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Game: Start
it's always been like this- since the day jeon jeongguk moved in next door to be his neighbour, plus the fact their moms got along so well together. they'd established their little competitive streak, ever since their parents had encouraged them to play together, have sleepovers, carpool to school; iron sharpens iron, they had said- and sharpen it sure did.
all the way from who scored a point more on spelling, all the way to who received more valentines as they grew up, who had more muscles, who was taller: it was always like this. the aggressive gyongsamdo-man stereotype was fuelled even more, ever since puberty hit jimin like a freaking fire truck, hit jeongguk like a goddamn sapsan bullet train.
they'd always been dancing (literally and figuratively) around each other, and ever since jeongguk grew a good 4.4cm taller (yes, jimin is 173.6cm, thank you), he was pretty sure he wanted to marry jimin. that's right- as a husband. that or not get married at all. hence the iron wall he built up whenever he saw someone attractive along the sidewalks, the corridors. he told himself from that moment, the sun shining down on jimin who was helping his mom plant some succulents in the garden, rosy cheeks and that cute straw hat in one of jeongguk's sleepover leftover shirts- that his eyes were only meant to look at one person. yeah, that must be his raison d'être.
“you know, that cute guy… he asked me out.” jimin says in the middle of nowhere, as he turns off the lights, causing only the faint glow of the fairy lights in his room to illuminate both their faces in the dark. jeongguk's sleeping over for the weekend.
“a-and you said?” jeongguk swallows, pretending to fluff up his pillow as if this talk is something neutral to him, but on the inside he feels his stomach drop. “i told him last night i slept with jeonggukie,” jimin replies, well aware of the double entendre, well aware that jeongguk's blushing, and well aware that he relishes in that- no one man should have this much power. jeongguk's super duper fun to tease, especially since jimin's the hyung here. so he likes to fully enforce that superior status, revels in the way he has jeongguk in his tiny hands.
“oh,” is all the younger boy exhales, “he must be having the wrong idea- you… you need to clarify that,” his voice hasn't cracked yet, thank god, but it comes out in a higher pitch, comes out choppy and dry as if something's stuck in his voice box. jimin just laughs.
“i wanted him to,”
as they grow, together, jimin only gets bolder, and yes, it's all thanks to the 2130 more bowls of rice he's eaten in that extra span of two years. park jimin is the epitome of a Flirt™, and he draws people in like a magnet- whatever gender they might be. nobody can really hate someone like jimin, in all truth and honesty. he goes from mochi to sexy in milliseconds, but hey, doesn't everyone clearly appreciate that?
and their squad knows. their entire gang of seven, they all know more or less. jeongguk thinks he's been doing a really fine job at pretending, but apparently not. doing everything together since they were young, joining dance together, taking the same subjects, going to the same school- it's almost as if they were meant to be; and jeongguk secretly hopes that is the case.
Game: Time Out
jeongguk knows his eyesight is getting worse, which explains the glasses now, but his hearing? it's one of which he prides in his assets. but right now, jimin seems to be yelling something across the hallway, beckoning him to come over, but jeongguk can't seem to hear what he's saying.
the truth is, jimin's just mouthing random words, for the fun of seeing his overgrown busan baby look all lost and confused. it's kinda… cute somehow. and he likes how jeongguk will always be polite (after shooting up in his growth spurt) and do that Tall Guy Thing of bending down to hear him speak- it makes everything seem a lot more intimate and precious.
“wanna come over and have some fun with me later?”
jeongguk does not appreciate how jimin's voice drops an octave lower- in a situation such as this, warm breath fanning against the shell of his ear. he feels the blood rise to his face, feels his ears burn. he shouldn't be having these thoughts in the middle of the day, but here he is, trying to get his mind out of the gutter.
in conclusion, he should have known that jimin's idea of fun would be a round of cards- not just like poker or anything- freaking ass chemistry flashcards. similar to uno and all that, but with matching the reagents and conditions and types of reactions. really now.
“hyung,” he groans, looking at his stack of cards piling up and fanned out in front of him, “this is so hard.”
jimin looks up at him innocently (those eyes? wow. he could stare forever.) before sending him a not-so-innocent smirk, “ah, hyung has been told he has a tendency to make things that way,” and another coquettish glance, and jeongguk finally gets his drift. make things hard?- oh what the hell.
(two more rounds later jimin calls it a day and he falls asleep, next to jeongguk in the now rather cramped bed. and yes, he's a cuddler.)
he's supposed to wait for jimin to end class so that they can go help their moms pick up some groceries for the weekend together. so in the library lies jeon jeongguk, lightly dozing off and close to drooling on his notes, taehyung and hoseok on the opposite of the table. of course, nothing quite ends up well when these two are put together- and so it is proven when taehyung sends jimin a video of him feeding jeongguk a french fry (part of the fast food meal that he's smuggled in with a wink to the librarian), and the younger actually chomps on the ketchup-dipped chip in his sleep. how could anyone be this cute?!
the bell rings and jeongguk rouses lightly, changes the angle which he rests his head, and when he's woken by a familiar hair ruffle he jolts up wide awake and dumps all the material (makeshift pillow) on the table into his bag standing and ready to leave with jimin hyung. he should've known nothing goes well when he's sitting across a very, very silent double trouble combination, both too sullen and tight-lipped to be normal.
the moment he tries to take a step forward- finally to have some alone time with jimin- a little too excited to leave, he almost falls and crashes into the shorter, but steadily manages to grab a chair to maintain his balance. the sniggers and chortles from across the table are a pretty good indicator of the culprits, as jeongguk sends the sunshine line a death glare (not really, but he tried) when he sees that obnoxious peace sign and thumbs up coming from them. they've tied his shoelaces together so he'll trip or fall or something. what were they even thinking?
okay wait- what was jimin thinking bending to retrieve his (already) cracked phone, ass on full retina hd super amoled view, with 1920x1080-pixel resolution at 401 ppi, zero exposure control, 4K video recording at 30 fps- jeongguk stop. tap to focus and save image at 8 megapixels. stop!
meanwhile, jimin shakes his head at the situation unfolding before his eyes, (jeongguk's actually just standing stock still, mid-fall, existential crisis happening inside his brain) and sends the troublemakers a disapproving glance, sighs in resignation when he sees jeongguk's face of dismay. then a coy grin forms just for jeongguk to see. damn it, he needs his phone to save this moment forever.
“falling for me again, jeonggukie?” he beams, batting his eyelashes as he squats to undo the random knots tying the two shoes together, even looping them into double knots with ribbons so taehyung and hoseok can't bully jeongguk again. the best victim starts stuttering and waving wildly to appease that extremely untrue allegation, mind you. technically he's not falling for jimin, he's already on the floor and waiting for jimin to step on him. yeah. falling is way past his level.
“let's go, you overgrown baby.”
(“jeonggukie~! you have to hold my hand- what if you start falling for random people on the way home? i'm not allowing that, you know.”)
Drinking Game
“yeah he went home ‘cause he's sick, fever and all that,” seokjin announcesafter a mouthful of rice, having taken a nearly collapsed jimin to the nurse. and a crestfallen and pained expression starts forming on jeongguk's face.
“why the face, guk ah,” yoongi says slowly, a kitten like smile appearing, “you miss him?”
“no! i don't! definitely not! who says i do?” jeongguk retorts loudly, far too loud- perhaps as loud as how hard his heart is thumping right now. the entire gang starts snorting at how painfully obvious he is, having asked where jimin was on their chat at least four times earlier.
“so whipped,” hoseok mutters, shoulders pressed against yoongi’s, scooping some noodles for jeongguk. “he looks like a lost bunny, seriously.” jeongguk mimics a shocked expression and starts getting pouty about how he's not all about jimin hyung, he's just very very concerned about his childhood friend. (really, jeongguk?)
“jeon jeongguk you are obsessed with him, shut up,” yoongi concludes, a fond smile on his face like he's marrying him off or something, and the youngest starts sulking and picking at his food while the hyungs keep teasing him.
“hyungs, stop… so what if i really like-like him now...” jeongguk whines, and all of them coo at how adorable the manchild of their group is. “we'll help wherever we can,” namjoon comforts, and somehow a knot in his shoulders seem to have relieved on its own.
“well gukkie, i think, in my humble opinion-” taehyung starts.
“oh god, here we go again.”
“i think you should fist him.”
namjoon spits out his coke, hoseok stabs his piece of chicken, and everyone else either drops their utensils or throws something at taehyung.
“tae, do you even know the connotation of those words?” namjoon winces, horribly embarrassed from what taehyung had smiled and sputtered out like it was a weather forecast.
“yeah! i mean i do it to jimin all the time-”
“kim taehyung that is a fucking fist bump, you idiot!” seokjin yells, exasperated as taehyung just blinks, and everybody is just shaking their head. “w-wait- so if i knock into someone on the streets i'm not knocking them up? if someone pushes me to the limit then they're edging me, no? and if i bang into hoseok hyung because i'm late for class, we're not banging? w-what, why are you guys looking at me like that.”
literally five heads faceplant onto the table, and taehyung’s looking like an extremely confused five year old being told that tomatoes aren't vegetables. how does this guy even top the level for quantum physics and metachemistry?! “then what the hell is fist-”
“kim taehyung. listen.”
“y-yes, yoongi hyung?”
“shut up.”
a few days later, jimin has recovered and is back from his super long absence (shut up, jeongguk, it's only two days) and so hoseok suggests they go out for a barbecue. there's a chorus of yes!!! and hyungs are paying! until taehyung pipes up with “jiminnie, are you going?”
jimin thinks it over, cutely, but when he opens his mouth to reply, seokjin stops him and looks at their baby maknae. “jimin's not going, he just recovered-”
“aw, come on, hyung-”
“so, jeonggukie, you still going?”
suddenly six pairs of eyes are on him, five glimmering in amusement and one in the prettiest form of confusion- “uh, i- maybe i can't make it, uh, p-piano,” jeongguk stammers, suddenly the repeatedly poked kimchi and beansprouts on his plate look really, really interesting-
“ha! just joking! of course our jiminnie's going! he needs food to recover~”
there's a collective round of laughs as jeongguk's head darts up, a face of utter betrayal, seokjin blowing him a kiss with the worst shit-eating grin jeongguk's seen in his entire life.
seokjin: 183729, jeongguk: -20.
“so, guk, you coming?” namjoon asks gently, an encouraging smile on his face, “i suppose piano classes can be rescheduled?” duh, of course it can, if it's non-existent.
“y-yeah, i'll be there. thanks hyung.”
since the deluxe set discount has only six beverages included- they're on a student budget, all broke- they play rock paper scissors and the loser doesn't get a bottle of soju or get to eat, until someone finishes their beer, or everyone takes pity on them and makes them to do aegyo for food (usually the case). of course, jeongguk's unlucky busan baby park jimin comes out as ultimate loser (yet again), and he pouts and sits in the corner smiling a little sadly.
okay, maybe those lips make him look like he's really pretty and perpetually pouty but who cares okay, jimin is so beautiful. stunning! beguiling! alluring!
“our jiminnie, it's okay, meat takes time to grill too~” hoseok coos, pinching jimin's cheek as he's manning the grill, while the others banter around, and jeongguk does the one thing everyone thought he would never do.
he gulps down all the entirety of the 350ml of soju as fast as he can, and jimin stares in shock as the pork belly sizzles tantalisingly to indicate it's ready to be eaten. jeongguk blinks a little, the burn in his throat starting to form, having a passable alcohol tolerance but his hyungs always not allowing him to drink- and so everything slowly starts spinning. he wants to grab a piece of meat for jimin, but the tongs are moving on the table, is the bottle saying something?
“jimin hyung, yo-you can eat now,” he hiccups and the flush of the intense shot of alcohol turns him all pink in he face, all woozy and he can see the black dots dancing-
but jimin has other plans.
he signals taehyung to start recording, as they've previously agreed on (since jimin probably can't handle rejection well, so he's going with blackmail since a drunk jeongguk is probably pliant and terribly honest). “gukkie, do you maybe want to go out with m-”
jeongguk loves foiling jimin's plans.
suddenly everything starts swimming and drowning in black hues, and jeongguk lands his hands on the most important thing to him to gain leverage- he finds purchase on jimin's shoulders, then cups his face in the gentlest way his uncoordinated motor skills can muster. the glassy wet sheen of jimin's eyes are dancing, like a whole damn galaxy of starlight right there orchestrated in those pretty, mesmerising eyes. jeongguk wishes he could stare forever, but his eyelids are struggling to draw the the curtains up at the opera house musical to marvel at the most ethereal creature he's ever set his own eyes on. i want you, i want you, i want you;
“jimin... y-your eyes... fucking beautiful,” he slurs, as he presses a lopsided kiss onto his cheek, and then he knocks out. right onto jimin's thunder thighs. lights out, the show is over, roses thrown onto the stage, a standing ovation;
all of them are stunned and poor taehyung who's forgotten he's still recording everything, almost drops his phone into the grill. gulping, he ends the video, and everybody takes a minute of silence to repect the heroism of the fallen jeon jeongguk, both physically and reputation wise. smooth moves, maknae.
jimin just strokes jeongguk's hair, chubby fingers tracing mindless patterns into his cheekbones, his scar, his eyelids, jaw; he gently bends down to press a kiss on that fluffy hair, (being the flexible person he is) and someone slams their fist on the table yelling about how oblivious and stupid the two of them are.
the meal gets quieter, but nonetheless full of bubbly laughter and insults and shade thrown everywhere, although it would've been more appreciated if jeongguk were awake and making fun of all his hyungs. they're all suckers for that boy acting on top of all of them, anyway.
(before heading back in an uber, they stock up on painkillers and aspirin as they lug jeongguk back, six of them required to lift that deadweight muscle pig.)
Drinking Game: Very No Fun
when jeongguk wakes up the next morning, he sees a black floof on his chest and almost gets a heart attack- so he slowly backs into the wall to sit upright and oh god, there is his tiny little angel hyung sleeping; look at those lips and eyelashes! and freckles and beauty marks!- excuse me jesus, who allowed you to carve out such a beautiful boy to exist in my realm?
he ignores the headache to caress that rosy hue in a bundle of blankets, and jimin mewls and wakes up, because what on earth is pressing my cheeks like that? “uhh, you're up?” he cutely whines, black hair a ruffled mess, and stomps out to bring him the aspirin and water, still swaddled in blankets.
only then does the hangover hit jeongguk full force as he forcefully flings himself into the mattress, and then he starts recalling how he had dived into a certain lap pillow last night, faintly remembers someone tenderly stroking his hair.
jimin apologetically asks if there's anything he wants to eat, since the responsibility is on him for causing his dongsaeng to land in such a godawful situation, “hyung will buy it for you,” he murmurs, blankets now draped around his shoulders like he's a prince or something.
but jeongguk somehow really really likes it when jimin pampers him, (in spite of all the other times he tries to out-hyung everybody else just because), so he gets all pouty, “don't wanna~” and hides under the duvet so jimin won't see him start gushing about how cute hyungie’s bedhead is, how sexy his morning voice is.
jimin flips the blanket over, like a concerned mom coaxing her difficult son to eat, only to reveal a blushing jeongguk just inches away from his face- and he feels the heat too. frick this, jeongguk decides, and deadpan mumbles “i wanna eat you, hyung” and he gently bites that cheek, whispering “itlookedlikemochi” and curls into a ball under the duvet. yeah he definitely could pass of as still drunk, right?
jimin doesn't need an ounce of hesitation to run off in embarrassment.
Back Hugs: A Good Game
the rest of the squad are impossibly done. done with their shit and pining- why can't they just get together already? they've held a discussion without any busan representatives and the conclusion of discourse is none other than to rile them up. friendly-competitively.
“nah, jiminnie’s wayyyy cuter than jeonggukie,”
“i'm cuter, shut up!”
“by the way, guk- jimin gives fantastic hugs. everybody needs a jimin in their lives,” namjoon quips, and taehyung elaborates on how jimin gives the greatest, most comforting hugs when he's homesick and emotional, and even yoongi agreed on how an angel like jimin is godsent.
since then, jeongguk's randomly back hugging jimin. everywhere. when he sees him by the water fountain, in the middle of a lecture, after dance, when he's tired. often so, jimin's presence reminds him of home- he smells like vanilla bean and orange hibiscus, a touch of burnt sugar, hints of red-plum sweetness;
they're both down for the same night class, and in that ten minute break jeongguk doesn't hesitate to come from behind and rest his head on jimin's shoulder, eyes closed and suddenly his heart is filled with warm nostalgia and so, so tranquil. peaceful. restful. why do i like you so much, hyung?
“why, bun, you miss busan?” jimin murmurs fondly, cracking a tiny smile through his sleepy face.
“no… i miss you.”
it's terrible how jeongguk's getting so full of himself these days, he doesn't even bother about the hyung status with jimin anymore (but jimin's always given in and consented, anyway). he just manhandles jimin like nobody's business, picks him up and slings his tiny hyung across his broad shoulders like he's a potato sack.
well, jimin would be lying if he said he didn't like it, but on the other hand the ass smacking while he's kicking and yelping to be put down, the not so subtle bum pats when friends and teachers are around are more of a bad idea. but it's jeongguk, so.
it's time to reassert dominance, jimin decides, putting his plan into action, the moment he sees jeongguk off guard. “hey, jeonggukie,” he saunters over, making sure his hips sway side to side in the way he wants them to, and he knows he's nailed it when jeongguk's mouth is agape staring at him move. his mouth’s gone dry.
“uh. hi, hyung.”
“bend down, won't you? why did you grow so big,” jimin sulks, and jeongguk obeys. jimin plants a big, big kiss on his left cheek, where the lil scar is, marking his goddamn territory with that bold red lipstick stain.
“is that the one i-?” jeongguk breathes, vaguely remembering his makeup collecting phase where he bought pretty shades and packaging of cosmetics when he was stressed, or bought all those perfume bottles because they smelt cathartic. he'd given the prettiest shade of red lipstick he bought to jimin, as a joke, but now- whoa. jimin looks fine and fierce as heck with that deep scarlet blooming on plush lips. jeongguk's going to hell with no regrets now.
(he wears the kiss mark for the rest of the day, even if he gets teased about it and many weird stares, because looking at jimin's shy smile after the day ends, shocked that he still hasn't wiped it off is so worth it. a thousand times over for you, hyung.)
Pet Names: The Best Game
“you should go for it… honey,” jeongguk mutters the last word out biting on his straw after that in all ambivalence, but jimin jumps in his seat with ears cherry red- he's not going to lose! the topic of discussion is immediately abandoned, now all force one into the current battle ahead.
“how dare you, you overgrown manchild!”
this is awesome- he sees it as a competition- oh my god jeon jeongguk here we go.
the situation gets more intense as the week goes by, and all their friends are worthy of pity for enduring and sitting through that.
[message sent] kudos to kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, kim namjoon, kim taehyung for surviving.
[broadcast sent] someone give jimin and jeongguk an oscar: best couple fight scene.
“make me, bambi,” jeongguk teases, “y-you-! i was born first, i've eaten 2130 more bowls of rice-”
“you are a baby conchinha-”
“shut up, mon rayon de soleil-”
This Is No Longer A Game.
they talk about that dance member seulgi jimin is being shipped with because he did a dance item with her (jeongguk's still very bitter about it, shh), about taehyung’s entire pile anonymous letters in his locker the moment he's been casted as next drama president, how seokjin’s regal face made it to become the mascot of the school, about namjoon’s latest remixes; and then they reach hoseok’s rejection from yoonji noona, how jimin had spotted him crying in the washrooms, and then suddenly he found a better man than yoonji, his crush of two years.
yoongi had passed by, and suavely just grabbed his hand while his mouth was pulled taut into a ‘ㅅ’ saying “fuck her, you're better off with me.” and hoseok was floored (well he was on the floor to begin with) and kissed his forehead (“free your own forehead, you idiot, cut it out with the bangs- you're adorable either way,”) and bought him crab to celebrate. so, yoonseok, or as they call themselves, soul partners, are now official.
obviously, they shift to the most obvious target- jimin. they start pouncing on him like scavengers, asking for his ideal type, what he looks for in a person; basically, this is a jeon jeongguk oriented segment where his friends have kindly helped to set centre stage for, and all he has to do is say something unstupid. jimin hums and mulls over it, cheeks puffed and lips pursed. “hmm. he must be cute… have a nice voice, be taller than me- oh must be able to carry me, able to withstand my awful temper-”
“i can do that,” jeongguk blurts, and suddenly chopsticks clatter to the floor along with a coke and some lettuce leaves and a piece of lamb skewer.
jeon jeongguk, you had one job.
it takes him 7 whole seconds to process and sink in that He Did That, literally said the dumbest thing out loud. he hates his life. “u-uh i, i gotta go,” he shouts, and when six pairs of puzzled eyes stare at him in incredulity, he yells “c-class!!!!” to save his sorry ass. but nope, school ended, like, 45 minutes ago. sorry jeongguk, nice try.
Nobody Wants to play The Damned Game Anymore
“so like, i was super offended because jeongguk's was 7 inches?! and mine was like, 5.1 inches?!” seokjin ranted, face red and seething from how unreliable these things were.
“this is why i go for a footlong, hyung. or change the guy,” taehyung replied dryly, munching on his hamburger. and waving the moment jimin comes to join them, face pink from hearing the conversation. “w-what were you guys talking about…”
hoseok catches his blush, and decides to tease him further. “why, jiminnie, we were saying that jeongguk's was 7 inches and jin hyung’s was 5.1,” he smirks, knowing what jimin's thinking, since jeongguk's out running an errand for his lecturer. yoongi smacks him, “get your mind out of the gutter, jimin. hyung’s ranting again, about how subway is a snake and lying about the lengths of their subs. although jeongguk's probably around there, but i'm sure you'll find out soon.”
nobody understands how yoongi can say the most inappropriate or dirty things with such a straight face, but thank god for someone like that to exist. who else is going to explain all those illicit things to the kids (aka maknae line)?
“speaking of jeongguk, he asked me the other day how to get bigger hands- i think you know what i told him,” namjoon adds, waggling his eyebrows, and there's suggestive hand gestures passed round, and jimin makes sure to hit all of them with his water bottle. “but i think he's crazy, really, why the sudden desire to get broader, tougher and all that?”
“after years of pestering,” taehyung dramatically announced, lowering his tinted shades for dramatic effect, “i found out why he keeps going to the gym, other than liking to sweat everything out-”
there's a pause, and the six heads huddle closer for the big reveal- taehyung better not be pulling their legs or his ass is for sure going to be whooped- particularly by jimin.
“he wants to be bigger than jimin in every aspect so he can take care of him,” taehyung sighs dreamily, and the hyungs are cooing, all wearing soft smiles and shaking their heads, jimin's face like a furnace, grapefruit pink and apple red as he hides his face in his sweater. a literal strawberry mochi.
“aww, jeonggukie wants to be a man for you, isn't that cute?”
How Many More of These Love Games 'til I Win?
it's difficult, but jimin really needs to explicitly tell jeongguk that he appreciates everything about him, the way he already is, loves him for that. and then it begins.
“gukkie… i heard you've been craving this seaweed these days so hyung bought you some, and also these are the milk candies that you used to love when we were kids, and i found shugo chara chocolate chip cookies and i thought of you,” jimin mumbles shyly as he thrusts the bag into jeongguk's arms, and jeongguk's radiating with so much exuberance and happiness jimin thinks he might be glowing.
but jeongguk's not okay- he needs to give his hyung something better! no, this won't do; he's supposed to take care of jimin, who's babies him enough and made him comfortable here since they were kids. so he buys jimin a life sized teddy bear, lugs it all the way to school and jimin's so embarrassed and shy it hurts; in a really good way. since when was jimin this cute? right, always.
jimin's not losing, he needs to be better than that, he's the hyung here- so buys him back a whole carton of banana milk, and then suddenly jimin's locker is flooded with rose petals and chocolate boxes, and jeongguk anonymously gets new headphones and ?!
to hell with flirting. this is real love.
park jimin is done. today he will go and conquer. come back with his rightful possessions.
“do you want to be my b…” jimin trails off, staring at the floor and hands entangled with each other, playing with his rings. jeongguk's standing right before him, peering at him, and jimin feels so small next to this muscle pig. the size difference is too real. “i don't wish to spoil the mood, but pardon, hyung?” jeongguk says softly, a hand on jimin's waist, utmost gentle and protective of touches. it sends tingles down jimin's spine.
then he pulls out something silver and metallic from his pocket, and jeongguk's doe eyes widen- could it be?
oh.
“jeonggukie... do you want to be my big spoon,” he asks, pulling out a teaspoon from his jeans pocket but jeongguk's too overwhelmed to respond, so he just bends down to embrace his sweetheart, and jimin almost wants to cry he can smell the entirety of jeongguk, the spicy hints and softer tones of milk and honey and lavender. they kiss, molten and passionate, before breaking apart to breathe.
“let's go, baby,” jeongguk fondly tips his chin, hands interlaced with his boyfriend’s.
“hey… i called you baby first…” jimin sulks, pouting when he looks up at jeongguk, and the taller boy cups his cheeks and kisses his nose. “let's go, baby?”
jimin huffs, puffing his cheeks and clinging onto jeongguk like a baby koala- he's gonna win.
“i asked you out first though, i made you mine first though-”
“...”
jimin: (*´ε｀*)♡ jeongguk: (⊙﹏⊙✿)