He was waiting at the coffee shop entrance. It had started to rain a while ago, but Kook did not want to go inside before Jimin got here. Maybe it was stupid, but Jungkook wanted him to choose where the boy wanted to sit. Why did that matter? He wasn't completely sure himself.
He was also not sure what compelled him to check his today's schedule and lie to the smaller man, telling him he was free after 15:30. That was obviously a lie, and after he made an appointment with Jimin, he called his client and asked to reschedule his last session to another day.
It appears that because of Jimin, Jungkook was ready to work on weekends just to see the boy today.
And there he was, running over the street in a red, oversized, soft-looking cardigan and black jeans. His messy blond hair hidden form rain by a black cap. The younger still hadn't noticed Jungkook, so Kook took a moment to appreciate the graceful movements of Jimin's body. Even when he jumped over a puddle, the boy looked stunning.
When he got to Kook's side and pulled the cap, a few raindrops got on Jimin's cheek. Jungkook resisted the urge to wipe them away.
"Sorry for the wait!" Jimin smiled brushing the raindrops from his hair. "Why aren't you going in?"
"I just got here."
Lies. Jungkook, you fucking liar.
"Shall we?" Jimin nodded towards the entry. Jungkook just smiled and nodded, watching Jimin's every move. Jimin grinned and opened the door. The sweet smell of caramel coffee wafted out from the interior, and Kook noticed how the shorter sucked in a chunk of it into his lungs.
"Why don't you go sit down and I'll get us something to drink."
Jimin nodded, flashing Kook a sweet and thankful smile. "Please get me something --"
"Sweet. I know. Any specific wants?"
A chuckle and a cheeky grin came over Jimin's face. "Surprise me," he winked and turned to look for an empty table.
Jungkook flashed his teeth in return and turned to the counter. He ordered the biggest cups the place offered - a caramelised macchiato with as much caramel on top of the whipped cream as the barista could get away with (yes, he had begged her) for Jimin and a dark chocolate latte for himself.
While he waited for the drinks, he turned around, trying to find where the short male had sat down. It wasn't hard, actually. The red cardigan was a bright splotch in the light-brown interior of the coffeehouse. Jungkook couldn't stop the smile when he noticed how the boy was comfortably snuggled in one of the farthest little couches that the place had.
"Your drinks, sir," the barista said, putting the big cups on the counter. "Enjoy!"
"Thank you," Jungkook smiled and took the mugs in his hands. He slowly turned and made his way across the space to Jimin, who had started to smile the moment his eyes landed on the mountain of whipped cream and caramel on his supposed drink.
"Something sweet for my baby boy," he said, putting the mugs down.
Jimin's smile wavered and Kook could hear him gulp. The boy probably wanted to scold Jungkook for using the nickname again, but changed his mind when he noticed the man's teasing expression. "Thank you," Jimin nodded, but Kook only chuckled.
Jimin stretched to get the cup. Today, the rose tattoo on his hand was fully visible, and Jungkook liked that. He liked that a lot.
"It's smaller than mine," Jungkook murmured.
Jimin giggled, and before scooping up a spoon of cream from his sugary drink said, "I know. I've seen them up close."
The tattoo artist besides Jimin covered his face with his hand, for a slight moment becoming flustered about the younger's implication. After he shoved the vivid image of Jimin's naked body straddling him while he trembled on top of Jungkook out of his mind, the older chuckled. "I mean the tattoo."
"I know," the boy kept smiling. He had a soft expression on his face, that made his eyes almost disappear into two crescent moons. Jimin's lips were pink and stretch wide into a bright grin, that Jungkook couldn't stop returning.
Kook turned his attention to his coffee. A moment longer gazing onto the beautiful being next to him, and he would not stop himself giving Jimin a kiss.
The coffee was good, he thought. Warm and bittersweet, slowly sliding down his throat, warming him from the inside. He turned to Jimin, wanting to ask if he was enjoying his drink, but bursted out a soft laugh when he noticed the cream on Jimin's nose.
"What?" the younger looked at him, puzzled by Kook's sudden crackling.
Jungkook only shook his head, bunny teeth fully out, grinning from the adorable look Jimin presented to his eyes. "You're so cute," he cooed and leaned closer, softly taking Jimin's cheeks in his big palms. Jungkook brushed his lips over Jimin's small nose, scooping up the cream, licking his own lips in delight and then leaving a small peck on the tip, before he released the younger's now flushing face. "Sorry," Jungkook explained softly, "you had some cream on the tip of your nose."
It took a few seconds before Jimin showed any reaction to Kook's wicked grin. "You goddamn tease!" he hit Jungkook's shoulder with every word his said. But after the older just kept laughing at the boy, Jimin settled for just grabbing onto Jungkook's biceps and hiding his face against it, quietly giggling into Kook's clothes.
Jungkook leaned into his touch, brushing his fingers through Jimin's soft blond hair. He leaned down and kissed the crown of his head, taking Jimin's palm in his hand.
Jungkook looked at the tattoo that was the exact replica of his own. He traced the lines over Jimin's knuckles and the vein that hid beneath the soft skin. The tat was almost fully healed. Dark and beautiful on Jimin's body. "Don't you feel like this a little is magical?" He kept brushing his thumb over the rose as their eyes met. Jungkook could see the different shades of light brown in the younger's irises. "I don't have the slightest clue on why and how, but I feel like it is important."
"The 'why'?"
Jungkook smiled and looked at the rose again, softly mumbling to himself, "No. The connection."
Kook squeezed Jimin's hand, but then Jimin took it out of Jungkook's faint grip. The older wanted to protest, but stopped when the warm palm softly cupped his face. Their eyes met again, and Jimin didn't hesitate before he leaned into Jungkook, connecting their mouths in a soft kiss.
Jimin tasted sweet. Like caramel and cream, and Jungkook parted his mouth slightly, so that he could brush his tongue over Jimin's soft lips. He draped one arm over Jimin's shoulder, bringing the boy closer to him.
Jungkook had just gotten the thought that he would love to just sit and kiss Jimin for hours, when the younger moved away from his touch.
"I don't wanna sleep with you."
Jungkook blinked, still into the moment that Jimin had already broken. Ouch. "Okay, noted..."
"But I have a favour to ask."
"Anything!" he said, but the boy looked away. Jungkook noticed how Jimin's eyes focused on the duffle bag at his feet. The boy looked worried. He was chewing his lip, furrowing his pretty brow in thought. "Do you need a place to stay?"
The young man nodded. His fingers slightly shook as he took the hot drink in his hands and sipped quietly, embarrassed to look at Jungkook.
Kook didn't know what made his heart squeeze in pain, but he wanted nothing more than to take Jimin into his arms and tell him it's all right. He rubbed the younger's back, squeezing his shoulder when he got to the top. "Is everything all right?"
"It's my mom," he sighed. Kook kept silent, letting Jimin gather his thoughts and figure out what he wanted to say. It didn't take long for the distraught boy to turn back towards Jungkook and take his tattooed hand in both of his. Now it was Jimin's turn to trace the rose tattoo and every inch of the back of Kook's palm as he explained, "My dad left for work recently. And I don't have the best relationship with my mother..." His voice shook. "I really don't want to go into the details right now. I promise I will tell you someday, I just--"
"It's okay. You don't have to explain it now, it's fine." Kook rested his free palm in the crook of Jimin's neck. His long fingers tickled Jimin's nape, playing with the strands of the smaller's blond hair. "You can stay with me."
A soft smile of gratitude spread across Jimin's face, but he kept silent after he looked at their joined hands. Jungkook almost missed his words, when Jimin whispered, "You know, I sometimes wondered what it would be like to find the one who gave me the tattoos. I knew there had to be someone out there who knew the things I was going through. Someone who might share this with me." Jimin had a feint blush on his face. His lips were swelling up because he kept stopping and biting them as he spoke. "The design, the quotes.. They were not just randomly chosen and put onto my body for no reason. I wanted to meet that person who could explain. I wanted to know more about him.. I wanted to tell him that I understand."
Jungkook wanted to kiss him again.
Jimin glanced up at the man in front of him. "I'm sorry. This is totally not cool of me to say."
"No, it's all right. Thank you."
"What for?"
Jungkook pressed Jimin's small hand against his lips. "For being."
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