Chapter 7: Chil ♡

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Jimin giggled as soon as he tapped on the message notification and saw the sparkly heart Jungkook sent him. It looked like his boyfriend approved of his outfit so he checked himself in the mirror once again, making sure the little cats decorating his thigh-highs were in place before grabbing his backpack and heading to the hall.

"Holy fuck, that ass." Taehyung's voice was too loud for that hour of the morning but the comment made the pink-haired boy giggle. It was true that the shorts he was wearing were looking incredibly on his backside. "Do you have a date later?" His cheeks immediately heated as he nodded and a boxy smile made its appearance.

"He told me before that he loves these things." He pointed towards his socks.

"You look bomb." Tae raised one thumb as he sipped from his orange mug. Most of his classes were taking place in the afternoon so there was no wonder he was still puffy-faced and dressed in satin pyjamas. They spent a good part of the night playing videogames but it didn't seem to have affected their stamina.

"I hope you're right." Jimin pouted and bent to tie his shoelaces.

"Minmin ~" The taller boy whined as soon as he saw his friend was heading towards the front door. That was the indicator that he forgot something so the student turned around and almost jumped onto the boy who was waiting for the traditional morning hug. "There's no better way to start the day."

"You're so clingy, Taehyungie – just like a monkey." His little hand ruffled already messy grey-ish strands. "A very cute monkey." The acting major initiated another hug instead of answering and placed a loud peck on his bestie's cheek.

"Get that di –"

"Tae!" They both burst into a fit of laughter as Jimin kept slapping his shoulder, trying to calm down the embarrassment that was bubbling inside of him.

As soon as he left the apartment he had to bit on his lower lip; a part of him hoped his best friend was a sort of Nostradamus and he would end up around Jungkook's apartment where they could have more privacy because they haven't seen each other that much ever since the week started. It was nobody's fault – he was caught up in his studies and his boyfriend was working more than eight hours a day, but he was needy.

His first classes passed by almost without him noticing and when he received a message in which he was asked where he would like to have dinner, he shamelessly typed "your place?" and hoped he wouldn't sound too bold.

He was having his lunch in the university's yard when Jungkook took a break and answered to him.

From: Jungkookie

Sure thing, sweets x

A little smile spread on his lips when he realised he wasn't the only one who was starving for some closeness and he took a selfie that he immediately sent before finishing his bento and heading inside. He was quite a forgetful person and starting with that week he promised he would document his meals in order to have Jungkook resting assured that he wasn't breaking any rule. He felt silly, staring like that at some messages, but he couldn't help himself and he only snapped out of it when someone shoved him, making him drop all his things, including his hot coffee that splashed all over the lower part of his outfit and white sneakers.

He could bet it was the same person as always and when he heard the row of swear words he was familiar with he decided to keep his eyes casted downwards and get away as soon as it was humanly possible. He learned over the years that fighting back caused more damage and no one was going to be on his side even if tens of people were watching.

"Maybe you'll finally learn to cover your ass, slut."

The voice belonged to Minjae who must have been the most homophobic person Jimin ever encountered. He was so against everything that was out of ordinary that it was sometimes frightening and he never passed an opportunity to humiliate the pink haired boy who was the only person who dared to stand out from the crowd. Jimin was sure that even if he would have given up on his aesthetic the bullying would have continued as it was a well-known fact that he was gay.

"You must be desperate."

The literature major's fast steps echoed through the hall as he almost ran away. By the time he reached the first bathroom he was already crying out of frustration and anger. His clothes were ruined, the coffee stains refused to disappear as he washed them with water only and his sniffles got louder when he realised he was not going to be pretty when was going to meet his Daddy anymore. His mind began to wander to the razor blade he had in his backpack but he tried to ignore the need, his anxiety barely letting him breathe.

He entered one of the stalls and decided he would spend the next period there because he couldn't face Minjae again, not even if he was going to be seated at the opposite pole of the room. His hands were trembling so he took a fistful of his shirt and closed his eyes for a few minutes, trying to forget the humiliation he had to endure almost daily. He loved literature but university felt like hell lately and the idea of dropping out was becoming more tempting.

"What happened to your clothes?" Jungkook's eyes were wide as he took in the unusual image of his boyfriend. He wasn't as concerned about the outfit as he was about the blank expression on the boy's face.

"I was clumsy and dropped my coffee." Jimin looked like he was doing his best to snap out of whatever he was feeling and forced a fake smile that made the elder feel even more uneasy. They met in front of the tattoo parlour so the student didn't expect arms to wrap around him so confidently and felt his body relaxing against the touch. "Would you like me to go home and change? I can come back prettier." Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair lovingly.

"What are you talking about, kitten? You can wear some of my clothes if you want to." There was no way in which his baby could look less pretty because of some coffee stains.

Jungkook's car was not a luxurious one but Jimin didn't care about these things, he was happy to feel the familiar scent all around him so he rested against the comfortable chair as the other drove all the way to his apartment. He didn't feel like talking so they've listened to music and he would have fallen asleep if the ride would have lasted a few more minutes. He rubbed his eyes hurriedly when he saw Jungkook was staring.

"Let's get inside and order something."

Jimin could say he was familiar with the place so he didn't shy away from lying down on the sofa as his Dom called the Chinese restaurant they agreed on. He curled on a side and hugged one of the pillows, studying his boyfriend's face as he went. Jungkook was simply breathtaking – from his kissable lips and perfect teeth to every dark brown hair on top of his head. He could spend hours studying his figure but he stopped when the man sat down beside him and he decided he really wanted to kiss the little scar showing on his left cheek.

He struggled to get up and stretched in order to reach the soft skin but as soon as the other understood what he was doing he put a perfect bunny grin on display.

"I have another place I'd like you to kiss." Jungkook's voice was low as he pointed to his lips. Jimin complied but not before throwing his legs on either side of the tattoo artist's torso and safely seating himself on his lap. The first kiss has been sweet and short and even if the dom initiated a few more heated ones, it all ended with lots of pecks peppered all over his face and giggles echoing through the room. "I love to hear you laugh."

"That's very cheesy of you." The younger whispered but his skin didn't fail to turn pink.

"I think you're underestimating what levels of cheesiness I can reach."

They missed each other – texting was not satisfying enough, not matter how many videos and pictures were shared on a daily basis. They talked about the past days before their hands began wandering once again and their mouths met hungrily. Jungkook was sucking hickeys on the other's neck when the food arrived and he stood up still holding the smaller boy in his arms. Jimin got alarmed and tightened his hold onto the strong body, immediately hiding his face in his boyfriend's shounder when he realised he wanted to answer the door like that.

He caught a glimpse of the delivery boy's expression and he whined lowly into Jungkook's shoulder because of the embarrassment. None of his exes put their relationship out there so easily. The tattoo artist patted his backside as he sat back down but he didn't want to part so he remained on the comfortable lap as he dug in, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook's arms moving around him.

"I think I ate too much." Jimin sighed, feeling his shorts tight.

"I disagree." The tattoo artist replied while taking another spoonful of his dessert. Of course he was feeling like that – he was practicing kickboxing and he afforded to eat like a pig during every meal. "What next?"

"Do you have tea?" Jungkook nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

The night fell before they realised and they were "watching" a movie in the bedroom when Jimin received a text from Taehyung who was begging him not to come back to the apartment until the following day. He sighed but asked if he could stay and grinned when he saw how sparkling Jungkook's eyes became.

"I want to take you out for a nicer date next time. Maybe something fancy; I'll wear a suit for you." The man whispered against his hair, causing for cinnamon eyes to leave the screen and turn to watch his expression.

"This is nice."

"But I think you deserve better than Netflix, you know?" Jimin paused the show and turned around in order to place his little hands on the other's cheeks.

"I don't care what we're doing as long as I get to spend time with you." Maybe it was his time to be cheesy but he believed every word that escaped his lips. He didn't want to admit it but the idea of "love" began to bother him a while ago and it was simply frightening, despite the fact that Jungkook was treating him exemplarily. He feared he was going to end up being the fool once again but every time he met the tattoo artist's affectionate gaze his stubbornness was slowly crumbling. "Kookie –"

"Yes, sweetheart?" Long fingers began to caress his sides.

"I like you so much." It was clear that Jungkook understood what he truly meant because his features softened and he leaned to kiss his lips gently.

"I like you just the same."

What started innocently progressed and teasing touches were involved, fingertips searching under shirts like it was nothing. Jimin involuntarily pressed his thighs together when hot breath casted on the side of his neck and only then did he realise how turned on he actually was. Strangely, it wasn't the usual type of excitement, he didn't feel the need to get off, he just wanted to keep Jungkook close for as long as possible. His hand reached a thick thigh in order to squeeze it and the elder stopped everything so their eyes could meet.

"What do you need, baby?" He already knew that Jimin was willing to play but he had no idea what he could handle and he wanted to figure everything out. "I can blow you." The whisper was hoarse and he expected for the boy to immediately moan but Bambi eyes were watching him almost panicked so he furrowed his brows in confusion. "Min, I can't know what you need unless you talk to me."

It was clear that his sub had a hard time expressing his feelings so he patiently waited for a few more seconds, seeing Jimin's expression changing as words kept rushing through his mind. He finally decided to wrap his arms around the man's neck and bury his face in his shoulder as that didn't request eye contact.

"I want us to do more."

Jungkook was surprised by the invitation but he couldn't help but smile at the realisation of how far they've come. A couple of weeks ago Jimin started crying at the idea of having intercourse but now he had faith that nothing bad would happen to him, that it wouldn't hurt. A big hand forced some space in between them so it could caress one of his cheeks lovingly.

"Okay." Jungkook's voice was barely audible but a loving kiss followed afterwards, causing for the boy to melt into strong arms.

Jimin hated first times, it didn't matter who they were with, but there was a voice inside his head that kept telling him that this time it was going to be different. He lost his virginity during high school; he was drunk at a party so when his secret boyfriend suggested they should try it he didn't have the heart to refuse. It has been fast and painful as neither of them knew what they were doing and he tried to keep himself away from the act, that until he's been forced to do it by his previous dom.

The idea of Jungkook forcefully thrusting inside of him made him break the kiss they were both enjoying. His heartbeat was deafening but he tried to calm down when the man cupped his face and tenderly kissed his forehead.

"I won't hurt you." Panic rose inside his chest at the idea that he accidently said something. "Minnie, I swear Daddy won't hurt you." Maybe playing the Daddy card was unfair of him but hearing the name made Jimin relax, his breathing slowing down with each passing second. "I will stop the moment you tell me to stop, there's no need for a safe word." He was lowered on the comfortable bed and he grabbed a big hand as soon as it tried to leave his body, the irrational fear of Jungkook disappearing making his heart ache. Their fingers intertwined and the elder bent to kiss his lips chastely. "It's not a scene, we're not playing. It's just you and me."

The sound of it was comforting. Just you and me.

"Jungkookie?"

"Yes, baby?" The tattoo artist was hovering over him, his dark brown eyes kind.

"We can take it slow, right?"

"I promise you." It was painful to think how damaged the student actually was if he needed to make sure again and again that nothing bad was going to happen. He has tried to show him protectiveness during their time together but not even that could erase the bad memories. Their lips met again, Jimin's hesitantly as fingers skimmed the skin of his sides reassuringly, trying to make him give up on the stiffness of his whole body. All the neediness was gone but he still wanted this first time to happen, his skin burning under Jungkook's every touch.

His mind was hazy but he nodded when asked if his shirt could come off. He knew he had a nice body, his skin was pale and soft but the nervousness couldn't go away when chocolate orbs were studying everything they could see. He knew disappointment was going to replace fondness as soon as his arms would be revealed so he tried to let them fall around his body in a way in which the scars couldn't be seen.

"You're so goddamn beautiful." Jungkook whispered against his lips.

"Lucky you." Jimin managed to answer, his voice quivering. He needed more kisses to relax so when their tongues met he tried to ignore the fingers that began roaming all over his torso. He felt his member hardening as soon as a thumb brushed over his left nipple and Jungkook's lips sled over his neck, taking their time to tease the already blooming love-bites. Open mouthed kisses left a trail all the way to his abdomen and he whimpered when teeth gently bit the skin above his navel. Jungkook unbuttoned his pants but didn't take them off, firmly rubbing his erections through the material.

He could barely recognise his own moans but he knew his boyfriend enjoyed him being vocal so he didn't try to tone it down. Jungkook's mouth ghosted all over his chest before it closed around a perky nipple, making him arch against the mattress and grab a fistful of chestnut silky strands in order to force the motion to continue. He could feel himself leaking and he knew his silky panties were already destroyed. He didn't plan on their first time to happen during that day but he wore his newest pair of underwear so he would look pretty for his Daddy.

"Baby." Jungkook's voice was husky as he called out for him. His tongue darted one more time against the hardened peak before moving to kiss plush lips. "Can I see your arms?" Jimin didn't expect that request so he needed a few seconds to process it and bit on his lower lip. "Please." Of course he couldn't refuse those doe eyes so he slowly turned his arms so their most damaged parts would show and he began studying the ceiling, unable to face what he believed it would be a disgusted gaze.

He suddenly felt like crying. He felt more exposed than he has felt when kneeling naked on some BDSM club's floor. He has never told Jungkook but one of the hard limits he established for his previous Dom has been that he could never put his cuts on display to study them; he would usually wear a shirt during their scenes. Tears began prickling his eyes just in time for the other to press a loving kiss against his left wrist. Another kiss followed and then another and Jimin didn't manage to keep a loud sob from ripping through his chest.

"Hey –" Jungkook whispered and moved so their foreheads could be pressed together. "Don't cry, baby. Please don't cry." Their lips pressed together sweetly.

"I just –" He sobbed again. "I know they're disgusting."

"There's nothing disgusting about your body, Min. Never say that again." Another soft kiss. "Your arms are just as lovable at the rest of you, okay?"

Jungkook knew only a huge amount of pain could have caused that hurtful picture of destroyed flesh. He could only wish that a time will come when Jimin will stop cutting and he won't be ashamed of his scars.

Their lips met gently and the tattoo artist's thumbs brushed away the few teardrops that kept rolling down puffy cheeks in order to calm the boy down. Little hands tugged at a white shirt so the elder immediately removed it, knowing that the boy wanted to touch him too. He was a lot more sensitive that his sub when it came to his nipples so when a fingertip brushed one by mistake he moaned into Jimin's mouth before biting his lips.

"Can I take your pants off now?" The student nodded, knowing Jungkook meant the rest of his clothes too and rested against the many pillows as the man peeled down his thigh highs one by one. He couldn't remember ever being touched so delicately. When his panties were put on display he tried to cross his legs but wide palms pushed his thigh apart with care. "These look so good on you, kitten."

White lace was barely covering his erection, its red head peaking from the hem. There was a dark patch already formed in the front but Jungkook didn't seem to be bothered by it, his index brushing his length tantalizing, making him squirm.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He whispered and lowered to mouth the outstanding member. Jimin moaned as soon as a tongue touched the tip and he covered his eyes with the back of one of his hands.

"Please." He could feel more precum leaking and Jungkook's tongue gathering it but everything stopped when the panties were discarded and his upper thighs were spread wider. He felt incredibly needy, he wanted to be touched everywhere. His wish came true in the form of hotness tightening around his erection and he couldn't stop the loud moan that vibrated through the air. "Daddy – it feels so good."

The mouth left his meat in order to slide down and briefly suck on his balls. He had another goal and Jimin understood what he wanted when a tongue pressed flatly against his fluttering hole, electricity spikes running through his body. His legs somehow ended on the tattoo artist's strong shoulders as he was eaten out and he dared to tug at Jungkook's hair as his mouth worked its magic. His whole lower body was on fire and he could feel himself getting closer with each second so he moaned a little "no", indicating his boyfriend that he should stop.

When Jungkook pulled away he panicked.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just grabbing the lube." The man explained with a bunny grin on. Thankfully, the bottle was in the drawer of his nightstand and Jimin tried not to think too hard about why half of it was already used. "Is this okay?" He nodded when Jungkook began warming up the see-through liquid and smiled because of the simple question.

"I trust you."

The stretching started out as painful. It wasn't the usual type of pain, it was more of a burn but it slowly dissolved as kisses began to be peppered all over his inner thighs. Pleasure made his insides clench and he began to move against the fingers as soon as Jungkook slipped his third in. He managed to touch his perfect spot and every time that happened he panted louder and louder.

"No – I'll cum." He whined when Jungkook began to scissor his middle and index fingers. "Kookie, no!"

The elder nipped at his right thigh.

"Hush, baby. Daddy must make sure you're stretched properly." The bite that followed helped him focus on something else beside his pleasure because the teeth dug into his skin deep enough to leave a mark. Unlike what Jungkook expected, Jimin seemed to be even more turned on by the action so he pulled his fingers away and wiped them on his jeans. Small fingers began to fumble with his belt and soon he was left completely undressed too, the pink-haired boy's fist locked around his hard-on. "Grab another pillow, kitten."

He placed that one under Jimin, making sure he was comfortable and kissed his forehead before stroking his erection to full hardness. They were both clean so he didn't bother to put a condom on before lining his cock with the still-clenching entrance.

"We can stop anytime." Jungkook whispered and waited for a nod before slowly sliding the tip inside. Jimin's fingers dug into the skin of strong arms and the other made sure to breathe regularly and go as slow as possible so nothing would hurt. The boy tensed as soon as he was halfway in so he stopped everything and leaned closer, the tips of their noses touching. "Does anything hurt?"

"No, it's okay." Jimin smiled. "I'm okay."

Jungkook knew what he was doing so they started making out until the entire erection was nested safely inside of the smaller boy whose breath became hitched. His boyfriend was quite big so he could only shiver at the thought of how brutal he could have been taken. He pulled the body above him closer and moaned when the hardness shifted inside him.

"You're so good for me, Jiminie." Jungkook whispered against the side of his neck. "You're taking me so well, baby." They remained like that for what seemed like forever and the student was completely relaxed when the small thrusts began, his perfect spot being brushed almost every time.

It felt good and no pain had to be involved. He felt something fluttering inside his abdomen when the thrusts became faster and locked his legs around Jungkook's middle to make sure he wouldn't stop, his right hand covering his mouth.

"Fuck, kitten. It feels so good inside you." He moaned at that and yelped when the tattoo artist entered him more forcefully, the sound of skin slapping flooding the room.

"Daddy –" Jimin whimpered. Jungkook grabbed one of his legs and raised it so he would hit the boy's prostate with every movement and the other turned his head to moan into the pillow. "Shit – more, please!" His voice was a pitch higher and as much as he wanted release he was afraid of what could happen if he came before his dom.

His eyes snapped open and his vision got hazy at the idea that he might upset Jungkook.

"Daddy." His voice was barely audible but the other immediately slowed down. "I'm sorry."

"What are you talking about, baby?"

"I'm close." Despite what he was expecting the man smiled and leaned to kiss his lips.

"Then cum for me, sweet boy."

Jimin couldn't imagine a different Jungkook. He couldn't comprehend how the man who was so holding him so dearly could have been the most sadistic dom the clubs have hosted. He had no idea what was so special about him that changed the tattoo artist but he felt loved; it didn't matter that none of them confessed. A hand sneaked in between them to grab his neglected erection and he moaned loudly when the stroking began, knowing there was no way in which he could postpone his orgasm.

"Cum for me, love."

He did – stars blurring his vision as his thighs began to quiver. He closed his eyes and Jungkook didn't change the pace, making sure he got every little drop out of him on his fingers. He slowed down slightly only after Jimin's eyes opened and he moaned because of overstimulation and truth to be told, the man was sure he wasn't going to last much either.

"I know it hurts, baby. Just a little longer." He encouraged the boy and watched as Jimin bit on his index hard. He raised his hand and replaced the index with his thumb, moaning when the boy sucked on it without a question. Jimin looked completely fucked out and the little whimpers sounded like the end of him; as soon as cinnamon eyes turned glassy his hips slowed down. He released inside and even if the thrusts were slower he didn't stop, fucking his cum deeper as he went, tears finally rolling down Jimin's rosy cheeks.

He felt exhausted enough to collapse but he didn't want to crush the other so he stilled and took his thumb out of his boyfriend's mouth so their lips could press together. Jimin wrapped his arms around his neck so he wouldn't pull away and he had to smile at the sweet gesture.

"I'm not going anywhere, kitten." He whispered against parted lips. "Let me pull out and –"

"No." The boy protested. "Can we please stay like this?"

"Anything for you, peach."

Jimin giggled at the nickname but winced when Jungkook moved so he was now on top of the man who was holding him tightly. Fingers were caressing pink sex hair so its owner let out a small sigh of pleasure, feeling his heartbeat finally going back to normal. The few following moments were spent in a comfortable silence that was interrupted only by the tattoo artist's voice.

"Are you sleepy, baby?" Jimin shook his head firmly. "Was Daddy gently enough? Did it feel good?"

"It was perfect."

Jungkook smiled widely and pressed a kiss on the younger's temple. He was happy that the student felt just as good as he did because that meant he convinced him sex could happen without involving unwanted pain and that was an important thing to understand. It was the first time he truly felt like he made love with someone and the idea was satisfying, especially because it happened with Jimin.

"I think we need a bath." He knew cleaning was going to be terribly difficult if they would do it in the morning so he ignored the protests and slid out of the boy, taking a few seconds to watch his seed spilling on the sheets.

"But I don't want to." Jimin pouted and received a peck on his nose.

"But we have to. Be a good boy for me now, will you?" That was the phrase that convinced the younger so he didn't fight the arms that picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. Jungkook took care of absolutely everything and by the time they snuggled under the bed sheets Jimin was half-asleep, his insides warm at the thought that there was no other place he'd rather be.

Jimin woke up feeling like he slept a century and sneaked out of the bed as soon as he felt his bladder was close to exploding, trying his best not to wake Jungkook up. The digital clock placed on the nightstand informed him that it was only a little past seven but he was sure he couldn't go back to sleep so after tending to his needs he didn't walk back to the bedroom, instead heading to the kitchen to drink a glass of juice.

He wondered if Jungkook would mind if he woke up alone. A little smile appeared on his face as he remembered last night's activities and he chose to go to the living room where he turned on the TV, making sure it wasn't loud enough to wake the tattoo artist. On the coffee table was Jungkook's notebook – the one he always carried around because it held his sketches and appointments. It was open, face down, so Jimin decided it wouldn't be a bad thing to look a bit inside of it.

He placed the glass on the table and grabbed the black object, carefully turning the pages as he studied the beautiful drawings. He giggled at some cute doodles, most of them of Yoongi and Hoseok who seemed to be his boyfriend's best friends. He was near the last page when his jaw dropped.

There was a drawing of him. There was a drawing of him on an entire page and he was sure he never looked prettier than in that portrait. He was smiling, his eyes turning into crescents and his teeth were on display, an almost unnoticeable dimple contoured carefully. Under his neck there was a question scribbled: "Am I fucking in love?"

His heart skipped a beat as he read the words again and again and he bit on his lower lip as he grabbed one of the pens that were accompanying the notebook. The page mirroring that one was blank so he had enough space to write an answer. I fell in love with you. He tried to write beautifully and he was sure the tattoo artist would recognise his style because he has seen it before.

"Jimin?" Jungkook's hoarse voice startled him so he hurried to place the item back on the coffee table as he found it and grabbed his glass of juice when he heard quick steps. The man appeared in less than a minute, his hair a mess and his expression almost panicked and Jimin chuckled at how silly he was looking. "I thought you've left."

So that was why he was looking so alarmed. The pink-haired boy got up and met the other halfway in order to pull him into a tight hug.

"I wouldn't." He whispered and kissed Jungkook's neck. "Breakfast?"

"What do you want us to have?"

"Do you have string cheese?" The question earned a low chuckle.

"It's your lucky day. My string cheese dealer has been working this past week." He whispered and leaned so their lips could find each other.

Notes:

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Hello! Thank you so much for reading this loooooong and meaningful (for me, at least) chapter! I hope you enjoyed the way Jungkookie and Jimin's first time was portrayed! ~ There are a lot more things to come so I hope I've got you hooked for now *hehe* I hope you know how awesome you are and how much you mean to me! Take care and don't forget that you never walk alone x