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He was going to pass out. His heart was beating in his chest so fast, he could hear blood whooshing in his ears, and he broke out in a cold sweat. The panic that had been slowly building all evening was going to choke him as it got harder and harder to breath..
The elevator continued to slowly crawl up. Forty meters… forty-five… higher and higher. He could faintly hear his band mates cheering him on, and he tried desperately to focus on them. They had all jumped already. Well maybe not Hobie hyung, but considering he was the only person who was more terrified of this whole thing than Jimin himself, that didn’t count. The others had all jumped, and now it was his turn. He had to. If he didn’t he’d never be able to face them, and it wasn’t the teasing that he was worried about. They were a group, they were a team, and they had to do this together.
The elevator stopped.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck...
Bangtan Sonyeondan. There was no doubt that joining the group was the best damn decision he had ever made in his entire life. He knew how extremely lucky he was to be gifted with the flat out privilege of being a member of such a successful and loving idol group.
But he did have his moments, especially when the sadistic staff decided to pull some shit like this. Like do they just sit around and go, “Hey you know, the boys have dance practices and vocal sessions and their schedules can be super stressful but you know what would be fun? Taking them to the highest bungee jumping tower in Korea! That shit would be hilarious!”
Though he couldn’t just blame the staff. There was one other person behind this whole stupid idea. One particularly evil little maknae (okay maybe not so little) who had been whining about wanting to go bungee jumping for the last year. And apparently, because that insane adrenaline junkie wanted to go, the rest of them were dragged along with him. Never mind that it had been his birthday just a few days ago. But did anyone ask him how he felt about it? Nooooope. Jungkook instead had decided to point out that he was 20 years old and it was time for him to man up. The punk was asking for it, all crinkled eyes and stupid self satisfied grin.
But as annoyed as he could get at Jungkook, everyone knew that when it came to the youngest he was a marshmallow over a bonfire, soft and squishy. He couldn’t help it! His Kookie was just too freakin' cute. Ever since he’d met the kid 3 years ago, he’d felt a special fondness for him.
It had started out as a brotherly love; a replacement for the little brother he had left behind in Busan. He always felt the need to take care of his dongsaeng. To make sure he ate, was getting enough rest, and wasn’t letting the stress of being the golden maknae get to him. And no matter how much the others teased him or gave him shit for obsessing over Jungkook, he didn’t care. Even when Jungkook himself pushed him away when he showed him affection, he didn’t care. He knew it was only because the young kid didn’t know how to handle closeness well. He knew the boy had trouble expressing his thoughts and emotions into actions and words. He knew because late at night, when the stress would get to be too much, Jungkook would crawl into bed with him, trying to keep a neutral expression on his face and act like it was just because he was cold, but his eyes always gave him away. His eyes would be pleading with Jimin. Jimin would play along, letting the boy cuddle close so he could run his fingers through his hair and whisper the words that Jungkook needed to hear in order to sleep. He would feel the tension leave the tall boy as he finally drifted off after a sleepless night. Jimin loved taking care of his Kookie.
But lately, he’d been wanting more…
“Jimin-shi?”
He snapped his head up and realized the instructor had been talking to him.
“Uh, yes?”
“Jimin-shi I need you to pay attention. These instructions are very important okay? From this far up, we don’t want to risk any accidents, do we?”
And thank you, for that. He gulped and looked out the window and realized that 63 meters may be a lot higher than he thought and the instructor’s words weren’t exactly comforting. Were they sure this was even safe? Yeah sure the others finished fine, but you never know! How many bungee accidents happened a year? He wasn’t sure but even if it was just one, that was one too many. He could be that one! Shit happens! Ropes break! That’s why they call them accidents!
Ok, don’t panic. Don’t fucking panic. I can do this. Just breathe. In and out. In and out. In and… and… Oh fuck I can’t do this.
“Jimin fighting!”
“Jimin-ah! You can do it!”
“Come on Jiminie!”
Shit. He had to do this.
He tried his best to listen to the instructions and slowly stepped out onto the platform. The words of encouragement making him feel braver than he actually was. And then the wind blew so fast he almost lost his balance and felt his heart drop right into his stomach. God fucking damn it! I’m going to die here! Eomma, Appa, Hyunie I love you!
No, damn it, he had to focus. He listened for his band mates again. He could hear them cheering. He felt their love and support, and he did his best to control his breathing and to calm his heart down.
“Come on hyung! Be a man and jump!”
He smiled. Brat.
The instructor started to count down. Taking a deep breath, with the rest of BTS cheering him on, he stepped right up to the edge and closed his eyes. This was it. He was going to do it. He was about to jump, and it could be the last thing he ever does.
10,
Suddenly he saw Jin hyung, cooking seaweed soup in the kitchen, yelling at the rest of them to hurry up and set the table because dinner was almost ready and they “damn well better wash their hands first or they weren’t getting any!”
9,
Yoongi hyung, sitting in the studio, scrunching up his face and running his fingers through his hair as he wrote lyrics, yelling at the rest of them to “shut the fuck up or get out! You’re interrupting my process with all your noise!”
8,
Namjoon hyung crumping in the practice room for the amusement of his dongsaengs. Face twitching along with the music, limbs flailing spastically, trying not to laugh as he willingly embarrassed himself.
7,
Happy Hobie hyung, sleeping peacefully in his bed with his legs up in the air, stroking his own chest like a weirdo.
6,
Taehyung reenacting different movie scenes by himself in their bedroom. His voice fluctuating to fit every character and making goofy faces as he played each role with Jimin doubled over in laughter.
5,
And then he saw Jungkook. Dancing around the dorm, lip-syncing to whatever song was blasting in his ears through his headphones. Eyes closed, huge grin, as he got into his hyungs faces, practically shouting the freakin' song at them.
4,
Jungkook sitting on the couch, practicing his next cover for the fans. Face tight in concentration, bags under his eyes as he tried to sound out the English words. Wanting the pronunciation perfect. It was for the fans, it had to be flawless.
3,
Jungkook watching him while they all ate dinner. Making sure he finished everything on his plate. Nagging him about eating more to keep up his energy. Insisting that it’s “only because I don’t want to have to sing your parts on top of my own. You know how exhausting that shit is? Dancing and singing both of our parts! You better eat every bite because I’ll be damned if I have to do that shit again!”
2,
Jungkook sleeping next to him in the car with his head on his shoulder. Making little noises every time they went over a bump in the road. Looking so perfect, it took all of Jimin’s will power not to lean over and kiss his parted lips. To not say the three words that had been stuck in his throat for the last three years...
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I love you Jeon Jungkook. “Bangtan Sonyeondan, I love you!”
He jumped.
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He did it! They all did it! Even Hobie hyung did it without passing out or anything! And though the others may have been just the teeniest tiniest bit disappointed that neither him nor Hobie had a full on panic driven freak out, they were all so damn proud of each other.
Jimin in particular couldn’t stop hugging and patting each of his mates on the back. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and he may have cried a little bit earlier, but he was just so proud and relieved. Proud that they did it and relieved that it was over. He never in his life thought he would be able to do something like that; he’d always just been too scared. And he tried not to over examine this whole experience, but there was no way that it didn’t mean anything. It was like conquering his Everest!
He could have fallen wrong, the cord could have broken, his neck could have snapped! It felt like a near death experience. The fact that what flashed before his eyes was Bangtan was not lost on him. The love he felt for his boys warmed his heart and spread through his entire body, making him feel all giddy.
He was sitting between Taehyung and Hoseok on the couch in their dorm, Jungkook and Yoongi sat on the floor across from them, Jin was in the kitchen throwing together his after dinner snack, and Namjoon was sitting on the counter laughing and nagging Jin about eating again and breaking his diet. Taehyung was trying adamantly to defend himself when Hoseok accused him of being the most scared.
“Admit it Tae! You were shitting bricks up there! The instructor said you were begging to not do it!”
“Lies! All lies! I was just playing it up because I didn’t want you and chicken shit over here to feel bad!”
Jimin laughed, “Hey no need to get defensive. You still did it right? Who cares if you were crawling around and crying like a big ass baby?!”
Taehyung glared at Jimin, yet his voice came out a whisper, “What did you just call me?”
Jimin grinned mischievously, “You heard me bitch.”
Taehyung pounced and Jimin just giggled, easily evading him by leaning back against the couch, grabbing him by the hood of his jacket and tossing him face first over into Hoseok’s lap before jumping up and running to crouch behind Jungkook.
“YOU GET BACK HERE PARK JIMIN!” Taehyung shouted but it was muffled by Hoseok’s lap.
“Get your face off my fucking dick Taehyung!”
Yoongi tried his best to keep from laughing, “Fuck guys, there are children here. Get a room.”
Taehyung scrambled to get off, face so red from embarrassment and anger (and maybe from something else too) it looked like he was going to explode.
“YOU CAN’T HIDE BEHIND KOOKIE THIS TIME!”
Jungkook stood up spreading his shoulders and making himself look as big as possible as he grinned down at Taehyung. Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s shoulders and used him as an impromptu shield while he tried to stop laughing because his eyes were starting to water and it was compromising his vision in case of attack. Yoongi at this point had his head in both his hands and a smirk on his lips, probably wondering, like he did every day, how in the fuck he ended up with this group of idiots. Namjoon and Jin peaked in to make sure nobody was killing anyone else, and once appeased, went back to the kitchen. Hoseok was still trying to gather his bearings, blushing while taking deep breaths to calm down.
“I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS JIMIN!” Taehyung was mortified and pissed, and it wasn’t because they had been teasing him about being scared.
Jimin giggled. “Pfft like you could hurt anybody with your stick arms!”
“Come out here bitch and I’ll show you exactly what I can do with my stick arms!”
“Sorry Taehyungie hyung, I can’t let you do that,” Jungkook flicked his nose with his thumb and ran his tongue over his lip, giving Taehyung his most intimidating stare. Well, as intimidating as he could get while giggling.
“Oh come on Kookie! You know he deserves it! Why you always gotta protect him!” Taehyung whined.
Jungkook just shrugged. “He’s cute.”
Jimin stopped laughing and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He felt the blush spread across his face and he buried it into Jungkook’s back to keep the others from noticing. Oh my god! He said I’m cute.
Taehyung stomped his foot and made a noise that strongly resembled a toddler throwing a tantrum. Yoongi, supposedly having seen enough, chose this time to suddenly stand up, grab Tae by his hood, and drag him away.
“Ai hyung where are we going? I’m not done with him yet!”
“Come on you idiot, we’re going to the studio. We need to finish that song you’ve been working on because if I have to hear your screeching for another fucking second, I’m going to kick your skinny ass.” Even when making a threat, Yoongi had the ability to sound bored as all hell.
“But Hyuuuunnggggg! Do we have to go now? It’s almost midnight!”
“Prime time for creativity.”
“This isn’t over Park Jimin! I’ll be back! And next time your oversized man-child won’t be there to protect you!” Taehyung shouted before Yoongi forcibly dragged him out the door.
“I should probably go with them. I need to finish up writing some lyrics.” Namjoon followed behind, but not before turning back to Jin and saying, “Hey Jinnie hyung, can you bring me some of those sandwiches once you’re done making them? They look pretty good.”
Jin peaked out from the kitchen again and grinned. “Yeah sure. But aren’t you worried about your diet?”
“Nah. Some things are worth gaining a few pounds for.” Namjoon blushed before pushing through the door. Jin let out a little giggle before going back to the kitchen to prepare the extra sandwiches.
“Y-Yeah I think I’m going to shower and head to bed.” Hoseok stammered before rushing to his room, still not having recovered from the earlier incident.
Jimin still had his face buried in Jungkook’s back, tossing Jungkook’s words around in his head over and over. He said I’m cute. What does that mean? Did he mean cute like “Oh that puppy’s so cute!” or cute as in cute cute. Like I want to cuddle with him on the couch, cute. Maybe even I want to kiss him, cute?
He knew he shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like that about the maknae, but he couldn’t help it. Their relationship had started off as a brotherly affection, as him wanting to take care of the other because Jungkook was his dongsaeng and he loved to take care of him.
But somewhere in the past three years, something had changed. At least for Jimin it had. He didn’t know why or how. All he knows is that all of a sudden when Kookie would smile his bunny toothed smile, it made his heart beat faster. And when they were at dance practice and he happened to catch Kookie’s eye in the mirror, his chest would feel tight making it even harder to breathe. And when Kookie would randomly wrap his arms around him from behind with no warning, he would have to bite his tongue to keep from sighing in content and leaning back into the strong chest pressed against him. Sometimes he thought he saw something in Jungkook's eyes too, but it would be gone before he could read anything into it, and he was always left with sweaty palms, a dry throat, and slightly breathless.
Right now, with his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders and his face against his back, he had to keep from placing a kiss between the shoulder blades in front of him. It was honestly so hard (zing) to resist and he almost gave in, before Jungkook turned around, his signature bunny teeth on full display.
“Oh my god that was hilarious! I thought Hobie hyung was going to have a freaking heart attack! And I’m pretty sure Taehyungie hyung is going to get you back Jiminie. There’s no way he’s going to let you get away with shoving his face into Hobie hyung’s crotch.” Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with the impish glee they always had after seeing any of his hyungs suffer. He then seemed to notice the look on Jimin’s face as he tilted his head in confusion.
“You okay, Minnie? You look a little…red?”
Jimin quickly walked passed him and sat on the couch. He pulled out his phone and casually started tapping around the screen. “Aish that’s hyung you brat! And I’m fine. It’s probably just from laughing so hard at TaeTae’s dumb ass.” Jimin tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, hoping that Jungkook would just let it go. He was staring at his phone but his attention was on the tall boy standing in front of him, deciding whether or not he was going to buy the excuse.
Jungkook was staring. He was staring hard with a little smirk on his face, and Jimin was trying to keep his face neutral and keep from squirming in his seat.
“Jiminie hyung, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you all night.”
Jimin looked up and tilted his head because Jungkook sounded hesitant, maybe even a little nervous. He had a cute little smile on his lips and an unnamed emotion filled his eyes. Concern? Guilt? Did he not buy Jimin’s excuse? Did he know Jimin’s secret? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god he knows! He fucking knows I like him and he’s weirded out and he’s going to try to be nice about it and let me off easy but he’s never going to want to see me ever again and I might as well just kill myself now because it would probably hurt less than no Kookie ever again!
Woah boy! Calm down. He hasn’t even said anything yet idiot. You’re worrying for no reason. Just play it cool.
He really hoped his inner monologue was not showing on his face and he sounded half as casual as he was going for when he replied, “Oh? What’s up Kook?”
Jungkook’s smirk spread into a smile and his eyes crinkled up in the cute way that was so completely Jungkook that Jimin almost let out a whine. So god damn cute it’s not even fair!
“I’m really, really proud of you hyung. The way you jumped with no hesitation even though you were so scared was amazing.”
Jimin’s eyes went wide. “Oh! Well, uh, thanks. It’s no big deal. I mean you weren’t even scared at all.” He didn’t do well with praise; it made him feel self-conscious and aware of his own flaws. It was worse if it came from Jungkook because the insecurity would be paired with a warm tingly feeling that threw him off-balance.
Jungkook slowly walked to the couch and sat down beside Jimin, turning towards him so they were face to face and looked him in the eye. “Jiminie hyung it’s a lot harder to do something that scares the shit out of you than it is to do something you’re not scared of. You were really brave.”
“Aishhh cut it out!” Jimin shoved the boy’s shoulder and he couldn’t keep from blushing again. He really couldn’t handle so many compliments from Kookie. He felt all warm and gooey inside, like a cinnamon bun, and he focused on trying not to melt into a puddle on the couch. “And anyway, I’d rather not be afraid of anything like you than be afraid of every damn thing.”
Jungkook looked confused. “What? There are things I’m scared of.”
Jimin scoffed. “Kookie the only times I’ve ever seen you even the slightest bit scared is when a girl is too close.”
He always wondered why Jungkook got so nervous around girls. The boy was smooth as fuck when they were at fan events. And Jimin would know, since he’s always stuck beside him, forced to watch Jungkook charm fans while every single googly eyed fangirl practically swooned. And it was nothing against ARMYs! He absolutely loved their fans! But he can’t help it if every time Jungkook did that sexy smile/wink combo at someone else, he felt a twist in his gut that made him want to wrap his arms around the boy and glare at anyone who tried to steal his Kookie away!
“Okay first of all, have you read any of the comments on anything?! I once read a comment from a noona who said she wanted to put me over her knee and spank me for being such a naughty boy and then rub lotion over my bright red ass cheeks! I have a right to be slightly cautious!”
Ooh boy! Jimin’s imagination pumped into fucking hyper drive as images of Jungkook bent over his thighs, with his blushing ass in the air, flooded his thirsty brain. He bit his lip to keep himself from letting out a groan. He tried again to go for cool and casual, despite how hot his body felt, and chuckled.
“Oh? Sounds kinky.”
“Ha, not funny. And secondly, there are things I’m scared about, straight up terrified about, even.” Jungkook said seeming slightly distracted as his eyes flicked down to where Jimin’s lip was between his teeth, and Jimin thought he might have seen something in those doe eyes, something that had his toes curling for just a second before they came back up to meet his.
“Alright Jungkook-shi, then tell me. What is something that scares you? And not something that makes you,” Jimin lifted his hands to make quotation marks, “a little nervous. I’m talking genuine panic. Like heart beating so fast you think it’s gonna pop right out of your chest and your throat feels so tight you can’t breath for shit and you think you might just pass the fuck out, and this whole time you’re trying your best just to keep your shit together, hoping nobody notices your pale sweaty face and calls you out on it! Do you any idea what the fuck that feels like?” Jimin was breathing a little hard by the end of his little rant. He didn’t expect himself to get carried away like that but for some reason he wanted Jungkook to understand. He watched Jungkook carefully, expecting him to be laughing or confused, but instead he looked thoughtful.
Jungkook always seemed so damned detached from emotions like fear that Jimin was having a hard time believing he was afraid of anything, kinky noonas aside. He couldn’t imagine Jungkook panicking about something like he himself did for so many things. And if there was something that could do that to the unflappable Jungkook, Jimin was extremely curious to find out what that was. But Jungkook was making him nervous with his steady gaze, not even blinking as he stared into Jimin’s eyes like he was looking for something. Jimin helplessly stared back, trying to give him whatever it was he was looking for so he would answer him.
“Alright guys! I’m going to the studio!” They broke eye contact and snapped their attention to where Jin appeared out of the kitchen, holding quite a substantial sized bundle of food. “Going to give our artistic geniuses something to eat. I left some for you guys in the fridge in case you get hungry, just a few sandwiches. Be good! See ya!”
Jimin cleared his throat and replied, “Thanks hyung. See ya in a bit.” Jin left, throwing a casual wave over his shoulder before closing the door. Jimin slowly turned back to look at Jungkook, who was staring at him again with that intense look in his eye and it made Jimin’s stomach twist in knots. He nudged him with his knee. “So tell me Jungkookie. What scares you?”
Jungkook opened and shut his mouth a couple of times, like he was about to say something but changed his mind, “I’m scared every time we perform. Whether it’s a comeback, award show, or a special stage, I’m so scared that I’ll disappoint everybody that sometimes I go to the bathroom and hide in a stall so I can calm down.”
Jimin offered a gentle smile. “We all get nervous for performances Kookie. It’s normal to feel anxiety performing in front of thousands of people. Especially when you’re the center of the group. That’s just nerves”
“Let me finish! Sometimes I start thinking about whether all this was worth it or not, living away from my family, pursuing music. I worry about whether or not I’ll fail and-.”
Jimin practically scoffed as his face twisted into one of disbelief and he knew the boy was grasping at straws, “Ahhh Kookie we all have moments of doubt, but you and I both know this is what you were born to do! You’re so talented that there’s no way that you’ll fail! Believe you me you’re going to do so good and go so far tha-”
“And you.” Jungkook whispered.
Jimin’s stopped talking as he tilted his head and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Huh?”
“More than anything else in this entire world hyung, you scare me.”
“Who, me? What the fuck did I do?” What was Jungkook talking about? Why would he be scared of Jimin? Jimin would never do anything to ever hurt him and he was slightly upset at Jungkook insinuating that he somehow would. Didn’t he know how important he was to him?
Jungkook sighed and finally looked away, choosing to stare down into his lap as he continued, his voice slightly above a whisper now, “When you fainted on stage, Jiminie you have no idea how scared, fucking terrified I was. One second you were fine and laughing, and the next you were just laying there, not moving or anything. I swear my heart stopped beating… and every time you skip a meal or spend all night in the studio it scares me all over again because all I can see is you, l-lying there.” His breath hitched and he cleared his throat before going on. “Ever since that day all I can think about is… is how lost I’d be without you.”
Jungkook reached for Jimin’s hand and absentmindedly started fiddling with his fingers. Jimin felt blood whooshing in his ears but he was completely focused on Jungkook’s words.
“You’re like sunshine Jiminie. No matter how shitty things are, one smile, one pat on the back, one laugh from you and it’s like everything is perfect. That’s why I always come to you when things get too hard and I feel like I’m drowning. Because even though everyone else says it, when you tell me how proud you are of me, I feel like I’m... invincible. Like there’s nothing I can’t do, as long as you’re there with me. If I lost you…” a quick grin passed across Jungkook’s face, “Just thinking about it makes my heart beat so fast it’s like it’s gonna pop right out of my chest and my throat feels so tight I can’t breath and it’s like I’m gonna pass the fuck out.”
Jimin held his breath, his heart beating faster with every word.
Jungkook laced their fingers together, wrapping his bigger hands around Jimin’s. “I realized that without you, there is no me and that scared me even more because… because I knew that meant that I loved you. Like… that I’d fallen in love with you… and it scared me to think you might not feel the same way. Scared me to even think about telling you. But today, seeing everyone face their fears, seeing you jump even though you were so out of your mind afraid, I knew I had to man the fuck up and just do it. That I had to tell you that, I love you Jiminie” Jungkook swallowed hard and looked back up into Jimin’s eyes, which were now filled with unshed tears, and smiled. “I had to be brave, like you, and just… jump.”
“Jungkook…” Jimin tried his best to keep the tears from falling while Jungkook talked but now he couldn’t stop them. Jeon Jungkook had just said he loved him and Jimin thought this time his heart just might actually beat out of his chest. Mixed with his happiness was relief and he giggled. He loves me too! He pulled his hand away and then sprung onto Jungkook, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. He pressed his face into Jungkook’s neck, and Jungkook pulled Jimin into his lap so that he was practically straddling him. Jimin’s giggles turned into laughter and he knew he was getting Jungkook’s shirt wet but he didn’t care. He just squeezed tighter and he didn’t think he’d ever let go because Jungkook loved him too!
“Uh J-Jiminie…I c-can’t b-breathe!” Jungkook choked out and Jimin stopped laughing and immediately let go and leaned back, face apologetic and concerned.
“Oh my god Kookie I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Jimin chewed on his bottom lip and checked to make sure he hadn't hurt Jungkook, looking carefully at his face to make sure he was okay. Jungkook had a grin on his face watching Jimin fuss but it faded as his eyes focused on Jimin’s plump lips between his teeth and he groaned.
“Shit, I hurt your neck didn’t I? I’m so sorry Kookie, I was just so excited because you have no idea how long I’ve been dying to hear you say those words and I couldn’t help it!” He started to shuffle off Jungkook’s lap but was held down by the strong arms wrapped around him. Jungkook kept one arm wrapped around Jimin as he wiped the tears gently off his cheeks and then cupped his face. Jimin noticed that Jungkook was looking anxiously at his lips and he smiled huge, his eyes practically closed and he barely saw Jungkook’s surprised expression as he leaned in.
He completely closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against Jungkook’s slightly open mouth. His bottom lip slipped between Jungkook’s soft lips and he let out a little whine because it felt so fucking perfect. Jungkook stayed still for a fraction of a second before drawing in Jimin’s lip with a groan of his own. Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck again, teasing the hair at the nape of his neck, as Jungkook leaned back against the arm of the couch so that Jimin lay slightly on top of him. Jimin pulled away, his eye smile in place, and he chuckled at what he saw. Jungkook’s eyes were still closed, lips slightly puckered, and he was blushing. This brat is way too damn cute. Jungkook opened his eyes and smiled back at him before a thought seemed to cross his mind, because his smile suddenly turned mischievous and he started to push Jimin off.
“Wha-what are you doing? Wait a second! Let me…hold on…damn it Jungkook!” Jimin found himself on his ass on the floor as Jungkook stood up, arms crossed. “What the fuck was that for you asshole?!”
Jungkook was unfazed by his angry words and was clearly trying to hold in a laugh. “Pfft I’m the asshole? Here I am, spilling my guts out to you, and instead of saying anything back, you decide to just use my vulnerability to kiss me. Wow hyung didn’t think you were like that, taking advantage of a minor.” He then promptly turned around and started walking to his room, leaving a very annoyed Jimin sprawled on the floor glaring at his retreating back.
“Seriously?!” Jimin shouted. “Get back here!”
Not so fast. Jimin stood up and ran towards Jungkook, jumping up on to his back. Jungkook stumbled, almost hitting the wall, before regaining his balance and he grabbed under Jimin’s legs and pulled him up to keep him from falling off. “That’s not very nice hyung, especially when I’m in such a delicate place right now”
“Delicate my fucking ass!”
“Don’t try to distract me by talking about your ass, as fantastic as it is. It won’t work.” Jungkook chuckled as he continued to his room.
Jimin lost all of his steam at the unexpected compliment. He grinned, his head on Jungkook’s shoulder, and felt the blush come back. “Aishhh seriously, you’re too much.”
“And you still haven’t told me how you felt.”
Jimin smirked as a sudden idea hit him. Let’s try something out here. I wonder what would happen if I… He began to press soft kisses against the side of Jungkook’s neck and felt him shudder. Interesting. He kissed his way up to his ear, nibbling on the lobe and then tightened his arms around Jungkook’s neck to keep from falling when the boy’s knees gave out for a second.
“Fuck Jimin! Stop! I’m walking and carrying you! You can’t just do that!” Jungkook walked faster. He opened the door to his room, quickly rushed in, and locked the door before heading towards his bed.
Jimin blew onto Jungkook’s ear, causing another shudder, before leaning in to whisper, “Do you want to know how I feel about you Jungkookie?”
Jungkook unceremoniously dumped Jimin onto his bed. Well, technically it was Rapmon’s bunk but Jimin didn’t care. He looked up at Jungkook with the most innocent expression he could muster, who in turn was glaring down at him with his arms crossed and breathing a little hard. “Don’t try that innocent bullshit. I almost fucking fell. I could have dropped you.”
Jimin peered up at Jungkook with big eyes, nibbling on his lip, trying to act coy. “Oh I didn’t mean to make you fall. I just wanted to tell you how I felt, like you wanted me to.”
Jungkook’s glare softened slightly, but before Jimin could reach for him again, he took two giant steps back. “Nu uh. None of that cutesy crap is gonna work. Nothing happens until I hear what I want to hear.”
Jimin crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow. “Oh so I have to say what you want to hear.”
Jungkook was reaching the limit of his patience. “Jiminie…”
“Jungkookie…”
“Ok fine forget it.” Jungkook uncrossed his arms and turned away, meaning to walk out.
“I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” Jungkook stopped and Jimin took it as a cue to keep going. “First it was because you were my cute little dongsaeng, so shy and quiet but you were so freakin’ adorable and all I wanted to do was take care of you and love you. And then as time passed and you were…less shy, you became such a goddamn brat, but I still loved you because you were my brat.” Jimin got a faraway look in his eye and his smile softened. “I knew it was just hard for you to express yourself. You were only 15 years old, and away from your family. You had so much going on, so much pressure was on you, you were so young, and it made me so proud. So, so proud of my little Jungkookie because no matter what was asked of you, you always came through. Always blew everyone’s expectation out of the water.”
He let out an exasperated sigh and looked down, “And then you grew up and I knew I was fucked. You weren’t my little dongsaeng anymore and I couldn’t stop looking at you in a way I knew I shouldn’t be. It scared the shit out of me and I tried telling myself that it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I knew the way I loved you had changed.”
Jimin stood up but didn’t step forward. He wanted to finish what he had to say now that the floodgates had been opened. He wanted to let out everything he’d locked up in his heart. “The way you opened up to me, putting your complete trust and faith in me, was so important to me and made me feel so special. And when I’m feeling down you let me know you’re there by just staying close by and it makes me feel cared for, like you’re always there if I need you. And when I need to talk, you listen. No nagging, no bitching, you just listen to what I have to say.”
Jimin felt his eyes start to prickle and he knew he was tearing up but what the fuck, right? He was laying it all out there. He looked up at Jungkook who still hadn’t moved a muscle, still facing the other way. “When I’m feeling homesick, you talk to me in Satoori. We talk about Busan, about home, about our families, and I feel like I am home. You act like a complete idiot just to get me to smile, especially when I feel like shit. Even when I was standing on the ledge today, scared out of my fucking mind, you were able to make me smile. I was brave today because of you, because I knew you believed in me. And I know I told everyone that before I jumped, an image of each member flashed before my eyes but the absolute last image I saw was you and the absolute last thought I had before I jumped was that I love you.”
Jimin waited. Waited for Jungkook to move or say something and was about to walk to him himself when Jungkook slowly turned around. Jungkook was crying, a few stray tears falling down his cheek and he was obviously trying to hold back with the way he was gnawing on his lip. He quickly swiped at his face before walking back towards Jimin and cupping both of his cheeks. His thumbs wiped the tears that had managed to fall from Jimin’s eyes. He leaned forward to press both of their foreheads together. Jimin was smiling from all the affection he was receiving from this soft side of Jungkook that was so rarely seen, and he wrapped his hands around Jungkook’s wrists. “Jeez Kookie, I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“God you just don’t know when to shut up, do you? Had to ruin the moment.”
“Hey! I’m still your hyung and you have to respect m-”
Jungkook kissed him. Well that’s one way to shut me up. But this kiss was nothing like the one before. Where that one had been soft and gentle, this was hard and rough. It started off a little sloppy but Jimin tilted his head with a groan and wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck to deepen it and Jungkook’s hands fell to his waist, pulling him in closer. He felt Jungkook’s tongue against his lips and welcomed him in, letting him take whatever he wanted because this was Kookie and Jimin could never deny him anything. Not that he wanted to. Jimin was hoping he would never stop.
Jungkook pushed him back onto the bed and Jimin pulled him down along with him. He wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s waist to make room for him on the bed and Jungkook planted his hands on either side of his head on the pillow. He felt the tongue in his mouth move against his own and pleasure hummed throughout his body. Neither of them had a lot of experience, Jimin with only a couple of minor relationships in middle and high school, and Jungkook with his one brief relationship in middle school, having joined the company so young. But neither of them cared because the fact that they were with each other made it perfect. They found their rhythm and Jimin let out a whine because he felt so right. He let his instincts take over, wrapping his lips around Jungkook’s tongue and sucking on it. Jungkook groaned and pulled back. Jimin gave him a self-satisfied smirk and Jungkook smiled right back. Jimin let out a small whine and moved up to kiss Jungkook’s front teeth.
Jungkook looked confused. “Um…”
Jimin just shrugged. “I love your cute little bunny smile.”
A blush spread across Jungkook’s face, “Okay then…” He leaned back down to plant another kiss on Jimin’s swollen red lips. Jimin began moving against him again, rubbing their chests together. Jungkook moved from his lips down to his neck, planting wet kisses as he worked his way down to his shoulder. Jimin tilted his head to encourage him as pleasure shot down his spine and he let out a moan. “Jungkookah…”
Jungkook stopped. “Shhh Jiminie we have to stay quiet. Hobie hyung is still here remember.”
“Okay okay, just don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” And then Jungkook was back, his lips moving against the column of Jimin’s neck, nibbling at the soft skin there, sucking on it. Jimin grabbed him by his hair and pressed him against his neck, wanting more. He bit his lip to keep himself from making too much noise, letting out only small whimpers because it was impossible to stay completely quiet while Jungkook was making him feel so good. Jungkook made his way back to his lips and moved his left hand down to the hem of Jimin’s sweater, slowly sliding it up. He rubbed gentle circles against Jimin’s warm skin and Jimin gasped into his mouth. Jungkook moved back and started to pull Jimin’s shirt over his head when they heard the front door slam open.
“I’m sorry hyung! How many more times do I have to say it? It was an accident!” Taehyung whined loudly as he entered the house.
Jungkook and Jimin froze, holding their breaths.
“And how many times do I have to say I saw you shake the can Taehyung! Stop giving me that bullshit.” Jin sounded extremely unhappy as a result of a classic Taehyung prank.
“And how many times do I have to say that you were mistaken hyung! I did no such thing! I was just handing you the can like the good dongsaeng that I am.”
“Yeah and were you being a good little dongsaeng when it exploded all over my fucking face and you just stood their laughing your ass off?”
They heard Taehyung’s laughter, “Well you looked SO funny! It was dripping off your nose and you turned redder than the can! Come on! You can’t blame a guy for laughing at something that’s funny!”
"Jesus Tae, why did you even follow me back here? I thought you were working on your song with Yoongi?"
"I had to make sure you were okay! I couldn't just leave my favourite hyung high and dry-errr- wet could I?" Taehyung started laughing all over again.
“I’m going to kill you as soon as I get cleaned up.” They heard footsteps as Jin walked to the bathroom to get the soda off.
They still hadn’t moved an inch and waited quietly. Taehyung’s footsteps passed by as he went to his own room and opened the door.
“Oh uhhh Hobie hyung, where are Jimin and Jungkook? I uhh still owe Jimin an ass kicking and I might as well do it now since I’m about to die soon.”
“I-I don’t know. They didn’t come in here. Probably in Jungkook’s room.”
They both scrambled out of bed, Jimin pushing Jungkook off of him onto the floor so he could straighten up his shirt.
Jungkook stood up and rubbed his butt. He frowned at Jimin. “Hey! That hurt!”
Jimin grinned, “Payback’s a bitch. Now your ass is sore too.” He planted a quick kiss on Jungkook’s lips before running to unlock the door.
“I’ll show you a sore ass...” Jungkook brushed himself off and smirked at Jimin, giving him an appreciative up and down.
Jimin waggled his eyebrows and replied, “Looking forward to it,” just as Taehyung barged in and dove for Jimin, pushing him to the ground.
“Park Jimin! Prepare to have your ass kicked! You shall be punished for your crimes!” The two boys started to wrestle around on the ground.
“Taehyung get your fat ass off of me!” Jimin was much stronger than Taehyung, but was scared to hurt him, which Taehyung used to his advantage, shouting “Ow!” every now and then, knowing that Jimin would immediately stop whatever he was doing in case he hurt him. He’d quickly recover though and continued to try to pin Taehyung down.
“Ha never! You think you can call me a pussy and get away with it?”
“I didn’t call you a pussy! I called you a crybaby and a bitch! Though come to think of it, those are pussy-like qualities!”
“FUCK YOU PARK JIMIN! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
Jungkook calmly walked over to the two boys on the ground, grabbed Taehyung by the hood, and yanked him up.
“I told you before Taehyungie hyung, I can’t let you do that.”
Taehyung began to whine. “Kookie you stay out of this! Think of it as the wish of a dying man! His ass is mine!”
Jungkook grinned. “Actually his ass is-”
“Taehyung!” Jin surged in. He was shirtless and his hair was wet, most likely from an impromptu shower to clean off the sticky soda. He took Taehyung’s hood from Jungkook and started dragging him along. “I’ll take that Kookie.”
“Jin hyung please no! I’m sorry!” Taehyung said, openly begging for his life to be spared.
“Relax I’m not going to hurt you…much. Just going to wash the dishes, okay? That should be sufficient punishment.”
“Aww hyuuuuung, come on!” Taehyung moped as he was forcibly removed and taken to the kitchen to receive his sentence.
Jungkook was laughing while looking at the now empty doorway when two arms wrapped around his waist and a kiss was pressed against his shoulder.
“So what was that you were saying? My ass is…what?” Jimin inquired innocently.
Jungkook’s smile spread wider as he turned around and put his arms around Jimin. “Your ass is mine.” He bent down to press a quick kiss against Jimin’s lips and was rewarded with a soft moan. When they pulled back they were both grinning like sappy idiots in love, which they were. Jungkook let go and started walking out the door. “Come on hyung, before they get suspicious.”
“You go ahead, I’m right behind you.”
Jungkook nodded and left with a wink. Jimin felt his face get hot again and his cheeks were really starting to cramp from smiling so hard. His body was practically vibrating with happiness and he felt almost drunk. As he walked out of the room, he thought back to when they had first drove in at the bungee jumping place, when he had first started to panic at the thought of what they were about to do. And to think I thought that was the scariest thing I was going to do today. I actually told Jeon Jungkook that I love him! And he loves me too!
He'd overcome the two biggest fears of his life, and at this point, he couldn't help but think there wasn't much that could scar-
"BOO!"
"KIM FUCKING TAEHYUNG!"