Tension//Jikook

Us

Hey hey! I guess this is it. The moment you've been waiting for, the chapter. So I shall not stall for long, dear reader.

Say My Name
Destiny's Child

XII.

Jungkook's eyes widened. He stared at the amazing, strong boy he's come to know like the back of his hand and love like nobody else.

"A-are you sure?" Even though Jungkook's been wanting this, he knew Jimin's comfort meant everything to him, more than his needs.

Jimin gave a firm nod, his eyes determined. For the past few days, weeks, he felt as if he'd been receiving, taking and taking from Jungkook, and never giving. He felt like it was about damn time he gave back to his one and only, his Jungkookie.

"I love you, Jungkookie, and if you don't plan on giving up, I won't ever let go too, so I'm sure that you will be my first, and last, and everything in between." He said, speaking the words from his heart.

Jungkook's heart leapt and soared, and his body moved on ots own accord, embracing the older tightly, as if they were going to be separated. Jimin's arms gripped the back of Jungkook's shirt, desperately clinging onto him.

Jimin slowly lifted himself on his tip-toes, and pressed a chaste kiss to Jungkook's lips.

"I love you." Jungkook said as he peeled off Jimin's shirt. He was determined to make Jimin feel as good, if not better than himself.

Jimin shivered. Jungkook didn't usually express his feelings through words, but through actions. Things that went without words, Jimin noticed everything. The way he made his favourite foods just when he craved them, the way he covered many of his favourite songs, the way he squeezed his hands whenever he needed it, all screamed 'I love you' to him. But this was a nice change. He knew that Jungkook meant it.

Jungkook folded the shirt neatly on the vanity and turned back to Jimin. His gaze lingered on the toned body Jimin had worked so hard for. His heart ached when he saw the result of the countless days of dieting that bordered on starvation, never-ending episodes of going to the gym, and his heart ached for his love. He'd rather Jimin not do all these things to himself and stay as he was. In a way, he didn't want to lose a single ounce of Jimin.

He ran his hands down the sides of Jimin, rubbing his thumbs across the contours of Jimin's shoulders, chest, abodomen. Jimin stood perfectly still, watching Jungkook map out his body and store it away in his precious, precious memories.

Jimin tugged at the edge of Jungkook's top. He pulled it over Jungkook's head, and undid his pants. Jungkook edged closer, bringing Jimin as close as possible to himself. Every touch, every contact, made warmth pool beneath his skin, so uniquely Jimin.

Lips meet in the midst of everything, and Jungkook backed Jimin onto the king sized bed situated in the middle of the room. Jungkook sat, pulling Jimin into his lap, peppering butterfly kisses on his neck so that he still an option of backing out if he had second thoughts.

"I love you."

Jungkook moved his mouth to Jimin's neck, licking and sucking gently, but never leaving a mark. Only when he reached the place just above Jimin's collarbones did he nibble the flesh, then licking the skin. He wanted something Jimin could hide easily, but could look at and remember the events of tonight with a smile. Jimin let out a slow moan.