"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.
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A story where jimin was in love with his Best Friend jungkook
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Nwo, Jimi, Jimi!" Niya's loud cries echoed through the Jeon apartment. It was barely 7 a.m., and the tiny yet determined voice of Jungkook’s daughter filled the rooms, demanding the one thing she wanted most—Jimin. Jungkook had tried everything to soothe her, everything but niya is niya just like Jungkook. If she wanted something, she wouldn’t stop until she had it, no compromises allowed.
Sana had left early for an urgent meeting in the U.S., leaving Jungkook alone with their little drama queen. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he glanced down at his daughter’s pouting face, eyes still filled with tears.
Without a second thought, Jungkook called Jimin, who picked up after only a few rings.
“Hello? What happened, Jungkook? Is everything okay?” Jimin’s voice carried a note of concern that warmed Jungkook’s heart, reminding him of just how lucky he was to have a friend like him.
Jungkook chuckled softly, casting a glance at his teary-eyed daughter clinging to him with all her might. “Nothing serious, Jimin-hyung, don’t worry. It’s just that Niya needs you—right now,” he said, raising his voice slightly to be heard over Niya’s insistent cries. “Please come before my ears give out from her screaming,” he added, wincing as Niya tugged mercilessly on his hair, seemingly determined to turn her dad into a bald man.
Jimin chuckled on the other end. “I’ll be there in ten minutes, Kook. Hold tight!”
Fifteen minutes after Jimin arrived, Niya was already fast asleep in his arms, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt. Jungkook lay beside them, resting his head on Jimin's lap while Jimin’s fingers gently massaged his scalp, soothing the tension from earlier.
Out of the blue, Jungkook chuckled. “You know, hyung, Sana always jokes that you’re like my second wife,” he said, laughter in his voice.
Jimin’s hands stilled for a second, a bittersweet smile crossing his face. “I wish,” he murmured softly under his breath, barely audible.
“Huh? Did you say something?” Jungkook asked, lifting his head slightly, but before Jimin could respond, Jungkook’s phone rang.
“Hello, Appa, why are you calling so early—” Jungkook’s sentence abruptly stopped, and the phone slipped from his hand.
Jimin’s heart pounded with worry. He carefully placed Niya in her bedroom, then rushed back to find Jungkook staring blankly at the TV screen. Jimin followed his line of sight and felt his stomach drop as he read the headline.
“The flight from South Korea to the United States that departed this morning has tragically crashed, with no survivors reported among the passengers.”
Jimin hurriedly rushed beside Jungkook and held him tight in a warm hug because he knew that’s what Jungkook needed.
For a few minutes, they stayed like this, enveloped in silence, as Jungkook clung to him.
