Soul Mates | Jinkook ✓

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There were flowers surrounding his name. A gorgeous pastel mix of water color splashes creating a back drop for thick black lines that curved and flowed into a beautiful bouquet of flowers. They surrounded his name like a halo, a glorious crown that he had neither earned nor deserved. A devastatingly bright camouflage for what he knew lie underneath.

Somehow he hadn't noticed right up until that moment, idly laying there playing with those long, crooked fingers, tracing along the lines of his mates palm, smiling at how long and deep they all were.

"You didn't tell me about this." It seemed wrong, somehow, to touch it. To trace along the imprint of his own name with his finger tips. To brush over the splotches of color and to feel the raised lines that lie below.

"Do you not like it?" Something that could only be called a smirk crossed his features, recalling their exchange from the previous night. His own fingers traced along the dark inch embedded into Jungkook's skin, following the patterns one by one.

"I love it." It suited Jin far more than the stark black of his name. For a while he had considering seeing if they could darken the letters that lie on his own wrist, but now he thought perhaps he should simply come up with a way to make it his own. "I love these too." His fingers went to puffy, pink lips, still swollen from receiving kisses at each and every opportunity.

And he took one now, leaning forward to press their lips together, long and slow and deep. As if it were the beginning of something that made his heart sped up within his chest.

"Mm, I'm so tired, Kookie." The night before had been filled with too many emotions and their sleep too short and broken. Daylight hadn't brought any reprieve either. It wasn't until Taehyung had finally spoken to Jimin and agreed to come back home that peace had fallen.

"Then just lay back and let me take care of you." It was so hard to say no when those lips were on his throat and he could feel himself growing hard. Already he got the distinct feeling that he was never going to be able to deny his mate anything.

Laying back and allowing Jungkook to take care of him meant being lavished in attention, kisses pressed to every inch of his body, until the pale skin was littered with deep red marks that would darkened into purple and blue come morning. Until he felt himself being tugged down to the end of the bed and his leg's being spread, the wet muscle of Jungkook's tongue pressing against his sore, puffy rim.

"Jungkook!" Part of him felt disgusted by the action, like it was dirty and forbidden while the rest of him keened in absolute pleasure, hips arching up as if trying to find a better angle, to make it go deeper. It worked out him in long, soothing passages, a welcome distraction from the intrusion of two thick fingers.

He lost track of how many times he came and from what. But laying there with the weight of his mate bearing down over him, leg's bent and hitched high over hips, nails digging into tender flesh, clawing at the expanse of his mates back until it carried his own marks. All he knew in the end was he could feel another heart beating along side his own, how their breath seemed to mingle until they were breathing in each other's air. The way Jungkook's voice hitched as he whispered how beautiful he was against his ear. How much he loved him.

They lay together afterwards, bodies still intertwined and connected, pale moon light washing over them, Jungkook playing with his fingers just as he had before. Sleep had never come so easily.

...

"You should move in." It was Sunday morning, far earlier than he would like to have been awake, but he had agreed to take the afternoon shift long days before and he couldn't back out now.