A Love Rewritten (Jikook)-mpreg

Chapter 35: The Second Beginning

The news of Jungkook and Jimin's reunion and remarriage had spread like wildfire across the internet. Social media was ablaze with opinions-some positive, celebrating their love, while others weren't as kind. Jimin had been glued to his phone for most of the morning, scrolling through comments, his heart sinking with every hurtful word.

"They're saying I was selfish for leaving you... that I didn't deserve you," Jimin muttered under his breath, his thumb frozen on a particularly harsh comment. "Maybe... maybe they're right." He bit his lip, his brow furrowed with guilt.

Jungkook, who had been watching Jimin from the kitchen, walked over and gently pulled the phone out of Jimin's hands. "Enough," he said softly but firmly, setting the phone face down on the table. He sat beside Jimin on the couch, pulling him close into his side. "You don't need to read those things. None of it matters. What matters is us. We're happy, and that's all that counts."

Jimin sighed, resting his head against Jungkook's chest. "I just... I hate that I caused all of this. I made the decision to leave, and now it feels like I'm paying for it with all this judgment. I don't deserve your love after what I did. I'm the one who pushed you away."

Jungkook's arms wrapped tighter around Jimin, holding him as if to anchor him to the present, to their reality, where they were together again. "Jimin-ah," Jungkook began softly, his voice full of warmth, "You did what you thought was right at the time. I know you left because you thought it was best for me, that you were doing me a favor. But I never wanted anyone else, and I never needed an heir or a child to make our life complete."

Jimin shifted, looking up at Jungkook with tear-filled eyes. "But I couldn't give you what your family wanted... what you deserved. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was so wrong. I hurt you."

Jungkook shook his head, his gaze tender as he brushed a stray tear from Jimin's cheek. "What I deserve? Jimin, all I ever wanted was you. You. My family doesn't care about any of that-it's not about heirs or tradition, it's about love. They loved you, and they still do. I still do. I never stopped loving you, not for one second."

Jimin sniffed, wiping his eyes. "I just... I feel so guilty, Jungkook. I should have talked to you instead of running away."

Jungkook smiled softly, tilting Jimin's chin so their eyes met. "We all make mistakes. But I got you back, didn't I? That's all that matters now. I don't care about what happened in the past-I'm just happy you're here with me now."

Jimin's eyes welled up with fresh tears, but this time, they weren't from sadness. "I don't deserve you," he whispered, his voice trembling.

"You deserve everything, Jimin," Jungkook murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin's forehead. "You deserve love, happiness, and a second chance. We both do. We're starting fresh, and nothing else matters."

Jimin leaned into the kiss, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and relief. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

Jungkook smiled, brushing his lips against Jimin's temple. "I'll never give up on you. You're my everything. And no amount of comments or news headlines will ever change that."

Jimin nodded, finally feeling the weight of his guilt begin to lift. For the first time in a long while, he believed in their future again. It wasn't perfect, but it was theirs-filled with love, forgiveness, and the promise of happiness ahead.

Jungkook pulled Jimin closer, his heart swelling with joy. He had Jimin back in his arms, and nothing else mattered. The world could say what it wanted; they had each other.

Jimin rested comfortably in Jungkook's embrace, the warmth of his husband's love seeping into his heart. As they sat there in peaceful silence, something clicked in Jimin's mind. He suddenly sat up, pulling away just enough to look at Jungkook with curious eyes.

"Wait... the flowers," Jimin murmured, his brow furrowing. "The bouquets that kept arriving at my shop every day... was that you?"

Jungkook's eyes twinkled mischievously as a smile slowly crept across his face. He chuckled softly, leaning back on the couch, his arms still wrapped around Jimin. "I was wondering when you'd bring that up," he teased, his laughter light and carefree.

Jimin's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "It was you!" he exclaimed, lightly smacking Jungkook's chest, though there was no real force behind it. "I knew it! Who else would send flowers for no reason at all?"

Jungkook laughed again, catching Jimin's hand in his own and holding it against his heart. "Guilty," he admitted, eyes sparkling with affection. "I sent them every day because I missed you. It was the only way I could feel connected to you after you left. I knew you'd be suspicious if I reached out directly, so... flowers seemed like the next best thing."

Jimin shook his head in disbelief, a soft smile playing on his lips as he recalled all the beautiful arrangements that had appeared at his shop. Each one had been accompanied by a sweet note, brightening his otherwise lonely days. At the time, he hadn't known what to make of them, but now, knowing that they came from Jungkook, it all made sense.

"Every day?" Jimin asked softly, his voice tinged with emotion. "Even after... everything?"

Jungkook nodded, his expression growing serious as he gently squeezed Jimin's hand. "Every day, Jimin-ah. Even when I didn't know if you'd ever come back to me. I just wanted you to know that no matter what happened between us, you were still loved. You always will be."

Jimin felt his throat tighten with emotion. He hadn't realized just how deeply Jungkook's love for him ran, even after the divorce. His heart ached with both gratitude and guilt, knowing how much pain Jungkook must have endured during those long months apart.

"I don't deserve you," Jimin whispered again, his voice barely audible.

Jungkook shook his head, pulling Jimin closer once more. "Stop saying that," he murmured, his voice firm but full of love. "You deserve all the love in the world, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you that."

Jimin's eyes filled with tears as he looked at Jungkook, overwhelmed by the depth of his husband's love and patience. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "For the flowers... for waiting... for never giving up on us."

Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to Jimin's forehead, his heart swelling with affection. "I'll always wait for you, Jimin-ah. No matter how long it takes, I'll always be here, loving you."

Jimin closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Jungkook's love wash over him. The flowers, the notes, the unwavering devotion-it was all more than he ever thought he deserved. But now, sitting here in Jungkook's arms, he realized something important.

He wasn't alone anymore. He never had been. Through all the pain and confusion, Jungkook had always been there, loving him in ways he hadn't even realized. And now, they had a second chance to make things right. To build a future together, one that wasn't weighed down by fear or doubt.

Jimin leaned into Jungkook's embrace, a tear slipping down his cheek as he whispered, "I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook smiled softly, his arms tightening around Jimin. "I love you too, Jimin. Always."