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When Jimin first kissed Jungkook, it had been a warm day in spring. They were laughing by the riverbank, the wind snatching their laughter and tossing it into the air. Jimin had looked at Jungkook, his heart ready to burst, giddy and punch drunk. Jungkook smiled, wetting his lips and looking at his hyung. Being happy was something Jimin had to work at, it wasn't something that came easy, like it did for Jungkook.
When he looked at Jungkook, his heart was all love.
When he leant in, Jungkook's breath hot on his lips, he wasn't scared.
Jimin could never fear love.
"Jungkookie, kiss?"
Jungkook tilted his chin.
(This wasn't allowed.) (They were doing it anyway)
He kissed Jungkook and tasted laughter on his tongue.
"Jimin, stop it, you're making me blush" Jungkook laughed, shoving his hyung's shoulder. Jimin let himself be pushed, his brain was not in control.
"I think Jin-hyung will be very jealous of you. I never let him kiss me," Jungkook continued, biting his lip.
"No?" Jimin replied, his brain slowly starting to grind back into gear.
"Nope," Jungkook replied "I just steal his food and leave"
Now it was Jimin's turn to shove Jungkook. "You do need to show more appreciation to Jin, he spoils you," Jimin scolded
"Yep. Although perhaps not kisses,"
"Everyone loves you Jungkook. You would do well to show your thanks. But no, you don't need to kiss them," Jimin conceded. He purposely excluded himself though. He would very much like Jungkook to keep kissing him, even if it wasn't to show gratitude. Jimin shivered at the thought: bratty Jungkook with eyes only for Jimin.
"Besides," Jungkook said, breaking his line of thought, "I don't want to kiss Jin-hyung". Jungkook spoke coyly, his lips curving into a small smile. Damn, where did he learn how to flirt?
"Oh," Jimin paused, "You want to kiss me?"
All at once, that veneer of confidence broke, and Jungkook was once again an awkward teen. "Ah, stop it Jiminie," he replied, giving Jimin's shoulder a half-hearted slap.
"Race you back to the dorms?" Jungkook asked, already clambering to his feet. All at once, the moment had passed. Jimin was aware of the sun, beating relentless on his cheeks. The breeze had stopped and sweat pricked at his brow. He could now smell the algae and duck shit from the pond. Children were shouting and parents were calling out warnings.
By the time Jimin had climbed to his feet, the other boy had already sprinted away.