HE'S MINE NOT HER'S ? || JIKOOK ?

12

Terrified because if anything happens, I could lose my best friend.

So I wait.

Breathless.

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JUNGKOOK POV

I don't know what came over me.

Actions and words that were just supposed to help my best friend out of a bind are suddenly the most powerful thing I've ever felt.

And now I have Jimin pinned against the door under my body.

Without witnesses.

Without show. Just us.

Here's a guy I've looked at my whole life and never have I seen him in this way. With this need.

I drop Jimin's hand and brace myself against the door with a hand on either side of his shoulders, caging him in.

Our chests are pressed tight, our hips separated by mere inches.

I could push myself back.

It wouldn't be an effort really.

But I wouldn't dare.

With our faces so close, I can feel his breath on my neck.

Looking into his warm brown eyes, eyes I'd seen my whole life, I see a spark in them. A spark that I now feel in my own.

My mind is swirling with thoughts and my heart with feelings.

My lips are zinging with need.

My heart is pounding louder and harder than the beat of the music outside our window at the party below.

A small voice in my head tells me I'm drunk.

A louder voice says this is what I've been looking for my whole life.

I can't hold back any longer.

I need to kiss him.

I need to confirm what I'd felt earlier.

Sure tomorrow, in the fog of what will surely be a hangover to end all hangovers, I'll probably blame those stupid lemon-basil martinis but how can I deny this connection?

This electricity between Jimin and me?

I lean in and our lips connect.

No longer is my mind spinning.

Nor am I'm worried about what tomorrow might bring.

I'm grounded.

The kiss is tender yet strong.

Jimin's lips yield to mine and I'm not sure but I think I hear him moan.

It's so unlike kissing a girl.

No goopy lip gloss or sticky lipstick or berry-flavored lip balm

Just lips.

I kiss the lower line of flesh, then the upper, tasting... testing...

A touch of wetness hits my lip and I quickly realize his tongue has swept along my lower lip.

Tentatively, I let my tongue slip out to do the same and after half a stroke, Jimin's tongue meets mine.

I swoon a bit I fucking swoon and in an instant, our tongues are dueling, our teeth occasionally scraping against tongues or clashing on one another.

Things ramp up and in no time
at all we are frantic.

Jimin's hand is gripping at my waist and before I know it, he has wrapped his other hand behind my neck holding us close and not missing a beat he flips things so that he is now pressing me against the wall.

We continue to kiss, not breaking our connection. Thank fuck!

When Jimin presses his hips into me, I can feel his erection pressed up against mine.

It's then I realized how hard my own dick had gotten.

I mean, I knew I had a hard-on, I just hadn't realized how hard.

It's a startling reality all of this.

To be with Jimin.

To feel these things.

So way beyond that afternoon with him teaching me to slow dance in his bedroom.

And it's not only about sex.

There's more. Way more.

I pull back, I'm not sure if it's to breathe or to think or—

"I'm sorry." Jimin rushes and steps back.

"Don't." I hush, desperate to touch and kiss Jimin again.

His absence is gutting.

I step into him and wrap one arm around his waist and cup the back of his head with my other hand.

I resume our kissing not wanting things to stop, annoyed with myself for making Jimin feel he needed to apologize.

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