I was so shocked that I just kind of stared at the beautiful boy with wide, confused eyes, and blinked a few times. I think he noticed my surprise because he said, "I know it's early, but I think we should try it out. If it doesn't work out, then break up with me, but I really wanna call you mine, Jimin," he looked at me with sparkling, loving eyes, and I couldn't bring myself to say no.
"Okay, I'll be your boyfriend."
"Really?" Jungkook sat up from our cudding position and smiled at me with his adorable bunny teeth.
"Yes, really, pabo, you thought I was gonna say no?" I decided to have fun and tease him.
"You didn't respond immediately, I was feeling some hesitation," he coughed out nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. Fuck I could see his arm muscles flex when he did that. Look away Jimin, goddammit.
I eventually moved my gaze to his face, which wasn't a good idea, either. He had beautiful, plump, red lips that I couldn't take my eyes off of. Jungkook eventually got the hint and glanced down at my lips as well.
"Wanna make out?"
I pushed his shoulder playfully as I heard him laugh his deep, manly laugh.
"Why did you have to make it weird. Don't ask, just kiss me!" I whined at his behavior.
He decided to take the hint and leaned in towards me. He captured my lips in a kiss that was slow but passionate. I felt sparks light throughout my whole body as he cupped my face with both of his hands as I moved to straddle him. He swiped my bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. Of course I let him, opening my mouth, our tongues fighting for dominance. He won, and I let his tongue explore around my mouth. I moaned lowly into the kiss and at that he pulled away.
"Fuck Jimin that was so hot don't make me get a boner."
"Oh I thought you pulled away because you didn't like it."
At that he roughly pulled my head back towards him and before he smashed our lips together he whispered, "Of course I liked it Jimin. You have no idea how crazy I am over you."
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jungkook pov
I woke up to find Jimin cuddled against my chest, sleeping peacefully. I have never witnessed anything more beautiful than looking at him like this. His orange hair looked so fluffy, as it was splayed out in a enticing halo over his head, his perfect plump lips were slightly parted and cute, short breaths were escaping them, his tiny hands were grasping my shirt tightly, thick honey thighs wrapped around my waist, cute toes spread, and his whole heavenly body was snuggled close to mine. The warmth it held was entrancing, and I didn't want to move, ever.
I smiled to myself as I ran my rough hands through his soft orange locks as the sleeping angel shuffled in his slumber.
I leaned down towards his ear and softly whispered, "It's morning, baby boy."
At this he opened his right eye and eventually opened his left one. He yawned softly and released his hands from their tight grip on my shirt, that displayed wrinkles from the baby hands.
"Good morning gorgeous," I smiled as he stretched his head upwards to look me in the eyes. He smiled, and his sparkly eyes formed into crescents, which I loved looking at. I want to look at him and his gorgeous face forever.
"Morning Kookie," he yawned for the second time since he woke up. I chuckled at the nickname he gave to me. It was cute, just like him.
"Are you hungry yet? Want me to make breakfast for you baby?" I ran my hands through his hair as he stretched his arms across his small body.
"Yeah I'm kind of hungry, want me to help you cook?" he glanced up at me.
"It's okay, I could just cook for both of us alone," I stretched my arms above my head as I began to get out of bed.
"Are your parents home?"
Oh yeah, my mom's home. Oops. "My dad's on a business trip in Japan at the moment, but I think my mom is, yeah."
At my statement his eyes turned into saucers as he nervously said, "Does your mom know you're gay? Oh God, what is she going to say about me? Is she gonna kick me out?" he moved out of my lap onto the end of the bed and tugged at the ends of his hair in frustration, I'm assuming.
"Babe," I removed his small hands from the death grip they held on his hair and intertwined his chubby fingers with mine, "My mom knows I'm gay. She'll love you. She might be shocked to find out you're not just some dude I hooked up with though."
He looked up from the gaze he had on our hands into my eyes. He appeared confused, "What? How often have you hooked up with guys?"
"I usually came home with one every weekend or so."
His eyes widened again, "Every weekend? What the fuck, Jungkook."
"They're nothing like you babe, you're actually important to me, you know."
"Okay fine, let's just get this over with I guess," he sighed as he stood up from my bed and dragged me along with him.
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My mom was already in the kitchen, cooking.
"Good morning, Eomma," I spoke as I saw her turn around at presence of my voice. Her eyes flickered between me and Jimin.
"Is he getting in his Taxi? I didn't see one outside," she sighed in disappointment and turned around to continue cooking.
"No, this is my boyfriend."
She stopped what she was doing and turned around and made her way over to me and Jimin.
"You're his boyfriend?" she pointed to Jimin.
"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you Mrs. Jeon, my name is Park Jimin," he bowed before her and extended his hand out towards her.
My mom blushed in surprise, shook his hand, and smiled at him.
"Nice to meet you, Jimin. And don't be so formal, call me eo meonim," she chuckled as she saw Jimin's breathtaking eye smile.
Jimin smiled to himself and looked at the ground. I squeezed his hand, and he looked up at me.
"You're beautiful, chonsa," I said to Jimin to which he blushed, and my mom screamed and went over to me and squished my face.
"My Jungkookie is all grown up, huh? Calling Jiminie beautiful, so cute!" she squealed, and I saw Jimin blush even harder at the nickname my mom gave him.
"Stop calling me Jungkookie," I sighed in embarrassment, "I'm not five anymore!"
"You act like you're five, son," my mom chuckled and looked over to Jimin, who nodded his head in agreement.
"Jimin! You're supposed to agree with me, not my mom!"
"Your mom brought up some strong points to the table."
"I like Jimin already, get married."
End
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