Jimin gave himself a once over in his mirror, dabbing the peach colored lip gloss that had missed the edge of his lips before stepping back to give himself a once over.

He'd moved back into his own apartment, the dusty space freshly cleaned after he'd woken up with a feverish need to do something grounding. He planned to do a plant run with Seokjin over the weekend to bring some more life back in the space, now aware of how bare it looked without his clumps of clothes and duffle bags. Only his bed was covered with the heap of outfits he'd tried on for his date with Jungkook. After far too many changes, he had settled on a pair of tight black faux leather jeans and a thin pink sweater to match. The material flowed on his body, cut with a wide neckline so that Jimin's collarbones and shoulders were exposed.

He'd put some extra effort into his makeup; subtle gold glitter danced above his thin eyeliner while brown mascara haloed his eyes. He'd put a layer of base foundation on, adding some color to his cheeks with a light peach hue and then carved his cheeks with some contour after.

Time had ran since he'd first gotten out of the shower, Jungkook texting he was already on his way to pick Jimin up for their date. It'd been therapeutic to get ready so slowly, the immobilizing tightness that usually gripped Jimin's lungs loosened with each minute he'd dolled himself up. Chappell Roan was playing through a speaker: it was gay, it was pop, and it was exactly what he needed to hype himself up.

Jimin jumped as his phone started to buzz. He let the phone ring until the call ended, texting Jungkook to wait like a good boy and that he would be down any minute. To which Jungkook called Jimin a tease, causing Jimin to laugh loudly to the studio audience of his empty apartment. He gave himself a little nod in the mirror, feeling pretty in a way that had grown foreign to him, before swiping up a bouquet of baby-breath and yellow violets from his bed. He sprayed some uni-sex perfume on his skin with his free hand, giving the flowers a raised brow, and then spraying them too. The door echoed as it closed, the sound rivaling the heavy thud of Jimin's running feet as he bolted down the stairs.

Jimin choked a squeal as he opened the front door to a stunning Jeon Jungkook. He was leaning against a sleek black car, dressed in a flowing button up of the same color, rolled up so that his tattoos shined against his forearms, and black dress pants. His dark curls were styled into a sexy storm on his head, causing the sharp angles of his cheek and the red of his lips to pop. In his hand was a bouquet of roses, their colors ranging from bleeding red to the palest pink like a sunset.

"Jimin." Jungkook grinned. The name was a whine. A promise. A prayer. "You look so beautiful." He said, extending a hand out. He aimed to grab Jimin's waist, but Jimin crashed into his arms before he could. The kiss was frantic, it was joyful and cathartic and when Jimin pulled back to see Jungkook's eyes shine like stars, Jimin started crying. He heard the rustle of Jungkook's roses as he lowered them, his knuckles brushing Jimin's cheeks with such tenderness that it nearly caused Jimin to sob.

"You got me flowers?" Jungkook said, raising a brow as he kissed Jimin's cheek.

Jimin nodded, eyeing Jungkook's own gift.

"I had this daydream that you'd run into my arms after buying a bouquet for one of your performances." Jungkook said. "I never considered you'd get me some too. I like it. Being pampered."

Jimin bit his lip, laughing as they exchanged their bouquets. Jungkook was grinning, a matching laugh stretching across his bunny-like face. Jimin leaned up and kissed him again, softer this time. Jungkook smiled through it, his hand finally finding purchase on Jimin's lower back and Jimin nearly crumbled when he brushed his thumb fondly across it.

"I wasn't sure which one of us was supposed to." Jimin blushed. "But I wanted today to be special so..."

Jungkook looked down at the yellow violets like Jimin had handed him the world then at Jimin like he was the sun it orbited. Words dance across those wide doe-eyes. Jimin's heart thrummed and the moment passed as Jungkook opened the door for Jimin to gently ushered him inside. His fingers lingered on Jimin's back, whispering their longing touch as if a string were attached between them and Jimin's skin, before letting go.

Jungkook walked around the car after, getting into the drivers seat after carefully putting the flowers Jimin got him in the back seat. He went so far as to even buckle them in. Jimin turned to put his own roses next to them and smiled fondly. The flowers were leaning on each other, like the roses were resting their heads on the violets.

The car roared awake and Jimin rolled his eyes when the same Chappell Roan album he'd been listening to upstairs started to play from Jungkook's speakers.

"Did you stalk my spodify?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jungkook gave an entirely unconvincing shrug, one hand going to the wheel and the other softly gripping Jimin's thigh as he started to drive.

"You totally did! All you listen to is Justin Bieber or our Hyungs."

Jungkook turned Pink Pony Club a notch higher, dipping his chin to the chorus and squeezing Jimin's thigh at the high note. He kept glancing at Jimin's gaping jaw as if to say see I'm totally a fan before handing Jimin his phone so that Jimin could have full control of the aux. Jimin bit the nail of him thumb, bouncing excitingly as he created a que of songs he thought Jungkook might like. First was California by Chappel Roan, followed by a couple songs by Junny whose vocal tone and style were similar to Jungkook's, and then last a hip-hop duo from Busan Jimin had seen perform in person.

He'd thought Jungkook would have loved their lyricsim and how their beats built over the length of a song when he had first saw them. Jimin had hundred of videos recorded of their live performance on his phone. His finger lingered over sending the shaky, sand-covered, footage to Jungkook while in Busan, but never got the courage to actually do it. Jimin put the phone down, excited to see Jungkook's reaction a year later. When the first song played, Jungkook had turned focused. His touch was less playful on Jimin's leg, his eyes growing a touch clearer as the music soaked into him. The car pounded with the beat and Jimin watched as it became a part of Jungkook. Like he and the song were one, his veins replaced by scores and his body only a vessel for the sound to echo through.

How it took this long for Jungkook to realize he was made for music, Jimin would never understand.

"So. What'd you do today?" Jimin asked, trying to distract himself from over-analyzing Jungkook's reactions to each new song that played. Jungkook's hand almost entirely wrapped around his thigh and the slight pressure made Jimin's head spin. He needed to distracted himself from that, too.

"Thought about you, mostly. Which means my morning was second to the ones you're actually a part of."

"Jungkook."

"Fine, fine. I went on a run with Namjoon and then Hoseok came over."

"Oh?"

Jungkook smiled. He looked lighter than Jimin had ever seen him. "He has some crazy week coming up so he called and asked if we could talk for an hour. We just grabbed lunch." Jungkook let out a long sigh. It was like all the hardship of the past year left with the same breath. "It went really well. We talked about everything that's happened. He even apologized. I did too."

Jimin put his hand over Jungkook's on his thigh, looking down at their intertwined fingers with a small smile. Jungkook's own expression matched, staring at the road ahead.

"But as much as I love getting along with Hobi-Hyung again, it doesn't match getting to spoil my beautiful boyfriend tonight."

"Spoil?" Jimin raised his brows. He tilted his head and batted his lashes. "Care to share how?"

Jungkook leaned over and kissed the side of Jimin's head at a red light. "Everything you could possibly want or need, I will make happen for you. I might not have the money yet, but if my song with Yoongi does well, all of that is going to go to taking you to Namsan tower, to Jeju, to chicken by the river, to every and any streaming service you could possibly want. But those I'll only get on my TV so you have to come over to watch them. I think that's a part of the new subscription roll out. So that's not on me, just following the big guy's rules."

"The big guy?" Jimin snorted. "Forgot that Daddy Amazon Prime Video has a boyfriend clause."

Jungkook gave him a fully serious look. "Of course. I am simply following the LGBTQ+ friendly, capitalist conglomerate's by-laws."

"Right. As it's famously known for."

"Famously." Jungkook echoed with a grin.

Jimin bit back his smile. "You make me sound like a sugar baby."

Jungkook turned, pulling into a parking lot near Olympic Park. The restaurant in front of it was small with warm golden light emanating from its windows.

"I'm going to spoil you emotionally, too. I want to support you in every dream you can imagine. I want my apartment to be your home. I want you to feel safe, always. To know without a doubt you have someone to go to on days where exhaustion wins against joy. I want us to play video games and watch movies and be friends on the days you need nostalgia back and then kiss you senseless on the days you need your boyfriend instead. I want you to be so spoiled by someone loving you, that you're surprised if I don't buy flowers."

"How about you? I want this to be balanced, Jungkook. I'm not a trophy. I don't want to be a prize in this."

That made Jungkook grin. "Oh, you're gonna spoil me too. Maybe Daddy Amazon Prime can become Daddy Jimin on week-days."

"Week-days? What, do I get the weekends off?"

"Life's all about work-life balance, Jimin-ah. Sundays are for God."

"Jungkook. You're not religious."

"My religion is You."

"So wouldn't that mean Sundays are included?"

"Nope. Sundays are when I worship you instead."

Jimin gave Jungkook a deadpan look. Jungkook bounced like a happy kid, awarded with the exact reaction he'd been working to coax.

"What? Too cheesy?"

"I think you're made of cheese."

"I am cheesed."

"Now you sound like Yoongi-Hyung." Jimin scoffed, slapping Jungkook on the shoulder. Jungkook hopped out of his seat to walk around his car and open Jimin's door. Jimin undid his seatbelt, turning to meet a leaning Jungkook blocking the door. His grin was mischievous, his eyes wide and unburdened.

"What?" Jimin giggled. Jungkook just shook his head, stepping back and giving Jimin a hand to step out of the car. He then kept his palm in Jimin's own, causing both of them to blush and look away from each other, their hands swaying gently between them.

"You know I thought you and Yoongi become a thing while I was gone. When I called and he was over at your place, I lost it." Jimin said through a blush. He worked to keep him grip firm on the rational part of his mind and not the thoughts that might cause him to freeze up.

"What? Me and Yoongi? Jimin. The guy's like a hundred years old."

"He's like five years older than us."

"Yea. Historic."

Jimin bit his lip, feeling his lips start to close up and a lick of worry flared that he wouldn't be able to open them again. Jungkook stopped, turning to face Jimin and the teasing thawed from his expression. His tone turned serious, his grip reassuring.

"Jimin. There was never anything. There's no one else, there never will be. I know it's only been a week, but I'm committed to you. I'm committed to this. Are, um, are you?"

Jimin blushed, he could feel the gears of his system start to turn again like someone had jumpstarted his body. "Always."

Jungkook beamed. They fell into an easy conversation after that, catching each other up on their lives and trading jokes as they walked inside and sat down at a reserved table.

The restaurant was beautiful and intimate. It wasn't a necessary loud place in terms of luxury, but its small tables and low ceiling made the place feel like its own world. It was almost entirely packed with couples, the aroma of traditional Korean soups pooling into the air from the steam of the customers' bowls. The meal was delicious, but the conversation even more tender than the meat in it.

Today had been such a good day for Jungkook; clearing the air with Hoseok about everything without having to initiate it himself, getting a run in with Namjoon in the morning, and now getting Jimin all to himself. But Jimin's concerns lingered in the back of his head - they were still fresh and navigating the shift in their dynamic. Years worth of concern couldn't be overwritten overnight, and Jungkook wanted to do his part to calm any that Jimin approached him with.

"Yoongi's rooting for us, by the way." Jungkook said, smiling as Jimin cutely pouted at the rib meat in his soup when it wouldn't settle between his chopsticks. Jimin looked up at Jungkook. "Everyone is, in their own way. Yoongi texts like a dad, though. Here, look."

Jungkook pulled out his phone and handed it to Jimin with his recent text messages on display. Jungkook watched Jimin's cheeks flush as he read them:

Jimin giggled, pulling out his phone and showing it to Jungkook as a trade. "All I got was this text from Jin. Look:"

"They're acting like this is our first date." Jungkook said, waving over their waiter to get their check so they could make it to the traditional Korean dances happening in the neighboring Park.

"I mean, it kinda is." Jimin replied, pulling out his credit card. Jungkook gave him a pout, taking the check in his hand when it came and Jimin tried to snag Jungkook's card out of the way. They fought cutely, both grinning harder as they battled for whose card would be used like kids fighting over a toy. In the end, Jungkook won, with Jimin promising to pay for coffee after.

"My first date with Jimin-ssi." Jungkook hummed, leaning forward on the table on his elbows. His expression was raw; innocence and joy etching itself into the chisel of his cheek. Jimin swatted at Jungkook, hiding his blush with the back of his hand before they got up and left the restaurant.

Jimin rambled, as he always did, though this time he wasn't embarrassed by it. Jungkook listened to the full story of Jimin getting ready this morning, asking for details about the song choices or the perfume he was wearing, only to then comfortably sit in another story that instantly followed. His hand stayed on Jimin's lower back as they walked, Jimin buying them both iced coffee at a neighboring cafe before they headed to Olympic Park. They bumped shoulders as they walked, Jungkook stealing kisses when he could.

"What's something good from Busan you can share?" Jungkook asked.

Jimin smiled fondly at Jungkook. He thought for a moment. "There was a bar I liked. I'd go often with Minho. It was right on the beach and the concept was lounge chairs and cabanas. I'd sneak out when I could with Minho and some of the dancers. Taemin would join too if we were having a good day. No matter what happened in the studio, that bar was like a sanctuary. We all got along if only for those few hours - like everyone there were friends and not competitors in the program."

Jungkook intertwined their fingers, his thumb rubbing the top of Jimin's hand.

"Why?" Jimin asked, looking up at him and taking a sip of his coffee. Jungkook looked so beautiful under the park lamps as they passed one circle of light to the next.

Jungkook shrugged, holding Jimin's hand just a touch tighter. "Does it help? To remember good things existed there too?"

Jimin put his hand to his chest, rubbing a small circle as he let out a tight breath. He thought of that bar, the colorful lights and the laughter that danced above the music. "Yea." He said, smiling with surprise. "Maybe we could go together sometime. To Busan. So that good memories can outweigh the bad. Rewrite the experience, I guess."

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, promising that one day, whenever Jimin was ready, they would return to Busan together and wreck havoc on the beach town.

Finally, they approached the Olympic Park Square. A massive monument akin to a god-gate that was built for the Olympics when Seoul had hosted welcomed them. It framed a makeshift stage where dozens of performers were dressed in Korean Hanboks. Fan dance replaced samsomori which replaced Seungmu where a soloist twisted with long sleeves that scraped the floor. Singers and instrumentalist sat at the edges, old songs the boys had grown up with leaving their lips.

Jimin's eyes sparkled at it causing Jungkook to stand a little taller. They were near the back of the audience, most of which were composed of families sitting on blankets with colorful lights projecting onto them and the stage. Jungkook took Jimin's waist in his hand, swaying him in a cheesy slow dance movement which caused Jimin to giggle. He tried to pull away, embarrassed, but Jungkook took his step back as an opportunity to lift his hand and twirl him. Jimin followed the lead until the community around them faded away and it was just the two boys, dancing to traditional music, laughing together in the park.

They stayed until the music stopped, lingering a moment after, before walking in step with the families and lovers around them back the way they came. The ride back to Jungkook's apartment was filled with quick fired stories from them both, one sparking another, and talking was as seamless as when they first met. But then Jungkook would glance at Jimin's lips, squeeze his thigh as they drove, and have to redirect back to the conversation. Jimin would look at Jungkook's neck a second too long, a thought of the sounds that throat could make intruding his mind, before letting a ramble of a story flood out of his lips.

The conversation stopped once they were inside Jungkook's apartment, replaced with a long kiss and then laughter from Jimin. Candles lit the entire space, dozens of them with their wax half way melted.

"Jungkook. Did you leave these burning the entire time we were out?" Jimin chocked as Jungkook had his body pinned against the door. The younger man was brushing his nose against Jimin's neck, causing Jimin's legs to stretch at the sensation, but he couldn't get passed the gentle golden flames behind them.

"It was Jin's idea." Jungkook said with an adorable flush.

"Of course it was." Jimin laughed and tapped Jungkook's chest to let him out of his grip. Jungkook whined, he actually whined, hooking his finger with Jimin's index one and followed behind Jimin who snuffed out each candle one by one. Jimin would dip his hips and pout his lips to blow and could feel Jungkook's gaze grow heavier on his back with each candle that went out.

Finally, Jimin led them into Jungkook's room where a few more candles were scattered. These he let stay. "You could have burned your entire apartment down."

"Worth it." Jungkook said, closing the distance between them. His hands were back on Jimin's waist, palms hugging the skin reverently. He was a head taller than Jimin and as Jimin tilted his chin up to finally look at him, a gasp left his lips at the plea in Jungkook's eyes. He looked like was starving.

"Please." Jungkook whimpered, his nose brushing Jimin's neck again. Their chests touching. "Can I?"

Jimin swallowed and then nodded.

"Tell me to stop and I will. At any point. One word and we stop."

Jimin laughed, his hand tangling with Jungkook's hair and pulling his head back. "Just fuck me already, Jeon Jungkook."

🔞

Jungkook's lips crashed onto Jimin's own, a whimper leaving them both as they melted into it. The kiss was slow, it was all encompassing, heartbreaking in the strength of love coarsing through it, and it made Jimin see stars. Jungkook's hand traveled under Jimin's sweater, nearly tearing the fabric off of him before following with his own, hungrily reconnecting the kiss each time he had to pull away to get the clothes off of them. Their pants came next, and then their boxers, and suddenly Jimin's back was to the bed with Jungkook on top of him.

Jimin was breathing hard. A hand went to Jungkook's shoulder and in one strong movement, the type of muscle only years of intense dance training could achieve, he switched their positions. Jungkook was grinning under him, lifting himself up on his elbows so he could kiss Jimin's neck. Jimin's legs wrapped around Jungkook's hips in response and he whined as he felt the size of Jungkook against his leg.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered, his head tilting back as Jimin spit into his hand and then wrapped it around Jungkook's cock. Nerves and excitement thrummed through Jimin's system trying to imagine where he could even fit Jungkook as he applied more and more pressure, increasing his speed. Jungkook's lips found their way back to Jimin's neck, sucking on the skin like he was worshiping it, breaking only to moan.

Just as sweat started to bead behind Jungkook's neck, Jimin pulled his hand away. He shivered at the whine that left Jungkook's lips, like the world was torn away from him. Jimin pushed Jungkook's chin to the side so he could suck right under it. Jungkook's grip hardened on Jimin's hips and Jimin beamed, hoping that it would bruise from the level of restraint Jungkook was holding onto. Jimin left his own bruises from his lips as he sucked his way from under Jungkook's chin down his neck, down his torso, until he was nestled between Jungkook's legs.

Jimin gripped Jungkook's thighs, pressing gentle kisses inside them as Jungkook's hand found its way into Jimin's hair, pulling with a soft plea. Jimin grinned, drunk by Jungkook's desire, as he trailed his lips closer and closer to Jungkook's twitching cock. Percum was already spilling from the tip and Jimin hummed as he licked it off. Jungkook nearly unraveled under him, his legs tensing in Jimin's hands. Jimin held onto Jungkook's thighs to feel every single pulse and tremor like Jungkook's pleasure was his own.

Jimin felt like a king, like a god, having Jungkook unravel like this under him. He licked the tip, then down the full length, and the sound Jungkook made was more akin to music than anything Jimin had ever performed to. He traveled back down, licking the tip again before swallowing him into his throat. Jimin hallowed his cheeked, pushing Jungkook up with his tongue, as he began to suck. The hand in Jimin's hair twitched before pushing and pulling Jimin's bobbing head. His hips started to follow and Jimin made his tongue turn vicious.

Jimin fluttered his eyes open, his lashes scrapping his lids as he looked up at Jungkook, Jimin's mouth filled around him. A bulge showed in his throat where the full length of him reached. Jungkook's back was arched, his head a prayer as it leaned against the mattress, strands of his curled black hair gripping to his skin as sweat webbed across his forehead. Jungkook's silver necklace was askew across his collarbones as he opened his eyes to look down at Jimin. The second their eyes connected, a beam of a disbelieving grin stormed across Jungkook's lips. Jimin gave a small nod, a plea of his own, and Jungkook groaned as he started to thrust himself into Jimin's mouth, fucking him until he released into Jimin's throat.

Jimin took it with a cough, pulling Jungkook out, leaving a trail of saliva and cum. Jungkook matched Jimin's laboring breaths. Then, the tattooed man Jimin was sure he was in love with, reached down to where Jimin was sitting between his legs, and kissed him. He tasted himself on Jimin's lips, causing Jimin's desire to roar with in him, and he whined as Jungkook picked Jimin up by the hips and settled him back onto his lap.

Jimin's legs wrapped around Jungkook's waist again. He hummed as Jungkook took his time to worship Jimin's body, traveling down every dip of muscle and curve of fat. His lips kissed Jimin's own like a prayer, leaving to trail down his neck when Jimin needed a break, before returning. Jimin could hardly breath as stars burst behind his eyes. He couldn't believe it - that Jungkook would take the time to touch him like this and not go straight into fucking him senseless. That when Jimin was open and bare in front of him, so incredibly willing, Jungkook still took the time to reassure him that Jimin was more to him than a body. Words gripped to Jimin's lips, dangerous truthful words, but a moan escaped his mouth before they could as Jungkook spit on his fingers and reached behind Jimin to begin to stretch him open.

Jimin moaned, curling himself into Jungkook and his nails nearly breaking the skin of Jungkook's shoulders. Jungkook's fingers dug down to the knuckle, scissoring him open and massaging. Jimin's mouth was gaping open, his hips rolling with the movement, as Jungkook called him beautiful over and over and over again.

"Please." Jimin finally cried, Jungkook's finger finding his prostate and pushing against it. The touch was a tease. "Please. Jungkook. I need you inside. Please."

"What happened to hello? To how are you?" Jungkook teased. He pulled his fingers out and gently switched their positions so that Jimin's stomach was to the mattress. His knees straddled Jimin's waist and he brushed the back of his knuckles down the moon-phase tattoo decorating Jimin's entire spine.

Jungkook kissed the back of Jimin's neck. Jimin was about to say something back when Jungkook lined himself up and thrust inside. He went fast in, then settled, allowing Jimin's muscles to throb and get used to the size. He pulled out, causing Jimin's hands to grip the sheets helplessly, before Jungkook thrust again. This time stopping right before he could hit Jimin's prostate. He kissed Jimin's back, his hands traveling up Jimin's arms while still deep inside him, tangling their fingers as his chest stayed an inch above Jimin's back.

The second their hands intertwined, Jungkook began thrusting again in a more steady pace, pining Jimin down with their clasped hands. He was grinning from Jimin's tensing and quivering legs, losing his breath each time Jimin arched his spine into Jungkook's chest, and all the while listening so incredibly closely in case Jimin asked him to stop. But Jimin doesn't, and so Jungkook goes harder, finally nailing the exact spot Jimin had been begging him for. Jimin's moans turned euphoric. Over and over Jungkook thrusted, building power and speed, begging Jimin to be louder, until finally they both released.

Jungkook did a couple lazy strokes in and out of Jimin, cum trailing the movement and down Jimin's leg, as his muscles twitched. Jimin had gone limp under him, heaving into the sheets when Jungkook finally pulled out. He turned Jimin's chin, prideful at the flush of color on his skin and the complete, blissful haze, in his eyes, and kissed his forehead. Jimin turned around so that he was laying on his back.

Jungkook butterflied a kiss on Jimin's nose, on his chin, on his collarbone, then his shoulder, and his ear. Gentle, loving, kisses that grounded him. Jimin's eyes fluttered open, locking with Jungkook's, and before Jungkook could suggest they cuddle or shower, the words they both danced around all day left Jimin's plump, sore lips.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you." Jungkook repeated.

And something, after all the years they'd known each other, after all the versions of themselves they'd seen, finally slid into place. Something powerful. Something lasting. Something permanent.

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