The Bet - Masters of Puppetry » Jikook

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A/N: Warning! Please be aware of mature content.

Part Thirty-One
"I'm not over it."
         

"These are really good, by the way," Jimin spoke with his mouth full, munching on the delicious pancakes his boyfriend had made for the two of them. Not only did Jungkook's gesture warm the elder's heart but it also filled it with ardent love. "I almost forgot how good your cooking was."

"Thank you," the brunet responded, a soft smile playing around his lips as he reached out his hand to push a strand of hair out of the other's face. "Nothing but the best for my little Jiminie." The blue-haired chuckled because of the nickname, his eyes turning into crescent moons in the process, as always.

"You know, I'm not so sure whether I want to kiss or punch you right now."

Jungkook smirked knowingly. "Well, I'd prefer a kiss, to be honest," he said before he slightly leant forward, eliciting another cute laugh from his boyfriend.

"Oh, don't you now?"

The younger male nodded his head yes, still smiling when he laid his lips on Jimin's without further ado. A soft hum escaped Jungkook's mouth when he became aware of a sweet taste due to his boyfriend's eating pancakes with maple syrup.

The kiss was loving at first, not demanding, patient instead of wild. Both their hearts were swelling at the thought of one another, not quite apprehending how they had gotten so lucky. Even though their encounter hadn't exactly been a coincidence, it still felt serendipitous.

Sure, you can arrange a meeting, but nobody can plan to fall in love.

However, Jimin shifted closer, leaning over the table to give a little more pressure, not caring at all that he had just dropped his fork and had dipped his poor shirt into the maple syrup on his plate, too. Instead of enjoying the food Jungkook had prepared, the blue-haired was much more interested in tasting his skin at the moment. So, it didn't take him long until he stood up, careful not to break the kiss, and sat down on his boyfriend's lap, straddling him playfully.

"Oh."

Jungkook was seemingly taken by surprise.

The elder's eagerness startled him a little, actually. Even so, he didn't complain about Jimin's urge to explore him. Jungkook rather welcomed the other's boldness and decided to get a little bold himself, lightly kneading his boyfriend's clothed butt.

With a pleading moan, Jimin tilted his head before sliding his tongue into Jungkook's mouth unexpectedly. Their hot breaths intermingled with each other, arousal visibly increasing by the way the two men were touching one another. Jimin's hands had found their way under the younger's shirt, fingers tracing his defined abs. Both their movements were slow but radiated so much craving.

Especially Jimin felt this sensation, this heat inside of him. He wanted Jungkook.

No, he needed him. So, so badly.

"Take off your shirt. Now."

The elder's hoarse command made Jungkook chuckle softly. The tables seemed to have turned as it was now Jimin who had a war of hormones going on. His sudden desire must've been triggered and fueled by the night they had spent together, or at least Jungkook simply couldn't find another logical explanation. The blue-haired must've realized that intimacy was actually pretty nice, especially with someone who truly meant something to you. And now, Jimin seemed not to get enough of it.