Candid Camellia {Jikook}

Coffee

Meeting Jimin frequently is what keeps Jeongguk happy.

Although, he's not quite sure why. His camera is full of pictures of Jimin, all candid. He doesn't know if Jimin knows of their existence, but that's the fun in it.

It doesn't matter what they're doing; talking, going to the park, or lying in the grass of his backyard, as long as they're together. Jeongguk's slightly flustered by the way his heart seems to jump whenever Jimin gets too close for comfort, his warm scent making him light headed.

Jimin doesn't seem to realize what he does to Jeongguk. If he does, well, he must take pleasure in seeing him struggle.

Then Jimin's moving away, fingers toying at the hem of Jeongguk's shirt with a sea of emotions Jeongguk can't place his finger on behind his dark eyes. It's gone just as fast as it appears, usually replaced with a neutral expression.

It's odd the way they work.

Jimin is wearing glasses proudly on the cold Saturday they meet at a coffee shop.

The quaint place is something many people overlook, but Jimin has been keen to it since he moved near it. Jeongguk hasn't touched the cup of coffee that sits in front of him yet; mind too focused on the way Jimin's dainty hands look clutching the porcelain mug on the table.

Behind the red scarf Jimin's wrapped around his neck so high it covers the lower half of his face, Jeongguk can tell he's smiling.

The frigid air outside hasn't let up for a few days now, which is most likely a signal for the cold months to come.

He can't be sure whether it's the heat of the cafe or the warmth of his coat, but his heart is over a thousand degrees high in temperature. Jeongguk doesn't take the time to consider whether Jimin is feeling the same emotions as him or not because well, Jimin is an open book.

Conversation is sweet and simple, warm gazes sent over the table. Jeongguk's staring at Jimin's lips, appreciating the soft line of his top lip, and the way they ever so slightly curve upwards when he finds something Jeongguk says amusing. He thinks about how it would feel to kiss them again; this time a little more passionate. He'd bite Jimin's lower lip, swallowing every cute moan he releases.

“You're blushing,” Jimin notes from the other end of the table,” “Is there something you're thinking about?”

It's a Thursday when Jeongguk babysits Soonshim. It's the fourth time this week the RA’s in Taehyung's dorm have almost caught him with a pet on campus.

Even though Taehyung's dog was a beast that absolutelyloathed Jeongguk, he didn't have it in himself to see the poor animal be sent away forever. Its how he ends up with a ruined pair of converse, his favorite, at his feet. Soonshim only looks up at him with literal puppy eyes, and Jeongguk decides he can't be mad.

He's not sure why exactly Soonshim hates him, but it must have something to do with the fact that he prefers cats. Felines could care less about you, but dogs on the other hand were messy and annoying as hell.

When Satan's Hell hound has given Jeongguk enough trouble, he calls the only person he knows that could soften up the devil himself.

Jimin's coming right into Jeongguk's house moments later, the dark coat he brought with him hung on a chair in the others room. He's toeing off his shoes as Jeongguk eyes him with a look that screams fondness. Jeongguk turns his gaze away from Jimin before he can look up, awkwardly wiping the palms of his hands on his skinny jeans.

He can't be sure what gets him so nervous, but perhaps it's the feelings that surface when he sees Jimin.

Soonshim takes an immediate liking to him.

Jeongguk finds it humorous somehow. Maybe Soonshim and himself have more in common than he thought.

Jimin is letting out the softest sound as his back hits the wall of the living room. The noise only spurs Jeongguk on, encouraging him to continue the slow pace he's working at. He's never been one to please immediately, but today, he's feeling generous.

He's spreading Jimin's legs with his knee, wasting no time in making contact with Jimin's hard length through his jeans. Jeongguk notices the way Jimin takes it; keening into the younger's touch willingly.

“Jeongguk.”

It satisfying to hear the way Jimin whines his name, each syllable exaggerated and higher in pitch.

Jeongguk's matching the pace that Jimin's hips move at; creating the friction that he knows Jimin is aching for. They're kissing lazily after that; a heated tangle of tongue and teeth. Jimin's lips have to be the softest thing that have ever touched his. Jeongguk thinks pleasuring Jimin must be his favorite hobby.

He doesn't get to do it for much longer because the doorbell is ringing and they're pulling apart.

They haven't called it anything. Surely they do things thatjust friends don't. Jeongguk has been infatuated with Jimin since they met and truthfully, there wasn't any going back. I'm all honesty, Jeongguk hasn't made any effort in harboring his feelings; burying them in the deepest part of his heart in order to avoid rejection. The only way he could make progress with Jimin would be to remain genuine.

To write it down in the books as some sort of fling was something Jeongguk could never do. Even though conversation about what they are hasn't been brought up, it's hard to say that what they have means nothing. Calling it a relationship wouldn't be much of a stretch either.

When it comes to feelings and relationships, Jeongguk doesn't necessarily have any amazing amount of experience. However, he doesn't have any problem figuring out what he wants.

And right now, that's Jimin.

Jeongguk picks up his phone, unlocking it and opening his messaging app. He's texting Jimin before he can over think and most likely stop himself.

You [P.M. 1:23]

Hyung, can we talk?