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Kiss Me Christmas
Jimin has been watching Jungkook ever since he saw him one day at his college. His smile was the most precious thing ever. Jungkook quickly became very popular, not only handsome as hell, but insanely cute at times. Jimin had the biggest crush and all he's done is watch Jungkook from afar. That changes one day when Jimin decides to hold a Christmas party. At first it was only for friends and family and Jimin considered inviting Jungkook, but they weren't that close at all. Jungkook however, somehow invited himself. Or Jimin just didn't want to say no.
“I heard you are having a Christmas party.” Jungkook suddenly says to him one day when he's on the verge of pulling his hair out over his homework.
“Huh?” He questions stupidly, wondering if he was dreaming that Jungkook was actually talking to him. Did he even know his name? Jungkook snickers to his friend by his side and then looks at Jimin again. His chin tilted down, but eyes lifted to his, waiting for an answer. “Oh, yeah. Just friends and... family though.” Jungkook suddenly looked a bit disappointed.
“Oh.” He says sadly and somewhat pouts in the most adorable way, that Jimin now feels guilty.
“But you can come! If you want?” Jimin suddenly jumps up and says. Jungkook's face brightens up instantly.
“Really? Can I bring some friends of my own?”
“Of course!” Cause he can't say no when Jungkook looks so hopeful and is smiling to him. Talking to him.
A few friends he had said. A few... Well a few was a lot more than Jimin remembered the number to be. And Jungkook wasn't sending him a single look. Only once when he had arrived did he say, 'thanks for inviting me' and then ignored his presence.
But Jimin wasn't ready to give up. He decided to start concocting a plan. While Jungkook was off laughing with other people, Jimin started hanging mistletoe around random areas in the house.
“What the heck are you doing?” Jimin jumped and almost fell from his stool. He turned around to find a rosy cheeked Taehyung looking at him weirdly.
“I'm going to get Jungkook to kiss me.” Taehyung took a few seconds, swaying from side to side, obviously drunk, before nodding.
“Okay.” He said simply and walked away. Then Jimin went to find Jungkook, sipping on some eggnog and laughing with some guy he's seen at school before, but couldn't place who. Jungkook looked a little uncomfortable, his laugh seemed forced. Then he was walking off and saying goodbye to the guy. Jimin smiled when Jungkook turned and locked eyes with him, but almost immediately Jungkook looked away and walked off in a different direction. He was being purposefully ignored and it sent a sort of sting to his heart.
Jungkook looked really good that night. Hair hanging in front of one eye, dark, fitting jeans, and a loose shirt tucked into said jeans, showing off his slim waist, and just enough collarbone to make Jimin more than a little flustered.
He wanted to say something, to go up to him flirt, or something, but his voice wouldn't cooperate, his feet wouldn't listen, so he stared at Jungkook staring at his drink. He'd never have the courage to do something, so many people in his way.
He regretted not going up to Jungkook earlier when he was free, because now it was midnight, the party in full swing. Jimin may or may not have been trying to push him under the mistletoe he'd strategically (not really) placed everywhere around the house, all night.
However he has drastically failed. Jungkook's kissed a little girl on the cheek, he's kissed his aunt, he's kissed the dog for Pete's sake! But he hasn't landed one on Jimin and Jimin was nothing short of determined to get one by the end of the night.
Jimin has had the longest, most ardent crush on Jungkook. And he made the decision that tonight he would plant one on him and confess his long time feelings for him. However fate doesn't seem to give him a chance.
People are clinging onto him, pulling him away just as they pass under the archway where the mistletoe hung. There was also another lost opportunity when Jimin finally gathered the courage to grab Jungkook's wrist, and surprisingly he followed without a fight to the mistletoe under the doorway. But just as he was under, Taehyung decides to bump him out of the way and grab onto Jungkook's shoulders.
He watched with sickening horror as Jungkook was pulled under the mistletoe when he tried to make a run for it, but his lips crashed onto Taehyung's lips in a sloppy, less than pleasant kiss. Taehyung laughed loudly when they disconnected in a drunken state while Jungkook stood frozen in shock.
Jungkook, his longest crush, just kissed his best friend at HIS Christmas party. Jimin could feel his eyes watering, his efforts all night going to waste. He tried, but it just wasn't meant to be... he couldn't be more sad, and he rushed to get some fresh air before those stifling tears could escape his eyes.
About five minutes later Jimin decided to chug down eggnog in his upset rage and now was blubbering like an idiot to a random person he had the fortune of meeting in the kitchen.
"And then, my best friend. My best friend! Kissed him! My crush's first kiss, was taken by-" I hiccuped. "Him..." Jimin glared into space while cursing his supposed best friend in his head. So yeah, I may have drank a little too much of the eggnog in a jealous rage (I'm pretty sure someone spiked it) and now I was talking drunkenly to what I assumed was a person in front of me. (It may have been a potted fern for all my blurred senses knew.) But then it spoke.
"That's tough man."
"Y-yeah! I know! I mean- I was planning on confessing tonight, you know! And then Taehyung had to mess it all up by kissing him."
"Who cares if he kissed him? Don't let that ruin your plans. If you like the guy, tell him! It's Christmas! A time of miracles!" The guy patted Jimin's shoulder in an encouraging way and suddenly Jimin felt a spike of courage.
"You're right! It's time I do something for once!" He stomped his foot on the ground and then felt a wave of nausea attack him. "B-but first, I need to freshen up, I don't want to confess smelling like sour eggnog." Jimin put a hand on what might have actually been a potted fern this time. "Thanks fern." He said before wobbling to the bathroom upstairs.
He was a little blurry, but each step let some of the eggnog he had chugged run through, and his head cleared bit by bit. He was planning on washing his face and brushing his teeth in his room bathroom and then hopefully catch Jungkook somewhere downstairs near the mistletoe and confess.
So Jimin took deep breaths stumbling into his bathroom and froze when he saw a guy brushing his teeth furiously in his sink. And... wait a second. It was Jungkook.
"J-Jungkook what are you doing in my bathroom?" Jimin blubbered and hiccuped. Jungkook spit and rinsed the toothbrush (which was Jimin's. Jimin really didn't mind).
"Sorry, I had to get that taste out of my mouth." He wrinkled his nose in that cute manner of his he usually did.
"W-what taste?" Jimin almost tripped trying to get closer.
"Taehyung. That jerk kissed me under the mistletoe." Jungkook made a sound of disgust and grimaced. "Ew." Jimin smiled. At least Jungkook didn't like the kiss at all.
"You didn't like it?" Jimin asked innocently.
"God, no!" Jungkook replied with no hesitation.
"Th-then what about me?" Jimin slurred as he took a step further, trying to be sexy and failing utterly when his whole hand just kind of ran down Jungkook's torso like a clumsy fool.
"Hm?" Jungkook hummed as a question and somehow Jimin found that little bit of courage.
"What if I kissed you?" Jimin finally looked into Jungkook's eyes and it was like a cold bucket of ice water being splashed on his head. He was practically completely sober now. "N-no, I mean- I wanted this to go better. What did I just say?" Jimin was panicking out loud as Jungkook watched him in amusement.
"Jimin. Jimin, calm down." Jungkook grabbed onto his shirt, and pulled him to a stop against his chest. "I'd love to kiss you."
"R-really?!" Jimin sounded a bit too surprised and cleared his throat as he started blushing. "I mean, I was planning on telling you something tonight Jungkook."
"Sure, shall we sit on your bed?"
"M-my bed?" Jimin's foggy brain tried to remember anything that would lead to his bed, but then shook his head. Where else would they talk, the closet? "Right. Okay." Jungkook chuckled as he led the way for Jimin to come tumbling after him.
Literally. He hadn't expected it. Neither of them had, but Jimin's unresponding limbs had tangled themselves and sent him toppling onto Jungkook, sending them both into a pile on his bed. The same bed he slept in at night. The same one he dreamed in. The same one he's imagined Jungkook laying on time and time again.
"I thought we were going to talk, but this is fine too." He whispered with flirty eyes as he wrapped his arms slowly around Jimin's neck.
"N-no, I want to talk! Um..." Jimin tried to pull himself away, but found he was too weak to resist leaving Jungkook's arms which were surrounding him. "Um... so..."
"Yes?" Jungkook asked with a tilt of his head, his hair displacing around his forehead, revealing bits of skin that he usually hides under it. Was it weird to think it was incredibly handsome and Jimin found himself very distracted, and very attracted, that he stared with his mouth open for several moments?
Jungkook sighed with a smile on his lips, taking his arms away.
"If we're not going to talk, or do anything, then I guess I will just go."
"Wait! No!" And Jimin tackled him back down with his arms wrapping around Jungkook's chest. "I-I!" Jimin looked up into Jungkook's opened wide eyes, imploring him to say whatever he wanted to say that it gave Jimin that last push he needed to blurt it out. Only after realizing he probably still smelt like alcohol and eggnog. "I like you!" ...
It was only silence in response, until...
"I know." ....
"What?" Then Jungkook chuckled with a sweet laugh.
"I know you like me, Jimin."
"What?! Then-then, your answer?" Jungkook bit his bottom lip in thought for a second, while Jimin stared, fearing and anticipating the answer.
"I like you too." He said as he smiled widely. The relief hit Jimin all at once.
"Oh, thank god." Jimin said before collapsing onto Jungkook's chest. "I thought my heart would beat out of my chest." They stayed still for several moments, both enjoying each others comfort and Jungkook rubbing his hands lightly on Jimin's shoulder blades. Until Jungkook said something.
"So are you going to kiss me? Or do I need to drag you under the mistletoe with me?"
"Oh, please not the mistletoe again. What if Taehyung comes by?"
"Please don't remind me. Ugh. I want to forget that ever happened. Taehyung's not going to remember a thing about it considering how drunk he is." Then Jungkook looked back at Jimin. "How drunk are you?"
"Not drunk at all!" Jungkook stared judging Jimin's state. "I mean, I felt a little drunk, because I drank the eggnog too fast, but I'm already clearing up." Jungkook pursed his lips in thought.
"Okay, but I'd rather do this completely sober, so do you want to sleep it off tonight and kiss me tomorrow? Can I stay over?"
"Please do." Jimin smiled and then they laid down together and Jimin wrapped himself into Jungkook's embrace to get some sleep. "Wait, my house is full of people." He sprung up from the bed and started walking out to send everyone home.
When he came back, after saying goodbye to friends and family, and random college kids, deciding he'd clean the mess the next morning, Jungkook was already falling asleep. Jimin brushed his teeth and then snuggled back under the sheets, hugging Jungkook to him for the night. The kiss could wait until tomorrow...
Except the kiss never came, they woke up. Jimin brushed his mouth really well to get rid of after alcohol smell. He took a shower as Jungkook dozed in remnants of sleep. Then it was Jungkook's turn, while Jimin cleaned the house (took some aspirin for his head) and started making breakfast for them both.
Then they were eating and then cleaning some more, and then they crashed on the couch for a movie. Halfway through and no sign of any sort of kiss, no talk of what they said to each other last night. Jimin sighed. Maybe Jungkook was a little drunk himself? Jimin couldn't smell any alcohol from him, but his own breath probably masked any other smell. Jimin was close to just yelling, kiss me! But he couldn't find the courage. With a sigh Jimin picked himself up from the couch, rubbing his hands on his jeans in nervousness.
"I'm going to get some water, want anything?"
"Oh, I should make some popcorn!" Jungkook jumped up from the couch after Jimin.
"I can do that."
"No, let me." Jungkook pouted at Jimin.
“O-okay." Jimin replied, (he was weak to Jungkook's cuteness) so they both walked to the kitchen together, Jungkook nervously one step behind, but as soon as he reached the entrance way that led to the kitchen, Jungkook pulled Jimin's arm to turn him around, and suddenly they were face to face under the doorway. "Y-yes?" He asked nervously. Jungkook's hands gripped onto Jimin's shirt, bunching it up in the front.
"Look up." Jungkook whispered with a playful gleam in his eye. Jimin did as Jungkook said and his eyes caught sight of the mistletoe he had placed there before the party. It had been a bad idea when Jungkook was kissed by Taehyung under it and he regretted putting it there, but now... Maybe he would end up not regretting it since it gave him the balls to confess. "Will you kiss me now?" Jungkook asked and Jimin smiled mischievously.
"All you had to do was ask." He said before he pulled Jungkook closer by his waist and bumped their noses together. Jungkook gasped in surprise.
They were staring into each others eyes, breaths shortening, quickening. Hearts stomping in their chests, cheeks aflame with touches of soft pink, and lips awaiting for the pressure of meeting each others.
They came closer to each other, eyes fluttering close as they neared. The second they made contact, a spike of electricity traveled to their toes.
Then they were kissing. Light, chaste, but burning deep like a fire. Blazing hot even through the winters chill.
Jungkook sighed blissfully when they disconnected, but it was not enough. The second they broke apart was the same second Jungkook dove back in for another one.
Jimin was freaking out. Oh God, he likes me. He really likes me! He tried to suppress a giddy smile from ruining this perfect kiss that made his toes curl, while Jungkook lost himself in the kiss, backing Jimin up into the door frame.
They broke apart again with heavy breaths, this time Jimin let his smile come out.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just... I like you too much."
"I like you too much too." Then they were kissing again. Sweet, perfect kisses. "Don't ever let Taehyung kiss me again." Jungkook sighed.
"Never." Jimin whispered against his neck where he started kissing patterns on.
Somehow they ended up stumbling onto the couch where the movie was playing. Well... sort of... it was only for a few seconds before they switched to the table in front of the TV, wrestling with clothes and kissing each other senseless. Tongue's roaming uncharted territory and hands mapping expanses of bodies.
A minute or so there and then they tried stumbling upstairs. Both getting knocked into walls and tripping over each other, luckily never falling.
It was a trade of passionate kisses and heated touches. Grabbing butts and thighs and grinding on each other until they made it to the room, falling onto the bed.
"I've had a crush on you for the longest time." Jimin panted.
"I've seen you staring." Jungkook replied while pulling Jimin's shorts down. Jimin reached underneath Jungkook and groped his butt, bringing their lower half's together.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I liked you staring." Their lips met again and the fire was melting away all their thoughts, reducing them to their instincts to touch. To kiss. To bend and burn together in sparks of heat and passion erupting like earthy volcanoes. Slow melting lava coursing through their veins... It was the best sort of Christmas. A kiss me, Christmas...