Bonus 

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Jimin realises that Jungkook’s busy, he really does. How could he not—at age twenty four, Jungkook is one of the world’s most famous scientists, and is constantly on a plane, travelling to different labs in different countries. And when Jungkook is home, he’s always on his laptop, typing away at another research paper while Jimin has to remind him to eat, to tear his eyes from the screen at least once every few hours.

Don’t get him wrong—Jimin couldn’t be more proud of his Jungkookie, who earns millions yearly and is the reason they live in the ultimate luxury.Well, to be fair, Jimin does contribute to their income a lot, too. He runs a dance company that quickly became one of Korea’s most sought out and now has twelve studios throughout the country, each hosting around three thousand students. Still, he’s so lucky to have Jungkook, to live in such a beautiful house (bordering on palace) with everything he could possibly ask for.

But despite the housekeeper, the maids, Jimin can’t help but feel lonely in this massive building by himself all the time. Jungkook never fails to text him or Skype him when he’s away, and he’s eternally grateful because he knows how hard it must be for Jungkook to find time for him. Jimin’s never doubted his boyfriend’s love for him—he knows Jungkook is as committed to this relationship as he is. Honestly, Jungkook isn’t doing anything wrong.

It’s just, Jimin misses him a lot, and he can’t help but be a little bit selfish. Sometimes, he feels like he’s unworthy of Jungkook, but whenever he voices his thoughts out loud Jungkook just gathers in his arms and says—‘no, Jimin, if anything, I’m unworthy of you. I love you so much’, but Jimin can’t really find it in himself to believe the words.

So when Jungkook calls and says he’s flying home tonight from Russia, Jimin is elated beyond belief. He hasn’t seen Jungkook in person for nearly six months, and he’s dying to lay eyes on him after so long. Jungkook also says that this will be his last trip of the year, that he’ll be taking a little break and will stay in Korea for the next eight months. Jimin is positively buzzing, darting around the house to check how the food is going, making sure preparations for Jungkook’s coming home party is going well.

By half past six in the evening, half an hour before Jungkook is due to arrive, Jimin’s nearly tearing his hair out. Most of the guests are here already, gathered in the vast front room where the event is going to take place. It’s where the couple hold most of their parties—tonight it looks beautiful, with the marble floor twinkling under the massive chandelier that dangles like a star in the nights sky from the ceiling. There’s a colorful buffet table near the back of the room, the smell of Seokjin’s catering company’s delicious food wafting around like a dream. A band Jimin hired for the night plays soft jazz music from the large raised platform Jungkook had insisted on buying—so that Jimin could ‘perform’ for him at home. Overall, the atmosphere is pleasant and oozes with elegance. People are dressed in gorgeous dresses and designer suits. Jimin wanted to prepare something extra special tonight.

Namjoon, however, had managed to knock over the glass table holding the flowing fountain of rose-infused champagne (luckily nothing had shattered). Jimin had restrained himself from screaming his head off at Namjoon, for the sake of the rather shocked guests, but Hoseok and some others had come to the rescue and cleared the mess up quickly, replacing the fountain neatly.

Jimin is stressed out of his mind—everything needs to be perfect for when Jungkook arrives. Tonight’s going to be a very special night, if everything goes to plan. He loosens his tie in exasperation, and Yoongi comes over to drape an arm around his shoulder.

“Relax, Jimin, everything’s great,” he says. “I even got the band to play Tomorrow. Cool, huh? My music never fails to impress.”

Jimin laughs, but it’s strained. He’s still on edge, but is thankful that Yoongi is trying to distract him.

“I just want it to be special for Jungkook,” he sighs. “This is the longest he’s ever been gone, and I know it’s for a really big revolutionary project in the field of science. He deserves this.”

Yoongi nods.

“Yes, but you don’t deserve to be this stressed. Trust me, everything’s fine. Jungkook’s going to be over the moon when he sees all this.”

Jimin can only hope so.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, Taehyung sprints up to him, almost bursting with excitement.

“He’s just come through the gate!” he says, grinning from ear to ear. Hoseok signals for the band to stop playing, and scrambles on to the platform.

“Everyone be quiet, Jungkook’s arrived!” he pretty much shouts, and the guests start to whisper among themselves, just as excited. “Okay, so just do things as we rehearsed.”

People nod, and begin to cram themselves into hiding spaces, which is kind of difficult considering their attire, and the room dies down into a suspenseful silence. Namjoon switches off all the lighting—a beautiful scheme devised by one of Korea’s leading designers. Jimin takes his place in the middle of the room, ready to greet Jungkook when he arrives. The room looks empty apart from him.

Jimin holds his breath as he hears the sound of keys rattling outside the door. He’s going to see Jungkook, finally.

And then, after what feels like a lifetime of waiting, the door creaks open and Jungkook appears. Jimin feels as if he’s going to burst into tears right there. Jungkook is actually here. In front of him.

When he sees Jimin, Jungkook immediately drops his suitcases on the floor and his mouth stretches into the biggest beam possible. He looks slightly jetlagged, coat falling off one shoulder and hair in a mess, but lights up in less than a second.

“Oh my God, Jimin,” he breathes, and runs up to Jimin in the most un-adultlike manner possible, and envelopes him in a bone-crushing hug. Jimin feels his heart overflow with happiness—he didn’t expect Jungkook to react like this after seeing him. He’d felt like he missed Jungkook more than the other missed him, but evidently he was being paranoid. When Jungkook pulls back to look at Jimin, still holding the shorter man in his arms, his face is wet with tears.

“I missed you so ing much,” Jungkook chokes, drinking up Jimin with his eyes, so intensely Jimin blushes under his gaze. He smiles again, bunny teeth painfully adorable, and crashes his lips with Jimin’s. Suddenly, Jimin forgets that there are around a hundred other people in this room, waiting for their cue, and it seems like he and Jungkook are the only people in the world. Jungkook mumbles ‘I love you’ over and over into Jimin’s mouth, and Jimin cries too, until both their faces are wet with each others tears and their kisses taste like salt.

“Wait, what’s all this? Why’s it dark in here?” Jungkook notices the state of the room, decorated exquisitely for the party. He looks Jimin up and down, registers his jet-black suit. “Jimin, why are you--”

“Welcome home!” Everyone jumps up from their hiding places, crowding around Jungkook, shouting in a chorus drunken with joy. All the carefully-designed lighting switches on, and the room looks magical in the soft purple glow. Jungkook’s jaw drops open, and he stands, speechless. The whole crowd laughs, and those nearest to Jungkook slap him on the back. People start talking to Jungkook individually, all at once, and this is perfect.

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Jungkook comes back after changing into appropriate attire- clad in an Armani suit, hair styled in a neat coif with a spritz of cologne. He spends the evening talking to people, socialising, but all the while he can’t keep his hands or his eyes off Jimin. The ‘Bangtan Boys’ have a little reunion of their own by the grand piano, and every few seconds they dissolve into laughter because none of the seven boys are actually as mature as they seem—when they’re with each other, they