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Jikook Tattoo Parlor AU

Jungkook's heavily inked arms dug further under the pillow, shoving his face into it as he groaned in displeasure, his alarm screeching loudly on the bedside table. He had dreamt of him again.

Reluctantly, he frees himself from the warm embrace of his bed and stands to stretch his arms and back. He forces his thoughts back to the present, just as he had for the last 3 years, and quiets his alarm.

His morning routine goes as follows: brushing his teeth in the shower, fixing his hair up just so-so, and throwing on a baggy white tshirt and whatever jeans his eyes laid on first. Before heading out the door he shoves a red beanie over his hair, brushing the fringe on his forehead to the left and out of his eyes.

Hello's are exchanged with Yoongi, the piercer he's been working with for about two and a half years now, once he gets to work and settles into his station. He begins to doodle absentmindedly in the sketchbook he keeps handy because it's early and there aren't any customers yet.

Jungkook is very proud and passionate when it comes to his work, even if he doesn't always make him enough money to pay the bills. Two long years and he's still building his clientele. He loves his job because, although he's fairly shy outside of work, he enjoys the hours that pass when he's chatting with a cheerful customer. Loves listening to their stories and their reasons, or lack there of, for wanting a tattoo. Sometimes he'll see familiar faces as a previous customer returns to be inked by him again; letting him peek into their lives once more as they catch him up on the updated chapters of their lives since their last visit. All the while he'd decorate their skin the way they wanted, bringing their skin to life with bright inks and defined black lines as he listened.

Although Jungkook is grateful to his work, his life has felt lackluster ever since he lost the only person he'd ever been in love with.

Jungkook had met a boy named Jimin one summer at a friend's party. Their personalities jivved and eventually, after remaining close friends for their first year of college, became a couple that next summer.

Despite their busy schedules they'd spend their nights together in one of their dorms, hushed whispers, giggles and moans shared late at night regardless of the fact that they had classes the next day. The power of their youthful love too strong to withhold. During the two week long breaks they got, they behaved like a young teenage couple in love. They held hands wherever they went together, fed each other ice cream and popcorn on dates, visited museums, aquariums and festivals together. Long, lazy evenings were spent watching the sunset, the smell of freshly cut grass and hot dog stands wafting in the air around them as children play roughly with each other nearby.

When their summer came to an end, so did their short-lived romance. Jungkook thought they had really fallen in love and that Jimin was the one but the spell was broken when Jimin suddenly moved to Seoul with his family, leaving Jungkook's 18 year old heart to break and callous for protection.

They lost contact and shortly thereafter Jungkook moved to Seoul aswell, convinced that it wasn't in hopes of finding Jimin again, and started a body modification business. He hired a friend of his as a piercer and they hunkered down in a small building near downtown Seoul.

Three years had passed since the break up and Jungkook's heart was as bitter as ever. A never ending, monochrome winter had droned on for months, leaving the only color in Jungkook's life to be the vibrant inks that accompanied him everyday without fail. The cold temperatures and grayscale scenery was exactly fitting to Jungkook's jaded self.

But now the once skeletal trees outside the studio were rejuvinating, taking on lush green leaves and sprouting lovely pink flowers after the heavy spring rains that had persisted for days on end.
The sky was now clearer than it had been in months; no longer suffocated by looming grey clouds and instead producing a striking blue sky, fluffy white clouds spotting the city of Seoul with large shadows.

Contrary to the way it looked outside, it was still chilly as Spring arrived at her leisure. Luckily, Jungkook had thought to briefly step outside before deciding whether or not to wear something warm, the cool temperature shooing him back indoors to retrieve a plain black hoodie.

At 5:00 pm Jungkook found himself staring absentmindedly out the parlor's window. Yoongi had cleaned up around his piercing station and was now settled down for a nap, head bent uncomfortably into his own shoulder. It had been a particularly slow business day, so he could afford a nap.

Jungkook gazes admiringly at the newborn blossoms now inhabiting the trees outside their shop. He makes a mental note to sketch them later. His eyes then drift to watch as a man approaches the shop from across the street.

Said man fits the scenery perfectly. A baggy, pastel blue sweater hangs loosely on his narrow shoulders, pale and defined collarbones on display. His light washed skinny jeans are rolled up to reveal a silver anklet dangling above a pair of worn out white sneakers. The man's hair is a similar pink to the pale blossoms that hang in abundance from the trees around him. Jungkook's fingers itch to sketch the image before him.

The door is tugged open, the attached bells chiming happily as the blue-clad man steps inside. He glances around the shop briefly before meeting Jungkook's eyes, a polite smile on his face. Jungkook's body stiffens, he feels his heart stop momentarily before picking up rapidly as his eyes meet those that he hasn't seen in years. A hint of smudged purple eyeliner makes Jimin appear different from Jungkook's memory but he feels sure that it's him.

The dangling silver earrings he wears swing from Jimin's ears and time seems to slow as the cherry blossom esque man approaches Jungkook's station. Jungkook's trained artist eyes don't miss the tinted gloss that shines on those once so familiar lips. They turn up into a smile again and Jungkook reverts his gaze to Jimin's eyes, slightly embarrassed. Jungkook thinks he's become even more beautiful than before.

Jungkook bites at the dry skin of his lips, a nervous habit, before he finally speaks.

"Uh, Welcome. What can I do for you today? Looking to get some ink, a piercing maybe?" Jungkook plasters on what he hopes looks like a calm and friendly smile and motions for Jimin to take a seat on the other side of his drawing desk.

"Yeah. I'm thinking about getting an entire sleeve, actually?"

Jimin's voice is lilted with his Busan accent and it's like a time capsul to Jungkook who is immediately catapulted back in time. Oh, how he had missed that sound.

Jungkook's legs begin to bounce uneasily under his desk when memories of being lovers flood his mind, drowning him until he feels like he can't quite breathe. The memories have replayed in his mind millions of times over the years, but now the featured man was back in front of him, warm brown eyes looking at him expectantly. He realizes he hasn't yet responded and trips awkwardly over his words.

"Oh! Yeah, sure. Alrighty.. Wh- um, What do you have in mind?" His hands fiddle with a pencil, tapping it against his desk in a way that must be annoying but he's so damn jittery.

"Well.. I really love flowers and I thought it would be pretty cool to have an arm full of them?" Everything Jimin says comes out as a question and Jungkook wonders if Jimin recognizes him and is as nervous as he is.

"Okay and do you have any particular flowers in mind? I could sketch out a sleeve and you can let me know what you think."

The names of various flowers are counted off on Jimin's short, pink-tipped fingers, "Peonies, hydrangeas.. Asters.. Carnations, and Snapdragons."

Jungkook nods and slides his phone from his pocket to google reference photos of each one, taking screenshots as he goes.

"So these, right?" Jungkook leans awkwardly overtop of the desk to show Jimin his screen. The familiar scent of lavender and patchouli catches Jungkook offguard and once again he's propelled into a past, the memory of a shy Jimin asking if it was "really okay for him, a man" to wear a floral scent.

He tries to shake off the intrusive flashbacks, mind swirling in the faint memorized scent of freshly squeezed lemonade and festival fireworks. "And.. what kind of color scheme are you thinking?"

"Yes those and, um, I want various blue tones, a touch of pink and purple here and there.. with green leaves filling in space wherever it's needed.."

With his voice trailing off, Jimin gets distracted by the hundreds of tattoo designs lining the walls. His mouth hangs open slightly from the backward crane of his neck as his eyes scan up the wall nearest to him.

"Wow. You're so talented.. seriously, like, you're gifted."

Jungkook's pride inflates at the compliment, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. Having been too insecure, back when they were dating, he had never allowed anyone to see his drawings. He would sketch Jimin's peaceful face as he slept and hide it from him in the morning, afraid of any possible reaction.

Doting eyes are glued to the small man before him, unable to contain the cheesy grin plastered on his face, giddy from the compliment he'd yearned to hear for what seems like decades.

"Thank you. It-uh, it means a lot. I try my best."

"I can tell," Jimin murmurs, taking one last look around before turning his attention back to Jungkook and dropping his chin into his palm. "How long have you been drawing?"

"Oh, I've always drawn. I started using art to express myself a little over three years ago because, well," Jungkook casts his eyes downward and fidgets with the hem of his shirt before looking back up. "I guess I went through a bit of a bump in life, you know?"

Big, curious doe eyes search Jimin's face for any sign of recognition but turn out empty as Jimin leans back in his chair with a sigh.

"Wow, yeah, believe me when I say I understand."

Silence follows and it starts to register inside of Jungkook that he isn't remembered. A dull irritation awakens deep in his heart like leftover burning embers from a fire because of course he believes Jimin. He'd only spent the last three years agonizing over the loss of the man in front of him, no biggie. But really, they're each other's reason for the rough patch in the others life, afterall.

When Jungkook fails to answer, Jimin starts up again, as bubbly as ever. He has no idea.

"So, how old are you now?"

He really doesn't know.

"21."

"Ohh, so I'm you're hyung! I'm 23."

Jungkook scoffs almost inaudibly and mostly to himself, the embers in his chest flaring and threatening to ignite. Disbelief is written all over his face as he turns briefly to face a sleeping Yoongi. Maybe Jungkook is actually being visited by a doppleganger or maybe this is all some fucked up prank to mess with his mind and heart. He'd spent roughly 1,095 days trying not to think about him and Jimin had completely forgotten about him. It hurts.

He looks back at Jimin, a contempt smile on his lips, visibly upset by Jimin's lack of recognition, right cheek bulging out as his tongue presses against it irritably and let's out a sarcastic laugh. "Hah! Yup, guess so! Anyway, why don't we get started on the design.. uh.." He draws out the syllable and raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for maybe-not-Jimin to fill in the blank and confirm his identity.

"Jimin. My name's Jimin, and you are?"

Harsh reality smacks Jungkook in the face: so it is really Jimin and he really does not recognize him. The truest form of love Jungkook had ever felt was for this man and this is what he gets. His lips are pursed as he takes in this information.

A deep sigh heaves his chest as he ponders the way he must be presenting himself right now. Then he realizes just how long three years is and how much they've both changed. Jungkook has grown a lot since they'd last seen each other, his shoulders are broader and he's much taller. He'd built up his muscle mass and he was now covered in tattoos, his hair dyed a darker brown than before. On second thought, perhaps Jimin not recognizing him wasn't all that shocking. Jungkook was an entirely different man now, afterall.

Betrayal still feels like the best word to fit the situation and Jungkook has to hold back another bark of sarcasm as he musters a reply, putting little effort into hiding the tone of his voice.

"Jungkook is the name," He deadpans as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Jeon Jungkook. That lump over there is Yoongi. He's our piercer. Hope I can do your tattoo justice." His words are colorless as he tosses a thumb over his shoulder in Yoongi's direction when he's mention, avoiding Jimin's eyes. When he finally turns to meet Jimin's gaze, it's a surpised one. His eyes are wide, brows hicked up in shock under his mound of pink bangs.

Jungkook's scarred up heart suddenly skips at the way Jimin's eyes all but disappear as his surprise melts into a smile, recognition suddenly cascading over his features. His hair and the embarrassed blush that dusts sweetly over his cheeks accentuates the lovely hue of his full pink lips, making Jungkook's heart just about break because wow, had he missed that smile. A small smile tips the corners of Jungkook's own mouth upward in an automatic response, unable to continue being upset at this sweet, angelic man.

"Jungkookie? I can't believe that's actually you... you've really changed haven't you?" Jimin's voice is barely audible, his surprise quiet instead of boisterous, as if he's afraid to admit his shock outloud. Jungkook's body instinctively moves closer to hear him better.

When Jimin reaches forward as if to try and feel the changes in Jungkook with his own fingertips, he flinches, as if electrocuted, and pulls his hand away. There's a beat of silence before Jimin clears his throat.

"So I was thinking.." Jimin changes the subject quickly, rolling up the sleeve of his right arm as if nothing had happened. He indicates using a small pinky, "I was thinking to start the sleeve about here and to have it end here."

What the fuck was that, Jungkook wonders. He longs to feel Jimin's touch again and stares at the small flushed hands that are performing gestures as Jimin speaks enthusiastically of his ideas. Jungkook forces himself to push his thoughts to the back of his mind and instead focus his attention on listening intently to Jimin. Taking out his sketchbook, he begins sketching rough outlines simultaneously.

A whole hour passes before Jimin leaves the shop. During that time, they notice seperately and wordlessly that the connection between them remains the same as three years ago. Energy surging through and around them, their dialogue easy and laid back as they catch up on missed events in each other's lives, leaving out the painful details.

Jungkook promised Jimin that he'd have a final draft of the design in two days. They had embraced briefly, leaving Jungkook short of air as he'd mumbled a goodbye.

Later that night Jungkook went out to dinner with Yoongi and explained everything that had happened. Yoongi listened, he really did, but he couldn't help the frown tugging on his lips because oh, he realized, it was that Jimin. Yoongi tried his best to appear supportive for his friend. He has reasonable doubts about the man whose name had so often left Jungkook's sob ridden face, whose name Yoongi had once grown accustomed to hearing fall from Jungkook's sleeping lips when he lived on Yoongi's couch; yes, he had his doubts.

-

The two days went by painfully slow. Jungkook and Yoongi both had seemingly endless waves of customers each day; the warmer weather beckoning Seoul's population to come out and play.

Jungkook works on Jimin's design between clients and Yoongi notices just how often Jungkook brings up old Jimin stories to his clients throughout the day. It was a rare thing for the damaged man to speak of Jimin at work but he seemed to have sprung back to life less than 24 hours after their reunion.

Yoongi was afraid, deathly afraid of Jungkook getting hurt by Jimin again but remained silent and listened when Jungkook would gush about the man whose hair resembled cotton candy.

Jungkook wrestled with the design for hours, drawing and redrawing petals and placing them just right, until finally he felt satisfied with it early on the day Jimin was coming back.

He reclines in his chair and twists to look at Yoongi who's slouched and grinning lazily at a video on his phone. Jungkook watches him admiringly and thinks that his recently dyed black hair suites his friend well; he tells him so and Yoongi's pale face brightens with the slight blush of his cheeks as he thanks him.

Over the last few years, Jungkook had gone to Yoongi for help during the rough periods of his life; Yoongi had even let Jungkook stay at his place for a number of months when Jungkook's business was too slow and he was evicted but was too emotionally exhausted to care. Jungkook thought highly of Yoongi, for this hyung was an extremely calm and collected person and Jungkook admired his ability to handle other people's shit when it wasn't his responsibility. Needless to say, Jungkook was incredibly grateful to have Yoongi in his life.

He's my rock, Jungkook thought just before the chimes on the door began to jingle, the boy just about getting whiplash as he turned his head hopefully towards the sound.

"Hello!"

Jimin's voice rings out the last syllable in a cute and cheery manner. His bright, chirpy voice filling the small studio and catching the men's attention with ease. He lifts his small hands up, covered once again in sweater paws from an oversized yellow hoodie, to either side of his face and waves sweetly at Jungkook, flashing a charming eye-smile just for him.

Yoongi sits up straight, eyes untrusting as he studies their guest. His gaze flickers to Jungkook whose face is split in a dopey grin as he watches Jimin approach.

Jungkook rotates his chair fully to face Jimin who plants himself in the leather couch of the waiting area.

"How's the design coming along?"

Jungkook fumbles through his desk drawers for a solid minute before realizing his sketchbook is laying on the desk.

"Oh wow. I'm an actual idiot." Jungkook mumbles lamely, ears turning pink with embarrassment as he flips through the pages. He suddenly feels nervous and unsure of himself when he finds the page and walks over to Jimin. "Here's what I have so far, tell me what you think, Jiminie. I tried my hardest."

The familiar taste of his name is heaven on his tongue and Jungkook thinks he should use it more often.

He takes a seat beside Jimin and moves to put the sketchbook between them but Jimin unexpectedly scoots closer to Jungkook, crossing one leg over the other. Jimin snatches the book from him and looks over the sketch; Jungkook uses this as an opportunity to silently observe him.

Jimin is as beautiful as ever; a new, more feminine air surrounding him in the way he speaks and moves. Jungkook notices he's wearing eyeliner again and thinks it's suitable for Jimin's pretty brown eyes. He always had loved the shape of his eyes and the way they were just a bit uneven in size, giving them character--

A voice addressing him abruptly wakes him out of his thoughts.

"Wow! This looks exactly how I imagined it. Jungkookie, you're incredible!" Jimin slings an arm around Jungkook's shoulders in a relaxed hug and tilts his head to face Jungkook, his smile all white teeth and pretty lips.

Jungkook's ears burn red at the praise and the proximity of their faces. A huge toothy grin taking over his face and causing his nose to scrunch with the force of it. His eyes crinkle adoringly at the corners as he forces himself to look Jimin in the eyes.

"I'm so glad you think so, Jiminie. Wanna start the outline today then?" He asks too eagerly, peering into Jimin's eyes. There's a moment of silence and he immediately beings to ramble and tug nervously at the hair on his neck, turning to face the floor. "I-I mean I don't have anyone booked today.. unless you want to wait.. actually are you busy today? Agh, fuck, sorry I don't know what I'm saying."

Jimin covers his mouth and laughs at Jungkook's awkwardness.

"No, I'm not busy.. and why would I wait? Let's do this!" Jimin exclaims, smile reaching his eyes as he releases his hold on Jungkook and throws himself into the large tattoo chair.

Jungkook gets to work shortly after their exchange. He frowns when his rubber gloves refuse him any skin-to-skin contact but is soon distracted by the contrast of Jimin's pale skin and the thin black line work. Jimin watches him trace delicate threads of black ink into his skin; to him it resembles beautiful lace. Both are captivated by the beauty of it.

The buzz of Jungkook's tattoo gun doesn't interfere with their easy flow of conversation. Jimin giggles, yes giggles, into the charming sweater paw of his free arm, eyes creasing into lovely crescent shapes whenever Jungkook says anything remotely funny. Yoongi occassionally bursts into their little world and makes a sarcastic remark about an irritating customer he's had, causing the pair to errupt into laughter.

When the outline is finally finished, four hours have already passed in a flash.

Mid-laugh with his head thrown back against the black leather seat, Jimin utters incredible words much too casually, "I've missed you so much Jungkookie. You're so fun."

It catches Jungkook by surprise and he feels like the breath has been knocked out of him as he looks at the beautiful giggling man before him, who is entirely unaware of the affect his words have had.

"You're adorable." The words leave on accident and Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise, embarrassment flushing his face as he looks down at his hands, wringing them together. "Oh- I, uh. I've missed you too, Jimin. So much, um, you have no idea actually."

Jungkook glances up at him as Jimin tilts his head in his direction, absolutely beaming at him. It's then that Jungkook realizes just how completely hooked he is, just as he had been three years ago.

Jungkook realized the day before that he'd been grinning as soon as the slightest ghost of a smile appears on the small man's face, but he excused himself mentally. He now let himself come to terms with the fact that Jimin is like a drug to him and God does he want to relapse after all this time.

Jimin exits the shop after getting bandaged, leaving Jungkook to continue grinning foolishly as he falls back into his chair with a satisfied sigh.

"Someone is smitten." Yoongi smirks knowingly from where he's seated on the opposite side of the room. Despite his distrust of Jimin, he can't help smiling at the way Jungkook seems so happy.

"He's so... wow." Strong adoration can be seen in Jungkook's eyes as he stares off in the direction Jimin had gone. "Not just physically either, like, his personality is so cheery and sweet. He's so different from before and so.. so.. pretty."

"Yeah, he is. He definitely doesn't seem like the same man you once told me about, but you've already been hurt by him once, Jungkook-ah." Yoongi's voice is soft with an underlying stern tone. A glint of hope lingers in his eyes because all he wants is for Jungkook to get a happy ending for once.

"I know, Hyung. I'll be careful."

"I'll support you, Jungkook-ah. But if he hurts you again... I don't know what I'll do." Yoongi allows himself to smile at his junior once more.

-

Jimin's last session with Jungkook is scheduled for today; his tattoo will be colored in over the course of roughly 5 hours. Jungkook is simultaneously looking forward to it and dreading it; hating the idea that maybe nothing has changed and Jimin will leave again, for good this time. He keeps a tight hold on his hope throughout the day.

Jungkook sets three coffees down on his desk before shrugging out of his denim jacket, groggily mumbling a greeting to Yoongi who has yet to show he's acknowledged him. When his worn out, distracted hyung finally looks up from his phone, he pipes up immediately at the sight of the warm drink held out in front of him.

"Ah! What a good kid you are Jungkook-ah." Yoongi ruffles the younger man's hair gently and takes his respective cup. He takes a sip, pointing at a third cup. With an inquiring brow he asks, "Is that for Jimin?"

Jungkook nods and pats his hair back into place as well as he can manage; now wishing he had worn a beanie. Jungkook had actually taken extra time out of his morning to dress a bit nicer than usual. His clothing of choice being a crisp and casual black button up, the sleeves rolled stylishly up to his elbows. He paired it with a new pair of jeans he'd bought recently and his Timberlands that were probably much too worn out to go with the outfit but he didn't mind.

Jungkook shrugs as though it's nothing serious. "Just incase he gets here early or whatever."

They're chatting and sipping away at their warm drinks when, sure enough, Jimin comes in earlier than expected. It's 9:15 am and the shop had just opened when Jungkook arrived at 9.

"Morning guys!" Jimin exclaims bouyantly, smiling as per usual.

"Jimin-ah, welcome back," Yoongi smiles politely at him only to turn and wink at Jungkook, who doesn't miss it but acts as though he has.

"Morning Jiminie. Wasn't your session scheduled for later today?" Jungkook watches the boy with wide eyes, surprised that his prediction was correct.

It's too damn early for this, Jungkook thinks as he looks Jimin up and down. He's sporting round, silver glasses, a black beanie hugging at the back of his head, quickly fading pink fringe on display and, to top it off, he's dressed solely in grey sweats. The pants are loose but tight enough to be flattering and the sweatshirt swallows him whole, as expected. Jungkook notices the lack of makeup. Jimin looks so soft and it takes all of Jungkook's strength not to wrap his arm's around Jimin's tiny frame. He honestly can't believe that it's this early in the morning and he's already having to hold back. How ludicrous.

"Trying to run me off already Kookie?" Jimin asks playfully and Jungkook flushes at the old nickname. Jimin takes a seat beside him. "I figured you guys didn't have much business in the morning and we could get it done early!"

It had already been three days but Jungkook still couldn't fathom that Jimin was really back in his sight; he couldn't control the smile that brightened his features. Jimin seemed to glow in their poorly lit studio, the early hour failing to aid in brightening the room.

Yoongi and Jungkook share a faux offended glance at Jimin's "low business" accusation before breaking character and nodding that yes, it was alright for him to be here early. A light hearted laugh is shared between the three.

Yoongi sips casually at his coffee, attention back on his phone. Jungkook notices and only then does he remember the coffee he bought for Jimin.

"Oh, Jimin-"

"Why don't you ever call me hyung? I am your hyung afterall!" Jimin cuts him off and crosses his arms dramatically over his chest.

A tsk and the shake of his head is Jungkook's response but he's unable to contain an adoring smile as he holds the coffee out to Jimin.

Jimin frowns at his sleeve covered hands when they make it difficult to grasp the coffee. With a deep sigh, he makes a show of rolling his sleeves up over his wrists, hands now free to grip the cup.

"And why in the world would I call someone as small and cute as you 'Hyung'?" Jungkook shakes his head again like it's the most ridiculous idea he's ever heard and smirks, stepping closer to accentuate their height difference.

It's really not that big of a difference but it feels bigger when he's teasing his dainty hyung. He holds the coffee up, just high enough so that Jimin's short fingers can graze the bottom of it. Damn his genetics for giving him short arms and damn Jungkook for that shit eatting grin on his face.

He lands a smack on Jungkook's chest, "Oh shut up! You're like two inches taller and I'm still older than you, brat. Show me some respect." He crosses his arms and pouts heavily, lips drooping adorably and Jungkook fights the urge to kiss him right then and there.

He opts for patting Jimin's head instead and cooes, "Aw~, such a cute hyung!" A deep chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. "Like that? Is that what you wanted?"

Jimin smacks his chest again, harder this time, but a blush creeps into his cheeks as he tilts his head down shyly. Jungkook decides that's enough teasing and finally hands him the coffee, stepping away to set up his inks.

About two hours into the coloring process Jungkook announces that he hasn't eaten yet and that, using his most pained tone of voice, he is literally starving.

"Need. Food." Jungkook groans and rubs at his stomach.

"I haven't eatten either, don't be so dramatic Kook," Yoongi states, eyes leaving his phone momentarily to roll mockingly.

"But hyuung~ I'm starving~" Jungkook whines.

"Um, I can go across the street and buy a few burgers? I'm pretty hungry, too." Jimin offers, already standing to leave.

"God bless Jimin." Yoongi sighs pressing his hands into a praying position, finally looking away from his phone and at the ceiling to thank the gods who made the mentioned boy. He tilts his head and winks at Jungkook again. Jungkook sees him mouth the words "right Jungkook?" but acts as though he didn't.

"Jiminie, wait!"

Jungkook catches him by the wrist and skillfully wraps paper towels around the fresh, partially finished ink wound before letting him go. When he sits back down, he rolls his chair over to punch Yoongi in the arm.

"Hyung, you shit! You couldn't be more obvious. Quit with the winking business, jesus."

"Who? Me obvious? What about you dumbass! I swear to god I see literal hearts in your eyes when you look at him," He snorts to himself. "And I'd bet my whole ass that he's still into you, too."

Yoongi nudges him playfully with an elbow causing Jungkook to roll his eyes but a smile tugs at his lips.

The teasing continues for the entire fifteen minutes that Jimin is gone. Jokes about seeing Jungkook drool over Jimin's ass, about Jimin's smile making Jungkook stutter, about the way the two get lost in each other's eyes only to look away awkwardly and change the subject.
Much to Jungkook's delight, the teasing stops when Jimin is seen crossing back across the road.

When Jimin gets to the door his armful of goodies make it difficult to open the door. In a flash, of course, Jungkook is there to assist, opening the door and taking the bag to lighten the load in Jimin's arms. Yoongi stands and cheers when Jimin steps back inside and drops to bow at his feet.

"All hail Jimin!"

Jungkook raises his brows in surprise and glances at a giggling Jimin. This inevitably leads to Jungkook joining Yoongi on floor, the two making Jimin blush as he giggles, embarrassed.

"Quit it! Let's just eat please." He begs and kicks at them shyly.

They eat noodles and talk for a good half hour. During that time, Jungkook notices that Jimin still has a habit of laughing with his entire body when something is especially hilarious to him. He loves the way Jimin's eyes glisten and squint closed into small smile shapes and the way he throws himself forward or onto the nearest object (human or not). This prompts Jungkook to attempt many jokes, glancing at Jimin every time to see if he's laughing; his own laughter following in response to Jimin's.

Jungkook thinks he is unbearably adorable and when he comes close to telling him so, he has to focus his attention on slurping up his noodles instead.

The tattoo is finally finished. Jungkook rolls back in his chair to get a good look at his creation on Jimin's body.

"Wow." Jimin gasps when he studies his new arm in the full-body mirror. "This is.. wow. It's so beautiful, Jungkookie."

He turns and takes Jungkook's hand gently, encouraging him to stand, and when he does, Jimin embraces him. Jimin latches his arms around the taller man's waist and looks up at him. Jungkook feels like his face is on fire, and figures that Jimin can probably tell, but he manages a small "you're welcome Jiminie" and hesitantly wraps his own long arms around the smaller man. He feels Jimin's shoulders start to shake and he pulls Jimin away from him by the shoulders to look at him. Small tears are pooling in his beautiful moon shaped eyes.

"Minnie.. you're crying? Why are you crying? Do you hate it? Oh god.." Jungkook panics and automatically takes Jimin's small hands into one of his own, placing them on his own heart. His free hand reaches up to tenderly wipe a stray tear from Jimin's reddened cheek.

Jimin tilts his head to face the floor, a soft smile on his lips, "They're happy tears, Jungkookie."

He looks back up at a startled Jungkook and takes a deep breath.

"I used to always try so hard to fit the expected male way of living. Maybe you remember how different I used to be.. but none of that was really me, this," he gestures down at his petite frame that drowns in his oversized sweats, "is me and over the last couple of years I've made continuous steps forward in becoming comfortable in my skin and to accept the way that I am. It's just nice knowing that I now have this beautiful tattoo to help symbolize my growth..or my blooming, if you will. You know what I mean? I dont know... I just, I'm really thankful for you Kookie. Thank you so much for this beautiful tattoo." Jimin pulls his hands away from Jungkook's to wipe at his eyes, embarrassed by his own rambling.

"I understand, Minnie. I...uh," He coughs awkwardly in an attempt to clear his throat and reaches to rub at the back of his neck. "I think you're really beautiful and I think the tattoo suits you well. Um, I also think your new found confidence in your personality is incredible and I-I wanna say that I'm proud of you." Jungkook says honestly and nods, mostly to reassure himself that it's okay to say these things.

Jimin embraces him again, stronger this time, and Jungkook returns the gesture, less hesitant this time; burying his face in Jimin's hair and hugging him tightly to him.

The mood returns to normal as Jimin pays at the counter. He thanks Jungkook again and again for his incredible work, gushing about how talented he is and how he's going to be so well-known one day.

Yoongi watches their interactions and glances at the time, it's only 4:25 pm. When he looks back at the pair, they're smiling at each other, glints of sadness in their eyes as they prepare to part ways again. No real change seemed to have developed from the hours spent talking together about their years apart. Nothing changed but a piece of Jungkook was now embedded in Jimin's skin.

Their final embrace is strong and brief, the two pulling away before either could do or say something they'd regret, and then Jimin was gone.

Jungkook had watched as Jimin walked out of view before he let himself drop to his knees, finally letting the pain release itself in the form of tears that clouded his vision. Yoongi rushed to his side, prepared to offer comfort for the hundredth time in their few years of friendship.

-

Two days have gone by since Jimin left their shop last. Yoongi finds that Jungkook looks hopefully at the door each time someone enters. He, Jungkook, isn't getting much rest, he had nightmares both nights; each time waking up in a cold sweat, arms cluched tightly around a pillow. As the days drag on, Yoongi tries hard to bring him out of his slump, offering to take him out to eat but is only met by refusal or a simple and dismissive "maybe next time, hyung."

It's miserable for the both of them and it's started to affect their customers. The worse Jungkook gets, the worse he is at speaking to them. Uncomfortable silence sits stale between him and his customers as he tattoos them, so unlike the ecstatic conversation he used to share with them.

Another three days pass and Jungkook's life has already returned to its old monochrome colorscheme. The stinging pain in his chest dulling to a throbbing ache in his heart, a constant reminder that Jimin had really come and gone, just like that.

Each and every day, Jungkook gets up, gets dressed, and goes to work. He laughs at Yoongi's jokes when he's supposed to so his hyung won't worry too much about him but nothing is funny. Nothing makes him smile. The inks at work are now looking dull to him, only reminding him of the vibrant human he had managed to lose a second time.

-

The pink in Jimin's hair has faded out, leaving behind an feathery white platinum blonde instead. Contrary to his hair, his feelings did not fade. Infact, for the past week he has made countless conscious efforts not to think about Jungkook. He laments over his stupidity for not exchanging contact information with him, mentally beating himself up for leaving Jungkook for a second time.

Jimin stares in a mirror and wonders if Jungkook would like the blonde. He doubts himself for a minute because maybe, he thinks, I should just leave Jungkook alone.

He mulls it over but the thought is quickly overrun by the image of Jungkook's dazzling smile. His heart beats wildly in his chest with excitement, wanting to see it again and again, forever.

It's currently 7:30 pm and Jungkook's studio closes at 10:00. Jimin still has a few hours of leisure time. Sighing, he flops backwards onto his bed, arms splaying out around him as he stares at the ceiling. He thinks about how Jungkook might react when he sees him and covers his face with a pillow, smiling uncontrollably. How would he react?

Jimin is beyond excited, so giddy he feels like he just might spontaneously burst into smaller versions of himself. He is still undeniably in love with Jungkook; it was blatantly obvious to him after their second session but he hadn't said a word. Instead he had left on the last day, terrified of hurting him again. But Jimin knew now that he needed Jungkook to know how he really felt and, of course, he wanted to know how Jungkook. And so, he would return tonight.

Jimin decides to occupy his mind with something else so that the few hours left won't seem so incredibly long.

He loves any chance to dress up more than he normally does. Jimin enjoys looking pretty, adores being told that he's pretty, and he loves that he's going to go all out for his Jungkook.

Standing up, he prances to the bathroom to run a hot bath for himself. He strips down and relaxes in the soothing water, a blissful look on his face.

It's 8:45 when Jimin wakes up, still soaking in the bath. He had fallen asleep. The water is now cold as it drips off his body, onto the small shower mat and he pats himself dry with a towel before looking in the mirror. He's got about 40 minutes to get ready if he wants to catch Jungkook at the shop, assuming he's not leaving early and that he actually went to work today, so he begins.

Jimin takes his time picking out the perfect outfit and looks at the clock on his phone. 9:05 pm; anticipation flutters in his heart, meer minutes seperating them.

He let's his blonde locks fall however they please once they've been dried, choosing to style them later on. The volume on his phone is cranked up and he chooses his favorite edm playlist to psych himself up before he hops onto the counter, still clothed in only a towel.

Takes his time with his makeup, he sings along to the music; dusting dark brown eyeshadow over his lids, black kohl eyeliner added as a finishing touch. He leans back from the mirror and examines his work. A satisfied noise is made as he's beginning to feel confident, he feels good. Leaping off the counter, he retrieves his clothes.

His feet poke through the large holes in his black jeans several times before he finally manages to pull them up past his calves. A grunt of complaint is made when his thick thighs turn pulling jeans on into a full body workout.

Eventually, after falling back on the bed and kicking his legs in the air for leverage, he gets his pants on. A thin and delicate white dress shirt is slid onto his arms and buttoned halfway up his pale chest, leaving it exposed. Jimin chooses to leave the buttons on his wrists unbottoned, adding a touch of extra femininity to his look. He tucks his shirt in as he looks in the mirror again.

Damn, he thinks, I actually look damn good. From the waist up he looks soft, angelic even as he clad in gentle white fabric. On the contrary, below his tucked in shirt, he looks positively fuckable if Jimin could say so himself; his lean, muscular thighs are exposed through the large holes in his jeans, the tight black fabric hugging them perfectly. He spins around in the mirror and a cheeky grin makes his nose scrunch up when he sees how good his ass looks.

Smirking to himself, he slips on black dress shoes. His hair is styled to fall in effortless, loose curls after some time with the curling iron; it's a look Jungkook has never seen on him and man, is Jimin feeling confident.

He checks the time again, 9:43 pm, and accessorizes quickly, linking a black, ribbon-like choker around his neck and pushing three silver rings onto his fingers. Matching silver hoops and studs are latched onto his ears. Before heading out the door, he sprays on a light rose body mist and slaps on some tinted lip balm, cherry flavored.

-

The streets outside are deserted. An occasional car passes by and illuminates the inside of the shop briefly with its headlights. Music plays at a generous volume inside the shop, it being the only sound other than Jungkook's quiet humming and heavy footsteps as he carries boxes to and from the storage room. He had agreed to stay behind and do this so Yoongi could leave 30 minutes early for a date with some guy named Hoseok.

Jungkook works with the lights off, tired of the florescent glow that usually inhabited the studio, only allowing the few neon signs he had up around the shop to illuminate his path in pinks, blues and greens.

In the midst of stacking a few boxes at the back, he hears the sound of bells chiming as though someone has entered.

What the hell, seriously? This fucking late? He thinks as he checks his watch. There is literally only one minute until official closing time and someone has just come in. You've gotta be kidding. Jungkook just wants to go home and rest to be fucking honest; he had already pulled his denim jacket pulled on in preperation to leave after finishing his task, but now...

He takes a deep breath through his nose before fitting a plastic smile onto his face and heads out to greet his visitor. As quickly as his 'happy worker' persona was put on, it falls away at the sight of the door that remains ajar and the guest that stands with one foot indoors and another outdoors.

"Jungkook.."

It's a breathless statement and it hangs in the air between them as Jungkook stares at him, his eyes searching for an explanation in the older's face. When Jimin's voice never follows up and Jungkook's eyes fail to find clues to the meaning behind this visit, Jungkook speaks.

"What are you doing here? It's late, Jimin. You'll catch a cold with how chilly it is outside."

He pulls Jimin fully into the shop by his arm, away from the cool spring air that's being blown outside.

Jimin pries Jungkook's hand from his wrist and keeps it in his smaller ones, fiddling with the long fingers nervously before he clears his throat and looks up at Jungkook, eyes determined.

"Jungkookie," Jimin begins without hesitation; he had prepared himself mentally beforehand. "I'm in love with you."

It's blunt and it makes Jungkook's heart skip a beat. A lame, "What?" is Jungkook's reply and he curses himself for the idiotic reponse.

The self-depricating thoughts diminish as he stares back at the man in front of him. The man who is so close that the material of their shirts brush together when Jimin shifts his weight on his legs, who's looking at him with such intent Jungkook feels like he can't breathe, who Jungkook has been in love with for nearly four years. The man who is finally, finally confessing to him the way Jungkook had always wanted, needed even.

"I said I'm in love with you." Jimin steps closer as he says this, the distance between them becoming naught.

When Jungkook's reply takes too long, Jimin tilts his head down and to the side, acting coy, his bangs sweeping across his forehead with the movement. He glances up at him through thick lashes and Jungkook's mouth dries up.

"I thought it would be better for us if I just left the other day..." He bites his bottom lip anxiously and drops his gaze. "But I haven't stopped thinking about you, Kookie. I can't get you out of my mind. You make me feel so warm and happy inside. I really just- I want you back, Jungkookie... If you'll have me."

Jimin's eyes lock with Jungkook's and goosebumps prickle over the younger's skin.

As Jimin's words soak in, the confusion within Jungkook melts away. Jimin would be his again. His heart flutters wildly as he takes a chance and raises a hand to Jimin's face, cupping it gently to tilt it up and kiss those lips for the first time in years. There's no hesitation in the kiss, but it's gentle and testing; this is his response, how he feels.

"I love you too, Minnie. I haven't been okay since you left." He says and it's raw as he wraps his other arm around Jimin's waist, pulling him close. "I feel better than okay now that you're here with me again. I've missed you like you wouldn't believe."

"I'm so glad, Kookie." It comes out like a whisper as Jimin weaves his arms up and around Jungkook's neck. He leans into the warmth of his chest, sighing contently and peering up into his doe eyes.

Jungkook can feel Jimin's breath fanning softly over him. He leans in for another kiss and Jimin kisses him back strong, eyes fluttering shut and hands rushing to cup Jungkook's face. Just when Jungkook manages to get a taste of Jimin's mouth on his tongue, Jimin cuts it off quickly.

He's teasing when he nips at Jungkook's bottom lip once and abruptly turns out of his grasp. Jungkook has to fight the urge to yank him back for more as he watches him walk across the room.

Jimin is speaking as he walks, he's saying something about privacy and windows but Jungkook doesn't hear a word, he's preoccupied.

His eyes drift down the curves of Jimin's small body as he tugs on the strings to the blinds. Jungkook's gaze drifts south and he becomes painfully aware of Jimin's jeans. Gaping at the thickness of his ass and thighs in said jeans, he mutters a quiet "oh shit".

When he tears his eyes away, he finds that he's been caught staring. He swallows thickly, feeling like the air has been sucked out of the room when he watches a smirk curl onto Jimin's pretty lips.

"Do you like what you see, Kookie?" Jimin's voice taunts as he saunters back towards a blushing Jungkook, who immediately wets his lips in lieu of a verbal response, afraid of what he might say.

Two hands are placed on Jungkook's shoulders and Jimin lifts himself up onto his toes to whisper against Jungkook's ear, "I chose this outfit with you in mind, Kookie. It's just for you."

Jungkook meets Jimin's hooded gaze when he pulls away; the smaller man's pupils blown with a lust he hadn't seen before.

A mock pout appears on Jimin's face as he looks at Jungkook, his voice far too sticky sweet for his words. "Don't I look pretty, Kookie? Don't you think so?"

Jungkook grabs ahold of Jimin's hips, grip gentle but determined as he pulls him taut against his toned body and practically purrs into his ear, "Baby, you look pretty enough to eat."

Jimin throws his head back and makes no effort to suppress the moan in response to his words. All at once they're kissing again, this time arousal burns in their veins and sends electric shocks down their spines. Flames burn within them as their bodies collide against one another, years worth of desire pulling them into each other like magnets.

Jungkook steers Jimin up against a wall in the hallway, hands placed firmly on his hips. He uses the small gasp that falls from Jimin's lips as an opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth, relishing the taste of Jimin's noises against his tongue.

Jimin hums softly against Jungkook's lips, hands snaking their way up his body to fist Jungkook's hair. A low groan rumbles at the back of Jungkook's throat at the sensation and he tightens his grip on Jimin's hips, slidding a leg between his thighs.

Jimin sucks in a breath and breaks from the kiss to moan freely at the added friction, hips immediately moving in small circles, begging for more.

Jungkook stoops to press hot wet kisses along Jimin's jaw, hooking a finger under the black silk of his choker to tug it down. He sucks the skin there into gorgeous shades of purple and red. When he reaches Jimin's collarbones he bites at the exposed skin, a small whimper falling from the older's lips.

Jimin moves to flip them before he gets swept away and pins Jungkook to the wall. Jungkook makes no move to protest because, fuck, Jimin is sexy when he takes control.

Small hands roam over the front of Jungkook's shirt, his toned muscles easily felt under the thin fabric. They trail up onto his shoulders and slide under Jungkook's jacket, pulling it off. Jimin looks him in the eyes and bites down on his already swollen bottom lip before he palms Jungkook's growing hard-on.

Jungkook chokes back a moan and pulls Jimin in for another heated kiss, his hands moving any and everywhere on Jimin's small body. They grab at Jimin's ass, pulling him impossibly closer and he grinds their hips together, Jimin becoming completely pliant in Jungkook's arms, mewling at the friction.

Jimin's hands grab hastily at the hem of Jungkook's shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He presses kisses into the skin of his torso, slowly sinking down to his knees. A devilish glimmer is in his eyes when he looks up at Jungkook and unzips his pants, pulling his dick from his boxers.

Jungkook has to bite back a moan when his cock is freed from the constricting fabric. Jimin wastes no time and licks a thick stripe up the bottom of his shaft causing Jungkook's eyes to roll back in his head with a low groan. The head of his cock is treated like a lollipop, Jimin kitty licks around it before sucking the head into his mouth and pulling it out with a pop.

Beginning to feel desperate, Jungkook finds purchase in Jimin's hair and Jimin responds wonderfully, easily taking his length deep into his mouth and swallowing around the head.

Jungkook tugs roughly on Jimin's hair at the sensation and he angles his head to look at Jimin, catching their reflection in the full-body mirror across the hall. From there, he watches the back of Jimin's head bob up and down on his cock for a short while before looking down at the real thing.

His mouth falls open in a silent moan when Jimin peers up af him, lips plump and red, stretched obscenely around his cock as he takes it all with ease. Jungkook pulls his already bruised bottom lip between his teeth and watches with hooded eyes.

Jimin hums approvingly around his cock, Jungkook's fucked out appearance filling him with satisfaction; he's flushed and sweat is beginning to drip down his temples, the vibrations from Jimin's hums and moans making his knees weak. He's close.

"Ah- Jiminie.. W-Wanna fuck your pretty little mouth.."

Jungkook tugs hard on Jimin's blond locks and the smaller man moans around his cock again.

Pulling off with another obscene pop, Jimin licks his lips eagerly, "Go ahead baby, make yourself feel good inside of me."

His voice is already wrecked and he tongues at the slit of Jungkook's cock before sinking his mouth down on it again, eyes fluttering shut.

"You're so good for me.." Jungkook gasps and thrusts in once. "God, you look so pretty like this, Minnie." Relentlessly, he does just as Jimin asked and chases his orgasm, ramming his cock repeatedly into Jimin's throat.

He panting and shaking through his orgasm, knees threatening to give out as he watches Jimin swallow the thick rope of come that pours down his throat, tongue darting out to clean up the rest.

Giggles fall from Jimin's gorgeous, wrecked lips when Jungkook yanks him up and twists him to face the mirror, pressing him against his own chest and wrapping his arms around Jimin's body. He plants a loving kiss in the crook of Jimin's neck before craning Jimin's head to the left, exposing his neck, to whisper in his ear.

"You're awfully good at that, baby boy," Jungkook rasps. Jimin preens at the compliment, leaning heavily against Jungkook's chest.

Jimin notices the mirror and Jungkook catches his eyes, holding his gaze as he untucks Jimin's shirt from his jeans. A shaky breath leaves Jimin's parted lips when Jungkook's burning hands trail up Jimin's body and make their way to his chest. He thumbs at his nipples and Jimin arches into the touch, small gasps falling from swollen lips and eyes batting shut. Jimin leans his head back onto Jungkook's shoulder, allowing himself to melt into the pleasure.

Jungkook's dark eyes drink up Jimin's reflection in the mirror: the way his lovely neck is exposed all except for the thick black stripe of his choker, the way he's leaning back on Jungkook with all of his weight, completely lost in his own pleasure. He continues to thumb Jimin's nipple with one hand as the other moves down to grab Jimin's cock through his tight jeans.

Jimin's hips press back against Jungkook's and he begins to grind against him, reaching a hand backward and hooking it behind Jungkook's neck for leverage. A large hand makes its way to Jimin's hip, their bodies finding a rhythm to match the beat of a song playing in the background. His other hand rubs Jimin through his jeans as soft moans spill from Jimin's mouth along with Jungkook's name.

"Jungkookie, please.." Jimin whines and desperately bucks his hips up into Jungkook's hand before grinding back against his already re-hardened cock.

"Please what, baby? What do you need? Tell me." Jungkook runs his hands down Jimin's thick thighs, squeezing at the exposed skin when Jimin moans at the contact.

They lock eyes in the mirror once again. Jimin's eyes are pleading, making Jungkook's dark and lustful gaze worse.

"Please, please fuck me Kookie," Jimin's voice oozes with seduction and an edge of innocence as he grinds back against Jungkook with more force. He moans at the feeling of Jungkook's hard cock against his ass.

Then Jungkook is turning Jimin's body in his arms and pushing him up against the mirror, forcing his tongue into the blonde's mouth in another heated kiss. Jimin is putty in his hands; his arms are linked loosely around Jungkook's neck as he kisses him back. When he pulls away he latches his lips onto Jungkook's neck, the taste of salt on his tongue as he sucks a hickey to match his own. Jungkook's large hands knead Jimin's ass and he grinds their cocks together once before twisting Jimin around to face himself in the mirror. He presses his cock against Jimin's clothed ass and Jimin squirms beneath him, planting his hands on the mirror for balance.

"Kookie~ please..." Jimin is near sobbing, his cock painfully hard in his skintight jeans.

Kisses are peppered down the back of Jimin's neck while Jungkook's hands work to undo Jimin's jeans, pulling them down to his knees. Jimin gasps as Jungkook's hands slide from his ass to his back, pushing the fabric of his shirt to rest up high on his shoulders.

"Now, what is it that you want, Minnie?"

Jungkook wraps his hand around Jimin's cock, that matches the pretty hue of his lips, and gives it a few pumps, making Jimin moan lewdly. This isn't exactly the answer Jungkook wants so he lands a smack on Jimin's ass to get his attention, the sound echoing briefly in the shop.

"Use your words, c'mon baby, I'll give you whatever you want."

Jimin lets out a sob when Jungkook releases his dick, his arms dropping to his sides just to make Jimin desperate.

And he is, sanity replaced with desperation as he begs, "I-I want your cock, Kookie, please fuck me, please. Want it s-so bad.."

Jungkook hums appreciatively, "Such a good boy, so good for me."

He moves two fingers to Jimin's lips and they're immediately taken into his mouth. Jungkook watches from the mirror as Jimin wets his fingers, swirling his tongue around them. To spread Jimin's legs wider, he moves his free hand between Jimin's legs, fingers grazing gently against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Jimin eagerly hurries to spread his legs wide for him.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out from Jimin's mouth and presses them wet against Jimin's entrance. Glancing up for reassurance in the mirror he watches Jimin nod subtly, his eyes shutting blissfully when he pushes one finger in. Jungkook thrusts it in and out a few times before adding a second digit. Jimin winces slightly when Jungkook scissors his fingers but relaxes into a soft moan when they curve inside him and rub against his prostate.

"M~More, Jungkookie.."

His request is granted quickly after Jungkook squeezes lube from a packet in a nearby drawer onto three fingers, inserting them slowly. After a few seconds of discomfort, Jungkook is effortlessly fucking in and out of him, Jimin moaning and pushing back against his fingers as he nears his climax. A small hand reaches back and stills Jungkook's movements.

"Kookie, I want your cock inside me, fuck me already." He begs in a rather clear voice considering the situation.

Jungkook chuckles at the smaller's demand but is immediately freeing his cock from his jeans for a second time. He lines himself up with Jimin's entrance as he lubes up, glancing into the mirror, eyes taking in Jimin's appearance: his eyelids are heavy with lust, cheeks flushed a deep red to match his sinful lips, platinum hair sticking to the sweat that glistens on his forehead.

"You look so gorgeous like this, baby."

Jimin pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as Jungkook pushes in slowly. He takes a moment to adjust to the size after Jungkook bottoms out inside him.

"So pretty, baby..." He groans, jaw clenched. "Ugh, and so tight."

Jimin blushes as Jungkook's hands move to Jimin's hips. Jungkook slowly pulls out and slams back into him. High pitched moans pour from Jimin's swollen strawberry lips as Jungkook fucks him at a slow pace, cooing into his ear about how beautiful he looks and how loved he is.

"Oh-oh, Jungkook, feels so good.."

Jimin's cheek presses against the mirror as he demands Jungkook to go faster, earning him another slap on the ass for being so needy. But his wish is granted, Jungkook pounding into so that Jimin's knees threaten to buckle beneath him, the lewd sound of skin smacking mingling with the music on the radio.

"..Gookie~" Jimin slurs his words, drunk on pleasure. "w-wanna ride you.. ride your big cock."

Jimin's giggle breaks into a moan when Jungkook rams into his spot. Jungkook pulls out and lifts Jimin so that he can wrap his muscular legs around him. He carries him over to the leather couch in the waiting area at the front of the building and sits down. Jimin's thick legs straddle Jungkook's lap as he eases himself back down onto his cock, rolling his hips when he bottoms out and earning a low moan that rumbles out of Jungkook.

"You feel so good, Kookie.. filling me up perfectly." He pants before finding purchase on Jungkook's shoulders and gripping them tightly to begin bouncing on his cock. Jungkook's hands fly to grip Jimin's hips.

Cascading from Jimin's lips like a mantra is Jungkook's name, their bodies pressed flush together, slick with sweat. Jungkook suddenly wraps his hands around the backs of Jimin's thighs and lifts so he can thrust up into him. They moan in unison when Jimin clenches around Jungkook, so close to cuming. Hips stuttering, Jungkook moves a hand to pump Jimin's dick between them, bringing him to the edge.

"My pretty boy, you're so gorgeous Jimin, ah fuck."

Throwing his head back and arching his back gorgeously, Jimin moans Jungkook's name as he cums. Spurts falling over Jungkook's hand and wrist. When Jimin notices the mess he's made, he grabs Jungkook's hand and brings it up to his mouth, tasting himself as he sucks on his cum-covered fingers. He licks down to Jungkook's wrist to clean up any leftovers. Jungkook's jaw drops as he watches, absolutely mesmerized by the blonde.

"God, you're so fucking hot, Minnie." Jungkook practically growls and bucks his hips up into Jimin again. Jimin whimpers and moans with oversensitivity as Jungkook chases a second orgasm, eventually cuming inside Jimin.

Their chests rise and fall quickly as they come down from their highs. Jimin collapses against Jungkook's sturdy chest, enveloping him in a koala-like embrace as he wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck. Jungkook drapes his arms around Jimin and draws lazy circles at the small of his back where his skin is exposed under his blouse.

"Missed you so much, Kookie. I'm so sorry for ever leaving you, it was the biggest mistake I've ever made." Jimin raises his head to look him in the eye as he says this. "I love you so much, I'm s-"

Jungkook kisses Jimin's lips to shut him up. It's so tender, millions of words behind it, so much meaning that it brings Jimin to tears. He knows he's really been forgiven and he cries softly into Jungkook's shoulder as large hands trace gentle lines up and down Jimin's narrow back.

"You're so beautiful.." Jungkook presses his words into Jimin's shoulder with small, loving kisses. "I love you, Jiminie. I've always loved you. It's always been you, so stay with me. Forever."

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