Low Stress: Puppy-Love (Jikook)

Chapter Fifteen: Something Permanent

Jimin gave himself a once over in his mirror, dabbing the peach colored lip gloss that had missed the edge of his lips before stepping back to give himself a once over.

He'd moved back into his own apartment, the dusty space freshly cleaned after he'd woken up with a feverish need to do something grounding. He planned to do a plant run with Seokjin over the weekend to bring some more life back in the space, now aware of how bare it looked without his clumps of clothes and duffle bags. Only his bed was covered with the heap of outfits he'd tried on for his date with Jungkook. After far too many changes, he had settled on a pair of tight black faux leather jeans and a thin pink sweater to match. The material flowed on his body, cut with a wide neckline so that Jimin's collarbones and shoulders were exposed.

He'd put some extra effort into his makeup; subtle gold glitter danced above his thin eyeliner while brown mascara haloed his eyes. He'd put a layer of base foundation on, adding some color to his cheeks with a light peach hue and then carved his cheeks with some contour after.

Time had ran since he'd first gotten out of the shower, Jungkook texting he was already on his way to pick Jimin up for their date. It'd been therapeutic to get ready so slowly, the immobilizing tightness that usually gripped Jimin's lungs loosened with each minute he'd dolled himself up. Chappell Roan was playing through a speaker: it was gay, it was pop, and it was exactly what he needed to hype himself up.

Jimin jumped as his phone started to buzz. He let the phone ring until the call ended, texting Jungkook to wait like a good boy and that he would be down any minute. To which Jungkook called Jimin a tease, causing Jimin to laugh loudly to the studio audience of his empty apartment. He gave himself a little nod in the mirror, feeling pretty in a way that had grown foreign to him, before swiping up a bouquet of baby-breath and yellow violets from his bed. He sprayed some uni-sex perfume on his skin with his free hand, giving the flowers a raised brow, and then spraying them too. The door echoed as it closed, the sound rivaling the heavy thud of Jimin's running feet as he bolted down the stairs.

Jimin choked a squeal as he opened the front door to a stunning Jeon Jungkook. He was leaning against a sleek black car, dressed in a flowing button up of the same color, rolled up so that his tattoos shined against his forearms, and black dress pants. His dark curls were styled into a sexy storm on his head, causing the sharp angles of his cheek and the red of his lips to pop. In his hand was a bouquet of roses, their colors ranging from bleeding red to the palest pink like a sunset.

"Jimin." Jungkook grinned. The name was a whine. A promise. A prayer. "You look so beautiful." He said, extending a hand out. He aimed to grab Jimin's waist, but Jimin crashed into his arms before he could. The kiss was frantic, it was joyful and cathartic and when Jimin pulled back to see Jungkook's eyes shine like stars, Jimin started crying. He heard the rustle of Jungkook's roses as he lowered them, his knuckles brushing Jimin's cheeks with such tenderness that it nearly caused Jimin to sob.

"You got me flowers?" Jungkook said, raising a brow as he kissed Jimin's cheek.

Jimin nodded, eyeing Jungkook's own gift.

"I had this daydream that you'd run into my arms after buying a bouquet for one of your performances." Jungkook said. "I never considered you'd get me some too. I like it. Being pampered."

Jimin bit his lip, laughing as they exchanged their bouquets. Jungkook was grinning, a matching laugh stretching across his bunny-like face. Jimin leaned up and kissed him again, softer this time. Jungkook smiled through it, his hand finally finding purchase on Jimin's lower back and Jimin nearly crumbled when he brushed his thumb fondly across it.

"I wasn't sure which one of us was supposed to." Jimin blushed. "But I wanted today to be special so..."

Jungkook looked down at the yellow violets like Jimin had handed him the world then at Jimin like he was the sun it orbited. Words dance across those wide doe-eyes. Jimin's heart thrummed and the moment passed as Jungkook opened the door for Jimin to gently ushered him inside. His fingers lingered on Jimin's back, whispering their longing touch as if a string were attached between them and Jimin's skin, before letting go.