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Hoseok x Jimin (ace!jimin, College AU)

Hoseok has been a perfect gentleman throughout the years of their relationship, not once disrespecting Jimin's boundaries. However, Jimin can't help but want to lend a helping hand...

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A.K.A Jimin is an asexual who wants to rock his boyfriend's world.

Genre: SOFT, mild nsfw (non-explicit), you have to squint really, really hard to see the hint of angst Words: 5,177

{ moodboard | original twt thread | ao3 }

A/N: This was my first time writing an asexual character, and while I’ve received some positive feedback, I still hope I did it justice enough for my fellow aces. ♥

Jimin is in his favorite place: Hoseok's lap, his arms wrapped around his lover's neck like gentle vines, and Jimin is the flower. Hoseok is always gentle with him, all sweet kisses and soft touches with no sexual intentions; he respects his boyfriend's permanent boundaries, never once suggesting or forcing. "I want to be with you, Jiminie, not in your pants," Hoseok had said when they finally confessed to each other. He had looked at his right hand, "Hello, old friend. We’ll be well-acquainted once more." He laughed carefree, genuine enough that Jimin believed him, loved him for that.

But that didn't stop Jimin from thinking about Hoseok's natural urges. The times his boyfriend's eyes darkened slightly when glancing over his body on days he looked "too sexy with that cute of a face." Even when Jimin would consider himself a mess, bare-faced and fresh out of the shower in nothing but his sweatshirt from middle school and Grinch pajama bottoms in the middle of summer, he still noticed. It never made him uncomfortable - Hoseok would never let it simmer. But it made Jimin felt oddly warm.

He eventually brought it up six months into their relationship, to which Hoseok replied, "Just as your asexuality is valid, I can't deny my own: Jiminsexual. Won't ever dick you down, but wow, you're absolutely gorgeous, and I love you so much." He had let Hoseok pepper his red cheeks with kisses after that, giggling with joy. How he ever came to deserve Jung Hoseok as his partner, Jimin doesn't think he'll understand. However, what he does know is that as he straddles his boyfriend amidst a usual sweet makeout session, he can feel it happening again. Hoseok's hands, which had been caressing his back, are now frozen on his waist as if to still his lover. He keeps kissing him, but Jimin can taste the worry, the hesitation.

In the entire two years that they'd been together, he can only count on one hand the number of times Hoseok had ended their makeout sessions due to an 'uninvited guest.' Hoseok was always apologetic, squishing Jimin's cheeks gently as he said the same thing each time: "I hold back the urges pretty well, but sometimes I feel myself reaching the edge, and I don't wanna push it." It always ended with Hoseok playfully scolding his crotch and Jimin booping his nose, laughing at his silly antics. Then they'd just return to their usual routines (adding a cold shower for Hoseok) and never bring it up again.

Hoseok never seems frustrated by the fact that Jimin will never sleep with him, and while it's highly appreciated, Jimin sometimes wonders if Hoseok can stay this way. If he can really abstain for him. He knows Hoseok would never one to cheat, to seek satisfaction elsewhere - that finally got through Jimin's head two months into their relationship, after a heated argument followed Jimin claiming that he'd be open to Hoseok having a sexual partner. They both knew it was a lie, and Hoseok was adamant to put that to rest. "You are the only one I want, Park Jimin. My heart is yours. My dick? He can go fuck himself."

Well, right now, Hoseok's dick was basically knocking, and Hoseok wanted to lock the door. Jimin quickly threads fingers into his hair, keeping him close. He could feel rather than hear the groan Hoseok was swallowing down, tightening his grip on his waist. "Jiminie... Jimin." He finally pulled away at his boyfriend's firm tone, feeling a little guilty. But even as he nibbled his lip, he kept his eyes on Hoseok's, watching the dark pools crash like waves as emotions fought and he gathered his bearings. The heart-shaped grin he adores is back, ready to spill the same sincere apology. It is halted when Jimin kisses him again, a little firmer. He can feel brows furrow and the warm hands stutter, but when Jimin curiously grinds his hips, he gasps at the strong grip on his hips, halting him immediately. Hoseok had turned his lips away, tilting back out of reach. He looks frustrated, but it's not directed at his crotch this time. "Jimin, what are you doing?"

"I-I just..." Hoseok's face softens at his lover's wide eyes, sighing solemnly as he cups his cheeks.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, baby." His tone is more gentle this time, and Jimin wonders why he doesn't like that.

He murmurs a response, "You caught me off-guard, 's all."

Hoseok breathes a laugh, glancing downwards, "That makes two of us, babe." His hands leave his hips to return to his waist, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. "Why'd you do that?" Jimin follows his gaze, noticing Hoseok's erection was still there. "Jiminie, you shouldn't worry about that."

"About what?"

Hoseok narrows his eyes playfully, "Don't play coy, now."

Jimin blushes, biting his lip in thought. Hoseok waits patiently, still drawing those invisible circles. Their argument comes to mind, back when he finally voiced his worries that he couldn't give Hoseok what he needed. "It's not a need, Jiminie. It's a want. All I need is you." Hoseok always seems to have the right words and meant every single one of them.

Jimin's mind flashes forward to their hopeful future, marrying the love of their life and foregoing the traditional honeymoon. Hoseok suggested he'd take them to Jeju, where they can vacation off the grid for a while and get used to calling each other 'husband.' Jimin fell more in love with him that day. That future is Jimin's want, but he can't deny the growing want to meet his partner in the middle. He'll never have sex with Hoseok, that's solid in his head as of right now. However, there's nothing wrong with... a helping hand, right?

After months' worth of Google searches, reading ace forums, and confiding in his best friend, Taehyung, Jimin has come to his own conclusion that: yes, he wants to please his partner. He genuinely wants to, and not for the sake of keeping him, but simply out of a desire to tend the fire instead of Hoseok extinguishing the flames entirely. Jimin knows he won't be burned, though. He wants to try this. Worst case scenario: he feels too weird and uncomfortable and knows Hoseok won't be mad. He'd drink a tea, Hoseok would take a shower, and it doesn't have to happen again. Best case scenario...

When he finally nods at his internal monologue and finds his words, he's noticed Hoseok's hands are at his cheeks now. He's greeted with that lovely smile again.

"Hey, baby." He pecks his lips, resting his forehead on his. "You okay?"

"I'm fine..." It comes out as a whisper, so Jimin clears his throat. Here goes...

"Are you hun—"

"I want to dry-hump you." That... didn't sound so bluntly odd in his head, but he's amused (and nervous) with the pure shock and confusion on his boyfriend's face. Jimin feels his cheeks burning - and something twitching.

"You..." He can see those brown pools darkening again, but as always, Hoseok stays afloat. With hands remaining on Jimin's cheeks, Hoseok presses a kiss to his nose, brows furrowed as he gathers his thoughts. "What brought this on, Jiminie?"

Jimin smiles shyly, brushing his fingers over the lines in Hoseok's forehead, coaxing him to relax. "You're so good to me, hyung. Amazing. You make me feel beautiful and cared for and loved. You're just... so respectful of my boundaries, but! But!" He gently shushes his lover, who purses his lips and lets him finish. "But I wanna meet you in the middle. Well, maybe not exactly, but a step towards your comfort zone, anyway."

"Jiminie..." He frowns, pondering his lover's words. "You never have to feel obligated to give me anything, and I mean anything, in return for simply loving you."

"I don't feel obligated. I will never go all the way with you, hyung. Not even second base." Hoseok isn't the least bit offended nor surprised by that statement. He's known this. But he's still confused.

"Then what do you feel?"

"Desire..." He quickly clarifies, knowing that isn’t the best word choice. "N-Not that kind, but... It's like..." He giggles, shaking his head as he searches for words. "Wow, my boyfriend is so fucking amazing, and I love him so much." Hoseok finally cracks a bashful smile, looking away as his cheeks glow pink. "And I will sometimes be in the moment with him and want nothing more than… to just..."

Hoseok braves a glance, whispering, "Just what?"

"Have him give in, so I can give in to my own curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Satisfaction brought it back."

"Shush, kitten." Hoseok finally hugs his waist against, sitting up straighter. "And what are you so curious about, love?"

"How it would feel to help sate your urge instead of hearing you throw a tantrum at the shower wall." He bites down a laugh when he boyfriend splutters, fully blushing now.

"I-I don't have tantrums! Brisk showers are just... very cold."

"Yeah, it doesn't sound fun."

"It doesn't matter." Jimin drops the teasing smile, frowning a little.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to push, but if you don't consent to the idea, then I'll drop it." He feels it. The pause in Hoseok's invisible circles. He sees the slight bob of his adam's apple, eyes closing for a moment.

He finally hears him murmur a quiet, "Of course I want it..."

Jimin responds just as soft, cautious of his reactions. "Why won't you let me give you what you want?"

"I don't want to push you."

Jimin leans into him, resting his forehead on his again. He watches those familiar waves fighting in Hoseok's eyes as he whispers, "Then don't... Don't push me away."

"You don't need to do this, Jiminie."

"I know. It's not a need, it's a want." Those waves are whirling again, and an odd part of Jimin is internally screaming, 'go under. drown in it. please give in.'

"Baby, I... You'll stop? If you feel-" His breath hitches when Jimin adjusts himself, not even meaning to brush against him. "I-If you feel uncomfortable?"

While Jimin bubbles in excitement at the openness in those words, he is fully aware that he's been quite persistent, so he makes sure to ask, "If you still want to drop this, we can. Your consent is just as important, baby." He can feel the warmth growing within the close proximity of their cheeks.

Hoseok gulps, slowly dropping hands from his waist to his hips. "As long as you lemme know when to stop, I'm completely consenting if you are..." His sure grip and sincere tone give Jimin confidence.

"I fully consent to the concept of making you cum your pants."

* * * * * * *

“...I fully consent to the concept of making you cum in your pants.”

The way those words shot straight to his dick, Hoseok forgets how to breathe for a second. It’s like he’s submerged, and his first instinct is to stay afloat. Hot waves of desire crash onto his feet, a warmth tingling up through his body, most of the heat and blood pooling to his ‘uninvited guest.’ He’s always kept that door locked, but Jimin wants to open it for once.

Hoseok knows he can’t change himself – he wants to act on those urges and ravish his lover. He knows that his sex drive is just as valid as Jimin’s lack thereof. All the things he knows about it came from Jimin, to whom he always listened with an open mind and lack of judgment. "I just don't find you, or anyone, sexy," would've hurt his ego, "but trust me..." He remembers the gorgeous flush adorning Jimin's cheeks. "My heart is fully capable of loving yours." That was all Hoseok wanted from him: to love and feel loved. He never asked more from Jimin, and he always made sure his actions and words spoke the same sentiment.

There’s still doubt and selfish guilt screaming in the back of his mind, but it's silenced by the more important rational thought left in the head on his shoulders: this is consensual. Jimin actually wants to do this. His boyfriend wants to rock his world and his hips against his– Fuck! Hoseok wants that so much.

“Hyung…” Jimin’s lips brush against his own as he speaks, and Hoseok can’t look away from them, plump and more pink than usual due to his boyfriend’s nervous habit of biting them. He wants to bite them. Would Jimin like that? Nevermind that he already knows for a fact that he does - Jimin lets him do so in playful kisses after being told, “You’re so cute, I could just eat you up.”

But this isn’t playful - Hoseok is frozen still, but his mind is going a million miles per minute, lewder the second, and he feels like he’s on fire. Maybe it’s the guilt raging against his hormones. Maybe it’s not knowing how to lead into this. Maybe it’s the fact that Jimin had resumed his earlier actions, gentle and light as if he isn’t sure of what he’s doing.

Finally snapping out of his head and really looking at the younger, he realizes that Jimin is nervous. And before he can ask, Jimin beats him to it, stating what Hoseok was already guessing. “I-I’ve never done this before, so… Can you guide me?”

Hoseok’s hands move before his mouth does, directing Jimin’s hips to grind against him stronger, “Like this, baby… Start off slow, just like that.” That part came out more breathy than he intended, trying to hold back a moan as he feels himself twitch, his body grateful for finally receiving some relief. Frankly, Hoseok’s never been more grateful for jogger sweatpants.

Jimin is following his directions well, finding a steady rhythm to fall into. Their breaths mingled together, with Jimin watching his face as Hoseok watches his hips. Hoseok is aware of his stare, but he can’t help himself - part of him feels like he’s dreaming, so he wants to take it all in. He wants this reality to replace any other Jiminsexual fantasy he’s had. His hands are sneaking up on his boyfriend’s sweater before he stops himself, glancing up at Jimin.

The younger, seemingly shy rather than nervous, pecks his lips gently before murmuring, “You can touch me if you want, hyung…” Oh, he wants to, but it's just dawned on him that he hasn’t been kissing Jimin and those soft, pretty pink lips of his. And as hot as he’s found them being so-close-but-not-quite, Hoseok wants to rectify that. Right now.

Hoseok, fortunately, has the wits not to crash their lips together, opting for a much more gentle approach. He faintly feels Jimin’s squeak against his lips before he feels small hands cupping his face. He lets Jimin takes the lead, not wanting to rush him. In fact, he finds himself enjoying it all more than he thought he would. Dry sex was never something he was particularly fond of. Back when he was sexually active years ago, before he met Jimin, it was simply a means to an end. It was brief, rushed foreplay to give his partner a taste of what was to come, what his hips were capable of doing, before impatience set in and clothes were eventually peeled off.

But this was different. This wasn’t an unvalued step before ‘real’ sex. This was a completely new experience. Jimin was going to remain in those adorable pajama bottoms, and he was going to make Hoseok ruin his. Years ago, he might’ve been embarrassed by the idea of cumming in his pants like a teenage boy - now, that’s no longer the case. Hoseok finds himself appreciating the slow build happening, taking the time to memorize how Jimin is making him feel. Jimin pouring his love into their kiss, he feels so content. As his curious hands finally slip under Jimin’s shirt, feeling the muscles contract under his fingertips, he feels excited. When Jimin takes the initiative to pick up the pace? Hoseok barely managed to swallow back a moan, only to find himself whimpering pathetically when Jimin parts away from him, hips stuttering.

“I-Is this okay?” It was very okay, but Hoseok wanted more...

More friction, more closeness, just... more, more, more-

“…Hyung?”

“Hold on, baby.”

* * * * * * *

That was the only warning Jimin was given before he was wrapped up in strong arms, crying out in surprise when Hoseok suddenly picked him up, pushing until Jimin's back met the mattress. Hoseok gives himself a breather, shifting lower and watching those cute, wide eyes stare up at him. Jimin was also catching the breath that was stolen from him, internally questioning the sudden shift. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel more vulnerable under Hoseok, a voice warning him that he should stop him, but he shoved that thought away. He knows that, even if Hoseok is clouded by his heated desire, he wouldn’t use it as an excuse to take advantage of him.

As if seeing the thoughts shift through his lover’s eyes, Hoseok offers a sheepish smile, pecking the corner of his lips, “Caught you off-guard?”

“You could say that.” Jimin realizes his hands have an iron grip on his shirt, quickly relaxing his hold and rubbing his back instead. “Did I…”

“You did nothing wrong, sweetheart.” Hoseok is trailing kisses along his face, going over his cheeks and eyebrows and eyelids as they flutter shut from the tenderness of his lips. He’s still caged in his arms, invisible circles tickling him a little. He feels the kisses turn into smiles, peeking his eyes open to see eyes watching him fondly. “You’re so cute, Jiminie.”

“Shush…” His mumble is clearly ignored when he feels a kiss to his ear before a whisper sends a shiver through his body.

“I don’t tell you enough how gorgeous you are, hm?” He sinks more into the mattress when Hoseok releases his hold, opting to return his hands under his shirt and lips down to his collarbones. It’s a pleasant sensation coaxing him back into relaxation. “So pretty, so so pretty…”

The words have heat flooding to his cheeks and a warm tingle through his body. He places a kiss to Hoseok's hair, running his fingers through the wavy locks. Jimin feels like the tables have turned, that he is the one being treated. The difference is Hoseok's touches lack sexual intentions, unlike what Jimin has been attempting on him. His body is being kissed and caressed so sensually like Hoseok isn't rushing to a destination – instead, he's appreciating each curve and mark and indent - everything in between. Jimin isn't completely sure how he feels about this, but he knows he likes it. Hoseok is making him feel... precious, special. Even more so when Jimin finally notices something: his body is aroused. He barely noticed it when he was grinding on his boyfriend, but he knows Hoseok surely must've felt it. And yet, hands refuse to go near it, not even a hint of acknowledgment. It doesn't surprise him, but his heart swells with appreciation.

That aspect of his (a)sexuality was probably the easiest to explain to Hoseok: the body's response to touch or visuals is not a reflection of whether or not the person wants it. Hoseok had blinked cutely, "Oh. Well, of course... Like getting groped by a weirdo at a party, ugh. Or popping a boner in chemistry 101 with that hag of a professor."

"Hyung, just 'cause she's old–"

"You mean ancient?"

"D-Doesn't make her a hag, haha."

"Fine. A witch, then. I swear she mixes potions in that lab of hers."

"I– Y'know, potions aren't– Ah, whatever. Go on, dear."

"How do you think she suddenly looks ten years younger?"

"Surgery. Or perhaps, a haircut?"

"...Nah, it's gotta be potions."

"Pfft, you're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."

And that was that. Jimin wasn't repulsed by it, it was his body's natural response after all. But he did find being stimulated to be annoying (and boring). However, Hoseok doesn't, and he can feel his boyfriend’s erection twitching against his thigh, excited as ever.

"Baby..." Jimin attempts to sound sexy, dropping his pitch some, a bit breathy in Hoseok's ear. "How do you want me?" Jimin knows Hoseok wouldn’t want him to pretend to be into it, but the bratty side of him wants to feed into whatever fantasy is playing out in Hoseok’s head right now. And from the groan he feels against his skin, it’s working. “Tell me, baby. Why’d you stop?” He hooks his free leg around Hoseok’s hips, gently pressing him closer.

Jimin feels his hips jerk against his thigh, and Hoseok lets another moan escape him, “W-Wanted to…” Hoseok actually changed positions to give Jimin a break, knowing it’s tiring doing the same movement over and over. (That, and he felt embarrassingly close and wanted to extend it just a little longer.) Jimin is extending a helping hand, so he doesn’t want to make him do more work than he should just to please him. Hoseok feels beyond pleased, even though Jimin really hasn’t done much. Heck, Jimin already does so much to him without even trying, so he shouldn’t be all that surprised. The way that Jimin touched him, kissed him so tenderly made him feel so taken care of. So special. Fuck, he suddenly felt so overwhelmed with love for this boy that he feared his heart (and his dick) would burst.

“What do you want, hm?” Jimin’s fingers are brushing his hair and dancing across his back, and it’s distracting him. Until a whisper sends a shiver down his spine, “Tell me, baby boy.” God, the mental images flooding his brain are gonna send him straight to hell. He settles on one, where he’s riding his boyfriend into the mattress, pretty moans and praises spewing from his lover’s lips.

“I-I want to... ride you.” He lets his hips jerk again, trying to find a steady rhythm, looking up for permission.

Jimin is biting back a giggle as he brings his hands to his burning cheeks, “Go ahead, you can.” He lets Jimin peck his lips with a whisper of, “Ride my thigh, baby boy.” His skin burns at Jimin picking up on how much he likes that pet name. Nonetheless, his hips obey, settling on a swift speed. When Jimin clenches the muscles, Hoseok buries his face in his neck, muffling his pathetic whines. But it seems Jimin wasn’t going to allow that because he’s immediately tugged back up, a teasing pout on Jimin's lips. “You don’t have to hold it back. I wanna hear you.” Hoseok shakily grabs one of his hands, pulling it away from his cheek so he can kiss the knuckles. Jimin seems to grow a little shy, squeezing his hand gently. “And I wanna see how cute you look when you cum...” Hoseok’s ego should feel somewhat emasculated, but he doesn’t really give a damn. He lets Jimin hear how good he’s making him feel, kissing him deeply with a groan, knowing it’s okay because of the lazy smile he feels underneath. Grabbing Jimin’s other hand, he laces their fingers together and presses both hands into the mattress as he grows weaker, closer to the edge. He eventually manages to separate their lips, wanting to give Jimin what he wanted, even though he feels shy by those cute eyes watching his explicit expressions. Whimpers escape as he tries to speak, but Jimin shushes him gently, pressing his lips against his nose, chin, wherever he can reach. “Keep going, baby. Are you close?”

“Y-Yeah…” His panting increase with his speed, chasing his orgasm. Jimin keeps clenching and unclenching underneath him, and the friction is fantastic.

“I said I wanted to make you cum in your pants,” and boy, he nearly did earlier. “So, do it. Cum for me.”

If Jimin said anything else, Hoseok couldn’t hear it. His moans and Jimin’s whispers blend together as he climaxes, struggling to stay upright. Jimin gently rolls them over and lets Hoseok settle into his side, taking one of his hands back to bring it over his boyfriend’s damp sweatpants, rubbing him through his orgasm. Jimin keeps his eyes on him, watching his lips part, eyebrows relax, and eyes flutter. Hoseok is still clutching his other hand, using his free arm to pull him in, craving the closeness. Jimin can't help but giggle at his cuteness.

He peppers Hoseok’s jaw with light kisses, waiting until he becomes oversensitive. A hand soon swats his back weakly, so he pulls his hand away and embraces Hoseok, playing with his hair as he catches his breath. Jimin hums softly, thinking about how easy this was to do. He didn’t get any gratification from it, as expected, not in way Hoseok did. But he did feel like they grew impossibly closer, in a sense - Hoseok unabashedly gave in to his desires, and Jimin opened himself up to that side of him. They were both vulnerable in their own ways, gaining pleasure in their own ways. He knows Hoseok enjoyed the little help he offered him, but Jimin didn’t know he would like it as much - pleasing his lover like that, after years of Hoseok abstaining from partnered sex. It felt more... sensual than it did purely sexual.

Early in the relationship, Taehyung had put Hoseok through his boyfriend test (it was both embarrassing and hilarious), and he might’ve threatened bodily harm if he ever tried to pressure Jimin into sex or seek it elsewhere while committed to him. (“It was not a threat; it was a warning out of love, Jimin-hyungie.” “Yeah, sure, TaeTae.”) Hoseok, though initially pissed that he’d think that of him, understood Taehyung’s protectiveness.

“Jimin is precious,” Taehyung had told him.

Hoseok agreed wholeheartedly. In fact, he said, “You know the saying... 'My body is a temple'? It is, and I plan to respect that. I don’t need to ‘trespass’ in order to worship the ground he walks on.” Taehyung was stone-faced, simply nodding in approval…

Until he was alone with Jimin later, tearing up, “I like him for you, hyung. He’s a keeper.”

“Mm…” Jimin looked back at the satisfied man in his arms, seeing closed eyes and a dopey smile.

He burst out laughing, “You alright, there?”

“Am a’ight.”

Jimin brushes a few stray hairs out of the way, kissing his eyelids, “You going to sleep on me?”

Hoseok peeks an eye open, “I thought I was already dreaming.” He pokes Jimin’s cheek lazily, “I still must be; there’s an angel in my bed.” He fakes a gasp when Jimin giggles, pinching his cheek gently, “There it is! The sound of heaven!”

“S-Stop it!~” Hoseok relents, chuckling and embracing him again, kissing his nose. “So…”

“So…”

“That happened.”

“Mhm. And was it okay for you?”

“Was it okay for you?”

“Oh, definitely, but I’m asking you.” Hoseok studies his face, biting his lip nervously.

“It was… very okay. Thank you.”

Hoseok scoffs, “Please, I should be thanking you… So, did it sate your curiosity?”

“Mhm~” A brow is raised when Jimin slowly smirks, “You are cute when you’re cumming… Baby boy.”

Hoseok stills, flushing with after hand embarrassment, “It’s hyung to you, brat.”

“But I’m your brat.” Hoseok’s red ears make his playful glare not at all threatening, so Jimin squishes his cheeks, cooing, “But you were so cute~ Thanks for letting me take care of you.” Hoseok shakes his head free, burying his hot face in his boyfriend’s neck. “Speaking of which, let’s get you out of these yucky clothes and into a nice bubble bath.”

“Will you join me?” Hoseok mumbles against his skin.

“And wash your back and shampoo your hair, yes.”

Jimin laughs when Hoseok rolls them around, groaning, “Aftercare, too? You are a dream.”

“Oh, shush.” He peels himself away, tugging at his hands. “This is reality, hyung.”

Hoseok stands up slowly, giving him his signature heart-shaped smile, “Lucky me.” Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, turning around only to be back-hugged. “Hey, Jiminie?”

“Yes~?”

“I love you.” Jimin tilts his head for a smooch, giggling on his lips when they begin to waddle to the bathroom.

“I love you, too.”

* * * * * * *

Just as before, they didn’t really talk about it. However, a strange tension they didn’t know existed seems to be dissipating - it’s as if they became more in tune since that night. It no longer feels one-sided; it’s a new balance they’re discovering together. Jimin still doubts he’ll ever go all the way; it’d be unfair to Hoseok, who’s made it clear he wants the other person to enjoy the act. For now, Jimin wouldn’t mind lending a hand every once and while - literally. Which was once again a pleasant surprise to Hoseok only a week later, during their morning shower. Hoseok never thought he’d be in a situation of shampooing someone’s hair while being serenaded and receiving a handjob, but it was a ‘very okay’ experience. In fact, he’s got that signature afterglow - his smile is somewhat brighter, and he seems more content than usual.

“My dudes,” Taehyung is sat across from them at their usual cafe table, making gag sounds every time they make heart eyes at each other. “I love you guys. I really do, but I also love not being a third wheel.”

“Do you want kissies, too, TaeTae?” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows, holding Jimin securely in his lap as he leaned across the table.

“Jung Hoseok, if you kiss me, I will-”

The couple roll their eyes, reciting in unison, “Cut off his/my baby maker with a rusty pair scissors, we know.”

Taehyung blinks, “…Y’all are too close.”

Jimin sticks his tongue at him, rising to stand, “No, your threats are just unoriginal.” Hoseok kisses his hand as he starts to walk away, going to put in their drink orders before they get kicked out for loitering (again).

He blushes when he overhears Taehyung whispering loudly, “Okay, what love potion did you drink this morning? I mean, you’re always a sun around Jimin, but you’re, like… glowing.”

“Nah, he’s my sun, TaeTae.” Nice save, Hoseokie. Cue another fake gag from Taehyung.

“No, seriously.”

“Okay… See, I know this witch--”

“Ugh!”Jimin stops listening when it’s his turn to order. After he lists off the drinks, he gives the cashier their names to write on each one. His lips twitch to smirk, but he smiles sweetly instead, “Can you write ‘Baby Boy’ on the last one, please.” The girl gives a questioning look but grabs the sharpie anyway.

She’s in the middle of writing it when she throws both the cup and pen in the air, startled by a familiar screech. Jimin spins around, watching Taehyung chase Hoseok out of the cafe, waving one of his Gucci slides in his hand, “COME BACK HERE, TRESPASSER!”

Oh, boy… “Uh, on second thought, I think I’ll take those drinks to go, ma’am.”

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