Hello, it's me again.
*Sighs* Again, another long hiatus. I'm trying, please understand. Hopefully, updates will pick up from now on as school is almost over. Fingers crossed. (Warnings: Slight Sexual Content, Strong Language, Sensitive Themes.)
Story: In which Jimin tried to take care of Jungkook but something always gets in the way, until it doesn't.
Edit: What's up. I rewrote the majority of this chapter instead of updating. If I'm going to be honest, I absolutely hate this story. I have no idea what I'm trying to do. All of the warnings and the summary above still apply. Hopefully, this story will make more sense.
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It was just like any other dance practice, so why did Jungkook feel different? He was uncomfortable, that much was clear. Was it because their comeback was quickly approaching and tensions were high? No, tensions were always high. Was it because they were practicing in a different studio? No, he'd been here before. Was it because he hadn't eaten since yesterday? No, he actually ate this morning due to Jimin's constant pressuring.
Jimin.
Jungkook looked over at the messy, mop of dark hair bouncing along with the music. The smaller moved with such grace and unmatchable skill. Jimin was so engrossed in his dancing, he was unaware of two brown eyes boring into his back. Yes, that was definitely it, Jungkook decides. He just looked so good. This era was dangerous. He could his pants tightening even more uncomfortable than before, if that were possible, and he had to turn around quickly to hide the discomfort etched onto his face. Unfortunately, he was too slow.
Of course, it was just Jungkook's luck that Jimin had to notice. He walked over, concern clearly written on his beautiful facial features.
"Kookie, are you feeling alright?"
"What's wrong with Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok asked, butting into a conversation he was clearly not invited to join.
Jungkook just grumbled in response. "Fine, fine," he said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Are you sure?" Jimin asked, "Do we need to take a break?"
Jungkook paused, actually, that wasn't a bad idea. I could finally get my hands on Jimin. "I think that's a good idea, Hyung." The others agreed before filing out of the practice room, looking for food, water and, for Yoongi, a place to sleep. "Wait, Jimin. I need your help."
"Sure, what is it."
Jungkook didn't respond, instead wrapping his arms around Jimin. He inhaled softly, savoring the warmth and comfort the smaller brought him every time they were together. Jimin waited patiently for Jungkook to speak again. However, Jungkook had different plans.
He gently pulled on Jimin's waist turning him around in his arms. "Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at how beautiful you are."
"Kookie," Jimin whined, shyly covering his face with his hands.
"You have been distracting me all day," Jungkook said, ignoring him. He gripped his hips, pulling his even closer. "See what your doing to me?" He whispered, breath tickling the shorter's hair. Jimin could easily feel Jungkook's arousal pressing into his backside, teasingly pressing harder against him.
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"Oh, Jungkookie," Jimin sighed. "Do you need help with that?" He let out a soft moan as the taller began to press feather-light kisses against his unmarked neck. Jimin allowed his head to roll back onto Jungkook's shoulder as pale marks began to appear on his skin.
