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Jimin lay in the bed, IV drip connected, face pale but peaceful in sleep. Jungkook quietly walked to the chair beside the bed, sitting down with a soft sigh. His eyes softened as he took in Jimin's sleeping face.

He gently reached forward and brushed the hair off his forehead.

"I should've picked up the first call..." he whispered. "I should've made sure you ate properly before I left..."

He sat there for hours, not moving, just watching over him.

Until Jimin's fingers twitched slightly, and his eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Jungkook...?"

Jungkook leaned in immediately. "Hey. I'm here."

Jimin looked confused. "Did I... faint?"

Jungkook nodded, his voice low but firm. "You did. You scared me to death, you idiot."

"I'm sorry..." Jimin whispered.

"No. I should be the one saying sorry," Jungkook replied, brushing his fingers lightly against Jimin's hand. "You don't have to do everything alone, okay? You have me now."

Jimin looked at him with tired, glassy eyes.

And for a long second, neither said anything more.

"I'll get us some food," Jungkook said breaking the silence. "Wait here. And don't even think about moving."

Jimin nodded weakly, lips slightly pouted. "Okay..."

A few minutes later, Jungkook returned with two takeout boxes in his hands.

He placed them on the bedside table, opened the first one and handed it to Jimin. "Here-salad. Light and easy to digest."

Jimin blinked at the green leaves and vegetables, unimpressed.

Then Jungkook opened his own box-steaming hot stir-fried noodles and grilled meat, the scent instantly filling the room.

Jimin stared.

And pouted.

"I don't want salad," he muttered. "I want yours."

Jungkook blinked. "No way. This stuff is greasy. You're still recovering, Jimin-ah. Eat light food."

"But-" Jimin's voice trembled as he clutched the fork in one hand, dramatically turning his back and quietly sniffling. "You're so mean..."

"Don't guilt-trip me with those fake tears."

"They're not fake," Jimin said, voice wobbling as he sniffled again.

Jungkook sighed loudly, pretending to be annoyed. "Fine. One small bite. Only one. Got it?"

Jimin turned around immediately, face lighting up like a puppy finally getting a treat.

Jungkook picked up a small piece of meat with his chopsticks and brought it toward Jimin's lips. "Okay. Now just-small bite. Half."

Jimin nodded innocently, opening his mouth.

But instead of taking half, he quickly chomped down the entire piece of meat and chewed with a cheeky grin, even giving a smug "mm~" while chewing.

"Yah!" Jungkook gasped, pretending to be offended. "I said small bite, Jeon Jimin!"

Jimin laughed with his mouth full and tried scooting away. "Too late~ it's gone!"

"I swear-give it back!" Jungkook leaned over, playfully shaking Jimin's shoulders. "Spit it out!"

"Too late!" Jimin giggled harder, clutching the blanket.

In the playful struggle, Jungkook lost his balance and accidentally fell-right on top of Jimin.

Both froze.

Their laughter died down as their eyes locked.

Jungkook's hands were planted on either side of Jimin's waist, their chests almost touching. Jimin's breath hitched slightly, cheeks flushing as he looked up at him. Jungkook didn't move, too lost in the moment, in the closeness, in the warmth that bloomed so suddenly between them.

It was like time had stopped.

Until-

Knock knock.

The door creaked open and the doctor walked in casually.

Jungkook immediately scrambled back, nearly falling off the bed in the process, while Jimin yanked the blanket up to his chin, face red as a cherry.

The doctor blinked, a hint of amusement on his face. "Ah. Sorry to interrupt... I just came to say-Jimin-ssi, you're doing fine now. You're cleared to go home."

Jimin nodded quickly, his voice squeaky. "T-thank you, doctor!"

Jungkook just nodded, avoiding eye contact "let's go home.."

___

Their Apartment, Late Night

The warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp lit up the room gently as Jimin lay in bed, still recovering but visibly better. Jungkook sat beside him like he always did, running his fingers slowly through Jimin's soft hair.

"You want to lie on my lap again?" Jungkook asked softly, brushing a few strands from Jimin's forehead.

Jimin looked up at him, eyes already sleepy. "Only if youpromise me to sleep comfortably after making me sleep..."

Jungkook chuckled. "Okay i promise."

With that, Jimin carefully shifted and rested his head on Jungkook's lap. Jungkook pulled the blanket up to Jimin's shoulders and leaned back against the headboard, his hand automatically going to Jimin's hair.

The room went quiet except for the ticking of the wall clock and the faint hum of the night outside.

Minutes passed.

Jimin's breaths evened out.

Jungkook thought he was asleep.

He looked down at the boy curled up against him and whispered to the air-a secret only meant for the stars.

"...You know," Jungkook murmured, fingers brushing against Jimin's temple "You drive me insane, Jeon Jimin."

He smiled faintly.

"You're so tiny, and soft, and fussy. You get mad when your eggs aren't fluffy enough. You cry watching dramas. You pout when I don't let you eat ramen twice in a day."

He paused, his voice lowering just a little.

"But still, I..." He sighed and smiled at the ceiling. "I'm so, so in love with you."

And then-

Cough.

Jimin shifted, his fingers twitching under the blanket. "Jungkook..."

Jungkook blinked. "...Were you awake?"

Jimin slowly sat up from his lap, the blanket slipping from his shoulders. His face was already red.

"I was trying to sleep," Jimin said, eyes downcast, "but then someone decided to confess while petting my head like a cat."

Jungkook's jaw dropped. "You heard everything?"

Jimin gave a little nod, still avoiding eye contact.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, ears turning red. "Ugh. This is embarrassing. Can we rewind time-?"

"You're not taking it back, are you?" Jimin asked suddenly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Jungkook blinked. "Of course not!"

Jimin's lips twitched into the tiniest smile. "Good. Because I... I think I love you too."

Jungkook stared at him. "You... do?"

Jimin's whole face was red now. He looked away, hugging his knees. "I kept trying to ignore it, but every time you smiled at me, or brought me coffee, or yelled at me for skipping meals... I just... I knew."

"You should've told me first," Jungkook said, half smiling.

"You should've told me before confessing to my sleeping body," Jimin shot back.

They both laughed-nervous, fluttery.

Then silence fell again.

Jungkook gently reached out and tucked a strand of Jimin's hair behind his ear.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin's eyes widened and he swallowed hard. "Y-You can..."

Jungkook leaned in slowly.

Jimin's breath hitched as their lips touched-soft, warm, and trembling with all the things they hadn't said until now.

The kiss was innocent. Pure. Just the soft press of lips and two wildly beating hearts.

When they pulled apart, Jimin was still frozen, wide-eyed. "Did we just..."

"...Yeah," Jungkook whispered, smiling shyly.

Jimin touched his lips, still dazed. "My first kiss was... with you."

Jungkook's brows rose. "That was your first?"

Jimin nodded, blushing furiously. "I wanted it to be... and I'm glad it was."

Jungkook cupped his cheek gently. "Me too."

Jimin slowly leaned his head on Jungkook's chest. "What do we do now?"

"We sleep," Jungkook said softly, kissing the top of his head. "And tomorrow, I'll officially ask you to be mine. Like, with flowers and stuff."

Jimin giggled, hiding his face. "You're so cheesy."

"And you love it."

"I do," Jimin whispered against his chest.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around him. "Goodnight, my tiny husband."

"I'm not tiny!" Jimin protested sleepily.

"You're literally a pocket-sized prince," Jungkook teased, smiling into Jimin's hair.

Jimin pouted. "I take it back. I don't love you anymore."

Jungkook chuckled. "Too late. You're mine now."

They both laughed, cuddling tighter under the blanket as the night wrapped around them like a soft, warm hug-hearts finally home.

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