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Moodboard by Deni.

Jungkook hates the busy Mondays at this cafe. 

“Hey, watch out, dumbass!” the man passing him with his cup holder full of coffees shouts rudely, as if it was not him who bumped into Jungkook. Ugh, always the same. Every fucking Monday. How can people be so bitter first thing in the morning?

Jungkook surely doesn't understand. Lately, he’s always in such a good mood at this time, even though it’s only 8am and he’s waiting in a huge line, inside a basically crowded cafe, just wanting to get his and Taehyung’s coffee and go to work in peace. If only Taehyung wasn’t the most picky spoiled best friend, always complaining when Jungkook goes to a different cafe for their coffees. “It’s just not the same, Jungkookie. This tastes like trash!” 

So here’s Jungkook, at the same little cute and very famous cafe by the corner of their company, every Monday at the same religious time, facing the same busy line full of bitter didn’t-wanted-to-go-to-work people. 

But again, maybe Jungkook was one of those people not so long ago. He has to admit that having the best weekend every time now has been helping with his mood. Also, starting the day by fucking the most beautiful man he ever laid his eyes on… Well, that can’t lead someone to having a bad mood day either, right?

Yeah, Jungkook is fucking lucky. No, calling it luck is not even enough when it comes to his boyfriend. He’s been feeling just straight out of a romance novel, walking-in-the-clouds happy. 

Living together with Jimin was the best decision he made in the last few months. His friends say he’s in the honeymoon phase, but it has been a good three months already and it still feels like the same thrilling, exciting, bubbling rush everyday he awakes beside him.

He’s just head over heels and he hopes it never goes away. 

Tae and Hobi warned him about fights and all the possible kinds of couples-living-together problems. But God, so far, they don’t even have that at all! Maybe this was for normal couples only, and well, by now, Jungkook truly believes he and Jimin are not a normal couple. They have got to be a match written in the stars, destined to find each other or something. 

That’s the only logical explanation!

His phone rings, taking him away from his daydream about his boyfriend. And about them together earlier this morning. 

“Hey!” Jungkook answers it while he swipes his card to pay for their order, and then steps to the side, waiting at the pickup counter. 

“Where the fuck are you?” a very frantic Taehyung asks from the other side.

“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine!” Jungkook chuckles on the phone. His hyung has been really stressed about their current project, but he just can’t resist teasing him a little bit. Someone has got to relieve the tension!

“I’m serious, Jungkook. Boss is almost arriving for our meeting, and you are late! He’s gonna kill us if we’re not ready for this-” 

“Hey, hey, hey! Easy there, hyung. Namjoon-hyung is not going to kill us. First of all, we’re his favorites and you know it. Especially you. Second of all, I’m here picking up your very specific coffee order, your majesty! You’re welcome, by the way,” Jungkook states in a light mood, cutting Tae off, who was already venting out. 

“Humph! Just come quickly, please. I’m nervous.”

“Yeah, I can tell that. But everything will go alright, hyung. We’ve been preparing for this for months now, and we’re ready. You can do this, you’re the best in your job. There’s no better editor than you, Taetae!” He hears his hyung sighing on the other side. “And I have our orders. Coming right to you! Be there in 5, sweetie!” He hangs up, still with a smile on his face, walking lightly to their company. 

Nothing can ruin his day today. He is confident and the happiest he could be. Everything will go perfect!

_

“God, how busy was this cafe?” Taehyung asks while grabbing his cup and hurrying Jungkook to the meeting room. 

“Just busy. Like all other Mondays. It’s you, hyung, that is more frenetic today, you know?” He wiggles his eyebrows to his friend, a shit-eating grin splattered on his face. 

“Shut up. Why are you so happy at this hour anyway?” Taehyung dismisses his teasing, looking away, trying to change the subject.         

 “Why wouldn’t I be? Aw, you’re actually getting shy! Oh my God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you getting shy. I didn’t even know you were capable of feeling this emotion!” Jungkook can't help himself from the teasing while laughing at the very endearing image of his best friend getting all sheepish. Well, usually it’s the other way around. And a teasing Taehyung is a hell of an insufferable Taehyung, because he absolutely never tires himself. So, fairly, Jungkook gives it back when he can. 

“I said shut up!” Taehyung sing-songs while holding the door for Jk.

“It suits you, hyung.” He starts taking his place at the table, while Tae also sits across from him, a deadly look on his face. “I’m just saying, if he makes you feel this nervous… Gotta be worth it to at least call the man out, don’t you think?”

“Jungkook, he’s our boss. And I’m not nervous about him. I’m nervous about… Mmh, the project.”

“Well, yeah, and? There’s nothing against that in our company policy. Plus, you two are just so incredibly obvious that it’s painful to watch. He clearly wants it, too, and you both just can’t gather the courage to take the first step. ‘ Just about the project’ my ass! As if I would believe that, Mr. ‘Never get nervous about any project.’” 

“This one 's different, and you know it!” Taehyung says, crossing his arms and looking out the door, all restless. It’s cute to Jungkook how nervous he is about showing their first book project for the new, young and hot editor-in-chief of their branch. They knew Namjoon way before he became their boss in the last months so, for him, it doesn't feel like there is all this pressure. He already knows how the man works and how cool he is from the position Namjoon previously occupied in their company. They even went out a few times, so he can say that they are, somewhat, friends thus far. But it seems someone really wants to impress the new boss. 

Taehyung sighs deeply, clearly trying to calm himself, relaxing his arms on the table once he states that there are no signs of Namjoon still. “And you are all full of advice lately, huh? He just moves in with his boyfriend and now he thinks he’s the relationship expert or something. Who would've thought this is what it takes to make a ‘Oh I don’t know how to talk to him about it’ Jungkook, to this confident smug smiling bastard-” Jungkook throws a little paper ball at him, cutting off his friend, who picks up and throws it back, starting to laugh “-to appear. Stop it, you maniac!” Taehyung laughs harder when Jungkook throws it back again, followed by another one that he quickly crumples, as if about to start a little war, the most rascal expression on his face. 

“What can I say… Have a perfect relationship, no fights at all, all sex, talking and laughter, and you'll become a smug smiling confident bastard too. I’m telling you, hyung, this is the secret to life. I broke the code! I don’t even feel nervous about the meeting now.” Jungkook stretches out in his chair, all smiling and proud. 

“You had sex this morning, didn't you?” 

“Oh, I so did! You have no idea, he just-”

“Oh no, gross, shut up! I don’t want the details! Ugh!” Taehyung’s face turns into a grimace while he covers his ears with his hands, pretending to be super grossed out as if he hadn't heard - and told - already the most absurd personal sex stories with his best friend. 

“Morning, guys!” Namjoon’s voice fills the room, making Taehyung stiff immediately—sitting straight in the chair and suddenly looking all serious, even adjusting his tie and then the papers on the desk in front of him. 

Jungkook laughs quietly at his friend. Yeah, this is going to be a good day!

_

“That went well,” Taehyung states as he and Jungkook leave the meeting room. 

“I told you it was going to be alright! He loved it, and you did amazing, hyung. Good job, partner!” Jungkook squeezes his friend's shoulder. 

“Yeah, thank you. Good job you, too. I couldn't possibly have done all that if it wasn't for you in this project with me, Jungkook.” He thanks back with a true, grateful smile on his lips.

“I know that.” Jungkook sees Taehyung rolling his eyes and chuckles. “But you know what didn’t go well?”

“Oh, here it comes!”

“You chickening out at the last minute and not asking him out. C’mon, hyung, you just gotta do it! What was that?” Jungkook throws his hands in the air, like he's frustrated, but he's actually laughing. He really wants to see his friends happy, and it’s so clear they could make each other happier together. 

“Don’t know, don’t wanna talk about it. But hey, about my slumber party, I wanted to ask you guys to come earlier to help me. Can you talk to Jimin about it?” 

Jungkook freezes for a moment. Oh, damn, the slumber party! He totally forgot about that. 

“Oh… The slumber party. It’s this next weekend, right?” he asks, clearly worried. He doesn't want to upset his friend. 

“Yeah? Don’t tell me you guys forgot about it!”

“No, of course not, hyung!” he answers nervously, but Taehyung shoots him a look that clearly states he knows he is lying. “Ok, kind of? I mean, I knew I couldn’t make it since last week, I just forgot to tell you before!” 

“What do you mean you can’t make it? It’s my birthday, you asshole!” Tae says, stopping at the corridor that leads to their offices. 

“I know, Taetae, I know! And I’m so so sorry, but I really do have a good reason!”

“Well, you better!”

“My mom is going to get a surgery, and my dad asked me to be there this weekend with them to help him take care of her.”

“Oh my God, is auntie ok?” Taehyung's expression changes completely from upset to truly worried. He really does love Jungkook’s mother, she's been like a second mom to him since he and Jungkook became friends at age 7. So many years already! 

“Yeah yeah, she’s ok, nothing major. She’s just going to fix a little problem she always had in her wrist.”

“Oh, because of the sculpting, right? I remember that…” Jungkook’s mother was an artist for all of her life, focusing majorly in sculpting, which led to some minor lesions in her wrist. It always touches Jungkook to see how Taehyung cares so much about his parents that he remembers even these little details about them. 

“Right! So yeah, I’m going to go to Busan this weekend, hyung. That’s why I can’t make it. I'm sorry!” he says, deeply feeling sorry for it. He really wanted to go, Tae’s parties are always the best! 

“No, no, it’s ok! Go take care of her, of course this is more important. Your parents need you, I totally get it, Kookie,” Tae says, rubbing Jungkook’s back while they start walking again to their offices.

“But, hyung, your birthday isn’t actually until next week, so maybe we can celebrate on the real date! It’s Wednesday, right? I’ll be back by then, so we can go out for dinner, and I won’t miss it for real!” 

“Oh, that would be good! We can do that. I’ll talk to Hobi and Yoongi, too.”

“Yeah, and I’ll tell Jimin. Oh! And, hyung, Jimin is still going to your party, so you can ask him for the help you need.” Jungkook quickly remembers.

“Oh, he’s not going with you to Busan? Why?”

“He’s gotta work Saturday morning; has a workshop to hold in the dance studio. Besides, I got a free Monday from Namjoon, so I’ll be back just on Tuesday, and Jimin-hyung has to work Monday too, so… It just couldn’t work for him. But it’s going to be super quick too, so it’s ok… I guess,” Jungkook says, feeling a little down. Who would’ve thought he would become this type of boyfriend, getting all sappy about spending no more than three days away from his love. 

“Aw, the little birdies are going to be separated for three entire days! How are you managing this? What suffering, ah!” Taehyung teases Jungkook, throwing himself into the wall with his hand on his forehead, making a dramatic scene. 

“Shut up. I haven’t been away from him since we started living together, ok?” Jungkook defends himself, feeling his face undeniably blush. 

“It’s just three days, c’mon! I’m sure you guys will make it, ok?” His friend chuckles airly. 

“Yeah, exactly, it’s three , and I haven’t been away from him not even one day since we moved in together! Give me a break.” He crosses his arms, sulking, already anticipating how much he’s going to miss Jimin.

“Wow, be careful then, it must be deadly!” Taehyung rolls his eyes while he leans his shoulder onto his office’s door frame, crossing his arms too. Jungkook does the same, leaning onto his own door, which is quite literally right across Tae’s. “You’ll survive, lover boy,” Taehyung adds more soothingly when Jungkook sighs deeply. 

“I know.” He chuckles, but with no real humor. 

After a little contemplative silence between them, Tae breaks the ice, all mischievous.

“Hey, is Jimin going to wear that trashed, old Disney shirt of his to my party? Man, he used to sleep with that horrible thing everyday. I swear it looked like it was 200 years old!” Taehyung laughs at the thought, remembering the times when he still was living with his friend. Well, in fact, just up to three months ago, before Jungkook and Jimin officially started living together - while some might say they were practically living together already, for a good whole year since they started dating to begin with, and could never be apart anymore. One never actually left the other’s house and vice-versa. Taehyung really did play his cupid part well on those two. 

Jungkook freezes, thinking about what Taehyung just said. It sparks images in Jk’s mind immediately. The first thought running wild is about the state in which Jimin now sleeps. Which is pretty much… Well, without anything at all. 

“Mmmh, yeah… Mmh… I-I don’t know what- what he’ll be wearing.” Jungkook tries to act normal, but clearly fails, his voice trembling with embarrassment. 

“What is up with you? Why are you so nervous suddenly-” Taehyung just cuts his sentence in the middle, eyes going wide. He stares at Jungkook for some seconds, making the younger feel even more embarrassed, clearly blushing even harder from the heat that rises up to his cheeks. Then, he suddenly bursts out into a really hard laugh. “Oh my God… Oh my God, he doesn’t wear it anymore, right? He wears nothing at all! He just sleeps naked with you!” Taehyung says it through his laughing, almost not able to speak, bending down at his waist, hands on his knees to laugh. “You're just so transparent, Jungkook, seriously! God, you guys are really horny, huh? No shame at all, just like two rabbits now that you’re living together. Wow!” he says, rising up and brushing away the little tears that ease out from the corners of his eyes. “That was a serious TMI.”

“Well, you- ugh! Yo-you were the one who said it! Not me!” Jungkook starts to go into his office, running away from showing his super embarrassed face. 

“Just tell him to get a proper pajama set, please. Don’t want any naked men at my party!” Jungkook hears Taehyung shouting while he closes the door, and his friend is still laughing at Jungkook’s little blurt out. God, Tae really can get insufferable when he wants to tease Jungkook!

And Jungkook really does need to get Jimin a pajama set. Like, now !

_ 

It’s Thursday and Jungkook is feeling all kinds of mixed emotions about his upcoming little trip to Busan. 

He’s so happy to see his parents, of course! Spend some days in his old home, play with the family dog, maybe see some of his favorite spots in his beautiful hometown. But, well, that also means being away from Jimin, and as much as he knows it sounds silly to be this down for only a three-days-apart trip, he just can't shake the feeling off of him. Maybe it’s just because it’s their first time being apart from each other, ever since moving together. That must be it, right?

On his way home, after a good day of work, Jungkook is just casually passing by a store that he already knows when something catches his attention. Something that has his breath hitching, his body suddenly responding with some type of heat washing over him. Right there, at the store’s shop window, sits the cutest pink bunnies pajamas, something so delicate and adorable that it makes his inner dom go a little crazy. He immediately remembers Tae’s slumber party, and how he was supposed to get Jimin something to wear. His eyes glow at the set, sitting there all cute and very small on the mannequin. How could he resist imagining that on his also cute and small boyfriend? 

The image that forms in his brain makes him feel all sorts of wild emotions, unleashing a flood of unspeakable things he’d do to him, taking complete control over his now clouded mind. Jungkook has to admit: he loves how small his boyfriend is next to him. And the thing is, he certainly has a kink for seeing Jimin in cute garments. He can’t leave without this now, he just can’t! He has to see that on Jimin, that’s the only reasonable thing that crosses his thoughts now. 

He enters the store, going directly to the mannequin, observing closer, almost drooling over it. Or drooling over the picture of Jimin in it that's displayed like a glowing outdoor sign behind his eyes. He reaches out and touches the soft fabric, and that does very little to calm his nerves. So so soft, just like the skin of his boyfriend on his fingers. 

“Hello Sir, can I help you? If you like it, I could show you this set better over the counter!” The sweet voice of the attendant girl shakes him out of his daze, getting Jungkook a little off his feet for a second. Then he gets back to himself, realizing he has been paralyzed looking at her for some seconds now, while she waits for an answer. He's finally able to speak.

“Oh. Yeah. Mmh, yeah, I would like that!” he says, still a little awkward. 

The girl points him in the counter direction and they head over there. She goes behind it, and shuffles through the shelves of storage on the opposite wall while Jungkook tries to calm himself down from the nervousness. 

Get it together. It’s just fucking pajamas, you pervert. Act normal. 

“Here it is!” He hears the girl over his own lost thoughts, as she hands back to him some packages of clothes, putting it all on the counter. All the same pink color, the bunnies peeking between the folds here and there. “So, is it for your girlfriend?” 

That has Jungkook frowning a little bit. He knows this store is usually all unisex, so he confidently answers. 

“Boyfriend.” He corrects her, forcing his throat right after. “It’s for my boyfriend!”

“Do you know what his size is?” the girl gently asks, acting completely cool about Jungkook’s statement. 

Oh. Right, he needs to know his size to buy clothes! 

That has Jungkook’s mind racing for a second. He falters to remember exactly what size Jimin wears. How can he not remember? They’ve been together for more than a year now! What kind of boyfriend is he?

“Well, mmh… I'm not sure. Like, he’s really small.” That’s the first thing Jungkook is able to utter. He is acting dumb, isn’t he? He totally is. 

This girl must think he is a terrible boyfriend now. Ugh.

“We do have a lot of sizes, so ‘small’ can be a little imprecise,” she says through some giggling. “Maybe you can call him to ask?” the girl kindly suggests.

“Oh, no! It’s a present, I can’t ask him…” He wonders. Then he has an idea thanks to the suggestion. “Oh, but I could ask our friend about it! Can you wait a minute?” he says, already reaching for his phone in his back pocket. 

“Yeah, of course!” the girl confirms while Jungkook steps a little to the side to call Taehyung in private.  

The phone rings one, two, three, five times and more, and nothing of his friend picking up. “C’mon Taetae, I really need you right now!”

With no answer after three attempts, he decides to shoot Taehyung a message.

Jungkook | 6:13pm 

Hey hyung! I kind of need your opinion on something

Super important!

[Photo]

Do you think Jimin-hyung will like it? 

And also… Do you know what his size is?

He sends the message with a photo of the pajama set attached, after going up to the mannequin in the store’s window to take it. Then he paces through the place impatiently, waiting for an answer. God, he really wants to take this home with him!

Jungkook | 6:16pm

Please answer quickly :’)

After no answer at all for five more minutes, he gives up and gets back to the counter where the girl is talking to some other clients. They head out to the exit with their bags, smiling and thanking the girl who thanks back. Then she spots Jungkook.

“So, did you manage to talk to your friend?” 

“Mmh, no, not exactly. I’m sorry it took so long, he's not answering me right now. But I think I can pick a size by myself just looking at it? Maybe?” 

“Oh. Ok, then!” she says, clearly surprised. 

“What’s your smallest size?” Jungkook asks her.

The girl seems to be analyzing Jungkook’s guess for a bit, probably doubting his pick. But what can he do, he has to use his instincts right now! 

She picks one of the packages and takes out the pajama set, unfolding it on top of the counter. 

Jungkook runs his fingers through it, once more enchanted by the tiny thing. It's gotta be this one, look how small it is!

“I’ll take this one!” he says with confidence, which catches the girl by surprise once more. 

“Are you sure? This is really small.” 

“Yeah, but so is he. I’m sure.” He smiles at her, retrieving his hand back to stop his very naughty mind from going further. “You can pack it up for me.”

She nods. Jungkook pays for it all, cheerful about his choice, certain Jimin will like it. He leaves the store just as happy, heads to his home feeling all excited about giving his present to his boyfriend. 

He just can’t wait! 

_

Once Jungkook is at his home, he decides to take the whole ‘gift giving’ a little further. He really wants to wow his boyfriend tonight.

Knowing that Jimin is coming home a little late today, he takes the time to prepare some surprises for him. 

He begins by cleaning the house a little bit, making it all tidy for his love. He orders some sushi from Jimin's favorite fancy place, and then goes to the convenience store on their block to buy Jimin's favorite peach soda. 

Jungkook takes a long shower, and he's proud of how good he smells afterwards, making sure to use all of Jimin's favorite products for himself. The camomile and sandalwood shampoo, the cotton and strawberry soap, all mixtured with his muskier, yet soft and light perfume. He smells fresh and clean. 

When he realizes it, it's almost 9pm, the exact time Jimin said he would probably be arriving.

Jungkook sets up all the dim, warm lights in their apartment, putting some soft music to play in the background, creating a whole mood for the place. He lights up a scented candle. It’s like romance is dancing in the air through the beautiful flicks of the flame that burns it, leaving a bewitching tone. He heads over to the dinner table to set out their little banquet for the night, using their fancy cutlery, plates and wine glasses - even though they were going to drink sweet peach soda. 

He stops to admire his work. Wow, he really has gone all out with it, hasn't he? 

Was it a little too much? All this because a pajama set inspired him. Because a pajama set that made him horny , inspired him. He’s hopeless! 

He sits at their couch, facing right at the entrance and grabs his phone to scroll a little bit while he waits. 

Once he unlocks it, Taehyung has finally answered him. 

Taehyungie-hyung | 8:23pm

Sorry Kookie, I went out with Hobi-hyung 

and Yoongi-hyung right after work! Just came back

Did you know they’re adopting a puppy? 

Can’t even believe it’s the same Jung

Hoseok who used to say he’d never be in a 

serious relationship again after that asshole

ex-boyfriend of his HAHAHAH 

I’M JUST SO PROUD OF ALL MY LITTLE 

BIRDIES THAT HAVE LEFT MY NEST 😭😭😭

But answering your very concerning question 

You can’t seem to keep your dick away 

from his butt but you don’t know what 

size he wears? 

You are aware that he is YOUR boyfriend,

not mine, right?

Just kidding, lover boy! Priorities I guess, huh? 😂

But yeah, I think he’ll like it!

He’s all about this cute stuff after all

But idk Kookie, maybe around medium sizes? 

Oh. So Tae would’ve gone for medium sizes. That has Jungkook wondering again about the size he got, but he’s convinced he got it right. In his humble opinion, Taehyung is the one who would’ve got it wrong. And Tae is right about one thing, it is his boyfriend, who he has seen without any clothes a million times, so… Maybe his instincts were the best opinion he could get on this. And what's the worst that could happen, right?

So Jungkook doesn't even answer Taehyung anymore, he just waits for Jimin to come home so he can give his very thoughtful gift to his boyfriend and see him getting all bubbly and happy, like he always does when Jungkook gives him any present. He bets Jimin will love it for sure. 

_

The door clicks with the sound of the code unlocking, giving way to the man he loves. This is it, he’s here, time to surprise him!

Jungkook locks his phone, tossing it up on the couch, standing up in his nervous excitement. 

Once he sees Jimin entering, he can’t help the smile that spreads enormously on his lips. 

“Hey babe, I’m home-” Jimin starts greeting him while he takes his shoes off on the porch, and heads towards Jungkook, leaving the hall entry and passing by the dinner table right at his left. But then he cuts his sentence short, realizing the very different ambient he just stepped in. “What… What is going on? What’s all this, Koo?” Jimin asks, already smiling. 

There it is. The smile that makes everything around Jungkook cease to exist, that puts everything in the right place and gives his heart that warmth spreading all over. 

“Hi, my love…” Jungkook says softly, heading over to his boyfriend. “I just wanted to do something nice for you,” he says, lowering his tone, while he reaches Jimin and gets so close that he can smell the scent of jasmine and bergamot swaying up to his nose. All soft, sweet and fresh, and with that tiny bit of spice that Jimin has on him at all times, just natural of himself mixed with his perfume and personal care products as always. The very best smell in the whole world, in Jungkook’s opinion. 

“For… Like, no reason at all?” Jimin looks around, his gaze now clearly flooding with emotional tones, frowning sweetly as if he was truly touched and about to cry. He has always been more on the sentimental side, Jungkook knows how easily he can cry. But he sure didn’t anticipate it just for this! “Oh my God, am I forgetting some important date of ours? Jungkookie, I’m so sorry, I was just so busy-” He starts to vent out, suddenly getting all nervous and guilty, and the way his expression changes so quickly to real worry gets to Jungkook’s heart. How adorable! 

“Hey hey hey, it’s none of that!” Jungkook chuckles lightly, reaching out for him, putting one strand of his beautiful blonde hair behind his ear, the other cupping his delicate face. “Calm down, babe, you didn’t forget anything… It really is for no reason at all. Well, not exactly, the reason is just that… I love you, and I wanted to make you happy.” He finishes looking right in Jimin’s eyes, holding his face now with both of his hands. Ok, Jimin is totally about to cry, his eyes now looking all glassy. 

“Just like that? Out of the blue like that? Just because you love me?” he asks, his voice straining a little bit in his throat. 

“Well, yes? Can’t I do something for my perfect boyfriend just because I love him?” Jungkook leans in, gently nudging his nose at Jimin’s cheek, smelling that intoxicating scent even closer, stronger. It’s always so fucking enticing.

Jimin clearly took a bath in the studio before coming home, Jungkook is sure of it now. He does it quite often when he has a busy day there and is going to get home later, saying he doesn’t want to arrive smelling bad for him or anything. Like Jungkook could ever not like the way he smells. 

“I just have the best boyfriend in the whole wide world, don’t I? God, what did I do to deserve you, huh?” Jimin responds fondly, closing his eyes and finally embracing Jungkook back, hands on his waist, pulling him closer. 

Jungkook leaves little kisses, featherlight pecks, all over Jimin’s jaw, down to his neck, and back all over his face. He kisses his closed eyelids, his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and he can see Jimin preparing to receive a kiss on the lips now, pouting a little bit. Jungkook chuckles airly, heart feeling warm, before finally diving in, lips pressing softly over Jimin’s plump and rosy mouth. Cherry tasting. Customary on him, from his chapstick. Delicious. 

At the incredible taste of his boyfriend - from the chapstick but also just natural of Jimin - Jungkook can’t hold it anymore and he opens his mouth, forcing his tongue on Jimin’s. The other gasps at the touch, letting him in, and the magic explodes once again behind Jungkook’s closed eyes once he is kissing the man he loves, so deeply and soft. 

They give in on its slow, intense, but hot and full of love, shared touch, and that has Jungkook already feeling a heat wave rising up his body. Oh, he’s always taken aback when kissing Jimin, but especially today, wow! He waited so much to feel this today!

But with the temperature increasing in his veins, his heart wanting to pound mercilessly already in his chest, he remembers what he planned. So, with very much difficulty, he pulls back, still holding Jimin’s face with care, looking into his eyes when he slowly opens it, gaze already looking half-lidded and enamored.

“I actually have plans for us, before anything…” Jungkook states with a very low tone, naughty giggles at the end. Jimin answers with giggles too.

“Yeah? Do I get a whole schedule for the night?” He’s looking all mischievous now. 

“Yeah, and we can’t skip any of the steps. It’s that important.” 

“Oh, really? Well, show me the way then, my love.” Jimin gently squeezes Jungkook’s waist, before pulling back completely. 

Jungkook wraps their hands, leading Jimin up to the dinner table. He pulls the chair out for him and then sits himself across from his boyfriend.

“Wait… Did you get my sushi? Is this from Yakuna’s? It looks like Yakuna’s! Jungkook, seriously… Is it?” He gets all excited. Jungkook already feels like this was all so worth it!

“It is, babe,” he says, all proud of himself and enchanted over Jimin’s happiness. 

“But it’s so expensive! Oh my God, I can’t believe you did this with not even an important date at all, on a common fucking Thursday!” He puts his hand over his mouth, really surprised. Then he lowers it back down and he’s pouting once again at Jungkook. “Thank you so much, bunny. I love you!” 

They eat, their dinner going smoothly, full of laughter and light conversation. Jimin tells him about the new group of kids in the extra contemporary dance class he started today. Jungkook tells Jimin about his attempts to make Taehyung ask Namjoon out, about Hobi and Yoongi’s new puppy, and about how their current book with the new big client is going so far. They talk about all common and ordinary things, and it’s just perfect. It's just them . 

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“Ok, so, what now?” Jimin asks, once Jungkook is leading him over to their couch, holding his shoulders from behind him. “What else do we have on your little schedule, huh?”

“Now…” Jungkook turns Jimin away, sitting him there, facing him from above. “I have a present for you.”

“Oh! So we also have presents today, besides all the expensive food and my favorite soda? Thought that was already a present! You really are spoiling me, my baby bunny, you’re setting the bar too high!” Jimin laughs happily, while Jungkook goes to their bedroom to grab the beautifully wrapped gift.  

He comes back with the baby pink box in his hands, a red ribbon around it with a carefully tied bow on top. 

Jimin stares at him, while he sits across from Jimin on their couch. 

“This looks expensive, too. What the hell did you get me, Jeon Jungkook?”

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing that fancy! It’s more on the… practical side, let’s say. I just knew you were in need of this.”

He hands the box over to Jimin, who accepts suspiciously, looking at Jungkook with one of his eyebrows shooting up. 

The bow is unmade, the ribbon going loose around the pink package, Jimin pulling it out right away. He sets it on his lap, both hands on the lid to open it. 

When he lifts it, Jungkook’s eyes go wide with expectations. 

Jimin sets the lid aside, and tilts his head a little to one side, analyzing it. He tilts to the other, and Jungkook is going wild, anxiously waiting for a reaction. 

Jimin reaches in, fingers softly going over the fabric. Then a smile spreads on his lips. 

“What’s-” He grabs the first piece, the shirt coming out and unfolding in Jimin’s hands loosely, hanging cutely with all the bunnies stretching over it. It has a cute ruffle collar, and white buttons. 

Jimin’s expression is kind of unreadable right now. He puts the first piece to the side and reaches for the shorts. Oh, the best part, in Jungkook’s opinion. 

Holding it in front of him, Jimin is still neutral with his expression. 

“Baby, what’s- Mmmh, why exactly-” Jimin starts and cuts himself short two times, turning the pajamas in his hands and seeming to not know what to say. 

He finally turns to Jungkook, a soft smile appearing there. “Is this for me?”

“Yeah, of course it is!” Jungkook answers super excitedly, not understanding the question. What’s not to understand about the present? 

“Are you sure?” Jimin says and laughs weakly, as if no real humor was supposed to be there.

“What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I am, I saw it and thought about you immediately! Thought you could wear it to Tae’s party! ” Jungkook says with confidence.

Jimin frowns. He frowns! What’s that supposed to mean?

“Baby, is… Well, it's really cute!” he says a little more carefully, like he’s trying to manage Jungkook’s reaction. He clicks his tongue, still analyzing the piece in his hands before continuing. “But, hmm… Don’t you think it's a little small ? It's like, tiny, baby!” Jimin asks, putting an emphasis on the ‘small’ and the ‘tiny’.

“Well, yeah, but so are yo-” Jungkook doesn't even finish his sentence when Jimin suddenly turns his face to look at him. That’s totally not a very happy expression there. 

Jimin’s eyebrows are kind of arched in a very unpleasant curve. His jaw tightening, lips sealed shut together. Is he… irritated? 

“What do you mean with that, Jungkook? Is that how you see me? Tiny?” Jimin stands up, staring at Jungkook with the shorts still in his hand. 

“I-I-I…” Jungkook can’t even come up with anything to say over this very unexpected reaction. 

“Maybe I’m fragile too, huh? Is that what you think? Is that why you have to go all out to do this stuff for me, cause I’m your small and fragile boyfriend that you have to take care of like some kind of alpha?” Jimin really is irritated now, the bitterness clearly slipping through his words. 

“Baby… I-I didn’t-” Jungkook stands up in front of him too. His heart is slamming in his ribcage, but not for a good reason. “I didn’t- thought you would- hmm, I-I don’t think-” Jungkook is babbling. He is just babbling, because, what?! Jimin is just saying absurdities right now!

“Didn’t think what? That I wouldn’t fit in something like this?” He wiggles the shorts in the air. “C’mon, you see me naked EVERY. FUCKING. DAY!” 

Jungkook now just stares at him. At the shorts in his hands. At him again. Over and over, one and the other, without knowing how to react. 

“Jeon Jungkook, did you REALLY think I would fit in THIS?” Jimin asks, wiggling the tiny piece of fabric in his hand. Is he mad?

Yeah, maybe his instinct was a little off this time.

He still can’t manage to say anything. 

“Well… can you at least give it a try?” Jungkook says very carefully, after staring at each other in silent frustration for a long moment. 

Jimin just chuckles airly, all the irritation slipping out.

“Are you serious right now?” his boyfriend asks, incredulousness screaming on his face. 

“Well, yeah, I sure am! How can you even know that it's that absurdly small if you didn’t even try?” Now, it’s Jungkook’s turn to answer with irritation. 

“Jeon Jungkook, I think I fucking know what actually fits me and what’s clearly small for me, even though my own boyfriend can’t see it!” Jimin states throwing the shorts in his hands over to Jungkook's hands. 

“Jimin, can you stop being so stubborn for a second? Huh? Can you? And just please, please , go try the thing on before getting like that at me!” Jungkook retorts.

Once again they stare, the now fuming feeling taking over their eyes. A little something hooking at his lower belly, too. He tries to ignore it and push down the tingling familiar sensation. 

C’mon, not now!

Jungkook extends the piece of cloth for him, daring him with an eyebrow all the way up on his face. 

“Fine!” Jimin responds bitterly, in truth still opposed to the idea. But he picks the piece from Jungkook’s hands and heads over to their bathroom. 

“Don’t forget the shirt!” Jungkook yells all sassy at Jimin, before he goes further into the corridor, making him come back and pick up the shirt over the couch while giving Jungkook a deadly look. Cute , Jungkook thinks to himself, even with all Jimin’s irritation.

Some time passes by while Jungkook waits for Jimin in the living room. He’s getting a little impatient now. So he walks over to the bathroom door. 

“Hyung?” He knocks it gently. “How is it? Have you put it on yet?” 

No answers. But he does hear shuffling on the other side of the door. 

“Hyung? Can you come out already? Why are you taking-” Jimin suddenly opens the door, smacking something over Jungkook’s chest immediately, catching him by surprise. 

“It didn’t fucking fit!” Jimin says, passing by Jungkook like a hurricane, heading to their room this time. It’s just then that Jungkook notices that Jimin is still wearing the clothes he arrived home with, and the thing he smacked on his chest is actually the pajamas. 

Jungkook follows him, already frustrated. 

“Oh c’mon now, you didn’t even show me!” He enters the room right after Jimin.

“I don’t have to!” Jimin starts to take his clothes off, throwing his shirt with anger across the room. He has this habit of always walking around naked or semi-naked in their apartment, especially if he's feeling uncomfortable with something. It's supposed to be soothing for him or something.

“Of course you do, I bought that for you! I asked you to try it out and wanted to see it, obviously!” Jungkook fights back.

“Well, I did try it out already, and I’m telling you. It. Didn’t. Fit,” Jimin says, getting close to Jungkook again until he is standing in front of him. Gaze looking daring. 

“Jimin, please…” Jungkook pleads. He just wants to see it on his boyfriend! What’s it possibly going to take for that to happen?!

“Mmh-mh, I’m not putting that thing on again. We can exchange it at the store.” He turns his back to Jungkook, starting again to take off his clothes, fumbling restlessly with his belt this time. 

“Baby, I don’t even know if we can exchange…” 

“We can donate then. Problem solved!” Jimin sits at their bed, taking off his pants with a rough pull. All his behavior now screams irritated, and that only makes Jungkook get more and more confused by the minute. What the hell is going on here? Why is this bothering him so much?

And now he's just in his boxer briefs. Great , that surely doesn’t help Jungkook to think straight!

“No, no problem solved! C’mon, hyung, why are you being like that?!” It frustrates Jungkook. He really can’t understand what’s going on! How is he supposed to know?!

Jimin sighs. He deeply sighs, lowering in one harsh movement the hand that was holding his pants after completely stripping out of it. He lowers himself over his knees, elbows supporting on his thighs while he buries his face into his hands. 

Oh God, what did Jungkook just do?!

“Babe…” Jungkook tries carefully to reach out for him after some silence, really confused but worried at the same time. But Jimin lifts his gaze before Jungkook can actually touch him. 

He looks at him from below, his eyes appearing just… tired. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I didn’t mean to- I-I just-” He sighs again, burying his face in his hands one more time, puffing out all the air from his lungs strongly. At that, Jungkook immediately sits beside his boyfriend, one hand going up to Jimin’s leg, squeezing gently. He probably has a good reason to be reacting like that. A blow up like this is totally not common behavior for Jimin. So, of course Jungkook will be understanding, and wait until he can explain it. 

“God, I so overreacted,” Jimin says, muffled under his hands. He laughs weakly. Then he slowly looks at Jungkook again, one side of his cheek in one of his hands, now supporting his head. He reaches the other hand to caress the younger, cupping his face and gently stroking his temples. “You don’t deserve my little blow up, I’m really really sorry, babe. Look at all that you did for me today. I don’t wanna be ungrateful.”

Jungkook just closes his eyes and nudges into Jimin's hand more. 

“This just… Kind of unleashed some bad memories of my younger self. You know, all the bullying and stuff.”

Oh. Oh! Right, Jimin has gone through some pretty bad things when he was younger, the picking on him going on and on for years at his school back in Busan. And now Jungkook clearly remembers the motives: the mean boys over there used to say that it was for his very tiny figure, taking advantage of being all bigger than him to do all kinds of terrible stuff to Jimin, from shoving him inside his locker, to stealing his money, food, full school bag sometimes. They would pick his books and notebooks, rip his homeworks and get him in trouble. Push him off his bike on his way home. Shoved him even into a trash can one time. And saying that it was all because of how funny it looked for them seeing Jimin in his tiny and fragile figure trying to avoid it, trying to fight them back. Always useless tries, of course. 

But Jimin knew it was not. And Jungkook could tell it too, from the many stories Jimin has already told him. It was actually all homophobia, covered with some other bullshit of reason they came up with so it didn’t get them in trouble over being homophobic.

Those days at the schools, because of pressure from queer activism and rich parents to some queer kids, they were being more severe about punishing homophobic acts. But, obviously, it was just to get those people out of their asses, the schools didn’t actually gave a fuck. So, as long as the bullying was not reported as that, any other types of bullying? Go ahead, they would totally pretend not to see it at all. 

And because of those experiences, Jimin was always afraid of appearing ‘small’ and ‘fragile’. That molded him into being an actually pretty fierce person, even getting a black belt in Taekwondo. To this day, Jimin attends fighting lessons. He just didn't want to be defenseless ever again. And the funny - and hurtful - part is being accused of seeing Jimin like those bastards in his past when Jungkook thought anything but that about his boyfriend. He actually sees him as a real badass. God, the amount of times that he has stood up for Jungkook when even Jungkook couldn't state his position on little misunderstandings on a daily basis. 

Jungkook was no pushover, but Jimin was surely the more imposing one out of the two of them.

And that explains a lot. Jungkook would never guess this could be a trigger for him. Never. 

So he gets a little guilty, feeling bad for what he made his boyfriend revive. How could he be so clueless?!

“Babe, I really- I would never-” Jungkook sighs deeply too. This is hard, such a delicate situation. How can he actually make Jimin understand that he would never want to hurt him like that? He would never spark those memories back on purpose! “I never thought that would trigger those memories for you. And I’m sorry about that, I really am! I would never have even bought this stupid thing if I could imagine this. You don’t deserve to keep remembering this, that’s the last thing I wanted! I-I…” He reaches for Jimin's hand, intertwining his fingers with his. “I just really didn’t know your actual size, as you can see.” Jungkook chuckles weakly. “I thought I was going with my great instinct, which now I know that clearly sucks!”

That rips a giggle from Jimin. A giggle that comforts Jungkook’s heart.

“Jungkook, I honestly still can’t believe you actually thought I would fit in that! Like, look at the size of that!”

“But, baby, you're so small too…” Jungkook tries to soften his tone again, almost begging Jimin. He quickly realizes that his choice of words can sound bad right now, and tries to immediately fix it. “I mean, you can't deny that you have a pretty petite figure compared to me. But that doesn't make you fragile at all, you are anything but that. And I truly don't see you like that. I think you're the most fierce person I ever got to meet, hyung!” 

Jimin looks at him, almost melting with fondness now. 

“Really?” He kind of whispers, emotion catching on his low voice.

“Yeah, of course I do!” Jungkook leads their intertwined hands to his lips, turning it to kiss Jimin's knuckles with care. “I've always admired you for that, my love. But you gotta admit… You also do love that I'm bigger than you. Don't pretend like you don't love your jacked boyfriend being able to lift you so easily, manhandling you all over!” Jungkook adds, a malicious grin taking over his lips while he still kisses Jimin's hands gently.

Jimin giggles all naughtily.

“Fine… Maybe I do like it for some things.” His gaze is suddenly filled with something else, something hot, and he looks down at Jungkook’s lips for a second. Oh, Jungkook knows exactly what these things are. “But I'm not THAT small! Look at this!” He grabs the shorts from Jungkook's lap, stretching it practically over his face. “This is barely a piece of cloth. It's basically a piece of fabric, Jeon Jungkook! It won't cover anything !” He sounds very emphatic about the ‘anything’ part.

“Well... is this bad though?” Jungkook asks, trying to lighten up the mood more, a mischievous grin rising even bigger on his lips. 

But of course it is bad! He knows it. How could he even wear that for Tae's slumber party, the main goal of getting that for Jimin to begin with?

“Jungkook!” Jimin retorts, scolding him.

“I'm just saying, like… Who said anything about covering?” Jungkook states provocatively, wiggling those eyebrows in the most naughty way. When Jimin continues to stare at him with wild, incredulous eyes, he chuckles, giving up his attempt to make his boyfriend laugh over all this. “Yeah, ok. But I do gotta confess that I didn't consider the big butt…” Or maybe he still has some tries in him, using that smirk that always gives Jimin goosebumps down his spine - and someplace else, too.

“What did you just-” Jimin starts, not believing his boyfriend. But Jungkook cuts him off before he can even question. 

“Just try it out, pleaseeee!” Jungkook literally begs this time. Jimin keeps staring at him, and Jungkook decides to put even more effort into it. 

He kneels in front of Jimin, putting his crossed arms over Jimin’s thighs, head resting on top of it. He makes his best puppy dog look he can manage, batting his lashes to Jimin who just stares at him.

“Please…” he says once again, in a lower tone. 

Jimin can’t contain himself anymore. He laughs. He really laughs hard. 

Finally! It’s the most relieving sound right now. 

“God, you’re just so ridiculous!” he says through his laughter, making Jungkook’s chest fill up with some sort of comfort over the built up tension. 

“So… Will you do it?” He bats his lashes more. 

“Baby… But I seriously look ridiculous in it.”

“But I won’t say anything about it if it’s not good, I promise! You know I would never, anyway. And we can just… Donate, I don’t know! But we’ll surely get rid of it if it's actually that bad. Please, I just wanna see it one time! ” 

“Fine!” Jimin says, leaning his head over Jungkook’s face in his lap, nosing his cheek and then leaving a little kiss there. “Fuck, you always get what you want from me with those puppy eyes of yours. That’s so unfair!”

“It’s not unfair , baby. I have my eyes, you have your beautiful, marvelous, unbelievably round and smooth ass. With all that? You can win absolutely anything from me! We all fight with the weapons we have, you know?” Jimin laughs so hard now that Jungkook it’s suddenly overflowing with light and true happiness again, the beautiful sound washing over all the bad feelings they might have felt during the mild fight. 

_

“So?” Jungkook shouts from the living room, sitting on the couch again, impatiently waiting for Jimin one more time. 

Jimin went to change it into the pajama set and Jungkook came to clean their dinner table and organize their mess a little bit while waiting.

Why does Jimin take so long to change into this thing anyway? 

Jungkook hears a door opening and gets excited knowing he is finally coming out to show him. 

“Babe?” the oldest softly asks, appearing to have headed down to their bedroom. 

“Over here, love, I'm in the living room!” Jungkook shouts for him. 

He hears soft, slow steps coming in his direction. 

“Can you… Mmh, can you close your eyes for a bit?” Jimin asks before appearing, but clearly closer to the room where Jungkook is. Once again, in a very soft tone, almost insecure. 

Jungkook doesn't want to question. Whatever it takes to finally see that thing on Jimin's body. 

“Ok… Closed!” the younger excitedly states. 

He hears more steps, closer and closer, until it feels like Jimin is just standing right there in front of him. 

“Hm, can I open yet?” Jungkook stirs, hands restless over his closed eyes.

“Yeah…” Jimin almost whispers the response. 

Jungkook is not ready. He imagined this would look… Good, lets say , on Jimin's body, but he definitely was not ready for the vision that stands right in front of his eyes.

He lowers his hands slowly in his lap, mouth involuntary opening, eyes getting unquiet, not knowing where to rest. 

He just stares at him. Thoroughly observing every little detail, taking in that heavenly body, absorbing every part of the marvelous view. 

The delicious view. 

There’s definitely no other word for all that .

The shirt is truly too small for Jimin. Like, really small. It looks cropped, not able to cover the strong abdomen that stands there, full muscles on display. The sleeves are too tight for him too, catching on Jimin's biceps.

But the shorts… Oh , the shorts! That's what actually has Jungkook's mind swirling already, his heartbeat racing, heat covering his body in a second. 

Something throbs in his lower belly. 

The shorts are in truth so short for him,  so so short that it almost displays his crotch. The waist doesn't come very high up, that beautiful beginning of his pelvis muscles revealing. And the thighs… God, the thighs! They are being hugged so deliciously by the tiny and soft piece of fabric that Jungkook almost drools right then and there. 

He gently reaches out, grabbing Jimin's hips and turning him around. That only makes everything even worse.

Because his ass. Oh God, his ass in those goddamn shorts! All the roundness being presented, the plump cheeks peeking through the hem, too tiny for his big, beautiful butt. The middle deeping into Jimin's crevice, begging Jungkook to picture the most indecent things. 

He could just bite that ass right away! Slap it, caress it, kiss it. Anything really. 

And the contrast with the pink, cute bunnies pattern? Looking all innocent, as if Jungkook was the one that would deprave Jimin. Fuck, that drives him insane! His breathing already heaving, his cock trapped inside his now uncomfortable pants, responding to his wild visions. 

Jimin is just sin itself in these fucking pajamas. 

When he's about to touch that marvelousness, Jimin's voice finally breaks the silence. 

“See, it doesn't fit. We should donate it and maybe get a bigger size…” he says in such a low voice, almost like he’s shy.

Jungkook can’t even bring himself to speak right now, too lost in his dirty thoughts, too caught up in his desires.

How the fuck could Jimin possibly be shy about this ?!

“I-I think I know somewhere I can bring it to donate. We could-” Jimin starts again when Jungkook doesn’t seem to respond, unsurely turning around to face him. He stops speaking when he sees the state of his boyfriend. The paralyzed expression makes Jimin confused for a moment. “Jungkook? What is it? Do you-”

“I-I... You… I… Just… Wow.” That’s quite the only thing Jungkook manages to say. Well, not actually say, more like a mumble. 

“Looks ridiculous, I know. But I do like what you picked for me, babe! We can just go there and get a bigger size-”

“We are not getting a bigger size,” Jungkook firmly utters, looking up into Jimin’s face with dark eyes that makes Jimin bewildered. 

“What? Why? But it doesn't fit well, I look ridiculous! I can’t possibly wear this to Tae’s party, babe-”

“Oh, baby, you look anything but ridiculous. I don't want you to get a bigger size! Plus, it’s not for Tae’s party anymore…” Jungkook lowers his eyes from Jimin’s gaze to his body, while grabbing his hips and squeezing them a little bit, teeth biting down on his own lip.

“The shirt is not even long enough…” Jimin almost whispers it, starting to understand what maybe his boyfriend's reaction is about.

“We won't be needing the shirt... actually, right now we wouldn’t need anything at all, but I want you to keep the shorts.” Jungkook turns Jimin around slowly while talking, half-lidded eyes dominating his whole desirous expression.

“What-” Before Jimin can even question anything, a hard slap is planted on one of his butt cheeks. The immediate red that takes place in the subtle part of Jimin’s ass that’s visible through the hem of the shorts makes Jungkook exhale slowly in pleasure, the way his boyfriend bends down a little with the impact getting more ideas into his depraved brain. Jimin gasps at the surprise sensation, the burning turning his mind onto a different course in an instant. 

Yeah, so he guessed right where Jungkook was going with this. 

“Jungkook, what are you-” Jimin tries to ask one more time, while turning his head a little to look back at Jungkook, but once again he’s caught on a startle. The younger pulls him harshly into his lap, making him sit between Jungkook’s spread legs, his ass perfectly fitting right there. He immediately feels something long and hard against his cleft, almost slotting there, so naturally like it just belongs between Jimin’s peachy asscheeks. 

“Fuck…” Jimin’s eyes roll back instantly, shutting close while his lips slightly open, a soft moan escaping with no previous warning at all. 

“Mmmh… yeah, fuck…” Jungkook says through his hoarse voice, almost grunting while his hands pull Jimin’s hips back even more, his own bucking forward a little bit, forcing his crotch on Jimin’s bottom with power. Rubbing his already hard cock right there . He feels so much relief over the much-needed contact, even through the fabric that still, unforgivably, separates them. He waves his hips into the other’s, guiding his movements to roll on top of him in the same rhythm. Fuck, it feels so good already. 

Jimin responds in the best way possible, his hands taking hold of Jungkook’s knees on both his sides, steading himself more so he can correspond. He throws his head back when Jungkook puts even more pressure into it, moans and chokes sliding easily from his mouth. 

God, how did things shift so fast like this?

Jungkook straightens himself, peeling off from the couch’s backrest, and glueing onto Jimin’s back instead. The press of their bodies, his strong chest to the other’s back is, somewhat, soothing right now for their growing buzz. He uses one hand to push Jimin’s soft hair away, nosing at his neck to his ear, breathing so heavily there. It gives Jimin uncontrollable goosebumps, his breathing also hitching more. Jungkook’s mouth comes to his ear, licking it, sucking his earlobe, biting temptingly. “You see what you are doing to me in these, babe? Mmh? Can you feel it?” 

“Yeah… Anh, fuck, yeah- I-I can feel it- aaah!” Jimin meows, while Jungkook extends his kisses and bitings to his neck. He explores the burning expanse of skin, traces a long stripe from the base of Jimin’s neck back to his ear with his tongue, leaving it all wet and hot. Jimin’s cock is already starting to stir too, throbbing in response in the goddamn pajama’s shorts. 

“You feel how hard you make me, hm? How you get my cock wanting to bury deep inside your delicious ass so fast? Mmh?” Jungkook’s tone is so fucking lustful right now, so full of the most carnal need for Jimin. His whispered tone blowing on his ear makes him loll his head on the strongest shoulder behind him. 

The younger slowly drags his hands down from Jimin’s hips to his ass, grabbing fully and squeezing hard. A mix of a moan and a whimper leaves Jimin’s throat. 

“Jungkook, baby… I-I… Anh-” Jimin tries to ask for something—he doesn’t even know what—but he’s cut short by another one of Jungkook’s harsh squeezes on his buttcheeks. His mind slipping slowly to a place where there’d be no way back, only Jungkook and Jungkook’s body in his thoughts. 

“What, my love? Tell me what you want, huh?” His fingers trace down Jimin’s thighs, caressing slowly, goin up to his inner thighs and pulling them apart a little bit, brushing teasingly near his crotch area. At the same time, he starts nosing the oldest’s nape, mouthing wetly, making a feast out of biting his boyfriend’s body - like he so goddamn loves. “I’ll give you what you want if you ask me nicely…”

“More… I want-I want more. Please…”

“More of what? Say it with words, Jimin.” Jungkook practically commands him, his dominating tone showing up. And fuck, how Jimin loves that tone!

“More… You… More- Aah!” A moan gets in the way of Jimin’s words when Jungkook finally reaches his fingers even higher, grazing them softly over Jimin’s covered, pleading, hard cock. 

“Mmmmh, you’re wearing nothing underneath these shorts, aren’t you, baby?” Jimin just nods, head hanging loose at Jungkook’s shoulder now, eyes shut tight with the sensations. “You’re such a good boy for me, huh? Just perfect. Almost like you knew what I would want to do with you.” Jungkook palms Jimin’s cock and Jimin almost screams in his high-pitched moans. 

“Fuck me… Please, Jungkookie, just fuck me…” he begs.

Jungkook chuckles naughtily. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear. 

“That’s what you want? You want to give it to me good? Hm?” Jungkook starts to gently stroke his dick through the fabric, squeezing him so good. He feels so amazing in his hands, warm and hard, even with this fucking barrier between them. 

“Yes…”

“Want me to stretch you open on my big cock? Is that what you want, my kitty?” Jungkook’s other hand starts to travel all over Jimin’s body, while he keeps jerking him slowly. His boyfriend's skin feels so hot already on his fingertips, almost tingling at the touch. He shivers everywhere Jungkook traces, and Jungkook takes the advantage to keep on exploring him, going down his thighs, then up his abs, squeezing his pecs through the top that he still wears. 

Right, the top. Jungkook wants that fucking off right now, he need to feel more of Jimin’s body freely. He needs to see it . 

He works his hands underneath the shirt, his fingers coming to caress Jimin’s nipples, rolling one of the firm buds between them. 

Jimin’s back arches at the act, a broken airy moan giving its way on those sinful split lips. They already look red, as if the oldest has bitten them harshly just from all the teasing.

But Jungkook doesn’t linger much on it, his current urgent task being to take Jimin’s shirt off. 

His hands come off Jimin’s skin, climbing to his covered chest, immediately getting his fingers in charge of unbuttoning the piece. Jungkook’s other hand keeps on going on Jimin’s cock, while the other rolls his hips back into Jungkook’s hardness better and better every minute.

“How much do you want it, babe? Tell me… Would you beg for it? Huh?” His hands slide down on the buttons, releasing them one by one. 

“Yeah… I want it a lot. I want all of it, Kookie. Want your big cock inside me, please!” Jimin really is just a needy mess by now. 

“You want it gentle or rough today?”

“Rough… Fuck, make it rough! Please, please, please…”

Jungkook laughs lowly, mean and raw desire lingering on his burning veins. 

“You’re so dirty, baby. How can someone so cute and delicate, wearing these innocent pajamas, be so filthy, huh?” Finally all the buttons give way, and Jungkook is able to take the shirt off from the oldest. He throws it to the side, and Jimin immediately stands up, taking his hands to the waistband of the shorts, ready to strip it off too. But Jungkook stops him, hands coming on top of Jimin’s and holding it there in place. 

“No. What did I tell you? I want you in these for today,” Jungkook almost orders him.

“But… I’m so hot, bunny…” Jimin complains, neediness all over his voice. 

“Well… Too bad for you then, my love. Gotta bear with that for your man…” Jungkook bites Jimin’s ass hard, which the other responds with a loud screamed type of moan. It’s going to mark, for sure. “... If you want dick, today,” he whispers against the bitten ass cheek, the fabric of the pajamas soaked wet with his spit. 

Finally, standing up himself, Jungkook takes Jimin’s face into his hands, cupping his jaw and stroking his cheeks gently, looking deep into those half-lidded, seductive eyes before, at last, leaning for a so-craved kiss. 

Their kiss starts slow, but wet and sexy, both licking into the other’s mouth, tongues being sucked, lips being bit tantalizingly. But soon it turns into harsh, desperate and frantic kissing. Jungkook sliding his hands across Jimin’s back, until they rest at his hips with vigour, clasping eagerly, while Jimin sinks his fingers deep into Jungkook’s long hair, pulling it with no mercy at all. Jungkook loves it so much. 

The younger guides Jimin towards the corridor, thinking about heading to their bedroom while they never even break apart from each other's mouths. Jimin starts running one of his hands all over the strongest’s body, squeezing his neck, down to his muscular pecs, and his firm abdomen, while he keeps on pulling his hair deliciously with the other hand. But once they are right in the middle of the corridor, Jimin’s hand reaches Jungkook’s cock, and that’s it for him. 

His mouth finally leaves Jimin, with a good, long and gutural ‘fuck’ being moaned when Jimin firmly paws him. 

Jungkook’s response leaves Jimin astonished once more tonight. 

“Aaah!” Both the youngest’s hands go down to the back of his thighs and he forces him up, picking up Jimin in one hard motion, slamming him on the wall of the corridor, forcing Jimin to link his heels on the other’s lower back. 

“Can’t even let me make it to the bedroom, huh?” Jungkook says through his hard breathing, bucking his hips forward into Jimin’s with power. Their trapped cocks press together, and Jimin can’t even form actual thoughts right now. “Fine, then. I’ll fuck you right here, since you’re so eager, baby…” Jungkook whispers in his ear, biting it right after. 

“Do you… Ah… Do you have- Fuck, Jungkook…” Jimin fails every attempt on a full sentence once Jungkook rolls his hips against his more and more, the pressure on their cocks together feeling amazing, making Jimin think about how good it would feel without any annoying clothes in the way. The other’s mouth is on his neck, probably leaving his mark there for everyone to see later, to remember how Jimin belongs only to him. 

“I’m well prepared for you today, love,” Jungkook says while one of his hands leaves Jimin’s ass, securing him there only with the pressure of their bodies forced together against the cold wall. He reaches to his back pocket, and from there a travel size lube bottle is fished out. 

He hands it over to Jimin and extends three of his fingers for him too. Jimin understands without a single word, popping the cap open and squeezing a good amount on Jungkook’s fingers. 

“Mmmh, you want it messy, I see,” Jungkook mumbles when Jimin closes the cap and just throws the lube to the side, hands desperately coming back to Jungkook’s neck and pulling him in by his hair, their mouths colliding together again. 

They are almost not able to kiss at all anymore, just panting into each other's mouths now, taking turns into biting lips. Jungkook fumbles to keep Jimin firmly splattered against the wall while reaching down with his lubed hand for Jimin’s ass. 

His finger grazes his delicate, now tight, balls still through the fabric, and Jimin shivers. Jungkook hooks his fingers on the thin piece that covers the area, and pushes it aside. He caresses them more, now fully in touch with Jimin’s hot skin, and something increases the heat of the blood that almost boils already in his veins.

“Fuck… You drive me fucking insane.” He pants through his words, forehead on forehead, both breathing harshly with their eyes closed. 

The younger keeps going further with his fingers, reaching Jimin’s perineum and taking his sweet time there to smear it with lube too, only then advancing forward to… Oh God , his personal paradise on the body of the man he loves: Jimin’s tiny and delicate hole. 

His rim contracts right away, Jungkook feeling the spasming on his fingertips even before doing anything. 

“Aaaah- Jungkook, please! Baby, please…” Jimin whines, head hitting back on the wall with a soft thud that he doesn’t even seem to care about, too lost in pleasure and desire. 

Jungkook tends to Jimin’s pleas. He rubs his asshole slowly, putting pressure with two of his fingers. He rounds it, touches Jimin with all the care he has to give to his love, and Jimin’s bodily reactions, moaning and whimpering, spasming in Jungkook's hold, back arching from the wall and expression inundated by pure and raw lust, makes Jungkook suddenly so aware of how much he loves this man. 

Fuck, he’s perfect. He’s so beautiful. I would give him the whole wide world. 

“More, baby, please, more… Want it inside…” Jimin begs beautifully, biting at his lower lip at last. 

Jungkook starts to push two fingers at once, into Jimin’s small, but very eager, hole. He knows Jimin can take it easily, them having fucked this very morning. 

“Aa-aaah- aaah” Jimin’s moans are music to Jungkook’s ears.  

He clenches and relaxes onto Jungkook’s fingers, and Jungkook waits a bit before pulling a little out, and then driving it back inside, slowly at first. Jimin’s mouth can’t even come to a close anymore, the most beautiful sounds slipping from there one after the other. 

Jungkook increases the pace, fucking his two fingers into his boyfriend’s hole, which loosens up quickly for him. He scissors him, stretches him open thoroughly. He adds another one, and Jimin’s back arches one more time at the feeling. 

Jungkook drags the digits in and out eagerly, wanting to not miss a single reaction from his pretty and sexy boyfriend. He kisses his neck and chest, puts his mouth to work on one of his nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue, finishing with little bites before going for the other one. 

“Baby, I’m ready… Jungkookie, please, I want more… I want your cock, baby…” Jimin’s whimsical pleas fill the ambience, making Jungkook’s mind almost snap with urge. 

“Fuck, there’s nothing more sexy than when you ask me so beautifully for cock, hyung…” Jungkook says into Jimin’s mouth, kissing him while he retrieves his fingers from him. 

He lowers Jimin into the ground for a bit, only to fumble with his belt for a second, before the other joins in and helps him, them both grabbing desperately to pull off Jungkook’s accessory and lower the zipper of his pants, followed by all the rest together with his boxers, letting the clothes hang loose on his knees.

Jungkook reaches forward for Jimin but the other stops him with a hand on his chest.

“No. Take it off. Now!” Jimin firmly demands.

“Wow, someone is bossy today, huh?” But Jungkook grabs Jimin and turns him around, slamming him onto the wall again, face forward this time. He keeps both his wrists forcibly trapped in one of his hands behind Jimin’s back, the other grasping the hypnotizing hips, pushing his ass back to meet Jungkook’s crotch.

Jungkook’s cock slides so good in between them, nestling there slightly. It’s already so wet from the lube. He undulates it against Jimin’s slit, and they both seem too lost on that. 

“Mmmmmh, aaah- Fuck, hyung…” Jungkook grunts, looking right at the mesmerizing vision of his flushed, big thick cock humping on the most beautiful ass he has ever seen. 

“Aaaaah…” Jimin can’t help but moan too. 

“I could so easily just slide it in right now and fuck you beautifully like this-” But Jimin cuts Jungkook short, forcing himself out of the position with difficulty, but managing to turn around on the wall and look Jungkook deeply in his eyes. That dark, daring look. 

Jungkook knows exactly what it means. 

He’s being a brat.

Fuck.

“We’re not doing it like that,” Jimin dares.

“Who said so, huh?” Jungkook leans in, one of his forearms supporting him on the wall right against Jimin’s head. He takes the other hand to the oldest’s chin, lifting it provocatively, observing his plump red lips. “May I remind you who commands here, hm? Who’s the boss, baby?” he says while turning Jimin’s face from one side to the other. 

It’s all a game for them, of course. Jungkook loves being the dominant, while Jimin revels in being the - sometimes bratty - submissive. 

Oh, and they are so good at their roles. 

“I don’t fucking care. I said, not. like. that,” Jimin says imposingly, but still the subtle, naughty smirk peaking somewhere there, clearly having all his fun with this. 

“ Oh. ” Jungkook suddenly grips both his wrists with his hands, pressing them up above Jimin’s head. “So someone wants to be a brat today. Will I have to punish you for that, baby? Or will you behave for your man?” He breathes in Jimin’s neck. 

“I-I…” Jimin starts faltering in his role because of Jungkook’s devilish mouth on him. He tries to compose himself quickly. “I want to bargain.” 

Jungkook slowly lifts his head to face him, intrigued. “Go on.”

“You want to fuck me in these goddamn shorts, even if they’re making me too hot. So I want you totally naked.” Jimin shoots him a daring look, squeezing those wild eyes. 

“You know I could just-’”

“Plus, I’ll let you be the roughest you wish. You can have your way with me, my bunny… And I… Well, I just want you all fucking naked for me.” Jimin makes his case, lowering the tone all enticingly and sexy, while looking Jungkook up and down with those hungry eyes, as if Jungkook was his prey , and not the opposite. 

Fuck, it’s so sexy when he does this. How can he say no to that? 

They stare a little more, both totally out of themselves with arousal. “Fine.”

The youngest releases his bratty boyfriend, and starts to lift his shirt. His plan was to fuck Jimin while dressed because, well, he loves that, makes him feel powerful and dominant to have the other naked - or in this case, almost - and ravish him while he didn’t even take his shirt off. 

But not this time, he guesses. 

So he just strips out of everything for good. 

“Good, that's what I-” Jimin starts to state his approval, but Jungkook lifts him into his lap and slams him into the wall, back at the same previous position. 

“Now you’ll take what I want. I’m gonna fuck you right here, right in this position, and you are going to take my cock into your tight little hole like a good boy until you come, ok, my love?” Jungkook whispers in Jimin’s ear, making his heart go wildly fast, breath hitching so high he could not even say a word. He just nods, eyes shut in pleasure from being so roughly dominated.

Jungkook doesn’t wait anymore. Fuck, he just can’t, his cock being up for so long that he’s desperate already to bury deep into Jimin’s maddening heat. 

He reaches for the shorts to pull it to the side, fitting his cock right there, nudging Jimin’s wet hole. He’s so messy from the lube that it’ll surely be enough for Jungkook to shove his cock right up there too. 

He presses his swollen, sensitive tip on the delicious puckered skin, smearing the lube a little more and making Jimin’s head go loose on his shoulder, lightheaded with pleasure. He’s grasping onto the youngest’s ass so fucking hard, keeping him spread and hanging up on his hips. 

Then he finally puts more pressure, the tip starting to breach in, Jimin’s loose hole giving way for Jungkook’s thickness, almost eagerly sucking him in. Once his cockhead is fully settled inside, they both exhale hard, Jimin’s hands combing into Jungkook’s hair and pulling. 

Jungkook keeps going more, forcing himself into him, feeling his dick being absurdly hugged bit by bit, until he comes to a halt when he bottoms out. 

“Mmmmh, Jungkook…” Jimin moans his name beautifully, at which Jungkook’s cock responds by throbbing inside his hole, Jimin clenching back and squeezing him impossibly tight. 

Jungkook is going to go insane from this.

“Mmmmh, fuck… So tight, hyung. Always so fucking tight for me… Aaah!”

With some effort, he pulls back a little bit, and slowly drags his cock into his tight ass again. Jimin mumbles ‘fucks’ and other curses while Jungkook goes on, dragging back and pushing inside at a tortuously slow pace. 

“No, mmh… I want more… I want more, Kookie, please… I want-” 

Jungkook snaps once and for all at Jimin meowing for more like that. 

He pulls out until just the tip remains inside, and then slams hard back into him. Jimin basically screams a moan. Jungkook does it again, and again, and again, until everything they can hear is Jimin’s desperate high-pitched moans, Jungkook’s grunts and hard breathing, and the wet, loud smack of their bodies together. 

Is so wet from all the lube, mixed with how much Jungkook is leaking precum all inside his hole now. He can see Jimin’s pretty cock, all flushed and trapped inside the shorts, starting to leak as well, getting the delicate piece of cloth all wet with his arousal.

Jungkook watches attentively how the shorts gather around Jimin’s hips, the cuteness insanely contrasting with how he opens up for him. 

Inspired by it, he grips more onto the other’s knees, keeping him spread on the wall for him, almost bending in half while receiving the most unforgiving drilling of that delicious, fat cock in his canal, Jungkook’s balls slapping Jimin’s ass mercilessly. It brushes in and out against his prostate, making it oh , so goddamn good.

“Big… Mmmh, you’re so big, bunny…” 

“Yeah, you like how big I feel inside you? You like it big, huh?” Jungkook slows his thrusting, turning into long and languid rolls, driving Jimin crazy to come. He’s right there, right at the edge, he can feel something hot concentrating more into his lower belly. His cock pressed in the tight shorts receiving a delicious stimulation just from that, the sensitive tip tugging on the fabric.

“Mmmh, yeah… I feel you so deep, Jungkookie- aaah!” Jungkook changes to short and hard thrusts. 

“Fuck, I feel you so deep too, hyung…” He lowers his head onto Jimin’s shoulder, completely in a daze for him and the sensations, while more precum oozes out of his abused cock. 

The only thing that he’s able to think now is Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. 

“Make me come, please! Please, make me come, bunny…” That gets Jungkook back into his full stamina, slamming fast and hard into Jimin’s asshole, all that thickness caressing his walls amazingly, stretching him impossibly, hitting the oldest’s prostate and abusing it without a stop. 

Jungkook’s arms start to protest against how much effort he has to put there to sustain Jimin like this for so long. But he couldn't care less. 

One of Jimin’s hands comes to his poor overlooked cock, trying to clumsily stroke it, but it’s soon swatted away by Jungkook’s hand. 

“You asked for cock, you’re gonna come just from cock, kitty!” The younger is quick to utter, mean tone commanding his already fucked out boyfriend. Jimin can only whimper and sob as his protest, but doesn’t actually try to fight it. 

With a subtle change in the angle, Jungkook’s length tugs at a perfect point inside Jimin, the tip of his cock pressing even harder into his prostate. He feels that tingling in his lower body heaving, something pooling there and making him go feral. His hole clenches desperately, squeezing Jungkook so hard that a broken moan leaves the other’s throat in an indecent, sinful way.

And he just knows Jimin is close. He can feel it.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop clenching like that on me I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good, Jimin…” 

“Do it! Jungkook, please, I want it inside- Mmmh! Come inside me, bunny, please!” Jimin drags his nails into Jungkook’s back now. It’s going to mark him, Jungkook knows it. And he absolutely loves it. “I’m- ah! - So-so close, bunny...”

“Mmmh, you're gonna come undone for me, huh? Do it, love… Come on my cock, hm?” Jungkook kisses Jimin’s temples sweetly, contrasting with the power of his deep, fast and merciless thrusts. “Come undone for me, and I’ll stuff your tiny hole full with my cum like you want so much, my slutty kitty…” The younger whispers into Jimin’s ear, grabbing hard at his ass, followed by an equally hard slap there. 

And that does it for Jimin. His vision blurring once and for all, little tears squeezing out with the enormous pleasure that washes over his body. Everything turns white for a second, and he feels the wetness inundating the front of the pajamas while the spurts go on and on, his whole body shivering and the most pornographic, broken moan slipping out of him. He chants Jungkook’s name like a praise of angels, and for Jungkook this must be what heaven feels like. 

Seeing that godly view, Jimin rolling his eyes in the peak of his pleasure, listening to how pretty he sounds, together with how fucking hard Jimin clenches down on his cock, his hole tightening rhythmically with his shoots from the insane orgasm, makes Jungkook need no more them five or so thrusts, too. 

Paradise, at last. A million stars explode behind his shut eyes, his whole body stiffening, pleasure everywhere, down to even his toes. He’s trembling uncontrollably, and he squeezes Jimin’s body hard in his hands, burying his length to the hilt in him, impossibly deep in the maddening spasming heat, and spurting one, two, three, countless times inside his hole. He spills every drop inside his boyfriend, not missing a single one, like the love of his life has asked. And it feels like everything is right. It feels like there is only him and Jimin in the world, all silence besides their synced breathing, their synced, wildly beating hearts, their synced devotion for each other. And he is at peace. 

Because Jimin is his peace. And everything can only be right when he has him like this. 

_

“Told you we wouldn’t need the shirt…” Jungkook giggles, while lowering Jimin to the floor and fixing his fumbled hair a little bit. 

“For what we just did, we wouldn't need anything, Jungkook!” Jimin protests, frowning and pouting at his boyfriend. 

Jungkook leaves little kisses there, cause he just can’t resist him. 

“True, but you looked too hot in these cute shorts, baby. Wear it more, and maybe I might actually strip you out of it next time, huh?” he says between the featherlight pecks, magical soft touches on those plump, pretty lips. “Or maybe not.” He giggles again, into Jimin’s mouth.

“You’re so mean! I was hot-” Jimin lightly smacks his strong chest, whining in the other's mouth. But he’s soon shut up by a hot tongue that licks inside, the kisses turning deep. 

It’s slow and so attentive, like if Jungkook was declaring his adoration for his boyfriend right through the touch.

“Please, babe…” Jungkook meows into Jimin’s mouth, begging so sweetly that it almost melts Jimin entirely. 

“Shut up…” Jimin is only able to mumble into the delicious wet heat they share through their lips and tongues. 

After some more lazy kissing, Jungkook picks Jimin up and heads to their bathroom. They get straight into the shower, after Jimin finally loses the tiny - now messy with cum - shorts. 

The younger makes sure to pamper his boyfriend all over, taking his sweet time with every step. Massaging Jimin’s scalp when washing his hair, scrubbing his beautiful skin gently. Always between caresses and little kisses. They swap roles once Jimin is the one doing the same for Jungkook, between genuine smiles and giggles.

But what’s a sweet treat for each other, and a fond moment between them, turns once again into arousal. The gentle touches of Jimin on Jungkook’s body start to tingle and stir his mind one more time, and they both just can’t help diving back into the fire that embraces them when they’re together, indulging in pleasure once more. 

Jimin ends up on his knees, taking Jungkook’s big cock deep into his mouth, reaching his throat and making the younger tremble. That heavenly wet heat gets Jungkook high so fast, mind numbing from everything else, his headspace filled with thoughts about his boyfriend again, until he’s spilling white and hot in Jimin’s delicious mouth. He receives it delightly, enfolding Jungkook’s pleasure on his lips, on his tongue, getting all wet and messy up to his chin and cheeks. Jungkook’s delicious taste appeases Jimin’s everlasting urge for the man he loves.

Jungkook gives it back by positioning Jimin against the foggy glass, hips pulled back, spine arching beautifully while he comes once again just from Jungkook’s fingers. 

Like this, they wrap around each other's warmth, wallowing in the luxury of their passion, letting go of the world to be just here, and to be just theirs. For the moment, the world is just that bubble where they made their own particular universe together. 

_

Jungkook eats Jimin out, ass up in the air, face down on their bed. He’s all open for him, willingly giving all of himself, a trembling needy mess under Jungkook’s touch. 

“Fuck- Jungkook… Kookie, I-I… Nngh, I’m gonna come, baby…” 

He's even more whiny now than before. 

After getting out of the shower, the two of them decided to lazily watch a movie together on their bed. Which went well and innocent for… some time. But at some point, things just shifted and they couldn’t - nor did they want to - avoid getting back in each other's arms. 

After Jimin had rode Jungkook until he came hotly inside him, the other was determined to make his man come one more time tonight with just his tongue. 

The apex of his pleasure snaps once and for all, and Jimin is now coming again, his mind tipping over to that white floaty space, hot sticky shots aiming directly onto the bed. 

He falls apart on top of his own mess, trying to catch his breath, slowly coming down from his high. 

“Mmmh, you’re gonna have to take another shower, baby…” Jungkook softly states, while he lowers himself on top of Jimin to take a bite on his, now very bruised and red, ass. Jimin can only shiver, and Jungkook soothes him with some kisses there. “Get up, love, we have to get this thing clean so we can sleep!” He pats a light slap on the peach roundness. 

With much difficulty, Jimin heads to the bathroom, getting into a very quick shower just so he can clean up. When he gets back, the bedsheets are already changed into clean ones. 

They both brush their teeth side by side, their uttermost domestic ways showing up in how they mess around with each other a bit while doing it. 

Soon, they’re wrapped around each other under soft warm blankets. 

Jimin feels the way Jungkook’s heart calmly beats under his ear, head resting in the younger’s strong chest while he caresses Jimin’s hair with fondness, his other hand hovering loose on the delicate waist of the older. 

“Thank you, bunny…” Jimin whispers.

“Mmmh, for what exactly?” Jungkook lazily asks, whispering back, eyes already shutting with the heavy tiredness that starts to take a toll on them. 

“Everything. This surprise was really just so sweet, Jungkook. So so sweet…” Jimin closes his eyes, caressing the other’s soft abs. 

“Even the absurdly wrong sized pajamas?” Jungkook giggles. 

Jimin giggles back, too. He’s smiling up to his heart from the inside. “Even that, love. It served a purpose very well, in the end.” They both laugh a little. “But seriously. Today was absolutely perfect, and there was not even a reason for you to do all that.” 

“Hey…” Jungkook calls Jimin, gently cupping his face and nudging him to look back up into Jungkook’s eyes. Those round, big, beautiful eyes that seem to shelter whole galaxies in them. “I don’t need reasons to do things for you. Please remember that, hm? I would give you the entire world if I could. And, in fact, I’ll fucking try to my last breath while I’m living a life beside you. Forever, baby. I already have the biggest of the reasons…” Jungkook strokes his cheeks, and the tug on Jimin’s heart from his words makes him feel tears wanting to spring free, but also an uncontainable smile threatening to show on the outside as well. “... I love you. So so much. A little more everyday, my love. And that’s reason enough, isn’t it?”

Jimin can’t take it. He supports himself on Jungkook’s chest, stretching a little bit over to kiss him. Soft, enveloping, holy kisses. Kisses that say it all, that convey every one of Jungkook’s words and more.

“It is. And I love you, too. So so much,” Jimin whispers into Jungkook’s mouth. 

And he knows he means it. He means it with every little fiber of his being, every part of his soul, every beating of his heart. It is reason enough , not just for that, but to the very life itself. Living is worth it, so so worth it, because they have each other. 

And that’s reason enough. 

_

It’s probably written all over Jungkook’s forehead the amount of sex he had last night with how big he’s smiling on this very regular Friday. 

Taehyung approaches, and Jungkook can only widen his smile even more, hand extended to give Tae his coffee. He was waiting for him by the door of their company’s building. 

“Don’t even say it! Fuck, Jungkook, you two are maniacs. I can read it all over your stupid face!” Taehyung chuckles jokingly. They start going inside, heading over to the elevator to get to their floor. 

“Yeah… I had a really good night.” Jungkook responds dreamily, reliving it in his mind all over again. 

“So I guess you two said goodbye in the best way possible, huh?” His friend smirks. 

“Yeah… I’m more peaceful about it now.” And he really means it. Their night reassured Jungkook how much they love each other, and he feels confident and at peace with his upcoming trip now. “I’m going today, actually! After work.”

“Oh, so you’re not even going to see the other lover bird again?” 

“Oh, not exactly… He’s actually taking me to the station.” 

Taehyung laughs fully at that.

“God, you two disgust me.” Taehyung’s fake grossed face appears again. “You're both just insufferably in love, aren’t you?!” Jungkook only smiles, looking down and biting his lip, tenderness spreading through his chest. 

“Yeah…”

Tae just laughs softly. “Happy for you, babies! And hey, did Jimin like the pajamas? Sorry it took me so long to respond to you at the time, don’t know if I was still of use…”

“Oh, don’t worry, hyung! And yes, mmh… He loved it. He really, really loved it.” Jungkook says all naughty, accusing chuckles slipping out of him, more biting on his lower lip with memories. 

“Ugh, everything turns into that with you guys! Damn it, I don’t even know why I still ask you things, you know?!” They laugh, reaching the lobby of their branch once the elevator opens for them. “So I guess he’ll be wearing it to the party tomorrow, right?” 

Jungkook freezes. He thinks about how his boyfriend looks in those clothes. He thinks about the shirt that is, well, basically a crop top. He thinks about how the sleeves cling to his beautiful biceps. How his abs are totally on full display in those. He thinks about the shorts. Fuck, the shorts. He thinks about Jimin’s crotch almost showing through, the hugged juicy thighs, the ass! The big, beautiful, godlike ass of his peeking through the hem.

That’s right, he almost forgot about that. He bought that for Jimin to wear to the slumber party. That tiny, barely-covering-anything, pajama set. On Jimin’s body. At the party. In. Front. Of. Everybody. 

He immediately frowns, all upset, just thinking of the possibility of all those eyes wandering over his man’s body. Yes, his man and only his. So yeah, no way he’ll let that happen!

Oh, no! No, no, no. NO WAY!

_

“Oh, hi! You’re back! Anything wrong with the piece?” The kind attendant girl asks Jungkook, who’s here during his very rushed lunch break, even though his day is fucking full to the brim today. He doesn’t fucking care, priorites!

“Well, yeah. I mean, no! I’m keeping that one, it was… Mmh, perfect.” Jungkook blushes a little, guilty of remembering why the pajamas were just so perfect, in his opinion. “But I… Mmnh, I kind of need another one? Like, exactly the same one!” 

“Oh. Okay! Guess you truly like bunnies, huh?” The girl gently jokes. Yeah, he loves them, since Jimin loves his bunny so much. “What size this time? Do you know it?”

Jungkook is fucking determined this time. So he says with confidence, and a little smart-ass happiness over his own doing right now. 

“What’s the biggest size you have?”

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