Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Mine

A/N: This story is inspired by the song below and you should try reading the story while listening to it to get the full effect.  (Unless you can't read and listen at the same time, which is fair.)  Enjoy, Lovely Army's!

Jungkook spent the whole live fighting (and losing) the urge to stare at his husband. They'd managed to enlist under the buddy system together and for some reason, that knowledge and the process leading up to it had made Jungkook even more in love with the beautiful man who'd agreed to be his forever.

The guys had laughed at him time and again whenever he'd gotten on Weverse live for hours on end, missing his husband, as he traveled for his promotions.  They had teased him mercilessly for the sheer amount of screen time Jimin's name had gotten in every live he'd opened up since January.  Even Jimin had begun to tease him, both in the comments of those lives, and when he'd return home or video call him at night.

"Do you miss me that much, baby?" he'd tease, a pleased smile ghosting across his pretty face.

But he did miss him that much, so he'd simply tell him yes and enjoy the blush that crept up his handsome husband's cheeks.

Now, as he sat here listening to the other members discuss the military and watching Jimin eat the snacks provided, he couldn't help but be awed and grateful that his little love was all his.

After the live, Jungkook couldn't hold back another second.  He pulled Jimin to their car, barely getting him into the safety of the tinted windows before planting his lips on him.  Jimin gasped, hands instinctively reaching to bury themselves into Jungkook's now non-existent hair.  The contrast of what he was used to brought him out of the haze of Jungkook kissing his way up his neck.  He pushed Jungkook's shoulders gently until his husband met his eyes.

"Jungkookie, what are you doing?" he smiled at him amused, but he worried there was something wrong underneath Jungkook's urgency.

"Appreciating what I have every second that I have it," Jungkook answered, returning his attention to Jimin's jawline.

Jimin sighed, eyes fluttering closed as he tilted his head to give him better access.  His worries gone from the loving look in Jungkook's eyes alone, he allowed himself to luxuriate in everything his love gave him until they got to their apartment.

The moment their front door was locked, Jungkook gently gripped his thighs, pulling him up into his arms until Jimin was wrapped around him.  Jimin couldn't resist giving him a sweet kiss before being placed softly onto their bed.

"I love when you smile at me like that," Jungkook whispered into the space between them.  "I love you so much.  I don't know that I can ever express all the love I have in me for you."

Jimin felt the tears welling in his eyes only moments before Jungkook kissed them away.  "I can't believe you're mine," he whispered between kisses, voice wavering with emotion.

He undressed them both slowly, taking his time to appreciate every new curve he unveiled.  When Jimin was completely naked beneath him, he shook his head in disbelief.

"How are you this gorgeous?"

Jimin blushed, smacking his bare chest.  Before he could move his hand away, though, Jungkook snatched it back, pressing it against the warm skin above his heart.  Jimin's blushed deepened, but he smiled regardless.

Kissing him deeply, Jungkook took his time unraveling Jimin, preparing his body for everything he planned to give him.  There were many times that Jungkook was so turned on by Jimin that he was rough and filthy with him, and Jimin loved it.  Sometimes, though, he had to worship his husband.  Sometimes he didn't want what he had with Jimin to be something crude and dirty.  Sometimes he wanted it to be beautiful, and sweet, and loving.  Tonight, he wanted to be loving to the man who had loved him for a decade and had promised to continue doing so until his last breath.

When Jungkook finally entered Jimin, he watched with fascination at the erotic expressions making their way across his husband's face.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, lazily thrusting his hips.

"I love you," Jimin gasped out between pants, hands gripping Jungkook's shoulders tightly.

"I love you too, baby," Jungkook murmured into his parted lips between open-mouthed kisses.

They stayed that way for what felt like days, taking their time rejoicing in each other's bodies slowly, until Jungkook felt the familiar tug of his impending orgasm.  He grunted, speeding up only a little and snapping his hips forward just a bit more insistently.  The extra force and urgency had Jimin reaching between them to grip himself, tugging in time with Jungkook's thrusts. 

Jungkook held back, determined to make sure it was as good for Jimin as it was for him.  The moment Jimin came, spurting on both their stomachs, Jungkook let himself go.  He filled Jimin to spilling, kissing his collarbone in fevered grunts and hot breathy heaves.

When he removed himself, he couldn't find the energy to roll off his husband and instead chose to nuzzle into his chest.  He reveled in the feeling of Jimin attempting to gain control over his labored breathing, his warm skin, and the sound of his thudding heartbeats.  He loved that he was the cause of all of it.

"I'm so glad you're mine," Jungkook pressed a soft kiss into his sternum.

"I am yours," Jimin replied, still breathless.  "And you're mine.  And I'm forever grateful for it."

Jungkook knew it was true, and he knew he was loved.  Some part of knowing that without question had settled into his chest the last few years, altering the pieces of him that still felt so unworthy.  Now he watched Jimin and knew that no matter what, his heart, mind, and body all belonged to him.  And in turn, Jungkook had given Jimin everything.  He knew he always would.

Even the military service they were mandated to perform wouldn't keep them apart.  Jimin was truly his.

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