Picture Perfect - JJK ✅

25

“Park Jimin and his hardships”

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As the world faded away and time seemed to stand still, Jiwoo and Jungkook continued to kiss passionately. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony, each kiss deeper and more intoxicating than the last. Jiwoo couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, while Jungkook's strong hands encircled her waist, holding her tightly against him.

Jungkook's fingers, slightly cool against the warmth of Jiwoo's skin, traced a delicate path along her waist, sending shivers down her spine. Their bodies pressed against each other, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this perfect, intimate embrace.

Their lips finally parted, but they remained close, foreheads touching as they both struggled to catch their breath. The air around them seemed charged with an electrifying energy, a tangible manifestation of the love that had ignited between them.

"I- what? That was so..." Jiwoo's words came out in hushed, reverent tones as she struggled to regain her breath. "Amazing," Jungkook finished for her, his voice soft and filled with awe as he mirrored her sentiments.

They remained locked in that sweet, silent embrace, each heartbeat echoing the rhythm of their newfound love. They stood there, their foreheads touching and hearts entwined.

"I'll go get some water," Jungkook stammered, and Jiwoo nodded quickly. Both of them suddenly felt a bit awkward, their minds racing with the intensity of the moment. Jungkook left for the kitchen, his thoughts in a whirlwind as he contemplated the incredible kiss they had shared.

Jiwoo crouched down, her hand resting on her wildly beating heart, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the kiss. It had left her breathless, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

She kept her other hand on her mouth, her lips still tingling from the lingering sensation of Jungkook's soft and warm mouth pressed against hers. It was a kiss that had sent shockwaves through her entire being.

In the kitchen, Jungkook sat on one of the chairs, his head buried in his arms. His ears and cheeks burned with the memory of their passionate embrace. He hadn't planned for things to escalate so quickly, but the undeniable chemistry between them had taken over.

He couldn't stop grinning, his face still hidden, as he replayed the kiss in his mind. The butterflies in his stomach continued to flutter, and he couldn't contain his excitement.

Jungkook walked back to his living room, his ears still tingling from the heat of their kiss. He cleared his throat nervously, wanting to break the newfound tension in the air. "I got you some water," he stammered, holding out the glass, his cheeks still flushed.

Jiwoo accepted the glass with a shaky hand, her fingers brushing against Jungkook's in the process, sending a delightful shiver through both of them. They exchanged a knowing, yet slightly awkward smile, their hearts racing. Jiwoo sipped the cold water, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

Breaking the silence, she finally spoke, her voice filled with a hint of reluctance, "I should go. I have my shoot early tomorrow." There was a trace of disappointment in her tone.

Jungkook nodded, sharing the same sense of longing. "Yeah, I have an appointment as well," he replied with a hint of sadness.

As they walked towards the door, the room was charged with the palpable energy of their stolen kiss. Both of them could still feel the thumping of their hearts echoing in the same rhythm.

Jiwoo hesitated before leaving, and in a spontaneous moment, Jungkook pulled her into a comforting hug. Jiwoo smiled against his chest, cherishing the closeness. She tiptoed, placing a gentle peck on Jungkook's lips, leaving him momentarily stunned.

As Jiwoo broke the kiss and hastily made her exit, the memory of her soft lips lingered on Jungkook's, and he found himself frozen in place for a moment before bursting into laughter.

***

Jiwoo practically skipped out of Jungkook's building, a radiant grin gracing her face. "Now, how do I get home?" she pondered aloud. Retrieving her phone to book a cab, she was taken aback when a car pulled up in front of her, the driver honking for her attention. As the window rolled down, Jiwoo's eyes widened in surprise.

"Get in, Dumbass," Jimin greeted her with a sly smirk. Jiwoo's face lit up with delight, and she almost dropped her phone in shock. "Jimin? OMG, I love you!" she exclaimed, wasting no time in hopping into his car.

"Did you even leave?" she questioned, hastily fastening her seatbelt as the vehicle pulled away from the curb.

Jimin chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I didn't leave. I couldn't just leave you stranded, right?" he replied, navigating the streets with ease.

"Aww, Mimi, you're the best brother ever!" Jiwoo cooed, her heart brimming with affection.

Jimin couldn't resist recording the moment on his phone. "Say it again," he urged with a teasing grin.

Jiwoo laughed, playing along with her brother's antics. "Jimin, you're the best brother ever! I love you!" she declared, forming an exaggerated heart shape with her hands. Jimin nodded in satisfaction, and they continued their journey, the bond between them stronger than ever.

Jiwoo slumped down on Jimin's comfy couch and found herself inundated with notifications on her phone. At first, she ignored them, but the constant buzzing and chiming grew impossible to ignore. She picked up her phone lazily and was met with a surprising sight: Jimin had posted the video of her declaring him the best brother on his social media story. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips.

However, her amusement was short-lived as her phone continued to explode with more notifications. She couldn't help but check them out. Jin had gone on a rampage, spamming their group chat with a flurry of complaints.

"PARK JIMIN, YOU BITCH! WHERE ARE YOU?" she exclaimed, storming into her brother's room. Jimin sat on his bed, giggling like a schoolgirl as he interacted with his fans.

"Ji, my fans think you're so cute," Jimin said, excitement dancing in his eyes as he proudly displayed his phone.

Jiwoo scrunched up her sweater sleeves to her elbows and assumed a determined expression. "You're so dead," she declared and lunged at Jimin with her pillow. She mercilessly pummeled her brother with the soft weapon, not giving him a chance to retaliate. Just as she was preparing for the final blow, the doorbell rang.

"Ugh, why does the doorbell always interrupt the good stuff?" Jiwoo muttered, still clutching her pillow. Jimin swiftly escaped her clutches and dashed to answer the door.

"Don't think you're safe, I'm coming to get you!" she warned, hot on his heels with her pillow at the ready.

Jimin swung the door open hastily, revealing Jin standing on the other side. Jiwoo's eyes widened, but it was too late to halt her pillow attack. Jimin pushed Seokjin in front of him, and Jiwoo's pillow landed squarely in Jin's face.

"Bullseye," Jimin quipped, grinning from ear to ear as Jin sputtered.

"Jiwoo, pass me a pillow too," Jin said, his tone deceptively sweet, as he closed the apartment door behind him.

"Wait, wait, wait, guys, let's talk it out like elders do," Jimin attempted to mediate, laughing nervously as he sought to defuse the situation.

"Adults don't embarrass their sisters by posting videos of them doing cringy stuff," Jiwoo retorted, brandishing her pillow.

"And adults don't tag the guy their sister has declared as her brother in a video posted to mock him," Jin added, his tone taking on a more threatening note as he approached Jimin with his own pillow. And so, we can conclude that Park Jimin vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.

The end.