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For Jungkook’s twenty-second birthday Seokjin gives him a pair of earrings. They’re simple rose gold hoops, maybe an inch in diameter, but have these clusters of little purple discs around them that have Jungkook absolutely mesmerized.
He threads them through the first piercings in his lobes, feels them wonderfully heavy, and lifts his fingers to toy with the little discs. They separate and he runs the pads of his fingers over each one individually. They feel… soft, in a strange way, and so do the hoops themselves.
“Do you like them, bun?” Seokjin asks hesitantly. Jungkook’s expression has so far remained blank and Seokjin is suddenly afraid that he doesn’t like them. Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear him, fingers running repeatedly over the little purple discs. These earrings are like a stim toy and jewelry merged into one. They’re his favourite earrings, Jungkook decides, hands pulling away from his ears to flap at his sides.
Seokjin breaks into a grin.
“Glad you like them.” he breathes, tapping his fingers down the side of Jungkook’s face. Jungkook closes his eyes in bliss and flaps, flaps, flaps his hands and rocks gently from side to side on the bed.
“Glad you like them. Glad you like them. Love them, hyungie. Love them, love them, love them mmmh.” he only does echolalia when he’s feeling particularly floaty and happy and it makes Seokjin’s heart sing, watching his boy stim and echo his words. He’s so goddamn whipped for Jungkook it’s not even funny at this point. Happiness rolls off him in waves and Seokjin feels it fill him up to the brim too.
“Can I kiss you, bun?”
Jungkook nods rapidly and curls his fingers up, cracking each knuckle individually. Seokjin cups his jaw gently and leans in, pressing a little peck to Jungkook’s soft lips. Jungkook never wears lipgloss or lip balm because it makes his lips feel melty and gross and like they’re going to fall off, but somehow his lips are always so soft. Seokjin pulls back and runs his thumb over the bottom one in wonder, letting it catch on the two rose gold hoops pierced through the flesh
“So soft, bun. The prettiest lips.”
Jungkook giggles a little too loudly and rocks forward to press his face into the juncture of Seokjin’s neck.
“Kiss me again?” he asks quietly because Jungkook is like that, goes from being too loud to very quiet in a split second. Being loud is a vocal stim and being quiet is him trying to adapt to how ‘normal people’ speak, as he’d once explained. Seokjin had vehemently objected to him trying to speak like neurotypicals, had told him it was an unnecessary instruction planted in his brain that would only cause him anxiety, but it’s almost like second nature to Jungkook now.
Seokjin grins and guides Jungkook’s head back up to kiss him again, this time a little firmer, a little deeper. Jungkook slides his hands up the back of Seokjin’s sweater, presses his palms against warm skin and sighs. He’s happy, god, he’s so happy. Seokjin seems to sense this, smiling again into their kiss and ruffling Jungkook’s fluffy black hair.
When their kiss breaks Jungkook returns to his former place in Seokjin’s neck, humming low notes into the hollow of his collarbones. His little septum and cheek piercings are cool against Seokjin’s skin.
Jungkook’s hair smells lovely where it tickles Seokjin’s nose, like lavender body wash and the honey milk shampoo he uses. Seokjin holds his beautiful boy gently against his chest, until he protests with a little whine.
“Tighter.” Jungkook murmurs, eyes slipping shut in bliss as Seokjin’s hold on him tightens. Seokjin guides him back to lie down, lying over him with all his body weight and providing him with that pressure, oh, that wonderful deep pressure that he never really gets from anything else. Even weighted blankets, because they don’t weigh as much as Seokjin. He wriggles a bit to get comfortable then lets all his muscles go lax, only one hand lifted up by his face to fiddle with his earring.
“‘S Good. Thanks hyungie.” he grins a pretty little bunny smile and Seokjin smiles back, leaning in to kiss him again. He draws back and tugs Jungkook’s bottom lip with him, teeth catching and tongue laving over the little spider bite hoops. Jungkook whimpers quietly and snakes his tongue out to run over Seokjin’s, free hand clenching in the material of his boyfriend’s hoodie.
Seokjin huffs out a chuckle.
“You in the mood?” he lets go of Jungkook’s lip and grins, booping Jungkook on the nose. Jungkook’s face remains expressionless but he nods, gaze fixed on Seokjin’s shoulder.
“Kiss me again.”
Seokjin brushes stray strands of hair out of Jungkook’s eyes and cups his face in both hands.
“I fucking love you.” he says and Jungkook laughs. He does a happy little wriggle and leans up to kiss Seokjin again, lips soft and pouty. Seokjin kisses him back with just as much enthusiasm, holding his boy tight in his arms.
“Just for the record, I fucking love you too.” Jungkook whispers, curled up against Seokjin’s side in bed. His hands are up the back of Seokjin’s sweater again, tracing patterns and random letters into the small of his back. He’ll stop every now and then to flatten his palms against the warm skin and trill happily. Seokjin nuzzles their noses together and taps his fingers down the side of Jungkook’s face just how he likes it. It’s like Seokjin is stimming for him, almost.
***
Jungkook wears the earrings every day, without fault. He fiddles with them as he walks, uses the wonderful sensation of threading the discs along the hoop to send him to sleep even if Seokjin tells him not to sleep in big earrings, rubs the pads of his fingers over the soft metals in little stimmy motions that help him even mid-meltdown.
“These are my favourite earrings.” he tells Seokjin solemnly, a little frown knitting his brows. “Ever.”
Seokjin breaks out into a grin and gathers Jungkook into his arms.
“I’m so glad you like them, bun. I thought long and hard about what to buy you.”
Jungkook pulls his sleeves down into sweater paws and wraps his arms around Seokjin’s dainty waist, making a high-pitched trill in the back of his throat.
“Thought very well hyung. I love you.”
Seokjin leans down to plant a trail of kisses down Jungkook’s neck.
“You know exactly what I’m gonna say, bun.”
Jungkook lets his head tip back to expose more of his neck and giggles. Again, a little too loud, but Seokjin loves it when Jungkook stims. He may not understand it himself but he can sure as hell see the wonderful effect it has on his boyfriend.
“Say it.” Jungkook chirrups, scratching gently at the small of Seokjin’s back. It feels nice, so so nice, so he pulls his hands out from under Seokjin’s sweater and flaps them happily.
Seokjin hums against the warm skin of Jungkook’s neck.
“I love you too, my beautiful boy.”