~ Warning! This chapter includes sexual content. You have been forewarned!!! ~

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"Aren't you going to eat your soup, Melonpie?"

Jimin stares at the bowl, then back at Jungkook. He knows the younger probably wants it but isn't saying so. Ever since Eunmi placed it in front of Jimin, he hasn't touched it. 

"I'm not that hungry. You can have it." Jimin pushes the bowl across the table. After doing so, his hands bunch up in the large black T-shirt and matching sweats that Jungkook is letting him borrow while his clothes are in the dryer. The shirt is soft and smells like sweet fabric softener, so he isn't complaining about the fact that it's not a crop top. 

Jungkook shakes his head. His lips press into a pout, taking a spoonful and holding it out. "At least have a few bites. I'll feed my pretty Melonboy...please? My mom says you look a little thin, you should eat more."

After a bit of nudging and prodding of the metal spoon at his lips, Jimin eventually gives in. He allows his boyfriend to feed him spoonfuls of the tasty liquid, and finds that he actually is hungry. Jungkook doesn't fail to make feeding him exciting, using 'here comes the airplane whhoooossshhh!' and even 'open wide for the Melontrain!' 

The soup is soon dwindling, with Jimin brightening by the mouthful. By the last bite he's giggly, pushing Jungkook's arm after a particularly loud 'PACKAGE DELIVERY FOR THICK STUFF' before the spoon enters his mouth again.

"You're crazy, Kook." Jimin lets Jungkook brush his hair back, internally grateful for the boy who's taking such good care of him. He scoots his chair closer to the wheelchair, reaching over and taking Jungkook's hand in his. "But I like crazy. Thank you for making me feel better."

Clearly proud of his efforts, Jungkook squeezes Jimin's hand and grins. "Anytime, Melonboy! I'm always here for you."

You better stay here. "And I'm Jimin."

Jungkook snorts, licking his lips at the reference to the night they both met. ('Yep, I'm here.'  'And I'm Jungkook!')  The younger carefully pushes the bowl to the middle of the counter and meets Jimin's gaze with all seriousness.

"But seriously, Jimin. If you want to talk about it, I'll listen. But I get if you don't wanna talk for the moment. If you want to just chill here, take your mind off of your troubles with a smokin' hot guy-"

"Woah there." Jimin blushes, smacking Jungkook on the chest. The younger catches his other hand, pulling them close. "Where can I meet the smoking hot guy? Is he hiding in your bedroom?"

A crinkle of the nose. "Man, you sure are great at ruining moods, Melonboy."

"And you're great at painting." Jimin moves their intertwined hands to rest behind his own neck, so that Jungkook's arms are fully extended. From an outsider's view, it might look like two seated individuals are positioning themselves to ballroom dance. 

"I am good at painting." Jungkook leans in. A sharp rumble of thunder tears through the house. Outside, the soft sprinkle of rain on the back patio offers quiet, soothing background noise. "But I'm better at something else."

"What's that?" Jimin finds himself lost in black licorice irises, studying the mole under Jungkook's lower lip. The younger truly is beautiful up close.

"Guess." Jungkook stares intently at Jimin's lips, their noses nearly brushing from how near they are. Up close, Jimin can see the robust heartbeat under Jungkook's neck. The pulse is strong, healthy. Vigorous and full of life.

"You must be great at kissing me." Jimin breathes, his skin already boiling hot. His lips tingle in expectation, heart pounding in his chest. His tongue darts out to wetten the skin of his lips, and Jungkook closes the distance between them.

Every time Jungkook kisses him, it's like the first time all over again. Their lips gently mold together, sliding softly over each other as if taste-testing their passion. The kiss isn't overly desperate or urgent, but serene, relaxed even. Jungkook lazily slides a hand onto the back of Jimin's head, carding his fingertips in the purple hair. Slow-kissing the other is heavenly, Jimin thinks, as his mouth opens wider for the younger. 

Jungkook's mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue delicate against Jimin's lower lip as the kiss deepens. Fireworks explode in Jimin's head as the younger's hands fall to his cheeks, gently caressing the sides as if holding onto a priceless diamond. Jungkook hums into his mouth, sucking languidly on his lip as Jimin allows himself to melt in his chair. He feels like Jungkook is tasting him like a bowl of sprinkle-covered, strawberry sorbet. And he's loving it.

Their lips pop off of each other's loudly, eyes blown and smiles bright. Jimin hums joyfully, pressing a kiss to the younger's nose.

"Yep, you are great at kissing me." Jimin snickers, staring down at the red, shining lips slick with saliva. "So, do you want to just kiss all day or do something fun?"

A boom of thunder tarries in the house, rumbling for a solid ten seconds. Jungkook stares out the window, mouth twisting in thought. "Hmm...well, it's a rainy day. Can't do any posing outside with the scarecrow-"

"Thank God." Jimin leans in playfully, speaking against Jungkook's lips. The younger tuts. "That thing is so creeeeepy. I'd rather pose with this scarecrow-" He points to Jungkook's chest. "-than that one."

Jungkook hmphs, kissing Jimin once more. "Hey, I have an idea! You wanna paint with me! I have these huge canvases that I haven't known what to do with. We can paint on them together!"

Leaning back, Jimin crosses his arms. The rain is downpouring now, drowning out the sunshine in Busan's great sky and feeding the lawn graciously with Nitrogen. "I suck at painting. Actually, I suck at all art except for painting my nails and doing my makeup."

"No no no...that's what they all say, and that's only because they haven't really adopted painting in their hearts." Jungkook wheels himself away from the table. Jimin stands up, following his boyfriend as he rolls towards the upstairs ramp. "But there isn't really a skill to painting. I mean sure, there's technique--but at the end of the day, all that matters is creativity. Vision. Inspiration...and creation. Some people call a blue dot on a yellow background art...and some people call a perfect replication of a wooded forest art. Others prefer abstract pictures...but the true beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. You can't suck at painting, unless you do it without fully investing yourself into it. That's how I see it at least. And that's why I love it. You can create anything you want with the assurance that at least one person out there will like it."

Wow...a serious Jungkook? He really loves creating art. Just as much as he loves eating soup. Upstairs, the rain pounding against the roof is much louder, a strong thrum that makes Jimin feel at home. He used to be scared of thunder and lightning--used to be afraid of trees falling over into the duplex during large storms, but now he knows better. Rain doesn't bother him anymore.

"That's actually fucking beautiful, Jungkook." Jimin steps into Jungkook's art studio, pushing the strings of hanging beads gently to the side as he enters. "Your passion for painting is admirable. I wish I had that same level of passion for something."

Jungkook rolls over to the open window, where rain splotches the mesh screen and drips onto the sill. Fresh petrichor floats into the room, topped with the odor of paint. Jimin adores the smell, putting it into his scent memory for later. Jungkook shuts the window, grinning at Jimin.

"What are you talking about? You have the same level of passion for me, don't you?" The younger wheels over to the large, blank canvases propped against the wall. He grabs one, handing it to Jimin.

"Yes, Jungkook--you are the blue dot to my yellow background." Jimin teases, walking over to the workbench area. He sets his canvas down, touching its flat surface. Jungkook points out where his paints are, and Jimin helps him set up the variety of different colors between their canvases. He stares at the vivid shades (there are so many!) and tries to think about what to paint. It has to be something simple; if he goes for something complex, he's worried it might turn out an unidentifiable blob of colors.

"Whatcha thinkin, Melonpaint?" Jungkook reaches for a few paint brushes, grabbing them like a skilled chef might pick and choose his ingredients. Soon, the younger has a few colors propped next to his canvas, tapping his paint brushes together as he stares at the white space. He's probably visualizing something insane, like King Kong on the Eiffel Tower chewing on a baguette. And here I am, trying to figure out what goddamn brush to use! "If you have questions, just ask."

"Which brush should I use if I want to do fat streaks...this one?" Jimin fingers the bristles of a thick brush. His boyfriend nods. "Also, shouldn't I be wearing a paint shirt? I don't wanna get your clothes stained-"

"Who gives a shit about clothes. I have 50 more black shirts like that one." Jungkook smiles, reaching over and tugging on the shirt. "Also, wouldn't it be sweet if I had a personalized, paint-stained black shirt made by my lovely Melonheart? I'd really like that."

"Of course you would." Jimin doesn't argue with the head-over-heels comment Jungkook makes about him. Sometimes, he's sure that the other is being sarcastic every time he calls him lovely--or maybe he's just kissing-up to make Jimin feel better. But the genuine care in Jungkook's youthful smile and calm gaze assures him Jungkook really does like him. Why does he like me so much? I still don't know...I mean, there are hundreds of reasons for me to like him, but when I try to think of it from his point of view, I wonder what he sees in me. My looks? My kindness?

"Alright, what's bothering you...? Wait, is it this?" Jungkook tugs Jimin close, bunching up the ends of the black shirt. He quickly raises the shirt above Jimin's bellybutton and ties it in a knot, creating a makeshift crop top. Jungkook traces a circle around Jimin's bellybutton, lifting his eyes. "Was I right? Is it better now?"

He's so damn cute. God, I'm seriously so whipped. "Yes, Kook. It's a million kajillion times better now." Jimin feels his skin burn with electricity as Jungkook presses a palm on his bare lower back, smiling up at him. 

"I knew it!!"Jungkook releases Jimin's stomach, leaning back over his canvas. He nods at Jimin's canvas and then at the window. "Ah, a nice rainy day painting with my boyfriend. I'm so happy!"

Jimin grins from ear to ear at the comment. Soon, they're both invested in painting, stealing glances at the other's canvas as they spill bright colors on top of dark ones, lacing their full energy into each individual piece. At one point, Jimin takes out his phone and puts on a Brittney Spears playlist, bopping his head and popping his hips out at the right moments. Even Jungkook sings along to the bratty lyrics, dabbing every once in a while. Streak after blob after line and swirl--they finish their artworks within an hour, both proud of their completed creations.

Jimin beams at his painting of an ecstatic sponge doing a handstand in a background filled with rainbows. He'd decided on rainbows since one, he's gay--two, they're easy to paint--and three, he likes them. The sponge has rainbows pouring out of his eyes, nose and mouth. Even the trees and clouds in the background have mini rainbows painting their surfaces. The whole piece reminds him of a handful of Skittles. I'd like to jump right into this painting.

Jungkook, on the other hand, has painted rain falling upwards from a grass-infested ground. Being lifted in the rainy strokes of brush is a boy wrapped in a purple blanket, his limbs sprawled out as if trying to regain his sense of direction. Although the head is covered by the blanket, Jimin knows that the caught-off-guard boy is him, being abducted by the strange forces of nature. At the top of the page is a haunting yellow swirl of deep charcoals and yellows--what he takes to be some kind of portal. It's odd, a unique painting that holds so many whys that makes Jimin love it even more. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Jungkook had said.

"Jungkook, that's...that's one of the best pictures I've seen." Jimin leans over the canvas, studying each stroke and pocket of mixed color. "And...I have a theory on what it means."

The younger oohs and waits for him to say more. Jimin takes a deep breath.

"Well, based on the rain falling in the reverse direction, I think you're trying to imply the forces of time...like rewinding the day, or time travel. Also, portraying me in a blanket...in a state of vulnerability...that must mean that this happened before we knew each other, before Perilation."

Jungkook listens intently, rubbing his chin. He seems to regard his painting with the air of a critic, squinting at it inquisitively. Jimin continues.

"Also...that portal...hmm. This is where I'm stuck. If this was before I met you, then the yellow would mean that I'm either traveling from the ground into my bedroom, or that I'm traveling to meet the you of the past in a yellow, sponge reality. It's like some force is pushing us together--pushing me towards your portal. Is this painting a way of saying that you think we were put together by fate even before playing the game?" Jimin finishes, scrunching his brows together. I mean, he doesn't know it, but we were kind of related before we met on Perilation. His father worked for the father of my worst enemy. Fucking Gyuri. I wonder if Jungkook's father knew of Gyuri.

"Jimin..." Jungkook starts, licking his lips. "You have an interesting way of seeing things."

"Does that mean I was right?" Jimin waits.

"Well, I actually tried to paint you being forced out of bed by a reverse-gravity hydraulic alarm clock! The yellow in the portal above signifies the yellow walls of your room...and you really don't want to leave the dream you're having about me! That's why you're trying to fight the water, you don't want to wake up."

Jimin blinks at the picture, studying the flailing limbs of his doppelganger. Then, he bursts into laughter, so hard that he's clutching his stomach and leaning on Patrick's arm rests for support.

"HAHAHA! Oh, Jungkook! Haha...that's...whew...! I'm really...HahHAHAH!!" 

"You like it?" Jungkook smiles, holding onto Jimin's waist to support his body now wracked with giggles. Jimin nods, laughing harder. The painting is literally of me not wanting to get out of bed...HAHA!! That makes so much more sense than some trippy fate/time reversal explanation.

"I love it Jungkook...so much."

"Well, I love your painting!" Jungkook wheels over to the side, admiring the vivid rainbows taking up every inch of the canvas. "It's so colorful! Can I tell you my theory on the painting, Melonboy?"

Jimin nods. Jungkook inhales sharply, putting on the most intense, philosophical gaze that a boy his age can muster. Holding his lips, Jimin tries not to burst into fresh cackles. He's really taking this seriously, huh.

"Okay...I may be very wrong, but..." Jungkook trails off, rubbing his chin extra hard. If Jimin didn't know better, he'd think the younger was working on a calculus problem instead of an art theory. "No, no...I think I may be wrong...but maybe? No...that can't be! The orange comes after the red comes before the yellow...but in a different universe? No...my god! What am I thinking...nope, hmmm..."

"Spit it out already!" Jimin is tugging on Jungkook's arm, willing the younger to share his thoughts. "What's your theory?"

"My...my theory is..." Jungkook pauses for dramatic effect. "You're very, very gay."

Eunmi walks in right as Jimin falls to the floor, crying in laughter at Jungkook's blank, serious face. The woman watches as Jimin curls in on himself, forehead touching the smooth wood of the studio floor. Jungkook finally breaks the act as his mom gives him a what the hell are you two doing? eyebrow. His laughs come out harping and boyish.

"I hate to break this moment..." Eunmi smiles as Jimin points at her, laughing harder. He's inconsolable, limply hitting the sides of Jungkook's wheelchair as his chest shakes with humor. "But I'm heading out to run a few errands. I was wondering if you wanted me to grab you any snacks for your movie night tonight?"

Jungkook collects himself faster than Jimin, clearing his throat and wiping at his eyes. "Um...ahah! Whew, sorry. Uh...I'm okay with what we have here, but I know this one would love tons of candy."

Eunmi nods, as if suspecting that. "I can do that. What kind does he like?"

Jimin raises his head, still weakly giggling. He tries to answer, but fails to get out more than one word before falling apart again. With a face contorted in laughter, Jimin swats an arm out at Jungkook as if saying you tell her what I want, I can't right now HAHAH!

Jungkook takes a deep breath. "Jimin isn't too picky with candy, but I would refrain from buying him any sour candies or hot candies. He loves Skittles, but would prefer the tropical kind over any other. Don't buy any package with a shark on it, he doesn't like that brand, and make sure if you buy chocolate bars you don't get the kind with almonds, and he prefers milk chocolate and white chocolate over the bitterness of dark chocolate. Fruit flavored things are great, but watch out for blueberry flavored, he says blueberry flavored candies taste like old milk for some reason. If you buy any colored candy like a sucker, make sure it has yellow in it--he loves banana flavored candies--and if it's packaged, make sure it's bite-sized, cuz he thinks those ones are cuter, and he says if it looks cuter it tastes better, and I believe him. Never sugar-free, never fat-free, always get the one that looks like it would raise your blood sugar to an extremely unhealthy dangerous level-"

"Okay! I think I got it!" Eunmi quickly exits the room, snickering to herself at her son's thoroughness in describing Jimin's candy preferences. By then, Jimin has sobered up a bit, sitting pretzel-legged and staring up at him. 

"Wow...you were spot on." Jimin kneels, wiping one last time at his eyes. "But you forgot my favorite candy."

"I know you're going to say my lips, Jimin-"

"Damn it! I didn't think of that! I was going to say eye-candy and point at you. But your lips are better." Jimin leans in, but Jungkook holds out a hand.

"Wait. We have one more thing on my list of rainy to-do's before I can spend the rest of the day kissing you, Melonrain." Jungkook scoots back from their canvases, wheeling himself towards the door. "We should let those dry for a while. I have to do my daily exercises, and I thought you might love to join me!"

Daily exercises...ooh..."Correction, I'd love to watch you. I know whatever crazy shit you do to be ripped like that will tire me the fuck out."

Jungkook snorts, leading Jimin down to the basement. In the makeshift workout studio that Jimin didn't go in last time he visited, there are long mirrors lining the wall. Dumbbells sit on a rack in the corner next to a large blue exercise ball. Various resistance bands rest in a neat line, and next to that is a simple black bench. A few blue mats sit piled in the corner. Jungkook flicks on the lights, wheeling himself into the room with a smile.

"I know you don't want to do the exercises, so you can be my weight for the day!" Jungkook grabs a mat and drags it onto the floor. Then, he carefully gets off his wheelchair, pulling himself onto the mat. He rolls onto his back, tugging his legs around with him. Jimin watches as the younger reaches his arms out, beckoning him forward. 

"Your weight? Uh...I'm kind of heavy...what do you need me to um, do?"

"I need you to smile. Then, you need to come here, because I want to try and bench you for funsies...and no, Jimin. You definitely aren't heavy." Jungkook wiggles his hands for extra emphasis. Jimin balks, then hesitantly steps forward. His boyfriend nods enthusiastically the whole time, motioning him over like a traffic guard might direct traffic. "Perfect! Now, stand there and cross your arms over your chest. You're going to need to stay stiff like a board, and I'm going to hold you in the middle of your back and on the back of your thighs."

Slowly, Jimin folds his arms across his chest, peeping behind him nervously. What if Jungkook doesn't catch him? What if Jimin actually is too heavy for the other to bench? "Uh, Kook...are you sure you got me...?"

"Positive." Jungkook winks at him, his arms waiting extended in the air. "Just lean back slowly, I'll catch you. If you fall, you'll only fall onto me. I'm a pretty good cushion."

Jimin sucks in a breath. His back reclines gradually, and he shuts his eyes in preparation for the floor. When nothing comes but two warm hands grabbing him, he lets out a relieved sigh. "Woah! I'm floating! Strong is sexy on you, Kook."

The younger grunts, clearly pleased before lowering Jimin up and down several times. By the twentieth rep, the younger is pushing air forcefully out of his mouth. He carefully lowers Jimin's body all the way down onto his stomach so that their bodies are perpendicular. Jimin quickly rolls off of the younger, clapping. He's surprised to see not a single bead of sweat on the younger's face. How come he doesn't get sweaty fast? "See, Jimin?"

"I see." And it's really fucking hot. "Are there any other exercises you need me for?"

"Yes...here, come here. Get in between my legs." Jungkook props his thin legs up so that they're slightly spread and bent, heels planted on the floor. Jimin tries not to blush at the words, he knows the younger didn't mean them suggestively, but a hue tints his cheeks nonetheless. He coughs to cover it up before kneeling with Jungkook's legs on either side of him.

"Okay, now I'm gonna do sit-ups. You need to hold my legs down and pucker up. You have one-hundred kisses coming your way." Jungkook lays on his back, his arms coming up to cradle his head. Jimin holds up a hand, his curious side getting the best of him. 

"Wait...if you're going to steal one-hundred kisses from me, don't I get to steal something too?" Jimin watches the confusion spill across Jungkook's face.

"Uh...sure? What do you want to steal, my breath away?" 

"Hah. Hah. Very funny." Damn that actually is pretty funny, and I wouldn't mind taking his breath away. "I want to steal your shirt."

Jungkook lifts a brow. "You're already wearing my shirt."

Jimin points to the younger's matching black tee. "No, I mean--you take your shirt off."

It takes a few seconds for the words to hit Jungkook, who immediately starts laughing. He nods sheepishly, yanking the t-shirt over his head in a matter of seconds. He tosses it at Jimin's face playfully. He wordlessly starts sitting up, pulling the black shirt away from Jimin's face to steal his first kiss.

"You gotta count, Melonboy. Every kiss is one number. If the kiss is bad, it doesn't count, I'll let you be the judge of that. We're going to-" Jungkook sits up, pressing a chaste kiss to Jimin's lips before his body falls back onto the floor. "One hundred."

This boy is crazy. Especially with his shirt off. Jimin begins counting as his boyfriend sits up, smacks their lips together, and goes down. Each crunch of the younger's body highlights the tensing of his abdominals and leaves Jimin feeling extra hot. It's as if Jungkook took some of his black paint to cast shadows between each individual muscle under his skin, creating a solid expanse of definitive muscle tone.

Jungkook's lips against his are the only distraction keeping him from staring at the younger's fit body. And the kisses don't do much to put out the fiery thoughts running through his mind. Jimin curses himself for asking Jungkook to take off his shirt beforehand. He's now starting to break out in sweat. And I'm not even doing the exercises! Maybe I should close my eyes. Nah, I can't miss out on eye candy!

"Sixty three." Kiss. "Sixty four." Kiss. "Sixty five." Kiss. "Sixty five." Kiss differently. "That's better. Sixty six."

This goes on slowly, tensely, the younger's entire torso flexing with every complete sit up. His dark eyes watch Jimin in determination. As Jungkook sits up, the air flows from his mouth in a puff before he kisses Jimin and inhales on the way down. It's a nice interval, a steady rhythm--and as it continues, Jimin finds himself fidgeting in place.

"One hundred! You did it!" Jimin holds out a hand for a high five and gets a fist instead. He giggles, trying to pull himself out between Jungkook's legs. The younger holds up a hand.

"Wait...wait..." He pants a little, and for the first time Jimin spots a few dots of perspiration on his forehead. His hands cup under his head as he sits there, breathing at the ceiling. "Could you just...just..."

Jimin waits for him to continue. When he doesn't- "Can I...what?"

Jungkook doesn't look at him, his eyes attached to the ceiling lights. A look of fear? doubt? flits over the younger's features and a bead of sweat rolls down over his brow. Jimin tries not to pay attention to the way Jungkook's bare, slightly glistening chest is rising and falling or how the younger has a mole close to the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Jimin...do you...trust me?" Jungkook finally meets his gaze, although it's much more reserved than before. No snarky wink, no cheeky glare. Just a curiosity that he wants answered. 

"Of course I trust you, Jungkook." Why is he asking me that? 

"If you trust me...would you..." Jungkook is staring directly at him. Intensely. "Take your shirt off?"

Oh...oh...!!!! 

"Yes." 

Jimin undoes the knot holding the makeshift crop top onto his stomach. Without hesitation, he tosses the article of clothing on top of Jungkook's shirt. The younger sits up a bit, leaning on his elbows. He seems heartened by Jimin's fast compliance, and isn't shy about raking his gaze over Jimin's milky chest.

"Now...would you...come closer?" Jungkook points to his chest. "Lay on me?"

"Y-yes." 

Jimin doesn't know what's going on through the younger's mind, but he's loving every second of it. Pointy butterflies prance around in his guts, lighting on fire as he lowers himself on top of the younger, being careful not to put too much weight below the waist. Jungkook said he couldn't feel anything on top of his legs, but Jimin doesn't want to unintentionally bruise the boy.

"Now..." Jungkook's chest is as hot as his, rising and falling unevenly now. His lips ghost over the side of Jimin's bare neck sending shivers down his spine. "Would you kiss me?"

Jimin answers not with a word, but with his lips. This time the kiss isn't a chaste kiss of a sit-up or a languid kiss of a rainy day...it's a fiery hot kiss that has Jimin's body screaming for more. Jungkook's torso arches up against his, demanding more from the elder with his hungry, clashing teeth and wild touches. Jimin doesn't know what came into the other since they were painting, but whatever it was, Jimin likes it. 

He likes this side of Jungkook--he likes how the younger can turn from charming to cute to sexy in the flip of a dime, never failing to amaze Jimin with his various sides.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls Jimin harshly on top of his body, and Jimin's knees slip out from under him. His full weight is suddenly between the younger's legs and he breaks the kiss, scrambling to get off of the younger's paralyzed body. I don't want to hurt him!

"Jimin, don't panic. It's alright." Jungkook pulls Jimin back down onto him, groaning lowly. Jimin's heart pounds frantically at the noise, a thousand questions flitting across his face. The younger must sense his confusion. "Just cuz I can't feel the same things on the outside does not mean I don't feel the same pleasure on the inside...my body responds the same way as yours."

Jimin blinks, his hips resting gently on top of Jungkook's. And here I thought I couldn't touch the guy. "O-oh."

"Don't worry about hurting me." Jungkook pulls Jimin's head close, kissing down the side of his jaw. The breathy moan that spills from Jimin's lips doesn't sound as muffled as it once might have. He doesn't care if he seems desperate, shamelessly needy--he feels attraction to Jungkook, and hell if he's going to try and curb that.

Soon, Jimin is grinding down on Jungkook--and he can feel that he isn't alone in his attraction. At a glance, he can see the younger's arousal through the sweatpants, making his head swim. Jungkook brings their lips together again, slipping his tongue in for a messy kiss that leaves Jimin gasping for air. 

"Jimin." Jungkook's voice is low against his lips. Urgent. The younger brings a hand down to the waistband of Jimin's sweatpants, his fingers slipping under the material, teasing at the soft skin of his lower stomach. Edging downwards. "May I-"

"Please do. Please." Jimin lowers his hand on top of Jungkook's, encouraging the boy's hand lower into his pants. As Jungkook reaches him, Jimin releases a wispy breath into the younger's mouth. His head sharply twists to the side at the pleasure rushing into him from the younger's touch. Jimin spots them in the mirror, staring at the scene and realizing how dirty it looks.

Here they are, supposed to be exercising, surrounded by weights and mats...but here they are, exercising their lust--Jimin laying topless on top of his solid boyfriend, getting a handjob as the younger groans into his ear. It's wild, spontaneous...nothing like any other time he was ever with another male. And he loves it--how they just know when they want each other. How Jungkook can turn him to putty by a single touch.

"Mmm...Jungkook..." Jimin mewls into his boyfriend's ear, bucking his hips as he approaches his high. His mouth is all but consumed by the younger in the same ravenous, unrestrained manner that Jungkook eats his soup. "Jung--OOOH!"

Jimin reaches his high, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the younger boy finishes him off. Before he can fully come down from his high, or even ask Jungkook for a change of pants--his are all ruined now, sticky and uncomfortable--they hear a noise coming from upstairs. Jungkook's eyes widen at him, pushing Jimin off and pointing to the mat-wipes in the corner of the room. Jimin hops up, sprinting to get them--nearly slipping and crashing as his foot slips on their discarded shirts. Then, another noise sounds out...a door opening. Shit!

Simultaneously, they hold their breath, perking their ears up for more loud thunder or the mailman, to disprove that anyone else is in the house. Jungkook holds a finger up to his swollen, saliva-slick lips, getting up onto his elbows and staring worriedly at the ceiling. Jimin stares at his boyfriend's beauty, hoping that Eunmi doesn't murder them.

Footsteps pound around frantically upstairs."Damn credit card! I knew I forgot you here!" The footsteps leave just as fast, followed by a door slam. The sound of a distant car droning away lets them know they're safe.

"Holy. Shit." Jimin cleans himself up the best he can, walking over to a frazzled (and still hard) Jungkook. "I've never been so fucking scared in my life."

"Me either, Melonsexy." Jungkook reaches out for his shirt, readying to put it back on. Jimin stops him, grabbing onto his wrist. This boy is insane! Does he not expect anything back?

"Hey! No. That's not fair." Jimin points to the other's groin, lowering himself onto the mat again. "You think I'm just going to leave you like that?"

Jungkook stares at him, mouth parted in silent surprise.

Jimin smiles.

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