Jimin craves Taehyung's attention so bad, he went as far as speaking in Busan dialect trying to sound sexy. Everything was going well according to his plan until Taehyung spoke in satoori too, and that's when he knows he's fucked.
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World tour, interviews left and right, variety show. . . To say that BTS is busy would be an understatement. They do love every bit of it, you can tell very much by their passion for the art and the way they keep their fans entertained. However, there are times when Jimin isn't taking things lightly. They're human too, they get burned out once in a while, and today is one of those days where he craves intimacy from his boyfriend who doesn't seem to be dreading as much as he is.
"Taehyungie" he sang, squeezing himself to Taehyung's proximity, but the man only answered a hummed, his eyes fixed on his Nintendo, and can't be disturbed. God, he's not asking for much, is he? He just wants a little attention from Taehyung on their short break before they go back to dancing again for hours but even that can't come easy.
He sighed for the nth time today and decided to move over to where Jungkook is. Being older for two years gives him a little power over his dongsaeng so, yeah, his baby brother can do. Jungkook couldn't deny him if he asks for a massage, he's too obedient to his hyungs.
"Jungkookie. . . Can you massage my neck, please?" He asks using their Busan dialect unintentionally. Their satoori couldn't help but slip once in a while no matter how long they have been living in Seoul. With that, Taehyung miraculously gave a glimpsed at them that Jimin saw from the mirror and he felt like he won at that.
"Okay, come here," Jungkook responds in the same satoori, adjusting the way he is seated on the floor so he can make way for Jimin to sit in front of him.
The younger massaged Jimin's tensed muscles starting from the shoulder blades, trailing towards the back of his neck where it always hurt because of the choreography, giving the instant relief, to the point where he moaned accidentally and if not for Taehyung calling out his name, he wouldn't even realize what he did.
"Yah. Jimin-ah?!"
Jimin's eyes suddenly opened from hearing the unimpressed tone of his boyfriend, his facial expression blank but he knows exactly what it means. He bit his lips a little too late from the embarrassment of being caught but a surge of satisfaction suddenly came rushing from knowing that he was finally getting Taehyung's attention.
"I'm sorry."
There he goes again, using his deep voice in satoori where he knows he sounded sexy.
"It's just, my neck hurts and Jungkookie is really good."
"You're welcome Jimin-hyung." Jungkook flashed his bunny smile before pulling the smaller man to stand up and go back to practicing. Meanwhile, Taehyung isn't exactly liking what he sees. Hell no.
The practice was hectic as usual making everyone tired as hell, wanting nothing but to lay on the bed and sleep for the next five days but snuggling with Taehyung sounds good too for Jimin who's feeling extremely deprived lately.
They did their routine of eating dinner, chatting a little bit about their day before deciding to head over their rooms to get ready to sleep. Now that they're earning enough, one of the privileges they got was to own their rooms giving them enough privacy for themselves which worked so well in favor of Taehyung and Jimin who didn't have to bribe Hoseok to go sleep elsewhere anymore or sneak in somewhere just so they can spend the night together.
