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A Fuckboy's Oath

“Oh my gosh, hi Jeongguk!” One of the girls mustered up the confidence to greet the jock. Jeongguk looks their way and only gives them a small smile. 

Jimin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. Jeongguk carried Jimin’s bag and books and walked with him to the cafeteria. 

“What? I only smiled at them.” Jeongguk says, putting the books on the table where the council usually sits. Jimin is the council president and Jeongguk’s one and only favorite nerd. 

“Oppa, do you wanna have lunch with us? We have a free seat on our table.” Another girl approaches them. Jeongguk shakes his head in refusal, “No, thank you.” He respectfully declines. 

Jimin sighs, giving Jeongguk a pat on the shoulders, “Stay strong.” He teases.

“Oh please, like she’d ever move me.” Jeongguk assures Jimin.

Let me tell you the story about how the two met. Jimin was a transferee a year ago, and when Jeongguk caught wind about the genius transferee, he looked forward to getting a good banter with the latest nerd in school. “Your standards are so low, there’s no way a nerd can be cute.” is what Jeongguk told his friends when they couldn’t stop talking about Jimin. 

So, to prove his point, he walked to the next building and went straight to the nerd’s classroom. 

“Alright, where is the nerd...everyone..is talking…about..” His voice trailed off when his world moved in slow motion. Jeongguk feels a ray of sunlight shining behind a gorgeous man, smiling with crescent moons as he laughed, hands shyly covering his face. Cherry blossoms float in Jeongguk’s mind when he watches his lips move as he talks, and that pout, that pretty little pout— “Hey bro, were you looking for me?” His thoughts get interrupted like a screeching record when his friend, Namjoon, approaches him. 

“Ya, ya, ya–” He hits Joon’s chest lightly with the back of his hand. “What’s his name?”

“Oh? Him? Park Jimin. He’s the transferee everyone’s talking about. Apparently he got a perfect score on the entrance exam and got recommended by many professors.” 

“He’s perfect, alright. I’m going to make him mine.”

But Jimin had standards, and he wasn’t easy. He’s determined to never date playboys like Jeongguk; besides, he always focused on his academics first. Dating someone with a fuckboy reputation would just do him more harm than good. 

However, Jimin’s dedication to his academic affairs is just as how Jeongguk was relentless in pursuing him. He’d walk him to class everyday, drive him home on his motorbike, and would even dedicate his points to him, saying “This is for you, Jimin!” The jock would wink before landing a three-point shot in basketball tournaments. 

So, Jimin decided to give him a chance—in one condition: Jeongguk proves that he can be faithful and mature. 

Hence, the fuckboy’s oath.

After basketball practice the next day, Jeongguk immediately showered and went straight to the university fair to look for Jimin. It wasn’t difficult to spot the kissing booth, as a large group of students lined up for their spot. 

“Oh my God it’s Jeongguk!” “Do you think he’s participating too? I don’t mind paying for both of them.” “Jeongguk is so hot.” The player could hear the murmurs, but he ignored them all. He walked past the people lining up and went behind the booth. 

Taehyung spots Jeongguk, so he gives Jimin a little nudge, sporting a smirk on his lips, “Your Romeo is here.” He says. Jimin quickly turns to look for Jeongguk, and when their eyes meet, Jeongguk curses under his breath. “Did you really have to wear a lip balm?”

“Of course he has to, there’s looooot of lips to kiss today.” Taehyung answers for Jimin, who rolls his eyes at him before looking at Jeongguk. “You really came.”

Jeongguk leans on the doorframe. “Of course, I told you I’m proving my oath to you today.”

“Hm, sure.”

“I told you. You won’t see me flinch.”

“Mmkay.”

Hoseok enters the booth, “Hey, Pres. These are ready!” He says, hugging three large fish bowls in his chest and placing them on the table. Jeongguk walked towards them and stood beside Jimin. “What are these?” He asked, but before he could take one of the papers, Jimin took both bowls with him. “Come one, Tae, it’s time to open the booth.”

Jeongguk watched on the side as the girl first in line squeals in excitement. “I’ll take this bowl, please!” She tells Tae, who moderated everything. “That’s ₩5,000.” He says, and she drops the money in the box in front of the bowls he chose. Then, she fishes out a paper.

‘Knuckles.’ the paper read. 

Jeongguk sees Jimin stand up and take her hand in his. He gives her a charming smile before he brings her hand close to his lips and kisses her knuckles. Her cheeks turn pink and she quickly covers them, shyly thanking Jimin as she leaves the line. 

Jeongguk tapped his feet but aside from that, there was nothing to worry about. Jimin could never be interested in her anyway, Jimin liked men. 

The next person was a girl as well, she paid for the same bowl. 

“It says cheeks.” She excitedly shows Taehyung. 

“Cheeks?!” Jeongguk whisper-yelled and Jimin sends him a glare. Jeongguk immediately regained composure, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“Ya, Romeo, you’re scaring our customers.” Tae snickered in a whisper. Jeongguk watched as Jimin dipped down a little to reach the girl’s cheek. “Remember your oath, loverboy.” He hears Taehyung tease before Jimin lands a kiss on the student’s cheek. 

“Oh my God.” She covers her face, “Thank you very much, Jimin!!” She jumps.

Jeongguk let out a breath. This wasn’t Jeongguk, the heartthrob everyone knew was always calm and composed. “Get it together, keep your cool. It was just on the cheek.” Jeongguk tells himself. 

“Neck.” He hears a guy’s voice and his eyes immediately dart back to Jimin’s direction. Apparently, while he was busy giving himself a pep talk, a guy paid for the bowl of choices worth ₩10,000. 

Jimin’s hesitation was so quick that everybody else wouldn't notice it, but this was Jeongguk; he knew it made Jimin uncomfortable. 

“So lucky!” “Damn, I'm definitely paying for that bowl too.” Jeongguk hears. He watched as Jimin pressed his palms on the table to support himself. He was about to stand on his tiptoes when the guy interrupted him. “Sorry, I–uh, Jimin, can I do it on you instead?” He bites his lip shyly. Jeongguk’s eyebrows narrowed upon hearing his request.

Jimin looks at him in surprise, “What?”

“Can I be the one to kiss you on your neck instead?” He smiles, dimples showing. 

“Uhm—I—” Jimin stutters, but he doesn’t even dare finish his sentence when Jeongguk stands in the way and towering over Jimin. 

“I’m sorry, Jimin, but this is where I draw the line.” Jeongguk said as he looked straight into Jimin’s eyes. “Fuck the oath, this is making you uneasy.” He says under his breath, loud enough for Jimin to hear.

Jimin was relieved, heart racing as he let out a breath. Frankly, Jimin was thankful for Jeongguk’s intervention. 

The jock turns around to face the guy. “Sorry man, no one’s kissing his neck.”

“Why not? He’s not your boyfriend.” He raises his eyebrows at Jeongguk. 

The athlete tilts his head, pissed, “Are you blind? Can’t you see he’s uncomfortable?” 

“I don’t hear him complaining.”

Jeongguk clenched his jaw, using all his energy to resist the urge to punch the man. “Hwang Min Seok, Engineering department, right?” Jeongguk shoves his hands in his pockets. 

“Yea and what about it?”

“I heard from my dad that your father is involved in money laundering. You’re not paying for this booth with that dirty money of yours.”

“How did you—”

“Your dad is being sued by my father’s client. My father’s a lawyer, you see. So might as well keep that ₩10,000. After all, it might be the last piece of change you’ll have in your pocket for a while.” Jeongguk smirks, maintaining eye contact with the guy that people around them were sure he was starting to shoot lasers from his eyes.

Embarrassed, the guy finally leaves. The person next in line stood there awkwardly, as if he was waiting for Jeongguk’s permission. The athlete raises one hand up before turning around to face Jimin, who was seated back down. 

Jeongguk bends a little, resting his left hand on the table while the other is in his pocket. “Are you alright? Will you be okay?” 

Jimin looks up to meet Jeongguk’s eyes; because of his sense of responsibility, he wanted to answer in the affirmative. However, he was a little shaken up by the man’s request earlier that all he could manage to do was subconsciously pout.  Jeongguk gives him a comforting smile, touching Jimin’s chin with his pointing finger before whispering, “I got you.” He then turns around to face the crowd.

“Bad news, booth is closed.” He paused when he heard the crowd whisper and grunt, “Good news, everyone in this crowd is invited to my party. Tonight, 9 P.M. at the Jeon estate.” and the crowd cheers. 

Of course, everyone would die to be invited to one of his parties. People who have been invited always boasted about being in the Jeon estate—it was a bragging right. Being invited meant being leveled up a status.

While the crowd was busy celebrating being invited to his party, Jeongguk took it as an opportunity to bring his attention back to Jimin. 

“Let’s go?” He offers, dimple showing as he smiles. 

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“You know how to host my parties. I’ll leave it all to you.” Jeongguk was on the phone with one of his closest friends, Yoongi.

He and Jimin went out to eat dinner together after what happened in the booth. Jimin was still a little shaken up but he was feeling better than earlier. 

“Yea yea yea, it was impulsive but I know you love me Yoongs. Bye.” Jeongguk says before ending the call. 

“What do you mean the party was impulsive? Didn’t you plan your party beforehand?”

“Nope.” He pops the ‘P’ as he replies. “I couldn’t let them leave without anything. I don’t want them getting upset at the council, especially at you.” 

Jimin almost chokes at the food he was about to swallow. No, it wasn’t because of what Jeongguk said; rather, it was because his heart skipped a beat. Jimin paused, wide-eyed and jaw shut tight, right hand clutching the glass. 

His heart skipped a beat.

“Nerd, hey, hello?” Jeongguk’s voice jolts him back to reality. “You alright?” He waves.

Jimin swallows his food. 

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Jeongguk took Jimin on a night ride on his motorbike. It always seemed to calm Jimin down—wind blowing through his face, the speed making the sounds of Seoul turn into white noise, arms tight around Jeongguk’s waist while he rested his head on— “What am I thinking?!” Jimin shakes his thoughts away. 

“We’re here.” Jeongguk announces. Jimin realized that Jeongguk had driven him home. Jeongguk hops off the motorbike first and offers his hand to assist the smaller one down the bike.

“But I didn’t ask you to take me home.” Jimin replies, refusing to leave Jeongguk’s bike. 

“It’s almost eleven in the evening, you must be tired.” The jock laughs, although he found Jimin really cute at the moment. Jimin shakes his head. 

“Alright, sir. Anywhere you want to go?” Jeongguk asks. 

Jimin shrugs, “Where do boys like you go?” He returns the question. Jeongguk lets out a soft chuckle before putting his helmet on and riding the bike. 

Jimin’s arms move to hug Jeongguk’s waist like it was a reflex; his leather jacket still warm from Jimin’s previous hold on him.

“Alright then.” Jeongguk says before the bike roars back to life.

“Here we are.” Jeongguk said as he got off the bike. He takes his helmet off. 

“Where are we?” Jimin looked around and it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere. 

“You asked me where guys like me go. So, this is it.”

“In the middle of nowhere?! You’re not going to do something bad to me, are you?!” 

Jeongguk laughs, rolling his eyes as he takes Jimin’s helmet off his head. “That’s my house over there. This entire estate is ours.” Jeongguk points to the far end, where you could see different colors of light coming out from the window. 

When Jeongguk turned his attention back to Jimin, he almost melted at the sight of his surprised face. “You’re so pretty, I just want to put this helmet back on your head and hide you from everyone else.” the athlete smiles, offering his hand once again for Jimin to take. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Jimin’s heart races again. 

The council president finally accepts the assistance. He takes Jeongguk’s hand and hops off the bike with ease. Jimin followed Jeongguk as they approached a small cottage. The smaller one watched as Jeongguk revealed his pendant. It was a key. He takes it off and unlocks the door. 

“This is where I go when I want to be alone.” The athlete says as he opens the door. It was his hobby room, where he painted to his heart’s content. 

“You painted all of these?” To say that Jimin was in awe is an understatement. He never expected Jeongguk to be the type to look for a ‘quiet time’ by himself. “May I?” He asks, and Jeongguk nods. “Of course, and yes, I painted all of these. Didn’t expect that from me, did you?” A proud grin finds its way to Jeongguk’s lips, earning a smile from Jimin. 

Jimin let his fingers feel the canvas, his eyes observing each stroke Jeongguk made. He realized he judged Jeongguk too quickly, and there was a lot more behind the surface of the athlete, there was more to him than just being the university superstar and heartthrob. 

There was so much more to Jeongguk; and Jimin wants to know all about it.

“Jimin that’s—” Jeongguk’s warning startled Jimin that his hands flew to his chest. “—wet paint.” the jock stifles a laugh. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. You got a little–” Jeongguk points to his neck, and Jimin sees that his fingers had wet paint in them. 

“I’ll get you a washcloth.” Jeongguk says. Jimin looks at the painting of the dog with eyes full of pity. He ruined Jeongguk’s work.

Jeongguk comes back with a damp cloth. “C’mere.” He motions, and Jimin follows. Jeongguk leaned down a little to get a better view of the paint on the smaller one’s neck, and Jimin prayed to the heavens that the athlete couldn’t hear his heart hammering against his chest. 

“Don’t feel bad about my painting.” Jeongguk says softly. “I could always make something out of it.” He assures before standing upright, “There you go, clumsy. All clean.” Jeongguk’s dimples make an appearance again, and Jimin couldn’t take it anymore. 

Jimin takes Jeongguk’s collar in his fists, pulling him into an eager kiss. Jeongguk drops the washcloth on the floor, hands automatically finding Jimin’s waist. The athlete smiles into the kiss, spinning them around and cornering Jimin onto the table.

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Paint was all over the floor, materials bathing in different colors. Jeongguk had pushed them all away as he lay Jimin on the table while Jimin’s legs hung off the edge. “Haa–” Jimin moaned out, taking Jeongguk’s cheeks between his palms, “Please, I’m r-ready.” They were just making out, but here they are, skin to skin desperate for each other’s touch.

Jeongguk basks in the sight before him, drinking in Jimin’s flushed cheeks and swollen lips before looking into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks for the nth time. Jimin nods eagerly. “Jeongguk, I’m yours.”

He looks into Jimin’s eyes again before whispering, “Bear with me for a while.”  Jeongguk dips down to capture Jimin’s lips, and slowly, he slides into Jimin. 

The sudden pain caused Jimin to wrap his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulder, holding him close and tight. The latter winces when Jimin bites his lip. “Fuck, i’m sorry—” 

Jeongguk softly ran his fingers through Jimin’s damp hair, “Ssshh, it’s okay, you’re doing great.” His voice gentle. “You can take me.” He says, leaving small kisses on Jimin’s cheek. 

Jeongguk gently pushes forward and Jimin runs his nails along the athletes back, “Jeongguk.” Jimin pants. 

Jeongguk kisses him again, and Jimin moans into it, both in pain and pleasure. 

Breaking from the kiss, Jeongguk lifted his head a little to look at Jimin’s expression, his chest was heaving up and down and tears were slowly rolling to the side of his eye. Jeongguk kisses the tears away, tasting the saltiness in his tongue. 

“Ssssh, you can do it, baby. Just a little more.” Jeongguk comforts, palm cupping Jimin’s left  cheek while his other hand grips on Jimin’s leg. He moves forward slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin as he does; and when he finally bottom’s out, Jimin lets out a string of moans, lips parted, eyes closing and back arching. 

Jeongguk dives in for a kiss, trying not to move his hips until Jimin is ready. “Are you okay?” He whispers into Jimin’s ears. 

Jimin tangles his fingers in Jeongguk’s hair before nodding slowly. “Jeongguk.” his voice came out as a whisper. Jeongguk touches Jimin’s cheek with his nose, “Hm?” “I like you.” Jimin confessed. “Take me, take all of me. I’m yours.”

Bonus-- the painting, before and after Jimin accidentally touched it. Legend says Jeongguk proudly displays it in his bedroom to remind him of that night.

#short au #jikook #soft hours open #council president jimin #jock jeongguk #this was such a feel good kind of story to write #theyre both so adorable pls i want to protect them forever bye #also a lil canon cause who doesn't like a little canon right

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🐥 baby can i pls be player one

🐰 no

#drabble #jikook #kookmin #jikookau #that's it that's the post #it was a random moment of creativity #they're so cute sigh

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vampire jeongguk & human jimin where jimin forgets his lip balm, so he can’t help but peel the dry skin off his lips, driving the vampire crazy.

“stop it you’re gonna bleed” jeongguk reprimands.

& when vamp jeongguk finally smells his blood, he surges forward, groaning into the kiss when he finally gets a taste of jimin.

#drabble #jikook #kookmin #sigh #another drabble i want to bring to life but i have three ongoings at the moment #will probably write it though #maybe smut lol

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“You’ll come & see me on my graduation day, right hyung?” he looks at him with hopeful, doe eyes.

Jimin nods, “Of course, bun.” forcing a smile, knowing well that this will be the last time he’ll see the love of his life; because tonight, he will be crowned as the new mafia don.

#drabble #jikook #kookmin #this drabble ended up being a full-length story #i'm a simp for my readers #dancing with our hands tied

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Gangster Jeongguk and his spoiled hubby Jimin

🐥 I thought you said we were going shopping?

🐰 I'll be back in five minutes, poutie. just a little grocery shopping

🐥 With your men?! •᷄ɞ•᷅

🐰 Got bags to carry.

#drabble #jikook #kookmin #help i want to write this but i don't have the time

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tiptoe

"don't test me, jimin. if you keep teasing me like this, I might just give in." jeongguk, about their secret relationship.

but jimin knows his boyfriend is all talk. so, during a concert, he stands on his tiptoes, jokingly asking for a kiss.

jeongguk smirked, moving his microphone away as jimin closed the proximity between them. he slides his right hand just below jimin's ear, while his thumb caressed the apple of the smaller's cheeks.

he leans in to whisper something in his boyfriend's ear, lips touching it the slightest. "fuck it, I warned you." before he finally captures jimin's lips in his.

the crowd roars, excitement shaking the stadium.

jeongguk breaks the kiss slowly, pulling back to watch the expression on jimin's face—cheek flustered and lips parted, speechless.

"i told you not to test me, poutie." he says again, giving jimin a peck on the lips before smiling.

and the crowd has gone wild.

#drabble #bye #jikook #kookmin #help me they're so cute

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when your brother's best friend can't take his eyes off you.

"geez, jeongguk. stop staring at my brother."

"sorry man, but i'm seriously considering breaking the bro code right now." jeongguk bites his lip, eyes watching jimin.

"ooookay, we lost him guys."

#drabble #jikook #kookmin #im a sucker for jk being whipped for jm and jm only

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just thinking about jeongguk falling asleep on the couch while waiting for jimin to come home. waking up at the slightest sound jimin made as he entered the door.

"c'mere." jeongguk stretched out his arms, eyes squinting the slightest to get a glimpse of his husband.

jimin happily slips into his husband's warm embrace. "hmm." he heaves a satisfied sigh.

jeongguk rests his nose on the curve of jimin's neck before planting a kiss on his nap. "welcome home, I missed you." he whispers.

jimin smiles, taking his husband's right hand to bring it closer to his lips. "I missed you too." he replies before kissing jeongguk's hand, soft lips landing right where his husband tattooed his initials, "J+M".

#drabble #jikook #kookmin #soft hours open #im gonna cry #when is it my turn

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what about burnt out council president jimin holding back tears, afraid that people will see him as weak. he retreats through the backdoor of the gym only to see jock jeongguk waiting for him.

he sighs, "come here, nerd." arms wide open.

and jimin cries, hiding himself in jeongguk's chest.

#drabble #jikook #kookmin #pls help im soft for them

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Lust is Love's Avenger

a short #jikookau where Jeongguk, the god of lust, pines for the one and only god of love, Jimin. problem is, Jimin hates his celestial guts.

"Awe, come on, he was just having a little fun. A bit of winding down." Jeongguk says, fingers trailing down Jimin's bare arm. Jeongguk, the god of lust and desire, sparked another infidelity among mortals.

He doesn't believe in commitment, because why settle when you can have a taste of them all?

Jimin glares at him. "You're disgusting. They're married to other people. You're going to hurt them." Jimin is the god of requited love, the punisher of those who reject the love of others. He stands for true love, commitment.

Jeongguk walks to Jimin's side and drapes an arm over his shoulder. "They don't sound like they're hurting, do they?" Jimin watched through the crystal as another pair took the bait hung by the god of lust, mortals drowning themselves in pleasure and moans.

The god of love gritted his teeth. "Their partners are going to suffer the consequences. They are not the ones making a mistake, yet they're the very people who has to go through the pain of infidelity." Jimin turns away from the crystal. Jeongguk stops him by holding his wrists. "Are you going to run to your Apollo now?" He raises his eyebrow. "Your perfect god of everything?"

"That's none of your business, Jeongguk." Jimin slips form his hold and walks away. Jeongguk follows closely behind him, watching the feather ornaments on Jimin's hair dance with the wind. He sighs.

"You know, Apollo might be a god like us but trust me, he's no better than a mortal. You'll end up getting hurt." Jeongguk rests his hands behind his head as he walked.

Apollo, the god of poetry, music, and art. Jimin admired him since time immemorial. Being the god of love, Jimin craved everything romantic, and Apollo gave him that; gave him all the love he asked for.

But Jeongguk was the god of lust and desire, and he knows better than Jimin, what Apollo was capable of.

"You don't even know him." Jimin looks over his shoulder briefly to meet Jeongguk's eyes. "All you think about is the worst of others, because you feel on what tempts them. You're the god of lust. Apollo is different." He defends.

Jeongguk spins to the front, blocking Jimin's way. He tilts his head before speaking, "Oh, that I am the god of lust is the very reason why I could tell you that he's unfaithful."

Jimin sighs, "Jeongguk, I appreciate your concern, I'm going to assume it's genuine—"

"It is genuine." Jeongguk interrupts. "I'm not only the god of lust, Jimin, i'm also the god of desire. I'm telling you, he yearns for someone else."

Jimin pursed his lips in denial. He had an inkling that Apollo often had rendezvous with Daphne, a naiad nymph, daughter of a river god. However, unlike Jeongguk, Jimin always gave everyone around him the benefit of the doubt (except the god of lust, as it seems), at his own prejudice.

"I want to hear it from him, and until then, save your slander." Jimin says before walking past Jeongguk, who only sighs in defeat.

"If only you know that you yearn for me too." He pauses. "And I the same." He whispers before he hops off the ground to fly away, leaving traces of golden dust behind.

Jeongguk's words played like a broken record in Jimin's mind, and he couldn't brush it off this time. So he decided it was high time to confront Apollo about his affair.

Apollo wasn't happy about it. "How dare you accuse me of an affair when I've showered you with the love you're asking me for?!" He angrily says, impulsively hitting Jimin's cheek. "Don't ever bring Daphne into this." He threatens.

Jeongguk was wandering around Olympus when he spots his favorite god to tease. Jimin was seated by the fountain of youth, with his back facing Jeongguk.

Jeongguk smirks, gliding on air towards Jimin, "There's the lover boy~" He playfully sings, gently landing to sit just a few inches away from the petite god of love. "Trying to get rid of the fine lines love is causing you?" He jokes.

Jimin quickly looks away as soon as Jeongguk was sat, but he was too slow, still. There was silence between the both of them. Jeongguk slowly lifts his right hand, and Jimin flinched at his touch. "I won't hurt you." He whispers, JImin refused to look at him.

Gently, he touches Jimin's chin with his fingers, slowly guiding his face towards him.

The god of lust felt his blood boil at the sight of the bruise on the smaller one's cheek. "Who did this to you?" He whispers, trying to stay calm despite his heart beating against his chest in anger. Jimin looks away again, ashamed to admit that Apollo had hit him.

Jeongguk's jaw clenched. "Was this Apollo's doing?" He sees Jimin's lip trembling, shoulder's moving.

It only took a single golden teardrop to roll down Jimin's cheek for the god of lust to pique. He lifts his hand to gently wipe away the tear, smudging golden streaks on the celestial's skin. "Your precious tears should not be shed for a pathetic god like him." Jeongguk says, yet his face burned in anger at the thought of Apollo laying a hand on Jimin.

Jeongguk stands up, and Jimin immediately held his hand. "I know you hate him, but please don't use me as an excuse to do something stupid." He says.

"You're right, you are not an excuse." Jeongguk says, body moving to face Jimin, "You are the reason, the very reason why I need to teach him a lesson." He paused, meeting Jimin's eyes, "I pine for you, Jimin, the god of love." Jeongguk confesses.

Jimin lets go of Jeongguk's hand, lips parted as he's caught off guard.

"Every single day, I long for you. I desire you.. but you refuse to look at me because you've preempted by entirety, just because I am the god of lust." Jeongguk says in defeat.

"But I will wait for you, even if it takes na eternity for me to prove to you just how badly I want you." He continues. “My first act of proof—vengeance. Whoever lays a finger on you will suffer in my hands.” Without waiting for any response, he flies away in a blink of an eye.

Jeongguk knows he could never beat Apollo when it comes to strength—but he was wiser, he had the leverage. He knows exactly what made Apollo weak: his desire for Daphne.

So, the god of lust and desire nocks two arrows: one of a flame, and the other of rust. The arrow of flames hit Apollo, filling him with insatiable lust for Daphne.

While Daphne, the naiad nymph, was struck with the arrow of rust, filling her with repulsion at the very sight of Apollo.

Now, Apollo will suffer by never getting what he desires. He will live through his immortality experiencing the agony of longing for someone he can never have. The bow and arrow in Jeongguk’s hands disappear into dust.

“What do those arrows do?” Jeongguk turns around upon hearing the velvety voice of the god of love. He turns around with a smirk. “Oh? You’re curious? You’re not going to tell me I’m just going to hurt them?” He has a playful smile on his face now.

JImin shakes his head, “Whatever you did, he deserves it.” Jeongguk laughs, taking Jimin by the waist and pulling him close. “That’s my man.” He teases, biting his lip.

The god of love simply rolls his eyes, gently pushing Jeongguk to create distance between them, but he doesn’t move away from his hold, though. “I’m a god.” Jimin corrects. “My man sounds more cute.” Jeongguk defends.

“Didn’t expect the word ‘cute’ to come out of the lips of the god of lust.” Jimin raises his eyebrow and smiles. Jeongguk shrugs, “I guess you could say you bring out the worst in me.” Jimin glares at him, “Hey! For someone who claimed to ‘pine for me every single day’—” Jimin says, trying his best to imitate Jeongguk’s voice, “—you’re pretty rude!” He pouts.

Jeongguk’s gaze fall on the smaller one’s lips, biting his own to stop himself from smiling widely at how cute Jimin was being. “I know you could bring out the best in me too.” Jeongguk smiles.

Jimin tilts his head, “and what would that be?”

Slowly, the god of desire leans in to whisper in Jimin’s ear, intentionally brushing his lips against it, “My moans.”

Jimin gasps, hand flying to cover Jeongguk’s mouth. “Jeongguk!!!” He exclaims in surprise, cheeks flushing pink. Jimin wiggles out of Jeongguk’s hold and floats away as the latter laughs.

“Come back here, lover boy! I’m just being honest!” The god of desire chuckles, hopping of the ground to fly away with Jimin. “Stop following me!” Jimin playfully complains.

“Second act of proving my love to you—honesty! Don’t you like it?” Jeongguk teases the god of love.

“Aaah! Keep your hands to yourself!”

“I just want to hold your hand!!”

“Jeongguk!!!!”

And they continue to bicker as they flew back to Olympus, their voices getting fainter the farther they were from the ground.

That was how it all started—the romance between the god of love and the god of lust and desire—a beautiful enigma.

#short au #jikook #jikookau #jikook au

[inkedrkives]

hot chocolate and a confession

Another thunder echoes around the jock's penthouse. He drinks from his whiskey glass, not paying any attention to the news running in the background.

His phone rings, smirking as he read the Caller ID. He placed the phone against his ear and answers the call.

"Ya, could you just please come down here and take your files?" It was Park Jimin, the university council president.

"Come up." Jeongguk says, leaning on the edge of the couch. He loved to push Jimin's buttons.

"Apparently, you didn't put me on your guest list, so the security won't let me in." Jimin snaps.

"You texted me saying the security would let me in—" Jimin was interrupted by a loud clap of thunder, Jeongguk swore he heard Jimin yelp. He stood upright, putting his whiskey down on the coffee table. "Jimin?" He calls out, but the call already ended.

Jeongguk dials him again, but Jimin doesn't answer. He dials the head of the HR division. One ring and someone answers right away, "How may I help you, sir Jeon?"

"Didn't I tell you to update my guest list?"

"Yes, sir, I'm about to—"

"You're fired."

Jeongguk ends the call abruptly, tossing his phone on the leather couch before heaving a frustrated sigh. He turns his attention to the television. "A storm warning has been issued by—"

"Shit." Jeongguk curses. He was about to grab his phone on the couch to try and reach Jimin again, but then someone rings the doorbell.

He ignores the doorbell for a while, grabbing his phone and calling Jimin. He hears the faintest ringtone coming from the other side of the door.

His eyes widened, feet moving quickly. When he opens the door, he finds Jimin, hands shaking, struggling to take a hold of his phone from his bag.

"Jimin." Jeongguk says his name. When Jimin looks up to meet his eyes, the university athlete was caught off guard. Jimin's eyelashes were a little damp from crying.

Jeongguk reached out to hug him. "Shhh. It's okay. You're safe here. I'm sorry. It was my mistake."

Jimin clenched his fists on Jeongguk's chest, wrinkling the jock's shirt. "You're an asshole." Jimin pushes Jeongguk lightly. The taller one was relieved to hear the president's arrogant tone again, "If you dad wasn't the chairman, I would've left your files under the rain."

Jeongguk slides his hands down Jimin's arms, stopping at his hand to hold it. "I know. Come in." He says, hands still holding Jimin's as he walked into the penthouse.

Jimin and Jeongguk despised each other, but t wasn't always like this. They were civil, friends even. It wasn't until their second year of college when they played truth or dare at a party, where a friend of theirs dared Jeongguk to kiss Jimin. Both buzzed in alcohol, the university josh and prince charming president happily obliged. The next day, sober and hungover, Jimin remembers that that kiss was his first kiss.

"It was just a kiss, Park." Jeongguk sighs while shoving his sweaty jersey into his backpack. Jimin came to see him at the locker room. To bad for Jimin, he couldn't just dismiss it as 'just a kiss', he liked Jeongguk. Since then, Jimin swore to replace fondness with spite.

The floor to ceiling windows of the penthouse showcased the rage of the storm. "Make yourself at home." Jeongguk says as he guided Jimin to the living room.

"Do you want some alcohol?" Jeongguk offers, earning a glare from Jimin as he sat on the couch. The athlete laughs, knowing precisely what the glare was for. They were both drunk when they kissed, and alcohol just reminded Jimin of that.

"Dinner?" Jeongguk smiles. Jimin rolls his eyes. "And then what, 'It's just dinner, Park.'?" A chuckle leaves the jock's lips. He walks to Jimin and gets on one knee before him as the former stayed seated on the couch.

"Jimin-ah, I only said that cause I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. If I only knew it was your first—" Jimin looks away, but Jeongguk continues, "—if I only knew it was your first kiss, I wouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

Jimin sighs, still refusing to look at the man before him. It was only the second time they talked about the kiss. "It's not your fault.. we were both drunk." He says, lips pouting into a little beak.

"I wasn't drunk." Jeongguk admits, making Jimin turn to meet his eye, regretting it the moment he does; because Jeongguk was gazing back at him with doe eyes, sincere yet tantalizing.

Jeongguk rested his elbows on Jimin's knees, crossing his arms. "I was tipsy, yes, but I wasn't drunk. I knew what I was doing."

"I had a little crush on you, you see. And when they gave me that dare, I figured it would be the best excuse to kiss you, and probably the only chance I have too. So I did it." The jock only smiles before standing up to walk to the kitchen.

"Then the next day you came to see me at the locker rooms, telling me how pissed off you are for taking your first kiss. I thought 'ah, guess i'm not his type', so I told you to forget about it, that it was just a kiss. Pretend it didn't happen and give it to someone you like or something." Jeongguk speaks while he was preparing a pot for a hot chocolate, taking some milk from the fridge and some cocoa.

"Then you started giving me the cold shoulders, I didn't understand, but I guess it's better than you ignoring me, right?" he starts putting the ingredients together and steam coming off from the stove as he does.

Jeongguk heaves a long sigh. "Geez, why am I even telling you this?" He rolls his eyes but laughs, "Got me confessing all of a sudden just because I saw you pout." He mutters under his breath, but Jimin heard him anyway.

Jimin was light on his feet that Jeongguk doesn't notice that he was already standing behind him. The taller one feels a tug on his sweater, and when he turn around, Jimin leans up and kisses him softly.

When Jimin gently pulls away, Jeongguk had a little smile on his face. Jimin mumbles, "You said I could give my kiss to someone I like..or something.."

Jeongguk bites his lower lip before resting his free hand on the small of Jimin's back, "Does this mean you like me too? I knew it." He boasts, earning an eye roll from the charming council president. "You're so full of yourself."

"Yea?" Jeongguk teases softly, leaning in to give Jimin a peck on the lips, pulling him in slowly as his hand rested on the latter's lower back. "Why aren't you stopping me, then?" He gives him another quick kiss on the lips.

"You fall under the category 'or something'." Jimin reasoned out, letting a little shyness shine through his ice.

Jeongguk turns the stove off, giving his full attention to Jimin now. He takes a few steps forward, away from the stove, while Jimin takes a few steps backward.

"Hm.." Jeongguk hums, wrapping his arms to hug Jimin on his waist, pulling the smaller one towards him. "Okay, 'or something'" he teases, "Truce?"

Jimin pretends to think, resting his hands on Jeongguk's biceps. "As long as I get to taste the hot chocolate you're making." He smiles for the first time tonight.

A grin finds its way to Jeongguk's lips, "Deal. You can even have the entire thing."

"Okay, deal." The smaller one nods. Jeongguk laughs, sporting his bunny smile as he does. "I can't with you, so it only takes a hot chocolate to melt your pretty little ice."

Jimin laughs, eyes turning into crescent moons, "Hot chocolate and a confession." He corrects.

The claps of thunder around them was long forgotten as the butterflies in their stomachs brewed their own storm—a new flame between the jock and the council president.

#drabble #jikook #jikookau #jikook au

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the vampire & his human

vampire jeongguk with his first ever human friend, jimin “i hate taking photos”

“just one! so i have something to show my grandchildren”

“you mean our grandchildren” vamp jeongguk mutters under his breath.

#drabble #jikook #jikookau #jikook au

[inkedrkives]

It's always been you.

Jimin was looking over the cue cards. He was hosting The Fact Music Awards tonight, but he was out of focus. His long term boyfriend was yet in another dating rumor.

Being in a secret relationship with the biggest producer in the country wasn't easy. Dispatch would always post articles about him, pairing him together with almost every artist that would walk out of his studio.

"I'm sorry, love." Jeongguk would kiss him apologetically, knowing it was difficult for Jimin.

Jimin had been cheated on by his ex before he met Jeongguk, and it took a lot of trust before Jimin entrusted his heart to the producer. So, every rumor always bothered him, but he trusts Jeongguk.

When the claps died down, the teleprompter signals him that it was time for the 'Producer of the Year' Award. So, Jimin flips his cue card, announcing the nominees.

As expected, it was an overwhelming victory for his boyfriend, Jeongguk. The host immediately calls him on stage to hand him the trophy, with Jeongguk intentionally brushing his fingers with Jimin's as he takes it.

Jeongguk gave his speech, and as he was ending, he calls for the silence of the audience. All of the lights were focused on him, “I have a little secret I want to tell you all, especially my fans.” He says, and Jimin turns to face him, although he was a few meters away.

“I’ve been dating someone for a while now, two years and two hundred six days, to be exact.” He laughs, then looks at Jimin. This time, he smiles warmly. Several of the spotlights move to where Jimin was standing. Jeongguk speaks into the mic, “I’ve been counting, because every single day with you is such a blessing.”

The big screen shows the both of them looking at each other. Their outfits, black and white, yin and yang, so perfect together.

"The media writes countless of articles about me, but I am making a declaration to you, and the whole world is welcome to witness it." Jeongguk turns to face Jimin, and slowly, he walks to him. Now, they were only inches apart. "Park Jimin, it's only you. It has always been you, just you, my love." He declares, before leaning in to kiss Jimin.

The crowd roars as their lips connected. Jimin almost drops the mic in his hands. Luckily for him, Jeongguk gently broke off the kiss. He giggles while their nose touched. "I'm so gonna get back at them." The producer whispers.

"Wha—" but Jimin was interrupted by Jeongguk turning his attention back to the audience and taunts, "I'd love to see you write an article about this, Dispatch." And for the second time that night, the crowd goes wild.

— End.

#drabble #jikook #jikookau #jikook au

[inkedrkives]

Angel

Jeongguk takes one last puff before dropping his cigarette on the floor, rubbing the soles of his shoes against it. He sighs. He spent the night drinking at a pub.

Tonight was Jimin's birthday, his ex-boyfriend.

Jeongguk got into a lot of trouble, while Jimin was the epitome f a perfect human. He was bleeding and bruised when he first came across Jimin. Just like today, it was raining when they first met.

"Are you okay?" Jeongguk hears a gently voice despite his ringing ears. He was slumped on the ground, hair and clothes soaked from the rain. The blonde boy got on his knees, extending his arm a little to share the umbrella with the tattooed man.

"Sorry, that was a stupid question. Obviously, you're not okay." Jimin softly laughs, but Jeongguk could see his eyes filled with panic, even under the dimly lit alley.

Jeongguk's eyes fall on the blonde boy's knees. His pants are already wet from being on the floor.

"Let me help you up." Jimin says, slowly moving his arms around the bigger one's waist. The blonde boy speaks again, "Could you put your arm around my shoulder please? So it will be easier to support you." He requests.

Jeongguk refused, lightly pushing Jimin's arm away. "You shouldn't even be out here by yourself, Angel." He says, "It's dangerous."

The blonde boy pouts, "Then you shouldn't be out here by yourself either. Specially at that state." His tone straightforward and naggy, earning a chuckle out of the tattooed boy.

"If you don't let me help you right now, guess I'll have to stay here with you." Jimin exclaims. Jeongguk realized that if he was stubborn, the angelic boy before him was so much worse. So he smiles in defeat.

Jimin was a veterinarian, but he knew how to treat basic wounds on people too. Jeongguk visited his clinic almost every day, and often, he'd come with cuts and bruises. Jimin would always reprimand him.

In Jeongguk's eyes, Jimin is too good, too pure for this world—an angel; Jeongguk swore he would allow no harm near Jimin.

But Jeongguk made enemies, and on one unfortunate night, one of them raided Jimin's clinic looking for Jeongguk. Jimin never spoke, never even opened his lips, because he loved Jeongguk, so, so much; and this almost cost him his life.

Jeongguk wished it was him, he prayed—begged even—for the gods to switch their place. He wished it was him who was lying on the hospital bed. But his prayers fell on deaf ears. When Jimin woke up, he didn't remember Jeongguk at all, and it crushed him; but Jeongguk thinks that maybe this was how his prayer was answered. Jimin was better off not bring involved with him. So he took himself out of Jimin's life, and quietly watched him from afar.

Jeongguk was about to leave the pub, ready to brace himself from getting wet under the rain when he runs to the carpark.

But it was like deja vu, because yet again, Jimin was standing before him, extending an arm to share his umbrella with the taller man.

"Hi. Where are you going without an umbrella? I could walk you there." He smiles, the very warm smile that Jeongguk longed for every single day. He missed being this close to Jimin, and it was painful to even stop himself from holding him in his arms.

"Hey, mister?" He waves at Jeongguk's face. "Do you want to take my umbrella? I'm just heading into the pub, anyway!" He offers.

So kind, as always. An angel. Jeongguk thinks.

"No, keep it. I'll be fine." He says.

"Ah, I insist." Jimin lifts the umbrella a bit, signaling the tattooed boy to take it. "Plus, you feel familiar to me. I might end up regretting it if I don't give your this umbrella." Jimin says, taking Jeongguk's right hand and making him hold the device.

Jeongguk felt a spark in the pit of his stomach when their hands touch. Jimin gives him a big smile, his eyes turning into crescent moons as he waves. "Hope to see you around again! I love your tattoos, by the way!"

Jimin then put a hand over his head and starts to jog towards the pub.

In Jeongguk's peripheral view, he sees a single headlight, uncontrollably swaying. When he turns to check, he sees a drunk drives losing control of his motorbike, and it was about to hit Jimin.

So, his feet moved almost as fight as lightning, umbrella falling on the floor as Jeongguk ran to move Jimin out of the way.

Because he promised.

He promised that no harm would fall upon Jimin.

And he was not going to break that twice.

Jeongguk's body hit the cold ground, and Jimin was frantically crying beside him, knees on the floor and hair dripping wet. "Stay with me, please. Don't close your eyes." He begs Jeongguk. "Just look at me, hm? Please. Stay with me." Jimin's sobs were starting to fade away in Jeongguk's ears, his vision turning white little by little.

With his last ounce of energy, he lifts his hand, palm resting on Jimin's tear-stained cheeks. He smiles, "My angel." He whispers, eyes slowly coming to a close.

— End.

#drabble #jikook #jikookau #jikook au

[inkedrkives]

Lake House

an arranged marriage between Jimin and Jeongguk, two people in love. it was a fairytale—until everything fell apart when Jimin receives a photo of a woman in his husband’s clothing.

Both eighteen and in love, Jimin and Jeongguk were arranged to marry each other. It was a breeze, they got along well with each other’s families, despite their marriage being for business convenience; they didn’t mind. Imagine growing up with the love of your life, falling for each other every day, and eventually, marry each other—it was a fairytale.

But misunderstandings got in the way. Someone got into the locker rooms while Jeongguk was out on the field, training. A person so obsessed with the university-famous soccer player becomes the antagonist to their perfect love story. She destroys the padlock of Jeongguk’s locker, and lucky for her, he never found a need to set a passcode. Not until that incident, at least. She takes a jersey from Jeongguk’s duffel bag, wears it over her uniform, clicks a photo using Jeongguk’s phone, and sends it to Jimin through the same device. 

Jimin accused Jeongguk of cheating then; and the latter, frustrated and baffled at how Jimin would think he could cheat on him. Jimin couldn’t bring himself to believe Jeongguk. Not yet. 

Ever since, they stopped wearing their wedding rings on their fingers. Putting it on as a show when they’re with their parents, but taking it off when they’re out in public. They barely talked to each other now. Jeongguk left the lake house gifted to the both of them during their engagement party, knowing Jimin would be restless when he was around. 

But he was wrong—Jimin missed him every passing second of the day. He regretted reacting the way he did before listening to Jeongguk’s side; because he should’ve known better. He grew up with him, Jeongguk wasn’t capable of hurting him like that. He let his emotions take over. 

“Oh my God!” Taehyung shakes him back to his senses. “What the hell, Jimin!” He watched as his best friend frantically searched for inside Jimin’s bag. For a few moments, Jimin was confused; not until he felt lightheaded. He realized he’s been absentmindedly eating peanuts—ironically his best friend’s favorite snack. Taehyung was on his phone the entire time Jimin was spacing out and munching away that he didn’t notice Jimin eating from his lunch box. 

Jimin started to wheeze as he had difficulty in breathing, his hand flew to his chest, clenching his shirt. People started to notice what was happening. “Shit, Jimin, you don’t have an EpiPen?!” Taehyung exclaims as he grabs his phone, dialing Jeongguk immediately. 

When Jeongguk receives the phone call, he swiftly grabs the EpiPen from his duffel bag, running out the locker room without a single care that his hair was dripping wet from the shower, and his tattoos were on full display for the campus to see. He only had one person in his mind—his husband Jimin.

“Move! Move!” Taehyung hears Jeongguk excuse himself from the small crowd around them. Jimin was lucky to have a best friend with an initiative. Taehyung knew what to do while he waited for Jeongguk. Jimin was laying flat on the grass, feet elevated off the ground.

“Jimin. I’m here. It’s okay, I’m right here.” Jeongguk whispers reassuringly before injecting the EpiPen on Jimin’s thigh. Jimin held onto his husband’s arm, vision starting to blur from the lack of oxygen. “I’m right here. You’re going to be alright.” He heard Jeongguk whisper before he closed his eyes.

—

Jimin woke up in his bed—well, his and Jeongguk’s bed. He was expecting Jeongguk to be right beside him when he woke up, but to his dismay, his husband’s side of the bed was empty and untouched. He gets up from the bed and takes a shawl. He stops in his tracks when he notices someone out their deck by the fire. Their room was fronting the lake. 

Jeongguk had his elbows on his knees when he felt something warm wrap around him. He looks up to see Jimin wrapping the both of them with a shawl as he smiles, butterflies waking up to flutter in his stomach again. It’s been weeks since he was this close to his husband. “Hey.” He was speechless, Jimin chuckles. “Hi.” The smaller one blushed as he sank on the couch, hands wrapping around Jeongguk’s left arm as he rested his head on the soccer player’s shoulder.

They shared a comfortable silence for a while, looking at the lake and how the moon reflected on the surface. The light sound the burning wood made created a calming ambience for the both of them. Jeongguk looked over to his left to watch Jimin. The smaller one had his eyes closed. Jeongguk smiled, watching the color of the light flame reflect on his husband’s face. “You’re beautiful.” He whispers to himself. 

“Hm?” Jimin hums, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Jeongguk. His heart skipped a beat when he caught Jeongguk already looking at him with a fond smile on his face. “Nothing.” His husband whispers. Comfortable silence befalls them again, with nothing but the sound of wood burning and the crickets in the forest surrounding their lake house. 

Jeongguk speaks up. “Can I give you a kiss?” He asks, voice gentle. Jimin nods, closing his eyes. He feels Jeongguk lean in. Then, he felt a pair of lips on his forehead. He frowns, but his stomach flips nevertheless. Jeongguk sees the pout and laughs, “Disappointed?” 

Jimin nods again. “How could you say I’m beautiful and only kiss me on the forehead?” He pouts. 

“Because I don’t know if it’s okay—if we’re okay. We haven’t talked about what happened.” Jeongguk honestly answers as their noses touch. “But we don’t have to talk about it right now.” He kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose. “You need to rest. You really scared me back there.” He kisses Jimin’s nose again. “I told you to always bring an EpiPen with you.”

“I’m sorry.” Jimin says. “For that and..and that I got upset with yout right away. I let my emotions take over me. I didn’t even listen to anything you said.” He continues. Jeongguk shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry for what you felt, Jimin. You’re entitled to it, honor your emotions. It’s valid.”

Jeongguk pulls his left arm away from Jimin’s hold and wraps it around the latter’s shoulders instead. Jimin snuggled into his husband’s chest as he held the shawl around them. “I was just hurt that you would think I was capable of doing that to you. But don't ever apologize for being angry.” Jeongguk says, and Jimin felt his hold tighten around his shoulders. “I’m sorry too, for letting it happen.”

Jimin tilted his head up and brought his left hand to touch Jeongguk’s cheeks. “It wasn’t your fault. Who would’ve thought some creep would use your phone and do that. I was just—afraid. I was afraid of the thought of losing you.” 

Jeongguk rubs his hand along Jimin’s arm to keep the latter warm. “I know. You will never lose me. I love you, and only you.” He whispers, and Jimin gets another kiss on the forehead. “I missed you, do you know that?” Jeongguk smiles. 

Jimin closes the proximity between their faces, his hand moving from Jeongguk’s cheek to his neck. When his hand was on Jeongguk’s chest, he felt something. “Oh?” Jimin’s attention shifted from Jeongguk’s lips to the object on his chest. 

With his right hand, Jeongguk pulls out the chain around his neck, revealing their wedding ring. He always wore it as a pendant. “I always wear our wedding ring. So each day, I hold a piece of you close to my heart.” He grins, “Plus, you’re my lucky charm.” He continued, and he was being honest. Whenever his team had a tournament, he made sure he wore his wedding ring around his neck.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed warm and pink; butterflies erupting with joy in his stomach. “Jeon Jeongguk, you are so perfect.” He smiles, hand moving to rest on the back of Jeongguk’s neck. 

“I love you.” He declares, before finally zeroing in on Jeongguk’s lips to kiss him; and God, he swore there could never be anything more perfect than their lips moving together.

Jimin rested his head on Jeongguk’s chest as the latter wrapped his arm around his husband’s shoulder. They stay snuggled up like that for a few hours, sharing quiet kisses every so often, giggling like they’ve fallen in love with each other all over again. 

The night grew darker and the fire slowly calmed down into an ember. Time flew as they both fell asleep under the moonlight, listening to the light crackling of firewood, with nothing but each other and a shawl to keep them warm. 

—

Jeongguk carried Jimin to their bedroom. They shouldn’t sleep outside, lest they catch a cold. 

“Stay.” Jeongguk hears his husband say softly as he laid him down on the mattress. He smiles, “I will. I just have to change into something more comfortable and I’ll join you in bed, okay?” He reassures and tries to stand upright to leave—but Jimin looped his finger around the wedding ring dangling off Jeongguk’s neck.

“Stay, please.” Jimin shyly says, biting his lip as he looked into Jeongguk’s eyes.

Jimin lightly tugs on the wedding ring to pull the other closer. Jeongguk chuckles, resting his right hand on the bed,  “I’ll be quick. I’ll join you in a bit. Go back to sleep.” He whispers. 

Jimin shakes his head, and a smile finds its way to Jeongguk’s lips. He leans in, gently planting a kiss on his husband’s lips, plump pair moving in sync before he pulls away slowly. Jimin pouts, wanting to feel Jeongguk’s lips on his again. 

A soft chuckle leaves Jeongguk’s lips as he climbs on the bed, stature hovering over Jimin. Jeongguk stayed on his knees as he took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. He leans in and kisses Jimin’s neck, leaving marks on his husband’s supple skin. 

—

It was fortunate that they lived in a lake house, because the noise coming from their master’s bedroom would be enough to jolt their neighbors awake. In contrast to their quiet and calm moments earlier, this time, they were nothing but loud and lewd. Not that they moan intentionally, they just couldn’t help it. They missed each other desperately, and it showed. 

“Mmmh, you’re so tight.” Jeongguk moans, head leaning back as he thrusted into Jimin. “I—ah—I missed you.” Jimin managed to say before he bites his lip, grabbing a handful of his husband’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss. “Mmph, mmph, mmph, haaaa.” Jimin moans into the kiss. 

Jeongguk kisses Jimin's jaw, then to his neck, before taking Jimin’s sensitive bud between his teeth and running his tongue over and over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jimin curses under his breath, nails dragging along Jeongguk’s back. His husband thrusted into him faster. “Ah, ah, ah, ah—Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk.” Jimin almost cries at the pleasure he was feeling. 

Jimin whimpers when Jeongguk suddenly pulls out, but before he could even complain, Jeongguk slams back into him, deeper. “Auuughhh, fuuuuck.” Jeongguk moans, eyes almost rolling back at how good it feels. Jeongguk’s large hands find Jimin’s thighs, and without relenting his thrusts, he lifts his husband’s legs, making them dangle over either of his shoulders. “Fuck, baby.” Jeongguk cursed under his breath. His husband was flexible, alright.

“Oh, Oh-h-h, fuck!” Jimin’s palms hit the wall while the other clenched the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it, right there.” He begged, and Jeongguk obliged. Left hand putting pressure on Jimin’s abdomen while his right hand grabbed the headboard. 

The harder Jeongguk thrusted into Jimin, the harder the bed rocked back and forth, hitting the wall over and over again. “Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.” Jeongguk moaned his husband’s name, eyes coming to a close.

Jimin opens his lips, “Fuck me—A-ah—show me how much you missed me.” 

Jeongguk opens his eyes and looks down, he marvels at the sight before him. Jimin’s flustered cheeks, damp eyelashes, and swollen lips. 

Jeongguk snapped. He grunts, grip tightening on the headboard while his other hand wrapped around Jimin’s leaking member. “H–haa, fuck.” Jimin moans, back arching as Jeongguk stroked his cock. “Oh, oh, oh-h—oumphh.” Jimin fists the sheets in pleasure.

“Fuck, I missed your moans, baby. I miss the sounds you make.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow as he thrusted into Jimin in a relentless pace, stroking the latter’s cock in the same rhythm. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, baby, fuck, I’m c–close!” Jimin writhes, both hands flying to claw on his husband’s back, leaving marks to remember tonight by. 

“Together—Augh—let’s—fuck—come together.” Jeongguk pants, and when he sees Jimin frantically nod, he lets go of all inhibitions. He growls as he bucked his hips into Jimin, gripping the headboard tight as the bed croaked. “Fuck, right there, right there, right there!! Don’t st—ah, ah, ah—don’t stop!!” Jimin’s voice was music to Jeongguk’s ear. Jimin’s right leg slips from Jeongguk’s shoulder. “I—o-ouugh–I wish you could see yourself right n-now.” Jimin pants, a smirk finding its way to his face. 

The way Jeongguk looked so fucked out was Jimin’s ecstasy. Beads of sweat were gliding down his chest, jaw tightening with every grunt he made, and the way his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. Jimin was in heaven, and Jeongguk was on high. Their bodies trembled together as they came, cum leaking from Jimin’s hole, and Jimin cumming onto Jeongguk’s hand. 

Jeongguk let go of the headboard as he rested over Jimin, elbows supporting his weight. Jimin runs his hands from the small of Jeongguk’s back to his shoulder blades. He wraps his left arm around his top’s shoulder, while he softly caresses Jeongguk’s hair with the other. “It’s okay, you can lay on top of me.” He whispers, kissing the side of Jeongguk’s temple. So, gently, Jeongguk rests his head on Jimin’s chest, feeling it heave up and down as they both catch their breaths. 

“Can we stay like this for a while?” Jimin asks, exhaustion starting to kick in. Jeongguk looks up to check on Jimin, he smiles as he sees his husband already closing his eyes. “Go to sleep, baby. I got you.” He spoke softly, leaning up to give Jimin a peck on the lips. “Hmm.” Jimin hums, “Don’t pull out, okay?” He mumbles, earning a soft laugh from Jeongguk. He could tell Jimin was close to falling asleep. “Okay.” He answers, giving him another peck on the lips before resting his head back down on Jimin’s chest. Jimin fell asleep shortly after, his left arm still hugging Jeongguk, while the other rested behind Jeongguk’s head. 

Jeongguk cleaned Jimin up while the latter was asleep, and after he managed to put on some clothes on Jimin, he carried him to the guest room where they would spend the rest of their night; taking a mental note to change the sheets in the master’s bedroom first thing in the morning. 

—

After settling Jimin on the bed, Jeongguk unclasps the chain around his neck, letting the ring fall on his palm. He smiled as he slipped the ring snuggly around his finger. 

“Jeongguk.” He hears Jimin mumble in his sleep, voice soft like a cloud. He slips under the duvet and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist. “I’m here.” He whispers, snuggling his nose on the curve of his husband’s neck. “I’m right here.”

#lake house #short au #jikook #jikookau #jikook au #jeongguk is the softest husband there is #when is it my turn #idk if i wanna be jimin or jungkook