Just a compilation of random, sporadic short Jikook stories because I have no time for a proper story, but I still want to write. I also sometimes don't have the mental capacity for a full story. Anyway...just a bunch of cute, fluffy, sometimes sm...
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Jungkook's thighs were burning. Jimin was struggling to follow, his sandals slapping against the sand-dusted halls of the palace. Jungkook could tell that he wouldn't be able to go on much longer, but he couldn't let them stop either. Jimin gasped for breath as he slowed to a near halt.
"Come on, doc. We can't stop. They're coming," Jungkook whispered urgently.
"I-I can't. I can't keep running. I can't breathe," Jimin wheezed, his hand slipping from Jungkook's.
They didn't have time to stop. Jungkook knew this and made the split second decision to do what he had to do. He bent down and gripped Jimin's thighs, tugging him up until he was slung over his shoulder. Only for a brief moment did he take the time to appreciate Jimin's rounded bottom next to his face.
"Nice ass, doc," he chuckled as he took off again.
Jimin's shock broke at that and he slapped Jungkook's back. "Put me down, you idiot!"
"No can do, doc. We have to get out of here, and if you can't run, then we can't get out of here. Don't worry though, peach. I've got you."
"Peach?" Jimin asked, momentarily forgetting his irritation at being carried.
"Because of this peach," Jungkook laughed, smacking a hand on Jimin's butt cheek and smirking satisfied as it jiggled.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Jimin deadpanned.
"Not if those soldiers get to me first," Jungkook reminded him. "Now let's get someplace we can hide and then we can talk about your premeditated murder, doc."
The moment they were out of the palace, Jungkook found a small storage room nearby to hide in, finally sitting Jimin down next to him in the tiny enclosed space and watching through the cracks in the wood-plank door as the soldiers dashed past their hiding place. Jimin slapped his chest and it was only then that Jungkook noticed how very close they were to each other. If he said he wasn't attracted to Jimin, he'd have been lying, but something about having their bare chests touching and the way the golden light of the torches outside lit up his high cheekbones made him seem irresistible.
"How dare you pick me up and carry me! I'm not a sack of potatoes," Jimin whispered angrily.
"I saved us, didn't I? Besides, you weren't exactly doing real well there, doc," Jungkook whispered back in his defense.
Jimin moved impossibly closer, lips pouting even though his eyes were clearly showing his anger. "Don't do it again."
"Got it," Jungkook huffed, desperately trying to ignore the way he could feel the heat from Jimin's body. "Don't save your life again. How about this, doc? Next time a king from the past who looks like your ex boyfriend tries to have us killed and/or you kidnapped for god only knows what reason, I'll just let him have at it. In fact, I can make it even easier and just push you right at the guards, yeah?"
"Shut up, you-wait...king from the past? Looks like my ex boyfriend?" Jimin's eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. "It can't be."
The rumbling of feet echoed in the distance as more soldiers came closer to the storage room. Jungkook shushed Jimin by putting two fingers over his plush lips. As the noise of the soldiers' stamping feet got further and further away, Jungkook glanced down at a wide eyed Jimin and couldn't stop himself from brushing his two fingers over his plump lips. He didn't mean to lean down. He didn't consciously move his hand to grip Jimin's jaw. It took even him by surprise when he connected their lips in a gentle kiss.
"I'm...I'm sorry," Jungkook stuttered out, flushed and embarrassed when he pulled away. "I don't know why I did that."
Jimin was blushing too, but he cleared his throat and said, "I think I do."
"Well, enlighten me, doc," Jungkook replied, grateful to not get berated by Jimin for his indiscretion.
"We're the heirs."
Jungkook blinked down at Jimin. "Excuse me?"
"The heirs. From the tomb. The heirs of the Prince of the Desert and the Oracle. I think...I think you're the prince and I'm the oracle. There's no other explanation. The curse is real. We're the heirs, and now we're back in time to relive what happened to our past lives so that we can break the curse," Jimin deduced confidently.
"Uhhhh...doc. Didn't they die? Does that mean...we have to die too?"
Jimin's face fell. "I...I...I don't know."
"So how much of this is real and how much of this is us just going through the motions of someone else's life?" Jungkook wondered aloud.
Jimin wondered that as well as he felt the distinct need to touch him. How much of his desire to please this brash man was their past lives' influence? How much was just the proximity and the shared trauma of being in this experience together? How much was a genuine want from Jimin himself? And did it matter what the ratio was? Jimin wasn't sure as he allowed his hands to run up Jungkook's bare chest to his shoulders.
Jungkook looked down at him, lust and surprise warring in his eyes. "Doc? What are you-"
He was cut off as Jimin's lips crashed into his. He groaned, hands fluttering to squeeze Jimin's waist as Jimin's hands slid from his shoulders to twist themselves into his dark hair.
The flickering light of the torches cutting through the planks lit the small space up just enough to give the two a golden glow as they pawed at each other, tongues wrestling and hands dipping into every curve and crevice of each other's bodies. Jimin turned in Jungkook's arms, frantically lifting the white cotton and silk wrapped around his hips.
That action seemed to wake Jungkook up to the reality of what he was asking of him. "Wait. Doc...I...I don't think you really want this. As much as I would love, and I mean really love, getting to tap that peach...I want the real you to want it, not some past life you or some desperation because we're in a shitty situation. If you, Dr. Park Jimin, wants this, please tell me because I won't hesitate for a moment, but if the Oracle Jimin you wants this, I can't do this against real you's wishes."
Jimin's flushed from his neck up as he realized what he'd been asking of Jungkook. Real, Dr. Park Jimin, did want this, not just Oracle Jimin, but to have it called out so bluntly was frankly embarrassing to him and he worked to tug his garment back down. "It doesn't matter. This is hardly the time or place to do something like...that. And...it's...it's probably just...the past lives thing. Maybe the prince and oracle...did that...here."
Jungkook tried not to look disappointed, but nodded. "Yeah. Maybe."
He peeked through the planks again. "Come on. The coast is clear for now. I think we should get out of here and find a better hiding spot than some dark, tiny closet, yeah?"
Jimin nodded. "Yeah. Guess I've spent enough time in the closet," he joked.
Jungkook laughed and smiled down at him. "Nice one, doc."
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A/N: I have no notes. See you in part 3, Lovely Army's ><
