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Jimin is still lying in bed with his eyes closed, trying to make his heart go back to its normal rate, when he feels Jungkook shifting next to him before getting up.
“No,” he whines, immediately missing the warmth of his boyfriend’s body. “Where are you going?” It’s apparent in his tone that he doesn’t want Jungkook to leave him.
He hears Jungkook’s giggle, and opens his eyes to watch him butt naked, heading to the restroom.
“I’m not leaving you, you dramatic baby,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I’m just going to clean up the mess we made.”
Jimin groans because he honestly does not care about their mess. He'd much rather cuddle with Jungkook even if his abdomen is a white mess and the bedsheets are all crumpled under his body. It’s a cold night outside and he wants to stay warm, feel Jungkook’s arm around him.
After a couple of minutes Jungkook is back with a wet cloth and dressed in clean underwear. His hair is still a little wet and thrown back the way he likes so much. Jimin bites back a smile he just can’t help because damn , he’s got a hot boyfriend who just ate him out until his legs gave out.
Jungkook cleans Jimin’s stomach and then softly boops his nose. “All clean, beautiful.”
Jimin mutters a simple thanks and waits patiently for Jungkook to go back to bed. When he does, Jimin sighs contently, loving the way Jungkook pulls him closer and wraps himself around him so their whole bodies are intertwined, a mess of limbs that they don’t mind at all.
It’s quiet for a few minutes, both of them just enjoying the closeness and intimacy. Jimin lets his hand caress the warm skin of Jungkook’s back, watching him close his eyes as he does and taking a moment to admire his boyfriend from up close. He leans into Jungkook’s space to place a soft kiss on his cheek and then his lips. Jungkook smiles but doesn’t open his eyes.
With his hand moving from Jungkook’s back to his waist, then his chest, finally reaching his face, Jimin does everything slowly, taking his time to feel how soft the skin is and how his boyfriend reacts to his every touch. They’ve been together for around three years now and yet Jimin never gets tired of these little moments where they just feel each other, lying quietly in bed so close that their bodies could become just one. With his index finger, he traces Jungkook’s eyelashes and then his eyebrows. He knows he has the most foolish smile right now because it’s something Jungkook always teases him about.
Jungkook moves his hand that was resting on Jimin’s thigh and holds his wrist before placing a kiss on his palm. When he opens his eyes, Jimin sees himself reflected in them.
He was right. He does have a foolish smile playing on his lips. And he doesn’t care.
“I love you so much, Min,” Jungkook’s confession is loud enough to fill in all of the empty space in the bedroom and make Jimin’s heart race again. It’s not something new, he does it at every chance he gets, a soft whisper in Jimin’s ear in the middle of a movie, after a goodbye kiss when he leaves for work, or even when they’re having sex and he looks straight into Jimin’s eyes, knocking the air from his lungs.
Jimin smiles and grazes Jungkook’s cheekbones, watching as they turn a soft pink color under his touch. “I know you do, silly,” he jokes and feels Jungkook lightly pinch the skin over his ribs. He doesn’t say it back, though, just because he wants to see Jungkook’s reaction.
Jungkook doesn’t disappoint and Jimin knows exactly what he’s doing when the younger’s fingers start tracing the path from his ribs to his thigh. It’s such a soft touch that it’s almost not there, it’s ghosting over his skin and it sets everything inside of him on fire. He loves it and the problem is that Jungkook knows the effect it has on Jimin. The effect he has on Jimin.
When Jungkook’s fingers ghost over his lower abdomen, he sucks in a breath and digs his fingernails on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Unlike Jungkook, he’s still naked and the effect of Jungkook’s actions immediately starts showing, making him blush under Jungkook’s sparkly eyes. He feels a shiver going up his spine when the younger’s fingers reach his inner thigh and he hates that a small whine escapes from his parted lips. Gosh, Jungkook knows him too well, he can drive Jimin off the edge so easily.
Slowly, Jungkook moves his face closer to Jimin’s and his breath ghosts over his lips for only a second before moving to his cheek where Jimin can almost feel the kiss that never comes. When he reaches Jimin’s ear, he sighs. “I love you so much,” he repeats, lips brushing over the sensitive spot, a soft whisper that makes Jimin melt, his whole body surrendering to Jungkook.
“I love you, Jungkook-ah. So, so much,” he breaks, clinging on to Jungkook for dear life. “My gorgeous, baby,” Jimin whispers when Jungkook presses his face to his neck.
He doesn’t mind when Jungkook’s hand stops teasing him and rests now on his waist. He holds the younger’s face and brings it closer to his again, watching his eyes turn into crescent moons when he smiles, sparkles dancing in his orbes and captivating Jimin all over again, just as it did when they first met. He moves closer and finally touches Jungkook’s lips with his, shock waves running through his body even before the younger deepens the kiss, licking into his mouth and drawing a quiet moan out of Jimin.
The kiss doesn’t last long, just enough to bring them even closer together, Jimin’s fingers carding through his boyfriend’s hair as Jungkook rubs his lower back gently.
With a kiss on his cheek before pulling away, Jungkook smiles at Jimin. “How was your day, beautiful?”
Jimin keeps his fingers lost in Jungkook’s hair, his thumb occasionally brushing over his ear and neck. He sighs, not because he had a bad day, just because of his overall tiredness after a busy week. “Remember that promotion I might be able to get?”
Jungkook immediately nods, quietly telling Jimin to go on.
“Today I found out I’m up against Hyun,” even though he’s frustrated, Jimin tries to keep his voice from showing too much emotion. His face though, that he cannot control.
Jungkook makes a face. “That asshole.”
Jimin smiles. “Do you even know who Hyun is?”
“No, but it seemed like you don’t like him so I wanted to be supportive,” he shrugs.
Jimin laughs, throwing his face forward and resting it on Jungkook’s chest for a few seconds. “Aren’t you sweet?” he pecks Jungkook’s lips and massages his neck. “But it gets worse.”
Jungkook sighs and rolls his eyes. “What did the asshole do?”
Jimin absolutely loves his reactions and how into the story he gets. He seems to know what Jimin is about to say before he even says it. Maybe he does make his feelings very clear through his expressions.
“Well, apparently he’s the guy who’s sleeping with Yoonah.”
Jungkook’s round eyes grow bigger and he opens his mouth in disbelief. “Yoonah? Your boss?”
He nods and the confirmation makes Jungkook even more surprised.
“So yeah, she might need to choose between me, good old Park Jimin who’s closed three big deals last month and has been working there for three years and Hyun,” he pouts.
Jungkook mirrors his reaction. “The guy she’s sleeping with,” he adds.
“It’s not fair,” Jimin whines. “I deserve this promotion.”
He feels Jungkook’s comforting rubs on his back. “I know you do, beautiful, but who knows, maybe she won’t let her private life interfere with work.”
Jimin isn’t too confident. He wants to believe in Jungkook’s words and in his good relationship with his boss added to his hard work but who really knows, she may very well choose to promote her lover and that would devastate Jimin.
“Don’t think too much about it,” Jungkook advises knowing Jimin well enough to notice he’s already lost in thoughts.
Jimin nods, letting his body melt into Jungkook’s comforting touches. He rests his cheek on his boyfriend’s chest and closes his eyes, enjoying the soapy smell coming from his skin. The room grows quiet again, Jimin is focused on the movements of Jungkook’s chest as he breathes and the way his thumb is drawing random patterns on the small of his back.
Leaning his head up a bit, he stares at his boyfriend’s face, his relaxed expression is so calming that it immediately puts Jimin at ease.
“How about you, love? Did you have a good day?” He speaks softly, not wanting to disturb the peace in the bedroom.
Jungkook gives his waist a delicate squeeze and nods. “I did, but nothing out of the ordinary happened. Unfortunately at the dance studio there isn’t as much gossip as in your office.”
Jimin chuckles. “You love hearing all the gossip from my office,” he points out.
“I do,” Jungkook laughs softly. “As long as no one messes with you.”
The way he says it sounds like a warning, as if anyone from Jimin’s work is there to hear his threat. Jimin smiles and presses a soft kiss right where Jungkook’s heart is, the steady beat sounding like music to Jimin’s ears.
“Yeah?” Jimin raises his head to look into his eyes. “And what are you going to do if someone messes with me?”
Jungkook shrugs. “I’ll kindly tell them to fuck off.”
That catches Jimin by surprise and he laughs. “Don’t think that’s what they would expect from my buff, tattooed boyfriend, hm?”
“Yeah well, what can I say? I’m a buff, tattooed, soft boyfriend,” he keeps a straight face, which only makes Jimin laugh even harder. Jungkook is indeed the exact opposite of what people would expect when they see him. Always dressed in dark clothes and combat boots, sleeve tattoos, piercings and to top if all of, tall and buff. But the truth is that he’s the kindest and softest person Jimin has ever met. Hell, he cries like a baby every single time they watch The Notebook.
Jimin reaches up and kisses Jungkook a few times on the lips before pressing another kiss to his throat and resting his head on Jungkook’s chest again. He relaxes in his boyfriend’s arms again, focusing the feeling of his fingers tracing something on his back. It’s not until a few minutes have gone by that he realizes Jungkook is writing I love you over and over on his back.
He chuckles, feeling so full of love it’s hard to stop himself from kissing Jungkook silly. “I love you too, baby.”
When Jungkook starts tracing something again, Jimin thinks it’s another confession of love but he quickly realizes it’s something else entirely. He asks Jungkook to write again three times until he understands the question he’s writing.
“Yeah, I’ll cuddle you, you big baby,” his eye roll makes Jungkook laugh. He knows Jimin is not bothered at all by the request. They’re both big cuddlers, problem is, they both love being the little spoon so sometimes they go so far as to play rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to be cuddled by the other.
They switch into a comfortable position with Jungkook’s back glued to Jimin’s chest and Jimin nuzzles into the younger’s neck. “Feels nice,” he offers, hearing Jungkook hum in response.
As tired as he feels, Jimin is not sleepy at all. He closes his eyes just to enjoy having Jungkook so close but he’s wide awake. He notices Jungkook’s body relaxes and his breathing becomes calmer but he knows he’s not sleeping by the way Jungkook sighs every few minutes, a habit he has whenever he’s lying in bed.
Jimin looks at Jungkook’s arm, the one filled with tattoos from his shoulder to his wrist, and, with his index finger, starts tracing the first tattoo, the one that covers a small part of his shoulder. He loves that each drawing has a special meaning to Jungkook, every time he comes up with a new tattoo idea he gets so excited his eyes shine like a child at their favorite candy store. Jimin is the one who gets to hear all about his ideas and he’s always the first one to hear about them. Whenever he gets home and Jungkook runs to him calling hyung, hyung, hyung , he knows there’s a new idea coming.
He traces the pattern slowly, as if he’s the one painting the younger’s skin. He follows every line, his eyes moving along with his fingers, focused on nothing but the feeling of the soft skin under his touch. He doesn’t notice Jungkook has a smile on his lips because he can’t see the younger’s face in this position.
When he finishes the first tattoo, he presses a soft kiss to the warm skin and moves on to the next, an ox with 97 written in roman numbers under it. His birth year that he shares with a few close friends. This one was a shared idea with one of his best friends, they both decided to symbolize the ox year when they were born. It was Jungkook who drew the ox, since he’s the artist in the group. It’s definitely one of Jimin’s favorites. His finger moves along the roman numbers, writing them in straight lines just like the tattoo.
“I really like this one,” he whispers, not even sure if Jungkook can hear him or if he fell asleep already. “Your drawing is so beautiful.”
Jungkook stirs, just a small movement of his head, not enough to take Jimin’s attention away from the tattoo he’s tracing.
“You know what else is beautiful?”
Jimin nods. “Yeah. You.”
Jungkook chuckles, it’s a light one. It makes Jimin’s heart beat faster.
“Exactly,” his tone is serious but Jimin looks up and sees a smirk on his lips.
“My gorgeous boy,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over Jungkook’s tattoos.
On Jungkook’s elbow there’s a flower. Another one of his creations and another tattoo Jimin can say it’s one of his favorites because the truth is; every single one of Jungkook’s body art is his favorite, it’s part of who he is, they’re his own creations and Jimin loves that about him. He traces the petals delicately, as if he’s touching a real flower. He does it one by one, drawing another flower on top of the tattoo.
He moves on to the lightning right next to the flower, then the sentence the most beautiful moment in life in traditional Chinese letters and finally he reaches the beautiful eye. Jimin remembers like it was yesterday the day Jungkook showed him the drawing, he couldn’t keep still, taking Jimin through the details with a smile on his face. Jimin went with him to the studio when he got it done and still has all the pictures and videos he made of the process. Carefully, he traces the lashes of the eye, almost as if he could hurt it with his movements.
He pulls away and watches the eye for a few seconds. Jungkook really creates art.
“Keep going,” the younger asks and Jimin immediately complies.
He’ll never get tired of admiring Jungkook’s creations and ideas. They adorn his arm beautifully and complement him so well. It doesn’t take long until he reaches his all time favorite, one of the first ones Jungkook made and as soon as the younger showed him the drawing, he knew he was so deeply in love with Jungkook the feeling could swallow him whole.
They had only been dating for a couple months and he knew he was falling more and more each day but then Jungkook showed him the tiger lily, his birth flower, with the please love me sentence written under it, and the way he sat down and explained how he came up with the idea made Jimin’s head spin. That night he told Jungkook he loved him. He didn’t care if Jungkook wasn’t there yet, he needed to get it out of his chest. But it turns out Jungkook felt the same way.
“Please love me,” he repeats in a quiet whisper. He will. He does. Jimin kisses the flower and makes a silent promise to never let Jungkook go, to always be there for him.
He gets to Jungkook’s coolest tattoos and smiles. The skeleton hand with a rock sign and the two sentences that Jungkook always lives by; rather be dead than cool and make hay while the sun shines. Jimin can’t help but think Jungkook is the coolest person he’s ever met. From his style, to his dance moves, to his tattoos, everything about him is just so cool and so Jungkook . He’s not afraid of being himself and Jimin admires him for that.
When he traces the very last tattoo, the one closest to his wrist, Jimin brings his finger back up, light touch making its way up Jungkook’s shoulder again. He feels so drunk on his boyfriend, on his soapy smell and soft skin. He presses a soft kiss to Jungkook’s shoulder and then behind his ear.
“Jungkook-ah,” he murmurs, nuzzling his neck. His response is a hum. Jimin hugs him even closer, lying back down with his chest on his back. “Do you wanna marry me?”
It’s a genuine question. It’s not a proposal even though he feels like he could propose to Jungkook right then and there.
Jungkook stirs and nods. “I do. Do you wanna marry me?”
Jimin giggles because there was no hesitation in his boyfriend’s answer. “More than anything. Don’t want to ever let you go.”
Jungkook takes Jimin’s hand that is resting on his stomach and kisses the back of it. “Good. Will you?”
There’s a moment of silence where Jimin isn’t sure what Jungkook just said. Or he does but is simply speechless.
“What?” He finally asks.
Jungkook chuckles and turns around, a dumb smile plastered on his face. Jimin’s heart is beating so fast it’s all he can hear.
“Will you marry me?”
It’s hard to form words, Jimin thinks. He’s tongue-tied, lost for words. He cleans his throat as if that’s the problem. “Are you proposing?”
“Well, you said you wanted to marry me so yeah, I’m proposing,” he shrugs. “Did you not mean it?”
“Of course I did,” he answers, still fighting to understand what is happening. Jungkook proposed. Asked Jimin to marry him. Out of nowhere. “I do, I mean, I will,” damn, he needs to calm down.
“Okay, good,” Jungkook smiles and turns around, reaching for something on the bedside table. When he gets it, he shows it to Jimin.
It’s a box. With a ring. Jungkook has a ring.
“Why do you have a ring?” Jimin is in such a shocked state that it takes him a while to realize how stupid the question is.
With one eyebrow raised, Jungkook laughs. “To propose to my boyfriend,” his tone is teasing and it makes Jimin blush. He takes the ring from the box and holds it out, waiting for Jimin’s hand.
As soon as Jimin extends his hands, he realizes how much he’s shaking. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate before putting on the ring and then kissing it on Jimin’s finger.
“I’ll make you the happiest man in the world, Min,” he promises. “I love you so much.”
Jimin cups his face and grazes the warm skin of his cheekbone. He whisper i love you back, not able to take his eyes off of Jungkook. There’s a million thoughts in his head, none of which he can put into words.
Except for one.
“You already do, baby.”