everyday ♡ JIKOOK

Ch 5 - 💜 Will you let me kiss you?

💜 (lowkey) Smut Warning!! 💜

Jungkook chuckles, and the tension in his muscles relaxes. Jungkook relaxes in Jimin's hold, and Jimin relaxes into him.

"Yeah. I really do."

Jimin doesn't think. Well, he probably couldn't even if he wanted to, with all this alcohol sludging through his system. He has no idea what he should do, in this situation. But he knows what he wants to do.

So he does it.

Jimin kisses Jungkook.

He's right there, the skin of his back laid before Jimin like a blank canvas, ready to be explored. To be painted with his touch, with his lips. The first is hardly a kiss at all. Rather, it's the stroke of a brush. A sprinkling of primer, preparing the medium for real art that comes later.

Jimin presses his lips to the skin of Jungkook's shoulder. His hands know how Jungkook feels, but his lips have no idea. This is new, unmapped territory. So Jimin's lips explore. They trail from Jungkook's shoulder to the center of his back, dropping pecks here and there. One after the other. Jimin keeps his mouth closed. He keeps his hand on Jungkook's chest. It heaves.

"Jimin hyung," Jungkook whispers.

"Will you let me kiss you?" Jimin asks.

There's no hesitation, now.

"Yes."

Jimin allows Jungkook the space he needs to turn over. To face Jimin. Jungkook's eyes are wide like always, but they shine with something new. Something that's peeked through time to time, not enough to catch Jimin's attention. Something Jungkook isn't holding back anymore. Something Jimin wants more of.

First, the mole beneath Jungkook's bottom lip. Jimin touches it with his fingertip. Then, Jungkook's nose. When Jimin's nail traces Jungkook's angular brow, the younger chuckles.

"You kiss with your lips, hyung."

"You're so annoying."

Jungkook grabs Jimin's wrist, then, just like in the library.

"Please don't make me wait any longer."

Jimin smiles.

"Okay."

Jungkook lets go of Jimin's wrist, so he can cup Jimin's cheek. They stare into each other's eyes, leaning forward, moving closer.

Then, they create art.

It's explosive, the reaction Jimin's body has to pressing his lips to Jungkook's. One after the other, wetter and wetter. Jungkook breathes heavily through his nose, Jimin gasps into his mouth. They're close on the bed, wrapped up in each other.

But Jimin needs closer.

He's not sure when it happens, but Jimin's straddling Jungkook's hips now. Jungkook's hands tangle in his shirt, yank it aside, claw at his skin. And Jimin's hands are in Jungkook's hair, gripping hard, so he doesn't float away.

"Fuck," Jimin curses. Jungkook doesn't respond, just runs his hands up and down Jimin's back under the borrowed shirt, over and over. "Fuck, you're – "

Jimin cuts himself off. He leans back down, captures Jungkook's lips with his once more.

They lick each other's teeth, breathe each other's air. Jungkook's whining deep in his throat, a rhythm set by Jimin's hips. They grind down, down, against the growing hardness in Jungkook's boxer briefs. Jimin's world spins on its axis, new and terrifying and fucking fantastic.

"Off," Jimin growls. "Off, take it off."

Jungkook's fingers are at Jimin's front, now. They tickle Jimin's flat stomach, dance up his sternum. But when Jimin speaks, they freeze.

"Huh?"

"Take my shirt off," Jimin says. He kisses down Jungkook's cheek, to his jaw, along his throat. His pulse pounds there, too, echoing his heart. But it's the only part of Jungkook that moves. Jimin pulls back. "What?"

Jungkook looks up. His cheeks are pink and his lips are slick and his eyes are – terrified.

"Sorry, s-sorry. I think – no, we need to stop. Hyung, hyung."

Jimin stops moving, too.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," Jimin says. "Are you okay?"

Jungkook giggles a little, and Jimin breathes again.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I'm fine. Just – you're so drunk."

Jimin furrows his brow.

"No I'm not."

Jungkook removes his hand from the confines of his shirt on Jimin and presses lightly on Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin immediately falls over.

"Yah!"

"Drunk."

"No I'm not!"

"You are wasted and you need to sleep it off."

"We can sleep it off. Together. Without the whole sleeping part," Jimin argues, trying to crawl back into Jungkook's lap.

"Hyung, c'mon. We need to talk about this, but now is a bad time. Let's sleep."

Jimin fights it for about two more seconds. But Jungkook is kind of really strong, and also sober.

He admits his defeat.

"Fine. You win."

Jimin flops onto Jungkook's chest.

"Yeah," Jungkook breathes. It sounds euphoric. Jimin smiles, kisses Jungkook's chest. "Yeah, I do."

It doesn't take long for Jimin to fall asleep to the feeling of Jungkook's fingertips tracing a masterpiece into his skin.