the chapter in which J-Hope is entirely too ignorant of the fact that Jimin is most definitely not an innocent kid. (ok but can you imagine how beautiful jimins moans probably are /shot)
he would have been 21 three days after the release of wings but in korea he would have been considered 22 so thats what we're calling him
inspired by despacito by luis fonsi. originally i was gonna make it a legit songfic but im too lazy to transition smoothly. still, a hUGE THANK YOU [INSERT HEARTS HERE] to my bae sorkari for making sure the translation was as accurate as possible!
for pepsicolashipper: all i knew was jhope + despacito and i ran with it. i hope you like it! i made it way longer than the others bc of the wait
what is this ship even called? jihope ? ?
don't forget guys, i take requests. in pm. can't break ffn rules. people get triggered
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"Hyung, you're so clingy - "
"You never stop me, though~"
Jimin made a show of rolling his eyes, staring towards the ceiling as if asking some higher power to grant him patience. "Maybe you've just broken me in."
Hoseok called it a show because that was exactly what it was. Cameras were rolling, fangirls were "aww"ing, and J-Hope was just a bundle of well-accepted affection and adoration for his friends. Hugs, cuddles, pecks on the temple or top of the head - all were fairly common from him.
"Jimin-ah, don't be so mean," Hoseok whined, resting his chin against the crook of the younger man's neck. He knew if he genuinely irritated his fellow Bangtan members, they would respond differently. "Let me express my pride! I'm a proud mama, you know!"
The silver-haired vocalist shifted his weight, leaning into the embrace even as he complained. A soft pout formed on those plump lips, and he furrowed his brows at the camera he held as he repositioned it so the viewers could see his elder better. "You're heavy, though!"
Hoseok shuffled back a little to get some comfortable space between them, mimicking Jimin's pout and nagging at the younger. "Are you saying I'm fat?!"
Jimin scooted his hips back further. Suddenly, Bangtan's own ray of sunshine was having a hard time focusing on the conversation at hand. His default smile wavered ever so slightly at the feeling of Jimin's body pressing perfectly against his, filling every dip and curve.
"Don't put words in my mouth!"
How was he so damn composed? Giving that million-dollar smile to the camera, joking lightheartedly with his hyung as if he wasn't subtly grinding against his crotch?
"They're calling encore!" came a cheerful shout from multiple voices as Jungkook and Taehyung paraded into the room, making a beeline for the duo. As if nothing had happened, Jimin subtly moved away from Hoseok, waving goodbye to the camera.
"See you guys on our encore stage!" He made a fist, smiling brightly. "Fighting!"
Hair and makeup touch-ups were a blur. Hoseok closed his eyes as his stylist showered his head with the umpteenth coat of hairspray, resisting the urge to sag in his seat. He knew cameras were still rolling, live broadcasts keeping an eye on them, updating international fans on their status and what they were doing. It was difficult to focus. Hoseok knew he should be running through songs in his head - he could hear Taehyung humming his lines to himself nearby, and knew Jin's feet were moving subtly to some difficult steps across the room while the ladies brushed more foundation on his face - but all he could think about was Jimin.
What the hell was that earlier?
Hoseok nearly pressed his palms to his eyes in confused frustration, remembering just in time the eyeliner that his stylist would murder him for ruining. Why was he so hung up on this? He had probably just imagined the way Jimin's perfect ass had pressed seemingly pointedly against the dip in Hoseok's hips. He'd just made up the way the silver-haired boy gyrated his own pelvis ever so slightly and threatened to cause a tent that would be highly visible in the older member's jeans.
Hoseok was a cuddly person. He was always clinging to people, especially Jimin. Not to mention that Jimin was practically a baby! Surely he wouldn't be so daring. If anything, he was just tired and leaning on his hyung from exhaustion. Why was he over thinking now that the affection was being returned?
When he was freed from the torture of the makeup ladies, the idol shook his head, patting his cheeks firmly as a sort of wake-up call. That was right. He'd imagined the confusing interaction. More importantly, he needed to be ready to go onstage and sing and dance his heart out. He couldn't be distracted in front of all those adoring fans!
By the time they found themselves onstage, facing a sea of screaming fangirls, Hoseok had nearly forgotten all about the incident, reverting back to his cheerful sunshine-y personality.
Before he knew it, the group was seated at a long table (finally they were off their feet, what a relief!) and the fan meet had begun. Armed with nothing but a permanent marker and a smile that could cure cancer, the orange-haired idol greeted fan after fan, signing all kinds of merchandise, submitting to dozens - if not hundreds - of pictures, and doing his best to talk to those that didn't speak Korean. Every fan that left smiling was a success to him. It warmed his heart to make the days of so many people.
"Ah - I need a break - "
Jimin stood from his chair and stretched, scooting over to pester Yoongi, who sat between them. Hoseok smiled and greeted another fan, momentarily oblivious to them both. He shook hands, exchanged some conversation as he signed a poster, and squished his cheeks cutely when she requested aegyo. He waved her off with a smile, thanking her for her support, and looked back to the next fan in line.
That was when Park Jimin threw his arms around his hyung's neck from behind, eliciting a yelp of surprise at the sneak attack. Hoseok clutched his chest to emphasize his shock, feigning indignance. "What was that for?"
Jimin shrugged. "It's my job to bother you," he said matter-of-factly.
Instantly, the fan asked, "Can I get a picture of the two of you?"
Just as Hoseok was responding with a cheerful "of course," the vocalist plopped into his lap. An odd choice, Hoseok thought momentarily, but he forgot that train of thought when the fan squealed a little and whipped out her cell phone. He wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist and gave his cheesiest smile, while the younger stuck his tongue out cheekily. The girl thanked them profusely and moved on to the next member. Hoseok expected Jimin to move, but to his surprise, the boy only shifted into a more comfortable position and lingered.
"Comfortable" was a selective term; Jimin seemed perfectly content with the fact that he was sitting right on Hoseok's dick, whereas the latter had very obvious qualms about it. Obviously, though, it was awkward to point out, so Hoseok merely suffered in silence, plastering on a smile to the next fan to approach. It really wasn't that bad, just dangerous. He was fine with the current position. If Jimin moved, though . . .
With another stretch and a cute little accompanying noise, Jimin wiggled his hips out of sight under the table, and Hoseok prayed to whatever deity would listen that his face wasn't as red as it felt.
"Jimin-ah," he tried feebly, but Jimin covered his protest with a loud greeting.
"Nice to meet you! Of course we'll sign, what's your name?"
Hoseok's vision went white momentarily as Jimin bent over to write his name and a personal little message to the fan, grinding against the hardness confined in uncomfortably tight jeans. Oh, god. Wasn't Jimin embarrassed? There was no way he was this oblivious to his hyung's predicament, right? Surely he would get up as soon as he was done writing, pretending like nothing had happened -
Jimin sat back comfortably in Hoseok's lap and handed him the marker and paper, expression a total poker face. Swallowing hard, Hoseok accepted the offering and, hands trembling a little, signed his name.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, slightly panicked, as the fan walked away.
Instead of responding, Jimin pulled a slight pout, complaining loudly, "You're so uncomfortable, hyung. Too bony."
Without another word, he slid off Hoseok's lap, who watched him in indignance as he sashayed back to his seat. Too bony? Was that a joke? Was Jimin seriously poking fun at him? Deliberately bringing his cock to attention and leaving him to struggle with it through the rest of the meet? What kind of brat was that kid turning into?!
It was painful, smiling through the seething anger and uncomfortable boner, but he couldn't do anything about it. Standing would expose his situation, and he obviously couldn't jerk himself off under the table without someone noticing. Then there was Jimin, sitting two chairs away, not even acknowledging Hoseok's existence.
Jimin was cute, he was innocent, he was childish, and he was the most respectful of the maknae line. He most definitely was not the kind of person to suddenly start grinding on his hyungs and teasing them in ways they couldn't fight back against. Where had this even come from? Just this morning, they'd had a perfectly normal platonic relationship. Hell, recently they'd been rooming without incident. They got dinner together whenever they shared a room, shared half their wardrobe, even cuddled on the set of their music videos whenever Jimin was feeling overworked, and nothing had happened.
Though . . . exactly when had Jimin started being more affectionate? It was fairly recent, Hoseok knew; he had simply brushed it off as being overworked and looking for nonverbal support. They all got like that sometimes. Jimin had never been the clingy type, but his recent record disagreed.
Still, that didn't excuse his current behavior. Maybe there was something there, something between them, some precursor, but that didn't make things suddenly okay. Torturing your hyungs comes with a price. What Hoseok wouldn't do to get Jimin back for the soul-crushing embarrassment killing him now. He'd love to see the same pink on those baby cheeks, plagued by the same mix of neediness and frustration -
"Finally, we're free . . . "
Yoongi's voice interrupted his thoughts, and shame flooded Hoseok's body. What was he thinking? This wasn't like him. Sure, he was frustrated, but his arousal had died down by now, and Jimin wasn't causing any more trouble. Plus, Jimin was a baby. Hoseok had no right to do such things to him; it was wrong. He'd talk to him when they got a moment alone. There was no reason to think about payback, Hoseok scolded himself as the group found themselves back in the dressing rooms, packing up to leave for their dorms. He would take Jimin aside when they reached their room and try to straighten things out.
His plans were quickly foiled when Jimin approached him in the hall, bringing up the rear of the tired group.
"Jin-hyung says tonight he's cooking for everyone," he hummed, throwing an arm around Hoseok's shoulders. He flinched a little at the contact. What now?
"Is he?"
"Yeah. He's slow cooking beef, so it'll take a few hours. Everyone's gonna nap while it's going."
"We should throw him a thank-you party," Hoseok said, almost forgetting about his weariness. He loved surprises and giving gifts. "Do you think he'll want help?"
"He was pretty firm that he wanted us to get some rest," Jimin told him. He rested his head on his hyung's shoulder, and the uneasiness returned. Hoseok shivered when warm breath ghosted on his ear. "I don't know that I'm going to get much sleep, though."
Damn it, Jimin knew exactly what mental image that brought to his hyung's mind, and it was infuriating!
"Shame," Hoseok managed, slipping from the younger's grasp and quickening his step to catch up with Yoongi.
He felt so bad for leaving Jimin in the back like that, walking all alone, but not bad enough. He raked a hand through his hair and resisted every urge to glance back at the kid. Yoongi shot him a sideways glance and lifted an eyebrow expectantly, and Hoseok knew he was waiting for him to speak.
"Nothing," he said a little too defensively. He instantly regretted it, as he could feel Yoongi's stare turn icy. There was a reason they were best friends - Suga could read him like a neon flashing sign at a strip club.
"You sure about that?"
A frown, and a carefully worded, "Jimin-ah is being a brat."
Almost knowingly, Yoongi responded simply, "Then get back at him."
Instead of responding, Hoseok remained silent, something he regretted when he got into the car and got caught in the back seat with the devil he'd just escaped. That beautiful little demon nestled his hand on Hoseok' s thigh and leaned against his side, a small smile on those plump lips and his other hand idly scrolling social media on his cell.
Hoseok just couldn't get free, could he?
Those fingers traced circles on his thigh, torturing him endlessly. They walked up his thigh and nestled between those muscled legs, squeezing softly, and Hoseok bit hard on the inside of his cheek when they ever so slowly wormed their way further up.
Wrong, he reminded himself violently, repeating it over and over in his head. Jimin was just a kid - but every cell in his body screamed that it felt so right.
He snatched at the wandering hand, clinging tightly to that thin wrist and trying hard to control his breathing. In response, Jimin brought Hoseok's hand to his lips, and the surprise was enough for his hold to loosen.
That was a mistake. Jimin's hand darted out of his hyung's grasp and went straight to his crotch, and Hoseok saw stars as he tried his hardest not to let his sharp exhale come out as a moan. It didn't help that Jimin refused to stay still, kneading and massaging the elder's dick through his pants.
"Jimin-ah," Hoseok breathed, barely audible, trying to squirm away. The vocalist only snuggled closer, sighing in contentment. What the hell was Hoseok supposed to do?
The car slowed to a stop outside their dorm, and Yoongi's words revisited him, clear as day.
Get back at him.
He didn't care if it was wrong anymore. Brats got punished for misbehaving. So when Jimin made to follow the others out of the car, Hoseok grabbed his wrist again in a bruising hold.
"Hyung?"
Was that legitimate concern? Hoseok didn't care. His cock throbbed in his shorts and his breathing was coming in short pants. He waited for the members to disappear into the building before dragging Jimin out of the car with him and towards the structure.
"J-Hope-hyung - "
Hoseok slammed the front door behind them and tugged Jimin towards the stairs, hardly conscious of the sounds of the other members just a few flights above. Jimin was fumbling behind him, cute noises escaping him every time he tripped on a stair, and he nearly ran into the elder when they made it to the dorm door.
As silently as a frustrated Jung Hoseok could be, he slipped inside and made a sharp turn into their bedroom, tugging Jimin with him and slamming him against the closed door, hands fisted in his shirt.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
He had been so prepared to yell, to throw him around, to be forceful and teach this brat a lesson, but the look on Jimin's face stopped him. Those flushed cheeks, the soft panting, the way he tugged at that soft bottom lip with his teeth, the flitting of his gaze between Hoseok's eyes and the tent in his shorts, the way he clenched and unclenched his hands against the wood. He looked so satisfied with himself - a little disoriented, but content with the outcome.
Trying not to forget his rage, Hoseok continued, "You can't just tease me all day and expect me not to - "
Jimin cut him off by leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Needy and a little forceful, he grabbed for Hoseok's shirt, eyes sliding closed. His lips were so soft and pliant, and Hoseok surged forward, an animalistic growl rumbling in his throat as he seized Jimin's wrists and held them against the door. A soft moan answered him when he sunk his teeth into Jimin's plump lower lip, and the silver-haired vocalist caught his hyung by surprise when his hips jerked forward against Hoseok's.
Hoseok pulled back ever so slightly, not letting go of Jimin's lip, and they both opened their eyes. Jimin was panting softly, his eyes half lidded and clouded over with lust. Hoseok finally released his lip and Jimin looked a little disappointed. He let his head fall back against the door, seemingly a little dazed, not taking his eyes off Hoseok.
"You . . . " Hoseok was at a loss for words. What was he doing? It was all wrong. Shaking his head rapidly, he ground out, "You've been a bratty kid all day."
Something changed in Jimin's expression, and he shook his head in return. "Not a kid anymore, hyung."
Hoseok stopped dead.
He wasn't a kid anymore, was he? Just when had that stopped? Shit, wasn't he 22 now? When was he supposed to stop seeing him as a child and start seeing the adult he was now? Jimin had grown quite a lot since they first met, hadn't he?
But he couldn't care about that just then. He'd think about that later. What he wanted more at the moment was to feel those lips on his again, and Jimin seemed to want it, too.
"Then you shouldn't act like one," Hoseok breathed before claiming those perfect lips again.
Messy, uncoordinated, their lips danced, and Hoseok pressed his body against Jimin's. He could feel the bulge in those skinny jeans, pressed up right against his own, and gave an experimental little rut forward. A white hot spark of pleasure shot up his spine, and he let out a low moan, breaking away from the kiss and tilting his head back. Jimin's response to the grind was a weak cry, almost silent, and his back arching off the door.
Panting, he replied, "I-Impatient. You w-wouldn't get the memo - "
Hoseok hadn't really thought about it yet - when he did, both embarrassment at his own naivety and anger at Jimin's newfound manipulation coursed through him. Jimin had planned this outcome the entire time, then; he'd tease his hyung endlessly so eventually Hoseok would snap and have his way with him. What a clever little shit.
"I've got it now." And you'd better hope you can handle what I'm going to put you through because of it, he added mentally, grinding their lengths together again and eliciting another moan that caught in Jimin's throat.
"Hyung - please - "
Hoseok shook his head, his mouth moving to Jimin's neck, and the latter shivered from the hot breath on his skin, payback from earlier. The older latched onto the pale skin there, sucking harshly and shoving his thigh between Jimin's legs.
"N-Not where everyone can see," he protested weakly, but he was preoccupied with the slow grinding of Hoseok's leg on his groin; whining helplessly, his hips moved almost against his will, and his limbs were quick to turn to jelly.
"Too bad," Hoseok growled, pulling back and admiring the dark mark rapidly forming.
He released Jimin's wrist to grab his hips instead, effectively stilling the rutting and making Jimin whine needily. God, those noises were driving him wild already - but Hoseok had already decided to go slow. Jimin teased him all day, so he was going to draw out his own torment as long as he felt like.
Slowly, he slid his fingers under the rim of Jimin's jeans and lowered himself to his knees. Jimin's breath caught in his throat and his fingers went to Hoseok's hair, the flush on his cheeks increasing. He looked hesitant, probably a little overwhelmed, but when moments passed and he didn't ask to stop, Hoseok undid the button and zipper on his jeans and tugged them - with his boxers - down to his knees.
He didn't really take time to look at Jimin's dick, instead jumping straight to licking a line straight up the underside, and he was rewarded with a sharp gasp and Jimin's fingers tightening in his hair. Hoseok took the head into his mouth next, sucking softly. Jimin cried out and his hips twitched, still held down by Hoseok's firm grip.
"Please," he whined desperately, trying so hard to buck into Hoseok's mouth. "Please."
Hoesok's answer was to pull away, lapping at the tip and the bitter precum that had been steadily leaking the entire time. Had he really been this horny? To be dripping like this . . . not that Hoseok was complaining. Before Jimin could whine impatiently, Hoseok took the whole thing in his mouth and sucked harshly.
Egged on by the sharp cry and tight grip on his hair, Hoseok swallowed around the cock in his mouth, massaging the veiny underside with his tongue. Jimin's knees were quick to buckle, hardly keeping him up anymore as his pants turned to whine after whine. To his dismay, Hoseok pulled away again, peppering kisses down the length before wiping his mouth off and leaning back to smile cheekily up at Jimin.
"I wonder how it feels, being teased like that?"
Jimin was a breathtaking sight; his lip was trapped between his teeth, swollen and abused, his cheeks red, his hair mussed. His chest rose and fell with heavy pants, and he gave an impatiently needy noise when Hoseok stood, clearly not intending to do any more sucking off. It caught him off guard when Hoseok tugged Jimin's shirt collar aside, latching onto a more discreet patch of skin to leave more hickies. His hand wrapped around Jimin's cock and gave an experimental pump, and Jimin nearly came just from that.
"Hyung, please," Jimin tried again, clutching at Hoseok's shirt, twisting, pulling. He was an absolute wreck now; his breath came in short, ragged pants, his hair was tousled and plastered to his face from sweat, and his legs were shaking with the effort it took to hold him up. Finally, Hoseok relented, and took Jimin's hand, leading him to the elder's bed.
Grabbing his hips, Hoseok pulled Jimin onto his lap and scooted them both back further on the sheets. When Jimin tried to rut against him, grinding their clothed lengths together, Hoseok stopped him.
"Slowly, Jimin-ah. We have all night."
Jimin bit his lip and nodded feverishly as strong hands lifted the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His own trembling digits fumbled at the buttons on Hoseok's shirt, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he could finally slip it over his hyung's shoulders.
"Been waiting so long for this, Hoseok-hyung."
Hoseok paused at the use of his real name, exhaling sharply at the pleased shiver that washed over his body. Jimin never used his given name. He mouthed over the vocalist's throat, sighing against the smooth skin there.
"Slowly," he repeated, his hands caressing muscled sides. "I'll give you everything you want. You just have to be patient."
Jimin closed his eyes, nodding that he trusted Hoseok. The night stretched on, and the air was filled with breathy promises and passionate cries.
.-.-.-.-.
"Jimin-ah, J-Hope, breakfast!"
Hoseok flinched as the door slammed open and Yoongi popped his head in. He scrambled to hide Jimin's body, face turning beet red.
"It's - "
Yoongi snorted, making a face. "Fuckin' finally."
Hoseok blinked as Jimin grinned sheepishly beside him. "What?"
Yoongi rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him.
