#s:jhb17

[hungline]

be there when i fall

pairings: jihope, side yoonjin and vmonkook  genre: fluff, uni au, rated t  warnings: implied sexual content, promised sexual favors, boys falling on ice   words: 1600 

summary: Jimin hates ice skating, but he does love Hoseok, even if Namjoon is an Ice King and the two grandpas of their group are being assholes. 

At least Taehyung and Jeongguk seem to feel his pain. 

⇢ part two of jihope bingo 2017 

“Hey, come on. I got you.”

Hoseok’s voice is low and deep and all kinds of perfect to Jimin, but he's too busy panicking about falling on his assーor worse, his faceーto care about Hoseok trying to reassure him. It's cold and wet and Jimin’s knees are shaking but he's not really sure what the main cause of that may be.

All in all, Jimin hates ice skating.

Put him on the dance floor and he's like water flowing down a river. Put him on a stage and it's like he’s a bird soaring across the sky. Put him in a dance studio and it's like Jimin’s boneless, moving so smoothly across the hard surfaced floor that even he is left in awe.

Jimin can dance like no one’s business and his movements are always so fluid. He walks like he's on a runway, something that Jeongguk used to tease him about and something that Hoseok loves about him now. When one thinks of Park Jimin, clumsy is not something that comes to mind.

However, put Jimin on an ice rink, and suddenly he can't even stand.

Hoseok isn't much better either though. He's a dancer himself, just like Jimin, and that's how they happened to meet back in Jimin’s freshmen year of college. But the two have always been known for their elegance while moving. It's a trademark of theirs.

Currently, they've just entered the ice rink with Namjoon and his two boyfriends following right after him, but Hoseok has already fallen on his ass twice and Jimin hasn't let go of the side of the rink once. Seokjin and Yoongi sit atop the bleachers, holding hands and drinking hot cocoa that the eldest made while they laugh at the five men on the ice who can't even stand up.

All except for Namjoon that is.

Jimin half expects his hyung to skate a figure eight around them and then jump into the air before landing back onto the ice. Namjoon can't walk across a flat surface without finding something to trip on, but skating seems to have brought out the elegance in him. Taehyung and Jeongguk keep yelling at their boyfriend for being so good while they cling to each other to stay upright.

Maybe that's why Jimin’s so afraid of letting go of the side of the rink. He's almost positive that if Namjoon suddenly became an Ice King, then Jimin would be Bambi trying to walk across ice.

The two eldest of their group have refused to even consider renting a pair of ice skates, both claiming that falling on their asses was a total waste of their time and they'd rather be doing anything else other than skating. Jimin just now realizes how right the two eldest are and wishes he'd given heed to their warnings when the group had first planned to go ice skating.

Jimin hates ice skating. So much. It's cold and wet and dumb and it looks like it hurt like a bitch when Hoseok and Taehyung fell not too long ago. Jimin very much just wants to go back to his apartment and cuddle up with Hoseok on the couch and drink their gross hot cocoa while they watch some dumb Christmas movie.

Instead he's on an ice rink, struggling to stand and clinging to the side of the rink like it's his lifeline. Which, to him, it very much is.

Hoseok has one hand on his waist and the other beside Jimin’s on the rink’s border. Jimin wishes he could feel the warm, soft press of Hoseok’s fingertips on his skin, but they're both wearing gloves and padded jackets to keep them from freezing on the ice. Seokjin and Yoongi have a blanket around their shoulders, sharing warmth and occasional kisses and sipping from their thermoses of hot cocoa and Jimin feels threatened.

He and Hoseok are the cute couple, not Yoongi and Seokjin. They shouldn't be allowed to be so cute when he and Hoseok are struggling just to stand.

Although, Jimin reasons that the ice he's on is a bit more important matter at the moment.

“I'm going to die,” Jimin says, his voice hoarse and eyes on his hands instead of his feet.

Hoseok laughs behinds him and nudges him until Jimin’s forced to take a step forward, still clinging to the side of the rink. “Come on! I fell twice and I'm fine. Plus, you have more cushioning than me in case you fall.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and sighs as Namjoon glides past them once more with Jeongguk shooting daggers at his boyfriend as he does. “Don't be gross, hyung. This is serious.”

“You're being melodramatic, Jiminnie. How about we make a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

Hoseok smirks and brings his lips to Jimin’s ear, pressing himself closer to the younger man as he does. “Every ten steps you take, I’ll give you a kiss. Every lap you make around this rink, I’ll give you a blowie.”

Jimin arches a brow, undeniably intrigued. “And if I fall?”

“Then I'll rim you for how ever long your ass is on the ice. Do we have a deal?”

“I don't know,” Jimin says, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches Taehyung try and stop Jeongguk from jumping onto Namjoon’s back when the eldest passes them as well.

Hoseok presses a chaste kiss to Jimin’s lips and nuzzles his nose into Jimin’s round cheek. “Come on, Minnie. Let's have some fun! Finals are over and all we've done for the past three months is study, study, and even more studying. I don't think we've boned in, like, four days!”

Jimin laughs and almost loses his balance, clutching onto the rink’s border even tighter as he rights himself. “Fine! We have a deal. But you have to hold my hand the entire time.”

Hoseok smiles and it's like the breath has been knocked out of Jimin’s lungs. “Deal.”

So Jimin lets Hoseok tug him along, taking slow calculative steps, counting up to ten before kissing Hoseok and starting all over again. They fall three more times, but watching Taehyung tackle Jeongguk to the ice to keep him from sabotaging Namjoon is much more entertaining. Jimin can hear Seokjin’s high and reedy laugh from where he stands on the ice as the two youngest of their group fall, but he doesn't dare look up from his feet. He's afraid that if he does, he'll take an even nastier fall than before and really hurt himself, or even worse, hurt Hoseok.

Namjoon skates past them again and Jimin can't help but scoff under his breath, a bit annoyed. “Show off.”

Hoseok laughs beside him, shaking his head in mirth before shooting Namjoon a thumbs up as he stares back at them. “Joon’s not the one who's going to be rimmed for a minute and forty two seconds tonight, now is he?”

Jimin looks behind him and locks eyes with Taehyung who’s still struggling with keeping Jeongguk from attacking their boyfriend. “I suppose not, but knowing Tae, it'll probably be longer than that.”

Hoseok smiles and guides them forward again. “Well, that's true. You and Tae are the kinkiest fuckers I've ever met. And I know Yoongi!”

“You talking shit?” Yoongi yells at them.

Jimin stumbles then, surprised that Yoongi had been able to hear them and takes Hoseok down with him. They end up in a mess of shaved ice, groans, puffy jackets and fluffy hair in their faces before Hoseok begins to laughs atop him. Jimin smiles then, his face flushed and a warm feeling settling into his gut as he watches his boyfriend laugh so carefree and be so happy, be himself.

They've been cooped up in their apartment for so long, always preoccupied with school and then work that Jimin hasn't seen Hoseok like this in some time now. He's missed it. His boyfriend’s laugh is like music to Jimin’s ears and the face he makes is so priceless that it never fails to make Jimin amused in return.

Jimin really loves him. He loves Hoseok so much.

And slowly, Hoseok’s laugh begins to fade, a smile radiating so much warmth taking its place and Jimin’s left breathless again. Hoseok is so pretty to him. The slant of his heart-shaped lips, the slope of his nose, the sharp line of his jaw, even the pimple in between Hoseok’s eyebrows that he only gets when he's stressed is endearing to Jimin. Hoseok is so pretty and Jimin loves him so.

Namjoon stops beside them, offering a hand to help them up. And then suddenly Jeongguk has latched himself to Namjoon and they fall forwards on top of Hoseok and Jimin. Taehyung comes right after, slipping just as he reaches them and falling on top of Jeongguk. Jimin feels his legs kick out, trying in vain to dislodge the four very heavy men that are lying on top of him.

In the distance, Jimin can hear Seokjin and Yoongi laughing uncontrollably on the bleachers as they watch the commotion below them.

But Jimin doesn't care too much that they resorted to a dog pile of limbs, jackets and cold ice. When Hoseok lifts him up and presses a kiss to his temple in apology, he thinks that makes up for it.

But hearing Hoseok whisper, “Four minutes and fifty three seconds,” is much more exciting.

In the end, Jimin gets a lot more kisses, takes four laps around the rink, and falls seven more times before he and Hoseok call it quits, taking the short way home.

#jihope #networkjihope #btssunshinenet #bangtan bookclub #kwordsmiths #prettyboysnetwork #btsguild #betareadernet #bts #fluff #p:hoseok/jimin #f:btwif #s:jhb17 #m: fic

[hungline]

familiar to me as the sun

pairings: jihope, side vmon and jinkook  genre: fluff, angst, fantasy au, rated t  warnings: blood, minor character deaths  words: 3436 

summary: It has always just been Jimin and Hoseok, ever since the beginning.

⇢ part one of jihope bingo 2017 

When Jimin wandered off into the surrounding woods near his home at age four, Hoseok and his father found the crying toddler struggling to disentangle himself from a bush.

He was a tiny thing, shorter than half of Hoseok’s own height, but he was loud and he was also noticeable. Hoseok watched as his father bent down to whisper something to the shrubbery and wasn’t surprised when Jimin was spat out of its depths soon afterward.

Jimin’s face was red and splotchy and there was snot dribbling from his nose, but Hoseok could only stare at the splatter of blood that covered the boy’s clothes and most of his face.

It wasn’t his own, Hoseok could tell that it wasn’t.

The scent of magic lingered with the tangy iron smell that shrouded Jimin and it revolted Hoseok because the familiar part of him screamed that magical blood was sacred, yet Jimin was covered in it.

Hoseok’s father wordlessly held his hand out for the blanket in Hoseok’s knapsack and Hoseok obediently handed it over. The fae swaddled Jimin up in it then pulled the sniveling toddler into his arms, being careful to not let any part of him touch the dried blood on Jimin’s neck and chin.

Hoseok scrunched his nose at the odor, but followed after his father when the fae began to walk off in the direction that Jimin had come running from. He could pick up the trail through his familiar sense of smell. The same sense of smell that made him want to gag with one whiff of the blood covering Jimin.

The fae would occasionally let his hand drift over the trunks of a nearby tree and adjust his path. Hoseok kept silent and merely walked alongside his father, being careful to not collide into any trees while he side-eyed the toddler in his father’s arms. The boy wasn’t crying anymore. Instead, he kept murmuring something that sounded an awful lot like “mommy.” Hoseok wanted to pat him on the head and tell him everything was fine and he would be back with his mother soon, but Jimin being covered in blood told him that wouldn’t be the right thing to say.

So Hoseok stayed quiet, talking with his eyes alone as the little boy in his father’s arms finally met his gaze. Hoseok felt his fingertips tingle and a low hum began to sing in his bloodーhis fae blood to be exact. A trail of flowers bloomed ahead of him as his underdeveloped fae magic came to life and Hoseok’s father stopped in his tracks as he looked down towards the children.

Hoseok’s hair was curling and uncurling, his face was turning pink, and if Hoseok’s father squinted just a little bit, he would have seen that the whites of Hoseok’s eyes were tinted a very light green. Jimin’s hand was clenched into the fae’s shirt, his eyes blown wide and his small mouth hanging open. Both of the boys were in shock and although Hoseok’s father knew what had just happened, he merely sighed and continued to follow Jimin’s earlier path, being careful to not tread on the flowers that his son had made.

Hoseok stood unblinking for a few moments before he lurched forward and skipped after his father, the tips of his ears a bit sore and his blood thrumming through his veins. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the dark-haired toddler in his father’s arms. He almost didn’t realize it when they stepped into a clearing where a damaged cottage stood.

But his nose picked up the scent of rotting flesh and spilled magical blood and Hoseok found himself retching into the grass. He heaved again, his stomach in pain and particularly empty until his father’s soothing hand was placed on his back. Hoseok felt the thrum of magic in his father’s touch and he embraced it. He allowed the magic to settle within his bones and calm his churning stomach until the nausea eventually drifted away. Hoseok looked up to murmur a small thank you to his father until he noticed that Jimin was being set down beside him.

“Hobi, look after the boy. I’m going to go inside. If I don’t come out in five minutes, or you hear anything suspicious, you take him and you run. Run as fast as you can and don’t look back, but do not leave him behind. Do you understand?” Hoseok’s father’s tone was urgent and rushed and Hoseok understood the gravity of his father’s orders.

He nodded his head. “Okay, appa. I won’t leave him.”

His father leaned forward to brush his lips across Hoseok’s forehead and Hoseok let his fingers rub at the tip of his father’s ear.

When Hoseok’s father drew away, Hoseok whispered, “For luck.”

The fae ruffled his hair and turned towards Jimin.

“I’m going inside to get your things. You’re going to come live with us now, okay?” The fae made sure to keep his voice low and smooth, so as to not startle the young child.

Jimin blinked up at him and nodded, too afraid to speak in case he cried again. Hoseok’s father handed Hoseok a rag and wet it using water from his canteen before he notched his head in Jimin’s direction. Hoseok merely nodded his head again and scooted closer towards the toddler beside him to start cleaning his face. The fae stood and sprinted towards the cottage, cautiously looking around before he ducked under the slanting doorway.

Hoseok tenderly dabbed at the dried blood on Jimin’s chin, tongue between his teeth in concentration. He didn’t see the way Jimin was looking at him, but he felt it all the same anyways.

“Are y-you a fae?”

Hoseok almost wanted to giggle. The boy’s voice was so soft and so high and it made a blush rise to his cheeks as he thought about whether the boy was actually as soft as his voice.

“No,” Hoseok replied because technically, he wasn’t. He was only half.

“But youー” Jimin struggled to find the right words.

Hoseok arched a brow up in question and felt his hand grip the younger boy’s chin so he could get all the blood off. “What? Do you mean the flowers?”

His blood was thrumming in his veins again and Hoseok was mildly surprised when more flowers began to bloom around the pair.

“Mm,” Jimin hummed, his bottom lip between his teeth and his tiny hands reaching for a few of the buds.

“I’m only half-fae. My mother is a familiar, but my dad,” Hoseok threw a thumb over his shoulder in what he hoped was the direction of the cottage, “He’s a fae.”

“Are you a fa-familiar then?” Hoseok thought it was cute how Jimin struggled over forming his words correctly.

“No. I’m both.”

Jimin hummed again as if that answered everything and left no room for further questions.

“What’s your name?”

Hoseok smiled. “Jung Hoseok. And you?”

Jimin’s answering smile was one of the cutest things Hoseok had ever seen. “Park Jimin.”

“Cute,” Hoseok cooed.

Jimin stuck his tongue out at Hoseok and wrinkled his nose when the elder drew his hand away from Jimin’s chin, the blood gone from his face, but the stench of magic still lingering.

Hoseok was on the verge of saying something else when his father came bursting out of the cottage. In his arms was a ratty blanket tied together to keep the things held in it from falling out. His father’s face was a bit green, but the look on his face made the hairs on the back of Hoseok’s neck stand on end.

He knew what his father had found in the cottage. The fae reeked of death and magical blood.

Jimin was pulled into the fae’s arms again and Hoseok found himself holding the tied blanket as they walked back into the forest, leaving the damaged cottage behind them. Jimin stared over the fae’s shoulders, his little face somber and his gaze glued to Hoseok’s. Hoseok made silly faces at him to try and get a laugh out of the toddler, but the most he got was a tiny amused, smile.

When the three made it home, Hoseok’s mother bathed, fed, and clothed Jimin as efficiently and smoothly as she could. No one said it, but everyone knew why Jimin had fled the cottage, covered in blood and crying for his mother. Hoseok said nothing as Jimin held on a little too tightly to the front of his mother’s shirt when she clutched him to her chest that night, rocking him to sleep.

Hoseok wasn’t surprised to find the toddler tangled up with him in the sheets of his own bed when he woke up the next morning. The scent of Jimin’s clean skin overpowered the lingering stench of blood from the day before and Hoseok allowed the younger to nestle himself into Hoseok’s arms, feeling warm all around.

They never left each other’s sides after that.

  When Jimin began presenting at age eight, Hoseok didn't think anything of it.

Hoseok had always expected for Jimin to become a warlock. Jimin’s mother had been one and his father had probably been a familiar like Hoseok’s mother, so it was only natural that Jimin would present as a warlock too. Jimin may have been able to make flowers bloom at will, but Hoseok had been doing that ever since they first met. It was fine though, Jimin was only just developing and Hoseok, even as a child, understood what that would mean.

It would mean that Hoseok would, in fact, be serving Jimin as his familiar once they bound their magic together. Most people would think Hoseok as Jimin’s slave, because a warlock had complete control over their bound familiar, but Hoseok knew better. A bound familiar and their mage would be able to exchange levels of magic between one another. However, only familiars were able to drain their mage completely of magic, a mage wasn’t allowed that kind of power over their familiars.

Hoseok knew that he and Jimin would never use the magic binding against each other though. They were best friends and made for one another. Hoseok didn’t need to worry because Jimin was still just Hoseok’s Jimbles. The same dark-haired boy he shared a bed with during thunderstorms, ate every meal with, swapped clothes with and played catch with everyday from late morning to sundown. There were no differences in the way that Jimin treated him once he began presenting. He was still as bashful and as considerate as ever and he was still Hoseok’s best friend.

The only thing that changed was Jimin had to go to a “special school” for special people like him.

They played catch whenever Jimin wasn’t in class.

  When Jimin turned ten, Hoseok’s ears began to grow in.

His mother was ecstatic about it. Hoseok, however, was not.

The other children in the village mocked him. They called him many names (freak, weirdo, half-breed), but Hoseok made sure to not let on how much their words hurt him. His father had told him that to show weakness in the face of the enemy was as close to surrendering as the actual act itself and Hoseok refused to surrender. Especially not to dirty-faced eleven-year-olds who never wore shoes when they went out. Hoseok didn’t think himself better than anybody, but he knew that he would never let what the village children say about him affect him. He still had Jimin anyways and that was enough.

Jimin teased him about his ears sometimes, but Hoseok didn't take offense, not like he would have had it been anyone else teasing him.

Because it was still just his Jiminnie. The sweet, giggly, and fun warlock-in-training who was his best friend. Hoseok would blush whenever Jimin would touch his ears and soon enough, the younger boy picked up a habit of playing with them, often claiming that he was only helping the elder out.

Hoseok knew Jimin was just using that as an excuse to see the blush on his face whenever the warlock touched him.

They kept to themselves whenever they went around the village on most days then.

  When Jimin turned twelve, he asked Hoseok to give him his first kiss.

Hoseok, as the most amazing best friend he was, obliged. When they broke apart, Hoseok felt incredibly giddy and Jimin yelped when Hoseok turned into an ocelot.

Jimin rushed them home, with the feline clutched to his chest, and had to be calmed down by Hoseok’s mother when she talked them through the process of Hoseok changing back into his human form. Eventually, a tall, lanky, and brown-haired teenager was beside Jimin again and the young warlock threw himself into Hoseok’s arms, begging him to not do that again, without fair warning at least.

Hoseok’s familiar form had been revealed though and sometimes Jimin couldn’t help but describe some of the elder’s actions as cat-like. Hoseok would stick his tongue out at Jimin whenever he did and Jimin would laugh and ruffle Hoseok’s hair in response. Their play fighting would end with soft, clumsy kisses and smiles being pressed into each other’s skin.

The two never looked back.

They held hands whenever they went out.

  When Jimin graduated from his “special school”, he was fourteen.

Hoseok urged him to continue on to a more advanced school where the young warlock could really harness and hone his skills. Jimin avoided talk about continuing his education, he wanted to spend more time with Hoseok before he made any decisions about his future.

Hoseok’s father made the decision for Jimin instead.

It was on his deathbed that the old fae pleaded with Jimin to further his education and really master his magic. Jimin stood with tears in his eyes before the only father that he’d ever known. Hoseok was crying silently beside him, he’d always been right beside Jimin though, and in the last few moments before Hoseok’s father took his final breaths, he blessed them both with the remainder of his fae magic.

Hoseok felt his ears finish setting and his hair curl and a low thrumming began to sound from deep within him, but the feeling of Jimin’s fingers curled tightly within his hand, helped him settle. Jimin was glowing, a light green aura surrounding his figure, and his eyes shown much brighter than before and Hoseok knew that he was in love.

“With my blessing, you must promise to hold each other dearly,” Hoseok’s father spoke, his voice low and raspy. “You both know as well as I do that you were made for one another.”

All either of the two boys could do was nod. They’d learned about the real meaning of their reactions to one another when they first met years ago. Jimin’s nature magic had called to Hoseok’s fae blood and awoken it. Hoseok’s fae blood, in turn, had helped Jimin’s nature magic blossom. Together, they were powerful and Hoseok felt that power like an undercurrent singing through his veins, his airways, his everything.

“Jimin-ah, I want you to do this old man proud and really master your magic. Shiyuk is an old friend of mine, and he would love to have you at his school. Jimin-ah, don’t let your talent whither. Hobi-ah will still be here when you get back,” Hoseok’s father advised, his breathing becoming more labored as he spoke.

“But you won’t.” Jimin’s voice was wobbly and frail, but the squeeze of Hoseok’s hand let him draw strength to continue. “I don’t want you to leave us.”

Hoseok nodded, unable to speak because he knew that if he did, he would only start wailing loud enough to wake up the entire village. Hoseok’s father smiled at them both and held his liver-spotted hands out for the boys to take. They eagerly slid their hands into his and brought themselves closer to the old fae.

“You have each other. You’ll always have each other and it’s peaceful knowing you’ll protect each other when I’m not here anymore. It makes it easier to accept my death.”

“We don’t want you to die,” Jimin mumbled, tears streaming down his face again as he looked at the old silver-haired fae who’d taught him so many things. “We love you.”

Jimin was beyond grateful for everything the fae had ever done for him. He could never repay the fae for all the things he’d done, but if furthering his education was his dying wish, then Jimin would do it. Even if it meant he’d get less time with Hoseok, he would do it.

Jimin would do anything to make his father proud.

Hoseok sniffled beside him and laid his palm flat on the old fae’s chest, speaking an incantation that Jimin learned later was a blessing to ensure that a dying fae’s spirit would remain free once it was released from its shell. The old fae smiled at the pair and took one last deep breath.

His eyes glazed over and Jimin almost didn’t have the heart in him to call Hoseok’s mother back into the room. Hoseok squeezed his hand and opened the door softly, using his eyes alone to convey to his mother what had happened.

They held each other tightly through the night.

  When Jimin mastered his nature magic at age eighteen, he came back to Hoseok.

They kissed and clung to each other before they began making plans to find a coven for Jimin. Hoseok’s mother watched on and gave advice where she could, her fingers often running through one, if not both, of the men’s hair. She wasn’t as sad to see them off as she thought she might have been, but when she looked at the soft gazes exchanged between the two men, she couldn’t find it in herself to be upset about their leaving.

Hoseok’s fae cousin, Taehyung, offered them a nice hut in his realm of the forest.

Hoseok declined on their behalf.

Taehyung then suggested that they go and live with his boyfriend’s coven instead. Namjoon was an intelligent wizard and his coven was a mix of music and nature magic combined.

Hoseok gave him a maybe. Jimin sent him a definite yes.

They spent their last night in their childhood home tangled together in the sheets of Hoseok’s bed as they had on their first night spent together.

  When Jimin turned nineteen, he found his coven.

Namjoon, Jeongguk, and Seokjin welcomed the two with open arms. Hoseok was ecstatic about having his own room and laughed when Jimin pouted at him. Hoseok gave him a noisy smooch on the lips and followed Seokjin up the stairs where his new bedroom awaited him.

Jimin followed Namjoon and Jeongguk into the greenhouse and watched in fascination as Seokjin and Jeongguk’s plants bloomed to meet him. Namjoon himself specialized in music magic and he worked with Jeongguk and Seokjin together sometimes to make natural remedies. Many people of the village came to them when they took ill.

They never charged for their services either. Jeongguk explained that it felt wrong to ask the villagers to pay to get better. Plus, Seokjin would kill Jeongguk if he found that his warlock had sold their plants. Seokjin was a familiar like Hoseok, but his form was that of a hawk. He liked plants and his heart was soft, and it was clear to Jimin that Jeongguk cared deeply about his familiar.

Jimin felt his heart swell. He could sense Hoseok entering the greenhouse behind him and almost laughed when he saw a few plants attach themselves to Jimin’s other half. Seokjin giggled and asked Jeongguk to help him put their plants away, but all Jimin could focus on were the sweet words that Hoseok was whispering to the plants in an attempt to free himself from them. Hoseok eventually gave up and waited for Namjoon to help him. When he was free, Jimin strode up to him, took his face in his hands and kissed him tenderly.

Seokjin said they were worse than Taehyung and Namjoon. Hoseok claimed they were the cutest couple hands down. Jimin laughed and agreed, laughing even harder when Jeongguk pouted and argued that he and Seokjin were cuter. Seokjin smiled down at his warlock and kissed his cheek, causing everyone to laugh at Jeongguk's flushed and embarrassed expression. Hoseok took Jimin's hand in his and leaned into the younger's side, nestling himself there as if he never wanted to be apart. Jimin felt that he could agree with that.

They were home, for once and for all.

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[hungline]

in the end, it’s you and me

pairing: jihope  genre: angst, fluff, domestic au, rated t  warnings: slight mentions of anxiety  words: 2700 

summary: Hoseok wants more and Jimin isn’t ready to give him that yet. 

⇢ part four of jihope bingo 2017 

It started out simple.

They were baking, something that Jimin was trying to learn from Hoseok.

Hoseok had on an apron, baby blue with “kiss the chef” in big English letters across the front. Jimin had laughed at it, but when Hoseok handed him a flowery pink apron in response, he stopped.

Jimin and Hoseok have been together for a long time. Long enough for Jimin to know that Hoseok was upset. Over what, Jimin doesn't really know, but his teasing remarks were met with unusual silence as Hoseok rolled the dough.

Hoseok’s shoulders were scrunched in, tight and bony and Jimin felt the urge to run a hand soothingly down his back. He was hesitant to touch Hoseok, however. His boyfriend was unreadable when he was upset or angry, or feeling anything other than happiness really.

So Jimin didn't really know what to do.

Being with Hoseok was like breathing for Jimin. Things were easy and effortless and Jimin had long ago stopped feeling anxious whenever Hoseok showed him affection, physical or otherwise. He’d once been deathly afraid of commitment and settling down and Hoseok, like the kind hearted person he is, never pressured Jimin into anything. Everything they did together was because they both wanted it.

Hoseok was a godsend, a wonderful human being who gave Jimin so much. Being with Hoseok was like breathing for Jimin.

They'd never fought before, not once. Things were easy. Their relationship was comfortable and healthy and built on trust.

So why was Jimin nervous?

“No, Jimin!” Hoseok yelled so suddenly that Jimin dropped the eggs in his hands that he was trying to crack into his mixer bowl. “That’s too much egg!”

Hoseok shoved him to the side, a frantic look on his face as he tried to dish out the tiny pieces of egg shells that Jimin had dropped. Jimin gasped when his hip banged against the sink after being forcefully moved by none other than Jung Hoseok himself. The sting of it didn’t really hurt the younger, it was the fact that Hoseok had just manhandled him in a way that Jimin didn't appreciate one bit.

Thanks to his height and his cherub face, people had always considered him cute and in need of being coddled. Jimin couldn't remember a time where someone didn't try to pinch his cheeks any time they could or when others would take the brunt of the work because they thought that cute little Park Jimin couldn’t handle a few heavy boxes. So yes, he's used to being babied and he absolutely hates it.

But Hoseok knows just how much it irritates him when people do that. Jimin is a grown ass man and he can and will handle himself, he doesn't need the misguided beliefs of those around him to keep him from breaking a sweat.

So Hoseok pushing him unsettles Jimin. Hoseok is kind and gentle and weak to Jimin’s charms, but he has never, not once, babied him. And he has never treated Jimin like this either.

An unknown emotion begins to unfurl in his chest and Jimin doesn't like the way it sits with him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Jimin spits out through his teeth, surprised at just how angry he is.

“What's my problem?” Hoseok mutters and Jimin isn't sure if that was directed at him or not. And then, “What's your fucking problem? Is following the goddamn recipe too hard for little Jiminnie to do?”

Jimin blinks, stunned, and then the anger floods through him. “I was following the recipe! It said to add four eggs and I’d barely added two before you shoved me, you asshole.”

Hoseok shakes his head, his ears and nape turning red as he fishes out the last egg shell. “It’s four when you’re doing a serving of six. Does it look like there's six people here right now? What the fuck, Jimin! Measuring is the most important part! Have you been babied so much that you don't know how to do simple math?”

“You know what?” Jimin starts, because his entire body is shaking and Hoseok hasn't even looked at him once, but that was too far below the belt and Hoseok knows it. “I don't know what the fuck crawled up your ass and died there today, but fuck you, you fucking dickwad.”

The elder spins on the spot and his hands are clenched into fists, but Jimin is more concerned with the fact that there is a steady trail of tears streaming down Hoseok’s face. Jimin knows that the anger on his own face is being replaced by a myriad of emotions, shock and confusion, but then concern takes over and Hoseok’s sobbing quietly into Jimin’s shoulder. His arms wrap around the elder without having to think much about it and the pastries they were trying to make earlier are forgotten as they sink to the kitchen floor as one.

“I wish you would,” Hoseok stammers out in between his tears.

Jimin runs a hand through Hoseok’s hair and kisses his temple before he asks, “You wish I'd fuck you?”

Hoseok nods and continues to cry, the left side of Jimin’s shirt beginning to feel damp. “Please.”

And as tempted as Jimin is, he knows better. This is anything but the time to indulge in their liking for food play. Hoseok is distressed and not more than two minutes ago was Jimin ready to actually fight him. Having sex right here and now in the kitchen wouldn't solve anything and they'd probably only end up hurting each other by slipping on the tiles or running into the counter. And anyway, having sex while Hoseok is distressed isn't at the top of Jimin’s to do list.

“No,” is what Jimin whispers when Hoseok starts to press kisses into his throat and Jimin has to hold him away by his shoulders.

Hoseok easily deflates, his entire form falling into Jimin’s as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. “Why not?” he asks.

Jimin holds the elder a little closer, his grip a little tighter. “Because something’s bothering you and having sex right now wouldn't help. You need to tell me what's wrong, hyung.”

“What's wrong is that your dick isn't in me,” Hoseok mutters, his tone sour and borderline angry again, but Jimin trails a hand up and down Hoseok’s arm and the bomb has been defused again.

Jimin’s knees are starting to strain against the hard kitchen tiles and he shifts his position. “What's really wrong, Hobi-hyung?”

And Hoseok sighs, the fight seeming to go out of him as he slumps in Jimin’s embrace, no longer crying. “I wanna get married.”

Things aren't simple anymore.

“Marriage? Well I'm sure Yoongi-hyung wouldn't mind if you asked,” Jimin half heartedly jokes, doing his best to not let on how freaked out he's beginning to feel.

Hoseok slaps his arm and tuts at him. “I don't want to marry Yoongi. Are you kidding me? I could never look Taehyung and Jeongguk in the eye again if I stole their boyfriend.”

Jimin laughs because it's what Hoseok expects him to do, but he makes no further comment. He keeps stroking Hoseok’s arms and running his fingers through Hoseok’s hair, but he says nothing. They stew in the charged silence for as long as Hoseok will let them before his quiet voice breaks through it.

“Jiminnie, I wanna marry you.”

The panic that settles into Jimin is intense. It knocks the very breath out of him and makes him shiver, his body turning cold. Jimin, for all his intents and purposes, is levelheaded and composed, but gentle too. He isn't aggressive and he's never been one for jumping the gun, but marriage still unwinds him enough to think of all the reasons why he isn't ready for such a huge and life changing form of commitment.

Jimin is young, only a year younger than Hoseok, but his mentality always tends to be that of someone older than himself. He and Hoseok have been together for so long that marriage should in fact be the next step for them, but Jimin is anxious.

This shouldn't be such a big deal, but for Jimin, it is.

Would he hate being married to Hoseok? No, not really. He and Hoseok are practically married already. They live together, shower together, eat their meals together, and after two years of hesitance from Jimin, they’d finally pushed their mattresses together to share one bed every night. All their friends except for Yoongi are married, but seeing as Yoongi is dating a married couple, he's married by association. Jimin and Hoseok even have joint custody of a dog, a tiny fluff of white and brown fur that they had named Mickey (speaking of Mickey, where exactly was their dog?). Mickey is undoubtedly their baby and Jimin knows that when they have children, they’ll be more prepared than others to be fathers because it isn't a question of if they’ll ever adopt, it's a question of when.

Jimin is sure of the fact that, eventually, he and Hoseok will get married and have children, but it doesn't mean that Jimin wants that right now. So while, yes, the gripping anxiety in his chest does make it hard to think and speak, Jimin does know that he loves Hoseok and yes, he does want kids and marriage and the whole shebang, but not soon and he doesn't want Hoseok to think he doesn't want it and then leave him to find someone who does. So Jimin holds the elder a little tighter and takes a deep breath.

“Hyung, I’m not ready,” he croaks out.

And Hoseok simply sighs, sagging even further into Jimin’s arms before his voice is being muffled by Jimin’s shirt. “I know. It's just that…”

Jimin waits for Hoseok to continue, rubbing his hand into Hoseok’s back as he does. Hoseok finds his niche and relaxes, the fight going out of him as Jimin calms him, tethers him back to reality.

“It's just that I want to know that I'm not the only one who wants this. I don’t want to pressure you into anything, I really don't,” Hoseok finally says. “I want to make sure that you're in this for the long haul just as much as I am.”

“Hyung, of course I am,” Jimin says without missing a beat, the panic in his chest second to the need of reassuring Hoseok. “I want all of that. I want to marry you and have kids and maybe a dozen more dogs when the kids leave for college and we're old and gray haired sitting on our porch, drinking lemonade and iced tea. I want to go the full mile with you. Just, not yet.”

Hoseok nods, paying rapt attention to Jimin’s words and seeming to commit them to memory. “How do I know that you mean all of that though?”

And Jimin nods too, not surprised by Hoseok’s question much as he chews on his bottom lip before speaking the only solution he can really think of. “We could get engaged?”

They're still kneeling on the kitchen floor, wrapped around each other, but Jimin’s leg is asleep and he knows that Hoseok is just as uncomfortable as he is. So Jimin shifts them around until he's sitting on the floor with the elder cradled in his lap. They meld together like puzzle pieces, even with the ridiculous aprons in between them. Hoseok lets his head rest on Jimin’s shoulder and snuggles closer into Jimin’s arms while Jimin leans back on the cabinet behind him and caresses the elder’s cheek. Jimin waits for the confusion on Hoseok’s face to pass.

When it does, Hoseok’s voice is unsure, but strong, no longer wary of Jimin’s reaction. “What will that prove?”

“That I love you and want to marry you,” Jimin answers simply as if it's as easy as that.

Because it is easy. It's the next step in their relationship and should be simple to do. Jimin is scared and nervous, but he can agree to being engaged. The only thing an engagement means is that they've agreed to marrying one another. It doesn't mean that they're going to get married soon though. Not necessarily, anyway.

He can give Hoseok this. Jimin can make this promise and stick to it. And when he's ready, when they're both ready, they will get married.

Hoseok stares at him, still a bit confused, and nods anyway. “Should I buy you a ring then?”

Jimin smiles, soft and small and presses a kiss to Hoseok’s nose. “No. Let's go pick some out together.”

“Okay,” Hoseok agrees, and then his face screws up in concern and shame. “I'm sorry for what I said earlier and for pushing you. Yoongi would murder me if he found out I did that.”

“Well, I guess, we just won't tell Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin laughs, all breathy and musical and Hoseok’s face flushes. “It's okay. I forgive you. I'm sorry for calling you a dickwad, by the way.”

Hoseok guffaws. “Please, I deserved worse than that. Trust me, it's fine.”

Jimin nods and readjusts his position on the kitchen floor. “I love you, Hobi-hyung.”

“And I love you, Jimbles.”

“I'm sorry for not being ready yet.”

Hoseok shakes his head and leans up to kiss Jimin’s cheek. “I'm sorry for even bringing it up. You've told me many times before that you aren't ready for marriage yet and I shouldn't have acted like that.”

Jimin smiles and presses a soft kiss to Hoseok’s heart-shaped lips to stop the elder from spilling more than he should. “It's fine. I already forgave you. We're okay, hyung. I still love you with all my heart.”

“Me too, Jiminnie. I love you with my everything.”

“Should we look for Mickey? I haven't seen him since we put on these dumb aprons.”

Hoseok laughs and shifts in Jimin’s lap. “He doesn't like them so he's hiding. He does it every time I put mine on.”

“Wow. Our son is embarrassed of us. Can you believe the audacity of our kid?”

“It's normal for a pup his age,” Hoseok jokes, his infectious grin spread wide across his face. “We should stop spoiling him so much though.”

“Yeah, you can do that, but I’m gonna keep spoiling him and become his favorite,” Jimin giggles.

Hoseok shakes his head and pouts. “I'm Mickey's favorite.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, hyung.”

“I am his favorite!” Hoseok exclaims, exasperated but smiling now. “I'm number one in everyone's heart.”

“You're definitely number one in mine.”

“And you mine.”

They kiss then, their lips slotting together so easily, like it's natural for them to end their bickering with soft kisses. And it is. It's soft and gentle and charged with so many emotions that it makes them both feel lightheaded. But they keep kissing, pressing insistently against one another, trying to say without words how much they care for the other and how sorry they are for being dicks to one another.

Jimin supposes this is also a nice way to end their first fight as well.

He hopes they never have another one, but he can't tell the future and that's okay.

Wherever life takes Jimin, Hoseok will be right there with him and that ebbs the anxiety in his chest away, replacing it with the warm, fluttery feeling of Jimin’s love for Hoseok.

Mickey bounds into the kitchen then, yapping at them. Jimin breaks away from Hoseok and laughs as Mickey barks louder.

“C’mere, you,” Hoseok coos before he scoops their dog up and holds him to his chest.

Jimin knows how they look like: a couple with their pet, holding one another dear to their hearts, super domestic and only one step away from being married. Mickey is happy, yipping at them as Jimin scratches him behind the ear and Hoseok is talking to him in that high pitched voice he uses whenever he sees a dog or a baby. They're happy and he doesn't care how they look like because he and Hoseok have an understanding now and they're going to be just fine.

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