my bestfriend's brother ✔️

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jungkook;

i woke up to the sun seething through the blinds, the great singing of birds and a light heart. it felt as though i was freed. like the missing part of me was finally complete. but i couldn't help but feel the small tinge of sadness deep inside. but all in all, i could pretty much say i feel perfect.

i found myself buried in a hard and toned chest, a strong grip on my waist and a pair of soft lips just rested atop my forehead. a smile immediately made it's way to my lips, looking up to meet a still sleeping jimin, lids flutter shut and his mouth slightly agape. i couldn't help but admire the sleeping beauty, turning so i was lying on my stomach as i plopped my arms and rested my chin on my palms to get a better view of such masterpiece.

leaning closer, i could feel his soft breathing against my cheek, my grin growing wider as i leaned in to brush my nose against his, a soft giggle emitting from my lips. "ah, hyung. so cute." i cooed, planting a soft kiss on the side of his lips. he steered at the contact, his face scrunching together, to which i found highly adorable by the way. "good morning, sleepy head." i whispered, aware that he's now half awake. i kissed his temple, causing for his grip on my waist to tighten. "c'mon hyung, wake up."

"no," he mumbled, voice tired and husky from sleep. i could only shake my head at his silliness, chuckling as i tilt my head, leaning closer to brush the tip of my nose against his, giving him an eskimo kiss. "– then i'll just have to wake you up myself, then." i whispered, a small smirk forming on the corners of my lips as an idea crossed my mind.

i pushed the blanket away, slowly crawling on top of him and hovered above him. but as soon as i was finally on top of him, i couldn't help the small smile that broke out from my lips. i adored his beauty for the second time, reaching a hand to caress his cheeks and melted by how soft it felt against my palm.

i really am lucky to have him. it felt as though everything we've been through is totally worth it— he's worth it. every shot, risks and heartbreak. park jimin is worth more than anything and everything.

"i love you, park jimin." the words escaped casually from my lips as my smile grew bigger and bigger, until i could feel my cheeks aching. "i just love you so much, hyung." i tell him for the second time.

he didn't budge nor made a move. he remained asleep, his eyes closed and still. but i could make out a small twitch on the sides of his lips, making me chuckle as i leaned down and finally took courage to claim those glorious lips. and in an instant, his arms snaked it's way to my hips, holding it tight and firmly. a giggle escaped my lips, my right hand making its way to the collar of his shirt, fisting it and pulling it closer to deepen the kiss.

the kiss was sloppy. it tasted minty, our morning breaths mixed together. but we didn't care— i didn't care. because right this moment all my mind could think of was how great the sensation just is. at this very moment, all i could think of was how much i wanted this; how much i've dreamed of feeling this.

it felt good to kiss him without hold backs. to kiss him without regrets and secrets. the kiss was the same, it was full of love, passion and maybe a little bit of lust, but somehow it felt better. it was as if we're free, no boundaries and set backs. the kiss felt worry-free. it felt nice.

my free hand made it's way to fist his hair. i used this moment to pull his hair and tilt his head to the side, earning a small chuckle from him as i tilted my head to the other side, deepening the kiss farther more.

suddenly it felt warm— too warm that even the thin fabric separating our skins was too much to handle. and based on his now tight grip on my waist, i know jimin feels it too. shamelessly, my hips started to buck against him, rewarding the both of us with the heavenly sensation of our clothed members to crash which caused a certain euphoria in my system as a moan escaped my lips.

i thrusted my hips, head thrown back as i enjoy the magnificent feeling of our clothed erections brushing past each other. i closed my eyes as another moan erupted from my lips when i felt wet and light kisses trailing from my jaw to my neck.

jimin pulled us into a sitting position, in which i am now straddling him while he devours my neck in search for my sweet spot. i continued dry humping him, adding friction to our already semi-hard cocks. "h-hyung~" i mewled.

he licked a certain part of my neck, causing me to moan out loud. i could feel him smirking, joyful to finally find my sweet spot. he gave it one last lick before nibbling and biting my skin, his teeth gracing lustfully against my neck which earned him yet another moan from me.

the action felt so arousing and pleasant. i was drowning from too much pleasure that i didn't even realise that he had already stripped me off of my shirt, leaving my torso bare and naked. the cold temperature of the room didn't help either. it just lead me to move closer and feel the radiating warmth from jimin.

he flipped the both of us, my back hitting the soft mattress as he hovers above me, now finally awoken from his slumber, though there's still remnants of sleep evident in his eyes. "you will be the death of me, jeon jungkook." i hear him whisper, my eyes immediately drawn to his lips as it moves.

"– but you'd gladly face death for me, right?" the words slipped off of my lips so casually, a small grin on my lips as i reached to caress his lower lip.

"any time, any day, baby." i hear him say, followed by his and i's fitful chuckles. those words alone encrypted a small smile to appear on my lips, completely tranced by the park jimin effect.

he caught my lips for the second time, sending bliss all over my being as he devoured my cavern, exploring each mysteries it holds; the unspoken poetry lingering inside— words i could never find strength to tell him. he kissed me like it was the first time every kissed somebody— so gentle and pure. it was as though he didn't want to stop, as though he never want this to stop.

but he did.

and for a moment, i felt insecure. but it was in the way he hovered above me, arms plopped beside my head as he gazed down on me in the most passionate way possible. his eyes gleamed in both despair and love. it was as if i am his little stowaway, and he stares down at me sadly, tenderly, as though i can sink him. his eyes tells me the great love he feels for me. it's him telling me that even when i become his nightmare, he'd never stop dreaming— even when i become his poison, he's still drink me completely.

"j-jimin," i hear my voice breaking as tears starts pooling in the corners of my eyes. "i love you so fucking much, hyung." i tell him, caressing his cheeks as reach for his lips.

he was silent, a certain glint in his eyes— one i've witnessed so many time but never could determine which message it projects. and slowly, tears began parading down his cheeks, and i am torn whether to wipe his tears or to kiss him. because i want to kiss him— so bad. but his tears had always been my weakness.

then he smiled,

"jeon jungkook,"

"hyung?"

"will you marry me?"