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“Free parking. Nice,” Jungkook mumbles happily to himself as he maneuvers his rumbling motorcycle into an open space. He pops his helmet off and locks it to the handlebar before glancing up at the row of new, sleek storefronts ahead. His eyes land on Euphoria, the flying yoga studio he researched yesterday after falling down a tiktok rabbit hole.

As a graphic designer, he spends a lot of time hunched over his desk. He’s not sedentary per se—he loves working out. He’s an avid boxer and has recently gotten into bouldering along with his usual routines at home. But that hunched over goblin pose he always finds himself in at his desk makes his back and shoulders ache constantly. He stumbled on a video about flying yoga and spine decompression, and the stretches looked so satisfying. He watched another and another, mesmerized by how fun and pretty it seemed.

Naturally, he looked up studios near him. He liked the way this one looked. The reviews showed photos of the space with a darker room with multicolored lights, a fun and more moody vibe than the other traditional places he skimmed over. Everyone had nice things to say about the instructors, and the classes are later, too, which works great with his schedule.

He makes his way inside and is greeted by the familiar smell of rubber mats and sanitizer that is present in most gyms. It’s pleasantly dark inside, a tablet screen lit up with instructions to scan his phone to check-in to and pay for the class. He appreciates the simplicity. There are voices and laughter coming from the larger space down the hall. He hangs up his leather jacket on the coat rack and smooths his hands over his tank top and tight sweatpants. He toes off his shoes and socks, as instructed, and ties his longer hair back out of his eyes.

As he steps into the studio, a room full of heads turn, and he feels a bit self conscious as it quiets for a moment. He bows, noting that the room is full of women in leggings and aesthetic sports bras. They wave and greet him, picking back up what they were doing. Some are stretching in familiar yoga poses, others already wrapping themselves in the hammocks hanging from the ceiling. There are yoga mats below them, the hammocks a ray of different shades of blues and purples. They’re long and silky looking, about 15 feet to the ceiling, and he spots one unoccupied in the second row.

“Sorry, is this one taken?” he asks the girl next to him. She shakes her head, her ponytail swinging while taking a sip from her water bottle.

Eyes linger on him. The instructor doesn’t seem to be here yet, everyone loitering and chatting or stretching before class. He runs his fingers along the fabric. It’s soft and sturdy. It’s fastened securely to a rafter with chains high up above. He splays the fabric out, and it looks like it would make a soothing cocoon. Maybe he wants to put one of these in his house just to vibe in.

A childlike urge takes over him as he steps behind the hammock. He pulls it around his stomach and swings forward slightly. His weight is fully suspended, and it pulls a quiet giggle from him. He pushes off the ground harder, swinging forward further than he anticipated. Everyone is looking at him now, a few girls laughing and some cooing—he must be being cute. He doesn’t like being cute. He’s super cool, actually, but swinging like this is too fun to stop to save his image. He pushes again harder, swinging on his stomach so far it tickles and makes him lose his breath. Some people cheer him on.

At that moment, a man walks in and everyone looks away from Jungkook to greet him. Striking hooded eyes pierce him, and Jungkook drags his bare feet on the mat to try to stop his movement. His heart skips a beat, fluttering with nerves, probably.

He gathers that this is the instructor, and Jungkook is blushing when he passes by, eyebrows raised at Jungkook’s childish antics.

“I see some new faces here today,” his melodic voice fills the space, and he looks at Jungkook pointedly, “Welcome.”

Jungkook stands and clears his throat, tugging his half-ponytail tighter. The instructor is blonde and pretty. Pretty doesn’t really do him justice—he’s ethereal. He’s all plump lips and high cheekbones, a long neck and lithe, athletic body. Thick thighs, toned muscles, like a dancer. He moves gracefully, too. He’s impressive and not at all what Jungkook was expecting. He’s not sure what he was expecting, but he has to take a moment to force himself to stop ogling the way those leggings cling to that lower body.

“Hello, everyone,” he claps his hands at the front of the room, “my name is Jimin, and I’ll be leading your flow today. I’m so glad you’re all here.”

The room quiets apart from a few happy hums and cheers. Everyone seems excited, and Jungkook gets pumped off the energy. Jimin is a pretty name, and it suits the bright smile and cute bow the instructor dips into.

“If it’s your first time, don’t worry. Everything is at your own pace, and I’ll be coming around to help you get into the poses. If you have a question, just call out for me. We start with stretches to warm up, then we’ll get up in the hammocks and have some fun when we start our flow. We’ll be doing a Savasana today aimed at relaxation. Ok?”

The room choruses with affirmation.

“Ok, let’s get started with some stretches,” Jimin hits a remote and quiet, r&b music fills the space. The colored lights sync to it, and it’s relaxing.

They start seated, holding onto the hammock as they stretch their hamstrings, pointing and flexing their toes. It hurts. They use the fabric to lean into the side, a pull from the arm down to his hip, relieving the tightness there. Jungkook groans. Each stretch is more intense, exaggerated by the extra give the hammock offers, pushing further and deeper in moves he didn’t think would feel so good. They hook their front leg in the loop, letting it pull into a near split standing up. Jungkook is surprised by how low he goes. Jimin is facing them, showing the movements. He’s in a full front split, front leg pulled up higher than should be possible, and his eyes land on Jungkook. They rake over his form, so he straightens and tries to go deeper. Jimin looks a little impressed, he’s pretty sure, but his eyes move on to the next person.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. His body thrummed under Jimin’s attention, and he would very much like to feel that again. That’s all the motivation he needs to give the routine his all, listening intently, getting the most out of each stretch. It’s harder than he thought it would be. He’s already working up a sweat and needing to take a break here and there, and they’re only stretching.

It’s what he hoped it would be, though. He can feel his body loosening, and some stretches feel so good he understands why this place is called Euphoria. He can’t help the groan he lets out as he leans back on the hammock in a backbend, and his spine releases a few satisfying pops. The girls next to him giggle. He might be being too loud, but he can’t help it. He stays in the pose a bit longer, digging deeper, sighing.

“Very good, nice bend,” Jimin’s voice is close, right next to him. Jungkook’s eyes shoot open.

A small, warm hand grips his hip and pulls forward, his back popping again at the adjustment.

“Oh, fuck,” he hums.

Jimin breathes out a laugh, almost imperceptible, but there, “There we go,” he encourages quietly.

“Looking good, everyone,” Jimin addresses the room. “From here, we’re going to move into some crunches in Inverted Goddess. If you can, I want you to wrap your legs up in the hammock from the pose you’re in now, one at a time, and lean back, let your hands find their way to the mat.”

Jungkook tries. He gets his foot stuck and can’t quite reach it back far enough. Jimin is there again, tucking the silk behind his calf for him. He touches his thigh in the process, and Jungkook tries not to think about it too much. But that soft brush of his hand lingers.

“Just like that,” Jimin’s voice soothes. It’s made for this kind of thing—soft, melodic, soothing. “You’re doing well. From here, you can use your legs to steady yourself and pull yourself up from your core.”

Jungkook meets Jimin’s eyes upside down. His shirt is riding up, and he catches Jimin looking. He easily pulls himself up into a crunch and lets out a puff of breath, a small grunt at the end, “Like that?”

“Perfect,” Jimin hums. He lingers and watches Jungkook do a few more. Jungkook makes a bit of a show of it, pushing himself, flexing a little. Jimin moves on to the next person with a smirk curling quietly in the corner of his mouth. Jungkook sees him slightly roll his eyes. That eggs him on, smiling into his crunches.

They move through the workout. Jimin walks the room giving clear instruction, demonstrating on his hammock from time to time. He looks a little too good up there. The way the silk wraps arounds his thighs, sometimes his narrow waist and cupping his ass—it’s a bit naughty looking. Jungkook has taken to pressing his lips together and trying not to look too much. He didn’t think that way about most of the videos he watched. It was all innocent and elegant looking, artistic, but Jimin’s form gets accentuated by the gripping silks in a lewd sort of way.

“Ok, let’s move on to the fun part,” Jimin beams. “You’re all doing so great. How are we feeling?”

The room bursts with quiet cheers, a few people groaning and some yelling out obscenities. Jungkook just chuckles. These girls are pretty fun. One is twerking up front while her friend next to her hypes her up.

“Ok, get it,” Jimin joins in.

The girl laughs. Someone is spinning around in the hammock in the corner and Jimin just smiles.

“We’re going to move into our Savasana now. Have fun with it, and remember to take deep breaths. We’re going to leave here feeling good, ok?” he’s stepping up to his hammock. “Let’s start by sitting in the hammock.” He demonstrates gripping the fabric behind him and pulling it under him. They all follow. “Now, lean back and pull the silk around your legs, over your toes, then grip the rest behind you as you lay flat. Pull it under your head. It will be like a cocoon.”

Jungkook follows. He’s lying flat inside a pretty swath of purple silk. It cups his body gently. Being suspended in air soothes him.

“Take deep breaths for me here. In,” Jimin instructs, “And out.”

The room is full of airy sighs. The music is quiet and the lighting turns a soft blue. Jungkook could fall asleep like this.

“Let’s sit up for a moment here, bring your hands to the outside of your hammock and hug your knees,” Jimin’s voice is calm, “Reach up and grab the hammock at the sides, and lean back. Your shoulders and upper back should be outside. Good, everyone.”

“Now, let your hands reach for the floor behind you. Arch your back into Inverted Cobra,” Jimin’s voice has a slight strain to it from the stretch. It crackles pleasantly.

Jungkook sighs into the stretch. His back is loving this. He opens his eyes. He can see Jimin at the front of the room, his back arched and spilling out of silk. He can see his soft tummy where his shirt has ridden up. Their eyes meet for a brief moment, and it feels exciting.

“Feels good, right?” Jimin asks looking right at him. The whole room agrees. Jungkook bites his lip.

“We’re going into Inverted Goddess again. Wrap your feet into the silk for support, widen your legs and tilt back until you’re completely upside down.”

Jungkook lets out an excited little hum as his body flips. He swings slightly, his hair floating below him. It’s not easy, his core tightening and feet flexing to hold the pose. He looks to the front of the room. Jimin is suspended, the silk tight around his lower body and accentuating the bulge in his thighs and plumpness to him back there. His face is serene, his lips parted in a soft sigh. His features are so unique, something alluring about them that makes it hard for Jungkook to look away.

“Let’s breathe here for a moment,” the room fills with sounds of deep inhales and exhales. Jungkook closes his eyes and calms his rapid heartbeat.

“Now, grip your hammock and climb your way back up. Let your feet come forward until you’re back in Savasana, lying flat,” Jungkook watches Jimin before he attempts it himself. He’s a little lost, but manages to work his way back with a little shimmying. Jimin’s head pokes out and scans the room. He chuckles, “This is tough, I know. There we go, you’ve got it,” he waits for everyone to be ready before moving on. Jungkook likes that—he doesn’t seem to want people to feel frustrated or left behind.

“I want you to watch me do this next part, ok?” The room agrees. “We’re going to climb up the hammock, and it’s going to take a lot of upper body strength,” Jimin pulls himself up with ease and grace, despite what he says. “Then, we’re bending our knees and spreading them out wide, and push forward until you’re seated above them,” the way his body flips and lands upright looks satisfying. “Let’s get here before moving on. Give it a try.”

Jungkook grunts as he grips the silk and climbs up, mimicking Jimin’s moves. He manages it, albeit less gracefully and there’s a moment he thinks he’s going to fall out completely. He makes a face and grips the silk in panic. He looks up, and Jimin is watching him. His face shifts from concern to a little grin, like he’s holding back a laugh. Jungkook winks at him. The laugh spills out from those plump lips, and it makes a rush flood Jungkook’s chest.

“Ok, you should have one leg wrapped in the silk, the other free, but your foot tucked in. If you can, grip the silks above you and use that foot for grip to spread your legs straight here and sink into a split,” Jimin points his toes and sinks down, a perfect side split. Jungkook tries, but he can’t stretch that far without sticking his butt out. It still feels good, his body giving further than it would on the ground. “Now, we’re going to become fairies everyone. Are you ready? Grip one side of your hammock up high, and pull your legs out behind you. Trust that you won’t fall, and lean forward, extend those legs back and stretch. You have wings now, see?”

Everyone looks around and chuckles. They do look like fairies. Or butterflies. Everyone is facing the ground, legs out behind them like in flight, and the hammock extends above their backs in two triangles resembling wings.

“Scissor your legs in and out, and you can make them flap,” Jimin demonstrates. He looks gorgeous. His body is elegantly stretched, a practiced perfection to his form. As he moves his legs, the fabric flutters above him. Jungkook tries it, smiling and feeling kind of pretty. The room is full of happy fluttering butterflies. Some girls squeal with delight, and Jungkook can’t help the cute sound that erupts from his throat, either.

“Ok, my pretty fairies, last move. Flip one leg over, sink that knee down toward the ground and extend those toes. Lengthen through your arms. Sigh into it and stretch,” he’s posed like a dancer leaping, perfect extension and posture. Jungkook does his best to imitate. His muscles are fatigued, and he’s starting to cramp up. Sweat trickles down his temple, body feeling hot and used. He was having so much fun he didn’t realize how strenuous this really was.

After that, they flip back into the lying down pose. Jimin gives them a moment to catch their breath.

“We’re going to run through that flow one more time. I’m going to walk the room and help you though, ok?” Jimin swiftly flips himself out of his hammock like he’s done it a thousand times. Some girls exclaim at the shocking speed he does it. He hears two whispering about how handsome Jimin is, and he can’t blame them.

They move through the workout again. Jimin gives everyone his rapt attention. He hears him quietly encouraging those around him, giving pointers and guiding them into place. He laughs with a few girls up front, and Jungkook sees him catch one who starts falling out of her hammock. He makes sure her foot is tucked in, explaining that’s what gives her support in the pose. She’s blushing furiously and wraps her face behind the silk. Jimin saunters away like he knows the effect he has on people.

As they’re dipping down into the split before the butterfly pose, Jimin stands beside him. Jungkook wavers, and Jimin’s hand flies up to secure his waist. He moves in front of Jungkook, other hand moving to his waist as well, pulling him forward. Jungkook looks down. Jimin is a head below him and so close, guiding him until his hips are back beneath him.

“There we go,” he soothes, “Try sinking into your split again, but keep your back straight, chest up,” he keeps his hands on Jungkook’s waist as he sinks down. They’re almost face to face now. The stretch burns more like this, and he doesn’t go as deep. “Come on, tough guy,” Jimin smirks, “I know you can go deeper.”

“I can’t, I can’t,” Jungkook laughs, “My hamstrings are going to snap.”

Jimin bites his lip and guides him, “Just a little further. Breathe into it and relax,” his voice eases him down. Jungkook breathes, but he can’t relax. Not with those hands holding him there, not with those eyes taking him in like that. He whimpers as his legs burn and ache, quivering, but he sinks down just a hair.

“Good,” Jimin approves, “Is this your first time? You’re doing so well.”

Jungkook nods. He’s afraid of what sound will come out of him if he tries to speak.

“Impressive,” is all he says before his hands leave him, and he’s stepping over to the next person. Jungkook’s ears feel hot, and he clears his throat while trying to regain his composure.

Jimin comes back around on the last pose. His hand trails along Jungkook’s calf and supports him under his ankle, pulling his extended leg up further. He wraps the silk more firmly around his foot, and with the added grip, Jungkook is able to push into it.

“A natural,” Jimin compliments again, and he’s gone. Jungkook heats up again. It’s not fair for him to be so pretty and so nice at the same time.

As they lay back into Savasana, Jimin applauds them, “Well done, everyone. You did amazing. I’m going to turn down the lights more and we’re going to relax for a bit. Stay curled up in your cocoon, move however you like, but let your body cool down.”

Jungkook hums and closes his eyes. He pulls his knees up and lets his arms fall out behind him. It’s so cozy. He uses his hips to rock slightly, the swinging motion almost lulling him to sleep. The music is a whisper, everyone quiet in the dark room, basking in how satisfied and stretched their bodies feel. His mind flushes with endorphins. He’s hooked already.

Slowly, he hears people moving around him, slinking out of their hammocks. Voices fill the space again, chattering about how great they feel and how much they love this class. He doesn’t want it to be over yet, and he’s so comfortable he doesn’t move. As the voices die down, most people gone already, he finally convinces himself to move.

As he slides out, the girl next to him is doing the same.

“That was awesome,” she’s grinning at him.

Jungkook chuckles, “Yeah, I loved it.”

“Will you be back next week?” she eyes him up and down, twirling the end of her ponytail around her finger.

“Oh, um,” he pauses and looks around. Most people are through the door already. Jimin is thanking them all as they step out, “I think so.”

“I’ve been coming to Jimin’s class for a few weeks now. He’s great, right? I heard he’s the first male flying yoga instructor in the country. Maybe you could be one too someday,” she giggles behind her hand.

Jungkook is shaking his head, “I doubt it,” he laughs and gathers his water bottle. “It was nice to meet you. See you next week,” he excuses himself. He realizes his earbuds fell out of his pocket at some point, and he grumbles as he leans to pick them up.

She beats him to the door, so Jungkook is the last one out. She is gripping Jimin’s shoulder, showering him with compliments. As she leaves, Jimin turns to him.

“Nice work today,” Jimin smiles, “when I walked in and saw you swinging on your stomach, I was a little worried about you, to be honest.”

Jungkook blushes, “I’m sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful or anything.”

Jimin is already shaking his head, “No, no don’t worry about it. There was a time I used to take this all too seriously, but now I’m happy when everyone is having a good time. That’s the whole point. Did you enjoy it?”

“I did,” Jungkook grins, “Even though you almost split me in half.”

Jimin tips back his head and lets out a tinkling laugh, “You survived.”

“Barely,” Jungkook teases, “You’re a great teacher. Thanks for helping me so much.”

“Like I said, you’re a natural. What brought you here today?” Jimin tilts his head, and a strand of blonde hair falls in his eyes.

“A decade’s worth of back problems,” Jungkook adjusts his grip on his water bottle, “I heard this was good for it.”

“Mm, it is. What kind of back problems?”

“I work at a desk drawing all day, and my posture isn’t so good. I can already tell this helped a little,” he twists side to side to feel how loose he is.

“Really?” Jimin sounds surprised, “I thought you were a pro athlete or something—Some kind of celebrity jumping on the trend,” he teases, “I mean, you look like one. You’re kind of ripped.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, “A celebrity?” he’s chuckling. He has to ignore the comment about his body or he’ll combust, “Not at all. I just thought it looked cool. How long have you been doing it? You’re—you, um, you’re really good. You look like a dancer.”

Jimin gives him a soft smile, “Thank you. I was a gymnast, actually, for a long time. Then I competed as an aerialist for a while, and now I’m teaching classes.”

Jungkook cracks his neck, “A gymnast, huh?” He tries to discreetly check Jimin out again, but he knows he’s caught with the way his eyebrows raise. “Like I said, you’re a great teacher. I really enjoyed it.”

“Does that mean you’ll be back?” he looks coy, maybe a little hopeful.

“That depends,” he shrugs.

“On what?” Jimin leans closer.

“Are you the only instructor here?” Jungkook ponders.

Jimin shakes his head.

“Do you always teach this class at this time?” Jungkook presses.

“Not always,” he admits.

“I prefer a consistent education,” Jungkook bluffs, “Do you think I could get your schedule?”

Jimin is fighting a smile, “It’s posted on the website. You can always doublecheck there,” he looks pleased.

“Ah, good advice,” Jungkook has taken a step closer unintentionally. Jimin doesn’t back away.

“I look forward to seeing you again—what was your name?” Jimin’s voice is doing that soft and soothing thing like earlier in class. His eyes flick across Jungkook’s face.

“Jungkook,” he smirks.

“I look forward to next time, Jungkook. I’ll get you in a full split in no time,” Jimin bites back a smile.

“My legs are already screaming,” Jungkook laughs, “Thanks again.”

“My pleasure.”

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Jungkook does go back. Jimin’s face lights up when he sees him twirling around on a hammock in the front row, spinning himself in circles. He’s dizzy and looks up at Jimin with a dopey grin.

“Look at what you’ve done to my prize pupils,” Jimin chides. When Jungkook looks back, he sees a lot of spinning hammocks and girls giggling. Some are swinging like he was last time.

He lets out a boyish laugh, “I’m leading my own class, apparently.”

Jimin grips the hammock Jungkook is in and spins him himself. He goes so fast, Jungkook begs him to stop, giggling the whole time. Jimin grabs his ankle to stop him.

“Welcome back, Jungkook,” is all he says before stepping up and starting the lesson. They learn different moves this time. Jungkook does think a lot of them are back focused, and he can’t help but wonder if Jimin had him in mind when he put them together. He shakes that from his head though before he slips into delulu territory.

Jimin is encouraging and attentive as he helps everyone slide into the positions better, stretch further. Jungkook is breathless as Jimin tells him to breathe, tense where Jimin is holding him when he tells him to relax. Jungkook groans and works up a sweat, his body on fire in the best way. The flips are fun, the poses satisfying when he hits them just right. At one point, he feels like he really is flying. It’s exhilarating.

He gets a little hot watching Jimin demonstrate the moves, too. It’s different up close. He swears Jimin keeps making eye contact with him every time he’s in a split, when he knows his body is elongated or wrapped up tight, fabric cinching his waist or thighs. He’s wearing white leggings and a slightly cropped, baggy black t-shirt. It says h e a v e n on it, and he can’t disagree. It’s like his eyes are addicted to the shapes Jimin makes, consuming him like a drug. He tries to think of it like he’s Jimin’s fan, appreciative of his art and skill. But deep down, he knows he’s looking a little too eagerly. He doesn’t want to be a creep, but Jimin is just that attractive.

At the end of class, Jungkook lingers. He waits in his hammock as everyone filters out.

“Did you fall asleep in there?” Jimin teases.

Jungkook makes an obnoxious snoring sound. He hears Jimin chuckle, then hands are pushing him, a soft rocking motion like a cradle. Jimin hums a lullaby.

“You have a pretty voice,” Jungkook admits sleepily.

Jimin spreads the fabric and looks inside at him. He makes a funny but pleased face, like he really enjoyed that compliment.

“You look so cozy in there,” Jimin smiles.

“Sorry, I’m coming out, I promise,” he moves to do so and ends up seated right in front of where Jimin is gripping the sides of the hammock—Jungkook’s thighs slide around his waist. “Oh, oops.” He looks up, and Jimin’s face is right there. He can feel a warm puff of his breath on his mouth. Their eyes lock for a moment before they both quickly move away. Jungkook squawks as he tips backwards, falling out onto the mat with a slap.

It’s quiet for a moment, and then they both erupt in laughter.

“Holy shit, are you ok?” Jimin is there helping him up, but he collapses against him when he’s overtaken by giggles again. They both fall this time, lying flat on their backs laughing.

“A lot of help you are,” Jungkook slaps his shoulder.

Jimin sits up and gets on his knees, then presses on his chest pretending to give him CPR.

“I almost just broke my neck. I’m suing you,” Jungkook jokes.

“Are you prepared to admit what you just did in a court of law?” Jimin giggles, “We have cameras in here, I’m pretty sure. I’ll show the tape,” he threatens.

Jungkook buries his face in his hands, laughing, “I don’t know how to sue anyone, anyways,” he groans. “There goes my chance to be a millionaire.”

Jimin helps him up for real this time. They both grin at each other.

“I had a question, actually,” Jungkook speaks up.

“Hm?” Jimin is still standing close.

“That move we did earlier, I didn’t quite get it. I don’t want to keep you, but I—“

“Which one?” Jimin presses

“Ah, the one where you wrap the fabric around your leg and pull it,” he tries to describe it.

Jimin nods knowingly. He steps up into Jungkook’s hammock gracefully. In a fluid motion, he swings his leg in the fabric, wrapping it around his thigh twice. He reaches above him, pulling the fabric until that leg is lifted behind him, above his head. His other leg hangs straight down, then bends back in a pretty triangle, toes pointed. He spins, core tight and face focused. Jungkook tries his best not to look at how his thigh bulges beneath the twist of fabric almost like bondage. How the roundness of his ass is accentuated in the white leggings and position of his legs.

“That’s the one,” his voice is tight.

Jimin flips out of the pose and is on his feet in a heartbeat, “It’s a hard one. It’s actually a simplified move I used to love doing in competitions.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll show you another time,” Jimin waves him off, “Hop up. I’ll help you.”

Jungkook struggles to get into position. Jimin holds his waist as he leans and wraps his leg in the fabric.

“A little higher,” Jimin instructs, “You want it above the bend in your knee for balance.”

Jungkook moves the fabric higher. He reaches up and pulls, but he can tell he’s not lifting high enough. Jimin’s hand moves to the front of his thigh and pushes, guiding him. It feels like too much, but Jungkook pulls more, his leg slotting back and over his head.

“There we go, beautiful,” Jimin hums. “Now drop this leg, but don’t lose your form. Hold tight with your core.”

Jungkook does his best. His arms shake. Jimin guides his hips until they’re square, and then it feels right. He bends his knee and points his toes.

“You got it,” Jimin lets go. Jungkook spins and he holds it. He can tell he’s in the position now. “Wow, you look—“ Jimin stops himself. Jungkook looks over at him, and there’s a faint blush on Jimin’s cheeks. His eyes are on his lower body, trailing up and over his waist, his back, his face, his arms. Jungkook feels it all.

He drops out of the pose and back to the floor, stumbling slightly.

“I’m not used to teaching people like you,” Jimin clears his throat.

“Like me?” Jungkook tilts his head, “Obnoxious?”

Jimin slaps his arm, “No, men. Big, buff men.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, “I did notice I was the only other one in here. Is that the norm?”

Jimin nods, “It is.”

Jungkook feels a bit self conscious, “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all,” Jimin is quick, “No, it’s super refreshing. And fun. I’m really happy you’re interested in it.”

Jungkook puffs out his chest, “To be honest, I came here on a whim, but I’m having a great time. Thanks for not kicking me out for being a disruptive and annoying brat,” he smirks.

Jimin looks confused for a moment, like he’s going to object, but then he laughs, “We’ll see about that,” he plays along, “I can always just tie you up if you get too unruly.”

“Kinky,” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow.

Jimin grabs the silk of the hammock and is quick to wrap it around Jungkook’s face, lightly covering his mouth like a makeshift gag. “Precisely,” he giggles.

Jungkook makes a face and steps back, wiping his mouth, “How many people’s feet have been in there?”

Jimin falls forward with a bright laugh.

When they finally say goodbye, it’s timid and bashful. Jungkook thanks Jimin profusely for staying late, bowing several times, and they both keep looking over their shoulders at each other when they part.

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Over the next few months, Jungkook drops into Jimin’s classes at least twice a week. They keep up a playful banter. He often hangs back a little later to chat or ask for help with a pose. And Jungkook can tell his flexibility is getting better. His back and shoulders ache less throughout the day. He almost got into a full split in this session.

This class was earlier, and the Summer heat beats down unforgivingly as he steps out into the parking lot. His leather jacket sticks to his skin. There’s a smoothie shop a few stores down, and he’s hungry after working so hard. He orders a strawberry milk with sago, sipping happily at the sweet pink drink as he makes his way back outside. He leans against the seat of his motorcycle and wipes the sweat from the back of his neck.

He hears a muttered curse a few cars over from him. The voice is familiar, so he stands and peeks over.

Jimin is standing with his head back, cursing up into the sky. His hands are on his slight hips, his posture screaming of frustration and defeat.

“You ok?” Jungkook asks around his straw.

Jimin startles. He spins to find Jungkook, and then he’s jutting out his lower lip in an obscene pout. He points down, “I have a flat. I can’t believe this.”

Jungkook steps closer, the bottom half of Jimin’s car coming into view. His back tire is sad and deflated, the rim sitting on the ground.

“I don’t even know how to change a tire,” he whines and swings his arms sort of like a spoiled kid. It’s cute. “What do I do?”

“I can help,” Jungkook offers.

Jimin’s eyes light up, “Really? You know how?”

Jungkook sips from his drink again. He takes a moment to shake his head.

Jimin snorts, dropping his head with a laugh, “How are you going to help then?”

Jungkook glares at him. He whips out his phone and pulls up YouTube. He steps up closer to Jimin and types in, “How to change a flat tire for dummies.”

Jimin shoves him, cackling, “Are you serious?”

“I learned everything I know from the college of YouTube,” he boasts. He sips on his drink as he scrolls to find the one with the shortest time and most likes. “Come, learn with me,” he grins.

They watch the video. The sun glares on the screen and Jimin leans in close. His head is basically resting on Jungkook’s shoulder, and it’s really messing with his concentration. How does he smell so good after working out and standing under the hot sun? Does he sweat nectar or something?

“I guess it doesn’t seem too hard,” Jimin’s voice is soft next to him, but there’s an edge of doubt laced in it.

“I’ll help,” Jungkook affirms. Jimin looks up and dazzles him with a sweet smile. His eyes close into cute crescents. He grips his arm and is hugging Jungkook from the side.

“You’re the best. Thank you,” he preens.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook blushes, “Come on.”

They follow the video step by step. They find the spare under a mat in Jimin’s trunk. There’s a box of tools and the wrench that’s in the video under the tire. There’s even a small jack.

“How convenient,” they say at the same time.

They both mess with the jack, trying to get it in the right spot. Jimin figures out how the handle works and has a little too much fun cranking it, lifting the car enough that the tire is off the ground.

“Easy, killer,” Jungkook chuckles as Jimin tries to keep going enthusiastically.

Jimin sits close as Jungkook loosens the nuts on hub. He holds everything that comes off and watches Jungkook with rapt attention. It’s distracting. His eyes are on him, not the tire, observing the way Jungkook’s arms flex, his jacket thrown over the hood.

“So strong,” Jimin claps. He has set the nuts out in an organized fashion.

Jungkook laughs and slips. He reaches over and flicks Jimin’s forehead, “I’m busy,” he grumbles.

They tug on the tire together, and it slides off after a few tries to get the angle right.

“We’re actually doing it!” Jimin cheers.

“It sounds like you doubted me all along,” Jungkook laughs. They place the tire in the trunk, then work together to slide the smaller spare on.

They watch the end of the video again to make sure they put the bolts in right. Jungkook tightens them down as hard as he can, using his foot to press on it. When it’s done, Jimin lets the air out of the jack by pushing the handle, and the car lowers back to the ground. It’s still at a slight angle because the spare is smaller, but it doesn’t fall apart or anything.

“Did we really just do that?” Jimin smiles as they put the tools in the trunk. He wipes some grime from his hands, “I can’t believe you just changed my tire for me.”

“We did it together,” Jungkook corrects. He’s feeling a bit proud though. He fights the smug look he knows is working its way onto his face, crossing his arms across his chest.

Jimin leans forward and grips Jungkook’s forearms, “These big muscles really are good for something, huh?”

Jungkook scoffs.

Jimin is looking up at him teasingly, biting his big bottom lip.

“Hopefully they tightened those nuts down good enough. I’m a little nervous about you driving on it. Are you heading right to a shop?” Jungkook’s arms tingle under Jimin’s soft grip.

He nods, “I probably should, huh?” He steps back, “Ugh, how annoying.”

“I can follow behind you. Make sure you get there safe. How else am I going to finally get in my split if you die in a horrible tire-falling-off accident?”

Jimin erupts in laughter. He smacks Jungkook on the chest, “You’re not making me feel confident here. Is it really going to fall off?”

They both look at the little tire.

Jungkook shrugs, and Jimin pretends to punch him. Jungkook dodges, Jimin swings again, then he’s chasing him around the parking lot. They’re both laughing. When Jimin finally catches him, his arms wrap around Jungkook’s waist from the side.

“Will you really follow me?” He’s breathless. He looks beautiful.

“Of course,” Jungkook lets his own hand rest on Jimin’s lower back. There’s a loaded pause as they lock eyes. Jungkook can’t look away. He never can. Not from Jimin.

He follows behind Jimin on his bike. The other had raised his brows when Jungkook put his helmet on. Jungkook made a show of looking tough, swinging his leg over and starting the bike with a flourish, revving the engine obnoxiously.

The tire stays put. No deaths. When they pull into the shop parking lot, he could just keep going, head home and shower away the sticky heat. He doesn’t. He pulls in next to Jimin and kills the engine.

Jimin heads in, and Jungkook waits. He’s in there for a while, and he looks a bit dejected when he walks out.

“They’re busy,” he whines, “Said it’ll take a few hours to get to me. I gave them my number to call me when it’s done.”

Jungkook looks around. Is this fate happening right now? He clears his throat.

“Do you want to grab a bite to eat or something? I could at least give you a ride home,” he grips his handlebars tight. He can’t look Jimin in the eye.

There’s a pause.

“I’d like that,” Jimin walks over, “Where should we eat? It’s on me as a thanks for all your help.”

“Meat or fish?” Jungkook licks at his lip ring.

Jimin squints his eyes like he’s thinking, “Seafood sounds good. It’s too hot to grill meat,” he sighs.

“I just realized something,” Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Hm?”

“I don’t have a spare helmet for you,” he curses.

Jimin steps up beside him. He flings his leg over the side and slides up close behind him. He snakes his arms around Jungkook’s waist and holds on tight, “I guess you’ll just have to drive carefully then.” Jimin’s chin rests on his shoulder. He’s plastered against him, and Jungkook lights up.

“Are you sure?” he swallows hard.

“I’m sure. Let’s go, tough guy,” Jimin hugs him close. He can feel his cheek press to his back.

Jungkook starts up the bike. He drives with extreme caution, not showing off. He takes the back roads. He likes smaller streets anyway, something romantic about the slower speeds. Jimin hugs him like a baby koala. His hands rest right over his abs. He clenches when he feels them splay out, exploring them not so discreetly. Jungkook breathes heavier when one slips under his shirt, smooth fingers sliding across naked skin.

His head swims. He blinks heavily. Jimin’s hand inches up further, gripping him, nails scraping across his stomach. He’s going to crash and kill them both if this keeps up. He doesn’t have the nerve to stop it, though. His heart pounds against his ribcage. As they stop at a light, he slides his hand over Jimin’s wrist. He runs his thumb over the smooth skin there. Jimin pushes closer against him.

Jimin’s other hand slips under his shirt when they take off again. Jungkook groans, his grip tightening on the bike. What is even happening right now? This means Jimin likes him, right? He has a chance? No one straight would be feeling him up like this. One hand sneaks up and traces his ribs, the other up between his pecs, splayed flat over his heart. Heat pools in his gut. This is too hot.

He misses the turn for the restaurant and curses. His breath is shallow. He’s sure Jimin can feel how hard his heart is pounding. He hears a sweet giggle at his ear. Evil.

He turns around and speeds up, turning harshly into a parking spot. He kills the engine and pushes the bike onto its stand forcefully. Jimin’s sinful hands retreat, and he’s hopping off the bike like nothing happened.

“I’m starving,” he chirps while skipping across the lot in his leggings and tank top. He doesn’t meet Jungkook’s heavy gaze. He pops his helmet off and locks it, hanging his head for a moment. He curses again under his breath before following Jimin inside.

“For two,” Jimin is beaming at a waitress. She leads them back to a booth in the corner. Jungkook slides in across from him and glares while Jimin casually orders them each a beer after confirming Jungkook drinks.

“What should we get?” Jimin scans over the menu, still not looking at Jungkook.

“You seem pretty hungry,” Jungkook’s voice is low.

“So hungry,” Jimin confirms. “I worked up an appetite. How about you?”

His eyes finally slide up and meet his. Something electric passes between them.

“I’m starving,” Jungkook isn’t really talking about food. “I could eat you in one bite right now.”

Jimin looks stunned, then a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Is that so? I’m at least a couple mouthfuls.”

“I’m sure you are,” Jungkook grabs a menu and stands it up between them. He hears Jimin holding back a giggle. Their feet meet under the table, and Jimin slots one leg between his. Their calves press together, and Jungkook is not reading the menu at all.

Jimin orders for them both. It all sounds amazing, so he can’t complain. He usually takes food very seriously, looking around to see what other people have and deciding carefully, but he’s a little preoccupied at the moment.

As they wait for their food, Jungkook can’t hide behind the menu anymore. Jimin rests his chin in his hand, eyes drinking Jungkook in. He suddenly feels nervous, taking a few big gulps from his beer. Jimin bats his lashes rapidly, an innocent quirk to his lips.

“So, you said you sit at a desk drawing all day. What do you do for a living?” Jimin pries.

Jungkook bites his lip ring as he pulls out his phone. When he looks up, Jimin is frowning like he thinks Jungkook is ignoring him. He chuckles. He pulls up his portfolio and slides it over, “I’m a graphic designer. I mostly work with Line designing cute stickers and emoticons and stuff. I also do freelance for businesses.”

Jimin is gripping his phone and scrolling furiously, “Are you kidding me?” He’s smiling, pausing and looking up at Jungkook, “I’ve bought most of these. You’re telling me you drew the pink bunny with an eight pack? I use him all the time,” he’s laughing.

Jungkook’s heart pounds. This is the most enthusiastic reaction to his career he’s ever gotten. He’s used to little hums or raised eyebrows, some saying it doesn’t seem like a real job. He supports himself easily, though, and he likes doodling cute things. He has a knack for it.

“Really?” he spins his drink in his hands.

Jimin pulls out his phone and brings up a group chat. It’s full of his stickers, the buff bunny ever present.

“He kind of looks like you, actually,” Jimin giggles, “Is it a self portrait?!”

Jungkook ducks his head. He can’t believe he’s being called out like this. No one has ever guessed that.

“Oh my god, it is!” Jimin’s laugh is delighted. “This one is my other favorite,” he pulls up the yellow chick. He draws him doing lots of cozy things like playing a harmonica or sipping boba.

“Chim Chim,” Jungkook grins, “He kind of looks like you. That’s your nickname now.”

“I’m honored,” Jimin smiles, “My friends say my lips look like a beak sometimes. I’m a little self conscious about it, but if it’s cute like this, that’s ok.”

“I love your lips,” it slips out. Jungkook blushes, and Jimin looks stunned again. A silence sweeps over them, but it’s thankfully broken as the waitress brings out their food.

It’s a feast, really. At least two full dishes each with sides as well. A man after his own heart.

“We’re sharing it all, ok? And you have to eat as much as me so I don’t get embarrassed,” Jimin pops his chopsticks apart.

“Deal,” Jungkook holds up his beer, and Jimin gives him a warm smile as they cheers.

They dig in. Jungkook eats an uni gimbap, and he grabs his head with a groan, eyes rolling back, pretending to die from deliciousness. Jimin giggles at him. He grabs a piece of the tuna he was eating and pushes it to Jungkook’s lips. He accepts it happily, licking it from the chopstick. They devour everything with moans and laughs, washing it down with beer.

Halfway through, Jimin is grabbing his stomach, “Oh no, I’m getting full.”

Jungkook shoves another gimbap towards Jimin and slides it between his lips, “We can’t quit now.” He stuffs Jimin full, continuously feeding him as he groans and complains. But he keeps eating with him, doesn’t deny the bites brought to his mouth.

“I went to unbutton my pants and forgot I’m wearing my workout clothes,” Jimin shivers. They’re under the air conditioning. Jungkook tugs out of his jacket and stands, draping it over Jimin’s shoulders.

“Thank you,” he preens under the attention, tugging the jacket closer, “I wondered why you always wore this. Is it because you ride a motorcycle?”

Jungkook nods, “I’m kicking myself for actually driving you here without a helmet. I can’t believe I did that. Especially since you were doing everything in your power to make me crash.” Jungkook dips a piece of fish in some sauce. “You’re reckless.”

Jimin covers his mouth to hide the big bite he just took, and he suspects the smile as well. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says after he swallows.

“No funny business on the way home,” he warns.

“Oh, you’re taking me home with you?” Jimin’s voice is teasing. Jungkook drops his chopsticks. He clears his throat while he wipes up the mess of sauce he just splattered.

“I mean,” he’s flustered, “When I drop you off at your car.”

Jimin hums, “I wouldn’t mind taking you home.”

Jungkook presses his lips together. He meets Jimin’s gaze. He looks serious, a little vulnerable.

“Is this a date?” Jungkook blurts out.

Jimin brushes his leg against Jungkook’s again, “I’d like to think it is. Is that ok with you? You kind of wooed me today. My knight in shining armor. You ride a steed and everything,” he’s teasing.

Jungkook runs his hand through his hair, “It’s ok with me. More than ok. I—yes.”

Jimin bites his lip and sinks further in Jungkook’s jacket, “Good. It’s a date.”

They’re quiet for a moment, exchanging shy glances as they pick at the remnants of their meal. The waitress comes with their bill, and Jimin pays. They both organize their mess to make it easier to clear, putting the trash in one pile and stacking the plates.

Jimin glances down at his phone as they stand to leave, “Still no call from the shop.”

Jungkook nods. He bows and thanks the wait staff as they step outside, “What would you like to do while we wait?”

“I’m completely hoarding your day, I’m sorry,” he hides the bottom half of his face behind one side of Jungkook’s jacket. The sun is starting to set, and he looks stunning in the cool glow of twilight.

“Don’t get all shy on me now,” Jungkook teases. He feels bold and links his hand with the one hanging at Jimin’s side. Jimin hides further in Jungkook’s jacket, but he curls into his side, holding his hand tight. It’s adorable.

They step up to the motorcycle. It’s hidden in shadow close to the back of the lot. Most cars that were around them have dispersed. Jungkook grabs Jimin’s waist and hoists him up on the seat and steps between his legs. Jimin lets the jacket spill off his shoulders. He reaches and pulls Jungkook closer by his shirt, and Jungkook doesn’t let go of his waist.

“Hi,” Jimin looks up at him.

Jungkook breathes a laugh out of his nose, “Hey,” he steps even closer, “You’re really pretty, Jimin. And so cute. So lovely.”

Jimin lets his hands slip under his shirt again and traces over his stomach. Jungkook shudders. “You’re really, really pretty, too. So sweet and cute and fun. I can’t believe I have you between my legs right now.” His voice has a breathiness to it he hasn’t heard before.

Jungkook holds his hips tighter, tugging him closer. Jimin’s legs wrap around him easily. “Fuck,” Jungkook sighs, “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

Jimin slides his hands up and shamelessly squeezes his pecs. He feels naked, bare under Jimin’s hands. “Maybe a little,” he giggles, “To be fair, you’re literally my wet dream. I’m doing my best to contain myself.”

“You’re doing such a bad job,” Jungkook chuckles. He lets Jimin’s words wash over him. “Does that mean I can kiss you?”

Jimin is nodding, his eyes big and pleading. Jungkook reaches up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear. He traces the lobe, runs his finger along the pretty hoop earrings there. He cups his jaw and pulls him closer. He’s rubbing soothing circles in Jimin’s hip, his thumb breaching his shirt and finding bare skin there. Jimin is breathing heavy, a soft whimper working at the back of his throat. It’s so cute, so hot.

He leans in and brushes their lips together gently, a whisper of it. He pulls back, mind catching up with what’s happening, then pushes in more urgently, Jimin’s lips giving beautifully and enveloping his in softness. He keeps the kiss innocent, reveling in the way Jimin is obviously waiting for more. His hands rake across his ribs desperately, his lips parting in a pant.

“Fucking kiss me,” he complains.

Jungkook grins, placing gentle kisses along his jaw, his nose, the corner of his mouth. Jimin whines. He swallows it as he kisses him harder on the mouth, feeling the way Jimin’s jaw works with his thumb. He parts his lips, licking over Jimin’s bottom lip, biting at it. Jimin gasps, and their tongues meet in a filthy, wet slide. He grunts as he holds Jimin tighter.

Jimin sighs into the kiss, lets his hands travel all over under Jungkook’s shirt. Jungkook is a little scandalized—he’s never been felt up quite this thoroughly before—but it makes him feel sexy. And having Jimin like this is like nothing he’s ever experienced. He’s getting hard, just from the feeling of his mouth on his. It’s embarrassing. Jimin can absolutely feel him, his thin sweats leaving little to the imagination.

Jungkook threads his hands in Jimin’s hair and pulls, forcing his head back for easier access. Jimin grins seductively, and Jungkook dives back in, tracing those fat lips with his tongue, massaging them between his own, licking at them and biting. He lets out a harsh breath as their tongues swirl together, press up against each other. Jimin is skilled with it, a control over his tongue like every other part of his body. He feels hot all over, his head floating and color bursting behind his closed eyes.

They part, a thin string of saliva between their panting mouths. Jimin is looking at him with pupils blown wide, a spark in his eyes like Jungkook ignited something in him. Jungkook kisses along his jaw, licks over his ear and finally gets his mouth on that pretty, long neck. His hands slip lower and he can feel the swell of Jimin’s ass squished out on the seat of his motorcycle. Jimin tilts his head to the side, and he feels the vibration of the groan as it passes out of his throat.

Jimin squeezes his thighs around him and pulls him closer still, hands sliding around to his back beneath his shirt. His fingers scrape along his shoulder blades, “So big,” he moans.

Jungkook bites at his neck. The wind picks up, reminding him they’re out in the open, curling into one another. He laughs in disbelief into Jimin’s neck.

He loses himself again, kissing along those collar bones, running his nose up his throat and diving back into a needy kiss. Jimin lets him do it all, quietly asks for more with the way he leans in to everything, tugs at him, meets his every move. His hand slides down Jungkook’s front, dipping into every curve, then goes lower, lower, until he cups Jungkook’s hard dick gently. Jungkook inhales sharply, clenching his jaw before continuing to kiss Jimin hungrily.

A buzzing sound interrupts them, and Jungkook furrows his brow, “What’s that?” he whispers into Jimin’s lips.

“Hm?” Jimin doesn’t seem to hear it at all, and then he’s jerking back, “Oh, it’s my phone,” he laughs.

Jungkook doesn’t pull away. He kisses behind Jimin’s ear as he pulls out his phone and answers it.

“Hello?” his hand snakes back down, rubbing over the obvious tip of Jungkook’s cock over his sweats. He bites jimin’s ear.

“Oh, yes, that’s me,” his hand presses down his length, teasing. Jungkook’s eyes roll back. “That’s great. Yes, I can be there soon. Thank you.” He hangs up. “Car’s ready,” he grips Jungkook fully. His knees give out and he falls into Jimin.

“Fucking hell,” he buries his face in his neck.

Jimin pauses, “Is this ok? Sorry, you’re making me crazy. This is actually very out of character for me,” he giggles.

Jungkook clenches his eyes shut and bucks into that hand just once, “While I am enjoying myself immensely, I probably shouldn’t whip my dick out in a public parking lot.”

“We don’t have to take it out,” Jimin’s voice is a teasing whisper. He gives his cock a tug.

“You want to make me come in my pants?” Jungkook chuckles.

Jimin nods enthusiastically.

He bites his lip as Jimin keeps playing with him. “As hot as this is, and as much as I’d like that,” he pauses, a moan breaking through, “We should probably stop. Otherwise, I might not want to stop at all. Might bend you over right here.”

Jimin relents and releases him, his legs unwrapping around him too, “Sorry,” he whispers, “Your muscles made my brain melt.”

“I think I know how you feel,” he mumbles before kissing him again, this time gently. Sweetly. Jimin smiles into it.

Jungkook pulls back. He grabs the helmet from his handlebars and squeezes it onto Jimin’s head, buckling it for him. It suits him. He looks good sitting there on his bike in his jacket, his helmet. Something about it makes him look like his. It has him pulling him close again, kissing at his neck.

“What about you?” Jimin asks as he steps back.

“Hm?” Jungkook’s mind is fuzzy.

“I can’t take your helmet. What if we crash?”he’s already trying to take it off.

Jungkook holds it down on his head with one hand, “Then you better behave,” he smirks, “Hands to yourself on the way back.”

Jimin pouts, “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Just to be clear, I liked it very much. I liked everything we did today. This might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” his hands find Jimin’s. They interlace.

Jimin squirms a bit on the seat, his cheeks squished cutely in the helmet. He brings one of Jungkook’s hands up to his lips and kisses his tattooed knuckles, “I’m so happy right now. I’ve been crushing on you since that first class.”

Jungkook’s heart flutters. He’s so pretty. “Me too. Does this mean I can get your number? See you again like this?”

Jimin blushes and looks a little embarrassed, “You already have it. I put it in your phone when you showed me your website earlier.”

Jungkook’s jaw drops. He pulls his hands from Jimin’s and grips his hips, “Is that so? Naughty. What have I gotten myself into, hm?”

Jimin’s legs wrap around him again and he’s giggling, “Hopefully me someday soon.”

Jungkook stills. He eyes up the man in his arms. Apparently, if he had a kink, it’s probably pretty boys with dirty mouths sitting on his motorcycle in his jacket. “When?” he lets his hands slide up the back of Jimin’s shirt, “When are you free?” He realizes how that sounded—that it seemed like he’s asking when Jimin was free to fuck. He blushes, “I mean, free to hang out. When can I see you again?” He’s not sure if Jimin wants more than something physical, and his heart sinks at the thought.

“Text me later,” Jimin meets his eyes, “We’ll plan a date. A proper one.”

“I’d like that,” Jungkook pulls him into a hug, “I’d like that a lot.” They cling to each other for a moment in the quiet parking lot, the sun almost gone.

“Now,” Jungkook clears his throat and tugs Jimin until he’s sitting further back on the bike. Jimin gracefully points his toes and kicks his leg over, straddling the seat in an elegant pose. It could be a magazine cover. “Your chariot awaits.”

Jungkook settles in the front. Jimin holds him close, but keeps his hands still and on top of his clothes this time. Jungkook starts up the bike, backing out and slowly maneuvering through the lot. The ride is sweet and quiet.

They pull into the shop. Jimin takes off the helmet and places it in Jungkook’s lap.

“I’ll wait here until you’re all set,” he murmurs.

“You’re so sweet,” Jimin squeezes him from behind, “Such a gentleman.” He kisses the back of his neck before he leaves.

Jungkook smiles. He admires the deep orange and magenta of the clouds as the sun puts out its final rays while he waits, but his mind is elsewhere, his chest fluttering and feeling a lot like how those soft, pink clouds look.

Jimin pulls up in his car next to Jungkook, “She’s all better,” he pats the hood when he gets out. “I can’t believe you took your whole day to help me. I’m feeling very spoiled and taken care of,” he’s still wearing Jungkook’s jacket, and he wraps it closer around himself.

“As you should,” Jungkook grins, “I had a nice time, and I’m happy I could help a little.”

“Thank you, Jungkook,” Jimin comes closer, puts a hand on his thigh and leans in, kissing his cheek. Jungkook wraps his hand around Jimin’s wrist to keep him from pulling away, then turns his head, planting a soft kiss on his lips. They stay close, smiling, then kiss again. And again.

“Text me. Call me,” Jimin’s breath is shaky.

“I will,” Jungkook murmurs into his lips. They kiss gently again, slow and sweet.

A car drives by, breaking them apart. Jimin is blushing as he grabs Jungkook’s helmet and tries to push it on his head. It pulls his hair, making Jungkook cry out and push him away.

“You’re a menace,” he smirks while pushing it down himself.

Jimin chuckles as he comes closer again and buckles it on for him. “I know,” he goes to take his jacket off. Jungkook pulls it tighter around him.

“Keep it.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, “But-“

“If you take it off, it’ll break my heart,” Jungkook pouts, “it looks so good on you.”

Jimin bites his lip, “Oh yeah?” He does a little spin, “Cause it’s yours?”

Jungkook just blushes and starts his bike while Jimin laughs. “I’ll talk to you soon,” he yells over the sound of the muffler.

Jimin waves, the tips of his fingers barely poking out of the big sleeves. He gets in his car while Jungkook drives off, looking over his shoulder to get one last glance. His client is going to murder him for missing his deadline, but he’d take that over missing a chance with Jimin any day.

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JK
“what kind of snacks do you like?”

JM
“Cheese balls! And gummies!”

JK
“you’re a cheeseball”

JM
“Take that back, or I’m not getting fried chicken. I’ll get something healthy.”

JK
“fine by me”

Jimin sends a sticker of Chim Chim crying. Then another with him holding a knife menacingly. It’s cute that he uses them so excessively, like he’s showing off how much he likes them.

Jungkook sends one of the buff bunny eating carrots.

JM
“Raw carrots for dinner it is then, bun.”

Jungkook smiles at the nickname.

JK
“im bringing stuff to make you dinner, fool”

JM
“What am I even good for?”

JK
“you have to pick the show!! that was the whole deal! don’t pretend like you don’t remember. you better have one picked out by the time i get there”

Three dots appear and disappear, and Jungkook laughs like an idiot in the grocery store. He knows Jimin well enough by now to know they’ll be scrolling through shows together. This is their first time hanging out after the flat tire incident, but they’ve been texting nonstop—calling every time something even remotely interesting or annoying happens in their life—and chatting after flying yoga classes for too long.

They click.

It’s exciting.

JK
“i’ll be there in about twenty minutes. im taking the train so i can carry groceries.”

JM
“I should have come with to give you a ride! Or went to your place.”

JK
“i like the train. don’t take this from me. im being so romantic rn”

JM
“I’ll see you soon, loser.”

Jungkook snorts. He pockets his phone and checks out, making sure he got everything on his list including the cheese balls and several gummy options.

He can’t stop fidgeting on the train. He’s biting at his lips, shifting the grocery bags from one hand to another, and bouncing his leg. He’s nervous. He tucks his hair behind one ear, feeling with his hand to make sure it’s not standing up funny anywhere. He pulls at his shirt. He’s dressed casually, tight black jeans and an oversized black t-shirt, big boots. His usual.

His phone alerts him that this is his stop, and he has a quick walk over to Jimin’s apartment. The streets are busy, tires humming in the puddles left by a rainstorm earlier today. Lights reflect in them now, turning the dark of night into streaks of vibrant reds and yellows. He holds his groceries close, shoulder to shoulder with a crowd on the sidewalk.

JK
here

JM
Come on up

The door buzzes, and Jungkook slips inside. He wipes the wet from his boots and swallows his heartbeat as he rides the elevator up to the 10th floor. Jimin’s in apartment 13, and he takes a moment to breathe before knocking quietly. He makes a playful beat with his knuckles, letting him know it’s him in a way.

Jimin’s voice comes from behind the door, “I can see you.”

Jungkook grins into the peephole. He leans his forehead above it, hoping it distorts his face.

Jimin is giggling when he opens up, which is good because it gives Jungkook a second to recover. He’s wearing tiny bicycle shorts, barely visible under his baggy white tee. His legs look so smooth, and there’s so much of them.

Jimin catches him looking and glances down, “Oh, god, sorry, I was working on a new routine for class. Is it ok I’m dressed like this? I forgot I was going to get all cute.”

Jungkook steps up and kisses Jimin’s forehead, “You’re cute just like that.”

The red in Jimin’s cheeks is painfully obvious when he pulls away. He slaps Jungkook’s chest weakly, then grabs his shoulder and yanks him inside. As the door closes, Jungkook finds himself pressed against the wall, Jimin greedily moving in and kissing him breathless. His body presses against him, and Jungkook drops the groceries he so valiantly protected so he can wrap his hands around his waist.

“Hi,” Jimin smiles, arms around his neck.

“Someone’s happy to see me. You like me that much, huh?” Jungkook is smug. Who wouldn’t be after being greeted like that by Park Jimin?

Jimin scrunches his nose like he hates it, but he kisses him again. “I’ll take these to the kitchen,” he grabs the groceries, running away cutely, “Make yourself at home.”

Jungkook kicks off his boots and smooths out his shirt. He follows behind Jimin, but stops to look around. His place is nice. There’s a view of the Han River out the big window in the living room. The couch looks like a fluffy white cloud, very grownup and whimsical all at once. The walls are a charcoal grey, making the space dark and moody, with tiled floors warmed up with shaggy rugs. The lighting is nice, a few bubbly lamps giving off a warm glow.

As he looks closer, the shelves are full of trinkets that look like they have a story behind them. There’s a row of trophies and medals, pictures of Jimin in gymnastic uniforms. There’s photos of Jimin with groups of his friends, his parents, stray cats, sweet notes and cards kept and framed. He’s sentimental, it seems, and that makes Jungkook feel warm.

His kitchen is sleek and clean, and he looks a bit out of place in it. He can tell Jimin doesn’t cook often. He’s peeking in his own cupboards, closing them and trying the next like he’s not sure what’s in there.

“Your first time here, too?” he teases.

Jimin picks up a wooden spoon and threatens him, “Its very normal for busy adults to eat out often.”

“I love eating out,” Jungkook can’t help himself. He giggles like a teenager.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Jimin doesn’t miss a beat.

“You’re too good at this,” Jungkook drops his head. He grips the counter for support.

“What?” Jimin sounds genuinely confused.

“Flirting,” Jungkook admits, “You’re like level 3000. My heart can’t take it.” He grips his shirt over his heart to be dramatic.

Jimin sticks up his nose proudly, “I don’t know what you mean. I’ve never flirted with you.”

“Right,” Jungkook smirks. He steps behind Jimin and wraps his arms around his waist. He kisses his neck, “I got stuff to make bibimbap.”

Jimin leans back into him, “I started some rice. I’m not completely helpless.”

Jungkook giggles into his skin, “As long as you’re not completely helpless.” He gets distracted kissing his neck again, reveling in how responsive he is. Jimin reaches up and threads his hand in Jungkook’s hair as he pulls him closer, kissing more diligently, sucking on his skin there. His hips cant back, his plush ass rubbing up against him just right as Jungkook grunts.

“God, you’re perfect,” he groans while stepping back, smacking Jimin’s ass playfully. He has to before he gets carried away.

Jimin looks pleased as he hoists himself up on the counter. His thighs splay out thickly against the surface as he picks through the bags Jungkook brought. He pulls out the snacks and shakes them above his head like trophies.

He starts opening a pack of gummies, and Jungkook pouts. “I’m just having one!” Jimin defends himself, “I won’t ruin my appetite, I promise.”

Jungkook is appeased. He pulls out the ingredients and gets to work cooking their dinner. It’s relatively quick and easy, but he shows off regardless. He winks over at Jimin while he chops the veggies, and he crushes the seasonings with his palms like a chef. Jimin seems entertained, clapping and kicking his feet. He tosses a gummy to Jungkook, and they both grin when he catches it in his mouth.

They eat at the counter, mostly so they can stand close together. Jimin makes them each a highball since Jungkook said they were his favorite. Jimin devours his meal, praising his skills and Jungkook laps it up, basking in his kind words. They wash up together, but leave most of the dishes as they get impatient to get to the couch.

Jimin pulls up Netflix and sets out the drinks and snacks. He’s gathered a pillow and blankets from his room. They smell subtly like fresh cotton as Jungkook wraps up in one.

“You didn’t pick anything, did you?” he raises an eyebrow. He fights a chuckle.

Jimin opens his mouth, then closes it again. He grabs the remote and pushes Jungkook down. They giggle as they wrestle for a bit, and Jimin falls on the couch in front of him. He lays back and yanks the blanket around him, too. They’re spooning, suddenly, and Jungkook is stunned into silence. His back is pressed against the back of the couch, his head in a soft pillow behind Jimin’s, Jimin’s back plastered to his chest.

Jimin places the remote in Jungkook’s hand that’s poking out under him. They both start laughing. Jungkook wraps his arms around him fully, pulling Jimin back and nuzzling into his neck. He flicks down to a random drama and puts it on, dropping the remote to the floor.

“Oh, this looks good,” Jimin hums.

Jungkook just nods. He’s not paying attention, his mind is fully consumed by how Jimin is pressing up against him. Jimin reaches forward and grabs the cheese balls.

“Still hungry?” Jungkook teases. Jimin wiggles his way back, his ass pressed perfectly over him. It’s like he did that on purpose. Jimin looks over his shoulder as he puts a cheese ball between his thick lips, tongue darting out to pull it inside.

“Want one?” he offers, holding one out. Jungkook leans forward and takes it with his mouth, his lips wrapping around the tips of those pretty fingers.

“Mmm,” he hums into Jimin’s ear after he swallows. The other settles back against him, his hips shimmying again. The show plays, and Jimin comments on it, but Jungkook doesn’t hear a word. He’s fighting for his life. This is so domestic and sexy at the same time.

His hand is resting on Jimin’s bare stomach, his shirt so baggy it just happened. It’s basically like he’s in his underwear below that, naked legs and tight, thin shorts. His body is warm, soft and smooth, and he smells nice.

“You have an aerial hammock at home?” Jungkook mumbles sleepily, remembering Jimin saying he was working on a routine for class.

“Hm? Oh, I do. It’s in my room,” he answers.

Jungkook’s brain short circuits. For some reason that turns him on. He presses his hand more firmly to Jimin’s stomach and can’t help the shallow grind that comes from his hips. “In your room?”

Jimin looks over his shoulder with a coy smirk, “You getting ideas or something? It’s my job,” he laughs, “of course I have one.” But he’s moving his hips back subtly, too.

“I’d like to see it,” Jungkook sighs at the warmth of Jimin’s ass rubbing against him, “A private lesson.”

He feels Jimin tense in his arms at the words, then he’s letting out an airy laugh, “You’re so horny.”

“You make me this way,” Jungkook tugs his hips back and is a little less shy about what he’s doing. He kisses Jimin’s neck and grinds into him. He murmurs in his ear, “I’m always watching you. You look way too good wrapped up in all that silk, stretched out and bent in half. Your tight little leggings don’t hide anything from me. Do you like it? Hm? Like it that I’m looking at you like that in front of everybody?”

Jimin shudders against him. His lips part over a broken sound, and he keens back, shameless about how he’s meeting Jungkook’s hips.

“I like it. I fucking like it,” he admits. “Always catch you looking.”

Jungkook tosses the blanket aside. He wants to watch. His ass jiggles even in those tight shorts when he reaches down to smack the side of it. Jimin rewards him by rolling his body sensually, all control and precision as he works his dick.

“Fuck,” Jungkook holds him tight. He pushes Jimin’s shirt up higher, exposing that toned and tempting skin. His nipple slips out, small and dark, and Jungkook can’t help but rub over it, pinch it, before trailing his hands all over Jimin. It’s only fair. Jimin did the same to him. His hands are big on his chest, expanding all the way across it. He feels so small caged in his arms, so fragile even though Jungkook knows how strong he really is.

“You wore these on purpose, didn’t you?” he traces his fingers along the top of Jimin’s little shorts. He’s hard, and it’s obvious he’s not wearing anything underneath. “You didn’t forget to get dressed. You picked these out just for me.” He snaps the band with a flick of his fingers.

Jimin covers him mouth with one hand and just nods. His cheeks are pink, and his eyes are cloudy, hooded, so out of it already.

“Mmm, you have me right where you want me, huh?” Jungkook feels Jimin angle his hips and grind back faster, all worked up.

“Yes,” Jimin admits, “wanted you just like this. Thought about it.”

Jungkook groans. His cock leaks, making the slide wet in his jeans. He should have worn something loose and thin, but Jimin’s ass would feel good in anything.

Jimin stretches out and lets go of all pretenses, throwing himself into grinding down on Jungkook’s dick. His body undulates under his hands, and it’s so fucking sexy. Jungkook can’t keep up. He tugs Jimin’s shirt off completely, and the other loves it, moving against him with a blissed out grin.

“You’re loving this,” Jungkook’s voice is rough and tight, “You’re trying to make me come in my pants just like the other night.”

Jimin giggles, and it’s hot.

“You’re a menace,” Jungkook can’t stop. It feels too good. He throws his head back and groans, giving up and humping into Jimin’s ass in a depraved way. Jimin probably wouldn’t stop him if he took his dick out, but he wants to give him what he wants. It seems to be a kink of his or something—he wants to see him fall apart just like this—and that’s hot on its own.

Jimin guides Jungkook’s hands over his bare ribs, his chest, as he rolls his body for him. He shakes his ass in a way that moves the wet around in his pants, then his cheeks wrap around his shaft and work him just right. Jungkook drags his dick through it, rolls and ruts right into it, grunting and sighing at the pressure. He’s getting close, but it’s still not quite enough. He wants more. More of Jimin. All of Jimin.

“Want you,” he confesses, hugging Jimin tight and sucking on his neck, biting it.

Jimin moans, and the sound makes him throb. “You sound so good,” his head is swimming, his breathing harsh and shallow. “You feel good?” he needs to know.

“Fuck yes,” Jimin says through his teeth, “You’re so—This is perfect. Perfect.”

Jungkook’s eyes roll back. He reaches down and grips Jimin’s cock over his little shorts. He whimpers, rolling into his hand. He’s wet, too, the patch smearing against his palm. There’s so much. He rubs it around for him, grabs him fully and jerks him off, the stretchy fabric making it slide easy. That makes Jimin really get into it, his ass rolling back all nasty, clapping a little against him.

“I’m gonna come for you,” he groans into Jimin’s back, “you’re gonna make me come just like this.”

Jimin whines. He feels so feverish against him, like Jungkook lit a fire inside. He can feel more precum leaking through Jimin’s shorts. He squeezes around the head, pulling more out to make it sloppy for him. If Jungkook is coming in his pants, he’s taking Jimin over the edge with him. He gets it. Seeing Jimin all worked up just from a rub over his clothes is sexy, but Jungkook is absolutely wrecked, completely undone having Jimin like this against him.

Jimin starts canting his hips back in a short, precise grind, and it’s all encompassing. The friction too good. He looks down to watch the way his ass spreads out, how it tapers into his little waist where Jungkook’s hand grips. The build up is insane. Pleasure is already thrumming through his veins, his head drunk with it, everything pulled tight and waiting for the right moment to snap. He’s so sensitive, every nerve lighting up. He opens his mouth and starts moaning. Something about doing this through layers of fabric and it not being enough is burning him up, an ache racking through him that throbs and won’t be satisfied. But it’s still so hot. He doesn’t stand a chance, his body surrendering to anything Jimin will give him.

As he snaps, he grips Jimin tight and holds him where he wants, rutting against him as he comes. It’s exhilarating, feels so good, but he needs more. He moans, low and heavy against Jimin’s ear as warm come spurts all around him. He keeps grinding into him even as the dam breaks, pleasure washing over him in waves, then ebbing, pulling back for him to feel how sticky he is in his jeans, how his cock still throbs.

Jimin goes rigid against him, and Jungkook snaps out of it to focus on him, licking up his neck and gripping his cock tight, holding him close. Jimin comes with a loud, broken cry, body tight, then squirming as his orgasm floods through him. Jungkook feels his come soak through the fabric, and he uses it to help Jimin ride it out, giving him what he needs. He pulls back when Jimin swats his hand away.

“No fair,” he pants, his voice raw and sweet.

“Hm?” Jungkook chuckles.

“Wanted you to do that, not me,” he giggles. “Guess I want you just as bad.”

Jimin spins around until they’re facing each other. Jungkook gazes at him with heavy eyes. He’s beautiful. He wraps his arm around him, and pulls him in for a kiss. It’s soft at first, slow, then Jimin is humming into his lips and his mouth turns sinful. Their legs wrap together, their hands roaming and breath mingling.

Jimin pushes his shoulder and makes Jungkook lie flat before he climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. He reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, the zipper loud in the room.

“Jimin,” he groans as Jimin sinks down, tugging his pants off as he kneels between his legs.

“You made a mess,” Jimin tosses his pants to the floor and drags a finger through his come soaked briefs. It’s cold now, drying. He shifts uncomfortably. “Want these off?”

Jungkook nods and rests his hands on his chest, still breathing heavy. Still sensitive.

“Ok, bun,” Jimin slides them down. Jungkook bites his lip at the nickname used in this context. He likes it. Too much, probably. His briefs plop to the floor, and he’s exposed and vulnerable beneath Jimin. He reaches up and shoves Jungkook’s shirt up, too, and he takes the hint, tugging it over his head. Jimin’s eyes eat him up, tongue darting out to lick his lips like he’s hungry for him. “How do you even look like this? How are you real?” Jimin groans.

It makes Jungkook blush. He arches into Jimin’s touch as he runs his hands over his chest, his stomach, his thighs. “You’re so big here,” Jimin grips them, “and so little here,” he holds his waist, “and so broad here,” he touches his ribs, his chest, his shoulders, “So pretty. So fucking hot.” He dips down and kisses his dick. Jungkook inhales sharply, those lips so soft and warm. Jimin’s tongue lolls out and starts cleaning up his mess, slurping up his come, then he wraps his lips around him, bobs once, twice, and swallows him whole.

After not having enough for so long, this is almost too much. But so, so good. He whines—his dick never quite went soft—and it’s chubbing up even more in that tight, wet heat. So wet. Jimin is drooling all over him, getting it messy again. He’s not used to being touched after coming, and he fights with wanting to pull away or sink in further. It makes his hips buck up, and Jimin chokes around him. He does it again and again, the sounds sinking him back into that aroused haze. He holds Jimin’s head and pushes it down further, taking what he needs. His mouth feels so good, and his tongue keeps swirling around him even when he’s choking on it. He’s never felt anything like it-thick lips, skilled tongue, tight throat-it’s driving him wild.

Jimin pulls off with a gasp. His eyes are watering. He climbs back up him, leaning down for a kiss. He looks angelic when he pulls back again, messy blonde hair in his eyes, cheeks red.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs.

A soft smile blooms on Jimin’s face, tender and vulnerable, then it curls up into a smirk, “You still want that private lesson?”

“What, now?” Jungkook is still breathless.

Jimin leans in, his finger making circles around his nipple, “Mm, I have some poses I’d like to show you. Wanna see?”

Jungkook is nodding before he even finishes. Jimin grins, then sits up, pulling Jungkook with him until they’re chest to chest, Jimin in his lap. Jungkook sinks his hands beneath Jimin’s shorts and grabs his ass, smooth and soft, pulling him into him. Jimin moans, grinding against him again, still hard.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Jungkook admits, “Never felt like this before. Want you so fucking bad.”

Those words seem to stroke Jimin like a touch. He moans at them, bites his lip. Jungkook bites at his collarbone, head dipping to suck on his nipple. His hands are full, squeezing and tugging at the ass he’s been dreaming about. Jimin’s thick thighs are wrapped around him, and his hands are in his hair, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.

Jungkook needs more. More. He swings his legs over the side of the couch and stands, grunting just a little as he takes Jimin with him. The other squeaks in surprise, clinging to Jungkook’s shoulders and tightening his legs around his back. Jungkook holds him by his ass, walking towards the door he assumes is the bedroom.

“This way?” his voice is tight with need.

Jimin gives a pleased little hum and nods, biting at Jungkook’s ear. “So sexy,” his voice is close and he feels the warmth of his breath, “Mm, picked me up like nothing.”

Jungkook grins as he pushes the door open. He flexes under Jimin’s grip on his arms, the other tossing his head back with a laugh. Jungkook snickers too, then his eyebrows raise as he gets a look at Jimin’s room.

It’s altogether cozy and inviting, soft white linens on the bed with a handful of eclectic throw pillows that somehow work nicely together. There are shelves full of books and more pictures, candles, trinkets. A few plants warm up the tidy and simple space. The red aerial hammock is hanging from an exposed rafter and takes up most of the room. There’s a fluffy white rug beneath it, and a full length mirror leaning against the wall in front of it.

Jungkook dives back into kissing Jimin as he makes his way to the bed. Jimin holds him by the back of his neck, licking deep into his mouth and claiming it with a moan. Jungkook’s shins hit the side of the bed, and he tosses Jimin down into the sheets. He gasps as he’s dropped, and he squeaks when Jungkook manhandles him onto his stomach, smacking his ass.

Jungkook yanks his little shorts off with one hard tug, tossing them over his shoulder. “Let me see you,” he groans. Jimin arches his back, and he has to grab his throbbing cock for a moment at the sight of Jimin’s perfectly round and juicy ass all out like a meal right in front of him. “You’re unbelievable,” he grabs two fistfuls of it, squeezing. He leans forward and lets his face be consumed by it. He nuzzles into it, sighing like it’s a relief to finally be here. He tentatively licks his hole as he presses that soft flesh around his head.

Jimin almost shouts in surprise, squirming in Jungkook’s hold. “Oh, fuck,” he presses back into him, “fuck yeah.”

Jungkook grins as he circles his tongue around his entrance, playing with it. He pulls back and spits at it before leaning in to suck, massaging his rim by flicking his tongue loose and fast, slurping at him. He presses in, and Jimin’s rim gives around him and sucks him in. Jimin arches further, a cute chorus of held back moans filling up the room while Jungkook fucks him slow with his tongue.

He pulls back and smacks his ass again, “Lube?” His voice is hoarse. Jimin doesn’t speak, just points to the small side table just out of reach. Jungkook moves to open it, tugging Jimin’s ankle rough and bringing him with.

“Oh my god,” Jimin laughs, “I did not think you’d be like this. I thought you were a bottom.”

Jungkook chuckles, “I don’t mind bottoming. But this ass is too good not to have.”

Jimin looks over his shoulder. His eyes are heavy and his gaze pierces him, “You’re saying you switch? You’ll let me have you, too?”

“That ok? I don’t mind either way. Just want you.”

“You’re perfect,” Jimin sighs, “I can’t believe this.”

Jungkook digs around and finds the lube. It’s a smaller bottle, “We’re gonna need more lube than this, you and I.”

Jimin lets his head sink to the sheets and he wiggles his ass, “Oh yeah? Planning our future together already?”

“Pretty sure we’re meant to be,” he flicks the lid and squeezes some on his fingers, “I’m not letting you go after this.”

Jimin whines just at his words. He seems to like that, and it makes Jungkook’s racing heart pound harder. He rubs his two middle fingers together and makes sure they’re fully coated before squeezing a bit of lube right over Jimin’s pink little hole. Cute and pretty, just like him. He watches it clench as Jimin squirms, then holds his thigh with one hand as he dips one knuckle inside.

It’s warm and smooth, and Jimin lets out a gasp of breath and pushes back, swallowing more of him. Jungkook smirks before thrusting in further, watching his finger disappear. It’s tight inside, and wet. He explores in there, plays with him as he rubs his finger all around, pushing all the way in. He lets Jimin sit with it inside for a moment to adjust while he smacks his ass. When he pulls out, he lets his tongue dive back in to lick around his hole, while he reaches under Jimin to play with his nipple.

Jimin is squirming and moaning, letting Jungkook do whatever he pleases. He presses two fingers against his rim and slowly sinks inside, shallowly thrusting to ease him open. He gives, and Jungkook picks up the pace. He watches close as his fingers slip in and out, surrounded by squeezing heat. He pumps them fast, curling them with precision while Jimin takes it. It’s not long before Jimin reaches back and grabs his wrist.

“Wait, wait,” he moans, “Fuck, your fingers are too good. Don’t want to come yet.”

Jungkook swells with pride from making Jimin feel good. He’s puffing his chest when Jimin rolls to his back, Jungkook still on his knees on the floor. He gets a close view of Jimin’s leaking cock, precum smeared all around his soft stomach. He looks angelic in the sheets. Jungkook can’t stop and grabs Jimin’s thighs, yanking him closer to eat his ass again. He licks up his balls and the length of his cock, swirling his tongue around the head. Jimin’s hands twist in his hair as he lets out a disbelieving gasp. Jungkook smirks before taking him fully into his mouth, swallowing him down easy.

“Oh my—“ Jimin goes rigid and lets Jungkook have his way. He presses his finger back inside, sucking Jimin off and feeling him tight around him. He’s so hard, leaking onto the floor in streams. He reaches down to grip himself, humming happily at all the different sensations at once, drowned in a haze of pleasure.

“Stop, stop, fuck I’m gonna come if you don’t—ah.”

Jungkook lets Jimin slide from his throat, but can’t stop fingering him. He keeps it inside as he jacks himself off.

“You having fun down there?” Jimin teases.

Jungkook moans, “Want you.”

“You have me, baby,” Jimin sighs. He rolls his hips on his finger.

Jungkook drops his head to Jimin’s thigh at that, overwhelmed by the words. He fingers Jimin rougher, sliding another inside.

“You’re distracting me,” Jimin giggles breathlessly, “I was gonna do something.”

“Hm?” Jungkook slows his fingers but doesn’t stop.

“I was gonna give you a little show,” he tilts his head towards the aerial hammock, “Have you fuck me upside down or something. But you feel so good down there. Might want to keep you just like this all night. My own personal little mouth and fingers,” he sighs and stretches his hands over his head, gripping the sheets like he really likes that idea.

Jungkook bites his thigh and kisses his way back to his cock. He drools over the head and sucks it back inside. Jimin bucks his hips and makes him swallow it all. He chokes, but he takes it, pleased by the airy moans Jimin can’t stop making. He sucks him off until he’s at the edge again before pulling off, licking down to his ass to eat him out more. He could do this all night. Whatever Jimin wants.

But it seems Jimin wants more. He sits up, hair a mess and cheeky rosy. He has to push Jungkook back to stop his greedy mouth and fingers. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed now, and he leans down to pull Jungkook’s sinful lips in for a kiss.

“Want you to feel good, too,” he breathes, “Want you inside.”

Jungkook groans. He grips Jimin’s hips, but the other stands suddenly, making Jungkook sit back on his heels. He crosses his feet behind him, looking up at Jimin to wait for his next move.

Jimin’s eyes blacken as he takes him in. He pushes Jungkook’s hair back gently, then grips it to make his head tilt up, “You look so sweet down there. Your eyes are so big and sparkly. Like you didn’t just absolutely wreck me with your dirty little mouth.”

He walks over to the hammock and stands on it. He wraps the silk around his leg and spins in it until it grips his waist. He reaches up to hold on to the fabric above his head. The red silk is devastatingly beautiful against his skin. His thighs are wrapped in it, and his ankles are supported as well. He’s facing the floor, horizontal and legs pulled back. He spreads them, and he’s suspended at the perfect height to meet Jungkook’s hips.

“Come on,” he beckons, “come over here and fuck me like this.”

“Do you have condoms?” Jungkook’s hands tremble around the lube.

Jimin shakes his head, “I haven’t been with anyone for a while.”

“Me either,” Jungkook admits, “I’m-is it ok?”

“Want you raw,” Jimin moans, “And you’re mine now, right?”

“I’m fucking yours,” Jungkook grabs the lube and slicks himself up, “only yours. Who could ever compare to you?”

He steps between Jimin’s legs. He slides his cock over his ass, gripping his hips. He pushes, and Jimin’s body sways forward, and he pulls him back, his dick slipping between his cheeks. Like this, he can move Jimin however he likes. His heart races. This is hotter than he even thought possible.

“Have you done this before?” he ruts against him.

Jimin moans and shakes his head, “Thought about it, but I’ve never met anyone who—I trust you like this. And I can tell it turns you on, too.”

“You look so good, Jimin. Never seen anything like this,” he grabs his dick and tugs it a few times, “Can I really have you like this?”

“If you don’t fuck me right now I—“

Jungkook slips his tip inside. Jimin cries out and clenches around him.

He soothes his hands over his hips, “Shhh,” he groans. It’s too tight, too good. “Relax, baby, let me take you.”

Jimin breathes deep, his hole relenting and letting him sink deeper inside. “That’s it,” he takes his time. He tugs Jimin on to him, standing still. He’s like a toy, a sleeve just for him. His cock twitches at the thought. He’s never really been turned on by that before, but this is doing it for him. Probably because it’s Jimin.

He fucks in deep, and Jimin moans appreciatively. His cock is swallowed in perfect, tight, wet suction. He tilts his head back and clenches his jaw, trying not to come on the spot. He’s been touch-starved, and having Jimin like this is almost too much. He grinds into him, slow and deliberate. He feels open, ready. He pulls out and bucks back in, the sensation mind blowing. His whole body thrums with pleasure, his mind fuzzing. He can’t stop now. His hips roll as he uses the sway of the hammock to glide Jimin up and down his dick with ease. It’s perfect. His ass jiggles up and down as it meets his hips, the sight so lewd it eggs him on to hit it harder, grunting from the force.

The room fills with wet slapping sounds and moans. Jungkook holds on tight and gives in, fucking into Jimin with no restraint. It’s so good, so hot. After a while, Jimin reaches back and presses against his chest. He’s moving, so Jungkook pulls out and beats his dick as he watches Jimin twirl around in red silk. It’s sexy and beautiful, his poses still graceful and toes pointed even as his chest heaves and cock drips on the floor.

He’s facing him now, legs up in the air and hole open and ready. Jungkook can’t wait any longer and sticks his dick right inside. Jimin fumbles and grabs his shoulders with a moan. Jungkook grips the hammock and lifts Jimin’s entire body weight up and down his cock.

“What?” Jimin pauses, “Holy fuck,” his head falls back on a moan. His legs are pulled open wider with each lift up, the fabric cutting into the fat of his thighs. Jimin bites his lip as he watches Jungkook’s arms flexing and handling him so easily. He leans in and kisses him, their naked chests brushing against each other. It’s warm and comforting, and Jungkook sighs into the kiss.

Jimin’s legs bend and his feet lock behind him. He smirks and leans back, his arms reaching towards the floor. Jungkook holds his waist, eyes greedily eyeing how he stretches out in front of him. He’s fully at Jungkook’s mercy as he starts thrusting in rough and dirty, easily tugging Jimin against his hips with the sway of the hammock. He grinds his dick up, trying to angle it just right for him. He can sense when he hits his prostate, Jimin clenching around him and pulling him close with his feet.

He presses his tongue into his cheek and holds him right there, grinding against it as his dick stays enveloped in his perfect ass. Jimin cries out. His hands are on the floor now, helping to hold him right there. His back is arched and his chest is heaving. His cock leaks an obscene amount, precum dripping all the way up to his throat. Jungkook leans down and licks his dick. It’s easy like this, the angle of their bodies surprising him. He takes Jimin’s cock in his mouth while fucking into him.

“Oh,” Jimin tenses, “God. I’m going to come. I’m coming, Jungkook, I’m coming. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Jungkook fucks into him harder, tongue swirling as he swallows around his tip. Jimin cries out loud, his moan heavenly and broken as come fills Jungkook’s mouth. He can’t swallow it all. It leaks out and drips down his chin while Jimin convulses on his dick, clenching just right.

Jimin’s body goes slack as he finishes. He’s still moaning, sounding overwhelmed.

Jungkook reaches down and pulls him up by supporting his back. They meet in a sweet kiss, his cock throbbing inside that perfect heat. Jungkook slowly unravels Jimin from the hammock until he’s holding him himself. He tugs the last of it over Jimin’s head and carries him to the bed. He keeps his dick buried in him as he lays him out in the pillows. Jimin’s legs stay wrapped around him like he’s worried he’ll pull out. His soft hands trace Jungkook’s shoulders and back, his breath evening out as they meet each other’s eyes.

“Woah,” Jimin blinks.

“Yeah,” Jungkook grins, “woah.” He presses his lips together and can’t help it when his hips start moving. Jimin doesn’t stop him, so he fucks him harder. He feels close, but it’s simmering under the surface because he came once already, letting him enjoy this and have Jimin longer.

“Come inside,” Jimin whines.

Jungkook stills for a moment and bites his lip ring. That’s too hot. He has to close his eyes for a second as a rush of pleasure washes over him. “Yeah?”

Jimin nods, “Want to feel you.”

Jungkook snaps. He tugs Jimin down hard on his cock and fucks him quick and deep. He buries his face in his neck to kiss him there while he swims in ecstasy. He here’s something click open, then Jimin is gripping his ass. He pulls him open, and his wet finger swirls along his rim.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook moans weakly into Jimin’s neck as he enters him. His fingers are small enough to sink inside in one go. He’s never been fingered while fucking someone before—it’s usually one or the other for him—But this is more than welcome. His hips stutter as he struggles to find his rhythm, overwhelmed.

Jimin’s fingers hook forward and start rubbing deep inside him, which makes his cock twitch and throb. Jungkook rolls his hips and holds onto Jimin tight, completely lost in a haze.

“Gonna come,” he warns. Jimin’s fingers slip out then push all the way back in. Something about feeling the loss and then being stuffed back full puts him right at the edge. Those fingers stay deep inside, brushing up against his prostrate incessantly as Jungkook fucks that tight little hole. His mind can’t focus. Everything is just right. Sweat drips from his temple as he groans from exertion and pleasure. Their naked skin slides against each other, his cock twitching as he gets close buried inside the hottest ass he’s ever seen, those fingers filling him, Jimin’s pretty face. His eyes.

Their gazes meet, and everything else falls away for a moment. He’s so beautiful. He looks just as overwhelmed and lost in it as Jungkook feels, his plump lips open as sounds soaked with pleasure spills from him. Jungkook kisses them. And Jimin smiles into it with a pleased sigh.

Something about that sets him off. He breaks. He rolls into Jimin desperately and then moans right into his mouth as he goes rigid. The pleasure finally floods him fully, taking over every fiber of his being, blinding him to anything else but pure bliss. His come makes it even sloppier, warm and wet. He’s never come in anyone raw before, and it’s overwhelmingly hot and perfect. It pulls another wave from him just from how good it feels to fully let go.

“Coming,” Jimin whispers as his hole clenches and milks him even more. He spills between their stomachs. The sound Jimin makes is heavenly, wrecked, completely gone.

Jimin removes his fingers and they hold onto each other as they ride out their orgasms, kissing like they’re trying to steal each other’s breath. Like they’re each other’s oxygen, like if they part now they’d drown.

Jungkook can’t hold himself up anymore and settles against Jimin, who wraps his arms around him. His hands trace shapes into his back as they catch their breath. Jungkook rolls his hips a few more times. He can’t pull out, even as he goes soft. Jimin shivers at the feeling of his come dripping out of him.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and say that was pretty great,” Jungkook grumbles.

Jimin giggles weakly beneath him, “Five stars. A+ fucker, would recommend.”

The joke startles a loud laugh from Jungkook, and he holds Jimin closer as he plants little kisses up his neck. He rolls so Jimin is on top.

“You gonna be a repeat customer?” Jungkook asks timidly.

Jimin looks down at him with a soft smile, “Didn’t I say you were mine? I mean it. You’re my boyfriend now. You agreed. No takesie backsies.”

Warmth floods Jungkook’s chest, “Really?”

Jimin nods. He looks vulnerable, shy.

“Nothing would make me happier.”

The words make a radiant smile bloom on Jimin’s face. He’s beaming, blinding him with cuteness overload. He nuzzles into Jungkook and holds him tight.

They wash up lazily in the shower, limbs tired and trembling from going at it for so long.

Jungkook swings on his stomach on Jimin’s hammock as they get back in the room. He borrowed a pair of his briefs. Jimin smacks his ass as he walks by, and they both giggle. Jungkook climbs inside, and he’s surprised when Jimin joins him. He looks up at the rafter nervously, and Jimin smacks his chest.

“These things can hold 3,000 pounds,” he settles against him. They’re cradled in the hammock and sway together in silence. Jimin plays with his hair, and Jungkook hums a random melody peacefully.

They chat for what feels like hours. Nothing of consequence, but it’s easy and comfortable. They stay up late, but neither of them moves to go to bed, like they don’t want this to end. They giggle together and watch videos on Jimin’s phone. He watches him change Jungkook in his phone from a spicy and flexing arm emoji to a red heart and bunny.

“We’re a good match,” Jimin smiles as they finally settle under the covers in bed. Jungkook is lying against his chest, half asleep. He just hums in agreement as a peaceful slumber claims him.

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“Good morning, boyfriend,” Jimin greets him in the kitchen. He’s brewing a pot of coffee and it looks like he made eggs and rice. There’s kimchi and chili crisp pulled out.

Jungkook smiles and wraps his arms around his waist from behind, “Mm, my boyfriend made me breakfast?”

“Sorry it’s not anything fancy,” he looks over his shoulder and pecks Jungkook on the lips. As he turns away, Jungkook grabs his chin and pulls him back to him so he can kiss those pretty lips properly. They shouldn’t go a single day without getting the worship they deserve.

“Looks delicious,” he says while eying Jimin up.

“You’re insatiable,” Jimin giggles.

They eat together and sip at their coffee.

“What are your plans for the day?” Jimin wonders. They’re sitting on the couch, Jimin between his legs, his back against Jungkook’s chest.

“I have to submit something for work, and I usually go to my boxing gym on Fridays. Other than that, I’m free. You?”

“A boxer, hm? Will you teach me?” Jimin looks over his shoulder.

Jungkook kisses the moon tattoo on the back of his neck and wraps his hands around each of Jimin’s wrists. “You right handed?”

Jimin nods.

“Ok, hold this hand out here, and this one close to your chin,” he positions Jimin’s arms from behind. “When you jab, rotate your knuckles like this,” he makes a punching sound effect as Jimin’s fist makes a jab.

“This fist makes a cross jab,” he tugs Jimin’s other arm, “you rotate from your hips and your arms follow.” He goes back and forth between his arms, punching the air together. Jimin starts giggling, and the sound is divine.

“Now weave,” he shows Jimin how to open his hands and bob side to side to avoid punches, “and block with your forearms” he pulls Jimin’s arm up to shield his head, “And that’s it. You’re a pro boxer now. Congratulations,” he teases.

“Amazing,” Jimin giggles. He pushes off the couch and stands, putting his fists up, “let’s go then. I learned from a master. I don’t know if you can keep up.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow and stands slowly. He adjusts his briefs and makes a show out of flexing, getting into a skilled stance. He bobs his head, taking a few swift jabs at the air. Jimin tries to copy him, exaggerating the movements into ridiculousness. They jokingly fight each other, and Jungkook ends up on the floor as Jimin straddles him and pretends to punch his chest.

They kiss slow and sweet when Jungkook leaves with promises of him coming back later to sleep. “I’m a clingy boyfriend,” he warns, “there’s no escaping me. I want it all. I’m going to need your cuddles and kisses as much as possible.”

“I think I can make that work,” Jimin looks pleased.

Later that night, Jimin fucks him. It’s slow and passionate, under the covers as they breathe into each other’s mouths. His cock is thick and hits him inside just right. Jungkook gets needy and comes three times from the intensity of it all. The last time, he’s riding Jimin as he sits back against the headboard. He has one hand behind his head and the other on Jungkook’s hip, guiding him.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” his voice is sultry and seductive. The nicknames he uses for him make him feel seen. He may appear tough, but some part of him likes being babied and seen as cute, even though he’d never admit that. Jimin knows it, and he exploits it to make Jungkook tremble all over. He comes undone, exposed and vulnerable for the man beneath him. He’s never felt this way before. His orgasms are sweeter, richer and addicting with Jimin. His heart flutters and his whole body bursts under his gaze.

They come together, and Jimin looks just as caught up in it as him, like he can’t believe this either.

They hold each other close through the night, murmuring about how happy they are into the calm of darkness.

“You have to control yourself in class tomorrow,” Jimin smirks.

“There’s no way I’m going to be able to do that,” Jungkook groans, “Not after I’ve seen how you look in one of those naked. I’m gonna get hard in front of everyone.”

“Oh? Are you dropping my class, then? That’s not very supportive of you,” he teases.

“Hey hey, hold on,” he kisses Jimin’s cheek, “I’m very supportive. I’m going to hire you for private lessons,” he smirks.

Jimin smacks his back, “You’re not paying me for that.”

Jungkook giggles, “I’m kidding. Of course I’m still coming to your class. And I’ll behave,” he promises.

“Oh yeah?” Jimin bites his lip.

“But I’ll be watching you. And when we get home after, I’ll show you just how pretty you looked,” he pecks his lips.

“I look forward to it,” Jimin smiles.

Jungkook feels high, like he’s tumbling through the sky and free falling through the clouds. Everything is soft, but fast and exhilarating all at once. Euphoric. Of course not everything will always be perfect, but finding Jimin feels like the start of something monumental and special. He feels like himself, fully, not having to put on airs. He fell right into this, and he feels like he’ll be falling harder every minute.

He smacks Jimin’s ass and they fall asleep.