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Jimin stepped into the house quietly after leaving Jungkook's office, his heart still fluttering from everything that happened. The quiet lunch, the warmth in Jungkook's voice, and the way he had brushed that strand of hair behind his ear-it all kept replaying in his mind.

As the sun began to set, casting golden streaks across the living room floor, Jimin curled up on the sofa with a book, waiting for Jungkook.

By the time the door opened, it was almost 11 PM. Jungkook entered, loosening his tie, his tired gaze instantly softening when he saw Jimin curled up like a cat, still awake.

"You didn't sleep?" he asked, placing his keys on the counter.

Jimin shook his head. "Was waiting for you. How was work?"

Jungkook gave a tired smile. "Better, thanks to your surprise visit."

He walked over and sat beside Jimin, a comfortable silence settling between them for a moment before Jungkook suddenly turned to him.

"By the way... you had leave today from university?"

Jimin nodded slowly. "Yeah. I took the day off. Just wanted to do something nice for you..."

Jungkook exhaled softly, leaning back. "I appreciate that. Really. But Jimin, don't take leave just like that, hmm? It's your final year. Your studies are more important than anything."

Jimin looked down, fiddling with his fingers. "I know... I just wanted to help, I didn't mean to-"

"I'm not upset," Jungkook said gently, placing a hand over Jimin's. "Just... don't put me above your dreams, okay? You've worked hard to get here. I don't want you falling behind because of... us."

Jimin's chest felt tight in the best way possible. Jungkook's words weren't scolding-they were care. Quiet, protective care.

He nodded with a small smile. "Okay. I won't skip again."

"Good." Jungkook smiled, satisfied. "Now come on, let's eat. I'll order something. You've already worked hard enough today."

After dinner, the two settled in their room. Jimin lay on the left side of the bed this time, already growing used to sharing space with Jungkook. They chatted a little more-light things, like favorite snacks and movie tastes-before eventually falling asleep under the soft hum of the ceiling fan.

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Next Morning

Sunlight poured in gently from the curtains, golden and warm.

Jimin stretched sleepily on the bed, his hair messy, a tiny yawn leaving his lips. He blinked in surprise when he saw Jungkook already dressed, fixing his cufflinks in front of the mirror.

"You're up early..." Jimin mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.

Jungkook turned around with a smile. "Yeah, had to prep something early today. But come on, get ready. I'll drop you to university."

Jimin sat up, wide-eyed. "You'll drop me?"

Jungkook chuckled, grabbing his blazer. "Of course. I want to make sure my husband attends his classes now."

Jimin couldn't help the shy smile that spread across his lips as he nodded and scrambled to get ready, heart lighter than ever.

Their days began with golden sunlight, the scent of toast and eggs wafting through the air, and Jimin humming quietly in the kitchen.

Jungkook always came downstairs dressed for work, his tie slightly undone, hair still damp from his shower.

And every morning, he'd find Jimin placing the last plate on the table, wiping his hands on his apron.

"Good morning," Jungkook would say, voice still low with sleep.

Jimin would smile, warm and gentle. "Breakfast is ready."

At first, they'd sit across from each other silently, the soft clinks of cutlery filling the space. But lately, the silence had turned comfortable. Sometimes they talked-about dreams, weather, even what Jungkook should wear if it rained later.

Jungkook always left with a thermos of warm coffee and Jimin's soft "Fighting!" whispered as he stepped out the door.

And every evening, the roles reversed.

Jungkook would return from the office, loosen his tie, roll up his sleeves, and head to the kitchen.

Jimin always peeked in, cheeks puffed. "You should rest. I can make dinner-"

But Jungkook would gently cut him off with a smile. "You take care of breakfast. Let me handle dinner."

They found joy in this rhythm.

Sometimes Jimin would sit on the kitchen stool, swinging his legs while talking about his day. Jungkook would listen as he stirred soup or cut vegetables, nodding with that soft, patient gaze that made Jimin's heart flutter unknowingly.

They began leaving little notes for each other.

A sticky note on the fridge: "Don't forget your umbrella!"

A card on Jimin's book: "I packed your favorite snack in your bag. Good luck with your presentation."

The house, once quiet and unfamiliar, began to smell of shared meals, quiet laughter, and something else-something slowly growing.

Something tender.

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