The morning breeze blissfully blew through the icy air, clouds of breath hung in the fog. Winter had come in one harsh blow, petals of thick snow began to fall, settling on the hard ground where the grass stood frozen.

It was beautiful, a stock imagine ripped right out of a dream. Jimin's eyes were in awe, admiring how the delicate snow flacks fell then settled on the icy ground. A soft, mystical fog hung in the gallows, shrouding the world in this smooth white. It truly was a sight to see, a delicious escape from the gruesome reality hanging so tauntingly over him.

"I wish we were out there, I haven't played in the snow in years." Jimin's eyes were stuck in the window, peering out to where the world enticed him with its gorgeous looks and slick charm.

"What's stopping us?" Jungkook's embarking temptingly, a suggestion hidden under his words.

Jimin's locked eyes trail away from the window to Jungkook who sat beside him at the breakfast table. A morning that consisted of over cooked scrambled eggs, burnt toast and to top it all off dry porridge. To which of course Jimin has touched none of, he wasn't going to torture his body by swallowing any of that down.

"We can't can we? I mean-we're not allowed." He pretends to sound distressed, scared of breaking the rules though ultimately it was his favourite past time.

Jungkook laughs at that, giving him his signature bunny smile while sneaking his hand to slide into Jimin's that sat on his thigh.

"That's never been a problem for you before, why let it be one now." He slyly grins at him, both knowing Jimin would make good on his promise.

They get entranced by one another's gaze, eyes stolen in each other's. The world around them blurring until it is barely seen, in their own little precious bubble where they planned to stay forever if possible. Both never really felt such confront before until they meet, both somehow knowing how to cheer the other up.

"If you guys are ditching to go play in the snow count me in." Tae's shrinking voice sliced the tension between the two young loves, snatching their attention.

Their eyes shift to Tae, suddenly remembering they weren't alone. Jimin's free hand goes to tentatively plays with the pedant resting in between his collarbones. The same that Jungkook had gifted him and made him promise to never take off.

"I'm down too, beats being stuck here being told how much god hates fags." Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, his fork fiddling with the tough eggs that held this discolouring tint.

Jimin would've said ahem to that if he were religious but he wasn't so he simply gives a respective nod in agreement.

"Yeah, why not? I'm in too, sounds better than whatever they have planned for us." Namjoon chimes in his say, not seeing the point in being the only one not sneaking out to have some good old boyish fun.

"Sweet! So we're all in, this is going to be so much fun. We'll finally actually have some enjoyment in this shitty place." He couldn't be more ecstatic about the whole idea, the consequences of this not once crossing his mind since he didn't really care.

The tension is high, the urgency to be stealth and quiet now gleaming bright. They couldn't make a sound or a whisper if they didn't plan on getting caught. Each one of them is dressed head to toe in warm puffer jackets, cotton gloves and soft woollen beanies. The stale air outside isn't welcoming to those warm blooded so they needed all the layers they could get to protect their tender skin and bones.

When Jungkook laid eyes upon Jimin the only words he could think of is cute. What an adorable fluff ball his boyfriend was being almost suffocated by the oversized jacket that ate his small body up. Though of course he knew if he had verbalised his thoughts he's sure to get a right smack across the back of his head for Jimin did not like being seen as cute.

He was a tough, stone cold brute of a man who takes no bullshit. Not his words but Jimin's himself.

That's how he liked describing himself, the man who wasn't to be messed with or patronised. He wanted-no needed to be seen as someone who could hold his own. He wasn't a push over or someone who could be preyed upon simply because he was small. He'd had enough of being over looked, seen as a weakling when in reality he was anything but with everything he's been through.

If he really was weak no way could he survive all that.

"Don't you dare say it Kook." Jimin's sharp glare coaxes it's way to him, like he had read his mind and knew exactly what he had been thinking.

Jungkook quirks a brow, innocently glancing to him with those big, doughy eyes of his.

"I know what you're thinking Kook, your expression is to easy to read. And I'm not, so don't even." Jimin playfully scolds him, lightly pushing him barely using any force.

Jungkook can only beam gleefully at him, unable to hide the blushing tint shading his cheeks at the knowledge Jimin really knew him that well. Soon they'd be finishing each other's sentences, knowing what one another wants before even they do. He can't help but smile at that, the thought of them being one of those couples ignited something truly beautiful in his heart.

"You look really great Jimin, utterly stunning like always." He carefully rakes his hand over the stray hairs sticking out of Jimin's beanie.

Jimin rolls his eyes though there's a delicate hue on his puffy cheeks. He playfully pushes Jungkook's chest, making a point not to go to hard but enough to warn him off.

"Stop being so cheesy, I'll have you know I'm lactose intolerant." He teases back, both laughing at knowing that fact to be very untrue.

Jungkook had never felt so weightless in his life, so carefree even though he's being imprisoned in this god forsaken place. Jimin does that. Makes everything better, takes away the pain and despair riddling his mind and soul. When he had been first sent, he felt like it had been a death sentence. Condemned to a life of mercery and spiteful hate. Where he'd be taught to hate himself, be disgusted by what he is, who he is.

It wasn't a life he wanted to lead, this was not a place he wanted to live. But here he was, day in and day out being bombarded so ruthlessly in this believe he is wrong. A sin paving this world in a merciless wave of nothing but mercery and pain. He'd been burnt in this thought that he was a burden, a virus sucking the life from the deserving to use for his own selfish desires.

At some point he began giving into it all, believing he truly is wrong. A sin in need of condemning. But just when he was on the verge, on being repented of this vile sickness better known as homosexuality, Jimin came along bright eyed with this untouchable spunk he's never seen in anyone. He truly was someone to admire, adore by how brave and confident he was in his own skin. Something Jungkook hasn't quite mastered. Though he was getting there, feeling comfortable in the body given to him.

After all he had to love himself because it seemed no one else will. But he's hoped that changed, that maybe now one person did love him and lesson the brutal load upon himself.

He's never known the pure, true kindness of another man. Having only grown up surrounded by women figures, being thrown into a ring where men reigned was something new. A sin in itself from where he stood. He came from a place where the temptation to surrender to his inner demons were slim to none, to a place where every turn he took there laid a man prepped and ready for his deepest, darkest fantasies to come full throttle.

It's weird for Jungkook to think back to his life before, like it was a film reel of another life he once lived. A passing thought he barely gave light to now days. He simply didn't need to go back to that life, to where shame and secrets were what bound him. He was surprised he lasted so long hiding who he was from the beady eyes of the nuns who ruled over the orphanage like weeping heathens.

He never liked them, never found solis in their presence or the home they made for him and many others. He didn't like calling it a home because it never felt like one. More a place where he slept in the blistering cold praying he'd wake up somewhere else where the warmth of love and affection swelled around him like a fluffy blanket. The nuns weren't all to kind, not to the orphans who ate at their profits and feasted on their hard earned bread. He often wondered why they even brought orphaned children in if all they ever were to them is unkind.

But he didn't have to dwell on any of that anymore, no.  He wouldn't be going back there, not to a place that never once made him feel loved or cherish in the way Jimin does.

He really was a guardian angel sent by the heavens to watch over him. A prayer that has finally been answered after so many years of silence. Don't misunderstand Jungkook, he wasn't religious, not after what he's experienced by the hand of viscous nuns but he found comfort in the hope it brought, in the guidance it gave people to be good and kind. He appreciated the selfless mould it brought down upon people, made those with no faith or reason for living something to hold on to.

Like one wise man once told him. There's a difference between a good christian who lead faith with love and acceptance and a bad Christian who lead faith with condemnation and hatred. The soul thing connecting the both, their faith. Two sides of a coin who've taken two different paths.

One good and one bad.

So being here, in this moment where hatred and condemnation ruled it felt nice to smile. To be able to laugh and feel unashamed to be exactly who he's meant to be.

Jeon Jungkook. A gay man who loved a boy named Park Jimin. A boy just as gay, just as proud and sure as hell never going to change. It made him smile, it really did because he found sanctuary in the knowledge he'll always have him. Have the man who came in guns blazing the moment he stepped through those doors into a place of hell for those of the homosexual persuasion. He held adoration for him, couldn't rid his eyes that raked to him so addictively he's sure it was becoming a problem.

But what could he say. He's a sap like that, a precious bunny who needed the comfort of others in order to feel whole. And Jimin made him feel completely one, a solid form that fed off his flush touches and delicate smiles directed his way.

Jimin made his heart beat faster, made his lips curl into a permanent grin. Jimin in simple words was his everything. He truly is a man head over heels in love with the smaller, feisty boy who he is blessed with calling his boyfriend.

Park Jimin. A man who held his heart, mind and soul to which he hoped he'd never get back.

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Why hello there my loves, been a while hasn't it?

Gosh darn it I forgot how sweet & precious Jungkook is in this🥺 the sweet little bean !

Love you my honeybuns💕