Behind The Scenes: Book Two || Jihope

XX: Yours

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One thing that is great about houses in America is the fact that they are built to be soundproof. With a thick layer of foam, the walls guarantee to keep secrets and hide moments like the one Jimin and Hoseok were sharing right now. If he was completely honest, Jimin had had a difficult time opening up like he had just done. Telling the source of his deep insecurities to the one person who he never wanted to show those to, had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. He had started to feel vulnerable really fast but just as his heart had expected, the moment he started to crumble, Hoseok was there to prevent his fall. It had been like this for years. How had he not seen it before? He felt quite foolish.

As he kissed his older boyfriend, Jimin was overcome by a sense of belonging. The one that doesn't really materializes until one loves someone so much that is impossible not to feel theirs. The way in which Hoseok kissed him was tender, soft and sweet. Jimin was loving it, but right now he wanted something else. That is why he chose to intesify the kiss, pulling Hoseok closer by his nape and running his hand up the older's red hair. Jimin found it funny how Hobi seemed to be surprised by his actions, probably because their relationship had been nothing but sugar and sweetness until now.

Jimin loved that fact but he knew himself well. He knew he also had a rather wild and tempting side to his personality that could turn him quite irresistible and he was going to show that side to Hoseok tonight. That's the reason why when he felt his boyfriend's knee pushing his legs apart, he instantly set his hands under the loose shirt Hobi was wearing. His palms burned against Hoseok's heating skin as he traced up the older's back, pressing and caressing the toned muscles he reached with his small fingers.

The touch of Jimin's hands had also served to make their kiss more passionate. With their tongues now advily teasing each other and their breathing becoming more and more laboured, Jimin was ready to live this experience with his most beloved bandmate. He stopped caressing Hobi's back, impatient to reveal more as his own body and mind were asking for. Stopping the movement of his lips, Jimin harshly pulled the fabric of Hoseok's shirt up. The older not putting a single gram of resistance to be undressed. Jimin smiled at him from below, lifting up his arms signaling for his boyfriend to also undress him.

Naturally, Jimin had expected for Hobi to just pull his clothes up until he was freed from them. However, being as surprising as he always was, Hoseok leaned down and buried his face right into Jimin's lower waist. Where the elastic hem of his pants laid. Jimin couldn't help but to let out a little high note upon feeling Hobi's lips delivering kisses to his body as his head and hands worked their way up, lifting his hoodie. Jimin buried his hands into Hoseok's hair and arched his body urging for more kisses to be delivered to his torso. It wasn't long before the fabric of both his hoodie and shirt were completely removed.

He had asked for this to happen before they returned home. That had two reasons, the first one being that he really wanted to live the experience with Hoseok at a memorable place and the second was that doing it while being away on a trip seemed really thrilling for Jimin. He realized he had definitely not been wrong as Hobi so passionately kissed his neck and collarbones. He hugged the older tighter, amazed by how amazing the constant rubbing of their burning skin felt. He pressed Hobi further against him, an action that took Hoseok's head down to lick and suck Jimin's right bud. He let out a sweet moan, one that reminded Hoseok of the soft notes Jimin often sings in their songs.

Sliding his hands down Jimin's sides, Hobi started to push the elacstic hem of the pajamas. Jimin lifted his hips, allowing the soft fabric to be pulled off him. The sigh of the Jimin's, now really tight, boxers was intoxicating for Hoseok. Everything he had just heard from Jimin's experiences in the past had broken his heart. How Jimin had described himself made almost no sense to him. Specially becuase, right now, as he saw Jimin's exposed body with little drops of sweat flourishing from his pores, the only thought that invaded his mind was that Jimin was perfect. So beautiful, so amazing, so gorgeous. Hoseok would never be able to find a better definition for him than perfection itself.