I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Yoonjin - Jelly Hunt

Yoongi pulled up to his apartment complex with a sigh, feeling both exhausted and a little triumphant. He'd managed to track down Seokjin's favorite peach-flavored jelly, but it had taken three stores and a whole lot of patience. As he parked and grabbed his shopping bag, he mentally prepared himself for what was waiting inside.

Entering the apartment, he punched in the passcode, twisted the doorknob, and stepped inside. "I'm home, honey!" he called, slipping off his shoes and setting down his bag.

But he was greeted by silence. He looked up and found Seokjin sitting on the couch with his arms crossed over his chest, his brows drawn together in an adorable pout. Six months pregnant, Seokjin had perfected the art of looking both absolutely adorable and mildly intimidating, especially when he didn't get his way.

Yoongi braced himself, trying not to smile too broadly. "What's with the face, Jinnie?" he asked, doing his best to sound innocent as he set the bag down on the table.

Seokjin's eyes narrowed. "What took you so long?" he demanded, still not uncrossing his arms. "You said you'd be back in half an hour."

Yoongi exhaled dramatically, coming closer to his husband. "Baby, I had to go to three different stores to find the peach jelly you wanted." He pulled the coveted packet of peach-flavored jelly out of the bag, holding it up like a trophy. "These little guys are in high demand, apparently."

Seokjin's expression softened for a split second as he eyed the jelly, but he quickly caught himself, pouting even harder. "Three stores, huh?" He lifted his chin, pretending to be unimpressed. "Well, maybe you should've called me to let me know. I was sitting here, thinking you got lost or something."

Yoongi chuckled, reaching over to brush a stray strand of hair from Seokjin's forehead. "Lost? I'm a grown man, Jinnie. I can handle a trip to the store."

"Sure you can," Seokjin muttered, finally allowing a small smile to creep in. He poked Yoongi's arm playfully. "But you don't know the horrors of a craving, Min Yoongi. This baby has some serious demands." He gave his slightly rounded belly a gentle pat, and Yoongi's heart softened at the sight.

"Is that so?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, my apologies to the little one in there," he said, crouching down to level his face with Seokjin's belly. "Sorry for taking so long, little peach. Your daddy went on a wild jelly hunt just for you." He gave Seokjin's belly a soft pat, making Seokjin giggle.

"You're lucky I love you," Seokjin teased, finally letting his annoyance go as he uncrossed his arms and reached out to grab the jelly from Yoongi's hand.

Yoongi feigned shock, placing a hand over his heart. "Lucky you love me? I just went on a grand quest for jelly! If that doesn't prove my love, I don't know what will."

Seokjin rolled his eyes, unable to keep a straight face. "Fine, fine. You're my brave jelly knight. Happy now?" He tore open the jelly pack with practiced ease and popped one into his mouth, sighing blissfully as the peach flavor melted on his tongue.

Yoongi grinned, watching Seokjin with clear affection. "Happy as long as you're happy," he murmured, taking a seat next to him and slipping an arm around his shoulders. "I'll go to a hundred stores if that's what it takes."

Seokjin leaned into Yoongi's side, chuckling as he nibbled on another jelly. "Let's hope it never comes to that. But I'll keep that in mind for next time I get a craving."

Yoongi groaned playfully. "What have I started?"

"A lifetime of jelly hunts," Seokjin said, smirking as he rested his head on Yoongi's shoulder. "Better get used to it, Daddy."

Yoongi let out a dramatic sigh, wrapping his arm a little tighter around Seokjin. "As long as you two are by my side, I think I can handle it."

Yoongi and Seokjin's love story began in a most unexpected way. They were complete opposites, living in the same bustling city but moving through it in completely different circles. Yoongi was an introverted, passionate music producer known for his quiet intensity, spending long hours alone in his studio with little interest in socializing. His friends often joked that he had more meaningful relationships with his synthesizers than with actual people.

Seokjin, on the other hand, was as vibrant and warm as a summer day. He worked as an actor, his life full of glitz and glamour, yet he remained kind-hearted and down-to-earth, always taking time to chat with fans, friends, and even strangers. He had a way of drawing people in, making them feel special and seen, and he cherished every moment he could make someone smile.

Their paths first crossed when Seokjin was asked to appear in a music video for one of the artists Yoongi was producing. Seokjin, with his charming smile and captivating presence, immediately stood out on set, drawing everyone's attention, including Yoongi's. Yoongi tried to keep his focus on work, yet his gaze would wander over to Seokjin every few minutes. Despite Yoongi's best efforts to stay detached, he found himself captivated by the actor's natural beauty and easygoing personality.

Seokjin, ever the friendly one, noticed Yoongi's quiet presence in the corner of the studio and approached him during a break. Yoongi, feeling a bit overwhelmed, barely managed to look up as Seokjin beamed down at him.

"Hi, I'm Seokjin!" he said with a warm smile, extending a hand.

Yoongi looked at Seokjin's hand like it was a foreign object, feeling flustered but managing a quiet, "Yoongi."

"Nice to meet you, Yoongi! Your work is amazing. I was listening to that last track you played, and it's so powerful," Seokjin said sincerely.

Yoongi blinked, feeling a strange flutter in his chest. "Uh, thanks," he mumbled, not used to receiving compliments so directly.

After that, Seokjin kept finding reasons to visit Yoongi's corner of the studio, sharing little snacks, stories, and his signature jokes that always earned Yoongi's reluctant laughter. Over the days they spent together, Yoongi found himself softening, letting Seokjin into his carefully guarded world.

Despite their differences, they felt an inexplicable connection-a feeling like they had known each other for ages. Slowly, Yoongi found himself looking forward to Seokjin's visits, even waiting for them. It wasn't long before he started opening up, sharing bits of his life, his dreams, and even his insecurities. Seokjin, in turn, listened intently, offering his support and gentle words of encouragement, making Yoongi feel safe in a way he hadn't felt before.

Months passed, and their friendship deepened, but it was during one rainy night that everything changed. They had stayed late in the studio, and when the rain began pouring outside, Yoongi offered to drive Seokjin home. As they sat together in Yoongi's car, listening to the sound of the rain, Seokjin hesitantly reached over and took Yoongi's hand.

"I... really like you, Yoongi," Seokjin whispered, his cheeks tinged with pink.

Yoongi felt his heart pound as he looked at Seokjin, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes. It was as if the walls around his heart crumbled in that moment. He didn't need words. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against Seokjin's, sealing the beginning of their love story with a kiss.

From then on, they were inseparable. Their relationship had its ups and downs-Yoongi's reserved nature often clashing with Seokjin's social life-but through it all, they learned to understand each other deeply, growing stronger together. They moved in together a year later, sharing a cozy apartment where Yoongi filled their walls with music and Seokjin filled their space with laughter.

And now, six years later, they were awaiting the arrival of their first child, a beautiful blend of their love. Yoongi adored Seokjin even more deeply as he watched him prepare for fatherhood, enduring all the little cravings and mood swings with a smile that melted Yoongi's heart every time.

Through every moment, every change, their love remained constant-a quiet, steady rhythm that Yoongi had come to realize was the music he'd been searching for all along.