"I see..." Jungkook furrows his brows, his head tilting to the side. In the mid-day sun, Jimin thinks he looks absolutely breathtaking with the brush of light yellow catching his jaw, the soft Han River breeze tousling his brown locks gently. Jimin is currently pushing the younger's wheelchair from behind as they traverse down the walkway, since Jungkook said he was 'going to take off at lightspeed so I can show you how fast this baby can go' until Jimin stepped in. No, Jimin said, I'll just push you, Jungkook. You sit still and enjoy the view. And that was that. "When did you first meet her?"

"Not too long ago-" Hoseok chides, his arm thrown loosely over Thea's shoulder as they all walk down the path. Jimin veers the wheelchair away from a bump in the trail. "It was at my first wonderful Pilates class that I knew I'd found the one~"

"Oh shut it, Hobi." Thea inputs in her considerably better Korean. "Your first class you fell three times trying to impress me and looked like you were ready to fight with the other students."

Jungkook snorts, slapping his bare knee. Jimin stares down at Jungkook's healthy legs encased in black shorts and wonders if the younger can feel the sensation of the hit. Apparently, Jungkook has been starting to feel certain sensations like pain and temperature on certain parts of his legs. He'll call Jimin after his appointments, screaming into the phone my leg twitched again Melonboy, after they put the electropads on the base of my spine and stretched my leg really far back! It moved! Now they're saying that I must have an incomplete paralysis, that somehow the cells around my nerves are slowly healing!

Hoseok shoots Thea a glare, slipping his arm from her shoulder to her waist. She clucks at him sassily. Jimin believes that Hoseok found his equal-energy match in the Pilates instructor. Ever since Hobi started dating Thea, he comes back from their dates with new stories about the adventures they have. Hiking, running, exploring--Hoseok's idea of a couple is more-or-less a marathon every single day, with fresh energy spikes and tons of dancing. Thea's active background and diluted American savagery is perfect for Hobi. They seem like best friends one moment and members of a '90s pop group the next. Wild and bright.

And still in school. Jimin thinks, trying to ignore the memories from the other day. But every time he sees Hoseok, all happy, in-love, and on the right educational track, he feels pressured to keep it that way. If Seoul University kicked him out, he wouldn't be able to attend Pilates, since that's run through the school...he would lose his passion, wouldn't be able to see Thea in class--it would crush him. I have to just do what Gyuri wants until he graduates.

"We should go to that drink stand over there!" Hoseok suggests after they've strolled for quite awhile. Jimin nods, eager to get his head back in the moment to make the most of Jungkook's last day in Seoul.

"I'm paying!" Jimin tries his best to sound cheerful. The others smile and Hoseok yipees as they all eagerly parade towards the drink stand. Jungkook even bounces a little in his wheelchair. 

After paying for Hoseok and Thea's sweet teas, Jungkook's lemonade, and his own triple berry blast smoothie with extra sugar, and some whipped cream if that's possible, please, they head towards some benches in the shade. Jungkook lets Jimin try some of his lemonade, which is 'way too sour! how do you drink this, Plute?' and Jimin shares his smoothie with Jungkook, who finds it disgustingly sugary.

Hoseok and Thea separate themselves from Jimin and Jungkook, walking off towards a hill in the distance to give each couple their free time. As they recede into the park, Hoseok leans over and presses a kiss to Thea's temple. Jimin smiles at the act, glad that his friend is so happy. And I'll keep it that way. I'll see to it that he stays happy.

"Here. Sit by meee!" Jungkook maneuvers his wheelchair around to the end of the bench, patting the worn oak board next to him. Jimin plops down in the spot, sipping at his smoothie. Jungkook holds out his hand to Jimin, batting his eyes at the purple-haired boy. "You gonna take my hand? It's chilly, I need a certain Melonpie to warm it up."

"Jungkook, it's literally summer right now. I'm so sweaty." Jimin nonetheless intertwines their fingers, blushing at the contact. Jungkook lifts his sharp jaw up, smiling at Jimin. A breeze catches his bangs, softly rifling them. Why can't he stay here longggeeerrrrr...I'm going to miss seeing him everydaaaayyyy...

"I can see that. Do you want my napkins to wipe it off?" Jungkook quickly offers some napkins to the elder, fanning them in Jimin's face. Jimin laughs at the difference between Jungkook's and Jinyoung's reaction to the same statement. When Jinyoung heard Jimin was sweaty, he commented on how sexy the elder was and didn't care to go somewhere cooler when Jimin pleaded. Jungkook on the other hand is so caring, offering his napkins to Jimin with helping him in the forefront of his mind. "Or I could just wipe your forehead for you, Melonboy."

Jimin feels a thrill run up his cheeks. He's glad that Jungkook doesn't find his tendency to overheat disturbing. "Would you?"

"I'd love to. Lean closer to me so I can reach."

Jimin instantly complies, leaning over on the oaken bench. The breeze catches the back of his head then, pushing his hair into his eyes. Jungkook places his lemonade between his thighs and quickly reaches up to brush Jimin's hair back off of his face. Tiny tingles where Jungkook's fingertips brush against his forehead feel surprisingly cool. Like icicles--a cool blast of wind on the hot summer day. How is Jungkook not on fire from wearing all black? He must regulate his body heat better than me.

As the younger holds Jimin's purple bangs back on his head, Jimin blinks at Pluto, studying his features in the summer light. 

"Your eyes are pretty, Jungkook." Jimin blurts out between sips of his smoothie, and instantly blushes at the cheesiness of it. Jungkook snorts, lifting up the napkin to dab at Jimin's head.

"You think so? I thought you said my eyes were creepy black SpongeBob eyes." Jungkook uses one hand to tilt Jimin's head around so he can get at all of the perspiration. The feeling of Jungkook's hands on his face should make him burn up even more, but the sensation calms him down--grounds him. In the thick humidity of the summer, Jungkook's fingertips not only lower the burning of his face, but the fire that Gyuri lit in his mind. I want to stay by his side all day...wish I could.

"I take it back! I think I could live in your eyes."

"Haha! Live? Why would you want to live in my eyes...?"

Jimin gazes between Jungkook's irises, in the comforting darkness that they provide. "Cuz...they're so dark and nice...and I could probably sleep so well in your eyes...if I lived there...I'd sleep all day...and never worry..."

"Are you not sleeping well?" Jungkook pulls his hands away from Jimin's face, staring at him in worry. His lower lip twists in a question. 

No, I haven't been. "I'm sleeping alright, but I could always use more. I blame my shitty hours at Radon. I hope my seven-day work week will shift back to five days soon. I need my weekends for driving to Busan to see you!"

Jungkook grins, grabbing his lemonade to sip at. "You know, you don't have to waste your gas money just to drive down to Busan to see me."

"Oh please! Waste? How is seeing my boyfriend a waste of gas?"

Jungkook sips at his lemonade intensely, ridding the vessel of the rest of its sour liquid. He continues to sip at the ice cubes in the bottom, avoiding Jimin's question. Slurrrp...slurrrppp...

Eventually, Jimin has to step in. "Okay Jungkook, you finished it! There's none left!"

Jungkook hums in the negatory, pointing stupidly at the meager puddle of lemonade in his plastic cup.

"Jungkoooook, you're so irritating." Jimin shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear.

The younger grins at him with his teeth biting the straw, still trying to get the last drop out of the cup. Jungkook laughs as he inhales the little bit of what's left, purposely making loud drinking slurps and turning away from Jimin's hand that's trying to swipe the lemonade cup away. He keeps his mouth on the straw, slurping at intervals to create a very annoying beat. Jimin stands up from the bench, his cheeks sore from smiling. 

"Okay! Enough! You're just drinking air now!" Jimin just misses his chance at getting the lemonade cup away from the younger, his hand clenching over air. Jungkook is backing away, the cup hanging onto his lips via bendy straw. Why is he such a little shit. I swear, he likes to make me mad...but I like to see him smile...

"Camnntm catmch mwweee!" Jungkook yells out with the cup in his mouth, both of his arms propelling his wheelchair away. Jimin curses at his boyfriend's behavior, why couldn't he just have finished his lemonade like an average drink-enthusiast? but runs after Jungkook nonetheless. 

"Get! Back! Here!" Jimin picks up the pace, his smoothie sloshing around in his free hand. The wheelchair zooms away, speeding down the path. A few walkers give him questioning looks as he races past them, yelling out to the boy escaping in his wheelchair. I probably look so dumb right now, chasing after my boyfriend just to take his lemonade cup away. People might call us stupid and childish, but if we're having fun, what's the matter? I'll catch Jungkook in no time. Stop staring at me like that, old coop!

Jungkook keeps getting further and further away down the path, rolling quickly over its flat surface while laughing his ass off. Jimin hitches up his pants, setting his smoothie down on some trail bench to put his legs into hyper speed. Wouldn't want to spill triple berry blast all over this baby blue crop top! That would be just as bad as chocolate milk on my yellow one!

"Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin gallops in high speed, finally catching up to the wheelchair and running alongside it. He reaches over, trying to snatch the lemonade cup from his boyfriend's hand. Jungkook's sassy eyes flash up at him, the straw dangling from his mouth. Jimin shouts at him between breaths. "I am a policeman!...Pulling you...over for speeding! Stop...right now!"

"Oh no, not the police!" Jungkook releases the empty lemonade cup into his lap as he plays along. Jimin reaches over and snags it, both males slowly coming to a stop by a secluded statue next to the path. Jimin quickly crumples the plastic cup his hand, throws it on the ground, and stomps on it repeatedly. Jungkook has tears of laughter forming in his eyes from the exhilarating chase, his fake crying emerging loudly as his lemonade cup gets justice delivered to it.

"There!" Jimin picks up the piece of trash and runs over to the nearest garbage can. He spikes it into the garbage can, gaining a round of applause from Jungkook next to the statue. When he returns to his boyfriend, he plops into the grass, panting. "Now, why did you have to run from me! You could have just handed that stupid cup over-"

"Because I wanted to show you what wasting gas on your boyfriend feels like." Jungkook chides, wrinkling his nose at the elder. Jimin scoffs, quickly raising up on his knees.

"I will not be wasting my gas on you every weekend, Jungkook! The gas will be well-spent, and it'll be a million percent worth it when I get to see you. Clearly, I still like you even though you left me in the dust just now and resisted arrest. That should be enough of an argument for driving to see you."

"You never arrested me." Jungkook crosses his arms, chuckling at the ball of fury that is now Jimin's face. "You pulled me over, yelled at me, and destroyed my precious cup."

"I'll destroy your precious face if you keep this act up." Jimin leans closer, pointing a finger into Jungkook's giddy chest. His heart races faster as Jungkook sits up straighter, pressing himself forward into Jimin's finger. The breeze catches Jungkook's hair again, and Jimin can smell the lightly soapy scent that floats off of the younger. The sun dapples through the vivacious foliage on the trail, speckling Jungkook's face with tidbits of light.

"I'd like to see you try, Melonboy." Jungkook challenges, his eyebrows drawn over his intensely dark eyes. Jimin's torso nudges gently against the wheelchair's side as he fake scowls at his boyfriend. He leans in, trying to intimidate the younger into admitting his crime, but Jungkook isn't having it. "I sure would...like to see...you try, Melon...boy."

Jimin finds himself lulled by Jungkook's change in voice, by the gentle breeze swishing past them. He finds himself staring at the younger's lips, his pointed finger flattening into a palm against Jungkook's solid chest. The younger blinks at him, mouth parted. Between them is an electric forcefield, one so thick and suffocating that the only option out seems to be forward...

"Well, I'd like to see you kiss me." Jimin whispers, his mouth now inches away from Jungkook's. The younger's cheeks fill with color, his dark eyes eating up Jimin's lips. He breathes out, his lemonade breath fanning out over Jimin's cheeks. Before Jimin knows it, the younger's hands are gripping his face, pulling him in close.

Their noses brush, lips slightly touching as they finally break the electric field between them. Jungkook's lips are gentle, softly probing Jimin's lips as if testing the waters. Jimin is quick to deepen the kiss, his hands curled tenderly against Jungkook's shirt. He grips the fabric to pull the boy closer and groans as Jungkook barely slips his tongue into his mouth.

Jungkook keeps pace with Jimin, their lip action ascending from delicate to passionate. At one point, Jimin feels Jungkook's hand at his side. Jimin leans into the touch, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook's palm on his crop-top stomach. They kiss until they can't breathe, move their heads so that their foreheads nestle together while they catch their breath, then kiss some more. The second and third kisses are better than the first, with more confidence from both sides.

Jimin's stomach erupts with butterflies as Jungkook's hand traces circles on his side, the cool sensation of fingertips against his skin causing goosebumps to break out on his flesh. The softness with which Jungkook touches him makes him giddy, makes him like the boy he's kissing all the more. No harsh yanks, forced kisses, or barring him from moving. Just calm touches, gentle caresses, and genuine care. So different from Jinyoung.

When they break apart, it's not because they want to. It's because the high-pitched whine of Hoseok's enthusiastic scream rings out next to the statue. Jimin hops back from Jungkook in fright, clutching his heart.

"WOOOOO MY SWEETHEARTS!" Hoseok shrieks, clapping loudly. At first, Thea tries to tug her boyfriend away, but ends up joining in on the celebration. Their claps and shouts mingle together in the summer air, broken up only by Jungkook's giggling. 

"REALLY HOSEOK!" Jimin shouts, about to stand up. Jungkook rapidly reaches out, catching Jimin's hand and preventing him from killing his friend. "I WILL GET YOU BACK FOR THIS HOBISTER!"

"Melonscreamer, you're attracting the fight crowd." Jungkook nudges his head at some teenage boys who are looking on the scene in clear fascination. They're like birds, waiting for Jimin to kill Hoseok so they can twitter about it to their friends at school. 'Some dude with purple hair was going to kill this other dude because, well I don't know why, but probably because the loud man put his friend in a wheelchair and the purple-haired guy was getting revenge!'

"OUTTA HERE, CHILDREN!" Jimin swats his hand at the boys, urging them to pick up the pace down the trail. "THAT'S IT, FELLAS. TIME TO PACK IT UP, HERE...ENOUGH PEEPING, THAT'S RIGHT, GET OUTTA HERE! GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK OR SOMETHING!"

A whooping laughter rising from his side tells Jimin that his boyfriend is dying of amusement. Jimin turns back to face Hobi with the same wrath as he faced the teenage boys, only to find that Hoseok and Thea have ditched the scene. A quick survey of the vicinity satisfies him, seeing no blurs of Thea's bright activewear or Hoseok's street clothes.

"I can't...HAHAHAH! You had to HAHAHH heh...heh...Jimin, you...ahahah so funny...oh my god I'm dying..." Jungkook struggles to catch his breath in the wheelchair, head thrown back in laughter. "Ooohh...oh...gosh..."

Jimin kneels back down, covering his face in embarassment. Why did he just blow up at those kids? He doesn't know, but he blames the stress of his life--here he was just trying to enjoy a nice kiss with his beautiful boyfriend, trying not to think about Gyuri and her horrible plan with him, and someone had to go and ruin it. I will get Hoseok back for ruining this! Ugh...

"Jimin, hey." When Jimin raises his head to look up, the younger is composed...and watching him closely. "Are you okay? Did I not kiss you well?"

Jimin blushes at the lingering sensation of Jungkook's lips against his own. "You're a fabulous kisser, Jungkook...can I...kiss you again?"

"Can you answer my other question first?" Damn it...he's too good.

Jimin takes a deep breath, picking at the strands of grass next to him. They tear off from the Earth easily, separating from their bonds in the blink of an eye. "I'm just sad that today's your last day in Seoul. I'm going to miss you so much, Kook. I don't know what I'm gonna do in my free time now..."

"You can still video call me, Jimin. Or take time for yourself! There's nothing wrong with that. Maybe you should start writing articles of your own...since you like reading them so much, you know?" Jungkook lifts his gaze to the calm flow of the Han River. He studies the horizon, watching the sun reflect off of Seoul's towering buildings on the skyline. Jimin continues to pick at the grass, nodding at his boyfriend's words. 

"Plus my Melonboy needs more sleep. Maybe you should invest in a softer mattress."

Jimin chuckles, tossing some grass up at Jungkook. "Yeah, maybe you're right. Or, maybe I could just steal yours. You always seem to sleep so well."

"That I do..." Jungkook peels his eyes from the breathtaking serenity of the river to stare at Jimin. "And when you drive over on the weekends, you can sleep on it with me! You haven't even seen my house yet! I'm so excited to show you...you are staying overnight from Saturday to Sunday--right?"

Jimin has never considered it before...but he's happy to think about being able to finally snuggle up with Jungkook at night. That might be better than trying to do the four hour drive to Seoul in the dark. "I...I mean, why not? As long as you and Eunmi don't mind another guest down in Busan? Otherwise, I can probably crash at my parents' house."

A bird flies by, perching on the top of the statue. It starts chirping out a sweet song, chittering over their heads. Jimin tosses some grass its way. It doesn't move.

"Of course my mom doesn't mind! Like I said before, she likes you better than me cause she says I'm so barbaric." Jungkook flicks a piece of grass off of his shoulder. "But boy, would she love to hear the story today! How you chased me, destroyed my cup, screamed at those kids..."

"Excuse me! But I wouldn't have done those things if not for you!" Jimin rolls his eyes, throwing more grass in Jungkook's direction. The green slivers don't make it far, as the younger intercepts them with a slap. The clump of grass flings into Jimin's lap. "I blame the lemonade for my actions...oh! I almost forgot! My smoothie! Ugh...it's probably all gross and warm by now. I set it somewhere back there...oh, forget it."

"Who cares about a smoothie..." Jungkook stares dreamily at Jimin, his chin resting on a fist. "When you could get a taste of these lips?"

Wow. Maybe I should have just arrested him before, for stealing my heart. "I would yell at you for saying that, but I'm too sweaty and tired out from running."

"Oh...my poor Melonboy." Jungkook reaches over, grabbing Jimin's hand in his own. The back of Jimin's hand is brought up to the younger's lips, where it gets kissed like a prince's. Jimin finds himself flattered, his face reheating, and his cheeks pained from smiling. Jungkook sure does spoil him. "We can kiss all we want on the weekends, when you visit. And I can show you my art studio! And maybe you can even bring me to meet your parents sometime. I wanna see the two people who made the beautiful boy in front of me."

Jimin squeezes Jungkook's hand, forgetting about all of his stress in the moment. He's too fucking sweet...how did I end up with this guy? I honestly don't deserve him. "You know what? Fuck this day for being so hot. I'd totally kiss the hell out of you in my car where we might have more privacy, but we'd cook half to death-"

"Just kiss me now!" Jungkook bites his lips seductively, failing to be sexy with grass all over his lap and shirt. "No one's around, plus we still have-" He checks his phone. "Twenty more minutes until my mom is coming to get me."

Jimin casts a glance over his shoulder. In their position now, they're too much be in the open--even if the area is relatively private. A few people saunter by every few minutes. Plus, a boy kissing another boy is still an event that is stigmatized in public--at least for the traditionalists in Seoul. I really want to kiss him more though...

The bird chats with another one of its kind atop the statue, and that's when Jimin gets an idea.

"Can we kiss behind the statue?" Jimin finds himself eager to kiss Jungkook more, even if it's in secret. "Cause it's a bit...well, open here...and I don't want other people to judge us-"

"I'm going to stop you there." Jungkook's tone is suddenly serious. "Jimin, you should never worry about what other people think of you or how they judge you. Otherwise it'll just keep eating and eating away at you until you don't know what to think anymore...I know from experience." 

Jungkook starts to wheel himself towards the large statue of a trio of swans taking flight, talking to Jimin as he moves. "When I first ended up like this...I had to basically relearn my whole life over again. How to redo everything, how to fend for myself, move around...all without my legs. And it was fucking terrible...I couldn't walk, couldn't kick, couldn't jump...couldn't do anything I used to...but the physical part wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the mental part...the part where I worried about how others would view me. I was worried they'd think I was weak, a cripple...just another disabled man to pity. It was really...really bad."

Jimin follows closely next to Jungkook, his heart reaching out for his boyfriend. They haven't spoken of the details of Jungkook's accident yet (Jimin figures he'll give Jungkook time to tell that tale about his father and the car when he's ready) so this is pretty surprising to hear it all of a sudden. "I'm sure it was...I can't even imagine how you got through it."

Jungkook nods to himself. "I barely did, Jimin. I barely got through it, and I think I still have a long way to go...but the thing that got me through it all was tending to the mental part. I knew I had to stop giving a shit about how people thought of me, and I had to accept being a cripple. I had to accept being paralyzed. It took me a long, long time to accept. And even when starting Perilation, I wasn't fully accepting of it--I didn't even want to tell my buddy, worried that they might get angry that the game gave them someone who wasn't capable. I've actually had that happen many times before, so in a way...I think I was trying to protect myself."

Jimin is crushed to hear that other people have viewed Jungkook as incapable just because of his disability. He wonders how they ever could. Wheelchair or not, Jungkook is a fantastic human being, who is, if anything, over capable. "I don't blame you for not telling me sooner, Kook...I just hope you realized that I wasn't one of those people early on. I'm not a meany. You're so much more than just your body, you know. You're one in a million, Jungkook...a super special boy and really fucking nice."

A grin slides onto Jungkook's face, lighting up his morose features. "I could say the same about you, Melonboy...although, I have to admit, I wasn't always like this."

"What do you mean?" Jimin follows Jungkook to the backside of the statue, to a spot where the people on the trail can't see them. The wheelchair stops, and Jimin does too.

"Well...I used to be kinda wild-"

"What do you mean used to? You're still wild." Jimin snorts, reaching over to flick Jungkook's head. The younger ducks out of his way with a missed me! 

"Okay, scratch that. If I'm wild now, then back then I was a fucking deranged ape in the wilderness." Jimin crinkles his eyes endearingly at the description, thinking back to what Eunmi said in the elevator. 'He was a bit of a rebel...'

"How so?" Jimin finds himself utterly curious to find out what utterly deranged ape coincided with. Was Jungkook in a gang? Was he a criminal? Was he a stripper?

"I don't know if you'll believe me...but I used to secretly give people tattoos against the law, just invite people who wanted one to the basement of my old friend. It was a crazy, come-and-go kind of business...I'd give tattoos to anyone who wanted one. Men. Women. Even teens. They'd pay me extra to keep it secret from their parents. I made quite the amount."

"What!" Jimin finds himself intrigued (and slightly turned on by imagining his boyfriend giving people tattoos, lawful or not). "Really! That's actually kinda cool...I thought you were gonna tell me you were in a gang or something crazy."

"Well...uh...that wasn't the only crazy thing I used to do...um, I used to underage drink, help smuggle alcohol to neighborhood parties, um...I skipped school a lot too, wasn't really nice to others...took a lot of things for granted..." Jungkook trails off, a dark expression falling over his face. "Anyway, I made some mistakes when I was younger...and for some reason, I think getting paralyzed was my punishment. I thought about it day and night after the accident. Wouldn't that make sense? I thought to myself. Do I deserve this for my past actions? Is this some kind of karma for my bad behavior? And I honestly thought, yeah, I do deserve this."

Jimin frowns, suddenly very uncomfortable with the idea of Jungkook believing that his paralysis was deserved. "No one deserves to get paralyzed, Jungkook-"

"But eventually, I brushed that mindset away. By then, I had lost my old friends, lost my brother's respect...and I learned that judging myself was the second worst thing I could do to letting others' judgment get to me..."

Jimin kneels down, taking Jungkook's head in his hands. The younger is a bit pale after telling his story, staring at Jimin with something warm in his eyes. 

"And look at you now, Jungkook. You're a strong, honest man, the nicest one I know...you're super courageous and so selfless. Did I mention that you're also way too kind to me? Even if I didn't know the old Jungkook...I think I can say you changed for the better. Wheelchair or not, tattoo artist or not, I'd still like you."

Jungkook pauses, staring at Jimin with his mouth open. Without warning, Jungkook pulls Jimin towards him, connecting their lips sweetly. The kiss is full of new vigor--of more understanding and a new outlook on each other. Jimin can taste Jungkook's rich history on his lips--can imagine the wild boy running around the streets of Busan without a care in the world and ending up in a wheelchair because of it. It doesn't make him see Jungkook much differently, only in a clearer light. 

When they break apart, Jungkook kisses the side of Jimin's lips, smiling against the skin. Jimin hums appreciatively, inhaling the soapy smell that seems to tag along wherever Jungkook goes.

"You are too good for me, Park Jimin. I'm sure if you knew me back then, you'd hate me." Jungkook kisses Jimin's cheek, a move so innocent that Jimin nearly melts into the ground. His face hues red as he thinks of what to reply with.

"Maybe I would hate you...but that would be the old me, and...you would not want to meet that version of me. I don't think we'd get along." Jimin leans forward for another kiss, but gets cut off by Jungkook's words.

"Why's that? I want to know about your past in Busan too!" Jungkook nuzzles their noses together, confusing Jimin even more. How could this boy be anything other than a SpongeBob-loving soup enthusiast? A tattoo artist and alcohol-smuggler? I can't even believe that...he seems so pure.

"No, you don't. My past is pretty boring. Just a standard high school experience, good grades, and then off to college." Please don't ask about me any more. I don't want to talk about those horrible years. Or think about...her.

"Ahhh, there has to be more. But if you don't wanna talk now, that's fine. I'm okay with just kissing my Melonheart." Jungkook's lips tease the skin just under his nose, lightly brushing against the area. Jimin smiles, enjoying how he can feel every breath Jungkook releases on his chin.

"I'd like that." Jimin leans forward, pressing his stomach into Jungkook's stiff legs and connecting their lips behind the cover of the statue.

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