Don't you wanna kiss me? (animation cut + fanart)

Hi, lovelies! 💜

Firstly, sorry I was a bit absent in the last few days. As I mentioned before, I was moving to another city and I just got to my new place. I still have to get settled and organized, but I'll do my best to keep feeding you with content.

I hope you like this fanart and story. I had this plot saved up for a while and I would love to continue writing this fic, so please let me know if this is something you would like to read more.

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Full 🔞 animated version on the Brown Bear 🐻 tier.

Please, don't share any NSFW content, it's exclusive for patrons.

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[Taehyung's POV]

Even after what happened at the party in the end of last semester, Jeon Jungkook still is a mystery to me.

We were never friends. Friendly, for sure, but nothing beyond that. Not until Professor Bang decided to divide our class in four groups of seven to work together for the final exam. I suppose there are indeed advantages in best-friending someone like Jimin, because he’s the kind of person who is never left out. Not that I’m bad at being sociable, I just don’t really care for having so many friends people in my life. Like they say, less is more, or something like that.

The thing is, I’m not usually one to start conversations, but whenever he is close, it’s like the universe casts some sort of spell in me, because I talk like the world is about to end. Jungkook is quite good-looking, there’s no denying that, but that’s not the only thing about him that makes him attractive. He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s sweet and he’s impressively good at everything – which makes him a bit over competitive, but even that looks kinda cute on him.

To be honest, when I noticed there might be place for a stronger feeling than friendship somewhere hidden deep in my heart, I did what I always do, and I tried not to get too attached, especially because, at first, I wasn’t sure if he was into guys. Sure, he was nice to me and he seemed to enjoy my company just as much, but Jungkook is nice to everyone. Even gay people. Which is what you would expect of a guy that’s got two lesbians for moms.

Still, I couldn’t help but get excited when he asked me if I was going to some student’s party in the woods. I wasn’t planning on going, since Jimin was out of town and I wasn’t exactly close to anyone in the Civil Engineering course, but Jungkook told me to find him there.

And that’s what I did. But only after wasting an absurd amount of time trying to get decently dressed for the party. I wanted to look nice. I wanted him to notice me. To really see me, and to like what he saw. Even if I could never know for sure.

I arrived first, and I was the first to see him, but I pretended I didn’t. Maybe because I got too nervous all of a sudden, or maybe because deep down I wanted him to reach out first. So I left the cabin and sat by the fireplace, where other college students were talking and singing and drinking and being fools. Namjoon waved at me and I waved back, and when he whispered something in Jungkook’s ear,  something that made him look in my direction with a smile on his stupid pretty face, I felt like my heart was ready to rip out of my chest.

The night began nicely. He joined me at the fireplace and we talked and laughed, and I was in a crazy good mood. It was like I had taken a happiness pill or something. Maybe it was the alcohol, even though I didn’t have much to drink. Jungkook seemed to be in a pretty good mood as well, so I didn’t think twice when he told me we should explore the place to look for his friends.

“Come on,” he said, standing up and offering me his hand. “Let’s see what else this party has to offer.”

I grabbed his hand and held onto the seconds that it took me to be fully on my feet like they were all I had. Like they were all of the touching I was ever gonna get from him. But he didn’t let go. I wondered if maybe he was too drunk to notice he was holding my hand the whole time, but at that point I was in no place to complain about it. If he was, I hoped he would never sober up again.

“Knock-knock,” Jungkook whispered in a low voice, repeating the sound that came out when he actually knocked on the door. No response.

“Are we allowed in?” I asked. I don’t usually enter other people’s bedroom without permission.

“It’s not locked,” was all he said, like it was enough excuse. “It’s okay, I do this all the time.”

“Do you invade people’s bedroom all the time?” I smiled. “If you don’t have a place to sleep, I can offer you my bed.”

It was a joke. Or it was supposed to be a joke. But that’s the thing about being gay and making gay jokes with straight guys – they hardly come out as jokes. Especially if part of me meant it. Jungkook gave it a soft laugh. His cheeks were red, but I wasn’t sure if that happened because of the alcohol or because of what I just said.

“To be fair, I don’t think this bedroom belongs to anyone,” he said, looking around.

“Not to anyone that’s got personality, that’s for sure.”

He closed the door behind us and took a few steps before falling on his back on the bed. I didn’t know what else to do, so I followed him. I didn’t dare to lay down, because then I would get too close. He was staring at me with his eyebrows slightly frowned.

“I don’t bite, you know,” he said. “Unless you want me too.”

Alright. Another gay joke. He was the straight guy, so he was allowed to. Except he wasn’t laughing and his hand was dangerously close to my thigh. Jungkook let it rest there, pulling the bar of my shirt just to have something to hold.

“You sure you don’t want to?”

“Don’t want to what?” I asked. I had no idea whether he was just fooling around or testing me. Perhaps he noticed something. The way how I looked at him, or how I always arrived in class seconds after him just so I could sit on the chair behind his seat.

“Come here,” he whispered shyly.

I laid down next to him, trying to keep somewhat distance. I was starting to sweat.

“Don’t you wanna kiss me?” he asked. His hand was on my face, caressing me. I closed my eyes when I felt his thumb on my lower lip and opened my mouth instinctively.

I didn’t say anything in response. I didn’t think he needed me to. It was written all over my face how much I wanted that.

I was written all over my body how much I wanted him.

[Tae > Jimin: same night]

[Tae > JK: same night]

[Tae > JK: a few days later]

[Tae > Jimin: after summer break]

[Jin > JK]

[ JK > Tae]

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