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Just as Jimin thought it couldn't get any worse, he saw him.
Taehyung, in his usual babbling-mode next to him, was stepping from one foot to the other, words falling like waterfalls out of his mouth, something about an underwater octopus city he’d read an article about last night.
Jimin, however, had long stopped paying attention to what his best friend was saying. Other things occupied his mind, for instance, how much he hated tight crowds and subways, or even better, forgetting an umbrella and getting soaking wet on a fucking grey monday with morning classes at ass o’clock.
And of course, as if the universe hadn’t tortured him enough already, it had to be freezing as well, the temperature had seemingly dropped twenty degrees overnight. He felt like he might transform into a lump of ice any second.
In short, Jimin was pissed off, wet and freezing.
The scarf around his neck managed to keep him somewhat warm, however not warm enough to not shudder because of the light wind. Jimin gripped the ends of the soft fabric and pulled the scarf tighter, nuzzling the tip of his freezing nose into the warmth. He sighed. Tried to think positively.
It couldn’t get any worse, right?
That’s when he saw him.
Leaning on the wall, with his black hoodie pulled up, face almost invisible. Just as drenched as Jimin.
Taehyung had apparently asked him something in the same moment, tilting his head to him with expectant eyes. Jimin only nodded weakly. It seemed enough of an answer as his friend continued talking casually as if he wasn’t in the same miserable state Jimin was.
As bad as Jimin felt for not listening to his friend, he just couldn’t help letting his eyes wander somewhere just over his shoulder. To the wall.
There he was. One foot placed against the wall behind him, arms crossed in front of his chest, earphones tangling their way from his ears down to the phone in his hands. Craning slightly forward, Jimin could also finally see his face. The don’t-even-try-to-look-in-my-direction expression was his standard look, apparently. That didn’t stop Jimin from studying him any longer, though.
A few strands of his actually soft brown hair were peeking out of the hoodie, messy and wet. Although he was only wearing a hoodie which was also drenched, the boy didn’t seem to be freezing like Jimin. His eyes were half-closed and if it wasn’t for the light tap of his Timberlands, Jimin would’ve thought he was sleeping or was on the way there.
To be honest, Jimin wasn’t even sure why he was staring at him. The mere sight of the boy was responsible for his day getting ten times worse than it already was, yet here he was. Not being able to keep his eyes off him.
Don’t misunderstand, Jimin did certainly not like Jeon Jeongguk, to make it clear.
Maybe it was because he was about two years younger than him but still taller, or maybe it was his constant poker face Jimin would only get a little glimpse of either somewhere in the university building or the dorm hallway, it also might be because of his indifferent posture that seemed to make people rather not approach him - something about him just didn’t sit right with Jimin.
However, there was something like a pull whenever Jeongguk was around. Jimin’s eyes would always, even if kind of unconsciously, search for the boy and when he came into sight, Jimin would always be hyper aware of him and everything he’d do. Of the smallest thing, like, how he’d fidget with his pen when he was reading a book in the library. Or the way he’d tilt his head to the left with the tiniest smile when he finished whatever he was writing. Strangely enough, Jeongguk was always there, sitting all alone at one of the tables in the farest corners, whenever Jimin also happened to study there. It was unnerving. Jeon Jeongguk was a bad distraction.
Before he could dwell longer on his thoughts, their train arrived with a small squeak.
Taehyung had stopped his rant by now, grabbed his arm, and started pulling him towards the train.
“Okay Jimin, listen,” he started in a serious tone, ”No matter what happens, I won’t let go of your arm, alright? No need to worry, we’re both good fighters, we’ll survive.” He gave Jimin an assuring nod.
Jimin couldn’t bite back an amused grin. No matter how shitty his day had begun, Taehyung always succeeded in making it a little brighter with funny remarks.
“Are we entering the Train To Busan?”
“Even worse. We’re entering hell.”
Hell indeed.
The train was already full to the brim when the doors slid open and about twenty seconds later, Jimin was pressed against the wall beside the door, Taehyung’s big frame in front of him covering his sight. Jimin sighed, already exhausted, and leaned his head back against the wall.
Jimin didn’t like trains. Even less on rainy days when people were an absolutely wonderful combination of wet and sweaty.
“I’ll protect you, majesty!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed and placed his free hand on the wall beside Jimin’s head to hide him completely from his surroundings.
Jimin laughed and hit the arm next to his head.
“Your majesty doesn’t need to be protected.”
“But majesty! You-”
Taehyung’s complaint was cut off when someone rushed into the train just before the doors could close, forcing his best friend to move a few steps back, away from Jimin. The warmth of his friend’s brown coat was quickly replaced by a wet black hoodie and Timberlands.
Jeongguk. Fate really hated him.
The addition of one more person caused Jimin to press even further into the wall and the crowd to get impossibly tighter, the black hoodie brushing against his own jacket continuously. Jimin couldn’t breathe.
He searched for his best friend with a heaving chest and frantic eyes, found him behind a literal giant with his brows furrowed as he stared daggers at the man’s back. The giant was fumbling in the back pocket of his pants, his elbow almost colliding with his friend’s nose. Taehyung’s lips were pressed into tight line as he made an attempt to back away from the man as much as possible. His mood had visibly changed as well. As he finally found Jimin’s eyes, he gave him a helpless look, mouthing something like ‘You good?’. Jimin replied with tiny smile and a weak nod.
The doors eventually closed and the train started to move with a slow pace, completely the opposite of Jimin’s leaping heart in his chest. Jimin was screwed. So so screwed.
He didn’t dare to look up, opting to keep his head low, rather gazing at the suddenly so interesting ground. It was not the wisest idea, he realized belatedly, as he noticed that one of the Timberlands was set between the gap of his own shoes. They were that close. Jimin gulped.
Said foot was still moving, tapping to some song Jimin could barely hear through the earphones of the boy. He was bothered by a sudden realization that hit him; he was interested in what kind of music Jeongguk enjoyed listening to. Probably to some aggressive rap or emo songs. Who knows, he even might be listening to slow, emotional ones. Jimin almost chuckled at the thought of the boy listening to cheesy love songs. A weird match.
Only when he felt something brushing his right hand - oh, he has such long fingers - Jimin came back to reality and snapped his head up, which was admittedly a stupid move, because his head bumped against the wall with a small thud.
“Oh!” Jimin groaned, more because the impact had startled him than it had hurt.
“Uhm, are you alright?” A hesitant voice asked above his head. Such a soft and melodious voice.
Jimin opened his eyes and almost gasped.
He must have hit his head harder than he’d thought. Because Jeon Poker Face Jeongguk was actually showing hints of concern and a careful smile on his lips.
It was weird seeing the boy smile, but it suited him better than Jimin had ever imagined, because only now, Jimin noticed how soft Jeongguk’s face actually looked. His face was the complete opposite of the rest of his body, a sharp jawline, yet still round cheeks and big doe-like eyes staring back at him unabashedly. Jeongguk’s eyes were exuding both youthfulness and tenderness, features Jimin had failed to see before, always quick to label him as an emotionless and irritating jerk.
Now, seeing the way Jeongguk was blinking at him with wide eyes, slightly opened mouth, and cheeks which were gradually becoming pinker the longer they held eye-contact, Jimin was sure that he had misjudged the boy all along, because there was no way those innocent black orbs could harm anyone intentionally. And oh boy , was he beautiful. Not like Jimin hadn’t noticed before how attractive Jeongguk was, but he had rather successfully ignored the thought and focused on scowling at him from afar, because his mere presence was enough for Jimin to be unable to focus on something else. However now, when fate had decided to put them together in a train with only a few inches separating their faces, Jimin registered that the boy was not only attractive, no, he was stunning.
Jeongguk was still gazing back at him with the same expression, flustered but also curious, when the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched and his lips stretched to a tiny smile, and wow what an absolutely lovely, gorgeous, dazzling, enchanting smile he had! Jimin was so screwed and smitten. So so smitten.
That’s when he came to realize what was truly happening right now. Jimin was dreaming. He was asleep, comfortably snuggled in his bed, hugging his favorite pillow right now. It all made sense now, Jimin had been trying to have lucid dreams for a while now, having started a dream diary and doing reality checks every day, but no matter his efforts, he just hadn’t managed to come to the idea that he was dreaming while he was indeed dreaming.
And finally, all his efforts were paying off, he was having a lucid dream! There was no other explanation for what was going on - Jeongguk staring at him with pink cheeks and a shy smile? For over ten or twenty seconds, maybe even a minute? Jimin’s heart beating wildly in his chest as he couldn't glance away from the boy he disliked in reality?
A smile made its way onto Jimin’s face. Not only was he lucid dreaming, the dream right now was the best he had since he could remember. Never before had he felt so fuzzy and light as if he was floating on a cloud, far away from anything bad, like the train and the tight crowd surrounding them, the only thing his brain could register was how nice Jeongguk smelled and how pink and luscious his lips were looking. So tempting.
The train rattled a little, leaving Jimin breathless as their noses bumped and their chests came to touch. What a wonderful dream. A rush of euphoria overcame him as he remembered that he could do everything he wanted right now without having to worry or regret anything. It wasn’t real, anyway.
That’s why he was so quick to let his feeling guide him and shut down his brain and anything outside the little bubble they created around themselves, giving in to the strong desire of closing the small gap between their faces and feeling Jeongguk’s lips against his. Even if he did not like Jeongguk in reality, he felt so in love with him in this dream, palm coming to rest at the taller’s chest, right above his heart which was matching the rhythm of Jimin’s, pounding fast against his hand. Jeongguk opened his mouth to finally say something, but seemed at a loss of words as he realized with wide eyes what Jimin was planning to do.
Not letting the shock on Jeongguk’s face irritate him, Jimin leaned in with half-lidded eyes and parted lips, stopping right before their lips could touch, their breaths now mingling together. He wasn’t sure why he had paused. Maybe it was because he wanted to await Jeongguk’s reaction, because he was sure that in reality, the other would have pushed him away by now, as they were strangers actually, never having interacted before. Or maybe it was because he wanted to drag out the moment of freedom he had, not wanting to wake up from this wonderful dream.
Dragging his gaze one last time over Jeongguk’s face, he noticed that the boy had his eyes closed and lips slightly puckered, breathing heavier each second. Jeongguk was anticipating the kiss, causing something warm to bubble up in Jimin’s chest at the boy’s cute reaction. Although it was only a dream, it felt all too real as Jimin placed his other hand on Jeongguk’s nape and pulled him down, pressing their lips together with more force than intended. Jimin was shocked, Jeongguk’s lips were so warm and soft, he couldn’t help but let out a pleased sigh against their lips. It could only be a dream, to feel this good while kissing someone was something Jimin hadn’t experienced before. Even though their lips weren’t moving at all, Jimin’s heart was fluttering and his head spinning, and he was afraid to move, afraid that the dream would crumble away and come to an end, but at the same time he wanted more, more of Jeongguk’s sweet strawberry lips, wanted to feel them move on his own.
Before he could do anything though, there was a hand cupping his cheek, the touch hesitant and light as a feather at first, but as Jimin leaned into the touch, Jeongguk’s long fingers reached more determinedly until his fingertips gripped the back of Jimin’s head. Jeongguk pulled back a little, separating their lips for a second to glance at him with sparkling eyes, only to connect them again, tilting his head to the right before he began to glide their lips together.
This didn’t feel like he was in a dream anymore, it felt like he was in heaven. Now that Jeongguk was slowly, but eagerly responding to the kiss, Jimin realized how well their lips and bodies fit, and he wondered if kissing the real Jeongguk would feel like this as well. Putting the hand on Jeongguk’s chest around the boy’s neck, Jimin pressed a little harder against his lips, taking now lead of the kiss. Jeongguk was so wonderfully responsive, his breath hitching when Jimin started stroking the back of his neck, leaning slightly closer every time they tilted their heads. The initially innocent lip-lock was more and more turning into fully making out, as Jimin couldn’t help himself and parted his lips, wanting to lick at Jeongguk’s bottom lip to introduce tongue into the kiss.
He barely heard the scandalized gasping and hushed voices around him, not caring about his surroundings as this wasn’t reality, anyway.
Before the kiss could become more heated, the train rattled again and their foreheads collided rather painfully, making them both gasp at the impact. Jeongguk jerked back as if he’d awakened from a trance, immediately ducking his head and successfully hiding his reddened face in his hood. However, the brief glimpse of horror painted on Jeongguk’s face made Jimin suddenly realize a few things.
- The kiss might have been more real than Jimin’s mind had tricked him to believe.
- Holy shit, Jeongguk was red as a tomato as he pressed his hand against his mouth, and he was so so adorable!!!
- People around them were giving them partly disgusted, partly shocked glances, some even looking like they wanted to throw them out of the train.
- Jimin had kissed Jeongguk and loved every second of it.
- Jeongguk had kissed him back.
- This was all reality.
- Jimin was screwed for real this time.
Before Jimin could even dare to move, the doors slid open and everything happened so fast afterwards - there was suddenly Taehyung by his side, dragging him out of the train into fresh air, towards the university building. He didn’t know what happened to Jeongguk, if he managed to get out of the train or missed the fact that they had to go out at this station.
The college was about two minutes to the station, but it felt like an eternity as his best friend kept tugging at his arm to make him match his fast steps, expression on his face unreadable. Jimin wanted to speak, clear up that everything was just a misunderstanding, but he couldn’t even open his mouth.
Arriving at their destination, Taehyung pulled them into a more secluded area of the huge campus before he instantly placed both his hands on Jimin’s shoulders, scrutinizing his best friend carefully.
“Okay, what the hell just happened, Jimin?”
Jimin’s mouth had gone dry. How the hell was he supposed to explain himself?
“Why were you kissing Jeon Jeongguk ?” Taehyung’s eyes widened suddenly. “Oh my god, did he force you to it? You want me to beat him up?”
As Jimin finally registered what his friend was offering, he shook his head vehemently. “No, no, he didn’t force me to it! You don’t need to beat anyone up, Tae.”
“Jimin you hate Jeongguk, why the fuck would you be sucking his face all of sudden?”
“It’s- I-, why would you think that I hate him?”
“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe because you never shut up about him and always complain about everything and anything, even his existence? I mean, you give him even more attention than me- wait,” Taehyung stopped his rant, his eyebrows rising. Jimin could literally see a light bulb appearing above his friend’s head. “Don’t tell me that you secretly like Jeongguk, but you’re masking your feelings by pretending that you dislike his entire existence, just because you can’t and don’t want to accept the truth which is that you’re falling for a boy whom you have never interacted with and who probably won’t even glance at your direction?”
His friend ended his theory with a tilt of his head, directing his eyes back to Jimin to blink at him expectantly.
Jimin was at a loss of words. He knew his friend was secretly a genius, was great at analyzing human behaviour, and listening to him talking about why people probably did these and that had always been fun, but now that he himself was the object of his friend analytic mind, he felt exposed. Although he’d always known that what he felt for Jeongguk wasn’t contempt or even simple disliking, it was far more easier to act like it was. It was an excuse to goggle at him, maybe even swoon over him sometimes, because he’s just so so adorable! Look at how he’s chewing on his pen like a little bunny! Want to squeeze his cheeks!
Jimin’s face heated up as he remembered the day he first noticed that Jeongguk had bunny teeth and how wild that had his thoughts going, because the cuteness level of the boy had risen from 99.9 % to error, too much cuteness to be calculated.
Shaking his head to get rid of those embarrassing thoughts, Jimin tried to regain his composure, breathing in deeply. “As embarrassing it is to admit it, I think you’re right, Tae.” Jimin paused for a moment in an attempt to not blush at his confession. “You know, back in the train, I hit my head on the wall behind me and then, there was suddenly Jeongguk asking me if I was alright and guess what! He was actually smiling at me and everything just felt so unreal, I thought I was dreaming.”
However, his friend looked all but mockingly at him, much to Jimin’s relief. “You thought it was all a dream?” He asked curiously.
“Yeah, you know that I was trying to have lucid dreams for a while now. And Jeongguk standing so close to me and smiling so cutely? I thought it could only be my consciousness trying to make me realize things in a dream. So I just gave in and yeah, uhm, kissed him kind of.” This time, Jimin couldn’t avoid the blush creeping on his face.
His friend placed his palm against his forehead and wrinkled his face. “Oh my god, I’m not trying to panic you, but this is really really awkward.”
“What am I supposed to do now, Tae,” Jimin whined in response. “He probably thinks I’m a weird creep, oh god.”
“Wait, didn’t he kiss you back, though?”
Jimin’s face turned red once again as currently unwanted memories of Jeongguk reciprocating the kiss with his soft touches flashed his mind. “Uh, yeah, he did, but I don’t know why. Probably just because he didn’t have the heart to push me away?”
“Don’t be like that, you fool.” His friend slapped him lightly. “He looked just as eager as you, and the boy is actually fucking shy! So my last advice as a best friend: Talk to him, Jiminie.”
Jimin paled. “Talk to him?”
“Yeah, tell him why you kissed him, talk everything out and tomorrow you’ll be happily married and have five children!”
Jimin squeaked in embarrassment, slapping his friend's arm. Taehyung fake-winced, rubbing over his sleeves.
“Okay, sorry for exaggerating,” he laughed. “Three children is it then.”
“Tae!”
Jeongguk was avoiding Jimin.
At least, that’s what Jimin assumed since the boy was nowhere to be found for the following three days. Even if Jimin tried to think positively that maybe their paths just weren’t crossing since the train incident, he couldn’t help but feel disappointment, maybe even slight rejection.
His friend was constantly at his side, especially after he’d noticed the change in Jimin’s mood, always trying to cheer him up with funny articles he’d read on the internet. He bought tons of candies and other unhealthy but tasty food for them, and there was not a single crumble of the snacks left after a few hours of watching several cheesy romance movies Jimin had chosen. (He would never admit it out loud, but he may or may not had imagined the two protagonist in love as him and Jeongguk.)
It was the fourth day of pointlessly hanging around in the library in desperate hopes of meeting the light of his life when he saw him.
There he was. One leg placed over the other, body hunched over the table in front of him. A bunch of textbooks were messily splayed under his head which was buried in pages that were supposed to help you understand math. Earphones were tangling their way from the boy’s ears down to his phone laying next to his head.
Jimin walked a little closer, careful and as quiet as possible, not wanting his life to be officially over by waking up the storm of his life.
When he could finally have a proper glance at the boy’s sleeping face, there were a few things Jimin noticed that caused a weird fuzzy feeling to pool somewhere in his belly, but also had his heart stopping in shock.
Jeongguk looked peaceful and absolutely gorgeous while sleeping, so Jimin couldn’t help but take a few more steps forward to have a better look. At the same time he was pretending to read the cover of a book he held in his hand, just so nobody would think he was being a weird creep.
His soft dark-brown hair was covering his eyes almost completely, much to Jimin’s disappointment because he kind of loved the boy’s dark sparkling eyes. Mouth slightly opened, there was now a little bit of drool on the sides of the book which Jimin should find disgusting, but it made Jeongguk appear only cuter in his eyes. The sight had Jimin’s heart doing little jumps, happy that he finally got to see the boy after three distressful days spent trying to study for his upcoming exam, but a certain boy who was simultaneously the light and storm of his life was distracting him even when he wasn’t present. Jeongguk was still a bad distraction.
The first thing that left Jimin rather surprised was the quiet music playing from Jeongguk’s phone, and only then, Jimin saw that his earphones were not plugged in. Probably not anymore. And the song was not some aggressive rap or whatever he’d imagined - Jeongguk was listening to cheesy love songs. Dear No One by Tori Kelly to be exact.
However, it was even more surprising that Jeongguk and slow love songs weren’t that much of a weird match anymore.
Wanting to let the boy rest in peace and not disturb him, Jimin was about to head back to the shelves of books to pick out everything he needed for his exam, but something made him freeze at his spot and blink repeatedly in disbelief. Jeongguk had stirred in his slumber and his right arm slipped a little to the side, revealing a sheet of paper covered partly by the books. And it wasn’t just a blank sheet - Jimin stepped closer again to examine the sketch of a human face. It seemed as if the drawing wasn’t finished yet, or it was intentional that only the lips of the face were colored in a deep red-pink. When Jimin couldn’t hold back anymore and came to stand right beside the sleeping boy in order admire the rest of the drawing, his heart seemed to stop for a moment.
The eyes were half-lidded, looking hazy and filled with a desire that Jimin knew all too well, and the plump lips Jimin was so familiar with were slightly parted. Together with the head which was tilted a little back, the boy on the picture seemed as if he was right about to kiss someone, or at least, wanted to kiss someone who was probably taller than him.
Jimin’s head was spinning. There was no mistake - it was himself. But why the hell would Jeongguk use his great drawing skills to draw him out of all people? On top of that, it appeared as if the boy had drawn the moment on the train, right before Jimin had pressed their lips together. The drawing was scaringly detailed, from the little chap of his lips to the moles on his forehead. Heart pounding in his ears and face heating up in embarrassment, a rush of increased fondness overcame Jimin, so he decided to carefully wake him up, because the way he was laying his head was definitely not healthy and could cause neck pain. He’d just have to act like he hadn’t seen the drawing.
Before he could attempt to wake him up, Jeongguk suddenly shot up from his position, causing the paper with the drawing to fly up and fall onto the ground. He blinked a few times, glancing at the paper and then up to Jimin who was frozen on his spot, because well, that would be awkward now. It took Jeongguk a few seconds to process what just happened, and after the moment of realization, he jumped on his feet, snapping the paper back in his hands to stuff it hastily somewhere between his other sheets. His face was bright red and he was desperately avoiding Jimin’s shocked eyes while packing all his stuff in his bag. He wanted to leave. Run away.
“Jeongguk.”
His head snapped up instantly at Jimin’s soft voice, a tone Jimin didn’t think he’d ever used on someone. The next second, however, he’d ducked his head again and swung his bag over his shoulder, ready to leave the library.
“It’s so gorgeous, Jeongguk,” Jimin tried again. His voice was airy, a result of Jeongguk leaving him always breathless and astonished. “You drew me even more beautifully than I am, I’m truly speechless because of your talent. I- I want to thank you for drawing me, even though I don’t know why you did it.” Jimin was now flustered as well, looking down at his feet while taking hesitant steps towards Jeongguk who had stopped in his tracks.
Their shoes were almost touching, as Jimin came to halt in front of him and raised his gaze again, directly staring into Jeongguk eyes. To his disappointment, Jeongguk quickly averted his gaze and stared rather at the ground. But Jimin was happy enough that the boy wasn’t attempting to run away anymore and was giving him a chance to talk.
“Uhm, I also want to apologize for what I did on the train,” Jimin mumbled a little indistinctly. He couldn’t help but blush as he mentioned the kiss indirectly. Jeongguk stiffened visibly, but didn’t say anything. “I’m so sorry for forcing me on you, it was just rude and even considered harassment and I know this is not an excuse, but I want to explain myself. You probably won’t believe me, but I, uh, thought I was kind of dreaming because everything felt so unreal? And there was this strange urge to kiss you as you were staring at me like that and- and, this is so awkward!”
Now, Jimin was the one who wanted to run away.
There was a moment of silence. Jimin had lost his courage and Jeongguk was still gazing at his shoes.
“I believe you, hyung.”
Jeongguk's response was a quiet whisper, but it still reached Jimin’s ears. The shy boy was now finally looking up again, meeting Jimin’s surprised eyes.
“You believe me?”
Jeongguk only nodded wordlessly.
“And you’re not mad or hate me for what I did?”
“No.” Jeongguk answered vaguely again. He was even shyer than Jimin had expected.
“But why? I mean, I suddenly-” His words were cut off as Jeongguk took a small step closer and raised one of his hands, seemingly wanting to reach out to Jimin, but deciding against the idea just as quickly.
Jeongguk took a deep breath before saying his next words. “I could have pushed you away, if I hadn’t liked it, Jiminie.” He was no longer whispering, his voice was still just as smooth and pleasantly airy, though. Jimin almost choked as he heard his own name coming out of Jeongguk’s mouth like that, and Jeongguk, realizing how he’d called the elder, turned a bright shade of red and ducked his head again. “I mean, hyung!”
Chuckling, Jimin opted to ignore the little slip. Feeling much braver after Jeongguk’s response, he slowly took on of the boy’s hands into his and was once again stunned because of how well his smaller hand fit in Jeongguk’s larger one.
“You liked it?
Jeongguk opened his mouth, only to close it again before he shook his head and took a breath. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
When he gazed up at Jimin again, his expression was more determined, and there was also something else that made his eyes sparkle. It was the same stare he gave Jimin before he repricoated the kiss.
“I kind of- no, I r-really like you.” He breathed out once he’d said the words, as if they had been a burden to him and he was relieved that they were said aloud now.
Jimin’s heart jumped in his chest, the fuzzy feeling from earlier spreading through his whole body. He felt like he was dreaming again. Jeon Jeongguk liked him?
“A-at first, you were only my muse because I was so overwhelmed by your beauty the first time I saw you that I just had to draw your face. The more I painted you though, the more I fell in love with your features, but I came to realize that it was only the drawings I fell in love with. But then, you were suddenly everywhere I went - the library, in the dorm hallway, in the canteen - and then I witnessed your beautiful laughter and the way you joke with your friends, you were also so kind to the cats on the campus, and I think I just developed a huge crush on you. Even my drawings of you turned out better afterwards,” Jeongguk ranted without a second to pause, cheeks tinted a cute pink and hands either scratching the back of his neck or gesticulating wildly. “I probably just imagined it, but sometimes I felt like you were kind of staring at me, hyung, but- but I never had the courage to look back, because you made me all nervous.” He murmured the last part, and Jimin had almost missed it if he hadn’t leaned closer to the boy.
Jimin wanted to scream. Jeongguk was unbelievably cute and all things nice, and he regretted ever thinking anything bad about the shy boy. He had made him all nervous. Jimin made Jeongguk nervous because Jeongguk liked him. He couldn’t believe that this was real. Was he, perhaps, still dreaming and just had several false awakenings? Not only was Jeongguk reciprocating his feelings, he even admitted that he’d been sort of in love with Jimin since day one!
At Jimin’s lack of reaction, Jeongguk started stepping from one foot to the other while playing with the hem of his shirt. Then, he once again looked up from his feet and gave him an expectant glance. “Why did you kiss me?”
Breaking out of his speechless state, Jimin gave Jeongguk’s hand a brief squeeze. “To be honest, I really thought I was lucid dreaming, just because you were smiling at me like that and my brain probably had a short-circuit and I lost sense of reality. But the main and actual reason I did it was because of my feelings which are real. I- I like you too, Jeongguk.”
The following beam he got was one of the, no, scratch that, it was the most beautiful sight he layed his eyes on and Jimin’s heart literally burst with joy and love for the bunny boy in front of him. The way his eyes wrinkled and he scrunched his nose while grinning was like the trigger for a bomb of butterflies to explode in his chest and Jimin couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
“Kookie, please let me kiss you.”
Jeongguk instantly glanced up and his expression changed from joyful to hazy, his shyness seemingly forgotten now that Jimin had confessed as well.
“But hyung we’re in public, anyone could see!”
They were indeed still standing amidst the tables of the farthest corner of the library. But the only one who could see and eavesdrop them was the girl snoozing on one the tables in the same state Jeongguk had been twenty minutes ago.
“Yeah, it’s not like we didn’t almost make out in a train full with people, right?”
Jeongguk’s cheeks flared up, his palm colliding with Jimin’s chest. Before he could retreat his palm, Jimin grabbed his wrist and placed the hand directly above his heart. At the same time, he leaned over to Jeongguk’s ear, the boy’s scent instantly enveloping him like a blanket of flowers.
“Do you feel how fast my heart is beating?” He purred lowly in his ear. “It can’t wait to kiss you.”
Jeongguk’s grip on his shirt tightened, the fabric in his hands wrinkling. Breathing becoming palpably heavier, he gasped when Jimin pressed a kiss on his ear lobe. “Hyung…”
“Let me kiss you.”
“Okay.” Finally giving in, Jeongguk took Jimin’s face in his hands, gazing at him with hooded eyes.
“Kiss me.”
Maybe they were moving too fast, but when Jimin sealed their lips together, they somehow ended up on the bed of Jimin’s room fifthteen minutes later, tasting each other needily after months of crushing and pining for each other.
And oh boy, was Jeongguk a heavenly sight under him. His dark hair was splayed on the white of the mattress, sweat was glistening on his forehead, and he was so responsive to all his touches, and unexpectedly vocal, moaning and whining prettily every time Jimin filled him while whispering praises in his ear. A picture that will probably forever stay in Jimin’s mind was when Jeongguk tossed his head back on the pillows, hands gripping the sheets next to his head and his mouth wide open to call Jimin’s name with that soft, now high-pitched voice of his that made Jimin lose his sanity.
Later that day after they had decided to talk about their current relationship and that they should take it slow - because they still had to get to know each other - tomorrow as Jeongguk’s eyes were falling close, the light of his life had fallen asleep curled up against him in his bed. Jimin texted one last message to his best friend before accompanying Jeongguk to the land of dreams.
To Taetae
marriage: soon
three children: in progress
;)