Marriage boot camp was designed for couples to fall in love all over again.
Or in Jimin's case...for the first time.
~OR~
Jimin and Yoongi, practically strangers, are accidentally married and required to attend an intense week of marriage counselin...
Love changes with time. It is estimated that romantic love, which is linked with euphoria, butterflies, and sweaty palms, only lasts about a year. After the first year you move into the "committed love" stage.
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"Why does it feel like I'm in a university lecture hall all over again?" Jimin hissed to Yoongi, who was seated next to him.
Yoongi looked around before responding dully, "Because it looks like one?"
Jimin had been woken up that morning by the soft touch of Yoongi's palm against his shoulder. He had slept through all three alarms that he had set, while Yoongi had set none, insisting that his internal clock wakes him up at six a.m. every single morning. After Yoongi promised him that it wasn't six in the morning, that it was actually seven-thirty a.m., Jimin finally rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
By eight o'clock, they were sitting in a large room that looked like an auditorium, equipped with uncomfortable chairs, a stage, and a large screen. A projector showed what looked like was going to be a slideshow titled, 'MARRIAGE BOOT CAMP: fall in love all over again.' The room was slowly filling up with couples of all ages, and Jimin suddenly became very self-conscious of the fact that they all looked married; holding hands, linking arms, light touches, it was a comfortability that you could pick up on. You would never suspect that their marriages were all falling apart.
As if he could read his mind, Yoongi leaned over and whispered, "They're all putting on a very lovey-dovey show for day one."
Jimin nodded but stilled when he felt Yoongi's arm slip around him and rest on his shoulder. He looked at him curiously. Yoongi caught his gaze. "I'm blending in," he quietly explained.
The realization of what they were still hadn't quite settled over Jimin yet. Yoongi was his husband. He was married. He was supposed to be deeply in love with Yoongi, perhaps having some issues, but he wasn't supposed to be a complete stranger to him. Ironically enough, their fight the night before had, in a way, brought them closer. A few walls had been broken down, and there was a new familiarity around their relationship.
"Hi! Can we sit here?"
Jimin glanced up to see a very cheerful looking male with black hair smiling down at him. "Ah, sure," he gestured to the seat next to him in a friendly manner. The male claimed the seat as Jimin took notice of the woman next to him. She was short, with dark hair and a cute smile.
"Hello," she introduced. "I'm May, this is my husband, Hoseok."
"It's nice to meet you," Jimin responded politely. "My name is Jimin and this," he turned towards Yoongi with a smile, "is my husband, Yoongi." It almost hurt how easily the word rolled off his tongue. Not 'Yoongi,' necessarily, but 'husband.' His entire life, Jimin had longed to call someone that, but not someone like Yoongi.
