#jikook kissmas day exchange

[eat-a-mint-jungkook]

Just Give Me a Reason

Aaand the reveals are out! Here’s my fic for the Jikook Kissmas Day exchange~ 

It’s also on AO3! 

7k of wintery Jikook fluff fluff fluff (and a dash of angst)

Jimin shows Jungkook the reasons why he needs a girlfriend, and the one reason that he doesn’t.

Blind date.

The two words that Jungkook had been hearing over and over from the moment he got home for the winter break. It was like an earworm—constantly echoing through his mind even after his parents had finally stopped repeating it.

Jungkook hated the topic. He didn’t need a girlfriend, heck, he wasn’t even good at talking to girls. It was difficult enough just trying to get through his finals, and he didn’t need another thing to worry about. So when his parents brought up inviting Soljin over for a Christmas dinner with their family, he called for backup from his best friend.

Jimin and Jungkook had been the best of friends since they were kids in elementary school, and Jungkook figures that if anyone could understand his current situation, it’d be Jimin.

And if anyone could convincingly pretend to be his significant other, it’d also be Jimin.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook’s mom asked as he opened the front door.

“Heading out with my girlfriend!” He lied through his teeth, running outside.

“What makes you think this plan will work?” Jimin questioned as they walked along the street. “It seems kind of flimsy considering how I’ve already known your parents for so long.”

“We’ll make it work. Or just enough so that they get off my back about this whole dating thing. I just hate how they keep nagging me about it,” Jungkook huffed, kicking a rock out of his way. “Like, before it used to be about how I needed to improve my math grades, and then when I did that, it would be applying for university, and then now that that’s done, it seems like they’re not going to stop about this. Well, until I actually get a girlfriend or something.”

“I mean, you could just get a girlfriend.” Jimin raised an eyebrow at him.

Jungkook wrinkled his nose, adverse to the idea. “But why do you need someone else to be happy? My life is already good enough as it is—well, or bad enough, depending on how you look at it—and I just find no reason to need a girlfriend.”

Jimin chuckled. “That’s true, but don’t you ever feel lonely? Like, especially during the holidays where everywhere you go, there seems to be couples there, acting all lovey-dovey.”

Jungkook thought a bit. Sure, it might be nice to have someone to do all those things with, but to him, it wasn’t much different from what he already had. Jimin was the one who usually went with him to all of those places anyway. Whether it’s the movies, trendy new restaurants that they wanted to try, or just hanging out at one of their houses on special holidays.

“But I have you. Why would I need a girlfriend when I already have you?” Jungkook asked, mouth setting into a frown. “You’re pretty much the same thing already.”

“Thanks, now I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend.” His best friend gave have him a boring look. “That may be true, but a significant other shouldn’t just be a romantic partner. What makes the best relationships is usually having someone who’s like a best friend.” He paused, thinking about the rest. “Besides, you can do much more with your significant other than with your best friend.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” Jimin trailed off. “A lot of things.” A hint of a smile appeared at the edge of his lips. “If you want, I-I guess I could show you? Since we’re proceeding with your plan anyway.”

“Mhm, yeah sure.” Jungkook replied easily. “We’re definitely going to need to practice if we want to be convincing the next time you meet them.”

The next time they headed out was to the Christmas Market, and it was time to put the plan into action.

Strings of unlit lights were strung across the street, in between old-style lanterns that would glow when it got dark. Wooden stalls lined up at the sides of the small street, each vendor selling something different and unique from the rest. It was still fairly empty as it was the afternoon, but Jungkook was sure that this place would come to life as soon as nightfall hit.

“It’s so cold.” Jungkook blew air at his hands, trying to warm them up.

Jimin reached out, “Here, give me your hand.”

Jungkook expected them to be warm, to provide some much needed heat to defrost his own. But he was completely wrong.

“Yah, what the—?” He tried pulling his hands back from Jimin’s below-freezing ones, but the shorter boy kept them trapped tightly. “You baited me.” He glared at his best friend.

But when Jimin intertwined their fingers, he completely stilled in surprise.

The brunette gave him a cheeky smile. “And that’s what holding hands is like.”

“Tch, it might’ve been nicer if your hands weren’t so cold.” Jungkook snorted, shoving his hands back into his coat pockets.

Oh, right. It was just a part of the fake dating thing.

Soon, it started getting dark very fast, the sun disappearing without a trace. Only a faint blue at the edges were reminiscent of the light in the sky. There were no streaks of orange and yellow, bleeding together across the horizon like there’d been in days not long ago.

As he’d expected, the night market started bustling to life. The strings of Christmas lights strung across the streets lit up, casting an radiant glow to the market. It was almost magical, like something one would see in a movie, like the memories of early Christmases as a child. They sparkled, twinkling against the reflections of eyes as they would light up with wonder and excitement. They danced in Jimin’s eyes, creating a kind of gleam in them that had him staring for a bit.

“Look over there!” Jimin’s soft voice called. Jungkook looked over to where the shorter boy was pointing.

Over by the end of the street was a giant Christmas tree, all decorated with shiny ornaments. The different coloured lights flickered and faded, pigments changing every few seconds. It was simply beautiful.

He also noticed the amount of couples nearby, taking intimate-looking pictures of themselves. A lot of them were kissing or touching in some way, and he quickly looked away from them, flashing a smile at Jimin instead.

“Um, I mean…we could…” Jungkook started.

“Do you want to take a picture?” Jimin asked, pulling out his phone. “Smile!” He beamed at the screen, pulling Jungkook closer to him.

Jungkook grinned, showing a toothy smile as he bent just slightly to shift even closer to Jimin.Their faces were pressed closely together, practically cheek to cheek, with the faint shadows of the light casted against their skin.

What he didn’t expect, was that at the last minute, Jimin’s lips lightly brushed his cheek.

A… kiss?

“And that’s what taking a couple selfie is like.” A bubbly laugh released from his mouth and Jungkook was left staring at him, cheeks reddening.

“How was that?” Jimin asked him later. “That was what, two reasons already, right?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook mumbled. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all since it was Jimin.

He might’ve enjoyed it more than he let on.

“Welcome to Tea Palace!” A tall and handsome boy greeted from behind the counter. His name tag that said “Taehyung”, and a green apron were the only indication that he worked here instead of at some sort of modelling agency. “Have you guys heard about our buy one, get one free deal?”

Jungkook shook his head slightly, glancing over at the sign beside the counter.

“We have a Christmas special for couples—if you share a kiss under our mistletoe over there,” he pointed to the corner of the store where there was some mistletoe hanging above a giant photo frame, “then post it on social media and tag us in it, then you can get two bubble teas for the price of one.”

“Oh, cool.” Jimin nodded. He gave Jungkook a sideways glance, a hint of a mischievous smirk apparent on his face.

“Jimin—we can just—”

“Do you want to do it, baby?”

He should’ve known what the brunette was thinking.

“I—what—um, sure…I mean if you want to,” Jungkook managed to squeak. He was sure that his face was as red as a tomato by now, and the barista boy’s intense gaze didn’t help at all.

Jimin took his hand, leading him over to the corner. Taehyung followed along behind them, taking the phone from Jimin when he passed it to him to take the picture.

It’ll just be like earlier. No big deal. Calm down, Jeon!

“Okay, whenever you’re ready!” Taehyung glanced at them from behind the camera, a few feet away from where they were behind the giant photo frame.

Jimin smiled, pulling Jungkook slightly closer. Sure, he’d been this close to his best friend before, but it was never in this kind of situation, and seeing him in this different kind of light made his heart race. He could see the way Jimin’s eyes sparkled as they focused only on him, the contour of his cheeks, and the curve of his pink lips.

“Just close your eyes and relax.” Jimin whispered and gave the smallest of nods, reassuringly. Jungkook slowly closed his eyes as he felt hands gently cup his face, and then there was the warmth of Jimin’s breath against his lips.

Wait where do I put my hands? Am I supposed to bend down lower…? What if I mess it up and Jimin hates me forever and we don’t even get our free bubble tea?

Jungkook decided he couldn’t have this failing. They were pretending to be a couple today after all, so this had better be believable. As Jimin’s lips slowly met with his own, he tilted his head just slightly more to the right and put his hands around the smaller boy’s waist, lightly pulling him in until there was no space between them anymore.

The kiss was soft, sweet like the smell of sugar floating in the air, tender like the whisper of a faint summer breeze. Despite how confident he seemed earlier, Jimin’s touch seemed almost hesitant—a bit shyer with the way his fingertips brushed against Jungkook’s cheeks, and how tentatively his plush lips glided so easily into his own.

It ended even before he realized he’d been expecting more, but it left him breathless nonetheless. Jimin’s cheeks were dusted with pink and when he opened his eyes and met Jungkook’s, he quickly looked away with the slightest smile.

When Jungkook finally glanced over at their cameraman, Taehyung was standing there was his mouth wide open in a shocked stance.

“Um, so did you get that?” Jimin asked quietly. That seemed to jerk barista-boy out of his thoughts and he quickly nodded.

“Yes, yes of course.” He handed the phone back to Jimin. “That was so romantic,” he said under his breath a little too loudly.

Jimin ducked away from Jungkook’s stare but found his hand and laced their fingers together.

“I posted it.” Jimin chuckled, showing Taehyung his phone screen. Jungkook peered over to get a look at it too, but Jimin quickly closed it before he could see it properly. Nonetheless, even the vague image of them kissing made his heart skip a beat.

“That’s cute,” Taehyung stopped to cough a few times, “um, so you get to choose anything from on the menu! Just pay the price of the more expensive one.”

Jungkook chose something on autopilot mode while his mind was constantly drifting back to the kiss scene.

“Well that was a success. Look at all the benefits that couples get.” Jimin elbowed him teasingly as they left the store. “I guess we were quite convincing.”

When he later checked his social media, Jungkook did see that Jimin posted a picture of the two of them, but it wasn’t of them kissing, nor was the caption a single red heart like he thought he previously saw.

Jungkook eyed the ice cautiously as soon as they got within proximity of the rink. It was Jimin’s idea to go skating, and if it were anyone else, Jungkook would’ve rejected the thought right away. But there were only a few days of winter break left, and he wanted to spend as much time as possible with his bestie.

“Come on, we’ll be even better than them.” Jimin gestured towards all the couples skating on the ice.

The ice looked quite crowded with people skating all around: from families to small children, to…couples. Lots of couples. They seemed to all be laughing, with the bright smiles on their faces. Jungkook was just glad he couldn’t hear them under the booming of the music being played nearby.

However, he had a more urgent problem at the moment, since many people meant many blades. And many blades meant many chances of getting into some sort of accident with them. What if—

“Come on, the ice is perfect right now.” Jimin beckoned from where he stood at the edge of the rink, waving at Jungkook, who was still firmly planted on the bench.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he muttered, shakily standing up and trying not to wobble from side to side on the blades.

“You’ll be fine; you learn so quickly.” Jimin smiled reassuringly. “Besides, I’ll catch you if you fall.”

He simply gave the other a wary glance and then he was slowly putting his left skate down onto the ice. He made sure it wouldn’t slide out from underneath him before attempting to shift his weight and lift his right foot.

And that’s when it happened.

He definitely foresaw this coming, but couldn’t do anything to stop it as both of his feet started sliding forward and he couldn’t shift his weight fast enough, and then he was falling, falling—

“You okay?” Jimin’s hands were tight around his waist, attempting to hold Jungkook up from where he stood behind him. “That was a close one.”

Heart still pounding from almost having fallen, he got his next scare when he tried to look at Jimin’s expression, and discovers that their faces were mere centimetres apart.

He quickly turns away. “Y-yeah. Real close. Thanks.”

Jimin helps him back on his feet and Jungkook finds himself missing the warmth of his body already.

“Okay, so it’s just like rollerblading, but you get more freedom on the ice without friction.” Jimin skates in front of him then does a half spin, turning around to face him. “Keep all your weight on one foot, then as you push off, shift all your weight to the gliding foot.”

Jungkook did as he said, trying to take small steps forward, but never staying on one foot for too long. Jimin continues skating backwards, always staying in front of Jungkook with his arms slightly outstretched, as if ready to catch him at any moment if he falls. 

“You still have to lift your foot, you know,” the brunette teased with the amusement clear on his face.

“Shut up,” Jungkook muttered. He lifted his foot just a bit higher this time after he pushed off, just to show him.

But somehow something didn’t work again.

Jimin was there in an instant, catching him as he tripped and stumbled forward.

“Don’t laugh.” He shot a dull look at the ground, already knowing the kind of expression the shorter boy would be wearing.

“Do you want me to pull you along? Some people find it easier to just glide first to get used to the feeling of skates.” Jimin pulled him up, but didn’t let go of his hands this time.

His hands were barely warmer than Jungkook’s, but they were comforting all the same. Jimin started skating backwards, his feet going in alternating C-shaped movements while he constantly checked over his shoulder for other skaters. At first they were just slowly weaving their way in between the crowd, but then Jimin started speeding up, hands tightening their grip on Jungkook’s.

“Will you stop putting your feet like that? It makes you a thousand times heavier to drag.” Jimin chuckled. “Well, on the bright side, it looks like you’ve figured out how to stop.”

“This is how you stop?” Jungkook tried exaggerating the slight triangle shape his feet were forming, which did not go as expected.

The front of his skates collided into each other, managing to trip him, which caused him to tumble straight into Jimin. To make matters worse, when Jimin tried to hold him up, that made their skates crash together and it knocked the both of them down.

And that’s how Jimin ended up splayed on top of him, head resting on his chest. Jungkook couldn’t really feel the pain from falling or the iciness under his thick jacket, not when there was the warmth of Jimin there.

“Sorry…” He tried to lift his head a bit to look at the brunette. “Are you okay?”

“Jungkook, are you okay?” Jimin met his eyes. “Did you hit your head? How’s your tailbone? Gosh, I should get off of you. It must hurt enough already.”

Jimin made a move to carefully climb over him, but just got pulled down again.

“No, wait,” Jungkook murmured. Brushing his thumb over Jimin’s bottom lip, he hesitated just a second before bringing his mouth down and sealing them over the other’s.

Jimin’s lips were cold but the warmness of his mouth made up for it. The warmth of everything about him, especially when his cheeks heated up even more.

“…maybe you did hit your head.” Jimin murmured shyly when they pulled apart, looking away as he rolled off of him.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed, sitting up on the ice. Now that Jimin’s warmth was gone, he could feel the frigid surface beneath his butt. But nothing seemed to explain why kissing Jimin had just felt so right, even if it was all a part of their plan. “Maybe…”

“Get up,” a hand reached out for him, and if it weren’t for how cold his butt was, he would be tempted to pull Jimin back down again. He took Jimin’s hand and put one blade down on the ice, before carefully shifting his weight and setting the other one down.

One hand tightened around his, guiding him forward slowly, not letting go for the rest of the time they spent on the ice.

Jungkook can’t say he regretted the decision to go skating, despite having fallen all too many times. There was no complaining when Jimin’s hand stayed glued to his the whole day, even its coldness providing warmth in some way.

The square was crowded by the time they arrived close to midnight. People were bundled up and huddled together in the below freezing temperatures, swaying just slightly as they watched the performances on stage. The music was loud and Jungkook could feel the bass vibrate through his whole body.

With Jimin’s hand in his, they weaved their way through the sea of people and found a spot closer to the center of the square.

“There are only ten minutes left until we ring in the New Year! Do you have your wishes and resolutions ready?” the MC on stage announced. “We’re going to have one last performance before we start the countdown. For this one, everyone get your phones out and let’s light up the night together!”

From the large screen at the front, he could see the crowd of people with their phone flashlights on, waving them slowly with the beat of the soft ballad playing in the background. It was beautiful, like what he imagined fireflies to look like, and the glow that was created together gave a sense of unity.  

Jungkook snuck a peek at Jimin sideways, finding him focusing in awe at all the lights, mouth slightly agape and eyes unblinking. He looked peaceful, and almost ethereal with the dots of light casted across his face. Maybe he was staring for too long—since the more you stare at things, the more different they tend to look—but for a second, Jimin’s features just seemed to glow. The slope of his nose, his sharp chin, the slight puff of his eyelids…when had they become so unfamiliar? He almost looked like a completely different person from when they first met when they were just kids, and trying to figure out what had changed made Jungkook’s heart pound faster.

“Make a wish,” Jimin whispered right when the clock struck, indicating that midnight had arrived. Then there were fireworks blasting loudly, multitudes of colour exploding into the sky, lighting up the night until their dying streaks dissolved into nothingness.

That’s what it would’ve looked like, but Jungkook hadn’t been paying attention to any of that. He didn’t care about missing it, because for him, all of his senses were focused on one thing.

For him, there was only the person in front of him existing in the world at this moment. There was only Jimin’s soft mouth meeting his, the coldness of the air between them seemingly melting as it changed into the warmness of their breath. There was the way Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, making him feel just as close as without the fluffiness of their jackets. And there were Jimin’s lips, just slightly chapped but meshing against his so delicately all the same, as if every small movement was deliberate, sweetly and tenderly. It made his head spin, as if he was falling again back on that skating rink. Like he was falling into Jimin’s arms again, and Jungkook knew that he’d be there to catch him.

It was Jimin who broke the kiss first to come up for air, though they never moved an inch farther than they had to.

“And this is what a New Year’s kiss is like,” Jimin whispered, a small but brilliant smile lighting up his whole face. There was a faint blush across his cheeks, perhaps from being outside in the cold for too long, perhaps from other reasons, and Jungkook wanted nothing more than to kiss him again.

Jungkook lowered his head just slightly and pressed his lips against Jimin’s once more, just as softly. He felt Jimin melt into him, lips parting, and so he slowly deepened the kiss until his senses were filled with nothing but Jimin Jimin Jimin.

They’d walked out of the square, hand in hand with only the blissfulness stretching the silence between them. The holiday lights seemed to become fuzzy dots blending together, casting a soft glow in every direction. It made Jimin’s brown hair look even more beautiful, and Jungkook gently brushed the dancing snowflakes out of it with his fingers.

“What did you wish for?” Jungkook asked. His heart was still racing, and he still felt the dopamine in his system. It was like seeing the world through a different coloured glass, some pretty kind of glass that simultaneously blurred the world yet gave a sense of clarity.

“Hmm,” Jimin looked away, “for you to finally get a girlfriend this year.”

The glass shattered. “W-what?”

“It’s about time you get one.”

“Jimin, really?” Jungkook frowned.

The shorter boy looked back with a smirk on his face. “Chill. They say that if you reveal your wish, it won’t come true.” He paused. “So, I guess that’s kind of unfortunate for you.”

Jungkook stayed silent, trying to avoid glaring at his best friend by looking away. Whatever magical moment they had was now broken, and he couldn’t help but want to go back to where they were.

Jimin ran a thumb over Jungkook’s bottom lip, tilting his jaw down to make him look at him. “Why, what did you wish for?”

That you didn’t have to leave for school tomorrow.

That maybe time could freeze, and we’d be able to stay just like this.

That we would be together forever.

“Nothing.”

Days went by and people were going back to their normal, daily lives. Jungkook was back at school, starting a new term of subjects that he didn’t care too much about, talking to people he didn’t really want to know about.

It felt strangely silent in his life, almost uncomfortably empty. Lonely. Jimin had moved back to his dorm on his university campus, and the messages between them quickly grew sparse. Although it wouldn’t be long before they saw each other again for the Lunar New Year, Jungkook felt like something was off, and decided to call him one day.

Three rings was what it took before Jimin finally picked up the phone. Jungkook sighed in relief when he did, wanting to dive straight into the endless conversations they used to have not long ago.

“Hey,” he said quietly, though unable to stop the slight lilt of excitement in his voice.

“Hey.” Jimin replied, sounding distant like he wasn’t quite there. It didn’t quite feel right. Jungkook could feel his pulse speed up even more, and it wasn’t from hearing Jimin’s voice this time, but the twist in his gut that he got.

“How’s school going?” he asked quickly, wanting to shove this feeling of uncertainty down the drain. “I noticed you hadn’t replied to my messages so you must be drowning in work.”

“Mhm,” Jimin hummed. “It’s okay I guess.”

Jungkook picked up right where he left off, not allowing the time for the silences of doubt to start creeping in between the cracks. “Did you join any new clubs? Our anime club over here just picked up again and we’re having this event in celebration of that new skating anime—”

“Jungkook.” The voice at the other end sounded heavy and Jungkook finally stopped his ramble.

“Jimin?”

“Listen, I’m really busy at the moment with all this work.” There was something about Jimin’s voice that made Jungkook’s stomach drop.

“O-oh.” Though it didn’t sound like the truth to him, Jungkook couldn’t do anything but agree. His palms were becoming clammy and his heart felt heavy. Swallowing his worry, he tried to put on a more casual tone, still trying to pretend as if everything was the same. “Is everything okay?”

Jimin was silent for a while, before finally sighing. “Jungkook… I think it’d be best if we gave each other some space.” He then paused, seemingly holding a breath. And Jungkook wanted him to stop there, to somehow freeze time and stop what was probably inevitable now, from happening. “I-I told myself that New Year’s Eve was going to be the last time…Jungkook, it’s a new year; it’s a new chance to make a change, to show the world a new you.”

Jungkook pulled out from his thoughts when a single droplet of salt hit his tongue, and that’s when he realized there were tears blurring his vision and slipping down his face already.

“…and maybe it’ll be the year you finally get a girlfriend.”

He didn’t even hear the rest, if Jimin had said anything else at all, before he was throwing his phone across the room. There was probably a thud or a crash when it landed, but he couldn’t hear it over the sound of his own uncontrollable sobbing. He didn’t even remember another time when he’d cried this much, but his tear ducts must’ve had a mind of their own because they just wouldn’t stop.

And it hurt.

It hurt so much.

He thought back to the New Year’s kiss that night, under the fireworks. Was that what it was—a goodbye kiss? One so sweet and tender, filled with just a glimmer of all of the unsaid words and hidden feelings that had always lingered just beneath the surface. Was that why it was so different—because he knew it would be the last?

If anyone would’ve asked him just a few weeks ago, if it was possible to feel so much, he would’ve told them to stop bullshitting because it’s definitely not possible.

No, it wasn’t possible until this mess happened. It’s like everything he’d experienced within the past few weeks was all leading up to this moment, to the moment where it’d all be suddenly ripped away from him.

If he’d imagined all of the reasons stated in Jimin’s voice before, now it was a brutal awakening in his own voice:

And this is what a breakup feels like.

That was it. The final reason why he should get a girlfriend—because now, he didn’t even have Jimin.

When his parents had asked to meet his girlfriend, in a spur of sadness, Jungkook had told them everything. How he had lied about having a girlfriend, how he only did it because he hadn’t wanted to meet this Soljin person. He hadn’t mentioned anything about his plan with Jimin, because what was the point of that plan anyway? It had failed miserably and caused their friendship to fall apart just like that. The things he felt while “dating” Jimin had been wonderful, but to lose him entirely because of it…

He told his parents that he was agreeing to the blind date with Soljin. Jungkook had told himself that he should at least try this out, that it would be good for him. But deep inside he knew it was just a buffer to temporarily save him from the thoughts constantly eating away at him.

Anything to feel slightly less lonely, right?

It was at a casual cafe where they were supposed to meet, a small and cozy place that had the smell of espresso clinging to the air. The abstract art on the wall almost reminded him of the coffee shop on campus that he used to go to with Jimin…

“Hey, Soljin,” Jungkook greeted quietly, when he spotted her, forcing a tiny smile on his face so that he doesn’t seem rude when all he wanted to do was to run and hide from the world.

Remember, I’m supposed to want this. He already showed me enough reasons why I should want this.

“Hi, Jungkook,” Soljin sat down in the seat across from him, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

They got to sip their drinks in silence, neither one of them looking straight at the other.

“So um—”

“I have—”

Jungkook stopped, gesturing for her to go first.

“So I know that our parents actually set us up to meet here today,” she spun her cup in small circles hesitantly, “but I actually already have… someone I love.” Her last words were quiet and if there had been the slightest of noise in the room, he might not have heard.

“O-oh.” Jungkook didn’t know if he should be relieved that he didn’t have to bother with this whole blind date thing, or if he should be disappointed that he will, once again, be unsuccessful in the field of dating.

Soljin grimaced, taking another sip of her drink. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but I thought it would be best if we could be straight up with each other.”

“Wait, then do your parents know about…” Jungkook gestured vaguely, unable to find the words to describe what kind of weird situation they were in at the moment.

Her shoulders slightly slouched at his words, and she let out a small sigh. “Well, I broke up with him a while ago, and when my parents found out, they wanted to help me move on.” She chuckled bitterly. “I guess you could say it hasn’t been working out very well.”

“Because you still love him?”

“Yeah. I’m regretting the decision every day.”

Jungkook frowned. “Then why did you do it?”

“He was moving out of the country for an internship, and I knew that the long-distance thing doesn’t usually work out well.” She pursed her lips in thought. “I thought it was for the best.”

“Maybe sometimes it’s more important to follow your heart than your mind.” Jungkook said thoughtfully.

She sighed. “I know that now. At the time I was just thinking about how terrible it’d be without him beside me. There’d be no one to tease and argue with, no one to talk about your deepest thoughts and worries with, no one to do everything with and to enjoy life with.” She gazed out the window. “And I wasn’t sure I was ready to face the world alone. But here I am, after all.”

Jungkook’s mind trailed off, picturing all of the things as she spoke. It was like the time when Jimin had asked him why he didn’t need a girlfriend, and he had replied saying that he only needed his best friend. Because they were practically the same thing anyway.

Because he couldn’t imagine doing any of those things with someone who wasn’t Jimin. And that’s when he realized.

Jimin didn’t give him a list of reasons he should get a girlfriend at all.

Jimin gave him a list of reasons why he was already in love with him. A list of reasons why he doesn’t need anyone else but Jimin, of why Jimin was the only person he wanted to be with.

“Jungkook, you have that look on your face.” Soljin commented, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“I-I- sorry.”

“No, don’t be. You seemed to be thinking about something really hard. It must’ve been important.”

“I—yeah. There’s this guy,” he paused, thinking carefully about what to say next, “and we were really close. As in, best friends. But then somewhere along the way, it seemed like maybe we had something there wasn’t a label for anymore. And it was great. But then…” he stopped, gesturing at nothing once again.

“Sometimes I think people are almost like charges. They may attract each other, but then when they get too close, sometimes they’ll end up repelling each other.”

“That sounds depressing.” Jungkook sighed, starting to slowly move his cup around in circles too.

“But the thing is, when the charges repel, they’ll always get far enough to be attracted to each other again.”

“What are you saying?” He tried to read her expression.

“That there might be a second chance.”

A second chance. The words echoed through his mind and with it, the imagery of Jimin’s smile, his fluffy hair, his melodic giggle. There was his gentle touch, how he would always put Jungkook first, and the way he would bend over when laughing hard at something stupid Jungkook said.

“Thanks, Soljin… I think I know what you’re talking about now,” he said awkwardly, suddenly stopping the swirling of his cup. It felt like a conclusion, since clearly their blind “date” wasn’t going to work out the way it was expected to go. He stood up. “You know, you were wrong about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You said you weren’t ready to be alone in the world. But I think you are. Because you got here by choice.”

Soljin nodded, gave him a sad smile in return. “But you’re not here by choice. Go get him back before it’s too late.”

Jungkook knew where to find him. In a few hours, he’d successfully made the trek over to Jimin’s university, and was standing outside of his dorm room.

He’d come too far just to back out of it now. He’d have to get him back. He needed his best friend. No, not just any best friend. Jimin was someone far too significant to him to be just a best friend now. And it took him this long to realize it.

Tentatively, he knocked on the door. The sound of his knuckles against the thick wood seemed to echo through the hall in the dense silence surrounding him.

No answer.

“Jimin?” He knocked again, a little harder this time. “Jimin, it’s me, open up…please.” The sentence ended in a whisper as if his voice was stuck in his throat.

Still, there was no answer.

Jungkook sighed, slumping against the door. If Jimin wasn’t home, he would wait until he was. If he wasn’t answering the door, then Jungkook would wait until he had to leave the house for class or something.

He’d wait for him.

This was waiting for the one.

He’s not sure how much time had passed, when the door finally swung open, and startled him out of his mind. He’s not sure if he’d been sleeping or simply awake, lost in the realms of his own thoughts. Perhaps he’d been drifting somewhere in between.

“Jungkook?” a shaky voice cut through the silence. “W-what are you doing here?”

Jungkook watched as the familiar figure stood by the door, eyes still blinking away the sleep that had been there. There was something else about those eyes, though, that he almost didn’t recognize Jimin. They were a bit puffy and the redness around the rims was clear, and there was some sort of cloudiness that wasn’t as simple as sleepiness.

Jimin looked sad.

“I-I had to talk to you.” Jungkook stood up. A little too quickly, for he was stumbling straight into the shorter boy.

“Wh—” Jimin caught him, but Jungkook proceeded to pull him into a tight hug.

“Jimin, you can’t do this to me.” He tightened his grip even more around the other’s waist, as if trying to pull them infinitely closer. As if a gesture like that might make everything right again and that even the universe would consider them as one. “I’ve missed you so much. Don’t leave me.”

“Jungkook.” As he pulled back, there was a slight softening in his eyes, revealing the Jimin that Jungkook knew best. There was the fondness in the depths again, but it was different in that he had never seen Jimin so vulnerable.

Maybe he had never quite noticed the walls that Jimin had put up all this time. How despite being his best friend, how much did he truly even know about him? How so much of their friendship as of late had been about helping Jungkook find himself that he hadn’t even noticed what Jimin had been feeling, had been hiding. But now it seemed like they were all crashing down.

And he wished that he’d seen all the signs earlier, because it was only now that he was completely sure. Sure that he wasn’t the only one who wanted this.

“Jungkook.” A sad smile. “I-I…” He trailed off, eyes flickering away from the taller boy’s face. “I can’t do this.”

“I know, Jimin. You’ve already given you enough reasons.”

A flash of pain through those soulful eyes.

“But those reasons did nothing except for showing me that I’m in love with you, okay?” Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand, holding onto it and lacing their fingers together. “Remember this? You promised to never let go.”

“And this,” he brushed his other thumb lightly over Jimin’s bottom lip, “this was just ours. And this.” He leaned in slowly and gently pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Jimin, you’ve given me all the reasons to why I don’t need a girlfriend. Even from the beginning, that’s what I said, but it took me until now to realize it. It’s not just a best friend that I need. I just need you. Just you, damn it, it’s always been you.”

“You’re so cheesy, Jeon,” he muttered, glancing up at Jungkook through his lashes, a pale pink ghosting his cheeks.

“But you love it?” He felt his heart skip a beat, a glimmer of hope slowly coming back.

Jimin smiled softly. “Yeah…I do.”

And that was all they needed for the distance between them to diminish once again, as if it was never there at all.

“Hey Mom, Dad,” Jungkook started quietly. “We have some news to break to you guys, actually.”

“Oh, how are things between you two? Is everything going well?” Jungkook’s mother gave a nod of acknowledgement as she continued stirring the soup.

“Actually, that’s not what we wanted to talk about…” He paused. “Well—”

Soljin cut him off. “We wanted to tell you guys that we actually haven’t been dating each other, because both of us are already in love with other people.” When Jungkook met her eyes, she gave him a reassuring smile. Confident and brilliant.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook’s father peeped into the living room.

“When we met for the first time, we both knew that it wasn’t going to work between us. Because we both already had people that we love.” Soljin answered.

“But you said that you didn’t really have a girlfriend, Jungkook?”

“I wanted to tell you guys. I’m,” he took a deep breath, “actually dating Jimin.”

There seemed to be a silence in the room and he didn’t even know he was holding his breath, awaiting the dreaded reactions of his parents.

“Jimin? As in that sweet boy you’ve known all these years? Your best friend, Jimin?” His mother turned off the stove and walked over to the living room, where everyone else was.

“Y-yeah. Park Jimin.” Jungkook pulled Jimin over from where he’d been standing by the doorway. He flashed a smile and gave a small wave at Jungkook’s parents.

“Oh honey, you shouldn’t be afraid of telling us. We told you that we will support you no matter what, as long as you’re happy! You weren’t really thinking that we’d want you and Soljin to get married or something, right?” His mother paused, still smiling. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I mean, if you wanted to.”

Soljin laughed. “That’s okay, I’m good.”

“Besides, Jimin is a really nice kid. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from him.” His father grinned, reaching over to pat Jungkook on the back.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Sure, he’s so nice,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yah, what are you talking about?” Jimin elbowed him lightly, shooting him a dull look that contradicted the slight smirk playing at his lips.

Dinner went by smoothly, with conversation easy and relaxed between everyone. Jungkook’s parents were happy for him, Soljin and Hoseok were back together and content with their lives. Jimin and Jungkook were in their normal bickering state. It was almost difficult to imagine being anything else, for this just felt so natural, as if this was the only way they could be.

Fingers intertwined and knees brushing, he knew that Jimin gave him enough reasons.

Reasons to love him.

[jikook-love]

shatterproof

jikook | rating: m | words: 5k  

Ice, as was Jungkook’s heart, and sunlight, as is Jimin’s love. Together in moderation, they enhance each other’s beauty, glistening in the presence of one another and reflecting upon each other to create the most mesmerizing, enchanting glow. But when taken to extremities, destruction is inevitable. 

jikook kissmas day fic for @jeonasskook (ao3) 

The frigid air bit away at Jeon Jungkook’s bare lips and fingers, though he had lost perception a while ago.

It was already 2 am, the wallowing darkness doing nothing to ease his loneliness and heartache. The pure white flakes of snow were falling so gently, calmly, but the sight of them only seemed to bring back bittersweet memories that were long gone by now.

Merry Christmas indeed… Jungkook sighed, his breath materializing in the cold. He thread his bare fingers through the snow, unwary of the tingling on his fingertips as he leaned his back against the lamppost he had been sitting by. It was not a good night to be outside: the breeze was gentle yet frigid and chilled to the bone. He gazed up to the somber sky, his long, dark bangs matted against his forehead, shielding his eyes. It was pathetic, in reality, to be abandoned and homeless on a holiday meant for warmth and happiness.

Though in his way, perhaps he deserved it.

It was his punishment.

The relationship had lasted for over a year, and for a while, the both of them were relatively satisfied. An agreement of equal exchange, conceived by a mutual case of broken hearts. One person had been rejected by someone who had feelings for another. The other had ended a short but passionate relationship with the one who was supposed to be the love of his life. Naturally, they came to each other and comforted each other, the comfort eventually evolving into what was mistaken as romance: a mistake that was only brutally realized right before Christmas started.

The words echoed in Jungkook’s mind.

“You’re a selfish bastard, you know that?! Have you ever once thought of me as a lover?”

His world had caved in from the moment those words were uttered. It was as if everything they had accomplished together up to that point had been meaningless, to the point where one person felt as if they were being used. It was terrifying, cruel even, to suggest that a person could do that to a loved one.

But in that moment, to Jungkook’s own horror, he found he could not deny it.

And before he knew it, he had left. Lost within his own intentions and plagued by the guilt before him, Jungkook had packed up the few possessions he had left in that apartment and left. And now he sat, abandoned, homeless, with no place to go, all because he couldn’t sufficiently work out his emotions.

“While you were with me…you were still always thinking of him, weren’t you?”

Jungkook’s heart clenched when he’d heard those words for the first time. He remember how speechless he’d been. And all that time he’d thought he had hid it all so well. The lingering feeling of touches and whispers of love from his past past lover that seemed so vivid, as if it was yesterday.

After all, he was supposed to be the love his life.

“Park Jimin,” he whispered the name he still remembered, the name he had called so many times in a million different ways. He raised his frozen hand up to the night sky and gazed at it, recalling how nicely their hands had fit together, the feeling of Jimin’s smaller palms in his large grip. The loneliness was making him weaker than usual. His heart ached to no means as memories started cascading through his mind, collapsing his will.

Hmm, I really must be a bad person…I just broke up with someone yet I’m yearning for a different person.

“Jimin…Jimin-ah…” He called the familiar name out for comfort’s sake, not caring that he looked like a nutcase by the roadside. All of a sudden, Jungkook wanted to see him with a burning desire in his heart. He didn’t need anything else right now, he only wanted to see Jimin. He was the only person that could relieve him now.

Feeling more distressed than ever, Jungkook pulled out his phone and gazed longingly at the screen. He’d deleted Jimin’s number a long time ago, for good reason.

Unfortunately for him, he’d interacted with the number so many times that he still knew it by heart, even over a year later.  

Hesitantly, he pressed the numbers into his keypad with his frozen fingers. His finger hovered over the call button, wondering if he should really do it. It wasn’t too late to forget about it all, and continue moving on with their lives, just as they’d done for the past year.

Maybe he just won’t pick up…he probably still doesn’t have my number, right?

He pressed the button. The dialling tone mocked him with its suspense.

Click.

“…Jungkook? Is that you?”

Jungkook felt his breath hitch in his throat.

“Jimin-ah…I—I…it’s an emergency…”Jungkook breathed into the phone.

Hmm. Maybe I really am a bad person after all…

 ~three years ago~

Jungkook wasn’t really sure why he’d agreed to go.

Come to the high school reunion, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. The bitter thoughts ran through his mind as he remained a wallflower, sourly sipping on his fruit punch as he watched his old classmates.

 On the surface, it looked as if they were having the time of their lives, but in reality, all they really wanted to do was one up each other in their achievements. And since Jungkook had nothing he really wanted to brag about, he found he couldn’t care less. He’d gotten tired of the trivial “long time no see”s a while ago.

Jungkook raised his cup to his thin lips and tilted the plastic container, realizing that he’d emptied it before he’d even noticed. Letting no one but himself hear another long, exaggerated sigh, Jungkook peeled himself off the wall and headed over for refills. In the midst of his mindless walk, Jungkook managed to precariously bump into someone with his shoulder.

“Ow—!”

“Sorry I—!”

Jungkook paused. That voice is…awfully familiar.

Cautiously, Jungkook looked up to see the person he least wanted to bump into.

“Jimin,” Jungkook barely breathed. “…long time no see, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Jimin agreed, an air of awkwardness lingering though the air. “It really has been.”

They paused, not sure whether to brush past each other and continue on their own ways as before or let their curiosities make the better of them. Jungkook shifted his eyes. Jimin had barely changed these past years, externally. Sure, he possessed a certain new air of maturity around him that they all had by now—well, most of them—but he still gave off that same feeling from high school, more or less. Friendly and kind, yet intimidating.

“So…how’s the post-secondary life been?” Jungkook tried to smile naturally.

“Great,” Jimin replied stiffly. “I’m learning a lot of new things.”

Silence. Again. A silence that indicated these weren’t really the questions they wanted to ask each other.

“You wanna grab a drink together?” Jimin asked suddenly.

“Yeah sure, why not,” Jungkook answered, knowing he had nothing better to do anyways. And judging by the way he was feeling a bit compressed, he could use a worthwhile distraction.

Jungkook was about to head back, when he felt a pat on his shoulder. He turned around to see Jimin tilting his head towards the backyard patio.

“Wanna talk outside, actually?” Jimin asked. “It’s getting kind of stuffy in here.”

Jungkook merely stared at Jimin, stunned by the spontaneous offer…though he would've been lying if he said the surprise hadn't a subliminally pleasant one.

"Um, sure, I guess," Jungkook answer. "Why not?"

Quietly, and almost obediently, Jungkook followed Jimin past the crowd and towards the back door of the house. Jungkook stepped out onto the patio after had Jimin pushed the sliding doors open, slightly jostled by the unexpected evening breeze. The sun had barely set below the horizon, and it was abnormally cool, reminiscent of the early days of spring.

“Ooh, it’s nice outside,” Jimin spoke Jungkook’s mind. Jungkook tried to remember if it had always been like that back then, and much to his dismay, he couldn’t.

Jungkook awkwardly sipped his drink, trying to buy time to think about what he wanted to say next.

Jimin broke the silence first. “You’ve been doing well, right?” he asked.

Jungkook shrugged. “I’ve been doing alright, I guess.”

“Only alright?” Jimin noted.

“I mean, it gets stressful for everyone, doesn’t it?” Jungkook asked, pausing as he realized something. His lips curved into a casual smile.

“Wait, of course you’re not struggling,” Jungkook continued. “You’re Park Jimin, the honour student. Did you ever even get a mark wrong back then?”

Jimin laughed slightly, prompted memories rushing through his mind. “Well, I suppose life was a lot easier back then.”

“Oh? You’ve become humble now? That’s a change,” Jungkook quipped.

“Excuse you, I was always humble.”

“Ah, that’s more like it.”

It was quiet again, but this time, a nostalgic silence rather than an awkward one. Jimin and Jungkook smiled to themselves without making eye contact, memories of a once pleasant time rushing through their minds:

In the morning, the two of them would occasionally arrange to meet up early before class to "go over their homework" together. They’d end up giggling together as they sat shoulder to shoulder, alone, in the empty hallway in front of their classroom before anyone else arrived;

Lunch breaks used to gather them and what used to be their group of close friends, as they endlessly mocked each other out of fondness and humour that only they seemed to understand;

Afternoons meant staying together after class to work on extra credit with the teacher...when really Jungkook was only finding excuses to be in Jimin’s presence for just that much longer; 

And finally, what Jungkook always thought to be the most sweetened moments of it all, when they would stay up late into the night together way past their regular curfew, messaging each other about random things that ultimately added up to a lot more than mere triviality. It was as if they shared private, special conversations together that no one else knew about. He remembered smiling every time he heard the tone of an arriving message, and for a long time, he was conditioned to feel elated every time he heard that noise.

But of course, over time, the condition slowly became extinct, when Jungkook finally realized that it had all been wishful thinking on his behalf—

“So are you doing anything interesting at school?” Jimin spoke up, interrupting Jungkook’s thoughts once again. “Join any interesting clubs or anything?”

“…well, not really.” Jungkook replied hesitantly. That was a lie. In fact, he did join quite a few things he thought to be interesting—he just thought someone like Jimin wouldn’t think the same. “I suppose you’re going to tell me now about all the great things you’ve achieved as Park Jimin in college?”

Jimin smiled, for some unknown reason. “You may have gone away for a long time but that tone in your voice is still exactly the same, isn’t it?”

“What tone?” Jungkook blinked. “This is my tone.”

“You were funny back then,” Jimin commented.

“Where the hell did that come from?”

Jimin shrugged. “I just thought about it.” 

“Ha. I remember you were a nerd up until the last year,” Jungkook spoke unabashedly. “And then you actually started talking to people. When they actually realized you had a decent personality, you stopped hanging out with us so much.”

“Salty much?” Jimin grinned.

Jungkook faltered. “You say salty now? Whoa.”

Jimin broke into a smile again. “Why? Am I not allowed to say it? Besides, wasn’t that how you felt when you didn’t invite me to your birthday parties for the next few years?”

“We don’t talk about that.”

“I mean, you did confe—”

“I said, we don’t talk about that.”

“Then stop talking about me like I was supposed to be some kind of saint,” Jimin finished.

“You were such a good boy though,” Jungkook teased. “You must be popular now that you’re grown and tall…er.”

“Wow. Cheap shot,” Jimin said, still smiling.

“I complimented you, so accept it,” Jungkook grinned. “I bet you have…girls hanging off your arms and everything now, don’t you?” Jungkook failed to leave the hesitation out of his words.

“Well…”

“I see your ego hasn’t changed.”

“Can you calm down? I haven’t even said anything yet,” Jimin defended himself.

“I feel like the answer is inevitable,” Jungkook retorted.

“Really? What would say if I told you I’m actually feeling kind of lonely recently?”

“Recently. Define recently.”

“Like…for a while now?”

“…and you’re telling me this because?”

Jimin paused, seemingly deep in thought as he gazed upwards, almost poetically. Jungkook was torn between whether to keep staring or to slap Jimin out of it.

Abruptly, turned his gaze back towards Jungkook, catching him off guard. He noticeably hitched a breath as they properly made eye contact for the first time that night…and for the first time in a long, long while. All at once, a rush of emotions swarmed Jungkook, and he found his heart lurching in the way it always did when he looked at Jimin back then. And now, again, after so long, it seemed so right just to forcefully gaze deeper, purposely getting lost into those deep brown irises so that he could convince himself of his delusions once again.

“Hey Jungkook…how long are you going to be in town for?” Jimin asked.

“I dunno…why?” came Jungkook’s response.

“It’d be nice to…never mind.” Jimin stopped short of himself. Jungkook’s heart sank, just as it did so many times before when it came to Park Jimin.

But he caught his breath when Jimin looked as if he were about to speak again. “Are you still going to be on here next Friday?”

“…most likely.”

Jungkook watched Jimin carefully. He hadn’t seen him like this before. Jimin had always been so confident, so sure of himself in high school—never flustered like this.

“Wanna come hang out with me?” Jimin asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

“What?” Jungkook was sure he must’ve heard wrong.

Jimin sighed. “Are you really gonna make me repeat myself?”

“Well, I’m kind of allowed to, aren’t I? You rejected me first.”

“I’m s—! Wait, why should I have to apologize? People change! Feelings change!”

“Why should I go out with you now? After you tormented me for all those years?”

“Because I…haven’t really stopped thinking about you since.”

The words spilled out of Jimin’s mouth before he could hold it back. Jungkook could only stare. It was so cliché, but suddenly, it was all that he ever wanted.

Jungkook felt his heart thump violently in his chest, an indication of what it thought to be the right answer.

Also, for the first time in his life, he had the upper hand against Park Jimin.

It really was all he had ever wanted in life.

Slowly, but precariously, Jungkook’s face cracked into a smile despite himself. It was almost pitiful to see Jimin like this.

“Jungkook?” Jimin tried to confirm a response.

Jungkook let out a long sigh before he gave Jimin the answer he wanted:

“I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?”

The words echoed in Jungkook’s mind, as if it’d only been yesterday. He slammed his head back against the lamp post yet another time, breathing out another pained sigh. His phone laid abandoned next to his chilled hands, already partially covered in white flakes of snow.

No, he hadn’t regretted it, not at all…not in the beginning at least.

He remembered that Friday night, as vividly as ever, when his high school crush came to pick him up for a date like something out of a wild romantic fantasy. They talked and joked as they always had, with no inhibition and no restraints, their compatibility having failed to wane, despite years of being apart.

It was the night of dreams, so surreal that Jungkook wondered what he’d done to deserve it all. It was as if Jimin knew exactly what Jungkook had wanted, and reciprocated it all to him: a night of adventure, sweetness, kisses and passion.

They both knew they were deep in love at some point: it seemed as obvious as their existence. Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook; their names, their hobbies, their interests, their preferences—everything seemed to meld together nicely. They were practically attached by the hip, going everywhere together and never leaving each other’s sides. For a while, people even coined them as the couple of ideals, wishing they could find a love as unconditional and harmonious as theirs.

But then somewhere along the way, the puzzle pieces that had once fit together so well started falling apart. The chemistry that was once so fundamental to their relationship precipitated into a sort of dry, stale substance that seemed more and more irksome to deal with as time passed by.

And slowly, ever so subtly, Jimin was changing.

What was once the bubbly and kind-hearted boy who had once won over Jungkook’s heart had become an unreadable, impenetrable wall. Jungkook didn’t know what it was that made him like that, and didn’t dare question Jimin whenever he came home with a disappointed look in his eyes. Gradually, they spoke less and less, fought more often than not, until one day, Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore.

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” Jungkook had said. The words acted as a threshold for their breaking point and they decided to part ways, broken and confused about everything that had occurred between them.

Were there even happy moments? It was hard to remember. Was it falling out of love? Or something else entirely?

But he knew one thing was for sure: it was that he had lied to himself when he thought he could ever find something better than his love with Jimin.

Jungkook shivered, the cold finally getting to him at long last. He bunched himself within his jacket as he gripped tighter into the material, his fingers already faintly losing colour.  

At this rate it really is going to become an emergency.

He stared longingly at his abandoned phone yet another time, hoping it would ring, or do anything to indicate that someone was coming for him. In his deliriousness, he had somehow managed to ramble out his approximate location before hanging up, and now all that was left to do was wait.

But what did Jungkook even expect to happen, even if Jimin did come?

Did he want Jimin to come running and sweep him off his feet once again? Did he even want to get back together with Jimin anymore, despite how much he’d regretted it the first time? As well, who knew how much more Park Jimin would’ve changed in their time apart, and whether Jungkook could tolerate any more of their differences.

But for some reason, as his mind grew hazier and hazier from the cold and tiredness, Jungkook realized that Jimin was the only person he wanted to see at that moment, the only person his heart ached for, the only one who could—

“Jungkook?”

Jungkook gasped despite himself. No way. It couldn’t be. It had to be a hallucination. He must be—

“Oh my god, Jungkook! Are you alright?!”

The voice cut through the air like a knife, and the blazing face burst out of the misty white like a dream. Jungkook felt the gloved hands wrap around his own face, checking to see if it was alright, checking to see if he was still breathing.

No way. He’s here…he’s really here.

There he was, in his full guise, Park Jimin as Jungkook had remembered him. His face was tinged red from the merciless breeze and his usually neat, black hair messy from the wind. And those passionate eyes—that Jungkook had always thought were pretty, but never once said aloud—were widened in terror and confusion, worried and doting over him as they had before.

“Jimin…Jimin-ah...” Jungkook could barely breathe as he reached up to touch the newcomer’s hands. Ah, that feeling… “You actually came. I can’t believe you…” He wanted to cry, but some reason, his tears wouldn’t come out.

His words became lost as he tried to make sense of everything. Was this reality? Did Jimin really come to rescue him again after all these years?

 “Jimin…Jimin…” he kept calling, not worrying about his condition any longer. Why should he? When all the warmth, his source of light, all he had ever desired in that moment was right in front of him. He wrapped his arms around Jimin, trying to feel the embrace that he had subconsciously missed for so long. When he felt it wasn’t enough, he pulled the lapels of Jimin’s coat towards and nuzzled his face into the chest that was once so familiar.

He vaguely heard the sound of Jimin’s voice, beckoning him to get up, asking if he’d lost his mind.

Ah…I have nothing left to lose anymore.

Acting on complete impulse, Jungkook tugged on Jimin’s coat a lot harder this time and pressed his stiff, thin lips against Jimin’s warmer, plump ones. And immediately, he felt a sense of rejuvenation course through him, as if a certain thirst of his had been satiated after so long. In a way, in made sense: he had been abandoned and thrown out into the streets…was it so wrong to indulge in the love that seem to fall into his arms in that moment?

Jungkook pushed forwards, trying to deepen the kiss, searching for the fulfillment from those past years. 

But to his surprise, Jimin pulled away.

Wait, what— As he caught Jimin’s eyes, he realized they were laden with a strange melancholy that Jungkook still couldn’t interpret.

“Jimin? Why do you look so sad?” he asked like a child.

“Jungkook, please stop,” Jimin spoke slowly. “I didn’t come for…for this. I only came because I thought you were in danger.”

“What?” Jungkook said, eyes dilating.

“Jungkook, I—I’m…”Jimin seemed to have difficulty squeezing his words out.

“Oppa, is everything okay?”

A new voice.

A female’s voice.

A new silhouette.

The appearance of a pair of large eyes and a pretty face.

Oh.

Jungkook stared as he realized what he had just done. There Jimin was….and there she was.

Of course.

He awaited the searing, destructive pain that would erupt in his chest. The pain that would cause him to break down completely, like jagged edges tearing through soft, unprotected tissue.

But as he kept watching them looking back at him, he felt…nothing.

Am I…invulnerable now?

Jungkook looked onwards with empty eyes, watched her as she moved forwards to check if he was alright, gesturing for her partner to take him to their car. Limply, Jungkook finally obliged, even if he had been so stubborn with Jimin only seconds before.

As he sat in the backseat of their car, he kept the same blank expression. As he barely heard their concerns from the front seat, he realized that he still felt nothing and he couldn’t explain it. Even as he stared at her well-defined profile from the side, he found he bore no resentment, nor jealousy, which was quite unlike himself.

And when they finally dropped him off at a safe place near his home, he didn’t dare look back, for fear of what might erupt out of him if he did.

But even when Jimin called after him, something he couldn’t distinctively hear, there was no anguish, no desire of turning back…nothing.

“I didn’t come for this. I only came because I thought you were in danger.” Jungkook replayed the Jimin’s words in his mind.

He snorted.

“Liar.” Jungkook whispered for no one to hear but himself.

And that’s when he realized: it wasn’t that he had a forged a new barrier, or strengthened himself in anyway.

It was because there was absolutely nothing left to break.

Completely shatterproof.

 ~1 year later~

“Hey, can you pass me the Christmas star?” Hoseok called from atop his ladder.

“Nah, I don’t think he can lift me all the way up there,” Yoongi quipped.

“Stop being useless and get the ornaments on the trees, goddammit,” Hoseok snapped. “Now Jungkook, give me the goddamn star.”

Jungkook sighed, digging though the boxes to find the star.

“Tell me why we have to do this every goddamn year,” Jungkook groaned.

“Hey, stop complaining! You had a great time at our Halloween party and don’t you forget it,” Hoseok said.

“If you define being drunk out of your mind as ‘a good time’,” Seokjin spoke nonchalantly as he passed by with yet another box of ornaments.

“Well it looked fun, ok?” Hoseok retorted to Seokjin who had already left.

“How’s the guest list for this year look anyways?” Yoongi asked.

Hoseok shrugged as he retrieved the star from Jungkook’s hands. “Alright, I guess. It’s a slightly different group from last year I guess, but people are busy at different times so what can we do. Except Namjoon. Namjoon comes every year without fail cause his entire life’s a lie and he's dead inside and needs a place to vent.”

Yoongi laughter echoed through the room. Jungkook, on the other hand, felt completely exhausted already at the thought of having to deal with another social event.

“Yo, by the way, what about Jimin?” Yoongi asked. “I haven’t seen that dude since your sister’s wedding.”

Jungkook’s entire body stiffened at the mention of a name he hadn’t thought about in a year.

“Is he coming this year?” Yoongi finished the question, to which the answer could mean impending doom.

“Yeah, he is.” Hoseok said simply.

Yoongi’s face cracked into a smile again. “What’s up with him? He usually always makes excuses not to come,” he said. “Is he feeling abnormally lonely or something?”

“You might be closer than you think actually.”

“What?”

“Don’t you know?” Hoseok said as he adjusted the star one last time.

“I don’t know anything about that kid, he keeps everything to himself,” Yoongi said pointedly.

“He broke up with his girlfriend around the beginning of the year, around last Christmas actually,” Hoseok explained.

Even Yoongi seemed startled by the news. “What?! He…had a girlfriend?!”

CRASH!

Yoongi and Hoseok whirled their heads around to see that Jungkook had somehow managed to drop a handful of ornaments, the fragmented pieces scattered all over the wooden floor.

“Oi, Jungkook, what happened? Are you okay?” Hoseok spluttered. He was about to come towards Jungkook when the younger boy stopped him.

“It’s okay, I got it,” Jungkook said. “You might get hurt if you step on it by accident.”

“You sure?” Hoseok blinked. “I can give you a hand if you really want.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jungkook affirmed. “Can you go get me a broom?”

“Yeah sure,” Hoseok said right away.

“I’ll get the dustpan,” Yoongi volunteered as a happy excuse to get away from all the tinsel. They both hurried out of the room, leaving Jungkook alone.

Left to his own, Jungkook heaved out a long sigh. It’d been awhile since he’d had that little encounter with Jimin, and he hadn’t seen the other person since.

I’m not going to make the same mistake twice…well, for the third time.

Tired of waiting for Hoseok and Yoongi and looking for a way to distract himself, Jungkook tried to push the broken shards together into one pile so he could easily sweep it up later.

“Ah—!” Jungkook yelped as he felt a sting in his finger, as it'd been sliced open by one of the shards.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“JUNGKOOK! CAN YOU GET THAT?!” came Hoseok’s loud voice from the kitchen. “IT’S PROBABLY JOONIE.”

Jungkook glanced at his finger, wondering if should bandage it now or later. Deciding it wasn’t too deep, he shrugged and made his way to the front door.

He unlocked the door and pulled it open.

The visitor spoke first. “Sorry, hyung, I decided to come a bit early to help because—”

The visitor raised his head to look Jungkook directly in the eye, and the both of them froze as they realized exactly who the other person was.

“Jimin...you came,” Jungkook called his name, almost out of habit.

“Jungkook…” Jimin’s voice replied. Soft. Gentle.

And much to his dismay, for the first time in a long while…

…Jungkook felt that terrifying ache in his chest all over again.

Thank you for the amazing prompts! I really enjoyed finishing this in the end ^^

I hope it was alright :3

[confidenceatitsfinest]

That Christmas Evening Eros

Pairing: Jikook

Length: 3.5k

Description: Jungkook takes a deep breath and braces himself. I can do this. It’s just skating. I can do this. He places the remaining foot on the ice, clinging onto the bar for dear life, and squeezes his eyes shut. He slowly opens them when he feels himself stabilize. He wants to cry in relief at the success of this first step. When he lifts his head again, Jimin is staring at him barely three inches from his face. Jungkook shrieks and promptly loses his hard-worked for balance, landing on his butt.

“Ah, sorry Jungkookie. Did I really scare you that much?” He holds his hand out to help Jungkook up.

OR

Jungkook and Jimin go out on a mini-date on Christmas day that ends up in something more than just innocent cuddles.

Crossposted on AO3

Written @jikook-love who hosted the Jikook Kissmas Fic Exchange with @dyegu! Thank you guys for doing this! It was a lot of fun <3

“We’re going out on a date.”

Jungkook was nearly vibrating in excitement, thoughts running wild at all the possibilities of a date with Jimin. On Christmas day (or evening he muses). Surrounded by fluffy white snow and twinkling lights. It’d be just like all those romantic scenes in dramas that Jimin watched all the time.

He pulled at his hair in an attempt to style it so he looked semi-decent, tongue sticking out in concentration. When Jungkook was finally satisfied, he heard Jimin yell his name from the living room.

“Jungkookie! You ready? It’s time to go!” Jungkook smiled at himself in the mirror one last time before running to where his older boyfriend was.

“Yeah, hyung. Let’s go.” Jimin jumped up from the couch, a bright smile immediately blooming on his face.

“Kookie,” Jungkook froze, “You weren’t thinking of going out in that weather without a coat right?” Jimin had his hands on his hips.

“Oops?” He handed him his coat and the younger took it gratefully.

“Oops is right. I don’t want you getting sick because you got too eager as cute as that is.” Jungkook blushes at his boyfriend’s teasing tone but makes no move to correct him.

They’d eaten an early home-cooked dinner earlier over the soft glow of candle-light and had decided to go out to their favorite café for a spontaneous mini-date. Last minute or not, it would be just as perfect and memorable.

Jimin held his hand as he pulled Jungkook out the door and into the crisp winter air. The coffee shop was a few blocks away and the walk wasn’t too bad. Besides, they had their ways of keeping warm.

They walked quietly, hand-in-hand, enjoying each other’s company. Snow was falling around them and Jungkook couldn’t be happier with his life right now. Walking beside the love of his life while swinging their intertwined hands. Heaven.

Jimin’s thumb was rubbing soft circles onto the back of his hand, humming a tune that Jungkook was familiar with.

“Hyung.” Jimin made a noise of acknowledgement. Jungkook turned to look at him.

“Hyung, I love you.” This simple statement caught Jimin off guard but he regained his composure quickly.

“Love you too. Why the sudden confession, Kook? Did you do something wrong?” Jungkook turned his head to Jimin instantly, an offended look gracing his face.

“Hyung! Can’t I say I love you without you thinking I did something?” Jimin threw his head back and laughed, the sound ringing in the air.

“I’m kidding, kidding. Don’t pout, Jungkookie.” Jimin reached up and ruffled his hair affectionately and the pout melted into a soft smile.

It took a few more minutes for them to reach their favorite coffee shop (“Remember when you ran smack into the door the first time we came here?” “Hyung, we were going on our first date and I was nervous.”) and for Jungkook to gently tug Jimin into the warmth.

Jimin got them a table first while Jungkook ordered their favorite, a vanilla cappuccino with extra whipped cream and a caramel latte.

They sat at their little table, sipping the hot drinks in contentment as soft music completes the atmosphere. It’s Jungkook that reaches over first to hold Jimin’s hand. He can’t resist contact for long after all. Their fingers curl around each other’s so easily, so familiar. It brings instant comfort, Jimin releasing a soft sigh and Jungkook’s posture relaxing.

Jimin suddenly sits up, startling the younger. He stifles a laugh at that shocked wide-eyed look Jungkook sports and pats his hand as an apology.

“Kookie, Kookie, let’s go ice skating!” Jimin points at the ice-skating rink across the street that’s brightly lit with an array of Christmas lights.

“I-ice skating?” Jimin doesn’t notice the nervous tremor in his voice or his rapidly darting eyes.

“Yeah! It’ll be fun! Come on, finish this up quickly and let’s go!”

Jungkook wanted to suggest they do something else, but he saw the excited sparkle in Jimin’s eyes and couldn’t bear to take that away from him. He nods quietly and finishes his drink before allowing the older boy to lead him to the family-owned ice-skating rink. Jimin rents them both shoes, beaming the whole time they tie their shoelaces, and pulls on Jungkook’s wrist until his blade touches the ice. While he’s already skating off to the far side, Jungkook looks at the reflective surface warily. He grips the side bar tightly before placing a careful foot on the ice. He nearly falls flat on his face just from the first second on the ice and now, he just wants to turn back time and hide the rink from Jimin’s view.

“Kookie! Come over here! What are you waiting for?” His boyfriend is waving him over, hands flapping in the air, and Jungkook winces.

“Coming hyung!” His voice wavers into a pitiful wobble at the end and he resists the urge to hide his face in his hands.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and braces himself. I can do this. It’s just skating. I can do this. He places the remaining foot on the ice, clinging onto the bar for dear life, and squeezes his eyes shut. He slowly opens them when he feels himself stabilize. He wants to cry in relief at the success of this first step. When he lifts his head again, Jimin is staring at him barely three inches from his face. Jungkook shrieks and promptly loses his hard-worked for balance, landing on his butt.

“Ah, sorry Jungkookie. Did I really scare you that much?” He holds his hand out to help Jungkook up.

“Just a little…” He grasps Jimin’s hand carefully and tries to get up, but the blades of his ice skates slip out from underneath him and he ends up pulling Jimin down with him. He lets out a small yelp on the way down before they both groan at the collision.

“Sorry, hyung.” This is exactly the reason why he didn’t want to go ice skating. A pool of potentially humiliating situations. That’s what this is.

Jimin gets up first, brushing his knees, “It’s fine, this happens. No big deal. Come on let’s go!” Jungkook reverts his gaze back to the ice in hopes that if he stares hard enough, he’ll suddenly be able to skate. Jimin notices his hesitation and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. His eyes widen as the answer to Jungkook’s reluctance crosses his mind.

“Jungkookie…perhaps…do you not know how to skate?” The younger flinches and Jimin has his answer.

Jimin doesn’t say anything further because Jungkook already looks supremely embarrassed and he doesn’t want to cause Jungkook to hide in his shell again.

“That’s okay, I can teach you. It’ll be fun!” His voice is gentle, coaxing Jungkook to listen to him.

“Okay, hyung.” Jimin smiles. It’s endearing how much trust Jungkook puts in him and he doesn’t plan on giving that trust up anytime soon. He holds his hand out again, an offer to help the younger up.

Jungkook accepts but grabs on to the side bar too just to make sure the previous accident didn’t happen again.

“There we go. Let’s take small steps, just hold onto me and we’ll be fine.” Jungkook nods and grips Jimin’s hands tightly.

It’s actually kind of cute how Jungkook is like a baby deer learning how to walk and Jimin really can’t stop smiling at the cute boy in front of him. They manage to make it to the other side (with only three falls on the way!) of the rink where Jimin first was. Jungkook heaves a sigh once they’re safely across. Jimin pats him on the back with a cheery ‘good job’ but all Jungkook wants to do is sit down…on ground that isn’t slippery.

“We can go if you want.”

“No hyung, you should have fun. We can stay awhile longer.”

“Come on Jungkook-ah, it’s not fun if I’m not doing it with you. We can go home and cuddle on the couch?” That idea sounds so tempting, borderline irresistible, but Jungkook keeps his mouth stubbornly shut. Jimin can read him like a book.

“Don’t be stubborn, baby. Hold my hand again, we’re going to the other side again.” Jungkook pouts but Jimin just kisses him until he smiles again.

“We’re mushy. I bet all the other people here hate us.” Yet, Jungkook doesn’t move apart and lets Jimin squish his cheeks.

“Well, I love you enough to balance it out.”

“But hyung, really. I want to try one more time. Teach me?” The look in Jimin’s eyes suddenly turns indescribably fond. “You sweet, sweet boy.” His voice is so soft Jungkook can barely catch the words.

“Okay, at least you’ll know how to move around without falling too much by the time we leave.”

It takes patience (that Jimin definitely has if he’s dating Jeon Jungkook) and a lot of praises (that Jimin also has if he’s dating puppy Jeon Jungkook), but eventually Jungkook learns how to balance himself. They both deem that to be enough progress for the day and spend the rest of the time with Jungkook holding on to Jimin’s waist as he pulls them both along the ice in circles.

When they’re both giggling, he lets Jimin pull him slowly across the ice and back to the entrance.

Jungkook groans in relief when he yanks the ice skates off, slipping on his comfortable Timberlands again.

“So dramatic,” Jimin giggles.

“Shush, I’m used to having wiggle room.”

They walk back to their shared apartment quickly, the air having gotten colder as the evening proceeded. They both shrugged out of their fluffy winter coats and scarves, Jungkook opting to flop down on the couch while Jimin went to get them some blankets. Jungkook closed his eyes and nuzzles the soft throw pillow. A weight landed on his back, knocking the air out of him. Warmth plastered itself across his whole backside. “Hi Jungkookie!” Jimin kissed the back of his neck, earning a shiver from the younger boy.

“Hi yourself.” His words were muffled against the plushness of the couch. They lay like that for awhile, Jimin as a motionless entity resting on top of Jungkook’s body. Just as Jungkook feels his lungs collapsing, he huffs and takes the chance to lift Jimin a little a turn himself so he’s on his back.

His boyfriend smiles, “Decided to look at me now?”

“You kind of didn’t give me a choice, Jiminnie hyung.” “Semantics.”

Jungkook closes his eyes, silently asking for a kiss and Jimin obliges. He presses his lips against the younger’s in a soft, gentle kiss.

“Another,” he whispers. So Jimin kisses a little harder.

“One more.” It’s never one more.

Jimin cups his face and gives him a deeper kiss, tilting his head and slipping his tongue inside the other’s warm mouth. Jungkook moans into the kiss when Jimin nips his plush bottom lip.

“Jungkookie, bed?” He doesn’t answer and instead gets up and walks to the bedroom himself, Jimin patting his butt as they cross the doorframe.

“Why are you so slow?” The teasing tone of his voice makes Jungkook look at him pointedly.

“You’re the one behind me, hyung. Just come here and kiss me again.” Jimin smirks but obliges his request, climbing on the bed and kissing him.

His forearms drop down to cage Jungkook in while supporting himself, his lower half flush against Jungkook’s. He rolls his hips experimentally, earning a choked moan from the boy underneath him. They break apart and Jungkook is gasping for breath, but Jimin doesn’t relent. His mouth moves to suck on the side of Jungkook’s neck, leaving a small red mark in place before kissing up to his jawline. Jungkook’s hands come up to grip Jimin’s shirt and he yanks down so that there’s as much contact between them as possible. He wraps his arms around Jimin’s torso and tilts his head to the side to bare more of this throat to Jimin’s ministrations.

“Hyung, clothes off please.” A thought crosses Jimin’s mind, he only says please in bed, this brat. He nips the thin skin of Jungkook’s collarbones one last time before sitting up to pull his shirt over his head.

Jungkook immediately splays his hand across Jimin’s chest, his touch is light and feathery. He traces patterns all the way down to his older boyfriend’s hips and his thumbs hook on the hem of the jeans he was wearing.

“Hyung, this too.” Jungkook knows he sounds whiny right now, but he can’t bring himself to care when Jimin is in his naked glory in front of him.

“That’s not fair. Your shirt isn’t even off yet.” Jungkook huffs at that and pauses momentarily to pull his own shirt off and throw it somewhere on the ground.

“Happy?”

“Very.” Jungkook sighs happily when Jimin starts mouthing at his neck again, his hands idly working the other’s belt open to fling it off to the side.

He slips his hand into the front of Jimin’s jeans and cups his hardening cock, eliciting a soft moan.

“Impatient aren’t you.”

“What can I say? I have a hot boyfriend on top of me. Did you really expect me to wait…Minnie?”

Jimin shrugs, a miniscule smirk making the corners of his lips tilt up, “Then I’m not going to slow down either.”

Jungkook is about to ask him what he means but he cuts himself off with a squeak as Jimin slides down his body quickly to pull his pants and briefs off in one tug. The sudden exposure has him instinctually squeezing his thighs together.

“Hyung!” Ignoring Jungkook’s protests, Jimin’s hands rest on his thighs to gently pry his legs apart.

“Don’t hide, babe. I want to see you, all of you.”

Jungkook threw an arm over his eyes, “It’s embarrassing…”

“Why? You’re beautiful and it’s not the first time I’ve seen you naked.” Jungkook groans in response, but doesn’t say anything when Jimin begins kissing his inner thighs.

His muscles twitch with every brush of Jimin’s lips on his skin and Jimin can feel the younger trying so hard not to crush him with his thighs. He drops his head against Jungkook’s thigh all of a sudden, his body shaking with mirth.

“Hyung, stop laughing! What are you doing?!”

“You, you’re so- ” Jimin bursts into more giggles.

“What?!”

“I-if you’re ticklish you could’ve told me, Kookie-ah.” Jimin dissolves into another round of laughter as he sees Jungkook’s cheeks redden.

“I’m not!” A pause. “Kind of…I’m just…sensitive.” His voice trails off into an embarrassed whale noise.

“To tickling,” Jimin finshes for him with a cheeky smirk.

“Jiminnie. Focus please.” Jimin knows he’s trying to change the subject but lets it slide because he wants to go back to touching too.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to start panting when Jimin’s mouth licks everywhere but where he wants.

“Hyung, please. Don’t tease me. Please.” He’s breathing shallowly, gasping out the words the best he can.

“I’m not teasing, Jungkookie. I’m just taking my time to love you, every last inch of you. Won’t you let me?” That touches something in Jungkook’s heart and he isn’t able to tell Jimin to hurry anymore.

Jimin proceeds to lick a long stripe up Jungkook’s right thigh, nipping at his hip to mark the end of his path. Jungkook barely resists the urge to buck his hips up when he feels Jimin’s hot breath on his neglected cock. He’s muttering a litany of curses and pleas, tears prickling the back of his eyes at the sheer desperation for more. When Jimin relents and sinks his mouth down just over the pink tip, Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and the tears fall.

“Yes!” The harsh whisper sounds throughout the room.

Jimin makes sure not to go further down, holding Jungkook’s hips down to prevent him from moving.

“More, more, more. Hyung, please. Minnie, please.”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll make you feel so good.” Jungkook unclenches his fists, blinking the tears away, and relaxes his whole body to give Jimin full control.

Jimin has him leaking when he stands up momentarily. Jungkook reaches out for him just as quickly, whining at the loss of heat.

“Hold on, Kook-ah. I’m just getting the lube.” The reassurance placates him for a while but he watches every movement like a hawk.

Jungkook sighs in contentment when Jimin’s body is back against his. A little bit dazed already, he watches as Jimin uncaps the lube bottle and dribbles a generous amount on his fingers. His hole clenches in anticipation when Jimin’s fingers rub over his perineum.

“Ready sweetheart?” Jungkook nods, spreading his legs just a little wider to accommodate Jimin’s body.

The first finger eases in easily and the familiar stretch feels so good. Still, Jimin looks up to check for any signs of discomfort. Jungkook wiggles his hips down, ready for more. Jimin is more cautious with the second finger, but Jungkook’s increasingly high-pitched moans encourage him to go a little faster and a little deeper. The third finger elicits a choked off sound. Jimin feels himself harden even more at the expression on his boyfriend’s face, mouth opened in a small ‘O’ and eyes hazy with lust.

“H-hyung, I’m ready. Please make love to me?” Jimin groans at the breathiness, he already looks so fucked out.

“Anything for you.” He moves as quickly as he can, one hand rolling the condom on while the other starts spreading lube over his erection.

He holds the back of Jungkook’s knees for support and shifts to move between his legs comfortably. He rubs the tip against Jungkook’s rim, making Jungkook whine in impatience and his nails to dig into the flesh of Jimin’s thighs.

Jimin presses his hips forward gently, guiding the head of cock in and Jungkook keens immediately. The stretch is definitely more than three fingers and it burns so good. Jimin watches in fascination as his cock sinks into the tight heat, Jungkook’s hole so hot around him. The urge to just bury himself in the warmth is almost too much to handle, but he focuses on Jungkook’s sounds of pleasure. Jimin groans against Jungkook’s neck when his hips are flush against the younger’s ass.

“Oh fuck hyung, feels so good. So full.” Jungkook reaches his hands around to spread his ass, fingers brushing against the hardness of Jimin’s cock.  

“Yeah, me too.”

Jimin begins with steady, shallow movements as to not jostle the boy underneath him. Jungkook lets out a little sigh of pleasure, his nerves tingling with little sparks. The gentle rocking changes to firmer rolls of his hips, slow but deep. Every push has Jungkook gasping little moans, the pleasure building as the strength of the thrusts do.

“More, I need more.” Jimin obliges, picking up his pace just a little, shifting so the angle allows him to get even deeper than before.

The multiple changes between fluid and sharp movements make Jungkook cry out. Jimin pauses when only the tip is inside, waits for Jungkook to open his eyes and look at him, before slamming back inside. Jungkook screams, back arching off the bed, neck bared with droplets of sweat beading on his forehead. Jimin stays like that, hipbones pressed against his ass. His hair is sticking to his forehead and he runs his fingers through it.

Jimin slows down, letting Jungkook take a breather for a moment before he continues. He swivels his hips in small figure eights, hands running up and down Jungkook’s trembling thighs.

“Good?”

“More than good.” Jungkook still has the energy to flash him a smile to which he returns easily.

“Okay, because I’m not stopping.”

“Wasn’t expecting you to.”

Jimin holds Jungkook’s legs over his shoulders and gives a series of quick, hard thrusts that jerk the other further up the bed. Each jab to his prostate has Jungkook seeing stars and he grips the headboard like a lifeline. Precum drips non-stop from his flushed cock, pooling on his stomach.

“I’m close…fuck, hyung I’m so close.” He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and squeezes in an attempt to stop the rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Shit, yeah me too. Just a little more, Kookie.”

Jimin fucks into him without abandon, chasing his own climax. His head is thrown back and Jungkook’s wails sound in his ear.

“Hyung…hyung! I’m gonna ah-” Jungkook’s voice breaks off into loud moan, signaling his release. Jimin strokes him through it, white ribbons of cum streaking his chest in long spurts. His hole tightens considerably around Jimin’s own cock and the older feels himself hurtling towards an orgasm.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jimin thrusts in one last time before he’s twitching and spilling into the condom with a raspy groan. He rides it out with slow movements of his hips until overstimulation sinks in and they’re both twitching with sensitivity.

He pulls out ever-so carefully as to not hurt Jungkook. After throwing away the condom and cleaning them both up, Jimin climbs back under the sheets he’d covered his boyfriend with. Sighing at the comfortable warmth and a pliant, soft Jungkookie in his arms, Jimin kisses his cheek.

“Best Christmas ever.” Jungkook laughs, tangling his legs with the other’s.

“You say that every year.”

“But it’s true. It just gets better and better every year with you.” Jungkook smiles at that.

“Always such a romantic. I love you.”

“I love you too. So much. I’m happy that I got to spend Christmas with the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Jiminnie, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too. You know that don’t you?” Jimin nods and Jungkook kisses him softly.

“Merry Christmas, Jungkook-ah.”

“Merry Christmas, Jimin-ah.”

Jungkook bumps his nose with Jimin’s and his eyes crinkle in happiness. They pull each other that much closer, snuggling into the warmth. Jimin falls asleep first and Jungkook watches him until the soft breathing lulls him into his own dream world filled with happy memories that all contain one Park Jimin. Well, soon to be Jeon-Park Jimin if he’s lucky.