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Jimin woke up in the universities infirmary after what felt like days. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a chance to relax and enjoy sleep.
He let his mind wander briefly before attempting to move his lifeless body.
Jungkook's face flashed across his groggy mind just before his eyes fluttered open.
He looked around to see if there was any trace of Jungkook.
Maybe he'd just dreamt it all?
Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Still, with one look to his right, his worries melted away the second Jimin laid his eyes on the person that had been plaguing his mind for over a decade, and a soft sigh escaped his lips.
Jungkook was sprawled out on a chair sleeping next to Jimin's bed. His long limbs making the chair look exceptionally small for his stature.
Jimin took his time appreciating the sleeping younger now that he felt more like himself rather than when Jungkook carried him into the infirmary so he could rest before actually taking him to his dorm.
The younger still looked so much like when they were small, but simultaneously, he looked completely different.
Jungkook couldn't feel the stare on him, still in a deep sleep during his nap, but he unconsciously moved the arm propped up on Jimin's bed and reached out.
A small chuckle escaped Jimin's lips so effortlessly, just like when he used to be in the presence of the younger all those years ago.
He decided to end the sleeping boy's search by gingerly sliding his palm under Jungkook's bigger one to see if the younger one had been searching for that.
He got an answer right away when the larger hand completely enveloped his smaller one. At the same time, Jungkook squirmed in his chair until he found a better position.
Jimin wanted to laugh once more but was stopped when the younger fluttered his eyes open and looked straight into Jimin's.
The latter was lying on his side, sub-concisely having turned towards Jungkook once he'd woken up a few minutes ago.
"...Hi..." Jimin whispered, his eyes prickly now that he was looking straight into Jungkook's sweet chocolate-coloured ones. Jungkook looked straight into Jimin's eyes and really looked at him.
When Jimin had uttered a small 'hi' to him, he didn't know what to do with himself. Jimin's voice was still exactly how he remembered it.
So sweet and soft.
The slight lisp was still there, and Jungkook started tearing up. Memories of when they were small and used to talk endlessly with each other came flooding back to him.
Jungkook had actually woken up when he thought he'd heard Jimin's laugh while he was napping. Still, he thought he was having one of those bittersweet dreams again, where he'd woken up only to remember that Jimin was gone. Although, this time, when he'd woken up, Jimin was there, a small smile gracing his full lips and almond-shaped eyes looking straight into his.
The light filtered from the far window in the small infirmary somehow managed to make Jimin look even more endearing and angelic while lying on the bed. As a cause of this, two small tears escaped Jungkook's eyes. He couldn't help it. His childhood best friend and first love were genuinely alive.
He was safe.
He was here.
Jimin, having seen Jungkook's tears squeezed his hand to try and reassure him that he was there. That this wasn't a dream.
"I'm here, Kookie." Jimin whispered again, his small thumb caressing Jungkook's hand.
After swallowing the sob that threatened to climb up and out of his throat Jungkook slowly moved forward. Hand still holding Jimin's, he pulled the smaller slightly towards him.
Jimin, having felt the tug, started squirming towards Jungkook. The arm on the bed moved to grab Jungkook to help pull him closer.
Jimin would be lying if he said he wasn't scared of Jungkook rejecting him once he told him everything. He knew he'd eventually have to tell him. Jungkook just made him want to talk. He made it so easy for Jimin to love him.
Loving him was the most natural thing. Jimin, even after all these years, hadn't been able to stop or give him up. Jungkook is his person. He knows it. No one has and will ever touch his heart and make him smile as Jungkook has.
Jungkook was his home.
The mattress dipped due to Jungkook's weight when he put his right knee on the bed while pulling and holding Jimin to place him in a sitting position so they could face each other. Once they were both sitting properly, Jungkook kept his hold on the left side of Jimin's waist while they kept looking at each other.
Jungkook knew he should have the courage to say something like when they were on the rooftop, but once the adrenaline had subsided, so had his courage. Two small shaky hands made contact with Junkook's cheeks, cupping his face.
"Kookie? Why won't you talk to me?" Jimin whispered while moving closer to Jungkook so the other couldn't look away. Jimin was incredibly scared Jungkook had only said all those words to him a few hours ago because he'd panicked.
Part of him knew he was being stupid, and Jungkook had been sincere with his feelings for the older. Still, a more prominent part told him Jungkook was repulsed by what he saw before him.
With that thought in mind, Jimin averted his eyes and looked at his lap to hide his tears while pulling his hands away.
"Please don't!" Jungkook hastily said while gently grabbing hold of Jimin's delicate wrists. Jimin flinched lightly before shivering from how Jungkook had started massaging the inner side of his wrists with his thumbs. Placing Jimin's palms on his face again, sighing in contentment at the feeling of his soft palms against his skin.
"I'm sorry I took so long, Jimin…I looked for you every day. The moment I found out the truth about your parents, I started searching and reading all the news articles I could get my hands on from when I was six all the way up to last year. I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything. I watched him take you away, and I couldn't do anything! I couldn't even protect you." Jungkook's voice was shaking, but he powered through it.
His body shook with the sorrow he felt from being separated from Jimin and his rage for Jimin's parents. He loathed their existence.
The only good thing they've ever done was bring Jimin into this world, yet even then, they didn't take care of or love him the way he deserved. Jungkook vowed he'd give Jimin all the love he had and then some. He'd never make Jimin cry or break him.
Jimin was meant to be protected and loved.
"Th-thank you….." Jimin whispered, voice cracking and shaky. The younger, not having noticed he was thinking out loud, widened his eyes at the realization that he'd just confessed yet again in the lamest way possible.
He might just give the finishing blow.
He let go of one of Jimin's wrists, whose hands had started to stroke his face. Absentmindedly outlining his cheeks, brows, nose, forehead, and jaw but never his lips.
Jungkook's right hand took hold of Jimin's chin, tilting his head slowly up so he could say what he wanted to say while looking into Jimin's eyes. He wanted Jimin to see that he was being serious. That he was here to stay. He'd never let anyone else touch or take Jimin from him. He'll make sure Jimin is safe.
"All I wanted was you, Jimin. All my life, I've loved only you. No one has ever come close to you. It's always been you."
Jimin's lip started wobbling, eyes blinking away tears. Jimin broke out in sobs for the second time that day, and Jungkook scooped him up and cradled him in his arms. Jimin clutched onto Jungkook's hoodie-covered back, head buried in his neck.
"All I ever wanted was you as well… You kept me going, Kookie…I thought I'd never see you again…." Jimin said through his sobs and paper-thin voice.
They finally had each other in their arms after years of hopeless love.
Jungkook kept rocking them back and forth. Whispering I love you into Jimin's endearing pink bed hair and smiling when Jimin whined that he wanted to lay back down.
That was how Yoongi and Hoseok found them.
They could only see Jungkook at first, but after further searching -frantically on Yoongi's part- they found Jimin tucked into Jungkook's chest. At the same time, the younger had his arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer every time he felt the older squirm or make a noise in his sleep.
Yoongi had to admit they looked cute.
Jimin had to know this guy if he let himself be cuddled like that.
Deciding not to disturb their sleep potently, Hoseok strolled to the chair where he'd last seen Jungkook sitting before leaving with Yoongi and placed a bag with some sandwiches and desserts they'd been able to scavenge out around the universities vending machines.
A slight tug at Hoseok's jacket made him look at Yoongi, but the other only continued to pull him towards the door. A small smile made its way across Yoongi's face when he turned back to look at the bed where his best friend was sleeping soundly, and a calming feeling washed over him. Jimin seemed so peaceful and content whenever Jungkook nudged him closer when he started squirming.
Fuck they're so cute…..
"Let's give them some space. I'm sure they need it." Yoongi said while sliding the door to the infirmary closed and instantly walking away.
"That's probably best…So what are we gonna do now?" Hoseok said while making sure not to stand so close to Yoongi since he didn't want the other to feel pressured into answering.
"I left some stuff in the studio from when…you know…earlier, and I need to go get it, so…do you perhaps...want to come?" Yoongi tried to sound nonchalant, but Hoseok could tell the other was trying to be friendly and break the ice, so Hoseok just looked at him with a smile stretching his face. That seemed to do the trick because, just then, Hoseok witnessed something extraordinary.
Yoongi's porcelain doll-like lips smiled at him, it wasn't as big as Hoseok's, but they looked so sweet that Hoseok's brain short-circuited, and his stomach flipped.
A small voice in his head told him he was the reason for it, and that just made him melt inside and grin like an idiot while they made their way to the studio Yoongi had been using a few hours ago.
"So, how did you meet Jimin?" Hoseok asked after the silence had stretched for a beat too long.
“When I was 12…we grew up together…” Yoongi said. His dainty hands squirmed around, trying to find something to avoid this situation he's always dreaded.
"Oh! So you're childhood friends! That's so cool!" Hoseok said, sending a sweet and calming smile towards Yoongi.
Yoongi missed a step as they descended the stairs and felt all air leave his lungs.
Just when he screwed his eyes shut, bracing for the impact, it didn't come. Instead, he felt pressure across his stomach, trying to stop Yoongi from possibly breaking his nose.
Warmth.
That was what Yoongi felt. Just that. He just wanted to curl up and melt into this warm feeling taking over his body.
"Are you ok!" Hoseok frantically asked while helping Yoongi to stand appropriately.
Yoongi just nodded and started walking off, trying to hide his burning cheeks, heart beating too fast for his liking, especially when he knew it had nothing to do with the fact he could've just broken his nose when he tripped.
They'd been walking for hours, but that was just Yoongi's perception since he'd utterly broken down in front of Hoseok a few hours ago.
Both boys were arriving at the studio when they spotted Namjoon a few doors down, trying to decide whether to unlock the door before him.
Both boys wanted to ask what was wrong but decided against it and slipped inside the small studio unnoticed.
Namjoon had been replaying the events that had unfolded throughout the last 2 hours since he'd dragged Jin into the studio he was now standing in front of again.
All Namjoon had been able to register when he saw the person he'd been crushing on for the past year being pulled into the arms of another and forcefully taken advantage of.
Namjoon saw red.
The next second all he could hear was the buzzing in his ears, and the puffs of air Jin was letting out from where he'd been cornered on the inside of the studio's door.
They couldn't see each other thoroughly in the almost non-existent light. That was what gave Namjoon the courage to finally snap.
Just like the night he'd placed himself between Jin's legs and trapped the older one under him.
Namjoon followed his gut, this time in the comfort of the darkness instead of alcohol.
He could sense Jin slightly shiver and moan when Namjooon placed his right hand in Jin's soft strands and then on the small of the older's back to pull him impossibly closer so he could really feel how much Jin craved for him.
Two sets of plump lips crashed into each other like tidal waves hit the shore, unable to resist the pull any longer.
Stumbling into the studio, Namjoon unbuttoned Jin's loose dress shirt and belt buckle before propping the other on the counter next to the electric piano.
He couldn't control himself anymore. He was done trying to ignore the apparent tension and feelings they both had for each other.
A low moan escaped Namjoon's lips when Jin scooted closer, seeking the friction he'd missed since that fateful night on his couch.
"Jin, you better stop, or I'm gonna throw your legs over my shoulders right now," Namjoon whispered huskily in Jin's left ear while nibbling on his neck. The response was almost instant, with Jin moaning from the drag of Namjoon's tongue on his neck and the images appearing in his mind of him bent in half, completely open for Namjoon to see just how good he would make him feel.
"Please." That was all Jin could say while tugging at Namjoons belt buckle.
"Are you sure?" Namjoon reluctantly moved his mouth away from Jin's collarbones to look straight into Jin's lust-filled eyes, and he knew the answer already. He knew he probably was looking at the older the same way.
"Always. From the moment I crashed into you over a year ago and even more when you pushed me down on my couch. Fuck, it was so hot, please, Joon. I need it. I'm tired of using my hand. I wanna feel you. All of you." Jin rambled in a breathy voice, hoping he'd not misinterpreted everything before, and hoped Namjoon felt the same way.
"Fuck, Jin, how can I say no when you look like this. After watching you come in my hand, I've wanted nothing more than to repeatedly see you getting lost in pleasure." Namjoon said while swiftly pulling Jin's shirt off him and pulling the other's jeans and boxers down, leaving him completely naked on the desk.
Namjoon could only release a shaky breath while taking off his shirt, knowing he'll probably be making a mess of the other and make him cry like last time.
The image of the guy that had touched Jin flashed across his mind, and all he could do was pull Jin by his thighs so his back was now lying on the cold table. Hole twitching from having his legs spread out and air hitting the place he desperately wanted Namjoon to fill.
"I have no lube, so I'll just have to lick you open." Namjoon smirked, forcing Jin's legs to almost touch his chest so he could adequately run his fingers over Jin's small twitching hole, making the latter choke on a moan and whine.
The sadistic side of Namjoon really wanted to make Jin scream, and cry his name out, so everyone knew who was causing Jin to lose his sanity.
Thoughts of Jin crying out his name made a shiver run down his body, and he couldn't wait any longer.
The second Namjoon's tongue licked from Jin's balls to his hole, Jin had already started slightly shaking from the wet sensation of Namjoons tongue on such a private part he'd only touch when his dreams with the other got too explicit and merely jacking off couldn't sate the heat growing and spreading in his gut.
Namjoon continued his ministrations on Jin, noticing little to no restraint from Jin's hole when he pushed his tongue inside, slowly fucking into him while Jin bit his lips. Tears brimming in his eyelashes from how Namjoon probably realized he wasn't as tight as he'd thought.
"Jin." Namjoons raspy voice made its way to Jin's ears, dick twitching and precum oozing out of him.
"Did you play with yourself before coming to school?" Namjoon slowly asked, face just inches from Jin's hole, tongue going back to probe into his hole and sucking harshly on his rim, index finger probing and slightly stretching Jin. Still, no restraint was met again when he plunged his finger inside. Jin let out a silent scream from the sudden feeling of Namjoon's finger moving and stirring his insides while massaging his walls.
"Answer me, Jin." Namjoon emphasized his words by roughly thrusting his finger in and out of Jiin.
His other hand grabbed one of Jin's ass cheeks and spread it more so he could see Jin swallowing his finger greedily while trying to drag it back.
Namjoon added a second finger, focussing his eyes solely on Jin's face, staring at Jin's bitten red lips, mouth unable to hold back his moans at feeling Namjoon's fingers stretching him but still wanting more.
"Jin." Namjoon stopped moving his fingers, instead harshly curling them where he'd thought Jin's prostate would be.
The moment he touched the spongy gland, Jin almost screamed at the jolt he felt, dick twitching sporadically from the overwhelming feeling of Namjoon digging into his prostate.
"Are you gonna answer me, or would you rather I leave you like this?"
The reaction was immediate when Namjoon started taking his fingers out of him.
"No, no, no, no, no, please, Namjoon, no. Don't stop, please. I'm sorry I- I- I did. I played with myself while thinking of you. Always thinking of you doing this to me. I've wanted this so bad. I couldn't take it and ended up fingering myself this morning while showering. I wished it was you whenever I'd cum and opened my eyes." Jin blabbered and whined, tears forming in his eyes from his embarrassment.
He started covering his eyes and almost sobbing cause Namjoon probably thought he was some loose slut and wouldn't want anything to do with him, but what he didn't expect was the soft hand caressing his waist while the other stroked his hair.
"Jinnie. Look at me, please? You don't know how much that turned me on. You are the most beautiful person I've seen, and the fact that you were playing with your hole while thinking of only me makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world. Fuck, Jin, I love you so much." Namjoon said, and Jin only now noticed how Namjoon's dick was free from his slacks and rubbing up and down Jin's hole, sometimes catching on the rim when Namjoon spread his hole with his thumb, making Jin's thighs quiver. Still, new tears formed when he realized what Namjoon had just said.
"You love me?" his voice shaky, tears falling from his fluttering lashes.
"Always did." Namjoon whispered, and it felt so soft compared to what Namjoon did the next moment.
He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He'd finally confessed to Jin.
The love and lust he felt crashed against each other inside him, making Namjoon feel even hornier when Jin opened his mouth.
"I love you too."
With that, Namjoon pumped his cock in his hand, moaning at the slight relief it brought him while he spread his precum. Noticing Jin's hungry eyes while watching him slightly jerk off, he could only smirk at the older who'd managed to sneak his hand to his twitching hole, scissoring himself, moaning and lightly panting, hopping to stretch himself faster so Namjoon could finally end his misery.
"Namjoon. Please just- I'm ready. Fuck me." Jin's breathy voice and quiet moans were enough for Namjoon to pull Jin's hand out of himself, earning a slight whine cut short the moment he'd felt the head of Namjoon's cock teasing and slowly easing inside him.
"Oh fuck." Jin could only say once Namjoon bottomed out while grabbing the back of Jin's knees and pulling out almost entirely before thrusting painstakingly slow to allow Jin to get used to the size and try to relax the vice grip the older had on his cock.
"Relax, baby. Let me show you how good I can make you feel." Namjoon stilled, balls deep, inside Jin and cradled the side of his face to angle his head so he could feel his lips and hopefully convey how much he loved the person trembling under him.
Jin was sure he was slowly losing his mind to the feel of Namjoon's raw dick inside him. Nothing to separate them. A side of him curled up in bliss at how he could feel all of the veins on Namjoon's dick dragging and shaping his insides.
Boy, did he shape his insides.
Minutes started blurring together when Jin relaxed. Namjoon started a deeper thrust until Jin came undone but kept telling him to continue loving the overstimulation.
They weren't sure how long they'd been tangled in each other's moans and groans, but one thing was sure.
They'd need a lot of scrubbing from how sloppy Jin's hole had become, dripping with cum after having Namjoon cum inside him three times.
His legs were shaking, but the moment Namjoon had sat on the couch completely naked, Jin couldn't do anything but crawl and lie next to him, propped on one of Namjoon's thighs so he could lick and suck his length as he'd seen on those videos he'd been studying from. Still, he didn't expect Namjoon's slight thrusts into his mouth. Jin could only drool and try to relax his throat; just like this, Namjoon fucked Jin's mouth, right hand tangled in Jin's soft hair while his left sneaked under Jin to tug at Jin's half-hard dick.
The older moaned and whined around Namjoon's cock, now too sensitive from the blowjob he'd received while being fingered on one of the tables they'd been fucking on just five minutes ago.
The sensation was getting too painful, but Jin didn't have the heart to tell Namjoon to stop, so he let him do what he wanted.
They lost themselves in each other's eyes and voices. At the same time, Namjoon would eat him out, fuck and finger him until all he could manage was a dry orgasm while twitching around Namjoon's pulsing cock and crying from the painful stimulation. He'd passed out a few minutes later while cuddling on Namjoon's lap.
Namjoon's cock was still inside him, but he didn't have the willpower to move an inch off it.
Sticky bodies touching and heartbeats finally calming.
He'd felt Namjoon move him into a comfortable position while whispering sweet poems he'd made just for the older to hear.
A soft smile played on Namjoon's face. All the while, he'd quickly dressed to find something to clean them and the studio with.
He'd slipped out and locked the room for only a few moments, having found the cleaning supplies in his small office and baby wipes.
He usually had them for occasions if he'd filled his coffee way too much, and it ended up splashing everywhere. Still, he'd used some to quickly clean himself up once inside the studio. Gingerly he wiped every inch of Jin's body, careful with Jin's still overly sensitive soft dick and puffy rim, which had made Jin's face twist in slight discomfort when he'd cleaned him.
Still, Namjoon couldn't bring it to himself to regret anything he'd done because Jin had cried out every time for more, never letting Namjoon down when he'd tell the other to cum and especially how adorable Jin had looked when he'd dry orgasmed before passing out.
"Man, I'm whipped..."
They both were, but that's ok. They finally resolved the tension that had been building up and would never let each other go again.
A door closing to his right made Namjoon stop remembering what crazy afternoon he'd had.
He unlocked the studio door hoping not to wake up the now clean and dressed Jin, who'd still been sleeping but fluttered his eyes open when he heard the door open and close before listening to the lock. Then he rolled to his other side to see Namjoon holding a bag with food.
"Hey..."
"Hi..."
To say Taehyung was confused was an understatement.
He'd spent the last couple of hours searching for his group of friends, looking for Hoseok and Namjoon, knowing for a fact that it was useless trying his brother because he was probably with Namjoon.
After connecting the dots of Jungkook's reaction to the picture Taehyung had taken impulsively, he'd packed his cameras and memory cards while texting Hoseok since he knew the older would probably respond quicker since he hadn't had any classes that morning.
He quickly responded to Taehyung's urgent texts to meet him in the photography classroom. Yet, after waiting over an hour, Taehyung knew something had happened.
After his fruitless search, he'd gotten distracted by the weather outside and decided to test some new lenses since everyone agreed they didn't want to pick up their phones.
That was how he napped under the same trees he'd shot those insanely familiar guys from while listening to his slow jazz playlist.
Just when he'd thought everyone had forgotten his existence, his phone vibrated with a text.
Taehyung read it and bolted for the studio room Hoseok said he was in.
Loud obnoxious knocking killed the calm atmosphere Hoseok and Yoongi had managed to make after having shared their different tastes in music which weren't all that different.
Hoseok sighed and stood up after showing an apologetic smile to the smaller one next to him, who could only shrug and continue to listen to the song he'd been mixing before the knocking outside had made him jump out of his skin.
A tall boy walked in, and Yoongi tried in vain not to tense at the unfamiliar figure inside his space.
He remembered the redhead vaguely from a while back when Jimin had passed out on him. Still, since then, Yoongi has been feeling more on edge, worrying about Jimin that he couldn't see or worry about anyone other than him.
"My God, Hoseok, I've been trying to get a hold of you for so fucking long!" Taehyung sighed in frustration while sitting down on the studio's couch.
"What's up? You said you wanted to talk to me about something?" Hoseok said while going to Taehyug's side and patting his head as a sign of apology.
"Since you guys didn't answer, I did some digging." Taehyung said while wiggling his eyebrows.
"Turns out Jimin goes to our school. The boy Jungkook's been talking about is THE Jimin from the dance department. Jungkook freaked the fuck out when he saw a picture that I took and ran out, that was when I noticed who it was, but I couldn't find Jungkook anywhere." Taehyung ended with a frown and a pout on his face.
Hoseok blinked before laughing.
"Tae..... you're so late, honestly....we already know that. Jimin and Jungkook already met up again. Well...not in the best circumstances, but... they'll get there." Hoseok could only smile fondly at remembering Jimin tucked between Jungkook's arms, looking calm and peaceful.
They were already too fucking cute.
Taehyung demanded to know all the details after his brain started working again. That was how they continued their evening. Hoseok introduced Taehyung to Yoongi and kept the smaller in conversation.
Soon enough, the three had a calm atmosphere while Taehyung practised a new Jazz cover on his saxophone.
They slowly packed up and stretched out their sore backs. At the same time, Taehyung whinnied about being hungry and inviting himself over to Hoseok's house for dinner, which the older could only roll his eyes at while asking if Yoongi wanted to join in and order pizza with the two.
Yoongi could only stare dumbly at Hoseok's blinding sunshine smile before trying to quickly refuse the invitation but ending up getting dragged by both boys to Hoseok's house.
Weeks progressed, and Namjoon finally decided to quit his job at the university when a music label scouted him out after listening to his second mixtape on SoundCloud, which he'd been so scared to show the world. Nevertheless, all the worry in the world hadn't stopped his now newly labelled boyfriend from logging onto his account and releasing it for him. This'd earned him a spanking, but not like Jin had complained.
Yoongi's smile had started showing more. This could be attributed to Hoseok's contagious laughs, unconsciously searching for him in the crowds.
Meeting up at the studios.
Disagreeing with each other, and Yoongi saying they had to hold hands for 5 minutes.
Hoseok stared at him, amused but searching for an explanation, which had come in the form of a completely blushing and stuttering mess called Yoongi before telling him that's what he and Jimin used to do when they were small.
That was the first time they held hands.
Shy glances, small smiles, clammy hands.
They held hands for the rest of the afternoon.
Hands resting on thighs to get each other's attention when they worked on music.
Jimin, over the weeks, had slowly started eating a bit more.
Jungkook, always the ever-patient person, let him eat at his own pace, even if it took minutes to chew just one bite.
Those moments Jimin had started to cherish.
Especially the way Jungkook would hold his hand and play with his fingers to try and make him aware that he wouldn't be going anywhere.
Jimin believed that how Jungkook touched his hand was the equivalent of him touching and calming his soul.
Trying to mend it with each slight caress.
The younger had once again started his old habit of always chasing the smaller around. Although, this time, he'd always bring cut-up apples with bunny shapes just so he could see Jimin's eyes sparkling like the prettiest jewels and hear his sugary sweet laughs while munching on the tiny treats.
During these moments, they would never forget the few times he'd been able to visit Jungkook's house when they were small. Jungkook's mum would cut them up since Jimin had once shyly told her how the younger boy looked like a fluffy bunny he'd once seen at a small pet shop.
Everything would remind him of Jungkook at that age and especially now. Regardless, now every reminder made his heart flutter with warmth and smile bigger.
Two weeks later, Jimin found himself before a small group of children.
More precisely, his regular dance class.
Screeching little girls gripped Jimin's legs, excited to see their pretty-eyed teacher again for another year. All Jimin could do was coo and cuddle each of them against his chest so he could squeeze extra giggles out of them even more.
Jimin always loved kids. He wanted to make them happy and support them as much as possible. He just wanted to be the support he'd once needed.
The cherry-blossom pink-haired boy had finally started to heal and move forward with his life. All thanks to a certain someone.
Just as the image of sparkling doe eyes and bunny smiles popped up in his mind, so did a head of silky brown hair inside the current studio Jimin had been working in with the kids.
Jimin could only laugh at how adorably lost Jungkook looked while searching for his face in the middle of the small gathered crowd.
"I'm here, Kookie!" Said Jimin waving him over while maintaining his kneeled position in front of some of the little ballerinas and fixing their cute tutus and buns.
This task proved harder than expected since they all looked too adorable for Jimin to pass out the chance to tickle them and have a laughing fit when all the tiny ballerinas ganged up on him to pinch and tickle his neck.
Jungkook desperately didn't want to shatter this moment, so he leaned up to one of the far walls where the stereo had been situated and swooned every time a new laugh or giggle escaped Jimin's plump lips and his eyes and nose scrunched up in the most angelic way.
Ten minutes later, all the children had taken different spaces around the studio in pairs and helped each other stretch. At the same time, Jimin bounced around and guided them into their current position.
"Teacher Jiminie is that your friend?" A little round-cheeked girl said while giggling and pointing at Jungkook, who felt his face burn with all the attention now directed at him.
"Sure is, honey! How about we all give him a warm welcome!" Jimin said, trying not to giggle at the determination that flared up in the little girl's eyes.
Nothing could have prepared Jungkook for the determination of ten children combined.
All were trying to hug Jungkook at the same time, causing the other to roll around with laughter while the younger could only fend for himself until he started throwing them around in the air and twirling the small kids so the little girls would feel like cute ballerinas and princesses and the boys could feel like they were flying.
All this stopped once Jimin recovered from his laughing fit and gasped at just how high Jungkook was throwing his students in the air.
"Kookie! What are you doing? You could hurt my babies!" Jimin exclaimed while rushing to grab the kid that was just about to be thrown in the air.
"Come on, teacher Jiminie we were having fun!" one of the little girls whined with puppy eyes that went straight to Jimin's heart.
"What about if he joins in with us!" Jungkook said with a predatory glint in his eyes that may have made Jimin slightly shiver, and his tiny toes curl.
That was until he understood what was about to happen when Jungkooks hands tightened up on his trim waist and threw him in the air.
"Jungkook! Stop! You're gonna drop me!" Jimin said just as Jungkook grabbed him, only to start twirling him around until Jimin was a laughing mess, both panting and looking into each other's eyes.
The taller slowly came to a stop with Jimin cuddled to his chest. Letting the smaller slide down his body, never breaking their eye contact. Jungkook's hands on Jimin's hips tightened, making Jimin gasp slightly. His heart speeding up and leaning on Jungkook's chest.
Their moment was broken when the girls started squealing and saying they looked like they were going to kiss, both startling and breaking away, blushing.
Jungkook scurried away and sat near one of the corners of the room for a bit to try and calm his heart at how shameless he was being while in front of so many innocent souls...but no matter how much he wanted to keep himself busy and not eat Jimin up, he just couldn't.
He could never keep his eyes from staring at Jimin's body.
Jimin was his. Always had been. Although he could cuddle up to him as much as he desired, it wasn't enough.
A need to confirm that this enchanting soul was his to love never left his head. The need to mark and defile him just never left him alone.
Don't get him wrong, he wanted to make Jimin happy and love him for the rest of his existence and into their next lives. He truly believed that Jimin was it for him. The only person that could touch his soul and calm his inner demons just like he knew he was that to Jimin.
The lesson slowly passed like that.
Hearts beating faster, burning eyes meeting molten ones, blush high on Jimin's cheeks when Jungkook took his hoodie off at the end of the session after the kids had all been picked up by their parents but never forgetting to give hugs to their sweet pink haired teacher.
Jimin really started to feel at peace with everything that happened in his life, especially since Jungkook made a grand entrance back into it.
Jimin was genuinely starting to love himself.
His thoughts stopped once Jungkooks strong hands grabbed his hips and slowly pushed him into his chest.
"Minnie... let's dance for a bit..." Jungkook whispered into Jimin's sensitive ear, only making Jimin gasp when Jungkooks massaged his lower back with his thumb, making Jimin arch his shoulders and head into Jungkooks chest, swiftly changing the songs on the stereo with the remote.
A slow beat started vibrating and pulsing throughout the dance studio. All that could be seen was body rolls and teasing eyes staring at each other through the slightly fogged-up glasses like a dream that felt too good to be true.
This thought crossed Jungkooks mind, hands tightening on instinct on Jimin's hip, which hadn't left his grip since the music started.
All Jimin could do was shiver at the treatment and the feel of Jungkook's body heat on his back while their bodies rolled and moved together.
Jimin's face was a blushing mess, and his body could only tremble in Jungkook's stable grip.
Jungkook was lost in Jimin's molten eyes and tantalizing hips that he almost missed the whine that escaped through plush lips.
Jungkook couldn't control himself anymore.
His restraint broke, and what else could he do other than swiftly spin Jimin around and pull him up by his hips until Jimin's legs were around his waist. He could finally grasp onto Jimin's ass.
"Kookie... what's happening...." Jimin whispered into the space between their lips, not knowing if he should stare into the taller's eyes or at his soft pink lips that had been driving Jimin crazy for the past two weeks, if not ever.
"I've said it before, but let me take care of you, Jimin. Please let me be there for you until we take our last breath and breathe into our next lives. I promise I will never leave your side or make you hurt. Be mine, and I'll treasure you until the end of time and more." Jungkook uttered only centimetres from Jimin's plush lips and secured Jimin's back against the mirror.
The tiny dancer's eyes were tearing up, and his body was shivering from emotions. Maybe Jungkook was reading too much into it, and the glass was too cold for the smaller's heated skin.
"I'm yours... I've always been yours. How could I not be your's Jungkook? All I want is to be happy, and you bring so much happiness into my existence until all I can feel is love and warmth. Jungkook I...I love you...I always have, and I always will." With small trembling hands Jimin reached up and cupped Jungkooks cheeks.
Trembling lips met, and the world slipped away.
Kissing Jungkook felt like coming home.
Kissing Jimin felt like finally belonging.
The empty gap inside their heart overflowed and dripped into their insides, setting them up in flames.
Jungkooks hands on Jimin's ass held on tighter. They pulled him closer till they were flush against each other, and Jimin's body was trapped between the mirror and Jungkooks muscled torso.
Little gasps and whines slipped out of Jimins mouth and straight into Jungkooks awaiting lips, making them shiver and pull each other closer.
The taller dug his fingers into Jimin's ass just to hear more, taking advantage to shyly nip and lick at Jimin's lips, who opened his mouth slowly until their tongues met in a slow dance.
The older's hand caressed Jungkooks neck while the other grasped onto Jungkooks ruffled hair making the younger groan.
The youngest was trying to take it slow, not wanting to scare Jimin or make him regret anything he was doing, but God, his breathy moans, the small whines, Jimin's strawberry shampoo, everything was only fuelling Jungkooks lust.
Then Jimin started massaging Jungkooks scalp.
Tiny fingers clutching and unclutching every time the taller would suck on his tongue.
Jimin's hips stuttered upwards, trying to get a bit of relief while undressing Jungkook quickly of his white t-shirt and chucking it away just so he could feel Jungkooks skin under his sweaty palms.
Jungkook couldn't take it anymore.
With his hands sliding to Jimin's thighs, he pulled his legs further up, making Jimin moan at Jungkooks strength until finally, Jungkook started rutting and thrusting into Jimin.
Jimin threw his head back, letting out breathy moans while Jungkook started sucking and biting at Jimin's neck, leaving angry red bruises behind.
Jimin turned into a whining mess in Jungkooks arms but still thrusting down onto Jungkooks hips to get the friction that both of them desperately needed.
Jimin's constant whines snaped Jungkook out of it making him freeze up and slide Jimin down his body until Jimin's feet touched the floor.
"Jimin...I can't do this, no-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Jimin uttered a small 'sorry' and 'it's not your fault' while rushing to his bag and gathering his things near the stereo, which was still blasting sultry songs. Jimin could only notice the noise now and swiftly shut it off.
Jungkook stared at his back with a confused frown until the younger started moving towards him.
"Hey hey hey hey Jimin, listen to me. Baby, hey, look at me." Jungkook whispered while turning Jimin around and cupping his now round cheeks. Noticing small tears fighting their way down Jimin's cheeks.
"What's wrong, baby? You can tell me." Jungkook said while stepping closer to Jimin. His heart was hurting and almost beating out of his chest by seeing Jimins sad face.
"You don't want me physically, right... that's why you pushed me away... that's why you didn't want to continue what we were doing...I miss understood everything...." Jimin broke down, tears and small sobs trying and escaping him while he tried to hide in Jungkooks bare chest, leaving the taller an anxious mess.
"Shhh, it's ok, Minnie, listen to me. Let me finish what I was saying, ok baby?" Jungkook spoke just above a whisper, trembling at unintentionally having hurt Jimin.
Carefully pulling Jimin away and detaching him from his chest so he could look at him.
The smaller one could only whine and let a few more tears slip away. At the same time, the taller kissed all of them, not missing one drop. Until finally, he could kiss both puffy eyes until Jimin agreed and cuddled into Jungkooks chest while peering up at him through his eyelashes.
Jimin was going to be the end of him, Jungkook thought while engulfing Jimin in his arms.
"What I meant was I couldn't do this here...I want our first time together to be special...I want to treat you like you deserve...like take you out to meals and cook together and give you everything you want and need... that's what I meant when you wouldn't let me speak, you meanie." Jungkook said while peppering small kisses all over Jimins face making the smaller close his eyes. A soft blush adorned his cheeks, and a faint smile rested on his lips, making him look like an angel, and perhaps he was one.
Jungkook would vouch for that.
"What about if we get out of here and have lunch together?" Jungkooks voice came closer and closer to Jimin's lips, who could only grasp onto the back of Jungkooks neck, making their lips slot together into a soft embrace.
"If you continue to do that, we might have lunch at my house..." Jimin whispered in between them.
"Oh, I got myself a naughty baby~" Jungkook sang while kissing Jimin into a whining mess again. Both boys trying to control their hormones.
"You could put me in my place. I wouldn't mind." Jimin giggled while ducking under Jungkooks arm, grabbing his bag, and rushing towards the studio's door.
"Oh, I'll show you your place." Jungkook groaned, eyes on Jimin's round ass while gathering his things.
If they continued this game, Jimin would end up under him tonight. Even though he wants to make it memorable, he's starting to see that as long as both of them are happy and in love, like at this moment, then any time is special.
As long as he can hold Jimin and make him see how much he is truly treasured. If it happens today, Jimin might wake up with a red ass tomorrow.
"You coming, honey bunny?" Jimin tried saying without laughing but failed when he saw Jungkook's jaw clench and chased Jimin out of the studio until they reached their favourite cafe, both panting and laughing. At the same time, Jungkook manhandled Jimin into a back hug.
"I got you." he purred into Jimin's neck while kissing and nipping at his skin.
"I know you do..." Jimin said while turning around to face Jungkook's face, only to see pure love and adoration in those doe eyes.
Once again, their lips met in an embrace while the noises of the world around them faded until all they could feel and hear was their hearts beating in unison.
Beating for each other.