The Story of Us | Jikook/Kookmin

28 | The Power of Sharing

Jimin POV.

I draw a fresh breath in, smiling in satisfaction at the smell of flowers burning on my nostrils, blessing me with the kind of peaceful thoughts that only come with the rare moments like this. I click on the button of the camera like I've been for the past minutes, feeling my cheeks gather through a growing smile as I encounter the bunch of pictures I never knew Jungkook had guarded in his camera.

There is one where him and Jung-Hyun are posing with their eyes crinkle-closed and peace signs on the same side of their bodies, looking like the exact same person. 

There is another taken in the hubbub of Taehyung's presence near the camera, where his hand blocks half of his exasperated face extending towards the lens, behind which I imagine a Jungkook cracking up loud laughters while dodging the camera from the older's reach.

The next click of thumb brings up the picture that melts my heart into the puddle of flower essence I've been inhaling for the past fifteen minutes. It's one of the selfies we took last night. I knew Jungkook was busy getting comfortable on my back as I struggled catching the angle with my extended selfie-stick-arm along the cherry blossoms train rails, but I don't remember him smiling into the skin of my neck with his eyes closed as if he were at the place he felt the happiest in the world. 

I bite my lip shyly, zooming on his expression and then at my laughing one, feeling my heart race quicker the longer that I keep staring. I can't stop... it's just addictingly beautiful to watch. I'm quietly squealing to myself as I escape my eyes to the scenery of the balcony abruptly, trying to get a bit of a break from the butterflies threatening to absorb my stomach with their flapping wings.

I get distracted by the sound coming from the room. The moment I turn my head around Jungkook is walking through the door frame to the balcony, a lazy smile taking form of his lips when he halts on his steps upon noticing me. He has the long sleeves of his plain cream shirt hanging off of his hands, what he seems to be contently glad with as he uses the fabric to rub off the sleep in his eyes.

- Good morning. -I say unintentionally happy, unable to keep eye contact for too long yet constantly finding myself uniting my eyes with his ones as he drags his feet in my direction. 

- And I was wondering where the biggest sleepy head in the world fled over night. -He says with a rough voice, a breath of laughter running tape as he wraps his arms around me from the back and nuzzles his nose on my cheek. My body reacts giddily when he plants a kiss where his lips poke nosily, my own lips puckering to prevent myself from smiling too much at this adorable treatment in the early hours of the morning.

This is all too domestic, too dreamy to be considered reality, but his caressing on the wavering goosebumps on my arms tells me that it's indeed way too real to be thought of as else.

- Slept well? -He asks, everything sounding like a hum in the sway of his snoozy throat.

- Mmhm. -I nod, tilting my head up and down a few times as my show of enjoyment of the feel of his lips on my skin. -You?