Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 46(M)

Because Jungkook was feeling quite hot, he took off his shirt right there in the car, and Jimin was looking at him with loving eyes. Their car stopped in front of a luxurious hotel since it was already quite late at night and there was no one around. Jimin held his hand and led him into the lift, then from there to the room. As soon as the door opened, Jimin pulled Jungkook into a tight hug. At first, Jungkook didn’t understand what was happening, but after a while, he relaxed and started hugging him back just as tightly.

Jimin touching Jungkook's firm chest and toned abs.
It was clearly visible that Jungkook enjoying his touch.

Their closeness deepened, breaths growing heavier, and it was impossible to ignore the spark dancing between them

Jimin’s hold loosened, but neither of them stepped away immediately. When they finally pulled back, it was only just enough to see each other’s faces. The air between them felt charged, as if the whole room was holding its breath.

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell in sync with Jimin’s, their heartbeats thudding in the same rhythm loud, steady, and impossible to ignore. Neither spoke a word; their eyes did all the talking. Jimin’s gaze traced the curve of Jungkook’s lips, while Jungkooks eyes locked onto Jimin’s with an intensity that made the moment feel infinite.

It wasn’t just a look it was a silent promise, a magnetic pull neither of them could break, no matter how much space lay between their bodies now.

Jungkook’s breath hitched as Jimin slowly closed the little space left between them, his fingers brushing lightly against Jungkook’s arm just enough to send a shiver down his spine. Jungkook didn’t move away; instead, his gaze softened, yet it held that same unblinking intensity.

Jimins hand trailed up to Jungkooks jaw, his thumb grazing the corner of his lips, pausing there as if memorizing the feel of them. Jungkook’s lips parted slightly, his breath mingling with Jimin’s. The warmth radiating between them was almost overwhelming, and yet neither of them rushed it.

Time felt stretched. Every heartbeat, every breath was in sync, pulling them deeper into the moment. Jimin’s face inched closer, but he stopped just short close enough for Jungkook to feel the heat of his skin, far enough to make Jungkook crave the next move.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered half-closed, his entire focus on the man in front of him. The world outside that room didn’t exist anymore only this pull, this silent fire burning between them.

Jungkook’s gaze locked with Jimins for one last lingering second and then, as if something inside him snapped, he closed the distance in one swift motion. His lips claimed Jimins with a sudden, unrestrained passion that made Jimin’s breath catch in his throat.

Jungkook froze for only a heartbeat before his hands gripped Jimins’s shirt, pulling him closer with an urgency that matched his own. The kiss deepened, messy and breathless, as if they had been holding back for far too long.

Jimin’s hand slid to the back of Jungkooks neck, fingers tangling in his hair, keeping him right there. Jungkooks response was just as fierce, every movement speaking of the heat they’d been building in silence.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together. The same rhythm of their hearts was still there only now, it was racing.

Jungkooks breath was still uneven when Jimin’s fingers brushed against his cheek, tracing it slowly, as if grounding him in the moment. Jungkooks eyes met his, softer now but still carrying that fire. Without a word, Jungkook leaned in again this time slower, more deliberate pressing his lips to Jimins in a deep, lingering kiss that felt less like a rush and more like a confession.

The world outside still didn’t exist. All that mattered was the quiet hum of the air conditioner, the faint city lights filtering through the curtains, and the way their hearts seemed to speak in silence.

When they finally parted, Jungkook let out a small, almost shy smile. Jimins thumb brushed his lower lip one last time before he whispered, low and certain, “I’m not letting you go tonight.”

The room felt warmer now, though the air conditioner hummed softly in the background. A faint scent of his cologne lingered between them, mixing with the freshness of Jungkook’s skin. The dim golden light from the bedside lamp painted their faces in shadows and soft glow, highlighting every flicker of emotion in their eyes.

Jimin’s hand moved slowly from Jungkook’s back, tracing down his side, the touch deliberate and unhurried, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Jungkook’s breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling against Jimins, their closeness pulling them further into that unspoken gravity.

Without breaking eye contact, Jimin guided Jungkook backward until his lower legs brushed the edge of the bed. Jungkooks fingers curled into Jimins shirt again not pulling him closer this time, but holding on, as if steadying himself against the storm building between them.

The silence was thick with tension, every tiny movement amplified the slide of Jimins thumb over Jungkooks knuckles, the slow lean forward, the whisper of their breaths mingling. Outside, the city was alive with distant sounds, but in that room, time felt slow, the only rhythm the quickening beat of their hearts.

Jimin’s lips hovered just above Jungkook’s, their breaths tangling in the small space between them. For a heartbeat, neither moved only their eyes spoke, heavy with everything they had been holding back.

And then, Jimin closed the gap. The kiss this time was deeper, hungrier, the kind that left no room for doubt. Jungkook’s hands tightened in Jimins shirt, pulling him in as if afraid to lose the moment. Jimin’s arms wrapped around Jungkooks waist.

They didn’t rush. Every movement was deliberate Jimin’s fingers brushing along Jungkook’s jaw, Jungkook’s hand sliding up to the back of Jimins neck, holding him there. Their lips parted only for air before finding each other again, each kiss more urgent than the last.

The faint hitch of Jungkooks breath, the warmth of their bodies pressed close everything blurred together until all that remained was the pulse in their veins, racing in perfect sync.

When they finally paused, foreheads resting together, Jimin whispered against his lips, voice low and certain, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” Jungkooks only answer was a small, breathless smile before pulling him back in.