh, they’re doing pretty well with it.
They adore Minnie. And Jimin.”

“That’s good, Jungkookie.” She smiled before looping her arm back through Jungkook’s
with Minji’s lemonade in her other hand. “And you’re happy?”

“Never been happier Grandma.”

“That’s all we can ever ask for.”

“Dad!” Minji called when she saw Jungkook and Grandma Kim heading back. She came
hurrying towards him. “Me and Uncle Jinnie found a crab!” She gushed. “Come on! You gotta see
it!” She reached up for Grandma Kim’s hand. “You too, Great Gram, it’s so cute!”

Minji pulled Grandma Kim ahead of Jungkook. Grandma Kim turned her face back
towards Jungkook and mouthed Great Gram with a delighted, astonished smile. Jungkook’s eyes
crinkled joyfully. He stopped at the cabana to pass along Jimin’s drink. “Nice talk?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, it was a nice talk.” He locked his hand with Jimin’s as they followed Minji and
Grandma Kim back to where Jin was watching the crab in the shadow of some bushes. “She just
wanted to check in. You know how everyone always wants to make sure we know what we’re
getting into.”

“No.” Jimin said. “They want to make sure you know what you’re getting into. I’m
already in it. I was the single dad.” He sighed. “I guess I can’t blame them. It’s a lot to take on.”
His voice dropped and Jungkook frowned.

“I’m aware, Jimin. They can be concerned all they want but I’ve made my decision.
We’ve made our decision, right?”

Jimin paused and turned to Jungkook. He brought his hand to push his salty, curly hair
away from his face. “Yes, Kookie, we have.” He pressed his lips to Jungkook’s as Jungkook
wrapped his free arm around his waist pulling him closer.

“Dad!” Minji called. “The crab!”

“Coming baby!” Jungkook hollered, his lips curled up in a smile, still pressed to Jimin’s.
He pressed one more time. “Love you.”
 “Hey Kook, Hobi just texted. He and Yoongi just got in the shuttle from the airport. He
says we should get ready for dinner.” Joon said they lounged in the sun just in front of the cabana.
Minji was strolling the shore with Great Gram, on a mission for more treasures. Minji became
enthralled with Great Gram through her stories of catching lizards and crabs growing up, sharing
tips and tricks—much to Jimin’s dismay as the last thing he wanted was lizards in the house.

Jungkook laughed. “Really? Because I just got a text from Yoongi that says ‘I’m eating in
exactly fifty minutes, if you fuckers aren’t there, I’m not waiting.’ So I guess that means we should
probably head back up to the villas and get ready for dinner, hm?”

“He’s so soft and cuddly.” Jin laughed.

“In his own kind of way, yeah.” Jungkook laughed as he stood up and brushed his shorts
off. “Minnie! Come on baby, we gotta go!” Minji grabbed Grandma Kim’s hand and hurried back
to Jungkook. He reached out and rubbed the back of her head. “Yoongi and Hobi are almost here,
we need to get ready for dinner. After all this sun and saltwater, you definitely need a bath.”

“Great Gram, are you coming to dinner?” She asked, gazing up at the older woman.

“Of course she is.” Jimin said with a smile. “But Dad’s right, you definitely need to wash
all that salt off.”

“Great Gram, Dad and I packed some dresses. Do you want to wear a dress with me to
dinner?”

Grandma Kim smiled lovingly at the small child, already drawn into her spirit and
endeared. “I would love to, darling Minji. I will meet you down there.”
 Chapter 33
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin got Minji washed up first then he and Jungkook jumped into the shower to rid themselves of
the gritty saltiness covering their skin. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist, pressing
against him, peppering kisses along his shoulder. “Don’t start Kookie, we’re on a time crunch.”
Jungkook grumbled and kissed him again. Jimin giggled when he felt Jungkook’s erection pressing
against him. He playfully smacked his hip, “Put that thing away!” Jungkook laughed but complied
and pulled away from Jimin.
 Minji picked out a light blue dress and requested a French braid from Jimin. “It’ll have to
be a loose one, we don’t have much time.”

“Dad, come watch so you can learn.” Minji said as she patted the spot next to Jimin
before sitting down in front of him. Jungkook did as told and watched, captivated by the ease in
which Jimin braided Minji’s hair.

“How did you learn to do Minnie’s hair?”

Jimin glanced to him with a smile. “YouTube.” He laughed. “Lots and lots of YouTube.”

“And Pinterest.” Minji added.

Jimin laughed. “And Pinterest.”

“I hope you have a lot of patience Pumpkin, because I have a feeling it’s going to take me
a long time to learn how to do such fancy things.” Jungkook said. He continued to watch, Jimin’s
fingers all seemingly working independently to keep hair sectioned and then pulling in more as he
worked his way down. It was mind-blowing. Jimin tied off the end of her braid and kissed the top
of her head. “Incredible.” Jungkook whispered.

“You’re so easily impressed.” Jimin laughed.

“Only by you.”

“Vacation is a good look on you, Jiminie.” Hoseok chuckled as Jimin and his little family
entered the restaurant. Jimin looked down, scrunching his brow at his khaki shorts and short
sleeved button down. He lifted his gaze back to his best friend as Hobi stood from the table. “I’m
just saying you look happy, relaxed.”

“Wish I was happy and relaxed.” Yoongi grumbled.

“Excuse him, he’s hungry.” Hobi laughed as he wrapped Jimin in a hug.

“As am I.” Grandma Kim announced as she approached the table. She patted Jungkook’s
shoulder as she passed. Yoongi raised his gaze to the woman at her comment and lightly snorted.
“You’d think they’d provide more than pretzels and peanuts on a flight.”

“That’s what I said.” Yoongi grumbled.

“I told you to grab a snack before we boarded.” Hobi laughed as he sat back down.

“Well, if it was such a great idea, why didn’t you grab snacks?” Yoongi fired back.
Jungkook watched, amazed, as Hoseok didn’t even flinch. He squeezed Yoongi’s cheeks together
and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Great Gram,” Minji started with a gasp as she let go of Jimin’s hand and rushed to
Grandma Kim, “Your dress is so pretty!” She gently touched the silky material.
 “Oh, thank you, darling. Your dress is lovely as well!” She smiled adoringly at Minji.
“And your hair looks so nice!”

“Daddy did it.” Minji said happily as she reached up and patted her braid. “Can I sit next
to you?”

Grandma Kim smiled at Jungkook and Jimin. “I’d like nothing more.”

Namjoon and Jin arrived a few minutes later, to a scolding by Yoongi. “You’re lucky
you’re quite literally the reason we’re here—guests of honor as it were—because I was this close to
ordering without you.” Jin flushed and Yoongi groaned, the reason for their tardiness more than
obvious. “Shameless.”

“You can’t honestly blame them.” Hobi said from Yoongi’s side.

“Alright boys, introductions, please.” Grandma Kim said as she nestled into her chair
opposite Jimin and Jungkook, Minji to her right side, Namjoon to her left.

Jimin smiled and motioned to the gentleman who commented on Jimin’s appearance of
being relaxed. “Grandma Kim, this is my best friend Hoseok—we call him Hobi.”

“Uncle Hobi.” Minji corrected, earning her smiles from around the table.

“For you darling.” Hobi said with a bright smile and wink.

“Next to him is Yoongi, Jungkook’s best friend. And, uh,” He looked to Hoseok.

“My boyfriend.” Hoseok supplied, bringing a small smile to Yoongi’s lips as his ears
turned pink.

Jungkook gasped as he leaned forward and whipped his head to his best friend. “Yoon!
You didn’t tell me things turned official.”

“Yah, this kid, always up in my business.” Yoongi grumbled.

“He’s always been a bit of a social connoisseur, always in the know of everything going
on. That’s probably why he was so good on the yearbook staff.” Grandma offered.

Jimin giggled. “You were on the yearbook?” Jimin tried to picture him as a teenager, not
quite grown into his features yet, maybe a touch awkward with his large digital camera being
granted access to groups and events he’d otherwise be excluded from. Cute.

“How do you think I got so good at photography?” Jungkook smirked. “Anyway, Hobi,
Yoongi, this is my Grandma Kim.”

Yoongi finally shared an authentic smile. “Jungkook speaks very highly of you.”

“Ah, thank you. And he speaks fondly of you as well.” Grandma Kim said. “I imagine
it’s fondness that leads him to talk about how often you raid his fridge and critique his
compositions.”

Yoongi snorted before he chuckled. “Well, I used to raid his fridge. Can’t really do that so
much since he moved in with Jimin. I still tell him how much the transitions in his compositions
suck though.”

“Well, we can’t all be musical geniuses, now can we?” Jungkook rolled his eyes with a
laugh.

“You live with Jimin?”

“Oh, shit, was I not supposed to say anything about that?” Yoongi asked as he leaned
forward to look to Jungkook.

“You are to tell me everything you know about my dear Jungkookie.” Grandma Kim
interjected.

Yoongi fully laughed then. “Oh no, you definitely don’t want that. I know entirely too
much.”

Grandma Kim motioned to Yoongi, her eyes narrowed. “Then you and I are most
definitely going to talk later.” She said with a laugh.

“Will it include tequila?”

Grandma Kim's eyes danced as she turned to Jungkook. “Oh I like him.”

“An entire free day tomorrow, everyone have plans?” Jin asked as they ate.

“Daddy and Dad are taking me to a teddy bear museum.” Minji said, eyes wide in
wonder.

“A whole museum dedicated to teddy bears?” Grandma Kim asked, astonished at the
thought. She shot Jungkook a wink, knowing full well about said museum.

Minji’s eyes got wider as her smile spread. “That’s what I said! But Dad said it was a
thing, so we’re going.” Minji finished her statement with a firm nod of her head and Grandma Kim
laughed lightly before turning her gaze back on Jungkook who watched Minji in utter fondness. He
couldn’t hide how much he loved her if he tried and Grandma couldn’t have been prouder of him.
Jungkook had always had a kind and giving soul, divinely created to give himself to others and
Grandma Kim had prayed endlessly that he’d get to be a parent someday so that his heart could be
treasured. As she looked at the way Jungkook looked at both Minji and Jimin, and how Jimin
looked at Jungkook, Grandma knew her Jungkookie had found his place.

“I fully intend to spend all day on the beach.” Namjoon declared. “After mine and Jin’s
couple’s massage, of course.”

“Are you nervous, Jin?” Jimin asked. If Jin was nervous about his marriage to Namjoon,
what kind of lunacy was Jimin entertaining even considering heading that direction with Jungkook?

“Nervous?” Jin pondered. “I’ve always known I was going to spend my life with this
man, so no, not nervous per se. And it’s not like it’s going to be a huge crowd. But it’s still a big
thing, you know? So I’m a bit…anxious? But like, excited anxious, you know?” Namjoon rubbed
the back of his neck as Jin explained. “Besides, have you ever had a full body massage? It’s
incredible regardless of if you’re stressed out.”

Jimin looked to Jungkook and without saying a single thing, Jungkook knew that they’d
be booking their own massages before their stay was over. “Well, when you head out to the beach
afterwards, you should make sure to take Yoongi with you, he’s looking pretty pale.” Jungkook
teased.

“I heard not getting skin cancer is very in right now.” Yoongi countered.

“Yoongi, you just need sunscreen.” Minji offered, eliciting an endeared smile from
Yoongi.

“Given enough tequila you won’t even notice the sun.” Grandma Kim teased.

After dinner Grandma Kim approached Jimin. “Jimin darling, could you walk me back to
my room?”

“Of course.” Jimin smiled. “I’ll meet you back at our room.” He said with a quick kiss to
Jungkook and Minji’s cheeks.

Jungkook squeezed his grandmother and kissed her cheek. “Don’t keep him too long.”

“I’ll keep him as long as I like.” Grandma Kim reproached. “Go, spend some time with
that little one. Minji, sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“G’night Great Gram.” Minji said as she wrapped her arms around Grandma Kim’s legs.

Grandma Kim and Jimin watched Jungkook and Minji walk towards their villa hand in
hand before they turned to walk towards Grandma Kim’s villa. Grandma Kim held the crook of
Jimin’s elbow as they started a slow stroll. “You love my Jungkookie a great deal, don’t you
Jimin.” It wasn’t a question.

“Gram—can I call you Gram?” He glanced down to the smaller woman.

Grandma Kim smiled sweetly up at him, “Of course, you can dear.”

“Gram, I love Jungkook in ways I didn’t think were possible to love someone. I never
thought I’d find someone who not just loved me but loved Minji too. He’s incredible.” He chewed
his lip as he patted her hand at his elbow. “You should be proud. I know how instrumental you were
in shaping who he is.”

“The hotels didn’t start with Aesook and Jinho.” Jimin furrowed his brow, not quite sure
how to follow. “They started with my late husband and me. I know the impact it has on children
when they don’t have parents emotionally available. Now, being as the business venture started so
many years ago, I was not to play a direct role. I had been thoroughly groomed into the role of a
mother. But I watched Aesook and Iseul crave their father’s attention. When Namjoon and
Jungkook came along, I didn’t ever want them to feel emotionally neglected. Namjoon had it a bit
better, Iseul married a lovely woman who stayed home with Namjoon and doted him endlessly with
affection and attention. But Jungkookie…he craved it, and Aesook and Jinho just…they tried but
they couldn’t meet that need for him.”

“However it came about, Gram, I’m glad you were there for him. You helped him have so
much confidence in who he is. It’s a beautiful thing to witness. And inspirational, you know?” He
paused and pulled Grandma towards a bench on the gravel pathway between villas. “I’d never fully
come out to my parents. Having Minji helped, you know, avoid the question. I was content to let
them believe I was bisexual. Until Jungkook.” His throat tightened and he cleared it lightly before
he turned to Grandma Kim. Her face was soft and kind, eyes small but sincere. “I was so scared,
Gram, to be with him. To allow him in. For a lot of reasons that I don’t think I can share right now.
But…Jungkook…he’s helped me learn how to be authentically me. And I know that your support
in him being his authentic self is a main reason for that.”

“Do your parents know now?” She asked softly. Jimin gave a small nod. There was
something about the energy around them as he sat on that bench with Jungkook’s grandmother,
something safe and comforting. His chest tightened and he felt a tear run down his cheek. “Oh
darling.” Grandma Kim whispered as she reached up to wipe the tear away.

“It, uh, it didn’t go well.” He felt another hot tear escape. “And I knew, my whole life,
that he didn’t particularly like me but to have him so…so disgusted by who I wanted to share my
life with.” He shook his head. “And h-how do I tell Minnie that her grandfather isn’t around
anymore because he hates her dad?” Grandma Kim pulled Jimin into her arms, his much larger
frame draped over her petite body as his shoulders started to shake with broken sobs. “Why
couldn’t they j-just be ha-happy that I was happy?”

“Oh, sweet boy, I don’t know. I’m so sorry they hurt you so much. You deserve to be
happy—with whomever you decide makes you happy. And you deserve to be authentically Jimin.”

“They were both s-so horrible, said such hurtful things.” He sniffled. “B-but I love
Jungkook, Gram, so much. I wasn’t about to hide him, I wasn’t about to be ashamed that he loves
me too. He went all in, you know? I had to go all in too.” He gave her a watery smile as he
reluctantly pulled from her embrace. “He makes me brave.” He let the space around them still for a
moment before he chuckled lightly. “He challenged my mother.”

“My Jungkookie?”

Jimin gave another small laugh. “Yep. Perhaps went about it the wrong way but got the
message across. And she’s come a long way, actually. I have close to little hope for my dad
though.”

“He loves you so much, Jimin.” Jimin nodded and whispered a small I know. Grandma
Kim held his hand tightly in hers. “I’m so happy he found someone to love so fiercely. And you
deserve it.”

“I hope so. It’s hard to believe I do, but he swears he’ll prove it.”

“And he will, love. He will.”

 Jimin returned to their room almost an hour later. Minji was tucked snugly into bed and
Jungkook was reading a book on the couch. “Did you take her to a whole new resort?” He teased
without looking up.

Jimin slipped out of his sandals and padded over to the couch. He curled up against
Jungkook’s side. “I love her.”

Jungkook noticed the tension in his voice instantly and he dog-eared his page before
gently turning Jimin’s face towards him. “Baby, what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just, I can see why she means so much to you and Namjoon.” Jimin gazed at
his partner, having yet to tire of trying to memorize each line of his face. He trailed his fingertips
over his eyebrow and down his temple and along his jaw before caressing his lips. “I love you. I
love you so much.”

Jungkook held Jimin’s wrist as he pressed his lips against Jimin’s fingertips. “I love you.”

“We have a hot tub outside.” Jimin said with a sly smile.

“We do.” Jungkook confirmed as he pulled Jimin’s hand from his lips. He placed a kiss to
the tops of his knuckles and the inside of his wrist. Jimin often felt like he was being worshipped
when Jungkook did that.

“How long as she been asleep?” Jimin asked as his eyes fluttered closed.

“She barely made it through getting jams on and brushing her teeth. It’s been a very long
and busy day.” He continued brushing his lips lightly over Jimin’s hand.

“You’re a great dad, Kookie.” Jimin said as he felt tears well up. He sniffed and cleared
his throat. “Will you come soak with me?”

Jungkook eased his body into the steaming water as Jimin stood to the side opening two
bottles of beer. Jungkook rested his arms on the stonework behind him, letting his head roll back as
the hot water instantly started to pull the tension from his body. He groaned as his eyes closed.
“This is exactly what I needed.”

“Oh?” Jimin questioned as he slipped into the water. “Because I thought perhaps this was
what you needed.” He said as he slid onto Jungkook’s lap, his knees on either side of Jungkook’s
thighs. He lowered the beers to the ledge behind Jungkook as Jungkook’s hands grasped his hips.

“You are always going to be exactly what I need.” Jungkook assured as his head rolled
back up and his eyes opened. He eased his grip on Jimin’s hips and flattened his palms against his
back. He ran his hands up the middle of Jimin’s back and pulled him forward. Jimin squeaked and
giggled before giving in and pressing his chest against Jungkook’s. He brought his hands to the
back of Jungkook’s head and ran his fingers through his hair before lowering his face. He kissed his
forehead first, then just under his ear before meeting his lips. Jungkook pulled him closer and
groaned as Jimin deepened the kiss, licking along Jungkook’s upper lip before entering his mouth.
Jimin rolled his hips and Jungkook’s body reacted instantly. He pulled away from Jimin’s lips only
to attack his neck, kissing, biting and licking as he rolled his hips up to meet Jimin’s ass as it rested
in his lap. “Damn, baby.”
 Jimin hummed, his head thrown back to encourage Jungkook to continue lavishing his
neck with attention. He rocked in Jungkook’s lap, his own dick hardening—appreciating that he
makes his boyfriend feel so good. “Can you be quiet?” Jungkook murmured against Jimin’s neck.

Jimin laughed. “No.”

“Alright, but if you wake up Minji, you’re explaining to her what she heard.” Jungkook
laughed as he brought his hand from Jimin’s strong back to the front of his swim trunks, trailing
along the top before reaching inside. Jimin released a light moan and Jungkook felt him throb in his
hand. Jungkook hushed him, pressing his lips to his as he started to stroke him in agonizingly slow
pulls.

“Kookie.” Jimin scolded. “Come on.” He pushed his hips forward, trying to thrust into
Jungkook’s hand. “Need you.” And if having Jimin plead in his lap wasn’t enough to get him
going, nothing would be.

“Jimin.” Jungkook panted as he grasped his right ass cheek in his left hand, still stroking
him with his right hand, picking up the pace. “God, want you so bad.” He kissed the middle of his
throat. “Want you in me so bad.”

“Oh my God.” Jimin whimpered. “Yes, yes.”

“Yes?”

“Fuck yes.”

“We didn’t drink our beer.” Jungkook teased.

“Leave the damn beer. Doesn’t matter.” He pulled away from Jungkook and crawled out
of his lap. “Come on.” He urged, holding out his hand. Jungkook stood and locked his hand with
Jimin’s. They pulled themselves out of the hot tub quickly, didn’t even bother with a towel, water
rushing off of them as they hurried to their bedroom. Jimin stepped out of his shorts first then
hurried to under the blankets, the combination of the AC and the ceiling fan threatening to kill his
erection. Jungkook laughed as he followed, getting a bit stuck in his for a moment. He flung the
soggy mess of shorts towards the corner before launching himself into bed as well.

Jimin lifted the blanket and smiled as Jungkook burrowed under it with him. “God,
you’re so beautiful.” Jungkook said as he kissed along Jimin’s jaw, his hands running along his
sides. He marveled at the feel of Jimin’s strong back and abs, how the firmness contrasted to the
soft curve of his hips and ass. “Prep me?” He whispered. Jimin groaned, his dick stiffening further.

Jimin reluctantly got out of the bed, double checked to make sure the door was locked,
turned on their TV for some background noise, and grabbed the lube from their suitcase. He hurried
back under the blanket and nestled between Jungkook’s knees. He watched Jungkook as he bit his
lip and breathed heavily in anticipation. His hair was damp and fanned out. Jimin draped himself
over him and kissed just under his lower lip, on the mole that teases him on a daily basis, begging
to be kissed. He trailed his hand down Jungkook’s chest, pausing to roll each nipple, pulling small
gasps and moans from Jungkook’s beautiful, pink lips. Jimin scooted back, leaving a kiss to
Jungkook’s skin as he went – his chest, his stomach, his hips, until he was back between his knees
admiring Jungkook’s swollen, heavy, and pulsing dick. He palmed him, rubbing his hand over the
smooth, hot skin. “Jimin.” Jungkook breathed.
 Jimin smirked, tempted to tease him, keep him on edge as long as possible. But with the
ache between his own legs, he was just as eager to get to it. He pulled his hand from Jungkook’s
dick, earning a small whine. His palms pressed against the insides of Jungkook’s thighs and they
parted immediately, fallen completely to the side. Jimin warmed the lube in his hand and teased
along Jungkook’s crack, Jungkook whimpering and rolling his hips towards Jimin’s hand. Jimin
leaned up to press his lips to Jungkook’s as he circled the rim, teasing, pressing but not entering. He
peppered short sweet kisses along Jungkook’s lips. “I love you.” He whispered as he finally, finally
pressed his first finger into Jungkook. A long, desperate moan fell from Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook relaxed almost instantly, begging Jimin for more so quickly Jimin almost
thought he must had prepped himself already. Jimin pressed around the rim, loosening more,
circling until Jungkook lifted his head, eyes narrowed. Jimin smiled sheepishly, leaned forward and
kissed him again as he pushed a second finger in next to his first. Jungkook arched his back and bit
his lip, trying to stay quiet.

“Please, please.” Jungkook groaned as he worked himself back against Jimin’s hand.
“Fuck, so good baby, so good.”

“Ready?” Jimin asked softly, his face pressed to Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook nodded, gasping as Jimin continued fingering him open now with three fingers.
“Mmm, please, yes. Yes.”

Jimin sat up and pulled his hand from Jungkook. He reached for the lube again and
Jungkook took the moment to flip onto his hands and knees. “Can you…like this?”

“Shit, Kook.” Jimin said as he ran his hand down Jungkook’s back before grasping his
meaty ass. “Yeah, I think I can manage that.” He laughed. Jungkook lowered his head to his
forearms, folded on the bed. Jimin grabbed his hips, lifting them higher and closer to him. He
draped himself over Jungkook’s back, kissing his shoulder as he covered his dick in lube and
pressed against him. Jungkook took a deep breath in and as he released it, relaxed enough for Jimin
to enter much more easily than their first time.

Jimin swallowed, breathing deeply himself to try and keep calm and last longer than all
of six minutes. “You okay?” He asked as he slowly pushed forward. Jungkook nodded as he
continued to breathe deeply. Jimin placed his hands to Jungkook’s hips as he bottomed out, biting
against a groan. He paused for a moment, letting Jungkook adjust. Jungkook pushed back against
him and Jimin took that as a go. He kept his hands on Jungkook’s hips as he pulled back admiring
the view of being enveloped by Jungkook before sliding back in. Jungkook moaned prettily under
him.

“Fuck, Kookie, you feel so good. So damn good.” He continued slow strokes, wanting to
savor the experience.

“F-faster, baby, please.” Jungkook whimpered, rocking back against him, trying to set the
pace. Jimin took a deep breath and prayed that giving his beautiful partner what he asks wouldn’t
push him over the edge too quickly. He tightened his hold on Jungkook’s hips, a satisfied moan
filling the space around them as Jimin quickened his tempo. “Yes, yes, shit Jimin. Oh my God.”
Endless babbling and praise fell from Jungkook’s mouth, mostly muffled by his arms and the
bedding.
 Jimin reached one hand around Jungkook’s hip and closed around his dick. Jungkook
cried out into the pillow as he instantly thrusted into the hold, precum coating Jimin’s hand. “There
you go.” Jimin said easily as he stroked him in time with his thrusts into him. “Feel so good, so
tight. Fuck you’re so beautiful.”

Jimin pulled his hand from Jungkook’s dick and then pressed so deeply into him that
Jungkook’s hips fell to the bed, his dick stuck between his body and the bed. He groaned as the
pace and pressure of Jimin’s thrusts created enough friction against the bed to keep his dick
satisfied. Jimin dropped his hips just enough that his next thrust in hit Jungkook’s prostate so
perfectly he burst into a sob before being overcome by moans and whimpers and pleas for Jimin to
never stop.

“Kookie, Kookie, Kookie.” Jimin panted just above Jungkook’s ear as he snapped his
hips into him again and again and again. “I’m, f-fuck Kook.” He growled as he locked his hips
tightly against Jungkook’s ass, cum filling the little space he had between him and Jungkook.

“Ah, shit, Jimin. Oh oh my fuck, God, yessss.” Jungkook cried out under him, his own
dick spilling cum into their bedding.

Jimin remained on top of Jungkook, panting and willing his heart not to beat out of his
chest. He peppered kisses along the tops of Jungkook’s shoulders and the nape of his neck. “I love
you, love you so much, goddamn I don’t think I’ll ever be over how good you fucking feel.”

Jungkook hummed, sated and happy. “Same, baby. I love you too.” His eyes remained
closed and his breathing slowly started to even out.

“I gotta pull out Kookie.”

“No.” Jungkook pouted. Jimin laughed and pulled out anyway. He kissed down
Jungkook’s back as he scooted away.

“I’ll be right back.” He promised. He slipped a robe on and grabbed a wet washcloth
from the bathroom. He came back to find Jungkook seconds away from sleep. He crawled back
onto the bed and wiped Jungkook down, doing his best to clean all the lube and cum from him.
“Roll over baby.” He said softly. Jungkook did as he was told and Jimin cleaned that side as well.
He leaned forward and pressed soft kisses over his face and against his lips. He tossed the
washcloth onto the pile of wet swim trunks then helped Jungkook slide into a pair of pajama pants
before dressing himself and climbing into bed with him.

“Love you.” Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s chest as he curled up next to him. “Gonna
keep you forever.”

“I’d like that, Kookie.”

Chapter End Notes

I'm so sorry for the wait!!

But it's almost wedding time!!

 Chapter 34
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin, Jungkook and Minji had a quick breakfast with everyone before they hurried off to the teddy
bear museum. “We’ll be done there well before dinner. I’m sure we can sneak in some more beach
time with you all.” Jimin assured as he stood from the buffet table and waited for Minji and
Jungkook to follow his lead.

“Sounds good, Chim. Have fun!” Namjoon said before watching them head out.

“Those three, I swear.” Grandma Kim said with a smile.

“They’re kinda perfect together, aren’t they?” Jin commented, a lazy smile still on his
face.

“He’s deserved to have someone by his side for a very long time.” Hoseok said as he
played with Yoongi’s fingers. “I’m glad Jungkook was able to get past his walls.”
 Grandma Kim hummed around the rim of her coffee mug. “Jimin seems to have gone
through some difficult times.” She glanced at Hoseok, who gave a small nod. “But my Jungkookie
will take care of him. And Minji.” Her lip curled up, “And if he doesn’t, he’ll have me to answer
to.”

“Shouldn’t you be taking that position for Kook, not against him?” Namjoon laughed.

“Should I?” Grandma Kim pretended to ponder. “Yes, probably.” She laughed lightly.
“But I have always had firm expectations on him—and you—why should this be any different?
Don’t worry, Namjoon, I don’t expect him to fail.”

“How does it feel to be a great grandma?” Jin asked with a wink.

“Let’s be clear on one thing, I am certainly not old enough to be a great grandmother –
especially to a six-year-old—but goodness, I was not expecting it to feel so good.” Grandma Kim
said.

“You definitely don’t look old enough.” Yoongi commented with a chuckle. It wasn’t
empty flattery; Grandma’s ability to not hold on to stress had kept a youthfulness to her aura. Aside
from her salt and pepper hair and crows feet she didn’t look much older than forty-five.

Grandma Kim turned to him with a mischievous smile. She raised her mimosa glass in a
toast. “Amen to that!”

“Grandma Kim, you’re not intending to steal my man now, are you?” Hoseok teased as
he draped himself over Yoongi’s shoulder.

Grandma Kim sat taller and pursed her lips. “Why? You think I could?”

Yoongi laughed, his typical off-putting demeanor melting away instantly, replaced with
the man that Hobi was so enamored with. “While I’ve never been one to discriminate based off age
or gender, I think it’s safe to say I’m not leaving you for Grandma Kim.” He played with Hoseok’s
hair at the back of his head, then turned back to Grandma Kim. “No offense, love.”

“None taken darling. Not sure you could keep up anyway.”

Namjoon choked on a bite of cantaloupe. “Oh God, that was an unwanted mental image.”
Jin giggled next to him as he patted his back. “That might be our cue to head out. Grandma, we’ll
grab lunch later?”

“If I’m not passed out in a beach chair somewhere, you got it.” Grandma Kim teased,
accepting the press of his lips to her cheek.

Namjoon frowned slightly at her. “Don’t worry Joon, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Yoongi
said.

“We’ll both be passed out in beach chairs.” Grandma Kim laughed. Namjoon shook his
head and grabbed Jin’s hand as they bid farewell.

“You don’t really need to keep an eye on me, darling.” Grandma Kim said with a light pat
to Yoongi’s hand. “But I would love if you came down to the beach later and chatted with me. You
and Hobi.” She smiled towards Hoseok, who beamed back at her.
 “You’re not actually worried that I would leave you for Grandma Kim, are you?” Yoongi
asked as he fell back onto their bed in their room. He reached for a pillow and nestled it between
his bent knees before folding his hands together and putting them under his head.

“You’re not actually going back to bed, are you?” Hoseok countered.

Yoongi scowled and pouted simultaneously. “You kept me up too late.”

Hoseok cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Oh?” He teased as he slipped off his
shoes and crawled onto the bed. “Seemed to me that you were, hm, up all on your own sweetheart.”

Yoongi’s eyes snapped open at the dip of the bed and he narrowed his gaze. “What are
you doing?”

Hoseok curled his body around his boyfriend and kissed the back of his head. “Nothing.
Just snuggling.”

“You never snuggle.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“Yes I do!” Hoseok gasped.

Yoongi rolled over and pushed Hoseok to his back. He crawled over him, nestling his
knees to the outside of Hoseok’s hips. He shook his head. “No, you don’t. It’s either because you
have some ulterior motive or because I ask you to snuggle.” He evened his gaze as he grasped
Hobi’s hands and raised them over his head. “So which one is it?”

Hoseok drew in a long breath as his eyes fell closed. “Well, you didn’t ask… so—”
Yoongi cut him off with an attack on his lips, urgent and needy. Yoongi kept his hands pinned as he
pulled from his lips and pressed his mouth to Hoseok’s jaw and neck. Hobi rolled his hips upward
as Yoongi rolled his down, pulling long groans from each of their throats. “Babe.” Hoseok
breathed. Yoongi grunted lightly as he continued to press his lips against the front of Hobi’s throat.

Yoongi continued, pressing kisses against Hobi’s neck and collarbones as his unoccupied
hand started to crawl up his shirt. Hobi’s head rolled back further as he groaned. Yoongi pulled
back and finally released Hobi’s hands. “Up.” Hoseok instantly sat up, pliant to Yoongi’s demands.
Yoongi grabbed the bottom of his shirt and swiftly removed it from Hobi’s body. He took a moment
to admire the man under him, he trailed his long, lean fingers over the dips and valleys of Hoseok’s
muscular chest and torso. His fingers deftly played at the top of Hoseok’s pants and his lip quirked
up.

Hoseok placed his hands over Yoongi’s. “Babe.” He said as he ran his hands up and down
Yoongi’s arms. “It’s your turn.” Yoongi hummed in question as he removed his own shirt and dove
back down for Hobi’s lips. “My ass needs a break, sweetheart.” Hobi laughed, effectively snapping
Yoongi from his lust filled haze. Hobi brought his hand up to cup Yoongi’s small chin. “Yeah?”

Yoongi smiled at him, soft and easy. “Yeah.” Yoongi leaned down and pressed his lips
back to Hobi’s before lifting off his lap to shed his pants, Hobi doing the same while he was free.
His dick sprang free, hard and excited at the fact that he would soon be nestled in his small, spunky,
but ultimately kind and compassionate partner. Yoongi climbed back into his lap, a slow roll of his
hips as he leaned forward to grab the lube off the table.

“Open yourself up, Pretty.” Hoseok said, his voice deep and urgent. “I can’t wait to watch
you take me.” Yoongi’s eyes fell closed, he loved how Hobi softened when he topped. He was a
demanding bottom, urging Yoongi to go deeper and faster, making him cry out and clench the
sheets just as tightly as his ass. But when he topped, he was reverent, sweet, loving. Slow and
deliberate. Yoongi allowed Hoseok to gently hold and stroke him as he brought his hand back to his
ass, slowly teasing and probing to ready himself for the hard dick that twitched under him.

“God, your hands.” Yoongi groaned as he watched Hoseok’s hands around him,
caressing, pulling, stroking. “I love your hands.”

“Is that all you love?”

“And your lips, your mouth, your ass, your dick…” Yoongi started to pant as he added
another finger and worked himself down on them.

“Sounds like you love me.” Hoseok said nonchalantly.

Yoongi’s eyes snapped open and he looked down at Hobi, his face flushed, lips parted as
he continued to stroke Yoongi’s hard and leaking dick. “You think so?” Hoseok hummed. “I could,
Hobi. Someday.”

“Me too, Pretty. Me too.” Yoongi leaned down to kiss Hoseok again, softly, repeatedly.
Hoseok brought his hand that wasn’t wrapped around Yoongi’s dick to card through his hair.
Yoongi pulled his fingers from himself, a small sigh falling from his lips before he grabbed
Hoseok’s dick. He reached over, grabbed a condom and skillfully eased it over Hobi in one smooth
motion. He lifted his hips, positioning himself over Hobi and then slowly lowered himself. “Oh, oh
Yoongi.” Hoseok whined as Yoongi spread open to allow him inside.

Yoongi started slow, easing himself down before pausing for a moment when he was
completely filled. He felt Hoseok pulse inside him and he bit his lip. He sat up, his slender, veiny
fingers splayed over Hoseok’s chest. He watched Hoseok’s face as he started to roll his hips and
ease off him before dropping back down. Hoseok watched him, his hands delicately on Yoongi’s
small hips. “So beautiful, Pretty. God, I could stare at you for days.”

Yoongi snorted. “You do.”

“Valid point.” Hoseok chuckled. He raised his knees and planted his feet, wanting to be a
more active participant in bringing his boyfriend pleasure. As Hoseok started to thrust upwards
Yoongi leaned his back against Hoseok’s thighs, his head falling back as moans fell from his lips.
They remained like that, passionately meeting each other’s movements for what felt like hours.
Sweat trickled down Yoongi’s neck and chest, his entire body flushing.

“God, Hobi, please, wanna come.” Yoongi panted.

“What do you need, Pretty?” Hoseok trailed his hands up Yoongi’s chest, rolling his
small nipple between his fingers. Yoongi growled. “This? You like this?” He trailed his hands back
down and firmly grasped his full, red, aching dick. “Or this?”
 “Yes, yes.” Yoongi chanted. Hoseok quickened the flick of his wrist and the snap of his
hips.

“Come on, Pretty.” Yoongi’s dick pulsed in his hand. “There you go, shit, so close, Pretty.
C-come for me.” Yoongi stopped his hips, locked down against Hobi’s as his ass clenched and his
dick started to spasm.

“Oh shit, yessss.” Yoongi growled as he fell forward against Hoseok, his dick coating
Hoseok’s abs in cum.

“God, fuck, Pretty. Shit.” Hobi groaned as he held Yoongi still and urgently entered him
over and over, chasing his own climax. Yoongi started to whimper over him, oversensitive. “H-hold
on, Pretty, almost.” Yoongi brought his mouth up to the side of Hoseok’s neck and bit down. The
shock of mild pain shot through Hoseok’s body and he tensed. He stilled all movements, holding
Yoongi tightly against his hips as his dick started spilling cum. Hoseok cried out as his hips
continued to stutter as his dick continued to leak with each pulsation.

They remained in each other’s embrace, content, fingers trailing over smooth, sweaty
skin. Yoongi lifted himself up on weak arms. He pressed his lips softly against Hoseok’s. “I’m
gonna get cleaned up and then go meet Grandma Kim for some tequila sunrises.”

“After that you’re still leaving me for Grandma Kim.” Hoseok laughed as he shook his
head. He smacked Yoongi’s ass, still nestled in his lap. “Go on then.”

Namjoon and Jin walked back towards the beach hand in hand after their massages. “I
don’t think I’ve ever been happier or more relaxed Joonie.”

“Me either.” He stopped walking and pulled Jin to him by his hand. His kind, soft eyes
locked on his partner of the last five years. “We’re getting married tomorrow.”

Jin’s full lips pulled into a bright smile. “We are.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to ask.” Joon said as he caressed the side of Jin’s face.

“You know I would have stayed with you forever, even if you never asked. I don’t need a
ring to prove we’re it for each other.” He paused. “Though, to be fair, I’m quite excited about my
ring. And about standing in front of friends and family declaring my undying love for you.”

“God, me too.” Namjoon sighed.

“I hope you like my vows.” Jin said softly, the sound of the waves almost covering his
words.

“They’re yours, Jinnie, of course I’m going to love them.” Joon assured with a kiss to his
forehead.

“They won’t be as poetic as yours.” Jin laughed. “You have such a way with words,
effortless and profound.”
 Namjoon smiled and caressed Jin’s lips with his thumb. “Your honesty is poetic, Jin.
Your vows are going to be perfect.” He pulled away and clasped their hands together again as they
stepped from the stone walkway onto the warm, white sand beach.

Yoongi found Grandma Kim on the beach, lounging in a beach chair. Her face was
slightly hidden under her large, floppy hat. She held a book in one hand, a frozen fruity drink in the
other. “Room for one more?” Yoongi’s deep voice asked.

Grandma Kim looked up with a smile. “For you? Absolutely. Need a drink? I can wave
down a server.”

“Nah, I already grabbed us two tequila sunrises.” Yoongi said with a raise of his hands, a
cool drink in each.

“I don’t know what my Jungkookie was always talking about, saying you were grumpy.
You’re a doll, Min Yoongi.” Grandma Kim said as she motioned Yoongi to sit. “I must say thank
you darling, for looking out for my Jungkookie these past couple years. He looks up to you a great
deal.”

“He’s a good kid.” Yoongi shrugged. “Reminded me of my little brother. He moved to the
States a few years ago, don’t get to see him much. Kook keeps me entertained, he’s a bit like an
excitable puppy—eager and affectionate. I pretend to be annoyed, but it’s nice you know, to feel
appreciated.”

Grandma Kim laughed delightedly. Jungkook had that exact energy—had ever since he
was a young boy. “Seems Hobi got past that though, hmm?” Yoongi flushed. “A new relationship?”

Yoongi nodded, still aware of the burning of his ears. Perhaps he needed sunscreen. “Very
new. But, yeah, he’s unique, special. He’s like sunshine where I’m slightly overcast all the time.”
He looked over to Grandma Kim who was sipping on her slushy drink, struck by how he barely
knew this woman and yet she effortlessly got him to spill things he’d typically keep to himself.

“We all need someone to bring balance to our lives. My late husband was always the one
a bit more even keeled, stoic even. But oh, when I could get him to laugh—it was a sight.” Her
eyes took on a faraway look, her smile fond. She looked back to Yoongi. “I imagine Hobi feels the
same way.”

Yoongi thought back to moments where Hoseok would break him down into fits of
laughter and yeah, his smile did seem to get even brighter though Yoongi wasn’t sure how that was
possible. “I think he does.”

“So, you were witness to this development with Jimin?” She noisily sucked down the last
of her frozen concoction and reached for the tequila sunrise. Yoongi raised his brow, impressed. He
lifted his glass to Grandma Kim’s and they met with a soft clink.

“I was. I attempted to rein him in—eager puppy you know—” he laughed. “But he was
gone for them almost instantly. His first time watching Minji was almost a disaster—she got
horribly sick overnight, but Jungkook was determined to prove he could take care of her. A bit of a
natural dad actually.”

“It does fit him well, doesn’t it?” She took another sip. “He’s always wanted to be a dad.
I will admit I was slightly concerned he might not get the chance. Should have known better than to
question the universe.” She paused and closed her eyes against the sun. “So where’s Hobi?”

Yoongi coughed and felt his ears burn again. He bet Grandma Kim had sunscreen. “Ah,
he may be taking a nap.” He reached behind himself and scratched the back of his head.

Grandma Kim’s laughter rang out. “Wore him out did you?” She continued to laugh.

“You are most definitely not like any other grandmother I’ve ever met.” Yoongi laughed.

Jimin, Jungkook and Minji got changed after coming back from the teddy bear museum
and headed down to the beach. As they approached they realized their entourage had grown
considerably in size. Minji pulled on Jungkook’s hand. “Dad! Grammy Sookie is here! And Papa!”

“They sure are baby. Go on.” He urged as he let go of her hand and lightly pushed her
forward. She took off in a run towards the cabanas—the group now needed two. And still a few
scattered beach chairs as well. “Looks like my aunt and uncle arrived as well—Joon’s parents. Oh!
And Jin’s sister!” He locked his hand with Jimin’s and picked up his steps.

They reached the cabana and Minji was already being pulled up into Jungkook’s mom’s
lap. “And who is this little one?” A young woman asked with a bright and kind smile.

“Ah, this is my lovely granddaughter, Minji.” Aesook said with a small boop to her nose.
Minji scrunched it up in response, pulling a light giggle from Aesook.

The young woman’s face clearly showed her confusion. “I—you only have Jungkook,
right? I, he didn’t—”

Jin jumped in, ruffling the young woman’s hair. “His partner’s daughter. But we don’t
make a thing out of it. She’s Jungkook’s for sure.” He looked towards Jungkook and Jimin and
gave a wink. Jungkook smiled in thanks.

“Well, she’s darling.” The woman cooed.

“Thank you.” Jimin said as he and Jungkook stepped into the cabana.

“Jungkook’s partner?” The woman assumed.

“Jimin.” He said with a smile and an outreached hand.

“Sunhi. Jin’s sister. I think he’s mentioned you. There’s been a lot of new people to keep
track of.”

Jin stepped to Jimin’s side and slung his arm over his shoulders. “Our Jiminie, of course
I’ve mentioned him! Chim might ring more of a bell though.”
 “Ah! Chim! Yes, now I remember.” She smiled brightly. “It’s so nice to meet you finally!
I don’t often get to Seoul so socializing with this goof and his friends doesn’t happen much.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Jimin smiled. “I’m glad that Jin has family here to celebrate
with us.”

“Jimin.” Jin said evenly. “You are family.” Jin did a quick round of introductions;
Namjoon’s parents Miok and Iseul, an official introduction to his sister Sunhi, a reintroduction to a
couple of their neighbors and co-workers. It was a small gathering, but comfortable and just what
Jin and Namjoon wanted for their wedding.

Jungkook happily introduced his aunt and uncle to Jimin and Minji. “You know, we’d
heard quite a bit about you and Minji from Namjoon,” Iseul said. “what an interesting turn of
events that you and Jungkook met and fell in love.”

“Apparently Jungkookie had been gushing about Jimin for months to Joon before they
officially met.” Jinho laughed. “He was a customer at his café.”

“Oh come on! Am I truly never going to live this down?” Jungkook wailed through his
laughter.

Jimin shook his head as his eyes squinted up with the force of his own laughter. “I really
don’t think so.”

“Super.” Jungkook deadpanned as his face flushed.

Chapter End Notes

Are y'all ready!? Next chapter is the wedding!! Though, depending on how long-winded I get
it might be broken into two chapters lol
 Chapter 35
Chapter Notes

IT'S FINALLY HERE!!

Wedding Day Part 1

Jungkook woke up before their alarm. He rubbed his face lightly then scooted up just a bit. The sun
was just starting to filter in through the sheer curtains, dancing delicately over Jimin’s honeyed
skin. Jimin’s cheeks were flushed and slightly puffy with sleep. His hair was mused, and lips
parted. Jungkook gazed at him, overwhelmed with love. Jungkook realized as he admired his
partner that he had discovered an entirely new meaning of home. Not just his physical location—
his heart felt at home once Jimin had allowed him in. Even amid disagreements he knew he was
loved and safe—Jimin would never deliberately try to hurt him. Jungkook knew that the universe
had intended this for them—that their lives travelled paths destined to cross. On the morning of his
cousin’s wedding, he knew without a doubt he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Jimin. Some
people would probably claim it was just wedding fever, a contagion of sorts. Which is why
Jungkook knew he wouldn’t say anything—not today, not for awhile. He knew Jimin wasn’t ready.
That was okay, Jungkook wasn’t going anywhere.

He pressed his lips to Jimin’s chest as he settled back into his embrace, willing himself to
close his eyes for another hour. The ceremony wouldn’t start until one, but they’d have to be up and
moving well before then. Just not quite this early. Jimin’s breaths were still even and deep, lulling
Jungkook’s mind back into stillness. His mind calmed and he slowly followed the draw of sleep.

Until a small tapping pulled him back. He scrunched his forehead and listened. Tap tap
tap. He sat up and rubbed his face. He looked to the door where the sound came again. He slipped
out of bed and eased the door open.

“Dad!” Minji whisper-yelled, Jungkook was thankful she at least had the sense to know it
was much too early in the morning for yelling. “It’s wedding day!”

He stepped out of their room, his hand falling to the back of Minji’s head as he smiled
down at her. “It sure is, Pumpkin.” He pulled the door gently shut behind them. “What are you
doing up so early?”

“Didn’t want to miss it.” She said as she climbed up onto the couch.

Jungkook pulled a small orange juice from the mini bar. He chuckled lightly. “Oh
Pumpkin, I would have made sure you didn’t miss it.”

Minji accepted the small bottle of juice and smiled as she snuggled into his side once he
sat with her on the couch. “Dad?” Jungkook gave a small noise of acknowledgment. “You love
Daddy, right?”

“Very much, Baby. Why do you ask?”

“Do you think you love him as much as Uncle Jinnie loves Uncle Joonie?”

Jungkook paused. “Minnie.” He played with her hair and she gazed up at him. “Love
can’t be measured. Not like that at least. Just like I could never say if I loved you or Daddy more.
Both of you have all of me, just in different ways. Uncle Jinnie and Uncle Joonie have been
together a long time and their love is a little different. More stable. Daddy and I are still settling in,
figuring each other out. Sometimes I still get it wrong.”

“Oh. Like when you forget to put a new garbage bag in the bin after you take out the
other one.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Just like that. I’m sure that Uncle Jinnie and Uncle Joonie have
things like that all figured out.”

Minji stayed nestled against Jungkook, sipping on her orange juice. “So…” she hesitated.
“So does that mean you don’t want to marry Daddy?” Her lower lip started to jut out and he was
desperate to assure her that wasn’t it but didn’t want to give any false hope to her either.

“Sweetheart. No, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to marry Daddy.”

 “So you do wanna marry Daddy.” She said, her lip now pulled back up and spread into a
smile.

“All I know, Pumpkin, is that I’m gonna stay as long as you and Daddy want me, yeah?
And we don’t need to get married for me to stay.” He leaned down a bit and added on softly, “I
probably wouldn’t say no if he asked though.” Minji giggled and sipped some more on her juice.
“Definitely wouldn’t say no.” He murmured.

After a loud and excited breakfast with the entire wedding party and guest list, Namjoon,
Jin, Jungkook, Jimin, and Minji made their way to the off-site wedding location. They would get
ready and then do pictures before the ceremony. Jin, Jimin, and Minji had one small tent set up
while Namjoon and Jungkook had another.

Namjoon slipped on his navy blue suit jacket and turned to Jungkook who was buttoning
up his dress shirt. “Well?” He asked as he turned to Jungkook. He spun around with his arms
spread.

“You look great, Joon.” He stepped up to him. “Let me get your boutonniere.” Jungkook
reached to a small table and grabbed the small mix of peach, pink, and orange flowers. “Jin has a
great eye for color.” He said as he examined the accessory.

“He really does. He has a great eye for everything I suppose.”

“Well, he picked you, didn’t he?” Jungkook teased as he pinned the flowers to the front
of his lapel. He then grabbed the cufflinks from the table and helped him with those too.

“Thank you, Kook.” Namjoon said as Jungkook finished his cufflinks and brushed
invisible dust from his jacket. “Thank you for standing with me in support of my marriage.”

“Joon. Jin’s always been it for you, anyone could see that. I can’t imagine not being here
for this.” He picked up his own boutonniere. “Can you?” Namjoon nodded and pinned the flowers
to Jungkook’s navy blue vest.

Jin and Jimin were all dressed and chatted happily as Jimin did Minji’s hair. Jimin’s
nimble fingers wove ribbon and flowers into the intricate braids he created. “I’m a bit anxious that
my vows aren’t going to be as good as Joon’s.” Jin admitted as he adjusted the tuck of his shirt.

“Hey, I think as long as they’re how you feel, they’re going to be great.” Jimin said, his
words a bit mumbled as he held the flower stems and bobby pins in his mouth.

Jin laughed lightly. “That’s what Joon said too.” He sighed. “I’m so excited to spend the
rest of my life with him.”

“You two are adorable together.” Jimin smiled around his mouthful of accessories.

Jin paused, debated only for a moment. “You and Jungkook are too.” He smiled down at
Minji, who’s eyes lit up at the mention of her dad.
 Minji’s smile spread. “Dad said he wouldn’t say no if Daddy asked him to get married.
But said since he still forgets to put a new bag in the garbage that they should wait.”

Jimin’s laugh was both amused and anxious. “The garbage?”

Minji nodded. “Said Uncle Jinnine and Uncle Joonie have that stuff figured out. That’s
why they’re getting married.” Jimin locked his gaze on Jin, a silent request that he help him try to
figure out how that conversation had actually gone down. Jin nodded lightly with a small laugh.

“There are so many reasons we’re getting married sweetheart. But having a handle on
chores doesn’t hurt.” He chuckled. Jimin finished up Minji’s hair and Jin sighed. “Oh darling, your
hair is perfect. Your daddy is amazing.”

Jimin got Minji changed into her dress and Jin’s eyes welled up with tears. The
combination of ivory, pink, and peach flowers paired perfectly with her blush colored dress.
“Don’t. You’ll make me cry.” Jimin said.

“She’s just so perfect.” He swallowed and dabbed at his eyes. “This day wouldn’t be
complete without both of you here with me.”

The photographer set up Namjoon aside a large tree, a massive waterfall in the backdrop.
He was to await Jin there. Jin was brought to rest on the opposite side of the tree and they both
reached their hands back to lock together, the small touch without seeing each other brought
emotion bubbling to their throats. “I love you Joonie.” Jin said, his voice strained and watery. The
photographer snapped photos the entire time. “I can’t wait to see you and marry you and stay with
you forever.”

“Jin.” Namjoon breathed as he brought his other hand up to his face. “Jin, you’re
everything to me.” He squeezed his hand. “I’d marry you a thousand times if I could.”

The photographer gave them the okay to step away from the tree and turn to each other.
The moment they turned to each other, Jin struggled to stay upright, reaching out for Namjoon to
steady him. Namjoon stepped forward instantly wrapping Jin in his arms. “Oh my God, you’re
beautiful.” Namjoon gushed. He pulled back and brushed his hand over Jin’s face.

“Look at you!” Jin laughed, overcome. He grabbed the sides of Namjoon’s face and
pulled him in to meet his lips. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” He murmured
against his lips. “I love you.”

The photographer captured the entire exchange before directing them into a few more
shots. Their love and devotion easily captured in every shot. As they continued, guests started to
arrive to the ceremony site, which was an observatory deck facing the waterfall.

Grandma Kim, Miok, Iseul, and Sunhi had the front row to themselves while the rest of
their guests filled in the seats behind. Jimin and Minji waited towards the back, hoping to stay a
touch hidden, Jimin a bit anxious to see Jungkook since Minji’s comment in the tent. Jin found
them and embraced Jimin. “How was your first look?” Jimin asked.

“I never thought he could ever be more attractive, but today proved me wrong. He’s
stunning. So handsome.” Jimin smiled and hugged Jin again.
 “Okay, we’re about ready.” Their officiant said as she found Jin. “All the guests are
seated, I got Namjoon upfront. Jungkook will meet you at the end of the aisle.” She finished her
statement looking at Jimin and he nodded. She patted Jin’s arm and went to take her place by Joon.

“Great Gram is going to come wait with you until it’s your turn okay?” Jimin said before
kissing her forehead and making his way to the back of the aisle. As he approached he saw the
broad back of Jungkook. The navy blue vest accentuating his smaller waist, his butt round and
tantalizing in his slim fit slacks. Jimin swallowed. “Hey.”

Jungkook turned and gasped. “Wow.” Jimin blushed.

“Wow yourself.” Jimin laughed. He reached out for Jungkook and their hands locked
together. Jungkook leaned in and kissed Jimin’s cheek. They waited at the end of the aisle for the
music to start and for the officiant to give a nod to their approach. Jimin locked his arm through
Jungkook’s and they proceeded down to join Namjoon and await Jin. Jungkook’s gaze softened on
Jimin as they parted, he mouthed I love you. And Jimin mouthed them back instantly.

Jungkook turned to Namjoon and hugged him fiercely. “Here we go.” He took his spot
next to Namjoon, only to be stopped in his tracks as Minji came down the aisle. Namjoon wrapped
his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “She’s beautiful.” Jungkook whispered, his voice tightened
with the threat of tears. He looked across the aisle where Jimin was struggling as well. Minji tossed
a mix of ivory, blush, peach, yellow, and orange petals from a small basket, the rings tied carefully
to the top. She smiled delightedly at her daddy, her dad, and her uncle Joonie.

She reached the front of the aisle and bounced up and down in front of Namjoon. “Uncle
Joonie, it’s your wedding!” She squealed, eliciting a round of laughter from all the guests.

Namjoon lifted her up into his arms, pressing a kiss to her round cheek. “It sure is. You
look so lovely.” He placed her back to the ground. Jimin motioned her to his side. She scurried over
to him and he held the back of her head as they waited for Jin to finally join them.

The music shifted and Jin stepped to the back to the aisle. Namjoon took a deep breath
and bit his lip. Jin smiled and raised his brow. Ready? He mouthed to Namjoon, who quickly
nodded before Jin started walking down the aisle. They met at the front, locking their hands
together tightly.

Their officiant smiled. “Friends and family, we have been invited here to bear witness to
the declaration of love and commitment between Seokjin and Namjoon. I am honored to have been
chosen to share in this occasion, though I will keep it brief as these two have written their own
vows and promises to share. I will say that marriage isn’t easy, but I trust these two. In the short
time I’ve known them I can see how much they love each other. I trust that love, their friendship,
and their commitment to one another. I know they’ll be there for each other, they’ll be loyal, and I
know they’ll spend the rest of their lives growing and learning from one another. With that, I think
it’s time to let them speak on their love. Seokjin, we’ll begin with you.”

Jin took a deep breath and smiled at Namjoon. “I wrote and rewrote these vows I don’t
know how many times, wanting to get them perfect for this moment. But then I realized that this is
but one moment in our lives together. That I will get to declare my love for you continuously,
whenever the moment strikes. Which, with you, is all the time.” Namjoon squeezed his hands
before Jin continued. “Kim Namjoon, these are the things I promise you today; I promise to always
strive to meet your needs. Not out of obligation, but because it delights me to see you happy. I
promise to show you, every day, that I know exactly how lucky I am to have you in my life. I am so
honored that you have chosen me to spend your life with. I cannot wait to see where our journey
together leads. I trust you and love you, now and always.” He bit his lip as he finished and lifted a
hand to wipe his eye.

The officiant turned to Namjoon and gave a small nod. “ Kim Seokjin, you came into my
life in such a whirlwind, passionate and kind. I will forever be grateful that the 2pm philosophy
course I wanted was full when I went to register because I then had to enroll in the 10am section.
The section that you were in. So, in light of that course I felt it was only fitting that I share
something that Rufus, a Roman Stoic philosopher said regarding love. He said, ‘Where, then, this
love for each other is perfect and the two share it completely, each striving to outdo the other in
devotion, the marriage is ideal and worthy of envy, for such a union is beautiful. But where each
looks only to his own interests and neglects the other … then the union is doomed to disaster and
though they live together, yet their common interests fare badly; eventually they separate entirely or
they remain together and suffer what is worse than loneliness.’ I know it ends on a dark note.” He
chuckled lightly, their guests following. “But the thing is, you’ve never sought out satisfaction only
for yourself. You’re the most selfless man I’ve ever met; giving your all to everyone you encounter
—your students, their parents, your family and friends, and me. I promise to attempt to outdo you
in my devotion and love though I know it will be impossible. But oh, what a challenge to take on
every day.” He took a deep breath as his eyes welled. “I am sorry, my dearest Jin, that it took me so
long to ask. I will never be able to convey how I felt when you said yes. I, too, am honored that
you’ve chosen me to spend your life with.”

Jungkook looked beyond the couple, watching as Jimin fought his own tears, his hands
shaking slightly. He worried that perhaps it was because he’d been so close to marrying Yungmi.
Jimin lifted his eyes to Jungkook and the fight with his tears was instantly lost. Jungkook wanted to
rush to him, hold him and kiss away his tears but instead he gave a small, reassuring smile before
he turned his attention back to Jin and Joon.

“Namjoon, Seokjin.” The officiant started. “Your rings are a symbol of your love and
these promises you’ve made to each other today. The never-ending circle a representation of an
unbreakable infinite love. May we have the rings?”

Jimin leaned down to Minji. “That’s your cue, Minnie. Go to Uncle Jinnie.”

Minji stepped shyly to in front of the couple. Jin knelt down and untied the rings from
Minji’s basket. He kissed the top of her head, whispering a sweet thank you. Minji looked to Jimin,
then Jungkook. She looked back to Jimin and he knew what her unspoken question was. He gave a
small nod and she went to stand with Jungkook for the last of the ceremony. Jungkook smiled to
Jimin and reached for Minji’s hand.

“Seokjin, take this ring and place it on Namjoon’s finger. Repeat after me. Namjoon, I
give you this ring as a symbol of the promises I’ve made to you today.” Jin did as told, his voice
shaking with unadulterated emotion. Namjoon instructed to do the same. “Seokjin and Namjoon
have declared their love in front of me, you as their honored guests, and in front of the universe. It
is my greatest honor to declare this union joined and wish these two endless love and joy in their
lives together. You may now kiss your husband.”

Seokjin flushed, “My husband.” He gasped before being pulled in quickly by Namjoon,
their lips locking together effortlessly as they had a thousand times before, this time with promises
of forever. Their lips met time and time again before seamlessly flowing into a deeper, more
passionate kiss. Their guests erupted in applause, effectively breaking the kiss before it got
awkward. Namjoon chuckled as he rested his forehead against Jin’s.

“Want to have a party?” Namjoon laughed.

“Absolutely.” Jin grinned.

Jungkook led Minji by the hand to meet Jimin and head back down the aisle, followed by
Jin and Namjoon. The five of them gathered together to have more pictures taken. Namjoon’s
parents, Grandma Kim, and Sunhi joined them shortly after. Jimin and Jungkook watched as Jin
and Namjoon got a few shots, just them and Minji. She ate up all the attention, giggling and
twirling in her dress. Jungkook hooked his chin over Jimin’s shoulder. “She’s the most beautiful
girl I’ve ever seen.” He said softly as his arms wrapped around Jimin’s waist. Jimin slid his hands
over the top of Jungkook’s, their fingers threading together.

“A beautiful girl for a beautiful wedding.” Jimin murmured. “I’m so happy for them.”

“Me too.” Jungkook agreed. “I have a surprise for them when we get back.”

“Oh?” Jungkook hummed. “What is it?”

“A surprise.” Jungkook chuckled.

 Chapter 36
Chapter Notes

Wedding Part 2!

Alright, a couple things... clearly I'm a Westerner...so I used American music for the wedding
reception. Don't judge me too harshly please?
Let's pretend that the song for their first dance was an original. It's clearly not--I'm an author
but unfortunately not a superb poet. It's actually a BEAUTIFUL song by Bailey Bryan called
"Perspective."

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The wedding party arrived back at the resort, greeted with a beautiful setup for their reception. The
resort had tables set out, ivory tablecloths, blush and navy runners and centerpieces filled with Jin’s
perfect mix of ivory, peach, blush, orange and yellow flowers. “It’s perfect.” Jin said as he locked
his hand with Namjoon’s.

“Jungkook and Minji worked very hard with the resort staff to convey what we were
looking for.”

“They did an amazing job.”

The guests were already seated at their tables, soft fairy lights strung from the ceiling
casting a delicate glow among them. Each table had a small glass cube in the center featuring
pictures of Jin and Namjoon throughout the past five years. Their guests chatted happily, sipping
wine and enjoying the soft music. As they saw Jin and Namjoon approach they all stood and
applauded. They bowed and took their seats at the small head table. Jimin, Jungkook and Minji sat
to the right of them. Traditionally Jungkook would have sat to Namjoon’s side and Jimin to Jin’s,
but Jin and Joon weren’t about to separate the little family. Once they were settled and had finished
most of their dinner Jimin stood to offer a toast.

“Truth be told, I was a bit surprised when Jin asked me to stand at his side for his
wedding. You see, we haven’t known each other long, only a couple of years. But I can say with
certainty that I can see why Namjoon was so easily drawn in. Jin has the purest heart I’ve ever
encountered. Sure, his jokes can be a bit corny and cringey at times, but the way all our hearts
lighten through our laughter with him is more than worth it.” Everyone laughed lightly, knowing
that Jimin wasn’t wrong regarding Jin’s unique sense of humor and ability to make people laugh.
Jin always fastest to laugh at himself. “Namjoon and Jin reignited my belief in love. They gave me
hope. They exemplify what it means to love someone—selflessly, passionately, and without
apology. They fight fair and forgive easily. Jin, Namjoon, I cannot wait to continue to stand for you
and by you, sharing in all your adventures. You have five years down, here’s to fifty more.” He
raised his glass and the crowd cheered, toasting each other.

Jin reached up and grabbed Jimin’s hand, “Thank you.” His voice was tight, and Jimin
could tell he was fighting his tears. “We love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Jimin sat back down and grabbed Jungkook’s hand. “Your turn.” He
smiled.

“I didn’t write a speech. Because I honestly knew I’d suck at it.” Jungkook laughed as he stepped
away from the table with the mic. “And don’t think I didn’t notice how confused you looked with
the piano by the dance floor. Yes, we’re all aware that we’ll have a DJ for the dance. But the first
dance is mine.” He motioned for Minji and she bounced out of her chair and hurried to her dad.
They nestled in on the piano bench together. Jungkook attached the mic to the stand on the piano.

“As I prepared to write this song, I gathered information via conversations with Namjoon
and Jin. We talked about that first fateful meeting in their Philosophy course, Jin telling me how the
moment he saw Namjoon everything shifted. They both told me about how free they feel together,
how supported and encouraged they are by the other. In all my conversations there was a common
thread—that how the other loved them shifted how they loved themselves, the way the other saw
them impacted how they saw themselves. I tried to put it all in words and set it to music.” He
chuckled lightly. “I heard that Hans Christian Andersen said something along the lines of ‘where
words fail, music speaks.’ I hope you both find that to be true with this. Because this isn’t how I see
you two, this is how you see each other—based off what you told me, so if it’s wrong, it’s your
fault.” He laughed again, everyone chuckling along.
 Namjoon took Jin’s hand and they stepped onto the dance floor as Jungkook took a deep
breath and pressed his hands to the keys of the piano. Minji beamed excitedly from next to
Jungkook, proud as could be to watch her dad play his song for her uncles. A delicate start and then
Jungkook’s voice rang out—the sound stilling the crowd and launching Jimin’s heart to his throat.

Never used to wanna get out of bed

But this morning, this morning
I woke up with an idea in my head
And I'm soaring, yeah, I'm soaring

Everybody before
Pinned my wings to the floor
And they walked away
But baby now that I'm yours
I know I'm worth so much more
And I gotta say

He looked down at Minji then up at Jimin with a smile dancing on his lips. He may have
written it for Namjoon and Jin, but he could certainly relate to it on his own.

That I got a new perspective

All 'cause you respect this
Finally liking what I see
Got me thinking all my exes
They can leave a message
I got everything I need
And it's all because of you
Yeah, it's all because of you
No one's ever loved me the way you do
Giving me a new perspective
Seeing my reflection
From a better point of view
And it's all because of you

Yeah, it's all because of you

Something about the way

You looked at me on that first day
It felt different, felt different
 The way Namjoon smiled at Jin, Jungkook knew he got that line right. Jin tightened his
grip in Namjoon’s hair at the back of his head as his eyes welled up. Namjoon placed a kiss to Jin’s
forehead, lingering there as his own eyes fought tears.

And I can tell by the words that you say

That you get it, yeah, you get it

Namjoon pulled back and raised his hand to Jin’s face, he wiped away the tears that
started to fall. “You always got it, Jinnie. Even when I didn’t.”

Everybody before
Pinned my wings to the floor
And they walked away
But baby now that I'm yours
I know I'm worth so much more
And I gotta say

That I got a new perspective

All 'cause you respect this
Finally liking what I see
Got me thinking all my exes
They can leave a message
I got everything I need
And it's all because of you
Yeah, it's all because of you
No one's ever loved me the way you do
Giving me a new perspective
Seeing my reflection
From a better point of view
And it's all because of you

Jungkook nodded to Minji and she leaned up to echo him, “And it’s all because of you.”
The addition of her small, sweet voice bringing a sob out of Jimin—as well as Jin.

Yeah, it's all because of you

When I look at you

Minji echoed again, “Look at you.”

I feel like the whole world just got a little lighter

 When I look at me through your eyes
I realize that maybe I'm a fighter
When I look at you
I feel like the whole world just got a little lighter
When I look at me

He nodded to Minji. “Look at me.”

Through your eyes

“Through your eyes.” Minji smiled towards her uncles.

I realize that maybe I'm a fighter

And maybe I'm worth fighting for

Jin continued to openly weep as he and Joon continued to dance. He wondered how
Jungkook was able to get it so perfectly. How did he know so intimately how difficult it was to be
rejected by his parents, how he struggled to believe it was worth it, he was worth it? Did he really
give him that much through random conversation? How did he unwillingly express that Namjoon
convinced him to not give up? As he glanced over to Jungkook and saw him gazing at Jimin, he
knew that he and Namjoon weren’t the only inspiration. He smiled, happy that he and Jimin fell so
happily in love.

'Cause now I got a new perspective

All 'cause you respect this
Finally liking what I see
Got me thinking all my exes
They can leave a message
I got everything I need
And it's all because of you
Yeah, it's all because of you
No one's ever loved me the way you do
Giving me a new perspective
Seeing my reflection
From a better point of view
And it's all because of you
Yeah, it's all because of you
And it's all because of you, you
And I got a new perspective, yeah
Namjoon tightened his hold on his husband, hushing him as he continued to cry. Jungkook leaned
down towards Minji. “I sure hope he’s not crying because my song was bad.”

Minji shook her head. “I don’t think so. I think they liked it.” She looked back to where
Jimin remained at the head table, wiping his own eyes. “I think Daddy liked it too.” They stood
from their bench and Namjoon and Jin rushed to them. They both wrapped Jungkook tightly in
their arms.

“That was perfect, Kook.” Namjoon said softly against the side of his head. “Thank you.”

“I couldn’t have asked for a better first dance.” Jin sniffled. He pulled back and kissed
Jungkook’s cheek and then knelt before Minji. “You sang so well, darling.” She fell into his
embrace and he stood back up, squeezing and kissing her.

They all made their way back to the head table. Jungkook watched as Jimin took a deep
breath before meeting his eyes. The edge of his smile was a bit pained. Jungkook lowered himself
back into his chair next to Jimin and took his hand tightly in his. “I can’t believe you wrote that. It’s
so beautiful.” Jimin said.

“You okay?” Jungkook asked as he ran his free hand through Jimin’s hair. Jimin nodded
and leaned into his touch. “I love you.” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin swallowed again. “I know.” His eyes met Jungkook’s, honest, vulnerable, but
trusting. “And I love you.” He gazed at him, thinking about how Minji said Jungkook wouldn’t say
no. How could he know so soon? How could he say that he’d be okay with forever? Because that’s
what marriage was—forever. The last time he thought someone wanted him forever, she took her
life instead of spending it with him.

“Dance with me?” Jungkook asked as the start of Al Green’s Let’s Stay Together filtered
through the speakers. He stood and reached for Jimin’s hand. They stepped to the dance floor and
Jungkook twirled Jimin swiftly before catching him in his embrace just as the first line came,
Jungkook quickly sang along. “I, I’m so in love with you.” He grinned down at Jimin, his gaze
drawing in every curve of Jimin’s face. He nuzzled down into his hair as they continued to sway
with the music. Jimin’s heart stuttered when Jungkook decided to sing again, “And I want to spend
my life with you.”

Jimin tightened his hold on Jungkook’s waist as he buried his face in his neck, wondering
if he picked those lines specifically to sing. “Ooh, loving you forever is what I need.” As the song
picked up Jungkook pulled back with a grin and extended his movements, his hips rocking as he
held Jimin’s hands in his before moving back in and spinning both of them around. Jimin’s head
fell back as his adoration for the younger man came out in the form of delighted laughter.

Aesook and Jinho watched as they, too, swayed on the dance floor. “They really are in
love, aren’t they?” Jinho pondered.

“You can’t fake that look, darling.” Aesook said softly. Jinho pulled his gaze from Jimin
and Jungkook and found the same look of love on his wife’s face. He smiled softly as he pressed
his lips to her forehead.

“Yoongi.”
 “No.”

“Please?”

Yoongi turned his head to Hobi, who had his lip jutted out and eyes wide. “Stop.” His lip
quirked up though.

“How are you not going to dance with me? At a wedding of all places?” He grabbed
Yoongi’s hands. “Pretty.” His voice dropped and he bit his lip.

“Oh, that’s unfair.” Yoongi groaned as he stared at Hobi’s lips, the private pet name
stirring his insides.

“Dance with me, Pretty.” He stood up, Yoongi’s hands still held in his.

“Yoongi, darling, go dance with your man. But then dance with me, yeah?” Grandma
Kim teased, sipping on her champagne as she walked by, Minji leading her to the dance floor.

Yoongi laughed as he reluctantly allowed Hobi to pull him to follow. “You’re not going
to want to dance with me, Grandma. I’m not very good at it. Especially next to this one.” He
nodded towards his boyfriend.

“Then just let me lead.” Hoseok said as he successfully pulled Yoongi to the dance floor
that had steadily filled with not just Namjoon and Jin’s guests, but other guests of the resort as
Namjoon and Jin opened the party to everyone once dinner was over.

“No way.” Jungkook laughed as he shook his head. “No fucking way.”

“What?” Jimin asked as he turned around in Jungkook’s hold. He brought his hand up to
his face to hide his giggles. “Wow.”

“I know!” They both watched in awe as Hoseok effectively made Yoongi forget about
anyone else but Hobi and led him in a sweet, sensual dance to Lights Down Low. As they pulled
closer, Hobi’s hips rolling smoothly towards his boyfriend’s, his hands slipped to grasp Yoongi’s
hips and Yoongi’s hands twisted in Hobi’s hair. Hoseok dropped his face to the side of Yoongi’s
neck, soft presses of lips to skin pulling Yoongi’s eyes closed. Their bodies fit together snugly, hips
rolling as smoothly as water.

Jungkook draped himself over Jimin’s shoulder, his arms tightly around his small waist.
He pulled his hips back, nestling Jimin flush against him as his he started to move. “Isn’t it
amazing?” Jimin rolled his head back towards Jungkook with a small hum. “How easily Hobi can
pull Yoongi out of his comfort zone?”

“Love does that.” Jimin said easily.

“You think they love each other?” Jungkook asked, turning his gaze back to their friends.

“Maybe.” Jimin continued to move with Jungkook. “If not already, I think they will
eventually.”
 Jungkook walked up to the DJ, glancing back to where Jimin and Minji were finishing up
their cake. Jimin had to convince Minji that not everyone got to have a food fight after Namjoon
painted his husband’s face with buttercream frosting. Which, of course, led Jin to smash an entire
handful of cake in Joon’s face. He leaned in with his request and the DJ smiled. “I got you.”

Jungkook approached the table and ran his hand over the back of Minji’s head as he
leaned down to press his lips to the side of Jimin’s face. “Come with me?” He asked softly. Jimin
looked to Minji. “Both of you, please?”

Minji shoved the last of her cake in her mouth before hopping off her chair. “Okay Dad.
Come on Daddy.” They all held hands as they made their way back to the dance floor. Jungkook
gave a nod to the DJ.

Jungkook lifted Minji and placed her on his hip as his other arm reached out to pull Jimin
to his side as the first chords started to play. “Where words fail, music speaks, right?”

Jimin’s eyes welled. He knew this song. Everyone knew this song. Jungkook pulled his
hand from Jimin’s waist to brush a tear away just as the first line hit, “Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes, come on and come to me now.”

Jimin fell into Jungkook’s side, latching on to both him and Minji. Jungkook kissed the
top of Jimin’s head and then turned to Minji, singing softly as he kissed her as well. “Nothing you
confess could make me love you less.” Minji dropped her head to Jungkook’s shoulder, her hand
reached out to wrap around Jimin’s neck.

“Oh my God.” Jin sobbed as he watched the small trio slowly spin and sway to the iconic
song. He clutched Namjoon’s hand as Aesook approached. She raised her phone to capture some
pictures, knowing how much it meant to Jungkook to document important moments—and this
certainly was one. Jin and Namjoon’s professional photographer followed suit. Hoseok was also
doing the same from the opposite wall, sniffling and wiping his face as he watched his best friend
finally being loved as he deserved.

After giving them a few moments to enjoy the dance floor alone, couples started to join
them—Hobi and Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin, Aesook and Jinho, and endless resort guests. But for
Jimin, Jungkook, and Minji it was still just them. It would always be them.

The night continued, filled with laughter and dancing and a few more tears. Drinks
flowed freely, dancing getting crazier and perhaps a bit more scandalous at times. “Hoseok, I’ve
been watching you, I think you could keep up. Wanna dance?” Grandma Kim asked as she headed
towards the DJ. After exchanging a few words, the DJ laughed, but nodded to her request.

The bass line introduced the song, pulling numerous people out of their seats. “Are you
kidding me?” Hobi laughed. “You gotta get Jimin out here for this then too.” Hoseok looked
around, trying to locate Jimin.
 But by the time the chorus dropped Jimin was right by their side, belting out the lyrics.
“NOW WATCH ME WHIP NOW WATCH ME NAE NAE. NOW WATCH ME WHIP WHIP, WATCH
ME NAE NAE.” His smile overtook his face as he laughed while he whipped and nae-nae’d,
Grandma Kim following along effortlessly.

“Oh my God, this woman is insane!” Hoseok laughed as they continued.

“Uncle Hobi!” Minji yelled as she jumped in the middle of their little group, and instantly
the attention was on her. Her small body rocked side to side, as she too whipped and nae-nae’d.

Jungkook stood to the side, laughing hysterically with Yoongi. “You see that Yoons?
Those are our men right there.”

Yoongi draped his arm over Jungkook’s shoulders. “Sure are, Kook. Sure are.”

“Hey Grandma.” Jungkook approached her where she was laughing with a couple of
Namjoon and Jin’s neighbors. He motioned her away and she wrapped her arm quickly through his.
“I was wondering…you can say no, of course…but I was wondering if maybe Minji could stay
with you tonight?” His cheeks darkened with a deep blush.

“Oh my sweet Jungkookie. No reason to be embarrassed. You think I don’t recognize

horny gazes when I see them?” She laughed.

“Oh my God, Grandma!”

She raised her brow. “Am I wrong?”

“Well, I mean.” Jungkook sputtered and Grandma Kim maintained her gaze. “No, you’re
not wrong.”

“I’d be happy to have a little sleepover with her, darling.” Grandma assured with a soft
pat of her small hand on Jungkook’s arm.

Jungkook wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her cheek. “Thank you Grandma.”

“Minji, sweetie, would you like to have a sleepover in my room tonight?” Grandma Kim
asked as she sat next to Minji and Jimin at a table just off the dance floor.

Minji’s eyes widened and her face lit up excitedly. “Really?” She looked to Jimin, who
turned to Grandma Kim.

“Uh, I mean—it’s fine with me.” Jimin said unsurely.

“Oh lovely!” Grandma said happily. “How about one more dance and we’ll head that
way, hm?”
 “Okay Great Gram!” Minji nodded and took another sip of her Shirley Temple before
hurrying to the dance floor.

“You sure this is okay?” Jimin asked as he watched Minji get scooped up by Hoseok and
spun around.

“You and Jungkookie deserve this night to yourselves.” Grandma Kim said. “Surely you
typically need to keep things a bit reigned in when she’s around, yeah?”

Jimin laughed, his face flushing. He coughed into his hand. “Well, uh, I mean.”

“Enjoy a free night, okay darling?” Jimin nodded. Grandma Kim met Minji on the dance
floor and when the song finished she led her to make a round of goodbyes.

Jimin found Jungkook on the dance floor shortly there-after. He trailed his hands around
his waist and reached up to run his fingers along his torso. He pressed against him as they both rode
the beat of the music. Jungkook reached his hands back and grasped the meat of Jimin’s ass. Jimin
lifted up on his toes to lightly kiss Jungkook’s ear. “Kookie.” Jungkook leaned his head towards
him. “Minji’s with Gram.” Jungkook spun in Jimin’s grasp and pulled him tightly against his chest.
His hands remained on his butt, squeezing appreciatively. Jimin’s head rolled back as his eyes fell
closed while Jungkook kissed along his neck. “Kookie.” He pulled his head back up and gaze up at
Jungkook.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook murmured before swooping for his lips.

Jimin moaned against him. “Baby.” Another sigh. “I was wondering…”

“What do you need, my love?” Jungkook asked, as he nuzzled into Jimin’s hair still
lingering with his sweet citrus scent.

“W-would you…I want…” He pulled back to lock his eyes with Jungkook’s. “Make love
to me?”

Jungkook stopped moving, everyone else around them still dancing. His eyes widened as
the words sunk in. “You want…so you mean…me?”

Jimin’s lip curled up, his cheeks pink. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. Y-yeah, we can do that.” Jimin giggled as he locked his hand in
Jungkook’s and got pulled away.

Chapter End Notes

I sincerely hope I did this chapter justice. There was SO MUCH I wanted to put in here, but
didn't want to bog it down. Please please tell me what you think. I love you!!
 Chapter 37
Chapter Notes

This is seriously just 3800 words of pure sex. If you're not into that kind of thing, you can
seriously skip the entire chapter LMAO

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Are you nervous?” Jungkook asked as they shuffled towards their bedroom, Jimin’s hands fisted
in his shirt walking backwards. Jimin kissed under his jaw but didn’t say one way or the other.
“Baby?”
 Jimin paused his steps and looked up at Jungkook. “I trust you.”

Jungkook cupped his cheeks and pressed his lips firmly to Jimin’s. As much as he wanted
to rip Jimin’s clothes off and dive into the whole experience, he forced himself to breathe and re-
center. He had known from the beginning that every new sexual act Jimin experienced with him
would be handled tenderly, carefully, and above all else, with love. “I’m gonna make you feel so
good.” Jungkook murmured deeply against his lips.

Jimin sighed. “You always do. Can’t imagine why this would be any different.” His lips
pulled up in a soft, loving smile. His breathing was a bit shallow, and he swallowed thickly as
Jungkook started to undo his buttons. Their vests were somewhere in the main area of the room,
shoes flung into far corners. Jungkook pushed Jimin’s shirt open and pressed his lips to the juncture
of each side of his neck and shoulders as his shirt fell to the floor. His hands dropped to the front of
Jimin’s pants as he dropped to his knees. Jimin moaned at the sight. “Why do you always look so
good like that?”

Jungkook’s eyes met Jimin’s, hooded and hazy with desire. “Because you know what’s
coming.” He winked with a devilish grin as he deftly undid Jimin’s pants. He dipped his hands into
the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs before sliding around to gently push them down over
his hips and ass, effectively releasing his half-hard dick. Jimin remained there, his pants pooled at
his ankles as Jungkook wrapped his hand around him, giving a few strokes as he leaned in closer.
His breath danced over Jimin’s skin before his lips met the fronts of his thighs. Jimin lowered on
hand to softly caress Jungkook’s hair as he kicked his pants away and tried to slow his breathing.
Jungkook continued to nuzzle and kiss his thighs, hips, the deep v of his Adonis’ belt, and tone
stomach—everywhere but where he wanted him. Jimin gave a small noise of frustration and
Jungkook chuckled into his abs.

The sensation of Jungkook taking him into his mouth in one fell swoop left Jimin weak in
the knees. Jungkook had his left arm locked around his hip and he tightened his grip, his hand
digging into Jimin’s round butt as he held him upright. Jungkook tongued the head of Jimin’s dick,
savoring the tangy taste of the precum flowing freely before swallowing him back down. Jimin
gazed down, watching as Jungkook delighted in pleasing him, giving small hums of appreciation
around his dick, like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever had in his mouth.

Jimin’s muscles simultaneously relaxed and coiled tightly as he surrendered to

Jungkook’s ministrations. He wanted to sit, lay back, rest against a wall—anything as he was
quickly losing himself to the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Jungkook sat back,
putting his weight to rest on his heels. Jimin’s dick twitched and released more precum at the image
because Jimin knew that in this position, Jungkook would allow him to chase his climax by
thrusting into him. Jungkook’s hands ran smoothly over his thighs, the sweet touch a stark contrast
to the filthy image before him. Jungkook backed off and delicately kissed the head and shaft of
Jimin’s dick before smiling up at Jimin and reopening his mouth. He settled back and awaited
Jimin.

“So pretty.” Jimin breathed as he trailed his hand over the side of Jungkook’s face before
sliding his dick past his lips. His hands carded through his hair as he slowly started to rock into
Jungkook’s mouth. “God, so good, Kook.” He moaned as his head rolled back. Jungkook tightened
his hold on Jimin’s hips and urged him on. “Faster?” Jimin asked. Jungkook nodded, his mouth still
fully occupied. Jimin complied and held Jungkook’s head, fingertips dancing reverently over his
temple, as he picked up his pace.
 Jungkook relished in the feel of Jimin hot and heavy on his tongue. His eyes fell closed
as he worked harder to push Jimin over the edge. His hands grasped the full cheeks of Jimin’s ass,
spreading and massaging before allowing one hand to start teasing. The moan that fell from Jimin’s
lips was one of the prettiest things Jungkook had ever heard. “Kook, God, Kook I—I don’t—I’m
gon—” Jungkook gave a small nod, reassuring Jimin that he wanted him to. Jimin stilled his hips as
his dick pulsed hot cum into Jungkook’s mouth. He pulled back just enough to be able to swallow
without making a mess or choking. He grinned as he pulled all the way back and licked his lips.
Jimin’s hands were still holding Jungkook’s head as he fought to slow his breaths. His bare chest
heaved and his knees were weak. He shuffled backwards, seeking the bed. Jungkook followed on
his knees. The moment the back of Jimin’s legs hit the foot of the bed he collapsed on it, flinging
his back into the plush bedding. “Good lord, Kook.”

“Oh, I’m not done yet darling.” Jungkook said as he stood. He stripped himself of his
clothing slowly, appreciating how Jimin’s eyes never left his body. Jimin ran his tongue over his
full pink lips before he smiled at the sight of Jungkook’s naked form.

“It’s unfair how fucking gorgeous you are.” Jimin said as he sat up on his elbows.

Jungkook quirked his perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Have—have you seen yourself?” He
trailed his hand down to stroke himself lightly as he stepped to the foot of the bed. “Scoot back,
baby.”

Jimin laid himself back down once he found the massive mound of pillows behind him.
Jungkook crawled over his body, Jimin falling into a sense of peace and safety as he became
surrounded by Jungkook. And in an instant his body was being worshipped by Jungkook’s lips.
Loving kisses pressed to every inch Jungkook could reach—his forehead, his temples, cheeks,
under his ears, along his jaw, the front of his throat, all over his neck, his shoulders and collarbones.
“I love you.” Jungkook whispered against his skin. “Every single inch of you.”

“Kookie,” Jimin sighed as he rolled his hips up towards Jungkook. “Please make love to
me.”

Jungkook hummed. “I’m getting there, sweetheart. Patience.” He pressed his lips to
Jimin’s. “I’m not going to rush your first time.”

Jimin’s eyes shot open. “Did—did I rush yours?”

Jungkook sat back as his eyes widened. “No. No, honey, of course not. It was perfect,
God, so perfect with you.” He dove back down and captured those full, soft lips he was
concerningly obsessed with. Jimin whispered a less than convincing okay against Jungkook’s lips.
“Baby, I love you. Don’t worry about that. You,” he kissed his nose, “are,” then his lips “perfect.”
He reached between them, caressing his hip. “And you make love to me perfectly, okay?” Jimin
nodded.

Jungkook paused and nuzzled the side of Jimin’s neck. “Want me to keep going?”

Jimin chuckled breathlessly, “Yeah, yeah, keep going.”

Jungkook trailed down his body, kissing softly and biting gently. “Flip over.” Jimin’s eyes
widened, just barely, and Jungkook knew he needed what he needed when it was his first time.
“Just for a bit. Trust me baby, you’ll see me the whole time when it’s time, okay?” Jimin’s face
softened in a smile drawn out by the fact that in one simple statement, Jungkook proved just how in
tune he was to Jimin, just how well he knew his needs and how to love him. And with that, he
trusted the request for him to flip over.

Once his chest and stomach were pressed to the bed, Jungkook reached under him,
hooking his forearm under Jimin’s hips. Jimin could feel him, hot and hard against the back of his
thigh and he whimpered slightly as he rocked his hips back. Jungkook chuckled behind him as he
pulled away. His arm snaked back around and then his hands gripped his ass again and spread his
cheeks. Jimin closed his eyes as he let his face relax into the bed. Jungkook kissed the small of
Jimin’s back before lowering his face. He trailed his tongue down the cleft of his ass before teasing
around the rim. He flattened his tongue and ran it over Jimin’s waiting hole. Jimin started panting
and pushing his hips back to meet Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook held each side of Jimin’s ass in his
hands as he started to push his tongue inside, before pulling back and kissing the hole firmly. He
remained there, devouring Jimin as if the night would never end. He loved all the sounds spilling
from Jimin’s lips, whimpers, whines, moans, desperate pleas for Jungkook to keep going. Jungkook
was aching he was so hard, strung so tightly he was almost positive the first touch of Jimin’s ass on
his dick would make him explode. “I swear to fucking mother hell, Kook you’re gonna make me
come again.”

Jungkook finally pulled his face from between Jimin’s round, firm, and full ass. “Not
yet.” He rubbed over Jimin’s ass and the backs of his thighs admiringly. “Back over.”

Jimin rolled back over, his dick once again completely hard and weeping. He was flushed
from his chest to his ears and panting. “Holy shit, look at you.” Jungkook groaned, dropping
himself to capture Jimin’s lips in his. “I’m not going to last a minute with you.” He laughed.

Jimin reached his hand down and grasped Jungkook, drawing long strokes over him.
“Then let’s get the quick one out of the way.” He pushed his hand against Jungkook’s sweaty
shoulder as he sat up. He pushed Jungkook’s back into the mess of pillows and climbed into his lap
before wrapping his hands back around him.

As Jungkook watched him, he realized that this moment essentially represented the
balance in their relationship. It’s never just one person giving and one person receiving. They were
always, consistently, doing both. Their pleasure was always intricately tied to pleasing the other.
Jungkook allowed himself to relax, relishing in the sensation of Jimin’s hand. Jimin scooted down,
nestling between Jungkook’s thighs, his hand still stroking his partner. Jimin lowered his head and
sloppily took Jungkook’s erection into his mouth, bobbing and swallowing a few times. “Oh shit.
Jimin.” Jungkook’s hips bucked up. Jimin pulled back and slid his hand over Jungkook again,
slicked up with spit and precum. Jungkook tossed his head to the side as a whimper broke through.

“Come on, Baby.” Jimin quickened the flick of his wrist, twisting around the head of
Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook planted his feet, raising his knees as he thrusted into Jimin’s hold. Jimin
kept a hold of him but shimmied back up his body. He licked up the side of Jungkook’s neck as he
rutted against his thigh as he continued to stroke him. Jungkook panted, mouth open, eyes closed.
Jimin bit just under Jungkook’s ear and Jungkook groaned as his body tensed and his dick erupted.
Jimin gave a satisfied, pleased moan as he worked Jungkook through his orgasm. He pulled away
from Jungkook’s neck and lowered his face to clean Jungkook up.

Jungkook groaned as he watched Jimin’s tongue roll over his skin scooping up pools of
cum. His hair fell into his eyes as he continued to lick and suck Jungkook’s skin. He delicately took
Jungkook’s sensitive dick into his mouth to get the last of any remaining cum. Jungkook drew a
quick breath in through his teeth. Jimin smirked before coming back up to snuggle into Jungkook’s
side. He trailed his fingertips along the dips and valleys of Jungkook’s abs, pulling small laughs
from Jungkook.

“I love you so much.” Jimin said as he draped his leg over Jungkook’s, slowly rolling his
hips towards him, just enough of a tease to keep him hard against Jungkook’s thigh. “I didn’t think
I could ever love someone the way I love you, Kookie.”

“Jimin.” Jungkook murmured as he carded his hand through Jimin’s hair. “God, Jimin,
you’re everything to me. You know that, don’t you?” Jimin nuzzled against him, pressing kisses
against his neck.

Jimin nodded, swallowing over the lump in his throat as he thought about the comment
Minji made earlier in the day. “Jungkookie.” Jimin’s breath deepened as he sought out more friction
against him. “Baby. Touch me.” He licked the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “Prep me while we, uh, give
you a bit to recover.”

At the words alone, Jungkook’s dick started to twitch back to life. He was about to prep
Jimin. He was going to make love to Jimin. Jungkook trembled as he held Jimin in his arms,
reverently kissing his forehead before laying Jimin back as his lean body draped over him. He
reached into the bedside table drawer for their lube and poured a generous amount over his first two
fingers. Jimin kept his gaze on him, his beautiful eyes conveying nothing but trust as his knees fell
to the side. Jungkook straddled Jimin’s thigh, running his left hand through his hair, kissing him
slowly as his right hand eased between his legs. He trailed his lips over Jimin’s jaw until he met his
lips. Jungkook’s tongue licked along Jimin’s upper lip, sliding into his mouth when Jimin gasped at
the feeling of Jungkook pressing along his rim. Jimin closed his mouth around Jungkook’s lips and
moaned as Jungkook pressed in.

Jungkook took his time, circling, easing around and further in, stretching him gently.
Jimin’s head fell back as his breathing got shallow. Jungkook lowered his lips to the front of
Jimin’s throat, his hips starting to roll, and his dick quickly hardening at the pretty sounds falling
from Jimin’s lips. Jungkook pressed a second finger to Jimin’s hole. “Oooh, Kook.” Jimin moaned
as he pushed back against his hand. Jungkook continued to mouth over Jimin’s slick, salty skin. He
kept an easy, steady pace as he fingered into Jimin. Jimin’s hips were started to rock back against
him faster and harder, seeking more.

“You doing okay?” Jungkook asked as he pushed Jimin’s hair away from his forehead.

Jimin’s hooded gaze met his and he nodded.

“One more?”

Jimin nodded again. “Please.” It was barely a whisper.

Jungkook dropped more lube at the juncture of his hand and Jimin’s tight hole. Jimin
whimpered only for a second at the temperature before moaning at the easy slide of Jungkook’s
fingers into him. “Ah, God, shit.” He groaned as Jungkook quickened his pace with his two fingers
before sliding in a third. “OhmyGod.” Jimin’s back arched off the bed and Jungkook stilled. “Sh—
don’t—don’t stop.” He clenched his eyes shut as his mouth fell open, soft pants escaping as he
urged Jungkook to keep stretching him open.

Jungkook continued to worship Jimin’s body with his mouth, littering kisses over his
neck as he rolled his hips, rutting his fully hard dick on Jimin’s thigh. “Want to make love to you so
bad, Baby. Want to make you feel so good.”

“Yes, yes. God, Kook, please. Please.” Jimin babbled, his mind being pulled away by the
pleasure overtaking his body. Jungkook reached into their drawer again but Jimin caught his wrist
as he shook his head. “Can w-we…I just…I want to feel you Kookie, just you. I mean…we’re
good, clean…and I—there’s no one else for me Kook. I just…” His eyes welled up, desperate for
Jungkook to hear him and understand how important it was to him to have nothing between them.

Jungkook pulled back from the table. Jungkook pressed his lips to Jimin’s forehead as he
nodded. “Y-yeah, of course. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” Jimin answered without hesitation.

“There’s no one else for me either, Jimin.” He met Jimin’s lips in a loving kiss. “Just you.
Always going to be you.”

“I love you.” Jimin bit his lip as emotional tears continued to pool.

“And I love you.” Jungkook promised as he pressed his lips to Jimin’s again before
kneeling between Jimin’s legs. He pulled his fingers out of Jimin, watching as his hole clenched—
searching for more penetration. He lowered his hands to grasp Jimin’s meaty ass, hoisting him up a
bit, his thumbs spreading him open. “Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down or speed up.” He
smiled as he bit his lip. “Just tell me what you need, okay darling?” Jimin nodded.

Jungkook took a deep breath. He wasn’t new to this role, but to see the man he was so
utterly in love with, splayed out under him watching him with nothing but love and anticipation
gave him chills. He’d never wanted to please a partner so badly in his life. To translate how much
they meant to him into actions. He hoped that Jimin would be able to feel every hope he had for
them, every promise, every ounce of commitment he had for the older man in every move, every
roll of his hips, every kiss. He felt Jimin roll his hips towards him. “Kookie, love, stop staring and
put it in me.” He teased.

Jungkook palmed over Jimin’s hard dick resting on his abs. “Okay.” He whispered. He
poured more lube into his hand and slicked himself up before pulling Jimin closer to him, spreading
his legs and pushing them up and back. “Hold them?” He asked quietly. Jimin nodded and latched
his hands to the backs of this thighs. Jungkook caressed over Jimin’s hands and his thighs before he
lined up and gently, slowly started to enter him. Jimin tensed and Jungkook paused. “Breathe baby,
you’re too tight.”

Jungkook turned his face and kissed the inside of Jimin’s knee and he watched as Jimin
took a deep breath and felt his hole relax just enough for him to push beyond the tight rim. Jimin
clenched his eyes as his breathing quickened. “I love you Baby, you’re doing great.” Jungkook
soothed, this body trembling as he held back from moving further. Jimin’s eyes opened and
Jungkook’s breath was knocked out of him. Jimin was stunning, wanton and so very in love. He
gave a small nod and continued to accept Jungkook as he started to enter him further. Jimin sighed
as he reached up and his hands dug in tighter to the backs of his legs. Jungkook bottomed out, fully
seated and enveloped by the man he knew he wanted forever. He released a long breath and leaned
forward to meet Jimin’s lips, the movement causing a small squeak to bubble up Jimin’s throat.
“That’s it, no more to go, just let me know when to move.”

Jimin’s abs twitched as he grew accustomed to the sensation of Jungkook inside him. He
felt full, stretched, a bit strained, but so, so good. He panted a bit as he pressed quick kisses to
Jungkook’s mouth as Jungkook ran his hand through Jimin’s hair. “O-okay. I think…I think I’m
ready.”

Jungkook pulled back just a bit before rolling his hips back towards Jimin, a slow,
shallow movement to test Jimin’s comfort. Jimin sighed, content with the movement. “Jimin…God
baby, feels so good.”

Jimin nodded. “More.” He breathed. Jungkook sat up and readjusted Jimin against his
thighs. He quickened his movements just a bit, still concerned about going too fast or too hard
before Jimin was ready. Jimin released the hold he had on his legs and reached up for Jungkook’s
hands instead. They locked fingers where Jungkook had a grip on Jimin’s hips. “Please, Kookie,
more. You feel so good.”

Jungkook released one of Jimin’s hands and added more lube where they joined. Only
then did he give Jimin what he asked for. His hips snapped up towards him and Jimin groaned.
“Ah, mmm…yes, Kook.” Jimin started to roll his hips to meet Jungkook’s, Jungkook pleased that
he wanted to be an active participant. He was so tight around him, such a perfect fit Jungkook felt
emotion bubbling up in his chest.

Jungkook lowered himself close to Jimin, wanting to feel more of him, wanted to cover
him in kisses. As his body shifted, Jimin threw his head back and cried out. “Holy fuck, God I
think, shit.” He grew incoherent as Jungkook continued to stroke and press against his prostate.

“Yeah? You like that? Think I found something good, hm?” Jungkook teased lightly as he
kissed over Jimin’s chest and neck. He continued to snap his hips, wanted to hear all the pretty
sounds he knew would fall from Jimin’s full lips.

“Ah, yes, Kook. Shit, keep going.” His mouth fell open as his moans raised in pitch.
Jungkook breathed heavily above him, sweat trickling down his temples. He circled his hips,
pulling a new, guttural groan from Jimin. “Gah, fuck Kookie. More more, faster.” His face twisted
as he became overwhelmed with endless sensations.

“Gonna make you cum first, baby.” Jungkook’s deep, gravely voice promised, breath hot
against Jimin’s ear. Jimin whimpered in response, his ass clenching around Jungkook’s dick.
Jungkook sat up, kissed Jimin languidly, tongue pressed against his. A loving moment before he
raised all the way back up on his knees. He hoisted Jimin back up, spreading him more before
finally giving Jimin the pace and force he wanted. Jimin bit his lip before letting go, crying out
when Jungkook’s hand wrapped around him. Precum flowed so freely from him his slide was
effortless. “I can feel how bad you wanna cum. Come on sweetheart.”

Jimin tensed around Jungkook, pulsating as his climax overtook him. His eyes finally
released the tears he’d held back. “Ah, fuuuuuck. God I love you, love you so much.” His teary
eyes met Jungkook and pulled his orgasm from him as well.

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.” He chanted as he locked his hips and filled Jimin with cum. He
groaned long and loud and he remained pulsating in him. Jimin whimpered in response, clenching
around him, milking him further. He dropped to Jimin’s chest, melting into him. Jimin raised his
hands and stroked his back, caressing softly and lovingly.

“I didn’t think anything could feel so good.” Jimin whispered.

“Me either.” Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s neck.

 Jimin chuckled lightly. “Wasn’t your first time.”

Jungkook lifted his face to meet Jimin’s eyes. “It was my first time with you, Jimin.
Nothing could compare to that.”

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Jimin pulled from sleep slowly, his eyes remained closed as he listened to the rushing of waves
outside their window. A light breeze danced over his skin and he wondered for a moment if the
window had been open last night. He could feel his cheeks heat up at the possibility someone could
have heard them if it had been. But he smiled lightly as he recalled the night—the reverent kisses,
Jungkook’s patience with him, and pleasure he hadn’t known existed. He sighed as he nestled
further into Jungkook’s embrace. He opened his eyes and smiled at how dead to the world
Jungkook still was. His lips were parted and dry, make-up smudged under his eyes, nose crinkled
when his hair tickled a bit too much when he moved. “God, I love you.” Jimin whispered as he
moved Jungkook’s hair away from his face. “I don’t know why or how the universe decided I
deserved you—because I really don’t…but I’m so thankful for you…every day.” He nuzzled
against Jungkook’s arm and placed a gentle kiss to the warm skin. “I know…” He swallowed and
whispered against Jungkook’s chest which continued to rise and fall in a steady pace assuring Jimin
of his slumber, “I know that I want to make you happy for the rest of my life, Kookie. If you’d have
me.” Jimin gave half a light snort. “You’re ridiculous, Jimin.”

Jungkook’s arms tightened around him and he froze. “’r not ridiculous.” Jungkook’s
sleepy voice said as he pulled Jimin closer. “…mm…you’re beautiful.” He mumbled before
pressing his lips to the top of Jimin’s head. He then patted whatever skin was under his hand—
which happened to be Jimin’s upper thigh. “Come, snuggle. Back to sleep.”

“Okay.” Jimin breathed, still anxious that Jungkook heard more than his final comment.
Jungkook tightened his grip on Jimin’s upper thigh and essentially rolled Jimin to on top of him.
Jimin hummed just a bit and lightly rolled his hips, biting his lip when his morning erection drug
over Jungkook’s.

Jungkook’s eyes remained closed but a smile danced along his lips before he puckered,
beckoning Jimin’s lips to his. Jimin smiled, running his hand through Jungkook’s hair before
obliging him. Their lips slowly pressed together, fitting together so perfectly Jimin felt that
Jungkook’s lips had been crafted specifically to match his, Jimin felt his throat clench and tears
well. He pulled back and climbed off Jungkook. “Baby?” Jungkook sat up quickly and reached for
Jimin but he was already out of bed.

Jimin ran his hands through his hair as he paced the floor, trying to slow his racing
thoughts. “Babe? A-are you okay? Did I…did I do something wrong?” Jimin’s shoulders slumped
as he stopped pacing and Jungkook ached to hold him but had no idea what spurred his need to
remove himself from Jungkook’s embrace so didn’t want to further upset him. “Last night…do
you…did I—”

Jimin turned back to face the bed, where Jungkook sat up, hair messy, duvet pulled over
his lap as he worried his bottom lip. Jimin shook his head. “…’s not you, Kookie.” He stared down
at him, hating that he caused such concern to fill his young beautiful face. He sighed and crawled
back onto the bed, nestling his head onto Jungkook’s blanket covered thigh. “I just…have you ever
just felt overwhelmed by things…by this?” He laced his fingers with Jungkook’s.

Jungkook gave a small chuckle. “Every damn day Jimin.” He lifted Jimin’s hand to his
face and kissed his knuckles gently. “Want to talk about it?”

Jimin was sure that if he tried to talk about it, he’d likely mention what Minji said, and he
wanted to keep that between Jungkook and Minji. He didn’t think he was supposed to know about
it. Or maybe Jungkook told Minji in hopes that she’d slip and tell Jimin. “Am I really it for you,
Jungkookie? Do you really think it’ll always be me?”

“Without a doubt, Jimin.” He continued to gently kiss over his knuckles and wrist. “Y-
you meant it too, right? When you said there wasn’t anyone else for you?”

“It was a little weird, yesterday.” Jimin started instead and Jungkook pursed his lips, a
little put off by the avoidance of the question. “It was the first wedding I’d been to since…since I
was supposed to have had my own.” Jungkook stayed quiet, knowing by now when Jimin just
needed to talk through things. “This one was far better than what we had planned though. Y-
yungmi had wanted a very formal, religious wedding. Traditional vows, all that love and obey,
sickness and health bullshit. And I would have given her all of it, Kook. I would have hated every
last moment of that wedding not directly tied to Minji, but I would have done it.”
 “Because despite what she said, you’re not selfish, Jimin.” He ran his fingers through
Jimin’s blonde hair.

Jimin hummed. “Ever think about what kind of wedding you’d like to have, Kook?” He
asked as he drew patterns on Jungkook’s leg over the duvet.

Jungkook stilled and gulped. “Not until recently.”

Jimin’s heart rate quickened. He tried to avoid what he was almost certain Jungkook
meant. “I suppose helping plan a wedding would inspire some thinking.” Deflect, avoid, detour.

“Well, that.” Jungkook paused. “But, falling in love with a man I can’t imagine my life
without has also been pretty inspiring.” Jungkook felt Jimin tense and he tried to backpedal, tried to
jump into assurances that he knew they weren’t there yet. “I know it’s too soon, that you—”

“I want to get married surrounded by cherry blossoms.” Jimin said as he sat up. Jungkook
was frozen in place, his eyes wide and mouth slack as Jimin crawled fully into his lap. He ran both
his hands through Jungkook’s dark, fluffy hair. “Would you do that for me, Jungkookie? Would you
give me cherry blossoms someday?” Jungkook nodded, his shock stealing his voice. Jimin leaned
down and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s.

“Someday.” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin kissed the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “Today though, would you make love to me
again?”

Jin and Namjoon meandered down to the beach after a very late brunch in their room.
Most of their guests were lounging together, a few back up at the resort in the pools or out on island
excursions. They made their rounds, thanking everyone for coming and helping to celebrate their
union. Some of the resort guests also approached to compliment them on a great reception and to
give thanks for the invitation to partake in their festivities. They found Grandma Kim, Minji, Hobi
and Yoongi under a cabana. Minji was rubbing sunscreen into Grandma Kim’s back. “Almost done
Great Gram.”

“Ah, good afternoon my dears!” Grandma Kim called as she waved towards Jin and
Namjoon. She stood and patted Minji’s head before trudging through the sand for hugs from the
newlyweds. “I hope you were able to get at least some sleep.”

Namjoon flushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Grandma.”

Grandma Kim pulled back and pinched Namjoon’s flushed cheek. “You and Jungkookie
are both so easily embarrassed. Nothing wrong with appreciating your husband.” She winked
towards Jin.
 “One of the endless reasons I love you Grandma.” Jin said as he pressed his full lips to
her cheek before heading towards the cabana.

“Uncle Jinnie!” Minji called with an excited wave. Jin knelt down next her and wrapped
her up in his arms. “I had a sleepover with Great Gram! She’s so fun!” Jin laughed as he agreed.
“But she won’t let me bury her. Can I bury you Uncle Jinnie?”

“Why not, love?” Jin laughed. He stood and reached for her hand. Minji led him to an
open spot between the cabana and the shore. She patted the ground and they started to dig out a
small divot for Jin to stretch out in. He settled into the cool sand and Minji got to work covering
him back up.

“Minnie, darling, can I ask you something?” Minji nodded. “Can you tell me more about
what you said before the wedding? About your dad and your daddy getting married?”

“Oh!” Minji smiled. “Dad said that, that you and Uncle Joonie have been together a long
time.” Jin nodded. “And when you’re together a long time you know stuff and are um, st…stable?”
her little forehead scrunched up, not quite grasping what the word meant. “Dad said him and Daddy
are still figuring stuff out. Like the garbage. Dad forgets to put the new bag in the garbage.” She
patted the top of her ever growing mound over Jin’s legs. “He wants to marry Daddy.” She said
simply before turning her large eyes to Jin. “I hope Daddy wants to marry him too.”

“Even if they don’t get married Minnie, they both love you so so much.” Jin assured.

“I know. Dad says he’s gonna stay as long as me and Daddy want him. But I want him
forever. So..” She shrugged with a smile.

“Perfect.”

Jimin and Jungkook eventually pulled themselves apart long enough to shower and get
dressed for another day lounging on the beach. Mostly due to Namjoon’s text messages.

Joonie: Grandma Kim is starting to ask if she needs to look into filing adoption
paperwork for Minji

Joonie: As it’s clear that y’all have decided to remain locked away for the rest of your
lives doing God knows what

ChimChim: Okay! We get it! We’re on our way.

Joonie: Are you sure you can walk?

ChimChim: Gah! WTFDHSDFIJSFIJ STOP!

 “He’s got a bit of a point.” Jungkook teased as he read over Jimin’s shoulder. “How are
you feeling?” He kissed the side of his neck as his hands ran gently over his sides.

Jimin turned his face to capture Jungkook’s lips. “I’m good.” He kissed him again. “You
take very good care of me. I do miss our girl though.”

“Mm, same. Let’s get going then.” He squeezed Jimin’s waist and grabbed their towels.

“Daddy! Dad!” Minji called as she hurried towards them. Jimin lost his vision the
moment he turned to her, his smile so grand it overtook his face. He lowered down and snatched
her off the ground. As in love as he was with Jungkook, his heart wasn’t at fully at ease until his
daughter was safely in his arms.

“Doodle-bug! Did you have a good night with Great Gram?” He asked as he pressed a
myriad of kisses to her cheeks.

“We had a delightful time.” Grandma Kim said as she trailed behind Minji. “How about
you two?” She winked and both Jimin and Jungkook flushed.

“It was nice.” Jungkook said after clearing his throat.

“Anything specific you’d like to do today Minnie? Since we’re heading back tomorrow.”
Jimin asked as they walked back towards the cabana.

“I don’t want to go back.” Minji pouted.

“Me either Doodle-bug, but we need to. We have another small trip planned in a couple
weeks though, so life won’t be too boring back home.”

“We do?” Minji turned to Jimin, eyes wide. He smiled and nodded.

“Yep. Remember Grammy Sookie and Papa Jinho gave us passes to Lotte World for your
birthday. We’re gonna go spend the weekend in Seoul before Dad starts at school at the end of
August.” Jimin laid back on a lounge chair and smiled towards Jungkook.

“Dad’s too old to go to school.” Minji scrunched her forehead.

“Hey now!” Jungkook gasped as he tickled Minji’s sides through his own laughter. “I am
not old. But Daddy’s right. I’m starting university in a month.” He looked to Jimin, his own eyes
wide. “Argh, a month!? What was I thinking?”

“You’re gonna do great, Kook.” Yoongi said from his spot between Hoseok’s
outstretched legs. “I’m proud of you for going back.” Hoseok rubbed and squeezed his shoulders,
which if you asked Jungkook were still too pale for having spent a few days on a beach.

Grandma Kim ruffled Jungkook’s hair. “Jungkookie, I just want you happy. If you think
that having these degrees will help in that, then I’m glad you’re going. Please be sure your
motivations are driven by what’s best for you.” She flitted her gaze to Jimin and Minji. “You and
your family.”
 “I know, Grandma. It’s going to be a lot of work, but I know it will be worth it in the
end.” He smiled. “I want to help Jimin with expanding the dojang, and I’m sure mom and dad are
going to want me to take over the hotels.” He wrinkled his nose a bit. “Figured I should get going
on it now as to not delay things too much. Mom and Dad are going to want to retire eventually.”

“Dad! Are you gonna have homework?” Minji asked as Jimin played with her hair.

Jungkook laughed. “Oh, I’m sure I’m going to have plenty of homework.”

Minji patted his thigh comfortingly. “We’ll do our homework together, okay Dad?”

Jungkook smiled so brightly it pulled his nose up, scrunching it in the way that left Jimin
breathless, and crinkled the corners of his eyes. “That sounds wonderful, Pumpkin.”

As the day continued, more and more guests had to bid the newlyweds goodbye. Aesook
and Jinho gathered Jimin and Minji in their arms at the shuttle pick up point. “I cannot express how
wonderful it was to spend so much time with you and Minji, Jimin. I absolutely understand how
Jungkook fell in love with you so easily.” Aesook said against the side of Jimin’s face. “Because
we love you too.”

Jimin felt his chest tighten and he bit the inside of his bottom lip. “Aesook.” He said
quietly. “Thank you.”

She pressed her lips to his cheek and pulled back. Her eyes glistened and she dabbed
them gently with the back of her hand before reaching towards Jinho for her turn to hold and
snuggle Minji. “Grammy Sookie!” Minji grinned.

“Hey baby girl.” Aesook cooed as she hugged her tightly. “Enjoy your last day! Papa and
I will hopefully see you real soon, okay?”

“Okay Grammy.” Minji latched her little hands behind Aesook’s neck and kissed her
cheek.

Aesook lowered her back to the ground, hesitant to share an ‘I love you’ as it hadn’t been
long since meeting her, but her heart was stolen instantly. She wanted to give Minji time and space
before essentially smothering her in love. Jinho was patting Jungkook on the shoulder after saying
his goodbye, never one for big shows of affection, but his smile was soft and proud. “Don’t be a
stranger, Jungkook.” Aesook said as she stepped in and reached for him.

He draped himself over his mother’s smaller figure. “Yeah, yeah. Same goes for you two
you know. Not sure how much extra time I’m going to have once the semester starts, though.”

“You’re going to do just fine, Jungkook. And we’ll hold up our end of the deal. Your
tuition and books will be covered. You certainly don’t have to keep your job at the café, but we
know how much you love it.” Aesook said with a soft caress to the side of Jungkook’s face. “We’re
so proud of you.”

Jungkook forced a smile on his face—happy to hear her say it, but a bit salty that it took
her twenty years to do so. “Thanks mom. Have a safe trip back.” She squeezed him one more time
before grabbing her bag and following Jinho onto the shuttle.
 “Hey! I want those suitcases unpacked right away! I don’t want to go to pack in a couple
weeks only to find dirty laundry in them!” Jimin called up the stairs as Minji made her way to her
room.

“Okay Daddy!” She hollered down.

“Jungkook!?”

“I heard you, Darling! I’m on it.” Jimin smiled to himself as he toed off his shoes and
headed into the kitchen to unbox their takeout and set the table. The past few days had been so
incredible, and he had definitely needed the break, but there was something soothing about being
back in their home. The scent that infiltrated his senses, warm and comforting, made him sigh and
close his eyes. It had always been a welcome experience—coming home—but now that the
distinctive scent of home included the mix of Jungkook…now it felt complete. The scent engulfed
him in safety and serenity. He found a small smile dancing on his lips as he took in his dining room
table, set for three. His perfect little family.

“Is it weird that it feels different?” Jin asked as he lifted his suitcase onto the bed.

“What feels different?” Namjoon asked as he ran his large palms over Jin’s back.

“Being home, with you—my husband. It just feels different.” Jin explained as he turned
to face Namjoon. “Not better or worse, just…” He lifted his hands to stroke Joon’s hair.
“Comforting, maybe? Not that you’d ever made me feel uncomfortable. Ugh, it’s hard to explain.”

Namjoon cupped his husband’s face and smiled. “I know exactly what you mean. And
no, it’s not weird.” He pressed his lips softly to Jin’s. Their lips lingered, dancing gently over each
other’s. Worshipping, adoring presses. Namjoon pulled back and gazed at Jin. “Watching Minji
with her dads was something, hm?”

“I still kinda can’t get over that, you know? That Minji now has two dads. That Jimin
found someone. Not that I didn’t think he could—I really just didn’t think he’d let anyone in.”
Namjoon hummed as he continued to stroke the sides of Jin’s face. “It was wonderful though, so
much love in that little family.”

“I want a little family, Jin. I think we’re ready. What do you think?”

Jin’s eyes teared up again, overwhelmed with the knowledge that the first time Namjoon
mentioned it wasn’t a fluke. “It’s a bit ridiculous isn’t it? That they legalized same-sex adoption of
children before legalizing the marriages between the potential adoptive parents.”

“Definitely a bit backwards, but you and I know we’re forever and we have more than
enough love to share with a child. I question almost everything this government does, but if we
 have an opportunity to provide a child a home filled with unconditional love, I say let’s do it.
Yeah?”

Jin allowed the tears to fall as he nodded. “Yeah, babe, let’s do it.”

Namjoon crashed his lips into Jin’s. He pecked once, twice, before Jin pulled him in
tighter by the hips and deepened their kiss. He pulled back, just to the point where his lips barely
grazed Joon’s. “I’ll start looking into things and making some calls tomorrow.”

“You’re going to be an amazing dad, Jin.”

“So are you.”

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Minji precariously balanced herself at the helm of the shopping cart as the three of them perused
the aisles. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve needed school supplies?” Jungkook
chuckled as he grabbed a package of pens and examined it.

“It hasn’t been that long, Kookie.” Jimin laughed as he too pursed his lips at the variety
of pens hanging in front of them. “Oh, we have these at the dojang, they write beautifully.”

“No, darling, that’s just your handwriting.” He winked at Jimin quickly before grabbing a
different package of pens and comparing them with the ones already in his hand.

“Dad, you should get pencils. If you make a mistake, you can ‘rase it.” Minji said from
her perch.

Jungkook turned to her. “You know what, Pumpkin? That’s a really good point.” He said
with a smile before turning back to Jimin. “Babe, grab me a pack of pencils. And one for Minnie
too.”

Jimin did as requested but also tossed in a package of pens. “You’re gonna still want
pens. Oh! And highlighters.” He smiled as he grabbed a package of yellow, orange, and pink
highlighters.

“Daddy I need markers too!”

Jungkook couldn’t quite explain the feeling that settled in his chest as they continued
both his and Minji’s school supply shopping. He was stunned by the simplicity of it—checking
Minji’s list and filling the cart with tools to assist in her journey through school. He watched Jimin
as he patiently waited for Minji to decide what color notebooks she wanted and then conceding to
buying her one with a cover filled with sea turtles for at home since it was mandated that the school
notebooks be solid color.

Jimin held up a notebook with Naruto on the cover. “Kookie, did you want a special
notebook too?”

Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up. “We were never to speak of this.”

“You know, I always thought I was special.” Jimin started as he appraised the notebook’s
cover. “But maybe you’ve always just had a thing for blondes.”

“Oh my God, Jimin.” Jungkook laughed as he took the notebook from him. “Why can’t
you let me live?”

“Would you still like me if I wasn’t blonde?” Jimin teased with a pout.

“Darling, I would love you with any color hair.” Jungkook assured as he ran his hands
through Jimin’s hair, watching it as it lightly feathered back.

Jungkook stepped into the bedroom, steam billowing out behind him as he towel-dried
his hair. Jimin was propped up against the headboard, his glasses low on his nose as he read. He
glanced towards Jungkook and smiled lightly as he nestled his bookmark between the pages. “Did
the shower help?” He asked.
 Jungkook rolled his neck, vertebrae cracking. “Maybe a little.”

“Sweetheart.” Jimin started as he patted the spot next to him. “You don’t have anything to
be worried about. You’re going to do just fine.”

Jungkook hung his towel on the hook on the backside of the bathroom door and then
crawled onto the bed, finding his favorite place. His draped his arm over Jimin’s waist and pressed
the side of his face to Jimin’s chest as their legs intertwined. Jimin ran his hand through Jungkook’s
hair as they remained quiet. Jungkook had grown progressively more anxious the closer the start of
the semester got. Jimin had tried his best to distract him; trips with Minji on the weekends, dinners
with their friends or with the Jeons, walks with Kakuna in the evenings, and endless love making in
the late hours of the night. But no matter how good Jimin was at distraction, the start of the
semester would eventually come—and it did. His newest adventure would start in the morning.

“I don’t know what I was thinking.” Jungkook mumbled against Jimin’s warm skin.

“Yes you do, darling. All these doubts and questions, that’s just fear lying to you, okay?
You’re so smart, sweetheart, and so talented. Not to mention likeable. Everyone’s going to love
you, Kookie.” Jimin took a deep breath, doubts of his own seeping into his mind.

Jungkook lifted his head from Jimin’s chest. “I wish you could be there with me. We
could be one of those stupidly cute and annoying couples on campus.” His lips curled up in a smile.
“You know, holding hands everywhere, making out outside of classrooms, bringing each other
coffee and snacks for study sessions.”

Jimin knew he was teasing, but his thoughts took a turn. Jungkook’s smile was bright and
amused as he continued to talk but Jimin couldn’t quite focus on the words. Jungkook wished Jimin
could be there. Did that mean that he wished for something different than what they had? Did that
mean he wished he had a more normal relationship? A youthful, mildly irresponsible, college
romance?

“Baby?” The touch of Jungkook’s fingers to the side of Jimin’s face finally snapped him
from his thoughts.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“Tired?” Jungkook asked as he tucked some of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. Jimin nodded,
not wanting to acknowledge the train of thought he had been on. Jungkook leaned up, his lips just a
breath away. “Okay darling, let’s go to bed.” He kissed the corner of Jimin’s mouth, smiling against
him before meeting him in a full kiss, licking against his mouth, humming against him.

Jimin locked his hand behind Jungkook’s head, tilting his face to deepen his kiss.
Jungkook pulled his body up and scooted into Jimin’s lap. “Baby, you need to sleep.” Jimin
mumbled against his lips.

“I’d sleep better if you made me come first.” Jungkook practically purred as he pressed
his body against Jimin’s. Jimin moaned against Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook continued to litter kisses
over Jimin’s lips, slowly starting to rock in Jimin’s lap. “Need you.” Jungkook whispered. And that
was all Jimin needed.

Jimin effortlessly flipped them, and pressed Jungkook into the pillows. Jungkook huffed
a chuckle, always amused by Jimin’s maneuvering skills—no doubt from his years of Taekwondo
training. “Quickly.” Jungkook breathed. “I still need to get some sleep.”

Jimin shook his head from above him, his smile amused. “I told you that you needed to
sleep.”

“And I told you I’d like to come, so…” To prove his point, he rolled his hips upward, his
dick hardening at the thought of Jimin making love to him again.

“You’re so spoiled.”

But Jimin obliged the beautiful man beneath him, desiring the reminder that Jungkook
was with him and wanted him. Jimin pressed urgent, open-mouthed kisses to his skin as he
maintained a steady pace inside his needy partner. Jungkook’s eyes fell closed as he focused only
on the sensation of being filled and loved by Jimin. He brought his hands up to stroke the sides of
Jimin’s head as he arched his neck to the side. Jimin instantly swooped down and gently bit and
sucked his neck, pulling soft whimpers and moans from Jungkook. “Close.” Jungkook sighed.

After flipping to his knees and demanding that Jimin take him harder and faster, he came
almost instantly, making a mess of the blankets under him. He whimpered as Jimin continued, the
sensations through his body overwhelming him. “Shit baby, s-so close.” Jimin groaned from behind
him.

“I love you.” Jungkook promised, the side his face squished into the bedding but Jimin
could see and hear the sincerity in him and it rushed him to his own climax.

“I love you Kookie, shit, I love you.” He lowered to him, chest to back and kissed any
skin he could reach as he rode out and then came down from his orgasm. “Think you can sleep
now?” He teased. Jungkook’s eyes remained closed as a light smile formed on his face and he
hummed in affirmation. “Stay here and relax, I’ll get you cleaned up.” Jimin said softly, dropping
more small kisses to his shoulder. By the time Jimin returned Jungkook was asleep, his breaths
deep and slow, a content smile still on his face.

“Dad, you need breakfast. You can’t go to school without breakfast.” Minji scolded from
the dining room table as Jungkook rushed to put on his shoes.

“Baby, I can’t. I’ll miss the train if I don’t go now.” He hurried back to the kitchen and
swooped in to kiss her head. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Dad. Take my nana.” She said as she held up her banana.

Jungkook’s heart swelled and he kissed her again. “Thank you, Pumpkin.” He accepted
the banana and looked frantically for his bag.

“Here Sweetheart.” Jimin said as he held Jungkook’s messenger bag at the front door.
Jungkook hurried to him and met him in a hasty kiss. “You’re going to do just fine, Baby. I want to
hear all about it when you get home.” He pressed his lips to his again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

 Jungkook fidgeted nervously on the train. He reviewed his schedule and the campus map
for what was likely the thousandth time. He internally groaned as he questioned why he would
schedule Principles of Economics as his first morning course. His brain was going to be mush
before his Introduction to Accounting class. But at least he finished in the early afternoon with his
Image and Design course. Tuesdays and Thursdays were only mildly better, his classes starting a
touch later and only involving Design Culture & History and Principles of Management.

TheKid: Yoon, what the fuck was I thinking?

Grumpy: Ah, first day of classes, hm?

TheKid: Yeah

Grumpy: That you wanted to provide well for your family?

TheKid: Yeah.

TheKid: But, fuck Yoon, I’m not particularly good at school. What if Jimin watches me
struggle and realizes I’m not smart?

TheKid: He might not want me

Grumpy: Kook. Stop. You are smart.

Grumpy: You’re going to walk into those classes and do your best and do well.

Grumpy: What you might lack in knowledge you more than make up for in passion.

Grumpy: Plus, I mean, that’s the whole point of school, right? To learn. If you already
knew it all there’d be no reason to go.

TheKid: That’s…that’s actually a good point.

Grumpy: You’re gonna do fine, kid. You’re welcome to come by and study with me
anytime. Seeing as I already have my business degree.

TheKid: That’d be great Yoongs, thank you

Jungkook sat towards the front of all his classes, wanting to eliminate as many
distractions as possible. His first two classes finished early, the professors only reviewing the
syllabus and course expectations. He flung his bag over his shoulder and made his way to the
student center to explore food options before his final class of the day.
 As he settled in with an iced tea and a small lunch his phone vibrated on the table. He
unlocked it to a notification of a new video message. He opened the app and was blessed with
Minji’s sweet face.

Minji waved happily at the camera. “Hi Dad!! I hope it’s a good day at school! Kuna and
me miss you! But I’m taking care of her.” She gave a little nod. “We’re gonna make your favorite di
—” A hurried hush came from behind the camera and Minji’s eyes went wide. “We’re proud of you,
Dad! Love you!!” She blew a myriad of kisses at the camera.

“Oh my God, she’s adorable.” A voice said from behind him. Jungkook whipped his head
around to the voice. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or watch.” The young woman stuttered.
Jungkook watched her and recognized her from his accounting class. She was short with long dark
hair, tossed over her shoulder in a long braid. “I was just gonna come say hi, maybe ask if you
wanted company while you had lunch.”

“Oh. Uh, sure.” Jungkook motioned to the seat across from him. “You’re in my Intro to
Accounting course, right?”

The woman blushed lightly. “Yeah. I’ve always hated math, I’m sure the class will be an
absolute delight for me.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah, me too. But what can you do when it’s a required course?”
He shrugged.

The woman nodded as she started in on her meal. Her head snapped up and she
swallowed quickly. “Oh my God, I’m so rude!” She extended her hand, “I’m Narae.”

Jungkook accepted her hand. “Jungkook.”

Narae smiled lightly before turning back to her meal, Jungkook doing the same. He
pondered why she chose him to sit with, but it was nice to have the company. “So, you a business
major too?”

She nodded before taking a drink to wash down her last bite. “Yeah. I wasn’t really
equipped to take on any of the sciences—my hatred of math and all—so my parents pushed
business.”

Jungkook nodded. “Makes sense. Do you like it though?”

Narae laughed lightly. “First day. But I mean, so far so good.” She tilted her head and
pursed her lips before broaching the subject. “If, uh, if you don’t mind me saying…you look a bit
young to have a daughter so old.” She glanced down at his left hand.

“You think fifteen was too young to father a child?” He asked. Narae sputtered around
her lunch as her cheeks flushed deeply. “I’m kidding!” Jungkook assured. “I mean, she is my
daughter. But uh, my partner actually—”

“Oh! She’s your step-daughter.” Narae said.

Jungkook furrowed his brow. He hated that term. “No. She’s my daughter. I’m her dad.”

Narae flushed again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you were less her dad.”
 Jungkook sighed. God, he was really failing at being friendly—which was ridiculous
considering his talent at drawing people in at Common Ground. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get
defensive.”

“It’s understandable.” Narae assured. “In any case, she’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook smiled. “She’s pretty excited for me.”

Narae and Jungkook continued to chat over lunch, laughing and getting to know a bit
more about each other. It was mostly superficial topics, growing up, where they graduated high
school, goals for after university. Narae was intrigued by the combination of Jungkook’s business
and photography majors. “Jimin tells me I can combine the two for a very successful foodie blog.”
Jungkook laughed.

“She’s probably right.” Narae laughed and Jungkook stopped. The abrupt lack of his
laughter brought Narae to look at him. “You okay, Jungkook?” He reviewed their conversations in
his mind, realizing that he never gave any hints as to Jimin’s gender.

“Uh, yeah. I guess, I should probably tell you… Um, Jimin is my partner—”

“I know.”

“My male partner.” Narae paused, her eyes wide and Jungkook’s defenses went up again.
If his sexuality was going to be a deterrent for people, he’d prefer to know right away. “If that’s a
problem—”

Narae shook her head. “No! No, of course it isn’t! I’m sorry for assuming.” She smiled
and giggled quickly. “Figures though. You’re much too good looking to be straight.”

Jungkook laughed along with her. “Yeah, so is Jimin.”

Narae glanced down at her phone. “Oh shit, I gotta go. I need to get to building six in
like, oh, four minutes.” She hurried out of her seat and grabbed her bag. “Will you be on campus
tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I have a couple afternoon classes.”

“Awesome, maybe I’ll see you then.”

“Here, take my number, we can meet up for coffee.” Narae nodded and quickly punched
his number into her phone.

“Have a great day, Jungkook. Give that girl lots of kisses when you get home!” Jungkook
gave a wave and smiled as Narae hurried off.

JK: I think I made a friend

ColdBrewSweetCream: Of course you did, baby. You’re so likeable.

JK: I miss you

 ColdBrewSweetCream: You’ve only been gone for five hours lol

ColdBrewSweetCream: But I miss you too

ColdBrewSweetCream: And that sweet, sweet ass of yours

ColdBrewSweetCream: I could worship that ass for hours

JK: OMG YOU CAN’T JUST SAY SHIT LIKE THAT TO ME WHEN I’M AT
SCHOOL

ColdBrewSweetCream: Oh, but your post-shower selfies are ok to send me when I’m at
work?

ColdBrewSweetCream: The double standards are astounding lol

Jungook was pleasantly surprised and greatly excited for his Image and Design course.
His professor was quirky and easily distracted. She was going to be fun. He packed up his bag and
hurried to the bus stop, hoping to make the 3pm train instead of the 4pm, anxious to get home to his
family. Jimin and Minji had sent him four more messages and two more quick videos. Beautiful
reminders as to why he decided to pursue his degrees. He settled in at the bus stop and rewatched
Minji’s last video, giggling at her chasing Kakuna around the backyard. “Kuna! Say hi to Dad! I
bet he misses your face!”

“Oh my God! Jungkook!?”

Jungkook paused. He knew that voice. Didn’t think he’d ever hear it again, but there it
was. He turned around, his eyes searching the sea of students around him. The boy had aged,
definitely. His goofy, boxy smile a bit more fitting now on his matured face. Jungkook did not
smile back. “Taehyung.”

Chapter End Notes

**added note... reminder that Tae was the friend JK told Jimin about during their date in
Seoul. He had come out to him and Tae didn't take it well. They haven't seen each other since
Kookie was 15**

A touch shorter than usual, but it was where I felt the chapter needed to end.
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Taehyung quickened his pace and hurried to Jungkook, his smile never wavering. “I thought that
was you!” He stopped in front of him and finally noticed Jungkook’s lack of enthusiasm. He paused
and pondered his next move. “It’s uh, it’s been a long time, huh?”

Jungkook raised his brow. “Yeah.”

“So, you go here? I’ve been here awhile, finishing up next year actually. Haven’t seen
you…” Taehyung said as he started fidgeting under Jungkook’s intense gaze.

“Took some time off after high school. Just started here.” Jungkook turned his head,
hoping to see the bus making its way to him but the road was still clear.

“I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s a great—”

“Tae. Can you not?” Jungkook practically growled. His gaze was cold and intense.
Taehyung snapped his mouth closed. “Can you not pretend like you didn’t shit on who I am when I
came out to you six years ago?”

Taehyung took a deep breath, adverting his eyes from Jungkook’s even stare. “Jungkook,
I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure.” Jungkook said, his tone sharp. “Listen, as great as reminiscing about how you
bailed on me during one of the hardest times in my life sounds, I need to get home.” He readjusted
his bag on his shoulder and stepped onto the bus.

He glanced out the window to see Taehyung breathe deeply, his head downcast before
heaving his backpack higher on his back before trudging away. Jungkook pursed his lips and
furrowed his brow. Taehyung didn’t seem to look at him with the same disgust and animosity that
he did six years ago. He supposed things could change over time. He chewed his bottom lip
thinking that perhaps he shouldn’t have been so harsh. “Ugh, too late now I guess.” He mumbled as
he popped in his earbuds and reviewed his first homework assignments.

Jungkook heaved a sigh before he opened their front door. It’d been a long day, entirely
too stimulating between classes, Narae, and Taehyung. He was ready to pass out and it was only
4:15pm. He opened the door and smiled as he was met with the scents and sounds of home. The TV
was turned to Minji’s favorite cartoon, Jimin was banging around in the kitchen and Kakuna
hurried to him, huffing through her efforts. He clicked the door shut and Minji’s attention was
quickly stolen. “Dad’s home!!” She yelled as she hopped off the couch and ran to him. The stress
from his day vanished the moment he saw the sparkles in her eyes as he bent to meet her in a tight
embrace. His eyes fell closed and he drew in her soft scent. A mixture of orange blossom and
sunshine was the only way he could describe it. “How was school, Dad?”

“Not too bad, Pumpkin. I already have homework though.” He wrinkled up his face and
Minji giggled.

“Want me to sit with you when you do it?” She asked as she patted his cheeks.
 “If you want to, sweetheart. I’m sure it’ll end up pretty boring for you.” He smiled at her,
fond and touched at her compassionate heart.

Minji squeezed her lips together in a tight line as she thought. “Well, I need to finish my
color sheet. Can I bring it to the table?”

“Of course you can.” Jungkook leaned forward to kiss her forehead again before standing
back up. He stretched and groaned before turning towards the kitchen. Jimin stood, his hip against
the side of the counter, an enamored smile in their direction. Jungkook’s cheeks pinkened lightly as
he smiled back. Spread in front of Jimin was a variety of vegetables; bean sprouts, carrots, spinach,
seaweed.

“Bibimbap.” Jimin said simply as Jungkook came to his side.

Jungkook wrapped his strong arms around Jimin’s waist. “You really do spoil me.” He
said as he pressed a kiss to the side of Jimin’s neck.

“You deserve it.” Jimin said as he dropped one of his hands and squeezed around
Jungkook’s, still holding his waist. “I’m very proud of you, Kookie.” Jungkook released a long
breath and nuzzled into Jimin’s neck. “Just as I was yesterday, last week, and last month. And just
as I will be tomorrow. I’ll always be proud of you baby.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook released his hold on Jimin, walked around and then hopped up
on the island. Jimin gave him an exasperated, but ultimately amused look before turning back to his
vegetables. “My Image and Design professor seems fun. It was the only class that went its full
length, you know first day is usually light just syllabus review,” Jimin nodded even though he
didn’t really know, as he’d never gone to university. “but Ms. Yi is so easily distracted it took us
essentially the entire time to get through the syllabus. It’s amusing, but I hope it doesn’t interfere
with managing the class, you know?” Jimin smiled and nodded again. “The business courses
though.” Jungkook groaned and Jimin bit his lip against a coo or a giggle, he wasn’t sure which—
maybe both.

“Don’t let yourself get intimidated, Sweetheart, you’re going to do just fine. Even in the
business classes.” Jimin leaned forward and puckered his lips, beckoning Jungkook to him.

“At least I’ll have Narae to complain to about the accounting class.” Jungkook said as he
eased back from Jimin’s lips.

Jimin tilted his head to the side. “Is that the friend you made?”

Jungkook nodded with a small smile. “Yeah. She seems nice. Had come by to chat with
me about the time I opened up Minnie’s video message.” He chuckled lightly. “She told me I
looked too young to have a daughter Minji’s age. To which I replied, ‘you think fifteen was too
young to father a child?’ Oh honey, you should have seen her face.”

“Oh my God, you really would have been that young, hm?” Jimin shook his head and
swallowed over the simmering thoughts. He clenched his jaw and willed them away. He didn’t
want to take the attention off Jungkook’s first day. Not now. Maybe after Minji went to bed. Maybe
they’d talk then.

“The plus side is that we’re still young enough to keep up with her.” Jungkook’s nose
wrinkled up as he broke into an amused and delighted smile. He watched as Jimin skillfully
continued to slice vegetables as the beef seared on the stove. Jimin was effortlessly beautiful—
Jungkook couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way the muscles in Jimin’s forearms flexed as he
worked, how his full pouty lips puckered up to puff hot breath up in an attempt to clear his blonde
hair from his eyes, or how tantalizing his neck was as he tossed it side to side to crack it in the
middle of a chopping session.

“You’re staring again.” Jimin teased without even glancing in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook shook from his trance. “How do you do that?”

“Didn’t Grandma Kim teach you how to chop—”

“Not that and you know it.” Jungkook laughed. “How do you always know when I’m lost
in you?”

Jimin paused, put down the knife and gazed at Jungkook. “I can feel it.” His lip quirked
up. “Not in like the creepy way.” He laughed as his hand reached out and rubbed over the top of
Jungkook’s thigh. “It’s like,” he looked up and away from Jungkook as he thought. “It’s like a
warmth I feel, this sensation of extra amounts of love radiating off you.” He stepped to between
Jungkook’s thighs. “Few things in this world make me feel better.”

Jungkook locked his legs behind Jimin, tossed his arms around his neck and pulled him
in. “Good.” He breathed against his lips. “I always want to make you feel good, feel loved.” He
pressed his lips to Jimin’s.

“I do.” Jimin whispered.

“Do you?” Jungkook asked as he ran his hands up through Jimin’s hair at the back of his
head. “Sometimes, you still seem…reluctant. Like maybe you don’t believe me.”

Jimin pulled Jungkook closer as he dropped his face to the crook of his neck. “Can I talk
to you tonight?”

“Of course.” Jungkook assured as he ran his hands up and down Jimin’s back. “I hope
you aren’t breaking up with me.”

Jimin let his lips rest against Jungkook’s neck, breathing his scent in and allowing it to
caress his heart—safe, and patient. “Never.”

Minji brought her color sheet as promised after dinner to ‘do homework’ with her dad.
Jimin stood by and stealthily snapped some pictures of them. Their heads were down, Minji’s
tongue peeking out in concentration, Jungkook’s lip pulled under his teeth. They were two peas in a
pod and Jimin was irrevocably head over heels in love with them both.

Jimin just barely convinced Minji to take a bath while Jungkook continued to read his
first chapters. “Daddy, is Dad still going to have time to play with me?”

Jimin lathered up her hair and thought for a long moment. “Doodle-bug, I think Dad will
always find time to play with you. It might not be as often or for as long as you’re used to because
university is hard, yeah?” Minji nodded. “So you’ll need to give him some grace. We’ll both need
to.”

“Okay Daddy.”

ColdBrewSweetCream: Come tuck your baby in

JK: Shit. Didn’t realize it was that late

JK: I’ll be right up

Jungkook stuck his highlighter in the spine of his book to mark his spot and hurried
upstairs. He stopped at Minji’s door and smiled as he watched Jimin reading to her. Minji looked up
and smiled at Jungkook. “Hi Dad.”

“Hey Pumpkin.”

“Are you done with homework?” She asked as Jungkook made his way into her room.
Jimin smiled lightly at him as he sat down on the edge of her bed. Jimin was nestled in next to her,
against the wall.

“Just about. Only a few more pages to read. But I didn’t want to miss tuck in time.” He
ran his hand through her hair. “Goodnight sweetheart. I love you so so much.” Minji leaned up as
Jungkook leaned down. She latched her small hands around his neck and nuzzled into him before
getting a small kiss on the forehead.

“I love you too, Dad.” She said through yawn before scooting down into her bundle of
blankets. Jungkook leaned down for one more kiss to her temple. He smiled at Jimin and caressed
his hand lightly.

“I’ll be down in a bit.” Jimin said softly.

Jimin found Jungkook back at the dining room table, his head resting in the middle of his
book. Jimin walked behind him and placed his hands to his shoulders giving a squeeze. He pressed
his lips to the back of Jungkook’s head. “I hate school. It was only one day, but I hate it.” He
mumbled into the pages.

“Why?”

“I’m reviewing the syllabuses, right? And I just don’t see how there’s going to be enough
time to do everything. That’s why I was trying to read ahead. I’m supposed to work Tuesday and
Thursday mornings, but I feel like I’m going to need that time to finish whatever I don’t finish the
night before. And Minnie. Jimin, I almost missed tuck in time.” He sighed deeply, feeling his chest
tighten with the familiar sense of being overwhelmed.
 “Come sit with me.” Jimin said as he held out his hand. Jungkook accepted it and
followed him out to the porch to nestle in on the swing. They remained still together, quiet,
allowing the comfort they brought each other to wrap around them and settle their minds. Jimin had
his legs tossed over Jungkook’s as he nestled into his side, Jungkook’s arm draped over him with
his fingers drawing patterns on his shoulder.

“You can quit your job, Kookie.” Jimin said.

“I love my job.”

“I know you do. I watched you love your job for months, consistently in awe with the
way you effortlessly brightened people’s days. I wish I hadn’t been so afraid to talk to you.” Jimin
smiled as he lightly scratched Jungkook’s stomach. “But if your job is going to cause you more
stress, maybe think about cutting it out of the schedule. We don’t need the extra income.”

“I’ll feel like a moocher.” Jungkook mumbled.

Jimin smiled. “You’re no such thing. You give all of yourself to this family and this
house. And now you’re giving your all to your schooling. I want to help as much as I can, and part
of that is assuring you that you don’t need to keep working. Go in tomorrow and talk to Han,
okay?”

“Okay.” Jungkook reluctantly agreed. They settled into silence again, Jungkook gently
rocking them back and forth. “Did you want to talk out here or inside?”

“We are talking.”

Jungkook smiled, Jimin was incredibly efficient at avoidance. “No, about you feeling
loved. You asked if we could talk later.”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

Jungkook moved so that he could look directly at Jimin. He grabbed his hands and
maintained an even gaze on him. “You could never be a bother. Never.” He brought Jimin’s hands
up and gently kissed his knuckles. “Please, talk to me, Love.” He kissed his knuckles again, then
the inside of his wrist, causing that warm feeling to settle in Jimin’s chest. That feeling of being
adored so completely it bordered on worship.

“It’s just,” Jimin took a deep breath and lowered his eyes from Jungkook’s. “You were
joking about being that annoying college couple on campus, and then you met Narae, and with the
joke about fathering Minnie…It’s just…Sometimes I wonder if you wouldn’t prefer something
different. Something more normal. You deserve to live your early twenties the way most do—
drinking too much and too often, behaving recklessly, staying up all night debating useless trivia,
dating…” He trailed off but Jungkook didn’t say anything. “I just, I wouldn’t fault you if you
wanted, w-wanted something different. But I can’t give you that.”

“Oh, my love.” Jungkook said with a soft smile. “I want you. And Minnie. There’s
nothing that I could ever want more than the two of you. I don’t care how old I am, this is where
I’m meant to be. Here, with you. No amount of drinking, partying, or hook-ups could ever compare
to the way I feel when I watch movies curled up on the couch with you and Minji, the way I feel
when she comes to me for help with something, the way I feel when you make love to me.” Jimin
felt his eyes water and he turned his head away to try and inconspicuously wipe them. Jungkook
cupped Jimin’s face in his hands and brushed his thumbs under his eyes to catch his first tears. “In
this life, in the next, and I’m sure in any previous…it’s you. It’ll always be you.”

“I’m sorry.” Jimin said. “I don’t mean to be so insecure.”

“I can’t lie, it does sometimes make me feel like no matter what I do I can’t seem to
prove how much I love you.” Jimin’s head fell and his lip pulled down, just enough for Jungkook to
notice. “Hey, that doesn’t mean I won’t spend the rest of my life trying.”

“I don’t know why you put up with me.” Jimin mumbled.

“Because I love you. And that fine ass of yours.”

Jimin choked on his laughter as he playfully pushed Jungkook. “Oh my God.”

“What? Have you seen your ass? It’s absolutely delicious. Round, soft yet firm. And it
fits so perfectly in my hands. I love your ass.” Jungkook teased, his smile bright as the corners of
his eyes crinkled. “But I love you the most.” He pulled Jimin to him and kissed the top of his head.

Jungkook hurried to Common Ground, hoping to catch his boss, Han before his shift
started. “Ah, Jungkook, you’re early. To what do I owe this pleasure?” He laughed.

“I uh, was hoping I could chat with you for a minute.” Jungkook said as he stepped
behind the counter.

“Oh sure, sure. Come on back.” Han said as he finished wiping down the front counter.
Jungkook followed him to the small office in the back and settled into a small chair opposite of
Han’s desk. “What’s up, Kook?”

“I love it here. You know that, right Han?” Han nodded with a smile, assuring Jungkook
that he was indeed aware. “And I really appreciate how accommodating you were when I told you
my school schedule.” Han continued to nod. His eyes were understanding as he waited for
Jungkook to continue. “It’s just, there’s more than just school in my life now and it’s going to be
hard, really hard, to balance it all.”

“Do you need another schedule adjustment?” Han asked as he pulled out the scheduling
book.

Jungkook swallowed. “Um, not exactly.” Han raised his eyes to him with a lift of his
eyebrows. “I’m putting in my notice, Han. I won’t bail on you right away, I’ll finish out at least two
weeks, three if you need it. I just know that something’s going to give as I try to balance this and I
don’t want it to be my family, you know?”

“I understand.” Han said. “I’d like to keep you on the payroll though.” He smiled. “Just
in case you need a break and want to come visit and sling some coffee. Maybe over break?”

Jungkook laughed lightly. “Deal.” He reached out and shook Han’s hand before leaving
the office and clocking in.
 Jungkook was efficiently working his way through the line that was so long it led out the
door when a voice he recognized and heard more in two days than he had in six years greeted him.
“Good morning Jungkook.”

Being cornered at his job and needing to maintain service, Jungkook smiled. “Good
morning. What can I get you?”

“I was hoping to talk.” Taehyung said, his eyes wide and pleading.

“I’m working.” Jungkook evened his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

“Can you take a break?”

“Look behind you. There’s absolutely no way I can take a break. Now, can I get you
something?” Jungkook was losing patience, as were his customers waiting behind Taehyung.

“A small mocha.” Taehyung said in a small voice. “Please.” Jungkook nodded, took his
money and passed his cup down the line. He blatantly ignored him and turned to the next customer
in line.

Much to Jungkook’s dismay, Taehyung was still sitting at a table towards the back of the
café when Jungkook took his first break. “Kook.” He beckoned.

Jungkook stood in front of his table. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.” He said
evenly. “You gave away that right. What are you even doing here? Are you lost?”

“I wanted to talk.” Taehyung fidgeted with his empty coffee cup. “I really think we
should talk.”

“Yeah? I wanted to talk to you six years ago, Tae. I tried to talk to you six years ago. You
made me feel like some sort of sexual deviant, like our years of friendship meant nothing once you
knew I liked guys.”

“Koo—Jungkook, I’m sorry. I was—”

“Dad!” A small voice hollered as quick, light steps echoed through the café. Jungkook
turned his cold stare from Taehyung and his face pulled into a large smile.

“Hey Pumpkin.” He said as he scooped her up. “What are you doing here?”

“You forgot your book.” She said before she kissed the tip of his nose. Taehyung
watched, gaping at the scene. “Daddy has it. He’s getting me a muffin though.” Jungkook smiled.
“Who’s that?”

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder. “Just a customer, baby.”

“Hey handsome.” Jimin called as he approached the pair. His eyes were bright and happy
as he leaned in to press his lips quickly to Jungkook’s. As he pulled back his gaze flicked behind
Jungkook and he swallowed as his brow knitted together. “Tae?”
 Jungkook turned, and Tae was falling over himself to gather his things. He practically
flung his chair backwards in his haste. His face was pale, eyes wide. Jungkook turned back to
Jimin, who seemed confused. “Do you know him?” Jimin breathed.

“Not anymore.” Taehyung pushed past the couple, a last hurried apology to Jungkook as
he went. “Do you?”

Jimin nodded slowly. He met Jungkook’s eyes, confusion still lingering in his own but he
held Jungkook’s gaze deliberately. “I played soccer with him.”

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Jungkook kept his eyes locked on Jimin, flicking across his face trying to read him fully.
Taehyung’s reaction was far more extreme than Jungkook felt was warranted. Even if he still hated
Jungkook and his sexuality, the haste in which Taehyung fled the scene was peculiar. “You played
soccer with Taehyung?” Jimin nodded. “As in…” Jimin nodded again. “Should we talk?”
 “After school.” Jimin said as he reached for Minji. Jungkook’s eyes were soft on him as
he handed Minji over. “I’m fine, sweetheart.” Jimin promised as he stepped closer and pressed his
lips to Jungkook’s.

“Don’t forget his book, Daddy.”

Jimin pulled back. “Of course, thank you Minnie.” He pulled Jungkook’s management
textbook from his messenger bag and handed it off to Jungkook.

“Thank you.” Jungkook kissed Minji’s face first, then turned his attention back to Jimin.
“I would have been in a bit of a predicament without this on the first day of the class.”

“I figured.” Jimin smiled. “We love you, darling. Have a good day.”

“And I love you.” He squeezed Minji’s shoulder. “Both of you.” Jimin smiled again
before he and Minji made their way out of the café. Jungkook flicked his gaze up and down the
block as far as he could see to make sure Taehyung wasn’t waiting to corner either him or Jimin.

Jungkook remained tense all day, nervous energy buzzing through his body. His body felt
poised and ready to take on Taehyung if he so even dared think about approaching him at this point.
It didn’t make any sense. Taehyung, the one who found Jungkook’s sexuality so appalling that he’d
rather bail on years of friendship than admit that he was wrong, being the same boy that Jimin was
caught making out behind his garage with. Jungkook’s mind was tied up in knots trying to make
sense of it all. And which came first? Jimin never specified how old he’d been when they were
caught. Nor did he ever say how long he’d been with the boy. Had they been together? Was
Taehyung Jimin’s first boyfriend? He didn’t like the way his stomach twisted at the thought.

He had Jimin meet him for dinner after school, Minji happy to go visit Uncle Jinnie and
Uncle Joonie. “Hey baby.” Jimin greeted with a quick press of his lips against Jungkook’s as he
found him sitting at a small table in one of their favorite low-key Pho restaurants. “How was
school?”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, the corners turning down just slightly. “Hm, can’t lie,
I was a bit distracted.”

Jimin reached across the table and lightly caressed the top of Jungkook’s hand. His day
hadn’t been much better. Coming face to face with his past while happily enjoying his present was
a jolt he wasn’t prepared for. “I know what you mean.”

“So,” Jungkook started with a deep breath. “Taehyung.”

Jimin barely flinched and swallowed over his discomfort. “You know him.” Jimin said
simply.

“I knew him.” He snorted lightly. “At least I had thought I did.”

Jimin’s gaze drew in the pained look on Jungkook’s face, the dejection and vulnerability
hidden behind the dismissive statement. “Was that, the uh, first time you’ve seen him since you
know…”
 “Since he made me feel like our friendship over the years meant absolutely nothing
because I’d rather be with a man than a woman? Yeah. Well. No.” Jimin’s brow arched up. “I saw
him yesterday. On campus.”

“Oh? You, uh, didn’t say anything.” Jimin’s hands started to fidget, his fingers rubbing
and pulling each other. “Why didn’t you say anything? That’s huge, Kookie. I mean, he was your
best friend.”

“Was. Was being the operative word. It doesn’t matter now.” Jungkook said, lightly
chewing the inside of his lip. Jimin could tell he was lying, but he left it alone, the space around
them stilling in silence.

“I, um, kind of can’t believe I didn’t have any inclination that he could have been one in
the same when you mentioned him. I mean, it’s not like Taehyung is a super unique name, but
still…” He stirred his pho with his eyes downcast.

“Did you ever get to talk to him? After your dad…”

Jimin shook his head. “No. He didn’t go to my school, and my father didn’t exactly give
me an opportunity to say goodbye to the team.”

Jungkook’s leg started to bounce as he intensified the chewing on the inside of his mouth.
“Would you, um, would you have wanted to? Say goodbye?”

Jimin lifted his eyes to Jungkook’s as they widened slightly. “Well, yeah, Kookie, they
were my team.”

Instead of following up on if any particular teammates deserved a special goodbye,

Jungkook asked the other minor detail that haunted him. “How old were you? How long were you
two…?” Jungkook could feel his ears heat up and his stomach clench.

“Oh.” Jimin fumbled a bit. “Uh, we started playing soccer together when I was about
fourteen? I think the kissing started around fifteen probably.”

Jungkook swallowed down the taste of bile in his throat. “H-how long did—”

Jimin quickly grabbed Jungkook’s hand. “Baby. We weren’t together. He was a friend I
kissed sometimes. And only for about two months.”

“I just…” Jungkook’s brow scrunched up. “I’m trying to understand how he had been
kissing you but acted like, somehow when it came to me it wasn’t okay? Especially because the
timing is so close together. Like, what the fuck happened between kissing you and me coming out
to make him react that way?”

Jimin continued to run his fingertips over the top of Jungkook’s hand. “I don’t know
sweetheart. Sounds like a question for Taehyung.”

“I don’t want to talk to him.” Jungkook huffed, pulling his hand back and crossing his
arms over his chest like a petulant child. Jimin raised his brow again, the same look he gives Minji
when she’s being difficult. “Jimin.” Jungkook all but whines. “It took me a long time to get over
the shit he said to me, the way he looked at me. I don’t…I don’t want to relive that.”
 “You don’t have to. You’ve been through a lot, Kookie. But I still think you have things
to say to him, questions you want answered. And even if talking to him brings shit up, you got me,
yeah?” Jungkook’s large, dark eyes met Jimin’s and he nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with you,
or who you love.”

Jungkook’s lip curled up. “You have to say that…seeing as you’re the one I love.” Jimin’s
eyes lit up and then all but disappeared with the spread of his delighted smile. “Would you, would it
be weird if I asked you to come with me if I decide talk to Tae?”

“My love, I would go anywhere with you.” Jimin promised.

Jimin pinned Jungkook against the shower wall early the next morning. He held his hips
tightly, pressing his ass to the cool tile wall as his mouth worked meticulously on his dick.
Jungkook tightened his hands in Jimin’s wet hair as he watched his dick disappear beyond Jimin’s
full, red lips. Jimin hummed around him as his fingers crept between his cheeks and probed at his
eager rim. Jungkook threw his head back against the wall and his hips snapped forward. “Fuck,
baby.” He kept his eyes closed and allowed Jimin to push him closer and closer to the edge. “I-ah-
love you.” His voice caught in his throat before tapering into a groan. Jimin picked up his pace,
flicking his tongue under the head of Jungkook’s dick before pulling back and greedily sucking the
pre-come that endlessly leaked from him.

Jimin wrapped his hand around Jungkook, eagerly stroking him as his other hand finally
breached his rim. “Ahhh, shit, shit, God.” Jungkook chanted as the familiar tightening in his belly
reached a screaming crescendo. Spots of white and color exploded behind his lids as Jimin
swallowed him again barely having a moment before his mouth was being filled with hot come. He
took it all, patiently remaining knelt on the shower floor as Jungkook rode out his orgasm. “Good
lord, I love you.” Jungkook’s eyes remained closed as his chest heaved. He sighed as he caressed
the back of Jimin’s head before reaching down to help Jimin stand back up. Jimin stood and
pressed his lips to Jungkook’s.

“Just thought I’d help with that obvious tension you woke up with.” Jimin said with
another loving press of his lips to Jungkook’s.

“You are literally the most amazing man.” Jungkook chuckled. “Thank you.” He felt
Jimin press against him. “I could…” He trailed off as he reached for Jimin’s erection.

“I’m sure it’s getting late. I can, mmm, I can take care of it.” Jimin assured as his head
rolled back at the sensation of Jungkook’s large hand wrapped around him. Jungkook tightened his
hold and quickened his speed, watching as Jimin started to surrender. “Baby.” He sighed.

“You’re so good to me, Jimin. So, so good. I love you so much.” He murmured as he
pressed open mouth kisses along his neck, quickly turning them around so that he could press Jimin
against the wall, the hot spray of the shower at his back. “Let me take care of you. I want to,
please.”

Jimin nodded, too overwhelmed by the heat that spread through his body at every touch.
“O-okay.” Jungkook doubled his efforts, stroking Jimin while rolling his nipple between his
fingers. “Ah, Kook.” Jungkook lowered his face to pull the other nipple between his lips, biting
gently. Jimin’s hips snapped. Jungkook slowed his movements, an encouragement for Jimin to
thrust into his hand, which Jimin did without instruction. “Kookie, ah, Kook, mmm…God.” Jimin
started to babble as he chased the tightening sensation, hinting at his release. Jungkook moved from
Jimin’s nipple to his collarbone, sucking and biting as he left little marks—reminders of how much
he loved to please him—before he crashed his lips to Jimin’s. Jimin whimpered against him before
licking against his lips, asking for entry.

“I love you.” Jungkook breathed against his lips. “Always going to love you.”

“A-always you.” Jimin panted just as his climax overtook him. His hips froze and his
head thumped into the tiled wall behind him, as he spilled over Jungkook’s hand, moans and
whimpers falling from his beautiful, full lips. “God, I love you, Kook.”

Jungkook nuzzled against Jimin’s neck. “I have to go.”

“I know.” Jimin said as he ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair before pressing his lips
to his again. “Go on. I’ll be right behind you. You know, once I can feel my legs again.”

Jungkook laughed before pulling away and stepping out of the glass enclosure. He
wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried to get his teeth brushed. Jimin watched, completely
endeared. He was overcome at the most random of times with the knowledge that Jungkook was
his, that he loved him despite all of Jimin’s flaws and shortcomings.

“Ah, Jungkook!” Narae called as she spotted him in their accounting class. She took seat
next to him. “I was hoping we’d have coffee yesterday.”

Jungkook paused his doodling in his notebook and turned to her with an apologetic smile.
“Yeah, it was an odd day yesterday, I really just got through my classes and hurried home. Oh God,
I didn’t even reply to your text did I?” Narae shook her head with a small frown. “I’m so sorry. We
can grab lunch after this though if you want?”

Narae’s face lit up as she nodded. “Alright.”

Jungkook suffered through a full hour of his accounting class, looking forward to
checking in with Jimin before grabbing lunch. He instantly grabbed his phone from his bag once
class was dismissed.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Hey Love, just wanted to send you some kisses to get you
through your day!

ColdBrewSweetCream: [image attached]

ColdBrewSweetCream: It’s like I can still taste you

ColdBrewSweetCream: You always taste so good

 Jungkook flushed quickly and glanced around the room to make sure no one was peeking
over his shoulder at his phone. While it may not have been terribly explicit, the way Jimin’s tongue
curled up to trace along his upper lip was more than suggestive enough to have his dick twitch.
“God dammit, Jimin.” He groaned under his breath.

JK: You are the cruelest, sexiest man I’ve ever known

ColdBrewSweetCream: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

ColdBrewSweetCream: How are you doing otherwise? Have you seen him?

JK: No, thank God.

JK: He found me at the end of my day on Monday, so if I see him anywhere it’ll be
outside on my way to the bus.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Alright, Love. Well, I gotta get going, I have to set up for our
next class. Are you still good to pick up Minnie from summer day camp? I need to finish up
reviewing some of these resumes tonight.

JK: Of course. I should get there by four thirty. I hope you find someone to take that
instructor position.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Thanks honey. Love you!! XOXO

JK: Love you!

Narae waited patiently in the hall for Jungkook as he finished up his exchange with
Jimin. “Sorry about that, just squaring away pick up plans for tonight.”

“Oh, for your daughter?”

“Yep.” Jungkook smiled. “Hence why I don’t have any entertaining videos today, she’s at
summer day camp today.”

“Does she like it?” Narae asked as they made their way to the student center to grab
lunch.

“Definitely. It’s a theatre day camp so they’re teaching the kids the basics of theater
before they do a live performance at the end of next week.”

“Man, I wish my parents would have been so cool as to put me into a theater camp when
I was little.” Narae laughed. “You seem like a good dad, Jungkook.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. I try.
Jimin’s a great dad to learn from.”

“He must be older than you.” Narae assumed as they entered the cafeteria.
 Jungkook huffed half a chuckle. “He is, but only by two years.” Narae turned to him, her
shock more than evident. “A high school sweetheart type of thing.” Jungkook explained. “He’s
done very well for her despite his age.”

“That’s incredible.” Narae said softly. “Honestly that was one of my biggest fears in high
school.”

“Dating?” Jungkook teased.

Narae laughed as she playfully hit him. “No, getting pregnant.” She paused for a moment
as she paid for her lunch. “Probably a good thing I have essentially zero sex drive. Pretty much
took that possibility off the table, much to my boyfriends’ and girlfriends’ dismay.” She looked
over her shoulder at Jungkook with a wink.

Jungkook hurried to catch up to her as she grabbed them a table. “Wait. So you’re…” He
cocked his head to the side and Narae giggled softly. “A bisexual asexual?” Jungkook’s brow
furrowed as he attempted to work the statement through his head.

Narae motioned for him to sit. “Sit down before you hurt yourself, Kook.” She smiled
and unwrapped her lunch as he settled in. “It would appear the queer kids always seem to gravitate
towards each other, hm?”

“I guess. Though I’m often pegged as being straight, much to my boyfriend’s dismay. I’ll
never get over the look on his face when he overheard a woman asking me out. It was kind of
adorable.” Narae laughed. “But anyway, back to you…” He didn’t want to have to come right out
and say it, so he hoped she’d know what he was leading to.

“I’d say I’m a panromantic demisexual.” Jungkook remained looking at her, a bit
dumbfounded. He’d never heard such terms. Gay, lesbian, bisexual, asexual, and transgendered he
had a pretty firm grasp on but he was lost with these terms. Though he thought he may have heard
the term pansexual in passing, he pondered if that was somewhat related to this panromantic
identity. As Narae watched Jungkook digest the terms she figured she’d help the kid out. “It
essentially means I’m romantically attracted to any gender but need an incredibly deep emotional
connection to a partner before any sexual attraction can develop. I’m not one that understands
lusting after people I don’t know. But I love the closeness of relationships, the non-physical
intimacy. But yeah, most people don’t stick around long enough for me to form that bond to
develop physical attraction. They usually bail when they aren’t getting laid.”

Jungkook nodded a bit. “Well that sucks. You know, that they don’t put in the time and
work because essentially, I’d imagine when you do get to the point of sex, you’re having the best
kind of sex. You know, I guess because I’ve found that loving your partner brings physical touch to
a whole new level.”

“Yes, exactly.” Narae smiled.

“I guess the queer kids do tend to find each other.”

 Jungkook was thankful that Ms.Yi was so endlessly entertaining, she brightened his
mood so effortlessly he’d almost forgotten about Taehyung and the fact that he had been Jimin’s
teenage kissing partner. That was, until he spotted Taehyung across the courtyard on his way to the
bus stop. “Fuck, may as well get this over with.” He mumbled to himself as he jogged over to him.
“Taehyung. Hey.”

Taehyung halted almost instantly, his eyes widening to almost comical proportions.
“Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t smile. Couldn’t quite bring himself to, not yet. “So hey, sorry for being
so rude yesterday morning.”

Taehyung shrugged. “I get it. I pretty much deserve it.”

“I, uh, I think it’s pretty clear we actually do have some things to talk about.” Jungkook
said as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder.

Taehyung gulped and bit his lip. “Yeah, probably.”

“Like how you know Jimin.” Jungkook kept his gaze even on Taehyung. Taehyung in
turn flushed from his neck to his ears. “I don’t want to talk about it here. Let’s find some time for
all of us to get together.”

“All of us?” Taehyung asked, his voice clearly betraying him and making his nervousness
clear.

“Jimin has some things he’d like to say too.” He motioned towards the phone in
Taehyung’s hand. “Text me later?” Taehyung nodded as he punched in Jungkook’s number. “I gotta
go.”

“O-okay. Thanks Jungkook, you know, for being open to talking.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

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Kook: I should’ve never enrolled in school.

Kook: Then I wouldn’t have to see his stupid face

Joon: I think this could be a good thing, Kook

Joon: You’ve needed closure for six years

Kook: No I haven’t

Kook: I got closure when I told him if he couldn’t accept me to show himself the damn door…
which he did. That’s answer enough for me.
Joon: You’re still hurt

Kook: You’re damn right I’m still hurt

Kook: But I don’t need anything from him

Joon: What does Jimin say?

Kook: Jimin wants me to talk to him, get some questions answered

Kook: I really can’t stand to look at him now that I know

Joon: Know what?

Kook: That he was the boy Jimin was kissing behind the garage

Joon: HE’S WHAT?

Joon: Call me. Now.

Jungkook obeyed his cousin’s demand and even though he didn’t want to talk through
this cluster fuck of feelings, he figured Namjoon was a good one to trudge through it with. He
figured Jimin would just feel horrible if he knew how badly Jungkook was struggling with it.
“Good God, Kook, how did you figure that out?”

“Taehyung tracked me down to the café, I figure he got his mom to ask my mom my
whereabouts and as much as I tried to essentially tell him to fuck right off, he hung around. He tried
to talk to me when I took my first break, and then Jimin and Minji came because I forgot one of my
textbooks. Fuck, Joon, if you could’ve seen the panicked way Tae bolted out of there.” He shook
his head as he replayed the scene in his head. “And then I looked at Jimin. He looked so confused,
so startled. And then he told me he played soccer with him. I knew, Joon. I just fucking knew it was
him.”

“Shit, Kook.” Namjoon sighed. Jungkook could picture him rubbing his temple,
developing a response. “Did Jimin confirm?”

“Sure did.” Jungkook said with a bitter laugh. “And—fuck Joon, I can’t stop picturing
them together.”

“Kook, Jimin loves you.” Namjoon reminded in his deep soothing voice, the one he
always used when Jungkook was having minor meltdowns.

“I know. I do. It’s just, what if Hojun hadn’t caught them? Would they have dated? Would
they still be together? Fuck, we wouldn’t have Minji if they had—”

“Jungkook. Woah, hold on buddy, breathe.” Jungkook took a deep breath and tried to
slow his racing, trembling heart. “It’s no use running those questions and thoughts through your
head. It doesn’t matter now. We have Minji and you have Jimin, yeah?”

Jungkook sighed. “Yeah. But Joon, I just…like I remember the way Taehyung had looked
at me, the contempt and disgust in his eyes. How? How could he look at me like that if he’d been
making out with Jimin? Why wasn’t it okay for me?”

“This is why you need to talk to him, Kook.”

“Hey Pumpkin! How did camp go today?” Jungkook asked as he scooped Minji up.

“Good. We got our parts today!”

“You did!? What part did you get?” Jungkook asked as he put Minji back down on the
ground and reached for her hand. Her small hand wrapped around his three fingers again and he
smiled.

“I’m Windward!” Minji yelled as she bounced around.

Jungkook bit his lip as he tried to conjure up the character. “Who’s Windward again?”

“The trumpet fish who announces the king.” Minji huffed, as though it was common
knowledge.

“Ah! Yes, yes. Well I think you’re going to make a marvelous Windward!”

“You think everyone will come see me?” Minji asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.

“We’re gonna need at least two rows for everyone who’s going to come see you,
Pumpkin.”

Minji tugged on Jungkook’s hand. “Will Great Gram come?”

Jungkook’s smile essentially took over his face. “I’m sure she wouldn’t miss it.”

“It’s next Friday, Dad, we should call people and let them know.”

“Minnie, you are definitely your daddy’s daughter, always planning ahead.” Jungkook
laughed.

TheKid: Yoongi, I’m gonna need some time with you soon

Grumpy: You alright, kid?

TheKid: Remember that friend I told you about? From high school?

Grumpy: The bitchass who bailed on you when you came out?

Grumpy: Yeah I remember

TheKid: He goes to my university

TheKid: He kissed Jimin

 Grumpy: What the fuck!?!

TheKid: Like, sure it was when Jimin was like 15 but still

TheKid: I need to figure this shit out

Grumpy: You know you don’t need to like make a date to come over. Just come over.
Stop by the store, whatever.

TheKid: Yeah

TheKid: Things still good with Hobi?

Grumpy: Things are great with Hobi.

Grumpy: Actually pretty glad you didn’t give up on chasing your cold brew sweet
cream.

TheKid: Aww was that a thank you?

Grumpy: Certainly not

TheKid: Yeah sure

TheKid: Hey! Minnie’s play performance is next Friday. She expects everyone there

TheKid: And seeing how you missed her kindergarten graduation…

Grumpy: Hobi and I will be there

Jungkook and Minji were grilling skewers when Jimin got home. “Loves?” He called
from the entryway. Kakuna jumped up from her spot lounging on the deck and hurried back into the
house, Minji following behind.

“Hi Daddy! I got my part in the play!” She yelled happily as she ran into Jimin’s arms.
“Windward!”

“The trumpeter!” Jimin gasped. Minji nodded excitedly.

“Dad didn’t know who Windward was.” She grumbled.

Jimin laughed lightly. “Oh sweetheart, that just means you need to watch more Disney
movies with him.” He said as they made their way to the backyard. Jimin placed Minji back on the
ground and wrapped his arms around Jungkook from behind. “Hi Darling.”

Jungkook dropped his hand down to caress Jimin’s. “Hey Baby.” He craned his neck back
and beckoned Jimin for a kiss with puckered lips. Jimin smiled brightly before obliging him. “How
are the resumes looking?”

“Surprisingly promising this time around.” Jimin said as he released his hold on
Jungkook and stepped around him to lean on the deck railing. “I set up interviews with three of
them.”

“That’s great!” Jungkook said as he flipped their skewers.

“How was your day?” Jimin asked tentatively, his gaze flicking to where Minji was
playing tug-of-war with Kakuna further out in the yard.

“I mean, classes were fine. Had lunch with Narae and uh, ran into Taehyung at the end of
the day.” He met Jimin’s eyes as he battled the dropping sensation of his stomach. “I,” he cleared
his throat “gave him my number so we could arrange a time for us all to sit down together.”

“You okay?” Jimin asked softly.

“Not really.” Jimin stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Jungkook’s
waist. So tightly that his chest couldn’t fully expand with his breath. Jimin nuzzled his face into
Jungkook’s chest and neck. Jungkook felt his body relax, just a bit, and he ran his hands up and
down Jimin’s back.

“I’m always going to keep you safe, Kookie. We’ll get some questions answered, but I
won’t let him hurt you again. I promise.”

Jungkook closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, unable to tell Jimin that just seeing
Taehyung near Jimin was likely going to tear him apart. He kissed the top of Jimin’s head,
breathing in the scent of Jimin’s shampoo, comforted by the familiarity of it. He didn’t let go,
couldn’t bear to release his hold on his partner, the love of his life. “I love you.” He whispered.

After diligently watching The Little Mermaid with Minji after dinner Jungkook got to
work on his assignments. He took a break to tuck in Minji and frowned slightly as he trudged back
downstairs. He knew it’d be worth it in the end, but that certainly didn’t mean he’d necessarily
enjoy it. Jimin remained in the living room with Kakuna snuggled in his lap as he watched reruns
of The Fosters. Jungkook would gently tease him about his obsession with the show, but Jimin
would just smack his chest with watery eyes, “Shut up, I love their family!” Jimin would pop in on
occasion and check to see if Jungkook needed anything. He’d massage his shoulders after refilling
his water and leave a kiss at his temple.

“I’m going to head up to bed.” Jimin said as he ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook leaned into his touch. “Okay. I’ll be up in a little while.”

Jimin lowered his face to the side of Jungkook’s neck, kissing lightly. “Please don’t take
too long.”

Jungkook’s attention instantly snapped away from his books to the man draped over his
back. He knew that tone. “Oh?”

Jimin hummed against Jungkook’s ear. “Miss you.” His palms ran down Jungkook’s
chest as he kissed his neck again. “My body misses you.”
 Jungkook felt a rush of heat through his body, Jimin’s message being received loud and
clear. “I need ten minutes baby.” He groaned when Jimin gently bit the shell of his ear. “Maybe
fifteen as I’m losing a bit of blood flow to my brain.” He laughed.

“Mm, I’m going to go…get ready for you.”

Jungkook almost whimpered as he damn near swallowed his tongue. “Fuck, Jimin.”

Jungkook took the steps two at a time as he hurried upstairs. He stopped in to check on
Minji, placing a soft kiss to her forehead before closing her door and heading to his and Jimin’s
room. He opened the door slowly, taking note of the low lighting. He closed the door behind him,
feeling his heart thump in his throat as he turned towards their bed. Jimin was laid back against the
pillows, his legs spread, two fingers inside him as he slowly stroked his dick in his other hand. A
strangled groan fell from Jungkook’s lips. “Holy shit, Jimin.”

Jimin’s eyes fell closed under hooded lids as he bit his lip. He moaned softly as he
willfully opened his eyes to Jungkook’s. “Wanted to be ready for you.” He squeezed his erection as
he slowly slid his hand over it. “Need you, Kookie.”

“I got you, Baby.” Jungkook promised as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and
undid his pants. He kicked his pants and boxers from his legs and hurried to Jimin, crawling up the
bed. He paused and kissed the inside of Jimin’s knees, pulling a small, breathy moan from Jimin’s
pretty lips. “Fuck you’re so beautiful Jimin. My Jimin. God, look at you.” Jungkook drew in the
image of Jimin under him; his hair damped just as his hairline from the heat overtaking his body,
the way the skin on his neck glistened, and how his chest flushed under his heavy breaths.
Jungkook picked up the bottle of lube next to Jimin and squeezed some onto his fingers. He trailed
his hand over Jimin’s forearm tracing down to where his hand was still in the process of prepping.
He gently urged Jimin’s hand back. Jimin whined and pouted until he felt Jungkook’s fingers
teasing around him before sliding effortlessly into him.

“F-feels so good, Kookie. Please Kookie, please.”

Jungkook hushed him, placing a kiss to Jimin’s lips. “We have plenty of time, Baby.” He
assured as he pulled back and nestled between Jimin’s knees, tossing one leg over his thigh. He
smiled devilishly at Jimin before nudging Jimin’s hand away from his dick with his face. Jimin’s
hand fell to the side unceremoniously before he gripped the bedding in his fist the moment
Jungkook’s mouth wrapped around him, the fingers inside him not faltering at all. Jimin was hot,
heavy, and thick in his mouth. He hummed as he savored the taste of the pre-come that slid from
the head of his dick.

“Ko-kook. Fuuuck, Kook.”

Jungkook pulled back, a mix of saliva and pre-come connecting his bottom lip to the
head of Jimin’s dick. “Yes, darling?” Jimin groaned in frustration. Jimin rolled his hips as he bit his
lip and furrowed his brow. “You need to tell me what you want, baby.” Jimin knew Jungkook
would have a cocky smile on his face so he didn’t even bother looking at him. He clenched around
him, groaning lightly.

“Come on, Kookie, you know what I want.”

 Jungkook leaned forward and lightly kissed Jimin’s abs as his fingers continued their
task. “But I don’t, sweetheart, you need to tell me.” Jungkook sat up and shuffled over, hissing as
his own hard dick rubbed over Jimin’s thigh, before nestling between Jimin’s knees again. He slid
his fingers from Jimin’s hole.

Jimin cried out, whimpering. “God, fucking hell.” He opened his eyes only to narrow
them on Jungkook. Jungkook tauntingly arched his brow. Jimin threw his head back. “N-need you.”
He glanced at Jungkook who still had a smirk on his face. “In me. Fuck, get in me. Please, please,
please.”

“You’re always so polite, Love.” Jungkook smiled as he leaned over him, pulling his lips
between his, caressing them softly with the tip of his tongue. Jimin dug his hands into Jungkook’s
hips and pulled him closer, the head of Jungkook’s dick sliding along the cleft of his ass. He locked
his legs around Jungkook’s waist and rocked his hips up towards him.

“I hate you.” Jimin growled.

Jungkook laughed against his neck where he littered small kisses on his skin. “You love
me.”

“So much.”

Jungkook sat up and pushed Jimin’s legs up, nestling his thighs under his. He palmed
over Jimin’s dick as he reached for the lube. He slicked himself up and pressed against him. He’d
never gone without protection with any of his partners, but after getting clean bills of sexual health
and after the euphoric feeling of Jimin’s first time the two of them never looked back—always
preferring to feel each other completely without barriers. He pushed forward, slowly breeching the
tight ring of muscle until Jimin’s body accepted the intrusion and essentially pulled him in. Jimin’s
mouth fell open as his eyes closed, focused only on the feeling of Jungkook joining him so
intimately. So close.

Jungkook groaned as he fully entered Jimin, pausing to let Jimin adjust as well as catch
his own breath. He ran his hands up and down Jimin’s sides, the smooth skin hot under his fingers.
“Shit, you feel so good.” Jungkook said lowly as he barely rocked his hips.

Jimin moaned as the movement, “Yes, yes. Fuck. Move Kookie, please.” He opened his
eyes and locked onto Jungkook.

Jungkook pulled back and then eased back in, building up a rhythm as his hands held on
to Jimin’s thighs. Jimin was always so beautiful no matter what he was doing; teaching, cooking,
reading, laughing—but the sight of Jimin when they were making love would always be one of
Jungkook’s favorites. He ran a large palm up Jimin’s torso, bracing himself over him as he
quickened his pace again. “Gah, oh yes…mmm..”

Jungkook slowed his movements and pulled out. Jimin’s attention snapped fully to him.
“What are you doing!?”

Jungkook laughed as he shook his head at his worked-up partner. “Wanna hold you.”

“Are you—”
 “Shhhh.” Jungkook cut him off as he scooted away from Jimin and laid on his side next
to him. “Come on.” He patted in front of him with a small smile and Jimin’s eyes lit up in
understanding. Jimin, too, rolled to his side before scooting back towards Jungkook. Jungkook
placed a kiss to the back of Jimin’s head, then the side of his neck before Jimin turned towards him
and met him in a shared kiss. Jungkook nestled his arm under Jimin’s upper body, wrapped up
against his chest while his other hand hooked under his knee. He pulled his leg up and back,
bringing his dick to slide along the crack of his ass. Jimin sighed through a small moan. “Keep your
leg up for a minute, baby.” Jimin nodded and Jungkook moved his hand from Jimin’s leg to his
own dick to guide it back into Jimin.

He slid in more easily and Jimin arched his back through a groan. “Oh, fuck, Kookie.”

“Feel good?” Jungkook asked as he hooked his arm back under Jimin’s knee as his hips
snapped forward.

Jimin nodded as he tried to speak through his ragged breaths. “So…s-so good. Ahh…”
Jungkook kept up his pace, feeling sweat running down his neck and chest. The world always
melted away when he made love to Jimin. Nothing existed besides them and the pleasure coursing
through their bodies. Minutes felt like hours while feeling like seconds. No time would ever be
enough to be so intimately connected to his partner. Jimin locked his hand with the one that was
holding him at his chest. “Love you.” He panted.

Jungkook squeezed his hand and he dropped his lips to Jimin’s shoulder. “Love you.” He
felt the coiling of heat in his belly as his steady rhythm started to falter.

“-‘s okay, baby.” Jimin said as he reached down for his own erection. “I won’t be f-far
behind.”

Jungkook’s heart soared, knowing that Jimin knew him so well, so completely, that he
could tell the moment Jungkook’s climax started creeping up on him. “Where?” He asked, his voice
tight.

“In. In me. Stay in me.” Jimin pled as he quickened his own stimulation and rocked back
against Jungkook. He felt Jungkook swell further before he locked tightly against his ass, come
pulsing into him. “God, fuck, feels s-so good. I love when you come in me. Shit I love how that
feels. Fuuuuck.” Jimin cried out as his own orgasm overtook him. Jungkook held him tightly as he
trembled while he rode out then came down from his climax. “Holy shit.” He whispered through
his panting breaths.

Jungkook chuckled lightly behind him. “I know.” He littered kisses all over Jimin’s neck
and face. “Every single time.” He lowered Jimin’s leg and caressed his thigh and hip. “You’re so
amazing.” He ran his hand over Jimin’s waist and along his ribs before coming up to brush Jimin’s
hair away from his face. “Stay here, I’ll get you cleaned up.”

After cleaning himself up, Jungkook prepared a warm washcloth for Jimin. He drew the
cloth over Jimin’s skin, cleaning up their come and lube. Jimin kept his eyes close, his face set in a
peaceful, sated smile. Jungkook tossed the washcloth into the bathroom hamper and nestled in next
to Jimin. Just as their breaths started to even out between reverent kisses, they were startled back to
reality by Jungkook’s phone.

“I swear to God.” Jungkook groaned as he blindly reached for his phone.

Unknown Number: Jungkook? It’s Taehyung

Jungkook looked to Jimin, his face even and unreadable. “Babe, everything okay?”

Unknown Number: I was wondering if tomorrow evening would work for you to meet?

Unknown Number: You and Jimin

Jungkook tasted bile at the back of his throat, despising that Taehyung had the nerve to
even type his boyfriend’s name. Speaking of, he looked back at Jimin whose eyes were wide and
worried. “It’s, uh, Taehyung.” Jimin laced his fingers through Jungkook’s within half a second.
“Wants to know if tomorrow evening would work to meet.”

“We could ask Yoongi and Hobi to hang out with Minnie.” Jimin said softly. “Do you…
do you want to see him tomorrow?”

Jungkook snorted. “Of course not, but I’d rather just get it out of the way.” Jimin nodded
as he squeezed his hand.

Jungkook: Yeah, that will work for us.

Jungkook: 6 okay?

“Is here okay? I don’t exactly want to make a scene anywhere. And uh, I want—
nevermind, it’s stupid.”

Jimin gazed at him, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “You want him to know we
live together.”

Jungkook’s skin flushed in embarrassment. “I told you it was stupid.”

“I understand honey. I do. Yes, he can come here.”

Unknown Number: Yeah! Yeah that’s great. You want to meet at the coffee shop? That you work
at?

Jungkook: No. You can meet us here. At home. [address]

Unknown Number: Okay

 Unknown Number: See you tomorrow then

Jungkook: See ya

Jungkook narrowed his eyes on his phone, annoyed at the whole situation. He opened up
the messages and snorted at his immaturity but couldn’t bring himself to care. New contact. Save
as. Bitchass.

Yoongi would be proud.

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Kihyun found Jimin in one of the smaller practice rooms, his gaze intense on the mirror as he
worked through a complicated sword combination. As he missed the transition from his left to his
right hand, he clutched the handle tighter and yelled out. “God dammit!”

“Jimin!” Kihyun gasped, Jimin never swore in their practice space.

Jimin turned to him, his jaw clenched. “Fuck, Ki, sorry. It’s just…” He huffed out a long
breath through his nose.
 “It’s today, right? That you and Jungkook are meeting with Taehyung?” Kihyun asked as
he entered the small room and shut the door behind himself.

Jimin slid the sword back into the sheath before hanging it back on the wall. He sighed
and rubbed his temples with his fingers. “Yeah. And I’ve tried so hard to be supportive for Kookie,
I can’t imagine what this must be like for him.”

“Has he tried to imagine what it’s like for you?” Ki asked as he sat down on the mat.

“It’s not about me.”

Ki raised his eyebrow, “It really kind of is, Jimin. You have history with him too.”

Jimin shrugged. “Maybe. But he asked to talk to Jungkook. Not me. Kookie wants me
there. I’m there for him.”

Kihyun snorted a bit. “You’re an incredible partner, Jimin. Jungkook is lucky to have
you. But man, if you need to talk to someone who isn’t Kook, let me know. Or Jin. Someone, yeah?
This can’t be easy.”

Jimin sighed as he sat next to Kihyun. “It’s not. God, Taehyung had lingered in my head
for years, Ki. I always kind of wondered what happened to him. But then everything with Yungmi,
and then Minji. I couldn’t just, go looking for him. It’s not like, I mean, we weren’t together or
anything.” Jimin pulled and twisted his fingers.

“Well, sure. But it’s not like he was just some random boy you made out with once. He
was your friend, teammate…and someone you definitely made out with more than once.”

Jimin’s cheeks heated up. “Can we…not?” He turned to Ki with wide eyes. “I feel so
guilty, Ki.”

“For what?”

“For having wanted him. For wishing things hadn’t ended. For…for having feelings for
someone who hurt my Jungkookie so much.” Jimin felt his throat tighten and eyes well.

“You have nothing to feel guilty for, Jimin.”

“I—”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

Jimin snapped his gaze to Kihyun, fire burning in his eyes. “Of course not.”

“Then you have nothing to feel guilty for.” He tossed his arm over Jimin’s shoulder and
squeezed lightly. “What time is he coming over?”

“Six.”

Kihyun glanced down at his watch. “You might want to get going then, it’s almost five.”

“Shit! Seriously!?” Jimin jumped up and ran towards the door. He paused and turned
back to Kihyun. “Thanks, Ki.”
 “Anytime.”

Jungkook paced the kitchen. He had put together a light dinner for him and Jimin to have
before Taehyung arrived, but Jimin hadn’t come home yet. He hadn’t texted because he didn’t want
to seem anxious or controlling, demanding that he come home. But Taehyung would be there
within the hour and if Jungkook were being honest, his anxiety was to the point where he was fairly
certain he’d throw up.

“Baby!” Jimin called as he burst through the door. “Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry.” He kicked
off his shoes and hurried to Jungkook. “I wanted to be home around four, but I got sidetracked
trying to blow off some—” Jungkook curled himself around Jimin, his hold tight and desperate. He
wondered if Jimin could feel the internal trembling that coursed through his body. Jimin ran his
hands through Jungkook’s hair and sighed. “My love.”

“I don’t know that I can do this.” Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s shoulder.

“We can cancel.” Jimin said softly as he continued to stroke Jungkook’s hair and rub his
fingers into his scalp. Jungkook shook his head. “I got you, Kookie. I’m right here, okay? We’ll get
through this.” Jungkook nodded. Jimin’s resolve hardened to face Taehyung and support Jungkook
while he confronted one of the deepest hurts he’d gone through in his life. Taehyung would be
allowed to say his piece, but that was it. Once Kookie was done, Jimin would make damn sure
Taehyung was out of their house. “Should we eat a little something? You worked so hard.” He said
softly.

Jungkook pulled back. “Fuck, I’m such a baby.”

Jimin furrowed his brow. “You are not. This has been a whirlwind; it makes sense that
you’d be feeling a mix of things you know?” Jungkook nodded.

“I’m mostly just pissed off.” Jungkook snorted.

“Then we’ll go with that.” Jimin locked his hand with Jungkook’s. “Let’s eat a bit
though. It smells good.” He led Jungkook to the table and put together two bowls. He sat down and
locked his hand with Jungkook’s as they ate slowly and silently. Jimin kept reminding himself that
this was about Jungkook. He’d process his own shit with Taehyung later. Or not. It wouldn’t be the
first time he’d gone without closure.

Jimin was cleaning up in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He looked to Jungkook,
who had his large, dark, Bambi eyes locked on him. Jimin dried his hands on a hand towel and
ushered Jungkook towards the door. “You got this.” A quick press of lips against Jungkook’s. “And
I got you.”

“I love you.” Jungkook said softly against Jimin’s lips.

“I love you.” Jimin echoed.

Jungkook took a deep breath and opened the door. Taehyung stood at the threshold,
clearly attempting to hide his anxiety behind his uniquely Taehyung smile. His hair was shaggy, but
not unkempt, and he was taller than Jimin imagined he’d be. He bit his lip. “Hey.”

Jungkook forced a polite smile to his face, though anyone who knew him would have
been able to tell it wasn’t authentic. “Good evening,Taehyung. Come on in.”

“Thank you.” Taehyung paused after he stepped through and drew in the space. He toed
off his shoes and then shuffled a bit as he waited for Jungkook’s next move. “This is a beautiful
home.”

“Thank you.” Jimin and Jungkook said in unison.

“Never really pictured you as someone that would settle into a home. Always thought
you’d be more a penthouse kind of guy.” Taehyung said, his tone light and friendly but Jungkook
puffed his chest and narrowed his gaze.

“Yeah, I guess it would appear you didn’t really know me as well as you thought, hm?”
Jimin laced his fingers through Jungkook’s. “Missed out on a few things.”

Taehyung’s mouth opened as if to say something, but he hesitated. “Why don’t we head
to the back patio. It’s lovely out.” Jimin offered with a weary smile towards Jungkook, who gave a
short nod.

Jungkook turned his attention back to Taehyung. “Oh, where are my manners…
Taehyung, this is my partner Jimin. I believe you might know him.”

Taehyung flushed as his eyes darted around, never quite landing on Jimin or Jungkook as
he nodded. “Yeah. I did. It’s been a long time.” He said uneasily as he followed Jimin and
Jungkook out to the backyard.

“It has, hasn’t it.” Jungkook said as he sat down in one of the patio chairs and then pulled
Jimin into his lap. Jimin couldn’t tell if it was a play of possession or if Jungkook was so anxious
he literally needed to be surrounded by Jimin to make it through the confrontation. Jungkook
locked his arms around Jimin’s small waist and drew patterns into his stomach with his thumbs.
Taehyung watched them, gulping as his eyes finally flicked over Jimin’s face. “You wanted to talk,
Taehyung.” Tae’s eyes snapped past Jimin to Jungkook. “So talk.”

Taehyung swallowed quickly and licked his lips as he gathered his wits. “I shouldn’t
have, um, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did when you tried to, tried to, uh—”

“Tell you I was gay.”

“Right.” Taehyung’s hands trembled slightly. “I shouldn’t have said the hurtful things I
did. I hated myself so much when I saw how,” He swallowed as his eyes widened. “how hurt you
were, Koo—Jungkook.”

“Then why did you?” Jungkook showed no hint of hurt or vulnerability in his voice—
only contempt, but Jimin could feel the tension under him and knew it wasn’t just anger. “Why did
you tear apart everything about me, about us and our friendship? You belittled everything we’d
ever been through together. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.” He finished a bit softer
and Jimin rubbed his hands up and down Jungkook’s arms.

“I can’t make excuses for it. I just, I wasn’t thinking right.”

 “No.” Jungkook said through clenched teeth. “No. There has to be a reason, Tae. You
can’t actually expect to just come in here, tell me you weren’t thinking right, say your sorry and
that magically everything will be okay. I deserve actual fucking answers, Taehyung.”

“I know. Shit, Kook—”

“Don’t call me that.”

Taehyung ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I know that’s not enough. I know. I
just need you to know that I am. That I thought about you all the time. That I-I always hoped you
were doing okay. That I missed you, so much.”

“Then why didn’t you fucking talk to me? Why did you just leave?”

“It’s not like you ever tried to reconcile either.” Taehyung suddenly snapped back.

Jungkook paused, reeling back as his eyes narrowed and head tilted to the side. “Are you
serious right now?” He tapped Jimin’s thigh to get him to stand up. Jimin pursed his lips but did as
requested then settled into his own chair. Taehyung’s eyes widened as he braced himself for
Jungkook to approach, but he never did. He started to pace the deck as he ran his hands through his
hair. “Why? Why the fuck would I chase you down, Tae? I mean, yeah, I loved you and you were
my best friend, but you literally hated part of who I am. This isn’t some kind of choice for me. And
I wasn’t about to grovel at your feet begging you to still see me as a person instead of just a
sexuality. I deserved more than that.”

Taehyung bit his lip against the pooling of tears. “I know you did. I just—I-I didn’t want
you to leave too.” He said softly as he glanced up at Jimin.

“I’m sorry, what?” Jungkook stopped walking and flicked his icy gaze between Taehyung
and Jimin.

“I never saw you again.” Taehyung said in a small voice as he continued to look at Jimin.
Jimin looked to Jungkook. Taehyung looked to Jungkook as well. “I didn’t want you to disappear
too.”

“So you disappeared instead. That’s logical.”

Silence filled the space around them for a long moment. Jungkook leaned back on the
deck railing, chewing the inside of his lip. He watched Taehyung grow uncomfortable, shifting
uneasily under the tension that intensified each passing second until he snapped. “I loved you
Kook. I loved you so much.” His voice cracked. “I knew by the time I was thirteen that I was in
love with you.”

Jungkook’s mouth fell open as his eyes widened. Jimin’s eyes snapped to him, wondering
if he had known. “I-I’m sorry, what?”

“God, I had really hoped to be on better terms with you before I shared that.” Taehyung
said with a grimace. “We were inseparable, Jungkook. We did everything together. You were so…
cute. I knew what I felt for you wasn’t—wasn’t supposed to be normal. I didn’t know what to think.
I was so sure you didn’t feel the same way, could never feel the same way.”
 Jungkook looked to Jimin, who’s eyes were also wide as he absorbed the story. “I’m so
fucking lost right now.” Jungkook groaned. “Let’s put this timeline together, hm?” He said as he
rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek before locking his gaze on Taehyung once more.
“You claim you loved me—romantically—when I you were thirteen.” Taehyung nodded. “And
then, without ever saying anything about that to me, you start making out with Jimin less than two
years later.” Taehyung swallowed with a hasty glance towards Jimin and nodded again. “And then a
year after that, I try to share a core aspect of who I am with you and you tore me apart. The boy you
claimed to have had feelings for. You denied me. In friendship, in romance, in any and every way
you fucking bailed on me. But wait! Before you bailed you felt the need to tell me how wrong I
was, how unnatural my feelings were, how no one would ever take me seriously if I was gay, that
my family would hate me. That you hated me. Even though you had your tongue down Jimin’s
throat more times than I want to imagine.” Jungkook’s chest heaved as he swallowed down the
taste of bile at the back of his throat. “Make it make sense, Tae, because it really fucking doesn’t.”

Taehyung sighed as he ran his hands through his hair, tightening and pulling slightly.
Jimin stood up and quietly made his way into the house. He held up his finger as he stepped
through the door, promising Jungkook he’d return. Jungkook nodded and then evened his face as he
watched Taehyung struggle to gather his thoughts. Neither of them said anything, the air thickening
around them.

Jimin returned with a small glass of scotch, sipping as he found his way back to his chair.
“I think I’m ready now.” He said as he settled in and raised a brow towards Taehyung. “Choose
your words carefully.” He warned.

“I imagine that you both had, um, some struggles coming to terms with your…sexuality.”

“Only when my best friend made me feel like a sexual deviant unworthy of respect.”
Jungkook snapped.

“I…” Taehyung huffed. “I didn’t know what to do, with what I felt Jungkook. I thought
maybe I was just confused, that we were too close, and I was misinterpreting things. I didn’t know
if I liked boys in general or just you.” Jungkook chewed the inside of his lip, he didn’t want to say
it out loud, but he understood that. “So, when my parents put me into that soccer league…” He
trailed off and glanced to Jimin. “I was intrigued when Jimin started to flirt.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. Jimin flirted with Taehyung. He tried to remind himself this
was almost ten years ago, that it wasn’t like he was flirting with him now. But still the thought
twisted his guts and left his hands trembling. “You never told me about him.”

“I was afraid of how you’d react.” Taehyung admitted.

Jungkook barked out a laugh. “Well, I wouldn’t have called you a dirty sexual deviant.”

“I just wanted to try, you know? I didn’t want to say anything to you or try anything with
you because what if I was wrong? What if I was just confused? I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”
Jungkook’s right eye started to twitch. “I-I did… like it.” He said, looking from Jungkook to Jimin.
Jungkook’s chest heaved as his breathing got shallower, tension coiling in every corner of his body.
Jimin remained still, calm—eerily calm as he listened to Taehyung. “Jimin helped me see that it
wasn’t…that I wasn’t simply attracted to you. I still wanted you…but being with him felt good.”

Jungkook took a step forward. “So…you thought it was okay to just…use Jimin? To test
your little theory out?”
 “I didn’t—”

“Did you even consider his feelings?” Jungkook’s eyes were icy as he bore his gaze down
on Taehyung. “Or was figuring out if your dick got hard with boys in general more important?”

“Jungkook!” Jimin gasped.

“I want to know!” Jungkook growled back, turning again to Taehyung. “I want to know if
you gave a damn about him. Because this man, Tae,” He said, pointing to Jimin. “this man
shouldn’t have been some kind of fucking experiment. He deserved better than you.”

“Of course I cared!” Taehyung yelled, his voice tight and laced with pain and regret. “But
he just…disappeared on me. No explanation, no goodbye, nothing.” Taehyung looked to Jimin,
remembering him younger, softer. “It ripped me apart.” Taehyung said quietly. “I was so ashamed
and confused. I thought I did something wrong.” Jimin eyes saddened towards Taehyung, because
he hadn’t done anything wrong. Jimin had cared so much for the young boy. “He essentially
ghosted. And I was so angry. I told myself that it was essentially God’s way of telling me that these
feelings were wrong. That I wouldn’t be allowed to have it. And then…then you…”

Jungkook locked his hands behind his neck and threw his head back as he started to pace
the deck again. “Then I what, Tae? Why don’t you tell me how I somehow fucked things up.”

“It’s just, I was trying to get back t-to normal.”

Jungkook snorted. “Yeah, I remember. I guess losing your virginity at fifteen and then
sleeping with any girl who showed interest was as good a way as any to prove just how normal you
were.”

“It’s just—my feelings for you never changed, never lessened. But when you told me
that, I mean, not that you felt the same way…but that you…”

“Liked boys.” Jungkook filled it, annoyed that Taehyung still struggled to say it.

“That you liked boys. I panicked. Because…” Taehyung’s mouth fell and his eyes welled.
“Because I was so afraid.”

“Of what!?” Jungkook snapped.

“Of losing you too!” Taehyung broke. He covered his mouth with his hand. “I was so
afraid that if I accepted you, that I’d eventually end up confessing. And you’d leave me too.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No. Fuck no, Tae. That’s not how you deal with shit like this.”

“I know that now!” The air stilled around them, the energy buzzing internally, but no one
saying a word.

“What do you want from me?” Jungkook sighed.

“I…I wanted to…I was hoping we could try again? Maybe grab lunch on campus
sometime? I know I hurt you,” Jungkook snorted. “But please, I’ve missed you so much.”

“And how do you feel about my sexuality now, Tae?”

 Taehyung’s eyes grew wide again as his cheeks flushed. His eyes flicked between Jimin
who remained quiet and still in his chair and Jungkook who’s agitation was easily seen through his
endless pacing. “I mean…I guess…Do you still think you’re gay?”

Jungkook stopped pacing and turned to him. “What?” His face was contorted in disbelief.
“My partner is literally sitting right there, and you have the fucking nerve to ask me if I still think
I’m gay?” His jaw tightened as the sound of his blood rushing filled his ears. “Get out.”

“Jungkook.”

“Get out of my fucking house.” Jungkook growled.

Taehyung held up his hands. “Jungkook, I’m just—I just asked because Jimin must still
be unsure about his sexuality since my mom said the little girl—”

Before either Taehyung or Jimin knew what was happening, Jungkook had Taehyung
pulled up from his seat by the front of his shirt twisted in Jungkook’s hand and then slammed into
the wall by the patio door. Jungkook’s eyes were dark, blinded with rage as he pinned Taehyung.
“You will never even think about mentioning her again, you hear me? She’s absolutely off limits in
this fucking mind game you’re playing. You ever talk about mine and Jimin’s daughter again and
I’ll fucking destroy you.”

He’d barely released him when Taehyung mumbled, “She can’t be your daughter, you
guys lack the parts.”

Jungkook didn’t even think before his fist connected with the side of Taehyung’s face.
“Oh shit, Kookie!” Jimin yelled as he finally jumped up from his seat and rushed to the scene.
“Goddammit Kookie.” He pulled Jungkook away from Taehyung as he went to swing again.

“Get the fuck out of our house!” Jungkook seethed.

Jimin tried to hush Jungkook. “Hold on, Tae.” He said over his shoulder where Taehyung
remained stunned, holding the side of his face.

Jungkook’s fiery gaze locked on to Jimin. “What!?”

Jimin ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair before leaning in and whispering. “If he
leaves now, he’s calling law enforcement. I can almost promise. Let’s try to manage this.” He
pulled back and stroked him again. “I don’t want you to go to jail baby.”

He pulled back and turned towards Taehyung. “You fucking hit me!” He screeched at
Jungkook.

“And I’d do it again because you fucking deserved it.”

“Hey, hey.” Jimin said as he gently grabbed Taehyung’s upper arm. “Let’s uh, let’s get
you some ice.” He glanced back at Jungkook. “You too, Kookie.”

“I’m fine.”

Jimin raised a brow at him. “I saw your form, babe, you’re gonna want ice.” Jungkook’s
cheeks warmed in embarrassment, but conceded, following behind Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin sat
Tae at the kitchen island and dug out one of Minji’s small, soft ice packs. Jungkook narrowed his
 gaze thinking that after the vile bullshit commentary outside that Taehyung shouldn’t be allowed to
use something of Minji’s, but figured he was being petty so didn’t say anything. “Here.” Jimin said
as he examined the side of Taehyung’s face. He placed the ice to his upper cheek and Tae hissed. “It
might bruise some, but this should hopefully help keep the swelling down.”

“Thanks.” He said softly as he reached up to hold the ice pack to his face.

“Kookie.” Jimin called. Jungkook huffed and came to stand in front of Jimin, who gently
grabbed his hand. Jimin’s thumb flitted over Jungkook’s knuckles, pulling his lip under his teeth
when he watched Jungkook flinch. “Flex your fingers.” Jimin demonstrated the action and then
waited for Jungkook to repeat them. Jimin nodded, happy with the display and then placed another
ice pack to the top of Jungkook’s hand. He stood between where the two young men were and
placed his hands on his hips. “Are you two done now?”

Jungkook hung his head, ashamed of his actions, of losing control. Taehyung swallowed
thickly as he watched Jungkook. “I’m sorry.” Tae said softly.

“Listen,” Jimin started. “There’s a lot to process through right now. We all have a lot to
think about.” Taehyung nodded. “Before you leave, I will only say this. It is ultimately up to
Jungkook if he wants to talk with you any further. Just as it’s up to me if I want to talk to you.
However, I can promise you one thing.” Jimin’s demeanor took on that eerily calm vibe and
Taehyung shifted in his seat. “If you try to use our daughter to manipulate either of us, or if you
ever come near her with any malicious intent, I will make sure you eat every meal for the rest of
your life through a straw. Am I understood?”

Taehyung gulped and nodded.

Jimin gave a short nod. “Alright then. We know how to reach you, Tae. I’ll show you
out.”

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Jungkook and Jimin remained quiet after Taehyung left, emotions rushing through them. Jungkook
was positive that neither of them had really known what to expect from the meeting, but both knew
it wasn’t that. Jimin rested his forehead on the front door as he breathed deeply. Jungkook went to
approach him but hesitated. “Jimin.”
 “Jimin.” Taehyung giggled. Jimin had his face buried in the side of Taehyung's neck,
kissing softly. “Jimin that tickles!” But even through his laughter Taehyung rolled his head to the
side, giving Jimin more skin to cover in affection. He sighed at each press of Jimin’s full lips.

“You’re so cute Taehyungie, why are you so cute?” Jimin teased as he pulled back and
gazed at Taehyung, his smile falling slowly from his lips as his eyes darkened. Taehyung gulped as
he licked his lips quickly before Jimin rushed forward, slotting their lips together. Taehyung
squeaked but pulled Jimin closer by his shoulders. As Jimin’s tongue traced along Taehyung’s lip,
Taehyung moaned at the back of his throat. Their bodies buzzed in excited anticipation and Jimin
scooted closer. Taehyung pressed his tongue against Jimin’s and gasped in surprise when Jimin’s
hands slipped under Taehyung’s jersey. Jimin’s hands ran up Taehyung’s bare back, obsessed with
the feeling of early muscle definition building under the skin.

“Jimin.” Taehyung gasped.

The touch of Jungkook’s hand snapped Jimin back to the present, shame coloring his
cheeks a deep crimson. How dare he recall such moments in the home he shared with the man he
loved. “Sweetheart. Are you okay?”

Jimin furrowed his brow as he turned to face Jungkook, who was worriedly chewing his
bottom lip. Jimin reached up and cupped Jungkook’s face. “I should be asking you that.”

“My hand is fine, babe.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Jimin said as he caressed the skin under his fingers. “I’m sure
that was a lot to hear.”

“It still doesn’t make sense to me.” Jungkook said as he leaned into Jimin’s touch. “How
do you love someone and turn on them so harshly?”

“Did you…Did you ever suspect that he had feelings for you?”

Jungkook pulled back and slowly made his way to the living room. He settled down on
the couch, his gaze taking a far away look.

“Well, why didn’t you kiss her?” Taehyung asked as he smacked a pillow against
Jungkook’s head. “She was thirstin for you hard.”

“I wasn’t feeling it.” Jungkook said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Taehyung kicked his feet up onto Jungkook’s desk. “Yeah, I suppose.” He flipped
aimlessly through one of Jungkook’s comics. “Why don’t you date, Kook?”

“Um, I’m fourteen?” Jungkook laughed. “Who dates when they’re fourteen?”

“Everyone?” Taehyung laughed. Jungkook shrugged as his cheeks heated up. He never
felt inclined to date considering that everyone who ever showed interest was decidedly the wrong
gender. Taehyung swung his legs from the desk and hopped over to Jungkook where he was laid
back on his bed. His wide grin spread over his face as he laid down next to him and ruffled his hair,
his hand lingering a bit at the back of his head when he stopped. “That’s alright, Kookie, you’re too
good for them. Hold off for someone else, who appreciates the dorky, adorable guy you are.”

“He was my best friend.” Jungkook said softly. “I mean, he was a bit touchy, but he
always kinda was?” Jimin took a spot on the cushion next to him, his foot pulled up under his other
thigh, body turned towards Jungkook as he settled in to listen intently.

“Kook, why do girls always have to be so clingy?”

Jungkook laughed nervously. “No idea. Maybe because you’re just so likeable?”

“Don’t lie to me, I’m your best friend. We all know I’m kinda a dick.” Taehyung chuckled
as he lowered his head to Jungkook’s thigh as they settled in to watch a movie. Jungkook draped his
hand over Taehyung’s waist.

“You aren’t wrong.” Jungkook laughed. “Why are you such a dick to them though? Like,
you refuse to hold their hands, or kiss them in public. You won’t even go out with someone more
than three times. You really are a bit of a fuckboy, Tae.”

“Hey! Someone needs to entertain all the girls you reject.” Tae laughed as he rolled over
and smacked Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook pouted and rubbed his hand over the sting. “Which I still
don’t understand. You’re such a catch, Kook. What are you, saving yourself?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Something like that.”

“He seemed pretty, uh, hung up on your disappearance.” Jungkook said, hoping to will
the memories out of his mind. Jimin hummed as his fingers trailed up and down the back of the
couch. “It probably wasn’t easy for you to be ripped away from him like that.” Jungkook fought the
clenching in his chest and bubbling of burning bile in this throat. He gave pause when he
recognized the feeling as jealousy. There wasn’t any reason to be jealous. It was them now—Jimin
and Jungkook. They were good, Jungkook was certain they were good.

“No. It wasn’t easy at all.” Jimin dropped his face as he sighed.

“I knew that boy was a bit too friendly.” Hojun growled as he flung Jimin into the house.
Jimin stumbled back, falling into a wall. “You’re forbidden to see him again, Jimin.”

Jimin pulled his brow together, willing tears not to pool. “What? Dad! You can’t—”

“I absolutely can! I will not have my son falling into such shameful, disgusting behavior.
You are a PARK, Jimin. Parks are not fags, you hear me!?”
 “C-can I at least say goodbye to him?” Jimin’s voice was tight and the tears welled faster
than he could control.

“No.” Hojun said, void of any sympathy or compassion. “As of this moment you are out
of the league. And you are never to contact him again.” Jimin gasped for breath, picturing
Taehyung’s innocent, puppy-like eyes and crest-fallen face. “Are you crying? Jesus, you really are a
sissy aren’t you?” Hojun seethed as he forcefully grabbed Jimin’s upper arm.

Hojun dragged Jimin back towards his office, Jimin struggling to keep up. “Dad, no. No,
I promise I won’t talk to him. Please.” His eyes frantically searched the space around him for help.
He locked his gaze on his mother in the kitchen as he was pulled by. She dropped her face away
from him, the back of her hand pressed to her mouth. “Please!” He shouted, but she just shook her
head as she turned around.

“I’m going to teach you how to be a Park, Jimin. How to be a man instead of the sorry
excuse you are. Men don’t kiss boys, Jimin.” Once Hojun had Jimin tossed into his office and the
door securely locked the impact was felt across Jimin’s cheek, the burn stealing his breath.
“Abhorrent, dirty child.” He struck Jimin a second and third time, bringing Jimin to hunch over
himself. “You think it’s ok bring shame to this family in such a selfish way?” Hojun brought his
knee up to Jimin’s stomach as he curled in on himself in front of his father. “You dishonor me!”

Jimin wailed as he fell to the floor, desperate to be different. He would have given
anything in that moment to not be who he was. “I’m sorry. I promise. I won’t dishonor you again.”

“Up.” His father demanded as he went to a small box on his desk. “Shirt off.”

Jimin whimpered. “Please, no.”

Hojun opened the box and tipped it to lay out a pile of uncooked rice. “Kneel.”

Jimin choked back a sob. “I promise, I won’t. I won’t bring shame to us.”

“Kneel!” Hojun barked again and Jimin quickly shuffled forward. He nestled his bare
knees on top of the unforgiving grains and winced as his weight settled. “Back straight!” Hojun
yelled as his belt made contact against Jimin’s bare back.

Jimin bit his lip against any of the cries that clawed at the back of his throat. He knew
that showing weakness would only drive his father to punish him more. He closed his eyes, a tear
slipping through silently, as he cleared his mind. As his father continued to lash him with his belt,
Jimin’s mind turned off the connection and the pain dulled. He imagined sitting at a beach, the sun
warm on his face, the breeze salty and the rhythmic roll of the waves lulling him to a peaceful
surrender as his father mercilessly beat him.

Jimin jumped at the touch of Jungkook’s had on his forearm. He gasped as he covered his
mouth, tears welling again at the memory. Jungkook hurriedly pulled Jimin into his embrace,
holding the back of his head as Jimin burrowed into him. “I didn’t do it on purpose, Kookie.” Jimin
sniffled.

“I know you didn’t.”

 “I didn’t mean to shame him.” Jimin whispered against Jungkook’s chest.

“What do you mean? You didn’t shame him.” Jungkook assured as he ran his fingers
through Jimin’s hair.

“M-my…my father.” Jimin’s stomach clenched as he struggled to breathe. As Jimin

fought to recount the memory that had just overtaken his mind to the patient man before him,
Jungkook got more and more agitated. “I could take the lashing, Kook, but I…I don’t know that I’ll
ever get over the way he whole-heartedly rejected me.” He sniffled as he found comfort in
Jungkook’s hold.

“I want to kill him.” Jungkook growled, his chest rumbling under the side of Jimin’s face.

A smile teased the corner of Jimin’s mouth. “You throw one punch and suddenly you’re a
fierce vigilante?”

Jungkook snorted. “No.” He started to card his hand through Jimin’s hair. “I’m just…I’m
appalled and dumbfounded you know? I…I look at Minji and could never imagine ever laying a
hand on her.” He paused and pressed his fingers to the underside of Jimin’s chin, lifting his face.
“And I could never imagine hurting you.” His hands delicately traced over the curves of Jimin’s
face. “Jimin, darling, you didn’t deserve that.”

Jimin’s throat clenched as he dropped his gaze from Jungkook. “Jimin.” Jungkook said
sternly. “You didn’t deserve any of that. You have nothing to be ashamed of and are most certainly
an honorable man. You are exactly who you’re supposed to be.” Jungkook swiped his thumbs along
Jimin’s cheeks collecting tears. “Shhh…baby…” He kissed his forehead. “He was wrong. So
fucking wrong.”

Jimin remained in his arms, as his sobs slowed. He trailed his fingertips over Jungkook’s
arms as they stayed locked around him. “I love you.” Jimin whispered. “Kookie…”

“Hmm?”

“Taehyung was wrong too. About you.” Jimin said as he shuffled to sit up.

“I know.” Jungkook said with an even face.

Jimin tilted his head to the side. “Do you?”

Jungkook paced his bedroom, fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves as he waited for
Taehyung to get there. He knew it was time. He and his grandma had spoken at great length about
being authentic and living life in an open way that would allow him to feel free to discover all the
things waiting for him. He was almost sixteen. He was ready to start dating, and he was ready to
start dating who he wanted to date. It wasn’t that he wanted to date Taehyung, but as his best friend
he wanted him to know. He knew Tae wouldn’t turn his back on him—they’d been best friends since
elementary school—Taehyung knew him inside and out essentially. Aside from this one, massive,
core aspect. But they swore nothing would come between them. Ride or die. They were going to
apply to all the same universities, room together, and be each other’s best man at their weddings.
Taehyung would stand by him.

“Hey Kook!” Taehyung greeted as he burst happily through his bedroom door. He tossed
his bag on Jungkook’s floor and tossed himself backwards onto his bed. Jungkook remained
standing in front of the bed, shuffling foot to foot. “Kook? Dude, something wrong?”

“Tae,” He started, before pulling his lower lip under his teeth and chewing anxiously. “I,
I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Taehyung sat up, eyes wide and nodded. “Okay, Kook.”

Jungkook took a deep breath. “Okay.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck. “I
just, okay. God, I didn’t think this would be so fucking hard.” He chuckled. “You’re my best friend
Tae.”

“And you’re mine, Kook. Always.”

The words soothed Jungkook’s anxious mind. “I’ve been thinking that it’s, well, it’s
probably time I started dating.”

Taehyung’s face spread into a wide smile. “Yeah? That’s great, Kook! Especially because
I happen to have it on good authority that Jia has been eyeing you for awhile. Goes on and on over
your shoulders and eye crinkles. You want her number?” He pulled his cell phone out. “I got it
here somewhere, hold on.”

“Tae I don’t want her number.”

“But you just said—”

“I don’t want to date her, Tae.”

“Why not? She’s nice, and funny, and I hear she gives really good hea—”

“She’s not a guy, Taehyung!” Taehyung’s mouth snapped shut before slowly falling open
again in shock. “I,” Jungkook’s eyes flicked about the room, refusing to land on Taehyung. “I don’t
want to date Jia because I don’t like girls.” He worried his lip under his teeth again. “I’m gay,
Tae.”

“That’s not funny, Kook.” Taehyung said as he narrowed his eyes at Jungkook.

“I’m not trying to be funny.”

“You’ve never even given anyone a chance. How do you—how do you even know?”

“I didn’t give anyone a chance because it was always girls coming to me. I feel
absolutely no attraction to girls, Tae. It’s just, I just know.”

“No. Jungkook, no.” Taehyung shook his head as he climbed off Jungkook’s bed. “I
still…how…you haven’t been with a guy have you?”

“No…but I don’t—”
 “Then you can’t know for sure.” Taehyung said, his brow knit together.

“I know.” Jungkook said evenly.

“But if you haven’t—”

“It’s always a man I think about when I’m jacking off, Tae!” Jungkook’s face flushed in
embarrassment. “Women don’t…they don’t do it for me.”

“That’s disgusting.” Taehyung mumbled.

“Tae…” Jungkook stepped towards him and Taehyung stepped back, his hands raising in
front of him with a shake of his head.

“No, I don’t want—oh God, we’ve…we’ve slept in the same bed, you cuddle with me…”

“Oh Jesus,” Jungkook rubbed his hand over his face. “You’re my best friend, Tae. I’m
not fucking lusting after you, relax.”

“This isn’t right, Kook.” Taehyung shook his head. “It’s not…normal. No, Kook,
homosexuality is wrong. It’s wrong!”

“What!? Tae!” Jungkook’s face contorted in pain. This wasn’t how this was supposed to
go.

“Why would you tell me this? I can’t—I can’t even look at you now!”

“I needed to tell you!” Jungkook cried out.

“But why!? It’s not like you can act on this. You can’t. God, what will your parents think?
They’d be so ashamed, Jungkook. Their only son a fucking faggot?” He shook his head in disgust.
“They’d never live it down. They’re going to hate you, Kook.” His lip curled up, sneering through
his words. “I sure hope you end up being a top, because allowing someone to shove their dick in
your ass is a whole new level of sexual deviancy. It makes you nothing but someone else’s little
bitch.” Jungkook’s eyes started to water, the tears driven both by pain and rage. “I bet you’d get on
your knees for someone too, huh? Sick fuck.”

“Tae…”

“You’re not the Jungkook I knew.” Taehyung spat. “And I don’t want to know this one.”

“That’s…that’s why you never bottomed, isn’t it?” Jimin said softly as Jungkook choked
on the sobs that Jungkook hoped were cleansing the story from his soul. He’d never, ever, gone into
detail about how the confrontation went with anyone—too ashamed of the things Taehyung had
said. Jungkook nodded. “That fucking son of a bitch.” Jimin growled through clenched teeth.
Taehyung may have been Jimin’s first experience in affection and a pseudo-relationship type
situation, but any lingering softness for the kid vanished as he listened to Jungkook.
 Jimin pulled away from Jungkook a bit and cupped his face in his hands. “My love. My
beautiful Kookie.” He sighed. “There is nothing wrong with you. You are the best man I’ve ever
known, and the absolute best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He paused.

“With the exception of Minji.” They both said, smiles spreading over their tear-stained
cheeks.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us, Kookie. My Kookie.” He stroked his
hair as his eyes softened, even though anger still coursed through him at the thought of Taehyung’s
vile attacks. “And…and no matter what anyone says, she’s ours. She’s your baby girl as much as
she’s mine. Today only further proved that.” Jungkook fell forward and sobbed into Jimin’s
shoulder as Jimin cradled him.

They remained there, cracked and chipped from the words and actions of those who
rejected them, being held together by the embrace and love of each other. “Jimin.” Jungkook
breathed softly against his blonde hair. “Would…would you ever consider someday…” He
swallowed thickly and his heart rate at least doubled.

“Consider what, baby?”

“M-making it official.” Jungkook said in a soft voice.

“Jungkook.” Jimin breathed. “What are you saying?” Jimin knew he should pull back and
look at his partner, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want to get his hopes up about what
he thought Jungkook may have been implying.

“Namjoon and Jin are going to start the process of adopting.” Jungkook said and the air
rushed out of Jimin’s lungs. “I’m just thinking…I don’t know if it works the same since she’s
biologically yours…but…would you consider? Letting me?”

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“Kookie.” Jimin breathed, the way his heart lodged in his throat blocked most of the air he needed
to function. He finally pulled out of Jungkook’s hold, just enough to look at him. His lip trembled
and his eyes welled up as he gazed at the man in front of him. Jungkook’s eyes were wide and
earnest, pleading with Jimin.

“You don’t need to answer now. I…It was just…I mean, it’s just something I’ve thought
about. I don’t even know if Minji—or you—would want that. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said—”
 “Kookie, shut up.” Jimin whispered with a shake of his head. “Do you not know, or trust,
yet how much she loves you, how much I love you? In Minnie’s heart you’re already her dad,
Kook, a piece of paper isn’t going to make that any more real to her.” He carded his hands through
Jungkook’s hair as tears silently fell from Jungkook’s eyes. “Someday, baby, after you give me
cherry blossoms, we’ll make it official.”

After our wedding, Jungkook thought. He’s talking about our wedding. Jungkook leaned
forward, resting his forehead against Jimin’s. “Someday might come sooner than you think.” He
whispered.

“Please.” Jimin whispered back.

“The cherry blossoms don’t come back for another nine and a half months.” Jungkook
said softly as he moved his head, just enough to start placing small kisses over Jimin’s face.

“I can wait.” Jimin promised as he pushed Jungkook back against the arm of the couch,
nestling himself in his lap and draping his arms over his broad shoulders. “I would wait forever for
you.” Jungkook’s hands found purchase on Jimin’s small waist.

“And I for you.” Jungkook said softly before placing his lips gently to Jimin’s. “But I
promise you won’t have to. Just let me know if we’re going too fast.”

Jimin pulled back and locked his eyes on Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s eyes held nothing but
love and promises of devotion. Jimin could see years together reflected in his partner’s bright,
galaxy filled eyes. “I’m not afraid anymore, Jungkookie. I know you’re my forever.”

“Yeah?”

Jimin nodded as he tightened his hold around Jungkook’s shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Imma marry the hell outta you, Jimin.” Jungkook’s eyes crinkled as his bunny smile
took over his face. Jimin burst into laughter above him as he shook his head. “Don’t look at me like
that.”

“Like what?” Jimin laughed.

“Like I’m ridiculous and can’t be taken seriously.”

“You can’t!” Jimin laughed harder. “Not when you say it like that!”

Jungkook evened his face and Jimin’s heart stuttered. “I’m going to marry you, Park
Jimin. I’m going to give you the happy ever after you deserve.” Jungkook paused. “And…” His
eyes darted away from Jimin’s intense gaze.

“And what, Kookie?”

“I was thinking…Jin and Namjoon were both Kims already…” He licked his lip and then
bit it anxiously. “I, uh,” He swallowed and then blew a long breath out. “I’d like to be a Park.”

“What?” Jimin’s brow knitted together. “After what I told you about what my father said?
You want to be a Park? Why?”
 “I just…You’re a Park, Minji’s a Park…I want us all to have the same last name, our little
family.”

Jimin mulled the statement over in his mind. “We could be Jeons, Kookie. I’d love to be a
Jeon, to be accepted and loved for who I am. I don’t want to hear it in my head anymore, Kook,
that ‘Parks aren’t fags.’ I don’t want to be associated with that. It…it hurts.” He delicately traced
his finger along the curves of Jungkook’s face. “I don’t want you associated with it either. You
don’t deserve that.”

Jungkook gathered Jimin into his arms, holding him tightly to his chest, kissing the side
of his head. “Jeon Jimin.” He said softly.

A shiver ran down Jimin’s back and he placed a kiss against the side of Jungkook’s neck.
“It sounds nice.”

“It really does.” Jungkook agreed as he stroked the back of Jimin’s head.

“Jeon Minji sounds nice too.” Jimin murmured.

Jungkook’s breath stuttered as he fought a sob. “Jeon Minji…Jimin…”

“I know, Baby. I know.” Jimin said as he pulled back and cupped Jungkook’s face. “But
it’s perfect. It’s exactly what I want.” He kissed Jungkook gently, but with purpose. “I love you,
Jungkook.”

“I’m going to marry Jimin.” Jungkook said before taking a casual sip of his coffee.

First the expression was shock, then it eased into amusement and happiness. “Are you
now?” Yoongi quirked his brow and smirked around his own cup of coffee. “Does he know that?”

Jungkook’s nose wrinkled with his smile. “You’re such an ass Yoongs.” He threw a
balled-up napkin in the direction of his best friend as he rolled his eyes. “Of course he knows.”

Yoongi’s face betrayed him as his eyes widened. “Wait, seriously?” Jungkook nodded.
“You two talked about it? Like out loud?”

“Wow, you’re really coming for me, aren’t you?” Jungkook laughed. He shook his head
lightly. “It was a hard evening, meeting with Tae, you know? And it just, it led to some shit which
led to us talking about things like the future. He wants to be a Jeon. And for Minji to be a Jeon too.
We’re going to get married.”

Yoongi’s small eyes blinked at Jungkook as his mouth hung slightly open. “Holy shit,
you’re not kidding.” Jungkook threw his hands up in exasperation. “Damn, kid. You, uh, you ready
for that?”

“Well, I didn’t officially propose, and Jimin wants cherry blossoms,” Yoongi’s face
continued to show his utter disbelief as Jungkook carried on. “so I mean, we’d have to wait just
short a year anyway—at least.” He pursed his lips before taking another sip of his coffee. “But
yeah, Yoongi, I’m ready.”
 “You think your parents are going to make you sign a pre-nup?”

Jungkook barked out a round of laughter. “Yeah, probably.” Jungkook’s laughter tapered
off and he slowly swirled his coffee around in his cup. “Who would have thought that just six
months after finally, officially, meeting Jimin that we’d be talking about getting married? Shit,
that’s wild.”

Yoongi chuckled lightly. “You told me months before you even knew his name that he
was the—how’d you say it again? Oh right, ‘the man I want to worship on my knees forever even if
the floor isn’t carpeted’ yeah, I think that was how you put it.” Yoongi paused and his mouth
snapped shut as his eyes widened in excitement. “Am I going to be your best man? Should I put
that in my speech?”

“If you even think of mentioning that I will revoke any and all of your best friend
privileges. Including being my best man.” Jungkook narrowed his gaze on Yoongi, who finally
relented with a raise of his hands.

“You telling anyone else?”

“Nah, want to wait until I actually propose.”

“Well, once you get that all planned out let me know, hm? Hobi and I would love to have
Minji for while again.” Yoongi said, his cheeks tinged pink.

“Oh?” Jungkook smiled. Yoongi nodded as the color in his cheeks deepened.

“She called me Uncle Yoon.” He said, his voice low.

Jungkook’s mouth fell open before it spread into a wide bunny grin. “Seriously? God,
that’s adorable.” More and more it felt like Jungkook’s network of friends and family were
combining tightly with Jimin’s and he couldn’t be happier.

“So, it sounds like you gathered yourself a new uncle, hm?” Jungkook asked as he and
Minji walked down to Jimin’s favorite small bakery for their Sunday cinnamon rolls.

Minji’s eyes lit up as she looked up at Jungkook. She grinned, her dimples peeking out.
“Mmhmm, Uncle Yoon!” she declared as her steps transitioned into little hops. “Since he’s Uncle
Hobi’s boyfriend, and they love each other, that makes him my uncle too!”

“Do they now?” He asked curiously. “And how do you know they love each other?”

Minji paused for a second, her forehead knitted together, and her full bottom lip pulled
under her small teeth. “Uncle Hobi makes Uncle Yoon laugh a lot. They hold hands like you and
Daddy, and kiss sometimes too but only when they think I can’t see them.” Jungkook laughed
lightly. “They’re nice to each other, and help. Uncle Hobi spilt the soup when he made my bowl
and Uncle Yoon wiped it up for him.” Jungkook was proud that Minji saw elements of love in more
than just spending time together or being physically affectionate. She saw love in laughter and in
helping each other. Jungkook smiled, hoping that she figured it out by watching every day, in
endless small ways, just how much her dads loved each other.

“You know, Pumpkin, I think you might be right. They very well may love each other.”
Jungkook opened the door to the bakery, the sweet scent of pastries greeting them before the small
woman behind the counter.

“Good morning, Minji!” Her voice was delighted and joyful, though her face evened as
she took note of who Minji arrived with. “Where is your dad?” The small woman asked.

Minji grabbed Jungkook’s hand and pulled him towards the counter. “Daddy’s at home.
This is my dad. Kookie.”

“Jungkook.” He clarified as he bowed towards the woman.

“Nice to meet you.” She smiled down towards Minji. “Still the usual order?”

Minji nodded, her loose braid—courtesy of Jungkook—flopping around carelessly. “Four

cin-ma-men rolls.” The woman winked at Jungkook with a smile before reaching down for the
cinnamon roll tray. Minji walked along the glass cases that held a wide assortment of treats. “Dad!
Have you ever had these!?” She asked excitedly pointing to a tray filled with enough colors to fill a
rainbow. He approached and bent down to get a closer look.

“Ah, macarons.” He smiled. “Yes, baby, I’ve had them. Have you?”

She shook her head and her bottom lip drooped as she turned her wide eyes to her dad.
Jungkook felt himself grow weak. Oh, how his heart clenched and begged him to wipe that pout off
her face. “You haven’t? Hmm… why won’t you pick out three flavors for us to try.”

Minji’s face instantly brightened as her small hands clasped together, and Jungkook knew
he’d been played for a sucker. He laughed lightly to himself as he waited for her to choose.
“Hmm…I think….coconut…” Jungkook held up three fingers to indicate to the woman behind the
counter that he wanted three of each flavor. She smiled and nodded as she prepared a box for their
cookies. “…chocolate strawberry….aaaannnndddd….honey milk!”

“Beautiful choices Pumpkin!” Jungkook said as he ushered her back towards the cash
register for them to pay. They gathered up their bag and waved goodbye to the woman behind the
counter with promises of returning next Sunday.

“Uncle Yoon said he’s coming to the play next Friday.” Minji said. “And Uncle Hobi.”

“And so will Uncle Jinnie and Uncle Joonie, Grammy Sookie and Papa Jinho, Grandma
Chanri, and Great Gram.” As Jungkook went down the list Minji’s eyes slowly grew.

“Dad,” she started in a whisper. “That’s a lot of people.”

“It is.” He said with a nod. “Does that make you nervous?”

Minji shook her head. “Nope. I’m gonna be famous!” she declared with a flourish filled
wave of her hands, pulling an amused round of laughter from Jungkook.
 “You know what I find most ridiculous about this class?” Narae said as she and Jungkook
hurried down the stairs, dodging other students frantic to get to their next classes.

“Aside from the asinine amount of homework we get every. damn. day?”

Narae rolled her eyes. “Aside from that. Like, we’re business management majors,
right?” Jungkook nodded. “Why the hell should we have to learn how to balance the damn books
and budget if we’re just going to hire someone to do it for us?”

“A valid point has been made.” Jungkook laughed as he held the door open for her.
“Though I guess I don’t mind. I planned on taking over most of those roles for Jimin after I
graduate, I imagine he’d appreciate me being able to balance his books.”

“Oh yeah, he owns his own business, right?” The wove their way through the throngs of
students to their favorite spot to have lunch.

Jungkook smiled proudly. “Yep. The Park Dojang.”

Narae cocked her head to the side. “Park Dojang?” Jungkook nodded. “Shit, I think that’s
where my little brother does his Taekwondo. Which means, Jimin must be Sabeom Park!” Narae’s
eyes continued to get bigger as she put things together. Finally she gasped as her fiery gaze locked
on Jungkook. “Fucking hell, Jungkook, your boyfriend is beautiful!”

A few students turned around at her exclamation and Jungkook burst into laughter as he
fought to contain the embarrassed flush that was overtaking his face. He cleared his throat. “He, uh,
he really is.”

“Damn. What a lucky bastard you are.” She laughed.

Jungkook stabbed his salad as he chuckled along. “I am aware.”

TH: [image attached]

TH: You sure Jungkook is as gay as he says?

TH: They look pretty friendly

Jimin glanced at his phone between classes and furrowed his brow as he opened up the
texts from Taehyung. He knew he shouldn’t worry, logically he knew that. But as he looked at the
image of Jungkook laughing across from a lovely woman, he couldn’t seem to stop the clenching of
his throat and the panicked racing of his heart.
Jimin: Really?

Jimin: This is the first contact you’re going to try to initiate with me? Some sort of sick attempt at
making me what? Jealous? Worried?

Jimin: Run along Tae

“Everything alright, Jimin?” Kihyun asked as he peeked his head into Jimin’s office.

Jimin turned to him and before he could talk himself out of it by pointing out how utterly
ridiculous the question would sound, he asked, “Do you think Jungkook would ever cheat on me?
With a woman?”

Kihyun stepped in and shut the door behind him. “Jimin. First of all, no. Second of all,
hell no. Where is this coming from?”

Jimin chewed his lip as he started to fidget with his fingers. “There’s just this woman on
campus that he seems to hang out with…”

Kihyun sat down on the edge of Jimin’s desk. “Jimin. Listen. That man is fucking
ridiculously in love with you.”

“I know.” Jimin said in a small voice.

“And he’s allowed to have friends—he should have friends. That’s good for him, you
know?” Jimin nodded. Kihyun was right, of course he was, but that didn’t completely erase that
small nugget of fear. “Have you met her?”

Jimin shook his head. “No.”

“That might be part of why you’re a bit anxious. Maybe you should—meet her.”

“He’s going to think I’m being stupid if I ask to meet her.” Jimin mumbled.

Ki shook his head. “Jimin, you know he’d do no such thing. Kook would move
mountains for you and Minji. He’d do essentially anything to make sure you’re happy and if
meeting his school friend is something you need in order to feel secure and happy, I have no doubt
that Kook would make it happen.”

“You’re right.” Jimin resigned. “He wants to marry me.” He added quietly.

Kihyun grinned. “That does not surprise me.”

Jimin looked up at Ki. “It kinda surprises me. I love him more than anything – aside from
Minnie – but I just, I’m still just awed that he can see past all the ways I’m broken or have messed
up and still love me and want me.”

“He doesn’t see past that, Jimin.” Jimin’s face fell, a flash of hurt. “He sees them and
loves them too, you know? Those things make you uniquely Jimin and that’s who he loves.”
 “When did you become some love guru philosopher?” Jimin laughed.

Kihyun shrugged as he hopped off the desk. “Maybe I’ve always been one, just never had
the opportunity to bless you with my knowledge since you were determined to be a hermit
unwilling to share himself with anyone.” Jimin stared up at him, owlish eyes blinking. Alright, so
he may have had a point. “Why don’t you wrap things up and head home? I’ll lock up.”

“Thanks Ki. I’m just going to finish writing up the job offer for Bo and then I’ll get
going.”

“I think Bo is going to fit in really well here.” Kihyun smiled. “Proud of you, Jimin.”

Jungkook and Minji were at the table coloring together when Jimin got home. He stood
in the doorway and watched them fondly. He despised Taehyung for even attempting to plant a seed
of doubt in his mind, because when he saw Jungkook with Minji, Jimin could just tell there was
absolutely no way Jungkook would do anything to hurt her. Which included being unfaithful to
Jimin.

Jungkook glanced up and met Jimin’s gaze from where he remained in the doorway. His
eyes softened and, in that moment, Jimin found that he really didn’t have any doubts. Not in these
small moments between them. “Hi, Love. You’re home early.”

“Kihyun offered to close up. I missed you.”

“Daddy! Want a color sheet too?” Minji asked as she looked up from her project. “It’s
only for a little bit, Dad still has homework, but we’re taking a break.”

“Didn’t you have one more class today?” Jimin asked as he came to sit across from
Jungkook and Minji, pulling out a coloring sheet for himself.

“I did, but I uh, I didn’t really want to run into him today.” He met Jimin’s eye and knew
he didn’t have to specify of whom he was speaking. “I wanted to you know, avoid that as much as
possible.” Jimin nodded. “So, I got to watch some of Minnie’s play practice and then we took our
time coming home before taking Kakuna for a walk and starting on homework. And now we’re
here.” He grinned up at Jimin.

“So long as skipping that class doesn’t become habit.” Jimin scolded lightly. “How’s the
play coming along Doodle-bug?”

“We got to try on costumes today!”

“We need to make sure she has black pants and a white button-down shirt.” Jungkook
said. “They provide the rest.” Minji continued to tell Jimin all about rehearsals and how famous she
was going to be. Jungkook watched as Jimin balanced listening to her, coloring his page, and being
lost in his own thoughts. Jungkook could tell something was weighing on him.
 “Baby.” Jungkook murmured as he wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist after crawling
into bed that night. “What’s going on in the beautiful mind of yours?”

Jimin sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. “Noth—”

“Don’t say nothing, Jimin. Please. I can tell.” He urged as he tightened his hold.

The silence between them seemed to go on forever before Jimin finally grabbed his
phone from the bedside table. He pulled up his text messages and then lowered the phone to
Jungkook. “Taehyung messaged me.”

Jungkook sat up and took the phone from Jimin. He looked first at the image and then
the following messages. “Sweetheart. That’s Narae.”

“I figured.”

“And there’s nothing going on.”

“I know.”

“And yet here you are, ruminating on something that you know isn’t a problem.”
Jungkook said as he put Jimin’s phone down. “You were right, you know, this is just some fucking
mind game he’s playing, trying to get a reaction from you. You have no reason to worry. I’m yours.
I’ll always be yours. No one could ever change that, Jimin.”

“She’s cute.”

Jungkook hummed. “And smart, and funny—downright hilarious at times—but you

know what she’s not?” Jimin gave a small questioning hum. “She’s not you Jimin. All I want is
you.”

“Would you introduce us?” Jimin asked slowly.

“Of course. If that’s what you’d like. Her little brother is actually one of your students.
When she figured it out she freaked out a bit, telling me how beautiful you are… As if I didn’t
already know.” He chuckled as his fingers reached out to gently touch the side of Jimin’s face. He
quickly shifted and brought himself to sit in Jimin’s lap. “The most beautiful man.” He lowered his
face to place a small kiss to Jimin’s lips. His hands carded through his hair as he continued to kiss
him, the pressure increasing, warm tongues dancing together as they both fought to relay how
overcome with love they were.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin whispered.

Jungkook sat up. Jimin’s hands were splayed over his thighs, squeezing both in
appreciation and anxiety. “For what?”

Jimin continued to squeeze, needing the sensation to ground him. He looked up at

Jungkook and felt the air rush from his lungs. Jungkook was a vision nestled above him, bare chest,
bright eyes, and shaggy hair. Jimin’s hands slowly trailed up his thighs and to over his torso,
focusing on how the muscles tensed and relaxed under his fingers. “For letting him get in my
head.”
 “It’s okay my love. So long as you let me in too, we’ll always figure it out.” Jungkook
placed his hands over Jimin’s. “Darling..” Jimin met his eyes. “love me.”

“I do love you.” Jimin’s lip quirked up.

Jungkook gave a roll of his hips before lowering his chest back down so that his lips
could meet Jimin’s. “No, baby, love me.” He nipped the side of Jimin’s neck, pulling a quick groan
from Jimin’s throat.

Jimin’s hands wrapped around to the fleshy globes of Jungkook’s ass, squeezing
appreciatively before flipping them over and nestling between Jungkook’s legs. “Yeah?”

“Only want you to love me, Jimin.” Jungkook promised as he ran his hands over every
inch of Jimin he could reach. “Forever.”

“Alright.” Jimin agreed with a smile.

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“Thanks for meeting me for lunch.” Jimin said as he and Jin left the dojang. The weather had only
just started to hint at a shift, September gently knocking at their door with cooler breezes and
shorter days. Jimin knew that lunch dates were about to be off the table for the next ten months so
he had to get them in while he still could.
 “Our social days are numbered, aren’t they?” Jin said. “I always love my breaks until
about mid-August, then I can’t wait to get back to those little babies.”

“I can only imagine.” Jimin smiled as he opened the door to the small café. “And each
one of those babies is so lucky to have you.” He smiled at the server as she led them to a small
table. “Minji was lucky to have you, and honestly I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Jin’s face lit up as he smiled. “My, Jimin, you are a soft one today, aren’t you?”

Jimin shrugged as his cheeks warmed. “There’s been a lot of good things happening. I
guess it’s left me thinking about all the ways things have actually gone right in my life, instead of
all the ways it hasn’t.”

“Jimin.” Jin said gently, “That is wonderful. What a great change of perspective.” A hint
of mischief sparked in his eye. “Surely Jungkook hasn’t had anything to do with this.” He teased.

Jimin laughed, his eyes disappearing in joy. “Oh Jin, Jungkook has everything to do with
it.” Jin waited patiently, his chin resting in his hand. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“This transformation of yours is just so incredible to witness. I’m so happy for you.”

Jimin looked down to his hands. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy for you, to, you know, see me
not do well.”

Jin motioned the server over, ordered a spread of light lunch items before turning his
attention back to Jimin. “Of course not, Jimin. It was hard for both Joon and I to watch you
consistently put yourself on the back burner. To believe you didn’t deserve anything good, any
love, after Yungmi. You’re a phenomenal father, Jimin, and Minji is the luckiest girl in the world to
have you. But it was hard to see you think that was your only identity, you know? Jungkook has…”
He trailed off, failing to come up with words to describe the magic effect Jungkook seemed to have
had on his best friend. “It’s a pretty great feeling to discover that someone is truly there for all the
ups and downs, hm?”

“Great doesn’t even start to describe it.” Jimin said wistfully. “Has married life proven to
be much different from your non-married life?”

“Yes and no, I suppose.” Jin smiled. “I suppose there’s less of a change since Korea is
behind the times and won’t recognize our ‘union’ as a marriage, but at least there’s a bit of legal
changes—work benefits and whatnot.” Jin pursed his lips. “I seem to recall the US went through a
similar situation of baby steps on this front.” Jimin nodded. “So hopefully we aren’t too far away
from fully legalizing and recognizing it as the marriage it is.”

“I always knew Joon was in for the long-haul you know,” Jin continued and Jimin
nodded. “but there was definitely something special about us declaring it all in front of our closest
friends and family. Maybe because y’all can hold him accountable now? Who knows.” His laughter
filled the space around them. “Maybe I should have made him promise to fold and put away
laundry in front of everyone, then he’d have to do it.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind for my vows.” Jimin giggled, hiding behind his hand as his
eyes disappeared again as his smile overtook his face.
 Jin’s laughter stopped abruptly. “What?” Jimin paused, pursed his lips and knitted his
brow before his mouth fell into a small, round, ‘o’ after realizing what just slipped beyond his lips.
He bit his pillowy lower lip. “Jimin.”

Jimin’s eyes were wide as he stared back at Jin. “We’ve been…talking…about stuff.”

“Marriage stuff?”

Jimin fidgeted with the napkin in his lap, avoiding Jin’s gaze. A thread was just starting
to unravel and he found himself tugging endlessly to see just how loose it was. His voice quietly
filtered out, “I mean…yeah?”

“Jimin.” Jin called. “Look at me, bud.”

Jimin gulped and then raised his eyes to Jin. He hadn’t meant to slip up and say anything
about him and Jungkook discussing marriage. It was all just talk at this point, nothing was official.
When he looked up to Jin, he wasn’t met with the look of judgement he expected. Jin’s lip curled
up softly and his eyes sparkled. “Nothing’s official or anything.” Jimin said quietly.

“Is that something that you want? To marry him?” Jin asked gently. Jimin nodded. Jin
reached out and grasped his hand. “Jimin, that’s wonderful!”

“It is?”

“Jimin, you kinda deserve the world. And if anyone would spend their life trying to give
it to you, it’s absolutely Jungkook. I fully believe that you were fated to meet him and find this
happiness.”

“Honestly? Me too.” Jimin smiled. “I can’t picture my life without him.”

“I’m glad you never have to.” Jin leaned back in his chair. “So, who’s proposing?”

“Jimin wants to meet you.” Jungkook said as he and Narae settled in for their lunch
routine.

Narae’s eyebrows shot up as her eyes widened. “Oh?”

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Our friend groups are pretty well meshed
together, and I think he just doesn’t want to be left in the dark about you.”

“Is he jealous or something?” Narae’s lip quirked up and Jungkook’s stomach twisted.

“He doesn’t have any reason to be.” Jungkook shrugged. “He’s never really been
someone to get jealous, but…it was stupid, so fucking stupid, but someone tried to plant a seed of
doubt in him with you.”

“Why?” Narae seemed personally offended by the move. Jungkook couldn’t really blame
her.
 Jungkook scoffed as he shook his head. “I don’t really know, honestly. Like, I don’t know
if he hates us because we’re gay or because he’s jealous of our relationship. It’s…complicated.”

“Sounds like it.”

“So yeah, I don’t know if you just want to go with me to the dojang someday to officially
meet him or maybe we could plan to meet up for a drink or something?”

Narae pursed her lips and seemed to think through her schedule. “I think a drink might
work.” She smiled. “Just shoot me a message to let me know when you guys are free. This
weekend is good for me, I have the morning shift Saturday and I’m off Sunday.”

“I’ll run it by Jimin and let you know.”

JK: Sorry to drop this on you last minute, but my mom asked me to dinner this evening.

JK: Can you and Minnie fend for yourselves tonight? 😉

ColdBrewSweetCream: Haha, I think we’ll manage.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Is everything ok with ma?

Jungkook’s heart did a small flutter in his chest at Jimin calling his mother “ma.”

JK: Oh yeah! She’s fine.

JK: I think now that she’s a grandma she’s just trying to be a bit more active in my life?

ColdBrewSweetCream: That makes sense.

ColdBrewSweetCream: It also makes me happy. I know you wanted a closer

relationship with her.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Go, enjoy dinner. Send her my love

ColdBrewSweetCream: I’ll see you when you get home

ColdBrewSweetCream: I love you

JK: Love you more baby

 Aesook greeted Jungkook with a bright smile and a firm kiss to his cheek. “You look
great darling.” She gushed.

“It hasn’t been that long since you last saw me.” He laughed as he returned the kiss then
motioned to the table. “And you’ll be seeing me again in a couple days, right? You and dad are still
going to make to Minnie’s play?”

“Oh absolutely! We made arrangements.” She took a sip of water as she smiled at
Jungkook. “I just love that little sweetheart. How are they?”

“You want the long answer or the short answer?” Jungkook chuckled lightly.

Aesook placed her glass back on the table then clasped her hands under her chin. “The
long one.”

“Minji’s doing great. She’s dying to start first grade, which of course puts Jimin in a bit
of an emotional state because he realizes she’s growing up too quickly.”

“Mm, they always do.” She said with a wink.

“Honestly, I’m kinda bummed I missed the baby stage.” Jungkook said as he trailed his
finger around the rim of his water glass.

Aesook motioned the server over and requested a bottle of white wine. She waited
patiently as they came back and poured them each a glass. She seemed to contemplate over
something before she smiled softly. “Perhaps you could discuss that later on, the possibility of
adopting another baby together?” When she saw Jungkook sitting there, frozen, mouth agape she
patted his hand. “You both have plenty of time to consider that. I’m just saying your chance at the
baby stage isn’t totally gone, right?”

“I suppose.” Jungkook said slowly.

“How is Jimin?” She asked, her eyes lighting up at his name. Jungkook couldn’t blame
her, he was positive his face did the same even at just the thought of his partner.

“Um, you know, we’ve, uh..”

“Are you two okay?” She asked quickly, her eyes wide.

Jungkook scratched at his head a bit. “Yeah, yeah we’re okay. Some shit just came up that
kinda threw us off a bit.”

Aesook pursed her lips lightly. “You want to talk about it?”

“It’s kinda a long story? Goes back a lot of years, actually.” Jungkook said as he pushed
his menu aside, settled on his meal. They placed their order quickly and Aesook turned back to him
expectantly. “So there was this boy, back when Jimin was about fourteen. Kinda his first boyfriend
like thing? He told me about how he played soccer with him and they’d like make out behind his
garage.” Jungkook’s nose curled up in disgust even just thinking about it. He couldn’t stand the
thought of Jimin with anyone else, especially Taehyung. It would appear if anyone was jealous in
the relationship, it was him. “And I uh, kinda ran into him on campus.”

“How did you know it was him?”

 Jungkook threw his head back and groaned. “Okay, bear with me. I had a friend, not sure
if you remember him—Kim Taehyung?” His mother knitted her brow some but didn’t seem to
make a connection. Jungkook didn’t really expect her to with her general absence from his life.
“Anyway. He was who I ran into on campus. We, uh, we had a big falling out when I was almost
sixteen, when I came out to him. He,” Jungkook gulped and shook his head lightly. “didn’t take it
so well.”

“Oh honey…”

“It’s whatever.” He brushed her concern off. “Anyway, he figured out where I worked—
probably stalked my social media or something, who knows. But he shows up at the café and
essentially begged me to hear him out or some bullshit. I wasn’t really down for it. So, it just so
happens that the same time all this is going down Jimin and Minji show up. Taehyung totally
freaked out when he saw Jimin and Jimin was kinda just stunned? He called him by name before
Tae bolted. And like, he told me this, ugh, make-out buddy’s name but I never even considered
they’d be one in the same, but when he looked at me the way he did and said they played soccer
together, I just knew.”

“If he and Jimin…why…” Aesook’s confusion was clear on her face, the same confusion
both he and Jimin fought with.

“Yeah, it doesn’t make much sense.” Jungkook chewed his bottom lip. “Which is why I
kinda decided, maybe we should talk some stuff out, you know?” His mother nodded. “So, we
invited him over, and God mom, it was such a shit show. And it brought up so many hurtful
memories for both me and Jimin. And he just, didn’t care. He kept saying stupid shit, like asking if
I still thought I was gay, implied Jimin was confused about his sexuality because of Minji…and I
know I shouldn’t have, but I, uh, lost my cool on that.” Jungkook lowered his head. “I may have hit
him.”

“Jungkook!” Aesook gasped.

“I know! But mom! I couldn’t just let him use Minnie like that to imply that Jimin and I
were confused or not in love you know? Not after he shared how he felt about Jimin all those years
ago, and how he felt about me apparently…it’s almost like he used her like that to drive a wedge
between us.” He paused. “He said she wasn’t ours.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Her eyes soften, easily reading the hurt on Jungkook’s face.

“That’s when I hit him.” He raised his gaze to her. “Because she is mine, mom. I love
her.”

“I know you do. We all do. But you have something very special with her, and I’m so
sorry that he tried to say you didn’t.” She frowned and caressed the top of his hand where he held
on to the stem of his wine glass.

“And now, he’s sending Jimin pictures and messages trying to get him to doubt my
sexuality and my love for him.” Jungkook grumbled.

“How? What pictures?”

“Since he goes to the same university, apparently he’s taken to following me or

something equally as creepy since he sent Jimin a picture of me eating lunch with a classmate who
just happens to be female. And yeah, it got under Jimin’s skin a bit. But we talked through it. We’re
good. I just hate it all. Like, why beg us to talk through our past only to be just as horrible as the
first time – even worse since he shit on my relationship with both Jimin and Minji. And the
memories it brought up. Jimin was not okay. His father…there’s no words mom, no words to say
what his father did to him when he found him and Tae kissing.” Jungkook felt his eyes well up as
Aesook felt her heart break a little at the knowledge that Jimin was likely punished for the
transgression. “And the things Tae had said to me. I had buried them for so long. I couldn’t stop
them from coming back.”

“Where’s everything at now?”

“Well, I’m not giving him another chance to try and ‘explain’ anything. And I’m
introducing Narae, my classmate to Jimin to ease some of that anxiety.”

Aesook smiled softly at Jungkook as their dinners were placed in front of them. “I don’t
know where you learned to be such an amazing partner, Jungkook, but you and Jimin are so very
good together.”

“Well, I mean, you and dad might not have been around a ton, but when you were it was
easy to see how much you loved each other and respect each other. It’s still easy to see that.”

Aesook’s eyes widened and a watery smile came to her lips. “Jungkook,” she started
quietly. “Thank you. I know we could’ve done better with you, and for that I’ll always be sorry. But
you turned out so wonderful—so caring and passionate, supportive and fun. Jimin is so lucky to
have you.”

“Stop.” Jungkook’s voice was tight. “You’re gonna make me all soft.”

“Oh darling, you already are.”

“Hey mom, does the name Kim Taehyung ring a bell?” Aesook asked as she sat with her
mother in the living room.

Grandma Kim pursed her lips and furrowed her brow. “Hmm, yes. I believe that was the
name of Jungkookie’s best friend.”

Aesook nodded, of course her mother would remember. She was always more of a
mother to Jungkook than she ever was. Though she was hoping she could make up for it now, at
least a little bit. “I feel like I heard that name recently though, even though I’m pretty sure
Jungkookie and he stopped hanging out before he even graduated.”

“He goes to Jungkook’s university. I guess they had a bit of a run in. Left both Jimin and
Jungkook pretty shaken up.”

“What kind of run-in?” Grandma Kim asked as her face evened. She hated even the
thought of someone hurting her boys. So Aesook told her what she knew of everything from
Jungkook, Grandma Kim’s face turning more and more determined and enraged.
 “Wait, you said he goes to Jungkook’s university?” Aesook nodded. “Sookie! That’s how
I know his name!” She jumped up and ran to the study. She came back, a bundle of papers clenched
in her hands. “He’s one of the recipients of the Kim Business Scholarship!” She turned to Aesook
with a devious glint in her eye. “Darling, I have an idea.”

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Jungkook and Jimin arrived to the community theater early in order to reserve the best two rows
they could find for Minji’s entourage of fans. “She really is the luckiest, isn’t she? To have so many
people love her as much as they do?” Jungkook mused as he set out programs in each of the seats
he wanted to reserve.

“Thanks to you.” Jimin said quietly.

Jungkook turned to Jimin, “What? How?”

Jimin smiled with a small shrug. “Well, before you it was just me, my mom and dad, and
Hobi. Until Jin and Joon. But then you came along…bringing with you your mom and dad,
Grandma Kim, Yoongi…Her family essentially doubled with you.”

“Well, mine did too.” Jungkook said as he reached out and ran his fingers delicately over
the top of Jimin’s hand.

Distant voices could be heard outside the main doors to the theater, and before long, a
mass of excited Minji fans filled the aisle heading down to the rows Jimin and Jungkook were
guarding. “I already told you, Hobi and I have the center seats.” Yoongi snapped to Namjoon and
Jin.

“Pretty sure those are going to her dads but go off I guess.” Jin laughed.

Yoongi huffed. “Ok, fine. But Hobi and I get the center seats behind them then.”

Namjoon laughed as he nudged Hoseok. “He is a feisty one.”

Hobi laughed loudly. “You have no idea.” He stroked Yoongi’s hair. “He’s been quite
excited for this though, even closed up shop for the day for quote family business.” Yoongi’s cheeks
flushed lightly as he pursed his lips.

“You boys are too harsh on this lovely man.” Grandma Kim scolded as she pushed her
way through. “Yoongi, darling, I think you should absolutely have center seats, right next to me.”
She smiled adoringly at him.

“Grandma! I thought you’d sit next to me!” Jungkook called out, offended at being
replaced by his best friend.

Grandma Kim smiled softly at him as she approached. She patted both his cheeks before
kissing them each softly. “Surely you can share me for a little while. Sit next to your mom and
dad.”

“Alright.” Jungkook resigned.

Everyone shared hugs and greetings with Jimin and Jungkook before finding their seats.
Jimin and Jungkook front and center, Jungkook’s parents to his right, Jimin’s mom to Jimin’s left.
Kihyun and Mysoon next to Chanri. Yoongi, Hobi, Grandma Kim, Namjoon and Jin in the row
behind them. “Do you think Minji will autograph my program?” Jin asked.

“I’m sure she’d be delighted to sign autographs after her debut.” Jungkook laughed,
remembering how excited she was to be ‘famous.’
 They continued to chat amongst themselves as the theater continued to fill with the
family and friends of the other children partaking in the theater camp. Jungkook and Jimin both
waved to some of the parents they recognized from drop offs and pick-ups. The lights dimmed a bit
and the two instructors from camp stood to greet everyone and tell them all about their adventures
with the children over the past week. Jungkook clasped Jimin’s hand tightly, overcome with
excitement to watch Minji take the stage.

The kids were often a bit lacking in projection and it was sometimes hard to hear them,
but when Minji stepped forward to announce the arrival of King Triton, her chest puffed out and
her eyes got wide before she belted out “Ahem . . . His royal highness, King Triton!” Jungkook
went to applaud the successful performance of her lines but Jimin held his hand tightly, shaking his
head lightly.

Jimin, unfortunately couldn’t contain Yoongi though who gave a quick whistle and wave
when Minji looked his direction. She smiled lightly, but then turned her attention strictly to the
stage again. “Yoongi!” Hobi scolded quietly.

“What!?” Yoongi whispered yelled. “She did so well!”

“Hobi, control your man!” Jin whispered across Namjoon. After the small disruption
among their small group, they all resettled in attentively to the rest of the play. Between Minji’s
small lines, she was part of the chorus, happily and enthusiastically singing. The crowd was
encouraged to sing along, and the amount of warmth that filled Jimin’s heart hearing his best
friends and family, along with Jungkook’s best friends and family, sing as well took him by
surprise. His eyes threatened to tear up as he realized that this was all he’d ever wanted for her—to
be so endlessly loved and supported that no one gave it a second thought to be embarrassed to sing
along to Under the Sea or Kiss The Girl.

The way Jin, Namjoon, Hobi, Yoongi and Jungkook launched out of their seats stunned
Jimin for a moment, his cheeks flushing as he flinched at the energy around him. He shook his head
lightly for only half a second before joining them in clapping and cheering and whistling as loud as
possible. He blew kisses and waved excitedly as Minji stood with the other kids and bowed to the
audience. “Oh my God, she did so well!” He gushed to anyone within hearing range.

They all gathered to the stage to fill their camera rolls with pictures of Minji as she
remained on stage, beaming proudly. She finally came forward to crawl off the stage at the urging
of Jungkook. He reached out his arms and she excitedly leapt into them. “Jungkook!” Jimin gasped
as Jungkook caught Minji and squeezed her tightly.

“Don’t worry Love, I got her.” He smiled before pressing adoring kisses along her face.
“You did so well Pumpkin! Oh my goodness, you were wonderful!”

“Did you sing?” She asked.

“Oh Doodle-bug, we all sang.” Jimin promised as he reached for her. Jungkook smiled
proudly as he passed her off and watched as she chatted happily with everyone, even signing
programs before taking more pictures. They were all unaware as someone else watched from the
back. He wanted to move forward, tell her how well she did and how much he missed her. But he
couldn’t bring himself to. Couldn’t accept that maybe he’d been wrong about the introduction of
Jungkook, had been wrong about that part of Jimin. His heart ached, but he scoffed before turning
around, unwilling to admit his shortcomings to his son.
 Jimin glanced around the auditorium, pausing when he thought he saw his father’s figure
retreating through the back doors. It was hard to know for sure, as he could barely catch a glimpse
of his profile. But the height, build and hair were right, as well as the way the man carried himself.
“Mom,” he started quietly, still staring at the doors. “Did Dad know about the play?”

Chanri’s face fell a bit, apologies filing her eyes. “I’d told him about it, but he…I’m
trying Jimin, but he won’t...” she trailed off, glancing towards Jungkook and Jimin needed no
further explanation.

Jimin gave a small nod, his father’s seething words repeating in his head. “I get it.” He
felt the touch of Jungkook’s fingers on his hand and he looked up, a sad smile pulled at his lips.

“Dinner?”

“We have a table set aside at Panoramic 65.” Aesook said as she came to Jungkook’s side
with a smile.

“Aesook, you didn’t need to do that. We could have easily just gone to a diner.” Jimin
said.

“It’s our pleasure, Jimin. And our little darling deserves star treatment after such a
performance.” She said, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Minji. Jimin was still uncomfortable
with his partner’s parents footing the bill for the entire entourage and shuffled anxiously. “Jimin,”
she said softly, “we’d love to have everyone for dinner, please.”

“Alright Aesook.” He conceded.

“That was so nice of your parents.” Jimin said as they arrived back home. “Minnie, did
you like dinner?”

“It was so pretty there!” She toed off her shoes and placed them gently on the mat. “And
the food was yummy. That’s Grammy’s?”

“It is.” Jungkook said with a ruffle to her hair. “Grammy and Papa’s. Let’s get you all
washed up, hm?”

“Alright Dad.” She hurried up the stairs, Jungkook following, as Jimin let Kakuna out to
the backyard. He leaned against the deck railing and took a deep breath. He simply took a moment
to bask in a feeling of content, of peace. It’d taken a long time, but he was finally starting to feel
like things were settling and making sense. He’d slowly stopped questioning why Jungkook chose
to stay with him, why he loved him and wanted to marry him. He was still awed by it but was
trying to accept that it just was—and that perhaps he might deserve it.

“Mm, there’s my handsome man.” Jungkook said as he wrapped his strong arms around
Jimin’s waist and pressed his lips to the side of his neck. Goosebumps rolled over Jimin’s arms and
he shuddered lightly. “Minnie did so well today.”

Jimin smiled as he leaned back against Jungkook. “She really did.”

Jungkook rocked Jimin softly. “I really like when our families get together.”
 “Me too.” Jimin slid his hands over Jungkook’s where they had a firm grasp at Jimin’s
torso. He threaded their fingers together and squeezed gently.

“Minnie’s ready to snuggle in with a book.” Jungkook said softly against the side of
Jimin’s head. Jimin nodded and went to pull away. Jungkook tightened his hold and kissed Jimin’s
temple. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Jungkook laughed against Jimin’s back. “There is absolutely zero chance that’s true.”

“You think we should really move forward with this?” Aesook asked as she and her
mother sat in the office reviewing the terms of the Kim Business Scholarship after getting back
from dinner.

“Oh darling, it’s not like I’m going to take the entire thing away. I’m not heartless! In
fact, I’d like to double his scholarship.” Aesook’s mouth fell open as her eyebrows rose in surprise.
Grandma Kim’s lip curled up. “So long as he takes a transfer. A gentle suggestion is all we’ll be
making.”

“Mother, I know what your ‘gentle suggestions’ are like.” Aesook laughed lightly.

“Sookie, I don’t like seeing that kind of pain on Jungkookie’s face again. I saw him go
through that pain once, and that was more than enough. And Jimin.” She shook her head with a
frown. “I would just prefer if neither of them had to deal with it.”

“You can’t protect them from everything, mom.”

“I am aware.” Grandma Kim said sternly. “But I can help in this case. And I will.” She
raised her eyebrow and Aesook gave a small nod, knowing she wouldn’t change her mother’s mind.
Not that she particularly wanted to, she hated watching Jungkook struggle through it as well.

“I’ll make the call Monday to set up a meeting.” Aesook said.

“I’ll make sure that the presidents of each school will transfer all his credits. He’s an
exceptional student, I’m sure that Kyung Hee University would be happy to have him.” Grandma
Kim said as she closed the laptop and stretched.

TheKid: Hey Yoongs

Grumpy: Hey Kid

TheKid: Did you tell Hobi anything about what you and I talked about?
 Grumpy: About how you want to marry Jimin?

Grumpy: Nah

TheKid: Oh okay

Grumpy: Why?

TheKid: I don’t know… was kinda thinking about asking him to go shopping with me.
Since he and Jimin have been friends for so long. Thought he’d know what Jimin would like.

Grumpy: Kook.

Grumpy: While I’m sure that Hobi would spaz out at the opportunity to help pick out his
best friend’s engagement ring, this is your partner we’re talking about. You should trust yourself to
know what he’d like.

TheKid: What if he doesn’t like it?

Grumpy: Kid. It’s his engagement ring. You could put a damn onion ring on him, and
he’d say yes

TheKid: So you’re saying you wouldn’t want me to provide Hobi input if the situation
were to arise for him?

Grumpy: ….I’m not saying that…

TheKid: So you would want me to help Hobi

Grumpy: This is not about us

TheKid: LOL fine, fine I’ll go by myself

Grumpy: You’ll do just fine, kid.

Grumpy: Send me pics if you get stuck or something

TheKid: Thanks Yoongs

Jungkook put his phone back in his pocket as he heard Jimin coming down the stairs.
“Hey Kook, about ready to go?”

“Yep. Narae said she’d be down there in about twenty.” Jungkook stood and tried to slow
his heart, worried that Jimin would pick up on his internal panic since talking to Yoongi about
picking out Jimin’s ring. He made his way to the living room where Chanri and Minji were nestled
in with a large bowl of popcorn. “Thanks Chanri for watching Minji. We shouldn’t be too terribly
long.”

“Take your time, we’re good here.” She smiled with a wink.

“Bye Pumpkin.” Jungkook said as he leaned down for a quick kiss.

 “Have fun Dad.” She looked past him to Jimin. “Bye Daddy.”

“Be good for Grandma, Minnie. Dad and Daddy will see you later, okay?” Jimin said as
he too pressed a firm kiss to his baby girl’s face. She nodded in agreement before Jimin and
Jungkook headed towards a small bar not too far from the house. “So, you’re sure you’re okay with
me horning in on your friendship with Narae?”

Jungkook had a firm grasp around Jimin’s waist as they remained in step with each other
down the sidewalk. “Horning in on my friendship? Babe, no.” he chuckled lightly. “You’re not
horning in at all. I’m happy to officially introduce you. Besides,” he said pulling Jimin in tighter.
“I’m always up for showing you off.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed as he laughed into his fist. “You’re ridiculous, Kookie.”

“I’m in love Jimin.” He said evenly. “And I want everyone to know it.”

The bar was on the smaller side and reminded Jimin a bit of the Common Ground Café
with it’s welcoming wood tones, and atmosphere set to encourage conversations. While Jimin
enjoyed hitting the clubs of downtown Seoul, he much preferred this kind of neighborhood bar for
occasional evening drinks. Jungkook pulled the long-handled door open and ushered Jimin in with
a smile.

A woman seated at a butcher block table waved towards them and Jungkook smiled as he
waved back. He pressed his hand to the small of Jimin’s back and eased him forward. “Hey
Jungkook!” She greeted happily as she stood up.

“Narae, good to see you! So glad we were able to make this work. Jimin, this is Narae,
Narae, this is my partner Jimin.” Jungkook’s adorable bunny smile lit up his face and Jimin gazed
lovingly at him until Narae’s voice pulled him back.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Jimin! From both Jungkook and my little brother Kitae—
Kit.”

Jimin’s smile spread in recognition. “Kit is a great student! Very focused and quick to
pick up new techniques.”

“I’m sure his instructor has a lot to do with that.” She smiled.

“Ah, thank you. It’s lovely to meet you Narae, Jungkookie speaks of you often.” They all
settled around the square table as Jimin looked for a server.

“Did you guys eat? Did you want to order anything?” Narae asked.

“No, no. We had dinner with Minnie. But it would be nice to get a server over here for
drinks.” Jungkook said as he, too, craned his neck to look for a server.

“I’ll get them.” Jimin offered as he stood. “Narae, what would you like?”

“Oh, um, some Cheongju would be nice, thank you. I’ll get next round, yeah?”

Jimin nodded before turning to Jungkook. “Bokbunja for us?”

 Jungkook winked with the shared understanding that bokbunja was a bit of an
aphrodisiac for them, “You know it.”

Jimin stepped away from the table and Narae reached out for Jungkook’s forearm. “Good
lord, he’s even prettier than I remember!”

Jungkook chuckled as he glanced back to where Jimin waited for their drinks. His foot
was resting up on the pipe that ran at the bottom of the bar, which jutted out his butt just enough to
draw in Jungkook’s attention. Jungkook honestly had a slight—okay massive—obsession with
Jimin’s ass. He licked his lips before turning back to his friend who simply laughed knowingly at
him. “Is he?”

“Yes! Though, I mean, I guess that could be slightly related to the fact that he’s not
working? Like, he’s not in a dobok, bare-faced and stoic? He’s freaking gorgeous.” Jungkook
hummed in agreement as he watched Jimin come back to the table, expertly managing three drinks
in his two hands. He lowered the glasses to the table before taking his seat.

Jungkook grasped the stem of his glass between his fingers. “Well, here’s to new friends,
hm?”

They all raised their glasses and toasted before taking their first sips. “So, I know you
know how Jungkook and I met – at least I’m assuming you do—”

Jimin smiled. “I do.”

“How did you and Jungkook meet?”

Jimin’s face sparked with a hint of mischief. “All this talking about me and you haven’t
even told her how we met? Jungkookie…”

“Come on, I wanted one friend—just one—who didn’t mercilessly tease me about it.”
Jungkook groaned through his laughter.

Narae’s eyes lit up as she leaned towards Jimin. “What’s the story?”

“So Jungkookie used to work at a little café, Common Ground—”

“Oh I love that place!” She gushed.

“Me too! A little less now that Kookie doesn’t work there, but the coffee is still good,
so…” He cleared his throat. “Anyway. So it’s right near the dojang so I used to stop in every
morning for my coffee fix. And there he’d be, all bright bunny smiles and kind wishes for good
days.”

Narae’s eyes widened as she cooed towards Jungkook.

“It gets better.”

Jungkook hung his head, resigned to knowing that he wouldn’t be able to prevent the
story from unfolding. He kept sipping on his blackberry wine as he watched and listened to Jimin
playfully embarrass him. He wasn’t truly embarrassed, not anymore as it had clearly all worked out
for him in the end, so he enjoyed watching Jimin light up and giggle through the story. Narae
gasped and laughed and continued to coo towards Jungkook.
 “I’m still saved in his phone as ColdBrewSweetCream.” Jimin finished with a squeeze to
Jungkook’s hand on the table.

“Shut. Up. That’s too freaking cute!” Narae hollered.

“This was a mistake.” Jungkook shook his head. “A terrible, terrible mistake.”

“Aw, Jungkookie!” Jimin cooed.

“So,” Narae started with her chin in her palms, her long dark hair spilling to the sides of
her face. “Who did you fall for first, Jimin or Minji?”

Jimin turned to face Jungkook directly, interest sparking in his eyes. “Well, I mean, it’s
two totally different things.” Jungkook bit his lip before downing the last of his wine. “I’d say that I
was gone for Jimin on perhaps a superficial level when I was pining over him every morning. But,”
he swallowed thickly before feeling the tips of his ears heat up as he gazed at Jimin. “watching
Jimin with Minji at that BBQ at Joon’s house…it was like a completely new side of him was
illuminated and I was utterly enraptured.” Jimin dropped his gaze, too overcome to meet
Jungkook’s eyes. “Minji,” Jungkook chuckled. “I think she stole my heart the moment she offered
me a sparkler.”

“She sure did take a liking to you quickly.” Jimin said softly.

“I think she knew before even either of you knew.” Narae offered.

Jimin, seemingly remembering that he and Jungkook were still with someone else, turned
to her with a smile. “Narae, I think you might be on to something. Minji had altered the course of
my life in so many ways at so many times…”

“Nothing’s ever a coincidence, Jimin.” Jungkook said as he dropped his hand to Jimin’s
knee and squeezed lightly.

Narae smiled at the couple, touched by their easy affection and open conversations.
“Another round?” She asked as she stood.

Jimin raised his glass in agreement, “I won’t say no!”

Jungkook leaned towards him as Narae walked away. “You keep drinking that bokbunja
and we’re gonna need to cut the night short.” He teased, placing small kisses to the side of his neck
as his large palm continued to squeeze from his knee up his thigh.

Jimin turned his face and caught Jungkook’s lips between his. “Now, now, sweetheart,
let’s not be rude to our friend. Surely you can behave there for a bit more, hm?” Jimin tightened his
hand at the back of Jungkook’s head and tugged lightly, causing Jungkook’s mouth to fall open and
a small gasp to pass by his lips. Jimin kissed under his jaw through a smile. “Good.”

“Alright, who’s down for darts?” Narae asked when she arrived back to the table.
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“Narae, thank you again for a great night. I’m so glad we got to finally meet.” Jimin said happily,
as Jungkook draped himself over his back, a few glasses of wine too many leaving him clingy and
affectionate.

Narae giggled. “Same.” She shook her head at Jungkook as he ran his hands through
Jimin’s hair backwards. “Go on, get him home. Make sure he gets lots—”

“Lots of water and some motrin. I know.” Jimin laughed. He turned his face to talk to
Jungkook but instead found his lips captured again in Jungkook’s. He chuckled against him before
pulling back slightly. “Come on, baby, let’s go home.”

“Finally!” Jungkook said, pulling more laughter from Narae and Jimin.

“He doesn’t mean it.” Jimin said lightly.

“I mean, he kinda does.” Narae laughed. “I know what bokbunja does.” She winked at
Jimin and he shrugged before biting his lip. “Bye Kook!” She called as he started to pull Jimin
away by his hand.

Jungkook tossed a glance over his shoulder and a small wave. “Bye Nae!”

Jimin kept a firm hold on Jungkook on their short walk home. “Jimin. Jiminie. Baby.”
Jungkook slurred as he leaned into Jimin’s side.

“Yes, Kookie?” Jimin asked with an amused smile.

“I love you.” Jungkook cooed, his eyes hooded, and face flushed from too much wine.

Jimin laughed again. “I know you do, baby. I love you too.”

“Are you glad you met Narae?” He asked before half tripping over a shuffle, bringing
Jimin to tighten his hold even more. “Are you not jealous no more?”

“I wasn’t jealous.”

Jungkook turned towards him with a pout. He paused their movement and placed his
large hand over the side of Jimin’s face, caressing the apple of his cheek. “Shh…baby, you don’t
need…need be jealous of Nae…she’s a girl. I don’t…like girls. I like you.” He pulled his hand
away and booped Jimin’s nose.

“Oh my God, you’re fucking wasted.” Jimin laughed. Jimin urged Jungkook to keep
walking and before long they could see the porch light illuminating the front door of their cozy
home.

As they made their way down the sidewalk, Jungkook’s eyes widened and he pulled
Jimin back. “Jimin. I can’t…I can’t go in there like this! Minnie can’t see me drunk.”

“I’m sure she’s in bed, sweetheart.” Jimin assured and tried to urge Jungkook forward.
 Jungkook shook his head, eyes wide. “No. Go. Make sure she’s in bed. I’ll wait here.”
And with that Jungkook pulled out of Jimin’s hold and flopped himself down in the middle of the
front lawn.

Jimin chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jungkook remained
there, laying with his eyes closed, trying to will the world to stop spinning. “I’ll be right back.
Just…just don’t go anywhere.” Jungkook gave him a thumb’s up and Jimin made his way inside.

Just as he suspected, his mother was on the couch, reading by the soft light of the lamp
on the end table. “Hey mom.”

“Ah, Jimin.” She said lightly. She turned towards him and knitted her brow, flicking her
gaze behind him. “Um, where’s Jungkook? Is he okay?” She asked, quickly getting up in case there
was an emergency.

Jimin chuckled lightly. “He’s fine. Drunk, but fine.” Chanri smiled at him. “He, uh,
wanted me to make sure Minnie was in bed before he came inside in the state he’s in.”

Chanri’s face softened as her heart caught in her throat. Just when she thought she knew
Jungkook, he’d surprise her again. “Most wouldn’t even consider worrying about that.”

“He’s not like most people.”

“I’ve noticed. But yes, Minji is in bed. Haven’t heard a peep from her in quite some
time.” She approached Jimin and placed her hands to the sides of his face. “I’m glad you and
Jungkook had fun. I won’t keep you.”

“It’s late, mom. You can stay if you’d like.”

Chanri continued to slip on her shoes. “No, darling, it’s okay. It’s not that late. Go on,
take care of Jungkook.”

“Alright.” Jimin placed his hand to the small of his mother’s back and ushered her
outside. Chanri quickly placed the back of her hand to her mouth to cover the sound of a small
giggle when she saw Jungkook still laid out in the front yard. “I know.” Jimin chuckled.

Jimin nudged Jungkook’s foot with his own. “Hmmrgh.”

“Come on, Kookie, my mom is leaving. Minnie’s in bed.” Jungkook sat up, slowly and
clearly with some difficulty.

He cleared his throat as he gathered his bearings. Jimin was holding Chanri’s car door
open and Jungkook gave her a small wave. “Bye Mama Park! Thanks for watching my Pumpkin!”

“Anytime darling!” she called back before putting her attention back on Jimin. “Please
have that boy drink some water—”

“And take some motrin. Yes, I know.” He placed a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you again.
Drive safe. Love you.”

“Love you too, darling.” Jimin gently shut her door and then turned back to Jungkook
who was impressively still sitting up, but keeping his eyes closed.
 Jimin knelt in front of him and reached for his hands. “Come on, let’s get inside.”

“Mmm, are you gonna make love to me?” He mumbled as his head rolled back.

“Absolutely not.” Jimin laughed.

Jungkook’s eyes shot open and his mouth fell open in offense. “What? Why not?” He
pulled on Jimin’s hands as he laid back down in the grass, Jimin landing on top of him. “Make love
to me. Right here. In the yard.”

Jimin laughed against Jungkook’s lips, their breath sweet with wine. “You are ridiculous.
I love you so much.”

“Me too. So yeah? Right here?” Jungkook reached down and squeezed Jimin’s butt,
pulling more giggles from Jimin’s full lips.

“No.” He said as he climbed off Jungkook and reached out to help him up.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in understanding. “Ah, inside then.” He winked at Jimin as he

grabbed his hands and struggled to get up.

Jimin shook his head as he pulled Jungkook to the house. “You’re entirely too drunk,
sweetheart. I’m not…I don’t want to take advantage of your state.”

“I’d want to anyway baby. You know that. I always want to have intercourse with you.”

“Intercourse!?” Jimin exclaimed throwing his hands out to brace himself on the front
door as laughter overtook his entire body. “Oh lord, now I know you aren’t in your right mind.” He
stood back up and steadied himself. “Come on baby, let’s get you to bed.”

Jimin sat Jungkook down on the entryway bench and took off his shoes. He then helped
him up the stairs before pulling him into their bedroom where Jungkook gracelessly dropped into
their bed. Jimin urged Jungkook to his side of the bed, where he started to undress him. Jungkook
was very little help through the process, his eyes closed and body limp. “You’re getting me naked.”
Jungkook mumbled. “Sexy time, hmm?”

Jimin shook his head, biting back more laughter. “I’m getting you comfortable.” He
finished pulling off Jungkook’s pants and struggled to pull the blankets out from under him, but
eventually succeeded. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed his forehead then went to their bathroom for a
glass of water and some motrin. When he returned, Jungkook was clearly passed out—his eyes
shut, mouth open, while soft little snores started to infiltrate the room. Jimin placed the glass of
water and pills on Jungkook’s bedside table. He cocked his head to the side as he ran his hands
through Jungkook’s hair and gazed at him lovingly.

He couldn’t help but continue to stare at him, caressing his hair and face softly. “I love
you so much. So beautiful, and sweet, and funny. God, you make me laugh every single day.” He
chuckled lightly. “Such a wonderful dad.” He swallowed down a sob. “My Jungkookie.” He sighed
as he pressed his lips once more to Jungkook’s forehead before standing back up and getting
himself ready for bed.
 Jungkook woke with a pounding headache. He barely squinted his eyes open to take in
his surroundings, confusion infiltrating his mind. How did he even get home? He flung his arm out,
seeking his partner but found the bed empty. He turned back and tried again to open his eyes more
fully, seeing the glass of water and two pills on the table. A small note accompanied the items:

Jungkookie, take these when you get up, then stay in bed as long as you need. Minnie and
I are heading out to get cinnamon rolls, taking Kakuna with us. We’ll see you soon. Love you lots!
~Jimin

Jungkook sat up a bit, causing the throbbing to intensify and room to tilt and spin under
him. He hastily took the pills then burrowed back under the blankets, groaning.

He woke again later—though he wasn’t sure how much later, ten minutes, three hours,
who knew? Thankfully his head didn’t throb as much, and the room had finally slowed in it’s
spinning. He got cleaned up and headed downstairs. He paused at the bottom of the stairs when he
saw Jimin and Minji dancing in the kitchen, singing together as they prepared what Jungkook
assumed was lunch. Jungkook loved seeing these moments, reminders of how wonderful of a
daddy Jimin had always been to Minji, how close their bond was, and how lucky Jungkook was to
have been invited into their little family.

His presence was detected as Jimin twirled Minji. She stopped mid-turn and gasped.
“Dad!” She hurried to him and he lowered to scoop her up. “Daddy said you were very tired. You
missed breakfast.” She pouted as she patted his cheeks.

“I was very tired, Pumpkin. But I’m not so tired now. Are you and Daddy making
lunch?”

She nodded happily as Jungkook entered the kitchen, meeting Jimin in a quick kiss.
Jungkook leaned in to take a sniff of the chicken and ginger dish. He smiled appreciatively at
Jimin, knowing that he picked the dish for the ginger aspect, hoping to calm Jungkook’s stomach.
“You always take such good care of me.” He said softly.

“Because you take such good care of me.” Jimin answered with another small kiss. Minji
puckered up as well in Jungkook’s arms, beckoning both her dads to smother her in affection. Both
Jimin and Jungkook were happy to oblige.

Jungkook turned around and placed Minji on the kitchen island. “So Minnie, first day of
first grade soon.” He said, his eyes wide. Minji’s eyes widened in response. “Are you getting
excited?”

Minji clasped her hands together. “So excited.” She whispered. “This is the year we get
to start helping with lunch stuff!”

Jungkook smiled proudly. “Good thing you and Daddy have been cooking together for so
long! I’m sure you’ll be a great helper.”

“The best, Dad.”

“The best.” He agreed with a kiss to her forehead.

 That evening after Minji was bathed and tucked in, Jimin and Jungkook curled up
together on the couch. “I won’t be home for dinner tomorrow.” Jungkook said softly.

Jimin sat up a bit. “Oh?”

“Yeah, just, uh,” He rubbed at the back of his neck as he chewed his bottom lip.

“Is something wrong?” Jimin asked, his eyes worried and wide.

Jungkook chuckled nervously, desperate to keep his plans a secret. “No.” he shook his
head with a smile. “Nothing’s wrong. Just something I have to take care of.”

“Okay.” Jimin smiled as he nestled back into Jungkook’s hold. “Did you want me to save
you some dinner?”

“I’ll probably just grab a bite while I’m out.”

Jimin tried desperately to keep the fears from filtering into his mind. The whispers that
tried to tell him that it was something bad, that Jungkook was seeing someone else, or trying to find
a way out. He started to fidget with his hands and Jungkook was quick to grasp them in his. “My
love, it’s nothing bad. I promise. Stop worrying, yeah?”

“I’m not worrying.” Jimin mumbled.

Jungkook turned towards him, lowering his face and locking his eyes on Jimin. “Really?
You’re gonna try to lie to me? Jimin…”

Jimin’s face fell into a pout. He should’ve known Jungkook would read him. “Just…it’s
just an insecure moment, Kookie. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” Jimin shot his eyes up to Jungkook’s. “Not that it makes me angry or
upset. No. What I mean is that clearly when you feel insecure that’s not fine, it hurts you and I feel
like I’m not doing my job. It’s okay to feel however you feel, Love. Always. I just want to know
what is it that I could do to reassure you? How can I ease some of these worries?”

“You’re probably tired of reassuring me.” Jimin said quietly.

“I’m not.” Jungkook said, squeezing Jimin’s hands. “I love you, Jimin. I will take care of
you however you need, unconditionally, always. What can I do?”

“Kisses.” Jimin said with a quirk of his lip.

Jungkook smirked before he leaned in, his lips a breath away from Jimin’s. “I can do
that.” He released Jimin’s hands, instead choosing to card his fingers through Jimin’s hair as
Jimin’s hands found their home at Jungkook’s waist, before gently pressing his lips to Jimin’s. Just
a press, a gentle reminder of the reverence he held for his partner. Jimin sighed against him and
Jungkook gave more pressure before tilting his head and fully slotting their lips together. Jimin
pulled at Jungkook’s waist, an urging for more, and Jungkook instantly complied, licking against
Jimin’s upper lip before lightly biting his lower. Jimin moaned before opening his lips and
beckoning Jungkook’s tongue. Jimin absolutely loved kissing Jungkook, the way Jungkook always
knew exactly what Jimin wanted left him slightly breathless. Jungkook pulled back just slightly,
pecking Jimin once, twice, three times before finally pulling back enough to meet Jimin’s eyes.

“Better?” Jimin hummed in response, his eyes glazed over and a small smile dancing on
his lips.

“Take me to bed.” Jimin whispered.

Jungkook laid Jimin out on their bed, slowly freeing him from his clothes. Then Jimin
watched, licking his lips, feeling his heart speed up as Jungkook shed his own clothing. Jungkook
stood at the foot of the bed as Jimin wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing kisses to
Jungkook’s torso. Jungkook caressed his hair. “What do you want, darling?”

No clarification was needed. “Want you to love me, take care of me.”

While that statement could mean many things, Jungkook knew how to interpret it in this
particular situation. “Yeah?” He asked, voice deep and thick with desire.

Jimin nodded as he released his hold on Jungkook’s waist and scooted back on the bed,
easing his knees open to beckon Jungkook to him. “Want you.” He said before he bit his lip with
his gaze locked on Jungkook, the action rushing blood to Jungkook’s already half-hard dick.
Jungkook nodded mutely, crawling up the bed to cage Jimin in.

He hungrily captured Jimin’s lips first before trailing his lips along the side of his face
and under his jaw before kissing and biting his neck. Jimin’s head rolled back as a groan passed his
lips. Jungkook pressed against him, their erections meeting and providing just enough pressure to
spark a fire between them. Jimin’s legs fell further to the side and Jungkook’s hands ran up his
calves and thighs before hitching them up as he slid down Jimin’s body. He placed soft kisses to the
inside of each knee before nudging Jimin’s thighs up, opening him further to Jungkook’s gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, Jimin.” He praised palming Jimin in his hand, smearing precum
from the head along the shaft. Jimin’s breath quickened as a flush filled his cheeks. Jungkook
nodded towards Jimin’s bedside table and Jimin quickly reached in and then tossed their lube to his
partner with a smile.

Jungkook opened Jimin up with practiced ease, knowing just how to touch and please
him. Jimin was flushed from his ears to his chest as he panted with his head thrown back. “Kookie,
Kookie, ah, please, baby.”

Jungkook draped himself back over Jimin’s body, three of his fingers still buried in him.
He kissed Jimin’s forehead. “Love you, baby, so much.”

“L-love you.” Jimin panted. “Please, please, ugh, need you so bad.”

“Want to watch you.” Jungkook breathed against Jimin’s ear. “Would you do that for me,
darling? Would you ride me? Let me see how pretty you are.”

Jimin nodded quickly, “Yes, yes.”

 Jungkook pulled his fingers from Jimin as he grinned before laying himself back against
their mound of pillows. He licked his lips as he poured some lube into his hand and stroked himself
slowly. Jimin watched, his gaze dark before he pulled himself up and shuffled over Jungkook. He
nestled his knees to Jungkook’s waist and hovered over him with a smirk. He reached behind
himself to grasp Jungkook’s erection. His round butt poised perfectly to take him in, but he paused.
Jungkook’s hands caressed Jimin’s thighs before grasping his hips. Jimin had Jungkook’s dick in
one hand, his in the other. He teased himself on both sides, stroking lazily while sliding the head of
Jungkook’s dick along his slicked up crack. “You’re teasing baby.” Jungkook scolded.

“Shhh.” Jimin hushed. “You wanted to watch. Looks like you’ll just have to deal with the
pace.” He grinned and winked before barely allowing Jungkook to enter him. His head rolled back
as a sigh escaped him.

“You won’t last long at this pace.” Jungkook jested knowingly.

Jimin released his own erection and playfully smacked Jungkook’s chest. “Shut. Up.” He
laughed.

“What? You won’t.” Jungkook chuckled.

“Well, you won’t either.” Jimin pouted before he rolled his hips a little, the head of
Jungkook’s dick just barely breaching him. A low moan filled the room before Jimin sunk lower.
“Fuck, feels so good.” He groaned before allowing Jungkook to fully enter him.

“Told you that you wouldn’t be able to hold back.” Jungkook quipped as he ran his hands
up Jimin’s torso before grabbing his hips once again.

“You are a feisty one tonight, aren’t you?” Jimin commented before leaning down and
locking his lips to Jungkook’s to keep the snarky commentary to a minimum as he adjusted.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak. “I love to play with you, Jimin. Love that we
can laugh as we make love.”

A warmth washed over Jimin, and it wasn’t just the sensation of Jungkook gently rocking
his hips up to thrust into him. Jimin’s heart swelled with joy, understanding exactly what Jungkook
meant. It was a dynamic Jimin hadn’t even known existed. Sex was always depicted as lust filled,
urgent, mostly aggressive in the media. It had always been detached and robotic with Yungmi. But
not with his Jungkookie. Granted, sure, sometimes it could be a bit rushed, urgent, needy. But never
without love and playfulness.

“Me too.” Jimin smiled against Jungkook’s lips before rocking his own hips, pulling
Jungkook into him before easing off. Jungkook moaned under him. Jimin found a good rhythm and
then sat up and gazed down at Jungkook, his eyes hooded and hazy with desire. He continued his
pace, adding a circling of his hips to the mix, eliciting a whimper from Jungkook.

“Fuck, I love the way you move. How are you so, damn, beautiful?” Jungkook gasped
through heavy pants. Jungkook’s hands caressed every inch of Jimin’s skin he could reach—his
arms, hands, chest, torso, thighs—God those amazing thighs. Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s thighs
appreciatively. They flexed under his palms as Jimin sat up a bit higher to quicken his pace and
bounce on his partner’s perfect dick. Jimin swore it was created just for him – fit so well, felt so
good, reached every spot Jimin wanted it.
 “Touch me.” Jimin panted above Jungkook. Jungkook’s hands moved instantly, one to
grasp Jimin’s leaking dick, the other to hold the small of his back as he continued to work himself
on Jungkook’s dick.

Jimin’s stamina was impressive, Jungkook thought that he’d tired and want Jungkook to
take over, but Jimin remained steady. A sheen of sweat glistened over Jimin’s skin, making him
look utterly ethereal. Jimin panted with his lips slightly parted, full, red, and tantalizing. Jungkook
puckered at him and Jimin smiled knowingly before leaning down to capture Jungkook’s lips. He
remained in that position, giving Jungkook the opportunity to take over just a bit. His right hand
was still wrapped around Jimin’s dick, now pressed between their bodies, but his left hand held
Jimin steady as Jungkook planted his feet and snapped his hips upward.

Jimin’s surprised moan filled Jungkook’s ear before he started chanting. “Yes, yes, shit,
there, more. God, Kookie, fuck.” And Jungkook happily met Jimin’s demands, snapping his hips to
meet Jimin’s needs, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge. Jimin came first, the constant
attention on his prostate driving him crazy. Still pressed tightly together, his cum smothered
between their chests.

Jimin whimpered slightly as his body turned a touch oversensitive post-climax. “B-baby,
so close, c-can you hold…on?” Jungkook asked and Jimin nodded, pressing kisses along
Jungkook’s neck as his face was nestled in the comforting crook between Jungkook’s neck and
shoulder.

“I love you.” Jimin whispered, and it was those three words that toppled Jungkook over
the edge. His hips froze as he held Jimin tight to him, pulsations felt deep within Jimin, who sighed
contently as Jungkook groaned and growled through his orgasm. “Mmm, feels so good, Kookie,
fuck.” He rocked his hips lightly back against Jungkook as he clenched his hole, making Jungkook
gasp then chuckle before he pulled out. Jungkook wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin and just
held him as he fought to catch his breath. “You’d probably breathe better if I got off you, hm?”

Jungkook tightened his hold. “Stay.”

Jimin smiled as he remembered all the times he’d requested the same from Jungkook—
after their day at the cherry blossom festival with Minji, the zoo, after countless dates, and on the
anniversary of Yungmi’s suicide. Jungkook always stayed. “For as long as you want, darling.” He
promised.

Jungkook skipped out of half his last class, anxious to get to the jewelers. He’d requested
Jimin’s car for the day, and while Jimin had been a bit confused, easily complied. Jungkook slid
into the car, amazed again by the luxurious nature of it. Jungkook chuckled lightly, feeling that his
parents shouldn’t need him to sign a prenup with Jimin—he clearly wasn’t after his money.
Speaking of money, he’d requested that his grandmother meet him at the jeweler’s, not sure if this
would qualify as an “approved” expenditure of his trust fund.

“A jeweler’s, Jungkookie? And what might you need to take care of at a jeweler’s?” she
had teased.

“Grandma.” His tone held the edge of a pout and she’d only laughed lightly in response.
 “Of course I’ll meet you there darling.”

He pulled up to the store front downtown and handed the valet the key. He was officially
‘that guy’ apparently. He knew Jimin wouldn’t care where he got his ring from, or how much he
spent on it, but Jungkook wanted to be special, unique. Something only Jimin would have. This
jeweler only made one ring of each design, so each one was completely unique unto itself.

His grandmother was already in the store, chatting happily with the salesperson with a
glass of wine. “Ah! There he is!” She called with a wave. “This is my Jungkookie. Isn’t he
darling?” She gushed as Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and made his way to her.

“Hi grandma.” She stood and hugged him tightly.

“You ready to tell me what this is about?” She winked as she pulled away from him.

Jungkook chewed his lip and felt his cheeks warm up. “Grandma, come on, surely you
know what this is about.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

He lowered himself onto one of the stools in front of the glass case.
“IwanttoaskJimintomarryme.”

Grandma Kim leaned onto the glass case and quirked her brow. “What was that dear? I
couldn’t quite hear you. I’m old you know, everything’s a bit muffled.”

Jungkook laughed. “You’re not old and you heard it just fine.” He met his grandma’s
gaze. “I want to ask Jimin to marry me.”

“And you need me here because…?” She started. “I mean, surely you know what he’d
like, yeah?”

“Well yeah, I think. But I actually just, um, I wasn’t sure if I could get the purchase
approved through my trust…”

Grandma Kim’s face softened in understanding. “You’d like me to cover the cost.”

“I don’t want you to just full out buy it, no! I figured it anyone could get money released
from my trust it’s you, so if you pay now you could have them release the same amount back to
you.”

“And you’re ready, Jungkookie? You’re ready to settle down for the rest of your life with
him?” She softly caressed his forearm. “You know I love both him and Minji, but you need to be
absolutely certain.”

Jungkook smiled softly. “Grandma, I’m not sure I could survive without Jimin and Minji.
I mean, I’m sure I could but I would be absolutely wrecked, breathing and moving about in my life
but there’d be no more living, you know?” Having lost her husband, Grandma Kim knew all too
well what he described. She nodded with a small, hesitant smile. “So yeah, I’m certain. Absolutely
certain. And it’s not like we haven’t, you know, talked about it. I wouldn’t do something like this
without any indication that he wanted the same.”
 “That’s really good, Jungkookie. Too often people jump into proposals without even
knowing if it’s something the other would be open to. I’m glad you and Jimin have discussed this.
Now, I guess we just need to take a look at your options.” She smiled.

Grandma didn’t offer much in the way of advice of whether a ring was nice, urging
Jungkook to trust himself when it came to Jimin. She smiled and laughed saying she was there as
emotional support, comic relief, and a credit card.

Three hours later, Jungkook held in his hand the most important thing he’d ever
purchased in his life. “Oh my God, I’m going to ask him to marry me.” He whispered as he sat in
Jimin’s car, trying to process through the last few hours. He and Grandma Kim had looked at
essentially every last ring in the place, slowly narrowing things down until he was left with only the
black gold ring with two full carats divided up between nine channel set princess cut diamonds.
Stunning. Every last diamond in it was perfect—colorless and without any inclusions, the cuts even
and symmetrical. It was almost as beautiful as Jimin. He had the inside of the band engraved with
“My Euphoria” as that was exactly what Jimin was to him. Someone who provided Jungkook with
a constant feeling of joy, delight, and happiness—even amid tough times and disagreements.

ColdBrewSweetCream: Baby, you coming home soon?

ColdBrewSweetCream: It’s almost tuck in time

JK: Yep! I’m on my way now!

JK: Be home soon! Love you!

ColdBrewSweetCream: Love you too Kookie

“Get everything taken care of?” Jimin asked from the living room as Jungkook toed off
his shoes. The ring was nestled in an inside pocket of Jungkook’s backpack, but he worried it
would somehow jump out or send of a beacon of light as alarms went off, tipping Jimin off to it’s
existence.

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah.”

“Should I ask about it?”

Jungkook swallowed and bit his lip before shaking his head. “No. But I promise, promise,
it’s nothing bad and you’ll know soon enough, okay?”

Jimin took a deep breath and met Jungkook’s eyes. They weren’t anxious or shifty, just
filled with a need for patience but unconditional love as well. Kookie would never lie to Jimin, he
knew that. He had to trust him, he’d never given him a reason not to. “Okay darling. Okay.”

Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jimin’s forehead. “Tuck in time?”
 “She’s up there waiting.” Jimin smiled. Jungkook reached out his hand and Jimin
instantly locked their fingers together before allowing Jungkook to pull him off the couch.

“Hi Dad!” Minji smiled from under her blankets. She patted Kakuna as she lay to her
side, snoring. “You missed dinner.” She pouted and Jungkook hurried to her side.

He pushed her hair away form her face. “I know, Pumpkin. I’m sorry. Are you ready for
your first day of school tomorrow?”

Minji’s eyes brightened as they widened, and she nodded happily. “You and Daddy are
walking me to school, right?”

“Of course. We wouldn’t miss your first day of first grade!” Jungkook promised before
smiling back at Jimin who nodded lightly. “Alright, since you have such a big day tomorrow, you
gotta get to sleep right away, okay?”

“Okay Dad, but after Daddy reads a story.”

Jungkook smiled again, his hand softly to the side of Minji’s face. “Of course, Pumpkin.”
He leaned forward to place sweet kisses on her forehead and cheeks. “I love you baby.”

“Love you Dad.”

As Jimin took his place next to Minji in bed to read, Jungkook took his leave to attempt
to find a good hiding place for Jimin’s engagement ring. He hurried down to the study where all his
musical equipment was. He looked around before settling on putting in at the back of a drawer in
his desk. He shuffled papers around to obscure the box. “I’ll bring it by Yoongi’s tomorrow.” He
said lightly to himself. The last thing he wanted was for Jimin to stumble across it, ruining the
surprise.

“Bring what to Yoongi?” Jimin asked as he leaned against the study doorframe.

“Ah, oh, just a piece I’ve been working on. Was hoping to get a bit of feedback from
him.” The small lie came easily to him since it wasn’t actually a full lie. He was working on
something, and he did want Yoongi’s input. He pulled the sheet music from the drawer and smiled
at Jimin before putting it in his backpack.

“Movie?” Jimin offered.

Jungkook grimaced. “Homework.” Jimin’s face fell. “I’ll sit with you though.”

“You won’t be distracted?”

Jungkook chuckled. “You always distract me baby.”

Jungkook was just settling into bed, finding the most comfortable spot on Jimin’s chest to
lay his head when his phone started obnoxiously dinging with multiple message notifications.
“What in the actual fuck.” He groaned as he pushed up and reached for his phone. His forehead
knitted as his eyes darkened.

“Koo? Everything okay?” Jimin asked as he too sat up.

 Bitchass: What the fuck Jeon?

Bitchass: You want to tell me why the fuck your mother and grandmother set up a
meeting with me and the fucking president of the university?

Bitchass: I thought you’d be more mature than this

Bitchass: I swear to god if you mess with my education…

Bitchass: I’m sorry ok!? Fuck I don’t know what else I can say to you!

Jungkook tightened his grip on his phone as Jimin started reading over his shoulder. First,
he snorted with a small chuckle, “Bitchass?” Jungkook only shrugged in response with a smirk.
“Why would your mom and grandma set up a meeting?”

“I have no idea.”

Jungkook: I literally have no idea what you’re talking about

Bitchass: And I’m supposed to believe that?

Bitchass: You want me to believe that after pissing you off that you didn’t run to mommy
and tell her to take away my scholarship?!

Jungkook: Scholarship?

Bitchass: STOP PLAYING STUPID!

Bitchass: My fucking business scholarship – MY KIM BUSINESS SCHOLARSHIP

Jungkook paused, understanding slowly infiltrating his mind. “Shit. Taehyung is a

recipient of my family’s business major scholarship. Fuck, that must be why they want to talk to
him.”

Jimin raised his brow. “Wow. Ma and Gram are fucking gangsta, huh?”

Jungkook chuckled. “I…I just…maybe?”

Jungkook: Taehyung, I honestly don’t know why they’d set up a meeting.

Jungkook: I didn’t even know you got our scholarship

Jungkook: I mean, yeah you fucking pissed me off but I’m not that fucking cold, Tae. I
wouldn’t mess with your education.
 Bitchass: Whatever

Bitchass: Fuck off

Jungkook shrugged as he looked to Jimin. “I mean, I was going to check in with

Grandma about it, but now…”

“You don’t owe him anything, baby.” Jimin assured as he took the phone from Jungkook
and placed it back on his bedside table. “Come on, lay down with me, we need to get up early
tomorrow for Minnie.”

And just like that, Jungkook was reminded of what really mattered in his life. Not his
history with Taehyung, not the recent fight with Taehyung, and certainly not his mother’s business
with Taehyung. But Minji. His daughter. And her first day of first grade. No one would ruin that for
him. Especially not Taehyung.

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Jungkook wasn’t used to getting up quite so early since quitting the café despite his morning
classes three times a week. But Jimin told him that it’d take a bit of time to make sure Minji was
ready to go so he set the alarm a bit earlier. He turned his head as he sat up and pressed a kiss to
Jimin’s bare shoulder. Jimin gave a small sigh, tightened his hold on Jungkook and pulled him back
down. “Baby, we gotta get Minnie ready for school.” Jungkook protested.
 Jimin took a deep breath, pressed a kiss to the crown of Jungkook’s head and released
him. “Alright, let’s give it a whirl.” He laughed. They made their way to Minji’s room after getting
cleaned up quickly.

“Pumpkin…” Jungkook called as he knelt by the side of her bed. “Sweetheart, we gotta
get up.”

Minji groaned as she rolled over and burrowed into her blanket.

“Minnie, it’s your first day of first grade, you wouldn’t want to be late.” Jimin said with a
slightly sterner tone than Jungkook.

Minji rolled back over, her forehead and nose wrinkled in annoyance. “Fine.” She huffed
as she flung her blanket off. Jungkook chuckled as he stood. Jimin handed Minji’s school uniform
to her before stepping out with Jungkook to wait for her to get dressed.

“Minji, you better not have gone back to bed.” Jimin warned.

“I didn’t!” She pulled her door open with a pout.

“Wanna eat or do your hair first?” Jimin asked as he ushered her out of her room. She
sighed a bit, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

“Eat.” She shuffled towards the stairs and took them slowly. Kakuna ran ahead of her and
then waited at the bottom of the stairs, wiggling. Minji paused once she got to the bottom and
patted her head. Jungkook and Jimin flitted about the kitchen preparing a breakfast for her as she
continued to slowly wake up.

Jimin made himself a cup of coffee, pouting towards Jungkook. “Not nearly as good as
when you made it. But it’ll have to do.”

“We could always buy an espresso machine…set up my own little coffee shop in the
kitchen?”

“Don’t tempt me.” Jimin chuckled. Minji took her time eating breakfast, her dads needing
to hurry her along, but soon enough she was ready to head back upstairs to have Jimin do her hair.

Jungkook leaned against the bathroom door frame, soft eyes gazing at the pair of them.
Jimin efficiently pulled Minji’s hair into a halo braid, chatting along with Minji about what she
thought first grade might be like, who she wanted to sit by, and if it would be both of them picking
her up. “I’m sorry Pumpkin, I’ll still be at school.” Jungkook said sadly. “But I want to hear all
about your first day the moment I get back, okay?”

“Okay Dad. Maybe I’ll have homework too that we can do together.”

“Perhaps my love. Even if you don’t, you know you can always sit with me when I do
mine. In fact, I’m working on a very special project that I might need your help with.”

Minji’s eyes found Jungkook’s in the mirror, widened in wonder and excitement.
“Really?” Jungkook nodded. “I’ll help!”

“Good. I’ll tell you about it later.” He flicked his gaze to Jimin, hoping he wouldn’t get
too curious.
 Jungkook was putting Minji’s shoes on her when Jimin paused. It was moments like these
in which he became a bit overwhelmed by how things evolved, wondering why he was so resistant
to letting this beautiful, loving man into their lives. He was so thankful for how patient Jungkook
had been—and still is—with Jimin. He never pushed, never demanded anything more than Jimin
was ready to give. He was just as patient with Minji—both as a teacher and a parent. Jungkook was
always quick to say it was Jimin who taught him how to be a parent, but Jimin could tell that he
was born to be a dad. Fun, caring, stern, goofy—and always, always loving.

“What?” Jungkook asked as he stood from helping Minji and caught Jimin staring.

“Nothing.” Jimin smiled. “Just thinking about how much I love you both.”

Jungkook smiled in response. “Oh! I, uh, made a little something for today.” He said, a
slight pink dusting his cheeks. “Hold on.” He hurried to the study. He came back with a framed
sign and Jimin bit back a sob. There in the frame was a first day of school sign—but not just the
little chalk board signs you always seem to see on social media from proud parents. Jungkook’s had
“Minji’s First Day of First Grade” at the top, but then also had adorable little boxes with fun facts
like “I am 6 years old.” “I want to be an actress when I grow up.” “I love my dads.” And “My
favorite subject in school is story time.”

“Dad! Is that why you asked me questions?” Minji asked after she read the sign.

“It is Pumpkin.” He smiled. “Can I take your picture with it?” Minji’s smile grew as she
nodded and bit her lip. “Alright sweetheart why don’t you climb up into the porch swing and hold
the sign…” Jungkook directed as he pulled out his camera. After a couple shots he turned to Jimin.
“Alright Daddy, go sit with your baby.”

Jimin took a deep breath, willing the tears away. He passed by Jungkook, leaning in to
whisper, “You’re amazing. I love you.”

Jungkook turned his head for a small kiss before nodding towards the swing. “Go on, we
don’t have much time.” Jimin settled in next to Minji on the swing and kissed the top of her head,
Jungkook capturing the moment. Jungkook directed a couple shots, but his favorites were always
the unplanned ones.

“I know we don’t have much time, but, you should have a picture with her too.” Jimin
said.

Jungkook’s eyes turned glassy as he swallowed. “You sure?”

“You’re her dad, aren’t you?” Jimin asked and Jungkook gave a small nod, overcome
with a plethora of emotions. “Then get in there with our little girl, hm?”

Jungkook settled in next to Minji and they both smiled brightly. Jimin’s heart clenched
when he noticed again, just how similar their smiles were—eyes bright and noses scrunched. He
sighed happily as he snapped a few pictures. Jungkook then motioned Jimin to join them. “We need
to get all of us.” He said as he pulled out his cellphone for a selfie. They all leaned their heads
together, trying to get everything in frame. He checked for quality then smiled. “Perfect.” Jungkook
hurried his family off the swing, placing the sign down and grasping her hand. “Come on Pumpkin
we gotta get going.”
 They walked to school together, Minji between them holding their hands tightly. Jimin
knew as he looked over at his baby girl and his partner that he wanted Jungkook forever. While he
may have been unsure at first, he simply couldn’t imagine their lives without him now.

They got to the school, where they saw Jin greeting new students and parents. “Jimin!
Jungkook! My darling Minji!” Minji let go of her dads’ hands and hurried to Jin.

“Uncle Jinnie!” He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Uncle Jinnie, I’m in first grade!”

“I know darling! Are you excited?” He asked as he placed her back on the ground. She
nodded happily as Jimin and Jungkook approached. He smiled towards his cousin-in-law. “First
day of school as a new parent, how does it feel?”

“A bit surreal if I’m honest.”

“I imagine.” Jin nodded. “I can’t really chat, I need to greet all my new babies.” Jimin
and Jungkook nodded their understanding. “Go, get her to class.”

“Come on Minnie.” Jimin said, holding out his hand. She latched back on and they
hurried to her classroom. The kids in the classroom were a mix of rambunctious, excited beans and
shy, apprehensive ones. And then there was Minji, quick to want to bridge the two groups.

“Minji!” A small girl called, Jimin recognized her as Eunbi, her best friend from last
year. She hurried over to her as a man approached them.

“Hi, I’m Mr. Cho, I’ll be your daughter’s teacher this year.” He gave a gracious smile and
held out his hand.

“Park Jimin, Minji’s father.” Jimin said as he took Mr. Cho’s hand and shook it firmly. He
didn’t miss the way Mr. Cho’s gaze flicked over to Jungkook. He released Mr. Cho’s hand and
motioned to Jungkook. “This is Minji’s dad, Jeon Jungkook.”

Neither of them missed the slight widening of Mr. Cho’s eyes before he smiled. “It’s
great to meet you both. Would you like to introduce Minji?”

“Minnie,” Jungkook called. “Come meet your teacher.” Minji hopped up from where
she’d been sitting with Eunbi, encouraging some of the shyer students to join.

Jungkook dropped his hand to the back of Minji’s head. “Minji, this is Mr. Cho.”

Minji held out her hand and he gently took it. “Hi Mr. Cho.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Minji.” He smiled as he crouched down to her level. “Tell me,
what is your favorite thing about school? What are you most excited for?”

“Reading time.” Minji said easily. “I read all the time with Daddy and Dad.”

“That’s wonderful! I like reading time too.” He stood back up. “We’ll start lessons in five
minutes, go find your name on a desk and get settled in.” Minji nodded and hurried off.

She was halted by Jimin. “Minji!” She turned back to her dads. “Aren’t you going to say
goodbye?”
 She came back with open arms, both Jimin and Jungkook lowering into a squat. Jimin
wrapped her up first. “I love you, Doodle-bug. Have a wonderful first day.”

“Love you too, Daddy.” She said sweetly before latching onto Jungkook.

“I can’t wait to hear all about your first day, Pumpkin. I’m so proud of you. Love you so
much.” He squeezed her tightly, shocked by the emotion welling up in him.

She pulled back and placed her hands on his cheeks. “Don’t cry, Dad.” She kissed him
softly.

“How do you always know?” He asked as he squeezed her again.

“Love you, Dad.”

Jungkook sniffled as he released her and stood back up. “Alright, Pumpkin, time to go
find your desk. Daddy will pick you up and I’ll see you this evening.” Jimin rubbed Jungkook’s
back comfortingly before urging him out of the classroom. Once they were back on the sidewalk
Jungkook whispered, “I didn’t think it’d be so hard.”

“Welcome to one of the harder parts of being a dad.” Jimin said with a slight frown. “I
hate being away from her.” Jungkook nodded with a sigh as he reached for Jimin’s hand.

They walked a couple blocks in silence before Jimin spoke. “Kook?”

“Yes, Love?”

Jimin chewed his bottom lip for a long moment. “When you’re done with school and start
things with your family’s business. I think…I think I’d like to cancel the military contract. Do you
think that’d be okay?”

Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s hand. “If that would make you happy. You probably wouldn’t
even have to wait if you wanted to get out earlier. I mean, I know I’m not working, but the trust is
accessible thanks to Grandma.”

“You sure? I don’t want you to feel like you’re oblig—”

Jungkook halted his steps and pulled Jimin to face him. “Don’t even start that, Jimin. I’m
only obligated in the sense that you and Minji are my family, Jimin. Of course, I’m going to take
care of you. We take care of each other, remember?”

Jimin nodded as he caressed the side of Jungkook’s face. “I remember.”

Jungkook glanced at his watch. “Shit. Honey can you drive me to school? I don’t think
I’ll make it there in time.”

“Of course.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Would the time saved give us enough for a
make-out session on the couch?”

Jungkook threw his head back in laughter. He faced Jimin with his eyes crinkled and
bunny smile. “I think we could probably squeeze one in.”
 As Jungkook hurried to the bus stop to get home as quickly as possible to hear all about
his baby’s first day of first grade he paused by the sound of his name, by a voice he knew all too
well. “Jungkookie!”

He turned to see his mom and grandma leaving the administrative building. “Grandma!”
He called as he jogged over. He squeezed her first before pulling in his mom. “Hey mom.” He
pulled back and adjusted his backpack. “What are you two doing here?”

Grandma Kim smiled innocently. “Oh, just taking care of some business.”

Jungkook’s stomach dropped a bit as his brow furrowed. “By business do you mean Kim
Taehyung?”

Grandma Kim turned to Aesook, both of their eyes widened. “Jungkookie, why would
you ask that?”

“Because he blew up my phone freaking out about how I ran crying to you and set up
taking away his scholarship. I didn’t even know he was a recipient of our scholarship.” He
narrowed his gaze on the women in front of him. “I know he was being an ass and said some
incredibly hurtful things, but why would you take away his scholarship?”

Aesook reached out for him. “Sweetheart, we didn’t.”

“So it was about Taehyung.” His face was even.

Grandma Kim nodded. “It was. But love, we didn’t take away his scholarship. We
doubled it, with the condition that he transfer out.”

“Are you serious? Mom! Grandma! You can’t…you can’t just mess with people’s lives
like that!”

“Kookie, we did it for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to!” Jungkook groaned. “I know we’re not good, okay. I get that, I’ll be
the first one to say it. The way he treated me when I was fifteen and the things he said the other
week were so hurtful, so damn hurtful. But that’s between us. That’s not something that needed to
bleed into his—”

“He took the offer, Jungkook.” His mom interrupted.

Jungkook stopped, stunned. “He what?”

“He took the offer. He knew he was out of line with you and Jimin. He also knew that the
doubling of his scholarship and a full transfer to Kyung Hee University was an offer he really
shouldn’t pass up.” Grandma Kim rubbed Jungkook’s arm. “You and Jimin deserve to live your
lives together in peace. I wanted to help.”

“I get it.” He sighed. “Just…could you, I don’t know…run this kind of shit by me if you
ever get the urge again?”

Grandma Kim smiled softly. “Of course, darling.”

 “Okay, well, I really need to get going. It was Minji’s first day of first grade and I want to
hear all about it.” At the mention of Minji both his mom and grandma lit up.

“Let us drive you home.” Aesook offered.

“Yes! I’d love to see the little dumpling. And Minji too.” Grandma Kim teased with a
wink. Jungkook laughed before accepting the ride.

“Oh Jungkookie, your guys’ home is charming!!” Grandma Kim gushed when they
pulled up.

“Yeah, Jimin had great taste when he picked it out for him and Minji.” Jungkook said as
he stepped out.

“It’s your home too now.” Aesook said as she caressed Jungkook’s back before following
him towards the house. Jungkook hummed in confirmation.

He opened up the front door, Kakuna greeting him first before he heard the hurried
socked footsteps of Minji coming from her art room. “Dad!!” She yelled.

“Minji! Don’t yell!” Jimin called from the kitchen.

“You just did!” She yelled back.

Jungkook bit back his laughter, as did Grandma Kim and Aesook. “Hey Pumpkin.” He
greeted as he placed his backpack to the side. She turned the corner and gasped as her eyes
widened.

“Grammy Sookie! Great Gram!” She bypassed Jungkook and hurried to her great gram.

“Oh goodness.” Grandma Kim laughed as she lowered herself to get a hug from her
favorite little girl. “Sweet darling, we’ve missed you.”

Aesook also opened her arms for a hug and stood, the small girl still in her hold. “We ran
into your dad and thought maybe we’d stop in and say hi.”

Jimin, hearing all the commotion, wiped his hands on a towel over his shoulder as he
came into the entryway. Grandma Kim smiled, the image of domesticity warming her heart. “Ah!
Ma! Gram! What a lovely surprise!” He said happily as he greeted them each with a hug and kiss
on the cheek. “Come on in!” He leaned into Jungkook and pressed his lips firmly to his with a
smile before grasping his hand.

“We don’t want to keep you from dinner.” Aesook said quickly. “We just wanted to pop
in and say hi.”

“Oh, no, it’s no bother at all. Still waiting on the rice, actually.” Jimin assured as he led
them all to the dining room so he could finish up dinner. “Wine?” He offered. They both declined
with polite smiles, both of them knowing if they did, they’d get chatty and definitely overstay.

“How was your first day with Mr. Cho, Pumpkin?”

 Minji hurried into Jungkook’s lap with shining eyes. “He’s so nice. We did, um, a…
hmm…”

“A survey.” Jimin offered.

“Yes! A survey of all the things we like and then we’re gonna read them at the end of the
year and see if things changed. Mr. Cho says we’re changing all the time so it’s fun to keep track.”

“Mr. Cho is right. What else did you do, Love?” He asked as she played with his fingers.

“Hmm, we got to play on the playground where I saw Uncle Jinnie!” He smiled towards
his grandma and mom. “And, oh! Oh Dad we got to help with lunch! We all had to wash up and
then help wash the vegetables before the older students cut them up.”

“What is your chore for the classroom?” Jungkook asked.

“I wipe the desks.” Minji said proudly. “Dad, first grade is the best.”

“I’m so glad, Minnie.” He squeezed her tightly and kissed her forehead before she
climbed out of his lap.

“Great Gram, Grammy Sookie, you wanna hear the song Dad’s been teaching me?” She
asked as she reached for both of their hands. “It’s one of Uncle Yoongi’s from my birthday book.
Uncle Yoongi’s so cool.” She finished, her voice awed.

“He really is.” Grandma Kim agreed firmly. “Let’s go take a listen.”

Jungkook went to Jimin in the kitchen as Minji, Grandam Kim, and his mom left the
room. “Where did you run into them?” Jimin asked

“On campus.”

Jimin turned to him, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. “So, he was telling the truth?”

Jungkook nodded with a bit of a shrug. “It was a meeting with him. But they didn’t take
his scholarship away. Agreed to increase the scholarship if he transferred schools.”

“They…paid him off?” Jimin checked the cook on the meat before turning back to
Jungkook.

“I mean, essentially I guess.”

Jimin chuckled lightly. “Kookie, your family’s kinda gangster. Can’t help but wonder
what I got myself into.”

Jungkook pulled Jimin to him by his waist, pulling a small gasp from Jimin’s lips. “Trust
me baby, if anyone’s safe from my mother and grandmother’s wrath, it’s you and Minji.”

Jimin ran his hands through the back of Jungkook’s hair. “Good.” He said softly before
rising on his toes to meet Jungkook’s lips.

“Oh Jungkook!” Aesook gushed as they came back to the dining room. “She’s doing so
well with the piano!”
 Jungkook released Jimin and smiled. “She’s a natural with it, really. I’m not really doing
much.” Jimin quickly smacked his shoulder with his spatula. “Ow! What was that for?”

“You’re a great teacher, Kookie. Don’t belittle yourself like that.”

Jungkook’s grandma and mom didn’t stay long, leaving the small family to have dinner
and chat together. Afterwards, Jungkook took Kakuna for a walk alone. The decision did nothing to
ease the lingering, quiet worry in Jimin’s mind. “I won’t be gone long.” Jungkook promised with a
quick kiss.

Jungkook pulled out his phone as he and Kakuna meandered along the sidewalks. He
fiddled with it, debating on reaching out or not. In the end, he figured he likely needed it more than
the other, so even if it went badly, he’d at least feel better.

Jungkook: Taehyung, I ran into my mom and grandma on campus

Jungkook: I’m sorry

Jungkook: I honestly had no idea they were up to anything. I had just had dinner with
my mom awhile ago and kinda vented about how things went when you came over. I had no idea
you were getting our scholarship.

Jungkook: I just…I just wanted you to know I wouldn’t have asked them to mess with
your schooling.

Quite a bit of time passed, Jungkook noticing that Taehyung seemed to start and stop
numerous messages.

Bitchass: It’s whatever, Jungkook.

Bitchass: Like, yeah, it sucks to have to change schools. But it’s not like Kyung Hee is
something to scoff at. And the extra money definitely helps.

Bitchass: Honestly, I don’t remember your grandma or mom being quite so scary.

Jungkook: LOL they definitely can be

Bitchass: They really love you a lot. And Jimin

Another wide span of time passed.

 Bitchass: And your guys’ daughter

Bitchass: God, I’m so sorry for being so stupid, Kook.

Jungkook: I know. Sorry for hitting you

Bitchass: No you aren’t lol

Bitchass: And I deserved it

Bitchass: I really hope you and Jimin work out. You deserve each other

Bitchass: And I totally mean that in an honest way!

Bitchass: I knew you both, you know? And I know how great you both are…you deserve
good things, and so does he. I hope you’re the good thing for each other.

Jungkook had stopped walking around the ‘your guys’ daughter’ message and remained
stunned, staring at his phone.

Jungkook: Thanks Tae.

Jungkook: I hope things go well in Seoul

Nothing would quite take all the pain away of the things he’d said, how he’d hurt both
Jungkook and Jimin. But somehow this felt slightly better. A heaviness lifted off him, and he took a
deep breath before taking on his next mission.

He scrolled through his phone and decided to call instead of message, knowing it’d be
better for the task. Two rings and the light, happy voice answered. “Ello?”

“Hey Hobi.” Jungkook smiled.

“Kook! Hey, what’s up?”

Jungkook drew in a deep breath and blew it out as he started to wrap and unwrap
Kakuna’s leash around his hand. “Uh, so, you’ve known Jimin essentially forever…”

“I have…”

“So, you’d probably have a lot of pictures and videos and whatnot of him and Minji and
y’all, right?” He started to chew on his lips, worried that Hobi would deny him access.

“Of course.” He chuckled on the other end.

 “Okay, so, I’m starting a bit of um, a project. Would you be willing to email me stuff?
Just, pictures of him and Minji when she was younger, um, any pictures and clips you have of
Jimin. Stuff with you and him and him with Jin and Joon…” He rambled quickly.

“Kook, what are—”

Jungkook panicked a bit. “Please don’t ask me what I’m doing. I swear everyone will
know soon enough, I just, I can’t risk people finding out.”

“You mean certain people.” Hobi said.

“Yes, certain people.”

“I got you.” Jungkook could tell Hobi was smiling on the other end. “Text me your
email.”

“Thanks Hobi, I really appreciate it.”

“Man, if it’s for Jimin, how am I supposed to say no?”

Jungkook laughed. “I know that all too well. Say hi to Yoongs for me, yeah?”

“You got it kid.”

After both conversations he hurried home, knowing that Jimin had been more anxious as
of late. And he knew he was the cause of it. All this sneaking around to plan something big for
Jimin was just planting more and more doubt in Jimin’s mind and Jungkook absolutely hated it.

On his way back he stopped at a small store, picked up a sweet bouquet of roses—a
simple red mix, a reminder of how in love Jungkook was with his partner as well as a mix of
daisies and carnations for his baby girl.

He found Jimin on the couch reading as Minji curled up next to him watching tv. “Hey
loves.” He greeted with kisses to each of them. He handed them each their flowers with a smile,
delighted with Minji’s excitement.

Jimin, on the other hand, eyed him curiously. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just trying not to slack off on that whole wooing you forever thing. Been awhile since
my loves got flowers.”

Minji sat up and hopped off the couch. “Dad, I need a vase.”

Jungkook placed his large hand to her small back and went to head to the kitchen. “Want
me to put yours in a vase too?”

“In a minute. I wanna smell them for a bit first.” Jimin smiled with his face half-buried in
his bouquet.

Jungkook and Minji made their way to the kitchen where Jungkook placed her on the
counter by the sink. He trimmed all the stems then Minji took her time arranging them in her vase.
“Dad, when are we gonna do the project?”

“Ah, well, I think Daddy has a late meeting tomorrow, we could probably start then.”

“Daddy doesn’t know?” Minji asked.

Jungkook shook his head. “Nope.”

“So it’s a secret?” She asked, her forehead scrunched up.

“Ah, we don’t keep secrets in this house, remember?” Minji nodded. “But it is a special
surprise for Daddy. Can you help me keep it a surprise?”

“Yes!”

The next day, before going to class Jungkook swung in to Yoongi’s store. “Holy shit!”
Yoongi exclaimed. “I would say I was positive you were dead, but Hobi said he heard from you just
last night.”

Jungkook grimaced. “I’m sorry, some stuff has been going on, and I promise I’ll catch
you up. But I’m on the way to class, and I just had a big favor to ask of you.”

“You’re just gonna ignore me for days on end and then expect a favor?”

“Actually two favors.” Jungkook laughed.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t surprise me. Alright, kid, what do you need?”

Jungkook swung his backpack around and pulled out a stack of sheet music. “I’ve been
working on something, would like to run it by you, get some feedback.”

Yoongi took the sheets from him and glanced over it. He nodded appreciatively. “Yeah, of
course. What’s the other favor?”

Jungkook dug into the inside pocket of his bag and pulled out the small box. “Could you
keep this in your safe?”

“Kook,” Yoongi started slowly. “Is that…?”

Jungkook nodded with a shy smile and light blush. “You want to see it?”

“You really got it.” Yoongi said. “Yeah, yeah I’d like to see it.”

Jungkook snapped the box open and Yoongi raised his brow as he held the box closer to
inspect the simple yet elegant ring. “Damn, Kook. He’s going to love it.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook asked excitedly.

“Definitely.” He closed the box and smiled at Jungkook. “I’m happy for you, kid. I’ll go
put it in the safe now, can you watch the front of the store for a minute?”
 “Of course.” Jungkook leaned on the front counter while Yoongi tucked Jimin’s
engagement ring away safely. Yoongi came back from his office and leaned against the counter
with Jungkook. “I’m gonna ask him to marry me.”

“Yep.”

“I can’t wait.” Jungkook laughed.

“You going big or more simple and private?”

Jungkook smiled mischievously at his best friend. “Oh, it’s gonna be big. Everyone will
be invited. Even people we don’t know.” Yoongi’s face clearly showed his confusion but Jungkook
only laughed. “I gotta get to class. Thanks again, Yoongs, I appreciate it!”

“I’ll review the song and get back to you.” Yoongi called as Jungkook left the store with
a wave over his shoulder.

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Jungkook, Jimin, Minji and Kakuna walked through Jin and Joon’s back gate for one of the last few
BBQs they’d have for awhile now that fall was settling in and winter would shortly follow. “Uncle
Joonie!” Minji yelled as she ran towards the tall man, who’s dimples deepened with the size of his
smile the moment he saw her

“Hello sweet girl!” He laughed as he scooped her up and smothered her in kisses. He
looked beyond her and smiled. “Hey guys.”

“Hey Joon.” Jimin greeted with a pat to his shoulder.

“It’s good to see you Chim, been awhile again.” He chuckled. “I’m glad it’s for much
different reasons now.”
 “Ha ha, Joon.” He said dryly, knowing that it was a jab at how Jungkook now had
whatever attention was left over after Minji. “Where’s your husband?”

The way Namjoon’s face lit up did not go unnoticed by Jimin. Even almost a month and a
half later, the delight of being married to Jin hadn’t worn off. “Grabbing a couple bottles of wine.”

“Ah, I’m gonna run in, see if he needs help.” Jungkook said quickly with a squeeze to
Jimin’s upper arm.

Jimin knitted his brow. “Help? With a bottle of wine?” Jungkook chuckled as he entered
the house anyway. “He’s so strange sometimes.”

“Ah! Kook!” Jin greeted as he cut the foil on a bottle of wine.

Jungkook hurried to Jin’s side, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Jin. I probably only
have a minute or two.” He tapped his fingers on the counter and chewed his lip. “I’m wondering if
you and Joon have any pictures or videos of you and Jimin? Or Jimin and Minji? I’m, uh, I’m
working on a little something.”

Jin screwed in the corkscrew, and quickly popped the cork, a proud smile on his face as
he looked to Jungkook. “Oh, I’m sure we do.”

“Can you send them to me? Like, all of them. I’ll sort through them.” Jungkook urged,
glancing over his shoulder again.

“He’s not coming in.” Jin assured with a smile. “And I promise we won’t tell him.”

“Thanks Jin, you’re the best.” Jungkook said with a bright smile. They grabbed a handful
of glasses, knowing that Yoongi and Hobi should be joining them soon as well before they headed
back outside.

“Was Kook of assistance, Jin? He seemed convinced you’d need help.” Jimin laughed as
he opened his arms and let Jungkook snuggle into them on the patio loveseat. Jungkook huffed as
he squeezed his arms around Jimin’s waist.

“You know me and my inability to properly use a corkscrew.” Jin laughed. Namjoon
opened his mouth to comment, his face contorted in confusion because Jin certainly wasn’t inept
with a corkscrew. Jin locked his eyes on him and widened them in a silent and firm message to shut
it.

“Don’t know what I’d do without him, really.” Jin chuckled as he poured the four of them
a glass. Jungkook smiled softly at Jin in thanks. They chatted lightly and happily as they settled in,
Minji updating her Uncle Joonie on how fantastic first grade was.

“Jin, I think you may have been replaced by Mr. Cho.” Namjoon teased.

Jin gasped as he placed his hand over his heart, his eyes going wide. “What? How dare
you! Minnie, darling, you haven’t replaced me as your favorite teacher, have you?”

“You’re my favorite uncle?” She offered.

“Hey! I thought that was a title reserved for me!” Hoseok hollered as he hurried up the
stairs to steal Minji from Namjoon’s lap.
 “Try again.” Yoongi said evenly as he reached for Minji, who was giggling and flailing
about. She latched on to Yoongi, arms and legs wrapped around like a koala. He ruffled her hair
and placed a quick kiss to the top of her head. The five people around him couldn’t quite contain
their stunned expressions. Yoongi locked on Jungkook first, “Don’t start.”

Hobi and Yoongi settled in and graciously accepted their glasses of wine from Jin.
“What’d we miss?” Hobi asked.

“Not a lot, Minji gushing about her first-grade teacher Mr. Cho.” Namjoon smiled. “I
don’t think Jin is doing well with it.”

“Feeling replaced, hm?” Yoongi teased lightly.

“All the more reason for you and Joon to have your own little one.” Jungkook said easily.

Jimin lit up, his cheeks full and eyes sparkling as they turned into delighted slits. “Yes!
Are things moving forward with that?”

Jin looked down as a smile overtook him, and Namjoon clasped his hand on top of the
table. “Well, we started paperwork, agency said that things looked good. It’s a long process though,
so I’m trying not to get too excited. Especially since same sex marriages aren’t really recognized as
a marriage and ‘domestic partnerships’ aren’t as favored in adoptions—but not impossible.”

“We’re still excited though, just to have the possibility.” Namjoon said with a wink at Jin.
“I can’t wait.”

“Are you open to any ages or are you looking to like, start from scratch?”

“Jungkook!” Jimin scolded. “They’re children you don’t ‘start from scratch’.”

“What!?” Jungkook exclaimed back. “I’m just wondering if they’d prefer an infant or if
they’re okay with taking on an older kid.”

“Sure, but the way you said it…” Jimin shook his head.

“I mean,” Namjoon interjected before the spat could escalate. “We’re hoping to adopt an
infant, but we’re not opposed to a toddler or older, we’re just aware that the longer they’re in the
system the higher their trauma, and they’ll have more pronounced trauma responses. And while we
aren’t afraid of the additional work…I like the idea of early bonding, you know?”

“That makes sense.” Hobi nodded. “You’re both going to be amazing parents,
regardless.”

“Absolutely.” Jimin agreed. “Any child lucky enough to get you two as parents will be
blessed forever. There’s no doubt in my mind.”
“Well, I know we both strive to be as good as a parent as you’ve always been with
Minji.” Jin said. “You know we’ll be running to you with all our questions.”

Jimin’s cheeks warmed and he bit his lip. He gave a small shake of his head as his hands
started to fidget. “Yeah, of course, I’ll, uh, try my best to help…” Jungkook watched, knowing that
Jimin was playing all the ways he wasn’t a good father in his mind.
 “Not sure you could find a better example of a good father.” Jungkook said he wrapped
his large hand around Jimin’s fidgeting fingers. Jimin looked to Jungkook, finding nothing but utter
reverence in his gaze. He gave a hesitant, thankful smile. “I’m still amazed at how he was able to
do it alone for so long. Not that I’m any kind of savior—” He quickly added. “I continue to learn
from him every single day. I strive to be as good of dad as he is.” He raised Jimin’s hands to his lips
and kissed his knuckles softly.

“God damn he’s so far beyond gone for him.” Hoseok said with a chuckle. Jimin and
Jungkook barely noticed, so far lost in their own moment.

“So, is this how y’all felt with Joonie and I?” Jin laughed.

“We still feel this way.” Hoseok teased.

“Dad!” Minji called as she hurried up the stairs and into his lap. Her cheeks were pink,
and she was huffing slightly from running around the yard with Kakuna, who had followed her up
the stairs. Yoongi leaned down and scooped Kakuna up, a smile tugging at the corners of his
mouth. Hobi watched, ideas churning in his mind.

“Yes, Pumpkin?”

“I’m hungry.”

Jin laughed as he stood and held his hand out for Minji. “Should we go check on dinner?”
She nodded and grasped his hand as she hopped out Jungkook’s lap. Jimin watched fondly as they
went into the house.

“Seriously Joon,” he said turning back to Namjoon. “You guys are going to be great
dads.”

“Thanks, Chim. I’m just worried that the process is going to start wearing on Jin. He’s
already so excited—despite what he said—and it could take a long time to get fully approved and
then matched up, you know?”

“Well, you’re welcome to take our little monster off our hands any time until then.” Jimin
laughed.

Jungkook gasped next to him. “She’s not a monster!” He laughed with Jimin. “She’s a
sweet and perfect little angel who has all my love.”

“None to spare for me?” Jimin pouted as he played with Jungkook’s hands.

“Mmm,” Jungkook started. “My love for you comes from a different reserve.”

“Yep, called his loins.” Hoseok teased.

Jimin snapped his head up. “Oh my God, you perv!” He exclaimed through his giggles.

Jungkook smirked as he looked at Jimin. “Well, I mean,” he quirked his eyebrow. “He’s
not totally wrong.”

Jimin bit his lower lip as he leaned in closer to Jungkook and lowered his voice. “Don’t
start teasing me.”
 Jungkook hooked his hand around Jimin’s waist and pulled him closer, a small yip falling
from Jimin’s lips. Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he leaned in to just under Jimin’s ear. “And what
will you do if I decide to keep teasing you?” He trailed his lips softly over the shell of Jimin’s ear.
He kissed it softly and then kissed just under it. “Will you take me home and lay me out, tease me
until I’m thrashing and begging for your dick? Hm?” He tightened his grip and Jimin sighed.
“Because I’d be okay with that punishment.”

Jimin could feel his breath quicken and cheeks flush as Jungkook’s sultry voice teased
him. He closed his eyes and curled his hand into Jungkook’s hair at the back of his head.

“Oh my God, children are present!” Jin gasped as he stepped out the patio door. He
pressed Minji to his thigh until Jimin and Jungkook pulled apart, guilty pouts on their faces.

“Sorry Jin.” Jungkook said, his face lowered away from Jimin.

“He started it.” Jimin mumbled.

Jungkook turned back to him, aghast. “You’d throw me under the bus!? Wow. And here I
thought you loved me.” `

“Have you seen Jin’s disappointed face? I hate that face! I cannot be the recipient of such
looks.” Jimin laughed.

“Oh, but I can?” Jungkook laughed along with him.

“Daddy.” Minji said as she crawled up into his lap. “Do you like surprises?”

Jungkook’s eyes got impossibly wide. He tried to intercept the conversation but Jimin
quickly smiled at her. “I do, my love. Why?”

“Dad—”

“Oh! Just that, um, we have, uh, mini cheesecakes for after dinner!” Jin hurried to say.
Jungkook shot him a thankful look.

“But—”

Jungkook stood and scooped up Minji. “Hey Pumpkin, I think we need to pick some
music to play.” He said as he carried her into the house where the outdoor surround system was
stationed. He sat her down on the countertop. “Baby.” He started softly. “Were you going to tell
Daddy about our project?”

“I think he’d really like it Dad!” She pouted.

“Yeah, no, of course, Pumpkin. I really hope he will. But it’s not done yet baby, and we
need to keep it a surprise, yeah?” She gave a nod, lower lip still jutted out. He stroked her hair with
a soft gaze on her. “Dad’s not upset sweetheart. It’s just…it’s really important that he not know
yet.”

“When can we show him?” She asked as she ran her small hands over the tops of his.
Jungkook couldn’t help but smile.
 “Soon I hope.” Jungkook knew that if they wanted a spring wedding, he should probably
propose within the next three months so that they’d have time to plan everything. Granted, Joon
and Jin did it in three months, but Jungkook was not looking to try and manage his school work and
planning a wedding in such a short amount of time.

“Jimin, have you heard from your dad at all?” Hobi asked as he absentmindedly played
with the hair at the back of Yoongi’s head. Yoongi’s eyes drifted closed at the soothing sensation.

“Uh, no. But I thought that I may have seen him at Minnie’s play actually.”

“Wait, really?” Namjoon said. “Why didn’t you say anything Chim?”

Jimin shrugged as he took another sip of wine. “Wasn’t sure it was him. I haven’t heard
from him since Minji’s kinder graduation.”

“I bet he misses her.” Hobi said.

“Yeah, maybe. But we all know he doesn’t miss me, so it’s whatever.” Jimin said shortly.

Hobi flicked his gaze between Namjoon and Jin. “Jimin, I’m sure he does.”

“He doesn’t, Hoseok.” Hobi flinched at the use of his full name. “He’s always hated me,
at least a little. Even if he missed me, he’s not willing to accept the man I’m going to spend the rest
of my life with, and I’m not about to accept that.”

His friends remained stunned and quiet. Jimin shifted uncomfortably. “Makes sense to
me.” Yoongi said evenly with a shrug. “I’m sure that’s a tough spot for you though. Has Minji
asked much why he hasn’t been around?”

Jimin shook his head. “Sometimes she asked when my mom is over, but of course she
makes up excuses for him. I think Minnie’s just given up at this point. Even if he did come back for
her…I mean, would it make me a horrible person to not let him if he can’t accept Jungkook?”

Yoongi locked his gaze on Jimin. “Of course not. You need to keep in mind what’s good
—not just for Minji—but for you too. And if he’s not good, then there’s no reason to let him back
in.”

“Thanks Yoongi.” Jimin said softly as Hobi pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s temple.

“Daddy! We picked some new music, wanna dance with me?” Minji asked excitedly as
she bounded out of the house.

Jimin’s face lit up as he smiled at Minji. “You know I’ll never say no to a dance with you,
Doodle-bug.”

Hoseok pulled Yoongi into his hold as they settled in at Yoongi’s apartment after a full
evening of laughter, deep talks, and goofy dancing at Namjoon and Jin’s house. “Yoon?” He asked
with his lips pressed to the back of his head as his arms locked around him. Yoongi hummed. “You
really miss having Kakuna around, don’t you?”

Yoongi shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I spent a lot of time with her when he lived
here.”

“Did you ever have a dog growing up?” Hobi asked as his hands started to draw patterns
over Yoongi’s torso.

“Hmm, no. Mom always said we didn’t have the time or the money for a pet.” He
mumbled. “I got it though, single mom working all the time and me just an irresponsible kid. A pet
surely would have suffered.” Yoongi ran his hands up and down Hobi’s arms. “Did you have pets?”

“A dog and a cat. Rufus and Boo.” Yoongi didn’t need to see him to know he was
smiling. “They got along surprisingly well, always snuggled up together on the couch. Much like
this.” He said giving a squeeze.

“Do you miss them?”

“So much.” They remained locked together on the couch, a comfortable silence filling the
space around them. “Pretty?” Yoongi’s lip curled up as he hummed in confirmation, urging Hobi
on. “What would you say about going to the shelter with me tomorrow? Take a look around?”

“I think…I think that’d be okay.”

Grumpy: Kakuna gets along with other dogs, yeah?

TheKid: Of course

TheKid: I should hope so with all the time she spent at doggie daycare

Grumpy: Think she’ll get along with him?

Grumpy:

TheKid: Yes?

TheKid: Yoongi, what did you do?

Grumpy: I didn’t do it.

Grumpy: Hobi did

TheKid: Wow

TheKid: Only together a few months and y’all already adopted a little one.

Grumpy: Can I come get Minji to help me go shopping for him?

TheKid: Haha, yeah, of course.

TheKid: What’s his name?

Grumpy: Hobi wanted to name him Waffles

Grumpy: I wanted to name him Bean

TheKid: So his name is…?

Grumpy: Ziggy

TheKid: Cute

“Yoongi’s picking up Minnie.” Jungkook purred against Jimin’s ear.

“Oh?” Jimin asked as he put his book down on the coffee table.
 “Mmhm, he needs to pick up stuff for his and Hobi’s new pup, Ziggy.” Jungkook
chuckled.

Jimin turned to him, his mouth open in a round ‘o’ and his eyes wide. “They adopted a
dog together?”

“Looks like things are definitely serious.” Jungkook said as his nose crinkled up with the
force of his smile.

“Hmm…Minji wants a cat.”

Jungkook eyed Jimin carefully. “Are you saying you’d like to adopt a little one with me?”

Jimin glanced to him, licking his lips. “A little one? I mean, maybe you know, if we
decide that—”

“A cat, Jimin. Would you like to adopt a cat?” Jungkook laughed.

“I’d like to consider it.” Jimin smiled, thankful to not take on that conversation just yet.

“We’ll talk about the other later in life, hm?” Jungkook murmured as he wrapped Jimin
up in his arms. “For now, I’d like to discuss how you haven’t properly gotten revenge on me yet for
teasing you the other night.”

“Dammit, Kookie, you need to wait until she’s actually gone before you start things like
this.” Jimin laughed before the doorbell rang. He narrowed his eyes on Jungkook and shook his
head.

“It’s Uncle Yoongi!!” Minji yelled as she came barreling down the stairs.

“Don’t you dare open that door without knowing for sure!” Jimin scolded, causing Minji
to halt with her small hand on the front doorknob.

“Who is it?” She hollered at the door.

A small chuckle could be heard before Yoongi’s voice reverberated through the door.
“Uncle Yoongi.”

Minji turned to Jimin, small hands on her tiny waist. “Told you.”

“Don’t sass your daddy.” Jungkook said evenly as he nodded towards the door. “You can
let him in.”

Minji pulled the door open and promptly squealed. “Daddy! Dad! LOOK!” she bounced
up and down as she held out her little hands. Yoongi held Ziggy in his arms, the small thing
anxiously looking around. “Uncle Yoongi!” She gasped, her excitement barely contained as she
reached out her hands. Yoongi crouched down, keeping a hold of Ziggy. “Uncle Yoongi, he’s so
cute.” She reached out slowly and then ran her hand over his soft, rust-colored fur. He flicked his
small tongue, desperate to kiss her.

“Are you ready to help me shop for him?” Yoongi asked as he stood back up. Minji
nodded quickly. “Kook? Jimin? Is she ready to go?”
 Jungkook approached the entryway. “Yeah, once she grabs a sweater, the evenings are
cooling off.” He said as he grabbed one of her sweaters from the hook on the wall. He cupped the
back of Minji’s head and stroked her hair. “Have fun baby.”

“Can you give us a head’s up when you’re heading back?” Jimin asked softly, a quick
glance at Jungkook giving Yoongi all the information he needed.

He chuckled lowly. “Yeah, of course. Maybe we’ll stop and grab dinner together.”

“Bye Daddy!” Minji called as she grasped Yoongi’s hand and skipped happily out the
door, pulling Yoongi quickly along.

“I didn’t even get kisses.” Jimin pouted.

“I’ll give you more than kisses.” Jungkook promised as he pulled Jimin back from the
threshold.

Jungkook may have had the upper hand as they first crashed into their room, pressing
urgent open mouth kisses to the side of Jimin’s neck and down to nip at his exposed collarbones,
but Jimin was quick to remind him that he’d been bad at Jin and Joon’s. And just as Jungkook had
suggested, it wasn’t long before Jimin had Jungkook spread out on the bed, naked and panting.
“Please, please, Jimin. W-want it so bad.”

“What do you want, baby?” Jimin asked as he kissed the inside of Jungkook’s thighs,
smiling at the sound of a sigh passing Jungkook’s lips.

“If I tell you, you…you won’t give it to me.”

Jimin laughed against Jungkook’s hip before sucking a small bruise into the delicious
curve. “It’s only fair, Jungkookie…teasing me like that…”

Jungkook groaned at Jimin ghosted his lips over the side and head of his aching dick.
“You’re so mean.”

“You started it.” Jimin murmured before wrapping his full lips around the temptation in
front of him. Jungkook fisted the sheets under him as he groaned and his hips twitched. Jimin
placed his palm to Jungkook’s hip and pushed it back down, his eyes narrowed with warning as he
continued to slide Jungkook’s dick into his mouth.

“Baby, God, fuck baby.” Jungkook whimpered as Jimin continued his work. Jimin
reached out his hand, never removing his sinful mouth from Jungkook’s erection, and Jungkook
tossed him the lube. Jimin smirked around him.

He’d already been two knuckles and three fingers into him, but Jungkook got too close to
the edge so Jimin had backed off, much to Jungkook’s horror. He re-lubed his fingers and pressed
against his opening, which accepted him quickly. Jimin’s own dick was hard and heavy, aching to
slide into Jungkook. “Please, please.” Jungkook started to beg again, though by this point he wasn’t
even sure what he was asking for.
 “What does my bun want?” Jimin asked as he finally pulled off Jungkook’s dick but
continued to work his fingers into him.

“In. P-put it in. Please. Shit.”

“Where?” Jimin teased. He reached up and traced along Jungkook’s lips—dry from all
his panting. “Here?” Jungkook opened his mouth and took Jimin’s fingers in. He slid his tongue
around them, sucked them as he groaned. Jimin’s eyes fell closed and his dick twitched at the
scene, but he forced himself to stay on task. “Or here?” He asked as he curled his fingers up and
pressed against Jungkook’s prostate.

“Oh my God.” Jungkook whimpered before sucking on Jimin’s fingers with more
desperation.

“I still don’t know where you want it, Koo.”

Jungkook threw his head back, eyes clenched tight. “Fucking anywhere, Jimin. Please…
just…”

“Are you going to tease me in public anymore?” Jimin asked as he leaned back down and
kissed over the head of Jungkook’s red, leaking dick.

“Y-yes.” Jungkook laughed.

Jimin laughed over him as well. “You truly are shameless.” He kissed his abs softly. “I’m
so in love with you.”

“You’re so soft.” Jungkook teased.

Jimin’s gaze shifted in an instant, dark and intense. He pulled his fingers from Jungkook
and quickly grasped his thighs, pulling his hips up. “Am I?” He asked as his hard dick slid along
the crack of Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook whimpered in response as he shook his head.

“Please.” Jungkook moaned again, but this time Jimin met his request. After coating
himself in more lube, he finally pressed against Jungkook’s hole. “Yes, yes.” He chanted as he felt
Jimin start to breech his opening.

“Shit, Kook.” Jimin panted from between his thighs as he pressed in further. He licked
his lips and locked his gaze on his partner. Jungkook was splayed out, glistening with sweat,
panting, and flushed. His muscles twitched and his fists dug into the bedding. “Fuck you’re so
beautiful.” Jimin said as he ran his palm up Jungkook’s torso, his abs tightening under Jimin’s hand
as Jimin languidly rocked his hips into him. “I love you.”

Jungkook’s chest heaved, but he met Jimin’s gaze and smiled as he bit his lip. “Love
you.” He fought to catch some of his breath before he smirked and said, “Now do me like you
fucking mean it.” Jimin chuckled before gripping onto Jungkook’s hips so hard he wouldn’t be
surprised to find small bruises there in the morning. He hoisted Jungkook’s hips up higher and
snapped his hips, quick and hard. When Jungkook cried out in bliss he knew he was right on his
prostate. He turned relentless, watching Jungkook lose himself to the pleasure coursing through his
body. “God, fucking, f-fuck yes, there, there, there.” Jungkook cried out.
 Jimin felt himself trembling, his orgasm threatening to overtake him. “Fuck, Kookie,
God, you feel so fucking good.” Jungkook reached down and grasped himself, jerking himself to an
explosive climax, his pulsating hole quickly pulling Jimin’s orgasm out as well. “Kook—Ahhhh,
fuck Kookie. God, fucking…” He finished in a long groan, incapable of any coherent words, as he
kept himself pressed tightly in Jungkook.

They remained together, panting and trembling. Jimin drew his fingers along Jungkook’s
slick skin with his eyes closed, trying to slowly come down. “Holy shit.” He sighed.

Jungkook hummed in agreement under him. “Mm, yep. Definitely teasing you in public
again.”

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“So how’s the project coming along?” Narae asked as she and Jungkook chatted on their way to
class. He’d ran some ideas by her when he first started hashing the proposal out in his head, and she
often checked in on his progress.

“Really well, I think. The guys have been great in getting me pictures and videos. Minji
loves going through them with me. I swear I could make it an hour long but know I shouldn’t. It’s
a bit of a challenge deciding which ones to use.”

“I can only imagine. Got your timeline nailed down yet?” She asked as she placed
Jungkook’s coffee on his desk.

Jungkook smiled in thanks, taking a sip. “Well, midterms are in a couple weeks…I’d like
to get everyone to Seoul probably the week after? I think I’ll manage to get it done by then.”

“So, like, late November?” Narae asked as she mentally flipped through the weeks.

“Yeah, I think we should plan on November 26th. Are you available to be there? I’ll have
rooms booked for everyone at one of the hotels. I just really want him to be surrounded by
everyone we love you know?”

Narae’s lip quirked up and her nose wrinkled lightly. “You love me?”

Jungkook laughed. “Shut up, you know we both think you’re great. You’re one of the
main things keeping me sane as I attempt this whole university thing.”
 “I’d love to be there, Kook.”

“Good afternoon Ki!” Jungkook greeted as he and Minji stepped into the Park Dojang.

“Well hey, Jungkook! Minji!” He greeted with a smile. “What brings you in?” He asked
as he picked up Minji and then placed her on the front counter. Students milled about around them,
taking shoes off, putting shoes on, chatting amongst each other.

“Think Jimin could spare five minutes?” Jungkook asked as he continuously shuffled
around to accommodate the mix of students.

“For you two, I’m sure he’d spare six.” Kihyun laughed.

Jungkook pulled Minji down from the counter and grasped her hand as they walked
towards the practice space. They continued around the mat, catching Jimin’s eye as he chatted with
a parent. His lip pulled up softly as he gave a small nod acknowledging them. Jungkook pulled
Minji into Jimin’s office where they waited.

“My loves!” Jimin said happily as he entered his office. He squeezed Minji first, pressing
a kiss to her cheek before grasping Jungkook and doing the same.

“Hey babe.” Jungkook said with another quick kiss. “We were on our way to Yoongi’s
actually and wanted to pop in and let you know we’ll likely be home a bit later – not too late of
course with school tomorrow — but we’ll grab some take-out on the way home so don’t worry
about making dinner.”

“Ah, big plans? Puppy playdate?” Jimin asked as he grabbed a handful of almonds and
munched happily.

“Minji will entertain Ziggy while Yoongi and I look at a piece.” Jungkook explained,
swallowing thickly, hoping Jimin wouldn’t ask more about it.

It would appear he would have no such luck. “You’re writing? I wouldn’t have thought
you’d have time with school and all.”

“It’s a special project.” Minji interjected before Jungkook could fib and say it was a piece
of Yoongi’s, causing Jungkook’s ears to heat up. “Very important.”

Jimin smiled at her, then at Jungkook, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Do I get to hear
it?”

Jungkook knew Jimin was baiting him. “Yeah. Once it’s done.”

Jimin tilted his head to the side, eyes widening with a pout. “But I always get to hear
your works in progress. Come on Koo, I could help.”

Jungkook shook his head. “Don’t look at me like that. I promise you’ll hear it soon.”
 Jimin huffed, pout still heavy on his lips. “Alright. I gotta get to class. Don’t be too late
coming home, I’m sure both of you have homework.”

Jungkook stood from his seat and met Jimin in a soft kiss. “Love you. I promise you’ll
hear it soon.”

Jimin hummed against his lips as his fingers played with the hair at the back of
Jungkook’s head. “Okay. I love you too.” He smiled as he pulled back and then knelt to Minji.
“Have fun at Uncle Yoongi’s baby girl. Love you.”

Minji wrapped her arms around Jimin’s neck and kissed his cheek. “Love you more,
Daddy.” Then she leaned towards his ear. “You’re really gonna like it.” She whispered, pulling a
chuckle out of Jimin.

Jungkook laid down the main vocals for his piece with Yoongi, trying to hold back the
overwhelming emotion that tightened his throat. “You’re doing great.” Yoongi promised as
Jungkook took a break. “It’s a beautiful piece. Jimin’s going to love it.”

“I hope so.” Jungkook said as he sipped the honeyed tea Yoongi made.

“Dad!” Minji called as she hurried in with Ziggy hot on her tail. “Can I listen?”

“It’s pretty rough, Uncle Yoongi needs to mix it yet, but uh, sure.” He motioned her over
and put her up on his hip. He pouted slightly, knowing that she’d soon outgrow his hip. He wished
he’d had met Jimin earlier, joined the family earlier. He couldn’t deny that the idea of adopting a
baby with Jimin was becoming more and more appealing. But Minji would always be his number
one. He smiled at her as Yoongi set up the track to play the rough mix.

Jungkook’s piano came first, a simple melody, then his voice joined, singing of how
Jimin came to his life, igniting dreams and overwhelming emotions that he wasn’t sure of at first
but then how things cleared and he became certain that with him he was happy—so happy he was
breathless. Lost in euphoria. The song offered questions of if Jimin had been looking for this dream
as well. How they joined not just through destiny, but through pain. Minji lit up as the song
continued. Yoongi had yet to layer in the strings that he’d composed, but Jungkook wasn’t worried.

“Dad.” Minji gasped. “Your voice is so pretty.”

Jungkook’s eyes welled. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”

“Daddy’s gonna love it.” She said as she latched her hands around his neck and kissed his
cheek. “I love it.” Jungkook swallowed the threat of tears, desperate to keep it together until he was
finished recording.

“Yoongi, what do we have left for vocals? Any more takes needed?”

“Not on the main track, but we need your backing vocals.” Yoongi said as he backed up
the track and made some notes.

Jungkook checked the time. “Okay. We probably got about another forty-five minutes or
so before we should head home. Is that enough time you think?”
 Yoongi shrugged. “Depends, how’s your throat feeling? You good? If not we can
certainly do the backing track another time.”

“No, no I’m good. I really kinda need this finished so I can add it to the video.” Jungkook
said as he put Minji back on the ground. “Baby, if you can stay really quiet, you can stay.
Otherwise you can take Ziggy back to the living room.”

“I won’t make a sound. Promise.” Minji said as she crawled into the chair next to
Yoongi’s mixing board. Yoongi picked up Ziggy and placed him in Minji’s lap.

Minji stayed true to her word and remained quiet while Jungkook did a few takes of his
backing vocals. It thankfully only took about a half hour, giving Jungkook and Minji plenty of time
to pick up dinner. Minji had a tight hold of Jungkook’s hand as they walked the couple blocks home
from the bus stop. “When can Daddy hear the song?”

“I think, Pumpkin, that everything should be ready in the next couple weeks. But then I
have a lot of big tests to take, so I think…” He took a deep breath and looked down at Minji, her
eyes wide and expectant. “I think we’ll plan on late November, okay?”

Minji nodded as she bit her lip. “Okay.”

“Not a word to Daddy.” Jungkook said sternly.

“I know.” She bemoaned. Jungkook chuckled as she huffed before opening the door to
Jungkook’s ultimate favorite place. Jimin’s house, their home, the place where he felt safest and
most loved. Nothing would ever compare to the feeling of coming home.

“Ah! Thank God!” Jimin exclaimed. “I’m starving.” He declared dramatically.

Minji giggled as she took of her shoes then ran to Jimin. “Ziggy is the best, Daddy. We
had so much fun.”

“Oh, you better not let Kakuna hear you say such things!” Jimin teased.

“No, no. Besides my Kuna.” She assured. “Uncle Yoongi’s music stuff is so neat! He can
change all the sounds with just these little, push thingies, like louder or higher and lower, or faster
and slower. So cool.”

Jimin widened his eyes and raised his brow. “It sounds really cool.” He glanced behind
Minji and softened his gaze on Jungkook and winked.

Jungkook’s time suddenly felt like less and less as classes amped up, projects piled on,
and the proposal project came together. He often found himself locked in the study, buried in books
or editing. Jimin and Minji essentially only saw him to eat, to spend about a half hour playing with
Minji, and tuck in time. Jungkook wanted to get ahead of some deadlines so he could finalize the
proposal plans.

He groaned and stretched out before lightly banging his head into his Principles of
Management book. “Hey, hey.” Jimin called as he placed his hands to Jungkook’s broad shoulders.
“Don’t literally beat yourself up over…what class is this?”

“Principles of Management.” Jungkook mumbled, his face smooshed into the pages.

“Don’t beat yourself up over principles of management. Take a break, yeah? Want some
tea? Water?” He asked as he massaged his shoulders and pressed a kiss to the back of his head. He
leaned a little forward to just beside his ear. “A blow job?”

Jungkook burst into laughter. “Fucking hell, Jimin.”

“Is that a yes or a no?” Jimin chuckled.

“That’s a maybe later. I really need to study for this midterm.” He turned his face towards
his partner. “But, don’t think I don’t appreciate the offer.”

“You’ve got this, baby. You’re gonna do great. I’m so proud of you.” Jungkook pushed
his chair back and swiveled towards Jimin. He grabbed him by the ass and pulled him to straddle
his lap. Jimin laughed lightly as he draped his arms over Jungkook’s shoulders.

“Thank you.” Jungkook said as he lowered his face to the crook of Jimin’s neck. He ran
his nose over the soft skin there before pressing small kisses against him.

“For what?” Jimin asked softly as his fingers trailed up the back of Jungkook’s head.

“Being so patient and understanding with all of this. Are you ready for four more years of
this? I’m sure it’ll only get worse.” Jungkook said between kisses.

Jimin sighed as he rolled his head to the side, beckoning Jungkook for more attention.
Jungkook started to kiss more firmly, gently pulling the skin between his teeth. Jimin moaned
before saying, “I know what I signed up for Kookie. We’ll get through it.”

“You’re too good for me, Jimin.” Jungkook murmured as his lips traveled from the side
of his neck to the front of it, then along his jaw.

“Stop.” Jimin scolded. Jungkook pulled away from him instantly. “No, not that.” Jimin
laughed, pulling Jungkook’s face back to his neck. “Stop saying I’m too good for you.” He said as
Jungkook resumed kissing him. “You’re perfect for me, Kook. I used to think you were too good
for me, but we’re kinda perfect for each other, don’t you think?”

“I do.” Jungkook smiled as his hands squeezed Jimin’s waist. “I love you, Jimin.”

“And I love you.” Jimin said as he urged Jungkook’s face away from his neck. He
pressed a kiss to his forehead, and then his lips. “Get back to work. I’ll bring you some tea.” He
said before climbing out of his lap. Jungkook gave his ass a playful smack as he left. Jimin laughed
and shook his head.

“So, you two got together in college, how did you manage your time? Like, how did you
not end up feeling neglected?” Jimin asked as he sat with Jin and Namjoon at Common Ground
Café, missing their favorite barista, but enjoying the coffee nonetheless. Minji was spending some
much-needed time with Grammy Sookie and Papa Jinho.

“Jimin.” Jin said softly. “Are you feeling neglected?”

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, but the pout on his face answered loud and clear. “And just
think, eight months ago we couldn’t even get you to consider dating. And now look at you.”
Namjoon teased lightly. “Jungkook sure did a number on you.”

“Don’t tease him, Joon.” Jin scolded.

“I just miss him sometimes, that’s all. Even though he’s literally in the next room.” Jimin
said as he swirled his straw in his cup.

“We get it.” Namjoon said. “We really, really do. And it’s not easy. It’s important to
remember how independent you were before him, you know? Get out and do stuff for you while
he’s busy with schoolwork. When’s the last time you went to Hobi’s studio?”

Jimin chewed his bottom lip. “It’s been a bit.”

“Take Minnie and go dance with Hobi some evenings. Play at the park before it gets too
cold. Start Christmas shopping.” Jin said.

“While Kook’s attention might be drawn other places, he doesn’t love you any less.”
Namjoon assured. “You and Minnie are seriously everything to him. I’m sure it’s killing him, too.”

“I know. I know I’m being selfish. God, I’m always so selfish.” Jimin groaned.

“Stop that.” Jin demanded. “It’s not selfish to want to spend time with those you love.”
He reached out and patted the top of Jimin’s hand. “And when you do get time with him, make it
count. Whether that’s having meaningful conversations or mind-blowing sex. Just make sure no
time is wasted.”

“That’s been the routine thus far.” Jimin laughed.

“Then you’re doing just fine.”

“Any progress on the adoption stuff?” Jimin asked as he picked at the scone in front of
him.

“No.” Jin sighed.

“But at this point no news is good news.” Namjoon said quickly. “At least there hasn’t
been any calls saying they took us off the table completely. So for now, it’s still going okay.”

“God, I want a baby so bad.” Jin whined. “I know the chances aren’t very good, but I
can’t help hoping and praying—”

“To a God you don’t believe in.” Namjoon interjected.

“To a God I don’t believe in, that we’ll be chosen to love and care for a baby.”
 “They’d be stupid not to chose you.” Jimin said with a small smile. “Did you know that
Hobi and Yoongi adopted a dog together?”

Jin and Namjoon laughed delightedly. “They what? Seriously?” Namjoon laughed.

Jimin nodded with a giggle. “Named him Ziggy. Here, I have a picture!” He pulled out
this phone and turned it to his best friends.

“Oh my, he’s adorable!” Jin gushed.

“Minji loves him. But assures us that Kakuna is still her favorite.”

“They’re really good together too.” Namjoon said. “I feel like Yoongi keeps Hobi
grounded, and Hobi keeps Yoongi light-hearted. A nice balance.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen Hobi so smitten with anyone since Kai.” Jimin said before taking
another sip of his coffee.

Jin furrowed his brow. “That’s the one that left for Spain, right?”

“Yep. I feel like it was extra hard for Hobi because their relationship was good you
know? No bad blood between them at all. Just too much distance. Hobi couldn’t even bear the
thought to try. He needs too much physical touch I think to survive a long-distance relationship.”

“Clearly Yoongi is doing well in that department then.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Who would’ve thought that Yoongi was so affectionate?”

“Ah, come on guys. He’s got a rough exterior, but it’s clear he’s a marshmallow inside.
Just look at him and Minnie.” Jimin said.

“Fair enough.” Jin said, his hands up in surrender. The three of them sipped their drinks
in comfortable silence for a minute until Jin looked to Jimin with a glint in his eye and a smile on
his face. “So…any more talk between you and Jungkook, you know, about getting married?”

Namjoon sucked in a breath, swallowed hastily, then starting coughing with his eyes wide
and set on Jimin. “What?”

Jimin eyed Jin. “I would have thought that he’d be the first person you’d tell.”

Jin shrugged. “Looks like he knows now.”

Jimin shook his head. “You’re terrible. Looks like I can’t deny it now.” He turned to
Namjoon, who’s face was slowly returning to its natural color. “Kook and I have touched on the
idea of getting married.”

“Jimin.”

“Kook didn’t say anything to you?” Jimin asked. “I figured you know, you two are so
close…” he bit his lip. “Do you think, maybe, the talk wasn’t as serious for him?” Jimin’s eyes
widened worriedly.
 Jin, knowing the project Jungkook was currently working on, jumped in as quickly as
possible to keep Jimin’s anxiety at bay. “No!” He cleared his throat. “No, Jimin, I think that Kook
is definitely as serious about you as you are him. There’s no way he’d lie to you or lead you on…
especially with something like marriage. No way.”

“Yeah.” Jimin said with a deep breath. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Jungkook was in Yoongi’s music shop, taking a listen to the finished version of his song.
It was breathtakingly perfect. “Yoongi, you’re amazing.”

“Hey, you did most of the work. A labor of love, quite literally. It’s incredible, kid.”

“God, the strings! They just…ugh, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

“How’s the video coming?” Yoongi asked.

“Aside from layering the music, it’s done.” Jungkook smiled as he bit his lip. “It’s almost
time.”

“Still the weekend of the twenty-sixth, right?” Yoongi asked as he pulled the flash drive
from his system and handed it to Jungkook.

“That’s the plan.” He said with a deep breath. “You and Hobi are coming, yeah? I got
rooms blocked out at one of our hotels.”

“You know we wouldn’t miss it. Our best friends getting engaged, what kind of jackasses
would we be if we weren’t there?” Yoongi’s lip quirked up. “One of the greatest benefits of being
our own business owners. We can close whenever we need to or leave someone else in charge. The
moment you gave us a date, we made arrangements.”

“You’re the best, Yoongs.” Jungkook said with a cheeky smile.

“Yeah, yeah.” Yoongi said dismissively. “Go on, get out of here and finish that video.”

“Thank you again, it’s perfect.”

Jimin was on his way to Aesook and Jinho’s place to pick up Minji, when his phone rang
with a number he didn’t think he’d ever see again. “Hello?” He answered tentatively.

“Jimin.” The deep voice said through a sigh.

“What do you want, dad?” He said evenly, though his insides trembled.

“I want—I was hoping you’d let me see Minji.”

 Jimin had never heard this tone from his father. Resigned, sad, ashamed. “You know what
the conditions were to see her.”

“I know.”

“And?” Jimin’s tone took an edge, the protectiveness over Jungkook filling his chest.

“…And it doesn’t seem like he’s going anywhere. Your mother adores him. He, uh, he
can’t be that bad.”

“Did you come to Minji’s play?” Jimin asked suddenly.

“What?”

“Minji’s play. I thought—”

“I did.” His father admitted. “Your mother mentioned it, had the announcement on the
fridge, probably hoping consistently seeing it would get to me. It did.” He paused. “She was
wonderful.”

“You left. Without saying anything to her, you just walked out.” Jimin huffed.

“You made it clear I wasn’t welcome, Jimin.”

“Only until you came to terms with me and Jungkook. I want you in her life, dad. She
misses you. But I won’t let you belittle our relationship or disrespect Jungkook. I won’t. This is it,
dad. He’s it for me. And I deserve it. I deserve to finally be happy. I won’t let you ruin that.”

His father sighed on the other end. “I don’t want to ruin it.” He said, his voice smaller
than Jimin had ever heard it.

“Come by this weekend with mom. We’ll have dinner.” Jimin said. “I need to go.”

“Thank you, Jimin.”

“Sure.” Jimin said shortly before ending the call.

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“I don’t particularly want to see him, Grandma.” Jungkook groaned as he called her between
classes. “When Jimin told me that he set up a dinner all I could think about were all the hateful
things Hojun said to Jimin, the horrific names he called him, and how violently he beat him.” He
narrowed his gaze on the sidewalk under his feet. “I don’t want him in our house.”

“Jungkookie, I know you’re feeling extra protective of Jimin right now, but sweetie, I’m
sure Jimin is looking for some understanding, some closure. And surely he’s thinking more of
Minji than he is himself.”

“Of course he is.” Jungkook grumbled. “And, sure, he’d been good with Minji—from
what I’ve heard—but.”

“But being good to Minji doesn’t make what he did to Jimin okay.” Grandma Kim
finished softly for him.

“Yes, exactly!” Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he paused at the steps leading up to the
building his Image and Design course was held. “I can’t believe I have to see him in less than five
hours.”

“No more throwing fists, Jungkook, you hear me?” Grandma scolded.
 “Yeah, yeah. Hojun would have some military sniper take me out.” He dismissed. “Thank
you for taking Minnie to a movie, too, grandma. We thought it best she not be there.”

“And I agree. She can see him later if this all goes well. You and Jimin will make it
through this too, Kookie, I promise.” Her kind voice wrapped around him, easing his anxiety and
comforting him as it had the last two decades. “Get to class sweetheart, I’ll see you later.”

Minji hadn’t even thought twice about her Great Gram picking her up later in the day,
happy to spend the evening with her. Jungkook and Jimin fixed happy smiles on their faces as they
bid her farewell with hugs and kisses. “I want to hear all about the movie when you get back.”
Jungkook said with a tight squeeze.

“Not too much sugar.” Jimin warned Grandma Kim with a laugh.

“Me!?” She gasped through her own laughter. “What kind of Great Grandma do you take
me for?”

“The best kind.” Jimin smiled. “Hence the not too much sugar.” Grandma Kim placed her
small hands to the sides of Jimin’s face with a gentle smile. “Thank you.” He said softly.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re welcome. We’ll see you later. Love
you boys.”

“Love you too Grandma.” Jungkook and Jimin said before saying their goodbyes to
Minji.

“Ready?” Jungkook asked as he turned to Jimin behind the closed door.

“Not in the least.” Jimin admitted. Jungkook reached out and locked his hands together
with Jimin’s.

“No matter what happens with him, Jimin, we’ll be fine. I got you.”

“And I got you.” Jimin promised as he pulled Jungkook closer by their hands. Jungkook
gazed down at Jimin, eyes soft and filled with adoration. “If he gets out of line, I’ll handle it.”

“I know you will.” Jungkook said softly before lowering his face just enough to press his
lips to Jimin’s.

They pulled away to finish dinner and get ready. Jimin was upstairs and Jungkook was
setting the table when the doorbell rang. Jungkook glanced up the stairs before stepping to the front
door. He swung it open to be met with Chanri’s nervous smile, and Hojun’s stoic face. “Good
evening Chanri.” He smiled first before turning to Hojun. “Mr. Park.”

“Hello dear.” Chanri said softly as she reached up to caress his upper arm as he ushered
them inside. Hojun followed behind silently. He gave Jungkook a nod of acknowledgement.
Jungkook clenched his jaw and willed himself to remain calm. He watched Hojun as he entered his
home, his mind playing horrific tricks on him—picturing him standing over a smaller Jimin,
seething and filling the air around them with hate, demeaning him, hurting him. Jungkook’s fists
tightened.
 “Honey! I thought I heard the door—” Jimin said hurriedly as he came down the stairs.
“Oh. Hi mom, dad. We weren’t expecting you for a little bit yet.”

“Sorry we’re a touch early dear.” Chanri said as she slipped her shoes off. Jimin met
Jungkook’s eye and noticed how tense the younger man already was. He hurried down the last half
of the stairway and wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s waist. His father’s face twitched lightly but
he cleared his throat and tried to offer something that resembled a hint of a smile.

“Oh, no problem. Dinner’s just about finished. Can I get either of you a drink? Kookie
picked up some wine, mom. Dad, I have a nice bottle of scotch.” Jungkook’s muscles hadn’t
relaxed yet, and as he watched Jimin hurry to accommodate someone who treated him so poorly—
they only continued to get tenser.

“Where’s Minji?” Hojun asked.

Just as Jungkook’s gaze narrowed and his mouth opened, Jimin tightened his hand on his
waist and spoke first. “Jungkook’s grandmother took her to a movie.” Hojun turned to Jimin and
Jungkook, the disappointment visible under a layer of defensive annoyance. “Didn’t figure we’d
actually get to talk about things that needed to be talked about with her here.”

Hojun held his gaze evenly on Jimin as Chanri stepped away from his side, instead
reaching for Jungkook. “Darling, I’d love a glass of wine. What did you pick up?” Jimin hesitantly
released him and then watched as Jungkook led his mother to the kitchen.

“You can hang your jacket behind you.” Jimin said shortly. “On the rocks or straight up?”

“Straight up, Jimin, you know that.”

They gathered in the kitchen, Jungkook and Chanri chatting lightly over their white wine
and Jimin and Hojun sipping scotch together between tense, superficial topics. Jungkook kept
looking at the other two men, wanting to be near his partner. Chanri touched his arm gently and
shook her head lightly.

“Jimin, I was told that you requested that your contract be terminated with the special
forces.” Hojun said.

“I did.” Jimin said calmly.

“You think that was the best idea?”

“We’ll be fine.” Jimin assured. “Better than fine. We’re doing great, Dad.”

“That was a very lucrative position.” Hojun commented as he placed his glass on the
quartz countertop.

“It’s an inconvenient position at this point.” Jimin said. “And I didn’t like how you held it
over my head. We don’t need that position to do well in this house, which means we don’t need to
avoid pissing you off either.”

Hojun pursed his lips. “I see. So the dojang is doing well, then?”

“Of course it is.” Jimin said.

 Hojun wanted to tell his son he was proud of him, but the words got stuck, strangled by
the past and lack of apologies. “And Jungkook is helping? With the finances?”

“Not sure how that’s relevant.” Jimin mumbled through tight lips.

“I take that as a no. You’ve worked hard to be so independent, Jimin. I’d like to know
that some kid isn’t coming in to take advantage of that.” Jimin almost laughed at the backhanded
compliment.

Jimin narrowed his gaze on his father as he tried to count to ten. “Wow. Not even going
to wait until dinner’s served to start coming for my partner. Impressive. But I’d expect nothing less
from the great Admiral Park.” He scoffed. “Jungkook isn’t taking advantage of anything. He’s
added so much to this household, he’s made my life a thousand times better. Mine and Minji’s.”
Jungkook’s heart swelled with Jimin’s defense of him.

Before Hojun could offer a retort, the doorbell rang again. Jungkook’s lip quirked up as
he excused himself to answer the door. His parents stood before him and offered him encouraging
smiles. “They’re already here.” He said softly. He and Jimin decided to invite the Jeons as a bit of a
buffer, not wanting Jimin’s mother to take on that entire role.

“How are things going?” Aesook asked softly as she kissed Jungkook’s cheek.

“I hate him.” Jungkook grumbled under his breath.

“But you love Jimin. This needs to be done, Jungkook.” Jinho said with a squeeze to his
shoulder as Jungkook nodded.

“Aesook, Jinho!” Chanri exclaimed, both delighted and surprised. “I didn’t know to
expect you both here.” She came around the island and embraced Aesook. “Hojun, this is Jeon
Aesook and Jeon Jinho – Jungkook’s parents.”

Hojun’s face contorted slightly, as though he was attempting to make sense of something
as Jinho reached to shake his hand. “Admiral Park.” Jinho greeted.

“Jeon Jinho…I believe we’ve met.”

Jinho offered a bit of a smile, though Jungkook could tell it was forced. “You’ve been an
appreciated contributor to the Kim Jeon Federation for quite awhile. Been to the last three annual
galas.”

“Yes, yes. You’re…you’re Jungkook’s parents.” Hojun said, taken aback as the pieces
came together.

“Our pride and joy right there.” Jinho looked over his shoulder and smiled at where
Jungkook had finally gone back to Jimin, his large palm at the small of Jimin’s back, rubbing small
circles. “And we love your son. He’s been great such a wonderful addition to our family, we’ve
never seen Jungkook so happy.”

“He’s,” Hojun cleared his throat. “you, uh, consider him family?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Aesook chimed in with a dazzling smile in Jimin’s direction. “We
couldn’t be happier to have both him and Minji as part of our family. We adore them both.”
 Hojun was clearly conflicted. It was essentially five against one at this point. “Well, I’m,
uh, I’m glad then.”

“And Jungkook is part of your family.” Jinho said sternly, leaving little room for
argument. But if anyone was willing to take on that argument, it’d be Hojun.

Jimin jumped in first with a snort. “I’d have to be part of Admiral Park’s family first.”

“Jimin.” His mother gasped.

Jimin shook his head as he evened his gaze on his father. “I can’t be though, isn’t that
right, Dad? Because ‘Parks aren’t fags.’”

“Hojun you didn’t.” Chanri breathed. Aesook and Jinho locked eyes, hearts breaking,
before turning back to Jimin’s father. Hojun’s eye twitched under the judgement.

“It was many years ago.” He attempted to defend the statement.

“And you think he forgot?” Jungkook snapped. “Your rejection of him destroyed him
from the inside out. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to him that you were wrong. There’s
nothing wrong with him, Hojun.”

“It took mom some time, a-and I get that this isn’t an easy thing to just…change your
mind on.” Jimin swallowed down his pain and tried regain his courage as he attempted to de-
escalate the tension filling the kitchen. “But, like I said on the phone, if you want any contact with
Minji you need to accept Jungkook.”

Hojun nodded. “I want to try.”

“That’s all we ask.” Jimin said before turning to Jungkook. “Babe, want to dish up?”

“I’ll help.” Chanri offered with a smile.

“I just need a minute.” Jimin whispered as he ran his hand through Jungkook’s hair
before kissing his cheek softly. Jungkook nodded and watched him leave the room.

Jungkook then turned his steely gaze to Hojun. “Listen, I get that you don’t approve of
Jimin’s relationship with me. However, you need to realize we’re more than ready to carry on and
move forward without any interaction with you. Minji misses you and I know you love her—and
you might feel it’s unfair to her if we cut you out. Maybe it is, but I’m not going anywhere, and you
don’t get to come back just because of Minnie. Jimin doesn’t deserve to be ignored or tossed aside.
Jimin is amazing. Resilient and determined. Motivated and kind. You should be so fucking lucky to
know him the way we do. I’m going to marry your son, Hojun. He’ll be a Jeon. Minji will be a
Jeon. And I’ll be damned to let you anywhere near either of them if you continue to disrespect him
and belittle our relationship. You won’t have to worry about any fags in your family, because
they’ll be my family.”

Jungkook sighed before turning from Hojun and facing his father. “I’m going to go check
on my partner.”

“Of course, Kook. Go ahead. We’ll be fine down here.” Jinho encouraged.
 “Babe.” Jungkook called as he entered their bedroom. He heard water running in the
bathroom and he pushed the door open. Jimin was at the sink, attempting to use cool water to
soothe his red eyes.

“I didn’t want him to see me cry.”

Jungkook took three long strides into the bathroom then wrapped himself around Jimin
from behind. “You’re doing great, darling. I know this is hard, but we’re all behind you, love. Me,
your mom, my parents.”

“I know.” Jimin sniffled. “And I love you all so much for it.” He ran his hands over
Jungkook’s forearms before locking their fingers together and meeting Jungkook’s eyes in the
mirror. “You’re doing great too.”

Jungkook chuckled lightly against him. “It’s taking all my willpower not to lose my shit.
But I know you need to do this.”

“Thank you.”

Jungkook dropped his face into the crock of Jimin’s neck, pressing a sweet kiss to the soft
skin there. “I would do anything for you. Even this.”

“You really told him that Parks aren’t fags? He’s our only son, Hojun!” Chanri scolded
after Jungkook left the kitchen.

“I couldn’t have a gay son! I’m the Admiral of the Republic of Korea Armed Forces,
Chanri!”

“You’re his father!” She snapped back. The air stilled around them, tension crackling in
the air. Chanri, Aesook, and Jinho prepared themselves for further explosive reactions from Hojun.
And then, Hojun’s shoulders sagged.

“I…I was wrong, Chanri. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” She muttered, eyes sharp and narrowed.

“Hojun, Jinho and I both understand how difficult this can be, coming to terms with who
your son is when perhaps you expected something…different. But you need to decide if holding on
to the hate and fear of judgement is worth losing your family over. Losing Jimin. Minji.”

“You don’t think I already have? Lost them, I mean.” He asked.

Aesook shook her head. “You’re here, aren’t you? If they weren’t open to letting you
back in, they wouldn’t have invited you.”

Once Jimin slowed his breathing and eased the flush from his face he turned to Jungkook
with a deep breath. “Okay.”
 “Okay.” Jungkook echoed as he locked his hand with Jimin’s. As they reached the bottom
of the stairs, they both took note that the food had been brought out and everything was set for
them to have dinner.

“Jimin.” His father said evenly. “A word?” His gaze flicked to Jungkook. “Privately?”

Jimin shot his eyes to Jungkook who’s defenses were already up, ready to protect Jimin at
all costs. He then glanced to behind Jungkook, beyond his father. His mother gave a small nod, and
Aesook gave a reassuring shrug as well. He glanced one more time at Jungkook before nodding at
his father. Jungkook ran his hand through Jimin’s hair and cupped his cheek gently before turning
and evening his gaze on Hojun.

“I promise I’ll return him in one piece.”

Jimin led his father to the back porch, Jungkook standing just beyond the door in the
living room. “Kook.” Aesook called. “Come on in here.”

“He’ll be fine.” Jinho assured.

Jungkook swallowed, clenching and unclenching his jaw. He huffed then turned away
from the patio door and rejoined his parents and Chanri. “I swear if he says anything shitty to him
or makes him feel anything other than accepted and loved, I’ll lose my shit.”

“Jungkook.” His father said sternly, yet sympathetically. “I think he wants to clear some
air between them. It should be okay.”

Jimin fidgeted with his fingers, wanting to meet his father’s gaze but not quite able to
raise his eyes high enough. “Jimin. What I had said to you, when I found you and that boy. It
wasn’t right of me.”

“Just what you said?” Jimin scoffed. He tried desperately to keep the memories of being
beaten until broken in his father’s hopes that Jimin would be ‘normal’ once back together out of his
head. Tried, but ultimately failed. He never put those beaten and broken pieces back together
though. Not fully. But he was getting there. With Jungkook. With Minji. With all her uncles. With
the Jeons and Gram.

“And what I did. That day, and many days after.” He took a deep breath. “I could go on
and on about all the things I told myself to justify everything. How my father disciplined me the
same way, how important it was to keep up images at the ROKAF, how I didn’t want you to be
teased or tormented when others found out—”

“So you tormented me instead. God, dad do you see how fucking twisted that is?”

“I didn’t for a long time. I thought…I thought I was doing you a favor. Yungmi would
have been a good fit—”

“I didn’t love her.” Jimin said, his face pained. “Not the way a partner should. Not how I
love Jungkook. How he loves me. Don’t I deserve that?”
 Hojun nodded. “You do, Jimin.” Jimin remained quiet as he watched his father think and
formulate his words. “I’m sorry, Jimin, for not considering your happiness, not considering how
much I hurt you. I can do better, Jimin.”

“You don’t need to do better just with me.” Jimin said, his voice stern.

“Jungkook too. I know.” He gave Jimin a soft smile, something Jimin hadn’t seen in
years. “Can we start with dinner?”

“Yeah, dad, we can start with dinner.” Hojun took half a step forward to Jimin, but
stopped himself, unsure of how to initiate any physical affection with his son. “It’s okay dad.”
Jimin said as he patted his shoulder. “I don’t expect miracles.”

Jimin entered the house first and met Jungkook’s eyes instantly. Jungkook was tense,
anxious, ready to do whatever was necessary to protect Jimin. Jimin smiled lightly at him, in silent
reassurance. He watched Jungkook take a visibly deep breath.

“Who’s ready to eat?” Hojun asked as they approached the kitchen.

“So, Jungkook, how are your studies going?” Hojun asked.

Jungkook looked to Jimin first as he swallowed then turned to Hojun. “Pretty well.
Managing a double major isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, but it was important to me to do both.”

“Oh? And what are your majors?”

“Business Management and Photography.” Jungkook said as he glanced to his parents

and then Jimin.

“We’re very proud of him.” Jinho said. “We’re still hoping he’ll want to take over the
family business, but he’s actually pretty set on taking over the management of Park Dojang.
Though, I guess that’s still the family business for him.”

“I’m sure we’ll figure it all out in a few years.” Jungkook laughed.

“And the photography?” Hojun asked.

Jungkook smiled as he grasped Jimin’s hand. “Just something I love to do.”

“You should see the pictures he’s done of Minji.” Jimin gushed.

“Oh, they’re so lovely!” Aesook hurried to say. “Jungkookie, you should show them to
Hojun.”

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably in his chair and Jimin squeezed his hand. “Uh, yeah, I
mean if he wants to see them.”

“I’d like that, Jungkook.” Hojun said. Chanri gazed at him, pride radiating.
 Jungkook’s phone pinged as they were all seated in the living room, browsing through the
endless pictures Jungkook had taken of Minji and Jimin over the last eight months. Hojun had even
complimented Jungkook’s skills.

Grandma: We’re done with the movie and dinner, how have things been going?

Jungkook: Better than I thought they would go.

Jungkook nudged Jimin. “Grandma’s wondering if they should head back.”

Jimin glanced around at the gathering in their living room. “I think that’d be okay. What
do you think?”

“I suppose.” Jungkook mumbled softly. He still wasn’t too keen on the idea, but
ultimately, he trusted Jimin’s judgement.

Jungkook: You can bring her back

Grandma: We’ll be there in five

“Daddy! Dad!” Minji called as she burst through the front door. “Great Gram took me to
this place where they cook everything right in front of you! It was so—Grandpa!” All her attention
was stolen as she spotted Hojun on the couch. She ran to him and flung herself into his arms. Jimin
and Jungkook watched as Hojun’s eyes welled. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled Minji tight
against him.

“My Minnie, I’ve missed you so much.” He said, his voice strained.

“Where have you been, Grandpa?” She asked as she continued to hug him. “You’ve been
gone forever.”

“I’m so sorry, my sweet girl. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long. I’m all done with the
stuff that kept me away. I promise I won’t be gone like that again.” He caressed the back of Minji’s
head as he pressed kisses to her temple. He glanced beyond her, his eyes still glistening with
unshed tears. “Thank you.” He mouthed to Jimin and Jungkook. They both gave a small nod as
they locked their hands together..

Hojun finally released Minji. Her eyes got wide as she looked around. “Grandma!
Grammy Sookie! Papa Jinho!” She turned to her dads. “Are you having a party?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Not quite baby. Not a party until you’re here.”
 “Midterms suck. Shit, if midterms suck this bad, I can’t even imagine finals.” Jungkook
groaned as he dropped his head back, stretching his arms behind himself.

“I suppose it doesn’t help that you have something even more important than midterms
weighing on your mind, hm?” Narae said as she, too, took a break from her notes.

“God, Narae, it’s next weekend.” His heart pounded in his chest as he mentally flipped
through everything he had planned for that night.

“It is.” Narae smiled. “In just over a week you’re gonna be engaged. But first, we need to
get through the rest of these God-forsaken tests. What do you have left this week?”

“Just Design Culture & History, and fucking Principles of Management.” Narae contorted
her face in disgust. Jungkook laughed. “Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“Don’t tell me anything about it, that’s on my schedule for next semester.”

Jungkook snorted. “Enjoy.”

Narae threw a crumpled-up worksheet at him. “Shut up. Want me to tell you all about the
business law course?”

“God no.” Jungkook bemoaned.

“You know, I still can’t believe you managed to get everything you did for this proposal.”
Narae said wistfully. “I can only hope my eventual partner makes my proposal even half as
extravagant as this one.”

Jungkook’s ears heated up and his cheeks flushed. “Well, I mean, the family connections
—”

“And money.”

“Family connections and money,” Jungkook laughed. “Really opened some doors. I just
hope it’s not too much for him. Maybe I should have kept it more low-key.” He started to chew on
his bottom lip as worry filled his face.

“Jungkook, he’s going to love it. Everyone’s going to love it. Such a declaration of love is
a wonder to witness. Though, I guess to be fair, he’d say yes regardless of how you propose.”

Jungkook adverted his eyes as he smiled. “You’re likely not wrong.”

“Joon!” Jin yelled as he hurried into the house. “Namjoon!”

Namjoon hurried to the living room from the back of the house. “Jin! Are you okay?
What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong!” Jin’s eyes were wide and filled with unshed tears. Namjoon
finally noticed a letter in his hands.
 “Jin.” He said softly. “Is that a letter from—”

Jin nodded. “We’ve been moved to the next step. Our background checks passed. They
want to set up an interview with us! Well, multiple interviews with us, and our references. But
Joonie, we’re on the next step! Another step closer to getting our baby.” His voice cracked,
overtaken by emotion as his tears finally broke through.

Namjoon hurried to his husband, pulling him into a suffocating embrace. He cupped the
back of his head as he met him in a frantic kiss, their emotions bursting out of them. “I love you. I
love you so much. I can’t believe it.” Namjoon knew he should try to keep a level head, keep them
both set in the reality that this was no guarantee of their full acceptance. He couldn’t help but hope,
though. He wanted nothing more than to start a family with Jin. His beautiful husband who had
nothing but boundless amounts of love ready to be lavished upon a child. Sometimes he questioned
his own capabilities in the parenting realm, but he had no doubts about Jin.

“When is the interview?” Namjoon whispered.

Jin pulled back to reread the letter. His face fell. “Not until March.” He met Joon’s eyes,
his brow knitted together. “How can they give us such beautiful news and then make us wait four
months to be interviewed?”

“My love, that’s still so much faster than we anticipated. Remember, we talked about how
it could legitimately take years to get approved. Look how quickly this is going.” Namjoon said, his
large hand caressing his husband’s face.

Jin’s eyes grew wider. “Do you think they’re pushing us through just so they can deny us
faster!?”

Namjoon’s heart clenched at the sight before him. He knew he couldn’t promise Jin that
wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t want his husband to lose faith either. “I don’t know my love. I
really hope not. But we need to unfortunately be prepared for that result.”

“Joonie, I’m not sure my heart could take being denied.” Jin clutched the back of
Namjoon’s shirt, burying his face into his shoulder.

“I’d be right by your side. You wouldn’t go through it alone. We have each other, right? I
will always help you carry your burdens, your pain. You’re never alone, Jin. Never.”

Jin shook in Namjoon’s hold. “I love you.” He mumbled into Namjoon’s quickly
dampening shirt.

“I want to celebrate successfully making it through midterms.” Jungkook chuckled

against Jimin’s bare chest.

“You deserve it.” Jimin agreed, trailing his fingers over Jungkook’s arm. “You’ve worked
so hard, Koo.”

Jungkook smiled against him. “I like when you call me Koo.”

 “Oh?” Jimin teased.

“Jungkook, Kookie, Kook, Koo… they all sound perfect coming from you. But you know
what you call me that I like most?” Jungkook said as he tossed his leg over Jimin’s and trailed his
fingers over Jimin’s chest.

“What?” Jimin whispered, as his breath caught at Jungkook’s touch.

“Yours.”

Jimin laughed, the sound making Jungkook’s heart flutter. “You’re so corny.” Jimin
giggled. He pushed Jungkook back so he could look at him. He traced the features of Jungkook’s
face. “But you’re mine. You’ll always be mine, right Kookie?”

“Always.” Jungkook promised as he pulled Jimin to him, the need to feel and taste his
lips overcoming all else. “And you?”

“I’m yours.” Jimin whispered against Jungkook’s lips.

“So will you go on a date with me next weekend?” Jungkook asked as he pulled Jimin to
lay on top of him. Jimin pulled his knees up to nestle on the sides of Jungkook’s waist and sat up to
gaze down at him with a gentle smile.

“Of course I will.” He leaned down kissed him softly.

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Jungkook anxiously tapped his fingers on the table. “Okay, so I had mom and dad block out eight
rooms at the Shilla. They also have one of the private VIP lounge rooms reserved for our
‘engagement party’ afterwards—quite assured that he’ll say yes.” He laughed lightly. “I already
gave the file to the engineer in charge of advertising, and sound set up at the restaurant below the
screen. I have dinner reservations for earlier in the night, room set-up, and transportation all taken
care of. Shit, what am I missing?”

“You might want your ring, hm?” Yoongi said evenly.

“HOLY FUCK. Yes! Yes I want my ring—Jimin’s ring.” Jungkook exclaimed, “How the
fuck could I forget his ring? Still in your safe, yes?”

“Of course, Kook. Been there the whole time.” Yoongi said as he grabbed another
cabbage wrap from the plate between them. “You gotta relax bud, everything is going to go just
fine.”

“Okay, you know what, sometimes your level of nonchalance is actually enraging.”
Jungkook groaned. “This is essentially the most important experience of my life up to this point,
how could you possibly think I could relax around this? I’m seriously going to ask the love of my
life to fucking marry me in,” He glanced down at his watch, “thirty hours and fourteen minutes.”

Yoongi’s deep chuckle irritated Jungkook further. “Not that you’re obsessively keeping
track or anything.”
 “Fuck off.” Jungkook snapped.

“Kook. You’re right, this is a huge moment in your life, in all our lives really. I do
understand your stress, but you need to trust that no matter how perfectly or imperfectly this goes,
Jimin loves you. Anyone who even glances at you two can see it. You and he have talked about
getting married, he assures you that he knows y’all are going to be together forever. You truly don’t
need to worry.” He sipped on his water as his small eyes watched Jungkook digested his words.
“But since I know you’re going to worry anyway…what else can Hobi and I help with?”

Jungkook huffed out a small laugh, knowing that this was exactly why Yoongi was his
best friend.

Bun: Thanks again for taking Minji.

Jin: Are you kidding? We’re absolutely delighted to have her tonight.

Bun: Joon’s not mad that it might interfere with…you know…some private time between
you two?

Jin: I promise, Kook. We’re looking forward to exploring Seoul with her until it’s time.
And once it’s done, and if we decide we need a little time together… we already discussed with
Grandma Kim that maybe she’d take her.

Jin: But we might also just want to lounge around the hotel room with her, watching
movies and eating too many snacks

Bun: Either way it sounds like you and Joon got it figured out

Jin: Absolutely, so stop worrying about Minnie.

Jin: When are you and Jimin heading out?

Bun: In about an hour. Mom and Dad are sending a driver for us so we don’t need to
hassle with the train

Jin: They’re excited, hm?

Bun: hahaha, yeah they really are

Jin: Have they talked to yet about a prenup?

Bun: As much as I hate the thought, I know they’ll bring it up soon. Tonight or tomorrow
most likely.

Bun: Did Iseul and Miok make you sign one?

Jin: Namjoon isn’t really involved with the business, so no.

 Bun: It’s not like I’m looking to take over the hotels though. I don’t want them. And I
don’t want Jimin to think I question his motives with me.

Jin: Kook, Jimin would never think that. I think he’d understand.

Bun: I won’t sign it. And I won’t ask Jimin to either

Jin: Okay, okay. Let’s not get worked up. Let’s just see if they even ask. And then you
and Jimin can discuss.

Jin: Push that out of your head for now.

Jin: You got more important things to focus on

A small knock pulled Jungkook’s attention away from his phone. He turned around and
smiled when he saw Minji peeking her head into the doorway. “Dad?”

“Come on in, Pumpkin.”

She pushed the door all the way open, glancing over her shoulder before hurrying to
Jungkook. “Daddy’s getting ready to take me to Uncle Jinnie and Uncle Joonie’s place.” She
lowered her voice. “It’s tonight, right Dad?”

Jungkook smiled. “It is, baby. Are you ready?”

Minji’s eyes sparkled as she nodded and bit her lip. “It’s really gonna be on a big tv?”

“It really will.”

“That’s so cool. You’re the coolest, Dad. I just know Daddy’s gonna love it.”

Jungkook laughed and squeezed Minji to his chest. “Alright, don’t keep Daddy waiting. I
love you so much.” He pressed his lips to the crown of her head. “We’ll see you later, hm?”

“Okay Dad.” She grinned. “Love you more!” She promised as she hopped out of his lap
and back down the stairs where Jimin waited.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been on a proper date.” Jimin said as he slipped his jacket
over his button-down shirt, the buttons undone to a horribly tempting level. Jungkook’s gaze
traveled down Jimin’s neck to his bare chest and licked his lips. “Don’t look at me like that.” Jimin
laughed. “We’ll never get out of here on time if you start.”

Jungkook stepped closer to him, trailing his fingers over the seams of each side of Jimin’s
shirt, barely touching skin, but pulling goosebumps to the surface anyway. Jimin’s eyes fell closed
as his breath hitched. “Kook…” He whispered.
 Jungkook lowered his face to the side of Jimin’s neck, intoxicated by the scent of his
body wash mixed with his light cologne. Jimin gripped Jungkook’s hips and pulled him closer.
Jungkook pressed kisses along Jimin’s neck and nuzzled just under his ear. “We should get going.”

Jimin threw his head back and groaned. “The fucking worst.”

“We can’t be late.” Jungkook said as his heart rate picked up—and not just from the
proximity of Jimin’s hips to his. “Driver should be here in less than ten minutes.”

“Okay.” Jimin pulled back just slightly. “One kiss.” He requested.

Jungkook smiled down at him, Jimin’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Just one.” Jungkook
said sternly.

Jimin nodded and caressed the side of Jungkook’s face. “Just one.” He agreed quietly.

Jungkook leaned down and slowly pressed his lips to Jimin’s, sighing as Jimin’s full lips
caressed his. As he went to pull back, Jimin tightened his hold at the back of Jungkook’s head. He
tilted his head just slightly, allowing himself the angle he needed to deepen the kiss. His tongue
teased along Jungkook’s upper lip. Jungkook moaned and opened his lips to Jimin. Jimin pulled
him closer as he raised his knee to Jungkook’s hip. He bit Jungkook’s lower lip gently as he rolled
his hips up towards his. “Jimin.” Jungkook sighed against his lips. “Fuck, baby, w-we gotta go.”

“You sure?” Jimin purred as ran his hands down Jungkook’s chest and paused at the top
of his pants.

“We’re on a schedule.” Jungkook whispered breathlessly, unsuccessfully trying to will

his blood flow away from his half-hard dick. “Later, my love. I promise later I will make love to
you any way you want. But right now. We need to go.” He took a step away from Jimin and Jimin
huffed in disappointment.

Jungkook reached his hand out for Jimin’s. “Come on, love. Let me take you out on the
town, hm? You look much too pretty for us to stay in.” Jimin locked his hand with Jungkook’s and
followed as Jungkook grabbed their overnight bags and headed downstairs. He glanced outside and
turned back to smile at Jimin. “Let’s get this party started.”

“Mr. Jeon.” The driver greeted as he opened the back door. “Mr. Park.”

Jungkook gave a nod to their driver as he followed Jimin into the car. Jimin leaned
against the door, beckoning Jungkook in with a playful gaze. Jungkook took a deep breath and
nestled in next to his partner. “Don’t get any ideas.” Jungkook warned.

“Me?” Jimin’s mouth fell open in exaggerated offense before giggling.

Jimin behaved and they spent the hour in the car talking about all the things they’d been
lacking the time to talk about day to day. Jimin was laughing about something that happened at the
dojang, though Jungkook couldn’t be sure what exactly, as he was lost in the way Jimin’s face lit
up, his eyes closed, and they way his body fell towards him—like his laughter threw him off
balance, even while sitting. His heart was bursting with love for the older, yet smaller, man next to
him. He grasped his hand in his as Jimin continued to giggle. The laughter tapered off as Jimin took
note of how intently Jungkook was staring at Jimin’s hands, tracing his fingers with his own.
 Jungkook couldn’t help but picture the ring that currently lay in his inside jacket pocket
on Jimin’s fourth left finger. He caressed it gently. “Koo?”

Jungkook snapped his eyes to Jimin. “Sorry, just thinking.”

Jimin eyed him, then glanced back to his hand still held in Jungkook’s. “About what?”

Jungkook turned and smiled at Jimin. “How lucky I am.”

Jimin nestled in closer to Jungkook. “Me too.” Jungkook kissed the top of his head, took
a deep breath and took note of how close they were to Seoul. He checked the time, glad that they
were still on schedule. “So, Mr. Jeon, what do we all have planned for tonight?” Jimin asked
playfully.

“Oh, well, um.” Jungkook swallowed. “We’ll stop in to the Shilla, drop off our stuff. Do
some sightseeing, grab dinner…”

“Are you gonna take me clubbing again?” Jimin giggled. “Been awhile since I laid you
out on a bar topless and took body shots off you.”

Jungkook saw their driver’s eyes flick back to them, widened in surprise. Jungkook’s
cheeks and ears heated up. “Perhaps.” Jungkook teased back. “Or maybe we’ll grab a karaoke room
where I can serenade you.”

“You know, even though you mostly just sing playfully with Minji, I really do love your
voice.” Jimin said. “I think a karaoke room sounds great.” Jungkook smiled lightly, hoping that
Jimin would like hearing him sing a song written specifically for him in the middle of downtown
Seoul.

“You know, this is so similar to our first official date, and yet,” Jimin paused. “Yet
everything is so different from how it was then.”

“And how was it then, Jimin?” Jungkook asked as they continued towards Namsan
Tower.

“I still couldn’t quite allow myself to fall for you yet. That night,” He paused and stared
up at the tower and then back to Jungkook. “That night changed a lot for me. For us.”

“It did.” Jungkook agreed. “That’s when you told me if we wanted to continue,” he
dropped his voice as he pulled Jimin closer, “to make each other come on a regular basis we had to
be exclusive.”

“Oh my God!” Jimin exclaimed as he threw his head back and smacked Jungkook’s
chest.

“What!?” Jungkook laughed. ‘You’re the one that said it!”

“And are you glad we went exclusive?” Jimin asked, his eyes wide as he bit his lip.

Jungkook reached up and traced Jimin’s bottom lip with his thumb. “Baby, there was no
other way to be with you. I can’t even imagine looking at another man, let alone touching one.” He
chuckled lightly before stepping away and pulling Jimin along into the tower and to the elevators.

“Koo, we’ll never make it in time, look at the line!” Jimin whined.

“I feel like you forget who you’re with.” Jungkook laughed as he approached the staff
managing the elevator.

The man nodded towards him. “Mr. Jeon.” Jungkook raised his brow and tossed a cheeky
grin at Jimin who giggled behind him as they hurried into the elevator.

“It’s gonna be cold up there.” Jimin said as Jungkook pulled Jimin’s back to his chest,
draping his arms over his shoulders and kissing the side of his head.

Jungkook hummed in agreement. When they got to the observation deck, Jimin hurried to
find an unobscured spot on the west side. The sun was quickly descending, and the sky was sultry
and romantic; yellow, orange, purple, and pink. Jimin held the railing as his eyes widened and a
smile danced on his lips. “You ever just feel small when you take the time to look at the world like
this?”

“Yes.” Jungkook said as he rested his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. “Small, insignificant.
Lost.” Jimin turned his face towards Jungkook, his brow knitted in concern. “That’s how I often felt
before you. But even standing here, seeing how small we are in comparison to the world, I no
longer feel lost or insignificant.”

“Me either.” Jimin said softly before turning back to take in the sun setting over Seoul. “I
did though. I hadn’t lived for myself, like, ever.” Jimin huffed. “I lived for my parents, for Yungmi,
for Minji. Never for me.” He locked his fingers with Jungkook’s, pulling them to his stomach,
needing to feel his warmth around him. “The guys tried for so long to get me to see that I was more
than just Minji’s dad, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t allow my focus to drift away from her—even for a
second. Sometimes I still wonder how you did it.”

“Did what?” Jungkook murmured, his chest tight as he listened to Jimin.

“Showed me myself.”

Jungkook’s eyes welled as he squeezed Jimin tighter. “Jimin.” He whispered.

Jimin turned his hold, never breaking contact. He gazed up at Jungkook, his own eyes
glistening. “I love you, Jungkook. So much. I feel like me when I’m with you. I could never thank
you enough.”

After the sun fully set, Jungkook led Jimin back out and walked the bridge at the base of
the tower surrounded by countless padlocks locked to the railings and to each other. “You know, a
lot of people come here to propose.” Jimin teased as the wind whipped through his hair and bit his
cheeks, pinkening them. “Are you proposing Kookie?”

The panic that ran through Jungkook squeezed all the air out of his lungs. “Does it look
like I’m proposing?”
 “I suppose not.” Jimin’s smile faltered just a bit, and it took all Jungkook’s willpower not
to get on his knee right there. But there was a plan, a plan he had worked so hard on, he couldn’t
detour from that. He reached for Jimin’s hand.

“Baby, you know I’m giving you cherry blossoms.” Jimin nodded and he locked his
fingers with Jungkook’s. “This is just one of the many ways I want to promise that to you.”
Jungkook pulled his hand from Jimin’s and grabbed the lock that was in the pocket opposite of
Jimin’s ring. He handed it over to Jimin.

Jimin’s eyes welled up as he examined the lock. Leave it to his boyfriend to be

extravagant with even a lock of love for Namsan Tower. It was a platinum lock, engraved with their
names surrounded by cherry blossoms on the front and Minji’s name surrounded by cherry
blossoms on the back. On the bottom the word ‘Euphoria’ engraved around the keyhole.
“Kookie…” Jimin started softly. “It’s beautiful. You must have spent a fortune on this.” Jungkook
chuckled, if Jimin only knew what he spent on the ring still in his other pocket. “I kinda don’t want
to leave it here.”

Jungkook took it back and unlocked it. “You don’t want people to walk by and know that
we proclaimed our love to each other and left this beautiful lock here for the rest of time? Or, I
mean, until the tower no longer stands.”

“Of course I do.” Jimin pouted.

Jungkook pulled Jimin closer, his large palm at the small of Jimin’s back. Jimin’s hands
finding their home around Jungkook’s shoulders. “I promise to buy you more pretty things.”

“Okay.” Jimin agreed before lifting on his toes and pressing his full lips to Jungkook’s.
He pulled back and smiled as Jungkook passed the lock to him. “Here’s to us, Koo.” He took the
open lock and snapped it on the wall of others like it, representing promises that he hoped were
kept. He turned back to Jungkook, his eyes dancing gleefully.

“You are adorable.” Jungkook laughed.

“Am not. I’m incredibly sexy. My boyfriend tells me so all the time.” Jimin pouted.

“Does he, now?” Jungkook teased.

“He does.” Jimin confirmed. “And he would know as he’s the sexiest man I’d ever seen.
So I trust his judgment.” Jungkook laughed again and reached for Jimin’s hands.

“He’s right.” He conceded. “You are incredibly sexy. May I take your sexy ass to
dinner?”

Jimin’s nose wrinkled up as he giggled. “You may.”

“Uncle Jinnie,” Minji started as they hurried along the downtown streets. “We’re gonna
see a special video tonight.”
 “I know baby girl, that’s why we need to hurry.” Jin said as they approached the
intersection where the advertising screen was. “Okay, so for now we need to stay hidden, yeah? We
don’t want to ruin Daddy’s surprise.”

Minji nodded and squeezed Jin’s hand tighter. Jin looked to Namjoon, who wasn’t quite
in the loop as much as Minji and Jin. He was aware of the proposal, but had no idea Jungkook had
made a video and arranged to have it played in the middle of downtown Seoul for all to witness.
“Trust us.” Jin said. As they found a small table at a street vendor, Jin caught Aesook and Jinho out
of the corner of his eye. “Jinho! Aesook!” He called. They turned towards them and their faces lit
up.

“Grammy Sookie!” Minji squealed as she hopped out of her chair and ran towards her.
“Did Dad tell you?”

“He did, darling. We’re very excited. Are you excited?”

“So excited.” Minji said. “Hi papa.”

“Hello sweet girl.” He greeted with a kiss to her forehead before sitting next to Namjoon.
“Have you guys seen anyone else?”

“Well, we’re all supposed to scatter a bit and remain hidden. Kook doesn’t want us to
draw any attention or give anything away. We’ll gather with him as Jimin watches.” Jin explained.

“Makes sense.” Jinho said. “We’re so honored that Jungkook asked us to bear witness to
such a big moment in his life.”

“Us too.”

The busy streets hid Jungkook’s guests, including Kihyun, Mysoo, Narae, Yoongi, Hobi,
Grandma Kim, his parents, Jin, Namjoon, Minji, some of Jimin’s long standing students, and
surprisingly enough Chanri and Hojun. They all tried to remain inconspicuous, browsing street
vendors, watching street performers, and constantly checking the time as to not miss it.

Jungkook and Jimin left their restaurant downtown and clasped their hands together as
they started their stroll. “There’s a great karaoke place just a few blocks that way.” Jimin said with
a bright smile and delighted giggles.

“Let’s take the long way, it’s nice out.” Jungkook said as he chewed his lip and checked
the time again.

“Nice?” Jimin laughed. “Pretty sure I still can’t feel the tip of my nose from being up on
the tower, Kook.”

Jungkook pulled Jimin towards him, huffed hot breath into the palms of his hands and
then placed his hands over Jimin’s little button nose. “Better?”

A small muffled, “Yes” made Jungkook laugh before he pulled back.

“Come on baby. I’ll buy you a hot chocolate on the way.” Jungkook said as he again
locked their hands together and made their way down the street that would end up being the
intersection that housed the big advertising screen that would lead Jungkook into his proposal.
 “I hope Minnie’s having fun with Jin and Namjoon.” Jimin said off-handedly.

“I’m sure they’re having a blast.” Jungkook assured as his gaze searched the throngs of
people on the sidewalks. He found them just to the left, under the tent of a street vendor. Minji gave
an excited wave and Jungkook made sure Jimin was looking elsewhere before he gave a small
wave back.

Jungkook pulled Jimin to stop, right at the intersection, far enough back so that Jimin
would be able to watch the screen comfortably but close enough that he’d hear the music. “Ah,
honey, look at these wind chimes. We don’t have any wind chimes on the front porch.” Jungkook
said to keep Jimin there for the next seventy-five seconds. He noticed his guests moving closer
towards them, but not so fast as to garner Jimin’s attention.

“They are really nice.” Jimin said. “Want ones that are painted or—”

“Jimin.” Jungkook said softly, hoping his voice wouldn’t tremble. “Look.”

He motioned to the screen, and Jimin turned around. The screen above them was filled
with cherry blossoms falling delicately into a river with the words ‘Let me tell you a love story’
imposed over the scene. Jungkook nodded towards where he knew the engineer was and then the
sound of piano filled the space around them.

Jimin’s mouth fell open as suddenly he was met with an image of himself on the screen,
and then Jungkook’s voice joined the delicate piano. He spun to face Jungkook, “Koo—” He
gasped. Jungkook smiled gently but motioned Jimin to turn back around. Jimin was too
overwhelmed to comprehend anything—the mix of Jungkook’s song, the images, and all the
messages paired with them left him struggling to breathe. He kept wiping his eyes as his throat
tightened.

And then Minji came to the screen and he felt his knees go weak. It was too much. The
amount of love and respect that was shown to both him and Minji was more than Jimin could have
ever asked for. But there Jungkook was, making it clear that he saw them—saw Jimin and Minji,
their relationship together, and the struggles Jimin had. It hurt a bit, to be reminded of how difficult
things had been as he attempted to be a single dad. Somehow Jungkook gave the reminder while
simultaneously praising how well Jimin did.

As the video highlighted his friendships, he noticed that the fringe of the crowd that
gathered around them held the exact friends who were on screen—Hobi, Joon, and Jin. He was
stunned, touched, and so thankful that Jungkook gathered them all here. He laughed through his
tears with some of the clips, his friendships having been some of the only relief of the daily stress
he endured for years.

But then Jungkook came to the screen. His dorky, loveable, adorable Kookie. Clips of
them together filling Jimin’s heart with fondness and pulling rounds of laughter out of him as he
watched the two of them gaze at each other and play together; one clip in Hobi’s studio, another
clip from one of their walks home from Jin and Joonie’s house. His own laughter filled the air with
the music as Jungkook declared that he wanted to make Jimin laugh every day.

“I will give you cherry blossoms, if you give me forever.”

The video requested that he turn around. But Jimin wasn’t sure he could. He was almost
certain he knew what awaited him, and despite them having talked about it, despite Jimin having
teased Jungkook earlier in the night about exactly this…Despite it all he was still slightly terrified.

The song continued after the video ended and the screen transitioned to a live feed of the
couple, allowing the large crowd gathered on the busy street to watch. Jungkook’s song reached
a goosebumps-causing crescendo as Jimin finally turned around. Jungkook was on his knee with a
stunning ring nestled snugly in a box before him. Jimin fought to control his breathing and keep the
tears back so that he could gaze at his loving partner. He never wanted to forget this scene.

Euphoria.

“I was so captivated by you, Jimin...Ask anyone about my fixation on the adorable man who
ordered a cold brew with sweet cream, one pump simple syrup, and light ice every weekday at
8am.” Jimin couldn’t help but laugh. “I had no idea what meeting you would do to me...I had no
idea that you and Minji were exactly what needed, exactly what I wanted—even if I didn’t know it.
I can’t imagine my life without either of you. I don’t claim to understand how the threads of fate
are tied to us; all I know is that they clearly are. You’re my everything, Jimin—you and our girl
Minji. I want to be your everything too. Forever. Marry me?” His eyes were larger than Jimin had
ever seen, glistening and hopeful. His ears were red, and his hands trembled, clearly giving away
how nervous he was. Jimin’s heart clenched.

Jimin covered his mouth, tears rushing from his eyes, unable to contain them any longer.
He struggled to breathe, so overcome with love for the man who was bearing his soul, asking Jimin
to spend forever with him. This. This was what a proposal was supposed to feel like. Filled with
love and an almost desperate need to spend your life with the other person. Not an anguished
resignation to the cage you built yourself.

“Say yes Daddy!” Minji called from the side.

Jimin choked on a sob mixed with a laugh as he nodded and reached out for Jungkook
who quickly shut the box and shoved it in his pocket before pulling Jimin into his embrace. “I’d
never say no, Kookie. Never. I want you forever, too.” They met in a frantic kiss, Jungkook’s
hands tightened into Jimin’s hair, Jimin’s hands fisted into Jungkook’s shirt.

Jimin continued to sob as Jungkook pressed kisses to him, mumbling ‘I love you’s’
against his lips.

The crowd around them—family, friends, strangers—burst into applause and cheers,
causing them both to laugh against each other’s lips. Jimin pulled back, eyes puffy and cheek red as
tears continued to fall. “Can I see my ring?”

Jungkook’s eyes crinkled up as that adorable bunny smile took over his face. He took the
box out of his pocket and presented Jimin’s ring to him. “Kookie,” Jimin said softly, reaching out to
touch it gently. “It’s perfect.”

Jungkook pulled it from its cushion and shoved the box back in his pocket before
grasping Jimin’s left hand. “Forever?” Jimin licked his lips, raised his eyes to Jungkook’s and
nodded before Jungkook slid the ring on. Jimin examined it on his hand before he wrapped his
arms back around Jungkook’s shoulders, pulling him into another round of impassioned kisses.

Jimin melted into Jungkook’s embrace before feeling a small arm wrap around his leg.
He looked down to see Minji with one arm around his thigh, and the other around Jungkook’s. “Hi
baby.” Jimin said, his voice still tightly filled with emotion.
 “Hi Daddy.” Her eyes were wide and sparkling. “You said yes, right?”

Jimin bent down to scoop her up. They stood before Jungkook, Jimin gazed at him
lovingly. “I did, Minnie. Do you say yes, too?”

Minji placed her small hands to Jimin’s cheeks. “Of course, Daddy. I helped make the
video. I knew what Dad was askin. I want him forever, too.”

Jimin squeezed her tighter as more tears fell. Jungkook’s strong arms held them both as
their friends and family approached. “I can’t believe everyone is here.” Jimin sobbed. “Thank you,
Kookie.”

“Anything for you.” Jungkook said with a press of lips to his forehead before he pulled
back.

“Jimin!!” Hoseok yelled as he ran forward first. Jimin passed Minji off to Jungkook just
in time as Hobi wrapped his arms tightly around him and lifted him off the ground as he spun
around. “Jimin you’re engaged!”

“I know!!” Jimin giggled as he hugged Hoseok back. Once he was lowered back to solid
ground, he turned to face the rest of their guests. Everyone took turns approaching and hugging the
three of them with heartfelt congratulations.

Almost everyone.

“Hi Dad.” Jimin said. “Um, a bit surprised to see you here actually.”

“Our only son was getting engaged. Maybe for the second time.” Jimin’s jaw tightened.
“But the first time engaged to someone he’s fully in love with. I, uh, I wanted to support that.” He
met Jimin’s eyes, apprehension behind his own. “If you don’t want me here I can—”

“If you’re here to support me and Jungkook, then I want you here.” Hojun nodded and
Jimin patted his shoulder. “Thanks, Dad.” It was awkward, and neither of them really knew how to
manage the attempted shift in their relationship, but they were both trying.

Jimin felt a pair of strong arms slide around his waist and instinctively knew they
belonged to Jungkook, his fiancé. Jimin’s face hurt from smiling so much, but he couldn’t stop. He
leaned back against Jungkook’s chest. “What’s next?”

“My parents, uh, kinda planned an engagement party.” Jungkook chuckled as he nuzzled
against Jimin’s cheek and neck.

Jimin turned in his hold, eyes bright and amused. “Were they that convinced I’d say
yes?”

Jungkook laughed. “Yep.”

“Were you?”

“You know, somehow even with all our discussions around getting married—either
explicitly or implied—there was a part of me that still worried I’d scare you away.” Jungkook
admitted.
 Jimin laughed lightly as he ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair, pausing slightly when
the lights around them caught the diamonds in his ring. His gaze snapped back to Jungkook’s bright
eyes—shining more brilliantly than the flawless stones. “Too late for that now. You’re stuck with
me forever, Jungkookie.”

Back at the Shilla, the VIP lounge the Jeons reserved to celebrate the engagement filled
with happy chatter, laughter, and joy. Jimin and Jungkook’s friends delighted in sharing more
entertaining—aka embarrassing—stories of the guys. Their families reminiscing about younger
years. Minji excitedly started to plan her dads’ wedding—thinking up color palettes, music, and
guests. “Am I going to get another fancy dress!?” She asked as she sat in Jimin’s lap.

“Of course you are, Doodle-bug.” He promised. “Will you walk with me down the aisle?”

“Are we both gonna marry Dad!?” She gasped.

Jimin and Jungkook laughed, Jimin kissing the side of her head with a squeeze. “We both
get to keep him forever, but only I get to marry him.”

Minji’s face fell into a pout. “Fine.” Jimin continued to smile down at her, heart filled
with love and content as he observed how much she loved Jungkook. Enough to want to marry him.

Jimin looked to Jungkook. “Think we can plan everything in six months?”

“It’s either six months or a year and a half. Which one would you prefer?”

“Six months!” Minji declared, causing Jimin and Jungkook to laugh with pink cheeks and
bitten lips.

“Jungkookie, anything you need help with, we’d be delighted to assist with. We could
hire a wedding planner for you. We all know how busy you both are. This proposal had to have
been a large undertaking, you shouldn’t over-extend yourself again with planning the wedding.”
Aesook said with a light frown.

“Kookie, you shouldn’t have sacrificed your classes for this.” Jimin scolded. “This is why
you were so distracted, isn’t it?”

Jungkook nodded before he took Jimin’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Yes, but I didn’t
sacrifice my classes. My grades are still fine—better than fine. And I had the best assistant ever.
Didn’t I, Pumpkin?” Minji grinned as she nodded proudly. He looked to his mother. “We’ll think
about it, mom.”

“I know Jimin is doing just fine financially, but Chanri and I would like to contribute to
any costs as well.” Hojun said before sipping his scotch, hoping to disguise any emotion in his
voice.

“Dad.” Jimin’s surprise did not go unnoticed.

 “We said the same with—before. We offered before. It still stands.” He gave half a smile.
“Besides, it’s nice to see you so excited about it.” Watching the way Jimin reacted to being
engaged to Jungkook compared to the way he had been with Yungmi was a harsh reality check for
Hojun as to just how unhappy Jimin had been. How selfish Hojun had been.

Jimin couldn’t get enough of Jungkook’s lips as they crashed into their suite. “I can’t
believe we’re engaged.” He sighed.

“I told you I was gonna marry the shit outta you.” Jungkook mumbled against Jimin’s
lips with a smile.

Jimin threw his head back as he giggled. It was then that he noted the state of the room.
Soft music filled the space to set a loving, sensual mood. Flower petals littered the floor and the
bed, sweet champagne and chocolate covered strawberries awaited them on the table a stunning
‘congratulations’ written out in chocolate around the edge of the platter. Candles flickered on every
solid surface. The large tub was also covered with flower petals and candles with two red towels
folded into swans, meeting together to create a heart. Jimin’s eyes widened as they welled once
again with tears and his mouth fell open into a small ‘o’. “Koo.” He breathed as he grasped
Jungkook’s hand.

“Thank you for saying yes.” Jungkook said softly at his ear. “I love you.”

Jimin turned back to his fiancé. “I love you more.” He promised as he pulled him back to
his lips. “Make love to me, Koo.”

Jungkook’s hands traveled from Jimin’s waist to under his ass, gripping tightly before
effortlessly lifting him up. Jimin latched his legs around him as he dropped his face to the crook of
his neck, kissing and biting affectionately. He approached the bed and laid Jimin down gently.

Jungkook took his time undressing Jimin. “I’ll never get over how beautiful you are.” He
murmured as he pressed his lips to Jimin’s bare chest. Jimin draped his arms gently over
Jungkook’s shoulders, caressing the back of his head as he sighed.

Jimin’s knees raised up to Jungkook’s hips. “Baby.”

“I know. I just…I want to savor this moment. My first time making love to my fiancé.”
Jungkook said as he lifted on his arms. His eyes were so warm, so earnest—Jimin went pliant in an
instant. Jimin nodded. Jungkook eased himself off Jimin, deftly undoing Jimin’s belt and pulling
his pants from his legs. Jimin took a deep breath. Jungkook then stood and removed his own shirt
and stepped out of his pants.

“Perfect.” Jimin whispered. “I never thought I’d find someone so perfect for me.”

Jungkook pulled Jimin to the edge of the bed and got on his knees. Jimin sat up and
groaned as he took in the sight. He carded his hands through Jungkook’s hair as Jungkook took
Jimin’s hardening dick in his hand. He placed a sweet, reverent kiss to he head as his eyes fluttered
closed. Jimin released a shaky breath. Everything was different, the sensations created by
Jungkook’s mouth felt so deeply Jimin remained on the verge of tears the entire time. While sex
with Jungkook had never felt like ‘just sex’ this moment was something different, something
deeper.

Jungkook sensually moved to worship Jimin’s inner thighs before pushing Jimin back to
open him up to Jungkook. Jimin’s legs easily fell open, welcoming his partner to lavish him in
attention. Jimin lost track of time as Jungkook devoured him, humming in satisfaction with Jimin’s
taste and stream of whimpers and moans. He kept one hand locked with Jimin’s at Jimin’s side,
while the other started to ease into him. “Ooooh, mm, yes yes.” Jimin’s dick gushed pre-cum,
knowing he was close to getting Jungkook as close as humanly possible.

Jungkook body eased up Jimin’s, dropping kisses along Jimin’s glistening skin. He
sucked a small bruise into Jimin’s collarbone. “Always mine.”

“Always.” Jimin panted.

“Always yours.” Jungkook murmured.

“Always.”

As Jungkook breached Jimin, they both sighed, eyes locked on each other, the love
palpable between them. When Jimin watched a tear break free from Jungkook’s eye and trail down
his cheek, he let the sob clenching his chest break free. Jungkook lowered himself, chest to chest.
Jimin latched on around Jungkook’s shoulders and hips, pulling him as close as he could, wanting
to feel every inch of skin as he continued to weep under him. Jungkook’s rhythm was steady,
loving, and intentional. He wanted to make Jimin feel better than he ever had.

“Jimin.” Jungkook’s voice was tight, overcome with desperation, as he teetered the edge.
Jimin hummed. “Make love to me. Need you too.” Never in one session had they switched mid-
way, but it felt right. So right to share in this moment. Jimin nodded under him. “I’m already good,
y-you don’t need to prep.” He panted, anticipation building in him.

“O-okay.” Jimin groaned as Jungkook continued to ease in and out of him, teasing him to
the brink. “You better stop then…or you’re g-gonna have to wait…’m close.” Jungkook stilled his
hips, breathing heavily against Jimin’s neck.

Jungkook slowly left the warm confines of Jimin, then shuffled up and nestled his knees
to Jimin’s sides. He coated himself and Jimin in lube, pressed a couple fingers in himself quickly
despite prepping earlier, just to be sure. He eased himself down, moaning loudly with his head
rolled back. “Fuck, baby. God, feels so good.”

“Koo, I-I won’t…feel too good.” Jimin panted under him, his hands tight on Jungkook’s
hips. “Can’t get over h-how fucking amazing you feel.”

Jungkook leaned down and caught Jimin’s lips in his. “More.” Jimin’s eyes fell closed as
he groaned and his dick twitched before he planted his feet and snapped his hips into Jungkook.
Jungkook cried out happily. “Shit, yes. Make me cum.”

“Fuck, Kook.” Jimin groaned under him, keeping pace as much as he could with his own
orgasm threatening to overtake him. Jungkook’s dick slicked up both their stomachs as he remained
pressed to Jimin. “Ah, shit, fuck I love you.” Jimin cried out as he stilled his hips and groaned out
as his orgasm ripped through him. Jungkook spilling between them shortly after, his own moans
music to Jimin’s ears.
 “I can’t wait to marry you.” Jungkook said softly, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin gently caressed Jungkook’s sweaty back. “Me too.” Jimin adjusted himself to find
Jungkook’s face. “Koo?” Jungkook raised his head. “Thank you for such a beautiful proposal. It
was perfect. You’re perfect—”

“I’m not.”

“For me, Kook. You’re perfect for me.” He kissed Jungkook firmly. “Can I hear the song
again?”

“Anytime you want, my love.”

“At the wedding?”

“Just try and stop me, soon-to-be Mr. Jeon.” Jungkook chuckled.

Jimin only had a few moments in his life in which he felt truly happy. The day Minji was
born, the night Jungkook agreed to move in with him, and the night Jungkook proposed. Each
moment shifted the trajectory of his life, each a touch terrifying but he trusted both the fear and the
comfort that came over him. This was destiny, he had no doubts about it. Jungkook spoke of the
threads of fate, the pull to each other testimony to them. Jimin knew the threads wouldn’t lead them
astray.

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Jimin took a deep breath in through his nose, held it to the count of three and then blew it slowly
out of his mouth as he allowed his eyes to flutter shut. His heart hadn’t slowed since they arrived in
Seoul the night before. Aesook and Jinho hosted their grooms’ dinner on the roof of the Conrad
Seoul Hotel, delighted to have so many people gathered for their son’s wedding. While it was
supposed to be an evening to relax before the big event, it did little to ease Jimin’s nerves. Minji
loved all the attention, but it left Jimin feeling scrutinized, certain the extended family wondered if
he was good enough. Only the touch of Jungkook’s large palm on the small of his back ever calmed
him enough to smile and chat with those he was just meeting.

“Mr. Park.” A light voice beckoned. “Follow me.”

Jimin stood and followed the young woman to a small room. Soothing music filtered
through the space, finally easing some of Jimin’s tension. The massage table in the middle of the
room beckoned him. He took a long breath, drawing in the warm wooden walls, the small waterfall
in the corner, and the candles around the room.

“I’ll leave you to disrobe, as far down as you’re comfortable, and drape the sheet over
you. I’ll be back in a moment.” Jimin gave a nod as he watched her leave. He smiled lightly,
knowing that it was Jungkook who booked his morning at the spa.

“A morning at the spa? Wow, how thoughtful! I wonder who did all that?” Jungkook had
gushed as he read over Jimin’s shoulder the card that arrived with their breakfast. “Mani, pedi,
and a massage…someone’s getting spoiled.” He teased.
 “Thank you, baby.” Jimin said.

“Me? What? No. I didn’t book this. I mean, I should have. But didn’t.” He looked away
before grabbing their breakfast and moving towards the dining table.

“Mmhmm. Well, if you find out who booked it, tell them thank you, yeah?”

Jungkook’s cheeks pinkened. “Sure.”

His massage therapist came back after he was stripped down and laid under the light
sheet on the table. “Big day today, Mr. Park.”

Jimin smiled as he felt her nimble fingers work the back of his neck. “Indeed.”

She worked a bit more, running up and down his neck and then down his shoulders and
upper arms. “You and Mr. Jeon been together awhile, now, yes?”

Jimin groaned happily as tingles ran over his scalp with the movements of her hands. “A
year.” He chuckled lightly. “Exactly a year, actually. Today is our anniversary as well.” The date
was chosen to celebrate their first ‘official’ date in Seoul, the day Jimin asked to be exclusive.
Their friends joked that it was picked so that neither of them would struggle to remember both
anniversaries, they may or may not have been right.

“It’s set to be a beautiful day.”

Jimin sighed. “It could be the most wretched weather imaginable and it would still be the
most beautiful day.”

Conversation tapered off as Jimin grew more and more relaxed under the ministrations of
her hands. He didn’t realize just how much tension had built up. Most of the planning had been
taken care of by the wedding planner the Jeons had hired, but Jimin couldn’t seem to relinquish all
the control and was still heavily involved in essentially all decisions. Jungkook teased him
relentlessly about it.

“Darling, what’s the point of having a wedding planner if you’re still going to stress out
over everything?” He asked as he took note of Jimin examining the six centerpiece options their
planner had emailed.

“I mean, at least we only have to decide between these six instead of coming up with an
entirely original idea?” Jimin offered as he chewed his lip. He loved the simplicity of smaller
centerpieces, but he also knew expectations on them. They should probably go with the larger
pieces. “You sent our guest lists to your parents, right?”

“Yes, of course, love. I sent them off the moment we finished them.” He kissed the back of
Jimin’s head. “I’m sorry they’re making the reception such a…thing.”

“We’ve talked about this, Koo. It’s fine. I’m just glad they understood about our wishes to
have a small ceremony then. I don’t want six hundred people I barely know—or don’t know at all—
bear witness to something so intimate. But I get why they wanted such a large reception; I swear all
of Korea is buzzing about the marriage of the Jeon heir and the son of Admiral Park.”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “Ew, don’t call me an heir, it sounds so ostentatious.”

Jimin looked away from his laptop and gazed adoringly at his fiancé with an amused
smile. “The point still remains. Pretty sure it’s being considered the social event of the year.” He
sighed as he turned back to the email from their planner.

“My love,” Jungkook started. “If you don’t want this reception, just say the word. You
know mom and dad would get over it. This is your day—”

“Our day.” Jimin quickly corrected.

Jungkook smiled as he caressed the side of Jimin’s face. “Our day. It’s not about politics
or social standings. It’s about us. I don’t want you to look back and hate our wedding day, Jimin.
Please, just tell me if you want to cut the reception down.”

In the end they got each family to cut a hundred people from their guest lists – easing
their reception down to four hundred people. The scale of the reception still left Jimin with a
tightness in his chest, but he knew so long as he had Jungkook and his core circle around him, he’d
be fine. He remained on the massage table for at least fifteen minutes after his massage, wanting to
relish in the feeling of relaxation just a bit longer. A small knock on the door pulled him from his
state. “Mr. Park, we’ll need to start your manicure and pedicure soon if you’re to make it on time to
your venue.”

Jimin’s heart started to pound again as he sat up and swung his legs off the table. “Two
minutes.” Jimin was escorted from the massage room to the space in which his nails would be
done. He settled into a stunning white armchair as his feet were pulled into a marble basin. Once
again, he allowed himself to settle in, close his eyes, and enjoy being pampered. It was a luxury he
didn’t often allow himself.

Jungkook smiled as he watched Jimin leave for his morning at the spa. He knew Jimin
carried too much stress, even with this. He’d done as much as he could to ease his nerves, but
sometimes he couldn’t—not with finals happening literally the week before the wedding. The lack
of attention left him feeling like the worst fiancé ever, but Jimin selflessly assured him he wasn’t.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. Minnie and I can just go.” Jimin said as he pressed his lips to the
back of Jungkook’s head.

Jungkook scowled at the computer screen in front of him, covered in shots from a trip to
the Han River to edit for a final project. “I want to go.” He pouted.

“It’s not a big deal, Love.” Jimin assured as he ran his hands over Jungkook’s upper
arms.
 “I miss you.” Jungkook pouted.

Jimin draped himself over Jungkook’s back. “I miss you too, Kook. But really, it’s okay.
It’s just grocery shopping.” Jungkook could feel Jimin’s smile against his cheek.

“I want to help.” He said in a small voice and Jimin hugged him tighter. “I feel like I
haven’t been helping.”

Jimin’s lips pressed together. He hated how frustrated Jungkook got with his lack of time.
“Kookie, you need to focus on your school stuff. And you still help, so much. You still pick up Minji
from school when I need you to, you still do laundry, you still sit down and review stuff for the
wedding with me, and you used that keen photography eye to choose a photographer. You help, so
much, baby. So stay, do some more editing. We’ll be back in a bit.”

He felt Jungkook sigh under him. “Fine.”

“I love you.” Jimin murmured.

Jungkook turned his head to nuzzle against Jimin’s cheek before puckering his lips. Jimin
obliged with a soft press of his lips. “I love you too.” Jungkook said. “Will you pick up some green
tea ice cream?”

“Of course, darling.”

Jungkook smiled to himself, sometimes he really wondered what he did right in life to get
Jimin as his partner. He nibbled a bit more on the spread of fruit from breakfast as he moved about
the suite. He grabbed the small coffee pot and started to brew a cup. As he flipped the small
ceramic cup over, he found a small, cream-colored square of paper under it. “Hmm, what…?”

He unfolded it and found Jimin’s handwriting greeting him.

Jungkook’s breath caught as his heart pounded. “You’re something else Park Jimin.” He
smiled to himself as his eyes fluttered closed. Such a Jimin thing to do, a small, gentle reminder of
the depth of his love for Jungkook. He blew out a deep breath, his cheeks puffing before he stood to
head back to the bedroom of the suite to grab his suit.

He paused when he noticed another folded piece of cream-colored paper in the clear
sleeve on the outside of the garment bag. He pulled it out and bit his lip against a smile as he
unfolded and read it.
 Jungkook shook his head as he smiled. “God I love you.” He whispered to himself, even
though a little voice quipped ‘aside from Minji’ to the end of the note. Both he and Jimin knew that
was a given. They also knew their love was a different kind of love, and they couldn’t be compared
to the love they held for Minji. He pressed his lips softly to the note as he pulled the suit out of the
closet. He laid it out on the bed and searched for his shoes.

A knock at the door pulled his attention away and he opened to find his best man with his
goofy, adorable, gummy smile. Not that Jungkook would ever tell him how much that smile made
him soft. “Hey Yoongs.”

Yoongi reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, Jungkook gasped at the sudden
display of affection. “You ready kid?”

“I don’t think so.” Jungkook chuckled in Yoongi’s hold. “But, I mean, yes.” The sound of
quick, heavy footsteps pulled them apart just before Namjoon clutched the door frame, panting as
though he ran all the way to Jungkook’s suite.

“I was wondering when best man number two was gonna show up.” Yoongi teased.

“Funny.” Namjoon huffed. “I had to run down to get your boutonniere, Kook.” He held
out the small clear box. Jungkook felt his chest tighten as he looked at the simple spray of cherry
blossom behind a small white rose. He furrowed his brow as he saw the same cream-colored paper
folded under the boutonniere.

“Joonie, what’s under it?”

“What?”

“Under it.” Jungkook said as he reached to take the box from Namjoon. He turned and
made his way to the table in what would be deemed a dining room in the suite. He snapped the box
open and gently pulled the paper out, unfolding to find Jimin’s handwriting once again.

“What is it, kid?” Yoongi asked as he and Namjoon moved forward.

 Jungkook turned to his best men with a watery smile. “A note from Jimin. It’s the third
one I’ve found today.” Both Namjoon and Yoongi moved to read over Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda love how you’re so out there and loud with your love for him, and
he’s more lowkey and private with his displays.” Namjoon said with a wide dimpled smile.

“I do too.” Jungkook said softly.

“You ready to get going? We have appointments down in the salon. Jin already has Minji
down there to get her hair done.” Namjoon said.

At the mention of his daughter, a bright smile overtook Jungkook’s face. “Yeah, um, let
me grab my suit. I can’t seem to find my shoes though…” He bit his lip as he started searching
again, peeking under the bed.

“Kook? Are these them?” Yoongi asked as he held a Nieman Marcus box in his hands.

“Ah! Yes.” He lifted the lid, just to be sure his Louboutin loafers were safely inside.
“Okay. Um.” He looked around the room again, going through his mental checklist of everything
he needed. “Suit, shoes, boutonniere…”

“You got your rings and accessories?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook’s eyes went wide before he ran back into the bedroom area of the suite. He
came back with two boxes in his hands which he flung towards Yoongi. “Okay.” Namjoon grabbed
the suit from him, and the boutonniere. Yoongi kept the shoes and accessories. “Alright. Now I’m
ready.”

They hurried down to the salon on the ground floor level of the hotel, Jungkook’s heart
stuttered as he saw Minji sitting excited and proud in one of the chairs as she was doted upon. She
glanced in the mirror and her eyes met Jungkook’s. Her face lit up as her eyes got wide and her lips
spread into a wide smile, deepening her dimples. “Dad!”

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. He hurried to her and squatted to be able to
hold her face and nuzzle into her soft skin. “Hey Pumpkin.” He breathed, letting her soft scent
soothe his anxious heart.

“Dad, did you see my hair? It’s curly!” She asked excitedly, quickly biting her bottom lip.

Jungkook dabbed his eyes as he shook his head lightly. “Couldn’t see anything beyond
your beautiful face, darling. Let’s take a look, hm?” He said before pressing his lips to her
forehead. He stood and took in the scene. Minji nestled under a black cape, her hair being skillfully
handled by the woman behind her. Jungkook knew next to nothing about what the stylist was
doing, but what he did know is that she was somehow making Minji look more angelic than he’d
ever seen. Soft curls were bouncing around her face as the stylist started to braid the sides. “It’s
going to look absolutely perfect, Pumpkin.”

“Mr. Jeon.” His stylist beckoned.

“Looks like it’s my turn.” He winked at Minji and she giggled. He turned to take his own
place with his stylist and stopped just as he was lowering himself into the chair. His lip quirked
before he bit it. He stood back up and plucked a taped folded square of cream-colored paper from
the mirror. He settled in and unfolded the paper, his heart already happy before even reading it.

Jungkook felt his cheeks warm and one glance into the mirror proved his suspicions.
“He’s gonna need to stop flirting with you if I have any hopes of getting your makeup right.” His
stylist teased. An amused chuckle danced out of Jungkook as he tucked the noted in his pocket. He
allowed himself to chat and relax with Minji, Yoongi, and Namjoon as his stylist worked.

Staff brought Minji a snack as she finished up with her hair. “Dad, you look so nice!” She
said. “Is Daddy gonna look so pretty?”

“Oh darling, Daddy’s gonna be the prettiest. Second only to you.” Jungkook assured.
“You really think I’m pretty?” He laughed.

Minji’s face turned serious, her lips pouty and eyes narrowed under her knitted brow. “So
pretty, Dad. I like your eyes.”

His cheeks warmed once again. “Thank you, baby.”

“Ooh! Dang! Who brought the models in?!” Hoseok’s loud, excited voice bounced off the
walls as he happily waltzed into the salon. “Kook, you’re looking…” He glanced to Yoongi.
“Good. You look good. Not nearly as pretty as my Pretty, but very nice.” He fumbled as he made
his way to Yoongi, pulling his hands to his mouth and kissing them softly.

The best men were all set to go, hair styled and any makeup desired already applied.
“Kook, if you don’t want to see Jimin yet, you should probably get dressed and head to the park.”
Jin urged, checking his phone for an update on Jimin’s spa treatments. Jungkook paused, debating
on if he wanted to see Jimin or not. As badly as he wanted to hold and kiss his soon-to-be husband,
he knew how important it was to Jimin they only see each other at the ceremony. He gave a nod
and stood from his chair. He kissed Minji’s forehead and grabbed his suit from Namjoon, locking
himself in a changing room.

He emerged, the perfectly tailored navy-blue suit accentuating his stunning proportions.
He fussed a bit with the light rose pink tie as he stepped out of the room. “Damn, Kook.” Yoongi
huffed.

“Yoongs!” Hobi gasped.

“What? Look at him. That suit is amazing.” Yoongi defended. “Here, let me help you.”
He said as he reached for Jungkook’s tie. He stood before him, the smaller stature reminding
Jungkook of his partner. Yoongi then reached for a small black box, which held Jungkook’s
cufflinks and watch.

Tucked snugly in the lid of the box was yet another folded cream-colored note.

Once Jungkook was fully assembled, he hurried out to the car with his best men. “I can’t believe
press is already here.” He groaned as they entered the underground parking garage. “We already
provided some spots to press for the reception, they’re so greedy.”

“It’s a big deal.” Yoongi said from his side. “Especially with Admiral Park taking such a
solid stance of support for you and Jimin.”

Jungkook’s lip twitched. “Yeah, who would’ve seen that one coming?”

“You’re a Jeon, Jungkook. Pretty sure your ability to charm literally anyone is in your
blood.” Yoongi teased.

“I got you to essentially adopt me, didn’t I?” Jungkook laughed.

“And I officially rest my case.”

Jimin entered the salon to find Minji happily twirling in her dress in the middle of the
posh space. Her hair was curled, braided, and pulled into an adorably messy updo, sprays of cherry
blossoms tucked in. “Minnie.” He gasped.

“Daddy!!” She cried out as she ran towards him. He scooped her up and fought against
the rush of emotions that crashed into his chest. “Dad just left a little bit ago. You missed him. He’s
so pretty, Daddy.”

Jimin chuckled as he squeezed Minji. “I’m sure he is, baby. But I’ll see him soon. You
look absolutely perfect Minnie.” He placed her back on the floor, where she was content to dance
and twirl with Hobi while waiting for Jimin. As Jimin watched them, he thanked the world again
for his new extended family.

“Oh sweetheart, we’ll find a dress for her.” Grandma Kim assured as Jimin hung his
head in his hands as they awaited their next option to be presented. The boutique they were in was
fairly quiet, the bulk of its appeal being the individual attention lavished upon those who could
afford to purchase one of their exclusive pieces.
 “I swear we’ve seen everything in here.” Jimin groaned.

“And if we can’t find it here, we go to the next designer.” Grandma Kim said with an
encouraging pat to his knee just before Minji skipped out in a cute A-line dress with criss-crossed
organza on the top leading into a simple skirt. “Oh, that’s lovely.”

“It is.” Jimin said evenly.

“But it’s not what you picture.” She said with a small frown. Jimin shook his head.

“Mr. Park, Ms. Kim, we’d be happy to discuss what it is you’d like and create a piece for
you.” The consultant said as designer Jung Sooyung stood to their side, a small smile gracing her
delicate face.

Jimin’s face snapped up, eyes wide and mouth open lightly. “Y-you would?”

Sooyung stepped forward and sat next to Jimin. “I’d be honored to serve you and Mr.
Jeon and design for her. Let’s discuss what you’re envisioning, yes?”

And that’s how Minji was now perfectly fitted into a dress that quite literally came from
Jimin’s dreams and was completely custom designed just for her. The bodice started with a soft
sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves, featuring creamy pink ombre overlays of blossoms
highlighted with sparkling beadwork. Her skirt was a massive collection of ruffled, organza, waves
of material creating a soft, romantic, flowery image. Jimin’s favorite part of the dress was the way
her skirt flowed from creamy white to a light pink matching Jungkook’s tie and pocket square, to a
deeper, richer pink to match Jimin’s tie and pocket square. Absolute perfection.

Minji eventually crawled back up into the chair next to Jimin to watch in awe as his
stylist did his hair and makeup as well. “Daddy.” Minji whispered. Jimin’s eyes remained closed as
his stylist perfected his rosy smokey eye but hummed in response to Minji’s beckoning. “Dad was
right. You are the prettiest.” She gushed. Jimin bit his full lower lip to stop his smile.

His makeup artist paused, and he opened his eyes to glance over at Minji. “Thank you,
baby.”

“Dad looks real pretty too.” She added with a firm nod.

Jimin nose crinkled with his laughter and bright smile. “I’m sure he does, darling.”

Yoongi and Namjoon sat across from Jungkook in their small limo. Jungkook smiled at
their complementing attire. While Jungkook sat in a custom-tailored navy-blue suit, his best men
were a bit more casual; navy slacks, vests, with grey bowties. “You guys look great.” Jungkook
said. “Thank you for standing with me.”

“Can’t imagine being anywhere but by your side, Kook.” Namjoon said.

“Kid, you should drink some water, you look a bit anxious and we don’t want you
passing out.” Yoongi said as he pulled a water bottle from the small cooler. Jungkook uncapped it,
took a long drink then moved to put it in his cup holder. But there, awaiting him once again was a
small note.

“He leaves me wondering if I truly deserve someone so amazing.” Jungkook whispered.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who deserved it more.” Yoongi said.

As Jungkook approached the altar, he realized just how perfect their chosen space was.
He felt a bit guilty, closing off a section of the park for their ceremony but nothing would have
compared to this. They had only three rows of white chairs set up to face the altar, their intimate
ceremony including only those closest to them. Those who had supported and loved each of them
separately as they found their way to each other, and those who supported and loved them together.
The chairs faced the stone wall of the bridge over the river—where they’d taken their first ‘family
pictures.’

“What do you mean you got the bridge? Our bridge?”

Jungkook nodded with a delighted smile, his bottom lip held under his teeth.

“How, Kookie? How did you get the bridge?” Jimin whispered, his voice strained as he
tightened his hold on the fabric swatches in his hands.

“When you said how much that spot meant to you and how you’d like to try and recreate
that space, I figured, why not try to get you the actual spot?” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Jimin shook his head. “But Kookie, it’s literally one of the most sought after spots during
the whole cherry blossom season.”

“Sometimes, my love, I think you forget just how much influence my parents have.” He
cocked his head to the side. “Well, influence and money.”

Jimin’s eyes grew wide as realization set in. “Absolutely not. I can’t imagine the amount
of money that took. I can’t allow them to—”

Jungkook wrapped his larger hands around Jimin’s, who still held on to squares of fabric
in shades of rose, creams, and greys. Jimin chewed his lip as he sniffled. “Jimin. I’m going to do
anything and everything in my power to make this everything we could ever dream of wanting.”
 “What do you want, Kookie? What’s something special I can help you have?”

Jungkook brought Jimin’s hands to his face and nuzzled them before pressing soft kisses
to his knuckles. “You. Just you, Jimin, and the promise that no matter what, we’re going to continue
to try.”

Jungkook wrung his hands together as he paced the space in front of the three rows of
chairs, until his attention was pulled to a small square nestled under a rock on the stone bridge. A
smile curled on his lips as he approached. His heart beat erratically, anxious to see what else Jimin
could possibly have to say. Because these little notes? They were the ‘something special’ Jungkook
would want. Small moments between them, that made Jungkook feel like he had the entire world in
his hands.

Jimin and Minji’s limo pulled up to the east side of the bridge and Jimin glanced out the
window. The three rows of white chairs were filled with their closest and dearest friends and
family, he could see the broad back of Jungkook as he chatted anxiously with their officiant. His
chest tightened and he fought to slow his breaths. The rows of huge cherry blossom trees that stood
along the river framed their entire space with curtains of blossoms, fluttering petals dancing around
everyone. Once the choice of location was settled upon for the ceremony, it left very little for the
planner to do. The thought of exchanging vows with Jungkook standing at the stone bridge that
represented the turning point of their relationship was perfection, and Jimin didn’t feel it needed
anything else. The planner changed his mind though when he presented his vision for their altar.
Now that Jimin saw it he realized their planner had been right. Jimin worried the addition would
take away from the natural beauty of the space, but it proved to be a needless concern. Silky, sheer
fabric draped off a slim frame to create a soft, flowing, romantic backdrop accentuated by the
falling petals. The drapery and additional flowers did nothing but enhance the atmosphere. He was
awed.

The touch of a small, warm hand brought him back to his senses. He glanced down to
where Minji patted the top of his hand. “Daddy, it’s time to get married.”

He looked down at her, his lip quivering. He took a deep breath and smiled. “Yes, it is.”

Their door opened and Hoseok stood with a grand smile to usher them out. “Ready to
become Mr. Jeon?” Hobi asked. Jimin nodded as Jin joined his side and they made their way
towards the bridge. Hoseok met Yoongi at the top and Jin met Namjoon. Jimin smiled at how
handsome they all looked. Hoseok and Jin in grey pants and vests with navy-blue bowties to match
Jimin’s grey suit while complementing Yoongi and Namjoon’s matching Jungkook. Minji and
Jimin waited at the bottom, remaining out of sight. As Jimin waited for the sound of the music that
would beckon him to Jungkook’s side he replayed the last couple years in his mind. The way
Jungkook wove his way into his heart, even well before their first official meeting. The way he
finally felt understood, cared for, and encouraged when he opened his heart to the possibility of
being loved. How Jungkook makes him laugh, how he makes love to him, how he loves Minji.
Yeah, he was ready to become Mr. Jeon.

As he heard the piano notes he knew he’d never tire of—the instrumental version of his
engagement song remixed by Yoongi for their ceremony, he and Minji locked hands and started
their procession to Jungkook. He consciously slowed his breathing and kept his gaze down, anxious
excitement causing an internal trembling he wasn’t sure he could control. When he turned to face
the short aisle, he finally raised his eyes and locked onto Jungkook, who’s eyes were wide and
glistening. Jungkook bit his lip as he instantly teared up. Jimin gasped and covered his mouth with
his hand as he fought to remain standing. His eyes filled with tears as he paused, engraving the
image of the love of his life awaiting him into his heart.

Their guests held their collective breath as they felt the love radiate between the two men.
Only when Jungkook mouthed, “Come marry me,” was Jimin able to move.

Jimin and Minji reached Jungkook who still fought to control his emotional state. His
gaze fell to a small, cream-colored square tucked into Minji’s bouquet and then back up to Jimin
with a small smile. “Go ahead Jungkookie, take your note.” Jimin urged.

Jungkook knelt before Minji, stroked the side of her face and gently pulled the note out.

He remained in front of Minji, his head lowered as he cried. “Dad, don’t cry.” Minji said. “It’s a
happy day.”

He raised his glassy eyes to his daughter. “The happiest, Pumpkin.” He gently placed his
hands to the sides of her face and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Dad. Let’s get married.”

Jungkook chuckled as nodded. “Alright. Let’s get married.” Minji moved to stand in front
of their officiant, her spot no longer on Jimin’s side, but rather in the middle, the centerpiece of
their lives.

“Good afternoon.” Their officiant greeted. “First, I’d like to begin by welcoming
everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this happiest of days. It’s no
accident that each of you are here today, and each of you were invited to be here because you
represent someone important in the individual and collective lives of Jimin and Jungkook. Before I
begin, I know that Jimin and Jungkook wanted to say a few things to each other. I offer this
moment to you, Jimin, to greet your fiancé.”
 Jimin looked to Jungkook, who stood open and ready for everything that was to come. It
perfectly embodied his consistent vulnerability and unconditional support with Jimin. He smiled as
he reached for Jungkook’s hands, locking together. “Hi.” He said with a bite to his lip.

Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s hands. “Hi."

Jimin took a deep breath, wanting to relay everything he was feeling in that moment. “I
wasn’t looking for you, Jungkook. But I honestly feel like my soul was. My soul was tied to you
from the beginning, I think. I’ve never told you, but despite my apparent indifference to your bright
smiles and early morning greetings, each time our gazes met, every time you smiled at me with
your sparkling eyes and crinkled nose—you left me breathless. There had always been a deep
yearning for you. --Don’t look at me with those big surprised eyes,” He laughed lightly as
Jungkook tightened the hold on his hands. Jungkook was awestruck by the man in front of him, the
man who would soon be his husband. Jimin stood, both proud and emotional before him. His eyes
glistened lightly, his hair beautifully styled and perfectly layered, beckoning Jungkook to run his
hands through it. His hands remained laced with Jimin’s though, physical support and visual
representation to their guests of the union they already had.

“My heart and soul knew you, Koo, well before I did. And it brought me to you. So many
people and events that never seemed related brought us here. Had I not been found behind my
garage, with he who shall not be named,” they both bit their lips against smiles and small laughter,
“I would have never been pushed further into Taekwondo, I never would have bought the dojang,
and would never have gotten my coffee from the cutest barista I know. A barista that, let’s be
honest, didn’t even need to work but somehow fate led you to choose that café to work in. You
don’t even like coffee!” He teased, the laughter pushing his tears back for a moment. “More than
that, had I not been so desperate to prove I wasn’t who I was, I would not have been
with Yungmi and I would not...” Jimin paused and swallowed, fighting to hold himself together.
“would not have Minji. And without Minji, we would not be here today. She is our thread,
Jungkook. There was a reason Minji’s preschool teacher was Jin. There was a reason my friendship
with Jin developed so effortlessly despite my reservations. There was a reason Jin was in love with
Namjoon—your cousin. There was a reason we all ended up in their backyard for a BBQ, and we
know there was a reason Minji gave you a sparkler.” Jimin’s gaze fell to the side, to Minji,
Jungkook’s eyes following. Minji watched them both, her eyes wider than either of them had ever
seen. She clutched her small cascading bouquet of white roses and cherry blossoms as she watched
her dads with a wide, dimpled smile. “That reason is us, Kookie. Destiny. The universe shifted time
and time again just so we could end up here today.”

“Elizabeth Gilbert said, ‘to be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow—this
is a human offering that can border on miraculous.’ and she was so right. You are my miracle,
Jungkook. You’ve seen me at my worst, at my best, and everything in between...you saw me even
when I tried so hard to hide from you. No matter how scared I was, no matter how much I pushed
you away, you had endless faith in me—in us. You see me, Kookie, you saw me before I even fully
saw myself. Like I said the night we got engaged, you showed me myself. When I’m with you, I
am the best version of myself because I am utterly and unapologetically me.”

“And Minji didn’t just bring us together. I watched as she fell effortlessly in love with
you—her Kookie. She gave me the courage to fall too. To love first, worry second.” He locked his
eyes on Jungkook. “I think it’s worked out pretty well for us.”

“You know, I had some really great things planned for this greeting, but thanks to that
declaration, I’m at a bit of a loss now.” Jungkook chuckled as he dabbed the back of his hand under
his leaking eyes before threading his fingers with Jimin’s again. Jimin’s eyes softened fondly as he
drew in his fiancé in front of him – smooth golden skin, pouty pink lips, soft hair perfectly styled a
touch off center. Before him stood a man he’d seen almost daily for the last year and a half, and yet,
it felt like he was seeing him for the first time. “And it’s not even technically our vows!” He
bemoaned with a laugh and a shake of his head. “But you’ve always had a habit of shaking up my
world, haven’t you?”

Jungkook licked his lip as he reached a shaky hand out to push Jimin’s hair behind his
ear, only to watch it flutter back down. “I’d always been friendly, social, easy to get along with.
You made me so nervous though. I just knew, Jimin, that you were special. I knew the moment I
gathered the courage to do more than take your order and wish you a good day would be the
moment my world shifted. I’d never wanted, and feared, anything more than that moment. I’d
prepared myself though. After months of looking forward to 8am, looking forward to the way my
heart would pound in the confines of my chest as you pushed your hair back and gave a half smile,
looking forward to the sound of your voice repeating your order – cold brew, sweet cream, one
pump simple syrup with light ice—after months of being blissfully tortured I was ready. You know
what day that was?” He smirked lightly at Jimin, who shook his head lightly. “It was the day I
finally didn’t let you place your order. I had said it first. You asked me if I remembered everyone’s
orders. And oh Jimin, how I had planned on saying something slick like ‘only the cute guys’” their
guests laughed lightly. “but then,” he took a deep breath and trailed his hand up Jimin’s where his
fingers then toyed with Jimin’s “#1 Daddy” bracelet nestled just under the cuffs of his jacket and
dress shirt. “then I saw this. I thought all hope was lost. Leave it to me, right? I automatically
assumed you were married, or at the very least, straight. I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.” He
chuckled lightly, hoping it’d cover the start of his sobs.

“And now you have your own.” Jimin said softly as his fingers caressed Jungkook’s ‘#1
Dad’ bracelet and his other hand reached up to cup the side of Jungkook’s face.

A hot tear ran down Jungkook’s right cheek as his voice tightened. “Now I have my
own.” He leaned into Jimin’s touch, cherry blossom petals fluttering down around them as they
paused. “I was resigned to what I thought was my fate, resigned to admiring you from a distance as
I had been for months. Thankfully fate knew better, didn’t she? Because she brought me to
Namjoon’s house that night for a BBQ. Fate and Destiny – those sneaky kids – worked together
that night, not just bringing us into the same space, but for allowing Minji to pull the thread tighter.
There’s a reason I practiced piano for fifteen years and there’s a reason Minji took an interest in it
when she did. You’re right, that reason was this, right here, us. And not even Namjoon’s firm
warnings could stop destiny.” Jimin glanced beyond Jungkook, towards Namjoon, with a playful
shake of his head. “You are nothing short of my everything, Jimin.” Jungkook’s lip started to
tremble as more tears silently broke free. “I can’t believe I get to love you.”

Their attendant cleared her throat with a soft smile as she glanced between the couple
then out to their small gathering of guests. “Anyone else feel like they’re third wheeling right
now?” Their dearest friends and family laughed lightly as both Jimin and Jungkook blushed. “What
an honor though, to bear witness to such a love. I thank you both, Jimin and Jungkook, for allowing
me to share in such a moment for you both. Though I must admit, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt as
unneeded as I do with you two. Just speaking of your love you have both created a ceremony to be
envious of. But I shall try my best.”

She looked to Jimin and Jungkook with a kind smile on her face. “It is not every day that
you get to meet two people who exemplify love so well. Who show that while fate may have
brought them together initially it was choice and perseverance that brought us to stand here today.
So we’re here to celebrate you both, and the union of your family. To celebrate love, friendship,
and the commitment of two people who have promised forever.”

“You don't have to have a ceremony to have a marriage. And when you think about it, the
whole thing is kind of weird, right? You're standing in front of everyone, looking fancy, holding
hands, and being stared at by so many of those who you hold near and dear.” Everyone chuckled
lightly. “So why do we do it? The marriage ceremony has been an important feature across nearly
every culture, religion, generation, and society. And even thought Korea is sadly a bit behind in the
times, you have also chosen to hold this ceremony to declare your love. We have thousands of
important moments that happen throughout our lives, but this one is regarded as one so critical, we
acknowledge its special status by sharing it with others. Why this moment?”

Their officiant smiled. “Because love is what we all share. It doesn’t matter our
background, our culture, our orientation, or our religion. We all love and yearn to be loved. It is a
universal truth, and the best part of humanity. We know if we love, we’re doing something right.
That is why we’re here today, because Jimin and Jungkook are definitely doing something right.”

“Our grooms have decided to present their own vows, and after that greeting how could
we expect anything less?” She nodded to Jungkook, who anxiously shifted his weight from foot to
foot. Jimin squeezed his hands comfortingly.

“My dearest and most lovely Jimin. I promise myself to you in all ways. I promise to give
you any and all words when needed and sit by your side in silence when they are not. I promise to
love, support, and encourage you unconditionally in all your endeavors. I promise to always kiss
you goodnight and tell you how much I love you. The sound of your laughter makes me feel like
I’m floating, so I promise to make you laugh at least once a day—especially when you’re taking
yourself too seriously or being too hard on yourself. I promise to always try to put a new bag in the
garbage when I take the old one out.” Jimin smile affectionately at him. “I promise to stay strong
and dedicated when challenges arise and things get hard because I know that at the end of the day,
we have each other’s backs and we will always find our way back to one another. I promise to try
and live up to the example you give every day on how to be a good dad and I promise to show you
every single day how thankful I am that you have chosen me to love and share this life with. I
promise now and always that you will never walk alone.” He finished with tears flowing freely and
voice tightened with such a feeling of love and devotion he could hardly breathe.

Jimin stood before him, eyes wide and soft with his bottom lip jutted out as he fought his
own tears. He mouthed “thank you” to Jungkook before swallowing thickly and preparing to speak
his own promises to Jungkook.

“Jungkook, my best friend and dearest love—”

“Aside from Minji.” They said in unison, prompting a proud and happy smile from their
daughter and touched smiles and murmured coos from their guests.

“You ease my soul and light my heart on fire. You make me feel alive and like I can take
on anything that might come my way, because I know I have you. Although today marks the
beginning of our lives together as married men, I know it will not be enough time with you.
Forever isn’t enough time with you. So I promise to treasure every moment spent with you by my
side. I promise to push compassion over fairness because we are a team. I promise to encourage
you to chase all your dreams—including your foodie blog.” Jungkook’s nose crinkled with his
delighted smile and Jimin swooned once again. “I promise to accept and cherish you with all your
strengths, quirks, faults and weaknesses, because you accept and cherish mine. No relationship is
perfect – our included, but I promise above all else, to never stop trying.”

Their officiant smiled, giving them a moment to appreciate each other’s promises. “This
is not just a moment between Jimin and Jungkook. We are not just here to celebrate their union, but
the unification of an entire family. Jungkook, if you will.”

Jungkook let go of Jimin’s hands with a soft press of lips to his knuckles. He then knelt
before Minji; who’s eyes went wide. She turned to Jimin, “Daddy. I do get to marry him!”

Everyone laughed lightly, endeared with her excitement. “Oh Pumpkin.” Jungkook
chuckled. “Not quite a marriage, but I do want to promise you some things as well. Is that okay?”
Minji nodded with a bite to her lower lip. Jungkook couldn’t help but notice again how much she
was like her daddy. “My sweetest Minji. I was not there at the beginning. I didn’t witness your first
breath or get to celebrate your first steps. But I promise to be there for every new moment. I
promise to continue to be your biggest fan and loudest cheerleader. I promise to protect you and
support you in all your adventures. I am so touched, Minnie, that you chose me to be your dad. And
I will love you unconditionally for the rest of my life.” He pulled a dainty necklace from his
pocket, the light bouncing off white and pink diamonds set into cherry blossoms that formed a
heart.

“Dad.” Minji gasped as she reached a small hand out to gently touch the necklace. “It’s
so pretty. Is it for me?” Jungkook nodded as he clasped it around her neck and kissed her forehead.
He pulled back and she grabbed the sides of his face before returning the gesture.

Jungkook stood up and returned to face Jimin, who was openly weeping, struggling to
catch his breath. “My love,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin shook his head with his hand locked over his nose and mouth, trying to hide his
emotional state. He pulled his hand away only to whisper, “I had n-no idea, Koo, y-you were g-
going to do that.”

Jungkook hushed and soothed Jimin, caressing his hair and cheeks. “Shh, baby, it’s okay.
We’re not quite done yet.” Jimin met Jungkook’s soft, concerned gaze. “You good?” Jimin sniffled
and nodded. Jungkook nodded to their officiant.

“Jimin and Jungkook, you've both chosen to wear rings as a reminder of the promises
you’ve just made to each other. People often say wedding bands are a perfect circle, with no
beginning and no end. But these rings did have a beginning. The stones were formed a long time
ago deep within the earth. Eventually, a series of lucky events caused them to rise to the surface,
where someone dug them up. Metal was then liquefied in a furnace - molded, cooled, and
painstakingly polished. Something beautiful was made from raw elements.”

“Love is like that. It comes from humble beginnings, and through a combination of
serendipity and effort, imperfect beings shape it into something extraordinary. It's the process of
making something beautiful where there was once nothing at all. As you look at these rings over
the years, I hope you remember that. You've created something invaluable, and just as I know you'll
protect these rings, I'm confident you'll protect the commitments you've made to one another
today.”

Yoongi stepped forward with Jimin’s new ring—his original engagement ring paired with
a thinner white gold band highlighted with black diamonds. Hoseok came to Jimin’s side and
handed him Jungkook’s ring, a large white gold band with black diamonds paired with a thinner
black band with perfect colorless diamonds. Perfectly complementing sets to represent both their
uniqueness apart and beauty together.

“Jungkook, place the ring on Jimin’s finger and repeat after me; As this ring encircles
your finger,” Jungkook followed instructions, keeping his eyes firmly on Jimin as he gently held his
hand and pushed the ring over his finger, repeating each section. “From this moment forward, so
will my love forever encircle you. You will never walk alone. My heart will be your shelter. My
arms will be your home. I promise to do my best to love, cherish and accept you just the way you
are. I give you my heart until the end of time for I have no greater gift to give.”

Jimin was instructed to do the same, which he did. Even if his voice was soft and
tightened with unbridled love. They stood together, their rings glinting in the sun, a constant,
physical representation of their promises to each other. Jungkook couldn’t wipe the smile off his
face, and Jimin couldn’t stop his tears.

“And now, to be absolutely certain, as if there were any doubt—I ask you, Jimin, do you
take Jungkook to be your husband. To love, honor, cherish, and protect. To forsake all others and
hold unto only him forevermore?”

Jimin pictured the years to come, the laughter, the fights, the struggles and triumphs. He
pictured them together, making dinner, making decisions only to benefit the partnership, making
love. “I do. Today and every day.”

“And I ask you, Jungkook, do you take Jimin to be your husband. To love, honor, cherish,
and protect. To forsake all others and hold onto only him forevermore?”

Jungkook winked at Jimin before his nose scrunched and eyes wrinkled under a
mischievous grin. “Hell yeah I do.” Jimin burst into giggles, flinging himself against Jungkook.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around his almost husband. “That’s the laugh I need to hear every day
forever.” He murmured against the side of Jimin’s head.

Their officiant addressed their guests with a bright smile. “It is my absolute honor and
delight to officially declare you married. You may seal this union with a kiss.”

It was then Jimin’s turn to have a glint in his eye as he raked his gaze over Jungkook.
Jungkook took a deep breath and bit his lip before Jimin latched his arms around his neck with his
fingers tight in his hair, pulling him to meet his lips. Jungkook’s hands found instant purchase on
Jimin’s small waist, his large palms slid around to the small of his back and quickly pulled Jimin
tighter against him as he deepened the kiss. Jimin sighed against him before pulling away enough
to gently bite Jungkook’s lip, before pressing their lips back together, dancing and caressing while
the people around them melted away. Jimin licked along Jungkook’s upper lip before delving into
his mouth. Jungkook groaned quietly enough to only be felt by Jimin as they remained pressed
chest to chest.

Minji giggled and turned her head away as her nose wrinkled. The sound pulled Jimin
and Jungkook apart. “Honored guests, it’s my honor to present to you Jeon Jungkook and Jeon
Jimin.”

“And Jeon Minji!” Minji added with a little bounce.

Jungkook scooped her up effortlessly and kissed her cheek. “And Jeon Minji.”
 Jimin and Jungkook’s stylists touched them up after the ceremony before they were
ushered off to do pictures. “Seriously you two, I think you put all other weddings to absolute shame
with that disgusting display of love.” Yoongi teased as they played around during pictures, their
photographers snapping candids all the while.

“Can’t help that we have a way with words.” Jungkook retorted.

“You mean you can’t help that you’re long winded?” Namjoon laughed.

Jungkook draped himself over Jimin’s back. “They’re making fun of me. Make them
stop.”

“To be clear, we’re making fun of both of you.”

As the limo pulled up to the Shilla Jungkook turned to Jimin. “Whew. Ready?”

Jimin blew a long breath out of his pouty lips. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He said before
swallowing one last glass of champagne. The doorman opened their limo door to bright flashes of
press cameras. Yoongi and Hobi stepped out first, followed by Namjoon and Jin. Minji hopped out
with a flourish, a bright smile and little dance. She turned in the middle of the cleared sidewalk
covered in a lush rosy pink carpet that led to the doors and awaited her dads. They stepped out hand
in hand and paused, taking their time to allow press to get some shots before they ushered Minji
inside with them.

“Are we famous, Daddy?” Minji asked in awe as they followed behind their best men to
the grand ballroom that was to house their four-hundred-person reception.

Jimin chuckled. “Maybe a little.”

They approached the main entrance to the ballroom, the walkway framed by overarching
potted cherry trees, lights wrapped around their trunks. They all waited to be announced to the
room filled with extended family, friends, Jimin’s students’ families, military personnel, fellow
taekwondo masters, Jungkook’s classmates, the Jeons’ business associates, a few LGBTQ+ public
figures, and politicians. “Nothing to it, darling. It’s just us.” Jungkook said as he watched Jimin
grow more anxious. Jimin nodded and Jungkook locked their hands together. Yoongi and Hoseok
were announced first, then Namjoon and Jin.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are excited and honored to introduce to you, Mr. Jeon
Jungkook, Mr. Jeon Jimin, and Jeon Minji.” The ballroom erupted in applause and cheers as the
three of them entered the space. Minji hurried ahead of them, relishing the endless attention.
Jungkook urged Jimin forward and pressed a kiss to his temple.

The ballroom was more lavish and extravagant than Jimin could have ever imagined. The
room was filled with massive round tables—some open in the middle to accommodate pillars to
house and spread the realistic branches holding the weeping cherry blossoms, dangling fairy lights
and gemstone drops—seating twenty people each, draped with silky white, pink, and silver linens.
Smaller tables scattered to seat ten each and featured smaller bunches of flowers instead of the
massive trees. The small, twinkling lights against the gleaming place settings created an ethereal
feel. “Oh my god.” Jimin breathed. “It’s…phenomenal.”

“Nothing but the absolute best for my husband.” Jungkook murmured against Jimin’s
neck.

“Your husband.” Jimin repeated with a content smile. Their head table was elevated so
that their esteemed guests would have a better view of them and as they approached, they paused at
the family table. Jimin and Jungkook’s parents all got up to offer hugs—even Hojun who had made
more progress than expected. “This is too much, Aesook.” Jimin murmured.

“Nonsense, darling. This is exactly what you and my Jungkookie deserve.” She pulled
back and kissed his cheek. “You both look absolutely gorgeous. My boys.”

Hojun stopped Jimin as they went to take their seats. “That was quite the ceremony,
Jimin. I’m…I’m happy for you and Jungkook.”

Jimin pulled his father in for another hug as his eyes fell closed in relief. “Thank you,
dad.” Press snapped frantic pictures at the soft moment between them while Hojun’s military
associates and some politicians murmured among themselves in surprise.

Hoseok hurried up the couple of steps to their head table where he clinked his glass,
calling Jimin and Jungkook’s attention. It was a peculiar Western tradition, but their whole wedding
essentially was, so Jimin and Jungkook laughed lightly before clasping hands and hurrying up to
their spot at the head table. Hobi and Yoongi continued to obnoxiously clink their glasses, the rest
of the guests following suit filling the ballroom with tinkling calls for kisses.

“I’ll never tire of kissing you.” Jimin promised as he grabbed Jungkook by the back of
the neck and pulled him down to meet his lips. More cheers and applause filled the room before the
slowly pulled apart, eyes locked on each other and sparkling more brilliantly than all the stars in the
night sky.

They all settled in to be served dinner, chatting happily among everyone. Jimin,
Jungkook, and Minji did their rounds to their guests’ tables as everyone was being served. They’d
each by lying if they tried to say it wasn’t intimidating to meet so many people they hardly knew—
or didn’t know at all. But Jungkook could socialize with anyone effortlessly and easily led all
encounters. Jimin excitedly introduced him to his students and their parents and was proud to
introduce Jungkook to his past military cohorts. Jimin had to keep Jungkook moving when he got
into too deep of conversations with classmates or friends he hadn’t seen in too long. “Come on,
babe, I’m hungry.” Jimin complained, his lips brushing over the shell of Jungkook’s ear before he
pulled back with his lips in a full pout.

Jungkook smiled down at their guests apologetically. “We should head back to our seats,
it would appear my baby is hungry—and so is our daughter.” They all laughed lightly as Jimin
pouted further. “Come on baby.” Jungkook said as he locked their hands together and hurried back
to their table.

Shortly after they were served and they started to eat, Hoseok stood from his seat at
Minji’s side. He tapped the mic in his hand to gather everyone’s attention as he walked to stand
beside Jimin. “Good evening, everyone. For those of you who don’t have the pleasure of knowing
me, my name is Hoseok and I’ve been Jimin’s best friend for, oh man, twelve years? Too long, yet
not long enough I suppose.” He smiled down at Jimin with his hand on his shoulder. “Now, as one
of Jimin’s best men, he has asked that I keep this speech short, classy, and family-friendly, and
politely asked me to leave out stories that could be unflattering to him. So I’ve had to redline
stories about skipping classes to dance in my mom’s studio, Jimin getting in fights, and our
drunken shenanigans...but I do feel comfortable saying, ‘I told you so.’ Which is exactly what I
said to Jimin when he told me his relationship with Jungkook was becoming truly serious.” Jimin
hid his face in his hands as he laughed and shook his head.

“As a third-party spectator to their developing love, it was ridiculously clear that the two
of them represent a perfect pairing because each of them complements the other so well. Even if
our dear Jiminie didn’t want to see it. They balance one another, and while each of
them are tremendous individuals on their own, together they are even better. And being better
together, as a team, a unit, and partners in crime, is what ultimately leads us to being here today,
witnessing their commitment to one another in front of those they love most. I’ve never been so
happy to be able to say, ‘I told you so’. It’d been entirely too long since I’d seen Jimin this happy.
So thank you, Jungkook, for making my best friend so happy, for loving him so much, for making
him laugh, for reminding him just how amazing he is. And of course, thanks for bringing your best
friend into the picture.”

Jungkook burst into loud laughter with a solid clap to Yoongi’s back. “Yeah, of course, no
problem Hobi. Happy to help.” He chuckled.

“I love you both so much. Congratulations on today and every day.” Hobi raised his glass
to a round of cheers before taking a sip and then pressing his lips to Jimin’s cheek. “Love you
buddy.”

“Love you too, Hobi.”

Hoseok turned and smiled at Yoongi as he held out the mic. “Your turn, Pretty.” Yoongi
smiled lightly at his boyfriend as he accepted the mic and a quick kiss to his forehead. “He’s the
best friend.” Hobi added with a wink out towards the guests, eliciting some small giggles.

Yoongi licked his lips and looked down at Jungkook and Jimin. “You know, when this
whole thing started, I was always Jungkook’s reality check, trying to keep him from getting too far
ahead of himself.” Jungkook nodded. “It was a futile mission—he was hopelessly in love with
Jimin from the very beginning. So let’s try a reality check now, hm?” He posed with a small
chuckle.

“I’m here to remind you that love isn't happily ever after, love is the experience of
writing your story. And in that story, you’re gonna run into some things that aren’t pretty, aren’t
easy, and that will frankly suck. But it’s how you make it through those things that will create your
love story. Love isn’t just one moment - not even this moment. It's every moment. Big ones like the
first time saying 'I love you,' moving in together, Minji deciding that Jungkook is her dad, getting
engaged - but mostly love is a million little moments that come in between the big moments; falling
asleep next to one another, making dinner together, taking Kakuna on evening walks, the Sunday
morning cinnamon roll tradition Jimin and Minji brought you in on, binge-watching Netflix shows,
getting a big hug when you get home from work or school… These everyday moments fuse
together into one big experience. I hope it’s an experience that you will both honor and treasure.”
He paused and shook his head. “No. I know you’ll both honor and treasure it. So, enjoy it to the
fullest, never stop laughing, never go to bed angry, remember to validate when feelings are hurt,
and never stop taking care of each other in whatever form the other needs at the time. You both
might be the babies of our group of misfits, but you’re great examples of what it means to be
partners and what it means to be in love. Oh! And never forget my number when you need a sitter
for Minji, we still have plenty more songs to write together. Don’t we Min?” Minji grinned widely
with a nod. “Here’s to continuing to write your story.” He finished with a raise of his glass and a
round of applause.

“An actual marshmallow.” Jungkook teased as Yoongi finished. “Thanks Yoongs.”

“No problem, Kid.” Yoongi said with a short ruffle to Jungkook’s hair.

“Uncle Joonie next!” Minji called around a mouthful of dinner. Namjoon laughed as he
finished chewing and wiped his mouth.

“Well, we all know whatever Minji wants, Minji gets, hm?” Jungkook laughed.

“She got you, didn’t she?” Jimin replied.

Jungkook turned to his husband and stroked the side of his face. “You both got me.” He
leaned forward and kissed Jimin gently before turning to Namjoon. “Alright, cuz, let’s hear it.” He
teased as Namjoon stood.

“Such a brat, that one.” Namjoon laughed, the guests chuckling along. “Jungkookie has
essentially always been more of a little brother than my younger cousin. We’ve always just been a
part of each other’s lives, and I’ll admit, I tried to keep these two parts of my lives separate; Jimin
and Jungkook. Jungkook can be a lot to handle sometimes—very enthusiastic, kinda like a puppy.
And when I saw his magnetic pull to Jimin, I panicked a bit. I worried he’d scare Jimin away. And
he almost did on more than one occasion. But now…now I can’t imagine them apart. Jimin would
be happy to tell you how it’s all my fault that he and Jungkook didn’t get together sooner—but how
was I supposed to know that he was Jungkook’s elusive ‘cold brew sweet cream’?” Jimin’s bubbly
giggles filled the space around them as he leaned into Jungkook, overcome by laughter.

“I wish I could tell you a single story about Jungkook and Jimin that summarizes their
relationship and how they enrich each other’s lives, and the lives of anyone blessed enough to
know them, but the truth is there isn’t one single event that is a good encapsulation of what they
mean to me, to each other, and to all of us. But what I do know is they both care deeply and
passionately for each other; they protect each other; they make each other laugh and think outside
themselves; I know time magically seems to both fly and slow down when they’re together. They
help each other in ways that are obvious and unnoticed, but always appreciated. They’re setting a
solid, beautiful example for Minji as to what it looks like to love and to be loved. I have always
been honored to call Jungkook family. I am more than delighted to call Jimin and Minji family as
well—officially. To many years and endless love.”

He clinked his glass to Jungkook’s, Jimin’s, and Minji’s before taking a sip and smiling at
Jin.

“Oh shoot.” Jin said. “I think that means it’s my turn.” He looked to Jimin and Jungkook,
then leaned down towards Minji. “Was I supposed to write something?” He teased, putting Minji
into a fit of giggles.

Jin stood and bowed to Jimin and Jungkook’s guests. “Thank you for coming to celebrate
these two absolutely amazing men. I’m so thankful to know them both, as I’m sure you feel as well.
Minji certainly is a soldier of fate, bringing people together to love and care for each other. She
brought Jimin to me and Namjoon, and our lives have never been the same. While it’s only been a
few years that we’ve been friends, I feel like I’ve known Jimin forever. I wish I had because my life
is so much better with him in it.”

“Jimin’s been through some shit in life, let’s be real.” Jimin snorted through a laugh with
a nod while Jungkook wrapped his arm over Jimin’s shoulder and squeezed his upper arm. “His
resiliency and determination are astounding. And that’s how I know that he and Jungkook are going
to be okay. Not simply because of some divine intervention—I do not argue that destiny and fate
brought them together initially—but rather because I know they will both do whatever it takes to
keep this going.”

“So, as the old married man here at this table, I have some advice.” He faced Jimin and
Jungkook. “To make your relationship work will take love, and the deliberate choice to continue to
love—even when you don’t like the other in that particular moment, because those moment will
happen. Continue to date each other. Take time to show each other that your love and marriage
grows stronger every day. It will take trust to know that in your hearts, you truly want what is best
for each other. It will take dedication to stay open to one another—and to learn and grow
together. It will take loyalty to go forward together, without knowing exactly what the future might
bring. It will take laughter to remind you that life doesn’t need to be taken so seriously all the time.
It will take patience, when things that used to amuse you or be endearing suddenly turn
irritating. And it will take commitment to hold true to the journey you have both pledged today. I
know you have these traits, each of you know that you both have these traits, and everyone
gathered here to celebrate you knows that you have these traits. I am privileged to call you friends
and honored to call you family. Thank you for welcoming me into your private inner circle, Jimin. I
have encountered many parents in my time as a teacher, but never before had I met someone who
loved and cared for their child as selflessly as you—though Jungkookie is coming in as a strong
runner up. Clearly learning from the best.” He smiled between Jimin and his husband. “Namjoon
and I can only hope that we’ll be able to follow the example you’ve set for us. To many years, and
perhaps many babies!” He laughed as everyone raised their glasses.

Jimin swallowed the last of his champagne and lowered his glass to the table while
keeping his eyes on his husband. Jungkook, feeling the gaze opened his eyes and locked on to
Jimin with a smile. The tinkling sound of silverware on crystal beckoned them closer and as Jimin’s
lips were captured by Jungkook he knew it had all been worth it. None of it had been easy, but to
feel this—an all-encompassing love that encouraged him to heal from the inside out, to be able to
love and be loved—was worth it. Jimin listened as their guests ranging from closest family and
friends, to completely unacquainted press, cheered and supported their marriage and realized that
perhaps this was why Jungkook was always so open and loud in his love for Jimin and Minji.
Because with all its negativity, toxicity, and pain, the world needed love—real, honest love—to be
shared and spread. Like cherry blossoms on a breezy spring day.
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Three Years Later

“I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve been able to touch you.” Jin murmured as he trailed his full
lips over the side of Namjoon’s neck and ran his hands up his sides. Joon carded his hands through
Jin’s hair and held him tightly.

“I know.” He sighed as he lifted his knees and squeezed Jin’s hips with them. Jin groaned
against Namjoon’s neck and a wave of goosebumps washed over Namjoon. Jin’s hands flitted over
Joon’s skin before stopping to play with the waistband of his boxers. “Don’t waste time.” Joon
huffed.

“I want to take my time.” Jin said softly as he pulled away from Namjoon’s neck and
pecked his lips gently.

“We don’t have time.” Joon urged as he glanced at the clock. “It’s already 5:15am.”
 “Right, so we should have at least a half hour.” Jin grinned as his fingers went back to
teasing along the top of Namjoon’s boxers. He didn’t tease for too long though and quickly
removed the barrier then wrapped his large hand around his partner. Namjoon threw his head back
and sighed in relief and pleasure.

Jin slithered his way down Namjoon’s body and kissed his hip before ghosting his lips
over Namjoon’s length. “Shit.” Namjoon breathed.

Jin kissed the side of Namjoon’s dick before finally lowering his mouth over him,
swirling his tongue over every spot he could reach. A small squawk caused them both to freeze. Jin
shot his eyes up to Namjoon with Namjoon’s dick still in his mouth. The scene would have been
downright comical, but the tense anticipation killed any ability to laugh. They waited a beat, two
beats and just as Jin lowered his eyes and went to continue a full wail filled the quiet space of their
room.

Namjoon dropped his head back. “Dammit.”

Jin pulled off him with a sad grimace. “Stay. I’ll get him.”

“You know if he’s up, she’ll be up in a minute.”

“I know, I know.” Jin said as he quickly crawled off Namjoon and grabbed his pajama
pants and a t-shirt. “But you’re not quite in a state to help me.” He said with a smirk and a glance
down to his husband’s still anxious erection. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Namjoon’s
before hurrying out of the room.

Namjoon smiled fondly as he heard Jin through the baby monitor. “Hey little man, you’re
up early.” He cooed. “Shhhh, you gotta calm down or you’re gonna wake your sister and you know
how she needs to sleep until at least six.”

“Papa.” The small voice cried.

“Shhh, Woojin, shhh, Papa’s coming. Daddy’s here.”

“Ona.” Woojin whined, rubbing his face into Jin’s chest.

“Yeona’s sleeping, Woo.” Jin said softly, rocking back and forth as he bounced their
fourteen-month old son. “Come on, want juice?” The small boy nodded against Jin as his small
hands clung to his shirt.

Jin turned and had barely stepped out of the room when he heard a small, “Daddy.”

Jin stopped, an endeared, gentle smile playing on his lips. He turned and entered their
room again. “Hey sweet baby.” Yeona, Woojin’s twin sister, stood at the side of her crib, arms
outstretched and small hands reaching for Jin.

“Ona!” Woojin smiled as he reached down towards her.

“Hold on, hold on.” Jin said as he tried to juggle Woojin back into his hold while also
developing a plan to gather Yeona.

“Need a hand?” Namjoon’s deep voice beckoned from behind him.

 “Papa!” Woojin called as he twisted in Jin’s hold in a desperate attempt to get to
Namjoon.

Namjoon laughed as he grabbed Woojin from Jin’s arms. “Come on, Goober, let’s get you
some juice. You got Sunshine?”

Jin ran his hand over Yeona’s head, brushing her hair away from her face. “Yeah, I got
her. Come on Sunshine, let’s get you changed.”

Namjoon would never forget the day the adoption agency had called them. Thank God
they’d been together because the moment their worker told Jin they had been fully approved and
that if he and Namjoon wanted they had 3-month-old twins that could be a good fit, Jin lost all
capacity to function. He started sobbing uncontrollably and had shakily held the phone out to
Namjoon with a shake of his head. Joon didn’t fare much better, but he was able to successfully set
up a day and time for them to meet their potential babies—and then brought them home four days
later.

“Love! You ready?” Jungkook called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Hold on.” Jungkook heard Jimin rummaging around in their room. “Did
you call the school? They know we’re coming to pick her up?”

“Yep, they’re expecting us.” Jungkook hollered back up the stairs. Jimin finally appeared
and then hurried down. Jungkook smiled fondly at him. “You look great.”

Jimin sighed with wide eyes. “Great enough to stand for photo ops at the National
Assembly?”

Jungkook wrapped his arm around his husband’s waist. “Absolutely.” He pressed his lips
firmly to Jimin’s forehead. “Our parents will meet us there. As well as Namjoon, Jin, the twins, and
Hobi and Yoongi.”

Jimin nodded. “Alright then, let’s go.”

Jimin, Jungkook, and Minji met everyone at the front of the National Assembly building
in Seoul. Met with hugs and excited chatter, they all realized this was real. They were about to
witness a bill being signed into law that would make their marriages legal and fully recognized. “I
can’t believe this is really happening.” Jin said with a shake to his head and watery eyes.

“I know.” Jimin agreed. He turned to his father. “You did so much to push this forward. I
—I just…”
 Hojun gave a short nod to him and squeezed his shoulder. “I just talked to a few
buddies.”

“You’re always so humble.” Chanri teased as she clasped his hand.

“Uncle Jinnie! Can I carry Yeona?” Minji asked with a smile. Jin couldn’t deny how his
heart sang at the fact that despite now being nine, Minji still called him Uncle Jinnie.

“I don’t know Minnie. She’s not getting any smaller. How about I’ll carry her in, and she
can sit in your lap once we’re in the observation room?” He asked with a small rub to the top of her
head as Yeona reached out for her cousin, who happily played with her small hands.

“Alright Uncle Jinnie.” She said before turning her attention back to Yeona. “I’ll snuggle
you in a little bit.” She said before pretending to eat her chubby hands which made Yeona squirm
and giggle.

“When do we tell her?” Jungkook whispered to Jimin as they watched her play with
Yeona.

“I think tonight would be good. It’s a big day already, may as well make it huge.” Jimin
said as he leaned into Jungkook’s hold.

“We’re gonna need a bigger house soon.” Jungkook teased.

He didn’t expect it when Jimin turned to him, his eyes bright and hopeful. “Yeah?”

“If you want. I mean, I’d be open to more.”

Jimin’s eyes lit up before being taken over by his full, pink cheeks. He placed his hands
to either side of Jungkook’s face and kissed him firmly. “I want three.”

Jungkook wrapped his arm around Jimin’s waist. “Three it is.”

Their small group of family; Jimin, Jungkook, Minji, Chanri, Hojun, Aesook, Jinho,
Grandma Kim, Jin, Namjoon, the twins Woojin and Yeona, and Hobi and Yoongi settled into the
observation room above the National Assembly chamber to watch the proceedings. Minji had a
tight hold on Yeona, playing patty-cake with her while her dads kept their hands locked together,
emotions clenching their chests.

It was in this space that they watched the same-sex marriage bill be approved by the
National Assembly and then be passed off to the Prime Minister and State Council members to be
signed before the President was to sign. The President nodded towards the observation room and
security cleared their throat behind the group. “If you’ll follow me.”

“Here we go.” Jimin whispered.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Minji followed Hojun and Chanri. The rest of their entourage came
down with them but hung at the back of the chambers to watch. The President held out his hand,
urging the five of them forward and smile gently. With the President stood his Chief Justice of the
Supreme Court. The press standing at the back of the room frantically took pictures and live
streamed the proceedings. Huge crowds were gathered outside, a sea of rainbows and loud
celebratory cheers and sobs heard for blocks upon blocks. Opposition still stood, but very little
could dampen the spirits of those who had to remain hidden for far too long who could now stand
proudly with those they had sworn their lives to. A day that would go down in history. Jimin didn’t
feel they were worthy of such an honor to stand at the forefront of such a moment, but it had been
insisted upon.

“Admiral Park, Mrs. Park. Mr. and Mr. Jeon. What an honor to stand before you. This bill
was a long time coming, and came only because you, among countless other brave Korean citizens,
fought for it. I admit, Admiral Park’s position was what opened the door to deeper discussions
within this forum, and I am thankful for it. This bill will not magically make hardships go away for
those in same-sex or non-traditional marriages, as I’m sure you are aware.” Jimin and Jungkook
both nodded. “But it is a step in the right direction. It is incorrect to only believe that social norms
create laws, we must also recognize that laws create and shape social norms. It is our hope as a
nation that this law will help reshape our social norms in our capacity to embrace and love those
different from us. This is my honor, and not one I take lightly.”

The President then took the pen offered to him, signed his name with a grand flourish and
held it up for the press. Then, the five guests were arranged around him for the barrage of flashes
that surrounded them. Things settled and The President turned back to Jimin and Jungkook.
“Before you go, I would like to offer the Chief Justice to you, so that yours may be the very first
legal same-sex marriage in the Republic of South Korea.”

Jimin looked to Jungkook who looked absolutely delighted. “Yes sir, of course, we’d be
honored.” Jungkook hurried to say.

“We will need two witnesses to sign as well.” The Chief Justice said in a deep, gravelly
voice worn from too many years of speaking at great lengths on cases that shaped and shifted the
climate of South Korea. Jimin and Jungkook turned to their supportive entourage and gave a short
nod to their best men.

“I don’t think we can decide between the four.” Jimin murmured.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Jungkook whispered.

“In the middle of the National Assembly? No.” He scolded. Though Jungkook could tell
he was biting back a giggle.

“We rock paper scissored on the way up.” Jin said quietly as he came to Jimin’s side.
“It’ll be Namjoon and Hobi.”

“Y’all are a bunch of geniuses.” Jimin said with a smile. Jin and Yoongi stood to the side
with Hojun and Chanri while Jimin, Jungkook, Minji, Namjoon, and Hoseok remained with The
President and the Chief Justice.

And it was there—in front of all members of the National Assembly, the press, the crowd
outside watching, and millions of citizens of the Republic of South Korea tuning in on televisions,
smart phones, public screens, and computers—that Jimin and Jungkook once again declared their
unconditional and undying love for each other, swore their lives to one another and sealed the
promises with the connection of their lips. The Chief Justice signed their marriage decree and
handed it to them with a firm handshake and soft smile.
 “So, are you guys the official ‘first gay couple’ of Korea now? Like, the First Lady of the
US White House?” Yoongi teased as they eventually made their way out of the Assembly building.

Jungkook looked at Jimin with a cheeky smile and wink. “I’ll take it.” They hurried to
the cars parked at the back of the building, not wanting to risk anyone’s safety by leaving out the
front. While most were likely friendly supporters, they didn’t want the crowds to scare the babies
and didn’t want to risk the off chance of there being some unhinged bigot wishing to take their
frustration out on them.

“Sweetheart,” Jimin started as he, Jungkook, and Minji crawled into the back of one of
the Jeon’s towncars. “Dad and I wanted to talk to you about something before we got to the hotel.”

“Okay Daddy.” Minji said as she fussed with sliding the clasp of her necklace back to
behind her neck, the sunlight glinting off the white and pink diamonds in her cherry blossoms.

“You like being with Yeona and Woojin, yeah?” Jungkook asked.

Minji’s face lit up with an instant smile, eyes sparkling happily. “They’re so cute. I love
them.”

Jimin met Jungkook’s eyes and swallowed thickly before blowing out a long breath. “I
know it’s been awhile since we talked about this, but if you remember from Uncle Jinnie and Uncle
Joonie, these things take time…”

Minji’s eyes grew wider as they darted between her dads. Her mouth slowly fell open.
“Daddy.” She whispered.

Jimin took out his phone and turned it towards Minji. “We just got word two days ago,
Minnie. This is Areum.”

Minji’s eyes welled up and she sniffled as she fought her tears. “Daddy, she’s beautiful.”
She paused for a moment. “She’s ours?” Her voice was small, hesitant.
 Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s knee, his own gaze watery as he watched their daughter fall
in love with her little sister. “We wanted you to be the first to know, Pumpkin.” Jungkook said.

Minji reluctantly pulled her eyes away from Jimin’s phone. “When do we bring her
home?”

Jimin smiled brightly, relieved that Minji was so excited. It’d been so long since they first
talked about trying to adopt that he worried she’d resigned to being an only child. “Well, that
depends. How much shopping do you think we can do in a day?” He laughed. “I still have things
from when you were a little baby, but we’ll need to get things like diapers, bottles, formula, clothes,
toys, blankets.”

Minji’s face turned serious. “Let’s go right now.”

Jungkook chuckled next to Jimin. “We’re supposed to have dinner with everyone at
Grammy and Papa’s hotel.”

“Your hotel, Dad.” Minji sassed.

“Details.” Jungkook dismissed. “Point remains.”

“But we’re getting a baby, Dad! We need to go shopping right now.”

Jimin reached out and held Minji’s hands. “We’ll go right away after dinner. Promise.”
Minji huffed. “Shouldn’t we tell everyone else?”

“I suppose.” She mumbled.

The table was filled with chatter and laughter, the space filling with an overwhelming
sense of family and home. “Shall we get dessert?” Jin asked to a round of agreements.

“No!” Minji hollered, causing everyone to pause.

“Since when do you not want dessert Minnie?” Hobi asked. “You love the cheesecake
here.”

“Since today, right now. Daddy, Dad, and I need to go shopping. Daddy said we could go
after dinner.” Minji narrowed her eyes and Jimin hurried to calm her down.

“Sweetheart, we’ll still—”

“Shopping? What’s so important you need to go tonight?” Chanri asked with a light
laugh.

Before Jimin or Jungkook could get her to pause, Minji blurted, “We need to get things
tonight so the baby can come home right away.”

The table fell into an anxious, excited silence. Grandma Kim was the brave soul to speak
first. “Jungkookie? Jimin? A baby?” Her gaze flicked between the two of them, Jimin bit his lip as
Jungkook’s lip quirked up. “You’re getting a baby!”
 “Her name is Areum.” Minji interjected quickly. “Daddy show Great Gram the picture!”

In an instant the anxious silence broke into endless excitement and congratulations. “Oh
darling, she’s absolutely beautiful!” Chanri gushed as she accepted the phone from Grandma Kim.

“When will we get to meet her?” Jin asked, gazing at the phone as Namjoon held it just
beyond Woojin’s reach.

“Well, we need to get everything set up for her—”

“Which is why we need to go shopping.” Minji interrupted, frustration painting each

word.

Jungkook stroked the back of her head. “We can likely pick her up the day after
tomorrow, but we’d really like some time to settle in with her before we fill the house with
visitors.” Jungkook said.

“Oh yes, of course.” Aesook hurried to say. “It’s important for the three of you to bond
with her as much as you can right away. You just let us know and we’ll make sure to get there.”

“Well, don’t let us keep you then.” Jinho said with a chuckle. “You best take Minnie here,
and get your shopping done!”

“Ugh, finally!” Minji huffed as she put her napkin over her plate and shuffled out of her
chair.

Jungkook laughed as he stood. “She’s a bit excited.”

“You can’t blame her.” Yoongi said. He came to Jungkook and pulled him into a tight
hug. “I’m so happy for you, kid.”

“You and Hobi next?” Jungkook teased.

Yoongi glanced back at Hoseok and smiled fondly. “Nah. We have Ziggy. We’re good.
It’s nice to be able to spoil the babies but then give them back.”

“Hence why Uncle Yoon and Uncle Hobi are their favorites.” Jimin laughed as he came
up to the pair.

“Argh, can we go yet!?” Minji groaned from beside Jimin.

“Go, go.” Hobi said with a sweeping motion of his hands. “We aren’t offended. Just let us
know if you need anything.”

“Of course.” Jimin promised. They all hurried to say goodbye, share hugs and rushed to
get their evening shopping done.

Jungkook stood in the middle of Areum’s grey and teal elephant themed nursery. His
hands trembled lightly, dampened with sweat. In a matter of hours this room would no longer be
without a baby. She’d be home. With them. In less than five years, Jungkook had gone from a
young man without much direction, to a man in love willing to do anything to make his relationship
work, to a dad, a husband, and a successful businessman in the process of taking over not just the
Jeon-Kim hotels, but also the management of Jimin’s four dojangs. He’d done alright coming in
with Minji, Jimin having already done most of the hard work he supposed. But now…now he was
starting from the very start. Sweet Areum was only two and a half weeks old. As excited as he was,
he couldn’t deny the deep fear locked into his stomach, reaching out to every inch of his body.

“My love.” Jimin’s soft voice said as his arms wrapped around Jungkook’s waist. “You
don’t have anything to worry about. We’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be a wonderful dad—you
already are.”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ve—I don’t—she’s so little, Jimin.”

Jimin stepped around Jungkook and caressed his face, bringing his gaze to his eyes. “I
will teach you. You know I’ll never let you fail, Koo.” Jungkook gave an unsure nod. “I promise.
You and me, Kook, we never stop trying, right? This is just a new adventure.” Jungkook licked his
bottom lip and gave a firmer nod. “Alright then. Minji’s going to kill us if we’re not downstairs in
the next thirty seconds.”

“Okay.” Jungkook said through a deep breath. “Let’s go get our baby.” His throat
tightened but he forced the tears back.

Jimin remembered the feelings of terror, anxiety, and love when Minji came into the
world and as he paused in the lobby of the adoption agency with Jungkook and Minji he was
overcome with a completely different set of emotions. While the light anxiety was still there, he
wasn’t terrified, he wasn’t as unsure. He was excited, overcome with joy in being able to share the
experience with the man who had stolen his heart with bunny smiles and doe eyes. He didn’t think
there was room for anyone else in his heart once Minji took root there, but Jungkook proved him
wrong. He didn’t take any of his love for Minji away—no, instead Jimin’s heart grew to
accommodate them both. And now, as they stood holding hands awaiting the elevator, he felt his
heart growing once again, making room for the darling baby five floors up.

He glanced to Jungkook and easily saw the unease and worry in his wide eyes. Jimin
squeezed his hand twice to get his attention. Jungkook looked over and Jimin mouthed I love you.
Jungkook gave a nervous smile back before they stepped into the elevator. Minji excitedly pushed
the button for the fifth floor. Jimin leaned in closer to whisper against Jungkook’s ear. “You have so
much love in your heart, Koo. Areum is so lucky to get your as her dad.”

Jungkook swallowed thickly. “Stop. I c-can’t.” He pled, his voice cracking.

They stepped out of the elevator to be met with their agent Jisoo, who had a delighted
smile on her face. “Jimin, Jungkook! Good morning, Minji.”

“Where’s Areum!?” Minji asked.

Jisoo laughed lightly. “Someone’s excited.” She winked at Jimin and Jungkook. “She’s
waiting for you. Right this way.” She motioned them to follow her. “We have our photographer
waiting for you as well. We love to document everyone’s first meeting.”
 “That’s…that’s actually really perfect.” Jungkook said. “Thank you.”

They approached the huge glass windows and door that would lead them into the daycare
space of the agency. Jimin and Jungkook paused one last time before following through the open
door. This was their last moment as just the three of them—once beyond the threshold it would be
four.

The room was filled with children and adults, playing, reading, sleeping, eating. It
bustled with energy which only increased as the Jeons walked in. “She’s right over here.” Jisoo said
softly. They turned a corner into a quieter space, a handful of basinets with sleeping infants greeted
them. Jungkook tightened his grip on Jimin’s hand.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Minji followed Jisoo to one of the basinets where Areum lay
asleep, her small hand suckled by her pouty, pink lips. Minji gasped beside them and Jimin heard a
small, strangled sob be swallowed down by Jungkook. Jimin drew in a deep breath, trying to keep
his composure. “This is Areum.” Jisoon said as she gently scooped Areum up and turned to Jimin.

Jimin reached out his hands and sighed as the soft, warm bundle was placed in his arms.
He and Jungkook gazed down at her, eyes wide and glistening. Jimin raised her higher as he
dropped his face down. He nuzzled up against her perfectly smooth skin and breathed in her soft
scent of baby lotion. She squirmed lightly and squeaked just a bit and Jimin’s heart clenched. He
felt Jungkook’s large palm resting at the small of his back while his other one reached out to gently
trace along the top of Areum’s small hand. “She’s perfect.” Jungkook whispered.

“Here,” Jimin whispered as he turned and motioned to a large, overstuffed chair. “Sit.”
Jungkook nodded silently as he shakily sat down, worried he wouldn’t be able to keep a firm hold
on Areum if he tried to remain standing. The agency photographer continued to stay a respectful
distance away but snapped away. Minji quickly crawled up onto the arm of the overstuffed chair
and watched as Jimin gently transferred Areum from his embrace to Jungkook’s.

The moment the small girl was nestled in his hold, Jungkook felt his heart burst. He
choked on a sob as he hunched over her, kissing her forehead as tears streamed from his eyes, down
his cheeks and onto hers. He gently wiped them away as he murmured and whispered against her as
he wept. “Oh sweet girl, we’ve waited for you for so long. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. I love
you. I love you. I love you.” He looked up towards Jimin and cried harder. “I di-didn’t think I’d
ever…get the ch-chance…”

Jimin ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair, reminded of the night Minji had given him
his #1 Dad bracelet—he’d been so overcome with love and happiness. “Shhh, baby, I know.”

Jungkook eyes locked onto Jimin as he evened his breathing while hot tears continued to
stream down his face. “You’ve given me everything Jimin. Everything I could…I could ever want.”

“As you have for me, Kookie. I love you so much.”

Minji slid down a bit and wrapped herself around Jungkook as she gazed down at Areum.
Jungkook’s shoulders shook as he was overtaken by his sobs—it was too much, holding Areum as
Minji held him. He turned his head and she nuzzled against him before kissing his cheek. “You
wanna hold her, Pumpkin?” He asked, his voice thick with the whirlwind of emotions in his chest.

“Yes, please.” Minji said softly. Jungkook stood, holding Areum close to his chest and
motioned for Minji to take his place in the chair. She sat up straight and awaited her baby sister.
 She bit her lip against a smile, her dimples fighting to come through in her delight. Jimin eased
himself onto the arm of the chair at Minji’s side and watched as Jungkook lay Areum in Minji’s
arms before he moved to sit on the other arm of the chair. Minij traced her fingers along the side of
Areum’s soft cheek. Her eyes widened as Areum’s small eyes cracked open and looked up towards
Minji. A small gasp passed Minji’s lips as Areum’s small hand reached out and clasped around
Minji’s finger. “Hi Peanut.” Minji cried. “I’m your big sister, Minji. These are our dads.” She
looked towards Jungkook, “This is Dad.” And then she looked to Jimin. “And this is Daddy.”
Areum brought her fist, still holding Minji’s finger, back to her mouth and suckled contently.
“We’re gonna love you so much.” She promised.

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