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It’s just there .
It’s not exactly Jungkook’s fault that he can’t stop himself. It’s just there. Just waiting for Jungkook to do something with it. Something like, oh I don’t know , grab it maybe. Hit it with the back of his hands multiple times. Or even kick it playfully with his knees. It all depends on his mood for the day, really.
“Jeon Jungkook, would you please stop doing that?!” Jimin cries out exasperatedly.
“What?”
“Stop hitting my butt!”
Jimin was in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water when Jungkook came out of nowhere to smack his butt – hard! – making water slosh sloppily against the side of his glass and spilling on the kitchen counter. Okay, you know what, actually Jimin knew it was coming. He had heard the youngest’s footsteps scurrying from the living room, had heard the fast pace hitting the linoleum of the kitchen, had even heard Jungkook stopping behind him, but he was just so used to it all to even bother turning.
“Now you’ve made a mess. You’d better grab the dry cloth before Seokjin hyung comes in here.”
“How is that my fault?” Jungkook says, making a bewildered face, feigning innocence.
“You were the one who hit me!”
Jungkook made a blowing sound. “Pfft! If anything, it was your fault, Jimin.”
“ My fault? Care to enlighten me how this mess is my fault? And it’s Jimin hyung , you brat,” Jimin says, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at the younger.
Jungkook puts up his index finger. “For starters, you shouldn’t be pouring water when I do that.“
“I was getting myself a drink!”
Middle finger joins up. “Two, you shouldn’t be standing there like that.“
“Then where should I stand?”
Ring finger up. “Three, you shouldn’t be wearing those jeans,” Jungkook finishes.
“Tell me one good reason why not.”
The younger was speechless for a moment, unable to come up with a good comeback. “I don’t know. You just shouldn’t,” he answers quietly.
“Jungkook, you’re not making any sense,” Jimin sighs.
“ You’re not making any sense! Just don’t wear it. Or maybe you shouldn’t have any butt at all. Make it disappear. Make it go away,” Jungkook says, getting annoyed for some reason, waving his hand away while turning and leaving Jimin standing in the kitchen, feeling even more confused.
“Jimin.”
“Jimin.”
“Jimin.”
Jimin is pointedly ignoring him, because Jungkook noticed the way he stilled for a moment before turning the page of his textbook. He’s doing it on purpose and Jungkook knows the reason why. Biting the inside of his cheeks, he calls out, “Jiminie hyung.”
“Yes, Kookie?” Jimin answers sweetly, turning to look at him and batting his eyelashes.
Jungkook scoffs. What a child , he thinks.
“Can you come here for a moment?”
Jimin looks around the living room. Jungkook is sitting with his book in one hand at the other end of the sofa, one leg pulled under him while the other is dangling down the settee. Taehyung is splayed under the coffee table with his textbook on his face and an arm draped across his stomach, small snores signaling that he’s asleep. Hoseok is sitting on the sofa recliner, concentrating on his iPad with furrowed eyebrows as he scribbles footnotes into his notebook. Namjoon prefers to study in kitchen, where he has easy access to all the coffee and food. Yoongi and Seokjin are nowhere to be seen, probably studying in their own bedroom. The five of them are, after all, crashing at the two oldest’s apartment in a so called study group .
Jimin takes a deep breath and stretches himself slowly across the sofa, feeling all the muscle coils loosening as he reaches Jungkook’s end, tucking his chin into both his palms.
“How may I help you?”
Being stressed over his final exam is making him jittery, and when he’s jittery, Jungkook can’t stay still. Maybe that is why Taehyung loves riling him up even more, because then he would have a partner to create havoc with. The hyungs’ apartment would turn upside down when both of them are on a roll. But currently, with Taehyung napping, he has no other way of destressing himself. He can only think of one thing to do.
He reaches over, hand going over Jimin’s head and back, and pokes at Jimin’s butt.
Jimin looks up at the other deliberately, tilting his head to the side.
“Do you want me to face the other side so that it’s easier for you to reach?”
He had meant it in a sarcastic way, but when Jungkook’s face lights up at the suggestion he knows there is nothing he wouldn’t do for the younger. He just have this thing for Jungkook, something that makes him dote on the maknae, something that just gives in despite sometimes being pushed away.
It used to be even worse last time. Jungkook literally did push him away whenever he came near. But nowadays it seems like Jungkook seeks him more, is more touchy-touchy, and he lets his feelings be more known.
Jimin doesn’t know what to do with it, but he goes with it anyway.
He rolls his eyes dramatically and turns to face the other side, bringing his phone and textbook with him. Facing the wall is not really that bad – it kinda gives a bit more peaceful feeling to it because he couldn’t see the other boys and there are no small movements to distract him. Hence, making it easier for Jimin to study. Suddenly Jungkook does something that makes him yelp – Jungkook gripping his thighs and pulling him nearer, overlapping their thighs so that Jimin is straddling his waist. They know that Jungkook is strong, but Jimin just found out just how strong he actually is. The way that he had pulled the older makes him feel like he weighs nothing, like Jimin is just a plate of food and Jungkook is pulling it closer to eat – and Jimin does weigh a lot. All those muscles are not exactly light.
The position that they are in makes him blush furiously, which makes not facing Jungkook a good thing – the younger couldn’t see the blood rising to his cheeks.
Jimin dares a peek to Hoseok, but Hoseok is still focused on his iPad. It’s either that he is too focused, or he refuses to acknowledge what was going on. Jimin would like to think that it is the first reason, because he doesn’t know what to do if the older thinks that there is something going on between him and Jungkook. Hell, Jimin doesn’t know what is going on between him and Jungkook.
He freezes when he feels Jungkook placing his book on his butt, but he relaxes when the younger starts massaging his outer thigh softly, as if he is comforting Jimin, as if he is reassuring him that it is okay, that it is fine. But Jimin knows, that when Jungkook slowly inch upwards and starts poking his butt, Jimin knows that he is actually comforting himself. He could sense the younger relaxing, reading quietly and stopping his ministrations for long periods of time, only to do it again out of boredom, like he needs to do something with his hands.
He gets annoyed, though, when Jungkook starts flicking his butt.
Oh, my God. Would you look at that?
There it is again.
They are in the supermarket buying groceries that ran out within the week because Jungkook couldn’t stop eating ramens and Namjoon kept munching on cookies. Yoongi found out that Hoseok was the one who kept finishing their milk and leaving the carton in the fridge. (“ It is supposed to be a reminder ,” Hoseok had argued). Taehyung, meanwhile, seems to be the person who said that he’d make pancakes for everyone, but the flour ends up getting more on the counter and the floor rather than in the bowl. (“ The recipe said to ‘sift the flour into a large bowl’. Who knew sifting was actually hard work? How do you hold a sieve in one hand and pour flour from the other?” Taehyung had asked sincerely while helping Seokjin clean the mess. “It’s written ‘two cups’ for a reason, Tae. You use a 'cup' ,” Seokjin answered patiently.) Jimin, on the other hand, eats only fruits as snacks and Seokjin sees no use of buying a variety of fruits because if Jimin doesn’t come over, the fruits are as good as gone bad because Seokjin prefers vegetables and Yoongi only eats his choice of fruits.
Seokjin is searching for sesame oil with Jimin at his side, bending over the handle of the shopping cart so that he can help search, pushing slowly with only the tips of his shoes.
Seriously, Jungkook thinks. Why does Jimin have a bubble butt? Is it necessary? Does he have to have it? Jimin wouldn’t be Jimin, though, if he doesn’t have a bubble butt, but Jungkook thinks that even if Jimin doesn’t have it, he would still be pulled to do this.
He dashes towards the two, smacking Jimin’s butt hard before dropping the cereal box into the cart, and he hurries away again.
“Jeon. Jungkook! That fucking hurts!”
The youngest snickers from the next aisle, a small satisfaction burying itself into his heart. He doesn’t entirely know why he likes bothering the other so much. It’s just fun to do so, and it’s even funnier when Jimin gets annoyed.
“Hyuuung,” he hears Jimin whines. “Please tell Jungkook to stop.”
“ You have to tell him to stop, Jimin-ah. He won’t listen to others because he’s not doing it to anyone else. He only does it to you, if you realize.”
“I do! And I do tell him to stop, but he’s not listening.” Jungkook hears the pout in Jimin’s voice. “It hurts sometimes, when he hits me hard.”
“I think he likes you, Jimin.” Seokjin says softly. “If he likes you, all the more reason for you to tell him to stop doing it. He wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
What ? He likes Jimin? Jimin ?! No, he doesn’t .
He just likes Jimin’s butt. And the shape of his butt. And the way it sways when Jimin walks. Sometimes, he likes the way Jimin walks. Or the way Jimin has to hold a bowl with two hands because his hands are smaller than everyone else’s. Or when Jimin has to stand on his toes to grab something from the top shelf. Jungkook also likes it sometimes when Jimin laughs. Okay, he likes Jimin’s laughs. Urgh. It reminds him of fairies. Or at least, how he imagines fairies laugh like – all tinkling and shimmering. Jimin also acts all baby-ish when he’s sleepy, always slamming himself into Jungkook’s space and wanting to be cuddled. Jungkook likes that, too. Sometimes. He also finds it endearing that Jimin doesn’t know that he’s cute. He always says that he admires manly men, wanting to be all macho and sexy, saying that he really is not cute when the others coo at him. But he whines like a baby. He acts like a baby, too. His pout is like a baby. Jimin is a baby!
Jungkook stops.
What is this feeling ? What is this realization ? He doesn’t like Jimin. He doesn’t.
Does he?
Does Jimin likes him too? Is that why he puts up with whatever shit Jungkook gives him?
Then, does it really hurt when Jungkook smacks his butt? He always thought that it was all an act. But if it really does hurt, why doesn’t Jimin say so?
You brat. I do tell you that it hurts , Jimin’s voice says in his head.
No. No . He doesn’t mean to hurt Jimin. He doesn’t want to hurt Jimin. Jimin is cute. Jimin is precious . Jimin is-
“What the hell are you doing there standing in the middle of the aisle?” Taehyung’s booming voice comes from behind him.
“Hyung!” he jumps.
Taehyung laughs. “I didn’t know the Golden Maknae scares easily.”
“I’m not scared. I was just surprised. There’s a difference,” Jungkook pouts.
“Whatever you say, Kookie. C’mon, Yoongi hyung is already paying.”
Jungkook is quiet on the walk home. He carries the plastic bags quietly, contemplating his newly found affection towards the short, blonde haired fairy walking in front of him, the one hugging a paper bag full of pastries because his arms are short. The one whose bubble butt makes Jungkook want to punch his pillow.
Shit.
“Hyung,” Jungkook calls.
Six startled heads turn to look at him.
“Um, Jimin hyung.”
Five heads turn back towards the TV to continue watching the horror movie that everyone else had wanted to watch but Hoseok, who had protested strongly but was shushed over with Yoongi’s soothing squeeze on his hand.
In the blue lighting casted by the TV in the dark living room, he sees Jimin getting up from the floor and stepping over legs carefully. Jungkook’s own spot between Jimin and Taehyung is empty, only a bundle of blankets left. Namjoon is sitting on the sofa with his head thrown back and Jungkook knows that the older is already sleeping. His arms are draped over Seokjin’s shoulders, nonetheless, and Seokjin is leaning comfortably into him, a thin blanket covering both their legs. Taehyung is sitting on the floor against the sofa with a pillow behind his back and another pillow in his hands. (“ Just in case ”, he said). Yoongi is in the single sofa with Hoseok on his lap, who hides his face in Yoongi’s neck whenever a scary scene is shown and all his screams are muffled by the baby blanket he has in his grip. One of Yoongi’s hand is wrapped around Hoseok in support while the other is resting across the younger’s thighs.
Jungkook is leaning against the half-wall that makes a counter that separates the kitchen from the living room, and when Jimin is close enough to see him, Jungkook beckons him into the kitchen.
“Where did you keep the cereal that we bought earlier?” he whispers, not wanting to interrupt the tensed silence.
Jimin looks at him with an eyebrow raised. He looks comical like that, like someone who is holding in his stomachache.
“It’s there in the usual cabinet, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin whispers back.
“No, it’s not.”
“It is. I kept it there.”
“Nope. Couldn’t find it.” Jungkook think it’s funny that they are bickering in hushed voices.
Jimin sighs. It’s no use arguing with the maknae when he does this. He opens the upper corner cabinet, where Seokjin keeps all the cookies, cereals and other junk food, and pulls out the box of cereal that Jungkook is looking for.
“Here it is. I don’t know why you need me to-“
He stops when he feels Jungkook hitting his butt.
“Honestly, Kook-ah, I don’t know what it is that you have against my butt.”
“Who says I have anything against it?” Jungkook hits his butt again.
Jimin turns around slowly, placing the cereal box on the counter.
“Then, is there a reason why you keep doing this?”
Jungkook blushes. “There is no reason.”
“Then-“
His words die in his throat when Jungkook turns him around to face the cabinet.
“Answer me this. Does it hurt when I do this?” The younger hits both his butt cheeks in turns with the back of his hand.
“No.”
“What about this?” Jungkook lightly taps his butt with his knee.
“No.”
“How about this?” Jungkook squeezes his butt softly.
“Jungkook!” Jimin turns around fast, his cheeks burning up.
The younger has the decency to look innocent, like he genuinely wants to know.
“Well?” Jungkook presses.
“Well what?”
“Does it hurt when I do that?”
“No, Jungkook, but-“
“Okay. I’ll stop smacking your butt, but please don’t make me stop doing all the others? I promise I won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Jungkook-“
“I know it must have hurt sometimes, and I’m sorry. I don’t really know my own strength when I hit you. I just.. like your butt.”
“You like my butt ?”
“It’s just.. so.. round. Y’know, like-“ Jungkook shows the action of holding two round things.
“Okay, stop,” Jimin puts up a palm. Apparently he’s embarrassed with the way Jungkook is talking about his butt, because he is turning red really fast.
“And I like you ,” Jungkook says quietly. So quiet that Jimin almost didn’t catch it.
The younger looks down, hoping that Jimin doesn’t see the pink tinge.
“ Okay ,” Jimin breathes. As if he’s not heated up already. As if Jungkook’s confession doesn’t make butterflies fly in his stomach. He fights his smile. “Okay. But if it starts hurting again, I’m taking my butt away from you.”
Jungkook looks up slowly, a shy smile pulling at his lips.
“Okay. No taking your bubble butt away from me.”
“No hurting me,” Jimin says with one finger up. “No hurting, and I won’t take it away. I’m warning you.”
“Fine,” Jungkook huffs, scrunching his nose.
“Fine,” Jimin sticks his tongue out, pushing the younger aside so he can walk past him. When he is almost out doorway, he turns his head to look back at Jungkook. “Aren’t you gonna come? I was thinking of sitting on your lap.”
“Coming! Lemme just- keep this-“ Jungkook keeps the cereal back, slamming the cabinet door close before chasing after Jimin out the kitchen.