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lights out by nine. that’s jungkook’s window. the doesn’t come to check on them until thirty minutes after curfew. the concert starts at ten and ends at midnight. he waits nervously on his bed, half-listening to something his dorm mate is saying. half the time, jungkook barely understands a word the man is saying, the other times, he just pretends to understand.
“what do you say?” his dorm mate asks. “should we play that tomorrow?”
jungkook lifts his head. “what?”
“curfew!” the priest shouts from outside, everyone scrambling to their dorm rooms. jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach, palms start to get sweaty. this was a mistake, this was a big mistake. maybe jungkook shouldn’t do this. but his phone is buzzing, probably taehyung asking if he’s going to show up.
it was jimin’s last show in busan before going on a mini tour for six weeks. after tonight, jungkook won’t have another chance to see him. so he devised a plan that he wasn’t too confident about but he was determined.
jungkook got into bed, pulling his covers up to his nose, and turning until his back was against the door.
“jeon?”
“here.”
“kim?”
“here.”
their lights were shut off, the door closing, and jungkook’s heart thumping. he waited a few more minutes, staring at his wall. just the soft light from their window illuminating down on jungkook. he’s going to need to walk along the roof, jump down two floors, and be gentle to not wake up the guard dogs.
jungkook waited another thirty minutes, biting down on his lip as the door opened. he heard the breathing hard, a sign that it was the one who only checked once throughout the night. the door closed and jungkook’s plan was in motion.
not wasting any more time, jungkook shoved off his covers, already wearing his outfit.
his roommate lifted his head, watching jungkook curiously. “you’re going to sneak out?”
jungkook nodded, putting on his shoes. “i am,” he said. “you won’t tell?”
“are you kidding me? that’s the coolest thing i’ve ever seen!” his dorm mate smiled. “where are you going?”
“concert.”
“what!” he whispered loudly. “that’s so cool! you have to bring me back something.”
jungkook smiled. “like what?”
“a guitar pick? or, or, or! maybe a shirt? do they sell shirts?”
“they do,” jungkook said. ”i’ll bring you both, if i can.”
his dorm mate nodded. “i’ll cover for you.”
“thanks,” jungkook whispered before climbing onto his bed, puffing up his pillow, and covering it with his blanket. “looks convincing?”
“eh,” his dorm room shrugged. “enough.”
“cool,” jungkook smiled, pushing open the window, shivering at the cold breeze. “if i’m not back by the morning, you don’t have to protect me.”
“are you going to run away?”
jungkook chuckled. “don’t give me ideas.”
jimin is nervous. he hates being nervous but he can’t help it. jungkook was supposed to be here by now but it’s already showtime and he hasn’t seen him once. was he stuck at the merch booth again? that guy and his need to buy stupid shirts with jimin’s face on them. they’re the reason why he was forced to some stupid religious university in the first place.
“two minutes,” said the stage directors, jimin groaning as he looked over to namjoon.
“can’t we wait a few more minutes?” he pleaded. “i just want to see someone.”
namjoon shook his head at jimin. “no can do, min,” he ruffles jimin’s hair as he smiles. “we waited enough. time to get you out there.”
“please?”
“nope,” namjoon lifts jimin from the chair, making him groan as he’s being lifted to the stage. “come on, you just have to perform tonight and then you’re on a plane to new york.”
jimin hums, helping the assistants as they put on his microphone. new york. jimin couldn’t help but look down at his feet. he didn’t want to go to new york without seeing jungkook.
but as he was lifted on stage, the crowd screaming his name, jimin had to push all of that away.
at least for a few hours.
jungkook is running as fast as he can, the cold wind hurting his face as he almost tripped during a turn. “i can see the venue,” jungkook says to taehyung. “what song is he performing?”
“‘lie,’” taehyung responds. “that means there’s only ‘filter’ left, guk. you have to get here before.”
“do you have my backstage pass?”
“yes, namjoon has also texted me about your whereabouts. this is so stressful but accelerating!”
jungkook laughed breathlessly, feeling his lungs start to burn as he finally reached the venue. “stick with me, tae,” jungkook huffs. “i’m nothing short of stress and acceleration.”
“are you here?”
“just outside,” jungkook runs to the back door. “open it for me!”
the door swings open, jungkook running inside before crashing into someone. he looks up to find taehyung smiling at him.
“hey,” taehyung laughs, squeezing jungkook’s cheek. “look at you, what the fuck are they feeding you?”
jungkook smiles, shoving away taehyung’s hand. he had forgotten that the last time taehyung saw him, jungkook was entering high school, cherubic and naive. now he is two years into university and completely bulked up. the only good thing about the university was the work out area. the pool, the equipment, and oddly enough, the boxing trainer.
“you look good,” taehyung’s eyes moved up and down jungkook’s body. this man sure is one to talk. taehyung is nothing like the boy he last saw him as neither. taehyung was much more mature now, growing into his body nicely. not to mention he was beyond handsome.
“you too, hyung,” jungkook says, missing that title. back in university, everyone, but the staff, were his age so there was no need for honorifics with the men there. not that jungkook was one to use it with his friends but he does miss the option.
“come on, i can hear the song coming to an end,” taehyung grabs his wrist, pulling jungkook backstage. as soon as he starts to see jimin’s staff, the realization settles into jungkook.
he was going to see jimin.
“wait,” jungkook pulls his hand out of taehyung’s hold, cheeks burning as he immediately squats in place. “i can’t do this.”
taehyung turns to look at him. “jungkook?”
“i can’t,” jungkook covers his face, his entire face burning now. he felt embarrassed, shy, and scared. “what if he doesn’t like me anymore? what if he doesn’t want to see me? what if he found someone else?”
taehyung laughed softly, holding out his hand. “you won’t know unless you talk to him.” he coaxed. “and you know jimin is and always will be absolutely taken by you. you mean a lot to him, jungkook.”
jungkook swallows, peeking out from behind his hands. “does he talk about me?”
“all the fucking time.”
“what does he say?”
taehyung smiled down at him, holding out his hand even closer to jungkook. “let’s get you into his dressing room and then we’ll talk.”
jimin is panting hard as the stage lowers him. namjoon is there, offering jimin a shoulder of support as jimin leans into him. “thank you for your hard work,” jimin says to everyone as they make their way to his dressing room.
“it’ll take approximately thirty minutes to get a van,” namjoon says over the loud fireworks. “so cool off in your dressing room and i’ll come get you to take you to your hotel room.”
jimin nodded, wondering if jungkook had made it. part of him felt guilty, knowing how hard it must be for him to sneak out of his university. he read online somewhere that jungkook’s university was one of the strictest ones. he didn’t want jungkook risking his education for jimin. but the other part of him wanted to say ‘fuck everything’ and have his jungkook here with him.
“how long will i have in the hotel room?” jimin asked. “i want to take a shower before boarding the plane.”
“i think you have three hours to spare,” namjoon said. “is that enough?”
maybe jimin should go pay jungkook a visit. in three hours would his university be accepting visitors? “maybe,” jimin smiled, namjoon laughing as he ruffled jimin’s hair again.
jimin finally makes it to his dressing room, exhausted, and ready to take a quick nap. he opens the door after namjoon smirks at him, making jimin curious as to the reason behind it. he opens the door, closing it behind him before turning around.
his heart jumps at his throat, lips turning up into a smile.
“jeon jungkook,” jimin whispers.
jungkook looks up from his phone. his eyes are brimmed with tears and his cheeks were pink — a clear sign that the younger one had been crying. but why? who made his jungkook cry?
“hyung,” jungkook says quietly as he stands up from the couch. jimin can only laugh, walking close enough to put his hand on jungkook’s cheek.
“you made it?” jimin asks, chuckling as his thumb caresses jungkook’s skin. “it wasn’t dangerous?”
jungkook shook his head immediately, lips turning into a small smile. “hyung,” jungkook says. “jiminnie hyung, jimin hyung, minnie.”
jimin smiles before stepping up to jungkook, the younger one following him with his eyes. “since when are you so formal?”
“i missed you,” jungkook says. “i missed you a lot, hyung.”
jimin chuckles, his other hand on jungkook’s hip. “you saw me nine months ago.” but jimin missed him too. he missed him so fucking much.
“too long,” jungkook shook his head. “do you—do you still mean what you told me?”
jimin smiles widely at jungkook’s question, always finding his shy side so fucking endearing. “what?” jimin teased. “what did i tell you?”
“that you,” jungkook looked down, cheeks turning even more pink. “that you like me.”
ah, there it is. right on cue, jimin’s heart starts to bounce everywhere, completely enamored with this man.
“yes,” jimin replies. “do you?”
jungkook lifted his head, tears stuck on his eyelashes, making them sparkle under the room lights. he looks so different from the last time jimin saw him. he looked much more stronger, much more manlier, much more mature. jimin almost didn’t recognize him. where had his baby gone? but as jungkook looks at him with his big brown eyes, jimin knows his baby is still there. and jimin has missed him so much.
“of course,” jungkook grabs jimin’s shirt in a tight clutch. “i didn’t—i didn’t mean to leave without answering. i should’ve just told you i felt the same.”
jimin smiled, humming at the younger man. nine months ago felt so long. nine months since jimin confessed to the younger one, nine months since jungkook just got up, and left without a word. jimin would’ve been heartbroken if it hadn’t been for the blush on jungkook’s cheeks when he left.
now, here they were again. blushing cheeks and confessions.
“that’s okay, angel,” jimin wiped away the tears from jungkook’s eyes. “you’re here now.”
jungkook nodded, looking down as he stepped closer to jimin. “you promised to do something the next time we saw each other.”
“did i?”
“don’t tease me,” jungkook whispers.
jimin smiles, grabbing jungkook’s chin, and tilting his head up. “need you to be looking at me to do it.”
“hyung,” jungkook says softly.
jimin tilts his head slightly before pressing their lips together. he waits for jungkook, patiently waits for him. a few moments later, jungkook is finally relaxing under jimin.
jimin smiles before kissing jungkook, feeling as jungkook kisses him back. they stay like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s taste. jungkook is a little more eager than jimin, tongue sliding everywhere, hips slowly starting to rut against jimin.
“jungkook,” jimin laughed as he pulled away a bit. “slow down.”
jungkook shook his head. “i don’t have all night.”
“relax baby,” jimin pressed a kiss. “i’ll make your time worthwhile.”
jungkook was nervous to say the least. jimin was holding his hand, pulling him to the hotel room. they were both giddy, both blushing as they got closer to the room. jungkook wasn’t sure what to expect or if he should even expect anything. but he was happy. unbelievably happy.
he’s spent so many years pining after jimin that he forgot how nice it felt to have someone like you back. jungkook feels lightweight for the first time in a long time.
two years in his religious university has taken a toll on jungkook. made him question who he is and what he believed in. but being here with jimin, jungkook remembers exactly who he is and what he believes in.
“are you hungry?” jimin asked as they stepped into the hotel room. “namjoon said we have three hours until my flight so we should drop you off in two hours.”
jungkook steps inside the hotel room, feeling his stomach churn as he watches jimin walk to the kitchen. the room was huge. it was bigger than jungkook’s dorm room.
“uh,” jungkook said. “yeah.”
jimin laughed fondly. “yeah?”
“yeah,” jungkook said as he slowly turned around, taking in the spacious hotel room. he didn’t even know they made rooms like this. how? since when? wow.
“are you hungry, kook?” jimin asks again. jungkook turns to look at jimin, who is leaned against the counter, watching him smugly.
“no, i’m fine,” jungkook blushes. “sorry, i’m not used to big rooms like this. or any hotel room for that matter.”
jimin hummed. “it’s fine,” he said. “i’ll eat after you leave.”
“you don’t have to,” jungkook shook his head. “please eat.”
“and waste time eating when i can be with you?” jimin smirked, wrapping his arms around jungkook’s waist. “i missed you, jungkook.”
jungkook’s heart skipped. “me too,” he whispered. “i wish i could’ve seen you perform.”
jimin laughed, pressing a kiss to jungkook’s forehead. “another time,” he said. “i’m just happy you were able to come.”
“jimin?”
“yes?”
jungkook lifted his head, biting his lip before chuckling nervously. “i want,” jungkook swallowed, feeling his stomach flip as jimin looked down at him. jimin’s gaze is soft and patient. like it always was with jungkook. even after these years, it was still the same. “i want you to be the first one.”
jungkook waits, jimin furrowing his eyebrows slightly before humming. “first one,” jimin echoes. “are you sure?”
jungkook leans his forehead against jimin’s shoulder, not able to look the man in the eyes. even with their height difference, jungkook felt small in jimin’s gaze. “yes,” jungkook said softly. “tonight.”
jimin let out a sigh, hand slowly sliding up and down jungkook’s back. “i don’t know, baby,” jimin replies. “if you feel pressured to do this—“
“no,” jungkook lifted his head, shaking his head. “no, no, oh my—jimin, no. it’s something i’ve wanted for a long time, i just didn’t think you wanted me like that. do—do you?”
jimin laughs as he squishes jungkook’s cheeks together. “you’re so cute,” jimin laughed. “do i want to? of course i do, only if you’re sure.”
jungkook hums. “i’m sure.”
“okay,” jimin smiles, pressing a kiss to jungkook’s lips. “you sure?”
“one hundred percent.”
“okay,” jimin nodded, chuckling before letting out a sigh. “okay, okay. we’re going to need lube and a condom, did you bring some?”
jungkook shook his head. “no.”
jimin hummed, looking around the room before nodding. “okay,” jimin walked over to his suitcase, jungkook watching him curiously.
“do you,” jungkook felt his cheeks warming up. “do you always carry lube and condoms?”
jimin laughed, lifting his gaze to look at jungkook. “what? are you jealous?”
“yes.”
jimin smiled wider at him. “yeah?”
jungkook nodded slowly, looking away from jimin. “i want,” jungkook said softly. “i want you to myself.”
jimin laughed, walking back to jungkook. jimin reached over, grabbing his chin, and lifting his head up. their eyes meeting, making jungkook tense up.
“jungkook-ah,” jimin said, a smirk growing on his lips. “guess what?”
“what?”
“i’m yours,” jimin said.
jungkook felt his heart flutter, leaning forward, and capturing jimin’s lips in between his. the force of the kiss makes jimin to stumble back, hands grabbing jungkook’s waist to steady both of them. jungkook is kissing him feverishly, completely taken back with how addicting this was. feeling jimin kiss him back, tasting jimin on his tongue, touching jimin’s warmth. jungkook could only moan and growl as he wanted more, needed more.
jimin is the first one to pull away, much to jungkook’s dismay. “relax, kook,” jimin smiled. “we have all night.”
jungkook nodded, his lips tingling for more. jimin caresses jungkook’s cheek before grabbing his hand.
“follow me,” jimin whispers, pulling jungkook towards the bedroom. jungkook’s heart is beating in his throat as he looks around the spacious bedroom. jimin is chuckling at him but jungkook doesn’t mind. he knows jungkook is being a little silly but this room was huge!!
“hyung, do you always stay in rooms like this?” jungkook asks, looking at jimin.
jimin nodded. “this one is smaller than the ones before.”
“what!”
jimin laughed, taking off his jacket before putting down the lube and condom he had found. jungkook feels nervous again. “are you sure you want this?”
“yes, hyung,” jungkook nods. “i’m just—just nervous.”
“have you ever touched yourself down there?” jimin asked. “like your asshole?”
jungkook felt his cheeks warm up as he slowly nods. “taehyung,” jungkook looked away. “taehyung bought me a dildo as a go away present.”
jimin snickers as he slowly walks over to jungkook. “so you know how to stretch yourself out?”
“yes.”
jimin hummed, pulling jungkook to the bed, indicating for the younger one to sit down. jungkook swallows before sitting on the edge of the bed. he moves back slightly as jimin goes down on his knees, slotting himself between jungkook’s legs.
“and you’ve touched yourself?” jimin asks, sliding one of his small hands up and down jungkook’s legs, as if to soothe his nerves but jimin’s touch only made jungkook even more nervous.
“yes.”
“okay,” jimin smiles. “i’m going to be slow so feel free to stop me, okay, baby?”
jungkook nods, heart beating fast as jimin starts to undo his belt buckle. staying true to his words, jimin slowly slides down jungkook’s jeans, eyes flickering up at him often. jungkook couldn’t help but giggle at jimin’s gentleness.
“what?” jimin smiled, slipping one of jungkook’s legs out.
“just,” jungkook said. “you’re very sweet.”
jimin laughed as he slipped jungkook’s other leg out of the jeans. “am i?” jimin licked his lips as he slides one of hands over jungkook’s crotch, his hardened dick pressed up against his boxers.
jungkook arched up against jimin’s touch, feeling all his heat go down to his dick, curling his toes as jimin started to palm him over the thin fabric.
“you’re so responsive,” jimin notes, leaning forward, pressing his tongue along the length of jungkook’s dick. jungkook moaned as he arched his back, chest moving fast. “so cute.”
“hyung,” jungkook whispers, his hand grabbing jimin’s shoulder.
“how long since you stretched?” jimin asks as he starts to pull down jungkook’s boxers. “pass me the lube.”
“a week,” jungkook replies, grabbing the lube from the bed, and handing it to jimin.
jimin hummed, turning his head to press a kiss to jungkook’s knee. “okay,” he said. “i’m going to stretch you out while i blow you, okay? that way it won’t hurt too much.”
jungkook nodded, biting his bottom lip as jimin pressed kisses up jungkook’s thigh. he was breathing hard but he kept his gaze on jimin. so many nights spent wondering how this would feel. how would it feel for jimin to touch him.
jimin presses one last kiss to jungkook’s hip before taking the tip of his dick into his mouth. jungkook gasps, arching his back as the warmth envelops him. “shit,” jungkook curses, furrowing his eyebrows. “hyung.”
jimin looks up at jungkook, sliding his dick deeper into his throat. jungkook is whining louder, ass lifting from the bed as he arches. jimin’s hands are sliding up and down jungkook’s thighs as he slowly moves his head up and down. jimin’s tongue is swirling around the tip before pulling away.
jungkook is sweating and he hasn’t even done anything yet. just from watching jimin.
“wrap your legs around my neck,” jimin says, jungkook widening his eyes in surprise. jimin laughs, shaking his head. “don’t worry about it, i’ll be fine.”
jungkook nods slowly, wrapping them around jimin’s neck loosely, heart jumping everywhere. “hyung?”
there’s a squirting noise, making jungkook squeak. jimin giggles as he starts to rub his hands over jungkook’s dick.
“you should always warm up the lube,” jimin says. “makes it more exciting.”
jungkook blushes. “i’ll remember for next time.”
jimin smiles, biting down on jungkook’s inner thigh. “don’t tease me,” jimin mumbles as he side eyes jungkook. “that only gets me more excited.”
jungkook is blushing harder but all of that goes out his mind as jimin takes him back into his mouth. he gasps loudly, arching up into jimin’s warm mouth. “fuck,” jungkook whispers. but soon that sensation is quickly replaced with jimin’s lubed fingers slipping into his asshole, making jungkook whimper loudly. “hyung.”
“i know, baby,” jimin is whispering, sucking on jungkook’s tip before sliding his tongue down the backside. all while thrusting his fingers in and out of jungkook’s asshole. “you feel so good, taste so good, you know that, baby boy?”
“mmm,” jungkook is trying to repress his moans but it’s not working. as jimin slides his fingers out, only to thrust them back in deeper and harder, jungkook is screaming in pleasure. back arched, legs wrapped around jimin’s neck tightening. fuck, jungkook could come just from this. jimin’s warm hands, jimin’s fingers. “please, hyung, i can’t—i can’t hold it.”
jimin slips his fingers out without another word, sucking on jungkook’s tip before pulling away completely. jungkook instantly feels jimin’s loss, making him scramble to find the man. jungkook’s throat tightens when he finds jimin stripping.
his eyes move everywhere, not knowing where to look. the defined muscles, the strong thighs, the hip bones, the pink and erected dick. his mouth waters the more he stares.
“you look so fucked,” jimin teases as he pumps himself before sliding down the condom. “you look really fucking attractive like this, you know that?”
jungkook doesn’t say anything, just looks down at jimin’s dick, toes curling in anticipation. he’s used a dildo before but taehyung always says that sex is different. how different? fuck, jungkook’s heart was going to jump out of his chest.
“still want this?” jimin whispers as he climbs over jungkook.
jungkook nods. “one hundred percent.”
jimin smiles as he presses a kiss to jungkook’s lips. “you’re so cute,” he whispers before aligning himself. jungkook can feel jimin’s tip as it slowly circles his rim, making him gasp. jimin teases him further, only sliding the tip before pulling out.
“all of it,” jungkook whines, arching up. “hyung.”
“bratty baby boy,” jimin smirks, tilting his head to kiss jungkook’s neck. “that’s not how hyung taught you to be.” jimin slides his tongue along his neck, making jungkook close his eyes. “ask nicely, how hyung taught you.”
jungkook slides his hands up jimin’s chest, fingers sliding over the tattoo on his rib cage. he has to swallow to speak. “please,” jungkook wraps one leg to jimin’s waist, pulling the man closer. “please fuck me, hyung.”
jimin smirks wider before rolling his hips, sliding into jungkook easily. the stretch is a little painful but jungkook has a big tolerance for pain. it still makes his body stiffen, making jimin look down at him with a worried look.
“jung—“
“harder,” jungkook whispers, meeting jimin’s worried gaze. “please, hyung. fuck me harder.”
jimin chuckles, biting down on jungkook’s skin before thrusting harder into him. “i’m trying to be romantic, you brat,” jimin’s eyes darkened as he looked at him.
jungkook giggled, about to say something when jimin kissed him. jungkook instantly melts into the kiss, jimin slowly picking his pace as he starts to thrust into jungkook. jimin fucks into him fast and hard, jungkook moaning into jimin’s mouth, feeling as the older man wrapped a hand around his dick, pumping him just as fast.
jungkook has to pull away from the kiss, which allows jimin to go for his neck. jimin is fucking into him so fast and so hard that jungkook’s toes are curling, broken string of moans falling from his mouth. along with the sensation of jimin jerking him off, jimin sucking and biting jungkook’s neck. he’ll definitely have marks tomorrow but he doesn’t care. he just moans and whimpers as jimin lifts his legs to fuck even deeper into him.
“yes, yes, yes,” jungkook moans louder and louder, all his nervousness flying out the window. he feels so good, so high, so overwhelmed, and so euphoric. his dick is twitching in jimin’s hand, could feel him smirking in his neck.
“cum for me,” jimin whispers and jungkook does, shaking in pleasure as he cums all over jimin and himself. jimin is biting down on his shoulder before thrusting a few more times, jungkook whimpering at the over sensitivity as jimin cums.
the two men are panting, the room smelling of sex and sweat. jungkook feels sleepy and giddy as he stares up at jimin.
“six weeks?” jungkook whispers.
jimin nods. “six weeks.”
jungkook lets out a sigh, hand sliding up and down jimin’s side. “you promise to text me?”
“of course,” jimin caresses jungkook’s cheek. “i always do.”
jungkook feels his eyes water for some reason but he doesn’t hold them back. he’s never had to around jimin. “and you’ll still want me?”
jimin nods, smiling at him. “always.”
“six weeks.” jungkook whispers.