requested by @jungkooksdust - jungkook apparently had a cold here. you can see him coughing throughout the song, and at the end his hyungs rushing to get him a bottle of water 🥹
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“I don’t think it will make me sneeze.”
Jimin can’t stop the exasperated expression that crosses his face. “It will.”
Taehyug shakes his head, persistent. “Really, I don’t think it–”
“Yes. It. Will.”
“Nuh-uh. Let me smell it.”
“Use your imagination,” Jimin huffs, leaning away from Taehyung’s reach. “You’ve smelled black pepper before. It smells the same as it always has.”
“You let me smell the garlic powder,” Taehyung whines.
“And what happened? Hmm?”
Taehyung sniffles at the memory. “...Almost sneezed,” he admits quietly. “But I didn’t sneeze.”
“Taehyungie, please. Pepper makes you sneeze and we don’t need you sneezing all over dinner. Back up a little bit.”
When Taehyung relents, pulling his arm back and taking a tiny step backward, Jimin takes the opportunity to liberally sprinkle pepper over the food on the stove, moving so quickly he’s done in just a couple of seconds.
And that’s exactly what Taehyung is planning on.
As soon as Jimin sets the pepper shaker back down on the counter, Taehyung hip checks him and takes his place in front of the pot, leaning down and inhaling deeply through his nose. Some of the pepper, floating in a hazy cloud in the air just above the food, gets sucked up into his nostrils.
“Tae, you brat!” Jimin yelps, grabbing Taehyung by the shoulders. “Now you’re gonna–”
The sneeze explodes out of Taehyung just after Jimin manages to spin him to face away from the food. Another sneeze is already building, if his frantic inhales are anything to go by.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Aish.”
Taehyung shoots him a pleading look, scrubbing at his nose, but Jimin just crosses his arms and watches and he pitches forward with a helpless fit of thunderous sneezes.
When he’s done, there are tears streaming down Taehyung’s cheeks, his nose bright red and his face flushed.
“Aigoo,” Jimin coos, almost forgetting he’s annoyed. “Bless you.”
Taehyung whimpers. “Smells spicy.”
This time, when Jimin rolls his eyes, he leaves them up looking towards the heavens. “He says pepper smells spicy, aishhh.”
“Spicy and peppery,” Taehyung sniffles pathetically.
“Go wipe your nose and wash your hands,” Jimin instructs, slapping Taehyung’s ass. “Now.”
“Snfff. ‘Kay.”
From down the hall, as Jimin picks up the spoon and stirs the food, another loud sneeze rings out– the start of round two of what is sure to be many, many pepper-induced sneezing fits, until Taehyung’s system clears itself out…
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Jungkook loves flirting with Namjoon.
What he loves most about flirting with Namjoon is how fucking easy it is to rile Namjoon up. All he has to do is bat his pretty eyelashes or do a few body rolls or show off his side profile or– fuck, Jungkook doesn’t even remember how long the list is now of things that get Namjoon’s attention on him. All he remembers is that if he looks cute or small, he’s getting pinned up against a wall after the concert ends.
Jungkook didn’t realize for a long time, when he first started working out, that he wanted big muscles because he wanted big muscles. He wasn’t envious of Namjoon– he was lusting after Namjoon’s big beefy biceps.
Namjoon is cute. Soo fucking cute. He’s got dimples and the best smile Jungkook has ever seen and hair that makes Jungkook want to bite something. But it’s his arms and his chest that really get Jungkook’s body making good use of the post-concert hormones and turning them straight into arousal.
Today, after they get off stage, Jungkook can tell Namjoon’s pretty tired. He himself is tired– and weirdly stuffed up, like he’s got the beginnings of a cold or something. He’s pretty sure it’s just allergies, but he’s been worried about it for a couple of hours now and he’s almost glad to see how slowly Namjoon is moving towards him. More like a protective stalk and less of a preying chase.
Still, Jungkook turns and silently leads them down a hallway. They came down here last night– literally, both of them, Namjoon down Jungkook’s throat and Jungkook in his damn underwear.
There’s a room at the end of the hallway. Jungkook opens the door, flips on the light, and steps inside. Namjoon closes the door behind them. He seems to be able to tell that Jungkook is moving a little slower, too, and does what he always does when it’s not a frantic make-out night or a horny free-for-all night; he opens his arms, inviting Jungkook into his big, muscular embrace.
Between Namjoon’s arms. Head resting against Namjoon’s chest. It’s Jungkook’s favorite place to be. He puts his hands on Namjoon’s pecs, brushes his thumbs over where Namjoon’s nipples are, but Namjoon’s shirt is thick and he doesn’t react much.
“I think I’m going to need to take allergy meds tonight,” Jungkook murmurs into the skin of Namjoon’s throat. “Feel kinda– kinda…”
Jungkook’s breath hitches.
Namjoon tenses.
For a moment, time seems to be frozen. Jungkook can’t think about a single thing, can’t do a thing– there’s only a tickle in his nose and absolutely nothing else. It’s holds him in suspension for entirely too long, teasing the edges of his blurring consciousness–
“hh-ESH’hoo!”
His first sneeze makes him lurch forward and with nowhere to actually go, he ends up pushing Namjoon back a step with the force of it. Namjoon wraps his arms around Jungkook, holding him tight as a second sneeze forces its way out right after.
“EHHSHTCH’shoo!”
There’s a third sneeze, hovering so close that Jungkook is already preparing for it, so when the feeling dissolves abruptly he whines loudly.
“Oh,” Namjoon says after a beat, his arms tightening their hold. “Bless you.”
The sneeze comes right back. It brings friends. They’re determined, and they are persistent, tickling through Jungkook’s sinuses
“hhh-EHHSH’shoo! hh’ESHtch! EHHSH’shoo!” Jungkook sniffs, lets his jaw fall back open, and hopes this last one will finally relieve the itch–
“hhh’HPTCHSH!”
The last sneeze does, in fact, relieve the maddening tickle, but it comes at a cost– a spraying release, right into Namjoon’s chest. Jungkok can feel it, messy and explosive. His eyes are watering, too, and there might be a little drool on his chin from when he’s been panting open-mouthed, waiting for the sneeze to come.
All of it gets rubbed onto Namjoon’s shirt, because Jungkook figures it’s already a lost cause and he’s going to be taking this shirt off of Namjoon in seconds from now anyway. He nuzzles into the fabric, wipes his nose and his eyes and his chin.
And then, he looks up, blinking to clear his vision so he can see the look on Namjoon’s face.
It’s…quite a look. Namjoon’s pupils are blown wide, but he’s not looking at Jungkook. He’s looking down, at his shirt. More specifically, at the damp spot there.
Jungkook giggles. It bursts out of his chest, swells in his throat. “Sorry, hyung,” he says– just words, not an actual apology. “Did I get your shirt wet?”
Namjoon is squeezing him so tightly now it’s almost hard to breathe. Jungkook wiggles an arm up to his face and rubs his nose. He’s still feeling stuffy, though maybe slightly less so now that he’s been able to release some of that pressure. He wiggles a little more, just until Namjoon loosens his grip, and reaches for the hem of his shirt.
“Let me take this off for you,” he says sweetly, still watching Namjoon’s face.
A huff of air comes out of Namjoon’s mouth, his lips pursing into something almost angry-looking. Jungkook strips his shirt off and cups Namjoon’s pecs in his hands.
“Fuck, hyung, you’re s-so– ohno– s-sorry,” Jungkook stutters, actually feeling slightly apologetic about what’s about to happen next–
“EHHSH’shoo!”
This sneeze is wetter than the last, and now there’s no shirt to catch the spray. Goosebumps erupt all over Namjoon’s skin. His nipples harden, stiffening up into beautiful little peaks. His skin, now glistening with Jungkook’s saliva, is almost beautiful if Jungkook doesn’t think about how that saliva just got there.
“Bless you.” Namjoon is looking up now, towards the ceiling. “Bless you, baby.”
“Hyuuung,” Jungkook whines, because he knows why Namjoon is looking up like that. “Stoppit.”
“Kook,” Namjoon replies, strained. “You said– you need to take your allergy meds. You need to get home, and–”
Fuck it. Jungkook leans forward and licks over Namjoon’s left nipple. Slightly salty, but he can look past it. Especially when Namjoon shudders at the touch– a violent, head-to-toe shiver that makes Jungkook have to lean forward to chase him, licking over his nipple again.
“Hyung. I promise I won’t sneeze on you again.”
Namjoon looks down sharply, his brows drawing together.
Jungkook sniffs. He lets his tongue peek out past his lips. He’s ready to lick Namjoon’s other nipple, but first, he has to make sure he’s picking up what Namjoon is putting down. “I promise…I will sneeze on you again?”
In two seconds flat, Jungkook’s back is shoved up against the wall behind him, and Namjoon’s mouth is on his. In his. Around his. Jungkook can’t wait to look in the mirror later and see how swollen his lips are.
Moving his hands to Namjoon’s bare waist, Jungkook tilts his head back a little and moans into the kiss.
And then immediately freezes, breath hitching sharply.
“H-hold on,” he pants, trying to pull away. “I have to sneeze again.”
The look in Namjoon’s eyes makes heat pool low in Jungkook’s belly, even as the need to sneeze takes over his remaining functions. Jungkook can feel himself being tugged forward, until the tip of his nose brushes against Namjoon’s collarbone. Namjoon murmurs something that sounds obscene, his hips rutting forward against Jungkook’s thigh.
Jimin coughing a bit during their Mexico City concert. Comments from LatAm army were saying maybe because of the altitude + dry heat
(as a warning since I know some people really hate it, he looks a little like he's going to throw up in the last clip, but he doesn't, it was just a cough!)
Y'all JK be dropping sneezes for us and I FUCKING MISSED THEM BOTH. tomorrow I have barricade. My eyes WILL NOT leave him. D1 AND D2 of Tampa?!? Oh please let there be day 3!!!!!!
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