November 25th, 2023 - Sapporo Japan

They landed in Sapporo amidst freezing temperatures and heavy fog. The entire city was covered in snow, a fact that made Jimin smile immensely. 

Each of them had their own personal hand held cameras in their hands. 

Jeongguk turned the camera towards Jimin as Jimin looked through the window, “Jeonggukie?”

“Yea?”

“It’s snowing. It must be cold, there’s ice all over the ground.”

“A very special gift for us.”

Jeongguk turned his camera on himself and gave an episode stamp, “Season 3 of  Are You Sure is now beginning. Let’s GO!”

 

The film crew met them on the ground. Unlike their disaster in Tokyo, the SUV and driver were waiting for them near the tarmac. Cameras were immediately jammed into their faces. Their time in Tokyo was fairly isolated and reclusive compared to the flurry of directors, managers, producers and set designers who ushered them to their accommodations.

Just after climbing into the SUV, Jimin raised the partition between them and the driver to give them some privacy. The only cameras in the SUV were the two handheld cameras that they controlled. The other cameras and the rest of the film crew traveled behind them in another car. 

For the first time in several hours, they were alone. Jimin unabashedly climbed into Jeongguk’s lap and commenced nibbling on his ear. A full make-out session soon followed. The ride from the airport to their hotel accommodation was about an hour away. Time alone was going to be extremely limited so Jimin capitalized on the opportunity and sat in Jeongguk’s lap the entire time. They kissed, fondled and did all of the things expected of young couples in love. The scenery was just so idyllic, causing Jimin to feel completely vulnerable in Jeongguk’s arms. He just wanted to hold him for as long as possible. 

Unsure of why the two had suddenly raised the partition behind him, the driver announced broadly that they were approaching the hotel. He was a local operator who knew nothing about the two men he carried in the back of his Limo SUV. But he was experienced enough to speculate that when couples wanted privacy in the backseat, it was to fool around. He respected their situation and used the utmost discretion.

“We’re here,” he announced again. 

The partition came down and Jimin leaned forward towards him, “Thank you.” 

The driver could see Jimin wiping his lips in his rearview mirror. He presumed that the two young men had been- kissing. It was a bit shocking but he kept his opinions to himself.

Before jumping out of the car, the two decided to film a quick video to announce their arrival. They turned the camera on themselves and said a few disorganized words. They were so blissfully drunk on kisses and passionate hugs that neither of them realized that it wasn’t the best time to film an intro. 

“We have arrived. Sapporo!” They announced.

Jimin burst into laughter as soon as he played back the footage.

“Well,” he laughed, so much for not looking like a couple. Not only do we look married, we look freshly fucked and married. 

Jeongguk shrugged and gathered their luggage. He was in peak IDGAF mode. “At least you put on a mask to cover up your swollen lips where I had been biting you. That’s being kind of responsible, I guess.”

As they made their way inside, they noticed that there was hardly anyone there. Plenty of staff and hotel workers meandered through the hallways, but there were no other guests - at least not any that Jimin and Jeongguk could see. 

“Where is everyone? Feels like we’re the only ones staying here.”  Jimin found it odd that the entire hotel was empty.

“Don’t know. Do you have any more of those salty sausages in your bag?” Jeongguk settled in front of the coffee table and sorted through the snacks that they had brought with them from Tokyo.

“It’s so quiet. Do you think there are other guests here and they’re just sleeping?”

“Probably, it’s past 11pm. Why do you care? I love the quiet.”

“Yea, yea you’re right, the quiet is nice.” Jimin dropped the subject, even though something felt slightly off. 

 

The hotel was a five star resort. Definitely higher caliber than their accommodations in Jeju. The room was small, cozy and romantic with romantic being the key word. He had specifically requested a room with two beds, yet there was only one and it was covered in purple rose petals. Before turning the camera on the bedroom, he pushed the beds apart to create their own sleeping spaces. The small bit of quick thinking on his part had avoided another awkward sleeping arrangement - the kind that gave Namjoon so much angst.

“Strange. This setup isn’t what we requested,” Jimin continued to examine the room.

“Doesn’t matter. So listen, I have a surprise. Tomorrow, I’m taking you someplace that you’ll really love - a whisky distillery. It’s a museum and a distillery combined.”

“Huh?” Jimin wasn’t really listening. He continued to inspect the room and the over-the-top accommodations. 

There were candles everywhere with silk pajamas laid out on the bed. Every flat surface was covered in decadent flower bouquets. Even the bathroom was strange - all marble with a large heart-shaped tub sitting in the center of the room. There were custom Egyptian sheets, exotic bath salts and bottles of champagne. There were even packs of erotic designer underwear left in plain site for the cameras to see. And the most shocking thing of all was a cherry wood box full of name-brand lubricants, most specifically designed for gay sex. Jimin found it disconcerting that the room was fitted with such intimate details. He felt as if they had stepped into an alternate universe. He soon realized that they had accidentally been booked in a honeymoon suite. It was a major faux-pas that would be difficult to hide during filming. He sent a text to the head of the film crew and asked them if they could move the cameras around to avoid filming some of the freaky gifts that were littered throughout.

Someone was going to get written up for making such a glaring mistake. He decided to move on. They were only there for one night. He trusted that the editing would camouflage it. He piled as many of the naughty gifts as he could into the closet. It was the only way to keep them out of view. He tracked back and forth through the room to make sure he had not overlooked anything.

“Whiskey…your favorite,” Jeongguk repeated angrily. “Hello? Whisky?”

Jimin’s head snapped up, “Oh whiskey. Yes. That sounds incredible. You really know what I like, don’t you?”

“Ok, what’s going on? You ok?” Jeongguk noticed that Jimin seemed distracted. 

“Better than ever…,” Jimin placed his handheld camera on the table and then gave Jeongguk a small peck on the lips. “I can’t wait to have whisky.”

 

It was too late in the evening to find an open restaurant, so they resorted to their favorite activity, combing through the liquor store for late night snacks and cold beer. 

As they sorted through their convenience store haul,  Jimin repeatedly expressed his concerns over being booked in a honeymoon suite, while Jeongguk stole all of the kinky gifts and packed them in his luggage. After several hours of talking and playing around like proper bros, they finally showered and settled down for the evening. The silk pajamas were irresistible, so they both ended up wearing them to bed. 

Jimin prepared a couple bowls of ramen as they sat in front of the cameras and continued to talk. Fresh from filming the SGMB video, Jimin had his experience top of mind. So many kids on the set sent him soaring with the idea of having his own family. Once again it was something that he needed to share with Jeongguk as they bandied about the idea of settling down and having kids - together. 

It was coded conversation, safe for cameras, but each of them knew exactly what they were asking the other. Testing the temperature on the interest of kids revealed that they weren’t exactly on the same page. As where Jimin dreamed of being a girl-dad and the perils of raising a baby girl, Jeongguk didn’t even want to be an uncle. He was perfectly happy being a Bam-dad for the foreseeable future.

The conversation of kids had never explicitly come up before. With Jeongguk being two years Jimin’s junior and Jimin facing the scary age of thirty, it made sense that they were in different places. Neither of them took the matter seriously, but it was a good check point considering they found themselves falling deeper and deeper in love everyday.

***

 The following morning, they awoke to a dusting of snow falling across the city. Both of them rushed to the window, eyes bright like children on Christmas. Overtly aware that the cameras were rolling, they stood side by side, absorbing every detail of the frosted city. As Jimin’s arm fell to his side, he could feel a scintilla of a touch from Jeongguk’s fingers as they longingly caressed his hand. It was a moment in time, a freshly curated memory that they would store forever. And it happened within a fraction of a second. 

The kiss that didn’t follow would linger within their hearts as the one they needed the most.

It was time to get packed up, once again they were headed for a new exciting location. Getting to the whisky distillery required a journey, starting with a long drive and a train ride. And then ending with a freezing walk through the snow. 

They made their way through the train station, intermittently holding hands along the way. Cute little girls running behind their parents, struck up more conversation about Jimin wanting to one day be a father. Jeongguk took notice of how tightly Jimin held him throughout his entire plea for kids. A message was sent, one that Jeongguk found incredibly endearing. 

Another moment of vulnerability hit them as they cuddled on the train sharing a set of airpods, listening to another crippling love song that sent them both sinking into sadness. Jimin shed a few shallow tears as Jeongguk rested his head on his shoulder in a show of comfort. The fear of breaking up was very real. The fear of everything changing was also very real. The harsh reminder of the possibility fed into their worst nightmare. Yet somehow, the pain fortified them, reinforcing their commitment to each other.

After exiting the train station, Jeongguk drove them a short distance towards the Nikka Whisky Distillery Museum. Jeongguk suddenly made a request that threw Jimin for a surprise.

“The snow is so beautiful, Jiminie. Can we walk the rest of the way?”

“But it’s really cold.”

“But it’s really beautiful.”

Jimin looked at his young boyfriend. Saying no to his beautiful owl eyes was not an option. They parked several blocks from the Distillery and then set out on foot. He grabbed Jeongguk by the arm and together they headed into the snowy blast, “Sure, let’s go.”

After a freezing walk, filled with laughter, intimate conversation and snow fights, they finally arrived at the whisky distillery.  There was a crowd mulling outside but none of them seemed interested in going inside.

 Jimin rushed in quickly, anxious to escape the cold. Jeongguk lingered just a few moments later to take in the beauty of the landscape. Snow had a special place in their hearts and he wanted the memory to be solidly etched in his brain. They both shook the handfuls of snow from their clothes as the comforting heat warmed them. 

The smell of aged barrel wood and chestnut hit their noses immediately. It was a warm, cozy smell, much like the taste of whisky itself; in complete opposition to the icy tundra of the snow covered street from which they came. They happily scooted inside, anxious to sip the first taste of the fine liquor. They made their way over to the tasting room. There was a pot still and a tasting bar. The menu was full of decadent whiskies, some of which were decades old.  Jimin was the first to mull it over. 

“Good whisky will have depth to its smell with hints of different flavors. You can always tell the best whisky by smelling it first.”

Jimin selected their first two samples and Jeongguk ordered them. Jeongguk promptly introduced himself to his glass of whisky which caused Jimin to double over with laughter. Once again, they only had eyes for each other. Neither of them noticed that the place was completely empty with the two of them being the only visitors. On a day with so many people in the area, it was rare for the distillery to be empty. 

The two role-played, growing louder and more brash with each cup of whisky they drank. By glass number five, they were both nicely lit and having a great time.

Jeongguk slurred, “Reminds me of those jazz clubs where someone across the room buys you a drink.”

“Like this?” Jimin walked to the other end of the counter and then approached Jeongguk with a drink in his hand. 

“You’re kind of hot. Come here often?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Yes. This is for you, it’s already been paid for. Now get in my bed and let’s fuck,” Jimin giggled and fell over the bar.

“I don’t care if you’re a serial killer, you’re so fucking hot that I’m absolutely leaving with you. You look like a greedy power bottom. Let’s do this shit,” Jeongguk flirted back.

“You sure I’m the one?”

“You’re the only one,” Jeongguk reiterated.

Jeongguk’s words triggered a thought in Jimin’s head. Jeongguk was right, he was the only one. In fact, there was no one else in the building at all. As far as Jimin could see, it was just the employees who worked there. No other patrons at all. Once again it struck him as odd. Why were there no other people? It felt as if everything were purposely being set up to feel isolated, even romantic.

“Are we here alone?”

“I - I don’t know.” Jeongguk was tipsy. “I see two of you, does that count?”

Jimin fell against Jeongguk’s arm laughing. “Well I see three of you, so hell yeah, it counts.”

Jimin was too drunk to belabor the point, but he stored it away as another curious encounter where everyone seemed to disappear around them. 

***

It was time to move on to their next hotel. They had a three hour drive to Keio Plaza where they planned to stay. It was their last few days of vacation before returning home and reporting to training camp. 

Even though there were scores of people around, their car ride was restricted to just Sejin and the two of them. They used dashboard cameras to capture their conversations and quirky interactions. They tried to keep conversations interesting since they were filming, but they found that the show was most entertaining when the two decided to just be themselves. 

Jeongguk insisted that they stop for treats at the local 7-11 during their three-hour long car ride to the resort. Jimin was never a big eater, food was more for sustenance than enjoyment. However, being in love with a foodie meant that he was required to develop an appreciation for the fine details of culinary cuisine. Not only did his boyfriend love to eat, but he also loved to cook, contributing to the two inches that Jimin had grown in waistline. 

The only thing that Jeongguk enjoyed more than eating, was watching Jimin eat. So making stops in the middle of a snow storm in Sapporo Japan to fetch sausages and triangle Gimbap was part of their brand. Jimin especially loved the ones with tuna inside. From across the store, Jimin could hear Jeongguk yelp each time he found a new snack. After forty-five ridiculous minutes, Jimin finally had to pull him to the register to check out, otherwise he would have spent the rest of the evening filling his cart with snacks.

As they pulled away from the convenience stores, Jimin repeatedly played Hate You through the car speakers.

“The other day this song made you burst into tears. Now today you can’t stop playing it?”

“I love this song. I always have. I was just having a weak moment. But today, it feels empowering. You really made me appreciate how lucky we are to have each other,” Jimin glanced at the camera. It was recording. The conversation was somewhat private and he needed it to be edited out. So he said the words, “Edit out the previous conversation.” It was a definitive way to make sure the editors knew that something had slipped that shouldn’t be aired. 

 

They arrived at the resort later that evening. The scenery was straight from a postcard. The bedrooms were tight and cozy, but there was a hot and cold bath large enough for two. Once again, there was nothing friendly about the set up. And once again, the room was covered in roses, with bathing oils, champagne and heart shaped chocolates. Another box of sex lube was on the bed, and this one even had condoms inside. Jimin almost choked when he opened it.

Jeongguk, with a piece of sausage in his mouth, walked up behind him and fiddled with the gold foil wrapped condoms. “They clearly don’t know us. We like it deep and raw,” he teased.

Jimin’s eyes widened. He pressed his palm to Jeongguk’s mouth and shushed him while laughing hysterically. “Oh my God did you really just say that?”

“It’s true,” Jeongguk shrugged as he ate the last piece of his sausage. 

“Please edit out that previous conversation. Please,” Jimin closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Jeongguk’s chest. He continued to laugh. 

The mystery of the strange honeymoon suites was beginning to deepen. Most of the activities had been arranged by Jeongguk. But the details of the accommodations had been put together by staff. Everyone was under strict orders to keep all set ups roommate style which meant individual beds for both. Yet for the second consecutive night, they had been given a large single bed. Jimin was curious about who kept making the mistake. Nothing was a coincidence. 

“This place is so fucking exquisite. Right when we’re supposed to be entering our platonic era, they send us to the most intimate place in Japan. I can already feel my heart racing,” Jimin said as he placed his hand over his chest. “Help me separate the beds please. We can’t have yet another night where we’re filmed sleeping in the same bed.”

“Yea, I’ll pull this one if you grab that one.” The two pulled the single large bed into two separate singles and placed a nightstand between them, just as they had done the previous night. “It’s nice here. I feel like I could stay here forever. We’re going to make beautiful memories here Jiminie.. I don’t care if they’re romantic, platonic, band mates or whatever. What matters is that we’re together. Remember, you were my best friend before you were ever my lover.”

***

They both settled with Jimin opting to take a nap and Jeongguk opting to do something with his overgrown hair. As Jimin dozed off, Jeongguk headed for the bathroom with a pair of scissors. His bangs were too long and they were bothering him. He could have asked Jimin for help. He could have even found a stylist nearby. But nope, he decided to cut them himself…

Jimin awakened a couple of hours later. Jeongguk was sitting at the other end of the couch, sucking on a lollipop and texting on his phone. Jimin squinted. At first, he thought his eyes were just tired. He sat straight up and crawled over to Jeongguk. 

He was calm, non judgemental, “So uh…what happened here?”

“Happened? Oh this?” Jeongguk ran his fingers through his shortened hair, “I cut my bangs. They were getting on my nerves.”

“Ok. Ok…so now what?”

“Yea, so I cut them a little too short…shit happens.”

Jimin rubbed his forehead, “Jeon Jeongguk, you’re filming a video with one of my Idols in less than a week. You can’t arrive at the video shoot looking like Edna Mode from The Incredibles. We-we have to fix it.”

“I have a full make-up session and styling scheduled for the day I land in L.A. The stylist noonas will fix it. You worry too much.”

“I have another problem.”

“And what is that,” Jeongguk’s dimples indented his face as he laughed at Jimin’s distress.

“You look fifteen.”

“So? You like younger men,” Jeongguk teased.

“Not that young! I can’t fuck you when you look like you’re straight out of the Danger video. All we need is some thick eyeliner and little hairspray and you’re that kid!” Jimin said with angst. 

Jeongguk lowered his voice to its deepest register, “Nothing about my body is fifteen.”  Jeongguk slowly removed his shirt and stood partially nude in front of Jimin.

He continued, “And my dick isn’t fifteen either. It’s up to you to decide if you’re going to allow a silly haircut to come between you and the best full body fuck of your life.”

“Well when you put it that way…,” Jimin rolled over laughing.  And then he remembered, “Ah shit, we can’t fuck anyway, remember? We’re on probation.”

“Yea, fuck Joonie for cock blocking. I haven’t cum in two days,” Jeongguk complained. 

“You’re so fucking insatiable. I think it makes me love you even more,” Jimin whispered just beyond the microphones. “Anyway, this little haircut fiasco is going to make for great television. Did you record your unfortunate adventure?”

“I did. My every mis-step was caught on camera.”

“You know you could have asked me for help,” Jimin began to laugh. “You look so cute. Like an adorable kid. You really have been attractive from day one. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you the first time we met.”

“You were a cute kid too.” Jeongguk looked around to decipher which cameras were on. All of them were pointed directly at them which meant no kisses. “Stop wasting time. Our bath awaits.”

The baths were meant to be enjoyed nude. Even with the cameras off, however, they were hesitant to remove all of their clothes. Management and staff were in various rooms throughout the house and even though they knew to stay away while the two were having private time. It was still too risky to go completely nude. 

They stole a few kisses, said a few naughty words and climbed into the hot bath together. They felt silly for wearing so many clothes, but it was a Disney show and any little peek of a nut-sack or pubic hair would get the entire show thrown off of the network. And with Jeongguk barely able to control his erections whenever he was near a partially clothed Jimin, it was best for them to wear as many clothes as possible. 

As they soaked, they became reflective once again. Another deeply personal conversation was spawned.

 “Would you marry me?”

“Gay men can’t marry each other in Korea my love,” Jimin laid his head back on the rim of the tub. Steam crawled up his face and disappeared in his damp blonde tresses. He kept his eyes closed as he swam his fingers through the hot water.

Jeongguk sat on the other side of the bath, staring at him, contemplating each of his tattoos, gazing at his small dimples, admiring the leanness of his physique. He loved the man deeply. He really, really loved him. He returned to his question that had not received a satisfactory answer, “Would you marry me - if you could?” Jeongguk repeated his question.

“Is this a proposal?” Jimin smiled, flashing the dimples that Jeongguk found so alluring.

“No Jimin. It’s a very serious question. And I would appreciate an answer. I humored you and answered all of your baby daddy questions. The least you could do is humor me…about this.”

Jimin opened his eyes and sat up. He recognized Jeongguk’s tone and it was serious and he definitely needed to give him an answer. “I would marry you in a heartbeat. He scooted over closer to Jeongguk so that he could place his arm around him as he explained why. “Joonie said something to me, the night of your party. He said…they never intervened and tried to break us up because they figured that our fling would run its course and end on its own. To his surprise, seven years later we’re more in love than ever. He surmised that what we have is true love. A very rare but genuine love. Joonie, in his own words, said we were destined. Assuming this is not a proposal, my answer is yes. But if you are proposing and if you truly want to spend the rest of your life with me, then the answer is…YES. I love you bro…but not like a bro.” Jimin giggled. 

“This isn’t a proposal. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Besides, I expect  you to propose to me. And I want it all. Fireworks, drones, a bridge lighting, flowers, fighter jet fly over, champagne, whiskey, strippers…all of it.”

Jimin laughed so hard that he slid down into the water, causing some of it to go up his nose. “That’s a bit much. Can you explain where the strippers come in?”

“They could spell out ‘will you marry me’ with their dicks or something…I don’t know.” Jeongguk shrugged.

Jimin laughed again. “You really are the most interesting man alive. Ok, not agreeing on the need for strippers. How about a quiet evening alone, just the two of us, in a small cafe in Busan. I’ll get down on one knee, take her hand in mine, stare into your beautiful eyes and ask the question, and beg you to give me your soul.”

“Oh!” Jeongguk’s bottom lip trembled. Just the thought of it had him fighting back tears, “That sounds beautiful,” His eyes rounded, causing him to look even younger with his bowl cut.  

“Something is different about you Jiminie. You seem…calmer, more content…happier than you were in Tokyo.”

“Well there’s snow everywhere. Of course I’m happy.” Jimin burst into laughter over his own joke. He settled down and spoke truthfully, “Because of you. I’m happy because of you.  We enlist in less than three weeks and I’m here, spending my last days of freedom with you. I could have been with my family or other friends or other members, but I chose you because you make me the happiest. I listened to everything you said. I was overthinking everything instead of just letting go and taking each day as it comes. If there’s anything that I’ve learned from you, it’s to not be overly serious about everything.”

“Your concerns are valid and I understand you feeling overwhelmed at times. But at the end of the day, we can only pray that these eighteen months away will not change who we are as BTS. We are a united seven, we’ve got the tattoos to prove it. And you and I are a united couple, we’ve got the tattoos to prove it. Everything else is up to God really,” Jeongguk explained.

“I’m happy because I’m enjoying the moment. Even though we can’t come out of the closet and admit our truth, we’ve been able to confide in the people we love. And they have all accepted us with open arms. I don’t know what the rest of the world has planned, but for right now, I’m happy with what we have.” Jimin flashed a brilliant smile. His happiness was genuine. It was not just an act that he was putting on to keep Jeongguk from worrying. 

There was a knock on the door. It was Sejin, he had urgent news. He hated to disturb their private time but it couldn’t be helped. He entered quickly. To his relief, they were both fully dressed and no fucking appeared to be taking place, “Guys I have to fly back to Korea. My mom had some kind of emergency and she’s in the hospital. The doctor says she’s fine, but I’ll feel better if I’m by her side. I’m leaving Sunjae in charge. Mr. Lee will still cover security and most of the camera producers are here. You’ll be fine without me.”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I hope she’s ok. Go. Take care of your mom,” Jeongguk ordered. 

Jimin agreed, “Yes, we’ll be fine. Family first, please. And call us with an update.”

“I will.” Sejin looked worried despite his calm demeanor. He gathered a few of the extra cameras that weren’t being used and placed them on the counter. He had one more request before leaving. “Would you mind turning the cameras back on? It’s been off for over an hour and we want to get some of this footage before you both end up wrinkled old prunes.” He smiled.

“Oh. Got it. Sorry, we completely forgot.”

The private conversation was over and neither of them minded going back on camera. They were content, and even managed to keep their hands off of each other - mostly.

***

“Who put us in matching pajamas?” Jimin yelled as soon as he saw Jeongguk walk into the bathroom.

“Don’t blame

me. I didn’t do it,” Jeongguk shrugged as he brushed his teeth.

Jimin was agitated, “I promised Joonie that we would tone it down. This is NOT toned down. Lube every fucking place, condoms stashed on the bed, and now fucking matching pajamas. What the hell is going on here?”

“Stop whining. I didn’t do it. These were the pajamas that were there when I went to get dressed. And you can be as angry as you want, but we look damn cute.”

“Koo Koo you don’t understand. This is so blatantly screaming ‘couple’,” Jimn said in quotes “Namjoon is going to kill me. And we can’t edit it out because this is what they gave us to wear.”

“Talk to Sunjae tomorrow. I’m sure he knows what’s going on. In the meantime, take a few pictures because we’re oh my god, we’re adorable.”

“Jeongguk something isn’t right. You planned most of this trip, how did we end up at a couples only resort with matching pajamas? And why was no one else at the whisky distillery? Why do we keep going to the most romantic locations for dinner? This feels weird. It’s just not right. Like a fucking honeymoon or something,” Jimin was visibly upset.

“Nope, not a honeymoon, you didn’t propose yet. And there were no drones so…,” Jeongguk continued brushing his teeth.

“Something strange is going on here. It’s like we’re being set up.”

“Relax. So what if it looks like a honeymoon? It isn’t. It’s just two friends having a nice vacation before military service. Calm down, please. You’ve been so freaked out that you’ve hidden most of the really exculpatory evidence. Everything is fine. This is all just a coincidence. It’s probably slow-season and they gave us the best room available which happened to come with a few extras.”

Jimin was once again thankful for Jeongguk’s level head. “Ok. Ok, you’re right. I’m overreacting again.”

“Good. Glad we got that settled. Let’s go to dinner. The resort says they have something special planned right down the hall and we can wear our pajamas.”

“Down the hall? And that’s another thing. Where is everybody? Everyplace we’ve gone so far has been a ghost town. Is this the government’s way of trying to protect us as fans? The entire city of Sapporo is fucking empty. It’s weird right?”

“It’s wonderful. I’m going to tell you one more time, stop overthinking. This is a very rare chance to be alone, just you and me. It’s everything we ever wanted. So stop trying to ruin it,” Jeongguk teased. “Now let’s go to dinner. Then afterwards we can sneak into the closet and I’ll suck your dick. There are no cameras there.” Jeongguk licked his lips and gave Jimin a wink.

The promise of fellatio caused Jimin to lose his train of thought. He no longer worried about how romantic their accommodations were. His mind instantly refocused on getting sucked off in a closet.

***

“Hey baby, wake up.” Jimin gently rubbed the top of Jeongguk’s hair. “Why are you out here?”

“It was too hot in the room,” Jeongguk rolled over groggily to find Jimin standing over him.

“Why didn’t you tell me, I would have turned down the heat.”

“I didn’t want to disturb you…,” Jeongguk yawned. He shifted uncomfortably as he sat up. “Cameras on?” He asked with one eye open.

“Yes,” Jimin whispered. He knew Jeongguk had a very specific problem; one that shouldn’t be shown on camera. But they had no choice but to keep them running. He leaned down and whispered a simple question, “Are you hard?”

“As always,” Jeongguk nodded.

Jimin decided it was best to clear the room. It was likely his touch and the way that he had awakened Jeongguk that resulted in the morning wood. The sexual tension between them exploded on screen, even in their friendliest moments. He headed for the showers, leaving Jeongguk alone. 

Jeongguk sat up. He kept the comforter over him for a few moments to allow his body time to settle down. Once he thought he was clear, he jumped up to go into the kitchen, but that was a mistake. The more he waddled around the room, the more apparent his erection became. There was no hiding it. He knew that he couldn’t slip past the cameras, so his only option was to sit and wait. He was irritated that such a vulnerable moment was caught on camera. He was more irritated by how long it took to finally go away. 

 

In his mind he blamed Jimin because his body became so unpredictable whenever his boyfriend was around. He blamed him for being too sexy, too beautiful, too sensual and always smelling like fresh citrus and lavender. All of it was Jimin’s fault. 

Typically when he had a woody, Jimin would care for him by climbing on top of him and doing freaky shit that would cause Jeongguk to nut all over the place. But this situation had to be navigated carefully because their every move was being recorded by the Disney cameras. If only their individual cameras were on, they could have just switched them off. But as it were, he was stuck.

Jeongguk sat patiently on the edge of the sofa, eating bread, begging for his erection to subside. He dreaded the onset of blue balls, something that happened more and more frequently when he didn’t have a chance to release. He suddenly heard Jimin screaming from the shower. The screams seemed desperate. Jeongguk’s first impulse was to jump up and go see what all of the noise was about. But then he remembered that he couldn’t, not without showing the world that his long cock was protruding through his pajama pants. Jimin continued to scream, it seemed staged, as if the intention was to get Jeongguk to run to him. The longer Jeongguk sat without replying, the more frantic Jimin’s screams became. 

“What the hell?” He whispered as he looked around. He couldn’t sit there anymore while Jimin was screaming at the top of his lungs. He pulled his shirt down to cover as much of himself as he could and he raced towards the bathroom where Jimin was showering.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Jeongguk closed the door behind them. There were never any cameras allowed in the bathroom unless the two of them carried them in themselves. He was free to talk to Jimin openly without worrying about it being filmed.

Jimin was naked; his pair of black and white pajamas strewn across the floor. And his cock was hard with a blush on deep pink, as if he had been masturbating himself. As soon as Jeongguk entered he pounced on him. “What took you so long?”

“Why were you screaming?”

“Because I needed you right away.”

“Need me? For what?”

“We have work to do. You know I can’t let you suffer.”

Jeongguk’s face broadened into an evil grin. He loved his freaky boyfriend, “The camera saw me come in here.”

“We’ll edit it out,” Jimin said, not realizing that the scene depicting Jeongguk disappearing into the bathroom would be completely overlooked by editors during the final airing.

 

One hard snap and Jeongguk’s pajama top was thrown into the sink. His pants were pushed to his ankles. Jimin, with his powerful, petite body, slammed Jeongguk to the ground. He crawled on top of him, and straddled his head before pushing his cock down into Jeongguk’s mouth, forcing him to suck it. He leaned forward and began bucking his hips, stridently fucking the younger’s mouth.

“Suck me,” he moaned quietly.

 While keeping his cock stuffed into Jeongguk’s mouth, he stretched his body over the top of his lover’s torso until they were in a tight 69 formation. He found his boyfriend’s elongated dick and grabbed it firmly with his right hand. With one greedy gulp Jimin gobbled it up, filling his mouth with aroused flesh.

The two bodies tightened and shivered along the bathroom floor. With Jimin on top, Jeongguk on the bottom, they curved around each other in the perfect 69, perfect yin and yang and perfect balance of sexual power. The room filled with the sounds of sloppy sucking, drooling, moaning and gurgling. They mutually sucked each other, subtly competing over who could do it the best.

At one end, Jimin bucked his hips, pushing his leaky cock down Jeongguk’s throat. Simultaneously at the other end, he clenched his jaws tighter, swallowed harder, and pushed deeper all in an effort to slide Jeongguk’s cock as far down his throat as his reflex would allow. His mouth salivated, causing even more spit to drip between Jeongguk’s thighs. 

Jimin’s moans were muffled, slurred as he worked hard to get his baby off. He wanted them to cum together, but Jeongguk was sucking him so good, he feared that he would cum first. With his head down, trapped over Jeongguk’s crotch,  Jimin could feel his orgasm surge. At his greatest moment of weakness, Jeongguk gently pressed a finger into his ass. Jimin screamed with pleasure. His body pulsed as if an electrical shock were surging through him. His puddle of cream gathered in the back of Jeongguk’s throat as his tip exploded with cum. 

The feeling of Jimin pulsating in his mouth pushed Jeongguk over the edge. He was hit like a bolt of lightning with overwhelming pleasure that he couldn’t contain. In the brief moment that Jimin opened his mouth to release a satisfied scream, Jeongguk erupted, shooting a stream of cum into Jimin’s face, all over his lips and chin. He grabbed his cock and pumped it in his first, squeezing every ounce of his seed through this pulsating tip.

“FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!” Even with the door closed and the water running, the echo of Jeongguk’s screams registered in the sensitive microphones.

There, on the bathroom floor of their isolated resort in Japan, they released all of the tension that had built up since the Sapporo trip began. The two found themselves staring at the ceiling, collapsing in each other’s arms and laughing at their inability to keep their hands off of each other.  

“Well,” Jeongguk breathed, “at least we kept our promise not to fuck…,”

Jimin rolled over, full of laughter. He rested his head on Jeongguk’s chest as they continued to lay, hesitant to make a single move.

They lived in two different worlds; the world outside of the bathroom door where they shared every moment with millions of fans and where they pretended to have nothing more than a casual friendship between them. Versus the world on the inside where they were in love, physically enraptured and boyfriends. More and more they found that life on the inside made them ridiculously happy.  

***

The following morning, Jimin smiled as the two of them dressed together in the mirror. They took time working through their beauty routines and brushing their hair, “I’m taking you snowboarding. That’s the activity of the day. We even have gear.”

“Snowboarding! Oh Koo Koo, that is so exciting. It’ll be fun. You really took great care with planning this trip didn’t you?”

“I did, except…,”

“...except what?”

“I keep thinking about what you said about how romantic these locations are. Very different from Jeju and Connecticut. Did you have a chance to talk to the staff about why we’re suddenly booked to stay at these places?”

“No. I took your advice and decided to just enjoy it.”

“I’m driving us into the mountains where the ski resort is located. I like the idea of us having more time alone.”

Jimin stared into the mirror. He watched Jeongguk pull his hair back with his headband. He smiled each time the younger inadvertently flashed his dimples. He loved him very much at that moment. “You feel like my husband.”

“Nope. You didn’t propose yet. I’m looking for champagne and fireworks so…,” Jeongguk teased.

“You and the fireworks.”

“It better be a big fucking deal,” Jeongguk leaned in to apply sunscreen to his face. “And if you don’t do it right, I will absolutely say no. After all these years together, I deserve the very best your money can buy.”

Jimin stood next to him, admiring him, contemplating a day when he would actually ask him - to marry him.

***

 

They arrived at the Kokusai Ski Resort two hours later. The day was cool and brisk, about fifteen degrees lower than the temperature at the sea-level geography of Sapporo. Cameras continued to run, but they muted the sound so their conversation wouldn’t be recorded. They always appreciated when only the handheld cameras were used because those cameras were under their control and could be cut at any time. 

They were quickly fitted for gear and then sent on their way to the ski lift where they were carried to the top of the mountain. The two of them laughed and joked, while secretly holding hands just beneath the view of the single camera they operated. 

“Did you plan the black and white ski gear?” Jimin asked with a giggle.

“Of course I did. We’re never going to beat those black and white allegations if I have anything to do with it,” Jeongguk laughed. 

“I love it. We look like a married couple.”

“That’s the second or third time you’ve said that today. What’s with the husband-fever?”

“I think about it alot. I think about traveling together as husbands and performing on stage as husbands. All of it makes me so happy.”

“Proposal first bro…,”

“Fireworks, drones and strippers - I got it. I got it,” Jimin laughed. 

“This may be the most amazing trip I’ve ever had in my life. Thank you for insisting that we do this. We needed it, Jiminie. We needed this time.”

“This trip feels so different from Jeju. It feels like we’re filming a completely different show.” Jimin smiled.

 

They were surrounded by snow-covered mountains. The large evergreen trees rose to the sky, sprinkled with perfect bundles of snow. Even the ground was a stale white, so bright that it burned their eyes. The scene looked like a fictional postcard, but it was real. The sky was grey with distant blue and orange streaks as the sun settled far away like a small bright orb. 

As they flew over the top of the mountain in the ski lift, Jimin noticed something peculiar. 

“Jeonggukie?”

“Yea?”

“There aren’t any cars in the parking lot. In fact, now that I think about it, there was no one in the ski shop where we were fitted for our snowboards either. This is their peak season, right before the holidays. The place should be packed.”

Jeongguk gave Jimin’s observation some thought, “Let’s see, our staff is here. The ski resort staff and a few janitors. You’re right. There are no other customers. Where the hell is everyone?” Jeongguk scoured the ground beneath them. The entire place was empty, as if it were abandoned. All of the ski lifts in front of them and behind them were empty. “This is so strange.”

As soon as they touched down, they immediately questioned the camera crew about it. They found Jae Syung, a long time cameraman who had been with BTS since the beginning. “Hey Jae, where is everybody?” Jimin asked. 

“The resort is closed,” Jae said as he hoisted his heavy camera over his shoulder and aimed it towards the two of them. He was wearing skis and a camera harness, with the intention of skiing down the mountain behind the two of them to capture the footage. 

“Closed? What do you mean closed? I’ve seen videos of this place during this time of year, it’s usually packed. And if it’s closed, then why are we here?” Jeongguk looked around again. “This is this resort’s busiest time of the year, I know that for a fact. We had to buy the tickets months in advance to get in here.”

“I guess they wanted you to have some privacy? You are Jimin and Jeongguk of BTS. It’s probably the best way to keep you safe,” Jae gave them all of the information he had.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Jimin scratched his head. “Did they close just for us? They’re missing out on so much business.”

Jae shrugged and shook his head, “You’ll have to ask Sejin. I don’t know the details. But it’s safer this way. Just enjoy it.”

Jeongguk dropped his helmet over his head. “Fuck it, let’s go. The snow is beautiful!"

With their snowboards strapped to their feet, they jumped a few inches forward. Jeongguk pulled Jimin into a thick slush of snow and positioned himself next to him. They both pushed off simultaneously only to both immediately tumble to the ground in a bumpy fall. 

Without the danger of other snowboarders on the slopes, they were free to experiment a little even if it resulted in painful falls. A crew of seven cameramen floated around them on skis, filming their movements and trailing them on jet skis. Several times they had to be rescued and carried back to the top of the hill. By the time they were done, they could barely move. Their muscles burned from the plentiful tumbles down the snow covered mountain.

They weren’t great snowboarders, but none of that mattered. It was the happiness, the seclusion, the peace and the love that mattered the most. 

***

After another opulent late night dinner, it was finally time for the two boyfriends to settle into their last resort for the evening. This one was the most luxurious yet. It was a complete multi-story home with lavash furniture and amenities. Situated in a small remote village just minutes away from the ski slopes, it was truly a couple’s dream escape. The biggest flex was the fully stocked designer kitchen and the hot jacuzzi on the rear balcony.  

This time it was Jeongguk who called attention to the over indulgent nature of their accommodations. He pulled Jimin into one of the spare bedrooms on the upper floor, one that didn’t have cameras. He unloaded his suspicions, “Yea, ok this is weird. A fucking jacuzzi? An isolated mansion in the middle of the mountain? This is not at all what was listed on the itinerary for the last day of filming. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be here, but this is not the same place that was reserved for our last day.”

“What do you mean? How do you know?” Jimin asked. 

“I mean I have no idea how this place got booked - or when. We were scheduled to stay at a hotel, about two hours back down the mountain. I remember because one of the site directors called and asked if I wanted to make reservations at a famous sushi place close to the hotel.  This is not the hotel he mentioned. In fact, this isn’t a hotel at all. This is a full house,” Jeongguk squinted his eyes. He was starting to agree with Jimin, something was off. Why was every single location they visited, especially niched for - lovers? 

Jimin nodded vehemently, “Now you understand what I’ve been saying. Koo Koo, ever since we landed in Japan, our entire trip has had a mysterious glow up with the distinct intention of making this appear much more romantic than we intended. I made a promise to Joonie. I promised that I would keep things low-key and downplay our interactions and to keep this as close to a bro-mance as possible. Even when the editors go back in, there is only so much they will be able to do because the settings are all extremely intimate. All of our efforts have been thwarted in a way that we have no control over. I feel like…,”

“...like we’re being set up. Matching pajamas, single beds when we requested two, romantic restaurants, whisky dates, empty ski slopes…,”

Jimin continued, “...lube in our bedroom, mysterious bottles of champagne - I had to hide most of it just to make sure that the cameras didn’t accidentally pick it up.” 

“Somebody is trying to make us look bad. It has to be someone who knows how concerned the members are about this show. It has to be someone trying to sabotage us and get us on the wrong side of Joonie and management,” Jeongguk finally put it all together. He understood completely what Jimin had been trying to warn him about. 

“I have no idea how this is going to look when we play it back. I’m worried, KooKooSan. Our chemistry alone is enough to give us away, but when you add in all of this extra stuff, it’s going to look like we intentionally went back on our word. Maybe Namjoon is right, maybe we should just - scrap the show. Keep the footage for our own personal memories. And just let Jeju be the last episode that we air.”

“But Jimin…we can’t. We did this for the fans. We owe them this, especially the Jikookers who have been through hell this year. Everything in our lives is a fucking secret. Can we…can we please just once…tell a small truth?”

Jimin gave it more thought. “We don’t have to make a decision right now. We have a couple of weeks to decide what we want to do.” Jimin dropped his head. He was truly frightened. How had something so beautiful been hijacked by someone who wanted to hurt them? And who was behind it?

“I think we need to talk to Sejin. This feels like an emergency. Someone on the inside if trying to fuck with us,” Jeongguk said angrily.

 “Already did. I tried texting him a few times but I didn’t get a reply. He had a family emergency. I don’t want to bother him, but honestly, he may be the only one who can give us answers. We need to know how this happened and how we can fix it before any of this hits the airwaves.”

“You’re right. I don’t even know who I can trust anymore.” Jeongguk held Jimin’s hand and clenched it tightly.

***

Both of them were achy and sore. The multiple falls in the snow left them barely able to move. The added stress of knowing that someone was fucking with their show, only made them more anxious. Soaking in the jacuzzi was exactly what they needed to unwind. 

Jeongguk could see the worry in Jimin’s eyes. It was exactly what Jimin didn’t need just weeks before their scheduled enlistment. It was bad enough that the best trip of their lives was coming to an end. But worrying about being sabotaged made the situation even worse. He had to do something to free Jimin’s mind and shift his mood. 

“Let’s go take a soak. The jacuzzi looks wonderful. Plus we need to unwind. I have a music video to film in a few days and so do you. This is our last day of vacation. It’s too late to change anything so we may as well make the best of it,” Jeongguk suggested.

Jeongguk’s simple suggestion was enough to make Jimin smile. He brushed his fingers through his hair and agreed. “You’re right. We need to enjoy ourselves as much as possible. I have to admit, this has been the best trip of my life. I’ve loved being with you.”

“Then it’s settled, get naked…or put on your swim trunks…whichever. Meet you down there?”

“Yea.”

***

Jimin was the first to arrive. Jeongguk found him sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi. 

“What’s going on? Why aren’t you in?”

“It’s too fucking hot. Seriously, whoever is trying to set us up, is also trying to flambé us and cook us for dinner. It’s like they want Jikook soup.” Jimin laughed at his own joke.

“And apparently they want our demise televised because there are more cameras mounted out here than there are in the kitchen. 

“We’re partially nude, sitting close and whispering amidst the hot rising steam. It’s where they’ll get the highest ratings. Everybody loves a little soft porn,” Jimin said as he dipped his toe into the water again. It burned so completely that his entire foot turned red. He grimaced and clenched his butt cheeks. “This is too hot for humans!” He screamed through his silly laughter. 

Jeongguk agreed. After a few minutes of discomfort, they finally decided to reduce the temperature of the water. The air around them on the snowy mountain was freezing but the water in their jacuzzi was boiling. They were trapped  in a comedic irony of extremes. 

Jeongguk’s eyes wandered over Jimin’s exposed body as he seated himself gently within the hot water. There was no need to pretend, he wanted him more than ever. Jimin’s body had undergone a metamorphosis over the months since the initial filming of Are You Sure. He was training hard, bulking up in order to survive the first few weeks of intense military basic training. He was running, lifting weights, and doing yoga. And all of it showed. Every single muscle was taut and lovely, shapely and firm. Jeongguk felt himself grow hard as his eyes carefully surveyed Jimin’s every move.

“Have I told you how good you look?”

“Actually…we’ve been together for almost five days and you haven’t mentioned it.” Jimin said with sass.

“You’ve been working hard - haven’t you? I mean I can see it…all of it,” Jeongguk lipped his lips. He inadvertently placed his hands over his nuts. The camera couldn’t see anything that was happening under the water, but that didn’t stop him from covering his ever growing erection.

“Thank you. I don’t want to be picked on when I arrive at training camp. I don’t want anyone to assume that I can’t hold my weight or can’t keep up. I want to look the part and be able to outperform all of them…even you.” Jimin winked.

“You can do anything you set your mind to. Mentally, you’re the strongest man I’ve ever met. When you decide to do something, it will get done. You’ve never failed. I’ve been with you for ten years, watching your every move. I know. More than anyone, I know what you’re capable of.”

“You’re so fucking maddening. I just want to eat you, literally eat you. You say the most beautiful things, the purest things. You have a heart like no other.”

“You’re a man like no other. I love you.”

“Cameras.”

“This should be edited out…,” Jeongguk said softly, eyes locked upon the love of his life.

“I…love you too.” Jimin wiped the water from his face and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Six months ago, you would have gotten angry with me for saying that so boldly. How quickly the night changes,” Jeongguk quipped.

“I was wrong six months ago. I never should have tried to control your feelings. This trip has made me love you even more if that’s possible. I see you differently. I understand you better. I’m just so blessed to have you.” Jimin could feel the sting of tears. Their carefree soak in the jacuzzi had suddenly grown emotional and that was not something he wanted. He didn’t want to ruin their evening by ending it with tears. 

“It’s ok to cry. You don’t have to always be in control of your emotions. There’s so much happening around us. I understand. Be vulnerable with me.”

Jimin smiled, even though his eyes were so filled with tears that he could hardly see. “I have something very important to tell you.”

“Ok, what is it?” 

“I have something to add to your list of demands for when I propose.”

Jeongguk broke into laughter, “Demands? Call it what you want but you better get it right,” he teased again.

“You need a parade,” Jimin said seriously.

“A parade?”

“Hear me out. A marching band playing Smeraldo Garden Marching Band, and some baton twirlers. Maybe some male cheerleaders.”

“Can the cheerleaders also be strippers?”

“It’s your proposal. You can have whatever you want.” Jimin laughed hysterically. His tears suddenly dissipated amongst the billowy clouds of steam. He loved the idea of a full blown party on the day that he asked Jeongguk to marry him. 

“My turn. While we’re on the topic of marriage, I have a very serious question for you.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“We’ve talked about this before. I’m bringing it up again because I received a very important text this morning. It’s about my new house.”

“Yea, what about it?” Jimin asked.

“It’s done. Ready to move in. They have a few more repairs to do outside in the garage area, but the rest of the home is ready.”

“Congratulations. It’s a big house. Gorgeous home that really fits your style. I’m proud of you.”

Jeongguk was tired of stalling. He needed to say it before he lost his nerve, “You’re right. It is a big house. Much bigger than anything Bam and I will ever need.”

“Then why did you buy it?”

“Because I never planned to live there alone.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jimin rested his leg on Jeongguk’s thigh. He watched him carefully, anxious to understand what he was trying to say.

“You don’t really like living in Nine-One. Your security has been breached several times. Your mail was stolen. You have people spying through your windows. My home has top of the line security and an armed bodyguard keeping post 24/7. Plus a watch dog who loves his two dads. Come live with me and your son Bammy.”

“Live with you?”

“Yes. Move in with me… as soon as enlistment is done. Move in with me.”

“Jeongguk, you know that I can’t do that. What will people say?”

“We’ll tell them to mind their own damn business. We’re going to be in military service for almost two years as buddies. We’ve been bandmates for ten years. We grew up together living in the dorms. No one should be surprised by us living together for comfort. We’re going to be on the road traveling most of the time. We’ll rarely be there. But when we are there, we’ll have each other. People will hardly notice. The house is huge, you said it yourself. You’ll have privacy when you want it and a warm dick when you need it. Don’t say yes…or no. Just put it in the back of your mind and give it thought. One and a half years from now, I’ll ask you for an answer.”

“Oh Koo Koo. I - I…,” Jimin quieted himself. In his heart, his answer was already yes. In his mind, he needed to give it more thought. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to go full glass closet with his boyfriend. “Thank you for the offer. And thank you for giving me time to think about it. My heart wants me to say yes, but I won’t. I will only say…ask me again in eighteen months.”

Jimin swam closer. He could see the lump in Jeongguk’s swimming trunks clearly through the warm water. He looked at him, wondering how they were going to make it through enlistment without plentiful bouts of sex. It seemed like the more often they fucked, the more often they wanted to fuck. It was especially hard for Jeongguk who had so much of his sexual identity tied into his relationship with Jimin. His randomly sprouting erections was just one issue they needed to resolve. 

Jeongguk looked down into the water. His thick cock was hard and unwieldy. He whined, “Do you see what you did to me?”

“Why is it always my fault?” Jimin snickered.

“Because you’re the only one who has this power. You’re the only one who I find - stunning. Breathtaking. Heart stopping. Cock crippling.”

“Cock crippling?” Jimin splashed around the jacuzzi, tickled with laughter. 

“You’re sublime. Ethereal, like an Angel on earth. You make me want you from the depths of my soul, body, mind and spirit. You’re irresistible to me.”

“There you go saying those things again,” Jimin wanted to kiss him, but the mounted cameras were running. Instead he moved his hand quickly under the water, deep under the currents where the cameras 

couldn’t see. He crawled his fingers over Jeongguk’s crotch and fished for his cock inside of his swim trunks. Fisting it firmly, he delivered slow subtle strokes down his shaft. Above the water the two of them appeared to just be sitting closely bundled. But below the surface, a whole porn film was playing out. Jimin looked over his shoulder, peering occasionally at the camera as he stroked his boyfriend, masturbating him in plain view

“God that feels so good. Why does your touch still drive me wild after all of these years?”

“What do we have here? Looks like you’re fighting back a few cummies?” Jimin mocked him as he stroked him more and more forcefully. He could feel Jeongguk begin to tremble, sending small waves rippling through the water around him. 

“Edit this…please edit this,” Jeongguk closed his eyes as he made a lip quivering plea. 

“Ohhh you feel so good. It’s our last night. Are you going to make love to me? To celebrate our beautiful trip?”

“I’ll do anything you fucking want.” Jeongguk could feel his orgasm begin to rise. “I-I-I can’t cum on camera. I can’t…,” he shivered as small droplets of precum floated to the surface of the steaming water. 

“Yes you can. I give you permission. We already told them to edit this part out,” Jimin smiled as he stared directly into his eyes. His fingers stroked his lover’s tip, tickling the overly sensitive flesh. “Don’t deny yourself. Cum in my hand. Then take me to the bed and fuck me in front of the camera. Spank my ass until it turns red. Lick my hole and blow in my mouth. Scream about how much you love me so that everyone in the village can hear you.”

“Fuck!” Jeongguk tilted his head back. He writhed on Jimin’s fingers, no longer able to stitch together cogent thoughts. The pressure from Jimin’s hand, the forcefulness in his touch, the sparkling of his eyes and the beauty of his seductive smile, all of it coalesced to send heated pools of pleasure surging through Jeongguk’s body. “Not in front of the camera, not in front of the camera, please no…FUCK!” He was suspended in stomach twisting pleasure; throat dilating with deep gasps for air. His body clenched, seizing into one stiff convulsion. His dick throbbed in Jimin’s hand, pulsating like an artery. 

Swirls of opaque fluid burst from the tip of his cock and floated to the surface of the water as his body released his seed. A few seconds passed.

Once Jeongguk opened his eyes, Jimin released him. They glared at each other, holding back smiles, fighting their urge to kiss. Jimin used his finger to trace through the strings of cum that floated on the water’s surface. “Have I told you that I love you?” He asked lovingly.

 Jeongguk found his breath, “Many, many times.” 

***

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