Chapter Text
The moment the sleek black Benz pulled up in front of the campus, it was like the air itself changed.
Heads turned. Conversations paused. Even a few stray birds seemed to stop mid-flight to sneak a peek.
Then, the passenger door opened. Smooth and slow, like a scene straight out of a movie.
Out stepped Park Jimin.
His blonde hair soft and styled just the way he liked it, his cream cardigan fluttering slightly in the breeze, his tote bag swinging at his side. He wasn’t even trying to draw attention, he never really did, but when someone like Jimin stepped out from that kind of car, attention was simply inevitable.
The second his shoes hit the pavement, three very familiar voices shrieked in unison.
“Park Jimin, explain right now!”
“Was that a freakin’ Benz?!”
“Oh my God, you spoiled little—get over here!”
Jimin laughed, not even pretending to act innocent, and made his way across the courtyard where Taehyung, Hoseok, and Seokjin were waiting. Or more accurately plotting his interrogation.
They swarmed him the moment he came within reach.
Taehyung grabbed his arm dramatically. “You can’t just get out of a million-dollar car like that and expect us to stay normal, you brat.”
Seokjin gasped, hands on his hips. “Two years, Jimin. Two years and I still don’t even know what the guy looks like, and I’ve known you since your bangs were crooked and your backpack had bunny pins!”
“I—” Jimin blinked, laughing helplessly. “My bangs were not crooked.”
“They were tragic, but that’s not the point!” Hoseok cut in, eyes narrowed but playful. “The point is, you have a secret boyfriend, you keep getting dropped off in luxury sedans like a kept prince, and we’ve never even seen his face. Not once.”
“Correction. It’s princess,” Jimin grinned. “And you guys sound like jealous exes.”
“More like concerned best friends,” Taehyung corrected. “For all we know, he could be some shady sugar daddy.”
“He’s not!” Jimin groaned, batting at him lightly.
“Then who is he, huh? What’s his name? Why is he a ghost? And why does he only ever show up in an all-black Benz like he’s Batman?” Seokjin demanded, crossing his arms.
“Do you even have a photo of him?” Hoseok added. “Or do we have to hack your phone and find out for ourselves?”
Jimin rolled his eyes, but his smile softened, more genuine. His fingers curled slightly around the strap of his tote bag, the teasing bouncing right off him like it always did when the topic turned to him.
Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “You’re not even denying it. Are we ever gonna get anything out of you? A name? A single blurry photo? A LinkedIn profile?”
“Not happening,” Jimin said smoothly, lips quirking. “And don’t pretend like you haven’t already tried searching every black Benz owner in the city.”
Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “He’s older than you, right?”
Jimin hesitated for half a second, then nodded. “Yeah. He is.”
“How much older?” Hoseok pressed, curious.
There was a pause. Just long enough to make it seem like Jimin was weighing whether to say it. Then, with a small shrug, he replied, “Let’s just say he was already building a company when I was still worrying about my entrance exams.”
Taehyung blinked. “So, like… seriously older.”
“He’s 32.”
“Okay, you’re 21. Old enough to make your own decisions. But, are you safe?” Taehyung asked, his tone shifting. “And I don’t just mean physically. I mean… all of it. Are you happy?”
The teasing faded.
Jimin looked up then, meeting his eyes, and then Seokjin’s, and Hoseok’s too. His smile didn’t disappear. If anything, it bloomed into something softer.
“I’m safer than I’ve ever been,” he said honestly. “And happier than I ever thought I could be.”
The sincerity in his voice must’ve been enough, because all three of them softened at once.
“Alright,” Hoseok said, exhaling slowly. “You know we support you no matter what. We just—”
“Worry,” Seokjin finished.
Jimin nodded, touched. “I know. I love you guys for it.”
They didn’t press further, though Taehyung did mutter something about needing to “accidentally bump into Jimin’s boyfriend soon.”
Jimin smiled to himself.
He hadn’t meant to keep Jeongguk a secret. It just sort of… happened that way. The man wasn’t exactly the type to take selfies or post pictures, and Jimin had gotten so used to protecting what mattered to him. Not because he was ashamed or unsure, but because he didn’t want anything tainting the one thing in his life that finally felt right.
The reason no one had seen Jeongguk yet wasn’t because their relationship was a secret.
Not exactly.
It wasn’t like Jeongguk was hiding Jimin either, or ashamed of him. In fact, it was quite the opposite. If Jeongguk had it his way, he’d have been holding Jimin’s hand in broad daylight, feeding him strawberries in front of strangers, kissing his cheek at every stoplight just because he could.
But Jimin had asked for privacy.
Not because he was embarrassed, but because Jeongguk wasn’t just anybody.
He was Jeon Jeongguk. CEO of a rapidly expanding tech conglomerate, frequently in the press, known for his polished image and ruthless intelligence. If someone were to connect the dots between the intimidating businessman and the sweet-faced college student he adored… things could get messy.
And Jimin didn’t want that. Not for either of them.
So one night, during one of their serene evenings, Jimin curled up in Jeongguk’s lap, their takeout half-finished on the table, he looked up at him and said gently, “Do you think we could just… keep things lowkey for now? Just in public, I mean.”
Jeongguk had blinked down at him, one arm loosely cradling his waist. “Why?”
“I just think we need to be careful. You’re a public figure, and people like to twist things. I don’t want your name dragged into anything. Or mine.”
For a long second, Jeongguk had just looked at him. Not hurt, not offended. Just thoughtful.
Then, without hesitation, he nodded. “Okay.”
Jimin had blinked. “Really?”
“Of course,” Jeongguk said softly, brushing a thumb along the curve of his cheek. “I’d rather walk ten steps behind you than risk you feeling uncomfortable at my side.”
That was one of the many things Jimin loved about him.
Because Jeongguk could be intense. He could be bold, protective, and a little too ready to burn the world down for Jimin’s sake. But when it came to Jimin’s wants , his comfort , his needs , he never argued.
Even if it went against every instinct in his body.
He didn’t care about the cameras, or the whispers, or the headlines.
But if Jimin said, “Let’s be careful,” then careful they would be.
Not once had he made Jimin feel guilty for it.
Not when he had to watch other guys hover around his boyfriend on campus. Not when he wasn’t allowed to wrap his arm around Jimin in crowded cafés. Not even when all he wanted was to lean in and kiss the sleepy pout off Jimin’s lips at a red light.
He still respected it.
Still held back.
Because he was amazing like that.
Jimin still remembered the night they met. It had been late, a Friday, and the bar was packed with impatient customers and rowdy laughter. Jimin was barely keeping up, weaving through tables with ease, his apron tied around his waist and exhaustion pressing behind his eyes. He hadn’t even noticed the man at the counter at first. Tall, quiet, and so sharply dressed he looked out of place.
Until he spoke.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Jimin looked up, startled. “I’m working.”
Jeongguk smiled. “Then something after your shift, maybe?”
Jimin hesitated. He didn’t usually entertain that kind of attention. Not when he was on duty, not when he was already dead on his feet.
But the man didn’t push. He just nodded, thanked him politely, and left a generous tip without a word.
And then he came back.
Again and again.
Never obnoxious, never entitled. Always just… kind. Patient. Making small talk when Jimin wasn’t busy. Waiting until closing hours just to offer him a drink he always declined. Until eventually, one night, Jimin sat down after locking up and said, “You’re really persistent, huh?”
“Only when something’s worth it,” Jeongguk replied, lips curving just slightly.
Jimin didn’t fall for him overnight.
He was hesitant because Jeongguk was older, and rich , and carried himself like someone who was used to the world bending for him. And Jimin… wasn’t used to having anything bend for him at all.
But Jeongguk never made him feel small.
He never made Jimin feel like he owed him anything. Not his time, not his number, not even a smile.
He just listened. Made room for Jimin’s walls. Let him take his time.
And when Jimin finally gave in, just a little, agreed to dinner, let Jeongguk hold his hand, he discovered something even scarier than being pursued by someone so out of his league.
He discovered peace.
The kind that made him feel safe just by existing in someone’s orbit.
Jeongguk picked him up after his shifts. Helped him with study materials when he was drowning in exams. Held his hand when his part-time job cut his hours and money was tight. Never judged. Never complained. Never asked for more than Jimin was willing to give.
He called him “baby” or “princess” like it meant the world to him. He ran baths for him when he was too tired to move. He kissed his temple every morning as if it was the most important thing in the world.
It was no wonder Jimin fell.
He fell harder than he ever expected to.
And as he stood there now, listening to his friends tease and worry and joke about his “mystery boyfriend,” he couldn’t help but feel warm.
Because they didn’t know half of it.
They didn’t know how Jeongguk waited outside the library in his car for hours on end, engine running, just to make sure Jimin didn’t have to walk home alone in the dark. How he tucked snacks into his coat pocket when he had late lectures. How he once drove across the city to bring Jimin a charger and a cup of coffee when he was pulling an all-nighter on campus.
They didn’t know how Jeongguk always said, “You’re my favorite thing to come home to,” like it was a truth carved into stone.
But Jimin knew.
He knew it all, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
The clock on Jimin’s desk blinked at him.
12:43 a.m.
It was quiet in the room, save for the sound of paper rustling, a pen scratching furiously over notes, and the frustrated ugh that kept slipping out of Jimin’s mouth every few minutes.
He was seated at the small white desk beside his bed, hunched over, brows drawn together in frustration. There were already five—no, six —crumpled pieces of paper on the floor, a mess of color-coded highlighters scattered across the surface, and his laptop opened to a paused lecture video he’d already rewatched three times.
Jimin groaned again, hand running through his hair for the fifth time that hour.
He had been trying. Really trying to finalize his notes on long-term synaptic changes in the hippocampus, specifically the role of neurotransmitter imbalances in memory formation and cognitive decline. But the words were starting to blur, and his brain refused to cooperate. For someone who was the top neuroscience student at one of the most competitive universities in South Korea, he sure felt like the dumbest person alive right now.
He reached for his pen again, only to drop it, and then pressed his forehead against the desk with a defeated whimper.
That was when he felt it.
Two strong arms wrapping around his waist.
Lips pressing against the side of his neck.
A chin resting on his shoulder.
Jimin gulped.
“Mm,” came Jeongguk’s voice, soft and just a little raspy. “What’s my princess stressing about?”
Jimin didn’t even try to resist the way he melted instantly in his boyfriend’s arms. He leaned back against his chest, tilting his head up to look at him through his lashes, lips pouting.
“I’ve been trying to figure something out for hours,” Jimin mumbled, voice small. “It’s about the long-term synaptic changes in the hippocampus, like how neurotransmitter imbalances affect memory, but the case study we were assigned has, like, five contradicting points, and my brain hurts and I’m gonna fail .”
“You’re not gonna fail,” Jeongguk said calmly, brushing the tip of his nose against Jimin’s cheek.
“You don’t know that,” Jimin grumbled.
“I do,” Jeongguk smiled, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Just a peck.
“Let me try,” he said after, still close. “Wanna see if I can help?”
Jimin blinked at him, a little surprised.
“You’re… gonna help me with neuroscience ?”
Jeongguk raised an eyebrow. “I may not be a brain expert, but I’m a pretty good problem-solver.”
Jimin rolled his eyes with a soft snort. “Fine. But don’t be mad if it’s boring.”
“I sit in board meetings with seventy-year-old men arguing over fonts. I’ll live.”
Jimin chuckled and scooted over on the chair. Jeongguk sat beside him, his expression shifting from sleepy to focused as he looked down at the scribbled mess of Jimin’s notes.
Meanwhile, Jimin looked at him.
It was honestly unfair.
Jeongguk had clearly just gotten out of the shower, hair slightly damp, curling behind his ears. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of low-hanging gray sweatpants that clung to his hips in all the worst/best ways. His tan skin looked amazing under the soft lamp light, tattoos trailing from his pec down his ribs, all the way to his abs.
And those piercings…
God.
His lip ring caught the light when he bit down on his lower lip, eyes narrowing in concentration as he read over a graph Jimin had circled in red. His brows furrowed the same way they did when he was running numbers for a contract, and the sharp edge of his jaw flexed just a little.
Jimin was absolutely not studying.
He was staring.
From the soft slope of his boyfriend’s nose to his dark lashes to the curve of his lips and then… lower. His mouth definitely watered a little.
“Baby,” Jeongguk said without looking up. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not gonna be able to focus.”
Jimin startled, ears turning red. “I wasn’t—!”
“You were,” Jeongguk murmured, finally glancing at him. He looked amused, and very aware.
Jimin groaned, slapped his hands over his face. “It’s your fault for being so—so hot. What do you want me to do?!”
Jeongguk grinned and leaned forward, gripping Jimin gently by the waist and pulling him onto his lap in one smooth motion. “My fault, huh?”
Before Jimin could even squeak, Jeongguk kissed him.
His lips were soft, but the kiss wasn’t. His hand slipped beneath the hem of Jimin’s oversized sleep shirt, fingers brushing over the skin of his lower back as his mouth moved against his, coaxing.
Jimin gasped, hands curling around Jeongguk’s neck instinctively, head tilting to deepen the kiss. He could feel the cool press of Jeongguk’s lip ring against his own, the slow drag of his mouth, the scrape of teeth that made his toes curl.
His thighs squeezed slightly around Jeongguk’s, heart thumping wildly.
But then, just when Jimin was about to melt completely, Jeongguk pulled away.
His eyes were dark, half-lidded, a slight flush on his neck. His chest was rising and falling slowly. Controlled, even though Jimin could tell he didn’t want to stop.
“You’ve got an exam tomorrow,” he said softly, voice a little rough.
Jimin blinked up at him, dazed. “So?”
“So,” Jeongguk leaned forward again and kissed his temple, “if you keep looking at me like that, we’re not gonna make it to tomorrow.”
Jimin groaned dramatically, burying his face in his shoulder.
“Fine. But I want more kisses after.”
“You can have as many as you want,” Jeongguk said. “Just focus first, baby.”
Somehow, Jimin did.
They sat side by side, Jeongguk helping him sift through the notes with a calmness that soothed Jimin’s overworked brain. He had a way of breaking things down without sounding condescending, using metaphors and simple logic that somehow made everything click.
In just under thirty minutes, he had solved the exact section Jimin had been stuck on for three hours.
Jimin blinked at the page.
Then blinked again, and then turned to Jeongguk and smacked his arm.
“Ow! What was that for?”
Jimin glared at him, but his mouth was twitching. “What can’t you do?!”
Jeongguk just laughed, eyes crinkling, his voice warm with amusement.
“Fall out of love with you,” he said, and kissed the top of his head again.
They had been living together for six months now.
Six months of waking up in the same bed. Six months of sleepy morning kisses, mismatched mugs of coffee, and routines that slowly tangled their lives together.
Jimin had finally moved into Jeongguk’s penthouse.
But it hadn’t been easy getting him there.
For all his sass and sweetness, Jimin was fiercely independent. Stubborn to a fault. The idea of living with someone—no, relying on someone—had stirred up a fear in him he couldn’t quite put into words.
He remembered sitting cross-legged on Jeongguk’s plush couch months ago, refusing to meet his eyes as he muttered, “I don’t want to be a burden.”
Jeongguk had gone very still beside him. Then gently reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear before saying, “Being a burden and letting yourself be loved are two different things, princess.”
Jimin didn’t know what to say to that.
So he just sat there, until Jeongguk added, even softer, “You don’t have to earn a home with me. You already have one.”
And the worst part was Jimin wanted to live with him. Had wanted to for so long it made his chest squeeze painfully sometimes. But he’d been scared.
Scared that the magic would fade if they saw each other every day. That their sweet love would dull under the weight of grocery lists and toothpaste caps and daily routines. That the space between them would shrink until there was nothing left to miss.
But none of that happened.
Jeongguk never let it happen.
Because Jeongguk… God, Jeongguk made everything easy.
He wasn’t perfect, no. He forgot to put the towels back sometimes and had a bad habit of leaving his protein shake bottles half-finished on the counter. But he always left sticky notes on the fridge when he left early. Always filled the penthouse with music while he cooked, humming under his breath with that deep, lovely voice. Always waited until Jimin was finished with class to start the laundry, just in case the machine was too loud.
He made Jimin breakfast on exam days, even if it was just toast and juice.
He never judged the mess Jimin made while studying, just kissed his head and asked if he needed a break.
And every night, even if they were both exhausted, Jeongguk still crawled into bed and reached for him like it was instinct.
“C’mere,” he’d whisper, already pulling Jimin close.
Tonight was no different.
Jimin had finally finished his exam prep, his desk littered with notes and scribbles and one highlighter that had rolled all the way under the bed. He was too tired to care. He barely made it to the bathroom to brush his teeth before crawling into bed beside Jeongguk, who was already lying there shirtless, scrolling on his phone with his glasses slipping down his nose.
Jimin climbed over him without warning, dropping onto his chest with a loud, exaggerated groan.
Jeongguk huffed a laugh, locking his phone and tossing it aside. “Rough day, princess?”
“Don’t talk to me,” Jimin muttered, face buried against his collarbone. “I hate the hippocampus.”
Jeongguk grinned and ran his hand up and down Jimin’s back, slow and soothing. “You aced it already. You just don’t know it yet.”
“Liar.”
“Genius.”
Jimin pouted, curling closer, arms around Jeongguk’s middle.
“Thank you for helping me.”
“Anything for my baby.”
It was stupid, probably. How safe he felt here. How warm. How easy it was to fall asleep like this. Skin to skin, heart to heart.
He didn’t say it, but he was thinking it.
That for all his fears, he had no regrets.
Moving in had been the best decision he ever made.
“Night, princess,” Jeongguk murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Jimin smiled softly against his chest. “Night.”
Jimin didn’t even try to hide his grin.
He’d aced the exams.
No. He’d perfected it. Full score. Highest marks in the class. Professor Kang had literally pulled him aside after class to ask if she could use his paper as a model answer for next year’s batch.
It was so unreal he’d blinked at his professor twice before it sank in. All those sleepless nights, all the hair-pulling and all the spirals he had emotionally dragged himself through… for what?!
Because now he was walking across campus with his friends while they screamed.
“You’re such a liar!” Taehyung accused, shoving his shoulder. “You had us thinking you were gonna fail—fail, Jimin! And then you perfected the hardest exam of the semester?!”
Hoseok clutched his chest. “I haven’t felt betrayal this deep since Seokjin drank my last banana milk.”
“I apologized for that!” Seokjin hissed, but then turned to Jimin, eyes wide. “But seriously, Jimin. Full marks? On Kang’s exam? You’re crazy.”
Jimin was glowing—his cheeks flushed, smile bright, hands tugging nervously at the hem of his sweater. “I didn’t think I would, I swear! I was stuck on that one section for hours, remember?”
“You were in hell,” Taehyung laughed. “You literally told me you wanted to delete your brain.”
“I still do,” Jimin mumbled, covering his face. “But yeah, I guess I kinda… did okay.”
“You were perfect,” Seokjin corrected.
“Ugh,” Hoseok groaned, throwing his arms up. “What’s your secret?! Is it brain supplements? Meditation? A deal with the devil?”
Jimin glanced sideways, smirked, and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear like he was in a commercial.
“My boyfriend helped me.”
Dead silence.
And then...
“AaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! ”
The three of them practically tackled him at once.
“NO. STOP. NO WAY. ”
“You mean to tell us that your rich mysterious boyfriend isn’t just hot and loaded but also smart as hell?! ”
“Are you hoarding all the good men, Park Jimin?!”
“Leave some for the rest of us!”
Jimin shrieked with laughter as they clung to him from all sides. “Get off! You’re all annoying!”
“Disgusting. You’re so in love, and it’s gross.”
“You’re annoying for being this lucky!”
“Let us borrow him for tutoring. Just once!”
Jimin gasped, eyes widening dramatically. “No! ” he snapped, smacking their arms one by one. “He’s mine. Mine.”
“Possessive,” Seokjin sang, grinning. “God, you’re such a brat.”
Taehyung looped an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “You would get possessive once you saw how many people would throw themselves at a sexy, smart, rich man.”
“Exactly,” Jimin said with a satisfied little hum, nose in the air. “Wouldn’t you?”
They were still giggling, still teasing, still basking in Jimin’s academic glory as they made their way down the quad, until they turned a corner and bumped into a group of boys from the performing arts department.
“Hey,” one of them grinned, clearly eyeing Jimin from head to toe. “Aren’t you that guy from the top neuro class? No wonder you’re smart, you look like you don’t sleep.”
Another laughed. “Pretty and stressed. That’s hot.”
Jimin’s smile instantly fell. “Uh…”
“Wanna celebrate together?” one said, leaning in. “I know a place. Private—”
“No thanks,” Jimin muttered, stepping back.
But they didn’t stop.
One reached out, hand extended like he had the right to touch. Jimin grimaced, about to swat it away only for a much larger hand to grab the guy’s wrist mid-air.
Everyone froze.
And when they turned, there he was.
Jeon Jeongguk.
Majestic as ever, clad in a sleek, black wool coat that fell just below the knee, unbuttoned to reveal a crisp charcoal turtleneck and slacks tailored so perfectly they might’ve been sewn directly onto his body. His boots clicked against the stone path. His piercings glinted in the afternoon sun.
And his dark eyes?
Cold. Unamused.
“Don’t touch him,” he said, voice low, the kind that made your stomach drop.
Jimin should’ve been mortified.
But God, he looked too good like this.
The guys backed off instantly, eyes wide, bodies stiff.
Jeongguk didn’t even look at them again. Just released the boy’s wrist with a disgusted scoff, stepping protectively in front of Jimin, as if shielding him from everything.
The group scattered, muttering apologies before disappearing altogether.
Jimin blinked, stunned, mouth slightly open. “…Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk turned to him slowly. The anger melted from his face the moment their eyes met, guilt replacing it just as fast.
“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know we said we’d stay lowkey, but I—” he exhaled. “I lost my temper.”
“Why?”
Jeongguk’s brows drew together. “Because even the most patient man has limits. And I hate it, princess. I hate it when people look at you like that. Let alone try to touch you.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed deep pink. His heart flipped upside down.
Before he could even say anything, he realized his friends were still standing there.
Mouths wide open.
Taehyung looked at Jeongguk. Then at Jimin. Then back to Jeongguk again.
Seokjin whispered, “What the fuck. ”
Jimin stuttered, panicking slightly. “Uh—okay, this is—”
But Jeongguk just smiled, calm and composed, and placed a hand on Jimin’s waist, pulling him close.
“Jeon Jeongguk,” he said, extending a hand toward the group. “Jimin’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you.”
It was over.
Hoseok actually squealed. “That’s your boyfriend ?!”
“Oh my God.”
“We thought you were dating, like—an ugly old man or something!”
“You mean to tell us this is the mystery man?!”
“What the fuck, Jimin?!”
Jimin slapped their arms halfheartedly as they shook Jeongguk’s hand one by one, still looking like they couldn’t breathe properly.
Taehyung muttered, “He’s hotter than the guy I imagined in my mind, I’m actually mad.”
“I have never been more jealous of anyone in my life,” Seokjin sighed.
But Jeongguk just laughed, not at all offended, and after a beat, said, “You guys all just finished your exams, right?”
They nodded, still slightly dazed.
“Then let me treat you to dinner,” Jeongguk said. “I’ve been meaning to thank you all for being good to Jimin.”
They all froze.
“W-Wait, what? No, we couldn’t possibly—”
“It’s fine,” Jeongguk smiled. “Really. I want to. You deserve it.”
Jimin rolled his eyes fondly. “He means he already made reservations.”
“You knew we’d say yes?”
“I knew you’d need convincing.”
“…We’re not gonna say no now,” Taehyung whispered. “Right? Right? ”
So they didn’t.
The car ride was quiet at first, mostly filled with nervous glances and the occasional laugh from the back seat. Taehyung, Hoseok, and Seokjin were squished together, all very aware of their slightly wrinkled hoodies and sneakers as Jeongguk drove, perfectly composed in his pressed slacks and black button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, one hand on the wheel and the other casually resting on the center console.
Jimin sat in the front passenger seat, pouting hard.
“This is so over the top,” he mumbled, smacking Jeongguk’s thigh with the back of his hand. “You could’ve picked anywhere and you chose this place? Baby, they have forks for soup.”
“It’s called a spoon, princess,” Jeongguk replied with a grin, eyes focused on the road, his hands on Jimin’s thigh.
“You know what I mean,” Jimin hissed under his breath, sneaking a glance at the back seat where his friends were trying very hard not to laugh. “We’re so underdressed, they’re gonna think we broke in.”
Jeongguk leaned over a little and kissed Jimin’s cheek without warning as the car stopped at a red light. “You look perfect. They all do.”
Jimin blinked, cheeks blooming pink, while Hoseok bit his lip and muttered a low, “Oh my God,” and Taehyung nudged Seokjin with a whisper, “Did you see that?”
“You’re impossible,” Jimin murmured, trying to hide his smile.
Jeongguk reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I just wanted to treat all of you. You’re doing great in uni. It’s worth celebrating.”
Jimin didn’t reply, just squeezed back, the warmth in his chest making it too hard to speak.
When they arrived at the restaurant, it was everything Jimin had feared. Tall glass walls, valet service, waiters in tuxedos, and ambient lighting that made everything feel like it belonged on a magazine cover.
They were led to a private table near the back, a corner booth surrounded by curtains and candles on the table.
And yeah, okay. It was fancy.
But the moment Jeongguk sat down and asked, “Should I order starters for the table? You’ve probably never been here before, right?” something changed.
Because he didn’t say it in a smug way. He wasn’t flaunting the fact that he clearly knew the menu like the back of his hand. He was smiling, tilting the menu to show the others and pointing at his favorites.
“This one’s a bit spicy,” he told Taehyung, “but really flavorful. You like spicy, right?”
Taehyung blinked. “How do you—?”
“Jimin told me,” Jeongguk said simply.
“And you like sweet stuff,” he added, glancing at Hoseok. “I was thinking the glazed duck might be good.”
Hoseok looked at Jimin in awe. “You talk about us to him?”
Jimin sipped his water, eyes wide. “Is that a crime?”
Seokjin smirked. “We thought all you two did was make out and eat cheesecake.”
Jeongguk chuckled, eyes crinkling in that boyish way that made Jimin want to melt into the floor. “There’s… a lot of cheesecake. But he does talk about you. A lot, actually.”
“Oh my God,” Jimin muttered, covering his face.
“And he does this thing,” Jeongguk continued, glancing at the others, “when he talks about you. He gets all excited and his voice gets high, and he talks with his hands especially when he tells me about something funny Seokjin said or did.”
Seokjin beamed. “I am funny.”
“Undisputed,” Jeongguk nodded.
The rest of the night went exactly like that.
Despite the age gap. Despite the money. Despite the status. Jeongguk was just... easy.
He laughed at all of Seokjin’s jokes, even the bad ones. He asked Hoseok what classes he was taking and nodded seriously when he talked about dance electives and neuroscience crossover. He even complimented Taehyung’s phone wallpaper, which spiraled into a ten-minute discussion about vintage aesthetics and art photography.
But most of all, Jeongguk was attentive to Jimin.
He helped Jimin tuck his chair in. Passed him his drink without being asked. Rubbed small circles into the back of his hand while they waited for dessert. Even gently wiped a tiny smear of sauce from the corner of his lips, completely unbothered by the gasps and teasing that followed.
“Oh my God, ” Seokjin whispered. “He’s so in love with you, it’s disgusting. ”
Jimin kicked him under the table.
But it was true.
Jeongguk was smiling at him, hand resting comfortably on Jimin’s thigh under the table, completely content.
“You guys really thought I was dating an ugly old man?” Jimin asked, sipping his wine.
“I hoped you weren’t,” Taehyung said. “But like… who would’ve guessed this? Like this?! ”
Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “Is that a compliment?”
“It’s a thirsty compliment,” Hoseok said bluntly. “But yes.”
Everyone laughed.
As they walked out after dinner, the valet returned Jeongguk’s car with a low bow, and Jimin smacked Jeongguk’s arm again for tipping him too much.
“You’re insane,” he said. “This whole night was insane.”
Jeongguk leaned down and kissed his temple. “Was it good insane or bad insane?”
Jimin rolled his eyes, but his smile was soft. “Spoiled insane.”
“Good,” Jeongguk said, opening the door for him.
Taehyung, Hoseok, and Seokjin piled into the back again, still a little dazed.
“Okay,” Seokjin whispered. “I’m a Jeongguk fan now.”
“I’ve been converted,” Hoseok nodded.
“He’s sweet and hot,” Taehyung sighed. “We’re doomed.”
Jeongguk reached for Jimin’s hand once more, lacing their fingers together as he drove them all home, the city lights flickering outside like stars that had come down to meet them.
As soon as the door to the penthouse shut behind them, Jimin didn’t waste a single second. He grabbed Jeongguk by the shoulders, fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his coat, and slammed him against the wall. Though as forceful as it looked, Jeongguk could feel the restraint in Jimin’s hands.
Jeongguk gasped, his back hitting the wall with a thud. His eyes widened for a split second at Jimin’s sudden boldness, but almost immediately, that familiar cocky expression spread across his face. His lips curled into a smirk. Smug, wicked, and sexy as fuck.
“Well, well…” Jeongguk drawled, tilting his head slightly, his voice low and teasing as he looked down at Jimin. “Is this my reward for being a good boyfriend today?”
Jimin rolled his eyes, a flush creeping up his neck at how easily Jeongguk could get under his skin even in moments like this. “Shut up,” he muttered, his tone sharp but fond, and before Jeongguk could say anything else, Jimin leaned up and kissed him.
Once. Twice.
Then, without a word, Jimin dropped to his knees in front of him.
Jeongguk cursed immediately, the sound slipping past his lips before he could stop himself. “Fuck…” His head tilted down, dark eyes watching Jimin with growing heat as his own breath stuttered.
Jimin’s hands moved slowly, almost lazy in the way he palmed Jeongguk through his tailored slacks, fingers pressing against the growing hardness there. Jeongguk’s head thudded lightly against the wall as he let it fall back, his throat working as he swallowed hard, another curse spilling out of his mouth.
Jimin’s lips tugged into a smug little smile. “I haven’t even done anything yet,” he said, his voice low and teasing, eyes flicking up to meet Jeongguk’s. “You’re already hard, baby. Do you want me that much?”
Jeongguk let out a short laugh, breathless, his gaze locked on Jimin like he couldn’t look away. He loved when Jimin got sassy, and completely in control despite how soft he usually was with him.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk said finally, voice rough with want, no hesitation in his words. “I want you so fucking bad.”
That was all Jimin needed to hear. His fingers moved swiftly, unbuckling Jeongguk’s belt with ease. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed in the silence of the room as he tugged the leather free. His hands worked his way down to Jeongguk’s slacks, unbuttoning them and tugging the zipper down slowly, teasingly, before he pressed his face close and licked Jeongguk’s cock through his underwear.
Jeongguk hissed, his fingers curling slightly against the wall behind him, fighting the urge to grab Jimin’s hair and just push.
Jimin looked up at him through his lashes as he dragged his tongue slowly along the outline of Jeongguk’s cock. That look alone could’ve undone Jeongguk right there. Jimin’s pretty eyes, dark with lust, paired with the soft, sinful curl of his lips as he mouthed at him through the fabric.
When Jimin finally hooked his fingers into Jeongguk’s waistband and tugged his underwear down, Jeongguk’s cock sprang free. Jimin stopped breathing for half a second as he stared, and despite the fact that he had seen it countless times, and had felt it inside him more times than he could count, his mouth still watered, and a nervous flutter twisted low in his stomach.
You couldn’t really blame him. Jeongguk was big.
Jeongguk tilted his head slightly, watching Jimin’s expression with a lazy expression. “Think you can take it, princess?” he asked, his tone smug.
But Jimin didn’t even let him finish the sentence.
Without a single word, Jimin wrapped his lips around Jeongguk’s cock and swallowed him down in one smooth motion, taking as much of him as he could.
“Fuck, baby,” Jeongguk moaned, loud and unrestrained this time, his voice breaking just slightly as his head fell back against the wall again. That moan alone sent a rush of heat straight through Jimin, his own cock hardening almost painfully in his pants as he began to move, his tongue pressing and dragging along every inch he could reach.
Jeongguk looked like he was already falling apart.
His hands twitched against the wall, fingers curling as he tried to keep them there, trying to let Jimin do whatever he wanted. But when Jimin hollowed his cheeks and took him even deeper, Jeongguk couldn’t help himself anymore. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jimin’s hair, his other hand clutching desperately at the wall.
The veins in his hands stood out, running along his forearms, and the muscles in his neck flexed, his jaw tight. His self-control hanging by a thread as he tried so fucking not to thrust into Jimin’s mouth.
“Princess…” Jeongguk groaned, his voice rough and breaking, like it was torn from his chest.
But Jimin only pushed further, taking him deeper until he was choking around Jeongguk’s cock, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He coughed once against him but didn’t stop, didn’t want to stop. Instead, he looked up through watery lashes, and his expression, smug and wicked, said it all. He was proud of himself, pleased with the way Jeongguk’s composure was unraveling bit by bit. Every time Jeongguk moaned, every shaky breath he took, Jimin’s lips curled as if he had won some battle.
He reached up then, wrapping one hand around the base of Jeongguk’s cock while still sucking him down, jerking him in rhythm with his mouth. Jeongguk’s hips jerked involuntarily at the sensation, a guttural curse spilling out.
“Holy fuck, baby…” Jeongguk gasped, his voice lower now, almost hoarse. “You’re so fucking good at this… fuck, look at you. Look at how fucking perfect you are for me, my pretty baby, taking me so well.”
Jimin’s cock twitched in his pants at the praise, heat pooling in his stomach. He tightened his grip on Jeongguk, jerking him faster as he bobbed his head, saliva dripping down his chin. He was a sight—mouth full, face flushed, drool shining on his lips and chin, and yet somehow he managed to make it look hot as hell.
Jeongguk swore he was seeing stars. The way Jimin looked right now, kneeling in front of him, his cock buried in that sinful mouth was enough to drive anyone insane.
“Shit, princess. I’m close,” Jeongguk hissed. He tugged Jimin’s hair back, pulling him off his cock, and the sight that greeted him almost made him spill right then and there.
Jimin’s lips were swollen and wet, his cheeks flushed a deep pink, and his eyelids were heavy, hooded with lust. His watery eyes glistened as he looked up at Jeongguk, and his chest rose and fell quickly with uneven breaths. He looked wrecked. Wrecked and so fucking horny.
“Why’d you stop me?” Jimin’s voice was hoarse, his tone almost petulant, as if Jeongguk had just taken away his favorite toy.
But Jeongguk didn’t answer. Instead, he moved fast.
He grabbed Jimin by the arms and pulled him up with ease, making Jimin gasp in surprise. But instinct kicked in immediately; Jimin’s legs wrapped around Jeongguk’s waist, his arms hooking around Jeongguk’s neck as their lips crashed together. The kiss was messy, and heated. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling, both of them tasting themselves and each other.
Jeongguk’s steps were steady as he carried Jimin across the room, his hands gripping his thighs tightly. Jimin clung to him, kissing him back with equal fervor, soft whimpers escaping against Jeongguk’s lips as his own cock rubbed against Jeongguk’s stomach through his pants.
When Jeongguk finally reached the bed, he lowered Jimin slowly, letting his back fall against the mattress. But the moment Jimin landed, Jeongguk was on him again, kissing him hard, one hand cradling his jaw while the other pressed into the mattress beside him for balance. Their tongues slid against each other, wet and hot, each kiss growing hungrier than the last.
Then, Jeongguk pulled back, his lips trailing downward.
He pressed slow kisses along Jimin’s jaw, down his neck, sucking gently at the soft skin there, leaving faint marks that made Jimin shiver. His lips moved lower, over his collarbone, across his chest, nipping and licking Jimin’s nipples that had Jimin gasping.
Jeongguk continued kissing down his stomach, muscles twitching under the feather-light touches. His fingers made quick work of Jimin’s pants, tugging them down along with his underwear until Jimin was bare beneath him.
Jeongguk’s large hand wrapped around Jimin’s cock, and for a second, he paused, almost amused. It looked so small in his hand, his thick fingers curling around it easily, and if Jimin wasn’t so worked up, he might’ve been embarrassed. But right now, he didn’t care, his need drowned out everything else.
Jimin bucked his hips up, desperate, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. “Jeongguk, baby, please…” he whined, his voice breaking with impatience.
Jeongguk pushed his hips back down with one firm hand, his grip strong enough to hold him in place. “Be patient, princess,” he said, his tone soft but commanding, and Jimin whimpered, his lips pushing into a frustrated pout.
Jeongguk leaned back up for a moment, kissing him once more before pulling away again.
His hand moved, stroking Jimin’s cock a few times, drawing out a loud, needy moan from him. Jeongguk’s cock twitched, throbbing painfully.
Then, without another word, Jeongguk lowered his head and licked at the tip of Jimin’s cock, his tongue circling teasingly before dragging down along the underside.
“Ah—fuck,” Jimin cried out, his back arching off the bed as his fingers clutched at Jeongguk’s hair.
Jeongguk groaned low in his throat, his own cock aching at the sight in front of him. Jimin was trembling slightly, his flushed chest rising and falling, his pretty face contorted with pleasure, soft cries slipping past his swollen lips.
Fuck, Jeongguk thought, his cock leaking pre-cum just from the view alone.
Jeongguk kept his mouth wrapped around Jimin’s cock, sucking him slow and deep, his tongue swirling around the head every time he pulled back. Jimin was already a moaning mess, his thighs trembling slightly under Jeongguk’s hold, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white.
But Jeongguk had other plans.
He pulled away only to grab Jimin firmly by the waist, his strong hands curling around his hips as he flipped him over. Jimin let out a surprised gasp as his body was turned, landing on his stomach with his cheek pressed into the pillow. His ass lifted into the air, his knees parting slightly, as if his body already knew what Jeongguk wanted.
“Jeongguk—what are you—” Jimin started, but his voice broke into a whimper when Jeongguk didn’t give him a chance to finish.
Jeongguk wasted no time. He spread Jimin’s cheeks with both hands and leaned in, his tongue dragging a stripe over his hole before swirling around it. Jimin’s body jerked at the contact, a muffled moan spilling into the pillow as he buried his face into it, his ass pushing back against Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Fuck, you taste so good, princess,” Jeongguk muttered against him before diving back in, licking and teasing, his tongue moving in slow circles and occasionally flicking against his sensitive rim.
Jimin’s moans kept growing louder, muffled slightly by the pillow, but desperate and needy nonetheless. “Ah... that feels—” His words dissolved into a whimper as Jeongguk groaned against him, the vibrations making Jimin shiver.
At the same time, Jeongguk reached around to Jimin’s front, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking him. He licked at Jimin’s ass and tugged at his cock, his thumb teasing the sensitive tip every time he stroked up. Jimin was falling apart fast, his hips rocking back against Jeongguk’s mouth and forward into his hand.
“Jeongguk—please, fuck,” Jimin whimpered, his voice breaking into breathless cries, his ass twitching as Jeongguk kept licking, his grip on Jimin’s cock tightening slightly with every moan.
Jeongguk smirked against him, pulling back just enough to murmur, “You sound so fucking good like this, baby. You want me to get you ready now, yeah?”
Jimin only nodded frantically, his face still buried in the pillow, his flushed cheeks and ears visible from the side.
Jeongguk reached out with one hand, rummaging through the bedside table until he found the lube. He flipped the cap open quickly, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers before warming it up between his hands.
He leaned back in, kissing Jimin’s lower back briefly before parting his cheeks again. “Relax for me, princess,” he said softly, and then he pressed one slicked finger in.
Jimin jumped slightly at the intrusion, gasping into the pillow. His body tensed for a moment before quickly relaxing, a needy moan spilling out as Jeongguk began moving his finger slowly in and out.
Jeongguk leaned closer, kissing up Jimin’s spine until he reached his neck, then catching his lips in a kiss from behind. Jimin turned his head slightly to meet him, their mouths clashing in a sloppy kiss, Jimin’s moans vibrating against Jeongguk’s mouth.
When Jeongguk felt Jimin relaxing more, he slid in a second finger, scissoring them gently, stretching him slowly. Jimin moaned louder, his hips pushing back slightly against Jeongguk’s hand, needy and impatient.
“More,” Jimin panted against his lips. “Please, baby, more—I need more.”
Jeongguk kissed him again, swallowing Jimin’s desperate little sounds as he slid a third finger in, stretching him further. His thrusts grew faster, curling his fingers slightly to hit that spot that had Jimin crying out.
After a few moments, Jimin broke the kiss, his eyes glazed with lust. “I’m ready,” he said, his voice trembling with need. “Please—fuck me already. But,” he added quickly, his voice almost pleading, “turn me around. I want to see you, baby. Please, I want to see your face.”
Jeongguk stopped for only a second, his heart squeezing at the way Jimin looked at him. That soft, flushed, needy face, and his princess asking for him so sweetly. Jeongguk would’ve done anything for him.
“Anything you want, princess,” Jeongguk murmured, pulling his fingers out slowly before helping Jimin turn over onto his back.
And fuck, Jimin was beautiful.
His cock lay hard against his stomach, twitching slightly, leaking pre-cum, and Jimin looked every bit as wrecked and gorgeous as Jeongguk thought he’d be.
Jimin reached for him then, his smaller hand wrapping weakly around Jeongguk’s cock, jerking him lazily, almost clumsily, because his own arousal was making him shaky.
“Baby,” Jeongguk groaned, his hips twitching into Jimin’s touch, “you’re going to make me lose it if you keep doing that.”
Jimin only smirked weakly, still moving his hand, his voice low and breathless. “Maybe I want you to.”
Jeongguk grabbed Jimin’s wrist gently, pulling his hand away before leaning down to kiss him hard, his forehead pressed against Jimin’s when he pulled back just slightly.
“You ready for me, princess?” Jeongguk asked.
“Yes,” Jimin said quickly. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Jeongguk slicked himself with lube quickly, positioning himself at Jimin’s hole. His hands rested on Jimin’s thighs, spreading him open as he slowly pushed in.
Jimin’s eyebrows drew together immediately, his lips parting in a soft, drawn-out moan. The initial stretch burned slightly, that sting mixing with pleasure that had his toes curling.
“Ah,” Jimin gasped, his hands gripping Jeongguk’s shoulders tightly as he tried to breathe through it.
“Relax, baby,” Jeongguk murmured, leaning down to kiss his temple, his own breath ragged as he slowly sank all the way in.
When he was fully inside him, they both moaned long, drawn-out sounds of relief and pleasure.
“Baby, move,” Jimin begged almost immediately, his voice breaking with desperation. “Please, fuck me. Hard. I need you to fuck me hard, please—”
“Fuck, princess,” Jeongguk breathed against his lips, “you have no idea what you do to me.”
Jeongguk pulled his hips back slowly at first, almost painfully slow, letting Jimin feel every inch sliding out before pushing back in with one sharp thrust.
Jimin gasped, his back arching off the bed. “Ah, Jeongguk!”
That sound alone was enough to drive Jeongguk wild. His fingers dug into Jimin’s thighs, holding him open as he thrust faster, his hips snapping forward with force. Every thrust was deep, filling Jimin completely, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting echoing through the room.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jeongguk groaned, his voice low and wrecked. He leaned down, his forehead pressing against Jimin’s as he fucked into him harder, their breaths mingling, hot and uneven. “So fucking tight around me, baby. Fuck—you were made for me, weren’t you? Hm?”
Jimin could barely respond, his mouth falling open in a moan. His fingers clawed at Jeongguk’s shoulders, his nails digging into his skin with every thrust. His body jolted with each movement, his head tipping back against the pillow, sweat beading along his flushed skin.
“Baby—fuck, harder,” Jimin gasped out, his voice cracking with every word. “Please, harder, please—I can take it, I want it.”
Jeongguk cursed under his breath, his hips slamming forward even harder at Jimin’s begging. The sound of skin meeting skin grew louder, and Jimin’s cries rose with every thrust.
“Yeah? You like that, princess?” Jeongguk rasped, his tone almost teasing despite how wrecked he sounded himself. His thrusts grew faster, rougher, each one hitting that sweet spot deep inside that had Jimin gasping and writhing beneath him.
“Ah—fuck, yes—right there, baby, fuck,” Jimin’s legs tightened around Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
Jeongguk’s cock twitched inside him at how needy Jimin sounded, and he dropped his head to kiss him hard, swallowing Jimin’s loud moans. Their lips clashed, tongues sliding against each other as Jeongguk kept moving.
When they broke the kiss, Jeongguk’s eyes were dark, almost wild, as he stared down at Jimin. His thrusts never slowed, his pace rough, each movement making Jimin jolt.
“Baby, you’re—” Jeongguk groaned, his voice thick with lust. “So fucking beautiful. Taking me so well. My beautiful fucking princess, yeah? You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”
Jimin nodded frantically, his words lost in the flood of pleasure. “Yes, yes, fuck. I love it, Jeongguk, I love you—” He cried when Jeongguk angled his hips differently, hitting that spot that made Jimin see stars.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Jeongguk said, thrusting harder, faster, his muscles tensing with the effort. “Right there, baby? You’re clenching so tight around me.”
Jimin’s cock rubbed between their stomachs with every movement, leaking pre-cum, the friction making him whimper. Jeongguk noticed, one hand leaving Jimin’s thigh to wrap around his cock, jerking him fast in time with his thrusts.
“Baby—ah, I’m—I’m close!” Jimin gasped, his voice high and breathless, his hips jerking into Jeongguk’s hand.
“Come for me, baby,” Jeongguk urged, his voice almost a growl as he fucked him harder. “Come on my cock, let me feel you.”
Jimin’s moans turned desperate, his back arching as his body tightened around Jeongguk. His orgasm hit fast, his cock twitching in Jeongguk’s hand as he came hard between them, his cum coating their stomachs. His cry was loud, broken, his nails dragging down Jeongguk’s back.
The way Jimin clenched around him almost undid Jeongguk immediately. His thrusts grew sloppy, desperate, as he chased his own release, groaning loudly at how tight and warm and fucking amazing Jimin felt.
“Fuck Jimin, I’m—shit, baby, I’m close,” Jeongguk gasped, his voice strained as his thrusts grew harsher.
Jimin, still shaking from his orgasm, pulled Jeongguk closer, kissing him messily, breathless between words. “Inside,” Jimin whispered against his lips, needy and wrecked. “Please, baby. Come inside me.”
That was all Jeongguk needed to hear. With a few more rough thrusts, he groaned loud and deep, his hips snapping forward one last time as he came hard, spilling inside Jimin. His body shuddered with the force of it, his forehead dropping to Jimin’s shoulder as he breathed heavily, still moving in small, lazy thrusts as if he couldn’t stop just yet.
When he finally stopped moving, both of them were panting, sweat-slicked and completely wrecked. Jeongguk stayed buried inside Jimin, his arms caging him in as he pressed soft kisses along his jaw and neck.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Jeongguk murmured between breaths, his voice tender. He kissed Jimin’s lips gently, a contrast to how rough he had just been. “You okay, princess?”
Jimin smiled tiredly, his cheeks still flushed, his voice hoarse but teasing. “More than okay. You fucked me so good… my legs feel like jelly.”
Jeongguk chuckled breathlessly, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you.”
For a long moment, Jeongguk just stayed there, buried deep inside Jimin, his chest pressed against Jimin’s as they both caught their breaths. Their bodies were hot, skin sticking slightly with sweat, and Jeongguk pressed soft, almost absent-minded kisses to Jimin’s jaw as he calmed his breathing.
But eventually, Jeongguk shifted, his hips pulling back slowly. Jimin let out a soft whimper at the movement, his legs trembling slightly as Jeongguk carefully slid out of him.
And fuck, Jeongguk had to stop and stare.
The sight was enough to make his cock twitch again despite just coming.
Jimin lay there, flushed and utterly wrecked, his legs still spread for him, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Jeongguk’s cum leaked out of him immediately, slipping from his hole in thick, slow drips that trailed down between his thighs and onto the sheets.
“Fuck, princess…” Jeongguk muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough. His big hands gently spread Jimin open a little more, wanting, needing , to see all of it. His cum was coating Jimin’s rim, some of it still glistening inside, and Jeongguk groaned softly at how ruined and used he looked.
“You’re so fucking amazing like this,” Jeongguk said, almost to himself, his thumbs brushing lightly over Jimin’s soft, flushed skin. “You look so pretty with my cum dripping out of you, baby… I could stare at you all day.”
Jimin, still catching his breath, turned his head to look at him, his face warm and pink. His lips curved into a small, exhausted smile despite his embarrassment. “You’re staring too much,” he mumbled hoarsely, though his voice was soft.
Jeongguk smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Jimin’s thigh, right near where his cum was still slowly dripping out. “Can’t help it. You look so fucking hot like this. My little princess, all fucked out and full of me.”
That earned him a shaky laugh from Jimin, who hid his face against his arm, trying to calm the way his body was still trembling from the aftershocks.
Jeongguk pressed one last kiss to Jimin’s lips before pulling back with a small smile, his thumb brushing gently across Jimin’s flushed cheek. Jimin’s eyes were half-lidded, his body loose and pliant against the sheets, and he looked utterly exhausted, but also content.
“Stay right here, princess,” Jeongguk murmured softly, tucking a damp strand of hair away from Jimin’s forehead. “I’ll clean you up.”
Jimin hummed, too tired to argue, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Don’t take too long,” he mumbled, almost shy.
Jeongguk chuckled under his breath, pressing a quick kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I won’t.”
He slipped off the bed, moving quickly toward the bathroom. When he returned, he had a warm, damp towel in hand. His movements were slow and careful as he kneeled back onto the bed, his hands gentle as he started cleaning Jimin up.
Jimin let out a soft sound of embarrassment when Jeongguk parted his legs again, exposing the mess between his thighs. “Don’t look at me like that…” Jimin said, his cheeks heating up as Jeongguk’s gaze lingered.
But Jeongguk only smiled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to Jimin’s knee. “You’re beautiful, princess. Every part of you.”
He used the towel carefully, wiping away the scum that still dripped from Jimin, occasionally pressing soft kisses to his inner thighs to soothe him. Jimin shifted slightly, squirming a little from how tender he felt, but he stayed still, letting Jeongguk take care of him.
When he was done, Jeongguk tossed the towel aside and helped Jimin sit up slowly. “Do you want a quick shower, or should I just wipe you down more?”
Jimin’s arms immediately went around Jeongguk’s neck, his face burying into Jeongguk’s shoulder. “I don’t wanna move,” he admitted in a small voice. “I just want you to hold me.”
Jeongguk’s heart melted instantly. He smiled softly, tightening his arms around Jimin and kissing the side of his head. “Okay, baby. I’ll hold you.”
He shifted them carefully, pulling Jimin fully into his arms as he laid back against the pillows. Jimin curled against his chest, legs tangling with Jeongguk’s, his head resting against Jeongguk’s heart. Jeongguk wrapped an arm around his waist, his other hand stroking Jimin’s hair gently.
For a while, they stayed quiet, the only sound the hum of the city beyond the windows and their breathing.
“Baby?” Jimin murmured after a moment, his voice soft and sleepy.
“Hmm?”
“I love you.” Jimin mumbled, his fingers playing with the strands of Jeongguk’s hair.
Jeongguk’s chest tightened, and he tilted Jimin’s chin up gently, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I love you too, princess,” he said. “More than anything.”
Jimin smiled, his eyes closing again as sleep started to pull him under. “Good,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Jeongguk kissed his forehead one last time, holding him closer, and whispered, “Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”