TENDER TOUCH - JiKook/KookMin (English)

Restroom

*angst*

Jungkook's Point of View

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The door of my room suddenly opened, making me turn around to find Jimin standing there with huge eyes, and considering I was wearing only my boxers and a towel around my neck it was normal considering his clothing standards

>>A-A-Anja had l-let me i-in<<

He quickly explained while I dried my wet hair with the towel I had with me

>>Oh okay, seat where you prefer<<

I mumbled putting on my socks. He quickly took a seat on the sofa, but I felt his eyes on me

>>I know I'm sexy and all, but you're going to draw holes on my body staring like that<<

I said chuckling and turning around, slipping in the gray striped black trousers

>>You're too fucking confident..<<

He whispered to himself

>>I heard you. And you swore. By the way, you don't dress up?<<

Jimin shook his head, making me frown

>>Why?<<

He raised one finger

>>Because I don't know where you put the suit, and..<<

He shyed away his reply by blushing lightly

>>The bag is there<<

I pointed with my chin towards the desk

>>And if you're bashful about undressing in here, I will just remind you that I already saw and touched, so there's nothing to hide anymore<<

He became a little redder, but still nodded convinced, rising up to go and take the two boxes in the shopping bag, walking back and placing them on the sofa. He turned around, so I couldn't ''see'', and stripped off his jeans, along with the shirt. From his bag pack he picked a singlet, slipping it on from his head. He slowly opened the package of the suit, lifting the layers of light black paper, and finally taking out his outfit for the night. Lifted the bottoms of the dress, he stared at it for quite a bit, but then he bent down to wiggle his legs in, giving me time to contemplate the fucking arousing view of his mesmerizing peach, in all his underwear-covered glory. Jimin then rose straight again, while I observed the good shape of his rounded ass in those pants, but then realising that I was the one staring now, instead of dressing myself. I turned to the other side, fumbling with the buttons of my white button up. I glanced behind my shoulder, and Jimin was just putting on his shirt as well. I wore the jacket of my own suit, closing it. I turned to the sofa again, meeting Jimin's eyes, who was (still not fully dressed) eyeing me curiously

>>Would you mind putting this on for me, baby?<<

I said lifting the black bow tie. Jimin walked in front of me, lifting the collar of the button up, reaching for the bow and putting it around my neck, tying it and putting back down the raised collar. He then fixed it in position, giving me a thumbs up as he was done, making two steps behind to look at his work