The next morning, Jungkook woke up with a sense of warmth and contentment that was new to him. It wasn’t just the morning sun filtering through his curtains or the coziness of his bed; it was the thought of Jimin, and the memory of their conversation the night before. The confession, the quiet resolve in Jimin’s voice, the way their fingers had intertwined under the soft glow of lanterns—all of it played back in his mind like a cherished movie.
But with the morning light came a touch of apprehension. They had taken a significant step last night, laying their feelings bare and agreeing to explore whatever it was that was growing between them. But what did that mean for them now? How would things change between them, especially when they had always been so comfortable as friends?
Jungkook pushed the thoughts aside for now and got ready for the day. He couldn’t ignore the small flutter of nerves in his chest, but it was mixed with excitement. Today, he would see Jimin again. And this time, things would be different—in a good way, he hoped.
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When Jungkook arrived at the café near campus where they had agreed to meet for breakfast, he spotted Jimin right away. Jimin was seated by the window, sipping on what looked like an iced coffee, his hair tousled slightly from the morning breeze. He looked up as Jungkook entered, and a bright smile spread across his face, making Jungkook’s heart skip a beat.
Jungkook smiled back, his nervousness easing as he approached the table. “Morning, Jimin.”
“Morning, sunbae,” Jimin replied, his voice warm and welcoming. There was a softness in his eyes that made Jungkook’s heart flutter all over again. “I ordered you a coffee. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course,” Jungkook said as he slid into the seat across from Jimin. “You didn’t have to, but thanks.”
Jimin shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “I figured I’d treat you, considering how special last night was.”
Jungkook felt a blush creeping up his neck at Jimin’s words, but he couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips. It was strange, navigating this new territory between them, but it was also exciting. Everything felt heightened, more meaningful now that they had acknowledged their feelings for each other.
They chatted casually as they ate breakfast, the conversation flowing as easily as it always had. But there was an underlying current of something new—an awareness of each other that hadn’t been there before. Jungkook found himself paying more attention to the little things: the way Jimin’s eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way he leaned in just a little closer when he was telling a story, the way their hands occasionally brushed against each other when they reached for their coffee.
It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, this dance of figuring out what they were to each other now. But as they laughed and talked, Jungkook realized that he didn’t have to have all the answers right away. They were figuring this out together, one step at a time.
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As they finished their breakfast and left the café, Jimin suggested a walk around the nearby park. The morning air was crisp and refreshing, and the park was just starting to come alive with people out for their morning jogs or walking their dogs.
They strolled side by side, their conversation now touching on lighter topics—classes, friends, plans for the weekend. But as they walked, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how their shoulders occasionally brushed, how their hands seemed to swing just a little too close together.
He wanted to hold Jimin’s hand. The urge was almost overwhelming, but he hesitated, unsure of whether it was too soon or if Jimin felt the same way. They had only just confessed their feelings last night; was it too early to be this close?
