ELINOR: BTS SHIPS ONESHOTS Series. [CLOSED]

19- No other Place Like Home [VMinKook/fluff/domestic/ romance]

"I’m home."

Jungkook stumbled into his shared apartment, stifling a yawn. He had just arrived home from a lengthy meeting with a few producers he wanted to work with, one that definitely exhausted him- both physically and mentally. 

The dark-haired boy dropped his bag in the entryway and took off his black blazer, along with his formal shoes. Stepping into the living room, he immediately felt a smile blossom across his lips, seeing one of his lovers’ figures laying across the couch, a phone situated in his hands.

He went over and flopped on top of his boyfriend. Jungkook basked in the comforting warmth he excluded, the sweet smell of his familiar vanilla scent filling his nose.  

"Okairi," Jimin breathed out, elated that he finally got to see one of his boyfriends after a busy day. Although, the older boy couldn't deny that he was a bit surprised at the sudden addition of weight on top of him, having been too preoccupied with his phone to notice someone entering their apartment.

Nevertheless, Jimin gently wrapped his arms around the younger boy's frame. Jungkook sighed, deeply appreciating the kiss his lover placed on his cheek. A content feeling overcame him, feeling Jimin’s nimble fingers running through his long hair- gently,leisurely, as if Jungkook was as fragile as glass. 

Jungkook nuzzled his nose deeper into Jimin's neck. "Thank you, Ji."

Jimin only hummed, and the two fell into a tranquil void of quietness. 

As the seconds ticked by, Jungkook felt himself slowly losing consciousness as time encompassed them, stretching into minutes. The coolness of the room, the silence that encompassed them, the heat Jimin emitted― all of these only made it harder for Jungkook to stay awake and properly soak in the sweet intimate moment he was in, a moment he shared with one of the people he loved the most.

Darkness overcame his vision, and he fell into a deep slumber, faint snores tumbling past his mouth. 

Jimin noticed the slight shift in weight and he glanced down, a light chuckle of amusement flowing past his lips, seeing his exhausted lover passed out on his chest. Jimin placed a chaste kiss on Jungkook’s forehead, turning his phone off and placing it onto the coffee table in front of the couch.

Jimin felt his eyes droop, and sure enough, he also succumbed into sleep's awaiting embrace, his arms still wrapped around Jungkook as his breathing evened and eyes fluttered shut. 

And when Taehyung, their final piece, came home an hour or two after, his heart nearly failed. 

"Oh, my God." His widened eyes were trained onto the two figures on his couch, an unexplainable warmth erupting in his chest. 

Jungkook and Jimin were curled up into each other. Jungkook  now laid on his side, his back facing the back of the sofa, with Jimin's face in his chest. Jimin’s arms were wrapped around Jungkook’s waist and Jungkook’s were snaked around Jimin’s shoulder, their legs intertwined at the previous attempts of them kicking each other.

It was a known fact that these two moved a lot in their sleep. It was a miracle, really, how they didn't fall off the couch. 

Taehyung fished his phone out from his pocket, struggling with getting a good grip on the handheld device. He snapped a dozen photos from different angles, practically cooing at their adorableness. 

His lips quirked upwards. 

They're so fucking cute, I might just die, he thought as he bit his lip, trying to stop the giggles from escaping. He was supposed to be the one to cook dinner tonight, seeing as Jungkook and Jimin took turns cooking yesterday, but he pushed all that aside.

I'll let them sleep for now. He knew how exhausted both of them were. They'd been working their asses off since, well, forever, and Taehyung was happy to see them so relaxed.

He saw Jimin shiver from the cold, unconsciously pressing his body more into Jungkook's side. Only then did Taehyung notice the low temperature in their living room, and how the two didn't have a blanket or any of the sort that shielded them. 

The dark-haired boy debated whether to bring them a spare blanket or carry them to their shared bedroom, but decided to do the latter instead, seeing as their bedroom was deeper inside their apartment and somehow had a warmer temperature. 

He didn't exactly have the strength to carry both of them at the same time, so he carried Jimin first, hooking an arm around Jimin’s shoulders and another below his knees. He placed Jimin onto their large bed as gently and carefully as he could, and thankfully, he didn't wake up.

Taehyung picked Jungkook up next, lifting him up effortlessly with the latter's legs unconsciously wrapped around the former's waist. Jungkook had a bit of trouble setting him down beside Jimin, nearly losing his balance in the process, but he managed. 

The two curled up into each other― unconscious, but wholly in love. 

And after closing the blinds, Taehyung got into bed with them, spooning Jimin from behind. His hand grazed against Jungkook's side, and he smiled, pulling his two worlds closer to him, the sound of their steady breathing filling his ears as he slept.

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"Hyung…?"

Taehyung turned around, spotting Jungkook entering the kitchen area. "Kookie! How was your sleep?"

"It was good, I guess." Jungkook yawned as he sat down on one of the stools behind their kitchen island, watching as Taehyung turned back around. 

"Is Jimin still asleep?"

"Like a baby," the maknae replied, before peering over Taehyung's shoulder, trying to see what the second youngest was making. "Is that Pork Bone Soup?"

Taehyung chuckled, and turned back to wink at him. "It's a secret."

The two conversed for a while; quietly, seeing as the kitchen is right beside their bedroom and they didn’t want to risk waking Jimin up from his much-needed sleep. 

Their relationship may seem unusual and strange, especially to those outside their little world, but none of them paid any mind to what others say. They found love in each other, discovered warmth and comfort in each other’s arms; things other people might not understand. But then again, who gives a fuck?

At the end of the day, their relationship was solely theirs, and they won’t ever let anybody mess with it. 

As long as they’re happy with each other and continue to love one another throughout the years, that was enough for them.

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Written by: astrxzaki