JIKOOK ONESHOTS

3. Welcome Home

It'd been two years.

The two hardest years of Jeon Jimin's rather brief life. He'd known what kind of life he was signing up for the moment he agreed to marry Jungkook, but that thought didn't exactly help to ease the pain. The thought of his poor, poor darling, out on a battlefield filled with ruthless fellow soldiers whose only objective was to kill made his heart ache. He wasn't afraid of him getting hurt though, because Jungkook was without a doubt one of the smartest and strongest men he'd ever known. The only thing Jimin was afraid of was how easily a person could change once they went to war. He'd heard all the horror stories, of the thing that they used to call "shell-shock", now better known as PTSD. The thought of Jungkook suffering from that, was the most terrifying thing he could imagine. His greatest nightmare was picking his beloved up from the airport, rushing to greet him with near-tears of joy in his eyes, only to find that when his gaze was met, those eyes were only cold and unfeeling, hardened by the horrors and tragedies of war. It made his stomach churn in the most unpleasant of ways.

But today was not the day to think of that. Today was a day of celebration.

The usually drab, barren house was now filled to the brim with all the red and black decorations Jimin could possibly think of-- streamers, balloons, banners, it was all here, waiting. The already spotless house had been cleaned twice over, and nothing was out of place. He'd even bothered to trim the perfectly manicured lawn, as well as the few bushes that had actually wanted to grow on their front porch. And, just for the sake of his restless soul, he'd actually gone to the gardening store that he so very much despised, and planted a row of white lilies on their front porch, just because he'd forgotten one of Jungkook's favorite colors was also white, and he hadn't decorated anything in the house that color. He doubted the younger boy would even notice, he never noticed things like that, but it didn't matter to Jimin. As long as Jungkook was happy.

He whistled softly to himself as he put the finishing touches on the banner he'd made, then grabbed the duct tape before heading outside. He opened the door, and nearly fell over as he was greeted by an equally surprised, but familiar face.

"Namjoon hyung! Thank God you're here, I would have had to use a ladder," Jimin pulled the older boy into a warm embrace.

"Sucks to be short, doesn't it? Gotta use things like ladders," Namjoon teased, while lightly patting the boy on the back. "So when's Kookie getting here?"

"Sometime around 5 in the evening." He ripped off two pieces of duct tape and handed them to Namjoon. "Where's Jin hyung?"

"He's coming later, he had to pick up Taehyung from the university. Yoongi hyung and Hoseok should be here soon though." Jimin nodded. "I like the flowers," Namjoon commented, smiling as he slammed a hand down on the banner, making sure the duct tape stuck. "I thought you hated gardening?"

"I do." Jimin smiled proudly as he stared at his handiwork on the front porch. "It's pretty good, right?"

"Eh," The older boy laughed as he turned around to study the flowers as well. "I think that one's crooked."

"Oh shut up!" Jimin slapped his hyung's shoulder lightly. "You probably would have made them explode just by touching them!"

"Touche." Namjoon grinned. "I put your banner up without destroying it though."

"True, I'm very impressed. Let's go inside, I still have a few things to do." The two made their way inside, the taller boy's eyes widened as his nose picked up the scent of delicious food wafting from the kitchen.

"You've become quite the ideal housewife while Jungkook was gone, haven't you Jiminie?" The younger boy blushed.

"I mean, I only have a part-time job. Life is pretty boring when you guys don't come over," he explained lamely. "I made a butt-load of Korean dishes, cuz everyone will eat that, and some burgers for Taetae, and some pizza, because you know, bread." He raised his eyebrows at Namjoon's look of confusion.