FALLING FOR YOU | KM [✓]°

7. Falling for Jimin

the couple is currently cuddling in each other’s arms. jimin’s head is resting on jungkook’s arm as he lazily draws small circles on the taller male’s bare chest with his fingertip. their bodies are naked under the thin silk sheet, sharing warmth in the quiet darkness of their bedroom. soft breaths mix together. the only sound is the faint rustle of fabric whenever one of them shifts slightly.

“eomma visited our house today,” jimin says quietly, remembering mrs. jeon’s unexpected afternoon visit. she had arrived when he was in the middle of his precious nap, but he immediately skipped his rest to serve tea and snacks to his mother-in-law. strangely, jimin had not felt even a little uncomfortable around her even though they had not been in touch for many years. he had to admit it — his mother-in-law is genuinely sweet, nothing like the typical strict in-laws he used to hear about from friends. the whole afternoon they chatted comfortably. she shared several childhood stories about jungkook that left jimin biting his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud. knowing how naughty and mischievous his husband had been as a little boy felt oddly endearing.

“really?” jungkook raises an eyebrow, voice low and surprised. “what brought eomma here? she rarely comes to see us these days because of the upcoming project event…” jungkook has been extremely busy lately handling their company’s biggest event of the year, so hearing that his mother visited without any prior notice catches him off guard.

“well… she brought something for us,” jimin answers slowly. his voice becomes smaller. “i don’t know if you’ll like it or not…” he hesitates, cheeks already warming up. he feels extremely shy to say it out loud. he can be bold in certain moments, but right now, lying naked in his husband’s arms, he is back to being that extremely shy baby again.

“what is it? tell me, baby,” jungkook encourages gently. his large hand slides up and down jimin’s naked back in slow comforting strokes. the cold touch of his wedding ring brushes against jimin’s smooth, fair skin, making the smaller boy shiver visibly under the light caress.

jimin takes a tiny breath, then whispers, “she brought us h-honeymoon tickets… for saipan.” he immediately curses himself inside his head for stuttering. it’s just a honeymoon. it shouldn’t be this big of a deal. yet his heart is hammering.

jungkook smirks when he hears the adorable stutter. all the important work and endless events have finally wrapped up. now he is free. completely free to go on a honeymoon with his husband, to make new memories, to touch jimin whenever he wants, to make love to him nonstop under the warm island sun and cool night skies.

“oh… don’t you want to go there?” jungkook asks carefully. his voice softens. his caring side always slips through in moments like this — in gentle actions, in quiet questions. he never wants to pressure jimin into anything.

“no… i mean yes, i want to go,” jimin mumbles quickly, shutting his eyes tightly in embarrassment. “but i’m just… shy…”

jungkook chuckles, the sound deep and fond. he turns his head to look at his husband properly. one hand gently holds jimin’s chin and tilts his face toward him so their eyes can meet.

“the one who was shamelessly bouncing on my dick just a while ago, begging me to fuck harder… is shy now? huh, baby?” jungkook teases with that signature cocky smirk that always makes jimin weak.

jimin’s plump lips immediately form an adorable pout. he hits jungkook’s chest lightly with a small fist. “shut up, kookie. don’t tease me.” his cheeks are burning red now. “and let me take a bath. we didn’t eat our dinner yet…”

he carefully slips out of jungkook’s arms. the silk sheet slides down his body as he reaches for the wrinkled shirt that belongs to the taller male. he pulls it over his head. the fabric is too big — sleeves hanging past his hands, hem brushing the middle of his thighs. jungkook watches with a smug expression, eyes dark and satisfied.

“didn’t i eat my dinner a few minutes ago?” jungkook says cheekily. before jimin can react, a large hand lands on his ass with a playful but firm slap.

jimin yelps softly, face turning completely red. he glares back at his husband while rubbing the stinging spot. “you’re impossible,” he mutters under his breath.

he limps slightly toward the bathroom — legs still shaky from earlier activities — shooting one last dramatic glare over his shoulder. jungkook remains laid on the bed, watching his husband’s retreating figure with a stupid, happy smile plastered across his face.

and then, in the sudden silence, a single thought slips into his mind.

“am i falling for jimin?”

jungkook freezes.

“what the fuck am i thinking,” he whispers to himself. he lets out a sad, bitter chuckle. “love is a stupid thing. it’s not real. all people are betrayers. they leave. they hurt. they lie.” his voice drops even lower. “but jimin… jimin is innocent. so soft. so caring. i admire his beauty. i admire how gentle he is with me even when i don’t deserve it. but i can’t love him. love isn’t in my dictionary. it never will be.”

he repeats the words like a mantra, trying to convince himself.

yet the ache in his chest doesn’t listen.

jungkook exhales slowly. he pushes the confusing thoughts away — at least for now. he gets up from the bed, completely naked, muscles shifting under golden skin as he walks toward the bathroom.

maybe he will just give his husband some company.

or maybe… he will pull him close under the warm shower water and start another round.

either way, he needs to feel jimin against him again.

right now.

that’s the only thing that makes sense in the mess inside his head.

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