THE LOST CHAPTER ~ PART 1

They've been in Maui for the past five days, and they've done it all. Tours in a yellow Jeep around the island, hikes, boat rides, a surf lesson, a trip to the top of a volcano, and so many meals at restaurants that Jungkook has lost track of what he's eaten and what he hasn't.

Jimin even secretly signed them up for a hula dancing class and then ducked out at the last second, making Jungkook do it alone while he cackled maniacally from the other side of the lawn, taking picture after picture, Jungkook blushing the whole time.

They haven't sat down once, with the exception of meals and sleep, and though he's ecstatic to be here with his boy, the past several day's events have finally started to catch up to him. He is fucking exhausted.

He asks Jimin if they can spend the entirety of Friday on the water and sand, relaxing - seeing as they haven't done that yet - and Jimin is immediately on board with that idea. They gather towels and sunscreen, settling in under the shade of the cabanas on the beach's edge, and Jungkook feels himself relax instantly. It's nice to be busy on vacation, but it's even nicer to sit and do nothing with one's gorgeous boyfriend.

And drinks. Drinks might be the best part. Especially the ones that are bottomless and seem to appear out of nowhere just as he finishes off his last few sips.

They lay out in the sun, baking and basking, reapplying sunscreen every so often. Jimin slaps his hand down on Jungkook's bronzed back, spreading out the lotion, and Jungkook groans.

"Was that honestly necessary?"

"Mmm. Probably. Yes."

"I'm gonna ask the pool boy to apply it next time. I bet he'd be gentle. He has nice hands."

Jimin rolls his eyes. "You're annoying."

"I have a five-star handprint on my back right now and I'm annoying."

He blinks. "Yes."

Jungkook snorts. "Okay, glad we got that covered." He pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, melting back into the mesh chair, and when he feels Jimin link his pinky finger with his own, he can't help his smile.

Later that night, once the sun has gone down and they've managed to shower most of the sand off of their bodies, Jungkook lays down on the resort's bed, trying and failing to keep his eyes open.

He can tell Jimin is standing in front of him at the foot of the bed without opening his eyes. "Get up."

Jungkook whines in response. "Can't."

"Jungkook, we're in fucking Maui and it's not even 9 o'clock yet and you're in bed."

"Why do you have to say 'bed' like it's the plague."

"Because we're in Maui and it's not even 9 o'clock yet and you're in bed."

Jungkook laughs, eyes still closed. "I'm so tired, baby."

"I don't care. We have, like, less than 36 more hours here and I'm not spending it locked up in this hotel room with you."

He opens his eyes and sits up. "Are you trying to convince me you're not tired, too, and the idea of sleeping in this California king sized bed next to me all night isn't appealing in the slightest?"

Jimin taps his foot impatiently. "You play dirty, Jeon."

He smirks. "C'mon." He reaches for Jimin's hands, linking their fingers together. "Just a little nap and then we can go get dinner."

He yanks his hands away and walks toward the door. "Get up,"

he repeats. "We're getting dinner and drinks at that place downtown on the water and then you can be comatose. We can't waste our time here. Jungkook."

He makes a face and Jungkook knows he's trying to pretend he's pissed but that look is so disgustingly endearing that Jungkook has to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from saying anything that will embarrass himself. "You brought me to Maui."

He sighs, happy, so, so happy. "I did, didn't I?"

Jimin's smile is absurd. "You brought me to Maui."

Jungkook climbs off the bed and saunters over to Jimin. "I know. Planned the whole thing by myself and everything." He grabs Jimin's hands and traces his thumbs on the inside of his wrists. "Happy anniversary."

Jimin looks up at Jungkook through his eyelashes. "One year together. Can't believe..." He makes the same face from before and Jungkook squeezes Jimin's hands. "Can't believe it's only been one year. Feels like I've been stuck with you for way longer."

He barks out a laugh. "Feels that way because you've been sickeningly in love with me your entire life."

He pushes up on his toes and kisses Jungkook on the cheek.

"I'm not sure that's how the story goes," he says when he pulls back.

Jungkook can tell he's smiling like an idiot. "Oh, right. That was me."

"There we go."

Jungkook bends down slightly to kiss Jimin, both of them still smiling, and he wants to tell Jimin so many things: how the sight of him still gets his heartrate going, how much he loves how Jimin smells and tastes, how his favorites days aren't the ones spent in paradise, but rather, back home in Pennsylvania with Link and Mia and their friends and life and memories because with Jimin, regular life feels a bit like paradise, too.

He can't manage to get any of those words out, though, because kissing Jimin is always too good to give up, so he kisses him until it's too much and Jimin has to pull away, bottom lip swollen. Jimin leans forward and puts his head on Jungkook's chest, hands gripping Jungkook's waist, murmuring out, "Love you."

Jungkook is still so tired - he can't understand how Jimin isn't giving into the idea of sleep - but it doesn't really matter anymore.

Not when he has Jimin warm under his touch. "Love you, too."

"Good. Now let's change and get the fuck out of this room. I want rum in a coconut."

He laughs again, running his thumb over Jimin's collarbone. "Okay, fine. Rum in a coconut it is."

It takes Jungkook about three minutes to change into a clean outfit, and he's sitting impatiently by the door for his slower than life boyfriend to finish getting ready, about two breaths away from deep sleep, when he finally emerges from the bathroom.

Jungkook is about to disown him for taking nearly half an hour to put on new trousers, but then he looks up. He feels like he can't swallow.

Jimin is beautiful, always. It's not an argumentative statement. He is beautiful, inside and out, and Jungkook gets to keep him. They belong to each other and he doesn't always know how to process that information, that Jimin is so beautiful and they're finally on the same page. It makes his chest hurt.

He sometimes feels guilty for how overwhelmingly attracted to Jimin he is, like it makes him a horrible person for wanting to touch him and taste him and just look at him all the Goddamn time. But Christ.

He obviously spent an inordinate amount of time getting ready to impress - like Jungkook actually needs to be impressed at this point in time - but it's working.

Jungkook can't find adequate words to describe how gorgeous his boy looks. Always looks, really, but right now?

"Unfair."

Jimin slips on his shoes and looks up. "Excuse me?"

"Baby, you're not giving the rest of us a chance when you look like that."

Jimin rolls his eyes but Jungkook can tell he's pleased. "You like?"

He nods fiercely. "Where did you even get that shirt?" It's v-neck and navy and tight and probably too warm for the island but fuck the island.

He looks down, as if he's already forgotten what he's wearing.

"Bought it for the trip."

Jungkook gets up from out of his chair. "You look amazing."

"Thank you. You ready?"

"No, like, positively stunning."

"Okay, Jeon, that's enough."

"We don't need to eat. Just wanna stay here and stare at you."

Jimin laughs, walking over to Jungkook and shoving him on the chest. "I could barf listening to you."

Jungkook smiles. "I love a nice compliment in return, thanks, baby."

He rolls his eyes again. "You know you always look hot, I don't need to remind you. We don't need your head getting any bigger. Now let's go. " He turns on his heel to head out the door, but pauses before he reaches for the door handle. "It's our anniversary dinner. I wanted to look nice for you," he forces out, back still turned to Jungkook.

Jungkook can see that Jimin is blushing, the pink rising up the back of his neck and Jungkook wants to get his mouth on him.

He'll save that, though. He walks over and grabs Jimin's hand, instead. "This has been the best year of my entire life, Min."

Jimin squeezes his hand. "Mine, too." His voice is raw with honesty, and Jungkook loves him so very much.