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Jimin hums along to the tune playing on the small kitchen radio whilst expertly chopping cabbage, picking the chopping board up to swiftly pour the vegetable into the boiling pot of food.

He does the same to four stalks of carrots then sits the board down before pushing out, slouching, leaning his weight on the counter, one palm flat against the marble, the other still holding the large chef's knife in a tight fist.

Jimin looks to the kitchen clock, watching the minute hand tick by with a neutral face. Picking up an un-chopped carrot with his free hand, he slowly bites into it, eyes never leaving the clock.

Seven minutes to nine, it reads.

His husband would be home for dinner soon.

Eyes straying on the clock as he turns around, carrot sticking out of his mouth, Jimin picks up the oven mitts in front of him, to check on the turkey. He opens the door, pulling the rack out. Picking up the thermometer he sticks it in the turkey. It reads 180 degrees.

"Done." Jimin murmurs, lifting the heavy bird from the oven and sitting it on a dish pallet.

Jimin glances at the clock.

Five minutes to nine.

He gets some pep in his step as he goes to set the dinner table, lastly, sitting a bottle of red wine on it. He runs a hand through his blonde locks, finger scratching his forehead between the parting of his hair, he walks to the stove, lifting a spoon to his mouth to taste his soup. Jimin licks his lips with a pleased hum.

The flashing of head lights, beam through the kitchen window for a few seconds, shining over Jimin's face before they're turned off.

Jimin raises an eyebrow, head cocking to the side as he turns off the stove.

"Nine on the dot." He murmurs, turning to bring the food to the table.

"Honey?"

"In here." Jimin responds, looking around to see if he's missed anything before bringing his attention to the entry of the living room where his husband emerges from, sitting his suit case down as he walks into the dining room.

"What's all this? You cooked?" His husband asks eyeing the table. He comes over to Jimin, wrapping an arm around his waist kissing his cheek. "Smell's good."

Jimin hums, pulling out his husbands chair. "Sit. Relax."

His husband sits, eyeing the food with a raised brow. "You never cook. Special occasion?"

Jimin snorts. "It's just cabbage soup, with chicken. Nothing special." He begins scooping some soup into his husbands bowl. "Besides, can't a man cook for his husband without there having to be a reason?"

Jimin looks at his husband and they hold eye contact for a few several seconds, his husband looking skeptical before he clears his throat and looks away. "Where's the meat?"

Jimin tsk's. "Aish. In the kitchen, one sec." Jimin goes into the kitchen and comes back carrying the heavy tray of chicken and sits it on the table.

"Mmm, looks delicious." His husband smiles.

Jimin smiles at the compliment, grabbing the large chefs knife from the plate, the knife making a shink sound against the platter.

His husbands smile drops and he hastily hops up from his chair, wrapping an arm around Jimin's waist, hand reaching for the cutlery. "Allow me."

He begins cutting the meat, as Jimin steps out of the way, walking around to the other side of the table. He and his husband make eye contact, both flashing each other a smile, his husbands dropping when Jimin pulls another large but slimmer knife from underneath his apron.

His husbands mouth pouts, lips sticking out as his brows furrow. He slowly takes a seat watching Jimin cut the bread. "So, how was your day?"

Jimin shrugs a shoulder, eating a small bite of bread. He puts down the cutlery deciding he's cut enough and sits in his own chair across from his husband. "A bit boring. Nothing exciting. Though there was a little trouble with a commission. A mixup between us and another agency."

"Well, you are the one who wanted to work from home." His husband reminds him, eating a spoon full of his soup.

"I'm not complaining." Jimin says. He gets up from his seat, picking up the dish in the middle of the table. "More soup?"

"No thank you, I—"

"Here." Jimin gives him more soup.

His husbands lips purse, down at his bowl. The corner of Jimin's mouth twitches in amusement. "Well, I hope everything works out okay."

Jimin hums, walking away from the table, untying his apron and flinging it onto a nearby chair. "Nothing I can't handle." He reassures with a smirk.

His husband cuts into the chicken on his plate, bringing the fork to his mouth, slowly biting and chewing on the piece of meat. A grimace graces his face before it quickly vanishes as if it were never there. "The meat is cooked perfectly. Honey could you pass the sal—"

Jimin raises a brow as his husband huffs out a short chuckle of laughter to himself, now just noticing the salt and pepper sitting directly in front of him rather than in the middle of the table, like it usually is.

Jimin smirks to himself eating some soup, wiping his mouth with a napkin after. He sits his spoon down pushing his bowl to the side. He laces his fingers together, elbows planted on the table as he rests his chin on top of his hands.

Small smirk on his face, he watches his husband salt his chicken before making direct eye contact as he then eats another piece. Jimin bites the insides of his cheeks, whilst trying to hold himself from full on grinning, as his husband slowly chews his food.

He slowly chews, looking away and at the half cut meat lying in the middle of the table, then to his plate of food. He moves the food around in his mouth, feeling his throat tingle a little. He drops his fork onto his plate, hand loosening his tie, his eyes squint a bit as he asks, "You try something new?"

A soft smile graces Jimin's face as he blinks.

"You don't like my cooking Yoongi?"

Yoongi frowns, brows furrowing, teeth nipping at his bottom lip in thought before he fixes his expression, face unreadable. "Mm." He hums in dry delight. "It's good." He relaxes his face muscles, holding eye contact with his husband as he finally swallows the food in his mouth. The force of his swallow loud and distinct, making him cringe to himself.

Jimin's brows raise, before he sits back in his seat.

Yoongi nods toward Jimin's abandoned plate. "You didn't eat much."

"Not really that hungry. Had a little snack whilst cooking." Jimin's head cocks to the side, folding his leg over the other, he crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back, head tilted back on the top of the back rest of the chair, eyes halfway shut as he looks at his husband through his lashes. "How was work?"

"Good." Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly.

Jimin's brows raise. "Oh yeah? Nothing interesting happen today? Nothing you wanna tell me?"

"Nah. Nothing I can think of." His husband gets up grabbing the two wine glasses from the table. "Wine?"

Jimin nods, watching his husband as he picks up the bottle of wine. They make brief eye contact as Yoongi fills the first glass, sitting it on the table for Jimin, then goes to fill the second one.

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he inhales, a loud thump sounding on the floor, and the sound of pouring liquid causing him to pause mid-inhale. His husband curses, as he opens his eyes, head immediately turning to look at the bottle, and giant puddle of red wine on his expensive white dining carpet.

"Shit." Yoongi curses, hand reaching up to grab his hair. "Fuck. Shit. I'm so sorry baby. It was an accident. It fucking slipped and—"

Yoongi looks at Jimin his words dying on his tongue. Jimin who's quietly staring down at the carpet, not a word or reaction from him. "Jimin?"

"Babe? Honey are you—"

Yoongi stops talking, mouth snapping shut when Jimin looks up. Yoongi knows this expression. He knows it like the back of his hand. He knows that look in his eye. He's known that look for 7 years. They stare at each other. Yoongi's eyes dart to the carpet then back to his husband.

"Honey..." Yoongi says.

Jimin hastily stands up, grabbing the cloth napkin from his lap, tossing it onto the table, he quickly turns, "I'll get a towel." making his way through the living room.

"N-no no, I'll get it." Yoongi exclaims, rushing the opposite way.

Yoongi runs towards his office, bursting through the door. He hastily removes his blazer, throwing it onto his desk, then heads to his one of many safes, entering in the code, and grabbing his Beretta 92 Silencer.

He peaks out of the door, arms up, gun raised and cautiously exits the room.

"Jimin?"

Yoongi stealthily moves down the hall slowly, stopping at the end of it and peaks around the corner. "Honey?" An extremely loud booming noise sounds off next to his head. The dry wall exploding around him.

"Shit! Fuck!" Yoongi crouches down fast. Three more thundering booms following after the first, the wall being destroyed next to him.

Jimin stands from his crouch at the top of the stairs, smirking smugly, shotgun in his hands, he raises his chin. "You still alive baby?"

"Jimin, what the fuck?" Yoongi groans in exaggerated convincing pain, whilst holding his side. "Fuck." He cries.

Jimin's face drops. "Yoongi?"

It's quiet.

Jimin frowns, heart feeling heavy. "Y-..Yoongi—"

Quick bullets suddenly fire at Jimin through one of the hole's in the wall.

Jimin gasps, moving to the right and summersaulting out of the way, body rolling down the stairs and shouldering into the wall at the bottom. He lands on one knee, aiming and shooting back at the wall before scurrying down the rest of the stairs, throwing his shot gun down to the floor. He brings his Heckler & Koch UMP-45 Machine Gun around to his chest, securing the strap on his shoulder.

Yoongi stands, turning around, speed walking up the hall as he reloads his gun. He turns the corner, sensing his husband at the other end and starts shooting. Jimin knee slides across the floor as he shoots back, viscous look on his face, the power of their bullets exiting their guns lightening up the room like fireworks, glass shattering and drywall exploding around them in the crossfire.

Jimin takes cover, breathing heavily, back against the end of a wall against the borders as he holds his gun against his chest.

"All this over a rug?" Yoongi calls.

"You know this isn't about some rug." Jimin spits. "You know exactly what this is about. What you've been doing."

"Oh do enlighten me, darling. There's always fucking something with you. Everything I do is—" Yoongi bumps into a vase, the vase falling and shattering to the floor. Yoongi's eyes close, as he holds his breath, mouthing a silent, shit.

Jimin glares, mouth turned up as he stands, points and fires at the wall next to him. Shooting from the beginning of the wall to the end, his husband on the other side ducking and sprinting, avoiding the shots.

Yoongi runs into the kitchen, Jimin hot on his tail. He runs to the fridge, opening its door and hiding behind it using it as a shield. Foods and liquids burst from their packaging as Jimin puts bullet after bullet in the door.

Jimin releases the trigger, gasping as he dodges, quickly moving out of the way of a cleaver that lands in the wall right next to his head. He hides behind the wall in the hallway.

"Your aim's as bad as your cooking, babe."

"Fuck you! Says you, who just fucking missed!" Jimin screams.

Jimin deeply inhales before pushing off the wall, turning and aiming his gun in the kitchen, only to have it knocked to the side. Gun aimed to the ceiling, bullets firing off with his finger on the trigger. Yoongi fights Jimin for the gun in his hand till there's no more bullets left.

Jimin throws the gun to the ground, failing to dodge, as he's pushed into the wall and kneed in the stomach. Jimin bends over in pain, Yoongi's elbow making a hole in the wall where he strikes where Jimin's head just was.

Jimin quickly recovers, standing up to elbow Yoongi in the back of the head, grabbing him by the neck and hair, shoving his body against one of their shelves, his body knocking every decorative piece on it to the floor as Jimin drags him down it.

Yoongi throws his head back, head butting Jimin who groans letting him go. Jimin picks up a nearby lamp, bringing it down on top of Yoongi who blocks off the attack with his forearm, grabbing Jimin's shirt to shove him into a wall, the impact of his body breaking it then pulls and hurls him over the dining table, Jimin's body falling onto a chair, breaking it to pieces.

Jimin's cheeks puff, deep breaths leaving his lips as he grimaces slowly getting up from the floor, his back to Yoongi.

"Oh, don't tell me you've given up. That isn't like Park Jimin, not finishing what he started." Yoongi scowls, rolling up his fallen sleeve, and standing in a Southpaw stance. "C'mon baby, don't disappoint Daddy."

"It's," Jimin sneers getting up and turning around, aiming at Yoongi's head with a metal canister, the container hitting against his skull with a loud ding. "fucking,"

"Min," Yoongi, who's momentarily disoriented, doesn't see it coming when Jimin right hooks him. "Jimin," Left hook. "to you!"

He grabs Yoongi by the shoulders, head butting him, then aims a front push-kick to Yoongi's gut that sends him flying back into a row of glass shelves. His body weakly slides to the floor the shelves shattering to pieces around him.

"Bitch." Jimin spits, hands balled into a fist.

Yoongi scowls angrily, a wild look in his eyes that causes Jimin to freeze for a second, unsettling nerves filling his bones before he makes a dash for the living room, Yoongi stumbling to a stand as he goes after him.

Jimin runs past the stairs going for his discarded Shotgun. He slides to the floor grabbing it, only to have it kicked from his hand.

Yoongi tackles him to the floor, their bodies rolling as Jimin rolls them over and straddles Yoongi, grabbing him by his tie and punches him. Yoongi blocks the next few hits, grabbing Jimin by the neck to flip them over.

Yoongi sucker punches Jimin right in the nose, making Jimin yelp, hands flying to his face. Jimin reaches up to strike Yoongi back. Yoongi grabs his forearms, strugging to block off Jimin's swings. Jimin pulls his arm to the side bringing Yoongi's with him where he bites down hard above Yoongi's wrist.

"Aish! Motherfu—" Yoongi curses, snatching his arm back.

"Get—off." Jimin chokes, delivering a swift punch to Yoongi's throat.

Yoongi gasps, eyes widening, body hunching, jerking forward as he reaches for his throat. Jimin shoves Yoongi's body off and to the side, stumbling to his feet. Yoongi does the same, bending over with his hands on his knees.

"Fucking hell, Jimin." Yoongi coughs, hand on his throat. He inhales sharp gasps of air , squinting as he looks up at his husband.

Jimin winces at his Husbands pain but then all he feels is anger running through his veins when his throbbing and probably broken nose reminds him that he in fact very well deserved it.

They're both panting, Yoongi trying to breathe properly, his brain running a mile in less than a minute once he sees Jimin's eyes dart to something near the fire place.

They both look over in that area, then at each other before making a dash for it. Jimin jumping and rolling, as he goes for the hidden Beretta in the shadows of the fireplace. Yoongi jumping and somersaulting as he goes for Jimin's discarded Shotgun. They both arm themselves, springing to their feet. Turning to aim their weapons at each other, cocked and loaded.

They stare each other in the eye.

Jimin's panting, lip curled up in a snarl, bloodied nose wrinkled in distressed rage.

And Yoongi...

Yoongi's panting, sighing. His expression changes to one of weary and dejection. He exhales, shoulders dropping as he lowers his gun. "What're we doing?"

"Don't!" Jimin shouts, voice cracking. "Come on!—Come on!" His arm shakes as he jabs his gun at Yoongi .

"I won't." Yoongi shakes his head, eyes full of sadness as he watches his Husband's wall breakdown.

Jimin's lips curl in as tears fill his eyes. "Fucking do it!" He cries weakly, voice cracking at the end.

Yoongi shakes his head, dropping the gun to the floor.

"Don't be a pussy now. Pick the gun up and pull the trigger. Shoot me! You've already broken my heart, I don't care anymore." Jimin growls, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Yoongi's brows furrow as he shakes his head in confusion, at a lost for words. "Wha..?"

Jimin's arm trembles, hand tightening on the gun as he whispers, "You cheated on me."

Yoongi's stares at him, mouth open before he scowls in distaste, as if the thought of actually cheating on Jimin makes him sick to his stomach.

"Jimin, what're you talking about? Cheated on you? Where did you even get that idea?"

"I saw them! I saw the text messages!" Jimin screams, jabbing the gun. "When you were in the shower. I saw the messages on your screen."

Yoongi's shoulders slouch in realization. So that's what this is about. "That's why you were giving me the cold shoulder this morning?"

"Really Yoongi? Really? Bo-Gyeong? Your ex fucking girlfriend of all people! You know how I feel about her!"

"Jimin it isn't what you think—" Yoongi tries, index and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand on his hip.

"Isn't what I think?" Jimin yells. "You were gonna go away with her?" Jimin cries, body shuddering in angst. "You were gonna leave me—your husband, for that tramp and go away with her—"

"Bo-Gyeong is happily married now—"

"So are you!" Jimin screams, jabbing the gun, making Yoongi put his hands up in defense. "Or so I thought! But yet you're out here planning trips with other people! Do you even love me?"

"Of course I love you!" Yoongi hollers. "How could you even ask me that?"

"I don't believe you!" Jimin cries.

Yoongi sighs, patting his pockets for his phone, which of course, happens to be missing, when he badly needs it. "Jimin, Bo-Gyeong helped me purchase the tickets." Yoongi tries explaining.

"Where were you gonna take her huh? Hawaii? Rome? Europe?" Jimin glowers.

"She helped me purchase the tickets so that I cou—"

"What about Paris?" Jimin spits. "The city of fucking lo—"

"Santorini." Yoongi answers softly.

Jimin freezes, mouth closing, before opening again in disbelief. He looks Yoongi in the eye, speechless. "W-what?" He says quietly.

"You've wanted to visit Santorini for years now." Yoongi explains, nipping at his lip. "Bo-Gyeong's husband gets discounts on flights, being a pilot and all and was nice enough to get me one. I was going to surprise you with the tickets for our anniversary but..." Yoongi shrugs, gesturing to their current situation.

"Greece?" Jimin whispers in awe, eyes watering. "You got us tickets to Greece?"

"Yes." Yoongi nods, taking cautious steps towards Jimin with his hands raised. "Jimin, we've been married for seven years now. And I finally got the chance to take you somewhere in the world you've always wanted to go. I even went out of the way to contact Bo-Gyeong for help. Someone I've despised since before I met you. I dislike her just as much as you do. If that isn't love, I don't know what is."

"You fucking asshole." Jimin chokes, reaching up to swipe at his tears.

Yoongi pushes Jimin's arm to the side, disarming him, gun falling from his hand.

"I thought you were cheating on me." Jimin sobs. Yoongi shushes him, cupping his face, thumbs wiping at his cheeks.

"When are you gonna get it through that fucking thick skull of yours, that you're stuck with me." Yoongi whispers, voice full of emotion, as he touches foreheads with Jimin. "If I didn't leave your crazy ass then, what makes you think I'm going to now? I love you, Jimin. I've loved you since we first met on that run from the authorities in Bogotá. It was love at first sight with me. This—what we have, is forever. You're it for me."

"Fuck." Jimin breathes, grabbing Yoongi by the nape of his neck and locking lips with him.

They kiss hard, both fighting for dominance as Yoongi leans down to lift Jimin by his thighs, Jimin wrapping his legs around Yoongi's waist. Yoongi carries him over to the small table in the foyer of the house, sitting him down and peppering his neck with kisses. Jimin's arm knocks over a vase as he helps Yoongi unbutton his pants. Yoongi grabs his wrists to pin them against the wall above his head. He kisses Jimin, biting and nibbling on his lips as they both pant into each other's mouths. Jimin thrusts his hips up, whining as Yoongi twirls his tongue around his, giving it a suck. Yoongi kisses Jimin down his jaw, teeth grazing below his ear.

Jimin shudders, wrapping his legs around Yoongi's, dragging him closer, before deciding to push him away, Yoongi's back colliding into a mirror that shatters on impact. Jimin rips Yoongi's shirt open, buttons falling to the floor. He's shoved back by Yoongi who removes the shirt, followed by his under shirt.

Jimin takes off his own, then his pants, dropping to his knees in front of Yoongi, pulling down his zipper. He curls his fingers under Yoongi's pants, pulling them down along with his briefs.

His mouth waters as he wraps his hand around Yoongi, wrapping his lips around him, taste of pre cum on his tongue.

Jimin bobs his head quickly up and down Yoongi's length holding eye contact with him as he sucks him off harshly as if Yoongi were his last meal.

Yoongi hisses, fingers curling in Jimin's hair. He yanks his hair tipping his head back forcing him to look up at him, Jimin releasing Yoongi's length with a wet pop. Jimin licks his swollen lips, mouth agape as Yoongi leans down to kiss him, licking into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue.

Yoongi grabs Jimin by the wrist, his small hand letting go of Yoongi's length, as Yoongi brings Jimin's hand to his mouth. "Suck."

Jimin obeys sucking on his own fingers making them wet and slick with his spit. With Yoongi's aid, he drags his fingers across his uvula until they're touching the back of his throat. He gags, tears brimming his eyes as he takes them as far as they can go.

Yoongi pulls his hand from his mouth. "Open yourself up." He orders, voice rough and full of arousal.

Jimin moans, the thought of taking Yoongi's length soon making his lower stomach swim in want—need. His hand goes beneath the band of his briefs, immediately taking three fingers, moaning at the burn of the stretch as he scissors himself open.

Yoongi wraps a hand around his length pumping it, his other hand still in Jimin's hair as he guides him towards it. He drags the tip across his plump lips, Jimin sticking his tongue out. Yoongi slaps his cock against his tongue, once, twice before he tugs him forward, hand tightening in his hair. "Keep it open."

Jimin whines, his fingers curling inside himself, just barley touching his prostate as Yoongi pushes his cock into his mouth, weight hot and heavy on his tongue as he thrusts forward grazing the back of his throat before pulling out and doing it again.

Teeth biting his lower lip, Yoongi starts to fuck Jimin's throat, a lewd gag leaving him every so often, tempting him to go faster. Yoongi moans, throwing his head back as his hips piston into Jimin's wet cavern, a string of saliva dragging down Jimin's chin. Jimin chokes, hand flying to Yoongi's thigh, nails digging into the flesh as his husband wrecks his throat.

Yoongi pushes forward, burying himself deep in Jimin's throat and holds himself there, Jimin's nose touching his lower stomach. Jimin whines, tears in his eyes as he squeezes them shut.

"Fuck." Yoongi moans. "That's right, baby. Take my fucking cock."

Jimin swallows around him, making Yoongi groan. "God, you're so good for me baby. Look at you taking me like a fucking champ."

Jimin mewls, choking as his hands push against Yoongi. Yoongi steps back, his cock slipping from Jimin's lips, a series of coughs leaving Jimin's mouth as he gasps for air.

Yoongi coos, praising him as he wipes the tears from his eyes. "Fuck me." Jimin demands impatiently, voice hoarse and barley there.

Yoongi pulls him to his feet, and turns him around, his front against the wall. He holds him in place against it, hand firmly holding his neck. Jimin exhales, the coolness of the wall soothing against his hot skin. He moans in greed, once Yoongi yanks down his underwear.

Yoongi sticks his fingers in Jimin's hole, curling and scissoring them, making sure he's opened up enough, then removes them, spitting into his palm, to slick himself up.

"Yoongi, Yoongi Yoongi." Jimin chants, moaning in anticipation, sticking his ass out and arching his back as Yoongi lines himself up.

He slowly pushes in, Jimin's mouth dropping open at the stretch, nails clawing at the wall, as he pushes back, welcoming the ache as Yoongi bottoms out.

Jimin exhales, as Yoongi plants a kiss onto his shoulder. "Good?"

Jimin moans in response. He feels so full. Yoongi thick and hot inside of him. "So good." He breathes.

Yoongi leans back, length dragging out inside of Jimin as he spits down onto his dick for good measure, then slams back inside of him. Jimin moans loud, as Yoongi picks up a quick pace, fucking hard and fast into him, just the way he likes it.

Yoongi bites his lip, his hips ramming against Jimin's ass, groaning when Jimin tightens around him.

Yoongi's hand comes down on Jimin's ass and Jimin's whimpers, cheek pressed against the wall. His eyes roll to the back of his head when Yoongi finds his prostate. He cries out, back arching more as Yoongi let's go of him, both hands grabbing his hips as he continuously fucks into his sweet spot.

"Yes! Yes yes yes, fuck right there." Jimin sobs.

Jimin clenches his hole, moaning when Yoongi growls in pleasure.

"You're gonna make me fucking come." Jimin cries. "Ah."

Jimin feels his legs start to give out as Yoongi abuses his prostate. Yoongi's hand encircles Jimin's throat, the other arm circling his waist to hold him up, their bodies against eachother.

Jimin throws his head back onto Yoongi's shoulder, mouth open in silent scream, no sound leaving him as Yoongi pounds into him. Heat builds inside of him, and before he even realizes it, Jimin's orgasm hits him like a train. He cums untouched, spilling all over himself and the wall.

Yoongi groans and curses, into Jimin's neck as he cums deep inside of him. Jimin sighs in content, eyes fluttering shut at the warm feeling of being filled as Yoongi rocks against him, milking himself inside him.

Jimin doesn't even remember passing out.

~

Jimin wakes up in bed alone. He rolls over patting Yoongi's side of the bed. Still warm. Sitting up with a yawn, he goes to stretch.

"Aish. Ow." Jimin hisses at the pain in his shoulder, winding it back with a grimace on his face.

He runs a hand through his hair, scratching the roots, then sighing, hand slapping back down onto the comforter.

He looks around the bedroom floor for his discarded clothes, realizing that they're probably still downstairs wherever he left them. He decides on digging through his husbands drawer, throwing on one of his oversized shirts and goes downstairs in search of him.

He finds him in the their mess of a kitchen, wearing just pajama bottoms whilst rinsing off a piece of fruit. Jimin walks over towards the refrigerator, tip toeing through shards of glass with his bare feet as he retrieves a pitcher of juice from the fridge.

He turns around smiling in triumph when he finds two glasses that weren't completely destroyed in the shooting, and fills them both.

He looks up at Yoongi who's already looking back at him, soft smirk on his lips as he cuts the apple in his hand into slices.

Jimin smiles, nudging the second glass towards Yoongi and brings his to his face drinking from the part of the rim that is still intact.

Jimin lifts himself onto the counter, small foot scratching at the back of his ankle. Yoongi munches on the apple as he goes to stand in between Jimin's legs, running his palms up and down the soft skin of his thighs. Jimin reaches up to run a finger across a cut on Yoongi's face. Yoongi puts a slice to Jimin's lips and Jimin happily takes it, picking one up to do the same. Yoongi takes it, teeth playfully nipping at Jimin's finger.

"How's your nose?" Yoongi frowns, concerned look on his face.

"Hurts." Jimin pouts, running his index down the bridge of his bruised nose.

Yoongi coos, murmuring a low my poor baby planting a gentle kiss on Jimin's nose. "M' sorry."

A soft grin forms on Jimin lips as he throws his arms around Yoongi's shoulders, pulling him closer, delicate fingers running through his hair at the nape of his neck. He passionately kisses him, sighing into his mouth, when Yoongi's tongue teasingly runs against his lower lip.

Yoongi hums, breaking the kiss, content smile on his face as he sighs in bliss,

"Happy anniversary."