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Unexpected.
Unexpected was the way they learned of each other's existence.
That day he was coming out of his lecture classes, books resting in his hands and a typical beret on his long curly hair. He couldn't wait to get back to his warm apartment, forget briefly about the long texts he had to read and spend some quality time with his puppy Bam.
He didn't know a more loyal companion other than his beloved canine friend, the rest of the people only seemed to have fleeting and ephemeral interests that were contradictory to his own. On the contrary, he liked to share with others, but unfortunately the encounters ended up being so superficial that none of them had managed so far to make a mark in his soul.
With that purpose in mind, he went down the stairs to the second floor and decided to go to the green area of the place, as it turned out to be the shortest way to find the exit of the university.
Upon arrival, he found himself surrounded by greenish colors, and it was then that he saw it for the first time.
The numerous flowers within his reach along with the leaves of the leafy trees seemed to take on much more vivid coloration, the pleasant scents tickled his sense of smell and the light breeze tousled the protruding strands under his cap. His curious eyes did not stop their observation on the unknown boy, in jeans and a jean jacket, playing a guitar with nimble fingers while rounded glasses slid down his small nose.
The unknown boy was the bearer of shiny, straight black hair, and if his faraway eyesight didn't fail him, dark slanted eyes. Cute.
From where he stood he could hear the soft melody that the other's fingers produced on the firm strings, marveling at the feeling that this boy was able to capture in a few simple chords. Suddenly he stopped looking down and raised his head, causing both eyes to meet in a first encounter. Small eyes with big, glowing ones.
Panic attacked him.
They lingered staring at each other for several seconds, him still playing the guitar as he insisted on prolonging the premature eye contact. It was strange, because even though there were enough coherent reasons to walk away, he didn't coherent reasons to walk away, he neither wanted nor wished to obey his mind today.
He felt embarrassed to be aware of the situation, standing motionless in front of a person he did not know of his identity and looking at him as a child would when discovering a treasure. JungKook pressed the books against his chest, feeling his face warm and sprinkle with pink, he also locked his lower lip between his teeth without taking his gaze off entirely. Though thinking that maybe he should stop in his obsessive staring, because if he continued, he would surely scare the other boy into thinking he was a stalker stranger.
However, those thoughts vanished as soon as he gave an unexpected gesture; the boy smiled kindly at him, his flushed cheeks bulging at the corner of his thick lips and his eyes hidden behind perfect half moons. That smile possessed so many unique characteristics that it softened his poor heart.
The mellifluous sound of the chords stopped.
"JiMin."
Oh, his voice is perfect like him; subdued, sweet, steady and sure. He liked it.
"Excuse me?" JungKook managed to say slightly sheepishly, for he was paying attention to details he shouldn't dwell on so much. For example, the deep look he was giving her, managing to make a few tingles present in his stomach.
"My name is JiMin, what's yours, pretty boy?" he pushed up his glasses with his index finger, and when he realized JungKook was keeping that "gawking" expression on him, he winked at him with a camouflaged flirt. Jeon could do nothing but get flustered and blush a little more, trying to conceal the crimson color with the strands of his hair.
"JungKook."
"Nice to meet you, JungKook."
He nodded, a smile forming on his face.
"I like the way you play the guitar...and that may be the reason you see me here in front of you." An awkward chuckle gave way between his words "Sorry if I make you uncomfortable."
JiMin shook his head, his hair mimicking the movement.
"Relax, you don't.... And now that you tell me that, may I ask, would you like to stay with me for a while while I play for you?" He cocked his head to one side, pointing to a free space beside him.
"Doesn't it mind you?" biting his lip and touching one of his ears in a twitch, JungKook hesitated.
"If it bothered me I wouldn't propose in the first place, JungKook." He heard him laugh, it being a cute sound that made him smile this time big "Come on, don't answer me with other questions, if you don't want to, I think I could live with rejection from such a precious boy like you." He shrugged.
JiMin is a charming and flirtatious being by nature, a single conversation was enough to know that. He's amazed at the communicative ease with which he got along with him, who was a person he had just met for the first time.
"You are amazing, JiMin."
Both of their cheeks brushed pink, and as surreal as it would have been, a peculiar glow flared in the dark orbs both.
"Wow, thanks for the compliment. But will you stay?"
"Sure." The beaming smile of the bespectacled boy became extensive.
His little canine friend could wait a few extra hours, anyway, JungKook would get him to forgive him after a play and cuddle session.
Maybe JiMin could finally be that true friend he'd been looking for?
"By the way, pretty beret. I really like it on you." JiMin whispered to him as he sat down across from her and set the books down on the grass, as if he was telling a secret to him as he ran his fingers along the strings of the instrument in his lap.
" Pretty glasses. I really like them on you too, hyung."
Low chuckles were all that could be heard among the leafy trees.
"I think you should start calling me hyung regularly from now on." JiMin peeled a hand off the guitar, and touched the younger boy's chin in a gentle mime "It sounds so cute from your mouth, so much so that I could get used to hearing it from you forever."
"Yah!" JungKook could only take refuge in his palms, refusing to meet the other boy's eyes out of embarrassment.
He only needed a few faraway glances, a cross exchange of awkward but sincere words and some sweet chords to know that not all people were in a different world than his own. For the first time, he felt he was not a rare specimen for preferring the lasting over the ephemeral, and it made him happy that someone else shared the same recondite desire.
He would be wrong to claim that he experienced the mythical "love at first sight," because such a thing didn't really exist. Love is such a complex, constructed and multi-branched feeling that it is almost impossible to fully assume that you feel it all because of a single encounter.
You don't know that person as a whole being; their ups and downs, their glories, their insecurities, how can you say that you will love every imperfect aspect?
It may not have been that, but there was a click between JiMin and him. That afternoon they shared so many things, starting to create a safe zone between them and developing that little flame of trust. Their desires from that moment changed, thanks to him.
(...)
Youth is the key point where follies and intuitive decisions are the protagonists of the story, it's true, only that he never knew how to be that kind of spontaneous teenager. Everything in his little world had to have a previous order and organization to work in the right way, however it took Park JiMin to break him out of that straight shell, showing him that sudden and improvised is not always bad.
Instead, it adds a fun twist to life.
"May I know what you're doing in here, JiMinie?"
He didn't hesitate to ask upon seeing him inside the same not so spacious cubicle of the dressing room. Being able through the mirror to be aware of her boyfriend's presence and posture as they were both in a confined space, he knew him so well.
JiMin laughed.
"Can't I just help my puppy try on clothes?" a small smile accompanied his playful words as he looked at him intently through the reflection.
JungKook's heart fluttered softly at the sweet nickname that became an important part of his routine.
"I'll believe you, if you put it that way." He shrugged, giving him his typical front-toothed smile.
"Shit, you look so beautiful when you smile at me like that, Koo."
JungKook hates to be caught with that kind of comment, because his head would turn to mush, his cheeks would flare into pinkish luceros and shyness was bigger than him. He hated it, but he also loved it. He was so weak to the compliments JiMin liked to provide him all the time, warmed his soul thirsty for pampering and love.
"And when you blush like that, it makes me want to do things to you that maybe I shouldn't in a place like this." JiMin hugged him tightly from behind, squeezing the other's slender waist with his arms and urging him firmly against his chest. The flirtatious smile widened on her full lips as she watched the red color spread to her pretty boy's ears "Just look at you, I don't think I can be ignorant to that."
"You're shameless, JiMin hyung." It was a timid complaint on his part, but as usual, he was not able to put up resistance against the older, especially when he knew how to push the right buttons on him. So he let himself be molded in those arms, letting his head fall on the opposite shoulder.
"You love me like this, don't you?"
"You do, but that's another story."
A low chuckle preceded the slow, wet kisses on the curved area of his sensitive neck, feeling the tighter contact at his waist. He closed his eyes.
"Can I fuck you here, baby?" JiMin spoke letting the firm satoori accent of his vocal cords slip, lips pompously over his ear, pressing and leaving an open kiss there.
JungKook's doe eyes widened in surprise, giving a slight jump in his stance and escaping JiMin's embrace.
"I knew your purpose was far from innocent, you idiot!" He faced him, his face still flushed "Can't you see we're in a public place, JiMin?"
"Yes, I see, but is it really an impediment?" Shrugging, he raised one of his eyebrows in a cheeky gesture. It didn't take him long to move closer again, closing the distance between them to the point where his hand landed on the taller one's lower back, lasting so short there because it went down to the noticeable curve of her butt. JungKook let out a gasp as he felt the contact "It would only be enough not to make too much noise."
JiMin winked.
JungKook didn't know what to make of his boyfriend's every witticism, hurried but becoming an influential factor in giving his routine a more vivid and latent color; enjoying them to live because he wanted JiMin so much, he was sure he would end up falling in love so badly. If he wasn't already.
"You're such an idiot... My cute idiot." His arms wrapped around the bespectacled boy's shoulders as his doe eyes gave him a sweet, adoring look, smirking as he noticed the shyness making itself known on his opposite's cheekbones.
"And you're my cute little bunny." He kissed her rounded nose "Well, where were we, baby?"
Park was the one who took the firm step, pressing his eager mouth against his puppy's sweet lips and naturally letting his arms fall back to that waist he loved. He cut the minimal space, needing the closeness between their bodies. He smiled a little when he sensed JungKook's grip around his neck getting tighter. He pressed harder after hearing his first gasp, inviting him to open his lips to his mercy.
Feeling dizzy, he gladly allowed JiMin to slip her slippery tongue between his wet, swollen pillows. As they backed up between uncoordinated steps and her back lay flat against the solid surface of the cubicle.
One leg of the older man positioned himself in the middle of Koo's thighs, gradually spreading his lower limbs. Both mouths were held together with unceasing need, just as if they had missed each other so much and wanted to show each other the endless feelings that existed.
The slender hands messing up his dark hair were pressing against it in order to get as close as possible.
The wet touch descended, barely parting and JiMin didn't want to wait to touch that sensitive area of his boy. He positioned his open mouth on his neck, sucking and marking there with full intent, openly enjoying the small sounds it provoked in the younger boy.
If they continued, they would soon find an addiction in lusting after another's soul.
"Hyung..." Koo must have exhaled a great deal of air to make his voice sound decent, rather than shaky "Tell me you weren't just joking when you said about earlier."
"About what, that I wouldn't hesitate any moment to take you right here, no matter what?" JiMin turned his head away, allowing them to be face to face, looking at each other with a hypnotic precision that was common between them.
He nodded at her words, biting his lip.
"M-maybe that doesn't sound so bad, if I think about it." He dragged his hand from his shoulder to stop at JiMin's chest, his eyes following the path of his own fingers and meeting his boyfriend's dark gaze again. Holding her open palm in place, she flashed a mischievous smile complicit in her playful, slow words "Why don't you try it, my love?"
"If my prince wants it, then he'll get it."
The kiss that returned to him, leaving him in the drift of a scarce breath, confirmed the veracity of his announced task.
(...)
When he set foot in the tent he had not included in his plans that he would end up in this slippery situation, he would not even have thought about it. Although perhaps he should have known by now that with JiMin by his side, anything can happen. His black jeans on the floor, his blue t-shirt sliding down one of his shoulders and pulled up in the area of his ruddy ass that was gladly receiving the older man's cock. Clinging uselessly to the wall, with the long locks of his hair sticking to his flaming cheekbones, a firm hand covering the high moans that slipped from his mouth without coming back to prevent it and an arm wrapped around his waist from behind by JiMin as he didn't stop the frantic movement of hips against his abused prostate.
JungKook had his head floating in the clouds, being oblivious to the outside world. The older man's heavy gasps died in his neck, enjoying listening to him being pleasured as well as he was being pleasured. JungKook pressed his forehead against the flat surface, curving further and bringing his ass closer to the opposite pelvis to receive that addictive sensation with greater impetus.
"You love this, don't you?" she spoke against his ear, pulling him with her teeth and eliciting a high-pitched moan from JungKook, which choked in the palm of her hand "Being in this position, willing to receive everything I give you, whimpering from the excessive pleasure and feeling like the most beautiful boy in the world. You've become addicted to being like this."
The agitated curly-haired boy could only move his head up and down, frantically and lost in the burning threshold that those words aroused in his own cock.
"I want to hear you, my sweet Koo."
JiMin dropped his hand from his hidden mouth, and he gasped exhaling a great deal of air. Finding it necessary to bite his lips so as not to be too vocal now that he had a clear path, he didn't want the whole place to know about the unwise things they were doing in that narrow space.
"Come on, won't you give me the privilege of listening to you, baby?" he insisted, not stopping in his purpose of ending the younger boy's sensibilities. Pushing with confidence and assurance, knowing where to touch to make his boy see the very stars.
JungKook, on the other hand, had to give his all to arrange the words in his mouth correctly and give a coherent answer, instead of incomprehensible little noises.
"L-love it! Yes!"
The major smiled in satisfaction, this time grabbing the narrow waist with both of his arms as a support to change the rhythm of the thrusts to a deeper and stronger one, getting JungKook's little noises as a sign that he was doing a very good job.
"Remind me to do this one more time."
"Don't even think about it, JiMin!"
He would have continued with his reproach, but a gentle nibble on his neck and a slap on one of his buttocks were what caused reason to dissipate from his head quickly.
It was madness.
A madness he would accept in his life.
(...)
Years later, and he did not regret his decision to have shortened his path. He did not regret staying to appreciate the melody of that guitar, and he did not regret allowing a person to enter his life.
"Koo, you've been standing there without moving for a while now, why don't you come with me, love?" A JiMin with matured features and no glasses, approached him to extend his hand. Although, his smile still had the same charm.
Time kept slipping by, inevitably growing up, but the dynamic between them never changed. And it never would.
JungKook smiled back, turning his features a little boyish and sharing the affectionate glare of the opposite. Without a second's hesitation, he intertwined his fingers with the smaller ones, enjoying the warm sensation peeking out of his chest.
"With you I go wherever you want, Mimi."
His slitted eyes looked up at him with immense love, reciprocating that implicit promise. JiMin pulled him closer by clasping their hands, wrapping the other arm around his lower back and finally, gently bringing their lips together. JungKook didn't miss the opportunity to melt with the love of his life, messing up the elder's now brown hair as he expresses in the wet union all those pleasant emotions that are provoked thanks to him.
JungKook didn't think he would be able to live without the loving kisses from his husband, without the docile touch that was given to him every time their bodies plunged into a single tune and the sincere words whispered in his ear.
He still makes him feel like a teenager in love, as if he could be in the ecstasy of youth forever. The intensity of their romance remained intact, growing stronger as time passed, no matter what delays might exist along the arduous road. And he was sure that he did not want anyone else, only with him the journey of life would be bearable and happy.
"I love you." He whispered against her lips, smiling between these "I love you too much, Koo."
His heart wouldn't stop beating for him. And with the two bodies together, he knew it was exactly the same for JiMin.
"I love you too, like you have no idea, JiMinie."
His eyes wouldn't stop looking at him.
His soul wouldn't stop choosing him.
"You make me love you with the same degree of madness that a teenager would, so please don't disappoint me."