Fantastic Baby
Authour: bangtansweaterpaws
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 1377
Ship: Jimin×Jungkook
Summary:
Clearly oblivious to his boyfriend's appearance, Jungkook continued making his food at the kitchen bench, yelling 'Fantastic Baby' at the appropriate times and singing extremely off key to the song.
Accompanying his poor singing were a set of flamboyant dance moves which he was apparently improvising on the spot.
Jimin stood, halfway through the doorway, smiling at his boyfriend and watching him jump around.
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Or: Jimin comes home after work, exhausted and ready to collapse on the sofa like he usually does.
He certainly didn't expect to find his boyfriend singing at the top of his lungs or dancing with a loaf of bread, but that's just life.
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Jimin had been working all day long, cooped up in an office building with nothing but his computer and several stacks of paper waiting to be filed and sorted for company.
To say he was tired would be an understatement: he was exhausted.
Every day he would finish work left with the same feeling of being drained but there was nothing he could do about it - he had to work to pay the bills and there were no better options for him at the moment.
The small blonde man was more than ready to collapse on the sofa and kick off his fancy work shoes (they always gave him blisters) to wait for his boyfriend to come home. He trudged up his apartment building stairs (in some ironically humorous way, the lift was broken - the cherry on top of his crappy day) with his work bag hanging drearily from his shoulder.
Sighing as he finally reached his floor, he rifled through his work bag to find the set of keys he stashed there earlier in the day so that he could open his front door and collapse as soon as possible.
With his precise searching, he located the keys in no time and went to unlock the door only to find it already unlocked.
He frowned blankly staring at the door.
He was sure that Jungkook should be at work, not at home so why was the door unlocked?
Maybe Jimin had forgot to lock it that morning? He could have sworn he had though...
Jimin stood outside the closed, unlocked door contemplating why it was open and if it was an intruder what he should do.
If it was a murderer or burglar or kidnaper or whatever, then he would be in trouble; he was never exactly the tallest, most intimidating guy, so if there was an intruder scaring them away probably wouldn't be an option.
Maybe he should call the police? No, if it was just a mistake and he forgot to lock the door in the morning he would feel really stupid for calling the police all the way out to his apartment.
No. He should just check himself; he was a grown man, this was stupid.
Still...he grabbed his keys, holding them between the knuckles in his right hand as a weapon, just in case.
Cautiously he inched open the door trying to be quiet so that he wouldn't be spotted if there was someone inside.
He was still grasping the keys (they were the best weapon he had on such short notice) as he peeked around the door frame.
