Make It Right [JIKOOK]

The Question

Jungkook's POV

"Hobi-hyung, do you think he'll be upset?  Do you think he'll think it's just because we argued over it?  Because it's not!  I really want to," I asked anxiously as I nibbled my fingernails to the quick.

"JK, I think you're overthinking things.  Jimin loves you.  He's always loved you.  Even when he thought you hated him, he still loved you.  I don't think he'll be upset at all.  I think you're going to find that he will be over the moon when you ask him," Hobi reassured me.

"I hope you're right," I glanced around my studio that I had decorated for his birthday coming up in a few days and thought of the beach location Taehyung and Jin were currently setting up for tonight's big event.  "I really hope you're right, Hobi-hyung."

He clapped a hand onto my shoulder and gave me a gentle squeeze.  "I am, Jungkookie."

Jimin's POV

I stared down at the phone in my hands, internally warring over what to do.  I could reply back with a snarky comment, ignore it completely, or give into the part of me that desperately wanted to make up with him after our argument.  I reread the message again.

JK: I know I said this already, but I'm sorry about our fight.  I hope you can forgive me enough to meet me tonight.  I really need to talk to you.

It was the "I really need to talk to you" that had me both curious and nearly nauseated with anxiety.  I wanted to be petty.  I did.  I wanted to seem unbothered and pretend that text message didn't make me want to run into Jungkook's arms and tell that of course I'd forgive him.  But that message made me too nervous not to respond.  Was he about to break up with me?  Was what I had asked for too much and he'd finally had enough of me?

JM: Where and when?

As soon as I'd hit send, within seconds, the typing bubble popped up on my screen. 

JK: Our beach spot.  9 pm.  We can watch the sunset together and talk about things.  Don't be late, but don't be too early either.  Be safe.  I love you, Jimin-ssi.

I glanced down at my watch.  7:45 pm.  Plenty of time to get ready and make it there.  I wanted to look irresistible just in case he was planning on ending things.  My stomach lurched at the thought.  Please don't let that be it.

JM: I love you too, Jungkookie.

After pulling into the empty parking lot dusted with sand, I took the chance to assess my appearance one last time before walking to our favorite spot on the beach.  I looked exactly as I hoped: effortless, casual, but with an obvious edge of sexiness.  I had smudged on a small amount of eyeshadow around the edges of my eyes, lined them with eyeliner, glossed my lips, and wore a too-low-cut t-shirt over my mid-thigh navy shorts.  Nodding at myself and brushing my long, dark hair from my forehead, I gave myself the final approval and left my car behind to see Jungkook.

I wasn't sure what I'd expected to find when I arrived at our favorite beach spot, but it certainly wasn't this.  Twinkling fairy lights were draped over the erected travel canopy that was set up above a big, soft blanket.  Little winking candles dotted the sand and an array of food, wine, and flowers were spread across the blanket's center.  Jungkook stood fidgeting with his thumbs, seemingly trying to decide whether to run to me or let me come to him.  I decided to make it easy on him and dashed over to pull him into a tight hug.  He sighed against my hair as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I was worried you wouldn't come.  I'm so sorry, Jimin-ah," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

"Of course I would come.  I still love you even if we had a fight, Jungkookie."