UNIVERSE / BTS.

41: there for you / jikook

THERE FOR YOU

FOR milllllss my bRO
WORD COUNT 1.4k
OVERVIEW tourism with park jimin and jeon jeongguk, ft fisting jokes, human sushi rolls, and unintelligible weeb screaming.

PLAYLIST euphoria / jjk, mine / bazzi, reasons / khalid

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A SIGH EXHALES FROM JIMIN'S LIPS, mist and cigarette smoke mingling with morning air. he's exhausted. his entire body aches and his head is heavy, despite a long night's sleep and a late lie-in. dancing takes a toll on him, he realises that.

he can't exactly remember where he is. a nice hotel room in some american city, that's clear enough from the surroundings, but exactly what american city, he can't quite recall. with a strained sigh, he takes a long drag on the cigarette; although it's so bad for him, he can't find a bone in him that cares. jimin's just stressed, and tired, and overall grumpy. smoking cigarettes on balconies after waking up pissed off at the world just seemed like a solution.

and what is park jimin, the korean boy just out of college, doing in america? well, the answer lies in a dance troupe he joined, who decided to go to america to some dance contest. they arrived early on wednesday, and had spent thursday and friday practicing until jimin actually almost passed out. saturday, it had been agreed, was the day for relaxing. and jimin has the best idea as to how to do that.

part of that blooming idea lies still in the grey-sheeted bed, black hair waving over his eyes as a small snore leaves plump parted lips. jimin smiles at the sight, watching as jeongguk tries to snuggle into jimin's no-longer-there form, whining softly as he realises the a absence. jimin's nineteen year old boyfriend is wiped out after friday night; the whole thirteen member troupe had gotten tons of korean takeaway – "why does korean food taste better here?" – and some alcohol (just semi-shit liquor that they mixed with redbull), and had played uno, monopoly and cluedo until two in the morning. it was fun, but jeongguk's feeling the aftermath.

jimin stubs out his cigarette and walks back to the bed, laying down next to jeongguk. the boy whines again, more gratefully, and holds jimin close, his leg wrapping around jimin's waist. it's cute, how he likes to stay close. jimin loves how jeongguk treasures skinship and kissing and holding each other close; it makes him feel good. special, like.

"jimin..." jeongguk yawns as he says his hyung's name, forehead resting on jimin's collarbone. he's curled around his boyfriend like a koala, and jimin can't help but laugh.

"morning, bun," jimin kisses jeongguk's nose,  the younger wrinkling it and giggling softly. with jeongguk, he can almost forget his aching muscles and tired eyes; he just wants the both of them happy. "sleep well?"

"like a rock," jeongguk murmurs, pressing a kiss to jimin's lips, before grimacing. "ugh. cigarettes and morning breath: not a good combo, jimin."

"meh," jimin waves him off, flashing his angelic smile. jeongguk giggles softly, shifting closer so that his and jimin's noses are almost touching. heavily lidded and sleepy eyes stare into ones with smile lines still beside them. "so, remind me; where are we again?"

jeongguk lets out a "pssh" noise, laughing. "it's been three days and you forgot. we're in chicago, hyung!"

jimin, forever confused about american geography, raises an eyebrow. jeongguk rolls his eyes.

"you know, the giant metal bean thing? where divergent was set?"

jimin blinks. "i don't speak nerd, sorry."