Soul Mates | Jinkook ✓

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Seconds seemed to transform into minutes and minutes became hours until he had lost all sense of time completely. Deep within his chest his heart raced, beating with such intensity he wasn't certain if his ribs could contain it. But he knew with absolute certainty that he was doing the right thing. That this was what he wanted.

The second they had hung up he had raced into the shower, turning it on full blast and stepped beneath the spray. Washing his hair and body in record time, he toweled himself off before brushing his teeth, swirling mouth wash and spitting it out before rushing into the bedroom.

He still didn't have that many clothes to choose from, but he grabbed a pair of tight black leggings that Jimin had insisted he buy because they made his ass look amazing. Paired with a black long sleeved shirt, he actually somehow managed to look effortlessly good. Casual and not at all like he had just made some messed up sort of booty call to his own mate.

Running a brush through his hair, he flattened his bangs so they swept across his forehead, patted on some lip balm and moisturizer, then spent far too long staring at himself in the mirror.

So long that a knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts, his heart practically jumping into his throat before skipping a beat.

Opening the door was like opening a portal to another world. One where only he and only the person on the other side existed.

And God fucking damn was that person fine.

Pictures, as it turned out, hadn't actually been able to do Jungkook justice. His mate had always been unreasonably attractive, but something within the last two years had made him absolutely devastating. Dark hair that was slightly longer than he remembered, parted down the middle and falling in soft waves. Large doe eyes that seemed like they actually stared directly into his soul. And those lips - he really had to stop staring at those lips or he was going to do something incredibly stupid.

"Damn." That single word slipped from his own before he could even hope to stop it, and he didn't even have the good sense to try and cover it up. Jungkook was currently wearing the same dark hoodie he had seen in the video, complete and with a pair of dark jeans that were so tight he wasn't sure how he could even walk. But they made his thighs look incredible and he really just wanted to sink his teeth into them.

"Hello to you too baby. Are you gonna invite me in or do you want the neighbors to watch?" Honestly he didn't give a flying fuck who saw what he was about to to his mate. But he grabbed one of Jungkook's hands anyway, tugging him inside and slamming the door closed behind him. "You look so good, Jin. Please say it's all for me."

"It's all for you." Before the words even escaped him his back was being pressed up against the wall, arms lifted above his head by his wrist, trapped into place by Jungkook'ss body resting against his own. "All of me has always only ever been for you."

"Fuck, Jin. I want you so much." He had missed everything about his man so much. Has missed the feeling of those soft lips against his own and the weight of him resting in his lap. Feeling it one time had left him fiending off the memories alone. "But I need to know where we stand first. Because if we do this, I want us to be playing for keeps."

"Jungkook." The name came out as a sigh, hips jutting out to grind his hardness against the other's thigh, gasping at the sensation. "What do you think I've been doing?"

A low growl emitted from deep within Jungkook's throat, hands slipping from where they were clasping slender wrist downwards, grasping each thigh and squeezing, offering a single second's warning before he was lifting. Jin followed his lead so easily, placing his hands on strong shoulders and jumping, leg's parting and wrapping tightly around his waist.