Jimin carried Jungkook all the way to the bathroom, approaching the marble bath tub that he filled already and put a cherry blossom bath bomb in it. The aroma hit Jungkook's nose and he smiled brightly.
"I love cherry blossoms," Jungkook giggled as Jimin placed him in the bath tub. Jungkook winced with nearly every movement up until the moment Jimin got in behind him. Jungkook was perched in between Jimin's thighs as he rested his back on Jimin's chest, trying not to put too much pressure on his ass. The younger male had bruises on his body. His hips had light purple hues resulting from the tight grip Jimin had on him last night.
Jungkook rested his head on Jimin's left shoulder. The younger was fascinated with the bubbles. He kept cupping the bubbles and then blowing them in the air. Jimin watched with utter love and compassion, a slight smile on his lips watching the younger be so carefree and free-spirited.
When Jungkook was done, he turned his head towards the right, his side profile coming into view as Jimin looked at him, his eyes flickering towards Jungkook's pretty lips, before he looked up into his glistening eyes.
"Thank you...for treating me well," Jungkook said, his face turned towards Jimin's. He couldn't really move because of his sore lower region, so he had to just turn his head.
"I love... Treating you like this. It makes me feel complete," Jimin said. For a moment, he forgot what he was about to say, but then he realized that he can't possibly love Jungkook, so he changed his entire sentence. Jimin threw him a smile and the younger smiled back, making Jimin relieved. The older wrapped his arms snug around Jungkook's petite waist as they held eye contact. Jungkook's eyes briefly looked at Jimin's tempting lips, wanting to kiss him again, but the younger felt scared to make a move.
Jimin saw the hesitation in his eyes so instead, he forgot about their "strictly sexual" relationship, and moved forward just a small inch, and initiated the kiss. It was sweet and loving as the older moved his lips slowly, gently, caressing Jungkook's lips with his own as he savored the taste of his lips. It was too early to possibly love each other, but that didn't mean that they weren't falling. And, it wasn't a problem for them. They decided to stop trying to think about their relationship, and instead, to just feel each other. If they wanted to be romantic, without sex, then they could do that too. They didn't sign some contract so it wasn't forbidden.
Jimin's lips meshed with Jungkook's as the younger smiled subtly into the kiss. However, Jimin felt it and smirked too, kissing Jungkook with the sweetest emotions he could muster, showing how much the boy meant to him. He couldn't say it out loud yet, but he could show it, and feel it. So he showed how much he cared about Jungkook through a simple kiss.
And the younger understood. It didn't take him long to realize that when Jimin kissed him like this, so slow and sensual, it wasn't filled with lust. It was with care. They were kissing, not because they planned to have sex, but because they felt so much feelings for each other that they couldn't stop themselves.
When they broke apart, Jungkook had a bright blush tinting his face but he also had a bright smile. Jimin felt warm just by looking at him.
"I'm sorry I can't turn around fully," Jungkook pouted. Jimin just chuckled, leaning closer until his lips ghosted over Jungkook's.
"Stop apologizing, sweetheart," Jimin said in a whisper as his eyes stared at Jungkook's lips, before capturing them again, into another sweet kiss. Jungkook felt butterflies invading his lower belly, enjoying the random kiss from Jimin. Jungkook wanted to turn around, so badly. But he couldn't. He tried to turn his body just an inch to the side so he could kiss Jimin better, but his ass hurt and he winced. Jimin immediately broke the kiss.
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Fanfic"I'm going to keep you until I grow sick of you." ---- Jeon Jungkook, a twenty-two year old journalist, has everything anyone could ever ask for. A stable job, a wonderful home, and most importantly, a beautiful wife. Why is it that although he s...