Jamais Vu

by caughtinjimin

Chapter 3: Burn

Notes:

I know this chapter took SO long and I'm sorry! College got really busy, then I spent the holidays with my family, and now I have COVID :( I also know this is a monster of a chapter (almost 34k words, aka almost a whole fic) but I couldn't split it up. But anyway, enjoy and listen to the songs I linked!

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Jimin can’t stop kissing Jungkook.

But to be fair, Jungkook can’t stop either.

And they should stop.

Jungkook was called to the store and he was supposed to leave five minutes ago, but their goodbye kiss turned into a make-out session, and here they are. 

“I gotta leave,” Jungkook whispers in his mouth, but his hands don’t leave Jimin’s waist.

“Hm,” Jimin nods and then sucks Jungkook’s lip into his mouth just the way he likes.

“Shit,” Jungkook groans and then grabs Jimin’s face to kiss him deeper, something that shouldn’t make him giggle, but it does. “Why are you laughing?” Jungkook is chuckling now, but he’s still leaving tiny kisses all over Jimin’s face. “Hm?” he pulls away with an eyebrow raised and Jimin just grins wider.

“I’m just really happy,” and I love you.

Jungkook smiles widely and somehow the butterflies in Jimin’s stomach still flutter. He’s so whipped.

“I’m really happy too.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jimin smiles, sliding his hands into Jungkook’s back pockets to pull their bodies together. Jungkook’s laughter dies in his throat when Jimin squeezes his ass with an innocent expression.

And this could take a whole other turn. Jimin is pressed against the door of his apartment with Jungkook towering over him, but Jungkook doesn’t rip his clothes off and forgets about the store, he just grabs his chin and leaves a sweet, long kiss on his lips.

Jimin feels very satisfied.

“I’ll call you later, yeah?” Jungkook pulls away with a small smile, but Jimin just stays there, resting his back against the door because he’s afraid his knees will give out.

“Okay,” Jimin nods and puckers his lips to ask for another kiss.

Jungkook laughs, but kisses him and then leaves.

Jimin sighs.

What’s he supposed to do without Jungkook?

Jimin decides to sit on the sofa to read a book about raising children, but it’s not enough to distract him. He’s become extremely dependent—and clingy—on Jungkook and he doesn’t hate it because he knows why he acts like that. Jimin doesn’t like to form any kind of external relationships while he’s meeting Jungkook again, so he just spends his time watching TV, reading, walking around, or talking with Taehyung. He can’t call Taehyung because he’s probably clubbing somewhere in Australia right now.

Jimin usually handles this better, but this Jungkook is a father. He can’t spend all of his free time with him.

This book is just making him more nervous, so he decides to read a poetry book he bought a few days ago instead. Then he gets the brilliant idea to highlight every poem in the book that reminds him of Jungkook. He laughs at himself when he notices the pages are full of pink. 

But there is one poem that is highlighted in very dark pink.

In all of time

I wonder how

Many lives I

Will have to

Live, until I

find my way

back to you.

He’s so in love with Jungkook it’s ridiculous. He wants to tell him.

But he doesn’t know if it’s too soon.

Especially when he doesn’t even get along with his daughter yet.

The dinner was last week and Jimin hasn’t stopped thinking about it. Over the phone, Jungkook has tried to reassure him that everything is okay but Jimin hasn’t stopped whining about it, so today Jungkook pulled up to his apartment by surprise. They spent more time kissing than talking, but that’s okay.

It’s also okay that they already had plans for the next day and that Jungkook could have waited. It’s okay because Jimin missed him and Jungkook made him feel better. 

But now he’s nervous again.

They’re meeting at the park tomorrow.

With Noori.

Jimin grabs the parenting book again and decides to focus on that instead. He’ll need it.

But maybe he focused too much. He only realizes it’s been four hours when Jungkook calls him to apologize for taking so long to call.

“It’s okay. You didn’t have to call me, darling.”

“I know. But I said I was and you were probably curious about what was happening.”

Jimin’s chest blooms with warmth. “I am. Tell me about it?”

And so Jungkook talks. He easily trails off to talk about Noori and then to random things, but Jimin listens with the silliest smile on his face. He loves Jungkook’s voice.

Jungkook yawns after they’ve been talking for an hour. “Are we still up for tomorrow, doll?”

Jimin’s heart flutters, but he still manages to speak. “Of course, pup,” he gulps nervously. 

“Goodnight then. Have sweet dreams, babe.”

But instead of sleeping, Jimin reads two more books about parenting.

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“I feel sick.”

“You’ll be fine, Jimin,” Taehyung laughs. “Seriously. Jungkook will help.”

“How do you know that? Last time was a mess. I’ll probably be even worse this time!”

“It’ll be different this time, Jimin. You were in her space, it probably freaked her out even more.”

“That makes sense,” Jimin sighs.

“Of course it does. I am an older brother of six,” Taehyung sasses. “So just try to play with her and buy her ice cream.”

“Kids like that? That wasn’t in the book.”

Taehyung scoffs. “It’s the best thing humans have created. Everyone loves ice cream! Well—except vampires, I guess.”

“Maybe I’ll like it too,” Jimin shrugs, but he knows he’s lying. He doesn’t enjoy human food, he just eats it because of Jungkook and maybe that’s why it even tastes like something. “You know, Jungkook makes me eat so much food. He usually doesn’t do that.”

“He’s a dad, Jimin, that’s why,” Taehyung snickers. “Oh, what if you accidentally call him daddy?”

Jimin hangs up.

Taehyung calls back immediately.

“I’m sorry!” Taehyung yells, but he’s laughing. 

He’s not sorry at all.

“Are you done?” Jimin scowls, looking out the window of his bedroom. It’s surprisingly sunny today and the people know it. The streets are full.

So Jimin wishes for rain. He wants Jungkook to cancel. He’s terrified of ending the night in tears again.

“I am. And so are you. Leave before it gets late.”

Jimin sighs. “Fine. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck, you’ll need it!”

“I hate you.”

“But I love you, blood-sucker.”

Jimin hangs up with a smile. He knows Taehyung is being annoying to make him laugh and he appreciates his efforts. The lump in his throat and the knot in his stomach only get worse once he arrives at the park though.

He hates and loves feeling like this. 

Because only Jungkook makes him feel like this, human. He reminds him of who he used to be. The real him.

But at the same time, he hates it. He hates feeling so nervous. He didn’t miss those kinds of emotions.

Still, he manages to exit the car and rest his back against the door as he waits.

He’s wearing a black beanie, black dress pants, and an olive green trench coat, so he knows the contrast against his cherry red car must be huge. His paleness doesn’t help.

Since it’s sunny, the park is busier than usual today. Autumn is welcoming winter, some trees are bare and others are full of colorful leaves falling onto the grass. It’s pretty.

And then he smells Jungkook.

He instantly whips his head around in his direction, finding Jungkook walking towards him with a small smile. Noori is holding his hand, looking at the ground shyly as she lets her dad guide her.

“Hi,” Jungkook grins once he’s standing in front of him. He’s in all black; black pants, black t-shirt, black windbreaker, and a black baseball cap, but he still looks adorable. His face is dusted in the same color as the crossbody bag he’s carrying: 

Pink.

Jimin knows it’s Noori’s when he spots the unicorns. Jungkook has told him she’s been obsessed with them lately.

“Hi,” Jimin smiles, and Jungkook can’t resist, he leaves a small kiss on his lips before calling on Noori.

“Say hi, baby.”

“Hi,” Noori looks up at Jimin with a pout, but she seems less upset than the last time they met. Seems like whatever talk she and Jungkook had worked.

“Hi, Noori,” Jimin smiles nervously and crouches on the ground so they can be at the same eye level. He clears his throat before reaching into his pocket and offering the gift he talked about with Jungkook before. “This is for you.”

“Oh!” Noori smiles brightly, her big eyes sparkling just like her father’s, and Jimin’s smile becomes genuine. “Thank you so much! I love it!” she grabs the plushie and hugs it to her chest, looking more comfortable now.

Jimin looks up at Jungkook, who’s already watching the scene with a fond look on his face. He nods and smiles at Jimin when he realizes he was waiting for his approval and so Jimin relaxes.

He was the one who asked Jungkook if he could give Noori a gift—a tip from the many parenting books he’s read—and then asked what Noori liked. Jungkook told Jimin Noori likes stuffed animals and so Jimin took the liberty to gift her a wolf plushie.

The wolf is black with amber eyes. 

“I’ll put it in the car, okay, honey? So it doesn’t get dirty,” Jungkook grabs the plush, and Noori nods before Jungkook walks away from them to store the plushie in the car.

Noori and Jimin look at each other nervously.

“So… Are you excited to play?” Jimin stands back to his feet and hopes his smile isn’t as awkward as he feels.

Noori nods. “Yes. I love the swings. I ride very fast.”

“How fast?”

“I’m the fastest!” Noori exclaims proudly, placing her tiny fists on her hips. She looks even more adorable; something Jimin didn’t think was possible when her bangs are messy due to the wind and she’s wearing the cutest red coat and yellow gloves.

“She is the fastest. Faster than a cheetah with wings,” Jungkook pops in with a grin on his face.

“I am!” Noori high-fives Jungkook when he kneels in front of her.

He places a red beanie over her head.

Jimin can’t believe she’s so adorable.

“Let’s go then!”

Jungkook hoists Noori up in one arm to cross the street and the girl is quick to hold onto her father’s neck. Then Jungkook looks at Jimin with an expectant gaze.

Jimin is confused until he looks down and sees Jungkook holding his hand out.

Jimin is going to cry.

He feels tears burning in his eyes, but he manages to keep them at bay when he holds Jungkook’s warm hand.

They cross the street like that, but Jungkook doesn’t stop holding his hand. He keeps their fingers interlaced until they arrive at the playground, but Jimin knows they still look like a family.

The thought doesn’t scare him at all.

“Stay here! You can play with me later!” Noori pouts and then runs into the playground, quick to find a group of kids to play with. She’s a social butterfly. 

“She gets embarrassed,” Jungkook explains. He’s watching the scene with a small smile on his face and his hands buried in his pockets. “But then she asks me to play with her anyway,” he snickers and then looks behind him to point at a bench. “Let’s sit?”

Jimin doesn’t say anything, he simply follows Jungkook and sits on the bench. They’re sitting so closely their thighs and shoulders are pressed together, but not even like that it’s enough. So Jungkook interlaces their fingers and turns to give Jimin a small smile.

“How was your morning?”

“It was okay,” Jimin whispers nervously. “How about yours?”

“It was fine. Noori and I made pancakes,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear. He’s looking at Jimin’s lips and now his hand is cupping his cheek, obviously eager to pull him closer.

And so is Jimin.

But they’re at a playground.

“I wanna kiss you so bad.”

Butterflies burst in Jimin’s stomach.

Jimin smiles and grabs Jungkook’s hand to move it off his face. “I know. Me too,” he whispers. “But are you gonna be able to stop?” he raises his eyebrow knowingly and Jungkook pouts. 

“You know I won’t.”

“Then wait,” Jimin kisses his cheek and turns his eyes to the playground again.

Jungkook sighs next to him and does the same. They watch Noori playing for a while, too entertained to need to talk until Jimin realizes Jungkook’s hands are shaking.

“You cold?” Jimin turns but stops himself before doing something stupid like blowing or rubbing Jungkook’s hands. Jimin is as cold as ice. He’ll probably make it worse.

He’s probably already making it worse.

“A little but… That’s not—” Jungkook clears his throat and looks at Jimin nervously. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Anything,” Jimin ignores his pitying thoughts to encourage Jungkook. He’s more important.

“You know Noori now,” Jungkook starts. “And we are official… You know that’s what I wanted, but… We haven’t talked about what you’re gonna do.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin frowns.

Jungkook raises his eyebrow. “You travel, remember?”

Jimin widens his eyes when he realizes. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Jungkook gulps nervously. “You don’t have to stay here because of me, you know? We can do long-distance… Or not—”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jimin’s words are as firm as his gaze. “I’ve spent my whole life traveling—I mean, the last few years,” he clears his throat. “Because I had no one to come home to. I was alone so I had no reason to stay anywhere… But now I do. And I want to be with you. And Noori. Okay?”

“Okay,” Jungkook smiles shyly, his face dusting in pink.

“Is that okay?” Jimin raises his eyebrow playfully.

“So okay I’m dying to kiss you right now.”

Jimin doesn’t have time to reject him, Jungkook steals a kiss as fast as light and then leans back on his seat with a satisfied smile on his face.

Jimin just blinks, feeling his lips tingling with the remnants of Jungkook’s kiss, but it still isn’t enough.

“Can you push me?” Noori is suddenly standing in front of them, doing her best to catch her breath. Her face is flushed bright red and there are leaves stuck in her messy hair.

“Sure, princess,” Jungkook laughs, taking the leaves out of her hair. “Can Jimin come?”

Jimin tenses when he hears his name, but still manages to force a small smile on his face. 

Noori stares at him for a while.

“Okay,” she whispers shyly and Jungkook grins at Jimin before he holds his daughter’s hand to walk to the swings.

Jimin follows them awkwardly and of course Jungkook notices. He just chuckles and focuses on helping his daughter to get on the swing.

“Push hard! I wanna fly please!” Noori shouts excitedly. She seems to forget about her shyness when it’s about games.

“Okay!” Jungkook laughs. “Let’s go!”

All the awkwardness vanishes from Jimin’s body the moment he notices how excited Jungkook is right now.

He can see his smile, he can hear his breathless giggles, he can smell his happiness.

And Noori is just as happy. Giggling as her dad pushes her higher and higher, her small hands holding onto the chains while the wind messes up her hair.

Jungkook gives Jimin a huge smile and Jimin only realizes he’s been smiling like an idiot when his cheeks start to hurt.

He’s happy. They’re all happy.

Jungkook stops Noori for a water break and even offers her some apple slices that he packed in the unicorn bag.

He’s the best dad ever.

“Princess,” Jungkook calls out once he’s done smoothing her hair out. “Would you like Jimin to push you too? It’s okay if you don’t want to, but he’s really strong.”

Noori hesitates, looking between her dad and Jimin for a while.

And Jimin is caught off guard, but he plays along immediately. He appreciates Jungkook’s help because it’s obvious he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“I’m the strongest. Strongest than your appa even,” Jimin smugly says, trying to hide how embarrassed he feels.

Noori scoffs. “No way! Appa is the strongest!”

“Wanna see?” Jimin flexes his bicep with a grin and Noori nods, trying to hide her smile and failing. “Hold on tight then!”

Jimin can feel Jungkook’s eyes on him as he pushes Noori, who’s giggling and screaming in happiness, but he doesn’t worry because he knows Jungkook is happy.

He glances at him just for one second and finds Jungkook watching the scene with a fond look on his face.

Things flow naturally from then.

The three of them switch to running around the park and then go back to the playground so Noori can play on the slides. They play until Noori and Jungkook are exhausted, gasping on the bench and drinking water. Jimin drinks some when offered and even pretends to catch his breath for a while.

“Are you hungry, sweets?” Jungkook asks Noori and she nods eagerly. “Well—”

“Ice cream!” Jimin is quick to yell. He’s been preparing this for hours. “Do you want ice cream, Noori?”

“Yes!” Noori claps happily, but Jungkook is laughing nervously from his seat. “I like strawberry ice cream!”

“Hm,” Jungkook clears his throat. “Isn’t it kinda cold for that? You will freeze.”

Right.

Ice cream.

Jimin feels so stupid.

“How about hot chocolate, hm?” Jungkook offers, giving Jimin an apologetic look. “Jimin hyung can get you ice cream when the temperature is warmer, hm?”

“But I’m not cold!” Noori pouts, crossing her arms.

Her trembling arms say otherwise.

“What about extra marshmallows?” Jungkook negotiates, wiggling his eyebrows to be even more dramatic.

“Okay!” 

It’s obvious Jungkook wants to talk to Jimin by the way he keeps sneaking glances at him, but there’s no time for that right now. They walk to the food stall and get hot chocolate and biscuits. Noori’s is filled with marshmallows just like Jungkook promised, but Jimin still makes sure to pay for everything. It makes him feel good even though his ice cream plan failed.

The sky is dark and the night is cold, so the three of them sit on a bench to have their drinks. Jimin only has a sip and decides to listen to Noori rambling about school instead. She talks and talks and Jimin loves to listen to her speak. She’s adorable.

But then it gets silent for a while.

Jimin turns and finds Noori asleep.

“What? How?” Jimin widens his eyes, surprised that she fell asleep so quickly.

Jungkook gives Jimin a triumphant smile. “I don’t let her have sweets at night because she gets hyper. But she played so much and then had the sugar… Talked a lot and, boom, she crashed. My plan worked.”

“That’s mean!” Jimin laughs, but he’s still staring at Jungkook like a lovesick fool. 

Which he is.

“It’s not!” Jungkook laughs. “Her bedtime is in one more hour anyway, but she already had dinner and when you mentioned ice cream I knew I had to get her something sweet to compensate. If not, she would’ve whined the rest of the night.”

“I’m sorry about the ice cream. I don’t know why I didn’t think about the weather, or—the sugar,” Jimin chuckles nervously, but Jungkook’s gentle eyes soothe him a little.

“Don’t apologize about that,” Jungkook’s voice is soft. He uses his free hand to cup Jimin’s cheek, his other arm busy holding a sleeping Noori to his body. “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. It wasn't my intention at all.”

“Don’t apologize about that,” Jimin repeats Jungkook’s words with a mocking grin and Jungkook’s face breaks out into a beautiful smile.

“Oh, he’s sassy.”

“Uh-huh,” Jimin smiles, but his eyes flutter closed when he feels Jungkook’s fingers trailing over to the back of his neck to play with his mullet. 

“I should probably leave.”

Jimin opens his eyes just in time to see Jungkook’s apologetic expression.

“I know,” Jimin looks down at Noori with a smile. He grabs Jungkook’s hand from his neck to kiss the inside of his palm. “I understand.”

The walk back to Jungkook’s car is quiet. 

Jimin waits outside as Jungkook straps Noori in the backseat.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” Jimin chuckles, letting Jungkook cage him against the car. He’ll never complain about that.

“I don’t wanna go,” Jungkook whispers, grabbing Jimin’s waist to pull him closer. Jimin easily loops his arms around his neck.

“But you gotta.”

“But I’ll miss you.”

“I miss you.”

Jimin can’t help it, he pulls Jungkook down to him and kisses him. A kiss long and deep and so passionate Jimin swears he feels his dead heart skip a beat.

The streets aren’t too busy, but Jimin still knows they shouldn’t do this here. And yet they don’t pull away.

Jungkook is grabbing his face now, his tongue tracing every inch of his mouth and his lips moving feverishly over his. Jimin can smell the arousal in his scent and he knows he isn’t any better. He can’t believe a kiss is making them this worked up, but it’s obvious they’re ready to take the next step of their relationship:

Sex.

Just the thought of it causes Jimin to moan in his mouth and Jungkook mirrors the sound immediately, like the sound of Jimin’s pleasure is turning him on just as much.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cuts himself off to breathe and then he’s kissing Jimin again, so desperately now Jimin is digging his fingers into his hips. “Hyung,” he whispers. His voice is so low and raspy Jimin shudders from head to toe.

“Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook groans and decides to lean their foreheads together instead. Jungkook is breathing heavily with his eyes closed, but Jimin is just watching him. Jungkook’s lips are swollen and his cheeks are flushed bright red. 

The arousal in his scent is driving Jimin insane.

“Can you come over?”

Jimin pulls away from Jungkook with a shocked expression. Because, yes, of course he wants to, but—

“I-I mean tomorrow!” Jungkook explains himself with a flustered expression. “Hm, Noori would be with us again so I understand if you’d rather wait. I don’t want to overwhelm you. But, hm, I’m just offering ‘cause—I’ll miss you. Like a lot,” he chuckles nervously. “But, uh—” 

“I’ll come,” Jimin is quick to reassure him. “I want to see you. Both of you.”

Jungkook’s smile is brighter than the full moon hanging in the dark sky. “Okay.”

“Goodnight, darling,” Jimin tiptoes to kiss Jungkook and leaves for his car after Jungkook whispers “drive safe, doll.”

When Jimin slides into his car, Jungkook is still outside. He doesn’t understand why until he sees him waving with a big smile and then pretending to throw him a kiss.

Jimin hopes Jungkook sees when he locks the kiss in his heart. 

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“Good afternoon,” Jungkook doesn’t wait for Jimin’s reply, he just closes the door of his house and then pins Jimin to the wall of the hallway.

Jungkook’s kiss is intense from the get-go. He doesn’t bother with pecks or shy lips, he just pries Jimin’s mouth open with his tongue and then kisses him so hungrily Jimin’s knees buckle.

He’s glad the wall is holding him up.

After Jimin gets over his shock, he’s quick to loop his arms around Jungkook’s neck and reciprocate his open-mouthed kisses. The kisses are hot and wet and Jungkook’s tongue feels like heaven in his mouth. 

Jimin never wants to pull away.

But he knows he should.

“We should stop,” Jimin pulls away, but Jungkook just trails his kisses down his throat instead. The feeling of Jungkook’s teeth and tongue over his sensitive skin pull a whimper out of his mouth immediately. “J-Jungkook—”

“I know, doll,” Jungkook whispers, but he grabs Jimin’s face and kisses him again. This time, the kiss isn’t as hungry or desperate, it’s slow. So sensual Jungkook has to pin his hips over Jimin’s so he doesn’t slide down the wall like a rag doll. “So sweet. I love kissing you.”

“You’re the worst,” Jimin groans and breaks the kiss like the responsible adult he is. Jungkook chuckles in his mouth and decides to leave pecks all over his face instead.

“Ew!”

Jungkook jumps away from Jimin the moment he hears Noori’s disgusted scream, but the little girl is already covering her eyes with a pout on her lips.

“Gross!” she shrieks, but Jungkook just looks amused. Jimin knows she only caught Jungkook kissing his cheeks but he still feels embarrassed and even a little bit scared. He doesn’t want Noori to hate him even more.

“Oh, c’mon, princess,” Jungkook laughs and crouches down to hold Noori in his arms. “Say hi to Jimin hyung.”

“Hi,” Noori pouts, looking away from Jimin to hide her face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck.

“Hello, Noori,” Jimin tries to sound enthusiastic as he walks closer to them. He hopes one day he stops feeling nervous around her.

Noori hums without looking back and Jungkook laughs before nodding at Jimin to follow them.

“Have you had breakfast?” Jungkook asks Jimin once they’re in the living room.

“Yes,” Jimin nods. He had blood before coming. Now he always has to drink before meeting Jungkook because the scent of his blood is driving him crazy. Jimin hates that Jungkook’s blood is so alluring to him.

“We can have pizza for lunch if you want,” Jungkook offers and Noori pulls away to give her dad an excited smile.

“Yes, please!”

“Okay,” Jungkook grins and kisses her cheek before setting her down on the floor. “Now, what do you wanna do, princess?”

Noori is still shy, but she mutters “hide and seek” under her breath and Jungkook looks at Jimin with an expectant gaze. Jimin nods even though he doesn’t remember playing it. He’s seen it in movies though.

The only problem is that they make Jimin the seeker.

Jimin will sniff them out in seconds.

So he’ll pretend.

Jimin turns around with a hand covering his eyes and starts counting obnoxiously loud. He hears Jungkook and Noori’s footsteps and giggles as they do their best to hide. If only they knew.

“Ready or not, here I come!”

Jimin walks slowly, doing his best to pretend he’s being sneaky, but he’s just buying time instead. He knows Noori and Jungkook aren’t in the living room though, so he just takes his time looking at the framed photos on the table. There are photos of Noori as a baby and then another one where she’s missing most of her teeth. 

Jimin walks to the dining room instead, but he knows they’re not there. He walks into the downstairs bathroom and then freezes when he hears Noori’s heartbeat.

She’s hiding somewhere nearby, so Jimin decides to look for Jungkook instead. He wants her to believe she won. It’s not their fault he’s a vampire.

So Jimin climbs upstairs without making any noise.

And then he hears Jungkook’s rapid heartbeat.

The excitement in his scent makes Jimin smile like a fool, but at least no one’s there to see.

He opens the door of Noori’s bedroom to pretend he’s searching, but he regrets it when Dog hisses at him and Jimin is so surprised he hits his head against the wall with a loud thump.

So much for being sneaky.

Jimin closes the door to avoid being scratched by the overprotective cat and then walks to Jungkook’s bedroom. The throbbing in his head fades the closer he gets to Jungkook.

And he knows Jungkook is waiting for him.

But when he walks into Jungkook’s bedroom, he doesn’t expect Jungkook to cover his mouth and trap him against the closed door.

Jimin widens his eyes, totally caught off guard by Jungkook’s actions, but Jungkook is just grinning and holding his finger over his lips.

“What is it?” Jimin whispers when Jungkook pulls his hand away.

“I’ll help you seek Noori. Don’t make any noise so she doesn’t know it’s both of us,” he whispers with a small smile.

Jimin narrows his eyes and slaps Jungkook’s shoulder. “That was so unnecessary!”

“No, it wasn’t,” Jungkook giggles. “Your face was hilarious.”

“Dickhead.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrow and grabs Jimin’s waist to press him against the wall. “Wow, what a dirty mouth. You’re already showing your true colors, huh?”

“So what?” Jimin shrugs with an innocent smile. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Jungkook hums and runs his hand through Jimin’s hair, Jimin’s eyes falling closed at the gentle touch. When he opens them again, he finds Jungkook checking him out shamelessly. Jimin’s mouth feels dry.

Jungkook is caressing his cheek with his thumb now, so Jimin sticks his tongue out to flick Jungkook’s thumb, wanting to fluster him too.

But Jungkook just grins and sucks the thumb into his mouth. 

Jimin gulps.

“I’ll show you later,” Jungkook promises.

And then he pulls back.

“You can’t do that!” Jimin groans, covering his face with his hands, but Jungkook just laughs and kisses the crown of his head.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.”

Jimin pouts the whole way down while Jungkook just tries to cover his giggles with his hand. Jimin tells Jungkook where Noori is hiding and they sneakily walk until they find her with her back to them.

“Boo!” Jungkook yells and Noori releases a surprised scream.

Jungkook throws her over his shoulder as Noori giggles and punches his back. Jimin just watches the scene with an endeared smile.

“Jimin hyung found you,” Jungkook tells her, and Jimin is surprised when Noori sticks her tongue out playfully at him.

“Still! You took too long!”

“Ah, you’re right!” Jimin gasps dramatically. “I think that means you won!”

“Of course I won,” Noori smirks when Jungkook puts her back on the floor. “I’m the best!”

They spend the next few hours playing games that Jimin didn’t even know existed. Jimin never thought he’d find this fun, not when he’s almost three centuries old, but he realizes he wouldn’t mind doing this more often. Seeing Jungkook and Noori happy makes his dead heart swell five more sizes. There’s also the fact that Noori looks so relaxed and comfortable with him through all of it; teasing and joking around like they’ve known each other their whole lives.

Now, they’re having a tea party with Noori’s plushies and Jimin feels proud to see the wolf he gifted her.

“I’m hungry, appa.”

“I’ll go and order the pizza then,” Jungkook kisses Noori’s cheek and nods at Jimin so he can follow him.

“What do you like? Pepperoni, chicken, vegetables…?” Jungkook asks Jimin once they’re in the kitchen. Noori stayed in the living room but she seems to be having fun by herself. Jimin can hear her speaking from here.

“Hm, whatever you like,” Jimin offers, and Jungkook sighs before wrapping his arms around him.

Jimin is quick to melt into his arms, closing his eyes as Jungkook sways him and leaves kisses over his hair. Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s biceps, pleased to have him so close. Jimin got here around noon and it’s already four in the evening. He doesn’t want to leave.

“You can tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Jungkook mumbles over his hair.

“I’m just really indecisive,” Jimin is quick to excuse himself. “It’s a Libra thing.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jungkook pulls away to look down at Jimin with a sweet smile.

“Uh-huh,” Jimin nods and Jungkook kisses his nose.

Jimin is in heaven right now.

“That’s fine. But if you don’t like something, you’d tell me, right?”

“Of course,” Jimin is quick to agree.

“Okay,” Jungkook leaves a sweet kiss on his lips and turns to grab the telephone.

So Jimin hugs him from behind, happy to be wrapped around his scent, and Jungkook plays with his fingers as he orders their food.

After Jungkook is done, they don’t go to the living room right away. They can still hear a very entertained Noori, so they stay wrapped around each other a little longer.

“You okay?” Jungkook whispers, caressing Jimin’s face with gentle fingers.

“More than okay,” Jimin smiles softly and tiptoes to leave a peck on Jungkook’s lips.

“Are you sure? I know I ask you that a lot, but I just want you to know it’s okay if you ever feel overwhelmed. I used to feel that way too,” Jungkook explains, now running his hands through Jimin’s hair.

“I’m perfect right now, but I promise I’ll tell you if I ever feel like that,” Jimin promises, squeezing Jungkook’s waist. 

Jungkook releases a pleased hum. “When I go to pick up the pizza… Do you mind staying with Noori?”

Jimin blinks. “Hm, would she be comfortable with that?”

“Probably. This morning I asked her if she had fun last night and she said you were fun. She also said she wanted to tell you something but she wouldn’t tell me what. That’s why I want to give you guys a moment to talk.”

“Oh, wow,” Jimin is already nervous. “Hm, that’s fine. But… What if I mess up? What if she gets hurt—?”

“I’ll only be gone for twenty minutes, hyung,” Jungkook laughs. “But if you don’t feel ready, we can all go together.”

“No,” Jimin shakes his head. “I want her to talk to me,” he admits. “I’m nervous, but I want her to like me.”

“She does,” Jungkook reassures him. “You’ll do great, okay? I trust you.”

“Okay.”

When Jungkook tells Noori she’s staying with Jimin, she just nods and tells her dad to hurry because she’s hungry.

And so now Jimin and Noori are alone.

Well, and Dog. The cat is in the living room now, staring at Jimin from faraway like he’s ready to claw his eyes out if he moves too much.

“Hm. This tea is amazing,” Jimin pretends to sip the empty cup, but his hand is trembling.

“Thank you,” Noori hums, but she’s looking down at her plushies.

“How do you like school so far?” Jimin tries to make conversation.

“Hm, I didn’t like it at first. I was nervous and I missed Appa,” Noori pouts, and then her expression lights up. “But I love it now! I made four friends and we like to draw and play with cars. We also play hide and seek a lot! That’s why I’m so good!”

“You are,” Jimin smiles fondly. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah,” Noori smiles shyly. “Hm, I wanted to ask you something.”

This is it.

Jimin sits up straight to try to feel more confident and then gives Noori a “relaxed” smile. “Yes?”

“Can I call you Mimi?” 

Jimin blinks. “Huh?”

“I have nicknames for everyone. My new friends already have them, so I wanted to give you one.”

“Oh,” Jimin smiles so brightly his cheeks hurt. “Thank you. I love that nickname.”

“You’re welcome, Mimi.”

Noori is too cute.

“Hey, Mimi.”

“Yes?”

“Hm, I wanted to talk to you about something else…” she trails off nervously, still playing with the plushies instead of looking at Jimin.

“Anything,” Jimin makes his voice as reassuring as possible.

“I was mean to you,” Noori looks up with flushed cheeks. “Because I was jealous. But Appa talked to me and… He said I’m his princess and that he loves me more than anything in the world. Even more than chocolate. Appa loves chocolate,” Noori explains seriously when she sees Jimin’s amused expression. “He said he cares about you a lot and that you’re special to him, so he wants us to be friends. And then I talked about it with Aunt Khadija and she said I should be nice. You make my Appa happy and you’re nice to me… So I want us to be friends.”

“I’d love to be your friend, Noori,” Jimin whispers, doing his best to hold his tears back. He can’t believe this is making him so happy.

“You forgive me?” Noori mutters shyly.

“Of course. You’re fun and good at everything. You’re gonna be the coolest friend ever.”

“Yes, I will,” Noori sasses and does a hair flip.

Jimin can’t help it, he bursts out laughing and Noori joins him with blushing cheeks.

“Now… Since we’re friends, you gotta let me do your makeup.”

When Jungkook arrives back home, Jimin’s face is a mess.

He raises his eyebrow at Jungkook, who’s fighting to contain his laughter as he places the pizza boxes on the table.

“Oh, wow! You’ve outdone yourself this time, Noori,” Jungkook’s gone red on the face trying to hold back his laughter, but Jimin just crosses his arms and cocks his hip.

Jimin has three messy ponytails and his face is a mixture of pastel colors. There’s lipgloss on one eyelid and eyeshadow and blush over his mouth and chin. Noori also did her best to draw hearts over Jimin’s cheeks. 

It’s safe to say she failed.

“Doesn’t Mimi look pretty, Appa?! I’m so good!”

Jungkook freezes when he hears the nickname, but then he recovers with a soft smile. He looks at Jimin when he speaks up. “Yes, Mimi looks very pretty.”

Jimin knows he would’ve looked like a tomato if he wasn’t physically incapable of blushing. Because Jungkook is looking at him with so much adoration in his eyes the butterflies in his stomach are going haywire.

“Okay, let’s eat!”

They sit at the table to eat, but it’s Noori who serves Jimin his pizza slices while Jungkook watches with an eyebrow raised. Jimin knows Jungkook wants to ask what they talked about, but they wait. They simply eat as Noori makes exaggerated stories and Jimin and Jungkook listen with amused smiles.

Jimin has never felt part of a family until now.

After they’re done eating, Noori complains about being tired, so Jungkook excuses himself to take Noori to her room so she can nap.

Jimin busies himself with cleaning the kitchen until Jungkook is back.

“Hey,” Jungkook hugs Jimin from behind and blows over his ear. “Noori is napping.”

“Hm,” Jimin closes his eyes when Jungkook starts leaving small kisses all over his neck.

“You didn’t have to clean up, you know?” 

“Hm.”

Jungkook laughs and turns Jimin around. “Don’t tell me you will fall asleep on me, too, hm?”

“I won’t,” Jimin opens his eyes with a small smile.

“Let’s clean you up then.”

Jungkook holds Jimin’s hand as they walk upstairs. He only lets go of his hand once they’re in his bedroom and then Jimin feels even more awake than usual.

Jungkook’s scent is overwhelming.

“C’mon,” Jungkook nods at the bathroom, and Jimin follows him without a word. “Sit.” 

Jimin obeys and sits on the counter, even resting his back against the mirror to feel more comfortable. Jungkook grabs wet wipes and then settles between Jimin’s spread thighs like he belongs there.

He does.

Jungkook uses the wet wipes to clean the makeup off Jimin’s face, but he’s so gentle and focused Jimin can’t stop staring at him. The bathroom lights make Jungkook’s brown eyes look like melted gold.

“Done,” Jungkook whispers and throws the wet wipe away without moving from his place in Jimin’s legs.

“You have stubble. I hadn’t noticed,” Jimin chuckles, running his fingers over the little stubble on Jungkook’s chin and above his lip. “Can I shave it for you?”

Jungkook chuckles. “You wanna shave three hairs off me?”

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook pecks Jimin’s lips before he leans down to grab the shaving cream and the razor blade. He places the items next to Jimin with an expectant gaze, so Jimin is quick to spray way too much shaving cream on his face.

“You look like Santa Claus,” Jimin chuckles, proud of the white beard he sprayed over Jungkook’s face.

“Christmas is coming—ugh,” Jungkook groans when the shaving cream gets on his mouth, so Jimin is quick to work.

The straight blade freaks Jimin out just because he’s afraid of hurting Jungkook and losing control over his blood. So Jimin gulps and drags the blade over Jungkook’s skin as gently as he can.

Jungkook closes his eyes and rests his hands over his thighs as Jimin works. It’s so peaceful Jimin is sure Jungkook is falling asleep, so he speaks up when he’s done.

“I’m done,” Jimin announces. He’s so glad he didn’t cut Jungkook.

“Thank you,” Jungkook opens his eyes with a tired smile.

“You’re welcome, pup,” Jimin smiles and reaches for the wipes. He cleans Jungkook’s face thoroughly so he doesn’t taste like shaving cream when he kisses him.

“What did you and Noori talk about?” Jungkook wonders, running his hands over Jimin’s thighs.

If Jungkook only knew how sensitive his thighs are.

He will probably find out soon.

Jimin does his best to focus. “She said she was mean to me so she apologized. Then she asked me to be her friend ‘cause I’m cool,” he smiles proudly and Jungkook smiles even wider.

“Oh, so I heard. Mimi, huh?” he grins and Jimin nods happily.

“Yup. No Jimin anymore,” Jimin chuckles, but Jungkook is not laughing. He’s staring at him with a fond expression, his sparkly eyes flickering all over his face. It flusters him. “What?”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, he simply surges forward and catches Jimin’s lips in his. Jimin sighs in his mouth and holds his face to kiss him even deeper.

Because he doesn’t want to stop.

Jungkook groans when Jimin licks into his mouth, so Jimin uses it as a chance to nip at his tongue. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to swipe their tongues together and it’s so hot Jimin moans in his mouth, thighs trapping Jungkook so he doesn’t leave.

But Jungkook pulls his face away.

“No,” Jimin whines, trying to kiss him again, but Jungkook just chuckles and brushes their noses together.

“Do you want to go to bed?” he whispers, brushing Jimin’s long hair off his face to get a better look at his expression.

Jimin blinks. “Like… You wanna nap?”

“No, I wanna do something else.”

“Do what?” Jimin gulps, trying his best not to pounce on Jungkook.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs. “Guess.”

Jimin doesn’t try anymore, he pounces and Jungkook doesn’t waste any time, he grabs Jimin’s thighs and carries him to the bed, where he drops him just to lay over his body and cage him with his arms.

Jungkook is looking at him like he wants to eat him.

Jimin gulps dryly, fingers grabbing at the bed sheets to try to ground himself, but it’s hard when he can smell Jungkook’s arousal.

He can’t wait.

“C’mere,” Jimin whines, grabbing the back of Jungkook’s neck, and smashes their lips together again.

Jungkook gasps in surprise and Jimin takes it as a chance to slip his tongue inside. He’s too aroused to wait.

So is Jungkook.

He’s mapping Jimin’s body with his hands, squeezing and scratching at his skin with his fingernails like he’s desperate to feel him inside. Jimin gasps when Jungkook’s mouth trails down his neck, where he starts licking and sucking hungrily. Jimin loves it.

And then Jungkook gives the first grind of his hips.

“Just like that,” Jimin moans, grabbing Jungkook’s jaw to kiss him again.

It’s still not enough to muffle the moan that leaves his mouth when he grinds back.

“You’re so beautiful, doll,” Jungkook whispers, pulling away to look at Jimin with blown-out eyes.

But he hasn’t stopped.

He’s still dragging his cock against Jimin’s, moving his hips fluidly and just with the right amount of pressure, driving Jimin crazy with obvious intent.

“Your eyes,” Jungkook gasps out, making eye contact with Jimin. “Your lips. You drive me crazy,” he leans down to bite Jimin’s bottom lip and then lets it bounce back, red from his teeth and wet with his spit. “Perfect.”

The praise sets Jimin off.

“Take it off,” Jimin begs, hands greedily pulling at the hem of Jungkook’s sweater because he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s desperate. He needs more. “Please, please—”

Jungkook leaves a small kiss on his lips and pulls away to straddle Jimin’s hips. Jimin’s hips buck up when he feels Jungkook’s clothed cock right where he needs it, so he doesn’t stop grinding even when Jungkook is doing his best to focus. He even starts rubbing at Jungkook’s thighs to keep him close.

Jungkook still manages to pull his sweater off with trembling hands, and the moment Jimin sees his bare skin, Jimin’s cock twitches in his pants. And Jungkook feels it.

“Fuck,” Jungkook whines, now grinding with vigor, but Jimin can’t focus on that.

Jungkook is a mess on top of him. His short hair is sticking out everywhere and he can’t seem to close his mouth. His flushed chest is falling and rising rapidly and his abs clench with every grind of his hips.

Jimin is enamored.

He takes advantage of his vampire strength and flips Jungkook over without giving him a chance to blink. Jungkook looks at Jimin with widened eyes now that they’ve switched positions. Jimin is on top now, holding onto Jungkook’s waist as he grinds his hips desperately.

Jungkook feels so hot and hard.

Jimin traces the lines of Jungkook’s abs with his fingers, even dipping a finger into his belly button to feel him shudder. And then he greedily grabs two handfuls of his big pecs, squeezing and flicking at the perked nipples. Jungkook’s reaction is immediate: his eyes roll to the back of his head and he throws his head back, hands holding onto Jimin’s hips in a bruising grip.

It makes Jimin feel warm.

Every inch of his skin feels like it’s on fire even though he knows it’s probably cool to the touch. But this is what Jungkook does to him. The pressure in his belly becoming tighter the harder he grinds, feeling like he'll explode.

At this point, Jimin is leaking and throbbing in his underwear, desperate for release, but he knows Jungkook is too. He can smell Jungkook’s desire and hear his heart beating way too fast.

And then he sees the birthmark under Jungkook’s left pec.

It’s the place where Mother stabbed him hundreds of years ago.

He always has it.

Jimin leans down to kiss it, too overwhelmed by his feelings to make eye contact, but Jungkook just holds him closer to his body.

It’s like he knows.

But Jimin knows he doesn’t.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Jimin whispers, now kissing all over Jungkook’s chest. Over his heart. “So perfect for me.”

Jimin loves Jungkook so much.

“Hyung, shit,” Jungkook shudders when Jimin takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking unashamedly. Because he wants to make Jungkook feel good. 

That’s all he’s ever wanted. 

“Jungkook, I lo—”

“Appa!”

Jimin is off Jungkook in seconds.

Jimin is lying next to Jungkook now, who’s staring at him with widened eyes and a gaping mouth. But then he looks away and jumps off the bed.

“Yes, Noori?!” Jungkook yells as he pulls the sweater over his head. He’s breathing heavily and his skin is flushed an angry shade of pink. Meanwhile, Jimin is still lying in the bed, now covering himself with blankets like they’re a shield.

“I had the nightmare!” Noori sobs, knocking on the locked door.

Jungkook widens his eyes and glances at Jimin before he runs to the door. 

Jimin only has time to sit up on the bed before Jungkook opens the door and crouches down on the floor. Jungkook holds her hands to try to comfort her, but she’s still crying. 

Really hard.

So hard she hasn’t even noticed Jimin.

“I’ll be right back,” Jungkook mouths at Jimin.

And then they leave.

“What the fuck?” Jimin whispers, running his hands through his messy hair.

He can’t believe that just happened.

He almost told Jungkook he loved him… In the middle of dry humping.

Jimin groans and rises from the bed to walk to the bathroom. The water he splashes on his face doesn’t help the whiplash, but he needs it. He needs to clear his head.

And yet he can’t.

The events of the last five minutes have been eventful, to say the least.

He throws himself on Jungkook’s bed with his eyes closed to try to relax, but his muscles still feel stiff as bricks. He still tries though. He keeps his eyes closed and counts. He’s up to 638 when he hears Jungkook walking back into the room.

“I managed to calm her down a little,” Jungkook announces and Jimin sits up on the bed to look at him. “But I doubt she’ll go back to sleep right now. She never does after she has the nightmare,” he explains, sitting next to Jimin.

Jimin nods and holds Jungkook’s hand over the bed. “What nightmare?”

“She has these dreams… Where I die,” Jungkook gulps and Jimin feels his blood running even colder than usual. Maybe he’ll turn into ice. “She’s been having them since she was four. Her therapist says it’s probably because she was introduced to death from a young age. I never lied to her about her mother, you know? And now she’s paranoid about me leaving her too.”

Jimin feels sick.

“I always try to reassure her I’m never going to leave her and that she’ll never be alone, but it’s hard. I can’t imagine how horrible it must be for her. Having those nightmares so young,” Jungkook sighs, looking down at their joined hands. He squeezes.

“You’re doing your best,” Jimin reassures Jungkook, trying to hide how awful he feels right now, but of course Jungkook notices the tremble in his voice.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook instantly worries and scoots closer to hold his cheek.

Jimin chuckles sadly. He can’t believe Jungkook is trying to comfort him right now.

Even though he probably does need it.

“I’m okay. I just—hm, I feel like I’m intruding and—Noori needs you right now. I should go,” Jimin gives him a fake smile and stands from the bed with shaky legs.

“You aren’t intruding. You know that,” Jungkook frowns, standing next to Jimin to hold his hand.

Jimin feels his eyes watering.

“I feel overwhelmed,” he uses Jungkook’s earlier conversation against him. 

The worst part is that he isn’t even lying. He is overwhelmed. He wants to be alone so he can cry. He wants to be alone because he deserves it.

All of this is his fault.

“Oh,” Jungkook blinks, but Jimin can’t read his face. His scent is giving nothing away either. “Okay. I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Okay.”

Jimin and Jungkook only speak once they are outside.

“Are you upset?” Jimin gulps. It’s freezing outside and they aren’t wearing winter clothes, but Jimin doesn’t feel it. He’s still hugging himself though.

“I’m not upset,” Jungkook opens his arms and Jimin is quick to fall into them. He hangs onto Jungkook for dear life, fingers gripping his sweater way too tight, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind, he just kisses his hair and hugs him tighter. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. It’s okay if you need space. I told you.”

“I don’t need space,” Jimin pulls his face away from Jungkook’s chest to make eye contact. “This is not me running away, Jungkook. I’m in too deep now,” he chuckles and Jungkook gives him a small smile. “I just…” he trails off, not knowing how to excuse his actions.

“It’s okay, darling,” Jungkook smiles and leans down to leave a kiss on his cheek. “I promise.”

“Okay,” Jimin tiptoes to leave a peck on Jungkook’s lips. 

“Can I call you tonight?”

Jimin hates that Jungkook felt like he had to ask when it’s something they do every night.

“I’ll break up with you if you don’t,” Jimin jokingly threatens and a huge smile breaks out on Jungkook’s face.

“Please don’t. I don’t think I can live without you anymore,” Jungkook widens his eyes when the last words leave his mouth, but Jimin is quick to reply.

“I don’t think I can live without you either,” Jimin whispers, both happy and sad about Jungkook’s words.

Because Jungkook literally can’t live without him.

He also can’t live because of him.

Now Jimin is sad again, but he’ll pretend.

“And don’t say it’s too soon or I’ll break up with you for real,” Jimin jokes and Jungkook smiles weakly.

“But… Are you just saying that?” Jungkook whispers, chewing on his lip nervously, but at least he hasn’t stopped holding Jimin.

“No, I’m not,” Jimin frowns. “You have no idea how important you are to me. How happy you’ve made me. You and Noori have changed my life.”

Jungkook’s eyes water, but Jimin can recognize the beginning of a mischievous grin forming on his lips. “Are you sure about that? Or are you just really into dads?”

Jimin snorts and he knows it must sound awful, but Jungkook just grins wider.

“Oh, no, how did you find out I’m a D.I.L.F. hunter?”

“D.I.L.F.?” 

“Dad I’d Like to Fuck,” Jimin explains in English and smirks at a flustered Jungkook.

“That’s—I,” he stumbles over his words, face as red as a tomato. “I-I’ve never heard that before.”

Of course he hasn’t. He hasn’t because the acronym hasn’t been invented yet. Jimin only knows about it because Taehyung’s brother has useless visions sometimes. 

Like the impact of the American Pie movies.

“Well, now you have.”

“Well,” Jungkook clears his throat. “You haven’t accomplished it yet.”

“Accomplished what?” Jimin frowns.

“We haven’t fucked.”

Jimin is the one who gets extremely flustered this time. He blinks and opens his mouth to try to say anything, but nothing comes out.

So he just groans and buries his face in Jungkook’s shaking chest instead.

Shaking because Jungkook is laughing.

Hard.

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook cackles, hugging Jimin tighter.

“It’s not because I don’t want to,” Jimin’s voice is muffled against Jungkook’s chest, but he doesn’t want to move. Jungkook’s scent is intoxicating.

“What?”

Jimin selfishly breathes in Jungkook’s scent before he pulls his face away from his chest. He raises his eyebrow when he makes eye contact with Jungkook. 

“You know what.”

“Oh,” Jungkook gulps, his hold around Jimin tightening even more. Jimin loves it. “Well, I’m sure you already know my intentions.”

“Don’t tease me when I gotta leave,” Jimin whines, and Jungkook just smiles and pecks his mouth.

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically and releases Jimin. “Leave before I chain you up.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Jimin flirts and slides into his car. He rolls the window down so he can wink at Jungkook properly.

“You’re a kinky little shit, aren’t you?” 

Jimin gulps and looks away, but his mouth still feels dry. Way too dry.

Jungkook has never talked to him like that… And he finds it very hot.

“I guess I am,” Jimin whispers, fingers grasping the steering wheel way too tight, eyes focused on it to avoid looking at Jungkook.

“You should show me then.”

Jimin’s head whips around when he hears Jungkook’s words.

Jungkook is looking at Jimin with his lip trapped under his teeth and… Jimin is done.

“I’ll see you, bye.”

Jimin swears he can hear Jungkook’s laughter the whole drive.

But not even like that the fire under his skin is put out.

He decides to take a shower when he arrives at his apartment, but it doesn’t make things any better. He closes his eyes and is immediately taken back by the memory of Jungkook’s skin under his tongue.

He wants Jungkook so badly.

But Jungkook is not here.

Jimin leaves the shower feeling very unsatisfied and decides to read a book until Jungkook calls.

His life consists of waiting for Jungkook.

So of course he squeals happily when he hears the phone ring. He picks it up and lays on his bed to be comfortable.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” Jimin grins. “Did you put Noori to bed?”

“Yup. We watched movies and then had dinner and she was out like a light. She sleeps a lot.”

Jimin wishes he could’ve said goodbye to Noori, but things happened so fast they barely had any time to think. 

“So she’s feeling better?”

“Yup.”

“What did you eat?”

“The leftovers from earlier. We were still craving pizza,” he chuckles. “Did you have dinner?”

“I’m not hungry,” Jimin smirks to himself when he thinks about his next few words. “Not for food at least.”

It takes a few seconds for Jungkook to get it.

“Oh,” Jungkook’s gulp is very audible. “Hm… What do you want then?”

“You,” Jimin confesses. He’s feeling very bold and he’ll take advantage of it. 

“I want you too,” Jungkook whispers, voice so raspy Jimin shudders from head to toe. Jimin wishes he could smell the arousal in his scent. “I can’t stop thinking about earlier.”

“Yeah?” 

“Hm.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it either,” Jimin confesses, fingers tapping his belly nervously. “I wanted to kiss you everywhere…”

Jimin hears Jungkook licking his lips. “Where?”

“Your lips, your neck, your abs… Your nipples,” Jimin gulps nervously and hears Jungkook sucking in a breath. “Your thighs and…”

“And?”

“I think you know,” Jimin whispers, trying to ignore how aroused he is. 

“No, I don’t,” Jungkook taunts him.

“I can show you,” Jimin fires back easily and hears Jungkook chuckling.

“I’ll take your word for it then.”

Jimin gets an idea then.

“So, the meeting tomorrow… You ready?” Jimin changes the topic, effectively distracting Jungkook, and they bid goodbyes ten minutes later.

Jimin hangs up with a smirk on his face.

🧸

Jimin’s ideas aren’t always good.

This one probably isn’t, but he’s already here. 

He can’t go back down now. Not when Emily is waving at him excitedly.

“Hey, Jimin! Here to see your boyfriend?” Emily wiggles her eyebrows and Jimin tenses immediately. She can’t know what he came here to do, right?

“Hi. Uh… Yes. I know he had a meeting today so,” Jimin answers in English and raises the paper bag in his hand. Since it’s lunchtime, he got Jungkook Chinese food. He hopes he hasn’t eaten yet.

“Ah, you’re so sweet!” Emily grins. “He’s in his office! His lunch break started like two minutes ago, but try to convince him to go home, hm? The meeting must have been hard and I’ve told him he doesn’t need to be here every day, but—”

“He’s stubborn,” Jimin finishes for her and Emily grins.

“Exactly. Well, see you, Jimin! Take care!”

“You too!” Jimin waves at Emily as she walks away.

Jimin takes a deep breath he doesn’t need and then walks to Jungkook’s office. He knocks two times before Jungkook yells “come in!”.

Jimin walks in and sneakily locks the door behind him before looking at Jungkook.

To say he looks good it’s an understatement.

His black hair is gelled back and the long-sleeved white shirt he’s wearing strains against the muscles of his biceps, the blazer long forgotten over the back of his chair. The gray dress pants hold the same struggle as his shirt with his thick thighs and it’s taking every bit of Jimin’s willpower not to jump him.

But Jungkook notices him before he can do that.

His face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh, it’s you!” he runs to Jimin and carries him easily, spinning him around as giggles slip past their mouths. “I’m so happy to see you, darling,” he finally puts Jimin down, but he doesn’t stop holding him, he just pulls him closer to leave a long kiss on his lips. “Seriously, I’m so happy,” he whispers, now leaving pecks all over Jimin’s face.

“I’m happy too,” Jimin grins, elated by Jungkook’s reaction. “I got you lunch… I don’t know if you’ve had some yet?”

Jungkook kisses him again, but Jimin can feel the raw emotion behind it this time.

“What is it?” Jimin whispers when Jungkook leans their foreheads together. Jungkook’s eyes are firmly shut.

“I—” Jungkook opens his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I forgot to pack my lunch today. I was so worried about the meeting and… Before you came, I was thinking of getting something quick but I didn’t wanna go out so… Thank you,” he pulls away with a tender smile. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Oh, Jimin will take care of him alright.

“Of course, puppy,” Jimin kisses his nose.

Jungkook grins and offers him a seat, but Jimin shakes his head no and places the bag on the table. Jungkook only realizes why when he sits back in the rolling chair and Jimin makes himself comfortable on his lap.

“Oh?” Jungkook raises his eyebrow, hands immediately going to Jimin’s back so the desk doesn’t hurt his spine.

“You look really good,” Jimin compliments him, hands massaging his shoulders. He wants to run his hands through his hair but he doesn’t want to ruin Jungkook’s work.

“Really?” he smiles sheepishly. “Wasn’t it too much? It’s my first time meeting with investors since I’ve taken over the shop and I just hope I didn’t mess up.  They’re old investors but they wanted to meet me officially and—my parents worked so hard for this and—”

“I’m sure you did a great job,” Jimin interrupts him with a warm smile. He doesn’t want Jungkook to get stressed again. “You always do. You put your heart into everything.”

“Thank you, darling,” Jungkook smiles tiredly and kisses his cheek. “You have no idea how happy your presence has made me.”

“I could make it better,” Jimin whispers without meeting Jungkook’s eyes. He’s busy staring at his chest. The buttons are holding on for dear life and Jimin wants nothing more than to squeeze Jungkook’s muscled pecs.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I could make you relax,” Jimin looks up with a sultry look in his eyes. He knows Jungkook realizes what he means when the grip around his back tightens.

“How?”

“I said I wanted to kiss you everywhere, remember?” Jimin smirks, unbuttoning the first button of Jungkook’s shirt. He keeps eye contact as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt, but Jungkook isn’t complaining. He’s staring at him with dark eyes and a slightly opened mouth. Jimin can also feel his rapid breathing and hear the fast pace of his heart. “And…” Jimin breaks eye contact to look down at Jungkook’s bare abdomen. The sight of the shirt opened by his sides turns Jimin on way too much. “I said I could show you,” he looks back up. “If you want me to.”

Jungkook licks his lips nervously. “Here?”

“I locked the door,” Jimin reassures him. “You accused me of being kinky. I must live up to my name,” he jokes to relax Jungkook. And it works, because Jungkook smiles and then holds his face with a tender hand.

“Okay,” he smiles, leaving a small kiss on Jimin’s lips. “I’m all yours.”

Jimin never knew three words could have the power to turn him on so much.

Now he knows.

He kisses Jungkook hungrily, the latter responding to the kiss even though his surprise is obvious, and then they let go. 

Jimin moans in his mouth when Jungkook grabs two handfuls of his ass, his hips grinding down over Jungkook’s unconsciously. But Jungkook obviously doesn’t have a problem with that, he’s quick to follow Jimin’s rhythm, grinding their groins together as they kiss messily, saliva spilling out of their mouths and greedy hands pulling at their clothes. Jimin shamelessly squeezes Jungkook’s pecs and flicks his nipples, loving Jungkook’s whimpers.

But Jimin has had enough of dry humping.

“Want you in my mouth,” Jimin breaks the kiss to make eye contact.

All Jungkook can manage to do is nod. 

He rises from Jungkook’s lap to drop down to his knees, but Jungkook stops him with a hand on his arm.

“Wait,” Jungkook reaches back and then throws his blazer over the carpeted floor between his legs. “So you don't bruise your knees.”

Jimin’s heart will burst.

He feels like bursting into tears, too, but now is not the time.

So he just smiles at Jungkook and drops down to his knees, the blazer helping to cushion his knees and making the position more comfortable. He wouldn’t mind if it was uncomfortable though. The sight of Jungkook looking down on him is worth it.

He starts by running his hands over Jungkook’s legs, then his inner thighs, feeling the muscles twitching and hearing Jungkook’s breathing quickening. He can see it too; the rise and fall of his toned abdomen with every breath.

Jungkook gasps when Jimin squeezes his cock through his pants, and even then, they don’t break eye contact. Jungkook’s cock feels warm and big in his hands, but Jimin will get him wet soon.

Jimin knows he shouldn’t take his time, but he still leaves a small kiss over Jungkook’s abs, all without breaking eye contact. The smell of Jungkook’s blood is driving him crazy, so he does the next best thing and drags his tongue over the ridges of his abs, eager to keep the taste of Jungkook in his mouth.

Jungkook is breathing heavily, face and chest flushed as he grinds his hips against Jimin’s hand. And Jimin lets him, licking and sucking over Jungkook’s warm skin, wanting to mark him with bruises and drench him in his scent. Jimin can’t help the possessiveness he feels over him. Because Jungkook is his. Only his.

Forever.

“Doll,” Jungkook rasps out. “If you don't hurry we’ll get caught. My break—”

“You’re the boss,” Jimin whispers. “You can take all the breaks you want.”

And yet Jimin unbuckles Jungkook’s belt, the clank of the metal causing him to squeeze his thighs together to get some relief, and then he pulls the zipper down.

Jungkook doesn’t reply, he just helps Jimin slide his boxers and pants down until they’re hunched over his ankles.

Jimin’s mouth waters the moment he sees Jungkook’s red cock slapping over his stomach. He doesn’t waste any time and wraps his hands around it, giving it a light squeeze that makes Jungkook hiss, but Jimin doesn’t stop. Jungkook’s cock is already wet and hard, throbbing, and it causes Jimin’s hardening cock to twitch in his pants.

“I love it,” Jimin whispers, now jerking Jungkook off with experimental movements. “Want it in my mouth now.”

“Then take it.”

Jimin looks up when he hears his voice, and, fuck, Jungkook looks wrecked and Jimin hasn’t even started.

“Take it,” Jungkook repeats, firmer this time. “It’s yours.”

Jimin obeys.

With a firm grip around the base of Jungkook’s cock, he leans down and sucks the head into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Jungkook cries way too loudly, but Jimin just sucks harder. “Shit, shit,” he curses, hands gripping the armrests to try to control himself, but it’s obvious Jimin’s direct eye contact isn’t helping.

The taste of Jungkook’s cock is so familiar Jimin’s mouth waters even more, but that’s a good thing. He uses the spit to move his hand up and down over what he can’t fit into his mouth yet and focuses on sucking and dipping his tongue into the slit instead.

Jimin knows exactly what to do to drive Jungkook crazy.

Jungkook’s groans and whimpers encourage Jimin to tongue at his frenulum, causing Jungkook’s hips to jerk and accidentally thrust his whole cock into his mouth. Jimin gags at the sudden intrusion, but then he just drops down lower, eager to please Jungkook.

But Jungkook grabs Jimin’s hair and pulls him off.

“Are you okay?” he gasps out, trembling hands holding Jimin’s cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Jimin just opens his mouth and takes his cock back in his throat, hoping that can be his answer. Not needing to breathe gives you excellent dick-sucking skills. He knows because Jungkook is so lost in his pleasure he already forgot he almost made him suffocate.

“Just like that,” Jungkook grunts, caressing Jimin’s bottom lip, which is stretched over his cock. “Suck me good, doll.”

Jimin gets back to work.

He starts bobbing his head, loving the wet noises and Jungkook’s deep groans in his ears, and grabs one of Jungkook’s thick thighs to use his free hand to play with his balls. Jungkook has his eyes closed now, head thrown back over the seat to try to control himself, but Jimin doesn’t want him to do that. He wants Jungkook to fuck his mouth. He wants Jungkook to use him for his own pleasure. All Jimin wants is to make Jungkook feel good.

Jungkook releases a high-pitched moan when Jimin presses his thumb over the place between his balls and his ass, his cock twitching in Jimin’s mouth, and so does Jimin’s.

The pressure in Jimin’s belly is driving him crazy. He needs friction but Jungkook’s needs are first and he won’t stop until Jungkook is cumming down his throat.

Jimin pulls off to suck Jungkook’s balls into his mouth, his hand now stroking the whole length of his thick cock. And Jungkook just watches with dilated pupils, mouth slightly open and chest dusted in pink.

“Am I doing a good job?” Jimin pulls off and pretends to catch his breath. He still doesn’t stop stroking the cock in his hand. “Hm, pup?”

“So fucking good,” Jungkook praises, voice trembling with the effort to be quiet. “You were made to suck my cock, darling.”

He was.

And yet the reminder makes Jimin shudder. He’s quick to take Jungkook’s cock back in his mouth, tonguing at the velvety skin and loving the pressure over his tongue and inner cheeks. He fits perfectly. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” Jimin pulls off to whisper and Jungkook’s eyes widen even more. Jimin doesn’t understand how he can go from hot to cute in mere seconds.

“I—”

“Mr. Jeon!”

They act quickly. 

Jungkook signals Jimin to hide under the desk behind him and Jimin is quick to obey. Now he barely has any space and he’s trapped between Jungkook’s thighs. He can only see his legs and stomach now.

And the cock in front of him.

Which is still very hard.

“Come in!” Jungkook clears his throat and then Jimin hears the door opening. He can also hear Jungkook’s fast heartbeat.

“Oh, your boyfriend already left, Mr. Jeon?”

Mr. Jeon. 

That’s hot.

“Uh, Jimin’s in the restroom,” Jungkook lies and Jimin smirks from under the desk. 

Because, unlike Jungkook, Jimin isn’t nervous. 

He wants to have fun.

He grabs Jungkook’s cock with delicate fingers, hearing Jungkook take a deep breath to try to calm down, but he fails when Jimin takes his cock back into his mouth.

Jungkook muffles his moan with a cough and then uses one of his hands to grab Jimin by the hair.

And yet he doesn’t pull him off, but Jimin knows he shouldn’t do anything that might get them in trouble.

He settles with cockwarming him instead.

Or at least he tries to.

He hears Jungkook and the other man talking about the store, Jungkook obviously trying to brush him off, and Jimin gets bored. 

So he starts tonguing at Jungkook’s sensitive skin and giving the head tiny sucks, careful not to make any noise, but it’s hard.

He loves the ache of his jaw.

He loves Jungkook’s taste.

He loves that no one but Jungkook knows what he’s doing to him.

Jimin imagines Jungkook looking flushed, lips bitten red, and unfocused eyes trying to give attention to the employee in front of him while he’s getting his cock sucked under the table. Jimin can hear Jungkook stuttering and trying to hide his groans with loud gulps.

It turns him on way too much.

And Jungkook seems to feel the same.

Jungkook gives up and starts thrusting into his mouth without warning, covering up Jimin’s choking noise with a cough. The thrusts are shallow and slow to avoid making any noise, but it still makes Jimin leak into his underwear, because Jungkook is using him for his pleasure without caring about the other person in the room.

Jimin’s hips thrust in the air, trying to get friction he desperately needs, and of course he gets nothing. He’s so aroused he gives up and uses one of his hands to grind into his palm, but he needs more. He can’t risk making any noise though. Because he can hear the faint, wet noise of Jungkook fucking his cock in his throat, and now all he wants to do is beg Jungkook to bend him over the desk.

Jimin only realizes the person leaves when Jungkook rolls the chair back and pulls him off his cock by the hair. He’s still gentle though.

“You’re bad,” Jungkook rasps out, looking at Jimin with blown-out eyes. His breathing is even heavier now, and Jimin understands why when he squeezes his balls.

He’s close.

“But you like that,” Jimin whispers innocently, licking the head of Jungkook’s cock just like one would to a sucker.

He likes Jungkook’s cock more.

“Too much. I almost came,” Jungkook gulps. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Jimin just sticks his tongue out in response and Jungkook chuckles before grabbing his hair and guiding him closer to where he needs him.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asks, nodding at his hand in Jimin’s hair. He hasn’t pulled, but Jimin wouldn’t mind if he did.

“Oh, it’s more than okay, Mr. Jeon.”

With a clenched jaw and dark eyes, Jungkook pulls at Jimin’s hair hard.

“Open your mouth.”

Too aroused to tease him, Jimin obeys and opens his mouth, but it’s still not enough, Jungkook pries it open wider with his fingers and then he shoves his whole cock inside.

This time, Jungkook doesn’t hold back.

His thrusts are deeper and harder, making Jimin almost choke due to the sudden intrusion, but he stays still and takes it. Tears spill out from his eyes due to how deep the cock in his throat is and Jungkook seems to love it. He can’t close his mouth, breathing heavily as he stares at Jimin’s face and snaps his hips faster and faster, eager to chase his pleasure.

The sounds echoing in the small room are obscene.

“Your mouth, hyung,” Jungkook whimpers, eyes fluttering closed, and then his hips start losing their steady rhythm. “So wet—ah.”

Jungkook knows Jimin can’t reply, not when he’s busy trying not to choke, but they both know what’s coming. 

“Inside,” Jimin pulls off to gasp out and then he takes Jungkook’s cock in his mouth again. He starts to bob his head and rub over his perineum, Jungkook still moaning and thrusting shallowly in his mouth.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook warns, his chest rising and falling faster, but he fights to keep his eyes open. To keep his eyes on Jimin.

Jimin swears he could cum just from this.

He feels it, the coiling pressure in his gut, the twitching and throbbing of his neglected cock, the tingles spreading over every single inch of his body.

But Jungkook is the one that cums first.

Jungkook bites into his fingers to muffle his loud moan and uses his free hand to keep Jimin in place, still fucking his mouth to get through his orgasm.

And he looks gorgeous.

Sweaty and trembling through the aftershocks of his orgasm as Jimin swallows everything he has to give.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses when he’s done and Jimin is quick to pull off to avoid overstimulating him. “You’re fucking amazing,” he opens his eyes, still breathing heavily, and leans down to wipe Jimin’s bottom lip with his thumb.

Jimin only realizes why when Jungkook presses that same thumb over his tongue, and still, Jimin is quick to wrap his lips around it.

Jungkook’s eyes are still glazed over.

“C’mere,” Jungkook groans and helps Jimin onto his lap again, their lips crashing immediately.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind the taste of himself. On the contrary, he’s exploring every inch of Jimin’s mouth with his tongue, one hand holding Jimin’s to keep him close and the other one buried in his hair.

Then Jungkook cups his crotch and only then Jimin realizes how close he was. He shudders in Jungkook’s hold, feeling way too sensitive and pent up to function properly.

“Y-You don’t have to. Your break is probably over—”

“I want to,” Jungkook cuts him off, unzipping Jimin’s pants with ease. “You said I’m the boss. Mr. Jeon, huh?”

Those words make Jimin whine pathetically, Jungkook’s eyes darkening the moment he hears, and then he’s licking his hand and burying it into Jimin’s underwear.

“Oh, shit,” Jimin cries, holding onto Jungkook’s shoulders when he feels him squeezing his hard cock. The touch feels so good it pushes him closer to the edge just because he’s been aroused for what it feels like ages now.

“Stay quiet, hm?” Jungkook pulls Jimin from his neck to make eye contact. “Can you do that for me?”

Jimin nods, but he doesn’t manage to close his mouth as Jungkook tugs at his cock experimentally. Jungkook’s hand feels big and warm, squeezing and jerking his cock in a way that makes Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“That was so fucking hot,” Jungkook whispers, heavy-lidded eyes staring right into Jimin’s. “You let me fuck your mouth while there was someone in the room. You did such a good job, darling.”

The mere reminder causes Jimin to shiver violently, remembering the weight of his arousal between his legs as Jungkook talked to that person like he didn’t have him choking on his big cock.

“I don’t even need more spit,” Jungkook whispers with a mocking grin, waking Jimin from his dirty thoughts. “You are so fucking wet.”

A loud moan leaves Jimin’s lips at that, so Jungkook decides to take the matter into his own hand and covers his mouth with an eyebrow raised. It’s so hot Jimin can’t control the sounds leaving his mouth anymore, not when Jungkook is playing with the head of his cock and letting him fuck into the tight ring of his free hand.

He loves it when Jungkook touches him.

He can’t hide it.

He maintains eye contact as he fucks into Jungkook’s hand, mewling softly and doing his best to hold back the loud sounds that he knows Jungkook’s hand can’t hide. Jungkook can’t hide the sound his hand makes every time he tugs at the wet skin of Jimin's cock though.

“I’m close,” Jimin warns against Jungkook’s hand, not even feeling embarrassed about it. Not when he’s been hard for so long. “Faster. Please—ngh,” he begs, desperately chasing after the coiling in his gut. Jungkook obeys and the wet sounds become even louder. Jimin knows that he would’ve been blushing if he could. He’s leaking so much Jungkook has not even needed to use his spit again. 

“C’mon, gorgeous,” Jungkook whispers against his neck, now kissing and licking over the sensitive skin.

It makes Jimin feel too overwhelmed. Jungkook’s lips on his neck. Jungkook’s hand wrapped around his cock. Jungkook’s palm over his mouth to try to muffle his moans.

Jimin sobs when Jungkook rubs his frenulum and then makes his grip even tighter, jerking Jimin’s cock with vigor.

“Give it to me,” Jungkook orders, and Jimin shudders in his arms, fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Want you to cum for me.”

Jimin is burning.

“Tell me what you want,” Jungkook encourages him. “Tell me and it’s yours.”

“Want you inside me,” Jimin whimpers. “Want your big cock inside me.”

Imagining it is what pushes Jimin over the edge. He’s cumming over Jungkook’s hand and into his underwear before he can even try to stop himself.

“Jungkook, shit,” Jimin sobs, eyes closed and body trembling with the aftershocks, too overstimulated to even move. Because he’s shaking and Jungkook is still stroking his cock like his life depends on it, milking him dry. “Fuck me, fuck me—please, Jungkook—hah.”

“Fuck, babe,” Jungkook moans, his own hips jerking unconsciously, and Jimin whimpers, his cock somehow still spilling over Jungkook’s hand. “I’ll fuck you nice and good. I promise.”

Jimin throws his head back with a gasp when he’s done, but his body is still twitching, it’s still too overwhelmed to function.

And yet they stay like that for what it feels like ages. Wrapped around each other as they try to catch their breaths.

Well, that’s just Jungkook, but Jimin is doing a great job pretending.

“Hey,” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s nape to pull him closer, all with the hand he was using to muffle his moans. He has such a sweet smile on his face Jimin can’t believe those lips were spewing filth minutes before. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Jimin grins “tiredly”. He’s already recovered but Jungkook can’t know that. “That was amazing.”

Jungkook smiles shyly. “How do you still look so perfect?” he chuckles fondly. “The only thing messy about you is your hair and that’s my fault. Meanwhile, I know I’m all red and—”

“Foundation,” Jimin makes up a lie on the spot. He has never compelled Jungkook before and he hopes he doesn’t have to. He really doesn’t want this Jungkook to find out he’s a vampire. He wants to play house a little longer. He wants to feel human. “I had a pimple so I wore foundation.”

“Okay,” Jungkook releases an amused laugh. “But I bet that pimple is as cute as you.”

Jimin covers his face with an embarrassed groan. Jungkook is too cute.

So Jimin decides to change the topic.

“Was I good?” Jimin pulls his hands away from his face with an innocent smile. He knows he was. He loves the praise though.

And Jungkook catches on quickly. “The best. If I wasn’t already head over heels for you I’m sure that would’ve done the trick.”

Jimin throws his head back in a laugh. “Right. It was that and not my irresistible charm.”

“The charm is a plus,” he winks and leaves a small kiss on Jimin’s lips. 

Jungkook cleans Jimin up with tissues and then offers him one of his many The Rolling Stones t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants since Jimin’s clothes are ruined. Jimin feels in heaven when he puts them on, happy to be surrounded by Jungkook’s scent and feeling the comfort of the oversized material hanging over his body. The only downside is that people will know what went down if they notice Jimin is wearing Jungkook’s clothes.

It wouldn’t be hard to guess when it’s so big on him.

“I’m sorry I distracted you from the food I got you,” Jimin apologizes, now embarrassed that he forgot.

“I’m not,” Jungkook smiles and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer. It’s obvious he’s eyeing the t-shirt. “I’ll just heat it up later. I'm feeling quite satisfied right now,” Jungkook wriggles his eyebrows with a happy grin.

Jimin snorts and slaps Jungkook’s puffed chest. He’s obviously proud of his awful joke. “Dork,” Jimin sticks his tongue out at him.“You should go home and rest,” he tries to convince him. “Or… You could come to mine?”

Jungkook smiles sadly. “I wish, darling. But I have lots of paperwork to do and then I gotta pick up Noori early because we have the doctor’s appointment.”

“Oh, right,” Jimin nods way too many times when he remembers. “Well, good luck today,” he tiptoes to leave a small kiss on his lips and then scurries away as subtly as he can. They’ll spend thirty minutes saying goodbye otherwise and he doesn’t want to distract Jungkook even more. “Don’t miss me too much!”

“Oh, but I will!” 

Jimin leaves Jungkook’s office with a huge smile on his face.

🧸

“Run faster!”

Jimin obeys easily, but it’s hard to do so when Jungkook is making exaggerated faces and Noori’s grip around his neck is way too tight. Jimin obviously doesn’t need to breathe, but he just can’t stop laughing when he’s so happy.

Jimin was helping Noori to pick up her toys when Jungkook suddenly yelled that he's a princess hunter and that he’s going to capture Noori. Noori shrieked and immediately threw herself in Jimin’s arms.

They’ve only been running around the house for fifteen minutes now, but Jimin is the only one who isn’t tired. He has Noori on a piggyback ride and the little girl is gasping as if she was the one running.

Jungkook he can excuse. Jimin is fast and agile so Jungkook has had a hard time trying to catch him.

He still hasn’t.

“I give up!” Jungkook cries out, gasping, and then he pretends to faint.

Noori’s giggles are uncontrollable now, so Jimin lets her down on the floor so she can run to her dad. Jungkook is spread out like a starfish on the floor and sticking his tongue out for the dramatics. His chest is rising way too fast and his eyelids are twitching as Noori touches his face though. His lips are also pursed with the effort not to laugh.

“Ah, Mimi!” Noori runs back to Jimin with a huge smile. “We won!”

“Yes, we did!” Jimin grins happily and high-fives Noori. “We are a great team, huh?”

“Yes! Appa is old—”

“Hey!” Jungkook sits up with an offended expression and then he grabs Noori, holding her so she can’t escape from his tickles.

Noori’s laughing so hard she can’t even speak, but Jimin knows she wants him to save her by the way she’s reaching out to him.

So he does.

“I’ll save you!” Jimin is quick to swoop Noori in his arms and she holds on for dear life, still giggling as she tries to catch her breath.

They spend the rest of the afternoon like that.

Until the three of them are sitting on the couch and Noori is passed out over Jungkook’s lap.

“It’s already December… What are you doing for the holidays?” Jungkook whispers, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

Jimin takes his eyes off the flames burning in the fireplace to look at Jungkook. “I don’t have any plans.”

Which is true. He spends the holidays alone unless he’s with Jungkook. Sometimes he spends them with Taehyung but he prefers to be alone most of the time. He doesn’t really care about them.

Jungkook bites his lip and leans closer to tuck Jimin’s hair behind his ear. “Would you like to spend them with us?”

A big smile breaks out in Jimin’s face and so the nervousness in Jungkook’s scent fades. Now Jungkook is just smiling as big as him.

Jimin should’ve expected this, but he still feels so happy. This means so much because this Jungkook has a daughter and this means he wants him to be part of their family.

After their office rendezvous, their relationship has gotten even stronger. Jimin brings lunch to Jungkook every workday and then the three of them spend the weekends together. But when Noori is with her aunt or in her extracurricular classes, Jimin and Jungkook can’t keep their hands to themselves. 

They haven’t gone all the way yet; just messy handjobs, blowjobs, and dry jumping, and Jimin doesn’t know what they’re waiting for.

But he suspects Jungkook wants to make it special. He knows it because Jungkook always pulls away when Jimin either tries to get him to touch his ass or he tries to touch his. He also knows how hard it must be for Jungkook to hold back. The arousal and frustration in his scent have been too obvious.

“I’d love to,” Jimin cheekily says and Jungkook raises his eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah?” Jungkook grins, leaning closer to him.

“I—”

“Ugh,” Noori suddenly complains, effectively bursting their bubble, and Jimin and Jungkook look at each other trying to hold their laughs.

“I’ll take her to bed then,” Jungkook whispers, and Jimin nods.

Jimin whispers a low goodnight, Noori with a pet on her hair and Jungkook leaves a kiss on his forehead before he carries her upstairs.

Jimin is so happy.

He and Noori are getting along extremely well. They play around a lot and sometimes Noori even asks Jungkook to call Jimin so she can say hi.

In the short amount of time he’s known her, Noori has captured his heart. He always thought Jungkook was the only human he could ever care about and now he knows he was wrong. He would do anything for Noori.

“So…” Jungkook starts when he walks back into the living room. Jimin turns when Jungkook sits next to him and pulls his legs into his lap. “Every Christmas, Noori and I go pick a tree from the farm. Would you like to come with us?”

“Of course!” Jimin smiles happily and easily slides into Jungkook’s lap. “I’ve never done it before.”

“Can’t believe I’m taking your Christmas tree farm virginity—”

“You’re so not funny,” Jimin scolds him. Jungkook just grins before he pulls him closer by the waist and leaves a long kiss on his lips. “So—not—funny,” Jimin mutters between kisses, not even bothering to hide his smile. They aren’t even kissing properly.

“Ah, but you’re laughing—”

“I’m not—!”

Jungkook tickles Jimin until his stomach hurts and tears are slipping out of his eyes, but it’s okay because Jungkook kisses them away. He leaves small kisses over his covered stomach, too, but things don’t go as planned. His kisses drift down south until he’s taking Jimin’s cock in his mouth and Jimin cums down his throat only five minutes later. They make out until Jimin leaves for his apartment.

But they see each other the next day anyway.

Jungkook picks Jimin up from his apartment so they can get Noori from school and then drive to the farm. Noori doesn’t know they are going today. She doesn’t know Jimin is coming either.

He hopes it’s a good surprise.

“You should greet her,” Jungkook encourages Jimin once he parks the truck.

Jimin turns to look at Jungkook, who’s giving him a sweet smile as he holds the steering wheel with one hand. He’s using his other hand to give Jimin’s thigh a reassuring squeeze, but Jimin just finds it extremely hot.

“Okay,” he whispers nervously and Jungkook leaves an encouraging kiss on his lips before Jimin exits the car.

There are tons of children and teachers leaving the school, but what’s intimidating are the parents next to Jimin waiting for their kids. Because Jimin isn’t a parent and he doesn’t know what he’s doing. What if Noori gets upset—?

“Mimi!”

Jimin widens his eyes once he hears Noori’s squeal and then spots her running to him with a big smile. Jimin smiles happily and catches her when she throws herself in his arms.

He had nothing to worry about.

“Hello, princess,” Jimin grins, leaving a kiss on her hair. Her hair is tied into a high ponytail today and she looks adorable.

“Hi,” Noori hugs him tighter before pulling back with a bright smile. “What are you doing here?! Oh—say hi to my friends! This is Mimi, guys!” 

Noori is so excited Jimin doesn’t hesitate to wave back to the kids smiling at them. And as soon as they leave, Jimin has to fight to hold back his tears.

Noori told her friends about him.

“Appa!” Noori wakes Jimin from his thoughts when a grinning Jungkook appears. He’s quick to grab Noori from Jimin’s arms and then blows a raspberry on her cheek. Noori pretends to hate it but she can’t hide her smile. “Ah, where are we going?!”

“Hello to you, too, honey,” Jungkook leaves a loud kiss on her forehead, ignoring her question on purpose. “How was school?”

Noori scoffs and turns to look at Jimin. “Mimi, where are we going?”

Jimin and Jungkook just look at each other and laugh.

Noori keeps asking the same question the whole ride to the farm. She only pauses to talk about her day and then screams obnoxiously loud when she notices they’re at the tree farm. 

Noori babbles on as they walk through the farm, nodding at the trees instead of pointing at them because her tiny hands are quite busy. The moment they walked into the farm, she was quick to grab Jimin and Jungkook’s hands and Jimin almost burst out crying again. He can’t believe he loves her so much. 

“This one!” Noori suddenly points at a tree before running towards it.

The tree is cute. Tall but not too tall and full of green pine branches. Jimin doesn’t know much about Christmas trees but he guesses this one is good enough.

“Can we get it, appa?!” Noori looks up at Jungkook with big eyes. “Mimi?” she turns to ask Jimin, even pouting to be more convincing.

Not like she needed to do that.

The fact that she even asked Jimin as well is enough to make him want to cry out of happiness. He feels part of their family now.

“Hm, what do you think, Mimi?” Jungkook asks Jimin with a teasing grin.

“Hm…” Jimin taps his chin dramatically. “I think yes—”

Noori interrupts him with a shriek and then hugs Jimin’s legs, whispering thank you’s over and over as Jimin laughs. She only stops when Jimin carries her and Jungkook squeezes her cheek.

“Let’s get it then!”

The drive back to Jungkook’s house is full of laughter and singing. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas is playing on the radio, and when Noori starts shouting the lyrics, Jungkook joins her, and then he encourages Jimin to join as well. 

It feels like a dream.

Things get even better when Jungkook stops at the grocery store so they can get ornaments and Christmas decorations. Noori plays with the cart the whole time and then convinces Jungkook to buy her sweets. 

And when they come out of the grocery store, it’s snowing.

The first snow.

“Appa, can we have a snowball fight?!” 

“When we get home, okay? We can play in the park after we get dressed properly.”

“Okay!” Noori claps excitedly and slides into the backseat.

“You up for a snowball fight?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows at Jimin, but Jimin is just smiling at him like a fool.

Jungkook is so beautiful.

The snow in his hair makes him look ethereal.

“Yeah,” Jimin smiles, and Jungkook just caresses his cheek, fond eyes flickering all over his face.

They manage to peel themselves off each other and drive home. Jimin loves the snow so he’s excited to play with Noori and Jungkook, but he also can’t wait to be alone with Jungkook. He wants to kiss him until their lips hurt.

Jimin is wearing blue jeans and a cream turtleneck, but Jungkook still wraps a thick, red plaid scarf around his neck the moment they walk into the house. Jungkook is wearing a white sweater and a black jacket but he only adds a beanie. Noori is the one who ends up wearing a beanie, ear warmers, gloves, a scarf, and her biggest puffer coat, but at least she doesn’t complain.

She runs upstairs to grab her toys and Jungkook is quick to grab Jimin’s arm and drag him to the threshold of the door. Jimin is confused until he looks up and sees Jungkook hanging a mistletoe over him.

“Oh, no! Who did this?” Jungkook tsks with a teasing grin.

“Ah, I have no idea,” Jimin plays along, looping his arms around Jungkook’s neck to play with his hair. Jungkook uses his free hand to grab Jimin’s waist.

“Guess we gotta do what we gotta do, huh?”

“Nope. Not really. We have free will—”

“Kiss me.”

Jimin doesn’t hesitate to stand on tiptoes and kiss Jungkook.

The moment Jungkook feels Jimin’s lips on his, he lets the mistletoe fall on the floor and grabs Jimin’s face instead, holding him gently as he parts his lips with his tongue.

The kiss is slow and so sweet Jimin melts in his arms just like a snowflake, but of course Jungkook catches him. He always does.

Jungkook pulls away just enough for their eyes to meet. 

“I love you.”

Usually, those three words cause fireworks to pop off in Jimin’s head, but now he feels calm. Serene.

Because this is meant to be.

They’ll always find their way back to each other.

“And I love you,” Jimin whispers with a soft smile, happy that the weight on his chest has finally been lifted.

Now he can tell Jungkook he loves him all the time.

“I love you, too, Mimi!” Noori suddenly squeezes in between them, staring up at Jimin with a bright smile.

The dam of tears breaks then.

“Oh, Noori,” Jimin sniffles, crouching down to hold her in his arms. “I love you too.”

“And I love appa too,” she adds, turning to look at Jungkook, who’s staring at the scene with bloodshot eyes. He’s obviously doing his hardest not to cry.

“Well,” Jungkook clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “Lots of love around here, huh? Let’s see if it stays that way once we’re in the middle of a snowball fight.”

With that, Noori jumps off Jimin’s arms and runs into the park. Jimin and Jungkook follow her with endeared smiles, but they don’t speak. They’re now distracted by the snow crunching under their boots and the snowflakes getting trapped in their hair. The park is covered in snow.

“You know,” Jungkook whispers, turning to look at Jimin. “Back home, they say that if you spend the first snow with the person you love, you’ll be with them for a long time.”

“You want that?” Jimin whispers, feeling butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“I’d love that,” Jungkook leans down to leave a kiss on his forehead. “Would you?”

“More than anything in the world,” Jimin whispers with a lump in his throat.

“Will you change your mind when I bury you in the snow?” Jungkook smirks, obviously trying to lighten up the mood.

“You’re on.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon playing in the snow. After throwing numerous snowballs at each other, they settle for making snowmen. They only go back inside once the sky is dark and Noori can’t hide her teeth chattering anymore.

Jungkook makes hot chocolate and then plays with Noori’s hair until she falls asleep. Jimin makes sure to kiss her forehead before Jungkook puts her to bed and then waits for Jungkook to come to his bedroom.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers, sliding under the covers immediately.

“Hi.”

Jungkook grins and grabs Jimin’s hand to leave a tender kiss over it, but then he puts that same hand under his squished cheek, wanting to keep Jimin close.

“So…” Jimin scoots closer until his knee knocks against Jungkook’s, but they still stay lying on their sides to look at each other comfortably. “You love me.”

“I do,” Jungkook smiles. “And you love me.”

“I do. So much,” Jimin gulps, doing his best to smile even though his heart hurts. “I’ve wanted to say it for so long but I was scared it was going to be too soon.”

“I’ve felt it for a long time too,” Jungkook admits. “And I never knew when to say it ‘cause I wanted it to be special. I wasn’t planning on it, but… I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

“Is that why—?” Jimin licks his lips. “Is that why you’re waiting? Because you want it to be special?”

It’s obvious Jungkook knows what he’s talking about. His scent flares and his pupils dilate, heartbeat and breathing picking up.

Jimin can’t blame him. He feels the same.

“Waiting for what?”

Jungkook wants him to say it.

“To make love,” Jimin whispers, hating how flustered he’s feeling. Because it’s so much easier to whisper dirty words when they’re fooling around, when they’re too caught up in the moment to be anything but crudely honest.

“You want me to make love to you?” Jungkook whispers, his hand reaching for Jimin’s waist and pulling them together. Goosebumps break in Jimin’s arms. 

“So badly.”

“Me too,” Jungkook confesses, his hand moving from Jimin’s waist to his ass. He squeezes and Jimin feels himself starting to harden just from that. “But I want to have you all night. Just us.”

“I want that too,” Jimin is quick to agree.

“So you’ll wait?”

“I’d wait forever for you.”

Jungkook’s expression turns intense when he hears Jimin’s words, but the worst part is that he probably doesn’t even know Jimin means it with every bit of his heart.

“You’re so perfect to me,” Jungkook surges forward and kisses him.

They kiss until they can’t do it anymore, mouths dropped open as Jungkook jerks their cocks together, Jimin biting into his shirt when they cum.

And Jimin doesn’t want to leave, but it’s late and Jungkook has to wake up extra early tomorrow, so they settle for a long goodbye kiss and then Jimin leaves.

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“It looks good, doesn’t it?”

“It’s perfect, babe,” Jimin kisses Jungkook’s cheek and keeps on massaging his shoulders. The three of them have been putting up decorations all morning, but Jungkook is exhausted the most. Noori took two naps throughout the whole thing and Jimin feels fine because, well, he’s a vampire.

“It better be,” Jungkook sighs and turns to peck Jimin. “I’ll leave now then. I’ll try not to take too long but traffic is hell on Christmas Eve. I can’t believe I forgot—”

“It’s okay,” Jimin is quick to start rubbing his sensitive neck tenderly. “I promise, okay? Everything will be fine.”

Jungkook sighs, chewing on his lip nervously. “I just wanted everything to be perfect. This is our first Christmas together and Noori and I have never spent Christmas away from my parents, so now I understand how stressful it is.”

“Do you wanna spend Christmas with your family?” Jimin is quick to offer. He doesn’t want Jungkook to be stressed.

“What—?” Jungkook scoffs. “No, no—I want to spend Christmas with you. Noori, you, and I. Together, like…” he trails off and Jimin recognizes the anxiety in his scent immediately.

“Like a family?” Jimin whispers and Jungkook gives him a nervous nod. “I wanna spend Christmas with Noori and you too. Like a family.”

Jungkook’s round eyes flicker all over Jimin’s face for a moment, like his head is such a mess he can’t figure out what to say, and Jimin knows that one of his thoughts is: isn’t this too soon? 

Yes, it is

Jimin knows it’s too soon; in this life, they’ve only known each other for almost four months and have only been dating for less than three months. And yet here Jimin is, being best friends with his daughter and being so acquainted with his house that sometimes he finds stuff Jungkook forgot the existence of.

“I love you,” is what Jungkook says instead. “Hyung, I love you so much,” Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin and hooks his chin over his head, eagerly inhaling the scent of his shampoo as he sways them together. Knowing Jungkook likes to smell him, too, makes Jimin smile in his neck. He’s so happy.

Then Jungkook kisses him goodbye and leaves for the store.

“Mimi!”

Jimin startles when Noori comes out of hiding. Looks like she was sitting on the staircase.

“Yes, princess?” Jimin wonders, leaning down to smooth her hair out. Her hair is always a mess.

“Let’s bake cookies for Appa! Pretty please?!” she begs, bouncing on her feet.

Jimin scratches his neck nervously. “Ah, I don’t know. I’ve never baked cookies before and Appa is the one who’s good in the kitchen…”

“Please! I know how! I’ve made them with Appa before!” she does her best puppy eyes, even pouting to be more dramatic. 

“Fine,” Jimin sighs. He never had a chance. Not when Noori has the same doe eyes as her father.

“Thank you, Mimi!” Noori claps excitedly. “You’re the best!” she hugs Jimin’s legs and then runs to the kitchen.

And of course they make a mess.

Jimin still manages to clean up the kitchen by the time Jungkook arrives, but he’s sure the cookies suck.

“For you, Appa!” Noori proudly presents the cookie tray to Jungkook once he puts the groceries down. At least the cookies aren’t burnt. “Mimi and I made them for you! We can have some for dessert too! Try them!” 

“Oh, they look amazing, princess,” Jungkook grins and glances at Jimin before biting into the cookie.

Jimin snorts when he notices the grimace Jungkook is trying to hide.

“Wow, they’re amazing. You guys should open a bakery,” Jungkook lies with a fake smile.

“See, Mimi? We’re good!”

The moment Noori turns to look at Jimin, Jungkook spits the cookie in a napkin.

Noori ends up leaving the kitchen to play with Dog and Jimin stays with Jungkook to help with the groceries.

“You don’t have to help me cook, darling.”

“But I want to—”

“You really shouldn’t.”

Jimin throws Jungkook an oven mitt when he understands the meaning behind his words, but Jungkook just catches it with a laugh.

“I didn’t know chocolate chip cookies could be bad until now.”

“You’re so mean!” Jimin complains, but Jungkook just hugs him from behind and leaves loud kisses on his cheek. “We worked so hard on them!”

“Leave the cooking to me, okay?” Jungkook chuckles before pulling away. “You’re just gonna be my assistant. Let’s go.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon cooking. Well, Jungkook cooks. Noori sets the table and Jimin chops vegetables and helps Jungkook as much as he can.

After Jungkook is done cooking, they all take turns to shower and get ready to eat.

And this time it isn’t awkward.

Jungkook cooked japchae, bulgogi, tteokguk, wanjajeon, and yaksik for dessert. It’s so much food Jimin has trouble eating it, but it’s good and Jungkook worked so hard on it he doesn’t have the heart to throw it away.

They laugh and make stories as they eat, Noori carrying the conversation with her loud voice and cheery giggles. They move to the living room when they’re done, the fireplace lit to keep them warm, and only then does Jungkook realize something is missing.

“The star,” Jungkook widens his eyes and takes a sip of wine before rising to his feet. “I can’t believe we forgot about the star!”

“I’ll do it!” Noori is quick to offer her help.

“You always do it,” Jungkook snickers and leaves a kiss on her forehead before running to get the star.

Jimin didn’t notice the star was missing either. The only thing they decorated today was the inside of the house since the Christmas lights have been lit up outside for a while now. Jimin and Jungkook decorated the tree a while ago, too, but now he remembers they got very distracted before they finished it.

“Here!” Jungkook shakes the Christmas tree star in his hand and Noori runs to him with an excited grin. “Jimin hyung?”

“Yes?” Jimin is quick to walk towards Jungkook and Noori.

“You should help Noori,” he nods at Noori with a fond smile. Noori claps excitedly and opens her arms so Jimin can carry her.

Jimin blinks to try to get rid of the tears in his eyes and nods before carrying Noori. Jungkook gives her the star and Noori grabs it as soon as she gets comfortable in Jimin’s arms.

“Let’s go, princess,” Jimin encourages Noori as he hikes her up higher in his arms. Noori nods and then places the star atop the decorated tree, something that seems so insignificant, but it isn’t. “You did a great job,” Jimin praises her with a bright smile. “It looks so pretty!”

“Thank you, Mimi,” Noori blushes and hugs Jimin, the latter rubbing her back in response. It feels funny because the dress she’s wearing has huge ruffles. Noori chose it of course.

Jungkook is staring at the scene with a fond smile, but Jimin can see the Christmas lights shining in his watery eyes. Jimin is sure he looks just the same.

“I’m so happy,” Noori pulls back from Jimin and beckons her dad with a smile. Jungkook is quick to step closer and Noori does her best to wrap her short arms around Jimin and Jungkook. “I know there’s a lot of people who only have one parent, but most of the kids in my class have two. And I’m so happy I have two now! ‘Cause it’s like a bigger family, you know?” she grins excitedly and Jimin and Jungkook only have time to glance at each other before they burst into tears.

“I love you, Noori,” Jimin sniffles, hugging Noori as best as he can, and Jungkook tries to brush his tears away before he joins the hug.

“I love you, Mimi. And I love you, appa!”

“And I love you, princess,” Jungkook kisses her cheek and then sets Noori down on the floor. “Let’s play board games, hm?”

Jungkook’s suggestion lights up the mood immediately. They sit down on the floor to play, but Noori wins easily since Jimin and Jungkook are so distracted, unable to take their eyes off each other the whole time.

They only split up when Noori starts to doze off and Jungkook carries her upstairs to get her into bed. Jimin can hear her babbling about Santa Claus and her gifts from here.

“Darling.”

Jimin is quick to raise his head when Jungkook calls out for him. “Yes, Jungkook-ah?” he asks once he’s in front of him.

“Let’s get the gifts?” Jungkook whispers, his hand tenderly rubbing at Jimin’s waist.

“Okay.”

Even though the weather is freezing outside, the atmosphere feels calm and quiet. The night is dark but the neighborhood is full of colorful Christmas lights that help them navigate to Jimin’s car. Jimin and Jungkook get the gifts from Jimin’s trunk and then place them under the Christmas tree once they are inside.

“Do you think she’ll like it?” Jimin wonders nervously. They’re sitting in front of the Christmas tree now that they are done.

“She’ll love it,” Jungkook smiles, tucking a hair strand behind Jimin’s ear.

Jimin’s quick to lean into the touch, but he doesn’t close his eyes, too enamored by his view right now. Jungkook looks beautiful bathed in the Christmas tree lights.

“I love you,” Jimin mumbles, and Jungkook grins before leaning over to leave a sweet kiss on his lips.

“And I love you.”

Jimin wishes he could hear those three words for the rest of his life.

Constantly, not every twenty-three years and with a cost.

They cuddle in front of the fireplace, Jimin wrapped in Jungkook’s arms as they drink wine. They talk now and then, but it’s not necessary. Being together is enough.

“Do you wanna dance?” Jungkook suddenly whispers over Jimin’s hair.

“Hm?” Jimin looks up to see Jungkook.

“Let’s dance,” Jungkook helps Jimin to his feet and then grabs his hand to drag him to the record player over the table. “Hm, let’s see,” he hums, browsing through his vinyls with only one hand. He refuses to let go of Jimin’s hand. “Ah, this!” Jungkook grabs Ritchie Valens’ self-titled album and quickly places it in the record player. “This song is for you.”

“You’re drunk,” Jimin laughs when he notices Jungkook’s bubbly behavior.

“Tipsy,” Jungkook corrects Jimin with a grin and then he’s quick to get them in position. Jimin loops his arms around Jungkook’s neck and Jungkook holds his waist, letting their feet guide them as soon as the song starts playing. “You’re mine and we belong together,” Jungkook sings into Jimin’s ear and goosebumps break in Jimin’s arms.

He loves Jungkook’s voice so much.

He loves all of him.

“Your lips belong to me. Yes, they belong to only me,” Jimin sings back cheekily and Jungkook grins and whispers yes, they do.

“You’re my, my baby. And you’ll always be. I swear by everything I own. You’ll always be mine, always be mine,” Jungkook sings, pulling away to make eye contact with Jimin, who’s obviously failing to keep it together. Jungkook is quick to wipe away a tear threatening to fall from Jimin’s eye. “Yes, we belong together. For eternity,” he finishes the song with a tender kiss on Jimin’s lips. When he pulls away, his eyes are full of stars and his cheeks are stained red. “Oh, I love this song!” Jungkook lights up when Dooby Dooby Wah starts playing. “C’mon!”

Jungkook finishes his fifth wine glass and grabs Jimin’s hands to make him twirl. They giggle as they dance, but even then, Jungkook manages to shout the lyrics to him.

“We-e-e-ll, darling. I love you so-oh-oh. And I will ne-e-e-ver let you go. Never let you go!”

They dance to the whole album and only stop when Jungkook gets the great idea to carry Jimin bride style and they end up falling on the floor.

“Are you okay?” Jimin giggles, looking down at Jungkook, who’s laughing like he didn’t cushion Jimin’s fall.

“I’m perfect, darling,” Jungkook whispers, running his hand through Jimin’s long hair. It relaxes Jimin so much he doesn’t want to move. Because while Jungkook is lying on the floor, Jimin’s perfectly comfortable lying over his warm body. “I’m so happy right now.”

“Me too,” Jimin whispers, caressing Jungkook’s soft cheek.

“I wanna give you your gift right now,” Jungkook admits. “‘Cause it’s already midnight and tomorrow is gonna be hectic. Can I?”

“Only if I can give you yours too.”

“Deal.”

They return to their original position and sit in front of the glittering Christmas tree. They grab the presents they bought with nervous smiles, but Jimin can’t wait. He’ll do it first.

“Merry Christmas, puppy,” Jimin chews on his lip as passes the gift box to Jungkook. He knows he’ll probably love it but he can’t help his nervousness.

“I offered first,” Jungkook playfully sticks his tongue out but still grabs the gift. He opens it carefully but Jimin can smell and see how excited he is. His eyes widen when he opens the gift box and is met with another box. “A Polaroid,” Jungkook whispers in amazement. “This is the SX-70, hyung. It came out this year, it must’ve been so expensive—”

“And it’s yours,” Jimin is quick to interrupt him. “It’s yours and I wanted you to have it.”

“I love it. Thank you so much,” Jungkook smiles warmly and then grabs Jimin’s face to give him a kiss so sweet his toes curl in his shoes. “Really, this is amazing! How did you even think of it?!” Jungkook pulls away to open the box with eager hands. “I’m gonna take so many photos!”

“I noticed you have lots of framed photos but no camera,” Jimin shrugs shyly and Jungkook blows him a kiss to fluster him even more.

“Now it’s my turn. Merry Christmas, darling,” Jungkook passes him a smaller box. It’s long and narrow, covered in pretty Christmas wrapping paper. “I hope you like it.”

Jimin smiles and starts unwrapping the gift as gently as he can. Only when he’s done he realizes it’s jewelry. 

He wants to scold Jungkook for talking about expensive when he can see which very expensive jewelry store he got this from.

But he just takes a deep breath and opens the jewelry box.

“Oh.”

“I, uh—this is gonna be cheesy,” Jungkook warns nervously, but Jimin can’t even raise his head, eyes transfixed on the gift Jungkook gave him. “My heart belongs to you, Jimin hyung, and I promise you won’t be alone ever again. I want to be with you forever because… I love you so much. You have made me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life in such a short period of time. I’m so grateful for you and I’m sure Noori feels the same. So I wanted you to have a reminder of it. Of how much I love you.”

Jimin bursts into tears.

“I love it. I love you so much,” Jimin cries before flinging himself in Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook does his best to comfort him, rubbing his back and leaving kisses over his hair, but Jimin is still shaking. He’s shaking and crying and the grip he has on Jungkook must be painful, but he doesn’t want to let go. He doesn’t want to lose him.

“I love you, darling,” Jungkook manages to pull Jimin away from himself so he can dry his tears with an endeared smile. “Let me put it on you?”

Jimin sniffles and nods before turning around to sit in between Jungkook’s legs. Jungkook grabs the locket out of the box and then lays it over Jimin’s collarbones, the cold touch causing him to shudder in Jungkook’s arms.

Jungkook’s fingers are delicate as he clasps the locket behind him. He even leaves a tender kiss over Jimin’s nape, tasting the gold in his tongue and not caring about it. Jimin grabs the golden heart with gentle fingers and does his best not to cry, but it’s hard.

Jungkook is giving him his heart.

“I’ll never take it off,” Jimin promises.

Because this is the closest thing to a mating mark he’ll ever get.

It’s also the closest to a wedding ring.

They can’t promise each other a life together and Jungkook doesn’t even know it yet.

Jungkook playfully nibbles on his ear and then pecks it in response. “We can also put a photo inside. Would you like that?”

“I want a photo of the three of us together,” Jimin turns around with determination in his eyes, and Jungkook smiles lovingly.

“Me too,” Jungkook kisses his forehead and then they stay like that, happily wrapped around each other in front of the Christmas tree.

Jungkook speaks up after a while.

“Hyung.”

“Yes, puppy?”

“Would you like to spend the night?” Jungkook wonders. “I asked Noori earlier and she said it was okay. Well, she was very excited,” he chuckles. “I just… I don’t wanna be away from you.”

“I’d love to,” Jimin is quick to reply. Because he’s wanted this for so long. He loves sleeping with Jungkook.

“Okay,” Jungkook grins. “You’ll have to help me walk. Everything’s spinning,” he shyly admits.

“Of course.”

Jimin helps Jungkook walk upstairs and even has to cover his mouth with his hand because he’s dying of laughter for some reason. It gets even worse when Jungkook throws himself on the bed and tries to pull Jimin with him.

“Nuh-uh,” Jimin tsks. “Let’s get you ready for bed first.”

After Jimin helps Jungkook wash up, they change into t-shirts and pajama pants and then slide into bed. Jungkook is quick to hold Jimin to his chest and then buries his face into his hair.

“Goodnight,” Jungkook whispers, leaning over to leave a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Jimin wishes he could live in this moment forever.

“Goodnight, pup,” Jimin whispers without opening his eyes. He feels so content in the warmth of Jungkook’s strong arms, of his lips on his skin, of his scent all over his body. 

They fall asleep like that.

But when Jimin wakes up, Jungkook is not next to him.

Noori is.

Jimin opens his eyes and turns, finding Noori sleeping next to him with the cutest pajamas ever. Jimin almost coos but stops himself when he hears a shutter sound.

He turns and finds Jungkook with the Polaroid camera he gifted him in his hands.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers, but Jimin can see him getting emotional.

“C’mere,” Jimin beckons him with a hand, voice raspy since he just woke up.

Jungkook takes his slippers off and slips into bed immediately. Jimin is quick to wrap his arms around him and nuzzle his neck, eager to feel his warmth.

“Have you been awake for long?” Jimin whispers, careful not to wake Noori.

“Not much, but I got excited about the camera so I wanted to set it up,” Jungkook explains, looking down on Jimin with a smile. He’s tracing his features with his finger now. “It’s done. Look,” Jungkook shakes the Polaroid photo in his free hand and then shows it to Jimin. “Adorable.”

“Yes, it is,” Jimin chuckles, seeing a black and white version of himself with Noori. In the photo, Noori is cuddled up with her hair all over her face and Jimin is looking at her with a smile.

“I’m gonna keep it in my wallet,” Jungkook grins. “The two people I love the most in the world.”

“Aish,” Jimin groans, hiding his face in Jungkook’s neck to try to cover how flustered he is, but it’s obvious he fails because Jungkook is snickering to himself.

“Good morning!”

Noori suddenly pops up over them with a grin and sleepy eyes, but Jungkook doesn’t waste any time; he grabs her waist and squeezes her in the middle to tickle her.

“Ah! Appa!” Noori giggles, failing to escape from Jungkook’s grip. She turns to look at Jimin with a red face. “Mimi! Help!”

Jimin doesn’t help, he grins and joins Jungkook to tickle Noori until tears are slipping out of her eyes. 

“Did you have a nightmare, princess?” Jungkook asks once Noori has calmed down.

Jimin tenses.

“Nope,” Noori shakes her head. “I wanted to see what Santa brought me but you weren’t here! And I didn’t wanna leave Mimi alone.”

“Thank you, Noori,” Jimin squishes her cheeks and then bops her nose. “Let’s see what Santa brought you then!”

Jimin and Jungkook have to run to catch up to Noori. She’s quick to open her gifts and squeaks excitedly every time she opens them. Santa—Jungkook and Jimin—got her more toys, dolls, and socks—she doesn’t like them, but she needs them. Jungkook got her a play kitchen she’d wanted for a while and Jimin got her a racing track since Noori wants to be a car racer at the moment. She hugs Jimin and Jungkook tightly to express how happy she is and then runs to get something from under the tree.

“Mimi,” Noori approaches Jimin shyly. She’s hiding something behind her back and Jimin raises his eyebrow at Jungkook when he sees him grinning. “I got you a gift.”

“Oh,” Jimin widens his eyes and lowers the cup of tea Jungkook made for him. “Really?! That’s awesome! What is it?” he smiles, touched by Noori’s sentiment. He can’t believe she thought of giving him a gift. 

“Here,” she offers Jimin the wrapped present and Jimin is quick to grab it.

When he opens it, he almost starts crying again.

Noori always makes him cry.

“Is that us?” Jimin gulps, grabbing the drawing with shaky hands. 

“Yes. Family portrait!” Noori grins, pointing at the frame. “So you can put it up in your house!”

The first time Jimin met Noori, she was giving Jungkook the same gift.

Now he’s part of the picture.

“I will. It’s amazing. I love you,” Jimin sniffles and quickly scoops her in his arms. He hugs her tightly, doing his best not to cry and failing, while Noori giggles and rubs his back.

“I love you, too, Mimi!”

When they pull away, Jimin catches Jungkook drying his tears with his shirt.

Correction: Noori always makes them cry.

After they recover, they have breakfast as Noori plays with her new toys. The track is so fast the cars fly and break but Jimin fixes them for her.

Then it starts to snow.

“A white Christmas!” Jungkook high-fives Noori excitedly. “Let’s get dressed!”

Only then Jungkook tells them he got them matching Christmas sweaters. The sweaters are red vector patterns and feel incredibly soft to the touch, so Jimin doesn’t hesitate to put it on even though he knows this is extremely cheesy.

He likes cheesy now.

When they get to the park, Noori finds a group of kids and starts to play with them immediately.

Jimin and Jungkook watch over her as they walk around the park, hands intertwined as snow falls over their hair. Then Jungkook gets playful and starts tickling Jimin until they fall on the snow-covered ground.

“You’re so beautiful. I’m so in love with you,” Jungkook is lying on top of Jimin now, leaving tiny kisses all over Jimin’s face and neck that make butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“You’re so cheesy. You’re lucky it makes me love you even more,” Jimin blows him a kiss but doesn’t kiss him, not when they are in a park and he knows the kids—including Noori—will gag.

“I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now,” Jungkook whispers, running his hands through Jimin’s snow-covered hair. It’s to no use though. They are lying on the snow and Jimin’s hair is already wet.

“Hi!” Noori suddenly jumps over Jungkook and effectively piles up over them. 

Now Jimin is supporting the weight of the two of them, which doesn’t hurt him at all but Jungkook doesn’t know that. Jungkook panics and apologizes and then grabs Noori to move her off them. Jimin has to reassure him a thousand times that he's fine to calm him down.

“Let’s make snow angels,” Noori grins now that they’re lying next to each other.

And they do.

They make snow angels until their clothes get too wet and they’re ready to go back home.

But then Jungkook sees a neighbor and stops to say hi.

He brings her over.

“This is Jimin, my boyfriend,” Jungkook presents them and the woman smiles before shaking Jimin’s hand.

“Rose. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Jimin politely replies in English.

“Rose, can you take a photo of us? I’ll bring the camera real quick.”

“Of course!”

Jimin glares at Jungkook but he only winks at him before running into the house. Jimin stays talking with Rose and Noori, which is how he learns Rose has babysat Noori a couple of times. Noori is the one leading the conversation though.

“Here,” Jungkook gasps out once he arrives. He passes the foldable camera to Rose and then he beckons Jimin and Noori closer to him. “Let’s sit on the bench. C’mon.”

Jimin and Noori follow his orders easily. Noori sits between them with a huge grin that matches Jimin and Jungkook’s faces.

Rose takes lots of photos. Photos where Noori makes funny faces that cause Jimin and Jungkook to burst out laughing. Photos where they are looking serious to try to imitate The Addams Family. Others where they are smiling and others that turn out shaky because they are moving so much.

But Jimin’s favorite is the one where Jungkook is looking at him.

Noori and Jimin are looking at the camera with small smiles and snow over their hair and clothes, but Jungkook is looking at Jimin with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen.

He can see the love in his eyes.

“This one,” Jimin whispers later that night. Noori is asleep on the sofa and Jimin and Jungkook are sitting on the floor to go over the photos. “I want this one in the locket,” he holds the photo with trembling fingers. “I want to look at it and remember you love me.”

Jungkook frowns and brushes away the tears Jimin didn’t even know he let fall. He’s been crying a lot lately. “I do. I love you. All the time. You know that.”

“I know,” Jimin sobs, suddenly unable to control his emotions anymore, and so Jungkook holds him.

Jungkook doesn’t know why Jimin is crying, and of course Jimin doesn’t say it, so Jungkook just holds him and whispers how much he loves him until Jimin calms down.

And yet Jimin’s heart feels heavy the rest of the night.

🧸

Jimin is a nervous wreck the whole drive to Jungkook’s parents’ house.

He’s not only meeting his parents, he’s meeting a huge part of his family since they spend New Years’ Eve together.

But it goes well. Way too well.

Jungkook’s parents are easily charmed by Jimin’s nervousness—and vampireness, he had forgotten about that fact—and so are the rest of his family.

Jimin tears up when Jungkook’s father shows him Jungkook’s baby album. Jungkook groans in embarrassment the whole time.

Jimin and Jungkook eat and drink with the rest of the family as Noori plays with her cousins. It’s fun and light-hearted and it makes Jimin feel human.

“Noori told me she loves you a lot,” Jungkook’s mother pulls Jimin inside while Jungkook is chatting with his cousins. “And so does Jungkookie.”

“And I love them too. So much,” Jimin is quick to reassure her.

“So, you want something serious?” she raises her eyebrow, obviously protective over her son and granddaughter. Jimin can’t blame her. Jungkook and Noori have gone through enough pain.

“Nothing would make me happier than to be with them for the rest of my life.”

When Jungkook’s mother hugs him, Jimin can feel how grateful she is before she even says it.

“Thank you for making them so happy.”

And then it’s midnight.

The fireworks exploding in the sky have nothing against the love bursting in Jimin’s chest when Jungkook kisses him.

“I want to be with you forever,” Jungkook says when he pulls away, but his eyes are still closed, his forehead is still pressed against Jimin’s. “That was my wish.”

“I wished for the same thing.”

He’s done it for the past two centuries.

🧸

It finally happens in the middle of January.

“So, she’s staying with your parents the whole weekend?”

“Yes,” Jungkook smirks, hands squeezing Jimin’s ass even when his hands are already buried in his back pockets. “We’re gonna have the whole house to ourselves. And I told Emily not to call me unless the store is catching on fire or something.”

“You plan to keep us busy, huh?” Jimin teases and Jungkook just grins before caging him against the wall of his office.

“Yup. And we are going out tonight. I feel like we haven’t done it in ages,” Jungkook sighs. “Don’t wanna bore you.”

“You’d never bore me, puppy,” Jimin frowns, grabbing Jungkook’s face softly. “I love being in your house. I love being with Noori and Dog even though he hates me.”

“He hasn’t hissed at you in a while though,” Jungkook points out.

“Yes,” Jimin admits. “I think he finally trusts me. He knows I’d never hurt you.”

“I know that too,” Jungkook smiles softly and Jimin’s heart swells. “I’ll pick you up at nine. We are going clubbing.”

“Oh?” Jimin raises his eyebrow and Jungkook can’t resist, he leans down and yanks him into a kiss.

But then he pulls away with a sigh.

“Leave before we make another mess,” Jungkook whines. “I’ll miss you.”

“Okay, okay,” Jimin giggles and kisses Jungkook goodbye. “Miss you!”

Jimin wishes he didn’t have to go, but he knows he has to, so he drives to his apartment even though he hates being there now.

It feels cold and empty. 

Jimin only stays in his apartment during the nights he doesn’t sleep over at Jungkook’s house and while Jungkook is working. The three of them spend most of their free time together now. 

“So, you’re finally getting dicked down, huh?”

“Yes,” Jimin grins, stretching his limbs over the bed. “Jungkook’s parents picked Noori up from school today and she’s staying with them the whole weekend. I’m gonna miss her, but I’m so excited to be with him all weekend.”

“You’ll be limping by the end of it,” Taehyung snickers and Jimin chuckles.

“I’m a vampire, I’ll be fine,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “But back when I was human that did use to happen. I remember I used to whine to him about it because he was always fine after I made love to him.”

“Making love. You’re such a grandpa—wait, you actually are,” Taehyung chuckles when he remembers and Jimin scowls. “Werewolves heal almost as fast as vampires, that’s why.”

“But they aren’t immortal.”

Jimin knows that very well.

Since Taehyung knows Jimin like the back of his hand, he changes the topic. They talk about mindless things and Taehyung even mentions going to London since they haven’t seen each other in a while. He also wants to meet Jungkook and Jimin instantly agrees. He’d love for Taehyung and Jungkook to finally meet.

After Jimin is done talking with Taehyung, he spends the rest of the day reading. He only remembers he should get ready when he glances at the window and notices the sky is already dark.

Jimin takes a relaxing shower and then lathers his body in his favorite lotion, wanting his skin to be soft to the touch and to smell so good. Then he starts getting ready.

He dresses in a plain white t-shirt with a green and white viscose jacket, dark-blue flared jeans that fit his ass very nicely, and black loafers. He slicks his long hair back and leaves one black strand hanging in front of his face.

With the locket hanging off his neck of course.

He feels very confident once he looks in the mirror.

But he still melts into a puddle when he sees Jungkook.

He should’ve been ready. Jungkook called him before he left his house and Jimin even waited for him outside the building.

“Hi—hmph,” Jungkook chuckles in his mouth once Jimin pulls him into a hard kiss. He tries to follow Jimin but his laughter doesn’t let him, so Jimin pulls away with a defeated sigh. They’ll have time for that later.

“You look so handsome,” Jimin grins, grabbing Jungkook’s ass to keep him close. 

And of course Jungkook doesn’t complain, he just smiles and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist.

“Not you talking. I could eat you up,” he playfully nips at Jimin’s jaw and then kisses him properly this time. Properly enough Jimin starts smelling the faint traces of arousal in his scent.

“Let’s stay?” Jimin pulls away to bat his eyelashes at Jungkook. “I’ll let you eat me up.”

Jungkook chuckles and kisses Jimin’s forehead to pull him into a hug. “Later. I really wanna go out with you,” he whispers over Jimin’s hair. Jimin just hums and closes his eyes, delighted to be in Jungkook’s arms. “Now let’s get in the car before I freeze.”

Jimin nods and follows Jungkook into his car. 

And still, the atmosphere feels electric with the promise of spending the night together. Jungkook rubs and squeezes Jimin’s thigh the whole drive, while Jimin looks at the city through the window to try to ignore him.

He fails.

He sneaks looks at Jungkook anytime he can, but it’d be impossible not to when he looks so good. He’s wearing a check jacket with a long-sleeved white shirt underneath, tight jeans, and black Chelsea boots. Jimin’s favorite part of the outfit is the black belt though. He’s always been obsessed with Jungkook’s waist, so the moment they step out of the car and into the line, Jimin hugs Jungkook from behind, leaving kisses over his covered shoulder blades while he plays with his belt.

And Jungkook lets him. He holds his hands over his, guiding him to touch his abs and hips, provoking him.

“What’s with you and public places?” Jungkook whispers, shivering when Jimin squeezes his waist.

“Us,” Jimin corrects. “And I’m just hugging you. Why are you getting the wrong idea, hm?”

“Uh, I dunno, maybe because I can feel your dick poking my ass?”

“So you want me to stop?”

“Hell no,” Jungkook holds Jimin’s wrists tighter to keep him from getting away. 

Jimin just chuckles and settles for innocent touches while they wait in line. There’s enough sexual tension as it is.

But they forget about that once they are on the dance floor.

The disco balls and the colorful LED screens make Jungkook look like an actual star. And he is in every sense of the word. He dances popular and silly dance moves, easily attracting the attention of other people on the dance floor, but Jimin doesn’t care because Jungkook is only looking at him.

He holds Jimin’s hands and pulls him to dance, both of them laughing as they sip their drinks, and they easily lose themselves in the crowd of drunken people. 

Jimin and Jungkook don’t get drunk though, they don’t need to when they feel high on dopamine and oxytocin. Jungkook just drinks enough for him to babble on about how glittery, colorful, or flowery people’s outfits are. Jimin promises him he’ll buy him a sequined shirt he knows only Jungkook could pull off.

The only mistake they make is deciding to take a break and sit.

They start making out immediately and quickly agree to leave when Jungkook almost slips his hands into Jimin’s pants.

But they cool down once they are outside.

“It’s snowing!” Jungkook claps excitedly, still a little tipsy. “Let’s play a little?” 

Jungkook is sobered up after Jimin throws way too many snowballs at him. He tried to get Jimin but Jungkook is not the most coordinated person when he has alcohol in his system.

The ride back home is almost unbearable. They manage to keep their hands off each other the whole ride, but it’s especially hard for Jimin. He’s the one driving this time and it’s hard to focus when he’s locked in a small space with Jungkook’s scent.

The moment Jungkook unlocks the door of his house, Jimin pushes him against the wall and kisses him.

Jungkook doesn’t have trouble reciprocating this time. He grabs Jimin’s ass and presses their groins together without wasting any time, all without taking his lips off Jimin’s once.

“Bedroom,” Jimin moans in Jungkook’s mouth. “Please.”

Jungkook nods and then they toe their shoes off to walk upstairs as fast as they can. They stumble onto the bed the moment they step into Jungkook’s bedroom and become a mess of tangled limbs soon after.

Jungkook presses Jimin against the bed while Jimin wraps his arms around his waist and plays with his hair, eager to touch him even when they’re pressed together so closely. It’s never enough though. Not even when Jungkook is squeezing his ass and guiding his hips to grind over his, moaning into Jimin’s mouth every time he gets the friction they both need. 

When Jimin starts pawing at Jungkook’s jacket, he’s quick to take the hint and pulls away to throw it somewhere in the room.

And then the lights go out.

“What?” Jungkook mutters, but he still doesn’t move away from Jimin, he just presses him further into the bed, unconsciously trying to protect him.

Only then Jimin hears the wind.

Jimin whips his head around to look through the window, and just as he feared, there is a raging snowstorm happening outside.

“Ah, January,” Jungkook groans, hiding his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck. “I didn’t miss the snowstorms.”

“We’ll be okay,” Jimin reassures him, rubbing his hands all over Jungkook’s back. “How long do they usually take to fix the electricity?”

“Probably in the morning,” Jungkook sighs. “I’m glad Noori is with my parents and not here.”

Jimin hums and kisses Jungkook’s head. “Do you have candles?”

Jungkook uses his flashlight to guide them and then they light up the fireplace and as many candles as they can. But not even that is enough to warm them up. It’s freezing to the point Jungkook’s teeth are chattering and Jimin hates that he can’t do anything about it.

But then he remembers.

“The fireplace,” Jimin tugs on Jungkook’s shirt to get his attention. “We can sleep in front of the fireplace. Is that okay?”

“Great idea,” Jungkook leans down to leave a tender kiss on Jimin’s mouth. “Wait for me here and I’ll get the blankets and pillows, okay?”

“Okay, pup.”

While Jungkook is getting what they’ll need to sleep tonight, Jimin is quick to reheat the tea Jungkook usually drinks early in the evening. He hopes it’ll warm him up.

The tea is already hot and served once Jungkook is back downstairs. Jimin realizes he took so long because he changed out of his clothes and he has to stop himself from pouting when he notices. He wanted to take those clothes off Jungkook. 

Looks like he isn’t getting any tonight.

“Thank you, darling,” Jungkook kisses Jimin’s cheek when he offers him tea. He takes a sip and then places the cup on the table before speaking again. “I got you clothes. Do you wanna change?”

“You do it.”

Jungkook looks down at his clothes—long-sleeved white t-shirt and gray sweatpants—before looking at Jimin. “I already did.”

“No,” Jimin chuckles, endeared. “I mean you do it for me.”

“Oh,” Jungkook grins and then beckons Jimin with a finger. “C’mere then.”

The moment Jimin stands in front of Jungkook, the atmosphere shifts.

Jungkook’s eyes are firm on Jimin’s face when he takes his jacket off, fingers brushing his biceps more than necessary, but Jimin can’t complain. Then he grabs his waist and pulls him closer to take the hem of his shirt out of his pants, the action causing Jimin to suck in a breath he doesn’t need.

Jungkook smirks without taking his eyes off Jimin’s face and becomes even bolder. He slowly takes the belt of his pants and lowers the zipper, his fingers brushing Jimin’s crotch with purpose. 

Then he presses his palm right against Jimin’s cock and feels it twitch.

The arousal in Jungkook’s scent is overwhelming now.

Jimin is not any better.

“Are you cold?” Jungkook licks his lips and buries his hand in Jimin’s pants. He brushes his fingertips against Jimin’s inner thighs before he grabs Jimin’s clothed cock in his hand. Jimin holds onto Jungkook’s shoulders before his knees give in, a whimper falling from his throat due to how good Jungkook’s hand feels. “Hm?”

“No,” Jimin chokes out, eyes meeting Jungkook’s mischievous ones.

“Okay,” Jungkook grins and pulls his hands away. “Raise your arms.”

Jimin doesn’t hesitate to obey. The moment his arms are up, Jungkook grabs the hem of his shirt and starts raising it over his head, his fingertips brushing every inch of skin he can get, and so Jimin’s skin bursts into goosebumps.

Only then does Jimin realize he’s never taken his shirt off in front of Jungkook before.

Jungkook himself has only done it once. Since they barely have any time to fool around, they just stick to pushing their pants down their ankles and finish as quickly as they can.

“You’re beautiful,” Jungkook’s eyes leave Jimin’s face to flicker all over his naked torso.

It reminds Jimin he has to “breathe”. He’s used to doing it but he’s so tense he forgot about it. He’s desperate for Jungkook to touch him.

And then he does.

His hands are big and yet delicate over Jimin’s skin, teasing him. Jungkook brushes his neck with his fingertips, then his collarbones, and Jimin’s eyes fall closed when he feels his hands now rubbing at the expanse of his back. Jungkook is touching Jimin like he’s fragile, like if he presses too hard he’ll break.

Jimin understands why. He’s extremely pale, and even though he’s toned, he’s slender and his frame is still smaller than Jungkook’s. He wishes Jungkook knew he’s anything but fragile.

Physically at least.

“You’re touching me like you’re afraid you’ll hurt me,” Jimin rasps out when Jungkook's hands lightly squeeze at his waist.

Jungkook looks up. “I’m touching you like you’re precious. You are,” he whispers and Jimin’s stomach fills with butterflies. “I’d never hurt you and I know you’re stronger than you look.”

“I am,” Jimin agrees with a mischievous grin. “I could take you on a fight.”

“Only in a fight?” Jungkook smirks and pulls Jimin until their hips are pressed together. Jimin groans when he feels Jungkook’s erection and tries to look down to see, but Jungkook tips his chin up so they can look at each other. “Hm?”

“No,” Jimin licks his lips, eyelids becoming heavy due to the arousal taking control of his body. “I can take you.”

“Promise?” Jungkook smirks, leaning down to whisper in Jimin’s ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Jimin pulls away to look into Jungkook’s dilated pupils. “I thought you didn’t want to.”

Jungkook frowns. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I dunno… You changed out of your clothes and stuff,” Jimin sheepishly admits.

Jungkook chuckles and then grabs something from his pocket. “Why would I have this then?” he shakes a bottle of lube and a condom strip in his hand with an amused expression.

“Oh,” Jimin scratches his neck sheepishly. “Ugh, I just ruined the mood, didn’t I?”

“Never,” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s face to leave pecks all over his face, effectively relaxing him since Jimin can’t stop giggling. “Are you nervous or something? ‘Cause I’m nervous too.”

Now it's Jimin's turn to frown. “I’m not nervous. Why are you nervous?”

Jungkook blushes bright red this time. “Uh… I dunno if you noticed, but I was nervous the first time you blew me too. Not only because we were in the office but because—I haven’t done any of this in a while, you know? I’m more relaxed now but since we’re going all the way… I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you or that I’m trying too hard.”

“Oh, no, babe,” Jimin is quick to comfort Jungkook this time, now massaging his neck to try to relax him. “Jungkook, I—I know this sounds cheesy, but… You could never disappoint me,” Jimin insists. “Being with you is enough for me. Having you close, feeling how soft you are, smelling you—wow, that’s creepy,” he chuckles nervously, but Jungkook just gives him a fond smile. “Anyway, just… Please be yourself, okay? ‘Cause I love you. All of you, okay?”

“Okay,” Jungkook smiles, eyes full of love and warmth. “I love you so much.”

Jimin pulls Jungkook down and kisses him, only remembering he’s shirtless when Jungkook holds his bare waist. But it doesn’t matter, he just kisses Jungkook as tenderly as he can.

He feels Jungkook relaxing in his arms.

“What do you wanna do then? Do you wanna wait?”

“Fuck, no,” Jungkook shakes his head with widened eyes. “We’ve waited long enough.”

“Okay,” Jimin chuckles. “What do you wanna do? Top or bottom? I’m okay with anything, I’m just asking because I don’t want you to feel pressured over things I’ve said,” he chuckles nervously, remembering all the times he’s unconsciously begged Jungkook to fuck him. Jimin loves fucking Jungkook as well, but he wants this Jungkook deep in his guts. 

“I’m okay with anything too,” Jungkook reassures him. “So you tell me. Please.”

“I—” Jimin licks his lips. “I want you to feel you… Inside. I want you inside me. Want you to fuck me. Is that okay?”

To Jimin’s ears, Jungkook’s gulp is almost as audible as his fast heartbeat.

“Very okay,” Jungkook nods, his eyes now checking out Jimin’s body shamelessly. “But I have one condition.”

Jimin raises his eyebrow. “Yes?”

“I want to take my time with you,” Jungkook whispers nervously. “I’m actually glad the lights went out ‘cause we were going so fast, you know? We’ve waited for so long and I just… I want to make love to you. Want to show you how much you mean to me.”

“I’d love that,” Jimin whispers, totally enthralled by how beautiful and sincere Jungkook looks right now. 

“Okay,” Jungkook smiles and grabs Jimin’s hand to guide him to the makeshift bed in front of the fireplace. Jungkook covered it in pillows and comfy, white duvets so they don’t hurt their backs. The colorful blankets are tossed to the side. “Lie down for me, darling.”

Jimin nods and lies over the blankets, but of course he doesn’t stop there. He bends his knee and places his foot over the duvet to make space for Jungkook, and then he places one hand over his abs, wanting to look good for him.

And it works.

Jungkook is standing over him with lust-filled eyes, and yet Jimin can still see the love on his face as clear as a day. Jungkook’s doe eyes are dancing over Jimin’s body, causing his skin to break into goosebumps when he smells how much Jungkook wants him.

He can see it too. The tent in his gray sweats is very visible.

“Come,” Jimin whispers, but the desperation in his face is obvious.

Thankfully, Jungkook doesn’t tease. He obeys and kneels in between his spread legs, Jimin sitting up to meet him halfway. 

They moan once their lips meet, tongues seeking out each other with the need to taste, and so butterflies awaken in their stomachs. Jimin tangles his fingers in Jungkook’s hair as Jungkook grabs his face tenderly, all slow and soft and filling them with love.

Then Jimin’s hands wander down until he’s grabbing the hem of Jungkook’s long-sleeved t-shirt.

“Please?” Jimin whispers over Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook nods and pulls away to take the t-shirt off, his hair messing up in the process, and yet he only looks more beautiful in Jimin’s eyes, something he thought to be impossible since Jungkook already looks so ethereal bathed in the light coming from the fireplace and the candles surrounding them.

“You’re stunning,” Jimin whispers, his hands now tenderly rubbing at Jungkook’s torso. Jungkook is bigger and slightly more ripped than he is and yet he looks so soft and pretty right now. Only Jungkook can manage to be both so effortlessly.

“I’m yours,” Jungkook’s words cause Jimin to look away from his torso and into his eyes. “I belong to you. You know that, right?”

Jimin hates that his eyes water. This is not the time to cry.

“I know,” Jimin swallows the lump in his throat to speak. Because he knows. He knows Jungkook is his and he is Jungkook’s. They belong together. “So, you know I’m also yours, right? Just yours. Forever.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, he simply kisses Jimin until he pins him down to the duvet. Jimin doesn’t complain, he simply follows Jungkook’s tender kisses, closing his eyes and letting himself feel. He feels Jungkook sucking on his tongue and nipping at his bottom lip. He feels his lips moving down to his jaw to lick and suck, leaving a wet trace of his spit until he finally reaches his neck.

Jimin moans and grabs Jungkook by the hair, so eager to keep him on his neck he even wraps his legs around his hips and his arms around his shoulders. And luckily, Jungkook seems to understand what he wants.

He kisses, licks, and sucks his neck so good Jimin is already leaking into his underwear. It’s so good Jimin can’t contain his moans or even his mouth anymore.

“Bite me.”

Jimin wakes up from his haze when Jungkook pulls away to look at him. “You want me to bite you? You like that?”

“Yes,” Jimin sheepishly admits. It’s not like he can explain why.

“Okay,” Jungkook goes back to work on his neck, his lips and tongue becoming bolder now.

Jimin even forgets about biting in a moment, too lost in the pleasure Jungkook is giving him.

And then Jungkook bites down.

It’s obviously not enough to draw blood, but Jimin still gasps and arches into Jungkook’s touch, nails digging into his biceps when he feels his fangs threatening to slip out of his lips.

Jungkook’s blood smells so good.

“Fuck, hyung. You’re so sexy it’s driving me crazy,” Jungkook groans and then starts mouthing and licking at Jimin's shoulder, obviously wanting to get a taste of every inch of his skin. 

The bloodlust clears from Jimin’s head just like that.

Jungkook’s lips are more distracting.

He’s kissing all over Jimin’s chest now and Jimin just whines, holding his head to keep him close and doing his hardest to watch what he’s doing. The moment Jungkook sucks one of his nipples into his mouth, Jimin shivers violently, and then Jungkook is dragging his clothed cock over his, sending bits of electricity to every inch of his body. 

Jimin can’t manage to keep his mouth closed as Jungkook kisses all over his belly with mischievous eyes. Jimin bucks his hips in the air when Jungkook dips his tongue into his belly button, but Jungkook doesn’t show any mercy, he just pulls away and playfully nips at his hip bones instead.

And finally, he grabs Jimin’s jeans and boxers and slides them out of his legs in one go.

The only thing on Jimin’s body is the heart-shaped locket. 

Now he’s lying completely naked with Jungkook between his legs.

Where he belongs.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. He’s breathing heavily now, face and chest flushed as he looks straight at Jimin’s hard cock. But he doesn’t touch it, he slaps Jimin’s thighs instead, and Jimin gasps before closing his legs out of instinct.

Jungkook doesn’t like that.

He spreads Jimin’s thighs and gives him a disapproving look that makes Jimin want to apologize, but his throat feels too dry to speak. He spreads his legs wider instead.

Jungkook looks satisfied as he rubs his inner thighs, but it’s hard for Jimin to stay still when his thighs are so sensitive and his cock is lying there wet and throbbing, desperate for stimulation.

When Jungkook dives down between Jimin’s legs, he maintains eye contact, Jimin’s cock twitching pathetically right in front of his face, and yet he ignores it and starts kissing his inner thigh instead.

Moans and hiccups leave Jimin’s mouth as Jungkook ravishes his skin, sucking, licking, and biting everything he can reach, his hair tickling Jimin’s neglected cock. It’s so frustrating that tears spring to Jimin’s eyes. Jungkook is making him feel amazing but he needs him to touch him. The pressure in Jimin’s belly is driving him crazy.

“Please, please, please,” Jimin begs, hands fisting at the duvets to try to control himself, but Jungkook ignores him and moves to his other thigh. 

So Jimin takes matters into his own hand and grabs Jungkook by the hair.

They look at each other for a moment.

And then Jungkook drops his mouth open.

“Fuck,” Jimin guides Jungkook to his cock and does his best to rub the head against his tongue, but Jungkook doesn’t help. His expression is neutral but Jimin can see the amusement in his eyes and it frustrates him even more.

So he keeps Jungkook’s head firm and finally manages to thrust the head into his mouth. It feels so warm and wet Jimin feels himself leaking into Jungkook’s mouth. But Jungkook doesn’t lick it up, he lets it drip onto Jimin’s belly and it’s so sexy Jimin can’t hold himself back anymore. 

He doesn’t move his hips this time, he simply grabs Jungkook’s hair and forces him to take his cock. 

“Shit,” Jimin cries, watching his wet cock disappear in and out of Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook still doesn’t cooperate, but his eyes are watering and the gurgling noises his throat is making are enough. He looks so sexy and feels so wet Jimin could cum from this alone.

But he doesn’t wanna cum yet.

“Please fuck me,” Jimin begs with no shame and releases Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook nods and slips off Jimin's cock with a wet slurp. It causes Jimin to shiver pathetically, but it doesn’t stop Jungkook from reaching for the lube and a condom to place them next to them.

He kneels in front of Jimin to take his clothes off more comfortably but it only causes Jimin to wrap a hand around his cock desperately. The relief feels amazing and thankfully Jungkook doesn’t say anything about it because it’s so hard for Jimin to stay still when he can see the outline of Jungkook’s big cock through his sweats. His messy hair, swollen lips, perked nipples, big pectorals, and washboard abs don’t help either.

Jungkook is perfect.

So of course Jimin releases a high-pitched moan when Jungkook takes his sweats off and his cock bobs against his abs.

Jimin has to close his mouth to stop himself from drooling but it’s so hard. Jungkook’s cock is red and wet and Jimin needs him inside.

But Jungkook starts touching himself instead.

Jungkook hisses when he wraps a hand around his cock, but the dryness doesn’t stop him, he just takes deep breaths as he tugs at himself, his eyes never leaving Jimin.

And they’ve done this before. Touching themselves while looking at each other.

It’s way too hot.

So hot Jimin is afraid he’ll cum.

Jungkook seems to notice because he stops touching himself and leans on his haunches to beckon Jimin with a finger. 

Jimin doesn’t hesitate to move. He’s on Jungkook’s lap in seconds, both of them groaning once their cocks meet, but Jungkook is a man on a mission. He grabs the lube and pours the substance over his fingers, not letting Jimin fall by using his free hand to hold the small of his back.

“You ready, doll?” Jungkook whispers, his breath hot over Jimin’s lips. Jimin just hums with half-lidded eyes and loops his arms around Jungkook’s neck to prepare himself.

Jungkook starts by brushing his asscheeks with wet fingertips and even squeezing at the thick flesh, a groan leaving his mouth once he slaps Jimin’s ass.

Jimin shivers violently when Jungkook starts circling his sensitive rim, but Jungkook doesn’t let it distract him. He kisses Jimin just as he pushes the first finger inside and yet it’s not enough to cover Jimin’s loud moan.

Jungkook is only one finger in and Jimin already feels so close. He doesn’t know how much longer he’ll hold.

Jimin feels even more desperate when he looks down and spots the birthmark under Jungkook’s pectoral.

He needs him. 

“Another one. I’ll be fine, c’mon,” Jimin complains after Jungkook thrusts his finger a couple of times.

Jungkook listens, and so then Jimin loses control of his body.

Jimin can’t manage to close his mouth as Jungkook scissors his slender fingers inside him. He rubs his sensitive walls with his fingertips and even curls his fingers to jab at his prostate and drive him insane. Not that Jimin needed that, he’s already fucking himself on Jungkook’s long fingers like his life depends on it. And when Jungkook is finally three fingers deep in him, Jimin almost cums.

“I’m ready,” Jimin looks into Jungkook’s eyes to be even more convincing. “Need you now.”

Jungkook pecks him in response and then slips his fingers out with a loud squelch that makes him blush, but he still manages to help Jimin lie down over the duvets.

Jimin holds his wrist when he sees him grabbing the condom.

“Can you—?” Jimin gulps, but Jungkook just watches him with attentive eyes. “Do we need a condom? ‘Cause I don’t.”

“I don’t either,” Jungkook whispers, but Jimin can see his chest fall and rise faster. “Don’t wanna use it?”

“I want to feel you properly.”

“Me too,” Jungkook throws the condom somewhere on the couch and then grabs the lube to kneel in between Jimin’s spread thighs. His eyes dance over Jimin’s body as he spreads the lube over himself, his hand tugging at his sensitive skin with loud, wet slaps that make the coiling in Jimin’s belly tighten. When Jungkook is done, he lays his body atop of Jimin’s, their bodies fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle. 

When Jungkook guides his cock to Jimin’s ass, he stays there for a while, with the head pressed against the rim while Jimin clenches on nothing, desperately trying to suck him in with needy whimpers. But when Jungkook starts pushing inside, Jimin isn’t ready.

Jimin’s mouth drops open when he feels Jungkook’s cockhead slipping inside him, so hard and wet that his toes curl. Jimin can feel him throbbing the deeper he pushes in, can feel Jungkook leaking inside him as he clenches his jaw, obviously trying to control himself as he loses himself in his body. But Jimin can’t control himself. The burning and coiling in his belly are too much and his cock is twitching and leaking because Jungkook is so big and he can feel the veins of his cock when he finally bottoms out and then he’s so full.

Jimin cums.

He convulses and clamps down on Jungkook’s cock as he releases over his stomach, his entire body shaking and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he rides out his orgasm. Jimin can’t see Jungkook, but he can hear him groaning and feel him squeezing his waist way too hard, and yet he’s still cumming. Toes curling, the pressure in his belly unfolding, and whines falling out of his lips until his body finally relaxes.

“Fuck, hyung,” Jungkook grunts, and only then Jimin opens his eyes. Jungkook is staring at the mess over Jimin’s stomach with a trembling hand over his skin. “Shit.”

“You can start now,” Jimin gasps out, wrapping his arms around Jungkook. “I can take it. Show me how much you love me.”

“I will.”

Jungkook pulls out until only the head is inside and then thrusts back inside with a force that jostles Jimin greatly. And it’s overwhelming, being so full, feeling the constant drag of Jungkook’s big cock over his sensitive walls, feeling like the fire in his abdomen will consume his body until he’s nothing but gray ashes.

But Jimin wouldn’t mind dying like this; being consumed by Jungkook.

Jungkook’s thrusts are deep and strong, but not fast, he’s feeding Jimin his whole cock while maintaining a rhythm that makes him see stars. He’s gasping above him, staring into Jimin’s eyes as he fucks him, and it’s so sexy Jimin gets hard again in no time. Jungkook feels it when it happens, he whines and presses even closer so Jimin’s cock is trapped in between their stomachs to give it the friction it needs. 

It feels amazing.

Since they are so close to the fireplace, Jungkook is sweating a lot. His hair is drenched and so are their bodies, slick and hot as they move together. It’s so slippery Jungkook has trouble holding Jimin’s thigh to his body, but when he does, he squeezes hard. Jimin wishes he could see the bruises the next morning, so he settles on marking Jungkook instead. He digs his nails into his back every time he pushes his cock inside and uses his free hand to grab his jaw and make Jungkook suck on his finger.

Jimin only breaks eye contact to look at Jungkook’s body instead. He sees his bulging biceps and pecs, the hickies on his neck, his small waist, his abs, the motion of his hips, and then he finally sees where they are connected. It’s so sexy Jimin is sure he’s drooling, but it’s hard to control himself when he can see Jungkook’s glistening cock slipping in and out of him in languid thrusts. 

“You’re so good,” Jungkook gasps out around Jimin’s finger. Jimin looks back at him. “So tight, darling. You’re making me feel so good.”

“Yeah?” Jimin whines, his cock twitching with the praise. He’s not surprised he feels so aroused, not when Jungkook is fucking him so good.

“Hm,” Jungkook nods and leans down to kiss him hungrily, Jimin following him as best he can. “You were made for me. So fucking perfect on my cock.”

“Shit,” Jimin’s whole body trembles when he hears the filth spilling out of Jungkook’s mouth. “Ah, tell me more.”

Jungkook leans down to whisper in Jimin’s ear and almost drives another orgasm out of him due to how hot he sounds. It gets even harder to hold back when Jungkook hooks the back of Jimin’s knees over the insides of his elbows to fold him in half.

Jungkook kisses him again, but this time Jimin can’t respond, high-pitched uh-uh-uh’s leaving his lips every time Jungkook pushes his cock back inside. It’s so overwhelming Jimin is pulling at Jungkook’s drenched hair now, legs kicking under him due to how stimulated he is. But Jungkook just keeps going, rhythm agonizingly slow and deep even when they both know he’s desperate to go harder. Jimin knows it because Jungkook feels so hard inside him and the slap of his balls against his ass feels heavier, filling the room with fleshy, wet claps that make him groan.

“Yes—yes—yes,” Jimin sobs with every thrust, head thrown back against the duvet now. He can’t keep his eyes open anymore, not when he feels drunk on the arousal in Jungkook’s scent.

“Look at me,” Jungkook grabs his jaw and Jimin’s eyes fly open immediately. “Look at me while I make love to you.”  

The order makes Jimin clench around Jungkook with a whine and Jungkook’s pace stutters, his cock twitching inside. He stops moving.

“What is it?” Jimin gulps, grabbing Jungkook’s sweaty face into his hands.

Jungkook doesn’t reply, he just stares at Jimin for a while, and Jimin understands.

His eyes tell.

“I love you too,” Jimin whispers, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach to make eye contact.

Jungkook smiles and Jimin swears he feels his dead heart skip a beat. Jungkook looks like an angel even like this; sweaty hair, flushed skin, swollen lips, gorgeous.

Jungkook leans down and kisses him, slowly this time, just like the pace of his hips. He’s buried to the hilt now, grinding in Jimin’s ass with skillful hip rolls, and kissing him so lovingly tears slip out of Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, darling,” Jungkook leans down to leave a kiss over the locket, the tender touch over Jimin’s chest making him shudder. “Mine.”

“I belong to you,” Jimin promises and pulls away to make eye contact. “And you belong to me.”

“I love you,” Jungkook murmurs. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Jimin whispers, now meeting Jungkook’s thrusts. He wants to be full of him. Of his love.

They kiss passionately, with their legs tangled and their hands running over each other’s bodies. And together, they are one.

Jimin feels his orgasm building up slowly this time, like waves crashing against the shore, just like the way they are moving. And Jimin knows Jungkook is close, too, his moans and whines are high-pitched and his cock feels even bigger inside him, swollen with the need to burst.

“You’re perfect,” Jungkook breathes into his mouth and pulls away to nose at his cheek, at his neck, and Jimin feels his eyes burning with unshed tears. It reminds him of the time where Jungkook used to scent him.

So Jimin hugs him and kisses him again.

Jungkook can barely follow the kiss, he’s gasping as he thrusts inside him, still slow and deep, and grabbing Jimin’s asscheeks to make him meet his thrusts. Jimin digs his heels into Jungkook’s ass to try to force him deeper even though he knows it’s impossible, but he has to try. He wishes they could become one forever.

He doesn’t want to be away from Jungkook again.

“I love you,” Jimin cries, leaving kisses all over Jungkook’s flushed face. His fingers are tangled in Jungkook’s sweaty hair as tears slip past his cheeks. “So, so much.”

Jungkook can’t speak, not when he’s so close, but he still manages to nod as he looks at Jimin’s face with unfocused eyes. So Jimin takes his deep thrusts with his mouth hanging open and nails digging into his biceps as he’s jostled up over the duvets.

Jimin is on fire. 

Jungkook buries his face in Jimin’s neck and holds his waist, desperately chasing his orgasm. And Jimin isn’t any better now, the thrusts are so powerful he knows he probably sounds like he’s getting murdered, but it’s okay because he knows Jungkook loves how loud he is.

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin,” Jungkook chants his name between heavy breaths, and Jimin grabs his face to look at him.

Jungkook starts cumming the moment they make eye contact.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook sobs, his body shaking and his cock twitching inside Jimin, filling him up with his release.

And so Jimin cums alive under his hands.

His back arches over the bed and his lips open in a silent moan, his cum bursting in between their stomachs again. Jungkook fucks him through it, the slide so loud and wet Jimin’s toes curl against his calves. He feels like he’s floating, his body is relaxed, and his mind filled only with Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook.

This is what being human feels like.

“… Tired,” is what Jimin catches when he comes back to himself. His vision becomes focused again and finds a panting Jungkook looking into his eyes. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too,” Jimin grins happily and Jungkook smiles before leaning down to kiss him.

“You’re so amazing, fuck. So, so good,” Jungkook groans, pulling away to leave kisses over Jimin’s face. “Don’t know how I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you now.”

“That good, huh?” Jimin grins cheekily and Jungkook just hums and kisses him again. Jimin grabs his face and kisses him back, prying his lips open with his tongue to take his time. “You were amazing too. The best.”

Jungkook is exhausted, so they decide to cuddle for a while, and then Jungkook carries a giggling Jimin to the bathroom. They take a bath illuminated by scented candles and kiss during most of it, too happy to keep their hands off each other.

The fireplace runs so hot Jungkook only wears pajama pants and Jimin wears a white t-shirt of his. Jungkook sleeps on his back with Jimin on top of him, his hands securely holding his waist all night.

Jimin falls asleep with his ear pressed to Jungkook’s heart.

But he doesn’t wake up like that.

He wakes up on his side, with a sleeping Jungkook grinding over his ass and a muscled arm circling his waist.

Jimin wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day.

“Morning,” Jungkook’s voice is raspy when he whispers in Jimin’s ear.

“You’re awake,” Jimin murmurs.

“Hm,” he kisses Jimin’s neck, now grinding his hips with purpose. His hand slips down Jimin’s abs to grab his cock and Jimin moans when he feels it. “Wanna wake up too?”

Jungkook raises the shirt to his waist, opens him up with hurried fingers, and then slips inside him, both of them moaning loudly when they are finally connected. Jungkook mouths at Jimin’s neck and tugs at his cock as he fucks him, and Jimin loves every second of it.

The electricity is back when they start making breakfast, but they still go back to cuddling as soon as they’re done. They spend the whole day talking, watching TV, and kissing without bothering to wear proper clothing.

It comes in handy when Jimin goes to fetch Jungkook a glass of water and the latter corners him against the counter. Jimin lets him kiss his neck, then his back, and then Jungkook is on his knees, fucking Jimin open with his tongue and fingers to prepare him for his cock. Jimin can’t feel his legs by the time Jungkook is fucking him with ruthless thrusts.

They spend the next day like that too. Kissing, talking, fucking, and watching TV without needing to go outside. 

When it’s time for Jimin to go home, their goodbye kiss runs long. They only stop because Jungkook has to go pick up Noori and Dog.

It’s safe to say they can’t keep their hands off each other anymore.

Because after that weekend, they take advantage of every second they have alone.

And sometimes they aren’t completely alone.

Last week, Jimin sat atop of Jungkook’s desk with a tie in his mouth to try to muffle his moans, but he could still hear them bouncing off the walls of the office. Jungkook was even playing his favorite The Rolling Stones album to try to drown out the sound of his balls hitting Jimin’s ass every time he fucked his cock back inside, but Jimin could still hear it and it was so hot he was drooling all over the tie. The fact that Jungkook was only wearing a white t-shirt with the mechanic jumpsuit hunched over his ankles while Jimin was completely naked didn’t help their arousal either.

It’s also safe to say they both have a thing over fucking in semi-public places now.

What’s not safe is having sex on the side of a deserted highway. But it’s dark and there’s no one around, so of course Jimin is riding Jungkook in his car. 

Jungkook did say Jimin’s car was sexy.

The pace is as sloppy as their kiss, but they don’t mind, not when they are so lost in each other. The air is humid and the slide is so wet they can hear it. It’s way too hot.

“I’m close, doll,” Jungkook warns between kisses and Jimin just nods because he doesn’t want to stop kissing him. He’s holding Jungkook’s face while Jungkook plays with his asscheeks and helps him take his cock. 

“You can cum, it’s okay,” Jimin reassures him, now riding his cock with purpose. He wants to make Jungkook cum.

Jungkook pulls out just in time to release all over Jimin’s abs and crotch, and Jimin takes advantage of it. Seeing Jungkook cumming is so hot he’s tugging at himself desperately now, hips losing control as he chases after his orgasm.

And Jungkook just watches him. He watches Jimin pleasuring himself with heavy-lidded eyes, his flushed chest rising and falling harshly as he recovers from his orgasm. He seems to like it too much, because he suddenly slips inside Jimin again, a hiss falling out of his mouth due to how oversensitive he is.

“Use me. C’mon.”

That’s all permission Jimin needs before he’s bouncing on his cock like his life depends on it. And he knows it’s probably hurting Jungkook, so he just bounces faster to take advantage that he’s still hard, and then he cums.

“Oh, shit,” Jimin bites into his own hand when he feels his fangs slipping out. Jungkook shushes him and rubs his back as Jimin shakes and releases all over him. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

Jungkook giggles and kisses his cheek before pulling back to look at him. His eyes are sparkly as he tenderly rubs Jimin’s cheekbone. “You make me feel young.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin frowns, now playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I told you. I felt like I had to grow up too quickly, being a dad and stuff… But, I dunno, I feel like a silly teenager when I’m with you,” he explains with blushing cheeks, and Jimin coos before he kisses him.

“If this is your way of telling me you’re madly in love with me, I already know.”

Jungkook tickles Jimin in response and Jimin just laughs and takes it, too in love to pretend to hate it.  They kiss and cuddle until they’re finally ready to go home.

Which is Jungkook’s house of course.

But it also feels like Jimin’s. He sleeps over there nearly every night now.

“How was she?”

Jungkook asks Khadija, Noori’s aunt, as soon as they step into the house. He asked her to babysit Noori tonight so he and Jimin could go out. They went out for dinner to celebrate their sixth-month anniversary tonight.

“An angel of course,” Khadija grins and stands from the couch. “She’s been asleep for the past hour. Did you guys have fun? It looks like it,” she wriggles her eyebrows, nodding at the hickey on Jungkook’s neck.

“Ah, don’t tease,” Jimin whines, hugging a blushing Jungkook.

“I’m not!” she winks at Jimin and he sticks his tongue out at her in response. It feels great to be able to joke around with her like this. Jimin was extremely nervous the first time they met but she’s always been very supportive of their relationship.

They chat for a while and then Jimin and Jungkook sneak into Noori’s room to wish her goodnight. She’s asleep through all of it, but they really missed her so it’s okay.

“I wanted to ask you something…” Jungkook asks once they are cuddling in bed.

“Yes?” Jimin mumbles, still playing with Jungkook’s earlobe. They are facing each other with their legs tangled and their bodies pressed together.

“I already asked Noori about it and she’s okay with it, so don’t worry about that, okay? And please know you can take your time to think about it and that you can say no and it won’t affect our relationship—”

“Jungkook,” Jimin interrupts his nervous rambling with an amused snort. “Spit it out.”

“Would you like to move in with us?”

A huge smile breaks out on Jimin’s face.

“Are you serious?! Of course I’ll move in with you guys! Yes, yes, yes!” Jimin squeals happily and then rolls over to place himself on top of Jungkook. He grabs Jungkook’s face and gives him a huge kiss that barely works out because Jungkook is giggling so much. “Oh, I’m so happy right now!”

“Really?” Jungkook grins, his hands now securely wrapped around Jimin’s hips. “I just want you to be 100% sure. This means you’ll probably co-parent with me all the time, you know? And I know this is probably not what you envisioned when you decided to travel the world—”

“Nope. It’s even better,” Jimin reassures him with a grin. “Pretty sure I’ve overstayed my VISA too. But I can get a job and apply for a work VISA and just—I want to be with you guys. Nothing would make me happier. Got it?”

“Got it,” Jungkook smiles and leaves a tender kiss over his lips. “I love you so much. You’re truly the best thing that has ever happened to me after Noori. I’m so grateful for you.”

“I wish I could put into words how much you mean to me because saying I love you doesn’t feel enough. But I love you. More than you’ll ever know,” Jimin whispers, his eyes flickering all over Jungkook’s beautiful face. “I really do.”

Kisses aren’t enough to express how they feel, so they make love again, and then they fall asleep wrapped around each other.

The next day, Jimin, Jungkook, and Noori make pancakes for breakfast together. Jungkook only breaks the news once they are sitting at the dining table.

“So…” Jungkook swallows his food and looks at Noori to speak, but he still holds Jimin’s hand with his free one. It makes Jimin melt. Jungkook knows him well. “Mimi and I talked and—he said yes. He’s going to move in with us.”

“Really?!” Noori squeals happily and Jimin nods with a huge grin. Then she jumps and Jimin is ready to catch her, already peppering kisses all over her face as she laughs. “I’m so happy!”

“Me too! We can play every day!” Jimin grins lovingly and Noori hums before hugging him again. 

After they are done eating, they watch a movie. And then Jungkook gets an idea.

“Wanna go ice skating?” he suddenly offers and Jimin and Noori don’t waste any time to nod. “Let’s go then, but dress warm! It’s freezing cold today.”

So they all get ready and Jungkook pets Dog and leaves food for him before they leave. They decide to take Jimin’s car since they don’t want to stop to get gas in Jungkook’s. 

Then it starts snowing.

The snow is heavy, blanketing the lone road and the bare trees so prettily the place looks out of a fairy tale. 

“This is probably the last snow,” Jungkook looks back to grin at Noori in the backseat and then turns to smile at Jimin. “We’ll ice skate while it snows. How cool is that?” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s hand to leave a warm kiss over it.

Jimin is so in love with him.

“Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Jungkook starts singing the minute he hears the first notes of the song playing on the radio.

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can’t help falling in love with you?” Jimin sings back and then Noori joins them.

Together, like a family, they sing the song that was playing when Jimin met Jungkook, when they first crashed into each other.

Jimin will remember this moment forever.

He’ll remember Noori’s loving voice singing in the backseat. He’ll remember the love threatening to burst out of his chest. He’ll remember Jungkook’s warm hand over his thigh.

He’ll also remember the moment Jungkook’s smile falls off his face and his big eyes fill with panic.

It happens quickly.

One minute they are smiling and singing and then the car slides off the road so suddenly Jungkook barely has any time to control it.

But even if it wasn’t, black ice is nearly impossible to master anyway.

Jimin’s 1973 Monte Carlo is destroyed the instant they crash into an old tree.

And for a moment, everything turns black.

When Jimin opens his eyes, his entire body is in pain.

He’s not in the car anymore, he’s lying on the icy road and he’s sure his leg shouldn’t be bent that way. But he also shouldn’t be smelling blood and fire.

“Fuck,” Jimin grunts, doing his best to sit on the ground. Since he’s a vampire, the dizziness fades quickly, but he still feels extremely disoriented. 

Then he looks around.

What’s left of his car is starting to go up in flames, and even then, the radio is still playing.

“Jungkook!” Jimin screams, gripping the melting snow on the ground in a desperate attempt to stay upright. “Jungkook!” 

Jimin screams until his face is soaked with tears and his throat feels raw.

And then he hears him.

It’s a mere whisper, but Jimin’s vampire ears pick it up.

“Hyung.”

Jimin finds Jungkook immediately.

He’s lying on his back about thirty feet away from him. His beautiful face is dirty and scratched, but the worst part is the pool of blood his body is lying on.

Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open, but he’s still reaching his hand out to him.

And even though the scene is horrifying, Jimin feels relieved.

Jungkook is still alive.

Jimin can save him this time. He’s never had that opportunity before.

With a pained grunt, Jimin manages to pop his femur back into place, and feels the bones and tissues healing immediately.

He can walk now, but when Jungkook sees Jimin getting on his knees, his brown eyes widen and then he’s shaking his head.

Slowly, but Jimin can see the desperation in it.

This time, Jungkook’s voice doesn’t come out, but he still mouths what he wants to say.

And Jimin doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get it until it’s Jungkook’s fourth time mouthing it.

“Noori.”

Noori.

Since Jimin feels less disoriented now, his nose picks up Noori’s scent first and then he hears her heartbeat.

Her extremely slow heartbeat.

Jimin turns and finds Noori lying about forty feet behind him.

Jimin is standing in the middle of Noori and Jungkook.

He has to make a decision.

He has to decide who he’ll go to first.

A sob bursts out of his throat and then he’s punching the ground, his frustrated tears mixing with the blood left from his now healed wounds.

When he looks up again, he meets eyes with Jungkook.

He’s crying too.

“Noori.”

He mouths the word again.

And it’s not fair.

Jimin has never had a chance to save Jungkook before. He’s always too late or it has already happened, and now that he has the chance to save him, Jungkook is asking him not to do it right away.

But Jimin has to. He’s never had this chance before, and maybe if he saves him now, the curse will be undone.

Jungkook will live past twenty-four and they’ll be together forever.

Jimin exhales and rises to his feet.

He reaches his destination in seconds.

“Oh, Noori,” Jimin holds her fragile body to his chest the second he reaches her.

She’s only five years old.

And she’s dying.

Her long hair is covered in blood and her cheeks are as pale as the snow that’s burning and melting right now.

“You’ll be okay, princess,” Jimin sobs and then bites into his wrist.

The moment he feels the venomous blood leaving his body, he presses the wound right over Noori’s pale lips.

“C’mon,” Jimin begs, shaking Noori’s head. He needs her to drink his blood. He needs her to live. “Please. Please,” he sobs.

But her breathing is too faint. Her heartbeat is too weak.

Until it isn’t.

He feels the life coming back to her body

Her breathing regulates, her heartbeat becomes strong, the color comes back to her skin, her wounds close and heal.

She breathes.

“You’re okay!” Jimin cries, hugging her tightly. He’s crying as he holds her unconscious body with trembling hands, overwhelmed with the relief he feels. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he kisses her hair without minding the blood. 

Noori is alive.

“Jungkook!” Jimin turns to look at Jungkook. “Noori’s okay!” he yells happily.

And Jungkook smiles.

Jimin sees the moment life leaves his eyes. He hears his last heartbeat.

It’s like Jungkook was waiting to know if his daughter was okay to leave.

He dies with a smile on his face.

“No, no, no,” Jimin places Noori on the ground and then runs to Jungkook.

To his body.

“My love,” Jimin’s knees give out when he finally reaches him. The pain in his chest is too much. It hurts too much. “Jungkook, wake up,” he sobs, holding Jungkook’s face with blood-stained hands.

But he doesn’t wake up.

“This isn’t fair!” Jimin yells at the sky, but the snow just keeps falling.

The world keeps moving even when Jimin’s is lying dead in his hands.

“Pup,” Jimin cries, leaning down to leave kisses all over his face.

Jungkook feels so cold.

Then We Belong Together by Ritchie Valens starts playing on the radio.

Mother is really mocking him this time.

It’s cruel.

“You can’t leave me,” Jimin begs, seeing his tears falling over Jungkook’s pale face. “We’re supposed to move in together, remember? Please don’t leave me!”

It’s desperate, but Jimin bites back into his wrist and then places the bleeding wound over Jungkook’s lips.

It slips right into his mouth and his throat, but Jungkook doesn’t react.

“Please.”

Nothing.

Jimin holds Jungkook’s face and breathes into his mouth.

But there’s no oxygen in Jimin’s body.

So he tries CPR next.

It doesn’t work either.

Jimin screams.

He buries his face in Jungkook’s chest and screams until he tastes blood in his throat.

“Take me with you,” Jimin begs and lies next to Jungkook, placing his head over his chest like he does every night.

He doesn’t hear his heartbeat this time.

Jungkook is gone.

Forever.

“Take me with you. I don’t wanna live without you, my love. Please.”

Jimin holds onto Jungkook and cries until they’re both covered in snow.

Jimin knows he has to get up when a snowflake melts in his tongue.

He turns and sees Noori covered in snow.

He can’t let her get hypothermia.

“Noori will be okay,” Jimin whispers to Jungkook even though he knows he can’t hear him. Jimin feels like he’s losing his mind. “I promise, okay?” Jimin smiles weakly, his hand trembling over Jungkook’s cheek. “I love you,” he sees his tears fall right over Jungkook’s skin before he leaves one last kiss over his lips. “I miss you.”

Then he rises to his feet.

He carries Noori’s unconscious body and leaves.

As he walks away, he sings the last notes of the song into Noori’s ear.

Yes, we belong together

For eternity

🧸

London, United Kingdom

March 12th, 1974

   I have met and fallen in love with him so many times one would think I could not be surprised anymore.

   Because though his personality always has small changes, he is always the same kind person, the man of my dreams, the love of my life. I have seen him live so many different lives I was confident nothing could shock me anymore.

And of course I was wrong.

   This Jungkook had a child.

   A five-year-old child that looked exactly like him.

   The mother died giving birth when they were just eighteen years old. Jungkook worked day and night to take care of their child ever since.

   And he was an amazing father.

   Such a great dad he spent our entire first date rambling about his daughter and he only let me meet her after our eighth date. He explained he only wanted the best people in his daughter’s life, someone who would stay.

   Those were the happiest months of my life.

   I met that Jungkook when he spilled coffee on me. I was so happy to see him I did not care about the heat, I was too focused on his nervous stuttering and blushing cheeks to care.

   We fell in love like that.

   And his daughter loved me too.

   I used to take her to the park and then we would play with her toys until she had to go to bed. The best part about those nights was Jungkook kissing me until we fell asleep.

   My favorite memory is Christmas Eve. When Jungkook let me carry Noori to place the star atop the Christmas tree and we spent the next morning playing in the snow.

   And months after, everything came crashing down.

   It was expected, but this time Jungkook left a mess so big I do not know what to do with the pieces.

   What do I do with Noori?

 “Jimin.”

Jimin closes his journal when he hears her voice.

“Yes?” Jimin looks behind him and finds Khadija resting her back against the wall. She looks especially pale in the black outfit she’s wearing.

“Noori won’t let me do her hair,” she sniffles discreetly, but Jimin can see her bloodshot eyes from here. “She wants you to do it.”

“Okay,” Jimin nods and then walks upstairs with the journal in his hand. He knocks on Noori’s bedroom door before he walks in. 

He finds her sitting on the floor in front of the mirror.

The black dress she’s wearing doesn’t look like her.

“Hey, princess,” Jimin whispers and Noori looks up immediately.

“Can you do my hair?” she whispers and her lip wobbles. “Like Appa used to.”

“Of course,” Jimin gulps and walks until he’s sitting behind her.

He doesn’t look great either. He’s thinner and so pale he looks like a ghost. The black suit isn’t helping.

He doesn’t remember the last time he fed.

But he still grabs the brush and starts brushing Noori’s hair with gentle hands.

Just like Jungkook used to.

“I think this is what you need,” Jimin mutters before rising from the floor.

He grabs a pink bow from her bedside drawer and sits back on the floor to place it on her head. She has her hair and bangs down now. He knows she likes it better that way.

“You look so pretty,” Jimin smiles at the mirror so Noori can see him. 

Jimin feels it when Noori starts crying. Her tiny shoulders are covered by a blazer that children should never use and yet Jimin can see her shaking clearly.

“Why did Appa have to leave?” Noori sobs, looking at Jimin through the mirror. 

Jimin feels tears slipping down his cheeks. 

He lets them fall.

“He didn’t,” he whispers, rubbing her shoulders. “He’ll never leave you. He’s always with you. I promise.”

“But I can’t see him,” she cries. “My mom left me too. Did I do something wrong?”

Jimin is going to puke.

But thankfully, Taehyung stops him from it.

He walks into the room, looking incredibly handsome in his suit, and gives Jimin a sad look.

“We have to go soon. Are you ready?”

Taehyung arrived two days ago. Five hours after the accident because he somehow felt Jimin’s pain. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year and yet Jimin had no reaction when he opened the door for him.

Jimin was drained at the moment.

Because he had walked all the way back to the house with Noori in his arms. He gave her more of his blood and then bathed her and changed her into clean clothes. When she woke up, he compelled her.

He made her believe they never went into the car with Jungkook.

He didn’t want her to have more traumatic memories.

He made her fall asleep again and then he took a shower and changed into new clothes. He laid next to her and waited for the call.

Pretending to be shocked wasn’t hard. He broke down nearly as badly as he did back at the accident site anyway.

But he doesn’t when they arrive at the cemetery.

Jimin has never seen Jungkook’s funeral before.

Noori breaks down for him. She’s inconsolable in his arms and doesn’t let anyone but Jimin touch her. Her grandparents weep even harder when she rejects them.

Jimin doesn’t deserve her love.

This is his fault after all.

Jimin closes his eyes and holds the locket so he doesn’t have to see Jungkook’s body in the casket. He’s glad he did because now the only memory haunting him when they get back to the house is the last time he kissed Jungkook’s dead lips.

“Taehyung is my cousin,” Jimin lies to Jungkook’s father. He hates the pity looks they’re all giving him. He doesn’t deserve them. “He actually came because there was a family emergency,” he lies and everyone knows he is.

They all know he’s running away, but they can’t blame him.

“I’ll write to you,” Jimin insists once he’s done packing the clothes he had in Jungkook’s house. He selfishly packed some of Jungkook’s shirts too. “I promise.”

“You’re leaving me too,” Noori sobs, hugging the wolf plushie to her chest.

“No, I’m not.”

He is.

Jimin hugs Noori tightly and lets his tears fall into her hair. He inhales her scent as she sobs on his shoulder.

He wishes he didn’t have to leave her.

But he has to. 

He’s a vampire and she’s human. He doesn’t want her to know about the supernatural world. He’d never do that to her.

Plus, she’s going to be better with her grandparents and Khadija. He knows it.

“I love you so much,” Jimin gasps out between sobs. He doesn’t want to leave her. “So, so much. You have no idea how much.”

“I l-love you too, Mimi,” Noori whispers, her tiny hands tightening their grip around him. “So don’t leave me. Please.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Jimin pulls back to make eye contact and almost breaks down again. He feels like he’s looking into Jungkook’s eyes. “I may not be here physically, but I’ll be there,” he nods at the wolf plushie she’s holding. “We can write letters to each other, hm? And I’ll call you. Every night. I promise,” Jimin holds out his pinky finger, and Noori sniffles before hooking their pinkies together. “My beautiful girl. I love you,” Jimin kisses her forehead and then hugs her again.

They stay like that for a while.

“Jimin,” Taehyung interrupts them again. “The taxi is here. Your suitcases are already in the trunk.”

Taehyung is such a good friend he packed all the important things Jimin had in the apartment. Jimin wishes Taehyung could’ve met Jungkook. Jungkook would’ve liked him.

“Okay, I’m coming,” Jimin sniffles and Taehyung nods before leaving. “Noori.”

Noori’s eyes go blank when Jimin’s pupils dilate.

“You never had nightmares about your dad dying. You’ll forget about them slowly and heal.”

“I never had nightmares about my dad dying. I’ll forget about them slowly and heal.”

Jimin doesn’t compel her to get over Jungkook's death. She’ll do that by herself. She’s strong and she has amazing people around her.

“Now come back.”

Noori comes back.

“Come to say goodbye?”

They walk downstairs holding hands. They don’t pull away even when Jimin is saying bye to Jungkook’s family.

“Goodbye, princess. I love you.”

Jimin hugs her one last time and slips into the taxi with Taehyung. 

Through the window of the taxi, Noori waves at him with tears in her eyes and Dog in her arms.

That’s the last time Jimin sees Noori in a long time.

The first few years after Jimin leaves, they talk every night. Then the calls turn into letters and they stop talking altogether when she turns fifteen.

Life gets busy at that age.

Noori reaches out again when she’s twenty-five.

“A wedding invitation,” Jimin holds the letter with trembling hands. Taehyung looks at him with wary eyes from his seat at the dining table. “It was sent three weeks ago. She’s getting married next week, Taehyung,” he sits on the couch and holds his head in his hands. “Fuck.”

When Jimin and Noori used to send letters regularly, she always sent them to the house he has in Seoul. He only comes to Seoul once a year now. He’s lucky he didn’t find the invitation when it was too late.

“Are you going?” Taehyung sits next to him.

“I wish, but… She can’t see me, Taehyung,” Jimin sighs. “Fuck. She’s getting married, Tae. Last time I saw her she was five years old. I can’t believe she invited me—what the hell should I do?” he turns to look at Taehyung.

“I think that you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t go.”

So Jimin does.

He hides from everyone that knew him and watches the ceremony with teary eyes. Noori has turned into a beautiful woman and her husband seems to be a great man. Jimin wishes he didn’t have to hide just so he could do his part and threaten him if he ever hurt her.

And Jimin didn’t plan on doing this either, but he has to.

He sneaks into the bridal suite before Noori leaves for the after-party.

When Noori sees him, it’s obvious she doesn’t recognize him at first, so Jimin covers her mouth with his hand and then looks at her with dilated pupils.

“I’m Jimin. You won’t notice I didn’t age. You’ll forget this happened after I leave through the door. Don’t be scared.”

“You’re Jimin. I won’t notice you didn’t age. I’ll forget this happened after you leave through the door. I won’t be scared.”

“Now come back.”

Noori blinks and then Jimin sees the recognition filling her eyes.

“Jimin?” Noori whispers. “You came?”

“Of course I did.”

Noori flings herself into his arms and Jimin starts tearing up the moment he wraps his arms around her waist.

“You’re so old now,” he chuckles and Noori releases a wet laugh on his shoulder. “And your makeup actually looks good now.”

“Hey,” she pulls back to slap his arm and then tucks her brown hair behind her ears. “It doesn’t anymore. This is your fault,” she chuckles, doing her best to fix her running makeup.

“You still look beautiful. You look like the princess you are,” Jimin whispers, eyes watering again once he takes another look at her pretty dress.

“Thank you,” Noori smiles softly. “I’m so happy you came. I know we haven’t talked in a really long time but… I never forgot about you. And I’m just so surprised you’re here ‘cause I didn’t even know if you were still alive,” she chuckles nervously.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Jimin smiles. “Now tell me about your husband?”

They sit and Noori talks about her husband. She tells him they met when she started college but she only let him “put a ring on it” when she was done with her Masters's degree. She tells him she feels like he’s the one for her and Jimin hopes he is.

She tells him about the last ten years of her life and how happy she’s been. Jungkook’s mother is still alive and Noori made Khadija her bridesmaid.

“Your father would be so proud of you,” Jimin whispers with difficulty.

Noori smiles with sad eyes. “I know.”

When Jimin says goodbye to her, his heart breaks after Noori asks him to keep in touch.

He doesn’t see her again.

🧸

The Rockefeller Christmas tree is… Okay.

Jimin has seen better.

The tree is not as amazing as Taehyung promised it would be, but it’s nice enough. It’s 1997 and Jimin had never gone to New York City during the holidays before. Taehyung insisted saying it was a must. And maybe it is.

Even when Jimin is alone and surrounded by thousands of people.

Because apparently Taehyung really needed a hotdog.

“Excuse me.”

Jimin freezes when he turns and finds him.

His coat is covered in the snow falling from the sky, but he doesn’t seem to be too cold since Jimin can still see tattoos peeking from his clothes. His black-brown hair is pulled into a ponytail and he wears a cheeky smile on his flushed face.

Gorgeous.

“Can you take a photo of me?” he nods at the huge Christmas tree behind him and snaps the pink bubblegum in his mouth.

“S-Sure,” Jimin says even though he’s afraid the butterflies in his stomach will burst out of his mouth.

“Thanks,” he grins and passes Jimin a Polaroid camera.

Jimin freezes when he holds it.

“What camera is this?” he looks back at him with shaking eyes.

“It’s an SX-70 Polaroid. It’s used, got it from a vintage store down in SoHo. Like it?” 

Jimin feels like he’s floating.

But he still manages to nod.

Without minding the people, the man strikes silly poses in front of the camera and Jimin laughs through all of it. His personal favorite is the one where he’s doing finger guns.

“What do you think? Do I look good?” he boldly asks Jimin once the photos are ready.

“I mean, yeah,” Jimin would’ve been blushing if he could, so he’s playing with the locket hanging from his neck instead. It comforts him.

“Good enough to go out on a date with me?” he grins and nods at the ice rink.

Jimin blinks.

“What? Now?” 

“Why not? We can go ice skating!” he nods at the rink excitedly. “And it’s snowing! How cool is that? I mean, it’s very romantic, don’t you think so?” he winks, still chewing on his gum.

“You don’t even know my name,” Jimin is very flustered. The man’s confidence is extremely sexy. 

“I don’t. But you look like the love of my life,” he smiles jokingly and Jimin wants to scream. And kiss him a little. “What’s the love of my life’s name, huh?”

“Jimin,” he answers embarrassingly fast, but he doesn’t regret it once the man laughs with sparkly eyes.

“Well,” he walks closer to look down at Jimin with a small smile. “I’m Jungkook. Would you like to go out on a date with me, Jimin?”

Jimin smiles.

“I’d love to.”

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading!

This fic was a challenge because I’m not a fan of kids AND Christmas stuff, I hope it wasn't noticeable though lmao ALSO this is the fluffiest thing I've written (ignore JK's death) and it was actually so fun! I hope it didn't bore you and that you guys liked it! Please tell me what you thought of it if you did🥺

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