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Jungkook's knees are impatiently bouncing against the floor of the van as they drive back to the hotel. Today's concert had gone immensely well despite a few mess ups, one being Taehyung slipping on a patch of spilled water and had hilariously and unintentionally almost done the splits, but Jungkook can't focus on that in the slightest in his current mood. At every point that Jungkook had moved his focus off of the crowd, Jimin had been there, not two feet away and staring hard at him with half-lidded eyes and eyebrows cocked just so.
The arousal and anticipation has slowly been building low in his stomach for the past two hours, making his focus next to nonexistent, the only reason he'd remembered the dance moves at all being accredited purely to muscle memory. Collectively, it's all been making him more impatient than usual to get back to their hotel. Jungkook figures that he and Jimin are planning on making the most out of rooming together for the night if Jimin's insistent bedroom eyes all night is anything to go by.
Next to Jungkook, Yoongi is resting his head against the window, watching the streets as they pass. Namjoon is making murmured conversation with the driver from the passenger seat and the other three are asleep in the seats behind them. Jungkook jolts a little as he feels a warm hand rest on his thigh, not as high up as he'd like but it's probably best given that they're in the van with the others right now. Jungkook looks over to see Jimin gazing at him, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Can you please stop" Jimin says softly, eyes darting to his knees, still moving.
Jungkook bites the inside of his mouth, clenching the muscles in his legs to keep them still. He opens his mouth to speak but Jimin moves his hand away, not even looking at Jungkook as his gaze goes to the window instead, seemingly ignoring Jungkook's questioning and confused expression.
"Hyung" Jungkook whispers, ever so slightly annoyed.
Unintentionally, this gains the attention of Yoongi to his left. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow in curiosity before nodding ever so slightly and looking away, realizing he was speaking to Jimin. Jungkook's shoulders slump down a little in disappointment as Jimin ignores his call again. Jimin's blasé attitude is making him wonder if he's somehow imagined everything or if he's managed to piss Jimin off somehow in between finishing the concert and getting to the van.
No.
There was no imagining the way Jimin's hands had sought out his own intermittently throughout the night. The way Jimin's hand had squeezed his waist possessively as they were leaving. And Jungkook hadn't even spoken to him in between leaving the venue and getting into the van so pissing his hyung off couldn't be it either.
Then why is Jimin seemingly pretending like nothing had happened?
Jungkook fights to keep his knees still but can't help the way his fingers silently pull at the threads of his shirt, plucking at the edges before digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands and forcing himself to stop, the stylists would have a fit if he manages to break the threads.
Namjoon calls softly to them to announce they'll be at the hotel shortly and Jungkook's anxiety comes back tenfold when Jimin simply murmurs an 'okay'.
Yoongi reaches forward, hand brushing against Hoseok's leg, the dancer mumbles incoherently a few times before cracking his eyes open. Yoongi relays the message from Namjoon and Hoseok proceeds to wake the other two. Taehyung tries to hide in Seokjin's arm to get away from Hoseok's prodding fingers and Jungkook would ordinarily laugh at the scene but he can barely muster up the energy to tear his eyes away from Jimin.
Still looking out that goddamn window!
Upon their arrival they all go their separate ways, splitting into their pairs for rooms as Yoongi heads to his own room, being the lucky one to draw the single room this time. Jimin collects their room key from their manager and heads to the elevator after everyone else. Once they're inside the elevator headed up to their room Jungkook expects Jimin to say something, but he only slumps against the wall of the elevator and lets out a contented sigh.
Jungkook stiffly stands next to him, trying not to overthink everything. Perhaps Jimin is just exhausted after the concert, it isn't unusual for everyone to be quite tired after hours of performing but usually Jimin is the opposite, seeming to gain energy from being on stage. Jungkook feels his face twist slightly in irritation as Jimin closes his eyes and hums lightly, continuing to ignore Jungkook.
Jimin pushes himself off the wall of the elevator as they arrive at their floor and walks elegantly down the corridor before opening their room, Jungkook pushing his way inside after him, suddenly filled with annoyance at Jimin's whiplash behavior.
Jungkook's hand darts out the wrap around Jimin's wrist, hard, yanking him back to face him as he scowls, "why are you ignoring me?!"
Jimin's eyebrows push together in what Jungkook recognizes as playful annoyance, "feeling deprived Jungkookie?"
Jungkook feels a pang of anger go through his gut as he pushes Jimin back to hit the wall, a slight gasp coming from Jimin's lips as he hits the wall with a muted thud, Jungkook standing so close to him that their chests are pressed together. Jungkook curls his lip slightly in annoyance and confusion, he's not sure where this boldness towards his hyung is coming from.
"You're sending me all those looks during our concert and then we come back here and you think it's okay to just ignore me?" Jungkook bites out.
Jimin's arms raise up slightly, maybe to push Jungkook away, and Jungkook catches his wrists, pinning him to the wall as he lowers his face to let his eyes meet Jimin's. Jimin's expression darkens at the action and he bares his teeth slightly in an almost feral expression.
Jungkook feels his legs go out from underneath him as Jimin gives him a violent shove backwards and he stumbles, hitting the edge of the bed but not landing on the mattress. He doesn't quite make it, sliding down until his back is resting against the end of the bed and his legs are splayed out on the floor.
Jimin steps forward, the purpose in his movements unnerving before he stands over Jungkook, his feet planted firmly either side of Jungkook's thighs. Jimin doesn't bend down, his fingers fly forward to grip Jungkook's chin, tilting his head up almost painfully.
Jimin's eyes are dark with arousal and barely-there anger, his eyelids low and his lips parted slightly. Given that they haven't showered yet his hair is still a little sweaty and messy from being pushed back so often. The image of Jimin standing over him like this burns itself into Jungkook's brain and he feels his cock twitch in his jeans.
"How many times to I have to tell you Jungkook" Jimin quips, tilting his head deviously, "to have some damn respect for your hyungs".
Jungkook tries to pull his chin out of Jimin's grasp but the elder digs his fingers in underneath Jungkook's jaw, his thumb swiping lightly over Jungkook's lower lip.
"Hyung-"
Jimin uses the opportunity to slide his thumb into Jungkook's mouth, pressing the pad of his thumb against Jungkook's tongue and Jungkook hates himself a little as he feels his cock begin to harden at the way Jimin's treating him right now.
"Do you know how much fun it was to see you get so impatient on our way back? To see you try to work out why I wasn't talking to you? I will say I wasn't expecting you to lose your cool so quickly, I thought you'd be a little more obedient than that".
As Jimin speaks he pushes his thumb a little further into Jungkook's mouth and Jungkook feels his eyes water slightly as Jimin pulls his jaw down, lowering his head a little more until he's bent over above him, eyes staying locked onto Jungkook's.
"You think you can talk back to me with that mouth of yours Jungkook?" Jimin drawls, moving his thumb out of Jungkook's mouth only to swipe it below Jungkook's lip to collect the tiny dribbles of saliva there, "you think you can do whatever you want with that mouth Jungkook-ah?"
Jungkook feels his hips lift off the ground a little as Jimin pulls his own lip between his teeth, eyes darting down to Jungkook's hard cock before grinning.
Jimin's smile twists into something a little more predatory as he beds down to whisper in Jungkook's ear, "you like me talking to you like this don't you, such a little slut for me Jungkookie".
Jungkook's chest rises and falls in quick succession as Jimin nips on his ear, sucking lightly on his silver piercing before pulling away. Jungkook finds himself unable to look away from Jimin's intense gaze, his hands fluttering next to him and he tries to breathe normally.
"Such a pretty mouth Jungkookie" Jimin croons, pressing his thumb inside Jungkook's mouth again, Jungkook willingly parting his lips, "if we weren't on tour right now I'd love to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and watch you choke on my cock like a good little boy".
Jungkook's hips thrust into the air almost desperately as Jimin presses his thumb as far back into Jungkook's throat as he can, fingers digging into the skin below Jungkook's jaw so hard he thinks he might bruise. Jungkook both hates and loves how fast Jimin can take him apart, the way Jimin knows exactly what to say to have Jungkook whining and begging beneath him.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and go wait on the bed for me, hmm Jungkookie?" Jimin says, sliding his thumb out of Jungkook's mouth, phrasing his words so that Jungkook knows it's not really a request at all.
It's an order.
Jungkook watches, dazed, as Jimin retreats calmly to the other side of the room, opening Jungkook's suitcase and searching through it slowly as Jungkook struggles to catch his breath on the floor, his jeans uncomfortably tight around his cock.
Jimin glances back, pouting in annoyance as he sees Jungkook hasn't moved, he sighs, "Jungkook, don't make me wait. You know I hate waiting baby".
Jungkook pushes himself up, biting his lip as his cock strains against the material of his jeans. Jungkook stumbles forward slightly, arousal curling deep and white-hot in his stomach as he wipes away some of the saliva that's collected on his chin. Jungkook near enough rips his shirt off over his head, his earlier worry about damaging the material long gone. Jungkook winces as he unbuttons his jeans, sighing as he kicks them off hastily, not wanting to keep Jimin waiting even longer.
He's reaching for his briefs when he hears Jimin walk up behind him, "actually, leave those on a little longer. Wanna take those off myself" Jimin whispers in his ear.
Jungkook nearly whimpers as he feels Jimin's hips push against Jungkook's ass, his head falling back a little at the feeling of Jimin's own hard cock against his ass. Jimin presses against his lower back, "bed Jungkookie".
Jungkook moves forward, crawling onto the mattress before twisting so he can lie on his back, eyes locking onto Jimin, still full clothed, standing at the foot of the bed. Jungkook struggles to keep his hands at his sides, knowing Jimin will only make him wait longer if he touches himself. Jimin drops a bottle of lube onto the bed before locking eyes with Jungkook and smirking.
Jimin takes his sweet time, unbuttoning his own shirt excruciatingly slow, eyes never leaving Jungkook once as he slides the shirt off his shoulders to drop unceremoniously onto the floor. Jungkook drinks in the sight of a shirtless Jimin, though his abs are not as defined as they used to be there's still quite some definition and Jungkook follows the 'v' of his hips until he sees the bulge in Jimin's jeans. Jimin's skin is still quite tanned and though he never says it, Jungkook absolutely loves it.
He also loves that he can still see the faded hickeys he left on Jimin's stomach from the last time they fucked.
Jimin unbuttons his black skinny jeans, turning slightly so Jungkook can see the way they slide down over the perky swell of his ass, down his thighs, those gorgeous, strong thighs that Jungkook loves to leave hickeys and bruises and bite marks all over. Finally, Jimin kicks the jeans away and tugs down his underwear, his hard cock bouncing back up to hit his stomach, earning a soft sigh from Jimin's lips.
It's fair to say Jungkook loves Jimin's cock. Loves that while it's not above average in length it's thick and fills him up so well and hits just the right places inside of himself. Jungkook has never called someone's cock 'pretty' before but like everything else about Jimin, it is.
Jimin crawls onto the bed, kneeling above Jungkook's thighs and stopping to rest his ass just above Jungkook's knees. Jimin pushes Jungkook's hand down though, when he reaches up to rest them on Jimin's thighs.
"Now, this is how this is gonna go" Jimin smiles sweetly and Jungkook feels his stomach drop at the tone of Jimin's voice.
"Hyung" Jungkook says, his voice verging on a whine.
Jimin presses his fingers over Jungkook's mouth, making a quiet sound of disapproval, "behave Jungkook".
Jungkook nods eagerly behind Jimin's hand, gasping softy as Jimin pulls his hand away to trail his fingers lightly down Jungkook's torso, "what's going to happen is; I'm going to touch myself and you're only allowed to watch".
Jungkook feels a pout work its way onto his face and he whines softly as his cock throbs.
Jimin tilts his head in a way that's far too cute for the current situation, "you've been very cocky and disrespectful tonight Jeon Jungkook. So, I think you need to learn your lesson and wait".
Jungkook's head goes from side to side, he can feel his cock leaking and he's never felt so much regret for his own actions before. He feels a hand pulling at his chin and he inhales sharply at Jimin's expression, dark with intent and eyes appearing almost black, because of his dilated pupils, and clouded with arousal.
"Watch me Jungkookie" Jimin whispers, pulling back to rest his ass on Jungkook's thighs again.
Jimin takes his time, running his hands up and down his own torso lightly, scratching his nails over the skin and making himself shiver. His thumbs press lightly against his pert nipples as they brush over them and his eyelids lower further, a quiet gasp escaping his lips.
Jungkook lets out the softest of whines, so soft that Jimin barely hears him, and his hands fist in the sheets to keep himself from touching his achingly hard cock, precome dribbling from the slit and running down the taut skin. He can feel sweat start to build up from the pent-up frustration, his hair already stuck slightly to his forehead from the concert earlier.
Jimin runs his hands over his thighs, squeezing the muscles there, moving further and further up his thighs before getting to his cock, rock hard against his stomach. Jimin's gaze drags appreciatively up Jungkook's torso as he runs a careful finger up the side of his own cock, collecting a drop or two of precome, locking eyes with Jungkook as he brings his hand up to his mouth, suckling lightly on the tips of his fingers, letting his head fall back as Jungkook whines again, his own torso lifting slightly before e forces himself to keep still.
"Still Jungkookie" Jimin's tongue darts out to wet his lips as his hands run down his abdomen again before he wraps a careful hand lightly around his cock. A stuttered hum falls from Jimin's lips as he does so, he moves his fingers up closer to the tip, swiping at the head to spread precome down his length, hips jolting ever so slightly at the sensation.
Jungkook's abdomen is sticky with precome, his own and Jimin's, and he whimpers at the sight of Jimin's mouth falling open slightly as he begins to move his hand. Jungkook's hands stutter against the sheets, clenching and unclenching against the soft Egyptian cotton, his back arching a little as he watches Jimin's hand stutter near the head of his cock a soft moan escaping Jimin's lips.
Jimin works himself like this, his other hand running up and down his torso and playing with his nipples. He cracks his eyes open, taking in Jungkook's shivering form, the younger's attention rapt on Jimin's cock. Jungkook whimpers pitifully as Jimin lets his hips thrust forward a little as he moans again at the friction of his hand on his cock.
"This is what happens when you're disrespectful Jungkookie" Jimin smiles deviously down at him, "think you'll- ah, learn to respect your hyungs hm Jungkook?"
Jungkook struggles not to thrust his hips again as he sees Jimin move his hand toward the bottle of lube next to them. Jimin stops moving his hand as he pop the lid off the bottle, pouring a little out onto his fingers and Jungkook is barely beginning to hope this is going to end when instead of telling him to move, Jimin simply reaches behind himself with his lubed fingers.
Jungkook lets out a moan as he sees Jimin's face scrunch up slightly in initial displeasure as he inserts a finger into himself. Jungkook wants to scream, his head falling back as he arches his back a little, whines escaping his lips every now and then as his cock jumps against his abdomen. Jimin keeps his gaze focused on Jungkook though, ignoring the sharp sting as he adds a second finger.
"I wonder if this is what it'll take to get you to learn Jungkookie" Jimin says, his voice bordering on a moan.
"Please" Jungkook whines sharply as Jimin's breath hitches, "please hyung".
"Please what Jungkookie?" Jimin asks, "you've gotta tell me baby. Tell me exactly what you want".
Jungkook whines again, this time in embarrassment as his face heats up, a blush spreading across his cheekbones and his ears. Jungkook feels a particularly hard throb in his gut as Jimin seems to find his prostate, a sharp, loud moan escaping his lips as his eyes squeeze shut.
Jimin continues to finger himself as Jungkook whines and whimpers beneath him, hands scrabbling against the sheets frantically, fighting against his embarrassment to speak. Jimin lets out another, sharper, moan as he adds another finger.
"Jimin-hyung please just fuck me!" Jungkook moans shamelessly as Jimin bends over above him, mouth hovering over his abdomen, dangerously close to Jungkook's painfully hard cock.
"Not good enough Jungkook" Jimin groans, fighting back his own arousal to keep a straight face, "you have to tell me exactly what you want me to do".
"Want- want your fingers in me" Jungkook says, face heating up as he stutters over his words, "want you t-to stretch me open, want your cock in me" the tears that have been building all this time finally spill over, streaking down the younger's cheeks and down Jungkook's temples, soaking into his hair as he starts to tremble in frustration, "want you to- to fuck me s-so hard I can't b-breathe, please, fuck me. Fuck me s-so the only name I know anymore is yours, please please hyung please-"
Before Jungkook can say another word Jimin's lips are crashing against his, Jimin's tongue slipping in obscenely as he moans wantonly into Jungkook's mouth, tongue searching wetly inside Jungkook's mouth, curling behind his teeth and making Jungkook shiver violently.
Jungkook lets out a high-pitched whine, hands still scrabbling at his sides.
Jimin leans down to leave wet kisses down Jungkook's jaw, his throat, biting hard into his collarbone where he knows will be hidden by their clothes, barely aware enough to remember their concert tomorrow, pulling loud moans and whimpers from the younger, "good boy Jungkookie" Jimin purrs, "you can touch now".
Jungkook's hands fly up, tangling almost immediately in Jimin's hair, pulling him back up for a bruising kiss, Jimin drinking in the moans that pour from Jungkook's lips.
"Please" Jungkook gasps between kisses, "please hyung, fuck me, please. Want your cock in me".
Jimin groans into Jungkook's mouth, pulling away slightly and roughly yanking Jungkook's legs up to his chest, spreading them either side of his own torso, settling himself between them as he suckles on Jungkook's neck, momentarily forgetting why he shouldn't.
Jungkook sobs as Jimin's cock brushes slides against his own, the friction amazing but also not enough. His hands reach down to scratch frantically at Jimin's shoulders, hips jumping desperately. Jimin moans as Jungkook arches his back, whining and squeezing his eyes shut, head whipping from side to side at all the sensations.
"I've got you Jungkookie" Jimin whispers, leaning up to pepper soft kisses across Jungkook's face, brushing the tears away with his lips even after more take their place.
Jimin reaches down, plucking the lube bottle from where it lies beside them, pushed away slightly due to Jungkook's desperate flailing. Jimin hurriedly squeezes some out onto his fingers, warming the liquid as quickly as he can before reaching down to push a finger inside Jungkook.
Jungkook lets out a high-pitched, drawn-out moan at the sensation, finally having some part of Jimin inside of him even if it's not quite what he wants right now. After waiting so long, he aches at Jimin finally touching him at all. Jimin presses inside, the first finger stretching him out quickly and it's not long before he's adding another.
Jungkook hisses slightly at the intrusion but quickly, his head falls back, his hands finding their way back down to tangle in Jimin's hair and the elder kisses down his torso. Jimin thrusts his fingers inside, seeming to avoid the one spot Jungkook wants him to hit which is torturous but also probably for the best. Jungkook's sure if Jimin touches him now he'll come and he desperately wants Jimin to fuck him before that happens.
Jimin scissors his fingers, making Jungkook's breath catch, "you're so beautiful Jungkook" Jimin breathes, eyes dragging down Jungkook's form, his skin shiny with sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly as he pants. Jungkook's head is thrown back almost as if he's baring his throat to Jimin.
There's a split second where Jimin thinks Jungkook doesn't have enough marks on him right now and he can't help himself as he leans down to start sucking dark bruises into Jungkook's skin. Over his torso, his collarbones and Jungkook lets out an almost pitiful whimper as Jimin sucks and bites at that one place just beneath Jungkook's jaw that he knows drives the younger crazy.
Jungkook arches his back as Jimin adds another finger, he's bent so far back Jimin would be worried he'd hurt himself if he didn't already know Jungkook was used to this. Jimin makes sure to stretch Jungkook thoroughly, not wanting to hurt the younger. Jungkook's hips press down, fucking himself on Jimin's fingers as more whines and moans spill from his lips.
"Please" Jungkook moans brokenly, toes curling in pleasure.
Jimin stretches him out just a little more, ignoring Jungkook's pleading in favor of making sure he's properly prepped before pulling his fingers out, Jungkook's hole fluttering when he does. Jungkook shivers violently, feeling an aching emptiness that he despises in this moment.
Jimin coats his cock with lube, groaning at the sensation before moving back between Jungkook's legs, "you've been so good Jungkookie" Jimin croons, suckling another mark onto the other side of Jungkook's neck, "so so good for me baby".
Jungkook can only moan in response, hands clutching desperately at Jimin's shoulders. Jungkook shudders, feeling the blunt press of Jimin's cock against his entrance before finally, finally, he's pushing inside.
Jungkook lets out a high-pitched sob as Jimin presses full inside, bottoming out, Jimin lets his head fall against Jungkook's collarbone, letting out a stuttered groan at the sensation of finally being inside Jungkook. Jungkook's legs dig into the sheet either side of Jimin's, struggling to stay still and adjust to Jimin's cock inside him.
"Hyung" Jungkook whimpers, burying his face in Jimin's neck, "hyung hyung hyung".
"Jungkook you feel so good" Jimin moans, leaving butterfly kisses along Jungkook's collarbones and neck, "you're so perfect Jungkookie, so perfect".
Jimin moves his hips experimentally, earning a choked moan from Jungkook, the younger's eyebrows screwing up in pleasure. Jungkook pants, desperate for air as Jimin pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back again in one swift move.
"Hyung" Jungkook's voice cracks as his head falls back, Jimin's hips pressed into his ass as he stays completely buried inside Jungkook.
"You're so amazing" Jimin whispers, beads of sweat trailing down his temples, "god how did I get so lucky?"
"You're so- so good to m-me hy-hyung, hyung" Jungkook stutters brokenly, tears blurring his vision.
Jimin buries his face in Jungkook's neck as he begins to thrust, the sensation of Jungkook; warm and wet around his cock, pulling cracked groans and moans from his swollen lips as he keeps his eyes on the beautiful man beneath him.
Jungkook moans on each thrust, his voice raising in volume and pitch as his nails dig into Jimin's back, Jimin letting out a surprised moan at the mix of pain and sharp arousal, his cock pulsing inside Jungkook and his thrusts getting harder, beginning to push Jungkook further and further up the mattress. Jimin lets out another high-pitched moan as Jungkook's nails drag down Jimin's back, his eyebrows pulling together in pleasure.
"Jungkook, god, Jungkook" Jimin's voice cracks as one of his hands flies up to the headboard to keep Jungkook from hitting it, the other hand sliding beneath Jungkook's hips to switch up the angle a bit.
It appears as though this was a good idea as Jimin's next thrust seems to hit Jungkook's prostate spot on and the younger practically wails his back arching impossibly as his mouth drops open from the sheer pleasure. Jimin keeps his thrusts focused on that particular spot and groans at the feeling of Jungkook clenching around him.
"Hy-hyung" Jungkook sobs, voice cracking on every word, "hyung".
Jungkook understands now why Jimin avoided that spot earlier, Jimin wanted the first time Jungkook felt that hot, unbearable pleasure to be when he was fully buried inside him, when they were completely connected.
Jimin continues to thrust, head falling down so that his forehead rests against Jungkook's, "you're so- you're so perfect, Jungkook-"
Jungkook surges up to connect their lips, the kiss more tongue than lips, pouring every emotion he's currently feeling into it, sobbing with pleasure as Jimin's next thrust hits his prostate hard.
"Hyung, hyung I'm- I'm gonna-" Jungkook trails off with another broken wail.
"Let go Jungkookie" Jimin moans, "let go".
"F-fingers" Jungkook cries out, hands clenching against Jimin's back.
For a moment Jimin doesn't understand. When he does though, it sends such a strong pulse of arousal through him that he has to focus hard not to come right there. Jimin lets out a cracked groan, letting his hand drop from the headboard until his fingers rest against Jungkook's lips.
A cry falls from Jungkook's lips and he lets out another moan as Jimin slips his fingers into the warm, wet heat of Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook lets out a wail around his fingers, suckling hard on them and Jimin sees white at the edge of his vision. Jimin pulls his fingers out just as Jungkook throws his head back and screams, coming unbelievably hard, untouched cock pulsing and painting their chests with his release.
The sight of Jungkook's face beneath him, eyebrows pushed together in pleasure and mouth releasing the most beautiful sounds is what pushes Jimin over the edge. The elder lets a high-pitched moan escape his own lips, his pace stuttering as he comes inside Jungkook, cock pulsing hard as Jimin lets his head fall forward, burying his face in Jungkook's neck as he moans brokenly, the aftershocks of his orgasm coursing through him and making him shiver.
Jimin struggles to get his breath back, arms shaking with the effort of keeping himself up. Jungkook lies still beneath him, breathing slow and soft. Jimin pulls out of Jungkook with a slight hiss, knowing they'll both be better off if he cleans them up immediately but right now Jimin's sure his legs aren't going to support him if he tries to stand.
"You're amazing Kook" Jimin breathes out, hand moving up to push Jungkook's hair away from his face. When the younger makes no response Jimin feels a pang of fear go through his heart. The pain in his arms is forgotten as Jimin pushes himself up, hand running down Jungkook's face.
"Kook?" Jimin calls out to him anxiously. Jungkook makes no indication he's hear him at all.
Oh no. No way. He would not be the man that broke Jeon Jungkook during sex.
"Jungkook! Baby!?" Jimin's voice wavers dangerously as he moves to straddle Jungkook's torso, his hands cupping Jungkook's cheeks.
Jungkook makes a muffled noise of complaint and Jimin deflates so fast he falls forward until he has Jungkook's head cradled against his chest.
"Fucking hell Jungkook" Jimin gasps out, his heart beating anxiously in his chest.
"Hyung" Jungkook's voice is muffled and Jimin pulls back, eyebrows still pulled together in worry.
"You scared me oh my god" Jimin laughs, pushing Jungkook's hair back as he smiles.
"Wha... why?" Jungkook's eyelids are sluggish as he opens them, his expression sated and sleepy from the post-orgasm feeling.
"You passed out dummy" Jimin huffs a laugh, "I thought I broke you".
Jungkook manages a tired chuckle before his eyes slide shut again, "I passed out? Wow. You're such a try-hard hyung".
Jimin immediately freezes, his expression going blank as he takes in Jungkook's words.
"YAH! Jeon Jungkook I was worried about you!" Jimin cries, outraged, his expression twisting into playful annoyance.
Jungkook chuckles again, "hyung".
Jimin pouts, "what".
"Love you".
Jimin freezes again for an entirely different reason, a pleasant warmth spreading through his body, entirely different from the post-orgasm haze. It's not the first time they've said it, not by far, but Jimin will never get used to the reverent way Jungkook says it each time, will never get used to the warmth and adoration he feels when Jungkook looks at him like he's the only person in the world that matters to him.
Jimin smiles shyly, despite Jungkook's eyes being closed. He'll never understand what Jungkook sees in him, why the younger loves him so much.
"I love you Jungkook" Jimin whispers, pouring every emotion into his voice as he cradles Jungkook's face gently.
Jungkook's eyes open, his eyes no longer haze or sleepy, his gaze locks onto Jimin's face and his mouth spreading into a soft smile. Jungkook's hands press into Jimin's hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands, pulling him down gently to rest his forehead against Jimin's.
"Shower?" Jungkook asks softly.
Jimin nods, eyes disappearing with his wide smile.
*
"Hyung you left hickeys all over my neck! We have a concert tomorrow!"
"Well, fuck".