In the future universe, BTS was finally recognized worldwide as international superstars. They are now legends.
But while more obstacles were still needed to fight off, the government still unsupportive of their community, the company still keeping...
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Lying on the bed on top of Jungkook, Jimin rose his little head up. "Neh, Jungkook~ah. . . Let's wear white shirt, jeans and Timberland boots together today for our practice," he suggested. Jungkook smiled up at him and kissed his pretty little lips.
"Mm. . . Sure," said Jungkook, now feeling better and was breathing normally. He closed his eyes. Jimin released from his grip.
"I'd better get ready," noted Jimin softly as he kissed his lips. Then he smoothed out the floppy tresses of his jet black hair away from his forehead with his small hand. Jimin lingered for a moment in his beloved's arms. This close barely an inch, Jungkook's eyelashes were well gathered, thick and curled at the ends. Jimin's small finger caressed the cute mole just right on his chin, under his red lip and kissed it. His finger went to the mole under his right nose just there and he kissed it. Then his finger went down pressing it to the commonly seen mole on his left neck. He kissed it too, smiling. The voice on the back of his head screamed like a fangirl ARMY. Damnit–! Still unbelievable that he is my fiancé! My Jungkook~ah is so handsoome~!
Jimin kissed his lips, playing with it lovingly and slightly bruising it. Ah! Even these red lips felt and taste like bubblegum! His small hands played through the tresses of Jungkook's jet black hair. Mmm! Just how silky this hair was, I liked it floppy like this. . Or this! These cheeks. . . When he was 14, 15 or so they were cute and chubby. . Now look at him. His face is so chiseled! Letting bliss rushinside him, Jimin finally kissed his lips. Aaah Jungkook~aah! I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you, I looove youuuuuuuuu!!!!!
"Mmm. . Mochiii. ." complained Jungkook with a moan as his pretty little dancer kept playing cutely with his closed eyelids, to his moles, hair and lips. Did he knew just how luckiest person in the whole wide world Jimin was right now, to had such a fiancé like him in his life?
Jimin nibbled in his lips as he spoke. "You come after me. . . Okay, hon?"
Jungkook just nodded, still with both eyes closed. He suddenly felt exhausted that he was even too tired to speak. "Mmm. . ."
