"Jungkookie," Jimin took a step his way tangling his fingers into his hair.
"Jimin..." that name was like a gasp that left Jungkook's lips, when Jimin's big ones became so hot against them.
Before they could control it or grasp it their lips were deeply in each other their tongues tangling, Jimin leading him in that madness, pulling him even closer while Jungkook was fighting with his hands which were begging to do things, yet he only awkwardly placed in on Jimin's trained chest. Their kisses so heavy, bending reality into forgetting.
Jimin's lips so good, like the softest treasure, playing with his any way he liked.
Jungkook was moaning into them almost begging, his body on fire, his hands shyly tracing along Jimin's neck, when the boy parted their lips for a split second to pull Jungkook's jacket off, the lift his hoodie and t-shirt over his head.
"Ah!" Jungkook gasped watching Jimin's fierce stare and smooth palms all over his body.
"I guess I love your personal trainer for that," whispered Jimin biting the skin on his shoulder lightly.
The room was trembling, Jungkook wasn't sure if he's alive anymore.
"Jimin," he begged.
"What," Jimin's voice was lower than usual, so damn sexy, his lips working against Jungkook's neck like in trance definitely leaving hickeys.
Jungkook had no idea what to tell so he only pulled Jimin's clothes in his palms, the boy still sucking over his neck sending electric waves into his body, what physics was it anyway?
Jimin's lips gluing to his shoulder tattoos sending him even higher above the city.
"Please," begged Jungkook tilting his head back as it was unbearable.
He was so hard he was afraid his pants will not sustain that power.
"I will give it all to you when you're begging so nicely," Jimin's whisper was only a gasp, a second later smooth finger closed on the hem of him boxers pulling them down his legs with his pants.
"Wha...!" Jungkook almost cried raising his eyes open to see Jimin still fully dressed kneeling down in front of him, with that angelic face, deep eyes and soft pillow lips which took him all in so smoothly Jungkook was shocked.
He was standing there watching unable to grasp that sighed in front of him, his idol crush, his Jimin looking so vulnerably beautiful while holding his d* in his mouth.
That soft tongue against his tip sent him into another universe and Jungkook cursed closing his fist on Jimin's hair for hold, taking it away as he could not hurt Jimin n a my way jet the boy was trusting on him with his mouth so Jungkook's hips were following that rhythm, his mind giving in completely, so he was holding on to Jimin's shoulders his face, his matted hair begging, moaning, begging again, crying out Jimin's name.
The waves hitting his body so severe his vision blurred out, his cry echoed along the apartment walls when he came undone into Jimin's mouth almost collapsing but a pair of strong arms was holding him firmly.
Jimin must have swallowed it all as there were only his saliva strings all over Jungkook's d* when he pulled out, licking his swollen lips glancing up, their gazes locking and Jungkook believed he had died.
"I... have to go," he stuttered leaning down, reaching his pants and underwear pulling it up.
"Jungkookie," whispered Jimin but he wasn't listening collecting his clothes dressing up quickly then running into the hall, tying his shoes.
"At least speak to me," muttered Jimin, his eyes hurt.
"Goodnight," whispered Jungkook unsure how to say bye so he just waved awkwardly before storming out of the apartment trembling so hard his legs were barely carrying him.
He reached the elevator leaning against its wall bursting out into tears, he was so messed up. How could Jimin just... what take his d* into his mouth and...
Jungkook rubbed his face trying to find a wobbly way out of the building to remember which bus to take back to his home or how to take a bus at all. He has definitely forgotten to buy the ticket, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered.
The door cracked, how carefully he was trying to open it it still gave out a sound. The switched on light hit his face so Jungkook blinked blinded for a second.
"Mum!" He gasped seeing her standing there wearing a bathrobe over her pajama, her face puffy as of she had been crying.
"What time is it," she pointed at the yellow clock in the hall he has chosen out years ago as a Christmas present for her.
"I don't know..." whispered Jungkook. "1:46 am."
"Where have you been? I have called Taehyung's mum. Taehyung has said he hasn't seen you today."
Jungkook's heart began to pound madly, the images of Jimin giving soft oral pleasure to him walking up in his mind.
"With... someone..." he stuttered.
She looked from his face down his neck and her eyes widened.
"Is that? Are those hickeys?" She asked.
"I... don't... know," Jungkook was barely able to breath or to function, didn't she know that it has been the damn first time in his life when someone has touched him like that, and not just someone, Park Jimin, the love of his life.
"What do you mean you don't know! Are you sleeping with someone! Are you crazy! You're barely sixteen!" Tears were storming down her face while she was shouting so loudly some doors upstairs opened.
"Mum! Mum! What happened!" Yoongi has reached her first, there were dad and Hobi running down the stairs.
"He's coming back in the middle of the night with hickeys! What is he thinking! What if he makes someone pregnant! He will ruin his whole future!" She was sobbing when Yoongi was hugging her caressing over her back begging her to calm down.
"Son look what you've done. You made your mother cry," dad's tone was really serious.
Jungkook was quiet facing his shoes, hoping to hide inside his room. He was already so messed up from what Jimin did to him he didn't need all of that drama.
"Jungkook, just... go to your room," dad looked at him with anger so he sprinted upstairs hearing mum still crying and Yoongi trying to calm down the situation.
Hobi's judging gaze lingered on him but he ignored sprinting down the corridor falling into his room to close the door firmly.
His head was buzzing from all the emotions tearing his insides into pieces. What will he tell his parents, definitely not the truth. Will he be grounded, will they hate him forever. Didn't he have the right to grow up, experience kisses and stuff. His face was burning, Jimin's touches like glued to his skin. He wished to take a shower, rediscover his body after what has happened, but he was afraid to leave the room.
Long minutes we're passing and no one was coming upstairs so he took the jacket and boots off then sat found his pajama and fresh boxers to change quickly.
It felt like foreign skin, Jimin's taste in his mouth, the warmth of his lips there still present. Will Jimin hate him for leaving like that? Yet he couldn't stay.
Jungkook sighed curling up in bed hugging a pillow trying his best to survive that strange state. He missed Jimin, wished to see him again, feel his palm closing on his hand like in the restaurant.
"Can I?" Yoongi's low voice filled the darkness of the room.
Thank you so much for your love and I'm sorry for posting late. What do you think about what Jimin has done and the reaction of Jungkook's parents? What will happen now? Will he tell Yoongi?
Much <3