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gimmethatagustd · 5 months

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don't go insane | pjm + jjk

Jungkook's friends warned him not to go looking for Thirteen, Seoul's most prolific "pleasure dealer."

↳ pairing: incubus!jimin x human!jungkook

↳ wc/date: 3.9k | November 2023

↳ warnings: idk if this is dead dove or just shitty but maybe don't read this if you're sensitive to problematic characters, alcohol, strip club, jimin is sort of a drug dealer, humans who have sex with incubi can become addicted, codependency, dry humping, shower masturbation, unprotected anal sex, anal sex without prep, painful sex (but consensual aside from the whole addiction thing???), blood, pain kink, degradation, humiliation, jungkook has issues i'm ngl, jimin also has issues sdhkfjs

↳ notes: this was written for @irishhorse-blog for the halloween drabbles (ik i'm late but halloween is a lifestyle, not a season) who was interested in jikook! this probs went in a totally different direction than you'd ever imagine 💀 idk what i was thinking while writing this, as usual. pls don't @ me jhsdkfjs bye🦇 unfortunately, i couldn't figure out who the original person was who made the jimin edit so shout out to them, whoever they are

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↳ what was jai listening to? don't go insane - dpr ian

The bouncer looks over Jungkook’s ID for too long. He shines his mini flashlight at the plastic and watches how the shimmery symbols reflect in the light as if to say, I’m real, please believe me, and Jungkook watches with clammy palms splayed against the sides of his thighs. The denim of his jeans soaks up the moisture as he subtly rubs his hands along the seams like it matters if he’s sweaty. No one will be shaking hands with him tonight, and if everything goes according to plan, he’ll be sweaty for another reason.

That is, if he actually makes it inside the club before it closes.

His ID is real, but Jungkook has an “angel-baby face,” as Hoseok calls it. It doesn’t matter that he has hole-punched his face to slip silver rings wherever he can. According to his roommate, round cheeks and eyes pulled straight from a Disney movie are enough to slam Jungkook face-first into the land of perpetual childhood.

“Alright,” the bouncer reluctantly shoves Jungkook’s ID back into his hands and motions toward the door with his flashlight.

Jungkook hears one of the clubbers behind him groan, “Fucking finally,” but he’s too giddy to pay them any mind. He tries to keep calm as he slips through the doors, focusing on walking purposefully rather than skipping with anticipation.

He’s getting way too ahead of himself. A plan is in place, and Jungkook is determined to follow it. Straying from the plan, well, he doesn’t want to think about what that might mean for him.

For a strip club, Ego is far less seedy than Jungkook anticipated. The club is dark enough to give patrons a false sense of anonymity necessary for men to comfortably sit back in black satin chairs and let their tongues hang out of their mouths as male dancers gyrate in front of their faces. There are patrons of other genders, as well, but Jungkook thinks the men are the most afraid. They take their pleasure in the dark because it’s safe. Only the occasional strobe light of pink and gold casting a sugary glow across everyone’s faces breaks the facade, and even then, the effects are minute.

Jungkook thinks he has gathered this much about the club and its patrons by the time he eases into a barstool and sips on his overly-priced cosmopolitan. It’s the only fancy alcoholic beverage he knows of that isn’t dark liquor.

If this were a regular night out with Hoseok and his other friends, Jungkook would be throwing back tequila shots or sipping on a vodka cran. Rather than wear a nice black buttoned shirt and slacks, Jungkook would be sporting baggy cargo pants and an oversized t-shirt.

The thought that this isn’t just one of his regular Saturday nights reminds Jungkook that he should be nervous. And, fuck, he is. The back of his neck is hot, and a sweaty imprint is left behind when he lifts his hand from the black marble bar counter. It fades eventually, but it’s there.

He tells himself as he flags down the bartender that after one more drink, he’ll be ready. He can’t get too drunk; he needs his wits about him.

In the end, Jungkook is lucky that he’s only on his second drink, or else he wouldn’t have noticed the very thing he came to the bar to find.

Behind the bartender’s ear, half obscured by his mint green hair, is a small tattoo of an inverted pentagram with a dagger running through the middle. Jungkook’s heart kicks up in his chest, practically launching him over the counter. Three words are all he needs to speak. Three words. Three words. Three words.

“Um,” Jungkook begins, hearing the insecurity bleeding through his tone.

Shit.

“Would you like another drink, sir?” the bartender asks with a raised eyebrow and an airiness to his voice that catches Jungkook off guard.

Three words, three words, three words, it’s only three words.

Swallowing thickly, Jungkook straightens his posture and looks the incubus dead in the eyes as he says, “I summon Thirteen.”

Jungkook doesn’t know why he does it. There are so many reasons why he shouldn’t. Hoseok laid them all out for him before Jungkook ran off to Ego with his phone on Do Not Disturb and his heart in his throat.

For starters, it’s illegal.

Jungkook gets nervous about simply returning his past-due library books. How would he survive jail? Or even if he doesn’t go to jail, he’ll at least get a hefty fine thrown at him and a mark on his record. That’s enough to make him want to start crying just thinking about it.

Then there are the dangers, which explains why this is so illegal.

Jungkook doesn’t believe in it– he thinks it’s all discriminatory rumors and exaggerations. Incubus or not, they’re just a person. How could sex with a person be dangerous? Sure, there’s the supposed high, but Jungkook just can’t see how it’s possible to become addicted to a person.

Take the vampire blood epidemic currently sweeping the nation. Jungkook understands that. Humans ingesting vampire blood for the hallucinatory high that comes with it, that type of addiction makes sense; it’s consumable, tangible.

To be addicted to a person sounds fake.

For a brief moment, as the mint-haired bartender leads Jungkook through a series of backdoors marked “EMPLOYEES ONLY,” Jungkook thinks perhaps Thirteen is fake, too. Maybe this mint-haired bartender is going to kill him for being fool enough to believe in Thirteen.

All the horror stories Hoseok fed him earlier come bubbling up his throat like acid, images of people with sunken faces and cracked lips hovering around clubs, not unlike Ego, fingers shaking for a fix they can’t get anywhere else.

It’s illegal for incubi to feed off of humans. Incubi can only feed from other immortals; humans’ souls are far too fragile. Jungkook is a human, but he’d never consider himself fragile. He has grit despite how his hands shake.

“What’s your name, kid?”

The bartender’s question jerks Jungkook out of his spiraling thoughts. It takes Jungkook a deep inhale before he finds the ability to speak, and by that point, the two men have stopped in front of a plain black door with the number 13 embossed in gold in Jungkook’s sightline.

“J-Jungkook,” he answers, belatedly realizing he should have given a fake name.

With a curt nod, the bartender turns to the black door and knocks on it three times in quick succession.

From the other side of the door comes a low voice speaking a language Jungkook doesn’t understand. The lock clicks and the sound makes Jungkook realize he can’t hear the loud music from the front of the club. Just how far back is he?

“Come on,” the bartender orders gruffly.

Stumbling forward, Jungkook tries to recover, but his confidence wavers once he peers through the cigar smoke weighing heavily in the air.

It’s a private lounge, perhaps one of those VIP rooms where more than just a routine lapdance occurs behind closed doors. Jungkook wouldn’t know; he doesn’t have the money for that type of thing.

Through the smoke, a man reclines on a red velvet couch with one arm draped over the back and his muscular thighs spread open. Dressed in a slate grey suit with a tastefully patterned tie snug at the base of a throat covered in thorny tattoos, he looks nothing like Jungkook had pictured.

Pleasure dealers are said to be dirty and seductive villains who lurk in the shadows and lure you in with a promise of a good time. Thirteen is sophisticated and intimidating, with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His eyes, black and ringed an ethereal blue, pierce into Jungkook. Something about him is suffocating, with one look capable of stealing the air out of Jungkook’s lungs like a violent intrusion.

The hand not gripping the back of the couch rests on his left thigh, palm facing upward. At the subtle flick of Thirteen’s middle finger, the bartender shoves Jungkook roughly into the room. The room, he hadn’t noticed, his entire body drawn toward Thirteen.

“Sir,” the bartender bows at the waist. “Jungkook has summoned you.”

Thirteen’s thick lips curl into a smirk that sends a rush of trepidation through Jungkook’s bones. Stony, yet with the slightest glint of amusement, Thirteen’s eyes shift from the bartender to Jungkook.

“Is that so?”

Jungkook’s next swallow is slimy, like a slug inching down his throat. It reminds him of the time Hoseok hexed him with a case of vomiting slugs after seeing the spell in a movie.

Unable to speak, Jungkook simply nods.

Thirteen leans forward to rest his forearms on his thighs with his hands loosely clasped between his spread knees. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Jungkook-ssi?”

Thirteen hisses Jungkook’s name, and Jungkook feels as though he’s being squeezed, Thirteen somehow wrapping around his body like a serpent despite sitting across the room. Warmth spreads across Jungkook’s cheeks and down the back of his neck. The room is stifling, but Thirteen’s gaze makes his chest feel cold.

“Pleasure,” Jungkook finds his voice enough to whisper the word right back. “I seek pleasure.”

Thirteen has a piercing just below his plush bottom lip, a tiny silver ball that matches the location of the little chocolate mole beneath Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook wonders what the silver ball would feel like if he licked it. He’s horrified by the thought.

“Did you not come to beg me for pleasure, Jungkook?” Thirteen’s breath is hot against Jungkook’s neck.

If Jungkook turns his head to the side, he can line his lips with Thirteen’s, make them overlap, and pry them open with the tip of his tongue. The thought assaults his mind.

Thirteen digs his fingers into Jungkook’s hair and yanks his head back to force their eyes to meet.

“Stop fighting me and fucking beg for it,” Thirteen growls.

“Please,” Jungkook whispers. He squeezes Thirteen’s shoulders, straight and thick with muscle Jungkook wouldn’t expect from such a polished appearance. Even the thickness of Thirteen’s thighs beneath Jungkook is surprising.

Sitting in Thirteen’s lap, Jungkook feels small.

“Are you sure you want this, human?” Thirteen spits the question, “Because it doesn’t sound like it.”

Thirteen is cruel. His lips curl into a smirk that’s just as attractive as it is mean. His grip on Jungkook’s waist is bruising and nearly painful, but Jungkook likes it. Usually, he doesn’t. Usually, Jungkook wants to be taken care of gently. He likes soft love, soft touches, soft fucking. Whatever this strange desire to be ruined is, it’s not normal. He yearns for it. His body aches as his mind reels.

Own me, take me, ruin me.

A sick mantra clouds Jungkook’s brain. He tries to blink it away, but the more he struggles against this strange pull, the foggier his head becomes.

“I-I want it,” Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut as a sudden wave of pleasure strikes him in the gut. It’s hot and wet, like lava rolling under his skin, from his chest down between his legs, where his cock is painfully hard in his slacks.

“Want what?” Thirteen mocks Jungkook’s inability to speak.

Jungkook can’t stop himself. He ruts against Thirteen’s body, rocking into him to get as much friction as possible. It shouldn’t be so hot, shouldn’t be hurling Jungkook toward an orgasm so quickly, but he feels like his entire body is pulsing.

“Y-Your cock.”

“No.”

Never in his life has Jungkook ever wailed, but he does now. He sobs with his entire body, back concaving and face buried into the crook of Thirteen’s neck when he cums.

It shouldn’t have been so easy. Aside from pulling Jungkook’s hair and letting him sit in his lap, Thirteen never even touched Jungkook. Yet he came, the force of his orgasm making him tremble like an addict going through withdrawal.

“Good things come to those who wait, little Jungkookie,” Thirteen murmurs in his ear.

A sharp contrast to his earlier behavior, Thirteen runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, smoothing out the strands he’d disturbed when he tugged on them so harshly. The action is confusing, though Jungkook’s brain is mush inside his head.

Jungkook tilts his head back to look Thirteen in the eyes. His eyes cross and waver, unable to focus on Thirteen’s face despite being right in front of him. Sleep, or something like it, tugs at Jungkook’s eyelids. His eyes flutter rapidly as the room spins.

“You taste exquisite,” Thirteen sounds pleased when he speaks. Jungkook doesn’t understand.

“I-”

Jungkook is falling. His eyes are closed, and his fingers stretch into the empty air, searching, no longer holding onto Thirteen’s muscular body. The darkness that sucks him up is cold, like the feeling in his chest when Thirteen looked at him for the first time. It seeps into his bones until Jungkook’s entire body trembles.

Jungkook is falling, and there is no one down below to catch him.

Jungkook wakes up in his bedroom to the sound of Hoseok singing. His heart beats painfully in his chest. The rhythm is irregular, skipping a few beats or pumping so slowly that Jungkook panics, wondering if it may stop altogether. By now, the sensation shouldn’t be alarming; he’s been having these nightmares for weeks.

Every morning, he wakes like the living dead, sitting up abruptly with his fingers clawing at his chest and his mouth hanging open as he gasps for air that somehow chokes him when it goes down.

Falling, always falling.

It takes many minutes before Jungkook is calm enough to get out of bed. His knees are weak as he slowly creeps around his bedroom, searching for clothes that aren’t soaked with sweat. Laundry piles up wherever it can; Jungkook can’t remember the last time he cleaned anything in his apartment. He sifts through the piles as he flips through the catalog of dreams in his head.

Hoseok keeps telling him to go to the doctor. Insomnia isn’t anything to be ashamed of, his roommate insists. Plenty of people suffer from nightmares – or worse.

Jungkook knows all this.

The thing is, the cause of Jungkook’s insomnia isn’t the mystery Hoseok thinks it is.

Dark eyes stare at Jungkook from the bathroom mirror. The skin beneath them is puffy and purpling, so swollen that the bags wrinkle the tops of his cheeks. He tries smiling at himself in the mirror, and the black in his eyes remains empty, still murky waters.

Turning on the shower gets more difficult every day. Jungkook's hands shake so hard that he struggles to grip the knob tightly enough to twist it. He can’t ask Hoseok for help. Sleep deprivation can only explain away so much.

Jungkook keeps the water cold. He shivers beneath the stream pelting his skin, and clenches his teeth to stop them from chattering. The temperature never chases away the need that eats at his insides. His body burns with it. The cold water and the heat of his need create a tornado inside Jungkook’s mind, uprooting every sane thought until all he can focus on is the arousal stirring in his stomach.

For an hour, Jungkook jerks off under cold water and can’t reach an orgasm. He rubs his skin raw until tears and snot mix with shower water. It hurts his body, and the aching thing inside his chest that he thinks is his soul.

Why can’t he get rid of this need?

“Jeon.”

A rough hand shakes Jungkook’s shoulder. His head slips from where it rests on his forearm and smacks the surface of his desk.

“What! What?” Jungkook flings his head back, reeling from the sharp pain stabbing his forehead. “What’s happening?”

Taehyung gives him a sad smile as he crosses his arms against his chest. “It’s after five.”

Jungkook blinks and looks around at the empty desks surrounding them. “Oh.”

“Come on, get up.” Taehyung cups his hand under Jungkook’s armpit and hoists him to his feet. “A couple of the guys are going to that new club, Id?”

Jungkook’s heart is thunderous, like a feral animal locked in a cage. He clears his throat before correcting his coworker, “Ego.”

Taehyung snaps his fingers. “That’s it. I was close enough. Weird Freudian shit.”

Jungkook is mostly silent on the subway while Taehyung babbles about the newest office gossip Jungkook has managed to sleep through – again. Hoseok says it’s insomnia; Taehyung thinks it’s narcolepsy.

Jungkook knows it’s Thirteen.

The headache that has made a permanent home nestled in the folds of Jungkook’s brain spikes as the two men wait patiently for the bouncer to check their IDs. Well, Taehyung is patient. Jungkook is sweating through the armpits of his work shirt.

“Hyunwoo said this place is a strip club at night but a pretty standard bar during happy hour,” Taehyung explains because he thinks Jungkook has never been here before. “The duality of it all, right?”

The mint-haired bartender looks at Jungkook with a blank expression, void of any hint of recognition. Jungkook isn’t sure if he should be grateful or offended as he sits with the rest of his coworkers at the bar. They all sip dark liquor that burns the back of Jungkook’s throat, reminding him that this was never really his scene.

He pretends to care about their idle conversation, laughs at all the right moments, and sucks on ice cubes to keep his mouth busy. The bartender doesn’t look him in the eyes when he gets Jungkook a second round, but all Jungkook looks at is the pentagram etched into his skin.

Taehyung’s fingers tickle Jungkook’s elbow, forcing him to look away from the bar.

“I’m gonna take a piss and then probably get outta here,” Taehyung announces. Two hours have passed, but Jungkook wouldn’t know.

The moment Taehyung leaves, Jungkook turns to the mint-haired bartender. The bartender stands off to the side to wipe down glasses and organize the alcohol bottles. His eyebrows furrow when Jungkook clears his throat to get his attention.

“I summon Thirteen,” Jungkook speaks confidently this time, even though he has to sit with his hands clasped between his thighs to keep them from shaking.

“He’s busy.”

Jungkook swallows thickly. “What?”

“Thirteen is busy. He cannot be summoned tonight.”

Anger flares in Jungkook’s chest, heating his face and neck. “What the fuck do you mean he’s busy?”

The mint-haired bartender rests his forearm on the counter and leans close enough for Jungkook to see the flecks of red in his irises. When he speaks, he shows the unnatural points of his canines.

“You better watch your tone with me, kid. Wouldn’t want to get blacklisted, would you? ‘Cause I can make it where no dealer in Seoul will do so much as look in your direction. Got it?”

Shame makes Jungkook want to be stubborn and refuse, but his desperation wins. He ducks his head and nods, aware of the fear rolling off him and realizing he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want just any dealer; he wants Thirteen. But he just wants to experience it once to have him fully. That’s all. Only once. Then his curiosity will be satisfied, and he can stop having dreams about the moment Thirteen takes him, finally takes him all the way, touches him, kisses him, tastes–

“You coming?”

Jungkook startles when Taehyung appears at his side once again.

“Uh,” Jungkook eyes the mint-haired bartender, but he’s no longer looking at him, “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready to go.”

Jungkook returns the following day.

No Thirteen.

Jungkook returns the day after that.

No Thirteen.

Jungkook shivers and shakes through a week.

No Thirteen.

More weeks pass, more tremors and nightmares stack up against Jungkook’s withering sanity.

No Thirteen.

“Please,” Jungkook begs with a sob muffled by the carpet.

He presses his face into the floor, cheek squished in a way that will leave marks on his skin. Jungkook took up the position as a sign of submission that his body naturally fell into without any thought. It should be embarrassing how quickly he sank to his knees in front of Thirteen.

For months, he’s been plagued by the creature in his dreams. For months, all he has thought about is being taken, owned, ruined. He wants to feel full, to be desired. He wants to know, for the curiosity to be satisfied, the way he knows Thirteen could satisfy him.

Only Thirteen.

“Please, what?”

Claws dig into the back of Jungkook’s neck, piercing the muscle and hooking into it so deeply that Jungkook can’t move. He feels blood trickle down his shoulders and pool in his collarbones, but the pain never comes.

All he feels is need.

“Please fuck me,” Jungkook whimpers. “I’ve waited. I’ve been good; I came back. I waited for you.”

Thirteen scoffs as he releases Jungkook’s neck, only to dig his claws into the mess of his hair and yank him backward. Jungkook is pulled onto his knees with his head tilted backward to stare at Thirteen, who hovers above him with a biting, upside-down grin.

“Is that supposed to flatter me, Jungkook-ah? Am I supposed to care that you came sniveling at my door every day for months?” Thirteen twists Jungkook’s hair so tightly in his fist that Jungkook feels strands pull from his head. “Begging for me like a bitch in heat, weren’t you? Desperate for cock and to be praised?”

Each harsh word feels like another claw stabbed into soft flesh. Thirteen’s jeering hurts more than the wounds he digs into Jungkook’s skin, but he can’t stop himself from groveling. His mind is no longer his own. He is desperate. So, so desperate.

“I’m going to die,” Jungkook gasps when Thirteen roughly pushes him to the floor. Hot tears flow like lava down his plump cheeks. “I’ll die.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I will,” Jungkook sobs. “I will. I feel it, I will.”

Thirteen’s claws rip into Jungkook’s jeans, shredding the denim until there’s nothing left but tattered scraps of fabric wrapped around his waist. The air is cold against his bare skin, and he realizes belatedly that his briefs are mutilated, too.

“I decide whether you live or die, Jungkook-ah,” Thirteen whispers against the curve of Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook feels the tip of Thirteen’s cock press against his hole while Thirteen’s clawed hand grabs the meat of his cheek to spread him open. “Now shut up and have your reward for being so patient.”

Pain speers Jungkook’s body, sinking so far deep that he swears it creates fissures in his soul. Something horrible rips through Jungkook’s eardrums; it’s animalistic and wild. It’s his own scream, he realizes with a raw throat, that fizzles into whimpers with every rock of Thirteen’s hips.

It hurts getting fucked by an incubus, but Jungkook should have known that. It’s the pain that makes the pleasure so addicting, the feeling of having one’s soul devoured at the same time one's body is satisfied beyond their wildest fantasies. Thirteen fucks into Jungkook with his body, but he tears into his soul with his mind.

Drained, Jungkook wonders if this is how he’ll die.

“Is this what you wanted?” Thirteen hisses. His voice takes on a slurred, gravelly sound that makes Jungkook’s skin prickle. It’s demonic, otherworldly.

“Y-Yes,” Jungkook hiccups, and it’s true.

The skin of his cheek and knees is rubbed raw from being thrust against the carpet, and snot clogs his nostrils from how much he’s crying. When Thirteen twists his hair between his claws and tugs, Jungkook’s orgasm punches him in the chest, leaving him heaving as Thirteen fucks him into overstimulation to the point that he can’t breathe.

This is exactly what he wanted.

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busancherries · 1 year

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Vampire jikook

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chappysuey · 6 months

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Jikook

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peppertaemint · 5 months

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I just saw some jikookers arguing over whether jimin would have keys to JK's house and if he doesn't, it means they aren't dating. 💀

Places like JK's have keypads and passwords. It's a thing to give your closest friends/loved ones the password to your house. That being said, there would still be an etiquette to actually using the password. And someone like JK, who has stalker type issues, might have extra security. Who knows and why does it matter?

#jikook #just saying #think of the culture #also not everything is a dating or non-dating gotcha moment #jimin x jungkook

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kmgoogiemin · 1 year

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learning everything we have learned just makes the past couple of years make even more sense, jimin and jungkook were literally living together, being the only two in a car together, jungkook was being right there for jimin the entire time and is showing us exactly that right now with his support

jikook is so real

#jikook #kookmin #jimin x jungkook #jkjm #mingukkie #jikook is real #jimin #minkook #jungkook

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yeonjunniekitty · 2 years

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i ♡ jungkook !

♡ or ↺

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yoshiks · 2 years

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999 .. スピン 📎 when i dress up

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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JJK- Baby Don’t Cry

You and Jungkook had been arguing non stop for the better part of the past two weeks, you had forgotten why you were initially angry at one another instead you had both began to find things to dispute every day, each time it progressively putting you both in a worse position.

You were thankful his schedule had gotten busier in the last week, both needing time to clear your head.

You’d been with Jungkook since you were 18 and he was 19, you’d grown together, you’d had your first everything with one another. First date, first adult relationship, first time.

You’d supported him through the past 6 years of his career as he had yours, you’d started your own clothing business, Jungkook had invested into it, you declined at first but he insisted and eventually you gave in, it had succeeded and your own company had 5 stores in South Korea and 3 in Japan.

It hadn’t been easy, you both had always been under a lot of pressure but you made it work, things never got bad. Not until December 17th.

You knew how much Jungkook was worried about the future, the people he had surrounding him were suddenly about to be doing their own things. Of course he could manage without them, he is a full grown man. He isn’t a helpless child but it still hurt when he had to bid goodbye to his eldest Hyung.

For the first month you had both taken time off work to be with one another, you were close with jin. He acted as a big brother to you, always making sure you were okay. He included you in everything just as much as he did his own fiancé.

Jungkook had cried, gotten angry, refused to do anything and then eventually Namjoon came over with Hoseok and whilst they were all sitting there drinking beer and essentially counselling one another the phone rang.

It was Jin.

They all cried when he let out a “jwehope.” As much as they persisted that they had not cried and that the smell of the beer was just strong causing their eyes to water you knew how much it had effected them.

Jungkook because even more distant after that, he would go to the studio and not come home. A few times you’d had to go to collect him only for him to lock the studio door blocking you out.

Two weeks ago it had gotten the worst it ever had, he had missed your anniversary. He had chosen to go live for army and drink with them.

He had told you he was going to but he forgot to mention he would do it on your very own anniversary. You was furious when he stumbled home the next day complaining of a headache an exhaustion.

You felt awful as you took Bam to the vet for a check up that Jungkook was supposed to take him for. You hadn’t mentioned to him just why you were upset, that conversation was best left for when he sobered up.

You hadn’t anticipated that the second he did he would be back to hiding himself away, refusing to be near you, you felt unwanted. You couldn’t understand this sudden change but you knew one thing and that was that you was not going to let him treat you like this.

You sat on the couch, waiting for him to come home. Usually he would be home anytime after midnight so you prepared yourself for a long night.

It was 4am when he walked in the door, hair messy, his clothes wet most likely from the onslaught of rain.

He jumped seeing you sitting on the couch as he slid his shoes off. “You’re awake.”

“Yep, we need to talk.” You continued to stare out of the window even as you spoke to him.

“What’s wrong now?” He ask, slumping onto the couch opposite you.

You pushed yourself further into the grey corner chair that you had brought a few months ago, you found it comforting to sit and watch the city go by. “Us kook.”

“Nothing is wrong with us.” He defended.

You rolled your eyes, shifting to look at him. “Really? We haven’t stopped arguing for weeks, you forgot our anniversary. You are barely home and when you are you don’t talk to me.”

“It’s not like that.” He shook his head, looking guilty. He shuffled over to your side, pulling you closer to him.

You pulled away earning a hurt look from him, normally you’d rush to fix the problem you usually had amazing communication between you but right now all of those well developed skills no longer existed.

You raised your eyebrows In disbelief. “Then what is it?”

“I just feel so scared, I’m so fucking scared all the time. These next two years are planned out but no plans can predict how we will all feel emotionally, they have always been my family and it’s hard seeing them go one by one when they have already been through so much. I’m so fucking scared because soon enough it’s going to be my turn and what about you? You can’t tell me you won’t be here crying when I’m gone. Fuck we have had each other our entire adult lives, I can barely go a month without you, people don’t respect our privacy enough for you to be able to visit me. How do I know you will all be here when I’m back? I’ll be the last to go you could have all easily moved on.” Your heart breaks as his tears drop to the floor, his nose bright red from the crying.

You knew he had been worried, you knew the time apart for you both would be difficult and in all honesty it probably should have been something you both discussed sooner. You suddenly felt guilty, you’d been so caught up in your own worries that you had failed to notice his.

“Kook, baby don’t cry.” You pulled him in for a hug, trying to make him feel as loved as possible. “I know you’re scared and honestly I am too, I know we haven’t spoken about it but I just thought it would be easier to have this conversation closer to the time. I know the members adore you, I know just how special you are to them, bangtan without you is nothing, the same way it would be nothing if even one of you was missing. When it comes to us all I can say is I have been here since I was 18, you remember the day we met? Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would end up falling in love with you the way I did. You were such a brat.” You both chuckled before you continued.

“I’m sure the bowling alley we went to on our first date was minuets away from actually collapsing, I still don’t want to know how you even knew that place existed.” You laughed again, he shuffled you around so you were resting against his chest. The faint sound of his heart beat comforting you. “Do you remember the way you invited me to your music bank performance? You handed me an invitation and walked off, I was so confused. I have never waited so long for something in my entire life but seeing you doing what you loved made me so much more interested in you.”

“Firstly, in my defence Namjoon Hyung had told me about that bowling alley. I argued I should have taken you to an expensive restaurant but Jin Hyung said it didn’t matter where you go with someone, it’s always the person that matters not the place. Besides I don’t remember you complaining about how the date ended.” He pinched your side, making you squirm. “Secondly, I was so nervous to ask you to come I even requested they hand out snacks and water so you would be okay. I didn’t want you to just want Jungkook of BTS. I was nervous you were going to sell me out.”

You turned to look at him, he seemed apologetic but you could understand the pressure he was under to maintain his image. “I never knew if you noticed this but I would always turn my phone off so you didn’t worry.”

“I did, after a few dates it became something I was both aware and thankful for, it’s crazy how we never think back to that time. It’s been years and this is the first time we have revisited our beginning.” He sighed.

You drew a breathe before responding, linking your fingers with his. “We are going to be okay, I’m going to be here waiting for you and so what if I cry in your overly expensive sweatshirts and ruin them all, I’ll be okay because at the end of it all we will have each other. We have always had each other Jungkook.”

You felt him relax behind you at your last sentence, as much as he hated to admit it he too craved reassurance the way you did.

“I don’t want you to regret waiting for me.” He whispered, his voice laced with shame.

You shook your head, climbing off him to reposition yourself. You swung a leg over his lap, placing yourself directly in front of his face. “Jeon Jungkook, I have ran away from paparazzi for you, I hid in a bush when you were approached by fans, we went to dates in the sketchiest places for the first two years because I was too afraid to go to anything remotely high end in fear we would get caught, I cooked an entire three course meal when I first met the members just to make a good impression only for you to bring home pizza. We have gone through tours, not seeing each other for weeks, our only time together being spent sleeping, we have argued and we have made mistakes but every single time it has only reaffirmed that I am utterly in love with you and I would wait an eternity to be with you.”

You lean into his touch as he brings a hand to caress your face, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose and your lips. His breath was hot on your face as he mumbled “I thought I was the luckiest person, I had fame, financial security, amazing friends, the ability to pursue my dreams but it all meant nothing without you, you were the final piece to my puzzle.”

“Much like all of those wonderful things I am not going anywhere, ever. Unfortunately you’re stuck with me.”

He shook his head laughing. “I’d be honoured to be stuck with you.”

You laughed with him but slowly it died down and you was left with your own worries. “Why was you pushing me away? You really forgot our anniversary.”

His face fell, his shoulders sagging. “I felt awful, I was trying to work on my album but nothing was working I genuinely thought it wasn’t for another week ever since jin Hyung left and hobi Hyung started to prepare to go time has gone by weirdly. I am so sorry that I wasn’t there for you I am going to do better, I think I was worried so much that you’d leave I started to push you away. I thought at least then I’d be able to prepare myself.”

You lightly smacked his chest. “You are so foolish, you are definitely going to have to make it up to me I am still very mad at you for that but I can understand.”

You knew how hard the last few months were for him. Coincidentally you knew how much of a perfectionist your boyfriend is so you knew he would make it up to you in the most extra way ever.

“What If I buy you a house?” He raises an eyebrow.

“We have a house” you retort.

He hums. “What if I buy you a car.”

“I don’t have my licence.” You laughed.

“What if I buy you a cardboard cut out of me, I see a video of an army with one in her room. You can hug that when I enlist.” He raises his hands as if to defend from an attack as he laughs.

You scowled at him rolling your eyes. “Why would I need a cardboard cut out? I climb into bed with you every day, besides I’m sure my imagination can muster up enough material.”

“You’re such a tease, I’ll make it up to you, you know that right?” He pulls you closer to his chest, his arms feeling like a safe barrier around you.

“I know you will. You know we will be okay? We will figure it out together. Always have and always will.” You smile, knowing that with him everything would all be okay.

“I’m sorry for being so emotional, I know I should have just talked to you. I know we will be okay.” For some reason you find comfort in his reaffirmation of your beliefs.

You pull back, your hands falling to the side of his face as you pull him in for a kiss. “Never ever apologise, you’ve gotten me through my worst and I will you.”

“Don’t cry baby.” He whispers mimicking your earlier words as he brushes away a tear that you had unknowingly shed.

“We will be okay.”

“Always will be.”

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daintyzumin · 1 month

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[Jimin laying in Jungkook’s lap while Jungkook is playing video games]

Jungkook: has anyone told you you’re really annoying?

Jimin: what? no.. :(

Jungkook: good, I’m not in the mood to fight anyone right now

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jmdbjk · 6 months

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Jimin and music

Jimin is very good and quick at the song/melody which was shown in the doc. It is the written word that comes hard for him. So I think he’s very musically creative just not with the lyrics and it may be because he wants each word to convey/contribute meaningfully to a thought and/or emotion.

Throughout the doc, he was constantly making music by humming and singing, just sitting there he was vocally making music and Pdogg sat there and captured those notes and recreated them with computer instruments and synthesizers.

It was so fascinating to watch them put the melody together out of nothing.

But watching them was also interesting because Pdogg is like a music nerd and Jimin is his own kind of nerd and I wonder how did Jimin end up being in such an image heavy/visual heavy career because his personality is so not like that. He is so incredibly self conscious of himself.

For some reason that hair color looks SO MUCH BETTER in this pic than it did during the live.

I KNEW we needed to be careful what we wished for when we manifested blonde Jimin because during the live, that color was identical to those cheeseballs sitting on the table in front of him. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!

His gorgeousness still shone through and I love him no matter what color his hair is. I do have to admit though that before this moment, I was all settled into having dark haired Jimin from now on but look at him. He looks amazing. Thank you, Jimin, for being you!

The only times during the live watching the doc when he wasn't going "omg" at himself were when they were showing how Set Me Free Pt. 2 and Letter were written and produced.

His total immersion when Jungkook was singing the background vocals...they are just precious together.

During the live, he posed the question "why did he cut his hair that short" and then he remarked, his mother didn't like it.

#jimin #jungkook #jimin x jungkook #jikook #kookmin #jimin letter #we've seen that look on jimin's face before while he's looking at JK

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tokyokookmin · 11 months

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https://twitter.com/wtfmingguk/status/1662129042857013248?s=20

PHALEASEEEEE AJAAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJA

😂 Yes. The iconic MMA 2018. (Don't mind me admiring this moment) Also, JK's side profile...that's drop-dead perfect.

2018,2019,2020,2021,2022,2023. It's been a few years. But this specific day still is in our memories.

#bts #jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #jimin x jungkook #bts army #jk #park jimin #jm #mingguk #minkookers #minkook #minkookie #JKJM #jikook mma 2018 #MMA 2018 #tokyokookmin #tokyokookmin jikook masterlist

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gimmethatagustd · 3 months

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take what's yours | pjm + jjk

To secure his rightful place as next in line to the throne, Jimin must marry the neighboring kingdom's youngest heir, Jungkook. Jimin is prepared for his kingdom's invasive marriage traditions, including the need to prove that the marriage has been consummated. Unfortunately, Jungkook is not.

○ Pairing: Prince!Jimin x Prince!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Pistilverse, royalty, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, vaguely historical, angst, smut, (fluff?)

○ 5 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Pistilverse)

○ Word Count: 3,660

○ Warnings: This is literally just emotional smut, Stamen!Jimin x Pistil!Jungkook, it's like fuck or die but instead of death they'd both be exiled from their communities RIP, loss of virginity, anal fingering, anal sex, crying during sex, it's actually very soft

○ Notes: Hello I'm back again with more Pistilverse 😌 and a drabble that's too long, of course. This is my brand atp. As usual, I added a glossary to the end of this post for those of you who are unfamiliar with the concept~

○ Post Date: January 18, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? DIE 4 YOU - DEAN

Jungkook runs his fingertips along the edge of the mahogany desk in Jimin’s chambers, opposite the large bed where Jungkook’s night dressings lie out for him. The clothes are made of sheer white lace like a fisherman’s net meant to snatch him and string him up on a line to be picked at. He took one look at them and was overcome with a panic so severe that he felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

The thick leather-bound books and messy parchment scattered across Jimin’s mahogany desk call to Jungkook, though even the friendly book spines and elegant ink scrawls pierce Jungkook’s heaving lungs.

A marriage of alliance.

The words stare at him, inked in his father’s handwriting many moons ago, in a letter addressed to the king whose land meets the sea and whose stamen son was said to be more beautiful than anyone in the seven kingdoms combined.

They were right, the rumors.

Not once has Jungkook dared look Jimin in the eyes, too consumed with embarrassment and fear. If asked, the poor prince wouldn’t be able to recount a single detail of his wedding ceremony other than the little pieces of gold that adorned his and Jimin’s shoes, for his eyes never lifted from the floor all day.

“Prince Jungkook,” a voice calls from the bedroom’s entrance.

Snatching his hand back, Jungkook spins around to meet the stern gaze of a stamen guard, one of many he has seen stationed around the palace. This one is different than the guards who escorted Jungkook to Jimin’s bedroom after the last wedding guest left for the night.

Jungkook’s stomach rumbles as if reminding him that he should regret not eating during the reception. Nerves still twist Jungkook’s insides too tightly to force food into his system.

“Yes?” Jungkook asks, hardly able to raise his voice above a whisper.

“You must be examined for marks before changing for our Highness.” As he speaks, there’s a mean shine to the guard’s eyes, something dark that makes fear unfurl in Jungkook’s chest.

“I have already done the examination,” Jungkook explains. He shuffles backward, taking small half-steps that he hopes aren’t noticeable to the guard. “It was part of the marriage stipulations, that I arrive to the Prince unblemished. And I have.”

“That examination occurred many days ago.”

Jungkook can’t hold back the look of disgust that muddles his soft features. “Are you insinuating that I would… defile myself mere days before I am to be wed?”

Anger flashes across the previously stoic guard’s face. As Jungkook’s waist hits the desk, preventing him from moving any further from the guard, he wonders if it’s appropriate for the guard to speak to his new prince or if this kingdom’s people genuinely hate him as much as he feared they would.

“You mountain dwellers are not known for your honesty,” the guard sneers. He steps toward Jungkook, posed to grab him when the bedroom’s double doors fling out.

Even in his night clothes, Prince Jimin is ethereal. Fire dances in his eyes from the many candles decorating the room, casting shadows on the downturn of his mouth. His white robe flutters behind him as he advances on the guard like one of God’s angels on the Day of Reckoning.

Something is terrifying about an unarmed man willing to move aggressively toward one who has a sword hanging on his hip. Does Jimin own a sword? Jungkook assumes so as a prince. Then again, Jungkook was never taught to use one himself.

“Sochun,” Jimin crowds the guard, his jaw pulled taunt and sharp enough to cut, “Get out of my sight before I have you stripped before the court.”

Jungkook watches with his trembling hands clasped behind his back as the stamen guard rolls his shoulders. Sochun steps into the hall with the little dignity he has left, slamming it shut behind him. Jungkook doesn’t exhale until Jimin bolts the doors.

Instinctually, Jungkook flinches when Jimin turns toward him.

“Did he touch you?” Jimin asks softly, the anger in his face settling into something gentler. If Jungkook were naive, he would think Jimin cared.

“No.”

“Good,” Jimin nods, his gaze never leaving Jungkook’s face despite Jungkook’s wish that he would look away. “If anyone ever touches you, you must tell me. Immediately.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath and whispers, “Yes, Prince Jimin.”

“Please, no need for titles. We are wed, Jungkook. It is silly to use such words in the privacy of our bedroom.”

We.

Our.

Jungkook doesn’t want to be a we or an our with Jimin.

Leaning against the desk, Jungkook isn’t sure how to respond. He supposes there’s nothing to respond to; he has no say in this. His father made that abundantly clear, as did the rest of the sea kingdom’s court. It will be long before Jungkook becomes accustomed to the contempt in the King’s eyes when he looks at him.

Jungkook may have been used for an alliance that promises his safety, but it certainly doesn’t promise kindness.

“You haven’t changed.” Jimin holds the silk pajamas. He lets the fabric slip through his fingers, gliding between his hands like water. “You must be uncomfortable in those ceremonial clothes.”

It’s true; the robes are uncomfortable. The fabric is heavy and scratchy. Since the wedding was abrupt, the seamstresses didn’t have time to tailor the clothing to Jungkook’s body appropriately. It sits on his shoulders oddly and makes him feel smaller than he is.

But taking them off would mean accepting the inevitable, and Jungkook isn’t ready.

“I'll turn around?” A small smile curves Jimin’s plump lips. Jungkook only has a moment to appreciate the playful look before Jimin spins around to face the opposite side of the room.

For a moment, Jungkook doesn’t move. Jimin must know because he chuckles lightly and taps his fingers against his thighs.

“I swear I will not peek, Jungkook-ah.”

Quickly, Jungkook snatches the clothing from the bed and works on undoing the ridiculous number of buttons and little clasps keeping his ceremonial clothing together. A little voice inside his head reminds him that it doesn’t matter if Jimin peeks; Jungkook is putting these clothes on only for Jimin to remove them whenever he pleases. And then, once they have consummated their marriage, Jungkook will have to show the royal court Jimin’s flower adorning his body.

It upsets Jungkook, knowing something so personal will be taken from him and made public — not to mention how embarrassing it will be for everyone to know that they had sex.

“I’m done,” Jungkook states simply once his ceremonial clothing is folded and placed atop the trunk in the corner of the room. He hasn’t had the chance to unpack. It feels strange to think that his personal items must be placed amongst those of a stranger.

Jimin’s dark eyes sweep over Jungkook’s body much like the guard’s had, but his gaze isn’t as intimidating as Jungkook once thought. Jimin has kind eyes like he’s appraising Jungkook to make sure he’s comfortable, rather than ogle his body — even though he could.

Without needing to see a reflection of himself, Jungkook knows he looks good, the sheer material leaving little to the imagination while cloaking him in something soft and alluring. A mystery within arm’s reach.

“May I help you remove your jewelry? It’ll get in the way, and you’ll want to keep it nice,” Jimin offers.

Turning around, Jungkook stands rigid at the end of the bed as Jimin approaches him from behind.

“I wish you to know that I am sorry,” Jimin’s breath tickles the back of Jungkook’s neck just like his fingers do as he unclasps the gold necklace. “It may seem as though none of this bothers me, but I have spent my entire life preparing for this day. You… you have not, and for that, I am sorry.”

“You frighten me,” Jungkook whispers once Jimin has stepped back, putting distance between them again.

“I know.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

Jimin knows this; they all know this. If Jungkook wasn’t a virgin, the flowers of the stamens he’d slept with would be scattered across the beautiful marking of tree branches that creep up his spine like a snake with dozens of heads. But Jungkook is a virgin pistil, so his tree is barren, unmarked, and unblemished. Fit for the grand prince, the heir to the throne, who deserves nothing less than an innocent virgin.

“I have,” Jimin admits freely. He sits on the edge of the bed. Jungkook tries not to look at the thick thighs revealed when his silk shorts ride up. “Are you disappointed?”

Is there a correct answer? Jungkook isn’t sure. He frowns and stares down at the fluffy blanket tucked around the mattress.

“There are other pistils with the Prince’s flower adorning their bodies?” The question is polite but judgmental.

Rather than be upset, Jimin tosses his head back with laughter. It’s giddy, almost giggly, and nothing like the harsh prince Jungkook was taught to assume Jimin was.

“I have enjoyed time with other stamens,” Jimin explains with an amused smile. He leans back on his palms so he can look up at Jungkook. “Thus, no gold roses to worry about leaving behind.”

Despite himself, Jungkook looks over Jimin’s body, suddenly wondering where his pretty flower marking may be. Perhaps the gold rose is on his ribs or his chest? Jungkook’s gaze drops lower, and he lets himself wonder if it’s on the soft inside of his thigh.

“Are you curious?”

Blushing, Jungkook looks away. “I suppose there is no use in being curious if I’m to find out…”

Taking Jungkook’s hand, Jimin gently coaxes him to stand between Jimin's knees at the edge of the bed. Everything about Jimin is gentle, even when his tone is painted with playfulness, and his eyes sparkle with mischief. Jungkook finds those qualities comforting and must remind himself that Jimin has no say in this, either. They are both bound to each other by force.

Jimin could be rough with him and demand that Jungkook submit to his will because this is his kingdom, and Jungkook is merely a pawn in a twisted political game. Instead, Jimin touches Jungkook kindly. He runs his fingers along Jungkook’s jaw and tickles the underside of his chin until Jungkook has to duck his head in embarrassment.

“I want this to be enjoyable for you, as much as it can be,” Jimin lifts Jungkook’s chin so they can stare into each other’s eyes again. “And after tonight, if you wish to never speak to me again, I will respect that. I can get you your own wing of the palace and your own servants. Whatever it is that you desire, I will make it happen for you, okay?”

Such thoughtfulness is nearly too much for Jungkook to comprehend. How is it possible for Jimin to be this kind? Should Jungkook even trust him?

Breath caught in his throat, Jungkook only nods. Despite how quiet Jungkook is, Jimin seems to understand him. He gives Jungkook a small smile and hesitantly places his hands on Jungkook’s waist.

“Would you feel more comfortable if you kept your robe on?”

Jungkook hadn’t thought much about this moment, too afraid of giving himself to a stranger to want to consider what it would be like.

“I don’t know what I like. I won’t do well,” Jungkook admits, shame burning his cheeks. He was required to keep himself pure, but knowing Jimin has experience makes Jungkook feel inadequate.

“I will guide you.” Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s waist and pulls him closer. He tilts his head back to look up at him. “You are gorgeous, Jungkook-ah. You’re already more pleasing to me than you can imagine.”

“Oh, well…” The look in his eyes makes Jungkook’s stomach flip. “Okay.”

With a light chuckle, Jimin reaches up to run his thumb along Jungkook’s bottom lip. He hums in satisfaction when Jungkook licks his lips after, the tip of his tongue brushing against Jimin’s thumb.

“Have you been kissed, Jungkook-ah?”

Jungkook shakes his head.

“Will you sit with me so I may kiss you?”

With butterflies in his stomach and a heart on the verge of cardiac arrest, Jungkook slowly gets on the bed with his legs crossed to face Jimin. He always imagined his first kiss would be sweet and soft, something innocent with someone he loves and who loves him. Most of those things aren’t true now, but there’s no denying that Jimin is soft as he cradles Jungkook’s face and presses his lips to Jungkook’s.

What is a chaste kiss quickly deepens and becomes more passionate, Jimin showing Jungkook how to suck and bite bottom lips and wrestle tongues.

Jungkook feels heat spread through his limbs. He grabs Jimin’s robe and squeezes the fabric in his fist to steady himself when he begins to tremble.

“Are you alright?” Jimin asks against Jungkook’s lips.

“Can’t breathe,” Jungkook gasps as Jimin slowly guides him flat on his back.

He sinks into the fluffy blanket and stares wide-eyed at Jimin, who hovers over him, his legs spreading Jungkook’s thighs open and his hands pressed on either side of Jungkook’s head.

Jimin runs his fingers down Jungkook’s torso, flicking the folds of his robe to the side to expose the smooth skin underneath. The tips of tree branches creep around Jungkook’s sides, and Jimin’s hand slips beneath his robe to trace what part of his tree he can see. The light touches make Jungkook suck his stomach in as he tries not to squirm.

“You’re very pretty.”

People have told Jungkook this before, but it feels different coming from Jimin. Perhaps it’s because Jimin is commenting on his naked body, not just his face or how stylish he looks in fine clothes.

“Thank you,” is what Jungkook assumes is the proper response. It makes Jimin laugh, though he doesn’t know why.

“Can I touch you, here?” Jimin’s fingers play at Jungkook’s hipbone.

Too embarrassed to look down where he’s already half-hard just from a bit of kissing, Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and consents with a whimpery whisper.

“This part of you is pretty, too.” Jimin’s voice deepens, sounding rougher than it had. Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his hand when Jimin squeezes it, swiping his thumb along the head to smear the wetness there.

This time, Jungkook can’t thank him. He’s too overwhelmed by the pleasure of having someone else touch him where even Jungkook rarely touches.

“I’m going to get lubricant, okay?”

A gentle kiss on Jungkook’s abdomen makes his eyes fly open. When they adjust to the dim lighting, he sees Jimin reach for an ornate bottle on a shelf near the bed. He has shed his silk shorts and robe and is now fully naked. It makes Jungkook’s cheeks heat up to compare Jimin’s nakedness to the half-dressed state Jungkook is in.

Now that Jungkook can look at Jimin properly, he notices the cluster of gold roses decorating Jimin’s ribs on his right side. They're a delicate contrast to the dark tattoos scattered all over Jimin’s body, most words in the language of his people— one Jungkook is unfamiliar with. The gold roses are pretty, and Jungkook finds a tiny part of himself giddy at the knowledge that he’ll soon have those gold roses on his body, too.

“Do you like them?” Jimin asks with a cheeky grin, having noticed Jungkook staring.

Unable to lie, Jungkook merely nods.

“They’re pretty.”

Jungkook’s heart feels like it will break his ribs as Jimin returns to kneel between his legs. A virgin, yes, but Jungkook knows what the lubricant is for.

“Talk to me, Jungkook-ah. Tell me what you’re thinking,” Jimin asks with a firm hand slipped under the small of Jungkook’s back to lift his hips.

Jungkook lets him slide a small pillow beneath him and realizes he’s likely making this difficult for Jimin if he’s not actively participating in what they’re about to do.

“I’m nervous,” Jungkook admits, searching for the words to explain how he feels while Jimin pours the lubricant on his fingers. “And I don’t know what to do. I want to do well, but I don’t… I don’t know.”

Holding the back of Jungkook’s thigh, Jimin pushes one of his legs up slightly, giving him more room to reach between his thighs.

“You don’t need to do anything,” Jimin says softly as he rubs Jungkook’s rim. When Jungkook jerks away, Jimin waits a moment before touching him again, slower this time. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Ookay,” Jungkook lets out a deep sigh when Jimin presses his finger past his rim.

It feels strange but not terrible. Jungkook finds it easy to relax his body as Jimin adds a second finger, and then a third, because he has been given permission to not worry about performing well or pleasing Jimin. It seems that Jimin is perfectly fine working his fingers inside Jungkook, massaging his walls and finding a spot where he rubs until Jungkook’s leg kicks uncontrollably, and Jungkook feels like he may die.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Jimin whispers against Jungkook’s throat as he trails kisses down his torso to distract from the press of his cock against his rim once Jungkook is stretched enough.

Jungkook thought it would be unbearable, but Jimin’s kindness makes up for the momentary pain. He wraps his arms around Jimin’s shoulders when Jimin leans down to kiss him. The fit is tight; Jimin is only halfway in, and Jungkook already struggles not to tense his body.

“You were so worried, my prince, but you’re doing well,” Jimin sucks a little mark at the corner of Jungkook’s jaw and doesn’t complain when Jungkook digs his nails into his back. “Just a little more.”

When Jimin bottoms out, Jungkook locks his legs around his hips to keep him in place. The feeling is almost too much, too full and foreign.

“Can you wait, please?” Jungkook’s voice cracks as fat tears slip down his rosy cheeks.

He does his best not to hiccup or heave into Jimin’s neck, just keeps his eyes squeezed shut and pants with a stuffy nose and a headache blooming in the middle of his forehead. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Jungkook was supposed to fall in love.

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin calls to him. He swipes his thumbs across Jungkook’s cheeks, wiping away his tears as best he can. “Have I hurt you?”

“No, it feels good. That’s not,” Jungkook pauses as a sob rips through him, “That’s not why I’m crying. I just, I didn’t think this would happen to me like this.”

“Oh, baby,” Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook and holds him tightly against his body. The movement makes his cock press against Jungkook’s prostate, and Jungkook moans through his tears, which makes him cry even more.

“I’m sorry I’m crying,” he sniffles once his body feels as though it’s run out. “It isn’t your fault. If anything, I am thankful it was you. Others wouldn’t be so kind to me. I don’t understand why you are so kind.”

With a long sigh, Jimin nuzzles his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck. They both smell of sweat and sex, but it’s comforting to have Jimin close, a warm, solid body to hold onto.

“You deserve kindness, Jungkook. It is the very least I can provide you.”

Jungkook knows Jimin is right, but he can’t sort through the feelings turning his brain to soup and making his heart flutter somewhere in his stomach. He and Jimin are both victims of royal duty.

“Thank you,” Jungkook says softly, turning his head to kiss Jimin’s temple.

“You do not need to thank me, my prince.” As simple as it is, the little nickname makes Jungkook feel warm. “Would you like to stop and try again in the morning?”

Right. Because they must do this before the court calls for them.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook relaxes his body until he’s no longer squeezing Jimin so tightly.

“We can keep going. It was nice.”

“Okay. If you want to stop, tell me. We can go at your pace.”

Giving Jungkook a light peck on the lips, Jimin rolls his hips. The thrusts are slow and shallow, with just enough movement to get both of them adequately aroused again and for Jungkook’s body to grow accustomed to the stretch.

There are no declarations of love or screams of pleasure. Perhaps one day, Jungkook thinks, as he watches how beautiful Jimin looks as he thrusts into him. It feels good; Jungkook’s moans and whimpers are evidence of that, but it’s still strange for him to be doing this for the first time with someone he doesn’t know.

“You feel good, my prince,” Jimin murmurs in Jungkook’s ear, sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine.

“Go harder,” Jungkook moans, his fingers finding Jimin’s hair to twist.

“Fuck.”

It doesn’t take long before Jungkook feels the build-up of pleasure ready to snap and spill over. Unlike anything he’s felt before, it builds from inside him, shooting sparks of pleasure through his cock and in the pit of his stomach. He cries out, unsure how to get where he needs to be.

“Jimin,” he whimpers, “Jimin, Jimin.”

“It’s okay,” Jimin reaches between their bodies to jerk Jungkook’s cock, “Just breathe.”

Jimin cums right before Jungkook does. Jungkook feels it, not only inside of him but across his back, as Jimin’s gold roses bloom on his barren branches. The thought crosses his mind that he’ll look pretty in the morning with the mark of a royal prince on his body, proof that he has Jimin to care for him.

And, perhaps, love him.

When they come down from their highs, with rosy cheeks and bitten lips, Jungkook watches Jimin prepare a damp cloth to clean him of lube and cum, and he thinks perhaps one day he could love Jimin, too.

GLOSSARY OF TERMS

(Borrowed from here and revised to fit my fic)

Pistilverse AU - A South Korean fanfic trope wherein almost all humans experience an “awakening” during puberty that assigns them into one of two botanically-inspired groups: Pistils and Stamens. These groups are denoted by marks on the person’s body, similar to tattoos.

Pistil and Stamens - Pistils develop a mark of a barren tree that appears along their spine after their awakening, while stamens develop a flower somewhere on their body after their awakening.

Awakening - The moment a flower or tree appears on a person’s body, signifying their status as a pistil or stamen. You could look at it as a coming-of-age moment in a person’s life. These are typically painful for pistils. A pistil might experience more than one awakening if their tree becomes too full of flowers.

Marks/Marking - When a pistil sleeps with a stamen, the stamen’s flower blooms on the pistil’s tree branches. The number of flowers a pistil has is proportional to that of the stamens they had sex with. In this fic, pistils with many flowers are considered promiscuous and experience slut shaming based on religion.

Marked - The term used to describe a pistil who has received a stamen’s flower on their body.

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