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Jungkook knows that something is wrong when he wakes up on Friday morning and Jimin refuses to cuddle with him.
That familiar, hazy window of time right after waking up from a restful night’s sleep is what Jungkook considers prime cuddling time– when the sun is shyly peeking through the slits in the blinds, when the bed is warm and perfectly molded to the shape of his body. When his eyelids are still heavy and when sleep is still clinging to him, when the sound of Jimin’s soft breathing fills the room and when the warmth of his body is right next to him.
Unfortunately, Jungkook has to go in to work today, which means he has to be out of bed within the next five minutes or so. Which also means that he doesn’t have much time for cuddling. He needs to make good use of the little time that he has.
“Baby,” Jungkook mumbles, confused about his boyfriend’s refusal to cuddle with him. Jimin had moved all the way to the opposite side of the bed when Jungkook tried pulling him in. “What’re you doing?” Reaching out, Jungkook drapes his arm over Jimin’s waist, making another attempt at drawing him closer.
“Jungkook–” Jimin huffs with his back still turned to his boyfriend, wriggling out of Jungkook’s hold. He’s as close to the edge of the bed as he can get without falling off it.
“Why’re you running away from my cuddles?” Jungkook complains, feeling no shame in whining this early in the morning– especially not when it’s over something as important as this. “I need them before work.” He waits for a reply, and when he’s met with nothing but silence, he figures Jimin must’ve drifted off to sleep again.
Passing up on cuddling is not something that Jimin does often – or ever – and Jungkook assumes that his grumpiness this morning must have something to do with him being stressed out about starting his new job.
Jimin is supposed to start teaching ballet lessons at a new studio opening up on Monday, and even though Jimin is excited about it, Jungkook knows that he’s nervous for it too. Which is why Jungkook thinks that a nice cuddling session is not only appropriate, but needed on this fine morning. To help relieve Jimin of his stress.
Jungkook is just about to make another grab for his boyfriend when Jimin suddenly rolls over to face him, putting the pout he must’ve been wearing this whole time on full display.
“I think I might be getting sick.” Jimin murmurs, the corners of his mouth drooping further.
Jungkook sits up, concerned and now fully awake. “Really?” He reaches out to touch his hand to Jimin’s forehead, but Jimin leans away, out of reach.
“I mean, I’m probably fine– everything’s probably fine.” Jimin says. “There’s no way I’m gonna be sick for Monday.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook inches closer to him, still intent on getting the cuddles that he wanted the second he opened his eyes that morning. “Well if that’s the case, then you won’t have any problems with cuddling–”
“No–” Jimin holds his hand up to stop him. “I don’t want you getting sick too!”
Jungkook cocks a brow at him. “I thought you said you weren’t sick.”
“I’m not–” Jimin is quick to claim. “I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine,” he says, but Jungkook gets the feeling that he’s trying to convince himself that his own words are true. The more he talks, the croakier his voice is starting to sound. “I’m perfectly fine, and I’m not gonna have to call in sick for my first day of work, because I’m gonna be perfectly healthy for Monday.”
Jungkook offers up a smile, trying not to let his own worry show. He can only imagine how stressed Jimin must be.
“I know. You’re gonna be fine.” Jungkook agrees, not wanting to say anything to risk making Jimin more anxious than he probably already is. Calling in sick for the first day of work isn’t exactly a great way to make a good first impression, and he knows that Jimin is someone who believes in the importance of making good first impressions. “Shit,” Jungkook sighs when he glances at the digital clock on the nightstand, the numbers glaring at him, telling him it’s time to get up. He shoves the covers off his body. “I gotta get ready.”
“Okay. I think I’m gonna stay in bed for a little longer.”
Despite the fact that he’s still longing for his precious morning cuddles, Jungkook forces himself out of bed, knowing he has to get up to start his day. Before leaving the warmth of the bedroom, though, he turns to Jimin, unable to shake off his lingering concern. “Do you need anything? I can make you something to–”
“I’m fine, Jungkook.” Jimin ensures, waving him away. “It’s probably just nerves.”
Jungkook isn’t fully convinced, but he nods his agreement, telling Jimin that he’s probably right.
Leaving the room, Jungkook bustles around their one-bedroom apartment, gathering up what he needs for his day at the gym. He’s a personal trainer, and since he’s got a few clients scheduled, he’s bound to be in for a busy day.
Just before heading out for work, Jungkook pokes his head back into the bedroom. At the sound of the door creaking open wider, Jimin turns over onto his side to look at him, the sheets softly rustling.
“Are you really gonna let me leave without a kiss?” Jungkook raises his eyebrows, teasing in an attempt to lighten Jimin’s mood before he leaves. He’s delighted to see the smile that pulls at Jimin’s lips. Jungkook doesn’t really need a kiss from Jimin, but he does need to see him smile.
“Have a good day for me, baby.” Jimin says. He blows Jungkook a kiss, and Jungkook is quick to catch it, stealing it out of the air and saving it in his pocket for later.
“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Jungkook wishes he could take the day off work to stay home and take care of Jimin, but he knows Jimin would never let him do that– especially since he’s still denying that he’s sick in the first place. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Jimin echoes, and on that note, Jungkook is throwing Jimin one last smile before setting off.
Jungkook’s day at the gym isn’t necessarily bad, but it does feel like it stretches on for an unusually long time. He’s worked with all these clients before, so he knows them well and they’re easy to train, the sessions going smoothly.
But he can’t stop thinking about Jimin, and he finds himself paying an unhealthy amount of attention to the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes that are standing between him and finally getting to go home.
When he returns from work in the early evening, Jungkook opens the door of their apartment to find Jimin lying on the couch, buried underneath a pile of blankets. His head is the only part of him that’s visible, and his brown hair is a mess, sticking up on his forehead.
“Babe.” Jimin says as he looks up at him, lower lip jutting out. “I’m sick.”
Jungkook is springing into action before that last word fully leaves his boyfriend’s mouth, dropping his gym bag by the door and then hurrying over to him. Jimin must feel awful if he’s openly admitting to being sick– he isn’t one to make a big deal over a runny nose or a little tickle in his throat.
“What do you need?” Jungkook asks, everything coming out at once as he makes his way to the couch. “Are you cold? Need more blankets? Have you eaten today?” Unlike this morning, when Jungkook reaches out to feel Jimin’s forehead, Jimin doesn’t resist. He’s warm to the touch – warmer than usual.
“I’m not hungry.” Jimin mumbles.
And Jungkook isn’t having any of that. “You need to eat, baby.” He says, already making his way to the kitchen. “Even if you don’t feel hungry.”
“But I’m–”
“Let me make you something.” After rummaging around in the cupboards and finding not a single can of soup, Jungkook returns to the couch with his hands on his hips, looking like a man on a mission. “I’m gonna run to the store quick,” he informs. “Any special requests?”
Jimin considers that for a moment, glancing up at the ceiling. When his eyes return to Jungkook, he smiles a little shyly, like he’s afraid of asking for too much. “Can you get me some cough drops?” He asks hopefully.
He’s too cute for his own good– Jungkook has to resist the urge to lean down and plant a kiss right on his lips. “What kind?”
“Cherry, please.”
Jungkook blinks.
He loves Jimin. He loves him with his whole heart. He loves him with his whole heart, and he would do anything for him.
But after learning his preferred type of cough drop, he still wrinkles his nose and looks down at him with exaggerated disgust. “Cherry?” Jungkook repeats, like he’s unwilling to believe it. “That’s literally the worst flavour.”
“I like cherry!”
“That’s wrong. That is so wrong, Jimin. Frankly, I’m appalled–”
“I’m sick,” Jimin interrupts, fluttering his lashes up at him. He may be sick, but he still knows his power. “Be nice to me.”
“Alright, alright.” Jungkook relents with a smile. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”
Jimin nuzzles his cheek into the couch cushion, sighing contentedly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Jungkook says, turning towards the door. “But you’re still gross for liking cherry.”
“I’m gonna cough on you when you get back.” Jimin threatens, and Jungkook chuckles to himself on his way out.
When he comes back a little while later, he’s carrying a bag of groceries in each hand. He ended up getting not one, not two, but three packs of cough drops (just in case), an assortment of canned soups, a variety of teas, honey, two boxes of tissues, and a few other random things that he thought Jimin might enjoy.
Jimin is snoozing on the couch when he gets back, a drama playing on the TV with the volume set to low. Jungkook leaves a bag of cough drops on the coffee table near him and then tiptoes to the kitchen. Being careful not to make too much noise, he unloads the groceries and then heats up a can of chicken soup on the stove. He manages to execute it all silently, as if he’s on a super-secret stealth mission.
When the soup is ready, he wakes Jimin up to eat. Jungkook offers to feed him (it’s no secret that he loves babying his boyfriend whenever he gets the chance), but Jimin is adamant about doing it himself, telling Jungkook he’s not that sick and his arms work just fine.
The rest of the evening is rather uneventful, and it turns out to be an early night for them.
After taking a shower, Jungkook crawls into bed. Jimin is already lying there on his back, cocooned underneath the blankets. Jungkook switches the lamp off, darkness settling around them. Under normal circumstances, the two of them wouldn’t be sticking to their own sides of the bed. They’d be together somewhere in the middle, with their bodies pressed against each other, and they’d be talking nonsense– laughing at nothing in particular.
Jungkook feels cold all alone on his side of the bed, but he knows that Jimin doesn’t want to cuddle, knows he doesn’t want to risk giving Jungkook whatever illness he has.
“I don’t want to have to call in sick for Monday.” Jimin murmurs, his softly spoken words breaking the silence.
“You won’t.” Jungkook answers without a second thought. And now that those words are out there, he’s determined to make them come true. He hasn’t ever lied to Jimin before, and he’s not about to start now. “We’re gonna get you better. Don’t even worry about Monday, baby. Just focus on right now. Just try to sleep.”
“Okay.” Jimin sighs. His voice is so quiet, already laced with sleep. Jungkook can tell he’s got a cough drop in his mouth– he can smell the faint sweetness of artificial cherry. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Jungkook is glad he doesn’t have to go back to work until Tuesday. It means he has all weekend to help Jimin get healthy again.
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Jungkook wakes up abruptly on Saturday morning, startled out of his sleep by the sound of Jimin sneezing.
“Sorry,” Jimin sniffles when Jungkook springs upright in bed. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He sounds genuinely upset with himself, but Jungkook couldn’t care less about being woken up early on the weekend. All he wants is to make sure that Jimin is comfortable– or at least, as comfortable as he can get while being sick.
“Don’t worry about it.” Jungkook soothes. “How do you feel, hm? Any better?” When he reaches out to sweep Jimin’s hair off his forehead, he finds that his bangs are slightly damp with sweat.
“Not really.” Jimin mutters, pulling the covers higher, all the way up to his chin. “I’m cold.”
“Let me make you some tea,” Jungkook offers, already scooching to the edge of the bed. “You have your cough drops with you?”
Jimin tilts his chin at the bedside table. “I put a pack in there.”
“Good.” Jungkook nods, satisfied. “I’ll be back in a sec with your tea, okay?”
“Can I have honey in it?”
Standing at the side of the bed, Jungkook smiles down at his boyfriend. “You can have anything you want, baby.” It's still fairly dark in the bedroom, but Jungkook thinks he can make out a pink tinge spreading out across Jimin’s face. Then again, he could just be flushed because he’s sick.
“Thank you…”
Jungkook likes to believe that he’s the reason for that blush, though.
Five minutes later, Jungkook is returning to the bedroom with Jimin’s tea, steam steadily rising from the top of the cup. Jimin smiles his thanks as he accepts it, propping a couple pillows behind himself so that he can sit up in bed.
Jungkook spends the morning tending to Jimin – or at least, trying to tend to him – but Jimin isn’t all that demanding. He doesn’t ask for much, and he always insists that he’s fine even though Jungkook can hear the way he tries to stifle his coughing.
Jimin is set in his ways and still insists on maintaining his no cuddling policy, saying that he doesn’t want Jungkook to get sick too. Though, Jungkook is fairly certain that if he was going to catch whatever Jimin has, he’d already be showing symptoms.
Jimin doesn’t let Jungkook cuddle him all day, but he does let him massage his feet when he offers to after dinner. Jungkook just wants to do something – anything – to help him feel at least a little better.
He grabs some lotion and sits down on the couch with Jimin, the TV playing in the background and Jimin’s feet resting in Jungkook’s lap. Honestly, Jungkook can’t tell if Jimin is even enjoying the foot rub, because he’s frowning at the TV the whole time.
“Do you want me to stop?” Jungkook asks after a while, momentarily pausing. He flashes Jimin a slightly self-conscious smile. “I guess my skills could use some work.”
Jimin turns away from the TV quickly, looking apologetic when his eyes land on Jungkook. “No, you’re fine. You’re perfect, baby.” He assures. “I’m just– I guess I’m just stressed out.” Sighing, Jimin glances at his pile of used tissues on the coffee table. “How am I supposed to teach a dance class if I can’t even stay standing for five minutes without feeling dizzy?” His frown deepens. “I can’t be sick on Monday.”
Seeing Jimin like this breaks Jungkook’s heart. He feels so useless, wishes he could swap his own health with Jimin’s, wishes there was some way they could trade. Jungkook hates seeing him so miserable.
It’s not the end of the world if Jimin has to call in sick, but Jimin is very particular about things like that. He’s the type of person who likes to show up unnecessarily early to appointments. He’s a firm believer that if you’re on time, then you’re already late, and he’s meticulous in everything that he does. Maybe calling in sick for the first day isn’t a big deal for everyone, but it’s a big deal to Jimin, and Jungkook understands that.
“You won’t be sick on Monday.” Jungkook says, giving Jimin’s ankle a reassuring squeeze. “Colds don’t last that long– you’re gonna be fine by the end of the weekend.”
“Yeah.” Jimin smiles faintly. It’s not very convincing. “You’re right.”
---
On Sunday, Jimin is quieter than he’d been the last couple days, and Jungkook figures that the stress of it all is getting too much for him. Monday is looming over them like a dark cloud, and as far as Jungkook can tell, Jimin doesn’t feel any better.
It’s frustrating, to say the least. He wishes he could do something to make Jimin feel good, just wants to find a way to wipe that constant sulk off his pretty face.
It’s late in the afternoon, the blinds closed most of the way, only allowing some sunlight to filter into the bedroom. They’re having a movie marathon, lying on opposite sides of the bed, the laptop sitting between them serving as a barrier.
Jungkook doesn’t plan on having it stay there for long, though.
He wants to hold Jimin. It’s all Jungkook can think about right now, he knows how much Jimin loves cuddling, and they haven’t cuddled at all since Thursday. It’s not much, but Jungkook has a feeling it’ll cheer Jimin up at least a little.
“Baby?” Jungkook ventures at one point during the movie. He hasn’t been paying attention to it at all, preoccupied with thoughts of Jimin. It’s been days since he’s been able to show him the physical affection he wants to give, and it’s driving him crazy. When Jimin looks at him, Jungkook throws all shame out the window and puts a pout on his lips. “I miss cuddling you.”
Jimin’s eyes soften, letting them wander over Jungkook’s face. “I miss cuddling you too.”
“Let me cuddle you, then. Please?” Jungkook coaxes. “I know you don’t want me to get sick, but Jimin, we live together.” He points out gently. “If I was gonna get whatever you have, I’d already have it by now.”
Jimin nibbles at his lip as he considers his boyfriend. Whatever debate he’s having with himself doesn’t last for more than five seconds. “Okay.” He gives in, and Jungkook doesn’t bother hiding the grin that spreads over his face. Jimin’s lips quirk at the sight of it, and Jungkook’s own smile stretches wider in turn, happy to see him wear something other than a frown.
Sitting up, Jungkook moves the laptop to the nightstand before getting behind Jimin to cuddle him. He throws his arm over his waist to pull him in close, tucking Jimin’s body against his own– exactly where it should be.
Jimin’s wearing one of Jungkook’s own hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, and Jungkook feels so cozy– all snug and warm as he holds him. Exhaling softly, Jimin practically melts into him, the tension in his shoulders seeming to lift within seconds of being in his boyfriend’s arms.
Jungkook loves knowing that he can be Jimin’s source of comfort.
The movie plays on, already drawing to an end. And again, Jungkook isn’t paying attention to it. Before, he was busy thinking about how nice it would feel to get to hold Jimin, and now, he’s thinking about how nice it actually feels. He likes the way Jimin’s hair lightly tickles his nose, likes the subtle fragrance of his almond-scented shampoo, likes how small Jimin feels in his arms, and he likes the heat from Jimin’s ass nestled against his crotch.
Everything about right now just feels so damn good…Jungkook wonders if Jimin feels as good as he does.
Biting his lip, Jungkook hesitates.
He wants to make him feel good.
Slipping his fingers underneath Jimin’s hoodie, Jungkook lets his fingers graze over him, idly tracing patterns over the warmth of his skin. Jimin stiffens at first but Jungkook carries on, fingertips brushing over Jimin’s smooth stomach, leisurely wandering up to the curve of his waist.
“Jungkook?” A confused sound stirs in the back of Jimin’s throat, but he doesn’t complain or try to stop him, allowing Jungkook to touch him as he pleases. “What– what’re you doing?” The question comes out breathily, and Jungkook wonders if Jimin’s already getting worked up over something as simple as his innocent touching.
Anticipation throbs through him, dull but incessant. He wonders just how worked up he can get him.
“Just relax.” Jungkook whispers, leaving a kiss on the nape of Jimin’s neck, earning a soft little sigh from him. He feels so hot against Jungkook’s mouth, and Jungkook just wants to keep his lips pressed against his skin, wants to let his hands roam over him, to feel the way Jimin’s breath shudders through his body when he touches him just right.
It’s not long before Jungkook starts getting more eager, more confident, Jimin’s pliancy fueling his greed. His grip on Jimin tightens, fingertips digging into his hip as he begins to leave a lazy trail of kisses down the side of his neck.
Jimin’s reaction is instantaneous. He whines, back arching, and Jungkook finds himself smirking against his skin.
“So sensitive.” Jungkook teases, voice low and mocking. Jimin doesn’t say a word. When Jungkook’s fingers drift down to the front of Jimin's sweatpants, brushing over his most sensitive area, Jimin buries his face in the pillow and muffles a whimper.
Jungkook’s starting to feel rather feverish himself, blood running hot, burning up with want. He’s curious, too. Curious because Jimin isn’t usually like this in bed. Jimin isn’t typically this docile, he’s usually feisty and mouthy, usually doesn’t hesitate to dish Jungkook’s teasing right back to him. Jungkook suspects that Jimin’s newfound passiveness has something to do with the fact that he’s sick, and honestly, Jungkook isn’t complaining about this side of him.
He likes it. Excitement glides over his skin like skates on ice– sharp and cold– the hairs on his arms rising. He wonders how much he can give, and he wonders how much Jimin is willing to take. Wonders how much power Jimin is really surrendering up to him.
“You okay, baby?” Jungkook murmurs, and he knows he’s being a tease, his mouth pressed against Jimin’s ear to let the heat of his words wash over him. When he feels a shiver run through Jimin’s body, Jungkook pulls him closer to his own, wanting to give him all his warmth, forcing Jimin’s ass to rub over his crotch.
“Y-yeah.” Jimin breathes out, and it’s so high pitched, makes it sound like Jungkook is doing a lot more than just brushing his fingers over the front of his sweatpants.
“You’re being so quiet.” Jungkook taunts. He’s got quite an appetite on him, and is more than happy to feed off Jimin’s submissiveness. “What’s the matter, hm? Just gonna lay there? Just wanna let me make you feel good?”
“Mm,” Jimin mumbles, hips jerking into Jungkook’s hand. “Wanna– wanna feel good.”
A low growl rumbles in Jungkook’s throat, and Jimin must hear it because he responds with a pitiful whimper of his own, bucking into Jungkook’s touch again, searching for more. Jungkook spares him some mercy, pressing his hand more firmly against him, properly rubbing Jimin over his sweatpants. Jungkook’s own cock twitches, blood and heat both pooling in his groin when he feels just how quickly Jimin is getting hard.
“Doing so good, sweetheart.” Jungkook praises. There’s nothing subtle about the way he’s grinding his dick against the swell of Jimin’s ass, the delicious drag of it making him groan. “Getting so hard for me, aren’t you?” He’s having fun already, but Jungkook is just getting started, has so far just been testing out the waters. It doesn’t take long before he’s getting impatient, wanting to dive deeper. Jimin moans out loud when Jungkook squeezes his cock over his pants. Jungkook grins. “Wanna feel even better, baby?”
“Yes–” It comes out of Jimin’s mouth instantly, and Jungkook is happy knowing that his boyfriend’s shamelessness hadn’t left him.
With his own eagerness tugging him along, Jungkook pushes Jimin onto his back and then climbs over him, placing his hands on Jimin’s knees, spreading them apart so he can settle in between his legs. Jungkook stares down at him, fascinated by the view. Jimin’s hair is splayed out across his forehead, cheeks painted rosy pink, his chest rising heavily with his laboured breathing. He already looks ruined even though Jungkook hasn’t done much.
“Jungkook…” Jimin murmurs, shying away from the intensity of his gaze, turning his head to look away.
Jungkook isn’t having any of it. He grabs Jimin’s chin, forces him to meet his eyes, and the mewl that bubbles up from Jimin’s throat has Jungkook’s head spinning. When he lowers his face closer to Jimin’s, Jungkook can see that his lips are stained red from all the cough drops he’d been sucking on. Jimin almost always has one in his mouth– has been popping them like candy. He smells like them too. Jungkook swallows. He can’t tear his eyes away from his lips.
Fuck, he must really be hungry.
He wants a taste.
Jungkook leans in for a kiss, but Jimin stops him with a hand on his chest.
“Jungkook, I’m sick–” he says breathlessly, but he’s staring at Jungkook’s mouth, looks like he wants a kiss just as bad as Jungkook does.
“I don’t care.” Jungkook mutters gruffly. “Don’t argue with me. Keep your legs spread and your mouth closed, yeah?” Jimin’s blush darkens, but Jungkook doesn’t spare the time to properly admire it. He dips down, closing the remaining distance between them, kissing Jimin like the starved man that he is.
He can’t help but moan as he licks into Jimin’s mouth. The lingering traces of cherry are oh so sweet, and he’s got Jimin’s tongue rubbing it into his own, giving him a proper taste. Shoving his hips forward, Jungkook grinds the obvious bulge in his pants against Jimin’s, rocking against him as he kisses him dumb, cloying heat snaking through him, coiling in his gut
Jungkook is drowning in Jimin’s sweetness, mind numb as he tastes the cherry from the cough drops and the chamomile from the tea he had earlier. Jimin may be sick, but Jungkook feels fucking sick, thinks he could get off on just tasting Jimin’s spit, wants it in his mouth, wants it dripping down his cock–
“Jungkook–” Jimin says suddenly, pushing him away. “I, I can’t–” He’s panting heavily, red lips parted and glistening with saliva. “I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry, baby.” Jungkook apologizes. “You’re just so sweet.” Even though he would love nothing more than to get lost in Jimin’s mouth again, he figures that it is probably a little difficult for Jimin to kiss like that when he’s got a stuffy nose. So Jungkook settles for grinding against him instead.
He slips his hands underneath Jimin’s back, pulling him in to feel the pressure of his cock more firmly. Below him, Jimin is an absolute mess. His dark hair is all disheveled and his mouth hangs open, lips fat and swollen and pretty– Jungkook wishes he could taste him again. Jimin starts squirming, tugging at the hem of his hoodie, revealing his smooth skin beneath it.
“Hot, Jungkookie.” Jimin whines, hair plastered to his forehead with his own sweat. “S’hot.”
“Aw,” Jungkook coos as he watches him. He’s adorable, humping against Jungkook like a dog in heat and struggling to take his hoodie off at the same time. “Need some help?” Jimin pouts and Jungkook melts, thinks his heart is probably as swollen as his dick right now.
Despite the insistent burn of arousal swirling around his belly, Jungkook is gentle as he helps Jimin out of his clothes, pulling his hoodie up and off before tugging his sweatpants down too, leaving Jimin in just his boxers.
“Better?” Jungkook wonders, hands rubbing over Jimin’s waist, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact.
With his lower lip caught between his teeth, Jimin nods.
Humming, Jungkook drags his fingertips over Jimin’s thighs, feeling the way his muscles flex, hearing the way his breath catches in his throat. “Wanna taste you so bad, baby.” Jungkook says, his tone taking on a lazy drawl, fingers wandering higher up to Jimin’s inner thigh, skirting over his boxers. Jimin’s tongue peeks out to lick his lips, his legs slowly spreading even further apart. Jungkook smiles. “Will you let me kiss you?” His fingers tease along Jimin’s crack until they settle over his hole. “Let me kiss you here?” He asks, rubbing Jimin’s rim over the fabric of his underwear.
“F-fuck–” Jimin moans, lifting his hips. “Please,” he begs, writhing underneath Jungkook’s stare. “Eat me out– want you to eat me out.”
And that’s all Jungkook needed to hear. He yanks Jimin’s boxers down and tosses them aside, saliva starting to pool on his tongue, nearly drooling at the thought of getting to taste Jimin’s hole. He kneels down and gets himself settled comfortably, hands on the backs of Jimin’s thighs to keep him pried open for him. “Such a pretty ass,” Jungkook muses, just to watch the way Jimin’s hole clenches when he says it.
“Jungkook–” Jimin huffs, a hint of embarrassment leaking into his tone. Glancing up, Jungkook sees that Jimin’s flush had spread over his face and down to his chest.
Jungkook smirks, leaning down with a renewed hunger sinking into his bones. Pressing his tongue flat against him, Jungkook licks a fat stripe all the way up his crack, and Jimin’s body jerks when his tongue travels up to tease his balls. He buries his hands in Jungkook’s hair, grabbing at it while Jungkook turns his attention somewhere else.
He laps at Jimin’s rim, taking his time tracing his tongue around it, his own spit dripping down his chin as he gets Jimin’s hole nice and wet.
“Baby–” Jimin squeaks out, and Jungkook moans in turn, fingernails scraping over the backs of Jimin’s thighs as he wriggles his tongue into his hole.
Jungkook noses Jimin’s crack, pushes his face into him like he’s determined to drown in him, fucking his tongue in and out of his hole, getting it all sloppy with saliva. He raises his eyes, looking up at Jimin to see the way he’s got his head thrown back, throat exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing.
He's the most beautiful thing Jungkook has ever seen. Groaning, Jungkook squeezes his own legs together, the wet slurping sounds he’s making as he sucks at Jimin’s rim making his own cock steadily leak precum into his underwear.
“O-oh! Oh, fuck–” Jimin cries out hoarsely, fingers twisting painfully in Jungkook’s hair when his tongue digs deeper into his hole.
“God,” Jungkook husks out, finally lifting his head to come up for air. He wipes his face with the back of hand, greedy eyes drinking in the sight of Jimin – from his half-lidded eyes down to his hard cock – all of him is flushed a pretty pink. “You taste so good, Jimin.”
“Mmf– fuck. I wanna–” Jimin sucks in a big gulp of air, like he’s trying to get his breathing back to normal. His gaze dips down, landing on the bulge between Jungkook’s legs. “Wanna taste you too.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook’s dick throbs, the breath rushing out of his body, thinking about Jimin’s plump lips wrapped around him. “You wanna suck my cock, sweetheart?”
“Please?”
Jungkook chuckles lowly. “My baby’s so polite.” It suddenly occurs to him that he’s still fully clothed while Jimin is completely naked– and that just isn’t fair. He gets to see all of Jimin, and it’s only right that Jimin gets to see all of him, especially since he knows how much Jimin enjoys the view. Jungkook works hard on his body, takes pride in his physique, and he knows Jimin appreciates all the hard work he puts into it.
Grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt, Jungkook pulls it up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. A smirk pulls at his lips when he sees the way Jimin’s eyes widen, dragging down his body. Jungkook pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, cupping himself through his pants, cockiness rushing over him. “Your throat is gonna be all fucked up for tomorrow, baby.” Jungkook says with a wicked smile. “Everyone’ll know you were sick, but they’ll just think you’ve still got a sore throat. They won’t know the reason your voice is all wrecked is ‘cause you were gagging on your boyfriend’s dick.”
“Ah–” Jimin bites down hard on his lip, reaching down to touch himself, whining as he plays with his cock.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, Jungkook slowly starts tugging them down, Jimin’s eyes following his every move. “Wanna have your face stuffed full?” Jungkook prods, but he’s not really looking for an answer. The way Jimin’s chest heaves is telling enough. Jungkook does away with both his pants and underwear, kicking them aside. With Jimin’s eyes on his cock, Jungkook wraps his fingers around himself, indulging in a slow stroke. “Wanna choke on it? You couldn’t even breathe while we were kissing, baby.” He mocks. “What makes you think you’ll be able to breathe if I fuck your throat?”
“Wanna try,” Jimin huffs, brow furrowing in determination. “Want it in my mouth.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook croons, his chest swelling with fondness. “Think my cock will make you feel all better?”
Jimin looks up at him, glossy eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room, luring Jungkook in. “Mm.” Jimin smiles sweetly, and he sounds so sweet too, reminds Jungkook of the cherry he tasted on his tongue. “Wanna take my medicine.”
Jungkook hisses out a curse, inching up the bed, inching up Jimin’s body, like his mouth is a magnet drawing him in. “You’re so fucking hot.” He says. Jimin hums at the praise, getting himself comfortable, propping his head against a pillow as Jungkook straddles his chest, dick so tantalizingly close to Jimin’s plush lips. Stretching an arm out, Jungkook grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer of the nightstand. “Finger yourself for me while I fuck your throat.” Jungkook instructs, handing him the bottle. “Want your hole to be nice and sloppy when I get to it.”
“Fuck.”
Jungkook has fucked Jimin’s throat before, has watched his eyes water as he stuffs his dick into his mouth, has listened to Jimin choke on his cock and still open wider for more. Jungkook knows Jimin can take it. But he also knows that Jimin isn’t exactly feeling his best at the moment.
He pets Jimin’s hair back lovingly, and since Jimin’s got one hand busy teasing his hole with lube-covered fingers, Jungkook takes his free hand and guides it to the back of his thigh to give Jimin something to hold onto. “Jimin.” He says, making sure his boyfriend is looking at him before carrying on. “Pinch me if it’s too much, yeah?”
Jimin doesn’t say anything. He just nods.
And the next thing Jungkook knows, he’s watching Jimin open his mouth wide, his eyes locking with Jungkook’s as he lets his jaw go slack. Jungkook doesn’t know how he got this lucky. He thinks he must’ve been a saint in his past life.
Taking his cock in his hand, Jungkook guides it to Jimin’s waiting mouth, hips slowly pushing forward until his cock is enveloped in wet heat. He threads his fingers through Jimin’s hair, both hands holding the back of his head, coaxing Jimin down, feeling his throat constrict around his length. Jungkook groans, guiding Jimin’s head up and down his cock to warm him up. When Jimin lets out a particularly loud moan, Jungkook loses it for a second, bucking his hips forward on instinct, imagining how Jimin’s hole must look right now, stuffed full as he fucks himself with his fingers.
“Shit.” He pulls Jimin off his cock, giving him a chance to breathe, not wanting to push too far. “You good, baby?”
“Want more.” Jimin rasps out.
“Cockslut.” Jungkook grunts, slapping his dick against Jimin's cheek, another wet sound added to the squelch of lube coming from Jimin as he keeps fingering himself. He feeds his cock back into Jimin’s mouth, pushing in as far as he can go. “So good for me, aren’t you?” He sinks his teeth into his lip as he stares down at him, and he knows Jimin probably can’t breathe right now, but he’s still taking it so well. Jungkook’s cock twitches, thinking about how sweet Jimin is, about how he’s sick but still so generous, about how he still wants Jungkook to feel good. Jimin’s always been a giver.
Jungkook knows Jimin probably won’t be able to keep this up much longer, so he’s going to enjoy it while it lasts, milk it for all it’s worth. He holds Jimin’s head steady, starts steadily fucking into his mouth. It’s so hot, so filthy the way Jimin’s spit dribbles down his chin, so dirty how he’s gagging and sniffling and struggling to breathe– his eyes and nose are dripping, but he’s still not making Jungkook stop.
Jimin’s noises are all muffled around Jungkook’s cock, but Jungkook can perfectly hear the wet sound of his fingers as he fucks his own hole, working himself open for him.
Jungkook can’t take it anymore.
He pulls out without warning, yanking Jimin’s head back in the process, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to Jimin’s lips.
“Fuck me,” Jimin pleads, voice raw, the thread of spit breaking. His eyes are glazed over and his lashes are clumped with tears and sticking together– he looks like a goddamn mess. “Jungkookie, please, oh–” He hasn’t stopped fingering himself, the noise of it echoing in the room. Jungkook feels like he’s about to snap just like that string of Jimin’s spit.
Climbing off his chest, Jungkook settles in between his spread legs instead. He grabs Jimin’s wrist, his fingers slipping out of his hole so that Jungkook can watch the way it gapes and glistens with lube.
“So fucking pretty.” Jungkook praises with a husky groan. “Gonna let me wreck that pretty hole?” His cock feels so cold now that it’s not in Jimin’s mouth. He needs to find somewhere warm to bury it.
“Y-yes.” Jimin nods, his whole body covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Hold your legs up for me.” Jungkook orders, and Jimin must want it so bad, grabbing the backs of his thighs to properly show himself off. “That’s it, baby.” Jungkook coos, guiding his cock to Jimin’s hole. “Hold your legs and take your medicine.”
Jungkook takes his time, pushing in slowly, even though the slide is easy with all the lube Jimin had used. Tilting his head back, Jimin’s mouth drops open with a silent cry, and Jungkook curses once he’s buried in to the hilt. His cock’s wrapped in warmth, snug inside Jimin’s walls– a perfect fit. Jimin’s lashes flutter, and it looks pretty, but Jungkook wants more, wants to make his eyes roll to the back of his head.
He pulls back only to fuck right in again, ripping a moan out of Jimin’s throat. Jimin’s always liked it rough, always likes to feel it the next day, and Jungkook is glad that him being sick hasn’t seemed to change that.
Sweat slips down Jungkook’s neck as he pounds into Jimin– it’s way too hot in the bedroom, the air so thick that Jungkook can feel it on his skin.
Leaning down, Jungkook kisses Jimin while he fucks him, and it’s so damn messy– Jimin is pretty much just panting into Jungkook’s mouth, but Jungkook doesn’t care. All he cares about is licking into him, chasing the remnants of cherry still lingering on his tongue. It tastes a little different now, a subtle tang of salt underlying the sweetness. Jungkook figures it’s probably his own precum from when he had his cock stuffed down Jimin’s throat.
Whatever it is, it has Jungkook groaning, hips snapping into Jimin harder.
He breaks the kiss only when his own lungs are screaming for air. He tries to catch his breath, but the sight beneath him is enough to knock the wind out of him all over again.
Jimin looks like sin personified. He’s playing with his nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and his cheeks are cherry red, the exact same shade as his lips. He stares up at Jungkook with hooded eyes, and they look like they’re about to slip closed at any second, like he’s about to just lay back and take his fucking like the perfect little slut Jungkook knows he is.
Groaning, Jungkook grabs hold of his hips, yanking him down to bury himself deeper every time he fucks in. “You good, baby?” Jungkook checks in, just to be sure. “Doing so well, being so good.” He doesn’t take his eyes off Jimin for even a second, enthralled by every inch of him. “Sick and dirty, baby. And all fucking mine.”
"Oh my god." Jimin whines out, gripping the backs of his legs harder, leaving red marks on his own skin. He blinks up at Jungkook dazedly, like he’s trying to peer through the haze of his pleasure. “Jungkook–” It’s barely audible over the sound of Jungkook’s hips smacking against his ass. “’m gonna cum.” Jimin slurs. “Gonna cum.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook grunts, knows he won’t last much longer himself. He’s got a one-track mind, pounding into Jimin, chasing his release like a dog chasing a rabbit. “Gonna cum on my cock?”
“Mhm.” Jimin nods dumbly, eyelids slipping shut. “Feels so fucking good.”
When Jungkook wraps his fingers around Jimin’s dick, Jimin trembles, back bowing off the bed, crying out as Jungkook jerks him off. Everything after that is a blur.
Jimin must not be able find it in himself to hold on any longer, and he cums with his head thrown back, white ropes landing on his stomach and chest. His body goes rigid, his walls clenching around Jungkook just right.
"Fucking hell, Jimin." Jungkook’s cock pulses, eyes rolling to the back of his head, hitting his orgasm with a moan. He holds Jimin flush against him, nails digging into his hips as he rocks against his body, fucking his cum into his hole.
At the end of it all, Jimin lets out a soft sigh, letting go of his legs so that they drop down onto the bed. His eyes are still closed, looking all sleepy and sated and downright adorable.
Satisfaction filters through Jungkook, the incessant heat that had been pooling in his blood cooling off. He pulls out carefully, ignoring the heaviness sinking into his bones, his own fatigue of little concern to him. There are far more important things to consider at the moment. He moves to the edge of the bed, and when he stands up, Jungkook finds that his legs are a little wobbly.
“Where are you going?” Jimin mumbles with a frown, peeking his eyes open.
“I’ll be right back.” Jungkook promises. “I’m just gonna run you a bath and make you some tea.”
“Only wanna bath if you come in with me.”
“Okay, baby.” Jungkook smiles, sweeping Jimin’s hair off his forehead. “Whatever you want.”
A little while later, Jungkook returns with a steaming cup of tea loaded with honey, knowing how much Jimin likes sweet things.
In the bathtub, Jungkook sits with Jimin between his legs, leaning back against Jungkook's chest while Jungkook rests against the wall of the tub. The air around them smells of lavender from the Epsom salts that Jungkook had added to the bath, and the water is the perfect temperature.
Jungkook feels his eyelids grow heavy as he sits there, listening to Jimin’s gentle breathing. A stray droplet of water drips from the tap every now and then with a soft bloop.
He could drift off if he wanted to, but Jungkook forces himself to stay awake. Taking care of Jimin and making sure that he’s okay is far more important than submitting to sleep.
After getting out of the tub, Jungkook tells Jimin to go lay down, and then he heads to the kitchen to make him dinner.
Jungkook isn't all that hungry himself, but he heats up a can of soup for Jimin. It's not much, but it’s warm and easy to stomach, and he knows Jimin will appreciate it. He brings it to him in a mug so that Jimin can eat it in bed, and the two of them resume their movie marathon on the laptop.
Jungkook could easily fall to sleep– his eyelids feel like they’re made of lead, and he’s so comfortable as he lays there with Jimin, feels so nice and warm. But he doesn’t want to go to bed yet, is determined to stay awake until Jimin falls asleep.
“Baby?” Jungkook says about halfway into the second movie. Jimin had finished his soup and they’re cuddling now, Jimin’s head resting on Jungkook’s chest. When Jimin hums in acknowledgement, Jungkook gives him a little squeeze, hugging him closer. “Whatever happens tomorrow, it’s gonna be okay.”
Jimin shifts to look up at him. He stares at Jungkook for a moment or two, like he’s taking his time admiring him. “I know.” Jimin says, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He reaches up, tracing his fingers over Jungkook’s jaw. “I love you.”
Jungkook kisses the top of his head. He genuinely believes his own words– he knows that it will all be okay, because it always is. Everything may not always be perfect, but it’s always okay. “Love you too.”
Jungkook doesn’t really remember what happens after that– everything goes a little fuzzy. He can’t keep his eyes open. Even though they had a bath with Epsom salts, his muscles feel a little achy. Even though he has Jimin right next to him, he's starting to feel a little chilly.
Despite his best efforts to stay awake, Jungkook falls into a deep sleep before making it to the end of the second movie.
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When Jungkook wakes up on Monday, he immediately wishes that he was still asleep.
He squeezes his eyes shut again, burying his face into his pillow.
Fuck, he’s tired.
He’s tired, and he wants cuddles.
Stretching his arm out, Jungkook blindly searches for his boyfriend. It only takes about a second for him to realize that Jimin isn’t even in bed with him.
“Jimin?” Jungkook calls out hoarsely. No response. He rubs at his eyes before blinking them open once more. “Jimin?” He tries again, and god, he could really use a glass of water. His throat is killing him. Grabbing his phone, Jungkook checks to see if he has any messages from his boyfriend, but he ends up getting distracted and gaping at the time instead.
No way.
It’s already past noon. It’s past noon, and Jungkook doesn’t understand how he’s this tired after sleeping in that late. He probably hasn’t slept in this late since high-school.
Shaking his head, Jungkook shoves the shock of his unnecessarily long slumber to the back of his mind, because there are far more important things to deal with at the moment.
He has two missed texts from Jimin.
Jiminie: Hi baby, I didn’t want to wake you up this morning because you seemed like you were having a really nice sleep (you were drooling and snoring SUPER loud, and I may or may not have taken a few videos to laugh at later)
Jiminie: Anyway I felt really really good when I woke up so I decided to head in for my first day of teaching! Can’t wait to see you when I get home 💕
Jungkook grins at his phone, so hard that his cheeks are aching. He types out a quick reply, telling Jimin he’s excited to see him and to hear all about his day. He couldn’t be happier that Jimin is finally feeling better, and if he had the energy, then he wouldn’t hesitate to jump up and do a celebratory dance.
But for some reason, Jungkook is currently lacking in the energy department. In fact, his eyelids are getting a little droopy. He fights off the urge to yawn.
Maybe he’ll stay in bed for a little longer. After all, he doesn’t have to work until tomorrow. Maybe he’ll rest his eyes for just another five minutes…
When Jimin returns home that evening, Jungkook is laying on the couch underneath a heap of blankets.
“Hi, baby.” Jungkook greets. He feels like shit, but he’s still pleased to see his boyfriend, still looking forward to hearing about how his day was. “Did you have a good first day?”
The smile that Jimin had been wearing when he first stepped into the apartment fades away. “You’re sick.” He states with a frown, leaving his bag by the door and hurrying over to the couch. “Do you need anything? Are you cold? I’ll make you some tea.” Kneeling down next to him, Jimin delicately touches the back of his hand to Jungkook’s forehead. “I’ll run to the store for some cough drops, too.” His lips curl into a small, contrite smile. “All we have is cherry.”
Jungkook flashes him a grin. “That’s okay.” He says. “I think I like cherry now.”