(A/N: This one is for @insanesoul__ who wanted to read more of the realistic Jikook stories. It took me a minute to follow through, but I promised I would write one just for them and here it is! Hope you enjoy it!)
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"Are you okay, baby?"
"No. Are you?"
"No. Not really. It's hard enough sending Jin-hyung away, but I can't stop thinking about..."
"I know. Me too. Jimin, I'm scared. I don't know if I can do this. What if they separate us? How will I go up to a year and a half without you? You're my husband!"
Jimin sighed as his own thoughts came pouring out of his husband's mouth. It was times like these that Jimin forced himself to keep in mind that Jungkook was two years younger than him and hadn't had the proper experiences someone his age should have had. Sometimes he regretted that for the man who sometimes seemed little more than a boy. He pulled Jungkook into his arms, giving the back of his bucket hat covered head a comforting massage.
"Jungkookie. Listen to me, okay?" Jungkook nodded against Jimin's chest so he continued on. "No matter what happens, I'm here for you and you're here for me. All of Bangtan is here for both of us. We're all here for each other. If we have to go a year and a half without each other, we can do that because we're strong. We've gone through so much together that should have pulled us apart, but we made it through that. We can make it through this too. Our destinies don't stop just because we have to be apart."
Jungkook said something muffled against Jimin's chest. "What was that, baby? I can't hear you when you speak into me like that."
"What if you find someone else? Or the time apart makes you realize we aren't destiny? What if you realize you enjoy not having me clinging to you 24/7 like I always do? What if you have needs that need met and I'm not there to fulfill them so you decide to have someone else take care of you? What if someone hurts you? What if they find out about us and then...force you to do things?"
Jimin's heart clenched in his chest. Some of the fears he'd had himself were mirrored in his love's it seemed. Jimin was afraid the military would find out about him and that he'd be abused physically or sexually because of it. He was afraid that he'd be hurt for who he was or for what he was. He was afraid that Jungkook would finally realize he's too good for him or find someone else once Jimin wasn't just always there. He was worried Jungkook would realize he's only ever been convenient and not really his destiny.
He forced a chuckle before squeezing Jungkook to him a little tighter to quell that growing panic inside him. "I could ask the same things about you, Kookoo. Do you think your time away from me will cause any of those things to be true for you?"
Jimin had intended for it to come out as amused or perhaps a little comforting and soft. Instead, his words sounded desperate and anxious even to his own ears. Jungkook didn't mention it, though, as he kissed his collarbone and shook his head.
Something in Jimin unclenched and he allowed a deep breath to escape him as he kissed the top of Jungkook's head. "I know it's hard, Kookie. I know it's scary. Jin was basically like another father to you. He took you to school and packed your lunch and he's always acted like your bratty older brother. You two might as well be brothers with the way you treat each other."
Jimin paused to laugh to himself as he remembered every "sibling" moment Jin-hyung and his husband had shared over the years. Tears started to well in his eyes as he imagined the man Jin would return home as. Would he be the same silly, light-hearted man who they'd tearfully said goodbye to a mere forty-seven minutes ago? Or would be changed? Made harder for his time in the military?
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Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)
FanfictionJust a compilation of random, sporadic short Jikook stories because I have no time for a proper story, but I still want to write. I also sometimes don't have the mental capacity for a full story. Anyway...just a bunch of cute, fluffy, sometimes sm...