Chapter 4: Busan Satoori

Jimin was laying down with his chest against the now made covers of his bed as he applied an ice-pack to his swollen bottom. The ice-pack was compressed by black Balenciaga briefs and a red t-shirt rolled up until his lower back. His right hand held his phone against his right ear as he greeted the the actor on the other end of the line. "Hello Jungkook-ssi~" Jimin dragged the last syllable 'ssi' like a coo and the raven-haired actor's voice filled his ears. "Hello Jimin-ssi~" The younger had replied copying the way the older had said his name, except that the actor had used a lower tone in his voice.

Jimin couldn't help but giggle at the actor's actions and he waited for the younger's next words. "Are you still at your apartment?" Jungkook asked at the other end of the line as he closed the door of his black Porsche Panamera Turbo and pressed the 'on' button after stepping on the brake pedal. "Yeah, I'm in bed right now..." The writer felt a sudden heat climb into his cheeks as he turned his head to glance at his lower back and bottom where the ice-pack was adding coolness to his aching and swollen area.

"Have you eaten lunch yet?" Automatically, Jungkook's phone directed the call to the bluetooth of his car as the engine was ignited and he pulled the gearshift to start driving his car out of the parking complex of the building. "Not yet. I was thinking of cooking something simple later." Jimin turned his head to the bed once again and waited for the actor to speak. "Do you like Udon Noodles?" The raven-haired actor pulled up into the intersection and began driving his way to a Japanese restaurant a few blocks away from the building he had just exited.

"They're delicious." Jimin licked his plump lips thinking of the hot noodles melting in his tongue and felt the saliva in his mouth begin form. "Good, I'm buying Udon for both of us. I'll be there in an hour, until then, you better have a good rest, Jimin-ssi." Jungkook said the older's name in a dominant tone and in a low voice -loving the reaction of the other. He heard the hidden giggles the writer tried to hide and he smirked facing the road ahead. "You're such a tease." Jimin mumbled ruffling his own locks bashfully and paused for a few minutes before he bid goodbye for the moment to the actor at the other end of the line.

"I'll just sleep a little more..." Jimin let his phone slide down onto the mattress before grabbing his pillow and burying his face in it as he still held the cold ice-pack between his swollen buttcheeks.

Exactly one hour later, Jimin softly snored small exhales between parted lips, a small drool sliding down his chin and colliding against the pillow his face was buried in. A chuckle was emitted by the man that entered the bedroom. "Fast asleep huh?" It was Jungkook, he had just arrived at the writer's apartment and had placed the food he had bought on top of the kitchen counter before making his way towards the older's bedroom. How did he enter? Well, before he had left in the morning, he had grabbed the key attatched to the lock of the front door and taken it with him, being sure that Jimin won't leave the apartment in the state the raven-haired actor had left him in.

Jungkook walked closer to the bed seeing the writer sleeping with an ice-pack being applied to his lower area, through Jimin's position, having his left leg a little bended, he could see the writer's balls poking out through the small space -and did it turn him on. The raven-haired actor slowly approached the bed and climber on top of it making the bed bend to his weight as he approached the peacefully sleeping male. He lowered the writer's black Balenciaga briefs until the latter's thighs and saw how red and swollen the area was. Feeling proud that he had claimed this ass as his own, Jungkook hovered his warm hands against the cold skin of Jimin's buttcheeks and slowly rubbed circles around it with his hands to try and lessen the pain the older might be feeling; he felt the stuffed asscheeks sway with the movements and it was a pleasing sight to watch.

"Mmm~" Being a few seconds away from waking up, Jimin hummed in comfort, the way he felt his asscheeks being softly massaged was pleasing, even better by the warm hands that did it. "Jimin-ssi, Wake up." Jungkook whispered as he continued rubbing and drawing circles from the inside to outside with his hands on the writer's bottom seeing the older was enjoying the action.

"Ah..." Jimin's eyes fluttered open like butterfly wings for two seconds. His mind was still in dreamland and he slowly rolled his hips once against the bed when he felt the hands massaging his bottom gently squeeze it, until, he realized what was happening and so, his eyes snapped wide and he shifted his head from the pillow to look back at who was touching his body. "Who the- oh... Jungkook? W-What were you doing?" The writer's eyes widened as he leaned down to roll his black Balenciaga briefs back up to cover his exposed lower area and face the raven-haired actor with his cheeks painted with pink.

"I noticed that you were hurting down there so I thought of lessening the pain since it was really swollen." Jungkook glanced at the ice-pack beside their bodies and the writer bashfully nodded. He was comfortable with the actor, it was odd, normally when someone touches his body -besides really close friends- he feels uncomfortable, but with the raven-haired man he felt gravity continue to pull them closer.

"Get up little baby. I brought Udon." Jungkook raised his eyebrows twice and left the bed to begin digging in what his stomach growled for. "Wait for me!" Jimin tried searching for his wallet with his eyesight in his room but failed miserably as he couldn't see it. He wanted to pay back the actor for buying food, but when he couldn't find his wallet he sighed and made his way -limping- to the kitchen where Jungkook sat in a one of the black stools already slurping on the thick noodles. "Here, I bought two of the same. It's simple, only four slices of meat and four thinly chopped scallions." The actor's pupils dilated and his big doe eyes enlarged as he gulped stretching his neck a little.

Jimin grabbed the pair of woodened chopsticks beside the pot of hot udon noddles and licked his lips in anticipation while staring at the thick noodles that his stomach was calling out to eat. "Thank you for the food!" The writer separated the woodened chopsticks and opened his mouth wide, taking the thick noodles between his chopsticks and bringing them up to his mouth. He took a taste and felt his mouth watering with saliva when the hot noodles landed in his mouth.

"Glad you like them. Here eat it with a piece of meat." Jungkook grabbed a piece of meat from his own Udon pot with his chopsticks and rose it up to the writer's full chewing cheeks. Jimin finished chewing and gulped the bite he had taken; his tongue favored the delicious flavor. He was hesitating in opening his mouth, but ended up opening it and hummed at the delicious taste of the meat the actor had given him. "Mm~ It's seasoned like the Lights restaurant does!" Jimin grabbed a piece of meat from his pot and pointed it to the actor's closed lips.

Jungkook chuckled and leaned forward to eat the piece of meat from the older's chopsticks and hummed loving the salty yet well-seasoned taste of the meat. "It's because it is from Lights. After I called you, I drove there. These are the best Udon noodles I've had in Korea." Jungkook said between chews and they focused on eating, Jimin agreeing with the comment.

The silence that took over the room after they had finished eating was adding anxiety to the writer, so he gulped down half the glass of water and began voicing his thoughts in words to break the silence. "So I know you're Jeon Jungkook, you're an actor, you're friends with Tae, you're handsome and you also have a good voice. Tell me more about you, how old are you?" Jimin finally asked and leaned changed his posture so his body could face the raven-haired actor's.

"I'm twenty-two, I was born in Busan, when I was a teenager I spent three years in California, United States, I love the visual arts, and I love banana milk." Jungkook smirked and by his words, Jimin's eyes widened. "Jeongmal? I'm from the Geumjeong Jigu. What part of Busan are you from Jungkook-ssi?" The writer swiftly spoke with his satoori accent giving a curious glance at the actor. Not expecting that reaction from the writer, the younger felt his stomach tense when the older's voice had lowered when he used the satoori. He found himself slightly turned on by the way Jimin pronounced each word.

"The one where your heart is from Jimin-ssi." Smirking, the raven-haired actor flirted trying to add heat to their conversation. The writer rolled his eyes playfully before deciding to continue playing along to the actor's games, heart oblivious to the real deep intentions hidden behind the one initiating the pull of the gravity between their bodies.

"You're a flirt. Has anyone ever told you that?" Jimin poked the tip of his tongue onto his bottom plump lip and licked it from one corner to another giving a seducting gaze to the younger. "And has anyone told you that..." Jungkook leaned closer towards the writer, his hand sliding down the counter towards the older's arms. He trailed and swiftly traced the soft skin of the smaller under his fingertips, feeling how he caused series of goosebumps rise in the skin, before he licked his bottom lip and wispered seductively as his lips approached the lips of the writer. "You're very seductive, alluring and tempting, but, you're... someone who's supposed to flirt back only to me." A hint of possessiveness exposed in the low tone of his voice as his hands trailed down the writer's abdomen -on top of the red t-shirt- and then firmly held the waist of the older, caging him in the stool he sat.

"Am I? For everything that's happened in the last twenty-four hours, I still don't know you that well Jeongguk-ssi~" Pronouncing the younger's name with his hometown's satoori, Jimin grinned, falling prey to the dominant actor caging him still. "Oh, you will. Starting by screaming and pronouncing my name with that sexy Busan satoori." Jungkook leaned in and placed his lips over Jimin's, capturing the writer's upper lip between his and slowly rubbing the tip of his tongue against the inside of the writer's upper lip -feeling the writer responding by their tongues rubbing against each other. Lips hungrily moving against each other, Jimin closed his eyes and tilted his head a little to his left so his nose wouldn't bump into Jungkook's, and then his arms that were on the counter slowly rose to dig his fingers through the raven locks of the actor. The younger chuckled when he felt the tugs on his hair, but frowned when he noticed how the older was stopping their lip movement. "I'm still really sore from last night." Jimin mumbled with a new heat of red in his cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed to bring up the topic even if there was nothing to hide -for now.

"Oh Jimin, there are many ways for me to have you screaming my name without having to be inside you. One of them, involves ...this." Jungkook's right hand descended from Jimin's waist, to the black Balenciaga briefs he wore, slipping his hand inside and tracing a line with his fingers from the older's balls to the now hardening tip. "Ah~" The writer's fingers tightly gripped the roots of the actor's hair and leaned his head back, feeling how the actor's hand was beginning to excite him in a way only he would be able to do.

"It's time for dessert."