Jimin and Jungkook are lovers. They have been dating for a year and are very happy, just like other couples. However, an incident occurred that caused Jimin to leave Jungkook. What happened to Jimin? Will Jungkook forgive him?
“It’s good to be back!” Jimin exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he took in the familiar sights of his hometown. He took a deep breath, savoring the fresh, salty air of Busan, and exhaled with a contented sigh.
Jungkook watched Jimin with a smile, happy to see him so animated. “I knew you’d be excited,” he said, wrapping an arm around Jimin’s shoulders.
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Now, Jungkook and Jimin stood side by side in front of the house where Jimin had grown up. It was the same old house with its weathered exterior, chipped paint, and the creaking front steps that Jimin had once run up and down as a child. The sight of it brought a flood of memories—echoes of laughter, the scent of his grandfather's cooking, and the quiet nights spent alone in his room, wondering what the future would hold.
Jungkook gently took Jimin’s hand, his fingers warm and familiar against Jimin’s cool skin. Without a word, Jungkook placed something small and metallic in Jimin’s palm. The weight of it made Jimin's heart skip a beat. His forehead wrinkled in confusion as he looked down to see a key resting there. It wasn’t just any key—it was old, a bit worn, but polished, gleaming in the fading sunlight.
Jimin’s eyes traced the delicate ridges of the key, then flickered up to Jungkook’s face, searching for answers.
"What is this?" Jimin’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to disturb the stillness that had settled between them. His brow furrowed deeper, his mind trying to piece together the meaning behind this simple gesture.
Jungkook’s lips curled into a gentle smile, his eyes shining with something tender, something that spoke of promises unspoken. He took a deep breath, glancing at the house before turning back to Jimin.
“It’s the key to our house,” Jungkook finally said, his voice steady and filled with warmth.
Jimin blinked, his gaze shifting from the key in his hand to the familiar house standing before them. It hadn’t changed much over the years. The same ivy crawled up the stone walls, and the windows still reflected the late afternoon light. But something was different now—something that made Jimin feel both nostalgic and hesitant.
“Our house?” Jimin’s voice cracked slightly as he spoke, a mixture of surprise and disbelief washing over him. His heart was pounding in his chest, a blend of emotions swirling inside—excitement, fear, uncertainty. “Kkuk-ah..” Jimin whispered, his voice trembling as emotions overwhelmed him. His vision blurred with tears, but he didn’t need to see clearly to know that Jungkook was there, right in front of him. With a sudden surge of emotion, Jimin stepped forward and threw his arms around Jungkook, burying his face in his lover’s chest. The warmth of Jungkook’s embrace instantly wrapped around him, offering comfort and safety.
Jimin’s body trembled as the tears finally spilled over, his chest heaving with each sob. “Th-thank you,” he stammered, his voice breaking. “Thank you, Kkuk-ah... thank you...” The words came out in gasps between his tears, but each one carried the weight of his overwhelming gratitude.
