Jikook ao3

you're all i ever wanted (i think i'll regret this)

By: prettied
Summary:

"You - you don't have to be so gentle with me," Jimin finds himself saying, only really half meaning it. But he knows that Jungkook's holding back, can tell that he wants more.

And Jimin is soft.

Jungkook blinks at him, eyes wide. "Really?"

Entirely too soft.
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"Hyung."

Jimin looks up from his phone. "Yeah?"

Jungkook has that look on his face. The one that indicates that he's extremely uncomfortable and/or is having trouble voicing his thoughts properly. Yoongi likens it to the expression of a constipated duck. "You're... gay, right?"

Jimin blinks. "Um."

"Wait, I didn't mean it like -" Jungkook coughs, cheeks red. "You've had - you've done it with guys, right?"

Jimin thinks briefly about the number of times he's stumbled into his room at one in the morning with the arms of another male idol or a trainee right around his waist, jeans button popped open and a hickey or two on his neck, only to find Jungkook sitting on his bed, iPad in his hands, mouth slack as he stares at them.

Jimin can't tell where this line of questioning is going. Jungkook already knows the answer. He knows that Jungkook knows the answer to the question he's asking, and he's pretty sure that Jungkook knows he knows, so why is he asking?

He decides to play along anyway. "I have," he says. He reclines into the couch, eyes fixed on the younger member.

Jimin watches as Jungkook swallows. His Adam's apple bobs with the movement, and Jimin moves his gaze up to meet his eyes. "Right."

"A couple of times," Jimin adds, after an awkward beat of silence.

"A couple of times," Jungkook parrots.

Four. He remembers because he remembers exactly what Jungkook had been doing each time - reading Haikyuu!!, memorising the lyrics to one of their older b-sides , watching mukbangs on Youtube, and googling how microwaves work. (Jimin resolutely refuses to think about how this last one makes him feel.)

And he remembers how Jungkook had become more and more apathetic each time. Going from a 'hyung... who is this?' to just a casual 'how long will you be?'

"Just spit it out already," Jimin says, a little snappier than he means it to be. He immediately feels bad when Jungkook flinches slightly. Cool it a little. "Sorry. Just. Do you really think hyung would judge you for - whatever this is about?"

Doe eyes widen almost comically. He shakes his head. "No, of course not. It's just," he hesitates, before shaking his head again and forcing out a laugh, "um. Sorry, I already - I don't know why I'm so nervous now."

Jimin exhales. "Just - whenever you're ready."

"Okay."

Somehow, Jimin's thinking maybe he was the one that should've been given more time to mentally prepare himself, because he never in a million years would've expected what comes out of Jungkook's mouth next.

"Let me have sex with you."

And Jimin feels like he needs to lie down, just from the pure flood of different emotions that hits him all at once. Slams into him, really. Like a monster truck. Sends him flying. And now he's flailing in that liminal space in between when the truck hits him and when he hits the ground.

See, the story goes like this: Jimin meets Jungkook. Jimin thinks Jungkook's older than him at first; he just has something about him that makes him stand out, like he was born to be a star, or the main character of a manhwa. Jungkook thinks... well. Jimin doesn't know what Jungkook really thinks. Jimin latches onto him when he finds out that he's the same age as Jihyun. (He misses his brother.)