about a month later, jimin stared up at jeongguk in amusement as the muscular volleyball player stumbled over his words.
"jimin-hyung," he began, finally able to form a coherent sentence. "you know i like you."
"mhm."
"and that you like me."
"i do," jimin giggled, reaching to intertwine their fingers. jeongguk gulped at the feeling of the smaller's delicate hand against his calloused one.
"so would you... want to go out on a date? and be my boyfriend?" he managed to get out, thoroughly flustered. the middle blocker could feel his anxiety begin to spike after jimin didn't say anything for a few heartbeats. just as he opened his mouth to apologize and leave, jimin gave him his brightest smile yet.
"of course i would, kookie." brining their joined hands up to his face, the manager planted a soft kiss on each of jeongguk's knuckles.
"i think i'm falling in love with you," jimin admitted shyly. "it's scary, especially since we haven't known each other for long and there's still so much we don't know about each other. but i know you'd never hurt me."
jeongguk felt his heart swell with adoration as he gazed down at his new boyfriend.
"let's take a chance," he breathed, cupping the pinkette's face in his hands. "on falling. will you do that with me?"
jimin responded by pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
years later, when jeongguk is saying his vows, he thanks jimin for taking a chance on him and falling with him. jimin can't contain himself and immediately starts tearing up.
and as they slid the rings onto each other's fingers, the two had never felt more in love.
— fin.
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i'm definitely going to go back and edit this soon, but i'm fairly happy with how this turned out. i wanted to write a super short, fluffy fic about love at first sight and falling quickly.
i know a lot of people don't believe in love at first sight, but i do believe it's possible if it's the right person.
thank you guys for reading! if you want more jikook stuff, i have three other fanfics on my profile ^^
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أدب الهواة❝ i can't stop thinking about how soft his hands were when he helped me tape my fingers. or how good he smelled, and how pink his lips were. ❞ - volleyball ! au ¡ lowercase ! started : 02 / 08 / 19 completed : 02 / 06 / 20