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“Where are those ripped black jeans I bought for you? You know, the ones with three rips on each leg and that make your ass and thighs go ‘pop pop’? Your black and white striped sweater will go well with them, now where are they...”
It was like deja vu all over again with Taehyung digging in Jimin’s closet while Jimin was curled on his favorite side of the bed. Except this time it was Taehyung wearing lazy sweats and a large shirt and Jimin was wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel because this time there was not party, this time it was a date. And instead of huffing and puffing and pouting, Jimin was a quiet small ball tucked into himself with his phone clutched in chubby pretty fingers, mocha eyes staring at the stream of text messages lit up on his screen.
The last text was sent 27 minutes ago from Jungkook who said he would be on his way in an hour. Jimin had been in the shower at that time and spent a good thirty minutes in there meaning he had a little over of a half hour left before Jungkook picked him up. And no, these were not excited butterflies swarming in his stomach, he was just famished and ready for sushi. Jimin quickly sent his own reply before scrolling up to their earlier messages that morning. The lockdown incident was past two weeks old and so was his ten seconds of boldness where he had basically offered himself up to Jeon Jungkook for a date. But Jimin hadn’t bent so easily to the jock just because he had consented the notion of a date. He definitely played hard to get before accepting Jungkook’s date but after their number exchange and texting with Jungkook became a part of his daily routine, Jimin caved. Jungkook still using his stupid pick up lines and slick comments but making them less sleazy, still lewd but in more of a genuine flirty approach that made Jimin just a tad smitten didn’t help either. Like this morning for instance. Jimin stared at the text now feeling flustered and warm all over again. He had bantered back with a face blossomed in petal pink and bitten lips from keeping back a shy smile.
It wasn’t a no, Jungkook was right. But the boy already robbed Jimin’s lips once and now he would have to work twice as hard to taste them again and Jimin refused to cave no matter how much his lips tingled from muscle memory.
“Yah, tiny squeak toy, are you even listening to me-” Jimin yelped when his phone was suddenly plucked away by long slender fingers and scrambled up to get it back but Taehyung moved away quicker. “Wow, this is disgusting.” the best friend stared down at the screen with a shit eating grin. “What else do we got here I wonder.”
Jimin made some sort of shrieking noise when Taehyung started to scroll through his messages and made a lunge for it, managing to swipe it back but toppled over the bed and on the ground from his efforts. Landing in a groaning heap of pain at Taehyung’s feet with his phone clutched against his chest protectively, Jimin blindly reached out and swatted at Taehyung’s legs in weak retaliation.
“Well now that’s your own damn fault, don’t hit me.” Taehyung snickered but nonetheless bent over and tugged the smaller ruffled teen off the floor. “You lost your towel bro.” A loud clap and a squeak rang in the room as Taehyung smacked one of Jimin’s plump peach cheeks who had leaned over to retrieve said fallen towel. Mocha eyes glared. “Just leave it, nothing I haven’t felt or seen before. But what I haven’t seen is your damn outfit.” Taehyung tutted and put his hands on his hips. “Jungkook will be here soon and you’re still naked, and as your platonic soulmate I’m telling you now Jungkook is nowhere near qualified to see you stunting in your birthday suit. This isn’t some down to fuck type of first date so let’s find your classy clothes that’ll make him drown in his drool.” Taehyung declared and for the next thirty minutes a fussy Jimin was lugged and jostled around like a personal doll under the pretty hands of Kim Taehyung.
…
“Wow, I’d bang you.”
Jimin spluttered indignantly before slamming the door shut on Jungkook’s face. “How’s this for a bang.”
Taehyung tutted, bumped Jimin aside with a sassy hip and opened the Park’s front door again which swung open revealing Jungkook who stood on the cozy ‘Welcome’ rug wearing a breezy smirk. Jimin wanted to wipe it off with his lips. Of course, he didn’t admit this to himself though. The jock was a mouth watering meal in skin tight black jeans that hugged every muscle dipped crevice in his thighs and the length of his legs. The black shirt he wore, tucked in his pants and secured by the simple black belt cinched around his trim waist, left little to no room, the fabric glued snug to Jungkook’s broad chest like second layer. He donned a leather jacket, the collars flipped up neat around his neck and collaborated well with the black Timbs that completed his look. Try as he may, discreetly as possible (what’s discreet, Taehyung was openly judging him), Jimin couldn’t stop himself from ogling even he wanted to, mocha eyes taking in the sex on legs standing in front of him.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was in the same boat but very much unbothered as he unabashedly eye fucked raked his dark doe eyes down Jimin’s body, the senior looking delectably edible in black jeans that molded his thunder thighs, leaving little imagination to them or the distracting curve of his ass (and fuck, Jungkook really had it bad for that ass) tucked deliciously tight and plump in the jeans. He also wore a belt, the black leather strap enunciating his waist and had on a long sleeved black and white stripes shirt with a nice pink jeans jacket layered over it. Around his neck, sticking out against honey smooth skin, was a thin black choker. Jungkook’s eyes had immediately zoomed on them before getting heavily distracted by Jimin’s full lips which were layered in a light, glossy coat. Black doc martens completed his look and Jungkook couldn’t help his honest thought which he’d spoken out loud, which resulted in getting a door slam to his face. Although he wanted to feel Jimin writhing under him, he also wanted to hold his tiny hands and kiss his chubby cheeks, and maybe trace over the constellation of pretty moles littered like permanent gems embedded into his skin, trail his lips over where his fingers touched.
“Yes, hello Jungkook, save the eye fucking for when I’m not here, please. And you are not authorized to bang this yet so you can chuck that idea for this is off limits until further notice.” ‘This’ was Jimin who Taehyung pulled to his side during his greeting before giving his best friend a little shove forward, letting him sail into Jungkook’s direction with a grin. “Now have fun and be sure to return my lil angel back in one piece for the consequences of my actions would not be held against me, I assure you.”
“Oh my god Tae, please shut up and go back inside.”
“Don’t give me that slander. Here I am sending you, my pride and joy, out on his first date with good intentions of making sure my alpha status is clear and firm, and you’re being an ungrateful twat. I don’t deserve. I’m only going back inside because it’s cold. Bring me back some sushi. And not that eel shit. And don’t be stingy.” with that, the door closed taking Taehyung with it.
Jungkook stared at the door for a moment before training his eyes on Jimin. “Your relationship with him both confuses and amuses me.”
Jimin made a face before brushing past the jock. “Glad we could be entertaining for you. Now let’s go, I had a light breakfast so I could save room for sushi and I’m starving.”
…
Alright. This wasn’t fair. Jimin felt his cheeks warm up after Jungkook reached across their table and thumbed away stray pieces of rice that had been stuck on the corner of his mouth before getting up to get more food, leaving Jimin with parting words of “I’ll be back, messy.”. His bottom lip tingled from where the pad of Jungkook’s thumb made contact and the butterfly flurries in stomach fluttered. He shouldn’t be affected this much by the other but he was, and it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all how easily melted Jungkook got him from doing the simplest things like initiating hand holding (“Waffle it.”) and opening up the damn door for him (“You just want to stare at my ass.”. “Nothing wrong with looking.”) Just the heady stare alone from Jungkook made Jimin go limp and soft. And Jungkook had been staring a lot since they arrived at Fusion Buffet, almost forty-five minutes ago, enraptured by stories Jimin had told about himself, doe eyes dark but so so enchanted by the words Jimin shared. It caused Jimin to stutter, those dark orbs even triggering his nervous lisp.
“Get it together Park Jimin.” Jimin mumbled to himself and sulkily drank his water with lemon. He could not be this weak, how utterly pathetic. It didn’t help that Jungkook smiled so cute and bunny like. Or when he laughed, the rich sound pouring out from him in enchanting waves Jimin found himself caught in. And how animated the younger was when telling his own stories, giving out pieces of himself that Jimin collected, memorised, and stored away for safekeeping. Lousy son of a bitch, he was whipped. He entered whip culture and now there was no going back. “God damn it Park Jimin.”
When Jungkook returned with his third plate, it was to find his adorable date pouting at the last piece of lonesome sushi on his plate. “I thought you loved sushi. You’re looking like this one just did the most offensive shit to you.” the jock sunk down in the booth and Jimin sucked in a breath because Jungkook didn’t slide back in his spot, he scooted right on in with Jimin, forcing the smaller against the wall. Completely calm and not hyperventilating with nerves like Jimin currently was, Jungkook picked up his chopsticks and started digging around his plate, wondering which juicy piece to eat first. “Did something happen while I was gone or do you just want more but are too full? I’ll share mine. I got a little more of these anyway because I know you like them.”
Thighs. Heat. Cologne. Jungkook. So close. Arms brushing. Legs bumping.
“I..” Jimin tried to say something, anything, but then Jungkook put a sturdy arm over the back of the booth, the leather sleeve of his jacket brushing against Jimin’s hair, and then Jimin lost all sense of thought, could only feel. Feel the warmth emanating from Jungkook who now turned in towards him, chopsticks offering one of Jimin’s favorite sushi. Why so sweet for.
“Say ‘ahh’.” Jungkook coaxed. “Want me to make airplane noises?”
“I will stab you.” it was an autopilot response. Jeon Jungkook says something dumb (irrationally cute), Park Jimin clapsback (desperately covering up how flustered he was) without mercy.
Aw, but fuck him with a spoon Jungkook was pouting and his pouting lips looked kissable as fuck. “You wound me.”
When the jock moved away, Jimin only reacted. Chubby fingers latched onto Jungkook’s wrist and yanked gently. “Come back here and feed me.” Jimin demanded, acting all huffy and puffy with red balloon cheeks. Jungkook obeyed, smile returned and ended up feeding Jimin half of his food.
Twenty minutes passed and during that time the two had gravitated seemingly closer to each other, Jungkook’s arm now over Jimin’s shoulder while Jimin had readjusted himself so he was on his side and curled into Jungkook, legs off the ground and knees resting over the muscled thighs beside him. In the spur of a bold moment that came over Jimin, he had dropped his head against Jungkook’s arm, eyes half mass from the sensation of being overly full and being cozied up. “Okay, then I’m convinced that’s why you have such a fat ass. That’s where all the food goes.” Jungkook was saying after Jimin had cleaned his plate and Jimin sighed for the millionth time, having grown tired of swatting Jungkook during their light banter of how he could pack so much food away despite his small size. For the past ten minutes they had been going back and forth, Jimin stating it was his metabolism while Jungkook countered that he also had a high metabolism but he still had to work out. Then Jimin grunted like an overweight truck driver, saying he danced, “Remember Jungkookie?” and then the conversation had a slight intermission because Jungkook had to quickly collect himself from the cute unexpecting nickname before jumping back in.
Finally Jimin huffed out a breath and squeezed Jungkook’s thigh, blunt nails digging into hard muscle. Did he like the way it spasmed under the palm of his small, powerful hand? Yes, yes he did. “At this point I don’t care. You win. You’re absolutely right. All the food I eat goes directly to my ass, yes, of course it does.”
“I don’t like that heavy sarcasm.”
Perhaps it was the thrill of playing at the jock’s flirtatious game that got the best of him with a loose tongue of his own. Whatever it was, another gush of boldness came fleeting to Jimin who didn’t think, just tipped his head up until his lips barely brushed against the shell of Jungkook’s ear, words a low murmuring purr. “If you can’t handle this sass then you can’t handle this ass.”
But Jimin must’ve forgotten who he was dealing with. A whole Jeon Jungkook, who’s been unabashedly after his ass since day one, fully equipped with raunchy blunt pick up lines and the brazen of a bull. The same Jungkook who dined on his lips and throat in broad daylight under the audience of their school’s hall. Jungkook who now crowded him with his larger body against the wall aligned with their booth under half a second, steel arm locked around the pleasant curve of his waist and tugged him impossibly close in one swift motion.
Jimin couldn’t look away from Jungkook’s piercing gaze for strong fingers gripped his chin and jaw, immobilizing him to look anywhere but up at Jungkook’s face which had gotten closer, an amused expression crossed over it. A heavy hand caressed the swell of Jimin’s ass, palm firm against the plush gelatin. “Little mouse, I’ll handle this ass and that mouth in more ways than one.” the younger promised thickly before zeroing in on how Jimin sucked his juicy bottom lip between his teeth and brought his thumb down to unlatch the plump fold with his pad, staring down into mocha eyes that were layered in a shy glaze. “That’s very distracting.”
Little mouse. He used to find that horrendous pet name irritating but now, all it did was make his heart somersault, flip and dip. Organ of betrayal. Not only that but their close proximity caused arousal heat to flare around Jimin like a wispy cloud, burning him from the inside to the out. And fuck, why was he so bothered . Jimin found himself mortified at being torn between wanting to saddle himself right up on Jungkook’s lap or drag him down for a kiss, both which were not optional though so very tempting. Instead, Jimin chose to remain eye contact and continued his bold streak. Because, logic, right?
Wrapping his fingers around the the ones holding his chin and tugging them away, Jimin interlaced their hands before bringing them down to his lap. He examined the size difference between their hands (almighty Jesus) with fake nonchalance and casually drawled, “I’d like to see you try. Premature empty threats don’t impress me but maybe after a few more dates in, I’ll be swayed.” Jimin finally raised his eyes and gave Jungkook an innocent side look, fluttery lashes and all. “After all, actions speak louder than words.”
A fond smirk splayed over Jungkook’s lips. What a sexy piece of work he had in his possession.