Party Party yeAh?
Warning: 18+ish
Warning: ...it's a little Wattpaddy but at the end of the days that's what we're here for 😉

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"This must be hard for you." Jimin said, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook physically tear himself apart not to kiss or touch Jimin. "I'm sorry." He added, giving Jungkook a cautious look. "I'm attracted to you but I'm not ... him."

Jungkook shivered. Jimin watched that beautiful, chisvled body ripple.

Dangeorus. He thought.

"Can I kiss you?" Jungkook asked, throat bobbing. He flexed those long, tattooed fingers and Jimin watched the veins pop up under his skin. It caused bumps to crawl up his skin and a shiver dance down his spine. An echo of a feeling brushed against his chest: excitement and familiarity.

Though why he felt so familiar looking at Jungkook's fingers, he could only imagine.

Jimin paused and realized that somehow he'd leaned back on the couch and Jungkook was now leaning over him. He remembered some blue apartment room in college where Jungkook had looked a lot younger and Jimin was the one on top. They'd made out then, Jimin knew. The memory was oddly crisp, returning to him same as biting into a green apple.

Even if only on a purely physical level, Jimin had to admit he still wanted Jungkook. His head spun for that rain water cologne, the powerful lines of the body on top of him, and that voice like silk or sweet honey. He wanted to hear it, he realized.

He wanted to hear him moan.

"I'm not him." Jimin repeated, shocked by how his body was buzzing with the idea of touching Jungkook. Of being touched by him.

Jungkook shuddered, his face now inches from Jimin's own. A bead of sweat trickled down his bare chest, his dark curls of hair loose around his face like a crown made of pure night sky.

Jimin took the backwards baseball cap off Jungkook's head to free the rest of his curls and placed it instead on his own head. Jungkook's eyes widened, the hints of gold brightening like a lit candle wick.

Jimin bit his lip in thought as he looked up at him.

He was beautiful.

Jungkook was breathtaking, sweat and gasps and all. Disheveled and with troubled eyes, he towered over Jimin's frame and looked like a warrior in an old painting hung in some fancy museum. Was Jimin attracted to him physically? Yes. Very, he realized.

Slowly, careful of Jungkook's consent, Jimin drew his thumb over Jungkook's lips, and they were as soft as that flash of a memory promised that they'd be. His body craved Jungkook, maybe it didn't have to be anything meaningful, this feeling between them. Maybe they could explore it without complicating things too much. Sex is just sex - right?

"Stop me if you want. You say stop and I will." Jimin said quietly, looking into Jungkook's eyes to make sure he heard.

Jungkook nodded. "It's okay, keep going."

Jimin arched his spine up, wondering how those lips would feel pressing, brushing, sucking the rest of his body. He wanted him, his body yearned in a way Jimin couldn't possibly remember begging for some else's touch ever in his life. Not even in the college memory.

Jungkook trembled. Again with restraint, Jimin realized.

"Is this torture for you?" Jimin repeated as Jungkook fully shifted on top of Jimin as Jimin's back laid to the couch. Jimin watched Jungkook take a slow breath as he brought those soft lips to Jimin's collarbone causing Jimin to gasp, shifting his legs against the touch as his skin burned where his mouth met.

"It is." Jungkook barely managed to groan out with a voice low and husky before sucking down on the skin he'd kissed. His teeth bit above Jimin's collarbone before sucking down, pushing his body against Jimin's.

Jimin's legs stretched out again and his fingers dug into Jungkook's bare shoulder as he gasped out a moan. His heart was pounding against his chest and he dug his hand further into Jungkook's shoulder to ground himself as he could feel Jungkook harden through his sweats.

"Like you couldn't possibly imagine." Jungkook said into Jimin's skin, sweat on his neck and his muscles tense, like a lion ready to pounce. His lips moved to sucking on Jimin's neck and using his large hand to cup the other side of it, applying light pressure which caused Jimin to gasp.

"But Jimin, I fell in love with you when I first met you. You're not a stranger to me - not now, not ever. You're still Jimin and that's what matters."

Something unraveled in Jimin's chest, a warmth spreading through his body like a safety net encasing it. He drew his hands into Jungkook's thick hair and pulled so that Jungkook's throat was revealed to him as he leaned up and sucked right at the top of Jungkook's throat. Jungkook gave a surprised groan turned into a sweeter sound as Jimin's other hand pushed against his dick over the fabric of his sweats.

"It's different now, but if you feel safe and comfortable, then fuck me." Jimin said and loosened his hand off Jungkook, biting his lip patiently as his body roared for more contact. "But you have to feel comfortable too." Jimin managed to say before the ringing in his head, louder than any siren he'd ever heard, screaming for more. He couldn't breathe properly, couldn't think, his own dick pained from the need of release, but he'd wait till the beautiful man before him agreed.

Jungkook growled and his body finally relaxed as he moved his hands to cuff Jimin's own, pinning them over his head. With one hand, he held both of Jimin's wrists, before taking off Jimin's shirt and tossing it on the floor. Then, with Jimin firmly locked in place, he arched down and licked down Jimin's chest. He lingered at Jimin's hips, teasingly lowering his tongue until he was just above Jimin's waist band which caused stars to burst against Jimin's eyes and he cried out a needy, primal sound from his throat which caused Jungkook's own gaze to blaze as if he were on drugs.

Jimin tried to push against his restraints but Jungkook clicked his tongue and moved to lick a circle around Jimin's nipples, causing the boy to arch his spine when Jungkook used his free hand to slip into Jimin's pants and wrap around his dick. He swept over it with his thumb causing Jimin's pants to worsen. With a quick movement, Jimin managed to loosen out of Jungkook's grip and his hand went to the man's back, aiming for small movements up and down his sides to contrast the faster pumps Jungkook was giving Jimin.

God. He needed more, needed more, needed more. Nothing ever felt like Jungkook's fingers teasing him, drawing slow pumps up then down then fast again and again until Jimin saw nothing but black behind his eyes. His core sang, like nothing would ever be this right, feel as right, as being with him. Like he'd been depraved of a drug Jimin hadn't known he was addicted to.

Jimin hummed, lifting his lips to meet Jungkook's and it was like a star finally burst inside him. Universes within him were created and destroyed and created again within seconds, as if every part of his being somehow heard the same call, the same cry for Jungkook. There were no new memories, no solid images or words, just this feeling. This aching for more, more, more, always and forever. There was no higher ecstasy, no greater pain, than this feeling.

Jungkook ripped away from Jimin's lips and threw himself back on the couch the second the kiss was done. His chest was heaving, those dark curls wet against his forehead with sweat. He was flexing and unflexing his hand like it could somehow calm him down. On his face, to Jimin's horror, was the most honest expression Jimin had yet seen from him.

Regret.

"I-I'm sorry." Jimin said, shaking. "I'm so sorry." he said as he stood up and ran for the bathroom, stumbling before he could get the door shut behind him and slide down onto the floor. His body was still shaking, still humming for that man in the next room.

Sounds intense, Jimin had huffed.

It was. We were.

Intense? Intense doesn't even begin to cover what Jimin had just felt the moment their lips met. Intense would never cover it. Who are you? Who was I? What were we? Jimin's thoughts raced as he brought his knees into his chest, his eyes leaving wet streaks on his cheeks. He never believed he could crave for someone the way his body craved Jungkook. Never once in his life had any stupid high school fling held a flame to the fucking burning city that was...that.

Jimin sobbed, sobbed so hard it felt like someone had thrust their hand into his chest, broken his ribs, and pulled his heart out. He was alone in a body that was five years older living a life with five more years of history than it should be with a five year relationship of moments lost.

Sounds intense.

It was. We were.

Jimin sobbed again. Who am I? Who are you? What the actual fuck was that? He thought again as he pulled his knees back into his chest, staring at the door like someone would come and tell him this was all some cruel joke or stupid dream and everything would go back to normal tomorrow. He'd blink and he'd be strapped back in that car with his dad singing in the most off key tone the world had ever heard, all of college yet for him to conquer.

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A/N:
Um. Hehe? You know....18+ 🤷‍♀️

Sorry I was gone for so long 😅

- Vio