《5 times- jikook/kookmin ✅》The Third Attempt
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3- The Selca
The third hint Jimin and Jungkook gave was a selca.
Jungkook had been dropping hints left right and centre and it hadn't worked fully so far, so after a spontaneous and definitely not PG night, Jimin decided to take matters into his own hands.
"Kook-ah! Come here."
Jungkook hummed, still wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and walked over to Jimin, who was sitting on the bed, also half naked.
"Let's take a selca. For twitter"
Jungkook looked up at him, eyes wide open. Jimin was quite literally covered in hickeys from his jaw down to his chest, and his lips were swollen and bright red. His hair was ruffled and messy from Jungkook tugging on it. Jimin looked bad (good?), and Jungkook knew that he was probably in even more disarray.
"Are you kidding? Look at us! We can't post something when we're like this."
Jimin smirked at him. "Well... It would let our fans know that we're together..."
Jungkook's expression turned thoughtful for a moment.
"But we have young fans! We can't let them see that."
Jimin scoffed.
"Pfft. You think they're innocent? Do you know the stuff they write about us? I've read some shit Kookie. I would've been scarred if it wasn't kind of hot."
"But the little ones!"
"Don't worry about it. They wouldn't even know what a hickey is. They wouldn't get it."
Jungkook sighed. "I guess it wouldn't hurt anyone.."
Jimin grinned and grabbed out his phone, passing it to Jungkook after opening the camera.
He snuggled up next to Jungkook on the bed and buried his face in his neck, posing so that it was clear they were shirtless and so that there were a few marks on his neck in view. Jungkook snapped a few photos, one of Jimin cuddling him with his eyes closed cutely, one with Jimin kissing his cheek, and one with them simply lying next too each other, their hands propped up behind their head, showcasing Jungkook's tattoos.
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Jungkook checked the photos carefully. It was risky, and it would definitely make a big splash.
Both of their lips were swollen, and Jimin looked like he'd just been mauled by a mutant bunny (and honestly, he probably had been). Jungkook's tattoo sleeve and biceps were in full view, which he knew the ARMY's would freak out over, and both of their chests were almost fully exposed.
The first photo was cute. Jimin looked like a clingy baby koala. The second photo was cheesy and a little too obvious. And the third photo.. with their fucked out expressions, the third photo made it pretty clear what they had been doing a few minutes ago, but without the cheesy couple photo vibe that the second one had.
"This one." Jungkook gestured at the phone. "And the first one too."
Jimin nodded, taking back his phone and opening up twitter. He quickly tapped out a caption and inserted the photos. He hesitated for a moment, before posting it.
Within moments, the post had thousands of retweets and likes. Jimin's phone started constantly buzzing as ARMY's reposted the photo on every site available. He sighed, smiling at Jungkook as comments flooded in.
Y'ALL ARE THOSE HICKEYS
reply..
SO. Jimin and Jungkook are lying in a bed together, shirtless,
and seemingly covered in hickeys.
THAT'S A LITTLE SUS.
reply..
BITCHUSQKJHLLIWEALKSK THEY WERE FUCKING
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y'all need to chill. ur freaking out over nothing.
those r probably just mosquito bites. Jungkook and Jimin
are straight.
reply..
@Jungkook'sWife- I'm a taekooker and even I can see that
something's going on. Also, don't assume sexuality. If I can
drop my ship for real life, than you can drop your Y/N fantasy.
reply..
You guys are all talking abt jikook and i'm just here like
"JUnGKoOk'S taTtoOs?" jljkupisfkoirskd
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reply..
the first one is the cutest, most domestic, adorable thing I've ever
seen in my life. Ship jikook or perish.
reply..
Jungkook scrolled through the comments and replies, laughing at their fan's antics. The tweet was still racking up views, and he knew it would have millions by tomorrow.
Jimin yawned beside him, stretching and wriggling in Jungkook's arms.
"I'm tired Kook-ah," he said softly, his voice high pitched and a little hoarse.
Jungkook cooed and pulled him closer.
"Let's sleep then.'
So they finally closed their eyes as fell asleep in each other's arms
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The next morning, they woke up to the sound of Yoongi banging on the door.
"Jimin, Jungkook! Wake the fuck up. Have you seen twitter?"
Jungkook groaned, blindly throwing his arms around until he found his phone.
"Jimin-ssi." he said softly, his morning voice low and raspy. He tapped his boyfriend on the head. "Baby, wake up."
Jimin yawned and swatted his hand away without even opening his eyes.
"go 'way. 'm tired."
Jungkook smiled affectionately. "Baby, we have to check twitter. Remember the selca last night?"
Jimin opened his eyes quickly at that. "Oh my god. I forgot."
"Yeah. we better check."
Yoongi banged on the door again.
"Are you two fucking or something? If so, how horny are you? I heard you last night. You woke me up you little shits. If not, FUCKING ANSWER ME."
Jungkook chuckled. "Coming hyung. Sorry."
He walked over and clicked the lock open, letting Yoongi in. The shorter man immediately ran over to the bed, waving his phone around in Jimin's face.
"Kook. Get over here and look at this."
Jungkook walked over and sat next to him, looking over his shoulder at the phone, which seemed to have twitter opened. Jimin sat up, pulling the covers off of himself.
"Holy shit Jimin. You look like you got mauled. Jungkook, go a little easier on the poor kid." Yoongi exclaimed, looking at Jimin's now exposed chest which was full of fresh bruises and bite marks.
Jimin blushed, looking down at himself. "It's no problem Kookie. I'm fine."
"Anyways, look at the most trending mentions on twitter."
Both boys looked back down at the phone. Unsurprisingly, #jikook was the most tweeted about topic worldwide. Their selca had gained more than 1m retweets overnight, and multiple news networks, not just in Korea, but also over the world, had posted about it.
The internet was going haywire. Knowledge of the two possibly being in an a relationship was becoming more widespread. People were beginning to notice. Really notice.
Of course a huge amount of people were saying that the marks were just a coincidence, they they had coincidentally gotten laid around the same time by different people. That the hickeys were an allergic reaction or bug bite. That the shirtlessness didn't mean anything.
But most people were just crying their poor fangirl and fanboy eyes out.
Jungkook realised.
There was no need to test the water anymore.
It was time.
Time to reveal their relationship for real.
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