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Tick-Tick-Tick. Their clock produces the only sound to fill the dark room other than the small breaths coming from both bodies. Jungkook sighs, his eyes flickering to silently praise his beautiful boyfriend’s lips. They're plump and rosy. Without makeup, Jungkook doesn't know how they stay such a pink color. His eyes move to Jimin’s chest. It's slowly rising and falling, his necklace he never takes off is only a half that connects to the one hanging off Jungkook’s neck. Both pieces make one pixelated heart. Cliché, he knows.
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Jimin has mastered the art of pretending to be sleep. The first couple of times he had to roll on his left side when he almost smiled or giggled at his boyfriend’s staring. He's learned how to get the right rhythm of breath and a slight snore. Sometimes Jungkook will lightly trace his jawline. The first time it caught him off guard and he had to cough and throw an excuse that he had to get water. Yeah, that's why he had to run out the room before smiling widely like a maniac.
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Jungkook loves his boyfriend with everything he has. These late nights and unexplained, groggy mornings are worth it. He doesn't know if he does it because of fear that Jimin will disappear during the night or that he just doesn't think he can get enough of the man. It doesn't matter though, he knows his feelings are returned.
Though tonight, Jungkook has planned something. His perfect boyfriend will never expect it. Although, he is still thinking about the past few weeks. Does he really think he's oblivious? How could Jungkook not notice that Jimin’s been faking? He has to give credit to him though. Over time he has gotten better. Sometimes he straddles his lap just to torture him and other nights he leaves Jimin in bed hot and bothered as punishment for all his teasing.
Jungkook feels evil tonight. He goes out on a limb and climbs on Jimin’s lap. Bending over, his lips hover over his boyfriend’s ear. One glimpse to his left and he sees Jimin’s eyes were squeezed shut. “Too bad you're sleeping.” He whispers to the ‘sleeping’ boy. Jimin obviously tenses at this statement but continues his façade. “I really wanted to spend this time doing something important.” Jungkook reaches to the nightstand on his left, retrieving two things. One of them he opens. The familiar pop of the top makes Jimin open his eyes. His eyes travel to the bottle of clear lube, eyes darkening. Jimin’s hands come up to firmly grasp Jungkook’s waist.
“No, no, no, Sir,” Jungkook says slowly, earning a confused glance from Jimin. He trails light kisses from Jimin’s jawline to his collarbones, then biting the tan skin. Jimin shudders and moans because of Jungkook’s actions. His pajama pants begin to tent with the younger on top of him. Jungkook smirks and begins to grind on Jimin’s bulge. The older gasps and sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes snap open when Jungkook stops and completely removes himself from Jimin’s lap. Confused, Jimin sits up. Jungkook reaches for the second item he placed on the bed sheets. The black velvet feels warm under his fingers as he places the small item on Jimin’s head. Jungkook stands, kisses the older on his forehead and skips out of the room. His heart is pounding and body heating up.
‘Will he say yes?’ ‘Does he want to go that far with me?’ ‘Oh, fuck, did I just make a mistake?’ All of Jungkook’s confidence was just a wall he put up a few minutes ago to hide his uncertainty. ‘Will Jimin want to travel just to get a piece of paper?’ His thoughts are cut off when Jimin comes running into the room.
He hears a loud gasp and multiple jumbled words. The one that stands out is,
“Yes!”