Read notes at end of the chapter for some clarification regarding their past.

*Smut Warning - Jikook gets hansy pansy*

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Too much of anything is good for nothing.

While all the attention he received during the past four days was good and heart-warming, Jimin was starting to get annoyed with Jungkook. The man wouldn't even let him get out of the bed.

He was a bit perplexed when Jungkook took him to his apartment straight from the hospital. He expected to go home with Hobi hyung, who instead said he had work and asked if Jungkook could look after him. The youngest readily agreed and the nose-scrunching smile he gave almost blinded Jimin. His heart flipped and he couldn't say no.

It was when Hobi hyung winked at him and whispered at him to enjoy he knew he was doomed. Jimin felt betrayed though it was exciting to an extent. He didn't want to be a burden, especially with guilt eating away at him. He didn't deserve the kindness the youngest showered him with.

Jungkook had called in sick, claiming he caught flu and shifted all work to home. Taehyung attended the meetings on his behalf. Jimin being the personal manager had to work closely with Jungkook, so no one in the office knew about his accident. There were a few rumors that were curbed by the security team and Jungkook calling in sick had diverted the attention directed to Jimin.

As for work, Jimin did nothing. He was in no position to work on Tuesday after coming home since he had trouble focusing with a headache on. Then during the following days, Jungkook insisted him to rest and didn't allow him to do anything. Hobi hyung visited every day while the others checked in on him through texts.

Now as he sat at the kitchen counter that also served as a dining area after arguing with Jungkook for over fifteen minutes just to come down and eat, he'd had enough. Jungkook's apartment was luxurious, yet simple. The large living room opened to the spacious open-concept kitchen and dining area in the right. The two bedrooms and a third-one now converted into a personal gym were on the left side separated by a small hallway. Walking from the first room to the kitchen wasn't a huge deal.

It was Friday night and Jimin was longing to go out. The injuries didn't bother anymore. His knee was surprisingly healing well and hurt only if he put more weight on his knee.

"I'll do the dishes since you cooked," he offered and went to collect the empty plates.

Jungkook beat him to it and collected the plates. "No, let me do it."

"I won't break, Jungkook-ah," Jimin said. His voice came out a bit louder than he intended, laced with annoyance. "It's just some scratches." He pushed Jungkook aside and started washing the plates without waiting.

Jungkook stiffened, his hands falling to the sides and lower lip jutting out. Guilt flooded Jimin but he ignored it. The youngest was overworking himself already. He should be the one taking care of him. Jimin huffed as he scrubbed the plates. However, Jimin forgot his annoyance when Jungkook hovered behind him, hands snaking around his waist and chin coming to rest on his shoulder.

Jimin froze momentarily, very much aware of the way Jungkook's hard muscles pressed against his back. His broad frame almost swallowed him as he gently coaxed the plate from Jimin. He wanted to protest, however, his words came out as a short breath when Jungkook simply turned his head to press his lips to the side of Jimin's neck.

A tremor raked his body and his eyes fluttered to close. Jungkook's warm breath fanned over his skin, lips ghosted on a particular spot barely touching but leaving him anxious for more. Jimin breathed through his mouth. He opened his eyes when Jungkook took both his hand in his rinsing them clean. Jungkook inched closer, his front pressing to the curve of his ass.

Jimin's breath caught on his throat Jungkook teased his skin with his tongue—a short, quick flick. Then he moved away. Jimin released a breath he was holding, slowly realizing Jungkook had already finished the dishes and even wiped Jimin with a dry towel.

When he whirled around, Jungkook was already walking out of the kitchen with a bounce in his steps, whistling low under his breath. He disappeared into the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Did he just— Jimin narrowed his eyes as he gritted his teeth.

You do not get to tease me and leave like that.

A smirk quirked his lips and Jimin suddenly bent, holding his left knee with a loud hiss. He purposefully knocked the kitchen stool knowing the youngest could hear him. Just as expected Jungkook ran inside, doe-eyes wide with concern. Jimin bit his lip, slightly averting his face to hide the laughter. When the youngest was close enough, he caught Jungkook and twisted their bodies in a blink of an eye, relishing the surprise registering in Jungkook's face before latching his mouth onto the exposed skin on his neck.

Jimin had him trapped with his back against the kitchen counter. Jimin didn't realize what came over him, but when his brain finally registered what he had done it was too late. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin in a tight embrace. Jimin released the skin, blinking rapidly.

Shit.

The youngest smelled heavenly, his intoxicating cologne enveloping him. Jimin's heart cartwheeled inside him. He inhaled deeper, breathing in his calming scent. Before he knew, he was leaning closer, running his nose along the column of Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook visibly shuddered in his arms. Jimin lifted his head as Jungkook dropped his head to the back, exposing his neck. His pink lips slightly parted, eyes closed, breathing growing ragged as his fingers dug into Jimin's hips.

Jimin licked his lips, something suddenly flashing in his mind. Another time, another memory—the image all too same—when he had the youngest at his mercy.

Jimin planted his right hand above Jungkook's heart, feeling the way his heart thundered under his palm, left hand lifted to grab the back of his neck, kneading the skin gently before crawling to thread his hand through Jungkook's hair and reattached his lips to his neck again. He placed an open mouth kiss on his succulent skin before sucking the spot, alternating between kissing and nibbling. Jungkook let out a strangled moan, one of his hands flying to cup Jimin's head, long fingers tangled with his blonde hair.

Jimin released Jungkook's neck, proud of the purple bruise forming on the pale skin. He tilted his head, angling the youngest to attack the other side. Jungkook breathed harder, his breathing coming out as short pants. Jimin lifted his gaze, observing the way his stoic boss biting his lips to stop the moans from spilling.

A devilish smile curved his lips as he dragged his lips from his neck to jawline, nipping, and peppering soft kisses. Jungkook leaned to Jimin only for the latter to pull away. The youngest opened his eyes, panting as he searched for something in Jimin's gaze.

Jimin didn't know what came over him, but seeing Jungkook flustered like that filled him with a sense of satisfaction. He cupped the side of Jungkook's face, tracing his soft cheek with a thumb. Jungkook eagerly leaned forward when he licked his lips. But Jimin wasn't going to give in right away. He wanted to tease, make the youngest beg for it, so he dodged Jungkook's lips brushing his lips on his cheeks.

Jungkook growled diving in for the kiss, and Jimin let him. A part of him wanted to pull back, tease him more, but another part of him wanted to surrender. The youngest kissed him with a need that made his toes curl. Unlike the other two kisses they shared, this started fast, but soon the youngest had slowed his pace. Jungkook sucked at his lower lip, demanding entry, which Jimin gladly gave. After all, Jungkook was a fantastic kisser.

He kissed him so well that Jimin always felt dizzy after it. The light-headed feeling was so similar to that of a time he got drunk and Jimin decided he could get drunk just from the kisses the youngest gave him. Jungkook swept his tongue inside Jimin's mouth tasting every inch before sucking at his tongue.

Jungkook's hands ran along the length of Jimin's body, tracing the soft curves before resting his hands on his ass. Jimin gasped when Jungkook squeezed the firm flesh, kneading them softly. Jimin slipped his hands under Jungkook's black t-shirt, feeling the warm, soft yet firm skin, tracing every line of his taut muscle before pausing to circle his nipple.

Jungkook shuddered again, moaning into his mouth. Very sensitive, huh? It was then Jimin pushed forward, taking control of the kiss and Jungkook let him. He continued to tease Jungkook's nipple, enjoying the soft tremors that raked Jungkook's body. Jungkook arched his hip, rubbing his growing arousal against Jimin's.

Jimin pulled away, trailing wet kisses down Jungkook's neck. He tugged at the t-shirt and the youngest eagerly lifted his hands too happy to get rid of the material. Fuck. Jungkook was gorgeous, his chest was broad, waist so thin, and lined with ropes of muscles. He was a treat to eyes. How would he taste?

Jimin leaned forward kissing the soft skin before sucking on one of the nipples. His tongue swirled around the tiny bud as Jungkook's hand flew to Jimin' hips again.

"H-hyung..." Jungkook's broken moan was too sinful for his ears.

Jimin responded by rolling his hips into Jungkook.

"Shit," Jungkook cursed. "H-hyung...we...we...ah—"

Jimin had pushed his good leg between Jungkook's thighs and bent his knee so it brushed against his arousal. Jungkook's head dropped to Jimin's neck, his breathing heavy, chest heaving.

"You were saying..." Jimin teased, sucking his other nipple.

"I...I..."

"Mhmm..."

"You're h-hurt. We should s-stop."

Jimin lifted his head. "You want me to stop?" he asked in a husky voice that he never used with anyone before and watched another shudder raking Jungkook's body.

"H-hyung..."

Jimin stepped back from the youngest. Jungkook blinked multiple times, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. Jimin's irritation flared. It was just a fucking kiss and he could handle himself just fine. Well, what does his leg has to do with the entire ordeal anyway?

"Okay. I'll be in the living room if you changed your mind."

As much as it hurt him, Jimin retreated with slow steps and walked to the black leather couch. He crossed his legs, taking deep breaths as the fog in his brain began to clear. What was that? Should they even do this? He closed his eyes and reclined on the couch, resting his head on the backrest. It was too soon. They shouldn't be jumping each other's bones yet. But hell be damned. The image of Jungkook's face kept popping in his mind. The youngest looked so delectable with his disheveled hair, swollen lips, and a flushed face.

He shouldn't have left. His fists clenched as he tried to control his own arousal. Damn. When was the last time he was this aroused? He didn't remember. Because there was no last time. Jungkook was the only man who could do this to him. He never felt anything for anyone before, their history together be damned. Jimin focused on their present like his doctor hyung said. He had told him to follow his heart. And his heart now wanted Jungkook.

He almost jumped when he felt the soft touch on his thigh followed by a kiss on his neck. Jungkook's familiar warmth enveloped him. Jimin opened his eyes, tilting his head lazily as he fought the sense of victory in his mind.

"I need you," Jungkook said, kissing his neck. "Touch me, hyung."

Jimin's hands flew to Jungkook's head, his eyes blacking out for a moment.

"Touch me, hyung. Make me yours."

Jimin grabbed a fistful of Jungkook's hair crashing their lips together. He kissed him with such ferocity that Jungkook was moaning into his mouth.

"P-please, hyung. I want to be yours."

Jimin pushed Jungkook on the couch, hovering above him. "You want me?"

Jungkook nodded, lust clouding his eyes. "Want you so badly, hyung."

"So needy, huh?" Jimin whispered, kissing the corner of Jungkook's mouth, he let his tongue out teasing the small area. He did the same to the other corner of his mouth before going to kiss the small mole under Jungkook's lower lip. He kissed his jaw, gently nipping his skin, let his warm breath brush his skin, and watched his satisfaction as goosebumps broke out on Jungkook's skin.

"Only for you."

"Do you trust me Kookie?"

"Y-yes."

"Mhmm...What do you want Kookie?" His lips latched to Jungkook's neck again, sucking gently.

"You." Jungkook breathed, his chest rising and falling quickly, hands fisting with Jimin's t-shirt.

"On your back, Kookie. Keep your hands right there."

"Hyung..."

"Shh...Let hyung take care of you."

Jimin grabbed his hands pinning them above Jungkook's head. "Keep it there." He kissed his lips again, soft and gentle. He trailed his lips all over his body, intending to kiss every inch of Jungkook's skin, hands exploring his body in a soft caress. Jimin left a trail of soft kisses along the valley of his chest, ribs, and abdomen. He ran his finger along Jungkook's thin waist, one finger slightly dipping under the band of his shorts.

"Jungkookie...no one else will ever touch you like I do."

The youngest looked so soft and fragile. Naked skin flushed pink and eyes burning with passion.

"Don't want anyone else."

Jimin lifted his head, breathing harder as he blinked. Jungkook didn't look that young anymore. But he was still Jungkook.

"H-hyung..." Jungkook whimpered. "P-please..." He panted as he tugged at the arm of the couch above his head, back arching. "T-touch me, hyung." His hips lifted off the couch.

Something snapped inside Jimin. He pinned Jungkook's hip to the couch, careful not to bother his left knee. There was something about the way Jungkook begged for his touch. His hands trembled when he reached to feel the youngest through his clothes, but the effect his touch had on Jungkook was immediate.

Jungkook mewled and whined, almost sobbing when Jimin palmed his cock. Jimin shoved the nagging images at the base of his mind. He liked this. He liked the effect he had on Jungkook. He liked having him underneath him, begging to be touched.

Fuck. His moans. Those angelic moans send delicious shivers down to his cock.

In a swift motion, he tugged the shorts along with briefs, revealing the swollen cock that leaked with pre-cum. Jimin grabbed the shaft of the cock, feeling the softness in his hands. Jungkook gasped, throwing a hand over his face, back arching.

Jimin circled his thumb over the head of the cock. His other hand rubbed Jungkook's inner thigh.

"W-won't last long. Ah..."

"H-hyung...I...I..."

"Come for me, Kookie."

Another image flashing inside his head. Jimin bent wrapping his lips around Jungkook's cock.

"Fuck!" Jungkook's hips jerked, legs closing but Jimin wrenched them open with a low growl in his throat. He slipped one hand under Jungkook's ass bringing him close to his mouth while the other held his hip in a firm grip.

"Oh, god! H-hyung...oh..."

Jimin bobbed his head, twirling his tongue around the head, as he tasted the saltiness. Loud obscene moans of the youngest drifted around him,

"Feel so good..." Jungkook mumbled thrusting his hips up. "Hyung...oh...hyung..." the youngest moaned. Jimin lifted his gaze to see Jungkook tugging at his own hair. Jimin hollowed his cheek suddenly pushing the cock deeper into his throat.

Jungkook let out a stream of curses, lips chanting hyung over and over. He threw his head side to side, biting down his lips, choking on his moans.

Fuck. That was hot as fuck. Jimin's cock throbbed, but this wasn't about him. He promised to take care of the youngest. He sucked him hard and fast only to slow down to lazy licks when the youngest drew closer. He massaged his thighs, gripping his ass and squeezing them. Jimin kissed Jungkook's pelvis littering kisses along his inner thigh.

"So...close..." Jungkook writhed. "Hyung...don't stop please..."

Hands flailing above his head, yet restraining from reaching out for Jimin.

Soft sobs slipped out of his mouth when Jimin gave kitten licks on his cock.

"Waited for too long, hyung." Jungkook breathed harder and Jimin noticed the tears streaks. "D-don't tease me. Not today."

Jimin hummed, removing his mouth to grip Jungkook's cock in his hand. "Tell me, Kookie... How do you want to do it?"

"Don't care," Jungkook breathed. "J-just wanna come for you."

"Then come for me, Kookie." Jimin took him in his mouth again, diligently working as if he'd done this a hundred times before though he remembered none of them. Those moans were like music—so sinful, only for his ears. Jungkook thrust his hip upward meeting his mouth halfway. His movement growing frantic, so full of need.

Jimin knew when Jungkook was close. It could be the way his body clenched under his hands, or the way his breath hitched or the way he choked on his moans. Jimin knew. He hollowed his cheek quickening his pace. Once. Twice. Thrice. Jungkook came, screaming his name louder, his hips thrusting weakly as Jimin swallowed it all.

He didn't let go even when Jungkook's cock went limp in his mouth. He licked him clean, the youngest squirming under him because of over sensitivity.

"Hyung...please..." Jungkook mumbled. "C-can't...T-too m-much...ah..."

Jimin released him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Thanks, hyung."

Jungkook grinned, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Thanks for making me yours."

"I love you, hyung."

Jimin clutched his head, sudden pain shooting through his head.

"Hyung?"

Jimin blinked, his vision growing blurry.

"Hyung..."

Jungkook's sound grew distant.

"I belong to you, Kookie."

Jungkook smiled, his nose scrunching, bunny tooth flashing.

"And I'm yours."

Jungkook was sixteen and too young when they began dating. Their first time together was on Jimin's birthday, two years later when Jungkook was eighteen. It was first time for both and Jungkook didn't know what to do, so he asks Jimin to take care of him. 

During the initial stages of their relationship Jimin tops Jungkook. However, that soon changes when Jungkook grows up. They do switch once in a while, but Jimin prefers bottoming. 

Anyways, here in this chapter Jimin gets flashes of his memory from the past when he gets closer to Jungkook. The italics dialogues shows the fragments of his memory. He remembers something, but it results in an intense headache that causes him to blackout.

Now that they crossed the boundary...don't expect them to keep their hands to themselves. 

He he...I'll stop here.

Oh, also Jikook is the main ship, so the only sexual content you read will be about Jikook. Though there are other characters as side ships, there is sweet romance, but it won't go deep. They're there because they help the plot. Can't just move forward with just two characters, can I? I like drama. 

Until we meet again...💜💜💜