30 Chapter 29 (1/2)
The boy they were facing was beautiful, indubitably. His blue eyes betrayed the fact that one of his parents must have been a foreigner and Jimin felt them burning holes into the skin of his face so he decided to look downwards before a bright smile could strike him, unsure of what the dynamics between the stranger and his boyfriend have been. He didn't want to let himself be intimidated by something that happened way before they have met.
”I never thought I'd see you here.” The boy chuckled after he said that and the sound distracted Jimin from the fingers that were still intertwined with his and that were meant to remind him that everything was alright.
”It's been a while, Minhyuk. You don't have to call me sir. I'm not your sir anymore.” Jungkook's tone was playful and his hand moved so it could wrap around his lover's lower back, getting his attention.
”I guess old habits die hard.” The younger was already changing his weight from one leg to the other but he decided to focus on his breathing, trying to think reasonably. No matter how pretty that Minhyuk was, he knew the tattoo artist had nothing to do with him and it was very improbable for that to change. ”And who are you?”
”Park Jimin, my boyfriend.” Jungkook presented him (he knew he wasn't necessarily fond of introductions) and he looked into ocean eyes as he extended his free hand for the other to grab. Being called his ”boyfriend” and not his ”submissive” must have taken the boy by surprise because his lips remained parted for a few seconds before they curled into an amiable smile.
”It's nice to meet you, Jimin! I'm sorry I've randomly interrupted your date, I didn't mean to intrude.”
Maybe if that wouldn't have been the given situation, he would have befriended Minhyuk because the young man seemed to be very sweet.
”Don't worry about that.” It stung a little bit – he wished that weekend would have belonged to them and them alone but unfortunately that was not how life worked and he had to deal with it.
”I'd love to catch up, Minhyuk, but we're in the middle of something.” Jungkook's words lacked hostility and Jimin was endlessly grateful for their presence. It might have been selfish of him but he wanted to go back to being just the two of them, he wanted to continue to steal kisses and to have sweet things whispered to him because it was their getaway and the time was limited.
”Of course, I just wanted to say hi.” Minhyuk smiled wider. ”I hope you're happy, hyung.”
”I am and I hope you are too.”
The brown-haired boy couldn't remember how he got into the tunnel that lead to the sharks' area and realised what was going on only when he spotted two hammerhead sharks. He walked a little too fast in their direction and tried to read the few words that were written about that tank but realised he couldn't concentrate on their meaning, his anxiety probably playing tricks on him. There weren't a lot of things that could be said about the meeting and he had no idea if they were going to talk about it – half of him wanted to, the other half didn't.
”Min –” Jungkook sounded apologetic so he turned around and put a little smile on display in order to signalize that he wasn't upset at all. ”What are you thinking about?”
”He's beautiful.” The tattoo artist was ready to protest so he hurried to continue. ”But you love me, not him.”
Surprise was an insignificant word compared to what the man was truly feeling. He expected his baby to be upset, maybe even be anxious or slip in little space because of the unexpected event but the outcome was better than he could have imagined. He felt his heart swell at the thought of how much they've progressed since they first started dating – Jimin was slowly learning how to love himself and along that evolution came the growing trust in their relationship.
”You're right.” Jungkook whispered and kissed his forehead through the caramel-coloured bangs. ”I love you to Saturn and back, remember?”
The boy giggled and nodded before raising on his tiptoes and pecking inviting lips. An octopus plushie was bought in order to befriend the pink Korean one the boy received on their first date and he spent the evening pressed against a soft sweater, its owner making sure he wouldn't get lost. They decided to have room service for dinner and the following day came before they could protest, as they were both incredibly in need of sleep. Luckily for them, there were going to be fireworks in front of the Osaka castle as everyone was celebrating Hanami so they decided to spend the afternoon there, aware that there were going to be a lot of stands with everything they could have wished for.
They decided to rent traditional clothing so they would get lost into the landscape and enjoy the full experience. Jungkook chose a classic black yukata that had a dragon imprinted on the back so Jimin was the one who stole the show because he finally decided on a pale pink one, a baby blue strip securing it around his waist. The tattoo artist felt all the air being kicked out of his lungs as soon as his boyfriend stepped out of the dressing room and his expression must have been funny because the other giggled animated.
”You're looking like an angel.”
”Thank you.” There was a faint blush covering chubby cheeks. ”You look very handsome too.”
It was not rare for people to stare but Jungkook was sure it was because of his boyfriend's beauty and not because of the fact that he was wearing a cloth that was supposed to be dressed by a woman. The glittery lip gloss was on point and the artist's self control was getting out of hand, his own mouth always tingling for a taste. They wandered around for hours, hands locked together as they were pulled towards different areas by the curiosity invading their minds.
They were sitting on the grass when colours began exploding on the sky and Jimin jumped startled at first, earning a low chuckle and a innocent kiss on his cheek. His head was guided on a broad shoulder and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling surrounding him more than the show itself, hoping there would be similar moments in the future.
”Do you think it's possible for us to always be this happy?” It was more of a rhetorical question but Jungkook decided to answer it, not before kissing his lips.
”Happiness is having you by my side.” He would have scrunched his nose at the cheesiness if his heart wouldn't have been so hurried - it sometimes felt like it was trying to leave his body. As soon as he felt a hand resting on his thigh he cupped a beautiful face and pressed their mouths together, orchestrating a gentle and languid kiss. He couldn't think of a place he would rather be in than where he currently was.
Jungkook's fingers remained glued to his body the entire evening and it was around midnight when they reached the hotel where they asked for their key from the reception desk. Their room was on the second floor of the building and as soon as the elevator's doors opened, the tattoo artist lifted his boyfriend into his arms, making him squeak in surprise. The yukata didn't allow him to wrap his arms around the other's middle but his anxiety faded away as soon as he was pressed against their door – room 707 – and Jungkook began leaving small bites on the side of his throat.
”The key.”
”I'm on it, baby.” They were making out as soon as they stepped inside and Jimin was already fumbling with the man's piece of clothing, trying to take it off. It was tied securely around the little waist so he puffed his cheeks in dissatisfaction, earning a grin and a playful slap on his backside. ”Do you want to play, sweet thing?”
”Yes.” Hands were groping his bum so he let out a shaky breath. ”Green, yellow and mango.” He hurried to say, causing for laughter to boom inside the room.
”Such an impatient kitten.” Jungkook teased. ”Go and sit on the bed like a good boy.”
He didn't need to be told twice but gave up on the idea of undressing himself because he didn't receive clear instructions to do so. He sat on the edge of the bed and started swinging his legs as he watched his boyfriend moving around the room. The elder cracked the window and then grabbed two cans of soda from the mini-bar. Waiting was a form of submission so the boy didn't flinch, maintaining his position even if he was aching to be touched.
”Are you thirsty, baby?”He shook his head but gulped when Jungkook opened one of the cans and took a gulp of the sweet substance before placing it on the wooden table resting next to the TV they never turned on. His steps seemed almost calculated as he approached the expectant boy and his fingers cupped a small chin in order to tilt the head back. Browns found browns and they both smiled. ”Lay on your back.”
Jimin did and his breathing hitched when agile hands began tugging at the material covering him, parting the sides of the yukata and revealing almost everything he had to offer. He could feel himself getting hard under the searching gaze. Jungkook was a tease so he let his fingertips touch the chest and abdomen feathery, eliciting some barely audible moans.
”You're so damn pretty.” The tattoo artist whispered and leaned to kiss a pink nipple that just hardened because of him.
”Off, Daddy.” He was obviously referring to the clothes but the dom grinned and shook his head, wanting to admire the sight for much more time. Theoretically, they couldn't dirty the yukatas because they were borrowed but practically, Jungkook was sure that he could find a way to clean them before returning them. He never knew he had a fantasy with his baby dressed like that but the boy looked absolutely divine so he wasn't going to hold back. ”Please?”
”Give me a pillow, sweets.” He took the object he's been offered and placed it on his side of the bed before manhandling the little one and placing him on it, on his front so his backside would be in the air. Small hands grabbed a fistful of the sheets as soon as hands began to push upwards the material and reveal more and more of his legs and Jungkook began peppering kisses all over his thighs. ”I want to taste you, baby.”
It was not a question so the grip tightened on the sheets as soon as his underwear has been revealed. He was wearing light blue panties and as much as the tattoo artist liked the look of them, it has been a matter of seconds until they've been pushed aside in order to uncover an already clenching and unclenching hole. It looked puffy and delicious so a tongue was pressed flatly against it, earning a loud moan. It was not rare for Jimin to be eaten out but this time, the elder decided to take his time to make his baby squirm because he felt like they had all the time in the world.
It started with simple strokes and as soon as the boy began moving around, a strong arm secured him in place by wrapping around his middle.
”No.” The protest came out softly but Jungkook didn't miss it so he took a break to slap the pale skin he could reach, warning the other. It left a pinkish handprint behind so he smirked to himself before resuming his technique, choosing to move his muscles circularly, feeling the way the entrance relaxed under his touch. ”Daddy?” The artist hummed against the skin. ”Enough?”
He knew the younger was concerned whenever he was spending too much at the receiving end but he didn't want to compromise so he pulled away in order to speak.
”Not yet, sweets. What's the matter?” Jimin rubbed against the pillow suggestively. ”Is my baby boy getting hard?”
”Yes, sir.” His member was already feeling heavy in between his legs so he moved against the now-warm material a couple of times before he's been stopped by a tightened hold and whimpered loudly. ”But –”
”Daddy wants to spoil you but that doesn't mean you can disobey me.”