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The clock struck midnight, and the house was cloaked in silence-except for the soft rustle of pages and the quiet scratch of Jimin’s pen moving across his notes.
His eyes were heavy, fingers aching, but he pressed on. It was his final year, his last semester… He wanted to do well. For himself. For his parents. And maybe… a little for Jungkook too.
A soft knock on the study room door interrupted his thoughts.
Before he could answer, the door cracked open and Jungkook peeked in with a sleepy smile and a mug in hand.
“Still studying?” he asked softly.
Jimin blinked, sitting up straighter. “Mhm… just one more topic.”
Jungkook walked in and set the warm cup of coffee beside him. “Your second cup in the last three hours,” he said with a chuckle. “If your brain starts vibrating, don’t blame me.”
Jimin laughed quietly, lifting the mug. “Thank you, Jungkook-ssi…”
“You don’t have to call me that,” Jungkook said, tone teasing but warm. “We’re married, you know.”
Jimin’s ears went red, but he just smiled into his coffee.
Jungkook leaned against the doorframe for a moment, watching him.
“You’re working really hard,” he said after a pause. “I’m proud of you.”
Jimin looked up, startled-and touched. No one had ever told him that in the middle of exam stress. It felt heavier than it should have, but it landed right in his chest.
Jungkook didn’t wait for a response. He only added softly, “Wake me up if you need anything,” and quietly left the room, leaving behind the comforting warmth of fresh coffee and kind words.
That night, Jimin studied for two more hours-but the exhaustion didn’t feel so lonely anymore.
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Two days later, It was a quiet morning, sunlight spilling golden across the kitchen counter. Jimin had the day off between his exams and was humming softly while flipping the last pancake onto a plate when he heard footsteps descending the stairs.
“Morning,” Jungkook mumbled, still a bit sleepy, one hand rubbing his eyes, the other holding a shirt with a dangling button.
“Good morning,” Jimin replied with a gentle smile.
Jungkook approached him, holding the shirt out. “Uh… do you know how to sew a button? This one’s come loose and I kind of… don’t trust myself not to stab my own hand.”
Jimin let out a small laugh, wiping his hands before taking the shirt. “Give it here.”
“I mean, I’m wearing it already…” Jungkook added sheepishly, motioning at himself.
Jimin tilted his head. “Okay, stand still.”
He threaded the needle quickly, steady fingers working with practiced ease. As he began sewing the button back in place, Jungkook stood absolutely still, breathing carefully. Jimin’s face was just inches away from his chest, his soft brown hair brushing the fabric. The smell of his shampoo-a gentle lavender-wrapped itself around Jungkook, making his heart skip a beat.
“You’re really good at this,” Jungkook whispered.
Jimin looked up, meeting his eyes briefly, and smiled. “Years of fixing my dad’s shirts.”
Jungkook’s throat went dry.
When the button was finally secured, Jimin leaned in a little more, holding the thread taut between his fingers. He didn’t realize how close he’d gotten until he used his teeth to cut the extra thread.
Jungkook froze.
His ears turned a bright pink, and he sucked in a breath as the heat from Jimin’s breath ghosted across his chest.
“There,” Jimin said softly, unaware of the chaos he’d just stirred. “All done.”
He looked up at Jungkook, and their eyes locked-his warm, curious… Jungkook’s wide and stunned.
A beat passed in silence.
Jimin stepped back, finally catching the flush on Jungkook’s cheeks and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.
“Did… I do something wrong?” Jimin asked, genuinely concerned.
“No!” Jungkook quickly said, clearing his throat. “Not at all. You… you just saved my shirt. Thank you.”
Jimin tilted his head again, amused at his flustered state. “You’re welcome.”
As he turned back to the breakfast table, Jungkook remained frozen in place, still recovering from that accidental intimacy. His heart, he feared, was no longer just caught in the threads of a button… but something much deeper.
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