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"Have you ever done this before?"

Jungkook and Jimin sat in the centre of the older male's bed, a small television adjacent to them now turned on and playing reruns of a show neither of them recognized. The lights were dim due to how late it was, the only lights being the warm glow Jimin's bedside lamp cast across the room.

Jungkook held a lighter in his one hand, and the joint in his other, waiting for Jimin to answer before he lit it.

The older male scoffed at the question, shoving Jungkook's shoulder softly and causing the younger male to help when he nearly tumbled off the bed.

"I'm older than you, don't try to treat me like the baby here." Jimin laughed softly, nodding at the lighter as silent confirmation for Jungkook to go on and light it. "I used to smoke, a few years ago, but not often because I needed my brain to be as clear as possible to do what I do. Finally, I just ended up cutting it out completely because it just didn't make sense for my lifestyle."

He watched as Jungkook flicked the lighter a few times, igniting the flame and making new shadows dance against the walls of his bedroom. The brunette placed the joint between his lips once more, bringing the flame to the end of it to light it. Something about him, Jimin just couldn't tear his eyes away from.

His hair was drying, fluffed up and frizzy brunette strands looking so soft to the touch. There was a small purple bruise blooming on the side of his nose now, and there was a cut on his lip. It must not have caused him any pain though, because the younger male inhaled the smoke nonetheless, before breathing it out in a deep exhale into the air.

The smoke cloud swirled in the still air, before rising to the ceiling and slowly dissipating

"It's actually been a little while since I've smoked too." Jungkook finally spoke, observing the tendrils of smoke that left the end of the joint and swirled around his fingertips. He could feel the comfortable warmth associated with his drug of choice already, a small smile on his lips. "Been spending too much time with you, I haven't really had the time or energy to."

"Is that a bad thing?" Jimin asked softly, reaching out when Jungkook extended the joint out to him. Yoongi would smell this, that was obvious, but it was raining outside and right now Jimin couldn't find him caring about anything else other than the boy sitting next to him.

"Probably not." Jungkook shrugged, eyes scanning across Jimin. "It's not like it's good for me." The older male brought the joint to his lips and inhaled. The end of the joint crackled as Jimin took a drag off of it, and it made Jungkook gulp. He made it look so good. How he held the joint so delicately, how he tipped his head back when he exhaled, smoke slipping past his plump lips. The moonlight filtered in through the open window, and it made the silver strands atop Jimin's head glow.

The mere sight of him was intoxicating, and Jungkook was hooked. He just couldn't look away, not that he even wanted to anyway. Jimin was a marvel, a centrepiece in every room that he stood in. Jungkook's fingers twitched from how badly he just wanted to reach out and touch him, but he knew that he couldn't - choosing instead to curl his fingers around the blanket on Jimin's bed.

Jimin sighed softly, welcoming the warmth and tingling that enveloped his body. It was probably due to how long it had been since he had last smoked, but he found his eyelids already feeling heavy and he chuckled softly. It felt nice, relaxation taking hold of his body for the the first time in what felt like forever.

"What were you doing up so late?" Jungkook asked, breaking the silence between them. Jimin passed the joint back to the younger male, and the blush that spread across his face didn't go unnoticed.

"I couldn't sleep." Jimin lied, averting his gaze from Jungkook and choosing to focus on the television instead. "We're going to be launching another heist soon, my brain is just a bit frazzled." It sounded believable, and he was proud of himself for coming up with a fib so effortlessly. He couldn't just tell the younger male that he had been up all night thinking about him.

These thoughts were only getting worse the longer he stayed in Jungkook's presence, too. Jimin thought, at first, that he would be able to quickly shove whatever these feelings were down, but it was becoming apparent that wasn't an option.

It was just everything about Jungkook. They way he looked, the way he talked, the way he smiled. Every single aspect of him poked and prodded at all of the hidden feelings Jimin had been trying to bury away, and as the minutes ticked by it became clearer to Jimin that they weren't just going to disappear.

Jimin just wanted him, in every way possible. It was a fact that was indisputable as he watched Jungkook inhale the joint smoke through his nose, a shiver going down his spine as he exhaled it. Jimin's heart thudded, mouth going dry as he shamelessly stared at the brunette beside him.

"Are you nervous about working with me?" Jungkook warm brown eyes met Jimin's, eyelids drooping. More smoke slipped past his lips as he spoke, and he passed the joint back to Jimin again. It was almost finished by this point, a haze of smoke coating the air of Jimin's bedroom.

"I've been working with you for awhile now, what do you mean?" The older male asked, blowing a few pieces of hair out of his eyes before bringing the joint to his lips once more. The smoke tasted like citrus and pine, and he couldn't help but wonder if it tasted the same off of Jungkook's lips. His thoughts were so dangerous, and they were getting impossible to push away.

"I mean, on a heist, or whatever." Jungkook elaborated, tightening the strings of the hoodie he wore. "This is kind of like, my chance to prove it to you. Aren't you afraid that I'm going to fuck up?" He was fidgeting with the hoodie strings, and Jimin could tell that he was extremely nervous as he asked.

"You proved yourself to me awhile ago." Jimin answered, watching as Jungkook bit his bottom lip to try and hide a smile in response to the words he spoke. "The first time we met, you proved me wrong when I thought I was just going to end up killing you." A piece of ash fell off of the end of the joint, landing on Jimin's black jeans. "I'm not nervous about you at all. I wouldn't have let you be a part of it, if I was."

"Why do you think so highly of me?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you think so lowly of yourself?" He countered, and Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. "You know what you're doing. You had enough confidence to rob a bank before you even met me. Now that you have a partner, things will only go smoothly, right?"

Jungkook nodded slowly, and maybe it was the weed, but he found himself completely fixated on the man who sat in front of him. Jimin's eyes, the sparse freckles that dotted across Jimin's nose, his jawline, his lips. He gulped as he let his gaze linger on Jimin's lips for just a moment, and the thoughts that came to his mind had him turning red.

Jimin noticed. He noticed how Jungkook's eyes danced across his face, and how when they stopped at his lips, Jungkook was blushing.

He shouldn't. Jimin wanted to fulfill Jungkook's thoughts so badly. To pull the younger boy close was the only thing in the world that he wanted, but it was such a bad idea. It would complicate things so much more, right before they were about to pull off a big heist.

But did he care? Maybe it was his subconscious mind, but Jimin found himself sliding closer to Jungkook anyway. Their thighs touched, and he felt Jungkook jolt slightly, the younger boy looking back to Jimin with a surprised expression.

"What's up?" He asked, addressing the space that had been eliminated between them. Jungkook's heart was going crazy, his whole body tingling as Jimin brushed up against him.

"Window's making it cold where I was sitting." Jimin shrugged, looking up to meet Jungkook's gaze. When making eye contact, it became apparent how much closer they truly were. "You looked warmer."

Jungkook gulped, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

"You can have your sweater back, if you want." He suggested nervously, tearing his eyes away from Jimin to keep his face from getting any redder than it already was.

Jimin merely shook his head, ignoring the rest of his rational thought as he spoke his next words.

"You can keep it. You look good in it." He didn't even try to take back his words, just waiting for Jungkook's reaction after his unfiltered thoughts rang into the air.

Jungkook looked back to him with wide eyes, and god, he looked so perfect. His cheeks were painted with the adorable blush that Jimin was so good at bringing out, and his lips were tinted pinker due to how he had been nervously biting at his piercing. It seemed like time had stopped then, Jimin absolutely drowning in Jungkook's eyes as the younger boy hesitantly brought one hand down to rest on his leg.

It was just too tempting, and Jimin found himself moving closer without even realizing, the craving for Jungkook's touch becoming too much to bear. Right then, he didn't care if he shouldn't have Jungkook. - he was going to take him anyway.

The moment he noticed Jimin moving closer to him, his his gaze cast on his lips, Jungkook didn't hesitate to close the distance. The thoughts in his brain just wouldn't be satisfied until he had Jimin's lips on his.

And the moment they made contact, Jungkook was melting. His brain was going crazy, not able to think about any else other than the fact that he was kissing Jimin. He had Jimin's soft lips slowly moving against his, one of Jimin's hand on the back of his neck gently. It was everything that he had wanted and more.

But it was ripped away from him too soon, as Jimin pulled away quickly with a surprised expression on his face. He looked away from Jungkook, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I shouldn't have done that." He spoke softly, making Jungkook frown. The younger boy wasted no time before he reached forwards, cupping Jimin's face softly and turning his head to look at him.

"I don't care." He spoke, staring deep into Jimin's eyes as he did so. Jimin took in a shaky breath, the tension in the room making the air feel thicker. "I want you to do it again."

Jungkook watched as Jimin's eyes darkened, lips parted as they looked at eachother.

"Oh, fuck." Jimin spoke under his breath, and the last bits of his will power faded away once he was pressing his lips to Jungkook's again.

The younger boy's lips were so soft, and the coldness of his lip piercing only made it that much more addicting. Jimin pressed forward, deepening the kiss as his lips moved against Jungkook's. Jungkook's teeth bit softly at his bottom lip, and Jimin shuddered. He tangled one of his hands in Jungkook's hair, the warmth in the chest only growing more noticeable when he noticed how soft it was.

Soon enough Jungkook found himself being pushed backwards, his back coming into contact with the soft material of Jimin's sheets. His chest heaved, and his lips were swollen and glossy. Jungkook gulped, and he thought he was dreaming when Jimin crawled on top of him.

Jimin's hair shone in the glow of the television as he stared down at Jungkook. He had the same look in his eyes as he did before, only this time, Jungkook knew what he was thinking. Jimin wanted him. The realization alone had Jungkook reaching up and pulling the older male closer to him once more, wrapping his arms around Jimin's neck. Never in a million years did he think that the feelings he had been pushing down would actually have been reciprocated.

It was just enough and not enough at all as Jimin pressed their lips together once more, a small whimper leaving Jungkook's lips as he melted into Jimin's hold. He didn't even realize how much he had wanted this, until it was actually happening. Jimin's hands were calloused and worn, but they felt like angel's feathers as they brushed against the skin of Jungkook's neck.

Their lips moved in unison, hands grabbing at anything they could and finger's skirting across any exposed skin. It was heaven on earth. Any aches and pains that may have been present in Jungkook's body before had been pushed to the side to make room for the absolute bliss he felt in that moment.

It was like they were both starving, Jungkook slipping his tongue past Jimin's parted lips and his hands gripping at Jimin's shoulder's tighter at the sound he made due to it.

Nervous fingers slid down Jimin's abdomen, smoothing across all of the muscles the were hidden beneath the black material of the older male's t-shirt. Jungkook curled his fingers around the hem of Jimin's shirt gently, impatient fingers already beginning to slip beneath the material.

"Don't be greedy." Jimin pulled away, his hot breath fanning across Jungkook's lips as he spoke. His eyes were blazing with passion, his lips kiss swollen and raw as he brought one of his hands down to place on top of Jungkook's.

"That's rich, coming from you." Locked in a staring match with Jimin once more, Jungkook slipped his hand underneath the older male's shirt. His fingers tingled as he felt the smooth skin of Jimin's abdomen, and they slowly slid upwards to rest upon Jimin's waist. "Being greedy is what you do for a living."

Jimin breathed out a shaky breath, trying to suppress the shiver that went down his spine at Jungkook's words. Jungkook gripped his waist, fingernails digging in just deep enough to make Jimin's breath falter. The younger male lay beneath him, hair fanning out against Jimin's pillow. His lips were swollen and glossy, and his cheeks were dusted the shade of pink that Jimin had come to adore. His sweater had been hiked up and the hem of his sweatpants sat lower than before, exposing a never before seen expanse of skin for Jimin to rake his eyes across.

"You're dangerous." Jimin spoke lowly, running the palm of his left hand against the exposed skin of Jungkook's stomach. It was hot to the touch, but it was so smooth underneath Jimin's fingertips.

Jungkook brought his hand out from under Jimin's shirt before wrapping his arms around the older male's neck. His heart was racing, but he couldn't find himself able to let go of Jimin now that he had him.

"The most fun things are."

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a/n
they KISSED!! fuckin finally god damn I'm the one writing it and I've been getting impatient

- Charlie