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For Jeongguk, living with Park Jimin meant peacefulness.

It all started when he learned from Taehyung, his hyung that he shared some classes with, that Jimin needed a new roommate. His desperation was so big that he had published an ad online and distributed flyers around campus.

Jeongguk wanted to leave the dorms provided by their college because of his current roommate, who didn't care about common rules. Days after contacting Jimin, they arranged a meeting to get to know each other.

As soon as he reached the café and recognized him (they had sent photos of themselves to see what they looked like), Jeongguk couldn't deny it: Jimin was much more attractive in person. His round, rosy cheeks, full lips, and eyes that disappeared whenever he smiled were enough to make him fall in love in an instant. And his bold, yet sweet personality (as he discovered half an hour later) awakened several emotions in him.

The two hit it off right away and sealed a deal. Within a week, Jeongguk, with Taehyung's help, was placing cardboard boxes containing his belongings on the floor of his new apartment.

Obviously, his friend noticed how Jeongguk acted around Jimin (probably like a lovesick fool), which led Taehyung to pull him into his (new) room and demand answers. He discovered that day how evident his feelings were to anyone who observed him carefully. Nowhere to run, he told the truth, but not before getting a promise from Taehyung that he wouldn't tell anyone.

The months passed quickly after his relocation, and despite their age difference, Jimin and Jeongguk got along very well. Jeongguk had an unbearable obsession with cleanliness and organization, but Jimin didn't seem bothered and even indulged his wishes, avoiding leaving clothes scattered on the furniture and washing the dishes as soon as he finished eating.

On mornings when Jeongguk was in a good mood, he loved to bicker with Jimin, making him all worked up. But he loved even more listening to his advice when going through an existential crisis involving college. He lost count of how many times mental and physical exhaustion had taken a toll on his body, almost leading him to drop out of his classes. Jimin was in his final year of Dance Performance graduation while Jeongguk had four semesters left of Fine Arts. So, of course he soaked up his senior's wise words.

Jeongguk really enjoyed the way Jimin treated him, sometimes like a brat, sometimes like a delicate porcelain. Stirring different reactions in his roommate (and crush) made butterflies flutter in his stomach. Jeongguk also admired his resilience and how Jimin tried to stay positive even though certain aspects of his life frustrated him. 

Jeongguk had a lot to learn from Jimin.

"Hyung?" he called out, and since he was in their kitchen, he could see over the counter where Jimin was leaning on their dining table while studying, surrounded by papers and books. Luckily, he wasn't wearing headphones.

"Yeah?" Jimin looked up, finding him with a spatula in his hand, which Jeongguk made sure to wave in greeting, and smiled at him.

"Rice or ramyun?" he asked, moving away from the stove in order to get bowls and serve their food.

"What do we have?"

"Bulgogi. There's kimchi too." Jimin’s face took on a thoughtful expression, and Jeongguk would have chuckled if it weren't such an adorable sight. His own brain provided cute sound effects because of it.

A few seconds later, he decided:

"Rice."

"Coming right up!" Jeongguk finished plating their food and brought it to where Jimin was. He had already moved his study materials aside and made room for Jeongguk. Jeongguk placed their chopsticks on the table and grabbed two soda cans from the fridge, opening them.

"Thank you for dinner, Jeongguk-ah."

"No problem, hyung. You know how much I like to cook." he shrugged and mixed the meat into the rice, putting it into his mouth.

His mother had taught him countless recipes during his teenage years, especially his favorite dishes, worried that Jeongguk should be able to live alone. But he had a feeling that she simply didn't want him visiting unannounced every time he craved a specific dish.

(Something similar happened once, when Jeongguk spent summer vacation at a friend's house and his aunt didn't prepare bibimbap the same way Jeongguk’s mother did. They had to send him back earlier than planned because he wouldn't stop complaining.)

They savored Jeongguk's cooking without speaking, only small sighs and chewing sounds filling the room. He tried not to pay too much attention to Jimin, but it was impossible because his lips formed an adorable pout and his cheeks were full. His heart raced, but he looked away before he did something stupid (like pinching them).

Jeongguk then thought about an exam he had in three days. The class was hard, and the professor made it harder. Suddenly he remembered that he had scheduled a study session with Taehyung in the library, he should check their agreed time…

"...gguk-ah?"

Jeongguk raised his head, almost choking. From Jimin's furrowed brow and worried expression, Jeongguk assumed that he had been calling him for a few minutes. He coughed, bringing his hand to his mouth and trying to normalize his breathing. Jimin offered him his soda, and Jeongguk promptly drank it.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asked, casually brushing away Jeongguk’s dark strands from his forehead. He was unsure if his neck and ears were hot from his sudden coughing fit or from Jimin's gentle touch on his face.

"Do I look okay?" he teased playfully, taking a deep breath.

"Forget I asked." Jimin retorted, finally (Jeongguk couldn't decide if it was good or bad) pulling away and sticking his tongue out like a child.

"How old are you? Five?"

"To live with you, I have to act your age." Jimin countered, making the corner of Jeongguk's lips twitch into a smile. He would never die of boredom sharing an apartment with Jimin.

"Whatever. What were you saying before almost killing me?" for Jeongguk, it was hard to let their banter go (he wanted to continue), but his curiosity won. Jimin rolled his eyes, stirring the remaining rice in his bowl.

"I asked if you're going to spend New Year's here or if you're going back to Busan."

Jimin and Jeongguk had something in common: they were born in Busan. He remembered when he found out they were from the same city. They had already been living together for a few weeks when he overheard Jimin talking on his phone, noticing how his voice deepened with a familiar accent.

As soon as he hung up, Jeongguk asked about his hometown and discovered it was the same as his. From then on, on Friday and Saturday nights when they stayed home sharing beer, they talked about their time living there.

Jeongguk thought it was crazy that with each new information, he fell more in love.

"I haven't decided yet. Why?" he chose to be honest. December had begun, and he needed to plan his trip if he was going. His mother had sent a message wanting to know his plans, but he was ignoring her because of exam week.

"Mmm, I just wanted to know."

"Are you going to stay here?"

"During Christmas, yes, my parents aren't really into it. But for New Year's, I’m planning to." Jimin replied, poking his fingernail into the bowl and making a low sound.

"My parents too. It’s funny because they like to gather the family, you know?" he said, finishing his dinner, collecting their dishes and preparing to get up.

"I know. The same thing happens with us." Jimin commented, pushing Jeongguk's hand away so he could pick up their used chopsticks and cups, washing them as soon as he reached the sink. "It's only fair that I do the dishes since you cooked, Jeongguk-ah." He didn't try to convince him otherwise, settling into his chair and watching him move around their kitchen.

Suddenly, he thought about his parents, remembering how they had always been kind and supported Jeongguk throughout the most important decisions of his life. They were the type of people who believed in letting Jeongguk do whatever makes him happy and didn't care much about him being bisexual.

He needed to visit them soon.

From what Jimin had told him about his parents, they were similar to Jeongguk's. He was relieved to know that he grew up in a family who loved him unconditionally.

"Well, if you're going to Busan, let me know." Jimin said, drying his hands on the dish towel after finishing his task and returning to his place at the table. He would probably study for a few more hours.

"Okay, hyung."

He should decide soon.

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Jeongguk rushed towards the library, slamming the door open and almost bumping into a student who was leaving. He bowed in apology, murmuring a soft sorry. The girl simply nodded, smiling and walking past him.

He sighed in relief, glad he hadn't been scolded.

However, his relief was short-lived because Kim Taehyung would surely reprimand him for being late.

Jeongguk easily found him at a table near the fiction bookshelves, his vibrant blue hair drawing attention. His face was buried in one of his notebooks, his glasses perched on his nose.

He would have looked like a nerd if it weren't for the fact that Jeongguk knew him.

His footsteps must have given him away because his friend lifted his head before Jeongguk reached a chair in front of him. He flashed a guilty smile, and the only response he received was a furious look.

"You're late." Taehyung whispered, shoving the papers they needed to study towards him.

"Sorry! My professor kept us for ten more minutes." Judging by Taehyung's expression, he didn't quite believe it. Luckyly (because they were screwed and had no time to fight over it), he received a slap on his shoulder as a warning.

They spent the next few hours reading notes and asking questions to each other until they were sure the information was ingrained in their brains. After putting away their things, they decided to walk to a nearby café, ordering hot drinks to warm them up in the late afternoon.

"So, are you staying here for Christmas?" Jeongguk asked, sipping his latte.

"My parents want me in Daegu." Taehyung replied, wrapping his long fingers around his cup. "And you?"

"I don't know yet. Jimin-hyung said he's staying here." he shrugged, uncertain about why he had shared that. Taehyung would use it against him in three, two, one...

"Aww. Want to keep him company?" Jeongguk rolled his eyes, pleased with his accurate prediction.

"Why not? Our parents don't care much about Christmas."

"Confess your feelings, it's disgusting to see you two pining." Taehyung murmured, placing the now-empty cup on the table.

"It’s not easy, hyung. I already told you I'm afraid of ruining our friendship, you know how I worry about that." Saying he was traumatized by his former roommate was an overstatement, but he feared Jimin would treat him differently as soon as he knew Jeongguk liked him.

At the moment he was happy about Jimin's ignorance.

"But is it worth it if I have to look at your puppy ​​face every time we talk about you liking him?"

"Hyung!"

"Okay, forget I said anything, I was trying to help you." Jeongguk huffed, finishing his coffee and looking at the clock.

He needed to go.

"Thank you. Now I'm going to pick Jimin-hyung up." he said, grabbing his backpack from his chair, standing up and putting it on.

"Geez, just ask him out already!" it was the last thing he heard before throwing away his trash and heading towards the exit.

He left and walked to the dance studio. Jimin spent most of his time there, practicing and perfecting choreographies he needed to perform for his professors. Besides studying theoretical aspects, the students also had practical exercises.

Jeongguk knew well what the pressure was like; being an art student along with Taehyung, the amount of drawings and paintings they had to submit each semester was insane. That’s why he often thought about dropping out.

He had no idea when he started picking Jimin up, but it became a habit. Since they lived off-campus, his classmates didn’t go in the same direction as him. The least Jeongguk could do was wait for him and accompany him to their apartment.

The happiness on Jimin’s face paid it off.

Jeongguk found him leaning against the building wall, receiving a heart-melting smile. Jimin was wearing a light yellow sweater and blue jeans, his hair hidden by a black beanie.

Cute.

Adorable.

Cuddlable.

Those words described him well.

"Hey, hyung." he greeted him with a side hug, pulling him along for their walk.

"Jeongguk-ah. How were your studies?" Jimin seemed genuinely curious, matching Jeongguk's pace.

"Surprisingly good. Tae-hyung decided to focus this time." Jeongguk joked, tilting his head to look him in the eyes. Their height difference was small, but sometimes he loved to tease his hyung about it.

"You two?? Focused??" Jimin teased, pinching Jeongguk's sides.

"I'm always focused."

"Yeah, right…"

"Hyung! Stop doubting me. Tae-hyung is the one who’s a brat." An indignant pout formed on his lips, and Jimin started giggling at the sight. Jeongguk's posture crumbled, and he chuckled along. They both knew Jeongguk was just as guilty. "But seriously, we really studied. I can’t fail."

"I'm sure you'll do great, Jeongguk-ah."

Jeongguk ignored his own blushing after hearing that.

Any praise from Jimin triggered this reaction.

They got into a random topic after that, talking about the day's events and what awaited them in the upcoming weeks. They arrived at their apartment minutes later, leaving their shoes at the entrance. Jeongguk suggested that Jimin should shower first since he rehearsed, and went to his room.

He laid down on his bed and informed Taehyung that he was home, promising that he would see him tomorrow at the exam. He scrolled through old messages and found three from his mother.

mom:

Jeongguk, are you coming during college break?

Let me know

Love you

He bit his lower lip, pondering what he should do. Leaving Jimin alone in their apartment during the most festive holiday of the year seemed like a terrible idea. His parents would hardly be bothered by his absence, and if he said he would see them for New Year's, they wouldn't mind it.

So he allowed his fingers to fly across the keyboard and type his decision:

me:

Mom, are you okay?

Unfortunately, I won't be going for Christmas, something came up

See you on New Year's?

Love you too <3

Trying not to feel too guilty, he locked the screen, hoping his mother would agree without asking questions.

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The results came out at the end of the week, and Jeongguk wanted to jump around his room in joy. His high grade meant that, if he did well on the next exam, he would pass with flying colours.

As soon as he found out, Jimin recommended a celebration on Saturday night. His friends confirmed their presence, and they arranged to meet at a bar they loved to go to. Taehyung, Hoseok, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Namjoon were already sitting when they arrived. Several glasses of soju and beer were around their table, along with french fries.

Jimin knew Hoseok from the dance department, and he graduated last year. Yoongi shared a class with Jimin when Jimin was still a freshman, having completed his music program two years ago. Seokjin and Namjoon were acquaintances of Yoongi, two seniors who worked at important companies.

The seven personalities were completely different, but in a strange way, they complemented each other. Jeongguk and Seokjin playfully wrestled every time they were together, and it was funny how the oldest of their group would slip back into being a child. Namjoon and Yoongi though, Jeongguk had deep conversations with, curious to know what life was like after finishing college. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung, extroverts at heart, made him loosen up with jokes and engage in relaxed chit-chats.

Jeongguk felt seen among them.

"Jeonggukie~" Hoseok's nasal voice reached his ears, and he barely had time to process his hyung's hug. Jung Hoseok's kryptonite was definitely alcohol, which took him down in no time and left him tipsy.

"Hyung!" he exclaimed, reciprocating his embrace and leaning away to talk to the others. Namjoon pointed to a chair next to him, and Jeongguk settled into it while Jimin finished greeting them. More drinks were placed on their table as the roommates arrived, and a conversation about each other's lives began.

"Is anyone staying for Christmas? We could have a little party." Seokjin suggested, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"I will." Jimin and Jeongguk said at the same time.

"You will?!" Jimin and Taehyung yelled together. Jeongguk shrugged, thanking the universe when neither of them pressed for details. He suspected they would approach him as soon as they were alone.

Namjoon and Hoseok revealed they would be visiting family, and Yoongi expressed that it would be a good idea since he would love to gather with them for Christmas. They made plans to meet at Seokjin's house on Christmas Eve, and Seokjin made each of them promise to bring gifts.

An hour later, Hoseok and Jimin decided to hit the dance floor.

"Let's go, Jeongguk-ah!" he called him, but Jeongguk was terrible at coordinating his body to move in a way as beautiful as Jimin's. Jeongguk had watched videos of his past performances and was breathless at how effortless he made it look.

He would embarrass himself if he followed them.

"I'll stay here. Have fun, hyung!" Jimin pursed his lips, forming a pout. However, he didn't try to convince Jeongguk otherwise, and he was relieved. 

He wouldn't be able to resist and say no.

After all, he was a lovesick fool.

Jimin nodded and waved goodbye, disappearing among the bodies with Hoseok following close behind.

"So... what do you mean you're staying in Seoul for Christmas?" Taehyung leaned over the table to accuse him, exactly how Jeongguk suspected he was going to. Namjoon and Yoongi had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and Seokjin went to the bar to get more drinks.

Jeongguk downed the last of what was on his glass to avoid answering him. He didn't want to explain himself and was tired of repeating himself: confessing his feelings would never happen.

"Jeongguk, I think you should make a move on Jimin."

"Hyung."

"I'm serious. I bet he likes you."

"We've been living together for a few months, there's no way he could like me."

"For God's sake!! You like him even though you've only known him for a short time. What a shitty argument, Guk."

"Shut up!"

That was the last thing he said before Namjoon and Yoongi settled back into their seats. Jeongguk ignored Taehyung's glances in his direction, and fifteen minutes later, Jimin reappeared with his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

Hoseok gripped Jimin's shoulders as they recovered, drinking water. Jeongguk watched him for a long while, noticing how sexy Jimin looked that way, disheveled, eyeliner smudged.

Jeongguk swallowed hard.

Control yourself.

The night ended shortly after, everyone saying goodbye while promising to keep in touch. Jimin and Jeongguk were hit by the cold breeze as they left, walking side by side with their arms brushing against each other.

Jimin seemed slightly drunk, but nothing too serious. Because of his high resistance, Jeongguk rarely saw him wasted. Jeongguk, in turn, drank a little bit, choosing to remain sober. Besides, he hated causing trouble for his hyungs. According to them, he became clingy and constantly asked for hugs.

A grimace formed on his face just thinking about it.

They didn’t talk, a comfortable silence between them, something that was common. He thought that, given his close friendship with Jimin, moments like this weren't awkward.

However, something unusual happened as soon as they arrived home.

Jimin took off his shoes while Jeongguk closed the door and did the same. Jeongguk looked up and found Jimin standing in the doorway, staring at him from head to toe.

"Like what you see?" he teased, smirking. He expected an equally amusing response, but was surprised by Jimin's low tone:

"Very much."

Several long seconds passed while Jeongguk's brain went into overdrive. He couldn't tell if it was a joke or if he was serious. He desperately wanted it to be true, that Jimin found him attractive enough to kiss him right there, but he doubted anything more would happen. 

It was hard to decipher Jimin's expression.

The tense moment dissipated when Jimin's phone chimed with a notification. Jeongguk cleared his throat and walked to their kitchen, filling a glass of water and ignoring the last two minutes.

He was hallucinating.

He must be.

Jimin looked up to wish him goodnight, then locked himself in his room. Jeongguk washed his glass before heading towards the bathroom. He needed to shower and start his routine: brush his teeth and do his skincare. 

But one thing kept running through his head:

What the hell was that??

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A few days later, another unusual episode occurred.

And this time, it was three times worse.

Jeongguk mentally thanked his professor for letting him out early. He could finally go home and be lazy. The campus was a few blocks away from their building, and that was one of the reasons Jeongguk wanted to live with Jimin in the first place. 

A short walk would get him to his destination.

He cautiously opened their apartment door, taking off his shoes and putting on his home slippers. Jeongguk dropped his backpack on the couch and headed towards the hallway, determined to spend the rest of his afternoon lying down. 

Jimin didn't seem to be there at the moment, so Jeongguk startled when he passed by Jimin’s bedroom and heard his name being called:

"Jeongguk-ah."

He was even more confused now because he hadn't said anything to Jimin and there was no way he could know Jeongguk was home. Worried, he pushed the door open, finding something unexpected.

Jimin was naked and lying on his back in the middle of his bed, holding one leg up. His expression was one of pure bliss: furrowed brows and parted lips, low sighs and moans escaping them. Despite the cold, sweat trickled down his forehead and his hair was scattered across the sheets. A pink object was inserted into his entrance, and even from a distance Jeongguk could see it was covered in lube.

Was that a vibrator?

Jeongguk quickly felt hot, the image etching into his brain, unlikely to be forgotten. Realizing he had clearly invaded Jimin's privacy and shouldn't be there, he retraced his steps, closing the door silently. He went to his own room and threw himself onto his bed, discovering that, since they shared walls, he could still hear him.

Jimin’s moans were high pitched, and Jeongguk didn't know whether to cry or to jerk off too. Desperate, he put his pillow over his head, muffling a scream.

The scene returned to his mind, and Jeongguk thought about how life loved to mess with him. The last thing he needed was to catch Jimin masturbating. As if liking his roommate wasn't enough, he also had to see Jimin’s flushed cheeks while pleasuring himself?

And...

Wait.

Jimin moaned his name, didn't he?

He moaned Jeongguk's name while using a vibrator??

What did that mean???

Jeongguk knew he was handsome; his features had matured considerably since his teenage years, and he maintained a defined physique thanks to his hours at the gym. Many people found his tattoos attractive, but he never imagined they would catch Jimin's attention.

Did he have a chance?

If he tried to woo Jimin, could he succeed?

Jeongguk brooded over it for so long that the afternoon turned into night, and he didn't even notice when Jimin was finished. His stomach began to rumble from the lack of food, and frustrated, he got up and walked to the kitchen. Jimin was sitting in the living room with a bowl full of yukgaejang.

It didn't even seem like hours ago he had a pink vibrator inside his private parts.

"Jeongguk? I thought you were out."

"Ah, hyung. The professor let us out early." he scratched the back of his neck, feeling it turn red.

"Did you get here long ago?"

"No..." Jeongguk decided to lie because he had no idea how long Jimin had been in the room for.

"Mmm." Jimin didn't seem to care, and Jeongguk felt relief run through his veins.

"I'm starving."

"There's yukgaejang in the microwave."

"Thank you, hyung."

After fetching it, he sat on the floor next to Jimin, watching television together. They remained silent, and Jeongguk was grateful because he thought he could say something stupid at any moment. Seeing Jimin there, dressed, face free of erotic expressions, brought a sense of normalcy.

But he knew that if he kept remembering the details, he would end up rock hard.

Fifteen minutes later, they were talking about random things, and Jeongguk relaxed again. When he went to sleep that night, he tried not to let filthy thoughts fill his head.

However, Jeongguk heard his moans and noisy vibrator, days later.

At first, he thought he was completely crazy, imagining things. But glancing at the clock beside his bed, which showed one in the morning, he deduced that it was a perfect time to masturbate.

Explicit images flashed through his mind, but he quickly put on his headphones and chose a random song, turning up the volume until it drowned out the outside noise. He needed to finish his homework, otherwise he wouldn't have time tomorrow.

Within minutes his fingers began to scribble a face in the corner of the page. He barely noticed, only realizing it when he let out a frustrated sigh for not getting the features right and making them look the way he wanted.

The sharp jaw and full lips gave away who it was, but he didn't care. He was only satisfied when a familiar expression stared back at him. Jeongguk suspected it would fade from his memory if he didn't register it.

Not feeling too guilty about it, he refocused on what he needed to do, answering the last two questions and emailing them to his professor. He turned everything off, lying down on the bed and mentally cursing himself for taking so long to fall asleep.

Damn horny thoughts.

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"Hey, Jeonggukie?" Taehyung appeared beside him in the cafeteria. It was incredibly busy: most of the students were arriving for lunch.

"Hi, hyung." he greeted back, sighing.

"What's with that face? Did you sleep well?"

Jeongguk simply couldn't tell Taehyung the truth: he kept creating scenarios in his head that involved invading Jimin's room, grabbing him by his waist, kissing his soft skin, and fucking him right there on his mattress.

"Not really." he chose to answer.

"Did something happen?"

Jeongguk wanted so badly to confess that the image of Jimin with his legs wide open was replaying in his mind, but he didn’t want to come off as a pervert.

"I was working on an assignment yesterday." he decided to tell a half-truth. If he didn't give a convincing answer, Taehyung would nag him.

"Shit. Which one?" Jeongguk quickly reassured him, informing that it wasn't from a class they shared.

Kim Taehyung was an extremely charismatic person, a captivating smile and magnetic personality. He was the one who approached Jeongguk and started a conversation two years ago. Jeongguk knew he could count on him for anything, but this matter was confidential. He couldn't expose his roommate, it was too intimate. But he needed his advice on how to approach Jimin, especially after the like-what-you-see-? moment.

"Look, I thought about confessing to Jimin-hyung." he revealed, instantly regretting it as he watched Taehyung's sly smile.

"Seriously??" his friend clapped, jumping around Jeongguk who was waiting in line.

"Lower your voice!!" he reprimanded, grabbing the collar of his coat and pulling him closer.

"Sorry! Did something happen?" Taehyung whispered this time, and Jeongguk found his effort to not seem too excited about the news adorable.

"No."

"I'll buy your lie for now. Continue." Jeongguk rolled his eyes, hating that Taehyung knew him so well. He pondered about the best way to express his concerns.

"What's the best way to approach him?" he asked, insecure. Usually, Jeongguk was the one being flirted with and he followed his instincts to charm whoever it was. 

But those people weren't Jimin.

"I'm sure if you ask him to talk, he'll accept it." Taehyung said, getting a sandwich and juice as soon as it was his turn. Jeongguk followed him.

"But how do I tell him how I feel without sounding like an idiot?" he murmured, scratching the back of his neck and heading towards the table where they usually sat. He settled into his chair and unwrapped his lunch, taking a bite.

"Guk, Jimin doesn't seem like the type who would make fun of you. Tell him how you feel and hope for the best."

It was both great and terrible advice.

Jeongguk's anxiety skyrocketed at the mere thought of declaring his attraction to Jimin. But he needed to get over his shyness and find out if he had a chance. His life could change if he confessed: what if Jimin liked him too?

"Do you like what you see?"

"Very much."

These signs seemed concrete and were his only hope. He needed to know.

However, Jeongguk only had an opportunity to talk to Jimin weeks later. With exams and daily rush, Jimin was either tired or sleeping. He didn't have the courage to bother him. So, he buried his confession deep in his chest.

It happened on Christmas Eve.

The day of Seokjin’s gathering had arrived, Jeongguk and Jimin shared an Uber to his house. Snow fell steadily on the streets, forming white carpets on the sidewalks. Jeongguk loved the cold weather because it was a perfect excuse to wear all the fancy clothes he owned.

Seokjin opened the door with a wide smile, inviting them inside and hugging them. Yoongi was already sitting on the couch, drinking wine, and Jeongguk assumed it was to warm him up.

He was eager to see his hyungs' reaction to the gifts he brought and carefully placed them under the decorated tree in the corner of the room. Jimin imitated him, nudging him in the ribs with his elbow.

"I still can't believe you didn't let me see what you bought." he reminded him while pouting, and Jeongguk's heart melted at his adorable expression. Jimin was wearing a red sweater, along with jeans and a beanie, which accentuated his cuteness.

Even though Jimin didn't celebrate Christmas, his enthusiasm was visible through his choice of clothing.

"That isn't as much fun, hyung!"

"It doesn't matter! We're roommates, it shouldn't be a secret." Jeongguk laughed, saying that the mystery would end soon.

"What do you guys want to drink? Dinner's ready, we were just waiting for you." Seokjin returned after putting Jimin and Jeongguk's heavy coats on the coat rack.

"We want what Yoongi-hyung is having." Jimin answered for both of them, looking at Jeongguk in confirmation and receiving a nod. Seokjin smiled and retrieved the glasses from a nearby cabinet, pouring their drink. Jimin sat next to Yoongi and hugged him by his shoulders. "Merry Christmas, hyung!" he said, receiving an unsatisfied grunt as a response. Jeongguk joined in, wrapping his arms around his waist and inviting Jimin to squeeze him between them until their cheeks touched.

Laughter filled the space as Yoongi grimaced, trying to push them away. A camera shutter was heard and the trio stopped immediately, finding Seokjin with his phone in hand, taking pictures. Yoongi complained even more, managing to free himself and isolating himself in an armchair.

The roommates continued chuckling, taking their glasses from the coffee table and sipping it. Jeongguk then noticed Seokjin's dining table adorned with Christmas elements: a snowflake-patterned tablecloth, a small Santa Claus and red bowls. From afar, he could identify the food: japchae, teeokguk, bulgogi, and kimchi.

They started a conversation about their past few weeks, catching up. At one point, they decided to have a video call with Taehyung, Namjoon and Hoseok, who were absent. The seven of them wished each other a Merry Christmas, everyone showing off their parents’ home decorations. Pets also made a special appearance.

Soon Jimin, Jeongguk, Seokjin, and Yoongi gathered for the (delicious, by the way) Christmas dinner, filling their plates and humming along to the song playing in the background (Seokjin insisted on connecting his phone to the speaker after they finished the call).

"Time for presents!" Seokjin exclaimed after they put the dishes in the sink, retrieving them from under the tree and scattering them on the floor. Seokjin searched for the ones with his name on them, opening them one by one.

Jeongguk had bought the wristwatch he'd wanted for ages. When he saw his expression light up, Jeongguk realized how much he loved making people happy. Yoongi opened his gift next, a brand new equipment for his studio. He thanked Jeongguk immensely for his thoughtfulness. Jimin received a set of galaxy-themed accessories: two silver rings (sun and moon) and a necklace with Libra’s constellation, Jimin's zodiac sign. He knew Jimin liked astrology, even if he didn't quite believe it.

When he finally unwrapped his own gifts, he found two games he was dying to play, courtesy of Seokjin, a wireless headset from Yoongi, and a new art supplies kit from Jimin. He thought it was charming that his roommate had noticed Jeongguk was running out.

He fell a little more in love.

After their exchange, they continued drinking wine and snacking on the leftovers. They decided to entertain themselves with several rounds of UNO, and Jimin and Jeongguk suggested playing in pairs. During the game, Jeongguk noticed Jimin's fingers sliding down his arm and neck, his hands casually resting on his thigh. It was so natural that it almost went unnoticed, but his body reacted to his discreet touches. He tried to concentrate, but it was hard with Jimin so close.

He needed to be honest with him.

Urgently.

As soon as midnight struck, they wished each other Merry Christmas again, and in less than ten minutes they started getting ready to go home. Jimin and Jeongguk said goodbye while hugging them, getting into their Uber with dinner’s lunchboxes and waving through the window.

Jeongguk’s phone vibrated in his pocket, reminding him of his ignored messages. He replied to some of them, sending a sequence of emojis to his mother and emphasizing that he would see her during New Year's. 

A text from Taehyung popped up right away.

taehyung:

have you talked to him yet?????

Jeongguk didn't need to be a genius to know what it was about.

me:

soon

taehyung:

romantic christmas atmosphere!! confess your feelings!!

me:

better tomorrow

we're really tired

taehyung:

jesus, how many excuses are you going to come up with?

me:

yes, today is jesus' birthday!! don't say His name in vain

taehyung:

🖕

Jeongguk chuckled softly, locking his phone screen. The car stopped in front of their apartment, and the two thanked the driver before getting out. They rode the elevator in silence, and Jeongguk observed his appearance in the mirror: messy hair and tired eyes. Although he appreciated the company of his friends, gatherings that required social interaction usually left him exhausted.

As soon as they reached their floor, Jimin opened the door and took off his shoes, placing his gifts on the armchair and grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen. Jeongguk threw himself onto the couch and leaned his head back. From where he was, he could see Jimin's Adam's apple gulping it down. Scenarios crossed his mind, involving memories from earlier: fingers caressing his thigh, arms, and neck.

Taking a deep breath and deciding that the little alcohol in his body was enough to give him courage, he called out to Jimin:

"Hyung?"

"Hmm?"

"I need to tell you something."

"I'm all ears."

"Can you come over here?" Jimin nodded, seemingly noticing that Jeongguk was being serious. He settled in, resting his hand on his chin and staring at Jeongguk. Jeongguk wiped his palms on his pants, nervousness taking over him. "Well... it's just that..." he began, not looking at Jimin. He would become more anxious if he did. But Jimin had other plans, grasping his jaw and forcing them to meet eyes. 

Jeongguk swallowed hard. 

Once again he realized how pretty Jimin was. Every feature of his face made him unfairly gorgeous. And his personality, god, he was in love with every aspect of it. Jimin doesn't seem like the type who would make fun of you. Tell him how you feel and hope for the best. He remembered Taehyung's words, which prompted him to confess: 

"I like you. Like, I like you more than a friend and—"

Soft lips slot into his.

At first, Jeongguk remained paralyzed, trying to process everything that happened in the last few seconds. But their kiss was brief, and Jimin pulled away, smiling as he brushed Jeongguk’s locks from his forehead.

"You're too cute, Guk. I couldn't resist." he whispered, running his fingers through Jeongguk's hair. The nickname made his heart race. "I like you too. I thought that was clear after that night at the bar..."

"So you did flirt with me..." despite being perplexed, he teased, hearing his favorite laugh echo in his ears.

"It's impossible not to like you, silly. You’re perfect." he revealed, biting the corner of his mouth.

Jeongguk was going to die.

Jesus, the birthday boy, could prepare his little corner in heaven.

"Hyung!"

"I'm serious. Sorry for taking too long to tell you, I wasn't sure if it'd be okay since you were settling in. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Jimin seemed genuinely upset, but Jeongguk tried to comfort him:

"It's okay. I'm happy that I know you feel the same now." he said, leaning in to snuggle against Jimin's torso. Jimin promptly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. An overwhelming desire to stay just like this invaded him, and his thoughts slipped out before he could regret it: "Can we sleep together?" Jimin remained quiet, and despite his sleepiness, Jeongguk deduced that he was probably trying to decipher what that meant. "Just sleep!! No fooling around, hyung. We're tired." Jimin's laughter sent a wave of relief through his veins.

Jeongguk really wanted to.

But they had wine and needed to rest.

"Your bed or mine?"

"Mine."

"Okay."

Jimin and Jeongguk went through their nightly routines, putting on comfortable pajamas and wrapping themselves in the blanket. Jeongguk buried his face in Jimin's chest and hugged him around his waist, whispering "goodnight" and being overcome by fatigue.

Before falling asleep, he felt lips brush against his temple.

He woke up the next day because of the sunlight streaming through the curtain. He opened his eyes and found out he was alone, bed empty. He got up, scanning his room and confirming Jimin's absence. It was unlikely that he had run away; after all, they lived together. Therefore, he decided to go to the kitchen, finding him in a pink hoodie that covered halfway down his thighs, a reindeer headband, and fluffy white stockings that reached his knees.

He was impressed by his own ability to be even more attracted to Jimin.

Merry Christmas to me.

Jeongguk approached and hugged him from behind, nuzzling his neck and tightening his arms around his waist. Jimin simply smiled at him, continuing to stir the eggs in the pan.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Mmm, good morning. What time is it?"

"Almost ten."

Jeongguk nodded, deciding to help prepare breakfast by setting the necessary utensils on their table. The conversation flowed naturally, and he couldn't believe that Jimin was there in front of him, acting like they were boyfriends.

At some point they went to the living room and agreed to watch Christmas movies. Jeongguk loved romantic clichés. He could later confidently say that something similar had happened to him.

Jimin rested his head on Jeongguk's shoulder, and Jeongguk wrapped his hands around his hips. The position was comfortable, and for the first fifty minutes of the movie, everything went well.

Until Jimin absentmindedly began to caress Jeongguk's abs inside his shirt. He traced a path to his navel, sending shivers down his skin.

"Jeongguk-ah?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" Jeongguk looked away from the television to find Jimin already staring at him. And now that he thought about it... they hadn't kissed since yesterday. He realized that their peck hadn’t been enough, and the tension between them intensified. He desperately wanted to relive the sensation of soft lips against his, so he nodded.

Jimin settled on the couch, burying his fingers in his hair and moving closer after receiving permission. At first, it was delicate, almost imperceptible, but the build-up soon made him move forward, tracing Jimin's lower lip with his tongue. Jimin allowed them to intertwine, and Jeongguk instinctively tightened his grip on his waist, pulling him to sit on his lap. The moan that reached his ears was divine, and they continued kissing for long minutes: mouths exploring skin, teeth leaving bruises, hands squeezing flesh.

Jimin began to roll his hips, the slow drag driving Jeongguk insane. His body control was enviable. Every now and then Jeongguk forced him down, allowing their crotches to rub.

"Jeongguk-ah, take me to my room?" Jimin whispered between pecks, panting. His pleading convinced him, carrying him through their apartment and laying him on his bed. Suddenly, images from weeks ago flooded his mind, and Jeongguk had to stop what he was doing. He gripped his head, closing his eyes tightly.

Shit, shit, shit...

"Jeongguk?" they both sat up on the mattress, Jimin wearing a worried expression.

"Hyung, I need to tell you something."

"Another confession?" Jimin smiled, referencing their previous night and intertwining their fingers in an attempt to comfort him.

It worked.

"Yeah. First of all, it was unintentional. I must have seen it for about ten seconds and then I left..."

"What happened?" his voice softened, showing that he wouldn't accuse him until he heard the rest of the story. Jeongguk took a deep breath.

"There was this one time you were masturbating... and I opened your door after you called my name... but I swear I didn't know..." he explained, staring at the wall behind Jimin as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"What exactly did you see?" Jimin tilted his head to the side, seeking Jeongguk's gaze, who refused to stare at him.

"You were lying in bed on your back... a pink vibrator inside you... moaning..." he could feel his cheeks burning. Jeongguk turned his face away: he didn't want to see the look of disgust that awaited him.

"Really? And what did you think about it?" Jimin’s tone became smug. Confused, Jeongguk examined him, finding a smirk, as if Jimin were amused. "It's okay! I don't mind if you saw me like that." Jeongguk watched him for a few seconds, doubting his words. Jimin seemed to understand his hesitation, so he clutched their fingers together to indicate his sincerity.

He really wasn't upset.

At the same time as he felt relieved, he decided to play Jimin's game.

"It was super sexy, hyung. I dream about it from time to time… I get turned on because of it." he answered his previous question, choosing to tell the truth to keep the mood. "Learning that you moan my name while touching yourself… bet you thought about us fucking, hm? It drove me crazy, hyung."

"Yeah?" Jimin whispered, and Jeongguk nodded. He wanted to know what went through his head during those intimate moments so he could recreate them and prove they were far better than his fantasies.

"Yeah…" he confirmed, placing his free hand on Jimin’s face and caressing it as if it were a rare piece of art.

"You drive me crazy. I had to hold myself back several times to not jump on you." Jimin revealed, making Jeongguk's heart leap in his chest. Having verbal confirmation that his crush/roommate was attracted to him seemed surreal.

"Good to know." he said, sliding his thumb across Jimin's cheek and staring at him, fascinated. The delicate eyelashes, the pink of his full lips, and the cute nose: everything was absurdly beautiful.

Jimin brought his attention back to reality by kissing the inside of his wrist, smiling mischievously. He pulled away and knelt on the mattress.

"Want to watch me again, Jeongguk-ah?" he inquired, triggering short circuits in Jeongguk's brain.

"Seriously?"

"Grab my lube and any vibrator from the last drawer." he commanded, stepping back to take off his hoodie and reindeer headband. But Jimin's Christmas outfit was perfect and matched too well, so Jeongguk's hand stopped him.

"Don't take anything off. I want to watch you like this." Jeongguk pleaded, earning a smile from Jimin, who adjusted himself on his bed and waited patiently. Then Jeongguk obeyed, stumbling upon an arsenal of sex toys. Different kinds of vibrators, anal plugs, and dildos invaded his vision.

Jeongguk gasped.

"Looks like I also have a confession to make." Jimin commented casually as he raised his hands above his head, causing his hoodie to ride up and reveal soft skin.

He tried not to get distracted.

"Confession?"

"I'm a YouTuber. And I upload videos reviewing sex toys." he announced, biting his lower lip.

Jeongguk stopped breathing.

How couldn’t he suspect this? They had shared their apartment for months and he didn't know that Jimin masturbated frequently. Never heard anything before that afternoon.

After all, he needed to test all products, right?

Maybe he was too dense.

"You became 10% more attractive." Jeongguk said, thinking about how sexy it was that Jimin was confident enough to buy these taboo items, record videos about them, and post his opinions.

Jimin chuckled, rolling his eyes and encouraging Jeongguk to choose a vibrator. He picked up a large one, trying not to daydream about what it would feel like to be inside Jimin. 

He would cum at any moment if he let himself wonder.

"Pull up a chair and enjoy my show."

Jeongguk dragged his seat, watching Jimin play with his own nipples under his clothes. Only then did Jeongguk notice his panties, the same pink shade as his hoodie. Right there, he discovered that he was attracted to men in lingerie.

That damn white stockings completed his look.

Jimin became breathless, gliding his nails across his skin and occasionally caressing his own cock. Jeongguk watched the fabric dampen because of his pre-cum as he pleasured himself.

Jimin spread lube on his fingers, pushing his panties aside so he could put them in his hole. He lifted his leg and hugged it close to his chest, showing off his flexibility. 

If Jeongguk got harder when he realized he could move Jimin’s body however he wanted, nobody needed to know.

He inserted his index first, and for the initial minutes, only Jimin's low sighs could be heard. He seemed relaxed even though all attention was on him. He slipped a second finger, scissoring them together. Jeongguk kept track of Jimin's reactions, memorizing the meaning of each tremor. It didn't take long for a third to join in, creating an obscene and wet sound.

Jeongguk's heart was beating so fast he thought he would die during foreplay.

Cause of death: partner too hot.

Nice way to go.

"Ah! Found it..." Jimin groaned a little louder, his prostate getting the attention it deserved. Jeongguk gripped his chair, eager to replace Jimin's fingers with his own. He wanted to touch him, and despite the lack of conversation, he knew there was an unspoken rule preventing him.

When Jimin was satisfied, he removed his fingers and picked up his vibrator, soaking it with lube. He positioned it, and as soon as he began to slip it in, their eyes met. Jimin's lips formed an "O", no noise escaping him. 

Their staring aroused Jeongguk even more.

Jimin's head fell back on his pillow, and Jeongguk looked at his rim stretching. His thighs and legs trembled, and finally a satisfied groan escaped his throat.

That was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed in his life.

Jimin turned it on and began moving it in a slow, back-and-forth rhythm. His eyebrows furrowed as they had the first time Jeongguk caught him masturbating, sending shivers down his spine.

Jimin let it slide all the way in, reaching his prostate as he desired. His toes curled inside his socks, the intense pleasure evident in his body language. If Jeongguk paid attention closely, he could see his muscles spasming.

Jimin decided to free his cock from his underwear, jerking off at the same speed as he moved his toy. His hands slipped because of the lube, and there was nothing more erotic than watching someone desperate to cum.

Jimin was turned on by Jeongguk's presence.

It was obvious.

And incredibly satisfying for Jeongguk.

Minutes later, Jeongguk couldn't wait any longer, eager to put his hands on Jimin. He stopped resisting and stood up from his chair, covering Jimin’s body with his own, grabbing his thighs and spreading them apart to watch his rim.

Fuck…

Jeongguk leaned down to kiss his stomach, moving up his torso and licking his nipples. He looked into Jimin’s eyes and saw dilated pupils, lust filling him. Finding out that Jimin wanted him as much as he wanted him made his brain spin with possibilities. 

Scenarios involving these toys and many others. 

Jeongguk joined their mouths, moving Jimin's hand away from his vibrator so he could control its rhythm. He pulled it all the way and pushed it in again, again and again until Jimin lost the ability to reciprocate their kiss, moaning loudly.

Jimin’s other hand continued to touch his cock and Jeongguk, surprised by his own dominance, grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the mattress. Jimin let out a sigh, a mix of frustration and submission, which made Jeongguk feel confident.

He pulled away to face him and smiled at what he found: Jimin was breathing heavily, his hair messy, his cheeks red, and his neck bruised. Knowing he was responsible for this stirred something primal in Jeongguk, so he moved the toy faster, eager to see him surrender.

Jimin gasped in shock.

"Jeongguk... I'm going to—"

Jeongguk shook his head, turning it off, putting it aside, and taking off his own clothes. Jimin's annoyed expression didn't stay on for too long; he opened his arms and wrapped his legs around Jeongguk’s hips.

"You better fuck me, Jeon Jeongguk." Jeongguk sealed it with a quick kiss, asking about the condom. Jimin said he would find it in his drawer. As soon as he put it on and lubed himself up, Jimin flipped them over on his bed, ending up on top. He looked impatient, and he sent a mischievous wink at Jeongguk's direction, fitting his cock into his rim and slowly sitting down.

Jeongguk groaned, squeezing his knee as Jimin's ass nestled him effortlessly. Jimin placed his hands on his chest and began to move up and down as soon as he felt ready, starting a sloppy rhythm.

Jeongguk thought he was going to have a heart attack: Jimin was focused, hoodie following his movements. By pulling back the hem of it, he could see the fabric of his pink panties highlighting his slim waist, and the white stockings, his sculpted thighs. As if it was a miracle, the headband remained between Jimin's hair, and the sight gave him an idea.

While Jimin worked, Jeongguk pulled the end of his hoodie and brought it to his lips, indicating that he wanted him to bite. Jimin agreed without question, and Jeongguk brought his own fingers to his mouth, covering them with saliva. Once he was satisfied, he guided them to Jimin's nipples, pinching and scratching them. The reaction was immediate: Jimin's eyes rolled back and his teeth clenched even tighter on the cloth.

As he put into action what he had observed earlier, pride filled his chest.

For a few minutes, Jimin's moans were muffled as Jeongguk teased him, occasionally thrusting upwards and meeting him mid-way. At one point, Jimin's legs trembled, betraying his exhaustion.

"Let's switch positions, hyung." he suggested, and Jimin agreed. Jeongguk pulled out of him and manhandled him face down on the bed. Jimin arched his back, and the sight of that perfect ass wearing pink lingerie could be considered the most arousing thing he had ever witnessed.

Jeongguk slapped him, the sound echoing through the room and followed by a moan. Jeongguk got inside him again without a warning, gripping his waist (which would soon be full of marks) and thrusting forcefully once more.

Jimin reached for one of his wrists and held onto it, the contrast between his small hand and his own provoking extremely indecent thoughts. Jimin’s free fingers resumed to masturbate himself at the same speed as Jeongguk’s powerful thrusts.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, the sound of his abs colliding with Jimin's ass joining the beautiful melody they were creating. Jeongguk pulled his hoodie aside so he could hold his hips firmly and go deeper.

Jimin's back was a true work of art. His muscles tightening at each stroke, his Venus’ dimples seeming sculpted by Michelangelo himself… Jeongguk squeezed one of them with his thumb, listening to Jimin gasp.

"Sensitive, huh?"

Jimin didn't answer, worried about his orgasm. Jeongguk focused on that, and gradually noticed the physical signs that Jimin was almost there. He covered Jimin's hand to help him jerk off, leaning in to whisper praise into his ear. Jimin submitted to pleasure instantly, body convulsing as he stained his sheets. 

Jeongguk came right afterwards, encouraged by Jimin clenching around him.

While they recovered from their intense sex, Jeongguk nosed Jimin's head, placing a kiss on his temple and murmuring are you okay?. Jimin nodded, and Jeongguk leaned away, laying Jimin on his side and finding bruises everywhere.

A smug smile bloomed on his lips.

He tied the condom and threw it in the trash can, watched by Jimin the whole time.

"What are you laughing at?" Jimin teased, beckoning him with his fingers. Jeongguk grabbed a towel from his closet and approached, sitting on the bed and cleaning him up as best as he could.

"Nothing." he decided to keep his thoughts to himself, and Jimin just raised his eyebrows. Jeongguk put his boxer back on and laid down in front of him. "I didn't know you wore lingerie." he changed the subject, curious to know details.

"Mmm, I don't. This was my Christmas present for you."

"Fuck…" Jimin just shrugged, taking off his reindeer headband and placing it on the dresser. "You're gonna kill me." Jeongguk scolded him, earning a giggle.

A giggle.

"I'm worth dying for."

"I agree." Jeongguk tucked Jimin's unruly locks behind his ear, gently pinching his earlobe before placing his hand on his own chest. "And now?" he murmured, hoping Jimin would understand the meaning of his question.

How would they proceed from here?

Would they remain friends? Would they date? Would they become boyfriends?

"I have a proposal." Jeongguk tilted his head, interested. "What do you think about meeting my parents in New Year's? I can meet yours too, if you want."

Jeongguk paused, analyzing what that meant. Jimin was clearly giving them an opening to try and start a serious relationship. Introducing him to his parents was a huge step, even if nothing was official. Going to Busan also meant he would get to know Jimin through a different perspective, one he wasn't used to.

He perked up just thinking about the possibility of seeing baby pictures of Jimin.

But worries crossed his mind: what if Jimin's parents didn't like him? What if they said he wasn't good enough and that he should never be involved with Jimin?

Jeongguk frowned.

"I can hear you thinking, Jeongguk-ah. Relax, I can just introduce you as my roommate." Jimin stroked his face, always perceptive to his feelings. And because of their friendship, he wanted to throw himself into this adventure. As long as Jimin supported him, he would face anything.

"Hyung, I'd love to meet your parents."

"Okay." Jimin leaned in to kiss his nose, then settled back on his pillow.

A thought crossed Jeongguk's mind.

"Why do you use that ridiculously noisy vibrator at 1 a.m?" Jimin's eyes widened, offended and embarrassed at the same time.

"It's—it's my favorite!" he stammered, hiding his face between his hands.

"Hyung, you literally have an arsenal of vibrators! You could choose any one." he joked, amused at Jimin's expense and his sudden shyness.

"Hey, I'm the toy expert here. It's the best one, that's all." Jimin retorted, pulling his fingers away and directing them to tickle him.

Jeongguk chuckled.

🎄🎄

Three days later, they boarded the train to Busan.

The plan was for them to go home first and then set a date to visit each other. Jeongguk rested his head on Jimin's shoulder while Jimin read a book during their trip. Music played through Jeongguk's headphones, but at a low volume so as not to disturb him.

Despite exchanging a few words, the hours passed quickly. Upon arriving at the station, Jimin and Jeongguk said goodbye, promising to stay in touch.

Jeongguk's brother was waiting for him outside, in the car.

"Hyung!" he greeted, getting into the vehicle and hugging him. They soon drove away, and Jeongguk shared about college, Jimin, and his new apartment, hoping his lovestruck expression wouldn't give him away.

But judging by his brother's raised eyebrows, he had failed.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at their parents’ house, where Jeongguk spent his childhood and teenage years. Nothing had changed: it still had greenish walls and a low fence.

The couple sitting outside looked up, curious to see who had parked. Upon noticing Jeongguk getting out of the car, they stood up, hugging him when he approached.

"Jeonggukie, welcome home." his mother said, squeezing him in her small arms.

"Hi, mom. Hi, dad." he greeted, being led inside and placing his backpack in his old bedroom. As Jeongguk returned to the living room, he found a bowl full of fruits waiting for him.

"How was the trip?" his father asked, sitting on the couch and gesturing to Jeongguk to sit beside him.

"Fine. I just slept."

"I hope you're resting well after classes." his mother reprimanded, worried.

"Everything's fine, Jiminie-hyung takes good care of me." he blurted out, bringing the sweet slices to his mouth and chewing them.

"Jiminie-hyung, huh?" his brother commented teasingly. Jeongguk shrugged, explaining further:

"My new roommate, I moved in a few months ago."

"I'm glad your hyung takes care of you. I'd love to meet this young man and thank him personally." his mother confessed, giving Jeongguk the perfect opening to reveal his plans.

"About that... He's also from Busan, and we arrived together today. We were planning on meeting each other's parents." he said as he finished eating, placing the bowl on the coffee table.

"Oh, that would be great! We can do it tomorrow." 

"Okay, I'll talk to him."

They changed subject, and Jeongguk recounted the past few weeks and how Christmas went (omitting, of course, the incredible sex he had). His parents retrieved his presents from their room and made him open them all, Jeongguk loving to be pampered.

Afterwards, he was allowed to rest, using the time before his nap to sort out the schedule with Jimin, reaching an agreement and making plans for the next day. Jeongguk changed his clothes and laid down, so tired that he fell asleep and only woke up in the morning to a knock on his door.

"Breakfast, Jeonggukie."

"I'm coming!"

He put on sweatpants and a hoodie, went downstairs, joined his family at the table, and enjoyed his mother's wonderful cooking. He finished everything in a few minutes, hungry. There was a certain nostalgia in reuniting with them and savouring familiar flavors. He told his parents that Jimin would be arriving soon, and after their meal, his father urged him to help fix the kitchen sink. They finished when the doorbell rang, signaling Jimin's arrival. His mother opened the door, greeting him with a kind smile.

Jeongguk appeared behind her, admiring Jimin and his beauty. His hair was hidden underneath a black beanie, and he was wearing a winter jacket. "Good afternoon, hyung." Jeongguk hugged him, inhaling his scent and calming his heart, which ached with longing.

"Come in, Jimin." his mother invited, the five of them spreading out in the living room seats after Jeongguk's father offered Jimin a cup of tea.

"So you're the one who takes care of my Jeonggukie in Seoul?" his mother inquired, looking from her son to Jimin. They sat in the same seat, Jeongguk on the arm of the furniture.

"Ah, we can say that." Jimin blushed, his red cheeks adding a certain charm.

"I wanted to thank you for that, Jimin." his father acknowledged, sounding genuinely grateful. His parents worried a lot, which was normal, especially since Jeongguk was the youngest and lived in another city. His brother remained in Busan, but in a different house. Even so, he stayed close, unlike Jeongguk. Therefore, he understood the apprehension towards him.

"Don't mention it. He's a sweetheart." Jimin gazed at Jeongguk, and he ventured to say it was an affectionate look. He wanted to kiss him right there in front of everyone, but he held back because it wasn't the right time.

During the afternoon, his family got to know Jimin, asking about his routine. Jimin answered every question they threw his way, charming everyone with his endearing personality.

Soon it was time for Jimin to leave and for Jeongguk to join him for dinner. After saying goodbye, they got into Jimin's dad's car, and before he could even say anything, Jeongguk pecked his lips.

He'd wanted to kiss him ever since he saw him walk through the door.

"Did you miss me?" from his teasing tone, Jeongguk knew he expected a cheeky answer, but he decided to be honest:

"A lot. I thought about you all morning."

"Stop being silly." Jimin's face flushed again, and to hide it, he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Really, hyung." he argued while pouting and crossing his arms. If he needed to play the corny role in their relationship, he would. Especially to see Jimin grin at him.

"I didn't expect you to be so romantic, Jeongguk-ah." he confessed, reaching out to take Jeongguk's hand and kiss his fingers.

"Just wait until we start dating." he teased him, knowing full well that things would get worse from there. Jeongguk was completely smitten with Jimin and would do anything to make him happy. 

Jimin smiled, driving through the streets of Busan.

Jeongguk got nervous when they stopped near the sidewalk, the insecurities of his subconscious resurfacing like hungry beasts. Suddenly, the idea of ​​meeting the parents of the man he liked was terrifying, and the desire to please them was enormous.

"Everything will be alright." Jimin squeezed his shoulder, always attentive to Jeongguk's inner chaos. He gave Jeongguk a quick peck and got out, waiting for him. Jeongguk remained stunned in his seat, but he loved that he had gained a little courage through their kiss.

Jimin's parents were as kind as his own, telling him to make himself at home. He could see where Jimin had gotten that warm smile from, the one that could make him dizzy.

The conversations were pretty similar to those with Jeongguk's parents, and he became less anxious when he realized he could answer their questions without much trouble. To his delight, he managed to convince Jimin's mother to show him photos of Jimin as a child and Jeongguk almost burst with love. 

At the end, he offered to help wash the dishes, and Jimin's father made a comment that sounded a lot like an approval:

"I hope you two will be happy."

And so the last days of December passed by, Jimin and Jeongguk escaping to meet and explore their city together. Every now and then they visited places that were part of their childhood, reminiscing about unforgettable moments.

Right now, they were walking hand in hand on the beach, and despite the cold, the sun was out, its rays glistening on the waves. Luckily, it wasn't snowing. Jimin stopped to spread out a blanket, inviting Jeongguk to sit down. Jimin snuggled up beside him, and they stared at the horizon in silence for a few minutes.

Jimin was the first to speak:

"I think we should make our relationship official." it was something Jeongguk wanted to hear so badly. After their last days (which seemed like a dream), he longed to be able to call Jimin his.

"Mmm, I agree." Jeongguk hugged his waist, kissing his temple. Jimin lifted his head to look at him.

"Will you be my boyfriend, then?" he whispered the question, and the glint in Jimin's eyes gave away his affection for Jeongguk. 

Jeongguk was certain right there that he wanted to spend his whole life with him.

"Are you sure you want to date me?" he teased, trying to break the tension.

That was their dynamic.

"I'm asking, aren't I?" Jimin protested, frowning and slapping his chest.

"I love to see you pouting." Jeongguk revealed, chuckling softly at his expression.

"Will you accept it or not?" Jimin ignored him, waiting for his answer while fidgeting his fingers.

Despite wanting to lighten the mood, Jeongguk understood how important this moment was. So, he decided to spare him, convinced that their future was bright.

"Of course I will."

On New Year's, their families gathered to celebrate, and at midnight, Jeongguk glued his lips to his boyfriend's, promising himself that the upcoming months and years would be dedicated to their love.

Because he knew that Jimin would be his happiness forever.