Jimin’s head. Jungkook strokes Jimin’s hair as Jimin goes as far down as he can manage,
before pulling off. Jungkook is still watching him, completely beside himself.
“Don’t be lazy,” Jimin speaks in a domineering tone “do it for me.” Jungkook makes a strangled
noise, beyond turned on at this point, and grips Jimin’s silvery hair, pushing Jimin down and
pulling him back up. Jimin’s hand is back on Jungkook’s abs, fully enjoying his body. His other
hand sneaks under Jungkook’s hips, pulling them up to thrust into Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook’s
struggling to keep his eyes open, but he wants to fulfill Jimin’s request. Jungkook’s hips thrust
into Jimin’s mouth as he forces Jimin down. Jimin gags but takes it. Jungkook moans, high. He’s
so cute when he moans. Jimin’s eyes water from being forced down onto Jungkook’s cock again
and again, but he takes it wholeheartedly. He wonders if he could get hard again from this. With
Jungkook fucking into Jimin’s mouth, it’s not long until he’s close, moaning almost constantly.
Jungkook arches into Jimin’s mouth, holding him down, finally closing his eyes as he comes.
Jimin feels Jungkook’s dick throb as it spurts waves of cum down his throat. Jungkook pulls
Jimin off. Jimin lays his head on Jungkook’s thigh, his hot breath still hitting Jungkook’s cock.
Jungkook smiles blissfully.
“Fuck.” It’s about all Jungkook can manage at the moment.
“Yeah?” Jimin asks.
“Yeah.” Jungkook replies. Jimin scoots up to kiss Jungkook again, both of them spent. Jungkook
holds Jimin’s head. Jimin pulls away and they lay facing each other. Naked, legs intertwined,
with Jungkook brushing Jimin’s hair out of his face. “You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook tells him.
Jimin smiles.
“Good?” he asks Jungkook. It smells like cinnamon spice from the candle.
“So, so good,” Jungkook reassures him.
They lay there for a while, talking, looking at each other. They take a shower together, warm
water falling over them as they feel over each other, as Jimin washes Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook
offers Jimin a clean shirt and pair of sweatpants. They share a bowl of fruit on the couch and
watch an episode of Friends. Jungkook’s arm is around Jimin and Jimin’s hand is on Jungkook’s
thigh. They finish the episode, tired, and crawl into bed. Jimin slips off the lily bracelet and
leaves it on Jungkook’s nightstand. Jungkook falls asleep almost entirely on top of Jimin. Jimin
takes a little longer before he drifts off too. Warm, comfortable.
Chapter 6 - Bedroom Tour pt. 2
Jimin wakes up with his head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook must have overheated in his sleep
because his shirt has disappeared. Jimin likes him this way. Peaceful. The shirtlessness doesn’t
hurt either. Jungkook’s skin is warm against Jimin’s cheek and the hand slung loosely across
Jungkook’s chest.
Jimin’s leg is similarly slung over Jungkook’s torso. Memories of last night flutter back into his
head. He can feel Jungkook’s hand wrapped around his thigh as he leisurely mouths at Jimin’s
dick. Remembers undressing each other, piece by piece. Remembers asking Jungkook to be
rough with him, Jungkook eagerly obeying every command, holding Jimin’s eyes. He’s so…
unreasonably hot. Jimin can hardly handle the fact that they’ve already slept together. Memories
of Jungkook holding him up against the wall… god. Jungkook could manhandle him with ease,
and that’s just sexy.
Feeling his face start to heat up, Jimin pulls back from his reminiscing. Should he leave? It’s not
too far removed from a one night stand. Or… the completion of a one night stand from a week
ago. But they’re friends, too, at least a little. Jimin pulls off of Jungkook to turn over and check
his phone, which he left stashed under the pillow. When Jimin extricates himself from Jungkook,
Jungkook, still half asleep, turns over to spoon Jimin. Jungkook’s arm wraps around Jimin,
pulling his body tight to himself. Jimin blushes at the innocent gesture. He reaches under the
pillow to open his phone. It’s 10, still early enough that Jimin can allow himself to lounge around
in Jungkook’s arms without overstaying his welcome. Would Jungkook mind if he stayed? Jimin
doesn’t know. A text from Tae:
Enjoying yourself?
Sent only a few minutes ago. Maybe the buzz woke him up. Jimin blushes again, this time at the
message. Jimin taps on the notification to open it.
Maybe…
Ah!! Was it good? Jungkook looks like he fuuuuucks
He is… so hot, I can’t.
OMG did he top?
I mean we didn’t exactly… we did other stuff
Oh sry sry
not that I’m opposed or anything
;)
Jungkook stirs behind him. Jimin quickly closes the conversation, tucking his phone back under
the pillow. Jungkook grumbles. His hand shifts to hold Jimin’s hip. Jimin feels every milimiter of
movement with excruciating awareness. They’ve already had sex, but Jimin still feels some sort
of nervous anticipation. “Good morning,” Jungkook says, voice still raspy from waking. Jimin
turns to lay on his back. Jungkook’s hand ghosts over Jimin’s lower stomach as he turns. Jimin
does everything he can to keep his breathing steady as he looks at Jungkook. “Hey,” Jimin says
softly. Jungkook smiles at him, grabbing his hip playfully and threading his leg between Jimin’s.
“Should I go?” Jimin asks “I know you might be busy…”
Jungkook retracts slightly “oh, yeah if you’ve got shit to do then…”
“No, I –” Jimin already sounds too eager, “I don’t mind, hanging around.”
Jungkook’s expression softens and he leans back into Jimin. “I don’t mind if you stay.”
“Cool.” The word falls out of Jimin’s mouth before he can conjure a witty, flirtatious reply.
Jungkook brushes the back of his fingers past Jimin’s cheek to brush through Jimin’s hair. The
gesture feels more intimate than a casual hookup. Jimin tries not to linger on that thought.
Instead he collects himself enough to lay his hand on the bare skin of Jungkook’s waist. Jimin
lightly trails his fingers along Jungkook’s back. It is intimate.
“I hope you had a good time last night.” Jungkook tells Jimin. Jimin bites the inside of his lip to
stay composed.
“Wouldn’t mind if it happened again.” Jungkook laughs softly. Jimin’s leg slips between
Jungkook’s thighs.
“Head that good?” He’s so stupid.
“Good at shutting you up,” Jimin retorts. Jungkook laughs again. Jimin looks down, then back up
at Jungkook. “Do you usually top?” Jimin asks, voice even for once.
Jungkook opens his mouth, inhaling before he speaks, then pauses. “What gives you that
impression?” Jungkook’s fingers feel heavenly in Jimin’s hair.
Jimin laughs, avoiding the question and pulling himself into Jungkook’s chest. It’s a lot looking
into Jungkook’s eyes right now. Jimin’s hand moves up to feel along Jungkook’s upper back.
Jimin leans back to look at Jungkook – he doesn’t want to handle the situation immaturely. “Do
you?” Jimin repeats the question.
Jungkook’s expression evens out, serious. “I’ve actually never… bottomed before.” He says
shyly. Jimin can feel the vulnerability. Jimin brings his hand up to soothingly stroke across
Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook’s blushing a little. Jungkook bites his lower lip, selecting his
words with care. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just…” Jungkook sighs. Jimin waits for him. “I
usually have sex with women.” Jimin’s mouth widens into an O. Maybe he’s surprised because
him and Jungkook connected instantly, it didn’t seem unusual for Jungkook. Maybe it’s not that
weird though, people are just people. Jungkook’s hand cups the back of Jimin’s head. They
draw in close, noses brushing against each other. “I like you though,” Jungkook almost
whispers, still so vulnerable. “I’m open to anything,” Jungkook finishes, closing the distance
between them and slotting their lips together in a kiss. Their lips move over each other gently,
sweetly. Jimin doesn’t know what to do with the fluttering in his chest. Things between him and
Hoseok were always… passionate. This is just so… sweet. They pull away from each other.
Jimin would have stayed like that forever, but he’d never admit the strange fondness he already
feels.
“You’d probably like it.” Jimin looks at Jungkook in his baseline innocent, seductive way. Jimin’s
hand trails down to Jungkook’s ass. Jimin had been cautious to touch him here last night. Guys
can be weird about that. They don’t want to be too gay even when having actual gay sex.
“Yeah?” Jungkook raises his eyebrows, the image of a slight smirk imprinted on his lips. Jimin
kneads the flesh. Jungkook has a really good ass. Jungkook blushes deeper, hiding his face in
the pillow but still combing through Jimin’s hair. Jungkook had been so confident last night. It’s
nice to see him shy. Cute. Jimin relents, pulling his hand away to squeeze Jungkook’s waist
instead, hoping to bring Jungkook back out of his hiding place.
Jungkook peeks back out. His face is still rosy. “You didn't have to stop.” For once, Jungkook
seems more flustered than Jimin.
“You’re blushing.” Jimin tells him. Jimin hooks his fingers into the waistband of Jungkook’s
sweatpants.
“Yeah, it’s hard when you have one of the prettiest guys you’ve ever met in your bed asking you
to let him hit.”
“I will happily offer myself up.” Jimin’s fingers flit back and forth along Jungkook’s lower
waistline. He’s definitely not wearing underwear. “Fucking slut,” he degrades gently.
Jungkook’s breath hitches before he can reply, “should I go put on more clothes?” Jungkook
toys at the hem of Jimin’s shirt, pushing it up slowly, teasingly. Jimin inhales quickly, lips parted.
Jungkook has way too much power over him. Or maybe he’s just starved for affection. Jimin’s
attention shifts to look down at Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook is still edging Jimin’s shirt up,
gratuiotously twirling his fingers around every bit of exposed skin. Who wouldn’t want him.
Jimin’s hand has come around to drag up Jungkook’s torso.
“You’re staring.” Jimin scoffs. Jimin’s hand finds purchase on the back of Jungkook’s neck.
“You could take anyone you want home.” It’s a statement laced with insecurity, but Jungkook
accepts it. Jungkook tucks his head into the crook of Jimin’s neck, and the hand on the back of
Jungkook’s neck laces up through his hair.
“You could too. But I took you home.” Jimin’s shirt has been pulled over halfway up his torso
now. Jungkook’s hand spreads out on Jimin’s back. It feels big, warm, and slightly rough on the
smooth skin of Jimin’s back.
“Why?” Jimin asks, tugging lightly on Jungkook’s overgrown hair.
“Cuz you’re pretty,” Jungkook drawls. Jungkook turns his head to bite lightly at Jimin’s neck,
sucking softly on the skin before pulling away. Jimin takes a deep breath, shocks of electricity
running through his body as Jungkook pulls his shirt even further up his torso. Jimin sits up,
finally pulling the article of clothing off. Jungkook’s hand lingers on Jimin’s chest. Jimin doesn’t
mind.
“But seriously, why?” Jimin continues, “within an hour of meeting me, you had to bring me home
crying. The next time we talk I tell you I cheated when I kissed you. Surely that’s complicated
enough to choose a different pretty boy to seduce.” His tone isn’t accusatory, it’s just honest.
Jungkook's eyes dart back and forth, looking at Jimin, then looking away again. His hand drops
from Jimin, and he pushes the hair off his forehead.
“I cheated once too.” Jungkook’s sympathy, his care, and his unwavering interest in Jimin all
make a little bit more sense. “It’s obviously something I regret, but I know shit happens
sometimes.” He looks at Jimin, but the intensity of Jimin’s gaze is overwhelming, so he closes
his eyes and exhales. Jimin wants to ask him about it, but Jungkook’s already shared more than
he had to. Jungkook opens his eyes, awaiting Jimin’s response. Jimin smiles softly. He doesn’t
know just what to say. He didn’t expect this. Jimin lays all the way back down. Jimin lays his
hand on Jungkook’s cheek, thumb brushing against Jungkook’s cheekbone.
“Thanks.” Jimin says to Jungkook. For his honesty and for taking care of Jimin that night, when
he didn’t have too. Jungkook smiles now, not fully, still hindered by his regret.
Jimin starts to lean in and Jungkook grips his hip harshly. Their lips collide more passionately
than before, both still emotional. Their mouths open wider to accommodate the kiss. It’s intense.
But not chaotic. Controlled, comforting. Jimin strokes Jungkook’s cheek romantically, in sharp
contrast to Jungkook’s stiff hand on Jimin’s hip. Jimin’s kept on edge by the feeling of Jungkook
holding his body in place.
Their kisses continue, longer than a casual hookup would. They fall into each other a little
further, now flush, chest to chest.Thoughts have drained out of Jimin’s head and he notices only
the fuzzy feeling in his chest and the pressure points where Jungkook’s body meets his. Their
lips, their chests, their hands on each other. Jimin’s phone buzzes. Their kisses slow, pulling
apart to take deep breaths.
“Are you gonna…” Jungkook asks. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s dick hard on his hip through their
clothes.
“No.” Jimin kisses under Jungkook’s jaw, where it meets his neck. “It’s probably just Tae asking
how your dick feels.” Jungkook laughs darkly. His hand slips back to feel Jimin’s ass. Plush,
soft, muscular.
“What did you say?” Jungkook punctuates the question with an involuntary moan when Jimin
sucks hard on his neck.
“I told him I’d let him know.” Jimin is gripping Jungkook’s thigh now, thumb running over the top
edge. They’re still on their sides, facing each other as Jimin works mercilessly on Jungkook’s
neck.
“Fuck,” Jungkook exhales, whiny. Jungkook pushes at the waistline of Jimin’s sweats and
underwear, nudging it away as he desperately aims to feel more of Jimin’s ass. His hand feels
heavenly on Jimin’s skin.
“So needy,” Jimin laughs. He pulls away to remove the remainder of his clothes. Jungkook’s
gaze is fixated on Jimin’s form.
“You’re so hot,” he tells Jimin, breaking his gaze to meet Jimin’s eyes. Jimin performs a little,
arching his back as he crawls over to Jungkook, pushing Jungkook onto his back and climbing
onto his lap. Jungkook gasps when Jimin’s ass rests against his clothed dick, only separated by
the thin layer of Jungkook’s sweatpants. Jimin starts to grind on Jungkook, Jungkook’s leg
twitching in response, moving to be propped up. Jungkook snaps back into action, hands
shooting up to guide Jimin’s hips. Jungkook’s mouth is open.
“Jesus christ, Jimin.” Jimin leans down to kiss Jungkook, the hand he had on Jungkook’s chest
to hold himself up shifts to Jungkook’s neck. Not pressing down, just laying there. Jungkook tilts
his head up to kiss Jimin eagerly, drowning a moan in the kiss.
“Do you want to finger me?” Jimin asks him. Jimin really wouldn’t mind getting fucked. It’s been
more than a while. Jungkook is having trouble pulling himself together enough to answer the
question. Jimin has this dominance that’s veiled in ease and nonchalance. It’s addictive.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, I have…” He gestures towards the nightstand. The one with all the candles.
“Yeah?” Jimin smiles teasingly at Jungkook. He pulls away from Jungkook, leaning over him,
back arched, stretching to open the nightstand drawer. Jungkook grips at his ass harshly.
Jimin’s breath hitches but he doesn’t lose focus, pulling the lube out and setting it on the bed
next to them. Jungkook guides Jimin onto his back, Jungkook kneeling below Jimin and Jimin’s
thighs resting over Jungkook’s. Jungkook leans down to take the lube which naturally forces
Jimin’s legs up. Just the position is… a lot for Jimin. Jungkook coats his fingers in a portion of
lube, Jimin watches him, biting his tongue. As Jungkook’s right hand moves down below Jimin,
Jungkook leans all the way down to kiss Jimin. Jungkook traces around, teasing Jimin’s
entrance before starting to finger him languidly. Jimin gasps at the new sensation, whining into
Jungkook’s mouth over the slow pace. Holding one of Jimin’s legs up, Jungkook trails down
Jimin’s body. He starts to move his hand with more intent while his lips kiss along the fragile
inside of Jimin’s thighs. Jungkook drags his fingers purposefully and Jimin suddenly gasps,
arching his back.
“Ah – right there” Jungkook repeats the motion. “Yeah, yeah, just like that,” Jimin encourages
him. Jungkook runs his fingers over the same spot and Jimin starts to grind against him. His
dick, flushed, is leaking onto his stomach. It’s obscene. Jungkook feels blessed just to be in this
situation. A writhing hot mess in front of him, falling apart over his hands. Jungkook works his
fingers again and again, earning gasps and small moans from Jimin. Please don’t let me come
before he fucks me.
“Ah, ah” Jimin laughs “please, Jungkook, I’m so close, please just fuck me, please.” Jimin didn’t
have to say it so desperately. Jungkook smiles at Jimin, removing his fingers. Jimin has to
squeeze his eyes shut at the sensation. Jungkook shifts off the bed to take off his sweatpants.
His stupidly hard dick comes into view. It’s so big, Jimin can’t help but imagine what it must feel
like. Jimin’s hand feels along his own chest, he guides it further down. Jungkook takes one of
the condoms from the nightstand. He goes back to kneel on the bed. He rips the package open
with his teeth. Jimin, now circling where Jungkook took away his fingers, moans. Jungkook’s
eyes snap up to him. “You did that on purpose,” Jimin suggests, referring to the way Jungkook
ripped open the packet. Jungkook shrugs, shaking his head as he rolls the condom on. Jimin
moans, watching Jungkook and feeling the lubed mess under his fingertips. The anticipation is
everything. Jungkook leans over Jimin and Jimin retracts his hand. Jimin can feel the heat
radiating off of Jungkook’s body. He wants him so bad.
“Are you ready?” Jungkook looks at Jimin. How can he ask me questions in this state? “Yes,
yes, Jungkook, just fuck me already.” Jungkook presses the head of his cock against the
slippery rim. “Jungkoook,” Jimin whines. Jungkook starts to press in. “Ahhh,” Jimin lets out, his
eyes closed, only able to take in so much sensory information at a time. The stretch is…
exhilarating. Jungkook bottoms out. He doesn’t move at first, instead bending to kiss Jimin, who
does his best to kiss back. Jungkook drops his head next to Jimin while Jimin simultaneously
laces his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. Jimin holds Jungkook’s head in place by his hair,
facing to speak into Jungkook’s ear.
“Was I not clear, when I asked you, to fuck me?” Jungkook can’t help but laugh. He was beyond
clear, he practically begged Jungkook, more than once. Jungkook draws his hips back before
pushing them forwards again, slowly still, while Jimin adjusts. Jungkook tilts Jimin’s jaw to the
side to kiss his neck. The intimacy is palpable. Jimin whines with every drag of Jungkook’s cock
inside him. He gasps when Jungkook’s dick runs over his prostate. If Jimin could form the
words, he’d ask Jungkook to go harder. Instead, Jimin reaches to put his hand on Jungkook’s
hip, pulling him in and grinding into his cock. Jungkook takes the hint and starts to snap his hips
forward. Jimin’s whines transform to full on moans, nearly constant from his mouth. Jungkook
moves effortlessly. He really knows how to fuck. Jungkook gives Jimin a few brief kisses, but
Jimin struggles to kiss him back. All Jimin is functionally doing is laying there, and that’s already
plenty. After a particularly fervent moan, Jimin manages to communicate a few words, “ ah, wait,
wait, Jungkook, I want to, be on my hands and knees, please, ah, please.”
Jungkook sneers at him, loving the way his name sounds on Jimin’s tongue, the way he can
take Jimin apart. Jungkook slows his pace and Jimin whines loudly when he pulls out. “You
asked for this,” Jungkook jokes in response to Jimin’s pout. Seeing that Jimin is making no effort
to switch positions, Jungkook happily takes it upon himself to flip Jimin over himself. Jungkook
moves Jimin into position to start fucking him again. The angle is – Jungkook doesn’t mind it at
all. Jimin’s full ass, accessible, on display, back arched down to where Jimin is propped up on
his forearms (that won’t last). Jungkook momentarily wishes he could see Jimin’s face, too, his
blissed-out expression. It’s a romantic thought. Jungkook lines himself up to thrust into Jimin
again, going straight into a hard, rough pace. The new angle feels heavenly to Jimin. He always
likes penetration best this way, but Jungkook’s dick feels especially full. Jimin’s moaning loudly
now, unable to help himself. Jungkook grips his ass harshly.
“Shhhh – the neighbors might hear,” he tells Jimin. Jimin falls down off his elbows, muffling his
cries in the pillow. Jungkook continues to fuck into him, feeling his own orgasm start to build. He
reaches around, wrapping his hand around Jimin’s cock. Jimin’s legs are shaking. Jungkook
draws his hand up once and as his hand runs over the head of Jimin’s cock, Jimin slaps his
hand away. Jimin holds himself up to tell Jungkook, “it’s, too sensitive, just keep, right there!”
Jungkook pounds into Jimin, desperately trying to withhold his own orgasm, until the pleasure
Jimin feels finally reaches a breaking point. Jimin practically sobs as he comes, gripping the
pillow below him for dear life as cum spurts onto the sheets below him. Seeing that Jimin
reached his peak, feeling that he’d reached his peak, it only takes a few more deep thrusts until
Jungkook is moaning, spilling into the condom, the tension running through his body releasing.
Jungkook pulls out slowly, but it doesn’t stop Jimin from gasping at the loss.
“Sorry.” He runs his hand over Jimin’s lower back to soothe him, discarding the condom.
Jungkook lays back down on the bed, pulling Jimin on top of him. Jungkook slides his hand up
and down Jimin’s back. Jimin’s hands cup Jungkook’s face, and he leans in, to kiss Jungkook.
It’s a kiss with no expectations, but it’s fulfilling nonetheless. Jimin retracts his head to lay down
on Jungkook’s shoulder. His hand still tickles Jungkook’s jawline, though Jungkook remains
unaffected, eyes hooded and fixed on Jimin.
“Do you think I’ll whine like that if I bottom?” Jimin giggles, dealing Jungkook a mock slap.
“Probably,” he tells Jungkook, “but I could get you to whine just from speaking to you. You get
so,” he chooses the word carefully, “pliant sometimes, it’s cute.” Jungkook’s biting his lip. Jimin
feels Jungkook’s spent dick twitch. Jimin’s expression is laced with amusement. “You’re a good
fuck” he tells Jungkook.
“Thank you, you were… amazing,” Jungkook’s tone is far too serious, and Jimin rolls his eyes
away from the ball of spun sugar in his chest, instead reaching for his phone. It is Taehyung.
Farmer’s market later?
If you’re not too busy getting railed for the nth time.
“Tae wants to hangout. You don’t mind if I-?” Jimin asks. Jungkook smiles cutely.
“Of course not. I can drive you back to your place.” They leisurely share a few more kisses
before Jimin pulls on his clothes and Jungkook takes him back to his apartment. Hoseok’s
bracelet, left on the nightstand, slips his mind. Or maybe he wants to leave it there. He wonders
what Taehyung will have to say as he climbs the steps to his place.
Chapter 7 - A late night smoke because they can't stay apart.
Jimin, Tae, and Yoongi push through the busy aisles of the farmers market, picking up
strawberries and vegetables and novel drinks.
"Thanks for inviting me out. I fear I would have wasted the day away in Jungkook's bed
otherwise."
Yoongi chuckles, "And would that have been so bad? It seems like you had a good night."
"Yeah, no, don't get me wrong. It's just, I mean on one level it's simple. He's just some guy from
my dance class that I hooked up with. Nothing I haven't done before," Jimin says cheekily.
Yoongi hums and Tae laughs.
"But on a different level, it feels complicated already. Shouldn't I be in bed crying over Hobi -- I
mean Hoseok right now?"
"Yeah." Tae says softly. "Maybe you processed your break up before it actually happened. Being
long distance and everything, it's… different." Jimin nods, his expression almost, solemn.
"I also found out he cheated." Tae gasps but Yoongi still looks stern.
"Do you know what happened?" Tae asks.
"I didn't press him in the moment. I definitely want to ask him about it though. It seemed like… a
difficult memory for him."
Tae lets out a puff of air, "That does feel complicated."
"Oh, and get this," Jimin lifts the serious air, "he said he's never bottomed before."
"Never?" Taehyung scrunches his eyebrows together, "Does he have some sort of complex or
something?"
Jimin laughs, smiling through his words "No, I mean, he basically offered himself up to me, he
just said he mostly hooks up with women."
Yoongi's smiling now, "Fair enough."
"You know, at least he's interesting," Taehyung offers.
"And he's hot," Jimin supplies.
"Yeah," Tae replies, a little too enthusiastically. Yoongi raises his eyebrows and looks over at
Taehyung.
"Just, what am I doing?" Jimin lets out an honest feeling.
"You don't have to know at this point. Just see what happens" Yoongi reassures him. Yoongi's
right, of course.
Taehyung gathers a couple more plants for his collection, and Yoongi acquires an array of
ingredients to cook tonight.
-It's not until Jimin is laying upside down on the couch, digesting the perfect meal Yoongi had
cooked, and mindlessly scrolling through tiktok that Jungkook texts him.
Hey.
He could give Jimin more than that. But Jimin supposes the act of texting first is enough.
Jungkook has definitely been sinking into his thoughts.
What, miss me already?
maybe…
what are you going to do about it?
you could… come over? I'd smoke you out and we can waste some time?
you want me soo bad
oh? we're manifesting now? pleeeaaasseee let me have this hot guy in my bed tonight
are you going to pick me up?
:) give me like 20
Jimin giggles, launching himself off the couch to smooth his hair down and throw on a pair of
loose, lightwash jeans and a shirt that's only cropped when he raises his arms.
Jimin's not sure why his chest feels so light, why his mind is racing as he approaches
Jungkook's car. He still feels so nervous -- wants Jungkook to like him. Jimin's been performing
a little, not ready to fully relax and let Jungkook see him for himself.
Jimin's hand wraps around the handle and he reminds himself to breathe.
"Thanks for driving me." It's warm in Jungkook's car. Jungkook smiles and starts to pull away.
There's music playing, it's smooth and melodic. Jungkook's hair hangs down over his forehead.
Relaxed, casual. He's wearing something akin to techwear, black cargo pants littered with straps
and a dark hoodie. Jungkook drives with one hand, his right lies on the median. He clenches it
into a fist before relaxing it. Does he? Jimin transfers his phone to his right hand, slipping it into
his pocket. He rests his left hand on his thigh, closer to Jungkook. He catches Jungkook's eyes
flickering down to Jimin's hand as he works on chewing his lower lip. A sense of fondness
bubbles up in Jimin.
"Are you nervous?" Jimin teases. Jungkook's attention splits between driving and Jimin.
Jungkook releases a deep, breathy laugh that Jimin can't help but be turned on by, despite the
cuteness of the situation. Jungkook doesn't hesitate this time, reaching to take Jimin's hand.
Jimin smiles. Jungkook's hand is larger than his. It's cold. He has really nice hands. Sporting a
couple silver rings with veins running beneath his tattooed skin. Jimin likes when guys drive with
one hand.
"Your hands are cold," Jimin tells Jungkook. Jungkook retracts his hand. "My bad. Won't happen
again." Jimin laughs, and Jungkook can't help but smile in response. Jimin takes Jungkook's
hand, dragging it to rest on his thigh. Jungkook's hand twitches when he makes contact. His
hand still feels cold where it rests against his skin under the rips. Jungkook readjusts his
fingertips to be under the edge of the rip, along Jimin's inner thigh. Jimin's mind is stuck on a
loop of Jungkook's cold fingers on his thigh. Jimin places his hand on top of Jungkook's and
Jungkook squeezes his thigh. Jimin cuddles up to Jungkook's form. Jungkook’s heart is
pounding. He usually emanates an air of nonchelance, but something about Jimin keeps him on
edge.
“You’re gonna smoke me out?” Jimin pouts, cutesly putting the words together.
“Yeah,” Jungkook smiles, he seems to be doing a lot of that rightnow. They’re driving past on
array of neon-lit buildings, slowly approaching Jungkook’s apartment. “You said you don’t smoke
much?” He asks Jimin.
“I used to.” Memories of bouncing off the walls in Hoseok’s apartment, high off his ass, laughing
until he can’t breathe. “Not as much anymore.” Jimin’s voice is laced with pain, but Jungkook
doesn’t press. He only steals a glance before fixing his attention to the road. He strokes Jimin’s
thigh gently. Jimin shifts in his seat.
“Maybe I can reintroduce you. I smoke…. Probably a little more than I should.” Jungkook’s voice
is warm and comforting.
“You and your guilty pleasures.” Jungkook scoffs. “Fucking stoner.”
“I’ll turn you into a stoner before you know it.”
“Hmm… I guess we’d have to spend a lot of time together then. You know, you wouldn’t be the
first to try. Yoongi-hyung is always asking me to smoke. Tae gets way too giggly and Yoongi
likes to philosophize.”
“Do you like to philosophize?” Jungkook asks.
“Sometimes. I like to do other things too.”
“Other things?” Jungkook’s prodding now.
“When you’re high, all of your senses feel heightened. I appreciate the beauty of the world
more, listen to music more closely, and, uhh, yeah, other things.” Jungkook laughs, he pulls into
his apartment complex to park.
Jungkook's hand leaves Jimin's thigh and Jimin feels cold in a completely different way.
Jungkook reaches into the back. Fuck he looks so hot. He takes a small bag
I wanted their first time together to be slow, and easy, and sweet, and simple. I’ve never written
anything like this before, so I hope you guys enjoy :)
Wandering around outside the clup, a neon-lit storefront catches his eye – TATTOOS
~~nevermind tattoo!!
Outline:
- Telling yoongi
- Hoseok is going to be coming back early
- Seeing jungkook in class
- Being paired together, can’t get the dance to work
- Breaking up with hoseok
- Telling jk they broke up
- Stay late practicing dance and everything is clicking perfectly
- Hooking up w jk
- We should be friends, need to get over hoseok
- Ok I’m done being friends
- Jk having anxiety attack
- You’re not perfect, but I love you
Tidbitd for later:
Their dancing not being working together, taking care of eachother
Jungkook doesn’t have to be perfect. He’s not perfect. But I like him exactly the way he is
PLAYLIST songs in the text or that I listened to while writing:
This is for you - longlost
My Time - Jungkook
00:00 - Vocal Line
Eat Your Young - Hozier
Ocean Eyes - Astronomyy Remix