Beautifully Flawed

45. Whispers in the Wind

Jimin woke up to the sound of the crashing waves against the seashore. The white sheer curtains that dressed the floor to ceiling windows that faced the sea in their honey moon cabana danced to the music of the wind that blew through. The humid air and the saltiness in the air brought with it a wave of nostalgia and wonderful memories of his childhood. He shifted gently in the king size bed and slid slowly from under Jungkook's grip so as not to wake his husband up. His husband. Husband… That had a nice ring to it. A blush spread across his cheeks as a smile split across his face.

Jungkook stirred in his sleep. Aware of the loss of warmth, he unconsciously patted the bed as he searched for his missing source of warmth. Jimin was quick to place a pillow in the way and Jungkook cuddled into it. He whined and sighed contentedly and for the millionth time since he met him, a party of butterflies took flight in Jimin’s belly. His husband, was absolutely adorable.

He would never get tired of saying that. Husband.

He slid off the bed and tiptoed across the room picking up the trail of clothes scattered across the floor and threw them across the room to the mustard colored love seat in the room. As he slipped on Jungkook’s button-down white shirt, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror of the vanity table in the room and bit down on his lip to muffle the gasp that threatened to escape his lips. He skin was littered with dark purple hickies from his neck down to his torso and others were scattered on his thighs. What was impressive is the palm print on his waist line just above his v-line.

He ran his hand over it to caress it and blushed at the memory of what they had been up to the previous night. The memory of it made his member wake up and pay attention. But, if the pain in his lower back is anything to go by, he knew that they wouldn’t be getting down and dirty anytime soon. He picked a light blanket and slipped on his beach sandals. He slid out of the room and walked to their private beach pulling the blanket closer to his body to shelter himself from the biting breeze.

Jungkook’s scent from the shirt he was wearing invaded his senses and brings with it a blanket of warmth and comfort. The discomfort of sand in his sandals made him slide them off and let his toes kiss the sand. Upon this primrose sand, the hue as gentle on the eye as a vintage photograph, there was a steady warmth from the grains. Already, the sky lit, littered with pink clouds and remnants of stars that seemed to defy the rising of the sun.

Jimin whispered into the breeze, his eyelids fluttering closed as he breathed in the briny aroma. He bestowed his gaze to the far off horizon. The forever stretching sea was masked with a dark blue color, with patches of pink, a reflection of the morning skies. Through narrowed eyes he watched as each wave overlapped one another, sending the white bubbling crests descending, masking the shore with the transparent fading water.

It was peaceful. His second happy place.

A lot had happened in the past forty-eight hours. He felt like he was taken up by a dizzying whirlwind and only now was he able to find his footing. But then again, with Jungkook, everything had always been a whirlwind. Only three days ago, he was contemplating ending his relationship. Now, in a span of seventy two hours, he had been engaged, gotten married and halfway across the world on his honeymoon.

He laughed out loud as the sea breeze carried his laughter across the ocean and he let his mind drift back to three days ago.

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Three days earlier...

He stood there wide eyed and speechless. What he was looking at could only be a dream. Not only had Jungkook planned his dream wedding, he had also done it without him even realizing what was going on. How he had done it, Jimin couldn’t wrap his head around it.