I'll Be Home Soon
Authour: mellzmallow
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 6629
Ship: Jimin×Seokjin
Summary:
“Sorry, your daddy’s not home right now. He’ll be home soon. For now, you’ll just have to make do with me.” he gently strokes Odeng’s back and then Eomuk’s head. Odeng climbs up to Jimin’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, and Jimin proceeds to let Eomuk crawl into his palm, too. “You guys miss him a lot, huh?” He must be too tired already because he can swear he just saw Eomuk nod at him. “Yeah, me too.”
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Seokjin is away for five months for a film shoot in Europe and Jimin misses him terribly. (ft. Jin's adorable Sugar Gliders ;W;)
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“Can you see me?” Jimin queries his phone screen. He’s trying to find a good angle, perfect lighting, and the most flattering position he can muster on the bed as he waits for a response.
“Hold on, let me just get into my trailer.” Seokjin’s voice chimes, sounding a little tinny. Jimin can’t really see anything apart from the pixelated gravel that crunches underneath Seokjin’s feet.
While Seokjin’s still makes his way to his trailer, Jimin checks the light on the bedside table one more time, kicks his plain white t-shirt out of frame, and messily ruffles his hair a few times before he’s completely satisfied with it.
He hears the faint click of a door closing, a little bit of shuffling around and then a loud huff onto what seems like a leather couch. The phone screen goes blank for a second, and Jimin holds his breath, hoping that the internet connection isn’t being shitty again. But when Seokjin’s face appears on screen, Jimin exhales. Though his breath hitches all the same again when he takes in his boyfriend’s visage.
Jimin wants to reach out past the screen and touch the softest cheeks in the world. He wants to trail his fingers along Seokjin’s plump bottom lip before leaning in and kiss him. It’s been so long.
“Hey Jiminnie-- Woah, what in the world are you doing?” Seokjin’s eyes grow wide as they scan up and down the screen. Jimin can feel Seokjin’s gaze on his skin, it almost tickles him.
“Uhmm, video chatting with my boyfriend?” he replies dumbly.
“Yeah, but why are you topless?”
“Like what you’re seeing?” Jimin grins sheepishly, licking his bottom lip.
Seokjin lets out a frustrated sigh, massaging the bridge of his nose as he squints yet again at the screen. The connection is decent enough for Jimin to see how the high of his cheeks are flushed pink. Seokjin has a way of making Jimin flustered most of the time. He may be goofy, but Jimin knows all sides of him by now. He knows that Seokjin is also a secret sap, and always tries his best to do romantic gestures for him, to make him hide his face behind his hands and tell Seokjin what an impossible sappy idiot he is, so Jimin revels in all the times he can return the favor, and in this case (sexually) frustrate his boyfriend.
“Baby, you don’t do this to me when I’m half across the world. It’s early afternoon over here, I still have a shoot to finish, and you know how easily you turn me on.”
“You’re one to talk.” Jimin jests. “What about last week when you wore nothing but those tight black boxers I bought for you last year. It was far too early for me and I had the saddest, most painful morning wood I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t play victim, baby. Just the other day you placed your phone at such an angle that I could fully see you sit spread eagle in your tight ripped jeans. You have no idea how badly I wanted to fly home and tackle you.”
