... And Other Ships

JinMin: Your Lips (Were Made For Mine)

Jimin couldn't stop staring. 

Kim Seokjin sat a few seats away from him, right by the window, taking notes their professor was writing on the board. He sat regally - though slightly hunched over in order to see his paper - in his chair, dark eyes flickering between his paper and the board, hand moving across the page gracefully. 

It wasn't his wide shoulders or slightly long hair, nor was it his ear piercings or piercing gaze that Jimin couldn't tear his eyes away from. 

It was Jin's lips. 

They were nice and big, both equally full, and a sweet shade of pink, which turned a little darker every time the older boy licked his lips to wet them. As Jin concentrated, his beautiful lips parted just-so, flashing his pearly-white teeth a little. It was only a hint, but Jimin could still see them. 

Jimin was so entranced by Jin and his gorgeous lips. 

He managed to tear his eyes away from the older boy to fall upon his own paper, which was covered in physics notes. In the margins, he had absentmindedly sketched out Jin's lips, exactly how they were in that moment. They weren't perfect - simply half-assed - but they still caught the fullness of them. 

A sigh escaped Jimin's lips when the professor finally dismissed the class, slowly packing up all of his things. 

Someone in front of him cleared their throat, causing him to look up, eyes widening as Jin stood there in front of his table. There was amusement in his shining black eyes, lips pulled into a cocky little smirk that Jimin wanted to take a picture of so badly. 

"If you're gonna stare at me, at least ask for a picture or something. I'll even sign it for you," the older laughed, sending Jimin a wink. 

The younger's cheeks turned pink, oblivious to the older's eyes flicking down to his lips every few seconds.

"I'm sorry, hyung. I'll stop staring," he mumbled, now rushing to shove his binder back in his bag, throwing it over his shoulder once it was zipped up.

Jin shook his head, helping Jimin stand up. "Don't worry about it, cutie. I really don't mind it, really. I just felt like messing with you." 

That made Jimin feel like a total idiot. Am I really that easy or something? he asked himself, quickly letting go of Jin's hand when he realized he had been holding it for more than a minute. 

The action made his older classmate chuckle, the sweet timbre of his voice sending a wave of warmth through Jimin's system. 

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Since that day, Jimin's obsession with Jin and his lips only worsened. 

His sketchbook was filled with pencil-drawings of the older boy's lips in various expressions; he managed to recreate Jin's smiles, how his lips looked when he laughed, and even when they were puckered as if he wanted a kiss. The drawings he was really proud of were colored in, looking even more realistic. 

Still, Jimin didn't dare to tell the older about it. 

They had become friends and often hung out at the coffee house on their campus; sometimes, they'd stay there for hours and simply talk and joke while they helped each other study.

Once, they even went to IKEA for the hell of it; Jin had bought a nightstand and invited Jimin over to help him put it together. After four hours, the pair ended up calling upon Jin's two neighbors, Yoongi and Jungkook, who helped them put it together within thirty minutes. 

Jimin usually found himself over at the older boy's apartment more than his own after the IKEA incident. He would wake up in his bed, the older wrapped around him like a safety-blanket. Sometimes, he could feel Jin's lips pressed against the back of his neck, and Jimin would do everything in his power to not fantasize right there. 

Back at his own apartment, Jimin would often dream of Jin kissing him; he always started with their lips pressed together, then those gorgeous lips would trail down over his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bones, then all over his body. 

It would feel so real that Jimin would slip a hand between his legs and continue the dream. 

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"You alright, Jiminie?" Jin asked, noticing the way his friend had tensed up in his arms. 

They were back at the older's apartment, watching the last season Game Of Thrones. Jimin didn't get any sleep the night before (due to another wet dream, but Jin didn't have to know that), so he was resting against his friend, his head on his shoulder. 

Jin didn't mind it one bit; he easily threw an arm around the younger boy, pulling him a little closer to his side while he watched the show. Occasionally, he would look down at Jimin and how his lips were pulled into a cute, sleepy pout as he watched Bran stare at everyone with that irritating knowing gaze. 

The older didn't like to admit it, but Jimin had really kissable lips. He often wondered how they would fit with his. 

"Bran is fucking strange," Jimin muttered, snuggling into Jin more. 

The older simply huffed out a small laugh. "He's the Three-Eyed Raven. He knows everything, Jiminie," he said, looking down to the boy in his arms. 

Jimin sighed and sat up a little, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Hyung, I need to talk to you about something." 

"What is it?" Jin replied, reaching out to hold one of the younger's hands in his own, running his thumb over his rings. 

"It's just... that..." The younger took a deep breath in, squeezing the older's hand when he felt him slip his hand in his. Eventually, he looked Jin in the eye, his own eyes shining with sincerity. "I really like you, hyung. At first, I thought it was just lust, but the more we hang out and stuff, the more I realize that it's more than that. I really fucking like you." 

"I know." 

Jimin frowned, retracting his hand as he looked disbelievingly at Jin, who seemed completely unfazed. "What?" 

The older smiled, but it wasn't cocky or anything. "I know you like me, Jimin. You talk in your sleep, and I guess you had a dream about me. You told me how much you wanted me to kiss you," he explained, scooting a little closer to his friend. 

Jimin looked like he wanted to throw up; his eyes were so wide the older was afraid they'd fall out of his head, skin paling the longer he processed the information.

"But, Jimin, I'm not mad." 

"Y-you're not?" 

Jin shook his head, pulling Jimin into his lap, one of his hands resting his hands on his hip for balance. "I like you, too," he said, pulling his free hand to tap Jimin's bottom lip affectionately. "And if you still want it, I'll kiss you." 

In a flash, their lips were pressed together. 

Jimin's arms looped around Jin's neck, pulling himself closer as the older's hands gripped his hips, easily winning dominance over him. And the younger submitted, melting as he felt the older lick at his lip, asking for permission. 

And Jimin willingly opened his mouth, gasping in air as he felt Jin's tongue make contact with his, teasing him in all the best ways. 

Hands left his hips, moving down to hold his ass, making a moan leave him.

Jimin was certain he was in heaven as Jin trailed his kisses down his neck, sucking a mark into his collar bone, loving how the younger moaned in satisfaction. 

He pulled away for a second, playfully licking Jimin's lips. 

"You know, your lips are perfect, baby," Jin breathed out, smirking at how wrecked Jimin looked already. "They were made for kissing." 

A breathy chuckle left the younger, who leaned down to press another kiss against Jin's lips. "I think yours are."