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I Could Show You Incredible Things

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"Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things; magic, madness, heaven, sin.
Saw you there and I thought, "Oh, my God, look at that face.
You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?" 

 

The way Jimin felt on the dance floor was unlike any other feeling. 

It could be a stage, a club, or his living room. It was cliché, but when he was dancing, he felt free. He felt like his body was doing what it was meant to do, what it had been created to do. Life was fluid and beautiful when he was dancing, no matter the place, no matter the song. When he felt the music in his soul, it came so naturally that Jimin felt like part of the melody itself. 

This was his space, his state of mind, the first time that he saw Jeon Jungkook. 

Jimin had spotted potential flames on the dance floor before. He was only 22. He wasn't above hookups when he needed them, and tonight was a night he needed one. He was feeling himself, but he needed someone else to feel him too.

Jungkook was dancing (if you could call it that) with some friends across the floor. He had a drink in one hand, awkwardly shaking his hips to the beat. He cast his eyes this way and that, clearly unsure of himself, though he was stunning. He was dressed simply in an all-black suit, collar unbuttoned, silver earrings and rings.

Jungkook looked handsome and sexy and completely uncomfortable. Jimin thought he'd take pity on him. The dance floor was his space, and he could show Jungkook how to survive in it.

"Hey, you look lost," Jimin began, flashing Jungkook a grin and taking his hand. 

"Is it that obvious?" The man returned easily. He put down his drink, threaded their fingers together at once and twirled Jimin like they were in a ballroom. "I'm not a big dancer. But you look like you are."

He was already checking Jimin out, head to toe. Jimin smirked. Usually it took him a bit longer to draw in his victim. The mouse to his ever-prowling cat. 

"Is it that obvious?" Jimin replied with a wink. 

"Tell me your name." It was the first of orders that Jungkook would give the smaller boy.

"Jimin."

"Jimin. I'm Jungkook. Dance with me." 

Jungkook flashed Jimin a smile, pulling Jimin forward and putting Jimin's hands on his waist, and Jimin felt like he was winning and losing at the same time. Jimin noticed then that Jungkook's black undershirt was sheer. He could see his abs, chest, his whole upper body through the shirt. Jimin liked what he saw, so he licked his lips and moved his hands up over Jungkook's chest. 

They danced this way for a while. Jimin turned and grinded up against Jungkook. Jungkook pulled him impossibly close by the hips and moved them both to the beat. Jungkook's hands were large and strong. Jimin felt petite and flexible in his arms, which was something he adored feeling with a partner - on the dance floor and in the bedroom. This boded well for later tonight. The plans  had materialized the second he had spotted Jungkook. 

"Let's get a drink!" Jimin yelled over the music, leading Jungkook to the bar. 

They ordered and received their drinks, Jimin peering at his prospect over the rim of his cup as he sipped. 

"Come with me outside," Jungkook said in Jimin's ear. "It's quieter on the patio."

The two escaped the loud music, going outside to the sheltered patio where several smokers milled about and drank. Jimin sat on the edge of a cement planter, and Jungkook stood across from him, leaning against the glass patio wall.

"So, what do you do, Jimin?"

"I dance. Or try to. You?"

"I'm interning at a software company."

"Ah. So you're a computer nerd. Explains the lack of dance skills."

"Hey! Not a nerd. And I'll have you know that what I lack on the dance floor, I make up for physically in other ways." Jungkook sipped his neat whiskey with a raised eyebrow.

Jimin pointedly examined Jungkook's sculpted chest and abdomen. "It appears that way. Might have to take you for a test drive later and see what you can do."

"We'll see who's in the driver's seat." Jungkook downed his drink. 

"Are you in a hurry to get drunk?" Jimin asked.

"Of course not. Can't be drunk for what I'm planning on doing with you later. That was my last one. If you want to get the most out of me, I suggest you follow suit."

Jungkook smirked and went back into the crowded bar, leaving Jimin more speechless than he was accustomed to being. He wasn't sure which one of them was the cat and which was the mouse anymore.

Jimin returned to his friends to bide his time when he noticed that Jungkook had done the same. 

"Who's that hunk?" Taehyung elbowed Jimin in the ribs. Ever the loyal wingman, Taehyung always helped Jimin catch his intended prey.

"Name's Jungkook," Jimin answered. "Wants this to be my last drink so I can consent to what's going to happen between us later."

"Nice," Taehyung said appreciatively, then sighed. "I, on the other hand, have zero prospects. Just me and my hand tonight."

"Gross, Tae. Keep that between you and your hand." 

Namjoon and Jin slid into the booth then, out of breath and sweaty from dancing. 

"What'd we miss?" Jin asked, sipping a paralyzer with a maraschino cherry on the straw.

"Jimin's got a hookup, I've got my hand," Taehyung replied, even more dramatically miserable this time.

"One night alone can't kill you," Namjoon muttered. 

"Where's Jimin's guy?" Jin inquired. Jimin gestured nonchalantly to the bar where Jungkook was now having an ice water, not bothering to hide the fact that he continued to stare at Jimin.

Namjoon choked on his drink. "That guy? Damn, Jimin."

Jin smacked Namjoon lightly on the bicep. "Hey! Might I remind you that your loving boyfriend is still sitting beside you. The same loving boyfriend that promised to give you a b-"

"Quit rubbing it in, you guys!" Taehyung groaned. "The loneliness is too much for me to take!"

Jimin rolled his eyes. "One night, Tae. You'll survive."

Taehyung sniffed. "Barely."

Jimin giggled at his dramatic best friend. 

"Go to - what's his name - oh yeah, Jungkook. Go to Jungkook's place then, Jimin. I won't wait up." Taehyung pouted and finished his drink. 

Jimin's eyes wandered back to Jungkook. Their eyes locked, and Jungkook nodded toward the door, then turned to make his way through the throng of people. 

"Aaand that's my cue. Goodnight, lovebirds." Jimin mussed Jin and Namjoon's hair. "And Tae," he added, hugging him from behind on the way out.

"Ready to go?" Jungkook was standing beside the door, hands in pockets, as Jimin emerged. 

"Your place?"

"Let's go. I'm good to drive, I only had two drinks all night. And you interrupted my first one." 

Jungkook took Jimin's hand and they found his car in the street. Jungkook opened the passenger door for him, but pulled him back as he made to get in. He grabbed Jimin's chin and their lips met for the first time. It was short and loaded and Jungkook released him almost at once to stride to the other side of the car. Jimin's lips tingled where Jungkook had just been.

The drive was brief, and Jimin barely had time to think about what he was doing before Jungkook was pulling into an underground parking garage. Down a few floors and Jungkook pulled into his parking spot, turning off the ignition. 

“Don’t mean to be weird, but are you sure you want this? I can drive you home, no questions asked.”

“I’m sure so far,” Jimin said softly. The air hadn’t been so quiet between them yet, and it was making Jimin feel slightly self conscious all of a sudden. 

“Ok. Let’s go upstairs.” 

Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s thigh and came around to open his door for him. He led Jimin to the elevator, pressing the button for the seventh floor, and the doors slid shut. In the enclosed space, Jimin regained his courage. He tugged Jungkook to him by the hand he had been holding, and locked their lips together again in a hotter kiss. Jungkook’s lips moved passionately against his, and Jungkook had him pinned to the wall before the elevator even started its ascent. Jungkook’s teeth raked Jimin’s bottom lip, then Jimin urged him to his neck, where he began to kiss and suck without hesitation. Several seconds of this and the elevator door opened to Jungkook’s floor, but they couldn’t be bothered to stop now. Jimin wasn’t about to put an end to this delicious kiss. The doors slid shut as Jungkook pressed his thigh between Jimin’s legs, taking the skin above Jimin’s collarbone between his teeth. The elevator began to descend, but the two didn’t notice anything until they came to a halt and the doors began to open again. 

They separated hastily, Jungkook letting go of Jimin to lean against the handrail, and Jimin straightening his shirt and wiping his mouth. A middle-aged woman got in on the parkade floor, eyeing them both with what appeared to be a knowing gaze, then she hit the button for the fifth floor. Jungkook caught on too late and hit the number 7 again. She glanced over them again, and Jimin thought her eyes lingered on the spot that he was sure was red from Jungkook’s bite. 

The fifth floor couldn’t come soon enough, and when the woman exited and the doors left them in privacy, Jimin couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. 

This time, Jungkook held the door for the laughing Jimin, and guided him with a hand on his lower back to his apartment. 

“You’re cute when you laugh,” Jungkook said, his own eyes laughing along with Jimin as he unlocked the door. 

Jimin followed him into the place and gasped at the expanse of the apartment before him. 

“Wow, this place is - look at this view!” Jimin ran excitedly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, where a single leather armchair sat. He could see a large portion of Itaewon-dong nightlife, sparkling beneath them. 

Jungkook chuckled, probably at Jimin’s enthusiasm, putting ice in two glasses. 

“I know I’m the one that said no more…” 

Jungkook passed Jimin a glass with scotch, then clinked their glasses together softly. Jimin accepted the cup and they sipped, but Jimin continued to gaze out of the window until Jungkook worked his arm around his waist from behind, starting on the nape of his neck. 

“It really is beautiful here,” Jimin said, but his eyes couldn’t help but flutter shut as Jungkook kissed over the back of his neck. 

“Then we can stay here.” Jungkook relieved Jimin of his cup but kept his place behind him. 

Jimin felt Jungkook’s hands, nothing but Jungkook’s hands as they crept down his chest, undoing his buttons from behind. Each button was one step closer to having Jungkook’s hands on his bare chest, and the anticipation was already making Jimin excited. He could feel his cock beginning to protest against his jeans as Jungkook took his time sliding Jimin’s shirt back over his shoulders, then putting his mouth to the newly revealed flesh. Jimin squeezed the leather chair in front of him to support himself. 

“You’re breathtaking when you dance, you know,” Jungkook whispered against Jimin’s earlobe. “And when you’re not dancing, to be honest.”

Jimin would normally giggle at such flattery, but found himself drinking in the praise from Jungkook as if he were a parched plant, Jungkook sprinkling him with lifesaving water. There was something too earnest in Jungkook’s words to ignore; Jimin had a feeling that he didn’t give out compliments on a whim. 

Jimin let Jungkook undress him delicately, completely accepting his role as mouse in this game now. Jungkook could be the cat as far as he was concerned. He was good at it, and Jimin could not find even one bit of himself that wanted to take control now.

He felt, rather than saw, Jungkook remove his own jacket and shirt. He felt Jungkook’s smooth, hard chest against his back. Skin on skin. Finally, Jimin thought, finally, finally. But then he found himself wondering why he was so thirsty for Jungkook when they had only just met. It felt like he had been longing for days, but really - had it even been an hour since he saw him for the first time? 

Jimin gave himself over to Jungkook completely, forgetting himself, forgetting everything but the glorious feeling of this man touching him. They were both fully undressed by Jungkook, and the softness with which Jungkook caressed every bit of him was something new to Jimin. This did not feel like Jimin’s regular Saturday night tryst, though the feverish pace matched.

Jungkook was gentle when he began to stroke him, thumbing over the head of his cock, still sucking marks onto the backs of Jimin’s shoulders. He felt Jungkook’s length against the small of his back, leaving behind a wetness as he pushed against Jimin. Then Jungkook took a handful of his butt, and asked permission to proceed with his fingers. 

“Yes, yes, please-” Jimin needed to add something less momentous to what seemed like too powerful a moment. “Please fuck me.”

“So breathtaking, so stunning,” Jungkook groaned as he began to move the first finger. Jimin clenched and moaned and moved back against Jungkook’s hand.

Before long, Jungkook was prepping him with two fingers, then three, and Jimin was absolutely tangled in the moment but felt himself coming apart rapidly as well. Jungkook’s left hand worked Jimin’s hips back, and Jimin found himself bending over the back of the leather chair. Jungkook swore and pulled away. Jimin heard the condom wrapper, heard Jungkook pumping himself with a lubed hand, then Jungkook was teasing at his entrance. The feeling, the promise of what was about to happen could have brought Jimin to his knees. But he hung on. 

“You good?” Jungkook breathed, peppering Jimin’s back, his side with tiny kisses. 

“Mmm, yes, so good.”

Jungkook began to enter him. 

He was clearly in no hurry. Jimin whimpered at the stretch and Jungkook began to kiss over his back again in response, grabbing and massaging the head of Jimin’s cock as he buried himself deep. Jimin’s breath was coming in short gasps now. 

“Gonna move,” Jungkook informed him. 

Jungkook began to withdraw, then slammed back into Jimin with force, and Jimin cried out. 

“You good?” Jungkook repeated again. 

Jimin whimpered and nodded, needing Jungkook to keep going. 

Jungkook continued to pump Jimin’s length as he fucked into him, slowly and deliberately and with a force that made Jimin see stars. When he opened his eyes it was to the view of the city below him, and Jimin’s heart skipped several beats. They were fucking for all the world to see, though most of Jimin was hidden behind the chair; the thought made Jimin crazy with lust. 

“Holy shit, I’m close,” Jimin choked out. 

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s jaw to the side and kissed him, tongue to tongue, and then Jimin was coming, and Jungkook was thrusting into him, and they both lost themselves to the movement of their hips as they hit the peak. Jimin felt like he was dancing, becoming one with the melody between them. Then Jimin was coming back down, sweaty, exhilarated, still kissing Jungkook as they moved through the aftershocks. 

Jungkook lifted Jimin by the hips and perched him on the back of the armchair. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

A swift peck on the lips and Jungkook retreated down the hallway. Jimin stared after him, lost for words, lost for thoughts. He was still staring at the same spot when Jungkook reappeared with towels, wearing sweatpants low on his hips. Jimin cleaned himself up and Jungkook indicated his other arm, laden with more clothes. 

“Thought you could use something comfy. Might be a bit big, but they’re old, maybe they’ll do the trick.” 

Jimin smiled at the sweet gesture and pulled on the loose sweatshirt and pants. He was swimming in them, but they smelled like Jungkook, and they were much more suitable than the clothes he had gone clubbing in. 

“Want to finish that drink?” 

Jungkook passed Jimin his cup again. Jimin took it in surprise. Usually this was the time that he made his exit. He didn’t expect to partake in another beverage after they had finished what he had come here for. What they had both come here for. 

“You off tomorrow?” Jungkook asked. Jimin was taken aback by the intimacy, the casual way with which Jungkook requested access to his work schedule. Like they knew each other. 

“Uh, yeah. I am. I’m off weekends right now. Are you?”

Jimin swirled his scotch, the ice tinkling against the glass. “Yeah. I’m off all weekends. Have any plans?”

Jimin considered, and found himself blushing. “Yeah, I’m - my friend and I are meant to hang out tomorrow. Taehyung, he was at the club with me. Feeling sorry for himself, so I’d better take the day to cheer him up.”

“Oh yeah? Nice. You’re a good friend.” 

“Mmm. What are your plans tomorrow?” 

Jungkook sat across from where Jimin stood leaning on that same armchair. “Not much. Just relax before another work week.” 

There was silence. A meaningful one. Jimin wanted to pick up the pieces, to initiate something more with Jungkook, but found himself stuck. It was meant to be a one-night thing, right? That’s what they had both indicated with the way they had approached each other at the bar. It wasn’t supposed to amount to anything more, and Jimin certainly did not want to appear the desperate one, the one to force it. 

Jimin set his glass on the side table. “I’d better go. I’ll change.” He started toward what he assumed was the bathroom, but Jungkook put a hand on his forearm. 

“It’s ok. The clothes are old. Don’t worry about it. Do you have a way to get home?” 

Jimin met Jungkook's sincere eyes. He swallowed thickly, nodded and picked up the rest of his things. 

“It was uh - it was nice to meet you, Jiminah,” Jungkook said feebly, scratching the back of his neck as he trailed after Jimin toward the door. 

Jimin slipped on his shoes. “Yeah. Likewise. Maybe we’ll see each other around, right?” Jimin was fully aware that the odds were slim; he didn’t go out as much these days, and when he did, it was definitely too complicated to find the same person to fool around with. Things got muddled that way, and Jimin didn’t have time for messy relationships right now. He had time for easy one-night stands. Which was all that this was. 

Right?

Jungkook stared at him with what looked like dismay, but it passed quickly and was replaced with an aloof chuckle. “Right. I’m sure I’ll see you.” 

Jimin’s hands were full of his clothes as Jungkook leaned forward, planting his lips just to the right of Jimin’s. 

“Goodnight,” Jimin forced a small smile and turned out the door. 

The elevator took several lifetimes to finally pick Jimin up and take him to ground level. He thought he would walk back to the club, see if any of his friends were still there. If not, he could take a cab home. The air was starting to cool and he was glad to have Jungkook’s warm hooded sweater and fleece pants. 

He pushed the collar up over his nose for just a moment and inhaled Jungkook’s scent. 

 

 

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“New money, suit and tie.
I can read you like a magazine.”

 

A lot had gone on this month, and most of it was not in Jimin’s favour. 

Firstly, this pandemic had really put a damper on his career prospects. He had been dancing quite regularly with a couple of different clubs. But now things were shut down, and dancing alone at home was what Jimin was doing most of the time. Secondly, his computer had died a slow and painful death, probably from overuse, and Jimin had to justify buying a new one as a means to continue practicing dance in his forced downtime. Thirdly, Jimin had been in a dry spell; even Taehyung was doing better than him in the dating department these days. Jin and Namjoon were as cozy as ever. Even Hoseok and Yoongi had been busy producing music at home, so Jimin didn’t see any of his best friends as much. To put it plainly, Jimin was lonely.

That’s how he found himself masked and visiting the mall for a new computer. Jimin admittedly was glad for the outing. He’d just been able to afford a small house a few months ago when he was working, and looked forward to cranking the tunes as loud as he wanted with no neighbours above to stomp on the floor in protest. He also needed better speakers, something he could play a lot of loud music on. And if he needed a new computer, he was going to splurge, consequences and empty bank account be damned. 

The salesman at the electronics store was cute, Jimin immediately noticed. At least from what he could tell with a mask on. Maybe he was just that starved for attraction, attention. Any type of social interaction outside of video chats and phone calls with Taehyung, really. 

“I’m a dancer, so I’m looking for something that can store a lot of music, and I need really good speakers, too. I’m clueless about computers, though. Can you help?” Jimin used his helpless damsel-in-distress voice that usually scored him some action. 

“I’d love to help. My name is Jihoon. Follow me, I’ll show you what I’ve got.” 

You can show me what you’ve got, Jihoon.

Ugh, he was getting desperate. 

Jihoon took him to the side aisle and started blabbing to him about storage and RAM and graphics and Jimin found his eyes glossing over, the words going in one ear and out the other. Yet somehow between the two of them, they narrowed it down to a laptop and some speakers that seemed like they would work. Jihoon was not much of a date prospect though. He was clearly more into computers than humans. 

Jihoon was just selling Jimin on a laptop upgrade when they were interrupted. 

“Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. If you’re needing speakers to dance to, you’re choosing the wrong ones.”

The interference was from a tall, broad man, dressed in a navy blue suit and brown dress shoes, dark hair parted in the middle but still falling slightly into his eyes. He had a matching blue mask on, but his eyes shone as he interjected, clearly loving showing up this salesman. 

“Oh?” Jimin was intrigued. “What should I get?”

“Come, I’ll show you.”

Jimin followed curiously, and he noticed the salesman did too. Clearly they were both interested in what this man had to say. Or maybe Jimin was interested in how he looked. Jimin appreciated his wide shoulders, the way the fabric stretched around what were obviously great biceps, and the way his butt looked fantastic as he walked ahead. There was a sliver of familiarity that flashed through Jimin’s brain for just a millisecond. 

“This is what you need,” the man stopped at a set of display speakers. He ran a reverent hand over the largest one, clearly in his element. “A bit pricey, but definitely worth the investment. Two floor-standing speakers, excellent bass and clarity. Auto equalizer, bluetooth control. I could go into more detail, but you look lost.” 

The man’s eyes sparkled with a wink and Jimin’s heartbeat was in his throat.

Was this - no, it couldn’t be the same man from the club - Jungkook?

It was difficult to tell at first under the mask, but Jimin quickly scanned his hair, his eyes, that wonderful body and - yup, in a computer store and thriving - this was definitely Jungkook. 

Jungkook didn’t appear to remember Jimin whatsoever. To be fair, Jimin's hair was blue right now (a spontaneous pandemic dye job) and he’d been hitting the gym himself. Jimin had grown up since those clubbing days.  It had been almost three years since he had met Jungkook on the dance floor that night.

Jimin did his best to read Jungkook’s dark brown eyes. Did he know who he was? Jimin felt like he should say something, but what exactly was the correct protocol? 

Hey, it's me, Jimin, the one night stand from the club a couple of years ago? Fucked me in front of your window, remember?

Awkward silence seemed a better option.

"We, uh…" Jihoon the salesman stepped into their line of vision. "We only have the floor model of this set right now. Getting more next week. I can put your name on one and put it aside for you if you pay the deposit?"

"Sure. Yeah, that'd be great."

"Great. Uh, just come with me to the desk."

Jihoon took one step away from the pair, but, when he realized they made no move to follow, proceeded to the desk alone.

"Thanks. For the speaker advice. You're right, I didn't know what I was looking for."

Jungkook's eyes wrinkled at the corners. "Just trying to help out. You won't regret the speakers, I promise." 

Jimin nodded. What should he say, what should he do? 

"I think he's waiting," Jungkook said, gesturing to Jihoon, who was clearly wanting to wrap up this sale. 

"Thanks. Thanks again, I mean."

Jungkook strode off to the computer section and Jimin stared after him until he was out of sight. By the time he finished declining an extended warranty and giving Jihoon his credit card number, Jungkook was gone.

 

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Taehyung had been raving about the man he had been seeing for a couple of weeks now. 

Every time they video chatted, spoke on the phone, even texted, Taehyung talked about how amazing he was.

Jimin was absolutely overjoyed for his bestie. There was nothing he could possibly want for Taehyung other than his happiness, which seemed to be ever-present since he'd started seeing this new guy. That being said, Jimin could still feel a bit sorry for himself, couldn't he?

Taehyung arranged a time for Jimin to meet his new beau. That same day, Jimin had also received a phone call that his speakers had arrived for pick up. He'd told Taehyung he'd come over to his place for lunch and to meet his man, then he'd have time to get to the mall for his speakers. Jimin could hardly wait to dance to the music on his new speakers. By himself. Maybe he could get used to this hermit lifestyle if he had the right music.

He didn't dress up too much since he was just going to Taehyung's place. A nice sweater and jeans and his favourite loafers. Taehyung didn't live far, so Jimin walked. He'd walk the rest of the way to the mall afterward and get a car back with his purchase.

He called up to Taehyung's apartment and Taehyung buzzed him in immediately. Jimin let himself in and kicked off his shoes. Taehyung was unwrapping some takeout on the kitchen island, looking nervous.

"Tae-Tae. Can I help you set up?"

"No, I'm good, Jiminah. I - do you want something to drink? Water? Tea? Straight vodka?"

Jimin giggled, smacking Taehyung on the shoulder. "Relax. If this guy makes you happy, I'm gonna love him. And water would be great, thanks."

Taehyung whirled away to grab Jimin a glass. Jimin thought he heard the bathroom sink. Then the bathroom door opened and Yoongi emerged. He strolled up and patted Jimin on the shoulder in greeting. 

“Good to see you, Jiminah.”

"Yoongi-hyung! Are you here to meet Tae's mysterious new man, too?"

Jimin turned to flash a grin at Taehyung and found him looking like a deer in headlights.

"Tae? Yoongi? Are you two ok?"

Taehyung was still frozen with Jimin's water in hand, so Jimin grabbed and drank.

"Anyone going to tell me what I'm missing here?"

Jimin sighed in frustration, examining Taehyung and Yoongi in turn. 

"What the hell is the matter with you guys? Why are you so weird about meeting Taehyung's - oh. Oh!"

Taehyung and Yoongi. 

Yoongi and Taehyung.

"You two? For real?"

Yoongi simply nodded and Taehyung uttered an affirmative, looking absolutely mortified. 

"That's fantastic!"

Jimin took one friend in each arm and pulled them in for the cheesiest of all group hugs. 

"Oh my God, two of my best friends! How - when - tell me everything!"

Taehyung looked palpably relieved at Jimin's obvious glee. "You're really okay with it, Jiminah?"

"What?" Jimin gawked from one to the other. "Okay with it? Why wouldn't I be? This is perfect. Now there's you and Yoongi and - and Joon and Jin and - oh Lord, I'm not a third wheel anymore. I'm a fifth wheel." 

Yoongi laughed and ruffled Jimin's hair. "The cutest fifth wheel ever. Plus you've got a sixth wheel in Hoseok."

Taehyung gazed at Yoongi with a fondness that Jimin hadn't seen there before. "I don't know what happened, though, Jiminah. I was at the studio with Yoongi one day, while he was recording. Just hanging out, you know?"

"And then he threw himself at me," Yoongi concluded. 

"Dammit, I didn't realize you were so hot until I saw you rapping, ok?"

Yoongi smirked. "I mean, yeah, we have clearly established that I am more than ok with your realization that I'm hot."

Taehyung blushed and turned to scoop some noodles onto his plate. 

"Here I was ready to meet somebody new and now I get to have a nice lunch with my two friends," Jimin beamed. He filled his plate as well and the three started to eat.

"So, new speakers after this, Jiminah?" Yoongi said. "Which ones did you go with?"

Great, of course Yoongi knew about speakers. 

"Uh, well, I'm actually not sure. They had to order them in. Some expensive ones?" Jimin said with a shrug.

"Really? You splurged on speakers? You could have let me know you were shopping and I'd have helped you pick some out." Yoongi shovelled noodles into his mouth. The boy clearly didn't give two fucks about how he looked while eating or whether or not he should be anxious about dating Taehyung. He owned what he did and said. Jimin had always admired that about him.

"Funny story, actually. I did get some help picking them out," Jimin toyed with his chopsticks in the noodles. 

"That's not funny at all," Taehyung prompted. 

"Let me build the suspense, it's my story!" Jimin retorted, throwing a bun at Taehyung. "So I went to the electronics store, just looking for the new computer and speakers. And the cute-but-boring salesman gave me his recommendation or whatever, and then you'll never guess who walked in."

Yoongi snorted. "You really are going for suspense, aren't you?"

But Taehyung got it. Jimin could trust Taehyung to get it. "Ooooh, let me guess!" He clapped his chopsticks together with excitement. "Jon?"

"Nope. Hotter."

"Hotter?! Ooh, ok, ok. Chen?"

"Chen?! No, Taehyung. Someone I've hooked up with before."

"I don't know, just tell me!" Taehyung practically squealed. 

"Jungkook."

Taehyung dropped his chopsticks to the plate with a clatter.

"Jungkook? Like, that really sexy one-nighter that you didn't get over for months? That Jungkook?"

Yoongi chuckled and Jimin glared.

"It didn't take me months to get over him, and yes, that Jungkook."

Taehyung raised his arms in questioning. "And?"

"And what?"

"And did you hook up again, obviously, come on Jiminah!"

Jimin chewed on a green onion. "No. I mean, I don't think he recognized me."

Taehyung stood now, ever dramatic. "And you just let him continue to not recognize you and said goodbye, end of story?"

"I guess. Yeah, that was pretty much it."

Taehyung bristled. "You wonder why you're still a lonely wheel, Jiminah." 

"What does that have to do with speakers?" Yoongi chimed in, getting to his own interest in the matter. 

"Oh, well, Jungkook - he actually told me which speakers to buy. He's a computer guy. Software, I think." 

Like he hadn't obsessed over what little conversation he had exchanged with Jungkook for months after their night together. But he wasn't about to admit that to Taehyung now. 

Yoongi put down his chopsticks, so it was obvious that what he was about to say was serious. "Hang on a second. Jimin, are you talking about Jeon Jungkook?"

Jimin stared, oblivious. "I don't know. Am I? I only know him as Jungkook. Don't know his surname. It was a club hookup!"

"A software guy? Jungkook? Super dreamy? He was just on one of those lists. ‘Korea's up and coming men’ or something. His reputation precedes him." Yoongi looked thoughtful.

"What do you mean, 'his reputation'?" Jimin was not sure if he wanted to know the answer. 

Yoongi began picking up noodles again. "Supposed to be super good at his job, really sharp. Also supposed to be a heartbreaker. You know, one of those fuckboys or whatever you want to call it."

Jimin wanted to argue, but then realized he had no idea who Jungkook really was. In fact, it almost seemed like Yoongi knew more about him than Jimin did. It was strange, given that Jimin was the one that had had sex with him.

Taehyung seemed to sense Jimin's sudden shift in mood. "Hey, Jimin, finish your lunch. I've been meaning to show you a new photo series I've been working on."

Jimin nodded, forcing a smile though he kind of felt like… crying? This was bizarre. Why did he care what Jungkook was like? He would likely never see him again, 

 

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"Park Jimin. I'm picking up some speakers."

Jimin waited for his speakers to be fetched. Jihoon was the one that came out with them.

"Ok. Speakers right here. You just have to pay the balance." Jihoon dusted his hands off on his pants and rang up Jimin's order. 

"I have a cab outside. Do you mind giving me a hand carrying them out?" Jimin asked, slipping his wallet back into his pocket. Since leaving Taehyung's place he had been in an odd mood. He felt a bit sulky, though he was still very much elated over the news of Taehyung and Yoongi coupling up.

Jihoon carried the two larger boxes while Jimin took the smaller ones. When they were all loaded into the cab, Jimin thanked Jihoon and made to get into the car.

"Oh! Wait, uh… Jimin? I almost forgot!"

Jihoon patted his pockets until he came up with a small card. 

"You know that guy that helped you pick out the speakers? Well he came back the other day. Left his business card, said you could call him if you had any troubles. Kinda creepy, but thought I would pass it along anyway."

Jimin mumbled a thanks, taking the card and shutting himself in the taxi to examine it.

It was a simple business card. Jeon Jungkook. Yoongi was right. It had a company name, his job title, and a phone number and email address. Nothing too personal. 

Jimin turned the paper over in his hand, noticing a scrawled second phone number and some words on the back. 

 

Call me if you need help with the speakers. I'm available. :) 

-JK

 

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The first thing Jimin did was consult Taehyung. It made him feel a bit more responsible about what he was about to do; he was consulting with an impartial third party. 

“Did you call him? Text him?” Taehyung demanded at once.

“Not yet. Should I?”

Taehyung was silent on the other end of the line for a beat. “Well. I guess it depends what you want from him. Kind of sounds like a proposition if you ask me. Do you think he recognized you?”

Jimin rubbed his eyes. “No idea. I don’t even know what I want. But I can’t deny that I’m curious.”

Taehyung chuckled. “Course you are. He’s hot. And interesting, smart, and rich. Plenty to be curious about. But you heard what Yoongi said. He might just be looking for another hookup if his reputation is accurate. So, if you’re going to get in touch with him, you may want to be prepared for that.”

Jimin pondered this advice for the rest of the evening. It was easy for Jimin to convince himself that he was acting out of loneliness and desperation. Or maybe that he just needed help setting up the speakers. There were lots of them and it looked complicated. Why not?

The phone rang twice before Jungkook answered. Jimin wished he had planned a script in advance.

“Hello?”

“Hey, um - hi. This is - you gave me your business card - I, um-”

“You’re the one with the speakers,” Jungkook slid in. 

“Yeah. You remember?” Jimin squeaked. 

“Yes, I remember. Do you need some help setting them up?”

Jungkook’s voice alone was doing things to Jimin. “Yeah, I think so. Can you - can you help me?”

“I’ll be free after seven tomorrow. Text me your address and I’ll swing by.”

“Sure. Ok, I’ll text you the address. And thanks. You know, for offering to help.”

“You bet. See you tomorrow.” 

Jimin spent the entirety of the next day trying not to think about Jungkook. 

He’d told Taehyung of course, but Taehyung had simply texted him back and told him to have fun and make sure he used protection, which wasn’t in the least helpful for calming Jimin’s nerves. Jimin didn’t know what to do to prepare for Jungkook, so he cleaned his bathroom, took the speakers out of the boxes, and went and bought some nice scotch. Because, dammit, he remembered that was Jungkook’s drink of choice from their previous encounter. 

He was just checking his fridge for snacks when the doorbell rang. He hurried to answer it.

“Hey. Hi, come in,” Jimin swept his arm indicating his home and Jungkook stepped in. 

“I wasn’t sure - do you want me to wear a mask?” 

Seemed a bit formal, like Jimin was hiring Jungkook to install his speakers. “Uh, no. Unless you’re more comfortable that way.” 

Jungkook smiled and shook his head, removing his shoes. “So,” he clapped his hands together, “where are you putting the speakers?”

Straight to the speakers, then. “In the living room. Just over here.” 

Jimin led Jungkook into his home. It was small and modest, but Jimin treasured every item within his house. He had earned it all and he was proud of it.

Jungkook let out a low whistle upon seeing the speakers. “Yeah, it’s a beautiful set. Let me start. I’ll need a screwdriver if you want me to install the brackets for these ones.”

Jungkook sat down and immediately began working with the speakers. Jimin got his toolbox, setting it beside Jungkook on the floor. Jimin didn’t know what he had expected from this visit, but… it definitely hadn’t been this. It felt odd to even offer Jungkook a drink with the way he was working; like this was a formal appointment. 

Jungkook was dressed casually in a long-sleeved grey shirt and jeans. Simple, but clearly expensive. He still wore silver earrings and rings, and had a few tattoos on his hand that Jimin hadn’t recalled seeing in the past. He worked deftly, his hair falling into his eyes, brushing it back often. Jimin sat quietly on the arm of the sofa and watched him. 

Jungkook didn’t look up as he spoke, “So, you’re still dancing?”

Jimin stifled a gasp. Jungkook did remember. The way he asked, it was clear he remembered their conversation about Jimin being a dancer from back when they’d met at the club. 

Play it cool, Jimin.

“Yeah. Still dancing. It’s been hard lately, though. Not a lot of places to dance.” 

Jungkook didn’t respond, but continued putting the speakers where they belonged on shelves and brackets. 

“And you’re still in software?” Jimin followed up.

Jungkook turned sharply to look at Jimin, but his expression immediately lightened into a smile. “Yeah. Not an intern anymore, though.”

Jimin nodded. “I heard.” 

Jungkook put the finishing touches on the speakers, testing them out with a couple of songs from his phone. When he was finished, he sat down on the arm of the couch opposite Jimin. 

“Do you want a drink?” JImin thought it seemed acceptable to ask now that they had crossed into slightly personal territory. 

Jungkook eased himself down from the arm to the couch cushion. “Sure.”

Jimin was glad for the reason to move and do something with his hands, to distract himself from his racing heart, his racing thoughts. Jungkook smirked when Jimin handed him the scotch before thanking him and accepting the drink. 

“So, you’ve been doing ok?” Jimin asked, hearing himself and cursing his abysmal conversation skills. 

“Yeah, I’ve been doing well. Work has been good. Personal life’s taking a hit with the pandemic, but I guess that’s everyone. How are you doing, Jimin?”

Jimin didn’t know how to answer, so he sipped his drink. “Good, I guess.”

“Are you - are you seeing anyone?” Again, the familiarity with which Jungkook asked questions was not lost on Jimin. 

“No,” Jimin answered softly. “Are you?”

“Hell no. Way too busy with work.” Jungkook paused. Then Jimin saw him reach out and felt him gently raise Jimin’s chin up to meet his gaze. “You’re still breathtaking.”

Jimin swallowed, and Jungkook brushed his thumb over his Adam's apple. 

“Thank you,” Jimin whispered. 

“Is it ok if I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, running his thumb over Jimin’s top lip now. 

“It’s ok.” Jimin did not trust his voice to say much more. 

Jungkook pressed his lips flush against his once and pulled back. 

“Why do I feel so drawn toward you, Jimin?”

“I don’t know. I feel it, too.”

Jungkook’s lips were on the side of Jimin’s jaw. “Should I leave?” 

Jimin sighed at the lightness of the kiss and the thought of Jungkook leaving, but looked at Jungkook’s dark eyes anyway. “Probably.”

There was a pause. Jungkook’s hand remained on Jimin’s face, index finger brushing behind his ear lobe. Jimin thought Jungkook must be able to feel his heartbeat there with the way his hand brought blood rushing wherever he pressed it. Jungkook was a wave and Jimin the quiet beach, and Jimin did not know if Jungkook was going to come rushing forward to crash against him or retreat. 

“Okay.” Jungkook’s touch was withdrawn and Jimin felt cold. “Let me know if you have any problems with the speakers, yeah?”

Jungkook stood and walked toward the door. Jimin opened it and Jungkook stuck his hands in his pockets and drew in a breath. “Take care, Jimin.”

“Yeah. You too,” Jimin replied faintly. 

Jungkook pressed his lips into a line and stepped out. A few paces and Jimin shut the door, sinking against it, dropping to the floor and sitting. “Fuck,” Jimin muttered. 

There was still so much between them. Something had grown, like vines connecting them across their absence from each other’s lives. It was inexplicable and unnerving to Jimin, who had never experienced this type of attraction, especially to someone that he could barely claim to know.

 

 

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Chapter Text

"Ain't it funny, rumours fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends"

 

“So?”

Jimin knew what Taehyung was asking, and considered beating around the bush, being coy. But he also knew that he couldn’t avoid this conversation even if he tried. 

“So,” Jimin parroted, then stopped. “Can we get a coffee first?”

Taehyung groaned. “Okay, okay. After you. Order it to go and let’s walk.”

They drank their sugary caffeinated drinks and strolled by the river. It was a warm spring day and Jimin was looking forward to catching up with his best friend, just the two of them. 

“So,” Jimin finally proceeded when they’d set a leisurely pace, “Jungkook came over and helped me install the speakers last night.”

“That’s what the kids are calling it these days, hey? ‘Installing the speakers’?” 

“Aish, no!” Jimin bumped roughly into his bestie. “No, that’s not what it was like!”

Taehyung laughed. “Really? Were you disappointed about that?”

Jimin chewed his bottom lip. “No. I don’t think I was.”

“Are you sure?”

Jimin sipped his mocha. This was his favourite time of year to be outside, when spring was drawing green back from the ground. It made him feel thoughtful when he spent time outdoors during these months, as he watched things regenerate around him. He took his time considering Taehyung’s question, finding it hard to tease out an easy answer.  

“I don’t know. It wasn’t what I expected. But I don’t know what I was expecting, you know?”

Taehyung smiled and shook his head. “Oh, no. I don’t like where this is heading.”

“What do you mean?”

Taehyung skipped ahead of Jimin, walking backwards so that they could face each other. “Pensive Jiminah. I see this Jungkook has got you stuck in your head already.”

“Yeah. I guess maybe a little.” Jimin kicked a rock off of the path. Maybe a little.

Taehyung rejoined Jimin, scooping up his hand as they walked. “Tell me exactly what happened last night, come on. From the top, aaaaaand go!”

Jimin grinned at Taehyung. “From the top, here it is. Jungkook came over. He installed the speakers, and I didn’t even know if he recognized me. But he did. He asked me if I’d kept up with dancing, which is something I’d told him when we first met, and I could tell then that he remembered me.”

“Ok. So he asked about the dancing, and what did you say?” Taehyung swung their hands between them. He was always trying to keep the mood light when Jimin was feeling this way: thoughtful and unsure. Jimin always noticed these kind gestures from his bestie in the moments when he felt particularly sensitive.

“Just told him I’m still dancing. He is the software guy that Yoongi mentioned, I think. Seems like he’s doing well for himself, wearing really high-end clothes. And then…” Jimin hesitated for a millionth of a second, but that was enough for Taehyung to anticipate what could come next. 

Details, Jiminah, you’re killing me!”

Jimin almost giggled. “I offered him a drink, and he accepted. Then he sat next to me on the couch. Then he kissed me.”

“Uh huh…” Taehyung encouraged. 

“And that was it. He left.” 

Taehyung stopped, tugging Jimin to a halt with him. “Wait, what?”

“I don’t know!” Jimin groaned. 

“Are you seeing him again or something? Did he say he had to leave?”

“No - well, kind of. He just asked if he should leave, and I said ‘probably’ like an idiot because I don’t know what I’m getting myself into and Yoongi freaked me out about him being some kind of a heartbreaker or whatever! What am I supposed to think? I don’t even really know him.” There it was, spilling out of Jimin to Taehyung as it always did.

Taehyung cradled Jimin’s hand to his chest and started walking again. “Jimin, you didn’t know him back when you hooked up, either,” he pointed out. 

“Ugh, I know, Tae,” Jimin agreed. “But this time is different. I was immature then.”

“Mmm, we’re still pretty immature.”

“Speak for yourself!” Jimin yanked his hand from Taehyung’s but grinned good-naturedly. “I’m trying to be more mature. I’m physically attracted, yes, but I don’t want to be used, if that’s the kind of guy he is. I’m trying to be responsible. Protect myself, you know?”

“Doomed,” Taehyung kicked a rock off the path. “You’re doomed, Jimin. I give it two weeks before you’re in his pants again. Maybe three, he seems like a busy man.”

“Aish, Tae, stop!” He pushed Taehyung again. Taehyung was playing it off, acting like this was all in good humour. But they both know the truth beneath his words. Jimin couldn’t help but chase. The cat and mouse again. He enjoyed it too much. 

Jimin dumped his empty cup in a bin, trying to reset. He noticed patches of green grass poking through the brown, every other tree starting to bud, and he breathed in the still-damp and mossy spring air. “Tell me more about you and Yoongi. I didn’t get all of the nitty gritty on that either.”

Taehyung’s whole energy shifted. “Jiminah, I am in love. Why did I never see it before? We’re meant to be!”

Jimin laughed, glad for the easy subject change. If there was one thing Taehyung liked talking about more than Jimin’s love life, it was his own. “So, what are you guys? Official?”

Taehyung shrugged. “Think so. We never really talked about it but I know we’re exclusive. And I know I make him feel really good, so there’s no way he’ll be straying elsewhere for s-”

“That’s plenty of information in that respect, thanks!” 

Taehyung absolutely gleamed. “But Jimin, really, let me tell you about his c-”

“Lalalalala, don’t want to know, Tae!” Jimin covered his ears. 

“Ah, you’re a prude!” Taehyung complained, pouting because he couldn’t talk about his allegedly great sex life. 

“Not a prude. But you two are like my brothers, and I don’t want to hear about it. You can tell me it’s fantastic, and we will leave it at that.”

Taehyung still had his pouty lip on, but it curled up a bit at the corners. “It’s fucking fantastic.

Jimin giggled. 

“But not only that. Yoongi and I accentuate each other well. He’s, you know, his broody Yoongi self, and I’m me, and we balance each other out.”

“Mmm, yeah. I can see that. You have a good yin and yang thing going.”

Did he and Jungkook balance each other out? Or was there an unevenness to them? Something jagged that Jimin could sense, even as he was attracted so strongly toward Jungkook. 

“We’re doing a video call tonight. Going to break the news to Joonie and Jin and Hoseok that we’re a couple. You want to join?”

Jimin agreed, glad for the plans to see his friends tonight, even if it was on a computer screen. At least it was a brand new, shiny computer screen. 

When he got home, Jimin danced a bit in his living room, practicing an old routine, before washing up and changing into some comfortable gym shorts and a T-shirt. He’d picked up a boxed dye on the way home and was considering another hair change. He sat to read the instructions, then noticed Jungkook’s card still on his coffee table. Staring at him. Willing him to pick it up. 

He reread Jungkook’s messy note, though he had already examined it a million and one times. His phone was beside him, so he brought up Jungkook’s phone number from the other day. Might as well just try and send him a quick text message. Just check in, see if it works.

 

Jimin - Hey

 

That was the best he could do. Maybe Jungkook was a bad texter and wouldn't reply. It didn’t matter, Jimin totally didn’t care whether he heard back or not. And besides, it was time for his video chat with his best friends. 

Yoongi and Tae were already in a little box on the screen when Jimin signed on. Jimin smiled at their adorableness and sipped a beer, wishing they were all gathering in person. This is what socializing had turned into. It almost made Jimin miss the clubbing days. The dancing part at the very least. 

“Hi, my little twosome!” 

Yoongi looked put out by Jimin’s enthusiasm while Taehyung preened. There was a blink on the screen and Jin and Namjoon appeared in their own box. Taehyung’s proud happiness was replaced with obvious trepidation as Hoseok joined the call, too. 

“I knew it!” Hoseok exclaimed immediately, pointing an accusatory finger at his screen and bursting into laughter. Jimin joined in when Namjoon and Jin displayed blank expressions. 

“Hoseok? What did you know?” Namjoon finally interrupted the giggles from Hoseok and Jimin.

Jimin stifled his laughter and sighed. “Joonie-hyung, for someone so smart, you really can miss the point sometimes. It’s ok, though. I did, too, at first.”

Jin seemed to catch on then. “No!” He shouted, but smiled as he did. 

“Yup,” Yoongi confirmed, and Taehyung blinked at him bashfully. 

It finally clicked in for Namjoon. “What? You two?”

Hoseok tutted. “Come on, like you couldn’t see it coming.”

“Well shit, maybe I really am dense. Congratulations, you two,” Namjoon replied, now cracking a genuine smile. 

“Yeah, that’s amazing news,” Jin echoed, grinning back at Namjoon. 

Hoseok narrowed his eyes. “Wait, Jimin doesn’t seem surprised.”

“They already told me,” Jimin confirmed. “See Tae, told you that there was nothing to worry about,” he added. 

“Yeah,” Taehyung assented, then looked at Yoongi with that fondness again. “Guys, why did it take me so long to realize that Yoongi is the sexiest, most talented, kind-hearted-”

“Ah, remember the days when we were young and in love like that?” Jin cut in, fawning over Namjoon beside him. 

“Yoongi is literally older than your boyfriend,” Hoseok pointed out. 

“Well, I can’t wait for some double dates!” Jin said cheerfully, raising his glass. They all raised their cups in turn, cheersing the new couple. Taehyung appeared to be blushing, it was difficult to see when he was so little on the screen, and Yoongi looked unperturbed by the events as usual. 

“Don’t forget to invite Jiminah and I from time to time!” Hoseok warned after they had all sipped their drinks. 

“Ah, soon enough we will have a triple date crew, right, Jiminie?”

Jimin froze at Taehyung’s words. “What? No, Tae-”

“Oooh, what? Is there another announcement?” Jin exclaimed. 

No,” Jimin reiterated. Then he sighed, resigned to the fact that he now had to spill the details. “It’s a long story.”

“Love long stories, go on,” Hobi encouraged, opening a bag of chips and leaning into his camera. 

“Well, basically, I ran into Jungkook again-”

“Jungkook? That guy you hooked up with a long time ago, the hot software guy?” Namjoon immediately interrupted. 

“Yeah,” Jimin replied. “And.. that’s pretty much it, that's the whole story.”

“Jimin, it is not,” Taehyung retorted. “Jungkook gave him his number, and he came over, but they haven’t slept together again yet-"

“Aish, Tae!” Jimin was actually a bit relieved that Taehyung elaborated on the story for him to save him the trouble. 

“Wow, really?” Hoseok breathed, mouth open in shock. “How did you run into him?”

“Just by chance, at an electronics store. Anyway, I don’t think anything is going to come of it so-”

Jimin’s phone chimed in the middle of his sentence. His heart catapulted into his throat as he saw who it was from. 

 

Jungkook - Oh, hi, Jiminah :)
Jungkook - How are the speakers?

 

“What? What?!” Taehyung was too observant for his own good, immediately noticing Jimin’s change in disposition. 

“Jungkook - I - he just texted me,” Jimin said, blushing furiously at the timing. 

“Ah! You’ll be cooking for six next date, Jin-hyung, I told you!” Taehyung declared triumphantly. 

Jin blessedly got distracted talking about a new recipe for a moment then, and Jimin took the opportunity to covertly text Jungkook back. 

 

Jimin - amazing! Thank you for the suggestion :)

Jungkook - So glad you like them. 

 

There was a lull in the texting for a moment, as Jin prattled on about cooking something for the group, and Jimin realized that it was probably because Jungkook was waiting for an explanation for the text. Well, Jimin had come this far. There was no point beating around the bush. 

 

Jimin - Are you free tomorrow night?

 

Jungkook - Yeah.

Jungkook - I’ll grab some food, pick you up around 7 and we can come to mine?

 

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Jimin decided to stick with the blue hair for now. It made him feel a bit bolder, which was something he thought would help when he went to Jungkook’s place tonight. 

He didn’t really know where his nerves were coming from. Things were not awkward between them when they had met, and that heated first encounter had escalated so much more quickly. Maybe it was the fact that it seemed that there was something more substantial to it this time around. Jimin did not want to dwell on that thought too long, though, after what Yoongi had mentioned about Jungkook. He hadn’t told Taehyung about his plans to see Jungkook again. He dampened the guilt of the omission by telling himself that he would update Taehyung about everything tomorrow, after he had seen Jungkook. He would probably have more to tell then, anyway.

He sat outside on the edge of the yard waiting for Jungkook. The spring sun was starting to go down and Jimin began to get cold in his ripped jeans and thin button-up shirt. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them, perking up in attention each time a car turned down his block. Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes soaked in anticipation, a black SUV pulled around the corner slowly. Jimin stood, knowing that this would be Jungkook. The car looked expensive and new and like Jungkook

He pulled over and Jimin stepped forward, but Jungkook halted him with a hand up and ran around to the other side to open the door for him. He climbed into the leather seat, inhaling the new car scent. Then the smell of something delicious wafted to him as well, and he twisted around to see takeout on the floor in the backseat. It looked out of place for how immaculately clean the rest of the vehicle was. Jungkook rejoined him in the car and they began to drive. 

“Sorry I was a few minutes late. I came straight from work, picked up the supper, and then - and then you ,” Jungkook said, looking at Jimin out of the corner of his eye with a smile. He was dressed in a simple black suit and tie this time, and he looked as handsome as ever. 

“It’s ok. Thanks for picking up the food. And me,” Jimin said, wondering why his voice came out so softly. He realized then that he had expected them to be driving toward Jungkook’s flat in Itaewon-dong, but Jungkook took a turn to cross the river. “Where is your place?”

“Ah, I’m in Seocho-gu now,” Jungkook indicated. 

Jimin would still never be embarrassed by his little house, but he was a bit intimidated as they drove past the luxury shops in Gangnam. It was sparkly and clean in this neighbourhood, still bustling with shoppers and traffic. Here there were only a few bushes planted by the sidewalks, trimmed neatly and always green. Not muddy and budding and new  like Jimin’s neighbourhood.

“This is me,” Jungkook indicated a tall residential complex, pulling into the underground parking lot. Jimin felt déjà vu hit him as they parked and Jungkook led him toward the elevator. This time there was no heavy petting on the way up, however, as Jungkook carried the food and pressed the button for the 23rd floor. 

They entered a luxury condo, and Jimin was shocked that he could be more impressed than he already had been at Jungkook’s previous place. The view was incredible again, though Jimin kept his fascination closer to the vest than he had when he had visited Jungkook’s apartment last time. 

Jungkook pulled plates out and set everything on the dining table. “I’m going to change and wash up, please help yourself, start without me.”

When Jimin was satisfied that Jungkook had locked himself in the bathroom, he padded over to the balcony doors and looked out. The river was before him, and a glimmer of Gangham, too. He bustled back to the food, getting a plate and wondering for the trillionth time that day what he was getting himself into with Jungkook. Jimin was a simple guy, and spending a million won on speakers had been enough for him. He was unsure if anything in Jungkook’s apartment cost so little. 

“You didn’t start,” Jungkook said from the hallway now, coming into the dining room where Jimin had made himself a plate but hadn’t eaten, too lost in considering whether he should be here or not. 

“I wanted to wait for you,” Jimin said with a forced smile. In reality, there were many things on his mind that seemed more pressing than food right now. 

Jungkook’s hair was still wet and he had changed into a purple sweatshirt and some jeans. He looked stunning, even when dressed this simply. Jimin’s desires and hesitations came crashing together noisily. Maybe Taehyung had a point, maybe he was overthinking. Jungkook appeared to notice as he started to eat.  

“You seem…” Jungkook put down his chopsticks and examined Jimin. “I don’t know. Hesitant? Nervous?”

Jimin nodded, chuckling softly at how easy he was to read sometimes. Taehyung always knew his mood, and it seemed Jungkook was no different. “Yeah, sorry.” 

Jungkook rose and got them both a drink, returning to Jimin’s side. “You can tell me why.” Jungkook’s voice was quiet and earnest. Jimin found himself wanting to be honest. 

“My friend - his name is Yoongi - told me you had a reputation,” Jimin said. He wanted to see how Jungkook would respond to that. Perhaps he could gauge the truth of it in his reaction. 

“Oh?” Jungkook sipped his drink, then crossed his arms over his chest. “Do I? What type of reputation, may I ask?”

Jimin was committed to this approach now. “He said - I guess he basically said you’re a leader in your field of work and also that you don’t have trouble with finding yourself.. sexual companions.” 

Jungkook chuckled. “Really? Is that my reputation? Those are the two facets of my personality? Good at work and sex?” 

Jimin tested Jungkook further. “That’s what Yoongi-hyung said. What do you say?”

Jungkook smirked. “I think you should let your own personal experience with me determine whether you believe in gossip.” 

“I don’t have much personal experience with you."

“Do you want to?” Jungkook drank again, one eyebrow raised. It was evident to Jimin how quickly and easily Jungkook could gain the upper hand on him. 

“We could try to be friends,” Jimin responded. “Get to know each other.” 

Jungkook looked up sharply at Jimin at the idea. When Jimin only stared back pointedly, Jungkook took it in stride, like he always seemed to do. “Fine. Let’s try to be friends, Jiminah. I could use a good friend nowadays. Welcome to my bubble.” 

“I’m serious,” Jimin retorted, though he smiled back. It did loosen the knot in his stomach, taking some of the pressure off by starting things this way. 

Friends . Jimin thought it sounded like a smart and logical approach. 

“Hey, so am I!’ Jungkook clinked his cup to Jimin’s. He chewed another bite of food thoughtfully, eyes never leaving Jimin’s face. “Tell me what you’ve been doing since we met.” 

Jungkook was sincere and seemed engrossed in Jimin's words as he began to recap months. Jimin found it easy to talk about dance and work, so he did. Before long, Jungkook was telling Jimin about his career, too. About how he had moved to this area of the city to feel more connected to those he worked with. How he loved going home to visit his parents, and he wanted to get to a point where he could provide for them. How he loved music but was terrible at dancing, in case Jimin couldn’t recall. Jimin likewise was spilling out things about his life to Jungkook that he had never told anyone else. Not because they were secrets or hidden things, but because many of his friends had just always been there; he didn’t have to tell them stuff. But it felt nice, like he was saying something of substance for the first time in ages. And it also felt peculiar, because Jimin’s connection to Jungkook had thus far been mainly physical. It felt too significant to relate in other ways like they were now, and made Jimin’s stomach knot tighten again. 

Jimin cleaned up their dinner and Jungkook put on some music. This was starting to feel domestic and pleasant way too quickly. It scared the shit out of Jimin, but the fear stayed buried deep. The surface was too caught up in Jungkook. He was sitting in the living room waiting for Jimin to join him, and Jimin crossed to him. When Jungkook looked up, Jimin was standing before him. Jungkook tried to stand, but Jimin pushed him back down and slowly lowered himself to Jungkook’s lap. Jungkook’s hands were immediately at Jimin’s sides as Jimin brought their lips together briefly, testing Jungkook again, though in a very different way.

“Hey,” Jungkook breathed as Jimin kissed him again, “I don’t think friends do this.”

“Shhhhh,” Jimin replied, and he quieted him with another kiss. 

“Jimin…” Jungkook’s tone was cautionary as Jimin kissed his jawline. 

“You’re so sexy,” was all Jimin could respond, was all that Jimin could think right now as he finally put his lips where he had wanted to all evening.

Jungkook let out a sound like a growl and captured Jimin’s mouth with his again, this time sucking on Jimin’s lower lip and bringing his hand to Jimin’s hair. “Are you sure about this?” Jungkook pulled Jimin back from him, his eyes searching. “Thought you were concerned about my reputation.”

Jimin sighed, wanting his brain to turn off, ready for his body to take over. “I just want you.”

Jungkook kissed Jimin with more depth now, and Jimin responded in kind. The roots of Jungkook’s hair were still damp as Jimin put both hands through his locks. Jungkook kissed over the skin that was exposed at Jimin’s collar until it wasn’t enough for him, and he started to undo Jimin’s shirt buttons, kissing as he went. Jungkook’s lips were warm, lush. It felt like spring blooms were going to sprout wherever his mouth met Jimin’s skin. Jimin was sure that this couldn’t be stopped now, and in fact wasn’t sure what he would do if it did stop. It felt inevitable and necessary, like seasons changing. 

When Jungkook finally slipped his tongue against Jimin’s, it was sunny and reassuring, and Jimin arched his whole body into Jungkook’s. Jimin shivered when Jungkook removed his shirt completely, and Jungkook took the blanket from the side of the sofa and wrapped it over him. Jungkook stood and pulled Jimin to him, blanket and all, and slipped his hand beneath Jimin’s waistband to stroke him delicately. Then Jungkook’s sweatshirt was gone and they were chest to chest. Jimin was floating as Jungkook took one article of clothing off at a time until they were bare-skinned, save for the blanket that now wrapped over them both. The vines that had kept them connected over time were wrapping them now, squeezing them together and making it feel like they had never been apart.

Jungkook’s hands were generous and tender, his only words reminding Jimin how beautiful he was. Jimin was buzzing with desire, his body finally consuming the interaction with Jungkook, his mind temporarily spared. They were both sweating and breathing deeply as they touched and brushed their lips together repeatedly, tongues curious, searching, remembering. 

When Jungkook carried Jimin to his bedroom and laid him on the mattress, Jimin was already gone. He could barely register Jungkook touching him now, the pleasure muting every single other feeling completely. Jimin was unsure of the passing of time, but some part of him grasped that the room had become completely dark, save from the light spilling in from the hallway. The sight of the shadows on Jungkook’s toned body over him was better than a thousand skyline views. Jungkook whispered things to him, telling him what he was going to do next, making sure it was okay, and all Jimin could do was comply, allow, and concede everything to Jungkook. 

“I missed you,” Jungkook moaned into Jimin’s ear, and it was the only thing that Jimin remembered him saying. 

Jungkook was moving inside of Jimin, touching him everywhere, his senses were all blooming as Jungkook fucked into him. He was holding Jimin through it all. Jimin knew he was making all kinds of unintended sounds but could not possibly bring himself to bother holding back. Jungkook was crying out too, and it was the most beautiful harmony Jimin had heard, their harmony. Maybe it had gone quiet for a little while, but the volume had gone up again like a song that had never really ended. 

Jungkook’s hand on him was urgent, stroking, pulling, and Jimin was coming hard, feeling light and heavy at the same time. Jungkook said his name over and over, “Jimin, Jimin…” When they were both finished, Jungkook collapsed into Jimin and they laid there for a time, regaining themselves. 

Friends, indeed. They were certainly very good friends. 

“Are you - do you want to stay here?” Jungkook asked softly, having laid back on the bed as Jimin finished buttoning his shirt. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Jimin answered truthfully. Maybe this could just be another one-night thing. Now that it was out of his system, now that he was sated. Jimin had no idea. Everything in him was conflicting, those hesitations and desires crashing like cymbals again.

“I’ll call you a car.” Jungkook rolled to the bedside and grabbed his phone, dialing. “So, what do new friends do, hmmm?” Jungkook asked when he had hung up. “Do they talk on the phone? Text? Video chat? Visit each other after work?”

“Dunno. Haven’t had a new friend in a while,” Jimin admitted. “Guess we can try some of those things and see.”

“Right.” Jungkook nodded. “Well, you have my number this time. And I have yours. Can I - can we keep in touch?”

“I think so,” Jimin replied. “Maybe.”

“Then I’ll maybe text you,” Jungkook answered. 

Jimin couldn’t help but steal one more kiss before he trailed out the door. He needed it to remember the feeling of Jungkook on his lips. It felt slightly harsh to leave, but it didn’t seem any easier to stay. So Jimin took the car, went home and undressed, and fell into his own bed. It was a spring sleep, regenerative and nourishing.

 

 

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"I'm dying to see how this one ends.
Grab your passport and my hand.
I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

 

 

It was a week later that Jungkook called Jimin for the first time. 

Jimin was making supper for one in his comfortable home-clothes, having had an early day of dance practice for a potential music video shoot. But he’d gotten home early, too. He hummed new songs throughout his hot shower and got dressed, deciding to be lazy tonight. When his phone rang, he wiped his hands on the dish towel and hurried to answer it, anticipating Taehyung. 

“Hi,” Jimin said shyly, grateful that Jungkook couldn’t see the heat that had rushed to his face at seeing who the caller was. 

“Hi, friend Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook said, and Jimin could hear the smile in his voice. 

“How are you?”

“I want to know how you are first,” Jungkook replied. 

“Mmm, I’m good,” Jimin sat cross-legged on his couch, bringing a finger to his mouth. “Tired, but good. Just making some dinner.”

“Can you make me some, too?”

Jimin giggled. “Sure, come over. I have enough ramen for two.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Jungkook laughed, and Jimin couldn’t deny that he was disappointed that Jungkook was not going to be coming over. 

“How was your day?” Jimin tried again. 

“Long. It was long, Jimin-ah. And then when I got home and washed up, I realized how tired and hungry I was. And you know what I thought then?”

Jimin pressed his lips together in thought. “No. What did you think?”

“The first thing I thought about was that I wanted to hear your voice.”

Jimin blushed, scrubbing over his eyes with his palms. 

“Funny that I tell you that I wanted to hear your voice and you don’t say anything in response,” Jungkook teased. His voice was deep and soft and had a hint of fondness that Jimin couldn’t miss.

“Ah, I’m sorry. You flatter me, I was speechless,” Jimin admitted, feeling like the blush could be heard through his words. 

Of course, Jimin had been wanting to hear Jungkook’s voice, too. Or even just see a text from him. But Jimin was determined to not get too heated up over this thing with Jungkook, whatever it was. The attraction between them was a given, and Jimin didn’t need to feed into it; it was a flame that did not need fanning. So, Jimin had not sent Jungkook so much as a “hello” in the week since they had last seen each other. Jimin was proud of his self-control, but the number of times his finger had hovered over Jungkook’s name in his contact list before Jimin had sworn and put the phone under his pillow again was completely humiliating to consider.

“I already feel better,” Jungkook said on the other end of the line. “I felt better from the moment you picked up and said hi.”

“What did you have to feel better from? Why was your day so long?” Jimin was desperate to change the subject, for his cheeks to get a moment to cool. 

“It’s so much to get into, really-”

“Please? I don’t mind if you tell me. Unless you don’t want to.” 

“I - okay, I do want to. I just don’t want to bore you with work stuff.”

Your voice couldn’t possibly be boring. “Try me.”

Jimin ate his noodles as Jungkook told him about his day. He was finished eating when Jungkook concluded, “Anyway, long story short, I have to go to Japan for a few days to wrap this deal up in person. It will just be easier that way.”

“Sounds fun,” Jimin replied.

“No way. Even if I get downtime, I can’t do anything with it by myself.”

“Why not? I think the cherries are still blooming, you could go and see. There’s so much to do in Tokyo.”

Jungkook tutted. “I dunno. I just never liked doing things like that by myself, I guess.” There is a pause and Jimin thinks he knows where this is headed, but doesn’t allow his mind to get swept away before he hears it from Jungkook’s mouth. “Hey - I just had a great idea.”

“Oh, did you?” Jimin was playing coy now. 

“You should come with me.”

“Whoa, Jungkook. Are you - are you serious?”

“Right. A friends trip to Japan. Might be boring while I’m in meetings, though.”

“I’d love to come, but-.”

“Good. I’m paying. Text me your email address and I’ll forward the details.”

Jimin chewed his lip. “When?”

“Can we leave Sunday night?”

“Uh…” Jimin thought about his schedule, which he already knew was blank, but he deserved to think it through for a moment anyway. “I think so, yeah.” 

“Great. Text me your email address. I’ll get it booked.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye - wait! Hey, Jimin?”

“Yeah?” Jimin put his phone back to his ear.

“Thank you. You can’t even begin to understand how much better I feel now.”

But Jimin thought he might. He was feeling pretty damn high himself.

 

 

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Jimin was beyond reproach, but still wilted slightly under the look that Namjoon and Jin gave him during their now-official weekly video chat. 

“Jimin-ah, you’re going to Japan with him? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Jin said, voice deep in caution.

“Why not?” Jimin acted aloof, but his friends knew him well enough to know Jimin’s tiniest doubts. 

“Uh, one, you don’t know him very well!” Hoseok held up his pointer finger. 

“I feel like I know him,” Jimin said quietly, looking down from the screen. 

When he glanced back up, Hoseok was holding up two fingers. “Two, it will be expensive and you were just complaining about how you wanted to buy those new shoes for dance and had to wait til you got paid again.”

Jimin was quiet. 

Taehyung let out a low whistle. “Wow. He’s paying for the trip isn’t he?”

Jimin was quiet. 

Hoseok shrieked. “Three! He’s spending hundreds of dollars on you and you barely know him!”

Jimin tutted, “Aish, drop it already, hyung.” His phone chimed with a new email. His plane ticket. 

Hoseok crossed his arms, stuck out his chin. “You know I’m right and that’s why you’re defensive.” 

“Do you even know where you’re going, Jimin-ah?” Namjoon asked, his calm voice bringing the vibe thankfully back toward the ground. 

Jimin held up his phone. “Tokyo.” 

“The cherry blossom festivals are on! Ah, I’m so jealous, I love Tokyo!” Taehyung squealed, and Yoongi gave him a reproachful boyfriend look. Jimin giggled. At least one friend was on his side. “Listen, Jimin-ah, the hyungs are right.” Maybe not. “Are you sure about this? Have - oh my God, we’ve missed something, haven’t we?”

Taehyung had hit the nail on the head and Jimin couldn’t look at his friends. 

“When?” Taehyung already knew, damn it, his best friend knew him too well. 

“A week ago,” Jimin mumbled from behind his hands. 

A week ago and I’m just finding out now, what were you-”

“What am I missing?” Yoongi cut in. 

“Jimin-ah and Jungkook had sex, keep up now, babe-”

“Kim Taehyung!” Jimin burst, seeing the knowing and gleaming looks his friends were giving him now, prickling on his skin even through cameras and computer screens. 

“What? Is that too honest? What did you do then, ‘sleep together’, ‘make love’, or was it just a-”

“Aish, stop it, all of you!” Jimin huffed, and his friends did. “In case any of you have forgotten, I am a grown man that can make my own decisions about who to go on trips with and who I - who I have sex with, thank you very much!” Jimin stares at all of the windows containing his friends and bristles at their scolded looks. “You all need to relax. We’re going for two days, that’s it. I’ll be back on Wednesday morning.” When none of them looked properly convinced, Jimin got angry. “Hey, none of you lectured Joonie and Jin when they moved in together after three weeks!” 

Jin and Namjoon looked unabashed. “Uh, and look at us now, we’ve been together for years , Jimin-ah. We knew it after three weeks, that’s different,” Jin started. 

“How do you know it’s different?” Jimin answered, feeling shy at what he was beginning to admit. 

“You feel that strongly for him?” Taehyung asked seriously. 

“I don’t know, I don’t know!” Jimin covered his face with his palms again. 

“Ah, guys, Jimin-ah is right. He can decide for himself what he wants to do with Jeon Jungkook,” Yoongi put in soothingly. “You can trust your instincts, Jimin. And we’ll always be here for you if they’re off the mark.” 

Jimin wasn’t quite sure if he could trust his instincts with Jungkook, though. It all seemed scrambled, the true north on his compass spinning, directionless. His friends pointed him one way, Jungkook another, his heart and his mind pointing to opposite poles. What was he to do with a broken compass?

 

 

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Their seats were nearest to the front of the plane, and they had extra leg room. Jimin buckled his safety belt and loosened it a little, feeling slightly claustrophobic. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here with me, Jimin-ah,” Jungkook grinned.

“Me neither,” Jimin admitted. There was something swirling in his stomach that he tried to convince himself was related to their plane beginning takeoff. 

“I got us a nice place to stay. You’ll have your own space,” Jungkook’s hand barely brushed over Jimin’s in the tight quarters. “If you want.” 

“I appreciate that. Thank you.” 

The flight was short, and Jimin felt they had just begun to talk properly when the pilot announced their descent. They taxied to their gate, and Jungkook got Jimin’s carry-on for him from above their heads. He took Jimin’s hand when they got into the hangar, and that swoop in Jimin’s stomach returned again. Back on solid ground, he couldn’t pretend it was the plane’s fault.

They got a car to their rental house. Jimin had been expecting a hotel room, but he soon saw what Jungkook had meant when he said that he had his own space. It was expansive, too much for just two people. Jimin had his own bedroom and bathroom down a different hallway altogether than Jungkook’s quarters. 

It was late and Jimin was sleepy. He dressed down and wandered to the living area to find Jungkook. He could hear the shower down the hall, Jungkook’s ensuite, so he checked the fridge. It was fully stocked. He checked the cupboard. Fully stocked. Unsure if this was for them, Jimin helped himself to a water bottle near the back of the fridge. He heard the shower water cease. Jungkook was singing to himself. Jimin imagined him drying off, dressing. Jimin yawned. His brain was buzzing with exhaustion after the traveling and the late night. The past few days had been mentally draining, trying to decide whether he was making the right choice by going on this trip. 

“But here I am,” Jimin mumbled to himself, putting his head down in his arms on the cold marble countertop of the kitchen island. 

He looked up when he heard Jungkook’s bedroom door open. An eager puppy he was, waiting for his master. He could practically feel his tail wagging. 

“Hey,” Jungkook said, smiling easily. He was wearing pajamas. “You hungry? I had food brought in for us.”

Jimin indicated his water. “I’m good. Just tired.”

"You sure? I could make you something," Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. 

"I don't know if I'm intrigued or scared," Jimin giggled.

"Mmm, scared. You should definitely be scared," Jungkook nodded as he told Jimin. "But maybe between the two of us we could cook dinner tomorrow?"

Jimin smiled, pushing a hand through his own locks. "I'd like that very much." The thought of doing something so normal in such an abnormal situation made Jimin feel something special. Almost like desire, only...

"I'll let you get some rest then, if that's what you'd like." 

"Okay," Jimin stood up and walked to Jungkook's side. "Hey, Jungkook-ah?"

"Hmmm?" Jungkook turned on his barstool at the kitchen island. He was facing Jimin, wearing blue plaid pajama pants tied with a string low on his waist and a soft black t-shirt. 

"Thanks for inviting me," Jimin said, stepping into Jungkook's space. A moth to a flame. 

Jungkook opened his legs wider for Jimin to step between them, sliding his hands over Jimin's hips. "Maybe wait until after I'm in meetings all day tomorrow to thank me, hmmm? See if you’re still happy to be here after all of that."

Jimin eased his fingers over the tops of Jungkook's shoulders. The muscle there was taut beneath the fabric, which was as soft to the touch as it looked. Jimin smoothed his hands over the hard planes of Jungkook's shoulder blades, scratching there and enjoying the way Jungkook's head rolled forward onto his chest in apparent relaxation at the light massage. Jimin could feel the tension under the pads of his fingers as he pressed through the knots in Jungkook's shoulders. 

"I'll be fine, Jungkook-ah. Going to see the cherry blossoms, remember? I don't mind going alone, there’s plenty to see. I’ll be busy, too."

Jimin slept fitfully, feeling cold and alone for the night. His morning shower warmed him up, and when he padded to the kitchen for breakfast, he found a coffee, still steaming, with a note from Jungkook. 

 

 

Sorry, Jimin-ah, had to leave early. Hope you have a lovely day exploring Tokyo, text or call if you need anything.
Your good friend,
JK 

 

 

Jimin went to two different parks while Jungkook worked. He grabbed lunch alone and wandered through the pink blossoms with a coffee in hand, feeling free. There was a side street filled with cafes and little shops and Jimin stuck his head into a couple of them. When he returned back to their rental house it was with a full heart and a small bag of assorted trinkets he had bought his friends. And one he had bought for Jungkook. 

He got home early and searched through the fridge, pulling ingredients for supper. His heart stuttered when he heard the front door open, and Jungkook was pulling his exhausted-looking body over the threshold. 

“Hi,” Jimin breathed out, feeling suddenly shy as Jungkook grinned at the sight of him. 

“Hey, you,” Jungkook put his bags down, pulling Jimin to him by the waist. “I feel like I could get used to coming home from work to you.” 

Jimin rolled his head into Jungkook’s neck. His heart was skipping way too many beats. 

“I’m that good a friend?” Jimin pulled back, catching Jungkook’s smiling eyes. 

“That good,” Jungkook affirmed. 

A moment later, their lips are locked. Jungkook backed Jimin slowly into the kitchen, not leaving his mouth. Jimin squealed as his back hit the kitchen island. 

“Sorry,” Jungkook said against Jimin’s cheek, “I got carried away there for a second.” Jungkook peeked over Jimin’s shoulder. “Looks like you’re already getting supper started, hyung.” 

“Mmhmm,” Jimin confirmed. “There’s way too much food here. We have some serious eating to do tonight.” 

After cooking and eating, they stumbled to the living room, bellies full to bursting and bodies weary. Jimin’s feet were resting on Jungkook’s lap, the two of them splayed out on the couch. Jungkook had washed up and changed, and he smelled and looked so delicious that Jimin could forget how full he was if he was to be offered a hearty serving of Jungkook. 

“Did you have a good day, Jimin-hyung?” Jungkook asked, taking Jimin’s socked foot in his hands and starting to massage. 

“I had an amazing day. Every minute has been perfect. And I think you’re a better chef than you were letting on.”

“I had lots of fun cooking with you, hyung,” Jungkook replied, chuckling at Jimin’s moan of delight with his foot rub. 

“If you fail as a businessman you can become my personal masseuse,” Jimin sighed out, closing his eyes at the wonderful pressure of Jungkook’s hands. 

“I can do both, hyung.” 

Jimin remained in a half-sleep as Jungkook massaged over his feet, up his calves. The feeling was so peaceful, such bliss being under Jungkook’s strong hands. Not that that was a new sensation. Jimin was more than aware of Jungkook’s talented touch.

Jimin’s eyes flew open as he recalled his gift for Jungkook. “I got you something today. Let me get it, be right back.” 

Jimin hurried to his room, returning with the little cardboard box from the gift shop. “It’s just little, but - I really loved it and it reminded me of you.” 

Jungkook gazed at Jimin fondly, easing the box open. He carefully removed the jewelry from within. A single cherry blossom, etched into a round, matte silver pendant. 

“It’s beautiful,” Jungkook said, swallowing. “Thank you, hyung. You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“I know. I wanted to, Jungkook-ah.” 

A pause took over then, the air as thick as it ever was between them. Then Jungkook cleared his throat. 

“Hey, it’s been a long day. I should have more time tomorrow evening, and we have some time before our flight the day after. Tomorrow morning is a big meeting for me, though, and I should get some sleep.” 

“Of course. Sleep well, friend.” 

Jimin stood, awkwardly smoothing his pants. They surveyed each other, Jimin unsure of how to proceed, whether he should kiss Jungkook again or hug him or just turn around and go to his bedroom. The decision was made for him as Jungkook pressed his lips into a thin line, whispered goodnight, and floated away to his room, pendant in hand. 

Jimin didn’t last long this time, alone in his bed. He listened to Jungkook in the restroom, listened to the house grow quiet as Jungkook presumably climbed under his own covers. Jimin began to count sheep, but after 500 he threw the covers off of his body and gave into what he felt was the inevitable. 

“Jungkook-ah?” Jimin whispered into the night, toward Jungkook’s silhouette in his bed. 

“Jimin-ah?” Jungkook sat up. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is okay. But - can I sleep in your bed?” 

Jungkook stirred slightly under his fluffy blankets. Jimin stepped a bit closer, leaning over, the better for Jungkook to see that he was only in his boxers. 

“Please? I’m too lonely in that big old bed across the house, all by myself…” 

“Aish, come on, hyung,” Jungkook said. 

Jungkook was clearly trying to sound disgruntled as he lifted the covers for Jimin to crawl in, but failed miserably as he gathered Jimin into his arms with a fond sigh. Jimin fell asleep wondering what tomorrow would bring, the fears and doubts of yesterday long forgotten. He was meant to be here. He was meant to be here in Tokyo, in this house, in Jungkook’s bed. Jimin couldn’t explain it, but he knew it was true.

 

 

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