After that awkward encounter, Jungkook found himself actively avoiding Jimin's presence in the house. Now feeling well enough to resume his work routine, he planned to return to the office the next day. As the clock neared 5 in the evening, a craving for coffee drew Jungkook downstairs to the kitchen.
Upon reaching the kitchen, he discovered Jimin lost in his own world, a soft melody accompanying his movements as he danced lightly while attending to some task. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting warm hues over the room, adding to the serene atmosphere. The rhythmic clinks of utensils and Jimin's soft humming filled the air, creating a tranquil ambiance.
Jungkook stood by the doorway, silently observing Jimin's graceful movements, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful moment. Despite the tension that lingered between them, Jungkook couldn't help but appreciate the simple beauty of Jimin's presence in the kitchen, illuminated by the soft glow of the afternoon sun.
I'd rather be
Lost in the lights, lost in the lights
I'm outta my mind
Can you help me numb the pain?
Each night, you spin me up high
Emotions on ice
Let me have a taste
Give me a.....His melodious voice, swaying hips, and graceful hands mesmerized Jungkook, causing him to forget where he was and why he had come to the kitchen. Jimin was clad in a tiny pair of shorts and a plain white crop top, the fabric revealing his milky-white tummy whenever his hands moved through the air. Lost in his song, Jimin seemed completely immersed in the moment, while Jungkook found himself lost in thought as he watched him.
Amidst Jimin's performance, Jungkook's mind fixated on one thought: Jimin looked like an angel! "Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening," Jungkook mused, recalling the poetry of William Blake. He pondered whether any human could exude such an ethereal presence. Despite his lingering dislike for Jimin, Jungkook couldn't deny the younger man's breathtaking beauty.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Jungkook allowed himself to bask in the enchanting aura of Jimin's impromptu concert. The soft afternoon light filtering through the window cast a warm glow upon Jimin, accentuating his delicate features and enhancing his angelic appearance. A small smile graced Jungkook's lips as he silently acknowledged Jimin's ability to captivate him. "You truly are a magician, Jimin," Jungkook thought to himself. "No matter how much I try to hate you, you always manage to make me forget."
Jimin had no idea that a pair of eyes were scanning him from top to bottom as he danced around the kitchen, lost in his little world of cooking and music. The sunlight streaming in through the window caught the subtle highlights in his hair, casting a golden halo around him. He hummed along to his favorite tune, his voice filling the room with warmth and melody. With each graceful movement, he seemed to radiate an aura of joy and contentment, as if the simple act of cooking brought him immense pleasure.
He didn't know why, but he had been feeling unusually happy lately, and he hoped this feeling would last forever. Every slice of the knife, every stir of the spoon, was accompanied by a sense of fulfillment that he couldn't quite explain. As he moved around the kitchen, his movements became almost like a dance, each step synchronized with the rhythm of the music.
Lost in his own little world, Jimin twirled around, holding a rolling pin aloft, his laughter bubbling up like a melody. It was in that moment of pure bliss that he caught sight of his husband, Jungkook, standing in the doorway, his gaze fixed on Jimin with a mixture of awe and admiration. Jimin's heart skipped a beat as he realized he had an audience, but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips.
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Just One More Tear to Cry
FanfictionWe encounter souls on life's winding way, Each meeting a chapter, a tale to convey. Yet, in the mystery of our rendezvous, I ponder why fate brought me to you. Perhaps it was destiny's gentle decree, Weaving our paths with subtle artistry. In the ta...