Summary: In which their love blooms like the cherry blossoms and dies all at once
(Warnings: None)
Hey, long time no see. If you're curious about what I've been up to, there's a pretty long Author's Note at the end waiting for you!
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In a world of pink, Jungkook stuck out. His dark hair contrasting sharply with the large expanse of blossoms dotting the sky. His arm was tucked carelessly behind his head as he lay in the grass, admiring the hundreds of blooms around him. Gentle winds softly brushed his cheek where he lay, caressing his face as they blew past. Jungkook's gaze followed the gust, eyes soft as he watched loose petals be pulled off branches before swirling into the sky. Jungkook lay there for hours, his anticipation growing and his patience thinning.
It was too early— he knew, the blossoms too new, the temperature too cold. He closed his fist around a small pile of petals sitting nearby. Standing quickly— a new gust of wind appearing—he threw the handful into the air, watching the petals rain down over the earth before being swept away. He loved this time of year: cherry blossom season.
He returned to his small house atop a hill. Despite the small size, Jungkook loved this house. It looked down onto the small orchard of cherry blossoms, Jungkook could sit for hours, days even, simply gazing out the window.
Night came and Jungkook couldn't quite quell his disappointment. The cherry blossoms were here, why wasn't he?
Looking out the window one last time before retiring to his room, he easily became distracted by the view. The moon glowing bright, the cherry blossom trees lining the reflection of light in the grass. He fell in love all over again.
The air was quiet and everything was still. There was a knock on the door and anticipation shot through Jungkook like an arrow, he yanked the door open and there he was. Just as real as the last time he saw him, just as beautiful as the new blossoms blooming across the landscape.
"Jungkookie!" He gave a toothy grin, eyes bright, pink hair wild as if he had been running.
"Jimin," he breathed, tears pricked his eyes and he willed himself not to cry.
"Are you not happy to see me?" Jimin's smiled fell as he saw the look on Jungkook's face,
"No, love. Of course I'm happy to see you." He pulled Jimin into a tight hug, arms wrapping securely around his waist. He buried his face into the his messy pink hair, inhaling the sweet, fresh scent. He smelled like cherry blossoms and he was just as, or even more, beautiful. "I missed you, baby." Jungkook said softly, with surprising vulnerability.
"What do you mean? I'm right here." He replied, laughing, eyes scrunching in cute crescents as pulled back to look up at Jungkook. Jungkook's heart squeezed in his chest.
"Yeah, you are." He reached a hand out, fingers gently brushing over Jimin's cheek— almost as if to convince himself that he is really here. And I wish you would stay. He brought the other hand up to gently cup his face before pressing their lips together. He kissed him like a dying man coming up for air. Jimin must have caught on to Jungkook's mood as he pulled back concerned.
"Hey, I'm right here. I'm sorry I made you wait so long." Jungkook gave a weak watery smile as a response, shaking his head lightly. He laced their fingers together, gently kissing the back of Jimin's hand.
