BlackToothy
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“Hyung?”
He hadn’t changed a single bit. Well, that wasn’t true entirely. He didn’t have baby fat around his face anymore. His lines were sharper, chest broader, muscles bigger. He grew too. Taller than he was now, standing above Jimin and yet, still so small in comparison. Tattoos were adorning his left arm, likely curling around his shoulder but Jimin couldn’t see it from the black shirt he was wearing. Jungkook changed a lot, but his eyes were the same. Big and doe-like, innocent in the way they drooped, shining bright like they always have. His teeth were the same too. The bunny smile Jimin had missed so much, visible in the way his jaw dropped in surprise.
Jimin missed him so fucking much.“You came back.”
(Alternatively, Jimin left for three whole years and now, coming back home, he has to face everything he has left behind.)