Song Recommendation; Heaven - Julia Michaels

"No, no, no - YES! LET'S GO!"

"NO FUCKING WAY-"

"YESSSS! THEY HAVE RISEN - LET'S GO HINATA- YES!"

"DAMMIT!"

Jimin is a squealing mess, jumping around in front of the television while Jungkook plops back on the couch as he watches Aoba Johsai take that defeat against Karasuno High, feeling sour since he was fucking rooting for Oikawa!

He's such a great player, and a senior too!

Meaning he won't play again in this team!

Ugh!

"I told you Karasuno was going to win, Hinata came through!" Jimin sings enthusatically, making Jungkook's scowl deepen, feeling as though a dark cloud just formed above his head with raging lightening just ready to zap him, but that soon was blown away because Jimin ended up snuggling to his side on the couch with face buried to his shoulder.

Okay, so maybe Jungkook's paranoia earlier was definitely for no reason.

And he should've known better too.

Two hours ago, when he got here, Jimin ended up getting dressed in a cute, blue baby chick onesie while bestowing the amount of food on the kitchen island for the two to eat.

He made a large quantity of small dishes, enough to try everything and finish it in satisfaction.

And that's what happened.

True to Yoongi's words, Jimin is a good fucking cook.

They ate in silence but judging by Jimin's smile while Jungkook devoured his food was enough to show him that he was content by Jungkook's reaction alone, even if he didn't say anything. 

Jimin did eventually bubble a conversation once they finished eating, asking how practice was and the rest of his day before and after that. Jungkook was pretty vague but was a gentleman enough to ask the questions back to Jimin.

He had a good day, rough around the intense practice, but overall a good day.

It got a bit awkward from there, since they didn't know what else to say, and Jungkook felt that this may be the turning point where Jimin would start to initiate something with him.

That never happened.

Instead, Jimin suggested for them to watch Haikyuu.

Jungkook never seen the anime before, heard a lot of hype about it though, so he agreed and helped Jimin clean up the dishes before moving to the living room.

Now this is when things took a bit of a turn.

In a good way.

From being tense and unease turned to igniting Jungkook's competitive drive and expressiveness as the anime progressed through. He got so into it that even around Jimin it felt as though they reached the same wavelength.

They would bet on matches, start screaming at the screen from time to time, or cheer when the team they were rooting for won.

It just didn't feel as though they were.... You know...

As if they were hiding themselves.

It felt natural.

A nice bonding moment, a connection starting to ignite type of thing.

As in, that level of comfort.

Somewhere in between was when Jungkook realized Jimin's competitive drive too, that's just as strong as his, so they would get into some heated discussions here and there because of their opinions on certain matches or characters. Two hours later of them going at this, whether it's the aggressiveness of the game or discussions, Jungkook for a moment forgot he was even going to Taehyung's house for the night.

He was enjoying this too much.

Surprisingly.

He never had someone to be like this when it comes to sports or be as passionate as he is.

It feels nice.

Having someone to just connect with.

"Do you want to watch another episode or-"

"Hell yeah - are you kidding!" Jungkook exclaims, making Jimin smile equally as eager, "We just got to the peak and shit - Why didn't I watch this anime sooner!"

"Right! It's so good!"

Jungkook smiles to this, nodding eagerly, wrapped an arm around Jimin's shoulders casually, "I wonder if there's an anime on football. That would be so epic!"

"There has to be, or maybe it's in the making," Jimin assures him, grabbing the remote and switching to the next episode but pausing it before it starts, "By the way, do you have any homework to do today?"

Homework.

Shit..

Jungkook's face falls, the realization slowly hitting him the load of shit he has to do for his major class, the heaviness filling in his chest already, "Dammit. Yeah, I have something due tomorrow."

"Have you started it?"

"Yeah but haven't finished it. I was planning on going to Taehyung's - Wait, what time is it?"

Jimin now reaches for his phone on the coffee table, demonstrating the time to both of them.

11:30.

It's late.

A low huff heaves Jungkook's lips, dropping his head back to the couch with eyes closed, "I should go soon. This thing is going to bite me in the ass if I don't complete it."

Jimin deeply frowns to this, putting his phone down and perking his head to look at his boyfriend, "Well, how about you start your homework right now before you leave?"

"Either way I told Taehyung I was going to sleep over," Jungkook mumbles, removing his arm from around Jimin, "I don't want to get there too late."

The gears seem to be turning in Jimin's head, trying to think of something, now sitting to face Jungkook properly, "Well, what if I walk you there-"

"Absolutely not," Immediately Jungkook retorts, perking his head up with eyes open, "And have you walking back alone? No."

Jimin's frown deepens, exhaling deeply before glancing at the television screen, "Would it be pressing too much if I ask you to sleep over?"

Seeing the sullen look on Jimin's face for a second had Jungkook wanting to send Taehyung a message that they'll just see each other tomorrow. For a second. But it's better if Jungkook doesn't sleep over here so soon.

Besides, he's one to keep his word.

And Taehyung is his best friend.

Even if it was Yoongi, Jungkook always puts his friends before anything else.

Including relationships.

So Jungkook pokes Jimin's nose with his finger, "A little too soon, but we still have a whole semester left," Jungkook says, trying to lighten the mood, but that clearly wasn't helping.

He doesn't have time though, the later it gets the more unsafe these streets become.

Especially around where Taehyung lives.

Moving to his feet, Jungkook stretches his muscles and loosens himself up, "I'll see you tomorrow in class -"

"No goodbye kiss?"

The pit of Jungkook's stomach sinks, slowly trailing his eyes to Jimin to see him with that pout and stubborn look in his eyes.

It made Jungkook's heart nudge for a good second.

Man, why does he have to look that cute with his onesie?

It makes Jungkook just feel bad.

So completing his wishes, he leans down, gently cradling Jimin's cheek and pressing a soft peck against his lips.

A simple peck, you know, just a goodbye peck.

Nothing more than that.

What a mistake that was.

Jungkook knew the effect Jimin's lips had on him, especially after yesterday with that needy feeling that coated over his body by a simple kiss alone.

That realization hit him when he felt that again: The goosebumps, shivers, his soul melting in his body just by the simple contact of their lips touching. It feels as though with every kiss they have the more those bubbling desires grow more and more wild.

Now that deep drug is in Jungkook's body, and it's drawing him in like a trance.

Heavy and deeper.

Whenever and however Jimin wishes to lure him in.

But to his surprise, Jimin pulls away slowly first, still being close enough to him with this drugged stare looking into his gaze.

"I want to kiss you."

Jungkook blinks, eyebrows furrowed to his sudden statement, "What do you think we were just doing?"

"No," Jimin's voice grew huskier, leaning closer with lips teasing over Jungkook's, "I want to really kiss you."

A shiver shoots Jungkook's spine, leaning a bit back to stare into Jimin's eyes, "Are you sure about that? I hope you know I still need to leave."

"I know."

Jungkook glances to Jimin's lips now, biting his own in hesitation, but his better judgement got clouded instead.

His curiosity.

His desire.

Just by the tender way Jimin slides his tongue over his bottom lip slowly.

Oh how quick he got sucked into the temptation, and Jimin knew exactly how to toy with that after his lustful taste of his kiss.

He's playing with fire, he knows he is.

And he hates how much he's enjoying it.

So, Jungkook gave in, but with a warning, "I'm trusting you to have more control than me when it comes for us to stop because I do have self control, but I can't fucking think for myself when we kiss alone, and I can't imagine how I'll get if I kiss you more. If I'm being real honest."

Jimin's eyes twinkled brighter, moving his gaze to Jungkook's bottom lip piecing with a staggering breath, "Trust.... You trust me?" He whispers, quietly to himself, almost not believing Jungkook just said that.

He looks...... Genuinely surprised.

Almost as though this is the first time he has ever been told that.

And maybe it was.

Before Jungkook could respond back, Jimin focuses on him again, now a little more desperate, "Please.... I like kisses."

The small plead was what drew Jungkook over the edge, completely, grabbing Jimin's face with both hands and clamming their lips together.

Now that.... That felt different.

Completely different.

Whatever Jungkook felt before with that simple peck is nothing compared to this.

This....

This right here....

Completely riled him out of his mind.

Everything faded into the background, now he was drowning in Jimin's spell to even bother to reach the surface of some conscious thought.

He didn't want to either.

Because it felt too good.

Jimin inhales through the nose when Jungkook deepens the kiss, moving his lips against his almost hesitantly with a pause.

Quietly asking if this is okay.

Feeding right into it, Jimin hums and tugs Jungkook by the shirt forward. Only one tug, waiting to see his reaction and if he was okay with that.

Jungkook responds with leaning more into him, towering over his body to the point he's hovered over him with Jimin's back to the couch.

It's okay to continue.

Good.

A burning hot steam is caressing the air now the more they kiss. A fire licking their skins the deeper and rougher their lips moved against each other's with every passing second, starving for the contact to crave this complete ecstasy that they're feeling right now.

This was their problem.

They didn't take it slow.

They refused to.

The issue with that is that everything feels bitterly raw and hot. They're feeling everything at once, not easing their way into it but diving into it all the way while being completely drugged to the moment to care.

Almost like a game, where there's a moment that the player gives it their all because of the high of adrenaline.

Where there's nothing they can focus on, only that moment.

That's how they are now, but worse.

They didn't know.

They didn't know they would feel like this, or just by this simple step forward would lead for it to being too much for them to handle. A loss of control. A mismatch in any coherent thoughts.

Just by this simple step, they figured out just how dangerous this new level is alone.

And they couldn't seem to stop.

No, actually, they didn't want to stop.

Jungkook is growing so aroused to the feverish way Jimin is kissing him, as though he's craving him to kiss deeper, to touch more, to completely shred him up in every sexual way possible.

It's a toxin they desire for.

Jungkook was right.

He has absolutely no control when he kisses Jimin.

And he loves it.

He loves having no control.

"You're so responsive," Jungkook drawls lowly, just as he drags his lips down Jimin's neck while his other hands feathers down his chest, ever so gently as though Jimin was fragile glass, "I love it."

Jimin grunts under his breath, craning his head further back, swollen lips parted in heavy breaths, "Babe, we should - Ah, I can't think properly."

"Then don't."

Jungkook pulls back and tears his shirt off, so driven by lust as he looks at Jimin below him staring at him through the chocolate strands of his hair, snarling his lips before gripping Jimin's jaw and messily smothers their lips against each other with his piercing grinding against Jimin's bottom lip.

A breathless whine escapes Jimin lips, desperately, wrapping his legs around Jungkook's waist while his fingers dug against Jungkook's muscles on his back, right over his tattoos.

This fucked Jungkook up, badly.

He was losing so much of his stability in a matter of seconds.

And that alone without including any tongue.

Jimin kept guiding him down by the legs around his torso, practically begging Jungkook to move against him. But the ravenette knew better.

If he did that, their clothes would be coming off in seconds right after.

Not here.

"Let's go to your room."

"I - Hm, yes."

"Good."

Jungkook yanks Jimin with him as he sits up, getting very distracted when Jimin straddles his lap and took that chance to keep the distance close to none as he powers so much dominance into the kiss than before.

A muffled groan hums Jungkook's throat, fingers now digging Jimin's body to keep him close while Jimin kept Jungkook's hips trapped with his own hips.

Oh Jungkook felt drunk.

His mind is swimming, reality feeling numb, and his sexual high has reached it fucking peak.

And grew addicted to it quickly.

Hastily Jungkook's hands found the zipper of Jimin's onesie, sliding it down smoothly before spreading his fingers over his warm skin.

That's already filled with goosebumps.

Jimin shivers to Jungkook's rough fingers, whining against between their lips, and Jungkook only trails his hands lower to his ass and grips it, aggressively yanking him forward.

Instantly Jimin got the hint, sensually moving his hips forward to grind against Jungkook's very erected dick, quietly moaning when one of Jungkook's hand teasingly traces his own dick to feel the pressure building his abdomen, right before going back to grip his hip while spread his legs more - feeling the full force of Jimin's movements on his dick.

They were losing their damn minds by this point.

But Jimin had a stronger anchor than Jungkook.

No matter how deep in these lustful temptations he was swimming in.

"Babe... Wait," Jimin barely strained out when Jungkook's hands gripped his thighs, about to lift him up, "You... You told me to have more control.... You have to leave remember."

"I can just give Taehyung an explanation tomorrow-"

"It's getting late."

"I can sleep over-"

"Baby please," Jimin pulls away, holding Jungkook's face with his hands delicately, staring into his dark eyes, "You.... You said you trusted me enough to have control. I don't want to take advantage."

"But I really want to-"

"I know, me too," Jimin mumbles quietly, "I respect your wishes though. You don't like going fast paced, and I don't want that to change. We'll have our time, but as for now, it's best if we stop."

Jungkook is breathing heavily, clearly in frustration because his hormones are over the fucking place. But Jimin only leans their foreheads together, arms gently wrapping around Jungkook's neck with eyes closed.

"Please.... Ground yourself."

Jungkook can hear the quiet and almost pleading request, noticing the strain so strong in Jimin's voice that Jungkook knows that with a little more push against the resistance Jimin will completely give in to his desire.

This is his remaining resistance.

That he's desperately holding onto, for him.

Slowly Jungkook's mind now grows more and more cleared, all the way until he calms down from his drive.

Jimin actually listened to him and brought him back.

They could've fucked.

Jimin could've let Jungkook lose absolute control, only focusing on his own desires in this and that's it.

But he didn't.

Now Jungkook sees it.

Jimin does put in everything on the table when he's in a relationship - Loyalty, care, genuine interest - when he doesn't have to. In his eyes, this is real, a real relationship, not something that has a ticking timer counting down the days.

No wonder people get obsessed with him.

He's the ideal type, for anyone.

And with the colors, that's a bonus.

It's molding their perfect ideal type.

Jungkook closed his eyes, easing his hand away from Jimin's skin and carefully zips his onesie back on, respectfully clasping his hands to the base of Jimin's spine and leans to the back rest of the couch with a sigh.

They remained like this and in silence for a long moment, letting it sink in for both of them of what just happened. Could've happened.

All the while Jungkook felt like he was going through this awakening.

A new perspective about Jimin ignited his mind. He knew Jimin said that as long as they're together, whatever he does with him is real.

What just happened right now.

That feeling...

Fuck, that feeling.

That was real.

It was so..... Real.

Jimin was real with him.

No, he is real with him.

Maybe, just maybe..... Jungkook can be more real with him too. Not just act things for the sake of looking like a couple, but actually do that because that's his boyfriend.

His partner.

And maybe.... That's how he'll get to his heart eventually.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook whispers, really meaning it, "I got too into it."

"It's okay, happens," Jimin murmurs, calmer now than earlier, "Now we know to.... Be careful now that we know we can easily get... You know-"

"Yeah, I get it," Calmly Jungkook whispers back, leaning back to look at Jimin properly, "If I'm honest, I don't want us to have sex yet. I was afraid we would before I got here, and I wouldn't be able to stop myself."

Jimin flutters his eyes open, sinking in Jungkook's honesty, not really expecting to see Jungkook twitch a small smile as he stares at him, "Thank you.... For snapping me I guess."

A soft and delicate stare bleeds over Jungkook's eyes, trailing his hands from Jungkook's neck and to his cheeks, " I respect your wishes. This is the first time someone ever said they trusted me on something..... It made me really want to uphold onto that. I didn't want to ruin it."

"So.... You have a strange kink for trust huh-"

"No, shut up," Jimin chuckles to Jungkook's teasing stare, moving his focus to fix up Jungkook's hair by brushing it away from his eyes and adjusting to how it was before, "I'm just.... Glad, that's all. Even if it's something as simple as this."

Jungkook studies Jimin's features as he focuses on adjusting his hair. From his swollen lips, flushed complexion and slight sweat glistening his brunette hair, that's still caressing his forehead to feather his pretty eyelashes. His eyes are still sparkling, glossing over the dim lights of the room, but when he flickers his eyes to Jungkook's gaze it seemed as though it ignited along with his smile.

"What?"

Even Jungkook couldn't suppress his smile, "You're very soft. Might make me get attached to this color."

"I honestly thought this whole time you didn't like blue."

"Eh, some aspects I don't," He admits, but pokes Jimin's cheek adoringly, "But you're cute. This is part of you, so that comes in the package."

Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, his smile gleaming over now with arms going back to wrapping around Jungkook's neck, "Well then, you're definitely going to enjoy green."

"Green.... Isn't that the chest pounding jock attitude?"

"You bet."

Jungkook groans, frowning, "Don't tell me you're going to be like those guys who are going to be hollering around the hallways that they have a game and shit?"

"Oh for spirit week you're in for it."

"Lucky me," Jimin snickers to Jungkook's sarcasm, "Alright, I want to talk about something serious with you though?"

Jimin's face immediately shifts, serious now, "Hm?"

Jungkook's face grew grim, "Please stop calling me babe or baby."

Jimin laughs, hard.

He was expecting truly anything but that.

Jungkook's face didn't shift, "I'm being serious! It's so cringy, ew, just call me anything but that!"

Jimin is still laughing, leaning onto Jungkook for a second before comfortably sitting on his lap with glittering eyes to his boyfriend, "Okay, what do you suggest?"

"Enlighten me."

Amusingly Jimin thinks it over for a second, tapping a finger on his chin, "What about.... Daddy?"

"Absolutely not."

"Big dick energy."

"No."

"Papi?"

"Jimin," Even Jungkook couldn't fight back the need to chuckle to Jimin's teasing smile, "Not something cute or... Sexual."

Now a bit more concentrated, Jimin hums as the gears turn in his head, "Love?"

"No."

"Bebe?"

"No."

"Then you come up with something!"

"For you, easy," Jungkook then leans to his face, smirking, "Chameleon."

Jimin's entire face falls, clearly not entertained or amused, "Chameleon? Are you serious?"

"Why not? Chameleon changes colors and so do you and.... They're cute!"

"I cannot believe you're calling me after a reptile right now."

"Well do you have anything better for me?"

Jimin pouts, crossing his arms over his chest, "Wolfie."

"Excuse me."

"What! You got the wild hair going on and is territorial as fuck-"

"Wolfie? That sounds too.... Cute?! Do you have a thing for animals?"

"I don't know, do you have a thing for reptiles?"

"I..... Touché."

Despite the seriousness of this, the two are smiling at each other, finding this a little ridiculous but still doesn't have the heart to ruin the vibe.

Jimin eyes sudden glittered with lips parted, "I got it - Lovely."

Jungkook's face twists, "Lo - what?"

"Lovely," And Jimin's face breaks into a wide cheesy smile, "Oh my God, my Lovely!"

"That..... Well," Jungkook thinks about it for a good second, "Actually it sounds better than wolfie, but it's still too cute and gooey!"

"But it suits you so well!" Jimin squeals, his smile strained, "But you better not call me a damn chameleon."

"Angel then," Jungkook says, immediately thinking of something, grinning, "It sounds better."

Jimin is left in a daze, as though he's thinking about it, "I.... I don't know how to feel about that."

"Angel," Jungkook teases, tugging him forward with his hands still clasped to the base of Jimin's spine, "Aw-"

"Stop."

"You're blushing."

"Can you - Fuck, stop teasing me!" Jimin whines with his shy smile, bowing his head to Jungkook's shoulder.

A chuckle comes out of the ravenette this time, "It's cute, you know you like it."

"Mhm, Lovely."

"I'll even accept that," Jungkook snickers, just as Jimin lifts his head, seeing Jungkook's smile, "My Angel."

Jimin didn't hide his blush this time, only glances to Jungkook's lips with his own tender smile, "My Lovely."

With Jungkook giving him an encouraging nudge forward, Jimin smoothly clasps their lips together with the smiles still on their lips.

It's softer than how it was earlier, clearly trying to restrain themselves from letting go of that control again. It's sensual, delicate yet smooth.

A kiss that felt like could've gone for hours and it would still remain like this.

Sweet.

A kiss that unfortunately didn't last long, and it was because of Jungkook's phone buzzing.

Jungkook held onto Jimin a moment longer, pressing their lips hard together before pulling away. Reaching for his phone on the side of the couch to see who's calling him.

Taehyung.

It's midnight now, shit.

Immediately Jungkook sits up and answers the call, "Hey Tae."

"Hey, you good? Are you still coming over?"

"Yeah yeah sorry, just got distracted," He says, easing Jimin off of him, "I didn't bring my bike so it'll take a while."

"I can pick you up if you want-"

"No!" Jimin startles from Jungkook's sudden exclaim, making Jungkook send him an apologetic glance, "I'll survive. I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay..."

And they hanged up. Quickly Jungkook gets to his feet, grabbing his backpack that's resting against the couch, "I should go, it's getting late."

Jimin seemed a little conflicted for a second, as though he wants to say something, but instead he only nods to himself, "Okay."

"But hey, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Mhm."

Jungkook is by the front door, putting his boots on, "If you want, I can pick you up-"

"Bye Jungkook."

Freezing in place now, Jungkook quickly catches onto the tone of Jimin's voice.

He's upset, clearly.

Great.

A heavy sigh escaped Jungkook's lips, glancing back to see Jimin still on the couch with a dim glow in his eyes.

So unlike how it was earlier.

Jungkook arms drop to his sides, "You can't do this every time I head out in the future. You have the right to hang out with friends, so do I."

"I know."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Nothing," Jimin mutters, getting to his feet, "I'll see you tomorrow."

And Jimin approaches the door, not looking at Jungkook as he opens the door for him - waiting.

Jungkook stares at him for a good second and leans to peck his lips, but Jimin turns his face away before their lips could meet with eyes full of fog to conceal his emotions.

There's a moment where Jungkook only continues to stare, lips twitching to a scowl, "Look, yeah we are in a relationship and all but Taehyung is my best friend. I will make time for him too-"

"I don't want to fight," Jimin says quietly, waving a hand to the door, "Just leave, we'll talk later."

Now Jungkook didn't want to leave while knowing he's leaving Jimin like this.

But clearly Jimin needs his space, and Jungkook is on a ticking clock too.

So he grimaced and adjusted the lace of his backpack on his shoulder, turning around and walking down the hallway without another word.

Neither did Jimin, who only closes the door silently shut behind him.

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A/N:
Well this got intense.....

Alright next chapter will be game time!

Let's goooo!

I PURPLE YOU! <333