Jikook: Marriage of Convenience

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Jungkook got off the bed suddenly, "I'll be right back," he stated walking through the bedroom door, leaving Jimin confused and conflicted. What just happened? Is he leaving me already? Fuck, I should have known this was too good to be true...

Jimin's eyes filled with tears as he hear doors shutting, he should have know this was too good to be true. A sober Jungkook couldn't love him or want him. Of course he disgusted him, of course he never truly wanted to be with him. What was he thinking that Jungkook would look past the fact he was a guy and not a female. Of course he really didn't want Jimin. He couldn't even last that long when Jungkook was giving him a blow job. He was such an idiot. Why would Jungkook really want anything to do with him. He was damaged goods and pregnant. He should have known better, he should have known this was too good to be true.

The tears that he held back when Jungkook walked out the door fell down his still blissed out face. His sobs were becoming louder as he tried to muffle them with his pillow. His body started shaking with each sob as he laid in a fetal position under the covers, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do now. He truly believed he wasn't worthy of his husband's love or his husband at all. Every self depreciating thought came crashing back down. All these months he had been able to keep them at bay, but he was far too emotional now.

He was sobbing so loudly he didn't hear the door open, or hear a concerned Jungkook rush to his side, "Jiminie baby, oh my god what's wrong. Baby please tell me what's wrong please!" Jungkook held his small husband in his arms rocking him while rubbing his back gently. "Kook? I- I thought you left me.." Jimin broke out in sobs again, his emotions were on overload. "Jimin, look at me," Jungkook said lifting his chin to make Jimin look straight at him, "I'm not going anywhere baby. Please dry your tears."

"When I said I love you I mean it. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to make up everything to you. I treated you like shit for so long. You deserve so much better. I should be the one crying because you don't want me anymore. Please baby, let me take care of you! Let me make you feel good. You taken care of me for so long, baby, it's your turn. Ok?" Jungkook says smiling at his husband. "I'm not going anywhere ever, you understand?" Sounding a little more stern to make Jimin realize he isn't joking or lying. Jimin starts smiling through his tears, "ok Kook, I'll give it a try. I'm just..." he looks down at his hands afraid of the truth he alone feels, "baby, what are you afraid of?"

Jimin looks up with new tears, "this! All of this. That you're here, that you actually love and want me. I don't want this to be a dream." Jungkook nods, "ill be by your side when you sleep," kiss on his chubby cheek, "when you wake," kiss on his forehead, "when you're happy," kiss on the other cheek, "when you're sad," kiss on his lips, "when you need me," kiss on his jaw, "when you're mad I got you pregnant," kiss near his ear, "when you're horny," kiss in the crook of his neck (making Jimin moan), "when you want cuddles," kiss on his nose. "You aren't getting rid of me Jimin. I looked for you for so long. I hired detectives and tried to trace credit cards, drove to Busan talked to your family, your extended family," he kissed him deeply on his pouty full lips, "Jimin I'm so in love with you, you're not getting rid of me. Do you understand?" He pleads with Jimin. Knowing words are just words, "baby, I'll do anything to make you believe me," he pulls Jimin into a tight hug.

Sniffling, Jimin looks up to his husband, "please make love to me Jungkook. Please show me you truly want me. Without alcohol, without the darkness." Jungkook smiles, biting his bottom lip, "ok baby. My Jiminie," he moans as he takes Jimin into his arms, "lay down," knowing Jimin is still undressed, his lips travel lightly from the crook of Jimin's neck, his collarbone which Jungkook has figured out is a trigger to make Jimin gasp and moan, and who can resist those lovely collarbones anyway?