The gentle murmur of the TV was the only sound in the room as Jungkook and Jimin remained wrapped in each other’s arms, the credits of the movie rolling on the screen. But neither of them paid any attention to the names scrolling by. Their focus was entirely on the warmth they shared, the unspoken bond that had deepened with every word, every glance, and every touch.
Jimin nestled closer, his head resting on Jungkook’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was a comforting rhythm, one that made him feel safe and cherished. He could feel Jungkook’s hand resting on his back, the touch gentle yet reassuring, as if Jungkook was silently promising to hold him like this for as long as he needed.
“Jungkook…” Jimin’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he spoke into the quiet of the room. He had called Jungkook by his first name earlier, but it still felt new, intimate, in a way that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.
“Yeah?” Jungkook replied, his voice equally soft, as if he didn’t want to break the spell that had settled over them.
Jimin shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look up at Jungkook. His eyes were wide and earnest, a mix of emotions swirling within them. “Do you ever think about the future? About where we’ll be a few years from now?”
Jungkook’s breath caught at the question, the weight of it settling in his chest. It wasn’t something they had really talked about, at least not in the context of their relationship. Everything had been so new, so uncertain, that they had focused more on the present—on figuring out what they were to each other now.
But Jimin’s question hung in the air, filled with the quiet hope and anxiety that Jungkook had felt too. He had thought about the future—of course he had. He was a planner, someone who always looked ahead, trying to anticipate what was coming next. But when it came to Jimin, those thoughts were different. They weren’t just about goals or ambitions; they were about something much more personal, much more fragile.
“I do,” Jungkook admitted after a moment, his voice quiet but sincere. “I think about it a lot, actually. About what we’ll be doing, where we’ll be. And I want… I want you to be a part of that, Jimin. I can’t imagine my future without you in it.”
Jimin’s eyes softened, and he reached up to cup Jungkook’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over the skin. “I feel the same way. But sometimes, I get scared, you know? Scared that we might not make it, that something could come between us. I don’t want to lose what we have.”
Jungkook’s heart ached at the vulnerability in Jimin’s voice, and he leaned into the touch, covering Jimin’s hand with his own. “I get scared too,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I think… I think that’s normal. We care about each other so much that the thought of losing it is terrifying. But that doesn’t mean we’re going to lose it.”
Jimin’s gaze was intense, searching Jungkook’s eyes as if looking for something to hold onto. “How can you be so sure?”
Jungkook paused, considering his words carefully. “Because we’re both committed to this. To us. We’ve already faced so much, and we’re still here, still trying to figure this out together. That means something, Jimin. It means we’re willing to fight for each other, to make this work, no matter what.”
Jimin’s eyes filled with emotion, and he nodded slowly, his fingers curling slightly against Jungkook’s cheek. “You’re right. I know you’re right. It’s just… it’s a lot to think about, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Jungkook agreed, his voice gentle. “But we don’t have to have all the answers right now. We can take it one day at a time, one step at a time. As long as we’re honest with each other, and we keep talking, I think we’ll be okay.”
