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Hoseok bites his lip, seemingly hesitating before he says, “Well, I hadn’t been sure whether to ask you? Because of Yoongi’s
Jimin feels indignant for a moment, although he knows Hoseok wouldn’t say anything like that without a reason. “Who’s his best man? Does he hate me? I don’t dislike any of Yoongi’s friends, I don’t think.”
Hoseok takes a deep breath. “Because it’s Jungkook.”
Jimin can feel his heart pounding, the way that his breathing has already become unsteady. Even the thought of Jungkook has him like this.
Jimin can feel his heart clench, but he already knows his decision.
Hoseok breaks out in a smile, clearly relieved that Jimin is still willing to be his best man. “Thanks, Jimin. I mean it.”
That conversation had been several months ago. Now, it’s the day of the wedding reception. The day Jimin will see Jungkook for the first time in years.
“Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” Seokjin calls over people’s chatter.
“Okay, so I want to be able to get through this quickly so we can get to the rehearsal dinner as soon as possible, what do you guys say?” There’s a murmur of appreciation from the crowd.
He doesn’t wait for the group’s approval, instead starting to call names so that he can direct them on where to stand, atarting with the grooms.
“Jimin, Jungkook, can you two come up, please?”
Jimin swallows and steps forward, smiling at Seokjin and allowing the man to place him one one of the steps
And then he sees Jungkook.
He’d seen photos of him from social media, had never unfriended him on Facebook, but he’s still blown away by how different Jungkook looks. He’s almost more grown up, somehow,
Jungkook catches his eye as he’s being positioned, flashes Jimin a quick smile and then goes back to listening
He misses Jungkook, probably far more than he should.
“You okay?” He asks, and Jimin just smiles at him and nods.
“Of course I am. Ready for the champagne at our dinner.”
“Yeah, see you there.”
Jungkook is sat next to Yoongi whenever he gets to the dinner, who is sitting next to a Hoseok. Jimin resigns himself to a dinner sitting right across from his ex boyfriend.
He tries his best to pretend that he doesn’t feel Jungkook’s eyes on him every
“Would you like a glass?” He asks.
Jimin knows he’s not one to have the most self control when drunk, so maybe he shouldn’t. But with the way Jungkook looks at him...he wants to.
“I figured you would,” he comments. “You’ve always loved champagne.”
“I do love a good champagne,” Jimin agrees, taking the glass when offered to him.
“I thought you preferred when I called you other things.”
The implication in the statement is clear, obviously sexual in nature.
Jimin realizes that he’s already finished his first glass of champagne.
The response rolls off his tongue.
“I thought you were the one who liked pet names, baby.”
“I did,” Jungkook admits. “I do.”
Jimin drains another glass of champagne.
“Come home with me,” he says, and Jungkook’s eyes widen.
“Okay,” he says, and he stands up and offers Jimin a hand.
Jimin takes it, pulls out his phone to order the two of them an Uber, and they both disappear from the dinner.
They lose clothes as they travel down the hallway, and once they’re in Jimin’s bedroom Jungkook is pushed down onto the mattress, straddled by Jimin, who draped arms around his shoulders to kiss him deep and hard.
“Lose these?” He breathes, and Jimin laughs.
“Only if you lose yours,” he says.
“You like that, bunny?” Jimin coos, and he’s falling into their old patterns like it’s yesterday,
“Love it so much, hyung,” Jungkook manages, and Jimin idly notes this is the first time Jungkook has called him hyung since returning.
Jimin leans in to kiss Jungkook’s neck, to lick and bite at those collarbones that he’d been admiring earlier, and he rocks his hips against Jungkook’s as he does so. His drunk mind tells him that it’s a good idea to mark Jungkook up, to claim him
“Love to touch you,” Jimin slurs. “Wanna keep touching you. Want you to—to suck hyung off. Could you do that for me, baby? Suck me off all wet and
He can see the way Jungkook’s breath hitches, how he clearly loves the idea, and grins at the enthusiasm with which Jungkook nods in agreement.
“I wanna do that,” he says, and he lets Jimin back up onto his knees, kneels down in front of him.
“Missed my cock, Kookie?” He says with a laugh. “Didn’t get anything better than me in the States, did you?”
Jimin swallows, and decides that he’s had enough talking.
He presses the head of his cock to Jungkook’s lips, enamores with the way Jungkook parts them to tongue at his slit, how
“Open up, bun,” Jimin murmurs, and he pushes his hips forward as Jungkook obediently opens his mouth for him, sliding right in and groaning at the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue against his length.
Jungkook takes him so well, closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling of Jimin in his mouth, how he pushes almost into his throat,
When Jimin comes, it’s with
“So good for me, baby,” Jimin hums, and he wipes
Jungkook blinks, almost as if he had forgotten
“Want you to touch,” he says, lurching forward to straddle Jimin’s lap, leaving him with an armful of needy Jungkook rutting against his hip, desperate for stimulation.
Jimin jerks Jungkook off as Jungkook thrusts into his grip, and although Jungkook doesn’t last long Jimin enjoys the feeling of Jungkook in his hand, the needy way he moves against him.
Jimin can tell that something’s wrong, even as tipsy as he still is, but he doesn’t know what.
“Hey now, baby,” he murmurs. “It’s ok. It’s ok.”
“‘M dumb,” Jungkook whines. “Not okay.”
“You’re not dumb, sweetheart,” Jimin reassures,
A silence. Then a muffled “yeah” from where Jungkook has his head
Jimin does his best to get the covers pulled over the two of them without upsetting Jungkook too much, and then settles down.
“Sleep well,” he whispers, gently kissing his hair.
In the morning, Jimin wakes to a cold bed and Jungkook long gone.
And it’s something Jimin is going to have to push to the back of his mind, to do his best to forget and ignore, because there’s still
It’s not their wedding—and it never will be. Jimin can’t help but think that the symbolism, the illusion before its torn away, is just a bit cruel.
How is he going to face him? Honestly, he has no idea.
Then again, if things go wrong then it would be best that he go straight to Hoseok. The distraction could be good for him, too; something to help him wind down and forget about the stress of seeing Jungkook again.
He’s just not sure what to do.
For now, he heads out to Hoseok’s.
“You were there one second, and then you two left. Did you go somewhere else? To talk or something?”
“I slept with him,” Jimin admits, closing his eyes. He’s a bit ashamed of himself, now. “Invited him over and we didn’t go all the way but we might as well have and then just—he was gone the next morning, Hoseok. I don’t think this is fixable.”
“That sounds awful,” Hoseok says, subdued.
Jimin quirks a smile. “It’s okay. I just have to deal with him at the wedding, and he’ll probably just ignore me for the reception. And then we’ll never see each other again.” His heart aches as he says the
“I’m sorry for putting this on you,” Hoseok sighs, and it makes Jimin feel bad. It’s not Hoseok’s fault that Jimin is still in love with Jungkook, or that they broke up and decided to sleep
“Hey, it’ll be fine,” he says, forcing a smile. “I’m sure of it.”
Hours later, he’s at the venue and silent, stuffy in his fitted suit and smothered by the anxiety and nervousness that pervades the room containing the wedding party, already lined up for the processional. Jimin is next to Jungkook, who hasn’t looked at
He does offer his arm when it’s time to walk, however, and Jimin takes it. He’s worried about gripping too tight, because that’s what he wants to do—hold on and never let go—and he focuses on where his hands curve around Jungkook’s biceps more than the aisle itself.
By the time he finishes his speech, he thinks he’s ready for the wine. He’s been sat close enough to across from Jungkook at the table that he makes eye contact every time he looks up, and it’s severely putting him on edge.
Instead he smiles, makes small talk and drinks a bit more quickly than he should.
When their turn to get up comes around, Jungkook rides from his
“Care to dance?” He asks.
Jimin almost wants to say no anyway, but he takes Jungkook’s hand and lets himself be pulled to the dance floor, let’s himself be tugged too close to Jungkook’s body, closes his eyes as they sway together.
“Which time?” He asks bitterly.
There’s a long silence. Jimin almost feels bad—Jungkook broke up with him and moved to America to follow his dreams. It was a mutual decision.
“Not the first time,” Jungkook finally says. “But this morning. I’m sorry for that. It was immature of me.”
“I just—I want to explain, but not here. Can we go outside for a walk? Just for some night air.”
Jimin bites his lip—he knows that if he goes with Jungkook,
Jungkook leads Jimin to a bench under a lamp post, where they sit in the cool night air. There’s silence, for a while, and then Jungkook speaks.
“I freaked out at the end,” Jungkook says.
“It’s because I thought that what we were doing couldn’t go past that, Jimin. And then you said you were there for me and—I’m still in love with you, you know?”
Jimin smiles a wry smile. “I’m sure you know I’m still in love with you.”
Jimin swallows. “I haven’t had anyone else,” he says. “Just some—some one night things. But I don’t do good
Jungkook sighs, leaning back and looking at the sky. “It’s always been you for me,” he says thoughtfully. “I think I knew that. I was devastated when we broke up, even though we agreed to it. In my mind we were meant to last forever, you know?”
Jungkook steadies a level gaze at him. “We could, you know.”
Jimin suddenly feels his heart pounding and he sits up more, alert. “What.”
“We could last forever.”
“And how—“ Jimin licks his lips nervously. “How do you say that?”
And for a moment, the yes is on he tip of his tongue, ready to spring out. He wants to—yes, yes, yes—but then he realizes. Then he remembers why they broke
And he wonders, wonders if it’s worth it this time, if he should try to risk the pain in a long distance relationship with Jungkook.
“Yes, please,” Jimin says, and the words come out as almost a whisper because of how tight his throat is. “I want that so much.”
Jungkook looks taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected
“You mean it?” He asks, and his voice is full of awe. “You want to try again? You really don’t want to just move on?”
Jimin lets out a strained laugh. “Of course not,” he says. “I want /you/, Jungkook. No one else.”
He leans into Jungkook as he kisses him, eyes closed so he can relish the sensation of Jungkook’s lips
It’s a while before Jimin finally pulls back, lips red and swollen and slick with spit.
Jungkook nods, but he leans in again to kiss Jimin’s neck instead, clearly far more interested in keeping his lips on Jimin’s skin than going back to the party, to the drinks and the excitement.
Jungkook finally pulls back, and the pout on his face is fairly adorable.
“I don’t wanna be separated again,” he admits, and Jimin’s heart hurts a bit.
Jungkook frowns a bit, eyebrows furrowing. “Do we? I thought—you’re not that far from Yoongi’s old apartment, are you?”
Suddenly Jimin thinks that they might be on two different wavelengths.
Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head.
“I did! But. Not just for the wedding, Jimin. I got transferred back to Korea because I got promoted. I moved in to Yoongi’s
And honestly, that sounds just far too good to be true to Jimin.
“Really? You’re not fucking with me? You’re—you’re staying?”
Jungkook grins, wide and precious. “I’m staying in Korea, hyung. We don’t have to do long distance.”
Jimin shrugs a bit. “Then they don’t, I guess. But—I think it’s better to try and find out than to not try at all and regret.”
Jimin reaches over to take Jungkook’s hand in his, threading their fingers together.
“You know,” he says, “I have a feeling that it will.”
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