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Jungkook stood in the hotel room, leaned against the desk. He alternated playing with his lip piercing and pressing his tongue into his cheek. Arms crossed over his chest, his narrowed eyes stared unwavering at the scene playing out a few feet away from him. He was annoyed-- not pouting.

Meanwhile, Jimin was standing in front of the large mirror, in black head to toe. He was quietly humming one of Jungkook's songs to himself as he worked at putting on his jewelry. There were a couple of staff moving around the room, quiet enough that Jungkook could pretend they weren't there and it was only him and Jimin. How he liked it best.

In a couple of minutes, one of those staff was going to whisk Jimin down to a car and across town to the Dior event where he would make the world envious of his beauty and make some of the most secure men suddenly question their sexualities. And Jungkook was endlessly proud, he swore he was. Nothing made him happier than watching Jimin shine in that natural way-- balancing that shameless confidence and humble shyness in a way only Jimin could.

But. That. Outfit.

God that outfit. Jungkook loved it, of course, because Jimin would look good in brown paper bag and two-day old eyeliner but he especially looked good in designer clothes tailored to fit him. The material hugged his new lithe post military form in all the right places. His pale skin was pale and glowing like the midnight moon. He made Jungkook's heart race and his mouth water. And he was supposed to just send Jimin out in the world like this, looking like a snack to devour?

...Maybe he was pouting.

"Are you pouting?"

"No." Jungkook grumbled.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Jimin's airy tone came with a light giggle. An intimate sound different than what the world was used to seeing. Something meant only for them, for him, and usually accompanied with early morning light and crips cotton sheets.

"Who picked that outfit?"

"Gucci I imagine. As I'm going to a Gucci event for Gucci."

His pout tightened. "Well who approved it?"

"One of the managers I'm sure. Why do I not look good?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Ah so I look too good."

"You're half naked!"

Head falling back, Jimin gave a full body laugh. Jungkook didn't see what was so funny about it. Jimin wasn't even looking at him, just slipped a hoop into his earlobe. "I am definitely not half naked." Once done with his earrings, the dancer twisted his body in the mirror, checking how the outfit laid on his form. "I'm at most 1/4 naked." He teased, finally facing Jungkook directly, big smile turning his eyes into little moons. "This is really no worse than my music video."

"I didn't like that either if you remember."

"I know. You're a greedy, possessive little maknae."

"I'm not a little anything." Jungkook pushed off the desk and moved on long strides towards his littlest hyung.

Before he got too close, Jimin pressed a hand to his chest giving a tisk. "Nope. You're can't ruin my makeup or my hair or more importantly my clothes. I've got to leave in less than 10 minutes. You can't be trusted."

Now, he really was pouting, eyes wider like he was young. "Everyone is going to see your chest, your belly, your tattoo." It wasn't even Jungkook's favorite tattoo-- that didn't matter at the moment though. Favorite or not, he didn't want the world gawking at it.

(The fact that there were Yoongi lyrics on his ribs forever had been something Jungkook had to work through. It had been the first time Jimin came home with a tattoo and Jungkook hadn't immediately wanted to toss him over his shoulder and tote Jimin off to ravage him. Jungkook got his initials for the world to see on his hand-- private but not secret-- and he got Nevermind in big bold letters across ribs Jungkook spent hours kissing? It took time, a lot of kisses... and a secret tattoo so high up on his thigh even Jungkook could only catch a whisper of it in the shortest of dance shorts he wore at home, to soothe the burn of jealousy).

Jimin cooed, stepping closer. Reaching up, Jimin cupped his little hands around Jungkook's jaw, raising up and he drew the younger down into a series of soft kisses. "You are really very cute when you get grumpy over this, Bun."

He knew Jungkook melted when he called him that. His shoulders sagged and his muscles all relaxed.

"I promise to keep the jacket closed as much as possible but Bun, there are going to have to be some pictures. Just try to enjoy and remember that some people will get to look but I'm coming home to you and you're the only one who gets to touch."

Stepping closer, Jungkook took a chance sliding his hands around Jimin's bare waist as he sank into a more substantial kiss. He would behave but he was going to give Jimin something to remember while he was out there pretending he belonged to the world. He would only ever belong to Jungkook.

The kiss was interrupted by a manager calling for Jimin to leave.

As they broke apart, Jungkook sighed, leaning his forehead to his lover's. "Jimin-ssi," he purred.

Jimin settled back on his heels, licking his lips as he smoothed out Jungkook's shirt. "Don't use that tone on me when you know I can't stay. I really wish you could be there sitting right next to me. I get nervous out there on my own and my English isn't as good as yours."

"You'll be fine baby. You're English is adorable. Everyone is going to be wrapped around your tiny little pinky." He chuckled as Jimin smacked his chest in retaliation. "I'll be watching from here. Once the show starts, you can text me if you get too nervous." He gave one last kiss. "You look beautiful."

"Even half naked?"

"I mean personally I like you fully naked, but that's just for me."

"Just for you." Jimin agreed, taking a step back and turning to grab his things so he could follow the manager out.

Jungkook smacked his backside, the sound of his palm on soft leather echoing through the room followed by a squeak from Jimin. "Have fun, babe. I'll see you when you get back."

***********

From the comfort of the hotel room, Jungkook watched the footage from the Dior event unfold on Youtube and TikTok. Jimin was flawless, not a hair out of place. He glowed in the sunlight, smile bright enough to compete with every camera flash. Jungkook couldn't help but smile as he watched his love do his best to keep the jacket from showing off everything as he made his way from the car to the venue. He hear the screams for Jimin, especially at the flash of his tattoo. As much as he complained before, in the moment, Jungkook felt nothing but proud. Jimin didn't look like a Dior ambassador, he looked like THE Dior ambassador. Like his skin should never touch anything but the finest designer threats, dripping in diamonds. The clothes looked great on him of course, but while everyone there was focusing on the clothes, the skin, the effortless beauty he exuded in every photo-- Jungkook found his eyes drawn to the waterfall of chains starting at his neck and trailing down his sternum.

His mind ran wild with images of Jimin wrapped in delicate chains and nothing else. To pass the time, Jungkook found himself lost down a rabbit hole of jewelers. Chokers, long necklaces, wispy day collars, waist chains, thigh jewelry. He ordered at least a dozen before the beep of the hotel door opening woke him from his heated fantasies.

Jimin slipped into the room, boots already in hand. In the soft golden light, his eyes were heavy with sleepiness, his cheeks pink with champagne; still in his Dior outfit. He looked the same as when he left just a little softness around the edges that made Jungkook want to wrap him up in satin and hold him close.

But his body was full of electricity from being denied earlier and all the images in his mind that had kept him occupied in his lover's absence.

From the couch, Jungkook watched him with an intense gaze, arms stretched over the back and knees spread. He oozed desire before Jimin had even noticed him staring.

"Jimin-ssi."

Jimin spun to find him like a king waiting on his throne for his queen. A slow, syrupy smile slid onto Jimin's face. On stumbled steps, he made his way over; hips swaying, jacket hanging loose and so much skin now that it was for Jungkook's eyes only. With practiced ease, Jimin moved onto the couch to straddle Jungkook's thighs. "Hi, Jungkookie. Missed you." He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to Jungkook's lips.

"Hmm missed you too." His hands slid up Jimin's thighs and around to his supple backside to draw him closer. "You looked really good out there."

"Did I?" Jimin giggled.

"You know you did."

"Only because I knew you were back here watching me."

"Yeah? Even out there in the world, it's all just for me?"

"Always just for you."

Their words trailed off. The only sound in the room was their shared breath each time their lips reconnected and the slide of Jimin's leather-clad knees against the couch each time he shifted into Jungkook's solid form. Jungkook felt none of the urgency he did in his jealous moments before Jimin left earlier in the day. He took his time kissing Jimin the way he knew his hyung liked to be kissed. His hands moved over Jimin's skin like a map he memorized years ago. His lips dragged up the column of Jimin's throat before he pushed the jacket off one shoulder, kissing every freckle he exposed.

"You smell good."

Jimin gave a breathy sound, fingers twisted in Jungkook's hair. "Put cologne on in the car. I wasn't sure I'd make it to the event if I did it in the room."

"Probably a good idea."

Jungkook slouched back into the cushions as Jimin sat back on his thighs.

"What did you do to keep yourself occupied while I was gone? Talk to Tae or one of the hyungs?"

He shook his head, fingers lifting to play with the chains, watching the goosebumps appear as the warm chains slid against Jimin's skin. "Watched you, developed a fascination."

Jimin's sparkling eyes tipped down to watch Jungkook's fingers play. "With the necklaces, really?"

"Couldn't stop thinking of you wrapped in them, laying in bed at home. Might have put a big dent in my credit card. Would have probably been worse if you hadn't come in and distracted me."

"You didn't!" He laughed in disbelief but Jungkook could read the tone, how pleased Jimin felt at being spoiled like the little kitten he was. He always protested when Jungkook spent a lot of money on him, even if the attention made him blush all over. You work so hard for everyone Jimin-ssi. You hardly ever spend money to spoil yourself. Let me do it, it makes me happy. And Jimin always folded, melting on Jungkook's tongue like warm honey.

"I did. Lots of things like this to fall down your chest. Some pretty little chains for your waist and my favorite something custom--"

"How did you order something custom in a few hours?!"

"I'm Jeon Jungkook from BTS, I can get what I want. If I wanted to use my powers for evil, I could of demanded a rush order." He grinned.

"I'm going to tell Jin-hyung about this ego you're getting."

"Who do you think I learned it from?"

Jimin shook his head. "So what is the custom piece?"

"Some jewelry for your thigh, with a diamond J dangling from it."

"Oooh monogrammed jewelry, how very lux."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. His little mochi was testing him. "Not monogrammed. It's a double J for Jeon Jungkook." Or it was going to be, as soon as he put the updated request in to the jeweler.

"I thought I was the shameless one."

"Oh you are baby. I'm only shameless when it comes to making sure the world knows your mine."

"Hmm well if I wear it on this side," Jimin took Jungkook's hand and placed it as close to his secret tattoo as he could with their position and all the clothes between them. "I could hang right below my tattoo."

"My tattoo."

Jimin giggled. "Fine, your tattoo you possessive little beast. Where did my cute shy bunny go?"

"He's still there too, just not tonight."

"No? Did you get yourself all worked up picking out jewelry for me?"

Humming, Jungkook didn't give Jimin a moment to prepare before he wrapped his arms securely around him and stood from the couch. Gasping, Jimin quickly wrapped himself around Jungkook, holding tight. As if he would ever drop something as precious as his Jimin. His muscles weren't just for show. The whole reason he started working out years ago was half to impress Jimin after seeing him gawk over a built idol and half to make sure he could protect and tote Jimin around anywhere they went. It had served him well. Nothing shut Jimin up when he was being sassy or stopped an argument quicker than him picking Jimin up or tossing him over his shoulder. Some of Jungkook's favorite sexy memories with Jimin were pinning him to shower walls or holding his weight against the dance room mirrors. This one would rank on the list as well he was sure.

Behind the closed door of the bedroom, Jungkook stripped Jimin of every piece of clothing leaving him in nothing but necklaces as he arched like a cat on the luxury bedding.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. They should write poetry about you, carve your figure out of marble to display in the Louvre."

"You would hate that."

"I would-- doesn't mean you don't deserve it anyway."

Jungkook didn't let Jimin rest until the sun was starting to peek over the horizon. Their muscles were sore in the best of ways, Jimin's collarbones and chest dotted with mouth shaped bruises while Jungkook's back was marred with nail scratches. No one would be going topless for awhile.

One more day in Paris with Jimin making a couple appearances and Jungkook hidden away in their hotel room, then it was back home. By the time they made it back to Seoul, there was a cluster of designer bags full of jewelry boxes waiting for them to explore.