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tw// implied intimacy (consensual)

january 29th

"You love me?" Jimin whispers with a shaky voice, still trying to process everything Hoseok said. Hoseok crawls onto the bed and pulls Jimin towards him, then tugs on the hem of Jimin's shirt expectantly.

The younger's heart is beating so hard it's like someone is hitting his chest, and his whole face flushes red. Hoseok doesn't seem all that embarrassed. He tugs again, and Jimin gives him a nod of approval.

Hoseok takes his time pulling off Jimin's shirt, resulting in Jimin's face to burn with embarrassment and his palms grow sweaty with anticipation. Hoseok sets Jimin's discarded shirt next to them on the bed, and signals for Jimin to turn around. He does, giving Hoseok a complete view of his back.

Scars line his shoulder blades, the small of his back, and everywhere else in between. None of them are fresh, but the scars haven't been healing correctly, leaving the cuts looking new and scabbed and jagged. Hoseok brushes his fingers against them again like he did eight days ago, and traces the line of each one.

"Each of these has a story," Hoseok whispers. "and when you're ready to tell me, I will listen."

Jimin's heart warms, and he finally feels at peace with the world. He still can't comprehend how he met somebody like Hoseok, somebody who could love him fully despite his many flaws, mistakes, and hell; even his past.

He gasps when he feels Hoseok's warm lips pressed to his back, and he sighs quietly as Hoseok works his way through each and every scar, kissing away the pain.

"These," Hoseok begins, and touches one of the scars. "do not define you. They're only a chapter of your story that you finished already. Where you see flaws, I see perfection, and I love every inch of you, regardless of if the skin is smooth or jagged." Hoseok whispers in his ear, his tone so loving and calm.

"Please," Jimin whispers, not even completely sure what he's asking for. Hoseok turns Jimin back around, and their lips connect in a kiss. Jimin swears he could feel sparks ignite between them as Hoseok's hands continued to wander across his body, and he gasps when Hoseok's lips leave his neck and find their way to his neck.

Hoseok has never felt so completely and undeniably in love with somebody. Not until he met Park Jimin.

"Jimin.." he whispers, his tone slightly pleading. "Will you let me do this?"

"Yes." That simple answer from Hoseok's lover was all it took for Hoseok to lose control.

"Please.." Jimin says once more, and Hoseok knows what he wants this time. He pushes Jimin down onto the bed, and nods while smiling.

"I'm yours, Jimin."