“Jungkook–Jungkook!” Jimin screeched, his whole body waning to the side because his boyfriend; who had graciously refused to him using a fucking stool was instead lifting him up to install a hook on the wall for their clock to hang from. “Oh my God!”
“I'm sorry!” Jungkook snickered, placing Jimin back on his feet as his body shaked in laughter. “I'm sorry, baby!”
“You idiot! We could have just used the damn stool!” the blond huffed out, his frown quickly dissipating into a fond smile when he looked at how happy his boyfriend looked.
The apartment was far from finished, the walls were the only parts that were painted to perfection but aside from a few appliances that they manually installed in the small kitchen there wasn't much to see yet.
“Stop looking at me like you want to marry me.” Jungkook tutts, surrendering to Jimin's requests and finally, finally; taking the stool and placing it close to the wall the blond was about to hammer the hook on. “It's taking all of me not to marry you, want me to rehearse? I, Jeon Jungkook– vow to--”
“--fuck Jimin silly until the day he dies.” Jimin cuts off in a teasing tone, planting both feet on the stool and successfully installing the hook on the wall.
“vow to love!” Jungkook protested, grabbing the clock and passing it to Jimin who places it perfectly on the wall. “You're such a pervert!”
“Are you hearing youself right now, Jeon?” the blond asked with a giggle, hopping down the stool and placing the hammer on the counter. He leans to the side and folds his arms in amusement. “From the two of us you're more of a horndog than I am.”
“Sorry, babe. I don't know what you're talking about.” Jungkook responded lightly, scratching his cheek in fake nonchalance.
“Don't you think we should move the mattress in our room?” Jimin asked, glaring at the massive cushion plopped haphazardly in the middle of the kitchen which was facing the entrance of their apartment.
“It'd be fine there for now.” the raven haired argued, back hugging Jimin and hooking his chin over his shoulder. “What color should our couch be?”
“Grey?” Jimin suggested, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “Or honestly, anything neutral. You and I like neutral tones, so nothing too flashy.”
“Do you want a fireplace?” Jungkook whispered, intertwining their hands and using that as leverage to urge Jimin's pointer finger to locate a blank wall adjacent to the window line of the front door. “Over there?”
“No, that'd be a fire hazard.” Jimin grumbled, folding his arms again and shaking his head vehemently. “We can just install heaters.”
“We're about to have our very first newly wed argument over a fireplace right now, Jimin.” Jungkook says seriously, removing himself from the back hug and staring Jimin down.
“You're being ridiculous--”
“A fireplace, Jimin.” the raven haired asserted, his gaze wavering when Jimin glares at him.
“I said no, Jeon.” Jimin says firmly. “Jungmin might get hurt if he stays over. No fireplaces.”
“Baby.” Jungkook pleaded, changing his tone and approach immediately to a soft and convincing one.
Jimin starts laughing, his body curling forward to the taller as they both fall onto the matress in the fit of their own giggles.
Their apartment was messy, dust and chipped paint scattered on the barely carpeted floor— their matress still covered in plastic packaging and their kitchen light broken but it was perfect.
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Opposite's Still Attract || Jikook
FanfictionWhen Jimin first set foot in University, he had his head held high and his record clean. Enter Jeon Jungkook, head of one of the most feared Gangster's in the underground-The Ace of Spades. After a cup of searing hot coffee is spilled and a bunch o...
