Epilogue

21 days later, just after breakfast, Jimin is sitting on the floor of his house, wrapping paper at his feet. Tae, Caroline, Hobi, Sarah, Emma, Jimin's mom and sisters, and, of course, Jungkook , are passing around birthday cupcakes, celebrating Jimin, even though it's obvious most of them are antsy to get going and begin their Christmas Eve.

He saves Jungkook's gifts for last, knowing he probably got him something ridiculous that will make him cry and/or want to punch Jungkook in the stomach.

"Okay, Kook, have at it. What'd you get your elderly boyfriend?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "You're lucky I like 'em old."

"Ew."

He laughs. "Hold on, I'll go grab it." He comes back momentarily with an envelope and a box, each sporting red bows.

Hobi reaches for a second cupcake. "Open it, let's go," he says, bouncing Emma on his knee.

"I'll open it when I want to," Jimin responds stubbornly, but he's already ripping the box apart.

Inside, a tiny orange and red kitten sleeps at the bottom, curled up into a tiny ball. He looks up at Jungkook. "Are you kidding?"

Jungkook's face is red, clearly terrible at holding in secrets. "Do you like her?"

"Her?" Tae asks. "What the hell?"

Jimin pulls her out of the box and she meows, her voice so tiny and small, Jimin can't help but gasp.

"Why is it that all of my boyfriends buy me pets I don't want during the holiday season?"

Jungkook laughs. " Min, Link needs a friend during the day."

"You mean you wanted a friend when I'm not here!"

He shrugs. "That, too."

"Jungkook, Link could eat her."

"He would never. He's like a big, stupid butterfly."

Link trots over, then, plopping down in front of Jimin. It takes him a moment before he realizes there's a tiny creature in Jimin's hands. He tilts his head to the side, sniffs the kitten once, nudging her with his nose.

Okay, he clearly isn't going to eat her, and he knows Jungkook is already thinking of future photoshoots involving Link the giant dog and his little orange buddy. Fuck, it'll be cute.

Jimin stares at the kitten, and son of a bitch, she's adorable. "Christ, Jungkook, I love her."

He claps his hands together. "I knew it."

Sarah leans forward, scratching gently behind the kitten's ears. "What are you gonna name her?"

Jimin tries to pretend like he hasn't been thinking of his future cat's name for years. "I dunno. I like Mia. Jungkook? What do you think?"

Tae bursts out laughing before Jungkook gets the chance to respond. "Oh my God, like Mama Mia ? Christ, apparently you can get gayer."

"Okay, seriously, fuck you," he says, kissing the top of Mia's little orange head.

Jungkook sits down next to him and puts his hand on Jimin's knee. "I love the name Mia." He puts the envelope on Jimin's lap. "This is for you, too," he says under his breath, quiet enough that no one can hear him.

"Kook, honestly, I don't need any more naked pictures of you."

He snorts. "Just open it."

He hands Mia to Jungkook and tears open the envelope carefully. Inside is an itinerary for a trip, and Jimin can hardly breathe.

"Jungkook? We're... We're going to Maui?"

Jungkook nods, his smile shy. "We're going to Maui."

End...

Flashback:-

"Hey, um, Jungkook ? How do you shoot pool?"

Jungkook cocks his hip to the side, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He knows the look that he's giving Jimin screams Do you think I'm stupid? You must.

"What."

Jimin bites on his bottom lip and smiles. Jungkook wants to push him into traffic. "I need your help."

Jungkook taps one foot on the ground. "Why would I help you?"

But he knows he's going to help before Jimin even begins his lame, half-assed speech.

"I haven't played in years and I completely forget how to hold the cue. Just give me a quick refresher." He raises a brow.

"Let's be real, you're obviously going to win, seeing as I can barely hold this stick the right way. Jeon, please."

He wishes he was drunker, that he could blame how easy is he for Jimin on the alcohol, but neither the beer nor the shots have kicked in and yeah, he's just that gone.

He sighs. "Okay. Fine." He walks over to Jimin and takes the cue out of his hands. "Did you see how I was balancing it on my fingers?"

Jimin nods. "Yeah, but show me anyway."

Jungkook puts a hand on his hip, pretending he's more annoyed than he really is, but he knows Jimin can see right through him.

And that in itself is what gets to him, that Jimin knows him so fucking well. He wants to break Jimin down, even if it breaks him down in the process.

What he does next is not planned out well, and he knows he's taken Jimin off guard. He's taken himself off guard, too.

He wraps his arms around Jimin, manipulating his body into position to shoot the ball cleanly and smoothly He knows he's entering dangerous territory - an area in which they've never visited before - but fuck, if he doesn't want dyed hair for the next several weeks.

More accurately, he's also beyond thrilled to have Jimin in this position, vulnerable and covered entirely by Jungkook's body. He's only allowed himself to imagine this scenario in the deep recesses of his mind, never thinking it would actually come to fruition, only if it is for a stupid game of pool.

Oh. Right. This is a game. Fucking focus.

"When you push the cue forward," he says into Jimin's ear, "you want your motions to be steady. If you're too forceful, you're not going to have much control over your ball." He pushes himself further up against Jimin's back, which turns out to be a mistake, because now Jimin's ass is pressed right up against his crotch and he's fairly certain that if his next few moves aren't calculated and if he doesn't regain total control, he's absolutely going to lose it.

It's as if Jimin wants him to break. He bends over, pushing himself further into Jungkook's crotch, and says, "So, should I bend over, like this?"

Jungkook wants to scream You're already fucking doing it, why are you even asking? but instead, he grips Jimin's hips tightly to steady himself and says as evenly as he can, "It's not necessary, but if you feel like it works for you, by all means, continue."

"Feels good to me."

He grips tighter. "Yeah. Me, too."

He can't stop squeezing Jimin's body, doesn't want to, either. His skin feels warm to touch, even through his jeans. Helplessly, he slides his hands up Jimin's sides and before he can think twice about it, covers Jimin's hands with his own. He knows he's not imagining it when Jimin nearly melts under Jungkook's hands, and his brain is screaming more.

Jimin is clearly drunk; he has to be, otherwise, none of this would be happening. He opens his mouth to ask Jimin just how drunk he really is, but he rethinks it. He doesn't want to know. He wants to have this, even if it's only a one time thing.

Jungkook nearly groans when Jimin comes to his senses and straightens his back, pulling away. "Okay, step back, I'll take my shot."

He resists the urge to slam his head against the brick wall behind him. "Shoot."

Jimin aims and the solid red ball sinks into the left corner pocket. "How was that?"

Jungkook whistles. "Looks like I'm a good teacher."

Jimin winks. "I'll say," he says, and Jungkook wants to die. He's pretty sure Jimin doesn't see him blushing, but he can't be entirely sure.

He keeps moving, taking shot after shot, and it's clear after the third successful shot that Jimin was lying the entire time.

Jungkook couldn't care less.

Jimin looks up at him, then, and bursts out laughing. "What's with the face, Jeon?"

Oh God, that smile. It takes over his whole face, his eyes crinkling at the corners, eyes bright. His smile is Jungkook's favorite thing about him, and if he thinks about it too much, it makes him fall just a little bit deeper every time.

He can't stare anywhere else, though, stammering out, "I think... I think I've been hustled."

It's not his finest moment, but in all honesty, it might just be.

A few days later, he's sporting blue hair, and it looks terrible, but the way Jimin is looking at him makes every second absolutely worth it.

I'll be doing 3 Chapters called "The Lost Chapters" Then finally finaished for good this time