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Jin is is up on the balcony in Jungkook’s room sitting with a girl. She looks very familiar but Jungkook can’t quite place her. They stand up as Jungkook and Jimin enter. Jimin startles when he sees her and does a little hop backwards. Before he can say anything, Jin smothers Jimin in a bear hug, picking him up and carrying him around. “I missed you Jiminie.”
“I missed you too,” Jimin says, when Jin finally puts him down. Jimin glances behind him at the girl warily. Jungkook hangs back. Jin notices and gently pushes him forward.
“Chaeyoung, this is Jungkook.”
“I’m Jimin’s sister” she says, bowing politely. No wonder she looks familiar. She sizes Jungkook up and down then smiles and looks over at Jimin, who is lurking apprehensively near the door.
“I’m very pleased to meet you,” Jungkook says, with a nervous bow of his own. She smiles again and then turns to Jimin and hums. She looks back and forth between him and Jungkook. Jimin is frozen, gripping the door frame. Chaeyoung comes over to him and playfully pokes him in the ribs.
“Oh Jimin, of course I know… I’ve always known!” she reaches over and puts her arm around him. Jimin goes red all over. “He’s cute,” she whispers to him. Jungkook overhears her and blushes as well.
“Chaeyoung!!” Jimin whispers, mortified.
“Don’t worry, no one else knows. But I want you to know that I’m fine with it. I’m so glad you’ve finally come to your senses.”
Jimin looks at her, blankly processing. Chaeyong gives him the fondest smile. Jimin glances up at Jin with a slightly accusatory look.
“She already knew, Jimin, I didn’t say anything,” he says softly. Jimin looks back up at his sister and smiles tentatively. She draws him into an awkward hug, and Jimin finally lets a little bit of his guard down.
The old ajumma that is employed at the Pension knocks at the door and arrives with a tray of hot food. Jin thanks and hugs her and she shuffles off to leave them to it. Jungkook’s stomach responds with a loud growl, the last food he had was with the old woman on the jetty.
Jin and Chaeyoung do most of the talking, just nattering on generally about old times, old friends and the various unsurprising fates of so and so.
The food is so restorative, Jungkook can barely speak, he just lets the food and the company put him back together again. Jimin sits next to Jin, too tentative to look at anything except his plate, the shock of Chaeyoung’s acknowledgement still sinking in. Jungkook nudges him ever so subtly with his foot and their eyes meet. It’s okay baby. It’s going to be okay. Jimin looks misty eyed. He has a dazed smile on his face. Someone from his family knows him and it’s actually okay, he’s not in trouble for it. Maybe for the first time. There is an opening there and Jungkook rises up from his seat to grasp it.
“I want to take Jimin back with me,” he blurts out, far too loudly, interrupting the conversation. Chaeyoung turns around to face him. She looks at Jimin. He is shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Jin moves closer to Jimin and touches him gently on his arm. “If you want to come, Jimin, we’d really like to take you back. You’ve got a home there….”
Chaeyoung looks at Jin and nods slowly. “Minnie…” she says gently. He looks down at the ground. “What do you want?”
Jimin swallows uncomfortably. He looks over at Jungkook. That’s what he wants. Chaeyoung notices too. She looks over at Jungkook and smiles warmly.
But then the familiar self doubt clouds Jimin’s face. “I don’t know… before he died, dad told me….”
Chaeyoung scrunches up her nose. She stands up and paces. “Yeah dad’s wishes… I know.” She drums her fingers along the railing. “Look I love dad, but you know…. ahhh…” She scrunches up her face again. “He actually did us both over. Jimin, I don’t want to take anything away from you, but you at the head of the company? Is it even good for anyone? You haven’t got a business minded bone in your body. Did you know that I have been pretty much running the damn thing since he got sick? For the last few years.”
Chaeyoung’s brow creases and it is obvious that Jimin isn’t the only one who has suffered under the oppressive suffocation of their family. “And you know, he didn’t really notice. He thought I was just doing secretarial work. Not important to him. Because I should be concentrating on finding a damn husband…”
Jimin looks up at her. It looks like this is all news to him too. “Chae…”
“Yeah, you know we rose our profit return by 10% last year and 20% this one and it was because of my hard work… I’ve been working my butt off. He probably just though the market was doing well, he was too sick to do it himself…. he’s not going to admit it was because of his daughter… Of course he wanted you to take it over, you are his son…” She looks at him pointedly. There is the faintest hint of bitterness there, but it’s not really aimed towards Jimin. “No offence Jimin, but every time you even go into that office, you get so depressed you end up at the beach pining for Jungkook all day, and the company gets into further disarray….”
Jimin looks up at her in wonder, and what looks like some sort of epiphany slowly dawning on his face.
“I know how dad treated you… and I know how blindly filial you are, but it’s stupid you being here when you could be happy with Jungkook in Yehongan. I’m not going to lie, I want the company. I want to run it, I don’t want to be the secretary, I want to be the CEO. Dad might have wanted me to be someone’s wife, but right now what I want is to have a career. If you go back to University, you can follow what you want.”
“But Mama…”
“Will cope. She’s been so worried sick about your mental health since you got here, she’s considering sending you to a psychiatrist…”
Jimin bites harder on his lip. He looks up at Chaeyoung and finally his face cracks a smile. “A psychiatrist?”
“Yup. Heard her telling Auntie.”
“Do you think I should tell her… you know, about me and Jungkook?”
“Jesus Jimin… baby steps, okay? Baby steps.”
“What do you want Jimin?” Jin asks.
“Jungkook” he says, this time without hesitation. “I want to be with Jungkook. And I’d like to go home… to Yeonghon,” he looks over at Jungkook and smiles, light and hopeful.
Jungkook lets go of the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. His hand reaches up to cover his mouth and he tries to control the wobble of his lower lip. He bites down on it, hard. Jin’s hand subtly reaches over and squeezes onto his leg. Don’t cry. Don’t cry….
Chaeyoung shoots at glance over at him and pulls Jimin up. “Come on, you come with me. Mama will be worried, its really late and we need to talk to her tomorrow.” Jimin nods and hops up. He moves to say goodbye to Jungkook, but Jungkook is hiding behind Jin. He peeps out and waves quickly then moves back again. Before Jimin can coax him out, Chaeyoung is dragging him down the stairs.
Jin waits until he hears Chaeyoung’s car start then he turns around and wraps Jungkook in his arms, moving him inside off the balcony. “I think we did it,” he says smiling happily. Jungkook can only nod, voice too choked up to speak.
He looks up at Jin and he is smiling but the emotions are too much. “I’m sorry…” he snuffles. “It’s just that it finally happened… I didn’t mean to cry about it.”
Jin kisses him on the forehead and gently releases him. “Go and have a bath and go to bed” he says kindly.
The water washes away the last knots of tension from his body and he realises he is utterly exhausted. Sleep comes easily for the first time in weeks.
Jungkook is woken some hours later by the sound of a pebble hitting the window. He blinks his eyes open and rolls over and closes them again. Another pebble hits the window. He sits up disorientated. Where…? Meolli…. that’s right… Then another one hits with a thwack, making him jump. He gets up and shuffles over, opening the curtains and peering nervously out.
It’s Jimin. He is spotlighted by the outside light, smiling wildly and holding a bunch of flowers that looks like it was picked from all the neighborhood gardens. Jungkook’s mouth hangs open in delight. He leans out the window and Jimin thrusts his messy bouquet upwards. Jungkook holds up a finger in a signal to wait and he pads downstairs and silently lets him in.
They stand in the stairwell holding hands grinning, drumming little beats of excitement into the carpet with their feet. A happy squeak escapes from Jimin’s lips. They both reach forward to kiss at the same time but it doesn’t coordinate well and they collide somewhere in the middle. Jimin goes red and Jungkook lets out a little giggle. He grabs him by the hand and leads him up the stairs to the bedroom.
He closes the door as quietly as he can behind them. Jimin stumbles as he drops his backpack and accidentally scatters flowers all over the floor. Neither of them stop to pick them up. Jimin stands in the middle of the room smiling so much he has to cover his mouth. Jungkook beams back at him. “You’re here!”
“I didn’t get to say goodnight,” Jimin says, taking a step forward, leaning in and nuzzling his head into Jungkook’s shoulder. His invisible tail is wagging. “Chaeyoung thought you were going to cry so she dragged me away against my will…”
“I wasn’t going to cry,” Jungkook lies, playfully swatting at him.
Jimin raises an eyebrow at him. “Well… maybe you didn't, but I might have… just a little bit. Ha… yeah, pretty embarrassing….” he rolls his head back onto the wall. “Chaeyoung and I talked for ages… you know I’ve never really talked… well, to anyone really, about personal stuff. I’m not used to it, I didn’t really actually think she’d be as cool as she is. I wasn’t that close to her growing up. I guess I was pretty wrapped up in my own world. Weird thing is, she’s kind of like my dad, but nice. I didn’t realise she was holding so much stuff together for everyone, I guess she’s pretty tough most of the time.”
Jungkook moves over next to him close enough so their sides are touching. Jimin blushes again and tentatively moves his arm so it it wrapped around his, and rests his head on his shoulder. Jungkook feels warm and fluttery all over.
“She asked me about you…” Jimin says, as he snuggles into his side. “Told her I was in love with you…” Jungkook bites his lip and snuggles back. It’s actually happening. It’s real.
“And then I told her how badly I fucked it all up… and how much I want to make it right again…”
Jungkook moves around so he is facing Jimin. This is a beginning. He reaches over to Jimin’s face and moves the hair from in front of his eyes, letting a finger trace down his cheek to under his chin. He slowly angles it up. “Jimin…. It doesn’t even matter any more. I mean, I’m so happy right now…”
Jimin encircles his waist and leans up to kiss him. “We have a lot of catching up to do…”
“We do…”
“We could start right now…”
“We could…”
Jungkook takes a step forward, grinning mischievously and keeps going until he pushes his body against Jimin’s, flat against the wall. He lets his hand trail down Jimin’s chest slowly and then lifts it off just before it reaches his waistband.
Jimin looks at him and swallows hard. Jungkook’s eyes twinkle dangerously. For once he has the upper hand in the flirting. They stare at each other for a beat. The intensity of emotions that is boiling inside him is echoed in Jimin’s eyes. No more doubting… Their foreheads slowly tip together until they touch.
“I want to make love to you…” whispers Jimin. He shifts his head and kisses down his neck.
Jungkook’s breath hitches. There goes the upper hand… He let’s his head fall back as Jimin kisses his way down to his collarbone, his hands slipping up under his shirt. He lets out a little gasp as Jimin’s fingers find their way to bare skin.
“Are my fingers too cold?”
“No… it’s just… ahhhh,” he lets out a sigh, heat blooming inside him. His body jerks involuntarily as Jimin’s fingers caress across his chest.
“Ticklish?”
“No… it’s just….”
“Sensitive?”
“Oh god…. ”
Jungkook lets out another sigh as Jimin’s fingers trace around his nipple. “Mmm, very sensitive.” Jimin lifts up his shirt to replace his fingers with his tongue. “You like that?” he murmurs into his chest.
Jungkook lets out a breathy hum in reply, a little bit undone. He pulls him off and crashes their lips together and kisses deeply, his tongue pushing into Jimin, seeking the hot wet heat of his mouth, needing to posses him. He pushes Jimin back into the wall and lets out a little gasp as he feels the hardness in Jimin’s pants. He rubs himself against it and the delicious friction causes a small moan from Jimin, who presses insistently back.
Jungkook’s hand slides down Jimin’s body and slips between his legs, palming his rapidly hardening cock.
“Kookie…” Jimin whimpers, face pressed into the crook of Jungkook’s neck.
Such a sexy shape… So fucking hot….
The need to escalate things is becoming apparent. He scoops Jimin up bridal style and almost throws him onto the bed, then advances upon him until they are eye level. Jungkook hovers there above him for a moment, drinking in the sight of him, hair all mussed up, lips parted and swollen, already worked up.
“Want you…” moans Jimin, arching up his pelvis to connect against him. It lights his whole body on fire. Jimin hooks his legs around him and rolls them both over, Jimin on top. His flexible body writhes all over him, pressing him in all the right places.
“Want you so much Kookie,” he whispers softly, lifting up his tshirt and attaching his mouth to his nipple again.
“Nggg…” Jungkook gasps, twisting under him.
“I like it when you do that…. you look so good,” Jimin purrs, sliding his hands up his chest. Jungkook reaches up and grabs a handful of his hair, tightening it in his fist, a little harder than he intended, eliciting a moan from Jimin. Jimin pulls back and gazes down at him. His eyes are dark and heavy lidded but there is another thing there too… a tenderness and affection that shoots deeply into Jungkook’s soul and he matches it with a warmth of his own.
Jungkook tugs Jimin’s shirt up off over his head. He’s so perfect. His hands worship the smooth planes of Jimin’s taunt torso and stomach. Jimin’s eyes close and his mouth opens. He rocks his hips down into Jungkook’s erection. “Oh god…”
His hips undulate up to meet his again and again and the fabric between them is becoming restrictive. Jungkook tugs away frantically at Jimin’s pants, too eager and aroused to be able to get the belt through the buckle in any kind of co-ordinated fashion. Jimin reaches down to help him and he notices that Jimin’s hands are trembling. Jungkook’s eyes flick upwards to Jimin’s face. It is filled with a mix of nerves and lust.
Slow down, slow down… He sits up on his elbows and and eases Jimin off him and back onto the mattress, steadies himself, gets it together and undoes the belt buckle, but he just leaves the pants on and moves back to his mouth kissing as slow as he can manage under the circumstances.
But Jimin is impatient, he rolls off the bed and he kneels on the floor. Despite his nerves, he eagerly removes Jungkook’s pants. His hands find his rock hard cock and grasps onto it firmly, sending a bolt of arousal through him. His head falls back as Jimin tugs off his shorts and licks a stripe from the base of his cock.
“Holy shit….”
Jimin’s head bobs down, taking his entire length in his mouth, cheeks hollowing, sucking him, working him up and down. His hands wrap around to his ass, fingers caressing down between his cheeks.
“Fuck… Jimin….” Jungkook grabs another fistful of Jimin’s hair and tugs it, and again Jimin moans onto his cock. So he likes that. He does it harder and he moans even deeper. Jimin responds by licking a circle around his tip that causes a deep shudder of arousal. “Ohhhh Jimin god…” Gotta slow down…
Jimin pulls off him and glances up, eyes blown. “I want you to fuck me,” he breathes.
Jungkook’s breath catches. “Are you sure?”
“Please… I need you so much… I mean, only if-if you want to, that is…”
“Oh god fuck yeah… but I don’t have any ahh...”
“In my backpack… in the front pocket.”
Jungkook doesn’t wait to be told twice, he dives down and retrieves the backpack, knocking several items off the shelf in his haste. Opening the front pocket he finds condoms and a small bottle of lube. Jimin watches him, swallowing hard as he rolls the condom over himself and pops the lid of the bottle. He is trembling again, so Jungkook moves back up and kisses him all over his face. He forces himself to slow down. “Are you really sure? We don’t have to do this… I don’t want to pressure you…”
But Jimin grinds back into him, “I want to… Fuck me please, Kook…. I want you inside of me….”
Jungkook nods and slicks one of his fingers in lube. He positions Jimin on a cushion and with his dry hand starts caressing his cock and his thighs. He gently insets the lube covered finger and Jimin throws his head back, eyes tightening.
“Is that okay?”
Jimin nods. “Don’t stop.”
Jungkook reaches his dry hand up and strokes his cheek. “You’re so gorgeous, baby. You’re so good. I want to make you fee so good… you’re so fucking sexy…. I've wanted to do this for so long…” He feels Jimin relaxing more so he adds another finger. “Been thinking about what you’d feel like…. what it would be like to be inside of you… Used to make me so hard thinking about it…” Jimin keens in response and Jungkook adds a third finger. “That’s it baby, take it slow…. I’m going to take care of you…”
“Oh god Kookie… I need you…”
Jungkook reaches down and kisses the tip of Jimin’s cock and curls up his fingers just slightly and finding that magic spot…. Jimin gasps in pleasure and twists underneath him.
“Please…. oh god Kookie please…”
Jungkook removes his fingers and lines himself up with the entrance. Jimin winces a little as he moves in but he takes it slowly. “You’re so beautiful baby…. I’m going to be gentle, so don’t worry….” he whispers into Jimin’s ear as he eases into him, stroking his cock to distract him from the stretch.
As Jimin adjusts to the sensation he starts to move slowly back against Jungkook, filling himself up more, his insides gripping onto his cock.
“Oh, my god,” he gasps. “You feel so good Minnie…” he starts moving in and out, Jimin reacting to each thrust with a low moan. It’s primal, wild and unbelievably hot.
“Oh god yes… yes like that,” Jimin moans as Jungkook adjusts his hips so he can hit that spot, getting faster, deeper, heavier. With one of his hands he grabs a handful of his hair and tugs his head back. “Oh god yes, harder…”
Jungkook lets his restraint go and drives hard into him, and Jimin loves it. He ruts back into him, his face contorted in ecstasy, clinging onto him, his whole body tensing, winding tighter and tighter. “Jungkookie… oh my god… please… I’m going to…”
Jungkook wraps his fingers around Jimin’s cock and brings him home, jerking him through his orgasm and his own body snaps in pleasure sending him tumbling over the edge and coming in ecstasy. “Fuck oh god fuck…. ahhhh.”
He rolls off and gently slides out. They look at each other, spent and exhausted, fucked out and panting. Jungkook’s eyelids flutter closed and he feels like his is floating in warm honey. Jimin find his hand and squeezes it. When he opens his eyes he is gazing at him through heavy lids, with the biggest satisfied smile on his face.
Jimin hops up and goes into the bathroom, returning with a towel and a washcloth. He tenderly cleans the mess, caressing him as he does it.
“Feels nice,” Jungkook hums, stretching into the bed.
Jimin tosses the cloth into the bathroom and comes back to rests his head against Jungkook's arm, smiling at him with blissed out crescent moon shaped eyes. “I want to take care of you forever.”
“I would be completely fine with that.”
There is soft rustling in the room. Jungkook opens a sleepy eye to see Jimin getting dressed as quietly as possible. He has a sudden surge of panic. Is he leaving? Does he think it was all a mistake? Was the sex too confronting…? “Y-you’re going?” he stammers, sitting up.
Jimin moves back over to the bed and touches his cheek. “I have to go to my parent’s house. Chaeyoung and I need to talk to Mama tomorrow and my uncles.” He places a hand on Jungkook’s chest. “Need to sort out everything, so I can leave with you.”
It’s not totally reassuring though… trusting is a challenge…
Jungkook’s apprehension is visible on his face.
“Don’t worry, I’m absolutely leaving with you. Besides, I might have done something that means I can’t come back here… Not for a while, anyway…”
“What? What do you mean?”
“The shop where I bought the lube… that lady knows my Mum. Reckon I’ve got a max of about three days before she goes and asks her about it.”
“Wah? What happened to baby steps?”
“Well… yeah. Maybe it wasn’t entirely thought through. Certain hopes I may have had about seeing you this evening and what might eventuate may have over ridden other faculties. But I’m all in now, so….”
Jungkook snorts. “So... accidental burning of bridges?”
“Not burning exactly, just singeing them a little.” Jimin smiles wickedly and wiggles his eyebrows..
Jimin’s mother is small and inscrutable. Whether or not she is in mourning, or just beginning her emancipation, proud of her son or finding him lacking, it’s all impossible to discern. Jimin wears his familiar mask and he takes after her in that regard. Chaeyoung is the only one who looks confident, strong and optimistic. She looks like she belongs at the head of the family or a business empire.
Jungkook hands Jin the last of Jimin’s suitcases and he stacks them into the boot. Jimin is saying goodbye to his family. His mother hugs him goodbye, if there is warmth there it is hard to detect. Everything seems brittle. Jungkook’s fingernails dig slightly into his palm as he watches them say their farewells. Jin steps forward and offers a polite bow, Jungkook following, but a small stiff nod is all he can manage.
Chaeyoung follows them to the car. While Jimin opens the boot to pack away his many belongings, she grabs hold of both Jin and Jungkook’s arms and pulls them into a kind of embrace. “Thank you. This is… good, thank you.” Jin kisses her on the cheek and Jungkook smiles as much as formality and the scrutiny of her mother will allow.
Jimin stays quiet in the passenger seat staring out the window as they drive through the neighborhood and onto the roads that lead out of town. Jungkook watches him nervously from the backseat, trying to read his body language. Is he sure? Is there regret? Guilt? Will there be resentment?
They arrive at the turn off to the highway. Jin turns to Jimin, his face asking him the same questions. Jimin lets out a whoop that makes them both jump and grins at Jin. Then he undoes his seat belt and dives into the back on top of Jungkook, knocking the bags out of the way and almost winding him, but with such joy and affection that all the anxiety is pushed out as well. He climbs into Jungkook’s arms, wiggling like a puppy. Jungkook unclenches his grip on the seat and hugs him tightly.
Jungkook climbs over the cushions and out of the bed-fort that he and Jimin had made on their return.The dorm had felt so haunted when they first entered, they had decided that an exorcism of sorts was needed. After much jumping on the beds, a giant cubby den was made, with both beds pushed together, all the pillows they could gather and blankets strung above, making a snuggle cave.
“Here it is,” he says, handing Jin his phone. Jin scrolls through, finds his music and plugs in the auxiliary cable. The soft Brazilian Bosanova music he likes so much weaves into the room, calming the atmosphere.
“Jin! Jin!! What do I do? It’s bubbling so much!” yells Jimin from the kitchen.
“Hang on,” Jin leaps over the cushions and back to rescue his cooking.
Jungkook heads out of the dorm to wait at the corner. The late afternoon sunlight is illuminating everything with golden beams. It makes even the ugly parts of the street look warm and pretty. Everything feels golden too.
He can see them as they round the corner. Namjoon has one arm slung around Hoseok’s shoulders and a bottle of wine under the other. Their hair has a sunlit halo and their long purple shadows stretch out ahead of them. He glances down at their shoes. They have a matching pair of brand new red converse sneakers on.
Jungkook smirks at Hoseok. “You bought couple shoes already?”
“I did no such thing.”
“I might have bought them… a little bit,” Namjoon says, flashing a spectacular smile.
Jungkook tuts. “Well who would have known… you corny romantic bastard, you!”
The sun warms their backs as they walk towards the dormitory.
Jimin opens the door dressed in Jin’s floral apron and wonderful smells waft out into the corridor. He can hear Jin singing as he cooks.
Jungkook wipes a dusting of flour off his nose and kisses him.
Feels like home.