Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Dior

Jimin sat the contract aside, eyes dazed and heart pounding over the technical jargon he'd been trying to decipher only moments ago.  It was incredible how a part of yourself can change so drastically with just one piece of information.  Suddenly the seventeen year old boy inside him that still held onto those critiques that he was ugly or fat seemed to start to dissolve under the knowledge that he was about to officially become a global ambassador for the Christian Dior brand.  He was about to become a genuine...model.

"Soooo...what you're saying is...I'm married to a Dior model?" Jungkook asked with a teasing smirk.

Jimin giggled as he looked up at his husband.  "Jungkookie...the ink hasn't even dried yet!  But yeah...I guess I am saying that."  His smile turned a little shy at that.

Jungkook plastered on a smug grin as he teased his husband further.  "Don't be shy now, Mr. Worldwide Dior Ambassador!  What's there to blush about now that you're a hot, sexy model?"

"Jin will be upset about it," Jimin joked as he plopped down on their couch, giving Bam a scratch behind his ears.  "He'll not be the only worldwide anymore."

Nearly falling over with laughter, Jungkook landed next to Jimin and leaned in to give his cheek a sloppy, exaggerated kiss.  "Good one, baby.  You'll have to tell him that when he calls next."

The pair sat cuddled on their couch, Bam eventually flopping across their laps to snore in his sleep as some foreign show Jimin put on played in the background.  Jungkook ran his hands through Jimin's hair softly and felt a surge of pride as his husband began to hum in delight and lean into the touch.  Jimin began to track delicate trails up Jungkook's tattooed arm in response. 

"Jungkookie?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Do you think I'm going to be a good model for Dior?  I don't know much about fashion or about being a model.  Certainly not as much as Taehyung or Hobi-hyung."

Jungkook shifted to look down at the mop of dark hair pressed against his chest.  "Baby, look at me."

Jimin looked up into the warm, loving eyes of his husband and Jungkook continued, "You're going to be amazing because you work hard at whatever you do.  You do everything well.  Not because you're necessarily naturally talented at everything, but because you try so hard.  You do have your own natural gifts and talents, but no matter what it is, you always give your all even if it isn't something that comes easy to you.  So yes, I think you're going to be an incredible model for Dior."

Jimin blushed a little as he shyly nuzzled his face into Jungkook's t-shirt clad chest.  Jungkook only smiled wider as he took in the adorable frame of his nearly nude lover.  He moved his hand from Jimin's silky hair to the soft skin of his bare back, letting his fingers gently roam as he eased his husband's anxieties.

"Do you think I'm handsome enough to be a model?" Jimin asked with a bit of cockiness seeping into his voice as he fished for compliments.  He knew good and well what Jungkook's response was about to be, but he needed it.  He needed to hear his spouse's reassurance.  Something his other half was well aware of and gave to him without restraint.

"Are you kidding me?  Do you know how unbelievably lucky I am?  My husband is not only the cutie, sexy, lovely, sweet guy Park Jimin of BTS, the biggest boy band in the entire world, but he's also this amazing classically trained contemporary dancer who puts us all to shame with his seductive moves and mind blowing dances.  Now to top that all off, because you didn't have enough sex appeal as it was...you're a real life, honest to goodness model for freaking Christian Dior.  An ambassador worldwide no less.  You're not just handsome enough to be a model, you're handsome enough that I know I have to be careful of my competition.  Everyone seems to want my Jiminie-hyung, but they can't have you.  Your glorious sexy, handsome, gorgeousness is all for me."

Jimin kissed Jungkook's pouted lips with a sweet chuckle.  "Awww Jungkookie, don't get jealous now!  We've been married for almost two years!  There's no need for that anymore and you know it.  Everyone wants you too, you know.  Maybe I'm the one who should be worried.  And besides, you know there was never any competition for you.  It was always you, Jungkookie."

Jungkook waited just long enough that Jimin started to whine in protest at him not giving him a response.  "Is my baby being cute?"

Jimin just pouted and nodded a little.  Jungkook laughed and tugged him into his lap, jostling Bam in the process who groaned out a little yap at the pair.  They both snickered at their grumpy pup as they cuddled back into each other.

"I'm really proud of you, Jimin.  You're going to show the world just how special you are and then everyone will see in you exactly what I've seen in you from the moment you introduced yourself in that tiny dorm room."

Jimin smiled and slapped his husband's chest.  "Yah! Lets just hope they don't respond like you did and spend two or so years pushing me away and acting like they don't like me!"

Jungkook acted offended, but couldn't contain the bunny grin on his face as he recalled how the smitten younger version of himself could barely even look at Jimin without worrying someone would discover his secret crush on his hyung.  "Hey!  I was just a kid!  You said you wouldn't hold that against me!"

His husband shifted in his lap until he was straddling him, hands gripping his shoulders.  "Want me to hold something else against you instead then?"

Jungkook sputtered and choked on thin air.  "I have always kind of wanted to have sex with a model.  Sounded so cool when Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung talked about it.  Now I'll get to say I've had sex with a Global Ambassador for a huge name like Dior!"

Jimin laughed and slapped Jungkook's chest again.  "Jungkookie!  You've had sex with me before I was a model, couldn't you just say that without getting any tonight?"

Jungkook shook his head.  "Uh uh...it's not the same.  Now it'll be official.  Like our wedding night all over again.  I'd had sex with you before our wedding night, but I hadn't slept with my husband yet.  See the difference?"

Jimin just giggled as he ground his hips down into Jungkook's, earning a groan from his excited husband.  "I see.  Now I don't now if I can give you the satisfaction of having slept with a model then!"

With that, Jimin jumped up with a laugh as he began to run away from a flustered Jungkook.  The chase made it as far as the bathroom and the kitchen before Jungkook finally scooped Jimin's small waist into his arms and threw him over his shoulder, giving his ass a smack. 

"Alright, Mr. Dior Model!  Time to make good on your teasing now.  You've gone too far and you've gotta pay the price!"

Jimin laughed with joy as he lifted Jungkook's shirt to place breathless kisses across his smooth skin.  "Whatever you say, Jungkookie.  Guess you'll finally be able to say you've slept with a Dior model after all!"

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A/N: Idk what made me want to write this, but I love it too much.