The hand intertwined with Jungkook's own is impatient, leading him through narrow rows of booths and tents.

Jungkook follows gladly, keeping the umbrella above them as best he can– it leaves him in the open air more often then he'd prefer with Yoongi walking so excitedly, leading him along– as the clouds drizzle from above.

His shoulders are damp, his hair too, but he doesn't mind.

Not when Yoongi looks back, flashing him a smile that's impossible for him not to return.

Despite the weather the market is rather busy.

Not that it's pouring rain, but it could be considered steady enough to be a nuisance.

Jungkook from just a short time ago would have seen it that way, likely being inside on a day like today instead of out in the thick of it, weathering the bad- well, weather.

He never used to associate rain with anything good.

He didn't like how the sky would get dark and gloomy.

He thought it annoying, the sight of grey clouds rolling over the city serving as a warning that he would need to find shelter from the impending showers.

He affiliated rain with cold bones and damp clothes.

With the feeling of dread when he would feel the first drops fall on the top of his head and he had no umbrella.

He'd found rain to be just that. Days to be dreaded.

That all changed when he met Yoongi.

For someone who is forever cold the man loved seeing the sun duck behind large, shadowed clouds.

He'd gladly explained the appeal to Jungkook when the younger pointed out how Yoongi somehow seemed to relax at the sound of pounding drops accompanied by the occasional roll of thunder.

"It provides a natural rhythm that the world seems to stand still to listen to." Yoongi had smiled. "To me, time slows down during the downpours. Time slows down and the world takes a cleansing breath, readying for a fresh start. A new beginning. Why wouldn't I find that peaceful?"

One month it had been since that day, two since they'd first met, and although the weather had warmed up since– more clear skies above than before as the weather toggles between too warm for a sweater and too cold for something lighter than a lined coat– Jungkook finds himself missing the rain.

It's strange how meeting someone and hearing their opposing view on something as mundane as the weather can change your perception of life itself.

A lot of things have changed for Jungkook since he'd met Yoongi. All of which have been like a sort of awakening.

Yoongi is wise beyond his years.

Calm where Jungkook can be jittery.

Grounding while Jungkook tends to fly a little too close to the sun, planning where he'll be flying to once he's up in the clouds instead of thinking about what it will take to get up there.

They are similar yet so different, something Jungkook had never realized he'd wanted– needed– in a partner.

And that's what this has become; a need to have Yoongi by his side. To have him close and within reach.

Always within reach.

"Oh!" Jungkook hears Yoongi voice in wonder before his name is called, drawing Jungkook's attention back to the present.

"Have you ever had caramelized pears, Kookie?" Yoongi asks, lifting a single pear with his free hand, inspecting the fruit.

He keeps the other holding Jungkook's.

(Yoongi likes Jungkook to be within reach as well. He's told him so.)

"I haven't but it sounds delicious," Jungkook smiles lightly, leaning to brush his lips against Yoongi's temple.

Yoongi smiles up at him, placing a peck just under his jaw before waving over the vendor to purchase enough fruit for the dessert.

After the pears have been bagged and paid for, Yoongi adds it to the larger sack containing the goods they'd previously purchased. The one that's slung over his shoulder.

After that's been tucked away, Yoongi lets slip a content sigh, tucking himself against Jungkook's side.

"Thank you for coming with me today," he leans his head against Jungkook's shoulder as they strole leisurely on their way.

"I know it's not the best weather today-" he begins but Jungkook stops him.

"Who said the weather isn't perfect for a trip to the market?" Jungkook inquires with a smile. "Not me."

"Since when do you like rain?" Yoongi chuckles, head tilted to look at Jungkook.

"Since I met you," Jungkook answers, giving Yoongi's hand a light squeeze.

.......

The first time Jungkook told Yoongi he loved him wasn't all that special. At least, not compared to how Jungkook thought it would be.

It happened just one week after they'd gone to the market that rainy day and it was rather unexpected.

Jungkook was a sucker for romance and he'd planned on making a grand, profound declaration in an intimate setting, maybe even getting Yoongi to cry happy tears, or at least tear up, but it didn't happen that way.

They'd been out on a date, something they had started to do pretty steadily since they'd first met.

Jungkook likes to date. Likes to spend time with and get to know someone.

The only reason he'd gone to the bar the night he'd met Jimin was because he had just ended a date with yet another person who he'd had no real connection with.

(Jungkook doesn't usually have one night stands. It was very out of character for him and he'd been so ashamed that those are the circumstances under which they'd met, but Yoongi had assured him time and time again that he wouldn't change a thing about the day or the way they met.)

It was the sixth– seventh maybe– date he'd gone on over the course of a couple of months and they had all been one disappointment after the other.

No connection. No sparks. Nothing.

Not like it was with Yoongi.

Sparklers, fire crackers, the world around him lit with colors Jungkook didn't even realize he hadn't seen before.

Dating Yoongi was perfect.

Yoongi had picked the place that star filled, clear skied night– a tent among those in the farmers market he swore had the best sushi in the city– and although Jungkook was a little hesitant when they'd walked up to the shabby looking tent he'd smiled in agreement, ready to try anything if it was with Yoongi.

Even sushi from a food stand being sheltered by a frayed, fragile looking canvas cover.

He trusted him because if there was anything Jungkook had picked up on early into meeting Min Yoongi it was that food was a sort of love language for him.

He loved to cook for those he cared about as well as loved watching them eating well and enjoying food even if Yoongi didn't make it.

Luckily, food was a love language for Jungkook as well.

Eating it, that is.

Not to say he was a bad cook, he was fine, but he preferred to eat what was cooked in exchange for dish duty after the meal.

He and Yoongi were sat at one of the few rickety wooden tables close to the stand with barely room enough for their two plates and bowls of food when he'd let the confession slip.

They had their chopsticks in hand, sushi rolls divided between their plates, small bowls of rice in front of them and for once, Jungkook found himself paying more attention to Yoongi than the food in front of him.

Yoongi was right. The few bites Jungkook had were fantastic, but he could hardly focus on the food with Yoongi across from him.

He looked so content. So happy over something as simple as small, hand rolled balls of tuna and yellowtail sashimi.

It was so incredibly cute. Yoongi was cute. Is cute.

Jungkook admired him openly as Yoongi ate bite after bite of his food, happily taking mouth fulls of his rice and eyeing the sushi appreciatively before popping the small portions into his mouth.

The way his cheeks puffed out, how he hummed in content was precious, completely melting Jungkook.

(Months later Jungkook still would be unsure what about that moment caused him to let the words slip, but something– some sort of magic– swirled in the air around them and the words came out.)

"I love you."

Yoongi had just taken a large bite of rice so he quickly chewed it up before swallowing it down.

He coughed a little, needing to take a hasty sip of his water, eyes never leaving Jungkook.

When his breathing was mostly under control, he asked Jungkook to repeat what he'd said.

"I love you," Jungkook said again, fond smile on his lips.

To Jungkook's surprise, Yoongi did tear up a bit, his eyes sparkling brilliantly in the dim fairy lights strung overhead in the canopy they were sat under. Just a little.

He stayed quiet for a long moment and if it weren't for the smile lighting up his face, Jungkook would have been nervous that Yoongi was pausing to figure out how to delicately give Jungkook the "I like you as a friend" speech.

Instead, he'd said it back.

He said it back and after that, saying it was easy.

.......

Saying I love you was especially easy the day Jungkook proposed.

It happened fourteen months from the day they'd met and this time it was romantic. Everything Jungkook had hoped it would be.

They were sat in the very kitchen they'd shared their first meal together.

(Jimin had moved out months ago at this point so that Jungkook could move in.)

On this particular morning, Jungkook was the first to wake up.

He'd made sure to be up before Yoongi, which was especially hard that day because of course the clouds had rolled in to cover the morning sky over night, making Yoongi eager to take in the beauty of the way the world shifted and breathed with the muted sunrise.

To Jungkook's relief, Yoongi hadn't even thought twice when Jungkook suggested he go on a walk to take in the weather while he stayed behind to make them breakfast.

As soon as Yoongi left, he'd called on Jimin and Hoseok– they had been on stand-by, waiting for Jungkook's call– to come and help him ready the apartment.

Every window previously covered by curtains had their coverings pushed aside so the dimmed cityscape could be seen.

Petals of Yoongi's favorite flowers, orchids, as well as electric candles lined a pathway to where Jungkook was stood in front of lighted letters that spelled out Marry Me as soft music played in the background.

Jungkook knew the preferred route Yoongi took when he went on short walks around the neighborhood.

He knew approximately how much time they'd had to set everything up, and luckily his assumption was right.

Yoongi returned minutes after their friends  had gone– the two leaving unseen– so he was completely taken by surprise when he stepped again into the apartment, the space being completely transformed.

Jungkook was stood a couple of meters away directly across from the door so besides the candle lit path leading to him, he was the first thing Yoongi saw.

Yoongi dropped his umbrella to the floor with a wet plop and– without removing his damp shoes or his windbreaker– followed the path to Jungkook, sputtering incoherently as he attempted to process the scene.

Jungkook watched with bated breath as Yoongi approached, trying his best to keep his tears at bay as well as his emotions from spilling out of him incoherently.

When he was closer, Jungkook reached for Yoongi's hand as he dropped to one knee.

Yoongi peered between Jungkook and the box he was holding in his other hand, nearly every emotion passing over his expression before it settled on stunned.

"Kookie... what are you doing?" he breathed, voice quiet as if he was worried speaking any louder would spook Jungkook.

Jungkook had given a sort of speech not far off from the one he'd been rehearsing in his head for the past three weeks since purchasing the ring.

They were good the things he'd said, beautiful and poetic– likely terribly cheesy as well– but genuine and full of truth.

Later that same night, after calling their friends and loved ones to share the happy news of their engagement, he couldn't for the life of him remember a thing he'd said.

What he did remember was the feeling.

The overwhelming butterflies batting their wings wildly not only in his stomach but in his chest.

His whole body being on edge, knowing but at the same time still having enough insecurity to need to grasp for a little hope that Yoongi would accept his heartfelt confession of love and devotion.

That he would accept Jungkook as a husband.

He did and almost in tandem with the drops that pattered against the windows, their tears began to fall.

The happiest of tears.

.......

It rained the day of their wedding and although some would think it a bad sign– a bad beginning– to Jungkook and Yoongi, it was the best sign they could have received.

A sign that they would be together through many more storms and drizzles, gladly standing side by side, enjoying the peace, purity and serendipity the showers bring with them together, as husbands.

End Note:

First and foremost, thank you for reading!

This story was written in collaboration with my friend kookgitaebae 💜💜

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