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Jinkook 9.0

Seokjin was in his lap.

Scratch that - he wasn't just in his lap. No. He was on it. Straddling his thighs, knees pressed in close and hands gripping his shoulders for balance. And he knew that he should stop this. Should listen to the voice that was screaming within his head. The one that mysteriously sounded a lot like Namjoon. Telling him he should slow all the way down. That it was too much too soon.

The hows and whys were lost on him. How they had gotten here and why it had gotten so out of hand didn't matter as much as the fact that it had. That one moment they were walking together by the river and the next they were here, sprawled out on one of the plush couches decorating his posh living room.

So Seokjin was on his lap. Hovering over him and he could feel those lips descending, so swollen and red and honestly they felt incredible. So far beyond anything his admittedly over active imagination ever could have come up with. Pressing against the point where his pulse beat against his throat, teeth sinking into the flesh until it was torn and pink and he just knew there was going to be a bruise come tomorrow.

How was he ever going to explain that? Why was he so worried about it anyway? Did it really matter what anyone else thought?

It did. Of course it did. He could try and tell himself that it didn't, but the truth was that other people's opinions of him mattered a great deal. More even than his own - not that it had ever been exceptionally good to begin with.

Namjoon would definitely make another comment about how this wasn't like him - and he knew how out of left field all of this must seem. All of his recent choices went against the character his friends had spent years getting to know. But that was part of his issue. That he never took any chances. Had never been brave enough to actually try.

Seokjin made him feel brave. Made him feel wanted. And that should have been enough.

Hoseok would just sigh and remind him not to catch those feelings that were already starting to take hold and settle in. This wasn't about that. Seokjin was not going to be the great love of his life. This was not a fairy tale and there would be no happy endings - his own lack of control over his emotions was going to make sure of that.

And maybe there was some little part of him that wanted to prove them both wrong. That wanted desperately to show them that yes, true love does exist and it can be found even in the most unlikely of places. That his feelings weren't wrong or fake or unwanted. That they had both just been scared, afraid of their own emotions and what might happen if they just gave in and followed their hearts.

His heart was leading him to Seokjin. And how could that be wrong?

...

It wasn't that he didn't want this. Because he did. He really, really did.

Jungkook was - not handsome. No, that word was too simple to describe what he was. This beautiful, wild, strange mix of wide doe eyes and a bunny nose and puffy cheeks and heart shaped lips and none of it should have been half as attractive as it was. But there was something about him that pulled you in and refused to let go, like a cat sinking it's claws into your flesh before you even had time to realize what was happening and then it was too late.

Eyes that held entire constellations within their swirling depths and lips that spilled sweet words and nonsense within the same breath. Hands that were strong and firm yet so gentle and soft that it didn't seem real.

If he had ever taken the time to create a list of all the things he wanted, it would have been nothing more than a perfect description of Jungkook.

Jungkook was a good thing. And good things just weren't meant for him.

But when those hands were on his hips, so tight and possessive, and he could hear the way the other's breath hitched with every press of his lips, he thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just pretend. Just for a little while. To let himself think that maybe Jungkook could be the one good thing that would come out of his life. His own prize. His metaphorical pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.