Jimin's mind couldn't forget the colleges he had applied to with Jungkook a few weeks ago. Jungkook comforted him, telling him that any college would love to have him and that online colleges were easier to attend than physical universities.

Even as he sat beside his husband at a large dinner table, all he could think about was Jungkook. It didn't help that the man sat in front of him too.

Jungkook's lips, Jungkook's eyes, Jungkook's smile, Jungkook's hands, Jungkook's kisses and touches, Jungkook's smell, and Jungkook's laugh. Jimin felt pathetic. Did Jungkook feel like that about him? Did he constantly think about him? Dream about him? Did he watch his facial expressions and smile softly? Jimin knew he did and he hoped Jungkook felt the same.

Jimin turned his head to Namjoon as he animatedly spoke with the people around them at the table, everyone nodding and agreeing with huge smiles. His eyes slowly shifted to lock eyes with Taehyung who rolled his eyes. Jimin held back his giggle. He then looked at Yoongi—who sat beside Jungkook—as he listened intently to Namjoon. Finally, his eyes landed back on Jungkook.

Jungkook was looking at him.

Jimin smiled and looked down at his hands in his lap, taking a deep breath before looking back up. Jungkook wasn't looking at him this time, instead, he was looking at Yoongi as he spoke. Jimin's smile faltered and his heart ached but he knew they couldn't just stare at each other. Not with all of these people around. Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat and took a breath. His eyes widened and shot to look at Jungkook when he felt a shoe rub against his leg.

Jungkook didn't look at him but he kept rubbing his foot against Jimin's calf. Jimin grinned down at his hands again.

"What're you thinking about over there, Jimin?" A red-haired woman grinned from the seat adjacent to Jimin.

Everyone turned to him, Jungkook's foot dropped, and Jimin's head snapped up.

"Huh?"

"You're grinning," she giggled.

"Oh. You know, just, thinking."

"About?"

Jimin shrugged as his eyes drifted to look up at Namjoon. Everyone, thankfully, connected what Jimin was trying to lie about. Everyone gushed and cooed, except for Jungkook and Taehyung. Taehyung rolled his eyes and fought back a gag, while Jungkook just stared at Jimin blankly.

Jimin took a long swig from his white wine before reaching his leg out, rubbing against Jungkook's.

f.u.

Jimin felt bad and missed his boyfriend so, as usual, he appeared at his penthouse. Jungkook attacked him as soon as the door opened and before Jimin knew it, his clothes were on the ground and he was under Jungkook.

After that, Jungkook and Jimin lay in bed side by side, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin lazily turned his head to look at Jungkook's side profile.

"I'm hungry."

"I can order food."

"I wanted to cook. That's why I came. But before I could even take my shoes off, you were taking my pants off."

Jungkook shrugged as he sat up and stretched. "What were you gonna cook?"

"Breakfast for lunch. I even went shopping. That's what that bag was."

Jungkook leaned over and kissed Jimin, pulling back with a grin. "Get cleaned up and I'll set up the kitchen."

Jimin agreed as he watched Jungkook leave. He cleaned his body and the room before slipping his underwear back on and deciding to put on one of Jungkook's white button-up shirts. It was a little big on him. It covered his butt but stopped just above his midthigh. He tip-toed downstairs to find Jungkook setting up a couple of pans and bowls.

Jimin crept behind Jungkook and hugged him around his waist. He pressed his cheek against Jungkook's bareback, mentally grateful that Jungkook put his pants on before coming downstairs. Jungkook chuckled, grabbed one of Jimin's hands, and kissed it sweetly.

Jimin did most of the cooking. Mainly because he wanted to and wouldn't allow Jungkook to help. He'd allow Jungkook to try the food as he made it and cling to him like the clingy baby he was. While Jungkook was holding onto Jimin and singing along to the music Jimin put on from Jungkook's speaker, his intercom rang.

Jimin lifted a piece of bacon to Jungkook's lips, which he gratefully took before walking over to the intercom. He lazily clicked the button as he eyed Jimin, basking in the domestic feeling radiating off the man.

"Yeah?" He called around his mouth full of bacon.

"Open up!"

Jungkook paused as his eyes snapped to the screen of the intercom. There stood his mother, father, brother, and sister. His eyes snapped to Jimin whose eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Uh, okay! Hold on!"

"Son, we all used to change your diapers. We don't care how dirty your place is. Open up!" Amanda—Jungkook's mother—called over the intercom.

"Okay, but I'm naked!" Jungkook responded as he waved at Jimin to hurry and collect his things and rush upstairs.

"Just let us up and then get dressed. Jeez," Seokjin—Jungkook's brother—sighed.

"Fine," Jungkook grumbled as he allowed them and then rushed to help Jimin rush upstairs.

"Your entire fucking family, Jungkook!?" Jimin hissed as he rushed upstairs.

"I did not know they were coming!" Jungkook responded as he quickly prepared a plate for Jimin and skipped a few steps to get to him.

"We're in your house!" Jungho announced as the door slammed open and shut.

"Dick's still out! Be there in a second!" Jungkook called as he slammed the door shut behind him and Jimin. "Okay, I don't know how long they're gonna be here so, here, the food you prepared for us. I've got drinks in that mini fridge."

"When the fuck did you get a fridge in here?"

"Unimportant. Gotta go," Jungkook leaned forward and pecked Jimin's lips before rushing out of the room and back down the stairs.

Jimin sighed as he plopped down on Jungkook's bed and took a rough bite out of his bacon.

Fucking fantastic.

f.u.

Five hours.

Jungkook's family stayed for five hours.

Jimin was going crazy.

Finally, he heard the front door open and slam shut, followed by the sound of footsteps stomping up the stairs and to the door, and finally the door swung open.

"Well," Jungkook grinned. "This is fun."

"I hate you."

f.u.

Jungkook invited Jimin over again a few days later to make up for their interrupted lunch breakfast. Jimin agreed to come over if he promised not to touch his private parts. Jungkook sputtered over the phone but agreed.

"You know, you don't have to make me promise not to touch your, uh, 'private parts.' Just tell me no."

"I had to make you promise because if you touched me, I knew I would fold."

Jungkook snorted. "I like your outfit."

Jimin was wearing form-fitting black pants that were flared on the bottom and had cuts up his calf on the sides, as well as a white blouse with flared sleeves. Jimin grinned over his shoulder, twisting and turning his body to show off his outfit more.

They began cooking together, Jungkook teasing Jimin for finally allowing him to cook with him. They were cooking contently when Jungkook's intercom buzzed again. He jogged over and immediately groaned.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?" Jimin hummed as he coated the steak in the buttery flavorful juice in the pain.

"My fucking brother is here. Again!"

Jimin scoffed. "Uninterrupted, huh?"

Jungkook pressed the button to let him up with a scowl. "Once again, I didn't know."

"I'm not running back upstairs," Jimin hummed as he eyed Jungkook with his hands on his hips.

Before Jungkook could respond, the elevator doors slid open and Seokjin stepped in.

"Dad wanted—"

Seokjin stopped and gaped at Jimin. His eyes flickered from Jimin to Jungkook a few times.

"Um, Jungkook, can I... can I talk to you for a second?"

"Okay," Jungkook sighed as they walked into the common area.

Jimin could hear them.

"Jungkook."

"Yeah."

"Why is your business partner's husband in your house? Alone? Cooking?"

"We're friends."

"Friends?"

"Close friends."

"Jungkook... you aren't having an affair with a married man are you?"

Jimin almost fell over and dropped the pan as he did so.

"Jinnie, what the fuck dude? Why would you even ask me that?"

"It's just weird that—"

"I can't have friends now?"

"Your business partner's husband though? And at your place alone?"

"Who do you take me for, Seokjin?"

"I'm not so sure right now."

"It's not like I've ever done that before. What makes you think I'd do something like that?"

Jimin couldn't help the grin on his face because Jungkook was acting all defensive knowing damn well he was doing exactly what Seokjin was accusing him of.

"You don't mind if I stay then?"

"Actually, I do mind—"

"Jimin!" Seokjin jogged over to the kitchen with Jungkook shouting after him. "You don't mind if I stay, do you?"

Jungkook nodded his head vigorously behind Seokjin but Jimin just smiled and shook his head. "Not at all."

Jungkook groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

Seokjin watched as the two interacted. Jungkok helped Jimin set the table and Jimin avoided any sly touches from Jungkook like the plague.

"Don't do it," Jimin muttered.

"I didn't do anything."

"I know you were going to."

"Not with my brother here."

"Funny. I don't believe you." Jimin sidestepped Jungkook, noticing how close to his ass Jungkook's hand was.

Jimin sat in front of Seokjin while Jungkook sat at the head of the table. They ate quietly before Seokjin broke the silence.

"Jimin?"

"Mhm?"

"Does Namjoon know you're here?"

Jungkook paused. Jimin blinked before smiling at Seokjin.

"He doesn't keep tabs on me and I don't tell him everywhere I go. I told him I'd be going to a friend's house."

"Does he know the friend is Jungkook?"

"Does that matter?" Jimin laughed lightly.

"What's up with the interrogation, Jin?"

"Was just asking."

They ate some more and Seokjin asked some less interrogation-like questions before thanking them and taking his leave. Jimin sighed with his hands on his hips.

"I should leave too."

"No! We agreed to eat and cuddle. Our dinner was interrupted and we didn't even get to cuddle."

Jimin laughed as he squished Jungkook's face between his hands. "Big baby. What if your brother is down there waiting to see if I leave?"

"You will leave. Just not right now. I was promised cuddles."

Jimin giggled and squealed as Jungkook picked him up and they flopped onto the couch. Jungkook rested his head on Jimin's chest as Jimin rested on the couch. Jimin ran his fingers through Jungkook's hair as they watched the new movie Jungkook saw promotions for.

f.u.

The summer months were coming to an end and September had just begun when Jimin received a screenshot from Jungkook. An email.

—

Jungkook

???

wanna come with?

it's a business trip???

to the Bahamas!! 🥰🥰

why would i go with you on a business trip???

so you aren't alone!

what? is Namjoon gonna say no?

ur so annoying

well??

no, he's going to France for about the same amount of time you'll be in the Bahamas

😁😁😁

god, I can't stand you

—

And that was how Jimin found himself in first class sitting beside Jungkook. Jungkook was focused on the documents around him and the laptop in front of him. Jimin was slightly annoyed that he invited him on this trip yet he wouldn't even acknowledge him.

Other than when they met at the airport, Jungkook hadn't spoken much. A quick kiss and a "Hey, Baby. I missed you," before the man went quiet.

"Am I here just so you can fuck me when work gets too overwhelming?"

Jungkook stopped his typing and slowly turned to look at Jimin. His eyebrows slowly furrowed as he frowned.

"What?"

"Am I here just so you can fuck me whenever you want, Jungkook?"

Jungkook looked away with his face scrunched up as he looked around the plane. He looked back at Jimin and tucked his hands under his pits—arms across his chest.

"What're you talking about? Where is this coming from?"

Jimin shrugged. "You haven't talked to me since we got on the plane and it's been three hours now."

"I'm working, Min."

Jimin sighed as he turned his head to look out the window.

"Min."

Jimin shied away from Jungkook. Jungkook sighed before shaking his head, turning his attention back to his laptop.

"I don't know why you're trying to pick a fight," Jungkook mumbled as his fingers tapped against his keys.

"I'm not trying to pick anything," Jimin grumbled with his arms crossed. "Just what am I supposed to do while you're working?"

"Spa? See the sights? Whatever you want, Jimin. I didn't bring you out here to be some cockwarmer if that's what you're thinking. I just wanted to take you somewhere nice so you aren't just in your house."

Jimin turned to Jungkook and frowned. He leaned over and pressed a long kiss onto Jungkook's cheek.

"Thank you, Jungkook."

Jungkook hummed with a nod as he kept his focus on his work. Jimin was a little embarrassed by the small outburst and he wasn't sure what spurred it on. He just hoped he wouldn't have anymore.

f.u.

The trip was to last two weeks max. Within the first week, Jimin was left to his own devices and had barely seen Jungkook. It was weird not being in his presence the entire time. Whenever they spent time together they were always under each other.

Jimin thought about that as he painted outside on the balcony/outdoor area. He heard the door open followed by Jungkook's grunts and huffs.

He listened as Jungkook stomped around before the door to the balcony slid open completely. Hands wrapped around his shoulders and a kiss was pressed into his cheek. He didn't look up at Jungkook even as he moved to kiss in the conjunction between his neck and shoulder. He continued to add red to the flowers in his painting as he spoke.

"You want to have sex?"

Jungkook snorted. "I want to sleep." Jungkook pulled away from Jimin before sitting down to face him. "You're not some sex thing, Jimin. Would I like to have sex with you? Duh, obvious answer. But honest to God—"

"I'm not asking for you. I'm asking for me. I want to have sex. I've already comforted myself knowing you don't see me as a piece of ass, just like how I don't see you as just a dick. I'm asking because you've been working hard and tired but I wanna touch you. I want you to touch me."

Jungkook gnawed at his lip. "I've got another meeting early tomorrow," Jungkook grumbled as his eyes peeked down at Jimin's shirt where his chest was slightly exposed.

"I can be quick," Jimin purred as he crawled toward Jungkook.

"Yeah?" Jungkook whispered as his eyes hooded.

"Yeah," Jimin licked his teeth as he leaned forward and kissed Jungkook.

The kisses were noisy as their tongues slid against each other and their lips connected lazily.

"I know I made a deal out of you fucking your stress out using me but," Jimin licked Jungkook's tongue before pulling back, "I wouldn't mind at all."

"Fuck," Jungkook exhaled as he was dragged in by Jimin.

They got in the shower—more so for Jungkook than for Jimin—and Jungkook couldn't keep his hands to himself. They tumbled back into the bedroom and Jimin pushed Jungkook onto the bed. Jungkook bounced back up with his elbows holding him up. His eyes dragged down Jimin's naked body and he licked his teeth.

Jimin dropped to his knees and Jungkook's eyes bucked as he sat up. Jimin took a firm hold of Jungkook's dick and jerked it a few times.

"Oh, fuck! Wait—" Jungkook gasped as he grabbed Jimin's wrist. "What're you doing?"

"Blow job," Jimin answered simply as he looked up at Jungkook.

"We've never—?"

"You don't want me to?"

"No! No no no, that's not what I'm saying. Just... you're comfortable with that?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow at him and pursed his lips. "Jungkook, I'm married to a man. I've sucked a dick before."

"I know, just—"

"You shy or something?" Jimin teased as he slowly continued to stroke Jungkook's length.

"No..."

"Hmm," Jimin grinned as he slapped Jungkook's hand away and focused on jerking him off. His free hand rested on Jungkook's thigh.

Jimin gnawed at his lip as he took in Jungkook's body: strong thighs that flexed with each jerk of his wrist, his stomach clenched and unclenched as Jimin worked him up more, his arms flexed as well and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He gave the underside of Jungkook's dick and fat lick from the base to the tip. He did that a few times, his tongue flat against his dick, and as he came up he dug his tongue into Jungkook's slit. Jungkook's legs twitched as a long low moan left his throat.

Jimin wanted to pull more moans out of him.

He dug his tongue into his slit once more before circling his head with his tongue. He slowly engulfed Jungkook with his mouth, gagging a few times on the way down but mama didn't raise a quitter.

His hands rested on Jungkook's thighs as he quickened his pace. Quickly bobbing his head and moaning loudly against Jungkook's length.

"Fuuuuck, Min," Jungkook moaned as his fingers slid into Jimin's hair. He looked down and made eye contact with Jimin and felt like he could come at any second.

Jimin's eyes were sultry and glassy and his pretty lips were spread around his dick. What a magical sight.

Jimin pulled off and began jerking him off with his hand again, his tip still caught between his lips like a popsicle. Jungkook panted and moaned louder as Jimin quickened his pace and continued to attack his head with his tongue.

His body went taut as he came into Jimin's mouth, he didn't even have a chance to warn him before his body was wracked with waves of arousal and satisfaction.

He blinked his eyes open to see Jimin licking up any excess cum before he worked his hand again.

"Oh, oh, fuck! Min, wait!" Jungkook panted as he grabbed Jimin's wrist and pulled him up into his lap.

His dick hardened between them—which was Jimin's intention when jerking him off again—and he smothered Jimin's lips with his own.

"Should I return the favor?"

Jimin, still a little hazy from the kiss, mindlessly blinked at Jungkook. "Huh?"

Jungkook flipped them over and pinned Jimin down to the bed. He smirked up at Jimin as he slid down his body and situated himself between his thighs. Jimin sat up and pushed at his head.

"Oh my God, you do not have to do that—"

"Jimin," Jungkook laughed as he leaned up to kiss Jimin. "I've fucked my fair share of men, I've ate ass before," Jungkook taunted against Jimin's lips, using the same tone Jimin had used on him earlier.

He pushed Jimin back down before reaching for the lube on the table beside the bed. He poured some over Jimin's dick and let it drip down to his ass. He kissed Jimin messily as he made quick work with his fingers. He moved back down to add his tongue to his fingers. He then moved to just his tongue, his hands coming up to rest in the crease between Jimin's thigh and hip—holding him in place.

Jimin's hand found Jungkook's hair and his other hand grabbed onto the sheets above his head.

"Fuck-ah!" Jimin moaned as Jungkook buried his face further against him.

Jimin's grip on Jungkook's hair tightened as he began to rut against his tongue. Grinding down and rolling his hips in circles as he pushed Jungkook's face insanely closer. He moaned loudly as he turned his head to the side, moaning into his arm.

Jungkook moved his tongue faster, shoving as much of it into Jimin as possible. Jimin's back arched and his hand shot down to jerk himself off. Jungkook slapped his hand away as he pulled his tongue from Jimin's fluttering hole and then engulfed Jimin's dick with his mouth, his fingers replacing his tongue as he fingered Jimin.

He bobbed his head in time with his fingers and Jimin was shaking and whining as his thighs came close to clamping around Jungkook's head.

"Fuck! I'm cumming, Jungkook, I'm cumming!" Jimin cried as both of his hands clung to Jungkook's hair as he released his load into Jungkook's mouth.

Jungkook hummed around his length, pulling off with a lick and a kiss. He leaned back up and kissed Jimin before doing the same to Jimin as he had done to Jungkook. He jerked him until he got hard again.

Jimin tiredly wrapped his arms around Jungkook's shoulders as they lazily kissed and Jungkook slipped inside of him.

Jimin gasped and moaned as Jungkook fucked into him. Not too fast to be whorish but also not slow enough to be love making. Jimin would like to make love with Jungkook.

Wait. What?

"Ah!" Jimin gasped as his legs tightened around Jungkook's waist, still laying there and taking what Jungkook was giving him until he pulled out and finished on Jimin's stomach, coating him in both their semen.

"Why'd you—?" Jimin weakly sat up.

"No condom. You, my little vixen, distracted me so much that I forgot to put a damn condom on. That could've been dangerous," Jungkook grumbled as he got off the bed to get a towel.

Ah. Maybe that was why Jimin thought about love making. Jungkook was fucking him raw.

Let's not do that again any time soon... otherwise I might end up pregnant.

Jimin sighed as he ran a hand down his face as Jungkook came back into the room to wipe off his chest.

Once again, Jimin's painting was long forgotten.

f.u.

On the second to last day of Jungkook's business trip, they decided to go for a quiet night walk by the water. They were holding hands, thankful for no one around and hoping it stayed that way.

It was at the moment Jimin looked into Jungkook's eyes, kissed his cheek sweetly, and then turned to the water that Jungkook said it.

"Would you leave your husband for me?"

Jimin's small dropped and his eyes widened slightly as he halted his movements, his hand slipped from Jungkook's as he stared at the man's head. Jungkook turned around and shoved his hands into his pockets as he weakly smiled at Jimin.

They stared at each other for a moment and Jimin closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"Jungkook..."

"It's just, you know, you both cheated and it doesn't seem like you want to salvage your marriage."

"Jungkook, I—"

"It's okay!" Jungkook laughed as he walked over and held Jimin's face. "Just turn your brain off and be happy with me. That's all I need you to do," Jungkook smiled as he leaned forward and kissed Jimin.

He kissed him slowly and softly before pulling away, taking his hand, and guiding them back to their hotel. Jimin gnawed at his lip as he stared down at their intertwined hands.

God, Jimin felt horrible.

f.u.

Jimin felt like he had deja vu. Just like after the first time they had sex or the time after Jimin spent the night for the first time, they hadn't spoken in a couple of weeks. Jimin just felt so guilty after the sweet parting kiss and soft smile at the airport, his heart shattered after Jungkook left.

He remained home, surrounded by Namjoon and reminders of Jungkook. One day during the couple of weeks they were apart, Jimin lay in bed and scrolled through all the pictures he had of Jungkook and them together.

Toward the beginning of the third week, he caught Namjoon mentioning Jungkook wasn't well so he didn't arrive at the most recent meeting for a new product.

He had texted Jungkook a few times about it throughout the day but the man never responded. He hadn't even opened the messages.

That was why Jimin found himself at a store near Jungkook's place, buying medicine and ingredients for a hearty soup. He arrived at Jungkook's place, slightly nervous, as he toyed with his car keys. He buzzed up to Jungkook's apartment and was pleasantly surprised to see it allow him up.

As the elevator doors opened he frowned to see no one. However, somewhat quickly—though messily—Jungkook came stumbling into the common area.

"Jin, thank God. I need fucking Tylenol. This shit is so bad I can't fucking see—Jimin?"

Jungkook blinked as he held onto the counter as Jimin walked past him to place his bags on the other counter closer to the stove and fridge. Jimin rushed over to drag the back of his hand around Jungkook's face.

"How are you feeling?" Jimin frowned.

"No," Jungkook pulled his hand away from his face with a scowl. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

His chest ached as he pulled his hand away and walked over to the bag to pull out the different medicines he bought.

"I got medicine for headaches, nausea, and sore throats. I wasn't sure which one you were suffering with so—"

"Jimin, answer me."

"I also went and got ingredients to make you a soup. I wasn't sure what you had here, either," Jimin laughed slightly as he took everything out of the bag.

"You bailed on me."

Jimin paused but didn't look at Jungkook. "I... I didn't bail on you."

"Okay, fine," Jungkook grunted as he rubbed at his chest. "You fucking ghosted me. You went radio silent after we got back."

Jimin cleared his throat as he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and looked around the kitchen for a pot. "I was busy."

"Busy? Right. Doing what?"

"Just, you know, things."

"You can't keep doing this, Jimin. You can't keep disappearing and then popping up whenever it's convenient," Jungkook coughed as he dragged a hand down his face and leaned against the counter.

"This isn't convenient," Jimin sniffed as he grabbed a cutting board. "I'm here because I'm worried about you and I care about you."

"Why do you keep running, Jimin? Hmm? I'm getting a little pissed off and discouraged that you keep fucking doing this shit," Jungkook hissed.

Jimin spun around after slamming a pot down on the stove.

"This isn't fucking easy for me either! You're hard Jungkook! You're so fucking hard to deal with and to understand—"

Jungkook scoffed as he looked away and around at the kitchen ceiling. "I'm hard to deal with!? Are you fucking—"

"—I never thought my life would end up like this, Jungkook!" Jimin interrupted as he took a step toward Jungkook.

Jungkook cut his eyes at him as he crossed his arms over his chest and clenched his jaw. Jimin sighed as he wiped his eye with his hand, dragging it down his face. He looked up at Jungkook and wrapped his arms around himself.

"I never thought Namjoon would cheat on me and I never even entertained the idea I'd have a fucking secret boyfriend that works with him. Even in my wildest imagination I never thought this would happen to me."

"So, what? It's too much so you turn around and leave? What'd you come back for? The thrill? The dick?"

Jimin frowned as he felt his eyes water. "You're being an asshole right now, Jungkook," Jimin whispered.

"I'm sorry. I'm having to have this stupid fucking conversation with you and I feel like shit. I'm sorry I can't be the nicest right now."

Jimin sniffled as he watched Jungkook press onto his temples with his middle finger and thumb and let out a low groan.

"I like being with you, Jungkook," Jimin whispered. "But I can't leave my husband for you."

Jungkook nodded, still rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. "You love him?"

"Jungkook," Jimin pleaded.

"Just answer," Jungkook shook his head as he slid his hand down his neck, applying pressure as he did so.

"I don't know anymore. But that isn't why."

Jungkook sighed as he held the sides of his head between his two hands. He slumped slightly against the counter.

"I really like you, Jimin. I don't... I don't expect you to leave Namjoon. I can hope and wish I'd be able to be prideful that I get to be with you and hold you. But I never..." Jungkook groaned as he hunched forward slightly.

"Let me take care of you," Jimin rushed out as he hurried toward Jungkook.

"Jimin—"

"Please."

"Fine."

Jimin smiled weakly as he fed Jungkook the medicine for his headache and then Jimin had him lay on the couch and take a quick nap as he cooked. Jimin also took it upon himself to clean the apartment. The whole place smelled clean and of lemon once Jungkook had woken up.

Jimin sat in front of Jungkook as he lazily sipped at the soup. He hummed a few times, signaling to Jimin he enjoyed it. Jimin watched him with a slightly pained expression.

"Jungkook—"

Jungkook shook his head as he kept his eyes downcasted. Jungkook finished the soup and slowly stood up, his body swayed slightly and Jimin shot up to catch him. Jungkook steadied himself with the table before taking his bowl and spoon to the sink.

"I'll wash it."

Jungkook grunted as he raised his elbow slightly, keeping Jimin away as he cleaned the bowl and spoon, setting them down to dry.

"Thank you for the meds and the food. You can go now," Jungkook grumbled tiredly, rubbing at his eyes as he shuffled into the common area.

"No. I'm staying."

Jungkook grunted and moaned as he let his body collapse against the couch. He took in a few breaths.

"What for?" he hummed with his eyes closed.

"To take care of you."

"I'm an adult, Jimin. Besides, if I really wanted someone to take care of me, I'd call my mom."

"I want to take care of you, Jungkook."

Jungkook let his head loll to the side and locked eyes with Jimin.

"Fine."

Jimin rushed over and sat down beside Jungkook, patting his lap to insinuate he wanted Jungkook to lay there. Jungkook looked at his lap and then up at him.

"Even after I yelled at you?"

"You're sick," Jimin reasoned.

"What if I get you sick?"

"I'll be fine."

Jungkook grumbled but slowly lowered his head onto Jimin's lap. Jimin caressed his face and ran his fingers through Jungkook's hair.

"My birthday is on the first."

Jimin smiled down at Jungkook's relaxed face and rubbed his closed eyes with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed Jungkook's forehead a few times.

"Happy belated birthday, Kook."

They fell into silence before Jungkook turned his head and barely opened his eyes.

"When's your birthday?"

Jimin smiled and rubbed his cheek. "Next month. The 13th."

Jungkook hummed and nodded as he closed his eyes again and slowly fell asleep, the feeling of Jimin's hands in his hair and on his chest relaxes him.

Jimin stared straight ahead as he continued his ministrations.

Could I divorce Namjoon to be with Jungkook? Do I deserve that?

He looked down at Jungkook's sleeping face, his thumb gently rubbing against Jungkook's bottom lip.

Does he deserve that?

f.u.

When Jimin received his acceptance email, he screamed. Luckily no one was home but he feared the entire city heard him. He tripped over himself to grab his phone. He quickly dialed Jungkook's number and bounced excitedly as it rang.

"Baby?"

"Come over!"

"Right now?"

"Yes! Hurry!"

"Are you okay?" Jungkook huffed as he shuffled around on the other side of the phone.

"More than okay. Just hurry! See you when you get here," Jimin giggled as he hung up.

When Jungkook arrived Jimin dragged him upstairs and shoved his laptop in his face. Jungkook took a moment to read the email before his face lit up and he snapped his head to Jimin.

"You got in."

"I got in!"

Jungkook laughed as he tossed the laptop onto the bed and rushed forward to hug Jimin. He picked him up and spun him around as they laughed with each other. Jungkook dropped Jimin back onto his feet and held his face with a huge grin.

"You're gonna finally get your degree."

"I'm so excited, Kook."

"I'm excited for you, Min." Jungkook leaned forward and kissed Jimin sweetly. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Jimin whispered with a grin.