Same night
The quiet in Jimin's apartment felt heavier than it should. After the long day, after everything that had happened—Jimin's sudden outburst, his vulnerability—Jungkook couldn't shake the need to do something to make him feel better.
He noticed the way Jimin sat on the couch, distant, lost in his thoughts, his gaze drifting to the coffee table but never really focusing on anything. Jungkook knew him too well. Jimin wasn't just tired—he was emotionally drained.
"Jimin," Jungkook's voice broke the stillness, soft but insistent. "You haven't eaten anything all day, have you?"
Jimin's eyes flickered up, and for a second, he almost looked startled. He quickly masked it with a small, forced smile, but Jungkook saw right through it. "I'm fine, Kook," he said, trying to sound dismissive, but his voice was a little too quiet to be convincing.
Jungkook arched an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. "Come on. I know you better than that."
Before Jimin could reply, his stomach betrayed him. It growled loudly—loud enough to echo in the quiet room.
Jimin's face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly looked away, but Jungkook could see the corners of his lips twitch into a reluctant smile. "I guess… maybe I am a little hungry," Jimin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. "You know," he teased gently, his voice light but full of affection, "I always know when you're trying to hide something."
Jimin sighed and slouched back into the couch, his shoulders drooping. "Okay, okay. I'm hungry. Happy?"
Jungkook's grin widened, but there was something softer in his eyes now. "You don't have to pretend with me, Jimin," he said, the teasing edge fading into sincerity. "How about I make you something? You didn't eat anything, and I'm pretty sure your fridge is empty anyway."
Jimin hesitated, then shrugged, trying to sound casual, but Jungkook saw the way his eyes flickered. "I'm fine, really. You don't need to…"
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I'm not leaving until you've eaten something, Jimin. And don't even try to argue," he added, his voice soft but firm. "You've been through a lot today, and I'm not letting you starve."
Jimin opened his mouth to protest again but stopped himself. His stomach growled again, louder this time, and he exhaled in defeat, a small laugh escaping him. "Okay, fine. But you don't have to go all out for me, Kook."
Jungkook's grin softened into something more tender. "Trust me, I'm not going all out. But you need to eat." He stood up, walking toward the kitchen without another word.
Jimin watched him, feeling that familiar warmth spread through him. It was the little things Jungkook did—the way he cared, the way he didn't force Jimin to talk but still made him feel seen. He didn't know how, but Jungkook always seemed to know exactly what Jimin needed.
"You go freshen up," Jungkook called over his shoulder as he opened the fridge. "I'll make dinner."
Jimin nodded, And started walking toward the bedroom, he turned back to take another look at Jungkook. His eyes traced the way Jungkook moved in the kitchen—confident, yet somehow relaxed, like he had all the time in the world. His sleeves were rolled up, his shirt tight against his muscles as he moved. There was a quiet intimacy in the moment, like everything else in the world had faded away.
For a split second, Jimin felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn't deny the way Jungkook's presence always seemed to have this effect on him—like gravity, pulling him closer, even when he tried to resist.
Jimin shook his head, trying to focus. *Get a grip,* he told himself. *This is just Jungkook being Jungkook.*And he turned toward his bedroom.
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**A few moments later, in the kitchen…**
Jimin walked back into the living room, now in a more relaxed state. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching Jungkook for a moment. There was a softness to the way Jungkook worked—like he was trying to make something perfect, not just for the sake of cooking, but for Jimin.
Jungkook noticed Jimin's gaze and glanced up, giving him a small, playful smile. "I hope you're not expecting some five-star meal, Jimin," he teased, his voice warm and inviting. "But I can promise it'll be edible."
Jimin couldn't help but smile back, his heart a little lighter. "I'm sure it'll be perfect, Kook," he said quietly, his voice filled with unspoken gratitude.
Jungkook chuckled, then moved toward the stove,Jimin felt a flutter in his chest at the softness in Jungkook's laugh. There was no pressure, no force. Just an unspoken understanding between them.
As they sat down at the small table in the kitchen, the food simple but comforting. Jimin took a bite, and for the first time that night, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. Jungkook was right: the meal didn't need to be fancy. It was the care, the quiet love behind it, that made it perfect.
Jimin looked up at Jungkook, who was watching him with a soft smile, and something shifted in his chest—like an unspoken bond was forming between them, one that neither could deny anymore.
Jungkook's expression softened, and without thinking, he reached across the table, gently brushing his fingers over Jimin's. The simple touch sent a warmth spreading through Jimin's body, and for the first time, he didn't feel alone.
"You deserve everything, Jimin," Jungkook said quietly, his voice low and full of meaning. "And I'll always be here to give it to you."
Jimin's breath caught at the sincerity in Jungkook's eyes. It was a moment that felt bigger than words—bigger than anything they had said so far. And in that moment, it was clear: whatever came next, they would face it together.
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**End of Episode**
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