*A/N: If you haven't read Part 1, go back and read it now otherwise this will make way less sense lol*
After another 30 minutes of cuddling, Jungkook gently detached himself from his boyfriend's strong arms, hearing the older groan slightly from the loss of contact. This made the younger smile happily, as he knows that Jimin won't be expecting the surprise he has in store.
"Hey baby, here, get up," he said softly, climbing out of the bed and dragging Jimin along with him. "Jungkookieee," the older whined playfully as he was pulled to his feet. "I didn't want to get up yet."
Jimin pouted cutely and tried his best to look mad, but Jungkook only laughed at how adorable he was and pinched his chubby cheeks. "Cuteee!" he said teasingly, while Jimin just grumbled something under his breath about being "tough" and "manly", not "cute".
The taller of the two ushered his auburn-haired lover into the bathroom, where he washed up quickly and brushed his teeth. Jungkook sat on the counter and waited till he finished, before putting his little "plan" into action. "What do you want for breakfast, babe?" Jimin pursed his soft lips thoughtfully and cocked his head, before grinning slowly and turning to his boyfriend. "Blueberry pancakes!" he exclaimed happily.
"Knew it," Jungkook smirked under his breath.
"Let's get cooking then!" he said, exiting the bathroom and gently pushing Jimin down the hallway towards the living room and open kitchen.
Time for Phase Two, he thought.
Feigning annoyance, Jungkook huffed out a sigh before turning to his tiny lover.
"Oh shoot, hold on baby, I left my phone in your room......how about you go get started and I'll meet you in the kitchen?"
"Ok," Jimin said, amused. As soon as his back was turned, Jungkook turned and sprinted back into the bedroom, throwing open the closet and grabbing the bouquet of bright red roses he had bought earlier.
"It's showtime," he murmured, making his way down the hall once again and towards the living room.
He crept up slowly and turned the corner, fully expecting to see Jimin smiling or laughing at his little surprise, and instead found him crumpled up on the floor, sobbing quietly.
SHIT.
Jungkook was about to drop the flowers and run to comfort his boyfriend, when Jimin sniffled and got up.
The older's back was still to him, so Jungkook figured that he hasn't seen him or the roses yet. The younger was about to pop out, when he realized what had made his boyfriend break down into sudden tears.
Jimin padded over or the center of the room, where Jungkook had strung strand after strand of thousands of Polaroid photos up across the room, mere hours ago. The auburn-haired boy reached out and lightly caressed the photos; some of them were of the two of them together, but many others looked to be just him, as if Jungkook had been secretly taking pictures of him every chance he could find.
Jimin clasped a hand over his mouth and choked back a sob as he recognized a photo of him from their first date. When had the younger taken that?
He let his glistening eyes roam the room, taking in every picture and trying desperately to stop crying. Just as he was about to go find the boy responsible for this, a soft cough from behind him caused him to freeze, and then whirl around quickly.
"I hope those are happy tears," the boy said, with a tender smile.
There stood Jungkook, a bouquet of roses in his hand and a beautiful grin splashed across his features. Jimin sucked in a breath and immediately thought, to hell with not crying, before rushing over and burying himself in his boyfriend's chest for the second time that morning.
