Best Friend - A jikook fanfiction

Part - 1

ONE, TWO, THREE, CLICK!" Jimin yelled as he snapped the picture.

He smiled fondly, eyes moist, as he looked at the happy Jeon family.

Yes happy family, the Jeon family.

"Hyung, let me see the picture!" Jungkook said, holding Niya as she squirmed to get to Jimin.

He's still the same... Jimin thought, his chest tightening. The baby’s innocent smile pulled him back, and he extended his arms to her as she wriggled free of her father’s hold and into his.

“She really does love you more than us!” Sana teased, giving Jimin a warm look.
“Of course!” Jimin replied playfully, rolling his eyes. “Who wouldn’t like me?”
“Me,” Jungkook chimed in, adding a smirk.

Jimin’s heart skipped, but he forced a playful scoff. “Fine, I don’t like you either,” he teased, hiding his true emotions under his practiced smile.

“Jimi,” Niya babbled in his arms, and his heart melted. Her first word had been his name, and he couldn’t be more honored. She reached up to pat his cheek as if to remind him that, in her world, he was special.
"Okay, okay! Niya’s Jimi is the best," Sana laughed, snapping Jimin out of his trance. “Now go! Jimin, Jungkook—let’s get a picture of you two together.”
“Yeah, Hyungie! One picture,” Jungkook insisted, pulling him forward.
“Niya, go to Mama for a minute. I need your Jimi,” Jungkook tried to coax her, but she clung to Jimin with an adorable pout.
“Let her stay with Jimin, Kookie,” Sana suggested.
“Anything for you, my love,” Jungkook replied with a smile.

Jimin held Niya close, her tiny arms wrapped around him as he approached Jungkook, feeling the familiar tension in his chest grow. As the sunlight bathed them in a warm glow, Jimin forced himself to breathe, trying to keep his heart steady. This feeling... maybe it’s time to let go, he thought, watching Jungkook’s carefree smile.

His thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook appeared behind him. “Hmm, who are you thinking about?” he teased, flashing his familiar bunny smile.

“You, you idiot,” Jimin thought to himself, annoyed yet fond.

“Why should I tell you?” Jimin replied aloud, brushing off the question. “Now, come on, let’s get this picture taken.”
Jungkook slipped an arm around Jimin’s waist, pulling him close.

As Jungkook wrapped an arm around his waist, Jimin’s heart seemed to skip, then race, with every breath. Standing so close, he could see every detail of Jungkook’s face, from the faint dimple in his cheek to the gentle curve of his smile.

Jungkook’s eyes, warm yet intense, held a glimmer that Jimin found utterly mesmerizing. He noticed the way Jungkook’s eyelashes cast soft shadows under his eyes in the fading light, giving him a softer, almost tender look. The warmth radiating from Jungkook’s body seemed to seep into Jimin’s own skin, and for a moment, he forgot about the world around them.

He could feel his heart swelling with the quiet longing he’d kept hidden for so long. Jungkook's scent—a mix of fresh linen and a faint, comforting hint of his cologne—filled his senses, grounding him in a way that felt both exhilarating and painful.

Jimin’s gaze fell to Jungkook’s lips, slightly parted in a soft, playful smile, and he felt an undeniable urge to reach out, to bridge the distance between them that was much more than just physical. Just then, Jungkook’s gaze shifted to meet his own, and Jimin felt his breath hitch, his cheeks warming under Jungkook’s soft, questioning stare.

For that brief, beautiful moment, Jimin allowed himself to savor it, imprinting every detail in his mind before he had to step away, hiding the ache in his heart behind a familiar, wistful smile.
"Three... and click," Sana's voice pulled Jimin back to reality.
“Wow, you both look great in the picture,” Sana said warmly, her words filling the air with ease. But for Jimin, each compliment felt like a weight pressing down on him. How could he still feel this way—holding onto a spark that should have faded by now?
And just like that they spend the evening with lots of memories but are they really happy memories?