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"Good boy, kneeling to beg?" Jimin echoes low for only the two of them to hear and despite Jungkook not wanting to admit, it riles him up.
When Jimin talks to him like that, a sense of embarrassment along with a familiar tingle that drives him restless and the fact that he is in a compromising position with his legs spread open for the shoot, makes everything worse. If Jimin presses on with his teasing, a problem would definitely arise. He's already on the verge because Jimin looks so mouthwateringly hot with that plain white t-shirt and ripped leather pants aka the bane of his existence. It's normal, he should be over it after all this time of being around Jimin and not struggle with preventing his eyes from ogle his body. But it never gets normal. The fact that Jimin by merely walking around could mess with Jungkook's head, should be fucked up.
"I asked you a question, Jungkook-ah." That low sultry voice says again and it makes Jungkook actually shudder, he curses under his breath. "Not now, hyung." He tries dismissing from in between gritted teeth and a frown in an attempt to scold Jimin. But when he looks up behind him, the older is smirking so smugly it genuinely almost offends Jungkook because of how hot he is.
"Why not? You can't seem to take your eyes off of me." Jimin has the audacity to reason with him while he himself was the one to whisper filthy things. Jungkook was trying (failing) to get over it but Jimin continued to stir the pot.
Jungkook knows if he backs down, it would be his downfall so he decides on being a brat. "It's not my fault you're attractive." He confesses and shrugs, with his best straight face, knowing well he's giving Jimin's ego one hell of a boost. Deep down he also knows he likes tiptoeing the line and testing his limits, until the resolve snaps.
"Mmm, your boldness will be a huge problem for you someday, Jeon." It sounds like a threat but a bit entitled too, because even though Jimin is never straightforward with what he wants, Jungkook knows he is actually reeling from the inside by the way he complimented the older not so indirectly.
"Maybe I just want you to bend me over and have your way with me." When the words blurt out of Jungkook's mouth instead of seeing Jimin's entire body freeze, he feels it. The hand on his shoulder goes still as if it's a rock settling its weight on his shoulder.
He's quick to respond despite his initial reaction, "We'll see about that." Jimin's voice startles Jungkook because it's close, so close to his ear and when he speaks the puffs of air between uttering each syllable hits his skin.
"Okay! Are you ready?" Taehyung's voice snaps Jungkook out of his stupor and he blinks to look at the photographer standing in front of the two of them with a camera and an oblivious kind smile. This is going to be a long shoot.
Taehyung needed a pair of models for his new project for some local queer magazine he was hired for, and Jimin and Jungkook being the amazing friends they are, accepted to be his models. Taehyung had said the magazine requested some ' fruity eye candy' for a few pages of their upcoming issue. So here they are posing in erotic positions to give the subscribers of the magazine what they want.
After the kneeling position, Taehyung guides Jungkook to a chair so he could sit on it backwards, and Jimin positions himself behind the chair, leaning down to rest his chin on Jungkook's shoulder. They mostly forgot their banter but Jungkook feels Jimin's gaze on himself occasionally so he knows it's not over.
Surprisingly shortly after the chair and a few more poses, Taehyung deems the material he gathered sufficient and invites the two of them to stay at the studio while he heads to the magazine publication office to hand out the photos.
Jungkook is busy texting on his phone by the time Taehyung leaves. He is leaning back against the counter of the small open kitchen of Taehyung's studio apartment. And Jimin? Well, it's best to say Jungkook is trying to ignore him for his own sanity because of the little exchange they had during the photoshoot.
However, Jimin has other plans. He walks towards the younger stealthily and before Jungkook realises what's going on, he is trapped against the counter between Jimin's arms, bracketing him as his phone is snatched away from his fingers. He hears it clatter against the countertop when Jimin locks it and tosses it aside.
When he looks at Jimin with wide eyes, he feels like he melts against the intensity of his gaze, he feels his skin burn with it. Or maybe he's blushing and the warmth is spreading in his body so fast.
"I-" Before he can utter the rest of his words, one of Jimin's hands wrap around his waist and press their crotches together. He definitely can feel the stiffness in front of Jimin’s pants against himself.
"Not so ignorant anymore, are you? You weren't so shy back there when you wanted me to bend you over?" He lets the last few words curl on his tongue for emphasis, almost mockingly. Oh, he's riled up. Jungkook is internally reeling at it.
"I still want it." He finds the strength to utter, merely an out of breath whisper. Because his throat went dry the moment Jimin was in his close proximity.
"Yeah?" Jimin mutters, lips so close to Jungkook's that they almost share the oxygen between their lips. Jungkook can't help but let his eyes drift down to Jimin's lips, looking so plush. He finds his resolve slipping away from his hands the moment Jimin’s lips open for his tongue to lick at the seam of his own mouth to leave a glistening trail behind, making them look plumper.
He snaps and pushes himself forward and crashes his lips against Jimin's. The elder inhales a deep breath and presses back against Jungkook, trapping him against the counter even more. Jungkook kisses as if he's been starving, no sign of gentleness or patience. Jimin lets him take, even giving way to the other's tongue to ravish the inside of his mouth. He lets out a hum of satisfaction when Jungkook licks at a sensitive spot, the tingle is delightful. It makes Jimin impatient to take apart Jungkook with his hands, so he grabs the latter's jaw with one hand and takes control. This time he pushes his own tongue past Jungkook's lips like a feral animal cornering his prey, sensing the cold metal of his lip ring prodding at the side of his tongue turns his moves frantic but he controls himself.
Where Jungkook is eager to take, Jimin tones it down by dragging it out even though he is impatient as well, exploiting the fact that Jungkook has turned into a molten weight on the verge of spilling. That's why the dynamic they share is perfect for each other.
His jaw works languidly and slowly, practically mapping out every single detail of Jungkook's mouth, letting his taste buds take him all in. The force of his desire makes him demand for more, he knows Jungkook is just as worked up as him; If his frantic hands trying to touch and find Jimin’s skin under his shirt and everywhere else is any sign to go by. He needs to be closer. Jimin does too.
He slots a thigh between Jungkook's and then they are chest to chest, practically feeling his loud heartbeat against his own like a synchronised melody. His hand comes up to actually touch where Jungkook's heart is, rubbing against his pec, the perked up pierced nipple giving him satisfaction and a warm feeling in his chest at the power he holds over the younger and of course how he trusts Jimin. He feels the hard-on Jungkook is sporting against his own thigh twitch as he pushes his thigh further all the while devouring Jungkook.
Jungkook notices his pace slowing down as he gets lost in his neck to bite and finds a moment to breathe, Jimin kissing him always steals his breath away. "Hyung…" He mouths against Jimin's temple, "I want you." He sounds demanding and lustful, longing for Jimin's touch so much closer.
"You have me. All yours." Jimin reassures even though he is aware of what exactly Jungkook wants and places a peck on his already swollen ones for emphasis.
"No,” he whines, cutely pouting and frowning, “I want you in a way that I'm hard for you, if you haven't noticed." Jungkook retorts, eyes half-lidded with unadulterated desire swimming in them.
Jimin hums amusedly and kisses Jungkook's lips, he seems he can't get enough of them, "Where do you want me?" he cups his face and runs the pad of his thumb over his cheek. He doesn’t wait for a response and can't help but press his thigh higher, “Here?” It draws a hiss out of Jungkook as his eyes roll back. He's always been sensitive and Jimin has never ceased to take advantage.
"Inside." He huffs out, already near being wrecked because Jimin is rolling his hips down against him and it moves his thick thigh between his legs, providing hot friction, stirring in the pit of his stomach like molten lava. Jimin tucks his head on his shoulder again, his mouth close to his jaw. Jungkook finds himself burying his hands in Jimin's hair to push his head forward towards his neck, the spot he knows is sensitive. Jimin indulges him and places an opened-mouth kiss under his jaw and nibbles it shortly. Jungkook whimpers, tugging at his hair. "Please, hyung."
Jungkook's senses are saturated with Jimin's proximity and his touch, revelling in the way Jimin takes utmost liberty with his body. His hands roam under his white tee, pulling it up towards his chest so he could have more expanse of skin to explore and when it gets too hard to resist, he yanks the shirt over Jungkook's head. He complies by raising his hands so Jimin can discard it off him and throw it behind himself blindly with a groan. His lips keep up their vigour in devouring him as he trails down with his kisses down his neck, towards his collarbones. Jungkook is completely at Jimin's mercy and he's desperate to ruin him and Jungkook would gladly let him any time.
Sensible thoughts slip away from him when Jimin latches his lips on his pecs, leaving small bruises faintly blooming on his skin a pinkish colour. He'll enjoy staring at those marks later when he looks at himself in the mirror.
Jimin slips a hand around and below his thick thigh and pulls it up to make Jungkook bend it around his waist and Jungkook feels Jimin's hard on pressing against his own, this time fully hard. He suddenly has the urge to suck Jimin's dick, have him fill his mouth as he deepthroats him. At the mere thought, he feels his member twitch in the tight confines of his jeans. Jimin notices it and Jungkook can feel the stretch of his lopsided smirk.
"What are you thinking, Jungkookie?" He mouths at the shell of Jungkook's ear, knowing how sensitive his ears are. This time his hole clenches around nothing. He feels so humiliatingly turned on.
Jimin's gaze is predatory when it lands on his face, sheer lust swimming in his eyes. He looks like he's anticipating an answer with his arched eyebrows.
"I want to suck you off, hyung." He almost literally whines but his half-assed attempt at regulating his voice and senses manage to hide the severe desire in his trembling voice.
He shakes his head, always wanting to be in charge, "Not before I do yours. These jeans make your thighs look fantastic." He growls, then he gets to work, unbuckling Jungkook's jeans, frantic and eager. Jungkook watches patiently, enjoying Jimin's desperate expression for touching him as soon as possible. He gets rough and sloppy when he's worked up, using too much force with minimal tasks like slipping Jungkook's jeans and underwear in one go. They both hear the sound of fabric tearing from somewhere but they're too horny to care about the consequences.
The moment Jungkook's bottom is bare just like his abdomen, Jimin grips his hard cock, pumping hurriedly, bringing him to full hardness on the verge of combusting. Precum slowly dribbles out of the head and makes the slide of Jimin's hands easier. Jungkook is a moaning mess immediately, lips falling open. His voice gets stuck in the back of his throat because it feels so good to have Jimin's hand wrapped around his cock. He plays with the head, engulfing it in his palm for a second and then when precum gathers in his hold he slides down towards the base, languidly and with a purpose to drag it for longer.
Jungkook has to lean back against his arms to hold himself up but it's way too hard when Jimin is relentless with his hand. "Look so pretty when you're wrecked." Jimin groans and brings his lips into a rough kiss, biting and ravishing his lips.
"I'm close, please…" Jungkook pants and his head rolls back on his shoulder when Jimin teases his slit, dipping a finger in it to draw more precum. A bodily shiver racks Jungkook's body as he gets millimetres away from the edge of his orgasm but Jimin yanks back his hand, not letting Jungkook finish. The latter makes a desperate cry bounce off his lips, so edged and sensitive yet not fulfilled.
"Sorry baby, not yet. Gonna make you come in my mouth." Jimin says and plants a reassuring kiss on the corner of his mouth against his piercing. "Will you be good for hyung? Let me take care of you?" Jimin gently questions, thumb rubbing soothingly on his hip bones.
Jungkook nods with a frustrated frown but he knows better than to be an impatient brat. Because the more desperate, the more Jimin will drag out his orgasm. Then he'll be left hanging, edged, and wrecked with multiple ruined orgasms until Jimin sees fit to allow him to cum on his own accord. He likes that too, but now's not the time, he wants to take advantage of Jimin's gentleness. He wants more pampering right now.
"Use your words, darling." Jimin encourages as he lifts his chin to look lovingly into his beautiful doe and glassy eyes, overwhelmed with the force of his desire. He can't stop himself to run his thumb on Jungkook's kiss-bitten lips as his gaze becomes fixed on them.
"I'll be good," He pants, kissing the tip of Jimin's thumb running on his bottom lip, "Now please touch me." Jungkook whines eagerly in response to Jimin's request and grabs his wrist to place it on the general spot of his twitching and leaking member. "Good boy." Jimin pecks his lips and slowly slides down his hands around his waist gently rubbing at Jungkook's ass, pulling the flesh with his fingers possessively.
He slides his own body down Jungkook's to eventually kneel between his legs, the hard ceramic of the tiles digging against his knees, but he doesn't care about the sting as long as he gets to make Jungkook feel good, pleasured, and loved properly.
The first lude lick of Jimin's long, warm, and wet tongue is placed in the form of a strip from the base of his dick up to the tip, he takes in a sharp breath waiting for more. Jimin swirls his tongue around the pretty head a few times and then lets his lips engulf it. He sucks gently, patiently feeding himself more of Jungkook's length, letting the taste of his precum linger on his tongue before going further down. Jungkook's toes curl at the sight, Jimin's full lips wrapped around his cockhead as his expression is drowned in a kind of bliss Jungkook doesn't want to forget the picture of.
Jimin deepthroats Jungkook all the down to the base, his gag reflex nowhere to be found and that's so fucking hot it makes his member twitch in the back of Jimin's throat. Jimin stills there, letting the entirety of Jungkook's length fill his mouth as he swallows around it. Jungkook's body shivers at the slickness and warmth of Jimin's mouth surrounding him, his toes literally curling.
Jimin pulls back in one go, completely removing Jungkook's member out of his mouth. He licks his lips once, leaving them glistening with his saliva. "I changed my mind. Wanna be inside you." He says bluntly and abruptly stands to walk away from Jungkook towards Taehyung's room where he knows he has a bottle of lube in his nightstand drawer.
Jungkook is so delirious with need he doesn't get to protest why Jimin stopped. He runs a hand in his messy hair and that's only when he realises how much he's sweating because of his damp curls.
Jimin emerges from the room and walks to Jungkook, still lingering against the counter. He has a half-full bottle of lube in his hand but places it on the counter to remove his own shirt. Jungkook can't appreciate that anymore because he gets to drool at Jimin's built body and taut muscles. Even though he is much slimmer than he is, he knows how much strength lies in his core because of countless times of being manhandled by the older.
When Jimin stands in front of him again, he willingly crashes into him when he pulls his waist close and kisses him thoroughly on the lips. His hands cup Jimin's cheeks and deepen the kiss as Jimin smiles beautifully against his lips, "I love you." He whispers, quiet as a breeze but also sweet and so affectionate.
"I love you, too." He says it back, sighing. He's still very much turned on and waiting to be fucked by Jimin. "Now, fuck me." So he reminds Jimin and the older one nods his head, with a gratified smile.
"Turn over for me." Jimin demands and squeezes his sides for emphasis and Jungkook obeys.
He ends up exactly as he wanted, bent over the counter with his ass sticking out as his dick dangle pathetically between his legs rubbing against the surface of the counter, hands flat against the surface as he waits for Jimin. Jimin starts feeling up his body with his hands, torturously, slowly starting from his thighs and leading up to the curve of his lower back. He deliberately misses the spot Jungkook needs him the most and instead kneads the meat of his ass between his fingers. Then, he suddenly feels a cold liquid slide down the crack of his ass, lube. Jimin just mindlessly rubs the liquid on the crack of his ass, spreading it on his skin to warm it.
For the second time, he feels the coolness of lube, this time directly over his clenching hole. Eventually, Jimin slides a single finger inside and so fucking slowly Jungkook clenches again as if attempting to suck him in faster. But, Jimin is unfazed and he continues to finger Jungkook with that same single finger, even though he meets a bit of resistance because of desperate attempts of Jungkook to clench down. When he reaches his knuckle he lingers there. Jungkook feels a tingle in his lower belly, the faint sensation of an orgasm too far.
Jimin crooks his finger eventually and slides out, he sets a rhythm with the same routine and continues it for about a minute. Jungkook whimpers and wiggles his ass for more but he knows it's useless when Jimin loves to set his own pace. When Jimin eventually gets to three fingers, he can't hold back the wail that boils up his chest. "Hyung, I'm ready. Please." He sounds muffled with his forehead against the hardwood of the countertop.
Jimin silently complies and gently removes his fingers, his clean hand traces his spine and buries itself in the mop of his hair. It's gotten so much longer and Jimin can't keep his hands to himself. He gently grabs Jungkook's waist to help him turn and stand straight and chest to chest with him.
"You're still dressed. 's not fair." Jungkook protests and his hand goes down towards the hem of Jimin's shirt as the older chuckles fondly. He watches the younger fiddle with it. He is so endearing when he's worked up and impatient, with pink cheeks and sparkling eyes.
"Is that so?" He teases as he cups Jungkook's face and wraps his arm around his waist again to walk back together towards the couch nearby. Before plopping down on it he lets go of Jungkook and reaches down to pull up his shirt by the collar over and off his head. "Better?"
"A little." Jungkook sounds reluctant but Jimin knows he is trying not to be greedy and only take what Jimin gives him, so he rewards him. "Go on, sweetheart. Do whatever you want." Jimin encourages and it startles Jungkook. His eyes grow wide like a bunny caught in headlights. Jimin nods, silently giving him permission to touch.
Jungkook, standing there in all his naked and stretched out glory in Taehyung's studio apartment, on the verge of having sex with Jimin. The thought hits him like a slap but not stinging like one, actually in an exciting way. So, with shaky but eager hands he reaches for Jimin's belt and unbuckles it, not tearing his gaze from Jimin's. They both look like they're close to devouring each other and it fuels the need in Jungkook's veins and speeds up with opening Jimin's button and zipper.
Moments later, Jungkook is lying down on the couch with Jimin between his legs. He tightens his limbs around Jimin's waist as they kiss, tongues and teeth clashing lecherously. Jungkook doesn't remember Jimin bringing the lube bottle with him, but Jimin detaches himself and retrieves it to pour it on his hand and coat his hard member. Jungkook gapes with hungry eyes and when he leans over him he welcomes him in his arms. Jimin slips himself inside Jungkook. His eyes roll to the back of his head as his hand tightens against Jimin's shoulder, the sting is dull enough to lead to pleasure.
"Ah… Hyung. You feel so good." He sighs and grabs Jimin's face to capture his lips, his other hand around his back to hold him close.
"Mmm, you too. So much." The older hums against his lips and starts thrusting in practised movements of his hips, driving Jungkook insane with the pleasure of it.
Jungkook's hand frantically flies to the armrest of the couch as his back arches when Jimin hits a certain spot, mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure.
In the midst of his fucked out dazed, Jungkook's memory kicks in and reminds him they are not in the comfort of their shared bed and Taehyung can arrive any minute. He grips Jimin's bicep, digging his nails into his sweaty skin. Jimin hisses because of the sting of Jungkook's blunt nails in his skin, but it doesn't stop him and he continues his brutal pace by pushing his hips forward.
"A-ah hyung… What if-" Jungkook's words die down on his tongue with a deep thrust Jimin pushes inside him, their hips now pressed against each other. Jimin doesn't move, lets his member settle inside Jungkook's heat. It drives him almost to the edge from how tight and hot he feels inside him. A shiver runs down his spine as he drops his head down, breathing heavily.
Jungkook lifts a hand to run it through Jimin's damp strands hanging off his face. He uses this opportunity to word out what he attempted but was stopped, "Hyung, what if Taehyung-hyung shows up?" He mumbles casually, his own breath a bit ragged.
"He won't. He's got class until late afternoon." Jimin answers as he reaches for Jungkook's thigh to caress the skin there, more grounding himself and less soothing Jungkook. His cock is still hard and twitching inside the younger.
"So you knew that and planned this, didn't you?" Jungkook chuckles, not surprised by his boyfriend planning ahead to seduce him into having sex. They've both been neglected because of weeks of being busy with Jimin's work and Jungkook's studies. So he doesn't blame Jimin for being desperate to fuck.
"What if I did? I've been going half out of my mind without touching you these past few weeks." Jimin confesses as he buries his face inside Jungkook's neck to kiss and nip at his jaw. "Besides that's nothing he hasn't seen before." He declares, reminding Jungkook of that one time they had a threesome with Taehyung back when the two were into exploring an open relationship. It makes Jungkook's cock stir so hard, it should be painful. His hips start twitching slightly and the jostle of Jimin inside him sends tiny electrifying jolts of pleasure up along his spine, his walls clenching around his cock with a gasp escaping his lips.
"So care to start moving again, Jimin? I'm going insane." Jungkook groans, growing impatient and flustered from how long he's been on edge.
"I'm glad my cock stirs such intense emotions in you." Jimin smirks and slides out of Jungkook and aims his hips to thrust back inside deeply, making any remark Jungkook was about to bark out in his throat and instead turn into a whimper.
Two thrusts later and a few more strokes of Jimin's hand around Jungkook's previously neglected hard cock, Jungkook vibrates with his orgasm tipping him over the edge as he stains Jimin's fingers and both their stomachs. Jimin continues with slow thrusts to let Jungkook ride out his orgasm until he's too sensitive. He can tell when his screams turn into dragged out moans and chants of too much.
Jimin leans down, uncaring of the sticky mess between them to peck all over Jungkook's face, "Did so good, baby. Came so beautifully for me." Jimin chants his praises against Jungkook's skin as he lays down eyes closed, basking in his post orgasm haze with small hums of satisfaction.
"You're still hard." Jungkook slurs, when he opens his eyes Jimin is nibbling on the soft skin of his deliciously thick neck. He tastes like sweat and smells like it, a bit of his body wash scent mixing in to send Jimin's head spinning. He smiles at Jungkook being considerate of his pleasure even after he got his own.
Jimin comes up to look at Jungkook, his eyes heavy with sleep, but he looks so incredibly beautiful after an orgasm, "We don't have to do anything if you're too tired for it." He briefly kisses Jungkook's lips, his tenderness a complete opposite of him brutally pounding into the younger minutes before.
"You can just go on and fuck me, I can take it." He says and for reassurance, he squeezes Jimin's hips straddling him still and with his hard cock inside him.
"Are you sure? I thought you're too sensitive for that." Jimin worries, his expression turning serious and caring.
"Well, I am. But that's the fun of it." Jungkook grins, as he strokes Jimin's chest, batting his eyelashes in a way that has Jimin snorting.
"You're acting like I'm your one night stand." Jimin teases, rubbing Jungkook's thigh as he moves to sit on his hunches as he drags Jungkook's hips onto his lap, still inside him. It's gonna drive him feral every time his cock moves inside Jungkook's hole. He's still tight as if he didn't just fuck his brains out.
"Come on, stop talking. Show me what you've got, Jimin-ie." Jungkook encourages, wriggling his hips to show his impatience.
"Okay, okay. Alright. Ready?" Jimin says, Jungkook nods and he positions his hips again to thrust out slowly and then inside roughly.
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow as he whimpers. He feels every detail on Jimin's girth as he pulls out again and pushes inside, this time hitting his prostate. He writhes around on top of the couch, the sensation is so overwhelming he feels like his cock hardens again.
Jimin pays him no mind as he sets a pace. A few thrusts in and Jungkook feels the telltale tremble of Jimin's shoulders under his grip, then he comes and paints Jungkook's insides with his hot release. The younger finds himself coming dryly again, his cock twitching and balls tightening as his head is so swollen and red. The force of his second orgasm is unusually blinding that he unconsciously claws at Jimin's back, leaving red marks as the older bites back on his shoulder.
"You're so good, Jungkook-ah." Jimin's muffled words echo in Jungkook's ear from where his head is buried in his shoulder. He feels a warm wetness on his shoulder and realises Jimin is planting open mouthed kisses where he bit to soothe the sting.
Jimin pulls out and they both hiss, cum trickles out of Jungkook’s now loose hole and it threatens to stain the couch before Jimin cups his hand under it. Somehow it’s so hot to Jungkook the way Jimin takes his time with him giving him aftercare.
To prevent himself from getting another boner, he starts with a shit-eating smile, “Taehyung would skin us both alive if he finds out we had stained his precious couch when he was away.” Jimin snorts, “Definitely.’’ He shuffles around to look for tissues to clean himself and Jungkook up. It doesn't do much because some of the bodily fluids are already going dry and they are both in desperate need of a shower. “But what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.” He concludes, shrugging.
Jimin and Jungkook are both aware of their best friend's rules if they wanna stay over. 1. No sex on any surface of his house (without him). 2. Always save him food if they make any. Funnily enough, Taehyung had sat down with the two very seriously to brief them on his rules, when he first moved into his apartment from their shared one with all the three of them. He had ultimately decided to do that for the sake of himself and his sanity because of how much sex Jimin and Jungkook had when they got together. They still are pretty insatiable which explains the couch sex. Besides that Taehyung brought in hook ups and their previous apartment was too small to not make things awkward the morning after four people in one apartment had sex the night before.
Jimin smiles fondly at the memory of it once actually happening and he remembers how red Jungkook looked when they both emerged from their room and bumped into Taehyung and his hookup - a short but well built man with dark long hair and catlike features - leaving the bathroom, freshly showered. Jungkook looked embarrassed because he got off on their sounds during sex with Jimin and the older made sure to tease him about it endlessly.
They end up borrowing some clothes from Taehyung’s closet and cuddle on the bed watching some cheesy drama until Jungkook falls asleep on top of Jimin’s shoulder, looking like a giant rabbit. Jimin watches him. All his features, his moles and the details of his skin, and all the faint acne marks. He feels like the luckiest man alive to have a man like Jungkook, so talented and so full of life all to himself.