marathon texas

anonymous asked:

Will you write a Jikook family head cannon? Like a flashback sorta thing? I kinda want it to be angsty but a happy angsty. Like the start, when Jikook got married, then when they got their kids, then when their kids got married, etc etc. I don’t scare how long you make or if you even consider this! Thank you for sharing writing tho! It’s really great! ❤️❤️💖

Thank you so much for the request!! I hope this turns out as good as you hoped it would💖

Jungkook had always been the one to stay cool, calm, and collected. Jimin had freaked out more than Jungkook when he’d met his parents for the first time, bouncing his knee and tapping his fingers until Jungkook would lace their hands together over Jimin’s thigh. 

Now, he was a hot mess. 

He paced back and forth in the hotel room, hands tugging at his hair until he thought he was going to pull it out. There was still 2 hours until the ceremony and Jungkook was sweating like a marathon runner in Texas. 

“Kook, you gotta calm down.” Seokjin stopped his pacing and forced him to sit down on the bed.

“It’ll be fine. You’re getting married today. It’s supposed to be happy!” Namjoon grinned at him as he sat beside him, hand grasping his shoulder like a proud father. 

“Yeah, I know. I’m just worried. What if he doesn’t-”

“No. None of that. Jimin loves you more than anything else in the world and he wouldn’t have said yes when you proposed unless he meant it.” Yoongi cut Jungkook off, looking over at him as he straightened his tie in front of the mirror.

Jungkook took a deep breath, unlocking his phone to look at his background; a picture of Jimin with his face scrunched up as he laughed. It was taken back when they were still dating, about two years into their relationship. 

Jungkook had taken Jimin to an amusement park for the anniversary of their first date and he’d tripped over the corner of a trash can, stumbling and knocking his knee into a bench. He’d bitten his lip and hissed out a string of curses directed at both the trash can and the bench, hopping around on one foot like a broken flamingo pogo stick, not realizing that Jimin was struggling to keep his laughter in.

Motherffffff- ow. Okay, ow. No, I’m fine, just fi-OW. Babe? Can you stop laughing and help me out here. Thanks.” 

He remembered seeing Jimin laugh so hard that he nearly peed himself and thinking that he just couldn’t forget it. Jungkook smiled at the picture, suddenly feeling a lot more confident after recalling how that night ended.

I love you so much.” Jimin had sighed and leaned into Jungkook’s side as the Ferris Wheel took them to the top, smiling at the view before Jungkook would kiss him silly.

I love you, too.”

The fond memories made adoration and happiness swell inside Jungkook’s chest, pushing any worries out of the way.

“Okay, I think I’m good.” He’d stood up and walked towards the bathroom to shower before throwing his suit on and fixing his hair. 

Jimin thought he was going to be the one to cry during the ceremony, but there he was walking down the aisle as he saw tears falling from Jungkook’s eyes, a watery smile greeting him when he reached him. 

“Baby, why are you crying?” Jimin would chuckle softly and wipe the tears from Jungkook’s eyes before having to wipe his own.

“I’m marrying the love of my life, I’d be worried if I wasn’t crying.” Jungkook would make Jimin giggle before they turned to the officiant. 

Jimin would take Jeon as his last name, which caused a giant grin to grace Jungkook’s face as he whispered it after they’d been declared married.

“Jeon Jimin, may I kiss you one more time?”

“You’d better.”

The reception would be amazing. Taehyung gave the sweetest, funniest, most embarrassing best man speech before wishing happiness and everlasting love to the both of them. Yoongi could only smile and shake his head when Taehyung would pull him to the dance floor to slow dance. Hoseok would get drunk and dance like his life depended on it; it would make for a great wedding video.

And the honeymoon would be in Hawaii. Beautiful sights and amazing activities that Jimin would swear they’d see the next time they came since they didn’t so much as leave the beach house for the entire week they were there.


Three years after they got married, Jungkook would mention adopting kids.


“Hmm?” Jimin would hum as Jungkook wound his arms around his waist, kissing the side of his neck before resting his chin on his shoulder.

“How would feel about being a father?”

Jimin would choke on his water, turning around to face Jungkook with an arched eyebrow.

“I don’t think that’s possible, babe. At least not how we do it.”

“No, no. I mean, adoption.” Jungkook would squeeze his hips and smile down at Jimin softly.

“Are you sure?” Jimin would have to ask, hands cupping Jungkook’s face as he waited for an answer.

“Of course. I want us to have the family we’ve always talked about.”

And that would begin their 8 month process of applying and getting rejected over and over again, reapplying and finally, finally, getting accepted. After 6 months of waiting after being approved, they’d bring home 7 month old Taehyun.

“Hey, buddy. I’m your dad.” Jimin would feel tears prick his eyes when he saw Jungkook hold their son for the first time.

(Taehyung would tear up when they’d told him that they named their son after him. And he definitely cried when they asked for he and Yoongi to be the Godparents. Yoongi even teared up a bit, even if he wouldn’t admit it.)

Two years later, Jungkook would get the same feeling when Jimin held their 4 month old daughter, Sungwoo, for the first time.

Throughout the next four years, they’d adopt one more child; a 2 year old boy, Chanhyuk.

By the time Chanhyuk had graduated college, Jimin and Jungkook would be getting ready to attend Taehyun’s wedding. 

Taehyun had gotten married early, at 24 years old, even earlier than his fathers. He’d met his wife on a school trip to Seoul, asked her out within the first week of meeting her, and proposed four years later. They’d gotten married two years after they’d gotten engaged and Jimin had cried like a baby during the ceremony.

“He grew up so fast!” 

“Shh, baby. I know, I know.”

“I can’t believe he’s already getting married. It seems like just yesterday he was saying ‘Papa’ for the first time.”

“Baby,” Jungkook would hold Jimin’s face in his hands, still feeling as in love as the day they got married, “we did a good job.”

Four years later, Jimin would cry at Sungwoo’s wedding, and four years after that, Jungkook would cry at Chanhyuk’s wedding. 


Once they’d reached their sixties, Jimin and Jungkook could only smile at each other when their 7 grand kids rushed the living room on Christmas eve, shoving each other like they used to do with their friends fifty years ago.

And at night, when their kids had left with their own children, Jungkook would kiss Jimin’s head and smile to himself.

“I can’t believe I was worried for nothing.” 



Short video of Taron at the Butt-Numb-A-Thon film marathon in Austin, Texas   (x)