Jungkook loved his boyfriend, very much. Jimin was perfect; his characteristics, habits, quirks, personality, and physical traits were flawless.

It was always nice for Jungkook to come home and be greeted by his energetic ball of a lover. Jimin always brightened his day no matter what had happened.

Although, after Jimin's college classes started back, he was less energetic. He stayed up most nights, doing work or catching up on reading chapters in his textbooks.

Jungkook went to bed alone those nights and sometimes woke up alone as well. He'd find Jimin sleeping on the kitchen table, a cup of coffee drained beside his hyung's limp hand.

The younger was all for his boyfriend going to school for something he loved, but he didn't like the stress it put on his lover.

Jungkook himself had inherited his father's business, which was actually quite fun and occasionally easy to run. He didn't have a lot to worry about and he made enough money to support the both of them.

"Jimin," Kook moved the coffee cup to the side, "Baby, wake up."

A low, slow mumble came from the older, "Kook....more...coffee."

"No, babe," the younger pulled Jimin to sit up straight before he picked him up, "Sleep."

"I have work," Jimin muttered.

"Do it later."

"I can't. It's due tomorrow."

"You're taking today off."

"I can-"

"I'm staying with you, okay? To make sure you rest. I'll do anything you need me to, okay?"

"Kay," Jimin relaxed in the younger's arms.

Jung smiled to himself and carried the other to bed. He tucked Jimin in then moved around to the other side where he laid down himself.

The older moved to his side before he even got settled and wrapped himself around the taller.

It was quiet for a while, as Jungkook played with Jimin's hair, and then the older suddenly spoke.

"You know what would be great?"

"What?" Jung kissed his forehead.

"A back rub."

Another short pause sent the younger's imagination into the dirtiest corners of his own mind, "Just a back rub?"

"No, like...a massage," Jimin hummed.

"Mkay," Kook smirked, "Get some sleep and I'll do that after you wake up."

"Thank you baby," Jimin kissed the other's ribcage through his shirt, "You smell good, too."

"Sleep hyung."

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Jungkook had fallen asleep as well. He normally slept longer than Jimin- the older's insomnia being another factor for his nocturnal behavior.

So it wasn't surprising when Jung woke up and Jimin was settled in the sheets with his textbook in hand.

"Babe," Kook groaned and rolled to his side, "I told you today was your day off."

"That's sweet and all Jungkook," Jimin smiled and glanced at the younger, "But that doesn't help me pass my classes."

"I could get someone to do all this for you, you know?"

"I know, but then I wouldn't learn anything," Jimin winked at him, "You can't have a stupid boyfriend, now can you, Mr. Jeon?"

"You're not stupid," Kook grumbled and closed his eyes.

"Thank you Kookie," Jimin giggled, "Let's get some breakfast."

The sound of Jimin's textbook closing made Kook open his eyes. He watched as Jimin slid out of bed, sweatpants shed and adorable galaxy boxers hanging loosely on his hips.

"You're so cute!" Jungkook whined and pulled the covers over his head.

Jimin started laughing as he left the room, luring Kook out of the bed as the sound became distant.

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The younger male started getting everything Jimin would need for pancakes out of the higher shelves.

By the time the shorter made it to the kitchen (having had to clean the dining table off), it was obvious what Jungkook wanted.

"Pancakes?" Jimin smirked and grabbed a small bowl from the dish drain.

"Yes please," Jung gave his boyfriend a side hug, "I love your pancakes."

"So you've said a hundred times," the older leaned his head back and Kook pressed a small kiss to his lips.

"Love you Chim," the younger moved to stand behind the other and watched him as he made the batter, "I think it's really cool that you don't need pre-made pancake mix."

"Thank you," Jimin giggled, "My momma let me make them whenever I wanted, breakfast or not. It got easier every time."

"I can't cook," Jungkook pouted, "No one taught me that stuff."

"I can teach you. Not like I know all that much....but we aren't starving."

"No," Jung chuckled, "We definitely aren't," his hand fell down to Jimin's thigh.

The older whined and took a step forward, "I haven't even eaten yet, don't start."

The younger smiled to himself before he kissed Jimin's temple, pulling their bodies back together, "Sorry, you just look really adorable."

"Screw you," Jimin turned around and pecked the taller's cheek, "I'm gay, but I'm still a guy. I'm handsome, stupid."

"Right, right," Jungkook returned the peck, "You're handsome and sexy and everything in between."

"There ya go, now let me make your pancakes," Jimin moved away, grabbing a frying pan and turning on the stove.

Kook leaned against the counter and watched Jimin. He didn't want to do anything other than look at the smaller male. If he went blind to the world around him, and could only see Jimin, it wouldn't bother him. The older male was everything beautiful in the world stuffed into a body, so he wouldn't be missing anything.

"Can I at least go to my evening classes? I don't do anything there besides take notes and fill out worksheets."

"I still owe you a massage though. And I was thinking we could take a bath together."

"That's sweet baby, but I still need to go to class."

The taller pouted to himself and crossed his arms, "I guess. But I'm pampering you when you get back."

Jimin giggled then turned and walked over to him, "Thank you, Kookie. I love you."

"Love you more."

"Love you most."

"Liar."

The older rolled his eyes before scampering away, "Watch the food, I gotta pee!"

Kook laughed and walked towards the stove, grabbing a spatula on his way.

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Jungkook had taken the day off, so sitting around and waiting for Jimin was definitely boring.

He had the day all planned out by eleven in the morning and Jimin wouldn't be getting home until three. But how was Jungkook supposed to wait that long?

Without his boyfriend or work to distract himself, he found himself lazing around on the couch. He played games on his phone, watched tv, played a couple PS4 games and then repeated the cycle. Yet, with all this, he still couldn't entertain himself, only occupy his hands.

At one, Jungkook turned the tv off and sighed as he looked around. The apartment was as clean as ever, so he couldn't do anything special for Jimin in that aspect. So he paused and turned to his phone.

After going through a few possible word phrasings in his head, he texted Jimin.

: If you had to choose a fancy meal to have right now what would it be?

Jungkook leaned back and waited, tapping his fingers on the back of his phone.

Jiji: steak 100%

Kook chuckled at that and bit his lip. Jimin loved steak and he questioned himself on why he had to ask.

: Me too

Kook left his texts and went to his restaurant app. After setting it up to where the recommendations would only show restaurants that served steak and made house calls, he placed an order consisting of all of Jimin's favorite things.

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"Jungkook, you never-" Jimin stopped short and dropped his computer bag to the floor. All the apartment lights where off, but he noticed a faint, soft glow coming from around the kitchen wall. "-answered my text."

Seconds later, Jungkook stepped out of the kitchen, wearing a nicely pressed suit.

"Kookie," Jimin pouted, "Do you have to go in to the office this late?"

"No, hyung," Kook smiled and moved over to the older, bringing Jimin's attention to the fact that Jung wasn't wearing shoes with his suit.

"Then why're you dressed up?" Jimin smiled as he looked up to the other.

"Because," Kook held out his hand, "It matches my plans."

Jimin rolled his eyes and slid his fingers into Jungkook's palm, "What exactly are your plans?"

"Hm, wouldn't you like to know?" He asked happily, leading Jimin to the kitchen, "It's nothing much, just a dinner I ordered."

"At least you didn't lie and said you cooked."

"If I cooked we would probably be without an apartment. And I know you know that, so it's useless to say I cooked."

Jimin giggled and dropped his head before lifting it again. "Aw!" He turned to the younger.

"What?" Jung smirked, knowing perfectly well why Jimin was cooing and pinching his cheeks.

"You got all my favorite foods," Jimin giggled, dropping his hands to the taller's shoulders. "Thank you Kookie."
Kook smiled and pulled the older closer, "There's steak under those metal lids."

Jimin's eyes opened wider and Jungkook was sure he saw Jimin lick drool off the corner of his mouth.

"I'll take that as you're hungry," Jung chuckled.

"Starving," Jimin let go of his boyfriend and moved to sit down. He started uncovering the dishes with lids on them and almost groaned at the smell, "Kookie, sit. We have to eat now."

The younger chuckled, moving over to Jimin and pecking his head before he sat across from him.

Jimin handed the younger a pair of chopsticks and then started to dig into his side dishes. He always saved the steak for last since it was the best part.

"It's been a while since we had fresh kimchi, huh?" Kook smiled to himself as he took a bite of his own steak.

"Mhm," Jimin nodded, humming around his mouthful of food. After he'd swallowed, he smiled. "Thank you Kookie. It's just what I needed."

The younger shrugged and reached over to grab Jimin's hand, "You seem stressed these days. I just wanted you to relax."

"I'm relaxing," Jimin nodded, "I'm completely worry free when we're together."

Jungkook smiled and squeezed Jimin's hand, then went back to eating as Jimin told him about his test scores and overall grades.

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"Ugh," Jimin leaned back in his chair and pat his belly, "Kookie, that was great. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it," the taller stood up and gathered the dirty dishes. He leaned down and pecked his love's lips when he picked up Jimin's plate.

As he tried to pull away, Jimin stood up, keeping their lips connected as he rose. Only then did he let Jungkook go.

Kook pecked his temple then moved to the sink.

Jimin picked up their wine glasses and the cake plate, then brought it over to where Jungkook was standing.

The younger had rolled up his sleeves and started filling the sink with water and soap. He pulled out the fancy drawer that housed their garbage can and started scraping the leftovers off.

Then Jimin squawked and Jungkook looked up to see a pout on the smaller's lips.

Jung laughed and handed the fork to his boyfriend, who became the scraper.

"Try'n'a take my job," Jimin sarcastically shook his head, "What kind of a boyfriend are you?"

"Hey, I ordered dinner for you," Jungkook pouted, "Don't I get brownie points for that?"

Jimin reached over and turned the water off, "I guess just a few," he sighed.

Jungkook slipped the plate into the sink then reached out and pulled Jimin into a hug, not really caring about the garbage can between them.

"Alright, alright," Jimin laughed out, "Four brownie points."

"Thank you," Jungkook let go and held the other plate over the trash bin.

"Seriously? That's all I get?" Ji stuck out his bottom lip, "Normally I get a little more when you have steak."

"Normally you don't have tests the days we eat out."

Jimin reached up and lightly smacked the other's cheek, earning a bunny smile from the taller.

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Jimin had went to brush his teeth while Jungkook washed up their dishes. He changed into some baggy shorts and a loose, sleeveless shirt.

About fifteen minutes after Jimin had settled into bed with his textbook, Jungkook walked through.

His suit jacket was gone and his white dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

Jung glanced at his boyfriend on his way to the bathroom and changed his route. "Ah-ah-ah," he took the older's textbook and dropped it on the nightstand, "No studying, just relaxing."

"But Kookie!"

"No," the younger leaned down and pecked Jimin's forehead, "I told you that you were relaxing. Now take your shirt off and lay on your tummy."

"Kookie!" Jimin's face turned red and he reached for his book.

"That's not what it's for, pervert," Jungkook grabbed his love's arm and pinned it to the bed, "Now take your shirt off and lay on your tummy."

Jimin pouted, lightly scratching Jung's wrist with the hand that was pinned. Then he sighed and dropped his head back, "Fine."

"Thank you, Baby," Kook leaned down and kissed the older's abdomen, bringing a giggle from Ji.

With that, Jungkook hurried to the bathroom.

Jimin laid still for a bit- knowing that Jungkook was brushing his teeth- then he sat up, shed his shirt, and rolled over.

Jungkook stepped back into the room seconds later, yet Jimin's eyes were closed so he didn't see him; he only heard his footsteps and felt the bed dip.

"Kookie, what's all this for?" Jimin whined, almost falling asleep since he was so comfortable.

"Hm," Jungkook smiled to himself, picking up the bottle of baby oil from their nightstand, "I told you I'd give you a massage."

Before Jimin could sit up to protest, Jungkook had straddled his waist and kept him down.

"Kookie, you don't-"

"Well, I'm gonna," Jungkook leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jimin's cheek, "Just because I love you."

Jimin felt himself blush so he turned his head to bury his face in his arms. That's when he remembered that he was too lazy to put his contacts in this morning.

He took off his glasses and was about to lay them on the table, but Jungkook stopped him.

"Keep them on, baby," he laughed lowly, "You look hot with them on."

"Liar," Jimin mumbled, but put his glasses back on nonetheless.

Jungkook sat up straight again and grabbed the bottle of baby oil, opening it up. He poured a bit onto Jimin's back, then a bit into his palm. After that, he sat the bottle back on the nightstand.

As soon as his hands came into contact with Jimin's skin, the older sighed.

"Do your shoulders hurt worse, or is it your back?"

"Shoulders," Ji muttered, having no reason to hide how stressed he was.

Kook pushed his hands up, dragging baby oil from the small of his love's back to his shoulder blades.

Jimin let out an appreciative hum when Kook pushed his fingers against the knots in his right shoulder.

"You shouldn't get this tense hyung," Kook pouted, "Tell me earlier next time, okay?"

"Alright," Jimin managed to reply before he grunted in satisfaction.

"Aish," Jungkook chuckled, "Don't make that sound."

Jimin whined and reached back to hit the younger's thigh. Yet, his blush only deepened at the sound of the contact.

Jungkook could see the tips of Jimin's ears turn pink and it made him laugh, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"I told you I've been going to the gym," Kook pressed into Jimin's other shoulder and the smaller exhaled harshly, "Did you not believe me?"

"I thought you only said that so you and Nam Joon hyung could go drinking."

"I'm offended, hyung," Jungkook smirked and pressed his thumbs against the back of the smaller's neck, "But at least you know now."

"Well, now I'm gonna feel all ugly," Jimin whined, "My thighs are still fat."

"What's wrong with a little jiggle physics?" The younger shrugged.

"Okay," Jimin laughed. "One: never say 'jiggle physics' again when referencing my body. Two: it means I'm unhealthy and that's not sexy."

"Then you're healthy, because you sure as hell, definitely are sexy."

"Kookie," the older whined and wiggled a bit, "don't make me blush."

"Ah, it's too late for that," the taller quirked his head to the side. He moved his hands down, between Jimin's shoulder blades, and the older basically moaned.

"Down a little more," Jimin rolled his shoulders and one of them popped. "That feels better," he giggled.

Kook's hands slid around until his fingers pressed into the right spot and Jimin groaned.

A few minutes more of this had the younger male getting reckless.

At some point his left hand snuck to his own dress pants and pulled them open.

They weren't as tight after that, but Jungkook still wished they didn't exist at all.

"Kookie," Jimin's voice was light, like it was the time he broke the tv and didn't want Jungkook to be upset.

"Yeah, baby?"

"My legs kinda hurt too," Jimin's blush deepened, his ears turning an even darker shade of red.

Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to place kisses on the older's neck, "Then I suggest we get these shorts off and you roll over."

"I'll get baby oil all over the sheets though."

"It'll be okay," the taller laughed, removing himself from Jimin's waist, "Trust me on this one."

The older male hesitated before he rolled to his back, and looked at his boyfriend. "God, what happened to you?" He mumbled.

Another small laugh from the younger was used as the transition that got Jungkook between Jimin's legs.

He pulled the smaller's shorts off then pushed them to the side, picking up the bottle of oil.

"These are cute," Jungkook poked Jimin's boy shorts, "Did you get these when you went shopping last week?"

"Hm. Tae said...they'd look good on my hips. But they're for girls and I kinda feel...weird knowing that."

Jungkook shrugged, "Who said that boys can't wear them? There wasn't a danger label on the package was there?"

"No," Jimin shook his head, tensing his muscles as Kook's hands landed on his left thigh, "So it's not weird that they're for girls?"

"No. Do you like them? I know you like this color blue a lot," Kook hooked a finger under one side of the fabric.

"They're comfy and they don't leave lines. I do like the color."

"Then it's not weird," the younger flashed a smile and pushed his fingertips into Jimin's inner thigh.

The older bit his lip and let himself relax again, his eyes falling closed, "Thanks for this, baby."

"No problem," Kook smiled, moving down to massage the other's calf, "I wanted to treat you. You've been working so hard and getting good grades. You've put your studies before your health, so now I'm gonna put you first."

"Aw, you shouldn't do that," Jimin reached down and blindly swatted his hand towards the younger.

"Why not?" Kook moved up to Jimin's right thigh once the older let out a sigh of relief.

"Because I'm not that special."

"You are to me. I love you."

"Love you too, Kookie."

By the time Jungkook got to massaging the older's feet, he was just playing with Jimin's toes.

Jimin would pout and pull his legs up whenever the younger skimmed the bottoms of his feet. Eventually Jimin made the other stop and his legs fell to the sides of Jungkook's.

The younger exhaled before he pushed himself up to hover over the older, "Feel any better?"

"Yeah," the smaller nodded. "A