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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Park_Jimin, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster
  Additional Tags:
      Mental_Health_Issues, Autism, Light_Angst, Teenage_Drama, Childhood
      Friends, Childhood_Memories, Summer_Love, Age_Difference, Smut, Mpreg,
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      Published: 2017-05-16 Updated: 2017-10-03 Chapters: 8/? Words: 14498
****** Kookie and Hyung ******
by KookIsMine
Summary
     Jimin only remebers a cute, doe - eyed silent kid.
     Jungkook doesn't remember him at all.
     When they meet again years later, the connection between them is
     ethereal.
     A story about unconditional love in which age is just a number.
     ~
     Or how Jungkook's black and white world is brought to color by
     someone he tried to forget.
Notes
     TRIGGER WARNING: This story deals with mental health issues. LEAVE
     NOW IF THIS BOTHERS YOU.
     I mean to show NO DISRESPECT. I'm writing this after a lot of
     research and.. experience because my cousin is autistic.
     It is important to understand that autism can be different to
     different people. PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS A GENERAL DEFINITION OF
     AUTISM.
     I trust my readers to be mature enough to not hate on this or show
     any kind of disrespect.
     Carry on.
***** Memories. *****
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                                       ~
                          "You've been here before."
            My mother keeps telling me. She thinks I don't remember.
                                   But I do.
I recognize every single detail. Every street, every corner, every house, every
 shop that blurred past our car's window during the past.. hours? That happens
                when people zone out. It was completely normal.
                 But I wasn't 'people' and I wasn't 'normal'.
Sometimes, I feel bad that I'm so much into my trance that I don't even respond
to my mother until she squeezes by hand, a sign that says - Jungkook, attention
                                   please. 
 She's on the phone with my father. He's overseas for some business and I hear
him say something romantic to my mother, making her giggle. That was one of the
       good things though, they were still in love despite my.. issue.  
   I paint the new modified surroundings - if any - to the back of my mind,
                         blending them into my memory.
 I won't forget it again or get confused. My memory is so sharp and clear, it
                           hurts my head sometimes.
                         The car starts slowing down.
                                  We're here.
I clear my mind, allotting all the pictures I've acquired into their respective
albums. When the car stops, I lean my head against the cold window, take a deep
                           breath and close my eyes.
               A still image projects on the inside of my lids.
    It's the red house beside ours. It wasn't there before or maybe I don't
                          remember. I frown at that.
And also the big tree with its wide canopy and lots of shade. I'm sure as hell
that wasn't there before, either. I can almost feel the coolness the shade has
                                   to offer.
                         Maybe it was a small plant? 
 I lock my eyes on the big tire swinging slightly in the breeze. It looks like
                         it can fit two people easily.
                              It looks so lonely.
I get out of the car and take a few steps towards the new additions beside our
                                   property.
             There was no fence or anything separating the houses.
   Ours used to be the only house this far off from others, situated on the
                       slightly hilly side of the town.
                 The image is imprinted in my memory, forever.
                              It looks beautiful.
Two big houses with a big tree in between them towards the back, over the hill.
 My fingers itch to grab my camera from the bag and start clicking picture. An
emotion stirs inside me - excitement. It's been a long time since I felt that.
  My mother comes to stand beside me. "I've always loved this house. It's so
 beautiful, right? And, do you remember the sunsets? We can see them from the
 back door and even have a small walk down the hill! Or we can have a swim in
                      the pool tomorrow." She's excited.
"I hope you brought your camera with you. You can't miss the beauty this place
  has to offer. Also, it'll look awesome on your portfolio!" She smiles, nose
   crinkling and I'm reminded again that she passed me this feature of hers.
 "Yeah, Eomma. I.. like it here. It's perfect." She sighs, resting her head on
                                 my shoulder.
                      And I'm happy. It's peaceful here.
  I help my mother with the bags as we enter the house. It's too big for two
                  people obviously, but that will have to do.
 The best thing I like about this house is the perfect composition of wood and
     glass. It look much bigger from the inside, the decor cosy and warm.
 I bet there was at least one furry chair in my room as well, for they almost
                               seemed mandatory.
I roam around the house and discover that the ground floor consists of a living
room, a kitchen, three bedrooms - I snort - a gym and an outdoor swimming pool.
  The second floor - mine. There are two bedrooms. I took the bigger one, of
course. Then there's a library and a terrace. I didn't know my mother would be
            so generous and let me keep the whole floor to myself.
           I note all the remodelling that took place and I'm done.
                                 I feel giddy.
            We spend the rest of the evening unpacking the luggage.
The dinner ends up being simple kimchi fried rice, since we still had to unpack
                           a few kitchen equipments.
After dinner, it takes me an hour to set up my room as per my liking - placing
    all my books on the self, arranging my wardrobe, followed by my desk.  
                I flop down on my bed, feeling hot and sweaty.
    It has been a while since I worked out. I should get back on track from
            tomorrow. There was a complete gym in the house itself.
        I spread my arms and legs, covering most of the king sized bed.
    The air conditioner isn't set yet and I feel spoiled for noticing that.
                            I look around my room.
  My parents had gone overboard again, decorating my room as per my tastes -
 There's a big walk-in wardrobe, a flat screen TV facing my bed, sound system,
         gaming console, a costly stereo and a fluffy king size bed. 
                      The room screams 'bratty rich kid'.
                                 But I'm not.
  They're pampering me because their only son - autistic son - came back from
          boarding school. Even then, I never took this for granted.
                                  I couldn't.
  They gave me  everything. And I had to repay them in some way or the other.
   I tried to be the perfect child - getting good grades, maintaining a good
                reputation, trying to express my gratefulness.
     I keep failing at the last one thought. I was never good with words.
  The room is too big, I notice. My walls are almost bare - a lone picture of
           mine and a Big Bang poster, a poor excuse of decoration.
  A few hours pass with me rolling on the bed, browsing on my phone for room
  decor and after finishing the last few pages of the book I was reading, I'm
                             still feeling muggy.
                I sit up, peeling my shirt off my sticky skin.
  I walk to the window and open it, feeling cool breeze hit my clammy skin. I
           push my wet bangs off my forehead, leaning out slightly.
  I can hear the wind as it rustles through the tree, the sound mesmerising.
                                   I shiver.
                                  Ah, summer.
                                I hear a gasp.
   I snap my eyes open and a mop of golden blonde hair is all I see before a
                        frilly curtain blocks my view.
  I see the silhouette of what seems to be a boy as he stands stiffly on the
                       other side before it fades away.
     I stay frozen, unable to even swallow anything with my anxiousness. 
                    I want to bang my head against a wall.
  How could I be so stupid and forget that there was a goddamn window facing
                                     mine?
 Oh god, he was probably freaked out wondering why a shirtless guy was hanging
                    out of a window in middle of the night.
 I feel my cheeks heat up -  and I would  be probably freaking out if I didn't
                         realise that I was blushing.
                         It was completely new to me.
              I stumble back to my bed, embarrassed beyond belief.
         What if it had been a girl? I would've jumped down the window.
                    I miss a few hours of sleep that night.
                                     ~.~.~
                                        
***** Let me in. *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry, this is too short..
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                                       ~
          The next morning I wake up to my mother banging on my door.
    "Park Jimin! If you want breakfast then you'll be all ready in fifteen
                                   minutes!"
"I'm up!" I groan, running a hand through my messy hair. My mom rarely wakes me
       up - let alone come up all the way to my room and bang the door.
                              Something's fishy.
 I stumble out of the bed, tangled in the sheets. I make it to the bathroom in
           one piece and quickly brush my teeth then, take a shower.
 I suddenly remember the boy I saw last night, moonlight making his skin glow.
             But there's something about him... He felt familiar.
                 And it was the Jeons' house. So could it be..
                                      No.
 He left ten years ago. There's no reason for him to come back now. But still,
  like an idiot, I wanted to run to the pale blue house and demand answers. 
                      At least to confirm my suspicions. 
I get out, quickly drying my hair and body. I pull on a grey t-shirt and black
                  sweatpants. I would be staying home anyway.
I run down the stairs before jumping off from the last few. I land with a thud.
                                 "Park Jimin!"
"Sorry, Eomma! You said I had to get down in--" I stop dead in the kitchen, not
                               expecting guests.
 It's Mrs. Jeon who gets up from her seat near the island, a huge smile on her
                                as she hugs me.
"Jimin! It's been so long since I've last seen you, darling. Almost 10 years, I
   think? Look how much you've grown!" Her smile is as warm as ever, as she
                               ruffles my hair.
 She was like my second mother. It has been a long time, I'm towering over her
                                     now. 
"Ah.. Mrs. Jeon! Yes. I'm so happy to see you.. When did you guys get back?" I
                           smile, hugging her back.
 "Just yesterday. We didn't want to trouble you both that soon so we barged in
          today!" She giggles as my mom disagrees, distracting her. 
My eyes flick to the boy still sitting on the island and my heart stops, world
                                  freezing. 
                                 I was right.
                              He is Jeon Jungkook.
  He looks much older, mature even with wide shoulders stretching his white t-
       shirt. There's no hint of the small skinny boy I used to babysit.
He's all buff now, muscular arms peeking from under his sleeves. And it doesn't
 help at all that I saw the muscles hidden under the thin t-shirt of his last
                                    night.
                    I feel warmth creeping over my cheeks.
His big doe-eyes stare at me - the only feature of his that remained untouched
by time - a hint of innocence on his perfect features, pink lips parted and my
                                breath hitches.
 God, he looks so beautiful with his black messy hair falling into his eyes.  
            He must be hardly eighteen years old. Still very young.
                           Stop lusting over a kid! 
 He looks almost shocked, a small frown decorating his.. pretty face. Can boys
               be called pretty? I don't think so.. but, he was.
                                So, so pretty.
 Mrs. Jeon moves back and I hardly have time to drop my arms before a muscular
                   body envelopes mine, hugging me tightly.
            I'm caught off guard and a breathless laugh escapes me.
Tears sting my eyes and I blink them away as I'm flooded with our memories, our
              unsaid goodbye and all the time we spend together. 
  I prey to all the existing deities that Jungkook doesn't feel my hammering
                                    heart.
  I run my hands over his back, warmth radiating from his body making my skin
tingle. He rests his chin heavily on my head, making my nose press to his milky
                                 collar bones.
                   His scent is musky but borderline sweet.
  He doesn't smell like a kid anymore, and definitely doesn't feel like one,
                                    either.
      My lips accidentally brush against his warm skin and he jerks back.
 I have a apology ready on my lips, cheeks red but he just stares at me for a
                       moment before embracing me again.
  He's so much taller than me, he has to curve over me to bury his face in my
neck. And even as I feel small - miniature even - in his hold, I've never felt
                                    safer.
                              My throat tightens.
                            He's grown up so much. 
 I feel his hold tighten around me and I like the feeling more than I should.
 Then, I'm reminded that this was how we used to communicate. Jungkook hardly
               talked back then and I guess old habits die hard.
                        So that means, he remembers me.
He nuzzles deeper into my neck, breath tickling the sensitive skin and inhales
                                    deeply.
 Jungkook moans, making something in my stomach quiver and my knees buckle. If
      he wasn't holding me this tight, I would be on the floor right now.
 I shoot a look towards our mothers and thankfully, they're busy gossipping. 
            He didn't know he'd miss me this much. Or see me again.
  Without thinking, I use the special nickname that I used to call him in our
                                  childhood.
                                   "Kookie."
 I remember you too, Kookie. How can I forget someone this special and dear to
               me? I didn't know I'd miss you this much, either.
                 He relaxes completely, melting into my arms.
          I hug him tighter, putting my arms around his narrow waist.
                              My Kookie is home.
                                      ~.~
***** Waiting to see you. *****
Chapter Notes
     I might update slower in the future..
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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                                       ~
 My photography equipment is safe, I can tell that much. I take out my camera,
                          still checking for damages.
 I click a picture of my room and see that the filter is off - the colors are
  sharper, the lights in my room enriching them, instead of the flat shades I
                                    prefer.
  Maybe I should experiment later. See what kind of color pallet I get here.
I need a new film and though I ordered one yesterday after coming back from the
  Parks, I'm not as anxious for its arrival as I would've been; I want to be
                           somewhere else right now.
I slump down into the rotating chair in front of my desk and lean back, staring
                                at the ceiling.
I prop my legs on the desk and the world tilts a little and more and more until
 the chair is on the verge of toppling over. But I'm good at balancing things.
                            My hyung.. He is here.
                                Jiminnie hyung.
  I never thought I'd see him again after they send me away to that 'special'
                               boarding school.
                                  I was sick.
So, so sick.. crying for days, unable to stop. I didn't even know back then if
I would ever stop. I was fine one day and I would start crying and hurting the
                         very next day all over again.
I couldn't bear it. The pain, sadness.. Everything hurt so much. I didn't know
                              such pain existed.
So I buried everything about him in that dark shady valleys of my mind where I
                    couldn't reach him even if I wanted to.
                        Too much loss... Too much pain.
                         I just couldn't deal with it.
                     So I pretended; I'm very good at it.
Always have been. For almost 10 years it was as if he never existed - Jiminnie
                           hyung just didn't exist.
                                But here he is.
                             And he remembers me.
 I held him and he responded, we were 'talking' like we used to. So many years
ago. Our language is just a little off, like that colors in the picture I took.
       Only it isn't flat, it's sharper. Foreign. Disturbing. Exciting.
     The blood rushing to my head makes it feel heavy. I feel warm, soft.
      I check my phone again. 4:16 a.m. It's too early, still too early.
Park Jimin, my Jiminnie hyung just Jimin now. He is back in my life, isn't he?
                               So, Jimin hyung?
                                 So confusing.
  I don't deal well with confusion. But the confusion is different this time.
     It's a tingling sensation in my stomach. It's pleasant but electric.
I don't want him to un-confuse me. I just want him to touch me again. I want to
                       touch him instead of the camera.
               I want to hold him. Maybe I could play with him?
                          4:36 a.m. Still too early.
                                    Jimin.
         I play around with his name for a while, getting used to it.
 The missing syllables. The capital J.. I like the capital J. It is something
                              that we both share.
 I open my mouth, his name on the tip of my tongue but all I can get out is a
                       raspy noise that makes me cringe.
 My voice is a frail mess and yet it rings too loud, cutting painfully through
                                 the silence.
                        When was the last time I spoke?
          I clear my throat and try again, voice a whisper this time.
                                   "Jimin."
                     And again, adding a little more tone.
                                   "Jimin?"
                                    Higher.
                                   "Jimin!"
                                    Louder.
                                   "JIMIN."
                                    Tender.
                                   "Jimin.."
I keep on trying, testing, feeling, tasting, rolling his name off my tongue in
              different textures and colors until the sun is up.
  I straighten up from my tilted axis and make way to my wardrobe carefully,
                     feeling the blood rush from my head.
                             I do everything slow.
  I take my time picking up my clothes, slowly, slowly, finally settling with
   black ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I manage to kill another 16
                                   minutes.
                           But it's still too early.
 In the shower, I remember one day when Jiminnie hyung.. Jimin washed my hair.
   He had kindly given me a wash cloth to cover my eyes so that the shampoo
                                doesn't get in.
   I remember his soft fingers kneading and stroking my hair, I remember him
 singing softly feeling the faint vibrations from his chest pressed to my back
                             as he leaned on me. 
                             Hold me tight, hug me
                      Can you trust me, can you trust me
                 Please, please, please pull me in and hug me.
                         Without you, I can't breathe
                            I'm nothing without you
                   Look, I'm fair with everyone else but you
                  Now I can't live a day without you, please
                             Hold me tight, hug me
                         Trust me, trust me, trust me
                                You will shine
                      You're still like a scented flower
                       Now trust me, hold me once again
                          So I can feel you, hold me.
     I didn't understand much back then, only focused on his soft voice. 
                That was the first time he called me 'Kookie'.
                         He told me how special I was.
                              How precious I was.
And now, with the smell of shampoo and warm water surrounding me, I can almost
                    feel his gentle hands in my hair again.
     The memory revives with a new intensity and my body starts tingling.
                              I want to see him.
                                  Right now.
                                  Touch him.
I'm painfully hard and gasping but I still kill some more time debating whether
                            this is right or wrong.
Jiminnie hyung would know, right? Yes. He always knows what to do. He will help
              me as he always has, helping me figure things out.
     He'll let me know. I'll just have to touch him and he'll let me know.
When I have dried myself off, brushed my teeth and put my clothes on, its 6:42
             a.m. With my hand on the main door handle, I freeze.
                           Eomma was not awake yet.
I spend the next eight minutes staring out of the big window in our kitchen and
               writing a note informing her of where to find me.
                            Then, I'm done waiting.
                                      ~.~
Chapter End Notes
     I would really appreciate it if you tell me how to think. Thank you!
***** War of Hormone *****
Chapter Notes
     Please don't get offended from the story's content. I know it is a
     delicate subject I'm dealing with.
     Let's just say Jungkook is not completely incapable of doing
     things... If you know wht I mean ;)
     He just thinks differently and is socially awkward. So, don't take
     this autism seriously because you will be seeing cute, adorable,
     flirty and funny Jungkookie!
     This fic ain't gonna be serious all the time. It's gonna be fluffy n
     smutty as well. ^.^
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                        
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I wake up with my hands between my thighs, moaning with precum dripping from my
                                    cock. 
 I feel embarrassed, aroused and desperate at the same time but I can't bring
myself to stop, hand moving frantically over my bulge to relieve the ache as I
 feel heat curling in my groin until I throw my head back, crying out his name
                             as I cum on my hand.
 Panting and whimpering, I roll to my side and curl into a ball. Euphoria and
 sadness wash over me in equal measures. I feel like I did something illegal.
             This was the first time I dreamt about Jeon Jungkook.
                    That too, a wet dream. Fuck my life.. 
Hell, the kid calls me 'hyung' in such a sweet and innocent way and here I am,
  having a wet dream about him. Tears prick my eyes as I feel disgusted with
                                    myself.
                               He is my Kookie.
I'm not allowed to have dirty thoughts about my almost brother. Not that I ever
                   thought of him as my brother, but still.
                          No, he's too hot for that. 
    I'm reminded how gloomy my existence is when I'm brushing my teeth and
                            showering at 6:44 a.m.
   The water feels wonderful against my sensitive skin but I quickly get out
           before my imagination runs wild and I pop another boner.
I just manage to wrap a towel around my waist when the door bell rings. I check
                             the time - 7:00 a.m.
  Who the hell would come to our house at this hour? Mom's home and Dad isn't
                     coming back until a few days later. 
         And there's no fucking way a burglar would ring a doorbell--.
"Oh fuck!" I've never descended the stairs this fast. I almost slip on the last
                     step but catch myself by the railing.
"What if he left already?!" It's obvious that I'm panicking and as I throw the
 door open, I realise that I'm only clad in a goddamn towel around my waist as
                          the morning breeze hits me.
"Jungkookie.." I lean against the door for support, clutching at my towel. God,
he's so breathtaking. A blush settles on my cheek, as I'm reminded of my guilty
                    pleasure that took place this morning. 
                                   Fuck me. 
 His hair is damp and he smells sweet of shampoo and aftershave. He's wearing
all black which accentuates his pale skin in a way that makes my mouth water. 
                    There are a few shadows under his eyes.
                            Hadn't he slept at all?
 His doe eyes are wide and glossy as he stares at me unblinkingly. He swallows
           hard, Adam's apple bobbing and clears his throat lightly.
                 I hear his grown up voice for the first time.
"Hello... Jimin." He only utters two words and it makes my heart beat faster. I
                      gasp, breaking into a happy smile.
"You're speaking!" He nods in agreement and gives me a shy bunny smile. My hand
           reaches for him, completely ignoring my protesting mind.
       I touch his cheek and he closes his eyes, leaning into my touch.
        "I'm so happy, Kookie." I can't believe he's grown up so much.
          "Do you remember what you used to call me?" He nods again.
                   "Jiminnie hyung." It's merely a whisper.
It makes me smile wider. "Yes. It's nice though, to hear you call me Jimin. But
   I'm still your hyung, you know." I poke his chest with a finger, pouting
                                   slightly.
    Jungkook just nods rapidly and his hair fucking bounces. HOLY SHITTT--
"Why are you awake at this ungodly hour, anyway?" He's completely oblivious to
 my not so subtle innuendo. "I practiced.." He says and opens his eyes. "Last
                       night. I wanted to say it right."
          "You practiced my name?" Another nod. My heart feels warm.
 "Come in!" I'm suddenly reminded that we're still sanding over the threshold.
                              And I'm half naked.
 He takes my hand and I let him. It has always been like that. Only this time,
                    his big hand completely envelops mine.
Jungkook hardly ever lost physical contact with me when he was a child. He used
                 to follow me around like a cute little bunny.
 So he holds my hand as I close the door and doesn't let go even when I climb
                            the stairs to my room.
The surroundings must be new to him, this was his first time in our home, after
                                     all. 
 I really try to pick out clothes single handed but he notices my distress and
release my hand. He steps closer to me from behind and I feel his warm fingers
                            on the nape of my neck.
              I suppress the shudder threatening to break loose.
                                    Touch..
                   He always preferred skin to skin contact.
  I pick a long sleeved, black and white striped shirt and blue ripped jeans.
"You smell good... hyung." He whispers the last part and his warm breath washes
               over  the nape of my neck, giving me goose bumps.
"Ah.. Haha.. It must be the shampoo." I laugh sheepishly. He steps even closer,
                      denim brushing against my calves. 
I can feel the warmth radiating from him on my bare back and then suddenly his
    arms are around my waist. "No. Your scent is sweet." There is a slight
               undertone of indignation in his new, husky voice.
He sprawls a hand flat on my stomach and when his fingers brush against my abs,
   I suck in a breath, heart hammering in my chest. I'm suddenly aware of my
                         stirring cock. I wonder if.. 
         Does he know about this stuff? No.. He's my innocent bunny. 
 I feel myself flush more from arousal than from embarrassment and things are
                      getting a little worse down there.
 My hands shake as I put on his arms wrapped around me as I half-heartedly tug
 at them, prying them off my waist. "Anyway.. I should go get dressed. So you
                         should let go of me, Kookie."
     The last think I want is for my towel to drop and scar him for life. 
He doesn't remove him arms but loosens his hold so that I can turn around. His
      hands come to rest on my hips and it doesn't feel innocent anymore.
Hell, not at all when his thumbs are rubbing small circles on my hip bones. I'm
                      sure we just crossed a line there.
   He's not a child anymore. His eyes are half hidden behind his long lashes
                        because he's looking down at..
                       He's fucking ogling at my chest. 
                                      No.
                        Definitely not a child anymore.
   I catch myself desperately wishing that he likes what he sees, shame long
                                  forgotten.
 Does he find me attractive? Like, sexually? God, how I craved to be wanted by
                                     him.
 Is wrong that I want a boy to want me like this? Definitely not, I think. But
        that I want him to want me like this? Oh yes, definitely wrong!
 I grab his wrists. "Kookie, I don't think this is really appropriate anymore.
       You can't just touch me like you used to, when you were little."
  "We're older now, bun." The new nickname slips past my lips and I wait for
                             Jungkook's reaction. 
                               Well, he blinks. 
His eyes find mine and the signature frown between his eyebrows appears. "But I
like you. Isn't it normal to touch the one you like?" He tilts his head to the
                               side innocently.
                                   I blink.
 "You l-like me?" Even when surprised, I'm stupid enough to ask something like
                                     this.
He nods, still gazing into my eyes, lips parting slightly as if he wants to say
           something more. And god, I'm completely under his spell.
  Instead of letting me go, he tighten his grip on my hips and pulls me flush
     against his body, my arms automatically going around his shoulders. 
 A gasp escapes my lips as I stare up at him, our chests pressed against each
other. I feel the need to swallow but my throat is too dry and lord help me, I
                        want to cross that line so bad.
I keep forgetting that Kookie starts talking when he gets comfortable with me.
          And he looked quite comfortable in this position of ours. 
       He shouldn't. Not when I'm having thought about him fucking me--
And then he speaks, with that totally innocent expression, voice velvety, words
            tumbling out of his mouth as if he rehearsed them too.
                           Like he did with my name.
 "Everyone knows that I'm socially inadequate anyway, so no one will blame you
 if we get caught." I gape at him incredulously for a second and then all the
                  worries leave me when I burst out laughing.
                  I stand up on my tiptoes to peck his cheek.
  He arms slack around me in shock and I quickly escape them, running to the
                           bathroom to get changed.
  I throw a look over my shoulder, giggling when I see his expression - eyes
     wide, cheeks pink and lips parted - my heart pounds harder than ever.
                        I was falling for him already.
                              But it's not easy. 
                                       ~
                                        
Chapter End Notes
     Are you getting hang of the story?
     Jimin is thirsty af for Kookie :3 And as for Kookie.. Haha.. He's
     close to having blue balls.
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               He's laughing as he disappears into the bathroom.
                          Did he think I was joking?
                   I realise - I should have. But I didn't.
  Not at all.. Currently, I'm not capable of thinking much due to the burning
                   patch on my cheek where his lips touched.
                        Jiminnie hyung kissed my cheek.
It was one of those rare moments when I smile because I want to. Not because I
                     have to, for the sake of blending in.
                    I also like the sound of his laughter.
  Jimin is back in less than five minutes. Though he smiles again, he doesn't
                                 meet my eyes.
                             Is he uncomfortable?
 I can sense his distress - not analyzing body language and facial expressions
      to conclude their meaning, but feeling it as we go to the kitchen. 
                         It has always been like that.
                     It was as if I could feel his auras.
                                   Only his.
I'll never want him to feel uncomfortable and most of all, I don't want him to
               think that what we have - us - is inappropriate.
He's making us breakfast - taking out two bowls and pouring cereal and milk in
                                 them, silent.
                           I want to hear his voice.
                            I hold his hand again.
                           I want to hear him laugh.
    "And they can't blame me either, when you're this beautiful, hyung." He
                  stiffens and I think I just made it worse.
                               I suck at joking.
            I should've know. I should not speak without thinking.
 Somehow, I've made him sad. He turns around and his eyes are watery when they
                                  meet mine.
                                      No.
                           Jiminnie hyung can't cry.
              This went totally wrong. I shouldn't speak at all.
        I cup his face and rest my forehead on his, telling him sorry.
   Thought I don't understand what I did to make him sad, I feel bad and I'm
                                    sorry.
                    And he gets me. Of course, he gets me.
   He shakes his head slightly, a little breathless noise escaping from him
                                    throat.
 "You don't know what you're doing to me, Kookie." He ducks away from under my
       hand and goes to the island, taking those stupid bowls with him.
                      My hands have never felt so empty.
  So I follow. I follow his magnetic pull. And I say his name, out loud and I
                          didn't even mean to speak.
                            But he does that to me.
 He catches me off guard in the most disastrous way and he still makes me love
                                     it. 
   I'm completely filled with his presence, his beauty and my want for him.
                            I'm breathless for him.
I'm overflowing and I don't know what this beautiful chaos is called. But if it
                      has a name... then it must be his.
     Those precious alphabets that come together to form his pretty name.
It's spilling over and I can't hold it in. So, his name dips from my tongue and
                                out of my lips.
            "Jimin.." It hangs in the air. Thick, heavy and sweet. 
                     Just like his mouth-watering scent. 
                           And then he turns around.
                        Thank God, he responded to me.
He leans back against the island and I take his hand again. This is good.. so,
                                   so good.
                      I want to tell him so many things.
How much I missed him, how much he means to me, how much I crave his touch and
                             how I miss his scent.
 The intoxicating scent that hit me - engulfed my senses the moment he opened
                    the door clad in only a goddamn towel.
  I want to tell him how much hunger he arouses in me, that painful desire to
            touch him in ways I never wanted to touch anyone else.
                              That milky skin.. 
                  And I don't know how to tell him all this.
    Because, all these thoughts are sewed to my tongue, refusing to budge. 
                                  Fuck them. 
 I bend down slowly, bringing my face closer to his and inch by inch our lips,
                                    closer.
 Jiminnie hyung tilts his head, glittering eyes closing shut as his plump lips
                                  meet mine.
                            Oh, how I wanted this.
His breathing is a little laboured but so is mine as he parts his lips. And his
 body says yes, his scent... that maddening scent says yes a million times. My
           own body's response is loud, so loud it's almost painful.
   The heat. The throbbing. I was falling. And nothing ever felt this good.
 I slide one hand around his back, marvelling at the way his spine curves and
 pull him closer as he presses his body close, arms latching onto my neck, his
                           lips crashing with mine.
And then our hips meet and I can feel him there and - Oh, this sweet torture -
                then he moans into my mouth and grips my hair.
                    I see stars as heat bursts through me.
He whimpers and my brain short-circuits. My voice is raspy when I whisper into
         his mouth. "Jimin.. Hyung.. It burns.. I'm burning for you."
 With a little sob, he reaches for my face and joins our lips together again,
                   all supple and wet, all teeth and tongue.
   And I hold on tight because it's all I can do to not give in to my body's
                             desires to have him.
                                  Right now.
                                      ~.~
                                    (Jimin)
 He is burning for me... Does it mean what I think it is. Does this beautiful
                          creature want me like this?
As I throw myself into that kiss, feeling so many things at once, I don't tell
                       him that he stole my first kiss.
               Because, I wouldn't want anyone else to steal it.
  My stomach explodes and melts into something like hot magma threatening to
 engulf my body. I feel so wanted. God, I can't get any more slutty than this.
   It doesn't help at all that I can feel the evidence of his want pressing
                             against my stomach. 
 We break the kiss and stand still for a moment, forehead to forehead, panting
 as we catch our stolen breaths, silently asking and gaining each others' much
                               needed thoughts.
                  This is new and familiar at the same time.
     There's the physical communication we've always had and there's this
             overwhelming, unknown sensuality and burning passion.
                   And of course, I burn for my Kookie too.
He puts his hand over my chest, right over my galloping heart. Then he takes my
       hand and places it on his heart, beating as frantically as mine.
                    I almost jump when he suddenly speaks.
"How do normal people do it?" He asks hoarsely and I'm at a loss of words for a
                                    second.
I don't exactly know what he's talking about. Sex..? Whatever he wants to ask,
                  I don't think I'm the right person to ask.
But he continues."Is it always like this for normal people? How do you cope up
with so much.. emotion? It's like my chest is going to explode, like everything
 is spiralling out of control.. I can't.. I can't breathe and I feel weak.. I
think I should sit down for a moment." He's still clutching at my hand tightly
as he sinks down to his knees - very gracefully, I might add - and sits back on
                                  his heels.
                 I've never heard him speak so much. At once. 
  He slings his arms around my legs and bumps his head on my thighs, moaning
                                    loudly.
  "Hyunggg~ What do I do?" His pout is too fucking cute for someone his age. 
                 "Kookie... Please, come on.. Let's get you--"
                 To my bedroom and we can jump into the fuc--.
                                      No.
"Let's eat breakfast first, yeah? Then we'll talk about.. us" He looks up at me
 from under his bangs, big doe eyes so innocent and intense at the same time.
 He gets up, slinging an arm around my waist, not losing contact as he sits on
                   one of the stools surrounding the island.
        He's shaking like a leaf as he nuzzles his face into my chest.
 Did he not know how hard it was for me to not make any noises when he touches
                       me like that? No, of course not.
 "There, there.. Let's eat first, Kookie. The cereal's getting soggy." In the
   end, I'm the only one who's eating slowly because Jungkook shoves all the
   cereal into his mouth - choking only once - and I end up in his lap as he
                     nibbles on my jaw while I still eat. 
                    I swat at his hand tickling my waist. 
                                  He laughs. 
It's hard to swallow the last spoonful, with the thought of a possibility that
     I might be the only one who can pour my soul into our relationship. 
                      But love makes you do crazy shit. 
                                       ~
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                                    (Jimin)
 "Jungkook, we need to talk." I push the cereal bowl away and turn to look at
        him. He rests his chin on my shoulder and tries to look at me.
                       But he ends up with crossed eyes.
 I giggle at that and he blinks, backing away to a fair distance with a bunny
                                    smile.
                 I slide off his lap and his expression falls.
Jungkook rises to his feet and holds my waist first and just when I turn around
       and grab his wrist, he places a hot kiss at the back of my neck.
 I gasp, shivering once at the goosebumps that raise on my skin. I throw him a
    glance and when he looks back at me innocently, fire licks at my skin. 
    I pull at his wrist and make my way to the stairs and into my bedroom.
Once in my room, I lock the door then, Jungkook gravitates towards the bed and
                 plops down on it, sinking into the mattress.
      He pulls me close and buries his face into my stomach with a groan.
My stomach jumps and my hand flies to hold his head just in case he decides to
                                venture lower.
                 I stroke his hair soothingly; he's quivering.
                             "Jungkook?" Nothing.
  "Jungkook, what's wrong?" I rake my fingers through his hair, tightening my
    hold on the strands at the base of his neck. "Speak out loud, please?"
  Finally, he tilts his head to look at me. "It hurts, hyung.." He whispers.
                                  "What...?"
 "I don't know what to do, you need to tell me how-" He swallows loudly. "Help
          me. You know things.. you always did. You need to tell me."
                                   Oh God..
"What exactly do you want, baby boy?" Jungkook's cheek have a sudden pink tint
                                   to them.
 "Hyung- I--" He pulls me closer until I'm straddling his legs. Then he loops
             his arms around my waist and looks at me expectantly.
The feeling of his strong, thick thighs under me makes my heart beat faster and
                         I press a palm to his chest.
             Tell me you want me. Please, I'll give myself to you.
                     "Tell me, Kookie. What do you want?"
                                Speak out loud.
      He opens his mouth and my breath hitches, anticipation building up.
 Jumgkook's lips crash against mine suddenly and I'm frozen in shock before I
                          respond, way too desperate.
                            I let go of my control.
 I fist his soft hair in my hands, body flushing with heat every time his lips
                        move against mine with fervor.
  Jungkook's fingers dig into my sides and I moan into mouth when he pulls me
              closer until our hips are flush with each others'.
     I break away with a rough gasp and grip his collar to pull him close.
Jungkook pants into my cheek and my hips buck, out of my control. He hisses at
                           that, eyes dark and wild.
  "Hyung.." He whines, voice light and airy. His doe eyes stare into mine and
                     there's heat radiating from my body.
"Tell me you want me. Kookie, tell me you want hyung." I place kisses over his
                         jaw and more down his throat.
I know that it's difficult for him to speak. But I need to hear him utter those
                                    words.
 "Speak. Now." I let my teeth sink into the thin skin over his pulse and suck
                                     hard.
            Jungkook gasps, hands flying to grip my hips painfully.
                "Yes! Hyung.. Ohh." I grind our hips together.
                                       ~
                                  (Jungkook)
                        Jimin hyung wants me to speak.
     He is asking for words when I am a shaking, throbbing and aching mess
       underneath him, unable to stop or even dim the fire inside of me.
      I am not used to feelings of this intensity and it tears me apart.
 But I don't want it to end, I just want – need – something. Something that's
                                 entirely him.
  "Speak. Now." If Jimin hyung wants words, he'll get them. Anything for him.
               His hips press against mine, makes my head spin.
There's desire coursing through my veins just at hyung's words and I don't know
                            how to voice them out.
  "You. I want you, hyung." It's extremely hard to spit those words out when
             Jimin hyung is in my lap, tongue lapping over a bite.
       "More." Jimin hyung breathes out, fingers digging into my thigh.
"Tell hyung more." My hands try to grab his thighs, to pull him close, to touch
                                     him.
But he slaps my hands away and a growl slips past my lips. I freeze, staring at
                     him like a deer caught in headlights.
A sinful smile curls hyung's lips and he leans closer until we're just an inch
                                     away.
"You wanna touch, baby boy? You want to touch hyung that bad?" His fingers curl
                around my wrists, restraining them from moving.
 "Please. Please. Yes." I whimper, slightly struggling in his hold. And I know
 that I'm stronger than him. I know that I can break free because his fingers
                           barely circle my wrists.
                But I don't, because I need hyung's permission.
"Not yet.." Still, Jimin hyung presses his lips to mine again and I almost moan
           in relief but his fingers only tighten their hold on me.
"Words, Kookie. Or else hyung won't know what you want." He whispers against my
    lips and his fingers leave my wrists, trailing to the hem of my shirt.
               I fist my hands, trying to stop their trembling.
 "Good boy." The praise has my body flushing warm and yearning to hear more of
                                      it.
"I want you really bad, Hyung! Want to make you mine." I blurt out. Jimin hyung
pulls back to look at me and there's a flush on his cheeks that makes his skin
                                     glow.
His fingers slip under my shirt and I shudder as his soft fingertips glide over
                                   my skin.
 "You don't know what you do to me, Jungkook." The use of my full name gets my
                     attention and his hands cup my face.
"You drive me fucking crazy." I've never heard Jimin hyung swear but it sounds
                    nice, falling from his innocent mouth.
   His warm brown eyes stare into mine and my skin prickles with more heat.
  "Now, I'll ask you some questions, Kookie. The quicker you answer them, the
                         quicker you get to have me."
            I nod rapidly, body aching to be closer to Jimin hyung.
                 "Have you touched someone like this before?"
"No, hyung. Only you." He seems to be quite satisfied with that answer because
                      he plants a rough kiss on my mouth.
"All mine, then." He groans, closing his eyes shut. My eyes drift to his thick
         thighs straining over mine and I gasp when my erection jumps.
               "Do you want to touch me without our clothes on?"
                                     Yes.
                         "Yes." Hyung licks his lips.
"Like this?" He pulls his shirt over his head and my mouth waters at the sight
                      of his milky skin and pink nipples.
   I moan out loud and jerk forward to press my lips to his delicate looking
                                 collarbones.
  Jimin hyung gasps, thighs tightening around me and his hands lock behind my
                     neck as I press kisses to his chest.
   I scrape my teeth over a pectoral, just over his nipple and roll the skin
                         underneath my teeth lightly.
         "Ah!" Jimin hyung cries out softly before he pushes me back.
 "Questions!" He gasps before he kisses me again and this time I let my finger
                              squeeze his thighs.
           I break the kiss and I reach down to take my t-shirt off.
Hyung clutches the shirt and pushes the fabric up to my chest before pulling it
                                off completely.
 He gives me hard shove and I fall on my back, head pressed into the pillows.
  Jimin hyung straddles my thighs again and this time when he grinds down, I
                       throw my head back with a groan.
"Do you know what we're going to do, Kookie?" He presses a palm flat against my
   stomach and his other hand grabs my hair to make me look him in the eye.
           My heart pounds in my chest. "We're going to h-have sex."
          There's a flicker of surprise that passes through his eyes.
"My Kookie's grown so much.. You know what we're doing, yes?" He presses a kiss
                                  to my jaw.
"Yes! I want to be inside you, hyung. Please-" My words get stuck in my throat
                 when his hands start undoing my belt quickly.
  He flings it to the side and then, without hesitating starts unbuttoning my
                       jeans and pulls the zipper down.
             He hooks his fingers under my jeans and looks at me.
 "Boxers, too." I reach down to push them but he does that for me, letting my
                             erection spring free.
     Hyung stares at it shamelessly and without warning flicks his finger.
     My hips buck up and I almost faint when he wraps his hand around it.
 "I already love your cock, Kookie." He licks his lips again and continues to
               stare as his hand moves at a painfully slow pace.
        I moan when his thumb circles the head, spreading the precome.
                           I want him like this too.
                                  Undressed.
 "Hyung. You too." He looks at me and he understands. He know what I want and
     pushes his sweats down his thighs and there's a blush on his cheeks.
           He lifts one knee at a time until he's completely naked.
  I'm blinded by his beauty and I can't look away from the soft looking shiny
                           skin and his lean body. 
"Come here." He pulls me up by my neck and I oblige, raising myself to meet him
                              halfway for a kiss.
      "Don't look at me like t-that." Jimin hyung's face radiates warmth.
 "But you're so beautiful, hyung. Can't take my eyes off you." There are reds
               and purples blooming over his chest like flowers.
                                  I did that.
"Hyung? Can I touch you? Like you touched me just now." He scoots closer until
          his cock hits my stomach and I let out a shuddering breath.
"Where do you want to touch, Kookie?" Jimin hyung asks as he reaches to open a
                          shelf of the bedside table.
 I wrap my arms around him, panicked that he's leaving me and end up grabbing
               his ass, my answer to his question shoved aside. 
       Hyung never told me if I could touch him here or not, I realise.
   Jimin hyung moans, his chest bumping into my face as he curses under his
                                    breath.
He positions himself in my lap again and I don't know where to look and what to
                                    touch.
  Jimin hyung open the lid of the bottle in his hand and drizzles a generous
                   amount of clear liquid onto his fingers.
              He holds up the bottle before me and I do the math.
  "Lube!" I gauge at his reaction and he giggles, nodding to confirm that my
                               answer is right.
                   I smile wide, happy that I got it right.
    "I'm going to prep myself. Will you kiss me, Kookie?" He asks sweetly,
                    spreading the liquid over his fingers.
"Hyung, should I do it for you?" Jimin hyung looks surprised that I offered but
                       he shakes his head with a smile.
        He leans forward and whispers in my ear. "Next time, baby boy."
                                Yes. Next time.
  I'm withdrawing my hands from his ass when he stops me. "Kiss me and don't
                  move." He reaches behind him, fingers wet.
 I waste no time in slotting our lips together and hyung sighs into the kiss,
                     hips raising off my thighs slightly.
 My fingers press into the soft flesh under them and the hunger's back with a
                                new intensity.
I deepen the kiss and Jimin hyung licks my bottom lip, moaning into my mouth. I
          grip his thighs and I groan at their softness and firmness.
    "Hyung.." I gasp into his neck, cock throbbing painfully for attention.
  "Please. Hurts. Want you so much. Jimin hyung.." He moans, neck arching and
                             finally looks at me.
 "Now, fuck me, Kookie." There's lust swimming in his brown pools and my heart
                              jumps to my throat.
     "Show hyung how much you missed him." His thumb traces my bottom lip.
"Show me that you can fuck me good." His words make me loose control and I grab
                          his hips and flip us over.
                            He gave me permission. 
          I push his thighs apart and let my eyes rake over his body.
 "Hyung.. I think I'll always burn for you." His legs wrap around my waist and
                  my cock is pressed hot and wet against his.
 Jimin hyung's eyes are glossy and there are so many new emotions that I can't
                                 decipher yet.
"I'll always want you, Jimin hyung." I align myself and I'm swept with so many
                                   emotions.
  "Kookie.. " Jimin hyung's hand trails down my chest and the other one curls
                                around my neck.
He pulls me close until our chests are pressed together and kisses me softly. 
    "You're my first. I've never done this before." I feel my brows knit in
confusion but before I can ponder about it, he moves his hips and I'm slipping
                                  inside him.
 I gasp loudly, eyes widening at the onslaught of the tight, wet heat. My hips
        slam forward until I'm completely in and Jimin hyung whimpers.
"Hyung.. So good." My moan comes from the bottom of my throat and my senses are
                    flooded with everything that is Jimin.
I focus my gaze on him and he's already looking at me. I see a single tear roll
                down the side of his face and my heart cracks.
 "Hyung! Are you hurt?!" My voice is laced with fear and I lean in to kiss the
                                  tear away.
 "No.. It will hurt the first time, Kookie." He presses his cheek to mine and
                           his voice turns breathy.
 "You feel so big, baby boy. Start moving, Kookie." I swallow before nodding.
 I slowly pull back and the tightness of his rim around my cock makes my eyes
                            roll back into my head.
    I thrust in a little harder and Jimin hyung moans, fingers clutching my
                     shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
   "Faster, Kookie. I'm fine." I pick up pace and soon there's sound of skin
     slapping against skin and Jimin hyung's sweet moans filling the room.
 My jaw slacks and I have to grit my teeth from coming into the heat that I'm
                                 buried into. 
                                       ~
                                    (Jimin)
"You don't know how long I waited for you, Kookie." I throw my head back with a
     loud moan when he hits the perfect spot inside, making me see stars.
"Oh god, Jungkook.." I pull him down for a kiss but it's all messy and wet due
                       to the fast pace of his thrusts.
 "Hyung.. Jimin hyung. You're perfect, making me feel so good." Jungkook moans
                        out, head buried into my neck.
       His grip on my hips tightens and I feel heat pooling in my belly.
"I'm c-close, Kookie. Ahh!" Jungkook lifts his head to stare into my eyes and I
   struggle to look back at him and not let my eyes roll back into my head.
Jungkook's eyes go dark and he shifts, until his knees are pushes under my hips
                    and my thighs are spread over his own.
 His eyes flick to where we're connected and he moans again, throwing his head
                                     back.
   Jungkook's thrusts pick up speed until my cock slaps my stomach with evey
                                    thrust.
"Hyung.. We look so good when we're connected. You keep sucking me in, hyung."
      My face flushes at his words and I fight the urge to hide my face. 
         "Nngh.." I claw at the sheets, heat washing over me in waves.
"J-Jungkook-- Ah.. So close!" There's precome pooling on my stomach and I swipe
             my hand over it to stop it from messing the sheets. 
                 I want to come untouched. Only by his cock. 
               Jungkook grabs my hand quickly and bends forward.
  My jaw drops open in shock when he wraps his lips around my fingers, hooded
                            eyes boring into mine.
  And then he moans like a slut, tongue dipping in between my fingers to lick
                                 them clean. 
  I come hard with his name as a scream on my lips, clamping down on him and
        Jungkook's hips stutter before I feel his hot come on my walls.
                   He slumps forwards, gasping and panting.
  Jungkook is still inside me when he lifts his head from my heaving chest. 
  "Jimin hyung! Let's do it again!" His eyes sparkle like gems and I'm still
                    coming down my high to think straight. 
                     Jungkook gets a pillow to his face. 
                                       ~
                                        
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     IDK WTF I JUST WROTE.. I FEEL LIKE I LET YOU GUYS DOWN TT
     You see, I couldn't let Jikook fuck their brains out because I had to
     keep it soft.
     And writing the first fucking is hard af and awkward. *cringes so
     hard, falls off the bed.*
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     updates in the future but I won't abandon this fic. NEVER.
     But I do promise to TRY updating quickly. Thank you so much for the
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                         Jimin has always been pretty.
            He looks so peaceful in his slumber. And other worldly.
Maybe I'm in some other realm where Jimin hyung loves me just as much as I love
                                     him.
 I never thought that hyung would let me -an eighteen year old - have him like
          this. He could have anyone he wanted and he still chose me.
           Someone who's five years younger than him. And autistic.
 It doesn't seen right.. Or fair, even. He deserves so much better than what I
      am. He at least deserves someone who express themselves 'properly'.
                            But it feels so right.
                                  So perfect.
My body is still warm and fuzzy, making me remember all the details of our love
                                    making.
  Or fucking, as Jimin hyung put it. And something tells me that Jimin hyung
                    prefers his choice of words than mine.
                              I like it, though. 
  I can still feel his hands on my skin, his mouth, soft plump lips pressing
                       themselves to my skin and mouth.
                            He made me feel loved.
   I still feel that warmth in my body, as I take in his scent and his warm,
                        smaller body pressed up to me.
           He has an arm thrown around my neck and tangled our legs.
From this angle, I can see his slanted eyelashes that flutter once in a while,
                     casting ghostly shadows on his face.
                      He's my version of Sleeping Beauty.
 The light falling through the window makes his skin shine. I move back just a
                        little, mesmerised by his body.
 His chest rises and falls slowly, peacefully, littered with pretty marks. The
 light continues to slip down his thin waist and highlights the curved jut of
his hip. The lower half of our bodies are covered with the sheets that I pulled
                    up when we were about to fall asleep. 
          I slowly lift his hand off my neck and scoot down the bed.
Jimin hyung has a hallo now. A golden glow behind him that gives his milky skin
                              a pale pink tink. 
           Looks like someone sprinkled gold glitter on Jimin hyung.
 Something warm and heavy settles into my chest and my heart's beat stutters.
     My hands itch to capture a million pictures of Hyung with my camera.
                         But I didn't bring it here..
  Hyung starts shifting, arm patting the space which I previously occupied. I
            stretch upwards, leaning into his touch with a giggle.
                             Jimin hyung is cute.
  His fingers tangle into my hair immediately and he sighs softly, snuggling
                                 closer to me.
 I have the sudden urge to kiss him. So I do. I put my hand at the back of his
             neck and lean forward slowly to press my lips to his.
 I move my lips softly and lick at his glossy bottom lip. Jimin hyung responds
        suddenly, hand tightening in my hair to press our lips closer.
He pushes at my chest until I'm rolled onto my back and breaks the kiss to look
                                    at me.
"Good Morning, Kookie." My cheeks heat up when I feel Hyung's thighs on either
                         side of my stomach, flexing.
"Good Morning, Jimin Hyung." I get a cute eye smile as a reward and I place my
            hands on his hips, hoping that he won't move too much.
 "How are feeling, hyung?" I trace circles over his hip bones with my thumbs.
"Lovely. And you, Kookie? Are you alright?" He leans forward to cup my cheeks,
                           worry clouding his eyes.
 "Never been better." I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers, noticing the
                    adorable size difference of our hands.
   He stares me for a second with a smile gracing his lips before he speaks.
                  "Maybe I should ride you next time, you--"
I don't have the time to blush because we're startled my the unexpected knocks
                                 on the door.
 "Jimin?" It's my mom and I frown, wondering why she came here when I already
                             wrote a note for her.
   Hyung's eyes go wide like saucers and he's suddenly scrambling off me. He
almost falls off the bed but I catch him just in time to pull him into my arms,
                            letting out a chuckle.
 Hyung gasps, face so close to mine and he flushes red when I kiss his cheek.
"Jimin? Are you awake? Jungkook's note said that he'd be with you." She knocks
again and I open my mouth to reply only to have Jimin hyung slap his hand on my
                                     lips.
 "Shhh!" He looks panicked as he gets off the bed and pulls on his clothes. I
              pout, sad that he's covering up his beautiful skin.
 "Yes! Mrs. Jeon. I'm awake. Just a moment." He's searching for his shirt and
        when it starts taking too long, I get up and pull on my jeans.
I open the door just as Jimin hyung slips his shirt on and he's frozen when my
                            mother comes into view.
Her worried expression turns into shock as she looks at me from head to toe, a
                           hand flying to her mouth.
  "Jungkook, why are you like this? What happened?" I hear Jimin hyung squeak
                                  behind me.
"Mrs. Jeon! I can explain-- Jungkook and I -- I mean, he.. No, I--" Jimin hyung
                        stutters and I decide to speak.
   "We slept together." Eomma's eyes widen comically at me for a full minute
            before she schools her features and clears her throat.
"So, you guys hungry? It's almost time for lunch." Her eyes dart between me and
              Jimin hyung and I nod, stomach growling just then.
Her eyes soften and she gives me a smile. "Get dressed, Jungkook-ah. Jimin and
                     I will wait in the kitchen for you."
                          She's taking my hyung away.
  "No. Jimin hyung will stay here. We'll come down in a few minutes, Eomma."
She opens her mouth as if to say something but closes it quickly and gives us a
                  funny smile before walking away with a nod.
 I'm closing the door when I hear Jimin hyung let out a squeak. I turn to face
                         him and he's completely red.
 "Hyung. What happened?" I pluck my shirt that's dangling off the foot of the
                         bed and pull it over my head.
             I take his hands in mine and hyung is visibly tense. 
"Kookie, why did you say that?" Jimin hyung's usual soft voice is shaky and my
                           hear sinks to my stomach.
         I tilt my head to the side, silently asking him to elaborate.
"You told your mother that we slept together, Kookie! What will she think of me
now?! Oh god.. She'll think that I seduced you or f-forced you into this-- And
  she'd never let me s-see you again. Jungkook--" Jimin hyung rambles and he
                       doesn't seem to be able to stop.
 So, I silence him with a kiss and relief spreads over me when hyung responds
             way too eagerly, pressing himself tight to my chest.
           "I didn't know that we were a secret, hyung. I'm sorry."
                                       ~
                                    (Jimin)
                                  This is it.
  I'm royally screwed, and Jungkook's mom will never let me touch him again.
                                     Fuck.
I force my train of thoughts to stop when we enter the kitchen but I almost get
  a heart attack when I see our mothers gossiping, whispering wildly to each
                                    other.
 They smile awkwardly when they spot us and before anyone can ever speak, Mrs.
                             Jeon walks up to me.
"Jimin, I want to talk to you about something. Do you mind coming outside for a
 bit?" Her smile is just a little stiff and I think she won't murder me. Yet.
 "Eomma! I wanted to eat with Jimin hyung.." Jungkook complains, throwing his
                  arms around me and pulling me to his chest.
          My face is on fire as my mother stares at us, jaw slacked. 
"Now, Jungkook. This is a little important, darling. Why don't you sit here for
 a few minutes? Jimin and I will just speak outside, okay?" Mrs. Jeon tries to
                assure him but he still doesn't look convinced.
"Yeah, Kookie. We'll be right outside. Will you help set the table? Then after
 our brunch, we can go hang out under the tree." Jungkook's eyes sparkle with
            excitement and I can't resist ruffling his fluffy hair.
He gives me smile." Come back soon, hyung." And he's already started talking to
                                    my mom.
   "Huh.. That's interesting." Mrs. Jeon whispers before making way outside
                       through the kitchen's back door.
The sun shines brightly in the sky and there air is a little humid. There seems
         to be miles and miles of fluffy green hills behind our house.
The green grass adds peace to the scenery and I wonder if Jungkook already took
                            pictures of this view.
  I follow Mrs. Jeon, who stops after walking a few feet away from the house.
   The tire hung on the tree swings ever so slightly with the summer breeze.
  "Jimin-ah.. " Mrs. Jeon stares off into the distance and I'm glad that her
                       complete attention is not on me.
 "You are aware of Jungkook's condition, right? He's different from the other
boys.. You can't expect things from him that he possibly can't give." Defence.
  She turns to look at me and my chest hurts with the pain that I see in her
                                     eyes.
"I know you mean no harm, Jimin.. But what do you want from my boy? You need to
tell me what your intentions and expectations are before you proceed further."
   She crosses her arms, staring at the ground as if bracing herself for my
                                    answer.
             "I love him." Her eyes snap to mine, suddenly fierce.
       "Love, you say? Are you sure, Jimin-ah? You just met yesterday."
   "Yes! Yes, I love him. I really do, Mrs. Jeon. I always have.. And I will
continue to love him--" My words get stuck in my throat when she starts shaking
               her head, face scrunched up as if she's in pain.
 "How can you say that?! Do you realise that both of you are five years apart?
 He's still very young, Jimin. And.. And what if he doesn't love you back? Is
  that okay?" Her voice rises with each word and I'm shocked at her outburst.
 "He might not be able to love you at all, Jimin. Is that okay? Will you still
 love my boy? I know now that he's smitten with you. He's been like that since
 he first met you.. " Her words lodge a lump in my throat and it suddenly hits
                          me how complicated this it.
"All that matters is that I love him. I don't care that he doesn't love me back
or he doesn't feel the same. I promise to not hurt him, Mrs. Jeon." I push the
 words past my lips and they grate harshly against my throat on their way out.
                         I have so much more to say.. 
    Jungkook's mother stays silent for a minute before nodding hesitantly.
   "You slept together? As in, intimately?" She doesn't look at me, clearly
                                uncomfortable.
   "Yes.. I swear it wasn't forced or anything-- Really!" A ghost of a smile
               appears on her lips for a second before she nods.
"Okay. I don't need details about that. But I swear to god, if I ever found out
    that you hurt my boy, then I'll r--" Her death threat is interrupted by
            Jungkook poking his head out of the kitchen back door.
 He squints at us."Hyung! You're taking too long! Get inside." He crosses his
    arms across his chest and I smile at his squinted eyes and pouty lips.
  "So he doesn't care that his mother is standing outside in the sun but only
worries about his hyung." Mrs. Jeon sounds angry but one look at her shows that
                           she has a fond smile on.
  "Young love." She sighs dramatically and for a second, the storm in my head
                                  calms down.
We start heading back in when she says. "I'm happy that he has you, Jimin-ah.."
                   She gives me big smile and I reciprocate.
  "Just remember that.. Your emotions vary at a large scale when compared to
           Jungkook's." She swings her hands beside her carelessly.
"What I'm trying to say is that," She tugs at my shirt to make me look at her.
 Her eyes are unfathomable. "My boy could love you more than you can possibly
imagine. I hope your are capable to feel it. Even if you can't hear his words."
          With that, she walks inside and starts talking with my mom.
   Leaving me behind with a million questions in my head and a shaken heart.
              Jungkook appears out of nowhere and holds my hand.
"Jiminnie hyung." I focus on him and his beauty takes my breath away, squeezing
                              my ribs painfully.
 "You look so pretty in the sun." His eyes turn into crescents with his bunny
            smile. He plays with my hair, eyes shining with wonder.
                       And I love you so much, baby bun.
                                       ~
Chapter End Notes
     I do hope you understand every characters' words and actions.
     Sorry for the mistakes. ~
***** But who could love me? *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm not sure if anyone is even reading this rn but.. Anyways. My
     college keeps me too busy to write this fic though I have so many
     drafts of the upcoming chapters. Sorry for leaving this hanging.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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                                       ~
  Brunch is already served by the time Jimin hyung and I enter back into the
house. We take a seat and our mothers start serving but it’s too quiet. I can’t
 turn my head to look at the mouthwatering food that’s right under my nose. I
can hear our moms talk about travelling and a ‘Jungkook’ and ‘Jimin’ in between
              but I just can’t listen because this is confusing.
Jimin hyung is not looking at me. It’s such a contrast from the breakfast this
morning when he sat on my lap and let me hold him. My lips twitch in an attempt
to pout before I control my facial features into something that’s suitable for
                                    my age.
 He looks lost, staring off into space as he makes small circles on the plate
with his spoon and Adam’s apple bobbing every few seconds. He looked fine a few
   minutes ago and it beats me why there’s a sudden change in his mood and I
struggle to recall something that I might have missed but then again what seems
                    right to me might not be right for him.
                        He’s not telling me something.
 Hyung..The word tickles on my tongue, desperate to get out of my mouth but I
press my lips together, placing my cutlery on the table softly. I place a hand
  on his knee, fingers coming in contact with soft skin from the rips of his
                                    jeans.
 He jumps and my mother speaks at the same time. “Jungkook-ah, why aren’t you
   eating? Are you not hungry, baby?” I settle my gaze of Jimin hyung’s full
                                    plate.
                   So it doesn’t matter if he’s not eating?
   “No. Not hungry, Eomma.” My stomach protests inaudibly by pressing hungry
                     fluttery butterflies into my insides.
                                 They tickle.
“Hyung,” I slip my index finger into the torn denim slit and hyung’s gaze meets
mine. “You’re not eating.” A pretty pink slowly seeps into his soft cheeks and
  I feel my mouth go dry as I watch the color turn them rosy, mesmerized from
                watching him blush while I’m this close to him.
His puffy lips part and I slips in another finger into the torn denim, meeting
 warm skin. It’s suddenly too hot and I freeze when I feel goosebumps erupt on
  his skin from under my fingertips. For a second, I want to slide under the
 table and bury my face between his thighs and kiss each and every tiny bump.
   Hyung would so good, lips parted as he pulls at my hair in anticipation-
 I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth as I realize that suddenly my pants
                                are too tight.
 “I- I was just..” Jimin hyung stutters, and I work on auto-pilot, turning to
face him. I slip my fingers as far as I can get and I’m able to hook my fingers
              into the underside of his knee. His breath hitches.
 “Kookie.” His small hand abruptly grips my wrist and I look at him, trying to
 understand his confusing behavior. Or maybe it’s normal to everyone and only
confusing to me.. Am I not allowed to touch him like this? But I want to and he
always let me touch him when we were younger. Hyung always let me cling to him
    like a desperate touch-starved kid. But then again, I was desperate for
                             affection back then.
   “You should eat.” He says softly, and I almost melt when he runs his hand
    through my hair, mussing up the strands, making me close my eyes at the
                                   feeling.
 “Only if you do, hyung.” A soft smile spreads over his lips and he nods, eyes
                                sparkly again.
  “After you’ve finished, come see me off, Jungkook.” Eomma gives me a little
   smile and I see Jimin hyung stiffen from the corner of my eye. Mrs. Park
        stands, taking her plate away with her as she starts speaking.
 “Jimin-ah, your father’s business trip will take longer than we expected so I
  was thinking of visiting him. Do you want to come along?” I turn to look at
hyung, waiting for his answer. His eyes meet mine for a second then they flash
                              back to his mother.
  “No, it’s alright. I have work to do, anyway. I’ll call him, thought.” Mrs.
      Park nods and I can’t contain my smile because - Hyung is staying!
The atmosphere is calm from there on as we finish eating while listening to our
mothers talk about a million and one things. Eomma leaves after brunch but not
                            before calling for me.
  “Let’s walk a little, Jungkook.” She loops her arm with mine and I turn to
  Jimin hyung, surprised to see him twisting the hem of his tshirt nervously,
                           nibbling his bottom lip.
   “I’ll be back, hyung!” He doesn’t look convinced, nodding hesitantly so I
untangle Eomma’s arm from mine and quickly walk to my small hyung and kiss him.
He stumbles a step back, mostly caught off guard and I follow his steps with a
                            hand around his waist.
  His lips are as soft as I remember and he disconnects our lips after a few
heavenly seconds, breathing harshly and cheeks aflame. He ducks his head, hair
          tickling my nose and I hug him, just feeling like I should.
“Hyung.” I lean back a little and he looks up. “Wait for me.” He nods, smiling
                                   a little.
Jimin hyung looks sad and when I turn around to look at my Eomma, she looks sad
                                   as well.
                                       ~
 We end up sitting in the living room. Eomma sits in the puffy recliner and I
throw a cushion underneath me and sit in front of the huge aquarium, staring at
  the different types of fish scurrying past each other and poking the glass.
   Some of them are so tiny, I’m worried that the other fish will eat them.
 “Did you eat well, Jungkook?” Eomma asks and I turn to look at her, nodding.
 “Yeah. It was good. Mrs. Park cooks well.” I offer a smile and she hums, lost
    in thought. I already know that she asked that question only to start a
                                 conversation.
  “You know, Jungkook.. You shouldn’t have said that today morning.” She goes
   straight to the point. Her eyes settle on her lap and she looks a little
                                uncomfortable.
        “What?” I turn to her completely, giving her my full attention.
 “Jimin was embarrassed when you told me that both of you slept together.” She
       meets my eyes and I’m all too familiar with the look in her eyes.
“But that’s what happened.” I frown at her, not getting the point. It was what
happened, the truth. She shakes her head softly and a few tendrils of her hair
                             slip out of her bun.
“I know that now. But you shouldn’t say it so directly, dear. It was something
very intimate. Personal, and it was supposed to be in between the both of you..
   at least until the both of you talk about it together and decide to tell
                                   anyone.”
           I take a minute to process her words and let them digest.
“Jimin was embarrassed to talk to me. I think he was scared as well.” She lets
 out a little laugh and I zone out, playing different scenarios. “It’s alright
  for me.. Whatever you do. As long as my baby doesn’t get hurt.” She gets up
                    from her seat to crouch in front of me.
                  Maybe that’s why Jimin hyung was so silent.
                    He must have been - is - uncomfortable.
                                Because of me.
  I focus on my mother when she runs a hand through my hair. I can’t help but
            notice how different it feels when Jimin hyung does it.
 “Jungkook-ah,” She runs a thumb over my cheek, eyes soft as she continues to
   gaze at me with a barely there smile on her face. Suddenly, I get a weird
feeling in my chest that makes me want to tell her things that I wanted to all
these years but couldn’t. She had always been there for me, looking out for me
                    and putting my needs first before hers.
                              She cared too much.
 “Don’t get hurt, okay? You’re my world, baby. Eomma can’t bear it if anything
 happens to you.” The only time I’ve ever seen her eyes his glossy and watery
    are when I had started crying the first time I was sent to that special
             boarding school. Back then, Eomma had cried with me.
"I won't. It's Jimin hyung." It's so obvious that that hyung can't - won't hurt
                                      me.
 “You’ve met your hyung after so many years so it’s normal to feel attached to
  him but please.. Be selfish if you have to. Think about yourself before you
think about him. He.. He might get tired, Jungkook-ah. Do you.. Understand? I-
 I don’t know how to tell you and I’m sorry if this hurts.” She plops down to
the carpet and scoots closer to me and I open my arms, letting her curl into my
                                     side.
             It feels different. Eomma is so small in my arms now.
 “I want you to tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable about anything, okay? I
 won’t let anything happen to you, Jungkook. Your Appa and I will be here for
  you all the time. Remember that. You’re not alone.” I nod, feeling too many
                          emotions at the same time.
    “Thank you..” I croak out and Eomma shifts to look at me properly. “I..
 Sometimes, I feel like telling you so many things.. but I don’t know how to…
 because there are so many things that I’m thankful about, Eomma. And it feels
 like there’s something heavy on my chest and I feel stupid that I can't tell
   you-“ I stop the senseless flow of words, and crank my neck to look at my
                                    mother.
 “I love you too, darling.” Eomma gives me one of her special smiles that are
  reserved only for me. Then she hugs me. “Just hug me whenever you can’t say
 what you want to.” Her eyes are like mine when she smiles wide at me. “Eomma
                                  will know.”
                             I nod again. “Okay.”
Eomma is silent for a while, gaze flickering back and forth between my eyes. I
continue to stare at her and she coos suddenly, pinching my cheek. “You know..
If you look at your Jimin hyung like this, I don’t think even god can stop him
  from falling in love with you.” She giggles and they sound light and giddy.
"He already loves me!" She blinks surprised before bursting out laughing. "Yah!
 Don't be a cheeky brat!" She tries to tickle me and I successfully escape her
                    hold and soot away, laughing with her. 
"If that's the case.. Good for you." She stands with a happy glow on her face,
 smoothing out her shirt with her hands. “Well then, Jimin must be waiting for
  you. Go on, I have some work to do.” When she’s almost disappearing up the
                          stairs, she call out again.
                            “Come back by dinner!”
  After staring at the lonely little fish swimming alone all by itself for at
                     least ten minutes, I leave the house.
                                       ~
  I sit on the fluffy grass, back resting against the rough bark of the huge
tree. I’m starting to have a soft spot for this thing already. Jimin hyung sits
 on the tire swing that hangs from a fat branch, exactly seven feet away from
                     me. His feet barely graze the ground.
                Maybe if he stretches his toes just a little..
 The sunlight peeking up the hills hits his hair, making it glow like a golden
 halo. He twirls around, the rope twisting against its will. I grab my camera
          and take a picture. And here it is, right now, in my hands.
                                     Art.
  I end up taking six pictures, all of them surprisingly capturing different
  emotions on his face that I failed to notice. He’s staring off into space.
                            Or.. He’s ignoring me.
 I don’t like that thought and I let the camera rest on the grass, standing up
from my spot. I make my way towards Jimin hyung and grab at the swing, stopping
             its motions completely, causing hyung to look at me.
 “Hyung.” He fists the hem of my t-shirt with hand and my heart beat picks up.
  “Kookie.” He answers. “What is it, bun?” My cheeks feel hot due to the soft
                                 gaze of his.
“What are you thinking about?” His gaze flicks to the ground and he proceeds to
                          hook a foot around my calf.
                                     “Us.”
The conversation with my mother suddenly strikes in my head and I speak before
                               I think too much.
  “Jiminnie hyung.. Am I difficult?” I ask him, feeling my eyebrows knot. He
looks surprised and he plants his feet on the ground - so his feetcantouch the
   ground - stopping the swing to a complete halt and face turning serious.
“Who told you that?” I remain silent, waiting for his answer desperately. When
continues to stare at me with a frown, I sigh. “I mean, I know that I am. It’s
                              a stupid question.”
“What?” He looks at me incredulously, sliding out of the tire swing to stand up
straight. “What are you talking about Jungkook?” He tilts his head to the side,
                      eyebrows drawn together as a frown.
Here it goes again. How do I explain all my thoughts to him when the words are
              overflowing on my tongue? It’s so damn frustrating.
   I clench my fists, opening my mouth in vain. I need time.. I need time to
  process my thoughts and Jimin hyung continues to stare at me questioningly.
    This, right here was the proof that I am difficult. Even as Jimin hyung
   patiently waits for me, shifting from one foot to another, even as a few
     minutes have passed since I last spoke, I can’t seem to say anything.
                              It’s not fair that
 Maybe I should first tell him the meaning and then substitute myself into the
                                  situation..
 “Difficult.. As in, hard or frustrating to deal with.” Okay, this is easy. I
can do it. “Since I can’t seem to understand you well, hyung. I shouldn’t have
 told my Eomma what we did earlier. It was.. Intimate. Private. I’m sorry for
making you feel uncomfortable. I promise to try to understand you better. I s-
swear.” My voice cracks on the end of my mini-speech and my breathing is rapid,
    as I understand the words better when they’re falling out of my mouth.
                 He must find it so annoying to deal with me.
  Jimin hyung’s eyes are wide, lips parted as he continues to gaze at me and
suddenly his bottom lip starts wobbling and his eyes turn glossy. He sniffles,
              bringing a hand to his mouth and closing his eyes.
  I think I just made it worse. He was supposed to feel better and somehow I
 messed up again. “Hyung..” It comes out as a panicked whine but I don’t care
 about that right now. “I’m sorry—“ Jimin hyung suddenly has my collar in his
                hands and I gulp, heart galloping in my chest.
“Don’t.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to my shoulder and wrapping an arm
   around me while the one holding my collar snakes around my neck. We stay
   pressed up to each other for a while in the afternoon sun, as it filters
                     through the canopy of leaves over us.
                                  It’s warm.
           I relax into Jimin’s hold, the silence now very pleasant.
  “Don’t you dare think about this kind of crap again.. You’re not difficult,
Jungkook. And you’ll never be. It’s my fault for not telling you about keeping
  our privacy. And, it’s fine even if you tell. I was just worried that your
 mother would kill me..” He lets out a nervous laugh, lifting his head to look
                                   up at me.
                        He smiles, lips curling softly.
 "I adore you, Jungkookie. You don't know how much.. You're the only one I've
ever loved and even if you can't stay with me in the future, I will keep loving
you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me.." He stops to suck in
                     a breath and rubs our noses together.
 "I'm the only one Jiminnie hyung has ever loved?" There's disbelief dripping
  from my tone because it seems impossible that an angel like him would ever
 spend time thinking about someone like me. And my mind's running fuzzy right
  now because Jimin hyung's lips are so close. Just a tilt of my head and.. I
 groan out loud, squeezing my eyes shut and he laughs, mesmerizing me further.
"Of course.. My first love, my first kiss, my first.." I open my eyes, waiting
for him to continue and the sultry look he gives me makes my tongue feel heavy
  and useless in my mouth. "Fuck." There's nothing romantic or innocent about
   that word but hearing t fall from his soft pillow lips that were pressed
  against mine just this morning makes my knees weak. I clutch at his shirt,
         stretching the fabric a little to much but I need him closer.
 "Hyung, again." He hums, head tilting to side and it only brings my attention
to his jaw bone. "Say it again. Wanna hear it again." Something changes in his
                  eyes and his smile turns not so innocent. 
    "My baby bun likes to hear me talk dirty?" He whispers into my ear, our
chests pressed together. I swallow hard, nodding shakily. "You're the only one
    to fuck me, Kookie. Are you happy that hyung gave you his virginity?" 
 "Yes. Yes. Yes, hyung! I'm so happy. Only I had you, hyung. You're only mine.
  Look how nice it sounds.. Jiminnie hyung is mine to love. Only mine." A low
 sound slips out of him and it's so soft and delicate and I want to hear more.
"W-Why don't you show hyung how much you love him, Kookie?" My bloods runs hot
 in my veins when he licks at my neck and I gasp, feeling my hardness twitch.
                             "Like this morning?"
 "Yes, just like that. We have a lot of things to discuss, baby bun.” I can’t
 seem to look away from his eyes that seem to be smoldering. My cheeks tingle.
“Hyung will be here to help you if you’re lost.” I stop breathing when his face
   tilts closer, hands going to grab his hips on their own and Jimin exhales
              sharply, pulling me closer by his hold on my neck.
“Why are your hands on my hips, bun?” I tense, breathing harshly when his lips
 brush my jaw and my whole body burnsas if it’s about to reduce into ashes any
  second. I loosen the hold of my fingers, almost withdrawing my hands, only
                      pausing when he clicks his tongue.
 “I never told you to take them off. Speak up, Kookie.” He nudges my chin with
 his nose and I open my eyes - that I don't even remember closing - to look at
 him, gasping at his closeness. “Tell hyung what you want.. And hyung will let
you have it.” I want to slap myself for not being able to speak when I have to
  especially since I babbled like a desperate horny idiot only a while back.
 “You just have to tell me.” He locks both of his hands at the back of my neck
and I rest my forehead against his, groaning softly. “Hyung.. Please.” I manage
   to pant, barely able to suppress my desire. It's too much already, and we
                         didn't even start anything. 
 “Please what?” He gasps when I press our hips together and my control snaps.
   "My hands are on your hips because I want to f-fuck you, hyung. So bad."
Without thinking, I crush our lips together. Jimin hyung stumbles back by a few
  steps but I pull his closer and move my lips against his, moaning at their
                                   softness.
  “J-Jungkook!” Jimin hyung gasps harshly after breaking the kiss but I’m not
 done yet and it’s not fair that he looks so tempting with pink, wet lips. So
naturally, I kiss him again with my hands in his hair this time, sucking at his
 lips and it feels so good. So, so good that I’m struck with a strong bolt of
  arousal that courses through me mercilessly, knocking the breath out of me.
                           It makes me want to melt.
   Jimin hyung moans into the kiss and grabs my hair to rip our lips apart.
  “Jungk-kook! Stop.. Wait!” I press kisses into his neck, feeling his pulse
flutter under my lips and it makes me crazy to know that I made his body react
                                 in this way.
 “Oh my god..” He pushes me lightly with a grunt and I stop this time, looking
at the art that I left on his neck. “I think I just provoked the beast.” We’re
           still catching our breath, gazes locked with each other.
                        “I wanted to kiss you, hyung.”
“And you did a very spectacular job of that.” His eyes glimmer mischievously as
he steps closer again, excitement radiating from his body. “We can have so much
fun. Show hyung what else you want to do.” He licks his lips, hand running down
                         from my chest to my stomach.
 “A-Anything I want?” I decide to be honest and make my confusion clear. Jimin
                      hyung swallow hard before nodding. 
“I want you, hyung. Like.. This morning. But.. I'll show you.” I watch out for
 any signs for discomfort but all I get are his molten eyes and swollen lips.
   “Of course. My Kookie can have his hyung however he wants and whenever he
     wants.” I nod, heart thudding painfully hard in my ribs as I let the
                             implication sink in.
        “Bedroom?” He links our fingers, pulling me towards his house.
    “My bedroom. I want to see you on my sheets.” I steer him in the other
   direction, catching him with a giggle when he trips on thin air, a blush
                             coloring his cheeks.
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