A few days passed, and Jimin found himself at Jungkook's place more often than his own. Their time together was easy and familiar, filled with quiet mornings and late-night talks. But beneath the comfort, a subtle tension lingered—a hint of worry in Jimin's eyes, a touch of hesitation in Jungkook's smile. They were on the edge of something new, uncharted, and neither was entirely sure how to navigate it.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast the room in warm, golden light, Jimin was curled up on the couch, reading a book he'd found on Jungkook's shelf. Jungkook entered the room with two mugs of tea, handing one to Jimin before settling beside him. They sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks, the soft hum of the city outside a gentle backdrop.
"Jungkook," Jimin started, setting his cup down. "Have you thought about... what you want for us? I mean, long-term?"
Jungkook blinked, caught off guard. "Long-term?" He echoed, buying himself a moment to gather his thoughts. He hadn't expected the question—not because he hadn't thought about it, but because the idea of articulating it felt so daunting.
"Yeah." Jimin's gaze softened, a small, nervous smile tugging at his lips. "I don't know... It's just, being here with you feels different. Like maybe we could have something... real?"
Jungkook reached for Jimin's hand, his thumb brushing over Jimin's knuckles. "I want that, too," he said softly. "I want to build something real with you. But I don't want to rush things or make you feel pressured. I know things between us are... complicated."
Jimin's eyes searched Jungkook's face, his own expression a mix of hope and vulnerability. "I'm not asking for promises or anything like that. I just... I just want to know that I'm not the only one who feels this way."
"You're not," Jungkook assured him, squeezing his hand. "I want you, Jimin. I've wanted you for so long, and I don't think that's ever going to change. But I need you to know that I still have things to work through—with Soojin, with everything that's happened. I don't want my past to mess up what we have."
Jimin nodded, understanding flickering in his gaze. "I know. I'm here for you, whatever you need. We can take it one day at a time."
Jungkook felt a surge of gratitude for the gentle patience in Jimin's words. He knew this wasn't easy for Jimin—being vulnerable after everything they'd been through. But somehow, Jimin had stayed, willing to face the uncertainties with him.
"Thank you, Jimin," he murmured, pulling him into a tight embrace. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, both feeling the weight of the moment, the quiet promise held in their unspoken words.
Later that week, Jungkook surprised Jimin with a plan for a night out. He wanted to show him the town from his own perspective—his favorite quiet spots, the best lookout points, and a few hidden gems he'd discovered over the years.
They started with a small, family-owned restaurant that Jungkook had loved since childhood, nestled on a quiet street just outside the bustling town center. The cozy warmth of the place, combined with the comfort food, felt like home, and they spent hours talking over steaming bowls of ramen and side dishes.
After dinner, they wandered along the riverbank, taking in the quiet beauty of the town at night. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the water, and the lights from the distant buildings reflected on the surface, shimmering like stars.
"Do you ever think about leaving?" Jimin asked, his voice barely above a whisper as they walked side by side.
"Sometimes," Jungkook admitted, slipping his hands into his pockets. "But I don't know... This place is part of who I am. There's something about it that always pulls me back."
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The small town (jikook)
Fanfiction"Long time, no see, Jimin," Jungkook says, smirking as he walks up to the counter. Jimin forces a smile, folding his arms as he leans against the counter. "Heard you were back. Figured I'd run into you sooner or later." Jungkook chuckles. "Did you m...
