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When Jimin opens his eyes, the first thing he’s confronted with is the peeling wallpaper inches from his nose. It’s a sight he’s used to by now, the ugly pink floral peel falling away from the wall more and more each day. Beneath it, there’s a layer of brown, and beneath that, there could be an entire country hidden inside of the wall and Jimin probably wouldn’t be surprised.
That, amongst many other things, is one of the challenges that comes with buying a house for cheap after only seeing two pictures online. It truly hadn’t looked so bad, mostly it had just seemed as if it needed a little bit of love, care and attention. And by god, had they given it that. 10 million won later, their bedroom is still a smoke stained pit with torn carpet and floors so creaky it sounds as if ghosts are angrily crying out after being stepped on every time they walk from one end to the other.
The window lets in more light than it should, with the curtains torn and falling from their holster. Seokjin had promised to fix them up last week but life had gotten in the way, as it so often does for them both.
The room is cold enough that Jimin can see his breath. He watches it puff from his lips in clouds of white and frowns. If it weren’t for the thick duvet and his fiance’s arms wrapped around him tightly, he’d probably be shivering where he lays.
Seokjin nuzzles his nose into Jimin’s neck, stirs a little and pulls him closer, his broad shoulders absolutely dwarfing Jimin as he presses a kiss to the back of his head. Jimin replaces his frown with a contented smile and the grotty wallpaper is forgotten in an instant.
‘What time is it?’ Seokjin asks, his sleepy voice spoken against Jimin’s skin. Jimin reaches for his phone and tugs the cold device beneath the blankets to check.
‘Nearly 8,’ he replies, tucking himself closer for warmth.
‘Do you wanna run and turn the heat on or should I?’ Seokjin grumbles. Despite his question, he pulls Jimin impossibly closer, wrapping his legs over his fiance’s and his arms almost twice around his small waist.
Jimin giggles and closes his eyes. ‘It’s warm here, you go.’
‘But I’m so old and decrepit, the cold will surely make my bones ache,’ Seokjin protests. His croaks make Jimin roll his eyes and he jabs Seokjin in the ribs.
‘You’re 32,’ he reminds, 'and I’m the love of your life so you should turn the heat on for me.’
‘So far…’
‘Excuse me?’ Jimin blinks, turning so quickly it makes Seokjin’s eyes open completely. He rolls Seokjin onto his back, pinning him down with his strong thighs and hitched eyebrow. ‘So far?’ he repeats.
‘I didn’t mean it, I swear,’ Seokjin whines. ‘You pushed this old man to say things he’s regretting, you are the love of my life, Jimin-ssi.’
Jimin giggles at the honorifics and leans down, pressing his nose against Seokjin’s. ‘I know. I have you and your dick in a chokehold. Go turn on the heat.’
Seokjin only grumbles a little as he climbs out of bed, shuddering all over as he makes a mad dash from their bedroom into the hallway where the thermostat is. He returns, bare feet slapping on the floor, loose, flaccid dick swaying between his legs as he launches himself back onto the bed and under the covers.
Jimin cries out when Seokjin’s frozen body is pressed against his, his cold hands worming their way between Jimin’s thighs to warm them back up. Jimin protests, trying to fight his way out of the icy grip, but truly he loves this. He loves mornings where Seokjin wakes up beside him, where work and various projects don’t stop them from enjoying each other’s company like this. Before meeting Seokjin, Jimin hadn’t ever felt intimacy like he does now. Sure, Seokjin farts all the time and he gets bad acid reflux that keeps Jimin awake because his fiance requires the utmost attention when his tummy hurts, but because Seokjin is Jimin’s person, it never feels like too much.
Admittedly, Jimin has his own quirks. He’s sure Seokjin complains about them in much the same way. His habit of leaving the faucet dripping every time he has a bath, or how his hair is constantly everywhere, loose and falling out on the floor, enough to make a wig out of if he’s honest. But Seokjin loves him just as much, so it’s never a problem.
They eventually get out of bed once the house is warmed up and Jimin pads his way into their half demolished kitchen with one of Seokjin’s big shirts on and a sleepy yawn passing his lips. Seokjin kisses it away and helps Jimin hop up onto the counter whilst he boils water for coffee.
Jimin plays Seokjin’s shoulders like bongos as he draws him in for a long kiss, morning breath and all. Sleepy Seokjin is far more pliant than usual and Jimin adores the way his lips fall lax, and how he opens his mouth just wide enough for Jimin to slip his tongue in and draw out a groan. They’ve vowed that once the house is complete, they will absolutely have sex on every available surface and Jimin cannot wait for slow morning fucking against the kitchen counters, chasing their orgasms as the water boils over beside them.
Today though, Seokjin pulls away before that happens, leaving a gentle kiss on Jimin’s nose as he pours it into their awaiting mugs.
‘What’s today's agenda then, builder Min?’ Seokjin asks. He hands Jimin his steaming cup of coffee, holding it in Jimin’s hand so he doesn’t immediately try to sip it and burn his tongue.
Jimin pouts. ‘We’re pulling up the carpet in the study, the pipe guy is coming to fix the second floor shower, and if we have time, we can get started taking apart the cupboards in here.’
‘With your planning skills and my incredible muscles, we’ll be done in no time!’
Jimin scoffs, kisses Seokjin once more, then downs his boiling coffee, burning his tongue in the process.
To say he can’t wait for the work to be done is an understatement. Despite its flaws, Jimin has fallen in love with the house they now call home, more and more each day they’re living in it. Yes, there’s damp in the upstairs guest room and sometimes the electrics cut out whilst they’re jamming out to their favourite throwback songs, but in every single one of the walls, Jimin sees the hard work he, Seokjin and even their friends have put in.
Each day it comes along a little more, gets a little more liveable and a little less gross. There’s evidence of their months on the table in the dining room and their bed which is constantly messy and unmade, whether that’s because one of them has dashed to turn the heat on or because Seokjin had surprised Jimin with wet kisses and made him late for work. The living room is the first to be complete, and then the kitchen, and as they make their way with buckets of paint and stepladders into the study and the guest room, they decide to start planning for the wedding they’d been postponing.
‘Well, where do you want to get married?’ Jimin asks, his roller flicking paint over his face as he turns his attention to Seokjin. His fiance giggles and wipes the white splatters off of Jimin’s nose.
‘I don’t know.’ Seokjin shrugs. He kneels down to finish the baseboard and sighs. ‘I haven’t thought about it much.’
‘Do you want somewhere indoors or somewhere more in nature?’ he questions. ‘Or somewhere unique? Maybe a place that’s important to us?
‘What? Like the high school gym where we had our first kiss?’
Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘Our first kiss was behind the bleachers, actually – Yoongi dared us to make out and then right after you smacked your head and nearly passed out.’
Seokjin pauses to recall, shuddering comically at the memory. ‘Maybe not.’
‘We could probably find some nice gardens outside of a hotel or something?’ Jimin suggests. Seokjin shrugs again, focusing his attention on the corner.
‘I’m not really that fussed,’ he says after a moment. ‘I trust you to make the decisions.’
Jimin frowns but he doesn’t say anything. He had, after all, been the one to suggest he focus on the wedding planning whilst Yoongi and Seokjin finish their bedroom. Jimin sits down the next morning and searches for venues, almost all of which are out of their extremely tight budget. He finds a beautiful pergola set amongst stunning hills and nearly cries upon seeing the price tag, it wounds his soul so much that he very briefly considers whether they need to get married at all.
It’s not as if Jimin wants anything too flashy, all he wants is something memorable and nice. Nice flowers and nice suits, a nice setting with nice canapes and food that will appease both Seokjin and their ravenous adopted 24 year old child, Jungkook. Even the flowers are too expensive, each bouquet costing more than Jimin thinks any flower should, no matter how lovingly arranged each petal is. The thing will only die or be dried out amongst forgotten book pages, never to be looked at again.
Jimin trawls every sight on the internet and by lunch time, when Seokjin and Yoongi emerge from their bedroom covered in paper and dust, he’s well and truly downtrodden.
‘Jimin-ah, husband dearest, can you prepare my good friend and I some lunch and coffee? Pretty please?’
‘Where’s my cherry on top?’ Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow.
‘Unfortunately I gave you my cherry almost ten years ago, so you’ll have to make do without one.’
Jimin laughs and closes his laptop, Seokjin’s smile making him forget all of his stresses for a few moments.
When winter rolls around again and wedding planning seems slower than their bedroom renovation, Jimin admits to feeling quite disheartened. Sleeping on a pull out bed in the cramped study has not done wonders for their sex life, and Seokjin is away more often than not, working extra hard and taking on new projects in the hopes he’ll be promoted. Whilst Jimin works from home, managing social media platforms for brands, Seokjin sits in a cosy office, drinking coffee and schmoozing with bosses at the television network he’s worked at for years now. He’d started as an intern, and Jimin had watched him bloom into a cohesive and creative content producer whose videos could be seen online and on traditional television.
The first time one of Seokjin’s shows had been broadcasted, he’d refused the big reveal party that Jimin had excitedly babbled about and had only requested a quiet night in with Jimin, in their tiny studio apartment with takeout pizza and a bottle of cheap wine. Jimin had watched in awe as the short played before the movie. Seokjin’s name appeared at the end and he had cried, embracing his boyfriend and squeaking about how proud he was through tears.
Now, most days, Jimin works alone at their kitchen table, the office he’d been promised still unfinished and put on the backburner as they try to finish everything else. Jimin had sold the dream of this place but now he only believes in it when Seokjin is around, his hopeful smile and unabashed confidence helping Jimin to see the final end product of their almost complete building site. In the evenings, he eats alone or with Jungkook, Taehyung, whoevers free and nearby. Seokjin gets back late and crawls into bed, suit messed up from a day of hard work and the wrinkles etched on his forehead deeper and deeper each day. He still kisses Jimin like he means it, still holds him all night, but even then, Jimin can feel the distance. Between them, their hopes, their dreams and this wedding that never seems as if it’s likely to happen.
And the thing is, Jimin isn’t so great at letting Seokjin know when he’s stressed. It’s one of those things, his own insecurity or bad trait, one he isn’t proud of but is entirely aware of. Whenever he’s faced with this, he talks himself up to to telling Seokjin all of his stresses, and then pays far too much attention to the little voice in his head that reminds him his fiance absolutely does not need any more stress, especially about such trivial things like which flower colour is best and just where the hell they’re going to find the money to pay for them.
On top of that, Jimin feels like planning the wedding alone truly defeats the purpose. It is going to be a partnership at the end of the day, a joining of their lives both spiritually and financially. After Jimin had proposed, Seokjin had joked that it would be great for their taxes and Jimin had never let that go, no matter how much he knows that Seokjin loves and dotes on him. Sometimes, when Jimin sits alone in bed, scrolling through the same websites for hours, it feels like he might as well be marrying himself.
It takes Seokjin weeks to notice, and it isn’t until well into the new year that his promotion is finalised and he can spend more time at home.
Jimin loves it at first. He takes holiday and spends hours curled up with Seokjin in their cosy lounge, ignoring the building site upstairs and just holding him. They don’t discuss the wedding or anything like that, they just enjoy each other's company. For the first few days, it’s bliss. Just to have Seokjin around and have the house not be so empty brings back all of Jimin’s love for the place. He remembers why he likes the open stairwell when he can hear Seokjin laughing about a joke he sent all the way from upstairs. He remembers why the kitchen counters being so smooth is ideal for their morning coffee kisses and the idle touching it inevitably leads to, and why the pink colour they chose for the hallway is Jimin’s favourite, because it’s the same shade as Seokjin’s burning ears whenever Jimin calls him handsome.
It’s inevitable that he has to bring up the wedding at some point. Jimin holds off until the very last day of his holiday, when they’re cooking dinner together and Seokjin’s singing loudly like he does when he’s happy.
Jimin had gotten a call from the cake shop he’d been discussing prices with the previous day. He’d given them an idea of what he wanted and they’d rang to discuss a tasting session with him and his soon-to-be husband. Jimin had promised to give them an answer by the morning, so he sidles up to Seokjin, wrapping his arms around his fiance's middle and leaning his forehead between the planes of his shoulders.
‘When is your next Saturday off?’ Jimin asks, squeezing tightly.
‘Next weekend, why?’
Jimin sighs. ‘We have to go taste some cakes, for the wedding, you know?’
‘Ah, can’t you just go and pick one? It’s cake, it’ll be good either way.’
Jimin feels his heart sink a little and he takes a deep breath. ‘It’s just that usually, the couple makes the decision together.’
Seokjin shrugs. ‘But I trust you, you’re doing great with everything else. Whatever you pick will be fine by me.’
Jimin leans back and frowns at Seokjin’s back, his teary eyes trying to focus on the pattern of his sweater as the words fall from his lips.
‘Maybe I don’t want to make every decision alone, maybe I want some help.’
Seokjin pays no mind and reaches for the salt, Jimin’s arms still locked around his middle.
‘It’s just cake,’ he says.
‘It’s our wedding!’ Jimin cries, the words coming out much louder and harsher than he’d thought they would. Seokjin stills, turning slowly in Jimin’s grip.
‘Baby,’ Seokjin frowns. ‘Okay, we’re crying.’
Jimin nods, pouting petulantly. ‘You made me cry.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Seokjin says. He brings his hands up to cup Jimin’s cheeks and wipes away the tears. ‘Why are we crying, hmm? Tell Hyung.’
‘Because you don’t want to marry me,’ Jimin sobs, burying his face against Seokjin’s chest. He covers the little whale in his snot and cries even harder.
‘Jimin, of course I want to marry you. Why would you think I don’t want to marry you?’
Jimin takes a deep breath. ‘Because - Because you don’t care about any of the wedding plans and whenever I ask for your input you just shrug it off, and because you barely mention it at all. If you don’t want to marry me then you shouldn’t have said yes!’
Seokjin grows solemn, he takes Jimin by the shoulders and holds him out so he can look him in the eyes.
‘Jimin, saying yes was one of the best things I ever did. It’s my happiest moment.’
‘Then why don’t you care?’ Jimin sobs. ‘Why is all of the - the pressure and stress on my shoulders? It’s supposed to be a joint occasion, a joint burden.’
Seokjin frowns. ‘How long have you been feeling like this, love?’
Jimin wipes the snot from his face and shrugs. ‘Since I started planning.’
‘Oh baby,’ Seokjin pouts. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? Of course it’s supposed to be joint, I just thought that you would enjoy this as a project and I didn’t want to interfere.’
‘It’s your day just as much as mine, it’s not interfering.’
‘I know, I’m sorry,’ Seokjin sighs and he looks genuinely miserable.
‘I didn’t want to stress you out with all of my feelings when you were working so hard,’ Jimin admits.
‘Your feelings are more important to me than work, you know? Don’t ever feel like you can’t tell me anything just because I’m busy. I want to know that you’re okay at all times, and if you’re not, I need to know so I can be there for you. I’m sorry for not noticing that you were upset sooner.’
Jimin sniffles. ‘I didn’t tell you.’
Seokjin chuckles a little, lightening the mood. ‘No, you didn’t. But you’re my person, so I should have realised something was up.’
‘Do you really not care about the wedding?’
Seokjin sighs and, after checking that the hob is low enough their dinner won’t burn, he steers Jimin to sit at the table. He kneels in front of Jimin, taking his hands gently.
‘I do care, but all I care about is that I’m getting married to you. Fancy venues and flowers don’t mean anything to me, we could get married in a registry office with a drunken Elvis impersonator as our witness and I’d be the happiest man on the planet, as long as I’m with you.’
Jimin tears up again. ‘Really?’
‘Really,’ Seokjin says. He kisses all of Jimin’s fingers and thumbs, pausing to hold out his ring finger. ‘I don’t really understand the need for all of this expensive stuff, if I’m honest. I thought it’s what you wanted and I didn’t wanna ruin that for you so I stepped back, but clearly I stepped back too much.’
‘I thought you didn’t wanna marry me,’ Jimin whines. ‘It’s stupid, I know. But every time I went to look at suits and saw other couples, it made me so sad.’
‘Oh baby, Hyung is so sorry. I’m gonna make it up to you, yeah? We’ll go taste some cakes and if you need anything from me, I’ll do my best to help.’
‘We don’t have to have a fancy wedding,’ Jimin says. ‘I don’t want anything big or expensive, I just want you.’
Seokjin smiles and leans in to kiss away all of Jimin’s tears. ‘After dinner, I’ll make you your favourite tea and you can show me all of the things you like, yeah? We’ll plan it together.’
Jimin nods. After they’ve eaten, just as he’d said, Seokjin makes them both tea and they sit on their comfy couch looking at Jimin’s extensive pinterest board. There are over 200 pictures saved and Seokjin lets Jimin talk through all of them, his ideas, and then his wedding planning journal which details the depressing costs of everything.
Together, they pick a cheaper location, decide on simple dried flower bouquets that will last forever, and Seokjin gets excited about the canapes. They decide to spend more of the money on the after party, where they’ll make the most memories with family and friends.
Jimin cuddles Seokjin all night, and admittedly, feels a little silly for worrying so much. Sometimes he thinks back to when they first got together and how his refusal to talk about the things that hurt him caused them to break up numerous times. Sometimes Jimin thinks he hasn’t changed from that insecure boy who was so sure someone like Seokjin couldn’t love him that he did everything to convince Seokjin he was right. But Jimin also knows that if he hadn’t changed, learned from his mistakes and grown as a person, they would never have made it this far.
Seokjin is by his side always, even when he’s busy and it’s hard, Jimin should remember that and not let his emotions and insecurities get the better of him. Afterall, they made it through the worst of times to reach where they are. They survived break ups and yelling arguments and dinner parties at friends places where they smiled and held each other despite barely wanting to look one another in the eye. They’ve survived grief and jealousy and losing friends, and they’ve made it this far because no matter what, Jimin always remembers that Seokjin is his person, that he always has been since they were spotty teenagers with chubby faces and a head full of dreams.
The first time Seokjin told Jimin he loved him, he whispered it to the stars, thinking Jimin was asleep in his arms. It wasn’t unusual for them to hold each other, it was something they’d been doing since they’d met, when Jimin was 15 and angry at the world and Seokjin only one year older with a wealth of knowledge and an air of cool maturity about him had used his body to restrain Jimin’s angry sobs. Jimin had known he liked Seokjin from the moment they met but falling in love had happened over the course of 3 years.
So when Jimin was graduating and Seokjin was moving away to college, it suddenly felt urgent, with both of them wanting to confess but neither of them knowing how. They’d fought numerous times about Seokjin kissing boys at parties and Jimin getting upset despite having no right, and after the third time when Jimin had cried and cried, pounding his fists against Seokjin’s chest, something changed between them and Seokjin never did that again.
When Jimin had heard him whisper those words, unable to say them directly, he’d glanced up, taken only a second to check Seokjin had meant it, and kissed him.
From then onwards, everything had fallen into place. Jimin turns in Seokjin’s arms, staring around at the makeshift office they currently call a bedroom and thinks himself lucky to have fallen in love the way he did, with someone as wonderful as Seokjin.
‘Mm? You’k?’ Seokjin mumbles, sleepily pressing a kiss to Jimin’s eyebrow. Jimin smiles.
‘Just thinking about how much I love you,’ Jimin whispers.
‘It’s because I’m so sexy and cool,’ Seokjin replies. Jimin can feel his grin, how it curves at his eyebrow, how his lips immediately turn upwards everytime Jimin speaks.
‘You are,’ he sighs. ‘And you make me happy, so that’s good too.’
Seokjin whines cutely, and even though Jimin can't see his face, he knows he must be blushing. ‘I love you more,’ he blurts in reply.
‘I love you most,’ Jimin deflects.
‘I love you more than the cosmos.’
Jimin grins and kisses Seokjin properly, surging forward to press their bodies together and feel him all over. He feels Seokjin’s fingers against his rib cage, his cold toes that curl against the backs of Jimin’s calves as he wraps himself around Jimin’s legs, the rise and fall of his chest, how his breathing grows laboured and hot as they kiss deeper and deeper.
He kisses Seokjin until he falls asleep and dreams in his ebbs and curves and the softness of his skin, how his existence makes Jimin ache all over.
With Yoongi back at work and nobody else to help out, Jimin is forced to take a break from wedding planning the following day and help Seokjin finish their bedroom. It had looked like a building site since they moved in, but now it looks like a building site with painted walls and tarped up flooring. They’re nearly finished, with only one more coat of paint left and curtain rods to be hung, shelves, and their new furniture to be built.
Jimin slumps into the bedroom with a pout on his lips whilst Seokjin showers. Tomorrow he’ll be back at work and so will Seokjin. He’d hoped they could spend their last day together curled up, making wedding plans, drinking hot drinks, bickering back and forth until they’re both whining at each other for being right.
He sighs and rolls up his sleeves, popping open the can of paint and pouring it into the tray. They’d chosen a soft grey colour, the warm kind that will make the room feel cosy. Seokjin had wanted to paint it bright pink and decorate the walls with bdsm gear, and Jimin had only been half sure he was kidding.
He picks up the roller and covers it in a layer of paint, adjusting his stance so he can get a smooth, even coating across the wall. Yoongi is much better at this kind of stuff, plus he enjoys it, so Jimin is a little annoyed that the finishing coat will be his and Seokjin’s responsibility and is likely going to be a complete mess. Though on the other hand, the light will cast it’s shadows across the wall they finished together, and there’s something romantic about that sentiment.
Seokjin enters the room ten minutes later with a suspicious smirk on his lips and considerably dryer hair than Jimin would expect of someone who had just supposedly had a shower. He saunters across the room, looking anywhere but at Jimin as Jimin takes in what he’s wearing.
Seokjin is not an adventurous person with his dress sense. He likes comfortable, practical clothes and even though he can truly pull off any style, he sticks with what he knows. But the cropped shirt he’s wearing, see through and white, clinging to his wet skin, is so unlike anything Jimin has ever seen his fiance wear that his mouth goes dryer than the desert. It grazes just below his chest, pert little nipples poking through the fabric that doesn’t leave anything to the imagination if Jimin is honest.
Seokjin leans over the ladder, arching his back as the tight shorts he’s wearing stretch over his thighs.
‘What’s with the outfit?’ Jimin says, though his words sound painful coming from his lips as his entire body is so tense from shock.
Seokjin blinks innocently and stands up straight, fingers coming up to fiddle with the rough hem of the crop top. ‘This old thing?’ he replies. ‘I didn’t want to get my regular clothes dirty.’
‘You’re a menace, Kim Seokjin,’ Jimin grits out. ‘You’ll be the death of me.’
He smirks at that and draws Jimin’s gaze as he bends over once again. ‘Better make your last minutes count then.’
Jimin’s eyes travel over his body, the curve of his back, his toned tummy and muscles, right to the little bulge sitting pretty between his ass cheeks, visible only because of how tight his cursed shorts are.
‘Are you wearing a plug?’ Jimin blinks, his words as laboured as his breathing which is suddenly coming out in sharp, hot little bursts. He feels heat spreading through him as Seokjin nods, arousal flooding his nervous system and making his hands shake. Seokjin is rarely this extra, in fact, they’ve been together for so long that sex is largely a rushed affair for them. Still good, mind blowing even because of how much love is shared between them, but not usually as carefully thought out by either of them as this.
Seokjin had prepped himself in the shower, purchased a whole secret outfit just to surprise Jimin and Jimin wants to tear the useless clothes from his body and fuck him until he’s crying out with pleasure.
‘Are you just gonna stare? Or are you gonna do something about it?’ Seokjin sighs, his lips forming a petulant pout as he wiggles his ass. He leans heavily on the ladder to show off the curve of his back, his tiny waist, his pretty, pert ass. Jimin places the paint roller on the ground and takes only two steps before he’s standing behind his fiance, smearing wet paint on his white shirt.
‘Oops.’ He laughs, continuing to wipe his hands and ruin the shirt. Some of the paint even gets in Seokjin’s hair, tinting the ends grey and making them sticky. Seokjin glares at him over his shoulder but stays silent. Jimin is smirking now, feeling powerful as he stands over his much bigger boyfriend, taking in how he’s bent over, presenting just for him.
He makes quick work of the shorts Seokjin has on and tugs them down just below his ass, lifting the cheeks and revealing the plug pressed snugly between them. It’s a jewelled one, pink, the same shade as the tips of Seokjin’s ears when he’s shy or embarrassed. Jimin presses his thumb against and a shudder runs up Seokjin’s spine.
He looks all over, eyes making their way across the swoops and curves of Seokjin’s body, and Jimin doesn’t quite know where to begin. Even now, after knowing each other intimately for nearly a decade, his palms still itch, his belly still tugs, full of butterflies, when he thinks about how beautiful Seokjin is, and how he’s the person lucky enough to touch.
Seokjin glances over his shoulder, meeting Jimin’s gaze with his wide eyes. His face is red, a little splotchy and cute. He looks a little dazed already, his lip bitten, and Jimin hasn’t even touched him properly.
He adjusts his stance, pressing Seokjin lower so he can rut his slowly hardening cock against his ass. It jostles the plug and Seokjin mumbles out a moan, head dropping forward and mouth falling slack. He’s sensitive in the best of ways, which is one of the many reasons Jimin likes bottoming for him, because he can keep going after he cums until he cums again.
‘How do you want me to make you feel good, love?’ Jimin asks quietly, feeling up Seokjin’s sides. He brings his hands up to rest on both of his shoulders, squeezing the muscle.
‘Don’t know,’ Seokjin shrugs, words falling from his loose lips. Jimin smirks.
‘Gonna let me do what I like?’
Seokjin nods enthusiastically and Jimin, knowing him so well, can already tell he’s falling into the kind of headspace where words don’t come easily, his body and nerves kicked up into overdrive so all he can do is feel.
Jimin makes a decision and kneels down, forcing Seokjin to bend his own knees uncomfortably so he can still reach his ass. He pulls out the plug in one quick motion and quickly replaces it with his tongue before Seokjin can complain. Instead, his fiance moans and his tensed knees shake like he’s going to collapse as Jimin presses in two fingers beside his tongue. Seokjin is warm inside, tight too, like he always is. The lube coats Jimin’s tongue so it never gets dry and he closes his eyes to push deeper, licking and wriggling his tongue alongside his fingers to stretch Seokjin out more.
He’d obviously done a good job in the shower, but Jimin loves closing his eyes, sinking into the feeling of Seokjin tensing around his tongue, and listening to the pretty moans spill from his lips. He can just about reach around to touch Seokjin, his cock just as wet as his hole and coated with lube. Jimin pictures him fingering himself open in their shower, forehead pressed against the glass, water cascading over his back and his other hand pumping his cock just fast enough for it to feel good, but not too fast to make himself cum.
Jimin strokes him lazily, little fist barely able to wrap around his fiance’s girth. He circles the tip and with a practiced hand, presses a finger to the nerve along the underside, eliciting a moan so pretty he can’t help but shiver. In another life, Jimin is sure Seokjin must’ve been a singer, but in this one, he gets to be the one privy to all of his prettiest noises.
He knows Seokjin won’t warn him when he’s close, so Jimin has no choice but to play it by ear. He listens to the moans, drinking them in and soaking them up, continuing his motions with wet noises and kisses pressed to Seokjin’s puffy rim when Jimin needs a breath. He stops as soon as Seokjin grows louder, smiling cutely at the petulant whine when he pulls his hand away.
More than anything, Jimin likes making Seokjin whine. He likes hearing him beg for more and ask politely, his voice pitchy and desperate in a way he never hears outside of the bedroom. Jimin presses in another finger, speeds up his rhythm and this time, when Seokjin grows louder and his thighs shake, Jimin doesn’t let go. He feels Seokjin’s hole tense around his tongue, feels the wetness of his cum slide over his fingers and his own cock twitch just from the noise that falls from Seokjin’s mouth.
When he stands back up, Seokjin is shaking all over. Jimin smirks and wraps his arms underneath his fiance's torso, hoisting him up so he can kiss along the back of his neck. He bites down and sucks a bruise, holding Seokjin upright as he struggles and then goes lax. Jimin loves marking him up, and even though Seokjin protests everytime Jimin leaves a hickey, he knows he secretly likes it.
He lets Seokjin recover just long enough to line up his leaking cock and press it inside. Seokjin chokes on a moan and grabs for purchase on the shaky ladder, letting his body be held up by Jimin’s impossible strength and shear force of will.
Jimin presses in until the back of Seokjin’s thighs meets the front of his, and then he rolls his hips in tight little circles, biting his lip at the pleasure that courses through his veins. Seokjin tenses with each breath and the pressure is hot and all encompassing. For Seokjin it’s intense, a little too much when his body is still strung out from his first orgasm. And yet, even Jimin can feel it building again, can feel the way Seokjin grinds back against him, how his cock twitches slowly back to life, filling out a more angry red than before.
The most Jimin had ever made him cum was 4 times, and Seokjin had passed out for nearly three hours afterwards, worrying Jimin to the point he nearly called an ambulance and had to be talked out of it by Yoongi who, after hearing his best friend was hurt, had rushed over to find him passed out and snoring with a dildo still up his ass. Needless to say, they’d never gone that far again, but Jimin intends to milk at least a second orgasm out of Seokjin, just to thank him for the pretty outfit and tight hole.
He leans forward and leaves a few more hickeys whilst he gathers up the strength to fuck into Seokjin hard and fast, exactly the way he likes it. The ladder's legs squeak against the plastic tarp on the floor, distracting Jimin from his practised thrusts for only a second.
He can feel his orgasm creeping up on him fast, the tightness in his tummy a knot of heat and pleasure so taut it’s ready to snap. Seokjin always feels good, but fucking him like this, with his paint splattered hair, hickey covered neck and see through crop top, it’s just a little more than Jimin can handle.
‘Minie,’ Seokjin moans. ‘I’m gonna cum again.’
‘Yeah?’ Jimin gasps, his voice hoarse and deep. It surprises him, just how far gone he is so quickly. He can’t handle multiple orgasms like Seokjin, but Jimin is already planning to pin him down and fuck him again later, as soon as he’s recovered and their walls are painted.
‘Harder,’ Seokjin begs. ‘Harder, please, I need it. Hyung needs it.’
Jimin curses under his breath and does exactly as he’s told, scooting the rickety ladder further and further until Seokjin’s hands are clawing at the metal. Jimin feels how tight he grows, and then his vision blurs and he sees stars as his orgasm hits him full force.
Jimin hears the paint bucket falling, but he doesn’t think about it until his eyes snap open and fall on Seokjin’s heaving shoulders, the giggles falling from his lips, and then the grey paint slowly spreading into all corners of their room.
‘Fuck,’ Jimin gasps, and then he’s laughing too, still buried inside Seokjin.
They manage to clean up most of the paint but none of it is salvageable and the smeared single line that Jimin had painted earlier laughs at him as it dries unevenly on the wall. They get changed and drive to the DIY store, looking like a mess with their painted hands and hair, and Seokjin with his purple hickeys.
Jimin dumps the paint onto the conveyor and watches as the cashier scans it, slowly looking up to meet their gaze. Her eyes fall on the hickey on Seokjin’s neck, the distinctly finger shaped prints of grey paint along his collarbones and she bites back a laugh, scanning the replacement paint quickly.
Jimin just pays, trying not to laugh too when he notices how red Seokjin’s face is. When they’re back in the car and the cursed paint is safely in the trunk, he laughs out loud, receiving a petty slap from Seokjin.
‘It’s not funny!’ Seokjin whines. ‘I don’t like the whole world knowing I had sex today.’
Jimin smiles at his red face, he can’t help it. ‘It’s just sex, you weren't embarrassed earlier, parading around with a buttplug bulging out of your jorts.’
‘Park Jimin, you may be the embodiment of sexy but I am at best, cutely awkward,’ Seokjin spits. ‘When people see hickeys on my neck, they must think I’m far too old and sweet to do anything like that.’
‘Well they should know better, because you’re very sexy,’ Jimin bites back. ‘So incredibly sexy, especially in that ridiculous white shirt.’
Seokjin somehow manages to flush a deeper red and he turns, placing his hands firmly on the wheel.
‘You’re lucky I love you, otherwise I would leave you right here in this parking lot.’
Jimin laughs so hard he squeaks. ‘Hyung, I bet there’s no one you’d rather share an awkward moment like that with.’
Seokjin sighs and starts the car. ‘There isn’t.’
‘Good, because when we’re married, you bet your pretty little ass I’m going to mark you up all day and night for at least a month.’
‘The most offensive part of that sentence is how you called my ass little,’ Seokjin complains. ‘Most people would probably be more offended by your need to mark your territory like a puppy.’
Jimin pouts and leans over the console. ‘Hyung say you love me and I’ll never call your ass small again.’
‘I love you,’ Seokjin mumbles.
‘I know,’ Jimin beams, sitting back in his seat. ‘Now drive me home so I can see your little ass wiggle as it finishes painting our bedroom.’