#httpjibooty

All three of you grew up together, yet you were more drawn to Jungkook for his gentle nature. Being best friends, you did most things together.  You both owned homes near each other, and even finished college together. Jungkook had a job and was always the more stable brother; the one you could always count on.  Jimin was another story.

Even as a child Jimin was a pain in the ass. You can still clearly recall the day he pretended to be your friend just so he could borrow your bike. He never brought it back. That was just one of the countless annoying things he did to drive you crazy. He’s lucky you were best friends with his brother because otherwise you’d never voluntarily cross his path.

It’s no surprise he’s even at his brother’s house again. This had to be the third time this year that one of his jobs went to hell and he needed to be bailed. It was almost as if he was allergic to stability. 

A spiteful chuckle leaves your lips as you watch him work on his motorcycle. 

“Some things never change.” 

Watching him out of your window, you hate how good he looks in his white tee and skin tight leather pants that made his ass look amazing. Of course, you would never openly admit it to him or anyone for that matter. The last time you complimented him, he teased you for weeks and now as adults, not too much has changed.

The one thing you can never get over, no matter how hard you try, is prom night. All through high school you weren’t what many considered to be the hot girl, but when the most popular student, Yoongi asked you to go with him, you were beyond surprised. 

The night started off well with you getting ready. You were so excited and the dress you bought was perfect.  Just as you were finishing up the last touches your doorbell rang.  Thinking it was Yoongi, you ran downstairs only to find Jimin standing on the other side of the door.  

He had gone on about some lie that Yoongi was only playing around, and that he really didn’t want to take you to prom. Brushing him off you walked away and when he followed you in, he managed to catch your dress ripping the hem and a strap.  To say you were livid was an understatement.  There was no way to fix what he had done, and before Yoongi made it to pick you up, you had called him to cancel the whole thing.  

You cried the entire night. 

Jimin tried to apologize, but that had been the last straw. Every one of those moments only added to the fact that he was forever going to be a pain in your ass.

Caught up in your thoughts you almost miss the sound of your phone ringing.

Seeing who it is you sigh. “Fuck, what does he want now?” you complain to no one in particular.

You hated your boss, but money was a necessary evil.  Hesitantly you answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“____, I’m gonna need you to come into work tonight.”

Silently you frown knowing that Friday nights were the worst.  “Okay, what time?”

“Six.”

Wanting to throw your phone halfway across your apartment, you march into the bedroom to get ready.

You worked for so long the hours blurred together.  Thank goodness you made a lot in tips, otherwise you would have regretted coming in. Closing time came quickly and for that you were thankful. Rubbing the tension out of your neck, you remove your apron and wish a good night to the other workers. Rushing out of the restaurant with everyone else, you quickly make it to your car only to realize it won’t turn on.

 “Fuck. I left the lights on.” Looking up to see if there were any employees in the parking lot, you frown when you see there are none.

With no one to give you a boost, you dial your besties number, but Jimin answers instead.

“Is JK there?  I need a ride.”

“I can give you a ride.”

“No, Jimin it’s alright.  I can manage.”

“____, stop being such a brat.  I’ll be there in five.”

With that he hangs up before you can deny him once more.

You didn’t wait much until Jimin arrived.  He had offered to be of service, and though you’d rather hike the ten miles home than be in his company, you gave in easily when he pulled up with a huge smile plastered on his face.

Turning off his motorcycle, he dismounts meeting you halfway.  Darkness surrounds you both in the middle of the empty parking lot. 

“Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”

“You wish.” You glance over his shoulder motioning towards his choice of vehicle. “How the hell am I supposed to mount this?” Jimin smirks placing a hand at his waist.  He stands there cockily watching you squirm in your uniform.

“Just sit behind me and hold me tight.  You’re safe with me.”

“Yeah, sure… just like I was safe in my dress.” You enjoy the way Jimin’s eye twitches at the comment.  If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you might have missed it.

“Come on ____, that was so long ago.  I already told you I was sorry.  When are you going to let that go?”

Pretending to be angry, you form a pout and cross your arms.  

“Never.”

He brings up a hand and pinches your bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger. 

“You know, if you weren’t so cute, I’d make you walk.”

“Shut up. You’re always being so mean to me. You owe me this at least. I can’t even count how many times you’ve hurt my fragile heart.”

Jimin’s brow quirked up at your comment. “Let me make it up to you then.”

“Oh please! How would you do that?  You owe me years worth of suffering.”

“How about I take you out.” His words confuse you momentarily before you seek clarification.

“As in… a date?”

“Yeah…”

You begin to laugh louder than you should, but you really couldn’t believe him.

“Hey...I’m being serious here.”

“I don’t know, Jimin. You’d really have to make it up to me. I’m not so sure.”

“Then let me take you out!” Jimin shrugs, trying his hardest to be nonchalant about having just asked you out, but also feeling slightly incredulous at your condescending tone.

 “I promise it won’t be boring. Is that good enough?”

“Nope. I need a little more than that.”

You had to be joking. He wants to believe you are, but when he sees the way you smirk at his display of desperation, he knows it’s just you being a brat again. Why did you hate his guts so much? 

“You’re going to make me beg for it aren’t you?” He sighs when you snatch the helmet from his hands. 

“Take me home and we’ll talk about it.” 

He doesn’t recall you being this stubborn, and he can't help but find it endearing. What the hell were you doing to him?

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“A little too much if you ask me.” He halts, right when he goes to start his motorcycle, releasing the gas. “Why’d you turn it off?”

“Are you always this off-putting to people?” he asks, more curious than anything as to why you won’t give him a simple answer.

“What?”

“You heard me, ___.” He clicks his tongue. 

“Give me one reason why I should go on a date with you. For all I know you could be playing a joke on me again!” You raise your voice as his eyes widen, there was so much you both needed to discuss. 

“I’m so—“

“Please... just take me home. I’m tired. I have to get up and find a way to get my car back to my house in the morning. I just want to be left alone so if you could kindly speed this up, I would be eternally grateful.”

He sighs, turning on his motorcycle as he revs the engine for dramatic effect. 

“Hold on tight.” he says, as he backs out to speed off down the street. 

As much as you hate to admit it, you loved this. The feeling of being free and being able to let go of whatever you were harboring felt amazing. Just the very feeling of the wind hitting your skin, while your eyes were closed, was indescribable. Perhaps the best thing of all is that you could hear his heartbeat as you lay your head against his back while holding him tight. Moments like these were when you thought Jimin wasn’t all that bad.

“Doing alright back there?” Jimin asks when he feels you squeeze for reassurance, he gradually picks up speed, taking the highway to get the both of you home quicker.

It doesn’t take long for you to arrive as he pulls into your driveway and shuts off the engine. You both sit for a while, but eventually you break the silence.

“Thanks for picking me up.” 

“Anytime.” He responds, watching you turn and walk toward your house. He had hoped you would have given him an answer before leaving, but sadly that was shattered when you turned away. He had to try again. At least one last time. “So, Uh, Would you let me take you out?”

You already knew what he was going to ask, and his persistence was wearing on your resolve.

“I’ll think about it, Jimin.” 

He waited for your answer but it never came. On occasion he would see you around the neighborhood, hanging out his brother, but never once glancing his way. It hit hard. He didn’t know what he’d done, or why you were acting the way that you were. Hell, he thought after picking you up from work that the two of you were on good terms. Great terms actually. But his guess is as good as any when it came to figuring out exactly what you were thinking.

“Jimin?”

 His spoon clanks against his plate when he realizes his brother was calling his name while he was spacing out.  “Mini? Why are y—? It’s ___, isn’t it?” His younger brother laughs gripping his spoon to shove some rice into his mouth. 

“I can’t figure her out. It’s bothering me. One minute she wants me and then the next she’s playing hard to get.”

Jungkook always had his suspicions, but he knew Jimin wasn’t the type of guy to show most of his emotions anyway. It’s something he’d done as a child, and even now as an adult. He also knew that you would drown in your feelings before you would ever admit to liking Jimin. 

Jungkook always caught the longing stares and the clenching of his brother’s fists whenever you and him spent time together. It was even more evident when Jimin would come home to see you both cuddling on the couch watching a movie together, or  just the way you were so much more open with him than you were with Jimin. 

“Hyung, you can get any girl you want. Why are you so hung up on ___?”

“I don’t want just any girl. I’ve had plenty.” Jimin sighs, the inner turmoil he’s feeling finally bubbling over to the point where he’s excusing himself from the table. He doesn’t bother to clean up, knowing he can take care of it later. Instead he grabs his rhinestone studded jacket and heads for the door. “I’ll be back.” Is all he says before he’s out the door and marching right up to yours.

Taking a deep breath. One. Then two. He finally gains the courage to knock on your door. He can hear shuffling on the opposite side until the door swings open and he hears you groan.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” 

“I do and I’m still standing here.” Jimin nonchalantly shrugs, folding his arms across his chest. He wasn’t leaving until you gave him a definitive answer. 

“What do you want then?”

“An answer. You haven’t given me one.” He tries mustering up his infamous eye smile, but you’re so sleepy and you were on the verge of falling asleep before he came over. You’re over all of it honestly, trying to shut the door in his face, but he stops you, effectively pulling an eye roll from you. “Really?”

“Move Jimin.”

“Not until you say you’ll go out with me…” He's persistent and you know he’s not going anywhere even if it’s almost 11 o’clock at night. He’s tired of playing this game. “I asked you two weeks ago and you still haven’t given me an answer. You’re being a brat right now.”

“I’m being a brat?” You scoff, finally folding your arms right over you chest to stand your ground. “What gives you the right?”

“You are! You can’t even give me a simple yes or no answer! It’s not that hard.”

You hadn’t realized the both of you were raising your voice until you hear a neighbor yelling for you to be quiet. Sighing for what seems like the millionth time, you toss your hands in the air. It was obvious he wasn’t going to give up and you just wanted some sleep.

“Did you think that maybe I don’t want to go out with you?”

“If you didn’t you wouldn’t still be standing here listening to me.” 

“You wouldn’t let me shut the door. That’s why I’m still standing here…”

“Whatever… just say yes. I really wanna take you out. I don’t know what’s so difficult about it.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, nervous that you will say no. He’s almost positive you will reject him, but to his surprise you don’t. 

“If I say yes. Will you leave me alone?” 

“Well, no but it’ll make me happy. And—“

“Okay, fine!” You counter, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves because as much as you want to make him suffer, you really want to go on a date with him too. “Fine I’ll go. But on one condition…”

His brow perks as he bites his lip in order to hide his massive grin. 

“And what’s that?”

“We go some place where I can have a drink because I’m gonna need it.”

“That can be arranged.” He knows the perfect place. “Friday evening. I’ll come get you.”

“Fine.” 

When you shut the door  he jumps up and down in excitement. Small fists bawled together, he feels as if he’s just won the lottery. Stuffing his hands in his pocket, he saunters his way back home and closes the door as his brother stares up at him.

“So???” His brother breaks the silence, motioning for him to say something. “What happened?”

“She said ‘yes’.” He practically squeals, plopping down on the sofa as Jungkook turns back to the television show he was watching.

“Fucking finally!”

“You know ___ is stubborn. She’s always been since we were kids.”

Jimin’s at a loss for words. He thought you were surely going to reject him since you put off answering him for nearly two weeks. But now, he could go to sleep happy; excited for what’s to come.

He ruffles his brother’s hair before getting up and heading off to his room. 

“Don’t stay up too late.”

Friday was here before either of you knew it.  You shake your head in annoyance at yourself for how nervous you were feeling.  It’s not like you didn’t know Jimin.  Even still, you couldn’t keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay.  A secret thrill ran through your body at the prospect of this actually meaning something.  

Even after all the things he’s done, the truth was, you didn’t really hate him.  The problem was he drove you crazy with his countless antics.  You were honestly surprised he never tried to pursue you before. Once he learned about girls, he never looked back. He has always been fast and furious.  That was the main reason you took so long to get back to him. You weren’t about to become another one of his countless sluts. He was your best friend’s brother, nothing more.  Besides, he never showed interest, really.  Flirting here and there didn't count as interest did it?

The doorbell brings you out of your reverie.  Adjusting your breasts in the mirror one last time, you scan yourself over and are pretty proud of what you see. You were no longer the same ____ from high school.  If Jimin wanted to play, you’d give him the game of a lifetime.

Before you make it downstairs, you find that Jimin has already made himself at home on your couch.  You forgot he had the key.

“Get your feet off the coffee table.”

At your voice Jimin turns and almost chokes on the beer he managed to steal from your fridge.

He whistles a low whistle and it makes you break out in goose bumps. Thank god he was too far away to see. 

“Damn.”

“Shut up. Let’s go.

“Anything you say, princess.”

He’d never called you that before and although you suspected it was his way of calling you bratty, you couldn’t deny it sent a shiver through your body.

When you get outside, you realize that he was planning on taking you on his motorcycle. Looking down at your skirt and then at Jimin, you realize he’s known about it this the whole time if his smile is any indicator.

“How the hell am I supposed to ride with a skirt on?”

Jimin strolls over and sits on his bike with ease.

 “Just wrap your legs around my hips and hold tight.” Son of a bitch.

“This isn’t so bad, now is it?”

Jimin watches you over the glass of his beer trying to read how you're feeling. He looks too damned good sitting on the bar stool  in his black leather jacket and pants.  His thighs flex under the material when he spreads his legs wider in order to balance his weight. “Eyes up here, I have a face, you know?”

The number of times you’ve rolled your eyes at him are too many to count, but most of the time it was purely due to his cockiness. In some ways you didn’t hate it because it was simply Jimin.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mini.  Besides, you owe me, so make me feel special.”

At the sound of his childhood nickname coming from your lips, he almost chokes on his drink.

“Shit, ___, please don’t call me that here.” Nervously he glances around making sure no one heard.

This particular bar was where he frequented with his gang. If he was caught being soft, they’d never let him live it down.  “Why not, Mini?” You were being a tease and he just couldn’t get enough. You stretched out the word causing Jimin to shift in his stool.  The fact that you didn’t know how incredibly sexy you were boggled him.  He’d always known this, and that’s why he had to protect you.  

For some reason, your innocence got in the way.  You were very sweet and trusting.  Even now he was paying for always being overprotective of you.  This very date barely took place because of something that happened seven years ago.  He hadn’t meant to rip your dress and ruin your night, but he knew what would have happened if he hadn’t warned you.

The whole prom was a set up.  He knew Yoongi well due to the fact that Jimin himself was known as a fuck boy too, except that Jimin had a heart.  One night while out, he had heard Yoongi talking with his own crew of douche-bags. For some reason they had set their sights on you. A large betting pool was made to see who could take the least attractive girls out to prom. Whoever lasted the night would win all the money, and from what Jimin saw, it was a lot.

His blood boiled at the way those fuckers tossed your name around as if you weren’t a human being. He would have fucked them up, but he was alone, and ten guys against one hardly seemed fair.  And so now here he was facing the consequences of his actions.  He had only meant to warn you, keep you from leaving the house, but he knew that he couldn’t tell you the truth.  How could he when your eyes beamed with happiness? You looked so absolutely stunning that night that his heart actually ached when he saw you, and so he reacted.

Although you forgave him in some sense, he knew you always thought him a fuck up, and he needed to change that. 

“If you keep trying to embarrass me, I’m going to wipe that smile off your face.” The way you reacted made Jimin’s chest puff out.  If he could capture the way your face flushed with his thinly veiled threat, he wouldn’t hesitate.

“Wow, am I supposed to be scared or something,  Miniiii?” You sing song the name, drawing it out to annoy him a little more.

Jimin’s jaw ticked and for the first time in all the years you’ve known him you felt fear. He was never mean to you, just a pain in the ass, but his face took on such a serious quality that you were beginning to regret your game.

“___, if I have to tell you one more time, you’re going to get it.”

“Is that a promise?”

Smirking, you chuckle at the angry look on his face, but your victory is short lived when his hand slides up your leg and in between your thighs. You freeze when his hand pauses, gripping your inner thigh just inches away from your sex.  The closeness was unexpected and you gasp when he slides it just a bit higher.

“Nothing to say, ___? Good. Now, can we get back to this date without you running that little mouth of yours?” 

Not really knowing how to explain what you were feeling, you simply nod and he removes his hand slowly, dragging his nails over your skin.  In the next instance, he’s drinking his beer as if nothing ever happened.  

But for you, it took a few solid minutes to slow down your breathing and get back into the moment.  He had never touched you like that before, so you were confused as to how he meant it.  

“So, why do you hate my guts so much?  I’ve known you since we were kids.  Was I really such a dick to you?”

You weren’t prepared for his questions, and it was impossible to form any coherent answer when you were still trying to recover from his touch. Why was he even worried about that when he had just blurred the lines between your friendship?  Was he really such a fuck boy he couldn’t tell when he was doing it?

“I-- I don’t hate you...you’re just an asshole sometimes..”

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up feigning shock. “An asshole, huh?  Those are some big words coming from such a small person.”

“Fuck you, Jimin.  I could kick your ass if I wanted to.”

“I’d like to see you try.” He turns then and stands to fit himself between your legs. You were careful of how you sat trying to keep your goods from everyone at the bar, but when Jimin slipped in, you forgot all about decency.  His tight muscled body snug between your thighs causes your skirt to hike up a bit and Jimin notices.  He takes off his leather jacket to place it over your frame.  The leather hides you from prying eyes, but not from Jiimin.

“Why can’t you be a good girl? I’m trying to be nice here, but you always have to run your mouth. I want to apologize but you aren’t making this easy for me. Let’s get out of here.”

Seeing Jimin’s genuine expression of frustration, you get up without question. The entire ride home was silent, and it’s when he drops you off at your house with nothing but a kiss on the forehead, that you actually start to feel guilty for being so tough on him. 

“Why are you always so uptight around Jimin, ____? Is there something you want to tell me?”  Jungkook eyes you curiously as you go to take a bite out of your burger. 

“Why do you always have to bother me when I’m eating, Kook?”

He chuckles lightly throwing a fry in your direction. “Because, you’re easy to tease. Now fess up. The prom thing was ages ago. What’s the deal?” His eyes are on you once again, scanning your face for any sign of emotion. Instead of replying, you shove the burger in your mouth taking a huge chunk out of it.

Pretending to be unable to speak, you chew until Jungkook says the words you’ve been dreading since high school.  

“You like him, don’t you?”

Bits of food come flying out of your mouth at his statement. Laughing at your state, Jungkook reaches over to pat you on the back. 

“I knew it! You don’t even have to tell me.”

Finally catching your breath, you stare daggers at him, trying to convince him that he was speaking lies. 

“No!” You try to steady your voice but it wavers and you know he knows. He even has you questioning yourself. “I… I don’t like him…”

“Then why are you blushing?” 

“What?”

“Your ears turn red when you’re embarrassed and they’re red now. Also, your cheeks get blotchy too. Remember I’ve known you seen elementary school.” Fuck, he had you there. If anyone knew your reactions, it was him.  

“I’m not blushing, I just choked for goodness sake!”

“Yeah, sure. If you say so. But if I were you, I’d make a move soon. He might start to believe you really do hate him.”

Rolling your eyes, you take a sip of your soda in contemplation. Did Jimin really think you hated him?  “I don’t hate him, okay?  I just—”

“Love him?”

Shocked and embarrassed you grab a handful of fries and chuck them his way.

“Hey!”  

“That’s what you get for talking crap.”  The problem was that he wasn’t talking crap.  You weren’t a hundred percent sure where your feelings stood for Jimin. It had been a long journey in your relationship, and you weren’t ready to be vulnerable with him yet. 

“Anyway, the city's annual festival is coming up.” Jungkook says, glancing over at you whose face is stuffed with food once again. Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he immediately busts out into laughter when you try to swallow. 

“What about it?”

“Who are you going with?” 

“I hadn’t planned on going honestly.” you frown.  Just thinking about it has you rolling your eyes, especially after being humiliated the last time you went. It’s always been a day where you sit at home and do nothing but read, maybe even write or watch television. “I just never felt like going back.”

“Well… if you change your mind, you know I’ll go with you. I hate that you always stay cooped up in the house.”

“Since when do you care?” You quirk your brow, confused because he’s never really cared before. 

“I’ve always cared. Just never said anything.”

“Yeah, Yeah.” 

“Anyways. I might go. If someone asked me to.”  you swirl a fry in ketchup as you speak and Jungkook knows exactly who that someone might be.

“Why don’t you ask him? I don’t know why both of you keep being so damn stubborn. One of you need to ask the other out.”

“Shut up…”

“No, just ask him, ___.”

Taking in a deep breath, you shrug your shoulders and continue eating your lunch. You knew Jungkook loved you and only had your best interest at heart, but were you ready to take that step?

“You think ___ would want to go with me?” Jimin’s genuinely curious if you would. The last time you went together was when you were younger before everything happened. 

“To where?”

“To the festival…” 

“I don’t know. I don’t know why you’re asking me.”

“Because you’re closer to her than I am. You’ll know if—“

“She doesn’t really go anymore.” Jungkook shrugs as he sits back in his seat and fiddles with his phone while looking over the texts you sent him not even a few minutes ago. “You won’t know until you ask her, hyung. I’m tired of playing matchmaker with the two of you. Grow some balls.”

“Excuse me? I’m not scared to ask her, Kook.”

“Could've fooled me. I’m not ___’s father.  Just ask her before she finds someone to take your place.”

“What the f-- what’s that supposed to mean? Is she seeing someone?”

“I don’t know. Is she?”

“She’s your best friend. You would know more than me…” Jimin retorts trying not to show just how affected he is by Jungkook’s words. “Why are you being so cryptic?”

“I’m not though.” Jungkook shrugs, “Anyway, are we going or not?”

“Not until you tell me.”

“Why can’t you ask her?”

“Because you can just tell me! What the hell? It’s a simple yes or no question.” Jimin smiles triumphantly, folding his arms across his chest as Jungkook groans. 

“Fine. Yeah she is.” Jungkook says matter-of-factly, seeing Jimin’s face smile plummet to the floor. “Can we go now?”

“Yeah… sure.” Jimin let's Jungkook leave first, grabbing his phone and his bag so he can lock up.

Jungkook knows he’s wrong for what he said, but honestly, he’s tired of being in the middle of you two. You’re not even talking to anyone else, but he hopes it’ll light a fire under his brother so that he will finally ask you out.

He watches silently knowing that Jimin’s mind is conjuring up endless scenarios of nonsense. He knew his brother tended to overthink things, sometimes a little too much.

“We went on a date though…” 

“She can still date multiple people, hyung.” 

“I guess…” Jimin mumbles, taking in a deep breath but still frowning. “I should’ve guessed it. Of course she wouldn’t only be talking to me.”

Jungkook feels even worse at hearing his brother’s dismay, but he hopes it will motivate his brother to talk to you. He’s been rooting for the two of you, and wants you to be together. If only you would both stop being cowards.

“Just tell her. For your sake...” Jungkook says, “...and mine.”

“I know I said I’d go with you, but I didn’t really want to.”

“Well suck it up because you’re my friend date.” Jungkook says, letting you hook your arm around his. 

“You’re lucky I even decided to come. It’s too cold for this.”

“You wouldn’t stand me up. And it’s slightly chilly…you’ll be fine.” He grins, shoving you playfully as you giggle in retaliation. “Anyway, Jimin said he’ll meet us here, but I don’t see him.”

“Maybe he got lost? It is kind of crowded.”

“Probably.” Jungkook pulls his phone from his pocket to dial his brother to see where he is. Answering on the second ring, you listen as you can tell he’s directing Jimin to where you are. “I’m waving do you see me?”

“Yeah, I see you.” Jimin says behind you, causing you to jump away from Jungkook.

“Jesus, Jimin.”

His lips form a half smile before falling again when you wrap your arm around Jungkook’s like before.

“Damn took you forever.” 

“Too many people here,” Jimin shrugs as his eyes are fixated on you. More importantly, fixated on the way you’re all over his little brother. He hadn’t asked you out and now he feels as if he was forced to be the third wheel. He feels so stupid dragging behind the both of you, watching  intently at your interaction. Unexpectedly, he gets a sinking feeling in his stomach.

How has he not noticed it before? The way you talk to his brother, how you’re always so quick to cling to him, and how you always defend him from Jimin when the teasing gets to be too much. 

There has to be something going on.

Were you dating and he didn’t know it? Was that why Jungkook didn’t want to help him? But, that wouldn’t make any sense! Why did you go on a date with him then?

He watches as Jungkook searches for something before dragging the both of you until he finds what he’s looking for. His favorite churro stand. 

“Hyung?” He can hear Jungkook calling for him, bringing him out of his thoughts. The both of you stare back at him when he doesn’t answer, Jungkook’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Sorry… What did you ask?” Jimin glances between the both of you, the sinking feeling never ceasing. You both honestly, looked so cute together, and it was evident that both of you liked each other too. Geez, could life slap him any harder than it already has?

When he sees Jungkook’s lips move again, he tunes back in to what his brother was saying, much to his dismay.

“Uh, I just asked if you wanted one?”

“One of what?” 

“Churro… Where have you been this whole time?” You jokingly ask, but Jimin is too in his head to think of a snarky reply. Instead, he excuses himself as you and Jungkook watch him disappear into the crowd of people. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know…” Jungkook shrugs even though he knows exactly what’s happening. He saw the looks his older brother gave you when you decided to hold his hand, and how upset he looked when you locked arms. You’ve always been this way with him. He doesn’t understand why his brother is so upset.

“Oooh! You should get me that teddy bear!” You break Jungkook out of his lingering thoughts only for him to see you’ve run off towards it, pointing at it like a little kid asking their parents for help. It’s so cute and Jungkook can see why his brother is so into you. Too bad you’re not his type.

“Which one?”

“That one.” You point aggressively, stretching your arm so he can see exactly which one. 

“I don’t see it.” He squints, pretending to not see it even after you’ve stomped your foot and pouted. You playfully slap his arm as he laughs, gearing up to begin tossing the rings onto the tip of the bottles. You cheer him on as he aims all of his shots perfectly. When he wins, he tells the guy which one you want, and you take it from his grasp like a kid in a candy store. The brown teddy bear is ten times bigger than you with a cute orange sweater on it that says ‘Busan City Lights Festival 2019’.

“Ah! I’ll cherish it forever!” You giggle, leaning up to go in for a kiss on the cheek, but in that moment Jungkook turns and you catch his lips by accident. You quickly pull away, eyes widening into saucers as you stutter your way through an apology. Jungkook waves you off, telling you it’s fine but you feel terribly awkward and embarrassed.

“Shit happens. Anyways, we should find Jimi--“

You both turn to see Jimin simply staring at the two of you. What are the odds that he actually saw you kiss Jungkook? Granted it was an accident, but to outsiders, it may not have looked that way.

“H-Hey Jimin… We were just coming to find you…” Jungkook says, but Jimin is staring directly at you. You feel like you’re burning under his gaze, unsure how to deviate his attention because you know for a fact he saw you. 

“Jimin…”

“Save it. I’m going home.” Jimin turns on his heels making a b line straight for the parking lot. His heart pounds against his chest as he fumbles with his keys. 

He doesn’t hear you tell Jungkook you’ll be back, handing him the teddy bear to hang-on to while you chase after his brother. Jungkook sees you weave your way through the crowd only to watch you quickly disappear. He lets out a deep sigh as he goes to sit at one of the picnic tables. When would both of you take your heads out of your asses and see what was truly there?

You feel bad, though it’s just a misunderstanding. You know Jimin had his suspicions of you and Jungkook, but that’s just how both of you have always been. You were always more affectionate towards Jungkook because he was more accepting of it.

You finally catch up to Jimin, grabbing his arm, spinning him around to face you.

“Jimin. Stop!”

“What the fuck, __?” He’s fuming. You have never seen him look at anyone the way he’s glaring at you now. 

His tone makes you feel small, and on instinct you back away to give him a little space.

“It’s not what you think…” 

“Then please tell me because it looks like you’re playing me for my brother.”

“What?! No! Why would you think that?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Jimin scoffs, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly as if it’s the easiest answer to come up with. Were you really that dense? “Maybe because I just saw you making out with him—“

“We weren’t making out…”

“It seemed that way to me.” Honestly, he’s so done with all the petty high school drama you’ve put him through. “I’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other. How you’re quick to cling to Jungkook without a second thought. I get it. I do. He’s your best friend. Whatever. But there’s something more there and I don’t want to be the one to get hurt because of it. One day you want me and then the next you want him…”

“Jimin…”

“Don’t pity me. Just go back. It’s clear you’d much rather be with him than me anyway.”

“Don’t do that.”

“I’m just telli—“

“No, you’re lying to yourself!” You step forward, trying to get closer to him but each time you do, he steps back. Trying to keep his distance from you, he ends up backing himself into his bike with nowhere to go. “If I wanted to be with Jungkook, I wouldn’t have chased after you. I wouldn’t be here trying to tell you that it was a fucking mistake. A mistake! And if you would listen to me, you would know it meant nothing to both of us!”

“Well why didn’t you fucking say that in the beginning?!”

“Because you wouldn’t let me!” You grip his plain white shirt, scrunching it in your fists before pulling him down for a heated kiss. Your palms can feel Jimin’s heart pounding against his chest when you push him back so you can speak. “Next time ask me before making assumptions.”

You turn to walk away but Jimin stops you, pulling you back into another kiss, one that has you melting into his body. He’s trying his best to hold himself up, but he finds himself growing weak in the knees the more you kiss him. He grows hungrier as he feels your tongue roll across his bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter, and he gives in without a second thought. Eyes closed, your tongue rolls all over his as he lets you take charge, wanting to get the feel of how you like it.

“Fuck…” He groans as you suck his tongue into your mouth. His eyes widen when you bite down on his bottom lip and pull it towards you. “All this time I thought you were a virgin…”

“Far from it.” You laugh until he bends forward, kissing down your neck. He holds you still so he can give it a little nibble, grazing his teeth so effortlessly against your skin. You gasp close to his ear, lips touching the crevice of his neck and chills run down his spine.

He stops from going any further, however.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Do you really wanna have sex in the middle of the parking lot?” He shoots you a sly grin before turning around and handing you a helmet. “Come on, I wanna take you somewhere.”

You don’t even question it, taking the helmet and practically molding yourself into his form. He loves how much closer you are to his back compared to the first time you rode with him. He didn’t even have to tell you to hold on tight because your arms were already wrapped around his waist.

His motorcycle comes to life, engine roaring in the dead of night. 

He zips through traffic as the city lights turn into a natural light guided by the moon. Eventually, you get the courage to ask him where he’s taking you since you don’t know where you are anymore.

“My getaway spot.” Is all he tells you when he finally pulls to a complete stop at what looks like a dead end. You’re surrounded by nothing but trees, something you weren’t expecting. 

“You wanted to show me trees?”

“Just come with me.” He mumbles, deciding to push his bike along as you tread up a hill. 

Finally reaching the top, Jimin pulls out the kickstand and leans against his bike with his arms crossed. Taking in your surroundings, you see trees covering the entire area except for the edge of the cliff that overlooks the town lake.

Looking forward, you notice the festival off in the distance. “This is your spot? How come I never knew about it before?”

Jimin smirks at the flirty attitude you’re suddenly giving off. “Because if I told you, then it wouldn’t be my spot, now would it?”

You crinkle your nose at him, and cross your arms, mimicking his behavior. “So what are we doing here?” You smile, biting your bottom lip in the process, and Jimin quickly pushes himself off of his bike and walks towards you. 

“This.” he says sweetly before he takes you in for another kiss. His lips are soft and warm, just the right amount of pressure applied to have you wanting more.

Slowly he nips and  tugs at your lips, beckoning your lips with his.  Wanting more, he teases your bottom lip with his teeth allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth effortlessly.  Wrapping his arms around your waist, he turns your body, and walks you backwards until you feel something hard and cold on your back. “Be a good girl, and sit.”

“You really think you’re in charge here?”

Gritting his teeth he lifts you up sitting you on the leather seat of his bike, fitting himself between your legs easily with your back  to the handlebars. 

“Mhmm, I know I am.” he replies against your ear. Expertly he rolls his hips onto your center and you moan into his mouth.  “Jimin...fuckk…”

Holding you tight, he presses his chest to yours, devouring you in another kiss.  He’d been wanting this for so long, and now that you were here...in his arms….he was getting lost in the moment.

One of his hands slides up and down your thigh, rubbing teasing circles as it climbs higher and higher.  Massaging the crease where your thigh meets your core, you giggle at the sensation.

“What’s so funny, brat?” Jimin nuzzles your nose with his own.  

“You’re tickling me, genius.”

Jimin’s eyes suddenly turn dark, eyes slitting into creases. “Are you being a smartass? Because if you are, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“What if I am? What are you—” 

Jimin has had enough of your mouth, and he’s been dying to adjust your attitude. Grabbing you by the arm, he yanks you forward.

“Get up.” He pats your thigh only to see that you don’t even budge. “Such a brat.”

“Make me.”

“You know I will, princess.” His smirk sends a soft chill down your spine, seeing the way your eyes dilate with purpose. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

He positions you on the bike the way he wants you, so your legs are wrapped around his waist.

Bringing your arms up around him, you play with the nape of his neck and he grins. 

He’s imagined this scenario so many times in his head, but none of them prepared him for this.

You’re definitely so much different than what he originally thought.

“You’re thinking too much. Just let go. Let it happen.” You pull him in by the collar of his leather jacket and throw your arms around his shoulder. His eyes widen with curiosity the moment you begin kissing up his jawline, nipping at his tiny hoop earring. You tug it gently between your teeth and it’s enough to get a reaction out of him.  As if involuntarily, Jimin grinds up against your center to try and relieve himself.

It’s funny because for as long as he’s had his motorcycle, he’s never thought about doing something like this with anybody; let alone with you. 

“Eyes up here.” You cup his chin, whispering in his ear how gorgeous he looked basking in the moonlight and how it hit his skin just right. 

Pulling back, he locks eyes with you, groaning in desperation. “You’re such a tease.”

“Am I?” you ask, fingers playing with his jeans. There was just something so sexy about Park Jimin and ripped jeans. He always looked good in them, no matter how mauled they looked, and right now, it was no different. “You look eager for something.”

“I just want you to touch me.” 

The strain in his jeans make him desperate, wanting a release, but he wasn’t about to beg you. You yank him forward, swiftly unbuttoning his pants as his breath hitches the moment you dip your hands inside of his boxers. He’s hovered over you, hands on the handlebars as he tries to keep his balance.

“You got your dick pierced?” You ask, genuinely surprised but so turned on at the thought. He can’t even answer you, your fingers playing with the little ring distracting him with how damn warm and divine it feels. He finds himself rolling his hips into your hand, wanting more friction than what’s being given, but you pause. He whines, grabbing your wrist immediately.

“Why’d you stop?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” You tease him, giving the head of his cock a light squeeze.

“What does it feel like?” he quips.

“So snippy…” You let go of him completely, and he whips his head up to look at you, nibbling his lips nervously. “Stand up.”

He gets off the bike, and stands up to lean against it the best he can without it falling over. You follow suit, leaves crunching under each and every step. It’s a little chilly but not enough to make the both of you stop, and you honestly don’t even want to.

You pull his pants down, along with his underwear, to his glorious mid-thigh as he lets out a guttural groan. He struggles to maintain his composure, but his hard cock feels so hot and heavy against your hand . You love the little ring lodged into the head of his dick, so pretty and  encrusted with little jewels. Your face says it all, a mixture of lust and wonder takes over, and he finds himself at your mercy once you decide to finally taste him.

“It suits you.” Is all you say before you sink your mouth onto the poor unsuspecting boy. His eyes widen comically, but he indulges in the way your mouth feels. The ring only adds to his pleasure once you stop being afraid and begin flicking it with your tongue.

He finds himself weak in the knees, hands on top of your head for a little leverage, your tongue alone making him feel amazing.

 “You’re so—oh god— y-your mouth… fuck!” Jimin tosses his head back and gulps, his hands tightening their grip on the seat of his bike as he finds himself trying to fuck into your mouth, but you stop him by putting your hand on his hip, tracing his v-line down to the base before wrapping your hand around him.

That’s when you decide to pick up the pace, bobbing your head up and down, and he doesn’t know where to place his feelings. He’s overwhelmed, never having had someone take care of him. The girls before you almost always wanted what they could take… no other experience was ever like this. You looked happy to give him pleasure.

“I’m— shit… s-Stop! Stop!” He whines, trying his hardest to catch his breath as you stop completely, your eyes enlarging, afraid that he might be hurting.

“I got carried away. Did I hurt you, I’m s—“

“No! No… I’m fine. I-I just… fuck, what the hell?” He thinks it’s cute how you apologize for something that wasn’t even your fault. The truth was, if you kept going like that he was sure to blow his load, and he didn’t want that, at least not until he had you.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Stand up, princess.” he grins, helping you up as you clumsily stumble a few times. He wipes the excess saliva off the side of your mouth before bringing his fingers up to his mouth to suck while staring directly into your eyes. “Bend over the seat.”

He moves so you can do just that, your mind in a lustful haze, as is his. Unbuttoning your pants and letting them drop to the floor, he places his hand on your ass to give it a small squeeze. Softly he kneads at the flesh before bringing his hand back to give it a smack. You yelp cutely, following it up with a moan, and Jimin finds he could listen to the sounds you make all day.

“Like that, princess?” You push back into him, feeling him grind right into you. “Such a little minx for me.” he says, letting out an airy chuckle. 

“Just hurry up and fuck me already,” you grimace at the sudden brush of cold air against your skin. It’s getting darker and you need to get back before it gets too late.

“So impatient.” 

“Yeah, Yeah. You’re not the one with their ass out in the open.”

Jimin grins though you can’t see it. He gets down on his knees and spreads you open. Licking his lips, he dives right in. You both seem to like the element of surprise, something Jimin is definitely good at. He rolls his tongue right between your dripping folds, the tingle causing you to squeeze around absolutely nothing. 

You can hear the way he slurps you dry, tongue-fucking you to his heart’s content. He likes the way you moan for him to keep going, and how you reach back to keep his face buried in your soppy cunt. 

When he finally pulls back, he’s quick to jump up and align himself to push inside you. 

“Ah fuck!”

“M-Move Jimin…” He glances down to see your head turn to look back at him, your eyes glossy and slightly red. You’ve never experienced anything like this, he can tell. 

“I’ll be gentle if y—“

“No, fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else. Don’t go soft of me.” You don’t have to say anything more because at that moment, his resolve begins to break down. The way you’re talking, mixed with the way you’re trying to fuck yourself back onto him, clearly expresses that you’re just as much of a freak as he is.

He lifts up his shirt to get a good look at the way his cock disappears. He starts off slow, but not so much that it doesn't keep you satisfied. Watching his cock disappear inside of you is a wondrous sight to see. 

“Harder…”

He gives you exactly what you ask for, grabbing onto your shirt for leverage. He’s sure he’s ripped it, seeing now how it’s hanging a little too low, but he’ll buy you another one.

He’s practically drilling into you, his thrusts a little sloppier as time goes on, but he loves feeling you squeeze around him. He can hear just how wet you are from everything and it makes him pick up the speed. He’s so close, and he knows you’re close too. He takes the opportunity to reach in front of you to start playing with your bundle of nerves. He hears you gasp and squeal knowing it’s bringing you so much closer. His other hand finds its way under your shirt, twisting and playing with your nipple as his hips stutter.

“Jimin, oh fuck!”

“Are you gonna cum? Cum all over my dick, princess.”

You whimper, collapsing even further onto his bike amazing him with your flexibility.

He quickly gets your leg untangled from your jeans and raises it up to sit on the seat. Opening you up so much more, he’s drowning in the thought of you and what’s to come out of this. 

“You keep squeezing me like that…” Jimin couldn’t even get his words out when he sees you turn to look at him, a devious smirk on your face as you do exactly that. Suddenly. he pulls himself out of you and begins jacking himself off, coming all over your ass. He tries to catch his breath, hoping you came too but of course you hadn’t.

Right when you were going to get up, he pushes your torso back onto the bike. His thoughts turning to one thing and one thing only-- It’s your turn to cum.

He flicks and licks, using his hands to clap your ass cheeks together before licking his finger and sticking it right into your ass. He doesn’t stop fingering you, doesn’t stop eating you until he feels you struggle to keep yourself upright. Pulsing around his tongue, he can tell you’re close, just needing an extra push. He begins playing with your clit and the nerves right above it, causing you to chant his name like a witch casting a spell.

“Keep—God… R-Right there… T-There!”

He tastes your cum, continuing to lick you dry as the festive fireworks begin to go off in the background. Once he’s done, he stands to his feet and leans over your spent body.

 “Was that good?”

You don’t even have a snarky come back for him because you’re trying your hardest to calm your palpitating heart. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He’s genuinely concerned, but you sit up and turn back with a smile.

“Perfect.”

He grins with you, helping you up and finding some napkins to help clean you off. Pulling your pants up in the process. You watch him toss the dirty napkin to the ground, shoving him and shaking your head. 

“Really?”

“What?” He asks, confused as to why it’s such a big deal. 

“Just toss it in the trash can. Last thing you need is for some poor animal t—“

“Okay fine.” He cuts you off not wanting to hear the rest of it but laughs anyway. Walking a little ways upward, he finds a picnic table and pulls you along with him to finish watching the fireworks show.

He lays his jacket on the table and helps you climb up to lay down and get comfortable.

After watching the show for a little more, he finally breaks the silence.

“So, what does this mean for us?” 

It’s a question you knew was coming, but even then you still don’t know. You were hoping he had the answer.

“It means you can take me out on another date.”

“I can arrange that,” Jimin says, looking down at the way you’re cuddled right into his chest. No doubt listening to the way his heart beat a mile a minute, skipping a few beats too. “___?”

“Yeah, Mini?” He wants to get mad at the use of the nickname, but a part of him finds it so endearing now that he can’t. Instead he just stays quiet, hoping you won’t ask him what he wants but of course you do. 

“What’s wrong?” You’re looking at him with the most adorable puppy eyes he’s ever seen and he can’t take it, so he simply blurts it out.

“I wanted to tell you—“ He sits up, taking your hand and you’re so confused because he was just so vocal during sex, but now he’s not.

“Just say it…”

“Ugh,” He groans, pulling you into his chest, hearing you laugh at his antics.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Just be my girlfriend.” He sighs, finally asking, but nervously awaiting your response.

Your eyes widen, but you immediately nod your head yes. 

“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

You practically tackle him down to the table, raising his hands above his head and grinning. You’re quick to kiss him again, this time it’s soft as you feel him finagle his way out of your grip to put his hand on either side of your face to deepen it. There’s so much tongue but there’s no fight, just the exploration of each other.

When he pulls back, he bites his lips and smiles tenderly. He wishes he could stay like this forever.

“We should get back. I’m sure Jungkook is wondering where we are.” you mention, but he simply stops you by keeping you rooted in place, “Mini…”

“We’ll go back after a second.”

His lips are back on yours and because it was him, you knew he didn’t have plans on going back anytime soon.

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“Why don’t you look inside of that bag and give me a little show.”

Glancing over to the bed you see a pretty pink gift bag.  Walking over you peek inside excited to see it’s contents. Smiling towards Jungkook he gestures for you to put it on.

You walk into the bathroom, quickly changing into the beautiful black lace lingerie set. The pattern is intricate with cute little bows adorning the shoulder straps.  On the cup, there were heart shaped patterns delicately designed to cover just the right places.  The panties should be labeled pure sin, the crotch part completely open.

Walking back out you see that Jungkook has already undone is tie, having thrown it haphazardly across the room. When he notices your presence, his eye brow quirks up and he swallows hard.  It’s the first reaction he’s given you since walking in through the door. You know he wants you so bad he can hardly stand it, but he also liked to enjoy what was his.

“Like what you see?” you tease.

“Come here.” Jungkook commands and you easily comply.  He grabs your hips pulling you onto his lap so that you straddle him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him  closer, noses barely brushing.

“Didn’t you miss me, baby? I missed you so much.  I didn’t even touch myself.”

Your words surprise him. He never asked you to do such a thing, but knowing how horny you must be, made him all the more curious.

“Is that so, noona?”

“Mhmm.” you whine into his ear, and he struggles against wanting to throw you onto the bed and fucking you senseless.

You know he’s crumbling, you’ve always known how to break his steady resolve.

Moving in closer you feel his hard length touch your unclothed core causing your body to shake.  You were so sensitive from the months of need and now with Jungkook’s strong and muscular body between your legs, you were ready to melt into a puddle.

He feels your reaction and wanting to help, he grabs your hips and grinds up and into your pussy. You hiss at the sensation and when he pulls back he can see a full wet patch on the crotch of his pants.

“Damn, baby.  Why don’t you ride me a little bit, make yourself feel good...make that pussy even wetter for me?” You roll your hips once and barely contain the whimpers threatening to fall from your lips.

“I’m soo sensitive, Kookie. Help me, please help me cum.”

Your pout makes Jungkook want to move mountains to give you anything you ask for. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you down and firmly swipes your hips back and forth.  The rough material of his slacks rubs against your folds providing relief to the fire raging within you. He continues the torture making sure to press up hard against your cunt.

“That’s it, noona.  You look so fucking beautiful. Did you miss this cock, angel?”

Whimpering with tears in your eyes, you drop your head onto his shoulder as the orgasm you seek knocks at your door.

“Such a good girl.  Look at how wet you got me, baby.  You’re soaked.”

You bring him closer, hugging him tighter, letting him know just how much you missed him.

“Did you like my present, noona?”