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The first time they kissed was during the summer in London. By UK standards it was a hot day, and the crowd at Wembley for their first performance there were in great spirits. Post concert, the members had briefly celebrated with some champagne before everyone but Jungkook, Jimin and Seokjin headed to their hotel rooms to shower and sleep. The three had stayed up in Jimin’s room, sprawled on the floor, ordering more champagne and food, laughing and joking around for sometime before Seokjin announced that he too was going to bed.
The two younger members bid their hyung goodnight before returning to their drinks. Jungkook was more than a little buzzed. The combination of the euphoria from performing, post-concert adrenaline and the many glasses of champagne were resulting in Jungkook’s speech to be a little slurred, and he found himself holding onto the champagne bottle adoringly like it was a lover, even giving it a little kiss on the neck which made Jimin cackle and almost fall into the leftover food.
“You’re so cute when you’re drunk!” He laughed fondly, pushing his dark hair off his forehead before it fell down perfectly in signature Jimin style that had the fans and sometimes even Jungkook swooning, though he would never admit it.
Jungkook snorted, though the alcohol made his reaction delayed. “No I’m not.”
Jimin beamed at him, holding his hands to his heart. “Yes you are! So freaking adorable!”
Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle, looking down at the floor and touching his ears briefly, feeling a hint of a blush creep over his cheeks. He told himself it was the alcohol that caused this.
“Aww even the way you touch your ears when you get shy is so cute.” Jimin gushed, putting down his champagne glass and crawling over clumsily towards him. He sat on his ankles in front of Jungkook and lightly pinched both of his cheeks, forcing him to look up at him. Jungkook’s heart began to speed up, jumping erratically at the proximity of Jimin’s face.
Jimin giggled again and began peppering Jungkook’s forehead with little kisses, exaggerating the noise and making Jungkook squirm to get away, though he was smiling widely at the same time, his big teeth showing and eyes crinkled cutely.
“I could just kiss you all over.” Jimin joked, leaning further against Jungkook and eventually half sitting in his lap so he could continue his assault of tiny kisses on Jungkook's face. Jungkook held onto Jimin’s waist, just to make sure he didn’t fall he told himself. He started kissing Jungkook over his cheeks, and the younger prayed he couldn’t feel how flushed they had become at all of the attention or the way his heartbeat was threatening to burst out of his chest the closer Jimin’s lips got to his mouth.
The kisses started to slow down, the over the top noises quieter, until Jimin paused and leaned back slightly to look at Jungkook’s expression. The younger was visibly flushed, pupils and eyes wide, and Jimin could almost see his own reflection in them. To Jimin, Jungkook wasn’t just cute. He was so much more than that. And in his drunken haze, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he liked him, how handsome and talented he was, how much he respected and admired him. And the rational part of his brain that would have told him to retreat and not act on his affections, was dulled by the champagne, and so he found himself leaning forward again and leaving a quick but firm kiss on Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook froze, shocked by the kiss but not offended or disgusted by any means. His reactions were too slow to reciprocate and he so desperately in that moment wanted to feel Jimin’s lips again because it was over way too quickly. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Jimin’s. They stayed still, neither moving, just feeling the sensation of their lips against each other. Jimin adjusted his position in Jungkook’s lap, making his lips move slightly, and the movement spurred both of the men on. They began kissing earnestly, lips moving over each other clumsily before getting into more of a rhythm. Jungkook’s hands found their way splayed over Jimin’s back, pulling his torso closer to him, while Jimin’s hands moved from Jungkook’s face and into his hair.
Too soon, the spontaneous kiss was interrupted by the sound of the keypad on the door and they rushed to separate themselves from each other. Seokjin walked in completely oblivious, stating that he forgot his hoody. Not knowing what to do and feeling embarrassed at almost being caught kissing Jimin, Jungkook stood up to leave as well. He looked over at Jimin who had his lips pursued, in an expression Jungkook couldn’t read. So he simply said goodnight and left with his hyung, his heart beating furiously.
The second time they kissed was just the next day. All day, Jungkook had been itching to talk to Jimin about the kiss, but with the final concert at Wembley to prepare for, Jungkook never got an opportunity and didn’t feel like it would be appropriate to do it via text in the middle of sound check. Not that he knew what he wanted to say anyway. He just knew he needed to say something. Jimin had been uncharacteristically quiet today, and everyone noticed. Jimin played it off as sadness for this being the last gig in the UK, but Jungkook wasn’t buying it. Jungkook pushed these worried aside as he was raised up onto the stage alongside his hyungs and sang his heart out to their fans.
After the concert, he had a message waiting for him from Jimin, sent just before they went on stage. It simply read “Come to my room later?”
Jungkook’s heart began to beat quicker upon reading the message, and he found himself rushing to shower so that he could get to Jimin’s room. He just needed to talk to him. He hadn’t thought too deeply about the kiss, what with him needing to sleep, their concert and the worry that Jimin was upset. All he knew was that he wasn’t expecting the kiss and that it was actually nice. Really nice.
He knocked on the door before entering the code Jimin sent him, just to make his presence known and then walked in. Jimin sat on his bed, looking at his phone which he quickly put away when he saw Jungkook.
“Hi.” Jungkook said, even though they saw each other less than an hour ago as they left the venue.
Jimin breathed out once to laugh. “Hi.”
Jungkook realised he was stood in front of the closed door awkwardly and so walked closer to Jimin. The elder sat back down on the bed and motioned for Jungkook to join him.
“I’m really sorry for kissing you.” Jimin blurted out in a rush. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was drunk and you were being adorable and I was so happy from the concert, I guess.”
“You don’t need to apologise hyung.”
"Really? Are you sure?" Jimin asked, worry written over his face.
Jungkook nodded earnestly, wanted to make that worried look on Jimin's face disappear. Jimin visibly sighed and some tension was released from his body.
“Bet you wished Seokjin-hyung hadn’t left.” Jimin laughed though it sounded empty as he looked down at his lap.
“Actually…” Jungkook paused, deciding in that moment whether he was going to be honest or not. “I kind of wished Seokjin-hyung hadn’t forgotten his hoody.”
Jimin’s head snapped up at the younger’s words, his eyes a mixture of confusion and something else. “Really?” Jimin’s voice was rough and quiet, almost the way it sounded when he first woke up.
Jungkook bravely kept eye-contact, though he could feel his face becoming warm, and nodded in agreement. Without another word, Jimin leaned over, placing both of his hands on either side of Jungkook’s face before pressing a kiss against Jungkook’s mouth. Whereas yesterday they had taken sometime to get into a rhythm, today they seemed to pick up exactly where they left off. Their lips slid across each other, with more purpose and with the knowledge that no one was going to interrupt them this time.
Jimin tentatively used the tip of his tongue to lick Jungkook’s upper lip. Jungkook sighed at the contact and opened his mouth slightly, allowing their tongues to meet and the kiss to deepen. It felt like their bodies were too far away from each other so Jimin shuffled closer and they fell sideways onto the bed so that they were facing each other. They continued to kiss as their legs intertwined and their hands began roaming over each other’s backs. Jungkook’s hands were itching to go lower, wanting to grab hold of Jimin’s strong legs and pert ass but also not sure if he would want that. He kind of wished he was drunk right now because maybe then he would have just done it.
Instead, he focused on the wonderful feeling of having Jimin’s big lips against his, of the sound of Jimin’s breath, and the feeling of his hyung’s hands as they held tightly onto the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. Their hips met for the first time and Jimin let out an almost whined groan as he pressed himself against Jungkook’s crotch. He felt a little embarrassed about his confined erection, this kiss was incredibly hot and he was ridiculously turned on. When he realised that Jimin was hard too, he immediately grabbed hold of Jimin’s thigh, hoisting his leg up a bit. Jimin’s kisses became more frantic at this action, moving away from Jungkook’s mouth and over to his neck and ear, nibbling and licking while breathing heavily, making Jungkook even more turned on.
Jimin’s fingers ghosted at the bottom of Jungkook’s t-shirt, wanting to advance upwards to feel skin but hesitant to cross the line that he couldn’t see anymore. Jungkook lifted his own shirt slightly giving silent permission to Jimin whose hands didn’t waste another second before exploring all over Jungkook’s defined abs, travelling further up and ghosting over his hardened nipples and onto his strong pecs. Jungkook shifted his body upwards, so he was leaning on his elbows and Jimin took this as an invitation to remove his t-shirt completely. Jungkook’s breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling visibly, and the erection evident underneath his trousers.
Jungkook reached over and copied with Jimin’s shirt, throwing it onto the floor with little care, he eyes glued to the expanse of beautiful tanned skin on show for him. His hands traced over Jimin’s tattoo on his rib cage before he reconnected their mouths, tongues eager to touch. Their hands pawed and brushed against every part of their torsos, frustration and pent up lust building so much that Jungkook found himself subconsciously pushing his hips forward over and over to feel the pressure of Jimin’s erection against his own.
Jimin’s hands kept finding their way down to the waistband of Jungkook’s trousers, and after the third time of trying to resist, he gave in to his temptation.
“Can I?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook nodded quickly, turned on beyond belief at having Jimin ask to see his cock. Luckily he’d gotten over being shy about his body, living with 6 other guys for years does that to you, and so he helped Jimin take off his trousers and boxers leaving him completely naked on the bed leaning back on his elbows, his hard cock lying flat against his hip and legs spread slightly.
Before Jungkook could ask for Jimin to do the same, the elder got on on his knees in-between Jungkook’s spread legs and ran his hands up, squeezing over the big muscles of his calves, over his thighs and back down again, his eyes never moving away from his cock. After what seemed like an eternity, Jimin finally took hold of his erection with both hands, and even just the way Jimin adjusted his hands to get in a good position had Jungkook scrunching his eyes closed and inhaling deeply.
He held the base of Jungkook’s erection in one hand, while he slowly moved the other up his shaft, getting a feel for it, and indulging himself in the beautiful site of Jungkook laid out naked on his bed.
“Jimin-ah….” Jungkook breathed out when Jimin squeezed at the head slightly. “Umm…” He looked almost embarrassed as he spoke. “Do you have moisturiser or anything?”
Jimin just chuckled lightly, and tapped Jungkook on the hip. “Don’t worry, I’ll get some for you.”
As Jimin walked over to the dressing table to search for moisturiser or anything that would act as a lubricant, he adjusted his erection in his trousers. He acquired the moisturiser and started to apply it to his hand when Jungkook spoke again.
“Can I touch you as well?”
Jungkook’s eyes were big and almost pleading, making Jimin’s heart skip a beat and a fond smile appear on his face. Jungkook sat up to remove Jimin’s trousers and boxers and was momentarily frozen in place with the sight of Jimin completely naked, his erection right in front of his face. For a second he contemplated taking it into his mouth, but Jimin pushed Jungkook back onto the bed and straddled his lap instead. The contact of their hips pressing together caused Jungkook to groan and Jimin ate it up, wanting to hear those beautiful sounds come out of his mouth again. They found a position where they could both grip each other’s cocks and applied some moisturiser to aid them. Jimin threw the bottle onto the bed and began with both hands to jerk Jungkook off.
Jimin’s dick was throbbing and swollen in just a minute or two, precome leaking out of the tip at the way Jungkook’s bigger hands engulfed his cock. The younger had a firm grip and a steady rhythm, and quickly noticed how Jimin moaned every time he ran his thumb over the slit on the upstroke. He repeated this again and again, alternating his technique before returning to the motion that had Jimin’s toes curling.
In the midst of his own climb to orgasm, he had almost forgotten Jungkook’s cock that was between his hands, bright red and wanting to be stimulated more. So with both hands he continued to slide up and down, eager to give Jungkook the same pleasure he was receiving. He twisted his grip when he got to the base, and was pleasantly surprised when Jungkook’s mouth fell open and little ah sounds continued to escape his mouth. The sounds grew in volume the longer Jimin continued this movement, and when he tightened he grip, Jungkook’s little sounds became full on cries of pleasure.
“I’m gonna- ah!” Jungkook cried, warning Jimin of his impending orgasm and making Jimin tighten his grip one last time before Jungkook came with a strangled noise that Jimin thought was just hot.
The sensory overload of Jungkook’s convulsing naked body as he came over Jimin’s hand and on his own stomach, the sounds of Jungkook’s moans combined with the immense pleasure of Jungkook’s hand still stroking him had him coming undone himself with just half a dozen more strokes. He released himself and added to the mess of come on Jungkook’s stomach.
They caught their breath for a little while, Jimin still holding onto Jungkook’s cock and vice versa, come over their hands but mostly on Jungkook’s stomach.
“Wow.” Jimin said, making Jungkook laugh and agree with a nod.
“Yeah, that was….wow.”
“I should get something to clean us up.”
With one hand underneath the other to catch any dripping come, Jimin went into the bathroom. Jungkook lay there staring at the ceiling, his mind racing over what they had just done together. What was this? He didn’t want to ruin the moment they just had together by asking Jimin such a huge question but at the same time he didn’t want to just say nothing.
Jimin returned after washing himself and handed Jungkook some cleaning supplies before putting his underwear back on. Jungkook frowned, feeling dejected and took this as a sign that Jimin didn’t want him to stay around to talk or to cuddle or anything, so he ignored the way his stomach felt uneasy, got dressed quickly and left. Jimin looked on, speechless.
They didn’t talk about how they got each other off that one time, or about the blow job Jimin gave him on his birthday. And so Jungkook chalked it down to Jimin just wanting to fool around a bit. And while Jungkook lay on his bed, spent and flushed while Jimin wiped away the come from his lips, the younger thought that this could be a good arrangement. A friends with benefits situation. They could both get satisfaction and excitement while not having to commit or hide a relationship.
That was, until he started to feel.
Jungkook thought and thought about what he was feeling. About the way his stomach would do a little flip the first time he saw Jimin in a day, or the way he felt flustered when Jimin would initiate a hug or any other skinship, or the way he couldn’t help but follow Jimin’s movements backstage with his eyes as they prepared for their next concert. It wasn’t until he locked eyes with Jimin during The Truth Untold and sang “but I still want you” that he felt the rush of affection like a train hurtling towards him. He gazed at his ethereal hyung under the stage lights and realised that he was falling for Park Jimin.
For the next week he contemplated what he wanted to do, whether he should bury his feelings and avoid anymore hookups with Jimin until he got bored and gave up seeking him out, or bury his feelings and continue to fool around because hell it was the hottest thing he had going on in his life and he’s still a weak horny human after all.
Or, and this is the thought that plagues him the most; he could just tell Jimin. He could tell Jimin exactly what he’s feeling and thinking, how the more time he spends looking at him the more he feels his heart ache to be close to him, how the few times they’ve been intimate have been bittersweet because he wants more than just that, and how when he closes his eyes it’s his sweet smile and bright laughs that he imagines before he falls asleep.
Another week passed and Jungkook was more highly strung that he had ever been, having not come to a decision and on his way to Jimin’s hotel room after he received a text asking to hangout once Jimin was done with his VLive. His hyung opened the door, in a low cut striped t-shirt, unsettled hair and a gorgeous smile.
“Great timing. Were you watching?” Jimin asked and he closed the door and then flung himself on the bed beside Jungkook.
He didn’t know why but he lied, and shook his head, embarrassed that he had spent the last 71 minutes watching Jimin’s face speaking to their fans.
Jimin laughed, clearly not believing him and pushed Jungkook’s shoulder lightly. “Sure. Whatever you say.”
“You looked really good hyung.” Jungkook voiced, looking down at his lap.
“I thought you weren’t watching.”
Jungkook froze, eyes comically wide at being caught, and they both started laughing easily.
“Thanks. You look good too.” Jimin said rubbing underneath his chin affectionately. Jungkook’s face began to flush a little at the compliment.
“Thanks.”
Jimin’s hands slowly moved from his chin, along his and over his cheek until he is cupping his face. Almost involuntarily, Jungkook leaned in to the touch, turning his whole body on the bed towards Jimin, feeling the irresistible pull from his hyung. They moved until they were both up on their knees, Jungkook’s arms around his waist and Jimin’s tangled in his long hair that Jimin has expressed is unbelievably hot right before he had proceeded to suck Jungkook off. They looked at each other for a few moments before they began to kiss. Jimin let out a deep sigh as their kiss became heavier, with more tongue and smalls bites of lips because how could Jungkook resists pulling a little on those beautiful plump lips?
Things heated up fairly quickly, with clothes thrown on the floor within a few minutes. Jungkook lay Jimin down on his back and trailed open mouthed kisses over his naked stomach, over his hips and then looked up at Jimin before leaving more kisses on his hyung’s hardened cock. It was the first time Jungkook gave head, not only to Jimin but to anyone, and while he was inexperienced, he was full of enthusiasm. After licking over the head a few times, he began to fit as much as he could into his mouth, loving the way Jimin began moaning and speaking in his Busan dialect. This only turned Jungkook on more and so he pushed a little further, causing himself to gag and have to back off.
“Careful.” Jimin said patiently, rubbing the top of his head.
Jungkook continued, this time concentrating on bobbing his head up and down rather than trying to fit in as much as possible. Jimin’s reaction was addictive to watch, the way he was lying on his elbows, head fallen fully back, throat exposed and lips parted as breathy moans escaped his lips. After a while, Jungkook’s jaw began to ache and he reluctantly retreated, content with jerking Jimin off and watching him come, almost forgetting about his own erection that was jumping around when Jimin made a particularly low moaning noise.
Jimin pushed the hair off his head and pushed Jungkook’s shoulders so he was sat on his own heels. “Jungkook-ah, I want…” he trailed off, seeming unsure or shy about what he was saying. Jungkook encouraged him by rubbing over his hips and tried not to get distracted by how their cocks were touching slightly.
“I want you to…” Jimin didn’t finish but instead re positioned himself lying face down on the bed. Jungkook looked confused for a second and then Jimin lifted his hips up so he was on his knees, his shoulder and head still lying down, presenting his beautiful tanned ass and thighs. He didn’t look at Jungkook right away, but after a few seconds began to get worried that Jungkook didn’t want it.
“Oh, do you not-?”
“No, no I do!” Jungkook rushed and he shuffled over so he was behind the elder. It was the first time he saw Jimin’s asshole and to say he was turned on was an understatement. He was completely shaved, and his tight ring was a light pink. Jungkook swallowed, his cock throbbing with arousal and hands shaking slightly at what they were going to do.
“Hyung, are you sure?” Jungkook asked, daring himself to touch Jimin’s ass cheeks. He ran his hands over them both, loving the feeling of his smooth skin, the way his cheeks sometimes hid his hole and then revealed it again, like a dirty game of hide and seek.
“Yeah. If you want to.” Jimin assured him, spreading his legs slightly, making himself more visible and even more alluring.
Jungkook got into a more comfortable position, grabbed hold of both cheeks and spread them apart to fully reveal Jimin’s tight and puckered hole. His cock jumped at the sight and his heart beat was so fast he could hear it in his ears.
“Fuck, Jimin. Jimin, can- can I?”
Jungkook used both of his thumbs to spread open Jimin’s tight asshole and his mouth fell open until he was just panting, not even using his nose because he couldn’t get enough air in that way. Because this was beyond a quick hand job or the one time blowjob Jimin gave him. This was something else. Something way harder to forget. He had his best friend and bandmate’s ass hole waiting for him between his thumbs for christ sake. There was no forgetting this.
Releasing one hand from his ass cheek, he tentatively ran the tip of his index finger down his crack, ghosting over his hole but barely touching it. If he pushed even just a millimetre of his finger inside of Jimin, he knew they would change the dynamic of their relationship forever. Because even though in his own head their relationship had changed ever since Jungkook realised that he was falling in love with him, outwardly their relationship hadn’t changed. The thought equally terrified and excited him.
“Yeah, yeah, do it, please Kook, god-“
With the thumb that was still placed on his asshole, he pulled a bit to the side, widening it just a fraction more. His mouth was getting so dry and his dick uncomfortably hard as he traced Jimin’s hole with his index finger, feeling the taut skin underneath his finger tip. He wanted to push inside so much, but needed clarification from Jimin, just to make double sure that this is what they were going to do and to give himself a second to breath.
“Can I really? Should we-?”
Jimin turned his head to the side from where it was pushed into the pillow, panting just as much as Jungkook was, cheeks flushed as if he’d just finished a 3 hour dance rehearsal when in actuality he was face down ass up in front of his dongsaeng begging for him to touch his ass.
“I want to. I really want to- with you.”
Would this be it once they have sex? Would it mean the end of whatever this was between them, the heavy sexual tension, the lingering touches, and the sporadic release as they pleasured each other just to pretend like nothing had happened until the next time?
“Kook, what’s wrong? Do you not-?”
“No, no I do. I just- how- will we…”
In that moment he made his decision; he wanted Jimin, all of him, not just in the bedroom, but all the time. The voice inside of his head warned him of what might happen, that Jimin might reject him, tell him it was just sex, nothing more, and say that he can’t do it anymore if there are feelings involved. But he couldn’t stand the thought of not doing this again, of not seeing Jimin in the heights of pleasure, so vulnerable and vocal, so breathtakingly beautiful underneath him. He felt tears form in his eyes at the thought of this being their last intimate moment together and so he tightly wrapped his arms around Jimin’s torso, pushed their bodies down onto the bed and his mouth right up to Jimin’s ear and whispered frantically.
“Jimin, Jimin-ah. You’re so beautiful. So fucking amazing. God look at you, I want you like this all the time. Not just like this but everything. I want all of you so much. You have no- no idea what you mean to me Jimin. Please, don’t let this be just a one time thing, please I need to be like this with you, please-“
He was cut off by Jimin turning to face him, eyes wide with worry and emotion that Jungkook couldn’t place. The elder took Jungkook’s face in both of his hands and wrapped one leg over Jungkook’s hip, pulling him close.
“Shhh, baby it’s ok.”
Jungkook felt like he had just exposed himself wholly to Jimin, his heart was racing furiously, his mind in overdrive, and he closed his eyes tight in anticipation of Jimin’s rejection, the crushing sense of disappointment already felt heavy on his chest.
Jimin then began to kiss all over his face, just like he did the first time they kissed in London, leaving tiny patches of moisture over his cheeks, on the tip of his nose, on his eyes lids and the corners of his mouth. He pulled his face away and looked deep into Jungkook’s sparkling eyes.
“This isn’t a one time thing for me baby. I want you too. So much. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Jungkook’s stomach did a flip at those words, disbelief written clearly on his face as it made Jimin giggle and kiss his face a few more times.
“What made you think I wouldn’t want you again? You’re everything to me Kook. Can’t you see that?”
Jimin’s own eyes look watery which only makes Jungkook’s spill over, a tear running slowly down his cheek. The elder wiped it away and smiled at him.
“I want us to be together. Properly. Not just like this. But like you said. Everything. I want that. I want that too.”
Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed his face with his hands, trying to push away the residual dread at the thought of losing Jimin after tonight.
“I think I’m falling for you Kookie.” Jimin whispered and hid his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, fanning warm breath onto his skin.
His heart stopped for a second, and then the need to just wrap Jimin up and never let him go took over him. Jungkook clung onto Jimin, afraid to let go, afraid of the intensity of his own feelings that seem magnified now that he knew Jimin felt the same way.
“Me too. I am too.” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking slightly because this man, this beautiful, caring, selfless and inspiring man wanted him. Was falling for him.
They stayed like that for several minutes, Jungkook rubbing his hands up and down Jimin’s naked back while the elder ran his fingers through the hair on Jungkook’s nape. Eventually they pulled away, eyes dry but emotion still present but less pressing than before. They had time. They were together now. There was no need to rush, it wasn't just one night. It was this. For real. Together.
They smiled at each other before leaning in once more.