62. The Most Crucial Time

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By: @illumify

Jimin settled into the couch cushions and tried to get comfortable despite knowing he'd have to move again as soon as Jungkook returned with their drinks.

"Jungkook-ah, hurry up! The episode just went live," he yelled in the direction of the kitchen.

They'd made it a bit of a tradition to watch the new In the Soop episodes every week, choosing not to watch them ahead of time like the others had so they could enjoy the surprise along with ARMY.

"I'm coming! You're so impatient, hyung," Jungkook replied as he entered the room carrying two glasses with a healthy pour of red wine.

"Oh, it's hyung now, is it?" Jimin looked up through his lashes at Jungkook and gave him a slight smirk. His flirting earned him a knee nudging his ribs, encouraging him to scoot over and make room for Jungkook.

"Only when you're being a brat," Jungkook said. He took a sip from one of the glasses. Jimin reached for the other, but Jungkook held it out of Jimin's reach. Jimin made a lunge for it across Jungkook's lap, but Jungkook just stretched further, the wine sloshing perilously close to spilling on their carpet.

"Who's being the brat here?" Jimin pouted. Jungkook smiled wide—his nose scrunching up in a way that made Jimin's pout slip for a fraction of a second—and relented. He handed the glass to Jimin and gave him a peck on the top of his head as a fond apology. Jimin clutched the glass close to his chest and shuffled both of their limbs around until he was comfy and cozy again, situated between Jungkook's legs with his back to Jungkook's chest.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. Can we watch now?" Jungkook asked. He reached around Jimin to press play on the tablet in Jimin's hand. He let his arm fall and rest wrapped around Jimin's waist, fingers stroking the strip of skin exposed by his shirt riding up after all their squirming movement.

The sounds of the theme song they'd worked so hard on as a group floated through the air, and they settled down to watch and remember all the things they had done together with their favorite people in the world not too long ago.

Most of the wine was gone by the time they'd giggled their way through the scene revealing the failed attempts at frying chicken. Jimin had a sudden thought, remembering what exactly had happened later that evening.

"Hey, uh, Jungkook?" he started nervously.

"Mmh?"

"Do you remember that night?"

Jungkook was silent for a moment but after a while responded, "um, yeah, wasn't this when we..." He trailed off and fidgeted a bit. He took both their glasses and set them on the side table before burrowing back into approximately how they'd been resting up against each other before.

"Yeah, uh. No one from the staff said anything, right? Surely they're not going to show anything." Jimin laughed, a slight edge of hysteria lilting at the end. "Right?"

Jungkook tightened his arm around Jimin. "Of course not, they'd edit that out for sure. They might not even mention anything about it at all." His words were firm but his voice betrayed the same nerves that were sending an electric buzzing through Jimin's brain.

They turned back to the screen and watched tensely as things played out. When the scenes cut from the group dinner at night to the members waking up and going about their morning, it seemed as if their fears were for nothing. They began to relax a bit.

Then, the cameras shifted to Jimin still sleeping in his room. On-screen Jungkook shuffled in and joined him in the bed, wrapping his legs around Jimin until he was undeniably spooning his sleepy hyung. The two on the couch held their breaths as Jungkook rolled over and lay there silent for a few moments—giving up on his attempts to wake Jimin—before getting back out of bed with no more than a "this bed is big."

Jimin snorted and murmured under his breath, "if the bed was so big why didn't you join me for a night or two, huh?" Jungkook pinched his side and giggled into Jimin's hair.

"You know we really wouldn't have gotten away with that." He started to tickle Jimin and nibble on his earlobe until something on the screen caught his attention.

Jimin had apparently woken up and was walking out to meet the others playing down the hill, but the editors had chosen to point out the limp in his walk.

"Uh oh," Jungkook said. Jimin looked up at the tablet quickly and watched in tense anticipation as his past self appeared sitting in the upper house and explained to the camera how he had managed to injure himself after they all had seemingly had an uneventful evening.

"It was the most crucial time for me. It was the highlight, the night going from the 5th to the 6th day. I was so happy then, having a drink with everyone and all. It was so great, and when everyone went back inside, Jung Kook and I played around all night. We drank more, played ping pong, ran around, and yes, I broke Jung Kook's mosquito net, which I was running away from when I fell. I got a bruise, and that's what happened."

Jimin and Jungkook sat with bated breath waiting for the show to move along, waiting to see if any scenes from their wild so-far-unseen night would be shown. When it became apparent they were in the clear, they both let out a gust of air. They were considerably more relaxed as the rest of the episode played out, certain the danger had passed and there would be no more chances for them to be exposed for their behavior.

When the video ended, Jimin shut off the tablet and sat up to stretch his stiff limbs. Jungkook stood up and collected the empty glasses, ruffling Jimin's hair as he passed on his way back to the kitchen.

"See? Nothing to worry about! They just had you brush it off with that smug smile of yours," Jungkook said. "Although you probably could've been a little more subtle with that whole 'it was the highlight' of the trip part, huh?"

Jimin huffed in annoyance then felt the devious wheels of his mind turn. He only thought for a split second before racing across the living room as quietly as he could, swatting Jungkook on his ass, and taking off for the bedroom before his boyfriend and co-conspirator could come back to his senses enough to chase him down for revenge.

By morning he wasn't sure who actually got revenge on whom, but he was satisfied nonetheless.

The relief didn't last long.

Or, it lasted six days to be exact.

They were in the middle of some extra choreography practice with the other members for the upcoming livestream concert the night the behind the scenes video dropped.

"Hey uh," Namjoon said to Jimin during a break, "did you know they were going to put this in the show?" He tilted his phone so Jimin could see.

Namjoon had apparently pulled up a tweet with a clip from the video. A clip that showed Jimin flailing drunkenly on Jungkook's bed.

"What!" Jimin squeaked. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jungkook's wide eyes looking his way from across the practice room. "No! No no no! Why!" He yanked the phone out of Namjoon's hands and started tapping and scrolling his way around the app, trying to find more evidence of what had been included beyond those couple of seconds.

"Relax, it's nothing bad. Just you two acting like a bunch of drunk idiots," Namjoon laughed. He tried to take his phone back but Jimin just twirled away, still frantically searching for more damning clips among all the giddy reaction tweets.

"Jimin, it's okay," Jungkook said softly, suddenly standing next to him. "I pulled up the whole video. It's fine." Jimin felt Jungkook's hand rub his circles into his shoulder, trying to soothe him.

"It's okay? They cut it out?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah, it's just us running around then you falling. That's all. Nothing more." Jungkook's eyes were still wide—betraying his calm façade with the proof he'd been just as panicked as Jimin was—but Jimin believed him and he finally let Namjoon pry the phone back out of his hands.

"Good."

"Uhhh you guys want to share what that was about? What did they cut?" Seokjin asked from where he was spread out on the floor, propped up by his elbows to stare at them with one raised eyebrow.

"Nothing, hyung!" Jimin and Jungkook said in unison. Their eyes met and they let out similarly relieved laughs.

Jimin really had meant to go straight to bed that night.

It had been a long day of doing nothing, which he was shocked to find out was almost as exhausting as having a long day of doing something.

But Jungkook had other plans. It was always Jungkook's fault.

It started out with the others all drifting off to bed as conversation at the dinner table wound down. They'd all been sitting there for hours already just chatting about whatever struck them, something Jimin was pleased to know they could still do without getting bored even though it felt like they should know everyone's stories already after so many years together.

Yoongi had left first, wanting to finish up a few more tweaks on the songs he'd been working on the last few days. Then Namjoon, who wanted to read his book. Then Seokjin, who said age may be before beauty, but the age needed rest to also be the beauty. Hoseok stayed for a little while longer, happily buzzed from the few sips of beer he'd allowed himself with their chicken. But when he started nodding off at the table, Taehyung nudged him awake and took on the duty of helping him to bed.

Taehyung must've decided to go to bed, too, because fifteen minutes passed and he still hadn't come back down. Which left Jimin and Jungkook alone.

They didn't notice they'd been abandoned for a while, still just talking in circuitous paths, winding around familiar conversations but still finding surprising offshoots to travel down and learn something new about each other.

Eventually, as it frequently did, the mellow mood began to gradually ramp up into a slow simmer of tension. Not a bad feeling, but something that spurred Jimin to act on it to release the building pressure.

"Maybe you did turn out to be some painting prodigy," Jimin said, nodding at the stack of Jungkook's latest work in the corner, "but I bet I could still beat you in ping pong." He met Jungkook's eyes without blinking, tilted his chin up in challenge.

"Oh yeah? You want a rematch? I think we're still 3-2 on games since we got here. And I'm not the 2." Jungkook's grin grew as Jimin's jaw dropped with feigned outrage.

"I think you're misremembering, but we'll call this game the final decision. Winner takes all, yeah?"

Jungkook kept grinning, but there was a determined look in his eyes now that set a little flame alight in Jimin's belly.

"Deal."

Three rounds and innumerable acts of cheating from both sides later found the two of them chasing each other around the yard.

"I didn't cheat!" Jimin shouted, uncaring of whether the other members or their neighbors further along the river could hear him.

"Yes you did! So you're a cheater and a liar!" Jungkook shouted back. He had almost snagged the back of Jimin's cardigan, but Jimin twisted out of reach and sprinted back to the other end of the yard.

"Well, if I cheated, then so did you! So that win doesn't count!" Jimin was breathless from the running but more importantly from the constant laughter he was incapable of stopping. Jungkook had nearly caught up again, so Jimin changed direction once again and took off for the house. He had planned to take a detour through the house and out to the other side, hopefully catching Jungkook off guard in the process, but somehow they'd forgotten to only close the screen door and the glass door had locked behind them.

Jimin tried to quickly make it back out to the safety of the dark yard, but Jungkook had caught up once more. Jungkook grabbed the sleeve of Jimin's cardigan right as he stepped down from the deck, and Jimin felt himself losing balance. He fell sideways, Jungkook's grip breaking some of the fall, giggling the whole time.

"Do you give up, Jimin-ah?" Jungkook whispered in Jimin's ear. Jimin felt overheated from their vigorous activities and from the beer they'd had plenty of all evening, but this warmth bubbling up inside was for a totally different reason. Jimin felt a remote sense of surprise that he was on the way to getting hard just with Jungkook looming over him and his breath in Jimin's ear.

"Never. But, because I am gracious in all things, maybe we can continue this someplace else?" Jimin asked, his voice soft and raspy.

Jungkook looked at him with his wide eyes and adorable mouth gaping in a confused pout. "What do you mean?"

Jimin smirked and asked, "your place or mine, Jungkook-ah?" The light of recognition dawned on Jungkook's face and that dark look returned to his eyes.

"Mine, but you have to catch me first!" Jungkook took off running across the yard toward the floating house, disappearing into the inky darkness of the chilly night air. Jimin sat in surprised silence for a beat, still on the ground, before hauling himself off the ground and running after him.

He picked up one of the balls lying in the yard along the way, no plan for what to do with it but something in his brain telling him to the way brains do when you're running on a buzz of adrenaline and lust.

When he reached Jungkook's door, he was a little surprised to find it locked. He wondered what Jungkook needed to do in there that required him to keep Jimin out, or maybe he was just being bratty and making Jimin work for it some more. Either way, Jimin was determined to make it in that room one way or another, so he slapped his palm on the door repeatedly, making his presence known. He heard Jungkook shuffling around inside, maybe his bag moving, then suddenly the door opened and he was met with a barrage of soft jabs to his head and shoulders.

"Jungkook-ah! Stop it, this isn't the kind of foreplay I had in mind," Jimin huffed, momentarily distracted by the playful fighting and the slight scent of Jungkook's favorite perfume that wafted through the air. Jungkook kept giggling and punching. None of his hits held any force, they were just a constant flurry of contact keeping Jimin from entering. Jimin let Jungkook herd him toward the door frame and waited for his chance.

"The last hit," Jimin said, absorbing the light punches and over-exaggerating their effect on him. Jungkook paused for a moment, and Jimin took advantage, slipping into the room and searching for what mischief he could pay back in kind.

Jimin zeroed in on Jungkook's bed—ideally where all of this was headed anyway—and saw the mosquito net blocking his way. Well, that wouldn't do. He shuffled his way across the small room toward it, eagerly picking up speed.

"No!" Jungkook said, guessing rightly that Jimin was up to something. Jimin giggled and vaulted himself on top of the net, his momentum making his legs arc up into the air and over as Jungkook shouted at him again to stop.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook who had come to a stop next to the bed's platform. "No!" he said once more, but his shoulders were shaking with laughter. The pole nearest Jungkook sprung out of place and stuck up in midair.

"I think this is in the way, Jungkook-ah, don't you agree?" Jimin whined. He rolled around on the bed, still clutching his ball and making the net come loose even more.

"What am I going to do with you?" Jungkook asked. His face broke out in an exasperated but overwhelmingly fond grin. Before Jimin could reply, Jungkook took hold of the net at the foot of the bed and started pulling it out from under him. Jimin rolled over sideways and over again, losing grip on the ball finally, until the net was completely free. He looked up as Jungkook flung the net toward the door. "There, net's not a problem anymore, so again: what am I going to do with you?"

Jimin's breath caught at the look in Jungkook's eyes. His cheeks were a slight pink from all the running and alcohol and there was a sparkle in his eyes that in Jimin's experience always meant trouble. Fun trouble, but trouble all the same.

Jungkook stepped up onto the platform and crouched next to Jimin. His powerful thighs strained the fabric of his shorts. He reached out and ran his hand through Jimin's hair, dragging his fingers down to trace Jimin's ear, his cheek, his lips. "I believe you said that game was winner takes all, so now I think I'm ready to take it all."

Jimin parted his lips with a sharp gasp and touched the slightest bit of tongue to Jungkook's finger. "Is that right? You think I'm the all?"

Jungkook swung a leg over Jimin's body and knelt down until he was face to face with Jimin, noses less than an inch from each other. "I think you're everything."

Their lips crushed together in a familiar dance they'd memorized the steps to years ago. Jungkook's hands found their grip at the back of Jimin's neck, fingers stretching up into his hair. Jimin snuck his hands under Jungkook's shirt and smoothed his palms over Jungkook's abs and up to lightly cup his chest. When Jungkook ratcheted the kiss up another notch and lowered his body so they were flush against each other, he rearranged their lower halves until he forced Jimin's legs to part around him. Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook's broad back, hands coming to rest on his shoulder blades, fingers digging in with slight pressure.

Jimin broke for breath first, leaving one last peck on Jungkook's lips before craning his head back to suck in fresh air. He was overwhelmed by everything Jungkook, thoughts catching on that intoxicating scent of warmth and light that seemed so perfectly him.

"I know Taehyung-ie said you become passionate when you need to, but he seriously has no idea," Jimin laughed. His hardness had only grown the longer they kissed and Jungkook chose that moment to let Jimin know he was aware of the situation. He rubbed one of his thighs against Jimin's erection and grinned wide when Jimin let out a low, breathy groan. "Jungkook-ah, please don't tease. You know we didn't bring anything with us because we said we'd behave while we were here."

As the words left his mouth, Jimin suddenly remembered there were cameras all around them, probably still recording every single moment. He started to sit up in a panic, but Jungkook's strong hands pushed him back down and reached up to pin his hands to the bed.

"Relax, it's fine. If anyone watches back in the morning before we can give them a heads-up they'll figure out what's going on pretty quick and delete the rest of the recordings for the night. Besides, it's definitely not the worst they've caught us doing." He gave a stronger roll of his hips than the pace he'd set before, causing more friction between them and another groan to escape Jimin's reddened lips. "I'm pretty sure that bunk bed in New Zealand wasn't nearly as good at hiding us as we thought it would be."

Jimin let out a cry of protest—that one hadn't been his fault either, not really, okay maybe a little bit—but it was cut off by Jungkook nosing his way under the collar of Jimin's shirt and giving a little nip to his collarbone. "No biting!" Jimin reprimanded.

Jungkook tucked his face against Jimin's neck to stifle his laughter. "I know, but it's not where anyone can see. I couldn't help giving you a little one. We can stop if you'd rather we wait until we go back home in a couple of days."

Jimin tsked in mock disapproval and squirmed underneath him to find a better angle where they could both fit together. He arched up until he heard a breath escape Jungkook's mouth between clenched teeth.

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