HELLO, DARLING | JIKOOK ?

Seeing Jeongguk like this, completely defenseless and drowning in his own sorrow makes Jimin's head spin and his chest constrict. The crook of his neck is absolutely wet and his shirt has been stretched from being tugged on so profusely by desperate fingers.

"Breathe, Jeongguk. Please." Jimin's fingers journey through the man's tousled blond hair gently and with soft intent. The grip on his sleeves waver as foreign sniffling continues to laden the air, copious and heavy.

It has been like this for the past fifteen minutes. The melancholy in the air is weighing Jimin's shoulders down - he isn't used to consoling other people. He does what he can, holding Jeongguk close, because it seems to be working. Very soon the man is finally pulling away, quiet. But there are crimson rings around his eyes and his cheeks are blotchy all over, dampened.

"I was hoping you'd never have to see me like this." It comes out as a mere croak, leaving Jeongguk's red lips. He almost looks guilty, in a sense, for being caught in such a distressed state.

"You don't have to hide what you feel when you're around me, Jeongguk. I told you that I'm not leaving your side." Jimin reaches forward, swiping his fingers over the apples of the blond's cheeks.

"But this isn't who I am." Jeongguk tilts his head to the side, shifting Jimin's hands away from his face. He's looking at the wall with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

Jimin chews on his bottom lip. He repositions himself so that he's kneeling in front of Jeongguk, rather than sitting beside him. "Sure, this isn't who you are. That's fine. Everyone has a weakness. And mine just happens to be you, Jeongguk."

The admission manages to lure Jeongguk's gaze over. They're looking one another in the eyes now, and Jimin is thankful to see that some of the sadness previously embroidered over his sad complexion is now ebbed away.

The blond's lips twitch, as if he means to say something. But he can't quite muster whatever is it that he needs to voice it. Jimin frowns and leans in, pawing at Jeongguk's thighs, spreading them apart. He slots himself between his bent knees and looks him over carefully.

"Please remember that I'm all yours. I belong to you and no one else." Jimin's fingers move over Jeongguk's jaw gingerly, trailing over his neck and collarbone. They curl around his shirt and he leans in slowly to kiss him on his lips.

It takes Jeongguk all but a second to reciprocate. His hand wanders over Jimin's backside and rests on his waist as a means to lower him tenderly onto the carpet. He hovers over top of him and kisses him slowly, savouring the sweet taste of his inner mouth, dragging pleasured sounds from the base of Jimin's throat.

Keeping to the steady pace, Jimin is drawing his fingertips up and down Jeongguk's back, moaning softly as a nose nudges at his jaw and as lips move to his neck. There are small trails of fire left at every area of contact. He whimpers the blond's name quietly.

Jeongguk returns his attention to Jimin's lips, leaning down to nip at them gingerly. He pulls back, admiring the smaller man's flushed state. His long, black lashes fan the round shape of his pink cheeks. They lay there in silence and Jimin lifts his hand to drag his palm over Jeongguk's cheek, studying his sullen complexion.

"You can cry in front of me. You can break down in front of me and show me your truly colours, Jeongguk. It's okay to not be okay." Jimin is pulled carefully into Jeongguk's lap to straddle his thighs. Hands are firm around his waist, holding him close and still.

There is a flutter in Jimin's stomach and a chill traveling down his spine, beckoned by the reverent look in Jeongguk's eyes and the fingertips dimpling his skin beneath his shirt. It's impossible for him to not feel like the most special and desired in a moment like this.