Denim (jikook one-shot)

Denim

Crystal: hey guys! So I wrote this after seeing that denim photo shoot bts had and finally got the motivation to finish it!!! Please be gentle rip.... If you're here because you have been reading "The tyrant of my heart" you will get your proper and deserved explanation and chpater update. I ask that you do not pressure or attack me. 

The clicks of the camera went off one after another and the heat of the bright lights had begun to make the area stuffy and warm making Jimin want to groan in discomfort. Click. Yell. Click. Yell. Finally, after the plethora of pictures, the photographer seemed satisfied and called for closing the session, at least for Jimin. He sighed in relief once they'd allowed him to finally let his arms down from the position they'd been stuck in the air for over two hours for the photoshoot. He gasped softly as he shook and moved them around to gain even a bit of feeling after they'd gone completely numb and were aching slightly.

Jungkook was standing silently behind the photographer, deciding to stay behind after his own shoot, eyes unreadable, looking over the pictures as they were evaluated silently. "Good work, Jimin-ssi! You can call Namjoon-ssi for his turn now on your way to the dressing room", the photographer smiled and gave him a thumbs up and Jimin bowed in thanks. He smiled at Jungkook brightly as he nodded towards the door, a gesture for the younger to follow. The younger was immediately at Jimin's side a bit fidgety, but Jimin guessed it was because he was also tired.

Their comeback was well on their way and the past days had been exhausting from overwhelming photo shoots to non-stop rehearsals of their songs. Jimin felt greatly pressured by it all, fear always at the back of his mind, eased by his members when it got too much. Jungkook always crawling into his bed whispering encouraging words as they both cuddled, it was also an opportunity for Jungkook to also be assured that he was doing well when Jimin responded in kind by petting the younger's hair and leaving small kisses at his temple. But nothing more.

They hadn't had sex in a while either, preoccupied with having enough energy to get through the next few weeks or feeling too exhausted to even attempt anything intimate. However, despite the pressure and the sexual tension and frustration, things seemed like they were falling into place. At least he thought they were.

He couldn't wait to get out of the denim apparel he'd been dressed in. He was the only one asked to go shirtless under his jacket and the denim was making his skin itchy and slightly uncomfortable. The denim was navy blue, along with a tight pair of jeans paired to match the jacket, buttons messily buttoned to surely tease the Army once the pictures were released. He cringed a bit at the fact that his Calvin Klein briefs were on exposure, but the makeup noonas who'd gotten a glimpse while readjusting his makeup had assured that he looked "so handsome and sexy". He didn't see it that way, but at least he was satisfied with the expression on his face, heard they were always the best.

In his daze, he finally noticed Jungkook had gone back to see the pictures as the photographer looked over them, still silently analyzing the pictures with a dazed look and Jimin couldn't help but tease him as he crossed the room. "Mmm, Jungkookie, I look good, don't I?" He winked expecting a sassy retort or even a snort from the younger male but was shocked when Jungkook nodded in agreement slowly but firmly.

"You look good, hyung...Too good", and there was something kind of odd about his tone , a bit breathless, that made heat rise up to Jimin's cheeks, a shiver going down his spine as he slapped the younger's arm in embarrassment and turned to redirect his attention to the other people in the room once he noticed they were all looking at them.

"Thank you for your hard work! I-I'll be going now." He'd responded in a respectful manner to the staff, grabbing onto the sleeve of Jungkook's jacket and finally making his way out of the room and into the hallway. He hadn't even made it a few steps out the door when he was slammed abruptly against the wall, lips meeting his own wantonly. He couldn't even phantom what had caused this sudden event, and once he'd regain his senses from his shock, was when he finally registered that the maknae was whining cutely onto his lips, needy and demanding. Jimin knew he never had a chance as he returned the kiss. The elder gasped, out of breath, still completely disoriented glancing at the younger curiously, but Jungkook didn't respond, eyes focused on Jimin's lips before he leaned down again and slipped his tongue into his mouth, sucking on the wet muscle, moaning.