Chapter 33: "You are me."

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Change is never easy. When a routine you've had for the longest you can remember is suddenly broken or changed, it frustrates you. At least, for the nine-year-old boy named Jeon Jungkook, it frustrated him on another level. He was always accustomed to living with his mother, a single parent. His life circumstances were rather peculiar compared to other children his age, he had to learn sign language since pre school for a better communication with his mother. He was okay with it, how could he not be? He thought his mother was more special than anyone; a kind soul who took care of him and protected him from harm.

His life was completely perfect to him, at least until to this day where he heard his mother's soft voice barely above a whisper (as he'd always hear it). "How would you... feel if I... dated someone?" It was a completely unexpected question that he wasn't ready to answer as a nine-year-old.

His mother gently pressed a soft kiss against his exposed forehead thanks to the two pony tails she made of his raven hair. The wind rustled leafs around the garden of their house as it did to his thoughts where a sudden lightning stroke in his mind. Although she could read her son's lips if he said something, she always wanted him to use sign language so he could always remember it. The little boy quickly curled his fingers on both hands except for his thumbs and index fingers, in the shape of L's pointing the thumbs to each other and the index fingers forward, then shook his wrists three times until both thumbs pointed out to opposite sides with shaky eyes. "Aniyo!" He mouthed with a whine, clearly not wanting his mother to date someone. Everything was completely perfect, and he wanted it that way.

"Gguk-ah" She pouted, her whispers were so soft. She used raised her left hand and curled her fingers except the index finger and touched her temple with the finger twice. 'Why?' She signed to him. Although she could read her son's lips, she wanted him to use sign language.

"You're mine alone!" He whined again as he signed back the answer, not wanting his mother to pay someone else attention. "But he is here... He is outside waiting to meet you." Her whispers filled his ears and she pointed at the doors of the house with her hands.

Little Jungkook's world crumbled down the moment a man he did not know bowed down his head and greeted him with a smile. The smile was too perfect for Jungkook's liking but he was a nine-year-old boy, he did not know the difference between a fake and a genuine smile. "Nice to meet you Jungkook. Your mother has told me so much about you. I'm Lee Min Woo, but please, call me Min Woo hyung." And that's how the devil snatched two lives for himself.

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"Tell me I'm yours. Ah~" Jimin moaned with fingers digging down Jungkook's shoulder blades. His eyes squinted as he tried to focus on Jungkook's doe ones. The actor hovered above him, hips grinding down their meeting bodies. The sweat covering the taller's forehead dropped down to his chest. "Argh! Ah~" Jungkook moaned when he scratched his back with force after hitting the same spot inside of him. The arms holding his shoulders moved his body in accordance to the rhythm of their clouded desires.

"Look me in the eyes!" Panted the writer and slowly traced his hands towards the actor's cheeks from the muscular shoulder blades; seems the dominance in him was winning today. His back jerked forward with every movement and when his toes curled, he forced them down on the bed with bent knees. His eyes exchanged millions of unsaid words when he stared into Jungkook's. "I am yours and you're mine." He said trying to maintain a normal voice but his voice cracked when his body unexpectedly jerked forward real bad and he cum down in Jungkook's hand.

"You're mine and I'm yours." Jungkook replied with a low moan when he pulled out of him and released his semen on Jimin's length mixing their cum together after pumping his own length. "Say it again." The writer ordered trying to catch his breath with his hands lowering the actor's swollen bottom lip. "You're mine and I am yours."

"Give me your index finger." Jimin's voice was soft when he ordered him. Complying to the unexpected command, Jungkook brought his right index finger to his own mouth and licked the sticky cum off of it before pointing it at his boyfriend. The puzzled expression never left his features. When Jimin pointed his own index finger back at him, he couldn't help it but smile unconsciously.

The meaning of the phrase 'I am yours' suddenly held the same definition for both of them, not of possession but of love. Even in Jungkook's heart and mind, when Jimin made the tip of their fingers touch, he felt it. "Repeat after me." Jimin giggled with a small voice. Jungkook's smile made the dimple in his left cheek appear, it wasn't fake. The smile was pure and true to the emotions they currently felt towards each other. "Neoneun na." The writer said, eyes never away from his. "Neoneun na." The actor repeated, and their bodies were connected in such a way now that only one of them did not know now.

"Now, I answer with: Naneun neo."

Jimin leaned up a bit and pecked Jungkook's lips; the smooch sound a bit loud. Then, he leaned down and waited for his boyfriend to say the phrase again. He noticed the love in his eyes, this was his Jungkook. The man he fell in love with, not the man who wants him just for sex. What he needed to do, was to draw his Jungkook out from the inside part of his heart, and he was succeeding.

The actor chuckled and moved his index finger back to trace the writer's plump bottom lip. The emotion of love evident in his eyes, but the named emotion still did not have a name in his mind; yet it did in his heart. "You make me speechless sometimes." He whispered, voice lower than before. "No... You make me speechless every time, Jimin-ssi." He retracted his index finger.

"Neoneun na." Jungkook pointed the index finger once again at Jimin.

"Naneun neo." Jimin once again made the tips of their index fingers touch. He couldn't stop smiling now. Both of them couldn't, not when they were in this moment of euphoria; but alass, every perfect moment like this does not last long. "Every time you want to tell me you love me, do this. Until you're comfortable with openly saying it, express your feelings to me through this."

"I will." Jungkook accepted it and leaned down a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. His elbow pressed against the writer's stomach for a moment and it made Jimin's eyes suddenly flinch so he abruptly sat up completely conscious of his body, their fingers separated. "Baby, what's wrong?" The actor sat back startled as well. "U-Uh... nothing." The older gulped with furrowed eyebrows and lifted his hands to cup the actor's face.

"You know, I took a shower before opening that video you sent me. Don't send me videos of you jerking off..." Cherry blossoms arose in his cheeks as if it was his first time feeling embarrassed in front of him. "Now, I have to shower again." He added with a pout.

"Hahaha... I'm not sorry." Jungkook chuckled and leaned back. The weight of his body left the mattress and he grasped hold of the writer's under knee between his calf and thigh with his left hand on the other's waist. "Then, I'll shower you this time. No second round, I promise." Jimin's left hand protectively hovered above his stomach at the sudden upward pull with his right instantly wrapped around the taller's neck.

"Right." Jimin made a nod with lips forming a straight line and eyes that cut vegetables in two.

"What have you been up to today and the past few days?" The forest of endless thoughts felt the rush of wind rustle the leafs in the trees and the butterflies of truth fluttered their wings; the actor's subconscious. A predator bowed his head against the prey he was submitting to. "Min Woo kept pestering me. Seunghun had to fake limping in front of him. As it's going, Ms. Han just needs to take the case to court next week. I haven't had sex with anyone except you, I swear it on my life. That's why I sent you the video- I-I just needed a release. I'm also stressed out."

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The atmosphere of Taehyung's apartment reached a melting point. Shooting stars flew past the irises of Hoseok's eyes when he arrived from work. Feet were hold against the ground when a sudden hurricane shook inside of him, déjà vu crawled like ants against his skin. "What is this?" He held onto a picture that was on the counter. The veins in his hands prominent as he felt the beating of his heartbeat against his ears.

Taehyung walked from the living room with his phone in hand. He almost dropped it when he saw the expression hovering over his boyfriend's eyes. "Taehyung-ah, What is this?" He repeated while raising the picture up with shaking fingers. "Jimin's sonogram." The taller answered truthfully watching the perplexed expression of his boyfriend suddenly break.

"W-Wait, Jimin's?" Hoseok blinked and looked at the picture once again. "I-I thought it was yours..." He gulped and looked down. Although he felt relief, it was also a little disappointing.

"I'm not- I'm under the pill and we're safe. What... did you feel angry towards me when you thought it was mine?" Mellow lips dropped on his seconds after he finished talking. Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the Flowers somehow explained the reaction his boyfriend had. "I would be more than glad if it was yours, but we're not ready right now. Let's be married to each other first and then, we can." Hoseok said softly and smoothly like reciting a love poem in spring.

"Jung Hoseok, was that a proposal?" Taehyung held back a grin. His cheeks blossomed in a warm pink as his arms clung to his boyfriend's neck. "O-Oh." Hoseok looked down, he didn't realize that he had implied that. "I'm kidding. I know what you meant Hobi-ah. Let's be married to each other when that happens. But when you propose to me, I expect you to get down on one knee. I'm traditional~" Taehyung teased and hugged him tight. The warmth made him feel at home and content.

He understood the past his boyfriend had gone through and he never wished to make him feel pressured into doing something he didn't want to now. "And I'll get you a beautiful ring to which your parents of approve first." Hoseok rubbed his nose against his ear in a playful manner. "I love the sound of that."

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March 6, 2019.

Jimin totally and utterly forgot Director Min wanted him and Jungkook to go to Seesaw Studios today. He had sweat running down his back from running with a laughing boyfriend leading him. "Slow down, I'm tired!" He panted trying to make his mouth breathe oxygen. "We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago. We're always late because of you." Jungkook rolled his eyes and finally, he opened the office of Min Yoongi.

Jimin rested his hands on his knees and bent his body trying to calm his heart beating out of his chest. He noted that he needed to start working out slowly because being pregnant and running was not a good combination. And there it was, he widened his eyes and straightened himself when he heard Yoongi clear his throat. He felt the urge to throw up the 4 pancakes his boyfriend cooked for him -per his request- just an hour prior. But he held himself back by gulping on his saliva and keeping his lips sealed.

"Just because we finished filming doesn't mean you both can slack off." Yoongi sighed from the chair he sat at behind his desk. "We're sorry." Jungkook bowed his head and Jimin nodded, lips paling at every moment that ticked by. The director nodded.

The meeting between the three of them began and Jimin felt like burying his head down the nearest toilet but he kept a straight face throughout it. "And per the contract you signed, the recording of the two soundtracks shall begin after the meeting concludes. Jimin, you're going to feature in one of the soundtracks." The writing nodded his head, lips sealed. He knew he could sing well, and he didn't refuse. "Jungkook will feature in the duet and a solo track. The producer is waiting at the studio on the seventh floor. Aside from that, the poster for the movie has been completed. Here it is." Yoongi grabbed a rolled poster in his desk and suddenly, the writer gripped onto the actor's hand for comfort.

Jungkook worriedly glanced at him. He noticed something was off with him, but before he could ask if he was alright, Yoongi showed them the poster.

The butterflies in Jimin's stomach came to live once he saw the poster. It didn't help with the crawling nausea up his esophagus so he suddenly stood up. The hold on Jungkook's hand made his arm raise abruptly and he noticed how the male covered his lips with his left hand. "Fucking pancakes." He muttered before bowing his head at Yoongi who had his lips parted in confusion.

"I-I have to go to the restroom excuse me." He loosened his hold on Jungkook's hand and ran outside the office to the nearest restroom before another hell breaks loose.

"Jimin hyung?!" The actor got up and bowed his head at the director before making his way outside the office in order to follow his boyfriend.

"Kids these days don't have any respect." Yoongi also stood up from his chair and left the poster on the desk to silently follow them; he was also worried for his friend.

I ate too many pancakes, that's it. That's all he needs to know for now.

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>너는 나 ~ 나는 너<

"Neoneun na" -JK

"Naneun neo" -JM

"You are me."

"I am you."