Are You Sure?

Episode 7

Jimin couldn't help but laugh as he flipped Jungkook's hair between his fingers.  "You look so young now!"

"Does it look good, though?" Jungkook asked self consciously.

"You look cute," Jimin hummed, still unable to suppress his grin.

Jungkook took this as a matter of pride.  Only Jimin was ever really allowed to call him cute or call him a baby.  If anyone else did it, he always insisted he wasn't cute and he wasn't a baby.  Somehow when Jimin said it, though, it felt like a badge of honor.

"But you like it?"

Jimin nodded, "Yeah, it reminds me of before we debuted.  You were so adorable, I just wanted to hold you all the time."

Blushing slightly, Jungkook smiled a shy smile as he remembered those days.  "I liked it when you held me back then.  I hated that I was so shy all the time, though.  I like it better now that I'm not too shy to hold you back."

"Me too," Jimin whispered, tone sliding into sultry as he wiggled himself into Jungkook's arms. 

Jungkook glanced at the cameras, debating on whether or not now was the right time to ask for more.  Jimin beat him to it, however, by sliding out of his embrace and walking to the little coffee table that held the cards they'd bought.

"You want to play some cards?" He offered, holding up the pack for Jungkook.

"Sure," he replied easily. 

They played several rounds of cards before having dinner, where they chatted about the members and the meal and any other thing that crossed their minds.  They always found it easiest to talk to each other.  Being so similar and having ten years of experience getting to know the ins and outs of the other person, they both found that there was never a slump in their conversations.

After dinner, Jungkook suggested a high stakes rematch of cards where the loser of each round would do a previously agreed upon exercise.

"We're going to the military soon.  We have to stay fit," he reasoned, but somewhat reconsidered when he heard Jimin say under his breath, "I can think of better ways to exercise."

After what felt like hours of physical exertion from their card games, Jimin declared they couldn't leave the hotel without trying out their hot and cold jacuzzi.  Jungkook had absolutely no objections to seeing his gorgeous husband half naked and dripping wet, so he hastily stripped into his swimwear and joined the pretty blonde soaking in the hot side of the jacuzzi.

They laughed and joked and flexed their muscles for the camera, getting in and out of the cold and the hot sides of the jacuzzi, but Jungkook could only take so much before switching off the camera and sending the staff away for a little while.  He promised it wouldn't take long, but not a single soul believed him.

Jimin's small hand trailed a silky, wet line up his chest.  Jungkook flexed it under his fingertips, always unconsciously determined to impress him.  Jimin's lips soon followed and the muscle bound man was never so grateful for all his physical training than when Jimin groaned at his tongue sliding over his hardened abdominal muscles. 

It didn't always have to be about sex between them, but something about Jimin drove Jungkook to give some credence to the idea that bunnies were always screwing.  He wanted to always feel himself inside Jimin, where inside Jimin didn't matter as much to him.  In his hands, in his mouth, in his...

Jungkook cleared his throat, recalling himself back to the present moment where blonde hair was being pushed off a forehead in a way that made Jungkook understand how someone could be described as sex itself.