**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.

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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....]