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Jinkook 13.0

"Take me home." Seokjin was pressing against him, a warm, steady weight that made him feel dizzy. Was whispering into his ear and suddenly it felt as if time it's self had frozen, stood completely still and he was the only one experincing the phenominon.

"Please." That voice came again, breaking whatever spell had fallen over him, sending him shuddering back to life, mind finally catching up with what had happened. "Jungkook I -"

There weren't anymore words after that. They didn't need them. All they needed was each other. All they needed was this - this beautiful moment when it felt as though their hearts beat as one. When they wrapped around each other so tightly it was impossible to know where one ended and the other began.

Because their mouths were busy with other, better things. Kissing each other breathless, until he could feel Seokjin's lips swelling beneath his own, teeth nipping into the fuller bottom and tugging, tongue licking into the open cavern of his mouth, barely caring when it drew forth a sound that he was certain the entire resturant heard.

It should have been embarrassing - and when this moment was over and he had to turn and face them all maybe it would be. But right now the his mind was filled with nothing but Seokjin.

How beautiful he looked beneath the pale moon light, candles flickering and offering up a soft glow. How red and soft his lips were beneath his own, how pliant and open he became. How satisfying it was to know that he had done that. That Seokjin was looking up at him with eyes blown wide and lips swollen and cheeks flushed because of him.

Seokjin wanted him. Asked to be taken home and the truth was he wanted that too. Desperately. More than he had ever wanted anything else in the entire world. Because something inside of him that this was it. That Seokjin was it for him. That there would be no one else. No one who came after and had to try and fill in all the missing pieces that had been left behind.

There would only be Seokjin.

What would happen if he said no? Why was he even thinking about it? Everything was perfect, wasn't it? All of it seemed like it had come straight out of some dream that had been reoccurring since the moment he turned ten and realized he definitely did not like girls. That women were beautiful, yes, but he just didn't see them that way.

He saw Seokjin that way.

He should be ready. But he could only give this piece of himself once. And as much as Hoseok and Namjoon had tried to drill it into his head that virginity was a social construct that didn't mean nearly as much as he thought it did - it meant something to him.

It would mean something with Seokjin. It would. And maybe it was just foolish optimism that kept him thinking that there would eventually just be a perfect moment, where the stars would align and suddenly it would just seem right. Naïve and innocent and exactly like the baby panic gay that Hoseok always named him as.

"Baby -" It took every single ounce of bravery he had just to let that single word slip forth. Because part of him was still afraid that Seokjin was going to wake up and realize what a mess he had made fall in love with him. "- I want to. More than anything. But I don't -"

"It's okay." But of course that wouldn't happened, because Seokjin was Seokjin. Sweet and kind and the instant that smile crossed his features and he felt the warmth radiating from it he wondered how any part of him could ever have doubted, even if it was just for a moment. "Take me home and let me sleep in your arms."

"I can do that." If there was no expectation, then there would be no disappointment.

He could deal with that.

...

It was strange, exiting the way they had came was like walking through another universe. Traversing the darkened restaurant with Seokjin's hand clasped within his own, fingers intertwined, body tucked in against his back, head down as if he was so demure and following Jungkook's lead.

The elevator was empty and silent, one side made of glass so one could watch as they descended, and his arms wrapped around Seokjing's waist as he pressed against the windows, watching in awe as the city lights came into clearer view. Pressed kisses against his neck and sighed at the little sounds it drew forth.

Walked towards his car and opened the door, waiting until the other was securely inside before closing it and moving around to slip into the drivers seat.

They didn't speak. But he felt the way Seokjin's thumb would occasionally stroke across the back of his hand. Or how he would lift them at every red light and press kisses to the other's knuckles, admiring how the skin had somehow remained so soft despite all it had been through.

How Seokjin had remained so soft despite all he had been through.

Would he ever know? Would he ever find out the whole, true story behind Kim Seokjin? Or would he always just have to guess. Because it was so clear that there was something there. That the other had been hurt in some unforgiveable way. And he longed to take that hurt away. To find something that would make it all right.

Even if he was already the thing that had made it alright simply by existing.

So they didn't speak. Even when he pulled the car into the designated spot in the underground parking garage, shutting off the engine before letting his head fall back, tilting over until he could properly look at the other beneath the harsh over head lights.

Seokjin still looked beautiful. More pale now than he had before. A little tired, perhaps. But his lips were still red and slightly swollen from their kisses. His cheeks were still a little flushed and it was so easy to see tell how the heat had settled into them.

Seokjin was perfect. All that he had ever wanted and somehow more. Like a precious gift that he didn't deserve.

Maybe it was simply that it would take a moment for his heart and mind to come into sync. To catch up and realize that all of this was real and not just happening because some piece of paper dictated that it should.

Maybe he just needed Seokjin to show him that it was real.

"Such a gentlemen." Once more he had come around, opening the door and even offering his hand, before instantly wrapping it around the other's waist and drawing him in close. The night had grown chilly, the wind blowing through the exits and creating a tunnel and Seokjin was exactly dressed for it.

"I told you I want to be good for you." Wanted to live up to those words that Seokjin had whispered to him before. That he was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Seokjin's one good thing.

"You are." A smile crossed his features as Seokjin twisted, stepping in front of him and stopping the forward movement. Reached up to cup both his cheeks within his palms and draw Jungkook down, until their lips were brushing and it felt like fireworks were going off inside of his chest. "You are my good thing, Jungkook."

"Seokjin -" Leaning into the touch felt so natural, until he was practically chasing after the warmth. Turned his head and pressed a kiss against an open palm, before lifting his own hands, wrapping them around slender wrist and squeezing softly.

"I know." It sounded light, but he could feel the emotions attached to it. "It's a lot to expect. But here's the thing Jungkook. You are the best thing that has ever happened to be simply by existing. Simply by being who you are. You've already given me the greatest gift I ever wanted."

"What was that?" He couldn't compete with that. Could never say anything that would make the other's heart race the way his currently was. Could never match it's beauty. Didn't even want to try.

"You want me." It was so desperately sad, all wide brown eyes that looked so -

Lost. Lost and innocent and for the very first time he realized that him and Seokjin really weren't all that different. Yes, Seokjin may have experienced far more actual life than he had, but at their core, they both wanted the very same thing.

To be loved. So, so badly.

"I do." So much that he was willing to do crazy things. Insane things. Like actually pay just to have Seokjin spend time with him. And maybe to anyone else that would have seemed sad. Pathetic. But this was their story. "I want you so much."

And there was no reason to fight it anymore.