Dormmates | Jikook/Kookmin

SPECIAL Pt.2 | Let's Make This Love, Baby

Jimin POV.

Bunny is a fast learner.

Indeed, a little too fast for my heart.

He has adopted an obsession with dancing. It's not type where he puts on music in his room and dances to it or something. He wants to dance with me. We've been out on street parties every three-four days the past 2 weeks and this little devil has already mastered the art of grinding.

It's surprising to see how shameless he can get when I pass him the lead, ridding free of his shyness a little quicker each turn he takes. I thought he'd get a darker stage of demure when we had that first-time sexual experience at the bathroom of his university. How wrong I was. I don't remember kissing him so much; we've been pretty messy the past days.

I like it on him. The change, I like what I see. I like his experimental bashfulness, his smirks and openness. He is growing out of his skin, finding his identity in our relationship, and I'm gladly giving him space to.

He needs to grind on my to figure himself out? My pleasure.

- You guys have taken quite the opposite direction, huh? -Comes Namjoon hyung's jokester comment as I gloss my lips in the mirror, my final touch for a Friday night out. I pass him a quick playful glance, going back to tapping my lips unto each other to settle the gloss.

- By that you mean...?

- You know. -Namjoon hyung shrugs, hands in his pockets as he leans on the stairs of his bunk bed and watches me. -You looked like the two vanilla butterflies who'd get all domestic with each other. Comb each other's hairs and bake together and shit.

My eyes glide to him. 

- And how are we exactly?

- Oh Jiminie. -Tae interrupts from his upper bunk bed, legs swinging in the air playfully as he lays on his stomach, chin tucked on top wrist. -Look at you. 

I duck my head down. I'm wearing skinny jeans and a loose henley shirt with curled long-sleeves in the soldier green color. Honestly? I know I'm killing it, although I'd never admit it out loud. Blond hair compliments the look overall. I'm one those types that smiles over his shoulders and decides to play along with the compliments rather than being cocky with his words.

- Never seen you so groomed since the Mesozoic era. –Tae whistles, gaining Namjoon hyung's acknowledgement. –You and Kook... You got game, huh?

I chuckle, brushing the final strands of parted hair that occupy my forehead until I'm convinced it's on point. Damn, myself. With that final confidence boost, I gather my phone and the keys, throw them inside my pocket and head to the door.

- Have fun. –The two say at the same time, grins plastered across their faces, earning fluttering fingers from me in response and a shut door.

By the time I'm down, Kookie is already waiting at the entrance of the dorm building. He smiles brightly as soon as he sees me, sending happy butterflies to my stomachs and making me jump the steps of the last floor just to get to him quicker. 

- Hey, there. -My hands are wrapped around his neck when we meet, lips splattering a few pecks on the smile that decorates his lips. It's a little dark now, which makes my insides all giddy upon the reminder of where we will be soon. 

- Are you excited hyung? -Kookie asks, bringing his hands to my waist, a recently developed habit from dancing together. I like the feeling. 

- Mmhm, very. -I close my eyes and pull him closer, pecking his lips again, yet a little slower this time. I feel his hands grab me tighter. -You look cute by the way.