Jungkook is one hundred percent sure he's fucked by the time gets to the stage and flees his way backstage and everyone is looking at him with clear concern in their eyes.
He doesn't miss Namjoon mumbling under his breath about Bang PD scolding Jungkook later for that or the silent tsk Sejin-hyung does while shaking his head.
It's fine, because he is fine. He’s not looking forward to having his actions lecture for an hour or so about what he's done, but Jungkook isn't scared either.
There's just one person he's afraid to see once the adrenaline dies down and that person is nowhere to be found.
After they've taken their usual post-concert pictures, he usually runs into Jimin so they can ride to their hotel together. Today, apparently, the sitting position has been changed and he's riding back with Yoongi-hyung.
The quiet doesn't bother them, especially with Yoongi-hyung’s soft snores beside him. It's a great time to take a selca. Deep down, Jungkook knows he was stupid, reckless even. He knows that things might've gone far worse than it did and that the entire fandom is probably worried sick about him.
So he puts his best smile on, holds the French ARMY sign and allows himself to think of the experiences they've shared until now. Happiness overflows his body and the guilt that had slowly started to spread through him is gone in a second.
No one really mentions what happened and lets him be. Jimin’s car apparently arrived earlier so he's probably upstairs already.
Jungkook sighs, a weird feeling gathering at his gut by the time he reaches their floor and opens the door.
He was expecting it, honestly, he was, but it still surprises him when Jimin smacks his head and pulls him into his arms.
“What were you thinking?” Jimin snaps, body warm against Jungkook’s. His hands sink into Jungkook’s shoulders, tightening his hold like he's not ready to let Jungkook go any time soon. Truthfully, he isn't.
“I wasn't,” Jungkook says, sincerity rings loud in his voice. He didn't think, he just acted.
“Clearly,” Jimin mocks, fingers meeting Jungkook’s hair. “You're so stupid, Jungkook-ah. So stupid. What were you thinking?”
“I thought we had established already that I wasn't,” Jungkook shoots back, a smirk playing in his lips.
“Shut up,” Jimin smacks him again, gaining a very fake “ouch ” from Jungkook.
“You’re so mean, Jiminie.”
“M’not,” Jimin pouts, eyes going soft once he steps back to look at him. “I was so worried. You could've gotten yourself hurt.”
“But I didn't. I'm okay, baby,” Jungkook reassures, this being the one pulling Jimin into his arms. Jimin’s gaze is intense on him, glassy too with unshed tears Jungkook knows Jimin's holding back.
Too many years living with each other has its perks but also its downsides. Jungkook gets to see every side of Jimin daily, even the worst parts, can recognize every frown and every pout and every tear. And right now, the way his lips tremble as he stares at him, says enough.
“I’m okay,” Jungkook says again, taking his time peppering feather-like kisses all over Jimin’s face.
His boyfriend melts, whimpering at each kiss and Jungkook’s heart swells.
“Let's clean you up.” Jimin decides, giving Jungkook just a few seconds to nod because this isn't up for debate.
With their fingers interlaced, Jimin motions to the bathroom of their shared room. Jungkook does nothing but follows closely behind.
The hot water falling onto his tense shoulders help to ease him up a bit and Jimin’s naked, warm body pressing on his back is only a plus. During any other time, Jungkook would've had pushed Jimin against the wall and swallowed his moans down one by one. Right now, though, this is enough.
It's a routine they've gotten used to. Taking showers together, Jimin washing Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook doing the same. They clean themselves up amongst giggles and stolen kisses and it's perfect the way it is. Jungkook doesn't need anything else.
They finish after a long session of lazy makeout and when the skin of their fingers get all wrinkled. Jungkook feels a bit drowsy, ready to pass out.
Their hotel room is a nice mixture of hot and cold, but they dive in under the blankets in no time. Jimin waits longer than a breath to tangle his legs around Jungkook’s, pressing their chest so close Jimin’s warm lips slightly touch his neck.
“Why do you have to be like that?” Jimin asks so low Jungkook barely hears it.
He tilts his head to the side, getting a good view of Jimin’s glossy eyes. He's worried, that much Jungkook can tell by the way his eyebrows curve cutely and the corner of his mouth is partly open.
“Like the best guy in the world,” Jimin shrugs, nosing at Jungkook’s jaw and giving it a quick kiss before settling back to look at him. “You shouldn't have done that, Kook. You really shouldn't.”
“I know,” Jungkook agrees, right hand going up Jimin’s arm to his cheeks, caressing the skin with his thumb. Jimin sighs, closing and opening his eyes a few times.
“I think that's why you're so big,” Jimin mutters, nails drawing random patterns onto Jungkook’s back.
Jungkook laughs. “I thought it was because you were so tiny.”
Jimin pouts harder, a “hey ” easily escaping his throat. “That's not what I meant!”
“You are tiny, though,” Jungkook smirks and Jimin only rolls his eyes in return. “Fine, I'm sorry. You're not that tiny.”
“I hate you,” Jimin scoffs, starting to pull away but Jungkook is faster, stronger. For Jimin, it would be easy to escape. He knows his way around Jungkook more than anyone. Yet, he lets out a gasp and doesn't fight Jungkook’s arms locking him in place.
“No, you don't. But what did you mean anyway?”
Jimin is silent now, seemingly wondering whether or not he should say it. He takes a deep breath and turns to Jungkook again, a small smile hanging on his lips.
“You didn't hesitate to go to that girl. You jumped the barricade and almost gave me a heart attack, but you didn't even hesitate. Not even when the crowd went after you. You wanted to reach her and make her smile. That's who you are. And I think that's why you're so big, you know? Taller, I guess. To fit the size of your heart.”
Jungkook blames on the shock his body is currently on that has made him speechless. He’s searching for words, but can't find any.
It’s a staring contest for both of them. Mostly for Jungkook, since he can't find something to say and Jimin's just waiting.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Jimin is the one to break the silence after what feels like hours.
“I can't help it,” Jungkook finally stutters out. “I just… Wow. That's… Wow.”
“Is wow the only thing you know how to say?” Jimin raises his brow, in a questionable amusing way.
“You’re so cute, Jungkookie,” Jimin giggles, stealing a kiss.
“Thank you,” Jungkook blurts, flabbergasted. There's basically no space between them, Jimin’s hot breath tingling Jungkook’s neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Jimin shakes his head, lips turned into a thin line as he says, “Just… Promise me you won't do that again.”
Jungkook thinks about it. Has thought about it for a really long time. But would he be able to never do anything like that again? His heart aches and he knows he will, as many times as necessary. After all, that's who he is.
“I can't,” he whispers, trying to convey his feelings through his actions, hands sinking into Jimin like he’s out of balance and needs him to keep him grounded.
Jimin knows, of course. He knows. “Promise me one thing, then.”
Jungkook nods eagerly, Jimin giggling at that.
“Promise me you'll love me, then. No matter what.”
Warmth fills Jungkook’s limbs and everything in between. He takes in the sight of Jimin’s messy hair, flushed cheeks and eyes that hold the sky inside, and the answer is there, burning his tongue.
It's the only promise Jungkook can keep.