Your Eyes Tell [A Jikook Fanfiction ©️ Book 1]

Twenty Seven: Reunited

These thoughts continued to circulate Jimin's mind throughout the dance practice, but with wishful thinking, he continued to convince himself that the reason Jungkook hadn't apologised was because there hadn't been a good time to do so.

Which was why, as they all returned to the dorm after practice that evening and busied themselves in whatever plans they had, Jimin allowed Jungkook to comfortably settle into his arms on the sofa. The maknae rested his back gently against the older's chest, his eyes glued to the opening credits of a film that Taehyung and Hoseok had chosen. And slowly, after a hesitant moment, fingers tightly entertwined within Jimin's own.

His heart fluttered, butterflies seeming to thunder uncontrollably through his chest at the simple contact. It skipped a beat as Jungkook slowly leaned his head back, averting his eyes from the film as he nestled his head into Jimin's neck comfortably. The older let out an uneasy sigh as warm breath tickled his bare skin. He... He'd missed this.
The two of them lay like that for a moment, both pairs of eyes closed in peaceful content. He... He'd really missed this. Just the feelings that cascaded through his chest at such a simple embrace he had yearned for, for far too long.

A smile was brought to his face as he looked down at the maknae. A pair of longing, brown eyes stared silently back at him.
"My...my mochi," the little one murmured. Jimin could not help himself as he guided a hand to the base of Jungkook's chin, unphased by his grinning audience as he guided their lips gently together. As if it were their first kiss, he seemed to catch sparks flittering across his stomach, which cartwheeled uncontrollably, silently begging for it never to end.

His smile broadened as Jungkook shifted in his lap, shuffling his body so he could face Jimin and return the smile with a wide grin. Two confident hands grasped the older's face, giving him barely a chance to breathe before their lips moulded together again. 
Grasping Jungkook's waist tightly so to gently pull the youngest closer, he almost let out a childish giggle at the clearing of a throat elsewhere in the room. His fingers gently jabbed Jungkook in his side in some attempt to return to the film, but, to his content surprise, the maknae seemed to have no intention of slowling their embrace. And given everything that had happened, Jimin found himself making little effort to change those intentions.

A small gasp escaped his throat as his lips were gently parted and their tongues slowly slid together, both too encapsulated in the moment to take notice of any of the disgusted protests surrounding them.
"Aish, let them be clingy," Taehyung suddenly grumbled, gathering himself to his feet, "I think they deserve the time."
"But I wanted to... watch... The... Film..." Hoseok pouted, glancing at the hand that had grasped his wrist in an attempt to guide the older out of the room.
"And I wanted to sleep all those other times. You don't get to complain. Not to me. Na uh." Tae huffed, shaking his head at the various memories of watching the lovebirds endlessly take up most of the bed he and one of them had shared during tour days.

As Hobi glanced over to the two and realised they showed no signs of stopping, he reluctantly allowed Taehyung to drag him away.
"Are we crashing with Namjoon tonight?"
"Yup." Tae grinned at Hoseok's sigh of exasperation before skipping silently out of the room to where his beloved leader was.

"Namjoon do you have a pen and paper?" The young singer suddely asked as he wandered into his leader's room.
"Lovebirds got on your nerves so much you need to set rules already?"
"Yes," Tae nodded firmly, "But that's not what I need it for... I was going to make a 'do not enter' sign for the living room."

Namjoon gave him a wide eyed look of confusion. That child... He sighed, confused, but hauled himself up from his desk and rummaged around for a spare piece of paper. Letting out a childish yelp of glee at the sight of the stationary, Tae took a moment to scribble the desired words onto it before handing back Namjoon's pen.
"Hobi and I are sleeping here with you tonight." he commented as he skipped towards the door.
"... What about Jungkook?... Oh."
"Yuuuup." Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, then, as a matter of fact, stated, "I can confirm they are shoving tongues down throats right now."

Namjoon let a hand fall onto his forehead in disbelief, "Tae I didn't need to know that."
The giddy younger shrugged, "Actually," he smirked, "You did, else you might have walked into the living room and then-"
"-Alright! Alright just piss off and let me work alright I get it!" A wide smile graced their leader's lips as Tae escaped the room in a high pitched howl of laughter.

*
Neither Jungkook nor Jimin had spoken since first settling onto the sofa to watch the film. All actions thereon had seemed instinctive, as if comfortably guiding each other back into a regular act of yearning to be closer.

The older singer sighed in content at the hands running across his bare chest, each touch sending prickling fireworks flushing across his face and chest.

He was not certain how long they had lain there, but he knew, as lips gently pulled away from his own and slowly trailed towards his jawline, that they were now alone within the room.
"Jungkookie-" he gasped, his fingers delving into the soft layers of Jungkook's hair as lips placed themselves against his neck. He tightened his grip against the maknae's torso, hauling him closer so their crotches firmly grazed against each other. "Kookie..." he mumbled again as teeth gently tugged at sensitive skin contently.

Jimin let his head fall back, relishing in the blissful feeling that had begun to envelop his body. He had missed this so much... Missed being close to Jungkook and feeling... Feeling it was so much more than just being close.
He let his hips gently buck against Jungkook, a smile stretching across his face as the sound of a small moan of content escaped from the maknae's lips.

A face slowly swam into view and smiled happily down at Jimin. He grinned back ecstatically, drawing a hand affectionately across Jungkook's face, "Jiminie..." he murmured, shifting his lips to gently place a small kiss in the centre of the older's palm.
"Jungkookie..." Jimin muttered back quietly.

Their lips reconnected and in little time both had returned to their deep embrace. A tongue pressed itself firmly into his mouth, finger's grazing the waistband of his jeans. Jimin's breath hitched. The hand slowly ran itself across his crotch, beginning to confidently find its way underneath material as the two became increasingly caught up in their yearn for each other.

And despite his concerns earlier, Jimin allowed the embrace to continue. He allowed very little thought of his worry to enter his head as his body flushed with warmth at Jungkook's rhythmic touch. And as his breathing was forced to become nothing more than jagged exhalations of air, his eyes tightly closed, fully emersed in the pleasurable experience of their act... he had almost forgotten his concerns were ever valid.

"Baby..." he let out a breathy moan as he tumbled into the inescapable climax, his eyes only fluttering open to meet Jungkook's as he reluctantly drew back down into reality.
And despite his concerns, this grinning face of adoration only gave the older a burning desire for Jungkook to feel the same thing.

And so, as their lips moulded desperately together, their endless cycle of desire continued.

***
"Still at it?" Hobi hissed as he Seokjin hovered near the occupied living room. At the foot of the closed door which led to their open plan kitchen andliving space, Taehyung sat with his ear to a plastic cup. After a moment of frowning, his expression suddenly became one of digust and he threw the cup at his eldest hyung.

"Hey!" Jin protested, "What was that for?!"
"You made me check up on them!"
"Well? Are they then?"
"What do you think?" Tae pouted, picking himself up from the floor and comically shivering, "Excuse me while I go and wash my ears out." That was all the two elder members needed to know as they hurriedly retreated from their initial plans and slumped into the room Jin shared with Yoongi. Bored.

Brownie making would have to wait another day... Jin sighed sadly. He made a mental note that 'make-outs are for bedrooms only' should certainly become a rule in the future.
Next time, he would not willingly jepodise his baking plans for two infactuated lovebirds.

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Thoughts on Jimin's decisions? 💚

Random Q 10/01/21: What other BTS ships do you like and which ones do you see being formed from their interactions in this story? 🤔