butter kiss || jikook ✓

Favourite Sweet

I don't want it anymore. Because you are sweeter than any sweet of the world

"I'm done with you."

Jimin let out a little huff and scrunched his nose up in an adorable way, causing his eyes to transform into sparkly crescents.

"Oh, come on, give me the croissaint", he whined and reached over his head in a weak attempt to get Jungkooks arm down even if it was impossible for the small boy.

"Jungkook, that's not fair!" His fingers were fishing around helplessly in the air, without success .

The two friends were sitting on a blanket in the park close to their dorm. It was evening and the sun shone, painting bizzare shadow pattern on the grass and surrounding.

The faint sound of traffic was buzzing in the backround, wind playing softly with the leaves and birds singing.

All in one a perfect midsummerday.

A few people were walking on the invested paths to take in the last warm days, till the autumn would come and prepare everything for the following winter.

One of those people were Jimin and Jungkook. Fed up with their studies, they decided to make a picnic to get a break outside on the fresh air, since both didn't make one in decades.

Once at the park, soon shoes lay, tossed off of the feet, around and the food was disapeared. Except one chococroissaint which got the two in a little argument.

Jungkook snickered.

"And what if I'd say that I have no intentions on sharing it with you?", he smirked, actually having no intention on sharing the baked good.

Too much was he enjoying the sight of the twenty one old man in front of him, begging like his life depended on it. And eventually, just eventually he found Jimin adorable.

The latter let out another huff and crossed his arms making him look even more like a little child which couldn't get his way.

Hair all fluffy, hands covered with too long sleeves, a frown tugged on his face, eyes narrowed together and lower lip jutted out, he stared at the brown haired boy, determination shining in his eyes.
He was willing to do everything to get what he wanted.

"Then I'm going to make you share it with me."

With these words he practically jumped on Jungkooks lap, straddling his waist with his thighs, one hand in the air, the other on Jungkooks shoulder, still trying to pin the obviously stronger one down.

"If you're coming closer I'm gonna kiss you."

"As if you'd dare!"

Getting more confident, or better said frantic, Jimin snorted and inched closer, in order to get the sweet he was craving so badly.

"Don't say I didn't warn you.." suddenly Jungkook was pressing his warm lips against his own.

In a blink of an eye Jimin forgot about the croissant the two were fighting over just a moment ago.
And somehow he wasn't sure if he still wanted the sweet when he tasted the others lips.

The only reaction he showed was a yelp but he didn't push Jungkook away.

His heart was beating at the volume of a jackhammer.

Jungkooks lips were soft and he could feel every courve burning tingles into his skin while Jungkook began moving his lips.

The tingle went straight from their lips to both boys chest, spread in an aching warmth and arrived in their stomachs, where it started a firework.

Jungkook snaked his arms around the shocked boy's waist and pulled him closer, draping Jimins other arm onto his shoulder too.

Jungkooks lips tasted sweeter than sweet and maybe this was the reason his stomach felt like getting tormented by a bunch of bees.

Unconcious, Jimin thightened his grip and fluttered shut his eyes.

Shyly he mirrored what the other was doing and pressed his lips harder against Jungkooks.

When a toungetip teasingly poked against his own he couldn't help but let out a little whimper and gripped the tallers hair, who soothingly rubbed his back.

Luckily Jungkook left it at this. A proper french kiss might have killed the petite older.

As their lips parted, both tried to catch their breath, unsteady air fanning over their flushed faces.

Jungkook leaned his forehead against Jimins and let his eyes travel over the boy who had closed his eyes, anticipating his sight.

Lips swollen and cheeks tinted with red, Jimin tried to regain his composure.

He failed completely, when he heard Jungkooks next words, lovingly mumbled, lips brushing over cheekbones, never wanting to lose skinship.

"You can have the croissaint, I don't care about it anymore. I've got something I like way more."

A/N: Hey guys, first of all thank you for reading <3
This is my first ff I'm posting here and it's quite short 😂
I thought the idea is pretty cute and ignored the fact that I can't write to save my life..
If there are any mistakes feel free to point them out and know that I'm sorry.