It's during meals when Jimin brings the chopsticks to his mouth and slurps the noodles, lips parting in a small pout at the slight burn from the spice.

Jungkook sits opposite and on reflex, he reaches forward and brushes his thumb against Jimin's bottom lip.

Regardless of the number of times he kissed Jimin, he'd never get used to how soft and plump the man's lips were. His eyes were glued to the older's lips, causing Jimin to squirm slightly under his gaze.

"Kookie?" he mumbles.

"Your lips are a poem I can never get tired of reading," Jungkook whispers as if in a daze and Jimin turns beet red.

Jungkook leans in and presses his lips against Jimin's, the older male squeaking in slight surprise but eventually melts into the kiss.

Jungkook can never get enough of these little things.

To be continued