Could you do 33 with jihope please? ♥
33. celebrity/fan au
Hoseok’s favorite sound in the history of all sounds ever has to be the quick, sharp little breath Jimin takes when he’s touched somewhere unexpectedly, something like a gasp-moan hybrid that chills its way up Hoseok’s spine and sets all of his nerves on fire. He likes that he can make Jimin do it with almost 100% accuracy. Like right now, in this hotel room, pressed up against the door and fumbling damn near blind to get Jimin’s ridiculously tight pants unbuttoned.
“Wait,” Jimin whispers, already tight and breathy.
Hoseok stops, immediately moving his hand away, and looks at Jimin’s face as it’s illuminated by a sliver of moonlight through the parted curtains. He’s smiling, which is good, and it makes Hoseok relax slightly to know that wasn’t something said out of pain or discomfort. Jimin tips forward, just barely, and licks at Hoseok’s lips gently with a quiet giggle.
“Say hi to me first,” Jimin says.
Hoseok smiles. “Hi,” he says. “I thought we were well past the hi part. You dragged me in here–”
“I missed you a lot.” Jimin still whispers and Hoseok almost kinda worries that the room is bugged or something. Why aren’t the lights on?
But then, he kind of knows why the lights aren’t on; if some creepy stalker fan were posted outside of the hotel with a vague idea of Jimin’s room number and a ridiculously high-powered telephoto lens, it’d be easy to catch him with someone.
So Hoseok doesn’t reach for the light switch. Instead, he reaches for Jimin’s hip.
“I missed you too,” Hoseok says, pressed against the crook of Jimin’s neck and considering taking a bite. He thinks better of it, though; the makeup artists don’t particularly care for having to cover up hickeys, apparently. “You scared the crap outta me, that text sounded so ominous–”
“I didn’t want you to wait,” Jimin says. His arms pull Hoseok closer, tighter, as his hands slip into Hoseok’s back pockets. “I have about two hours of alone time and I wanted you.”
“So I shouldn’t waste time asking questions about the comeback?” Hoseok grins. “Can I have two minutes of fan screaming time?”
“No!” Jimin only barely sounds annoyed, considering his laughter, and Hoseok leans in to kiss him gently. “Okay one minute.”
“What if I want to scream about V and not you?”
“You’re cruel.” Hoseok laughs and kisses him again, rocking forward a bit. “The new album’s amazing, I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
“Thank you.” They don’t really need the light for Hoseok to know Jimin’s blushing deeply. He shivers as Jimin’s cold hands slide beneath his shirt and up his back. “You really like it?”
“I love it,” Hoseok says, which almost course-corrected to I love you, but that would almost certainly put an end to this whole randomly making out with an idol thing. “Please tell V I think he’s amazing.”
“Okay get out.”