#my stupid fucking son who i hate /aff

[dumpsterbabytrunks]

and he really didnt understand it. bro is having dick measuring contests with genocidal dictators to this day instead of following your advice, roshi

[x-reader-theater]

Mechanical Heart

Relationship: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You never really noticed shy boy Peter Parker before now. 

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, swearing, mentions of abuse, kidnapping. Yes I know. It’s a lot of fucked up shit. 

Word Count: 5,917

A/N: And here it is! My first ever imagine! I loved writing this, so give it a like and a reblog telling me what you liked about it and what I can improve! I’m thinking of writing a multi chapter reader insert fic, but I don’t know yet! Please request things, I would love to hear from you! <3

The constant noise surrounding the robotics lab was always comforting, and the heat of the bodies and machines constantly whirring in the background was what you wanted to be around constantly, but sadly it could not be. You had robotics for one period and could be in the lab for an hour and a half after school and that was it. The rest of the time you spent with your precious robotics had to spent at home.

“[Y/L/N]!” Your robotics teacher yells at you. The rest of the class, save for the Parker kid had left already. You look over at Mr. McKinley and shrug.

“Just getting my project together. Don’t want to let everyone down at the national robotics competition!” You say and Mr. McKinley looked like he wanted to strangle you.

Mr. McKinley always hated you. A, you were a girl who was better at robotics than him, and B, you always beat his son in those completions, even with his help, and it pissed him off. He tried to get you in trouble but it never worked. Your mother was a lawyer after all.

Grabbing your stuff and carefully placing your project in your backpack, you run out of there, not even stopping when you hear someone calling your name.

“[Y/N]! Wait!” They yell and after a few minutes of the yelling, you quickly turn around and they run smack into you.

“What do you want…” you look at the face as you say, “Parker?”

“Yea um, hey [Y/N]. Um, I was, um, hoping that-that you could help me with-with my robotics project?” The Parker kid asks and you told your head.

“But you already know loads about robotics. Why would you need my help?” You ask and he shrugs.

“I-I just want to spend more time with you…” he says, trailing off.

“You probably know my schedule more than I do, seeing how sleep deprived I am at this moment, so whenever you find me free, just come talk to me,” you say, just wanting to get home. You were only a block away anyways.

“Oh! Ok! Cool! So, um, I’ll-I’ll see you around?” Peter asks hopefully and you sigh.

“Yea. Just go home kid.” You wave him off and you can swear he mumbles, “But I’m only a year younger than you…”

“God dammit!” You yell, slamming your fist into the table. Picking up your power source to your robotics project you fling it out the window as far as it can go, and close it, hoping to never see the damn thing again. Sighing you put your head in your hands and think about giving up. This was the biggest thing you’ve ever done, and it could change the world and transportation, but you needed to find that clean, reliable, safe energy source that you just could not perfect.

As you lift your head up you hear a slight knock at your window and your head snaps up so fast you were worried you got whiplash. Carefully walking over to the window you slide it open slowly, and quickly pop your head out looking from side to side but seeing nothing. You’re about to go back in when you hear a young voice.

“Lost something?” He asks and you look up, coming face to face with Spider-Man. You scream and jump, hitting your head on your window and falling on your ass back inside your room. Spider-Man slowly lowers himself and wave at you upside down, and enclosed in his hand is your power source. You get up and grab it back from his as he says, “You know, you could have hurt someone. Luckily I was there to catch it!” If you could see his face you knew he would have a proud smile under there.

“Yea lucky me. Didn’t want to accidentally hurt someone, who would then accidentally go to the hospital, where I would accidentally be sent their bill, and I would accidentally pay for it losing about fourteen thousand dollars from what their insurance couldn’t cover,” you deadpan and Spidey sighs. “What do you want Spidey? I’m in the middle of giving up and you’re ruining that for me.”

“I just wanted to see if everything is okay?” He says, more like a question than an actual answer.

“Why?” You ask. “There’s probably a bank that someone’s robbing right now and you’re checking up on some girl who threw a robot part out a window.”

Spidey stops for a moment, looking aff into nowhere, before his gaze focused on you again.  “No. No banks being robbed so it’s just you and me.” He tries to act casual by resting his arm on the wall, but he seemed to forget he was still upside down and falls for a few second before you hear his web shootout and pull him up onto the window sill.

You sigh and reluctantly say, “Just, if you’re going to be here for a while, come in and sit down.” You gesture inside and he takes no time to clamber his way in and onto your mattress on the floor.

“So… if you don’t mind me asking… why did you want to quit?” Spidey asks you and you sigh.

“This sounds so weird coming from a superhero who sounds like a fourteen year old,” you say.

“Hey I’m fifteen!” He says and you smile.

“Good to know…” you say, smirking.

“Aw shit.”

“So to answer your question, it’s because of my robotics project. My entire base is going to change the world! Or, so I hope. But I just can’t seem to figure out the damn power!” You exclaim and Spidey rubs the back of his neck.

“Have you tried rerouting the power?” He asks and you scoff.

“Of course I’ve tried reroute-” you stop mid sentence and your eyes widen.

Turning around you begin to talk as you work. “If I just reroute this to here then it will eliminate the need for this!” You rip a part out and throw it behind you, making Spidey dodge out of the way so it makes a dent in the wall instead of his skull. “And then I can hook this up to here for more direct power so it doesn’t have to go through so many things!” You plug it into the project and see it turn on. Placing it on the floor, you step onto it and feel yourself no longer touching the ground. “I did it! I created the world's first hover board!” You say.

Jumping off you land in Spidey’s arms, and placing yours around his neck, you plant a kiss right where the mask covers his mouth. Jumping off a stunned Spidey, you turn off and grab the hover board and grab his hand. “Come on! I need to test this out!” You say, pulling him up. Grabbing your backpack you put the hover board into it and go to the widow, slinging your pack over your shoulder. You scale the wall up effortlessly, seeing as you didn’t have a fire escape, you needed some way to get to the roof. When you make it, Spidey is right behind you.

“How did you do that?” He asks and you shrug. Taking the hover board out of the backpack, you turn it on and place it on the ground.

“You wanna try it?” You ask and he politely shakes his head.

“No I think I’m good. On the ground. Where I can’t fall and ruin my suit,” he says and you shrug.

“Okay. SUIT yourself!” You say, finger gunning as you hop onto the board. Spidey just facepalms.

You leans forward and start moving, and once you get the hang of just moving, you try a few flips. An Ollie, a kickflip, and a few others, but overall it was a good board. Speeding towards Spidey, with the intention to move away, the board freezes and you go flying into Spidey’s arms.

“Shit I’m sorry, it still has a few bugs,” you say, getting out of his very muscular arms.

“Oh no it’s-it’s okay,” he stutters and you had to admit, the stuttering was very familiar, you just could place your finger on it. All you know was he was male and was fifteen. That could be anybody.

“Dude, really, it was all my fault, no need to say sorry,” you say, wiping yourself off, turning to pick up your board and place it back in your backpack.

He clears his throat and says, “Oh, um yea.”

You sigh as you approach the edge. “Hey could you take be back down? I usually remember my keys but I was too excited,” you say and he nods sporadically.

Grabbing your waist and pressing you snuggly against him, he throws out and web and lowers you down to your window. “Your stop, miss?” He says and you laugh as he slowly places you on your window sill.

“Sorry for taking up your time Spidey. I know you’re a busy man on a mission,” you say and he shakes his head.

“It wasn’t a big deal, really. It was a quiet night and seeing you so excited made me happy to stay. Besides, like I said, it wasn’t a busy night!” He says just as an explosion went off in the distance.

“And there it is. You jinxed it,” you say and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yea, guess so. Well, see you around!” He says, giving you a sloppy salute that was just so him. He goes to jump away but you quickly grab his arm, eyes wide.

“Stay safe!” You say and he nods. You let go and see him fly into the night.

God, all you hoped was that he was safe.

“Dude, you’re doing it all wrong. You have to put that there so your robot dog thing will have power to the tail. Without it there’s nowhere for the current to run through,” you explain and Peter nods, quickly switching it. “I thought you were some kind of genius?”

“I-I am. I just, I don’t know, I like it when we talk, even if it’s you yelling at me,” he says, blushing a bit. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not fucking stupid. I can be nicer. I should be nicer. You obviously like me somehow because who In their right fucking minds would hang out with me?” You joke. “You must be insane.”

“Well then you must be fucking insane for agreeing to hang out with me. Have you ever even noticed me before yesterday?” He asks and you shrug. You really hadn’t noticed him much.

“Then to being psycho together.” You hold out your fist and he bumps it. “I didn’t have glasses.”

“I think you're fine,” he says and you smile.

Staring out at the stars was one of the only things to do when you didn’t have a project to work on. Leaning out of your window, you think back to the times you would spend with your dad when he was alive. He would tell you all about the stars, when they were out and where they were in the sky at the exact moment. You remembered a few constellations like Ursa Major and Minor, Orion's Belt, Scorpio, and a few others. It was a peaceful night, though you haven’t turned on your TV yet. When you looked out at the city, it just looked so peaceful. Like nothing in the world could touch it. That dream was quickly shattered.

“Incoming!” You hear. Looking out at the sky from where the voice came from, you feel someone crash into you. Looking up you see Spidey's mask inches from yours.

“We really need to stop meeting like this,” you wheeze out, your breath knocked from your lungs upon impact with the solid mass of Spider-Man and the floor.

“Ah shit sorry!” He says, scrambling off you. You take in a lungfull of air and cough, regaining your breath.

“Dude, will you stop saying sorry?” You ask and get up into a sitting position.

“Sorry…” he says, trailing off, falling to the floor.

“Shit! Spidey? Stay with me! Stay awake! Tell me what happened! Aw shit!” You yell to no one. You slap him as hard as you can and he stirs. “Spidey, man I need you to stay awake! Can you hear me?”

'Y-yea-yea, I can hear you,” he mumbles.

“Stay the fuck awake or so help me!” You yell and he nods shallowly. You crawl over to your bathroom and grab the first aid kit that was right next to the door. Fast crawling back you say, “Just fucking stay awake. What happened?”

“My back,” he mumbles and you grab a pillow, and rolling him into his front so his back was exposed, making sure his face hit the pillow.

On his back were three long, deep gashes that resembled claw marks if freshman Biology was anything to go by. “Holy shit,” you whisper. Stealing your expressions, you sit up straighter. “I need you to sit up. Do. Not. Move.” You command and he weakly nods. You help him into a sitting position and grab a stool for him to rest against. “So how did this happen?” You ask while using disinfectant wipes to clean the gashes.

“Some woman in a cat costume? I couldn’t really tell. I was too busy running away after she clawed me,” he says and you nod, moving on to another wipe.

“I knew it was claws,” you say. After the wipes you get out the needle, thread, and lighter. Quickly lighting the lighter you disinfect the needle and thread it. “This is gonna hurt. I don’t have painkillers.” Spidey nods and you start stitching him back up. It was weird with the suit still on so when you finished the first one, tying and cutting the string you just had to ask, “Is there anyway you can get the suit off?” He nods and lifts his arm. Suddenly the suit goes slack and you look on impressed before you notice something.

“Spider-man’s fuckin white!” You say and he looks like he’s about to protest, but it fell upon deaf ears. “Well that narrows it down a lot. Now I know you’re not Flash. Good that guy’s an asshole.” You finish the second stitch.

“So, are you Chris 'the diss’ Powell?” you ask and he chuckles shaking his head. “Yea his voice it too low for yours to match. You have prepubescent pre-teen voice,” you tease he lets out a “Hey!” but you ignore it. “You're not Marc Spector, he’s too muscled and big… and hot.”

“And I’m not?” He exclaims and you chuckle.

“Well I wouldn’t normally go for twinks, but I’m pretty sure you're not gay which rules out half the guys…” you trail off, thinking.

“Damn, you should be a detective…” he says and you smile.

“My mom was a lawyer,” you say.

“Was?” He asks and you shrug as you continue on the third stitch.

“Yea. She’s dead now. Overdose on Meth. Dad died a few years later. He jumped from the Brooklyn Bridge,” you shrug.

“Shit [Y/N]. I’m so sorry,” he says and you shrug again.

“It’s no big deal. Mom was abusive and Dad wasn’t there for me when Mom OD’d, so I’ve always been alone. It’s no big deal. Mom didn’t leave much but Dad’s family had a fortune that he kept from Mom,” you say casually, as if you never knew them, just of them. “I just, don’t wanna talk about it much right now…” you trail off and Spidey nods. Pulling on the knot and cutting the string, you say, “There. Done.”

“Thanks [Y/N],” Spidey says and you shrug.

“You know, I don’t ever recall mentioning my name to you…” you mumble. “Good to know.”

“Oh! Um! Well, don’t-don’t you remember you told me last night!” Spidey says and you shake your head but place your head In your hands, all the medical supplies now back in the case.

“No, but it could be the sleep deprivation talking,” you say.

“Alright well…” Spidey says at the same time you say, “Okay so…”

“Oh you first,” he says and you nod in thanks.

“So… I guess I’ll see you around?” You ask and he nods.

“Yea, well, if I ever need a nurse I know where to go…” he says and you could feel the tension in the room. It was so thick you just knew you could grab it.

“Oh? Am I just a nurse to you now?” You ask and he shakes his head quickly.

“No! No! That's not what I meant at all! What I mean to say is that, well, I like hearing your stories,” he says. He mumbles as well, “And you’re, really pretty.” You laugh and get up, helping him to his feet. He lifts the suit back up and presses the spider in the center which tightens it back around his body.

“Well I should go patch this up. To- the person who made this is going to be pissed if I bring it back ripped,” Spidey says and you nod.

Lifting up the make to his nose, you kiss Spidey on the cheek, smiling at his blush. “I like hanging out with you too Spidey,” you say. “Now go!” You push him playfully towards the window. “I think you’ve stayed here long enough,” you laugh.

“See ya 'round, [Y/N]!” He says, giving you a two finger salute before diving out the window. You run to it and stick your head out, watching him zip away into the night.

You were head over heels for that boy, and you didn’t know what to do.

You always hated the weekends. So much time and nothing to do. So you went to the roof and tested your hover board. It was truly a feat of technology, and you didn't want to brag but you did make it all by yourself. After a few hours of practice with the board, you hear something land behind you.

Turning around you see Spidey, looking sad. Zooming over to him you jump off and place a hand on his shoulder. “Hey Spidey! Everything good?” You ask and he shakes his head and collapses on the ground unceremoniously.

“I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t save them all…” he mumbles.

“Who? Who couldn’t you save?” You ask and he shakes his head again.

“There was a robbery on 90th. It was the cat person again. Well woman. She had a gun, and said that if I came she would shoot, and I didn’t listen and-” you cut him off.

“Stop. You can’t always save everyone. It’s just a fact. She is a horrible human being. She kills people, and I think that’s as good a reason to take her down,” you say and he sits up, looking you in the eyes.

“You want me to kill her?” He asks.

“What? No! Don’t kill anyone! I meant take her down to like, the police station so she can be locked up!” You say and he sighs. “Just- I have an idea, but you need to trust me,” you say getting onto your feet and walking over to the edge of the building. “Do you trust me?” You ask over your shoulder. He nods from the ground and you smirk. “Good,” you whisper before falling over the edge.

The rush of air was exhilarating, and the adrenaline pumping through your system was feeling your desire to go faster, but you kept it under control, making sure you went as slowly as possible, which wasn’t really that slow. The ground was creeping up on you, faster and faster, till suddenly you felt strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, and the ground was now much farther away than it had been a few moments before.

“What the fuck was that?!” Spidey yells to you while flying you through the air.

“We need to work on your reflexes. You were a bit slow that time,” you say and he does a double take.

“What the- what!” He yells. You just shout and laugh as he flings you across the city.

“Dude, you said you trusted me, so go with me on this!” You say, an expectant expression on your face.

Spidey sighs. “Fine. But only because I trust you.”

“Yay!” You exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck.

“But! You can’t throw yourself off buildings every time you think I’ll catch you!” He says and you roll your eyes but nod anyways.

“Okay! Okay. Now let’s find a rooftop. From what I’ve heard of this woman, she’s an incredible fighter. You need to get on her level,” you say and he scoffs.

“What do you know about fighting?” He asks and you smirk.

“Honey, I’m a woman in Queens. I learned to fight before you knew how to walk.”

“Peter?” You ask, turning to the boy now sitting on your bed.

“Yes?” He asks, looking up from his Chemistry homework.

“Do you like anyone?” You ask and he looks shocked you would ask such a thing.

“Why-why would you ask that? Do YOU have a crush?” He asks.

You chuckle before saying, “I did ask you first.”

He sputters for a moment before collecting his things. “Um, well, I, um, just remembered I gotta go home. Aunt May cooked Thai!” He was red as a tomato and you looked at him quizzically.

“I thought Aunt May didn’t know how to cook?” You ask and he gets redder.

“Un yea, we might just get takeout if she didn’t burn down the kitchen,” he chuckles nervously.

You shrug as he leaves your room. “Alright. See ya Spidey.”

Peter freezes. You freeze. Everything freezes. Even the clock next to your bed, if it could be called that, seemed to stop ticking. It was silent, besides the pounding of your heart in your chest. You had your suspicions but you didn’t want to reveal them quite yet. Peter just had a way of making you talk when you didn’t want to. You could spill your entire life story to him in a night, and also make an accusation a week later. Your life with him was over.

“I’m sorry? What did you say?” He asks you slowly and your face heats up. “Did you just- just call me ‘Spidey’?”

You nod slowly, not looking him in the eyes and he sighs. “I’m sorry! I just sort of figured it out! I wasn’t going to say anything until YOU told me! But it just… came out…” You trail off and he scoffs.

“No.” You look up at him, his face steeley. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” He says and walks out. You fall to the floor, small tears slipping out between closed lids, and you feel hopeless. It was over.

And you never got to tell him your crush.

Getting up off the floor, you wipe the tears away, and grab your keys. Climbing out the window, you grapple your way through tears to the roof and look up at the starless Queens skyline. It was a beautiful night, cloudless and light-filled, but it couldn’t patch the hole that was now in your heart. The night couldn’t hold you like Peter did when you swung across the city. They couldn’t give you the same adrenaline rush that Peter did whenever he touched you.

The night couldn’t look at you the way Peter did.

It didn’t matter now. He wasn’t ever going to talk to you again, and you had to make peace with it. You just couldn’t.

“Ah. So you’re the Spider Boy’s girlfriend. Thought you’d be older,” You hear a woman say in a sultry voice. Looking up through tear filled eyes you see an outline of a woman, White around her neckline and arms, white hair with black around the eyes and your own widen. Trying to scramble away, Black Cat scoffs. “So trivial.” She walks over and you see her fist coming in contact with your head, and nothing else. It was darker than the New York skyline.

Slowly opening your eyes, you close them again when the light hits you. It felt brighter than the sun and the pounding in your head wasn’t helping. It took you a few more times, and what felt like a thousand more groans, but you finally were able to open them, squinting at the light when it finally turned off, the pounding in your head easing up a bit.

“Finally. Took you long enough. I was almost wondering if I killed you. It wouldn’t have been as fun but it sure would have gotten the job done!” She says, laughing. “Ooh that rhymed!”

“What the fuck do you want with me?” You spit out.

She laughs again and walks closer to you, getting in your face as she says, “What I want? I want to see Spider-Man burn!” She yells and you struggle to get out of your ropes. No. Not ropes. Only zip-ties.

“You leave him out of this!” You yell and she chuckles.

“Why? DO you like him or something?” She asks and you just growl. “It doesn’t matter anyways. I’m going to get what I want, and you’re going to die. It’s a win win situation. For me!” Laughing, she walks away and sits in an opposite chair. “I didn’t really need to take you, but it was the best way to get Spider Boy down here.” She pauses for a moment before grabbing a knife and playing with it. “Or maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he hates you, and puts up with you because you have something over him.” She looks at you and bursts out laughing. “Wait, forget that. You’re not smart enough for that. She spends the few minutes working on something, and you use that time to break through the zip-ties, holding them in your hands so she wouldn’t notice, making sure your hands were still together.

“Hello Spider-man! Wherever you are… I have something of yours!” She moves out of the way of a camera so you’re in the forefront.

“Spidey! Don’t come! It’s a trap!” You yell.

“Silence!” Black Cat says. “If you don’t come within ten minutes, every five you go over, she gets a cut on her perfect skin. If you don’t make it within the hour, well, let’s just say you won’t ever be able to see those pretty eyes of hers again!” She cackles. “See ya soon Spidey!”

“No! Don’t come! Leave me!” You yell, but it was too late. She had turned it off.

Walking over to you, she looked furious. “You ruined it! It was perfect and you ruined it!” She raises the knife in her hands, but hesitates before lowering it. “No. I made a promise I intend to keep.”

She walks away and you let out the breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You would never admit it out loud, but you were scared.

After what felt like hours, Black Cat finally came back, but it wasn’t what you hoped. The knife she was carrying was sharp, and you knew it was time. The first cut sliced across your arm and you let out a yell, the feeling of the knife and blood were overwhelming.

You couldn’t tell anymore if it was you screaming or someone else, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the unbearable pain that reminded you of your mother.

After a few minutes it was over, and you were panting, multiple cuts over your arms and shoulders.

“I know I said I’d keep my promises, but I couldn’t help it. Your screams were…. Delectable!” She cackles and you wince.

After a few more minutes of pain and waiting, she sighs and walks over. “It’s sad. I don’t want to have to ruin your pretty face. But Spidey hasn’t come has he?” she does a mock pout and you spit in her face. “You bitch!” She screams, slapping you across the face, reminding you of your mother once again.

“Hey! Don’t touch her!” You hear someone yell and you sigh in relief. He had found you, but it did come at a cost. It still was a trap.

“Oh! Me? Touch her? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She says sweetly before moving the knife in her hands and swinging down, missing. “What?!” She screams, turning around to face the empty chair.

“Oh fuck off! I lived in Queens my entire life. You think I can’t get out of zip-ties?” You ask, before giving her a roundhouse kick to the face. “Bitch.”

Peter uses his webs to pin her to the ground and you give her a punch to the face to knock her out. “Karma’s a bitch, but so am I,” you say smirking and you turn to Peter who’s standing there waiting for anything.

“Peter?” You ask, slowly going over to him, being careful of him. You walk over to face him and he relaxes. You stand there for a moment, before throwing your arms around him. “I’m sorry,” you say and he hugs you closer. Pulling back with your arms still around his neck you whisper, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation.

You pull his mask over his head and expose the young face if Peter Parker. Wasting no time you smash your lips against his. It was like they were mentioning to fit together, like puzzle pieces fitting into place. It was like fireworks going off in your stomach and your lungs clenching as they needed air.

Pulling away you both laugh. “You know when you asked me who my crush was?” Peter asks and you nod, still trying to catch your breath. “It was you all along.” You smash your lips to his again and pull away.

“And remember how you asked me?” He nods and you smile. “It was always you.”

“Hello everyone! My project today is going to change the world!” You boast and everyone look up at you from your platform. “You take your two inserts and attach them to your shoes like so…” You do as you instruct. “And you activate and jump!” Jumping off the ledge, everyone gasps, but your hover board comes flying out of your backpack and attaches itself to your feet, and you fly around the audience, gaining numerous applause. You fly around, bowing, making sure to do a few tricks to gain the judges attention. Looking over you see Mr. McKinley standing next to his son, looking furious as two more judges run over from his robot window wiper, that was supposed to clean your windshield better.

Later than day you got first place, and you and Peter celebrated it by riding around New York, taking in the sights and hanging out with Spider-Man.

[jinkisbelly]

Colors - 7

Pairing: Jongyu

Rating: Pg 

Warning: Age gap, (but everyone is legal)

w/c: around 2.4k, First part here [x], second part here [x], third part here [x], fourth part here [x], fifth part here [x] sixth part here [x] can be read on aff also here [x], This is about Jinki meeting Kibum, and just some between fluff for bigger things (@tofnew)

Jinki happens across a small period diner with a flirty, young waiter who is full of color.

When Jonghyun shifted against his chest Jinki opened one eye to peek at him. “Everything okay?”

The man hummed, leaning his chin on his hand laying on Jinki’s chest to look up at the older man. “There’s this art gallery downtown that has this competition for student pieces, and one of mine was chosen to be shown, and I was wondering if you’d want to go.” After a moment he finished, “With me that is.”

“I’d love to go with you.” Jinki softly smiled, arm moving to curl around the curve of Jonghyun’s waist. “You’ll have to forgive me though, I might be looking at you the entire time.”

Flustered, Jonghyun made a face and tried to hide in Jinki’s arm. “Stop~”

Jinki chuckled and moved onto his side to wrap both arms around the man, holding him close to his chest and kissing his hair, “Goodnight, Baby.”

Jonghyun’s arms wound themselves around Jinki’s body as he nuzzled closer. “Hold me for a little longer.”

“Twenty minutes and then we have to sleep.” Jinki’s eyes fluttered close as he drifted in the warmth and scent of Jonghyun. “I have to get up earlier tomorrow.”

“Stupid 8 am court dates,” Jonghyun muttered.

“A lot better than 6 am meetings with the other partners.”

“Eww. No meeting should ever be that early.”

“You’re telling me.” Jinki snorted, “I’ve been saying that since I became a partner.”

After a moment Jonghyun sighed and Jinki could feel the tension of his body melt off him. “You always smell so good.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know how to describe it, but,” Jonghyun took a deep breath, “It allows me to just relax like there’s no worry in the world.”

“I’m glad you feel that way about me,” Jinki’s voice was slowly getting softer as sleep tugged at him. “I could lay here holding you forever.”

“I wish you could.”

Jinki had a soft smile on his face as he felt Jonghyun gently moving his fingers on the bare skin of his back as sleep continued to take him deeper. When Jonghyun heard the quiet snores of the man he chuckled lightly and kissed Jinki’s chest before during over onto his side. He wiggled back so he could be spooned properly and Jinki woke up just enough to get comfy against him before the soft snores began again.

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Jonghyun got a big kiss as he slipped out of Jinki’s passenger side door and headed toward the workshop to start on one of his pieces for the show at the end of the year. With the music playing in his ears and his apron around his waist, he got lost in his canvas. So much so that he didn’t hear his best friend coming in even with how loud the man was. He only heard him when the song changed through his headphones. Jonghyun’s heart jumped at the sudden noise, but he relaxed when he turned to see Kibum. “Jesus, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“I thought we established I’m just Kibum in public?” Jonghyun groaned as he put his paintbrush down and Kibum laughed. “My bad. We still on for lunch?”

“Fuck.”

“Ima take that as a no then.”

“I completely forgot,” Jonghyun sighed, putting his paint on the table and wiping his hands off. “I’ve just been so wrapped up with Jinki and how serious we’ve gotten and-”

Kibum leaned on one hand and gazed over at the man with a devious expression. “How is the relationship? You haven’t been very juicy with the details.”

Jonghyun’s cheeks were red as he moved to clean up more, “It’s great. I mean the difference in age has shown a wide range of hiccups but-”

“Wait, how much older is he?”

“20 years or so,” Jonghyun said off-handedly as cleaned out his jar of water.

Kibum whistled softly, “No wonder you never have time for me. You got yourself a sugar daddy.”

With a face Jonghyun put the cup back on his work table upside down, “He’s much more than that Kibum. He’s my boyfriend.”

It took a moment, but when Kibum spoke again his voice was warm and soft, “You sound like you really love him.”

“I do.” Jonghyun sighed happily, “He’s so much different than my last relationships. He cares about my work, he’s supportive and soft, and while he still hasn’t figured out what emoji to use in a certain situation, I love him. He makes me feel important and wanted, listens to me like my words matter.”

“When you told me you were seeing someone I was expecting some tall guy with a whole bunch of tattoos and a horrible personality to match.” Kibum squinted over at him. “He’s not like an older version of that is he?”

“Definitely not.” Jonghyun snorted. He grabbed his phone from the table and put in his lock code. His background was a picture of them at the zoo some time ago. He held it out to Kibum who took it softly. “His hair is a bit different right now, but that’s him. He’s a divorce lawyer at the big law firm downtown… or well partner... I’m not exactly sure how that all works but he’s in law,” He finished with a little laugh.  

Jonghyun was starting to get a little worried he didn’t get the Kibum stamp of approval like the other boyfriend’s he’s had over the years of their friendship, but then the slightly younger man smiled and handed the phone back. “I still need to meet him, but he seems great Jongie.”

He beamed happily and proud before asking, “So where was lunch at again?”

Kibum shook his head, “Come on Smalls.”

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A few nights later Jonghyun opened his door to a very startled Jinki. In his hands were a bouquet of soft pink roses. His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted and his other hand slowly falling from where it was lifted to knock against the door. “I’m not late am I?”

Jonghyun pushed up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “You’re right on time. I saw your headlights outside, thought you might be on your way up.” He wrapped his fingers around Jinki’s and softly pulled him into the apartment. “You sure look dashing.”

“To be honest I’ve never been to an art show,” Jinki looked down at himself, “This is okay, right?”

“It’s perfect.” Jonghyun’s eyes shifted to the flowers, “Are those for me?”

“Ah, yes!” Jinki pushed them towards him with an embarrassed smile. “The pink made me think of you even if your hair is lime green.”

Jonghyun let go of the older man’s hand to take the roses into both of his, lifting them to his nose as his eyes fluttered close. “They’re beautiful, thank you. Lemme go get them water and we can head to the gallery okay?”

“Sounds great Baby.” Jinki gave a fond little smile as Jonghyun walked toward the kitchen.

“Oh, Kibum’s coming tonight.”

“Like your best friend Kibum?” Jinki nervously asked, “The one who literally hated every single one of your past boyfriends Kibum?”

Jonghyun was softly chuckling when he returned with the vase full of roses. He placed them on the coffee table, adjusted them a little, before walking over to Jinki once he was pleased with the placement. He gave Jinki’s hands a small squeeze as he looked up at him, “Earlier this week I had lunch with him. He likes you.”

“That doesn’t appease my nerves- Wait,” Jinki squinted, “What did you say about me?”

With soft pink cheeks, Jonghyun reverted his gaze, “Just that I love you.”

“He knows I’m older right?” Jinki gently asked, “I don’t want to meet him for the first time and he judges me for my age.”

Jonghyun’s hands were a little rough from working with clay all day, but they were also warm as they cupped Jinki’s face. He smiled up at his boyfriend before kissing him softly. “He knows and he’s supportive. He may be brash and loud, but he’s been my support system for as long as I can remember when it comes to my artwork. You’ll like him too.”

“I hope so,” Jinki mumbled, “I want to be liked.”

“You will,” Jonghyun kissed him once more before reaching to grab his suit jacket from the chair while slipping their fingers together to hold hands, “Lead the way handsome.”

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As Jinki opened the passenger side door for Jonghyun he heard the sharp whistle. When he looked up there stood a man with dark blue hair and a tattoo swirling up his neck. Jinki was confused and slightly terrified before a smile bloomed on Jonghyun’s face as he rushed towards the man. “You never told me he drove a Lamborghini.”

“It never came up.” Jonghyun turned toward Jinki who was waiting by the car fidgeting with his clothes. At his name Jinki looked up, “Kibum this is Jinki. Jinki, Kibum.”

Jinki held his hand out with a big smile, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Same,” Kibum’s hand surrounded Jinki’s as he shook it. “Jonghyun seems very happy with you.”

“I’m very glad to hear that, son.” Jonghyun slipped from Kibum’s side to curl into Jinki, fingers tapping against the curve of his waist. Jinki chuckled, “I’m guessing that’s your way of telling us to go in?”

“Mhm,”

“Lead the way baby,” Jinki quietly said, clicking the lock on the car as the smaller man walked toward the gallery. Jonghyun uncurled himself but hooked their hands together between them as they walked around the place starting with the first piece to the right of the door. Jinki cocked his head to the side as he quietly asked, “It may be my old eyes, but is that supposed to look like a, ” Jinki’s voice lowered as he whispered, “Penis?”

Kibum burst out laughing and Jinki’s cheeks turned pink embarrassed as Jonghyun chuckled softly at him. “Yes, Babe. There are a lot of them in art.”

“I’m too old for this.” Jinki sighed, but he gave a proud little smile when Kibum laughed harder.

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Jonghyun had a dainty champagne glass between his fingers as he leaned into Jinki once they were stopped in front of his piece. He looked up at him hesitantly, “Do you like it?”

Jinki was silent for some time, just softly gazing up at the painting. It was done with watercolors and black ink, and he wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Is that… me?”

“Yes,” Jonghyun ran his tongue over his lips quickly before he continued. “I started it when I met you, so gray and soft around the edges, but then you opened your heart to me and the color started to pour out, flourishing like it’s been waiting to do so for so long but without the ability to. I had hit an art block shortly before I saw you that night in the diner. For weeks I couldn’t make myself paint anything, but then I saw you and after our first date with the lights of the skating rink around us I got inspired by the colors swirling inside you.”

“Oh Jonghyun, I-” He could tell Jinki was lost for words just by how frantically he was searching the painting for something to say. He looked back down at Jonghyun and his eyes were glossy as he let out a little laugh. “Nothing I could say would be enough. You’ve captured me in such a beautiful way Baby. I never thought I’d think I was this beautiful.”

“You are a-”

“Alright, either kiss like you want to or stop I’m gonna gag.” Kibum’s distinct voice cut Jonghyun off from behind them. Both of them stared at him for a moment before he waved his hands, “Go on.”

They had matching pink cheeks as Jinki leaned down to kiss him. It took Kibum coughing for them to pull away from each other. Their blush only deepened.

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Are you still in the ceramics studio? Jonghyun quickly glanced at his phone when it vibrated and smiled when Handsome was blinking across it.

Sitting in the lounge in the front of the building, why? He quickly replied, his foot shaking from where it was placed on his right knee.

It was a moment before there was a response, You should see me here shortly

What??? Jonghyun looked up and scanned the large windows for the sight of the man and frowned when he didn’t spot him. I don’t see you :C

“Are you sure Baby?” Jonghyun twisted so quickly at his voice he lost his balance and tumbled onto the run on the floor. Jinki’s eyes widened as he placed the brown paper bag on the couch and rushed around it to offer his hand, “I didn’t mean to startle you I’m sorry.”

“I was excited,” Jonghyun eyed the bag after he was safe back on the cushion, “What’s that?”

“I hope you’re hungry.” Jinki beamed, “The court case I was overseeing for one of the new hires was adjourned early and I thought you could use a break. Should I have called first?”

Jonghyun leaned over the bag to kiss him softly,  “I missed you the last couple nights. This is a pleasant surprise.”

“I’m sorry about that Baby,” Jinki sighed, pushing his fingers through his hair as he gazed over at him. “Taemin’s neighbors are very loud and he needed somewhere quiet to sleep and prepare for his big interview this morning.”

“But I have you tonight right?”

“I have a conference call with one of my overseas clients tomorrow afternoon, but other than that I’m yours for the next three days.”

Jonghyun moved the bag onto the floor and scooted closer so their shoulders were touching. He leaned his head on Jinki’s as he twirled his chopsticks in his noodles. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours. Just in case Taemin forgot something,” Jinki kissed Jonghyun’s hair gently. “I don’t want our time together interrupted. I want 70 hours of just you.”

“We’ll have to stop for groceries. All I have is like 2 eggs and cinnamon butter from dinner last week.”

Jinki snorted, “We’ll go tonight.”

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[heyhosam]

All of you, all of me

A/N: Story based on this request. Anon, if you are reading this I hope you aren’t mad at me for taking so long because yours was one of the first requests I got…. I wanted to make it good but it took me forever to come up with a plot, and then life was shit to me and I couldn’t find the motivation to write this…so I’m terribly sorry you have waited for so long. I would like to apologize as well because of the characterization, more than a bad boy jungkook is more…… an emotional mess?????? like me I’m…….sorry??????????????????? yeah…… Hope you still enjoy the story, thank you love me.

I’m gonna put interesting info here to save my ass for after you read the story (specifically the sex scene).  I found this article about safety when using coconut oil as lubricant (yeah I searched it up on the internet for the purpose of this fic so I wouldn’t get messages telling me it’s dangerous or whatever. BE SURE TO ALWAYS FIND RELIABLE SOURCES WHEN IT COMES TO MATTERS LIKE THESE, THOUGH.) I’m linking also an interesting article about preparing for anal sex here that I will have to ignore for the purpose of this fic as it’s common on other fics as well just to make it “slightly” unreal but more “fun” to read… (although in real life don’t skip this part, kids. SAFETY AND CLEANLINESS FIRST, FUN AND ORGASMS LATER ) Visual references (x)

Ok pups, after the longest author’s note ever, if you are still here with me, I hope you like and enjoy the story :D

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Jungkook should have listened to Taehyung and wait a bit to go home, but the younger was getting bored, the stuffy and too hot air of the club was too much for Jungkook to handle. Warm bodies pressing too close to him, grabby hands touching him everywhere, slick lips trying to kiss him. If there was a thing Jungkook hated, it would be crowded places; If there was a thing Jungkook hated even more, would be crowded places with rude people.

Those two were reason enough to leave the club despite his friend’s slurred and insistent words pleading to stay. But once again, Taehyung should know Jungkook wouldn’t fall for pleads. Jungkook didn’t listen to anyone except himself.

But maybe, now, as Jungkook walked under the rain at three am, soaked to the bones with only a thin tee covering his body, he was regretting not listening to his friend.

He was shivering, lips trembling and almost blue when he stepped into the only grocery shop opened this late at night -or this early in the morning. He stood by the automatic doors for a moment trying to compose himself, hugging his torso in a lame attempt to bring warmth into him.

“S-shit…” he mumbled after noticing he was failing at providing himself some warmth, his body jerking uncontrollably with force as his fingers dug into his arms.

“Hey, take this.” said a soft voice as a fluffy towel immediately appeared in front of him. Jungkook took it with shaky fingers and dried himself as best as he could considering his senses were numb and his hands trembling non stop.

Somehow, between getting dried and changing his thin tee into a dry one the worker offered, Jungkook found himself seated on a stool behind the counter with a warm mug of chamomile tea and feeling a bit more like a human being again.

“What were you doing out there with this rain and this late at night?” asked the worker, watching closely Jungkook’s every movement.

“It’s not of your business…” replied Jungkook roughly, not even sparing the other a glance. He heard the other snort, probably offended by Jungkook’s response, but it wouldn’t be new. Jungkook wasn’t really what one would call a friendly person.

“Ok, so I just helped you not die of hypothermia and this is what I get?” the worker asked, now obviously offended, with slight irritation adorning his words.

Jungkook clanked his tongue, annoyed, and lifted his head to give the other his most impassive look - the one he used to intimidate, well, everyone- but his cold eyes didn’t seem to phase the other at all, who lifted an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms across his chest.

“You look like a wet kitty, not intimidating at all…” deadpanned the worker, one corner of his mouth lifting up when he saw Jungkook’s eyebrows knit under his wet bangs. “if that was what you were trying to do, that is…”

Jungkook’s frown deepened and it took less than a second to feel rage boil within his veins. He hated it when people didn’t take him seriously, mocked him or laughed at his face. Jeon Jungkook was a creature full of pride, after all. He clenched his jaw and almost bared his teeth to the stupid worker that just smirked even more at his reaction, stood up and took two big steps to the other to easily corner him against the counter he had behind him. In moments like this, Jungkook thanked his genetics for giving him height, it was advantageous and helped him more times than he could count.

“I don’t think you should laugh at me, shortie… I’m not really in a good mood right now.” he practically growled. He watched satisfied as the other slightly gulped and his brown eyes  moved away from Jungkook’s fiery ones for a second before focusing on them again.

“I just… I helped you before-“

“So?” interrupted Jungkook, leaning forward a bit more into the worker’s personal space. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

“Maybe you didn’t ask for it but you sure needed help and I provided it.” retorted the other, now also frowning. “It’s not that difficult to say thank you, you know? It’s called manners.”

Jungkook snorted, an amused smirk making an appearance on his lips. Jeon Jungkook never, ever, needed help nor he would ask for it to anyone, hence no one would ever hear him say a ‘thank you’. It amused Jungkook the other boy was getting so riled up just for that.

“You are so stupid.” laughed Jungkook with a disbelieving shake of his head.

“Get out.” hissed the worker, now frowning and eyes full of rage.

“What?”

“Get out!” said the other loudly, his voice echoing on the empty store. Jungkook blinked surprised and jerked back. “I won’t tolerate a brat like you disrespect me, not after I’ve helped you. Now, get out.”

They stared at each other for two seconds too long. Jungkook was surprised by the other’s outburst, it caught him off guard, obviously not expecting this response from someone that looked like they could barely fight a fly. Jungkook was used at fear and submission when he found himself in situations like this, or in case the other would talk back, he would punch them and resolve things. But with this boy he couldn’t even force himself do that, his fiery eyes rooted Jungkook to the spot. He felt like a little kid being scolded and that made heat bloom on his cheeks, suddenly embarrassed he had acted this carelessly with someone.

That was a first, Jungkook never felt guilty.

“Fuck you.” he spat angrily, slammed the mug of tea on the counter -spilling its content on the surface- and stormed out the store with firm steps and making sure to direct a last furious glance at the worker, who just rolled his eyes.

Jungkook got home with a frown between his eyebrows and a blush on his cheeks, but most of all soaked again by the rain and in embarrassment.

Jungkook  knew he had quite the temper, always angry, always ready to fight, always getting offended by the minor things someone said about him, or by the way someone looked at him. Some labeled him as an asshole, his friend Taehyung the one who said it more than anyone, but Jungkook had learned to live with it. Live with the side glances, the insults, the mistrust of everyone because they never knew what would be his reaction. It was better like this, to not have anyone near him.

Jungkook was a lone wolf, he didn’t need anyone, didn’t want anyone. Why bother allowing someone into your life when they are going to leave you soon?

Jungkook had quite the experience with that. First his dad, not even staying around enough to see him come to this world; later on his mother, her slim fingers leaving marks on his tinny wrists when she dragged him to her dad’s house.

“I love you, but I need some time for myself. You will understand when you grow up.” she had said with a sweet smile that did poor job at calming down her crying son before turning her back at him and leave without a second glance.  And yes, he understood; Jungkook understood that she was kind of a free spirit and a son to take care of would hold her back, and she wasn’t ready for that. Jungkook stopped expecting to see his mother after two nights of hopeless crying on his granddad’s arms, the two of them siting on the cold concrete waiting for her to come back. He did understand, once he grew older, she would never come back to him. When his grandfather, the only source of love and comfort, died when he was fifteen, Jungkook felt truly alone and stopped allowing people into his life.

Jungkook liked to think he didn’t care about anything, that moment his mother walked away from him had broke something within him that couldn’t be repaired. He decided to not care anymore, if something was convenient for him he would go for it until it wouldn’t be anymore, or because he grew tired of it. When someone, or something, decided to leave him he would just accept it. When someone thought he was a bad guy, selfish or an asshole, he would accept it. He just did what he wanted to.

Jungkook didn’t care.

But if Jungkook didn’t care about anything nor anyone, why couldn’t he stop thinking about the worker from the previous night? His fierce eyes full of anger kept on appearing on Jungkook’s mind the whole night, like a nightmare, haunting him for everything bad he had done his entire life -the high doses of alcohol, the sleepless nights at clubs fucking around or getting into fights. The worst of it was that those eyes made him want to apology.

Unbelivable.

Jungkook took another puff of his cigarette -the third one he had lit in the half hour he had been hovering around the grocery store- and observed the worker from the previous night take his position behind the counter as he bid his companion goodbye with a gentle smile.

And Jungkook did just that for the next two hours; walk around the store, emptying his pack of cigarettes and trying to gain the courage to walk through the automatic doors and say something to the worker. If that something was something mean that would get him back for scolding Jungkook the other night, better than not.

Jungkook hovered in front of the store until he finished the lit cigarette, threw it on the concrete and made his way to the door. It was so ridiculous to feel so intimidated by someone like the other male; he was shorter, thinner and, judging by the kind smile he directed at everyone, not really a threat. Jungkook could win against him. The previous night had been just a little tumble.

But then, the doors opened and immediately attracted the worker’s attention, and consequently his eyes fell on Jungkook, who felt again the same burn of embarrassment on his cheeks.

“You again?” mumbled the worker while crossing his arms. The soft smile he was wearing on his mouth dropped that same instant and it was clear on his eyes he was not happy with Jungkook’s presence.

“Yeah, got a problem with that?” spat Jungkook,  squaring his shoulders and walking inside the establishment with decided steps. The other frowned but said nothing, his eyes followed Jungkook carefully as he approached the counter. “I need to get cigarettes.”

The worker sighed and simply pointed his finger to his right, where a bunch of smoking packs where stacked one above the other. Jungkook toke one, his favorite brand, and put it on the counter waiting for the other to charge.

“I need to see your ID.” said the worker with a serious face, the annoying lift of his eyebrow just made Jungkook hate him even more. “I can’t give this to you if you are a minor, sorry.”

“I’m not a minor.” growled Jungkook, his frown deepening. The worker just smirked, a sparkle of amusement crossed his eyes and then Jungkook knew he had given the other free reign again to make fun of him.

“By the childish way you behave I would think you are still in middle school, but I need to see your ID to confirm that.”

Jungkook’s nostrils flared, offended and clearly mad the other had come up with an unexpected retort. Jungkook was used to this, it was easy for him to reduce his opponents to a crying mess. And still, with this one, he was having a hard time.

“You are fucking rude.” he said finally, his face a bit red from embarrassment and by the lame response he had given to the latter.

“Me?” questioned the worker, eyes big in faux innocence. “You are the one who came here as if you owned the damn place, and still I’m the rude one.”

“I was being nice!” countered back Jungkook, his voice rising an octave, though he didn’t know if it was because of embarrassment or indignation. “It was you who insulted me.”

The other raised an eyebrow at him. Jungkook hated it, the gesture always felt like the other was judging him for all his bad decisions in life.

“You are right,” started the worker, uncrossing his arms. His eyes softened a bit and Jungkook caught himself thinking they were quite pretty when they weren’t judging him. “I will apologize for that if you do it first for the way you acted yesterday.”

Jungkook blinked, not expecting the other’s words; the fact that he was so eager to apology. Maybe it wasn’t that bad, to say sorry for something you clearly did wrong. But Jungkook didn’t know how to, or maybe didn’t want to, he wasn’t sure. He was tempted to say ’no, fuck off’ but then he looked up to the other that was staring expectantly at him, and probably sensing the inner struggle Jungkook was dealing with, and before he could think about it twice the words choked out of his throat hoarsely.

“I’m sorry about yesterday.”

Jungkook blinked surprised by his own words, bewildered that they didn’t make him feel any less; he felt more relieved than anything else, and that was even more strange than the soft smile that the other man was giving him.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you, then.” replied the other, snapping Jungkook’s attention back to him.

The soft look the other boy was staring at him with made Jungkook blush and decided to clear his throat to hide his embarrassment.

“It- it’s ok.” he mumbled and then tapped the pack of cigarettes waiting in the counter. “I want this.”

The worker smiled and nodded, charged Jungkook and then observed him fly to the automatic doors.

“Hope to see you again!” he said before the doors closed, and Jungkook looked back at him, at the gentle smile that seemed to be permanent on his lips, and thought that maybe he would like to see him again also.

“Don’t you have anything else to do?”

“I thought you liked my company, hyung.”

Jungkook grinned, fluttering his eyelashes charmingly and chuckled lowly when Jimin rolled his eyes and turned his back to him, jam jars in hand.

“Not when you scare off costumers.” mumbled Jimin stretching his arm out to put a jar of strawberry jam on the highest shelf. Jungkook smirked amused at the groan that Jimin released when he failed to reach, not even after lifting up to his tip toes.

“You should be thanking me-“ started Jungkook as he abandoned the bag of chips he had stolen previously from one of the aisles and stood up from where he was watching the other work to press his chest against Jimin’s back for later press with his fingers the jar into place, “-I’m guarding the place from thieves and violent criminals.”

Jimin turned back to him with a blank expression, and Jungkook smirked at him with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“You are the thief here.” accused Jimin, using his small hands to push the younger away from him.

“What?” Jungkook put his hand on his heart, faking his hurt over Jimin’s accusation. “I always pay for my cigarettes.”

“Did you pay for those chips?” questioned Jimin, pointing with his finger the abandoned bag on the floor. Jungkook went to grab it from the floor and casually put a handful of chips on his mouth.

“I don’t worry myself with trifle things like those.” shrugged off Jungkook and sat on the floor again as Jimin went back to stacking the rest of jars.

“One of these days my boss is going to kick your ass out of here.” mumbled Jimin, turning back to him and pointing accusatory with a jar of peach jam. “I won’t be able to do anything.”

Jungkook snorted with his mouth full, consequently spiting some crumbs to the floor. “That is if he can catch me first. That old man would have to be really lucky to be able come near enough to touch me.”

“That old man gives me my salary,” countered Jimin swiftly, giving Jungkook another bored stare. “and he’s being really nice and hasn’t really complained about you basically living here.”

Jungkook opted to give another shrug as response and keep on munching on his chips, just watching Jimin do his work.

It was weird how things changed for the past three months, now that Jungkook stopped to think about it. Somehow, Jungkook had found himself frequenting the store more often than not and at some point he stopped acting defensive towards the other male. Maybe because Jimin received him with a smile every time and never seemed to be really offended by what Jungkook said, laughing most of the time at the younger’s stupidity or dorky manners instead of scolding him or call the police like others did often.

It was true he spent most of his time at the store here with Jimin, specially when the latter had the night shift, and hovered around it for hours doing nothing but bug and tease the worker until it was closing time. The reality was that he had nothing more entertaining to do, and Jimin had stopped questioning him eventually.

“Are you gonna stay until I close?” asked Jimin, folding the flaps of the cardboard box now empty of jars. Jungkook hummed his confirmation since he knew Jimin would be mad if he kept talking with his mouth full. “and walk me home?”

“Don’t I always do?”

Jimin chuckled and gave him a nod. “Yeah, my knight in shining armor.”

Jungkook snorted and stood once Jimin started to walk away cardboard boxes in hand, ignoring how those words made his heart flutter happily. The younger walked behind him, as Jimin’s shadow, munching loudly on the chips that were still left on the bag.

Jungkook had started to walk the other home a month ago. It wasn’t only because they had, incredibly, developed a firm friendship, or because Jungkook felt the weird need to be near Jimin as much as possible, but also because the streets at night were dangerous.

They didn’t live in a pretty neighborhood in which the grannies sat at the parks to knit, or the children played on the street with cheerful giggles. There were always sirens going off at the distance and criminals hovering around parks with shiny knives on their pockets waiting for a victim to scare. It was dangerous for Jimin to close the store at five in the morning and walk home. But Jungkook was known in the streets so, even if Jimin and his boss complained a lot about his presence, he knew they appreciated the company and safety.

Jimin had been at gun point before, giving the money of the register machine with shaky hands and mumbled pleas for his life and Jungkook felt horrible the next day when the worker explained it to him with fear still evident on all his body.

“I think I will close early tonight.” Jungkook stood silently near the counter, the bag of chips now empty and crumbled on his hand, and observed as Jimin went to lock the automatic doors.”It’s almost closing time and I don’t think anyone else will come this late.”

They kept quiet as the minutes ticked by, Jimin doing the daily count of the shop’s earnings and Jungkook silently observing him until a knock on the glass automatic doors made them jump in surprise.

There was three young boys at the door, signaling for them to open with wide gestures and mouthing something the two males inside couldn’t hear. Jungkook frowned as Jimin moved to the doors.

“Are you gonna open?” he asked, slightly concerned, but also standing upright in a guarded stance.

“Yeah,”answered Jimin, rotating the key so the doors could slide automatically open again. “officially, it’s not closing time yet.”

“Dude, why were you closed? skipping on working hours.” one of the boys said loudly, the other two stepping inside snickering at their friend’s joke.

“Sorry, thought no none would come this late.” replied Jimin and went to his place behind the counter.

Jungkook observed as the three boys wandered around the aisles, grabbing bags of snacks and candy, loudly chatting and laughing. He used to be as obnoxious as them when he was their age; Until not long ago, he stormed into stores at night with some of his buddies to do the same, but as he took a look at Jimin’s nervous stance Jungkook realized how wrong it was to scare off people like that, and suddenly felt apologetic for all the times he’d done it before.

He remained silent as the three boys dropped all their purchase on the counter so Jimin could start charging them, studying all their movements to prevent any unexpected event. And just when they were ready to give their money to Jimin, Jungkook noticed something poking out of one of the boys’ jacket’s pocket.

“I think you forgot something.” said Jungkook menacingly, sentencing the kids with a cold stare to show he wasn’t kidding around. The three of them looked at him, one of them seemed to panic slightly because of his words, but another one spoke before Jungkook could call him out for it.

“What the fuck are you saying?” he spat loudly before letting out a loud laugh, “Are you that old you starting to have hallucinations?”

The other two laughed along with the idiot that spoke, which just unnerved Jungkook more. Not only where they trying to steal -from Jimin- in front of his eyes, but they also had the guts to disrespect him, and Jungkook hated when kids like these didn’t take him seriously in a poor attempt at appearing more menacing.

“Do you think I’m stupid, kid?” he growled in his face, voice loud and menacing enough for the three of them to gulp in fear. Jungkook’s eyes glinted dangerously, fists curling ready to throw the first punch, but he refused to be that aggressive in front of Jimin. “Empty your pockets or I will make you do it.”

The boy took a step back, sharing a brief eye contact with his two other friends before looking back at Jungkook again. The older lifted his eyebrow, expectantly, daring him to do something else than what he ordered, but his stare was defiant and strong enough to scare off the boy.

“OK, shit- OK.” breathed out the boy before getting out two cans of beer from his pockets. The other two did the same and left the cans on the counter, giving Jimin slightly apologetic eyes.

“Now, get the fuck out of here.” spat Jungkook, giving the boy a soft push on his shoulder. The kid protested, babbling something about still wanting to pay for the snacks but Jungkook gave him another push that had the boy almost falling on his butt. “I said get out. Are you deaf?”

“OK, we are leaving, jezz” argued the boy, lifting his hands up in surrender. The other two were already out of the store, but the one that dared to talk back to Jungkook mumbled a “fucking asshole” before leaving.

Jungkook was tempted to follow them, punch their faces and teach them a lesson they would ever forget but Jimin’s soft voice erased that thought from his mind immediately.

“Thank you.” he said, voice barely audible in the empty store. Jungkook looked at him and frowned at the fear on the other’s face.

“It’s nothing.” he mumbled, walking back to Jimin, wishing to round the counter and embrace him. “Hyung, close up and let’s go home.”

“Yeah, OK.”

Luckily Jimin didn’t live that far from the store, but that night it took them more time than usual to reach his apartment. Jimin had kept quiet the whole time and Jungkook awkwardly walked at his side, hands buried deep in his pockets throwing worried glances at him.

He wasn’t good with words, specially those of comfort, but Jimin was a friend and Jungkook wanted to give him the reassurance that everything was okay. Because frowns didn’t suit Jimin’s face; he looked better with eyes bright like the sun and smiles full of sweetness.

“Thank you for accompanying me.” said Jimin once they reached his building, playing with his keys. He wasn’t even looking up at the younger, and that worried Jungkook even more. Jimin seemed to be really scared and Jungkook was at loss of words.

“You know It’s not a problem, hyung.”

“Yeah. Thank you, for real.” mumbled the older one, finally looking up at him. Jungkook showed a lopsided grin, poor attempt at being reassuring because of how unused he was at smiling, but it seemed to be enough to make Jimin smile back at him, and that eased Jungkook’s heart a little bit.

It was completely unexpected, and Jungkook almost fainted right there as Jimin enveloped his waist with his thin arms, pressed himself closer until their chest were touching and rested his forehead on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jimin was hugging him.

Jungkook’s first thought was to push him away, afraid the other would hear his rapid beating heart because of their proximity, but then it dawned on him that Jimin was hugging him and it was a chance to touch the other he weirdly didn’t want to miss, so before Jimin would notice Jungkook was standing frozen on his embrace, the taller of the two circled Jimin’s small frame and brought him even closer to his body, burying his nose on Jimin’s hair.

“I’m really glad you were here with me tonight.” said Jimin softly, voice muffled by the fabric of Jungkook’s bomber jacket.

“I’m glad I was there too.” he said stiffly, still awkward because of the situation unfolding. Unexpectedly he didn’t want to pull away; he wished he could hold Jimin for longer and for it to not be weird.

“You are truly my knight in shinning armor.” laughed Jimin, finally pulling back to stare at Jungkook, who breathed out a laugh for lack of anything better to do. He mused that succumbing to his need to lean down to kiss Jimin would have been extremely weird.

“Are you my princess then?” teased Jungkook, lopsided smile perched on his lips. He felt Jimin’s fingers curl into his jacket and, unconsciously, he tightened his arms around his waist in response.

“Shut up,” laughed Jimin, still not letting go of the other, “You fucking idiot.”

Jungkook laughed and let Jimin press himself against him again. They stood like that for a while, hugging and enjoying each other until Jimin yawned so big his jaw almost popped out of its place.

They bid farewell to each other with shy smiles and happy hearts, Jungkook wishing for hours to run by fast so he could see Jimin again.

Jungkook had always prided in being strong, never losing his composure in unexpected situations; he was smart and observant, quick to catch on on what was going on around him so he could act the best according to the problem.

But this time it was so unexpected that he stood there, rooted to the floor with his heart beating almost painfully on his chest.

He reacted two seconds too slow, so when his brain finally told him to recoil and run she had already spotted him.

“Jungkook?” she questioned,  her eyes squinting slightly in confusion before her face contorted into one of happiness, even of relief. “Jungkook! It’s you, right?”

He shook his head, ready to fly but she was quick and before he could blink she had approached and grabbed his arm to prevent him from leaving; it was so unexpected he was still numb, not fast enough to think of an escape. The fact that he was tired from work influenced too; he had a rough morning at the repair shop when of the engines broke and covered his entire being with car oil.

“Don’t you recognize me?” she asked, hopeful eyes staring up at him. He gulped, eyes darting away from hers, wishing his body would finally react so he could get away from this situation.

Of course he recognized her; she had the same face, just with the bonus of some wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and instead of sporting a bright red her hair was black, just like his.

“Jungkook, I’m-“

“I know.” he cut her with a deep frown. He knew who she was, but it angered him she thought she could appear out of nowhere after so many years and expect him to smile like nothing. “I know who you are.”

“Ah, I’m glad.” she sighed, smile still on her lips. “I thought for a moment you had forgotten me.”

“I did.” he spat, finally musing the courage to free his arm from her grip. She frowned in confusion but before she could say anything he kept talking. “I did until you appeared-“

“Jungkook, dear-“

“Don’t.” he spat furiously through gritted teeth. “Don’t you dare call me sweet names.”

“I’m here to talk, Jungkook.” she tried to explain, her smile now gone to be replaced with a worried frown. He snorted, anger sprouting to live.

“How did you find me anyways.” he asked, eyes swelling up with unwanted tears. He sniffled loudly, furiously attempting to contain the urge to cry; they were tears of anger, he knew, of frustration, but he refused to show weakness in front of her, let her know she somehow was able to reduce him into a crying child because he missed his mom.

“I went to your grandpa’s house and asked the neighbors about you when they told me he died awhile ago.” she mumbled, eyes going down with a brief sparkle of sadness. “you should have told me he-“

“How?” he interrupted her again, voice loud enough to attract people’s attention. They were standing at the street, just outside Jungkook’s apartment building and the grannies that always fused over Jungkook with fondness and freshly-done cupcakes were now looking at the scene with worried eyes. “How was I supposed to tell you when you left with nothing much of a farewell to your only son twenty years ago.”

“Jungkook- I— I’m sorry-“

“I don’t fucking care how sorry you are.” he spat furiously, wiping away the angry tear that slipped from his eye. She took a step back, obviously taken aback by Jungkook’s display of anger, which Jungkook internally rejoiced in; she needed to know how badly she had hurt him. “I don’t need you now, I don’t want you here. You aren’t my mother.”

“Jungkook-“

“No - fuck off” he almost screamed in her face, and then, without giving her another glance, turned around, ignoring the repeated call of his name.

“I think you should tone it down boy.”

“Are you my dad?” slurred Jungkook, giving Taehyung a side glance that he hoped was charged with hatred -as much as his half closed eyes could be able to produce.

Taehyung snorted while looking at him, and Jungkook had to turn his head away because even in his drunken state he could see the worry on his friends eyes.

“You’ve been acting weird,” pouted Taehyung instead of prodding Jungkook more about his obvious inner struggle, “First you barely go out with us anymore at night and now you suddenly appear out of nowhere and drink your brains out. Is there something you wanna tell me?”

Jungkook grunted in response, gulping down another tequila shot before slamming the glass on the counter, the hot liquid burning down his throat in a rather pleasant way. He knew the hangover would be horrible the next day -tequila had terrible effects on him-, but at least it was numbing his thoughts enough to forget the pleading eyes of his mother.

“She said sorry.” mumbled Jungkook, spiting the words with disgust, “she thinks she can appear suddenly and everything will be fucking rainbows and unicorns because she says she’s sorry-“

“Who?” asked Taehyung, leaning closer to Jungkook to take away the shot glass the bartender had refilled.

“Mom.” replied Jungkook dryly as his shoulders sagged tiredly. He heard his friend suck in a breath, didn’t need to turn to look at him to see the surprise on his face. Taehyung was aware of Jungkook’s story and also knew parents’ topic wasn’t welcomed in a conversation. He had learned it the hard way when they were still teens.

“This is fucked up.” mumbled Taehyung for the lack of anything better to say. Jungkook nodded clumsily, his senses numbing even more as alcohol was consuming his whole body; but he was still able to talk and think, so he needed more.

He reached for the glass Taehyung had took from him but his friend took it away from his fingers, which made Jungkook stare at him furiously.

“What the fuck.”

“I think you’ve drank enough-“

“Aren’t you my friend?” slurred Jungkook, swaying back when he stood from the stool, fists clenched ready to punch Taehyung in the face.

“Because I’m your friend I’m not letting you drink more.”

“Fucking hate ya’.” mumbled Jungkook, feebly punching Taehyung’s shoulder. His friend tried to hold him still, but Jungkook snapped his arm away from him and turned to the door of the bar, “‘m leaving, I don’t need you acting like my dad tonight. Fuck you-“

“Dude, come on-“ tried Taehyung, standing behind, “- let’s find a pretty girl you can hook up with to destress a bit-“

“Fuck off!” he screamed, swatting away the hand Taehyung had put on his shoulder. Without another word he marched towards the door, troubled for a second when he couldn’t find the knob to open it.

The fresh air of the night helped him sober slightly. He still wobbled on his legs, though, not following a straight line and without a particular direction. He didn’t know where he was going but being honest, he didn’t care much.

He felt bad for what had happened early that afternoon. He acted on impulse and unconsciously spilled all his resentment on her; but then, even if she deserved it he had been feeling bad about it the whole afternoon. That was what had confused him even more— the guilt.

He wouldn’t have felt bad four months ago, his drunken brain reasoned, but spending so much time with Jimin had made him softer, more comfortable in feeling other things than hatred or simply not feeling anything at all. It was Jimin’s fault his mother’s visit had affected him so much.

With that in mind he decided to pay Jimin a visit, tell him it was his fault. Yeah, that sounded good.

Somehow he remembered Jimin wasn’t on the store that night, one of the few nights he had free during the week, so he automatically directed his steps towards the other’s apartment, climbing clumsily up the stairs of the building that on any other night he would have jumped two at a time.

He knocked on the door roughly with his fist, then slapped on it until Jimin opened the door, hair disheveled and eyes half closed.

“Jungkook?” he asked confused, rubbing with a fist the crumbs on his eyes. Cute, Jungkook thought, but he reminded himself he was there for a reason and Jimin needed to know how of an emotional mess he had made of Jungkook, he couldn’t allow any distractions- regardless of how cute Jimin was.

“It’s your fault.” said Jungkook, pointing an accusatory finger at Jimin’s chest, whose eyes opened wide in confusion, “She came back, and I felt bad and it’s your fault.”

“OK?” said Jimin carefully, even more confused after the other’s reasoning, “Do you wanna come in?”

“No-“ refused Jungkook loudly, jabbing another finger at Jimin’s chest, “-I’m angry at you.”

Jimin grabbed his wrist softly, tiny fingers barely enveloping fully Jungkook’s forearm. Jungkook marveled at it, watching with wide eyes how cute Jimin’s sturdy and slightly tanned fingers contrasted with the colors inked on his skin. Shit, he was getting distracted.

“That’s why you should come inside,” explained Jimin, eyebrows furrowed in slight concern and bottom lip jutted out in a pout, “I don’t want you to be angry at me.”

Jungkook wasn’t really sure how the other had managed to convince him, but five minutes later he found himself sat on Jimin’s couch with a glass of water on his hands, eyes wide observing everything around him. He reasoned it had a lot to do with Jimin’s doe and sparkly eyes and that giant pout that could melt even the coldest heart.

“Drink that up,” said Jimin coming from the kitchen with a glass of milk on his own hands, “your hangover will be horrible otherwise.”

Jungkook obeyed, some water dribbling down his chin onto his tee from how quickly he gulped the contents down, and ignoring Jimin’s giggle he whipped his face a second after.

“Now you gonna tell me why are you so angry at me?” asked Jimin, sitting cross-legged on the sofa facing Jungkook’s side, hands cupping his glass carefully as to not spill its content.

“Because you make me feel things.” confessed Jungkook blatantly, ignoring those words could have a double meaning.

“Feel… things?”

“Yeah,” he affirmed, adding a firm nod to support his statement. “I used to not care and because of you I do care a lot about things now.”

“That’s…. Is that a bad thing?” questioned Jimin then, sensing this was more serious than what he expected initially.

“It is!” exclaimed Jungkook, turning his body to the side so he was facing the other aswell. “I shouldn’t feel bad for her, you know?” he kept babbling with a sudden knot on his throat, “she abandoned me, she deserves what I said to her but now I - I now feel bad - and it’s your fault.”

There was a moment of silence, complete and deafening silence; not even a sound could be heard from the street, it seemed as if the world hit pause for a second. And the next one he had Jimin’s arms around his shoulders pressing him down until his head collided with Jimin’s chest, noticing then he had started crying.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.” mumbled Jimin, his fingers cradling his hair softly. “I don’t know what to say—“

“It’s not really your fault,”choked out Jungkook, enveloping his arms around Jimin’s small frame. “it’s just- I didn’t expect it.”

“Wanna tell me what happened exactly?” asked Jimin, his fingers scratching softly Jungkook’s scalp. It was relaxing, but Jungkook found himself crying a bit more as memories came rushing to his mind; how hard he had cried when she left, how alone he felt the first few nights until his grandpa had helped him go through the pain and confusion, being his only source of comfort before he was forced to leave also.

“She- she left me -she simply abandoned me with grandpa when I was just a kid.” he explained clumsily, voice rough from the crying and fingers digging into Jimin’s over-sized tee. “and she came out of nowhere with an excuse of an apology thinking it will be as simple as that.”

Jimin seemed to grasp enough of the story through Jungkook’s drunken words, because he tightened his arms around the younger, pressing him more into his chest before burying his nose on Jungkook’s hair.

“When grandpa died I was alone, completely alone— I had no one and I just—” he babbled out, more tears coming out his eyes,”— she thinks she can say sorry and that I will forgive her as easily… I don’t want her in my life-“

“Then don’t accept her.” interrupted Jimin. Jungkook leaned away, surprised by his words; he knew Jimin was kind and caring, Jungkook reasoned he would be forgiving his mother were he in Jungkook’s case, so what he had just said caught Jungkook off guard.

“What?” he asked confused, sniffling harshly. Jimin gave him a fond smile before explaining himself.

“I mean, she left you behind and barely said goodbye nor why she was leaving,” he started with, his gentle fingers still on Jungkook’s hair, “That’s not how you treat your own kid, so you have the right to not forgive her.”

“I thought you would said I should— that is what you would do.”

“Not it you don’t want to.” he continued, smile still on his lips. Jungkook wasn’t sure what the other was smiling about, but the sight of it was enough to tamer down his crying. “she should have explained herself back then, you would have understood- maybe would get angry anyways, but you would have understood why she left and you wouldn’t have gotten angrier by the day for so many years. Maybe, by now, you would have forgiven her already ”

“I — Yeah….” mumbled Jungkook bewildered, blinking as Jimin’s words sunk in. He was still tipsy, so it took him a while to really comprehend that Jimin was right. He was a child when she left, but if she just have told him she wasn’t feeling capable of raising him, or whatever her reason was, he would have understood. He would have let it heal on its own instead of spending all his childhood wondering what he had done wrong and hating her to the point it forbid him of feeling anything else. Even if he had said he didn’t care anymore back then, deep inside him that wound had been still bleeding without him noticing and converted his pain into hatred to world.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, fixing his eyes on Jimin hoping it would convey how sincere he was. “I— I should have noticed I was still hurting and try to solve it instead of being so angry at everything and everyone.”

“You are a good kid, even if you don’t see it for yourself.” spoke Jimin softly, his smile never faltering. Jungkook noticed how Jimin’s smile was enough to ease his hurting heart. “On a side note, I think it would be good to talk to her, listen to her reasons but if you don’t want to forgive her for the pain she caused it’s understandable— but you don’t have to. Do it when you are ready.”

They stared at each other intently, Jimin used his thumb to wipe away Jungkook’s tears, touch tender and eyes soft. Jungkook felt overwhelmed for a second, letting himself drown on the other’s eyes that were so full of understanding and care. Jimin’s eyes were so pretty, sparkly, as if they held the whole world for only Jungkook to see, and they staring right back at him -only him; he felt rooted to the place, suddenly everything bad forgotten, there was no pain, no hate. There was nothing but peace, the tranquil beating of his own heart, his soothing breathing - maybe a bit of love.

Without thinking he leaned forward, closing the small space between his faces until their lips met. Jimin’s breath hitched against his lips, his fingers curling on Jungook’s nape.

It was a short kiss, but enough to leave Jungkook’s lips itching for more. He leaned in again to give Jimin’s lips an open-mouthed kiss this time, nipping softly the other’s bottom lip before separating again.

“Jungkook…” whispered Jimin, pushing him away slightly with a hand on his chest when Jungkook tried for another kiss, his other hand still curled around the back of his neck, “I don’t think we— you are drunk.”

“I want you, hyung,” he blurted out, fighting easily against Jimin’s weak push to press the tip of their noses together, dragging his body forward so he could be closer to him, “I want you so bad.”

Jimin breathed in shakily, half-lidded eyes fixed on Junkook’s lips into what Jungkook interpreted a silent plea for more, so he tilted his head and captured Jimin’s lips with his own again without a single bit of hesitation. Jimin seemed more eager this time aswell, opening his mouth to allow Jungkook lick into it with ease, both groaning in pleasure when their tongues met.

It was rushed, a bit sloppy, and maybe Jungkook was still too drunk to be completely aware of what he was doing, but as Jmin’s fingers fisted his hair with a rough pull and Jungkook’s hand fell on the other’s thigh there was nothing Jungkook would change about this moment.

It got heated up quickly, Jungkook leaning forward more and more until Jimin was laid down on the sofa with the younger between his legs and hovering over him, mouth devouring his complete being passionately. Jimin started releasing soft mewls of pleasure, as if he had difficulties keeping up with Jungkook’s path but not wanting to stop.

“Jungkook—“ moaned Jimin when the younger started rotating his hips down onto Jimin’s hardening bulge. Jungkook’s mouth moved down the other’s neck, nibbling softly and licking all the skin he could find, rejoicing in the little sounds of pleasure that kept falling from Jimin’s abused lips.

The younger kept the friction going for a bit despite it had started to hurt, his member too hard and sensitive, but Jimin kept clinging onto him, fingertips digging into the small of Jungkook’s back to press him closer, the other tugging at his hair; not to mention the sounds he kept releasing, awakening some groans of pleasure from Jungkook.

“Hyung— Jimin,” he groaned on the other’s neck, hot breath moisturizing Jimin’s skin as he panted against it, “tell me I can— please, let me fuck you.”

Jimin threw his head back, giving Jungkook unspoken permission to suck on his neck as his fingers dug more into Jungkook’s clothes.

“I don’t— I’ve never done it before.” confessed Jimin, voice rough and sounding undone. Jungkook groaned at the sound, pleased he had reduced Jimin into a mess so quickly.

“Shit,” moaned Jungkook, as his hips stuttered forward seeking for more, but his foggy brain reminded him of what Jimin had just said, so he slowed down and Jimin whined at the lost friction. “Then you don’t— we don’t have to-“

“I want to,” confessed Jimin, finally opening his eyes to stare back at him, eyes drowned in a mix of lust and fear. “I want to do this with you, I’ve wanted for long. I just— I don’t want this to mean nothing to you.”

Jungkook studied Jimin’s expression and the seriousness of his words, suddenly very aware of his own feelings. He didn’t want this to mean nothing either, Jimin was too precious in his life to fuck up that much. He wanted all of Jimin; his lips and their kissed, his tender smiles, his short fingers interlacing with his slender ones. He wanted everything Jimin had to offer.

“All of you—“ he slurred, pestering wet kisses all over the other’s face until he found his lips again, “I want all of you forever.”

Jimin embraced him by his shoulders, pressing him down impossibly closer. There wasn’t even a tiny bit of space between them, except for their clothes. Jungkook had never wished so hard for clothes to vanish into nothingness so quickly.

With shaky fingers and clumsy movements they got rid of their clothes and once they were utterly naked Jungkook stopped to marvel in the sight that was Park Jimin naked, sprawled under him with flushed cheeks and bitting on his bottom lip seductively, awaiting for Jungkook’s next move.

“You are— You are so hot.” mumbled Jimin shyly, his short fingers tracing delicately the ink on Jungkook’s chest, swirls and curls and vibrant colors that transformed into a beautiful rose. Jungkook let him, enjoying the feel of those sweet fingers on his skin. It was suddenly so intimate, the delicacy in which Jimin touched him made Jungkook feel safe and protected, not judged by his appearance; Jimin was showing him respect and love for how he was.

Jungkook leaned forward to capture the other’s lips in a rough kiss, his dick twitching when he prodded at Jimin’s entrance with a dry finger just to tease, making the other’s eyes flutter closed in pleasure, navel going down as he sucked in a deep breath. At this rate Jungkook wasn’t going to last long.

“Do you have lube?” asked Jungkook, running out of patience as his dick started to leak the more he played with Jimin’s ring of muscle.

“N—no but I have… coconut oil in the bathroom,” replied Jimin, flushing deeply red as the words spilled from his mouth.

“Coconut oil?” questioned Jungkook through slurry words, his mind still a bit foggy from the alcohol he had consumed previously and all the emotions swimming freely inside him, “Isn’t that for your skin or shit like that?”

“Well, yeah?” spluttered Jimin, blushing another shade darker the more he had to explain to a drunken Jungkook, “I looked it up on the internet….it can be used with care if it’s 100% natural coconut oil— shit, this is so embarrassing.” he added, covering his face with both his hands.

“You bought it with that purpose?” asked Jungkook mischievously, imagining a red-faced Jimin ordering coconut oil on the internet.

“No! It was meant for my face!” he exclaimed, uncovering his face to glare at Jungkook, who just smirked in response, “But, well, I— I kinda, yeah….” he admitted before covering his face again.

“You are so cute,” admitted Jungkook, prying Jimin’s hands away from his face so he could lean in for another kiss. Jimin groaned in a childish protest for his words, but melted against his mouth the second after as Jungkook nipped at his bottom lip to pull it open to deepen the kiss. “Wait here, gonna go for it.”

On his way to the bathroom he tripped with their discarded clothes, almost planting his face on the floor, but luckily for him the doorframe was at a reach of a hand, and that saved the little remains of ego he still had undamaged. Though he would have totally let himself fall if that meant Jimin would giggle as cutely as he did when he saw him trip.

The oil was fairly easy to find, the container was innocently resting atop the sink almost as if it was put there beforehand. He smiled to himself, arousal pooling on his lower half as he imagined Jimin trying to finger himself with this.

He found Jimin exactly how he had left him, sprawled on the coach, skin glistening with the faintest hint of sweat and flushed to the ears.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” groaned Jungkook, throwing himself forward in between Jimin’s legs for another kiss. Jimin welcomed him with an open mouth and eager hands that first just pressed him closer for later dug into his skin.

They kept kissing for awhile, panting into each other’s mouth hotly as they played with their tongues, their hips moving in synch with more delicious friction now that their leaking cocks lubricated them enough to make the slide delightful until the thud of something falling to the floor snapped Jungkook out of it.

He fished blindly for the coconut oil container as he sucked harshly on Jimin’s neck, leaving a trail of spit down to his collarbones, though Jimin didn’t seem to mind much by the way he arched himself more into the touch. He opened the lid, the sweet smell of the oil invading the room, and took a bit with two fingers. It was a bit a thick, and Jungkook doubted for a second it could really be used as lube, but then it started to melt on his fingers the more he played with it and that convinced him enough to try. He teased Jimin’s entrance with a slicked up finger, feeding off Jimin’s faint whimper that fell from his parted mouth the more he pressed the finger inside.

Jimin was nervous, Jungkook could tell, and consequently was putting restraint against Jungkook’s finger by clenching his ass at the feel of something on it.

“Relax,” mumbled Jungkook against Jimin’s collarbone, “otherwise it will hurt like hell.”

“I- I know,” said Jimin, voice restrained and rough. Jungkook had never heard such sound coming from the other’s throat; Jimin’s voice always sounded sweet despite the deepness of it, and Jungkook was enjoying the switch. “I’ve fingered myself before, it’s just— I’m nervous because it’s you.”

Jungkook looked up, taking in Jimin’s troubled face, hating the frown settled between his brows. He leaned forward, nipped at Jimin’s bottom lip and pressed his finger inside half-way, swallowing with his own lips Jimin’s little mewl.

“I will make you feel good.” promised Jungkook, pecking Jimin’s lips. The other responded with a high pitched whine as Jungkook prodded with his finger. He had to admit the oil was making the slide easy and its sweet smell made him salivate, giving him the urge to taste it. He discarded the idea, though Jimin would probably enjoy it a lot, but Jungkook was a bit too desperate to keep up with the teasing; there would be other chances for that.

It took all his willpower to be patient, his dick was hard between his legs and the little sounds Jimin kept releasing as Jungkook added more fingers and more pressure just fueled the fire. It was messy and sloppy, but he managed to loosen up Jimin’s muscles to the point the other could only gasp and cling onto him desperate for more, and Jungkook took pride in the fact he was managing to make Jimin’s first time so pleasurable.

“I think— I think I can handle it Jung—“ stuttered Jimin between little gasps of pleasure because of Jungkook’s quick pace. The younger looked up at him, studying his face, his fingers fucking into the other’s hole with fast moves that elicited loud squelching sounds.

“You think so?” he asked just to make sure because it was evident Jimin was ready for something bigger taking in consideration his ass kept clenching every time his fingers went in deeper.

“Yes, please—“

“Ok, shit.” mumbled Jungkook, finally pulling out his fingers. He admired the way Jimin’s ass clenched around nothing, the boy whimpering at the immediate emptiness so the younger quickly repositioned himself better between his parted legs, squeezing those pretty and tanned thighs to have support. “Ok, I’m going. Ready?”

“Yes, please— hurry—“ spat Jimin impatiently, grabby hands on Jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook chuckled, amused by his evident impatience despite the nervousness that surrounded both of them.

He lubed himself quickly and pushed in slowly, delicately, just the enough pressure for the tip to get in to allow Jimin get used to the stretch. It was different from just three fingers and Jungkook didn’t want to hurt him.

Jimin threw his head back, eyes big like owl staring up at the ceiling as his fingers squeezed Jungkook’s bulging biceps to the point Jungkook felt his nails dig into the skin - surely leaving some marks that would be visible even on his inked skin and that, hopefully, wouldn’t disappear in a couple of days.

Jungkook pressed in a bit more, still slowly but with more confident as Jimin released a tiny sound that he hoped was of pleasure, and kept on going until he was balls deep inside him.

“You— are you ok hyung?” managed to ask Jungkook through gritted teeth; the pressure was too much, his dick surrounded by Jimin’s slick walls and warmth was too much. He wasn’t sure he would last for too long, he just hoped to make it good for Jimin.

“Yeah, just— just give me a second.” Jimin groaned, still clinging onto the other. Jungkook didn’t move, just stood there blinking down at the other waiting for the signal to go. He studied Jimin’s features, the delicate slope of his nose, those warm brown eyes swarmed with lust and with a little sparkle of something more as they stared right back at him. Jungkook’s heart fluttered in happiness and what he thought was love.

Yeah, it definitely it was love.

“Move.” whispered Jimin, hooking up his ankles at the small of Jungkook’s back, his thighs embracing his torso. Jungkook nodded, still in awe by that little moment they had, and rolled his hips languidly eliciting a beautiful gasp from Jimin’s mouth.

Jungkook kept it slow and fluid the first minutes, still scared he could hurt Jimin by moving too fast, but then Jimin pressed him closer with his legs and mumbled a breathy faster against his lips. And Jungkook lost it.

With deep and loud groans he moved his hips quick, kinda messily and losing his rhythm more times than not; it made him travel some years back to when he was still a teenager and tried to not come the moment he put his dick in someone, humping onto them with quick an short thrusts. Jimin managed to do that to him, reduce him to an hormonal and moaning mess. Unbelievable.

But Jimin seemed to be enjoying himself, with his head thrown back, his fingers digging painfully onto Jungkook’s arms and his legs limp at his side, making them bounce with the rhythm of Jungkook’s thrusts.  Jungkook took Jimin’s hard dick with a hand, pumping it fast and hard in tandem with his thrusts. Or so he thought, he was still drunk -not sure if from the alcohol or from Jimin- so his senses were dumb and his brain foggy, everything around him felt like a dream. Jimin on his arms, moaning of pleasure felt like a dream. Jungkook hoped we was really making it good for him.

He felt his muscles tense, his climax approaching too soon for his liking but he was also desperate for release at this point so he quickened his pace on both his hand and hips until he came with an embarrassing high pitched moan, hips stuttering forward and his body falling completely on the other.

He remained stoic for a couple of seconds, breathing hard on Jimin’s neck when the realization that Jimin hadn’t come yet hit him. He reached for the other’s lips with his own, giving Jimin a rough and open mouthed kiss as his hand clenched around his dick and started pumping again, bringing out beautiful groans from Jimin’s throat, thirstily swallowing them all with his mouth. Jimin bucked his hips up, thrusting onto his hand as his hole clenched around Jungkook’s dick, seeking for release that came quickly, splashing the younger’s chest with his come. It was beautiful, Jungkook thought, the way his swollen lips parted and his eyes clenched shut, breathy moan echoing through the silent room.

Jungkook decided this was a sight he wanted all for himself for the rest of his life.

They remained like that for a while, breathing onto each other, bodies pressed tightly and just feeling. Jungkook didn’t mind at all the stickiness between their chests, nor the dampness of their sweaty skin; everything was perfect.

He wasn’t sure how or when he stood up from the sofa to go fetch a towel to clean themselves, but he somehow managed to, taking away all the mess from Jimin’s perfect body with delicate fingers and feather-like kisses.

They tried to cuddle for a while on Jimin’s sofa bed, after the older one explained to him how to open it to get the mattress out, but Jungkook was so tired it didn’t last for long, his heavy eyelids closing on its own as his lips curled up in a satisfied smile.

Jungkook woke up with a painfully throbbing head. He immediately rested the palm of his hand against his forehead, weakly trying to convey the pain away by adding a bit of pressure. He failed, though, his sweaty palm just disgusted him more, adding discomfort to his heated body.

“Fucking shit,” he cursed childishly, eyes opening in surprise when a body pressed closer to his and hot breath hit his collarbones as response. A look to Jimin’s sleeping form served to make him remember the events of the previous night and a sudden rush of embarrassment made his chest and neck flush up to the tip of his ears.

He panicked, because not only had he cried in front of the older one, spilling his secrets and worries, but also managed to confess his feelings. And Jungkook had never cried in front of anyone except for his grandfather, and that had been ages ago.

But his fear dissipated as quickly as it came when, after pondering about the situation for another two seconds, felt less burdened; sure his head hurt like hell, but his heart felt at peace, his mind cleared. Something he didn’t recall feeling ever before, and everything thanks to the night spent with Jimin.

He took another glance to the sleeping boy beside him, curled up towards Jungkook seeking for warmth, his hands fisted, one of them on Jungkook’s tattooed chest next to his squished cheek. A fond smile creeped its way up on his lips as his heart swelled with contentment. This was really unexpected coming from him since never had he felt something like this for anyone; he felt secure and protected with Jimin, like he could let himself get loose and open up to him without being judged. It was refreshing and pleasant and sure something he wished would remain for a long time. That was the reason he had started hanging out with Jimin at first as well, because the older one gave Jungkook the sense of freedom instead of the urge to prove himself constantly.

He decided to let Jimin sleep a bit more, and despite being really comfortable in their current position, he scurried away carefully from under Jimin’s body, fishing his clothes to put on.

He was hungry, and assumed Jimin would too once he woke up, so he grabbed Jimin’s keys once he had freshened in the bathroom and pecked Jimin’s forehead, and tiptoed his way out to go seek for some baked goods.

It took him more time than expected, no bakeries were near where Jimin lived and the one most close to his apartment became not an option when the old man at the counter frowned at him when he stopped at the door to inspect the food, obviously taken aback by Jungkook’s tattooed arms and pierced ears.

On other days, he would have come inside and make an scene, call out the dude for his rude attitude and leave with hands full of free food, but he was in a good mood and Jimin wouldn’t be happy to know he had profusely scared someone just because he felt offended. So he recoiled and kept walking until he found another one that wouldn’t say anything, the lady behind the counter probably used at having people with his looks given the neighborhood they lived in.

He walked back to Jimin’s apartment with a slight bounce on his steps, whistling softly a tune he didn’t know where he had listened to before and no trace of a headache. He felt good, and the world seemed less dull than the previous day. He thought that if any of his buddies saw him they would laugh at him once they would recover from the sight of Jungkook smiling from ear to ear with a genuine smile. But then, he thought he couldn’t care less when the thought of a sleepy Jimin greeting him at his apartment came to his mind. Fuck his image.

He kept whistling happily while he searched for the right key to open the door with one hand, the other holding the bag of freshly-made sweet buns that had his mouth salivating, anticipating Jimin’s sleepy face breaking into one of his beautiful smiles at the sight of them; maybe Jungkook would be able to steal a couple of kisses from him.

He came face to face with a freshly-showered Jimin, damp hair pointing everywhere and clothes two sizes too big on him. Jungkook smiled to himself, taking in the adorable sight in front of him until he spared a look at Jimin’s face.

He seemed surprised, eyes wide fixed on Jungkook who still stood by the door, mouth slightly ajar.

“What?” asked Jungkook, suddenly feeling uneasy at the other’s face. “Is something wrong?”

“I thought— why are you here?” stuttered Jimin, blinking rapidly. Jungkook’s heart sunk to his stomach as sudden panic fell on him. Why was Jimin surprised? Was Jimin not happy to see him? Had jungkook misinterpreted everything? Maybe Jimin hadn’t expected Jungkook to stay; Despite he had said he had wanted this for long, Jimin never said he wanted to repeat.

“I can leave if you want.” answered Jungkook sounding really defensive and forcing himself to not cry. Maybe he had been too positive, too quick on thinking the world was starting to smile at him; maybe the past night with Jimin had just been a fling for him and nothing else; maybe Jungkook had imagined that spark of love and fondness on his eyes. If that was the case, he wouldn’t let Jimin see him cry again, see he had hurt him.

“Wha— no! I don’t—“ said Jimin, taking a step forward as he moved his hands quickly. He seemed troubled, not sure how to react if his awkward stance near the bathroom’s door was anything to go by. “I was just surprised, I thought you left.”

“Well, I did,” mumbled Jungkook, eyes going down to the bag on his hands when holding Jimin’s stare became too much, heart hammering quickly against his ribcage. “I was hungry and thought you would like some sweets for breakfast.”

“Break— breakfast—” stuttered Jimin, voice sounding a bit incredulous under the anxiety that graced the question, “shit— breakfast?”

“Uh…Yes?” answered unsure Jungkook, confusion leveling up at the other’s growing smile. He blinked surprised when Jimin’s laugh broke the silence, observing as Jimin lifted his hands to drag over his face and that muffled a loud groan before he dropped them at the side and stared back at him.

“Shit, Jungkook— I hate you so much,” he said still laughing. Jungkook didn’t have time to react to that because the next second his arms were full of Jimin lifting on his tiptoes to try to kiss him, the citrusy smell of his shampoo invading Jungkook’s senses. He complied, thought, he let Jimin kiss him and hug his neck with both his arms tightly as his brain still tried to process what the fuck had just happened.

“I thought you left and wouldn’t come back.” explained Jimin against his lips before releasing a shaking breath, his eyes swelling up with tears despite the smile on his lips.

“What? no, hyung I wouldn’t—“ Jungkook tried to explain clumsily. He had so much to say, he had practiced on his way back to Jimin’s apartment the words he wanted to use to confess to the other in a less drunk-like manner, but now he couldn’t find the  proper words to convey his feelings. “I would never do that to you.”

Jimin nodded, sniffling loudly before hugging the younger tighter and burying his face on Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook had to embrace him tightly as Jimin dropped all his weight on him, seemingly really relieved to have the younger on his arms again.

“I was cursing at you so bad five minutes ago,” said Jimin, mirth gracing his tone before leaving a soft peck under Jungkook’s ear, “I’ve never said such awful words in my entire life. You have changed me Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook laughed as well, amused at the other’s words; only if Jimin knew how much he had changed Jungkook as well.

“I’m sorry Jimin,” he apologized sincerely, breathing in Jimin’s sweet scent. “I truly am.”

“I know silly,” said Jimin, leaning away to stare at him. Jungkook smiled at Jimin’s face, lacking annoyance or hurt despite his reddened eyes; he looked happy and relieved, a look Jungkook wanted to see on his face everyday. “I’m sorry for doubting you, for thinking you would leave… I didn’t see you and I panicked. It hurt to think that what happened last night meant nothing to you after all.”

Jungkook had wanted to surprise the other with breakfast and sweet kisses but instead Jimin woke up to an empty bed and emptier apartment and nothing to warn him about the younger’s whereabouts; Jungkook couldn’t blame him for thinking the worst of the situation. Actually, were Jimin someone else, Jungkook would have left without any remorse.

“It’s ok,” reassured Jungkook leaning in for a quick kiss, not even fighting back the urge of it. Why would he? It felt too good to have Jimin at his reach whenever he desired, it would be stupid of him to refrain himself when kissing Jimin was way more pleasant. “I would have thought same to be honest. But I’m here now and I’m planing to stay for as long as you want me to.”

“That’s good to hear, because I’m not letting you go anywhere.” replied Jimin, bumping their noses together before tilting his head to the side to seal their lips with another kiss. This time it lasted longer as Jungkook pressed Jimin firmly against him when the other tried to lean away; he wanted to put into that kiss his feelings, hoping Jimin would understand how much he felt towards him. And by the way Jimin melted against him, Jungkook knew he had understood.

Junkook was planing to stay forever and Jimin was accepting him with open arms.