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Small fingers drawing patterns on his chest woke Jungkook up, dancing over his naked body softly, so that he just barely felt it. Smiling into Jimin’s hair, he didn’t open his eyes yet, simply enjoying the gentle touch. His arm was trapped under the elder’s body, looped around his small waist, feeling a bit numb but the younger didn’t mind. The dancer’s hand moved up to his collarbones, then to his neck, creating goose bumps along the way, until he was cupping the younger’s face, letting his thumb ghost over Jungkook’s bottom lip.
“Why are you so handsome?” the smaller sighed, still sounding a little dazed, his voice hoarse from last night, “why do you make my heart flutter so much?”
Immediately, Jungkook’s heart started beating faster at that and he couldn’t help but chuckle inaudibly. Jerking, Jimin pulled his hand away. Yawning, Jungkook opened his eyes, smiling at the smaller, who was blushing, which was much more evident with his blonde hair now. Lifting his free hand, the maknae threaded his fingers through Jimin’s hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
“G’morning, hyung” he slurred, gently pulling him up to place a kiss on his forehead, “how long have you been awake?”
“Not long” he mumbled, resting his chin on the younger’s chest, glancing up to the other.
Tilting his head, Jungkook stretched a little, before he shifted, pulling the dancer on top of him completely, letting his hands run down the other’s back, before he cupped his butt gently.
“How are you?” Jungkook asked, ignoring the delicious friction that was created between their naked bodies.
“My butt stings a bit” he giggled, “and in general, I’m just really, really sore. In the best way possible, though.”
Laughing, Jungkook rolled them over, softly laying the elder into the sheets, sitting back up to look at him properly. Jimin was littered with hickeys, bitemarks and even some scratches. They were all very faint but definitely visible. Satisfied with his work, Jungkook smiled, nodding to himself, before he leaned down, kissing his abdominal muscles, not caring if he was sticky from last night, moving up, until he reached his lips, biting them playfully.
“I already have a morning wood. If you continue, you have to take responsibility” Jimin pouted, grinding upwards to strengthen his words.
Smirking, Jungkook pulled back, hooking his hands under the dancer’s knees, pulling him a little closer. Sighing, he started kissing them, going lower, nibbling on the elder’s inner thighs, making sure to keep eye contact.
“Then I should take responsibility, shouldn’t I?” he chuckled seductively, loving the little whine that left Jimin’s lips, “you did so well last night, let me treat you a little.”
The dancer keened, licking his lips, letting his hands run down his chest, grabbing his hard on to stroke it leisurely.
“Really?” he asked tentatively.
“Your body is sore, no? I should help you relax. You’re not the only one, who likes to make the other feel good, you know” Jungkook reassured him, his kisses travelling closer to his crotch.
“Whatever you want, Jungkookie” Jimin sighed, jerking, when the younger pushed his hand away, licking his cock teasingly.
But at that moment, there was a loud knock on their door, making Jungkook jump back, pulling the blanket over himself, just in time, when Hoseok opened the door. Jimin let out a breath of disappointment, glaring at the older dancer, who averted his eyes immediately.
“Seriously, you’re already at it again? What are you, rabbits?” Hoseok rolled his eyes, “you haven’t even showered yet, have you?”
“Hyung, seriously, can’t you just come back in like half an hour? He was about to give me a treat” the blonde whined.
Jungkook was a bit too shocked to say anything, feeling the blush on his face but it bothered him that Jimin didn’t find it important to cover himself. He was still lying there with his hard cock exposed.
“Too bad for you, Jiminnie” Hoseok shrugged, sitting down at their desk, looking at the blonde again, cocking an eyebrow, “and care to cover yourself, yeah? Look at Jungkookie glaring at me, like he’s about to kill me.”
Only then, Jimin pulled some of the blanket over his crotch, meeting Jungkook’s eyes apologetically, pouting a little.
“But holy fuck, Jungkookie, did you try to eat him?” Hoseok continued, laughing now.
“Maybe he did” Jimin grinned, before the maknae could say anything.
“Okay, too much information, seriously. I’ll go and have lunch now. You two be presentable, when I come back” the older dancer shook his head, leaving the room again.
Sighing happily, Jimin’s hand sneaked into Jungkook’s wanting to pull him closer again but the younger didn’t want to do anything anymore. The mood had been ruined; at least for him. Jealousy bubbled in his stomach, knowing that Hoseok had had sex with Jimin before, so he knew exactly, what Jimin looked like and had probably touched him everywhere. Getting up, Jungkook evaded the dancer’s touch, looking for his clothes. He wanted to have a shower but he didn’t really like open showers like Jimin had at his dorms, so he had to wait, until he was home.
“Jungkookie?” Jimin asked a little confused, not yet understanding the situation, though he had noticed that the mood had changed.
It was a little silly to be this jealous over something that was in the past but Jungkook couldn’t help it. He finished dressing, before he looked back at the dancer, who was still sitting on the bed, a little frown on his face.
“Don’t just show yourself naked in front of Hoseok-hyung anymore” the younger ground his teeth.
“But he knows what I look like anyways, so–––“
“That’s exactly why, I don’t want you to––––“ Jungkook stopped himself from saying anything more because he knew where his sentence was leading.
He was going to say that Jimin was his and only his but he wasn’t and that pained him so much, he needed to get out of there. Sure, they had made up after whatever weird fight they had over the holidays but the sad reality was that nothing had changed. Sure, Jimin had told him he hadn’t been with anyone else but that never meant that he wouldn’t be with someone else in the future. It wasn’t Jungkook’s right to tell him not to be either. He had claimed him last night but they had both been drunk and he wasn’t so sure, if Jimin even remembered that.
“I’m–––“ Jimin got up, groaning at the movement, taking his time, before he limped towards the younger, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that would upset you so much.”
A little taken aback by the dancer’s sudden apology, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect him to get it. But here he was, standing in front of him, still naked, looking genuinely sorry.
“I––– it’s just me being stupid” Jungkook concluded, “I–––I should go.”
“Jungkookie” Jimin grabbed his arm, “I don’t want you to go with such a weird atmosphere going on. What’s wrong?”
Gulping, Jungkook took the dancer’s hand, entwining their fingers, looking at them for a moment. Taking a deep breath, Jungkook braced himself for what he was about to say. Without alcohol in his system, it was much harder to bring those words over his lips.
“I’m an incredibly jealous man, hyung” he explained, squeezing the smaller’s hand, “I–––––I meant what I said last night. I don’t want just your body. I want all of you. Exclusively. But you made it very clear in the beginning that this was with no strings attached, so I shouldn’t–––“
“I thought, you didn’t mean it” Jimin confessed, his cheeks heating up, “I thought you just––said that in the moment because we were so into it last night and––“
This time, it was Jungkook turn to move. Determined, he cupped the smaller’s face, staring into his dark eyes, his breath uneven and he was shaking a bit.
“I meant it. God, hyung, I––––I just want you. I want to see you smile all the time. I want to go see movies with you, make you laugh, go out with you. I want you all to myself.”
“Have me” Jimin breathed, his lips curling into a sheepish smile, “I want you to have me. I changed my mind about the no strings thing. I want the strings now. Catch me in them, fetter me, I don’t care, I just need to be with you.”
With a racing heart, Jungkook leaned down, placing an urgent but sweet kiss on Jimin’s lips, smiling against them, not quite believing what he just heard. Three words were at the tip of his tongue but he knew it was too early. Jimin had never even talked about an ex-boyfriend, so he wasn’t sure, if he had a bad breakup or if he still missed that person. Confessing his feelings now would surely overwhelm the smaller, so Jungkook sealed those three words between their lips.
“We should shower. I bet we smell” Jungkook laughed against his lips, yet, not letting go.
“Then let’s shower, Jungkookie” Jimin nipped at the elder’s lips.
“You know I don’t like open showers” Jungkook sighed, slowly pulling away, smiling endearingly at the pout on the smaller’s face.
“But you know, others might stare at me. They actually always do” Jimin grinned, “even with all the marks you left on me, they won’t think of it much, since they know that I sleep around a lot and–––“
“Fine” Jungkook grumbled, knowing that Jimin worded it like this on purpose, just to get him to shower with him.
It was almost a little scary how easily the dancer picked up on things, while sometimes, he was just dense. Jungkook wondered, if Jimin already knew he was in love with him. It was obvious the way Jungkook was behaving but then again, the dancer thought he didn’t want him anymore because they just cuddled that night. It was ridiculous but somehow, Jimin’s mind worked like that and the maknae was determined to make him see that sex and his body weren’t the only things that were wonderful about him.
They ended up showering together and Jungkook glared at everyone, who dared to snort or laugh because of all the marks he had left on Jimin’s body. The dancer blushed, giggled at Jungkook’s protective behaviour and took longer to shower than usual. Eventually, they went back to Jimin’s room and got dressed, going down to have lunch as well. They sat to Hoseok, chatting with him and Jungkook finally met his still-not-yet-boyfriend, although they were in a similar situation he and Jimin were in. They looked extremely comfortable with each other, touching each other without even thinking about it. Just to make a difference, to show that Jimin was more to him now, Jungkook slipped his hand into the dancer’s, putting them on the table for everyone to see. The dancer blushed but didn’t pull back; instead, he even started drawing circles on the back of Jungkook’s hand. Neither Hoseok nor his kind-of boyfriend called Yoongi questioned them but once, Hoseok just smiled at Jungkook, winking at him, mouthing a good job to him.
Somehow, Jungkook had spent his entire day with Jimin, only returning home after dinner time. When he opened the door to his apartment, he was instantly pulled inside by Taehyung. He barely managed to take off his shoes, before he was forced onto the sofa with tea in his hand and an curious Taehyung staring at him.
“So you’ve been gone for almost 24 hours now. What the hell happened?”
“A lot” Jungkook smiled giddily, “the party was nice and Jinyoung-hyung was really helpful. He knew about my crush on Jimin-hyung, so it wasn’t awkward or anything. He even helped me out, making him jealous. He was dancing with that guy he had kissed before the holidays and I just lost it and pulled him into a corridor and kind of expressed that I wanted him to be my boyfriend. Somehow, we ended up having sensational sex and this morning, we agreed that we’re a couple now. I’m still kind of in shock, to be honest.”
“Wow” Taehyung gasped, clapping proudly, “that is one amazing New Year’s for you. So you both confessed, or?”
“No. He–––– I think he would have been overwhelmed, if I had told him right now. I don’t know–––I think, he believes that he’s only worth as much as his body can give. I first have to really show him that I love him as a person too, before I can actually tell him those three words.”
“Holy shit, since when are you so––– mature?” Taehyung cackled.
“Fuck off” Jungkook huffed, sitting back into the sofa.
“Jokes aside, I’m happy for you.”
After that day, a few things changed. Jungkook always made sure to text Jimin a good morning message, whether they were going to see each other or not. Jimin was still flirty with him but after three weeks, the dancer started being more pouty and more clingy than before. He sometimes even texted first or insisted on calling each other, even though they had seen each other that day. He didn’t make up excuses anymore to stay at Jungkook’s place but he just voiced a simple can I stay the night? and of course, the younger always agreed. If he could decide, he would have made Jimin move in with him because he could never get enough of him. His favourite thing was waking up next to the dancer. Sleeping Jimin was so pretty and pure, Jungkook couldn’t help but always stare at him.
Jungkook was starting to get a grasp of the choreography too. Jimin was still a good teacher and even though there were a lot of kisses during the breaks they took, while practicing, the dancer was nice but strict at the same time. Jungkook’s film was going well too. He had finalised his concept and even though the final stage wouldn’t be in the film, since the stage would take place at the end of Jimin’s semester, Jungkook’s teacher still loved his idea.
It was a Friday afternoon in March, when one of Jungkook’s classes got cancelled. Taehyung and him exited the classroom, sighing at the hour more of their weekend. While walking out of the building, Jungkook made sure to check his phone and smiled immediately, when he saw the notification that Jimin had texted him.
How about I make you dinner tonight and I’ll get a reward for that later? ;)
That sounded like a plan. Grinning, Jungkook looked at the time. He would make it in time for Jimin’s classes to end.
“I’d ask you, if you want to go for coffee but you have that I’m gonna see Jimin-hyung grin on your face, so have fun” Taehyung rolled his eyes in amusement.
“That obvious?” Jungkook blushed.
“You’ve always been obvious. The only one that doesn’t seem to get that is Jiminnie” Taehyung laughed, “now go. You want to be there, when he gets out of class.”
Nodding, Jungkook made his way to the subway station, typing a reply for the dancer.
Sounds good. What kind of reward do you want, hyung?
He was aware that the elder was currently in a dance class, so obviously, he couldn’t write back but that didn’t matter. Sighing, he allowed himself to close this eyes for a moment, dozing off on the subway. He had worked on his documentary last night and that was also why he hadn’t been able to see Jimin, even though they usually slept at either of their places, since Thursday was one of Jimin’s sex days, as he called it. Almost missing the station he had to get off because he had fallen asleep, he stumbled out, just barely getting to the bus. By now, he knew the way by heart, always going there on Thursdays for almost half a year now. It was slowly getting warmer, so Jungkook was able to walk around with his coat opened. Right on time, Jungkook arrived in front of the building Jimin had class in, watching the first students come out. But when he looked at that tree, where he had spotted Jimin so many times, there was that guy again. Tapping with his foot nervously, he stared at the door, biting his lip. Anger rushed through Jungkook’s body, still not over what happened last time he had seen him. But he had no time to calm down because Jimin exited the building, chatting to Jinyoung and Taemin, as they walked down the steps. He was still sweaty, probably wanting to shower at Jungkook’s place, since it was his plan to go there. Jungkook was about to walk over to him, when that guy moved, stepping into Jimin’s way.
“Hey, Chim-Babe” he cooed, wanting to wrap his arm around the smaller but Jimin slapped his hand away, frowning.
“Leave me alone” the blonde hissed, wanting to step around him but the guy was insistent, “seriously, I told you, I don’t even know how many times now. I want you to leave me alone!”
“Since when do you reject people, mhh?” the guy snorted, “we all know you like the attention.”
That was enough. That empty, hurt expression on Jimin’s face was enough. But what was even worse was the hand that sneaked around him, ready to cup his butt. Charging at the guy, Jungkook saw red, shoving him out of the dancer’s way.
“He said to leave him alone!” Jungkook shouted into his face, his hands balling to fists, “I told you the first time, didn’t’ I!?”
“Jungkookie?” Jimin asked confused but Jungkook was too focused on the arrogant bastard in front of him.
“You are really starting to get on my nerves” the other hissed, closing up on Jungkook, “who are you to care, huh!?”
“My boyfriend!” the blonde clarified, grabbing Jungkook’s arm, “let’s just go, Jungkookie.”
That was the first time Jimin had actually called him his boyfriend. He would have looked at him, kissed him, put all of his attention on him but that guy was still standing in front of him, looking like he was about to throw a fit.
“Come on, you don’t do relationships” the guy approached Jimin directly, as if Jungkook wasn’t there, “everyone knows that. You fucked half the dance majors, we all know how you–––“
Jungkook’s fist had met the guy’s cheek faster than anyone would have predicted. Shaking his hand because it hurt from the impact, the younger glared that other guy, who looked a little perplexed.
“You dare say another word!” Jungkook spat, ready to punch him again.
He felt Jimin’s hand on his back but that didn’t calm him down. The guy tilted his head a little, rolling his shoulders, fixing his eyes on Jungkook, snorting.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
That was when he moved, punching Jungkook, almost making him fall over. His ears started ringing and he tasted blood in his mouth but that just fuelled his fury even more. The guy was about to punch him again but Jungkook ducked away, hitting the other again, this time in his stomach.
“Don’t you dare touch him again, or I swear, I’ll––“
“Jungkookie” Jimin invaded his consciousness, his hand placed on his shoulder, holding him back, “please, let’s just go. He’s not worth it.”
Huffing, the maknae glared at the guy but he let himself be pulled away, still frowning, even when they were already sitting on the bus on the way to Jungkook’s apartment. Jimin sighed, looking at him with a soft expression, taking his hand. He wanted to say something but hesitated, deciding to just keep quiet. They stayed rather quiet during the entire way to Jungkook’s apartment, just enjoying each other’s presence. Only when they entered the apartment and Jungkook groaned at the sudden temperature change on his cheek, Jimin frowned, pulling him towards the sofa.
“Sit” he ordered, suddenly sounding stricter than usual, “where’s your first aid kid?”
“Hyung, it’s fine, it was just—“
“You don’t even know what you look like right now. Plus, you don’t get to decide this. I’ll treat your lip, no discussion here.”
“Fine” Jungkook chuckled, “it’s in the mirror cupboard in the bathroom.”
Nodding, the dancer disappeared for a moment, shuffling back, placing himself in Jungkook’s lap, smiling satisfied. They had been in this position way too often and Taehyung probably didn’t want to know how many times they had sex on this couch but he also never had to know. However, this time, it was a completely different situation. Carefully, Jimin patted Jungkook’s lip with a damp cotton pad, which was soaked up with sanitiser. Flinching a little, the younger looked into the dancer’s dark orbs, being a little speechless every time he was so close to him.
“You’re an idiot” Jimin mumbled, concentrated on his task.
“What? Why? I defended you!” Jungkook huffed, taken aback.
“My idiot” the blonde giggled, his eyes disappearing into crescents, “why did you punch him? Now your lip is cut and your cheek is swollen.”
Pretending to pout, Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hands, taking the cotton pad, throwing it on the coffee table, pulling the smaller closer.
“I had to. He was so rude to you and—“
“He had a point, though” Jimin sighed, averting his eyes, “everyone knows I—“
He was shut up with a kiss tasting of sanitiser, surprising him. Jungkook’s arms wrapped around the smaller, pulling him so close, their chests were flush against each other. When the maknae pulled back, he placed a small kiss on Jimin’s nose, looking him deep into his eyes.
“You’re wonderful, okay? Everyone who just thinks you’re good for sex don’t know you. I refuse to accept that anyone could think like that, if they really know you. I mean, just when they see you dance, they must realise how warm your heart is.”
Blushing, Jimin smiled shyly, playing with Jungkook’s hair absentmindedly, before he leaned down, resting his head on the other’s shoulder.
“You’re always so—sometimes, I wonder how on earth I deserve you” Jimin’s voice was so small, Jungkook barely caught the words.
Sighing, he started tracing Jimin’s spine with his fingers, making him shudder a little.
“How you deserve me? I wake up every morning still asking myself how I got you to be my boyfriend. I—“ he almost said the words so casually, he had to stop for a moment, “I watched you for so long and—I—I just—“
The words were about to spill out of him, he could feel it. His heart was pounding wildly against Jimin’s chest, overwhelmed by just how much he felt right now. Softly, he pulled Jimin up a little, staring at him, knowing that he could do that as long as he wanted now.
“Hyung–” Jungkook whispered, hesitating but he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“You know” Jimin interrupted him, blushing, “you’re my first boyfriend. I—I always loved dance. It was my first love and I was never interested in having a relationship. No one made me feel at ease but excited at the same time like dancing did. I started sleeping around because I liked being pleasured and giving pleasure, not having any responsibilities towards someone because I hope to dance all over the world” he took a deep breath, “but then, you came along. I noticed you on the streets too, you know. I always hoped you’d approach me. And then, you watched me dance and just—all this started and—your—your stare is just—it’s so thrilling, yet calming, whenever you look at me, touch me, compliment me, smile at me—I never—I never felt like this towards anyone.”
“Hyung—“
“When you didn’t want to have sex that night—I was so scared you got tired of me. I was scared because I was scared that I could lose you. I already felt so attached to you and that never happens to me. I don’t care about the people I fuck with. But you—“ he stopped again, looking into the younger’s eyes, “you just get me. You respect dancing, even though you’re not an expert. You are so nice to me, not matter how bratty I am and—I—I think I’m in love with you.”
He couldn’t quite believe it. Did he really just hear right? Did Jimin really just confess to him? Did he really beat him to it? Perplexed, he stared at the elder, not able to say anything. Instead, he cupped the dancer’s face, feeling how tears welled up in his eyes. He tried his best to suppress them but he felt them running down his cheeks anyways.
“S—say something, please” Jimin mumbled quietly, tears spilling from his eyes as well, “I’m sorry, if I—“
“Stop” Jungkook whispered, not trusting his own voice, “don’t apologise for confessing to me. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this” he sobbed once, “I wanted to tell you for so long. I wanted to say it on New Year’s. I wanted to say it even before then. But I always thought I would creep you out that I felt so strongly for you.”
“Jungkoo—“ Jimin tried but the younger put his finger on his plump lips
“Hyung—“ he smiled through his blurry vision, “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long.”
Instantly, a relieved laugh escaped the blonde’s lips; it was a mixture between a sob and one of those adorable giggles, making Jungkook smile as well. Naturally, they leaned in, pulling each other close, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. Jungkook sighed, feeling like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Needily, he shifted, gently pressing the elder down on the sofa, letting his hands run over his upper body. Kissing hurt a little, since his lip was still cut and his cheek started to sting, whenever he laughed too much, so instead, he decided to just appreciate Jimin for what he was.
“Let’s just cuddle tonight, yeah?” he offered, “I wanted to treat you but my lip is kinda—“
“Cuddling sounds nice” Jimin smiled, making room for Jungkook to lie down next to him.
They spent their night just like that. They fell asleep on the sofa and were woken up by Taehyung, who came home with a girl in his arms. The couple just grinned at him but retired to the maknae’s room.
The next few weeks were extremely busy. Jungkook was done filming, so he didn’t have to go to Jimin’s classes on Thursdays and he also didn’t necessarily have to go to the classes the dancer taught. However, he still tried to go to those, enjoying how sweet the elder was with the kids. Somehow, it was already April and the younger had to hand in his film. He was happy with how it had turned out but he still would have wanted to include a recording of Jimin’s final performance – and his, for that matter. Of course, he would still record it because he didn’t want to lose such an opportunity to film a rehearsed performance of Jimin on stage. That was why he had looked into new equipment that was better for recording fast movement. Thankfully, he found a good deal and he tested it, while they were practicing for Jungkook’s solo dance. While the maknae practically knew all the steps to Jimin’s duet but the dancer didn’t want him to see the solo choreography for his contemporary class yet. It was supposed to be a surprise but Jungkook also knew that Jimin was quite anxious about it. He was the strictest, when it came to contemporary so obviously, he wasn’t going to show just anyone.
Somehow, through all these busy weeks, it had turned June and it was the day of the performance. Jungkook had to go shopping with Hoseok and Jimin, so they could choose the perfect outfit. After that day, Jungkook had decided never to go shopping with them again because they were horribly outgoing and everyone stared at them and that was too much attention for the younger’s liking. That was what Jungkook was most afraid of: that he would just freeze on stage and ruin Jimin’s final assignment. They were backstage, getting Jungkook ready for the performance and he kept tapping his foot nervously, as Jimin did his makeup. The maknae knew the dance in his sleep. He had lost count on how many hours he had practiced with Jimin. He had even asked Hoseok to look at it once without the blonde knowing because Jungkook was so self-conscious. He wanted to do well. His film had been announced one of the best projects out of his year and was playing at their school theatre because Jimin had been so amazing, so he wanted to do well for him too. He was also aware that if he fucked this up, he might ruin Jimin’s chance to go abroad, since a lot of scouts of foreign dance crews were here. So much was at stake; so much was his responsibility all of a sudden. When Jimin was done, he put down the brush, sighing, looking at his work. Gently, he grabbed Jungkook’s hand, drawing small circles on the back of his hand – a habit that he had developed.
“You’ll do just fine, I know it” he spoke, his voice sweet.
“But I’m so scared I’ll mess it up for you” the younger confessed, “you know how I don’t like being the centre of attention.”
“The lights will be too bright to see anyone in the room anyways” Jimin tried but that didn’t calm him down at all.
Pulling the younger up, the blonde put his arms around his neck, connecting their foreheads and Jungkook relaxed a little, too mesmerised by the shape of Jimin’s eyes.
“Just think of me, while you’re dancing. Pretend it’s just us in the room. I know how good you are, so you don’t have to be afraid” he mumbled, breathing against the maknae’s lips.
Naturally, Jungkook was drawn in, his lips finding Jimin’s, always fascinated by how much the dancer could calm him down but in other situations could excite him as well. Hearing Jimin’s name being called out, Jungkook pulled back, knowing that this was the cue for him to go on stage. First, all the non-specialty choreographies of the seniors were being performed and almost all of them chose to perform it themselves. Only one other girl was a non-dancer, looking just as nervous as the maknae. One last peck on Jungkook’s lips, Jimin nodded encouragingly, before he sent him off, standing behind the curtains, watching him from the side. Nervously, he walked into the middle of the stage, blinking into the bright light that was shining down on him. Jimin was right. He really couldn’t see anyone. Only when he turned his head to the side, he spotted Jimin, smiling, anticipating his stage. Taking a deep breath, Jungkook faced the front, closing his eyes, until he heard the music kick in and that was when his mind turned off. He simply listened to the beat, letting his muscles remember the steps for him, feeling the music move his body, like he practiced so many times.
He didn’t know if he did well; it was all over so fast. When the music stopped, he heard the crowd cheer but all he did was turn his head to Jimin again, who was grinning from one ear to the other, clapping just like the crowd did. Still panting, Jungkook bowed to the audience, before he ran back to his boyfriend, catching him in a tight hug, almost running him over. Hiding his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, he sighed, pressing him as close as possible, shuddering at the cute giggle that rippled through the smaller’s body.
“You did so well, Jungkookie, I’m proud of you” he praised, “but please don’t crush me, I still have two performances to go.”
Laughing, Jungkook pulled back, though he leaned right in, kissing him passionately. He was so happy that it was over now, that he didn’t mess up. He would have stayed there for longer but he knew that Jimin had to get ready, when he spotted Hanbin a little further away from them, giving them space. Jungkook was a jealous man but with Hanbin, he didn’t have to worry. As soon as he noticed that they were a couple, he minimised the amount of touches towards the blonde.
“I’ll be in the audience” the maknae mumbled against Jimin’s lips, before he let go and left the backstage area.
He spotted Taehyung right away, when he walked into the audience, holding his camera carefully, having recorded Jungkook’s performance. He grinned and gave him a thumbs up, before he handed it to him, letting him change the settings a little because he knew that Jimin’s stage was going to have different lighting than his. His duet was over faster than expected. They nailed it and Jimin just looked so graceful, Jungkook had goose bumps during his entire performance. The audience went wild and Jimin smiled sheepishly, when they were bowing, before they left the stage. The younger would have loved running up to congratulate him but there was still Jimin’s solo stage, so he had to wait. Anticipating, he watched the other performances, including Hoseok’s and Jinyoung’s. Both of them did really well and Jungkook was fascinated by how good their own choreographies were. This was probably the difference between a freshman and a senior. Finally, they called Jimin’s name again and the blonde stepped onstage, walking into the middle. He was wearing a long sleeved, tight white shirt and some black tights, which hugged his legs as well as they always did. The blonde bowed, before he went back to the side of the stage, taking a deep breath, nodding once. Mesmerised, Jungkook almost forgot to point his camera towards the stage but luckily, he had hit the record button a few seconds before the music started. A voice started singing immediately, calm and charming, while Jimin started moving. A piano was heard in the background and the whole atmosphere was strangely enchanting. The dancer moved so fluently, so easily, stretching his limbs away from him, looking like he didn’t have any bones but a second later, he was doing a handstand, showing off his strength. Only a moment later, he was doing pirouettes and other contemporary dance steps that Jungkook couldn’t name. But then, as the music started getting more lively, he suddenly started doing flips over and over, looking like a gymnast because his movements were that sharp.
Too fast, Jimin was done, breathing heavily in the middle of the stage, as the crowd was cheering wildly. Proudly, Jimin smiled, bowing happily, before he walked off stage. Quickly, Jungkook turned off his camera, squeezing himself out of the row he was sitting in, hurrying towards the backstage door. Right when he pushed through it, he spotted his sweaty boyfriend, who grinned at him, running towards him because Jungkook was holding out his arms for him, welcoming the smaller in his embrace, not caring about him being sweaty. Feeling the elder relax under his touch, Jungkook kissed his hair, before pulling back, smiling at him.
“You did so well, hyung! It was beautiful and so graceful and so powerful and–––“ the younger blurted, trying to express how he felt, “it was perfect. You’re perfect. You did so well, hyung. You’re always so good.”
“Stop it” Jimin hid his face in Jungkook’s chest, his heart still beating strongly against his ribcage, “if you praise me this much in public, I’m––– I’m slightly triggered.”
The last word got lost in a giggle that was muffled by the younger’s lips, which were eagerly pressed on Jimin’s, conveying, what he couldn’t describe. They stayed like that for a while, until they heard the crowd cheer in the other room and that was, when they realised that the show was almost over. After all of the dancers had performed, all of them had to go back on stage to bow once again. When it was finally over, the dancers and Jungkook took a shower, getting ready to leave campus. All of the important dance crews’ representatives had received the dancers’ phone numbers, in case they were interested, so there was no need to go and chat with them after the show.
They all decided to go for dinner together, celebrating how well the final show went for them. Hoseok had brought Yoongi, while Jungkook had finally managed to get a hold of Namjoon, who was accompanied by Jin. Taehyung had called his girlfriend but she was still studying for her last tests tomorrow, so she couldn’t come. However, Taehyung would stay at her apartment that night, giving the couple the space they needed after such a big event. The night was amazing; everyone ate a lot and afterwards, they decided to go for karaoke and everyone screamed, when they heard Jungkook sing. Eventually, they made Jimin and him sing a duet and everyone started laughing halfway through because they were actually good and they didn’t expect that.
At the end of the night, the couple went back to Jungkook’s apartment, tired but still laughing at stupid jokes they were making. While walking back, they had sobered up, so when they took off their shoes, they giggled because they just enjoyed their time together and not because they were still tipsy.
“I can’t believe my time as a student is over now. All I have to do is wait for my results to see how well I did” Jimin sighed, walking into Jungkook’s bedroom.
“I know you did great. You can watch the recording, if you want” the younger encouraged him, sneaking up behind him to wrap his arms around his small waist, kissing his shoulder softly.
Sighing, the dancer leaned into his touch, tilting his head, so Jungkook had more access. Gladly, the maknae travelled up his neck, his kisses getting more open-mouthed, his teeth gracing the blonde’s skin, making him mewl a little.
“You did well too, you know” he mumbled, turning around in Jungkook’s embrace.
Smiling, he leaned up, pecking the younger’s lips once, before he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Jungkook felt the urgency in it, the need that was evident and he felt just the same. They had been so busy the last few weeks because of exams and the performances, there had been no time to be intimate with each other.
“Just because of you, hyung” the younger breathed against his lips, biting them playfully, “you trained me so well.”
“Keep up with the praise” he sighed, pressing himself closer to him, “Jungkookie, I need you. I missed you so much these past few weeks.”
Shivering at that confession, Jungkook groaned, his hands sliding underneath Jimin’s t-shirt, pulling it up slowly. Somehow, the atmosphere was different. Jungkook wanted to treat the dancer. Usually, the blonde always did as he was told, behaving like the good hyung he was but today, the younger wanted him to just feel good without having to hold himself back. He knew he liked that restraint but today, it was all about treating him. After taking Jimin’s t-shirt off, Jungkook pushed him onto the bed, making him lie down. Like always, the dancer put his hands over his head, like the good hyung he was, looking at the younger in anticipation. But Jungkook grabbed them gently, putting them around his neck, smiling softly.
“Today, you can touch me as much as you like. I never got to treat you and today is about you. All I ask is that you don’t touch yourself. I love making you cum by my touch only” the younger cooed, licking down Jimin’s throat, travelling over his collarbone to start nibbling on one of his nibbles, while fondling with the other.
Keening, the dancer buried his hands in Jungkook’s hair, squirming a little. The younger knew how needy Jimin was. Him squirming already meant that he wanted him to fuck him but Jungkook had other plans. Placing open-mouthed kisses on his abdomen, he travelled down, palming Jimin’s bulge, drawing a soft moan from him.
“Your voice is really beautiful, hyung” the younger mumbled, opening Jimin’s pants, pulling them down teasingly slowly, “I like it that you’re so vocal.”
Gasping, Jimin nodded, smiling sheepishly, when Jungkook placed a kiss on his crotch, feeling Jimin’s cock twitch at the contact, even though there was still fabric between it and Jungkook’s lips.
“So sensitive” Jungkook marvelled, kissing the dancer’s inner thighs, sucking on them, leaving marks.
“Just for you” Jimin chuckled lovingly, holding out his arms and the younger shifted, crawling on top of him, looking into his eyes, “from the very beginning, you’ve made me feel better than anyone I’ve been with.”
Jungkook’s lips curled into a proud smile and he couldn’t help but lean in, connecting their lips again, exploring Jimin’s mouth, wanting to make him feel good. Slipping his knee between the dancer’s legs, he created friction for him, letting him hump against it. Once again, he moved lower, leaving a trail of bite marks and hickeys along the way, shuddering at how needy Jimin’s touch was, how he kept urging him to go lower. It was endearing, how much the dancer wanted him. It was a mixture between lust and love. The latter was mostly seen in his eyes. They were glowing, trained on the younger, following his every move, conveying what Jimin sometimes struggled to find words for. Kissing his knees, Jungkook stared back, smiling at him.
“I love you” he mumbled against the dancer’s incredibly soft skin, “I love you so much, hyung.”
The elder blushed, grabbing one of Jungkook’s hands, putting it on his chest, letting him feel how fast his heart was beating.
“I love you too” he whispered, grinding into Jungkook’s knee again, trying to make a point, making him chuckle.
“I get it, you want me to go on with it” Jungkook shook his head a little, taking the waistband of Jimin’s briefs between his teeth, pulling them down, revealing his hard cock.
Relaxed, the blonde spread his legs, biting his lips in anticipation. However, he looked a little pouty, staring at Jungkook.
“You’re still completely dressed” he noted, nodding towards his t-shirt and jeans.
Chuckling, the younger pulled back, taking off his t-shirt quickly, wiggling out of his jeans and boxers, blushing at the dancer’s intense stare. Shuffling back to him, Jungkook left teasing kisses on Jimin’s legs, until he got close to his crotch, giving his cock a kitten lick, before looking up at him, smirking. Jerking at that, Jimin stared at him, realising what the younger was about to do, blinking in disbelief.
“You––“
“Told you, today, I’ll treat you. You’re always so good for me, so I should treat you once in a while, no?” he breathed against Jimin’s member, before licking his tip, teasing his slit, making him squirm, feeling his nails grace his scalp.
“Kookie––“ he breathed but didn’t say anything more, just closing his eyes, playing with Jungkook’s hair.
Stopping the teasing, Jungkook lowered his head, bobbing it slowly, dragging his tongue over his vein, making him mewl. The elder squirmed, having trouble with keeping his legs open but just as promised, Jungkook didn’t stop him, letting him grope his hair as much as he wanted. When his squirming got worse, Jungkook bobbed his head faster, going lower each time. The blonde’s fingers curled around his hair and his body tensed up.
“Kookie–––Kookie, stop, I––I can’t hold it, I––I’m gonna cum, get off me––“ he stuttered but he couldn’t stop himself, exploding into Jungkook’s mouth, moaning his name, unconsciously pressing the younger down a little more.
Taking it all, Jungkook swallowed, letting Jimin come down from his high. When he pulled back, he licked his lips, leaning up to place a soft kiss on the smaller ones, smiling at his cute post orgasm expression. Caressing his cheek, he kept kissing him, not getting enough of him.
“You’re kind of obsessed with me” Jimin giggled, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks to pull him in for a real kiss, “I love it.”
Smirking, Jungkook pulled back, gently turning the dancer around, letting his hands run over his curved ass, spreading his cheeks a little.
“Want me to eat you out?” Jungkook asked, licking his lips, teasing Jimin’s hole with two fingers, making him jerk because he was still oversensitive.
He just nodded into the pillow, whimpering at the overstimulation. Not waiting too long, Jungkook lowered lied down on the bed as well, spreading Jimin’s cheeks more, before diving down, licking his entrance, teasing him a little to see how sensitive he was. The elder squirmed and whimpered. However, he pushed himself against the younger, wanting more, ever so impatient. Pushing his tongue inside, he made Jimin moan, sounding desperate for more and all of his noises went straight to Jungkook’s groin, getting impatient himself. Pulling back, he grabbed the lube out of his bedside drawer, pouring some on his fingers and inserted one without warning Jimin, making him whimper. The slide was easy, his hole already a little stretched, so Jungkook inserted a second finger, scissoring him, while he let his other hand run over Jimin’s back, tracing his spine with the tip of his fingers. Mewling into the pillow, Jimin asked for more and Jungkook gave it to him, inserting the third finger, thrusting them into him, hitting his prostate. When the blonde started whining, Jungkook pulled them out, enjoying the sight before him for a moment.
Jimin was lying there with his ass on display, his legs spread comfortably and his by now hard dick pressed against the mattress, while he was drooling onto the pillow. Hazily, he turned around, searching for Jungkook’s eyes, his fingers itching to touch himself but he didn’t, placing himself in front of the younger, inviting him to finally put it in. Mesmerised, Jungkook poured some lube on his cock, stroking it a few times, before he aligned himself, shuddering at how Jimin mewled in anticipation. Slowly, he started pushing in, grabbing Jimin’s hands, entwining them, as he slid into him. He groaned at how hot and tight he was, leaning down to kiss him, to distract himself a little because he was already on edge. When he was completely inside, he paused, staring into the blonde’s dark orbs, connecting their foreheads.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me” Jungkook mumbled, circling his hips a little to see, whether Jimin was ready.
“That’s my phrase” the dancer mewled, “I’m fine, you can move.”
As he wished, Jungkook started thrusting his hips. At first, he moved them slowly, enjoying the tightness and also because he knew that Jimin was still sensitive. Only, when the elder started pressing his hips up in time to the maknae’s thrusts, Jungkook increased his speed, thrusting harder. Leaning down, he captured Jimin’s lips in a sloppy kiss, wanting to convey that his heart was full of love for him, that he was a little overwhelmed that Jimin actually belonged to him.
“I won’t–– last much longer, hyung” Jungkook panted against his lips but Jimin just leaned up, kissing him again.
“Cum inside me. I want you––– fill me up, please” he moaned and that was all it took for the younger to cum.
His hips stuttered and he buried himself deep inside the dancer, groaning his name, grabbing Jimin’s cock and stroked him a few times, until he came as well, painting his stomach white, his chest heaving. Exhausted, Jungkook pulled out, hazily grabbing a tissue to clean Jimin up, before he collapsed next to him. Instantly, the dancer crawled into his arms, throwing his own around Jungkook’s waist. Locking eyes with him, he giggled, leaning up to peck his lips.
“That was nice” he sighed, “thanks for the treat. I hope you enjoyed too.”
“Are you kidding?” Jungkook shifted, pulling Jimin on top of him, “I loved it. I love every part of you. I should appreciate you like this more often.”
“I like authoritative Jungkookie, though, so don’t let me do everything I want” Jimin laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your bratty side in check” Jungkook smiled, threading his fingers through his hair.
They stared at each other for a while, chatting about unimportant things; Jungkook kept tracing Jimin’s spine, while the elder was drawing patterns on the younger’s chest. Eventually, they were both so tired that they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
six years later
He was looking out of the window of the skyscraper he was in. His stylist had insisted that they would dye his hair brown with light strands in it for the premiere.
“Jungkook-ssi, please turn your head to the mirror or I will mess up your hair” his stylist said, the razor buzzing next to his ear.
Sighing, he did as he was told, looking at himself in the mirror. His makeup was already done and he looked rather decent. He had gotten self-confidence over the years of having to work with strangers all the time but he was still anxious about tonight. He had lived through other premieres but this one was more important than the other two premieres of his films. Nervously, he looked at the time, then at his phone but he still hadn’t received a text yet.
“Any news from Jiminnie-hyung?” Jungkook asked without turning his head because his stylist was still shaving the back of his neck, creating the perfect hairline.
“His flight has landed by now and he’s on the way. They’re trying to do his makeup in the car because he won’t have time to get it done here” his manager explained, “don’t blame him for not texting, his manager took away his phone, so he won’t look down while applying makeup.”
Sighing, Jungkook closed his eyes, hoping that the dancer would be there on time. After he had graduated, Jimin had gotten offers from dance crews all over the world and he had chosen to work with a crew in London, who was well known globally. The first two years, they had barely seen each other because Jimin was constantly overseas and Jungkook was still studying. However, when Jungkook graduated, he followed Jimin to London just to stay with him for a while but by chance, he got acquainted with someone in the movie business, who noticed his talent and took him under his wings. By the time Jungkook was 23, he had assisted in making a blockbuster movie, getting recognition from both Asia and Western countries. After that, he was able to direct a movie just by himself at the tender age of 24, which had also only gotten amazing reviews. People were so surprised by his talent, he was sometimes followed by paparazzi and at some point, they took photos of Jungkook and Jimin holding hands while walking through Regent’s Park. While Western media was fine with it, it was a huge scandal back in South Korea. Both Jimin’s and Jungkook’s manager had advised them to somehow work around it and deny that they were a couple but both of them were against that. They loved each other and they were tired of hiding it. They confirmed their relationship through statements of their agencies but they had never given an interview, even though there were countless requests for that.
That was why today’s premiere was so important. Jungkook’s latest film depicted homosexuality in South Korea by showing the life of a gay boy and how he grew up. Thanks to Jungkook’s popularity in the West, it was a box office hit in America in Europe, so there was also going to be a premiere in Seoul, which was the one tonight. He had announced that he would attend the premiere with Jimin as their official first public appearance in South Korea. The news had been going crazy for a while now, so Jungkook was really anxious about this. He loved Jimin and that wasn’t going to change either. He was just scared that Korean media was going to put a bad light on them and that it would make Jimin want to stay overseas. Anxiously, he looked down to his right hand, playing with his promise ring that Jimin and him had bought for their five-year anniversary. They had promised themselves that if South Korea would ever allow same-sex marriages, they would marry in their home town Busan.
When his stylist was done with his hair, they urged him to get up and put on his suit jacket, before they went down the elevator and brought him to his car he would be entering the red carpet from. He didn’t like being in this car alone. He hoped to have a moment alone with the dancer, since they hadn’t seen each other in two months because Jimin had been touring in America, while Jungkook was busy with film promotions. They pulled up to the red carpet and there was still one sign of Jimin.
“Can we still wait for him?” Jungkook frowned, looking at the mass of photographers that were standing in line behind the barrier.
“They’re almost here but you have to go out there now” his manager said and that was when the door opened and the flood of camera flashes blinded him.
After taking a deep breath, Jungkook stepped out of the car, closing the button of his suit jacket, as he walked towards the main part of the red carpet. Everything was numbed. The flashes were so bright, he could barely see, where he was going but he had gotten used to it over the past few years, so he still looked like the light wasn’t bothering him at all. He bowed politely, when he was standing where he was supposed to stand, before he smiled for the camera. Of course, they all yelled his name, so that he would look at everyone and it was obvious that they all asked, where Jimin was. The interviewer stepped onto the red carpet, looking like he was going to bombard him with questions, when half of the paparazzi turned to where the cars came in, yelling Jimin’s name. Instantly, Jungkook looked into that direction as well, spotting the blonde dancer exit his car swiftly, wearing all black, his hair parted at the side and his makeup on point as always. He looked exceptionally good, especially with that eye smile of his. Bowing while walking, he seemed apologetic towards the paparazzi but then, he straightened up, joining Jungkook, smiling at him.
“I’m sorry I’m late” he cringed, before he bowed to everyone properly.
Jungkook wanted to answer but the interviewer turned to them, greeting them politely.
“So finally, we get to see both of you on South Korean ground” he laughed, wanting to release the tension, “how are you feeling tonight? You’ve been through two other premieres for this film, so you must already be used to it.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not used to it at all” Jungkook tried to sound casual but he knew he was bad at hiding his nervousness, “I’m very anxious about the Korean release of it, since it’s a topic that is rarely talked about.”
“Is that why you chose this premiere to be your first appearance with your boyfriend? And is there a reason you didn’t come together?”
“Ah, that is my fault” Jimin interrupted, “I was in Chicago up until a few hours ago and my flight was late.”
His smile seemed to distract the interviewer a little bit, making Jungkook chuckle inaudibly, knowing that feeling all too well, when he just got lost in Jimin’s beauty. Naturally, he put his hand on Jimin’s back, feeling a little more relaxed, now that he had some kind of contact with the smaller.
“To answer your question. I don’t like being the centre of attention a lot, so that’s why we haven’t shown ourselves earlier. Jiminnie––Jimin-ssi had suggested to do it earlier but I’m a very private man, so we waited, until the timing was right” Jungkook answered eventually, “and since my film depicts homosexuality, it is a rather strong statement to appear together.”
“I see, well, we were all looking forward to seeing you together. You seem quite relaxed together. Since you are a dancer, Jimin-ssi, you’re often overseas. How do you manage not seeing each other for that long?”
“We got used to it” Jimin shrugged, still smiling, “we’ve been together for almost seven years now. I trust him completely and he trusts me, so there is no fear of misunderstandings.”
That was worded quite well. Of course, everyone wanted to get something out of them that they could write about. That they were having a wild lifestyle and kept cheating on each other because that was what homosexuals did in the eyes of ignorant people. But they weren’t like that. They had been faithful even before they officially got together and that never changed.
“That is admirable” the interviewer nodded a little awkwardly, “at last, please say something about your film, Jungkook-ssi.”
“It is a film that depicts a very real problem here in South Korea and I hope that through this, more people will be aware of the gravity of support and love that is needed to be happy, not matter what sexuality you have” Jungkook said, voice strong and determined.
Then, the couple bowed again and Jungkook led the blonde into the building, his hand still on the small of his back. Finally, when they entered the VIP area, they got a minute for themselves and Jungkook sighed heavily, wanting to sit down. He already felt tired. He hated attention, even though he knew it was good for his films. Suddenly, he jerked a little, when he felt Jimin’s hands on his shoulder, massaging him gently.
“You did well, Jungkookie” he stated, his voice soft but he sounded tired too, “the worst is over now.”
Turning around, Jungkook cupped the smaller’s face, getting lost in his beautiful eyes, smiling immediately. It had been too long, since they had seen each other. Every time they were apart for more than a month was hard, even though they should be used to it. Leaning down, he placed a sweet kiss on Jimin’s lips, feeling the other lean against him. When they pulled back, the blonde snuggled into the younger’s chest, sighing happily.
“I missed you” Jimin mumbled.
Smiling into the dancer’s hair, Jungkook pulled him closer.
“I missed you too. So much. I’m glad you made it in time. I was so scared I had to face them by myself.”
“Look at you, you’re 26 and you’re still almost as shy as you were, when we met” he giggled, which was still Jungkook’s favourite sound on earth, “c’mon, let’s get to our seats. I’m excited to see the finished product.”
Nodding, Jungkook took his hand, leading him to the sofa that was facing the big screen and when they sat down, the younger put his arm around Jimin, who put his hand on Jungkook’s thigh, leaning his head against his shoulder. Just like that, they fell back into their routine of small, loving touches. Even if they were apart for a few months during the year, whenever they were together, they were an item. They had gotten so used to each other that they couldn’t live without each other and they hoped that they had brought that across in front of the press because both of them knew they were in love with each other and that would never change.