14 Chapter 13: Shib sam ? (2/2)

”Let's sleep here.”

”Our backs would hurt in the morning.” Jimin whispered back as if it was the best argument.

”I'll give you a backrub.” That had him giggling so he scooted even closer and hid his face in the crook of the other's neck. ”I'm so happy you're here.” Gentle fingers began to run through cotton candy hair and a kiss followed them.

”Why?”

”Because I'm so smitten with you.” Jungkook chuckled, his words causing another wave of giggles to come out of the other's mouth. ”You're all I fucking think about, it's crazy.” It was the first time the tattoo artist was speaking about his feelings so blatantly and Jimin couldn't get enough.

”What about me?” It was a shy encouragement.

”Some days I want to fuck you so good that you won't be able to walk.” The younger's heartbeat increased in pace. ”And other days I want to hold your hand and grant your every wish.”

Jimin pulled away so their eyes could meet and he smiled sincerely before pressing his lips against chapped ones.

”I want you to be happy, you know? Not just when we're together, I want you to be happy all the time.” It was the sweetest thing someone has ever told Jimin and he could feel himself getting emotional so he gulped and focused on the hand that was now rubbing circles onto his lower back. It was silly to cry while lying on your boyfriend's floor because of a drunken confession so he chuckled wetly at the idea and nuzzled the other's cheek.

”Thank you.” His words came out a bit strangled so Jungkook hurried to lift his hand in order to cup his chin and tilt his head back.

”No, no, no.” He hurried to whisper and leaned so he could kiss the soft eyelids in front of him. ”My sweetest crybaby.” He cooed and trailed butterfly kisses all over his right cheek. ”Sometimes I'm afraid to touch you, 'm afraid I'll break you.” Jimin felt so fragile that the thought of holding him sometimes overwhelmed him.

The pink-haired boy felt silly now for worrying about their relationship because Jungkook's feelings for him were just as strong as his. He still wanted to talk about everything, though.

”I've been worried for us.” He mumbled and waited for the man to process his words, feeling dark eyes roaming all over his features. ”It hasn't been the same.”

”What do you mean?”

”We've been distant – We haven't even kissed properly.” They haven't sleep in the same bed ever since that night when they made-up.

”I've been overthinking.” Jungkook replied. ”I don't want to screw up again, I want to become a better person for you.” It felt like all the alcohol evaporated from his brain because the tone was now serious and Jimin knew the tattoo artist couldn't have been lying. ”I'll kiss the hell out of you tomorrow, when I won't taste like whiskey and cigarettes.”

”Okay.” The student smiled widely and struggled to get up, offering his boyfriend a helping hand. ”Let's go to bed now, I want tomorrow to come already.” Jungkook chuckled and accepted the invitation, tugging the shoes out of his feet and throwing them in a corner before heading to the bedroom.A glass of water has been offered to him and he chugged it before undressing every piece of clothing but his underwear and tucking in between the covers.

He was still dizzy but he didn't want to sleep without the smaller body pressed against him so he waited until his arms were safely wrapped around it to close his eyes and murmur a ”good night”.

He was going to die – that was what he decided as soon as he dared to open his eyes, light flooding the room. He would have wanted to banish the concept of ”daytime” but that was not in his power so he simply groaned and turned on his front, his brain shaking inside his skull and causing for everything around him to spin. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like that but it has been years so he suspected he needed at least a few hours to feel better.

He couldn't go back to sleep so he searched for Jimin's sleeping figure, disappointed when he realised the boy was nowhere to be found.

”Min?” His voice came out hoarse and his throat was somewhat sore. He was afraid his boyfriend left, scared by everything he confessed the previous night so he was ready to get up when the door of the bedroom opened slowly and a pink head peeked inside.

”I thought I've heard your voice.” Jimin smiled but disappeared for a few seconds in order to come back with a glass of water and two pills he offered to the unwell. ”Good morning!”Jungkook wrinkled his nose when his head began pounding harder.

”Is it?” He mumbled and took the medication before forcing himself to drink all the liquid, knowing it was the best for his body. The student giggled at the dramatic words and grimaces but gasped in surprise when he was pulled back onto the bed. ”I want to spend the day like this.”

”Don't you want to have breakfast?” A little hand began to run through dark silky strands. ”There's a pile of pancakes waiting for us in the kitchen.”

”Are you an angel?” A familiar giggle rang through the room and the tattoo artist couldn't help but smile.

”No. I'm a fairy, Daddy.” He realised the name has slipped through his lips so he let out a small sound that betrayed his regret. He didn't want to allow himself to slip before they had the important talk he knew was going to follow sometime during that day. It wasn't that he didn't trust the elder, he just wanted to make himself 100% understood.

”A fairy, huh?” Jungkook might have sensed his discomfort because he didn't address the name. ”Pancakes sprinkled with fairy dust sound the perfect way to start the day.”

”Then let's go.”

Jimin was dressed in one of his shirts that fell like a dress around his tiny frame and the man wondered if there was any possibility to have a pocket-sized version to carry around. He was simply adorable and he would have requested him to sit on his lap if he wouldn't have known they had meaningful things to talk about.

”Do you remember what you've told me last night?” The question came out shy and the tattoo artist looked at his baby as he struggled to spread Nutella all over his giant pancake.

”Of course I do. I meant every word.”Jimin smiled widely, still focused on his task. ”I'm sorry you've been worried, kitten.”

”It's okay, it's better now that I know you've been doing the same.” It meant they cared equally. ”Little Jimin is still hurt, though, and I'm kind of tired because I can't –” He sighed and looked up so their eyes could meet. ”I can't be myself and it's been so hard these past days.” He's been awfully tired at uni and being concerned about his relationship just added to the whole equation.

Jungkook listened to him with characteristic patience and motioned for him to come closer once he was done. Their hands found each other.

”I shouldn't have lashed out at you when you were feeling little, I am sorry.” Jimin has been in the most vulnerable state when he decided that yelling was the best idea, when he blamed him of ruining his image. He should have ordered his priorities well and he should have remembered that his baby boy always came first but he has been too angry to think straight. ”But I've never been a Daddy before, Minnie. I've only been a Dom before and I have a lot of things to learn when it comes to our dynamics. I'm sorry I've hurt you.”

”You acted as if it was all a show I was putting up and not my coping mechanism.” And the cat has been let out of the bag – being taken care of was just as calming as self-harming so he didn't want the most important person in his life to take it lightly.

”Daddy's so sorry, baby.” Jungkook whispered and watched as the boy flinched at the tone he was using. ”I promise you I understand how important the headspace is for Minnie. Daddy's been such an asshat.”

Jimin bit on his lower lip, his features betraying hesitation.

”I love you.” The tattoo artist whispered and felt the other slowly pressing his body against his, accepting the comfort he was given. It was relieving to know his apologies were accepted so he let his lips press against a warm forehead, little hands fisting his shirt.

”I love you too.”

”Let's go on a proper date this weekend.” Jimin nodded and kissed the side of his neck.

”There's –” A small pause followed. ”This book festival. I really want to go but it's okay if –”

”We're definitely going.” Jungkook hurried to cut him off and cupped his face with both hands while grinning. ”Do you have to go somewhere today?” His bunny grin was threatening to split his face in two when the boy on his lap shook his head. ”Can I kiss you?”

”You can.”

Jimin closed his eyes and felt his head being guided gently on its back, his whole body tingling with yearning. He was more nervous than he has been before his first kiss so the fact that his heart was going wild inside his chest wasn't surprising. He wondered if Jungkook felt the same but the questions vanished from his mind as soon as their mouths met and began gliding together slowly. It started sweet but passion and neediness took over and the student decided to part his lips as an invitation. They both tasted of pancakes and Jimin couldn't stop a little moan from escaping, even if his thoughts were positively pure. The kiss held all the reassurance in the world so once they parted they both smiled, short fingers finally letting go of the crumpled shirt.

”I've missed you.” The tattoo artist whispered and hugged him tighter. ”What do you want to do today?”

”Stay with you.” It was such a simple and innocent answer that the elder just had to press another loving kiss to the pillowy and now slightly swollen lips.

”How about we watch Totoro?” It was an invitation for little Minnie so brown eyes widened in tender curiosity. ”Maybe draw later?” He could feel happiness blooming inside his chest.

”I'd like that.”

Notes:

Hewo! ٩(✿∂‿∂✿)۶ Thank you so much for reading ! I decided I should spoil you a bit so I posted an extra chapter this week! I hope you will enjoy it and look forward to what's to come next! Take care of yourself, darling! Have the loveliest weekend! x