i got your text, baby

jimin really hates fridays. one would probably disagree because fridays are the best. fridays meant parties. fridays meant sleeping the night away and waking up late because there’s no classes on the next day.

but for jimin, fridays meant extra hours of dance practice. don’t get him wrong, he loves dancing, but going straight to a four hour long of dance practice after work isn’t really the best, you know. his boyfriend scolded him about it before, threatening that he’ll talk to jimin’s instructor and give him a good punch or two for making his baby mochi practice for four hours on a friday. jimin just giggled at him after that.

it’s not like jimin have a choice, though. he only attends dance practices thrice a week because he’s busy with uni and work.

usually, when jimin gets home on fridays, he would immediately throw his body on the couch, not bothering to go to his room because he’s that exhausted.

but right now, his stomach is grumbling — demanding to get it filled with, well, food. but jimin’s too exhausted to even cook or order himself some food. so, he opts for the easiest way — ask his boyfriend to bring him some.

with a little (read: a lot) effort, he reaches one hand out to the side of the couch to grab his phone. it took him half a minute, but once his phone is in his hand, he wastes no time texting jeongguk, telling him how hungry he is, but he’s too tired to move.

jimin drops his phone to his side once he sends the message. he could already feel his eyes slowly fluttering close, but he’s trying his very damn best to fight it. only for a minute, only for a minute, he tells himself before he completely lets sleep take over his body.

not even half an hour later, jimin awakens to the sound of his door being unlocked. he could hear silent huffs and rustle of plastic bags. that’s probably jeongguk, he thinks.

he opens his eyes and attempts to get up, but fails miserably, a groan slipping past his lips when he only managed to flip his body so that he could see jeongguk. he smiles at his boyfriend, eyes moving down to the plastic bags and…ohmygod is that a box of pizza? fuck, my boyfriend’s a literal angel, i’m blessed.

jimin’s heart speeds up, still having the same feeling just like the first time his boyfriend brought him food at an ungodly hour. god, he’s in so deep.

“i got your text, baby.” jeongguk smiles, raising both of his hands to show the plastic bags of food and the box of pizza.

“i love you so fucking much,” jimin mumbles sleepily as he lifts his arms forward and wiggles his fingers cutely, motioning his boyfriend to come close. jeongguk just chuckles, sauntering towards his boyfriend just to tease him, earning himself a low grumble from jimin.

once jeongguk reaches jimin, he drops everything down and pulls his hyung up, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist and tugging him closer until their bodies are flushed together. jimin blinks up at him, eyes overflowing with affection.

“i missed you so much, gguk-ah.”

“we just saw each other this morning, baby.”

“shut up, i still missed you.”

jeongguk giggles, pinching jimin’s nose and pulls himself out of his boyfriend’s arms. jimin whines, hands reaching for jeongguk, but the taller man dodges him.

“i know you’re really hungry, baby. let’s eat first, then cuddle later, hmm?” jimin pouts, almost (read: completely) forgetting the reason why he asked jeongguk to come. it’s not his fault that just the mere presence of his boyfriend makes his brain forget about everything and just think of jeongguk jeongguk and jeongguk.

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the couple are currenlty seated on the floor, with jimin settled between jeongguk’s legs, a bowl of jjajjangmyeon on his lap and a piece of pizza and chicken in each of his hands. yeah, he’s that hungry. jeongguk isn’t eating that much, just a slice of pizza and watching his cute boyfriend eat are enough to make him feel full. cheesy? always. for jimin.

they’d also feed each other from time to time, but mostly it’s just jimin shoving food into jeongguk’s mouth because kookie, you should eat more!!! i can’t have my baby holding back his hunger just because i’m really hungry.

jeongguk chuckles. “no, really, hyung, i’m not hungry. you can eat everything if you want, i bought all of these for you anyway.”

jimin could only pout then he continues eating.

watching jimin eat or more like staring at jimin’s lips while he’s eating isn’t probably the smartest thing to do because now, jeongguk could only think of kissing jimin breathless.

their bodies are pressed together, with jeongguk’s arms circled around jimin’s waist, completely forgetting about the discarded slice of pizza that he put on the box, and his chin resting on jimin’s shoulder. his eyes are trained on jimin’s lips, gulping at how glossy and kissable it looks at the moment.

jimin turns his head. “what are you star–” jeongguk didn’t let him finish, leaning in to catch jimin’s lips with his. a soft whimper escapes jimin’s lips and jeongguk smiles.

when jeongguk pulls away, he scrunches up his nose cutely. “you taste like jjajjangmyeon.”

“i never asked you to kiss me.”

“yeah, but i wanted to.”

jeongguk dives back in, devouring jimin’s lips like he’s been deprived of it.

i just want to see the stars with you

jimin shuffles on his seat nervously, eyes never meeting jeongguk’s. it’s their fifth anniversary today and he’s been planning (for months, actually) to propose to his boyfriend. he just loves jeongguk so, so much — he’d give the whole world to him, and he’s sure the latter loves him just as much.

so, jimin picked a perfect place to spend their fifth anniversary. a park near the han river. it’s nothing fancy, really, but this place holds a very special memory to the both of them. it’s where they first met. yeah, jimin’s a huge sucker for romantic stuffs like this.

perfect timing. that’s what’s jimin’s been waiting for. it has been hours of stargazing and just simply enjoying and basking in each other’s presence, but jimin’s having a hard time formulating the words he’s been rehearsing since this morning. maybe it’s the nervousness or perhaps it’s because jeongguk’s been acting a little off since they left their shared apartment.

when jeongguk sighs for the sixth time, jimin calls jeongguk’s name softly, afraid of something he couldn’t exactly decipher. a heavy feeling lies in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. jeongguk doesn’t turn his head, he only hums. jimin shifts to face his boyfriend, looking more determined, but the heavy feeling never left his chest. he suddenly feels cold, and no, it’s not because of the wind.

“gguk-ah…”

this time, jeongguk stiffens before turning to face jimin.

“hyung?”

biting his lip, jimin looks jeongguk straight in the eyes. why is he so nervous? he’s been dating jeongguk for five years, for fuck’s sake. he knows jeongguk will say yes. he will…right? he shakes his head lightly.

“i have…something to —”

“jimin.”

“yes, baby?”

jimin pretends he didn’t notice how jeongguk flinched at the endearment.

“i…i have something to tell you first.”

with a small uneasy smile, jimin nods. “sure, you go first.”

jeongguk can’t seem to look at jimin properly. a bad sign. the heavy feeling on jimin’s chest intensifies. it’s spreading through his body, leaving every limb cold and numb. jimin tries to tell himself that jeongguk’s probably acting like this because he’s also planning to propose.

he feels stupid.

“jimin, i…” said boy shudders at the cold voice. his eyes start to burn, tears threatening to spill, but he blinks them all away. “i’m so sorry.”

he doesn’t say anything, and waits for the other to continue, eventhough he already knows what’s about to come. jimin’s been pretending all along.

he’s been pretending that he doesn’t know jeongguk’s been spending his “overtime” in someone else’s house. he’s been pretending he doesn’t notice all the subtle hickies littered on jeongguk’s chest. he’s been pretending he still hears jeongguk answering him “i love you too”, although the younger only hums in return. he’s been pretending he doesn’t realize jeongguk’s been slowly slipping away from him.

he’s been pretending he still has jeongguk’s heart and he feels so stupid for making himself believe all these lies just to ease the pain in his now hollow heart.

a breathy sigh slips past jimin’s lips. “i know, jeongguk-ah, i know.” he looks up at the younger, eyes flashing with pain, sadness, and regret. i’m letting you go. he couldn’t bring himself to say these four words, so he pulls jeongguk’s face with shaky hands and connects their lips in a kiss. a kiss filled with sorrow, longing, and farewell.

once they pull apart, jimin’s cheeks are stained with tears. jeongguk’s crying too, but not as much as jimin.

jimin slips his right hand in the pocket of his jacket, and clutches the ring box tightly as he watches jeongguk’s back walking away from him until he disappears in his line of sight.

he just loves jeongguk so, so much — he’d let him go for him to be happy…even if he shatters his own heart.

there for you

“why is it so quiet?”

jeongguk steps inside the apartment, scanning the whole room with his mouth slightly ajar. when jimin sent him a text, saying that he’s probably dying, he thought jimin was just being a dramatic after his break up with his ugly ass ex.

“because the world is mourning my loss.” jeongguk turns and follows the voice, inching towards the couch.

jimin’s sprawled on the floor beside the couch, limbs spread out like a starfish, and hair fanned out around his head like a halo. jeongguk couldn’t help but smile at the scene before him. jimin’s probably feeling miserable right now, but jeongguk thinks he looks like an angel. he looks so perfect.

“your loss? hyung, it was his, not yours! he’s so stupid for cheating on you. he doesn’t even know what he’s missing out. hyung, you’re wonderful, amazing, perfect. he doesn’t deserve you! fuck, no one deserves you! you’re just — ”

“gguk-ah, i appreciate your words, but shut up, i’m trying to process my emotions and you’re not helping.” jeongguk feels his whole face burn at that. dammit, he thinks, he let his mouth take control again.

jeongguk shifts his weight, biting his lips to keep himself from pouring out his feelings. it’s such a bad timing to confess to your best friend when said best friend just broke up with his ex and needs someone who can provide him comfort. jeongguk will always put jimin’s feelings first. he’s always been the younger’s priority.

“hyung,” he starts as he steps closer to jimin. when jeongguk reaches the elder, he nudges jimin’s side with his foot to urge him to stand up, only to get ignored. “c’mon, when life gives you lemons, you gotta make some fucking lemonade.”

jimin snorts, still unmoving, but a hint of smile appears on his lips.

“you love lemonade, right?”

jeongguk heads to the kitchen, shuffling around until he finds the juicer. when he looks up, jimin’s already across the counter. a melancholic aura surrounds him, he’s watching the younger, gaze overflowing with sorrow.

jeongguk just wants to pull jimin into his arms and whisper soothing words in his ears. he wants to reassure jimin that it wasn’t his fault. he wants to erase every disgusting word dokyeom planted in jimin’s brain after the break up. but seeing the fragile state of jimin, jeongguk could only sigh, afraid that he himself might be the first one to breakdown.

“will you get the lemons please?”

jimin shuffles to the refrigerator and draws out one lemon. jeongguk gestures to pass him the lemon and jimin did, timidly.

“can you give me more?”

“more?” the sudden change in jimin’s tone makes jeongguk’s head shoot up quickly. he stares at his hyung in mild confusion, unsure of what to say. “you want more?”

jeongguk was about to answer him when jimin pulls out more lemons and starts throwing them at the younger. “then take it, take all of it! i don’t care anymore!” he continues throwing lemons at jeongguk, who was screaming in panic while dodging the fucking lemons. where did all of those even come from?

the kitchen is filled with screams and shrieks of jeongguk and consecutive yells of expletives of jimin. jeongguk ducks down. “hyung, stop! if you don’t want your lemonade too sour, then fucking tell me! no nee — oww! fuck!”

“you want it? take it! fucking take it, jeon jeongguk!” more lemons fly around the kitchen. seriously, where the fuck are they coming from?

looking around, jeongguk tries to find a way to escape his very chaotic and emotionally unstable best friend. counting down, he dashes towards the living room, jumping over the couch like a freakin’ action star and hiding behind it.

“jimin hyung, st—” two lemons hit his face. “how come you’re not running out of fucking lemons?!”

a few minutes passed before silence takes over the whole apartment. a little reluctant, because jimin might be waiting for him to fall for his trap, jeongguk slowly peeks through the side of the couch, eyes frantically searching for jimin. when he sees no sign of his hyung, he cautiously pushes himself up from the floor, stance automatically set in a fight mode just in case more lemons fly towards him.

“hyung?” he calls out, alert.

“gguk-ah.”

upon hearing the voice, jeongguk turns around as his gut tells him that he’ll get hit again and he was right. a lemon appears in his line of sight. with a dramatic yell, jeongguk slaps it away, position falling into a fight mode again. he waits for another lemon, but he only hears a snicker from his left.

“what a loser,” jeongguk hears jimin mumble. he whirls around, eyes landing on jimin’s slumped form in a corner. he has his knees pulled up against his chest, chin resting on his knees.

jeongguk’s heart stills at the sight of his best friend. jimin looks exhausted. he looks paler than usual, palpable bags under his eyes are very much evident, and the usual glow he has is gone. the break up must have really taken a toll on him, and jeongguk’s not giving him the love and comfort he needs. what a horrible best friend.

“jimin-ah,” jeongguk moves closer, kneeling in front of jimin when he reaches the latter. jeongguk places on hand on jimin’s knees, the other lifting up to cup jimin’s right cheek, which, jeongguk noticed, is stained with dried tears. jimin nuzzles his face into jeongguk’s palm, seeking comfort.

he rubs jimin’s cheek with his thumb gently, eyes never leaving jimin’s face.

“c’mon, hyung, let’s get you to bed,” jeongguk whispers softly, fingers tapping jimin’s knees. “we’ll cuddle while binge-watching all three seasons of haikyuu, alright?”

the corners of jimin’s lips lift up upon hearing his words. he wraps his arms around jeongguk’s neck and pulls him into an embrace. jeongguk embarrassingly shudders, face heating up when he feels jimin’s lips pressed against his skin as the elder whispers.

“thank you for always being here for me, gguk-ah. hyung promises that he’ll be there for you too. i love you, gguk-ah.”

‘love’ & ‘baby’

“what are those…?”

jeongguk tilts his head and smiles at jimin innocently. “flowers.”

“for what?”

you mean, for who. the younger’s smile grew bigger as he slowly saunters towards his cute boyfriend who looks like a confused puppy at the moment.

when he was on his way to their company building to pick up jimin, jeongguk passed by a flower shop and decided to be a sweet and cheesy boyfriend ((he’s always sweet and cheesy when it comes to jimin but so what? can’t jeongguk pamper his baby?)) and bought jimin tons of flowers. like, really, tons. the ahjumma vendor was ecstatic and told jeongguk that she hopes his lover would love all of them. oh, he will love them alright. jeongguk smiles to himself, imagining jimin’s flushed face and wide smile as he hands him the flowers. with a deep kiss, of course.

“for you, love.” jeongguk says softly, wrapping his arms around jimin’s waist and pulling him closer until their chests are flushed together. he nuzzles jimin’s hair, inhaling his boyfriend’s sweet scent. “hyung, what shampoo did you use? you smell so nice. i mean, you always smell so good, but today is different.”

jimin snorts. “baby please, i didn’t even shower today.”

“ahh that explains it. your natural scent has always been my favorite of all.” with a toothy grin, jeongguk dives in for a quick peck.

“you’re such a cheeseball,” jimin giggles in between kisses.

“only for you, love.” jeongguk winks, grinning when he sees jimin’s face flushing a deeper shade of red.

jimin huffs. he pushes jeongguk lightly and reaches for his phone. “c’mon baby,” he walks towards the mirror, smirking when he notices jeongguk’s eyes widening at the pet name. “let’s take a selca.”

jeongguk follows jimin like a puppy and stands a little too close to him, placing his arms around jimin’s waist by instinct. they take a few (read: a lot) of selcas with no space between them before jimin puts his phone down and places his hands above jungkook’s that are currently hugging his body.

“baby, let’s take photos that are appropriate to be posted in public.” jimin whines, detaching himself from jeongguk and turns to place a chaste kiss on jeongguk’s lips. he faces the mirror again and tilts his head slightly until his hair tickles the side of jeongguk’s face.

jeongguk’s eyes twinkle as he beams widely, slipping his hands in his pockets. he couldn’t stop smiling. he feels like his heart’s about to burst out of his chest. how could someone so smol make him feel all of these immense emotions.

jeongguk doesn’t notice that jimin’s done with the selcas until the smaller drops his head on jeongguk’s shoulder, giggling cutely while looking at the photos they took.

“your smile is weird. you looked like you won the lottery.”

“well, i did win something that’s much better than the lottery.”

jimin hums. “what is it?”

“your heart.”

an au in which jimin, at an early age, has expressed his love for flowers. his grandmother owned a flower shop which he often visited when he was young. there, he was able to learn more about the meaning behind each flower. he also learned how to properly arrange and combine the perfect flowers in creating a bouquet. as a gift for jimin’s help, his grandmother gave jimin two tickets for the opening of the newly established and largest garden in busan. delighted, jimin invited his best friend, jeongguk, to come with him. jeongguk didn’t really fancy flowers that much yet he accepted his hyung’s offer because he just loves spending time with him. and also, the soft spark in jimin’s eyes when he asked jeongguk had the latter nodding without hesitation.

presently, jimin took over the flower shop and jeongguk is now a tattoo artist. jeongguk visits jimin’s flower shop everyday to help him around or just simply chat with him. sometimes, jimin would introduce jeongguk his favorite flowers and tell him why he loves them. while other times, jeongguk would be just there, with his sketchbook and pencil at hand, drawing all the flowers that jimin said was his favorite. there were instances when jeongguk doesn’t visit jimin’s flower shop due to work.

jimin understands, but on this particular day, jeongguk shouldn’t be having an overtime because it’s jimin’s birthday. the elder waited for hours yet jeongguk never came. however, just as he was about to close the shop, a familiar soft voice fills up the whole store. it was jeongguk, who is now wearing a t-shirt instead of his usual sweater. jimin’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, lips trembling as he takes in the intricate and delicate tattoos covering jeongguk’s arms. they were colorful. they were beautiful. they were all jimin’s favorite flowers.

“happy birthday, hyung.”

an au wherein whenever people dream, they are transported into a different universe. jimin, a college student who has lost all his will to live after a consecutive catastrophic events which led him to lose his scholarship, hasn’t had a proper sleep for days. he isn’t complaining, though, because sleeping meant dreaming. jimin isn’t very fond of dreams. every single dream he had were all just him floating or running into an abyss of darkness and nothingness, then he’d wake up with cold sweat on his back.

one night, when jimin closes his eyes, he is expecting pitch black that would swallow him just like every other night. however, what greets him is a mop of black hair bouncing as this person in front of him, who happens to be holding jimin’s hands, runs faster while yelling some incoherent words that jimin couldn’t understand. when they stop, the person turns to face jimin and throws him a big toothy grin.

“is this your first time here? i’m jeongguk, by the way! and i’ll be your guardian in this universe, so don’t wander off all by yourself, okay? wait — oh my god you look pale, are you okay? should i explain what’s going on?”

an au in which jimin, at an early age, has expressed his love for flowers. his grandmother owned a flower shop which he often visited when he was young. there, he was able to learn more about the meaning behind each flower. he also learned how to properly arrange and combine the perfect flowers in creating a bouquet. as a gift for jimin’s help, his grandmother gave jimin two tickets for the opening of the newly established and largest garden in busan. delighted, jimin invited his best friend, jeongguk, to come with him. jeongguk didn’t really fancy flowers that much yet he accepted his hyung’s offer because he just loves spending time with him. and also, the soft spark in jimin’s eyes when he asked jeongguk had the latter nodding without hesitation.

presently, jimin took over the flower shop and jeongguk is now a tattoo artist. jeongguk visits jimin’s flower shop everyday to help him around or just simply chat with him. sometimes, jimin would introduce jeongguk his favorite flowers and tell him why he loves them. while other times, jeongguk would be just there, with his sketchbook and pencil at hand, drawing all the flowers that jimin said was his favorite. there were instances when jeongguk doesn’t visit jimin’s flower shop due to work.

jimin understands, but on this particular day, jeongguk shouldn’t be having an overtime because it’s jimin’s birthday. the elder waited for hours yet jeongguk never came. however, just as he was about to close the shop, a familiar soft voice fills up the whole store. it was jeongguk, who is now wearing a t-shirt instead of his usual sweater. jimin’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, lips trembling as he takes in the intricate and delicate tattoos covering jeongguk’s arms. they were colorful. they were beautiful. they were all jimin’s favorite flowers.

“happy birthday, hyung.”

fic request: open

ola, dumplings! i’ve decided to take a break from my wips for now, so i’ll be opening my requests for a very short time. i will only do drabbles tho! and i will only be writing kookmin, oikage, and bakudeku.

please do check out my rules before sending any request/s. my ask box is open, hit me up!

fic request: open

ola, dumplings! i’ve decided to take a break from my wips for now, so i’ll be opening my requests for a very short time. i will only do drabbles tho! and i will only be writing kookmin and oikage/kageoi.

please do check out my rules before sending any request/s. my ask box is open, hit me up!

‘love’ & ‘baby’

“what are those…?”

jeongguk tilts his head and smiles at jimin innocently. “flowers.”

“for what?”

you mean, for who. the younger’s smile grew bigger as he slowly saunters towards his cute boyfriend who looks like a confused puppy at the moment.

when he was on his way to their company building to pick up jimin, jeongguk passed by a flower shop and decided to be a sweet and cheesy boyfriend ((he’s always sweet and cheesy when it comes to jimin but so what? can’t jeongguk pamper his baby?)) and bought jimin tons of flowers. like, really, tons. the ahjumma vendor was ecstatic and told jeongguk that she hopes his lover would love all of them. oh, he will love them alright. jeongguk smiles to himself, imagining jimin’s flushed face and wide smile as he hands him the flowers. with a deep kiss, of course.

“for you, love.” jeongguk says softly, wrapping his arms around jimin’s waist and pulling him closer until their chests are flushed together. he nuzzles jimin’s hair, inhaling his boyfriend’s sweet scent. “hyung, what shampoo did you use? you smell so nice. i mean, you always smell so good, but today is different.”

jimin snorts. “baby please, i didn’t even shower today.”

“ahh that explains it. your natural scent has always been my favorite of all.” with a toothy grin, jeongguk dives in for a quick peck.

“you’re such a cheeseball,” jimin giggles in between kisses.

“only for you, love.” jeongguk winks, grinning when he sees jimin’s face flushing a deeper shade of red.

jimin huffs. he pushes jeongguk lightly and reaches for his phone. “c’mon baby,” he walks towards the mirror, smirking when he notices jeongguk’s eyes widening at the pet name. “let’s take a selca.”

jeongguk follows jimin like a puppy and stands a little too close to him, placing his arms around jimin’s waist by instinct. they take a few (read: a lot) of selcas with no space between them before jimin puts his phone down and places his hands above jungkook’s that are currently hugging his body.

“baby, let’s take photos that are appropriate to be posted in public.” jimin whines, detaching himself from jeongguk and turns to place a chaste kiss on jeongguk’s lips. he faces the mirror again and tilts his head slightly until his hair tickles the side of jeongguk’s face.

jeongguk’s eyes twinkle as he beams widely, slipping his hands in his pockets. he couldn’t stop smiling. he feels like his heart’s about to burst out of his chest. how could someone so smol make him feel all of these immense emotions.

jeongguk doesn’t notice that jimin’s done with the selcas until the smaller drops his head on jeongguk’s shoulder, giggling cutely while looking at the photos they took.

“your smile is weird. you looked like you won the lottery.”

“well, i did win something that’s much better than the lottery.”

jimin hums. “what is it?”

“your heart.”

there for you

“why is it so quiet?”

jeongguk steps inside the apartment, scanning the whole room with his mouth slightly ajar. when jimin sent him a text, saying that he’s probably dying, he thought jimin was just being a dramatic after his break up with his ugly ass ex.

“because the world is mourning my loss.” jeongguk turns and follows the voice, inching towards the couch.

jimin’s sprawled on the floor beside the couch, limbs spread out like a starfish, and hair fanned out around his head like a halo. jeongguk couldn’t help but smile at the scene before him. jimin’s probably feeling miserable right now, but jeongguk thinks he looks like an angel. he looks so perfect.

“your loss? hyung, it was his, not yours! he’s so stupid for cheating on you. he doesn’t even know what he’s missing out. hyung, you’re wonderful, amazing, perfect. he doesn’t deserve you! fuck, no one deserves you! you’re just — ”

“gguk-ah, i appreciate your words, but shut up, i’m trying to process my emotions and you’re not helping.” jeongguk feels his whole face burn at that. dammit, he thinks, he let his mouth take control again.

jeongguk shifts his weight, biting his lips to keep himself from pouring out his feelings. it’s such a bad timing to confess to your best friend when said best friend just broke up with his ex and needs someone who can provide him comfort. jeongguk will always put jimin’s feelings first. he’s always been the younger’s priority.

“hyung,” he starts as he steps closer to jimin. when jeongguk reaches the elder, he nudges jimin’s side with his foot to urge him to stand up, only to get ignored. “c’mon, when life gives you lemons, you gotta make some fucking lemonade.”

jimin snorts, still unmoving, but a hint of smile appears on his lips.

“you love lemonade, right?”

jeongguk heads to the kitchen, shuffling around until he finds the juicer. when he looks up, jimin’s already across the counter. a melancholic aura surrounds him, he’s watching the younger, gaze overflowing with sorrow.

jeongguk just wants to pull jimin into his arms and whisper soothing words in his ears. he wants to reassure jimin that it wasn’t his fault. he wants to erase every disgusting word dokyeom planted in jimin’s brain after the break up. but seeing the fragile state of jimin, jeongguk could only sigh, afraid that he himself might be the first one to breakdown.

“will you get the lemons please?”

jimin shuffles to the refrigerator and draws out one lemon. jeongguk gestures to pass him the lemon and jimin did, timidly.

“can you give me more?”

“more?” the sudden change in jimin’s tone makes jeongguk’s head shoot up quickly. he stares at his hyung in mild confusion, unsure of what to say. “you want more?”

jeongguk was about to answer him when jimin pulls out more lemons and starts throwing them at the younger. “then take it, take all of it! i don’t care anymore!” he continues throwing lemons at jeongguk, who was screaming in panic while dodging the fucking lemons. where did all of those even come from?

the kitchen is filled with screams and shrieks of jeongguk and consecutive yells of expletives of jimin. jeongguk ducks down. “hyung, stop! if you don’t want your lemonade too sour, then fucking tell me! no nee — oww! fuck!”

“you want it? take it! fucking take it, jeon jeongguk!” more lemons fly around the kitchen. seriously, where the fuck are they coming from?

looking around, jeongguk tries to find a way to escape his very chaotic and emotionally unstable best friend. counting down, he dashes towards the living room, jumping over the couch like a freakin’ action star and hiding behind it.

“jimin hyung, st—” two lemons hit his face. “how come you’re not running out of fucking lemons?!”

a few minutes passed before silence takes over the whole apartment. a little reluctant, because jimin might be waiting for him to fall for his trap, jeongguk slowly peeks through the side of the couch, eyes frantically searching for jimin. when he sees no sign of his hyung, he cautiously pushes himself up from the floor, stance automatically set in a fight mode just in case more lemons fly towards him.

“hyung?” he calls out, alert.

“gguk-ah.”

upon hearing the voice, jeongguk turns around as his gut tells him that he’ll get hit again and he was right. a lemon appears in his line of sight. with a dramatic yell, jeongguk slaps it away, position falling into a fight mode again. he waits for another lemon, but he only hears a snicker from his left.

“what a loser,” jeongguk hears jimin mumble. he whirls around, eyes landing on jimin’s slumped form in a corner. he has his knees pulled up against his chest, chin resting on his knees.

jeongguk’s heart stills at the sight of his best friend. jimin looks exhausted. he looks paler than usual, palpable bags under his eyes are very much evident, and the usual glow he has is gone. the break up must have really taken a toll on him, and jeongguk’s not giving him the love and comfort he needs. what a horrible best friend.

“jimin-ah,” jeongguk moves closer, kneeling in front of jimin when he reaches the latter. jeongguk places on hand on jimin’s knees, the other lifting up to cup jimin’s right cheek, which, jeongguk noticed, is stained with dried tears. jimin nuzzles his face into jeongguk’s palm, seeking comfort.

he rubs jimin’s cheek with his thumb gently, eyes never leaving jimin’s face.

“c’mon, hyung, let’s get you to bed,” jeongguk whispers softly, fingers tapping jimin’s knees. “we’ll cuddle while binge-watching all three seasons of haikyuu, alright?”

the corners of jimin’s lips lift up upon hearing his words. he wraps his arms around jeongguk’s neck and pulls him into an embrace. jeongguk embarrassingly shudders, face heating up when he feels jimin’s lips pressed against his skin as the elder whispers.

“thank you for always being here for me, gguk-ah. hyung promises that he’ll be there for you too. i love you, gguk-ah.”

i got your text, baby

jimin really hates fridays. one would probably disagree because fridays are the best. fridays meant parties. fridays meant sleeping the night away and waking up late because there’s no classes on the next day.

but for jimin, fridays meant extra hours of dance practice. don’t get him wrong, he loves dancing, but going straight to a four hour long of dance practice after work isn’t really the best, you know. his boyfriend scolded him about it before, threatening that he’ll talk to jimin’s instructor and give him a good punch or two for making his baby mochi practice for four hours on a friday. jimin just giggled at him after that.

it’s not like jimin have a choice, though. he only attends dance practices thrice a week because he’s busy with uni and work.

usually, when jimin gets home on fridays, he would immediately throw his body on the couch, not bothering to go to his room because he’s that exhausted.

but right now, his stomach is grumbling — demanding to get it filled with, well, food. but jimin’s too exhausted to even cook or order himself some food. so, he opts for the easiest way — ask his boyfriend to bring him some.

with a little (read: a lot) effort, he reaches one hand out to the side of the couch to grab his phone. it took him half a minute, but once his phone is in his hand, he wastes no time texting jeongguk, telling him how hungry he is, but he’s too tired to move.

jimin drops his phone to his side once he sends the message. he could already feel his eyes slowly fluttering close, but he’s trying his very damn best to fight it. only for a minute, only for a minute, he tells himself before he completely lets sleep take over his body.

not even half an hour later, jimin awakens to the sound of his door being unlocked. he could hear silent huffs and rustle of plastic bags. that’s probably jeongguk, he thinks.

he opens his eyes and attempts to get up, but fails miserably, a groan slipping past his lips when he only managed to flip his body so that he could see jeongguk. he smiles at his boyfriend, eyes moving down to the plastic bags and…ohmygod is that a box of pizza? fuck, my boyfriend’s a literal angel, i’m blessed.

jimin’s heart speeds up, still having the same feeling just like the first time his boyfriend brought him food at an ungodly hour. god, he’s in so deep.

“i got your text, baby.” jeongguk smiles, raising both of his hands to show the plastic bags of food and the box of pizza.

“i love you so fucking much,” jimin mumbles sleepily as he lifts his arms forward and wiggles his fingers cutely, motioning his boyfriend to come close. jeongguk just chuckles, sauntering towards his boyfriend just to tease him, earning himself a low grumble from jimin.

once jeongguk reaches jimin, he drops everything down and pulls his hyung up, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist and tugging him closer until their bodies are flushed together. jimin blinks up at him, eyes overflowing with affection.

“i missed you so much, gguk-ah.”

“we just saw each other this morning, baby.”

“shut up, i still missed you.”

jeongguk giggles, pinching jimin’s nose and pulls himself out of his boyfriend’s arms. jimin whines, hands reaching for jeongguk, but the taller man dodges him.

“i know you’re really hungry, baby. let’s eat first, then cuddle later, hmm?” jimin pouts, almost (read: completely) forgetting the reason why he asked jeongguk to come. it’s not his fault that just the mere presence of his boyfriend makes his brain forget about everything and just think of jeongguk jeongguk and jeongguk.

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the couple are currenlty seated on the floor, with jimin settled between jeongguk’s legs, a bowl of jjajjangmyeon on his lap and a piece of pizza and chicken in each of his hands. yeah, he’s that hungry. jeongguk isn’t eating that much, just a slice of pizza and watching his cute boyfriend eat are enough to make him feel full. cheesy? always. for jimin.

they’d also feed each other from time to time, but mostly it’s just jimin shoving food into jeongguk’s mouth because kookie, you should eat more!!! i can’t have my baby holding back his hunger just because i’m really hungry.

jeongguk chuckles. “no, really, hyung, i’m not hungry. you can eat everything if you want, i bought all of these for you anyway.”

jimin could only pout then he continues eating.

watching jimin eat or more like staring at jimin’s lips while he’s eating isn’t probably the smartest thing to do because now, jeongguk could only think of kissing jimin breathless.

their bodies are pressed together, with jeongguk’s arms circled around jimin’s waist, completely forgetting about the discarded slice of pizza that he put on the box, and his chin resting on jimin’s shoulder. his eyes are trained on jimin’s lips, gulping at how glossy and kissable it looks at the moment.

jimin turns his head. “what are you star–” jeongguk didn’t let him finish, leaning in to catch jimin’s lips with his. a soft whimper escapes jimin’s lips and jeongguk smiles.

when jeongguk pulls away, he scrunches up his nose cutely. “you taste like jjajjangmyeon.”

“i never asked you to kiss me.”

“yeah, but i wanted to.”

jeongguk dives back in, devouring jimin’s lips like he’s been deprived of it.

i just want to see the stars with you

jimin shuffles on his seat nervously, eyes never meeting jeongguk’s. it’s their fifth anniversary today and he’s been planning (for months, actually) to propose to his boyfriend. he just loves jeongguk so, so much — he’d give the whole world to him, and he’s sure the latter loves him just as much.

so, jimin picked a perfect place to spend their fifth anniversary. a park near the han river. it’s nothing fancy, really, but this place holds a very special memory to the both of them. it’s where they first met. yeah, jimin’s a huge sucker for romantic stuffs like this.

perfect timing. that’s what’s jimin’s been waiting for. it has been hours of stargazing and just simply enjoying and basking in each other’s presence, but jimin’s having a hard time formulating the words he’s been rehearsing since this morning. maybe it’s the nervousness or perhaps it’s because jeongguk’s been acting a little off since they left their shared apartment.

when jeongguk sighs for the sixth time, jimin calls jeongguk’s name softly, afraid of something he couldn’t exactly decipher. a heavy feeling lies in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. jeongguk doesn’t turn his head, he only hums. jimin shifts to face his boyfriend, looking more determined, but the heavy feeling never left his chest. he suddenly feels cold, and no, it’s not because of the wind.

“gguk-ah…”

this time, jeongguk stiffens before turning to face jimin.

“hyung?”

biting his lip, jimin looks jeongguk straight in the eyes. why is he so nervous? he’s been dating jeongguk for five years, for fuck’s sake. he knows jeongguk will say yes. he will…right? he shakes his head lightly.

“i have…something to —”

“jimin.”

“yes, baby?”

jimin pretends he didn’t notice how jeongguk flinched at the endearment.

“i…i have something to tell you first.”

with a small uneasy smile, jimin nods. “sure, you go first.”

jeongguk can’t seem to look at jimin properly. a bad sign. the heavy feeling on jimin’s chest intensifies. it’s spreading through his body, leaving every limb cold and numb. jimin tries to tell himself that jeongguk’s probably acting like this because he’s also planning to propose.

he feels stupid.

“jimin, i…” said boy shudders at the cold voice. his eyes start to burn, tears threatening to spill, but he blinks them all away. “i’m so sorry.”

he doesn’t say anything, and waits for the other to continue, eventhough he already knows what’s about to come. jimin’s been pretending all along.

he’s been pretending that he doesn’t know jeongguk’s been spending his “overtime” in someone else’s house. he’s been pretending he doesn’t notice all the subtle hickies littered on jeongguk’s chest. he’s been pretending he still hears jeongguk answering him “i love you too”, although the younger only hums in return. he’s been pretending he doesn’t realize jeongguk’s been slowly slipping away from him.

he’s been pretending he still has jeongguk’s heart and he feels so stupid for making himself believe all these lies just to ease the pain in his now hollow heart.

a breathy sigh slips past jimin’s lips. “i know, jeongguk-ah, i know.” he looks up at the younger, eyes flashing with pain, sadness, and regret. i’m letting you go. he couldn’t bring himself to say these four words, so he pulls jeongguk’s face with shaky hands and connects their lips in a kiss. a kiss filled with sorrow, longing, and farewell.

once they pull apart, jimin’s cheeks are stained with tears. jeongguk’s crying too, but not as much as jimin.

jimin slips his right hand in the pocket of his jacket, and clutches the ring box tightly as he watches jeongguk’s back walking away from him until he disappears in his line of sight.

he just loves jeongguk so, so much — he’d let him go for him to be happy…even if he shatters his own heart.

scribbles and drawings

title: scribbles and drawings author: evil_pandabear rating: general audiences genre: fluff word count: 2k status: completed summary: jimin would draw for his soulmate whenever he could, and in return he got adorable scribbles of random notes. jungkook was forgetful and would write everything down on his hand, and got to watch the beautiful drawings form on his arm

desperate times call for magical measures

title: desperate times call for magical measures author: teecysh rating: not rated genre: fluff and humor word count: 7k status: completed summary: jimin, known by all as one of the most powerful witches of the land, has but one small problem: his enormous crush on jeon jeongguk, the cute village boy. when said crush appears at his door unannounced, jimin panics and accidentally turns him into a toad.

miri’s delivery service

title: miri’s delivery service author: springlights rating: teen and up audiences genre: fluff and humor word count: 10k status: completed summary: jimin isn’t quite sure why his (hot, really hot) neighbor’s dog suddenly starts bringing him gifts every week, but he can’t say he really minds. like, at all. especially when jungkook shows up on his doorstep looking for her, sweaty and breathless and most importantly of all, shirtless.

kookmincloset님’s note: this is one of my favorites! the first time i saw this, i was really excited to read it bc the title was obv from ghibli’s ‘kiki’s delivery service’ which is one of my fave anime movies uwu

you are my song

title: you are my song author: wintermist rating: teen and up audiences genre: fluff word count: 1k status: completed summary: the view of jungkook mc-ing is probably the cutest and one of jimin’s favorite things to watch. but today is different and jimin’s not even a little bit amused.