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The apartment was quiet, dimly lit by the muted glow of streetlights spilling in through the window. The hush of the city filtered through the glass, distant and indifferent. Inside, everything felt still — suspended in that strange, weightless space between one truth and the next.
Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, fully dressed, fingers tangled in his hair, the other clutching his phone like it might disappear if he let go. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. The weight pressing down on him wasn't like before — not the kind that crushed.
It was something else now.
It was heavy with meaning.
With truth.
"I love him," he whispered, so quietly the words felt like they dissolved before reaching the walls.
But they were out. Real. Breathing.
The past few days had cracked something open inside him. Meeting his half-brother, watching friendships bend under unexpected truths, emotions unraveling in ways he didn't know how to name. And then — Jungkook.
The way he looked at Jimin like he saw him — not just the version the world expected, but the one Jimin tried to hide even from himself.
It was overwhelming.
And yet, it felt inevitable.
The phone buzzed gently beside him.
[ Jungkook 🐰 ]
'Did you get home safe?'
Jimin blinked. His heart jumped — a subtle shift, like a piano key pressed lightly.
He hadn't expected the message, but maybe that was the point. It was small, simple.
But it meant he cared.
Jimin typed with hesitant fingers.
'Yeah. Just got in'
He stared at the message long after it sent. Waiting. Hoping. Not for something dramatic. Just... something.
It came.
[ Jungkook 🐰 ]
'I miss you already'
Jimin's breath caught. The words weren't loud, but they landed deep — warm and slow, like honey.
A smile crept onto his lips before he could stop it.
Of course he missed him too.
But typing it felt terrifying — like giving away a piece of himself too soon. Still, the truth was there, burning quietly.
Then another message arrived:
[ Jungkook 🐰 ]
'Can we talk tomorrow? About… us'
Jimin froze.
He wanted to talk. He needed to.
But the thought made his heart race — not with dread, but with the fear of something real beginning.
His fingers hovered over the screen.
'Hmm….. Let's talk at the office'
Sent.
And then, before his courage could slip away:
'I miss you too'
Then he just flipped his phone in embarrassment.
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The next morning came too fast.
The office buzzed like any other day — fluorescent lights humming, phones ringing, footsteps pacing down hallways. The world moved in its usual rhythm, but for Jimin, everything felt just a little off-axis. His heart wasn't in spreadsheets or meetings. It was somewhere between last night and what was about to happen.
He arrived early, needing the quiet. Needing the time to gather the pieces of himself that had unraveled since the night before.
His small cabin sat next to Jungkook's — a closeness that felt like both a comfort and a warning.
At 9:03 a.m., a soft knock sounded at his door.
Without looking up, Jimin called, "Come in."
He didn't need to guess who it was. He could feel the difference in the air — a tug beneath his skin, magnetic and familiar.
"Hey," came Jungkook's voice, quiet and steady.
Jimin looked up.
And there he was.
Jungkook stood in the doorway holding two coffee cups — one unmistakably Jimin's favorite. He looked unfairly beautiful in the morning light, dark hair slightly tousled, a quiet softness in his eyes.
"Good morning," Jungkook said, smile gentle.
Jimin's lips curved faintly, trying not to show how fast his heart was beating. "Good morning."
He reached to jimin table and give him his coffee, fingers brushing Jungkook's as he took it. Warmth lingered longer than it should have.
"Thank you," he added, eyes flicking briefly up to meet his.
Jungkook nodded, then tilted his head slightly toward the hallway. "Can we…?"
Jimin knew exactly what he meant.
He stood. "Yeah."
They walked in silence, side by side. So close. Their hands didn't touch — but the space between them felt electric, charged with every word left unsaid.
The door to the small conference room closed behind them with a soft click.
Silence settled around them again — not heavy, but full. Expectant.
Jungkook moved to the window, looking out at nothing in particular, fingers tapping against his cup.
"I couldn't stop thinking about last night," he said finally, voice stripped bare. "I know we said we'd take things slow. I still want that. But... pretending like nothing's changed?"
He turned to face Jimin, eyes searching.
Jimin swallowed, throat tight.
"It has changed," he said, barely above a whisper. "And I think... I don't want to go back."
A breath passed between them.
Jungkook took a step closer, voice soft. "Can I…?"
Jimin nodded, breath catching.
Jungkook's hand rose — uncertain, reverent — and he gently tucked a strand of hair behind Jimin's ear. His fingers lingered, grazing Jimin's cheek, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to touch someone this gently.
The contact sent a shiver through Jimin's body.
Their eyes met, the air around them thick with something quiet and raw.
"I don't want to mess this up," Jungkook said, his voice cracking slightly. "You matter more than I ever expected anyone could."
Jimin's hand reached up instinctively, covering Jungkook's, grounding them both in the moment.
Jungkook leaned in, just enough for Jimin to feel his breath.
"I've missed you since forever."
Jimin's heart clenched. The walls he kept up — soft as they were — gave way.
"Me too," he said, voice shaking.
Jungkook's grip on his hand tightened ever so slightly. He think to himself,I have to say this,I've been holding it in for too long ,it's now or never.
He looked directly into Jimin's eyes.
"Jimin ...I ....I love you."
The words didn't explode. They bloomed. Quietly, beautifully — like something that had been waiting for the right season.
Jimin blinked, heart thundering in his chest. His breath stuttered.
He didn't speak.
Instead, he stepped forward, hand rising to Jungkook's face. Fingers brushed along his jaw — gentle, reverent — and then he leaned in.
Their lips met softly, like a breath held too long finally released.
The kiss was tender, unhurried — not a confession, but a confirmation.
Jungkook's hands found Jimin's waist, pulling him gently closer. And Jimin melted into him, heart and body, like he belonged there. Like they both did.
The kiss deepened — slow, meaningful — a language only they understood.
There was no performance, no need to impress. Just the warmth of mouths learning the shape of something new and precious.
When they finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, the world outside felt far away — like nothing beyond this moment mattered.
Jimin's lips curved into a smile, soft and sure.
"I love you too."
The words hung in the air like sunlight after a storm.
Not loud. But real.
And just like that, they weren't waiting anymore.
They weren't maybe or almost.
They were here.
They were the beginning.
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End of chapter