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Jimin wipes the sweat from his brow. He’s ten hours into his twelve-hour shift and he really needs a lemonade right about now. He turns around to ask Taehyung what time it is when he’s met with a sight that literally haunts him. Namjoon is maybe ten yards away, laying on a blanket under the willow tree. He looks so cozy, nose buried in his book. Jimin knows he shouldn’t stare. If he gets caught, by anyone, it’ll either be eternal teasing or a nice swift firing.
He drags his eyes away from Namjoon, the bane of his existence, and throws up a silent prayer. At least he’s wearing a decent shirt today. Last week, he came out to help Seokjin and Jimin with feeding the cows and he was wearing another crop top . Jimin’s nose nearly started bleeding and Seokjin and Taehyung teased him all day about the drool on his chin.
He hadn’t actually been drooling.
But he’d come pretty close.
It’s not his fault.
Kim Namjoon is something else. He’s different than everyone Jimin has ever known, in almost every way. His skin is a gorgeous honey color, his thighs are way too thick to be legal, his arms are literally the nicest arms that have ever existed, and don’t even get Jimin started on his face.
HIS DIMPLES. HIS SMILE. HIS NOSE. HIS EYES.
The whole thing. It’s just too much.
It doesn’t help that Namjoon himself is always so sincere, warm, and kind to everyone and everything around him. Jimin can’t count the number of times he’s heard Namjoon singing to the cows at night. “It soothes them,” he told Jimin once. Jimin is pretty sure that’s the moment he fell in love with the tall, dorky man. What sort of person sings to cows because he thinks it soothes them? Kim Fucking Namjoon, that’s who.
“You’re drooling again,” a man laughs from behind him. Jimin spins around, sending Taehyung a glare.
“Jokes on you. I haven’t been staring at him for almost a minute. I was watching Hoseok. He’s trying to repair that old tractor.”
“It’ll never happen,” Taehyung says with a smile as he stands next to Jimin. “He’s handsome though, his shirt rolled up like that to show off his biceps. I just need him to take the whole shirt off so I can do my fair share of staring.” Jimin chuckles as Taehyung sighs.
“Just ask him out.”
“No fucking way. He dated Seokjin . He’s not going to want to date someone like me.” Jimin groans and playfully shoves his best friend.
“Someone like you? You mean someone kind and generous? Someone so gorgeous he’s been asked multiple times by strangers on the street if he’s a model? How many entertainment company cards do you have again? Six? They literally approach you on the street because of how attractive you are, moron.”
“Nine,” Taehyung mumbles. Jimin barks out a laugh, causing Hoseok and Namjoon to glance their way. He feels his cheeks heat up as Namjoon smiles at him, raising an arm and waving. He shoots the man a small wave back before pulling Taehyung over into the barn.
“I can’t live like this anymore,” he groans. Taehyung chuckles, patting him on the back.
“Just ask him out.”
“Fuck you,” Jimin laughs. The two men grab hoses and are halfway through filling the barns water troughs when someone says Jimin’s name.
“Jimin! Taehyung! Come in for a snack.”
Jimin turns around and smiles at Jungkook. “We just need to finish this up, okay Jungkookie?”
Jungkook nods at him. “Have you seen Seokjin?” He asks nervously, biting his bottom lip.
“No, but it’s pretty close to 3 right?”
“You’re right!” Jungkook squeals, running from the barn.
“He’s so hopeless,” Taehyung smiles.
“Just like us.” They finish their task half an hour later and make their way into the Kim home. Jimin is attacked two seconds after entering the kitchen. Namjoon sits there, next to Yoongi and Hoseok, in the cutest oversized sweater Jimin has ever fucking seen. It’s a pastel purple and hangs off one of his shoulders. Jimin has the sudden urge to bite Namjoon’s exposed collarbone, but he knows he can’t just attack the farm boy. Namjoon looks up when Jungkook waves at them, eyes locking with Jimin. A small smile forms on his face and his cheeks dust a light pink and Jimin smiles at him. Yoongi playfully shoves Namjoon’s shoulder, causing the man to look away solely to punch Yoongi in the arm. Yoongi leans over and whispers something in Namjoon’s ear, causing his cheeks to go from a pretty pink to bright red.
“Shut up,” he growls at Yoongi as Jimin sits directly across from him. They dig into the fruits eagerly, tired from a long day's work.
“Stop looking at him. You’re so obvious,” Taehyung whispers into his ear. Jimin turns to glare at him and whispers back “you’re just angry Hoseok is over there and not next to you.” He beams at Taehyung before popping an apple slice into his mouth.
When Yoongi announces that he needs to go, everyone seems to take that as a good time to end their break. As everyone gets up to leave the table, Jimin takes one more look at Namjoon and has to act nonchalant when he notices the man is looking back. Except he’s not looking at Jimin’s face. He’s staring at the two inches of exposed skin between Jimin’s t-shirt and his jeans. He watches for a few seconds as Namjoon just stares. He almost whines when Namjoon bites his bottom lip, but Taehyung is there to pull him away.
“Let’s go check on the horses before we leave. Something tells me Jungkook was distracted today.” The two men head off to the stables, Taehyung talking the entire way there about how Hoseok had invited him over to his apartment this weekend to watch a movie and wondering if it was a date or not.
“Wait, he invited you over?”
“That’s what I’ve been saying,” Taehyung chuckles as they enter the stables.
“Did he say anyone else was going to be there?”
“Nope. It was pretty chill, honestly. ‘Taetae, do you want to come over this weekend and watch a movie?’ I said yes, he smiled, I smiled, then he walked away with Yoongi.”
“Maybe you’ll finally get dicked down.” The two men find that Jungkook did not clean the stables, something they have come to find happens more often than not. Jungkook is a great kid, but he’s also easily distracted by Seokjin’s broad shoulders and Yoongi’s gummy smile.
Jimin understands. He always stays to make sure his chores get done, but he’s definitely found himself working late because Namjoon looked especially pretty one day. Sometimes Namjoon invites him on a picnic for lunch and what is supposed to only take thirty minutes takes two hours, but Jimin can’t find it in himself to care too much. Not when Namjoon is laughing at his jokes, not when he looks so ethereal when the sun finds him laying on the blanket.
Once they finish cleaning the stables and checking the food and water levels for all the livestock, the best friends clock out. They’re halfway to Jimin’s truck when someone calls out from behind them.
“Tae! Jimin! Can I get a ride?” Hoseok shouts from the house.
“Sure,” Taehyung replies, shooting Jimin a pleading look. Like he could say no to his best friend. A few minutes later, Hoseok is squished in between Jimin and Taehyung in the front of the truck.
“Sorry about this, Hobi. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to ride with us.”
“It’s fine,” he replies quietly. “What is that stuff, anyway?”
“It’s his super special project,” Taehyung chuckles.
Jimin shoots his best friend a glare. “It’s for Namjoon’s birthday.”
“Oh really?” Hoseok asks curiously. “What’s in the boxes?”
“It’s stupid,” Jimin mumbles. Taehyung laughs loudly.
“He’s spent the better part of six months working on that damn gift. It’s not stupid at all.”
“It’s too much,” Jimin groans.
“You’re not the best at being subtle, though Namjoon hasn’t seemed to notice so maybe he’s an idiot too. C’mon Jimin, what’s in there?” Hoseok says as he playfully knocks their shoulders together.
“It’s my knitting. There’s a scarf in there and I’m working on a sweater. It’s almost done.”
“You still have a few months. That’s plenty of time.” Hoseok says reassuringly.
“I don’t even know if I’ll give it to him.”
“You should,” Taehyung responds with a smile. “I think he’ll really appreciate it all.”
Jimin hums to himself, unsure if Taehyung is right. He used Namjoon’s favorite colors, black, pink, and purple, but what if he hates it? What if the scarf, sweater, and picture frame really are too much?
At the very least, Hoseok is right. It’s June and Namjoon’s birthday isn’t until September. If he really hates the gifts that much, at least Jimin won’t see him around much during the winter.
Jimin makes it through the summer, just barely, without passing out when he sees Namjoon. It’s hard and he’s definitely had to take a few breaks to run into the fields and jog off his erection, but he makes it.
By the time Jungkook and Namjoon’s joint birthday party comes around, Hoseok and Taehyung are finally official.
“About time,” Jimin had told Taehyung, playfully shoving his shoulder. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s his soulmate. The two ranch hands had been dancing around each other since that movie night and Jimin was happy he’d no longer have to hear Taehyung whine about how cute Hoseok looked one day. Not that it stopped, but it morphed into “I’m going to suck his dick in the stables, I’ll be back.” Which was somehow easier on Jimin.
The Kim’s let them off early so they can go home and change and after squeezing himself into the outfit Taehyung picked out for him, Jimin was ready. He had finished the sweater and had wrapped the scarf, sweater, and picture frame carefully together in a neat little package for Namjoon.
“Damn. You really went all out, didn’t you?” Seokjin says, jaw on the floor as he takes in Jimin’s appearance.
“Tae picked this out,” Jimin replies, his cheeks blushing pink.
“He looks smoking hot, right?” Taehyung shouts from the bathroom, still applying his makeup.
“I kind of want to fuck him, and I have two amazing boyfriends!” Seokjin laughs back, twirling his finger in a circle signaling for Jimin to show off his assets. “I’m seriously this close to breaking up with my boyfriends on the youngest one's birthday so I can squeeze that ass.” Jimin laughs loudly, winking at Seokjin as he carefully picks up his birthday package from the couch. “What did you get Jungkookie?”
“I made him a beanie and bought him a pair of dorky sunglasses to match the ones you and Yoongi have.”
“That’s actually really sweet,” Seokjin hums.
“It’s because he wants to fuck Namjoon into next week and he figures if Jungkook likes him, he’ll be two steps closer to Namjoon’s ass.” Taehyung laughs as he comes out of the bathroom, his eyes now adorned with eyeliner and a pale pink eyeshadow.
“Jungkookie already loves you,” Seokjin chuckles. “I think the only thing keeping you from Namjoon’s ass is your fear of telling him to want to tap that.”
“He wants to marry that ass.”
“Shut the fuck up, Tae!” Jimin shouts, his face flushing hot.
“Cute,” Seokjin giggles, jumping up from the chair he had been sitting on and slipping on his shoes. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
An hour later, the three men are pulling into the Kim’s driveway. Jimin hasn’t been this nervous in a long time and he’s spent the entire drive overthinking his gifts. It’s a lot, right? You don’t spend a year learning how to knit just to give your bosses hot son a sweater, right? It’s overkill.
Right?
“Stop overthinking it, Minnie. He’s going to love it.” Taehyung whispers in his ear just as they reach the front door. It swings open before they can knock, a tired looking Mrs. Kim greeting them with a lazy smile.
“Finally! Namjoon and Jungkook won’t stop complaining that I didn’t let you all off in time,” she chuckles as she hurries them inside. She hurries them past the kitchen and into the living room and Jimin immediately spots an issue. There are two empty seats and Taehyung is currently plopping his ass into one of them, leaving Jimin next to Namjoon. Namjoon, who is sporting a pale green crop top and the tightest jeans Jimin has ever seen.
Fuck.
Less than ten minutes later, Namjoon leans over and whispers into Jimin’s ear “hey, can I show you something?” He nods and watches as Namjoon stands up from the couch. He extends his hand out to Jimin. “Come on,” he says with a smile.
He follows Namjoon through the small farmhouse and out the backdoor. Namjoon takes off in a run, laughing about something that Jimin hasn’t seemed to catch onto yet. He follows his friend eagerly, excited to see what has Namjoon in such a good mood. They run through the field, Namjoon a few steps ahead of Jimin the entire time. His mind wanders as they run and he can’t help but think about how pretty Namjoon would look, laying under the stars wrapped in his arms.
He doesn’t notice when Namjoon stops.
He plows into him, sending them rolling onto the ground as they both break out into a fit of giggles. “Did you have your eyes closed or something?” Jimin smiles.
“Was distracted.”
“By what?” Namjoon asks quietly, getting to his feet and brushing the dirt off his knees. Jimin feels his cheeks heating up (curse his ridiculous blushing) and decides to keep his mouth shut, instead reaching forward and wiping some dirt from Namjoon’s cheek. Neither man says anything, but Jimin watches as Namjoon’s smile grows wider. “Follow me, pretty boy.” Namjoon is quick to take Jimin’s hand and lead him just a few feet further and into the barn. As they approach the old, wooden ladder, Namjoon turns to Jimin. “Close your eyes.”
Jimin obeys. The last thing he sees is Namjoon’s sweet smile and honestly, what a fucking sight.
Namjoon helps him up the ladder and guides him around a few obstacles before they come to a stop. Jimin is pretty sure they’re at the back of the small second story, the path back here somewhat similar to him. He tends to spend his lunches up here more and more these days as Taehyung spends his lunches sucking Hoseok off somewhere in the fields.
“Open your eyes,” Namjoon practically whispers.
The sight before him is something he definitely hadn’t been expecting. There’s a small loveseat that’s been pushed against the wall with a blanket neatly folded on one side. The Kim’s old coffee table sits in front of it and there’s a small tv there.
“Want to watch a movie with me?” Jimin looks over at Namjoon to see the man looking incredibly small.
“I’d love to,” he all but whispers back.
The moment Jimin’s ass hits the cushion of the loveseat, Namjoon plops down next to him.
Not even on the other side of the couch.
Namjoon throws the blanket over their laps and snuggles into Jimin’s side.
Snuggles.
Jimin is being snuggled.
“You going to wrap your arm around me or sit here all tense like a two by four?” Jimin let’s out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding and drapes an arm around Namjoon, who sighs into the touch. Namjoon flips through a few movies on Netflix before clicking on something random. Jimin doesn’t care about what they’re watching; he only cares about how warm the man snuggling into his side is. Only cares about making sure Namjoon is comfortable, only cares about -
“Jimin?”
“Yeah?” Namjoon sits up a little and meets Jimin’s gaze.
“Can I kiss you?”
“W-what?” Namjoon giggles.
“Can I kiss you?” Jimin just nods dumbly and a moment later, Namjoon’s lips are pressed against his.
They’re like...perfect plump pillows.
When Namjoon pulls away a few seconds later, Jimin frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“Was that okay?”
“It was perfect.”
“Really?” Namjoon asks with a smile.
“Really.” Namjoon giggles and surges forward, capturing Jimin’s lips again but this time with more ferocity. The kiss heats up quickly and before a few minutes have passed, Namjoon crawls onto Jimin’s lap.
“Isn’t this too fast?”
“I’ve been wanting this for a long time,” Namjoon replies, his lips never leaving Jimin’s. “We can slow down if you want to.” Jimin is about to respond, but suddenly he feels Namjoon’s hands crawling under his shirt. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” Jimin chuckles into Namjoon’s mouth and moves his hands to Namjoon’s hips. Namjoon clumsily attempts to remove Jimin’s shirt, both men laughing at the shirt gets caught on one of Jimin’s earrings. “Sorry,” Namjoon chuckles.
“You’re pretty eager.”
“Want to see you naked.”
“Oh really?” Namjoon pulls his face back and gives Jimin what has to be the cutest pout of all time.
“It’s almost my birthday,” he whines.
“I already got you a gift. I got you three, in fact.”
“I bet they’re great but the gift I want the most is you.”
“That’s horrible cheesy,” Jimin laughs. Namjoon whines again, his pout growing in size. Jimin really wants to lean forward and kiss those gorgeous lips, but he refrains.
“Jimin, I really like you,” Namjoon whispers. Jimin takes a moment to respond, surprised by how vulnerable the man sounds.
“I like you too, baby. I just - I want to go on dates with you. I want to shower you with compliments and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I don’t want to be a one time fuck on some shitty couch.” Namjoon laughs, leaning forward and kissing Jimin’s nose.
“Then be my boyfriend,” he states matter-of-factly.
“What?”
“Be. My. Boyfriend.” Namjoon repeats, kissing Jimin’s nose after each word. “Take me on dates, shower me with compliments, treat me nice. Also fuck me on this couch. We can have it all,” he chuckles.
“Really?” Namjoon nods, grabbing a small package from next to the tv. He rips it open in front of Jimin, who laughs loudly when he sees the contents. “Damn baby, you came prepared.”
“That’s not all,” Namjoon smirks, crawling off Jimin’s lap. He turns away from Jimin and slowly unbuttons his jeans, slowly pulling them down and giving Jimin the perfect view of his completely naked ass. When he sees the green jewel sitting snug in Namjoon’s ass, he gasps.
“Holy fuck baby.”
“Do you like it?”
“You did this for me?”
“Y-yeah.” Jimin scoots forward, planting gentle kisses all over Namjoon’s ass.
“So fucking beautiful.” Namjoon giggles as he steps out of his jeans and turns around. Jimin is met with Namjoon’s cock, pretty and leaking. “Gorgeous,” he whispers as Namjoon pushes him against the back of the couch and eagerly removes Jimin’s jeans. It’s only another minute before they’re both completely naked in the barn, Jimin watching Namjoon slowly pull the pretty green plug from his ass.
When he climbs back onto Jimin’s lap, he hands Jimin the small bottle of lube.
“What is your safeword, baby?”
“Plan on choking me or something?” Jimin chuckles.
“Just want to make sure you feel good.”
“Skittles.”
“Skittles?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Cute,” Jimin replies as he pops the lube open and squeezes some onto two of his fingers. They slide into Namjoon’s tight hole easily. Jimin eats up the noises Namjoon makes, the pretty little moans and whines. He loves the way Namjoon whimpers and babbles as Jimin hits his prostate, rubbing the bundle of nerves every few thrusts.
“Just fuck me already,” Namjoon bites, leaning forward and capturing Jimin’s lips. Namjoon positions himself over Jimin’s erect cock and before Jimin can protest, the man is sinking down on him.
“Holy fuck,” Jimin moans. Namjoon is so fucking tight . Neither man says another word while Namjoon takes it slow, lifting himself up and taking a bit more of Jimin each time. When he finally bottoms out, both men surge forward. Their lips crashing together as Jimin rubs circles into Namjoon’s hips.
He won’t move until Namjoon says so.
He’s not sure how long they sit there, Jimin buried inside Namjoon as they makeout, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. It’s fucking hot .
It’s long enough for him to wonder if this is all Namjoon wants. To be filled.
He’s definitely into it. He’s not sure how long he’ll last, but if this is all Namjoon wants then Jimin will give him exactly that.
It’s at least another three minutes before Namjoon’s hips start to slowly roll.
It’s almost too much for Jimin.
He almost blows his load immediately.
...then he panics.
He pulls his head back and grips Namjoon’s hips tightly, stopping the beautiful man from rolling them again.
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he says fearfully.
“Good,” Namjoon groans as he swats Jimin’s hands away from his hips, allowing himself to roll forward again.
“Are you - we should have talked about this.” Namjoon stops then, his eyes popping open and looking at Jimin with concern.
“Oh fuck,” he grumbles. “I didn’t - I didn’t even ask. I’m so sorry.” Namjoon moves to get off Jimin, but his hands race forward, planting Namjoon down.
“I’m clean. If you’re okay with this, then so am I. Just thought maybe you thought that I put one on earlier.” Namjoon lets out a quiet giggle and rolls his hips forward again.
“You’re so thoughtful. Fuck. So adorable. I like you so much.” Namjoon leans forward, kissing Jimin’s nose for what feels like the hundredth time. “I’m clean too. Literally the cleanest. I want this. I want it with you. Only you. Always you, Jimin.” Namjoon moves his lips lower this time, capturing Jimin’s mouth in a gentle kiss that feels like it’s full of something . Something more.
He lets Namjoon go at his own pace, resisting the urge to fuck up into the gorgous man. Before long, he feels himself getting close to his climax. He’s a little bit embarrassed, if he’s being honest. He’s never cum so fast before, but Namjoon is something else entirely.
“Namjoon, baby. I’m close.”
“Me too,” Namjoon whines into his mouth. “Want you to fuck me now. Please.”
“Yeah baby?”
“Please,” Namjoon moans as he picks himself up and slams himself back down onto Jimin’s cock.
“Holy fuck,” Jimin groans. In a matter of seconds, he flips them around so Namjoon’s laying on the cushions and Jimin is leaning over him. “Ready baby?”
“Y-yes,” Namjoon stutters. Jimin is careful when he re-enters him, but Namjoon grows impatient quickly, trying to fuck back against Jimin’s cock. Jimin can’t help the way his hips buck harshly into Namjoon, fucking into him. The loud moan that rips itself from Namjoon’s throat is all the reassurance Jimin needs.
He glances down and watches as Namjoon’s ass sucks his cock in, watches Namjoon’s body react as he speeds up his thrusts. Namjoon’s loud chanting of “harder, faster” spur him on until he’s practically slamming into the beautiful man.
“Gunna -” Namjoon’s words are cut off as his orgasm hits him, a scream ripping from his throat. Jimin watches in awe as cum shoots from his cock, splashing onto his toned body and Jimin’s abs. Jimin slows down, but a quiet “don’t stop” from Namjoon’s puffy red lips and Jimin picks his pace back up. He leans down and slots his lips in with Namjoon’s, kissing his pretty boy through the rest of his orgasm.
His orgasm rips through him a few minutes later. Namjoon can’t seem to remember any words except Jimin’s name as fucks into him for the last time before slowly pulling out. He leans down and kisses Namjoon’s cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally his mouth before he reaches over and grabs his t-shirt.
“Leaving already?” Namjoon whispers, his voice full of anxiety and fear.
“Of course not, baby. Just need to clean you up, okay?” Namjoon nods, all the tension leaving his face immediately. “Do you want to cuddle afterwards? Go back to your party?”
“Cuddle.”
“Okay, baby. Whatever you want.” Jimin carefully wipes up everything he can from Namjoon’s body, taking great care in making sure everything leaking from his ass gets wiped up quickly. Once he’s sure that Namjoon is relatively clean, he snakes himself behind the farm boy and wraps him up in his arms. “Happy Birthday,” he whispers into Namjoon’s ear.
“This is all I wanted,” Namjoon smiles back, twisting his body so they’re laying face to face.
“Really?”
“Yes. Since the day I met you.” Jimin beams, his smile uncontrollable.
“I wanted you since the first time I saw you in that god forsaken crop top.”
“That was Jungkook’s idea,” Namjoon giggles. “He said it worked for him with Yoongi and he was pretty sure Seokjin was close to cracking. He said ‘men are weak for cute guys in crop tops, Joonie.’ Turns out, he was right.” Namjoon snuggles his face into Jimin’s chest, pressing light kisses into his collarbone.
“I’ll have to thank him later.”
A few minutes of comfortable silence pass by as Namjoon’s lips explore Jimin’s chest and shoulders. “What did you get me, any way?”
“Nothing too special,” Jimin replies quietly.
“That’s a lie.”
“No it’s not.” Namjoon giggles, wiggling his way up Jimin and puts their noses together.
“I heard Hoseokie talking to Seokjin about it.”
“No you didn’t.”
“You learned to knit for me?” Jimin groans, causing Namjoon to giggle and press a quick kiss to his lips. “Hey Jimin?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Take me on a date.”
“I’d love to.”
“Good. I’ll wear that cute sweater.”
When Jimin picks him up five days later, Namjoon is wearing the sweater.
Except he’s altered it into a sweater crop top.
I’m fucked , Jimin thinks as Namjoon climbs into his truck. Totally fucking whipped.
“How do I look?”
“Like the prettiest guy on the planet,” Jimin responds fondly, unbuckling his seat belt and leans over the center console to kiss Namjoon’s cheek. “You ready for our date, baby?”
“I’m ready to go anywhere with you,” Namjoon responds quietly.
Totally. Fucking. Whipped.