You Never Know [JIKOOK]

61. Hesitant

"Babe?" Jungkook's voice was soft as he entered their shared room, his eyes immediately landing on Jimin, who was lounging on the bed, back resting against the headboard.

But Jimin didn't even glance at him. He was too engrossed in his phone, scrolling with an unreadable expression.

They are now in their hotel room, from the entire flight, Jimin didn't speak to him, it's not like Jimin didn't want to, it was because he slept for the entire flight.

And now, after settling arrangements of the from from the front desk, he immediately goes there so he could join his husband on the bed.

Jungkook swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous as he silently closed the door behind him. He hesitated before taking slow steps toward the bed. "L-love?" His voice came out almost hesitant, careful.

Finally, Jimin tore his gaze away from the screen and looked up at him—only to flash a bright, radiant smile. "Yeah?"

Jungkook blinked. What the hell?

Minutes ago, Jimin had been in a mood, all fire and irritation, and didn't wait for him to come up here. And now? He was looking at Jungkook like he hung the stars in the sky.

Jungkook let out a relieved sigh. Thank God.

Smiling, he sat down beside his husband, the tension in his shoulders disappearing. “What are you doing, hmm?” His voice softened as he wrapped an arm around Jimin's small frame.

Jimin easily melted into his side, resting his head against Jungkook's shoulder. “Just scrolling, Love.” His voice was muffled, tired. He shut off his phone without a second thought, choosing to focus on the warmth radiating from Jungkook's body instead.

Jungkook chuckled, gently running his fingers through Jimin's soft hair. “Sleepy?”

Jimin hummed, the vibration of his voice tickling Jungkook's skin. His arms lazily found their way around Jungkook's waist, hugging him loosely.

Jungkook looked down at him, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Jimin looked so small in his arms, so content.

Lately, Jimin had been incredibly clingy, constantly seeking comfort, affection—touch. It was new, unfamiliar, and yet… Jungkook adored it.

Jungkook had always known Jimin inside and out, but this? This mood-swing-ridden, overly sweet, and extra cuddly version of Jimin? It was a different side of his husband—one he wasn't used to yet.

But was it a problem?

No.

Because no matter how unpredictable Jimin's moods were these days, Jungkook would always love him just the same.
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"How is it?" Taehyung plopped down beside Jimin, his voice barely above a whisper as he studied his friend.

Jimin was sitting alone at the table, placed perfectly in the middle of the sand, surrounded by the gentle flicker of candlelight.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was calming, the salty breeze adding a sense of serenity to the night.

Taehyung thought this moment was perfect—perfect to announce his pregnancy.

He had been anxious about it, but Jimin had been his constant push, reassuring him over and over that Suga and their families would be overjoyed.

Jimin, however, seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at the carefully arranged candles glowing softly in the sand.

"W-what?"  Jimin  blinked, as if snapping out of his trance.

Taehyung lifted a brow. “Eh? You didn't try?” He turned fully to face Jimin, watching as his friend fidgeted with his fingers on the table.