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It had been seven days since everything shifted, seven days since the moment they’d been dreaming about finally arrived. Back at the base, it was all they ever whispered about: the day they would step outside again, blend into the world they once belonged to, breathe freely without caution and without looking over their shoulders. They held on to each other in stolen ways… shared laughter echoing in packed halls, quiet late-night conversations about nothing and everything, quick embraces offered like a promise of safety. Every look, every brush of fingers carried intent and thought.
Nothing was casual, not when the stakes were so high. The strain of duty at hand settled heavily on their backs and made their shoulders slump, and when discharge day came, it felt surreal, like they were weightless, drifting like specs of dust instead of walking. The hours afterwards folded into each other like scenes from a film they barely remembered living. Facing the press, greeting fans, reuniting with members, lunch with Hoseok, soft laughter shared with staff… they floated through it all. It was a change, yes, but no amount of imagining could have prepared them for its weight.
Jin had said he felt energized, thrown straight back into the chaos of fame and schedules. Hoseok adjusted easily, too. But they… they had no packed schedule waiting, just silence. Not dorm halls echoing with loud voices. Not cramped rooms or strict routines. Just quiet, space, and the strange tenderness of familiarity. Freedom felt both exhilarating and terrifying. And somehow, in the middle of all of that, they ended up in Jimin’s apartment after a simple dinner with friends… searching for something steady, something normal.
“Gguk…”
Jimin’s voice trembled against the warm skin of Jeongguk’s neck, his nails digging in just enough to leave delicate crescent-shaped reminders on his tanned back along with a few scratches. Jeongguk instinctively pressed closer, mouth finding that spot on Jimin’s neck he’d always been obsessed with… kissing, nipping, dragging his lips along it as his hips moved with a rhythm etched into him by memory. Maybe they were clinging to each other like starved animals, but after a year and a half without the smallest touch, it felt justified. They hadn’t even been allowed a proper hug, let alone falling asleep tangled together.
“I…”
Whatever Jimin tried to say dissolved into breathy, broken moans the moment Jeongguk shifted, angling himself deeper, harder, exactly how they both remembered craving. The new angle knocked the air out of Jimin, his legs tightening around Jeongguk’s waist, heels digging into the small of the younger's back. It was wild how much they ached for each other. With every sharp thrust, Jeongguk’s lips wandered… pressing kisses along Jimin’s jaw, his cheek, anywhere he could reach until he swallowed Jimin’s gasp with a kiss. His hand slid down between them, wrapping around Jimin’s cock, stroking in sync with the desperate rhythm of his hips.
“C-close…”
The words melted against Jeongguk’s mouth, their kiss messy and frantic with months of longing. Jeongguk only nodded, thrusts turning rougher, harder, more urgent, chasing the inevitable release. It took barely a heartbeat before his movements stuttered, sinking deep as Jimin trembled and came into his hand. Jeongguk’s groan vibrated against Jimin’s throat as he followed, undone by the tight clench around him.
Jeongguk stayed there for a moment, breathing hard against Jimin’s neck, their chests rising and falling in uneven waves. The room was warm, hazy, like the world had softened as they basked in the afterglow. Jimin’s fingers traced lazy shapes across Jeongguk’s spine… circles, half-hearts, meaningless letters that felt more intimate than anything else, eliciting a low chuckle from the younger.
“Hey”
Jimin whispered, voice still shaky, lips brushing Jeongguk’s temple to press a soft kiss.
“You alive?”
Jeongguk let out a small laugh, muffled against Jimin’s skin, finding the place very comfortable.
“Barely. I’m filing a complaint”
Jimin snorted.
“File it. Let’s see what happens”
“I am the cop, Mr. Park”
Jeongguk mumbled in a smug tone, finally lifting his head, hair sticking out in the most ridiculous angles.
“And I’m putting you behind bars for almost crushing my dick”
“You are stupid”
Jimin said, pinching his cheek lightly.
“Then you have to keep me behind bars forever”
Jeongguk rolled his eyes affectionately and pulled out slowly, earning a soft whine from Jimin that made him grin. He pressed a tender kiss to Jimin’s lips, slower than before… unhurried, grounding, a very cute gesture. Then another to his forehead. His cheek. The tip of his nose. Oh, he could never get enough, not when Jimin looked adorable to the point of cruelty.
“Stay”
Jimin whispered, almost shy despite everything, as he crossed his arms behind Jeongguk’s neck.
“Don’t go clean yet”
“I look like a disaster, love”
Jeongguk protested, even as he let himself collapse beside him, because what’s better than cuddling with Jimin?
“You are a disaster anyway”
Jimin teased, curling into his side.
“My favorite one”
Jeongguk tugged the blanket over them and wrapped an arm around Jimin’s naked waist, pulling him flush, until there wasn’t a sliver of space left. Jimin tucked his face into Jeongguk’s chest, breathing in the scent he’d missed more than he could admit. His thumb stroked small lines over Jeongguk’s ribs.
“You smell the same”
Jimin murmured, almost dreamily, before he pressed a kiss to the younger’s throat.
“Oh? Like what?”
“Like mine”
Jimin said, lifting his head just to smirk.
“Says the one who claims he is ‘anti-romantic’”
Jeongguk rolled his eyes, though the blush on his cheeks betrayed him.
“And laundry detergent”
Jimin added, and Jeongguk burst into laughter… unrestrained, bright, the kind of sound he hadn’t let himself feel for months. He cupped Jimin’s face with both hands and kissed him again, softer this time. For a long while, they just lay there… legs tangled, breaths syncing, hearts beating in the same quiet rhythm. Not duty. Not pressure. Just them. Just love returning to its rightful place after enduring 18 gruelling months.
“You’re staring, Hyung”
Jeongguk whispered.
“I’m allowed”
Jimin replied, tracing the curve of the younger’s jaw with the pad of his finger.
“You’re my fiancée”
Jeongguk’s voice softened as he kissed the latter again. He couldn’t stop himself.
“Yeah… I am”
Jimin grinned, leaning forward to press one more kiss to Jeongguk’s pouty, kiss-swollen lips.
“Good. Because I’m not done annoying you tonight”
Jeongguk groaned dramatically, flipping them so Jimin lay sprawled under him, laughing. He knew Jimin wouldn’t last long, given how puffy and sleep-filled his pretty almond eyes looked.
“Hyung, please. Spare me”
“Never”
Jimin declared proudly, poking his dimples and hugging him close.
“These cheeks demand attention”
“I guess they do”
Jeongguk admitted and he was immediately smothered with tens of kisses across his face.
“I love you”
He whispered, and Jimin melted beneath him, eyes soft and bright.
“I love you more, sweetheart”
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The sunlight felt warmer than usual that morning, maybe brighter, maybe softer, or maybe it was simply this place, this peace, this freedom. Jeongguk was the first to drift awake, releasing a low, sleepy groan as he blinked against the faint streaks of glow filling the room. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb the figure beside him. Jimin lay curled away, hugging a pillow to his chest, his short, black hair a soft mess against the sheets. It was an everyday sight, something he’d seen countless times before… Yet Jeongguk felt his heart clench as if it were happening for the first time.
Last night, Jimin had fallen asleep fast, as expected, exhaustion catching up to him in the gentlest and prettiest way. Jeongguk had taken care of the rest… cleaning them both up, slipping soft boxers onto Jimin’s body, and holding him close until sleep dragged him too. Today was supposed to mark the beginning of their small escape. A trip before the storm of schedules, cameras, and fame. Switzerland. Snowy mountains, silent mornings, a place untouched by chaos and their daily life. Jeongguk had planned everything with the precision of someone desperate to give them both a breath of air and a moment of peace.
Jeongguk eased himself out of the warmth of the huge comforter, padding to the bathroom. His legs still felt tired as he peeled off his boxers and stepped under the warm stream of the shower. The heat loosened his sore muscles, grounding him. He thought about heading to the gym later… but no, not today. Today was for something gentler. Something theirs to savour and enjoy. Jimin made up for lost sleep when he could from the past seven days, and Jeongguk knew he wouldn’t wake up any time soon. Eighteen months of constant pressure… Jimin deserved every minute of rest. And Jeongguk didn’t want to waste a second of watching him breathe freely.
Once showered and dressed in soft black shorts and a matching sweatshirt, he padded out. He peeked into the bedroom… Jimin was still dreaming blissfully, before heading to the kitchen. Pancakes and a simple salad with coffee. Something warm, familiar, something that felt like a home-cooked promise. It had been ages since they had home-cooked meals and being in the military made Jeongguk learn a few more tricks. Oh, he would brag about them later. He sifted through Jimin’s fridge, chuckling at the limited ingredients and making the best of what he found. The kitchen filled with the crackle of batter on the pan, the sweet smell of warm pancakes drifting through the room.
As he plated the food, Jeongguk found himself wondering how to make this trip unforgettable. Maybe he could take Jimin to see the sunrise over snow-covered lakes. Maybe a quiet cable car ride up a mountain. He would love that. Hot chocolate in a tucked-away café. It sounded romantic and soothing. Even just holding his hand in a place where no one would point a camera at them. He wanted Jimin to look back and think… This is where I felt free again.
Jeongguk ate his portion of breakfast slowly, enjoying the small stillness of the morning as he scrolled through his phone, answering a few texts from his mother and a few from the members who wished them a safe trip. Namjoon had left for Switzerland with a promise of meeting them there, which sounded ridiculous and cute at the same time. Jeongguk left the rest covered on the counter for Jimin, knowing he’d wake up hungry and grumpy.
With silent steps, he walked back to the bedroom, pulling the blinds a little, the sunlight now painting Jimin in a soft golden glow. He looked like an angel. Jeongguk climbed onto the bed gently, sitting up against the headboard. He reached forward and brushed a knuckle against Jimin’s cheek softly. As if sensing his presence, even in deep sleep, Jimin immediately shifted. Instinctively. He rolled toward Jeongguk cutely, burrowing into his side, nuzzling his chest like he belonged there… and he did without a doubt.
Jeongguk wrapped an arm around Jimin, holding him securely against his chest. Jimin let out a tiny, contented sigh, his fingers curling into the fabric of Jeongguk’s sweatshirt as he continued sleeping. The younger one kissed the crown of his head.
“Hyung…”
Jeongguk tried. No response.
“Love”
Still nothing.
“Honey…”
Jimin didn’t even twitch. Jeongguk bit back a laugh. Of course. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he reached over and gave Jimin’s ass a cheeky squeeze.
“Jimin-ssi”
“Shut up!”
Jimin hissed without opening his eyes, burrowing deeper into Jeongguk’s warmth.
“We have to get going”
Jeongguk coaxed softly.
“Already? There’s still time…”
“I need to grab my luggage, Hyung”
That made Jimin groan. He cracked open one eye, glaring half-heartedly.
“You are an asshole”
“How?”
Jeongguk gasped dramatically, hand flying to his chest as if truly wounded.
“You could’ve brought your luggage yesterday”
“I know, but I still need to pack a few things... and visit my brother. I’ll come get you after”
Jimin sighed, rolled his eyes fondly, as always, and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to Jeongguk’s lips.
“Be back soon and tell your brother I miss him”
“Will do, baby. Get some rest. Food’s on the counter”
“You’re going to make the perfect husband”
Jimin murmured into his pillow, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. Jeongguk chuckled, sweeping down to give him one more soft kiss before slipping out of bed.
“See you, Hyung”
“Mmh… love you…”
Jimin whispered, already drifting off again. Jeongguk shook his head, heart swelling at the sight of Jimin curled up in the sheets. He moved to the dresser, pulling out a pair of soft beige cotton pants… Jimin never cared about wearing a shirt, so he didn’t bother searching for one. With one lingering look at the person he loved more than anything, Jeongguk slipped out of the apartment, cap pulled low and mask in place, disappearing quietly into the world outside, shooting his driver a text.
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Jeongguk hadn’t given the morning much thought beyond the basics. Go home, double-check his luggage, meet his brother for lunch, return to Jimin, and head straight to the airport. Simple. Predictable. The kind of plan he liked. So when he stepped into the parking lot and spotted a company van waiting for him, he blinked in confusion. What? His brows knitted tighter when his manager appeared beside it wearing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. And then Jeongguk froze entirely, because next to the van stood a camera crew.
A camera crew. At nine in the morning. When he’d barely slept and his heart was still warm with thoughts of Jimin snuggling into his arms.
…No. No way.
“What’s… going on?”
Jeongguk muttered, tone half amused, half wary, though his expression stayed carefully neutral… aware of the red blinking lights pointed at him.
“A surprise trip! Season two of Are You Sure!”
His manager announced far too brightly, and Jeongguk let out a hollow laugh, the sound empty even to his own ears.
“Huh? You’re filming this?”
It came out sharper than he meant, tinged with disbelief and amusement. His manager’s forced smile faltered and cracked a little. And Jeongguk wasn’t new to this… being ambushed with cameras, spontaneous schedules, sudden filming plans. This wasn’t the first time, but it was the last thing he expected today. Season two of their travel show? Like this? Without warning?
They’d talked about filming twelve seasons eventually… He remembered joking about it with Jimin, promising he’d go anywhere if it meant going with him. He’d film a hundred seasons with Jimin if he had to. But this… this was blindsiding. Strange. A little invasive. He supposed. And deep down, Jeongguk wasn’t sure what emotion was bubbling in his chest… annoyance? Anxiety? Exhaustion? He couldn’t place it. His manager stepped closer, lowering his voice.
“We should inform Jimin too. Let’s go?”
Of course the cameras would follow both of them. Every second. Every moment of their first real trip alone after eighteen months of being watched, monitored, and restricted. The irony stung. Jeongguk swallowed whatever he was feeling… disappointment? Frustration? and simply nodded. He didn’t trust himself to say anything more. Not with the cameras rolling. Not with his thoughts tangled. He just… went with it.
He followed the crew back, the short walk bringing him right back to Jimin’s apartment building. The same place he had walked out of barely ten minutes earlier with sleepy kisses still lingering on his lips. As the cameras captured his every step, Jeongguk slipped his phone out of his pocket and typed a quick message with stiff fingers.
Jimin-ah, I am coming back
Something came up
Will explain. Be dressed!
Jeongguk hit send. Took a breath. And braced himself for whatever this unexpected “season two” was going to turn into. It would be beautiful. There was no doubt about it. Chemistry with Jimin was natural. They were two pieces of the same puzzle, but what bothered him was the journey to Switzerland and Jimin’s reaction. The elevator ride felt longer than it was. Jeongguk inhaled deeply as the doors opened to Jimin’s floor. His steps slowed the closer he got to the familiar door… the one he knew by heart, the one he could unlock with muscle memory alone.
He reached out automatically to punch in the passcode. But his fingers stopped mid-air. No. Not with strangers behind him. Not with cameras rolling. Not when Jimin deserved a warning. He hadn’t checked Jeongguk’s texts. He lowered his hand, swallowed hard, and pressed the doorbell instead. A pause. Some shuffling inside. A muffled groan… Jimin waking up, probably annoyed at being disturbed. Then the handle clicked, and the door swung open. Jimin stood there in the same soft beige cotton pants Jeongguk had laid out earlier. His short hair was messy, eyes still puffy with sleep, but smiling… wide, warm, the kind of smile that made Jeongguk’s chest go soft and reserved just for him.
“Gguk -”
Jimin’s voice cut off. The smile slipped right off his face the moment his gaze shifted past Jeongguk and landed on the camera crew lined up in the hallway. Confusion flickered first. Then hints of frustration. Then something guarded, something practiced… years of idol training snapping into place like armor. Media training at its finest.
“Oh!”
Jimin exclaimed, far too brightly. That public tone. That perfect excitement that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“We’re filming? Already?”
He turned that smile on the crew, slipping into host mode so seamlessly it hurt Jeongguk to watch. Jimin blinked a little, sharing a glance with the younger who looked equally helpless.
“Is it okay to film this?”
Jimin asked politely, stepping back to open the door wider.
“The place is a mess… damn”
A laugh escaped him… light, airy, and completely not real as he crouched down dramatically to tug at his hair. The little act did erupt a laugh out of Jeongguk, but his heart squeezed. He knew Jimin. Better than anyone. And every inch of him could see right through the act. The slight tension in Jimin’s shoulders. The way his fingers fidgeted once out of view of the crew. The way his eyes found Jeongguk’s for half a second… just one half-second of raw confusion before he hid it again under another bright smile. Jimin waved the crew toward the living room, chuckling as if this was all part of a plan.
“Guess we’re starting season two earlier than expected, huh?”
Jimin’s voice was sweet. Playful. Perfect. But Jeongguk felt every crack underneath it. He could practically hear the unspoken questions sitting on Jimin’s tongue.
What’s happening?
Why today, of all days?
Jeongguk’s stomach twisted. He didn’t have an answer. And he didn’t know how to fix this with cameras pointed at them from every angle. So, he did what he could.
“Uh… Hyung, can we have a moment?”
Jeongguk murmured under his breath, turning to his manager. The older man nodded instantly, ushering the crew out of the house, clearly aware that they needed space before anything else exploded on camera. The door clicked shut. Jimin stood near the sofa, arms crossed lightly over his naked chest… defensive, confused, and still trying to look soft around the edges because that was how he survived moments like these: by being gentle, calm, and composed. Jeongguk swallowed.
“Hyung… I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t… This was -”
“I know, Jeongguk-ah”
Jimin’s voice came out thin but not sharp.
“I know you didn’t. I’m not angry at you. Not at anyone to be honest”
That somehow made it worse. Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath.
“I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel right now. It was supposed to be us. A normal day. Just us”
Jimin’s expression softened, frustration and confusion replaced by something quieter, more vulnerable.
“I got excited when I saw you at the door”
He chuckled once… hollow as he moved forward.
“For a second I thought you forgot something. Or you wanted another kiss”
Jeongguk winced, letting out a sigh.
“I’m sorry”
“Darling”
Jimin whispered, stepping closer.
“Stop apologizing. We’re both just… thrown off”
The words loosened something in Jeongguk’s chest as he nodded a little. He reached out, fingers brushing Jimin’s arm, grounding himself. Jimin leaned in instinctively.
“I don’t know how we’re supposed to do this. I mean I know but…”
Jeongguk admitted and Jimin just listened.
“Having them film us every second… It feels like too much. Like I can’t even hear myself think”
A chuckle left Jeongguk’s lips and Jimin nodded slowly.
“It’s weird. And sudden. And honestly? I’m freaked out too”
He looked up at Jeongguk with those soft, honest eyes.
“But we talked about seasons, right? We wanted to do it together. Just… not like this”
“Not like this”
Jeongguk echoed, voice low.
“But…”
Jimin murmured, right hand sliding into Jeongguk’s and the other cupping the younger’s cheek.
“We’re together. And we’re good when we’re together”
Jeongguk exhaled shakily, squeezing his hands and leaning into the warm touch.
“Yeah. We are”
“We’ll figure it out”
Jimin promised, tugging him gently closer until Jeongguk could rest his forehead against his.
“We always do. If it gets overwhelming, we’ll talk. If something feels wrong, we’ll fix it. We got all the control. Editing is their headache. They have seen it all. If we need to breathe, we’ll take a break. We don’t have to pretend for them, alright?”
“We just have to be us”
Jeongguk whispered back, his breath evening out and the instant panic fading away. Jimin smiled… small but real.
“Exactly. And we’re kind of amazing, you know?”
A breathy laugh escaped Jeongguk as he stared at Jimin.
“Yeah… we’re pretty great. Too amazing”
Jimin nudged his nose against Jeongguk’s before dropping a kiss.
“Let’s just… enjoy what we can. Hold onto the parts that feel like us. The rest… let it blur. Who cares!”
Jeongguk nodded, feeling warmth slowly replacing all the confused feelings.
“As long as I have you, I can deal with anything, Hyung. I swear”
“Good”
Jimin whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jeongguk’s lips.
“Because I’m not going anywhere”
They held each other for a long moment before Jimin exhaled and pulled back slightly with a soft kiss.
“Ready to let them in again?”
Jeongguk kissed his forehead and smiled.
“Yeah. As long as you’re next to me”
“Always. Hyung’s got you”