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He hasn't visited Jungkook for three days.
It’s not because he doesn’t want to. He really does. But after everything he just feels embarrassed. During the time he keeps away he works on repairing the damage his father has done to the company.
The entirety of B.R.A.I.N. has been removed from existence and any clients and possible purchasers of the androids have been rescinded. He’s working on keeping the patent for the creation of the company’s androids under lock and key so no one dares use the tech created to lock a human’s mind ever again.
The employees that were under NDAs while working for his father have also received an indefinite gag order with legal and financial repercussions to anyone that dare reveal any of the vile secrets they developed or learned about in the lab.
Basically Jimin’s been cleaning house with Namjoon and Yoongi’s help.
Because Namjoon has been at the company for so long, and dealt with so much of Park Sr. 's business, he became invaluable to Jimin.
It’s day four and Jimin’s starting to feel restless.
His body craves Jungkook’s presence.
He decides to take the day off, leaving the rest of the week in the new C.E.O.’s hands.
“I trust you can handle closing the rest of these contracts, Mr. Kim.” Jimin teases. Namjoon just scoffs, pretends to roll his eyes and walks over to Jimin’s desk where he drops off some of the already finished files.
“You know, just because you’re my boss now doesn’t mean you can treat me like one of your minions.”
“Oh, but where’s the fun in that, Joonie? I get bored as the heir of this company. That’s why I have you here.”
“And here I thought you just wanted to use me for my brain and the eye candy I provide.”
“That too!” Jimin giggles and Namjoon pretends to be offended. Somewhere along the way an understanding formed between them. Namjoon realized that Jimin had no intention of pursuing a relationship with him which he was perfectly fine with. He told Jimin it was hard not to be interested in him when he was so beautiful, and although it made Jimin blush, he understood that there was nothing there. Nothing more than the physical. They both knew this, so they kept it friendly. Now they’re closer than ever before.
Yoongi, however, seems to have made Namjoon an absolute mess. It’s kind of cute to see the taller man stumble over his words when the programmer steps into their office with updates on the new tech they're developing. Jimin can’t recall a time he made Namjoon blush, so the fact that Yoongi has succeeded in accomplishing this multiple times speaks volumes.
It’s been the most entertaining thing these past weeks.
Yoongi has also made a new friend with the real life Ryujin. Turns out she was a tech major herself and had always looked up to ParkSYS. That was part of the reason she went in so blindly. She trusted the company and Jimin’s father. Had big hopes and dreams for the money she was promised. Little did she know, those dreams almost became nothing. Yoongi has taken her under his wing, providing her with an actual paid internship which Jimin immediately approved. Jimin also compensated her very well and will continue doing so for as long as he is able.
When he leaves the office, he tells his driver to take him home, but then half way there he decides to go to the hospital. Yes he’s been avoiding Jungkook all this time, but he’s at the point where he can’t do it anymore. He has to face Jungkook and clear the air between them. There’s so much left unsaid that they need to talk about. These past days have been a nightmare for him. He barely sleeps or eats, and all that consumes his thoughts are Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook. The entire ride there he’s a nervous wreck. What he doesn’t realize is that he’s already too late. When he steps into the hospital room Jungkook is gone.
“The doctor released him yesterday, Jimin-ssi.” Bori tells him. It seems she saw him walk in and Jimin hadn’t noticed. “I thought he would tell you himself.” She looks apologetic, but Jimin waves her off.
“It’s really fine. I must’ve missed his call or something.” Bori nods, a look of sympathy on her face before stepping out. Jimin is left alone in the room, and for a second he swears Jungkook will come out from hiding, like this is all just some elaborate joke, but then he realizes no one is coming out to surprise him and that Jungkook really is gone. It takes him less than a minute to come to the conclusion that this is Jungkook’s way of saying he wants Jimin to stay out of his life.
Of course this is the outcome. What else could it have been? Jungkook has a life to live, and he is no longer locked inside of an android, keeping him from living it. He no longer needs to cater to Jimin’s needs or wants.
Jungkook is gone and Jimin just has to accept it.
As life goes on and Jimin dives head first into the company that he is now responsible for, he continues to rebuild everything. The lawyers he hires build up a case so damaging against his father that there is no hope for parole and Jimin doesn’t feel the least bit sorry about it.
The more he digs into his father’s dealings, the more he finds the many illegal and immoral methods his father used to attain his wealth. The countless hours Jimin has worked with Namjoon and business strategists to rebuild their brand and start over is unfathomable.
It’s been a long journey, one that Jimin will be on for a while, but it’s what must be done.
Two months pass and the new year comes and goes. Jimin finds himself feeling a bit more like himself. He’s talked to his therapist and together they’ve helped him come to terms with the fact that he had a lot of trauma he didn’t know about. Sometimes they talk about Jungkook, but that’s a part of him he can’t seem to find peace with because it still feels raw and unfinished.
Sometimes he regrets not having gone to visit Jungkook after that first time. It was his fault the other man just left without a word. It’s not like Jimin gave him much of an option. Taehyung had revealed that he had gone to see Jungkook and that they talked quite a bit about a lot of things. They even exchanged numbers. Jimin might be a little jealous about that fact but he won’t admit it.
Tonight he plans to forget the past few months. He’s going out with his friends after such a long time to celebrate Hobi’s birthday. It’s February after all. Namjoon somehow gets roped into the night, having invited Yoongi. Jimin was proud of him for that one. He never expected Namjoon to make the first move, but here they were.
As he wraps up getting ready, spraying on some cologne and adjusting his hair, the buzzer to his apartment goes off.
“Hmm. Weird.”
He’s supposed to meet his friends at the bar so he has no idea who could be at the door. Distractedly he makes his way to the buzzer, barely glancing at the camera, but when he does look up, his face goes pale.
Looking up at the camera from inside the lobby, with the prettiest doe eyes he’s ever seen is none other than Jungkook. The real Jungkook. Jimin stares for so long that he jumps when the buzzer goes off again. He clears his throat and presses the intercom button to reply. “Uh…um…come in.” Jimin croaks out and steps back.
He’s suddenly aware of the cold floor beneath his bare feet and the chill of his apartment. He was just about to grab some socks when…
Jungkook. Jungkook is on his way up right now.
Oh God.
Jimin scrambles to a mirror, checking himself over and thanking his friends secretly for their night out because he actually looks good for a change. The elevator dings and then the doors open. Jimin is at a weird angle, not exactly in front of the elevator, but more pressed against the wall to the right of the door. He’s got nowhere to hide and any second now Jungkook is going to see how ridiculous he looks.
“Hyung?” Jungkook steps out and thankfully looks toward the right first, searching the foyer of the apartment. Jimin remains frozen. When Jungkook steps towards the entryway, Jimin accidentally kicks the small table nearby and stubs his toe which in turn pulls a small yelp out of him.
He sucks the pain through his teeth, picks up his foot and groans.
“Hyung! Are you okay?”
“Yeah…yah…ugh…” Jimin does his best to hide the pain, but Jungkook is quick to react, picking him up bridal style and walking him into the living room. Jimin just wraps an arm around his neck, too speechless to argue. It seems that the past few months of recovery have been good for Jungkook. He seems bigger and stronger than he was when he was laying in that hospital bed.
Jungkook places him on the couch and then walks off into the kitchen. He comes back with ice wrapped in a clean towel and sits right beside the completely stunned blond. “Here. Let me see.” Jungkook insists, tugging Jimin’s leg up. Jimin lets him do it, adjusting his position so he doesn’t fall off the couch.
“Looks okay, but let's just ice it up just in case.”
Jimin is partially leaning back on his hands as his right foot rests on Jungkook's lap, the other remains touching the floor. He’s only inches away from the man that he thought he would never see again and yet here he is—flesh and blood. When Jungkook finally looks up at him it feels like Jimin can finally breathe.
“Still need someone to take care of you, I see.”
Jimin blushes at the jab, ducking his head and turning to look anywhere but at Jungkook.
“I’m only teasing. How does it feel?” Jungkook’s magical hands massage his ankle, which is nowhere near the area he smacked against the table, but he doesn’t say a thing.
“It’s good.” He replies quietly, much too shy when you consider the fact that he’s a twenty eight year old man.
“Hyung?” At Jungkook’s soft voice Jimin finds his eyes straying back to focus on the beautiful man before him. This close up, looking at him in his normal healthy state is incredible to see. Jungkook is breathtaking. It’s insane how the artists that copied his likeness included every detail down to the moles. Jimin feels like he knows this Jungkook before him, but in truth he knows nothing about him at all.
“Yes?” He breathes out, unable to keep the nerves out of his voice.
“I’m sorry for leaving. There was so much I needed to take care of I—”
“There’s no need, Jungkook. I know you have your family and future ahead of you. I’m just happy you’re better now.”
“Well, you see, that’s the thing. I’m not better.”
Jimin frowns at this, ready to fight whoever it is that has hurt Jungkook. “What do you mean?”
Jungkook bites his bottom lip in thought, brows kissing and jaw clenching. Every one of his movements gets engraved into Jimin’s mind. “The thing is, although you have helped me in every way, and I can never repay you for everything you’ve done for me and my family…”
“No….it’s nothing. I really wanted to. I owed you that much.”
“Even still, Jimin. Even though everything is perfect…there’s still something missing.”
Jimin stills at the way Jungkook forgets honorifics, his impassioned tone letting him know that the man before him demands to be heard. “Tell me what it is. I can get it for you. Anything at all, Jungkook.”
Jungkook tilts his head and a light blush blooms over his cheeks. “Don’t you know?”
Jimin pauses, tilts his head and knits his brows together. “Know what?” He genuinely isn’t sure what Jungkook means.
Jungkook seems fond, smiling wide and wrinkling his nose. “I want you, hyung.” He reveals and Jimin’s breath hitches.
“What?” The words that just came out of Jungkook’s mouth feel like they’re from a dream, like they weren’t really said. Clearly he misheard.
“I want you…or at least, I want to try. Again. If you’ll let me. I--I know our start was quite unorthodox but, I can’t deny there was something there. You felt that way, too, right?” The way Jungkook’s eyes search frantically for Jimin to reciprocate his feelings has his heart pounding in his chest. Is Jungkook really asking for a chance…is he really asking for Jimin?
“I–I don’t know…I’m not…”
Jungkook gently places his foot down now that there is no need for further attention. He scoots closer, causing the sofa to dip in slightly at his weight. “It’s okay if you don’t want that. I didn’t say it to pressure you. I just...it’s just that everything we went through…it was all real. It was all me. Sure I was in an android’s body, but, most of its consciousness was mine. I felt everything. The sensory receptors…they allowed me to feel it all so that the reactions were real-time and mine. It was me. It was all me.” He declares with labored breaths, eyes drifting to Jimin’s lips.
“But I’m…How could you want me?” Jimin feels himself drowning. All of his feelings of inadequacy, of only being accepted by an android, because that is what it was—a robot designed to do as it was told.
All of that could never translate to reality. Could it? Could Jungkook really want him?
“How could I not? At night when I try to sleep all I think about is you. I miss you, which is strange to say since we never really even knew each other in real life, but in my soul, I knew you well. And I missed you. Did you miss me?”
Jimin nods, albeit shyly and Jungkook leans in slightly, cupping Jimin’s jaw. The touch sears through his flesh making him close his eyes in remembrance of a similar touch. But now the pads of Jungkook’s fingers feel like they should, delicate and intimate.
“Is that a yes?” Jungkook teases, smiling adorably in wait for Jimin’s reply, and the blond can do nothing but smile in return as he opens his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I missed you, too, Jungkookie.”
The younger man squeezes his eyes shut briefly and sighs out in relief. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed that.”
“Missed what?” Jimin asks, half focused on Jungkook’s touch and half focused on how close they are.
“The way you say my name like that.” Jungkook replies, lips brushing over Jimin’s as he speaks.
Jimin can do nothing but sit motionless, body entirely zoned in on the way Jungkook nudges his nose over his cheeks and jaw. When his lips come in contact with his again, Jimin takes a deep breath, unable to stop himself from rushing forward.
Jungkook gasps at the motion, mouth opening beautifully in response. Instantly the heat between them boils over and they each moan into each other’s mouths, hands roving any body part available, minds out of control. They kiss so hard Jimin accidentally bites Jungkook’s lower lip, and when he pouts in complaint, Jimin pulls away to apologize, only causing the younger man to chase after his mouth.
It’s like they can’t get enough, even the distance between them now, while so little, feels like a large canyon. Jungkook seems to feel just as urgently as Jimin does, pulling the smaller man onto his lap and holding him tight.
“Hyung…” He whines out as Jimin devours his lips and tongue.
“Hm?”
“Wait...wait..”
Jimin does his best to snap out of his daze, but Jungkook’s mouth is making it impossible. His lips say to wait, but his hands tug his hips closer and Jimin is overwhelmed. When Jungkook tugs his hair back and successfully detaches their lips, Jimin gasps out, eyes glazed over.
“Hyunggg.” Jungkook drawls, voice drenched in arousal. “Wanna take you out on a date first.” He manages to say while Jimin’s fingers run through the hair at his nape.
“Huh?” Jimin asks, unsure of what the man below him is saying. All he can feel is the heat radiating off of him and the desire pulling him closer.
“A date. Wanna take you out. Wanna do it right this time.”
At this Jimin stops, biting back a smile at the memory of Jungkook using that word before.
He can’t help but to tease. “Oh yeah? You wanna?” He giggles, tilting his head as Jungkook has just done. The younger pouts and complains, head falling onto Jimin’s shoulder.
“You’re such a brat, hyung.”
“Am not!” Jimin huffs. When Jungkook doesn’t come up from his hiding place Jimin laughs out and pulls him into a tight hug. “Okay! Fine. You can take me out.” His fingers lace through Jungkook’s long hair, eyes locking together when the younger man finally comes out to look at him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Jimin giggles again, falling forward into Jungkook. The younger man giggles in return, holding Jimin steady.
“Thank you.” Jungkook suddenly says seriously, the smile on his lips disappearing as his gaze becomes intense. “Thank you so much.” He looks like he’s about to cry and Jimin is not going to let that happen.
“Anything for you, Jungkookie. Anything.” Jimin replies sweetly before dipping down to kiss him tenderly. This time neither of them rush as the simmering heat between them dies down to embers. They kiss for a while, hands running through hair and fingers dancing over spines. It’s the most romantic kiss Jimin has ever gotten and he secretly adds it to the list of firsts with Jungkook.
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Jimin is nervous for the first time in a long time. This is just a date, he tells himself, but the knowledge of it being a date with Jungkook makes it so much more. They’ve slowly been building up their relationship, mostly through phone calls and text messages. Jimin is still incredibly busy with work and Jungkook has had to start over in the process of returning to school—all paid by Jimin, of course. That was a non-negotiable.
Everything is going well, exactly as it should be, but Jimin constantly fears Jungkook will one day change his mind and leave him behind.
There’s a lot associated with Jimin that he wouldn’t blame Jungkook for using as an excuse to leave him. Hell, he doesn’t even really know what he has to offer Jungkook at this point. The younger man is so much brighter and driven—has countless dreams he wants to accomplish— while Jimin remains with the leftovers of his father’s mess.
He knows he needs to stop being so negative, but it’s a hard habit to break when all his father used to do was put him down constantly. He will try to change—no, he wants to change. Not only for himself, but for Jungkook as well. He deserves as much.
At exactly eight on the dot the elevator doors open and Jimin hears the ding clearly in his room. It’s Jungkook, he has no doubt, especially now after he granted him an access card to his penthouse elevator. He’s the only other person to possess one. Taehyung had a conniption about not having one of his own, but Jimin was quick to tide him over with the promise of a weekend together watching his favorite movies and getting pampered by a traveling masseuse.
He runs a few fingers through the sides of his hair making sure everything's in place and pops the tinted gloss on his lips once to make sure they still look tempting. It’s been so long since they’ve kissed and Jimin thinks he’ll go crazy if Jungkook doesn’t kiss him tonight.
“Hyung?”
Jungkook’s melodic voice travels through the apartment and Jimin’s heart feels like it’ll jump out of his chest. He steps out of his bedroom and just as he turns toward the living room he bumps into Jungkook.
“Hey, beautiful.” Jungkook starts off strong, melting Jimin from the inside out with the sweetest words and killer smile. How’s he supposed to treat this like their first date when he’s known him for so long? How can he act like this is the start of their relationship when Jungkook has already seen his facial expressions as he orgasms.
“Jimin?”
Jimin snaps back into reality, dropping his head a bit to hide the blush that’s spreading over his cheeks at the memories that assault his mind over and over. “Yes, sorry. Thank you. Are you ready?”
“Yeah. I–I drove here. I hope you don’t mind. You really didn’t have to get me a new car.”
Jimin smiles. Of course he did. Jungkook had fought him about it for weeks, but Jimin had stood his ground. He insisted that his father’s money paid for it and that he should consider it part of his compensation for everything that he went through. The truth was Jimin wanted to give him something for himself, something personal, something to show Jungkook how special he was to him. Jimin isn't very subtle when it comes to gift giving. It’s his love language. If he has the means why not?
But Jungkook is very selfless. He chooses to work hard for the things he gets, loves earning it from his own hard work. He does his best in order to provide for those around him to the point that he was even willing to sacrifice himself to get the money he needed for his sister. Jimin admires him so much. He understands why Jungkook doesn’t want to just be handed something for free.
Jimin can’t help himself, though. As Jungkook stands there, looking like the sun in the solar system that is Jimin’s heart, he can’t help but want to give and give and give.
“Oh! So I get to see you while you drive? This is exciting.” He can’t help but tease, it’s been his favorite thing to do lately. Especially with the way Jungkook reacts. So far he’s only been able to hear a lot of his responses over the phone, and occasionally sees his reactions over facetime. But Jungkook has learned to be very sneaky and hides his face, keeping Jimin wondering if his words are having any effect. Now Jungkook has nowhere to go and Jimin gets to enjoy every single reaction live.
It’s funny how now that Jungkook isn’t an android Jimin gets to see his vulnerable side. The human before him is weak just like him, and from now on they will both be exposed to one another—for as long as Jungkook is willing to accept him.
“I guess you will. Are you ready?” Jungkook steps back a little attempting to walk away and hide the red in his cheeks, but Jimin reaches for his hand and tugs him back.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He leans in, runs his hands up Jungkook’s shoulders and around to the back of his head. Jungkook’s eyes grow large and his breath hitches. Jimin enjoys every second of it.
“F-Forgetting something?” Jungkook stutters. He’s cute when he’s nervous.
“Mhm.”
“Wh–?”
Jimin points to his lips and closes his eyes. It takes Jungkook so long Jimin thinks he might not understand what he’s asking, but before he can open his eyes, Jungkook’s mouth is on his and it’s perfect. The press of his lips is warm and familiar; comforting. Jimin winds his arms around him tighter, tugs him lower and licks along his bottom lip. Jungkook opens up to him, his shyness quickly fading as his hands wind around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer.
Jimin ends up pushing Jungkook against the closest wall, and their kisses turn hungrier. This is exactly what Jimin’s been craving for weeks. The conversations between them have been driving Jimin up the wall. Most nights, before they hang up, Jungkook will brush over what occurred between them, saying things nonchalantly like everything the android did wasn’t salacious.
‘I remember when we first kissed. Do you, hyung?’
‘What was it you liked to be called again, hyung?’
‘I used to see you naked often.’
He doesn’t go into detail, but the words are enough to conjure up the memory of what happened. The tension between them has been building and Jimin is once again struggling thanks to Jeon Jungkook.
But Jimin doesn’t want to spoil their date. Jungkook made dinner reservations and even came to pick him up with his new car. He can wait. He won’t push Jungkook until he’s ready.
“Jungkook—baby…” He pulls back and Jungkook chases, his eyes closed and already looking on the verge of begging. Jimin is a weak man, but he remains steady. “We…we have a reservation….” He manages to squeeze out in between the kisses Jungkook continues to seek.
After a few more pecks and a long hug, Jungkook finally steps back, head down and shoulders slumped. He looks adorable and Jimin almost changes his mind about leaving. “I know, hyung. I’m sorry. It’s just….”
“I know, baby.” Jimin smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear and gives him one last kiss. “Let’s go.”
On the drive to the date Jungkook holds his hand, something Jimin was surprised to see him do. Although they talked about wanting to try and be something more, he wasn’t exactly sure what that detailed. Were they boyfriends? Were they lovers? Were they just dating? It seems so weird to make it so simple when they’ve been through so much together.
When they park at the restaurant, Jimin turns to look at Jungkook, eyes wide and glistening. “Hotteok House?” He asks, surprised to see they’re at his favorite Korean pancake restaurant. “I thought they only did breakfast.”
Jungkook chuckles. “They do, but they’ve recently added more to the menu and extended their hours. They make savory pancakes now that you can have at dinner and—”
Whatever he was going to say gets swallowed by Jimin’s urgent kiss.
The blond twists his whole body toward Jungkook, the angle awkward due to sitting in a car, but he can’t help himself. “You silly silly man…” He softly cries into Jungkook’s mouth. When Jungkook starts to panic about Jimin’s state, the smaller simply climbs over to straddle his lap.
Jimin kisses him like he means it, translating every emotion he can through his lips. He wants to tell Jungkook how he feels, and knows he isn’t mistaken in feeling what he feels. He loves this man and why he would ever think Jungkook would plan to leave is beyond him. Clearly Jungkook cares about him—he fucking remembered his favorite restaurant.
“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.” The words slip from his mouth before he can stop them. Jungkook stills below him and they meet each other’s gaze—frozen.
“What?” Jungkook asks in a whisper, eyes tracing every inch of Jimin’s face. Suddenly he feels insecure. Has he fucked things up?
“I—” Jimin is at a loss for words. He hadn’t intended on revealing his feelings so quickly. It should have happened in a more romantic setting, and when they were both ready and had time to build something.
But Jungkook’s response melts away any anxiety that started brewing. “You love me?”
When Jimin realizes Jungkook is asking him with a desperate urgency, Jimin nods his head, but he doesn’t speak, afraid that if he says something else Jungkook might get up and run away. His hands are still threaded in Jungkook’s hair, thighs tightly holding his hips. He has nowhere to go…and thankfully….
There’s no need to go anywhere.
Jungkook’s large hands come up to cup Jimin’s cheeks, his eyes reflecting the moonlight as they glisten with unshed tears. “Tell me again.”
Jimin takes a deep breath and then releases it slowly. He holds Jungkook’s stare for at least a minute just to make sure the man in front of him really wants this. What he sees in Jungkook’s eyes gives him the courage to lay his heart out completely. “I love you, Jungkook.” He says again and Jungkook laughs out, the sound so overjoyed Jimin isn't sure whether he’s laughing at him or laughing at the revelation.
“God…I thought I was crazy for feeling this way. I thought that I made up everything between us when I was inside of that android, but…”
“But?”
“But… I love you, too! I’ve loved you for so long, hyung.”
Jimin can’t help it. The joy on Jungkook’s face is contagious and he starts laughing too. He throws his head back, Jungkook hands holding him so he doesn’t honk the horn with his back. When they finally calm down, the world around them slows, and just as always, they’re pulled toward one another.
“I love you I love you I love you…” Jungkook chants into Jimin’s mouth, kissing him after every confession. Jimin can’t stop the giggles. It’s clear now that he hadn’t imagined how Jungkook felt. Clearly they had a connection that transcended the limitations of an android body. After several more minutes of kissing they manage to keep their hands off each other long enough to enter the restaurant. They eat very little, the newly expressed emotions making their stomachs fluttery with butterflies. Not to mention the way Jungkook keeps looking at him with so much hunger has Jimin fidgeting in his seat.
Jimin knows they should stay longer, and that maybe he should eat a little more to show his gratitude, but if he has to stay in this restaurant any longer he might explode.
“Jungkookie?”
“Yeah?” Jungkook looks up, eyes innocent and large. Jimin starts to feel bad, thinking that maybe he’s the only one feeling like a depraved animal with no self-control, but then Jungkook lifts a brow and grins. Jimin squirms, unsure if he’s reading right. He narrows his eyes and licks his lips, crossing one leg over the other to relieve some of the pressure between his legs. Jungkook scrutinizes his every move and then tongues the inside of his cheek.
Jimin snaps.
“Take me home.”
“Now?” Jungkook licks over his own lips and starts playing with the lip ring that he successfully re-pierced. He has his hands laced together on the table, the tattoo sleeve on his right arm prominent as his biceps bulge. Jimin is about to jump over the table and take Jungkook right here if he keeps playing these games. The audacity of him to ask if Jimin wants to go home now as if he doesn’t feel the tension between them as well. And oh, he absolutely knows what Jimin wants. It’s more than probable that the man before him remembers a lot of what transpired between them during his time as an android—including the porn bookmarks.
Jungkook had him figured out quickly then, and he has no doubt the man before him still remembers. They’ve played their parts, waited things out and attempted to take their time, but enough is enough.
Jimin misses every inch of him. He needs him so much.
“Yes, now. If you don’t take me home right now, I’m going to crawl under this table and suck your cock until you cum all over my face.”
Jimin bites his bottom lip to keep from laughing at the look on Jungkook’s face.
Good. If Jungkook wants to play, they can play.
It takes all of two seconds before Jungkook jumps out of his chair, leaving a large amount of cash on the table to pay for the bill, before grabbing Jimin’s wrist and tugging him out of his seat. They’re out of the restaurant and in Jungkook’s car in record time.
Jungkook drives faster than the speed limit, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. Jimin squeezes his thighs the entire time. His apartment is only fifteen minutes away, but Jimin isn’t sure they’ll make it there. Jungkook is clenching his jaw so tightly Jimin thinks he might pull over any minute.
It doesn’t happen this way though. They manage to park the car in Jimin’s private garage and make their way to the elevator. Jimin fumbles with his access card, but Jungkook already has his in hand, scanning it efficiently before ushering Jimin inside. As soon as the penthouse elevator doors close, Jungkook is on him. Jimin is pressed into the wall, Jungkook’s body crowding him, lips kissing over his neck and jaw. He keeps his hands to the side of Jimin’s body, gripping onto the railing there as if afraid of touching Jimin too soon. And he might have a point in doing this because if Jungkook touches him even a little he might embarrass himself on the spot.
Jungkook obviously knows what he’s doing, his kisses already making Jimin crumble. And just the thought of Jungkook’s human cock filling him has drool pooling in his mouth. He loses himself in that image, wonders what his cock will feel like versus the android’s. He has a feeling it’ll be better.
“We’re here…” Jungkook murmurs sweetly into his open mouth, bringing Jimin back. He nods and takes the hand Jungkook offers him. The world seems to be spinning as the taller leads him into the apartment and towards his bedroom. It’s crazy how Jungkook still remembers where it is. He remembers so much that Jimin actually starts to feel a little shy. How much more is still stored up in his perfect human brain? Does he remember every little one of Jimin’s flaws? Does he remember Jimin’s body? The way he moaned? How it felt to be inside of him? Does he remember how Jimin cried out his name? How he fell apart in the arms of an android? How he gave himself to a robot—
He comes to a halt, the actions causing Jungkook to stop in his tracks.
“Hyung?’
Jimin can’t explain it, but he’s suddenly feeling shy. This Jungkook isn’t an android, and there is a great possibility that he won’t want Jimin like he did before. As an android it was his job to please and learn to be all that Jimin needed. Now…now he can choose to walk away and—
“What’s the matter?” Jungkook wears a look of concern as he slides his hands to Jimin’s cheeks and cups them tenderly. “Hmm? What is it?”
Jimin can’t look him in the eye, just grabs onto the front of Jungkook’s shirt and holds him tight.
“Hey…I’m right here. Look at me…right here, hyung.” He points to his eyes, just as he did all that time ago when they first were intimate and the memory makes Jimin shiver. “I love you, okay?” Jungkook whispers like a promise and Jimin nods.
“Okay.” he replies quietly. Jungkook leans in slowly, lifts up Jimin’s face with his fingers and kisses him. The love Jungkook proclaims is translated through his lips as he takes his time softly kissing and nipping at Jimin’s plump pink ones.
“I’m not going anywhere this time, yeah? I’m here for real. Just you and me.”
Jimin looks at him as he speaks, the way he says things make his heart beat faster. Everything is genuine and from deep within his soul. Jimin believes him. Feeling less anxious, he slides his hands up until his fingers thread through the hair on his nape. He leans in and Jungkook meets him the rest of the way, kissing him long and languid. Jimin opens up to him, relishes in the feel of his warm tongue, moans when Jungkook pulls him closer. He feels himself being walked backwards and then the back of his thighs hit the mattress of his bed.
Jungkook pulls back, keeping eye contact with Jimin as he tucks his hands under his shirt to touch over the skin of his belly. It makes Jimin shiver, his stomach blooming with goosebumps. The taller slides the fabric up until it’s at Jimn’s chest and then gestures for Jimin to lift up his arms. He does so easily, quickly complying just as he’s always done when Jungkook is taking care of him.
Jungkook quietly gasps when Jimin’s skin comes into view, almost like he’d forgotten what it looked like. Jimin wants to ask if it’s still the same, if he still wants this, but Jungkook answers when he dives in and attaches his lips to his neck. He begins to suck hard, the tender flesh pulled between teeth as Jungkook works it over his tongue. It aches, but in a most pleasant way.
“Jungkook—” Jimin whines out, fingers deep in the taller’s hair, tugging lightly at every bite Jungkook tortures him with.
Once, he felt like he was in heaven while in the android’s arms, but now, with a living breathing Jungkook, he feels like he’s reached nirvana. As Jungkook continues to mark bruises across his collar bones, his long fingers dip into the button of his pants and pops it open. The zipper is next, the sound of it moving down echoing heavily in Jimin’s ears.
Jungkook finally comes up to look at him, and before Jimin can say a word, he steals the very breath from his lungs in a salacious kiss. Jimin is so caught up with Jungkook’s mouth that he doesn’t notice when the taller sneaks a hand into his underwear and cups his aching cock.
“Ahhh…” He cries out, head falling back. Jungkook works his pants the rest of the way down, along with his underwear. When Jimin stands before him completely naked, Jungkook cups him again and squeezes gently.
“Still so pretty. I’m so glad my android eyes registered what I was looking at perfectly, but I must say…” Jungkook teases, fingers wrapping around the blond’s length to stroke as Jimin struggles to keep his knees from buckling. “...they didn’t do you justice. You’re more beautiful in real life. Your skin is so soft and you taste so good…”
This time Jimin has no doubt about Jungkook’s declaration knowing he actually can taste him. This is all real. Jungkook is real. And his tongue is real, the glide of it over his skin ruining him in the best way. Jungkook continues to stroke Jimin’s cock as he kisses him, swallowing every whimper and cry before it even makes it out into the open. A strong and possessive hand is locked around his waist holding him up and Jimin lets go.
“Be a good boy for me and climb on the bed, hm?”
Jimin doesn’t delay. Although it takes everything within him to pull away, he successfully does so, easing on the bed playfully. He lays back, eyes inviting as he watches Jungkook remove his clothing. It’s taking much too long for his liking so he reaches out and pouts. “Hurry…”
Jungkook chuckles through his nose and pretends to be disappointed. “Much too impatient, hyung. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. I want to take my time with you.”
Jungkook’s words seem to echo those of the past, but now hearing them from the original owner, Jimin feels them deeper. “Jungkook…you’ve already taken your time with me. I need you. Now.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you.”
When Jungkook finally removes his underwear Jimin chokes. His cock, although pretty similar to the android’s, is entirely different. The width of it is not at all like what he’s had inside of him, the prominent veins something he can’t wait to feel stretching him open. He understands why Jungkook wants to take it slow now, but he is much too impatient to wait.
Jungkook is just starting to kneel onto the bed when Jimin opens his legs wide and shows the man crawling up between them what he completely failed to notice.
“Jim—” Jungkook falters.
Jimin tugs at the plug, the very same he teased the android with all those months ago. He moans out, head dropping onto the pillow and back arching. He thrusts in and out a few times before returning his eyes to Jungkook.
What he sees makes him smile with satisfaction. Jungkook’s eyes are blown, face slightly tinged pink and chest rapidly moving. He’s still kneeling, barely having moved an inch. It’s exactly what he hoped would happen tonight, and Jungkook’s reaction could not have been better. Sure, there was a chance none of this would have happened, but he was willing to suffer through the stimulation of a plug in his ass if only to be in Jungkook’s presence.
“I can take it.” Jimin purrs. “We don’t have to take it slow. I want it to hurt. I—” In the blink of an eye Jungkook is over him, pressing his chest to Jimin’s and kissing him hungrily. Jimin’s legs are still open, the hand he had in between now at Jungkook’ back and the other in his hair. Their cocks grind together as Jimin and Jungkook consume each other greedily.
“Fuck…” Jimin groans against Jungkook’s mouth as their aching lengths press together tightly. Jungkook’s hips grind down, the movement also pushing the plug in. Jimin is overwhelmed with stimulation, tearing his mouth from Jungkook’s to whimper out into the room. “Jungkook….fuck…baby…yes!!”
“You drive me crazy, hyung. You’ve always driven me crazy. Do you know what it was like being inside of that robot and not being able to touch you like this?” Jungkook spills out, hands squeezing and holding every inch of Jimin. He seems desperate, overcome by his new ability to touch Jimin’s skin. “I've wanted this for so long.”
“Then take it.” Jimin breathes out shakily.
Jungkook reaches down, finds the plug nestled in Jimin’s ass and starts to pull. Jimin arches beautifully, fingernails digging into Jungkook’s muscular back as he begins to roll in time with the movements. Jungkook pushes it back in and the tip of the plug barely brushes over where Jimin needs it most. “Please…just…a little closer…”
“Oh? You like this plug better, hm? Want it more than my cock?”
Jimin shakes his head aggressively, words stuck in his throat as Jungkook’s hand starts thrusting faster. “What was that, hyung? Is my cock not good enough?”
Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He’s finding that this Jungkook is so much better than the android variant, and that more than ever, it is clear he remembers what turns Jimin on.
“No! No…not enough! Want you…please…”
Jungkook leans in and kisses Jimin softly and the blond melts into the mattress as Jungkook’s hand pulls away from the plug and gently caresses his hip. “Okay, baby. I’ll give it to you.” He leans over and reaches for the lube and a condom from the side dresser.
Jimin lies on the bed, legs partly open and arms at his sides. They've barely begun and he feels absolutely ruined. Jungkook gazes at him sweetly while he puts on the condom and works a lot of lube over his cock. He doesn’t look too worried about prepping Jimin since it’s evident he has enough lube inside of him already.
“You ready, baby?” Jungkook teases knowing Jimin’s eyes went crossed when he saw his size earlier. Jimin nods hastily, opening his legs wider.
“I don’t think it’ll fit.” The taller mocks, gripping Jimin’s jaw tightly in his hand and squeezing Jimin’s plump lips into a pout.
“It will! I can take it!”
“Yeah? You think so, baby?”
Jimin nods again, eyes hazing over as Jungkook slides the hand on his jaw down to his throat. The other runs over his calf and up until it rests and his hip. “Okay then. But remember, you asked for this.”
Jungkook’s hand finds a way to the plug, tugging at it until it pops out of Jimin’s tight hole. He tosses it to the side, uncaring that Jimin’s rim flutters at being emptied. The blond is flipped onto his stomach and then his hips are lifted until his ass is in the air and his face is in the pillows. He feels the weight of Jungkook’s muscular form mold over his back, leaning closer to kiss over his shoulder blades. When the tip of his cock presses against his rim, Jimin’s stomach drops, knees falling open and back arching deeper.
“Hands.”
Jimin doesn’t know exactly what Jungkook wants, but he quickly does his best to put his hands behind his back. Instantly Jungkook grabs them and then places them against his ass. “Open wide.”
Jimin grabs the meat of his ass just as instructed and spreads himself open. He hears a low groan from Jungkook and then the taller pushes in further. Jimin whimpers.
Every single inch Jungkook pushes inside has Jimin gasping for air. This cock is way bigger and thicker than the android’s, and to be honest, he’s never had one this big spearing him open like this. “That’s it. Such a good boy for me. So fucking tight and pretty.” Jungkook’s voice is slowly losing stability the further he pushes inside of Jimin.
Jimin gloats at the knowledge that the man behind him is finally showing signs of weakness. Now that they’re on even playing fields he feels a sense of triumph. He’s finally making Jungkook feel good. He pulls his cheeks further apart and presses his knees to the mattress in order to meet Jungkook’s hips. The move forces Jungkook in further, and Jimin cries at the intensity of it.
“Oh…my God….ahhh..nnng…Jungkook…”
“Fuck. I know, baby.” Jungkook breathes out, the sound labored. It’s clear to Jimin that he’s not the only one suffering here. “Don’t move.”
Jimin tries his best to stop fidgeting, but the way his rim is currently stretching has him wanting to pull away. He doesn’t though, the feeling is just too good. Large hands hold his hips tight and he can feel the way fingers dig into his flesh. He can’t wait to see the imprints tomorrow morning when he wakes up.
Head buried in the pillow below, he grips the sheets above his head and does his best to relax. “That’s it, hyung. Open up for me.” Jungkook starts to pull back slowly and Jimin keens.
“Shh...almost there. Gonna make you feel so good. You wanted it to hurt, right?”
Jimin’s words come back to mock him and he wishes he would have thought it through better, but as Jungkook continues to pull back, he knows what’s waiting for him.
The thrust catches him off guard regardless. Jungkook’s cock is buried so deep Jimin can feel it in his stomach. He doesn’t get a chance to take a breath before Jungkook does it again, this time harder. Jimin’s body is shifted forward, his hands slipping over the sheets as Jungkook rocks him over and over. He can barely speak, the pain and pleasure forcing his mouth open with empty cries. It takes a sharp slap to his ass to get him to make a sound.
“Fuckkkk!” He screams, throat raw from all the sounds he’s been making. He can barely hold himself up, hips falling forward and arms resting near his head.
“Ah ah ah.” Jungkook chastises, securing a strong arm around his waist and lifting his hips again. Jimin scrambles to grab something, ass up in the air once more as he continues getting pounded over and over.
There are literal tears falling from his eyes, but they’re that of pleasure. He screams out Jungkook’s name, tries to reach back to push against his hip in order to get a small break from the onslaught, but Jungkook grabs his hands and locks them above his head as his hips continue to work deeper, thrusting relentlessly.
Jimin’s cock meets the mattress below him when Jungkook presses in, their hips locked so tightly Jungkook can only grind down into him. He’s got Jimin spread wide, body limp as he rocks into him over and over and over.
“If you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook warns, biting at Jimin’s shoulder as the smaller man huffs and puffs underneath him. He can’t help his response, everything feels so good. He thinks Jungkook might cum soon, so he focuses on his own orgasm, the sensation of the mattress below him rubbing his pretty cock raw. It all feels so fucking delicious.
But suddenly he’s being flipped onto his back, knees pressed to his chest. Jungkook pushes in immediately, leaving no breathing room for Jimin to adjust. He resorts to begging.
“Please…Please...Pleasepleasepleaseee.”
“I know, baby. I know.” Jungkook pacifies, though his soft words do not match his actions.
Jimin barely takes in a breath before Jungkook tucks his thighs under Jimin’s hips further lifting his bottom half and hitting him dead on his prostate. Legs dangling over Jungkook’s shoulders, Jimin sobs out, hands gripping everything, and eyes filled with so many tears he can barely make out Jungkook’s face.
The taller leans down, capturing him in a searing kiss and then continues his pace until Jimin falls over the edge. It doesn’t take long. “I’m cumming!!!” He screams, body convulsing as his orgasm rips through him. His cock spurts warm cum all over his stomach and chest as Jungkook helps him ride it until the end.
“Good boy. So greedy you came untouched.”
Jimin barely hears Jungkook’s voice, mind too out of it to process anything. He can still feel Jungkook above him, but his moves are slower now. Jimin whimpers quietly every time the tip of Jungkook’s cock teases at his already overly sensitive gland.
“You gonna give me one more, baby?”
Jimin’s eyes shoot open at that, mouth open in surprise. Jungkook simply dips down and kisses him, lips warm and unforgiving. Distracted by Jungkook’s wicked tongue, Jimin doesn’t realize when Jungkook starts to quicken his pace. It’s when a large hand wraps around his half-hard cock that he bucks up at the oversensitivity and moans.
“Jungkook….Jungkook! Ahh…I can’t! I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, hyung. Your greedy hole can take it. Wanna be good for me, right?”
Jimin finds himself nodding mindlessly, head clouded and eyes glazed. His body feels like it’s floating, the way Jungkook touches him and kisses him making him numb. His large hand doesn’t stop, squeezing and tugging until Jimin’s fully hard again.
Jungkook’s kisses are intoxicating, tongue wicked and eyes sharp. Jimin takes everything the man above him gives him, lets his tears continue to fall when he feels Jungkook’s cock stroking over his prostate. “Ahh…hurts…it hurts…” He whimpers against Jungkook’s lips, the sound pitiful. Jungkook smiles, kissing away the pain and swallowing his high-pitched moans.
“Almost there, baby. So close. Cum for me.”
Jimin's feet lock behind Jungkook’s back and his arms grab tight to his neck. He uses Jungkook’s body to ground himself, moving his hips in time with Jungkook’s, urging the man above him to stroke him faster.
“There you go. Come on. That’s it.” Jungkook encourages roughly over his swollen lips. Jimin moves his hips desperately, chasing that high once again. Before he knows it they’re cumming together.
The feeling is like nothing else, the way Jungkook groans into his ear and tenses his muscular back is so incredibly sexy. Jimin is lost in the feeling of a rock solid cock spurting into the condom inside of him, his legs shaking as his second and more intense orgasm runs through him.
His arms fall limp at his sides as do his legs, his body like jelly as Jungkook drops onto him. He can feel him breathing heavily against his neck and smiles when Jungkook kisses the skin there.
They don’t speak for a while, just enjoy each other’s presence as their bodies come back to normal. Jungkook lifts himself up onto his elbows and brushes his nose over Jimin’s. The action causes him to open his eyes and he does his best to keep them open even though they want to close so badly.
“I love you.” Jungkook chuckles, kissing the tip of Jimin’s nose and then his lips. Jimin feels when he pulls his hips back to remove his spent cock from his hole and winces slightly. “I’m sorry, my love. You did so well for me.”
Jimin preens at the praise, smiling back at Jungkook as he loses the battle to keep his eyes open. “I love you, more.” He rasps and Jungkook laughs.
“Is that so?”
“Mhm.” Jimin replies weakly, already feeling sleep pulling him under. Jungkook is quick to pick up on Jimin’s state, carefully standing to go grab something to clean them up. He ties up the condom and tosses it into the garbage quickly returning to wipe Jimin clean. The blonde just lies there, every bone in his body turned to mush.
He must’ve fallen asleep at some point because the next thing he knows, the smell of coffee is drifting through the air and waking him up. He glances toward the windows realizing the sun is peeking through the edges of the blackout curtains. He’s unsure of the time, but none of that matters. Nothing else matters now that he has Jungkook. Jimin stretches his sore muscles, hand reaching over to find the source of his happiness, but there is nothing there except for cold sheets.
“Jungkook?”
He’s just about to get up and search in a panic when the man himself enters the room with two mugs in his hand. “Morning, sexy.” He greets and Jimin signs in relief. When the taller notices Jimin’s face, he places the cups on the bedside table. “Hey. Everything okay?” Jungkook seems a bit nervous, doing his best to gauge Jimin’s mood. Almost like he thinks Jimin has regrets.
That is the furthest from the truth.
“Yes. Of course. I just…I didn’t see you here. I thought you’d left.”
“Oh. No. I didn’t leave. Why would I leave?”
Jimin chuckles at that, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassed. “I guess…I’m not really sure.”
Jungkook shakes his head and leans down to peck Jimin’s lips. “Silly, hyung. I was out there making us coffee. I don’t know if you remember this, but I still make better coffee than that contraption you have out there.”
Jimin giggles, placing a hand over his mouth to stifle it, but it’s of no use when half his body is falling over onto Jungkook. “I can’t believe you’re still fighting with my coffee maker.”
“I’m not fighting with it! It’s just…what’s the point of having something like that when I'm clearly the better choice.”
The blond can’t stop smiling at how cute Jungkook is. He feels incredibly lucky that the younger decided to give him a chance even after everything. “You will always be the better choice, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook smiles triumphantly, passing a mug to Jimin. Together they sip their coffee, smiling sweetly at each other over the rims of their mugs. Jimin can’t remember the last time he felt this smitten.
They attempt to get ready for the day, but they don’t make it past trying to put on their underwear. Because it’s the weekend, Jimin suggested they go to a museum or grab some brunch, but somehow they end up back in bed. Jungkook is incredibly convincing. Instead of going anywhere, Jimin ends up on his knees taking Jungkook’s cock to the back of his throat. Much of the day goes this way, Jimin screaming Jungkook’s name while the other moans over every inch of his skin.
Eventually Jimin finds his eyes cracking open for the third time that day realizing it’s now evening. His stomach is rumbling.
“I’m so hungryyyy.” He pouts, tucking into Jungkook’s side. The taller turns to face him, pulling him close so that their chests touch and Jimin can bury his face into the crook of his neck. “Hungry, baby?”
“Yes…so hungry.”
“Mmm. I wonder why that could be.” Jungkook teases, snorting when Jimin weakly attempts to slap him on his chest.
“It’s your fault! I don’t think I can even walk at this point.”
Jungkook hums and then cups Jimin’s jaw, successfully pulling him out of his hiding place to kiss him silly. “You’re right. And this is exactly how I want you. Weak and vulnerable. And next to me in bed.”
Jimin instantly turns into a puddle. While Jungkook kisses him, he temporarily forgets about being hungry until the sound of his tummy rumbling echoes into the room. Jungkook pulls off, chuckling against his lips. He’s shaking so much from laughing Jimin starts to feel indignant.
“Stop it! You’re literally starving me to death.”
At that Jungkook lets out a noise of offense but it’s clearly amused. “I suppose I should do something about that, huh?”
“You really should.” Jimin smiles into another kiss and then settles into bed while Jungkook orders them dinner.
For many months, nights like these are common, and before he knows it, six months have passed by. Six months of amazing and perfect love. He couldn’t be happier.
So that’s why Jimin finds himself placing a key into a small gift box, something he’s been thinking long and hard about doing for a while. Although Jungkook already has the elevator keycard to the penthouse, the significance of this key is so much greater.
With winter creeping in, Jungkook is about to be on winter break from his university classes, so they’ve spent most, if not all of their free time together. And even though it’s worked out well and they’ve managed to balance life and everything else, it’s never enough. Jimin hates it when they have to part ways at the end of the day. He misses Jungkook terribly and most nights he can’t even sleep because of it.
That is why he has no regrets about what he’s planning to do.
He’s already discussed it with Hobi and Jin and they were immediately on board. Tae was honestly shocked Jimin hadn’t asked sooner. And even Yoongi and Namjoon beat them to it. Something about how Namjoon couldn’t stand not seeing Yoongi at all hours even though they already work together being his reasoning.
ParkSYS has returned to some normalcy. The company has even grown financially thanks to Jimin’s leadership, but now Jimin wants to settle the last part of his life.
“Baby?”
Jungkook’s voice carries through the hall and Jimin waits excitedly in his bedroom. He’s wearing nothing but Jungkook’s huge university t-shirt and fuzzy socks. He should be dressed more appropriately for the occasion, but he sort of wants to remind Jungkook what he’ll get if he says yes to his request.
“In here.” Jimin replies and within seconds Jungkook is pushing open the door. The instant he walks in he breaks into a huge smile and starts stalking up to Jimin.
“You know…if you greet me like this every time, I might just have to start taking online classes.”
Jimin’s cheeks flush and he has to bite his lip to keep from shouting out what he’s dying to say. The little box is held tightly behind him, hands squeezing it. He smiles at Jungkook, taking a tiny step forward until they’re chest to chest.
“Or maybe…you could…I don’t know…” He lifts up the box so that it is now between them, right near Jimin’s chin. He tries to present it as appealing as possible, even making his eyes more puppy-like.
Jungkook, in his adorable fashion, tilts his head to the side. “What? Give more gifts?”
Jimin’s laughter fills the room and he accidentally crashes against Jungkook’s chest. “No!” He snorts, feeling a lot more relaxed now that Jungkook made him laugh. “No…I meant…you could…open this and find out.”
Jungkook chuckles, but indulges Jimin by grabbing the small box excitedly and kisses his lips before taking a step back. “You know I’ve told you a hundred times to stop spending money on—”
“Move in with me.” Jimin suddenly blurts out, just as Jungkook opens the box. “But–only if it’s something you want, I mean, I’ve been thinking about this long and hard and I realized that we love to spend time together and now that your mom has her new house we can…”
Jungkook tugs him in by the waist and kisses away his rambling. Jimin gives in immediately, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck and running fingers through his long hair as he molds against his lover’s body.
He gets so lost in the kiss he doesn’t realize Jungkook has replied.
“What?”
“I said…I’d love to move in with you.”
“Really?” Jimin’s face turns incredibly hot, and when Jungkook tightens his hold, Jimin accidentally releases a tiny whine.
“Yeah. Really.” Jungkook parrots before kissing him again, but this time it's slow and sensual. They stop after a few minutes, but only for Jungkook to dip down and grab the key from the floor. Somehow it had fallen during their impromptu makeout session.
Jimin watches in a daze as Jungkook picks up the key and then pulls out his own keyring and attaches the new symbolic key to it. “There. Now I’m all yours.” Jungkook declares smugly.
Finally gathering his bearings, Jimin leans into Jungkook, takes his keys out of his hand and tosses them somewhere on the ground. “Good. Now, take me to bed.”
“What’s the password?” Jungkook whispers over his lips with a grin.
Jimin lets out a laugh, head falling back at the unexpected jest. When their eyes meet, there is so much love there Jimin wonders how he was ever worthy of it, but he accepts it nonetheless. “Take me to bed, Jungkookie. Password: Decalcomania.” He can’t stop himself from smiling when Jungkook tilts his head and lifts him up to carry him to the bed.
“Anything for you, hyung.”