By: @kookameal (orphan_account)

Jungkook often associates himself with little to no emotions a lot of times. Laughter only comes when Taehyung or Seokjin does something stupid, or maybe when Namjoon flails his arms like a chicken. Amusement when Yoongi complains like an old man, or when Hoseok laughs so hard he curls inwards.

Jimin, Jimin is special; he doesn't need to do a thing and Jungkook finds himself staring unconsciously at the older ever since they came back from Tokyo, the habit was starting to become glaringly obvious and he is not the least bit ashamed. That's probably when Jungkook started his obsessive video clip collection of just Jimin, doing things. Things that were irrelevant, things that were made important by Jungkook because Jimin either washed a spoon or rubbed the tip of his nose.

That was how Jungkook discovered himself thinking 'Wow, I want to capture that.' even if Jimin does as little as nods himself to sleep on the sofa.

If a man's easy to fool, it's not Jimin, and it's not like Jungkook's trying to be very discreet about it either because he knows his lover will let him do as he please even if he shoves a camera right under the older's nose. Jimin thinks nothing of it since he knows the other's sudden phases of jumping into things, and Jungkook just suddenly wanted to continue filming him shortly after coming back from their Japan trip, nothing wrong with that.

After Jimin found out about Jungkook's first video production on their channel, being a priority subject and given constant attention by the other can be pleasing (though he does put up a fight once in a while if Jungkook tries to sneak a clip of Jimin showering).

Jimin merely shrugs, and he believes it'll blow over in a month and Jungkook will do something new again. But it doesn't. Jimin doesn't know what he's doing that piques Jungkook's interest so much, it was amusing. The youngest of the group made it into a habit to film Jimin at least twice a day in short footages, be it his phone or camera.

Jimin was curious, to say the least. Jungkook had enough videos to compile into a movie.

As an idol Jimin does care about his image to a certain extent, he knows Jungkook won't be so foolish as to leak footage of him naked, but there are many others that worry him. Take for example that time he tripped on his own feet while they played Wii Sports. Or maybe the time Jimin got startled awake and choked on a lip brush because he jolted up in the middle of application.

'What does he even do with them?'

Jimin finds himself growing more and more alert towards Jungkook's antics after that late night when the older creeped into the kitchen at 4am in the morning and came across soft noises from Jungkook's lone room which didn't resemble aggressive clicking produced by gaming.

And during midnights when Jungkook's not tucked in Jimin's bed, the locked Golden Closet never fail to feed Jimin's growing suspicions.

*

Midnight, they came back into the apartment after a busy day in the studios and everyone immediately retreating to the showers and their beds. Jimin finished last, drapes a towel over his damp hair while brushing his teeth, pausing to stare into his reflection which shown his worn out skin; dark circles, angry dots and marks appearing due to his lack of sleep. Jimin aggressively maneuvers the toothbrush. He hated seeing himself during moments like this.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jimin catches Jungkook filming him through the mirror, just slightly peeking his bowlcut through the door. The shorter sighs, he really wasn't in the mood for this even though it was Jungkook's first time today because they were so wrapped up in work and Jimin made it a point as he gargles and spits into the washing basin loudly, wiping the remains with his towel.

Jungkook could sense the air around Jimin was off and urged himself to say something, but no words came as Jimin shoulders passed him. The younger flinched before instinctively pulling Jimin into his arms, "I'm sorry."

"What for?" Jimin's voice was gentle yet upset. They were hugging in the middle of the hallway and a deafening silence rang into Jungkook's anxiety as everyone else was either sleeping or fiddling with their phones, "I'm sorry for bothering you." He adds and meets Jimin in the eye, look already soft from their short exchange which washed his petty anger away.

"You've been all up in my face everyday for the past few months and now you're apologizing. What's this Jeon Jungkook?" Jimin scoffs in a playful tone, breaking himself from the hug and lands a kick on Jungkook's thigh. Jungkook shrugged, sometimes he sucks at asking permission, especially with Jimin.

Jimin grabs the younger's hand with his two smaller ones, massaging them in a caring manner, "It's okay really. I'm just in a bad mood today because I'm so tired. I'm sorry." Jungkook picks up on the unsteady fluctuations on his voice and he entwined one hand with another of Jimin's; He knows, he knows how insecure the latter can get sometimes and it hurts because Jungkook loves him to bits and thinks he's the most perfect human being on Earth. Jungkook could gush about Jimin for hours and hours, that file on his laptop is proof.

Jungkook swallowed a lump on his throat before dragging the other to his small dwelling of a messy room, Jimin only following behind questioningly. "Come, sit with me." The younger of the two plops onto his gaming chair and gestures to his lap where Jimin settled on, already familiar with such close proximity with each other.

"I want to show you something."

With a hand wrapped around Jimin's small waist and the latter's arms circling on Jungkook's shoulder, the black-haired clumsily navigates through his open laptop, clicking into several hidden files before settling on one called 'Jimin'.

Whatever comes next Jimin will never be able to brace for even if he tried. They were labeled really messily, but upon a glance they seemed like really short diary entries.

'hes cute when he stuffs food into his mouth.mp4'

'today he fell over nothing.mp4'

'today he fell over nothing 2.mp4'

Jimin could feel himself blushing a deep red while Jungkook let him take it all in slowly, eyeing on which file he'd choose to open and show the secrets he has been keeping for a long time.

'when he laughed too hard and fell off the bed.mp4'

'when he's washing his face in the morning.mp4'

'i woke up next to him today and his sleeping face was really pretty.mp4'

Jungkook settled on that.

Jimin cringed his face into the crook of Jungkook's neck as the video played, only watching in glances. Just a full 20 seconds of Jimin sleeping, hair a mess and half his face buried into the pillow- once in a while Jungkook would poke the tip of his nose and Jimin shifts with a soft groan. The latter stared at the screen in bewilderment, not understanding the intent behind such an insignificant moment, or why Jungkook's showing him.

"I watch these before I sleep," Jungkook's grip around Jimin's waist curls tighter, making the latter adjust into a more comfortable position where they faced each other and Jimin remains on the younger's lap, his legs dangling off the sides of the chair. Jungkook gulps at the intense stare which resembled a calico's curiosity, "B-because I miss you sometimes." He adds shyly, hoping he doesn't sound too overly-attached despite the fact that he was.

"But I see you nearly everyday." Jimin leans to rest his head against Jungkook's shoulder, breathing in the scent of sun-dried laundry mixed with a musk only specific to Jungkook. "I miss you when I don't see you." The latter braves his confession, running his hands down the sides of Jimin's lean body, landing on his thighs; Jimin in a loose, white tee and boxer shorts- the collar hung below his defined clavicles and shorts only covering the upper inches of his milky white skin.

Jungkook internally growled.

Jimin lifts himself up promptly with his palms pushing Jungkook further into the chair, "But I look horrible!" He whines and Jungkook mentally records the adorable pout on those plump couplets, "What are you talking about? If you get anymore attractive than now I don't know what I'd do. I love everything on and about you." Jungkook sighs longingly as he made a grab for Jimin's face and touched their foreheads together.

The other's heart was beating out of his chest, insecurities almost close to being washed out from Jungkook's constant praise- he's too good, too good for him. He's always there during the rise of his inner demons as a pillar of support, and if Jimin could, he'd give him the whole world because he feels unworthy, so undeserving, even though he tries his best, he never feels enough.

Jimin plants a chaste kiss onto the younger's lips before pulling him in for a hug as they rested peacefully against each other. "Even just now, after you washed your makeup off, you're perfect." Jungkook cradled back and forth and the smaller started shaking at this point, beet red down to his nape. Jimin straightened and looked away to fan himself off those pooling tears and rosy cheeks as Jungkook rubbed on his back, another hand massaging in squeezing motions on Jimin's thigh muscles.

"You're so fucking cheesy." Jimin choked out reluctantly, afraid that with no luck he might start sobbing for real. "I just don't like to see you sad." Jungkook shrugged whilst both hands now creep through the edge of Jimin's pants, the other's body relaxing into a soft mush.

"Pervert." Jungkook didn't reply back with any words, only flashing an irresistible smile. He knows his way around Jimin well, like how he's impatient if he huffs, or how his flinches tell Jungkook that the spot he's touching is ticklish and sensitive. Or like now, eyes closed and silent, meaning he's taking in the moment and enjoys the slowness- Jimin was savoring their intimacy, slowly riling each other up in their seats.

From time to time Jungkook likes to worship the spectacle before him and acknowledging that he's his. Jimin is Bangtan's, but as a whole, Park Jimin is his. It's not like Jungkook has never considered recording moments like this, but he's not that psychopathically inappropriate. Plus, when it comes to this he wants to actually feel the heat radiating from Jimin's skin.

Tilting his head to start from the bottom of Jimin's neck, Jungkook scattered kisses at a steadily slow speed as the other approves with a light hum. It was slow, like trickling honey, Jungkook gently nibs and licks at the supple skin up to Jimin's jawline, knowing better to not leave long lasting marks anywhere visible. On the receiving end, Jimin's body shivered as he clutched onto Jungkook's shirt, keeping his own whines at bay- teeth worrying his bottom lip.

Jungkook caught the action and caught Jimin's sanguine couplets with his own as they slowly rolled into each other passionately, Jungkook's hands already working fast into Jimin's shirt, wandering fingers tracing their way through his lean muscles. Jimin jolts when Jungkook's thumbs land on his nipple, teasing around and grazing over once in a while. He cried into Jungkook's smirk, the latter only pulling Jimin to sit closer, their erections touching through cloth.

"Jimin hyung, you're so handsome. So so handsome." Jungkook groans out after their breathtaking kiss; both their chests heaved like they ran a marathon. Jimin only replies with a whimper of approval as he grinds down on Jungkook's evident tent in which the younger bucks enthusiastically into.

Jungkook's thumbs circled over Jimin's buds slowly and was met with a similarly slow hip roll by Jimin. The occasional jerks of his body made him look like a cat in heat and Jungkook was enjoying the responsive show, "Just, get on with it." Jimin rasped out while he ran one of his hands through his sweaty blond hair, knocking the air out of Jungkook's lungs.

The younger moved them closer towards the table, pushing everything on it away to make space for Jimin to sit on its edge while Jungkook stayed on his chair. For what seemed like a whole hour (or just three seconds) Jungkook awed at Jimin's honey thighs spread in front of him, feet planted on either side of Jungkook's head on the creaking backrest.

Jimin's hair fell messily on his face and his expression already on the verge of being fucked out after all their foreplay. If it wasn't for the one hand he placed behind for support, he would've swayed against the hard wall and hit his head. "Take a picture, it lasts longer." Jimin snapped, impatient from the younger's intense stare, and in all honesty, Jungkook probably wanted to.

He chuckles in response before pulling Jimin's boxer shorts down slightly with the blond lifting himself and landing back onto the table with a thud. The erection springs out, almost asking to be touched, and Jungkook does just that. He starts off slow with hand strokes, leading Jimin into a hissing mess at the sudden pressure on such sensitive skin.

Jimin's supporting hand nearly gives out when Jungkook took him into his mouth, humming praises that couldn't be more incoherent. The older's leg muscles spasmed and sparked, both sliding down onto the chair's armrest as Jungkook wraps an arm around one thigh, his other hand busy massaging the base of Jimin's shaft.

"God, hyung you're so... so pretty." A gasp escaped Jungkook's mid-sentence after letting Jimin go. The latter was rendered speechless and his heart lurched at the way Jungkook looked up at him, hooded eyes filled with endearment. Jimin's eyebrows knitted together and his toes curled when Jungkook goes again, this time licking long and slow stripes from the base to the crown, where his wet appendage teased the tip desperately, Jimin's free hand flew onto his mouth as he tossed his head backwards in a muffled moan.

As Jungkook pulled away, one of Jimin's foot found its way to Jungkook's tent and the younger found himself gasping for air as Jimin mercilessly rubs at the humid encasement of his pants. They were both rising to a boiling point by the time Jungkook finally removed Jimin's shorts off, discarding it mindlessly onto the floor.

The older nearly lost the little reserve he had left when Jungkook slings him over his shoulder without breaking a sweat; masculinity always being an attribute of envy and attractiveness to Jimin. Jungkook throws them both onto his messy bed, one corner piled high with miscellaneous clothing, "You should really clean that mess." Jimin dry laughs while sweeping his hair off his face and Jungkook towered over him, tilting his head, an impish look taking over his features.

"You'd be more of a mess than that after I'm done with you hyung."

Jimin's eyes widened, the words making sparks fly south with the addition of Jungkook's low, raspy tone laced in innuendo- the disrespect. Usually if the younger were to outright mock him, Jimin would retort, but now, now was a different matter. It was telepathic, how Jungkook could read the glint in his eyes knowing he pushed the right buttons- Jimin was anticipating to be preyed on.

Jungkook grabs and throws off his shirt in one swift motion, Jimin following the action eagerly; he needed to feel their skin touch as much as possible. A short wave of aircon air hits his now fully exposed body and Jimin shivered, though not for long as the other laid on him, their bare torsos touching while they exchanged another heated kiss. Jungkook's thigh kneaded the leaking member and he could feel liquid staining his sweatpants, but he couldn't careless with the feeling of Jimin digging his blunt nails into his arms, bringing him into a high.

Jimin's eyes were shut as he savoured the feeling of Jungkook peppering kisses down his neck, to his collarbones, and then his chest; the younger sucks lightly on the individual nipples, Jimin arching his back in demand for more before Jungkook travelled downwards even more.

Now he was on Jimin's lean abs, where they were once perfectly built and carved, but now faded and worrying to Jimin's self-esteem, but Jungkook likes it either way. "You're so beautiful." He mutters loud enough so Jimin could hear. The older hums, moving his hand to run slender fingers into Jungkook's soft black locks. The latter takes it as a sign to continue and moves to Jimin's pelvis, planting an angry hickey which drew out a mewl from the other.

Jungkook puts a distance between their bodies before drawing out two fingers to put into his mouth. With the lost of warmth, Jimin cranes his neck to meet Jungkook's eyes as the younger wet those digits with intensity, and Jimin gulped, already prepared for what's to come, "Quick." A short command whispered through his lips as he relaxes back onto the mattress; Jimin's legs spread open wider than before, hands exploring his own torso, and Jungkook internally swears.

A finger circled the entrance before pushing in carefully, Jimin letting out a content whimper at the feeling of finally being filled, even if just a little. Jungkook wanted this night to be all about Jimin despite his own aching need, and he slowly searches, languid movements going in and out of Jimin's hole while monitoring his reactions to Jungkook's touches until-

"Ah!"

Both Jimin's hands cover his mouth this time and he jolts twice, his eyelids fluttering open at the sensation, "Got it." Jungkook mused. He felt the prostate at the tip of his finger, going back in with another digit to effectively stimulate Jimin into oblivion. The latter was losing himself to Jungkook's expertise as he haphazardly tries to muffle his cries into his hands while his lower half wiggled greedily against the digits.

Jungkook was enjoying the show, needless to say.

"Not yet." He says firmly after noticing Jimin's inconsistent breathing which signifies his approaching climax and wraps his other hand tightly at the base of Jimin's shaft. Jungkook pulled out his fingers and expected the older to calm down, but Jimin's back arched at a dangerous angle while his toes curl and his hips jerk uncontrollably as he groans into Jungkook's pillow.

Jungkook let go of Jimin's erection which was still standing proud, mouth dry and gaped in wonder as Jimin remained dazed, hips still occasionally twitching, "Was that... a dry orgasm?" Jungkook asked after a long pause and he holds Jimin's limp legs open, his fingers trailing from Jimin's knee to his inner thigh, in which the older responds with a whimper.

Jimin mumbled inaudibly once again, unable to express the rollercoaster he just went through and not to sure if he was allowed to think anyway because Jungkook was nibbling obsessively on his inner thigh, planting bruises on the erogenous zone. The black-haired was driven, worshipping every part of Jimin's body like he was the last piece of gold in a mine.

"Jungkook, please. I-I need-" Jimin managed to beg, his hand reaching to touch his aching erection but Jungkook swats it away before he could. The younger moves to rid himself of his boxers and sweatpants- Jimin nearly salivates upon seeing Jungkook's pride.

The emptiness in him was unbearable and Jungkook could sense the starved look Jimin was sending his way. Jungkook stretched over the other to reach for his bedside drawer where he withdrew a bottle of lube. Wasting no time at all, Jungkook pours a generous amount onto himself, hissing as he warms the slick liquid onto pulsing skin. Jimin watched, impatient and wants to be filled urgently.

"Are you okay hyung?" Jungkook double checks, still stuck with the image of Jimin rutting into his sheets a few