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Jungkook woke up to Jimin cuddled up in his arms. With his eyes still closed, Jungkook hummed and squeezed his boyfriend's body tighter to his own. He breathed in Jimin's hair, the smell of his lilac perfume hitting his nose, before he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

He felt so warm, then. His chest bursting with enough energy he felt he could run a marathon.

God. He was happy.

"You're up?" Jimin asked sleepily, cuddling into the bed sheets further with a soft smile on his lips as his hand stretched over Jungkook's chest and rested there. "Good morning lovely."

Jungkook grinned. "Lovely? That's a new one."

Jimin kissed Jungkook's shoulder and then his breathing started to even out once more as he fell back asleep just as easily as he'd waken from it.

Jungkook furrowed his brows, finally shaking off the daze of a good dream and last night's events flushing back to him in a rush. The face of Namjoon's wife, someone who'd followed them to LA, flashed first followed by the smile on Namjoon's face as he bought flowers for her. Then the deep feeling of both panic and betrayal. Anger and guilt like they'd been stabbed into him.

His body still ached from sobbing last night. He couldn't remember how long he'd cried on Jimin's floor or how Jimin got the two of them into bed, but he could remember how safe he felt falling asleep. How Jimin held his hand and Jungkook could think of nothing else but the feel of it in his palm. The juxtaposition of it.

How had they once hated each other?

Jungkook moved some of Jimin's hair out of his face and Jimin stirred. What exactly are we? He wondered quietly to himself. Dating? Casually hooking up? Something else entirely? Was he just feeling insecure?

Jimin. He some how was sleeping next to his idol. Park Jimin. The best actor of their generation. The master of his craft. And somehow not only had Jungkook managed to film a movie with him, but get Jimin to say I love you without paying him to.

Jimin smiled, scooting closer to Jungkook before opening his eyes. "Want to play?" He asked and Jungkook grinned. He thought of Jimin's palm in his again, holding Jungkook as he shook during his panic attack last night. He looked at Jimin now, the adoration in his eyes lacked any wavering.

"Always." Jungkook said and Jimin grinned, shifting on top of Jungkook so that he was straddling him. His hands went down by Jungkook's shoulders so that he was just leaning over him, the covers draping down his lean back.

Jimin leaned down and kissed Jungkook sweetly on the nose before connecting their lips together and sucking on his lower lip. Jungkook let out a hungry moan, shifting forward to deepen the kiss as the two boys found a rhythm against each other. The kisses were long, pushing and pulling as if there were no sweeter act in the world.

Jimin's hands went to Jungkook's waist and pushed it down, forcing Jungkook against the bed frame and unable to grind along with the kisses. Jungkook instantly whined and Jimin only held him in place stronger as he started to grind his own hips against Jungkook's cock at his own set pace. The second Jungkook moaned Jimin was back to kissing him, each slow push of the kiss Jimin paired with brushing his hips down and adding pressure against Jungkook's cock.

Any time Jungkook tried to buck his hip up to get more than Jimin was dishing out, Jimin would press Jungkook's hips right back down in place. It drove Jungkook absolutely wild, his legs stretching under him and his breath taking on a life of his own. He wanted to beg Jimin to go faster, to push harder, but Jimin would kiss him each time the words started to form in his throat.

"Hands." Jimin said and Jungkook obeyed as Jimin sat down in his straddle against Jungkook's cock. He didn't move, didn't shift, simply made contact and Jungkook nearly came. He didn't move his hips, scared Jimin would jump right off if he did, and gave his hands up to the mercy of the beautiful, evil creature before him.

"Good." Jimin grinned, shifting his hips back and forth as he began to him, pulling out a rope from the drawer head his bed and starting to tie Jungkook's wrists together. He shifted so innocently, like he was simply dancing to a song on his lips, as he worked. Jungkook couldn't control his breathing, his legs burning with strain with every small movement. Jimin sped up and Jungkook nearly cried from the sudden build up of pleasure.

Then Jimin fully stopped and got off of Jungkook.

"Please." Jungkook cried and Jimin smiled a sweet, innocent smile. He was so beautiful, Jungkook thought as Jimin cupped Jungkook's cheek and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Do you trust me?" Jimin asked.

"Yes." Jungkook replied, as he always did. Surprised to feel that he always would.

"Good. Then stay." Jimin said and walked out of the room. Jungkook would have finished off the job Jimin had started if it weren't for the fucking ropes keeping his fingers from being able to physically wrap around anything.

God he was going to go crazy. All he could think about was the release Jimin's evil actions had started and the way the only man with the control to grant it had just left the room. His heart raced and his mind was alive with a begging ring.

Then Jimin walked with a bowl of ice.

"Get back on me, babe. Or I promise that no penguin will ever be named after you so long as I live."

Jimin batted his lashes and smiled. "Now, how can I refuse that?" He said as he walked over slowly, swaying his hips slightly before setting the bowl and tube of toothpaste on the bed stand. He took his time, tracing a finger down Jungkook's side and watched with delight in his eyes at the way Jungkook's entire back arched at the single touch.

Jimin smiled, "As you wish." He said and climbed back on the bed to straddle Jungkook again, taking off both their boxers so that they slid off on the floor. Then, he took Jungkook's arms and added a knot so that they were tied to the head of the bed above Jungkook's head. He kissed Jungkook's cheek before using his hands to explore Jungkook's chest, all the time slowly grinding on him.

He kissed Jungkook's lips and Jungkook sucked on the kiss like it was his one life-line to ride the pleasure building up behind his eyes.

"Tell me to stop and I will. No questions asked."

"Do it. Whatever you're planning. Do it."

Jimin giggled, clearly pleased, as he grabbed an ice cube from the bowl.

"You're beautiful." Jimin hummed before putting the ice between his lips. He put a hand to Jungkook's chin and forced him to look him in Jimin's beautiful brown eyes before Jimin leaned down and connected the ice to Jungkook's chest.

"Fuck." Jungkook cried, bucking up his hips just for Jimin to shove them back down as he had earlier. Jungkook cursed through another moan, pleasure burning like a Hell storm through his body, begging for a release.

Jimin started to trail the ice down Jungkook's chest and he felt it melt slowly causing drips of water to go down his body.

When Jimin was right above Jungkook's dick, he let the ice go when it hit his crotch. Jungkook was pulling on the ropes that held his hand. His chest was on fire from the toothpaste and the ice reversed the sensations that drove him nuts a second ago. The cold was such a shock to his system and his hands were powerless to stop it.

God it felt so good. He wanted it to go on forever and yet end it all at the same time. Jimin drove him crazy, made his sight blind.

"Jimin." Jungkook heaved. "If you don't help me soon, then the second you get me out of these ropes I will destroy you."

Jimin giggled. Giggled. The beautiful demon.

"Then do it." Jimin said as he crawled back up. He wrapped one hand around Jungkook's dick and began to pump and he used the other to expertly free Jungkook's hand from the rope.

The second he felt the ropes leave his skin, Jungkook lunged, reversing their positions so Jimin was underneath him on his stomach with Jungkook towering over him. He couldn't think, could barely speak, as he shoved himself into Jimin who finally let out a moan so loud it shook the room. Finally. Finally Jimin was the one heaving. Jungkook tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he soaked in every grunt, every pleasurable cry, every loud moan as if it were wine made by Gods.

He kept going, pushing and pushing and pushing until Jimin slumped under him and Jungkook finally reached his own release. He flipped over into his back, finding Jimin's hand and holding it in his own as they panted, staring up at the ceiling. Both of them were still heaving as Jimin laughed.

"We still have to shower." He managed to say and Jungkook let out a single laugh so strong it hurt his chest.

"I don't know if I can even move thanks to you."

Jimin laughed again and then they laid in silence for a while before Jimin squeezed Jungkook's hand.

"About yesterday. You don't have to talk about what happened with me if you don't want to. But I ... I've never seen anyone break down like that. I mean, I have. I've had panic attacks, I mean. I've just never ... seen one. How are you feeling?"

Jungkook smiled, turning his neck to look at the concerned crease of Jimin's brow and the pout on his lips. If he could move he'd kiss him all over again.

"I'm weirdly okay, Jimin. Really. Thank you for taking care of me even though we had that disagreement."

Jimin have a small nod. A moment passed.

"Did it have to do with Namjoon?"

"It did."

Another nod. "I'm here whenever you're ready." Jimin simply repeated and then squeezed Jungkook's hand again.

"Did Jin give you panic attacks?" Jungkook asked. "You said you've had one before? I think yesterday was my first one."

Jimin's blinked, like his mind went somewhere far away.

"Yea. I think looking back on it I was really unhappy for a very long time. But I'm not sad anymore, Jungkook. I'm not afraid of much. I'm not afraid of anything, really, when I'm with you."

Jungkook smiled. He wasn't sure exactly why hearing Jimin say that meant so much. It meant the world, actually. Maybe Jimin wasn't ready to go public, and maybe some more time was okay, but it loosened a knot in Jimin's chest to hear that he was happy together.

"I'm happy too, Jimin. I think it's possible that we both can be. Healed and - maybe not whole - but happy."

Jimin brushed his thumb on Jungkook's fingers on their grasped hands and suggested again that they should get up and shower. He added that he'd make waffles which Jungkook immediately took over the idea in fear of Jimin burning down the entire apartment. Jungkook was right, of course, because the fire alarm did go off when Jimin burnt the first waffle and they ended up ordering take out instead.

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- Vio