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This fantastic moodboard made by @jiminstarlight on twt and Bluesky
The sun was beating down hot but the breeze on the boat was cool. Tae was kicking back, on his phone as usual texting with his Wooga Squad buddies. He chuckled to himself and periodically held his phone up for Jimin to see, sharing the laugh on the rare occasion when it wasn’t an inside joke among the Wooga Squad guys alone.
They all had them, the inside jokes. Jimin with his Padding Squad - although they were scattered about at the moment, some still enlisted, some engaged in activities with their groups. Jungkook had them with the 97 Liners, guys who saw each other frequently for a drink and a laugh, most of whom still had enlistment ahead of them.
Jimin and Jungkook though - their inside jokes were off the charts. Years of spending hours upon hours of watching dramas, YouTube, and other content together gave them an endless supply of common references. They didn’t even need to use words some of the time. Sometimes just a gesture or facial expression was all they needed to both dissolve into a fit of laughter.
So Taehyung’s behavior at the moment on the boat was one hundred percent understandable and universal among the three friends in the maknae line.
But Jimin was bored. He didn’t really have his Padding Squad to text with right now. And Hobi-hyung and Jin-Hyung, like Sungwoon, were enlisted. So he looked out at the sea. He grabbed another beer and took a swig.
He glanced to his right. His love - his preferred playmate - was deep in sleep. Flat on his back in the warm sun. Topless. Drowsing peacefully as the breeze cooled his skin and kept him comfortable in spite of the sun beating down. Snoring. He knew his man was exhausted. So much traveling and promotion that even on vacation he had a lot of sleep to catch up on. And after so much time apart, the temptation to stay up late just the two of them, just to be together with no agenda, cameras off, was too hard to resist. They had stayed up late last night and been woken up early this morning. So Jungkook was sleeping soundly. And when he slept like this he was almost impossible to wake up. It was easier to wake the dead than to wake a napping Jungkook.
Jimin took in his extraordinary beauty. A sight he never tired of drinking in. He could hear Jungkook’s hearty snores, letting Jimin know he was in deep, deep slumber.
Jimin sighed. Bored. Peaceful and happy, but bored.
Then he saw it. The squeeze tube of sunscreen. He was reminded he should put some on. Can’t risk premature aging as an idol, that’s for sure. He squeezed some into the palm of his hand, remarking on how thick it was, how it held a line in his hand as he squeezed a squiggle there. He rubbed his hands together and smeared it on his arms.
He needed more. Some for his face. So he lazily squeezed out an English cursive J into the palm of his hand. It was pretty perfect and held its shape nicely. Jimin glanced down at it, smeared it around between his two hands and patted it onto his face.
Then he looked down at the tube again.
And he looked over at his sleeping boyfriend.
He’s gonna get a sunburn if he’s not careful.
He should put on some sunscreen.
Hmm.
Then it happens. Like a flash.
An evil idea crosses Jimin’s mind. Followed by a cheeky smirk crossing his lips.
He chuckles to himself, completely delighted by the scheme forming in his mind.
He takes the sunscreen tube and quietly walks over to his sleeping boyfriend, careful to not lose his balance as the boat moves, rocking gently from side to side.
He sits down as gently as he can next to Jungkook. Jungkook stirs slightly.
“Jagi?” he grumbles sleepily.
“You stay sleeping, baby. I’m just gonna put a little sunscreen on your chest so you don’t burn.”
”I already put some on, ‘sokay . . .”
”I think you need a little bit more in one spot, love. Let me get that for you.” Jimin is having a very hard time keeping his laughter in.
“Mmm, kay . . .” Jungkook mumbles, still deep in sleep, “Thanks babe.” He throws both arms out to the side to make the job easier for Jimin.
Little does he know . . .
It takes all of Jimin’s willpower to not laugh out loud. He is stunned at his own evil genius.
Carefully, without touching the tube itself to Jungkook’s skin at all, he squeezes the sunscreen onto Jungkook’s chest with focus and purpose.
Spelling his own name. In big, slightly sloppy hangul.
He chuckles an evil laugh to himself. It’s takes all his self control to not blurt out in loud laughter.
Taehyung sits up abruptly, phone still in hand and sees with his eyes wide as he realizes what Jimin is doing.
Well, what he has done.
Jimin glares back at his soulmate and puts his index finger over his own lips, sending a clear signal for Taehyung to shut the fuck up before he wakes Jungkook and ruins Jimin's brilliant caper.
Tae just shakes his head, smiles his big boxy smile, and goes back to his phone.
The cameras, of course, catch all of this. Will they use it? Jimin is relatively sure they wouldn’t dare.
Jimin finishes the job of writing his name on his boyfriend in sunscreen, big, bold and obvious. He caps the sunscreen and gingerly walks back to join Tae in the shade. As soon as he gets there, he cackles quietly to himself and Tae smacks him.
“You are a fucking menace, Park Jimin.”
“That’s evil genius to you,” he says with a smirk. “Once he gets tan he’s gonna have my name on him for weeks.”
“How long are you gonna let him sleep like that?”
“Dunno, maybe an hour? He should be good and dark by then. Except for where the sunscreen is, of course.”
“Oh my god, Jimin. Remind me to never get on your bad side!”
“Hey! He's not on my bad side! I love him!”
“Yeah, I know. That’s what I mean! Imagine what you would do to someone you hated!”
***
About an hour or hour and a half later, Jungkook finally stirs. He rolls over onto his side as he wakes up from an absolutely lovely nap in a completely idyllic setting.
Jimin sees him and runs over to where he is sleeping, phone in hand, camera open and ready to shoot.
Jungkook stretches and stands up. He looks down at Jimin, poised beneath him with his camera raised.
“What are you taking a photo of, Jimin-ssi? Did I wake up with morning wood in the afternoon or something?” He says embarrassed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist before even checking.
As he does so, notices his chest.
“What is on there? Is that sunscreen? But . . . What the hell . . .”
He sees that somehow Jimin’s name is on his chest, painted in sunscreen. Sunscreen that has gotten a little bit dry and cakey.
“What the fu-” he says in a full laugh, his smile broad and toothy. “What did you do??? You said you were putting sunscreen on me!”
“Did I lie?” Jimin says with a cheeky grin as he snaps the picture.
They notice the camera capturing this whole conversation, filming them as this all goes down.
Jimin gives a fake glare to the camera operator. “You wouldn’t dare include this.”
The camera operator lets out a hearty chuckle. “We’ll see, Jimin-ssi.”
“I dare you!” Jimin glares back.
“Yeah? Okay, I’ll take that dare . . .” the camera operator says with a smirk. “Bet you 10,000 won I get this past the editors.”
Jimin scoffs. “You’re on.”
As the two bicker, Jungkook takes the towel from around his waist and wipes off the sunscreen.
It takes a moment for the penny to drop, to understand what Jimin has actually done. His eyes widen, horrified at seeing his boyfriend’s name literally reverse tanned into his skin, set off in perfect golden honey as the skin around it has become golden brown.
“Jimin-ssi!!!!” he screams, reminiscent of another boat ride where he yelled the same thing. “What did you do???? This is gonna last for days!!!”
Jimin’s eyes go wide in fear for a second and then are squeezed into crescents as he erupts with laughter.
“Guess you’re gonna have to keep your shirt on, Jungkookie. Guess I’m the only one who is gonna get to see that bare body of yours.”
“Jimin! This is as bad as the hickey!!!”
“No it isn’t! No one is ever gonna see this, baby. Just me.”
Jungkook lunges at Jimin and rolls him onto the spot where he had been sleeping so peacefully moments before, bodily pinning him down, his big hands firm around Jimin’s wrists, holding them above his head. From across the boat he can see Taehyung roll his eyes.
“For god’s sake, get a room, you two.”
“Hey - you’re the one who insisted on coming with us! You’re gonna have to live with this.” Jungkook jokes back at him as Jimin struggles and squeals beneath his big body.
“Yeah, I’ve been living with your horny asses for three days now. Haven’t I been punished enough?” He groans as he goes back to his phone, turning his back on the couple and complaining via text to his friends about his misery as third wheel.
Jungkook pins Jimin down and starts peppering him with kisses as the camera operator rolls his eyes, turns away, and turns off the camera.
“Cameras off, everyone. Looks like we got some ‘not suitable for Disney’ happening here. Take five.”
Jungkook takes Jimin’s earlobe into his mouth and bites. Jimin shrieks.
“Kookie, Kookie - please! I’m sorry, it was a joke!”
“I have to go back to promotions when we leave here! How am I going to explain this?”
“You have a whole week before you leave town again! It will fade by then!” Jimin argues. He tries to look up at him innocently, making big puppy eyes as Jungkook continues his assault.
“Oh yeah, how do you know? What are the stylist noonas gonna say?”
“I’m - aaackk! - I’m sorry! I swear!!!” He says between shrieks and giggles.
“Oh you’re gonna be sorry, Park Jimin. Verrrryyyy sorry. Just wait. I would sleep with one eye open if I were you, jagiya. Because you sooooooo owe me. And I know exactly how I want to be paid back . . .”
He releases Jimin’s wrists and pins him down flat on his back with his big hands on Jimin’s shoulders, glancing up to make sure all cameras are off, and plants a scathing hot kiss on his boyfriend, pushing his lips open with his tongue, asserting his claim on Jimin’s open mouth. Jimin lets out a deep sigh.
“Just you wait, Jimin-ssi,” he whispers, “Tonight you’re paying me back . . . understood?”
“Uh-huh. Y-yeah . . .” Jimin almost moans. “Paying you back . . .”
“Yeah. What do you think about that? I should put you in time out and give you some time to think about what you’ve done, you bad bad boy.” Jungkook almost growls, dropping into Busan satori.
Jimin moans at Jungkook's dominant tone. “Don’t need time . . . I know what I think about what I’ve done . . .”
“Yeah? And what’s that . . .”
Jimin sighs under the body weight of his boyfriend as they move against each other, a preview of what will come later that night.
“That I’m a genius.” Jimin says with a smirk as he rolls Jungkook over until he is the one on top. “An absolute fucking genius.”
Fin