Fuckable Friend || Jikook & Vmin

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Epilogue

The soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of glasses filled the elegantly lit gallery, where guests strolled leisurely through, admiring the stunning array of designs on display.

The walls were adorned with Jimin’s latest collection—vibrant, intricate garments that seemed to radiate life and creativity.

Each piece told a story, capturing the evolution of his journey as a designer, from moments of struggle to triumph.

Tonight was the culmination of years of hard work, long nights, and endless passion, and it all led to this—a solo exhibition that bore his name in bold, shimmering letters at the gallery’s entrance.

Jimin stood just inside the doorway, his heart racing as he tried to steady his breath.

The event was a resounding success, yet he still couldn’t shake the nerves that came with putting himself and his art on full display.

His hands instinctively straightened his bowtie, the black silk crisp against his collar.

He could feel the energy in the room, the admiration from guests, the compliments floating through the air as his designs captured everyone’s attention.

But even with all the success surrounding him, there was one person whose opinion mattered the most.

Jungkook.

Dressed in a tailored black suit, Jungkook stood by Jimin’s side, his presence both grounding and electrifying.

Jungkook’s gaze never left Jimin, and his eyes glimmered with pride.

“You’ve truly outdone yourself,” Jungkook whispered, leaning closer so that only Jimin could hear.

His voice was soft but carried the weight of sincere admiration.

“I always knew you’d create something incredible, but this... this is beyond anything I imagined.”

Jimin turned to face him, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grateful smile.

“Kookie, you always know what to say,” he said, his heart swelling at the sight of Jungkook’s warm smile.

“I couldn’t have done this without you.

Your support, your belief in me... it means everything.”

Jungkook’s hand found its way to Jimin’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I didn’t do anything but watch you shine, Jimin.

You did this.

I’m just lucky to be by your side.”

The night unfolded beautifully, with the two of them greeting guests and old friends who had come to celebrate Jimin’s work.

Laughter filled the space as their closest companions gathered, admiring not only the designs but the love that radiated between Jimin and Jungkook.

It was an evening bathed in joy and success, the kind that made all the struggles worth it.

As the evening reached its peak, Jimin knew it was time for his speech.

A hush fell over the room as he approached the small stage set up in the center of the gallery, a spotlight illuminating him as he stood before the crowd.

His hands shook slightly, but as he caught Jungkook’s eye from across the room, a wave of calm washed over him.

“Thank you all for being here tonight,” Jimin began, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside him.