Fan Boy (VMinKook FF)

Chapter 33 - Close 💋

A/N: It's here! I think I honestly wrote this chapter every day for 7 weeks straight and just couldn't get the flow right. There are literally ten drafts of this chapter with all completely different outcomes. But I hope this one does justice for you all.

I also want to thank you for your patience while I transitioned back to work, after taking 7 months of maternity leave. It's been a tough emotional and physical rollercoaster, but I'm finally on the other side. So here's to onwards and upwards! Cheers 👍

Jimin

To be honest, I had no idea what the movie was about.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to pull Jungkook onto my lap and steal a kiss from his plush lips.

But every time I tried to make a move, he shifted uncomfortably and muttered something under his breath.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, noticing the tension on his face.

"It-It's hot. I can feel my pants sticking to my legs," he stressed, looking down at the offending fabric.

"Oh. Do you want to take them off?" I asked, and he gave me a pointed look.

"What?" I laughed. "I'm only repeating what you already said. Plus, there's nothing wrong with wanting to admire a little more of you. I'm only human."

He didn't retort. He just pursed his lips as a faint blush filled his cheeks.

"Come on. Don't be shy."

"I'm not," he huffed, and I smiled at his unexpected cuteness.

Then he took another look at the thick material and sighed, "Fine", before grasping the edge of his pants and awkwardly sliding them down over his hips.

As I watched his bare thighs come into view, I felt a sudden rush of excitement and had to restrain myself from jumping him.

Fucking hell. Look at them!

His legs were literally muscle on muscle. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see how strong and defined they were.

He said he worked out, but damn.

At this point, I was shamelessly staring at his thick thighs, but he didn't seem to notice. He just continued to mindlessly strip down until the fabric reached his knees, then he lifted one foot, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the shorts that lay bunched up around his pelvis, accentuating a very sizeable package.

Fuck. I hope they come off too. Maybe I should turn the heater on...give him something to really sweat about.

As I got lost in my own thoughts, I failed to notice that he had already removed one pant leg and was now slipping the remaining fabric off the other.

Imagine all those muscles flexing as we-

I forcefully swallowed the spit that pooled inside my mouth and managed to focus just in time to watch him fold the pants neatly in a pile.

"Could you put these on the table, V-ssi?" He mumbled, holding them out.

But Taehyung didn't respond. It was like he was in some type of trance, and it wasn't until Jungkook cleared his throat, that he snapped out of it.

Once the pants were safely on the bedside table, Jungkook quickly pulled the blanket back over himself and leaned into the pillows with a relieved sigh.

"Better?" I asked, trying not to focus too much on what lay hidden beneath the covers.

He nodded happily and I took the opportunity to snuggle into his side like I had originally planned.