Your Eyes Tell [A Jikook Fanfiction ©️ Book 1]

Thirteen: Hickies, Banana Milk And A Teenager's Desires.

Lips pressed themselves tightly together as fingers entertwined firmly, bare chests allowing no amount of personal space between the two singers. Music was blaring from the speaker beside his head, yet Jungkook had lost all sense of its sound, the chords of each track seeming to mould into one as a little bubble formed around himself and Park Jimin. Time seemed to move slower in this little bubble, filled with breathy tones. Crotches confidently grinded against one another, hands only disconnecting to roam across bare skin, lips only parting for moments of air or for teeth to gently roll across sensitive patches.
"Jiminie..." a murmured, low moan fluttered out of Jungkook's throat in response to lips trailing across his neck. These lips were sending tiny sparks of pleasure flushing down his chest sporadically.

A loud bang on their door jolted the two of them out of their secret sub-set of reality, followed by, "Oi Jimin! Jungkook! Wake up we're leaving!"
"Aish," Jimin grumbled, pecking the maknae once more on the lips before rolling onto the bedsheets in a disgruntled huff.

As far as their schedule was concerned, they wouldn't get any more time until later that evening to be together. Neither partner involved were quite sure they wanted to wait that long or in fact, could wait.
"Can't we just hide here and refuse to leave?" A smile spread widely across Jungkook's face as the older singer buried his mop of hair into his neck.
"Sometimes I think you forget who you are Jimin-shii."
"Kook I told you that nickname isn't staying-"
"-Oh yes it is-"
"-Oh no its... Aah whatever. Let's go."

And as the older singer hauled himself off their bed, buttoning his shirt back up and checking his hair in the mirror, Jungkook believed had he smiled any wider, his face would have fallen off.
"Oi you lazy asses! Let's-"
Taehyung froze as the door swung open courtesy of Jimin, his palm poised in mid-air as he had been moments from slamming it onto the wooden surface again. Despite it being his room he shared with Jimin, and could have just as easily unlocked it himself.

"-go..." He slowly peered around the corner of the room, catching their maknae hauling on his shirt. The third maknae singer gave a suspicious glance towards his soulmate who was  busying himself by checking the younger's neck for obvious marks. Yet he said nothing, save for dramatically tutting and shaking his head in amusement.
"Yes?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows at his hyung.
"I didn't say anything..." Tae raised his hands in mock surrender, still shaking his head as the three of them shuffled out of the room.

But as they fell back out of earshot of Jimin, watching as he pranced excitedly between the members, Taehyung let out a long, drawn out whistle. "Damn Kookie," he chuckled glancing at his younger brother with raised eyebrows. Noticing something on the main vocalist's neck, he leaned forward and inched his shirt collar an little higher.

The older singer almost choked as Jungkook met his expression with a low, sly smirk. "I know right." He let Tae's hands drop back off where they had grasped his shirt, before skipping ahead playfully to greet his other hyungs. Was this really the same innocent little maknae? Tae huffed, closing his dropped jaw and following suite.

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Jungkook bounded excitedly into the changing rooms, grinning wildly. He'd discovered a vending machine selling banana milk a little way down the corridor and so had snuck out of the room while the others slept. Although on his journey back to them he'd been caught by a disapproving noona, he could not stop grinning widely. Of course, this was not just because he'd found banana milk. He wasn't that obsessed...

"Namjoooon!" He giggled. Their leader gave him a half disappointed expression, "I found gold!"  The lead rapper sat up wearily from one of the sofas, squinting and rubbing his eyes, "Tae what the hell did you feed our maknae?" He heard a splutter of protest from another sofa, but the words became muffled by Jungkook's own response.
"Namjoooon gold!" Of course by 'gold', the little one meant banana milk.

Although the others were not quite sure why Jungkook was so estatic at such an early time in the morning, the smiles they flashed towards him were not fake. It warmed their hearts to see him flittering around the room, either wielding a cartoon of his precious banana milk or with the Bangtan Bomb camera. And soon, his elevated energy appeared to seep into their own bodies, which they gratefully recieved given the lack of sleep most of them had.

"Jungkook-sshi-" Jimin called out, waving the maknae over to him. So caught up in his happiness, the older singer almost had to fling his arms up to maintain some degree of personal space as Jungkook raced over and flopped next to him on the sofa. "Baby you're very hyper today." he murmured softly, tapping the younger affectionately on his leg.
"Mhmm," was the response from the grinning main vocalist, "Not sure why..." but the glint in his eye as his gaze met Jimin's told the older singer that Jungkook knew exactly why he was feeling happy.

And it threw him into a feeling of total adoration and happiness. To the extent that when food was delivered and shared around the members, it did not go unnoticed Jimin was happily helping himself without much hesitation.

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Despite his hyperactive mood in the morning, to the relief of the other members, Jungkook had calmed himself down enough as they returbed from rehersals and began getting ready for that afternoon's performance.

They were relieved because, Namjoon was convinced had their maknae kept up such a level of energy, he would be drained before half the concert was even complete. So, seated in the make-up chair, Jungkook allowed his mind to wander absentmindfully, his thoughts capturing impossible, dream-like ideas about that very evening with Jimin.

"Uh-Jungkook..." He opened his eyes and glanced into the mirror at where the noona was indicating with her make-up brush. His eyes suddenly grew wide. Crap. Clearly Jimin that morning had gotten a little too carried away... Both of them had.
He had completely forgotten about the small red mark imprinted at the base of his neck, "It's ok," She chuckled quietly, "I can cover it." Jungkook bowed his head briefly in thanks, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

As he was given permission to leave, he faltered beside the make-up chair, "Uh... Sae-mi-" he stuttered (this was the make-up artists name).
She looked around at him, smiling sweetly, "-That wasn't what you ah-"
"-Don't worry, I know."
"Ok...thank you!" He bowed instinctively again, laughing nervously as he stumbled away from the young woman awkwardly.

He knew he needn't have felt awkward.
Sae-mi was the youngest of the make-up artists and had always been the one Jungkook felt he could speak to most easily. It made sense given that she was only three years his senior and had been with them shortly after their debut.

Collapsing onto one of the sofas again he met the curious gaze of their dance leader. "What was that about?" he asked.
The maknae turned to him, a little stunned Hoseok been perceptive enough to even notice their exchange had been about something embarassing for him.
Jungkook shrugged, "I asked a stupid question about her job." he lied.
"Oh." Why was he curious?

But Jungkook was too distracted by the events of the tour and of course, Jimin, to question that thought any further. By the time they had launched into the concert, his brain was unable to make any connection between Hobi's question and the wandering glance the rapper had given into the backstage area where their staff congregated, awaiting the hectic struggle of costume changes and exhausted singers.

Yet as the concert steadily flew along, each song being perfectly executed in the utmost style, Jungkook began to wish he had not managed to calm himself down earlier. By the time he had run off stage for his second costume change, he wished his desires for Jimin and the cheesy want for nothing else, could have overshadowed his thoughts for the remainder of the show.

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Couldn't exactly let you guys have a fanfic tagged kdrama without some drama you know.

Let madness begin (I apologise for any distress here on out and will make up for it with cute Jikook moments at the end and in Book 2.)*

*ahem which is out by the way. (as I'm writing this bold bit having finished Book 1)