Diamond Dollface // jikook

nine

hi everyone!!! oof this was a hefty update. it's twice as long as usual and im still not 100% happy with it!! but i still hope you all enjoy.

SOME WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER:
- there is a vague mention of jungkook feeling too gay for his parents approval, there is no explicit homophobia, in fact his parents are great but theres some feelings there for koo.

- mention of an overdose and death(VERY BRIEF MENTION)

as always pls put your mental health first but theres nothing too triggering i dont think.

also daddy kink happens???? i didnt plan for this but when daddy jimin comes knocking i cannot tell him no !!

anyways, i hope you all enjoy

- em <3

Jungkook grimaced as he dipped a fresh cotton swab into the saltwater mix before he began to clean his belly button ring. It stung only slightly, the fresh piercing slowly getting used to the cleaning he did. He spread a thin layer of vaseline over the area before he put his supplies back in the back and made his way out to the lounge. He whined to himself as he smacked his elbow on the doorway, even private jets were cramped.

"I hit my arm," he complains petulantly as he crawls onto the couch, laying with his head settled in Jimin's lap. The older man was laser-focused on his Macbook that sat on the tray in front of him but upon hearing Jungkook's pouty tone he broke his concentration with a smile.

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" He asked, teasing. Though the moment Jungkook nodded and raised his arm, Jimin leaned in to kiss his elbow.

"You both are nauseating," Seokjin grumbled from where he was much like Jimin, slaving away over emails and spreadsheets and whatever managers did. Jungkook just stuck his tongue out at the older man and cuddled closer to Jimin, wrapping his tattooed arms around his thigh to use it as a pillow. His eyes were heavy, and as he looked over to Hoseok and Yoongi who were asleep on top of each other and Namjoon curled up in a ball beside them, he figured he would join them in sleep soon.

"Don't get grumpy with me because the plane doesn't have good WIFI. Why are you still working anyways?"

"Because my job doesn't stop when you come off stage," Seokjin reminds him with a raised brow. "Besides, I want to enjoy our time in Seoul."

"What's your excuse then?" Jungkook asked the man working above him.

"I'd like to enjoy Seoul as well," Jimin answered, carding a delicate hand through Jungkook's hair briefly, making the man preen and sink under his touch. "I'm just finishing some preparations for the show tonight, especially since your bootcamp ends tomorrow."

His last words were said with a soft smile, a reminder of the decision Jungkook had to make. Ever since they agreed Jungkook should decide his own timing of what he was ready for, Jimin had consistently reminded him that he didn't need to be in a rush to decide what he wanted from him. Jungkook knew this of course, he could have all the time in the world if he wasn't sure what wanted. But he was, and what he wanted was Jimin. He could only hope that the older man wouldn't change his mind in the next twenty-four hours.

"You should get some sleep," Seokjin says, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Yoongi said he had to get some vocals of yours down for some of the songs they wrote before the tour started."

"You're not seriously making me record right when I get off a flight, are you?" Jungkook groaned.

"Not my call, Kook." Seokjin at least had the decency to look apologetic. "I doubt Yoongi wants to be producing when he gets off, but the label wants some demos. We only have six more months to get this album ready to go out in December."