tw anxiety attack, meds / jungkook steadily growing more and more anxious before a big interview at his ideal place of employment, the dream job he always wanted. it's a Big Day for him, anticipated it more than anything before. it's turning into a monster of a feeling with +

it's claws around his neck bc this is Everything for him. it could make or break him.

he desperately smashes it down, bottles it all up and struggles to shove the cork in bc he has to be Calm, has to do this Right and not fumble over his words or forget what to say +

entirely or, god forbid, fall mute. and like, he knows he's doing it again, knows it's Bad to bottle so much knowing he'll crack under the weight of it. not now especially when there's jimin. jimin who isnt quite a friend, not really a lover, but a /something/ jungkook +

constantly wants to live in. jimin who, somehow, holds him together like it's his job--which it isnt, feels bad and terribly guilty that jimin even has to put up with him when he's like this, it's--it's a vicious cycle. he's gotten better abt breaking it.

but no one said he was good at it. he's trying.

he still attempts to play it off except he knows he's failing SO bad, to the point that jimin has to drive him bc he's too wired to drive himself. he's got three fingers in his mouth just to keep his spinning head a little +

steady, gnawing gently around his knuckles and feeling every bit like the blurry scenery flashing by the car window. his leg bounces up and down a steady tempo that doesn't cease even after jimin reaches over to grip his nicely starched pant leg, creasing it up a little.

jungkook would usually care but he can barely think of anything except his life spiralling down the drain if he ruins this, if he fucks it all up bc he cant hold it together just this once.

jimin's voice is barely heard, but jungkook feels his hand leave his thigh to tug at +

his ear lobe, rubs along the bare shell soothingly. it feels weird. jungkook misses the weight of his earrings.

they stop at a red light, jimin turning to properly look at him, brows creased and lips red bitten from nerves by proxy.

he keeps rubbing his ear and jungkook naturally leans into it.

"did you remember to take your meds before leaving?"

jungkook blinks & bites down on his fingers a little too hard bc no, no he didnt like a fucking idiot, always forgetting, mind too full & sloshing over the edges.

"it's okay, you're just fine. i grabbed them before we left just in case," jungkook makes a noise when jimin stops touching his ear, watches as he rummages around his hoodie pocket for the little bottle, "can you take one for me?"

jungkook doesnt think twice, pulls out his wet fingers to swallow the offered tablet & quickly shoves them back in and sits silently and waits impatiently for it to kick in.

the light turns green after an eternity, sending jungkook's heart into his throat.

jimin tentatively asks him what can he do to help.

jungkook, never satisfied with his fingers at times like this, is already unbuckling his seat belt, fingers slipping from his mouth with a shuddery sigh & reaching for jimin's belt buckle with trembling hands and pleading eyes.

they catch another red light. jimin looks and waits. words shrivel up on jungkook's tongue and he flushes hot, from embarrassment, from his racing heart, from a little cut of shame. jimin, with five months of learning him, only weaves fingers through his +

permed curls and scratches at his scalp, a soft tender look in his eye as he dives in for a kiss at his forehead and murmurs reassurances that wash over him cool water.

it's enough for his fingers to work again, to unzip jimin jeans. he pulls jimin's soft cock through the gap in his boxers, wasting no time nor thought of anyone seeing him fit himself between jimin's +

belly and the steering wheel. he can feel jimin's knee jerks slightly when he all but stuffs his mouth full. there's fingers in his hair, petting, massaging, sending tingling shivers down his spine.

jungkook closes his eyes and suckles and shudders at the sensation of jimin +

growing hard in his mouth. everything falls away, just the white noise hum of jimin's car, jimin's sighs, jimin's scent. it's something citrusy and clean skin and /jimin/, makes him inhale deeply, swallow around the cock that starting to make his jaw ache.

the harder jimin gets the fuller his mouth feels. his thoughts dwindle into a low hum, an annoying buzz, but something he can ignore. the position he's in is in no way comfortable, the divider is digging into his abdomen, but he doesnt mind.

he's drooling, can feel the dampness on his chin and he's having to swallow more when it pools into his throat, even more so now that the tip of his cock triggers it.

jungkook is so lost to the feeling it doesnt register that they have stopped moving, doesnt even notice when +

jimin cuts off the ignition.

what he does notice is every sigh and hitched breath jimin offers in the quiet car every time jungkook swallows around him or hums in lazy contentment.

time flows like molasses to jungkook, cheek smoshed against jimin's thighs and neck tinging at +

thevawkward angle, but feeling every bit like he's drifting away.

"jungkookie," jimin's voice sounds like honey in his ears, "baby, you have fifteen minutes."

jungkook whines deep in his throat, gurgles almost as his fingers grapple at jimin's thighs.

jimin's breath stutters, fingers flexing in his hair, "i know baby, but we have to clean you up," jimin coaxes gently, and he goes, reluctantly, pulling off achingly slow.

jungkook drags in a rough breath, lips slick & still linked to jimin's flushed cock by a strand of a +

saliva & drool driping over his lower lip.

jimin catches most of his with the sleeve of his hoodie, wipes at jungkook's mouth and chin gently. jungkook sits perfectly still until he's all cleaned up, blinking languidly. jimin smiles fondly at his dazed expression, cupping his +

cheeks.

"you look far away. how do you feel?"

jungkook pouts, not really wanting to put effort in speaking, but he rolls his tongue in his mouth where he still tastes him, "better. 'm sorry--"

"nope, no sorries," jimin squishes his cheeks, absolutely delighted +

when it makes jungkook whine in protest then smile wide and hard when jimin keeps doing it anyway.

"my baby," jimin croons, nuzzling foreheads, "nothing to be sorry about. im always happy to give you whatever you need to feel okay."

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, wants to say sorry again out of habit but grabs both of jimin's wrists and looks him the eye and hopes the sincerity outweighs the doubt, "you're too good to me, seriously. thank you, hyung."

"you're gonna do great today, okay?" jimin says it likes it's already a fact, like he's already proud, "gonna knock their socks off."

jungkook's heart rate shoots up again, having not glanced once at the looming glass building in front of them. he wants to believe in his words +

so badly it hurts.

"do you really think so?" jungkook clings to his wrists tightly, swallowing around whatever's trying to crawl up his throat again.

"of course i do," the conviction makes jungkook heave a deep, heavy sigh, "they'd be stupid not to hire you."

"you're biased."

"i'm right and i should say it," jimin pecks the corner of his mouth and pats his pink cheeks, grins with all the love and pretty things in the world.

jungkook stares and wonders how he got so damn lucky.

jimin smoothes down his collar & frets over his hair +

nags at him on purpose just to annoy him and bring him back to himself.

jungkook exits the car, portfolio bag a heavy burden on his shoulder, but a quick glance at the car and his waving, bright--something--fills him with a little lightness.

(a/n: im sad, actually) https://curiouscat.me/lovekinkmp3