kkyu

word count: 2250 (+ 4 pics)

tags: rich/ poor trope | angst | slight nsfw | heartbreak | happy ending | tears and kisses uhuhu

synopsis: love, it seemed, wasn't enough. it never had been.

"i hope you find happiness."

———

jimin and jungkook knew their relationship had its challenges. jimin, coming from a rich family, aims to be a painter and jungkook, coming from a poor family, dreams to be a singer. while jungkook spends his day serving and performing in every little place and dirty clubs he can just to afford three meals a day, jimin spends his time at luxuries museums, learning about art and all that there is to it.

they met at a club. jungkook was performing that day and jimin badly needed a drink, something to help him let off steam. jungkook served jimin his drinks, jimin’s eyes instantly latching on the way the first three buttons of jungkook's shirt were undone, barely hiding the large muscular chest under it, a sheen layer of sweat making his body glow under the cheap neon lights.

jimin caught jungkook's eyes too, practically glowing among the crowd, carrying the rich-boy aura that contrasted with the club scene. blonde hair like a halo around him, smelling like a scent jungkook remembers when he walked past a luxury cologne store a few days ago. the man was made of money. it was evident in his accessories, in the rolex that adorned his delicate wrist.

none of them knew how they reached there, but they soon found themselves in one of the toilet stalls, messily making out, ripping away each other's clothes, breathing into each other.

then the next week, jungkook was being wined and dined in a restaurant he could only dream eating at. when it was time to pay, jimin didn't even look at the bill, just signed the cheque with a beautiful smile.

that day they kissed in his porsche before jimin dropped him home.

the week after that, they had a little picnic by the han river, eating kimbap and sandwiches that jungkook made. jimin said it was better than any high-end cuisine. and the stars in his eyes convinced jungkook he was saying the truth.

they had sex in jungkook's matchbox of an apartment that night, jungkook not ready to let go just yet.

and then, they were just dating.

they didn't confess their feelings, they didn't ask the other out, but it was there. in the ways they touched, in the way they looked at each other, in their texts, in their kisses, it was there. love.

they faced tough times, but jimin assured jungkook not to worry because their love would overcome everything. jimin insisted that their love was the most important thing, and jungkook believed him. how could he not, with jimin looking at him with those crescent eyes and a reassuring smile?

after a whole month of no communication, which was odd since jimin used to text him every second, jungkook received an envelope. he recognized the lipstick print on it, seen everywhere on billboards, magazines, and youtube ads.

opening it confirmed his suspicion – an invitation to jimin's wedding. jimin was marrying han iseul, the ambassador of a popular makeup brand, the girl jimin's family had eyed for a while.

jungkook scoffs at the irony.

love, it seemed, wasn't enough. it never had been.

he attends the wedding, of course. how could he not? he was invited — with a lipstick print that probably cost more than all of his earnings. wearing the suit from his first date with jimin (the only presentable one he owns), he holds back tears as he watches the bride and the groom, well his ex-boyfriend now, exchange vows.

jimin's face shows no emotion, reading vows off a paper with an emotionless voice. his eyes are red, probably from crying a lot. everyone cries before their wedding day, right? during iseul's vows, jimin's eyes scan through the crowd and meet jungkook's. they widen briefly before a tear rolls down his face, quickly wiped away by the bride with a giggle. jungkook looks away.

"you may kiss," the officiant says, but jungkook can't bear to watch. feeling dizzy, like he might throw up, he turns away from the soon-to-be couple and walks out without looking back. jimin promised him a love to last forever. but promises have always meant to be broken, right?

as jimin says goodbye to the last guests, he finally drops the fake smile from his face. his eyes quickly find the table where jungkook was sitting, curious about who invited him.

he doesn't have to wonder for long as someone approaches, linking arms with him.

"can't believe he came," iseul says, giving jimin a peck on the cheek.

"why'd you invite him, seul-ah?" jimin sounds tired, even to himself, drained.

"to put him in his place," iseul giggles, "it was amusing to see him leave. he even left you a gift." she hands him a paper bag.

jimin handles the bag gently, not wanting to damage what might be the last remnant of his one true love.

inside he finds a box containing several polaroids of jimin and them together. he looks at each one, reliving the moments jungkook captured. some are of them kissing and some even more intimate, making iseul gasp beside him.

they had planned to hang those polaroids on fairy lights when they moved in together.

beneath the polaroids lies a beautiful silver ring with a sun design.

"looks cheap," iseul scoffs, "the guy must've been broke, huh? read what the note says."

only then does jimin notice the note.

"was going to propose with this, hyung," the note reads, "i hope you find happiness."

jungkook groans when someone knocks on his door. he just attended his ex’s wedding for fuck’s sake! can't he even bawl in peace?

he doesn't believe his eyes and thinks it's the alcohol when he opens the door and sees jimin.

jimin's heart breaks as soon as he looks at jungkook. the younger is clearly drunk, still dressed in the suit he wore in the morning at jimin's wedding, streaks of dry tears stained on his cheeks.

"oh, baby," jimin thinks, and without thinking for a second longer, kisses jungkook.

he kisses jungkook hard, pouring all his apologies and promises into the space between their mouths, if there was any.

the younger resists at first, pushing at his chest, pulling his hair but jimin pushes him against a wall and continues to kiss. until soft sobs reach his ears.

he pulls back immediately, scared that might have hurt jungkook.

"im sorry," jimin whispers, now realising that might have gotten a bit carried away. "im sorry, baby, i was too rough wasn't i? im so sorry." he gently tucks jungkook's hair behind his ear, flinching when jungkook pushes his hand away.

"we can't do this," the younger sobs, stepping back, "you're married, hyung, we can't do this."

jimin sighs in relief. he thought he had hurt him.

jungkook looks up in disbelief when he hears jimin giggle. "you think this is funny?" he asks, big teary eyes looking straight into jimin's and eyebrows furrowed. jimin giggles again, pulling him closer.

“you don't have to worry about that,” jimin smiles, wiping jungkook's tears away, “we broke it off.”

“broke what off?”

“the marriage, baby,” jimin pecks jungkook's cute frown.

“so you're mine again?”

“i've always been yours, little love,” jimin pecks him again, this time longer, “haven't i?”

jungkook's eyes go wide, “so you're divorced now?”

“that’ll take some time, i think,” jimin thinks, frowning when jungkook frowns, “why? divorced men are not your type?”

“you're my type,” jungkook says in an instant. jimin giggles again, pulling him for another kiss.

“you must've been hurt, huh, baby?” he whispers, wrapping jungkook in a hug, “hyung is so sorry.”

“you must've had some reason,” jungkook says, hugging him back.

jimin nods, sighing deeply. he's grateful for jungkook's understanding.

“i'll explain everything to you later, hmm? for now…” he pulls back from the hug, grinning widely, “…pack your bags. we have a flight to catch in two hours.”

jungkook gives him a confused look, prompting jimin to laugh.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

“i'm taking you to tokyo,” jimin answers casually, as if he's doing something as simple as getting him a coffee.

“hyung, no!” jungkook steps back, “tok—what for!?”

“i'm going to be hiding away from my parents for a bit until iseul convinces them that there are worse things than liking men.”

jungkook giggles, “there's nothing worse than liking men, hyung.”

“that's true, hmm?” jimin hums in acknowledgment, “then, until iseul convinces my parents that there are worse things than being gay.”

jungkook kisses him, “that's better.”

“you are in love with a man though, baby” jimin teases, smiling when jungkook smiles against his lips.

“i guess you're a bit more tolerable than the rest of them.” jungkook says, pulling back from the kiss and stepping back.

“i came back for you.” jimin pouts, “i think im a lot more than ‘tolerable’.”

“you're so much more than tolerable, chicky.” jungkook smiles, “i can't believe you left your billionaire wife for me.”

“first, she isn't my wife. i don't even know that woman.” jimin scolds, “second, you told me to find happiness. so i came to you. you're it, jungkook-ah, you're my happiness. my everything.”

“thankyou, hyungie.” jungkook sniffles into jimin’s neck. “i love you.”

“and i saw you wrote me a song, hm?” jimin says, playfully raising an eyebrow. jungkook immediately blushes.

“it wasn't for you,” the younger insists.

“ah, the song with a cover featuring a picture of our hands in the background, and the name of the song written in my handwriting wasn't for me?” jimin nods, “you're right, love. that doesn't sound so convincing.”

“stop it,” jungkook pouts, “you're so mean.”

“also, you copied my handwriting,” jimin's scolding tone returns, “i'm gonna sue you for it.”

“you can do that?”

“i'll find a way,” jimin smiles. jungkook laughs.

“‘hate you’ is beautiful, just like the rest of your songs. also, congratulations, baby,” jimin kisses him, “the song reached #1 on soundcloud. you also have a million followers now.”

“wait, what?” jungkook gasps in disbelief, “how do you even know? when did you even listen to it?”

“did you forget me and y᥆᥆ngι hyung were your only followers?” jimin giggles, “i listened to it on my way here. why do you think i kissed you like that?”

“one mill—oh my god, hyung!” jungkook squeals, the excitement of the achievement finally hitting him.

“i know, baby, i know,” jimin nods, “let's celebrate in tokyo! my love’s first hit, and for many more to come.”

“i gotta go pack my whole wardrobe – all four sets of clothes,” jimin chuckles and nods, letting jungkook go after one last kiss.

“and don't forget the billion underwear?” jimin teases, laughter in the air.

“of course, the billion underwear, hyung,” jungkook confirms, both sharing a laugh.

“hold on, jungkook-ah,” jungkook turns back, instantly tearing up as he sees what jimin is up to.

“come here,” jimin laughs, wiping his own tears as jungkook begins to sob.

“hyung,” jungkook sobs, embracing jimin.

“won't you put it on me?” jimin giggles wetly, stepping back from the hug and placing the ring jungkook gave him in his palm.

“i do have high standards, you know,” jimin wipes away jungkook's tears and steps back, “i want a proper proposal.”

“in my apartment?” jungkook chuckles.

“i honestly can't think of a better place, love.” jimin smiles.

“jiminie hyung,” jungkook smiles, lowering to one knee, “stop crying, oh my god,” he giggles, his own voice trembling.

“i don't have big words, hyung, but i knew from the moment i met you that my heart chose you,” he giggles and wipes at his tears, looking at the elder who’s full-on bawling, “from our first date at that fancy restaurant to our little fights, i know i want to spend every second with you. even if we're just sitting in silence, i want to be with you.” he gestures to jimin to come forward. the elder does so with another sob.

“i promise to keep you happy, hyung.” jungkook doesn't know how he isn't crying yet, “i promise to wipe away your tears, to laugh along with you, and to cherish each one of your smiles. even when life challenges us, i promise to stay with you.”

“so, "jiminie hyung, can i spend my life making you as happy as you've made me?" jungkook asks, a tender smile on his face.

"jungkook-ah," jimin sobs, moving closer.

"will you marry me, park jimin?" jungkook's voice wavers, and he chuckles when jimin simply nods, pushing his hand into jungkook's.

"a hundred times," jimin kisses him. "i'll marry you a hundred times and more."

"i know i dont have much to my name, baby but i promise," jungkook slips the ring onto jimin’s finger, gently caressing it with his thumb, "i'll keep you happy. i promise."

"me too," jimin smiles through tears. "i'll keep you so happy, too. buy you your favorite clothes in every color available, let you steal my food, let you copy me."

"we're gonna have a beautiful house, baby," jimin kisses jungkook. "we'll get a dog, a hamster, a rabbit, a cat, we're going to decorate every room with pictures of us, we're going to go on romantic dates and make all your anime and kdrama dreams come true—everything we want. we're going to be so happy. together."

love might not be enough, they know that, but as they continue kissing through tears on jungkook’s living room floor, jungkook can't help but believe they could be the exception.

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word count: 2,618 (+ 17 pictures)

tags: mafia setting | fluff | funny | kissing | angst | mild violence | mentions of death/ dying

synopsis: rookie mafia ȷk has been assigned the task to kidnap the prime minister's son. but instead of focusing on his job being done safely, the baby mafia is more worried about not hurting his captive.

“are you okay?”

———

midway down a dark road, jungkook can't seem to shake his worry. he pulls the car over and pops the trunk, revealing jimin inside, who seems surprisingly comfortable for someone in his predicament.

"oh, i thought you'd be unconscious," jungkook gasps, genuinely surprised by jimin's calm demeanour.

jimin simply shrugs.

jungkook pouts, "i was instructed to hit you on the head to knock you unconscious, but i thought it'd hurt."

"i know you used chloroform. thank you," jimin adds, offering a warm smile. "but maybe you didn't put enough."

jungkook hums thoughtfully.

"are you good? you look worried," jimin asks, breaking the expected script of a kidnapping. jungkook finds himself nodding and managing a smile.

"i'm okay, thank you," jungkook replies, and jimin smiles back, their unexpected connection deepening.

"the ropes aren't too tight, are they?" jungkook inquires.

jimin is taken aback by his kidnapper's consideration. "the ropes?" he shakes his head. "no, they're fine, thank you."

jungkook nods and smiles again, his big eyes and cute dimples softening jimin's heart.

"would you want to maybe come sit in the front? with me?" jungkook surprises jimin with another unconventional offer.

"i saw in movies how they put the hostage in the trunk, so i wanted to do it too to be badass," jungkook pouts. "but i know it's scary and dark."

"yeah," jimin agrees, "it's kind of uncomfortable."

"okay, come," jungkook extends a hand, momentarily forgetting that jimin's hands are tied behind his back. he chuckles and then leans closer to jimin while helping him, causing jimin to catch a whiff of jungkook's enticing scent.

as they continue their drive, jungkook's curiosity gets the better of him. "why are you not putting up a fight?" he asks, genuinely intrigued.

jimin sighs, looking out the window. "i hate my parents and my life," he admits. "i want to get away from the lifestyle my dad wants me to have – do this, don't do that, don't go there, don't talk to them, eat this... i'm tired of all that bullshit."

jungkook hums in understanding, and they share a knowing smile.

"i'm jimin," he introduces himself, turning fully toward jungkook.

"everybody knows you, jimin-ssi. i'm ju— oh, they told me not to tell you my name," jungkook smiles. "you can call me jk."

their drive continues in an oddly comfortable silence for a kidnapper and hostage. as they pass by several shops, jungkook notices jimin's lingering gaze on a food shop.

"what do you want? i'll get it for you." he asks.

jimin would never believe a kidnapper would ever buy food for their hostage, but here he is, sitting in jungkook's car, slurping away cup noodles and sipping sprite, their peculiar connection growing more comfortable by the minute.

———

yoongi, the leader, couldn't believe his eyes as he watches jimin walk into their hideout, completely at ease, as if strolling through a park.

"jk is parking the car," jimin says with a sweet smile. just as he speaks, jungkook appears behind him, beaming with pride.

"i told you to rough him up, jk-ah," yoongi says, still in disbelief. "i knocked him out with chloroform," jungkook whines with a pout.

"we need to send a video to his parents, and he needs to look beaten and battered," yoongi explains, making jungkook gasps.

"maybe we can use makeup?" jimin suggests.

that's how jungkook and jimin find themselves in the restroom. jimin perched on the counter while jungkook expertly applies makeup. as jungkook gazes closely at jimin, he can't help but be captivated by his elegant and stunning features under the harsh fluorescent lights. he forces himself to concentrate on his captive's makeup, reminding himself of the situation's gravity. meanwhile, jimin keeps his eyes shut, not wanting to get lost in jungkook's galaxy-like eyes and gentle touches.

"i've been kidnapped, appa," jimin feigns sobs, coughing up fake blood for added drama. "these people... they demand..." he trails off, making the mistake of glancing to the side instead of at the camera, catching jungkook looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky. "wait, i forgot what to say," jimin admits.

yoongi's patience wear thin. he groans in exasperation, growing tired of the delay. jungkook, kneels beside jimin, carefully touching up the makeup that had smudged due to the fake tears and fake blood, ensuring that jimin appeared convincingly battered.

then, with a sudden and chilling seriousness, yoongi presses his gυn against jimin's temple. the abrupt sensation makes jimin flinch, his discomfort palpable. jungkook frowns as he sees jimin's discomfort.

"70 billion won." yoongi states firmly, his tone brooking no argument as he lays down the ransom amount, his finger tense on the trigger.

“is that all im worth?” jimin pouts, getting back to his acting mode and readying himself to start recording the video again. with jungkook being protectively close to him this time, they get ready to record the video again, determined to carry out the task to perfection.

as the days turn into weeks, jungkook and jimin's bond deepens, transcending the roles they are thrust into. the lines between captor and captive blur into something entirely unexpected.

jungkook's affection shows in countless ways. he lets jimin sleep in his bed, a place of comfort in contrast to the cold, unforgiving floor where jimin was made to sleep. when jimin complains about the unappetizing meals provided, jungkook surreptitiously shares his own food, smuggling it to him with a soft smile. in moments of boredom, jungkook hands over his phone to jimin, allowing him a temporary escape from their predicament.

but it is their late-night car rides that forge the closest connection between them. under the cover of darkness, when the world is asleep and unaware, jungkook sneaks jimin out, taking him on secret excursions. the thrill of these nocturnal escapades, the wind tousling their hair, the silence that wraps around them like a protective cloak—it all draws them together in a way neither can anticipate.

as the nights pass, their touches become more intimate, their boundaries shifting as they gravitate toward each other. they cuddle beneath warm blankets when they retire to jungkook's room at night to sleep, their bodies finding solace in the other's presence. meals are shared at the same table and they feed each other, their laughter and whispered conversations a stark contrast to the other activities that take place in the same building.

in the very room where jimin has been locked away for today, their connection takes a more passionate turn. jungkook sits on jimin's lap as their hands interlock, lips meeting in a slow, fervent kiss. jimin's voice, a mere whisper in the quiet room, holds a confession. "i've wanted this for so long, jungkook-ah."

but the moment shatters when jungkook abruptly pulls away, his expression shifting from one of desire to one of suspicion and betrayal.

“how do you know my name?” jungkook asks, his voice deeper and colder than jimin has ever heard, his eyes glaring dangerously. this is a jungkook that jimin doesn't recognize—the jungkook who is a part of the world's most dangerous mafia.

“j-jungkook, listen to me,” jimin tries, but jungkook is already getting up and away from him, standing in front of him as he does something on his phone.

“i'll give you five minutes to explain,” jungkook says, showing jimin his phone screen with a timer on it. jimin looks at him, his features etched with hurt and disbelief as he gazes back at jungkook. jungkook's eyes, which were in the shape of crescent moons just a few moments ago, now glare at him with pain and betrayal, his lips, swollen and slick from jimin and his own spit, are shaped in a frown.

“jungkook-ah, baby,” jimin says, trying to reach for him, but jungkook shakes his head and takes a step back.

“four minutes, jimin-ssi.” he says coldly.

jimin, his voice quivering with the weight of the truth he was about to reveal, starts to speak, "i know everything."

"what do you mean, everything, jimin-ssi?" jungkook's voice was now icy, clear that he wanted answers, no matter the cost.

“you, the gang, yoongi hyung, everything.” jimin began to lay bare his secrets, exposing the tangled web of his life and his connection to yoongi.

“i met yoongi hyung in a bar a few years ago. we hit it off right away and used to see each other all the time. but we weren't good together so things didn't escalate. but we became good friends. really good friends. sometimes i help him cover up the gang’s slip-ups and he helps me escape my prison.”

jimin continues, “i knew, when he recruited you. we were drinking late at night when he told me about you, said he hated the way your parents treated you and wanted to recruit you into the gang. but he said he was afraid he’ll ruin your innocence. his world is all dark and without hope, he told me he didn't want to snatch away your youth.”

“but i told him he should take you in. told him i know he’d keep you safe from anyone else. i told him he could give you small tasks because we knew how competitive you are, how you want to be good at everything you do. how you never want the people around you to be disappointed by you.”

jimin sighs, “and i knew about the kidnapping, jungkook-ah. one of my bodyguards told me my father put out a bounty on my head to get me killed in a week. i knew it, my father has never looked at me like a father should look at their son. i've always been an obstacle in his dream of becoming the most powerful in the country. i immediately texted yoongi hyung and told him to get me away. and he suggested that he kidnaps me.”

“i agreed and we decided on a plan.” jimin says

when he looks up at jungkook, its like he can see the gears in his head shifting. its like he's connecting all the dots, now understanding why no one said anything to them when they weren't behaving how a captor and their captive should be behaving.

"did you know hyung would send me?" jungkook's voice waveres with lingering hurt.

"no," jimin smiles softly, "i just got lucky like that."

the atmosphere shifts once more as jimin noticed jungkook's softened expression. he stepps closer, longing for understanding and forgiveness.

"i think hyung has always known i've been a bit obsessed with you," jimin confesses, his voice filled with sincerity. "but how can i not be? it's so easy to fall in love with you, jungkookie."

jimin gets up, sighing in relief as jungkook doesn't stop him. he cups jungkook's face tenderly. "i know i should've told you everything from the start, baby, i'm so sorry," he whisperes, his thumb softly caressing jungkook's cheek. “but trust me, i have never faked anything with you. my feelings, my actions, nothing was ever fake, okay?"

jungkook, tears glistening in his eyes, gazes at jimin with a mixture of emotions. "why'd you risk your life like that? getting involved with a mafia gang?" he asks, his voice quivering with concern.

jimin offers a gentle smile, his eyes reflecting the resilience that had carried him through his difficult past. "i know hyung's not a bad person. and what else was i supposed to do? let my father kill me, act pathetic, and gain sympathy?"

"oh, hyung, you've suffered so much." a tear slides down jungkook's cheek, and jimin quickly wipes it away with a loving touch.

"it's okay, it's okay, baby," jimin reassures him, wrapping his arms around jungkook in a warm embrace. "i'm fine now. i have you. thank you for listening to me."

jungkook cups jimin's face, his thumb brushing over jimin's cheekbone, and presses a tender kiss to his forehead. "your father's the worst, hyung," he whispers. "i'm so sorry you had to live like that."

jimin leans in, capturing jungkook's lips in a sweet kiss, his love and gratitude evident in the tender gesture. "it's okay, baby, really," he murmurs against jungkook's lips. "i have a plan. i haven't given up yet."

their intimate moment gets interrupted by the timer going off on jungkook's phone, reminding them of their surroundings. they reluctantly pull away from their embrace, exchanging warm smiles and one last lingering kiss before leaving the room together.

as they make their way out, they encounter yoongi, who raises an eyebrow at the sight of their intertwined hands. “i told him everything!” jimin beams at yoongi and proudly lifts their intertwined hands, a silent declaration.

yoongi, initially happy yet taken aback, can't help but feel scared. when jungkook surprises everyone by hugging yoongi, the older returns the embrace, whispering, "jungkook-ah, i'm sorry."

"you saved me, hyung," jungkook whispers against yoongi's neck.

yoongi shakes his head, his voice filled with sincerity. "i didn't lie about anything. i wouldn't have taken you if you weren't really good. you're a good person, jungkook-ah. i just want a better life for you."

jungkook nods, pulling away from the hug, and offers yoongi a grateful smile. "thank you, hyung, for everything."

sensing they're about to either cry or make out, jimin joins the conversation, with enthusiasm. "and he's my boyfriend," he announces, coming to stand next to jungkook and wrapping his arm around jungkook's.

yoongi can't help but chuckle at their antics. "did you tell him he's your boyfriend?" he teases, nodding toward jungkook.

jungkook's face flushes crimson, but he smiles shyly. "boyfriends, hyungie?"

“yeah.” jimin nods, getting on his tiptoes to steal a quick kiss from jungkook, making the younger man's blush deepen.

however, the serious matter at hand soon resurfaces. jungkook turns to yoongi, his tone serious as he mentions, "we need to do something about his father, hyung."

yoongi's deep, authoritative voice confirms their determination. "we have a plan."

curious, jungkook looks at jimin, seeking answers. jimin simply shakes his head, opting not to reveal the details.

"taehyungie and hobi are on it," yoongi adds reassuringly. "we don't have to worry about anything."

jimin chimes in, "my bodyguards, namjoon hyung and seokjin hyung, are aware of the plan too." he turns to jungkook with a soft smile. "i want to keep you out of it, baby. the less you know, the better."

"but i want to help too," jungkook pouts, his desperation clear.

jimin's soothing voice and calming presence prevails. "just be with me, koo. i don't need anything else," he reassures, his words filled with love and affection.

yoongi can't help but groan at the display of affection between the couple. "just trust me. i’ll be fine, i promise," jimin adds, seeking to ease jungkook's concerns.

jungkook nods, his commitment unwavering, and he seals his promise with a sweet kiss on jimin's forehead.

the conversation turns playful, and jungkook can't help but ask with a pout, "is that why you didn't resist at all when i approached you?"

jimin nods cheekily, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i also don't think you would've won against me if i did put up a fight, baby," he says, his tone laced with sass.

jungkook rolls his eyes playfully. "oh please, i could've definitely taken you. you're tiny," he teases, giving jimin a playful once-over.

jimin giggles, his laughter tinkling like music in the room. "i have a black belt in taekwondo and more than seven years of training in kendo, love," he counters.

jungkook can't help but pout, though there's a playful spark in his eyes. "i still could've taken you, though," he insists, his love for jimin shining through even in their teasing banter.

*a week later* (tap on the first picture and swipe right)

*a week later* (tap on the first picture and swipe right)

hi! this is my second time posting on tumblr and i'm just as nervous -_-' i hope you liked this fic. please interact and let me know your thoughts! thankyou for reading! i hope you have a nice day 🤍

word count: 1711

tags: enemies to lovers | fluff | kissing

synopsis: jungkook shows up to his enemy's house to pick him up for classes despite of being told not to very clearly.

"you're really something, aren't you?"

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the town awoke to a drizzle that had painted the streets in a glistening sheen. raindrops cascaded down like a melody, creating a serene backdrop for jungkook's unexpected visit to jimin's home. compelled by his innate kindness, he had taken on the role of the unassuming hero, offering his arch-nemesis a ride on this dreary morning.

ever the "nice person," he shows up at jimin's door to offer him a ride to university. jimin had very clearly and firmly told him that he didn't need a ride and was perfectly capable of booking a cab himself. but jungkook had his reasons, which he was ready to defend with enthusiasm. after all, cabs could be dangerous, expensive, and notoriously late, especially in this weather, right? plus, it wasn't like he had an ulterior motive or anything; he was just a genuinely nice person who cared about others' well-being.

so, there waited jungkook in the pouring rain, watching the raindrops slide down his windshield, waiting for jimin to come out. he wasn't doing it because he desperately wanted to pick jimin up, he insisted to himself. he was just being a nice person, and nice people offer help, don't they?

minutes seemed to stretch into eternity as jungkook sat in his car, pretending to be engrossed in his phone while sneakily watching the door. he was definitely not sitting there, daydreaming about jimin and how nice it would be if jimin accepted his offer.

after what felt like forever, jimin finally emerged from his house, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he spotted jungkook rushing out of his car and just standing there like a soggy knight in shining armor. "you came, hmm?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

jungkook cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "it's raining."

jimin's eyes twinkled with a hint of laughter. "well, since you're so insistent, i suppose you can give me a ride."

with that, jungkook couldn't help but feel a burst of joy inside, although he kept his composure and merely unlocked the car door.

after his classes were done for the day, jungkook still lingered on campus, even though he had no reason to be there. well, except for one. he stayed because he liked watching the rain and definitely not because he wanted to make sure jimin had a ride back home, of course. not because he secretly longed to ask jimin to come over and stay, as the rain showed no signs of stopping. nope, that was definitely not on his mind.

finally, the moment arrived when jimin emerged from his classroom, wearing a bemused expression. "what are you doing? didn't your classes get over an hour ago?" he asked.

jungkook's heart did a little flip, but he maintained his facade. "was watching the rain."

jimin rolled his eyes, but there was a playful glint in them. he intertwined their hands and bit his bottom lip with a shy smile, "let's go home, jungkook-ah."

and just like that, their little banter continued. they bickered like an old married couple over everything, from the radio station to the best route to university. their friends always chuckled at their antics, knowing that underneath it all, jungkook and jimin had feelings for each other that they were too stubborn to admit.

in their own silly, endearing way, jungkook and jimin continued to dance around their true feelings, all while pretending to be enemies. but one thing was certain – they were both secretly loving every moment of it.

while jimin punched in the code to his apartment door, jungkook held the umbrella over his head, sheltering him from the persistent rain. jungkook followed jimin inside his cozy apartment, the atmosphere shifting from playful rivalry to something more intimate with every step. their soft voices echoed in the hallway as they made their way inside.

as jimin emerged from a warm shower, dressed in jungkook's clothes, jungkook handed him a steaming cup of coffee. the sight of jimin in his clothes made jungkook's heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but smile.

"w-would you," he cleared his throat, "like some coffee?”

jimin's eyes sparkled with amusement. "you're really something, aren't you?"

"you look good," jungkook remarked with a shy smile.

“yeah?” jimin raised an eyebrow, “i look good in your clothes?”

jungkook nodded, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck out of nervousness.

jimin sipped his coffee and smiled back. "maybe i'll have to borrow them more often, hmm? want to look good all the time.”

once in the kitchen, they decided to cook together, their movements becoming synchronised as they prepared a simple meal. they bumped into each other occasionally, but instead of annoyance, it only elicited more giggles. their laughter was infectious, filling the kitchen as they shared stories and exchanged playful banter.

jimin glanced at jungkook, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "you know," he said, pretending to concentrate on chopping vegetables, "you're not so bad in the kitchen."

jungkook raised an eyebrow. "why, thank you, jimin. i guess you're not so terrible either."

their shared laughter was genuine, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. their stolen glances gave hope of something deeper, a truth they felt they were both on the verge of acknowledging.

the evening transitioned into night, and they settled down to watch movies. their legs brushed against each other under the blanket, and each awkward silence seemed to hang with unspoken sentiments.

"your taste in movies sucks," jimin teased, reaching for the remote control.

jungkook playfully swatted his hand away. "well, you'll just have to suffer through it, won't you?" he played a random movie and jimin rolled his eyes when he saw it was a romcom.

as the cheesy romcom played on the tv, their bodies shifted even closer, the world outside fading away. their legs became entangled under the blanket, creating a comforting closeness. jimin's head found its favourite resting place on jungkook's shoulder, his soft breaths causing jungkook's heart to race.

jimin's fingers gently traced the lines of jungkook's exposed skin under the shirt he was wearing, creating a tingling sensation that sent shivers down jungkook's spine. it was an intimate exploration, each touch speaking volumes of the emotions they had kept hidden for so long.

in return, jungkook's fingers delicately traced patterns into jimins skin under the hoodie he was wearing. the fabric created a barrier, but it couldn't hide the warmth and the tenderness of their connection. each stroke of jungkook's fingers communicated a longing that had been building between them.

as the movie played on, jimin turned his head slightly, burying his nose against jungkook's neck. he breathed in deeply, inhaling jungkook's scent, a mixture of warmth and comfort that made his heart race even faster. it was an intimate gesture, a silent invitation for something more.

jungkook, feeling the warmth of jimin's breath against his neck, turned to look at him. their eyes met, and in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. there was an unspoken conversation between them, a recognition of the emotions they had been holding back for so long.

finally then, it happened. in the soft glow of the tv, their lips met. the kiss was soft and tentative at first, a gentle exploration of something new and exciting. the confessions that had been lingering on the tip of their tongues tumbled out, clumsy and heartfelt, each word sealing their feelings for one another. their lips moved in a sweet rhythm, and as the intensity grew, they deepened the kiss, their mouths melding together in a passionate, heartfelt embrace.

jimin pulled back, breathless but smiling. "i've been wanting to do that for a long time now, jungkook-ah."

jungkook's eyes sparkled with emotion. "me too, min."

the room seemed to buzz with an electric charge of shared emotions as they leaned in for another kiss. this time, it was deeper, more passionate, as they allowed their true feelings to guide them. the kiss sealed their unspoken confessions, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface.

as the night grew late, and the rain outside showed no sign of letting up, jungkook and jimin continued to share sweet, lingering kisses on the couch. their lips met in a dance of affection, each kiss conveying the depth of their newfound connection.

in the midst of a particularly passionate kiss, jimin pulled back slightly, his breath warm against jungkook's lips. "you know," he whispered, "we should probably get some sleep. we've got classes tomorrow."

jungkook, lost in the taste of jimin's lips, simply nodded and hummed in agreement against jimin's mouth. without breaking the kiss and with a loving smile, he gently scooped jimin up in his arms. jimin, though taken by surprise at the sudden movement, eagerly wrapped his arms around jungkook's neck and his legs around jungkook's waist. jimin's surprised giggles were muffled by the kiss as jungkook carried him toward the bedroom, their lips locked in a tender and unbroken embrace.

in the soft glow of the bedroom, jungkook gently placed jimin on the bed, their eyes locked in an intimate gaze. their hands continued to explore each other's bodies, fingers tracing the contours of their faces and shoulders, as if they couldn't get enough of each other's touch.

under the warm, inviting blankets, they cuddled close, their bodies fitting perfectly together. their lips met once again, a tender and unhurried kiss that spoke of their love and longing. as they kissed, their fingers intertwined, holding onto each other as if they never wanted to let go.

outside, the rain continued to serenade them with its soothing rhythm, as if nature itself was celebrating their love. in each other's arms, they found the ultimate comfort and warmth. with a sense of contentment and serenity, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, still touching, still kissing, and still deeply in love.

and as the rain continued its gentle lullaby, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in their cocoon of love, where they would dream together, waking up to a brand new day filled with the promise of more shared moments, laughter, and endless love, their silly days of pretending to be enemies long forgotten.

hi! this is my first time posting on tumblr so i'm a bit nervous -_-' i've read a few works here and they were amazing. i hope you liked this little fic i came up with. thankyou for reading! i hope you have a nice day 🤍