#STOPJIMIN

“your ass is super fucking fantastic.”

“what?” jimin’s sleepy soft voice crackles through the receiver, making jungkook’s insides tingle with warmth that has nothing to do with the maybe two, or three, or ten bottles of soju he’d downed prior to this impromptu late night phone call.

“have i ever mentioned how much i really like you?” jungkook’s brain to mouth filter seems to have effectively collapsed in the wake of all the drunken misfortunes he’s bound to make, forehead pressed against the cool glass separating him from his friends currently passing around more, and more, and more shots down the table.

“are you drunk?” jimin mumbles, followed by a stifled yawn that pulls curiously at jungkook’s heartstrings that he hadn’t even been aware he’d possessed. and jungkook can clearly envision in his mind’s eye, jimin surrounded by mountains of fluffy pillows, legs tangled around haphazardly tossed blankets, all warm and soft and so damn cuddly. it physically hurts to imagine.

its again that time of the year when i can do jikook christmas fanart :’))

Reward for the Awards. Jungkook / Jimin NC - 17 A/N : this is a collaborative work with @redlair love this chick so much ♡ and basically it’s just after the award ceremony and Jungkook can’t get enough of that jibooty but who can right?

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title: turbulencerating: g cuz its just fluffffwords: 532also posted on ao3 here

“Are you okay?”

Jungkook barely registers Jimin’ words. The plane jerks forward as they take off, and his stomach lurches. His knuckles turn white as he grips the armrests, breathing ragged and loud. Jimin can see some of the other passengers in their row look over in concern, but he gives them a sympathetic smile and waves them off.

“Jungkook, babe, come on,” Jimin says, placing a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder, “You have to calm down.”

There’s a loud ping somewhere, and the plane shakes unexpectedly. Jungkook grits his teeth, flips one of his hands over, palm facing upwards. Jimin slides his hand into the other boy’s, interlacing their fingers.

With eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched, Jungkook holds onto Jimin’s hand like a lifeline – though to Jimin it feels more like a deathgrip – until the seat belt sign switches off and the plane is cruising. Jimin can feel every one of Jungkook’s muscles relax for a moment, a long breath leaving the younger boy, but then Jungkook’s breath hitches and he leans forward, pressing his forehead against the seat in front of him.

Jungkook’s motion sickness really isn’t the most ideal thing to have for someone who travels so much, but Jimin can handle it. He gently tugs on Jungkook’s sleeve until he’s leaning against his own seat, and lifts the armrest.

Jimin’s never actually done this before, considering how private the two of them have to be about their relationship, but he figures Jungkook needs it. He scoots over, and presses his body flush against Jungkook’s side. He links their arms and places Jungkook’s hand on his lap, where he once again interlaces their fingers. Jungkook turns his head to look at him questioningly, but is only met with Jimin’s smiling face, barely an inch away from his.

“You gotta calm down, okay, babe?” Jimin whispers, rubbing soothing circles on the inside of Jungkook’s wrist, his gaze never leaving Jungkook, “You’re okay. I got you.” Jungkook’s breath stutters, but it evens out somewhat. Jungkook tears his eyes away, staring at the opposite armrest.

“Jimin, we can’t he –” Jungkook starts, but Jimin shuts him up by putting a hand on his head and making him lean on the older boy’s shoulder.

“You should sleep,” Jimin says softly, his fingers trailing down Jungkook’s neck until he rests his hand on his shoulder. The angle is a little awkward at first, but Jungkook shuffles until he’s comfortable, Jimin’s body solid undeneath his head.

“Okay,” Jungkook says, punctuated by a small yawn. His stomach settles and his lack of sleep finally catches up to him. He shuts his eyes just as he feels Jimin press his lips to Jungkook’s hair.

He wakes up hours later, body a little sore, to Jimin nudging on him carefully.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. Did you get a good sleep?” Jimin says, running a hand through Jungkook’s hair.

“Yeah, actually, I –”

“You snored something mighty fierce, by the way. Got a few complaints.” Jimin chuckles, and Jungkook frowns.

“What? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Jimin smiles, and then kisses Jungkook on the very tip of his nose, “You looked too pretty.”

“You’re a bitch.”

“What did you say?” Jeongguk wrenches Jimin to the side, stepping in front of him. The idol in front of them sneers. Jeongguk’s eyes are as hard as steel.

“What, you need you little boyfriend to protect you?” Jimin grabs Jeongguk’s wrist, rubbing his thumb across the skin. 

“Jeongguk, stop. It’s not worth it.” Jeongguk doesn’t move. His body’s rigid, ready to fight. Jimin tugs on his wrist again. 

“Talk to him again and I’ll kill you.” Jeongguk turns and walks off, pulling Jimin along with him.

“I don’t think that was necessary.” Jeongguk pulls Jimin around a corner, pulling him into his arms, holding Jimin close.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with that stuff.” Jimin sighs, sinking into Jeongguk’s arms. 

“I’m fine Kookie.” Jeongguk kisses the crown of Jimin’s head. 

“You know I love you right?” Jimin smiles, squeezing Jeongguk tighter.

“I know.”

Anon:  “Jungkook being mesmerised by Jimin’s lips because they’re so soft and he loves kissing him all the time and jimin just blushes because he feels so loved” au pls? (idk if this is a au tho)

Jikook!Fluff

“It’s so cold.” Jungkook sighed, his breath forming into a small puff of smoke against the chilly air. Jimin smiled, hands stuffed in his pockets as they walked down the side walk. The BTS boys were having on of their rare down times, the company giving them a week off. Everyone else went to their home towns but unfortunately there was construction happening all around Busan so there was no way to get there by train or rode. So the Busan boys decided to just stay at the dorm, even when the members offered to take them home.

“I told you to bring some gloves.” Jimin chuckled. Jungkook scrunched up his face as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets. Jimin looked up at the pouting makane next to him as he chuckled again. “Kookie ah, wait a second.” Jungkook paused to look down at Jimin. Jimin smiled, taking off his scarf to put on Jungkook.  Jungkook leaned away.

“It’s alright Hyung.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, you’re a baby when It comes to the cold.”

“Me?! You’re the one always taking my sweaters!” Jungkook responded with a pout, making Jimin laugh.

“I guess you’re right.” Jimin said through his laughter getting on his toes to throw the scarf around Jungkook’s head. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock.

“Hyung! I ju-”

“It’s fine, Kookie. I’m the one who remembered to wear gloves.” Jimin said, wrapping the scarf snugly around Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook gave a small huff, not fighting with his hyung anymore as he adverted his eyes.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Jimin smiled back and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel warmer already. The scarf was warm because of Jimin’s body heat, but it also smelled like him. Fresh coconut and a hint of Busan. Like home. Jimin shifted his head to look up at the cloudy grey sky. “It’s going to snow.” he whispered against the icy air. Jungkook took a moment to blink before he looked up at the sky.

“They said nothing about snow today.” Jungkook responded looking back down at Jimin. Jimin gave a knowing smile, still looking at the sky.

“No, it’ll snow.” Jimin said. Jungkook scoffed soflty.

“I doubt it will Hyu-” Jungkook stopped when a snowflake danced in his vision, Jungkook’s eyes widened. Its snowing. Jungkook looked at Jimin who was looking at the sky with a smile. Jungkook followed, tilting his head to watch the small angels fall from heaven.

“It’s the first snow of winter.” Jimin sighed, watching the snow flakes dance against a breeze only they can feel. Jungkook slowly moved to look back at Jimin, mind wandering to their pre debut days.

“Would you rather be kissed in the summer or kissed in the winter” JHope asked. They all were sitting in a circle. The group was finally assembled and they were doing a team building exercises. Which happened to be a huge game of ‘would you rather.’  It was Jimin’s turn to answer the question and everyone’s eyes were on him. Jimin smiled, rubbing the back of his head.

“Winter, the first snow fall to be exact.” Jimin responded sheepishly, a small blush dancing on his cheeks. “because, when we would kiss you’d feel all warm and if it’s the first snow fall then you’d know you can last through any hardships.”

“How cheesy.” Muttered Suga, getting elbowed harshly by Jin.

“It’s romantic.” Jin corrected, giving Suga a disapproving mother look. Jimin shyly looked down, rubbing his head.

“I guess it is a little cheesy.”

At that time, Jungkook didn’t think to much about it. But, at that time he wasn’t in love with that Hyung either. However, now he was and has been trying to confess for over a year but it seemed every attempted failed in some form or another along with the lingering thought of maybe Jimin Hyung doesn’t actually like me that way or what if he rejects me?

Jimin shifted his eyes to Jungkook’s. Not even flinching that Jungkook was just staring at him. Jimin just smiled.

“Let’s go, Kookie ah.” Jungkook was startled out of his trance, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“O-oh? Yeah, lets go.” Jungkook smiled back, heart slightly thumbing faster against his chest. Should I do it now? Should I wait? Do I just tell him? Do I just lean in? Jungkook started to rub the back of neck hair stuck in thought.

“Jungkook.” Jungkook looked back up to the sound of Jimin’s voice. What words that were going to come out of his mouth was silenced. Jungkook eyes widen as his heart pounded in his ear.

Jimin, Jimin was kissing him.

Jimin was on his toes, neck stretched, hands gripping his scarf along with Jungkook’s jacket. Eyes closed. Lips connected with Jungkook’s. Jungkook felt his body heating up, all the way to the tips of his ears.  Jimin pulled away slowly, placing his heels back on the ground. Jungkook just stared as Jimin stared back. Jimin laughed softy. 

 “I didnt mean to break you.” He chuckled. Jungkook slowly felt his shock fading as embarrassment replaced it. What expression his face changed too made Jimin laugh more. 

 “I-I, y-ou. Hyung!?” Jungkook stutter, cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he covered his mouth with two fingers. The feeling of his finger tips against his lips made him remember the moment before. The soft, the warmth, the kiss he shared with Jimin. Jimin chuckled, sticking his hands in his coat pockets. 

 “One of us had to do it. And you weren’t going too so I did.” Jimin said, a smile on his face. Jungkook stared at him, removing his hands. 

 “You knew?” Jungkook whisper, only making Jimin laugh. “Of course I did. You’re not that hard to figure out Kookie.” Jimin shook his head in amusement, “honestly, I don’t-” 

 Jungkook pressed his lips against Jimin’s, silencing the older male. Jimin closed his eyes, pressing back on the youngest member. Jungkook cupped Jimin’s face, not wanting him to go anywhere. Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s admen so the two males to get closer. Jungkook felt his body tingling as he memorized every line of his lips, half thinking he’s in a dream but how Jimin’s arms squeeze around him he knew he was awake. Jungkook pulled away, face hovering inches away from Jimin’s face. 

 “Jimin Hyung.” Jimin stayed silent, letting Jungkook rub his cheeks with his chilled hands. Jungkook smiled, leaning down “I love you.” Jimin smiled, he always knew but nothing compares to hearing it. 

 “I love you too.” Jungkook left out a soft laugh. Happiness filling his blood stream. Jungkook lean down, pressing another sweet kiss and they both thought they could stay here forever. However, when a huge gust of icy wind blew past, it made both boys part with a jump. Jungkook scowl, looking up at the snow flakes. 

 "Stupid cold.“ Jungkook muttered, glaring at the sky. Jimin just laughed grabbing Jungkook by the hand. "Kookie ah, lets go home.” Jimin smiled brightly up at Jungkook. Jungkook smiled back, pulling off Jimin’s glove he they could intertwine their fingers. 

 "Ah, lets go.“ 

 Once back at the dorm, the new couple cuddled under a warm blanket, hot cups of tea resting on the table side, and a movie playing however neither of them were really watching, to busy being lost in sweet, soft kisses. Jungkook kept leaning down, unable to keep his lips off the other male, and not just that day, for years to come. Jimin will honestly say he has never felt so love in his whole life. 

title: poetryrating: gwords: 469 

Jimin squints at the half crumpled syllabus in his hand. Freshman literature was not a class he was particularly interested in, especially when his professor was a dumpy old woman who smelled like moth balls, but he figured he should at least look at the book the class needs.

“Anne Carson,” He mumbles as he walks over to the poetry bookshelf. When Jimin stops, he realizes he’s eye level with the letter G. His eyes trail upward, until he sees the gold letters of Carson on a spine, sitting on the very top shelf.

Jimin curses under his breath and reaches upward, his arm stretching as far as possible. He regrets not opting for the insoles this morning. Jimin’s arm falls to his side helplessly, and he huffs as he tries again.

Still no use. Jimin sticks his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, and his shirt hitches up to reveal a strip of skin on his stomach. He’s too annoyed to even bother fixing it, and his fingertips brush the spine. Almost…

A body is suddenly flush against his, larger hands gripping the book with ease. A split second later, the warmth it gone. Jimin turns around and is met with a much taller boy – dark hair tucked into a beanie and a small smile playing on his lips.

“Looks like we have the same professor,” The boy says, and Jimin has to chastise himself because he actually feels his mouth go dry at how hot this guy is.

“Um, thanks,” Jimin considers holding his hand out to get the book, but then what the other boy says sinks in. Jimin looks back up at the shelf, and then into the (gorgeous, amazing, breathtaking) eyes of the other boy, “Th-there’s only one copy.”

The boy purses his lips, tilting his head to the side. Jimin can’t tell if he’s being genuinely or just goddamn cheeky. (Doesn’t matter, because Jimin’s too busy staring at his lips to care.)

“Well then,” The boy smirks, sounding like he’s come to a conclusion with Jimin’s help, “I suppose we’re just going to have to read it together.”

Jimin feels himself blush. “T-together?”

The boy smiles – wider and brighter this time – and Jimin marvels at how one person can go from looking so unbearably hot to painfully adorable in less than a second.

“My name’s Jungkook.”

Jimin blinks, and stands up a little straighter, “I’m Jimin.”

Jungkook jerks his head to exit, “Wanna go have coffee, Jimin?”

Jimin bites his lip, and then nods. “Sure, Jungkook.”