Most Beautiful Moment in Life: An Epic Jikook Love Story ✔

Chapter Sixteen: Communicate

Trigger Warnings for this Chapter:

Explicit Sex Scenes (You've been Warned!  Haha)

Drinking (As Usual)

Adult Language (As Always)

It was Friday at the studio and they were standing around drinking wine and eating around the fruit table which they had now made an official end of the day ritual.

"Listen, I am not coming to dinner with you guys, I have to go straight to the airport." Said Namjoon. He met Jungkook's eyes. "I am going to be gone all weekend so please take care of each other." At each other, he looked pointedly at Jimin, and Jungkook gave a bare nod.

They went out for dinner that night as 6 instead of 7. Jimin ended up on the opposite side of the round table from Jungkook, so JK just watched him. The way his laughs lit up his face, the way he held the wine glass in his hand. The way he ate when he was ... happy, thought Jungkook.

I have to do whatever I can to make him happy, he thought, suddenly fierce.

As the night wound down, Jimin started to get relaxed and flushed and silly. Jungkook kept watching his golden head bob around, his now slow smile... he swallowed.

"Um, is anyone ready to go?"

"No" roared Jin, "I just ordered dumplings!"

Jungkook met Jimin's eyes, his gaze now slow, his lids heavy. Jimin seemed to focus on Jungkook's words and say suddenly: "I am ready." He stood up and reached out for Jungkook. "Do you want to go, Jungkookie?"

Jungkook was nodding, taking his hand, and before he knew it, they were walking in-step and arm-in-arm, toward home. Jimin walked briskly, energetic despite the heavy effect of the wine. "I have a surprise for you, Jungkookie." he said excitedly as they reached home.

"Oh yeah?" said Jungkook. "I have a surprise for you, too," he said, thinking of the information that Yoongi had sent him and the lube he had gotten for that night...

When they walked into the room and took off their boots and hung up their coats, and Jungkook turned to Jimin, he found his very favorite Jimin. Warm, cheeks flushed, relaxed, glasses on.. He pulled Jimin close. "I love you this way," he said sincerely. Jimin blushed.

Jimin:

"Jungkookah? What do you mean?" he said, blushing.

"Wait, let me show you." Jimin found himself being led to the couch. Jungkook covered him with a large comforter, he handed him a book and poured him a glass of red wine. Jimin found himself holding all his props, amused and blushing.

"Jungkookah?" he laughed. "What is this?"

"I love you, Park Jimin." Jungkook breathed. Jimin giggled happily. "Listen, this is my favorite Jimin. Not the Idol. Not Sexy Jimin. THIS Jimin." Jimin just looked at him, starting to squirm internally.

"What do you mean, Jungkookah?" he said, uncertain.

"Do you see yourself?" Jungkook asked him, suddenly earnest, "I wish you saw what I see." He pulled him up from the couch, into his arms. "Look at you, Jimin." He looked hungrily into his eyes, over his face, his collar bones protruding from his light T-shirt. "When I look at you, I see this...this sunbeam. You are warm and soft and pink and perfect. I love when your cheeks are flushed. I love when you are happy and relaxed and curled up on the couch with your glasses on. I love you, Park Jimin. And you could gain 100 pounds and I wouldn't love you any less, it wouldn't change YOU. YOU, Park Jimin are perfect." He kissed him, lips pressing firm, hands on Jimin's face... Jimin was letting all this wash over him with a strange feeling inside.