Origin

Chapter 19

"I believe that."

They're quiet again, Jungkook zoning in on the comforting rhythm of Jimin's analog clock ticking in the corner. He's about to ask Jimin if he's ready for bed when Jimin suddenly sits up, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

"Think you could email me your tour schedule? I'll add it into my calendar. Looks like I'm gonna be racking up some air miles."

Jungkook doesn't answer, just bats the phone out of Jimin's hand and kisses him. Hard.

Ohim I wanted in on it this year, if you can recall correctly."

"Yeah, see, I tried to forget that conversation."

"Mmm, well, Hobi remembered, and so did I."

"Evidently."

Jungkook squeezes Jimin's shoulder as he joins in with Hobi during the third round, and Jimin covers his ears while he sings his own version of the birthday song over Hobi and Jungkook, which is basically just repeating "fuck you, Jung Hoseok," to the same tune.

It's beyond stupid and completely ridiculous, but Jungkookis thrilled to be a part of their tradition, welcomed in and allowed to share Jimin's birthday as if he's been there all along.

And over a massive breakfast of chocolate chip banana pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, waffles, fruit salad, cinnamon rolls, and a chocolate cake courtesy of Hobi.

Jungkook picks birthday confetti off his plate, closes his eyes at the warmth of Jimin's hand on his thigh, and thinks that somehow, impossibly, maybe he has been there all along.

It's nearly three in the morning by the time Jimin hovers over Jungkook. Jungkook's chest red with marks from Jimin's nails, Jimin's hair matted to his forehead, and it's heady when he finally sinks down onto Jungkook, a combination of Jimin's vulnerability and Jungkook's desperation to fuck up into him.

He tries to prepare himself for how ungodly good Jimin feels, now that he knows, but then Jimin is groaning and clenching down around him, but there's no way to anticipate this, nothing he can do now other than ride out the waves.

"I can't get enough of you," he murmurs out, grabbing at Jimin's thighs uselessly. "You're unreal."

Jimin whines and rocks down harder, eyes fluttering to the back of his head. "You're gonna make me cum."

He thrusts up into Jimin, moaning low in his throat, jerking Jimin to the punching rhythm of his hips. "I can't believe how good you feel, baby, so fucking good."

"Christ," Jimin groans, entire body clenching, and Jungkook makes it his mission to hit that spot over and over again, anything to elicit that reaction.

And when Jimin cums across his abs, cursing and sweating through it, Jungkook swears it comes from a broken place that only he can get to.

His chest is heaving and his entire body is riddled with the need for a release. He pants into the pillow beside him, eyes squeezed shut.

"Baby, I need. I need you to." He shifts his hips restlessly, trying to catch his breath, and then Jimin pulls off completely, lips red and hands shaking.

"Need me to..." he asks, prompting, but he's already peeling the condom off and getting a hand around Jungkook, jerking torturously slowly.

Jungkook could scream; he's so close, too close, and needs just the tiniest bit more to get there. He looks down just in time to watch as Jimin takes him deep into his mouth, head touching the back of Jimin's throat, and all it takes is ten seconds of that for Jungkook to lose it, trembling and crying out as he cums. He tries to be quiet as he's aware of Jimin's sisters in the room next over, he really does, but Jimin's mouth works over him in a way that almost hurts .