[S] Prince Charming

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It was strictly physical...for a few months. Then my best friend became my dream boyfriend.

He was just so cute and we were both so gay for each other. And when the stresses of life made us frustrated, we had one another to lean on.

So, on my twenty second birthday, Jungkook helped me out like we normally did. As per usual, we had a quick session after all my other guests left. Then we laid in bed, talking about everything that was making us upset.

We went through the usual motions and then he told me something I had dreaded hearing.

"Jimin...there's someone in our psychology class that I like, but I don't know how to tell him."

"Oh, really? Who?" I turned to look at him, seeing him on his side, staring at me.

"I don't wanna say. You might laugh at me. But I know he's gay. I guess I'm asking for help on how to ask him out."

"Well," I exhaled and looked back to the ceiling, "You should...think of some words and then speak."

"I can't just do that," he smacked my chest and I flinched.

"Kookie!" I whined.

"What if he says no? What do I do then? Or worse, what if he says yes? Then what?"

"If he says no, then it can't be helped. Although, I don't know who could resist your bunny smile," I reached out and poked his lip, to which he pouted, "and if he says yes then, I mean, that's what you want ain't it?"

He giggled and sat up, "Your satoori is so adorable hyung."

"Hey," I sat up as well, then tackled him to lay down, "You're the cute one here."

"Hyung," he whined, "Let me up."

My grip on his wrists tightened as he wiggled and I smirked, "Nah, I'm thinking, with how cute you look right now, we could have a second round. What about you?"

"You were really rough before. I'm a little sore," he stopped wiggling and I let his wrists go. His hands came up to my face and he pulled my head down, leaving a small peck on the end of my nose, "Happy Birthday Jimin."

"Thanks Kookie. Remind me to repay the favor on your birthday," then something tragic struck me, "That is, unless you get your Prince Charming by then."

His smile faltered and then he slowly nodded, "Yeah."

It went quiet as I stared at him, realizing how badly I wanted him to see me romantically.

"Jimin hyung, I-"

My eyes frantically searched his for the words he had lost, "What? You can tell me Kookie. What's wrong?"

"Uh...no, it's not important, just...I was a little worried...about my test grade in English."

I smiled a bit, "I'm sure you did fine," I swept my hand across his cheek, "You always do."

"Yeah," he nodded, "Um...I...need to get back to my dorm and shower. We have music lessons in the morning."

I slowly understood that he wanted to leave, nodding as I pushed myself off him.

I helped him sit up and then we moved about the room, grabbing our clothes and throwing them on.

I walked to the front door with him, in silence for a change. I didn't like not talking to him.

I sadly watched him put on his shoes, grab his jacket, and open the door. It was only then did I will myself to speak.

"Hey, Kookie," I caught his attention just before he stepped out the door, "Um, if you have time after your shower, you should come back over. I don't wanna be alone tonight."

He checked the time and then gave me a small smile, "I'll try to."

I smiled back, my nervousness dying out quickly, "Thank you."

"No problem," he smiled, showing off his teeth cutely.

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I waited for another hour and then there were four knocks on my door in the secret rhythm.

Me and Jungkook made up the rhythm so that we could know when the other needed stress relief, then it just became natural for us to knock on each other's door that way.

I quickly got up and opened the door, letting him in.

He sweetly smiled, as always and waited for me to invite him in, because his mother taught him to be polite.

I stepped to the side, motioning for him to come in, which he did. "Thanks again, Kookie," I shut the door as he took his shoes off.

"No problem, you know I don't mind," he glanced at me, giving his famous bunny smile.

I was sort of glad when he looked away and walked over to sit on the couch.

I followed him after my blush died down, wanting to keep up my tough guy image...at least around Jungkook.

"So...what's going on?" He pressed his lips together and turned to me as I sat down.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brow.

"You said you didn't want to be alone. I was just wondering why. I was thinking about it after I left and....Jimin, did your mom call or visit or anything?"

I dropped my head, a denying smile on my face, "Oh, no. She's not been a problem lately, just...I've been feeling lonely for a while. I think the apartment's too big. Or maybe I'm just spending too much time inside studying."

"Oh, well, sorry for bringing her up then," he started to play with his fingers, the way he did when he was nervous.

"It's okay, Kookie," I grabbed his left hand, holding it between both of mine, "I'm not upset about her. Fuck her. So what- she doesn't like you- that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. There's no reason for her not to love you like I do."

It fell silent immediately. I held my breath as I realized exactly what words came out of my mouth.

Then he laughed a little and dropped his head, "Th-Thanks Jimin."

"Yeah," I nodded, although he couldn't see it.

"Hyung, did you-," he stopped himself again, much to my dismay, "Did you...shower yet?"

"Ah, no, I ate instead," I responded, "Are you hungry?" I stood up, ready to serve him anything.

"No, I'm fine, thank you," he lightly tugged on my hand, urging me to sit down again.

I did, my knee touching his, and my stomach sank. I knew Kookie had a crush on someone and he didn't see me the way I saw him. He seemed so innocent on the outside, but his mind worked a lot differently than one would expect.

"Hyung?" He reached up and lightly pinched my cheek, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" I smiled.

"You spaced out. I asked what you wanted to do," he said quietly.

"Do you not wanna be here?" I asked quickly, "Like, did you want to be alone tonight?"

"No, I...it's fine I don't mind staying with you. I l-....like your apartment better than mine anyway."

I let his words sink in and then the most selfish idea of mine popped into my head, "Well, you should move in then."

He tensed. Every muscle he had in his body locked up and he muttered, "What?"

"I'm not saying you have to," I tried to make it sound like a suggestion instead, "I'm just saying that, if you like it here, then you should move in with me."

"Jimin, there's only one bedroom. I'd hate to invade your privacy anyway."

All I ever did was think about him in my private time. It's not like he isn't already invading it in a form of some sort.

"I don't mind. And hey, we already sleep together so what's the big deal with sleeping next to each other?"

His expression dropped and I realized I worded that a bit harshly.

"Maybe then, but...what if you get a boyfriend? Won't I be in the way then?"

"I'm not getting a boyfriend anytime soon. And if your Prince Charming becomes your boyfriend, then I can make sure he doesn't do anything you don't like while you're here."

He smiled at that, looking back up to me, "Thanks Jimin. I'll think about it."

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We just sat around that night. We didn't talk much and he used my headphones to listen to music a lot of the time. He started to get tired after a while and I watched his head fall before he popped it back up.

I laughed at him a little, purely because he was adorable. I stretched over and tapped him with my toes, gaining his attention.

He looked up from his phone, giving me a sleepy smile as he pulled off my headphones.

"Tired?" I turned off my phone and sat up.

He nodded, doing the same.

I stood up and stretched, then turned and picked him up. He laid his head against my chest and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"You need to eat more Kookie," I commented.

"I'll get fat," he mumbled, "Then you can't carry me."

"I'll carry you no matter what. It makes me feel stronger."

"You are strong," he barely opened his eyes, but he smiled.

I chuckled a bit as I rounded the corner and took him into my room.
I walked over to the bed and laid him down, letting him get comfy where he wanted to lay before I started pulling sheets over him.

"I'm gonna shower," I ruffled his hair, "Then I'll be right back. Sleep tight Kookie."

"Night Jimin," he muttered just as he fell asleep.

I smiled at that, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

It was then that I noticed something glisten in the moonlight. I looked to his chest and saw a necklace. He must've hidden it under his shirt.
I reached over and took it off. I examined it and had to admit that it made me upset.

A red bead hung from a metal strip, then a metal plaque that said love in a pretty font was next to it.

I hadn't ever seen this before, so I started to wonder who gave it to him. I knew Jungkook, and he wouldn't buy stuff like that for himself.

Regardless of how I felt, I laid it on my nightstand then left the room.

Kookie would sleep through the night now, so I could just get dressed when I came back.

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During my shower, I realized how close Jungkook was to me. I realized that he could come get in the shower with me if he wanted, so I ended up fantasizing and rubbing one out.

When I came, I moaned his name rather loudly, plus the echo on the shower walls didn't help me much. So I was hoping and praying that he didn't hear me, or worse wake up.

I stepped out of the bathroom and crept over to my dresser. I never slept in much, so I just grabbed a pair of sleeping pants and tip toed to the bed.

I rubbed my face as I looked at the night stand. Our phones were plugged up on chargers, so he was awake at one point. Hopefully he went back to sleep before I groaned his name.

I couldn't help myself though. I love him too much. He's super sexy and adorable and everything, but I just can't have him all to myself for the rest of forever. That was upsetting, but I just had to deal with it.

Whoever he had a crush on sure was lucky.

I climbed in bed, laying on my back with my hand under my head, as I stared at the ceiling.

Today was a good day, maybe my best birthday yet. I had my friends over, we played games, me and Kookie fooled around, and I got Kookie to think about moving in.

Which, when I thought about it now, seemed dumb for him to do. If his Prince Charming said yes, then they'd be together all the time. It would pain me to see that since I'd just be a third wheel.

Jungkook shifted next to me and I looked down as his arm wrapped around my waist.

He snuggled against me, rubbing his cheek on my ribs. His hair tickled and I smiled.

Jungkook was so...shy, normally. In fact, the first time I asked him to have sex with me, he almost passed out.
Yet he's gotten better over the last few months. He has no problem moaning or saying naughty things now. I managed to get him to call me daddy one blissful time.

I thought back to our conversation earlier that evening. I actually confessed to him, but he probably thought I meant it in a brotherly way. I totally didn't.

"So sweet, Kookie," I whispered to him, petting his hair. He tensed up at my touch, his right hand squeezing my left side.

Ah, his gentle grip. It was so nice to feel. Jungkook never held on too tightly, so I was always comfortable with what he did.

I never had a problem with anything he did really. He was my perfect little snowflake. I loved everything about him.

"You should've invited me in," he said quietly, but clearly.

"What?" I was so confused by what he said, I completely avoided the fact that I woke him up.

"In the shower," he pushed himself up, letting my hand slide down his side, "If you wanted me, you should've said so."

I gripped his sides as he moved to straddle my waist, "It was a sort of...spur of the moment thing, Kookie."

"Well...how do you feel now?" He placed his hands on my chest.

"I feel," I inhaled and rubbed his thighs, "like you're trying to seduce me."

He giggled and wiggled his hips a bit, "So what if I am?"

"I'd say it's working," I reached up and grabbed his shirt collar before pulling him down to me, "but I've already showered and I'm tired."

"Park Jimin turning down sex," he bit his lip and smirked, "I never thought I'd see the day."

I lifted my head and gave him a small kiss, "Go back to sleep."

"I can't, I'm horny now," he closed his eyes and moved his groin against mine.

"Jungkook," I chuckled out, "Shouldn't you save some of this confidence for your Prince Charming?"

"Oh, shut up," he gasped out, "Who do you think that even is?"

"I...I don't know," I pulled his hips down on mine as I started to feel the friction between us.

"Shit," he whispered, "It's...It's you. It's always been you, Jimin."

"What?" If that wasn't so shocking, I would have disregarded it in favor of the spark of pleasure that shot through me.

"I like you. I like you a lot," he moaned quietly after speaking, lifting his head so that the sound echoed off the walls, "You-You know, as more than a friend."

"Shit, Kookie," I cupped his ass cheek with one hand and pressed my other to his back before flipping us over.

I positioned myself above him, sitting back on my knees and letting my hands roam over his abdomen.

"Jimin, stop teasing," he whined, gripping the corner of my pillow.

I took in every aspect of him, from the little strands of hair that stuck out to the way he traced patterns on his stomach with his index finger.

"You like it better that way, though," I smiled and leaned over him before connecting our lips in a blissful kiss.
Me? Jungkook likes me? How? He'd never shown signs of it, ever.

He pulled his lips away from mine, turning his head to the side and as he panted "I need you," he tugged on my sleeping pants.

"Kookie," I reached up and pushed his bangs back, "I never said anything before, but..."

"What?" He turned back to me, running his hand up my spine, "Tell me."

"I," I don't know what happened to me in that moment. The one time I wanted to confess I couldn't.

"Jimin," he pecked my forehead, "it's okay, just tell me."

I stared at him for a few more seconds, then inhaled deeply, "I love you, Jungkook."

He stalled for a second, his hips no longer wiggling under mine, and he tugged at my lips with his thumb.

When I started to worry, he smiled, "The feeling's mutual, Jimin."

My heart exploded. It felt like legit fireworks in my chest. And I smiled, so big I could barely see, "Seriously?"

He blushed and slightly nodded, "You take care of me, and I appreciate it."

I moved up more and pecked his lips, "I'm happy," I let my hand roam down his side, "so let's celebrate."

"Be a little more sensitive this time," he wrapped his arms around my torso, "Let it last longer."

"I will," I chuckled out, "Now, let's get you out of these clothes," I sat back on my knees and he raised up with me.

I pulled his shirt off him then he laid back down, telling me it was okay to take his jeans off.

So I did, quickly but still lovingly. I'd finally get to treat him like I'd wanted to. Now he wasn't just my friend, he was mine.

"Hyung," he ran his hand through my hair, driving me crazy like he always did, "Do I have to be quiet this time?"

I smiled and moved back up his body, dropping his clothes over the side of the bed, "No, baby. You don't."

He smiled, a light blush on his cheeks.
I let my hands trail down to his hips and I grabbed on tightly, the way he liked me to.

"I'm probably still stretched enough, so don't worry about that."

I laughed a bit, seeing him in a whole new light as he said that.

"What?" He seemed a bit lost, since that information was usually shared between us from time to time.

"Nothing just...it's so much hotter to hear you say that now."

He whined and slapped my chest, sticking out his bottom lip, "Just take your pants off."

I laughed and pushed myself off him as I stood up. I dropped my clothes to the ground and grabbed the lube from the drawer before climbing back on the bed.

He had sat up and was waiting for me to get comfy.

Lately, Jungkook had been getting kicks out of giving me hand jobs. He seemed to be under the mentality of the more lube the better as well, so I was generous when I squirted some into his waiting palms.

He smiled as he played with the substance, a small giggle escaping him when he finally wrapped his hands around my length.

I laid the bottle to the side and brought my hands up to Kookie's hair. I played with it as I stared at him, my appreciation quickly growing.

"And to think," Jungkook smirked, leaning towards me, "You actually tried to turn me down."

I lowly growled and put my hand on his neck, pulling him into a kiss.
It was sweeter than normal, maybe because I knew that Kookie liked me as more than a friend now.

"Jimin," he broke away and looked down as he lightly panted.

I followed his gaze and saw his erection; he was almost as big as me, yet the key word there is almost.

"Please?" He cutely asked, being as innocent as he could with his hand pumping my dick.

"Anything you want," I smiled lightly and quickly kissed him.

He pulled me back for more though, smearing lube on my shoulders, but I didn't care at this point.

I pushed myself up to hover over him as he laid back down, somehow never breaking our kiss.

I blindly searched for the bottle of lube, grabbing it after a little bit, and popped the cap open with my thumb.
The next part required me to sit back on my knees, so I had to tear my lips away from his.

He didn't seem to mind, spreading his legs for me like he always did.

I smiled as I put enough lube on my fingers to coat his hole adequately.

He bit his lip and wiggled a little when I pressed my digits against his rim.
I smiled at him, teasing him as I rubbed the ring that I proudly thought of as mine.

"Jimin," he lolled his head to the side and closed his eyes, "I want you inside me."

My dick was all for getting buried inside him, but I wanted to tease him a little. It was always cute when he pouted.

I smiled up at him then slowly pushed my fingers into him. He whimpered a bit, clenching around my digits.

"That's not what I meant," he pouted.

I licked my lips then huffed out a laugh, "At least you're enjoying it, Princess."

I let my free hand grip his thigh; his perfect thighs were so squishy, but still firm.

"Jimin," he reached down and guided my hand to his length. He wrapped my fingers around himself then covered my hand with his.

He started moving our hands, showing me the pace he wanted, then clenched his eyes shut. Soon his hand fell away from mine and he was gripping the sheets. "Jimin," he gasped my name as he started to lift his back off the mattress.

"Are you close?" I asked, stopping my hand's movements inside him.

He nodded and squeaked out a sound

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