4 | You Copy Everything I do 🐥

JIMIN'S POV

If I had one wish, it would be to stretch this island across time.

Freeze the sun.

Keep the waves just like this.

Hold Jungkook here— barefoot, smiling, unbothered— forever.

But since I can't do that, I'll settle for memorizing the way he looks right now.

Sleep-ruffled hair, damp at the edges from the morning breeze.

T-shirt too loose at the collar, showing just the edge of his tattoo.

One cheek puffed from biting into fruit like he's surviving some wild tropical hardship.

"Stop staring at me," he mutters with his mouth full.

"I can't help it," I reply sweetly. "You're built like a snack and eat like a raccoon."

We're sitting under the shade, eating mangoes like lazy thieves.

Our fourth morning on this island.

I haven't worn real pants in days.

Jungkook's been walking around shirtless with zero shame.

And last night, we argued over who made the better grilled meat like it was a matter of national security.

It's peace. But also chaos.

Exactly how I like it.

🐣

After breakfast, I try to sneak back into bed.

It's not that I'm tired.

I'm just so good at doing nothing. It's a skill. A passion. A calling.

But Jungkook, of course, wants to hike the shoreline, explore the other side of the island, and "maybe see what cool animals are out there."

"You can't even name five animals," I say into the pillow.

"Tiger, bunny, golden retriever, you, and—"

"That's just BTS."

"Exactly."

He grabs my ankle and starts dragging me off the mattress.

"Jeon Jungkook," I groan. "I swear—"

"You said I copy you, right? Well, I learned stubbornness from you."

🐣

He's impossible to argue with when he looks like this—all smug grin and sun-warmed skin.

So we compromise.

Sort of.

He hikes. I meander.

He bounds up rocks. I dramatically struggle for ten minutes and then demand a piggyback ride, which he absolutely gives me while pretending to complain.

"You're not even that small," he grunts, spinning me slightly as he walks.

"Spin me again and I'll bite you."

"You won't—OW."

I sink my teeth gently into his shoulder and he yelps in mock betrayal.

"You bit me?"

"You earned it."

"That's abuse, Jeon Jimin."

"That's foreplay, Park Jungkook."

🐣

We make it to the top of a hill overlooking the sea.

It's ridiculous how blue everything is.

I sit on a rock, legs stretched out, hair sticking to my forehead.

He drops beside me, sweaty and smiling, and knocks our shoulders together.

"I love you, you know," he says casually, like we're talking about the weather.

"Mmhm," I reply.

"That's it?"

I smirk. "You're so needy."

"You bit me and now you're emotionally neglecting me."

"You copied me again."

"What now?"

"You were born in Busan after me. You saw my greatness and said, 'I want that.'"

He stares at me, eyes wide. "You think I chose my birthday to follow your legacy?"

"Wouldn't be surprised."

"You think I joined BTS because you were already there?"

"Obviously."

"You think I got tattoos and piercings because you—"

"Jeon Jungkook," I say solemnly, "you are my son."

He tackles me.

We roll in the grass, laughing so hard I get hiccups. He pins my wrists, and I squirm just enough to distract him so I can flip us over and sit on his chest triumphantly.

"Old man strength," I say, winded.

"Old man sass," he mutters.

"I paved the way."

He lets me win.

I can tell.

🐣

Later, we nap together in the hammock.

Not because we're tired—just because we're in love and shameless about it.

I lie across his chest, tracing little stars into his skin with my finger.

"You know I'm sorry about the bite, right?"

"You say that every time, but you keep doing it."

"You love it."

"...I do."

"I'll stop leaving hickeys though."

He lifts his head. "Why?"

"They're getting more visible. You'll have to wear long sleeves again."

He groans. "You're ruining my fun."

I smile. "I just... I don't want to embarrass you."

He shifts, arms tight around me. "Baby," he says, voice low. "Never be shy about loving me."

My breath catches a little.

"I'll cover for us," he continues. "If anyone asks, I spun you around like a fool and you bit me out of survival."

"Survival," I repeat, deadpan.

"Raw panic. Had no choice. Instinct."

"And the neck ones?"

"Drunk celebration. Maybe you tripped and used your mouth to stabilize."

I laugh so hard I nearly fall out of the hammock.

🐣

That night, we grill again.

Meat, ramen, laughter.

He tries to throw a shrimp at me with chopsticks and fails spectacularly. I mock him for ten minutes and then choke when he actually lands one in my mouth later.

We eat until we're stuffed, legs tangled under the table, knees touching.

Afterward, we sit by the fire pit. Just us and the stars again.

His head's on my shoulder. My fingers stroke the back of his hand.

"Do you think this will last?" he asks quietly.

I look down. "What, the fire?"

"No... this."

Us.

This peace. This joy.

I don't answer right away.

Instead, I kiss his hair and say, "I don't know what's coming. But I know we'll fight to keep it."

He nods. "That's enough for me."

I lean back and look at him — my bunny, my copycat, my favorite person in the world.

He's grinning again, even tired.

I love that about him.

That even when he's worn out, he still tries to make me laugh.

That even when no one's watching, he still reaches for me.

🐣

When we go to bed, I curl against him and whisper,

"You know, you're the best decision I never knew I was making."

He squeezes my hand. "Same."

And that night, under mosquito nets and soft cotton sheets,

we don't need to do anything.

We just are.

Lovers.

Idiots.

Best friends.

Two Busan boys —

bitten, bruised,

full of meat and mischief

and too much love to hold in.

🐥🐥🐥

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I've always loved watching them together— the way they tease and bicker, giggle over nothing, cling to each other like it's the most natural thing in the world. There's something so real in those moments, like they forget the cameras are even there. If I had to write something this close to the heart, this is what I picture when they're alone: Jimin glowing in his own sunshiney way— playful, sassy, effortlessly sexy and cute all at once. And Jungkook, completely gone for him. Cheeky, a little shy, but so obviously smitten. They don't need big gestures. Just being near each other is enough. It's quiet, it's warm— like they're home in each other.