Fate (Jikook/Kookmin)- Complete

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Step by step, the relationship between Jimin and Jungkook began to change. It was subtle at first-small gestures, lingering touches, and the way Jimin's laughter softened when Jungkook was around. Slowly, Jimin started to let Jungkook closer, allowing him to breach the walls he had carefully built around his heart.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Jimin did something he had never done before: he invited Jungkook into his room. The space was small and cozy, filled with the warmth of Jimin's personality-a sanctuary where he found peace. Jimin hesitated for a moment, then smiled shyly, motioning for Jungkook to join him on the bed. This was his nest, his place of comfort, and he was inviting Jungkook into it.

As the days passed, this invitation became a quiet routine. Jungkook would slip into Jimin's room after a long day, and they would rest together, finding solace in each other's presence. The closeness between them grew naturally, like a flower slowly blooming in the soft light of dawn.

Jungkook's hands soon became a source of comfort for Jimin. Each night, he would massage the tension from Jimin's shoulders, his touch firm yet gentle, easing away the day's worries. The massages became a daily ritual, a silent exchange of trust and affection that spoke louder than words ever could.

In those quiet moments, as Jimin closed his eyes and relaxed under Jungkook's soothing hands, he realized how much he had come to depend on this connection. Step by step, without either of them noticing, their bond had deepened, turning into something beautiful and undeniable.

"Cute."

Every time Jungkook massaged Jimin's swollen legs, he couldn't help but comment on how cute Jimin's toes were. "Look at these cute little toes," Jungkook would say with a grin, his voice filled with affection. Jimin always laughed, his heart warming at the compliment. It was a simple thing, but it never failed to make him smile.

One evening, as Jungkook's hands worked their magic, Jimin let out a small whine. "Mochi keeps playing soccer," he complained, rubbing his belly gently. "You should scold him for that."

Jungkook chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to Jimin's belly. "Playing soccer, huh? Sounds like we might be having a baby boy," he teased, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jimin huffed playfully, though he couldn't hide the fondness in his gaze. Every night, their pup seemed to get more active, especially when Jimin was trying to sleep. The constant kicking was like an endless game of soccer inside him, always targeting his bladder. "I can't get a good night's sleep because of our pup," Jimin continued with a sigh, though there was no real frustration in his voice-just a tired sort of love.

Jungkook smiled and continued the massage, his hands moving gently over Jimin's tired legs. "Maybe our pup practicing to be a star player," he said, his tone light and teasing. But underneath it, there was a deep affection for both Jimin and their little one, whose arrival they both eagerly awaited.

Jimin just laughed again, the sound soft and full of love, as he relaxed into the warmth of Jungkook's care. Despite the sleepless nights, despite the constant kicking, he wouldn't trade this for anything.

"I think we'll get a baby girl. Our mochi is definitely a girl," Jimin said one evening, his voice soft and filled with certainty.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile every time Jimin referred to their baby as "Mochi" or "pup." The term was so endearing, a playful nickname that captured the affection they both felt for the little one growing inside Jimin. Whether their pup would be a girl or boy, one thing was clear-they were going to be spoiled with love.

"You should scold Mochi," Jimin whined, his hand resting on his belly where their baby was making her presence known with a series of determined kicks.

Jungkook chuckled and decided to indulge Jimin. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on Jimin's tummy, his lips brushing the soft skin. Then, he began to caress it, his touch tender and loving. "Jeon Mochi," he whispered, his voice warm with affection, "stop playing soccer, okay? You should train for basketball instead."