maybe I shoulda put a double asterisk on this but idk man there's still plot in here
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"Ah! Jungkook-"

This had become a common occurrence.

Jimin's fingernails clawed at Jungkook's back, moans muffled as he buried his face into the blue haired male's shoulder. He trembled as Jungkook's arms wrapped around him securely, arousal and pleasure buzzing from his head all the way down to his toes.

He had barely slept at his own house in the past few days, instead choosing to spend his time surrounded by the taller male.

It seemed they just couldn't keep their hands off of one another.

"Fuck, Jimin." Jungkook groaned into his ear, his arms cradling the body beneath him while his hands tangled within the mess of black hair atop Jimin's head. He wasn't quite sure how it had escalated this time around - only remembering having coffee in his kitchen turn into pressing Jimin's body against his countertop and capturing his plump lips with his own. It escalated and escalated as was common between them, until he found himself here - sweaty hot skin gliding against each other while Jimin's seductive moans rang through the air of his empty apartment.

He just couldn't help himself. Everything about Jimin, his body responded to. He was so magnetic, Jungkook just kept pulling him close over and over again.

Jimin threw his head back against the couch cushions he was currently being pressed into, a broken cry leaving his lips as Jungkook brought him closer and closer to his release. The taller male's shoulder blades were sure to be covered in stripes of pink, as Jimin couldn't stop digging his nails into the skin there as a means to ground himself. His body was already well spent and his eyes screwed shut as a shudder wracked his senses.

"I'm gonna fucking-" His warning was cut off by a broken cry, his back arching off the couch and his chest becoming flush with Jungkook's hot skin.

"I'm there too, baby." Jungkook groaned into his ear, his breath hot against Jimin's neck. Jimin whimpered and his hands gripped Jungkook's back, holding on to the taller male for dear life as his pleasure came to its peak.

A strangled moan slipped past his lips as he came against his and Jungkook's chest, his toes curling into the blanket the blue haired male had laid beneath them. It didn't take long for Jungkook to follow suit. His teeth sunk into the skin of Jimin's neck, a muffled moan vibrating in Jimin's ear as he buried himself deep inside the smaller male.

His hips stuttered to a stop and he gasped hot breaths against Jimin's skin before he was burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Fuck." Jungkook breathed, his chest heaving as he held Jimin's body close to him. He could feel his heartbeat against his chest, pounding at a rapid pace as his body attempted to calm itself down.

He just couldn't get enough of him, genuinely. He never wanted to let Jimin go, just so content with feeling the black haired male's body heat radiate against his own.

Maybe he knew in the back of his mind that their relationship should be progressing past just physicality - but his thoughts were so clouded as he breathed in the shorter male's scent. He wanted him in so many more ways, and yet his intense desire just kept skewing his judgement.

"You alright?" Jimin asked softly, rubbing circles against Jungkook's back. He felt as Jungkook nodded before pressing a few soft kisses to his neck.

"Just like being close to you." He answered, before finally pulling away and pulling out of the male beneath him. Jimin looked gorgeous, of course, when didn't he? His skin was flushed a pretty pink and it still glistened from the sweat that had beaded up there. His hair was unruly and frizzy, but in a way that was still so enticing as Jungkook knew he was the reason for the messed up state of him. "Want to hop in the shower with me?"

Jimin nodded as a soft smile graced his lips.

"That would be nice." He replied, staring fondly into Jungkook's eyes. The taller male reached down beside them, picking up the t-shirt he had been wearing before the whole ordeal, before using it to wipe off the mess on both of their chests. He then stood up and helped Jimin up with him, his arm around his shoulders offering support as the shorter male's legs wobbled. "What're you doing for the rest of the day?"

Jungkook hummed, thinking for a moment as he walked Jimin towards his bathroom.

"Not sure, probably going to go over to Yoongi and Hoseok's and attempt to practice." He pushed open the bathroom door before letting go of Jimin's body and walking over to turn the shower on. "Want to come with?"

Jimin's eyebrows shot up. He was not expecting that proposal at all.

"You want me to come to your practice?" He asked incredulously as he leaned against the bathroom counter whilst waiting for the shower to warm up to their liking. "Won't your bandmates mind?"

Jungkook shrugged, outstretching his hand into the stream of the shower to test the temperature.

"They shouldn't." He replied, before pulling back the shower curtain. He reached forwards to Jimin, taking hold of his hand and providing support to his still weak legs as they both stepped into the shower. "They know how much I like you, I'm sure they're expecting to see you around a lot more often."

The hot water stream rained down on both of them, Jimin letting out a soft sigh as the heat began to relax his tired muscles. He closed his eyes and hummed contently when he felt Jungkook's strong hands run through his dampening hair. Why did it make his heart so warm knowing that the taller male had been talking about him to his friends? Knowing that he had often been the topic of conversation between them created a sense of security for him.

He knew that Jungkook words should quiet his worries, but it was still quite difficult to believe the taller male liked him for more than just sex. Especially when that was basically all they had done together for the past few days.

Hanging out with his friends, was much more wholesome. Much more... boyfriend-esque.

He felt Jungkook lather soap onto his shoulders, his fingers massaging the tense muscles there as he did so. Jimin let out a soft sigh, leaning into the taller male's touch. "You're so damn pretty." Jungkook's words were hushed, the sound of the shower almost drowning them out completely. Jimin heard them though, and his eyes fluttered open to meet Jungkook's.

The taller male was staring down at him so fondly it made Jimin's heart pound. He knew that if his skin wasn't already pink from the heat of the water it definitely would have been then.

Jungkook's skin glistened as the water cascaded down his body, creating enticing reflections against all his muscles and tattoos. His hair was slicked back, trails of cerulean rolling down his face as the hot water leeched his hair dye out. He looked so damn gorgeous, but here he was laying out compliments for Jimin instead.

"Thank you." Jimin answered sheepishly as he reached forwards to run his hand against Jungkook's bicep. He still couldn't believe the situation he found himself in. Sometimes he had to reach out and touch him just to confirm this wasn't all an elaborate figment of his imagination. "I'm happy we're seeing each other again."

Jungkook smiled, his eyes crinkling up as he did so. His hands moved from Jimin's shoulders, up his neck, before they were cupping his face. He rubbed his thumb against his cheek, and Jimin swore he was going to melt into a puddle from the adoration in his eyes.

"Me too." He beamed. "I couldn't just let you slip through my fingers." He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss against Jimin's forehead.

And for the millionth time that day, Jimin turned to putty in his hands

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"Oh! Jimin, right?"

Jimin was trying not to feel nervous and huddle up into Jungkook's side while they stood on the doorstep of his friend's house. He wore one of Jungkook's hoodies, oversized and with the hood popped up in an attempt to cover whatever marks were visible on his neck. It was obviously futile though, because Jungkook was wearing a T-shirt with no shame as his arm hung around Jimin's waist.

He recognized the person who opened the door to be the lead guitarist of Jungkook's band. If he remembered correctly, this had to be who Jungkook referred to as Hoseok. He was just as bubbly and positive as he portrayed himself on stage, a grin on his face as he took in the appearance of the two males in front of him. "Jungkook's told us lots about you." He grinned before opening the front door wider and allowing the two to step inside. "Seeing us play a few days ago just wasn't enough for you, huh?"

He lead Jimin and Jungkook through the house, towards the staircase to the basement.

"Jungkook invited me." Jimin responded. It was somewhat intimidating meeting Jungkook's friends. Sure, he had met Yoongi, and he was aquatinted with his other bandmates, but he had never just been alone in a room with them simply hanging out. These were the people closest to Jungkook; if they weren't fond of him he was sure it wouldn't be long until the feeling extended to the blue haired male. "I'm a big fan of you guys, I thought it would be really cool to see you practice." He paused. "Sorry if I'm intruding."

Hoseok let out a soft chuckle before he began descending down the staircase.

"Hey, if Kook likes you then you're basically already a part of the family." He skipped steps on the way down, reaching the basement room much quicker than the other two. "Yo, guys! Jungkook brought company!"

"Is it Jimin?" Jimin heard a voice ask, quickly recognizing it to be Yoongi's. His heart fluttered at the fact that he was the first person to come to mind in regards to Jungkook.

"Yes, it's Jimin." Jungkook laughed softly in response before they turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and entered the room everybody else resided in. It was nerve wracking, yes, but Jimin pushed down his worries as he looked to meet the gazes of the other three males in the room.

Yoongi lay lounging on a grey sofa, his feet kicked up onto the armrest and his bass resting on his stomach. Seokjin sat on the floor with various sheets of paper scattered around him and soju bottle in his hand. Hoseok, who had just entered the room not long before them, found a spot on the floor next to where Yoongi lay on the couch - his mint green electric guitar only an arms reach away.

His eyes flickered to the corner of the room, where a shiny silver drum set sat. It looked lonely, without its drummer behind it. "Jimin, you've met Yoongi." Jungkook's voice brought his attention back to him. "Hoseok and Seokjin." The taller male nodded his head in the direction of the two other males. Seokjin flashed him a grin, his kind expression easing Jimin's nerves just a little bit.

"Finally!" He beamed, turning his body so that he could face the two. "I've been waiting to meet you, y'know? You're all Jungkook talks about." His words had Jimin's mind buzzing with a million different thoughts. It was so... encouraging to know that Jungkook liked him enough to boast about him to his closest friends. He really liked Jungkook; he knew he did no matter how much he tried to deny it in his mind, and this validated those feelings.

"Only good things, I hope." Jimin chuckled, following Jungkook's lead as he sat on the carpeted floor next to Seokjin.

The brunette nodded profusely before taking a swig of his soju bottle.

"Oh boy." Seokjin laughed. "Let's just say that song he wrote is a fraction of it." Seokjin leaned back on his hands, a smile on his lips as he noticed Jimin's face beginning to turn pink. He was very cute - Jungkook hadn't exaggerated it. He had caught glimpses of him here and there before Jungkook would whisk him away, but this was the first time he really got to look at him up close.

He was definitely Jungkook's type, and honestly probably one of the most attractive people Seokjin had seen him with. He was basically drowning in the sweater that he wore, cuddled up in the material that obviously belonged to their bandmate. His raven black hair looked soft and feathery, and his eyes were effortlessly enticing.

Definitely the kind of person you'd write songs about. Seokjin couldn't blame him.

"Alright, alright. That's enough." Jungkook laughed and wrapped his arm around Jimin's waist where they sat. "I didn't bring him here for you guys to embarrass me." He brushed a few pieces of hair out of his eyes before reaching forwards and grabbing the soju bottle out of Seokjin's hand. He took a swig, Jimin watching as the singer narrowed his eyes in response.

"Go get your own." Seokjin scolded, snatching the bottle back out out Jungkook's hand as the younger male giggled mischievously. "There's a bunch in the fridge upstairs, you know that."

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"I know." He groaned. "I just didn't want to get back up." He did stand up though, sliding his hand off of Jimin's hip before stretching out his legs. "You want one, Jimin?" Jimin felt Jungkook's hand on top of his head, his fingers gently threading through his hair as Jimin looked up at him.

"Sure, thank you." His voice was soft, his mind more focused on Jungkook's hand ruffling his hair than the actual question at hand. It made him a little embarrassed, but deep down he loved Jungkook's unrestrained displays of affection. It made him feel special. It made their relationship pretty much undeniable.

He was brought back to reality once Jungkook's touch disappeared. Jimin turned his head to watch his round the corner of the staircase, suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that he was now alone in a room with a bunch of people he hardly knew.

"So Jimin, Kook's told us you're in a band." Hoseok was the first person to address him, drawing Jimin's attention to him as he slid his leather jacket off of his shoulders and set it beside him. "What do you play?"

"I'm the frontman." He answered. "I sing." He didn't miss the way Yoongi's lips twitched up into a tiny smirk, forcing him to recall the conversation he had eavesdropped on between the Jungkook and the bassist. "I also play guitar though."

"Oh nice!" Seokjin beamed. "I wish I could play guitar, Hoseok makes it look so easy." The guitarist merely shrugged, a smug look on his face.

"Not my fault you chickened out before the callouses formed." He laughed, cutting Seokjin off before the singer could open up his mouth for a rebuttal. "And don't go saying how sore it made your fingers, that's why you gotta toughen them up."

Seokjin merely rolled his eyes, sticking his hands up in surrender.

"And that's why I'll just stick to singing." He chuckled, before turning to Jimin once more. "Alright, we're all wondering; you seem like a really sweet guy, what drew you to our problematic drummer?"

Jimin chuckled softly at the description of Jungkook and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Was it the hair?" Yoongi piped up. "He sticks out like a sore thumb with that mess atop his head." Jimin shook his head, making Yoongi raise an eyebrow. "The tats?" Jimin shook his head yet again.

"I guess a mix of the both." He answered, resting his elbows on his knees. "But mostly his personality."

He watched as different forms of shock took over the faces of each person in the room. It seemed it wasn't common for someone to be interested in Jungkook for something other than his looks. The thought made Jimin feel a twinge of sadness for the drummer, because he really did think he had so much more to offer. "He makes me feel special. I don't know what else to tell you."

Maybe Jungkook acted the way he did in the beginning because no one else gave him a chance to show his true colours. Maybe he was just conforming to the ideals other people had placed upon him. Sure, he was definitely hot, but he was also charming and sweet. He was creative and talented. He was a million other things besides just a pretty face.

Jimin hoped he knew that.

And if he didn't, Jimin wanted to make him.

"That's so cute." Hoseok cooed. "It's nice to see Kook find someone who actually likes him." He brushed a few pieces of hair out of his eyes. "I know you guys have had your issues, but he's really not a bad guy - his decision making is just a little iffy."

"He really likes you though, if you couldn't already tell." Yoongi added, setting his bass down on the ground so that he could sit up. "Like, he's done a total one-eighty. It's actually pretty funny watching him try so hard to impress you. He's like a schoolgirl with a crush."

Jimin nibbled his bottom lip, trying and failing to stop the smile that was tugging at his features. All of the doubts and worries that still remained were slowly being smoothed over the more his bandmates spoke of him.

"You cast a spell on him or something?" Seokjin joked, producing a soft giggle from Jimin in return.

"No." He laughed, his ears peeking up once he heard Jungkook's footsteps at the top of the staircase. "I don't know what I did. I even tried to shake him off at one point, but wouldn't let up."

Hoseok smiled softly.

"Probably because he knows he finally found something good."

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a/n:
guess what! I turned 22 today lmao I am so old I started writing when I was like 14! crazy how much time has passed

- Charlie :)