Title: Say Something Loving
Word Count: 15.8k
Pairing: Jikook
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Humor (?)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Best friends Jimin and Jungkook agree to become friends-with-benefits. But Jimin finds everything about it more complicated when his feelings and fears are involved.
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The first time Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook slept together was an accident; the longtime friends were drunk, frisky, and filled with energy. Neither of them recalled details—just blurs of torn off clothing and sucking the bitter taste of wine off each other’s lips. Jimin vaguely remembered moaning with abandon through the night, acute, mind-blowing pleasure the only thing bursting through the drunken haze. And laughter, too. He remembered both their joyous laughter, the most fun and happiness they had in quite a while.
But highs fell as they always did, and moments after they finished, Jimin’s crashed from the stars to his body again, his reality. Realization weighed him. Its instance jolted him to near soberness, startling his bedfellow.
“Hyung?”
Jimin swallowed, eyes on the ceiling as he processed the weight of what just happened.
Oops. It’s been close to a year since I uploaded the first chapter. Sorry about that.
Thanks to Jess (jikookielove) for beta-ing!
Title: Spinning Around My Head
Chapter 2/6: Infatuated
Word Count: 6.4k
Pairing: Jikook
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Hockey/Figure Skating AU
Rating: T
General Summary: Jungkook may be the star player of his hockey team, but he’s awkward as hell around this cute figure skater named Jimin.
They fit against each other like Jungkook imagined soulmates would—at least, in his delusional mindset. Jimin belonged here. His hands belonged on him, and his head belonged against his shoulder, the top of his hair tickling his cheek and jaw.
Eh-heh, please ignore the parts that say, “2 years ago”...
Anyway, here’s a two-fer. Sorry that I took so long. I doubt the anons who requested these prompts are even around anymore, but I can’t leave a prompt undone, even if it takes another two years.
Title: Celebrity Crush
Word Count: 2.6k
Pairing: Jikook
Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant; kind of humorous, too, I guess
Summary: Jungkook thought bringing up celebrity crushes with his boyfriend Jimin would be fun, but it bit him in the butt.
Also on AO3.
Beta-ed by the awesome @jikookielove
Jungkook really enjoyed his and his boyfriend Jimin's post-coital conversations. After the intense heat of sex and passionate love, it felt good to laugh and just enjoy each other's company.
Right now, Jimin was curled under the old faded yellow duvet (Jungkook made a mental note to buy him another), pressed against him, his legs nudged between Jungkook's. Their bodies were warm and a little sticky, but familiar and filled with easy comfort.
"You know how some couples give their boyfriend or girlfriend a pass on celebrity crushes?" Jungkook brought up, sliding a hand idly up Jimin's waist.
"Hm?" Jimin uttered, his voice soft and gravelly, "What do you mean?"
"Like if you were to let me cheat on you with one celebrity in the world, who—"
"Jungkook, what the hell?" Jimin cut in indignantly, poking him hard in the chest. "What kind of couple does that?"
"It's just for fun, baby," Jungkook soothed, kissing his nose. "I wouldn’t really cheat on you. It's just…" Now, he felt bad. It seemed more amusing when he read about it on the internet. "Eh, forget I said anything."
But then Jimin let out a relenting sigh. He burrowed himself further into Jungkook, as if he could lose physical contact with him any second, "No, no, sorry. I'll humor you. Who's your celebrity crush? Wait—IU, right?"
Jungkook giggled and kissed him again; this time on the top of his head. "You know it."
"You're so predictable." Jimin said it in a scoff, but something mild still laced itself through. "But sure. If we were in some twisted universe, I'd allow you to fuck IU… only once, though."
"Once would be all I'd need."
Jimin scowled. He still looked uncomfortable about it. "I can't believe we're having this conversation."
Jungkook didn't want him to go to bed feeling crappy. "Jimin-baby, we don't have to keep talking about it. I know it bothers you—"
"No, no…" Jimin was getting stubborn.
"Fine. How about you?"
"Me?"
"You have a celebrity crush, don't you?" Jungkook went through a mental list of people he recalled Jimin answering with in interviews and random conversation—strangely, he had more vivid memories of Jimin and his preferences than his own. He expected Taeyang from Big Bang. Or the choreographer Brian Puspos. And didn't he say Rachel McAdams one time?
But instead, what came out of his mouth was, "Lee Taemin."
Jungkook's heart sank into his gut. He pulled back to stare at his boyfriend, bewildered. "What?"
Jimin looked confused by his reaction, his eyes wide and far too sweet for the irritation he currently caused him. Maybe he didn't really understand this 'game,' but regardless… "Lee… Taemin? You know—"
"Yeah, I know," Jungkook interrupted, his jaw tense. "Your friend. That doesn't count. Your friends don't count."
"Jungkook-ah, he was my celebrity crush before he was ever my friend."
"Babe, he doesn't count anymore. I'll never let you fuck Lee Taemin."
"Jungkook, I would never, ever—"
"Choose someone else."
Jimin felt his boyfriend's frustration and let out a little huff of breath through his nose. "You said this was for fun, Jungkook-ah."
"It's fun when the celebrity is unobtainable." Jungkook knew he was being petulant, but now he felt all sorts of insecure. "You're far too close to Lee Taemin."
Jimin reached over to glide his thumb over the tight, massive frown on Jungkook's face. "See, baby? Not such a fun thing to talk about."
"That's 'cause you ruined it."
"You know I'd never cheat on you. I mean, you do know that, right?"
Jungkook sighed, his eyes fluttering closed when Jimin moved his thumb over his cheek in a warm, tender caress. "I know."
"I'm sorry, Kookoo-ah." Jungkook felt Jimin wrap himself around him with affection. "I have a better answer, okay? How about Taeyang?"
"Big Bang?"
"Mm-hm."
Jungkook sighed in relief and reopened his eyes. His gaze instantly found Jimin's. His love, his life. The only person he wanted to wake up to forever.
Never Lee Taemin's. Ever. Not for a second.
"I'll allow it."
"SHINee's gonna be there," Jungkook told Seokjin in a deadpan. "SHINee. At Music Bank in Singapore."
"Yeah?" Seokjin stared at him warily. "What about them?"
"That means Lee Taemin's gonna be there."
"I mean, I don't see why he wouldn't? Don't tell me you're jealous of Taemin. Jimin is far too devoted to you to—"
"Still." Jungkook sat himself down on the edge of Seokjin's bed—right on top of the pile of clothes that the latter was just about to put into the open luggage next to him. "He's going to be there and he's… he's going to talk to my boyfriend."
"Oh, boy, talking," Seokjin remarked with a roll of his eyes. "With one of his best friends. Come on, Kook. You need to have more faith in Jimin than that. Trust him."
"Lee Taemin's not the one with these stupid rules from the staff. I don't even get to touch my own boyfriend during the show."
"You can't keep from being gross with him for half a day?" Seokjin asked, slapping Jungkook's thigh so he would get off his clothes. "You can save your nastiness for afterward."
Seokjin wasn't sympathetic at all, so Jungkook left his room. No one else—not even Jimin—seemed to be around, so Jungkook sulked back to his own room to take out his frustrations out on video games.
His mood didn't get too much better when the group finally got onto the plane the next day. Jimin did his best to cheer him up, but all Jungkook did in return was complain to him about Lee Taemin being there, super cool and talented and hot. Lee Taemin, Jimin's celebrity crush who he considered fucking.
"Jungkook-ah, c'mon. You know me and you know it's not like that…"
Jungkook pretended to ignore him and continued to glare daggers out the window. There wasn't anything fascinating about the stillness of the concrete, but he just felt too petty to entertain his boyfriend.
"Jungkook-ah…"
Why the hell did Jimin sound so playful? Was his predicament funny to him?
No, you idiot, logic berated him. Jimin loves you. He's trying to make you feel better.
So, Jungkook, being the gracious guy that he was, finally looked back over at his boyfriend.
"What, hyung?"
Jimin stopped to briefly furrow a brow at him. He had grown accustomed to Jungkook dropping the honorifics—they got close enough for Jimin to allow that, to expect that. He only used hyung for broadcast or when speaking to staff or people of authority.
"Nothing," Jimin said. "I just love you."
"Hmph."
Jimin grinned as he lifted the armrest between them. Then he leaned over to kiss Jungkook's massive pout. "I love only you, Kookoo-ah," he cooed.
Jungkook flushed at the nickname. It was somewhat embarrassing, although endearing, hearing it in public.
"You love everyone," Jungkook retorted.
Jimin remained undeterred by his mood, his body twisting slightly so they pressed against each other better as he kissed him again, sakura petal-soft at the corner of his lips. "But Kookoo-ah…"
Jungkook felt an insistent twinge in his heart. God, Jimin really did love him. But Jungkook was way more stubborn than Jimin could ever be.
"I bet you're looking forward to seeing Lee Taemin—"
Jimin slid his lips fully against his for a few seconds of pure, unadulterated bliss. The twinge expanded, blossoming into something sweet and spellbinding. Their kisses, even up to now, never lost their magic.
"Kookoo-ah," Jimin persisted softly. "Please."
Jungkook's insecurity melted with each reassuring kiss, each utterance of Kookoo.
There was no way he could resist Jimin, so of course the extra attention made him feel a lot better.
At least, for now.
Other than rehearsing with the group, performing with the group, and overall being unable to breathe because of the constant surrounding of the group, Jungkook barely saw Jimin. When they finally had time to sit down together, they were both too tired to hold a long conversation.
Jungkook was glad when the concerts were over and done with. Now all he had left was the ending stage with the rest of the idols who participated in the concert.
Including Lee Taemin.
Jungkook was lightning fast in spotting Jimin with him downstage, lost in animated conversation. Gossiping probably, but his mind liked to play tricks.
I hope Jimin tells him how great of a boyfriend I am, Jungkook thought with spite.
He moved on to where the rest of Bangtan stood near them, but he couldn't help a second look at Taemin. He hoped the guy felt the scorching hot stare melt his brain.
"Babe," Jungkook whispered as he passed behind Jimin. He said it extra pointedly, too. Damn right—Jimin was Jungkook's babe.
"I'll be there in a bit," Jimin responded without looking at him, much to Jungkook's dismay.
Lee Taemin himself tossed him no more than a glance, nodding politely before turning back to Jimin.
Jungkook briefly considered breaking the rules of don't push your affection in front of cameras, especially at major events like this and you're to indulge your fans, not your personal significant others to reel Jimin away, but he was better than that. Jimin expected him to be mature about it, so he was just going to trust him to join them later, like he should.
Jimin never made his way back to the group. He, Taemin, and the rest of SHINee seemed to have shifted away, even, and that irritated Jungkook.
He tried to think about other things—Bangtan's success, the extravagant dinner promised to them by staff after the concert. He even thought a lot about future hectic scheduling, but all he really did was glower at Taemin, hoping the words Jimin is Jeon Jungkook's reached his head somehow.
It wasn't until the mass of idols herded themselves offstage to the dressing room hallways did Jungkook manage to bump into Jimin. Imagine—bumping into his own boyfriend like they were mere, unattached acquaintances, like they hadn't seen each other in a while.
"Hey, sweetie," Jimin chirped, smiling brightly at him.
"Hi," Jungkook said, a little curt, and hooked his arm possessively around Jimin's neck.
Jimin laughed a little as he collided lightly into his side. He seemed a little concerned. "Are you okay, Jungkook-ah?"
"Now that you're finally here, yeah." Jungkook couldn't help the shade, but he always had trouble pretending in front of Jimin, who always caught on quick.
"I haven't seen Taeminnie-hyung in a while. Is my talking to him bothering you?"
"Well…" Jungkook had no right to be so jealous. They were friends. A damn stupid celebrity crush, but good friends. Jimin needed at least one of those outside the group. After all, Jungkook had his own.
With that in mind, he just sighed, loosening the territorial hold on him. "Sorry, baby."
"Don't worry about it." Jimin reached for the hand around him and sneaked a kiss onto it, mouthing Kookoo-ah against his skin. Jungkook liked to think the name became permanent there, a tattoo that told the world whose name it was, and who it belonged to.
But no more than a day later, the calm formed a storm.
Jungkook threw his phone across his room. It pathetically just missed the wall, its arc too low as it landed on the carpet.
He hated Lee Taemin.
Jimin called him a good friend, a funny hyung, but Jimin had Jungkook. His boyfriend of nearly two years should suffice as a good friend and more.
So, there was no reason for Jimin to have sneaked off with Taemin at some empty area backstage, for them to face each other so intimately as they talked. Jimin had been so casual when he told Jungkook about him after the concert—he and Taemin hadn't seen each other in so damn long and he missed him.
There shouldn't have been photographic evidence shot in a way that elicited suspicion and scandal. Now everyone on the internet was talking about them. Them, and not the subtle moments between himself and Jimin that he knew existed for everyone to ponder.
"Baby, why is your phone way over there?"
Speak of the devil.
"I threw it," Jungkook admitted in an annoyed voice.
Jimin tsked as he walked past him to retrieve it. "What are you mad about?"
"Nothing."
"Baby," Jimin warned lightly.
"You," Jungkook grumbled.
Jimin frowned and then glanced down at the phone—still showing the photograph.
"Jungkook," Jimin sighed. "We didn't do anything. These photos aren't what you think they are."
"Everyone ships you two."
"Ship? What are you talking about?"
"The fans think you two look adorable together. You. And Lee Taemin. As a couple."
"You shouldn't look at comments like those, baby." Jimin walked over to him. He had such a cute, irresistible pout up close, but Jungkook was still furious. "Don't fans do that sort of thing with everyone? About you and me, too?"
"Not as much as Park Jimin and Lee Taemin, who snuck off backstage by themselves. When did you even go, anyway?"
Jimin shrugged. "I probably went to the bathroom and bumped into him."
Jungkook scowled. "And you needed to let him drag you to some dark corner for a post-pee chat."
"The bathroom was right by there. It was convenient. Jungkook, you're best friends with Yugyeom. You'd probably do the same thing."
"No, I wouldn't!"
Jimin's form grew rigid at the rise in Jungkook's voice.
"I don't want to argue, Jungkook," he muttered after a moment's pause. "But I love you; I really do. Even if the fans think I'm dating someone else, you and I both know that my heart belongs to you."
Jungkook chewed the bottom of his lip. My heart belongs to you hit home, carving guilt into his heart with the sharpest of knives.
In his silence, Jimin stepped into his space and wrapped his arms around his waist. He held him tight, protective enough to make up for Jungkook's recent insecurities.
"Believe me, baby," Jimin continued, resting his cheek against Jungkook's as he murmured into his ear. "I know how it feels. Did you ever notice the amount of hate I get from certain fans when I supposedly get between you and Taehyung?"
Jungkook blinked with confusion as he folded his arms over Jimin's shoulders. "What does he have to do with you and me?"
"Exactly." Jimin sounded hurt. "They… would rather see you two together, even though I consider you the love of my life. They get heated over you and Tae having some sort of affair."
Jungkook never noticed. He pulled back to run gentle hands through Jimin's hair and cup his face. His boyfriend's eyes shined with tears from the unfortunate recollection. "Baby, I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"
Jimin's smile was faint but genuine. "Because I know that you love me. And I know Taehyung's not like that. You're not like that. I don't worry a lot about it because of all of those things."
Jungkook tilted his head downward for a kiss on the lips.
He shouldn't worry, either.
"I'll reassure you as much as you want, if you need me to," Jimin told him. "I shouldn't have said Taemin's name in that conversation. I don't want you to think—"
"Jimin, it's fine. Let's just forget we ever talked about it." Partly because he still had his insecure moments from time to time, but mostly because Seokjin was right—he needed to trust Jimin. They've gotten this far together, almost two years now, and they were doing quite awesome.
"Honestly, you'd make a better celebrity crush," Jimin said cheekily.
"Oh, please," Jungkook laughed, pecking him on the nose. "And you call me cheesy. And what'd I say about unobtainable?"
Jimin didn't counter him. Instead, he kissed Jungkook; slow, steady, tranquil. The kiss formed holes in the memory of Lee Taemin the celebrity crush, eroding it to the nothing it should be.
Even if the photos stuck around on the internet, and even if the fans liked to think or postulate otherwise, Jimin, in reality, belonged to Jungkook, and only that mattered.
It wasn’t just Jimin’s place that he spent money on, and it wasn’t just Jungkook’s gift—it was theirs, together. The two of them reached a level of domesticity Jungkook had secretly always wanted, something he had wished for as he blew out the candles on his last birthday. He could finally settle down with the love of his life, the boy he had attached himself to since Day One of their work as idols.
“What do we do next?” Jimin asked, blindly reaching and successfully finding Jungkook’s hand. He interlocked their fingers.
“We buy me—” He cut himself off as he realized something. “—ourselves some furniture.”
“Ourselves,” Jimin echoed fondly.
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Hello everyone! Here to post about a fic I put up on AO3.
Title: The Light of Love In Your Eyes
Word Count: 9k
Pairing: Jikook
Genre: Merman AU, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst
Rating: M
Summary: Jimin thinks Jungkook belongs to the sea—by his side, specifically. But the earth got to claim him as its own.
Sequel to The Magic In Your Sighs. (which can also be found right here on Tumblr)
If Jimin was the sea, then Jungkook was his earth.
Jimin loved to kiss him as the waves kissed the rocks, to caress him as seafoam caressed the shore. He loved him sweet and light, just as much as he loved him sharp and heavy—Jungkook’s sharp edges, his robustness. Jungkook always walked sure-footed along the coast with eyes as big as the star that always hung in the turquoise sky above them.
But the long, hot days were fleeting. Jimin had counted every star-rise and star-fall since meeting Jungkook. No amount of them sated him. They were always too brief—never enough for a full taste.
Your love is only a season long, his mind often taunted him. He will return to his true burrow somewhere above, on the rocky earth you are never meant to stay on.
But he was sure that Jungkook felt the same; it was evident on the last day of the long-star days—summer, Jungkook had called it in his ground-walker tongue—when Jungkook cried and held him tight, afraid to live without him, afraid that Jimin would be gone for good. Jimin knew it in the way he offered his family treasure to him—a token of trust.
Come back, Jimin had said, repeating Jungkook’s past words. It meant something significant, surely, a plea and a promise that his lover took to heart.
So, I finally put up the first chapter (out of how many, I don’t know...) of the hockey player!Jungkook / figure skater!Jimin fic promised to @jikookielove because she was my winning bidder for the ACLU auction that was run by the BTS Relief Fund back in January-February. This is what what she asked of me, based on this AU/HC (I haven’t written everything that’s there yet; they’ll be in future chapters).
Title: Spinning Around My Head
Chapter 1/?: The Angel on the Ice
Word Count: 5.5k
Pairing: Jikook
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Alternate Universe
Rating: T
Summary: Jungkook may be the star player of his hockey team, but he's awkward as hell around this cute figure skater named Jimin.
Their gazes met again. There was something there—a sliver of dulcet optimism between them, tied to their fingers like silk ribbons.
No, that’s stupid, Jungkook reprimanded himself, cutting into the thought. He usually cringed at the aesthetics of emotion. Jimin was just a guy—one he didn’t know that well. Acquaintances at best.
“Oh, sorry.” Jimin broke the stare first. He looked pretty with pink on his cheeks. “I’m going.”
“See you, Jimin.” Jungkook tried to wave, but Jimin had already turned around and exited. He decided to card his hand through his hair instead.
Jikook go sky diving Or Jikook go scuba diving. Your choice :)
I hope you’re familiar with some of my existing AUs, anon. XD
Geared Up93 words
Jimin let out a scream and darted away to hide behind a nearby grotto.
“Jimin,” Jungkook chuckled, his voice muffled through the regulator. He reached out with an empty gloved hand, turning it palm side up to show he wasn’t going to harm him. “Jimin, it’s me, Jungkook! It’s okay!”
The merman peered back out, half his face in view. He was glaring with suspicion and confusion, and Jungkook realized that maybe he should have familiarized his lover with parts of the scuba gear at a time instead of just coming out fully adorned.
Prompt: Jikook at an ice cream shop with ice cream sundaes. For your three sentence fix :D
Trickle144 words
“I can’t believe there aren’t any seats inside,” Jungkook groaned, as he followed Jimin to the covered tables outside on the patio, both with sundaes in hand.
“Can’t blame them,” Jimin said. “It’s summer and everyone wants something ice cold–oh hey, this one is clean. Is this okay?”
Jimin turned around, spoon halfway in his mouth after taking a spoonful. If it were anyone else, Jungkook would call them out on being messy, but Jimin…
He found his eyes glued to the drop of melted vanilla ice cream trickling from the corner of his mouth and gulped.
“Jungkookie. Coming?”
“A-Almost,” Jungkook blurted out without thinking, his face heating up. “I-I mean–” Wait, what else was there to mean? “–Yeah!”
Jimin looked at him as he sat down. Jungkook hoped he would be oblivious, but his skin crawled with embarrassment when his hyung smirked instead.
