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Four Words After Sex

Summary:

"Hey, wanna get pancakes?"

Notes:

this is just... fluff and romo shit idk

inspired by that twitter hashtag

as always, thank u nav ♡

translation in Russian here!

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“Hey, wanna get pancakes?”

Jimin shifts from where he lies in fucked out bliss, face-down with the sheets tossed loosely over his lower half. He blinks into his arm, yawning.

“What?”

“I’m hungry,” Jungkook says. Jimin feels the bed shift as he leaves it but doesn’t bother looking. He presses his cheek further into the mattress and lets his eyes drift shut.

“I’m sleepy.”

“Come on, hyung.” As Jungkook’s mouth touches the back of his neck, Jimin shivers. He kisses the knobby top of his spine, brushing his lips down his back. “We can get all you-can-eat pancakes at that one diner.”

Jimin mumbles a complaint that comes out like a whine. Jungkook’s warm hand traces down his side, coming to rest at his hip, where his thumb massages circles into Jimin’s skin. He nibbles his lower back and sucks; the wet of his tongue has Jimin arching back, just a bit.

“Milkshakes, too. You can get the cookies and cream one you like.”

“I don’t wanna shower.”

“Fuck that. I’m not gonna shower.”

“Jungkook, that’s gross.”

Jimin can feel Jungkook grinning into his skin. “What? You don’t have any cum in your hair, so.”

Jimin reaches behind him to smack Jungkook’s head. Jungkook pulls away, laughing.

“Hyung, please.” His tone turns pleading. “I’ll eat your ass again in the morning.”

“You say that like you weren’t already going to.”

Jimin lets Jungkook roll him onto his back so he’s looking at him, hovering over him with his lower lip jutting out in a pout. He’s put on a pair of tight boxers, the hem low enough that the hickeys Jimin sucked into his hip bones are visible. His hair’s a mess and his lips are swollen and there’s another bruise on his throat. They’re not really in any state to go out in public.

“Hyung, I want pancakes.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Jimin pushes him away with a hand to his chest and sits up, sighing.

Jungkook looks almost comically pleased, toothy grin and scrunched-up eyes. It's cute, and Jimin's weak, so he finds him leaning over to kiss his nose. 2 AM breakfast doesn't sound so bad, after all.

At least until he's trying to put on underwear and Jungkook's kissing down his shoulder, arms tangled around his waist.

"If you keep distracting me, we're never gonna go," Jimin complains, but he likes Jungkook's lips on him far too much to pull away.

Jungkook leaves him alone, eventually, after a final nibble on a hickey at the junction of his shoulder and neck. Jimin finds a pair of sweats and Jungkook's hoodie to wear, no shirt underneath, big enough that it falls down his thighs and shows off his collarbones.

"I'm driving," Jimin says when he sees Jungkook grab his keys along with his wallet. Jungkook huffs but doesn't argue.

Jungkook's in a baggy t-shirt, loose sweats, his favorite pair of Timbs, and a red beanie. It's a good look, even if he could pass for just having gotten out of bed. By the car, Jimin adjusts his beanie for him, fixing the locks of hair that fall onto his forehead. Jungkook uses the opportunity to put his hands on Jimin's hips and drag him close, pecking his cheeks.

"Hold still," Jimin mutters, reaching back to pull the beanie a little lower.

Jungkook yanks, and Jimin stumbles into his chest. He's warm and solid and the way he grins down at him is a little blinding.

"Fuck off," Jimin says, but he's pleased, peering at him from under his lashes.

"Is that what you want?" Jungkook teases, leaning in to kiss him.

Jimin only lets him lick into his mouth for a moment before pulling away, smacking his chest. "You want those pancakes or not?"

"You sound like the eager one now," Jungkook says as they slip into the car.

"I'm not eager, I just wanna get it over with."

"Liar. You really want that milkshake, admit it."

Jimin's going to do no such thing, so he purses his lips as he pulls out of the parking garage and onto the street. The diner isn't far; they could probably walk, if they wanted, but it's 2 AM and he's tired and it's kind of chilly, too. It's entirely empty when they enter. The diner is designed to look like a western one, with its red stools and menu full of burgers and omelettes.

The only waitress in sight waves them in, telling them to sit wherever they'd like. Jimin heads for a somewhat secluded booth toward the back, in case they're loud, with a nice view of the empty parking lot through the large windows. He slides into one side; rather than sit opposite him, Jungkook slides in right next to him.

"What are you doing?" Jimin says, but Jungkook just scoots in, crowding him toward the window.

"Sitting. What's it look like?"

"Sit on the other side."

"Nope," Jungkook responds cheerily, slouching comfortably and slinging an arm around Jimin's shoulders.

"But then I can't look at you when we're talking."

"Then I can't hold you when we're talking."

Jimin pouts, tries to look irritated, but judging by the way Jungkook grins at him, he fails. A secret part of him likes it, likes Jungkook's proximity, his warmth and the protective arm over his shoulders. Likes feeling like he's his.

The waitress steps up to their table, notepad in hand. Jimin flushes, but Jungkook doesn't move away.

"What can I get you?" she asks. Despite the hour, she looks lively, her smile genuine. Her name tag reads Junghwa .

"All-you-can-eat pancakes," Jungkook says immediately. "And an extra plate."

"Got it. Anything else?"

Jungkook's about to decline when Jimin smacks his stomach. "Wait, um. A plate of hash browns, too, please. And a cookies and cream milkshake," Jimin adds.

"Knew you wanted the milkshake," Jungkook says triumphantly. Jimin shoots him a look, but the waitress laughs.

"Who wouldn't want one?" she says. "How about you, no milkshake?"

"Actually. A vanilla milkshake."

"Boring," Jimin singsongs.

"Hey, you can never go wrong with a classic vanilla," Junghwa says. "I'll be right out with your food!"

As soon as she turns away, Jimin shifts in his seat so he can see Jungkook better. "Are you sure you don't want anything else? You didn't eat much, earlier."

"I'm going to eat, like, twenty pancakes."

"They have chicken plates and stuff, if you want."

"We're here for breakfast, Jiminie, not chicken."

Jimin bristles, smacking Jungkook's arm off his shoulder. "I'm your hyung, you asshole--"

Jungkook scoots in, forcing him closer to the window, catching him in his arms when he's near enough. "You're so cute when you're mad."

He's not really mad, that's the only reason it's cute-- they both know Jimin's scary when he's actually pissed. Even Jungkook doesn't dare mess with him when that happens. For now, Jimin plays along, furrowing his brows and smacking his sweater paws into Jungkook's chest even as he tucks him in closer.

Jungkook kisses him briefly before pulling away, returning his arm to Jimin's shoulders. "I like when you wear my clothes," he says, picking at the hem of the sweatshirt Jimin's wearing. The admission is surprisingly sweet, without any of Jungkook's customary teasing.

"Me, too," Jimin says.

Junghwa brings them their milkshakes first. Jimin starts on his immediately, a hum of satisfaction escaping him at the first sip.

"And you didn't want to come," Jungkook says, bypassing the straw to bring the whole cup to his mouth.

"Shut up."

"Not until you admit this was a good idea."

It is a good idea-- a fantastic one, in fact. Something about the sugary milkshake after sex really hits the spot. But Jimin's not about to inflate Jungkook's ego, so he shoots him a look and resumes slurping on his shake. He scoops up some of the whipped cream with a spoon, eyes fluttering shut at the pure sweetness. There's a little red cherry on top, too, and Jimin eyes it, wondering if it's worth playing with Jungkook. He decides it is-- it always is-- and plucks the cherry from its nest of whipped cream.

There's no one around to see. Junghwa's in the kitchen, and he hopes she's not coming out anytime soon. Without so much as a glance in Jungkook's direction, he tilts his head back, dangling the cherry above his mouth. He brings it down to his lips slowly, mouthing the cherry. From the corner of his eye, he catches Jungkook turn to look at him. Lashes fluttering, he sucks, laving his tongue around the round fruit.

Jungkook shifts next to him, stiffening, and Jimin smirks. Deciding he's played with him enough, he snaps his teeth down, separating the cherry from its stem. Then he turns to Jungkook, chewing cheerfully.

"What?" he says, like he doesn't know why Jungkook's eyes are wide and his cheeks pink. He's got a mustache of milk and whipped cream above his upper lip, and it makes Jimin laugh. "You're so cute," he coos, grabbing a napkin to wipe it off.

Jungkook grabs his wrist when he's done, before he can pull his hand away. "You're a menace."

Junghwa returns with a plate of four pancakes and the hash browns, cutting off any response Jimin might come up with. Jimin's mouth waters at the sight of them, extra fluffy and so warm steam drifts atop the stack.

"Enjoy," she says.

They split the pancakes into both plates evenly. Jimin drowns his in blueberry syrup, bypassing the butter, while Jungkook lathers his in a layer of butter and a modest amount of plain syrup compared to Jimin. They don't talk, too busy devouring their food. Jungkook finishes first, sitting back with a content sigh. Jimin spears a bite of his pancake and holds it out for Jungkook.

"Try it," he says. "The blueberry is good."

Jungkook lets him feed it to him. "It's good," he says, "but you're gonna die if you keep using that much syrup."

Jimin huffs. "Mind your own business, Jungkookie."

Junghwa passes by and catches sight of their nearly finished food. "I've already got more pancakes ready for you guys," she says. "I'll bring them out."

She returns with four each, this time, probably due to the rapidity with which they'd finished the first set.

"You know," Jungkook says conversationally when she sets the plates down and leaves. "I wonder how many pancakes I could eat in one sitting."

"What's the most you've eaten?"

He considers it, tapping his lip with his fork. "Good question. Fifteen, maybe? But I was high, so."

"Weak."

"Like you can eat even half as many."

"Can, too."

"Fine. Let's see who can eat the most pancakes tonight."

Jimin's not going to win. Mostly because Jungkook is scary competitive, even more than Jimin, and because Jimin's a little better acquainted with the concept of "moderation" than Jungkook. "I'm gonna win," Jimin says.

"You're on."

Jimin clocks out at seven pancakes. Jungkook's still going, but he's starting to look worn down, his bites slower. In between eating, he rests a hand on his stomach, attempting and failing to be discreet about it.

"Just give up," Jimin says.

"Jeon Jungkook does not give up."

"Can't we have an even count of pancakes eaten? Seven for you, seven for me?"

"A tie isn't winning , hyung."

"If you vomit in my car, I'm going to kill you."

Jungkook gives up after ten pancakes. He slumps, groaning, loosening the ties on his sweats. Jimin watches him, laughing behind his hand.

"If I were high," Jungkook claims, "I'd keep going."

"If I were high, I'd eat twenty."

"Next time, we're coming when we're high."

"I'm not sure if I'd want to eat twenty. I'm just saying I would."

Jungkook has a drop of syrup on the corner of his mouth. Jimin wipes it off with his thumb, then licks it off.

"Quit it," Jungkook mumbles, slumping onto Jimin's shoulder. Jimin supports his weight with a laugh, threading his fingers through Jungkook's soft hair. "I'm too sleepy for that."

"For what?" Jimin doesn't quite manage to keep the fond amusement from his tone.

Jungkook waves his hand sloppily. "That."

Jimin kisses the top of his head. "Right, that explains it."

"You know what I mean."

Junghwa brings them the bill; Jungkook surges back to life to argue about who's paying. In the end, Jimin wins, snatching Jungkook's card from his hand and dropping it down his hoodie so he can place his own down instead.

"You really wanna do that?" Jungkook says, shifting so he's fully facing Jimin, grabbing fistfuls of the hoodie.

Jimin giggles, leaning away, but Jungkook holds on tight, scooting toward him.

"I'll rip this off you right now, if you want."

Jimin's a giggling mess, leaning back so far he'd be lying down on the bench if Jungkook wasn't holding him up. Jungkook leans in, hovering over him, and Jimin's caught between laughter and a hot blush rising up his neck.

"Jungkookie--" he says, breathless. "We're in public ."

"You started it."

Then Jungkook's hand dips under his hoodie, cold fingers dragging up Jimin's skin. He gasps, arching into his touch. As soon as Jungkook grabs his card, he pulls his hand out, triumphant glint in his eyes. Jimin waits for him to let go, but he doesn't, holding Jimin in place just long enough to swoop down and mouth at one of the very visible hickeys on his collarbone.

Then he straightens, pulling Jimin up with him. He's about to trade Jimin's card out for his own when Junghwa passes by, snatching the receipt and card with a promise to be back in a moment.

"I win," Jimin says smugly.

Jungkook taps one of Jimin's still-blushing cheeks. "Whatever you say, hyung."

When Junghwa returns, she tells them to have a good night. "You guys are really cute together," she says, then smiles and turns away before they can thank her.

Jimin follows Jungkook out of the diner, a little embarrassed, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. Jungkook waits for him to catch up, the glass doors swinging shut behind them, and slings an arm around his shoulders.

"Everyone always says that," Jungkook says.

"Yeah," Jimin murmurs, curling into the warmth of Jungkook's side.

"So, twenty pancakes next time?"

"Make it twenty-one."