Enter, You

The Taste of You (18+)

Jimin's arm brushed past Jin's shoulders as he moved the lever to the far left, causing the steam in the shower to cloud the glassy walls. Seokjin used his heated hands to rinse the soap out of his hair, running out of spaces to avoid looking at Jimin's bare body (despite how much shorter he was).

"Am I making this uncomfortable for you, Hyung?"

The angel's voice could be barely made out from the shower head's repeated patters on the floor. Jin's face was reddened at this point, though it could've been by Jimin's presence or how hot the water was.

"N-No. Not at all."

Jimin merely smiled at him as his hands wandered his own body, covering it with soapy bubbles. Jin's eyes naturally relaxed from the steam and became less anxious to dart away from Jimin's softly glowing body. Unconsciously, he stared over to Jimin's small frame, somehow fitting in both abs and thighs worth fantasizing about. The angel stopped rinsing off and looks straight into Jin's cat-like eyes. He smirked he noticed Seokjin's semi-hardened member.

"Can I help you with that?"

Jin's blush spread down to his neck at his sweet, crisp voice that enticed him to do unspeakable things. Jimin lathered his hands and moved towards Seokjin, pushing his back against the shower door. Jin's hand instinctively gripped the handlebar behind him while Jimin used one of his hands to move up and down his Hyung's dick and the other to cover the other's moans. Shuffles and leaving voices from outside provoked Jimin to move faster than he would've like to, Jin's pitched moans becoming harder to mask. Jimin's soft hands soon feel Jin's twitch as he ejaculated onto Jimin's toned chest, Jin's orgasm being covered by the bell's harsh ringing. The angel smiled and leaned into Jin's ear, whispering the sweet nothing of

"I'll make it worthwhile next time."

Jimin wrapped himself into a towel and rushed to change for the next class while Jin was still left panting, his hand still clung onto the handle.

Jin stepped out of the locker room rushed. His body hasn't been given the time to dry off, his uniform lining his flat stomach somewhat perfectly. Jimin was still waiting outside, constantly readjusting his backpack strap.

"You don't mind walking to class with me still, do you?"

Jin smiled and ruffled his hair, waterdrops almost splashing onto Jimin's collar.

"If we're quick, I can still use my excuse. Follow me!"

Jin ran down the hallway, frequently checking behind him to make sure Jimin wasn't left behind. Jin opened the door to an already bustling class, no one but the teacher noticing his absence. Jin quickly bowed in apologies to the teacher who now no longer felt the need to lecture him. Jimin puts on one of the set aprons and tied it behind him, while Jin fumbled with his apron with his still wet hands.

"Stay still!"

Jimin took the apron's strings and tied a formal bow behind him. Jin presented him with an appreciative smile and twirled.

"Aw, thank you. Cooking will be that much easier now."

Jimin pulled up a stool and looked upon the whiteboard in the front of the class. All that's written was "Freeform". Jin laughed and started to carefully season beef.

"That just means the teacher was too hungover from last night to think of a recipe for us to duplicate."

Jimin laughed with an angelic undertone and peered over to see what exactly Jin was making. All the ingredients for bulgogi were laid across the table neatly, the hands that worked on it even more adept. Despite how adroit the layout looked, Jimin still felt overwhelmed by how diligently it was all being prepared.

"Where do I even start..?"

Jin washed his hands again and prepped the pan.

"I just want to treat you this time."

Jimin's face glowed with another smile at Jin's easy-going friendliness.

Thirty minutes later, Jin prepped a dish of stir-fried bulgogi that sat atop a steaming plate of rice. At the moment, Jimin slept peacefully on the countertop, the harsh light seeming to have calmly rested upon the angel. Jin softly poked his cheek and waited for him to stir awake.

"Come on, it'll get cold."

Jimin's eyes burst open as he smelled the delectable plate.

"Ah... Sorry for boring you."

Jimin yawned softly and straightened his back in the chair.

"You didn't bore me, so don't worry about it! I probably just went from daydreaming to.. normal dreaming."

Jin laughed.

"Do you need me to feed you?"

Jimin opened his mouth teasingly. In response, Jin takes a spoon and blows on the rice, then took the spoon and feeding Jimin directly. Jimin melted at the taste, it's mildly sweet and savory flavor residing gently in his mouth. The teacher hovered over, tasting it, and goes back to her desk satisfied.

"Mmm... You've been blessed with handsome looks and amazing cooking.."

Jimin sighed heavenly. Jin ruffled Jimin's hair once more and his mouth curved upwards.

"I tried for you."

Jimin took another bite.

"Flattering."

Jimin pulled Jin close to him and kisses his chest.

"That's my thank you."

Jin blushed and muttered.

"You're too flirtatious for your own good,"

Jimin smirked.

"Would you want it any other way?"