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Jimin is enamored by the prickled smoothness of hoseok’s thigh under the water. the sun is setting behind them, lighting Hoseok's skin this beautiful golden color, and when he looks over at Jimin, Jimin's heart picks up its beating and he swallows thickly, watching Hoseok with a smouldering gaze.
Hoseok wants to kiss him. Hoseok really wants to kiss him but there are cameras and managers and the rest of the band so he settles for touching. He settles for Jimin's fingertips grazing over his lower back, Jimin's eyes tracing the lines of his body, the warmth of the pool soothing the gooseflesh left by the frigid air, but Jimin's fingers brush his spine in just the right way and the shivers are back, crawling under Hoseok's skin and evoking even more bumps
one by one the other members start getting out. they’re hungry, they're bored. and finally it's just jimin and hoseok.
but the managers are still around, so they've still gotta be pretty tame.
but hoseok inches his way over to jimin and leans back, resting his head on Jimin's shoulder
it's dusk now, and everything is a little bluish, and hoseok turns his head so he can see the bottom of jimin's face, watching little rivulets of water trail down his skin, faintly marred with a five o'clock shadow
jimin's hand is on his ribcage now, over his shirt, and it tickles just a little when jimin's fingers dance over the skin there
hoseok really, really, really wants to press his lips to jimin's skin and suck the water off of it, tease it with his tongue, maybe leave a few small bites but he knows he has to wait
his own hands are wrinkled now from being wet for so long, but he drags his fingertips over jimin's knee anyway
jimin jumps but only a little, making a soft humming noise in his throat as he settles back down, sinking just an inch deeper into the bubbly water. hoseok's fingers are addicted to how the muscle of jimin's thigh feels when he squeezes, the smoothness of his recently-shaved legs, the way jimin is aallllmost purring at his touch because it’s been a while
it's been a while and hoseok really, really wants to sink his teeth into jimin's skin and the need is growing with every minute, every degree the temperature drops as the sun falls lower and lower, sky now a deep gray
jimin's hand has long since stilled on hoseok's ribcage, too distracted by the ministrations of hoseok's digits working their way steadily higher up his leg
a manager steps outside then and they subtly break apart, not as if they've been caught in the act but rather as if they had settled into each other without realizing it. because that's kind of what it is, now. a comfortable familiarity, the warmth of each other, even in silence absorbing one another's aura. pressing together in quiet, intimate moments much to few and far-in-between. but they settle. they don't even mind, usually. because they have bangtan and they have each other and they aren't greedy enough to ask for more when they both know it's a miracle they ever met in such a huge universe.
they dry off and they change. they exchange soft smiles, warm looks, the brush of fingertips against skin while knowing anyone could come in. it wouldn't be the first time someone had walked in on them, not nearly, but it's still a situation they try to avoid. hoseok cups jimin's chin and jimin softens into his touch, eyes closed. their lips touch and it's not fireworks. it's not scary or overwheming. it's just them, the heat of their bodies pressed close. hoseok's soft lips on his, jimin wondering why it is that hoseok always tastes so sweet. hoseok pulls away and finishes dressing but he doesn't take his eyes off jimin
they eat with the rest of the members but now the cameras are sleeping and hoseok's arm is draped around jimin's chair and jimin's cheeks are pink as he chews, sparing lingering glances in hoseok's direction.
i love you, his eyes say.
hoseok laughs at something jungkook says, and the movement of his body shakes jimin's chair, so jimin shifts just a little closer. it's sublte but the more perceptive members pick up on it, and of course they know. they don't talk about it but they know promotions are happening and hoseok and jimin haven't had time alone in weeks.
hoseok's pretty sure he's dreaming when yoongi suggests to the kids that they take a walk that night. but yoongi looks at him and he doesn't wink but his eyes blink in that one way they do when he feels affectionate, and then he's ushering tae and jungkook and even jin out, saying something about how stars in northern europe are good for the health and they all need the boost to get through the summer.
the door closes and then it's just jimin and hoseok.
just jimin and hoseok for a while. they know they don't have forever but hoseok's not in the mood to rush. even if they don't have time for anything penetrative, that's okay. he just wants jimin close.
jimin agrees, hoseok can feel it in the way his kisses are soft, the way he's hesitant to curl his fingers under hoseok's shirt, how the warmth growing between them is less like a raging fire and more like a tender glow. it's quiet but the ambiance of nature outside makes a nice soundtrack, and jimin thinks for a moment that someday, he and hoseok will have to go camping alone together.
jimin presses hoseok into the mattress. it isn't the softest surface they've ever made out on, but it isn't the hardest, either. neither of them can complain because jimin's lips are warm and hoseok's hands have begun to wander, dragging each article of clothing off jimin's body with a sentimental reverence. sometimes he forgets how beautiful jimin's body is. it's a work of art and hoseok wishes he had time to praise every part of jimin, from his tiny toes to his thick lips and everything above and in between. sometimes he forgets what it's like when jimin is kissing down his skin, leaving a scorching fire in his wake, and hoseok really, really feels alive. sometimes he wonders what he would do if he had to pick between bangtan and jimin. but that thought never lasts long, because sometimes he forgets what it's like when jimin's all over him, when jimin's paying his every aching muscle the attention it deserves.
it's dark and hoseok wishes he could see better. he wishes he could see the moonlight on jimin's skin, bare of makeup. it's rare that he gets to see jimin so exposed. it's rare and hoseok almost--almost--gets up to find a light so he can drink in every centimeter, every millimeter of jimin's beauty. but he can't now because jimin is pressing into him and they're both choking on gasps, jimin's hair soft between his fingers
it's just hoseok and jimin for a while. nothing between them, not clothes or air or tension, not even air in most places. hoseok is wrapped around jimin and jimin is kissing whatever skin his lips can find, soft strokes allowing him better motility. but hoseok would take it any way. tonight, he enjoys the tenderness of it all. he soaks in jimin through his pores, the sweat beading on jimin's skin and mixing with his own. nothing hurts, not anymore. jimin is too good at reading him and hoseok knows what to do if it does. but nothing has hurt in a while. jimin knows where hoseok's limits are and he stays comfortably within the boundaries, especially tonight.
jimin touches just the right places and hoseok can't swallow all the noises, try as he might for the sake of anyone who might be near. jimin's worrying at his lip with his teeth and hoseok knows he's fighting noise too. they're both naturally loud but they know better right now. so jimin sinks his teeth into hoseok's shoulder. hoseok's fingers dance up his spine, pulling him closer.
the pleasure spikes when jimin shifts his hips back just slightly. hoseok desperately tries not to cry out, and jimin presses their lips together to stifle any other sounds that escape. but hoseok's perfect around him and he loves this feeling, being connected with hoseok, feeling hoseok shake underneath him as he unravels.
a shaky puff of air escapes hoseok's lips when jimin touches him. there it is, suddenly, the precipice of pleasure and they're both about to tumble over. they're both about to tumble over and hoseok curls his fingers into jimin's skin and moans, jimin can tell he's trying to be quiet, but the way he says jimin's name makes jimin want to record it and play it back a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times because he could never be tired of knowing that he does that to hoseok.
jimin tells hoseok that he's beautiful, because he is. even in the near-dark, hoseok is the most beautiful thing jimin's ever seen. jimin thinks that someday he'll learn how to paint just so he can recreate that beauty--but then, then he realizes that no two-dimensional painting, no picture, no cheap imitation could ever do hoseok justice
so he just tells hoseok he's beautiful, again and again. he tells hoseok he's stunning and he brushes hoseok's hair off his forehead. he tells hoseok how much he loves him and how stunning he is. jimin loses his breath then, hoseok whimpers, and they're both gone, melting into each other at the point of ecstacy
hoseok's never quite as relaxed as he is after he and jimin are intimate. his eyes glaze over and jimin falls against his chest. hoseok can feel his own heartbeat in his fingertips--or maybe it's jimin's, beating in his ribcage. it's just jimin and hoseok for a while.
hoseok cleans them off and makes sure to redress a little. cracks a window. pulls jimin back against him, jimin who's already slipped into quiet slumber
jimin's soft breathing into hoseok's ear lulls hoseok back into a gentle repose. they don't get time like this often and hoseok almost wants to wake jimin just to have him lucid, just so they can see each other through the rose-colored glasses of post-orgasm.
but he doesn't have to, because jimin shifts and opens his eyes just slightly.
"hey," he says, voice no more than a breath of hollow air on hoseok's skin.
hoseok smiles. jimin's fingers cup his cheek, and hoseok knows how much jimin loves his smile.
"hey," hoseok finally responds.
"that was nice," jimin whispers.
hoseok considers arguing this point because "nice" doesn't begin to cover it. "nice" isn't even the tip of the iceberg. but he knows what jimin means and that jimin's not always the best with words and he can tell by jimin's swollen lips and deep breathing and the shine in his eyes that he agrees with hoseok, that it was better than "nice."
so instead of saying anything, hoseok leans in and kisses jimin's lips. softly, because he doesn't really think jimin's lips can take anymore abuse tonight.
hoseok knows he doesn't have to say it but he wants to. "i love you, jimin." there's a lilt at the end of his words, his drawl poking through his speech. he's tired and affectionate and sometimes jimin just reminds him of home.
jimin giggles. he's always found hoseok's satoori cute, except when hoseok's mad. when hoseok's mad and his deep jeolla accent rears its head, it's anything but cute. it's a warning and it means "run."
but hoseok isn't mad. he's the farthest thing from mad. hoseok is liquid gold against jimin's skin and hoseok is unable to stop kissing jimin's face and jimin's turning his face into hoseok's lips, loving every kiss. hoseok's kissed him millions of times by now, he's sure, but the novelty never wears off. it never will.
it's not long before the members return, yoongi cautiously poking his head in first because he's barely fazed anymore, what with his terrible timing and uncanny ability to need hoseok exactly when hoseok is preoccupied with jimin. yoongi relaxes a litle and the members trickle in, yoongi hushing them, not that it helps, much. because taehyung found bug on the walk and he won't stop talking about how cute it was.
jimin sits up, and taehyung's eyes rake over his body. he knows, they all know, but they've come to terms with it. if jimin and hoseok are happy, they're happy, if a little grossed out at times.
so no one says anything about the marks on jimin's skin or his ruffled hair. jungkook never says it out loud but right now he thinks that jimin and hoseok would make a really nice photograph. he's never noticed before but he can tell now that for all of jimin's tsundere acts, jimin never really looks at anyone besides hoseok. and that look would make a really nice photograph.
hoseok can't keep his eyes off jimin, either, even though his lids are growing heavier by the second. jimin's positively glowing, blanket pooled over his legs, golden skin bare from the waist up other than the marks hoseok put on him. jin doesn't look for very long because he doesn't feel like he can intrude. hoseok and jimin are in their own world and jin can't get in between that. he doesn't want to.
taehyung would probably high-five him if they were alone. taehyung became weirdly accepting weirdly fast. jimin wonders if taehyung isn't living vicariously through him, a little. but jimin doesn't mind. jimin gets it. not everyone has what he has.
the members settle and let jimin and hoseok keep the bed they're in--not that anyone else would want it now. in that tiny bunk, curled together, it's just jimin and hoseok for a while. everyone drifts away into sleep, and it's just jimin and hoseok and the soft gazes between them.