Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Skin

Jungkook grit his teeth.  The photographer was flirting too much.  Was asking Jimin to reveal too much.  Every stitch of clothing that was removed that revealed another inch of his skin made Jungkook's blood boil.  The man was clearly taking full advantage of the situation, having THE Park Jimin as his model for Vogue Korea. 

Jimin did as he was asked.  He always did, even when he felt uncomfortable.  Except...Jimin didn't look uncomfortable.  Maybe it was all the shoots and performances he'd done lately with less and less on that made him so at ease, but all that mattered to Jungkook was that he was watching his husband strip down to his underwear in front of strangers and he couldn't say a word about it.  If he were to speak up, to show on his face how livid he was over the state of his husband's exposed body, everyone would easily become aware of their always-looming secret.

"Great job, Jimin," the photographer complimented as Jimin moved his nearly nude body to his directions.  The man smirked and made no attempt to hide his lustful gaze.  "Maybe even pull down the waistband a bit.  That v-cut on your hips is mouthwatering.  Give the people what they want, right?"

Jungkook swallowed back his anger and kept his mouth shut with great difficulty.  The second the shoot was over, he gripped Jimin's bare arm and dragged him along behind him to his dressing room.

"Kookie!  How did I do?  You so turned on by my modeling that you couldn't even wait until we got home?" Jimin flirted, giggling as Jungkook pushed him onto the couch.

"That man was eye-fucking you the whole day and I couldn't say a single word to stop him.  You didn't say a word to stop him," Jungkook growled through his tensed jaw and gritted teeth.

Jimin looked up at the larger, younger man looming over him, confused for a moment before a smug grin broke out across his face.  "Still getting jealous, Kookie?  You should know by now that I only ever see you.  I barely noticed the photographer.  Not when you were flexing your arms and doing that thing where you run your tongue across the inside of your cheek.  How could I look anywhere else but at your thick chest and broad shoulders when you're just standing there, right in front of me like that?"

"I only do the tongue thing when I'm jealous or uncomfortable, asshole!  You know this!  You've intentionally made me do it enough that you ought to know by now!" Jungkook complained with a whine that didn't suit his dominant body language.

Jimin squeezed his husband's biceps, reveling in the fact that this man was all his and wanted Jimin as much as he wanted him.  "My baby, don't be jealous.  No matter how much he looks or how much he lusts, you're the only one who gets to touch."

"Yeah?" Jungkook asked softly, insecurity still evident in his quivering tone.  "I know I'm a lot to handle.  You won't want someone easier someday?"

"Oh, Kookie, baby.  We've been through this so many times.  We're destiny.  It's you and me.  Together.  From the moment we met til we take our last breaths," Jimin assured his husband, rubbing soft circles into his broad, muscled back.

Jungkook nuzzled into Jimin's neck, kissing his way up until he nipped at Jimin's ear, whispering quietly, "I just don't ever want to lose you.  You're everything to me."

Jimin flushed both from his words and his tender kisses.  He was still in his underwear and suddenly became acutely aware of that fact as Jungkook's hands began to gently explore the curves and dips of his body.

"And you're everything to me, my baby.  You won't lose me.  I promise.  I don't want to be lost," Jimin breathed shakily between his and Jungkook's lips. 

Before Jungkook could argue, Jimin cupped his face and pulled him down until their lips collided.  What started off soft and reassuring heated up easily and quickly.  Jungkook had been away on work schedules sporadically for weeks now and it took next to nothing for either man to build their desire for each other.

Jimin bit Jungkook's bottom lip eagerly and Jungkook groaned into his mouth.  Their tongues wrestled until Jimin sucked Jungkook's between his lips, grazing his teeth along the thick muscle as they pulled apart.

At some point, Jungkook's jacket and shirt had vanished and his hat had been knocked from his head.  Jimin glanced down at the carved marble god before him and felt himself rise to the occasion.  Hastily unbuttoning Jungkook's pants, Jimin plunged his hand between his underwear and the loose jeans.  Gripping the hardened flesh beneath, Jimin began to move, both his hand and his body as his back arched against his own volition.  Jungkook's breath hitched and he gripped Jimin tightly to him, his own hand finding it's way down to mirror Jimin's actions. 

Both men were panting lustfully and gazing dangerously into each other's eyes as a knock sounded at the door, startling them apart.

A small woman entered, mouth parting in an "o" shape as she took in the two men, half naked, flushed, and still frantically trying to right themselves.

"Oh, Jesus...I'm about to start banning Jungkook from coming to your sets, Jimin," the small woman complained, a hand perching on her hip.

"Sorry, Ji-ha," they replied in unison, cheeks burning red in embarrassment.

She only frowned and shook her head.  "You're needed back on set in five.  Fix yourselves before you go out.  You look like sex incarnate," Ji-ha ordered.  As she turned to make her way out of the room, she shouted back, "And lock the door next time!  Jesus, every time.  Every single time.  I need a raise."

Jungkook giggled as he put on his shirt and helped Jimin find clothes to put on.  "I think your personal assistant hates me," he chuckled.

"She doesn't hate you," Jimin replied, not entirely convinced she didn't hate Jungkook.  "We just..."

"Cause her problems when we're together," Jungkook finished with a laugh.  "At least that's what Mi-hyoon says when you come to my shoots.  Mi-hyoon says I give her gray hairs and wrinkles."

Jimin held his stomach as he laughed.  "Mi-hyoon knew what she was signing up for when she accepted the job as your personal assistant.  She should've been ready for that."

"Hey!" Jungkook faked offense.  "Rude!"

Smiling sweetly, Jimin planted a kiss on Jungkook's cheek, his hand coming up to touch the spot a moment after as he blushed.  "I can handle it, though," he smirked with a wink and a quirk of his eyebrow.

"Yes," Jungkook agreed, eyeing Jimin hungrily.  "Yes, you can."

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(1098 words)

A/N: I haven't written much lately.  I'm not sure what to write.  I've been in a block or something.  I want to write more, but I don't know what else to add.  I want to make 100 short stories in this compilation and then complete it.  Maybe I'm just not ready to let it go and that's why I haven't written as much.  Who knows?

The next thing I want to write is a Byler story from Stranger Things because apparently I'm not equally obsessed with that ship too.  Would any of my Lovely ARMY's have an interest in that?  Maybe even a Stranger Things/BTS crossover.  I had thought about that before, honestly, but wasn't sure how I'd do it.  Just some stuff I'm thinking about.

I'm also still trying to work on some personal stuff, but I wind up hating all of it and scrapping it to start fresh.  One day I'll actually finish something. 

Thanks for your continued support, even when I disappear sometimes, Lovely ARMY's!  :) <3