#sunshineangel

Taehyung plops down on the couch, throwing his legs over the armrest and maneuvering himself to keep an eye on Hoseok and Jimin playing on the floor in front of him, smiling slightly at Jimin’s loud exclamation of happiness, the slightly older man’s car finally overpassing their hyung’s. Closing his eyes and just listening Taehyung thinks about the group in general and about how tired everyone is, even on their day off. They’re lucky, manager-hyung has given them a few days to just exist before jumping back into their schedules, the promotions for ‘I Need U’ just now slowing slightly.

“No! Hobi-hyung, no fair! You can’t do that!”

“I can and I did, Jiminnie!”

Grinning at the whines coming from Jimin, Taehyung opens his eyes and leans forward on the edge of the couch cushion, leaning over and wrapping his arms around Jimin’s shoulders, tilting his head to whisper in Jimin’s ear, lips pressing up against his piercings. “Turn left at the out-cropping near the waterfall. There’s a path that Jinnie-hyung always uses when he thinks no one is watching.”

Jimin giggles at the quiet demand, biting his bottom lip when Hoseok glances at them suspiciously, waiting until Hoseok is intently watching his half of the screen to quickly maneuver his cart towards the passage Taehyung has told him about. Taehyung presses a quick kiss to Jimin’s neck before lounging back on the couch, once more closing his eyes and letting himself fall into an almost sleep, Hoseok’s loud demands of cheating now filling the living room.

“Taetae!” Taehyung gasps when there’s a sudden weight on his stomach, all air leaving him in a huge gasp, hands automatically shooting up to grab at Jimin’s waist. Looking up to the smiling face Taehyung can’t help but return the grin, Jimin’s excitement just as contagious as his own. His smile widens when Jimin bends at the waist, rubbing their noses together cutely as a few excited giggles escape his lips, “Taetae, I won! I beat Hobi-hyung!”

Laughing at the look on Hoseok’s face, Taehyung lifts his head slightly to capture Jimin’s lips in a hurried kiss, wanting to steal some of Jimin’s infectious happiness. Pulling Jimin down and waiting for the smaller man to get comfortably splayed out on top of him before looking over to Hoseok pouting in playful betrayal, “Sorry, hyung. But I’ll always root for my Chimchim to win.”

Jimin giggles again, pressing himself closer to Taehyung, letting his head rest on his shoulder and his voice to drop into a softer tone, “Thank you, Taetae. You’re definitely my favorite.”

Kissing Jimin’s cheek with a smile Taehyung quietly murmurs back, “I better be.”

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Jimin watches Namjoon and Yoongi quietly arguing across the restaurant table, music beats the main topic of their discussion, smiling when Hoseok jumps into the conversation to add his two sense in, siding with Namjoon on the topic only to have Jungkook automatically defend Yoongi’s point of view. Seokjin catches Jimin’s eye, shaking his head at the other four with a fond grin, one that Jimin returns. Turning his head to look at Taehyung, Jimin leans over, raising his hand to cover the lips he’s pressing against Taehyung’s ear, “How much do you want to bet that Hobi-hyung is only siding with Namjoonie-hyung because they’re together?”

Taehyung snickers at the question, flashing the others an innocent smile when Namjoon and Yoongi both turn to look at the pair. When they tune back into their conversation, voice and hand gestures more animated than before as the conversation gets more intense, Taehyung turns to Jimin, copying his hand movement just in case any of the others are now watching them, “And how much do you wanna bet that Kookie is only taking hyung’s side because he wants that Augst-D?”

Jimin turns bright red, both hands shooting up to cover his mouth as he giggles loudly, turning his head to hide his face in Taehyung’s shoulder as the conversation across from them pauses, the four in question sending them suspicious glares.

“What are you two whispering about over there?” Namjoon wonders aloud, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing.” Taehyung grins, arm coming up to wrap around Jimin’s shaking shoulder, putting on an innocent face when Yoongi and Jungkook give him judging looks, “Really. It’s nothing.”

“The kind of nothing that turns Jiminnie bright red?” Yoongi demands, waving his hand lazily in their direction. Jungkook narrowing his eyes at Taehyung’s smile and Jimin’s giggles.

“The kind of nothing that turns Kookie into a blushing school girl that demands attention from her favorite oppa.” Jimin gets out between his giggles, the softly murmured words melting quietly into Taehyung’s neck, sending Taehyung into another round of snickering and receiving more disapproving, suspicious glares.

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“Taetae?” Jimin whispers into the darkness, turning to stare at the other, “Hey Taetae, are you asleep?”

The sound of rustling reaches Jimin’s ears before a warm body is pressed against his won more firmly, an arm wrapping around his middle, pulling him closer, smiling at the feel of lips pressing against his neck, “I’m very asleep.”

Giggling quietly, Jimin turns in Taehyung’s hold, facing the taller male and intertwining their legs together, pressing his lips against Taehyung heartbeat, “Okay.”

With a small contented sigh, Taehyung squeezes Jimin closer, snuggling into him, “Share your secrets with the sleeping Taetae.”

Jimin hums happily, placing a soft kiss to Taehyung jaw, “Jiminnie loves Taetae.”

Firstly, Jimin and Taehyung are both Genderbent.

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Jimin smiles as the credits roll; the movie was amazing! She can’t wait until it comes out as a DVD so she can buy it and watch it over and over again! Still smiling brightly, she looks over excitedly at her boyfriend, “Oppa-”

Cutting herself off, she allows her smile to fade into frown, eyes losing their sparkle as they rest on Yoongi’s sleeping form. With a sigh she throws her phone into her purse, staring silently before reaching over to gently shake Yoongi’s shoulder, softly calling out to him.

Yoongi startles violently, sitting up straight in the theatre chair, eyes looking around in a hazy panic, sleep still present in his features as he hastily rubs at his eyes. After glancing around all of the theatre Yoongi returns his eyes to Jimin, internally cringing when he’s met with a small smile brimming with disappointment. “Jiminnie-”

Standing abruptly, Jimin hangs her purse on her shoulder, smiling at Yoongi as she moves around his still sitting figure, “C’mon, oppa. Let’s go home. I’m tired.”

“What about din-” Yoongi’s cut off by Jimin shaking her head, small smile still present and it sends waves of guilt through Yoongi’s entire being.

“I’m not hungry, oppa. But thank you.”

With a sigh, Yoongi finally get up and follows Jimin out of the theatre, pretending it doesn’t freeze his heart when Jimin shoves her hands into her jacket pocket right as he reaches for one. Nothing makes him feel like a shittier person than when he makes his baby girl sad. All Jiminnie had asked of him this week for her choice of Friday-Date was for Yoongi to go see this movie with her, and “….and maybe a nice dinner, too, oppa? If-if you don’t mind! We can always eat at home, too! I can always cook something!” He feels like a horrible boyfriend, knowing that-like always-the sad look in her eyes will ride his soul forever. He nods to himself, determined to make it up to her.

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Taehyung sighs, carding her fingers through Jimin’s hair as Jungkook plops down on the bed next to them, “I don’t know why you asked him to even watch that movie with you, Minnie.”

Jungkook nods in agreement, not liking his noona when she’s not constantly in his face for affection, “I agree. Hyung isn’t the RomCom type, why would you think he’d watch the movie and not be bored?”

Jimin stays silent for a few seconds, concentrating on Taehyung’s hand in her hair to prevent herself from crying in a mixture of frustration and sadness, “…I was hoping he’d do it for me…”

Jungkook frowns deeply, remembering how sensitive Jimin can get over her relationship with Yoongi and her own self-worth in his eyes. It doesn’t help Yoongi’s case that their routine date last week never happened. The older man going out with a few people from work instead of their planned date, not even bothering to call Jimin to let her know. The younger having already called all of their friends to see if they’d heard from him, staying up until almost three in the morning, anxiously waiting for a phone call with any kind of news about Yoongi; only to have him swagger into their apartment, completely trashed, without so much as a “hi” before collapsing into bed.

Jungkook and Taehyung were far from pleased when Jimin showed up at their apartment, face streaked with tears and eyes still red, stuttering out the night’s events before collapsing on the couch. What pissed Taehyung off the most was that Jimin distantly explained, “but oppa is okay. I changed his clothes for him the best I could and-and left him some Tylenol and a-a water bottle on the night stand…oppa’s okay, just…just asleep…”

In the comfort of their own room Taehyung had violently hoped Yoongi’s hangover would cause him excruciating pain all of the following day, sympathetic tears in her own eyes harshly rubbed away by hands shaking in aggravation.

Jungkook had silently agreed with her.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Jungkook heaves a sigh when he sees Taehyung has shifted to braiding Jimin’s hair instead of just petting it, laying completely glued to the other girl’s side. He nudges Jimin with his elbow gently, smiling when she looks at him in question, “Hyung was probably just super tired, Jimin. He’d do anything for you. You know that.”

Jimin nods, smile widening, ignoring Taehyung as she mutters under her breath “except stay awake in a theatre”. She loves Yoongi and knows that Yoongi loves her, and that seven o’clock on a Friday night, Yoongi is completely spent. When he gets home tonight, Jimin will tell Yoongi that she isn’t upset with him anymore and that he can stop looking at her like his heart is breaking.

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Puffing her cheeks out in a huffing pout, Jimin crosses her arms over her chest. Eyes flickering over the empty apartment, before sighing and making her way into the kitchen. Yoongi isn’t home. Which is weird for an early Saturday afternoon. She rummages through the cabinets before turning to the fridge with a determined glint in her eyes. She’ll surprise Yoongi with a nice dinner.

Nodding to herself she rips the refrigerator door open with a happy bounce to her step, freezing at the giant white paper on the top shelf with her name on it. Hesitating slightly but grabbing it nonetheless(it was clearly Yoongi’s handwriting, she’d be able to tell that in the dark), her eyes widen at the message, confusion settling in her mind.

‘Hey Baby!

Sorry I’m not home. Ran to the market down the street. Meet me?’

“O…kay?” Jimin is confused. Yoongi never usually goes to the market without her. Heck! She even has to beg and plead and pout and promise things that make her blush to get him to get up every third Saturday. Shrugging she makes her way back to the door, slipping her shoes and coat back on, glancing once more around the apartment in confusion before locking he door behind her.

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“Oppa.” Gritting her teeth in aggravation Jimin hits the end call button on her phone roughly, shoving the device in her pocket. Why would Yoongi tell her to meet him here if he wasn’t going to answer his phone?! What was the point in that?! Screw a nice dinner, Jimin thinks to herself, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff of annoyance.

“Whoa!”

Jimin lets out a small yelp as she’s bumped into, flailing dramatically to right herself, gasping slightly when long fingers wrap around her wrist tightly, tugging her upright.

“Hey! Sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going and, well-no. No. That’s a lie. I was looking where I was going. I actually saw you wandering around a few aisles over and-uh, um. You’re cute?”

Jimin gapes at the bashful smile on the young man’s face, eyes flickering around nervously as a few other customers look on, whispering behind their hands with smiles and cooing at the cute, flustered young man. Looking down at the hand on her wrist, Jimin bites her lip as images of last night flood her mind before she looks up at the man patiently waiting on her response. “You’re…kinda cute, too. I’m Jimin.”

“Can I ask you out for coffee? Or is that too forward?”

“Well,” Jimin gently pulls her wrist from his hand, smoothing her own hands down the jacket covering over her skirt, pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear, fiddling with one of her piercings. Still biting her bottom lip, Jimin glances around her, their small audience waiting anxiously for her answer, “Okay. Coffee sounds good and not too forward.”

“Awesome. Great. Um. Now? Would…now be okay?”

Smiling slightly at the hesitance in the question Jimin nods, “Yeah. Now would be good. There’s a Starbucks just down the street, if that’s okay?”

The young man nods agreeably, shoving his hands into his black skinny jeans, eager smile morphing into a slight smirk, “Yeah. I love Starbucks. You can grab whatever you want, my treat.”

Jimin follows the young man out of the market, sweeping her eyes around the store quickly before hurrying to fall into step next to him. She rambles slightly about her favorite Frappuccino, him humming and answering any question she may ask as the make their way to the café down the street and to the left, his hand at the small of her back as they cross the street together. She flushes softly when he gives a dramatic bow as he opens the door for her, raising her hand to try and cover the giggle escaping her lips.

With a smirk, the young man follows her up to the counter, shaking his head slightly at the way she rambles off her order, stepping aside to allow him to place his own order in. Once they’ve gotten their drinks, they sit down across from each other, talking slightly in between sipping their drinks. They end up talking for hours, laughing and giggling at little things, not paying attention to the sun setting in the window next to them, only leaving when one of the baristas comes over and tell them that they were closing.

“I…had a really good time. Can…I see you again? Maybe?”

Feeling her face turn red Jimin bites her bottom lip for what feels like the hundredth time that day, “I…yes. I’d like that.”

“Great! Do you want me to drop you off somewhere? My cars just down the street at the market.”

Nodding and thinking quickly, Jimin smiles hesitantly, “Sure. Thank you.”

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“So. Let me get this straight.” Taehyung paces around the living, hands flying everywhere as she speaks, “First he misses the movie, decides that sleeping is a better idea. Then, when you decide-against my better judgement, might I add-that you’re going to forgive him, he comes up with the idea to play out a scene you remember mentioning as a favorite?”

Jimin nods, a happy smile seemingly permanent as it had been their when Taehyung had answered her door when Yoongi dropped Jimin off. With a happy sigh, Jimin leans half against the couch and half against an amused Jungkook, another dreamy sigh leaving her red bitten lips, eyes closing happily, “Yes. He even ran straight into me, Tae. Almost knocking me over and everything. Just like in the movie.”

Jungkook ruffles Jimin’s hair, ignoring her whine of protest, tossing Taehyung a look, “You can stay in the spare room, noona. We don’t mind being an accomplice in hyung’s weird forgiveness courting.”

“Thanks, Jungkookie. Taetae, can I borrow some clothes?” Jimin flashes Taehyung another bright smile and Taehyung sort of deflates. As much as she wants to be mad at Yoongi for upsetting Jimin, her best friend seems to be ridiculously happy with Yoongi’s way of asking for forgiveness. Not that Taehyung can blame her. Yoongi seems to be going hard at asking for it.

With a sigh, Taehyung gives Jimin a small smile, “Sure, Jiminnie. Gimme a sec.”

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“Jimin!”

Jimin wakes up quickly, blearily looking around the room and thinking vaguely that it wasn’t her room before Taehyung’s weight is knocking the air out of her. “Tae-what?”

“There’s a note for you on the front porch, along with a box. If I didn’t know Yoongi-hyung I’d think he was a stalker.” Jungkook answers when Taehyung just continues to squeeze the life out of a barely conscious Jimin, “Baby. Jiminnie has to breathe.”

“Oh.” Taehyung looks at the slightly older girl under her, giggling slightly when Jimin rolls her eyes at her, sliding off of her before skipping over to where Jungkook is watching leaning against the doorframe, pressing a quick kiss to Jungkook’s cheek, “C’mon, Jiminnie~”

Jimin follows the two out into the living room, tilting her head at the box on the coffee table, her name in Yoongi’s handwriting. Kneeling on the floor, Jimin opens the box quickly, pulling out one of her favorite sundresses, a bright blue flowy one with a white bow. As “cliché” as it is(Jungkook’s words, not hers) it’s always one she likes to wear. It makes her feel exceptionally pretty, especially when she wears her white baby-doll flats. The ones that Yoongi has also put in the box. Along with another note.

‘Hey, so. I hope you’re not too busy but I was thinking a nice breakfast at the café next to the park and then, maybe, a walk in that park a few blocks from the supermarket? Can you meet me there at around nine-ish?’

Quickly glancing at the clock on the kitchen’s stove, Jimin jumps up, rushing to the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “Kookie! Can you drive me to the supermarket?!”

Taehyung and Jungkook share a look of amusement before they go to their room to change into appropriate clothing themselves.

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“So…this is nice.” Yoongi smiles, lacing his fingers with Jimin’s as the younger girl swings them, walking slowly down the park’s pathway.

Jimin nods, a small tint of red on her cheeks as she looks at him, turning a bit more red when she sees he’s staring, “It is. Thank you.”

“Thank you for agreeing with this date.” Yoongi grins, glancing at his watch, “But I’m afraid I’ve got to cut this date short. I’ve got something I need to do. Should I drop you back off?”

“Oh…” Jimin frowns slightly, not wanting Yoongi to vanish again after such a nice morning, “Um. Yeah. Okay. That’d…that’d be nice. Thank you.”

Jimin is silent as they drive, frowning when she realizes Yoongi isn’t taking them back to their apartment but to Taehyung’s instead. Is he planning something else? There was only one more scene that Jimin can remember gushing over. Surely Yoongi wouldn’t…? Biting her lip in hopes of hiding her hopeful grin, Jimin glances at Yoongi, watching him drive with a contented smile, “Thank you.”

Yoongi glances at her out of the corner of his eyes, smile widening at the look he’s receiving, purposely answering her wrong, “I feel better knowing you get to your place in one piece.”

Jimin knows Yoongi knows that not what she meant but she won’t push it. Getting out of the car when they pull up to the apartment complex, Jimin waves at Yoongi as she watches the older man drive away, letting herself into her friends’ apartment, leaning against the door with another dreamy sigh.

“Wow. Taehyung I don’t think I’ve seen Jimin this love-struck since Yoongi first started courting her.” Jungkook teases from where he and Taehyung are lounging on the couch, tossing a grin Jimin’s way.

Humming in agreement, Taehyung pulls her feet closer to herself so Jimin can sit on the couch with them, lightly nudging her foot against Jimin’s side, “At least it’s proof he’s still in love.”

“Yeah…” Jimin sighs, a happy smile lighting up her face.

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Jimin smiles at her phone, rereading the text message from Yoongi; Hey Baby. Can you come home, now? I have a surprise for you. Tell Jungkook to drop you off. It’s dark and I don’t trust that beautiful face of yours out this late by yourself.’

Skipping the last few steps to their door, Jimin slowly opens their door, peeking around the edge curiously, eyes widening, filling with happiness, at the floor covered in rose petals, a clear path marking the way to the kitchen. Slipping her shoes off she follows the marked pathway, anticipation running through her as she starts hearing the faint music floating along the air softly. She gives a small gasp when she sees Yoongi in the kitchen, fully dresses in her favorite suit, the form fitting black material hugging Yoongi in all the right places.

He smiles at her, pulling at a chair and offering her the seat, pushing the chair in when she’s comfortable. She grins at the empty take out boxes piled in the trash can before focusing on him serving her a plate of all her favorites before taking a seat across from her. They eat silently, the only sounds in the room being the soft music and the clinking of silverware on porcelain.

Jimin startles when Yoongi takes her empty plate from her, too busy staring at him to realize he’s done. Once the dishes are placed in the sink, Yoongi presses a button on the remote Jimin didn’t realize was in the kitchen with them, closing her eyes as she listens to the soft ballad coming in louder. Feeling the air in front of her shift, Jimin slowly allows her eyes to open, smiling at the hand held out to her, gently placing her own on it.

Yoongi leads them through a few preplanned songs, laying his head on Jimin’s when the smaller melt into his embrace, arms firming locking around Yoongi’s neck, his own hands wrapping tightly against her waist. “Thank you, oppa.”

Yoongi grins, bending to press a small kiss to her cheek, “I have a surprise for you.”

Jimin sucks in a breath, as Yoongi tugs away from her, eyeing the older man frantically when he pulls a small box from his pocket. Her hands go to her mouth as she shakes her head, “O-Oppa. You can stop. I get it. You were watching the movie with me. Oppa. You don’t-don’t have to-“

Yoongi yanks her hand away, pressing a kiss to her slightly trembling lips, wrapping her in his arms again and swaying them slightly, “I’ve actually had it for a little over two months, to be honest. I’m just always so scared you’ll say no.”

Jimin gives a watery giggle, clutching onto Yoongi in a slightly desperate hold, “Stupid, o-oppa. I’d never say no.”

With a wide grin, Yoongi pulls away from her, searching her face for something, capturing her lips in a frantic kiss when he finds what he’s looking for. With a breathless gasp, he crushes her back to his chest, “Is-is that a yes, Jiminnie?”

Giggling fully, Jimin teases, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

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Taehyung loves this thing he and Jimin do. He openly admits it. To everyone. He shoves it in his hyungs’ faces because “I’m soooo loved, though, hyung! Aren’t you happy for me?” And yes. They are. They’d be happier if Jimin and Taehyung would stop. Because they’re getting a tad bit annoying. What started out as cute is now bordering on obsessive and neither of the two involved seem to get it.

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“Have a good day, Taetae! Jiminnie loves you!”

Taehyung smiles widely at the note he’s found folded in half under his pillow, turning on his back to reread the short message written in Jimin’s soft handwriting, sighing in happiness at the warm feelings fluttering within him at the simple declaration.

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“Stop pushing yourself so hard, babe. You’re perfect the way you are. Taetae loves you no matter what anyone else thinks.”

Jimin can’t help the small giggle that leaves him as he sits down heavily on the floor, back to the mirrored wall so he doesn’t have to look at himself all sweaty and tired looking. Jimin has found Taehyung’s latest note in a folded up towel in his gym bag, the bright pink paper a stark contrast to the white. Jimin will admit that he’s been a bit more self-conscious about his body than usual. They’d recently gone out for a bite of food after practice and he’d over heard one of the waitresses talking about the group of guys that’s just walked in all sweaty and looking like they’re about to drop dead any second. He doesn’t remember the exact words but he remembers how they’d specifically said they were cute even with how disgusting they looked, “except the short one at the end.” And Taehyung most likely has picked up on it and Jimin’s glad. He doesn’t need anyone else but Taehyung to think he’s worth it.

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“I just wanted to let you know, I love you.”

Taehyung glances quickly towards Jimin, wondering when the other had time between getting dressed and styled and going over the dance to write the note and then stick it in the pocket of Taehyung’s stage outfit. Taehyung has been having a rough time ever since the issue over him and the EXID fans. He knows he’s been more reserved than he usually ever would be, but he can’t really help it. He can’t help feeling like, not only has it been completely blown out of proportion, but that he’s let everyone down with all the negative comments about himself and Bangtan. It’s not fair in the slightest because everyone of Bangtan has a little bit of obsessive hero-worship for Big Bang.

But Jimin is always on Taehyung’s side and Taehyung knows this. Just this little action itself, tucked away in his pocket in a secret ninja way that Taehyung didn’t know Jimin had, is proof of Jimin’s feeling. Smiling to himself as he takes another quick glance around the room to make sure nobody was paying him any attention, Taehyung makes his way over to Jimin, plopping down on the couch next to him.

Jimin smiles as Taehyung takes his hand in his own larger one, lacing their fingers together as he leans on the taller man’s shoulder with a happy sigh, content to sit with Taehyung quietly before they go on stage.

“Jiminnie.”

Jimin hums slightly titling his head up to look at Taehyung questioning, smiling softly when Taehyung presses his lips to Jimin’s, another hum-this time out of contentment-leaves Jimin as he closes his eyes and enjoys the pressure of Taehyung’s lips.

Jungkook stares with a soft smile on his lips, leaning against the doorframe and waiting until his smaller lover realizes he’s being watched. He doesn’t. But one of the kids does.

“Mr.Jimin. Your friends is looking you again.” A little girl giggles in what she thinks is a whisper, Jimin turning around swiftly to look at where she’s not-so-discreetly pointing, smile lighting up his slightly red face.

“Hey, Jungkookie! I didn’t know you were going to stop by today.” Jimin states the sentence with a questioning lilt, tilting his head to the side as he squints at Jungkook.

Jungkook shrugs, dropping his messenger bag on the table by the door and moving to sit with Jimin and the thirteen children at the round table, smiling when the same little girl scoots over to allow him to sit next to Jimin and herself. “I just wanted to stop by on my way to class since I knew it was art day and all.”

“Oh! Oh! Did you bring your workbook with you, Mr.Jungkook? Did you? Did you?!” A boy across the table asks excitedly, pushing himself up to kneel on the table to look at Jungkook closer, eyes wide,  “Because. Because! Because Mr.Jimin brought his today, too! He showed us the pictures he drawed today, too!”

Raising an eyebrow at the way Jimin smiles at the young boy, Jungkook leans back on his hands, stretching wildly in the direction of his bag on the table, fingers brushing against the leather strap a few times, letting out a triumphant “ha!” when he finally gets a finger slipped under, tugging the bag to fall on the floor and towards himself and begins rifling through it, smiling widely as he pulls his main sketchbook from the piled together books. Sitting up and rounding back to the table, Jungkook suppresses the flush when he sees all of the children staring at him with wide-eyed shock before looking at Jimin with cheeky smiles and giggles, Jimin just smiling softly with his head resting on his closed fist propped up on the table. “What?”

Shaking his head, Jimin taps the shoulder of the young man to his right, “Can you tell Jungkookie our rule about getting stuff we can’t reach?”

The boy nods enthusiastically, “If it’s too high ask Mr.Jimin, don’t climb because you can hurt yourself. Don’t pull things off of any tables before checking to make sure nothing is there. You never know what can fall off and hurt someone.”

Jungkook gives a small pout, feigning hurt, “But I didn’t drop anything, though. So I won’t get in trouble, right, Mr.Jimin?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, blushing softly at the look Jungkook is giving him, “I don’t know. You aren’t setting a very good example for my children, now are you?”

Jungkook hums, straightening his book out on the table, directly in the middle and gives Jimin sad eyes, “But what if I show all of the kids my drawings? Will that get me off the hook?”

With chorus of yeses from the children coupled with Jungkook’s mischievous smile Jimin can’t really say no, sighing in defeat Jimin just nods. Jungkook opens his book, slowly flipping the pages so every one of the kids can get a good look at them, “What do you guys think?”

“You’re a good drawer!” The boy who’d initially asked Jungkook about his sketchbook smiles, glancing at Jungkook happily before gently touching the page they’re on. Jungkook slowly pulls his own hand away, trusting the small group of five and six year olds to be careful with his workbook. They always are. Smiling at the way they’re talking excitedly about the pictures Jungkook leans into Jimin’s space, glancing quickly at the kids once more before pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s smiling lips, lingering a bit to allow himself a playful nip to Jimin’s bottom lip. “You should’ve woke me up before you left. You know I like having breakfast with you.”

Jimin smiles, looking at the kids briefly, “You had to stay up late to work on one of your essays. You needed your sleep, Kookie. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Jungkook presses his forehead to Jimin with a soft sigh, “Doesn’t matter, babe. I would’ve woke up for breakfast and then went back to sleep. With all my exams, your exams and your class, we haven’t really seen each other outside of sleep.”

Jimin sighs, smiling at the particularly loud exclamation of a picture by one of the children, “I know. I miss you.”

Pulling away from Jimin, Jungkook shuffles closer to the table, smiling at the way the children are pointing excitedly at a picture Jungkook has drawn of Jimin when the older man had fallen asleep on their couch.

“That’s Mr.Jimin!”

“It is. What do you think? Does it look the same as him?” Jungkook smiles, lacing his fingers with Jimin’s under the table.

“Yes. Mr.Jimin has a picture of you in his pictures, too.”

Smiling at Jimin cheekily, Jungkook nudges him softly, “Does he now?” Laughing at the red hue on Jimin face, Jungkook lightly tugs the sketchbook back towards himself, glancing at the clock above Jimin’s desk, “Unfortunately I have class to get to. I’ll try to stop by next art class, too, okay?”

“Okay! I want everyone to take out their sketchbooks and draw their favorite animal. It doesn’t have to be accurate colors, or even a real animal. It can be pink and purple striped dragon or a yellow unicorn. I don’t mind as long as you can tell me why that color and why it’s your favorite. And, no. You can’t say ‘because it’s pretty’ or ‘because it’s cool’. Actual, real, reasons.” Jimin instructs with a firm smile, eyeing the rambunctious group of boys across from where Jungkook was sitting. When the children nod in an acceptance and start pulling their own workbooks out to follow orders Jimin walks with Jungkook to the door, pushing himself up on his toes to press another quick kiss on Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook leans in for another kiss as Jimin pulls away, “I want to take you out to dinner tonight. It’s Friday and I only have my art class and our dance class today. After class we’ll go home and shower and then go to an actual restaurant for dinner. Just the two of us. We’ll tell everyone else from class they can find their own food. I want you all to myself tonight. Okay, baby?”