Lullaby of War

My Family, My Everything.

It felt nice to be home.

Jungkook had missed everything about his life before the draft. He'd missed the days he spent with Jimin, working on their home and land. The late nights of just goofing off and drinking under the stars with their friends, trading stories and laughs. It was a part of his life he'd cherished. It had been devastating to get that letter in the mail. Telling him that he had to leave it all behind to fight in a war that he didn't even support. It felt like a blow to his gut, but it hurt far worse. He was a pacifist by nature. Jungkook didn't like to fight. He knew it wasn't very Alpha – like to be this way, but Jimin or his friends didn't care about it, so why should he? Jimin loved him just how he was, and he appreciated him for that. When he'd arrived at the boot camp, it had been complete and utter hell for him. Forced into a harsh routine of combat training that almost drove him insane, it took all of his willpower not to lose himself and become feral. There were quite a few others that did, but Jungkook refused to give in. He knew that the only way he would see Jimin again was if he survived all of it, so he did. Before he realized it, he'd changed into some one that he didn't recognize. The scrawny kid that had left home had transformed into a tall, muscular beast. It still felt strange to look at himself in the mirror, to see the scars of battle that decorated his once flawless pale skin. The tattoos that stood out against the tan flesh and left a reminder of the comrades he lost in this pointless war between the humans and wolves. Jungkook never wanted that life, but it was too late to turn back now, too late to regret. All he could do was move forward. Even if the reason behind his return home left a bad taste in his mouth, he was grateful to be free of his burden to fight and kill. Even if he felt unworthy of touching Jimin with his bloodstained hands, he couldn't help but crave to. Jimin was his entire world, his reason for everything. The only way he'd survived was through his memories of Jimin, their phone calls and his mate's letters. Jimin was his saving grace in that hellscape. To be back home to the love of his life, was a blessing he would never refuse. Jungkook stepped into their house, his eyes going slightly wide at how much had changed from before. They had just moved in before he left. The house was rundown, it needed work, but it was theirs. Having saved up all they had to buy the house and land from the previous owner before they left the town.

To see all of what Jimin had done in his absence, left him both impressed and a little sad. It didn't even look like the same house. Jimin had worked hard to repair all the damage, from the leaking roof to the rotting floor. The décor was simple, but warm and it felt like home. Jungkook looked around, his lips slightly parted as Jimin came in after him. Closing the door, he stepped to Jungkook's side as he looked up at the other nervously.

"Well?" Jimin asked.

"It looks amazing Jimin, how the hell did you manage to make it look so good?" Jungkook asked, turning his head and looking down at the other.

Jimin blushed, clearly, he was proud of the praise he received from his Alpha.

"It took a lot of work, but I had help. Everyone sort of pitched in to help me. I wanted to have it ready for when you came home." Jimin said, looking down as he toyed with the keys.

Jungkook's expression softened, his smile fond as he set his duffle bag down and turned, lifting Jimin's chin gently before he leaned down and captured the other's lips in a needy kiss. It took a moment for them to break a part as he sighed happily.

"Thank you, baby." Jungkook whispered, pressing his forehead against Jimin's and earning a happy giggle from the other.

"Anything for you." Jimin said, planting another soft kiss on Jungkook's lips before they forced themselves a part.