The discomfort that Jimin was feeling didn’t last long because within seconds of Jeongguk entering him, he came. Jimin could feel the warmth of Jeongguk’s fluid drip from his hole. His inexperienced lover never fully penetrated him, but Jimin didn’t dare say anything for fear of shaking his confidence. Besides, the only thing Jimin wanted was to make him feel good. He wanted to give him something - anything to show him how much he loved him. Sex seemed to be the language that Jeongguk appreciated the most.
The younger one rolled to his back. As he caught his breath, he mumbled words of concern, “Was I ok? You didn’t cum, do you want me to do it again? You were so good. You felt so good,” his words came quickly beyond his satisfied gaze.
“Don’t worry about me. You can take care of me some other time. This is about you. I love you…,” Jimin paused. As he leaned over to kiss Jeongguk, he felt something trickling down his thigh. Something didn’t feel quite right. He panicked. If it was what he thought it was, he didn’t want Jeongguk to see it. He popped up quickly, wrapping the comforter around his waist. He waddled towards the bathroom. “Be right back…I have to clean up,” he said quickly.
Jeongguk was drawn to his feet and wrought with worry, “Is something wrong? Did I hurt you…or something?”
“No. Everything is fine. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back.” Jimin closed the bathroom door, leaving Jeongguk in a tizzy.
***
Jeongguk waited outside of the bathroom for thirty minutes - at least it felt like thirty minutes in his head. In reality, he had only been at the door for five minutes, but to Jeongguk who had no idea what was going on, it felt like he had been waiting for a lifetime.
He finally decided to knock, “Jimin. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
He heard Jimin laugh, “Nothing is wrong. Come in.”
Jeongguk burst in quickly. The comforter was bundled on the ground and Jimin was freshly showered with a towel around his waist.
“If nothing is wrong, why did you run out? We didn’t even get to cuddle.”
“I thought you had made me…well I thought that I was…hurt.”
“Are you?” Jeongguk’s eyes widened as he placed both arms around Jimin’s body.
“False alarm. I’m ok. Just turns out that I’m pretty bruised. We definitely need lube if we’re going to do this in the future.”
“Let me see it.”
“See it? See what?” Jimin’s eyes swept over his lover’s worried face.
“Your bruise,” Jeongguk released Jimin’s towel and spun him around to face the sink. He dropped to his knees behind him and commenced examining Jimin’s bruised bottom. “Oh…ouch. That’s red and swollen. Jimin, I’m so sorry. Thank God you don’t have to work for a few days.”
“It’s fine, really. I’m tough,” Jimin teased.
Jeongguk pressed his lips to the overly pink and bruised flesh. “I’ll kiss your waist and ease your mind,” He mumbled, lips pressed against Jimin’s entrance.
The feel of Jeongguk’s lips made Jimin giggle. He leaned over the sink and allowed his lover to kiss his delicate opening.
“Ok shit…my cum is still trickling out of you and…it’s turning me on,” Jeongguk said softly.
“Look away. I can’t take any more of your obnoxiously long dick right now,” Jimin said out of self preservation.
Jeongguk laughed and then slumped down on the side of the tub, “Maybe you were right. Sex is too much. You’re a dancer. Dancing is your entire life. We can’t risk your health just because I like to shove my dick up your ass. That’s a bit selfish.”
“Nonsense. I jumped you, remember?” Jimin reassured him. “Jeonggukie, my reluctance to have sex with you has nothing to do with my health. Millions of couples do this every damn day. We just have to be careful and plan better. The physical part of sex is not what scares me. It’s the emotions that seem to grow more and more intense everytime we’re together that scare me. We’ve hidden our love for so long. What happens when we can’t hide it anymore?”
“If you still feel this way, then why did you let me do it? Why did you suddenly change your mind?”
“A million reasons. I wanted you. I was overcome with emotion. I wanted to be close to you…as close as we could possibly be. I wanted you to feel good. I wanted to reward you for being so positive and so supportive during this difficult time. I wanted to feel you inside of me.”
“Basically, you lost control? Just like the first time. Jimin, what we’re not going to do is play games. Either we both agree that sex is part of this, or we agree that it isn’t. I can’t allow you to fuck with my emotions on a whim. It hurts me when you regret being with me.”
“Yea, I get it.” Jimin nodded. Jeongguk was asserting himself and drawing a line in the sand. It was a true sign of his maturity. “For the record, I don’t regret a damn thing we just did. I just didn’t expect it. I surprised myself.”
Jeongguk was understanding but firm, “For once can we make love intentionally? Where neither of us will regret it? Where neither of us will feel guilty like we committed some sin? Can we make love under the best of circumstances with full happy consent instead of uncontrollable shame?”
He wrapped the towel back around Jimin’s waist and stood to his feet. He was about to go back to the bedroom when Jimin caught his arm.
“You’re right. I’m just confused by how quickly things have changed. I mean why are we suddenly so undisciplined and why is it happening so frequently after all of these years? What does it mean…?” Jimin questioned.
“It means we want to physically express our love. It means it fucking feels good. It means our love is growing. That’s all it means. Stop overthinking everything.”
Jimin was quiet. He slid past Jeongguk and walked over to sit on the bed. He was pensive.
Jeongguk walked over and sat at his feet. He was afraid that there was more bothering Jimin than just uncontrollable passion. He bravely asked the hard question. “Was I terrible? Is that what’s really going on here? Are you having second thoughts about being physical with my inexperience?”
Jimin reacted immediately, “Oh, Jeonggukie!” He bracketed Jeongguk’s face and stared into his bright orbs with the utmost reassurance, “Stop. You felt wonderful. Making love takes time and practice. We’ve never traveled down this road together before. We know everything about each other except…how to fuck each other.” Jimin laughed at the realization, “It’ll get better and better the more we do it.”
“So you’re saying we can do it again? Are you willing to bend your steadfast rule that we shouldn’t be physical?”
“Yes, I’m willing to throw that rule completely out. I thought I could control it. I thought I could just wish it away. But after having a taste of you, I just want you more and more. We can’t ignore this - it would be torture for both of us. You were right all along, we’re grown men. But I still maintain that I’m not ready to share our news with anyone yet. Please tell me you respect that?”
“Of course I do. Talking with Tae really helped me realize that now isn’t the time for us to reveal our relationship. Most of the members already suspect something is going on, but for now there’s no need to confirm anything for anybody. We’ll be careful, more careful than before.”
“There’s another problem.”
“What’s that?”
“Military service. We’ll be stuck together for almost two years with no physical contact. No sex at any time.”
“Wasn’t such a big deal when I thought we would be separated. It’s going to be a little harder when I have to see you every day and can’t touch you. But again Jiminie, we’re grown men. We can handle it. That’s what vacations are for.”
Jimin removed his white towel but then quickly pulled on pajama pants. He didn’t want to take the chance of waking up Jeongguk’s loins again. His ass wasn’t ready for another round with him.
“Lay down with me,” Jimin asked.
“In the same bed? I get all of the special treatment tonight don’t I?”
“Ha-ha. Just lay down.”
Jeongguk cuddled up naked beside Jimin’s warm body. They cuddled under the sheets without the comforter. Jeongguk placed his head on Jimin’s chest, tickling his chin with his bushy bed-matted hair.
“Are you sure that I can’t take care of you?” Once again Jeongguk alluded to the fact that Jimin had not orgasmed during either of their love making sessions.
“I’m ok. Besides, we’re going to see your mother tomorrow. Limping around will make her suspicious.”
“Yikes. Forgot about that. Oh my God I can’t imagine how she would handle it if she knew we were having sex.”
Jimin brushed his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, “I’m sure she suspects it already. It’s part of this…being in love. And she knows that we’re very much in love.”
“Whatever. Let’s keep her out of our sex lives.” Jeongguk blushed just thinking about discussing sex with his mother. “And no limping tomorrow. I don’t want her nosy ass asking questions.”
They both laughed. And then came the crippling, silent realization.
“This is our last night alone for a really long time. I’m going to miss you.”
“Until Japan in November. We have so little time left. Our schedules are insane. We’re the only two who are still working.”
Jimin kissed the top of Jeongguk’s head, “When do you think I’ll see you again?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. But I’ll call you everyday…and I’ll text…and send you YouTube videos.”
“It’s not the same,” Jimin held Jeongguk tightly in his arms.
“We’ll be ok. This isn’t the first time we’ve been apart,” Jeongguk reminded him.
And with that, Jimin felt at ease. His plan for isolating themselves during Chapter two had worked. With confidence and sure-footedness, Jeongguk accepted their parting. No drama, no begging to stay together, no threats, just acceptance with the understanding that they would survive the distance. The Maknae was all grown up and standing on his own. Jimin was infinitely proud of him. Yet, there was a small piece of his heart that envied Jeongguk’s independence because Jimin himself didn’t feel nearly as strong.
The following morning, Jimin and Jeongguk headed to Busan for Chuseok. Jimin spent half the day with the Jeon family before venturing mainland to the mountains to be with his own family. The goodbye between him and Jeongguk was painful. They faced incertitude about the immediate future and when they would once again be together. Time was ticking and their military service was due to begin in two months. Jeongguk’s schedule would keep him out of Korea for the majority of the time And Jimin’s work schedule was set to gear up in November. Everything was discombobulated and work dominated their lives. They had but one small solace to hold on to - Sapporo, Japan.
***
October 12th, 2023
The official schedule in the team member group chat said that Jimin was flying back and forth between Seoul and Los Angeles. Even though Jimin had recorded most of his album, MUSE, back in June the previous year, he still had a few vocals to complete as they put the finishing touches on the album’s production. He was busy, but not nearly as busy as Jeongguk.
With the release of his album Golden, less than a month away, Jeongguk was working 15-20 hour days. Plus, traveling back and forth through different time zones made it almost impossible to get in contact with Jimin. They texted often, but it wasn’t the same as hearing each other’s voices. They had a very healthy respect for each other’s sleep and they tried to avoid ever calling at odd hours of the night. Respectful as it may have been, it made them both miserable because they missed each other abundantly.
Jeongguk had a crazy seven days ahead. First he had several interviews on the morning of October 13th. Then he had his first solo performance at Music Bank. Between the performances, he had several phone interviews, a fan meet and dance practice. Even though he had performed at Music Bank countless times with BTS, this was his first time performing alone. His nerves were frayed. Performing his debut hit 3-D in English before a Korean crowd was a risky career move. He didn’t know how the crowd would react. But because of his stubborn commitment to doing things his way, he prepared a stage that would make history. Thanks to long talks with Jimin and Joonie, he felt confident that their fans would love anything he presented as long as he did his best.
Immediately after Music Bank, he was off to Budapest on October 14th for the filming of the feature song for Golden, Standing Next To You. It was a performance that had taken all of his strength and skill to pull off and it was finally time to film the video. The stress of having his body and mind ready for filming was yet another obstacle for him to overcome. The stylist had most of his wardrobe, but he still had to pack for a four day trip to Budapest and then another two days in Germany.
He continued packing. It was important to get organized so he could head to bed early. The filming for Music Bank was to kick off at 4am the following morning. If he wanted a good performance, he had to be well rested.
Yet, something was bothering him. He couldn’t fully focus on his packing because he didn’t know exactly where Jimin was. He wanted to try to get him on the phone just once before heading to Budapest. He looked around and found his phone laying on the shelf. To his dismay, he had missed two texts from Jimin. One simply said, “I love you”. The other said, “Don’t forget it’s my birthday tomorrow.”
Jeongguk scoffed at the second text. Of course it was Jimin’s birthday and of course he wouldn’t forget. Even though he held no hope of seeing him, he planned to mail his gift to him - wherever he was. Quickly he texted him back, “I would never forget your birthday. Never. Where are you btw? What city?”
There was no immediate response. Even though he wasn’t aware of it, Jeongguk's face filled with disappointment. He jumped over to the group chat to see if there were any updates on Jimin’s schedule. The last update was that he was in L.A., but there was no return flight listed. The mystery continued. He still didn’t know where his Jiminie was.
Two hours later, his packing was complete. It was 9pm and he had to be up in five hours. Dead tired, he crawled into bed. As was his ritual, he read at bedtime. His reading was not for pleasure, but for education.
His last two bouts of sex with Jimin hadn’t been very pleasurable for his hyung and he vowed to learn everything he could about how to make sex feel good for both of them. To do that, he had to educate himself on how to make love properly, how to prep Jimin properly and how to make love without hurting him. He had several sources but his favorite book was The Joy of Gay Sex. He also read Out of the Shadows and subscribed to the YouTube Channel called Gay Men Going Deep. He had many resources that helped him understand how things needed to be done. He was confident that his next time with Jimin would be mind blowing.
Jimin had promised him that practice would make him better. However, practice seemed to be the one missing piece from their relationship. They hadn’t seen each other in weeks, how were they supposed to practice?
After another hour of reading, Jeongguk put his books down and pulled the sheets over his head. The last thought he had before drifting off to sleep was the memory of making love to Jimin in the swimming pool back in Jeju. His mind recounted holding him in his arms as the warm water gently splashed around them. He remembered the feeling of entering the man he loved and fucking him for the first time; he remembered the awkward strokes, and the pleasure of grinding his hips into him. He could feel his hoarse screams as he reminisced about orgasming inside of the man he loved. It was a sweet dream and a beautiful nightmare because Jimin was nowhere around. He missed him.
***
October 13, 2023- Music Bank
It was not unusual for the line of fans to be wrapped around the open hall in Yeouido-dong which was where Music Bank was filmed. Fans were very dedicated to BTS and they arrived early and stayed late. But Jeongguk was surprised to see such a long line for him. He waved as he passed by ARMY who were singing and dancing and passing out gifts as they waited for the doors to open. It was 3:00 am. Jeongguk was humbled by their support for him.
He was rushed out of the SUV towards the dressing room, where the styling team immediately began working on his hair and make-up. His signature white tank top and baggy khaki pants and long walker boots were almost identical to what he had worn in the 3-D video. It didn’t take him long to get performance-ready and by 3:45am, he was ready for his first take. After a quick meal of kimchi stir-fried rice, he was on stage doing the first sound check with fans.
He smiled at all of them and talked to them as a collective. They bantered back and forth with him telling them about everything he had eaten and that he was still sleepy. He took a few questions, those that he could decipher through the crowd noise, and he answered them as best as he could. After several takes of his performance he took more time to talk to the audience as his hair and make-up were touched up.
“It’s Jimin’s birthday today.” He wasn’t sure why he blurted it out, but he did.
As to be expected, the crowd went wild. They screamed for Jimin and eventually began singing Happy Birthday to him even though he wasn’t there. Jeongguk could hear a few of them asking if he had spoken to Jimin.
He picked up the question, “Spoken to him? No. Not yet. I’m here performing and he’s traveling. I’ll text him at 10:13 exactly. He’ll like that.”
“He’s coming home, he’s coming home,” several of them yelled.
Jeongguk leaned down so that he could hear more clearly, “Home? Did you say he’s coming home?”
The fans knew the band’s schedules better than they did. No where in the gc did it say that Jimin would be home for his birthday. Several of the girls in the front had Jimin on the airport camera. Jeongguk stared at their phones and sure enough, there was video footage of Jimin boarding a plane. He was scheduled to land in three hours, just as Jeongguk was due to finish up his performance.
“He’s coming back to Korea?” Jeongguk asked. He sounded silly, he should have known where his bandmate was, but he didn’t. Jimin’s schedule was so hectic that many of his travel plans were adhoc and not pre-planned. Leave it to the fans to tell Jeongguk where he was.
Jeongguk’s heart thundered in his chest. There was a window of about ten hours where he and Jimin could see each other. His mind was transfixed on a plan. If he finished up the Music Bank performance early, he could drop by his apartment and head to Nine One just in time for Jimin’s arrival home. The following day he could go directly to the airport. It was exactly what he’d been praying for, a brief visit before heading out to Budapest and Germany for the next ten days. It was a perfect window.
Jeongguk smiled gratefully at the audience who still questioned if had wished Jimin a happy birthday.
“I’ll text him, or try to call him later. I promise,” Jeongguk responded. Only he knew that he planned to do much more than that.
There was urgency to his performance. He wanted everything perfect with minimal takes. He pressed his dancers to do their best with the promise of getting out early. Many of them were traveling to Budapest with him, so it behooved them to put in the hard work necessary for an early wrap up. The final recording concluded at noon. As the crowd roared and the cameras went in for a close up, he flashed the 3-D hand signal that looked identical to the okay sign. When the cameras panned in, he did something unexpected by puckering his lips and popping his tongue inside of his cheek. Some in the audience knew what it meant, most didn’t. The producers however were completely clueless, allowing the footage to be recorded. Very few people in the building realized that he had just made an obscene gesture signifying a blow job - and the gesture was distinctly meant for Jimin.
***
Jimin’s flight landed at 12:00pm. His plan was to go straight home, shower and then do a quick live for ARMY before laying down to get some rest. He had plans to hang out with some friends and enjoy a quiet night. The following day he planned a trip to Busan to see his parents and spend a few days with them.
His birthday was not exciting for him, especially since this would be the first one without Jeongguk. Per the group chat, Jeongguk was performing at Music Bank and then heading straight to Budapest. Jimin lamented over the fact that they would not see each other. He searched online looking for the recording of Jeongguk’s performance. He found it. Like the proud boyfriend he was, he watched every bit of it several times, admiring Jeongguk’s incredible performance. Just as he made it to the end, his phone began buzzing with texts. Inside of each text was the exact same screenshot of Jeongguk’s ending pose at the Music Bank taping. The most urgent texts appeared to be from Namjoon and Tae, so those were the two that he read first.
Apparently Jeongguk had made some inappropriate gestures on national television. It was all the buzz. The producers were already on the phone with Hybe to negotiate getting the performance edited.
Jimin opened the screen shots that Tae and Namjoon sent to him. “Nice,” he broke into laughter. Leave it up to his Maknae to stir up trouble. From Jimin’s best guess, Jeongguk was gesturing a blow job on conservative Korean television. “I love you - you trouble maker.”
Jimin loved it, even though he was sad to know that the two of them wouldn’t be seeing each other anytime soon. There was no blow job in Jimin’s immediate future. He took Jeongguk’s little stunt to be a birthday joke. He didn’t take it seriously, even though the rest of Korea did. It was up to Hybe and Music Bank to figure it out. Jeongguk was very savvy and he knew how production worked. He knew that it would be cut before the final version aired. Still, that didn’t stop him from pushing the limits.
The city was littered with banners and billboards dedicated to birthday wishes for Jimin. He smiled as his driver curried him through the streets of Seoul towards Nine-One Hannam. The condo where he had lived since 2019, ironically held the same address as Jeongguk’s birthday. It wasn’t a coincidence. He and Jeongguk had chosen the place together as a secure place to live until enlistment. Only the members knew that Jeongguk maintained a unit in the condo as well, but for the purpose of evading stalkers who plagued him, Jeongguk spent most of his time at a staged apartment owned by the company. It was for his own safety as he waited for the construction of his new home to be completed. Namjoon owned a condo and Nine-One there as well.
Typically when Jimin would arrive home from a long trip, he could meet up with Jeongguk and spend time with him, but not this time. His boyfriend wasn’t there. Jeongguk’s schedule was packed and although he was still in town for the Music Bank performance, he was scheduled to leave the following day on October 14th. With his schedule being that tight, Jimin realized there was no way that he would get to see him, even if they were both in Korea for a few hours. He wasn’t surprised. Even before leaving Jeju, they knew that this was going to happen.
The driver helped Jimin with his luggage. Together with Jimin’s security team, they escorted him to the door of his apartment. Jimin thanked them all and bid them farewell. They would soon be meeting up again for Jimin’s November 6th trip to Budapest.
Jimin entered the code to open his door and stepped inside. As he walked through the apartment, he littered his clothes along the way. By the time he reached the bathroom, he was naked and ready to climb directly into the shower. The stench of airplane was annoying him and he wanted to shower in his fresh orange scented Loe’s shower wash.
As he washed, his mind wandered to food. He thought about what he wanted to eat for lunch. It was still early in the day but he was starving. His hunger was partially triggered by the incredible aroma of Makguksu that seemed to be wafting through his apartment. Jimin found it odd that the smell of the neighbor’s cooking was so potent in his apartment. That wasn’t something that normally happened.
At any rate, he wrapped himself in a towel and headed straight for his bedroom to get dressed. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn, leaving the bedroom almost completely dark. The few exceptions to the dankness were a series of bright candles on his dresser and window sill.
Jimin immediately backed out of the room. Someone was there, someone uninvited. Only two people knew the code to his apartment, Jeongguk and his father. And he knew for a fact that it couldn’t be either of them. Jimin feared the worst; fans had somehow found their way into his apartment. BTS had stalkers, many of them were very savvy. His first assumption was that sasaengs had breached security and were in the apartment waiting for him. He had no idea if they wanted to harm him. He wrapped the towel tighter around his waist and ran towards his front door. His heart pounded with fear. He didn’t want to have to fight, but he was prepared to do whatever he needed to protect himself. He grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter on his way to the door.
Just as he was about to dial 2-1-1, he noticed his dining room table. There was food on the table and large bouquets of roses, carnations, lilies and hydrangea. Fine China that did not belong to him was meticulously placed in two distinct settings; one for him and another for a guest. It was beautiful. There were candles on the table, all in his favorite scents. Soft music was playing in the background and a familiar voice was humming along.
Jimin’s heart beat even faster, but this time for a completely different reason. He could see a muscular image with neatly coiffed, newly trimmed hair, standing behind the stove. He appeared to be wearing an apron, with nothing underneath. The soft light of the candles picked up indentions in his cheeks, the dimples that Jimin had kissed so many times. Even in the dim light, the rainbow of color up his right arm was visible. Jimin could hardly hear over the pounding of his anxious heart. All quieted as soon as the man spoke.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing here?” Jimin’s face broadened into a smile.
“Your robe.” Jeongguk lifted Jimin’s robe from the chair and placed it around him. He tied the strings into a hard knot before leaning his forehead against Jimin’s. “Happy Birthday.”
“And you are here…how? You’re supposed to be on your way to Budapest,” Jimin’s bottom lip began to tremble. His mind swirled, he couldn’t even believe what he was seeing.
“We have exactly six hours. I had to see you.”
“But how…?” Jimin still trembled. Jeongguk’s skin felt like hot coals against his wet chilled body. Once again providing the Yin to his Yang. He rambled just to keep his voice steady and keep his mind busy so that he could outrun the tears.
“Thank ARMY. They told me you were coming home. Otherwise, I would have been on my way to practice. I came here instead and bought everything we needed to have a private party. I have to film some footage tonight and then I head straight to the airport early tomorrow. We have six hours to get…done.”
“Done?” Jimin laughed, “What exactly does that mean?”
“Done…celebrating your birthday,” Jeongguk tucked the locks of Jimin’s wet hair behind his ear and then placed a carnation there to keep the hair in place. “I have dinner, champagne, cake, fruit, presents and dick. Which would you like to have first?”
Jimin burst into laughter again. He grabbed both of Jeongguk’s bare shoulders as he fell into his chest. “If I choose dick first…can we keep dinner warm and the champagne cold?”
“I can manage that.”
Jimin squeezed Jeongguk into a hug. Before they could get to the task of being lovers, they had to reconnect as friends. “I’m so proud of you. I saw the videos and your live performance. You sound terrific, but I can tell you were winded at certain parts. Stop smoking. I just watched your Music Bank performance…and your…wait.” Jimin suddenly understood, “You blew me on national television because you knew you would be here tonight, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Your little antics are causing all kinds of headache for management.” Jimin gave Jeongguk a high five.
“I’m sure they’ll work it out. I wanted to send you a message that I was on my way.”
“Well that’s a message that I almost didn’t get. KooKoo, I just can’t believe you’re here. I never expected this. This is the best birthday present you could have given me.”
“It’s about to get even better.”
Jeongguk lifted Jimin into his arms and carried him to the bedroom. He laid him gently on the bed and spoke softly, “I’ve prepared a very special day for you.”
“I don’t have much here to help us…,”
“...I have everything we need.” Jeongguk removed his apron to reveal a naked body that was saturated in a rich golden hue.
Jimin audibly gasped. He watched his band mate, lover and best friend crawl into the bed and hover over him. Something was different about him. In the few weeks since they’d been apart, he all of a sudden held a confident command over the bedroom. Jimin wilted as the younger positioned himself to serve a birthday that Jimin would never forget.
Jeongguk had never been so aroused. Feeling Jimin in his arms again caused hot blood to teem in his groin as he felt the cambric slide of the sheets over their bodies. His mouth went to the curve of his neck and trailed down to his shoulder. The smell of oranges from Jimin’s freshly showered body inundated his senses. He wanted him badly but he had to take it slow. Jimin’s hair was slightly damp and much longer than Jeongguk remembered it. It felt like fiery silk sliding over his fingers as he took handfuls of it and lifted it to his face. Intoxicated by him, he hunted for more of Jimin’s scent, drawing in with deep breaths.
Tugging at the front of Jimin’s robe, Jeongguk caused the silky knot to slip loose. He pulled the robe free, trapping Jimin’s arms within the sleeves. He used the robe as a delicate restraint while smashing his lips against his hyung’s nipples, and trailing his tongue along his ribs. He nipped at his belly button and sucked his muscular chest mounds. He feasted on him, engaging all of his senses. He wooed him with traveling kisses, wet and artful and passionate. He loved him and he wanted to make sure that Jimin understood how much.
The younger licked his way down to the tip of Jimin’s stiff cock. He flicked the tip with his tongue like a snake tasting his food. And just like a venomous snake, he went in for the kill.
Jimin moaned. His body drew into a helpless arch as he watched his entire cock disappear inside of Jeongguk’s mouth. Just as he adjusted to the pressure and warmth around his cock, he felt something hard and solid being inserted into him. His eyes flew open and he grabbed Jeongguk’s shoulders as if to push him away. Whatever was inside of him was slowly being pushed further into place. Jimin’s hands squeezed into fists over Jeongguk’s shoulders as the pressure intensified. Oddly enough, there was no pain, just intense pressure. He could feel the slick lubricant drip from his hole as Jeongguk settled an ass plug into his opening.
Jimin opened his mouth to speak, but his lips were immediately covered with Jeongguk’s large powerful hand. Jimin battled two of the most intense sensations he’d ever experienced; being fucked with an anal plug while simultaneously having his dick sucked. It was overwhelming and confusing. His body gingerly walked the line between pleasure and pain, the perfect balance of which pushed him to ecstasy. He could feel the twisting of the cold steel inside of him as he watched Jeongguk’s head bob up and down sucking him, deep throating him, eating him for dinner. His moans grew louder and louder as the muscles within his thighs began to twitch. He couldn’t believe it, after less than ten minutes of his birthday treatment, he was already about to cum.
“What are you doing to me…I can’t…?”
“Shhh, relax,” Jeongguk commanded.
Jeongguk read every signal, interpreted every moan and delectable grunt. He was driving Jimin crazy, checking all of his boxes, feeding all of his needs. Jimin was right where he wanted him. It was time. Jeongguk released Jimin’s cock from his mouth. He could taste the droplets of pre-cum that Jimin had left behind.
Like a rising Phoenix, Jeongguk rested on his knees as he rubbed a vanilla scented lube up and down his shaft. The stroking from his hands sloshed the lube around, creating a slick shiny surface over his aggressive erection. Jimin watched with gleeful anticipation as the candle light reflected along the mighty shaft that was about to impale him. He stretched his body like a cunning cat, purring as his ass clenched over the steel toy that was stuffed inside of him.
With the anal plug still firmly implanted in the middle of Jimin’s body, Jeongguk rolled the elder to his side and nestled behind him. After several more flirty twists, the anal plug was suddenly released. A breath escaped Jimin’s chest as he adjusted to the cold empty feeling. The plug had done its job, leaving a slick gaping hole that would serve as Jeongguk’s target.
Jeongguk pondered his older lover. He was unspeakably beautiful, cowering in front of him. Jimin’s body was both a delicate mechanism and a powerful tank. Although outwardly indestructible, his inner parts were extremely intricate and needed to be approached with gentle sensitivity. It was possible to hurt him, even though it was impossible to destroy him. Jeongguk had to keep all of that in mind as he contemplated how to enter him, how to sit inside of him, and how to fuck him just right.
He moved with the slightest intimation of a thrust, sliding along the slick path set by the layers of lube. He rotated his hips slowly, pushing through the resistance of Jimin’s sweet vulnerable flesh. While using his flat palm to hold Jimin’s stomach, he whispered into the coil of his ear, “Tell me if it hurts. Stop me if it hurts.”
Jimin was silent, speechless. He had never been fucked from behind before. His eyes fluttered open and shut as if he were in a trance. The gentle loving insertion of his lover’s dick inundated him with overwhelming pleasure. He found himself bucking against him, eager to be fed Jeongguk’s full length.
Jeongguk continued to push himself inside of Jimin’s body. Despite the lubricated path, he found it more difficult that he expected to fully seat himself. Mostly Jimin was patient. He didn’t express any signs of pain so Jeongguk pushed harder with more force until every inch of him was inside.
“You’re such a good hyung. I’m all the way inside of you. Do you feel it?”
Jimin whimpered with a nod. He bit his bottom lip as he clenched his eyes shut. His lover and his many inches of dick bulged inside of his stomach. It was the most complete feeling that Jimin had ever experienced in his life. He stretched his neck, coaxing Jeongguk to kiss it from behind. He felt the younger’s lips graze his shoulders and upper back. Jimin knew that Jeongguk was stalling, giving him a moment to adjust to the heavy cock inside of him.
Jeongguk spoke with a low raspy voice, one that Jimin seldom heard from his young lover, “Show me what you want and I’ll give it to you, as much as you need for as long as you want. Nothing matters but you.”
And with that their limbs tangled over the bed and Jeongguk’s hips began to rock. His aroused flesh dove over and over into the cove of Jimin’s body. In and out he pumped like a machine. He wasn’t gentle, he was appropriately rough for a man as powerful and needy as Jimin. Jimin’s ass was well conditioned, sending each of Jeongguk’s strokes deep into his soul.
They groaned and grunted as they settled into a rhythm. Jeongguk held him with firm pressure, cupping him from behind as he pulled him against his solid weight. The room filled with the sounds from their clapping bodies.
Jimin began to tremble. Everything that Jeongguk was doing to him was exactly what he needed. He bucked against each of his strokes, desperate for more. Never had he felt so full before. He could feel the oncoming rush of an orgasm. Jeongguk’s hands were all over him, stroking his cock, teasing his nipples. He was being kissed, fondled, sucked and fucked all at a dizzying pace.
With no constraint he screamed, “Jeonggukie…stop…I mean…fuck oh fuck, I’m cum…!” None of Jimin’s sentences were complete. His muscles tensed as hot cum erupted from his pulsating tip. His entire body shivered and his eyes watered. He bucked hard against Jeongguk’s already aggressive fuck, moaning and screaming as his orgasm owned him. He found Jeongguk’s hand resting on his stomach and held it, squeezing for dear life.
He could feel Jeongguk’s grip tightening around him again. The rocking of his hips intensified as he pushed his dick in and out, in and out, in and out, slapping their bodies together like an MMA wrestling match. He took Jimin hard and fast, as was his nature. On the precipice, he began muttering into Jimin’s ear, “I love you. You’re making me cum so hard. Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me…,”
Jimin was out of breath, he could hardly speak but he mustered every ounce of his strength to say the words that Jeongguk needed to hear, “I love you…so much.”
“Here I cum baby,” the room exploded with Jeongguk’s loud orgasmic song. His body shuddered as his balls emptied. Wave after wave of cum clogged Jimin’s hole, flooding him with the younger’s seed.
Jimin could feel the warm velvety fluid cling to his walls. He clenched and tightened his body in an effort to squeeze everything out of the Maknae. He knew at that moment that they both were experiencing something they’d never felt before. It was a sexual breakthrough that boded very well for their future.
Jeongguk’s full body convulsed several times before his cock finally stopped squirting. As soon as he was quiet, Jimin pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
He slapped his chest with a big hearty grin, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”
Jeongguk broke into laughter, “Liked that, huh?”
“WHAT? HOW? WHEN? HOW DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT?”
“Happy Birthday.”
“Jeon Jeongguk, I’m serious. That is not how I left you four weeks ago.”
“I told you that I was committed to making this work for both of us. I read everything that I could find about sex and studied - and watched how they do it in porn. I just got…better…tried out some of the things that I learned. It was all for you because I love you.”
“Wow. Like wow. It didn’t even hurt…well fuck yeah it hurt…but not like it usually does. I feel good and so satisfied.”
“Good because at some point over the next six hours, I’m going to fuck you again before I leave.”
Jimin’s eyes bulged. He nodded with a devilish grin, “Yes, sir.”
“We don’t have much time today, but next time we’re together, we’ll take our time and really, REALLY do it right. Are you hungry? I can only keep dinner warm for so long.”
Jimin stared up at the ceiling and placed his hands in prayer position. “Not sure if I thanked God lately, but thank you God. Thank you for him. Amen.” Jimin laughed, “Yes. I’m very hungry.”
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Dinner conversation was plentiful. They both had so much to say, so much to share about their different projects. Jimin was hard at work preparing MUSE for the 2024 release and Jeongguk was days away from his first solo debut.
Jeongguk showed him the storyboards and all of the different scenes for his upcoming video shoot. Jimin doted on his short hair and how much weight he had lost while preparing for his debut.
“It’s like a tribute to Michael Jackson,” Jimin boasted as he flipped through the pictures of Jeongguk’s wardrobe. “I saw the choreography, oh Jeonggukie, this is going to be epic. You think they’ll submit it for a Grammy?”
“Probably. My guess is that they will submit all of our solo work. Hey, I have a surprise for you. I’m doing a remix for SNTY with…Usher.”
“You’re fucking kidding me?” Jimin jumped to his feet with excitement.
“He reached out to us when he heard the song and the rest just worked out. Jiminie, I know how much you like him. I thought this was a good way to pay a small tribute to you.”
“Usher is a big name, KooKoo. This is absolutely incredible news. Who would have thought ten years ago that you would be working with a legend?”
“I’ve been working with a legend for the last ten years. His name is Park Jimin.”
Jimin blushed. He grinned and stared down into his empty plate. “I’m not a legend. That’s just your love bias talking.”
“You’re a legend. I knew that before I even loved you. Enough about me, tell me what’s happening with MUSE.”
Jimin was more than happy to share his video concepts as well. “Speaking of tributes, I have a small surprise planned for you in the feature single WHO. But, I can’t tell you much about that quite yet.”
“Looking forward to it,” Jeongguk laughed.
Their conversation was interrupted by a series of phone calls. Jimin’s phone steadily rang with different friends and family calling to wish him happy birthday. At one point, Jimin held a facetime call with the other members including Hobi and Jin. They all sang happy birthday to Jimin. Tae had questions about how the two had found time to be together, but Jeongguk deflected his inquiries in front of the others.
Their night together moved much too quickly, but they made the best of it. They ate Jeongguk’s homemade dinner. They fed each other cake, and swallowed large quantities of champagne. The liquor in their systems only made them more sexually aggressive. With empty champagne bottles, dirty dishes, pots and pans, pieces of cake and balloons strewn all over the apartment, they enjoyed Jimin’s personal party to the fullest.
There was a polite knock at the door. A neighbor had stopped by to inquire about all of the moans and screams coming from the apartment. His query was never answered because inside, Jeongguk had Jimin spread eagle over the kitchen table, fucking the life out of him for the third time that same day. It was their passion filled love making sessions that spurned the disturbance amongst Jimin’s neighbors.
With the knowledge that they only had a few more hours together and a few more weeks before enlistment, they didn’t hold back. They fucked as much as they could before it was finally time for Jeongguk to go.
“Is this all of your luggage?” Jimin asked quietly.
“I had to pack heavy…it’s going to be a long trip. You know how that goes,” Jeongguk said sadly. “I brought all of it here so that I can go straight to the studio for the recording. I’m going to get a few hours of sleep and then head straight to the airport tomorrow.”
“I wish I could go with you. I would love to watch you film the video.”
“I wish you could come as well. It would be fun,” Jeongguk smiled.
The two made small talk as Jeongguk dressed, “I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen.”
“You didn’t have to do that. Dinner was absolutely incredible. One of my best birthday dinners ever,” Jimin wiped tears from his right eye.
“Don’t do that. Don’t start with the tears. We’ll see each other in a little over a month - in Tokyo!” Jeongguk said brightly “When are you heading to Budapest?”
“November 6th. I’ll film for two days and then head back here to do a photo shoot.” More tears. Jimin was having trouble accepting that Jeongguk was leaving, “This has been the best birthday.”
“Better than that time I dropped a thirst video?”
Jimin laughed. “Yea, even better than that. Thank you for doing this. Thank you for making this day unforgettable.” Jimin’s laughter slowly turned into tears. He spoke with a hard voice as he tried to push back his sobs, “I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time saying goodbye.”
“Because it’s happening just like you were afraid it would. The sex is making everything more intense.”
“It’s not just the sex. It’s you.” Jimin grabbed Jeongguk and pulled him into a hug.
“I love you too Jiminie. I have to go…I have the studio booked. The managers and the security team will be here any minute to pick me up.”
As soon as Jeongguk said it, his phone rang. Ji-won, his manager, was calling from downstairs to tell them they had arrived.
“Hello, yea, I have so much luggage. Can someone meet me at the elevator?” Jeongguk watched Jimin disrobe and redress. He bantered back and forth with his manager as they negotiated the logistics of their transportation but he could not take his eyes off of Jimin. After ten years, ten long years, he found him more beautiful than the day they first met. His long silky black hair, and crescent shaped eyes, contrasting against his pink pillowy lips were an absolute dream. “Uh yes, I’m here. On my way down.”
Jeongguk balanced his two large suitcases on their wheels and then secured his backpack. Since he was in the middle of filming for a documentary, he carried his hand held camera with him to grab additional footage. His hands were truly full.
Jimin walked him out, pulling one of his large suitcases. They met the managers at the elevator. “I better go. I’m about to do a live broadcast with ARMY for my birthday.”
“That will absolutely make you feel better. They will have many birthday wishes for you,” Jeongguk encouraged.
“Yea.” Jimin leaned in and gave Jeongguk one final hug. He whispered quietly into his ear, “I’m going to marry you someday.”
Those words were not as Jeongguk expected. He felt a lump in his throat and the sting of tears in his bright eyes. He didn’t want to cry in front of management, nor did he want to display too much intimacy. But Jimin’s words choked him up. He tightened their hug. He held Jimin for so long that Ji-won cleared his throat as a friendly reminder that Jeongguk had to go.
It was the arrival of Sejin that lowered the intensity of the moment. He arrived with a birthday cake for Jimin, just in time for the taping of his live with ARMY.
“Hey, Jeongguk. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Sejin surveyed the situation, curious about why Jeongguk was with Jimin when he was supposed to be in Budapest.
“On my way out. Just had to drop by and give something to Jimin,” he laughed. “I fly out tomorrow.”
Sejin could only imagine what Jeongguk had given Jimin for his birthday. In fact, he didn’t have to imagine because judging from Jimin’s glow, he already knew. “I’m here to take you back to Hybe offices so you can film…unless you plan to go live from your apartment?” Sejin spoke to Jimin.
“No, no, I’m ready. Just saying goodbye to Jeongguk. I have to get my bag and we can go.”
Jeongguk and Jimin parted even though their eyes remained interlocked.
“Bye, have a safe trip,” Jimin did what he could to lower the emotional tension between them.
“Yea, call you when I get settled,” Jeongguk responded.
Jeongguk was just about to get on the elevator when he suddenly lifted his camera. Clad head to toe in his custom CK blue jean set, he aimed his camera at Jimin. He took two final shots of his beloved as a tribute to Jimin’s 29th birthday. They were pictures that would forever remind them of their special night. Jimin smiled, caught slightly off-guard by the sudden photoshoot.
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Later that evening, Jimin went live. And just as Jeongguk suggested, he felt much better talking to ARMY. Namjoon, sensing that he may be feeling a bit down with Jeongguk traveling, stopped by to grant him birthday wishes during his live broadcast.
Someone mentioned Jeongguk in the comments. He broke into song, “ppeuriri” with a loving smile as he teased 3-D, and then sang a melody with the words, “I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.” It was all for his Jeonggukie whom he was missing very much. His most riant smile came when he explained how 3-D had suddenly become ppeuriri and how he was scolded by Jeongguk.
He talked about visiting his parents, eating seaweed stew and posting tik tok dances. But he artfully avoided telling everyone that he and Jeongguk had seen each other. That was a secret for him and his lover to keep.
When asked about Jeongguk, he sighed and had this to say, “Jeonggukie? Jeongguk is very busy these days. I’m worried because he might be so tired.” He looked down at his phone. There was no filter that could hide his melancholy and his worry. Just speaking Jeongguk’s name was difficult because it triggered so much emotion within him, especially given the incredible day they had spent together.
After fifteen minutes trying to convince the fans that his sweater was not inside out, he finally moved on to talk about practice and comments from Jin. Forty-five minutes later he closed the live broadcast by telling ARMY how much he loved them, warning them not to get sick, and thanking them for wishing him a happy birthday.
He walked away from the broadcast feeling hopeful and happy, but anxiously anticipating his trip to Japan…
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[To Be Continued…]
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And...we are at the end of part THREE. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for reading. A few words about minute 23:16 and why I highlighted it. This was Jimin's (presumably) first birthday was Jk was traveling and couldn't be with him. If you notice, he starts singing 3D, but then transitions into a made up song with the lyrics of "I Miss You." I believe the I Miss You may have been triggered by comment, but the song that he sang using those words felt like it was meant for Jk, since Jk was so heavily on his mind. He mentions him three different times during this live and as you can see from his face, he really was worried about him and missed him. Tell me what you think in the comments.
**Author's Notes**
Hey Everybody? It's been a long time hasn't it? For my regular readers, you know that I don't typically go this long without updates to ongoing fics. But since this is just a small gift for my Diamonds, I am updating a little less frequently as I date source and time stamp all of my references. Canon doesn't have to be perfectly aligned with reality, but it does help pain the picture when you are "close" to how it really happened.
In this episode, things are going to really star happening fast. Our two lovers are going to be tested once again. Although my foundation for this fic starts and ends with AYS, my focus is on showing you things that we DIDN'T see. Scenes that happened privately that are retrofitted into the reality that was broadcasted. I loved this show so much and there were so many angles that I could have taken but in the interest of keeping this a short, action packed read, I had to be very selective with where I built out the story. I hope you like some of the liberties that I have taken with the story and the direction that it is going. This fic is going to feed into my fully fictional story about military enlistment called Camouflaged Hearts. This will be the prequel so many of the story lines that are birthed here will continue in the full fic that I am writing. Next up is Sapporo...I assume that will be in two parts, leaving us with a total of a five part series. Please look forward to it.
Just a very honest warning- this chapter gets very NSFW. If you are not familiar with my writing, please know that I am very naughty and my sexual scenes are graphic and explicit. Please skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable with sex scenes.
Thanks for supporting me, even during my hiatus. You're the best friends I could ever hope for. I love you. I love you. I love you.
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Summary:
The holidays are coming and Mrs. Jeon makes Jimin an offer that he can't refuse. Nerves are on edge as Jimin and Jeongguk wait for word on their acceptance into the buddy enlistment program. The two are tested once again as they say goodbye to Jeju and return to their packed schedules. But will a small gap in time allow Jeongguk to perform a miracle?
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Tags:
~ NSFW (21+)
~ Porn with Plot
~ Hurt/Comfort
~ Mild Angst
~ Canon and Canon divergent
~ Lies/Deceit/Betrayal
~ Everybody's Lips are Sealed
~ Graphic Sexual Content
~ Homosexuality
~ M/M
~ 17, 210k
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Jimin stood in the bathroom mirror once again lamenting over the single overgrown hair on his face. Right at the moment where he was ready to yank it out, there was a knock on the door.
“Jiminie, open up, it’s me.”
Jimin swung the door open and immediately turned back to his rogue hair dilemma.
“Looks like I’m just in time,” Jeongguk began to laugh.
“Just in time for what?” Jimin grimaced as he thought about the best way to pull the hair without leaving a mark on his skin.
“Just in time to keep you from doing something drastic about that harmless little hair that you’ve been obsessed with for two days,” Jeongguk stepped inside of the bathroom and stood behind Jimin.
He watched both of their reflections in the mirror. But his eyes were drawn to Jimin’s face; his regal nose and pouty lips and the moistness on his teeth whenever he smiled.
Jeongguk stood even closer behind him, with only several centimeters of anxious space between their bodies. From his position a few inches taller than Jimin, he blew a light breath to bristle the soft tendrils of Jimin’s dark hair. It took all of his power and might not to kiss him on the nape. He stood there for two lifetimes; his reflection bouncing from the mirror, partially hidden by Jimin’s slender body.
Jimin was freshly showered with a smell of opulence from his fancy Loe White Shirts bathing gel. His cheeks were slightly blushed from the heat of frustration over the single burdensome hair that protruded from his chin. The ‘Nevermind’ tattoo burned into his ribs, taunting Jeongguk, giving him the perfect landing spot for a soft caress. Several times his arm lifted, fingers eager to lick Jimin’s inked skin; but each time Jeongguk held back, restraining himself from doing so.
Jimin noticed his lover’s delicate gaze; it seemed to follow his every breath. Jeongguk’s eyes bore into him so deeply and passionately that he could feel their heat as if they were rays from the sun. Jimin knew to look away because allowing even a second to pass locked with the younger’s eyes was too much; too tantalizing.
With a calm panic, Jimin looked elsewhere. Completely unintentionally, his eyes caught the meaty bicep of Jeongguk’s right arm and the cornucopia of colorful ink that wrapped around it. The younger’s chest was bare, punctuated with his perpetually hard nipples. His shapely arms flexed and contracted in the steamy mirror. And it was there where Jimin’s eyes safely settled.
For no distinguishable reason, the white moon tattoo on Jeongguk’s shoulder caught Jimin’s attention. He had seen it a million times, possibly two million, but in the wake of their first sexual encounter, it suddenly felt more profound - if that was even possible. The moon tattoo was a late addition; one of the last tattoos that Jeongguk had received in the completion of his sleeve. It too represented Jimin. Much more subtle than the ‘JM’ initials that Jeongguk inked on his ring finger, the white moon tattoo held even deeper meaning because just a few centimeters away was a black Sun; Jeongguk’s tribute to himself. The two images sat boldly together, fulfilling the Yin and Yang of their coexistence, echoing the legend of the black and white couple. It was Jeongguk’s homage to their spiritual connection; their dogged belief that they were fated lovers. Typical Jeongguk. It was all so blatant. So bold. So fucking unapologetic. There was no wonder as to why Jimin found himself in love with him.
Jimin stared intently at their reflections in the mirror. Jeongguk’s arm muscles rippled in small waves with his natural movement. Each time he moved, his tattooed images came to life like an animated movie. Jimin found himself smiling. What a fearless Maknae he had on his hands.
Feelings of ambivalence plagued him. He wanted to reveal their love and shout it from the rooftops, while simultaneously protecting their secret, never allowing the world in. The contradiction was gnawing at his insides. He leaned backwards, pressing his weight against the younger one’s chest. He watched with bated breath as the colorful tattooed arm rose towards his waist. He braced for the moment where he would feel his warm arm wrap around his ‘Nevermind’ tattoo. But the moment never came…
Jeongguk lifted his arm and opened his hand. “Look what I found. I told you that I would take care of it.”
Jimin stuttered for a moment, lost in his own fantasy. He blinked several times before being able to focus on what Jeongguk had in his hands.
“Tweezers! You-you found some?” He was impressed with Jeongguk’s tenacity for finding him a pair of tweezers in the middle of nowhere.
As he reached forward to grab the tweezers from Jeongguk’s hand, he was hit with an unwelcome vision. Randomly the vision popped into his head and suffocated him. It was the recurring image that had haunted him for years. The vision of the moment that he and Jeongguk would have to say goodbye to serve independent stints in the military. Eighteen long months without so much as laying eyes on each other. It was a very real possibility that frightened Jimin to no end. The vision in Jimin’s mind was the same every time; Jeongguk giving him a thin meaningless hug in front of malicious eyes that judged their every move. And in every iteration of his waking nightmare, Jeongguk turned his back to him and walked across a snow covered parking lot where he boarded a bus to nowhere. Jimin was pulled away and forced to do the same, riding off into the cold night amidst strangers who cared nothing about him. The vision hurt so much that Jimin’s legs buckled as soon as he touched Jeongguk’s hand.
“Hey, hey, whoa. You ok?” Jeongguk caught Jimin by the arm as Jimin stumbled forward.
Jimin didn’t address Jeongguk’s question. He blurted out the truth - his truth, “Our buddy enlistment has to be approved. It has to be KooKoo. It has to. I don’t know how I can live without you,” his eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t cry but he was nervous and unsteady.
“I figured that’s what was bothering you. It’ll be approved, Jiminie. The world knows that I can’t make it eighteen months without you,” Jeongguk tried to reassure him. “Karma is on our side.”
“You don’t know that. The buddy enlistment decisions are randomly computer selected. Anything could happen,” Jimin argued.
Jeongguk forced Jimin to sit down on the rim of the bathtub basin. He retracted the tweezers and studied Jimin’s rogue hair. “Our people are working on this. We have connections and…they’re going to make this happen. Yes, the buddy selection is computer generated, but I’m sure our team can get past that. Shit, Jiminie, our country owes us. We put South Korea on the map; the prestige, the tourism, the money, it all has to mean something. Now is the time for the country to pay us back. BTS has never asked for anything - until now. Granting our buddy enlistment request is the least that our government can do for us after all we’ve done.”
“There are so many who hate us…rival agencies, government officials, jealous idols. They have their fingers on the scale tilted against us. We shouldn’t even have to enlist. The fact that the government is making us serve when fucking soccer players and violinists get exempt is absolute bullshit. It tells us everything we need to know about how our government feels about us,” Jimin ranted.
“That’s the past. Nothing we can do about decisions made years ago. We have to deal with the situation as it is today. And today, I can promise you, Hybe is working in our favor. They are. Yoongi got his social work position, Hobi is working with new trainees, Tae got special forces and Joon will be in the band - all requests that we made. So why would this one last request be denied? We’re going to get everything we want.”
“You really feel that confident?” Jimin asked.
“No. But I needed to distract you while I ripped this hair out. Here.” Jeongguk handed Jimin the long piece of hair that he had successfully liberated from Jimin’s chin with the tweezers.
Jimin’s eyes widened, he grabbed his chin where the hair once lived. “Aiiish,” he couldn’t help but laugh. “How did you do that?”
“I’m very good at diverting your attention.”
“So you didn’t mean a word you just said?”
“I meant every word of it. But I’m scared too. It’s natural to be unsure because of everything you just mentioned. But Jiminie, I’m cautiously optimistic. I believe in our galaxy, I really do.”
Jimin looked in the mirror. The rogue hair was gone and his skin was flawless as if it never existed, “Geez, you’re good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome…now…onto more pressing matters. Are you coming to Chuseok? Mom has texted about thirteen times. She needs to know how much Japchae to make,” Jeongguk questioned.
“Oh, she’s cooking?” Jimin grimaced.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Stop that. Your mother’s cooking is fine,” Jimin scolded. “She cooks with so much love.”
“Yea, well I would rather she cook with seasoning instead of love. Love doesn’t seem to have much flavor,” Jeongguk quipped.
Jimin slapped him on his left nipple, “If she hears you say that it will break her heart.”
“I told her to her face. She’s a tough cookie, she knows where I stand. We’re on the same page. It’s one of the reasons I made sure to learn how to cook. I can’t have another generation of Jeon’s cooking like that.”
Jimin fell over onto Jeongguk’s chest as he laughed, “I’m going. Tell her I’ll be there and I can’t wait to see her. It’s…been a long time.”
“Good. Now moving on…I packed a lunch for tomorrow, for the boat ride. Should be really nice, Jeongguk stood next to Jimin and placed a headband around his head to pull his hair back as he washed his face.
“I can’t wait,” Jimin said faintly.
Jeongguk quickly washed and turned towards the bedroom, “So I guess we each have our own beds now that Tae is gone.”
“Last two nights here,” Jimin smiled.
“Yea, we catch flights soon,” Jeongguk continued to stare at Jimin, he was pouting and Jimin knew it.
“Yea. So about the beds…any particular one you want?”
“The one that you’re sleeping in,” Jeongguk said boldly.
“Jeongguk, please.” Jimin lowered his head to avoid eye contact. “We can’t share a bed. The last time we woke up together, you were so hard that you almost impaled me even though the cameras were running. We have to stay disciplined and keep our distance from each other.”
Jeongguk closed his hand around Jimin’s. He rubbed the outline of Jimin’s small fingers and then kissed them. “I’m going to be completely honest…”
“Don’t say it.” Jimin shook his head.
“I want to make love again.”
“I told you not to say it,” Jimin giggled.
“No one is here. Why can’t we share a bed like we always do? We’ve shared a bed whenever we were together, even when we were being filmed. We know how to control ourselves. So what’s the big deal? Why is everything so different all of a sudden?”
“Because you fucked me, for the first time, after years of being together, we had unplanned, unprotected sex. And whether you like it or not, that changed everything. We have to walk this back. We have to put it back in the bottle. We can be in love without being sexually involved, couples do it all of the time, ” Jimin said delicately. “It’s the sex that will get us in trouble.”
Jeongguk shook his head in disagreement, “Sex is beautiful between two people in love and what we did in the pool was beautiful. We’re almost thirty fucking years old. I think we can handle a sexual relationship.”
Jimin disagreed, “No we can’t. We did it one time and you were ready to tell the world about it. Imagine if you get addicted to me, then what? You’ll lose your mind.” Jimin was kidding, but not really. He grabbed Jeongguk’s chin and lifted it so they could look at each other, “It’s not our time KooKoo.”
“Will it ever be our time?”
Jimin’s response was delayed, “...I don’t know.”
Jeongguk didn’t like arguing with Jimin over something as trite as sex. He couldn’t understand Jimin’s attitude or why he was so terrified of being physical.
Irritated, he turned and exited the bathroom, leaving Jimin alone. He proceeded to the bed furthest away while allowing Jimin to take the bed closest to the door. Relegating themselves to separate beds was the stupidest thing that Jeongguk had ever heard. For years they had slept together, for years they had resisted doing anything inappropriate. Why did Jimin think it mattered now? But once again, Jeongguk held his tongue. Whatever Jimin needed to help him deal with the guilt of making love, Jeongguk was willing to provide - even if he thought it was ridiculous.
Privately, Jimin acknowledged the intrusive thoughts in his head. It wasn’t just Jeongguk who wanted to make love again, he wanted it to, possibly wanted it more. Jimin didn’t trust himself. His discipline was waning. Every hour, every minute, every second that they spent alone chiseled away at his resolve, his discipline and courage.
Less and less he viewed Jeongguk as just a bandmate. More and more he encapsulated him as his lover, and the love of his life. With the house empty and no cameras or staff around, the sexual tension between them was once again escalating. Too many touches. Too many errant stares. Too many moments where their lips longed to mingle. Being alone with Jeongguk was so hard. Yet being alone with him was everything he could ever want.
***
It was their last day in Jeju. From Jeju, they planned to take a flight the following morning to Busan where they would begin the holiday.
With Jeongguk still in the middle of a very intense schedule, their time in Busan was to be brief. As such, their remaining time together would be brief as well. At the end of Chuseok, they would have to say goodbye again for several months before beginning the third leg of the Are You Sure series. Each moment was precious.
Since their last day was Jeju was free with no schedules, they chose to spend it on the sea, the place that made them the happiest.
***
Jimin honestly couldn’t decide what was more beautiful, the rose gold sunset or his tattooed bandmate. As the sun dropped behind Jeongguk’s silhouette, Jimin stared from behind the lens of a small disposable camera. He made his way around the bow of the boat, searching for the best angle to capture both the sky and Jeongguk in the same shot.
“What’s with all of the pictures?” Jeongguk laughed.
“Sejin asked for a few more photos. Just trying…to get a few more.”
“Are you sure those pictures are for Sejin?”
Jimin blushed. Jeongguk could always tell when he was bluffing. He changed the subject, “This was a good idea,” Jimin said as he snapped photo after photo of Jeongguk.
“Chartering the boat again for just the two of us?”
“Yes, exactly that. It’s so peaceful out here in the middle of the ocean.”
Jeongguk added, “You know Sejin also asked if we could keep our go-pros on to get more B-roll and some extra footage.”
“This is our last day alone. Maybe when we head to the airport we can film more. But not tonight. Tonight needs to be about me and you.”
As the large yacht drifted through the heavy waves of the East China Sea, Jimin took a few more shots of the sunset.
Jeongguk laid with his back against the deck and focused on the colorful sky. “I didn’t mean for this outing to be so romantic.”
Jimin laughed, “It is romantic. What do you think the fans will think when they see this?”
“That we’re fucking,” Jeongguk quipped.
“Well we aren’t,” Jimin was quick to defend their position.
“But we did.”
“Did, doesn’t count. As long as we don’t do it again, we can pretend that it never happened.”
“But I don’t want to pretend that having sex never happened…,” Jeongguk snapped. “Calm down Jimin. The fans will never see this version. We only filmed our time on the boat with Tae, remember? It will all look very brotherly and shit,” Jeongguk said angrily.
Jeongguk removed his cell phone. He didn’t want to miss the brilliant sunset. It was an important moment, one that he needed to capture as a precious memory; something he could look back on during the lonely days in the barracks. Besides, talking to Jimin about his refusal to have sex again would only make him angry. The gorgeous sunset was a welcomed distraction.
The cool sea splashed over them like small droplets of rain. It felt good in the midst of the evening heat. Jimin laid down next to Jeongguk.
“Come take a picture. I need as many of these pictures as possible in case…,”
“...in case we have to say goodbye?” Jeongguk concluded Jimin’s sentence.
“Just in case.”
“You know, we’re still in the same group. Even if buddy enlistment is denied, we’ll be back together as soon as enlistment is done. Besides, even while we’re in ROKN, we can see each other on holidays and vacations,” Jeongguk tried to keep the mood upbeat.
“You’re talking like our enlistment isn’t going to be approved.”
“No, I’m just saying…,”
“Shut up and smile,” Jimin quipped.
“Wow, that sunset is really beautiful.”
“It seems prettier than the sunsets in Seoul,” Jimin shaded his eyes as he looked towards the white puffy clouds. “Look up. Doesn’t that look like a whale?” He drew an outline of clouds in the sky for Jeongguk to see his vision.
“It looks like a dick.”
“It does not!” Jimin sat up and studied the cluster of clouds again, “Ok…I can see how you would see that.”
“We’re both horney, that’s why we can both see it.” Jeongguk giggled.
“I don’t disagree. But let’s go with whale. I’ll take a picture and we can include it in the photobook.”
“I still see a dick…but if you want to pretend it’s a whale, then be my guest.”
“Can we pretend it’s a whale of a dick?”
Jeongguk tilted his head back and laughed. “I’m in love with you. You know that right?”
“Tell me why.”
“Why?”
“List all of the reasons, right now, go.”
“There’s too many reasons to list.”
Jimin insisted, “Well tell me the big ones.”
“Ok. Well, I won’t waste time talking about your body, or your smile, or your laugh…or even your talent, even though those are my favorite things.” Jeongguk broke away from the clouds and looked at Jimin as he lay next to him, “No, I won’t waste time there. I tell you that everyday. Instead, I’ll tell you…how you make me feel.”
Jimin sat up on his elbow, “What do you mean?”
“You’re like an emotional superhero. I sound silly, let me explain. You make me want to sing better. Dance harder. Study harder. Cook better. Be a better son and brother. You make me reach down into the depths of my soul to be a better person for my family, for my friends, for you, for the other members but most of all…for myself. You have this ability to help me see the best in myself and never settle for anything less. You make me love harder. You make me laugh harder. You help make me…be me. I guess you can infer all of the qualities that go with that, but Jiminie, that’s what I love most about you. From the very beginning, I felt it. Sure it started out as a little crush because you were always so charming and you gave me good food and helped me with my homework. But my feelings grew far beyond that and well here we are. You’re my superhero.”
The sun dipped a few feet further towards the ocean as the waves rocked against the drifting boat. Seagulls sang in the distance amidst the otherwise hushed silence. There were no other boats around, no other crew, not even bodyguards; just the two lovers and the boat captain.
Jimin felt the wet along his cheeks, but he assumed it was just more splashing from the ocean. He didn’t realize they were his own tears. Of all of the things he thought Jeongguk would say, his actual words exceeded his wildest expectations. He didn’t want another moment to pass without him returning the sentiment.
He blurted, “You make me laugh. That’s what I love most about you.”
“Seriously, that’s it?” Jeongguk said with a slight sting in his voice.
“You don’t understand. I’m a very serious person. I overthink everything. So serious that it almost killed me. The stress that I put on myself was not sustainable. Since I was two years old, I worried about almost everything. My grades, my performance, my weight, my dance, my technique, my studies. Everything. And then one day you came along as a friendly reminder not to take myself so seriously. I don’t think I ever laughed before I met you…at least not like I do now. Your lawless, emotional, impulsive behavior is the exact opposite of mine. I was too regimented, too disciplined, too…funless. You changed all of that and in the process, you saved my life…gave me life. I learned how to find pleasure in chaos. I learned that mistakes were not the end of the world. I learned that food can be as good as sex. I learned that smiling and laughing adds years to my life and you make me do it everyday. It may seem like a small thing to you, but it’s everything to me. Don’t you see? That’s what makes us unbreakable. Our relationship isn’t based on anything physical. It’s based on who we are inside. Sure you’re attractive, you’re talented, you’re kind and gentle. But so are a lot of other people in the world. You have something that no one else in the world has, you’re my destiny. My perfect puzzle piece. My universal other half. You’re what I need.”
“Serendipity. I remember when you told Namjoon that you were falling in love and he helped you write that. Lucky for us, you never told him who you were falling in love with.” Jeongguk laughed. “We’ve been together, in love, for all these years and never made love until a few days ago. Why do you think…it took so long?”
“It’s not because we didn’t want to. It took so long because no matter how much we wanted each other, we remained disciplined. Yeah we fooled around, but we never went there out of respect for the group and respect for our circumstances. But…knowing that…,”
Jeongguk interrupted, “Knowing that we could be apart for 18 months made us lose control, out of fear? I guess?”
“Fear of what the future could hold. We gave in. It happened.” Jimin admitted, “Honestly, I was hoping that Chapter two would put some distance between us. I was hoping that we could find a way out of this mess without either of us getting hurt. But it backfired. The more time we spent apart working on our separate projects, the more my heart ached for you. I became obsessed with your schedule and knowing where you were going and how you were doing. The pain of missing you was miserable. I thought we were doing what was right. I thought we were growing stronger and more independent. I thought…I thought a lot of things. But the moment I laid eyes on you in New York, I knew that there was no distance between us; only more love. I watched you at the GMA performance and I wanted to rip you off of that stage and make love to you right there in Central Park in the rain. Somehow, I loved you even more. Even more.”
“Bro, there were like 20,000 people there. That would have been quite a show,” Jeongguk mocked.
Jimin burst with laughter, “Oh Jeonggukie.” He rolled behind him and wrapped his arms around him.
Jeongguk lifted his cell phone to take one additional video of the sun before it receded too far into the ocean. He could feel Jimin’s tight grip around him as they lay together in the middle of the sea.
“It’s already getting dark,” Jimin whispered beneath the sound of the rolling waves.
“Yea, I guess it is,” Jeongguk’s voice was deflated.
“What’s wrong?”
“I never want you to let me go. I want more of you…I… don’t know how to explain it,” the whine in Jeongguk’s voice was picked up by his cell phone as he continued to capture the last few moments of the sinking sun.
“I’m here. I won’t let go.”
“You know what I mean. The urge is always there, even though I know it can never again be fulfilled.”
“Urge? Oh KooKoo, this is why we should have never…,” Jimin was cut off.
“Stop saying that. I really don’t want to hear that again. Please.”
Jimin understood Jeongguk’s snippiness. He was pouting, projecting anger over a situation in which he felt little control. Still, Jimin refused to let him go. Instead, he held him tighter. His nose and lips parted the shag of Jeongguk’s hair until he could taste his slightly salted skin. As he burrowed his entire face into the back of Jeongguk’s neck, he slid his arm down the front of his body until his outstretched hands were resting on the younger’s stomach. Despite Jeongguk still filming the sunset, Jimin slid his hand further down between the elastic band of Jeongguk’s pants and the warm skin of his abs. With the creep of a few curious fingers, he found his way inside of the younger’s underwear where he searched for a very specific target.
Jeongguk released a heavy breath. He could feel Jimin’s fingers crawling through the thick of his untamed pubic hair. Jimin getting handsy with him was not unusual. Getting handsy on a boat in the middle of the ocean where the entire world could see - was very unusual. He knew what his hyung was doing. It was an apology of sorts, calling a truce, giving him relief from his pent up sexual frustration. While Jeongguk’s cell phone caught every bit of the sinking sun, it also caught every bit of his lusty moans as Jimin began to work his hand in circles. Jeongguk didn’t struggle. Instead he melted his broad back onto the capable chest of his elder. His mouth dropped slightly and his head tilted as Jimin hit the spot.
With a tentative caress, Jimin eased his hands over Jeongguk’s crotch, drawing a moan of pleasure from the other’s lips. He felt Jeongguk’s legs part slightly, allowing Jimin more room to work. It was going to be quick because he knew that Jeongguk didn’t have the sexual discipline to last very long. Jimin pushed his hips forward, driving his hard cock firmly into Jeongguk’s back. He wanted to make sure that his stallion could feel him, feel his excitement, feel how hard he was. He wanted Jeongguk to know that he wasn’t the only one who had urges, who longed to feel him inside of him, who longed to make love every single day.
“My baby. You’re so warm and so hard. Relax, let me…take care of you,” Jimin whispered behind him. “Remember the first time I did this to you? Jacked you off and made you cum.”
Jeongguk moaned with a nod, “I wouldn’t stop crying. I was upset over some bullshit with Tae and you made me cum to make me stop crying,” Jeongguk grunted as Jimin rubbed him more aggressively.
“That’s exactly right,” he breathed into the lobe of Jeongguk’s ear.
Within a flash, Jimin removed his hand and licked his palm, covering it with his balmy saliva before returning it to the elongated shaft of his desperate lover. It was at that moment that he began to stroke him, rubbing him with all of the nuanced touches that he knew set him off. Tickling his cock’s tip, stretching the skin, fisting the thickness like a vice - it was everything that he knew Jeongguk liked.
Jeongguk’s cock was alive, innervated with blood rushing to every part of his body. The greedy nerves in his cock clamored for movement, for the sliding, teasing friction that would bring him release. His grip on his cell phone tightened, despite his eyes slamming shut. The camera continued to capture the falling sun as well as the sounds of his approaching orgasm. His mouth tightened as he held still and fast, in anticipation of the wave of pleasure that slowly escalated inside of him. His nuts rumbled and his groin boiled. After only seconds of being jacked off by his boyfriend, he was already ready to cum.
Jimin moved his hand back and forth, tripling the bulge inside of the younger’s pants. Once again, he quickly removed his palm to moisten it, rubbing spit all over the juiciest part of his fingers. He could smell his lover’s scent - Loe’s Peaches and Tea. For his own satisfaction, he sniffed his fingers before quickly licking away the precum that had dribbled into the creases. His whiny baby began to squirm, anxious to conclude his journey. With no further hesitation, he plunged his wet hand back into the front of Jeongguk’s pants and commenced to stroke him again. The subtle clapping of his wet fist could barely be heard from beneath the fabric of the younger’s pants, yet the camera picked up every decibel. He slammed his fist back and forth, eliciting even more moans from his delicious boyfriend. The deepening of Jeongguk’s breaths signaled that he was close.
Jimin smothered his lover’s ear and coaxed him to release, not with dirty words, but with beautiful ones, “Never forget how much I love you. I’ll never let you go.”
The cell phone tilted sideways, capturing a crooked horizon but still gripped between Jeongguk’s fingers. The soundtrack for the recording of the beautiful evening sky was his deep earthy groan as Jimin masturbated him to climax. His breathy voice was loud over the waves, pushing louder and louder as the pools of heat burned his stomach. He looked down and could see the bouncing outline of Jimin’s hand as he worshiped his cock.
“Uhh-uhh, uh, uh, s-s-s-s, oh fuck, yes…don’t stop,” Jeongguk moaned into the microphone of his cell phone.
Jimin’s deep consoling voice echoed his, “That’s a good boy, let it all out, cum for me.” There was a slight arch in Jeongguk’s back before Jimin felt a flow of wet between his fingers. He stroked him throughout, milking him for every drop, feeding him all the way to the end.
Just as the moment expired, Jeongguk suddenly turned around to face him. Unabashedly soaked from stomach to thighs with cum, he crawled on top of Jimin and came down hard with pursed lips, covering his face with grateful loving kisses.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Jeongguk said after landing about 100 kisses across Jimin’s lips and cheeks.
“Lay back down. There’s only about ten minutes remaining before the sun is completely gone. I don’t want to waste a single moment of it. Our last night here KooKoo. Stay in my arms.”
Jeongguk laid back down and once again Jimin engulfed him from behind. There they lay until the entire bay was cloaked in darkness.
By the time their chartered yacht returned to the dock, night had fallen. The bay of Jeju was pitch black. Even the seagulls had retired for the evening. Their flight for Busan was scheduled for noon the following day at the official start of their holiday and they still had hours worth of packing to do.
***
Standing in front of the mirror, Jimin applied toner to his cheeks and forehead as he resumed his nightly skin care routine. His singing voice was strengthened by the hazy moisture in the air. He harmonized with the second warm voice coming from the shower as the two performed a private concert. Jimin sang the lead with Jeongguk lending his beautiful adlibs. They performed the song with passion and intensity, something they did often when they were feeling uneasy. It was their way of comforting each other;
Baby, don't leave
Just stay by my side, yeah
To you, who see me bigger than what my little self is (to you)
So that I can give as much as I’ve received (oh-oh)
So that I can keep my word (oh-oh)
Don't worry, just stay by my side, yeah (Yeah)
We don’t know what the future holds (holds, yeah)
And that’s scary and makes us afraid (oh-oh)
But don’t forget that we’re always together (don't forget)
Jimin pulled back the shower curtain to sing the last few lines directly to Jeongguk’s face. He had a flirtatious glint in his eye.
I know it sounds so clichéd
So that it's not taken lightly
Let me say it to you properly
Quickly, Jimin leaned forward, giving Jeongguk no time to object. Jeongguk held steady despite the foamy lather of soap all over his face. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, just like it always did when Jimin leaned in to kiss him. Jimin’s kiss was so subtle in its demand, that Jeongguk wasn’t even aware that his own lips had parted and his tongue had pushed forward into Jimin’s mouth. They shared a face full of soap as Jimin’s hands cradled Jeongguk’s jaw and his fingers tickled the stubble under his chin.
Jimin’s mouth was so tenderly persuasive, erotic and passionate. Yet there was an undertone of desperation, even sadness whenever he possessed Jeongguk like that.
Jimin’s puffy lips slid to Jeongguk’s throat, until his tongue and teeth settled over his pulse. He worked his mouth around the spot, layering sensation like silk until Jeongguk shivered and pulled away. His nudity left him vulnerable. Jimin could plainly see his sprouting erection.
“It’s just a kiss,” Jimin teased.
“Easy for you to say,” Jeongguk pushed Jimin away and yanked the curtain back. “You’re always starting trouble,” he yelled over the spray of the shower water.
“Wash your hair. You still taste like seawater,” Jimin flirted a little more.
Jeongguk ripped the curtain back again and even though Jimin was already showered and fully dressed in his pajamas, Jeongguk bear hugged him and pulled him partially into the shower underneath the powerful spray of water. Devilry glittered in his large expressive eyes as he trapped Jimin against his wet, naked body. The feel of him was richly stimulating as Jeongguk engaged him in another soapy, uncontrolled kiss.
Jimin burst into giggles and fought for his freedom. The spray of the shower soaked him and his pajamas. He slapped the chest of his neanderthal boyfriend while negotiating his position. But the shameful truth was that he loved being dominated and controlled by his powerful soulmate. He loved his show of power and strength. He loved being held by him, even if it was under the spray of steaming hot water. He loved it all.
***
It was 3:00am when Jimin’s phone rang. Within seconds of his phone ringing, Jeongguk’s phone blared as well. There was absolutely no reason for anyone to be calling that time of the night. The two had only been in bed for a couple of hours, but they were in a deep sleep. Naturally, the ringing phones startled them both. It was Jimin who awakened first.
He squinted, hair matted to one side of his head, left eye still partially closed, “He-hello?” He said without checking the caller ID.
“Jimin! It’s me. I called both of you because I wasn’t sure who would answer first. Where’s Jeongguk? Put me on speaker.”
“Sejin?” Jimin grumbled.
“Yes, it’s me. Where’s Jeongguk? Get him on the phone, I’ve got two letters here from the 2nd Infantry Division. I stopped by the office to pick up a few contracts and saw the letters sitting in my mailbox. They had been delivered to me since they knew we were working together.”
“Do you think…?” Jimin hesitated.
“YES, I DO. WAKE UP JEONGGUK, PLEASE!” Sejin insisted.
“Jeonggukie, get up, GET UP!” Jimin jumped from his bed over to Jeongguk’s bed where the younger was snoring and completely oblivious to all of the noise in the room.
Jimin climbed on top of him and slapped his cheek gently several times to lure him awake. Jeongguk’s eyes fluttered open gradually. He wasn’t immediately sure what to make of Jimin sitting on top of him. His cock jumped hard as a default. But Jimin’s shrill yell immediately killed his erection. Something was wrong. Jimin was upset or excited or scared or something - not good.
Jeongguk mumbled, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Our decision letters came in today. Sejin has both of them in his hand.”
“And? What do they say?” Jeongguk was suddenly completely coherent. He sat up while holding on to Jimin to make sure that he didn’t push him out of the bed.
“Sejin, Jeongguk is here.” Jimin put Sejin on speaker phone.
Sejin began immediately, “You have a couple of choices here. Either I can get this shipped overnight to you over the holiday, or you can give me permission to open them right here and right now and tell you what they say.”
“Oh yes, please ship them. We’re in no hurry to hear the most important information in our entire lives. No hurry at all. We can wait a few more days or even weeks. Keep us in agony. We love that. In fact send the letters by mule, let’s really ratchet up the suffering. No big fucking deal at all,” Jeongguk was as sarcastic as he could be at 3:00am.
Jimin placed a calming hand on his crotchety lover’s chest to stop his tirade of sarcasm, “Of course we’ll take option two. You have our permission to open both letters,” Jimin said seriously.
“Good because I already opened them,” Sejin laughed.
“Mail fraud. Nice,” Jeongguk rolled his eyes.
“Well?” Jimin was a nervous wreck.
“You two will be seeing a lot more of each other’s faces - for the next 18 months.”
“WE WERE APPROVED?” Jeongguk screamed.
“APPROVED? The buddy enlistment was approved?” Jimin echoed.
“Yes. You’re in…together,” Sejin’s deep voice boomed over the phone. “Congratulations guys. Luck definitely favors you.”
“Ok, ok, it’s late, you - you need to get to bed. Thank you for the news, Sejin, Thank you!” Jimin said brightly.
“You’re welcome. Mr. Lee will meet you at the airport tomorrow and escort you to Busan. Have a safe holiday. See you in a few days.”
“You too Sejin and thanks again! Good night.”
Before Jimin could even disconnect his phone, he had Jeongguk in his arms. They held each other in a tight grasp, shaking their heads, unable to believe the incredible news.
Jeongguk held Jimin at arm’s length to look at him. “I told you. I told you this would happen. I told you we would be approved.”
Jimin smiled as he held both of Jeongguk’s hands within his. “You never doubted it. You kept me sane all of these months by being so positive and refusing to think the worst. This is one more reason why I love you.”
“We don’t have to be separated. I get to have you by my side for the next 18 months. I get to have you all to myself. No fans, no other members, no management, no work, just me and you.”
“And about 150 other soldiers,” Jimin reminded him.
“I-I can’t believe it.” Tears fell from the younger’s eyes as he looked around the room in disbelief. This was the best possible outcome. He took several deep breaths. “For the next two years, you and your bald head are going to be the first person I see in the morning and the last person I see at night. We really are destined, aren’t we?”
“You keep saying that. I used to laugh at the notion, but now…,”
“But now you believe me, right? The universe has chosen us to be together. Out of the thousands of talented kids who auditioned for BTS, you and I were two of the seven who made it. What are the odds of finding your soulmate right smack dab in the middle of the most popular group in the entire world? How does something like that even happen? The two from Busan, the two with the matching moles and identical senses of humor. The two who like the same movies and laugh at the same jokes. The two who make each other the happiest. The two who started as best friends and eventually fell in love. Only the universe can move in such a kismet way. Being chosen to serve together is just further proof that we can never be divided," Jeongguk said passionately.
“I’m stuck with you…is that what you’re saying?” Jimin joked.
“You’re stuck with me. But more than that…even if everyone hates us and tries to tear us apart, they won’t succeed because it’s you and me against the world. That’s how it was always meant to be.” Jeongguk said many outrageous things. His deepest thoughts escaped as he purged theories that he’d held close to his heart for years. Jeongguk’s own words brought him to tears. Never had he been happier. Military service was no longer a scary thought for him. He felt fearless because Jimin was going to be right there with him.
“You’re so idealistic. It’s the most incredible thing about you. It’s like you wish upon a star and your every wish all comes true…not because wishes are real but because God can’t resist giving you everything you want. Being in love with you is like loving a Disney Prince,” Jimin knew he wasn’t making sense but he was too emotional to be the sensible and mature one. For once he chose to just let go and live in Jeongguk’s beautiful world.
Jeongguk’s shoulders slumped over as he released a much needed cry. In his attempts to soothe Jeongguk and assuage his tears, Jimin held him in his arms. But his lover’s sobs were contagious and soon Jimin found himself fully crying as well.
It was only at that moment that they realized how stressful the waiting had been and how vexatious it was not knowing how all of it was going to end. They hugged and cried, washing away the fear and toxic anxiety that had burrowed into their bones like muriatic acid. With no cameras, no interruptions, and no judgment, they released it all.
Jeongguk fetched a towel from the bathroom. They used it to wipe their tears and blow each other’s noses. Crying together seemed to fix everything.
“I hope you can sleep right next to me. Or maybe across from me? We can take all our vacations together. We can visit our parents together too whenever we go home. We should journal everyday, you know, to keep our memories fresh. Maybe one day we’ll have kids and we can tell them all about it. We’re the only Idols in the history of Korea to ever enlist together. We’re making history. Our kids need to know that their dads were really cool…,” Jeongguk said brightly.
Jimin felt the need to give his Disney Prince a reality check, “Slow down Jeonggukie, this isn’t a romantic comedy. This is the military and with North Korea lobbing missiles over our heads every other day, a war could break out at any time. We are enlisting at a very dangerous time. There are several wars ongoing and the U.S. is involved in all of them. With them as our allies, there is no end to the shit they could drag us into. We’re already being assigned to the most dangerous region in the division.”
“Oh you’re being dramatic. Nothing is going to escalate that quickly. By next June we’ll be out and the allies can continue their bullshit without BTS. Besides, I’ll happily die with you by my side if it comes down to it,” Jeongguk pulled Jimin to the bed and crawled over the top of him. What was once a face full of painful tears had transitioned to a face full of overwhelming joy. He caged Jimin against the mattress and began kissing the side of his neck.
Jimin laughed through his spent tears. He too suddenly felt invincible and exceedingly happy. He wrapped his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders and pulled him closer, inviting him to steal more kisses from his neck. “How about neither of us die. Let’s just get this shit over so we can come back home.” He giggled again as Jeongguk’s lips tickled him around his ear.
They kissed in a playful fashion, bouncing their lips together in a silly cadence while they hummed and sang in exuberance. They rolled across the bed, body over body, switching positions like children. But with each kiss, each touch, each sigh, the mood shifted from playful to something else -
Surprisingly, it was Jimin who crossed over. Jeongguk could suddenly feel Jimin’s fingers deeply embedded in the back of his neck. Gone were the delicate touches and the brotherly hugs.
Jimin couldn’t see clearly. His eyes were full of Jeongguk’s beautiful silhouette. He could only hear the thumping of his heart. He could only feel the burning desire in his loins. He could only touch his lover’s taught golden skin. Nothing else crossed his sensory path; not rationale, not discipline, not fear. Only passion arose within him. He paused to take one additional look at his young love. He stared at him with equal parts hunger and reverence. His Jeonggukie was unspeakably beautiful, reclining beneath him. Ravenously he tore off Jeongguk’s clothing and lowered himself to him.
“Touch me. Do you feel that?” Jimin whispered into his ear.
Jeongguk gently rubbed his hands over Jimin’s crotch. He felt the power of a thick steel pipe percolating beneath Jimin’s pants. He was burning for him; full of desire that seemed uncontrollable. The vagary in his hyung’s disposition perplexed him. But he didn’t dare question it. He slowly lifted his arm and slid one hand around Jimin’s neck. His fingers laced through his tresses as Jimin groaned underneath his touch. He hesitated in returning Jimin’s aggression. The elder had been so against making love that Jeongguk wanted to stall, just long enough to give him time to reconsider. He couldn’t stomach more of Jimin’s regrets.
But there was no reconsidering. Jimin knew what he wanted and he was ready to take it. What they were about to do was necessary. It was the only thing missing from their perfect night with the perfect news. They needed to have their perfect ending. It took nanoseconds to liberate Jimin from his heavy sweats and long sleeve shirt. They rolled around the bed, kissing, biting, licking and sucking every iota of skin that they could reach. Jimin pinned Jeongguk to the bed and climbed onto him. He attacked his lips, smashing their mouths together in sloppy tongue filled kisses.
Everything happened so fast. Not even Jimin could control it. He straddled Jeongguk’s waist and grabbed his hand, wrapping it around his naked vulnerable hard flesh. It was their first time doing it on a bed. The excitement of it all pushed them to move too fast, with little caution. They had no lube, they had no condoms. It was wrong, all wrong, but they couldn’t stop.
Jimin fell flat on his back before pulling Jeongguk over the top of him. He lifted his legs and pressed his ankles together to give Jeongguk a look at his treasure. His hole was clenched tight, ill prepared for the younger’s virgin cock to be rammed inside of him. He used several fingers to tickle himself open, just enough for Jeongguk to press his tip through the slit.
With a single hand, Jeongguk grabbed both of Jimin’s ankles and pushed forward, pressing Jimin’s legs into his chest. He bent him in half, positioning him for a fast, rough entry. He stretched his cock, and stroked it liberally to keep it hard while he rubbed a dollop of Loe’s body oil over his tip. The bottle of oil squelched as he squeezed again, this time dropping glistening puddles of it over Jimin’s small fingers which were still plugged into his hole.
Jimin rubbed the oil inside of him and all over both thighs. His oil slicked fingers clawed at Jeongguk’s hips, directing them to the spot.
The mild mannered Maknae turned confidently aggressive when it came to getting what he wanted. He held Jimin’s legs firmly in place as he worked his dick along the slippery path before plunging it into Jimin’s body.
The breath was forced from Jimin’s lungs. He felt a collision and pressure that was so intense that it almost pushed him through the headboard. His legs trembled from the discomfort. Inadvertently, he pushed Jeongguk away from him. Jeongguk pinned Jimin’s arms down so that he couldn’t push him away. He thrusted forward again, rounding his hips again, forcing his cock directly into the unyielding center of Jimin’s body.
“FUCK!” Jimin cried out.
Jeongguk’s knees dug into the surface of the mattress as he thrusted forward again. Trapping Jimin’s arms by his sides, Jeongguk began pumping. There was too much resistance to go deep. He pushed the tip of his cock just past Jimin’s rim and it was there where he focused his short powerful strokes. Several times his dick fell completely out, causing him to hold it, find the hole again, and push it back in. Each time he re-entered, Jimin released another pained yelp.
Jeongguk tried to be loving, he tried to be sensitive but he didn’t know how to summon such restraint in the midst of such pleasurable sensation. Jimin’s hole felt like a vice around his shaft. He could already feel the hot fluid racing through his veins. Oblivious to Jimin’s flinching, he fucked him hard, to his own satisfaction.
“Oh baby, Jiminie…I love you, I love you…,” Jeongguk moaned in a breathy pant as his cock percolated, causing cum to squirt in long intervals.
[To Be Continued....]