[softkook anon] jikook visiting home together when they finally get free time. of course they part ways to their families, but jimin ends up driving across busan at 2am because he *misses* him. Jk shows him his room and jm makes fun of his iron man posters. They fall asleep snuggled into each other covered with warm blankets. Jk's mom decides not to wake them until late morning, letting the smell of breakfast fill the house, reminding them they are home, and they have all the time in the world.
“still the same, huh?” jimin whispers to him, eyes crinkling and smelling like cinnamon and spice and all things nice, dressed all soft in a cashmere sweater and knocking at his door. it’s 2am but jimin’s still driven all the way across the little towns separating them from the borders of busan.
“shut up, hyung, you know i like iron man….” jeongguk shys, “you know i like you too, don’t you? even if the things i do sometimes don’t show it,” it’s said as a small whisper, as jeongguk presses into he caramel warmth radiating off the smaller male, pressing into his back and the crook of his neck as they shuffle into his room, quiet so as not to disturb his sleeping family members.
“you don’t have to show anything, jeongguk-ah, i know,” jimin turns, slowly, toothy grin as he catches jeongguk’s cheeks in sweaterpaws, fairy lights in the background creating a teenage-romance like atmosphere.
“doesn’t it ever cross your mind? like what if i don’t behave the way you want me to and-” jeongguk starts babbling, but he’s met by a soft peck on his lips to shush him, cheeks on fire.
“hyung! you can’t play dirty and-!”
jimin starts giggling, on his tippy toes and presses drunken like kisses onto jeongguk’s face. “hush, love, you don’t need to cross my mind since you live there.”
ah, all the fanservice has finally paid off- there’s a coy flutter of his lashes, a wink; it sends jeongguk into an absolute mess.
“go to sleep, baby,” jimin coos, “sleep knowing you’re safe with me, we’re back home, my baby.”
“you know that i-”
“yes i know you love me, now sleep- i’ll tuck you into bed-”
jeongguk sulks petulantly, pouting as jimin turns to exit from his baby blue room, heading for the guest room after draping his maknae with fluffed pillows and blankets.
“i’ll only sleep if you’re in my arms, jimin-ah,” he murmurs, inaudible but clear enough for jimin to hear.
the fairy lights smile back down on jimin too, iluminating his rosy cheeks and precious beam.
“if you say so,” he mumbles- of course he would, he’s always been there quietly waiting;
(jimin wakes up to the milky soap-like scent of jeongguk’s chest, soft and warm and so much like home.)((jeongguk makes them spicy ramen for brunch and kisses the seasoning out of jimin after seven cups ans still going strong.))