I’m really inspired to write about jimin and jungkook these days, so maybe i’ll post more fics with them🩷🤭💐 hope you’ll like this lovelies, enjoy!!!
The morning sun filtered through the massive glass windows of their rented wooden chalet. Inside, the cabin was warm, smelling faintly of pine and the hot chocolate they had made the night before.
Jimin was tucked on the plush living room couch, He was supposed to be angry. Jungkook had promised they would sleep in, but the younger had instead woken up early, full of travel energy, and had loud-stumbled around the kitchen trying to make coffee.
Jimin crossed his arms tightly over his chest, burying his chin into the collar of his sweater. He threw his absolute best, most intimidating glare at Jungkook, who was standing by the edge of the sofa.
"I am ignoring you today, Jeon Jungkook," Jimin huffed, turning his face away and forcing a stubborn pout onto his lips. "Go hike the Matterhorn by yourself."
Jungkook didn't look intimidated at all. In fact, his eyes crinkled into his signature bunny smile as he stared down at the older boy. Jimin’s fake angry face was just entirely too cute to resist.
"Oh, really? Hyung is ignoring me?" Jungkook teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Before Jimin could even register the shift in the air, Jungkook lunged forward. In one swift, practiced movement, he slid onto the couch, dropping his frame across Jimin's legs.
"Yah! Get off!" Jimin squeaked, but he had absolutely no leverage. He was completely trapped under Jungkook's weight, his thighs pinned firmly against the cushions. With a grin, Jungkook didn't hesitate. He hooked his hands around Jimin’s ankles. Jimin was completely barefoot, his skin warm and ticklish.
"Jungkook-ah, don't you dare-" Jungkook’s fingers descended, his fingertips digging straight into the sensitive, tender arches of Jimin's bare feet. The reaction was instant. Jimin’s entire body went completely rigid as a jolt of pure electricity seemed to shoot up his spine. His eyes squeezed shut, and his tough, angry facade shattered in a fraction of a second.
"A-Ahahahha! No! Jungkook, stohahahahaap!" Jimin cried out, his voice instantly pitching up into a flurry of breathless squeaks. He immediately tried to curl inward, trying desperately to pull his feet back into the safety of his chest, but Jungkook’s grip on his ankles was like iron.
Jimin tossed his head back into the couch cushions, his hair going in all directions as rapid, melodic giggles spilled uncontrollably from his lips. He blindly reached his hands forward, palms pressing against Jungkook’s broad shoulders, trying to push him away-but trapped flat on his back, he had zero leverage.
Jungkook only smirked, his fingers shifting from light, teasing scribbles on the heels to a firm, rhythmic scratching right in the center of Jimin's highly ticklish soles. "Who's ignoring who now?" Jungkook laughed, enjoying the sheer chaos he was causing. Jimin was a complete, beautiful mess.
He was a chaotic flurry of wiggling toes, his back arching off the sofa as he tried to twist away from the agonizingly sweet sensation. He was kicking his legs in a completely useless attempt to break free, his face turning a bright, rosy pink. The airy, helpless laughter filled the quiet Swiss cabin, utterly erasing any trace of the morning's grumpiness until Jimin was completely at Jungkook's mercy.
"Okay! Okhahahaahay, I give up! I'm not maaad!" Jimin gasped out, tears of laughter welling in the corners of his squeezed-shut eyes. Hearing the confession, Jungkook finally let go of the squirming feet. Jimin let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief, limp against the cushions, thinking the ordeal was finally over. He was entirely wrong.
Before Jimin could even attempt to slide out from underneath him, Jungkook crawled further up the couch, straddling Jimin’s hips and effectively pinning him down. "Good. But you still need to be punished for trying to ignore me," Jungkook whispered playfully.
"Wait, Jungk—AAAHAHAHAA!"
Jimin’s voice broke into a high-pitched shriek as Jungkook’s hands suddenly dove under the hem of his sweater, attacking his bare waist. Jungkook’s fingers walked nimbly up his soft flanks, digging right into the deep hollows of his hip before migrating up to his ribs.
If Jimin’s feet were a weak spot, his upper body was his absolute downfall. The touch against his bare skin made him twist and writhe wildly beneath Jungkook’s heavy frame. He threw his arms up, trying to shield his sides, but Jungkook easily caught his wrists with one hand, pinning them gently but securely above his head.
With his other hand completely free, Jungkook scribbled his fingertips right into the sensitive creases of Jimin's armpits and down the sides of his ribcage. "J-Jungkook-ah! Ahahahahahhahaha! Mercy! Pleeeeease, I can't-" Jimin screamed with laughter, his entire torso arching as he tried to escape the touch.
His face was flushed crimson, his chest heaving rapidly as sweet, breathless giggles poured out of him in endless waves. He was completely defenseless, wriggling hopelessly under the younger's grip, completely consumed by the warm, cozy chaos of the morning.
Jungkook finally relented, lifting his hands away from Jimin’s burning side and releasing his wrists. He didn’t move from his spot straddling Jimin's hips, though, keeping the older boy completely anchored beneath him.
Jimin collapsed back into the plush cushions like a puppet with its strings cut. His chest was heaving rapidly as he tried to claw back his breath, his throat sore from all the high-pitched squealing.
He let out a long, shaky, shuddering sigh, his eyes still squeezed shut as a few stray tears of pure laughter leaked down his flushed cheeks. Jungkook leaned down a bit closer, a proud, smug grin plastered across his face. He reached out and gently ran his fingers through Jimin’s soft hair, brushing the messy strands away from his sweaty forehead.
"Look at you," Jungkook teased softly, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling chuckle. "So tough a minute ago, telling me to go hike the Matterhorn alone. Now you're just a breathless little puddle on the couch."
Jimin let out a faint, whiny pout, his eyes cracking open to glare weakly at the younger boy. He tried to look annoyed, but with his cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson and his lips trembling with lingering, silent giggles, the effect was completely ruined.
"I hate you," Jimin wheezed out, his voice completely raw. He tried to turn his head away, but Jungkook’s hand stayed in his hair, gently cupping the back of his neck and tilting his face right back. "No, you don't," Jungkook murmured, his thumb softly wiping away a tear of laughter from the corner of Jimin's eye.
He kept petting his hair, his long fingers trailing soothingly through the strands in a stark contrast to the chaotic tickling from moments before. "You love me. And you’re definitely not ignoring me anymore."
Jimin sniffled, his body finally relaxing completely under Jungkook's comforting weight. He leaned his head back into the hand petting his hair, a soft, defeated smile breaking through his pout.
"Fine. I'm not ignoring you. Just... give me my hot chocolate." Jungkook chuckled, leaning down to press a quick, sweet kiss to Jimin's warm cheek before finally shifting off him. "Deal, hyung."
