Soul Mates | Jinkook ✓

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This was not taking it slowly.

He had made the mistake of logging into the email on his phone and had been sending messages back and forth to Jungkook for the last hour. Laying in bed cuddling his Yoshi plush tight, he couldn't help but feel just the tiniest hint of excitement every time a new notification would come in.

Jungkook had asked if they could text instead, and Jin had hesitated before suggesting that they could talk on the phone. Namjoon always said that you could hear the sincerity in someone's voice far better than you could read it in their words.

So there he was, fingers playing over the screen of his phone, trying to work up the courage to press send. He wanted to hear Jungkook's voice again. Wanted to hear that he had actually changed instead of just read the words on a screen. It was so easy to lie when there was no infliction to be heard, when you had to put no effort behind it.

Okay. He could do this. Everything was gonna be fine. He had this.

...

"There's my beautiful mate." Jungkook's voice hit him like a ton of bricks, and he honestly completely forgot how to even breathe.

"You there, Jinnie?" Fuck. He probably seemed like such an idiot right now, just making fish out of water sounds, trying to remember how to speak. "Baby?"

"Yeah." Suddenly all of his bodily functions came back, including, thankfully, his voice and the ability to use it and take in air. "Yeah, I'm here Kookie. I'm sorry. I think I just forgot how good you sounded."

"Oh so it's my voice you like. I thought it was my thighs." Was it even possibly to mentally keysmash? Because he definitely just had.

"Well, I haven't seen your thighs in a while. How am I supposed to know if I still like them or not?"

"I could fix that for you if you want." There were a set of very clear rules he was supposed to be following. They were supposed to keep the conversation light and easy, only dipping into deeper subjects as he felt comfortable. They weren't supposed to use pet names, or refer to each other as mates. And there was definitely not supposed to be any flirting.

But fuck it. He really wanted to see those thighs again.

"What do you want in return?"

"I don't want anything, baby. I just want to send you something nice."

"It's supposed to be an even exchange."

"Are you alright with telling me why?"

"It's one of the rules me and my therapist came up with. Before, I always felt like we weren't on even footing. You were always doing so much for me, and I didn't have anything to give you in return. I don't want it to be like that again. So, whenever you give me something, or whenever I give you something, it needs to be an equal exchange."

There was so much that Jungkook wanted to say to that. That everything he had done had been because he wanted to. That all he gave had been because he'd wanted to do those things for Jin. But he understood that this wasn't about him. This was about Jin. And for now, he got to make the rules.

"I like that idea a lot. I want to us to be equal's." Was there even a them? Would there ever be again?

"Mm. So name your price."

"I want a picture of your lips."

"Oh so it's my lips you like."

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

"Give me a minute, okay babe? It's kind of hard to talk and take a good picture."

"You're worth the wait."

Pulling the phone away, he opened the camera app, trying to position it perfectly to capture a close up of his lips. And a failed spectacularly the first two times. Before flipping it around to the front facing, making it easier to see what he was doing.

In the end it came out perfect. A close up shot of his plush, pink lips, slightly parted with his tongue clearly pressing up against the bottom. And then, just for fun, another one of him biting it. Hesitating for only a second before sending both.

"I hope you like your present, baby." Fuck. This was definitely against the rules.

"Fuck. I really do. You're so pretty, Jinnie. I keep dreaming about those lips."

"Thank you, Kookie. You always make me feel so beautiful." God, this was spiraling so far out of control. There was no way he could ever tell Namjoon about this. "These lips still belong to you."

"Do you still have your gift for me, baby?" He knew exactly what he should do. He should tell Jungkook that he was taking it too far. That he wasn't comfortable with where this was going.

But he was a weak ass bitch, just like Jimin had accused him of.

"Mm hm. I've been so ready to give it to you. This past year all I've thought about it letting you take it." There was a sharp groan on the other end of the line, and he heard a shift, followed by a ragged intake of breath.

"We should stop, Jinnie. I really, really don't want to fuck this up again but I don't think I can control myself if we keep going."

He wanted to keep going. He did.

But there was Jimin's voice playing in the back of his mind, telling him to be strong, to not give in to stupid, sexy Jungkook with his deep voice that sounded like sex and -

"I still want my picture." What was he even doing anymore?

"You'll get it. I promise."

"I better. Goodnight, Kookie."

"Goodnight, Jinnie. Have sweet dreams of me."

Laying there on his belly with his face buried in the soft plushness of his pillow, he tried desperately to calm himself down. To figure out what he had just allowed to happen. That definitely was not taking it slow. That was taking it opposite of slow. That was -

- He didn't know what that was.

What he did know is approximately twenty five minutes later his phone was vibrating against his stomach, tearing him out of his thoughts and -

- Fuck. Those were Jungkook's thighs. Those were Jungkooks thighs with skin tight black jeans pushed half way down them and it was so incredibly easy to know what was happening just off screen that he wanted to scream, because damn did he want to see that too.

...

Thankfully he remembered to change the password on his phone, so the next time Jimin got his grubby little hands on it, he couldn't get it unlocked.

...

Thankfully he also learned how to lie to Namjoon, so when he asked him how the phone call had gone, he had said they'd gained a lot of ground and left it at that. He failed to mention how he was constantly five seconds away from booty calling his own mate to come take his virginity. 

...

Now just had to talk himself out doing something incredibly stupid. Which, really, should be easy. He'd talked himself out of plenty of things before. Of course, none of those things had ever had thighs like that.