The thing about rooming on tour, Jungkook has found, is that they goof around after shows (before the bone-deep exhaustion kicks in, anyway), rarely staying in their assigned hotel rooms. So when Jungkook slowly wakes from a deep sleep he isn't thinking about where he is, still in that hazy place between asleep and awake where he doesn't register much beyond a soft pillow under his cheek.
His thoughts are all fuzzy around the edges, details of his dream already slipping away, but Jungkook remembers enough. Remembers heat and skin and an aching pleasure that felt too real, too good to let in the guilt he would feel if he was fully awake. He tries to hold onto the memory of plush lips and a lean body smaller than his own, naked and wanting and forbidden and so hot.
Jungkook moans where his face is buried in his pillow, the sound low and needy even to his own ears, and he lets his hips rub into the bed, chases the pressure for his throbbing hard-on where it strains in his boxers.
Distantly, he knows he should stop — fate saved him from the humiliation of a wet dream and ruining a pair of underwear while on tour isn't in his best interests — but it's not until he hears an amused hum next to him that Jungkook's hips still, head jerking up and eyes blinking open to meet Taehyung's sleepy gaze.
"Good morning?" Taehyung says pleasantly enough, voice even deeper like it always is when he first wakes up, and Jungkook feels his face start to burn from embarrassment. He squeezes his eyes shut, forces his hips to be still where they just want to grind down against the mattress some more. How could he forget Taehyung crashed in his hotel room last night after a couple hours of Overwatch? Sharing a bed with Taehyung isn't anything new, really, but usually Jungkook doesn't wake up next to him with the burning need to get off.
"Hyung," he whines, burying his face back in the pillow, and Taehyung's laugh is a warm, deep rumble of a noise, his long fingers sinking into the hair at the back of Jungkook's neck. Jungkook shivers at the touch, hates how it sparks more heat low in his belly, even through the shame he feels at being caught. "How long have you been—"
"Mm, since I heard you moaning Jiminie's name in your sleep."
Jungkook groans, face still hidden and his traitor cock giving a twitch at the reminder of just who his dream was about.
"I wish I was dead."
"Aww, Jungkookie," Taehyung coos, rolling over until he's lying closer to Jungkook, pressed up against his side, and that's— Jungkook can't bring himself to push Taehyung away, but he's still hard, and it's definitely at least a little weird to have Taehyung so close right now. "Your secret's safe with me. You think we haven't all had dirty dreams about Chim Chim? Namjoon-hyung couldn't look him in the eye for a week when we were filming for War of Hormone."
"Tae." Jungkook really doesn't need to be thinking about Jimin getting spanked in those red pants right now. Or ever. He probably shouldn't think about that ever. "You really won't tell, right?"
Taehyung winks, giving Jungkook's hip a pat before sliding out of bed, and Jungkook furrows his eyebrows at the non-answer. "Tae, c'mon—"
"That's 'hyung' to you, punk," Taehyung says without any trace of meaning it, stretching before walking around the bed. Jungkook watches him head to the bathroom. "I'm going to go shower now, and since you probably won't join me—"
"No," Jungkook says quickly.
"—then do us both a favor and take care of your, ah, little problem before I'm done? It's like 4 a.m. and I don't want to go back to my room, but I also don't want your boner poking me while I'm trying to sleep."
Jungkook grabs a pillow and launches it at Taehyung but he dodges it, laughing as he steps into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, the water starting up almost immediately.
Groaning, Jungkook flops over onto his back, determined to calm down from sheer willpower so he doesn't have to do... that with Taehyung just on the other side of the wall.
Twenty-three seconds later, Jungkook is giving up and sliding a hand down into his boxers with a sigh, gripping himself and shuddering at the touch. Heat pools in his belly like it never left, the pleasurable urgency making Jungkook tilt his head back, hips rising to meet his hand.
It's over embarrassingly fast. Jungkook shoves his boxers down to his thighs as an afterthought and licks his hand, squeezes his eyes shut, tries to think about anything but Jimin. But thinking about girls always makes him feel a little uncomfortable and disrespectful, and any boy he thinks about always ends up having full lips and fluffy hair he wants to sink his fingers into, strong thighs and calves and small hands and the sweetest smile—
Jungkook comes with a soft gasp, spilling over his fist, working himself through it and panting as his body shivers through the aftershocks. He can already feel the guilt, though, slowly starting to seep in where the desperate heat was before.
"Fuck," Jungkook says out loud, in English, to the empty room as come starts to dry on his stomach.
Kim Taehyung is a good friend.
He takes a longer shower than he normally would, and even stays in the bathroom to blow-dry his hair. Jungkook is tempted to yell that it's okay for him to come back in the room but thinks better of it when he realizes how embarrassingly fast he came.
Taehyung struts into the room with a cloud of steam, hair fluffy and eyes heavy-lidded, and doesn't even comment on the fact the room smells like Jungkook sprayed his favorite perfume to hide the smell of sex. He just waits for Jungkook to get back from quickly washing his hands, pokes his leg and says, "Feeling better now?" with a knowing smile. Jungkook nods sheepishly, crawling back into bed.
Taehyung throws his arm around Jungkook's chest like he usually does, cuddles close enough that the familiar warmth and clean smell of him so close has Jungkook drifting off to sleep again.
"Five more minutes," Jungkook mumbles groggily, just barely registering the hand trying to shake him awake through the thick cloud of sleep that hangs over his head. He pulls the blankets tighter around himself with a sleepy groan. He doesn't remember taking his shirt off, but it wouldn't be the first time he's shed clothes in his sleep, and now that he's in just his boxers the cool air of the hotel room is harsh and unforgiving. All Jungkook wants is to spend the morning as a warm, sleepy lump, but—
"Jungkook-ah," a voice too soft to be Taehyung's whispers, close enough to his ear to give him goosebumps, and then there's the heavy weight of someone climbing on top of him. Jungkook groans again, head retreating under the covers, but the weight shifts and the voice turns sing-song. "Jeon Jungkookie."
Jungkook realizes who's on top of him and is suddenly, inexplicably flustered.
There's nothing even remotely unusual about Jimin trying to wake him up, thighs bracketing Jungkook's hips and body pressed all snug to Jungkook's through the blankets, but the explicit details of his dream still linger in his mind and Jungkook hates that he can feel his face heating up from the memory.
"Alright, I'm up, I'm up," Jungkook says, rolling over onto his back, and Jimin rolls a little with him, until he's on his side with his legs still thrown over Jungkook, smiling widely with swollen eyes and messy hair and his shirt rucked up just enough to show a sliver of belly.
Jungkook swallows, realizes a second too late he's staring.
"Taehyungie sent me to wake you up. Said you needed the extra sleep because you had a troublesome dream last night...?"
Jimin trails off and Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, praying that Jimin doesn't notice how red his face is and that Taehyung didn't elaborate any more than that, the traitor. "I'm—I'm fine, hyung."
Jimin huffs out a laugh, punching Jungkook lightly in the shoulder with his tiny fist before rolling back on top of him, peering down at him with smiling eyes that have gone a little soft with genuine concern. The sight makes Jungkook's heart clench. "I'm not sure about that. You're calling me hyung like a good dongsaeng, are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?"
"Ah, leave me alone," Jungkook grunts, trying to buck Jimin off and ignoring his annoyingly sweet laugh, the way his shorts ride up his muscled thighs and the way he leans down to smack a loud kiss to Jungkook's bare shoulder.
Jungkook thinks maybe Jimin is expecting him to wrestle, to grab at Jimin and pin him down like he normally would, just for the fun of it, just because he's strong enough now that he can. But the thought of having Jimin underneath him on the bed right now makes Jungkook's pulse race, body flushing too warm just thinking about it. So he lies still, turns his head to the side when Jimin raises his eyebrows at him, and finally he feels Jimin climb off the bed.
"Alright, well, don't fall back asleep," Jimin says as he leaves the room, and as soon as the door closes Jungkook throws his head back and groans, pretends not to notice how his shoulder still tingles where Jimin's lips touched it.
"Do you think Jungkook's been avoiding me today?" Jimin asks, watching as Jungkook and Hoseok whisper with each other on the other side of the room, Jungkook occasionally throwing his head back and laughing. Jimin tries to ignore the little curl of jealousy. He's not that petty, he's just... confused.
Taehyung is sprawled across Jimin's lap on one of the green room couches and he finally glances away from his phone, humming thoughtfully. "Maybe. He probably just thinks you smell bad or something."
"Yah, you're no help," Jimin complains, pinching Taehyung's arm just to hear him yelp. "He wouldn't play with me this morning and ignored me in the car. He would tell me if I did something wrong, wouldn’t he?" Jimin can't help but worry — it's just in his nature, the same way he always looks out for the others even though they don't ask him to. He's fine with the idea of Jungkook coming to him when he's ready, but Jimin just wishes he knew what he did in the first place.
"Don't take it personally," Taehyung says, and he's giving Jimin a soft look like he finally realizes how much this is bothering his friend. "He loves you, Jimin-ah. He's just, ah, going through some puberty stuff."
"But he's twenty," Jimin says slowly, groaning when Taehyung's serious expression is gone and he's just raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Jungkook finally looks up at the commotion of Jimin pushing Taehyung off his lap, and their eyes meet for a moment, Jungkook's going wide before he's up out of his chair, rushing out of the room.
Jimin huffs. This is getting ridiculous.
Jungkook is hiding in a closet.
Things have definitely gotten ridiculous.
Jungkook's not exactly a stranger to the concept of crushes or wet dreams (he went through his teen years surrounded by attractive older boys, and okay, yeah, Jungkook might not be one-hundred percent straight) but with Jimin it's just... different. It's not just physical attraction or embarrassment or something he can easily shake off. It's been hours and the urge to kiss Jimin's plump lips every time he pouts hasn't disappeared, nor has the warm fluttering in Jungkook's stomach whenever Jimin says his name or runs his fingers through his hair or even just smiles.
So Jungkook is doing the mature thing and hiding in a closet for the remaining half hour they have before they have to start getting ready for tonight's show.
The closet thing isn't actually that bad, since Jungkook at least has his phone to keep him company, but after a few minutes the door is yanked open and suddenly Jimin is right there, eyes narrowed, looking annoyed and confused and... so hot, god, Jungkook is doomed.
"Hi," Jungkook says with a nervous smile, and Jimin crowds into Jungkook's space, closing the door most of the way behind him.
The closet isn't huge, but there's enough room for a couple of people to stand comfortably amidst boxes and stage equipment, so Jungkook isn't sure why Jimin is so close that Jungkook can smell the floral cologne he wears, can see a little red spot on Jimin's cheek that will probably be a pimple tomorrow. His heart clenches with a swell of unexpected fondness.
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin says, and Jungkook catches the flash of insecurity over Jimin's face when he continues, "what did I do to upset you? You've been avoiding me all day."
Jungkook bites back a whine. "No, no, it's nothing— you didn't do anything. I just, um. Had a bad dream."
Jimin doesn't seem pleased with that answer. "Blowing me off all day and then hiding from me because of a dream? That's not like you. Taehyung said it was a puberty thing but there's no reason... for you..." Jimin trails off, eyebrows scrunching. Jungkook's stomach drops. "Wait. You had a dream about me?"
"Who?" Jungkook says, a little hysterically. "What."
"You had a dream about me. You— Jeon Jungkook did you have a bad dream about me?" Jimin looks absolutely delighted now and Jungkook can feel the mortification setting in, face heating up unpleasantly. How did Jimin figure it out so fast? And where was Taehyung so Jungkook could murder him?
"Jungkook-ah." Now Jimin says it in a lower voice, lips turned up in a smirk, and Jungkook feels so trapped, emotionally and also definitely physically. "Tell hyung what you dreamed about."
"Fuck no," Jungkook replies quickly, heart skipping a beat at Jimin's squeaky laugh in response. "It's not funny!"
"Ah, but you're so cute when you're embarrassed," Jimin says with a fondness so genuine it doesn't feel like he's being made fun of. Jimin reaches up to pet over Jungkook's neck, and Jungkook's eyes flutter shut at the touch. "I'm flattered. Was I sucking your dick in the dream? Taehyungie had a dream like that once."
Jungkook's face just gets hotter. "No, it's not— you don't get it," he whines, and if anything, the patient look Jimin gives him just frustrates him more. "It wasn't just the dream!"
"Then tell me what's wrong. I won't laugh anymore, I just—"
"I—I think I like you, maybe," Jungkook blurts out. His voice cracks. His palms start to sweat.
"Oh," Jimin says softly, and Jungkook braces himself for— something, maybe awkward laughter, or some kind of confused, disgusted response, but all he gets is Jimin stepping forward and circling his arms around him, hugging Jungkook's stiff body close. He must be on tiptoe when he whispers next to Jungkook's ear, "I'm sorry, I didn't think... But really? For how long?"
"I don't know, a while?" Jungkook whines, lets himself feel a little pathetic and a lot comforted by Jimin holding him, short fingers playing with the hair at the back of his head. "I just— I thought it was normal to like your smile a lot and want to hold your hand and kiss you sometimes, but then I realized I was only ever picturing you whenever I, um, had alone time, too. Fuck, that sounds stupid, ignore me—"
"Alone time," Jimin repeats with a giggle, pulling back just enough to cup Jungkook's face. His hands are small and soft and Jungkook can't stop staring at the warm look in Jimin's eyes, mesmerized by the affection he finds there. "So cute. You want to date me, Jungkook-ah?"
"I guess," Jungkook says miserably, and Jimin laughs again, slapping his chest.
"Yah, don't sound so unhappy about it!"
"But you're my hyung."
Jimin bites at his lip, and for the first time since he found Jungkook he's the one looking shy, cheeks glowing pink. "And you're my dongsaeng, but I've still thought about you as more than a brother." At Jungkook's raised eyebrows, he adds, "Ah, you know how handsome you are, don't be so smug. But I've wondered about it, about being with you... So who's the bigger pervert here, hm?"
"Definitely you," Jungkook says, and he gets another slap, finally letting himself smile at Jimin's reaction. "So you'd really let me..." He trails off, and Jimin's gaze gets a little heavy, a little dangerous. He steps closer.
"Anything you want, Kook-ah."
"I—I was going to say date you. You'd really let me date you. Um."
Jimin smiles. "That too. So is that something you'd want?"
"Well— yeah, if that's something that we can— then yeah," Jungkook replies, fidgeting nervously before he asks, "You're really not playing a prank on me right now?"
Jimin purses his lips in thought and then he's reaching back up to slide a hand around the back of Jungkook's neck, pulling him closer. He braces his other hand on Jungkook's chest, and Jungkook huffs out a whine because Jimin must be able to feel how fast his heart is racing under his palm, now. "Does this feel like a prank?" Jimin asks in a low voice, glancing down at Jungkook's lips in warning before leaning up and pressing their mouths together.
The touch is so soft that Jungkook is afraid to move, not trusting his slightly panicked brain or his minimal kissing experience to do this right. But Jimin just hums, tilts his head and parts his thick lips around Jungkook's, kissing deeper, and... oh. Heat twists in Jungkook's stomach. He lets himself kiss back, now, hands finding Jimin's hips instead of hanging at his sides, and his heart definitely skips a beat when Jimin starts smiling against his lips.
"Does that answer your question?" Jimin asks, voice a little rougher than before, breath warm over Jungkook's face. Jungkook desperately wants to look at Jimin's lips but part of him is afraid to open his eyes.
"Now I just think I hit my head and passed out and I'm going to die alone in this closet."
Jimin laughs, and this time the touch of his lips is firm, purposeful, now that they know what they're doing.
Jungkook squeezes a little at Jimin's hips, lets his lips part for the deeper kisses and shivers at the first touch of their tongues brushing together. Jimin kisses kind of dirty, wet and hot and forceful, and a moan is bubbling up in Jungkook's throat when the closet door slams open a second time, both of them suddenly bathed in the harsh hallway lighting.
"Oh, gross," Taehyung says with a wide smile, turning to yell down the hall, "I found them!"
Jungkook and Jimin pull away from each other quickly, both panting, both very red. Jungkook makes the mistake of looking at Jimin's slick, kiss-swollen lips and he covers his face with his hands, groaning.
"We're needed in makeup now, you know, for that concert we have," Taehyung says, still way too happy about this whole situation. "So if you two are ready to come out of the closet—"
"Aish, I knew he'd make that joke," Jimin groans, reaching out to push at Taehyung's chest. "I still know all of your secrets, Kim Taehyung, so watch what you—"
Namjoon is walking down the hall towards them, eyebrows furrowed. "Is that... a closet? Were you both in a closet this whole time?"
Taehyung starts snickering and Jimin makes a show out of dragging him down the hall, leaving a still-stunned Jungkook with a confused Namjoon.
"No one was kissing anyone," Jungkook blurts out, quickly making his way back down the hall before Namjoon can ask any questions.
Surprisingly, they get away with it.
Well... kind of.
They get scolded by the makeup noonas for showing up late, and Namjoon gives them a few more suspicious looks than usual, but Taehyung doesn't tell anyone else. Not that Jimin really thought he would in the first place. If anything, Jungkook's guilty, flustered look every time he makes eye contact with Jimin would give them away, but it's so cute Jimin can't be annoyed at him for it.
He knows he isn't Jungkook's first kiss, but he also knows Jungkook hasn't done much beyond that. Jimin's almost embarrassed by how much the thought excites him, how he wants to see what else he can do to make Jungkook flustered. There's a sweetness to the way he reacts to Jimin's touches now, the looks he gives Jimin as they're rushing around backstage. They have a moment to catch their breath and Jungkook finds Jimin and hugs him from behind, lips pressing the gentlest of kisses to the side of Jimin's neck. It leaves him tingling warm and breathless.
They don't really get another moment alone until later that night, but that's okay. Everyone's bouncing between the giddy restlessness after a show and bone-deep exhaustion, talking and laughing loudly, and Jimin is drawn to that energy. He doesn't want to break away from the group just yet, but he does settle himself down on Jungkook's lap for a quiet moment before they leave the venue, and he pulls Jungkook into the backseat of the car with him when they leave, cuddling up to his arm.
Jungkook must be exhausted, the same as everyone else, but he looks happy. He keeps sneaking Jimin soft, shy smiles that fill Jimin's chest with— something. Soft, and glowing, and happy too.
It's cheesy, this thing they've started now. But Jimin likes it.
Later that night, after they've all eaten dinner and washed up, Jungkook and Taehyung show up at Jimin's door with snacks, and it only takes a minute for Taehyung to bring it up.
"Are you two dating now, then? Or just..." He trails off, making a rude hand gesture, and Jimin laughs and reaches out to smack his leg.
"Dating. Right, Kookie?"
Jungkook's cheeks are already a little pink, but he nods, smiling a giddy kind of smile that makes Jimin's chest warm all over again.
"I mean, hopefully both, eventually," Jungkook adds, and Jimin starts laughing, falling over while Taehyung pretends to be grossed out.
Jimin isn't having it. "Taehyung-ah! You've admitted you would have sex with us both, don't think I've forgotten—"
"That's different, at least I'm involved in that scenario—"
Jimin grins, climbing into a surprised Jungkook's lap, settling over his thighs and shooting a look over to Taehyung. "Do you want to be involved?" he asks in a joking tone of voice.
Jungkook's hands find Jimin's waist almost immediately, squeezing, and Jimin swallows back a startled noise at the touch, at how tight Jungkook is holding him. Maybe he's been underestimating the maknae this whole time.
Taehyung pretends to think it over. "Well, if you really want me to—"
"We don't," Jungkook interrupts, and Jimin realizes with a happy jolt that he knows that tone. That's Jungkook's I'm not sharing tone.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, reaching out to brush his fingers playfully under Jungkook's chin before getting up and heading to the door. "Well, when you realize how boring things are without me and change your mind, you know where to find me," he says with a dramatic wave, leaving them alone in Jimin's room.
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow as soon as the door closes. "Is he serious? I can never tell if he's serious."
"Eh, that's not important," Jimin says with a soft smile. Truthfully, Taehyung could be a little serious, but that's an issue for another day. "Right now I'm all yours, and you still haven't told me what your dream was about."
"Oh, um." Suddenly shy Jungkook is back, doe eyes wide and bunny teeth worrying at his lip, fingers playing nervously with the hem of Jimin's shirt. Part of Jimin wishes Jungkook would just slide his hands underneath and touch bare skin, already. "It wasn't that explicit? We were just... no clothes."
"We were no clothes?" Jimin echoes, teasing.
"Naked. We were naked, okay? Ah, words are dumb."
Jimin laughs, watching Jungkook's lips part a little as he stares. Has he always looked at Jimin like that? It makes him want to shiver, being held and wanted so openly by someone he wants just as much.
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin says, shifting over Jungkook's lap, close enough he can wrap his arms around his shoulders. It never ceases to amaze him how broad Jungkook has gotten over the years, so different from the boy he was when they first met. "Tell me more."
"How about I just... show you," Jungkook finishes lamely, visibly cringing at his own words, and Jimin is mid-laugh when Jungkook is suddenly grabbing him and flipping their positions, Jimin's back hitting the mattress while he stares up at Jungkook in surprise.
"Yah, why did it feel like you've practiced that?" Jimin asks, but all he gets in response is a mischievous smile — too handsome for his own good, it's hard to stay annoyed at him — and then Jungkook is leaning down, pressing his lips to Jimin's.
The kiss is a little off-center in its eagerness at first, but Jungkook tilts his head when he parts his lips around Jimin's and then it's just... good. Really good. Jimin would think he's practiced this too, with how well he knows what to do, trading deep, sucking kisses and letting some of his weight press Jimin into the bed.
Jimin flushes at how quickly it turns him on, stomach twisting hotly as they kiss. He feels the slick touch of Jungkook's tongue against his own and moans, a weak little ah, short fingers threading into Jungkook's hair to keep his mouth close.
"Jimin," Jungkook breathes out between kisses, voice low and rough, and even that makes Jimin's stomach clench with arousal. He kisses harder, messy, trying to pull Jungkook fully on top of him until he can feel all the hard lines of Jungkook's body against his own. "Hyung," Jungkook tries again, and this time it comes out more of a whine. "Do you want to—"
"Yes," Jimin gasps.
Jungkook pulls away, huffs out a warm laugh against Jimin's cheek. "You didn't even let me finish."
"I want— like this," Jimin says, sliding a hand down Jungkook's back, pressing down at the small of his back to push their hips together. Jungkook's quiet, breathless "fuck" is one of the hottest sounds Jimin's ever heard. "Is that too much? Tell hyung if this is going too fast."
Jungkook shakes his head, gives Jimin a sweet smile that almost looks dangerous, paired with the heat in his eyes. "No, no, I want that too. Can we, ah, get undressed first?"
"Oh, yeah, 'course."
Jungkook moves off of Jimin and starts to pull off his shirt, and any protest about how it would be hotter to undress each other gets lost in Jimin's throat.
He sees Jungkook shirtless all the time. He knows the kid has muscles, but seeing his broad shoulders and chest, the thick muscle in his arms, the definition in his abdomen as he's hunched next to the bed... It's like seeing him shirtless for the first time, the way Jimin's struck by how attractive Jungkook is. He wants to touch, heat burning under his skin with the knowledge that he can, now.
"Don't just lie there, lazy," Jungkook says in a bratty voice, but Jimin can't even be annoyed, because Jungkook's wiggling out of his shorts and underwear, and then he's just. Naked. Powerful thighs and sharp hip bones and, oh. Glimpses of his bare cock over the years haven't done it justice at all, apparently.
Jimin licks his lips as he stares, and Jungkook catches the movement, eyes going wide and hands moving to belatedly cover himself.
Even Jimin can admit his laugh is more of a nervous giggle. "I've already seen! What are you—"
"You're making it shy, stop staring," Jungkook complains.
Jimin throws his head back, giggling even harder now, even when Jungkook finally moves back to the bed and starts yanking at Jimin's shorts, pushes his shirt up his chest and then tugs until Jimin lifts his arms to help Jungkook get it off.
Jungkook helping him undress isn't as sexy as he imagined — leave it to Jungkook to be weird and playful about that as well and ruin Jimin's guilty, sensual fantasies — but he makes up for it with his stare when Jimin is naked and leaning back on his elbows, letting Jungkook look, toes curling nervously into the bedspread. He lifts a hand to run his fingers through his hair and Jungkook makes a strangled noise in his throat.
It's hard to take his eyes away from Jungkook. He looks older like this, somehow, now that his expression has gone serious. He looks... well, he looks dangerous, like he wants to devour Jimin, actually. The thought gives him goosebumps. Gone is the shy boy trying to hide his half-hard cock and in his place is a dark stare, eyes still wide and round enough to be cute, but the way he crawls towards Jimin on the bed with purpose is almost predatory. Muscle shifts under smooth skin, lips parting in awe once he's straddling Jimin and they can both feel how much bigger Jungkook is, broader and taller. Maybe that shouldn't turn Jimin on, but god, it does.
"You're so hot," Jungkook breathes out, like he's seeing Jimin's lean body for the first time as well. Jimin flushes at the unexpected praise, heat rushing into his belly. It's not like Jungkook to say something like that without meaning it. Jimin's tongue darts out to nervously wet his lips, and he knows Jungkook is staring at his mouth again as he does it.
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin says in a low voice, reaching up to squeeze at Jungkook's bicep. Jungkook glances down at Jimin's hand, throat bobbing as he swallows. "Look at you. When did our maknae get this big?"
Something flashes in Jungkook's eyes — something dark, heated, and maybe a little bit annoyed, to Jimin's delight — and when he forgoes answering to lean down and kiss Jimin instead, Jimin inhales sharply, lips parting under Jungkook's searching mouth.
Jungkook leaning closer brings their bodies closer and— oh, oh. Jungkook's cock feels so good skimming across Jimin's belly, so close to his own. Arousal jolts through him, body flushing hot with it, and Jimin moans softly against Jungkook's lips.
"Kissing you feels so good," Jungkook gasps, tucking his face into the side of Jimin's neck and huffing out a warm, shaky breath. Jimin feels bold, slides his hands down Jungkook's muscled back and grabs at his ass, bringing his hips closer.
There's a sharp sting in his shoulder and Jimin laughs, suddenly, overwhelmed and torn between scolding Jungkook for biting him and asking him to do it again, surprised at how good it felt. "Yah! Did you just bite me?"
"Jimin—" Jungkook cuts off when Jimin's fingers dig into the muscle of his ass, mouth still open over the skin of Jimin's shoulder. He sounds desperate, unsteady. Jimin's eyebrows furrow.
"Hey, hey, Jungkook-ah. Is this still okay? Just tell me if—"
"Don't wanna stop," Jungkook says, moving his hips without Jimin guiding him now, cock rubbing against the length of Jimin's. Jimin moans, holds onto Jungkook's back and rocks his own hips up, seeking more friction, pleasure jolting down his spine. It's not the tight kind of stimulation he's used to when he gets off, but it's good, overwhelmingly different to feel arousal building while Jungkook is on top of him, making sweet little gasping noises and working his hips a little too well.
Their skin is hot where their bodies are pressed together and when Jungkook mumbles, "Glad we're doing this in your bed, I—I don't want my sheets to get sweaty," Jimin throws his head back and laughs, even as Jungkook's cock slips against his, drags along the length of it in a way that makes him ache.
"Such an asshole, even now," Jimin mutters, but his face is scrunched up with a smile when he says it, and seeing Jungkook's beautiful smile above him is worth the break in the tension. "It's a good thing you're so hot, at least. Mm, can you come like this, just from, ah, rubbing?"
Jungkook huffs out a shaky laugh. "Honestly, I... could probably come just from you breathing on it." Jimin giggles, slapping Jungkook's arm, pretending he doesn't feel a little surge of heat at the thought of his mouth near Jungkook's dick. "But this is good. Can I— harder?"
"Yeah, of course, don't ask, just—" Jimin cuts off when Jungkook shoves his hips down, not holding himself up as much so his body is pressing Jimin's into the bed, heavy and hot on top of his in a dirty, satisfying way.
"God, you're so good with your hips," Jimin says, dazed, chasing the growing heat each time their cocks press together, slick with their pre-come. Jungkook lifts his head from its hiding spot against Jimin's neck and they're kissing again, messy but perfect, Jimin tangling his short fingers into the hair at the back of Jungkook's head to keep his mouth where he wants it. "Like that," Jimin gasps softly, arching his hips when Jungkook's cock slides just right where it's trapped against Jimin's between their bellies. "Feels so good, Kookie, you're— so good."
Jimin's only vaguely aware of what he's saying now but the words seem to spur Jungkook on, hips grinding with purpose and mouth open at the side of Jimin's neck, panting, trailing wet kisses. He sucks at Jimin's earlobe, lips skimming hot over the shell of his ear, and Jimin gasps in surprise at the shiver of pleasure that rushes through him, his hips bucking.
"Fuck," Jungkook swears when Jimin grabs at his back, nails digging into the skin, holding on as his body strains for release. The heat is coiled up so tightly in his belly, it's not going to take much for him to come.
"That's it, that's it, oh—" Jimin gasps, and he's surprised when Jungkook is the first one to come, groaning low into Jimin's neck as he spills between them, wet over Jimin's belly and his throbbing cock.
Jungkook's hips stutter, moaning softly with each exhale as he rides out his orgasm. He sounds sinful, looks gorgeous with his face scrunched up and mouth open in pleasure, and Jimin whines out loud when Jungkook goes still on top of him.
"Jimin-ah," Jungkook says after a moment, voice low and raspy, lips brushing Jimin's in a way that has Jimin aching to be kissed some more, "can I touch you?"
"Yes, yes, fucking— please—" Jimin babbles, and Jungkook's mouth is on his, hand reaching between them so his fingers can circle around Jimin's cock, squeezing, giving him fast strokes that slide so easily because of Jungkook's come.
Pleasure builds fast from the attention to his cock, the clumsy eagerness with which Jungkook touches him, and seconds later Jimin's whole body is tensing, lips parting under Jungkook's just so he can cry out when he starts to come.
It's so intense it's dizzying, the way pleasure washes hot through his whole body, the way Jungkook works him through it with gentle kisses all over Jimin's face. He gasps out to catch his breath, head tilted back and body trembling through the aftershocks. He can't believe they just did that. He can't believe they didn't do that sooner.
"So hot, hyung, fuck, wish I could—" Jungkook is muttering and Jimin flushes from the praise, from what a mess he is with both of their come drying on his stomach. "Want to see you ride my thigh, next time."
Jimin smiles, giving in to the giddiness, the warm glow he feels post-orgasm. "Or maybe I'll ride your dick."
Jungkook collapses onto the bed next to Jimin and screams into a pillow. Jimin bursts into laughter.
They clean up (which takes a good half hour because neither of them can keep their hands to themselves, and it results in Jungkook lifting Jimin onto the bathroom counter just to kiss him some more) and then crash in Jungkook's hotel room once they're dressed, because he may or may not be hoarding a mountain of snacks and they're both hungry again.
Jungkook can't stop staring at Jimin. They're both eating cup noodles and Jimin is laughing at a video he's watching on his phone and Jungkook just... stares.
Jimin's hair is soft and fluffy, falling over his forehead after all the times he's run his fingers through it, and his cheeks are still a little pink like the sex flush hasn't faded from them completely. He has a beauty mark on his collarbone that Jungkook wants to kiss, and his shorts ride up enough to make Jungkook's fingers twitch with the urge to grab his thighs.
He's beautiful, and happy, and he finally glances up from slurping noodles to catch Jungkook staring at him.
"What?" Jimin asks with a small smile after he swallows his food. "Is there something on my face?"
"No, just—" Jungkook shakes his head, feels his ears get warm from embarrassment when he says, "Just hurry up, I wanna kiss you."
Jimin's eyes scrunch up with his smile, a startled laugh leaving his mouth, and Jungkook could explode with how fond he feels. Distantly, he realizes it's not that different from how Jimin's smile made him feel before. There's a possibility he's kind of an idiot for not figuring out his feelings sooner.
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin says after he sets his food down, voice low and teasing, "are you already that addicted to kissing me—"
"Yes," Jungkook interrupts, and he's leaning across the bed and cupping Jimin's face in his hands, bringing their lips together, kissing him firmly. Jimin melts into the kiss, lips curving up in a smile and nose skimming across Jungkook's cheek before he starts to kiss back, arms sliding around Jungkook's waist.
There's a swoop low in Jungkook's belly, all warmth and happiness, amazement even now at how good it feels just to be kissing Jimin. There's a heat to it, of course, the slow stirring of arousal from the intimate way their lips move together, but it's comforting, too. Familiar, even though it shouldn't be. Jungkook wonders, again, just how long he's been in love with Jimin.
"You're thinking too much, baby," Jimin says with a softness Jungkook's used to hearing, only normally Jimin uses that gentle voice when he's trying to get a sleepy Jungkook to bed in the dorm. "Let's clean up and then go to sleep, okay?"
Jungkook nods, reluctantly pulling away to help Jimin clean up their wrappers and food containers. He waits until Jimin's plugging in his phone next to the bed to come up behind him, arms wrapping around him, tucking his chin over Jimin's shoulder. He hides a grin in the back of Jimin's shirt when he leans some of his weight back into Jungkook's arms.
"Jimin-ah—" Jungkook gets an elbow to the stomach and wheezes a little, continuing, "Jimin-hyung, we'll... we'll still be okay in the morning, right?"
There's a pause and then Jimin turns around in Jungkook's arms, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "What do you mean?"
Jungkook suddenly wants to hide from the concern in Jimin's gaze, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling as he tries to put the knot in his chest into words. "Like... it won't be too awkward, or you won't change your mind? It's— What we did, it's—"
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin says softly, reaching up to cup the side of his face. "Yah, look at me."
Jungkook reluctantly does. Jimin's eyes are bright, so warm that Jungkook can't help but melt a little at the affection and reassurance he finds there. He envies the way Jimin can be so sure, can show how he feels, like his heart is shining in his eyes. Not that he thinks it's easy for his hyung, but when Jimin loves, his whole face softens with the emotion. It's always hard to look at Jimin and not melt just a little bit, really.
"I can't pretend I know how to do this, but I know that I like you a lot. I care about you, Kookie. It's not just physical, not for me, and I don't even know if I can turn off what I've felt for you for the past couple of years. So... yes, we'll be okay. Not much has to change, you know? We're still Jimin and Jungkook. Just..."
"The 19+ version?" Jungkook finishes for him. It gets the reaction he was hoping for — Jimin throws his head back and laughs, smacking a hand on Jungkook's chest.
"Ah, sure, fine. But don't worry." Jimin reaches back up to cup Jungkook's face between both his palms, squishing his cheeks a little. "Hey, Jungkook-ah. Don't worry, okay?" he says in English, and Jungkook smiles, pushes Jimin's hands away and leans down to kiss him again. And again.
"You really are addicted," Jimin murmurs against Jungkook's lips before dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. Jungkook shivers, already breathing hard when he pulls back.
"Can you blame me? Have— god, have you seen your mouth?"
Jimin laughs brightly, and Jungkook lowers him to the bed, kissing until their lips are swollen and their eyes are drooping, hearts warm and full.
Jungkook knows he'll probably wake up too hot, with drool at the corner of his mouth and at least one of his arms asleep. But right now being cuddled up with Jimin is the only place he wants to be.