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Jeongguk is laying on the bed in the middle of the hotel room, with a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist and a zip-up hoodie of the same colour closed up to his chest. Jimin walks out of the shower with an oversized shirt and a pair of black boxers and sees the younger, with part of his chest exposed from not having anything underneath the hoodie and he has to make a double take. They’ve seen each other naked already, but Jimin won’t get used to Jeongguk’s beauty anytime soon.

“Thought you would’ve already fallen asleep.” Jimin smiles, drying his hair with a white towel.

“I’m holding up because of you.” Jeongguk says with a tired voice, leaving his phone on the bedside table and patting the spot next to him on the bed so the older comes closer to him. When his hair isn’t dripping anymore, Jimin tosses the towel to the side and climbs up the bed, sitting down next to Jeongguk.

“Are you hungry?” Jimin asks. “I can order some food for you if you want.” He adds. However, Jeongguk shakes his head and smiles gently.

“I honestly only want to sleep.” Jeongguk sighs. Jimin nods and turns the lights of the suite off. He hesitates at first, but he turns to look at Jeongguk and the younger is already scooting closer and grabbing him by the arm to pull him down next to him. Jimin rests his head on Jeongguk’s chest as the younger circles his waist with his arms. He knows that by the time he wakes up his right arm will be completely numb, but he doesn’t care because he wants to feel Jimin close to him at all times.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?” Jimin suddenly asks, tilting his head up to look at Jeongguk. From this angle he can see the shape of his jawline even in the dark. He brings his hand up and presses it on Jeongguk’s chest, dragging his fingertips slowly up and down, creating cute patterns on the younger’s skin.

“Whatever you want.” Jeongguk replies, hand sneaking on Jimin’s hair and cradling his fingers through it. “You’re the one who knows this city like the back of his hand.”

Jimin giggles. “Okay. I’ll show you all the cool places I know. I’ll be your personal guide of this trip.”

“You better.” Jeongguk says, closing his eyes and feeling his heart at ease for the first time in almost three weeks.

“Have a good night, Jeonggukkie.” Jimin says with a sweet voice, resting his weight with one elbow and leaning in to press a small peck on Jeongguk’s lips. He feels giddy once he pulls away as fast as he can, but Jeongguk’s hand sneaks behind his nape and holds him right there, with only a few inches away from his lips. The younger smirks and opens his eyes only in the slightest.

“Okay, Beautylover123.” Jeongguk says with a tired yet teasing tone.

Jimin is mortified the minute his brain processes what Jeongguk has just said. He thought it was quite obvious but not that obvious!

“Oh my god— you knew?!” Jimin exclaims, covering his face with the hand that was caressing Jeongguk’s chest. The gasp of fear that Jimin just let out makes Jeongguk start laughing really loud, to the point he starts scrunching his nose. Jimin notices and takes a few seconds to look at him attentively to hold this moment in his memories. He can also make him smile like that.

“Jimin, baby, you had one of your pictures as the avatar of that profile!” Jeongguk says, making the older blush madly.

“So if you knew why didn’t you say anything?!” Jimin whines, hiding his face inside the crook of Jeongguk’s neck out of pure embarrassment.

Jeongguk caresses the back of his head. “Because I was angry and hurt, and I just couldn’t understand why you’d do that.”

“Because I was dumb and I missed you.” Jimin replies. “I mean… I’m still dumb—”

“Don’t say that about yourself.” Jeongguk says, voice turning softer and lips turning into a pout.

“But I was! If I hadn’t run away I would’ve known you also had feelings for me.” Jimin replies with a thin voice.

“Hey, look at me.” Jeongguk says, placing his hand under Jimin’s chin and making him look right in his eyes. “Everything’s fine, okay? That’s what really matters.” He says, and Jimin nods slowly. “Come here.” Jeongguk says, even if Jimin is already pressed up against him. Jeongguk sits up slightly, with his upper back and head resting against the header of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks, sitting down on the mattress.

“I wanna kiss for a bit.” Jeongguk says bluntly. He must notice the blush on Jimin’s cheeks because he then is rising one of his eyebrows and smirking. “Do you like the idea?”

Jimin nods and slowly gets comfortable on Jeongguk’s lap. He leans in and they start to kiss slowly, with Jimin’s hands roaming up and down Jeongguk’s buff chest. He sometimes tugs at the zipper and lowers it just a tiny bit, exposing more of his skin that is now burning hot in comparison to before. Jeongguk’s hands rest on Jimin’s lower back and they sometimes reach  down his knees, and then back up from his inner thighs. They make out slowly and silently, with only the sounds of their lips and Jimin’s hums from time to time, especially when Jeongguk tugs at his bottom lip or when he kisses down his neck a little harsher than before. Jimin feels on cloud 9, and so does Jeongguk. They fall asleep cuddled next to each other between kisses and caresses, and Jimin thinks New York suddenly is much more beautiful than all those years he’s been visiting it.

 

The next day Jimin wakes up with Jeongguk’s body on top of him, shirtless. He might have been hot during the night so he decided to take the hoodie off. Jimin feels his buff body covered in tattoos crushing him to the mattress. The younger is sleeping soundly with his head buried in the crook of Jimin’s neck, with his arms on either side of Jimin’s head, and his chest pressed up to Jimin’s. One of his legs is draped around Jimin’s middle and the older wonders when did they change positions while sleeping. He giggles softly and since Jeongguk isn’t as heavy as he thought he would be on top of him, he waits until the younger wakes up by himself. The sun is peeking through the windows so it won’t take longer for him to wake up anyway. Jimin takes his time to massage Jeongguk’s head and play with his hair, caress his arms and back, run his fingers down his spine very, very slowly, scrape his nails ever so gently on Jeongguk’s lower back. Jimin is so endeared and he feels so safe that he doesn’t notice when Jeongguk finally wakes up and turns his head towards him.

“Are you petting me?” He says, with his usual husky voice right after waking up.

Jimin feels his heart skip a beat but he continues to run his hands up and down Jeongguk’s back.

Jimin hums as a yes. “Do you like it?” He asks.

“Yeah.” Jeongguk says, changing his position slightly, nuzzling into Jimin’s neck like an actual cat.

“Then I’ll do it more.” Jimin continues to do so for what feels like an eternity to Jeongguk. He feels like he might fall asleep again like that, but before he closes his eyes again, he remembers that they’re in New York and they’ll already have more time to laze around like this. He smiles when he thinks about it. They’ll have time to laze around. Jeongguk still can’t believe all of this.

“We should get ready and visit the city.” Jeongguk sits up, missing Jimin’s contact already. The older agrees and they get out of the bed to get ready for the day. Jimin dresses in cute yet comfortable clothes and Jeongguk wears his signature all-black, all-oversized clothes. Jimin takes his umbrella with him just in case and Jeongguk holds his hand on their way out of the suite.

“Let’s get some breakfast first. What do you want?” Jimin asks, looking at Jeongguk with a smile as they hop into the elevator.

“I don’t know…” Jeongguk trails, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist from behind right after the doors close before them. He presses a couple of wet kisses on Jimin’s neck and the older squirms.

“I didn’t think of you as the clingy one.” Jimin jokes, placing his hands over Jeongguk’s.

“Oh, you’ll get tired of me, then.” Jeongguk jokes.

“I don’t think so.” Jimin scrunches his nose. “I’m also very clingy.” He says, pecking him.

Suddenly the doors of the elevator open again and they both jump away from one another, not too far away but enough to save themselves from being in an awkward situation with someone else. Jeongguk clears his throat and Jimin looks down until they finally reach the reception lobby. They walk out and Jimin suggests getting Starbucks.

All the way up - Jay Park

“That’s so American of you.” Jeongguk teases, intertwining their fingers.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Absolutely yes.” Jeongguk replies. They walk hand in hand, swinging their hands back and forth as they talk about anything and everything until they find a Starbucks place in the middle of Times Square. Jimin is glad he doesn’t have to hide from people as much as he has to back in Korea, nor does Jeongguk. However, the younger still wears a black bucket hat that looks really cute on him, so Jimin can’t really complain.

“What if we go shopping today and then visit the Liberty Statue? The views are beautiful there.” Jimin says after he takes a long sip of his coffee.

“I’d love that. Honestly, I was such in a hurry that I barely brought any clothes.” Jeongguk chuckles.

“Yeah, I saw that.” Jimin joins. “You’re gonna love New York. Or at least I hope you do.” Jimin adds.

“I’m sure I will as long as I’m with you.” Jeongguk whispers, making Jimin blush madly. Jimin takes him to the 5th avenue, showing him his favourite shops on their way there and telling him where the best cafés and restaurants are. “We should have dinner at a fancy restaurant before leaving.” Jeongguk suggests.

“That’s an amazing idea, but to do that you need fancy clothes.” Jimin says, nudging him with his elbow.

“That’s why you’re here, baby.” Jeongguk says. Jimin feels his heart get warmer with the pet name.

“I like it when you call me that.” Jimin says, shyly hiding his nose in his thin scarf as they walk hand in hand, looking away from the younger.

“I figured.” Jeongguk shrugs. Jimin leads him inside one of the shops that he likes the most.

“Really? How?” Jimin asks, starting to look for clothes.

Jeongguk stands behind him, leaning in to whisper in his ear “You moaned louder every time I called you that when we had sex.” He says, right in the middle of the shop. Jimin’s knees go weak and he has to grab Jeongguk’s arm in case he faints of how much his body started boiling.

“Jeongguk!” Jimin whisper-shouts, turning around with wide eyes and a shocked expression plastered all over his face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Jeongguk says, trying not to be too loud in this too quiet store. “I just missed teasing you.” He says, hugging him from behind as Jimin turns around to focus back on the clothes on the hangers.

Jimin decides to clear his throat and ignore Jeongguk’s comment. “Do you like this one?” Jimin says, pulling out a white, short-sleeved shirt with the brand name on the middle in a grey colour and a simple font. “It’s a little wide on the sleeves, I like how these shirts look on you.” He says, sincerely.

“I’ll try it on.” Jeongguk says right away.

Jimin takes it with him and searches for more. He comes across a striped shirt made out of the same material but different colours and Jeongguk says he also likes that one. They walk around the store with Jeongguk back-hugging Jimin. The older gets shy when he catches people staring but Jeongguk definitely does not care. It’s because he’s in a different country and no one really recognises him here, and he’s also wearing a hat that covers almost the entirety of his face. He takes a few more pieces of clothing and Jeongguk heads to the line for the changing rooms whilst Jimin searches some more. He sees a pair of black jeans and a pair of high boots and brings them over to Jeongguk too.

“Hi.” Jimin gets inside the changing room just like that, looking down at the jeans in his hands. “I thought these would look nice on you.” He says with a smile. When he looks up, he finds Jeongguk frozen, cheeks blushing.

“I— you’re inside here.” Jeongguk states the obvious.

And Jimin finally clicks. “Oh my god.” He gasps. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, oh my god. I came in here without your permission, I’ll go right away—”

“It’s fine, please stay. I was just surprised.” Jeongguk says, grabbing Jimin’s wrist before he can get out of the small room. “Normally people do that when they have a lot of trust between one another, that’s all.” Jeongguk explains. “But stay, I like it when you’re close to me.”

“O-okay…” Jimin says, suddenly seeing Jeongguk is without a shirt on. Again. He awkwardly hands him the pants and Jeongguk tries them on with the white shirt tucked in. Jimin compliments how good he looks and that he likes this style very much.

“Do you think this would reach to your upper thighs?” Jeongguk wonders, tugging at the white shirt.

“I think so… why?” Jimin asks, taking it from Jeongguk as the younger takes it off and hands it to him.

“Because I’d like to see you in it.” Jeongguk smirks, and Jimin really thinks he’s going to be the death of him.

“How are you suddenly so bold?” Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I honestly don’t know.” Jeongguk shrugs. He steps closer to Jimin until he’s cornering him against the wall, without a single complaint from the older. “I guess you just make me lose all my inhibitions.” He whispers the last part against Jimin’s lips, only to then attack him with a million silly kisses that have Jimin laughing out loud as he tries to get out of his grip. The girl working at the store even asks if they’re okay and they finally stop fooling around. Jeongguk tries on the rest of the clothes and finds that Jimin’s advice isn’t really useful because he likes everything on Jeongguk. They end up leaving with half the clothes Jeongguk tried on and they walk out with the younger’s hand securely holding Jimin’s waist. They spend the rest of the morning shopping for fancy and casual clothes for Jeongguk. Jimin can’t resist it so he tries some things on for himself too and Jeongguk sneaks in his fitting room just like Jimin had done, unless this time they’re at the Chanel store and Jeongguk is sucking a hickey on Jimin’s collarbone and the latter is trying not to let out any sound. After they pay and Jimin makes sure for the tenth time that his hickey isn’t visible, they get back to the hotel to leave all their bags in there. They order some delivery food for lunch and they stay in watching TV on the afternoon because it rains again. Jimin is a little bummed out because he wanted to show Jeongguk around Times Square before going to the Liberty Statue but now he can’t.

“It’s fine, Jimin. We have a lot of time to see everything.” Jeongguk says, holding him close as they watch the rain fall and stain the windows. Jimin leans his back on Jeongguk’s chest and plays with his hands. “Let’s stay in for the rest of the day and visit the Statue tomorrow.” Jeongguk says with a soft voice, to which Jimin agrees.

They end up going to a vegan shop not too far away from their hotel and buy some groceries to cook dinner together. They film it for Jimin’s channel and they have a great time, so good that it goes by so fast. Jimin looks at the footage whilst Jeongguk is laying on the bed watching Netflix, rubbing his stomach because he’s full. He notices how smiley they both are, more than in their other videos they filmed together.

“We look cute.” Jimin mumbles, catching Jeongguk’s attention.

“I told you we’d make a cute couple since the very beginning.” Jeongguk says, nonchalantly. “Now leave that for another day and cuddle me.” Jeongguk says, making grabby hands at him like a baby. Jimin smiles and leaves his computer aside, throwing himself on top of Jeongguk and wrapping himself around him. He sighs in content at the warm sensation and he is actually pretty amazed at how their relationship took a turn for the better. It’s like being two weeks away from each other has made them be extremely needy of the other’s presence. The show playing on the TV is long forgotten at some point, the only thing they’re focused on is their lips against the other’s, hands under shirts, lips on necks, fingers on hair. Jeongguk rolls them both around when Jimin starts to rub on his lap, making the older get under him, blushing right at the action. Jimin wraps his arms and legs around Jeongguk like a koala to resume what he was doing but Jeongguk places one firm hand on his stomach.

“Let’s slow down a bit.” He says, whispering against his lips. He kisses him gently and slowly then, calming Jimin down, and himself for that matter.

“Okay.” Jimin pants slightly, untangling his legs from Jeongguk’s middle. “I’m excited for tomorrow.” He says, Jeongguk plops down on top of him like he did in the morning. Jimin caresses his hair gently. “In two days I have a photoshoot and it will probably last the entire day. Will you be okay?” He asks the younger.

Jeongguk snorts. “As if I couldn’t live without you.” He says with a teasing tone.

Jimin rolls his eyes at him and continues to pepper kisses all over Jeongguk’s face, neck and hair. They fall asleep just like that, and the next morning Jimin wakes up all cuddled up to Jeongguk and he doesn’t plan on letting go.

Jeongguk wakes up almost an hour later, feeling Jimin’s fingers draw small patterns on his lower stomach, and his lips pressed to his bare shoulder gently. His eyes flutter open and the first thing he sees once his vision focuses is Jimin standing up and hovering over him, looking at him with a sleepy smile, and Jeongguk feels like he’s in heaven, as if he’s floating in a cloud and the most precious angel has just greeted him.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Jimin teases, lowering down to press a lingering kiss on Jeongguk’s lips.

“Morning.” Jeongguk trails, reaching up to brush Jimin’s hair out of his face. “I’m still not used to jet lags.” He says with a husky voice.

“Let’s get ready, we have a lot of things to see today.” Jimin says, getting up and walking out of the bedroom. Jeongguk takes a quick shower and when he gets out, Jimin is already dressed up and he’s holding two cups of coffee and a paper bag with pastries inside.

“What’s all of this? A late breakfast in bed?” Jeongguk asks, letting his towel fall to the floor. Jimin is about to look away but he sees the younger already put boxers on.

“It’s a treat.” Jimin shrugs. “I hope you like these.” He says, reaching out to hand the paper bag to Jeongguk. “They’re donuts from a food truck right at the corner. They’re the best in the entire city.”

“A one-dollar donut is the best thing in the entire city? Bet.” Jeongguk smirks, taking one of the bag and biting at it as wide as he can. His eyes widen when he gets to taste it. Jimin might have been exaggerating, but that was definitely one of the best donuts he’s ever tried.

Jeongguk takes his time savouring the donuts Jimin bought for him and then he finishes getting ready, which apparently Jimin loves to witness since he feels his eyes on him all the time as he gets dressed. Then, they head outside and they walk hand in hand through the busy streets of New York until they reach a subway station close enough that will take them to the ferry they have to catch to get to the Liberty island. Jimin insisted in bringing his camera with him, so they take a lot of pictures and also film quite a bit of their walk towards the station. At one point, when they’re already sitting on the train, Jimin takes out his camera again and points it at them. Jimin is resting his head on Jeongguk’s wide shoulder and the younger is looking around inside the coach. It’s very different from the ones they have in Seoul so he really wants to take a good look at it to remember as much as he can.

“Hello guys.” Jimin says, waving at the camera as he talks with the most fond smile ever. “Today we’re going to visit the Liberty statue. I’ve been there a couple of times but since it’s Jeonggukkie’s first time in New York, we definitely have to see it!” He says. At the mention of his name, Jeongguk turns to the camera and looks directly at the lease, getting closer to it. Jimin can’t wait to see that clip because he’s sure he will look adorable in it.

“Jeonggukkie?” Jeongguk asks, looking down at Jimin with a raised eyebrow.

“Mhm.” Jimin hums. “It’s a cute nickname.” He looks back at him, as if the camera didn’t exist. They stare at each other for a couple more seconds before Jeongguk leans in and kisses hims short and sweet because they’re still in public at eleven in the morning. Jimin seems satisfied, however. “We went shopping yesterday, but I didn’t get to film anything.” He adds, looking at the camera once again.

“I bought a lot of oversized shirts and pants.” Jeongguk informs.

“But they look good on him, so it’s okay.” Jimin talks to the audience. “I hope we take a lot of pictures here because my Instagram feed is dead.”

“I can take all the pictures you want.” Jeongguk offers, placing his hand on his thigh and squishing slightly.

“Thank you!” Jimin says excitedly. He finishes the video afterward and a couple of minutes later they get off the coach. They reach the ferry and Jeongguk pays for two tickets this time. It’s a little windy but it’s fine because this way Jimin has the excuse to cling onto the younger, but even if he didn’t have one he would’ve done it either way. Jeongguk is amazed when he sees the statue, and he says out loud all his thoughts.

“I thought it would be bigger.” Jeongguk says, not knowing Jimin is filming him. “It looks bigger in the movies.” He adds.

“Are you disappointed?” Jimin chuckles, which makes Jeongguk turn to him abruptly and gasp.

“No! Of course not!” He says, defensively. Jimin takes more shots as they reach the island, of the water, the ferry, the clouds in the sky, the statue itself, of Jeongguk— Especially of Jeongguk. He just can’t get his eyes off of him. Every time he gasps in awe because he still can’t process he’s here, every time he giggles, when he tries to say something in English and he gets surprised because he’s actually good at it, when he takes his own pictures of the skyline of the city and calls for Jimin to take a picture with him. Jimin can’t believe he fought with his own feelings that much when having feelings for him was this easy. Jeongguk was just so lovable, so incredibly sweet and gentle and—

“Let’s take a picture kissing, with the city in the background.” Jeongguk specifies.

And, god, who’s Jimin to say no to that? When Jeongguk’s eyes sparkle and his hair is messy because of the wind, his nose is red because of the cold breeze and he looks like the most adorable puppy in the world?

“Okay.” Jimin agrees, and he lets the younger take his phone out and kiss him again and again, snapping hundreds of pictures as Jimin just lets himself melt in Jeongguk’s embrace. Jimin feels his heart bump harder and harder against his chest as a thought runs through his mind. He’s a little scared to say it at first, but he figures that he shouldn’t be when Jeongguk looks at him with those eyes full of hope. He wonders if Jeongguk knows Jimin looks at him like that too.

“Let’s go to a fancy restaurant tonight. I’m paying.” Jimin says when Jeongguk thinks there’s enough pictures already.

“Okay, but you’re most likely not paying.” Jeongguk shakes his head.

“I most likely am.” Jimin argues, playfully.

“You’re not.” Jeongguk insists. And they bicker and bicker all the time, joking around like two teenagers in love, with not a single care in the world. And Jimin realises that with Jeongguk, all his worries go away just like that. With his presence, he feels automatically better. And he never wants to let that go.

Once they get back to the hotel after spending all day outside, Jimin gets inside the shower quickly to gather his thoughts. Had he been clear enough that he was asking Jeongguk on a date? Like an actual date? Sure, they’ve spent two days together and slept in the same bed since Jeongguk appeared here, and now they’re acting like a couple, almost. Jimin blushes at that and turns the water slightly colder. Sure, they’ve done all of that, but they’re still not officially together, they haven’t even gone on an official date yet. When he gets out of the shower, Jeongguk rushes to clean himself as well, and Jimin stays in the living room of the suite for a while, peeking inside the bedroom once Jeongguk is done. He sees him dress nicely, and he figures he understood it. Jimin proceeds to get ready on cue and when the clock strikes 7pm they’re both ready.

똑같은 날 - RaD

Jimin takes them to a restaurant Jen had recommended him, since he didn’t know much about restaurants out of the middle of Times Square. It’s an Italian restaurant, dimly-lit, with wooden tables and chairs and a lot of plants hanging from the ceiling. There’s candles and flowers in the middle of every table, and there’s a soft classical music playing in the background. Jimin figures Jeongguk realised this is a date when the younger pulls him closer and whispers in his ear. “I love this.”,with his thumb rubbing at his lower back.

It’s a nice dinner. Jimin orders spaghetti with a fancy sauce and Jeongguk some steak, and they share both dishes like they do back in Korea. They drink an expensive white wine that makes Jimin the tiniest bit lightheaded, which he appreciates because if not he’d be melting right then and there by the way Jeongguk is looking at him. After dinner, Jimin insists they should go to the Empire State, because the view at night is incredibly beautiful and it isn’t the same if you go in the morning. So Jeongguk accepts. The light buzz of the wine disappears from Jimin when they get there, and his heart fills with joy when he sees Jeongguk with his mouth agape the minute they get outside the terrace of the building. The sky is completely dark above them, but there’s an infinity of lights that illuminate their surroundings, the tallest buildings outstanding from the rest, and the lights are extended into what seems like infinity, like the city never ended. Looking at New York from above has always made Jimin feel powerful, but this time he felt so weak, with Jeongguk by his side and making his way into his heart like he was doing, really fast and really hard. Jimin didn’t know if he could take it much longer, he felt completely and utterly—

“Be my boyfriend.” Jeongguk blurts out when they’re both looking out of the balcony. Jimin’s heart stops abruptly. They turn to look at each other at the same time. “Please. I can’t stand a second more without you being mine.” He whispers, and Jimin doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry. A mix of emotions rushes through him, and he’s never been the best at expressing them, so he only nods and pulls Jeongguk into a kiss, hoping he gets to convey everything he’s feeling to Jeongguk. The younger grabs him by the cheeks and he caresses his skin with his thumbs as they kiss, tenderly and a little shy, even.

Which completely takes a turn the minute they get inside the hotel suite, and they’re both clutching at each other’s coats, desperately trying to get them off and feel each other. Feel skin, feel the hairs on the back of their necks prickle, feel the sides of their stomach twitch with unexpected kisses and licks. They barely make it to the bedroom, stumbling and awkwardly taking off their shoes, undoing each other’s buttons and belts. Jimin yelps into the kiss when Jeongguk grabs him by the underside of his thighs and pulls him up. Jimin immediately circles his legs around his torso and the younger finally reaches the bedroom. However, he doesn’t go to the bed and instead stays with Jimin pressed up against the wall as he sinks his lips on the older’s neck.

“Jeongguk—- nggh, don’t leave marks…” Jimin hates saying that. “The commercial…” Right, Jimin had a commercial shooting the day after.

“Fuck.” Jeongguk cusses, detaching his lips from his neck and reaching lower to continue working his magic. Jimin tugs at Jeongguk’s hair hard enough for it to be a little bit painful, but it’s the good kind of pain. He’s squirming and moaning against Jeongguk’s ear, moving his hips to create some kind of friction between them. “Fuck taking things slow.” Jeongguk says, and then reaches down Jimin’s halfway done pants and cups him inside his boxers. Jimin’s legs tighten around Jeongguk and that’s how he knows Jimin likes it. He jerks him off for a while until he’s hard.

“Babe, the lube. Grab the lube.” Jimin says, desperately, between low moans.

Jeongguk then stops, head coming back to reality and wanting to smack himself in the face. “I didn’t bring any with me.” He breathes out, as agitated as Jimin is. “Shit. I was so desperate that I didn’t—” He starts rambling but Jimin pulls him in for another kiss.

“I have it.” Jimin whispers against Jeongguk’s lips. “I brought some with me.”

Jeongguk looks at Jimin with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Did you think I’d spend two weeks alone without touching myself after I got to taste what’s it like with you?” Jimin snaps. Jeongguk laughs and lets him back on the floor to go get the lube. “I’ve been horny-sad for weeks now. Weeks.” He adds, and Jeongguk laughs harder. He gets this opportunity to take off his shirt completely and pull down his pants as well. He grabs the bottle inside of Jimin’s luggage and get back to him.

Jeongguk kneels down to help Jimin out of the rest of his clothes and leaves a few naughty kisses and bites close to his crotch, making the older sigh in pleasure. He gets back on his feet and grabs one of Jimin’s legs, circling it around his lower stomach and holding it in place with one hand. Jimin helps him by pouring some of the lube on Jeongguk’s fingers and warms it up. Jeongguk kisses him once more and he starts teasing him with it, making Jimin hiss and whine whenever it feels like he’s going to finally push inside but then he backs away. He does that until Jimin gets a little bratty and he finally pushes his first finger inside. He goes slow but doesn’t stop either. It doesn’t burn as much as it did last time, since Jimin has been playing with himself lately due to the lack of Jeongguk.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Jeongguk breathes out against Jimin’s lips, eyes closed.

“One more, please.” Jimin asks, and Jeongguk does what he’s told. He moves his fingers in and out skilfully, not too fast nor too deep, only enough to get him stretched, but he still gets Jimin moaning and sighing. He adds one more finger and Jimin is begging him to reach deeper so he can brush against where he needs him the most. However, Jeongguk doesn’t listen and instead takes all the fingers out.

“Should I— Should I blow you?” Jimin asks, looking down at Jeongguk’s boxers, nails digging in his biceps.

“No, I’m already hard as a rock by just having you like that.” Jeongguk whispers. It’s dirty and vulgar but it still makes Jimin laugh.

Jimin pulls Jeongguk’s boxers down and he takes his time putting some more lube on him. They both like it wet, especially when the sounds mix with their pants and moans, so Jimin pours a little too much. Jeongguk then grabs his other leg, pulling him up. Jimin circles his arms around Jeongguk’s neck but he barely has to do anything because Jeongguk is holding him tight and strong against the wall easily. He slowly starts to push the tip of his dick inside of Jimin, making the older clench around the size immediately. Jeongguk pants as he pushes deeper and deeper inside, finally feeling something where he was aching. Jimin has his hands everywhere on Jeongguk’s back as he starts to thrust inside. First with steady thrusts, hard but slow, and then he starts to pick up his pace, slowly going faster, pulling more moans out of Jimin. It’s no surprise Jimin is loud again, but Jeongguk isn’t silent either. His moans are more breathy and he hisses a lot more, and as he thrusts harder and faster, he begins to cuss under his breath.

Jimin finds Jeongguk’s lips after a while, swallowing every moan from the younger, and him doing the same thing. He feels stretched out, so full, so good.

“Fuck, baby.” Jeongguk breathes out. He feels his knees wobble because he starts to get tired, his thrusts are no longer that hard as before.

“Yeah?” Jimin asks, out of it, with pleasure clouding his mind. He begins to fuck himself on Jeongguk’s dick when the younger slows down to recover for a few seconds. Jimin grinds and presses him as deep as he can. Jeongguk grunts and pushes Jimin slightly up, changing the angle, and when he thrusts back inside Jimin lets out a loud, high-pitched moan. “Fuck, right there.” Jimin says with a pant. Sweat is running down their bodies but neither of them care. He pushes Jeongguk’s hair out of his face and he looks at him, with half-lidded eyes as he pounds into him, right against his prostate. Jimin feels the knot in his stomach begin to build, and Jeongguk feels weak at the mere view of Jimin looking at him like that.

“Ah, baby—" Jeongguk thrusts three more times inside Jimin and he comes just a few seconds before the older reaches his high, as Jeongguk jerks him off through his orgasm so he can both ride it out. Jeongguk slows down and then walks them to the bed, letting their bodies crash into the mattress almost carelessly. They’re both panting against each other’s mouths, blissfully looking at each other as they come down their highs, hands still roaming everywhere, Jeongguk still balls deep inside of Jimin’s leaking hole. “I am so in love with you, oh my god.” Jeongguk breathes out without thinking much about it.

Jimin goes still but relaxes right away. “Me too, Jeongguk.” Jimin replies. “I think I am desperately in love with you too.” He whispers against Jeongguk’s chest, full of sweat, but he couldn’t care less.

“When you know it 100%, tell me again.” Jeongguk replies, brushing Jimin’s messy blonde hair.

“Okay.” Jimin nods.

“Meanwhile, I’ll tell you every day, until you’re sure of it.” Jeongguk says, rolling them over so he is hovering over him. “I’ve loved you for the longest time, Park Jimin.” He says, and Jimin wants to ask what he means with that exactly, but it’s too late because Jeongguk falls asleep right away, collapsing on top of him and crushing him to the mattress. But Jimin doesn’t care, he wants to feel close to him as much as he can.

 

Waking up to a naked Jeongguk and sore limbs might be Jimin’s new favourite thing to wake up to. Especially when Jeongguk is being clingy and doesn’t want to let Jimin go to head to the shooting of that commercial.

“I have a meeting with Sephora on the afternoon, so you’ll be alone all day.” Jimin informs him, which only makes Jeongguk’s pout grow even bigger. “I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“What will I do all day without you?” Jeongguk whines.

“Since when are you so whiny?” Jimin laughs, figuring he can laze around for five more minutes, so he gets back in bed and cuddles with Jeongguk a bit more.

“Since my boyfriend is leaving me alone for an entire day in a city I know nothing about.” Jeongguk says, hugging Jimin as tight as he can.

“Hm, that word sounds good.” Jimin pinpoints. “Especially when it’s true.” He adds, recalling the days where they were still fake-dating, which felt like ages ago.

“I know, right?” Jeongguk says, a little more excitedly. “Baby, what should I do today?” He asks. Jimin feels so warm every time Jeongguk calls him that.

“You should visit some art galleries. There are a lot of different photographers’ exhibitions right now. You should definitely check them out.” Jimin replies. Jeongguk nods and takes a mental note to check them out. “By the way, what are you going to do with your streams?”

“I recorded myself gaming for the entire day I knew you were flying here and my friends are posting clips of those to my YouTube channel every two days. It’s not the same, but at least I don’t leave my viewers hanging for two weeks.” He shrugs. Jimin sees the time and he has to hurry up and put some clothes on.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly says.

“Don’t be.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “I love spending time with you and having a small break.”

“If I hadn’t been that dramatic…” Jimin trails, but Jeongguk cages him to the bed playfully.

“If you weren’t dramatic you wouldn’t be Park Jimin, and I’m in for every single bit of him. So you can be as dramatic as you want because I’m not gonna give up on you anytime soon.” He says, with a dumb grin that makes Jimin melt.

Seriously, how had he taken so long to realise his feelings for Jeongguk? Like this, Jimin feels like he can never grow tired of looking at the man.

“You’re adorable, but I really have to go now.” Jimin says, and Jeongguk whines again.

“Have fun at the photoshoot as you leave me all alone here.” Jeongguk says, dramatically. Jimin laughs and kisses him deeply for a few seconds, then rushes to the shower to clean himself up and in record time he is heading out of the hotel suite.

 

Jeongguk spends the day visiting every art gallery that appears on the internet, trying to interpret all the pieces that catch his attention, but his mind keeps wandering back to Jimin. About everything they’ve lived together up until today. He wonders if he’s dreaming sometimes, thinking about how is it possible the Park Jimin is now his boyfriend. He texts his friends in the middle of the art gallery, as he looks at a painting of two kids running after a colourful kite. “Jimin and I are boyfriends. Real boyfriends.” He types, and then puts his phone in his pocket and doesn’t look at it again for the rest of the day. He thinks of the painting of the two kids chasing the kite. It was full of vibrant colours and the kids looked around five years old at best. Jeongguk thought about what the artist was trying to tell to the audience. Maybe it’s chasing one’s dreams with hope, like kids do? Follow your instincts? Or was it a mere representation of their past childhood selves? Jeongguk thinks back at his childhood days, and he doesn’t remember as colourful as that painting looked. He only remembers one time where the earth seemed to shine with colours.

He smiles at the memory.

Blue - Keshi

Jeongguk had just finished school and was heading back home. Everyone knew each other in his neighbourhood, so his parents let him walk home alone when school was over. He always made sure to say hello to Mr. Jang, the fisherman that was always selling a new type of fish every day that he had caught early in the morning. Jeongguk has always been sensitive to smells, so he hated the smell of his shop, but Mr. Jang was always so warm and cheerful, and he always asked him how his day had been. Jeongguk replied with a ‘it was good’, as always, even though he didn’t think ‘good’ was the accurate answer. Mr. Jang would give him candy from time to time, and when he had them, a small limited edition ice-cream cone that came from the city, the city 5-year-old Jeongguk was so curious to know about. The small gestures of the older man always made Jeongguk happy, as if his cheerfulness got into Jeongguk as well.

“You’re always with your nose in that video game of yours.” The man said as Jeongguk said goodbye and focused back on his new gaming console, the newest in the market! It was grey and it had a big green screen. He could play a total of three games and they were so entertaining!

Truth is, he didn’t have any friends, so the small gaming console made up for it. No other kids wanted to be his friends for reasons Jeongguk never understood. He was a quiet and shy kid but he wasn’t rude! Yet no one seemed to want anything to do with him, so his parents bought him video games to entertain himself with those in the afternoons, since they were out working and he couldn’t play with any kids his age. That afternoon, however, three boys from his class approached him as he was walking by the playground near his house. The taller one, Byungho, called his name and Jeongguk startled, backpack falling down one shoulder because no one ever said his name unless it was his parents or Mr. Jang.

“Jeongguk! Come here!” The boy said, with a welcoming smile, waving at him. Jeongguk gripped his gaming console tighter, in excitement and fear at the same time. He had never been approached by anyone at his school! And now it finally was happening! He took quick but little steps towards the three boys, who were in front of the swings.

“Hi.” Jeongguk said, with a string of voice, shyly. His rosy cheeks showed the excitement within himself, but he was too happy to care.

“Do you want to play with us?” Byungho asked, to which Jeongguk nodded eagerly.

“Okay, then give us this.” One of the other kids said, reaching out and snatching the gaming console away from him.

Jeongguk gasped and tried to say something. His dad had said not to share it with anyone, because it was expensive and kids were cruel.

“Ah! You got it so easily!” Byungho said, but Jeongguk didn’t understand what he meant.

“How does this work?” The other kid said, looking down at Jeongguk. As a kid, Jeongguk had always been the smallest of them all.

“Ah! It’s very easy— look.” Jeongguk stepped forward, going to grab his console again when Byungho put himself in between.

“Don’t touch it.” He said, referring to the device.

“B-but— then how can I show you…?” Jeongguk says with a faint voice. Suddenly, he looked up and Byungho’s voice wasn’t as gentle anymore and his smile wasn’t welcoming either.

“You must be very spoiled to have a gaming console like this.” One of the other kids intervened.

Jeongguk didn’t know what that meant either. He was starting to get scared and he only wanted to get his device back and go home. “I have to go home.” Jeongguk managed to say with a string of voice.

“Okay.” Byungho and the other kids snorted. “Go.” He shrugged.

“But my gaming console—“

“It’s not yours anymore.” They all mocked him. “You gave it to us, remember?”

“N-no I— was sharing with you!” Jeongguk said, looking between the three boys. “Like friends do!” He tried to say, a little more cheerfully.

“We are not friends.” Byungho said, expression twitching into a disgust one. “You don’t have any friends.” He remarked.

Jeongguk wanted to say something, asking why they were being so mean to him. But nothing came out of his mouth. He was so shy he didn’t even know how to stand up for himself.

“You will never have any friends.” The boy with his console in his hands said. “No one will ever be friends with a nerd like you.” The three boys laughed out loud.

“You’re dumb for thinking we’re friends now.” Byungho said, pushing Jeongguk by the shoulders and making him trip and fall on his butt. “You’ll never have friends.” He said with a despicable tone. He got closer to him, blocking the sun falling right on Jeongguk’s face, frowning, with his hand curled into a fist. Jeongguk knew what was coming, but it never did.

“Byungho, get off!” Some other kid shouted from behind him. The boy stopped right away what was doing.

“Who are you?” One of the other boys said.

“I’m his friend.” The kid said, pointing at Jeongguk on the floor.

The three friends snorted. “Sure. Go away.”

“I think you should go away.” The kid didn’t back down even if the three boys were looking directly at him. Jeongguk was scared, but for some reason, this other boy wasn’t. He was wearing a red bucket hat with overalls and a red shirt underneath and he looked taller than the rest of them. “And treat your elders with respect. I’m your hyung!” The boy said, with a loud voice that ended in a subtle whine. 

“I don’t care.” Byungho clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

“You will care when I tell your mom what you’re doing.” The overalls kid threatened, crossing his arms over his chest. He had rosy and full cheeks.

“No! You won’t do that!” Byungho screamed like a baby.

“Oh, I will! And I will tell your school that you still wet the bed if you don’t stop messing with my friend!” The kid kept pushing, laughing evilly afterwards.

“No!” Byungho and his friends said at the same time.

“Then leave him alone and give him back his toy thing!” The boy with the gaming console gave it back to Jeongguk and left running, following by the other kid. Byungho stayed for two more seconds before glaring at them both and following suit.

Jeongguk couldn’t process what was happening. The kid in the red hat helped him up and cleaned his jeans, that were covered in sand from when Byungho pushed him to the floor.

“You are not my friend.” Jeongguk blurted out.

The boy smiled. “At least you have me.” He shrugs.

“Why did you help me?”

“You can always come to me if you need someone to love you.” The kid smiled widely. He had a crooked tooth and it was adorable how it sometimes got caught between his lips when he smiled.

“I don’t love you! I don’t even know who you are” Jeongguk said, making himself smaller and grabbing the gaming console tighter between his hands.

“I’m Park Jimin. You don’t need to call me hyung. And you?” The boy— Park Jimin, tilted his head, never ceasing to smile.

“I’m Jeongguk.” He only said, cheeks blushing because he was probably the most beautiful boy in the world, even if he had his face dirty from playing with the sand and the hair under his hat was all messy.

“Okay, well, Jeongguk-ah. You might not love me now, but when you are 100% sure you do, then come to find me.” Jimin said, and with that, he left towards the opposite direction Jeongguk was headed.

So he did just that, when a lot of years later he was browsing on the internet and found a YouTube channel from someone named “Park Jimin beauty”. He clicked on one of his videos and saw the same kid from a decade ago, with the same slightly crooked tooth and full cheeks. He now was more than beautiful, and his voice had become lower and deeper, yet he still talked sweetly and gently, like a prince. Jeongguk, naturally, binge-watched all of his videos, even if he wasn’t interested in make-up back in that time. He would wait for Jimin to upload every Friday, and he would watch him do crazy looks on his eyes and the most beautiful colour combinations he’d never could come up with. And slowly, but surely, began to fall in love with that same kid that called him his friend and told him to reach out when he was sure that he loved him. He kept his (not so) little crush on the older for years, with only Seokjin knowing. The older had insisted why was he so persistent on creating a gaming channel. He really wanted to do it because it was his passion, but because if he got famous enough, Park Jimin would recognise him in the middle of all the paparazzi flashes. And more years went by, until Jimin was the number 1 beauty guru and Jeongguk the number 1 twitch streamer. Yet their paths had never crossed. Jimin had never heard of Jeongguk, and the younger was sure he didn’t remember him. But he was fine with it. At some point, he’d meet his crush and eventually make him fall in love with him. And then the scandal happened, and Jeongguk saw the opportunity to finally approach him, help him out, get to know him. Would he be the same Jimin he met at the park all those years ago? Would Jimin recognise him when he saw him? Would his eternal crush on him fade away the minute they met each other? All those questions ran through his mind as he was getting ready to approach him at that party, having acted as if he didn’t know who he was on live. But Jimin was nothing like Jeongguk remembered. He was much more sassy, much more shy and much more fearful. And Jeongguk wanted to help him, of course he wanted to, but he was sure his crush would disappear because he had created an imaginary Jimin in his mind. Until they started to hang out and Jeongguk started to fall for the real Jimin this time. And it wasn’t just a crush, those were actual feelings. He couldn’t believe he got the courage to do all of that, to follow his advice as a kid and tell him once he was in love with him. And he had done it, as if the stars had written their destiny, Jeongguk thought Jimin and him were destined to be together. Because after all those years, all those relationships and empty promises he had experienced with other people, nothing compared to what Jimin made him feel.

Jeongguk chuckles lowly, thinking of how far they’ve both become. He is sure that he will eventually tell Jimin if he doesn’t remember, that he once saved him from those scary boys back when he was 5 years old and destiny made their paths cross again. Jeongguk hopes it will last for a long, long time. Just like his crush on Jimin, he hopes his feelings for him last forever. 

 

Jimin calls him saying he’s done with everything and asks him why are Taehyung and Hoseok freaking out over texts. When they meet back in the middle of Times Square, they grab dinner and get back to their hotel room, and spend an awful lot of hours video calling Hoseok and Taehyung. They look much more endeared with the other as usual, but Jimin doesn’t comment on it. He wonders how long will it take for them to finally realise their feelings.

The rest of the days they spend them by visiting every part of the city Jimin thinks is worth visiting. Jen brings them to a club one night and they get drunk, which leads to Jimin sucking Jeongguk off in the bathroom, and then the younger fucking him against the windows of their suite. Jimin feels like he’s in a honeymoon, and he never wants it to end. He films a cooking video with Jeongguk and uploads it a couple of days later. Everyone is swooning and talking about how cute they look in the comments, and this time Jimin feels his heart get bigger with those. He lets Jeongguk do his make-up one time, and he finally knows what it feels like to film videos like this with his boyfriend: it feels wonderful. They’re all giggles, and sneaky kisses, and light-hearted bickering, and steamy make outs, and cute dates and meaningful sex.

They end up ditching the Prada runway Jimin was supposed to go with someone else, so he ends up giving his tickets for Jen and her girlfriend, and instead they spend the night exploring New York at night. Jeongguk can’t be happier than this. Jimin can’t believe he found someone as wonderful as Jeongguk. And when it’s time to go, it feels like their little bubble is about to burst, but Jimin is determined to make things work. They’ve done it all that time they were fake-dating, so there is nothing to be worried about, right?

Jeongguk got lucky and could book another first class seat next to Jimin’s, so they cuddled all the way back to Seoul. They were so all over each other that Jimin had to get up to go to the bathroom and wash his face with cold water or else he’d end up riding Jeongguk right then and there. Jeongguk laughed a good amount when Jimin told him that.

“Don’t worry about it, once we get home I’ll let you do whatever you want.” Jeongguk had whispered, biting his earlobe right afterwards. 14 hours later, their plane was landing and Jimin was preparing himself to be met with nosy paparazzi and news reporters, but instead, they were greeted by nothing but peace. No one really knew when they were coming back, so they both sighed when they found no one really paid attention to them. They walked out of the doors, grabbed their suitcases and headed out where Taehyung had insisted to pick them up. Jimin was calm, especially happy because he was finally back home with Jeongguk.

He spots Taehyung leaning his back on one column, waiting, and Jimin is about to call his name when out of nowhere, Hoseok appears and invades his space, pressing against him and giving a long kiss to his lips. Jimin’s jaw falls open and he lets out the loudest screech ever. He lets go of Jeongguk’s hand and his bags, running afterwards towards his two best friends to basically scream at their faces.

“Oh my god, Kim Taehyung!!” Jimin yells, making half of the people in the airport turn around. Hoseok detaches himself from Taehyung at the sound of Jimin’s voice awkwardly.

Taehyung stands straight and sees Jimin’s surprised expression get close to them. “Surprise!” He says, laughing awkwardly, seeing Jeongguk approaching them behind Jimin.

“I think we all have a lot to catch up on.” Jeongguk says, looking between Jimin and his friends.

 

The trial starts two days after Jimin and Jeongguk get back to Seoul. Jimin is restless and Jeongguk somehow manages to overcome his jet lag quickly, so he gets back to streaming like he normally does and he stays the night with Jimin to calm him down. The night before the first day of trial, Jimin begs him to literally ‘fuck the stress out of him’ and Jeongguk is glad to do it, with a lot of kisses, cuddles and caresses once they’re done. The week goes well. Even if Jimin gets home pissed and he becomes kind of irritable, Jeongguk is there for him, to listen to his endless rants and his long, long complaints about how this should’ve never happened to him.

“Look at it from this perspective: if you hadn’t gone through that, we wouldn’t have met.” Jeongguk says, with Jimin between his arms and legs, both of them laying on Jeongguk’s bed, covered by the black sheets.

“You’re right.” Jimin mumbles, cheeks blushing slightly. Jeongguk smiles against Jimin’s hair after pressing a kiss there, and thinks about their relationship actually started, and he can’t wait to tell the older.

“Wanna play a game tomorrow with me?” Jeongguk suggests, switching positions so now Jimin is on his back and he is hovering over the older.

“Sure.” Jimin smiles, tugging him forward to kiss him until they both fall asleep.

 

After a week, the trial is finally over and Jimin wins. All the accusations against him vanished from the internet incredibly quickly, and they got replaced by thousands of new articles explaining the entire situation. Jimin’s social media explodes with tons of new followers, direct messages and cute comments of support. But Jimin doesn’t pay any attention to all of that.

He parks his car and gets out, with his black beret and a black mask covering his face. He enters the shop and asks the guy at the other side of the counter to help him with what he wants to buy. The boy can barely move because he recognises Jimin this time. Of course he would! He’s the guy that keeps showing up on TV and looks like a god sculpted his face.

“Thank you! Come back again.” The boy says as Jimin exits de shop with a smile, bags on both hands.

 

Jeongguk is putting his clothes on when the doorbell rings. He rushes to open it, with his hair slightly messy still. “When did you wake up today?” Jeongguk asks, not even greeting Jimin with a good morning. “I woke up alone and with no texts from you and I thought you already got tired of me.” He says, with puppy eyes and a pout.

Jimin laughs and gets on his tippy toes to kiss him. “Here you go.” He adds, shoving two full bags in front of him.

“What’s this?” Jeongguk wonders, taking one of the bags and opening it. inside, he finds the rest of the games he asked Jimin to buy at the beginning of their fake relationship. It was only an excuse, at the end of the day, but his face lights up like an excited baby.

“All the games you wanted me to buy for you.” Jimin replies. Jeongguk is so grateful and happy that Jimin even remembered this that he can’t help it but lift the older off his feet, spin him around while dropping the bags on the floor, and starts to kiss him all over. Jimin clings to him like he always does, desperately and needy, and Jeongguk will never get enough of it. He walks inside the living room and lays Jimin down on the couch, starting to unbutton his shirt and Jimin doing the same with his pants. They still have a little bit of time until the stream has to begin so they can use it like this. Jeongguk trails down Jimin’s neck with open-mouthed kisses that make the older shiver and hum softly. Jimin tugs at Jeongguk’s hair and makes a moan come out from the back of his throat. Jimin successfully pushes Jeongguk’s baggy shirt off of him and Jeongguk is about to put his hand inside Jimin’s jeans—

“Yah! Jeongguk your door is wide open!” Seokjin says, entering the apartment. “Oh my god—” He gasps when he sees the two lovebirds on the couch, with Jeongguk half naked and Jimin under him.

“Jin-hyung!” Jeongguk whines, awkwardly trying to push himself off of Jimin and failing miserably, ending up falling down the couch and hitting the floor with a loud thud. Jimin gets up and fixes his hair and pants, wishing no one’s eyes have travelled down enough to notice his semi-hard tucked uncomfortably inside his jeans.

Namjoon and Yoongi stay in a corner trying not to laugh, whilst Jeongguk grabs his shirt and puts it on. Jimin is all shades of red and he wants the world to swallow him right then and there. “Ah, kids these days.” Seokjin jokes, shaking his head.

“Don’t talk like an old man.” Namjoon scrunches his nose.

“We’ll get going upstairs.” Yoongi decides to say, pushing the other couple up the stairs.

Jeongguk looks at Jimin with an apologetic smile and the older waddles to him, hiding his burning face on the crook of his neck. “I’m embarrassed.”

“No need to be.” Jeongguk caresses Jimin’s hair. “We’ve all seen worse, Jin-hyung can’t say anything.” He chuckles. Jimin doesn’t want to ask but he figures it’s something regarding Seokjin and Namjoon. 

“Jeonggukie.” Jimin says, with his voice softer this time.

“Yeah, baby?” Jeongguk says, loosening his hold on Jimin so he can look at him directly.

“I love you.” Jimin blurts out. He’s known for a while now. Especially during the trial, where Jeongguk was by his side even if he was extremely annoying and got angry over everything.

Jeongguk seems to enjoy those words by the way his eyes flutter closed for a few seconds. “I love you too, baby.” He replies, kissing him longingly and sweetly.

“Are you coming or not?!” Yoongi shouts from upstairs.

Jimin and Jeongguk both smile into their kiss and then put their foreheads together.

And Jimin was no longer scared, not even for the future backlash he would get eventually, because everything was fine, everything was okay if he had Jeongguk by his side.

He truly loved him,

And that was enough.