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@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ with his lips pressed against the sensitive expanse of his skin, he could feel the warmth emitted against his lips, the heat making faint jolts on his lips. jeonghan could feel him growing nervous at his actions, afraid that his boisterous persona would break free and try to accommodate his satisfaction. perhaps it was the skin contact that fueled his anticipation and finally was able to seek for the affection he wanted to give and in return, even if it wasn't presented towards him, it still filled his stomach with giddy feelings; ones that wouldn't go away and permanently stay there. all the while, his emotions continued to fluctuate, never agreeing on a single emotion that coursed through his body.

as jimin leaned against him, jeonghan took the opportunity to lower his arm, wrapping it around his small frame. his fingers that clutched at his cotton shirt, causing his own exhale against the milky skin that was just underneath him. he wanted to indulge in this situation; let himself savor this domestic scenario and pray, ironically pray, that it will never end.

once his name was uttered from his lips in the softest tone, jeonghan felt his heart melt. even as he departed from the soft feel of his skin, his eyes remained hidden behind the veil of thick eyelashes. turning his head at the slightest, his eyes fluttered open. amber ores aded with absolute fondness. he leaned in slowly, nose barely nudging at the side of jimin's head, before delicately pressing their foreheads together, his gaze back on the other; hushed silence filling their wake. as soon as smooth digits found his own, twining them together, jeonghan's gaze drifted down towards them, admiring how well they molded together. how his hand didn't have to long for jimin's fingers to be wrapped around his. "jimin," he finally murmured his name, letting it roll off his tongue; though it was foreign, it also felt natural. it wasn't aphrodite or dionysus anymore, they weren't entirely bound to the ties from the past. it was now jimin and jeonghan and he was going to relish in the moment.

@jeonghan❦ᵈᶦᵒⁿʸˢᵘˢ yoongi had called him a masochist, confused, and he, only now, agrees to both testaments. a masochist for the pain he feels in his chest, for the sole confusion of feelings, that has him being torn in two. one half to jeonghan, the other to the harbinger himself. jimin's stomach, once holding butterflies, churns with the uncertainty. uncertainty that has him staring at the pink of jeonghan's cheeks, and wondering, even loathing, himself for being so on the fence, when it's so easy for others to discern their own feelings.

jeonghan's so close, and jimin swears he can hear his heart - his own heart - and it rises with embarrassment, shown clear across his nose, like freckles bestowed upon sun-kissed visage. his heart seizes, as jeonghan's fingers work in similar ways that yoongi's had, massaging the area and lulling him with coos of pleasantries, and reassurance. he sags, visibly, and leans into him, just enough -- just enough to meet him half way in this dalliance. in the plush plume's that he'd once taken for his own, upon his shoulder. jimin's eyes close, and he lets everything go in those moments.

his lips part in an ephemeral sigh, as his head tilts back, countenance facing the dimly lit glow of the lights in their shared dorm. his fingers search the fabric of jeonghan's shirt, holding weakly, and lose, as his gentle caress opens up a part of his heart that he wasn't sure was there before. only with ares, before, had made him feel .. like this .. like this. his nose scrunches, and he just lets himself feel. feel the soothing kisses laid upon his heated skin, whilst his heart burns and creates a blooming intensity like no other. he mumbles his name, the softest, "jeonghan," and peeks open his eyes to look at him, just from his peripheral's. he's so sweet, treating him like the softest, most precious piece in the world.

he can't help it when he twines his fingers with jeonghan's, and can't help it when he lets his heart ring true in just his ears, and how he bites his lips to keep the words at bay, not wanting to ruin himself, ruin his heart, become vulnerable .. at the hand of the other's embrace.

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ just vaguely he caught his words; the soft 'yes, please' that made jeonghan's body vertiginous with excitement. he gulped — his heart thrumming louder against his chest, as he exuded a breath in an attempt to calm himself down. the aspect of being able to indulge himself with kisses against his bare skin, monopolizing jimin to himself, even if it were for just a few minutes that he could delve himself into his irrational emotions.

concealed eyes watching the other as he slowly made his way off the bed and towards his dresser. his gaze settled onto him before his own eyes widened once his eyes made contact with the exposed, bare, milky skin that was hidden underneath the cotton shirt. toned back he could marvel at for hours before he quickly shifted his gaze away; gulping. breath lodged into his throat, he could feel a light pink dust his cheeks, hands reaching up, pressed against the warmth of his soft cheeks. lucky enough, his usual rowdy persona was subdued at the slightest; intentions not so undiluted. there was just something about the silence that grew before them that he could hear his heart beating wildly in his ears.

as jimin sat in front of him again, his hands lowered, mirroring his smile; pearly whites on display. a sultry hum resonated from the back of his throat, vibrating against his rose, full lips. shifting closer until there was just a small gap between them, he exhaled, face close to the other, apertures crinkling up modestly before his teeth dug into the soft cushion of his lips, nibbling on it. there was something he wanted to say; but he couldn't form a viable statement. instead, his head tilted downwards.

eyes now on the welt that was to full exposure, painting his pale skin of dark hues. one of his hands rested on his shoulder, while his other hand tended to the bruise; massaging the tender skin in light motions to soothe any pain that was still antagonizing him. moving his hand away from the brief massage, resting it on his other shoulder as he craned his neck down, leaning down to plant kisses gently along the area, following the trail so not one bit of space is left out. careful of not pressing down too hard; he thrived to soothe the pain with his lips, eyes shutting as he continued the regimen.

@jeonghan❦ᵈᶦᵒⁿʸˢᵘˢ a kiss to the cheek surges through his memories, branding a path that brings light to the dalliance they’d once shared. jimin wishes to turn his head, for something, but he behaves. he behaves for the sake of his own sanity, to will the turning in his stomach to cease its incessant gnawing along his insides. he behaves for jeonghan, gulping and exuding the breathiest of laughter. the exuberance that drifts from each of the other’s words has him leaning forward, lost in a drifty, dreamy state, whilst bandaids are put on his skin, and he’s reduced to a pile of goo.

but then the question that’s been teasing the back of his mind. the kiss on his shoulder, which would likely be many kisses, and many moments of him atock still, unable to move this way or that, in favor of not jumping the other right then and there. he’s behaving, for his sanity, for his heart. but his lips don’t seem to get that memo, suddenly no longer tongue tied, and the lightest of, “yes, please,” falls from him.

jimin shifts, and slowly unfurls from his place on the bed, walking towards his dresser with a slow, not quite there, pace. his knees feel weak, and his hands shake, and the fluttering in his belly wont stop. the redness of his embarrassment wont cease. especially not as he, back turned to jeonghan, lifts his shirt over his head, exposing the golden glow of his melanin. only the purle mars the view, along his shoulder, but it’s quickly covered. a loose t-shirt fit for bed is worn, and the collar already sink on his shoulder — the perfect outlet.

jimin wanders back to the bed, butterflies as rambunctious as ever, and sits before jeonghan. his bandaid crinkles when he smiles, and his laughter is a bit giddy, now waiting .. not so patiently for the rest of his kisses, and treatment. good thing he didn’t notice the ice bag melting away to nothing on his bed.

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ taking the bandaids into his hands, he shook the box for a moment, before scrunching his nose up as his index finger sank into the soft crevice of the box, tugging the tab out. at his words, he was slightly taken back at his proposition before humming indulgently. "it's your choice, beauty," he replied unconsciously, eyes trailing back towards the box, "we'll see after we patch up your pretty face." jeonghan teased gently, fading with a tender coo, eyes twinkling with delight. his lips were slightly parted once jimin closed his eyes, presenting his cheek towards him; his profile captivating jeonghan entirely. he barely caught a glimpse of his subtle smile and yet, his heart raced, thrummed, against his chest, he almost feared that the pulse of it would be heard if they stayed too silent.

with his thumb and index finger, he dug through the box, taking out a few bandaids. placing the box besides him, he shifted — facing jimin properly, legs now crossed, the ice bag slipping in between his legs. "right here?" jeonghan repeat, hand lifting up to his cheekbone, silently relishing at the feeling of his smooth skin against the pad of his fingers. leaning in, his lips barely ghosted over the apple of his cheeks; a soft exhale flitting out before he placed a chaste kiss against jimin's cheek, letting it linger once more. and just for safety measures, or to his own benefit, he placed another kiss on his other cheek; giving it the same treatment as his lips soothed over the pain. ".. more kisses aren't that bad, also, just making sure my kisses will heal your cheek for sure." he retorted in a brash tone, trailing off with a hymn as he pulled the small packaging that encased the bandaid inside, a shy smile beginning to play on his pink lips.

"alright, got it!" he cheered silently to himself, making sure to not get the sticky adhesive stuck to his fingers. "okay, okay," steadily, he leaned in close once more, carefully sticking the bandaid onto his rosy cheek, smoothing it out with his thumb. his index finger tapped on it gently, nodding in approval.

he placed the now empty packet next to them, gaze drifting back to jimin. "do you want me to kiss that better too?' jeonghan asked, the corner of his lips moving up as his eyes gestured towards the discoloration of black, blue, and purple tints of the capillaries that burst to create a blemish akin to that that was hidden. "if the collar of your shirt gets in the way, you can get dressed in something looser and i'll treat it, yeah?"

@jeonghan❦ᵈᶦᵒⁿʸˢᵘˢ he’s under a magnifying glass that’s of jeonghan’s invention, piercing hues of warming browns gazing upon his countenance with the utmost scrutiny. his hold is so gentle, and the ice is a blessing on his rosy cheeks, both so warm from the proximity they’d come to share. he catches that look, that sudden glaze over eyes he knows all too well, the sudden thoughts that rush through heads aplenty — he knows it all too well. the difference? he likes this look all too much. the thought of him lookin, it brings a shiver down jimin’s spine.

as his treatments go lower, and jeonghan’s words soothe his ‘ailments’, jimin finds himself wanting to squirm. every place that those hands touch, despite one being as cold as the ice that had been pressed to his cheek, leave a trail of fire that causes his belly to churn, and his breath to catch. his lashes flutter, an exquisite array of ephemeral touches to his cheekbones, as jeonghan takes the banaids from him, and his smile, his answer, is a gentle hum.

he hasn’t smiled this much in a long moment.

“do you need me to change shirts? for my shoulder, i mean,” jimin gulps, already pulling away, wondering if he should sacrifice the elasticity of his collar for the show of modesty, and the neverending onslaught of butterflies in his belly. jimin cranes his neck out, presenting his face, closing his eyes. his smile is but a soft marvel upon his visage, lips, plump and full, twitching at the corners, anticipating the exuberant glee that bubbles from the butterflies in his belly.

he feels like a teenager, longing for the kisses, more than the ice, but anything, now, would suffice. “i wanna have one right here,” jimin points to the apple of his cheek, where the majority of the redness is centered, and though he doesn’t specify he means a bandaid, he leaves what he wants open for interpretation.

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ "i'm sorry," his voice was moderately subdued, almost afraid that if he raised his voice during the process, he would accidentally hurt jimin by pressing down too hard. the pads of his fingers being replaced by the ice pack, his free hand capturing the other's chin between his index finger and thumb, guiding his head to turn from side to side every time he went to change the position of the ice. light orbs lingering on his face, memorizing the delicate features that graced jimin's physiognomy at a much closer look; delicate, chocolate brown eyes that held a certain warmth in it in his perspective, almond shaped eyes that exquisitely move up at the corner. moving down to the plush cushion of his lips, the pink vibrancy catching his attention almost immediately. at just a look, he could feel himself grow embarrassed. not wanting to be caught, he looked away, his gaze traveling back at the lesion that was found.

the ice pack was lowered, the numbness in his hand burning against the plastic, but he ignored it. worry clung onto him at the new bruise he found; rather than it being on his cheeks, it was there. but still, he didn't want to see any bruises or wounds on jimin's body, not one's that were inflicted through harsh treatment or any form of that. if it was pain that heavily affected him; jeonghan couldn't help but gnaw at his bottom lip, exposing his antsy demeanor.

"really? he should have known to be careful around anyone; around you even. marks like these are no joke. it hurts, doesn't it?" at his quick addition to his sentence, jeonghan nodded, understanding at the slightest but not entirely sure. seeing the blue and purple welt that continued to stabilize it's discoloration, he murmured out a quick — "i'm sorry, i couldn't protect you in time. unfortunately this is some serious bruising but good news it isn't seen on your face; it won't tarnish your appearance entirely."

moving on, he hummed as he placed the ice bag on his thigh, hand outstretching to get the bandaids from jimin, a smile forming on his lips again. he decided to not push the topic, rather, let himself dwell on it in the back of his mind. eyes forming into soft crescents, he sang in a cadence tone, almost subduing it with a teasing lilt towards the end, "we'll put these bandaids on your pretty face first and then i'll take care of that bruise by giving it the same treatment. kisses, ice, and bandaids; does that sound good?"

@jeonghan❦ᵈᶦᵒⁿʸˢᵘˢ each press makes his brows furrow, his wince tiny, but still there. it hurt, just a bit though. jimin opens an eye to look at the other, slowly nodding his testiment —

mhm, his hum is soft, but he still chases after jeonghan’s touch, needing to feel that sting once more. it’s live, like an electric wire preemptively snipped. it makes him feel something he isn’t akin to, makes him want more of that contact, more of that lasting sting. was it odd? surely, but the world was too odd in itself to explain his rationality behind his wants.

he’ll live, and by the brightness in jeonghan’s countenance, he knows that it isn’t something horrible. yoongi’d only left a tiny mark, that would eventually go away .. save for what hides beneath the cotton of his shirt. he’s prepared for the bandaids, showing his cheek, waiting as patient as can be for an aftercare he doesn’t often get. but it doesn’t come — only the worried quip of jeonghan’s tone. it takes a second for him to realize — oh ..

his hand comes up to the somewhat loose collar of his shirt, slowly bringing the cotton down to the side, exposing a handprint that’s slowly becoming black, blue, purple around the edges, and bright red cappilaries bursting to decorate. jimin gulps, staring awkwardly out of his peripherals, trying to gaze down at the mark on his shoulder — he can’t quite see it properly.

he apologized for this — said i was a delicate damsel, jimin mumbles, looking towards jeonghan now, chewing worry into his bottom lip. he adds— and then he tried to massage it. it felt .. oddly nice, i’d honestly forgotten it was there. his own hand comes up to touch the marbelled bruising, his fingers tiny in comparison.

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ with his minor movements, jeonghan appreciated the way the other would brighten at the sight of him. it made a soft smile appear on his lips and he couldn't quite tell how many times jimin's already made him smile within the time they've already spent together just today. in past, it was a bit difficult; constant teasing that could eventually grow into something much more bigger — he couldn't help but appreciate the time together now. maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be; down here and all.

his gaze focused on him once more, hazel apertures filling with gentleness, assuring he won't harm in any way if the pain there remained. as his head tilted towards him, jeonghan's free hand moved up, letting the pads of his fingers press gently against his cheek.

did that hurt?

he quipped; light and quiet. his gaze that continued to travel along the apples of his cheek, worrying his head off as he continued to double check various times to see if there was sign of discoloration. to his relief, he didn't see any; not only that, it'd very much be to jimin's relief.

i think you'll live.

a delightful expression captured his features, prominently showing off his graceful features at a inflated enhancement. a chuckle followed suit as he sought out comfort in the other's presence, placing the bag of ice gingerly on his cheek for safety measures. his gaze traveled down for a moment, eyes catching the bit of contusion that peeked out from beneath his shirt; a blemish that isn't likely to be seen if farther away.

jimin.. what's that?

@jeonghan❦ᵈᶦᵒⁿʸˢᵘˢ he could only come to imagine just what was going on in the kitchen that has him taking so long. his brows lift, and his body rocks, from side to side, in his attempts to preoccupy himself. luckily, for jeonghan, he hadn’t heard the spillage in the kitchen. he would’ve never let it go, not for about a week, at the very least. when jeonghan shows, he visibly brightens, sitting up a bit straighter, hands clutching the box of bandaids, and that clamminess coming back into play. it’s painful, how his heart pounds, how he adores the way it beats, from just seeing — it’s frightening ... he was never supposed to feel like this. although he may be the embodiment of love, among many other things, he wasn’t even sure if he could feel that. was this an infatuation? .. he .. didn’t know .. but he’d go along with it, for now. he prays, at least, because the thought of his heart breaking — no. he was getting far too ahead of himself.
this was merely an infatuation.
he adored the attention on him.
...
that was all.
it was the attention yoongi hadn’t given him.
yes, that was it. he’s just deprived, is all.

jimin offers jeonghan a smile, following his words despite the inner turmoil he fights with — he wasn’t even going to factor in the frightening butterflies yoongi gave him, at all. jimin tilts his head, a propinquity that exposes the line of his neck, and the slightly bruised skin just under his shirt. he’d meant to show off his cheek, but he’d exposed the bit that had hurt so much more than that itty bitty pinch.

is my cheek bad, doc? will i live?

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ stumbling into the kitchen, he pressed his back against the fridge; hidden from view as he clutched at his shirt, a vertiginous smile bloomed onto his lips, eyes scrunching up at the slightest, though his happiness was evident. the corner of his lips were quirked up; his lips were parted as he tried to calm his shallow breaths. clearing his throat, he nodded to himself before making quick work of fetching the ice. bag and then putting the ice inside -- easy, right? but the thing was, there was a bit of a malfunction once the ice cubes didn't exactly cooperate and go into the bag. so not only did he have a small bag of ice filled but ice all over the ground.
oh -- i hope he didn't hear that.
he mumbled silently to himself, trailing off with a bit of a plea as he leaned down to collect the ice cubes and put them into the sink to melt later on. with cold hands and a now filled ice bag, he heard jimin's voice and rolled his eyes playfully, before walking back to where the other was residing.
i had a bit of an issue, but it's all solved now.
lifting his hand up in a form of dismissal, he walked over and settled on jimin's bed, getting comfortable before looking at him, his head slightly tilted as he murmured.
look at me so i can see if you're starting to bruise or not.
a worried lilt was heard from him, eyebrows furrowed just slightly as his bottom lip was jutted out; a subdued pout forming.

@jeonghan❦ᵈᶦᵒⁿʸˢᵘˢ he’s stunned, for a few moments, swaying from side to side as he watches jeonghan wander away. he’s .. flabberghasted, by this sudden warmth in his belly. despite the sting in his cheek, and the blooming bruise upon his shoulder. hearing him repeat ‘over there, over there’, listenin solely to him, and the tick of the clock. jimin rocks onto the soles of his feet, his grin stupid, and giddy — before he snaps out of it. bandaids, right. he looks this way, and that, holding his stomach and stepping lightly. bathroom, probably. he pads towards there, whistling his mimicry of ‘over there, over there,’ ..
why is his hand itching for jeonghan’s again— no. he shakes his head, and grabs the bandaids, before gamboling out towards the beds, and plopping on his. he’s staring at the box, lost in his own thoughts, his smile giddy, his ebullience, and spirits, high
you’re slooow—! he calls out, finally peering up to look towards the kitchen, expectantly.

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ as they ventured towards the dorms, he felt the light squeeze with his hands, a smile ghosting against his lips; though it was not see as he kept his gaze forward, making sure he was going the right way. with an adventurer like himself, it was still likely for him to get lost around campus, but there was a slight thrill to it. sneaking a peek towards him over his shoulder, a grin was sent towards his direction, more of a realization due to the dorms coming into view. entering the dorms, he followed jimin's movement, sliding his shoes off swiftly as a delicate hum was now replacing the brief silence of the dorm; his gaze moving up towards jimin after, absolutely pleased with this shared interaction with him — after so long. barely processing his words, he blinked a few times, shaking his head at the slightest.
ah - ah, yes, kitchen. kitchen..
he trailed off in a sheepish manner, squeezing jimin's hand before letting go, his hand basking in the cold glow after.
over there, over there.
he chanted, embarrassed as he felt his mind become captivated with the entire idea of jimin, as he exhaled to calm his rapid pulse, almost letting a laugh elicit from his lips at how coy he was becoming as he entered the kitchen to search for ice.

@jeonghan❦ᵈᶦᵒⁿʸˢᵘˢ he follows him like a lost pup through the halls, at his heels, squeezing his hand, looking up to him and marveling the back of his head. bandaids on his cheeks, bandaids everywhere. he’d invest in bandaids if it meant jeonghan would put them everywhere - and pull them off. that little sting he’d — no, jimin doesn’t let his mind wander there. the only wandering he would do is letting his eyes wander the other’s physique — softened features. but still strong. taking him by surprise and giving this experience .. one jimin would never forget. he’d gone to him just to poke fun, initially, but now .. he’d found a long sought after attention he’d lost near eons ago, and he’s greedy. he can’t help but want more. as they walk through the halls, and enter the dorm, jimin is met with a welcoming area. a little home away from home. his slippers are pushed off, and he’s left to wiggle his toes in his socks. perfect.
i’ll get the bandaids, you get the ice?