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Park Jimin tends to appear quite expensive, maybe has this knack for giving off the impression that he's someone famous whenever he goes out (or at least be able to trick the people around him into thinking that he's someone important). He isn't sure how it happens but his best friend Kim Taehyung says it’s mostly because Jimin keeps in style, knows how to sway his hips at the right time, knows how to speak to others that are more important than him in order to get what he wants.

It’s a talent, apparently, at least according to Taehyung.

And Taehyung also likes to remind Jimin that he's quite irresistible, and that most guys have a hard time saying no.

This has constantly given Jimin the upper hand in most, if not all, social situations. And it gives him this outlet to make his own decisions on who he wants to spend his time with.

So tonight, after an agonizing four hours at Kindergarten coupled with four more hours of afternoon classes at college, Jimin is finally home blaring music while applying his makeup in the bathroom of his apartment and getting completely dolled up for Jungkook tonight.

An actual date.

It's sort of surreal, only because Jimin doesn't go on dates - ever. In fact, he really can't even remember the last time he let any guy take him somewhere alone and intimate in an emotional sense, even something simple like dinner. If there was a guy he was interested in meeting (whether he found them on some dating website or elsewhere), then they'd agree to meet up at a party or a club and then take it from there.

Against popular belief to those people who liked to place Park Jimin right into a small little box of dramatic stereotypes, Jimin doesn't need to be dined or spoiled, and he's really not into guys that try to impress him in those ways. He doesn't need expensive gifts or shiny things or a goddamn sugar daddy at that. At the end of the night, Jimin can take care of himself if he has to, and he most definitely does not let guys take him on dates.

Dates are too intimate. Dates mean that feelings have the potential to evolve and blossom into a distraction from his studies. Dates only lead to awkward conversations down the road where Jimin has to tell them that he's just not interested. Because he has a plan for his senior year, one that he’s had for years now that solely involves focusing on school, excelling at his part-time work at the Kindergarten class so he secures a job at the end of the year, and partying on the weekends with Taehyung the exact same way it’s been since his ex boyfriend during Freshmen year.

So why he's going out with Jeon Jungkook tonight is truly beyond him.

When the moments were quiet today, Jimin will not deny the fact that he was having a small crisis. He could literally feel his head slipping into destructive thoughts of cancelling the date and just sticking to his normal routine and not going out with Jungkook so he didn’t further complicate his life. But then he’d think about the way they kissed, how stupid and giddy Jungkook made him feel after planning the date today, how Jungkook’s smile is like watching an actual ray of sunshine explode right in front of him. And those feelings are also very stubborn and difficult to deny.

Regardless, Jimin’s day was busy, and after school Jimin started throwing his clothes around the room trying to pick out the perfect outfit.

 

 

Jimin likes casual, believe it or not. He likes lazy days and not having to put in his contacts or apply his makeup. He likes simple lunches with friends and strolling around without having to get dressed up. But he also likes his nightlife, enjoys the loud music and the overpriced drinks and the exciting clubs. And then during the day he likes his schoolwork, he likes the professional atmosphere and studying and making something of himself. So Jimin likes to think that he has many hats, hats that he feels comfortable in. And hopefully, one day at least, he’ll find someone who enjoys them too.

Jimin runs a layer of gloss on his lips, smacks them and enjoys the color of this particular shade that makes him look even more kissable than he already is. Even though Jungkook said to dress casual, Jimin couldn’t deny a bit of smokey eye-shadow, a small trace of eyeliner, and maybe a little blush just to keep his color fresh. Needless to say, Jimin’s been getting ready for about two hours now, and no he's not some drama queen diva or anything but maybe he lost track of time in the process. He hears his phone chiming to interrupt his music and realizes that Jungkook is waiting for him downstairs.

He slips into his boots and checks his hair one more time in the mirror, loving how the strands of silver are starting to mix with his light shades of natural brown if he looks close enough. He had picked out a white button up with a small blue print design and dark blue jeans, a silver belt and his many, many accessories. The shirt keeps him slim at his waist, the jeans make his ass look phenomenal, and while Jimin sort of hates his shorter size sometimes the boot always gives him just a little bit more height.

He takes in a deep breath and exhales loudly in hopes of dismissing the nerves before locking up the apartment and skipping down the steps.

When he sees Jungkook parked right out front of the complex leaning against his ridiculous car with his ankles crossed, arms over his chest, head sort of tilted to the side and dressed the way he is, well - Jimin just sort of loses all sense of reality.

It's like someone just vacuumed the air out of his lungs, replaced it with stupid and silly feelings that he didn't exactly ask the universe for in the first place.

He’s wearing a goddamn leather jacket and that’s all Jimin can focus on for several seconds that feels like ten years. It’s matched with his light, faded jeans and a white shirt underneath and big black buckled boot, and Jimin thinks he looks so fucking fine.

Shit.

"Hey," Jungkook is smiling fully and gives Jimin this little wave with just his fingers as Jimin manages to make it down the rest of the steps in one piece and not embarrassing himself by falling or something like that.

"Hey, yourself."

Jimin wants to immediately devour him. Or rather, he wants to be devoured by Jungkook's body again - his mouth, his tongue, his everything.

"You look nice," Jungkook compliments like the good date he is, eyes noticeably scanning Jimin up and down as Jimin steps closer.

"Not so bad yourself," Jimin tongues at the roof of his mouth. "The car still helps, I think."

Jungkook smiles again and it’s shy, sort of endearing. "Don't be too impressed, my dad bought it for me."

"I didn't even say anything," Jimin laughs. "It's not like I've never seen it before."

"Yeah, but you probably think I'm just some typical rich kid, right? Rich kid with a nice rich kid car?"

"You're literally just making fun of yourself right now," Jimin shakes his head. "But it's good to know that your dad is loaded."

"I'm glad I can impress you in that sense, at least," Jungkook says and then he's quiet again, his eyes just tracing the outline of Jimin's body in the most obvious way.

"Should I be worried that you're looking at me like this already? This is the same look you gave me when we first met in that club," Jimin giggles.

"Hard not to look at you," Jungkook swipes his tongue over his lips, pushes up from the car almost as he's forcing himself to get it together. "Ready to go?"

Jimin nods and Jungkook is opening the passenger door for him, and as Jimin slips by him he gets a nice whiff of Jungkook's cologne. It's intoxicating.

Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot and heads onto the highway.

"So are you the type of guy to just take your dates anywhere without telling them? Is it that big of a surprise?" Jimin lightly teases as he gets comfortable in his seat.

"You act like I go on a thousand dates a month or something," Jungkook counters. "I really don't date that much, actually."

"I don't believe that," Jimin sighs cutely. "You got this whole thing about you."

"Thing?" Jungkook questions.

"Yeah, it's like, how do I explain it," Jimin thinks for a second. "You're really sly, smooth talker. Always got something to say that's pretty cheesy."

"That just means I'm good with words and conversation, Jimin. That doesn't mean I go on a bunch of dates and pick up guys every weekend unlike some people I know," Jungkook says.

"Believe what you want," Jimin says back and plays with the strands of his silver hair. "No one has been able to swoon me enough to go on a date in like two years but here we are, driving in your rich kid car and heading off to some unknown place on a Friday night."

"Literally you told me to take you out."

"And what, you didn't want to?"

Jungkook shakes his head, steals a glance at Jimin before putting his eyes back on the road. "I didn't say that."

"Okay fine, you're right. Maybe it wasn't your words that got me on this date," Jimin continues to aimlessly argue. He reaches his hand out to play with the zipper on Jungkook’s leather jacket, then leans in further to press his mouth right against his ear. "Maybe it was just your massive dick."

Jimin swears he sees Jungkook blush, and it's probably the most endearing thing that Jimin has ever fucking seen. He loves how worked up he can get, and Jimin is one to tug and press buttons, regardless if it's a late night lover or even his friends for that matter. Honestly, he's not one to be very serious. He likes to have a good time, goof off and not be uncomfortable. Usually Jimin is immediately relaxed with anyone he meets, treats them like he's known them for years already.

Why should Jungkook be any different?

"I have a hard time believing you went on this date because of my dick."

"You don't know me," Jimin practically sing-songs as he sits back in his seat practically. "Don't act like you do."

"If all we talk about tonight is my dick or how expensive my car is, how will I ever get to know you otherwise?" Jungkook plays along with the conversation, and he's pulling off the highway into the city now as Jimin continues to tease at him from his place in the seat.

"Don't be so serious," Jimin fakely whines. "I’m just teasing. Besides, you know plenty of things about me."

“Like what, exactly?”

“You know I’m an only child. You know I like cats. You know that I want to visit Paris,” Jimin starts to list off the random things they had talked about while they fooled around on the floor of his apartment two weekends ago. “Maybe some other things.”

“I guess you’re right,” Jungkook nods as he continues to drive. “Do you remember anything about me?”

“Of course,” Jimin says confidently then fidgets with his nails. “I remember that you hadn’t gotten laid in like a year.”

“And?” Jungkook urges and Jimin chews on his lip trying to suppress a giggle. He tries to reflect on the night and that very distinct moment where Jungkook was sharing all his little secrets but Jimin draws a blank. Jugnkook scoffs. “Really?”

“I’m sorry!” Jimin lets out his giggle and shakes at Jungkook’s arm. “I mostly just remember your fingers being up my ass.”

Jungkook shakes his head again as they make light conversation, and they continue through the city luckily having just missed late night traffic.

Jimin has been into his city a thousand times, and it's nice to live so close to it yet not in the heart of the congestion. He watches as the tall buildings that are lit up pass by and the many people that are dressed for a night on the town are walking arm in arm towards their destinations. They pass by the area where Jimin and Taehyung would normally spend most of their time and Jimin sees his favorite club down the road, frowns and wonders what sort of events they have going on tonight, and hopes he’s not missing out too much.

Jungkook pulls into a garage and pays the fee, finds a spot on the second level and parks. He goes to the other side to open the door for Jimin, and when Jimin steps out he releases a low whistle in a disapproval. The parking garage is nearly abandoned and it’s immediately scary. "This isn't creepy at all."

"Okay, do you even have a driver's license? A car? How did you get down to the city before when you were hitting up all your clubs and bars with Taehyung?” Jungkook asks as they start for the steps.

"I paid for cabs like a normal person. Who drives into the city, anyway? I hate garages, hate the smell," Jimin is looking around the parking garage dramatically and feels like someone is about to jump out and kill him. "This is how horror movies start, you know."

“Do you ever stop whining?” Jungkook teases and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“I’m not whining! I’m just stating facts!”

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin's and stops walking entirely, causing Jimin to do the same with a little squeal as well. Jungkook brings him close to his body so their fronts are touching, and Jimin chews on his lip as Jungkook swoops him right in his arms. "I'll protect you."

Jimin smiles at Jungkook’s comment with a snarky tone. "See? That's what I'm saying. Smooth talker."

Then Jungkook's mouth is on his before Jimin can say anything else, a powerful kiss that quite literally almost knocks Jimin right off his feet.

His hands grip onto the front of Jungkook's leather jacket for leverage, and Jungkook is kissing him deep, deeper, so hard that Jimin is leaning backwards in Jungkook’s arms. Jimin moans, he can't help it but feel his entire body tremble at the delicious sensation of Jungkook’s warm mouth and the swipe of his tongue over Jimin’s glossy lips. He can’t help how good he tastes, how enchanted he feels at being kissed this way in the middle of some scary garage.

Jungkook cups at Jimin’s jaw with one hand, tilts Jimin's neck upwards and brings him closer to his body to kiss him more.

"Should have just," Jimin breathes out in between Jungkook releasing his lips for barely a second, "stayed at my place."

“Been wanting to kiss you all fucking day,” Jungkook says and it sounds like a dream, somewhere far away that has Jimin’s knees shaking.

He's dizzy. How is he so dizzy by just a kiss?

Jungkook pulls away and wets at his already moist lips, eyes tracing every outline of Jimin's features on his face like he’s hypnotized or struck dumb. Jimin parts his mouth and greedily wants Jungkook to kiss him again. And for a second he swears that Jungkook just might, because his eyes are so obviously stuck right on Jimin’s mouth. Jimin hopes that the lipgloss he put on earlier keeps them looking delicious.

Jungkook speaks up with a slightly shaky sigh. "Come on."

Then he's moving, his hand slipping back into Jimin’s and just lightly leading him along, and Jimin stumbles a bit. Jimin tries to act cool and keep this facade of not being so impacted at just a fucking kiss from Jungkook (as if he didn't just make out with him earlier in front of the kindergarten building or got fucked by him two weekends ago). But he is.

Jimin touches at his mouth as they go and feels them tingle in the aftermath.

Together they find their way onto the sidewalk right outside of the garage. Jimin isn't familiar with this part of the city so he stays close to Jungkook, and for some reason he’s not really liking the fact that he’s not sure where he is. He keeps his hand locked tight within Jungkook’s as they go, sidestepping the many people in the city tonight that are having a good time.

Eventually, it seems that Jungkook's destination comes into view.

"An arcade?"

Jimin moves his eyes to Jungkook, and the younger boy is looking down at him with a boyish sort of smile that seems hopeful. He shrugs. “It’s cool, right?”

“Pretty sure you officially just lost all your cool points.”

“Wow, you’re mean,” Jungkook says with a pout. “Maybe I really like playing games and stuff, is that a problem?”

Jimin shakes his head. “No, of course not. Taehyung plays games too, even went to a few competitions during college and I supported him. I mean, I just don’t play them. That’s all.”

“Arcades are legit, though. You don’t have to worry about annoying thirteen year olds yelling at you through the internet,” Jungkook explains with facts.

“I get it, it’s just different,” Jimin gives a little smile that he hopes is encouraging, but Jungkook’s expression is doubtful and it starts to tug at Jimin’s heartstrings.

“Is it that lame?”

Jimin stops him out front of the arcade where he can already hear the many machines and games going off from inside. He fixes the collar of his button up underneath his jacket cutely. “It’s not lame. Okay? And you’re being sweet. I guess I’m just used to a different scene on the weekends, that’s all. You know, one that involves a lot of ridiculous drinking and men running around in harnesses and getting tequila slurped out of my belly button.”

Jungkook seems to feel better at what Jimin said (even though Jimin isn't exactly lying), and they go inside.

To Jimin’s surprise, the environment inside the arcade is actually sort of interesting. He was expecting some out dated place with just a bunch of snobby kids running around trying to win cheap prizes, with lots of screaming and crying, and definitely not a place that he’d like to be on a Friday night considering he teaches such kids nowadays. But instead, they have to show their ID at the door indicating they’re over eighteen, and Jimin is glad that he’ll at least be surrounded by adults and not hollering children.

Jungkook pays for their coins and Jimin pitches in, even though Jungkook tries to convince him otherwise. With their little pouches of fake money they start to make their way around to the first set of games.

Jimin finds out early that Jungkook is something else when it comes to playing any type of game. Whether it’s shooting monsters or flying an airplane in a simulator, to VR or anything in between, Jungkook learns the mechanics quick, pays attention to all of the details, and seems to have a really good time doing so.

Jimin wishes he could say the same.

“I really stink,” Jimin pouts as he drops his gun in the holder of one of the shooting games that he just wasted his coins on.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says bluntly and Jimin lightly smacks him. “You look really sexy though after dying right away, so that has to count for something.”

“We should find a slot machine. I’m much better at gambling than I am at shooting ghosts in a haunted house, apparently.”

“No slot machines here. Besides, I still can’t drink legally yet so I doubt they’d let me into a casino.”

Jimin chews on his tongue at the casual comment while Jungkook starts for the next game, a simple claw machine with some cute plushies inside. And god, he almost forgot that Jungkook is two years younger than him. Because he doesn’t act like it, necessarily, doesn’t even look it. Even while being silly and childish in an arcade on a Friday night, Jungkook seems mature and put together.

It really fucks Jimin up.

“Isn’t your birthday soon? I remember when we met that you told me it was in a few weeks.”

“It’s tomorrow,” Jungkook says as he slots his coins. The machine makes a bunch of dramatic noise and the lights flash on the backdrop.

Jimin’s brows raise as he leans against the glass with his arms crossed. “Really?”

“Yeah, my older brother and his friends are taking me out. My student mentor might be there too but I told him that it’s probably best if he didn’t see me in an irresponsible and drunken state. I’ll probably embarrass myself,” Jungkook responds and Jimin just watches as his eyes are big and focused while he maneuvers the claw over the plushies, a habit that Jimin has already picked up on. He’s so determined to win.

“That’s really nice,” Jimin smiles sweetly. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”

The lights start freaking out on the machine as Jungkook’s claw successfully drops the little plushie into the winning slot. He picks it up with a silly, lopsided grin, and Jimin just looks at him warmly. “Congrats.”

But then the plushie is shoved into Jimin’s hands, and Jimin tries to hide the embarrassed smile but fails miserably.

“Wow, this will probably get you laid tonight,” Jimin jokes, unable to stay serious even though his cheeks are flushing hot again. He plays with the little beak on the animal plushie and lets out a timid noise. “It’s cute.”

When Jimin looks up, Jungkook’s mouth is right there to kiss him just once, almost catches him off guard and Jimin only sighs afterwards. Then Jungkook is moving on to the next game, swaying his little coin pouch around in contemplation of what he wants to play, and Jimin lets out a big, agonizing breath before following behind him.

Eventually after spending the majority of their coins on various games and wanting to take a break, Jungkook orders them some food from the concession stands - a very classic dinner of chicken tenders and french fries.

And it’s just so casual.

Actually, it seems sort of perfect if Jimin allows his mind to wander in that direction. Jimin can’t help but think that Jungkook could have taken him to the most expensive place in the city, could have tried to impress him with flowers and wine and all sorts of pretty things, but here they are on a Friday night eating greasy fries and frozen chicken fingers, and Jimin couldn’t be more impressed.

It’s different.

When Jungkook chews, his mouth moves like an actual rabbit - front teeth making an epic appearance, jaw munching back and forth so quickly - and Jimin has never seen anything like it. He doesn’t know why but he thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen. Jimin swipes his thumb over Jungkook’s lip when some ketchup smears there. “You could have fooled me if you said you were turning twenty-one tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook chews again and shoves three more fries in his mouth. “Fried food is the best.”

“And you’re a nutrition major?” Jimin scoffs and nibbles on the fry regardless of what he just said.

“Just because I like to work out doesn’t mean I don’t like to eat. I love food.”

“I have to eat pretty healthy or else I’ll swell up like a balloon,” Jimin whines and Jungkook actually laughs out loud at this. He reaches over to pinch at Jimin’s cheek.

“Cute.”

“I’m not cute,” Jimin rolls his eyes and swats his hand away. “I’m incredibly sexy and very handsome, and probably way out of your league if we’re being honest.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jungkook laughs again. “Who talks about themselves like that?”

Jimin’s brows furrow with a small, vexing glare. “Me, I talk like this. Very colorfully and straight to the point.”

Jungkook re-dips his fries in ketchup and pops them in his mouth with a shrug. “Like I said. Cute.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and he’s had his phone on silent for the night but it’s been vibrating quite often and it makes him worried. He slips it out of his pocket and notices that Jungkook eyes him. “Do you mind? Someone’s trying to get in touch with me.”

Jungkook nods with another shrug that keeps it casual and Jimin checks his messages.

 

 

“Oh my god, Tae is blowing up my shit,” Jimin practically grumbles.

“See if he’s okay,” Jungkook says and slurps at his drink.

Jimin hesitates a little bit only because he doesn’t want to be on his phone. He only took it out to take cute snapchats of the night to show off how the date was going to his many friends that couldn't even believe that Jimin was going out with someone to begin with, and he made sure that Jungkook didn’t see. Jimin may be a bit sassy and lack a serious component in his life but he’s not rude. Yet Jungkook only encourages him further, seeming to sense Jimin’s hesitation, and so Jimin starts to type away.

 

 

 

Jimin locks his phone and realizes that Jungkook is watching him, obviously trying not to be nosy but doing a poor job at it. He’s eaten all of the fries, practically licked the plate clean, and left one tender for Jimin.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Jimin plays with his plushie with a small frown. “Taehyung is being dramatic, that’s all.”

“Do you guys ever cancel each other out at some point?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like you’re both so - “ Jungkook makes an expression with his hands at his head like an explosion is going off.

“What in the fuck does that mean?” Jimin laughs with a slight scoff.

“Nothing! You’re both just really, like - "

“Like what??” Jimin leans forward urging Jungkook on. But Jungkook is realizing he’s made a mistake, and he’s laughing now, wiping off his mouth and collecting the food on the tray to act busy.

“You’re both just so beautiful and perfect in every single way, of course,” he decides to say instead. Jimin snatches the last chicken tender from the plate before Jungkook is standing to clean everything up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Jimin stands when Jungkook returns, grabs a mint from the concession counter and pops one in his mouth before Jungkook is starting back up again about what games to play.

“Okay, so we only have a few more coins left. I vote the Jurassic Park game. It’s an old classic that no one really plays anymore, but I think it’s pretty awesome. Thoughts?” Jungkook is asking Jimin as if he even knows what he’s talking about and as if Jimin has a preference. Jungkook is also already walking towards the game so Jimin plays along.

“Sure! It’s totally my favorite.”

The game itself is secluded in a back corner of the arcade where some of the vintage games are set up. Jimin settles into the plastic seat and they close the curtain trapping them inside.

And although Jungkook is anxiously putting coins into the machine to get the game started, Jimin can’t help but let his mind go elsewhere. He’s had fun tonight, of course. And it’s not too late or anything, but Jimin can’t help but wet his lips, lets his eyes trace all over Jungkook as they sit there in the dark for a few seconds while the game loads.

He sort of wants to be doing literally anything else than playing this game. He squirms in the seat.

“Jungkook - " Jimin starts to say but Jungkook is oblivious and cuts him off by shoving the gun in his lap.

“Okay, so basically a bunch of dinosaurs are gonna come running out and you have to shoot them as we drive away, okay?”

“Sounds great.”

The game starts and Jungkook is immediately focused with his aim perfect, dinosaurs dropping like flies as the characters in the game holler and yell and make a bunch of unnecessary noise. But Jimin lets his character die, or maybe he really did try his best, he’s not sure. It doesn’t matter. He drops his gun in the holder in only mild defeat while Jungkook picks up his slack.

Jimin chews on his lip as his hormones get the best of him. He slides across the little bench to get closer to Jungkook’s body, turns in the seat, and presses his right hand against the inside of Jungkook’s thigh with a sharp indent of his fingers into his jeans.

He hears Jungkook gasp slightly, body shifting as Jimin massages his leg.

“What are you doing?”

Jimin doesn’t need to answer. He knows that Jungkook knows. Instead, Jimin glides his hand to start palming Jungkook through his jeans, putting pressure on his bulge and rubbing his body against his side in a very apparent way at what he wants. Jimin’s lips find a perfect place right under Jungkook’s jawline and he kisses him on the sensitive skin.

“Thanks for taking me out tonight,” Jimin’s words come out like honey, dripping with a seduction that he’s able to muster so fluidly like he’s wearing a second skin.

“This isn’t how you have to thank me for doing something like this,” Jungkook says while he still focuses and plays the first round of the game, yet Jimin can tell he’s undoubtedly feeling the small pleasure that Jimin is attempting to give him with his mouth all over his jaw and his hand against his crotch. “Besides, we’re not finished with the date.”

Jimin only hums in response, swipes his tongue over his skin after he kisses it and works the buttons on Jungkook’s jeans.

His nights usually end up with sex as a thank you regardless, so he’ll be damned if Jungkook turns him away right now.

Besides, just thinking about his cock, thinking about how thick it is has Jimin’s mouth pooling with saliva.

“Come on, this has to be a dream come true for you or something,” Jimin’s voice slithers while he kisses him. “Getting blown while playing videos games?”

Jungkook actually groans at Jimin’s words, and Jimin has to hide back a laugh at how Jungkook is still managing to pay attention to his game.

Jimin untucks him from his boxers and pulls out his half hard cock. There is only a second of hesitation and a gulp at his own actions only because they are in a pretty public setting and there are probably security cameras everywhere. He imagines that someone is probably watching all of the games where people have most likely taken advantage of in this regard, but Jimin decides that the curtain is closed tight enough and it will just have to do.

Jimin strokes Jungkook with one hand, watches how Jungkook lips part and his hips buck up automatically at the contact.

“Gonna go to fucking jail or something,“ Jungkook aimlessly mumbles and Jimin watches him swallow down his first moan and shift in the seat. Jimin is giggling sweet and sensitive, wets his lips again as Jungkook gets hard.

Whatever level Jungkook just beat takes him to a cut screen, and during the interruption he moves his eyes and head away from focusing on the screen to kiss Jimin next. One hand surges up to hold his face while Jimin swipes his tongue against his lips with urgency. Jungkook groans, the sound muffled against Jimin’s sloppy kiss.

Then as quick as the kiss started the game is launching back up and Jimin pulls away from Jungkook’s delicious mouth with a dark, almost devilish grin. “Keep playing.”

“Fuck the game,” Jungkook tries to kiss him again but Jimin pivots his head, removes his hand from Jungkook’s fully hard cock to take Jungkook’s chin and turn it towards the big scene. Then his mouth is back at Jungkook’s ear as he whispers wantonly against it.

“If you win this next round without coming, you can do whatever you fucking want to me tonight,” Jimin licks around his earlobe lewdly, takes one of his dangling earrings and gives it a tug before releasing it.

Jungkook literally grunts in response, and Jimin finds it funny in a charming way. It’s cute - it's as if they have their own little game now that can keep things interesting as the night progresses. The start of the round flashes on the screen along with new screeches of dinosaurs that need to be killed. And Jungkook goes to work, mouth open, gun in both hands, cock out and hard in Jimin’s grasp. “Fuck.”

Jimin scoots his knees backwards on the bench, dips down underneath of Jungkook’s arms that are holding up the gun and licks right up the side of his cock. And fuck he still honestly can’t believe how big he is, and it sounds stupid in his head to be marveling about it but now all Jimin can think about are the memories of Jungkook being inside of him and being stretched so good.

He remembers how well he took it, how he never felt anything quite like Jungkook before.

Jungkook twitches automatically, hips moving slightly at the contact of Jimin’s wet mouth wrapped around him. Yet he’s focused, determined, and Jimin pinpoints the trait right away. He licks around the tip, digs his tongue in his slit, and Jungkook moans something low and agonizing from his throat.

“Forgot how good your mouth is.”

Jimin chuckles with a prideful huff, turns his head to look up at Jungkook. “Don’t lie, there’s no way you forgot, there’s no way that for the last two weeks you haven’t stopped thinking about my mouth wrapped around your cock, Jungkook.”

Jimin hears Jungkook make a transparent noise again at Jimin’s indelicate words. The sound is cut off by an explosion in the game, and Jimin chooses that moment to surge down and take Jungkook fully down his throat.

And Jimin has his own determination and purpose now to make Jungkook cum as soon as possible. As much as he would love for Jungkook to have his way with him later, Jimin is also prideful in his own way - he likes to talk a bit game and likes to win himself.

It’s noisy, sloppy, and luckily drowned out by the arcade games and the dinosaurs screeching after Jungkook destroys them. Jimin sucks him off skillfully, hands working him good, mouth working him even better. And he loves everything about it, from the tears fucking up his makeup to the spit already dripping down his chin, to being somewhat in public. For a few seconds Jimin thinks he could probably just stay like this for a while, lips suckling on Jungkook’s tip like a lollipop, swirling his tongue around it to keep it sensitive and moist.

Jungkook twitches again, cock throbbing in his mouth, and Jimin is positive that he’s going to be victorious. He’s close, Jimin can tell. And he should be, because Jimin knows he’s that good.

Until suddenly Jungkook’s hand is in Jimin’s hair and he’s yanking him upwards, and Jimin is forced to pop off his cock with a gasp and comes face to face with Jungkook’s open, panting mouth. “You loose.”

Then they’re kissing with Jungkook’s tongue thrashing inside of Jimin’s mouth like he’s trying to find something buried there. Jimin staggers on his hands, one trying to find Jungkook’s thigh for leverage as he moans at the harshness behind the kiss. Because it’s different - this kiss is different. It’s hasty and dirty from the spit that Jimin had collected in his mouth, and Jungkook holds his hair aggressively to the point where Jimin whimpers from the sting.

Jungkook bites at his lip without restraint, tugs it with it a snap and Jimin gasps out at the release. “Oh, my god.”

“Go on,” Jungkook practically growls. “Finish what you started.”

Then Jungkook is ushering him back down, hand in the back of Jimin’s head as Jimin engulfs him down his throat.

And Jimin has probably never been more turned on in his fucking life.

He sucks Jungkook like he’s deserving of it, desperate for him to cum now and to taste him this time unlike before. Jungkook was probably close the entire time and did well at holding back while he finished the round. So it doesn’t take much longer, barely seconds. Jimin can feel his cock twitch in his mouth, feels Jungkook’s hand on the back of his head tighten into the silver strands as he groans.

“Gonna cum, fuck, Jimin.”

Jimin is ready for it, keeps his lips wrapped tight around his tip while Jungkook thrusts upwards to find release. It shoots into Jimin’s mouth and down his throat, and he gags only softly, familiar with the sensation. He stays just like that until Jungkook is finished, until he can feel his thighs relax and his moans lower. The grip on his head loosens and Jimin finally sits up. Then he gulps, swallows down Jungkook’s cum.

He sighs, mouth panting as he licks at his lips while him and Jungkook meet each other's gaze.

“You don’t like to lose, do you?” Jimin chooses to say, even though what he really wants to do is crawl onto Jungkook's lap and probably definitely go to jail for being indecent in public.

Jungkook shakes his head, lamely tucks himself away and zips up his jeans. “Fuck no.”

Jimin wipes his hands against his mouth to collect the spit that dribbled there, sits back properly on the bench while he catches his breath.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

Jimin rolls his head on his neck to look back at Jungkook and gives a lopsided smile. He wants to say something snarky back, swears the comment is sitting right on the top of his tongue. But there’s also something in the way that Jungkook is looking at him, sort of boyish and cute but with a bite to his lip that sends Jimin’s insides spinning. 

“I need to clean up.”

Jungkook nods and apparently had let the game character die while Jimin was blowing him after he won the initial round, so it’s game over as they crawl out of the booth. Jimin feels like everyone is looking at them but it’s quite the opposite. Everyone is having fun, playing games and not giving a crap about them or what they’ve been up to. Jungkook wraps his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, leads them back near the concession stands and Jimin takes a moment for himself in the bathroom.

He won’t admit that he’s a little hard himself and is glad it’s not noticeable enough to be embarrassing in public. Hearing Jungkook make the sounds he can and just being in this situation in general had seriously turned him on, but Jimin has some control and he can wait until later to have what he wants. He washes his hands, dabs a paper towel under his eyes where some of his eyeliner had smeared from having a dick down his throat just a few moments ago.

Another person joins him at the sink and Jimin ignores him, pulls out his gloss and gives his lips a new layer of his favorite shade.

“Did you steal that from your sisters purse or something?”

Jimin freezes for just a moment while he eyes the stranger in the mirror coldly. Then he smacks his lips dramatically. “Bought it on my own free will, actually.”

He’s not unfamiliar with these type of close-minded people, especially in a public restroom where Jimin is obviously something else at times with his glitter and gloss. He and Taehyung usually hang out in places where they are welcomed with like-minded people and are usually surrounded by various types of beautiful people in all shapes and sizes and flavors, yet in the very public eye, it can still be unwelcoming at times.

And it’s ridiculous, but what can he do except just be himself?

“Isn’t the street you're looking for a few blocks over? Probably shouldn’t be flaunting around an arcade filled with kids looking like that.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, caps the gloss and fixes some pieces of his hair that had gone astray from Jungkook's fingers yanking at him. “Oh please, kids are smarter than you think and probably care less about how people look than you do. Besides, there isn’t anyone young allowed in here tonight, so what does it even matter?”

“Why don’t you just get the fuck out of here and we won’t have any trouble?”

This comment impacts Jimin more, to say the least. He turns fully to the stranger now. He can smell a bit of alcohol on him since the arcade does have a small bar, and because of this Jimin only sighs in disappointment. He scans him over, hates that this guy could probably pick him up with one arm and toss him away if he wanted to, but for a temporary prideful moment Jimin stands his ground.

“Trouble? If you give me trouble then that’ll be a hate crime. It’d be a shame to see how you’d hold up in jail looking like that.”

Then Jimin is leaving quickly before the guy can respond, only looking over his shoulder once more and meeting the very disgusted gaze of the man.

Jungkook is not far and is standing right outside leaning against a railing waiting for him. Jimin doesn’t intend to seem distraught but he is, and he feels just a bit shaken up. His hands feel clammy and he runs them down his jeans.

“We should go.”

“What’s going on?” Jungkook stands up immediately and reaches out his hand to set it on Jimin’s waist. But the stranger isn’t far behind him, steps out from the bathroom and gives an annoying smirk to Jimin when they meet each other’s gaze. Jungkook catches on quickly. “Did he say something to you?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. Let’s just go.”

“What did he say?”

“Just something stupid about my makeup. He’s drunk, Jungkook. It’s not a big deal.”

But Jungkook is moving, and Jimin’s chest starts to thump with instant panic. “Wait, Jungkook don’t.”

The man seems to be anticipating Jungkook storming over to him with a complete lack of fear, and Jimin is not far behind. “Have something to say?”

“Do you?” Jungkook retaliates easy. Jimin’s hands are on Jungkook’s arm and he’s already tugging him back to no avail.

“Not really,” the man annoyingly shrugs. “Just think it’s time for that little twink to call it a night.”

“You’re drunk and being fucking rude. Don’t tell my boyfriend what to do, and grow the fuck up,” Jungkook spits out and Jimin wants to vanish. He gives Jungkook another tug out of desperation.

“Jungkook - “

“You’re threatening me?” the man steps forward, and there aren’t a lot of people around but they are near the concession area where most of them are sitting, and Jimin notices one of the workers behind the counter has picked up the phone. “You’re just a child! I could beat you with one arm tied behind my back!”

“A child? Really?” Jungkook scoffs back loudly, and Jimin’s eyes are everywhere and frantic. He notices two, three, other men from the concession area walking their way.

“Jungkook! Come on, please - “

“Let’s go, bitch! I work out!”

Jimin gives him another tug that gets Jungkook’s attention. He eyes the people around him nervously again and hates that everyone is staring.  

Jungkook steps backwards and Jimin slips his hand into his to give him another tug. Together they leave quickly, wordless, ignoring the remaining stares from the few people who had seen the altercation.

Outside, a cool breeze hits them and they just keep walking, weaving through the people on the street to get away from that place. Jimin holds into Jungkook’s arm with his free hand as they go, keeps himself pressed into his side. They walk about a block and a half before Jimin urges him to stop. They step to the side under a small stoop from a store that is dark and closed.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook finally asks.

“I’m fine, Jungkook,” Jimin tells him honestly. “You don’t have to worry about me when it comes to stuff like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighs and lets out a big breath. “That shit was crazy.”

“So what, you’re a tough guy now?” 

Jungkook shakes his head. “Hardly. I don’t fight or anything like that.”

“Had me fooled.”

“Can’t believe he said that about you. Who does that? Who would say something like that to a complete stranger?”

Jungkook looks a little far away and innocent as he says this. Maybe it’s because Jimin is older or something, but he’s had unpleasant experiences in his life about his sexuality and about who he is. And Jungkook, well, Jungkook doesn’t exactly run around with sparkles on his body and eye shadow and so obvious as to how he chooses to spend his life in that annoying, stereotypical sense. And it’s not fair, of course. So maybe he is lacking when it comes to these types of situations.

Jimin doesn’t know why but he finds it incredible, and maybe a bit of a learning lesson for Jungkook who is more innocent. Jimin tells him gently, “There are impossible people in the world, Jungkook. I’ve had worse said and done to me. Not everyone is as open and understanding.”

Jungkook doesn’t like that response, and Jimin can tell that he’s in his head. It makes his heart soften even more for him.

“I didn’t mean to call you my boyfriend, it just sort of came out,” Jungkook then says as if that’s what the main issue is regarding the situation.

Jimin chews on his lip and nods, brushes his down Jungkook’s shirt to straighten it. “Obviously.”

“I need a drink.”

Jimin chuckles lightly. “You’re not twenty-one until tomorrow. No one around here will serve you.”

Jungkook sighs and runs his hands down Jimin’s arms cutely as they stand there. Jimin finds what he did charming, and sure maybe Jungkook overreacted a bit but it was still reassuring. It sort of makes Jimin think that Jungkook would protect him in general, not just from angry straight men in a public restroom but from anything else that might try to hurt him.

“Let’s go somewhere close by and just relax for the rest of the night, okay?” Jimin suggests. “Unless you had something else planned?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I was going to take us somewhere else but relaxing actually sounds nicer. We can maybe do that another time. Is that okay?”

“Of course. Come on,” Jimin takes his hand. Across the street on the corner is a two story restaurant with a patio bar overlooking the city that Jimin thinks is perfect for now, somewhere decently quiet. They go inside and head straight up, and it’s an expensive cover just to get onto the fancy patio but Jimin pays it for both of them, slips the guy at the door extra to let Jungkook through as well. Jimin orders a drink and amusingly gives Jungkook a little sip when they don’t think anyone is watching.

There is an acoustic singer playing gentle songs with another person sitting at the piano on a small stage by the bar with little circle tables spread out the space for people to relax. Candles sit in the center of the tables giving the white sheets a fluttering glow. Stringed lights are adorned around the perimeter, and overall it’s a completely opposite atmosphere that Jimin feels is perfect for now.

They lean against the railing and are quiet for a few minutes, letting the wind from the traffic catch their hair and brush against their skin to cool them off. They let the background music play softly to soothe their nerves and let the gentle chatter of people around them fill the wordless space. It’s a total shift in atmosphere from the chaos in the arcade.

It’s different.

“You know, I like you just like this,” Jungkook says to break the silence, turns his body to reach out and brush back a piece of Jimin’s hair.

“Like what?”

“The way you look, how you dress,” Jungkook says, and Jimin turns to face him now as well. “It doesn’t bother me, you know? I like your makeup,” he presses his thumb under Jimin’s eye cutely. “I like your lipgloss,” he does the same with his lip, even drags it down a bit with some pressure, and Jimin is stepping closer to him without even realizing it. “I like all your jewelry, your sass, that little sashay sway when you walk.”

Jungkook smiles and even mocks it dramatically with his hips which has Jimin bursting out in a fit of giggles.

“So, I don’t care what that guy said about how you look or who you are. If my opinion means anything then I think you’re just perfect.”

Jimin feels his cheeks flush and he looks away shyly, chews on his cheek. “That’s really sweet, Jungkook.”

He plays with the straw in his drink, eyes watching the cubes clink against the glass.

“What was your last boyfriend like?”

Jimin hates that he has to ask this due to Taehyung’s annoying prying, especially after what Jungkook just said what he said to him, and it’s so obvious that Jungkook is into him. But Jimin has to know, and he is curious for selfish reasons.

Jungkook presses his lips together, leans his hip against the railing. “Uh, I mean I haven’t dated anyone since high school.”

“Like, not even going out?”

“No, I’ve gone out with people. But I already told you that last year I couldn’t really focus on school and that whole party scene. I stopped fucking around, literally, and with that came a lack of boyfriends, I guess.”

“You were a prude, that’s why,” Jimin teases and Jungkook doesn’t agree.

“My boyfriend in high school was a year older than me, and after he went to college we broke up.”

“That’s so lame. He missed out,” Jimin says and at least he can check off that him and Sungwoon didn’t date.

“He was really nerdy like me. We just played games mostly, acted more like friends than boyfriends sometimes. It was confusing.”

“Do you keep in touch? Does he go to this school?”

“No, he moved away, that’s sort of why we broke up.”

Jimin nods in understanding, takes a sip from his drink. "So, you don't know anyone named Sungwoon, right?"

Jungkook tilts his head and thinks for a second. "I don't think so. Sounds familiar, though. Maybe from school?"

"Yeah, apparently he was in your dorm last year," Jimin says and can feel Jungkook eyeing him specifically now about the random name drop and information. Jimin scrunches his face. "He's my ex, and Taehyung was sort of telling me that you guys might have fucked so, I guess I just wanted to be sure you didn't."

"Wow," Jungkook laughs a little bit. "Something tells me I don't even want to know how Taehyung would have come to that conclusion."

"Yeah best not to question his tactics," Jimin sighs. "Sorry, it just worried me."

"It's okay, but I am relieved that it's not the case," Jungkook smiles and Jimin immediately relaxes, and also makes a mental note to throw Taehyung off a bridge later at worrying him over absolutely nothing. “What about you?” 

“What about me?

“What was that guy like? You said you still hadn’t dated in like two years or something?”

“At least in my two years of being single I’ve gotten laid a few more times than you,” Jimin sasses.

“Please, it’s not like I couldn’t, I just chose not too,” Jungkook defends himself.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself at night.”

Jungkook shakes his head with a scoff at how quick Jimin is with his comebacks. “So?”

“Okay, well,” Jimin takes a drink to try and muster up the courage to even tell the story because it's sort of strange, and people always react differently to it. “We met the summer before college my freshman year. It was supposed to just be a summer thing. He told me he wasn’t going to my school so we said we’d just have fun and then part ways. I guess he sort of grew feelings for me even though we said we wouldn’t, and then out of nowhere he told me he had lied and that he was actually going to my school, and he wanted to stay together.”

Jungkook laughs in shock. “What? That’s weird.”

“I thought so too but, I did like him you know?” Jimin tries to explain. “He wasn’t a bad guy. So I went along with it for a few more months into the school year, nothing too long. He was staying in my dorm building too, which was convenient. But I’m — “

“You’re what?”

“He couldn’t really handle me, let’s just say.”

Jungkook chuckles. “That’s no surprise.”

Jimin hits his chest. “That’s not what I mean! God, you really think I’m a piece of work, huh?”

“Okay, so what do you mean then? How couldn’t he handle you?”

Jimin bites on his tongue and debates if he wants to even say the answer now. But this only has Jungkook more curious. He raises a brow and Jimin lets out a sigh. “I mean - I mean in a sexual sense.”

Jungkook blinks a few times then wets his lips. “Oh.”

“He just wasn’t what I was looking for in bed, I guess. He couldn’t - he just couldn’t really keep up,” Jimin loosely explains and feels his face blush again. “He wasn’t what I needed.”

“And what do you need?”

Jungkook and Jimin meet eyes, and that darkness sweeps over Jungkook’s gaze again like the first night they met, and just like in the arcade game when he won the round and kissed him so hard. Jimin shifts his weight from one foot to the other and swirls the contents in his glass.

“I like certain things in bed. I might have a few kinks I guess, I — “ Jimin hesitates for just a moment as the conversation shifts to something much more intimate. Then he’s smiling shyly. “I’m not sure I should be telling you all of this right now.”

“We’ve already slept together.”

“I know,” Jimin says quick, and it’s not that he’s trying to be difficult, it's just that he’s feeling vulnerable again. Opening up in general is not Jimin’s specialty, and to him there is a difference between putting it all out and there and just stating his opinion. And the intimacy is scary. “That night with us was different.”

“Different how?”

“Different because I was, you were just, I mean we were - “ Jimin feels himself stupidly start to stammer and it irritates him, scares him, at not being able to say what he feels. Jungkook is staring at him so attentively almost unblinking, and Jimin wants to say a thousand things about that night with Jungkook and how amazing it was, how he never felt like it before, and a bunch of other things that he plans on keeping locked away to not be even more vulnerable than he already is.

“What?” Jungkook presses.

“It was just different.”

Jungkook places his hand on Jimin’s waist, brings him even closer to his front now. “It was different for me too.”

Jimin’s body shivers, he doesn’t know why. Jungkook’s voice is so low and sincere, and it scrapes alongside Jimin’s heart with an itch to break down his walls.

Jungkook leans down to kiss him, a gentle press of his mouth that is so opposite of the dirty one they shared inside that game or in the garage earlier. It’s sweet, honest. It takes Jimin’s breath away.

“He missed out to, you know,” Jungkook then says.

“Who?” Jimin has to nearly remember how to speak.

“Your ex,” Jungkook says, traces his thumb down Jimin’s cheek. “He missed out.”

Jimin leans into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed at Jungkook’s words. “Such a smooth talker.”

Jungkook smiles lightly, seems like he’s about to say something else before the duet singing on the stage are strumming a few gentle chords and encouraging people to dance to their next slow song. Jimin finds himself just leaning forward into Jungkook’s chest once the music starts and turns his head to watch the performers play their song, and some couples stand up to dance alongside the candlelit patio that has a beautiful atmosphere that is warming and sincere.

He shivers from the breeze and it catches him through his thin shirt. And without even hesitating, Jungkook is slipping out of his leather jacket and draping it over Jimin’s shoulders. Jimin keeps his arms tucked against Jungkook’s front while Jungkook wraps his arms around him to keep him so close.

And Jimin’s mind wanders astray as it usually does when moments are unoccupied with conversation, his own tragic voice that threatens his happiness and makes him second-guess nearly everything in his life. It’s a voice that tells him he’s lonely and that nothing is going to work out because he’s going against his plan. Jimin likes routine, he likes things that are attainable and concrete. He’s never had issues figuring out what he wanted to do in life or trying to get there. His goal these last three years was to do well in school and then graduate, that’s it.

There isn’t supposed to be rooftop dances and sweet melodies and nights out in the city that didn’t involve getting shitfaced with Taehyung. There isn’t supposed to be a silly warm feeling nesting all around his goddamn heart or these large hands on his body that make him feel safe. There isn’t supposed to be any of this.

There isn’t supposed to be Jungkook right now.

Jimin feels the music entrance him. From the gentle strumming of the guitar to the keys on the piano to the entrancing vocals to the lyrics of the song he’s never heard - it takes root right inside of him and it feels like he’s being strangled.

So tell me what I'm to feel 
Is this a fling cause it all feels so real
I know it's been so long
I couldn't help but write you a love song.

He thinks that this place is beautiful, probably somewhere that people pronounce their love for one another, have sweet and intimate parties with just the people they care about the most. The mood is so perfect. Jimin never wants to leave. Compared to the chaos of the arcade or even the loud, outrageous bars that he favors with his friends, Jimin has this unsteady emotion and epiphany that just being here, just like this with Jungkook could be more important than any of that other stuff combined.

Jungkook squeezes at his shoulders right when Jimin feels tears behind his eyes. He leans down next to Jimin’s ear. “Ready to go?”

They finish the drink then head back to the garage. In the car, Jimin takes his plushie and sets in his lap to snuggle with it and also wraps Jungkook’s jacket around him even tighter. It’s a quiet drive for the most part. Jimin is tired, even though it wasn’t an exhausting night per say, he feels a wave of exhaustion hit him while they drive down the highway. He closes his eyes and listens to the sound of Jungkook driving, the rumble of the road, and all the little noises that occupy a late night hour.

He isn’t sure if he falls asleep completely, perhaps trapped in a place between awake and sleep, but when Jimin opens his eyes they’re parked in his lot out front of his apartment. He stretches and gives Jungkook a small smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook says sweetly. “You looked comfortable, I didn’t want to bother you.”

Jungkook unbuckles his seat belt and exits while Jimin gets himself together and blinks through the sleepy haze. He opens Jimin’s door. “Ready?”

Jimin nods as he steps out and Jungkook closes the door behind him.

“I can walk you up.”

“You just want to come up so I’ll invite you in and you can do whatever you want to me, right?” Jimin says it as half a tease though it’s true considering Jungkook did win the little bet they had going on in the arcade. Jungkook shakes his head in retaliation.

“That’s not all I want from you, Jimin. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

Jimin frowns and leans back against the car with his plushie in his hands.

He’s stubborn. It’s not that late and he doesn’t want the night to end just yet. But he’s torn between letting Jungkook come inside (which will definitely lead to something sexual because as much as Jimin likes to think he has control, he wouldn’t be able to go another second without having Jungkook in his bed), or just calling it a night.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook asks.

Jimin pouts fully, his lip completely sticking out in the process that is much more dramatically than he’s ever expressed before. “I don’t know.”

“Oh man, what is this??” Jungkook pokes right at Jimin’s mouth to indicate the epic pout that has formed there. “Tell me you get whatever you want with this pout. It’s unbelievable!”

“Stop,” Jimin swats at him and can’t help but smile.

“I’d literally crumble right now if you ask me for anything as long as you are wearing that incredible pout.”

Jimin feels silly, sort of childish but sad for some reason. He isn’t sure what to do or what to say, and he somehow feels that every single emotion he could ever possibly feel are jumbled up in one big ball and sitting right on the front of his chest. “Can we just take a walk or something?”

“Sure.”

Jimin holds his plushie in one hand and takes Jungkook’s with the other, then leads him down a little path that wraps completely around the buildings here. There is a set up with a handful of picnic tables and grills, a swing set and sandbox where the kids in the neighbor play sometimes. It’s secluded, and luckily no one is lurking around at this time of night.

Jimin climbs up on the playground and Jungkook follows. They sit on the edge with their feet dangling over the side and stay quiet for just a few minutes while Jimin looks up at the moon though there are clouds in the sky that obscures most of it.

“You know what I think?” Jungkook says as he plops backwards on his back, arms resting behind his head and his shirt riding up his front a little bit.

“What’s that?”

“I think we should just not have sex for like a whole month.”

Jimin spits out a sudden laugh and turns to look down at him. “Who gave you the impression that we were ever having sex again?”

Jungkook gives him a look. “You said I could do whatever I wanted to you if I won my game so why wouldn’t I want to fuck you senseless again?”

“Wow, don’t sugarcoat it or anything, Jungkook,” Jimin chuckles and they’re quiet again while Jimin let’s his feet sway over the side. His mind races then, always racing whenever he’s consumed in silence and he’s thinking in general.

And he wishes his thoughts were more pleasant, sort of wishes that he had that ability to just forget about all the things that make him scared or nervous and want to run away. Yet Jimin is plagued with an instinct to do just that. He contemplates the way he is, who he is. He thinks that even though him and Jungkook had such an amazing night, and that yes things are clearly different between them, that they still don’t know anything about each other, not really.

What he does know about Jungkook he likes. He swears he does. And it’s scary, thrilling, exciting all at once. Yet Jimin keeps thinking back to how he wants things to be this year, and how he doesn’t want the pressure of a relationship or committing to something else besides school and work. And Jungkook just seems so committed already, like he’d throw everything away for Jimin if that’s what Jimin asked him to do.

Jimin doesn’t know if he can do the same - doesn’t even know if he wants that.

Fuck, he just doesn’t know anything.

He’s a hypocrite at the end of the day, because when he thinks about not fucking around with Jungkook in any capacity he finds himself pouting again into oblivion.

He breaks the silence as his thoughts catch up to his mouth.

“So what, we just shouldn’t fuck for a whole month?” Jimin says suddenly and Jungkook responds with a shrug from his place on his back.

“Maybe? I don’t know. It might give us time to figure out if we really like each other.”

Jimin scoffs. “You’re annoying. That whole night we hooked up you literally couldn’t stop telling me how much you liked me, and you literally told me tonight that you think I’m perfect, and now you aren’t sure?”

Jungkook laughs lightly. “You can’t be serious. Listen, I like you, of course I do. But you’ve been right this whole time, Jimin, from the first night we met. We don’t know anything about each other, not when it comes to the important stuff. Maybe a part of me is worried that this will just become about us fucking like rabbits and nothing more. And I don’t want that. I want more with you.”

Jimin sighs tiredly. He doesn’t mean to. But he’s just not used to this. Because for a long time that’s all he really wanted at the end of the day - to get screwed into tomorrow and repeat. And maybe a part of him thought that dating Jungkook would give him this outlet, more or less, to do it safely and consistently. Especially since Jungkook is such a good lay.

So it bothers Jimin for a few reasons, the main one being that it’s obvious that him and Jungkook still aren’t on the same page of this book their trying to write together.

Then again, Jimin doesn’t even know what page he’s on to begin with.

“We can do other stuff though, right?” Jimin says to him in an attempt to get what he wants. “Because I won’t be able to go a full month without getting off, just gonna tell you that right now.”

Jungkook scoffs cutely and runs his fingers down the leather on Jimin’s back with a sigh. “You’re something else.”

“I’m not. I’m just needy. And I like sex. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Jimin counters. He’s always been quite comfortable with his needs and expectations when it came to past partners. And sure, maybe not every guy could keep him satisfied for too long, but it was always fun to be open about what he wanted. Jimin’s never been one to hold back.

“Lets just try it,” Jungkook encourages. “We’ll go on lots of dates like we did tonight and have fun that way. Then after a few weeks we can even decide if this is worth pursuing. What’s there to lose?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. His body is still faced forward while Jungkook lays back, and Jimin starts to pick at his nails nervously.

But he doesn’t say anything, not right away. Because he is nervous even though he won’t admit it. And he sort of feels like he has to keep up this front while Jungkook is just spilling out his heart so openly. On top of all that, he was so vulnerable with Jungkook that night they hooked up, and maybe there are parts of him that don’t want to even feel that way again.

Not yet, at least. Not until school is over. Not until he’s graduated and started his life like he’s always planned.

Maybe he just didn’t expect someone like Jeon Jungkook to pop up into it so unexpectedly.

“You’re fucking everything up,” is what Jimin chooses to say, but he swears he doesn’t even intend to say this out loud. He feels and hears Jungkook sit up from behind him.

“What does that mean?”

There is a slight panic at what to say but there isn’t really any way to escape the comment. Jimin sighs as he drops his arms into his lap. “I’m so confused. Why am I even trying to date you to begin with? I told you I didn’t want to date anyone this year yet here I am sitting on a playground in the middle of the night after literally going on a date with you talking about dating and thinking about dating when this isn’t even what I had planned for my senior year.”

Jungkook laughs again, and Jimin can hear him fall back once more as if he’s exasperated. “Jimin, you are the one who told me to take you out!”

“I know that,” Jimin groans at himself.

“Didn’t you have fun tonight? Why are you making this so complicated?” Jungkook asks him. It’s an innocent question and one that Jimin shouldn’t be so impacted by but he is. This dreadful feeling starts to creep inside of him, starts at the tip of his toes and slithers right to his chest to nestle there uncomfortably. It’s suddenly heavy with an acute anxiety that Jimin starts to panic.

Jungkook seems to notice the immediate negative shift in Jimin’s demeanor. “Jimin - "

Jimin moves next, as if his body isn’t his own and he can’t control that need to want to run away, just like he did that weekend with Jungkook after things had gotten too serious in that moment on his apartment floor. He shifts away from Jungkook to make a move to stand, but Jungkook is quick, sits up and takes his arm.

“Hey, talk to me,” he’s saying and Jimin is pulling away.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Literally anything,” Jungkook doesn’t give up, takes Jimin’s waist to keep him sitting down next to him. Jimin gives up easy and is feeling embarrassed and vulnerable again. “Just say something.”

Jimin’s heart is pounding. He feels his ears get red as this overwhelming emotion swoops over him so unexpected. They did have fun tonight. From the arcade to dinner and dancing on the patio and even just kissing so cutely, it was nice. And Jimin hasn’t let himself been taken out in years. He didn’t need to be wined and dined before getting fucked. He didn’t need all this.

And he especially doesn’t need Jungkook.

Yet even as he’s thinking it he doesn’t believe it. It’s like his heart and body and soul want the same thing but Jimin's logical and routine mind is the one trying to ruin everything in this overly self-destructive way that feels irreversible.

Jimin is quiet, regardless of Jungkook begging him to say something.

“Do you not like me?” Jungkook then asks softly and before Jimin can even respond he’s speaking up again. “It’s okay if you don’t. We can’t like everyone.”

“I do,” Jimin admits though his chest is pounding at just saying the words. “I do like you.”

“Are you sure? You can tell me.”

“I sucked you off in the Jurassic Park game so I think that’s a small indication that I like you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook runs his fingers down Jimin’s back again lightly and teases. “Might just like my cock.”

Jimin can’t disagree and manages to smile a little. “It’s not just that, but it is a nice add on to the entire package.”

Jungkook laughs and Jimin finally musters up the courage to turn his head back to Jungkook. He meets his eyes that are sparkling even in the faint light with this hopeful and unbelievable expression that causes Jimin’s heart to swell.

“You’re handsome,” Jimin pouts epically again. “Why do you have to be so good looking?”

Jungkook shrugs cutely and touches at Jimin’s chin before he leans forward to kiss him just once. “You’re beautiful.”

Jimin wets his lip afterwards, and he can tell that Jungkook is waiting for some indication that yes they can continue doing whatever this is between them, and yes they can give this a try. And Jimin has to make a choice.

He finds courage, swallows down doubt even though it’s like swallowing acid.

“If you want to take me out again you can,” Jimin tells him before he’s not able to. “And we can try the whole not having sex thing. But I can’t promise that I won’t freak out again or be really dramatic and difficult the entire time.”

Jungkook laughs fully now with all teeth. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He ushers Jimin to a stand, and together with their hands intertwined they walk the short way back to Jimin’s apartment complex. At Jungkook’s car, Jimin gives him back his jacket then chews on his lip as the moment has the potential to turn awkward just due to rules of first dates and things of the sort.

And Jimin, well, Jimin is always really horny. So his instinct is telling him to grab Jungkook by his collar and drag him upstairs and make him fuck him until he’s crying regardless of what they literally just agreed to.

But there is another part of him that somehow resists.

“Okay, so I’ll see you later.”

Jimin says this as casually as he can as if they didn't just have an intimate conversation tonight about their dating life that wasn't coupled with the date itself. Jungkook cups his face and kisses him sweetly.

“Thanks for letting me take you out.”

Jimin hums against his mouth, pulls away before he can’t. “Text me when you’re back at the dorm.”

“Oh, we’re on that level now?” Jungkook teases as he steps backwards to the car. Jimin rolls his eyes playfully.

“Or don’t, I don’t care.”

Jungkook shakes his head and Jimin turns to go up the stoop. He looks back once to wave, and Jungkook sits in the car waiting for him to go up to make sure he gets in okay.

God.

Jimin unlocks his apartment door and steps inside, and his movement feels like slow motion, like he’s treading through quicksand or some dream he can't get out of. He toes off his shoes and drops everything on the table with a loud plop.

Then he just stands there.

Again his mind races and his body is suddenly filled with an epic wave of loneliness. He craves to be touched, feels his heart pounding at just the thought of Jungkook being the one to touch him. And oh my god does he miss him? Why does he miss him already? He’s feeling desperate and lost all at the same time. He wants to resist everything inside of him that desires to be alone yet yearns to be wrapped in Jungkook’s arms.

It’s overwhelming and undeniable how he fucking feels for Jungkook.

Jimin reacts before he can put anything else together. He pulls out his phone in panic.

 

Jimin waits with his eyes glued on the screen at the read messages, at the lack of response. He swears he might just vomit everywhere, feels his knees start to shake and his lip quiver at how defenseless he is.

 Jimin's eyes water. Did he already fuck this up before it even really started? 

Then he hears several chimes go off from the hallway as soon as he sends the last set of messages, and Jimin’s heart drops into his stomach. He’s at the door in a less then a second, opens it, and Jungkook is right there.

“Hi,” Jimin barely breathes this out before Jungkook is surging inside and their bodies clash, lips colliding with one another like a tidal wave as the door slams shut behind them.

Jimin is immediately whining and clingy, his hands going into Jungkook’s hair and grabbing at him to keep him as close as possible. He whimpers out and it sounds beautifully pathetic. “You came back.”

Jungkook runs his hands down Jimin’s back to his thighs and lifts him up against his body. “I never left.”

Jimin makes a sound, something choked and weak as he grabs at Jungkook's shoulders to hold himself up. Jungkook blindly walks towards the bedroom while Jimin only kisses him harder, desperate, hands all over Jungkook’s neck and hair and his mouth nipping at his lip.

Jimin’s bed sits up high and most nights he has to practically jump into it. Jungkook drops him down on the edge of the bed he’s level with Jungkook’s chest. Jimin's body bounces on the mattress while his hands work Jungkook’s belt, and his hands are shaking, he realizes. Jungkook pulls off his shirt to reveal those delicious abs that Jimin’s mouth is instantly on. He whines against his skin and flicks his eyes upwards to meet Jungkook’s gaze, his tongue licking into every single crease as he does.

He tugs at Jungkook’s jeans and boxers in the process, letting them drop at his feet.

Everything is quick, like he’s watching a bad scene in some teenage drama - uncoordinated and frantic, with loud grunts and dramatic motions that outweigh anything realistic. But it’s not some TV show, it’s not a bad movie. This is real. Everything with Jungkook is real. And he’s right here in front of him, and Jimin has never wanted someone so bad in his life.

Jimin’s body is undeniably on fire. Jungkook pushes him back on the bed and Jimin pulls off his shirt while Jungkook works at his pants.

He scoots backwards with his mouth open and chest panting as he just eyes Jungkook naked in front of him. God he’s fucking unbelievable, quite literally out of this world and almost unreal. He touches himself shamelessly and moans out, watches at how Jungkook’s gaze goes dark as his knees press on the bed.

“Want you to wreck me,” Jimin says lamely as Jungkook gets closer to him, eyes trained on him like he’s about to get ruined. When he’s close enough, Jimin reaches out to him desperately. “I want you. God, I want you to fucking destroy me.”

Jungkook practically falls on top of him, his mouth clashing against Jimin’s to swallow down his wayward sounds. He’s kissing Jimin hard, with lecherous grunts between each tug at his mouth and Jimin is already whimpering perilously at the contact of their bodies together. He digs his hands into Jungkook’s back to feel every muscle there, tugs at his skin and ruts upwards to find any friction that he can.

“Drawer - “ Jimin pants out as Jungkook’s mouth bites down his neck. His fingertips push into Jimin’s body as if he wants to rip him apart. Jungkook shuffles to grab what he needs from the side table next to the bed, and Jimin only squirms from the disconnect of Jungkook’s body over his because he’s feeling incredibly needy.

Jungkook doesn’t even wait, seems that he can’t. He turns Jimin onto his knees and sticks a lubed up finger right against his rim. Jimin barely has time to do anything before he’s pushing it right inside down to his knuckle. Jimin’s back arches as his mouth releases out a soft oh as Jungkook starts to move.

Yet something has shifted with Jungkook, there’s something else there - an acute urgency and a demand that Jimin finds out quick. He teases another finger almost immediately, slips it inside with help from the lube, and Jimin bites at his lip and lets out another moan at the stretch. And it feels so good, so fucking perfect, and Jungkook is fucking them fast, hard. Jimin turns his head to look over at him, and when they meet eyes something dangerous flashes there.

It’s dark and chaotic, a dripping sensation of requited lust that connects them at the exact moment their eyes meet.

Jungkook smirks, this little twist of his mouth that is barely there that Jimin catches onto with a gulp. His body shivers as Jungkook crooks his fingers inside of him at just the perfect angle.

“Fuck me,” Jimin whispers out with a low, groveling tone. “Jungkook, fuck me.”

Jungkook’s expression goes hypnotic next, and that smirk turns into something deadly. He slips on the condom, pushes Jimin so he’s almost flush with the headboard and settles behind him. Jimin grabs onto the metal, arches the best he can, then feels Jungkook rub his tip all over Jimin’s messy hole.

“Want you to be mine,” his voice slithers like an incantation into Jimin’s ear, and Jimin shivers violently at the vibration. Jungkook’s other hand spreads his left cheek as he starts to push his cock against his entrance. His tip breaks through with resistance and Jimin gasps at the size, the stretch. “Want to take care of you. Fuck, I just want you.”

“Yes,” Jimin gasps again with his voice becoming caught in his throat. His neck falls backwards into Jungkook’s shoulder as his body reacts immediately.

Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist from behind, pulls them together as he slowly eases inside of him. With each push Jimin feels himself so fucking full, with pain shooting through his body that’s mixed oddly with pleasure and sheer desire - all of these raw and confusing emotions that only seem to happen when Jungkook is involved. He closes his eyes, whines painfully in response to Jungkook pushing into him, and Jungkook is kissing at his neck lovingly and holding him so close against his body.

“You’re perfect,” Jungkook says into Jimin’s skin as he sits there for a second fully inside of him.

Jimin is still gasping lightly and tries to remember how to even breath.

“You feel so good,” Jungkook’s mouth is endless on Jimin’s body as his hands roam all over him as if to memorize each curve and dip of his figure. “Fit so perfect around me. Do you think so?”

“Yes, yes,” Jimin twists his neck so he can find Jungkook’s mouth to kiss him, the position slightly awkward but he’s craving his taste and that comfort.

“Let me fuck you hard.”

Jimin chokes on Jungkook’s tongue. His cock twitches at the comment and at how Jungkook says it. Jimin truly wants nothing more. He loves to be handled, loves to give up all control to the point where he’s slipping into submission and unable to put a decent thought together if he tried, but his partners have never been able to really satisfy him. And the connection is so rarely there.

Jungkook’s hands squeeze at Jimin’s lean body, his mouth moving back to Jimin’s skin to kiss it uncontrollably while Jimin still attempts to adjust to the stretch.

“Can I?” Jungkook pushes his hips forward just barely, enough for Jimin to let out a small cry. “Do you want it?”

Then Jimin’s head is nodding around on his shoulder as if it’s not connected. He grips at the headboard and practically pleads with no shame. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

Jimin might die.

Jungkook moves subtly again, this time pulling himself out completely and Jimin squints his eyes shut at the pain. Then he’s pushing back in, the sensation pouring over Jimin like hot water and he gasps again. “Jungkook.”

“Tell me.”

“Fuck me, please.”

“Fuck you how?”

Oh god. Jungkook is barely moving again and this is torture enough. Jimin whines shamelessly, feels himself losing any upper hand that he might have never had, and just that fact alone makes everything about tonight worth it.

And fuck, it’s Jungkook that can even get him there and make him melt, or submit.

It’s different.

“Hard,” Jimin finally pants out. His fingers grip the headboard again and he pushes backwards with a small cry to coax Jungkook into doing just that. “Fuck me until I fucking scream. Fuck me until you fucking break me.”

Jungkook pulls out and slams his hips forward without waiting, his hips knocking into Jimin’s backside with force to throw him forward. He’s both ready and not ready for it, isn’t sure what sort of noise he’s making but Jimin is immediately crying out at how Jungkook starts to fuck him.

Jungkook’s hands dig into his hips, his grunts coming out harsh and powerful in Jimin’s ear. “Until you break? Think you can handle that?”

Jimin cries, feels Jungkook starting to hit at places inside of him that are new, swears they have never been touched before.

Jungkook grabs a fistful of Jimin’s hair and yanks it backwards, then latches his mouth into the side of his throat. He bites at the flesh, digs his teeth into his skin and Jimin is painfully wincing and moaning at the same time from everything. A hand reaches back blindly to find somewhere on Jungkook, anywhere, to hold onto as he sucks on his skin.

Then Jungkook’s palm is cracking down on his bottom, a powerful sound that echoes violently against the walls of Jimin’s room, and Jimin physically lurches. "Fuck! Yes, yes. God, do it again.”

Jungkook smacks him again on command, not letting up on his chaotic thrusts. He’s growling and panting while he fucks him hard just the way Jimin wants. “So good. What else do you like, huh?”

“This, just - “ Jimin is gasping again with painful and disorderly inhales. “Just keep, keep fucking me, just like this.”

Jungkook digs his tongue into the mark on his neck before kissing at his cheek. He gives Jimin’s hair one more tug. Then there aren’t any more words, only the sound of Jungkook fucking Jimin and his thighs slapping against his skin.

They stay that way for a while, with Jungkook fucking Jimin until he can’t even make a sound, as if the air inside his lungs have been sucked out and won’t ever be replaced. He’s mindless, boneless, falling against the headboard like he’ll never recover. He’s shaking and so close to orgasm by Jungkook fucking him relentlessly and being so attentive in the process. Jimin feels like he might be drooling and probably is, he’s not sure anymore. His face is wet from tears he didn’t realized had spilled. And his mind is slipping into something safe and relaxed, submission that keeps him protected in a way that no one has ever been able to understand.

And Jungkook keeps saying things in his ear as he fucks him raw and hard.

so pretty, fucking perfect, perfect body, bet you can be a little slut sometimes right? do you always like it this hard? this rough?

And Jimin just nods each time because it’s all true and he’s shameless about it, wants to rip down those walls for Jungkook to see who he really is on the other side.

And maybe it’ll scare him, or maybe it’ll bring them closer he doesn't know - it’s difficult to try and figure out when he’s getting pounded this way by the one guy that has been shaking up his entire life. Jimin has never been able to find anyone to satisfy him emotionally, he’s never been so impacted before. With other partners it’s like he’s playing a part, putting on a facade for the night just to get through it and cum already, but it’s fake - fake emotions in bed, fake emotions of attraction. Fake. Fake. Fake.

With Jungkook it’s anything but.

Jungkook slows eventually and Jimin’s body is tingling from the slaps to his bottom, shivering from Jungkook’s cock hitting sensitive spots inside of him, throbbing from the bite on his neck. He stops completely and his breath is uncontrollable. He leans close to Jimin’s face from behind and kisses at his cheek while his large hands caress all over his body to try and bring him back. “Jimin?”

Jimin just stays unmoving against the headboard with his body hurting in the best ways and his mind stuck in a haze, unable to barely keep himself upright anymore. He sniffles.

“Baby.”

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut at this word - something so simple and endearing that feels heavy with pure, raw emotion as if it’s said just for him.

Jungkook pulls himself out and Jimin feels as though his limbs won’t work. He lets Jungkook turn him around and adjust his body so he’s sitting right in Jungkook’s lap. Jungkook spreads his legs out in front of him on the bed while Jimin presses his feet flat on the mattress at his side. His arms slink around Jungkook’s neck with his forehead pressing against his for leverage. Jungkook helps him slide down onto his cock, and Jimin moans again at the stretch and shift in position. Then he’s flush against Jungkook’s thighs with his nails digging into his neck.

“Slow,” Jungkook breathes out as his mouth finds Jimin’s again to kiss him sweetly now. “Go slow.”

Jimin rolls forward and they both gasp.

“Good,” Jungkook is kissing him endlessly, puts his hands on his bottom to guide Jimin forward again and help keep him up in this position. Jimin finds a small rhythm slow like Jungkook had said, and his moans start to increase again with each roll of his hips on Jungkook’s cock. “You’re good. Fuck.”

“Did you mean it?” Jimin pants out as he grinds passively on Jungkook’s lap.

“That you’re good?” Jungkook breathes out. “Yes, god. So good.”

“No when - when you called me baby,” Jimin is shoveling down his nerves and every instinct inside of him that wants him to be miserable and alone. He gives up all control as pleasure radiates through his entire body. “Is that what I am to you?”

Jungkook grips at his waist possessively, moves his face so he’s looking at Jimin like he can see right through him. He doesn't hesitate with his words. “Do you want to be?”

Jimin’s eyes water on demand. He’s searching Jungkook’s expression for something, anything. His hands brush back Jungkook’s hair, his mouth parts as he grinds forward again and his cock suddenly finds his prostate in the position. Jimin chokes on his own voice and he clenches. Jungkook squeezes at his sides.

“I - "

Jimin moves again right there as electricity shoots right through every single vein in his body. He kisses Jungkook quick with new urgency overflowing him to cum, and he focuses on that spot.

“Say - say it again.”

Jungkook sucks in his lip with a lewd sound, helps Jimin find what he’s looking for by holding onto his hips as Jimin pushes down.

“Baby.”

“Again.”

“Baby.”

Jimin grips into his hair, feels one of Jungkook’s hand wrap around his cock and starts to pump him feverishly.

“It’s - ahhh, Jungkook,” Jimin tenses and his body starts to catch up to the pleasure. His belly catches on fire and the crushing, familiar sensation tears through him. And he’s close. Jimin’s thighs are quivering and he relies on Jungkook holding him up as he grinds down over and over to chase his release. But Jimin’s emotions are also playing a part in everything now as he replays Jungkook's words in his head, and his eyes water as Jimin cries out. “Again, again, please - ”

“Baby, are you’re gonna cum for me?” Jungkook moves his wrist quicker, his chest heaving and sweaty as he chases his own high. “Come on. Feel so good. Fucking, fuck. God, you’re unbelievable. Fuck, Jimin. Baby.”

Jimin, against all odds and exhaustion already devouring him, continues to move against Jungkook’s lap so Jungkook can find his orgasm, and as soon as Jimin knows he’s about to cum he finds Jungkook’s lips to kiss him desperately.

“I’m - I’m cumming,” Jimin whimpers into his mouth. His vision flashes and heat flares throughout his body as he cries even harder. He wraps his entire body around Jungkook, face digging into his shoulder as he cums and tries to rock his hips at the same time, wanting Jungkook to find it too, feeling hopeless for it. He bites at his ear, chants endlessly down the canal. “Cum with me, Jungkook please. Please.”

Jungkook is already there, and at Jimin’s words he’s grunting and chanting into Jimin’s skin while his moans increase alongside him and he cums. Their mouths find one another’s sensually, tongues speaking for them in place of words they can’t muster up. Their chests pant and glisten with sweat, and in the aftermath Jimin can feel the muscles in his thighs start to twitch.

Jimin swears in this moment something is shifting, like plates along the ocean floor, both gradually and suddenly, expected and unexpected. It shifts and takes Jimin along with it and throws him head first into something he’s never felt before. 

Jimin doesn’t want to let Jungkook go. Instead, he buries his face into his shoulder and whimpers sadly. Jimin thinks that he could stay right on Jungkook’s lap for the rest of his life - he could forget about school and work, forget everything.

In response Jungkook is cute. He tries to move Jimin off of his lap but Jimin clings to him even harder with a pout. He laughs endearing. "Jimin, come on."

He rolls them both so Jimin is laying on his side against the mattress and kisses him again before pulling out and removing the condom.

“You’re okay?” Jungkook asks sweetly. Jimin nods and pulls his lip between his teeth, hands still trying to be greedy and reach for him. “Be right back.”

Jungkook stumbles off the bed and goes to the bathroom that’s connected to the bedroom and closes the door. Jimin can hear the water from the sink start to run.

Jimin searches for a towel that he knows he has laying around somewhere in his room and cleans himself off, then pulls up a pair of pajama bottoms. Then he strips the first layer of his sheets off the bed and throws them in the corner of his room to wash later. And then he’s snuggling right back in bed, and he’s in pain just due to sex in general. But also mostly because he’s feeling small again, confused - immediately confused.

Jimin’s mind races as it usually does, constantly wondering if all of this with Jungkook is real, if what he’s feeling is even real. It’s scary, unexpected. He feels himself about to cry again, but Jungkook opens the door before he can.

There’s a small moment where Jungkook only hesitates about what he’s doing. He pulls up his boxers and stands at the edge of the bed fumbling with the comforter. He’s about to say something, probably along the lines of leaving. But Jimin just motions for him to join him in the bed, moves the comforter next to him away to make room.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything or question it, just crawls under the blanket with Jimin, covers them both up then wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist as they face each other.

“I’ll leave when you fall asleep,” Jungkook says softly. But Jimin shakes his head.

“Don’t.”

They stay quiet for a few seconds just laying there, eyes tracing over each other before he speaks again.

“We can just start that whole one month thing tomorrow.”

Jimin smiles lightly and then nods. “Yeah, we can.”

“You really want to?”

Jimin swallows, and the fear is instantly there to try and ruin everything, but Jimin shoves it away the best he can. “I do. I’m just worried, I guess.”

“About what?”

“Me,” Jimin tells him honestly. “I’m emotional. I feel too many things. I’m not lying when I tell you I’m difficult and complicated. I rarely even know what I’m feeling half the time. It’s confusing. That’s why I just had my plan of not dating and worrying about that stuff until after school. It’s hard for me to focus on all of it at once.”

“I understand, Jimin. I get it,” Jungkook rubs his fingers against his back. “I don’t want to pressure you into this. I just want you to be comfortable with whatever we decide to do.”

“It is pressure,” Jimin says next. “If we start dating then I have to commit to being attentive and a good boyfriend, right? I don’t mean to say that I don’t want those things eventually, it’s just that I’m not sure I can do that right now with school and work.”

“I know.”

“It’s sort of like what you went through, too. You know?” Jimin tries to explain even though he has this feeling that Jungkook already understands. But maybe Jimin needs to say it for himself. “You couldn’t handle all of those things and get good grades at the same time, so you had to cut something out. I did the same thing, I just couldn’t let go of my alcohol or getting screwed. I just decided not to have a boyfriend so I didn’t have to worry about that commitment.”

Jungkook is quiet for a moment and Jimin moves his eyes away as they lay there facing each other. He feels bad for saying these things, and even just speaking them out loud hurts Jimin in more ways than Jungkook probably even comprehends.

“But - but I want to try,” Jimin then says, moves his eyes back so him and Jungkook are looking at each other. “Like you said, what do we have to lose?”

Jungkook hums contently at Jimin’s words and snuggles in deeper. “Let’s just make a promise then.”

“A promise?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says. “We keep each other honest. If there’s something going on that we don’t like then we just say it. Just be open.”

“Easier said than done,” Jimin frowns. “I might get really mad at you for that.”

“Then I’ll tell you you’re being dramatic.”

“Then I’ll probably cry.”

“Then I’ll hold you just like this,” Jungkook pulls Jimin even closer to him. He kisses his mouth lightly and Jimin’s lip tremble. He feels himself getting worked up again at Jungkook’s words, at how determined he is and how confident he seems to be about the two of them making this work.

“What if I can’t stop crying?” Jimin sniffles and feels his eyes water at his own question. “What if I’m the worst boyfriend ever and you leave me because I can’t give you what you deserve?” Jimin feels a stubborn tear fall from his eye, and Jungkook’s thumb is there to wipe it away. “What if we hurt each other? What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then I’ll kiss you until you’re not crying anymore,” Jungkook says without hesitation and presses his lips right against Jimin's forehead. He cups at his face, a new softness in his tone that Jimin feels entranced by. “I’ll kiss you until you feel confident. I’ll kiss you so I won’t be able to leave.” Jungkook’s lips are on his nose, then on his cheek lovingly. “I’ll kiss you until we're not hurt anymore. I’ll kiss you until it works.”

And Jimin just cries. He can’t help. His body trembles at Jungkook’s words and Jungkook is right there with his lips all over Jimin’s face to kiss his tears away just like he promised. And it's so sincere, the most romantic and intimate moment he's ever shared with someone. It pulls Jimin's heart in a million directions and he lets himself feel everything just knowing that it's worth it.

Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s mouth. “Baby, it’s okay.”

Jimin’s not sure when they managed to fall asleep, but when he opens his eyes again it’s to the sound of Jungkook's slow breathing against him. And it’s heavenly, like something out of a dream or some romance novel that Jimin never bothered to open because he just wasn’t ready to read it. Not yet.

And maybe he’s still unsure, still not ready to open that chapter of his life entirely. But if meeting Jungkook is the prologue to this book then tonight is just the start of their story. And they can take it slow, they can learn more about each other and do things the right way.

And he’ll stay honest with him just like they promised.

Jimin slips out from Jungkook’s arms to use the bathroom and finds his phone on the table. He takes a picture of Jungkook in his bed sleeping so soundly and adds the photo to his snapchat story with a smile. He plugs in his phone then he settles right back in with his back facing Jungkook on his favorite side of the bed. He scrolls through the app, then feels Jungkook slip his arms around his waist from behind. He sticks his head on Jimin’s shoulder and his voice comes out low and groggy. “What are you doing?”

Jimin doesn’t say anything, just smiles and opens his story from the night so Jungkook can see all the cute little pictures he took of their date when he thought Jungkook wasn’t looking. He feels Jungkook squeeze at his waist and give a content sigh as Jimin scrolls through the photos. 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jimin locks his phone and Jungkook plants his lips all over Jimin's neck and face, squeezes him even harder. "Thank you."

Then Jimin shifts so he’s half on his side, half on his stomach, with his hands sliding underneath the coolness of the pillow. He brings his right leg up and snuggles into his bed.

“Is this how you sleep?” Jungkook asks cutely as he slides his arm across Jimin’s back and settles his hand right against his bare hip.

“This is my favorite position so get used to it,” Jimin says with a little laugh.

“Yeah, I will,” Jungkook says back with a tranquil hum. “Baby.”