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“Hyung?”
Jimin turned towards the voice. His skin was flush and vision slightly blurry from the soju. Sly half smile greeted the youngest member. The blonde took an unsteady step forward. “Yes?”
Jungkook reached for the glass in the shorter man’s hand but Jimin was surprisingly quicker, bringing the last of the liquor to his lips. In one large gulp, he finished the drink and slammed the glass on the counter. The empty bottle rattled slightly in response.
“Why are you drinking?”
“I wanted to.” He took another step, this time far more stable then his earlier state implied.
“I would have drank with you.”
“I didn’t want you to.” Doe eyes looked away. The moonlight streamed through the kitchen window highlighting delicate features and faint red-hued cheeks.
“Were you hoping for someone else?”
The faint question echoed in the small kitchen. ‘Was that…disappointment…’ Jimin thought as he turned back towards Jungkook. He could only make out the other’s silhouette leaning against the counter with his arms crossed and head down. The mop of dark auburn hair concealed his face from searching eyes. Silence was heartbreaking. Jimin didn’t have an answer. Jungkook wasn’t expecting one.
“I’ll get Hobi-hyung.”
The statement sounded hollow even in his ears. The taller male pulled away from the counter and turned towards the hallway before a hand grabbed his wrist. He stopped.
“No. Don’t.”
Seconds felt like minutes in the dimly lit room. The youngest wanted to run but the elder’s hand held him in place.
“It’s ok if it’s not me.”
Suddenly, slim arms wrapped around the taller male’s waist pulling him back. “It’s always been you.” Jimin barely whispered those words before his forehead rested at the nape of the taller man’s neck.
He tightened his hold. He could feel the younger member tense up within his embrace but he didn’t care. Instinctively, he wanted to hold this warmth a little longer; if only for a fleeting moment.
The night stretched on before them. Their breathing was the only audio in the quiet room. There was a slight breeze flowing through the window that was ajar. Eventually Jungkook relaxed into his senior’s embrace. Both males stood basking in the other’s presence. Neither wanted this to end.
Slowly, the arms around him began to loosen. Jungkook turned just in time to catch Jimin’s slumping form. He looked down at his hyung and smiled. Long lashes rested against rosy skin, a cute button nose and full lips that were slightly parted. “Did you really fall asleep?” questioned the younger male with a smile on his face. “Kind of…” replied the elder as his eyes fluttered opened. Chestnut met dark chocolate as the two stared at each other. Pale arms reached upward and wrapped around the taller member’s neck.
“Jungkook…?”
Slim arms met no resistance as they pulled the stronger male down towards him. Mere centimeters separated the two as each gazed searchingly into the other’s eyes. Shock was clearly visible on the younger’s face. ‘What was I thinking? Am I wrong? Does he-‘ Jimin couldn’t finish the thought before the other closed the distance between them and kissed him ever so gently and for the briefest second.
“I-“
A slender finger silenced Jungkook’s explanation. That digit slowly slid across the fuller bottom lip softly grazing the surface. It took pause before returning to its owner’s lower lip, tapping twice, silently directing the other. Without hesitation, Jungkook leaned down and kissed Jimin soundly and clumsily.
His efforts were rewarded with a soft sigh and hands returned to his neck to pull the other closer. Strong hands planted themselves on slender hips as lips easily glided across their counterpart. They continued kissing innocently enough but desire started simmering between the pair. Nervous hands began to wander as soft moans were becoming louder. Kisses became frantic and consuming. A gasp escaped from the blonde as curious hands cupped his rear causing friction between the two. A low groan filled the air.
A click of a door opening caused the boys to pull apart. The sound of slippers walking towards the bathroom could be heard from down the hall. Both waited, breathing softly and staring at each other. Another turn of the doorknob followed by the fading sounds of slippers as their owner disappeared in the darkness.
Both continued gazing at the other apprehensive about what to do next. A smile breaks across alabaster skin as Jimin takes a step closer to the taller male. There's a glint in his eyes, something that Jungkook can't seem to place. He stands firm as Jimin takes another step. One more step and Jimin walks past him towards the fridge. The sound of the vacuum seal breaking, the clatter of a bottle knocking gently against its brethren and then the soft swoosh of the door closing.
The younger of the pair turned and watched the other pop off the top and take a long swig straight from the bottle. Before Jimin could take another, jungkook swiftly moved forward and pulled the bottle out of his loose grip. Jimin gawked as the other brought the bottle to his lips and swallowed the burning liquor. He coughed as slender fingers pulled the now empty bottle away to place by the other four currently taking up real estate on the kitchen counter.
“What did you do that for??! That was almost full!” Jimin questioned as he turned and reached for the fridge door already wrapping his fingers around the handle.
“I…wanna catch up. I’m already three bottles behind.”
“Why would you do that?”
“If hyung is doing it then I should too.”
Silence filled the air. It was thick and unyielding. Innocent words that felt like daggers as small fingers pulled away from the handle.
“I’m not someone you should imitate.” The pity in the statement is almost too much to bare. He drops his head and leans against the counter for support. He couldn’t bare to look up at Jungkook.
“Why not? You work the hardest. You're first one to arrive and last one to leave the dance studio. You’re always taking care of the others…and me. You never take time for yourself.”
With that last statement the maknae takes a step forward. The alcohol gives him just enough courage to tilt Jimin’s face upwards so he can look into those rich cinnamon eyes.
“I look up to you.”
He hesitates before leaning in. His forehead rests comfortably against his elder.
“I admire you.”
Carefully delicate hands reach forward to cup Jungkook’s face. A thumb starts to graze the apple of his right cheek. A soft pink flush appears as Jimin gazes into those big chocolate orbs searching for conviction. He finds it in spades along with warmth and sincerity.
“Ok...let’s go to bed.”
He kisses the other with his own conviction.
Long and slow.
Soft and chaste.
A symbolic new beginning…new beginnings.