Title: Pop! Goes My Heart Pairing (or character): Jimin/Jungkook Prompt: Jimin never expected to have to go to someone two years younger for kissing advice. Note: BTS, happy first anniversary! ♥ title taken from that catchy song from music & lyrics (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVkU8dDSC9w)
"No, no, no, no, no, hyung," comes an annoying sound of protest. "Not like that! Like, tilt your head more, put your hand on the back of her head—no! No! You're hopeless."
Jimin huffs, peeling himself away from his practice girlfriend and shooting a glare at his coach. He never really liked Jungkook, no. Jimin hates the way Jungkook makes him feel—how he traps him in between admiration and jealousy and the fact that he can't really say that out loud. Jungkook is better than him in everything, and although he's eaten 2130 more bowls of rice than Jungkook, Jimin is still behind in terms of looks, and singing, and dancing, and, apparently, love life. If it weren't for the fact that all his friends are as useless as he is in knowing what to do with girls, and if he didn't so desperately want to impress that Kim Taehyang girl from the cheerleading team, Jimin wouldn't even think about going to Jungkook.
But here he is, not an ounce of pride or honor left in his system, sitting across from Jungkook in an empty classroom, receiving instructions from a boy two years his junior, on how to kiss a girl. Because Jeon Jungkook is the shy boy who is secretly a sex god, one who is said to be capable of turning lesbians straight and straight guys gay. Him asking Jungkook to teach him how to do something as innocent as a kiss is already an insult to himself, and therefore it is safe to say that Jimin must have gone crazy. Is Kim Taehyang really worth all these efforts, really?
Okay, maybe she is.
"Try again," Jungkook nods at him, watching intently, and Jimin repositions himself to start again. "Let her know that you're in control," Jungkook orders as Jimin's lips touch his practice girlfriend. "So, like, exert some force, grab her a little, be a man!" Jungkook adds passionately, and Jimin does as he's told, eyes closed as he grabs the girl he's kissing, with force, hard, and manly, and powerful, and—
A loud pop comes right in front of his face, and Jimin jerks backwards, hands still grabbing the rubbery material that was once his girlfriend. Jungkook stares judgingly at him.
"I didn't mean crush her bones," Jungkook deadpans.
That is it for Jimin—he's not taking any more of this shit. This is too much. "Who uses balloons to practice kissing, anyway?!" he protests, frustrated.
"You just did," Jungkook points out, and Jimin feels like strangling this kid in front of him. Who dares talk back to him, the kid who's been ruining his life ever since he entered this school, stealing his adlibs in the vocal group, his dance prodigy title in dance club.
"That's because you told me to!" Jimin snaps. He can't believe he just let himself be humiliated, once again, by Jeon Jungkook. This kid is impossible. "We could have practiced with the wall, or a pillow, or something, but you said no, a balloon has the best similarity to a human head," he tries his best to imitate the way Jungkook said it, but even for that, he's not good enough. He'll never be as good as Jungkook, no.
Jungkook shrugs. "I'd offer for you to practice with me," he says, calm and direct as if it were nothing, while Jimin's eyes grow wide in shock. "If only you were any good."
It’s probably the surprise, the condescending tone in the words coming out from Jungkook’s mouth, or the need to prove Jungkook wrong. It could have been what he ate for lunch, or maybe even the weather. Jimin can't quite pinpoint what it is that makes him jump off his seat and lunge forward to Jungkook, both hands grabbing the sides of Jungkook's head as he angles his own just right, and starts kissing. He closes his eyes, as he presses his lips on Jungkook's, slow but with force, telling Jungkook that he's in control. And it's funny how Jimin doesn't think of Kim Taehyang's smile when he's kissing Jungkook—in fact, who is Kim Taehyang, he doesn't even remember. All he knows is that it feels so good, the way Jungkook moves his lips to kiss him back, yet another verification that Jeon Jungkook is good at everything. But for once, Jimin doesn't mind.
"Not bad," Jungkook breathes when they finally pull apart. "Maybe open your mouth some more," he adds, smirking, and pulling Jimin in for another kiss.
Pop! Goes My Heart
Pairing (or character): Jimin/Jungkook
Prompt: Jimin never expected to have to go to someone two years younger for kissing advice.
Note: BTS, happy first anniversary! ♥
title taken from that catchy song from music & lyrics (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVkU8dDSC9w)
"No, no, no, no, no, hyung," comes an annoying sound of protest. "Not like that! Like, tilt your head more, put your hand on the back of her head—no! No! You're hopeless."
Jimin huffs, peeling himself away from his practice girlfriend and shooting a glare at his coach. He never really liked Jungkook, no. Jimin hates the way Jungkook makes him feel—how he traps him in between admiration and jealousy and the fact that he can't really say that out loud. Jungkook is better than him in everything, and although he's eaten 2130 more bowls of rice than Jungkook, Jimin is still behind in terms of looks, and singing, and dancing, and, apparently, love life. If it weren't for the fact that all his friends are as useless as he is in knowing what to do with girls, and if he didn't so desperately want to impress that Kim Taehyang girl from the cheerleading team, Jimin wouldn't even think about going to Jungkook.
But here he is, not an ounce of pride or honor left in his system, sitting across from Jungkook in an empty classroom, receiving instructions from a boy two years his junior, on how to kiss a girl. Because Jeon Jungkook is the shy boy who is secretly a sex god, one who is said to be capable of turning lesbians straight and straight guys gay. Him asking Jungkook to teach him how to do something as innocent as a kiss is already an insult to himself, and therefore it is safe to say that Jimin must have gone crazy. Is Kim Taehyang really worth all these efforts, really?
Okay, maybe she is.
"Try again," Jungkook nods at him, watching intently, and Jimin repositions himself to start again. "Let her know that you're in control," Jungkook orders as Jimin's lips touch his practice girlfriend. "So, like, exert some force, grab her a little, be a man!" Jungkook adds passionately, and Jimin does as he's told, eyes closed as he grabs the girl he's kissing, with force, hard, and manly, and powerful, and—
A loud pop comes right in front of his face, and Jimin jerks backwards, hands still grabbing the rubbery material that was once his girlfriend. Jungkook stares judgingly at him.
"I didn't mean crush her bones," Jungkook deadpans.
That is it for Jimin—he's not taking any more of this shit. This is too much. "Who uses balloons to practice kissing, anyway?!" he protests, frustrated.
"You just did," Jungkook points out, and Jimin feels like strangling this kid in front of him. Who dares talk back to him, the kid who's been ruining his life ever since he entered this school, stealing his adlibs in the vocal group, his dance prodigy title in dance club.
"That's because you told me to!" Jimin snaps. He can't believe he just let himself be humiliated, once again, by Jeon Jungkook. This kid is impossible. "We could have practiced with the wall, or a pillow, or something, but you said no, a balloon has the best similarity to a human head," he tries his best to imitate the way Jungkook said it, but even for that, he's not good enough. He'll never be as good as Jungkook, no.
Jungkook shrugs. "I'd offer for you to practice with me," he says, calm and direct as if it were nothing, while Jimin's eyes grow wide in shock. "If only you were any good."
It’s probably the surprise, the condescending tone in the words coming out from Jungkook’s mouth, or the need to prove Jungkook wrong. It could have been what he ate for lunch, or maybe even the weather. Jimin can't quite pinpoint what it is that makes him jump off his seat and lunge forward to Jungkook, both hands grabbing the sides of Jungkook's head as he angles his own just right, and starts kissing. He closes his eyes, as he presses his lips on Jungkook's, slow but with force, telling Jungkook that he's in control. And it's funny how Jimin doesn't think of Kim Taehyang's smile when he's kissing Jungkook—in fact, who is Kim Taehyang, he doesn't even remember. All he knows is that it feels so good, the way Jungkook moves his lips to kiss him back, yet another verification that Jeon Jungkook is good at everything. But for once, Jimin doesn't mind.
"Not bad," Jungkook breathes when they finally pull apart. "Maybe open your mouth some more," he adds, smirking, and pulling Jimin in for another kiss.