The Bet - Masters of Puppetry » Jikook

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Part Thirteen
"Boyfriend, you say?"
      
      
"Oh, you're home early," Jungkook spoke from the couch when the elder entered his apartment. "Wait, let me help you." With that, he relieved Jimin of his heavy grocery bags.

"Thank you," the blond responded with a warm smile playing around his lips. "So, how was your day?"

Jungkook sighed quietly before telling him about his conversation with his boss at work. "All he ever does is criticize me. I'm a good dance teacher, I know that. The kids love me."

"I bet they do. The girls must be head over heels in love with you, too," the elder assumed, necking the other intentionally.

"I'm just glad it's over," Jungkook said without being responsive to his lover's banter. He took a small step forward until he was able to snake his arms around Jimin's waist, tugging the elder even closer to his chest. "And I'm glad to be here now. With you," the younger breathed against Jimin's lips, which made him blush a little at Jungkook's words.

"Oh, stop."

"Stop being so adorable then," the brunet chuckled before he leaned down, brushing his lips against Jimin's. Jimin kissed back softly, mouths parting for a brief and gentle glide of their tongues together.

"Hmm," the blond hummed against Jungkook's lips, happiness being all he feels whenever he's around the younger. He pulled away slightly to look at Jungkook, a fond smile on both their faces. "Come on, let's get started."

The two broke apart rather reluctantly, but their growling stomachs reminded them that they had to. After having taken everything out of the bags, they put on some music and started preparing the meal. While chopping the vegetables, Jimin sang along quietly, which quickly came to Jungkook's attention.

He had an extraordinarily beautiful voice.

It was just mesmerizing, the way the elder pursed his lips and the way he swayed his hips to the slow rhythm. Jungkook could easily watch Jimin all day, without any complaints.

So, shortly thereafter, he wrapped his arms around the blond's waist, resting both hands on Jimin's stomach, and buried his head in the crook of his neck. Jimin was quite surprised by Jungkook's action but he let him. "Sing for me," the younger almost mewled, which caused Jimin to burst into laughter.

"You're silly."

"No, I'm just whipped," Jungkook contradicted as he was planting featherlight kisses along his lover's jawline from behind.

While smiling as widely as he possibly could, Jimin leaned into the younger's touch and tilted his head slightly to give him more access. It was moments like these that made Jimin realize all the more how much had actually changed over the course of time. Jungkook was here and he was in his arms, and Jimin just felt so fucking happy. He couldn't even properly put into words how fortunate he felt.

"I can't believe you were such a fuckboy when I first met you and now you're this cheesy boyfriend of mine," he then conceded without really thinking about what he had just said.

Jungkook lifted his head in surprise.

"Boyfriend, you say?"

Jimin froze the second he realized he had already called the other his boyfriend without having discussed the matter with him yet. It had just rolled off his tongue so easily, it had seemed so right.

"Well, I- I assumed we w-"

Grinning, Jungkook interrupted the unnecessarily nervous man by replying, "Sounds good to me." For days now had he thought about asking the elder what they were because he hadn't been so sure about their status either, so it was actually quite convenient Jimin had dropped a bombshell like that.

"Boyfriend," the younger wanted to see how it sounded coming from his own mouth. "I like it."

It was fair to say Jimin was more than relieved about Jungkook's reaction.

Jungkook pulled Jimin's back closer to his front and slung his arms more tightly around the elder's body, showering his neck with a million kisses. "Stop it, you're t-tickling me!," Jimin chuckled while trying to escape his boyfriend's grasp.

"Never!"

"Let me go, Kookieee!"

Both men weren't able to stop laughing.

"I told you, I'll never ever let you go," Jungkook mumbled before turning the blond around unexpectedly to lift and then place him on the kitchen counter. Now, he stood between Jimin's spread legs as he looked up at his flushed face. Both their eyes were shining brightly, full of desire and full of love for the other.

"I don't want you to."

"All of a sudden," the brunet replied teasingly as he drew closer to the other's pretty face. Jimin was grinning like a Cheshire cat, still panting when Jungkook leaned in again and brought their lips together impatiently.

It didn't last long until their tongues got involved as well, and explored familiar paths. Bot men got so lost in the swiftly deepening kiss, they didn't even notice, nor would they have cared, when some ingredients found their way onto the flagged floor. Instead, Jimin pulled his boyfriend closer by reaching out for his neck, his small fingers then travelling down Jungkook's spine until they gripped onto the loose fabric of his shirt. Meanwhile, Jungkook was busy running his hands up and down the blond's thighs, brushing his butt every once in a while.

Their lips fit in seamlessly with each other as they were moving in unison, and Jungkook took it all in; the heat of Jimin's mouth, the soft giggles and sighs that escaped it every now and then, the elder's caressing touches and searching hands. He loved every little bit of it.

Jungkook didn't know what he had ever done to deserve such happiness. Simply being with the elder and all this giving and receiving made him somewhat soft. He had never been in love before and he still wasn't sure if he was now, but whatever the bond it was the two men shared with each other came pretty much close to it.

Everything about Jimin made his heartbeat increase drastically.

The blond hummed softly when Jungkook began planting small but yearning kisses on the crook of his neck. If heaven felt like this, Jimin was to die for Jungkook immediately.

Nevertheless, he didn't want to take things too far and work the younger up. That's why he had to make them stop. "We still have to cook, you know?" Jimin was also teasing the other by biting Jungkook's bottom lip, so that they weren't able to keep making out. "I'm hungry."

"Well, I'm a full course meal and I'm right here," the brunet responded cockily as he tried to reunite their lips without success, his voice still hoarse from his arousal.

"Stop!," Jimin chuckled before he jumped off the kitchen counter and walked over to the stove. To make Jungkook suffer a little more than he already was, Jimin made sure to swing his hips on his way there as well.

"You're killing me," Jungkook groaned, having been left with blue balls. He didn't blame his boyfriend since he had agreed to take things slow.

Still, his manhood wasn't a big fan.

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