The rest of the spring goes by quickly, and Jimin has Jungkook to blame for that. It's like all of his days start blending together, turning into one big whirl of Kook.

He can't believe how quick he fell into this, into him, how seamless everything is, it's natural and Jimin couldn't ask for anything else.

But. There is something they haven't discussed and Jimin doesn't know how to belting it up without feeling like he's in high school.

They're at the shopping centre one Tuesday evening, Jungkook rummaging through a rack of sweatshirts as if he needs another one, and Jimin is looking on, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently.

" Jungkook, you didn't say we'd be here all fucking night," he groans. " You said you just wanted to run in real quick." Jungkook blatantly ignores him, so Jimin groans louder. " I have stuff to do!"

He looks up at that. " What do you have to do?"

Jimin pauses. " I need to walk Link."

Jungkook snorts and goes back to the sweatshirts. " That's a lie."

" Ugh, fine, I recorded Pretty Little Liars at your house."

" That sounds about right."

Jimin starts tapping his foot again.

" I'm not getting any younger."

He laughs, throwing his hands up in the air. " You're such a pain in the ass. Just, shh, for like five minutes, and we can stop for ice cream."

" I'm not a fucking child." He makes a face, pouting. " And besides, the ice cream place will be closed by the time we finally get out of here."

" Oh for the love of God, you're exhausting."

Jimin is about to respond, insult on the tip of his tongue, when he hears someone calling his name from across the shop, Jimin looks up to see his mum's friend Kim, whom he hasn't seen in years.

" Hi, Kim!" he says, meeting her in for a hug. " How are you?"

" I'm great honey, how is everything?"

She smiles and turns to Jungkook.

" And who's this?"

Jimin clears his throat. " Oh, this is, um, this is, this..." Jungkook gives him a look, and Jimin can tell he's blushing, his face hot. " This is my...My Jungkook."

Kim looks very uncomfortable, about as uncomfortable as Jimin feels.

" Well, it's nice to meet you, Jimin's Jungkook."

Jungkook holds out his hand. " You, too. How long have you known Jay?"

Jimin tunes out as the two of them chat, embarrassed that he couldn't spit out the words boyfriend, embarrassed that he couldn't ask Jungkook about it earlier this week when he first wondered about it. And it's not like Jungkook is seeing anyone else. He knows their committed, knows this is a big deal for both of them. He just...Can't manage to actually say, " This is Jungkook, my boyfriend," without feeling like he's a sophomore in high school, without his palms getting sweaty.

Mostly, he can't admit there's a tiny part of him that's afraid he's wrong, and Jungkook isn't as in this as he is.

" Alright, well, it was great to see you, Min. And nice to meet you Jungkook," Mrs Kim says, pulling Jimin in for a hug again, " Tell your mum I said hello."

" Will do."

She walks away and Jungkook looks at Jimin, smirk playing over his face, lips pressed together.

" What." Jimin is having a hard time meeting Jungkook's gaze.

" Nothing. It's cute seeing you squirm, though."

" Excuse me?"

" Why couldn't you call me your boyfriend?" He nudges Jimin's shoulder with his own. " I am, right?"

Jimin swallows. " I wasn't sure if that's what you wanted and I didn't want to put you on the spot. And

I haven't asked someone to be my boyfriend since I was 17."

Jungkook's face breaks out into a smile. " Thats all I want."

He rolls his eyes. " You make me nauseous." He's playing it off, but he feels so much better, ridiculously better.

" You don't have to actually ask me, Min," Jungkook continues, smile still bright. " I'm yours and you're mine and that's it." He shrugs. " If that's okay with you."

Jimin scrunches up his nose. " Yeah, I suppose it's okay with me."

" Okay, good. Now, help me pick out a sweatshirt before someone else comes over here and forces you into another stroke."

" I hate you."

" No, you don't. I'm your boyfriend," Jungkook says, dragging out the o in boyfriend.

" Ugh. I take it back. We're not boyfriends."

" Guess I have no reason to keep Pretty Little Liars on my recordings, then."

Jimin holds up the first sweatshirt he sees off the rack. " This one would look great on you and you're the best boyfriend I've ever had."

Jungkook smirks. " That's more like it." He grabs the sweatshirt out of Jimin's hands and brings it to the register. " My boyfriend likes this one," he tells the cashier, winking over his shoulder at Jimin.

Jimin thinks if he rolls his eyes again, they're going to get stuck like that. It's a real possibility at this rate. And he's fine for that.

" Okay, so the first person I ever had sex with was Jill Kelly when I was in junior high school."

Jimin is sitting on Jungkook's couch after dinner out with Hobi and Sarah, the TV playing The day after tomorrow, Jungkook's head in Jimin's lap. Jimin running his fingers through his hair, making a complete mess of it, but Jungkook says it's his favourite thing. Whenever Jimin's fingers stop moving, Jungkook will nudge his head until he starts up again. Honestly, it's like he has two giant dogs he never asked for.

He scratches gently at the nape of his neck, still tangling his fingers in his hair. " Jill Kelly? Really?"

" Mhmm." Jungkook's eyes slip shut, opening again a moment later.

" Why did I think your first time was with Ben Kingdon?"

" That's was my first time with a guy. Jill was the year before."

" Oh. How was she?"

Jimin can feel Jungkook's smile against his leg. " You jealous?"

" Yes, I'm jealous of inexperienced 17-year-old Jeon Jungkook who probably came in a minute and a half."

" Excuse me," Jungkook protests. He nips at Jimin's thigh and Jimin retaliates by tugging at his hair. " I'll have you know I was always a fantastic lay, stamina be damned."

Jimin snorts. " So, I'm right about the minute and a half."

" Oh, like I'm sure you were much better for your first time."

He chews in his bottom lip, holding back a smile. " I don't remember, to be honest. All I can remember thinking was, Don't hurt him, don't fucking hurt him."

Jungkook sits up next to Jimin and puts his hand on his leg, rubbing circles with his thumb. He pauses for several moments before he says. " I can't believe the first and only person you ever had sex with, you married."

Jimin shrugs. " He made it pretty easy, you know? It was kind of a no brainier, marrying him, it never crossed my mind that he was the only person that I was only going to have sex with. Only person until he...yeah,"He clears his throat. " It wasn't a big deal to me. I didn't care about what else I was losing out on, because to me, I wasn't losing out on anything else. I had everything.

Jungkook's thumb stops moving, but his hand remains firm on his thigh.

" He used to say things like that about you all the time, you know."

There's a lump in Jimin's throat.

" That doesn't surprise me. He was always better with words, never had a hard time saying what he was thinking."

Jungkook nods. " I remember asking him if he wanted help writing his vows before your wedding and he said, Why would I need help? Like I was so completely stupid for thinking he would have a hard time coming up with words to say about you."

Jimin smiles. " His vows were beautiful. His first vows, and his second ones."

" His second ones?"

He's not sure if he can talk about this. He's never told anyone before. He's going to try. " Right before he died, he asked me if we could renew our vows. And I told him we could do whatever he wanted. It wasn't, like, a ceremony or anything. It was just the two of us, in his hospital room, way past visiting hours." Jimin pauses to take a deep breath. Jungkook squeezes his leg. " I barely remember what I said to him. Probably something along the lines of thanking him for giving me all the time and love he had." He shrugs.

" Tyler's words though..." He feels like he could choke.

" Babe, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm not privy to your marriage with Tyler. That's not my place. "

Jimin shakes his head. " No, I want you to know. He, um, he told me he would never be able to explain how much he loves me and cares for me. And that he wishes he could have had the ability to devote more years to showing me how important I am. But he knew that wasn't going to happen."

He had to stop again. He isn't crying, he doesn't want to. " The second half of his vows were more or less vows he wanted me to make to him. He made me vow to find someone who could love me and care for me as much or more than he did. So he could rest knowing I would be taken care of."

It's freeing to talk about his bad days with Tyler in a new situation. Before, in recent days of Tyler's death, thinking about this would make him feel sick to his stomach. Now, he has Jungkook's hands in his own and he feels so safe, like nothing else can hurt him.

Jimin still isn't crying, still isn't crying, but Jungkook's eyes are rimmed with red. His voice is unsteady when he asks, " How am I doing so far?"

He laces his fingers through Jungkook's and takes a steady breath.

" With what, babe?"

" Just, being here. Caring for you and watching out for you. Am I doing okay?" He sounds uncharacteristically small and timid, his hands are trembling. It makes Jimin's heart ache.

" Kook.."

" Tell me I'm doing an okay job. Please I would be crushed if Tyler didn't think I was protecting you with everything I have. Even if we didn't have this, I would still be here, you know?" Jungkook tucks some hair behind his ear. " I think I would die before I let anything happen to you."

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and rests his head on Jungkook's shoulder. " God Jungkook...You're doing amazing, you have no idea," he whispers. " I made a vow that I would find someone who cared about me as much as Tyler did." He swallows heavily. " I did."

Jungkook nods. " You did. Was always here, though."

He traces his thumb over Jungkook's knuckles. " I know."

They sit in silence after that, long enough for the entire length of the movie credits to roll through. When the next movie starts playing, some awful romantic comedy with Mathew McConaughtey, Jungkook shifts around on the couch. " I hate saying this to you, but fuck, I just miss him so much sometimes. All the time, really."

Jimin shakes his head. " No, no, you're allowed to miss him, Kook, God. You loved him as much as I did, probably."

Jungkook nods. " Maybe." he mumbles.

" Definitely," Jimin counters.

Jungkook seems satisfied with that answer. Eventually, he nudged Jimin's shoulder with his own, his eyes less red. " So other than me and Tyler, what's your number?"

Jimin snorts. " Ugh, honestly, Jungkook. Including you and Tyler..." He sighs. " Seven."

He mashes his lips and nods. " Can't believe you would only have had sex with one person for your entire life if he hadn't had died."

He snorts. " Well you'd better believe it."

" You know what else I can't believe?"

Jimin looks up to meet Jungkook's gaze. " What?"

" That you topped."

Jimin bursts out laughing and then immediately punches him in the stomach. It's not hard enough to hurt, but Jungkook plays along and rolls off the couch anyway. " You're such an asshole!" Jimin yells, shaking his head, smile not in danger of slipping.

Jungkook looks up at him from the floor. " But you're stuck with me."

Jimin slides off the couch too, and climbs on top of him, straddling him, bracketing him down on the floor using his thighs. " I don't know what I did to deserve any of this."

Jungkook's smile is contagious. " I ask myself that question every single damn day."