Hate With Benefits | Jikook

Chapter Sixteen • All Bottled Up

"So, whatever happened to you and your team anyways?" Jimin asks suddenly, stretching his neck from where he's lying over Jungkook's lap to look at him.

Pausing the gentle movement of his fingertips over the brunet's long hair, Jungkook tears his gaze from the screen of his phone. "Hm? What do you mean?"

They're lounging comfortably on the younger's couch, sharing peaceful solitude as spring creeps closer with its warmer, less miserable colors and welcomed heat after torturous rainy days.

"You guys just suddenly stopped coming to school so I was curious," he says. "Did your gym finally get fixed up?"

Jungkook grins, a teasing edge to his smile. "Why? Do you miss having me around you all the time? Want me all to yourself that badly, eh?"

A blush surges all over Jimin's face, and he pushes gently against Jungkook's jaw to draw his eyes away. "You're ridiculous."

He sits up, deciding the blood rushing to his head can't be good for him, and rests quietly against the younger's shoulder.

Jungkook shakes his head, glancing at the older folding into himself cutely.

"Yeah, it's all good now. We were granted permission to go back to our school," he says, a smirk playing at his lips. "Guess that means no more kisses before class..." He sighs dramatically, like the thought of not sneaking around with Jimin to make out leaves him depressed.

Jimin can't help but feed the flame in his heart at the thought. Jungkook's pouting like a kid who just wants some ice cream and shit, he's helpless against those eyes.

"You want your privileges back?" He taunts with a slow drag of his tongue over his lips. It immediately has Jungkook following the movement and visibly gulping, so Jimin can't be really at fault for feeling like a winner.

Jungkook nods, still gazing at his lips like a starved lion. Jimin leans in first to trace his thumb over the curve of Jungkook's lips before firmly sealing them with a kiss, one that Jungkook takes and melts into wholeheartedly.

"More," Jungkook mutters under his breath when Jimin pulls away, hands clutching the soft fabric of his sweater to reel him back in.

Jimin chuckles quietly against his lips, giving into the younger's request. He slides onto his lap with no real effort, snuggling close as Jungkook holds him gently against him, all soft, lingering touches that drive Jimin to deepen the kiss even more.

A soft sound ripples from the back of the younger's throat, dying on the tip of his tongue when Jimin licks into his mouth. The motion is agonizingly slow as he's taking his sweet time with Jungkook, savoring every little second and driving him a little bit more insane with each gentle touch.

Now, Jungkook's not one to beg - really, he isn't - but he feels like he's going to die if Jimin doesn't put an end to his insufferable teasing.

He tries to tell him just that, except his tongue is inside Jimin's mouth, and breaking the kiss would be too inconvenient (that's what he tells himself, anyway).

He wants more, but Jimin is playing games, and Jungkook is so close to losing his goddamn mind if Jimin's hands aren't on him, like, yesterday.

He tugs him closer, fingers gripping the sleeves of Jimin's sweater, but the brunet refuses to give him the upper hand.

"Aw, look at you already pleading for more," Jimin taunts with his honey-smooth voice, a devilish smile gracing his lips as they glisten in the light. "Does Jungkookie want hyung to make him feel good, hm?"