blond managed to convince the writer to spend the night at his place.

The tenefebric sky was tightly covering the world under his blanket only a few yellow lights glistening on the veil. Having considered the upcoming crisp, Jimin lit up his own fireplace and brought some extra blankets. After thorough convincing and effective arguments, Jungkook allowed Jimin to sleep on the couch opposite of him, the blond wanting to keep him company.

''Hope you are comfortbable enough...and warm'' Jimin sighed when he heard the loud thunder.

''Looks like this is going to be a big night'' Jungkook remarked and brought the warm duvet all the way to his shoulders.

''I haven't seen rain like this in ages to be honest. No wonder why you didn't want to come in the first place'' Jimin muttered. With gentle fingers on smooth skin, metal rings colliding with the naked surface as if addicted to each other's touch, Jungkook's hand automatically engulfed the blond's wrist. He sensed Jimin's skin shivering under his grip, the gesture clearly having an effect on the older.

''I wanted to be here. Don't doubt that please'' he stated with a mellow tone. Jimin's gaze never left the younger's dark-amber irises, oddly bringing a feeling of homesickness to the raven haired. Jungkook missed love, he was homesick of love.

Softly letting go of the older's hand, the peculiar sensation of someone's skin still lingering on yours, Jungkook covered himself again. The beautiful retrouvaille of finding another soul that could become one with yours. Despite trying desperately to think that the sexual tension between them was normal- not a product of his writings- Jungkook still had his doubts. He had doubts for everything, from the simplest to the most complicated, from using one or two tablespoons of sugar to if his earrings matched with his outfit.

However, he was really making efforts to put all these things aside, it's been a month after all. He had formed relationships in less time than that. But the other relationships weren't Jimin.

''Can I ask something Kook?'' the older of the two wondered, after finding a comfortable position to sleep.

''Anything''.

''Isn't it weird? It's been a month yet I feel like we have done so many things together, things that I might have never actually done with my other friends, not at this rate at least. In the verge of a month we have met, drank coffee, talked about life, had many sleepovers... Hell, we are sleeping together now'' babbled.

''Jimin...''.

''But I've been meaning to ask you something that I couldn't get out of my thoughts from the moment I found out that you were actually the writer of the ''Shadows that bleed''. That erotic scene between the characters...how the fuck did you come up with that?'' Jimin inquired and arched his eyebrow, waiting for Jungkook to answer.

Staggered by Jimin's unexpected query, the young man folded his hands on his lap and started out playing with his silver rings. Despite the urge to twist the conversation to his benefit, he decided against the idea. He was done controlling Jimin...unless in bed. What was that thought even?

''I...I have no idea. I just wanted my readers to feel the swift gratification, the absolute bliss between the two male characters. The protagonist starved for sex, the other had a frantic mania to fuck someone eagerly...and the two worlds collided. I added some details...''.

''You mean some kinky shit'' Jimin added with a chuckle.

''I don't know what I was thinking at that time to be frank'' Jungkook grinned. He knew what he was doing, the scene he described a looming desire in the depths of his head that wasn't yet fulfilled. He was young but not innocent, having tried some precarious, animalistic acts on his bed. And seeing Jimin's slight smirk lingering on his lips after he got his answer, Jungkook became sure that Jimin wasn't pristine as well.

He had a cherubic face? Sure. Yet the tongue that was now licking his lips was anything but chaste.

And quite honestly if Jungkook really wanted to get some action he needed to step up his flirting game. He knows the man now, his like and dislikes, his personality traits...his freaking kinks. He had practically written all of his characteristics, he had created a perfect copy of what he would like to have but he couldn't bring himself to the point of actually claiming him.

Kissing a man like Jimin was supposed to be easy...

''Yeah right...And I am an agent for the mi6. Let's face it, we both know that your face turns resplendent when we talk about sex'' Jimin noticed.

''Yet you don't seem to care about the fact that we talk about sex a lot more often than others'' he countered back.

''What can I say? Once I start I am never able to stop'' the blond rubbed his hands on his thighs and excused himself to get some water. Now that Jungkook was thinking about it, Jimin seemed to avoid situations like this. He was more of a talker rather than a doer.

Jungkook's eyes focused a little longer than usual to Jimin's pelvic area, maybe even longer at the sight of his ass. He was never a coward but this man turned him to one. If only he could get some pen and paper and write down his command...No, no, manipulation isn't the solution. If Jimin was going to kiss him, he would do it cause he wanted to as well.

''Someone is drowning in deep unholy thoughts'' Jimin muttered while entering the room. Jungkook laughed, not disagreeing to the remark. It was that moment when Jungkook realized how much he trusted the blond. He was scared to come to his place yet here he was, the sensation that Jimin was somehow unknowingly protecting him bringing a smile on his face. His mind oddly turned back one month ago when a strange light appeared from the left side of his bookcase. And later from his bedroom.

''Are you still scared? Do you need cuddles?'' Jimin teased him playfully. Suddenly waking up from his trance, Jungkook shifted awkwardly on the couch and lifted his hand up as a reflex. In a matter of seconds, Jimin found his shirt soaking wet, pieces of broken glass scattered on the floor.

''Fuck! I am so sorry Jimin, you startled me... let me clean this mess'' he offered yet he felt Jimin's hand engulfing his wrist tightly. He was trying to calm down, Jungkook now remembering his obsession with cleaning.

''No need. It's j-just water...It will dry out sooner or later'' he stammered and brought a broom to pick up the small slivers. Jungkook's cheeks were an evident clue of his embarrassment, his maladroitness getting the best of him. And when he thought all hope was lost, Jimin entered the living room once again and threw his phone on the couch, sluggishly removing his shirt afterwards.

Jungkook couldn't be more thankful for his clumsiness.

''I am so glad Ι have a fireplace. You know, sleeping shirtless is great especially when you feel the heat of the fire next to you'' the older commented and made his way back to the couch.

Jimin would be stupid to not have noticed Jungkook's eyes eating him alive. However he had him right where he wanted. Sprawled on a bed and immensely turned on.

The younger's ravenous gaze didn't know where to stay. On the defined v-line that was exposed for his eyes only...on the honey-tanned abs or the distinct, muscular back. A slight grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, now that he noticed that Jimin wasn't the only wet one between the two of them.

''Stop teasing me so much'' he growled. To his surprise, Jimin didn't even flinch of the sentence just as if he was expecting Jungkook to say it sooner or later.

The older just lifted himself up and rolled his fingers through his hair. With slow, agonizing footsteps, he reached Jungkook's seat and without uttering a word, he sat next to him. The writer knew that if he averted his gaze to Jimin's covetous eyes, he wouldn't be able to escape. Ever. Hell, if Jimin's was his prison, then he would like to be locked in there forever.

''Shall I put on some clothes before I make you harder than you already are Jeon?'' he alluringly whispered to his ear, the outline of his lips tracing Jungkook's earlobe.

''I really don't care. You would still look so fucking hot...I am trying not to kiss you senseless right now''.

''Kook... in which language trying means succeeding?'' Jimin licked his lips, adding the final touch to Jungkook's arousal. Taking some initiative for the first time tonight, Jimin sat on Jungkook's lap sensing the younger's erection on his thigh. With one hand on his chest and the other making its way around the soft neck, Jimin just waited for Jungkook's consent.

How his lips were so unfamiliar yet so welcoming to be devoured and later softly cherished. He doesn't know how they'll taste, he is unaware of how his skin will feel, how his body will work. An uncharted territory he was ready to mark as his from now on. It was an odd feeling that Jungkook was experiencing for the first time.

And Jimin hated that. Oh, he despised that to the bone. Placing each of his hands on either side of his face, the cold metallic rings bringing shivers to bare skin, Jimin's lips collided with Jungkook's in a matter of tantalizing seconds. And honestly it was even better than what Jungkook wished for. Each of his five senses were now overstimulated, an unknown feeling of gentle lechery.

He could hear Jimin's soft breaths while biting his bottom lip yet he could also listen to his brisk heartbeat. He could sense the older's sinewy thighs or his fingers tracing the outline of his collarbones. Jungkook was able to taste Jimin's saliva, simultaneously exchanging oxygen. He was staring at his eyes eating him alive. His natural scent piercing his nostrils...Jungkook had never experienced something like this.

Nothing compares to the first kiss you have with someone.

Despite the duration or pace. It's really incomparable especially when you begin to fall in love with that someone.

Everyone wants to fall in love once in their lifetimes. However Jungkook had never planned it...

To his own surprise, Jimin could feel his own erection while their crotches were rubbing on each other. Jungkook's grip tightened around Jimin's thighs, the blond bringing his lips on the author's jawline. Already feeling wet, Jungkook gently pushed Jimin's chest away and took a long minute to stare at the swollen lips.

''I am sorry, are you sure...'' unable to finish his own sentence, he got attacked by Jimin's kiss once more.

''You're so fun to touch Jungkook... You are so beautiful, has anyone told you that ? Damn, you have the most enticing pair of eyes I have ever seen'' he muttered, feeling the author's nails leaving hesitant scratches on his bare back. Someone was roaming his hands all over his torso and he was obeying. Someone was caressing his assets and he was allowing it. This wasn't something Jimin usually agreed to.

With lips still locked, tongues swirling seductively not searching for escape, two hot seas meeting under a waxing moon, Jimin was the first to remove his lips from the eager man. For the first time in his life, he seemed incapable of finding the right words to utter. Till Jungkook found the perfect way to stop the silence.

''I love your honesty...Once you start you aren't able to stop''.

''Believe me darling, I have tried. This is who I am. But truthfully,I never wanted to change...Never''.

Thanks for all of your messages darlings