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The number of scenarios that came to his mind in a short second was overwhelming, and dangerous. Jungkook wanted to do it so bad. He wanted to sit on Jimn’s lap and let go of all the pent up adrenaline with him—to relieve the anxiety accumulated in his body over Jimin’s thighs.
But the concert had just finished not long ago, and Taehyung had turned on the vlive to see how ARMYs were doing, just like in the pre-pandemic touring days.
Guilt washed over Jungkook, knowing he shouldn’t be thinking of such things at that moment. How could he help it, though? Jimin knew exactly what he was doing when he patted his thighs after Jungkook asked for a seat—his smug face had said it all. However, as much as he wanted to get out of the situation as quickly as possible to take Jimin to their room and let him do as he pleased with him, their fans deserved the universe for coming from all over the world to see them live, and that filled his heart with love and pride.
Minutes passed. Jungkook kept switching from staring Jimin up and down through the vlive screen to doing it in the flesh and bone. Jimin had showered right before coming to Taehyung’s room, leaving Jungkook fully teased under the hot water stream, and his mind was apparently not able to let go of the thought, or the want to feel flushed under Jimin’s touch once again.
“ Try not to think, try not to think, try not to think ,” Jungkook chanted in his head, opting to find a chair instead, and sitting with his legs pressed against Jimin’s. His boyfriend decided to put his legs on top of Jungkook's, carefully checking that the position wasn’t obvious on the screen.
The older one seemed amused by the effect he had caused, having Jungkook all shy and red in front of the camera, smiling awkwardly due to his nasty thoughts, added to Jimin’s touch. Taehyung had obviously caught up with what was going on, giving his friends a knowing smile and a devilish eyebrow raise.
The Maknae tried his best to come down. Letting the older men’s voices at the back of his mind, Jungkook thought back on how less than an hour ago, they had been wrapping up their concert. His first reaction to the spark of longing that grew in his stomach as the screen lowered to hide them and finish the event, had been hugging Jimin as tightly as his body allowed.
He had felt the urge to kiss him right then and there, not so used to being surrounded by thousands of eyes staring at them anymore—but he wasn’t so naive to think he could get away with it. So, in the end, it all stayed as a cheek-to-cheek rub, a bear hug, and a soft “ I love you ,” whispered into Jimin’s ear.
Perhaps in another life, or in a parallel universe, Jimin and Jungkook could live peacefully and safely enough to kiss whenever they wanted. To love each other whenever they wanted.
“…and Jungkook comes to my room like three times a day, morning, noon, and night,” Jimin continues talking with Taehyung for ARMY, making Jungkook’s mind rush back to all the moments they’ve shared in the privacy of “Jimin’s” room.
“Oh, yes, last time I went to Jimin’s room, Jungkook opened the door and I thought it was his,” Taehyung laughed. Jungkook knew what they were doing, well aware that the hints not only riled ARMY up, but him as well. He nodded and smiled,, even giving a thumbs up to act unbothered.
“It was my room though,” Jimin laughed as he offered Jungkook a reassuring squeeze on his leg under the table that instantly made the maknae’s heart lighter. “In other news, Jungkook and I have a… Uhm… YouTube channel now,” Jimin said with a serious face.
“Oh, really?” Taehyung said with a teasing tone, and Jimin laughed, folding in half over Jungkook’s lap, a gesture so domestic to them.
“Mhmm, it’s called koo- pfft,” Jimin tried to steady his breath and stop laughing, “Sorry… Minkook , the name is Minkook.”
For a second that seemed way too long, the three of them stared at each other in silence, knowing that the hint could easily get picked up by their fans, but quickly decided to just laugh it off.
Jungkook bit his lip, trying not to react to the “role playing” his boyfriend had decided to start. He knew Jimin could be devilish sometimes—many times, actually, but definitely Jungkook’s favourite worst nightmare—and liked to play with the fans’ fantasies.
After searching for couple travel videos on YouTube some time ago and seeing the familiar thumbnail of his GCF in Tokyo video, they had joked about how they could open a new channel under the Minkook and upload couple travelling vlogs. Once again, Jungkook thought that maybe in another life, they could do something like that.
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“Is this what you wanted?” Jimin asked teasingly as he pushed Jungkook onto the bed and cradled him. The younger one didn't know what to say, as the rollercoaster of emotions he'd been on today took over him. "It's been a long day. Overwhelming, as well… right?"
Jungkook nodded. He looked up at Jimin, who cleaned the warm tear falling over his cheek with a soft smile, "Overwhelming, but I'm so happy… today was like a dream," he manages to say, finally drawing a dazing smile on his face to match Jimin's.
"I'm really happy, too. We did a great job… I think we deserve a treat, hm?" Jimin asked, not really waiting for an answer and reaching forward to close the gap between their lips.
The kiss was gentle, yet passionate—the kind of kiss that made Jungkook's mind fizz into the void and let go of everything holding him back. They rolled over the bed as they made out, gradually revealing more skin when they carefully got rid of each other's clothes.
"Is this okay? Do you want to…?" Jimin traced a shape with his finger over Jungkook's belly button.
The younger man nodded eagerly, "Yes, please… I want you, I want this, ” Jungkook said, not referring to anything particularly physical, but more to them, their relationship, their bond.
Jimin made sure then to take care of Jungkook—in the untiring sea of kisses and caresses, the older man made sure Jungkook was comfortable and relaxed, patiently attending to all of his needs. It didn’t matter how long their next day would be, Jungkook only wanted to make love with the man he had been in love ever since he found out what the word meant. He wanted to hold and be held by Jimin, he wanted the other to pull his hair, to whisper sweet things to his ears, and to be spanked whilst he rode Jimin. Jungkook wanted it all with him, and he knew Jimin would happily deliver.
The first sun rays came in too soon through the curtains, just in time to witness the culmination of a love-washed night. Jungkook relished the view of Jimin’s golden skin under the warm light, which gave him an even more surreal appearance, if possible. Jimin might be his worst nightmare sometimes, but definitely his favourite.