Shit Down

                                    

                                          
"Come on, Jungkook," I chant to myself as I watch my brother on stage. 
                          
I wasn't able to give him IV fluids before the concert because of his rehearsals, but from the looks of it, he's doing just fine regardless. He's hit every mark and every note throughout the concert, and now they're finally onto the last song. 
                          
I guess they call him the Golden Maknae for a reason
                          
"We love you guys so much," Namjoon says into the mic. "We are BTS, thank you."
                          
The lights go down as the screaming increases and seven very sweaty boys come rushing into the backstage area.
                          
"Hey baby," Jimin whispers on his way past me towards the dressing room. 
                          
I smile to myself and follow them, but I'm yanked behind a wall before I get too far. "Jimin, you scared me!"
                          
"Awww, I'm sorry jagiya," he giggles with his lips already pressing to mine.
                          
Kissing him feels like a first kiss every single time. My heart flutters with warmth as he kisses me while my stomach does backflips. I feel like a teenager all over again, this time with the adorable boyfriend to complete the fantasy.
                          
"What if one of the guys comes looking for you?" I giggle. 
                          
"They won't." He winks and kisses me again with more ferocity than before. The kiss is deeper and far less innocent, his hands wandering from my waist to grab my ass. 
                          
I grab the back of his neck in response, pulling him even closer as my other hand fists the collar of his shirt. Every thought in my head is replaced by Jimin's lips, his hands, his warmth. 
                          
"Jagiya," he hums, just as one of his hands slides up to play with the hem of my shirt. "I think you wore this just to tease me."
                          
Jimin sucks lightly on my jaw, his one hand sliding up under my shirt to rest on the small of my back. It's true, the shirt is more fitted and low-cut than my normal ones, but I didn't think it would effect him to the point of pinning me behind a wall. 
                          
"Jimin," I moan softly, which makes him smile. 
                          
"You're so cute," he giggles. 
                          
I lean forward to close the gap between us, muffling his giggles in the process. Our lips glide in sync while soft moans fill the quiet space. I feel like I could spend all day in his arms just kissing him. 
                          
"Woah," he gasps as I move to kiss his neck, being mindful not to leave any marks behind. I can feel him pressed against my leg, and I smirk to myself knowing that I've gotten him this excited just from kissing. 
                          
"Shit"
                          
That's right, baby, I can tease too
                          
"Jungsoon," Jimin whispers urgently.
                          
Confused, I pull away and look up at him, but he's looking down the hallway. As soon as my eyes follow his, I want to curl into a ball of embarrassment and roll away. 
                          
"Hey Kookie," I lower my eyes in shame as my little brother storms up to us. Jimin holds me to his chest as if protecting me from Jungkook's fury. 
                          
"Don't 'Kookie' me, Noona!" Jungkook growls with his eyes locked on Jimin. "You really couldn't keep it in your pants, could you? Noona is a good person, she's our fucking doctor! How dare you seduce her just because she's convenient for you?"
                          
"Jungkook," I say disapprovingly, but he couldn't care less. 
                          
"You knew that my Noona would fall for your games," he continues. "What? Did you tell her you loved her? That you would change for her? You are so sick! I don't know how I was ever..."