Jimin: Smiling brightly "I'm okay with this marriage! I always looked up to Kookie hyung, so I'm happy and excited!"
Jungkook: In disbelief "What do you mean I have to marry him? How can you say that, eomma? I've always seen Jimin as my little broth...
I tugged Jungkook hyung toward the Ferris wheel, my heart pounding in my chest. What if he doesn't like it? What if he scolds me? But this is my only chance to do something like this... I can't hold back. When we reached the top, I turned to hyung, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah?" he asked, his brows furrowed in concern, and that simple glance made my heart flutter. Hyung had always been there for me, through everything, and now, he's my husband. The love of my life.
I slowly leaned in, closing the distance between us, and pressed my lips against his soft, thin ones. The moment they met, butterflies exploded in my stomach, a fluttering sensation that I couldn't control. I kissed him gently, but he didn't respond right away. My heart sank-does he not like it? I pulled back, confusion, fear, and a hint of disappointment swirling inside me.
But before I could retreat any further, I felt a soft pressure at the back of my head, and he pulled me closer. He was kissing me! I couldn't contain the happiness bubbling up inside. I wanted to shout and dance. I was on cloud nine.
As we broke the kiss, I gasped for air, my pulse racing.
"That was my first kiss..." hyung whispered as I looked up at him in shock. The realization hit me- I was his first kiss too. It made my heart swell with a joy I couldn't put into words.
We stayed there for a moment, silently enjoying the view from the Ferris wheel, both lost in the sweetness of the moment.
By the time we left the amusement park, the sky had darkened, and we decided to grab a late dinner to stretch out our time together.
The drive back home felt surreal. Every glance at hyung had my mind replaying our kiss. It was the best thing to ever happen to me-he's the best.
I couldn't stop myself from staring at his veiny hand as he drove with just one hand on the wheel, the way his muscles flexed with every turn. It was... ridiculously hot. But then, my thoughts wandered in a unholy direction. I tried to shake it off, focus on anything but hyung's hands, but the more I tried, the more those thoughts pushed their way in. I shifted in my seat, rubbing my legs together without realizing it.
"Jimin-ah, you okay? You've got a fever or something... Your face is completely red!" Hyung's concerned voice broke through my thoughts, and I froze. His hand moved to my forehead, checking my temperature, his touch gentle and warm.
"N-no, hyung, I'm o-okay..." I stammered, my voice barely audible.
"You sure?" Hyung asked, his gaze softening as he examined me, but I could only nod silently, too embarrassed to speak further.
We finally arrived home, and after our usual night routine, we lay down in bed. The stillness between us was almost too much, but before sleep could claim me, I had to ask.
"Hyung!!" I called out to him. When his eyes turned toward me, I made a kissy face, silently begging for a goodnight kiss.
Hyung chuckled softly before he leaned in and kissed me gently.
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