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“Okay, you know what,” Jungkook mutters under his breath.
Enough, enough, he’s had enough.
He grabs Jimin’s hand from where it was tickling him and tugs him away, ignoring the weird looks he’s surely getting from the staff members.
They have no idea what Jungkook’s been through in the past few hours.
Jimin is brimming with energy today, regenerating endlessly and channeled exclusively into teasing Jungkook.
Sometimes he’ll just come and stand in front of Jungkook just to see what he’ll do. Other times, he’ll jump him out of nowhere, piggybacking or just leaping into his arms. He’ll give him a playful punch, call him some childish name, just to get a scold and a laugh.
Sometimes it’s more quiet, a foot rubbing against his under the table, a pinch in the middle of eating, just a hey, I’m here, as if Jungkook could ever be unaware.
One thing after the other, cameras or no cameras, alone or with the members, with the crew, he just. Won’t. Stop.
Really, Jungkook’s got the patience of a saint.
Jimin lets himself be dragged with a giggle. "Where are you taking me!"
"Away!" Jungkook answers back, ducking his head when he sees a camera follow their path across the stage. He hurries, pulling a bit harder since Jimin’s decided to play at resisting.
It doesn’t last long. It’s just for show, anyway. He probably clocked the camera too and decided to play it up a little, give it something cute so it’ll look away, appeased, and not bother with them for a while.
He weaves through the corridors until he gets to a room. It seems to be some sort of wardrobe room, but he doesn’t care one bit. The important thing is that it’s empty and has a lock on the door.
He twists the locking mechanism swiftly and then looks down at Jimin, who's got his back against the wood and trying to keep a straight face.
Jungkook puts his hands on either side of Jimin’s head, caging him in. "What are you doing.” Jimin is a very willing captive, just batting his eyelashes curiously. “Hm?"
"I was just waiting around for my turn at rehearsal, like always." He shrugs, tries to peer behind Jungkook, over his shoulder. "What did you want? What's in here?"
"What did I—" He flattens Jimin against the door again with a palm on his stomach. He can’t let him off the hook yet. "What did I want?"
"Yeah. Why did you bring me here?" He covers Jungkook’s hand with his, fingers slipping in between. "Hm?" He smiles at him, a teasing, bright glint in his eye. He's getting that smile that Jungkook loves so much, the one just before—
Ah, they shouldn't. Already, if anyone sees them come out of a locked backroom after Jungkook literally dragged Jimin away, there would be too many questions.
Jimin's chuckle breaks him out of his reverie. "If you're going to look at me like that, Jungkook-ah..."
"How am I looking?"
"Like it's been too long since you kissed me." He licks his lips, a calculated move. Jungkook falls for it, like a fool.
A happy, willing fool.
As soon as he leans down, Jimin takes hold of his shirt, pulling him in eagerly. Lips fold together, familiar, practiced, but no less thrilling for it.
It's always different when they're surrounded by work people. Jungkook's always been bad at hiding, but lately, knowing what's coming, it's a race against time. He's got a little voice in his head constantly demanding that he take advantage of every moment, so…he tells himself that's what he's doing now, instead of being reckless and stupid.
Jimin hums, pleased, and settles back down from where he'd gotten on his tip toes. "See, too long."
"Since the car ride over," Jungkook says, picking up some fluff from Jimin's shirt and flicking it away. "What, five hours? Seven?"
Jimin’s response is to lift up again for another lingering lingering kiss. He brings their cheeks together and just leans against Jungkook, sighing happily.
He's being so sweet.
He's never like this at work. Sure, he teases, but any other day, he'd have slapped Jungkook's hand away and whispered, later. The times he's let Jungkook walk him into an empty room and lock him in to make out are...
Well. A few. But given how long they've been together, and how long they've been fooling around before that, it's practically nothing.
So, something's up.
"Hey," Jungkook says with a soft voice. "What is it?" Jimin's leaning all his weight on Jungkook now, arms trapped against his chest. Jungkook takes to swaying them from side to side. "Is the concert making you nervous?"
Jimin shakes his head. "No. I mean, sure, but a normal amount. Healthy amount."
"So then?"
It takes Jimin a second, but finally, he says softly, "I just feel like I haven't seen you."
Jungkook has to laugh at that. "Hyung, we've been together all day. Car, first rehearsal, lunch, soundcheck..."
Oh god, now he’s pouting. "Well, it's how I feel."
How is that even possible?
"But that doesn't…” He runs the past few hours through his head, and they've been attached at the hip, as usual. So today can't be the problem. But yesterday was business as usual too, except…
Ah.
It dawns on Jungkook. "Oh."
"Oh, what oh." Jimin pats his chest in a let me go gesture. Jungkook unwinds his arms from around Jimin's waist only to catch his wrists and twist them around so Jungkook is the one pressed to the door this time.
"This is about last night."
Jimin looks away with a little huff, and that's how Jungkook knows he's right.
"I didn't come to your room last night so now you're all mopey." He grins. "Isn't that right, Park Jimin-ssi?"
"No," he says, still deep in a pout. He tries to get to the lock. "Let's go back, they'll be looking for us."
"No they won't.” Jungkook ducks his head, trying to catch Jimin's eye. "You're not on for at least another half hour."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I was right next to you when we got our slots." He plants a peck on Jimin's pouting lips. God, this man. "Because we have been together all," another peck, “damn,” one more, “day.”
Jimin licks his lips, softened a little, but the flush of embarrassment is still high on his cheeks. "Did you sleep early?” He’s looking somewhere in Jungkook’s chest, not meeting his eyes. “Is that why you didn't come."
Jungkook cackles in unrestrained glee."I knew it!" He grabs Jimin around the waist and plants him over to the table that's thankfully not far, leaning into him with a giant smile. Jimin leans back as if to avoid him, but there's an embarrassed smile playing at his lips too. "You make fun of me for collecting stamps or whatever, but I miss one night and you get all mopey."
"Stop with that! I'm not mopey," Jimin says with a roll of his eyes.
"So too, mopey. And clingy.” He catches Jimin's cheeks between his hands. “And bold. You didn’t get your hands off me all day!" Another loud smack on his lips. He really can't hold back his grin. "God, I love when Mr Restraint gets weak." A smug raise of eyebrows. "Weak for me."
Jimin raises an eyebrow at him. "Keep making that face and we'll be solving that problem quick."
Jungkook won't be deterred when he's right. "Admit it. You missed me last night. And you know that's ridiculous, so you're embarrassed. Look, you're all red." He pinches Jimin's cheek to a deeply unimpressed look from the man himself.
“Maybe I won’t come today either!” He doesn’t mean it, but he makes it sound like he does. He starts pulling back. “Stay in my room and chill, or maybe go meet one of the others–”
Jimin grabs him by the back of his neck and brings him in for another kiss, and this one—okay.
This is definitely not a workplace kiss. It’s urgent from the first touch, hard breaths and harder grips. Even with the door firmly locked, Jungkook's worried they'll get caught, because if somehow someone walked in right now, how would they explain the way Jimin's legs are wrapped around him, heels pushing into his ass to press them together? How would they explain Jimin fisting tightly at his hair and the fucking sinful noise he made, or his hand slipping under Jungkook's t-shirt?
These are all very sensible worries, because Jungkook is a sensible person…
Who forgets about all of that as soon as Jimin bites his bottom lip and licks into his mouth with purpose.
Sue him, Jungkook sinks into it. Sue him, he fucking loves when Jimin gets rough with him. He loves bending down to accommodate him, shivering at his possessive grip.
So sue him, he loses track of time.
Jimin feels good against him. He always does, but he’s been buzzing with energy all day and that translates into the kiss. He pulls at Jungkook like he hasn’t seen him in weeks, like he needs him.
Jungkook loves that feeling, and Jimin knows it. Jimin knows what he likes, inside and out, and he’s giving him everything, so Jungkook just takes.
And takes,
and takes.
A sharp knock at the door makes him jump.
"Jimin-ssi?"
It’s a familiar voice, but Jungkook can’t quite pin a face to it. One of the staff members that was on stage with them before, probably looking for Jimin to tell him his slot is coming up.
"Fuck, I think," Jungkook murmurs into said Jimin-ssi's mouth, even though it’s the last thing he wants to say right now, "I think it's time for you to go.”
Damn, he’s panting. He can hear his heartbeat beating wildly in his ears, loud and happy.
"Mm," Jimin says with one last breath shared between them, one long inhale. "Now?”
“Now,” Jungkook says with a breathless laugh. Sometimes Jimin needs more time to come down from it than him, his head getting all hazy. “They’re looking for you.”
“Okay,” he says, his hands still framing Jungkook’s face. He drops the sweetest kiss yet on Jungkook’s lips and murmurs, “Baby."
"Yeah."
"Don't leave me waiting again tonight, okay?"
"No," Jungkook shakes with a hard swallow. He licks his lips, bumps their noses together. "Promise."
Jimin smiles at him, serene and beautiful, a whole different person from the one who had just been slipping his fingers dangerously low into Jungkook’s pants when he's got rehearsal, with people, with cameras, in mere minutes.
What a demon. Jungkook is so lucky.
He gets one last kiss, and this one is all pure, all love. Jungkook sways into it, swept away in Jimin.
"Here," Jungkook says when he blinks himself back to sense, pulling out a mask from his pocket. It's the reusable one, so people might notice, but they might notice less than Jimin's lips, all red and obviously up to unsavoury things in locked backrooms. He puts it on for him, sweeps his hair away so that it falls comfortably. "I'm five minutes behind you."
Jimin pats his butt and Jungkook moves away, lets him jump off the table and saunter over to the door, spring in his step.
He turns back for one last look, a smile Jungkook can see even with the mask, since Jimin's smile is all in his eyes. “Are you going to come watch?”
Like he doesn't know what Jungkook’s answer will be. “What do you think? Go already," Jungkook tells him with a jut of his chin, a small smile on his lips too.
"Going," Jimin says with a light, happy laugh.
Of course he's happy. He got exactly what he wanted. He got to tease, to fluster, to have all of Jungkook's attention; to turn him into a mess all in secret like at the beginning and walk away satisfied to go back to his full time job of charming everybody. And now, for the final step of the process, Jungkook will come tumbling out to follow and it will become a joke, how he's always got his eyes on Jimin.
Jungkook's made his peace with that. It's true, anyway. That little voice in his head, that little whisper in his heart, that drive to touch, to kiss, to hold, to have him—they make it so.
And it suits them both just fine.