Jungkook:

Sunday. Usually I go to my relatives house nearby with Mum, but today has been cancelled since my aunt has food poisoning.

Sundays were the worst. I mean, not because I have to see my relatives -
I love seeing them, but because seeing them means not seeing Jimin.
Selfish I know but...

Today instead, I sit on the window seat, flicking through an Iron Man comic book I bought recently. I guess it's just you and me today Iron Man.

My comic book distracts me for an hour or so, before I see movement outside. I look down out of my window and see Jimin. This is the first time I had seen him since that night at the party, and I could feel my heart fluttering. I wasn't expecting him, but I'm not complaining. He cycles up and down the road outside my house as though he were taunting me, cocky smirk plastered on his face, portraying his bad boy persona perfectly.

I smile to myself and jump off the window seat to go and meet him.

Not before checking my hair though.
Or my eyeliner...
Wait maybe I should change...

Jimin:

I smile up at Jungkook's window, and I see him grin and disappear to come down.

About time too, I've been cycling up and down this road for like ten minutes now and I feel stupid. That old lady next door is starting to give me weird looks through her window too. When I planned to show up at Jungkook's unexpectedly when he said he was all cooped up and bored inside his house, I'd imagine he'd be down quicker and it would be more...I don't know romantic or something and that I'd look cool.

Eventually I see him open the door with a smile. 'Oh hey Jungkook,
I just happened to be passing by the neighbourhood, as I do, and decided to take a quick stop here.' I fake a gasp, 'This is your house? What a strange turn of events!'
I flash him a smile.

'Strange indeed.' Jungkook replies, standing back, gesturing me to come in. I roll up my bike to the door and prop it against the railing, following Jungkook inside.

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Jungkook:

'Finally I get to meet Park Jimin!' My mum screams in excitement, running up with open arms to a startled Jimin, probably wondering who this tiny woman was. Even though Jimin is quite short for a guy, he still needs to lean down in order to hug my mum, which I find hilarious.

'Oh, hello!' He replies politely whilst hugging her back with only one arm, being able to wrap around her easily. He looks stiff, probably not used to the elaborate greetings of my mum and her hugging, haha.

'I've heard so much about you ChimChim!' I almost choke. What's 'ChimChim'? I start to laugh as Jimin's cheeks bloom red.

'ChimChim, Mum?' I ask, curious to the nickname she had invented.

'Of course - I need a nickname for him, ChimChim was the best I could come up with. Plus it's cute like him, don't you think Kookie?'
No way did she just use my nickname.
I glance over at Jimin who bites his lip as he tries his hardest not to laugh. Thanks, Mum. I'll try not to die of embarrassment.

'Anyway Mum, we're just here to carry on with our art project so we'll be heading up and-' I begin to say before she grabs something from the nearby chest of drawers.

'Our Kookie used to be cute too, look.' She says. Oh no. Please God no.
She waves a photo in front of Jimin.
'MUM!' I shout, trying to grab the photo from her grasp but she waves it away from me. She hands it to Jimin before I can stop her.

Jimin bursts out laughing. After a good 5 minutes of him squeaky laughing and me wanting to die, he speaks up through gasps of breath.

'HAAAA Jungkook!' he pauses to breathe, 'That haircut is questionable don't you think?'
He laughs again. I snatch the photo out of his hands.

Why do we even have this photo?!
It was of me as a young kid, maybe about ten. I have to admit, the haircut was, as Jimin puts it - questionable. Not even questionable. It was a straight up crime. It was choppy like it had been cut with a knife rather than a pair of scissors, and the fringe was so long I'm surprised how I survived my infant life with only 30% of my vision. And what did my Mum mean by 'USED' to be cute?!?

'Well it was a great meeting Mum, but we have important project stuff to do now so bye.' I said sulkily, grabbing Jimin's arm and pushing him in the direction of the stairs. I look back and my mum laughs, a little twinkle in her eye. She knew exactly what she was doing.

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I hadn't planned for me and Jimin to be up in my room, but there wasn't anyway I was going to stay downstairs with Mum around to ruin my image even further with a whole series of baby photos.

'Your mum is nice, I like her.'
He says once we've reached my room.
'...Can we sit?' Jimin asks gesturing towards the bed.

'Um sure go ahead' I reply, taking a seat next to him. The room fell silent for a second, the both of us taking in the other's presence and that we were now here. Sitting on the bed. Together. Alone.

It's not that he hadn't been in my room before. But that was when we were just friends...

He broke the silence - 'It's nice being here - at least this time I'm not only here because a gang beat me up.' Jimin jokes, assessing the surroundings. 'Oh and I've missed this guy too.' He says, pointing to the G-dragon pillow. Shit. I forgot about that... I feel my cheeks redden as he laughs.

He then leans in and shuffles himself around, lying down and placing his head in my lap to stare up at me as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do. He takes one of my larger hands in his smaller one and places a small kiss on it tenderly. As if my stomach wasn't already going to erupt with butterflies, I now felt like imploding right then and there. I can't help but look over to check the door was closed just in case someone walked past. For a moment I think I had to remind myself to breathe, and I was worried I was going to start sweating under his warmth.

'Relax Jungkook it's just me.' Jimin says before laughing with moon crescent eyes, noticing how tense I was being around him.

'Sorry, I can't help it, you make me nervous.' I admit. This is the first time I've ever had a relationship with someone since Tae. I had to remember how this all worked. But after his words I began to relax.

We stay like this for a while, talking about everything and anything, sharing headphones, just enjoying each other's company. The curtains next to us blew gently as the slight summer breeze entered my room. We didn't need to switch the light on, the room was already illuminated by the setting sun, casting patterns onto the walls. Everything was so beautifully calm, the room drowned in the golden amber glow of the sunset. I begin to play with his hair, running the soft locks between my fingertips.

'So,' I begin, carrying on our talk about nothing in particular, 'when will I see your room?'

For some reason at that comment Jimin's face drops slowly, his eyes gaze down and he shuffles his head about in my lap. Did I say something wrong?

'Well, I'm not too sure we could stay at my house...' He tells me.
'I just don't think my dad would really want us to be there...'

'Your dad, he'd be okay with us?...Right?'

Jimin:

Ah. How to explain...

'Well my dad he's...' how do I say without being blunt that my dad is extremely homophobic...
'Very...traditional. Let's just say that he'd not be happy about this, what we're doing...'

Jungkook looks down at me with concern. I think he gets what I mean.

'Oh... I'm sorry if I'm standing in the way of you and your dad.'
His eyes fall as if he feels guilty.
'I understand if you wanna stop this... your relationship with your dad is important. I wouldn't want to come between that.'

His hands fall away from my hair as he looks away from me, trying to avoid eye contact.

'Really,' I assure him 'there's not much of a relationship to even maintain...honestly he's not that great of a dad.' I fiddle with my fingers nervously as I explain. A short silence follows before I continue.

'...he has tried with me, but somewhere along the line he gave up. Maybe it was my behaviour, maybe it was his drinking problem, who knows. Either way there's no chance I want to stop seeing you.'

'But if I'm going to be the cause of people judging you and if I'm going to make things more difficult for you then why would I put you through that Jimin?' Jungkook interrupted. 'I'm used to being judged, but I wouldn't want that for yo-'

'I don't care Jungkook!' I snap.

I sit up sharply to meet his eyes. Ugh - he has beautiful eyes. The sunlight shining through the window hits them, splintering into little golden fragments embedded in his iris. Agh focus Jimin! I blink a few times to snap myself out of it and continue, trying not to be distracted.

'I don't care, because I love what we are, not what we should be... or what my dad thinks we should be.'

Jungkook:

I sigh and decide to change the subject, I didn't want to cause him any more stress. I lean over to the bedside desk and pull out the art project photos out from the top drawer, and lay them out on the bed.

'So - about the project. We just have to arrange these and put them all together. We have to write about the whole thing to explain it, and I think I might take a few more pictures...but after that we have a completed art project.' I explained, happy that we were finally close to finishing it.

'Let me see the pictures we have taken so far.' Jimin asks, holding out his hands. I slip the polaroid pictures into his hands as he shuffles them and flicks through them.        

'Ah,' he sighs, 'it's been a good summer hasn't it Flower Boy?'
He smiles at the photos, eyes disappearing as he does so. Flicking through them, I remember the days, the butterfly drawing, the swing set in my garden, bus journeys in the rain.

'I'm glad you moved here. Otherwise my summer could have turned out completely different. Knowing me I would have already been kicked out of school by now if you hadn't of moved here.
It would have been a terrible summer. We wouldn't have even ended up together.' Jimin says.

'What do you mean?' I ask.

'As in, what if you never moved to Busan, or what if you hadn't been paired up with me for our art project. It's like it was destiny.
It's crazy to think about.'

'You mean like...chance? Fate?'
I laugh. I can't take all that seriously.

'Don't laugh!' He hits me playfully.
'And yeah...something like that. Maybe there's different timelines and we just happened to end up in the one where we met each other. Perhaps in one of them, we're arch enemies. Haha, perhaps in another I'm hideously ugly.' He laughs.

'What do you mean ANOTHER timeline? You're pretty ugly in this one.' I joke.

'Is that how you speak to your elders?! Huh?! How are you showing me attitude when I lived in Busan first!' He shouts as he punches my arm a second time. Ow. I laugh with him, laughing at the idea, laughing at all the possibilities, at all our alter egos existing somewhere in another time line.

He places his head back down on my lap, gazing up at me, smiling as the sun kissed his skin.

Jimin:

I used to think if you saw someone often enough they would start to look just like anyone else. But somehow he managed to look more beautiful every time I saw him. Even from this angle as I lie in his lap, he looks beautiful.
As he looked down at me, the light from the sun shining through his window streamed through the gaps around him, around his back, in the space between his arms and his sides, past his face. It forms the perfect Jungkook-shaped silhouette.

I don't know what comes over me,
but I lean up closer towards him and close the gap.

And then we were kissing.

Jungkook:

And then we were kissing.

His lips were soft, just like I had imagined. Maybe even better. About a million and one thoughts were racing through my head, and I hadn't done this enough to know how to breathe properly.

But it didn't matter how nervous I was. Kissing him felt like nothing else mattered at all. Because in that exact moment, I was lucky enough to be living in the timeline in which he was mine.