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Park Jimin is the most beautiful person that Jeon Jungkook has ever seen.  

And he’s saying that as a straight man. 

It’s hard not to think so when Jimin’s pink lips are so plump, when his hair always falls in perfect waves over the freckled skin of his cheekbones, when the brown of his eyes look like honey when the sunlight hits them just right, when his nose has a small bump that makes it look even more perfect, when he smells so clean, sweet, and manly all at the same time, when his body is lithe and yet so strong.

He also has the best ass Jungkook has ever seen. It’s perky and plump, and thanks to how often he jokingly slaps it, he also knows it’s firm.

But Jimin is not all looks.

He’s smart, kind, clingy, sweet, hard-working, stubborn, funny, hot-headed, sensitive, respectful, and so much more.

Jungkook would totally date him if he was a girl.

Which is why Jungkook doesn’t understand why Jimin’s girlfriend of two years dumped him.

Jimin doesn't understand it either.

He makes it obvious when he bursts into Jungkook’s bedroom without knocking and throws himself on his bed. 

“I just don’t know what I did wrong!” 

Jungkook doesn’t respond. He can’t when he has his hand down his pants and there is a very loud porn video playing on his laptop.

“W-What are you doing here? I thought you were at the gym and—”

“How is he bending her like that?” Jimin suddenly sits up behind him to take a look at the video Jungkook hasn’t paused yet. “Wait—I get it now. I think I can do it too—hey, Jungkook-ah, won’t you look at hyung?”

Jimin is twisted like a pretzel when he turns around and Jungkook’s dick twitches in his hand. That’s his cue to slam his laptop shut and rise from the bed.

“What are you doing?! I was busy!” 

“Don’t be embarrassed! Most people watch porn… But not as much as you. Why won’t you wear headphones and why do you watch every night? These walls are made out of pa—”

“Hyung!” 

It’s only been one year since he met Jimin, a publicist at the same publishing house where Jungkook now works as an illustrator, and yet this is the first time that Jungkook has ever yelled at him.

It’s been easy not to when Jungkook caught the biggest case of friend crush when he met Jimin on his first day of work.

Jungkook is sure that Jimin is his soulmate.

A platonic one of course.

So it was a no-brainer for Jungkook to invite Jimin to move in with him when his girlfriend kicked him out of their shared apartment without notice.

He hasn’t regretted it until now.

“You can’t just—!” Jungkook’s anger vanishes along with his erection the moment he sees the moisture in Jimin’s eyes. “I’ll go wash my hands and then you can tell me what happened, okay?”

Jimin takes a deep breath before speaking up. “Okay.”

Jungkook sighs before exiting his room and walking into the bathroom. He washes his hands and then splashes cold water over his flushed face.

He can’t believe Jimin caught him jerking off.

The weirdest part is how unbothered Jimin was. 

But he doesn’t have time to think about that right now. 

Jungkook makes a detour to grab a spoon and Jimin’s favorite ice cream tub before he walks back into his room.

“Look what I got,” Jungkook wriggles his eyebrows as he shakes the ice cream tub in his hand. 

The sight pulls a wet chuckle out of Jimin’s mouth. “You’re the worst. I was just at the gym.”

“Yeah. For like twenty minutes so it’s not like you did much anyway.”

Jimin sits up on the bed with a frown. “Touché.”

Jungkook grins before sitting down next to Jimin. “Eat up and tell me what happened.”

Jimin sighs before diving into the ice cream. Jungkook watches him eat patiently. He loves watching Jimin eat.

“I was doing my warm-ups and then I checked Instagram and she—” his voice breaks. “She’s dating someone else,” Jimin disguises his sniffle with a stab at his ice cream. “You know what’s the worst part? The fucking caption. Look.”

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it to show Jungkook the screen.

Jungkook can’t hide his grimace when he reads the caption:

Celebrating our 3 month anniversary😍 #love #dinner #romance #couples #goals

The cringey caption is accompanied by a selfie of Jimin’s ex-girlfriend with who seems to be her new boyfriend. They seem to be having a candle-lit dinner that would make Jungkook run for the hills.

“You’re way hotter than him,” Jungkook easily tells him. “He’s a five at best. You’re a twenty—”

“They’ve been together for three months!” Jimin places the ice cream tub on his nightstand to slap his hand on the mattress. “We’ve been broken up for four months! She only started dating him a month after we broke up!”

“Even I know that’s too quick,” Jungkook agrees. “Do you think she might have been cheating on you?” 

Jimin’s expression changes from sad to angry. “Haein would never cheat on me. She’s not that type of person.”

“Are you sure of that?” Jungkook frowns. “Because—“

”Can we not?” Jimin cuts him off. “I don’t wanna think about that possibility. It’d only make me feel worse.”

”What do you wanna do then?”

”Can you just hold me?”

Jungkook pounces so fast that they end up falling onto the bed. Jimin’s amused giggles die quickly after, so Jungkook hugs him tighter, selfishly breathing in the scent of his cologne and enjoying the warmth of his body under his.

Jungkook hates that this is all he can do for him. He hates Haein and wishes Jimin would have never met her. He only met her a few times and he never liked her. It’s clear his intuition was right when she blamed the whole breakup on him, kicked him out of their apartment without notice, and now he knows she might have been cheating on Jimin.

He also hates that there is nothing he can do or say to make Jimin feel better. Jungkook has never been in love or dated anyone. He’s never been interested in anything other than casual sex and he doesn’t even do that anymore. Jimin might be right when he says he has a problem because Jungkook has had a better time with his right hand than with all the girls he has slept with.

“Can you pass me the ice cream?”

“Okay,” Jungkook reluctantly stops their cuddle session to grab the ice cream tub. “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

To Jungkook’s utter delight, Jimin decides to re-watch The Notebook for the millionth time.

Jungkook doesn’t mind though. Being by Jimin’s side is worth it.

Cuddling in bed, watching a movie, and taking turns with the spoon to share a whole tub of pistachio ice cream.

In Jungkook’s humble opinion, this is so much better than sex.

“Taehyungie set me up with someone.”

“What?” Jungkook turns to Jimin with a shocked expression on his face. “W-With who?”

“It’s a blind date. I dunno,” Jimin sucks the spoon into his mouth with a thoughtful expression on his face. Jungkook can’t help following the movement of Jimin’s tongue on the spoon and the way the fat of his bottom lip spills over the edge of it. “Do you think I should go?”

“No,” Jungkook is quick to reply. “You aren’t ready. It’s only been four months—”

“Only four months?” Jimin scoffs. “Yeah, I’m going.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw. “Why would you ask me if you’re going to do what you want?”

“It’s called asking for an opinion. It doesn’t mean I’ll do what you want.”

“Fine then,” Jungkook rolls his eyes before lying back down. He still sticks close to Jimin though. He’s always cold and Jimin is always warm.

“Fine.”

They watch the movie in tense silence until Jungkook’s stomach growls.

“I’m hungry… Do you want kimchi stew for dinner?”

“I love you so much!” Jimin rises from the bed to leave a loud kiss on Jungkook’s cheek. “I’ll shower now so I can eat it warm. Do you think it’ll be done by then?”

“Yes,” Jungkook’s cheek is tingling when he nods. “Go shower. You stink—”

“No, I don’t!” Jimin scoffs. “I didn’t even work out!”

“Just go,” Jungkook can’t hide his endeared smile as he watches Jimin walk away. 

“You’re the best!”

Jungkook exits his bedroom as soon as Jimin locks himself in the bathroom. Then he starts cooking the quickest kimchi stew of his life.

He’s sweating and has a bandaid wrapped around his index finger by the time it’s done, but the smile on Jimin’s face when he sees his comfort food on the dining table is worth it.

Jimin only notices the bandaid when they’re halfway through their meal. 

“What happened, baby?” his eyes widen in alarm when he grabs Jungkook’s hand. “Did you cut yourself?”

“It was nothing. It just happened when I was slicing the onions,” Jungkook doesn’t attempt to pull his hand away. He loves holding Jimin’s hands. They are so soft and small, unlike his which are big and full of callouses from spending the past twenty-four years of his life drawing.

Or at least that’s what his mother says he was doing in her womb. It’s a nicer way of saying he was a kicker.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup. It was pretty shallow and—" Jungkook’s smile falls off his face when Jimin grabs his finger and leaves a small kiss over the bandaid.

“Just in case,” Jimin smiles before putting his hand down. “This might be your best kimchi stew yet. Was the secret ingredient your blood?”

“Maybe,” Jungkook chuckles nervously before going back to his food.

Jungkook doesn’t think that he’ll ever get used to how touchy Jimin is.

Jungkook has never been touchy, and even though he got used to Jimin’s hugs when they first became friends, living with him is a whole different story. 

Jimin cuddles Jungkook whenever he’s feeling down, hugs him from behind when he wants attention, and goes as far as kissing his cheek when Jungkook does something extra nice for him.

He knows it’s nothing special though. Jimin acts the same way with his childhood best friend Taehyung.

When they are done eating, Jimin grabs their plates and takes them to the kitchen. Jungkook knows that’s his cue to turn the music on and to pour wine into their matching wine glasses. 

The wine glasses are one of the gifts Jimin got him for his latest birthday. The glasses have sharks inside so it looks like they’re swimming in a pool of blood when they are drinking wine. It was a witty gift since Jungkook loves sharks and thinks they are misunderstood. Jimin calls him cute every time Jungkook goes off on a rant about them.

But Jungkook thinks Jimin is cuter.

He thinks so as he watches Jimin take breaks from washing the dishes to sip his wine without stopping the sway of his hips. He looks happy and relaxed as he moves his body to the rhythm of the music.

That’s all Jungkook wants for him.

He tells him when they are lying in Jimin’s bed to sleep. Jimin is sad tonight.

“All I want is for you to be happy,” Jungkook whispers. “So you need to let go. You need to move on.”

“I know you’re right, but you have to understand it’s hard for me not to get upset when I thought Haein was going to be my wife one day, Jungkook.”

Jungkook tenses at the mention of marriage. That’s something he never wants to do.

“I’m not saying it isn’t hard.”

“I know,” Jimin whispers. “What I’m saying is—we were together for two years and she’s the only girlfriend I’ve ever had. She was my first love, so it’s just—I swear I’m doing better. I actually think I am finally over her. It just hurts to know I didn’t mean that much to her.”

“Hyung—”

“Let’s just sleep or we’ll be late for work.”

Jungkook sighs. “Okay. Goodnight.”

Jimin doesn’t reply.

🌈

The only downside of having Jimin moving in with him was sharing the single bathroom. 

But of course Jimin and Jungkook managed to figure that out.

The next morning, Jungkook showers while Jimin brushes his teeth, all while having a random conversation. Jungkook exits the shower wrapped in a towel and then Jimin hops in without stopping their conversation. Jungkook hums with his toothbrush in his mouth to show him he’s listening.

The only thing that they aren’t comfortable doing is being naked in front of each other, but as an artist, Jungkook has a very active imagination, so of course he’s imagined what Jimin’s naked body looks like under the towel he has wrapped around his hips more than once.

Jungkook has always been too curious for his own good.

Jimin has a black NEVERMIND tattoo on his ribs, moon phases trailing down his spine, and then smaller tattoos over his arms and behind his ears. He has a small frame, but he works out to keep his muscles toned and his ass thick. 

He also has the prettiest eyes that Jungkook has ever seen.

“You’re zoning out,” Jimin blows on his ear to bring him back. “Hurry.”

Jimin and Jungkook only part ways to get dressed. 

What’s Jimin’s room now used to be Jungkook’s home office. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to give it up when Jimin couldn’t find a place to live with such short notice.

He was also the only one of his friends who had the space. Taehyung has four cats and Jimin is very allergic. Namjoon lives with his fiancé, Seokjin lives with his wife, and Hoseok and Yoongi share a ridiculously tiny apartment.

The seven of them are very good friends now, but Jungkook didn’t have many friends before he met Jimin. Sure, he still hung out with his college friends every couple of months, but those were his closest relationships besides his family.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad for Jungkook to break the copy machine on his first day. Jimin helped him fix it and then invited him to go out for lunch with him and Taehyung. After that, it became a tradition for them to have lunch together, and a couple of months after that Jimin pitied him enough to invite him out for drinks with the rest of his friends.

Jimin has always been Jungkook’s favorite, but they weren’t this close until they became roommates.

It’s the best and happiest decision Jungkook has ever made.

“I’m ready,” Jimin announces when he exits his room.

“I was ready first,” Jungkook rises from the couch to take a better look at Jimin. He’s wearing black slacks, a light blue button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, and his famous black Chelsea boots. His office outfits are always simple, but Jimin can make anything look stunning.

Especially when his ass looks amazing in those pants. 

“Your bangs are all weird,” Jimin chuckles before walking to stand in front of Jungkook. He bites his lip as he fixes the wavy strands of his wolfcut and Jungkook’s eyes cross as he counts the freckles on his cheeks. “There,” he pulls back with a smile that quickly turns into a pout. “How can you pull off every hairstyle? You’re too handsome.”

Jimin is not lying.

Jungkook enjoys going to the gym to keep his biceps, thighs, and pectorals thick and toned. He’s the very proud owner of an eight-pack, a colorful tattoo sleeve on his left arm, and a total of twelve piercings in his ears, one barbell in his eyebrow, and two rings in his bottom lip. 

So, yes, Jungkook knows he’s attractive, but receiving compliments from Jimin, the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, is a totally different league.

“I know,” Jungkook winks in an attempt to hide the blush on his cheeks. “Now please wipe your drool so we can get going—”

“Hey!”

Jimin and Jungkook bicker the whole walk to their favorite cafe. They buy ridiculously sweet croffles and very bitter iced americanos before running to the subway station. They chat about mindless things and munch on their food the whole ride to the office. Jungkook doesn’t know how they never run for things to talk about. 

That’s why they get along so well though.

Jimin and Jungkook only part ways once they arrive at the office and that is only because they work in different departments. That doesn’t stop them from messaging each other ridiculous stickers on Teams though.

“Jungkook-ah.”

“Fuck!” Jungkook jumps in his seat when he feels a hand on his shoulder. His surprise turns into a glare when he turns and finds Taehyung laughing at his surprise. “You’re unbelievable. I messed up my drawing—”

“Oh, please, it’s the 21st century! You just have to hit undo,” Taehyung reaches over to hit the undo button on Jungkook’s tablet. Now the dragon doesn’t look dead anymore.

Which is a good thing when he’s illustrating a children’s book.

“Still—”

“Hush,” Taehyung flicks his ear. “I’ll make it up to you by paying for your lunch. Jiminie and I wanna have sushi.”

“We had sushi last week!”

“It’s Jimin’s turn this week and he also wants sushi so you'll have to suck it up,” he shrugs with a smirk. “You can get back to us when it’s your turn. Now let’s go ‘cause I’m starving.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

But that doesn’t stop Taehyung and Jungkook from play-fighting the whole walk to the elevators. Jimin is waiting for them when they arrive and not even the exasperated smile on his face stops Jungkook from pinching Taehyung.

They end up going to a Japanese restaurant they’ve never been to before instead of their usual sushi place. Jungkook only realizes why when he sees how diverse the menu is.

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispers to Jimin once the server places a hot serving of chicken curry in front of him. He told Jimin he was craving curry a couple of days ago and of course he remembered.

“You’re welcome, baby,” Jimin bumps his shoulder against his before popping a sushi roll into his mouth.

The three of them chat about random things as they eat their food. Even though the seven of them get along well and hang out often, Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung are the closest since they work together and are the youngest of the group. 

“So,” Taehyung slams his hands on the table when they’re all done eating. “Your date with Yunhee is tomorrow. Are you excited?”

Jungkook turns to look at Jimin immediately. He totally forgot about the date.

“Where are you guys going?”

“We’re having lunch together,” Jimin shrugs. “And then we’ll walk around the park to talk some more. It sounds relaxing enough.”

“Do you mean boring? And what if this girl is a psycho or—?”

“Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung reaches over to slap Jungkook’s head. “It will not be boring. Yunhee is my favorite barista and she’s one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met. I think Jiminie will like her.”

“But you aren’t ready—”

“But I am,” Jimin turns to look at him with a frown. “I am over Haein. Last night I was just hurt and I think that’s normal considering we were together for so long, but that’s in the past now and I wanna move on. I wanna date someone and be happy. Can’t you support that?”

It takes everything in Jungkook not to say no.

“Of course I can,” Jungkook lies.

Jimin’s date is all Jungkook thinks about for the rest of the day. 

It’s hard not to when it’ll be his shoulder Jimin will cry on when the date goes wrong.

It takes everything in Jungkook not to tell him as they have dinner at their favorite convenience store. Jimin is stuffing his face and his lips are even more swollen than usual thanks to the spicy ramen.

Jimin eats a lot when he’s nervous.

But Jungkook doesn’t point it out.

“I’m beat,” Jimin sighs after he downs the last bit of soup in the cup. “My eyes are so dry I’m worried they’ll fall out or something.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Jungkook grins when he sees Jimin’s pout. The shitty convenience store lighting somehow brings out the moles in Jimin’s face and of course Jungkook counts them before speaking again. He’s an artist; it’s his job to notice these things. “But I get it. Let’s go home so you can sleep.”

“Good idea.”

Jimin and Jungkook don’t talk on the way home.

But they don’t need to.

They live in a tiny, but comfortable apartment in Hongdae, and even though the walk back home is more of a hike, Jungkook loves how busy and alive the streets always are.

“Goodnight!” Jimin shouts as soon as they enter the apartment. 

Guess they aren’t cuddling tonight then.

“Goodnight,” Jungkook hides his disappointed expression by locking himself in the bathroom.

Then he splashes cold water on his face.

The water is so cold that Jungkook gasps as he looks at his reflection in the mirror. Even his hair is dripping.

But he needed it.

It was either that or asking Jimin to cuddle. Jungkook can’t help it when he sleeps so much better with Jimin in his arms.

But Jimin doesn’t need him tonight. 

🌈

Jungkook stays up all night worrying about Jimin’s disastrous date.

That’s how good of a friend he is.

Jimin is still sleeping when he exits his room, clearly not as worried as Jungkook is, but Jungkook still makes enough coffee for both of them.

He drinks it as he gets ready for the gym and then munches on a banana the whole walk to the subway station. 

When Jungkook arrives at the gym, he listens to his workout playlist to get in the mood, and yet his anxiety stays present the whole eighty minutes he works out.

Jungkook decides to stop by Yoongi and Hoseok’s apartment instead of going home. Yoongi and Hoseok live nearby and they aren’t as busy as Namjoon and Seokjin, so Jungkook hangs out at their place sometimes. Hoseok makes him laugh and Yoongi always lets him do whatever he wants.

When Jungkook rings the bell, Hoseok happily lets him into his apartment, and Yoongi wordlessly adds another serving of noodles to the beef japchae he’s cooking for lunch.

The three of them end up eating together and watching a horror movie in the living room.

“Shit!” Hoseok startles when he hears Jungkook’s ringtone. “Why the hell is your ringtone someone screaming?!”

“Who said it was my phone?” Jungkook’s teasing makes Hoseok’s face turn white as a sheet. He’s too much of a scaredy cat and yet he insisted he could handle the movie.

“That’s not fucking funny!”

Classroom Idea by Seo Taji and Boys stops playing when Jungkook answers the call. There is a selfie of him and Jimin making ridiculous faces that Jungkook stares at until he gathers the courage to place the phone on his ear.

“Hello—?”

“Why aren’t you here?” Jimin whines. “I haven’t decided on an outfit yet! I need your help!”

“You know Taehyungie hyung is better than me with that stuff,” Jungkook laughs awkwardly. “FaceTime him. He’ll be more helpful than I will.”

“I called and he didn’t pick up!”

“So I’m your second option?” Jungkook jokes to try to hide his hurt. “Wow—”

“Not true. I was gonna call you anyway! Who’s gonna give me a good luck hug? Are you coming soon? Maybe if you leave the hyungs’ apartment now—”

“Stop checking my location like a creep!”

“You can make it here and— ”

“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupts him. “You don’t need me there. You’ll do great.”

Jimin stays silent for a while. “You think so?”

“I know so. Now finish getting ready and text me before you leave.”

“Okay,” Jimin sighs. “Thank you and—I lied. I already chose my outfit. I just wanted to hear your voice at least. Why would you leave me alone?”

Jungkook’s stomach feels all fluttery now. Looks like the food didn’t settle well

“You’ll do great,” he reassures him. “Have fun.”

“Fine,” Jimin sighs. “See you later.”

“Bye.”

Jungkook comes back home one hour after Jimin texts him that he left for his date. He then spends the next few hours drinking beer on the couch and playing video games. 

Jungkook is drunk by the time Jimin arrives home. That’s why he thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees him.

He blinks a couple of times before speaking up.

“Is your hair blonde?!”

“There was a hair salon near the park we were supposed to take a walk in,” Jimin huffs before sitting next to him and stealing a sip of his beer. “But of course we didn’t make it that far. Lunch was so fucking awkward that I ran away as soon after I paid.”

“You’re blonde,” Jungkook can’t pay attention to Jimin’s words when he looks so… Hot.

“Is it crazy? I’m crazy,” Jimin hides his face in his hands. “I just—I dunno. I’ve always wanted to try it and Haein didn’t want me to—do I look weird? Be honest,” he takes his hands off his face to make eye contact.

Jungkook can’t be honest.

He can’t tell Jimin that the dirty blonde brings out the freckles on his cheeks, that his eyes look pretty even when they’re full of tears, and that his lips look so raw and dark from all the biting that they remind him of strawberry bonbons.

Jungkook loves strawberries.

“You look great,” Jungkook opts to say that instead of the truth. It would be weird to tell him looks so beautiful that his heart skipped a beat when he saw him. “I mean it.”

“Really?” Jimin pouts. 

“Yup,” Jungkook turns away from him to take a long sip of his beer. “But what happened? You didn’t like her?” he asks without looking at him.

“I did. She was funny, kind, pretty,” he sighs. “But I was an awkward mess the whole time. I think I forgot how to date.”

“I’m sure you were just nervous,” Jungkook turns to give him an awkward smile. “Want a beer?”

“Yes, please. I need to get drunk to forget my horrible date.”

“On it!”

Jimin and Jungkook drink beer and play video games until they are too drunk to focus anymore.

Jungkook is on the verge of falling asleep on the couch when Jimin speaks up.

“I didn’t think my night would end up like this.”

Jungkook turns to look at him and finds Jimin leaning his head back with his eyes closed. Jungkook watches his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows.

“How?”

“She was really beautiful,” Jimin opens his eyes without turning to look at Jungkook. “And I could tell she was attracted to me too. Like at the beginning, I even thought we’d have sex right after.”

“Oh?”

“It’s just been so long,” he sighs before turning to look at Jungkook. “How long has it been for you?”

“Nearly a year I think.”

“A year?! How have you made it that far?!” Jimin looks scandalized. “It’s been nearly six months for me and I’m horny all the time!”

“I just—” Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s blushing. “It was a lot of trouble for me since I was sleeping around. The chasing, exchanging test results, talking about boundaries, sneaking out in the morning… It got tiring.”

“It sounds like it,” Jimin bites his lip. “It’s so much easier when you’re just with one person. Especially if you love them.”

“Why?” Jungkook can’t hide his curiosity. He has never slept with the same person twice. He lost his virginity at a college party bathroom and even then he parted ways with the girl as soon as they were done.

“You don’t have to worry about tests if you’re exclusive. You should still get tested together from time to time though,” Jimin explains. “You don’t have to do the chasing or boundary talk that often. You start reading their body and knowing what they want without asking.”

“What do you like?” Jungkook can’t stop himself from asking. “In bed.”

Jimin seems to be just as drunk as he is when he turns to look at him with a lazy smirk. “I like having my hair pulled.”

Jungkook pulls his hoodie over his crotch the moment he feels his dick twitch. He guesses it’s a normal reaction though. They’re talking about sex and it’s just been him and his hand for the past year. 

“Especially when I’m giving head,” Jimin unnecessarily adds. “I like it when they are really loud. And I also love foreplay. I love making them cum before I slip inside and they’re so wet I can hear it every time I move.”

Jungkook would’ve never thought that Jimin had such a dirty mouth. He always looked so pristine with his ironed shirts and slacks.

“Hyung—”

“Don’t you like that too?” Jimin’s eyes are half-lidded when he turns to look at Jungkook. 

His eyes remind Jungkook of a siren. Maybe that’s why his heart is racing in his chest and his dick is throbbing in his pants.

“Yeah,” Jungkook’s whole body feels warm when he nods. “O-Of course I do.”

“What about you—?”

“I’m sleepy,” Jungkook rises from the couch to hide his growing erection. “Goodnight. Bye!”

Jungkook is half-hard by the time he closes his bedroom door.

He’s quick to grab the lube in his drawer and the laptop on his nightstand. He makes sure to grab his earplugs and doesn’t waste time before clicking on his favorite porn website.

Jungkook jerks himself off to full hardness as he watches a random man fuck a girl in doggy style. That’s Jungkook’s favorite position. Even better when it’s anal.

Jungkook wonders if Jimin has ever done anal.

The thought of Jimin doesn’t startle Jungkook at all. On the contrary, he jerks himself off faster, imagining that Jimin is the one fucking the girl.

Because Jimin likes getting his hair pulled, he likes when his partner is loud, he likes giving head, he likes it wet, he likes making his partner feel good.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook covers his crotch with a blanket when Jimin walks into his room. “Again?!”

“Can I watch too?”

Jungkook expects Jimin to say he’s joking, but when his face stays serious, he nods.

Jimin sits next to him and pulls the earplugs out of the laptop. Then he presses play and loud moans fill the silence in the room.

Jungkook is frozen.

And yet his dick is still very hard and throbbing in his hand.

He doesn’t know what they’re doing. His sober self would’ve run away by now.

Maybe it’s a good thing they are both wasted. Maybe they won’t remember this tomorrow.

“I haven’t watched porn in years,” Jimin mumbles next to him. “I stopped after Haein and I got together.”

Jungkook only hums in response. He feels too awkward to speak.

So he doesn’t.

They watch the video in uncomfortable silence until Jungkook hears the rustle of clothes.

He can’t believe his eyes when he turns and finds Jimin palming himself through his pants. His swollen mouth is hanging open as he stares at the screen and touches himself like he can’t help it.

Jungkook is jerking off again before he realizes what he’s doing.

And then he can’t stop.

He can’t take his eyes off Jimin either.

Unlike Jimin who never takes his eyes off the screen. He’s so aroused by the sight of the girl being fucked into the mattress that the bulge in his pants looks painful now.

“I-I have some—” Jungkook grabs his lube and offers it to Jimin before he can’t stop himself. “If you want.”

“Thanks.”

Jungkook breaks eye contact to look back at the screen.

He keeps jerking off under the blanket, but now he’s hyper-aware of the warmth of Jimin’s body next to him, of the squelching sound of his small hand wrapped around himself, of the creaking of the bed that is nearly drowning out the loud clap of skin and grunts coming from his laptop.

“Ah.”

Jungkook can’t stop himself from turning to look at Jimin when he hears him.

The sight of Jimin’s cock pulls a whimper from Jungkook’s mouth.

But not even that is enough to make Jimin lose focus.

Which is good when Jungkook can’t look away.

He can’t when Jimin’s hand, which he always made fun of, is wrapped around his glistening cock and moving up and down so fast that the squelching is now ringing in his ears. 

Jungkook has never seen Jimin’s dick before and it’s nothing like he expected. His pubic hair is neatly trimmed, and his dick is pretty, because of course Jimin is the only person who can make dicks pretty, and it’s also long, thick, but the head is even thicker. The pink head looks so much like a bubblegum lollipop that Jungkook’s mouth waters at the thought of sucking it into his mouth. 

“Hm, fuck.”

It’s clear Jimin doesn’t realize how loud he’s being when he’s so lost in his pleasure. He’s biting his lip to try to hide his moans and even then Jungkook can hear his ragged breathing.

Jungkook is not any better.

He’s so aroused that he doesn’t question why he can’t take his eyes off Jimin. He just jerks himself faster and tightens his grip around himself, chasing the warmth in the pit of his belly and the throbbing of his cock, the feeling of release.

“ Oh, shit, shit—ah, fuck!”

Jimin is loud when he cums.

He throws his head back with his eyes closed and doesn’t stop jerking himself off even as he spills all over himself.

Jungkook is cumming before he can stop himself.

And even then he doesn’t stop staring at Jimin. He rides his orgasm following a drop of sweat sliding down Jimin’s sharp jaw.

His own jaw drops when he sees Jimin take his shirt off.

Jungkook realizes why when he sees him using the shirt to clean himself up. 

Jimin’s face is flushed pink and his blonde hair is sticking to his sweaty skin when he turns to look at Jungkook. “I’ll go to bed now. I’m beat.”

“Goodnight,” is all Jungkook can manage to say. He didn’t sleep well the night before, he’s drunk, and his orgasm has made him drowsy. He can barely keep his eyes open.

Jimin walks out of his room without looking back.

Jungkook only notices the video ended when he turns to look at the laptop and sees his reflection staring back at him. He wonders when the video ended and if Jimin noticed he was staring at him the whole time.

But he’s too tired and drunk to think about that right now.

Jungkook cleans himself up and falls asleep two minutes later.

🌈

Jungkook is sure that last night was a dream when he wakes up.

Because how the hell could that have been real?

“Good morning,” Jimin greets Jungkook when the latter exits his room. Jungkook is hungover and he knows his hair is a mess by the way Jimin is trying to hold his laugh. “I’ll make coffee.”

Jungkook gives Jimin a tense smile before locking himself in the bathroom. He washes up in record time before he exits the bathroom with a towel over his shoulders.

He towel-dries his hair with one hand and uses the other one to grab the coffee cup Jimin offers him when he’s back.

Jimin seems to be in a good mood today. He’s humming as he looks down at the busy streets of Hongdae from their balcony.

“It’s too early for that many people to be outside,” Jungkook keeps his eyes on Jimin while he speaks. He needs to figure out if last night was a dream or not.

“It’s eleven in the morning,” Jimin turns to look at him with an amused smile. His newly dyed blonde hair is a fluffy mess over his head and it’s taking everything in Jungkook not to touch it. “Seokjin hyung and Dahyun noona invited us over. Didn’t you check the group chat?”

“I just woke up. Not everyone checks their phone first thing in the morning,” Jungkook teases, and Jimin playfully sticks his tongue out in response. Jimin looks so cute that Jungkook avoids telling him that his phone battery died over the night. “Let’s hurry then.”

Jimin and Jungkook get ready in record time before they leave for Seokjin and Dahyun’s house. The couple met in culinary school and have only been married for a couple of months now. They dated for five years before they got married though.

Jungkook can’t imagine being with someone for that long.

Jungkook mentions it to Jimin when they get off the train and start walking to their house. 

“Why?” Jimin turns to look at him with a frown. “When you’re in love with someone you want to be with them forever.”

Maybe that’s why. Jungkook is twenty-four years old and he doesn’t think he’s ever even had a crush on someone before.

“Won’t you get tired of them though?”

Jungkook realizes he said the wrong thing when he sees a frown form on Jimin’s face.

“I guess.”

“Hyung—”

“Welcome to our humble abode!” Seokjin’s loud voice interrupts their conversation when he opens the front door for them. “Wait—you’re blonde?!”

Seokjin and Dahyun are chefs and just opened up their own restaurant. They make enough money to live in a wealthy neighborhood and have a beautiful house with a pool that Jungkook loves.

He can’t appreciate it when Jimin is so upset that he isn’t even smiling while Dahyun and Seokjin compliment his new hair.

“You guys got here first to help,” Dahyun pretends to be emotional. She’s just like Seokjin. “That’s so sweet of you!”

Jimin and Jungkook join Dahyun and Seokjin in the kitchen and have a light conversation as they drink wine and cook together.

Jungkook knows Jimin is still sad though.

He bumps their hips together as soon as Dahyun and Seokjin leave to open the door for the rest of their friends.

“Pepper for your thoughts?” Jungkook teasingly offers Jimin a red bell pepper slice. 

“I’m okay,” he shrugs, still chewing on the pepper, but his aggressive dicing tells Jungkook otherwise.

“Hyung, you know I’m just a player, right? That’s why I said that,” Jungkook cringes at the word he used to describe himself. “A Casanova, playboy, fuckboy, whatever you wanna call it. I'm in the wrong, not you.”

Jimin snorts. “A playboy who hasn’t had sex in a year?”

Jungkook tenses when Jimin mentions that. They talked about that before Jungkook passed out and had that weird sex dream.

Because there is no way that he and Jimin watched porn together last night… Right?

“It’s more of a mindset,” Jungkook needs to lighten things up or they’ll go down a rabbit hole he can’t deal with right now. “I don’t think I’ll ever date. I don’t wanna tie myself down to anyone because I like my freedom and I think having sex with the same person is boring. But that’s probably because I’m physically and emotionally unable to love someone.” 

Jimin turns to look at him with a frown. “Do you really believe that?”

“Yes,” Jungkook keeps his face indifferent. He doesn’t want to let Jimin know how sad it makes him feel sometimes.

Because Jungkook feels lonely.

He’s never liked anyone enough to date them and the idea of marrying and having kids makes him feel sick. Knowing he’s going to die alone with cats that will probably eat his corpse doesn’t make him feel better either.

Jimin has helped with the loneliness though. Living with him has made Jungkook happier so he wants to do the same thing for him.

“But that’s because there’s something wrong with me. Most people aren’t like this. You aren’t like this and I’m sure that someday you’ll find someone who’ll love you and never let you go.”

They look at each other for a while. 

“Thanks, baby,” Jimin’s full lips curve into a soft smile. “There’s nothing wrong with you though. You just—”

“Stop right there!”

Jungkook catches Jimin off guard and starts tickling him. Jimin tries to run away, but Jungkook grabs him by the waist and tickles his abs, unable to hold his laughter as Jimin yells and kicks.

Their friends find them wrestling on the floor when they walk into the kitchen. Jimin is now frozen on top of him with his wrists firmly held by Jungkook.

Seokjin sighs. “I should’ve known better than leaving you two alone in the kitchen.”

The rest of the afternoon is fun.

Seokjin, Dahyun, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Bora, Namjoon’s fiancé and Dahyun’s best friend, have lunch together out on the patio. They make the effort to meet at least once a week due to their work schedules and busy adult lives.

But Jungkook is the youngest.

Maybe that’s why Jimin only rolls his eyes when Jungkook imitates his voice or repeats what he says to tease him. He just stuffs Jungkook’s mouth with food whenever he gets tired of his antics.

Jungkook jumps into the pool as soon as he’s done eating even when Jimin warns him about cramps. Jimin worriedly sits by the pool with his feet dipped in the water to make sure that Jungkook doesn’t drown while they aren’t watching. Jungkook settles with standing between his legs and opening his mouth so Jimin feeds him Doritos.

By the time Jungkook is full of Doritos, he is also bored, so he drags a shrieking Jimin into the pool with him quickly after. 

“You’re so annoying!” Jimin gasps when he breaks out the surface. Jungkook doesn’t release his grip around his waist to make sure he’s okay. He’s not that much of an asshole. “Now I’m all wet!”

Jungkook can’t stop smiling when Jimin looks so cute when he’s angry. “You look like a wet kitten.”

Their friends join them after a while and have many rounds of chicken fights. Jungkook holds Jimin on his shoulders and the latter defeats Yoongi, Dahyun, Hoseok, and Bora.

Jimin thanks Jungkook by kissing his wet hair and Jungkook only squeezes his firm thighs in response. It’s hard to think when Jimin’s dick is pressed to the back of his head. A dick he might have seen last night.

Jimin doesn’t make things better when he finally takes his wet shirt off. It reminds Jungkook of when he came all over himself and used his shirt to clean up. His wet hair and even wetter body also remind him of how sweaty he got while he was jerking off.

Jungkook avoids looking at Jimin for too long after that. It’s for the best when Jimin is shirtless and there is a happy trail leading to his swim trunks that reminds Jungkook that he’s not clean shaved, but trimmed instead and that everything about Jimin is small but his lips, his ass, and his dick.

It also reminds him that Jimin’s dick is dark, but the head is the same color as his lips, and that it was so wet last night that Jungkook thought about licking it.

So yeah. It must’ve been a dream because there is no way Jungkook would ever have those thoughts about another man.

“A Dorito for your thoughts?” Jimin brings him back by offering him a single Dorito and a playful smile.

That smile would disappear if Jimin knew what he was thinking. 

“No, thanks,” Jungkook forces a smile on his lips. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

🌈

Jungkook spends the following week thinking about the dream.

It’s so bad that he doesn’t have any actual dreams.

Because he doesn’t sleep.

The fact that Jimin is in such a good mood that he’s sleeping by himself is not helping either. Jungkook misses cuddling him. 

He’s glad that at least one of them is doing well though. Jimin doesn’t seem bothered about the failed date or the fact that his ex might have been cheating on him anymore.

It makes Jungkook feel proud. It looks like Jimin did get over his ex and was just feeling lonely.

“I wanna go clubbing,” Jimin breaks the silence of their walk back home. “I haven’t been in ages. Are you up for it?”

Jungkook turns to look at him with a surprised expression. Jimin didn’t club much before. “Uh, sure?”

“Tonight?” Jimin stops in the middle of the sidewalk to give him an excited smile. “I don’t remember the last time I went clubbing and I need it! I wanna dance and drink and—”

“Isn’t tonight kind of last minute? The rest of the guys might not be available—”

“I’ll ask them! If not, then you and I can go, right?”

Jungkook tenses. He doesn’t want to be alone with Jimin at a club when he can’t stop thinking about his dick. 

“We just got off work and I’m tired. How about tomorrow or—?”

“No!” Jimin whines. “I wanna go tonight! Pretty please?” Jimin holds his hands together and pouts while batting his eyelashes at him.

Jungkook sighs. How can he say no to that?

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Jimin grins. “Yes, I am.”

But Jimin doesn’t look cute in his clubbing outfit.

He’s wearing skinny black jeans, a plain white t-shirt with a low V neckline that shows off his collarbones, a black suede jacket with flower studs, and heeled black boots. He’s wearing rings on his fingers and necklaces that don’t do enough to cover his naked chest. His blonde hair is gelled to the side, he smells of his favorite cologne, and Jungkook is pretty sure there is dark eyeshadow over his eyelids.

Now Jimin really looks like a siren.

He’s making Jungkook feel underdressed even when he’s wearing black leather rider pants, a sleeveless white t-shirt, a denim jacket, boots, and a plain chain necklace. 

“Are you trying to get some tonight or what?” Jungkook laughs nervously. It’s that or telling Jimin he looks so hot that he’s making him feel a little confused.

Just a little.

“I am,” Jimin doesn’t deny it. “I need to have sex or I’ll die. Will you be my wingman?”

Jungkook nods even when there’s a sour taste in his mouth now. He doesn’t think Jimin is ready for that.

“Let’s pre-game. C’mon!”

Jimin and Jungkook down three soju shots each before leaving their shared apartment. 

One of the good things about living in Hongdae is that all the good clubs are within walking distance. It’s a good thing when Jimin and Jungkook are tipsy by the time they arrive at the club.

They head down to the bar and buy drinks as soon as they walk in. The alcohol helps Jungkook relax and forget that he’s alone with a friend that he either watched porn with or had a sex dream of. 

“Let’s go dance now!”

Jimin drags Jungkook to the dance floor with such a big smile that Jungkook can’t even pretend to be annoyed.

They drink some more and dance without minding how stupid they look. Everything always feels so easy with Jimin.

It’s easy until a girl approaches them and Jimin’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees her.

Jungkook can understand why.

Her black hair is so long that it reaches the hem of the mini-skirt she’s wearing. She’s a whole head shorter than them, and even then she slides between them with a confident smile and an even prettier face, but it’s obvious that Jimin is more interested in the black tube top she’s wearing.

“Can I join?”

“Please,” Jimin is quick to reply. Jungkook looks at him with an exasperated expression and Jimin is quick to put himself back together. “I mean, yeah, of course. Why not?”

The girl laughs at Jimin’s flustered expression and then presses her hand over his chest. Her nails are long, sharp, and with a pink Hello Kitty design.

“You’re cute,” she winks at him before turning to look at Jungkook. “So are you.”

“I like your nails,” Jungkook is too drunk to control his mouth. Complimenting her nails is probably not a good flirting technique.

“Thank you!” she excitedly shouts. “I’m a nail technician. I did them myself! My name is Eunbi and I was born in 1997. What about you guys?”

“Jungkook. Also born in 1997.”

“Jimin. Born in 1995,” Jimin smiles at her.

“Nice to meet you. Now let’s dance!”

Eunbi dances in the middle of them, grinding and touching them with no shame, but Jungkook can’t complain when it’s obvious how much Jimin is enjoying this.

Jungkook goes for Eunbi’s neck the moment Jimin pulls her into a kiss. He doesn’t close his eyes though, he just watches Jimin kissing her, licking his way into her mouth and holding her face. Their dancing has turned into grinding and Jungkook can’t help growing hard when he can see Jimin’s hands squeezing her breasts.

“I want you both,” Eunbi turns to look at Jungkook with half-lidded eyes. “Wanna come to my place?”

Jimin and Jungkook only have to look at each other for a second before they speak up at the same time.

“Yes.”

Jungkook has never had a threesome before, but he trusts Jimin and Eunbi is beautiful, why would he say no?

The three of them stumble into a taxi quickly after discussing test results and what they like and don’t like. Eunbi wastes no time kissing Jungkook, and even though she’s a good kisser, it’s impossible to close his eyes when he sees Jimin slipping a hand into her skirt.

Whatever he’s doing is working because she pulls off Jungkook to kiss Jimin quickly after. 

Jungkook watches them kiss with his mouth hanging open. He can see Jimin’s pink tongue slipping past her lips to taste his saliva in her mouth.

An indirect kiss.

Someone clearing their throat pulls Jungkook out of his thoughts.

“We’re here.”

Jungkook gives the driver a big tip to make up for the fact that they nearly fucked in his car.

Jimin and Eunbi don’t seem to care that much.

Eunbi and Jimin start making out the second they walk into her studio apartment. Jungkook watches them with his cock throbbing in his pants.

“Why don’t you join us?” Eunbi asks Jungkook after throwing Jimin’s shirt and jacket on the floor. “You shy?”

“I’ll watch first,” Jungkook decides. 

“I bet you will,” Jimin pulls off her neck to look at him with a smirk. Jungkook’s dick twitches in his pants. “He loves watching.”

Jungkook flushes bright red when he realizes that Jimin is talking about how often he watches porn. He doesn’t have time to defend himself before Eunbi speaks up.

“Hm, then let’s give him a show, oppa.”

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice.

He pulls her tube top down and sucks and plays with her breasts like a starved man. Jungkook is so aroused that barely makes it to a chair before his knees give out on him.

Jungkook is fully hard by the time Jimin and Eunbi stumble onto the bed.

“Keep your clothes on,” Jimin orders before pushing her underwear to the side and burying his head under her skirt.

Jungkook can’t hold himself back and pulls his cock out of his pants. He spits in his hand and jerks himself off as he sees Jimin eating her out.

Jungkook can tell that Jimin really enjoys it and that he’s obviously good at it by the way Eunbi is moaning and squirming on the bed. He can see Jimin’s sharp jaw moving and his Adam’s apple bobbing every time he swallows.

“Pull on his hair,” Jungkook can’t control his mouth tonight. “He likes it.”

Eunbi obeys and is rewarded with the low sound of Jimin’s moan. 

Jungkook has to hold the base of his cock to stop his orgasm when Jimin pulls away to finger her and his lips are glistening. Eunbi pulls at his hair and cries while Jimin thrusts his fingers inside her and eats her out at the same time.

Jimin’s face is dripping from Eunbi’s arousal by the time she finishes. It makes Jungkook wonder what he would look like with cum on his face.

Jungkook doesn’t have time to punish himself over his thoughts when Jimin pushes Eunbi to lie flat on her stomach. He asks her where her condoms are and Eunbi is still twitching with the aftermath of her orgasm when she points to her nightstand. 

Jimin throws a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms on the bed. Jungkook jerks himself off faster when he hears Jimin unbuckling his belt. Then Jimin pulls his pants and underwear out of his legs.

Jimin’s cock looks exactly like it did in Jungkook’s dream.

Or maybe it wasn’t a dream.

But Jungkook doesn’t care about that when his mouth is watering at the sight of his cock and his ass. Jimin’s ass is better than Jungkook could’ve ever imagined. His hands itch with the need to squeeze it.

“Want my cock in you?” Jimin rasps as he puts the condom on. “Hm?”

“Yes.”

Eunbi and Jimin turn to look at Jungkook when they hear his voice.

“Don’t you see how bad she wants it?” Jungkook clears his throat to try to save himself. “Tell him how much you want it.”

“I do,” Eunbi nods eagerly before turning to look back at Jimin. “Oppa, please, I want you so bad—ah!”

Jungkook holds back a whimper when Jimin slides into Eunbi in one smooth thrust.

He throws his head back with a groan that causes goosebumps to rise over Jungkook’s skin. He looks so beautiful when he’s being pleasured that Jungkook can’t look away.

He grabs Eunbi’s hair in a makeshift ponytail as he fucks her. His thrusts are hard, deep, rhythmic, and with a precision that makes Eunbi sob and scream. She looks like she’s having the time of her life and it makes Jungkook feel curious.

Is Jimin that good?

“Wanna—blow—you,” Eunbi struggles to tell Jungkook.

Jungkook is so sweaty and warm that he strips naked before he finally joins them in bed. Eunbi is good with her mouth, but not even that is enough to stop him from staring at Jimin.

It’s a good thing that Jimin is too focused on watching his cock sliding in and out of her to notice him staring.

It’s hard not to when he looks so beautiful. Jimin’s blonde hair is sticking to his face and his whole body is coated in a thin layer of sweat. The necklaces he’s wearing bounce over his chest and his abs contract with every single one of his thrusts. The rings on his fingers are leaving marks over Eunbi’s ass every time he spanks her and Eunbi loves it so much that she sobs around Jungkook’s cock every time he does.

Eunbi suddenly pulls off Jungkook’s cock and Jungkook only understands why when he sees Jimin rubbing his thumb over her rim.

“Fuck yes,” Eunbi moans as she pumps Jungkook’s cock. “Want my ass fucked too. Been waiting for one of you to do it.”

Jimin suddenly stops moving. “I haven’t done it before,” he shyly confesses.

Eunbi turns to look at him with a smile. “How are you so cute? Isn’t he so cute, Jungkook-ssi?” she turns back to look at Jungkook with a smirk “Hm? Isn’t he?”

“I’ve done it before,” Jungkook avoids her question with his heart racing in his chest. “I can do it.”

Jimin’s surprise disappears when Eunbi turns all the way around and starts sucking his dick instead. Jungkook doesn’t waste any time and grabs the lube before he starts stretching her.

Jungkook knows how to do this well. There is nothing he likes more than anal.

He opens her up as he watches Jimin fuck her mouth. He places a condom on himself as soon as he deems her ready and then they all change positions again.

Jungkook lies down on the bed and Eunbi lies down on top of him so Jimin can fuck her missionary style. Jimin grabs her ass as he fucks her and Jungkook grabs her hips. Eunbi’s skin is so sweaty that their fingers slip and Jimin and Jungkook end up accidentally holding hands more than once.

And don’t get Jungkook wrong, he’s feeling good, but he likes watching Jimin’s blissed-out face more than watching Eunbi. He likes watching Jimin kiss her and suck her breasts into his mouth.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jimin groans. “Ngh, fuck, I’m gonna cum—”

“Ah, I’m so close, oppa—give it to me harder—yes!”

Jimin starts fucking Eunbi so hard that Jungkook doesn’t even need to move anymore. Her body is being jostled with so much force that Jungkook’s cock slides in and out of her easily. 

He knows that Jimin cums when throws his head back and a loud groan slips out of his mouth. 

Jungkook follows him quickly after. 

The three of them are exhausted and sweaty when they fall on the bed.

“Well,” Eunbi speaks up. “That was great. Thanks for your hard work and—”

Jungkook turns his head just in time to see Jimin pull her into a kiss. 

“Do you guys want water?” Jungkook awkwardly asks after they’ve been kissing for a while.

Eunbi breaks the kiss to look at him with a grateful smile. “I have water bottles in my fridge.”

Jungkook washes his hands and then grabs the water bottles before walking back to the bed.

“Do you guys wanna shower before you leave?”

“It’s okay. We’ll shower at home,” Jungkook tells her. Eunbi looks like she’s falling asleep and he can’t blame her.

“Okay,” Eunbi shrugs before going back to her water bottle.

She only speaks again once Jimin and Jungkook are fully dressed. “Let’s exchange numbers. Text me if you ever wanna do this again.”

Jimin and Jungkook exit her apartment once they all exchange phone numbers.

“Why did you say no to the shower?” Jimin pouts when he looks at Jungkook. He’s acting all cute like he wasn’t fucking Eunbi’s brains out ten minutes ago. “I’m so sweaty.”

“Didn’t wanna impose. I’m used to leaving right after,” Jungkook shrugs as they walk away from her apartment.

“Makes sense,” Jimin frowns. “This was my first one nightstand.”

“Really?” Jungkook can’t hide his surprise. “Was Haein really your first and only then?” Jimin is blushing when he nods. “Wow.”

“Was that your first threesome?” Jimin curiously asks.

“Yes,” Jungkook nods. “Guess we both had firsts tonight.”

“Yeah.”

Jimin and Jungkook don’t speak again. They’re both so tired that they nearly fall asleep on the train and can barely keep their eyes open by the time they’re home.

They take turns showering, and by the time Jungkook is done, he’s too tired to think over the events of the night.

Jungkook passes out the moment his body hits the bed.

🌈

Jungkook wakes up with his heart racing in his chest.

It’s impossible not to when he had the best orgasm of his life staring right at his roommate.

He also got hard extremely fast last night and that rarely happens. Jungkook usually has to think a lot and stay focused to keep his erection… But he didn’t have to do that last night.

A night where he stared at Jimin the whole time and barely touched Eunbi.

“Fuck,” Jungkook covers his face with trembling hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It’s hard not to freak out when he now knows that they did watch porn together, and now he can’t stop thinking about Jimin’s dick.

“I’m so glad you’re awake,” Jimin’s voice is rough with sleep when he opens the door. “My head hurts,” he whines before throwing himself on top of Jungkook.

He hugs Jungkook like nothing has happened, but to him, it hasn’t.

Jungkook is the one having weird thoughts.

“Hungover?” Jungkook hugs Jimin nervously. His skin breaks into goosebumps when Jimin hums. “Want hangover soup?”

“I love you so much,” Jimin kisses Jungkook’s cheek. “You’re the best friend I could ever have.”

Jungkook doesn’t know why his heart clenches in his chest when he hears those words. Maybe it’s the guilt.

“I’ll tell Taehyungie hyung you said that,” he tries to play it off so Jimin doesn’t notice his mood.

“It’s different with you,” Jimin looks up at him and he looks so pretty that Jungkook almost bursts out crying for some reason. He loves the contrast between Jimin’s dark eyes and his now light hair. “Taehyung is my best friend and he’ll always be, but you and I work so well together that I swear you were made for me, like you’re my twin flame or something. You’re my big baby.”

“You’re so cheesy,” Jungkook scrunches his nose in distaste just because he knows how much Jimin loves it. He’s proven right when the latter smiles even wider.

“Have I told you you look like a bunny?”

“Just a million times—”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Jimin pinches his arm and Jungkook starts fake crying immediately. “Don’t be a brat!”

“You love it,” Jungkook surprises both Jimin and himself when he leans over to leave a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll start cooking now.”

Jungkook leaves his room without looking back, but even while he’s cooking, he can’t get the image of Jimin cumming out of his mind.

As he cooks, he remembers how swollen Jimin’s lips were when he kissed Eunbi, how eagerly he squeezed her breasts, how raspy his voice was when he ordered her to keep her clothes on. He thinks about the muscles of his back moving while he was eating her out, about how firm and plump his naked ass looked while he was pounding into her, about how hard his cock looked when he was fucking Eunbi’s mouth, about how pretty he looked when he came.

“Is it done?” Jimin wakes Jungkook from his thoughts when he suddenly hugs him from behind. He’s on his tiptoes to be able to hook his chin over his shoulder. “I’m starving.”

Jimin is completely pressed to his back, his crotch perfectly aligned to Jungkook’s ass, and the realization has his heart racing in his chest.

Because Jimin has done this countless times before, but Jungkook didn’t know that Jimin holds his partner’s waist and makes them take his cock until they cry.

Jungkook pushes Jimin off him when his cock twitches in his sweats. 

“It’s ready,” Jungkook turns the stove off without turning to look at Jimin. “Can you pass me the bowls please?”

“On it!” Jimin doesn’t question his behavior and obeys.

Jungkook spills a bit of the soup due to how much his hands are shaking and of course Jimin makes it worse by rubbing his waist in what he thinks is a comforting fashion.

But it’s not. Jungkook is half-hard in his pants now.

Sitting at the dining table to eat the hangover soup doesn’t help. Jimin is just eating, but his lips are swollen and glistening thanks to the hot soup, just as they were when he was eating Eunbi out.

“Do you wanna stay in and watch movies today?” Jimin wakes Jungkook from his thoughts. “It’s cloudy. Looks like it’s gonna rain soon.”

“Sounds perfect,” Jungkook agrees immediately. “We should buy snacks before it starts raining.”

Jimin grins. “Deal.”

Jimin and Jungkook finish their breakfast before they leave for the convenience store. 

They fast walk to the convenience store and then spend too much time deciding what to buy. They end up buying unhealthy amounts of ramen, chips, chocolate, gummies, and hot bars.

It starts to pour when they are two minutes into their walk back home.

Jimin and Jungkook look at each other with widened eyes before they take off running to their apartment. 

Even when they are cold, wet, and tired, Jimin and Jungkook laugh the whole time. Their stomachs hurt by the time they arrive at their building and yet the laughter doesn’t stop until they are drying themselves in Jungkook’s room.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t spent so long deciding on what ramen to buy,” Jungkook scolds Jimin as he towel-dries his hair.

“It was worth it,” Jimin shrugs before walking to Jungkook’s closet. “Can I borrow one of your hoodies?”

“No! You never give them back and—!”

“Thanks!” Jimin grabs one of the hoodies before running out of Jungkook’s room.

Jungkook can’t even pretend to be mad. He’s gotten used to Jimin stealing his hoodies. Jimin likes to wear them because they are big on him and he also loves the smell of Jungkook’s expensive laundry detergent.

Jimin has a mischievous smile on his face when he comes back to his room and Jungkook can’t even pretend to be mad. The green hoodie is so oversized on him that Jimin looks smaller than usual. The blonde hair also makes him look even cuter.

“Whatever,” Jungkook sticks his tongue out before he pats the spot next to him on the bed.

Jimin doesn’t hesitate to lie down next to him and rest his head on his chest. Jungkook tells himself he’s just cold and Jimin is warm when he wraps his arm around his waist to hold him closer.

The movie is so entertaining that Jungkook relaxes and finally gets a break from his weird thoughts for a while.

Until Jimin gets hungry and grabs a hot bar out of all the snacks they have.

He can see the rain falling behind Jimin and not even that can distract him from the way Jimin’s lips wrap around the sausage before he bites into it. 

Jungkook turns back to the TV with his heart pounding in his chest.

🌈

It’s Tuesday night and Jungkook is ready to drink until he passes out.

It’s not a good idea when he works the next day, but he’s hanging out with his six closest friends, and Taehyung just got a promotion. They couldn’t wait for the weekend to celebrate.

Which is great for Jungkook because he really needs to get drunk. He doesn’t care that he’ll be hungover and tired tomorrow. He needs the distraction because his thoughts have been driving him crazy. 

“To Taehyungie!”

The seven friends take shots of soju at the same time and then go back to chatting and snacking on the wings they’re all sharing.

Jungkook is so drunk at this point that he doesn’t stop himself from draping his arm over Jimin’s shoulders. Jimin happily cuddles onto his chest and plays with his fingers while Jungkook drinks like there is no tomorrow.

But not even the alcohol in his blood is enough to numb him from Jimin’s touch. Jimin’s blonde hair smells good and tickles his chin every time he laughs. His small body fits perfectly in his arms and the realization causes the weird fluttery feeling in his stomach to reappear.

This didn’t happen before. He needs to go to the doctor.

“Are you okay, baby?” 

When Jimin looks up, their faces are so close that Jungkook can feel his warm breath on his skin, but Jimin doesn’t seem to mind. He waits for Jungkook’s answer patiently.

Jungkook glances down at Jimin’s lips before going back to making eye contact. “I’m okay. Why?”

“You just aren’t talking much,” Jimin doesn’t seem to be bothered by how close they are. “I was just checking.”

“Jungkookie doesn't talk much,” Yoongi joins their conversation.

Namjoon nods. “He’s more of a listener.”

Jimin turns to look at their friends with a frown. “Jungkookie talks to me all the time.”

“‘Cause he’s different with you,” Hoseok points out. “Roommate privilege I guess.”

“Privilege? Once he had a very detailed dream where he was a queen bee and he spent forty-five minutes telling me about his life in the colony—”

Jungkook stops hugging Jimin to look at him with an offended scoff. “Well, if it bothers you that much, I just won’t tell you again!”

“I was just joking!” Jimin laughs while he leaves multiple kisses on his face. He doesn’t seem to care that their friends are present or that they’re in the middle of Seokjin and Dahyun’s restaurant. Their friends are aware that physical touch is Jimin’s love language. “I love your stories! Please never stop telling me about them?”

“Fine,” Jungkook is blushing and his stomach feels even worse by the time Jimin is done kissing him. Looks like the alcohol is not settling well in his stomach. 

So Jungkook stops drinking.

Which is a good thing when Jimin ends up getting even drunker than him.

Jungkook sobers up enough to piggyback Jimin back to their apartment. Jimin hums a random song over his neck the whole walk and Jungkook loves it. He loves Jimin’s voice.

“Let’s take your clothes off,” Jungkook tells Jimin as soon as he lays him down on the bed. “Raise your arms.”

“Damn, at least buy me dinner first, Jungkook-ah!” Jimin bursts into a fit of giggles that make Jungkook smile like a fool. “Trying to get me naked like this!”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” the words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them.

“True,” Jimin shrugs. “What did you think then? Am I hot?” 

“Please raise your arms,” Jungkook avoids the question and thankfully Jimin obeys this time.

Jungkook takes his clothes off until Jimin is left in his underwear. He then covers him with a blanket to avoid looking at his exposed body. 

“Don’t leave,” Jimin grabs his wrist when Jungkook rises from the bed.

“I’m just gonna get you water,” Jungkook reassures him. “I’ll be right back.”

“Fine,” Jimin manages to pout even when he has his eyes closed. “Hurry.”

Jungkook grabs painkillers from the bathroom and then gets a water bottle and a bag of chips from the kitchen. Jimin is still awake when he comes back so he makes him drink water until he whines in protest.

“Can you play with my hair before you leave?”

Jungkook doesn’t question Jimin’s request and obeys. He watches his relaxed face as he scratches his scalp and runs his fingers through his blonde hair.

“I mean it when I say you’re the best,” Jimin tells him without opening his eyes. “I feel so lucky to have you in my life.”

Jungkook smiles even though Jimin can’t see him. He loves Jimin’s compliments. “I feel lucky to have you in my life too.”

“You cook, you clean, you take care of others,” Jungkook doesn’t take care of others, he’s used to being the one being taken care of since he’s the youngest in his family and their friend group, but he doesn’t deny it because he doesn’t want Jimin to ask why he does it with him. Jungkook doesn’t have an answer. “You’re hot, you’re funny, you’re smart, you’re talented,” Jimin sighs. “I don’t get how you’re single. You’re perfect.”

“Thanks—”

“I wish you were a girl.”

Jungkook’s hand freezes in Jimin’s hair.

Jimin doesn’t seem to notice though, he’s already fallen asleep, which is good because Jungkook doesn’t want Jimin to see him gag.

He barely makes it to the bathroom before he pukes everything he drank tonight. 

He doesn’t feel better after he’s done though. Jungkook rubs his chest while he brushes his teeth and not even that stops the pain. 

Jungkook tells himself he needs to make a doctor’s appointment before he gets into bed.

🌈

It’s impossible to avoid Jimin when they are living together.

Jungkook tries though.

The next day, they don’t talk much on the way to work, both too hungover and tired to even speak. 

During lunch, Jungkook cancels on Jimin and Taehyung at the last minute, tells them his stomach hurts, and of course they buy it. Jimin worriedly texts him asking how he’s doing and Jungkook’s amazing response includes a lot of explosions and toilet emojis. 

Jimin comes back to the office with a brand new bottle of Pepto Bismol and a concerned reminder to stay hydrated.

Jungkook drinks the nasty medicine and not even that is enough to relieve his guilty conscience.

He hates lying to Jimin, but he hates pretending like he isn’t having weird thoughts about his friend even more. He also hates that he can’t stop thinking of Jimin’s drunken wish for him to be a girl.

Jungkook doesn’t know what it means and he doesn’t want to find out when the words made him feel so horrible that he threw up.  

Jungkook plugs his headphones in as soon as they get off work and Jimin is quick to get the message. He doesn’t talk to Jungkook once on the ride home, but that doesn’t stop him from throwing worried glances at him that make Jungkook burn with guilt.

Jimin doesn’t talk to him when they get home either. Jimin knows Jungkook well enough that he knows headphones mean he wants to be alone.

Jungkook is an introvert and all of their friends know it. He’s shy at first, and even though he feels comfortable with all of their friends now, he listens more than he talks. That usually changes when he gets drunk and feels loose enough to start annoying them. 

Jungkook is also known for getting moody if he doesn’t get his designated alone time. 

That has changed with Jimin though.

Jungkook loves being around Jimin and talks to him all the time. He likes sitting in silence and doing his own thing knowing that Jimin is by his side.

He can’t have that now though.

“You scared me!” Jungkook gasps when he exits the bathroom and finds Jimin in front of him. 

Jungkook is only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist and Jimin glances at his naked chest before making eye contact.

“Are you okay?” Jimin frowns. “Is your stomach better?”

Jungkook blushes. “Yes. It was just in the morning.”

“I ordered dakjuk for you. It’s supposed to be good for your stomach. C’mon,” Jimin tries to drag him to the kitchen, but Jungkook is quick to shake his grip off.

“I’ll change first,” he clears his throat awkwardly when Jimin looks at him with a frown. “I’ll be quick.”

Jungkook is quick to change and then sits at the dining table without looking at Jimin. He eats the porridge feeling so guilty that he nearly cries into his food.

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin breaks the silence of their tense dinner. “Are you sure it’s just your stomach?”

Jungkook hates that Jimin knows him so well.

“Yes,” Jungkook lies. “I’ll go to bed now. Goodnight.”

Jungkook locks himself in his room before Jimin can protest.

🌈

Jungkook follows the same routine on Thursday. He plugs his headphones in to avoid talking to Jimin, skips lunch, and then locks himself in his room. 

But on Friday he only manages to avoid talking to Jimin and skip lunch. Jimin ambushes him the second they walk into their shared apartment.

“Are you mad at me?” 

Jungkook takes his headphones out of his ears and turns to look at Jimin. He can’t pretend he didn’t hear him when Jimin’s fingers are trembling around his wrist and his eyes look so sad.

“What? Of course I’m not,” Jungkook reassures him.

“Are you sure? I feel like you’re avoiding me.”

“Would I be avoiding you if I did this?” Jungkook pulls Jimin’s arm into his chest and successfully catches him in his arms. He smiles down at Jimin’s surprised expression even when his heart is pounding in his chest. “Hm?”

“I guess not,” Jimin laughs nervously. “But what’s wrong then? Did you fight with your brother?”

Jimin knows that Jungkook has a great relationship with his family. He grew up with a single mom and an older brother who acts like his dad—which is understandable considering their dad died when Jungkook was three years old. Jungkook visits them in Busan a couple of times a year and makes sure to call his mother every day. Even though Jungkook’s brother is married and with his first baby on the way, he still finds time to call him once a week to ask how he’s doing or to nag him about little things that end up turning into arguments. 

“We didn’t, and you know we never stay mad at each other for long anyway.”

“I didn’t know what else to think!” Jimin pouts. Jungkook wonders if he knows how often he does that.

“I’ve just been stressed about work. Deadlines,” Jungkook is not really lying. He does have a lot of project deadlines coming up.

“Wanna know how to solve that?”

“How?” Jungkook doesn’t hide his endeared smile. He can’t stay away from Jimin anymore. 

“Wanna have ramen?” 

Jungkook blushes at the double meaning of Jimin’s words. He wonders if he knows.

“Of course—”

“Wait, what about your stomach? Are you okay?”

“Hyung!” Jungkook whines out of embarrassment. “It was just that one time and it was days ago! I’m all good!”

“Okay, okay,” Jimin’s giggles sound like music in his ears. “Come help me with the ramen.”

Jimin and Jungkook work together to prepare the sauce for the ramen. They only turn to look at each other when the noodles are boiling on the stove. 

“I missed you,” Jimin smiles at him. “I love being with you.”

Jungkook doesn’t know why his face feels so warm right now. Maybe it’s the hot stove.

“Me too.”

“I’m so glad I turned down that date. I’m having a better time with you—”

“Another date?” Jungkook cuts him off. “With who? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried, but you weren’t talking to me, remember?” Jimin frowns. “And Bora noona wanted me to go on a blind date with one of her co-workers tonight. I told her I’d think about it and ended up saying no.”

Good, Jungkook almost says, but he takes a deep breath and gets himself together. 

“Why?”

Jimin grins. “Why would I need a date when I have you?”

Jungkook can’t hide his smile at that. “Yeah, you do.”

Jimin and Jungkook have dinner and then migrate to Jungkook’s room to watch Jujutsu Kaisen and drink unhealthy amounts of soju. It is Friday night after all.

They have so much fun together that Jungkook forgets about all of his worries for a while.

But of course that doesn’t last long.

Jimin grabs Jungkook’s laptop to rewind a scene and accidentally clicks on something else instead.

Jungkook doesn’t know how that something else ends up being his favorite porn website.

“Hyung!” Jungkook covers his face when a very graphic video ad from the website appears on the screen. “I’m sorry—“

“You watch porn without wearing headphones and you don’t watch it in incognito mode! You’re so weird—and you have an account—?!”

“It’s just to save the categories—”

“Doggy-style, anal, and—hot guy and guy on guy?”

Jungkook totally forgot about that.

“It’s not what you think!” Jungkook takes his hands off his face to look at Jimin with panicked eyes. “I’m not gay!”

“It’s okay—”

“I know!” Jungkook cuts him off. “I just—it was for work.”

Jimin glances at him before turning back to the laptop and clicking on the guy on guy category. Jungkook briefly wishes to die when he realizes that Jimin can see what videos he’s watched.

“For work?” Jimin encourages him to speak. 

Jungkook can’t read Jimin’s expression and it’s killing him. 

He’s too drunk for this.

And apparently so is Jimin because he coincidentally clicks on a video Jungkook has watched more than once.

The men are making out on the bed and the smaller guy is jerking off the bigger one under him.

“Why are you playing this?” Jungkook takes his eyes off the screen to look at Jimin’s surprised expression.

“Just curious I guess,” Jimin shrugs before taking another sip of the soju. He never takes his eyes off the screen. “Why did you have to watch this for work?”

Jungkook takes an even longer sip of his soju before turning to look at Jimin again. “Did you ever wonder how I could afford a two-bedroom apartment by myself on Hongdae?”

“Yes, actually,” Jimin turns to look at him with an amused smile. “‘Cause we both moved from Busan to Seoul for college and yet I ended up sharing a dorm room with the dirtiest guy I’ve ever met. How did you do it?”

The alcohol has relaxed Jungkook enough to have him wriggle his eyebrows at Jimin. “Manhwas.”

Jimin widens his eyes in surprise. “You drew manhwas?!”

“Gay manhwas with lots of porn,” Jungkook confesses. “Did it the whole time I was in college and only stopped when I got the job at the publishing house. The money was good and—”

The very clear sound of someone choking on a dick makes Jimin and Jungkook freeze. They don’t turn to look back at the screen though, they just look at each other with widened eyes and blushing cheeks, now flustered enough to pretend there isn’t a porn video playing in the background.

“Anyway,” Jungkook clears his throat. “I-I watched lots of gay porn to learn how to draw the positions and stuff. I’m not gay.”

“Okay,” is all Jimin says.

Then he turns to look back at the video.

The smaller guy is sucking the bigger guy’s dick like his life depends on it. He’s taken all of it down his throat and the bigger guy is fucking his face with loud grunts slipping past his mouth.

Jungkook’s dick begins to stir and he’s not surprised at all. Porn is still porn and of course he gets horny watching it. He never touched himself when watching gay porn though; it was just for work and he’s not gay.

Jimin gasps when the bigger guy pulls the smaller guy off his cock and then forces him onto his stomach. He starts eating out his ass while the smaller guy cries with his face buried in the pillow.

Jungkook doesn’t know why they’re still watching this.

“Shit,” Jimin curses when the bigger guy starts fingering the smaller guy so roughly that the smaller one is now sobbing and thrashing on the bed. “Does it feel that good?”

Jungkook covers his hardening dick with the blanket before speaking up. “I-I dunno.”

The bigger guy pulls his fingers out of the smaller guy with a wet squelch that causes Jungkook’s dick to twitch in his pants. Then the bigger guy lies on the bed and the smaller one straddles him to ride him.

Loud moans slip past their lips when the smaller guy slides onto the bigger guy’s cock.

Jungkook’s cock is throbbing by the time the smaller guy starts bouncing on the bigger guy’s lap.

“Is it really that good?” Jimin’s pupils are so dilated that his eyes look black when he turns to look at Jungkook. “Anal?”

“It is,” Jungkook licks his dry lips. “I like it more,” he confesses.

“Why? What’s the difference?”

“It’s less wet so there’s more friction and—”

“I like it really wet though,” Jimin’s voice is raspy when he speaks.

Jungkook’s skin is burning up now and his cock is fully hard in his underwear. The tight coil in his stomach is nearly unbearable and he doesn’t know how much longer he can go on without touching himself.

He was always strong enough to avoid touching himself to gay porn, but with Jimin by his side, clearly aroused and holding the same struggle as him, it’s more difficult than usual.

Jungkook doesn’t know why.

“You just have to use a lot of lube then,” Jungkook holds back a groan when he looks down and realizes Jimin is just as hard as him.

Jimin is not hiding it though.

“And for the—” Jimin clears his throat before turning back to look at the screen. “The person taking it… Why does it feel so good? Is it sensitive?”

“It is sensitive,” Jungkook stops looking at Jimin to watch the two guys on the screen fucking like animals. The bigger guy is holding the smaller guy's wrists as he thrusts up inside him. The smaller guy’s dick is flopping around as he’s fucked. “But it’s different with guys.”

“How so?”

“The prostate,” Jungkook explains. “It’s the male G-spot.”

“I didn’t know that,” Jimin confesses.

Jungkook can’t blame him. He didn’t know until he started drawing gay porn. 

“It’s supposed to feel really good,” Jungkook whispers. “They say prostate orgasms are so good that you might be able to cum without touching your dick. You just gotta find it inside and rub it.”

“Have you done it before?” Jimin turns to look at Jungkook curiously. “Is that how you know?”

Jungkook is too drunk to lie.

“I tried once,” he confesses before taking another sip of his soju. “B-But I only got one finger in. I think I was too scared to hurt myself. It’s probably easier when someone else does it for you.”

Jimin hums in response and then they turn back at the screen.

The video is nearly forty minutes long and they’re only six minutes in. Jungkook hopes Jimin doesn’t want to watch the whole thing because he doesn’t think he can spend thirty-four minutes without touching himself.

Why is Jimin still watching this anyway?

Jungkook turns to ask and his words get caught in his throat when he finds Jimin palming himself through his pants.

Jungkook’s heart is pounding in his chest as he watches Jimin massaging his erection. Even under his pants, his cock looks long and thick, but Jungkook now knows this doesn’t do it justice.

“I can do it for you if you want,” Jimin suddenly turns back to look at Jungkook. He doesn’t stop touching himself and doesn’t seem surprised that Jungkook is staring at him. 

Jungkook is too drunk to pretend he wasn’t watching. “D-Do what?” 

“Give you a prostate orgasm,” Jimin offers like it’s nothing. “I can do it for you.”

“W-What?” Jungkook releases a fake laugh. “Are you really offering to finger me?”

“That way I can learn how to do it,” Jimin is quick to explain. “So I know how to stretch girls… Like you did with Eunbi.”

“Of course,” Jungkook doesn’t know why he feels disappointed. He hopes Jimin doesn’t see it in his face. 

“I just wanna practice so I don’t hurt them. That’s all,” Jimin shrugs. “And you want to know what it feels like to have a prostate orgasm… We can help each other.”

“I’m just curious to know if it’s true. If I can cum without touching my dick,” Jungkook is quick to defend himself. “But I’m not gay.”

“Right,” Jimin’s chuckle is shaky. “We’re just curious and trust each other.”

“Exactly,” Jungkook licks his lips nervously. “That’s all.”

Jimin and Jungkook look at each other for a while.

“So… Will you let me?”

“Wait—you mean now?” Jungkook can’t hide his surprise. “You wanna do it now—”

“Fuck me harder, hyung!”

Right. The porn video is still playing.

Jimin and Jungkook don’t break eye contact though.

“Why not?” Jimin shrugs.

Jungkook looks down at Jimin’s fingers, thick but small, then at the big bulge in his pants, and finally into his heavy-lidded eyes.

Jimin might really be a siren because Jungkook doesn’t think twice before he says:

“Okay.”

“Great.” 

“Awesome.”

They look at each other for a while.

“What do we do now?” Jungkook chuckles awkwardly. “Should we—?”

“Take your pants off,” Jimin tells him. “Or just pull them down to your knees. You can keep the rest of your clothes on.”

That reminds Jungkook that they’re both still wearing their work clothes: black pants, white button-up shirts, and loosened black ties. He didn’t realize they were matching until now.

“Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to agree. “How do I—?”

“On your hands and knees,” Jimin’s voice is so firm that a shudder runs down Jungkook’s spine. “It’ll be easier like that I think.”

Jungkook’s hands are shaking as he undoes his belt, but not even that is enough to stop him from turning around and getting on all fours, just like Jimin asked him to. 

His breathing is so loud that he can’t hear his thoughts, which might be a good thing because even though Jungkook is nervous and doesn't think it’s a good idea for them to be doing this, he wants this.

Curiosity might have really killed the cat.

“You forgot to take them off.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to turn around to know that Jimin is now kneeling behind him. 

“Sorry—”

“It’s okay. I can do it for you.”

Jungkook holds his breath as Jimin undoes his fly. It’s clear that Jimin is trying not to touch him too much, which makes sense because they aren’t really having sex, they are just two straight guys who are too curious for their own good.

It’s not gay.

Jungkook chants it in his head while Jimin pulls his underwear and pants down his legs. Jungkook’s skin breaks into goosebumps the second he feels the cold air hitting his bare skin.

Only then does he realize how exposed he is.

His shirt has ridden itself up to his waist and his pants and underwear are stuck on his knees. He’s naked, drunk, and on all fours for an even drunker Jimin.

“Maybe we—”

“Where’s your—?” 

Jimin and Jungkook speak at the same time.

“Sorry, what were you gonna say, hyung?” Jungkook is blushing furiously when he speaks. Maybe it’s a good thing he can’t see Jimin right now.

“I was asking where’s your lube,” Jimin explains. “Do you wanna stop? Is that what you were gonna say? It’s okay if you don’t want to do this anymore. We can stop anytime you want—”

“I don’t want to stop,” Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat when he turns around. Jimin is breathing heavily and his face is flushed as he stares down at him. At his ass. 

Jungkook wonders if Jimin likes it. Jungkook always makes sure to work on his glutes at the gym.

“I keep my condoms and lube on my nightstand. The first drawer,” Jungkook turns to look at the wall instead. Looking at Jimin clearly wasn’t a good idea.

“Okay.”

Jungkook takes deep breaths to calm himself down as he hears Jimin moving to get his lube. The deep breaths don’t work though. They can’t when he’s about to have his roommate’s fingers up his ass.

“I’m back,” Jimin’s gulp is loud. “Can you spread your legs wider? I can’t see.”

Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s sweating until a salty drop slides into his mouth. 

He spreads his legs wider and turns to look at Jimin. “Like this?”

“Fuck,” Jimin takes his eyes off his ass to make eye contact with him. “Uh, yes, t-that’s okay. What do I do now?”

“Warm the lube. I don’t like it cold,” Jungkook looks back at the wall. “S-start with one finger. I think you’ll only need two? And please be gentle ‘cause I don’t want it to hurt.”

“I would never hurt you.”

Jungkook flinches when he feels Jimin’s warm hand on his hip. He’s rubbing what he probably thinks are soothing circles, but Jungkook is worried he might have a heart attack because he’s pretty sure his heart shouldn’t be beating this fast.

“You need to crook your fingers like this,” Jungkook holds his weight with one arm to show Jimin what to do with his other hand. “I’ll let you know when you’ve found it.”

“Okay—”

“Can you pass me the soju before we start? I need to relax,” Jungkook chuckles awkwardly. He needs more alcohol in his system or he’ll start overthinking.

“Of course,” Jungkook hears Jimin taking a sip of the soju before he passes him the bottle. Jungkook finishes what’s left of the soju with a grimace and then passes it back to Jimin. “I’ll start now.”

Jungkook closes his eyes the second he feels Jimin’s lubed-up finger rubbing his fluttering rim. It’s so sensitive that Jungkook’s arms start shaking under his weight. He doesn’t know how he’ll manage to stay in this position for long.

“You gotta relax, baby,” Jimin rubs his hand over the naked skin of his lower back, but Jungkook tenses even more when he hears the nickname.

He’s used to having Jimin call him baby all the time. It feels different in this context though.

“I won’t be able to do it if you don’t relax,” Jimin squeezes his hip to bring him back. “Imagine I’m a girl or something.”

What was left of Jungkook’s erection deflates like a balloon when he hears Jimin’s words.

He doesn’t know why.

“You—oh.”

Jungkook’s words catch in his throat when he feels Jimin sliding one of his fingers inside. Even though Jimin’s fingers are short, they’re thick, and just one of them has Jungkook tightening his grip around the sheets.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I’m just not used to it.”

“Of course.”

Jimin thrusts his finger in and out of him for a while. The lube makes the slide so smooth that Jungkook fully relaxes.

It doesn’t feel like much. It’s not bad and not good. Jungkook thought this would be better.

Maybe those porn actors were lying after all.

“I’ll use another finger. Maybe it’ll be easier to find your prostate then?”

“That makes sense,” Jungkook easily agrees.

But Jungkook is not prepared for two fingers.

A loud whimper falls from his lips when he feels the second finger slide in. He doesn’t know how Jimin is fitting two of his fingers inside when he’s so small there.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Jimin worriedly asks.

“I’m okay,” Jungkook takes a deep breath. “Keep going.”

Jimin thrusts and stretches his fingers in and out of him like they have all the time in the world. Even though his pace is slow, his touch feels amazing over his sensitive walls that his cock is starting to chub up again.

And then Jimin finally finds his prostate.

“Fuck!” Jungkook gasps when he feels Jimin rubbing at the bundle of nerves. It’s such an overwhelming but pleasurable feeling that his cock is fully hard now. “Oh my—“

“Ah, hyung finally found your prostate, right?” Jimin chuckles behind him. “Does it feel good, baby?”

But Jungkook is too overwhelmed to answer him.

His whole body trembles as Jimin jabs and rubs at his prostate with skilled fingers. They are buried to the last knuckle and feel amazing over his sensitive walls. He’s in so much pleasure that he can’t control his moans and it seems that’s enough of an answer for Jimin.

Jungkook has never moaned like this before. He's usually not loud during sex, he grunts from exertion at the most and that’s it, but now he’s whimpering and moaning in such a high pitch that he’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t having the time of his life.

Jimin suddenly places his hand over the small of his back and Jungkook only understands what he’s doing when he puts pressure on it.

“Just like that,” he hears Jimin’s whisper behind him. But maybe Jungkook is hallucinating because there is no way Jimin is turned on at the sight of his arched back… Right?

“Hyung—ah!”

Jungkook’s eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels Jimin slide a third finger inside. He can’t control his moans or his hips anymore; he fucks himself back on Jimin’s fingers as the latter milks his prostate relentlessly.

His cock is hard and leaking so much pre-cum that Jungkook knows he’ll have to wash his sheets right after this. He’s never leaked so much in his life before and his cock feels so wet that he knows he wouldn’t need lube to jerk himself off.

“Don’t,” Jimin grabs Jungkook’s hand and twists his arm over his back to stop him from touching himself. Jungkook falls face-first onto the bed with a gasp. “You said you wanted to cum untouched. You can do it.”

This is Jungkook’s favorite position, face down and ass up, but he never thought he’d ever be the one in the position.

He never thought he’d like it so much either.

Jimin proceeds with milking his prostate and Jungkook has to bite the pillow to control his moans. He feels so good thanks to Jimin’s fingers rubbing his prostate that he forgets about the throbbing of his cock for a while.

He only snaps out of it when he feels something hard on his asscheek.

He realizes what it is when he feels it twitch.

Jimin is humping him.

He probably doesn’t realize he’s doing it, too busy fingering the life out of him, but suddenly it’s all Jungkook can feel.

Jimin is turned on. Jungkook’s body is doing that to him.

“My fingers are small… Don’t you think maybe something bigger will feel better?” Jimin sounds out of breath when he stops moving his fingers.

“Like what?”

Jungkook is not prepared to see Jimin when he turns around.

Maybe the AC is broken because Jimin is so sweaty that his blonde hair is sticking to his flushed skin. It looks like he unbuttoned his shirt a while ago, and even though he’s still wearing the tie, Jungkook can still see the light sheen of sweat on his abs.

But what catches Jungkook’s attention is the erection trapped in his pants. 

Jimin is hard.

For him.

“Like me,” Jimin hisses when Jungkook clenches around his fingers. Jungkook can’t help it though.

Jimin looks so hot.

“Wouldn’t that be gay though?” Jungkook chuckles awkwardly.

“Just the tip,” Jimin licks his lips. “That doesn’t count as sex.”

“True,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to agree. “Just the tip.”

Jungkook turns around with his heart pounding in his chest. He hugs the pillow and looks at the wall ahead of him to avoid turning to look at Jimin again.

He doesn’t think that’ll do him any good.

Jimin pulls his fingers out of him with a wet squelch that makes Jungkook blush to the top of his ears. Then he hears him unbuckle his belt and Jungkook can’t stop himself when he clenches around nothing.

He hopes Jimin didn’t see it

Speaking of Jimin, he wonders if Jimin only pulled his pants and underwear down to his legs, or if he took them out completely. What if he took his shirt off too?

It takes everything in Jungkook not to turn around and see for himself.

“Shit.”

Jungkook doesn’t have to turn around to know what Jimin’s doing. He can hear the squelch of the lube and that’s enough for him to know he’s lubing himself up to fuck him.

Well, not to fuck him. It’s just the tip so it doesn’t count as sex.

It’s not gay.

Jungkook chants that over and over again even as he feels Jimin’s dick sliding into the crevice of his ass cheeks. It feels so thick and long that Jungkook has to bite his tongue to hide his whimper.

His resolution ends the second that he feels Jimin slapping his cock over his rim. The sound is so wet and obscene that Jungkook feels himself leaking even more. 

“Can you just put it in?” Jungkook asks when he can’t hold himself back anymore. He needs something back inside now. He needs to cum. 

“Okay,” Jimin’s voice sounds breathy when he speaks. “I will.”

“Just the tip,” Jungkook reminds him nervously.

“Just the tip,” he agrees.

But it’s not just the tip.

The head of Jimin’s cock is so thick that Jungkook’s eyes cross when he feels it sliding inside him.

“Oh my—” Jungkook can't stop himself from shuddering and clenching around the head of Jimin’s cock. It’s just the tip and yet it feels so good that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Ngh, baby,” Jimin holds Jungkook’s hips to try to stop him from moving. “You have to stay still or hyung won’t be able to find your prostate again.”

“Okay,” Jungkook gulps. 

Then Jimin starts moving.

His thrusts are shallow, only thrusting the head of his cock in and out of Jungkook’s ass like he promised, and yet it feels amazing. The head is not pressed to his prostate like his fingers were, but it’s thicker, stretching him so much that Jungkook feels incredibly full. 

Jungkook knows Jimin is feeling good too. He can hear it in the low groans he’s trying to hide.

So Jungkook stays still and bites into the pillow as Jimin thrusts into him. It takes everything in him to do so when he’s so aroused that his skin feels like it’s on fire.

But Jungkook is not a patient person.

Because even though he feels good, it’s not enough to push him to his orgasm, and he’s been hard for so long that he’s afraid his dick might fall off.

“Hyung,” Jungkook reaches behind him until he grabs Jimin’s naked ass. It feels so soft and thick that Jungkook’s neglected dick twitches. “Y-You can’t reach my prostate like this.”

“That’s true,” Jimin stops moving. “Do you want my fingers again?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer him with words.

He grabs his hip and then pushes his ass back to sink into Jimin’s cock.

Having Jimin’s whole cock inside him is so overwhelming that a sob slips past Jungkook’s lips. He’s so full, and even though it hurts, it also feels so good that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin gasps behind him. “What are you—?”

“Just—my prostate. It’ll be easier like this,” Jungkook mumbles. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth. “Just do it. I can take it.”

Jungkook doesn’t have time to prepare himself before Jimin grabs his waist and starts really fucking him.

He fucks him so hard that his balls slap Jungkook’s ass with every single of his thrusts and now Jungkook can’t pretend they aren’t fucking anymore. Not when the bed is creaking to the rhythm of Jimin’s thrusts, not when they are both feeling so good they can’t hold their moans back anymore, not when the fleshy clap of their skin is all Jungkook can hear.

Jimin is fucking him.

He’s fucking him so well that Jungkook totally understands why Eunbi was screaming bloody murder when Jimin was fucking her.

How did Haein let Jimin go?

“Such a tight little ass,” Jimin moans. It looks like he ran out of patience as well. “So fucking good for me.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whimpers. Jimin’s words are turning him on and he can’t help it. He loves Jimin’s compliments. “P-Please—”

“Please what?” Jimin grunts. “What else do you want? Hm?”

Jimin suddenly releases his waist and pulls on Jungkook’s tie. He doesn’t do it too hard, but it’s still enough to choke him, so Jungkook quickly gets back on all fours and holds the tie away from his neck.

Because he doesn’t want to stop Jimin.

It’s clear he made him lose control and now he wants more. 

He wants more of what he did to Eunbi. 

So Jungkook takes it.

But not even that seems to be enough for Jimin.

He pulls on the tie so hard that Jungkook’s back arches like a cat. It’s clear Jimin likes the view when he starts fucking him even harder.

“Ngh, c’mere, baby.”

Jimin suddenly lets go of Jungkook’s tie, pulls out of him, and then uses both of his hands to push him flat onto the bed. Jungkook only understands what Jimin is doing when he feels him straddling his ass.

Jimin is mounting him.

Jungkook doesn’t have time to think about it before Jimin spits on his rim and slides back inside him.

Jimin can’t reach his prostate like this, but Jungkook doesn’t care about that anymore, not when Jimin is so deep inside him and his cock is receiving all the friction it needs now that it’s trapped between his body and the mattress. 

Jungkook has never been this aroused in his life before. He always has to focus on something to be able to cum and now he doesn’t have to do that. He feels so good that he can’t think about anything other than the cock in his ass.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cries when Jimin changes the pace. He’s grinding circles inside him and now Jungkook is gone. He’s so close. “Right there! Don’t stop!”

“Yeah? You—ah— like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes—” Jungkook thrashes on the bed, too overstimulated to stay still, but that just makes Jimin fuck him even harder. “Hyung!”

“You’re gonna be good and cum for hyung, right, baby?”

Jungkook’s reply comes in a chorus of uh uh uh ’s to the rhythm of Jimin’s hard thrusts. It’s impossible for him to think straight when he’s being fucked into the mattress.

It feels so good that Jungkook starts grinding his hips in circles, not having enough of Jimin even when he’s already pounding into him. He doesn’t notice it when Jimin stops moving, too busy fucking himself on his cock and drooling over the pillow, lost to the feeling of being full.

“Stop moving.”

Jimin is now holding onto Jungkook’s ass cheeks like they are stress balls to keep him still while he grinds his cock deep into him, clearly trying to find his prostate, but Jungkook doesn’t need that. He’s already so close. 

But it looks like that’s not enough for Jimin.

He suddenly pulls out of Jungkook and then thrusts three of his fingers inside in one smooth motion. Jungkook screams when Jimin crooks them and finds his prostate in one go. 

“Give it to me,” Jimin grunts without stopping the abuse of Jungkook’s prostate. The squelching is so wet and the sound of his palm hitting his ass is so loud that Jungkook can’t hear his own desperate moans anymore. “Fuck, just like that, baby.”

Jungkook’s eyes roll to the back of his head when he cums.

His toes curl and a silent scream falls from his lips as he spills all over himself. And even while he’s trembling and crying, Jimin doesn’t stop the assault of his prostate, making the best orgasm Jungkook has had in his life last even longer.

“Stop!” Jungkook reaches behind him to grab Jimin’s wrist with a trembling hand. He’s so sensitive that he can taste his tears in his mouth. “Stop, stop—” he sighs in relief when Jimin pulls his fingers out of him. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook hears Jimin cursing behind him.

Only then does Jungkook feel the warmth on one of his bruised ass cheeks.

“Did you—?”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin sounds guilty when he speaks. “It just happened when I took the condom off. I couldn’t control it.”

Jungkook can’t hide his proud smile. He made Jimin feel so horny that he couldn’t stop his orgasm.

He did that.

Not Eunbi, not Haein, Jungkook did.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook closes his eyes. He’s so tired that he doesn’t care that he’s lying in a pool of his own cum. “Gonna sleep now—”

“Let me clean you up first.”

Jungkook is half-asleep while Jimin cleans him up with a damp cloth. He even changes the sheets for him and dresses him in pajama pants.

Jimin leaves a kiss on Jungkook’s head after he covers him with a blanket. “Goodnight.”

Jungkook has the best sleep of his life that night. He sleeps for twelve hours straight and only wakes up when he hears a pained scream.

He rushes out of bed and runs out of his room with his heart pounding in his chest. He’s still half-asleep and only has one eye open when he finds Jimin cursing at the dining table.

“Stubbed your toe?” Jungkook guesses.

Jimin looks surprised when he sees him. “Yeah.”

“It happens to me a lot,” Jungkook groans when he stretches. Why does his body feel so sore today? “Are you okay though?”

“Yeah,” Jimin looks down at the floor. “A-Are you?”

“Am I what?” Jungkook frowns. 

Jimin looks up at him with a confused expression. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jungkook feels even more confused now.

Jimin frowns. “Because you’re limping?”

“Am I? Why would I—? Oh.”

The memories of last night hit Jungkook like a truck.

The memories are so vivid that he swears he can feel the phantom of Jimin’s touch on his skin. He remembers Jimin playing with his ass cheeks, Jimin fingering him, Jimin grabbing his waist, Jimin pulling on his tie, Jimin fucking him.

Jungkook can’t hide the panic in his face when he looks at Jimin. It’s obvious Jimin knows when he clenches his jaw.

“We don’t have to talk about it again if you don’t want to,” Jimin’s voice is cautious when he speaks. “But are you okay? I think I was, hm, kinda rough last night and—”

“I’m okay,” Jungkook cuts him off. He’s too embarrassed to talk about this. 

“Are you sure—?”

“I’m sure,” Jungkook gulps. “I’ll go shower now.”

“Jungkook—”

Jungkook locks himself in the bathroom without looking back.

He’s pacing and he’s also pretty sure he’s hyperventilating as he relives the memories of the night before. He hears Jimin’s voice in his head as clear as it was last night.

You’re gonna be good and cum for hyung, right, baby?

Jungkook takes his clothes off and jumps into the shower before he can stop himself. He turns the shower on to the coldest setting and gasps out in shock when the cold water falls on his skin.

But not even that is enough to get rid of his erection.

Jungkook can’t stop himself from grabbing his cock and jerking himself off to full hardness. It’s impossible not to when he closes his eyes and imagines that Jimin is touching him instead.

He imagines him on his knees, drenched in the water from the shower, and looking up at him through his eyelashes. He imagines his small hand wrapped around him and the way his plump lips would fall open into a gasp when he feels his cock twitch.

The image is so erotic that Jungkook has to hold himself up with one hand over the wall. He is now pumping himself so fast that not even the sound of the shower can hide what he’s doing anymore. 

Jimin could guess what he’s doing if he walks near the bathroom, and yet not even that is enough to ruin Jungkook’s fantasy. On the contrary, he jerks himself off impossibly faster, imagining Jimin stretching those fat lips around his cock head and sucking.

Jungkook cums before he can stop himself.

His orgasm is so sudden that he falls to his knees as he spills all over himself. He rides his orgasm imagining Jimin taking his cock all the way down his throat while looking up at him with those siren eyes of his.

Jungkook is still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm when he comes back to himself, so he stays on the floor for a while, breathing heavily as he’s drenched by the cold water.

Then he starts freaking out.

Because Jungkook doesn’t do this. 

He doesn’t have fantasies. He only jerks off to porn, and when he wakes up from sex dreams, he can barely remember them.

He’s never felt this way about anyone before and it scares him.

“You’re just confused,” Jungkook tells himself when he rises from the floor. “We were both drunk. It’s nothing.”

But it is.

Jimin and Jungkook avoid each other the rest of the day. Jungkook only leaves his room to use the bathroom and then satisfies his hunger by using hot water from the sink to make ramen.

He doesn’t stumble onto Jimin until the next day.

“Are you not going to Namjoon hyung’s? Movie night?” Jimin looks at him with a frown when he sees him exit his room. “I’m leaving now.”

“I just saw the message. Was gonna shower,” Jungkook gulps.

“Okay. I can wait for you—”

“Go on without me,” Jungkook forces a smile on his face. “I’ll take too long.”

“But—”

“Leave,” Jungkook insists. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay,” Jimin shrugs with an indifferent expression on his face. “Suit yourself.”

Jimin exits the apartment just before Jungkook breaks down.

“Fuck!” Jungkook can’t help pulling his hair out of frustration. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Jungkook sits on the floor and hisses in pain when he feels how sore his ass still is. The reminder makes him want to cry.

Is their relationship ruined?

Because Jungkook can’t have that.

Jimin is the most special person in his life after his family. He’s never gotten along with anyone so well before.

He can’t lose him.

But he also can’t help his awkwardness.

Jungkook gets ready playing music loud enough for him not to hear his own thoughts. He does the same thing the whole subway ride and only takes his headphones out once he’s standing in front of Namjoon and Bora’s door.

“You got this,” Jungkook tells himself. “It’ll be okay. Just act normal.”

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to be let inside after he knocks.

He makes eye contact with Jimin as soon as he walks in.

“I was getting worried,” Namjoon tells him as he walks him to the living room. “‘Cause you guys didn’t come together. Jiminie said you were getting ready?”

“I accidentally fell asleep,” Jungkook explains without taking his eyes off Jimin. Jimin doesn’t break eye contact with him either.

“Joonie’s just being dramatic,” Bora rolls her eyes from the loveseat she and Namjoon are probably sharing. “He thinks you and Jiminie are attached to the hip—”

“Everybody agrees!”

Their friends start talking about how he and Jimin do everything together and how close they are. 

So close that apparently everything includes doing each other too.

The reminder is enough for Jungkook to break eye contact with Jimin.

“There is beer in the fridge and the pizza is almost here. Go make yourself comfortable.”

Jungkook gives Namjoon a tight smile before leaving for the kitchen. He’s quick to grab a beer and press it to his forehead because he feels warm and way too flustered for his own good. The cold glass doesn’t help him cool down though. 

Jungkook takes a deep breath before he walks back into the living room.

Namjoon and Bora, and Seokjin and Dahyun are sharing the two loveseats, while Jimin and Taehyung are sharing the small sofa. Hoseok and Yoongi are sitting on the floor, but they look comfortable resting their backs against the couch. The floor is covered in cozy blankets and pillows.

“You can sit here,” Jimin grabs Jungkook’s wrist when he’s about to kneel on the floor. “There is space.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook tries to shake off Jimin’s grip, but when it doesn’t work, he looks up to frown at him. “Seriously—”

“It’s more comfortable,” Jimin insists. “So just—”

“I’m really—”

“I’ll give you my seat then. I’ll sit on the floor and you can—”

“Why the hell does it matter where I sit?!”

“Because,” the clench of Jimin’s jaw answers Jungkook’s question.

He’s still worried that he hurt him.

“Fine,” Jungkook sits next to Jimin to avoid making a scene. 

Not like their whispering was very discreet either.

But thankfully their friends don’t mention it.

The sofa is so small that Jimin and Jungkook are completely squished together. Jimin usually would climb into his lap under these circumstances, but now he can’t when Jungkook has his legs and arms crossed.

Jimin knows he’s doing it on purpose. Jungkook can feel his eyes on him even as he watches the movie.

Everybody but them seems to be enjoying the movie. Even Taehyung sitting on the other side of the sofa seems to be oblivious to their stiff muscles.

It would be so much easier if Jungkook would stop acting so awkward. It’s clear that Jimin is trying, but that’s probably because he’s not afraid that touching him will make him pop a boner.

Because, yes, it’s that bad for Jungkook.

Being this close to Jimin again is driving him crazy.

He’s hyper-aware of their bodies touching, of the warmth of Jimin’s skin, of the smell of his hair, even the sound of his breathing.

And does his breathing bring memories to Jungkook.

He remembers it being all heavy and ragged from the force he was using to fuck him. He remembers how good it felt to have Jimin’s cock so deep inside him that he was drooling over his pillow. He remembers his moans, the sound of his balls slapping his ass with every single one of his thrusts, the squelching of the lube because Jimin likes it wet.

“I’ll get the pizza,” Jungkook rises from his seat the moment he hears the doorbell.

He needs to get away from Jimin.

Jungkook gets the pizza and then grabs plates and napkins so they can all eat. He strategically sits on the floor to be away from Jimin and so he can eat without thinking about his dick in his ass.

Jimin doesn’t point it out so Jungkook eats without turning to look at him.

“There is no more pizza?” Jungkook can’t hide his pout when he notices the pizza boxes are empty. 

“Here,” Jimin offers him his folded slice and Jungkook is quick to open his mouth. It’s so natural that he just hums happily after Jimin feeds him.

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” Jimin wipes some leftover sauce from the corner of Jungkook’s lips with his thumb and then sucks it into his mouth. “You had like five slices though.”

“Jungkookie is a growing boy,” Hoseok is quick to defend him.

“Exactly!”

“He’s twenty-four years old,” Yoongi snorts.

“It’s not my fault you can’t remember being this young—”

“Hey!” Seokjin is quick to join their bickering. “Who are you calling old?”

Jimin discreetly offers Jungkook the rest of the pizza slice in the middle of Seokjin’s rant.

“Have it,” Jimin smiles at him. “I know you’re hungry.”

Jungkook frowns. “What about you?”

“I’m full,” Jimin insists. “Eat it for me.”

“Okay,” Jungkook blushes when he notices that Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off him as he eats. “What is it?” he asks when he’s finished.

“You just eat so well,” Jimin pats his head and now Jungkook’s face feels so warm that he’s scared he’ll explode. “And—”

“I’ll get another beer,” Jungkook lamely excuses himself before running to the kitchen.

He splashes water on his face and then presses the beer bottle all over the flushed skin to try to cool himself down. Since when does Jimin fluster him like this?

Since he came all over your ass, Jungkook lamely reminds himself. 

“Did you hurt yourself, Jungkook-ah?” Taehyung speaks up when Jungkook walks back into the living room. “You’re walking weird.”

Seeing the panic in Jimin’s eyes causes the beer bottle to slip from Jungkook’s hands and fall to the floor.

“I pulled a muscle at the gym,” Jungkook lies before kneeling on the floor to try to clean up the mess. His ears buzz the whole time he picks up the glass shards. He can barely understand his friends’ worried words.

He only realizes that Jimin is next to him when he grabs his wrist.

“You’re bleeding! Why would you pick it up with your hands?!”

“Because,” Jungkook snaps before releasing his wrist from Jimin’s grip. He’s so overwhelmed that he can’t even feel the burn of the cuts on his hands.

“Namjoon hyung,” Jimin turns away from Jungkook to glance at a worried-looking Namjoon. “Do you have a first aid kit?”

“It’s in the bathroom cabinet,” Namjoon nods worriedly. “Go help him while I clean up.”

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook doesn’t know why there are tears in his eyes when he utters those words.

Their friends reassure him it’s okay until Jimin manages to lock himself in the bathroom with him.

Jungkook suddenly feels so emotionally exhausted that he lets Jimin wash the blood off his hands without protest. He stares at the pink water swirling down the drain to avoid looking at Jimin.

“I’ll have to pour a bit of alcohol on your wounds—”

“It’s nothing. You’re being dramatic—”

“Can you stop?”

Jimin’s hard tone is what makes Jungkook look up. He looks so angry that Jungkook has to blink multiple times to avoid crying.

“Just let me help you,” Jimin’s tone softens when he notices the tears in his eyes. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“I guess,” Jungkook decides to excuse the tears with that.

“The alcohol will sting—”

“Can you just do it?” Jungkook snaps. “I just wanna get this over with.”

“Fine.”

Jungkook bites his lip to avoid hissing when the alcohol is poured over his cuts. It’s clear that Jimin tried to do it quickly and yet it still hurts like hell.

“Sorry—”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook dismisses him without raising his eyes.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t speak for a while again, he just hums to himself as he rinses Jungkook’s hands. His touch is so soft that Jungkook would fall asleep if his heart wasn’t racing in his chest.

Jimin rubs antibiotic gel over the shallow cuts slowly. It’s clear he’s doing his best not to hurt him, but honestly, Jungkook would rather have him squeeze the cuts than do this.

He’s so focused that he’s pouting as he works and it makes Jungkook wonder what it feels like to kiss him. Jimin’s lips look so big, pink, and shiny because they’re always slathered on rosy lips Vaseline. 

Jungkook wonders what it tastes like.

“I’ll get the—” Jimin stops himself when he raises his eyes and finds Jungkook staring at him.

Jungkook can’t look away though.

They are so close that Jungkook can feel the change in Jimin’s breathing when he realizes how close they are.

Close enough to kiss.

Jungkook only realizes he was leaning in when Jimin jumps away from him. He gives him his back as he rummages through the first aid kit and mutters something about bandages.

“Here they are,” Jimin turns back at him like nothing happened.

And it didn’t.

Jungkook clenches his jaw as Jimin bandages his hand. He’s avoiding touching his skin now.

“I’m nearly done—”

A hiss leaves Jungkook’s lips when Jimin accidentally tightens the bandage too hard.

Jimin fixes it as he utters apologies that make Jungkook’s head hurt.

“It’s not your fault! Can you stop acting like that?!” Jungkook finally explodes.

“Like what?” Jimin snaps right back. “Like a worried friend?”

Jungkook has to hold back a scoff when he hears the word “friend”. Jimin wasn’t friendly at all when he was pounding him into the mattress.

“You could’ve cut your hand wide open—”

“No, I wouldn’t have!” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I’m okay so stop worrying about me!”

“Are you? You’re limping!”

“Can you stop talking about this?” Jungkook snaps. “I told you I’m okay. I just feel a little bit sore, which I think is understandable when I took a seven-inch dick up my ass for the first time!”

“I—” Jimin licks his lips. “I, uh, I don’t think it’s seven inches. Maybe six and a half—”

“Whatever,” Jungkook huffs. He can’t believe they ended up talking about this. “Just stop asking. I’m fine.”

“Okay,” but Jimin still looks guilty when he nods. “I’ll stop.”

“Good.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for his answer before leaving the bathroom.

🌈

Jungkook wakes up hungover and he knows that he deserves it.

The headache gets worse when he remembers how badly he treated Jimin last night. He went as far as ignoring him the whole subway ride back home and Jimin looked like he was in physical pain when he closed his bedroom door on his face.

Jungkook hates seeing Jimin sad and he hates that he’s now the reason behind it.

He’s being a terrible friend, but maybe that’s because he doesn’t know how to be Jimin’s friend anymore, not after they had sex.

Because that’s what they did. They had sex.

Which is why he needs to keep avoiding Jimin until he figures out how to forget about it.

Jungkook makes sure Jimin is not in the living room before he runs to the bathroom to take a shower so hot that he nearly passes out from the heat. 

His luck runs out when he exits the bathroom and finds Jimin sitting at the dining table.

“Good morning,” Jimin smiles nervously when he sees him. “How did you sleep?”

“Okay,” Jungkook gulps when he sees the hangover soup on the table. “And you?”

“Okay too,” Jimin frowns. “Are you hungover? I ordered soup for you ‘cause I saw how much you drank last night.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook gives Jimin a weak smile. “But I’m not hungry right now. I’ll eat it later.”

The disappointment on Jimin’s face is so clear that Jungkook doesn’t waste any time locking himself in his room.

Jungkook paces in his room out of frustration and it doesn’t help at all. He knows he shouldn’t treat Jimin like this, but every time he looks at Jimin he remembers the way he felt inside him and it makes him burn with guilt.

He shouldn’t feel that way about his roommate. 

Jungkook ends up watching his favorite show with his headphones in and only leaves his room when he can’t stand his hunger anymore. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t bump into Jimin when he microwaves the hangover soup, but not even his full belly and the Criminal Minds marathon are enough to make him feel better.

He decides to stop moping around when the clock on his laptop shows him it’s seven in the evening.

He needs to leave the house.

He asks his friends from college to have drinks and they quickly agree even though it’s Sunday night. They didn’t care when they were in college either.

But of course Jungkook bumps into Jimin just when he’s about to leave.

“Where are you going?”

Jungkook turns around and finds Jimin standing in front of his own bedroom door. Jimin looks way too cuddly with his messy bed hair and a large hoodie that Jungkook is pretty sure belongs to him. His lips are curled into a pout and he’s hugging himself like he’s feeling cold. 

He’s wearing the shorts he always wears when he’s home and the hoodie is so long that it looks like he’s not wearing shorts at all. 

Those shorts have always been way too small. They tend to ride up because Jimin’s thighs and ass are so thick.

“Out,” Jungkook takes his eyes off Jimin’s legs to look at his face.

It’s a mistake.

“Okay,” Jimin looks and sounds so sad that Jungkook feels a lump forming in his throat.

He really needs to leave.

He opens the door and is about to step out when he hears Jimin’s voice again.

“Jungkook-ah.”

“What is it?” Jungkook keeps his expression neutral when he turns to look at Jimin. 

“Nevermind,” Jimin gives him a tight smile. “Stay safe.”

“Thanks.”

Jungkook leaves the apartment without looking back and yet all he sees the whole subway ride is Jimin’s sad face.

He’s truly the worst friend ever.

That thought makes him drink like never before. His college friends are fun, but not even their stories are enough to make him feel better, so he drinks until he blacks out.

Jaehyun and Yugyeom are kind enough to let him crash at their place. He wakes up on their couch and to the sound of his alarm the next day.

He doesn’t even remember how he got here. He doesn’t remember half of the night.

When he turns his alarm off, he finds his Notification Center flooded with messages from Jimin.

JIMINIE HYUNG 🌙

Hi! How’s it going?

Are you coming home soon? It’s getting late and we work tomorrow

Jungkook-ah?

I get that you’re busy but just let me know if you’re okay

Why aren’t you picking up the phone?

I’m getting worried

Are you okay?

Jeon Jungkook 

Hello?

Pick up the phone

You’re scaring me 

Are you gonna make me call the police?

“Oh, yeah, Jimin-ssi was really worried.”

Jungkook startles and drops his phone when he spots Jaehyun exiting his room.

“Sorry,” he laughs when he sees Jungkook’s surprised expression. “You alright?”

“I am,” Jungkook yawns. “You said he was worried?”

“Your phone kept vibrating so I answered when I saw it was your roommate. He was freaking out, but he calmed down when I told him you’d stay here. Made me promise to take care of you,” he chuckles. “He also said he was going to call in sick at work for you. And, man, I know you’ve said he’s great, but that was really cool of him. I understand why you ditched us for him now—”

“I’m gonna be sick,” Jungkook jumps out of the couch the second he starts feeling nauseous. “I gotta—”

“Go, go!”

Jungkook barely makes it to the bathroom before he’s puking his guts out.

He does it alone, something he doesn’t usually do because Jimin always comes in with him to make sure he’s okay. Jungkook always tells Jimin to go because he feels gross, but having him by his side, holding his hair away from his face, and massaging his neck does help him. 

Jimin isn’t here now though.

Jungkook brushes his teeth with a spare toothbrush before exiting the bathroom.

Jaehyun waves him over from the kitchen when he sees him. “You okay? You drank too much last night. I’d never seen you drink that much. Not even during our freshman year.”

“I’m okay,” Jungkook reassures him before he joins him in the kitchen. He’s quick to chug the whole water bottle his friend offers him. “Thanks for letting me crash here.”

“Of course,” Jaehyun smiles. “It was nice to hang out with you. We barely see each other anymore.”

Jaehyun’s words make him burn with guilt. Jungkook met Jaehyun, Eunwoo, Mingyu, and Yugyeom in his freshman year of college. They were all born in the same year and loved to drink and party so they clicked instantly. Even though they’ve never talked about intimate things, they’re good friends and they always have fun together. After college, they didn’t hang out as often since they are all working and dating—except for Jungkook—but they still made time to see each other.

Until Jungkook met Jimin of course.

“Sorry,” Jungkook grimaces. “It’s just—the work at the office—”

“It’s okay,” Jaehyun waves him off. “We’re all busy, but we still try to see each other. Just don’t forget about us.”

“I won’t,” Jungkook is quick to tell him. “I’ll try to hang with you guys more often .”

“Great,” Jaehyun slaps his shoulder with a grin. “Yugyeom left to drive his girlfriend to work, and my shift is starting soon, but help yourself to food and painkillers if you need them. You know where the spare key is so just lock up when you leave and—”

“Leave it under the mat, I remember,” Jungkook smiles. “Thanks, dude. Good luck at work.”

“Thanks!”

The smile falls off Jungkook’s face the second he’s alone.

He truly is a horrible friend.

He’s treating Jimin like shit and then ditched his college friends just because he got busy.

Maybe that’s why he’s never been in a romantic relationship either. He’s probably meant to be alone.

Jungkook goes back to the couch with those thoughts running through his mind. His head is killing him and even then he can still imagine the worry in Jimin’s voice when Jaehyun picked up the phone.

He doesn’t deserve him.

🌈

“I was worried sick!”

Jungkook winces when he hears Jimin’s loud voice from the kitchen. He slept his day away in Jaehyun and Yugyeom’s apartment and now he’s starving. He hasn’t eaten anything because he’s felt nauseous all day and that hasn’t helped with his headache.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook only turns around when he knows Jimin is behind him. He is the literal picture of anger with his clenched jaw and balled fists by his side.

But Jungkook still thinks he looks cute.

“I wasn’t looking at my phone,” Jungkook explains before turning away from Jimin. He can’t look at him.

“Jungkook—”

“Do you wanna have ramen?” Jungkook cuts him off. He needs to change the topic. “I’m making some right now.”

It takes a while for Jimin to answer.

“No, I don’t want fucking ramen, Jungkook.”

And then he leaves.

Jungkook slurps his noodles standing in the middle of the kitchen and blankly staring ahead of him. Spacing out is better than thinking of how many times he has fucked up these past few days.

Would Jimin ever forgive him for his behavior?

And most importantly, would Jungkook ask for his forgiveness?

Does he even want to be forgiven?