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I Could Show You Incredible Things

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"I'm dying to see how this one ends.
Grab your passport and my hand.
I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."



It was a week later that Jungkook called Jimin for the first time. 

Jimin was making supper for one in his comfortable home-clothes, having had an early day of dance practice for a potential music video shoot. But he’d gotten home early, too. He hummed new songs throughout his hot shower and got dressed, deciding to be lazy tonight. When his phone rang, he wiped his hands on the dish towel and hurried to answer it, anticipating Taehyung. 

“Hi,” Jimin said shyly, grateful that Jungkook couldn’t see the heat that had rushed to his face at seeing who the caller was. 

“Hi, friend Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook said, and Jimin could hear the smile in his voice. 

“How are you?”

“I want to know how you are first,” Jungkook replied. 

“Mmm, I’m good,” Jimin sat cross-legged on his couch, bringing a finger to his mouth. “Tired, but good. Just making some dinner.”

“Can you make me some, too?”

Jimin giggled. “Sure, come over. I have enough ramen for two.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Jungkook laughed, and Jimin couldn’t deny that he was disappointed that Jungkook was not going to be coming over. 

“How was your day?” Jimin tried again. 

“Long. It was long, Jimin-ah. And then when I got home and washed up, I realized how tired and hungry I was. And you know what I thought then?”

Jimin pressed his lips together in thought. “No. What did you think?”

“The first thing I thought about was that I wanted to hear your voice.”

Jimin blushed, scrubbing over his eyes with his palms. 

“Funny that I tell you that I wanted to hear your voice and you don’t say anything in response,” Jungkook teased. His voice was deep and soft and had a hint of fondness that Jimin couldn’t miss.

“Ah, I’m sorry. You flatter me, I was speechless,” Jimin admitted, feeling like the blush could be heard through his words. 

Of course, Jimin had been wanting to hear Jungkook’s voice, too. Or even just see a text from him. But Jimin was determined to not get too heated up over this thing with Jungkook, whatever it was. The attraction between them was a given, and Jimin didn’t need to feed into it; it was a flame that did not need fanning. So, Jimin had not sent Jungkook so much as a “hello” in the week since they had last seen each other. Jimin was proud of his self-control, but the number of times his finger had hovered over Jungkook’s name in his contact list before Jimin had sworn and put the phone under his pillow again was completely humiliating to consider.

“I already feel better,” Jungkook said on the other end of the line. “I felt better from the moment you picked up and said hi.”

“What did you have to feel better from? Why was your day so long?” Jimin was desperate to change the subject, for his cheeks to get a moment to cool. 

“It’s so much to get into, really-”

“Please? I don’t mind if you tell me. Unless you don’t want to.” 

“I - okay, I do want to. I just don’t want to bore you with work stuff.”

Your voice couldn’t possibly be boring. “Try me.”

Jimin ate his noodles as Jungkook told him about his day. He was finished eating when Jungkook concluded, “Anyway, long story short, I have to go to Japan for a few days to wrap this deal up in person. It will just be easier that way.”

“Sounds fun,” Jimin replied.

“No way. Even if I get downtime, I can’t do anything with it by myself.”

“Why not? I think the cherries are still blooming, you could go and see. There’s so much to do in Tokyo.”

Jungkook tutted. “I dunno. I just never liked doing things like that by myself, I guess.” There is a pause and Jimin thinks he knows where this is headed, but doesn’t allow his mind to get swept away before he hears it from Jungkook’s mouth. “Hey - I just had a great idea.”

“Oh, did you?” Jimin was playing coy now. 

“You should come with me.”

“Whoa, Jungkook. Are you - are you serious?”

“Right. A friends trip to Japan. Might be boring while I’m in meetings, though.”

“I’d love to come, but-.”

“Good. I’m paying. Text me your email address and I’ll forward the details.”

Jimin chewed his lip. “When?”

“Can we leave Sunday night?”

“Uh…” Jimin thought about his schedule, which he already knew was blank, but he deserved to think it through for a moment anyway. “I think so, yeah.” 

“Great. Text me your email address. I’ll get it booked.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye - wait! Hey, Jimin?”

“Yeah?” Jimin put his phone back to his ear.

“Thank you. You can’t even begin to understand how much better I feel now.”

But Jimin thought he might. He was feeling pretty damn high himself.






Jimin was beyond reproach, but still wilted slightly under the look that Namjoon and Jin gave him during their now-official weekly video chat. 

“Jimin-ah, you’re going to Japan with him? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Jin said, voice deep in caution.

“Why not?” Jimin acted aloof, but his friends knew him well enough to know Jimin’s tiniest doubts. 

“Uh, one, you don’t know him very well!” Hoseok held up his pointer finger. 

“I feel like I know him,” Jimin said quietly, looking down from the screen. 

When he glanced back up, Hoseok was holding up two fingers. “Two, it will be expensive and you were just complaining about how you wanted to buy those new shoes for dance and had to wait til you got paid again.”

Jimin was quiet. 

Taehyung let out a low whistle. “Wow. He’s paying for the trip isn’t he?”

Jimin was quiet. 

Hoseok shrieked. “Three! He’s spending hundreds of dollars on you and you barely know him!”

Jimin tutted, “Aish, drop it already, hyung.” His phone chimed with a new email. His plane ticket. 

Hoseok crossed his arms, stuck out his chin. “You know I’m right and that’s why you’re defensive.” 

“Do you even know where you’re going, Jimin-ah?” Namjoon asked, his calm voice bringing the vibe thankfully back toward the ground. 

Jimin held up his phone. “Tokyo.” 

“The cherry blossom festivals are on! Ah, I’m so jealous, I love Tokyo!” Taehyung squealed, and Yoongi gave him a reproachful boyfriend look. Jimin giggled. At least one friend was on his side. “Listen, Jimin-ah, the hyungs are right.” Maybe not. “Are you sure about this? Have - oh my God, we’ve missed something, haven’t we?”

Taehyung had hit the nail on the head and Jimin couldn’t look at his friends. 

“When?” Taehyung already knew, damn it, his best friend knew him too well. 

“A week ago,” Jimin mumbled from behind his hands. 

A week ago and I’m just finding out now, what were you-”

“What am I missing?” Yoongi cut in. 

“Jimin-ah and Jungkook had sex, keep up now, babe-”

“Kim Taehyung!” Jimin burst, seeing the knowing and gleaming looks his friends were giving him now, prickling on his skin even through cameras and computer screens. 

“What? Is that too honest? What did you do then, ‘sleep together’, ‘make love’, or was it just a-”

“Aish, stop it, all of you!” Jimin huffed, and his friends did. “In case any of you have forgotten, I am a grown man that can make my own decisions about who to go on trips with and who I - who I have sex with, thank you very much!” Jimin stares at all of the windows containing his friends and bristles at their scolded looks. “You all need to relax. We’re going for two days, that’s it. I’ll be back on Wednesday morning.” When none of them looked properly convinced, Jimin got angry. “Hey, none of you lectured Joonie and Jin when they moved in together after three weeks!” 

Jin and Namjoon looked unabashed. “Uh, and look at us now, we’ve been together for years , Jimin-ah. We knew it after three weeks, that’s different,” Jin started. 

“How do you know it’s different?” Jimin answered, feeling shy at what he was beginning to admit. 

“You feel that strongly for him?” Taehyung asked seriously. 

“I don’t know, I don’t know!” Jimin covered his face with his palms again. 

“Ah, guys, Jimin-ah is right. He can decide for himself what he wants to do with Jeon Jungkook,” Yoongi put in soothingly. “You can trust your instincts, Jimin. And we’ll always be here for you if they’re off the mark.” 

Jimin wasn’t quite sure if he could trust his instincts with Jungkook, though. It all seemed scrambled, the true north on his compass spinning, directionless. His friends pointed him one way, Jungkook another, his heart and his mind pointing to opposite poles. What was he to do with a broken compass?






Their seats were nearest to the front of the plane, and they had extra leg room. Jimin buckled his safety belt and loosened it a little, feeling slightly claustrophobic. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here with me, Jimin-ah,” Jungkook grinned.

“Me neither,” Jimin admitted. There was something swirling in his stomach that he tried to convince himself was related to their plane beginning takeoff. 

“I got us a nice place to stay. You’ll have your own space,” Jungkook’s hand barely brushed over Jimin’s in the tight quarters. “If you want.” 

“I appreciate that. Thank you.” 

The flight was short, and Jimin felt they had just begun to talk properly when the pilot announced their descent. They taxied to their gate, and Jungkook got Jimin’s carry-on for him from above their heads. He took Jimin’s hand when they got into the hangar, and that swoop in Jimin’s stomach returned again. Back on solid ground, he couldn’t pretend it was the plane’s fault.

They got a car to their rental house. Jimin had been expecting a hotel room, but he soon saw what Jungkook had meant when he said that he had his own space. It was expansive, too much for just two people. Jimin had his own bedroom and bathroom down a different hallway altogether than Jungkook’s quarters. 

It was late and Jimin was sleepy. He dressed down and wandered to the living area to find Jungkook. He could hear the shower down the hall, Jungkook’s ensuite, so he checked the fridge. It was fully stocked. He checked the cupboard. Fully stocked. Unsure if this was for them, Jimin helped himself to a water bottle near the back of the fridge. He heard the shower water cease. Jungkook was singing to himself. Jimin imagined him drying off, dressing. Jimin yawned. His brain was buzzing with exhaustion after the traveling and the late night. The past few days had been mentally draining, trying to decide whether he was making the right choice by going on this trip. 

“But here I am,” Jimin mumbled to himself, putting his head down in his arms on the cold marble countertop of the kitchen island. 

He looked up when he heard Jungkook’s bedroom door open. An eager puppy he was, waiting for his master. He could practically feel his tail wagging. 

“Hey,” Jungkook said, smiling easily. He was wearing pajamas. “You hungry? I had food brought in for us.”

Jimin indicated his water. “I’m good. Just tired.”

"You sure? I could make you something," Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. 

"I don't know if I'm intrigued or scared," Jimin giggled.

"Mmm, scared. You should definitely be scared," Jungkook nodded as he told Jimin. "But maybe between the two of us we could cook dinner tomorrow?"

Jimin smiled, pushing a hand through his own locks. "I'd like that very much." The thought of doing something so normal in such an abnormal situation made Jimin feel something special. Almost like desire, only...

"I'll let you get some rest then, if that's what you'd like." 

"Okay," Jimin stood up and walked to Jungkook's side. "Hey, Jungkook-ah?"

"Hmmm?" Jungkook turned on his barstool at the kitchen island. He was facing Jimin, wearing blue plaid pajama pants tied with a string low on his waist and a soft black t-shirt. 

"Thanks for inviting me," Jimin said, stepping into Jungkook's space. A moth to a flame. 

Jungkook opened his legs wider for Jimin to step between them, sliding his hands over Jimin's hips. "Maybe wait until after I'm in meetings all day tomorrow to thank me, hmmm? See if you’re still happy to be here after all of that."

Jimin eased his fingers over the tops of Jungkook's shoulders. The muscle there was taut beneath the fabric, which was as soft to the touch as it looked. Jimin smoothed his hands over the hard planes of Jungkook's shoulder blades, scratching there and enjoying the way Jungkook's head rolled forward onto his chest in apparent relaxation at the light massage. Jimin could feel the tension under the pads of his fingers as he pressed through the knots in Jungkook's shoulders. 

"I'll be fine, Jungkook-ah. Going to see the cherry blossoms, remember? I don't mind going alone, there’s plenty to see. I’ll be busy, too."

Jimin slept fitfully, feeling cold and alone for the night. His morning shower warmed him up, and when he padded to the kitchen for breakfast, he found a coffee, still steaming, with a note from Jungkook. 



Sorry, Jimin-ah, had to leave early. Hope you have a lovely day exploring Tokyo, text or call if you need anything.
Your good friend,



Jimin went to two different parks while Jungkook worked. He grabbed lunch alone and wandered through the pink blossoms with a coffee in hand, feeling free. There was a side street filled with cafes and little shops and Jimin stuck his head into a couple of them. When he returned back to their rental house it was with a full heart and a small bag of assorted trinkets he had bought his friends. And one he had bought for Jungkook. 

He got home early and searched through the fridge, pulling ingredients for supper. His heart stuttered when he heard the front door open, and Jungkook was pulling his exhausted-looking body over the threshold. 

“Hi,” Jimin breathed out, feeling suddenly shy as Jungkook grinned at the sight of him. 

“Hey, you,” Jungkook put his bags down, pulling Jimin to him by the waist. “I feel like I could get used to coming home from work to you.” 

Jimin rolled his head into Jungkook’s neck. His heart was skipping way too many beats. 

“I’m that good a friend?” Jimin pulled back, catching Jungkook’s smiling eyes. 

“That good,” Jungkook affirmed. 

A moment later, their lips are locked. Jungkook backed Jimin slowly into the kitchen, not leaving his mouth. Jimin squealed as his back hit the kitchen island. 

“Sorry,” Jungkook said against Jimin’s cheek, “I got carried away there for a second.” Jungkook peeked over Jimin’s shoulder. “Looks like you’re already getting supper started, hyung.” 

“Mmhmm,” Jimin confirmed. “There’s way too much food here. We have some serious eating to do tonight.” 

After cooking and eating, they stumbled to the living room, bellies full to bursting and bodies weary. Jimin’s feet were resting on Jungkook’s lap, the two of them splayed out on the couch. Jungkook had washed up and changed, and he smelled and looked so delicious that Jimin could forget how full he was if he was to be offered a hearty serving of Jungkook. 

“Did you have a good day, Jimin-hyung?” Jungkook asked, taking Jimin’s socked foot in his hands and starting to massage. 

“I had an amazing day. Every minute has been perfect. And I think you’re a better chef than you were letting on.”

“I had lots of fun cooking with you, hyung,” Jungkook replied, chuckling at Jimin’s moan of delight with his foot rub. 

“If you fail as a businessman you can become my personal masseuse,” Jimin sighed out, closing his eyes at the wonderful pressure of Jungkook’s hands. 

“I can do both, hyung.” 

Jimin remained in a half-sleep as Jungkook massaged over his feet, up his calves. The feeling was so peaceful, such bliss being under Jungkook’s strong hands. Not that that was a new sensation. Jimin was more than aware of Jungkook’s talented touch.

Jimin’s eyes flew open as he recalled his gift for Jungkook. “I got you something today. Let me get it, be right back.” 

Jimin hurried to his room, returning with the little cardboard box from the gift shop. “It’s just little, but - I really loved it and it reminded me of you.” 

Jungkook gazed at Jimin fondly, easing the box open. He carefully removed the jewelry from within. A single cherry blossom, etched into a round, matte silver pendant. 

“It’s beautiful,” Jungkook said, swallowing. “Thank you, hyung. You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“I know. I wanted to, Jungkook-ah.” 

A pause took over then, the air as thick as it ever was between them. Then Jungkook cleared his throat. 

“Hey, it’s been a long day. I should have more time tomorrow evening, and we have some time before our flight the day after. Tomorrow morning is a big meeting for me, though, and I should get some sleep.” 

“Of course. Sleep well, friend.” 

Jimin stood, awkwardly smoothing his pants. They surveyed each other, Jimin unsure of how to proceed, whether he should kiss Jungkook again or hug him or just turn around and go to his bedroom. The decision was made for him as Jungkook pressed his lips into a thin line, whispered goodnight, and floated away to his room, pendant in hand. 

Jimin didn’t last long this time, alone in his bed. He listened to Jungkook in the restroom, listened to the house grow quiet as Jungkook presumably climbed under his own covers. Jimin began to count sheep, but after 500 he threw the covers off of his body and gave into what he felt was the inevitable. 

“Jungkook-ah?” Jimin whispered into the night, toward Jungkook’s silhouette in his bed. 

“Jimin-ah?” Jungkook sat up. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is okay. But - can I sleep in your bed?” 

Jungkook stirred slightly under his fluffy blankets. Jimin stepped a bit closer, leaning over, the better for Jungkook to see that he was only in his boxers. 

“Please? I’m too lonely in that big old bed across the house, all by myself…” 

“Aish, come on, hyung,” Jungkook said. 

Jungkook was clearly trying to sound disgruntled as he lifted the covers for Jimin to crawl in, but failed miserably as he gathered Jimin into his arms with a fond sigh. Jimin fell asleep wondering what tomorrow would bring, the fears and doubts of yesterday long forgotten. He was meant to be here. He was meant to be here in Tokyo, in this house, in Jungkook’s bed. Jimin couldn’t explain it, but he knew it was true.