A few months had passed since Jimin and Rosalia started dating, and the romance between them had only grown stronger. The initial butterflies had transformed into a deep-rooted affection that made each day feel like a new adventure. Jimin continued to be the ever-green romantic, his efforts to make Rosalia feel cherished never waning.

Every chance he got, he would sweep her off her feet, quite literally. Whether it was after a long day or just to see her smile, he’d scoop her up into his arms, carrying her around the house or through the streets. Rosalia would giggle, her heart fluttering as she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, feeling both safe and adored.

“Jimin! You’re going to spoil me!” she would laugh, her cheeks flushed with happiness.

“Good,” he’d reply with a grin, his eyes sparkling. “You deserve to be spoiled. Plus, I love carrying you. It’s like having my own princess.”

The boys noticed this change in him, of course. During their meetings at the cafe or Jin’s club, it became a running joke. Whenever Jimin would suddenly get a message from Rosalia or receive a call, the teasing would begin.

“Look at him, folks! Jimin’s about to run off again! I bet he’s going to buy her another cute little gift!” Jungkook teased, laughing as Jimin stood up, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Hey! It’s for a good reason!” Jimin protested, trying to maintain his dignity. “She deserves the best!”

“Just admit it, man. You’re a total whipped puppy!” Taehyung chimed in, a mischievous smile on his lips.

“Yeah, a whipped puppy who buys fancy jewelry and dresses,” Jin added, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

Even Yoongi, usually the calm and composed one, couldn’t resist. “Next thing we know, you’ll be serenading her in public,” he said dryly, which only made the others laugh harder.

Despite their teasing, Jimin couldn’t care less. He enjoyed making Rosalia happy more than anything else in the world. He had never been one to shy away from affection, but with Rosalia, it felt different—natural, effortless, and fulfilling.

One sunny afternoon, Jimin decided to surprise Rosalia with a picnic. He meticulously planned the whole thing, preparing her favorite foods—fresh fruits, homemade sandwiches, and a bottle of her favorite sparkling lemonade. He packed it all into a basket, making sure to include a cozy blanket and a small Bluetooth speaker for music.

As he arrived at her apartment, he knocked on the door with a wide grin. When Rosalia opened the door, her eyes lit up, and he felt a rush of warmth at the sight of her. She was wearing a light sundress that flowed beautifully with the breeze, her hair cascading down her shoulders.

“Jimin! What’s all this?” she asked, her excitement evident as she glanced at the picnic basket.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, stepping in and setting the basket down on her kitchen table. “I thought we could have a little picnic at the park.”

She beamed at him, and he felt as though his heart might burst. “That sounds amazing! Let me grab a few things,” she said, darting back to her room to grab a hat and some sunscreen.

As they walked hand in hand to the park, Jimin couldn’t help but steal glances at her, marveling at how happy she looked. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow around them.

Once they arrived at the park, Jimin laid out the blanket beneath a large oak tree, ensuring it was in a cozy, shaded spot. Rosalia watched him, a playful smile on her lips.

“You really went all out today, didn’t you?” she teased, settling down on the blanket.

Jimin shrugged, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”

As they ate, they talked and laughed, sharing stories and memories. Jimin made her laugh with his exaggerated tales about his childhood, and Rosalia retaliated with embarrassing stories of her own, causing them both to dissolve into fits of laughter.

“Okay, okay! So I was in this school play, right?” Rosalia began, wiping a tear from her eye. “I was supposed to be a tree, but I tripped on my costume and fell right off the stage!”

“No way!” Jimin exclaimed, doubling over with laughter. “You were a tree? I can’t believe I’m dating a former tree!”

Rosalia playfully swatted at him, her cheeks flushed with laughter. “Hey, it was an important role! Trees are vital to our ecosystem!”

After their meal, Jimin leaned back against the tree, pulling Rosalia into his side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she sighed contentedly, resting her head against him.

“This is perfect,” she murmured, looking up at him with her beautiful, sparkling eyes.

“Just like you,” he replied, his voice soft.

They listened to the sounds of the park—the laughter of children playing, the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the distant sound of music from a nearby festival. Jimin took a moment to appreciate how peaceful and right everything felt.

As they relaxed, the conversation shifted to their future, and Jimin felt a surge of determination. “Rosalia, I’ve been thinking—” he began, his tone serious.

“What is it?” she asked, turning to face him, her expression attentive.

“I want to make more memories with you. I want to travel together, explore new places, and just enjoy life. You make everything better, and I can’t imagine my life without you,” he confessed, his heart racing.

Rosalia’s eyes widened slightly, and a smile spread across her face. “That sounds incredible, Jimin! I would love that.”

“Great! We should start planning a trip,” he suggested enthusiastically.

“Let’s do it!” she agreed, her excitement infectious.

Just then, Jimin’s phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting their moment. He pulled it out to see a message from Jin, teasing him about his picnic plans. He chuckled, showing Rosalia the message.

“See? They can’t help but tease me,” he said, shaking his head with a smile.

“They’re just jealous,” Rosalia replied playfully. “But honestly, Jimin, you’re amazing. I love that you put so much effort into everything.”

“It’s because you’re worth it,” he said, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.

As they packed up to leave, Jimin felt a sense of fulfillment wash over him. They walked back hand in hand, stealing kisses and laughing, completely lost in their little world.

Later that evening, they returned to Jimin’s place, where he had one more surprise for her. He led her into his living room, which was dimly lit with candles flickering softly.

“What is this?” Rosalia asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I thought we could have a cozy movie night,” he said, gesturing to the snacks he had prepared—popcorn, candy, and a selection of her favorite movies stacked neatly on the table.

“Oh my gosh, Jimin! This is so cute!” she exclaimed, clearly touched. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“I just want you to be happy,” he replied, beaming at her.

As they settled in for their movie marathon, Jimin wrapped his arm around Rosalia, pulling her close. They laughed, gasped, and enjoyed each other’s company, the bond between them growing deeper with each passing moment.

The boys’ teasing didn’t bother him at all. Jimin was proud to be the romantic partner he had always wanted to be, and he was grateful for every moment they shared. As he looked down at Rosalia, snuggled against him with a smile on her face, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

With her by his side, life was beautiful, and he was ready to face whatever challenges came their way—together.