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52. Epilogue # 1 - Juggling Between Classes

AN: Jungkook's character was inspired by me (only some%). I am a high school senior and during my entire high school and middle school, I only dreamed that someone would adopt me, feed me, and buy me clothes, but selflessly, without expecting anything in return. It isn't reality so it doesn't have to be logical, right? You have the liberty to dream of anything you want.

I am not saying I am not ambitious, and in no way do I mean Jungkook is a weakling here for wanting what he wants. I want to become a writer and I am already proud that I sold my first story and I am making money out of it.

But the thing is, who wouldn't want to just be a couch potato if they are getting everything they want without working for it?

I crave a cute love story like this too, find my Jimin like this too. And I think it might just happen for me. I wish all of you also get what you dream of and succeed in life. Sorry for taking up your time. Enjoy the epilogues.

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"Hyung! Your towels!" Jungkook ran after Jimin with his face towels.

"Thanks, baby," Jimin pecked Jungkook's cheek and grabbed the towel, trying to shove it in his bag while filing outside of the apartment. The two moved into their first apartment just two nights ago. The college exams ended for them and the holidays had started, but Jimin was also studying dance, and his dance final was today.

"Where are you running? I am the one who is driving you!" Jungkook stopped, resting his hands on his waist and glaring at the older's back.

Jimin turned, confused for a moment, and then sighed. He was so used to taking care of Jungkook that whenever the younger boy did something for him, it would feel foreign. He was the one to always drive Jungkook around, but today, the 19-year-old wanted to share some burden with his 21-year-old boyfriend. "If you want to keep sulking there, I am taking a cab."

Jungkook ran past Jimin now, towards the car that the older bought for him, technically Mr. Jeon paid for it, but Jimin promised his boyfriend's father that he would return the money, as he wanted to be the one to be able to afford it and give it to him. It was on Jungkook's name, but the younger hardly ever drove it.

When Jimin leveled up to Jungkook, he saw the latter standing with the car with an open door. It made the older grin. "Thanks, my chivalrous savior. Now haul ass. I am late."

"Your final is in the evening, Hyung," Jungkook reminded by rolling his eyes as though if he didn't remind him, what would Jimin even do.

"But I still need to practice and test out the costumes on stage, Jungkook," Jimin began to take out the make-up from his bag, checking if he was carrying everything or if they needed to do last moment panic shopping.

"You dance like a noodle. Stop worrying so much."

The remark made Jimin shoot a petulant scowl at Jungkook and his frame turned to see the boy driving indifferently. "Excuse me? A noodle?"

"Yeah, flexible, smooth, adaptable, and I always want to eat you after."

Jimin shook his head and went back to his bag, counting and comparing things when he felt the car stop. "What? What now?" Jungkook didn't answer and jumped out of the car. The older saw him running in a coffee shop. "Seriously! You need your boba right now?!"

"Aish!" Jimin tapped his foot on the rubber mat when Jungkook disappeared. "Shouldn't have taught him to drink tea."

He honked, earning a few threatening glares from the surroundings, but he needed to call his silly boyfriend back.