Chapter 10 - Tear

Chapter 10 - Tear

It was the first day of OT7's Tour. They had an aggressive schedule of fifteen different performances over the next twenty-three days. The first stop was in Osaka, Japan. After sound check, the members all scattered to different sections of the dressing room backstage to wait out the next four hours before their performance was set to start.

Jungkook, the only member who was still in school, left to meet his tutor for a session. Jungkook's graduation date was fast approaching, but he had a difficult path ahead with multiple exams, knowledge assessments and graduation readiness prep classes. Even on tour, he had to use every available moment to keep up with his studies.

The dressing room that was assigned to OT7 was large. The space was comprised of five adjacent rooms clustered together in the center of the building. The space was large enough to allow each member to sit alone reflectively but small enough to allow them to gather together in fellowship. Namjoon and Yoongi were working in the Northern most room, reviewing contracts and publishing paperwork. Tae, Soekjin and Hosoek were all gathered in the television room watching old concert footage from one of their previous performances.

Jungkook returned from his tutoring and walked into the room where Namjoon and Yoongi were working. He greeted his Hyungs with a nod. Namjoon answered without being asked a question, "Last time I saw him, he was in there," Namjoon said as he gestured toward the third adjoining dressing room.

"Thanks, Joonie-hyung," Jungkook headed in the direction where Namjoon had just motioned. When Jungkook arrived, he took several feather light footsteps as he surveyed the massive space looking for Jimin. He didn't see him.

He walked a few feet further in, still no sign of his beloved. He was about to leave when he heard the faint sound of a page turn. Jungkook had been around Jimin and his love of books long enough to clearly identify that familiar sound. He glanced up at the mirror and saw a tiny reflection of Jimin. He was lying on his back on the floor against the wall. He looked small and diminutive as his thick black glasses sat studiously on the bridge of his perfect nose. Three thick sweatshirts lay rolled up under his head supporting his neck and back. His legs were spread apart and bent at the knee to prop them up.

Jimin was completely engrossed in his book. He was miles deep into the beautiful story of unrequited love between a powerful Dictator and an poverty stricken pauper. A story that reminded him of the first years with Jungkook. He was holding the book about six inches from his face which completely blocked his peripheral vision. Despite drowning in a story so beautiful that it fetched tears from his eyes, a strange magnetic tug in the pit of his stomach alerted him that he was no longer alone in the room. Even though he made no sound, even though he couldn't see him, he knew, Jungkook was there. Jimin's position on the floor kept him safely hidden from the casual visitor. His Kookie, however, would be much more adept at picking up clues that he was there. Jungkook would find him. Jimin usually didn't like to be interrupted during these private moments, but lately ALL he seemed to want was for Jungkook to be around. He closed his eyes and sent him a message of unspoken words, It's ok, I want you to come. Jimin went back to reading his book. He knew his silent message had been received because he could hear Jungkook's soft graceful footsteps approaching.

Jungkook smiled and watched as Jimin continued to read. He knew that these precious quiet moments were priceless to Jimin. Reading was one of the cornerstones of his happiness. Jungkook also knew that there were certain times when Jimin shouldn't be disturbed. This was one of those times. Yet, the magnetic force that lived in the pit of Jungkook's stomach wouldn't allow him to retreat. He had to touch him. He had to, if only for a second, enter his world. He walked over. Some how he knew Jimin wouldn't mind the one interuption.

Jungkook walked to the location where Jimin lay and lightly fell to his knees in the space between Jimin's legs. He crawled up Jimin's body and poked his head out underneath Jimin's book so he could reach his face and peck him on the lips.

"Hi," Jimin smiled so hard at Kookie's adorable gesture. Jungkook continued to reposition himself over Jimin. "What are you doing?" Jimin asked through a giggle.

"Push-ups," Jungkook smiled.

"Shouldn't I move before you do that?" Jimin was still smiling.

"Nope, it's more fun if you stay right here." Jungkook smiled back.

Jungkook lifted himself fully into push-up readiness; arms straight and locked in position, palms flat on the floor on either side of Jimin's body. Jimin threw his book to the side being careful to mark the page where he left stopped. Jungkook lifted himself fully and then lowered himself back down, deeply and controlled.

"One." He kissed Jimin on the right cheek, "Two." This time he kissed him on the left cheek,

"Three." This time he kissed him on the right ear. "Four." Nose.

"Uh excuse me," Jimin said softly from beneath Jungkook's shadow, "how many of these do you plan to do?"

"Just 100," Jungkook breathed.

"100?" Jimin burst into laughter.

Jungkook was laser focused and determine to do all 100 push-ups on top of Jimin.

"Five." Kiss to the jawline. "Six." Kiss to Jimin's forehead. Jungkook continued with his "Jimin push-ups". By the time he got to 20, Jimin had started pointing to the different places on his face and neck where he wanted Jungkook to kiss him. Finally, after several sensual minutes, Jungkook finally landed on the count of 100. He lowered himself on top of Jimin and lay there, "100," he whispered. He pressed his lips against Jimin's softly. They froze there for a few moments.

Jungkook lifted himself off of Jimin, grabbed the book that Jimin had dropped and turned to the marked page. He handed the book back to him, ran his fingers through his hair and gave him one final kiss before he left him in peace and headed back down the hallway to the larger dressing room on the southern side of the building. There, Jungkook found Tae sitting on the couch playing a video game that he had hooked up to the television.

"Hey, I was wondering where you were," Tae commented.

Jungkook opened his mouth to say, "I was making out with Jimin on the floor," but he thought better of it and just responded with, "tutoring."

"What cha' playin?" Jungkook asked

"Game of Thrones," Tae buzzed.

"Of course, how silly of me to ask," Jungkook laughed.

"Here," Taehyung threw a controller to Jungkook as an invitation to join.

Since Jimin and Jungkook had begun dating, the two spent every free moment together. Jungkook was thrilled to have so much quality time with his boyfriend. However, a part of Jungkook very much missed hanging out with Taehyung. Tae-Tae was still his best friend and it was good to be alone with him sometimes without Jimin so they could reconnect and renew their tight bond. The two quickly became engrossed in their game. They received an alert that a plaer from Russian wanted to join their team. They both agreed and grabbed their headphones to start communicating with their new team member. The two of them stayed glued in place for two hours, cursing, yelling and screaming at the television. They laughed and teased each other harshly. Tae elbowed Jungkook in the ribs to try to force him to misfire. Jungkook responded by placing his free hand over Tae's eyes bond. Just like old times.

"Shoot him! You need to enter on the west side, they're approaching from downhill. He's the only one guarding the castle entrance, SHOOT HIM," Jungkook yelled into his headset.

"I got it, I'll cover you from the east, you take position on the west and let's prepare for the attack," Tae advised.

"Roger," replied Jungkook.

Suddenly they both screamed in unison and broke out in applause. Their new Russian partner had just taken out an entire team of enemy who was approaching them in a sneak attack from behind. Tae wrapped his arm around Jungkook and they high fived. Their hands slapped but didn't immediately release, instead they held on for a few more seconds as they watched the replay of the take down on the television. Just as they were about to engage a new group of enemy combatants, the entire television went black.

"Hey, what the hell?" They both yelled at the television screen. Jungkook was the first to see what was happening. Jimin had entered the room and walked directly over to the television and unplugged it.

"Jiminie, why'd you do…." Jungkook started.

"It's time for us to start queing up for hair and make-up. We have a show to do tonight, remember?" Jimin said behind a spiteful tone.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to shut down our game in the middle. Couldn't you have just told us nicely it was time to end it?" Tae was upset. They hadn't given any notice to their team in Russia and they left them vulnerable to a pending attack with no back up. Tae jumped up to try to plug the television back in.

Jungkook looked at Jimin. Anger was bubbling underneath Jimin's tight expression and he could see it. But for the first time since they had been dating, Jungkook didn't particularly care about Jimin's anger because he felt that Jimin was being a little bit ridiculous. They still had a full hour before they needed to get to hair and make-up. Jungkook smiled at Jimin to show acknowledgement of his concern, but he didn't actually move from his spot. Taehyung had managed to get the television plugged back in. He gave an alert to his Russian team and told them they had to go. He shut the television down again and returned to his seat next to Jungkook.

Tae and Jungkook began playing around. Tae tried to take the remote from him, Jungkook held it up high where Tae couldn't reach. Tae fell over the top of Jungkook's lap and started tickling him to make him release the remote. Jungkook broke out in laughter and began squirming and kicking. Tae ended up straddling him and tickling him even harder.

"Stop, ok, stop, I'll give it to you," Jungkook relented.

Tae stopped tickling him but Jungkook still refused to give him the remote. Tae began tickling him again. Jungkook and Tae were both laughing. The tickling had turned into horseplay where each one was trying to overpower the other. They held hands as Tae tried to push Jungkook all the way down to the ground. Jungkook was much stronger and he was slowly pushing Tae over in the opposite direction as they continued frolicking.

Jimin looked away and began to pace quietly. Jungkook and Taehyung had played around like this for years. None of this was new. But for some reason, Jimin wasn't exactly sure why, this particular occurrence was creating so much anger within him that he couldn't even think straight. Most infuriating of all, the two of them, Tae and Jungkook, paid absolutely no attention to him and his growing irritation.

"Get fucking dressed you two, stop fucking around," Jimin snapped.

Jungkook and Tae stopped and looked up at him. Hoseok who was walking by, stopped and peeped his head into the room to find out what in the world was happening that would cause Jimin to throw F-bombs.

"Ok, that went from 0 to 60," Tae laughed.

Jungkook wanted to smile too, but he knew better. "Sorry Jiminie-ssi, we'll get going," Jungkook apologized.

Tae and Jungkook waited for Jimin to leave the room and once again started mock wrestling. After a few wasteful minutes, they finally frolicked their way to the stylist Noonas to start their hair and make up routine. Tae continued to monopolize Jungkook's interactions. First, he played with Jungkook's hair while the stylist was working on his make-up. Then he sat in Jungkook's lap while Jungkook played on his phone. Jimin re-entered and took a seat in his chair. He kept a casual but watchful eye on Tae and Jungkook as they continued to frolic like mischievous kids. Tae stood behind Jungkook massaging his shoulders directly within Jimin's line of sight. Tae was innocently clueless, but Jungkook could tell that Tae was walking a fine line of irritation where Jimin was concerned. But he wasn't going to tell Tae, his best friend, to stop interacting with him just because it was annoying Jimin. After all, it was Jimin who was over reacting.

Jimin was angry. Jimin remained angry and unable to calm himself despite his attempts; something about seeing Jungkook give his attention to someone else just annoyed him for no rational reason. All throughout hair and make-up, he virtually refused to even look at Jungkook. His boyfriend tried fruitlessly to be playful and get Jimin's attention but his attempts were just pissing him off even more. Jimin was resolute in his anger and there was no relenting.

Such an immature child, Jimin thought to himself. He knew that was an awful thing to think, but he couldn't help it. Their age difference was a sensitive topic for Jungkook and it didn't take much to trigger his insecurities about it. Jimin tried clearing the thoughts from his head, but he was so angry. "If he wants to be a fucking kid, then he can be a fucking kid," the words swirled toxically in Jimin's head like venom in a fresh wound.

The show ahead was going to be a quick three and done which meant three songs, only two with choreo and then they were done. The following day was a scheduled off-day before the kick off of their second tour date. It was expected to be an easy night for the seven members but the tension between Jimin and Jungkook seemed to stain the otherwise care free evening.

The showcase was a shared venue which meant they were performing with quite a few other artists. The Idol industry was a fairly tight knit group and it was common to run into friends and acquaintances during these type of performances. And as Jimin's luck would have it, that was exactly what happened. Just as Jimin got up from the styling chair, he saw a familiar face walk by the opening of their dressing room door. Jimin jumped up and ran to the door, "Chanyeol?" Jimin blared as he saw him down the hallway.

Chanyeol stopped in his tracks and looked back, "JIMINIE? Hey man! I heard OT7 was going to be here. I was hoping I would see you. How are you man?"

"I'm good," Jimin casually pulled Chanyeol into their dressing room to make sure that he was in full view of Jungkook who was still sitting in the make-up chair. The two men embraced tenderly. Jimin checked the mirror off to his right to see if Jungkook was watching then pushed Chanyeol back slightly to take a good look at him, "Well damn, you've been working out. You look great." Jimin ran a hand down Chanyeol's chest. He doubled over in laughter and brushed his head against Chanyeol's shoulder. "You got a couple minutes to catch up? Let's walk." Jimin disappeared through the door with his old friend.

Jungkook had three prevailing thoughts that threatened to overtake him, "Who the fuck was that? Why didn't Jimin introduce them? And why the FUCK was Jimin touching him like that?" His leg started to bounce rapidly as he continued sitting in the chair. His eyes were fixed on the dressing room entrance, waiting for Jimin to reappear. Surely they were just outside and it would be brief insignificant interaction. But as their performance time grew nearer and nearer, Jimin still hadn't returned. In fact, Jungkook didn't see him again until right before they were scheduled to go on stage.

"Where have you been?" Jungkook attacked immediately upon seeing Jimin.

"Catching up with an old friend," Jimin said slyly as he walked away from Jungkook.

"Get set guys, we're up," Namjoon blocked Jungkook's view of Jimin in an attempt to break the tension between them and refocus their attention on the performance.

Jungkook got the message. He quickly focused and began thinking about his choreo. He warmed up his voice a bit and immediately went into performance mode. He knew he could deal with Jimin later, the performance and the fans were the most important thing immediately. All seven men gathered in a circle and stacked their outstretched arms in the middle, "1 2 3, Bangtan," Namjoon led the chant as he did at the beginning of every performance.

Jimin and Jungkook, consummate professionals, very rarely let their personal shit affect them on stage because being on stage was when they were both at their happiest. They loved performing and it often served as a welcome distraction from their personal lives. This performance was no different. The two were flawless, leaving no indication of their disagreement.

Sadly though, Jimin was not finished pushing Jungkook's buttons. At the end of the performance when all of the different K-Pop groups gathered on stage, Jimin chose to move over to stand next to Chanyeol instead of Jungkook. He laughed and flirted, all within ear shot of his rightfully jealous boyfriend. Jungkook stiffened his back in discomfort and tried again to get Jimin's attention; even walking over and standing between the two. But they just looked around him, like he wasn't there and continued talking and laughing.

The group exited the stage. Jimin, still ignoring Jungkook, caught up to Hoseok and walked with him down the hallway back to the dressing rooms. He very blatantly made it clear that he wanted to ride in the car with Hoseok and Tae instead of his regular partner, Jungkook. Jungkook sadly took the hint and trudged sullenly behind Yoongi to share a car with he, Joon and Soekjin. He didn't want to anger Jimin any further and risk an embarrassing explosion.

Immediately when the arrived at the hotel, Jimin jumped out of his car and headed straight for his room, avoiding Jungkook again.

"Jimin!" Jungkook called out to Jimin's back as Jimin ignored him. "Jimin!" Jungkook called out louder and Jimin ignored him again, "JIMIN!" Jungkook yelled so loudly that his voice broke out into an echo over the entire hotel lobby. Jimin still ignored him.

Namjoon grew increasingly uneasy with the interaction between the two. With the slightest gesture, he motioned to Yoongi to keep an eye on them since his room was right next to Jimin's.

Jungkook followed Jimin all the way back to his hotel room begging him to talk. Jimin ignored him the entire way.

"Why are you acting like this? You're insane, what did I even do? I don't even know why you're mad at me?" Jungkook yelled in total frustration.

Before Jimin had a chance to speak, Yoongi appeared out of no where and grabbed Jimin's hotel key out of his hand. He opened Jimin's door, pushed both Jimin and Jungkook into the room and said, "Take this conversation inside, please." He threw Jimin the key and retreated from the room allowing the door to shut behind him.

Jungkook continued angrily, "And why were you all over that guy from the other group? So I guess you're dating him now too? What's going on between you two?"

Yoongi hurried into his adjacent hotel room. He needed to get in position to eavesdrop on the dueling couple. Namjoon was right to worry about Jimin and Jungkook fighting because an argument, if taken too far, could result in one or both of them getting physically injured which would be a nightmare for the tour. It was Yoongi's job to make sure things didn't get out of control. The ferocity in their voices told Yoongi it was going to be a long tenuous night. His only choice was to settle in and be ready. He microwaved a bag of popcorn that was sitting on his kitchenette then moved toward the front of his room to press his ear against the wall adjacent to Jimin's room.

***

Jimin felt that Jungkook was behaving like the petulant child; throwing out baseless accusations and jealous tantrums. It was all so annoying to Jimin that he really didn't want Jungkook there any more, "You know - for you to hate Taemin so much, you sure do act a lot like him. Throwing around accusations just to be a dick," Jimin snapped at Jungkook, "get the hell out of my room Jungkook." Jimin turned his back.

Being compared to Taemin was considered the lowest form of insult to Jungkook. Taemin was a lying, cheating coward and he and Jungkook had nothing in common, and for Jimin to compare them was - over the top. Jungkook's anger rose as he walked closer to Jimin and began yelling at his back, "How dare you compare me to that bastard! I'm nothing like him and you know it. You're just being spiteful jerk." He calmed himself because he didn't want to go too far. He continued down the path of trying to deescalate, "Tell me what's wrong. Tell me what I did. You're so fucking hot and cold, I don't even know anymore." Jungkook shrugged his shoulders in aggravation while kicking over a chair.

***

Yoongi perked up. The sound of tossed furniture was definitely an alarm. He lowered his bag of popcorn and sat at the ready, prepared to run next door should the noise continue..

***

Jimin whirled around, very angry with Jungkook's show of aggression. "Well let me help you, I'm cold. Very cold. Now get out of my room!" Jimin shouted.

"I'm not leaving." Jungkook crossed his arms.

Jimin shouted as loudly as he could, "Jungkook grow the fuck up. I get tired of this shit from you. You have the maturity of a twelve-year old." Jimin regretted the words as soon as they escaped his mouth. He did a quick mental scan to try to figure out how this thing with Junkgook had escalated so quickly. Was all of this really about Tae? As he replayed it in his head, he realized it was ridiculous to be jealous of the relations between Jungkook and Tae; a relationship that predated back before he and Jungkook were ever a couple. Equally ridiculous was the fact that even though Jimin and Tae were best friends as well, something deep within Jimin was triggered when he saw Tae and Jungkook so happy without him. Instead of dealing with his jealousy by talking to Jungkook, he decided to play hurtful games that led them down this dark path. And now here they were. Jimin didn't want to argue with Kookie, so he turned to walk away and softly spoke, "Leave Kookie please, go back to your own room."

As soon as Jimin took one step, he felt Jungkook grab his arm. The grip was so tight, so powerful and so unwavering that Jimin actually let out a small yelp. Jungkook was holding on so tightly to Jimin's wrist that his skin was pinched and turning pink underneath the grasp. "Okay, this is new," Jimin said to himself. What was Jungkook thinking? Jimin had never seen him act this way. He turned on the spot, determined to curse Jungkook and demand that he let go. He raised his fist and came down hard on Jungkook's wrist trying to force him to lose his grip but Jungkook didn't stir. Jimin was about to strike him again when he lifted his eyes to meet Jungkook's face and then - froze.

Tears were flowing from both of Jungkook's big beautiful brown eyes. His quivering bottom lip dampened as the tears rolled past it and fell towards the floor. Jungkook was staring deeply at him which caused Jimin to immediately soften when their eyes met. He took a few silent breaths and then whispered harshly, "GROW UP?" He repeated the words. "You're telling me to GROW UP? After everything you did tonight, I'm the one being told to GROW UP? I did nothing Jimin, yet you felt the need to punish me anyway. Why? Why would you do that?" Jungkook felt the warm tears tickle his cheeks. "Stop crying damnit!" he screamed in his head. "Don't give him the satisfaction. Be strong JungKook. Do not cry. Do NOT cry, DO NOT CRY, DO NOT!" He tried to blink the tears away, but for every tear he blinked away, there was another waiting to take it's place. He steadied his voice and spoke, "Why? Why always with the flirting? You do it constantly. It's your way of punishing me when I haven't done anything to deserve it. You know - it hurts. Why do you intentionally hurt me?" Jungkook continued to battle against the flow of his tears.

Jimin was lost for words. His heart was seared open as he watched the love of his life melt under the pressure of his selfish actions.

***

Meanwhile, next door, Yoongi received a text from Namjoon.

Namjoon to Yoongi: Everything ok? Do we need to intervene?

Yoongi to Namjoon: Nah, no need to intervene. It's all good. Things are starting to calm down

Namjoon to Yoongi: Whew!

Yoongi to Namjoon: I'll keep an eye on things and let you know if it heats up again.

Namjoon to Yoongi: Thanks Yoon, I owe you

Yoongi to Namjoon: Yes, you do. I like beer and Chinese food

Yoongi threw his phone down on his night stand. "If I'm gonna' be stuck all night listening to these two boring assholes, I may as well get drunk," Yoongi spoke to himself. He stepped away from his perched spot on the wall and decided to go rummaging for some liquor. He came across 6 mini bottles of whiskey in the courtesy basket of the hotel room, "YES! Jackpot!" He quietly celebrated as he twisted open the first top from his collection of mini bottles. He microwaved another bag of popcorn, scooped up his whiskey bottles and headed back to his eavesdropping wall. Finally with legs crossed, he re-engaged the couple next door.

***

The conversation in the adjacent room continued.

"I can't lose you after all we've been through, it's just not something I can handle," said Jungkook in full tears now.

Jimin responded reassuringly, "Lose me? Oh Jungkook-ah, do you really think that you would lose me over something like this?"

"Yes." Jungkook spoke just one word. He softened his grip around Jimin's wrist but refused to let go. He didn't speak anymore. His face and his tears said it all.

Jimin felt horrible. He knew he had to fix it. He let out a sigh and lifted his free hand using it to wipe away the tears that were flowing in waterfalls down Jungkook's face, "It's not like that Kookie," Jimin mumbled guiltily. "This is more about me than you. It's going to sound so silly...but....sometimes...I want to be the only one you notice. The only one you need. Ughhh FUCK, I don't know what I'm even saying. I feel like I need more attention and when I don't get it, I don't always behave. This entire thing is so stupid," Jimin was frustrated with himself.

"I don't get it Jiminie. You know you're always the most important person in the room." Jungkook studied Jimin's face trying to understand.

Jimin sighed and spoke quickly almost incoherently, "I was jealous ok?"

Jungkook's mouth opened in shock, "YOU? Jealous? Of what?" The thought actually forced a smile onto his face.

"I got jealous of you (long pause) and...(longer pause)…Tae-Tae. Don't look at me like that. I know it's ridiculous and I have no idea why. I've never felt these feelings before. But I swear tonight, it was like I had an out-of- body experience. All I know is that I couldn't stand to see him touch you. I know, I know, he's my best friend. I know. But sometimes, my insecurity can play tricks on me. It was so dumb and I only made it worse by trying to get back at you with Chanyeol," Jimin said with a silly grin.

"Yeah- that made it worse. Much worse. Like he almost got his ass kicked," Jungkook spoke up.

"Again with the ass kicking? NO Neanderthal. NO!" Jimin wagged his finger in Jungkook's face and giggled.

Jungkook again became serious. He still held Jimin's wrist but more delicately. He took a large step forward so that he could be forehead to forehead with Jimin and then he continued, "You don't ever have to be jealous. You are the most important thing in my world because, I love you." Jungkook had known for a while that he felt this way. It was his mother who, many months ago, was the first to recognize that he was in love with Jimin. It was because of her that he stood there able to speak it aloud with no hesitiation. Now everything was coming full circle and he was finally, after all these years, confessing his love. The words sounded strange and unfamiliar coming from his mouth but he embraced them with his heart and stood firmly behind them.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook's mouth. To say he was stunned to hear this coming from Jungkook was an understatement, "Wha-what did you say?" Jimin knew damn well what he just heard, but for his own selfish reasons, he needed to hear it again.

Jungkook exchanged the grip that he had on Jimin's wrist for a grip of his hand. He faught against the urge to look down at his feet nervously. Instead he stood tall, gazed lovingly into Jimin's eyes and repeated, "I.LOVE.YOU."

Jimin's face broke into the biggest smile. His eyes were absolutely radiating with joy. He began to laugh, "I KNEW IT," he screamed. I knew you loved me too. I knew it."

"Wait, too?" Jungkook picked up on the fact that Jimin had used the word, "too".

"Yes, too, you brat. I've loved you forever. Forever, it's always been you Jungkook." Jimin was serious now. All traces of laughter were erased from his face. "I love you too, Jeon Jungkook," he said in a low sultry voice.

Jimin shook his hand loose from Jungkook's grip and then lifted both of them to bracket Jungkook's face, "I love you so much, I have always loved you, I am deeply in love with you," Jimin kissed him.

"I like the way this sounds, I love you, I love you, I love you," Jungkook played with the words as if they were a new toy. He returned Jimin's kisses.

One kiss became two and before long, the two were locked in a passionate embrace. Clothes began flying everywhere.

"Jungkook-ah, you're sweaty, I think hyung needs to give you a shower," Jimin reached up and kissed the under portion of Jungkook's chin. He traced Jungkook's jugular vein with his lips and kissed him all the way down his neck.

Jungkook threw his head back to expose more of his neck for Jimin to devour, "Yes, please, Hyung, please. I'm dirty. I need a shower."

***

Yoongi could hear the sound of them kissing. He broke out into a drunken round of applause and fell off the edge of his chair. "Oh shit, I fell. My ass cheek hurts now," he slurred drunkenly. The mini bottles of hard liquor had taken their toll on his balance. He slothfully peeled off his stage clothes, kicked off his shoes and loaded himself into the bed. After fighting futily with the tight bed sheets, he settled comfortably before drifting off into a deep stupor. It was quite lucky that Yoongi was able to fall asleep as quickly as he did because the next round of sounds coming from Jimin's room was NOT something he needed to hear.

***

Jimin reached down and began unbuttoning Jungkook's pants. Next, he reached for Jungkook's shirt. He was so hurried to get his shirt off, that he simply ripped it open to save time. Jungkook reciprocated Jimin's passion by tugging at Jimin's clothes and ripping them away from his hard body. Both men were naked by the time they reached the shower. They kissed again passionately as they waited for the water to warm. Jimin pressed Jungkook against the bathroom counter, stepped between his legs and stood there kissing Jungkook's neck. Jungkook leaned over and bit Jimin's shoulder. The fact that they had no scheduled work events magnified their passion because it meant they could be rough with each other. They didn't have to hold back or be conscious of bruises that could be picked up by camaras.

"Fuck. That hurt you brat," Jimin backed Jungkook into the shower. Once inside, he turned Jungkook toward the wall and let him feel his hard dick against his ass. They took turns washing each other and continued kissing and biting. For all of his inexperience, Jungkook was still the best kisser that Jimin had ever encountered in his life.

Jimin's lips traced along Jungkook's spine and bit a path all the way down to the muscular cheeks of Jungkook's ass. He used his hands to part his butt cheeks, exposing his asshole. Jimin lowered himself to his knees and bent Jungkook over. Without warning, he stuck his tongue into Jungkook's tight asshole. He withdrew his tongue and licked all around the opening and then plunged it back into the tight unlubricated space. Jimin had his tongue so far into Jungkook's ass that his entire mouth was pressed up against Jungkook's butt cheeks.

Jungkook let out an excited moan and pressed back against Jimin's tongue. He began stroking himself while Jimin continued to assault his backside. He could feel Jungkook starting to excite. Jimin knocked Jungkook's hand away from his cock. He didn't want any competition.

"Don't touch. That's mine." Jimin smiled as he again withdrew his tongue from the depths of Jungkook's soul. Jimin grabbed the bottom of Jungkook's shaft from the back and held it to hold back his orgasm. He was again teaching Jungkook the fine art of patience. Jimin continued his sloppy wet ass assault until Jungkook could take no more. Without drying off, they made their way back to the bed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," Jimin repeated over and over as he smiled down at his miraculous Jungkook.

Jungkook laid on his back. He was relaxed. He trusted Jimin to do anything that he wanted. There were no boundaries, nothing was off limits. He wondered how far Jimin would be willing to go tonight. Every time the two had been intimate, it was always Jimin who dictated what the limit would be. It was always Jimin who decided what, how and when. Jungkook didn't care. He loved following Jimin's lead. However, he was ready for more. He wanted to be with Jimin in every possible way. Would tonight be the night?

Jimin sat on Jungkook's face. He straddled his head and laid his hard dick across Jungkook's tongue. "Suck," Jimin demanded.

Jungkook opened his mouth obediently and took everything that Jimin had. Jimin fucked Jungkook's mouth like it was the tightest ass in the universe. He pumped in and out watching Jungkook pucker his cheeks. Jimin watched as the big dimples in Jungkook's face became more pronounced each time he sucked in. Jimin felt like he was going to cum at any moment. He withdrew from Jungkook's mouth, turned upside down and crawled back down to Jungkook's dick which was dripping with pre-cum. Jimin lay on top of Jungkook in a sixty-nine position and carefully positioned hisself back into Jungkook's mouth. Simultaneously, Jimin took Jungkook's dick in his mouth. They vacuumed each other's dicks fiercly. Saliva was running from Jimin's mouth down onto Jungkook's balls. Jimin had both balls grasped tightly in his hand as he massaged them. Jungkook grabbed the back of Jimin's ass and was forced Jimin's dick deeper into his mouth.

Jimin wanted them to cum together and although he was ready to explode, he held on and waited. The two had been intimate enough to learn the other's signs of pending orgasm. Jungkook arched his back just slightly and began trying to mumble, "Oh fuck," but he couldn't because Jimin's dick was in his mouth. Jimin took Jungkook's cue and knew it was time to let himself go. He pushed Jungkook to the back of his throat as he felt his own legs begin to tremble. There was a roar coming from his crotch that was growing. He could already feel the warm, salty ocean of liquid that Jungkook deposited into his mouth. The taste of his lover's juices took him over the top. Jimin felt himself unload in Jungkook's throat. He was shaking, trembling and pulsating all at the same time. Jungkook drank every drop of Jimin's cum. He pumped Jungkook's throat a few more times before finally pulling his dick out of his mouth. He turned around and laid on Jungkook's chest, completely exhausted.

"Very good Kookie," Jimin praised his boyfriend. "You've done that before?"

"No." Jungkook quickly responded, "but I've seen it in porn movies."

Jimin laughed so hard that he shook the bed, "Well you've got dick sucking superpowers. You can't just learn that from watching porn," Jimin continued laughing.

"I've always been good with my mouth," They both laughed as Jungkook made a sucking noise with his lips. "Can I stay here tonight?" Jungkook asked a bit seductively.

Jimin typically made Jungkook go back to his own room. He didn't want to take the chance of the staff finding them sharing a room. Even though their relationship known by most of the staff, they still tried to remain respectful by not being blatantly on display.

Jimin answered Jungkook's question in the affirmative, "Please stay Kookie, I want to hold you as I sleep." Jungkook was overjoyed. This was the first time Jimin had ever said yes.

The couple didn't actually get much sleep that night. In fact, they would be together three more times before the evening was over. They couldn't get enough of each other. They were a couple deeply in love.

The two were ecstatic the next morning during breakfast. The rest of the members had never seen them so happy. Both were sporting deep bruises. Jungkook's neck was entirely purple. Jimin had bruises all over both of his thighs, his neck and arms. They tried to cover up but since the next day wasn't a work day, they didn't really make a strong effort. Namjoon saw the bruises on both of them during breakfast. He walked over to Yoongi who was wearing dark sunglasses and nursing a hangover.

"I thought you said they didn't fight?" Namjoon inquired.

"Oh, they didn't," Yoongi responded. He lowered his sunglasses and peered over the top of them. He took one look at the bruises on the two men and laughed. "Looks to me like they just fucked the shit out of each other."

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Namjoon looked at the bruises again, "Damn! That is pretty intense. Must have been a noisy night."

"I was asleep, thank God, didn't hear a thing," Yoongi stated.

"Too bad for you," Namjoon gave a naughty smile.

Jimin looked over the table at Jungkook as he and Tae argued over the last biscuit. Jimin stared at Jungkook to get his attention. Jungkook noticed Jimin staring and looked directly at him with a raised eyebrow. He saw Jimin mouth the words, "I love you."

Jungkook reciprocated by mouthing, "I love you too."