Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Life's a Beach Pt. 2

Jimin blushed as Jungkook's hand slid from his hips up to the center of his chest. 

"You have to keep your core stable or you'll fall off," Jungkook's deep voice was sultry in Jimin's ear.

Trying not to show how affected he was, Jimin nodded and tried again to stand up.  His cheeks flushed again as his ass made contact with Jungkook's face, though Jungkook seemed to be anything but bothered by it.

 "Sorry," he muttered anyway, struggling to remain standing.  He gasped when Jungkook reached up from where he sat behind him and "helped."

Large, warm hands gripped the back of his thighs just under his rear.  Jimin felt his breath go shaky, but he tried to hide it as best as he could.  The distraction cost him, though, and the second a tiny wave hit, he was thrown off the board.  Jungkook dove in after him, dragging him up to standing.  The water lapped at Jimin's chin and a little part of him wished Jungkook would've just let him drown.

"You managed to stay upright for almost thirty whole seconds!"  Jimin thought he was teasing him, but Jungkook just rubbed his bare back encouragingly.  "My first time out I never managed to even stand.  You've got amazing body control."

Jimin blushed at the compliment.  "I dance," he replied, putting it very mildly.

"Ah, a dancer!  I love to dance.  I'm not very good at it, though.  Maybe we can trade.  I'll keep teaching you how to surf and you can teach me how to dance?"

Eyes wide, Jimin grinned and nodded.  "Sure," he swallowed, feeling a bit bold.  "Maybe tonight?  We can meet up and I can show you a few things."

Jungkook took the bait and raised him.  "Yeah.  That sounds great," he replied stepping closer to him in the warm water.  "I'm sure we'll get hungry with all this dancing and surfing too.  Maybe I'll buy you some dinner?"

"That sounds like a date," Jimin prodded hopefully.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'd love for a beautiful man like you to tell me its a date," Jungkook brazenly smiled.

Jimin blushed again, unable to keep eye contact with him.  His fingernails scratched at the smooth surfboard.  "Then it's a date."

When Jimin got back to his hotel suite, he frantically got ready for his date shouting every detail of what happened to Yoongi as he did.  Yoongi sat in the living room glancing from his own room in the suite to Jimin's room thinking of how he could escape this nightmare.

"You really should've brought Hoseok with you.  He's better at this stuff, Jimin.  Personally, I don't care what you and Junghoon did all day," he groaned out, scrubbing his hands over his face.

"Jungkook," Jimin corrected, poking his head around the door.  "What do you think of this outfit?  It's casual and moveable enough to dance in, but I look hot in it right?"

"I swear to god, Jimin.  Don't start this shit.  I can't be your 90's movie dress-up montage bestie while you try on half the clothes you brought with you.  Call Hoseok.  Fly him here.  I'm so dead serious.  I can't do this," Yoongi whined.

Jimin rolled his eyes, but sent Hoseok a text anyway asking him to do just that.  "Look, there's no way he could be here by my date tonight regardless, so you're just going to have to suck it up and tell me which of my 28 outfits you think works best."

"28?" Yoongi asked in a squeaky, drained voice.  "That one is perfect."

"Be for real, Yoongi.  I'm obviously not going to just wear the first thing I put on," Jimin chuckled before going to change again.