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This is not the first time for Jimin.
Meaning it isn’t his first time jerking off with a sweaty Jungkook, panting next to him in their shared hotel bed. They’ve done this before - several times. On most occasions, it happens after their concerts when they’re pumped up on adrenaline and looking to prolong the high. Some people might think it’s strange, but not to him. Not at all. Jimin knows he’s not gay and neither is Jungkook. In fact, they do this whilst talking about their fantasies. Fantasies entirely revolving around girls. Women.
There is nothing even remotely homosexual about this because they don’t touch each other and they don’t look at each other’s cocks. They keep their eyes firmly closed, conjuring up images of uh- bouncing breasts, dripping wet vaginas, tiny waists, strong thighs. Jungkook has strong thighs and a tiny waist with defined, sculpted abs and-
No! Dangerous.
This is not what Jimin usually thinks about when he is wanking. And his cock definitely doesn’t twitch because Jungkook just grunted, low and manly.
“What are you thinking about?” Jimin asks, voice breathy as he gives the head of his cock a little squeeze on the upstroke.
“Uh- There were some pretty girls in the first row today…” Jungkook says, hand slowly dragging over his length with soft rhythmic sounds.
Oh, so Jungkook was fantasizing about their fans. Jimin almost smirks, amused. He did notice the maknae’s eyes slipping one too many times towards a petite girl with a doll face just to the right of the stage. For some reason, Jimin always finds himself very attuned to Jungkook’s desires and inclinations. It must be because they spend so much time together. Jimin is a good hyung, he pays close attention to his dongsaeng, takes care of him.
“Mmh… Do you mean that girl with the black, short hair and small face you kept looking at?”
“I- Yeah, that’s the one.” Jungkook stutters a little, clearly flustered.
Jimin likes that. He likes it when Jungkook gets shy, he imagines how pink his cheeks must be, though he doesn’t dare look to his right side. That wasn’t something they did. They couldn’t look at each other while getting off, that’s just- not right. This was a strictly platonic bro thing. Guys get horny together. It’s not surprising they end up jerking off side by side.
“What did you like about her?”
“Lips… I- uh, her lips were so full, I just…” Jungkook’s voice transforms into a velvety moan.
Eh. That sounded kind of good. Or maybe Jimin just really likes that girl’s lips as well.
“And what did you want her to do? Something with those lips…?”
“Yeah- yeah, shit… I wanted her to suck me off, her thick lips would look so f- fucking good around me.”
Jungkook groans and his hand speeds up again, Jimin can feel the bed shaking lightly as the other boy’s motions turn stronger, more vigorous. Jimin’s body heats up steadily, the white sheet covering them starts becoming suffocating, and yet removing it would mean maybe he could get an eyeful of something he definitely should not see.
“You liked her too, hyung?” Jungkook asks, voice strained.
“Yes.” Jimin answers, he did notice her as well, though he hadn’t gone as far as to fantasize about anything happening.
“And- what would you do with her?”
The question takes Jimin by surprise. He was actually content with just imagining plump, red lips around Jungkook’s hard cock. He didn’t know what it meant, but he could definitely come very quickly just thinking about that very specific image in his head. He fills the silence by sighing and also making his movements faster under the sheet, grip tight around his girth.
“Maybe… Maybe I’d just fuck her from behind while she blows you.”
Now, this is a first. They had never included each other in their fantasies with girls, and Jimin isn't really sure what came over him. He’s ready to laugh it off, and make up something else when Jungkook’s breath hitches, followed by a louder moan.
“Ah… Yeah, we could- we could fill her up so much like that. Me inside her mouth and you buried in her pussy.”
Wow. Jungkook seems to really have liked that idea. Jimin is curious though. The last time they’d done this was a couple of months ago and he knew Jungkook still hadn’t had any sexual experiences besides dirty makeouts and sloppy hand jobs. Now he wants to know if there are any new developments in that area.
“Did you- did someone blow you already?”
“No… Not yet, but- I really want it… Mhmm…” Jungkook hums in pleasure while he strokes himself firmly.
“You want me to tell you what it feels like?” Jimin finds himself asking.
“Yeah, yeah tell me- Ah…”
Jimin’s groin is on fire. Every drag of his palm over the hardened length sends him spiraling, close to losing all his filters.
“When you slip into a girl’s mouth, it’s- it’s hot, and soft and f- fucking wet.”
Jimin doesn’t have that much experience, the number of blowjobs he got until now could be counted on the fingers of one hand. But one thing he knew for sure - he did enjoy them, and Jungkook seems to be enjoying his words as well.
“T- tell me more.” The maknae pants.
“It just- It feels so good when they tease you with their tongue, lick all over the tip and jerk you off at the same time.” Jimin breathes out.
“Fuck- “ Jungkook curses, the noises of him touching himself suddenly turning into a soft squelching.
Jimin’s head spins with the knowledge that Jungkook is now getting wet, moaning out loud while listening to Jimin’s dirty talk.
“So fucking hot when they lick your dick from the base to the tip, wrap their lips around the head and suck hard. The suction feels fucking insane- Hmmm… Then they take you deeper and just moan, and drool all over it like it’s the best fucking thing they’ve ever had in their mouth.”
“Shit- That’s- oh god…” Jungkook moans, long and sweet.
“Can you imagine it? Can you imagine those full cocksucking lips wrapped around you and a pink tongue, sliding all over your cock, like velvet?”
“Yeessss-” The younger boy hisses, his strokes getting shorter and rougher, like he’s focusing more on the wet, sensitive tip of his cock.
It feels fucking incredible. Jimin can’t even begin to comprehend how horny he is because of this whole situation. He would have never thought explaining all the details of a blowjob to his younger friend would make him this fucking hard. He even needs to slow down his pace a little or he’s going to burst too embarrassingly fast.
“Where would you come, uh? Inside her mouth, her tongue- her face?” Jimin asks, utterly breathless.
“Oh- oh, fuck! I would make them taste me- th- then shoot the rest all over their pretty lips and face.”
He vaguely registers that Jungkook didn’t use any female pronouns, but thinks nothing of it. Maybe he’s just referring to girls in general.
“I’m sure they would love it. They would swallow all your cum, lick you clean, and beg you for more.”
Jimin doesn’t even know how he is capable of saying these words to the freaking maknae of his band, has no clue where all these dirty thoughts and images that are invading his mind are coming from. It’s not that his brain hasn’t veered into dangerous and forbidden territory before. Boy territory. Jungkook territory. But those thoughts happened only a handful of times and Jimin thoroughly repressed them every single time, quite successfully.
And yet, here he is. Pacing himself not to orgasm to the sound of his best friend’s moans and fantasies of his semen splattered all over someone’s (?) face and lips.
“Fuck! Fuck, I- I want to…” Jungkook groans, he sounds downright desperate.
“What do you want, Jungkookie?”
“Want my cock sucked… Need to feel it.”
Jimin lets a soft moan escape him, the neediness in the maknae’s voice does things to him he can’t explain.
“You’re that horny? You want someone to take your cock and suck you so fucking good that you blow your load down their throat, and then just keep pumping yourself to give them a nice facial? You’re messy, aren’t you? Dirty little boy…”
“ Hyuuung !” The younger boy whines, pretty and airy and it’s what makes Jimin's eyes snap open.
He looks .
Under the thin, white sheet, Jungkook’s hand is frantically working up and down his length, his hips buck up as he fucks into his fist. Jimin makes the mistake of letting his eyes trail up towards the maknae’s face and finds him staring right at him.
Shit.
Jungkook looks completely fucked out. His pupils are blown wide, doe eyes hooded and brimming with lust, pink, wet lips parted, allowing the most beautiful, sinful sounds to saturate the air around them.
“Wh- what? What is it?” Jimin asks, so aroused that precum leaks non-stop down his shaft.
“I n- need it. I need to try it- Just… just a bit. To feel it- just a few seconds…”
Jimin’s thought process comes to a screeching halt. Is Jungkook saying what he thinks he’s saying? Is he asking for-
His erection throbs at the mere thought of it. His body has a basic, animalistic response, while his brain goes totally haywire. One part of him roaring with want, needing to just tear that sheet away, shove Jungkook’s boxers down and take his erection into his mouth right this instant, and another part screaming at him that this is completely wrong. Jimin doesn’t like boys. Jimin doesn’t like Jungkook this way. They’re best friends - brothers. And Jimin isn’t gay!
But thinking about sucking the maknae’s cock is nothing if not the most homosexual thing that has ever crossed his mind. Why the fuck is this happening to him?!
In the middle of the conflict warring in his mind, his horny lizard brain tries to reconcile his baser instincts and his presumed straightness.
And that’s what makes him come up with a brilliant fucking idea.
“Tuck yourself inside your boxers, I’ll lick it over your underwear.”
Jungkook looks dumbfounded for a few seconds. His eyes are round and wide, and then his expression shifts once more, to something hungry and wild. He rips the sheet off the bed, throwing it to the wooden floor, and Jimin only has a fraction of a second to pull his black boxers up again, hiding his flushed member. Looking at each other’s naked cocks would be too much. There has to be a balance to what they are about to do.
And then he looks towards Jungkook’s crotch. Jimin can’t contain the loud gasp that leaves him, unbidden. His younger friend is only wearing tight, white boxers so thin that they completely reveal every single detail of his rock-hard erection. Oh, and Jungkook is big. He’s so, so big, Jimin’s cheeks flush with a mysterious warmth, some blood unhelpfully rushing south, making his own needy dick twitch shamefully.
What the fuck is happening to me…? Jimin wonders, on the edge of panic.
“I’m- I’m ready.” Jungkook says breathily, one hand rubbing over the obscene bulge of his cock, tucked to the left under the fabric.
The precum that had dripped out of the boy’s dick while he masturbated glistens tantalizingly over his abs, and Jimin has to force himself to wrench his eyes away from it. He lifts himself on the bed, and gets in between Jungkook’s legs, kneeling above the boy.
“Jungkook-ah, let’s just make some things clear first. I’m only doing this to help you out, so you can have a little experience before a girl sucks you off properly… And- and for it not to be weird we can’t do it skin on skin, right?” He tries to say all this matter-of-factly, but he’s so breathless he doesn’t know if he pulls it off.
“R- right… That would be, uh- That’d be too- “ Jungkook gulps, averting his eyes.
“Too gay. And we’re not. Either of us. Gay. We are not gay.”
“N- no. Not gay just, c- curious.”
“You’re just experimenting. And I’m, uh- doing you a favor, like giving you a little taste of something that will be much, much better when you get it from a girl another time.”
Jungkook nods very enthusiastically.
“Yes, yes, hyung that’s- so, can you…? Can you start now?” The maknae’s voice is eager and his fingers keep teasing at the tip of his cock. He looks really fucking aroused.
“Also uhm… I think it goes without saying, but you obviously can’t come. Not that you would! Come, that is. I mean, what guy would come from another guy licking his cock over his underwear, right?” Jimin chuckles, trying to make light of this very heavy, very weird, very homoerotic situation.
“Sure, I- Of course I won’t come. Don’t worry.” Jungkook also gives him a small laugh, but it sounds sort of forced. This isn’t funny anyway, it’s really fucking cringy, but Jimin’s raging hormones (and boner) won’t let him back down now.
“Great! I think we’re settled then. I’ll just, ehm… Move my tongue for like- what? A minute or so?”
Jungkook nods vehemently again.
“Right, I’ll lick you for like a minute, so you’ll kind of know what a tongue feels like down there. Then you’ll be able to imagine more or less what a real blowjob could feel like while you finish yourself off.”
“Yeah, okay, hyung… Just- can you start already?”
“Oh, and of course you should close your eyes and think about the girl from the concert. Or any girl whom you want to do this to you and- “
“Oh my god…” Jungkook groans, hips thrusting up into his palm. “Just do it, hyung!”
“Fine- Uh, okay. Just take your hand away.”
Jimin swallows, his throat as dry as the Sahara desert, and yet drool forms in his mouth when Jungkook removes his hand from his crotch, lifting his arms up and wrapping them around the pillow. His body looks amazing, toned and tan, small nipples erect, his chest rising and falling rapidly, while he’s still completely hard in his boxers.
If Jimin was gay, this vision would surely kill him. But he's not dead. Maybe a little brain-dead, but his heart is still functioning, from the telltale pulsing of his cock and the thundering in his chest.
With eyes glued to that absurdly huge penis, Jimin psychs himself out so he can gather the courage to bend down.
It’s no big deal. Just some friendly experimentation. Everyone does it with their closest friends when they don’t have much experience and are super worked up, right? Maybe he should suggest it to Taehyung as well. Huh… Jimin shakes his head dumbly at the idea. Somehow that didn’t click well in his head.
A very loud, needy groan interrupts his worthless trail of thoughts again.
Okay , he's doing this. He’s really doing this!
With that, Jimin leans down, flabbergasted by just how thick and long Jungkook’s dick looks from this up close. He almost makes a joke about it. Almost. When his lips part it’s just to press over the fabric that covers the hardened base of the maknae’s cock. Jimin’s nose is kind of squished against his pelvis, feeling the scent of body wash and Jungkook’s own characteristic warm, clean smell. Somehow, Jimin finds it positively intoxicating tonight.
He starts moving his lips slowly, mouthing over the length to acclimate himself. A few seconds later his tongue flicks out shyly, only the very tip touching the white cotton for a couple of seconds. And just that brief contact has Jungkook stiffening under him, his cock twitching noticeably at the sensation. It makes Jimin feel flustered, it’s fucking embarrassing, but he can’t stop now. He gives the clothed hard-on a longer, firmer lick, starting to coat it with saliva.
“Aaah- “ Jungkook moans, loud and dirty.
Fuck. That was hot. That was so fucking hot, but Jimin doesn’t analyze why he thinks so. He promised he’d lick him properly for a full minute and he will. He just lets all his drool collect in his mouth, seeming as he can’t stop salivating, for whatever reason, and the spit helps his tongue slide easier over the fabric of Jungkook’s boxers. Jimin licks long, wide stripes from the base of Jungkook’s cock to the tip of it, even swirling his tongue around the head, before pulling away a little to look at it.
Big mistake.
Enormous, colossal mistake.
He completely short circuits because now he is hit with the realization that he has drooled all over fucking thin, white boxers.
And what happens to thin, white fabric when wet?!
It gets fucking transparent.
Motherfucker!
He can see everything. He sees a vein snaking up Jungkook’s thick length, the angry, red color of his cockhead, the obscene contours of it straining against the wet fabric.
God… Jimin wants to see even more. So he starts licking again, more fervently, hungrier. He licks over Jungkook’s balls and hears the younger boy grunt, hips chasing Jimin’s mouth when he pulls away, only to dive in at once. Jimin runs his tongue all over the shaft, feels the veins pumping blood fast due to Jungkook’s arousal, and finally he focuses on the maknae’s swollen cockhead.
It’s the most sensitive part on a man’s cock, so he isn’t surprised when Jungkook’s moans keep pitching higher and higher. Jimin feels how hot the tip is, throbbing heavily under the drag of his tongue. He starts tasting something salty, and realizes with a wave of undiluted lust that Jungkook is leaking precum all over his underwear and Jimin’s tongue.
It makes him moan over Jungkook’s cockhead, makes him lap at the fluid eagerly, wanting to coax more of it out.
He looks up while flattening his tongue against the underside of Jungkook’s cock, where the shaft connects with the tip, and flicks it repeatedly over his frenulum. Then Jimin takes in the state of him - Jungkook looks debauched. He’s gripping the pillow over his head tightly, back slightly arched, body glowing attractively with perspiration and a gorgeous blush spreading down to his neck. The pretty boy bites his bottom lip while his eyes roll back into his head before he lets them flutter shut, lost in a blaze of pleasure.
Jimin likes what he sees. He fucking loves it. So he keeps going, he licks and licks and decides to fully wrap his lips around the clothed cockhead. He can actually feel the taste of Jungkook’s skin mixed with his precum now, it’s almost like he’s doing it directly and it’s going to drive him fucking crazy. With his lips stretched around the tip of his young friend’s dick, Jimin starts sucking.
“Hyung- hyung s- stop- “
Jimin doesn’t know what Jungkook is saying. He doesn’t listen. He just knows he said some words that were drowned by a staccato of pretty moans and whines. He suckles Jungkook’s cockhead in a dirty, indecent rhythm, feeling it getting hotter, pulsing even more, slurping at the salty precum that keeps leaking out of the slit. Jimin moans around it, gets positively wild while doing it.
Fuck and Jungkook sounds too fucking good. His moans sound pornographic, like he’s actually having sex, like he’s-
“Fuck, fuck! Hyuuung! Aah- Aaaah- “
And then it all happens at once. Warm, thick liquid shoots out from the tip of Jungkook’s cock, startling Jimin. It quickly drenches the cotton, and enters Jimin’s mouth, tasting a little bitter.
Oh, fuck…
It’s Jeon Jungkook’s fucking cum.
Jimin got so completely lost in his own hazy arousal that he made his dongsaeng orgasm without even realizing it. He is now swallowing the hot load that seeps through the cotton fibers, lips still attached to the maknae’s twitching cock.
Jimin’s own dick jerks in the confines of his underwear, responding to the utter lewdness of what is happening, but it seems his conscience hasn’t quite caught on.
With a final satisfied grunt, Jungkook’s hips stop flexing and his body slumps against the bed, fully sated. Due to his movement, Jimin’s lips detach themselves from Jungkook’s dick with a wet pop, a string of semen and saliva dripping down dirtily.
And now , his brain catches on. Jimin’s eyes widen seeing Jungkook’s still hardened length completely on display under the transparent boxers, a pearl of white, creamy cum bubbling up on the tip, caught on the fabric. It’s so obscene his breath gets stuck in his throat and he gasps, pulling away in shock.
Jungkook doesn’t let him get far though. In a flash, Jimin is being grabbed, laid down on the bed and turned towards the younger. They’re both on their sides, Jungkook breathing fast and hard, looking at Jimin with an expression that screams hunger and uncontrollable need. The maknae brings their bodies impossibly close, their foreheads touching. Jimin feels completely lost, and yet he’s so overcome with lust, he just lets everything happen. He just lets his friend wrap his big hand around his weeping cock and start jerking him off with fast, firm flicks of his wrist.
“J- Jungkook… What are you d- doing?” He asks, his voice a total wreck.
“You made me come. Now I need to return the favor.”
“I- Aah, shit…“ Jimin can’t finish his sentence because Jungkook twists his hand just right over Jimin’s cockhead, spreading slippery precum all over his length.
“You look so fucking good like this, hyung. Can never get you out of my head when I’m touching myself…”
Jimin gasps and moans helplessly, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. What is Jungkook saying? What does he mean?
“I wasn’t thinking about that girl sucking me off. I was thinking about you, about your thick lips around my cock, about coming inside your pretty mouth and on your beautiful face. I just want to see you covered with my cum.” Jungkook’s voice drops an octave, terribly sexy and low. He’s so close Jimin can feel his hot breath fanning across his face and it’s driving him to absolute madness.
“I don’t- Oh, fuck- “ Jimin tries to speak but he can’t, pleasure mounting within him, coiling tightly in his belly due to the maknae’s touch and dirty words.
“You know, I’ve only been thinking about you when I come. For months, you’re all I can think about. The way you sound drives me crazy, I imagine how pretty your cock must be, how your ass would look if I fingered you open… Fuck, I’m hard again.”
“Oh my god- oh fuck, J- Jungkook… I’m gonna- I’m- “ Jimin is going to come. He’s going to spill all over his friend’s hand any second now.
But then Jungkook stops, making Jimin whine and buck his hips again.
“What do you need, hyung?” He asks, low and teasing.
“Want- wanna come now…”
“Yeah? You want me to make you all dirty? Sucked my cock so good, I knew you’d be so needy, so fucking sexy…”
Jimin groans, embarrassed and turned on in equal measures. He moves his hips, fucking into Jungkook’s tight, wet fist to make him do something .
“You’re really desperate, right? Fuck, hyung you’re even better than everything I imagined…”
Jimin’s brain feels like it’s going to melt and turn into goo. He needs to know, needs to know what Jungkook fantasized, needs to get off. He just needs .
“What d- did you imagine?” He asks, rolling his hips up, cock sliding easily inside Jungkook’s fist.
Jungkook chuckles, a deep, mischievous laugh, showing his cute bunny smile. They lock eyes and Jungkook’s hand tightens around his girth.
“Everything. I imagined you sucking my cock, I imagined doing the same for you. I thought about prepping your tight little hole so you could take me.”
“Aaah…” Jimin moans, images of Jungkook fingering him on all fours flashing in his mind’s eye.
“You like that, right? You’d like me to fuck your virgin ass, hyung?”
Jimin’s breath hitches once more, shock and arousal brutally slamming into him as he realizes that yes, that is exactly what he would like right now.
“Yes- Fuck, yes, Jungkook… Want you to fuck me.”
“Mhmmm… Yeah, I know you do. Fuck my hand the way you want me to fuck your hole, come on.”
Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice. He lowers his boxers hastily until they’re just below the swell of his ass, and really starts snapping his hips forward, fucking his pulsing cock into the tight circle of Jungkook’s hand. His thrusts are long and powerful, wet, squelching sounds and filthy moans filling the room while Jimin gets closer and closer to his climax.
“You’d want it like this? Deep and hard, fucking you so well until you come all over yourself. Want me to blow my load inside you too? Pump your ass full of cum?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes want it- want your cock, want your cum- fuck!” Jimin whines obscenely, eyes rolling back.
He’s past any coherence. He just moans and whines and allows this mind blowing pleasure to take him higher. Suddenly Jungkook makes him still his hips and starts pumping Jimin’s cock at a vicious speed.
“Aaaah! Jungkook!” He moans his dongsaeng’s name dirtily,right on the verge of orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah, say my name like that. You’re so fucking sexy, hyung- I’m gonna make you come for me now.”
Jimin keeps repeating Jungkook’s name until he sees white. He comes so hard it makes him scream with pleasure, spilling his cum in thick ribbons all over Jungkook’s fist. With his jaw slack, and spit-slicked lips parted, Jimin moans shamelessly with each pump of his friend’s hand milking his sensitive cock.
And then there’s something entering his mouth. Jungkook’s tongue slides hotly against his, and Jimin responds instinctively. Their tongues brush sensually in a hungry, wet kiss, filled with desire that makes Jimin’s orgasm last longer than it ever did before. His cock jerks, ejaculating a few more spurts of semen while Jungkook sucks on his tongue filthily. It feels so fucking good, it’s like they’re having sex with their mouths.
The waves of his orgasm gradually weaken, and soon Jimin is shuddering in oversensitivity. Jungkook takes notice, and stops stroking him, instead wrapping his arm around Jimin’s waist to bring him even closer, their hot, sweaty bodies touching almost from head to toe. His lips never stop their movement against Jimin’s own, and their kiss changes as well. It’s still sensual but it turns so slow and sweet, an overwhelming type of emotion starts twisting in Jimin’s chest.
What is this he’s feeling?
Jimin doesn’t understand… In just a moment it seems his world is completely turned upside down. His eyes start stinging, moisture gathering at the corners and Jimin lowers his head, stopping the kiss as he takes a deep, heaving breath.
“Jiminie-hyung… Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, gently caressing Jimin’s cheek, and tilting his chin up for them to look at each other.
“I- I don’t know… I don’t u- understand- “ He stammers, trying his best not to cry.
“Do you want me to, uh- back away?”
The mere suggestion of any kind of distance between their bodies makes Jimin whimper, and snuggle closer to the younger boy, squishing his cheek to Jungkook’s chest. More than anything, Jimin needs comfort right now.
“Sshhh… It’s okay, hyung. Tell me what you’re feeling, please.” The younger boy whispers softly, running his hand up and down Jimin’s back while he hugs him.
“It’s just- I’m so confused…”
“You never did anything with a boy before, right?”
“No…” Jimin answers shyly, his voice a little muffled against Jungkook’s pecs.
“Did you like it though? Did you feel good? With- with me?” Jungkook’s voice had been steady and smooth until now, but it seems to waiver a bit with these last questions.
Jimin nods, hiding his face completely and sniffling. The maknae seems to sigh in relief and exhales against Jimin’s hair, then kissing the top of his head.
“Hyung, I need you to know that- that I like you so, so much… I’ve liked you ever since I was a stupid, immature kid who just kept teasing you because he didn’t know how to deal with his feelings. You’ve always been the one on my mind…”
Oh, so now Jimin is really crying. Without any warning, the memories of him having a ridiculous crush on a younger, skinny and lanky Jungkook come to the forefront of his mind. He remembers being pushed away and told he was unattractive in that mocking tone of his, but Jimin always laughed it off. He tried not to take those things too seriously, they were so young after all. Except for a few nights where he did cry. But exactly like the pesky fantasies he had sometimes, Jimin had hidden away all those thoughts and feelings and memories and buried them deep in his subconscious. Never to be found.
But now they’re back. Everything resurfaces all at once and makes hot tears spill from his eyes, as he hugs the younger boy so desperately. And Jungkook just holds him through it, peppering kisses on Jimin’s cheeks and nose, trying to calm him down with adoring caresses. It’s like he’s the older one and not Jimin. Jungkook is taking care of him so well…
Jimin’s breaths get steadier and he gulps around the knot in his throat, finally able to stop crying.
“Jungkookie… Can you be patient with me?” He asks, hoping Jungkook can understand what he means. Hoping that he will help him through his internal turmoil, even though Jimin doesn’t have a clue how long that will take and how he’ll be able to do it.
“I will… I know how it feels, Jiminie-hyung.” Jungkook says soothingly, running his fingers through Jimin’s wet hair, pushing it away from his forehead to deliver a tender kiss there. “We will do this together, I’ll be here for you. I’ll be anything you want me to be.”
‘We’... Jimin likes the sound of that. Even though he still has no idea what it will entail, even if he fears what he will have to face within himself, Jimin likes it a lot.
Jimin looks up at Jungkook, who grew up so well, and feels a surge of affection, and want, and-
And he just kisses him. Jimin kisses him long and hard and unbearably sweet, climbing on top of Jungkook to hold him better, closer.
Jimin knows he is not perfect. But this moment right here, might be the closest thing to perfection he has ever experienced in his life.