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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 4 months

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10 Jikook Fanfictions Part 1

I said I'd make a list before the end of the year and I kept my promise. Now, it's difficult to choose, especially when I have more than 300 bookmarks and unfortunately I also started doing that some year and a half ago. Safe to say, there's probably plenty of good fics I read that are now lost. Anyway, enough with the boring chit chat, here's 10 random jikook fics in no particular order and most likely, several other parts will follow, probably next year 😉

1. Dead in the Water

It's been a couple of years since I read this and honestly, I barely remember much, but what I do know it's that it had an impact on me. Usually fics that have death as a central theme end up resonating with me, but perhaps it's because I've always been attracted to more darker fiction. This one is gritty and there's a lot of pain and I must have cried a lot (those tend to stick in my head)

2. we're holding hands beneath the silver screen

I think this story is taking place in the 90s (you'll see that a lot of the fics I recommend are taking place in the past). I think I ended up reading everything ChimneyCricket wrote, but this one remained a favorite. Coming of age during a summer in Jeju in the 90s. Apart from the theme, it's the writing that made me stick with it.

I'm not the biggest fan of young adult stories. Or better yet, it's not something that I'd go to as a preference. When I do, it's more of an indulgence and thankfully, I found some writers (like this one) who can do a really good job with the genre.

3. Stockwell

Another writer that I've become a big fan of after reading one fic of theirs. And I think it might have been Stockwell that did it for me. I like that it's fanfiction with adult themes for an adult audience. And I also resonate with a lot of the cultural references and themes. I will also admit that this fic leaning into the enemies to lovers trope was a selling point because I'm a sucker for it. I can't help myself.

4. Burn for You

This is a complete self indulgence for me and I embrace it. Just like watching Bridgerton is a guilty pleasure for which I don't actually feel guilty (and the inspo for this fic). This story has everything and I must say the combination of lust, fear of revealing feelings, rumors, proper behavior and hidden romance is a lethal combination!

5. Light of a century

I might have recommended this story before, but it being inspired by Up on Poppy Hill is not just due to the plot, but the writing is able to evoke that studio Ghibli mood. This fic is to be read on a hot weekend afternoon.

6. Map of the Soul

This might be one of the most complex fanfictions I read due to the amount of research needed, but also in the depiction of political contexts and identity politics. Most of all, I like it because as much as relationships are a vital part of the story, there is an entire world surrounding the main characters. Events and other people that have also room to develop and not just remain props that advance the story.

7. Proceed with Caution

I don't know what snatchim did with this fic, but it's the only one I ever reread multiple times and I'll probably do it again in the future. I don't even reread books from my library, let alone fanfics. But Proceed with Caution did it for me. Perhaps it's because of the process of Jungkook inevitably falling for Jimin and even though it's a bad thing considering the context, it's so good. Maybe it's the image of Jimin with a bellybutton ring or maybe because the picture of hot Californian days in the 70s is so vivid, it feels like a nostalgic Paul Thomas Anderson movie.

8. Dishwater World They Said Was Lemonade

The description does not do this story justice because it's so much more than that. It's a canon compliant thriller with really complicated and complex characters and once again, a story meant for adults who understand that it's fiction. Unfortunately, judging by the comment section, a lot of people cannot distinguish betweem real people and characters. For those of you who might be fans of Korean thrillers, this story might be the one for you. It's also one of my favorite jikook fics as well.

9. souvlaki

Need I say more, considering the description? This is a self indulgence as well, but of a different kind. If I happily read tropey fics, I also like the ones that can sound like a uni course. Set during the 1997 FMI crisis in SK, any reader will get familiar with a socioeconomic and political perspective of that time through the eyes of the main characters. If you're only looking for romance, this one is not for you.

10. you wouldn't remember

I think littleflumes might be currently my favorite writer of canon compliant jikook. I think the author really captured their dynamic in its essence and the room left for fiction perfectly fills in the holes left in the last 2 years and up until the present. But what did it for me, not only with this story, but the others in the series as well, is that it's concentrated almost entirely on the two main characters, almost living in a bubble of their own in which their relationship can be explored.

#m thoughts #jikook #jikook fanfic #jikook fanfiction #jikook au #jikook canon compliant #fic rec #bts fanfic

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elsasadraws · 7 months

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☀️🌙 ♥️

There’s also 5 bonus nsfw pages on patreon if you’re interested ♥️

#jikook #jikook au #jikook fanart #kookmin

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twinkminnie · 10 months

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♡ my works ♡

finished one shots

⋅˚₊ if you're ready, come and get it - 6.3K

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin summary: the one where omega porn star jimin gets wrecked by the newcomer, alpha jungkook. tags: service top jk, overstimulation, exhibitionism

⋅˚₊ everytime i see you, i don't wanna behave - 5.8K

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin summary: jeongguk can't stop thinking about it. tags: established relationship, canon compliant, bottom!jm, top!jk

⋅˚₊ we could belong together - 10.2K

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin, park jimin/park jimin summary: twenty-one year old jimin wakes up to find that not only has he traveled six years into the future but he is in a committed relationship — with jeongguk. tags: threesome, self-cest, two jimins, bottom!jm, top!jk, canon divergence

⋅˚₊ worst nightmare, sweetest dream - 3.3K

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin summary: when jungkook, a hunter, wanders too far in the forest, fairy jimin decides he has to have to him. tags and warnings: dead dove do not eat, non-con elements, dub-con, sex pollen, magical realism, bottom!jm, top!jk

⋅˚₊ punish me, daddy! - 13.2K

rated: explicit pairing: kim namjoon/park jimin summary: his daddy has wielded rigid, consistent discipline and unrealistic expectations his entire life. jimin was to be the best, the smartest, the prettiest, the most obedient child. and jimin, more than anything, wants to be good, wants to please him, wants to become the son his daddy has tried so valiantly to shape him into. but jimin is a bad boy. tags and warnings: dead dove do not eat, non-con elements, dub-con, incest, grooming, emotional manipulation, boypussy!jm with breasts, top!nj

⋅˚₊ secrets, secrets 6.3K

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin summary: “i know your secret.” jimin peers from where he’s washing his hands, lured to where the school’s resident asshole, jeon jeongguk, is stepping into the bathroom. he’s not sure if he should feel lucky or frightened that it’s only the two of them alone. or; the one where school bully jeongguk takes advantage of school nerd, jimin. warnings: dead dove do not eat, homophobia, homophobic slurs, non-con, blackmail, painful sex, unhappy ending, humiliation, degradation, top!jk, bottom!jm

⋅˚₊ vicissitude 10.5K

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin summary: popular, pretty girl bully cisfem!jm takes advantage of closeted transfem!jgk. warnings: dead dove do not eat, transphobia, blackmail, non-con, humiliation, bullying, emotional/mental manipulation & abuse, hurt no comfort, unhappy ending, heavy angst, misgendering, threats, penis in vagina sex, +more on ao3

finished chaptered works

⋅˚₊ i can be your china doll (if you'd like to see me fall) - 2 chapters, 30.5K

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin summary: it’s becoming hard to not want to be around jeongguk all the time. jimin wants to soak up all the knowledge jeongguk can offer him, to learn from the best, to be close to him. he hopes he'll have many more chances to show jeongguk that he is willing to do whatever he can to make him proud. warnings: dead dove do not eat, non-con, dub-con, emotional manipulation, coercion, power imbalance, professor!jk, student!jm

ongoing chaptered works

⋅˚₊ if you're too shy (let me know) - 39K, 2/5 chapters completed

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin, kim taehyung/park jimin summary: in order to impress his crush, jimin has to turn to his favorite hyung and well-known bachelor, jeongguk. jimin needs jeongguk to teach him how to have sex. as expected, things get more complicated. tags: boypussy!jm with breasts, endgame jm/jk, friends to lovers

ongoing series

♡ milf jimin series ♡

part one

⋅˚₊ put him on his knees, give him something to believe in 6.8K

rated: explicit pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin summary: the one where jungkook finally gets to eat his best friend's milf of a mother's pussy. warnings: cunnilingus, aged up jm, de-aged jk, 90s au, mommy kink, munch!jk, face-sitting, bp w/ tits!jm

♡ finished twitter threads on ao3 ♡

⋅˚₊ masterlist ⋅˚₊

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daintyzumin · 1 month

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Jungkook: I love Jimin.

Jimin:

Jungkook: ..all three feet of him

Jimin: there it goes

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nathrecsblog · 11 months

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Can you recommend me any jikook fic

friends to lovers au , it would be great if they were one shots .

Fic rec/ jikook

Hi I'm gonna give you my favorite ones, and if you need more recommendations on friends to lovers au tell me , there are a lot in my bookmarks.

fallingforyou (one shot).

Friends? (5 chapters)

Bind My Soul to You (one shot). I love this one so much

on his skin (one shot)

Coffee + Filter (one-shot)

I was always yours ( 21 chapters)

One Little Chance (4 chapters)

When The Heedless Sun Captures The Moon ( 4 chapters)

Sad memory ( 41 chapters)

Hello, stranger (2 chapters)

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jikookao3recs · 3 months

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Under Your Skin by Jimjii

▪︎ uni student JM, single parent JK

▪︎ humor, fluff and falling in love

▪︎ a bit of smut too

▪︎ enemies to lovers

▪︎ W: 34 510

#jikook #jikook fanfic #jikook fic #kookmin #jikook fic rec #kookmin fic rec #kookmin fanfic #jikook au #bts fic

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oceanviewsong · 7 months

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All of Me, I'm Offering

Pretty JK

Soft Jimin

Fluff

Pining

Strangers to Lovers

A tiny Whisper of Angst

Jimin taught himself a long time ago to not want, to not anticipate, to not need.

It was easier that way, to lower his expectations down to nearly nothing, to not expect new friends to stay, for lovers to stick around, or even his family to be consistent with keeping in touch. With his expectations low, he was less likely to be disappointed, less likely to be hurt when eventually the phone calls stopped happening, the texts stopped coming, the dates were ignored or missed or forgotten.

He was used to it now, asking for less, but that didn’t always stop him from wanting more.

He knew he wasn’t the most interesting person to be around. He preferred quiet things, nights in to nights out, books and parks over drinks and bars, the soft sound of music playing from his stereo over the bass of a club dance floor. He didn’t think liking those things was wrong, but he got it, he knew he wasn’t the best company because of his preferences.

He’d been told often enough anyway.

“You’re too quiet.”

“You never want to do anything fun.”

“You should try being spontaneous more often.”

But Jimin liked his routine, liked his silent mornings and his soft afternoons and his still nights.

Until one day his routine was gently interrupted by someone.

It’s a rare night out for Jimin, coerced and coaxed by his best friend, Namjoon, into coming out for a night of coffee and thoughtful conversation. The cafe they're sitting in is open until three am, and it’s almost two when Jeongguk walks in, hand raising in a sheepish greeting when the others in their friend group wave him over. Jimin is not expecting a seventh tonight, no one told him to prepare for this, and he definitely could have used some time to prepare, because…

Jeongguk is beautiful.

That is the first thing he thinks when he sees him, he’s never met him, only heard about him, but none of the stories have done him justice. He is beautiful in a way poets write about, beautiful in a way that songs should be written of. With his wide dark eyes framed by long dark lashes, with his hair curled and framing his face like a portrait, with his pretty smile and his sweet voice.

Because Jeongguk is lovely, his midriff exposed and a long, black ribbon tied around his neck and his silver jewelry winking like little stars that fell just to adorn him.

“I forgot to mention Jeongguk was coming,” Namjoon says softly, “I should have, sorry.”

Jimin can’t find it in himself to respond, staring (and he knows he’s staring) as Jeongguk walks across the room and every single pair of eyes in the little space falls on him. He moves like music, and maybe Jimin should stop with the metaphors, but nothing literal could ever come close to explaining what Jeongguk must be made off. Moonglow and mithril, sunsets and starlight.

“Is this seat taken?” He asks, and it takes Jimin a few seconds to realize that he’s being spoken to, he’s being asked, Jeongguk could have said the same thing to anyone else at their table, but he asked him, Jimin, no one else.

“No.” Jimin whispers, hating how faint his voice sounds, like he’s going to be blown away on gusts of wind and he’ll never be seen again.

Jeongguk smiles, he smiles and the world fades away to nothing but shadows, because Jimin didn’t know true light until that very moment.

Jeongguk sinks down next to him and offers a hand to shake, a large hand, all veined and just as beautiful as the rest of him, “I’m Jeongguk.”

“Jimin,” he replies, because other words beyond that are beyond him.

The night unfolds like this-

Jeongguk listens, he is quiet and he is sweet and he speaks when spoken to yes, but he listens, he really listens, eyes wide and attentive, and Jimin notices right away that he doesn’t ask for more than what is offered, he never demands answers, never implies he needs more. He takes what is given and looks happy just to have that.

Are you like me? Jimin wants to ask it, Have you stopped asking for more because you’re scared too?

The night ends like this-

Everyone outside, breath escaping like ghosts in the cold night air, and Jimin stands by, waiting for Namjoon to say his goodbyes to everyone and suddenly Jeongguk is there, close close close, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched, pretty pretty pretty.

The night air is frigid around them, their breath escapes their lungs and forms into little phantoms that fade into the darkness. Jeongguk looks cold, huddled in on himself and shivering.

Jimin wants to give him his jacket.

Jeongguk doesn’t ask but Jimin thinks that maybe he can give it anyway.

Jimin shrugs out of his coat and holds it out, Jeongguk looks at him with questions and wonder in his eyes.

“It’s cold,” Jimin says by way of explanation.

Overhead the sky is dark and empty, all the stars have fallen and landed in Jeongguk’s eyes.

He holds his jacket out and feels like a fool until those long fingers reach out and take it, shy and slow, eyes blinking big and smile so soft, “Thanks,” Jeongguk whispers.

“Yeah,” Jimin says.

“It was nice getting to meet you.” Jeongguk says, staring down at the cracks in the pavement.

“Yeah,” Jimin says, and then shakes his head because he should say something other than that, “It was nice meeting you too.”

“Will you be here… next week?” Jeongguk asks.

The Jimin at the start of the night would have said no, but the Jimin right here, right now, bathed in starlight that shines from a pretty boy's eyes says, “Yeah, I will be.”

He catches his other friends staring, they know him, know he wouldn't typically agree to going out again so soon, but Jeongguk is smiling and beautiful and his long fingers curl around the edges of Jimin’s jacket and hold it a little closer and though they don’t really know each other, Jimin thinks it might be nice to try, just this once.

Next week it's raining. He wears a different jacket because he let Jeongguk take his the last time and he takes the subway because Namjoon is out of town. The rain doesn’t fall hard, just enough to make the sidewalks shine and the street lights look fuzzy. The neon lights reflect in the water, bright like spilled paint, he wants to dip his fingers in the puddles and bathe the shadows with colors. He wants to reach out and craft stars from the streetlights. Instead he bows his head against the rain and walks, hopes for his night to be colored by Jeongguk instead. He gets to the cafe and sees a figure standing outside, alone, and Jimin hesitates when he realizes who it is.

“Been waiting for you,” Jeongguk says, holding out a jacket, Jimin’s jacket, and he didn’t have to wait outside, it’s cold, even with him wearing his own coat, but he did and it’s weird, Jimin isn’t used to someone giving… someone giving back. He takes the jacket, their fingers brush, and the neon is lighting Jeongguk’s face in soft pink and dark blue and he is pretty pretty pretty.

Jeongguk sits next to him again, whines and complains and urges YG to shift aside until there is space next to Jimin and he doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand why Jeongguk wants to be beside him. He’s quiet and shy and Jeongguk shines bright, Jeongguk is the city at night, he is sweet and lovely and charming, and Jimin is just Jimin.

He says something like that to Namjoon, when the two of them are alone for a brief moment, and Namjoon looks at him and shakes his head and smiles, “Maybe he feels safe next to you, maybe he feels at ease.”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say to that, but he likes the idea, that Jeongguk feels secure at his side, like he’s a lighthouse, a harbor, a landing pad that can offer rest. He hopes Namjoon is right, he hopes he offers Jeongguk comfort.

Jimin doesn’t know how it happens, how they exchange numbers, how Jeongguk texts first and Jimin texts back, how he responds to every message, asks questions, gives and takes and takes and gives and Jimin is dizzy with it, so unused to having things returned, having effort match effort. He’s scared, feels like he’s teetering on the edge of an abyss and eventually he’ll fall and no one will be there to catch him in the end. The fear grows and grows, a monster under the bed reaching up in the small hours of the night, telling him he’s already let too much go, that he’s going to regret giving away so much of himself to this star-filled stranger who someone else might call a friend.

But Jimin is too scared to make that jump, even though everything about Jeongguk says he will reach out to catch him, that he won’t let him fall.

The fear spirals, a galaxy of doubt that spins at dizzy speeds in his head, and the monster now at his throat, clawed hands on his skin, making it hard to breathe, telling him he’s not worth the effort Jeongguk is showing, telling him he’ll get bored, he’ll disappear, that all of this is too good to be true.

So Jimin disappears first.

It’s the coward's way out, he knows that, but it’ll hurt a lot less if he gives up first, years of experience have taught him that. He finds little distractions, creates problems that need fixing, finds ways to not show up to the cafe or respond to texts or answer calls. Jeongguk is patient though, always forgiving, always willing to take what is given, even if it’s not much, but Jimin knows it’s only a matter of time before Jeongguk gives up on him just like everyone else has.

Except… he doesn’t.

After missing three weeks in a row of meet ups, Jimin is sitting at home in his pajamas, working on a project that doesn’t really need his attention, coffee table littered with papers and his laptop and his lower lip chewed raw because he’s so anxious about his own self sabotage he can barely think. He hears his phone ding a couple times, but ignores it in favor of staring at the mess in front of him and thinking about the mess inside of him.

The gentle sound of someone knocking on his front door half an hour later is harder to ignore.

He frowns as he pushes himself up off the couch, can’t begin to guess who it could be out there because what friends he does have are all at their usual hang out and it’s inching towards 8 pm, a little late for people to be going from door to door.

He cracks the door open just enough to see who is outside and is met with wide, luminous eyes, eyes he’s come to be very familiar with despite his better judgment. He immediately panics and almost closes the door, but catches it half a moment later, stammering out a greeting, well aware that he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Jeongguk?" His voice sounds distressingly high in his ears, and he's certain he is blushing, "What are you doing here?"

"Hi," Jeongguk says, as if that’s any sort of response to someone whose sanity is crumbling before their eyes, “I brought dinner.”

Jimin lets his gaze fall to the white plastic bag clutched in one of Jeongguk’s hands, “Umm.”

“It’s okay if you don’t want it,” Jeongguk says in a rush, “I can just eat it or… I mean…” he trails off, gaze stuck in a spot on the still barely open door and cheeks tinted pink, “I can just- I can go, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shown up unannounced, that was dumb of me, I just, I heard from Joon that you’d been working a lot lately and I thought maybe it would be nice if you didn’t have to worry about food because I remember you said you’re bad about feeding yourself when you’re really busy and I didn’t like thinking that you maybe hadn’t eaten and I’m rambling I’m so sorry-“ Jeongguk cuts himself off and turns, and Jimin feels a fresh surge of panic because now that he’s here, he can’t just leave.

“Wait!” Jimin as he throws the door open, wincing as it slams into the wall but leaning forward to grab Jeongguk’s arm before the man can truly disappear, “I’m sorry, you just caught me off guard… you can… you can come in,” the last words are said in a whisper, “You’re right, I haven’t had dinner yet and uh…” he throws a glance back at the cluttered table and the empty apartment, “it would be really nice to take a break… with you.”

He risks a glance up in time to watch Jeongguk’s expression turn from embarrassment to happiness, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Jimin nods firmly, “really.”

So that’s how he finds himself sitting next to Jeongguk, eating chicken and experiencing various levels of confusion because no one has ever done anything like this for him before. Whenever he makes excuses to not show up people take it at face value and… that’s it. He doesn’t show, they don’t offer to do anything, and that’s how things are, how they’ve always been.

Except now.

He thinks Jeongguk might be an exception to every rule Jimin has made for himself over the years.

The night unfolds like this-

Jimin reaches for the same piece of chicken as Jeongguk at the exact same time and it shouldn't be awkward. It shouldn't make him blush and pull his hand back as if burned. It shouldn't make the eye contact afterward so intense.

But it does.

Jimin forces his shoulders to drop, forces himself to smile, forces himself to say, "Sorry," in the most neutral way he can manage considering his heart is a thunderstorm in his chest.

Maybe this is why people don't spend time with him too often. Because aside from being boring, he's awkward too. But Jeongguk just flashes him a bright and blinding smile and chases his hand with his own, tangling their fingers together and giving it a little shake, "Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it."

The words echo around in Jimin's head for far too long, because how is he NOT supposed to worry about it, about how his heart felt battered and how his cheeks are warm and how Jeongguk is the prettiest person he's ever seen. There's a moment that lasts forever but really only lasts as long as it takes Jimin to draw half a breath before Jeongguk is disentangling their hands and waving away his discomfort away like it's a bothersome fly and not a weight that's been dragging Jimin down into a mire of his own creation.

They spend the rest of the evening talking, the show on the television forgotten in favor of little questions, little jokes. Jimin revels in the way Jeongguk watches and listens and takes but also gives pieces of himself away, beautiful pieces, all precious as jewels, little things for Jimin to covet and hold close.

Now Jimin knows his favorite color, his favorite band, his parents names, his birthday. Now Jimin knows that Jeongguk doesn’t like coffee but he does like mint chocolate ice cream. He knows that Jeongguk can sing but is shy, can paint but doesn’t do it often, knows and knows and everything he learns becomes treasure that Jimin wants to hoard because everything about Jeongguk feels precious and worthy.

It's late when Jeongguk leaves, nearly one in the morning, and Jimin might not have gotten any work done after Jeongguk appeared, like an angel from heaven bearing chicken wings instead of feathered ones, but he's so happy he can’t stop smiling, and that work didn't really matter, anyway. Not in the same way that Jeongguk's laughter matters, or his thoughts, his opinions, his delight in all the things that Jimin said or did as the night unraveled around them far more rapidly than Jimin is used to.

He leaves, lingering by the door, and Jimin doesn't want him to go, but he's not sure he has the language to ask for him to stay.

"This was nice," he offers instead of asking, asking feels a lot when Jeongguk has already given so much, "thank you."

"It was nice," Jeongguk nods, and there's something sparkling a little extra bright in his eyes when he asks, "do you know what else is nice?"

Jimin shakes his head, not certain how to reply, not certain that the night could get any nicer, but then Jeongguk swoops down and plants a satin-soft kiss on Jimin's cheeks, his own red red red, and while he's still there, still close, he whispers, "You are… Good night, Jimin hyung. I can't wait to see you again."

Then he's gone, leaving nothing behind but the lingering scent of his detergent and the feeling of his soft lips pressed to Jimin's skin, and Jimin, who reaches up to touch his cheek, eyes wide and lips parted, astounded by the turn of events.

He sinks into bed that night and he swears he can still feel Jeongguks kiss, like little petals pressed to his skin, and that night when he dreams he dreams that he looked into the mirror and saw his cheek shining bright like the touch of Jeongguks lips had left starlight in their wake.

Maybe, he thinks when he rises the next morning, it was all a dream- not just the starlight on his skin, but the whole night, from Jeongguk showing up at his door to their conversation to the goodbye at his door. Except that he walks into the kitchen and sees two glasses in the sink, waiting to be washed, and empty take out containers in the trash, he knows it was real.

It was real.

Jimin spends the rest of the day feeling a little lost and a lot overwhelmed. His phone takes his attention away from his job more often than not because Jeongguk is still there, still giving. He didn’t run away. He sends pictures of little things, the flower stall he walks passed on the way to his own job, a dog he met, his lunch- small, inconsequential things that feel so big because it’s Jeongguk who is sharing them.

Jimin starts to wonder if he isn’t boring after all, that maybe he just stopped thinking the little things mattered, so he stopped paying attention, stopped sharing them, shut himself away and ended up hurting himself more than he should have. But today he decides to try, today he sends Jeongguk a picture of the sunset from the street outside his work, he shares a selfie of himself eating his lunch, a picture of some street art he passes on the way to the metro. Jeongguk has things to say about all of them, their chat full of emojis and exclamation marks and laughter and Jimin falls asleep that night with a smile on his face.

It is still real.

It’s a gradual shift after that, a little tilt to his world that feels more like slipping down a children's slide then it does the axis of his existence flipping like it would have in the past. Jeongguk seeks him out, Jeongguk fills the hollow spaces in between- his lungs and his heart and his scurrying thoughts, and Jimin does his best to meet him there, to give back instead of pull away.

His fear is still there, he’s been left behind so many times that it is hard to disregard all those old wounds, but it is muted, dimmed by starshine and moonglow and Jeongguk’s big, bright, forever smile.

It’s Friday, and Jimin is at the cafe again and Jeongguk is curled up against him, pretty pretty in his oversized shirt that shows off his delicate collarbones and his soft skin. He’s showing Jimin his fingernails, which his niece painted with shimmering pale pink polish and he smells like strawberry lemonade. He wiggles a little in his seat, puppy-like squirming and a little pout on his lips until Jimin is forced to raise his arm and then Jeongguk is falling against his side with a happy sigh, bringing his legs up and tucking himself all small into Jimin.

He looks down and Jeongguk is looking right at him, face so close, eyes so big and shining with delight, “You’re warm,” Jeongguk says, snuggling a little closer, and Jimin smiles easy and pulls him a little nearer and gives and takes and takes and gives and the scales tilt and shift until a perfect balance is found, hung from chains of gold and heat.

He looks up and the others are sneaking surreptitious glances at them and Jimin sees no hint of judgment, no looks of disbelief. It’s like they seem them together it is right, it’s good, even though Jimin still has trouble letting go of his insecurities and he doesn’t understand what Jeongguk sees in him. Even though he is certain that Jeongguk could find someone more interesting, more brilliant and star born than Jimin is.

Jeongguk has kissed him a few more times since that night he’d come over. Little kisses, swift and certain, cupid darts to his jaw, his temple, his shoulder and neck. He’s always giggling and sweet when he does it, leans in, presses close, big hands wrapped around Jimin’s wrist, his waist, pink lips and watermelon gloss and shimmering delight, laughter and curls brushing soft against Jimin’s skin.

The night wanes like the moon, the others drift away to their own homes, Jeongguk and Jimin walk to the metro together, not wanting the night to end. Jeongguk’s hand is near his, Jimin can feel it, the way their knuckles brush against each other. He takes a silent breath, holds it for a heartbeat, and hooks their pinkies together, careful, gentle, loose in case Jeongguk doesn’t want it. He can feel Jeongguk look at him, he glances over, sees the smile, and gives in to the urge to tangle their fingers together completely, just like he wants their lives to be.

Their first real kiss goes like this-

They're standing at an empty station, waiting, still pressed together, no one else there to break the spell, and Jeongguk is standing with his back to a concrete pillar, coat hanging off his shoulder. His chin is tilted down as he smiles and he’s looking up through his lashes and playing with his lip ring and Jimin wants.

He wants to be brave, to continue this game of give and take, to move forward and to be met in the middle. So he leans in, close, close, and Jeongguk leans forward, close, close, and then they are kissing.

They are kissing and it’s just as sweet as Jeongguk, star light and star bright and the first stars they’ll see tonight. It’s roses in May and late August berries and the first snowfall of winter and warm sunlight in fall.

“More,” Jimin whispers when the first kiss stops.

And Jeongguk gives it to him

“More,” Jimin says again after the second.

And Jeongguk does, laughter and joy, giving and taking.

“More,” he pleads.

And Jeongguk listens.

Jimin taught himself a long time ago to not want, to not expect, to not need.

But Jeongguk has taught him that it is okay to do those things, it is okay to lean into the fear and the worry because he was there to catch him every time. Jimin doesn’t think he is broken or boring anymore.

He thinks he is loved.

And he is.

Fin.

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cashmere and chocolate

♡ jikook

♡ explicit

♡ written for @kmsecretsanta

♡ one-shot, 13k

♡ a/b/o, alpha jk, omega jm

♡ fluff and smut, neighbors, sexual tension

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twinkminnie · 10 months

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꒰ kookmin drabble ꒱ 18+

dilf jungkook x neighbor boy jimin - 3.7K

jeongguk doesn’t know how it got to this. he's fucking married. he shouldn’t be doing this.

⚠︎ content warnings: cheating, afab jimin, vaginal sex, blowjobs, spanking, cunnilingus.

MDNI

no matter how wrong it is and how badly he wishes it to stop, jimin seems to be able to play him like a fiddle to get what he wants. jeongguk doesn’t want to be a liar. he doesn’t want to sneak around behind his wife’s back. he doesn’t want to be a cheater.

he’s never been one to take infidelity lightly, but jimin has been able to lure him in and transform him into an unrecognizable version of himself.

he would say he wants to it stop but he doesn’t want to lie.

he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. not with jimin being so jimin.

it started with that coincidental conversation a few weeks ago.

jeongguk was in the driveway, unloading groceries that he’d picked up for his wife who wouldn’t be home until much later due to work.

these days, she began returning up later and later more often than not. jeongguk had come to terms that he would be eating dinner alone during the week. even on the weekends, jeongguk noticed the little ways she avoided his touch and ran to her office the first chance she got.

he should be able to empathize with her claims of heavy stress and not being in the mood. for the most part, he could, but jeongguk found himself bored. nothing was stimulating. not television, golf, gym workouts, or meeting his friends for the occasional lunch.

they had new neighbors move in next door about a month ago, the parks. the older couple only had one son, jimin, a bubbly pink-haired university student who drove an obnoxiously loud and expensive racing car his parents must have gifted him.

until that day, jeongguk had only gained a few glimpses of him, exchanging polite waves or quick good mornings and good evenings.

but this day was different. jimin was passing by, offering jeongguk help to bring in his groceries after seeing his lonesome struggle.

jeongguk had eyed him warily, subtly studying his tight shorts and crop top, dolled up in cute makeup that made his already plump lips appear fuller and glossier. jimin had batted those dark lashes at him, grinning cheekily as he stepped closer.

he had laughed at jeongguk's initial reluctance, pouting with his hands behind his back and puffing out his chest that had jeongguk gulping from the slight bounce of his breasts.

“come on, i can’t be neighborly?”

after a moment, jeongguk relented, nodding. “sure, thanks for the help. i’ll show you in.”

after unloading and putting away the rest of the items, jimin hummed, trailing his fingers along the long hallway that led into the kitchen.

“such a big house for just you and your wife,” he observed, eyes surveying the high ceilings and crown molding, “must get lonely.”

jeongguk grunted in agreement. “i guess you could say that. she works more than me.”

his sneakers squeaked on the tiles as he turned in jeongguk’s direction. he was leaning on the counter, watching jimin subtly move closer and closer until he pressed himself to jeongguk’s side, all rosy cheeks and lithe legs. this close, a black script tattoo peeked from under his crop top.

those brown, bambi eyes had caught jeongguk’s attention, though. he found himself swallowing thickly as jimin’s fingers ran up his arm, tracing along his toned biceps bulging from his short sleeve t-shirt. jimin gave him a close-lipped, teasing smile as he inched closer.

he didn’t know what jimin was trying to do. he knew jeongguk was married, so why did it feel like he was trying to make a move on him?

“you know what they say about loneliness.” jimin breathed, his dark lashes fluttering.

he smelt like a delicious blend of pastries and peaches along with traces of his coconut shampoo wafting from his pink hair. jeongguk found himself subconsciously leaning forward, inhaling more of the concoction of sweets.

his eyes twitched, actively fighting the overwhelming urge to reach out and run his hand over the creamy, smooth skin of jimin’s cheek. he wanted to caress the deep cupid bow of his top lip.

he had to quickly divert his attention in an effort to rid his brain of the indecent train of thought.

“uh n-no, what do they say?” jeongguk answered, crossing his arms over his chest to contain himself.

placing one palm over jeongguk’s chest, jimin leaned forward until their lips were only a breath away from touching. jeongguk could feel his cock fattening in his sweatpants alarmingly fast.

he smiled, an adorable crooked tooth digging softly into the plump flesh of his bottom lip. “it makes you horny.”

that snapped jeongguk out of his aroma-induced trance, “what are you on about - “

jimin’s lips were on his before he could finish. a soft, gentle peck, wet with his cherry-flavored lip gloss. subconsciously, his tongue swept over his lips to taste the leftover, sticky gloss. he had closed his eyes without thinking.

giggling when he pulled back, jimin’s hand traveled to the rising tent in jeongguk’s pants, rubbing over his erection through the material.

he jumped, startled at the forward move, and pushed his hands away.

“i-i’m married, jimin. stop it.”

his soft, taut stomach brushed against his forearm.

he sighed and frowned, “jeez, don’t you wanna have a little fun?”

jimin had slowly cornered him against the counter, grinding their crotches together as his thin arms hooked around jeongguk’s neck. clearly, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

jeongguk turned his head away, deliberately trying to ignore his growing arousal. his arms hung uselessly at his sides as jimin pressed closer, making the sweetest noise in the back of his throat as he continued to grind in small motions.

he couldn’t deny jimin was beautiful, with his doll-like features and fat, round ass that already had jeongguk weak and salivating. still, he knew this was wrong. he squeezed his eyes shut, urging his common sense to take control of his body and shove jimin away.

“no one has to know,” jimin whispered against his neck, hovering with teasing breaths, and lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks, “it can be our little secret.”

jeongguk’s mouth is frozen. maybe the best response is no response.

“come on, daddy, i know you want to fuck me. the evidence is pressed right up against me,” jimin nibbled his jawline as he brought jeongguk’s hands to rest over the mounds of his ass cheeks. arousal boils under his skin at the sound of jimin’s honey voice calling him fucking daddy. his hands twitched where they laid on jimin’s ass. the soft fat spilled from the denim shorts, perky and creamy smooth.

jimin licked the shell of his ear, adding, “i might even let you rough me up a little.”

fuck it. it’ll only be one time.

“fucking brat.” jeongguk hissed, turning his head to the side to meet his gaze.

he roughly cupped jimin’s ass in his hands, loving how they filled his large palms perfectly. rocking back into the touch, jimin mewled at the rough nails digging into the meat of his ass.

“you love it.” jimin breathed, surging forward on his tippy toes to slot their open mouths together in a filthy kiss.

jeongguk brought jimin closer, cock teasing the outline of his cunt through his shorts. the kiss ignited a feeling jeongguk hadn’t felt in a long time. years, even. he felt wanted.

sucking jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth, his hands traveled to the waistband of jimin’s shorts before shoving his hands underneath to fondle his bare ass. jimin responded with a beautiful moan.

the next second, jimin was dropping to his knees, nuzzling his erection through his pants and staring up at him with lust-blown eyes.

his hands found their way into jimin’s pink hair as he tugged jeongguk's cock free from its confines.

jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of the thick length, flushed red and leaking at the tip. jimin gripped him by the base, easing his mouth around the head to give it a gentle suck.

plush pink lips widened around his girth, a sweet moan vibrating from jimin’s throat. messily, jimin popped off his length before saying, “does your wife not realize how lucky she is to have a husband with a cock like this?”

jeongguk’s heart skipped in his chest at the mention of his wife.

“let’s not talk about her while we’re doing this.”

jimin gave him a smug grin before moving along jeongguk’s length, smothering the entirety of it with lewd open-mouth kisses, the sensation of his velvety tongue and copious amounts of spit had fire spreading in jeongguk’s gut.

it had been too long since he had a blowjob.

“why?” jimin kitten licked the head of his cock. “all i know is that if you were my husband, i’d wake you up with a blowjob every morning.”

jeongguk huffed through his nose, tugging jimin’s head back. he didn’t want to think about how lovely that idea sounded.

“stop talking already," he ordered instead, "it’s not gonna suck itself.”

jimin laughed but got to work, swallowing his length down in one go, bobbing his head as his eyes brimmed with jeweled tears. grunting, jeongguk’s thumb caressed the boy’s flushed cheek. he admired jimin’s skilled mouth slobbering over his cock. he didn't care how messy it was. jeongguk had never seen someone so cute look so obscene.

“you like having daddy’s cock down your throat?”

jimin moaned loudly around jeongguk in response, his tongue flicking devilishly into his slit and sweeping over his frenulum.

when he noticed one of jimin’s small hands disappearing into his little shorts to rub his pussy and make the sweetest mewl, jeongguk broke. he pulled jimin off, tugging him impatiently by the hand toward his bedroom. jimin followed along, giggling at his urgency.

when they got past the door, jeongguk threw jimin on the bed unkindly, undressing completely before joining him on the mattress. jimin gave him a stare that had adrenaline charging through him.

“gonna fuck me on the same bed you fuck your wife?” jimin whispered as jeongguk climbed on top of him, their foreheads nearly touching.

he roughly discarded jimin’s crop top, fondling his exposed, perky breasts as began to devour jimin’s neck with a trail of hickeys.

“when are you going to be a good boy and shut your mouth?” he muttered in between sucks.

his mouth traveled to jimin’s breast, locking eyes as he wrapped his lips around one of his sensitive, brown nipples. jimin gasped cutely, hands fisting the sheets next to his head.

“as — as soon as you give me a reason to.”

jeongguk bit his nipple for that, two fingers tweaking and pulling the other nub not encased by his blazing hot mouth.

jimin rutted forward, grinding his pussy on jeongguk’s thigh slotted between his legs. eyes fluttering at the delicious pressure against his clit and pleasing sensation of teeth dragging along his nipple.

“so desperate, huh?” jeongguk murmured, leveling his face with jimin’s equally flustered one, pressing his thigh harder against jimin’s cunt. “riding my thigh like a whore.”

“just want you to fuck me, daddy,” jimin breathed, sensually flicking his tongue over his reddened bottom lip.

one of jeongguk’s calloused hands skimmed along the smooth plane of jimin’s stomach before dipping beneath his shorts to cup his warm, soaking-wet vulva. jeongguk raises his brow at jimin when he feels complete, bare skin.

“hm, no panties?” jeongguk murmured, leaning down to nip at jimin’s earlobe. “little brat wants to get fucked that bad?”

jimin nodded furiously, a cute furrow creasing between his manicured brows.

jeongguk leaned back on his haunches, forcing jimin’s hips off of the bed as he ripped the teeny pair of shorts off.

he parted jimin’s thighs to expose his pussy, marveling at the peachy pink color of its chubby lips that hid his folds. fuck, he’s never wanted to be inside someone so badly. jimin is the epitome of beauty, young and fun, basically everything the opposite of jeongguk, and he’s asking jeongguk to defile him?

“why me?” he couldn't help but ask.

“older guys like you know how to fuck. i’m tired of the ones my age who can’t make me come,” jimin explained, as if it were the most obvious answer, before adding, “plus, you’re exactly my type. married and sexy.”

with a flirtatious wink, jimin spreads his thighs more, using two fingers to spread his pussy and display the creamy slick gathered at his entrance. jeongguk’s mouth watered at the vision, his body moving on autopilot to position himself between jimin’s legs.

“fucking whore,” he grinned fondly.

jimin squeaked when jeongguk ducked down, lavishing his slit with tender kisses. the contact made his hips jerk and tummy tighten.

“oh,” jimin breathed, hands carding through jeongguk’s hair, watching him flick his tongue along and between his silky folds, using his own two fingers to keep his pussy split open.

jeongguk lapped at his cunt with vulgar movements, humming into his pussy as he tasted the heady sweetness of jimin’s slick.

jeongguk circled his pointed tongue around jimin’s clit, massaging the sensitive bud with increasing pressure. jimin bit his lip harder as his eyes fluttered with the indescribable pleasure of jeongguk’s skilled tongue.

“fu-fuck, eating my pussy so - so good,” jimin slurred.

jeongguk groaned, sucking around jimin’s clit until he saw the boy’s eyes roll back in his head and felt his hips twitch.

“daddy, fuck! there!” jimin’s fingers tightened in his hair as his hips rolled forward against jeongguk’s tongue that’s bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

suddenly, jeongguk lifted his mouth off jimin’s pussy, hastily moving to his mouth for a chaste, dirty kiss.

“no,” jimin whined, pulling away, “why’d you stop?”

“quiet,” jeongguk scolded, two fingers thrusting inside jimin’s cunt with no warning.

arching from the bed, jimin grabbed jeongguk’s shoulders to hold on to as jeongguk’s fingers curled inside him every swift motion inside. jimin found himself entranced by the way jeongguk’s thick fingers fucked inside his cunt, rubbing against his sweet spot with mind-blowing pressure. his tummy coiled tightly with his impending orgasm, pussy squelching with the never ending flow of his wetness.

being with a married man was doing wonders for jimin’s ego.

“look at me,” jeongguk ordered, his thumb returning to massage jimin’s clit, adding to the euphoric feeling that had jimin’s toes curling.

as jimin locked eyes with jeongguk’s darker ones, his mouth opened with a continuous flow of breathy whines.

“you hear your messy little pussy? so fucking wet for me,” jeongguk leaned forward to suck jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth.

after a moment, jeongguk scanned jimin’s face, reading every rapid change of his expression to make him cum.

“just for you -- just this wet for you,” jimin mewled, hips bucking erratically as jeongguk continues to thrust his fingers expertly against his sweet spot.

although jeongguk’s fingers slow their pace, his thumb doesn’t stop its tortuous movements over his clit. instead, his fingers curled against his sweet spot, massaging it with such ferocity that jimin’s orgasm hit him like a speeding train, wracking through his body all at once as he squirted, clenching around his slender fingers violently.

jimin was dizzy and breathless by the time he came down from his orgasm. fingers slipped out delicately as jeongguk trailed tender kisses along his neck.

“did that feel good, baby?”

instead of answering, jimin flipped jeongguk on his back before climbing on top of him, ass resting just above the tip.

“can’t wait any longer. need you inside me,” jimin lifted himself up, positioning his hard cock at his entrance before sinking down on his length.

little hands gripped jeongguk’s chest, reveling in the feeling of the large cock sheathing itself inside his slick, soppy cunt, inch by inch.

jeongguk growled, hands gripping the doughy mounds of his asscheeks as jimin squeezed around him and his brown eyes glazed over with bliss.

the satin walls of jimin’s pussy tightening spastically had jeongguk thrusting upward subconsciously until his hips were flush against jimin’s ass.

“love daddy’s cock, fuck, it’s so big - feels so good,” jimin gasped, throwing his head back as he desperately began to bounce on jeongguk’s length. small, round breasts jiggling with his efforts, nipples peaked from his arousal. jeongguk wanted to pinch himself to check if this was real life.

“god, your pussy’s so tight, jimin-ah,” jeongguk’s hands latched on his fleshy hips, guiding their movements to a hurried pace. rolling his hips up every time jimin came back down, jeongguk repeatedly shoved up, sweat breaking out on his forehead. the feeling of jimin’s cunt was sending him into a lustful frenzy.

“you take it so well you must be a whore,” jeongguk spat, staring where their bodies joined, watching his cock disappear over and over past his soft entrance, engorged pussy lips expanding around the wide girth.

jimin’s hand reached down to rub at his clit, heavy lidded eyes gazing down at jeongguk as short, choked breaths fell from his heart shaped lips, swollen from their kisses.

“can’t ‘elp it,” jimin whined, circling his clit faster as jeongguk’s pace quickened until all jeongguk could hear were his overwhelmed, gasping moans and the vulgar sound of his hips meeting the skin of his ass.

jimin squealed in surprise when jeongguk suddenly slipped out of him and flipped him on his stomach. as jimin’s face landed in the sheets, hands grasped his hips, pulling him up by the waist and cock pushing inside his pussy all at once.

from there, jeongguk set an extraordinary pace, every brutal slap of his hips, his cock reaching deeper. his pussy had grown wetter, his creamy slick drenching the older's cock with a filthy sheen.

jimin mewled happily at the bruising momentum, drool dripping from his lips as jeongguk pounded his pussy mercilessly. his clit throbbed between his legs, only receiving partial contact from jeongguk’s balls smacking against his cunt from his thrusts.

“is my pussy better - better than your wife’s?” jimin taunted as he peered behind him. jeongguk peered back with slanted eyes and a mean frown, the muscles of his chest coated with a thin sheen of sweat.

a stinging grip in jimin’s candy pink hair turned to a yank as jeongguk pulled his head back, forcing the younger to bare his neck and curve his back; fucking with teasing grinds as his cock forged deeper inside jimin’s pussy with the new angle, his lips found his ear.

“your pussy is heaven, baby,” jeongguk whispered before releasing his hold on his hair. he reared back, smacking jimin’s ass in quick succession, admiring how the milky skin turned a bright, glowing pink.

“yes, spank me!” jimin screamed, “just like that, please!”

jeongguk gave each cheek the same treatment, twice over, relishing in each pleased squeal from the boy below him. what a kinky little brat.

“is my dick the best you’ve ever had?”

jeongguk’s palm forced jimin’s cheek against the mattress as he continued his insatiable pounding.

“yes! best dick i’ve ever - ever had! need more,” jimin slurred as his cock hit his sweet spot on every slide inside. “touch me, touch me, touch me, please.”

“touch where?”

“my - ah - my clit, daddy,”

jeongguk smirked at jimin’s begging, flipping jimin on his back before sliding inside once more, cupping his face as he leisurely rolled his hips forward.

jimin’s teary eyes looked up at him, lip trembling. “so close, please -- fuck me harder. wanna feel you for days.”

jeongguk placed two fingers at jimin’s lips, silenting asking for his mouth to open. jimin parted his lips and sucked the fingers in his mouth.

“get ‘em nice and wet for me,” jeongguk whispered huskily, eyes glued to the filthy movement of jimin’s tongue drenching the digits in saliva.

after a moment, he relented, returning to jimin’s hardened clit to circle the tiny nub with his two fingers, newly slick with spit. with the effortless friction massaging his clit mingling with the cock ruining his pussy with his mind-blowing pace, jimin felt like he was going to lose his mind.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he panted, eyes rolling in his head. jimin could feel the heat coiling in his gut about to snap, the taut muscles of his abdomen clenching sporadically with the overpowering stimulation. his body was being jerked by the powerful thrusts, back gliding up the sheets with the punishing force.

using one hand to wrap around jimin’s neck and the other still relentlessly working over jimin’s clit, jeongguk abruptly thrust against his sweet spot.

that’s all it took for jimin to cum, shaking and twitching as his pussy gushes, spraying slick around jeongguk’s cock still lodged inside him, gasping and babbling curses as another orgasm rips through him.

“that’s it baby,” jeongguk soothed, massaging his clit in tighter circles. whispers fell from his lips, oversensitive as he floated back down from his orgasm; cheeks burning from the realization he came twice but jeongguk hadn’t once.

“wan’ daddy to cum, please, cum inside my pussy - need to feel it,” jimin pleaded, batting his lashes at the older man.

his hips moved on their own, chasing his orgasm while wrapping his larger hands around jimin’s throat for leverage. although jimin’s eyes widen in surprise at his firm grip, jimin quickly succumbed to his erratic strokes as he fucked inside. gritting his teeth, jeongguk felt his own orgasm hit, jimin clenching down with wicked force.

his thighs trembled as he painted the inside of his tight pussy, shooting endless waves of cum within jimin's velvety walls. afterward, he collapsed, releasing his hold on the younger’s neck and kissing him senselessly.

“we really made a mess, huh?” jeongguk observed as took in the tousled and stained sheets under them.

jimin laughed, tucking jeongguk’s hair behind his ear, “the first of many.”

he could admit that he liked the sound of that, even if it made him a horrible husband.

when it became a routine for them, fucking whenever his wife was out or working, on any surface available, for the first time in years, jeongguk felt excited again. he felt young again.

what his wife didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her.

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