Most Beautiful Moment in Life: An Epic Jikook Love Story ✔

Chapter Eleven: Vulnerability

Trigger Warnings for this Chapter:

Sexual Exploration

Drinking (As Usual)

Adult Language (As Always)

Jungkook:

Jungkook spilled into the dorm between Tae and Jin. Suga and RM were already arguing loudly.

"I'm going to bed," said Suga, "You can't be reasoned with right now!" He yelled overly loudly at Namjoon, who sputtered first in feigned anger and then started to laugh hysterically.

"You're right, you're right," he groaned, "Oh my God... I drank too much, I have to go to bed."

Jungkook's ears perked up through the haze of wine and he quickly stepped over to the bedroom he and Namjoon shared.

He reached the doorway before Namjoon and blocked it with his body. "I can't let you do that, Hyung." He said quietly. If only Namjoon weren't drunk, JK thought ruely, he would take the hint.

Namjoon laughed, tried to push him aside, but Jungkook didn't budge. Though Namjoon was an inch taller than him, he was thin. Jungkook's frame was already heavier, more muscular, and Namjoon couldn't move him from the doorway.

"You child! Why do you do this?" He started to get annoyed.

"You should sleep on the couch," JK kept trying to talk to him under his breath but Namjoon didn't get the hint and was getting more belligerent. "It's my birthday, Hyung, do this for me."

"So what?? So what it's your birthday?" grumbled Namjoon. Suga had emerged from the bathroom, face clean and ready for bed. He now looked at Jungkook standing in the doorway and Namjoon trying to shove him out of the way as if he searched for the right words to help.

Jungkook said earnestly to Namjoon: "I need the room tonight because it is my birthday." as he finished his words he turned to see Hobi and Jimin hanging up their coats. Jimin started to blush immediately and ran for the bathroom, just trying to avoid the confrontation that, in effect, he was causing.

Hoseok had a knowing look on his face, though, as his mind cranked. "Ah, Namjoon, I meant to ask if you wanted to see this new dance break I've been working on, I have the video on my computer. It would probably be good to have some water before you went to bed? Tae, don't you want Namjoon to come hang in our room? Leadertime!"

Taehyung, who had been oblivious before, seemed to slowly comprehend the situation and bounded over to Namjoon to put his arm around him and lead him slowly away from the doorway. "Yes, I need some Leadertime," he said simply, and Namjoon let himself be led into Hobi, Jimin and Taehyung's room. Hobi grabbed some bottles of water and closed the door behind them, giving JK a knowing look.

Jungkook sighed with relief. SO AWKWARD, he groaned. But there was no way he was going to let Namjoon in that room.

Jimin listened quietly in the bathroom until the living room got quiet. When he emerged, Jungkook was sitting on the couch, stem glass in his hand, eyes unfocused.

But they slid into focus as Jimin emerged from the bathroom.

"Is there more of that?" he asked, and Jungkook was already handing him his own glass. He had sobered up a lot on the walk home and from the serious conversation with Hobi. He thought back to his friend's sad story. It's been years and he is still hurt so badly, thought Jimin. That's what I am risking if I fall in love.

If? He looked into Jungkook's face helplessly.

"Come on," let's go celebrate, said Jungkook, with a savage and hungry look on his face as he suddenly stood up and started walking toward his room. It made Jimin's heart pound... But his feet didn't move. He took a long gulp of his wine and met JK's eyes.

"Liquid courage," he laughed, nervously, but still didn't move.

JK closed the space between them.

"Are you nervous, Jiminah?" His deep voice rumbled, a quaking whisper.

Jimin could hardly do more than squeak, and Jungkook looked him straight in the face, eyes betraying something he usually hid. "I am nervous, too," he said breathlessly. "But I want to learn about it with you." He laced his fingers into Jimin's.

Jimin looked into his eyes and realized that Jungkook was just Jeon Jungkook right now, 18 in an hour, probably even more inexperienced than him. He looked as nervous as Jimin felt, he realized. And he realized he was just being Park Jimin at that moment too, equally nervous but heart pounding in excitement. He wasn't being sexy Jimin or cutie Jimin or Idol Jimin. They stood there vulnerable together.

"Okay," breathed Jimin, and followed him into his room.

Jungkook closed the door behind them and locked it. He put on music, soulful music from America...

"Do you want more wine?" he asked.

Jimin found himself shaking his head, and Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"Park Jimin refusing alcohol, who is this person?" he joked. Jimin laughed, and blushed... he honestly did drink too much...he thought to himself, before his eyes snapped back to Jungkook's. Jungkook had already set down the bottle.

"I..." Jimin blushed, "I just want to be here with you," he said, crossing the few steps and coming close to Jungkook. "I want to just really be here with you." Jungkook blushed and Jimin was reminded again that the less drunk, non-Idol, real life, Jeon Jungkook was much less confident than the sexy one he role played on stage and when he was drunk and flirting...

Jimin felt again like he could just be honest.

"Have you ever been with anyone?" Jimin asked him. A nervous little boy all of a sudden, words faltering, eyes shifting, stepping back, sitting down on the bed, hands twisting in his lap now. He looked up at Jungkook. JK licked his lips, nervous in their honesty, too.

"Only you," he said, and suddenly he was the 15 year old Jimin first met, sexy Jungkook completely dissolved, so nervous that tears came to his eyes.

"Jungkookah!" Jimin chuckled and ran to him, wrapping his arms around him. He laughed and held Jungkook as he cried for a minute. "Oh my gosh, Jungkookah." Jimin laughed again, almost a giggle.

"I'm sorry, I am so stupid," Jungkook said quietly.

Jimin's heart twisted, I am the stupid one, He thought suddenly.

Jimin reached for Jungkook's chin and drew his eyes to him. "It's totally fine. I am nervous, too, seriously." His heart prickled uncomfortably. "I wish.." he flushed, "I wish my first time had been with you," he muttered, hot tears coming to his eyes, hands covering his face. He had been so stupid.

Jungkook took Jimin's hands down from his face, kissed his eyes and his cheeks and his lips... Jimin laughed and was suddenly nervous again, "But you seemed so confident about everything."

"Well," Jungkook was starting to smile too, "I wanted you to think I was." he laughed. "I mean it's true that you make me feel so much more confident than most people do." It was true, thought Jimin. Jungkook was still often the nervous kid in front of the cameras, but when it was him and Jimin, he was open, relaxed, laughed easily, and acted like his Hyung's equal. He never seemed nervous with Jimin.

"I don't usually make you nervous." he said, suddenly nervous again himself.

Jungkook's voice burned suddenly. "It's not you who makes me nervous. It's what I want to do when I'm around you. It's what I might do if I lose control..." he said, suddenly his hands on Jimin's throat, his lips at his temple.

Jimin's heart jumped. "Jesus, Jungkook, me too, I am nervous about that too." But his eyes were already closing under Jungkook's lips, his hands at his neck.

Jungkook suddenly scooped him up and moved him smoothly into the center of the bed, and he was on top of him on his hands and knees, straddling the smaller boy, Jungkook's hair reflecting purple in the lamplight.

Their eyes met and Jungkook smiled. He bent down to meet Jimin's lips.