Hate With Benefits | Jikook

Chapter Nine • Casual

Oof, 5k words baby! I thought of dividing it into two parts but I felt like it wouldn't flow as well so it took me longer to update this. So sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy <3

Warning: Mature Content Ahead.

The janitor's closet was, usually, their preferred spot when it came to putting their little experiment to practice. Jimin didn't really mind it; it was mostly unused and it perfectly played its part at keeping their little secret behind closed doors, being a good secluded place where the dangers of getting caught went to die.

Though the blatant smell of cleaning products did get old pretty fast.

Which, he guesses, is why Jungkook grabs his wrist right after he's finished his lunch and drags him all the way to the music room – the second most unused place at their school. How the younger figured that out while having only attended Iseul High for a week is beyond him but Jimin isn't particularly bothered by that thought as Jungkook pins him against the nearest wall and connects their lips with poorly disguised neediness.

"Mm–" Jimin softly hums through the kiss, warning Jungkook he wants to speak.

The younger doesn't notice, or doesn't seem to bother himself the trouble of noticing as he keeps a fierce grip on the older's hips, deepening the kiss every second that passes.

Jimin is reluctant to pull back, but he forces the strength onto his body, eventually breaking the kiss.

"You're..." He's slightly embarrassed to find himself already breathing heavily. "You're quite aggressive today, huh." A smirk pulls at his lips. "Any reason as to why?"

  At that, Jungkook rolls his eyes, an annoyed expression glazing his beautiful features as his fingers dig into the curve of Jimin's waist. He leans closer, breath hot on the older's ear and the brunet shivers.

"Don't act coy, Park. You knew what you were doing." Jungkook says, his voice lowered to a whisper.

"Oh, did I? And what exactly was I doing?" He asks, a bite to his lower lip containing his amusement.

"Fuck, you can't just– I'm not mentally well and it's all your fucking fault, Park Jimin." Jungkook accuses with the utmost seriousness Jimin's ever witnessed and for a moment, he can't deny that it's almost cute.

Jungkook's eyes flick down to Jimin's lips like he's been hypnotized – or perhaps cursed, since their shared hatred was still very much at play – by whatever spell had been casted upon his poor soul.

Jimin doesn't contain the amusement in his smile this time.

"You like it?" He playfully asks, hands brushing past the sturdiness of muscular shoulders to tangle themselves in the short dark hairs at the boy's nape.

He licks his glossy lips as he watches Jungkook's eyes trace over the small movement.

"Jesus fucking christ, Park... Since when do you even use lip-gloss?"

"Since I was fourteen." Jimin answers before drawing closer and placing a quick, teasing peck near Jungkook's lips. "You want a taste?"

Jungkook's cheeks tint with a light blush. Jimin chuckles and brings him down for a deep kiss. The younger gasps quietly, frozen for a moment before his hands start moving. They reach around Jimin's waist, where they comfortably stay for a while, gently holding him in an embrace.