They reach the front door and they're both still smiling. It's ridiculous; Jimin feels like he's sneaking around with the new kid at school behind his parents back way after curfew. He feels way too giddy for this to be normal.
Ridiculous.
He leans up against the side of the house, his hands hanging uselessly by his sides. " Thanks for dinner Kook."
Jungkook smiles and nods, taking a step in closer. " Your welcome."
" Would you wanna maybe do it again later this week?"
" Yes." His answer is so quick, Jimin can't help but laugh, and Jungkook turns a scarlet shade of red.
" I'm glad you're as excited about it as I am." Jimin says, looking up to meet Jungkook's eyes.
Jungkook steps in even closer, his eye glued to Jimin's lips. " I'm happy it's mutual then," he murmurs.
Jimin swallows and forces himself to ask, " Are you gonna kiss me?"
Jungkook still can't make eye contact.
" Yeah, I'm gonna, before I lose my nerve."
" You have to work up a nerve to kiss me?"
He finally looks up at that. " Do you have any idea how nervous you make me?"
Jimin smiles, because yes, he gets that. He forces his hand to do something - anything - and grips Jungkook's hips. Jungkook's lips are parted, his breathing heavy, and Jimin wonders if Jungkook can feel his fingers trembling against his sides. He pulls Jungkook in closer and he goes easily, leaning in slowly, his own hands coming up to frame Jimin's jaw, and finally, their lips meet.
It's soft like their both unsure, and they move slowly at first, introducing themselves to one another. Jungkook slides his hands into Jimin's hair and Jimin let's his hands slide to the small of his Jungkook's back, digging his fingertips in. And all the gentleness is gone.
He opens his mouth more for Jungkook, and Jungkook immediately takes advantage, sliding his tongue in, pressing his body closer to Jimin's. Jimin thinks he tastes like wine they had, a bit like the chocolate cake, and something else he can't place. Maybe it's just Jungkook.
Their movements become a bit more frantic, too frantic for a first kiss, but Jimin can't pace himself. He thinks this must be a steady build up of knowing someone for over a decade, all spilling out into one single kiss. He allows it to happen. He encourages it.
The kiss is still bruising when Jungkook pulls away, nipping at Jimin's bottom lip, then working his way down his neck and kissing him at his collarbone. Jimin idly wonders what the high pitched noise he can hear is. He embarrassingly realises it's himself.
Jungkook kisses his way back up and lands on Jimin's lips again, less intense, almost more familiar. Jimin slows his own motions when he drags his hands up to Jungkook's hair, burrowing his fingers in, then dragging his fingers down his chest.
He pulls back and kisses Jimin softly on the lips one final time and presses his forehead to Jimin's. " Min," he says, his voice rough.
Their chests are still pressed together completely, Jungkook's legs bracketing Jimin's entire body. Jimin leans back so he can see Jungkook's face in the dim light of the moon and the neighbours garden. His cheeks are flushed and his bottom lip is swollen. Jimin drags his hands across his own face. " Jungkook." He doesn't have anything else to say, and he knows Jungkook isn't expecting anything more.
Jungkook leans in one more time to kiss him, even softer than the very first one, and when he pulls away, he brushes his thumb across Jimin's bottom lip. " I'll call you first thing in the morning."
" Okay." he whispers back.
He watches Jungkook make his way to the Jeep and smiles when Jungkook honks the horn just before he's out of sight.
Link is waiting at the door when he walks in, and Jimin briefly gets a greeting before his phone goes off in his pocket. It's Jungkook.
" Miss me already?" he asks in lieu of a normal greeting.
Jungkook chuckles. " I do."
" What happened to calling me first thing in the morning?"
" It is first thing in the morning."
Jimin looks at the clock under the TV, it's 12.17am. He rolls his eyes. It's so fucking childish, but Christ, he's so endeared, he feels like he could drown in it. " Couldn't wait until the real morning?"
" Nope," he replies, popping the p.
Jimin kicks off his shoes and undies his belt, balancing his phone on his shoulder. " Coming on a little strong, don't you think, Jeon?"
He can nearly hear Jungkook's smile over the phone. " You don't have to be embarrassed, Jimin...just say it. You miss me already, too."
" Nah."
" Come on, don't lie."
He wanders into his bathroom, turning on the light, and looks in the mirror. His cheeks are blotchy, he has a bruise already forming on his neck where Jungkook got a little carried away, and his hair is flying in about a hundred different directions. He smiles. " Maybe, a little, I guess."
" Ah, babe, those are the words I've been dreaming off."
His smile grows. He knows he won't be getting much sleep tonight.
The next morning, Jimin practically skips to the coffee shop, trying and failing to get rid of the nervousness in his stomach. When Jungkook hands him his coffee, smile playing lazily over his face, he murmurs, " morning. You look amazing."
The butterflies kick up even more and Jimin is completely done for.
He's okay with that.
It's been three weeks, and somehow, everything Changes and nothing changes.
They still go out on the weekends with Tae and Hobi, they still meet up after work for drinks, they still take Link to the coffee shop every Sunday morning, they still order greasy pizza and lounge of the couch, eating directly out of the box, going through a six pack easily, bumping and wiping their hands on their jeans. Jungkook still tells Jimin he's a major pain in the ass; Jimin still replies with, " At least I have one."
Their friendship doesn't change and Jimin is unbearably relieved for that.
But now, after they meet up with Tae and Hobi, they go home together and Jungkook gets his mouth on Jimin's, the second they get through the door. Now, when they go out for drinks, Jimin hops off his barstool and slips in between Jungkook's legs where he's perched on his own stool, and Jimin squeezes Jungkook's thighs, making Jungkook's breath hitch. Now, when they're at the coffee shop, Jimin sips at his tea and when he catches Jungkook staring at him, Jungkook will shift his gaze and say, " Your gorgeous, you know?" Now, when they eat dinner on the couch, it often leads to Jimin climbing on top of Jungkook, tipsy, Jungkook squeezing Jimin's ass, grinding against each other until they're both gripping at body parts with wandering hands.
But there hasn't been sex yet.