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Jimin can’t take his eyes off Jungkook. Now this isn’t an uncommon occurrence considering his boyfriend is, in Jimin’s modest opinion, the most beautiful person in the world. But this time Jimin isn’t looking at his boyfriend's face. He’s looking at his sweater.
The second Jungkook had walked in the room wearing that fluffy, oversized ensemble Jimin had zeroed in on it and he can’t stop. He wants it. He loves fluffy clothing already but coupling that with the fact that it will smell like Jungkook and will be even more oversized on Jimin’s slight frame makes it that much better.
He needs it.
He’s always had a habit of stealing Jungkook’s clothes, even before they were dating which really should have given them both an indication of their feelings. Back then all he had to do was widen his eyes and pout his lips at Jungkook and he walked away in whichever article of clothing he wanted.
But once they started their relationship and Jungkook noticed how many of his favourite clothes were missing, he stopped being quite so generous. Now he knows just how to avoid Jimin’s best tricks at getting what he wants. That’s not to say he doesn’t give Jimin anything he asks for. But that’s just it. Jimin doesn’t like to ask. He prefers Jungkook to take initiative and give Jimin his sweater or his extra large t-shirts that hang off Jimin’s frame. It adds to his satisfaction, knowing that Jungkook couldn’t resist giving him his clothes to wear.
He likes to stare at whatever item he’s targeting for an unusually long time, willing Jungkook to read his mind and shrug the clothing off his back to hand it over. Or he’ll drop hints that he’s cold and dramatise it until his boyfriend gets the hint. If all else fails he’ll seduce Jungkook and once he’s pliant he’ll pry the material off his body.
Right now he’s still on the staring part of his plan. He’s been eyeing up that dark green sweater for the better part of an hour and he’s starting to think it’s a lost cause. So far Jungkook's only grinned at him briefly before going back to his breakfast and when he went to the bathroom he dropped a kiss on Jimin's head affectionately but other than that Jimin’s intense staring competition has gone unnoticed.
He huffs a sigh and reluctantly unlocks his phone, finally tearing his eyes away from Jungkook’s torso. They have an easy schedule today of attempting to make beer. Himself, Jungkook and Yoongi will be spending the day together and normally this would be exciting but Jimin really wanted to get Jungkook’s sweatshirt and wear it for the schedule. He knows he’ll look adorable to all the fans in the large, fluffy ensemble just like Jungkook does.
He huffs again, knowing it won’t work but hoping Jungkook picks up on his displeasure and just gives him the sweater.
“Baby, what’s got you pouting?” Jungkook chuckles from the other side of the room, not looking up from his phone which serves to irritate Jimin further.
“How could you know I’m pouting if you won’t even look at me?” Jimin bites back, not meaning for his tone to be so annoyed but he doesn’t like being ignored at the best of times.
“Wait, are you actually upset?” Jungkook looks up at his response and gets up from his seat to kneel in front of him and place a hand on his knee, a soft look in his eyes, “What’s wrong, love?”
Jimin squirms, the blatant love in Jungkook’s expression making him melt, “I- It’s nothing. I’m being silly, Kkyu.”
“Are you sure?” Jungkook rubs his thumb against his knee gently and weirdly it sends shivers up Jimin's spine.
Jimin looks at the collar of Jungkook’s god-forsaken sweater, with it looking so soft and cosy and looks back at Jungkook’s face, “Actually…” He lets his hands come to rest on Jungkook’s shoulders, feeling for himself how warm and fluffy the material is, “Where did you get this?” He asks, pushing his bottom lip out slightly in a pout.
“Why, do you not like it?” Jungkook asks, bringing his own hands up to rub at Jimin’s sides.
“No I- I do like it, that’s why I wondered.” Jimin mumbles, knowing how easy it is for Jungkook to spot when he’s not being completely honest.
“I don’t remember, sorry baby. I just ordered a bunch of things online not long ago.” Jungkook explains but there’s a hint of something in his eyes that Jimin doesn’t trust.
Jungkook, his beautiful, loving boyfriend doesn’t forget things. He remembers where he buys his favourite dish soap from so Jimin doesn’t believe for a second that he doesn’t remember where he got the sweater from.
Well, if that’s how he wants to play, then game on.
They make it to the right room with no further discussions about the sweater in question, just Jungkook smiling knowingly at Jimin when he catches him staring again.
The beer making process is fairly relaxed and not hard work at all which is a blessing and a curse for Jimin because now he has all the time in the world to stare at Jungkook again. He tries to keep it to a minimum, knowing that the cameras are on them but the crew are used to it by now and half the fans brush it off as fanservice so he’s comfortable enough to take several long glances over at Jungkook. He just looks so cosy and soft wrapped in that sweater but despite that, Jimin still wants to gently rip the item off his body and drape it over himself instead.
He knows he’s being dramatic, deep down but knowing that Jungkook knows he wants the sweater and is deliberately not giving it to him has made his desire for the item of clothing grow tenfold. Truthfully all he wants is for Jungkook to recognise how cute he would look in the sweater and give it to him of his own accord but he’s convinced that’s not going to happen now.
As the day progresses he gets more touchy about his intentions, grabbing a hold of Jungkook when he stirs his pot too quickly and then slapping him gently against the chest but this turns out to be a mistake in more than one way. Firstly because he feels the soft material against his palm and it only annoys him more and secondly because he ends up distracting himself staring at Jungkook’s arms and tattoos while he’s stirring.
Eventually they get through the beer making process and get to do some taste testing and Jungkook actually starts to be more flirty with Jimin, giving him sips from his own glass when the cameras are off and touching the small of his back when Yoongi is speaking so it’s less noticeable.
Jimin decides it’s time to drop some hints and see what Jungkook does. So he shivers a little, blows out a breath and says, “It’s a bit cold in here, don’t you think?”
Yoongi shakes his head after considering for a moment and Jungkook looks at Jimin with concern, “It’s not to me, no. Are you feeling okay? You’re wearing a sweater so you shouldn’t be cold.”
Jimin can see how quickly this could get out of hand, he can picture Jungkook thinking he’s getting sick and calling their managers in so he realises he needs to reign it in.
“I’m fine Kook-ah, I think I just felt a breeze from somewhere.” Jimin smiles reassuringly at Jungkook and he looks slightly less worried but Jimin still catches him eyeing him through their next filming session.
Clearly that plan wasn’t going to work. Jungkook would bypass offering his sweater to Jimin and jump straight to the hospital evidently.
Jimin doesn’t end up dropping any more hints or attempting to obtain the jumper in another way because they have to film the last part of their beer making and tasting day and then they’re all done and headed back to the hotel. They don’t have any photoshoots or interviews to do for once so Jimin would normally be excited to spend the evening with Jungkook doing whatever they want but right now he’s more excited to see how he can get his mitts on that jumper.
They end up heading to Jungkook’s hotel room with it being slightly closer than Jimin’s and as soon as Jungkook has closed the door behind him, Jimin flops onto his bed face first, knowing that lying like this will have his ass on display nicely. He sinks into the mattress deliberately, curving one leg upwards.
He hears rather than sees Jungkook put his things down on his table and then he’s sure Jungkook must be turning towards him but he doesn’t say anything which is slightly strange and Jimin is just considering turning around when he hears a swooshing sound and suddenly the breath is knocked out of him as Jungkook’s weight lands half on top of his body.
His boyfriend really took a running jump at the bed. Brat.
“Ju’gkoo’, you’re squishin’ me.” He manages to get out, his face half smushed into the mattress now. Luckily Jungkook must hear him because he springs up and rolls off Jimin and pulls Jimin over also.
“Sorry, baby. What do you feel like doing tonight?” Jungkook asks, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s hair affectionately.
“Not being crushed to death by you would be good.” Jimin grumbles but he leans into Jungkook’s touch naturally.
Jungkook laughs and it’s his throaty, proper laugh that always makes Jimin grin when he’s the one to make that delightful sound come out of Jungkook and it doesn't fail this time. Before they know it they’re both laughing uncontrollably over absolutely nothing and it’s one of those perfect moments that Jimin is sure he’ll remember whenever their relationship feels difficult.
“I am sorry for jumping on you like that, love. I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jungkook asks once they’ve calmed down, his doe eyes serious as he looks at Jimin.
“No, I’m still fully intact, Kook-ah, don’t worry. But you never do remember your own strength.” Jimin reminds him as Jungkook gets up from the bed and heads to the small fridge in the corner.
“Well I know you’ll never forget my strength.” Jungkook comments in a low tone, not looking at Jimin when he speaks and therefore not seeing the cushion that comes flying over to hit him on the head in lieu of Jimin responding.
Jungkook whips around when the cushion ricochets off him, eyes narrowed but mouth twitching in an obvious smile. “Well I wonder who that could have been…” He says lightly and Jimin can’t help the giggle that comes out of him at Jungkook’s silly expression.
God, he’s so in love.
Jungkook grabs them both a bottle of water from the fridge and grabs the menu for room service from the table, frowning at it in the way he often does while concentrating. Jimin decides now is as good a time as any to finally get his hands on the sweater that’s still hanging off Jungkook’s frame.
“Jiminie, what do you want for dinner do you think? They have steak on here but I’m not sure because steak is so hard to get right and it can be so disappointing to eat if it’s not cooked right,’ Jungkook muses out loud, clearly not expecting a response from Jimin because he carries on, “Seafood sounds quite good, they have a mixed platter or seafood fried rice or we could go for the usual-”
“I’m not hungry right now.” Jimin interrupts when he’s close enough to see the way Jungkook’s lashes are casting a shadow on his cheeks as he looks down at the menu. He can tell that if he hadn’t cut in at that point Jungkook would have carried on reading the entire menu back to front before he actually wanted an answer from Jimin.
Jungkook looks up, surprise colouring his features before exasperation overtakes it, “Hyung, we do this all the time, you say you’re not hungry yet but the food would take at least an hour to be here and in less than half an hour you’ll be complaining about being hungry. I can guarantee it and I don’t-”
Jimin kisses him long and slow, slipping his tongue inside Jungkook’s mouth to elicit a groan from him and then he pulls back with a smack, licking his own lips and seeing how Jungkook’s eyes are on his mouth, with it no doubt looking red and shiny.
“You were saying?” Jimin asks, a cheeky smile on his face as he takes in his boyfriends shell-shocked expression.
Jungkook stares at him for a second longer before he yanks him back in with his hands on either side of Jimin’s face and kisses him again, with more intent this time. One of Jungkook’s hands moves down to the hem of Jimin’s sweater and he starts to peel it up slowly as he also starts to kiss down Jimin’s jaw softly. Clearly he’s moved on from his food ordering dilemma.
Jimin let’s his own hands drift down to the very thing he’s been after all day, feeling the soft material run through his fingers satisfyingly before he hesitantly goes to pull it up. Jungkook stills before he pulls back and Jimin’s face falls, thinking his plan has failed but then Jungkook is lifting the sweater up over his head, revealing his white long sleeved shirt underneath.
Jungkook throws the sweater onto his bed with a casual toss and Jimin’s eyes flit straight to it. He glances back at Jungkook, his body flexing underneath the thin shirt tantalisingly and bites his lip. Why is he being tested like this? He could easily grab the sweater and run off cackling or he could continue with what they were doing and subtly grab it afterwards.
But he knows himself too well and he knows that if he and Jungkook end up falling into bed together, he’ll be too tempted to curl up next to Jungkook and fall asleep than carrying out his master plan.
So with that in mind he slides his arm around Jungkook’s neck to pull him close and then he walks them towards the bed where Jungkook’s sweater lies.
He pushes Jungkook back gently until he’s sat with his legs spread appealingly as he stares up at Jimin with half lidded eyes.
Jimin briefly regrets what he’s about to do but then he reaches out for the sweater in a flash of movement, grabbing a hold of it and pulling it towards him in one go.
“HA! I’ve got it!” Jimin explains, excitedly waving it around as he scoots back from Jungkook.
Jungkook looks dumbfounded for a moment before he grins, the smile making his cheeks bunch up cutely and Jimin melts internally.
“You really did all this for the sweater?” He asks, the smile still on his face as he cocks his head.
Jimin stays where he is because it doesn’t seem like Jungkook is going to put up a fight, “Well… yes?” He says, a little unsure now based on Jungkook’s reaction.
Jungkook laughs but it’s soft and kind, “Jiminie… Why didn’t you just ask me for it?”
Jimin opens his mouth to reply but then stops in his tracks, the questions actually processing in his head, “I- Well- Because… Wouldn’t you have said no?” He finally splutters.
Jungkook’s smile grows incredulous and he stands up, walking closer to him slowly, “Baby, don’t you know by now that I could never say no to you. You have me wrapped around your little finger.”
Jimin gapes slightly and then looks up at Jungkook as he finally gets close enough to pull Jimin to his chest. Jungkook tilts Jimin’s head up even more with one finger and dips down to press a chaste kiss against his lips.
“If you wanted the sweater I would have given it to you in a heartbeat. Just to see that smile.” Jungkook says, pulling back and tapping Jimin on the nose gently making him giggle.
“Maybe I overreacted. I just like you to give me your things yourself… It feels more special that way.” Jimin admits, feeling a little silly for it.
“I understand that but as much as we love each other we can’t read each other’s minds. I know it was just about a silly sweater this time but if you ever need something I would rather you just ask than think I would say no to you.” Jungkook looks into Jimin’s eyes while he speaks and that action alone has Jimin squirming in the best way.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He says, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck again, “Or this perfect sweater that you’re never getting back.” He adds, smiling cheekily.
“Don’t make me jealous of my own sweater.” Jungkook teases, kissing him briefly but Jimin pulls him back in and kisses him properly hoping he conveys just how much he loves him.
Eventually Jungkook pulls back, albeit looking reluctant, “Ah, we have to film the night logs don’t we?”
Jimin sighs, “I almost forgot about that... I suppose we should use our own rooms as well.”
Jungkook nods but perks up almost instantly, “Just text me when you’re done with yours and I’ll come to your room for tonight. The staff don’t care what we do once we’re done with all the filming.”
Jimin agrees with a nod and one more kiss, resisting the urge to deepen it, “Okay, I’ll see you later.” He says before grabbing his small collection of things and leaving the room, a sneaky idea already forming in his head.
Jimin clicks off the camera with a smile, hoping his good mood shone through for the fans to eventually see. He immediately rolls onto his back and grabs his phone from beside the bed to text Jungkook quickly.
It’s less than a minute after he does so that he hears the knock on his door, with Jungkook’s room only being 4 doors down. Still Jungkook must have practically been waiting at his door for Jimin’s text which makes Jimin smile wider at the thought.
He opens the door grinning and watches as Jungkook’s gaze drops from his face to his torso where it’s covered by the famous sweater of the day, drowning Jimin’s frame and making him look softer than usual (which is already very soft).
Jungkook’s eyes visibly soften also as he gazes at Jimin with clear adoration and then swoops into the room to pull him up into his arms with a flourish. He heads for the bed with Jimin happily wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s broader frame and practically clinging to him like a koala. They curl up together easily, their bodies drawn to each other as they always are and Jungkook gently rubs the material of the jumper in an almost subconscious gesture.
“I put it on for the video.” Jimin murmurs quietly, his voice soft in the dim lights as he lies so contently in Jungkook’s arms.
“Hm?” Jungkook responds, sounding sleepy,
“I put your sweater on and recorded the video in bed.” Jimin explains properly, hoping Jungkook gets what he’s trying to insinuate here.
“Wait but I wore it while filming today so…” Jungkook trails off, the reasoning behind Jimin’s decision becoming clear.
“Yup. Our fans will see you wearing it all of today and then me wearing it in bed. We can let them come to their own conclusion, I suppose.” Jimin says with a giggle which only gets louder when Jungkook buries his face in Jimin’s neck, his mouth tickling against Jimin’s skin.
“You’re sneaky, you know that right?”
“Of course I do.” Jimin chooses that exact moment to press back against Jungkook’s lower body, his ass in the perfect position to line up with Jungkook’s crotch. He hears Jungkook groan against his neck and then he feels a hand come down to play with the hem of the coveted sweater.
“Baby…” Jungkook whispers, his voice low and alluring.
“Mmm?”
“Do you wanna…”
Jimin considers for a moment and he almost says yes but then he realises what else he’s feeling right now and it outweighs his desire to have sex unfortunately.
“I’m hungry, Kook.” He says, sitting up and away from Jungkook, ignoring the protests he makes, “Maybe later.”
“You’re evil.” Jungkook groans into the pillow that he’s pressed his face into but Jimin can tell he’s not actually mad.
“And you love me anyway.” Jimin responds with a bright grin.
And Jungkook looks up from the pillow, takes in Jimin’s petite form with that fluffy jumper surrounding him and the cutest expression on his face and he nods sappily.
“I do.”