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Jimin sighed and rested his head on the white surface of the tub, steam billowing over the bathroom, warming the room with the scent of lilies.

Jungkook's hands worked over his foot with hard and soft pricks, working his way up from the sole to his toes. Jimin groaned and relaxed even more, now the only thing that could be seen was his head; his body covered by foam and water.

Jungkook smiled and placed a kiss on his ankle, his hands reaching into the water to grab his other foot.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked fondly.

Jimin hummed, loving his husband's hands over the hard spots that had formed from stress.

"Yeah." He sighed.

Jimin had had a rough day at work. The group he was choreographing did a lousy job when his boss came to see the dance progress for the upcoming Comeback. He had to endure the reprimand of his boss, practically blaming him for the situation, when clearly it wasn't, at least not in the sense that he didn't teach the boys the dance, because he did. He actually was satisfied with their dance moves the last time he supervised them, but the boys didn't practice enough and he found out from his manager that they were having a hard time as a group.

Jimin should have been more attentive to those signs, those signs were more worrisome than a mistake in the choreography, those problems wore down the soul, and opened gaps between your coworkers and the people who were supposed to be your friends.

"I would like to think that they were a little calmer, with clear ideas about how they want to lead their lives and how far they plan to go." Jimin continued, widening his eyes at looking at Jungkook.

Jimin didn't blame his boss, he had to see that the group followed its itinerary and that everything was ready for the comeback.

Jungkook placed a kiss on his ankle and another on the sole of his foot, sending a tingle through his body. Jimin chuckled at the sensation.

"You did it well." Jungkook praised.

"You think?" he asked.

“Of course, the last thing these boys needed was one more reprimand. They needed someone to listen to them, to encourage them, but also to put their feet on the ground. Not everything is rosy because they achieved success." He explained.

Jimin melted, Jungkook always knew how to calm him down. He took his foot out of his husband's hands and shifted in the tub, the water trickling a little over the edges, until he was straddling him.

"I love you." Jimin murmured against Jungkook’s lips

Jungkook laughed and kissed back, pressing his palms to Jimin's back.

"Not as much as I do," Jungkook muttered leaving a peck on his lips.

Jimin hit his husband's chest amused, pretending to be offended. "Oh yeah?" Jimin went down leaving kisses on his neck, distracting himself with the collarbones.

"Of course," Jungkook continued, "I'm the one who puts up with having you on top of me naked and I'm still behaving, not like others." He teased, poking his ribs.

Jimin laughed squirming from the tickling. He lifted his head from his husband's neck and plunged into a slow kiss, holding on to him.

"Well," Jimin sighed, "shall we go to bed?"

"Park Jimin! " He said scandalized, "is that an indecent proposal?"

"It’s a proposal, but it's not indecent. My husband is allowed to touch me when I am on top of him naked." Jimin commented.

Jungkook's hand came up to hold onto the nape of his neck, fingers wrapped in his wet hair. "Yeah?" Jungkook whispered on his lips. Jimin nodded looking at Jungkook's lips with hunger, immobilized by his hand in his hair. "Let's go to bed then, husband."

Jimin complained when Jungkook didn't kiss him, but he nodded anyway, giving Jungkook space to get up from the tub, appreciating his naked body, dark eyes following the drops of water that trickled down Jungkook’s body.

The problems were forgotten with that image. Jimin of course should be worried, his work situation was shaky, but not enough that he didn't appreciate the intimate moments with his beautiful husband.

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Soft lips fell to the side of his neck, his chest pressed against his back, and his arms wrapped gently around him, palms on his flat stomach. A nervous sigh escaped between his teeth that he quickly recovered with a breath. He felt the hairs on his skin rise, and the room filled with warmth.

His kisses followed the line of his shoulder and his hands slid under his shirt. Jimin gasped as he felt a row of teeth presses into the junction of his neck. He turned his head and leaned to the side to meet the warm eyes of his now husband.

"Too much?" Taehyung's hands came out from under his clothes, one went up to his cheek and the other remained on his waist.

“N-No, just unexpected. It's okay." He reassured.

Jimin could feel the heat emanating from the larger body, on his chest, on his back, on the arm that pressed against his hard body. He could feel it in the fingers that pressed with some force on his waist. He could feel it in the hand that caressed his cheek and then in the finger that rested on his lips, outlining the the shape of it. Most of all, he could feel it in the warm breath fanning his face, so close to him.

"Can I?"

Jimin looked at him, watching Taehyung's lips just a few inches away.

"I want to see you," Jimin declared, turning around, chest to chest.

Taehyung stayed still, letting his hands caress his hips, climb up his back bringing him even closer to his body, looking at his husband's kissable neck, and the curious thing is that he never saw him like this until that very intimate moment that they were forced to share now that they were married.

He looked up slowly and met Taehyung's eyes, who was staring at him, clasping his hands on his lower back.

Maybe this was always meant to be.