Chapter 30

A gentle hand reached to gather the strawberry jam that decorated one corner of the boy's mouth. Jimin took another bite, oblivious to how messy he was, his eyes glued to the TV screen where cartoons were playing, his legs dangling under the table.

"More juice?" He nodded absent-mindedly and almost dropped the glass that has been handed to him. "We need to get going before 10." It was not even eight but they both had to shower and the elder knew that Jimin being in little space wasn't going to make things easier. Sure, it was an important day but he wasn't going to encourage his boyfriend to step out of the headspace just because of that – he knew he would eventually do it on his own because he wasn't comfortable acting little around strangers.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweets?"

"Can I sit on your lap?" The tattoo artist put the mug of coffee he's been holding down and motioned for him to get closer before helping him on his wanted place and kissing his cheek loudly; he could spend days squishing and kissing those cheeks. "Can we take a shower together?" He leaned over the table to grab Milo who has been forgotten on his chair and hugged him close to his chest.

Jungkook hummed in approval and took another sip of coffee before bringing their mouths together, earning a dissatisfied moan because of the bitter taste. The little one's intentions became clear as soon as they entered the shower because he immediately dropped to his knees and nuzzled the other's soft member as a huge smile painted his face. They shouldn't have – the tattoo artist knew that but he couldn't resist that dazzling expression so he ran his fingers through wet hair until he reached the short strands near the back of the boy's neck.

"What do you need, kitten?"

"I want Daddy's milk." His voice was already hoarse because the arousal he was feeling and Jungkook swore under his breath before tugging harder. "Can I have it?"

"Open up." He did, as wide as he could, and closed his eyes as soon as the tip slid inside his mouth, doing his best to stay still as he didn't get clear instructions about moving. The member was hardening with each passing second and he felt the need to swallow before it hit the back of his throat, saliva sliding down his chin. "Good boy. I want to fuck your mouth, baby. Is that okay?"

Jimin's moan was loud and pitched so the elder took it as a "yes" and began to move slowly back and forth. His mind was fogged because of the pleasure he was feeling and the sounds surrounding them didn't help his situation, his climax approaching. The boy's knees must have been hurting but he didn't complain at all, allowing his dominant to have his way with him, to use him for his pleasure. That was a huge turn on for Jimin so his own penis began feeling heavier in between his legs.

"I don't want to come in your mouth, sweets." Swollen lips parted as he slid out and helped their owner on his feet. He was almost unnoticeably trembling because he was feeling cold so long fingers turned the water on, allowing warm drops to cascade over their bodies. They shared a long kiss that had their bodies pressed together and his hands moved to his backside where he grabbed two perfect white globes. "Daddy wants to fuck you here, kitten. Is that okay?"

"Breed me?" Jimin sounded needy and his eyes almost got teary when Jungkook shook his head.

"Not now, baby." As dissatisfying as that sounded, the younger didn't refuse what followed and allowed his body to be pressed against the glass door after he was picked up, his legs curling around a toned torso. He was already prepped since the previous night (the tattoo artist edged him for two hours straight before allowing him to cum) but he still moaned when two fingers entered him, making sure that he didn't need more. "Is my sweet boy ready or do you need Daddy to open you up?"

"'s okay, thank you." Jungkook kissed the tip of his nose.

"What a polite kitten." The praise had him smiling and he would have replied if a rock hard cock wouldn't have entered him, causing for all the air to be kicked out of his lungs. He was feeling full and he would have wanted to touch his belly if he wouldn't have had his arms wrapped around his lover's neck. "You feel so good, love. Daddy isn't going to last long." It was a warning but Jimin didn't mind it, knowing he didn't need too much time either.

It was neither rough nor soft, it was just right and their bodies moved perfectly as warmth poured down on them. Their mouths didn't part for one second as fingers dug into soft skin, whimpers of pleasure vibrating against their lips. As soon as he felt everything tightening, Jungkook pulled out and wrapped his hand around slick members, stroking them carefully so they could reach the high together.

"I love you." Those were the first words that escaped the artist's lips and Jimin could only smile in return, tightening the embrace.

"I love you more."

One phone was buzzing madly when they got outside the bathroom but the elder ignored it until he made sure his baby was completely dry, not wanting him to catch a cold. Yoongi was looking for him – he wanted to make sure they would be there on time because "they couldn't do that alone". It was funny how cutely alarmed his hyung was but he didn't dare to say anything about the attitude, guessing it was normal for him to experience such emotions during those times.

"Did you put ointment on your tattoo, sweets?" Jimin shook his head so he grabbed the little blue tube before squeezing some on his fingers. He then approached his boyfriend and gently covered the words inked onto his left wrist: Courage, dear heart. It was a quote by C.S. Lewis and even if it didn't cover the scars completely, he smiled whenever he looked at it. As cheesy as he could have sounded, the words made him feel at ease and he appreciated the aesthetics of it a lot, especially because it was Jungkook's handwriting.

After he got Bunny tattooed on his thigh he decided to tattoo his scars so he could feel beautiful once again. He was working on accepting his past and himself as a person – his boyfriend even managed to convince him that wearing t-shirts in public was alright, that he didn't need to hide his body. Sure, there were curious gazes from time to time but he tried to ignore them and focus on the elder's words and soft lips that didn't shy from pressing on the destroyed skin.

"I think I want to curl my hair."

"You'll be the prettiest no matter what." Jungkook whispered and stole another kiss.

They looked good – the elder was dressed in all black, the only thing differencing him from his lover being the green shirt the other was wearing (they were supposed to match because they were groomsmen along Seokjin and Namjoon). They had to part in order to reach their friends but as they exchanged texts they understood the distress was huge on both sides.

If Yoongi refused to get out of the bathroom, Hoseok was crying hysterically so it was Jimin's job to wipe his tears away, making sure the make-up didn't wash off.

"What if he realises I'm not t-the one?"

He obviously had cold feet so the brown-haired boy hugged him, causing for louder sobs to rock his body.

"You are the one, hyung! Yoongi-hyung is crazy for you – I bet he can't wait to spend the rest of his life by your side." He wished he was better at comforting people but the truth was that he has never seen his friend crying like that before and he was slightly panicked. He was aware that the wedding wouldn't be called off but at the same time he wanted everything to be perfect because the grooms truly deserved the best.

"Seok-ah." Seokjin intervened and stepped closer. "Yoongi has been my deskmate in high school; I've known him for a very long time and he's never been interested in romance before meeting you. He's infatuated with you."

Hoseok sniffled.

"Really?" The answer came in the form of a tight hug that caused for even more tears to fall. Jimin smiled at the cute display of affection and joined them for a few seconds before kissing his hyung's head.

"Really. Now straighten your bow, you have a grumpy old man to marry."

The only thing that betrayed Yoongi's nervousness was the way his hands were trembling and Jimin realised he was holding his breath only when he saw cat-shaped eyes widening. Jungkook was by his friend's side, just like Namjoon whose dimples were displayed on both of his cheeks but the younger couldn't focus on either of them, too busy to take in the first encounter of the grooms. The elder tattoo artist had to blink repeatedly to chase the tears that formed away and his pale hand reached out for a smaller one, not allowing his future husband to spend a second away from him.

It was thanks to Seokjin that he managed to take his place, too absorbed in the whole process. They have rehearsed only one time but as soon as the music started he straightened his back, turning his head slightly to see Taehyung – the flower boy – down the aisle. His boxy smile was in place and he chose to stay by his soulmate's side during the service, managing to sneak a flower crown on his head by the end of it.

They were all emotional when they finally exchanged rings and Jimin had to bite the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't sob, knowing that would ruin the pretty eyeshadow he struggled to put the entire morning on. As soon as everyone started clapping he focused on doing the same and was distracted by Jungkook who subtly stepped towards their row in order to walk behind him and wrap his arms around him. The comforting backhug was followed by gentle kisses on top of his head and he melted against the touch, happy to have his boyfriend so close.

The party started as soon as a well-known ballad started playing and they went to hug the newlywed tightly before anything else.

"I can't believe I'm a married man now." Hobi squealed and leaned to kiss the elder tattoo artist on his lips, too lost into emotion to mind the crowd who was staring at them. It was sweet and Yoongi's cheeks changed their colour slightly.

There were a lot of strangers – part of the grooms' families but that didn't hold them back from partying, enjoying their little group of friends. Thankfully, no one was homophobic (that wouldn't have been possible as they were attending a gay wedding) so Jimin accepted every little kiss that was offered to him, little giggles escaping his mouth.

"I've missed you." The tattoo artist whispered against his lips and nuzzled his nose against a button one, causing for more laughter.

"It's only been a couple of hours."

"Still too much." It might have been cheesy but then arms wrapped around his middle, forcing him to move to the song that was playing in the background. It was a foreign one, the rhythm making them understand it was about romance and Jimin rested his head against a strong shoulder, happy to be in the arms of the one he loved. A strong heartbeat was lulling him to calmness and his lungs were filled with familiar cologne. He loved it when he smelt of Jungkook because that was the fragrance he associated with safety – with home.

"You've outdone yourself today, Min." The remark made him arch an eyebrow. "You're indeed the prettiest boy I've ever seen."

"I think Seokie-hyung looks prettier than me tonight."

"Not in my eyes."

"Kookie!" The embarrassment was obvious and a little palm smacked the elder's chest gently, proving to him once again that his baby still had no idea how to accept compliments or how to acknowledge how truly attractive he was.

Seokjin brought them some drinks and they ended up enjoying them on the nearest balcony, happy to get away from the crowd for a little while. Strangers were intimidating Jimin and even if he was by his boyfriend's side, he couldn't simply look away from the anxiety that was building inside of him. The moon was high on the sky, its paleness spreading all over and it was a wonder that such a beautiful place was part of the busy and loud Seoul.

"I like it here." Jimin smiled and felt his hand being grabbed and guided towards soft lips.

"Me too, kitten." There were a few chairs placed on the side so the man pulled him towards them and sat down on one before urging the other to sit on his lap. The almost empty glasses were placed on the floor and a hot mouth pressed against a pulse point, his hands finding smaller ones. "I like to spend time alone with you."

"We do that every day."

Jimin still had a hard time believing someone could love him as much as Jungkook did. It was not that he didn't trust his words or his feelings but he couldn't remember happier times; yes, they have been through some very rough moments but they still stuck together and he knew he was getting better with each passing day. If it wouldn't have been for Jungkook he would have still been cutting, he would have still believed that he deserved nothing more than being abused. His Daddy fought for his life for more than a year and he was still proving to him his worth every single day.

"I know that, peach." A soft kiss on the side of his head. "Are you having fun?"

"'m a bit tired." And a bit little but he knew he wasn't supposed to. Fortunately, Jungkook was not blind so he kissed the same spot again before speaking.

"I'm sure hyungs won't mind if you're feeling little, baby." Something pulled at his heart – a mix of relief and happiness because his lover could read him like an open book.

"Gonna be little just with you."

The man smiled and whispered an affectionate okay before running his fingers through soft brown strands, enjoying the way his baby's body began relaxing against his. It was a serene moment, they were experiencing pure bliss and Jungkook could have stood like that forever, holding Jimin under the full moon, whispering to him the sweetest things.

"I want to dance."

"Okay." There wasn't a wish his Daddy couldn't grant so they spent the following hour moving on the dance floor, stealing the show as their chemistry was so obvious.

They were taking a break and the younger was savouring a glass of water when an old lady approached him. He thought it was because he was standing right beside a table that was filled with drinks but her wide smile made him change his mind and he mirrored the expression, wondering what she wanted to say to him.

"You and your boyfriend look very good together. You seem happy." It was the first time a stranger was saying something like that to him so he started beaming.

"Thank you! We are happy!"

The conversation went on for a while and Jimin was getting more and more enthusiastic, happy to see someone so interested in his relationship. It was rare for elderly people to accept same-sex couples and that made him even more eager to share; he was happy to know it was obvious they loved each other.

He got startled when an arm wrapped around his middle and he turned around to find Jungkook who was grinning at the third party, his hand immediately extending so he could present himself.

"I might have or have not seen Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung enjoying each other's company in the bathroom." It was obvious what he was referring to so Jimin's jaw dropped, causing for the other to chuckle. The tattoo artist felt slightly traumatised because he has never wished to have such an insight of his friends' love life. He definitely never wanted to hear Namjoon praising how good Seokjin was with his mouth.

A shiver ran down his spine so he decided to focus on the boy in front of him and to kiss his lips softly.

"Hoseokie-hyung is looking for you, baby." Jungkook said and smiled brightly.

"Oh? I'll come back in a minute."

He watched as Jimin almost ran towards the place where his friend was waiting, obviously hurried to attend him in case he needed anything. It was impossibly cute how considerate he was towards the people he cared about.

"I think you're a very lucky young man." The old lady said out of the blue and Jungkook's lips parted to reveal a signature bunny grin, doe eyes still glued on the small figure.

"I know I am."

He must have sounded distracted – bell-like giggles reached his ears and his boyfriend began gesticulating as he was talking to the newlyweds. His caramel- coloured hair was slightly messy because of the flower crown he was still wearing and crescents were indicating how genuinely happy he was to be there. Jungkook took a big breath and slipped his right hand in the pocket of his jacket, his fingers instinctively wrapping around the velvety black box that was resting there. He's been carrying it around for more than two weeks now, waiting for the perfect moment to get down on his knee and ask Jimin if he would like to spend forever with him.

The boy turned towards him and offered him the biggest loving smile he could manage, one of his hands urging him to get closer. He let go of the box and did as he was told, feeling his lips tingling with need.

Soon.