Jikook Oneshots

100. Can't get you outta my head pt. 3

By: @abuden

Jimin is at a complete lost.

He might as well have run into an actual wall.

Jungkook—the love of his life, long-term source material of his fantasies, sex on legs, the person who's so far out of his league—Jeon fucking Jungkook, is actually kissing him.  

In an untimely moment of panic, Jimin shoves him back. He regrets it instantly, when Jungkook stumbles and nearly trips. He only just catches himself against the countertop. For half a second there, Jimin thinks Jungkook is going to yell at him or maim him, something—anything to indicate his displeasure. But Jungkook only stands in place, though his eyes are boring into Jimin in a way that's very hard to interpret other than the obvious.

He raises his hand to his lips. They're tingling. And they're plumper than usual. He knows because he'd just applied the lip balm. He subconsciously licks them clean. The cherry's gone, and that must be the shine reflected along the curve of Jungkook's mouth. He wonders if Jungkook likes the taste. If he wants more.

"Jesus fuck. You're teasing me. You're teasing me, aren't you, Jimin?"

Jimin's brain nearly short circuits. "Huh?"

Jungkook ruffles his hair, hesitation marring his features. "This wasn't how I wanted things to go. You deserve better, you deserve so much more and I meant to do this properly."

"Jungkook, what—"

"I like you."

"I'm sorry," Jimin squints, head tilting. "What?"

"I like you," Jungkook presses. He sounds almost desperate. On edge. Years of romantic movies and terribly plotted porn convince him that Jungkook is desperate for him. It's that voice, that tone. It's low and husky, like a siren's call to the growing heat in his belly. 

"I d—don't understand."

If possible, Jungkook is more wound up than ever. There's a glint to his eyes that Jimin wants to label as wild. He wonders if he's stepped into an alternate dimension. There's no way Jungkook is saying what Jimin thinks he's saying. 

Jungkook prowls forward. "I like you. I've liked you for years. But I wanted to wait, to get it right. But tonight's been... crazy. And I'm at my limit, Jimin. I can't wait anymore, can't pretend, can't even look away. That thing with Namjoon—fuck, I can't even—how dare he touch you."

"But you! You and Namjoon..."

"What? Me and Namjoon what?" Jungkook's expression flickers after a momentary pause. "Wait, you mean—by me and Namjoon, do you mean you thought we were together? Like boyfriends or something?"

"I don't know? Yes? It—it makes sense. At least to me. So you're not...?"

"Hell no!" Jungkook scoffs. He looks almost disgusted. "God, I hate his fucking guts even more right now. It's not him, nor anyone else. It's just you. I just want you, Jimin."

Jimin holds back a whine. It's there at the back of his throat, fighting its way up. It should be illegal for a person to be that hot, and to call someone else's name in that tone, and to stalk forward while confessing to said someone. But it's Jungkook, and Jimin knows Jungkook to excel at everything he does.

"I've got to be dreaming." Jimin throws his head back. The thud against the door is muted but the jolt of pain brings much needed clarity. And evidence, that he is indeed not dreaming. He looks up slowly and Jungkook is still standing in front of him, though his eyes are now fixed past Jimin's neck.

His cheeks burn hot at the reminder of his near-transparent shirt. He clears his throat and Jungkook's eyes snap back upwards.

"You like me?"