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Alone. Jimin walked around his home, feeling like he was in someone’s else’s space. Everything was the same as he left it. Clean, neutral, new. How he liked it. Or was that just what he told himself because he didn’t know how to make a place feel like his own? Hadn’t spent enough time to try because he knew it wouldn’t make it feel like a home anyway?
This had been his home, technically. But for the last year and a half he had only been a visitor, treating it like a familiar layover hotel. But now, for the first time in months, he was alone. Not on leave visiting his family and friends, not in the barracks with a whole unit, but really just alone.
Staring at his blank living room wall, the future of lonely nights in this cold apartment stretched out in front of him. When he had been here on leave, he always knew it was temporary, that he would soon be returning to…somebody’s company.
The truth is, he’d never been as desperate to move out from their shared apartment like the other members, who had craved their own space. Some of them needed it, he could see. He could see that Yoongi and Hobi wanted quiet, needed it to recharge. That Hobi craved control over his own space for once. That Jin thought it was the right time, the logical next step. That V enjoyed being able to move on his own timeline. But he knew that some of them, it would be hard. He worried that Namjoon both craved his space away from being their leader 24/7, but had a tendency to get lost in his head too much without his members to bring him back to earth. And Jungkook, who had never known a moment without his hyungs at his side - Jimin had thought he wouldn’t know what to do with himself on his own. But it seems like everyone else had taken it better than him. Because Jimin? He had realised in their absence that he simply liked being around others. That’s what felt like home.
He felt vulnerable in the quiet. Alone, not with Jungkook at his side. A presence that had become part of his body, a chin on his shoulder, an arm on his waist, a voice laughing in his ear, eyes that he could find in any time and space, crowded barracks, noise of a mess hall, the cold air of an open field, eyes that would meet his and exchange a thousand thoughts in the space of a look, a gaze that was always there watching him when Jimin would search to meet them.
Because Jungkook had gone back to his own apartment, his own bed, his own chosen company, because their time together was over and they had to return to their lives.
Of course, it was a relief, a day Jimin had been counting down for years, but now that it was here, he didn’t feel relief. He felt lost. And like he had let go of…something. In all his days yearning for the end of his service, he’d forgotten this part of it - it meant coming back to loneliness. In the year before service, their year of hiatus, Jimin had been so desperately lonely. He hadn’t known it at the time - had become numb to his feelings. He’d only realised a week into his trip with Jungkook for their travel show, when he woke up in the middle of the night and felt his warm body by his side and the ever present anxiety in his chest melted away. He realised, he had been lonely for a long time.
Jimin shook his head. How selfish was Jimin to wish for Jungkook, when Jungkook had a whole life to return to, of new possibilities - lovers, freedoms, projects. He was just jealous, he told himself, because he didn’t have much to return to.
As he ordered kimchi stew from his favourite restaurant, watched YouTube for as long as he like, he kept going to speak out loud, to show Jungkook what made him laugh, before remembering that he wasn’t there. Sometimes he would start to type out the joke, the recollection, but he never clicked send.
Before midnight, Jimin found himself sleepy. He guessed his body still ran on the military schedule. He accepted it,turned off YouTube and went to bed, ready for this weird first day to be over. But no matter how tired his body was, heavy and sinking, his mind was awake. He kept imagining what life would be like now, going through scenarios. He kept remembering what life had been like. Those last few days especially: the anticipation of discharge, the fear of change, the excitement that it would end, how much closer he had clung to Jungkook in his nerves.
His bed felt gigantic. He didn’t know where to get comfortable and kept moving and searching for somewhere that felt right. But what was missing was someone to his right, a cold nose burrowing onto the skin of his upper arm. A small snore, because every sound Jungkook made was small, that he could match his own breathing to. When Jimin’s thoughts ran rampant, he would count jungkooks breaths, feel his regular exhale on his shoulder, the heat of his chest millimetres from his side as it expanded in and out. Every time he got lost in worrying, that snore would bring him back. His bedroom was quieter than ever but his head was too loud.
His phone rang. His heart jolted. Fumbling, he slid it to his ear.
“Um…Sergaent Park, Park!” He could imagine Jungkook’s furrowed brows and pursed lips, roleplay voice on. “Um… This is first platoon! Over!”
Jimin laughed and laughed. Then he cleared his throat and reached down into his stomach for his deep voice. “Yes sir, go ahead.”
He could hear Jungkook's smile on the other end, mirrored on his own. “You’re missing from Duty Sergeant."
“Huh!?” Jimin puffed.
“Night shift began 10 minutes ago solider!”
“Hey…I discharged, you fool!” Jimin laughed. “I’m not missing.” Quieter.
“Well, to me you still are. Missing.”
Heat rises on Jimin’s cheeks.
“I miss you too Jungkookah.”
Jimin rolled over to his side, pulling the phone tighter against his ear, closing his eyes.
“This doesn’t feel real. I don’t feel real Jungkook.” He sighed. “I feel like I’m in someone else’s life.” There's relief in saying it out loud.
“Yeah,” Jungkook breathed. “It’s weird huh?”. Then “...My bed is so big here.”
“Mine too. I can’t fall asleep. There’s so much space.”
Space where you would be, Jimin wants to say.
“Jiminshi…” It’s the tone Jungkook uses when he wants something.
“Yeah Jungkookie.”
“Can I come over?”
Jimin smiles. “Yes honey.”
“Okay, honey.”
And that was how Jimin found himself with the comforting heat of Jungkook next to him again.
They had talked, they’d been apart for half the day and already felt they had hours of things to speak about again. Every little interaction they’d seen. Every feeling. Tucked away in their head to share with each other because does anyone else understand them right now? Why that moment was funny or that phone call was strange or had they seen what so and so looked like now or why the tea he made had reminded him of that cold night in May, when their junior had dropped salt instead of sugar into their teas and he’d been so excited to do something nice for them they hadn’t had the heart to say anything, drank their salty tea and held back their laughter.
As the sun teased its rise through the curtains, the sound of birds outside and street sweepers whirred, Jungkook tucked his chin under Jimin armpit, and began to breath evenly. And Jimin’s breathing fell into step, in sync. Like walking side by side, they fell into sleep together.
The next day, they woke to their family’s calls, spent the day with their respective parents and aunts. And at midnight, this time Jimin rang through.
“Jungkoooook.”
“Yeeeeess.” Jungkook trailed
“Jungkoooook.”
“Hmmmm…? What’s up hyung?” He trailed.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Do you want me to come?”
That was fast. Jimin stays silent.
“It’s okay, I’ll help you hyung. I’ll keep you company.”
“Okay.”
And so he came, black hoodie and pants dropping on Jimin's floor, crawling next to him under the sheet in a shirt and boxers. Speaking softly until Jimin’s eyes started to close.
And he came again the next night, and the next.
Usually, Jungkook would snuggle into his shoulder and drop instantly asleep. It would make Jimin so jealous, he’d always had the superpower of falling asleep on demand. These nights, he seemed to be taking extra care to let Jimin fall asleep first. He would stroke his hand, talk softly of his day, the anime he couldn’t stop rewatching, hold Jimin’s waist gently. And it worked - Jimin fell deeper and deeper asleep.
A few nights in though, Jimin had a bad night. It felt he had been waking up every hour, falling into a half-slumber only to wake again only moments later.
His thoughts took on a dreamlike trance, playing out a hundred what-ifs. What if I look too old for the fans? What if I can’t dance anymore? What if I don’t lose this weight easily?
By dawn, he gave in, stopped pretending to be asleep and let his eyes open, taking in the morning light pushing its way through the curtains.
He felt Jungkook drooling on his bicep and smiled. He would always be their baby.
Jimin pulled away to turn his back to Jungkook, giving himself the space to be awake. Sighed.
After a few moments, he felt the bed shift, and a long form slotted in along his back, warm breath on his shoulder. Jungkook’s arm draped over his side. Instinctually, Jimin held his hand. Squeezed.
“Jimin sii?”
Jimin stayed quiet. Stuck in the guilt for waking Jungkook up by tossing.
“You can’t sleep baby?” Jungkook’s drowsy tone sang.
Jimin’s heart swelled, flipped, burned. He shook his head.
“Let me help you”.
“Help… me…?”
“This will help.”
And Jungkook’s arm swept him in, pulling Jimin back against him, arm firm on his stomach. He felt Jungkook’s chest moving. Their legs tangled together.
Jimin pushed back into him. Asking to be held tighter. Jungkook squeezed in answer, pushed his hips forward. Jimin’s body flushed with heat.
Jungkook’s hand came up to rest on Jimin’s stomach over his tshirt. Jimin felt the heat of it, the wide shape, god his hands were big. His world narrowed to an intense awareness of Jungkook’s hand, every nerve ending electrified. He felt his own stomach swelling in and out with his breath against his palm. One breath, two breaths…
And then Jimin scrunched his fist into his tshirt, lifted his shirt up towards his face, just a small force, but just enough of a slow pull that it slipped out from under Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook’s hand now slid onto Jimin’s bare skin.
Jungkook pressed down. Telling him, I’m here. I can feel you.
Jimin kept dragging his shirt up slowly, and Jungkook’s hand followed steadily, tracking up Jimin’s stomach, onto his chest, Jimin lifting his shirt slowly until his nipples were exposed,
Here Jimin stopped. Jungkook let his first finger come up to the edge, circle once, twice. A gasp left Jimin’s lips. Jungkook’s touch was a trail of fire leading up to his chest. His finger brushed up against his nipple, paused, moved away, and then slowly brushed over it again. Jimin’s nipples were growing hard.
And he began to move without realising, rocking up into Jungkook’s fingertips, wanting more. Jungkook just drew his finger steadily back and forth over the bump. Each slow flick sent a wave of pleasure through Jimin’s body. He was panting, shaking. More, he wanted to say. Jimin’s dick was pulsing with heat, getting harder every moment and his nipples felt like they were on fire. Was this really happening?
Desire flooded through Jimin’s limbs and he couldn’t stop his hips rolling back against Jungkook’s. He gasped when he felt the younger’s hard length brush against his arse. Had to bite his lip to stifle a whine. God. yeah. This was happening. They were both hard. Jimin stilled, then cautiously pressed his arse back against Jungkook’s dick.
Jungkook groaned, low and hungry in Jimin’s ear. The sound thrilled Jimin. His cold nose brushed Jimin’s neck, then his lips. This electrified Jimin’s whole body. He pushed back harder, grinding on his member, feeling it drag between his cheeks.
Jungkook thumbed over his nipple, pinched it and pulled it, drawing moans out of Jimin.
Jimin let his hand close over Jungkook’s, still kneading his nipple, and pulled it up from his chest up to his mouth. He placed his long fingers on his lips. Opened, swallowed two of them in with a sucking sound.
Jungkook sighed into his neck, and actually thrust his hips up into Jimin. He had kept his body still, just letting his hands roam, but never too far, still following Jimin’s lead and letting Jimin’s body glide and push against his. Jimin kept sucking. Hummed a bit on the fingers. Jungkook placed wet hot kisses on his shoulder, mouth wide and messy. Hips jerked up, grinding against Jimin. “Ahh.. baby.” He heard against his back.
Jimin pulled his lips from Jungkook’s fingers with a wet pop.
“This is…ah.. This is going to help me sleep?” He managed.
Jungkook brought his hand to Jimin’s hip.
“Yeah.” Jungkook mumbled. Help you relax.” Rubbed circles on his hip. “Stop thinking.” Mouth back at Jimin’s ear. “Then maybe you can sleep, yeah?” He took his lobe between his lips and pulled. Something about Jungkook’s breath and heat right there made him shiver.
Jungkook’s teeth grazed his skin, teasing, then he began to suck.
He hooked a leg over Jimin’s hips, bringing Jimin’s arse right up against his crotch, shifting his weight onto Jimin’s side so he could access more of Jimin’s shoulder with his mouth.
“Alway ready to help hyung, huh?” Jimin breathed in an amused tone. Jungkook’s hand found his chin, turned him until they were eye to eye. Jimin’s laughter left him immediately. Their faces were inches apart. Jungkook’s lips, soft and pink and wet, were right there. “I’ll take care of you.” Jungkook whispered, and brought his lips to Jimin’s.
Jimin’s heart set alight, like a small fire stoked by wind, blazing bright. Soft lips slipped against his, smooth, seamless. They melted together. Jungkook kissed him with precision, focus, tenderness. Jungkook’s lips retreated. Jimin blinked his eyes open, found that Jungkook was looking down. Down at his hand that was now gripping the waistband of Jimin’s boxers. He tugged them, looked up, and slid his palm under to envelop Jimin’s dick. When Jimin’s mouth opened in a moan, Jungkook swooped back down to capture it. Jungkook stroked him carefully, smoothly, each tug leaving Jimin moaning against his lips. Precum leaked from his tip, Jungkook captured it with a thumb and kept stroking. Jimin felt lost in sensation, the pressure building in between his legs, the fiery touch of Jungkook’s hand, the weight and warmth of Jungkook’s body and mouth…all he could do was ride the pleasure each stroke sent through him. Jungkook was rutting him now. Paused to pull down his boxers, his cock slapping against his skin. Jungkook’s head was so so wet, hadn’t even been touched yet. His precum leaked onto Jimin’s arse cheeks. Feeling how wet he was, how long and thick his cock was as it slipped between Jimin’s cheeks, made his cock ache even more.
“...Jungkookah…” Jimin warned.
Jungkook’s grip firmed, strokes quickened, and Jimin’s thighs started to shake. “Come for me baby.” Jungkook guided. His other hand met Jimin’s nipple, which was too much for him.
“Ah.. Ah..” Jimin’s moaned higher and higher, pressure and pleasure all building, and then washing over him, hot cum shooting out onto Jungkook’s hand. “That’s right hyung…” Jungkook kept hold of his cock as he came.
The orgasm softened, slowed. Jimin whimpered, twitching in Jungkook’s hand.
Jungkook slowed, released him. Wiped his hand on the sheets and pulled Jimin’s boxers back into place. Jimin felt the movement happening in a daze.
“Close your eyes baby.” Jungkook murmured. He brought a sheet over both of their bodies and hugged Jimin tight.