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“Can't believe you're dressed up like this for Halloween. You were supposed to look sexy!” Seokjin complains as he looks at Jimin's outfit in disappointment.
“No, it's not supposed to be sexy. It's supposed to be scary. It's Halloween!” Jimin justifies, finishing the last adjustments of his outfit.
They are at Taehyung’s house getting ready, since it's closer to Hoseok's house, where the party is going to happen.
“Jimin. You're wearing a black shirt, jeans and your thick rimmed glasses. How does this count as ‘scary'?” Taehyung asks, dripping some fake blood in the corner of his lips to give the final touch to his vampire costume.
Jimin rolls his eyes, “I'm an imaginary number! See?” he points at the middle of his shirt, where he used beads to write an ‘i’. “There's nothing more ghostly than a number that doesn't exist! Also, rude. I'm short-sighted. I can't simply ditch my glasses.”
“You're right. I'm scared.” Seokjin grunts from where he is sitting on Taehyung's bed. “My friend is a fucking nerd and is talking about math when we’re about to go to a party and have fun.”
Jimin widens his eyes for good measure, pointing at Seokjin's outfit. “What's so sexy about pirates? They only steal from other people and don't bathe so they probably smell like fish, old rags and rum all the time!”
Taehyung snorts, spilling fake blood on the floor. Seokjin grits his teeth. “Yah! Ungrateful brat. You know exactly why I said you should wear something sexy today.”
Of course Jimin knows.
It's because his ex is going to the party and tonight will be the first time Jimin is seeing him after their rather messy break-up weeks ago.
Their relationship hadn't exactly been going well lately, but they had been dating for almost two years, so Jimin expected that at least Sangwook would respect him enough to talk to him about breaking up instead of ghosting him and cheating on him with his sunbae.
Jimin shakes his head. “I don't need to look sexy to get back at Sangwook. I have a brain. And a plan.” He smirks devilishly as he pushes his black hair out of his forehead, looking at himself in the mirror.
“A plan?” Taehyung asks and Seokjin perks up from the bed, suddenly interested.
“And what is it?” Seokjin raises an eyebrow.
Jimin licks his bottom lip and turns around to look at both of them. The gears are already turning in his head.
“I’m going to sleep with one of his friends.”
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“Who would be the best option?” Jimin asks, looking at the group of guys from the university swimming team who are now screaming as one of them dances on the table in his swim trunks.
“They all seem kind of pathetic to me,” Seokjin says. The music is loud in their ears so they have to keep their voices high if they want to be heard.
“But so did Sangwook, and Jimin still dated him.” Taehyung argued, sipping on his cheap beer. Jimin opened his mouth to complain only to notice he had no excuse for that so he shut up, making Taehyung chuckle.
“Does it really matter who it's going to be?” Seokjin asks.
“I'm not sure. But it has to be someone who's willing to sleep with me, right? I don't know if they have some sort of ‘bro code’ on the swimming team or something.” Jimin sighs, starting to have second thoughts.
He was never the type to sleep around, as he never liked that kind of thing. Sangwook was his first real boyfriend, even though he’d had a few flings before. Jimin had been dedicated, loving, and faithful, but it didn't get him anywhere. Sangwook betrayed him and was now walking hand in hand with the girl from his arithmetic's class, whom he had met while visiting Jimin on his side of the campus.
“It can't be Mingyu; he is going out with a guy from my art club.” Taehyung says, pointing at the big guy who is dressed up as what seems to be a werewolf if his wolf ears and fur coat are anything to go by.
“What a shame,” Seokjin sighs. “He is cute.”
Jimin nods but continues scrutinizing his other options.
“Jisub, Youngjoon and Dohan are straight as hell so it's out of option, too.” He comments, scratching their names out of the fictional list he had on his mind.
“It means that the only one left is—”
“No…” Jimin whines, shaking his head in denial.
He can't believe his only opportunity to get revenge on Sangwook will have to involve Han Ilkyu.
“Isn't he that guy who lived in the United States for six months and, when he came back, wouldn't stop speaking in English to everyone like he didn't know how to speak Korean anymore?” Seokjin snorts and Jimin groans.
Han Ilkyu is insufferable. He thinks he is the center of the world and is determined to make everyone around him feel inferior to him even though he only has one and a half working brain cells and uses his dad's money to buy him friends. The only reason he's even on the swimming team is that his father probably manipulated the university coach.
“He’s handsome, though.” Taehyung squints his eyes, moving his thumbs and index fingers to form a rectangle in his hands to focus on Ilkyu who is a few meters away, doing bodyshots at one of the girls from the cheerleading team. “Maybe if you could get him to shut up…”
Jimin shakes his head. “I'm going to need way more than this if I have to deal with him.” He points at his cup of now lukewarm beer. “I'm going to the kitchen.”
“Good luck, Minie!” Seokjin screams and Jimin waves at his friends as he walks away.
The kitchen is not packed like the rest of the house, allowing Jimin to get a breath of fresh air for the first time since coming inside. Besides him there’s only one other person standing there: Wonpil, the president of the chess club which he used to be part of.
“Hey, Jimin. Fancy seeing you here.” He smiles and Jimin offers him a half-hearted one in return. “Did you forget your costume at home?” He asks with a teasing tone and Jimin fights the urge to roll his eyes.
He is dressed as a very non-accurate version of a viking warrior which is not very creative in Jimin’s opinion so he should worry more about his own appearance rather than focus on Jimin's.
Jimin gestures to his body with an open hand. “Boo!”
The guy laughs. “What does the ‘i’ stand for… egocentric?” He asks, winking at Jimin and pointing finger guns at him while he walks away backwards.
There's incredulity in Jimin's face as he watches Wonpil leave before huffing and turning around to the kitchen island. He finds a glass bowl of red punch and serves himself a cup, drinking half of it in one single gulp.
“Egocentric starts with an ‘e’, fucking halfwit.” He grits through his teeth.
Besides the punch bowl, Jimin finds another one full of popcorn. He grabs a fistful just to have something to munch on.
“I've never heard that one before.”
Jimin jumps at the sudden voice so close to his ear, backing away and grabbing at his chest to calm his racing heart.
He finds himself face to face with a tall guy; with a broad chest that is visible even through his tight black shirt and leather jacket. Jimin can't see his face, because he is wearing a Ghostface mask to cover it.
“What the—”
Ghostface-guy chuckles and it is all it takes for Jimin to recognize him before he even takes off the mask, smirking at him.
“So, you got a boyfriend?” Jungkook asks him in his Busan dialect, his voice sounding rough. Jimin huffs and shoves him in the chest, trying not to let his surprise show as he feels the hard muscles under his hand.
“Way to ruin my night, Jeon.” He grunts, cursing himself for not considering the possibility of Jeon Jungkook, his life-long rival of fifteen years, being at the party, especially since it’s at his half-brother Jung Hoseok’s house and, consequently, also his. Jimin fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
“Way to hurt my feelings, Park. I'm happy to see you, too.” Jungkook winks at him. “Didn't think you'd come, since finals are coming and your brainiac ass never stops studying. But I'm glad you came.” He grabs some popcorn for himself and ends up brushing his fingers against Jimin's hand. Jimin hates the way his eyes lingers on his tattooed hand and his full-sleeve peeking from the wrist of his jacket.
Jimin bumps his hip against Jungkook to push him away. “You’re invading my space.” He complains.
Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly and grabs Jimin's cup to chug the rest of the punch, letting out a gasp in the end. “Wah. That's good. Who mixed this?”
“That was my drink!” Jimin snaps indignantly.
“I'm not getting another cup. That's a waste of plastic. We can share. Do you mind?” Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Jimin. “I’m sure this isn't the dirtiest thing your lips have touched.”
Jimin lets out an infuriated sigh as he grabs his cup back to fill it up again. “Whatever.”
“Too bad you didn’t come in costume, though. I wonder what you would’ve dressed up as,” Jungkook squints his eyes, thoughtful.
“I am wearing a costume, bonehead!” Jimin argues.
“Wrong. I’m a ghost. Ghosts don’t have bones.” Jungkook clicks his tongue, and Jimin briefly glances down at him, fighting the urge to kick his shin.
“I’m a ghost, too,” he insists. When Jungkook frowns, he adds, “You wouldn’t understand that, MVP of mediocrity.”
“Ha! Never heard that one either. You’re getting creative, hyung.”
The sudden “hyung” surprises Jimin, and he whips his head toward Jungkook, mouth half-open, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice what he called Jimin—too occupied drinking from his cup. Jimin can’t help but notice how his throat moves as he swallows.
“This punch is too weak,” Jungkook suddenly says. “You want some soju?” he asks, tilting his head.
Jimin blinks, shaking his head to clear the image of Jungkook’s neck from his mind. “There’s soju here?”
“Not for everyone, but you’re not everyone, are you?” Jungkook winks and walks over to one of the lower cabinet doors. He crouches down and reaches inside. When he pulls his arm back, there’s a soju bottle in his hand. “Found it!”
He returns to the kitchen island, shaking the bottle before placing it on the surface and easily opening the cap. Jimin hums in approval.
“I’m impressed,” he says, jutting his lower lip out as he watches Jungkook pour the drink into the plastic red cup.
“It’s not really appropriate for soju, but…” Jungkook shrugs.
“No worries, Jeon. What matters is what’s on the inside, anyway.” Jimin grins, grabbing the cup for his first sip.
“Why do you always call me that?” Jungkook asks suddenly. Jimin raises his eyebrows in surprise.
“It’s your name,” he replies, as if it’s obvious.
“My name is Jungkook. Are you afraid that if you say it three times I’ll show up like Beetlejuice?" Jungkook snorts. "Well, too bad for you. I’m already here.” He smiles, but there’s a hint of something behind it that Jimin doesn’t quite catch. The moment passes as Jungkook snatches the cup from Jimin’s hand for a sip.
“And what a nightmare it is,” Jimin retorts. “You call me ‘Park’ too, though.”
“Yeah, because you started it,” Jungkook mumbles.
Jimin frowns, trying to remember.
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They first met when Jungkook was seven and Jimin was nine, during a school trip to the zoo. Jimin had been too focused on the polar bear to notice the little boy who arrived and stood beside him, equally enchanted and wide-eyed. When Jimin finally did look over, his first thought was that the boy was really cute—with his big cheeks, huge eyes that looked like tapioca pearls, and a smile that made him look like a baby bunny.
“Did you know polar bears’ fur isn’t really white?” Jimin asked, excited to share his knowledge.
The small boy turned around with wide, curious eyes as he stared at Jimin.
“It’s clear! Like, see-through! And it’s kind of hollow inside.” Jimin grinned proudly, thrilled to share his favorite animal fact from all those documentaries he watched. “That’s why it looks white! It just bounces sunlight off!” His smile stretched wide, making his eyes crinkle with joy. “Isn’t that so cool?”
Jimin had expected him to say something, anything, or at least nod. Instead, he dropped his opened bottle of grape juice on the floor, splattering it all over Jimin’s uniform. Jimin had stared at him, too shocked and embarrassed to say anything as he just stared back. At the end, Jimin balled his hands into fists and looked around before running away.
It ruined the rest of Jimin’s day. The other kids kept teasing him until he decided to hide inside the bus for the rest of the afternoon, waiting for the time to go back. As they returned and the teacher called their names, Jimin learned the boy's name was Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook passed by him and sat in the seat behind, not even bothering to apologize.
Jimin promised himself that day he would hate Jungkook forever. When he switched schools the following year, he hoped he would never see him again, but things rarely turned out as he expected.
A few years later, Jimin met another boy named Jung Hoseok, who had just moved from Gwangju to Busan because his mother remarried a man who had a son a few years younger than him. They instantly clicked and became inseparable friends. Eventually, Jimin discovered that Hoseok's half-brother was none other than Jeon Jungkook, who was also attending their school now. Jimin was sixteen at the time, while Jungkook was fourteen.
Jimin hated to admit that he broke his promise almost immediately, feeling his heart race at the sight of Jungkook's face. Jungkook still had baby fat on his cheeks, and his nose was a bit big for his face, but to Jimin, he was the most handsome guy in the whole school. It was also during this time that Jungkook first took an interest in swimming.
They never talked. Jungkook was quiet whenever Jimin hung out with Hoseok and he was near, and Jimin didn’t try to start a conversation, too scared of what might come out of it. He still felt some resentment toward Jungkook, not just for the juice incident but for never having apologized for making a fool of him. It was silly, but Jimin ended up developing a crush on his friend’s half-brother, and didn't want to ruin it by talking to him, afraid to find out he wasn’t just shy but actually a jerk.
Once again, things didn’t go as Jimin expected.
It was lunchtime at school, and Jimin was animatedly chatting with his friends about a new manhwa café that had opened in the neighborhood a few weeks earlier when someone bumped into him from behind. He felt something wet drip down his back and turned around, eyes wide, to find Jungkook there, mirroring his surprise. In his hands was a cup of cold lemonade, and a few meters behind him, Jungkook’s friends from the swimming team were pointing and chuckling, covering their mouths as they whispered to each other.
Something snapped inside Jimin. He stood up, only to realize Jungkook was taller than him now, but that didn’t intimidate him.
“Yah. Watch where you’re going,” Jimin said, raising an eyebrow. Jungkook swallowed hard, keeping his expression firm.
“I was just trying to—” he began, raising the cup, but Jimin instinctively slapped his hand away. The lemonade spilled onto the floor and their uniforms. Gasps and whispers echoed around the cafeteria, even surprising Jimin's friends, as Jimin had always been a chill person. Jungkook's friends looked shocked.
There was no embarrassment this time, which was a relief. Jungkook had frozen, looking taken aback and utterly oblivious, like a deer caught in the headlights as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Jimin almost wanted to laugh at his false innocence but a bubble of frustration surged within him. He glanced around and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Then, he turned to Jungkook with a hard gaze.
“Now we’re even, Jeon.”
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Jimin nods, his gaze fixed at Jungkook. “I supposed I did start it…”
Jungkook snorts, filling the cup up again. Jimin hadn't even noticed when he finished drinking it.
“Hey! It's my turn now. I think you had more soju than I did,” Jimin protests.
“I didn't,” Jungkook retorts, and Jimin squints his eyes at him.
“You totally did.”
Rather than continuing their bickering, Jungkook hands him the cup. He then takes off his leather jacket and waves a hand in front of his face, exhaling sharply. He rests his arms on the countertop, tapping his fingers as he waits patiently. Instead of drinking, Jimin allows his alcohol-fueled thoughts to take over as he simply stares at Jungkook.
During their university years, he had become quite big. His back is broader, his shoulders wider, with rippling muscles all over them. It's then that Jimin remembers that Jungkook is a backstroke swimmer.
Which means he is also on their university swimming team.
Jimin's eyes wander a bit lower, to his neck, searching for the small mole he knows is there. He finds it easily. The tips of his fingers prickle with the urge to touch it, but he grips the plastic cup tighter to stop himself, crumpling it slightly. He can't help but let his eyes wander ever lower, at the trail of sweat running from Jungkook's neck towards the collar of his shirt, disappearing into the dark fabric. Jimin doesn't dare to go any lower, raising his eyes to look back at Jungkook's side profile.
“You are hot,” he blurts out.
To Jimin's surprise, Jungkook looks utterly astonished when he whips his head to meet his gaze with slightly widened eyes. “I beg your finest pardon?”
“The kitchen is warm, you took off your jacket, your face is a bit red, and you're sweating. Hence, you are hot.”
Jungkook's mouth falls open, still looking a bit flustered. “Ah… right.”
There's a brief moment of silence. Jimin presses his lips together but the beer mixed with the alcoholic punch and the soju — and the fact that Jungkook is right in front of him, looking so damn attractive — has already demolished his brain-to-mouth filter.
“But it doesn't mean that you aren't hot,” he continues. “As in… attractive.” Jimin gestures at Jungkook's body.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow at him. Something flashes in his dark eyes, something Jimin can't quite grasp. Jimin hates that he can't read him now so he just huffs in frustration.
“Come on. You know you're hot. Everyone at uni wants to go out with you.” Jimin gives him a pointed look, exasperated.
At that, Jungkook lets out a sharp puff of breath, tilting his head lightly from side to side. He grabs the cup from Jimin's hand, tipping his head back and drinking greedily.
“You know I'm right.” Jimin gives a careless shrug, feigning indifference. After a heartbeat, he asks, “What about Sooyoung?”
“That ended a long time ago.” Jungkook rolls one shoulder lazily, placing the empty cup on the table as he looks at Jimin with resolute eyes.
“And Min Yoongi?”
“It was just a friends-with-benefits situation. Nothing serious.” Jungkook dismisses it, circling the rim of the cup with the point of his index finger. “We're friends now.”
Jimin observes him, thoughtful. For some reason, he feels relieved, yet something in this situation still bothers him. He forces a tight-lipped smile, something akin to frustration flickering in his eyes.
“Oh, right. I forgot you don't take these things too seriously.”
He avoids Jungkook's gaze after that, looking anywhere but at him. The kitchen feels bigger now that he is paying attention to it. There are numerous cabinets and their refrigerator is absolutely huge. Next to the island where they're staying, there's a rectangular table with six chairs and a strange sculpture on top serving as decoration. The lights are dim and yellowish, which is probably why it's so warm there.
“You seem to know too much about my life…” Jungkook's voice suddenly breaks the silence.
Jimin's eyes widen in shock, and he chokes for a moment, pretending to cough to hide his surprise, embarrassed to be caught red-handed.
“It’s just that—” Jimin clears his throat. His eyes roam around before he looks at Jungkook again, returning his fierce gaze. “People like to talk about you. You're quite the hot topic among the other students.”
Jimin omits the details about what he had heard about Jungkook.
Hey. Did you hear that Doyeon from social science slept with Jungkook? Rumors say he's a 10 out of 10. No, he's an eleven. Definitely an eleven.
Jeon Jungkook definitely has the whole package.
His arms are so huge. I bet he could lift someone up in his arms like it's nothing. His body is pure muscle.
He shakes his head to free himself from those thoughts, hoping Jungkook will assume his flushed face is from the drinks and the heat, not because he is embarrassed.
“Did you just call me hot again?” Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up at Jimin.
“You know what I meant!” Jimin exclaims with a dramatic flair.
“Do I?”
Jimin groans, knowing his stupid, honest, and drunk mouth just gave Jungkook something to never shut up about. Suddenly, a song he knows starts playing and an idea to distract him comes to Jimin.
“Do you want to dance?” Jimin blurts out. “With me.”
Jungkook’s mouth drops open, and he seems surprised again. Jimin did want him to shut up before, but now the silence lasts so long that he is about to curse himself out loud, tell Jungkook to forget it, and leave the party for good when Jungkook offers him a small nod, straightening up and grabbing his mask from the countertop.
“Yeah.” His voice sounds a bit breathless. “I want to.”
The walk to the living room is awkward. Jimin walks ahead, glancing back now and then to make sure Jungkook is still following him. It feels like more people have arrived while they were in their little bubble in the kitchen because the place seems more crowded than Jimin remembers.
Someone bumps into Jimin, sending him stumbling backward.
Just as he's about to completely lose his balance, two strong hands catch him, steadying him as his back collides with Jungkook’s chest. Dizzy from the neon-colored lights, Jimin turns in Jungkook’s arms. Even though he’s already steady, Jungkook keeps him close. His hands slide from Jimin’s arms to his elbows, and his gaze hardens, throwing daggers at something behind Jimin’s head.
Before Jimin can turn to see what he’s looking at, Jungkook’s eyes shift back to him. His expression softens, features relaxing as he tilts his head closer to Jimin’s face.
“You okay?” Jungkook asks.
Jimin nods, feeling his nerves spike again.
“Yes,” he replies, though his voice is so low he doubts Jungkook hears it over the loud music.
Music. Of course. That’s why they came here—to dance.
Jimin wets his bottom lip and rests his hands on Jungkook's arms, feeling the muscles tense under his fingers. Jungkook takes a sharp breath, watching him with a low-lidded gaze that lingers a second too long. His hands slide to Jimin's waist, fingertips grazing the fabric of his shirt and leaving a trail of tingling heat on his skin as he pulls him closer.
Jimin's hands glide up Jungkook’s arms, tracing the taut muscles, until they reach his neck. He hooks his fingers behind Jungkook’s nape, finally beginning to dance.
His hips sway in slow, fluid movements to the rhythm of the song. Jungkook freezes for a moment, only watching Jimin, then mirrors his moves. The dim lights cast shifting shadows across the room, but even that can’t hide the sharp angles of Jungkook's face. He’s so handsome that it’s hard for Jimin to look away now that he’s allowed himself to.
Their eyes lock, and Jimin’s heart races, breath catching as Jungkook looks at him with hungry eyes full of unsaid things—desire lingering beneath the surface.
Their movements slow, and Jungkook pulls Jimin flush against him, sending Jimin’s pulse spiraling out of control. A shiver runs down Jimin’s spine, and he lets out a sharp breath. They move together in a slow rhythm, closer than ever now, as if the rest of the party has faded around them. The only thing in Jimin's mind is Jungkook’s body against his.
Jungkook's finger trace Jimin's waist, and he feels the heat radiating off his skin. He wasn't even moving anymore, seeming to just enjoy having Jimin on his arms, and the thought makes Jimin so dizzy it feels like he is going to faint.
Suddenly, it’s too much.
Jimin pulls away slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. As soon as their bodies stop touching, Jimin's mind clears a little, even though his body still buzzes from their closeness. He takes a deep breath, meeting Jungkook's equally stunned gaze.
Jimin opens his mouth, then closes it, unsure of what to say. Finally, the words stumble out.
“Sorry, I have to—”
He doesn’t finish. Ignoring the way Jungkook’s hand twitches toward him, Jimin turns on his heel and slips off the dance floor, hoping to find a place where he could breathe.
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The hiding place he finds is a staircase at the end of a hallway, isolated from the rest of the party. The music is muffled now, and he can barely hear it, only feeling the bass thrumming through the walls. A few people pass by him occasionally, probably searching for a bathroom, but they don't pay him any mind.
Jimin feels calmer, his heart beating at a normal pace now, but he still feels warm all over, the ghost of Jungkook's touch lingering on his skin. His arms rest on his knees, and he plays with the straps of his pants, trying to distract himself from these thoughts.
“Jimin!” His head snaps in the direction of the voice, finding his friends coming toward him, laughing.
“How could we forget that Jungkook is also from the swimming team?” Seokjin laughs, clapping his hands together. He sits beside Jimin, giving him a side hug.
Jimin looks from Taehyung to Seokjin, feeling puzzled as his mind swirls with thoughts.
“You made the right choice, Jiminie. Sangwook was fuming while watching you two—you should have seen it.” Taehyung cackles.
“Huh?” Jimin frowns slightly.
It's then that he remembers their earlier conversation about his plan to get back at Sangwook for cheating on him. Jimin's mouth falls slightly open. He had completely forgotten about it. Even when he invited Jungkook to dance with him, there was no sign of Sangwook in his mind.
The only thing he had thought about was…
Jimin gets up, patting his pants to remove any dust that might have settled on them. Taehyung and Seokjin exchange a pointed look before looking at him.
“I—I have to use the bathroom. Yeah. See you guys later?” he offers, turning around to go upstairs.
“Uh… I don't think we can go—” Taehyung starts, but Jimin waves him off.
“Hoseok is my friend. It's okay. He won't mind.” He tries to force a chuckle, pretending to be nonchalant. “You guys go back to the party and enjoy yourselves, okay?” Jimin climbs the steps quickly before they can stop him once more.
Upstairs, Jimin finds himself in another long hallway. He walks ahead to put some distance between himself and the stairs, stopping right in front of one of the corridor doors before he starts to pace back and forth, gripping his chest over his shirt as he tries to calm his racing heart.
“Jimin, stop it. Come on. It’s just Jungkook, remember? He spilled juice on your uniform and made you look stupid in front of everyone. He’s an idiot. A hot idiot… but still an idiot!” He closes his eyes as a very inappropriate image of Jungkook comes to mind and stomps his feet, groaning in frustration.
He can’t believe he’s fretting over something like this. Maybe coming to this party had been a terrible decision, and he should have just stayed home watching scary movies alone instead of hiding at a party because he is having dirty thoughts about someone he used to dislike.
“Jimin?”
He spins around sharply, his eyebrows shooting up as a flicker of surprise crosses his face.
Jungkook walks toward him, looking just as startled to see him up here. He's still a bit flushed from the heat and hasn’t put his jacket back on. His Ghostface mask is in his hand, the black fabric slightly crumpled between his fingers. He stops in front of Jimin, his gaze intense and unreadable.
“I… didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, his gaze never leaving Jimin’s face.
“Oh… right.” Jimin stammers, adjusting his glasses with a finger.
He returns Jungkook’s intense gaze, the tension between them almost palpable now—the air charged with something unspoken. Although neither of them has dared to step forward, the short distance between them seems to shrink. Instead of dislike, Jimin’s eyes flash with something different, deeper—something dangerously close to what he’s denied feeling for so long.
Desire.
All at once, something clicks into place inside him. An invisible line had stood between them since they first met, keeping Jungkook unreachable to him—like Jimin was a child gazing at the most extraordinary toy on the top shelf, just out of reach. It had always been like that.
But now, as the air shifts around them, even though he knows there will be no turning back after this, Jimin is willing to cross that line,
He looks at Jungkook—his slightly long hair, the piercings in his ears, his big eyes and sharp eyebrows, his nose, his thin upper lip and fuller lower lip, the mole just below it. His neck, his chest, his body.
“Fuck it,” Jimin whispers so softly he can barely hear himself. Jungkook blinks at him.
“Wh—”
“Have sex with me,” he blurts out, looking directly at Jungkook.
Jungkook’s eyes go wide, a sudden cough breaking through the shock on his face. “You—”
“Sorry, is my choice of words unfamiliar to you? I mean that I want you to fuck me.”
Jungkook seems at a loss for words, blowing out the air from his lungs in incredulity. “I know what it means, Jimin, I—”
“But I want you to put your mask on,” he babbles, pointing at the mask in Jungkook's hand.
That seems to confuse Jungkook even more as he looks at it before glancing back at Jimin, exhaling sharply as one of his eyebrows perks up. “Do you have a fetish or something?”
He sounds genuinely curious this time, and it makes Jimin nervous. His face flushes, and he raises his hand to wave in front of Jungkook's face. “So I don't have to look at your face,” he justifies, sounding agitated.
Jungkook stares at him for a second too long before giving a curt laugh, seeming incredulous. Jimin looks back at him, waiting for him to say something—anything. At this moment, even a rejection would work. Anything but his silence and his amused expression.
In a moment of clarity, Jimin feels embarrassed once more—like he’s at the zoo again, with his clothes dirty as other children point at him and laugh. This was a bad idea, he tells himself. A terrible idea.
Finally, Jimin shakes his head and turns around, determined to actually leave the party this time. Maybe he would also drop out of university and leave the city. Go back to Busan or anywhere else far away, where the ghosts of his embarrassing moments wouldn't be able to torment him.
One hand grabs at his waist before he can fully leave, making him almost stumble. Jimin heaves as he is turned around again, and his chest collides with Jungkook's. Jimin looks at him, swallowing hard when he finds him smiling at him with a smug look—as if he were the child now and Jimin was serving the toy he had longed for the most on a silver platter. It's enough to make Jimin's face feel even warmer.
“I'll do it,” Jungkook says, a bit short of breath. He promptly uses the hand not holding Jimin's waist to put the Ghostface mask back on, and Jimin blinks, feeling something twitch inside him. “Better?” Jungkook asks with a teasing tone.
Jimin opens his mouth, ready to retort, but the words catch in his throat. He doesn’t know what to say, as if his brain is failing to find a fitting response to Jungkook's provocation. Swallowing hard, Jimin nods instead. His fingers grip Jungkook's tattooed forearm.
Jungkook chuckles darkly at that. He moves fast, making Jimin's eyes widen as a small yelp escapes his lips when Jungkook swoops him up onto his lap by grabbing both his thighs, making Jimin cross his ankles behind Jungkook's back and grab at his shoulder to regain his balance.
Jungkook pushes Jimin back against the door he had been staying in front of, easily opening it with one hand while he keeps holding Jimin with only one arm. Jimin bites his bottom lip as Jungkook closes the door behind him and walks them towards his bed, dropping Jimin on the mattress and climbing on top of him. Jimin looks up at him, lips parted open as his cheeks flush with some sort of strange excitement growing inside of him.
Jimin immediately pulls at the sleeve of Jungkook's shirt in a demanding way, making Jungkook laugh with a hint of mischief. “Needy, aren't you?” Jungkook asks him.
He kneels on the mattress, grabbing at the bottom hem of his shirt to fully pull it off. Jimin heaves at the sight of his broad, naked chest, his chiseled stomach countered by hard lines, each muscle defined beneath the smooth stretch of his tan, soft skin.
“Your turn.” Jungkook commands, tilting his head to sign at Jimin's body.
Dazed, Jimin sits on the bed with some difficulty and clumsily takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side and fixing his gaze on Jungkook again. He can't see him, but he just knows Jungkook's eyes are on his body, his own steady.
He is breathing sharply, getting closer to Jimin as one of his hands go towards his lips, touching their softness with his index and middle finger.
“I can't use my mouth right now, beautiful. Do you mind…” he doesn't finish his thought. Rather than using his words, Jungkook presses the tip of the fingers to Jimin's bottom lip, urging him to open his mouth. Jimin stares up at the Ghostface mask, feeling himself twitch inside his pants. Obediently, he lets his mouth fall open and reaches to touch Jungkook’s fingers with the tip of his tongue.
Looking up at Jungkook, Jimin swirls his tongue around his fingers slowly. Jungkook leans a bit forward to watch him, body taut as he focuses on Jimin, engaged in what he is seeing. He is completely absorbed in the moment, tensing only when Jimin licks a particularly long loop around his fingers, letting out a wet sound as he pulls away to stare at Jungkook, his lips glistening with a sleek sheen of his own saliva.
Jungkook trails the fingers from Jimin's lips to his neck, grazing at his clavicles before taking them even lower. There’s no hesitation when he uses the wet fingers to pinch one of Jimin's already hard nipples, making him moan.
Hooking his ankles behind the small of Jungkook's back, Jimin pulls him closer, locking him between his thighs. Jungkook inhales sharply, a small sound of surprise catching in their throat as Jimin wraps his arms around him—his short nails digging firmly into Jungkook's skin, grounding his grip. As he clings at Jungkook tightly, his hands feel the firm contour of his muscles shifting under his touch. Jimin knows it will mark Jungkook's skin, lingering long after tonight, but it serves Jungkook just right for rooting himself on Jimin's mind and haunting him and making him unable to pull Jungkook out of his thoughts. Now, for at least a few days, Jungkook will have no other choice but to think about Jimin whenever he sees the scratches etched across his skin.
Jungkook moves to the other nipple, even though his fingers are no longer wet. Jimin squirms and whines. With the heat, the alcohol and the desire clouding his mind, everything in Jimin is aching to close the already almost non-existing space between them. The discomfort inside his pants becomes unbearable—twitching at Jungkook's touch, yearning for something more. He gives a tentative roll of his hips, gasping as he brushes it against Jungkook's, making him groan.
“Ah—” Jimin latches onto Jungkook's shoulder, his fingers digging a little deeper into his flesh. His jeans feel uncomfortable now, every movement of his hips a reminder of the tightness around his thighs and crotch.
Jungkook lets out a low, throaty chuckle that hints at more than just amusement. “Someone's impatient.”
Irritation flickers across Jimin's face before he repeats the same movement again, harder this time, determined to get under Jungkook's skin. It works—he lets out a breathy moan that sends something right through Jimin's dick.
“If you had someone like you between your legs like this, you'd want them to hurry up too,” Jimin shoots back, raising an eyebrow at him. His tone is sharp, as if daring Jungkook to argue with him.
Jungkook's fingers halt and he pulls his hand away from Jimin's chest. He leans closer and Jimin feels the heat irradiating from his body. When Jungkook tilts his head slightly to the side, even through the mask, Jimin feels his warm breath against his ear.
“But I have someone like you under me,” his voice sounds lower but Jimin is able to hear him just fine, the loud music of the party being muffled by the walls of Jungkook's bedroom. Jungkook turns his head again, still hovering close to Jimin's face. His gaze is burning into him, even though Jimin can't see him. “Have you seen yourself, Park?”
Jimin's face flushes slightly at the compliment but he tries to mask it by rolling his eyes and feigning indifference.
“Of course I did, Jeon,” he tries to play it off. “But it’s not like I can fuck myself.”
Though the mask conceals his features, Jungkook's relaxed posture as he leans back slowly, pulling away from Jimin's arms with a slight chuckle escaping his lips speak volumes of his smug satisfaction.
His hands slide slowly along Jimin's torso—from his clavicles to his stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he purposely brushes his thumbs on his nipples. Jimin gasps when Jungkook's tattooed fingers stop at the waistband of his pants, gripping at it.
“You must envy me so bad, then…” Jungkook heaves a long sigh.
Slowly, he reaches up to Jimin's face and grasps the frame of his glasses. The tips of his fingers linger on Jimin's cheeks for longer than it was needed as he takes his glasses off, making Jimin blink rapidly to adjust his vision. He carefully places it on the bedside table before turning his attention back to Jimin.
Jungkook's hands wander lower again, starting to pull Jimin's pants down. Jimin promptly rushes to help him, lifting his hips from the bed as he clumsy grips at the jeans, pushing them off of his body. His movements are jerky and ungraceful but Jungkook seems just as desperate when they finally take it off, throwing it somewhere behind his back quickly.
After freeing Jimin from his pants, Jungkook moves to his own, struggling a bit to unfasten the button. He grunts a little bit, sighing when he eventually takes it off, standing in only his black boxers and the Ghostface mask. Jimin shifts against the pillows behind his back, rearranging himself on the bed. His gaze slips to Jungkook's exposed, strong and toned thighs, drawing his attention like a magnet. He wets his lips, looking up at Jungkook again to see him sifting through his pants’ pocket. Jimin is about to ask him what it is when Jungkook pulls it out.
His hand is closed around the black handle of a toy knife. The blade is mostly gray, with a touch of red along the edge, mimicking the appearance of blood. It glints softly in the light.
Jimin's eyes widen slightly, glazing over at the sight of Jungkook staring down at him, wearing a Ghostface mask while holding a knife.
Seeming to read Jimin's mind, Jungkook brings the knife to his lips slowly, until it is pressed against his mouth. Keeping his gaze on Jungkook, Jimin opens his lips and sticks his tongue out to lick at it too. Jungkook's chest heaves, something akin to a growl reverberating in it as he breathes heavily, making Jimin hold back a proud grin.
“Do you enjoy having things in your mouth or are you just trying to show off how skilled you are with your tongue?” Jungkook forces a casual tone, but there is a quiver in his voice that betrays his nonchalant facade. He sounds strained, like he's trying too hard to maintain his control.
There's a gleam of triumph in Jimin's eyes as he holds back a self-satisfied grin. He is delighted at Jungkook's reaction, teetering on the edge of desperation. His gaze sharpens with intensity, eyebrows lifting slightly as he tilts his head to the side, confidence taking over him.
“I don't know…” Jimin starts, then pauses, blinking slowly at Jungkook before continuing. “Why don't you come and find out?”
He doesn't wait for Jungkook's answer. Instead, he sits up, grabbing at Jungkook’s shoulders to push him on his back, his body bouncing lightly against the pillows. Jungkook pants, caught off guard by Jimin's boldness.
There is fierce determination in Jimin's eyes as he looks at Jungkook with a heated gaze, making his intentions clear as he crawls between his thighs until he is face to face with Jungkook's crotch.
“Jimin…” Jungkook’s tone is low and scolding, but the way his thighs tense as soon as Jimin rests his hands on them says something else entirely.
Without a second thought, Jimin seizes at the opportunity given by Jungkook's astonishment and pulls at the hem of his underwear, freeing his cock from it. Jimin lets out a small, surprised moan and his mouth salivates at the sight—his dick is big, even bigger than Jimin expected, its tip glistening with pre-cum. A sense of belated understanding washes over him now that he finally sees it—what he had been missing while everyone else had already known.
Not wasting a moment, he plunges forward and dives right in, closing his lips around the head.
“F-Fuck. Jimin—” Jungkook moans loudly as his thighs clench under Jimin's hold.
Now that Jimin looks at the mask covering Jungkook's face, he feels a pang of regret, longing to see what kind of expression he is making under it. He pulls away with a wet sound, a satisfied purr leaving his throat.
“I see what they mean now,” Jimin comments, tracing the tip of Jungkook's cock with his finger.
Jungkook whines as Jimin wraps his hand around the base of his length. “W-What?”
“The girls and guys you fucked.” Jimin shrugs. He looks at Jungkook intently, his eyes squinting as he assesses him with an almost clinical interest. “You do have the whole package. Pretty face, hot body, sexy voice.” He holds up one finger after another as he lists each point, pouting a little bit. “Big dick.” he says at last.
Jungkook huffs out a breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you seriously evaluating me like I'm some kind of appetizer at a three-star restaurant?" There's a hint of indignation lacing his voice.
A low chuckle of mischief escapes Jimin's lips. “You're not only the appetizer, Jeon,” he says in a hushed tone, his fingers clenching tightly around Jungkook’s cock. “You're the full-course meal.”
This time, Jimin flattens his tongue and sinks all the way down, closing his eyes to hold back tears as Jungkook's cock hits the back of his throat.
"Oh—" Jungkook almost growls, grabbing a handful of Jimin's hair.
Pleased, Jimin hums around him, forcing his eyes open if only to see the way Jungkook's chest heaves as he pulls back slowly, letting his flat tongue drag along the underside of his cock. Jungkook tugs at his locks, panting hard.
"Someone's enjoying it," Jimin whispers, just to be a brat.
"Of course, I am— Fuck," he shuts up when Jimin wraps his lips around the head of his cock again, sucking hard on it as the pre-cum covers his tongue. "Jimin—" He whimpers, letting his mouth fall open.
Jimin takes his cock all the way down once more, closing his eyes to focus on the weight of it on his tongue and the breathy and needy sounds Jungkook is making. He starts bobbing his head up and down, looking at Jungkook everytime he does just to watch him fall apart.
"So good, hyung..." his voice sounds raspy, head thrown back as he starts guiding Jimin's movements on his cock slowly. "So, so good. Ah..."
A brief wave of realization hits Jimin as he acknowledges the fact that he likes it when Jungkook calls him 'hyung'. His hand starts massasing Jungkook's balls softly, fingers rubbing over it while he lets Jungkook fuck his mouth in a slow pace.
When it becomes too much, Jimin pulls away. His throat is burning and his lips are red and swollen, wet from spit and pre-cum. He licks them clean and swallows slowly, savoring the taste that lingers on his tongue. Jungkook mewls, reaching Jimin's face with one hand to hold his cheek, still panting hard, his abdomen tightening with each shaky breath.
Jimin looks at Jungkook through hooded eyes, his gaze heavy with barely contained desire. “You're not coming until you fuck me,” he states with a firm tone of voice, leaving no room for argument.
With another sharp intake of breath, Jungkook dives forward, unwavering, no hint of hesitation in his movements as he rolls them around until Jimin is lying on his back again, his tousled dark hair splayed out messily over Jungkook's pillow.
“My pleasure,” Jungkook says, his voice a deep, smooth purr. He peels off his underwear in one swift motion, casting them aside and barely pausing as he reaches to tug Jimin's down, leaving the both of them fully naked.
Jungkook leans to the side, pulling open the bedside drawer and rifling through it to find what he’s looking for. After a moment, he closes it with a soft click and pulls his hand back, revealing a bottle of lube and a condom in his grasp. He grabs one of the pillows, lifting Jimin's hips easily to place it on his lower back.
Jimin's eyes are fixed on him, watching him eagerly with a racing heart. He licks his lips as he watches Jungkook put some of the lube on his fingers, rubbing them together for what seems to last an eternity as Jimin impatiently waits, his dick throbbing against his abdomen.
“If you don't—” He starts, ready to complain if he had to wait another minute, only to let out a whimper of surprise when the tip of Jungkook's finger touches his hole.
“You were saying…?” Jungkook provokes and Jimin swears he can picture the exact smile he is wearing underneath that mask.
Jimin throws his head back, whining when he slowly pushes the finger in. “S-Shit— Ah—” He bites back a moan, closing his lips as he lets out whimpers of pleasure. When Jungkook adds a second finger, Jimin grunts and closes his eyes, fidgeting as he covers his mouth with one hand to bite at the palm to keep quiet. Suddenly, his hand is grabbed and pulled away from his lips as Jungkook pins his wrist beside his head with his left hand. Jimin looks up at him with hooded eyes and parted lips, breathing sharply.
“I love your soft whimpers so much, baby…” Jungkook praises, making Jimin's face flush at the words and the sudden nickname. “But I really want to hear you scream instead.”
Jungkook's pace hastens, each movement of his fingers becoming more rapid and sharper. Jimin's lips fall open as he grips at the sheets with trembling fingers, chanting Jungkook’s name as his voice becomes louder.
“Jungkook, I— I want—” Jungkook inserts a second finger in and Jimin cries, wrapping Jungkook's biceps in his hand, fingers digging firmly around it.
Jimin's moans become louder as Jungkook picks up his pace and starts moving even faster after adding the third finger. He couldn't stay still, too overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. As Jungkook touches him, Jimin can’t help but wonder, despite himself, why he wasted so much time with Sangwook, who never made him feel this way.
“Fuck, Park...” Jungkook praises in a breathy murmur, his voice catching slightly. “Look so pretty under me… So perfect…” he continues, the words trailing off.
He caresses Jimin's torso with his left hand, the knuckles of his fingers brushing at the tip of his aching cock. Jimin cries out, reaching for the back of Jungkook's head, his hand clutching at the mask as he pants and shakes his head, knowing he won't be able to wait any longer.
“J-Jungkook… Ah…” He closes his eyes when Jungkook's long fingers brush at his sensitive spot. “I want—”
“What is it, hm?” Jungkook asks in a whisper, holding Jimin's cock in his hand but not moving it just yet. Jimin mewls. “What do you want?”
“Your cock,” Jimin pants. “I can't— Put it inside already.” He lets out a high-pitched moan when Jungkook pushes his fingers harder before pulling them out and releasing Jimin's cock, making him whine at the loss of contact.
Jungkook draws out a long sigh, Jimin's hand sliding from his head as he straightens his posture and stands on his knees on the bed. “I wanted to make you beg for it…”
His hands slide from Jimin's ankles to his thighs. Jimin blinks slowly, taking in every detail of Jungkook's confident movements, his chest fluttering and breath hitching as his stomach twists with desire. Jungkook places Jimin's legs over his shoulders, leaning forward between Jimin's thighs and tilting his head softly.
“But I really want to see if you'll look even prettier with my cock inside of you.” Jungkook whispers, low and gravelly, his voice raspy. Jimin bites his bottom lip as the words send a shiver down his spine.
Jungkook promptly reaches for the condom, finding it in an instant. He rips it open with ease and rolls the condom on, smearing the lube on his fingers around his cock before giving it a few pumps, grunting at the sensation.
“Do you think you can handle it, Park?” he asks in a teasing tone, wrapping one of his hands around Jimin's length once more. Jimin grabs at his forearm, gasping indignantly at Jungkook.
“Jeon fucking Jungkook—”
“I prefer Jeon fucking Jimin, actually.” Jungkook's tone drips with mischief.
Jimin lets out a grunt and snaps with gritted teeth, “If you don't fuck me right now I'm going to—”
A surprised gasp escapes Jimin's lips and Jungkook pushes inside without any warning, growling as he almost fully bottoms out. Jimin jerks back, grabbing at Jungkook's shoulder for support.
“S-Shit… Oh, my—”
“Is it too much for you, Park?” Jungkook keeps the teasing tone even though his voice quivers, his cock throbbing inside of Jimin.
“If you pull it out…” Jimin speaks slowly but intently. He can't see Jungkook but Jungkook can see him so he keeps his gaze fixed on him. “I'm gonna kill you.”
“No, please don't kill me, Jimin-ssi, I wanna be in the sequel!” Jungkook's voice drips with sarcasm.
Just as Jimin is about to curse at him once more, Jungkook pulls his cock out only to slam it back inside of him one moment later. Jimin cries out, his legs shaking as Jungkook finally gives him what he had been needing so desperately.
Jungkook starts moving slowly but firmly, his hands on each side of Jimin's head gripping at the sheets as he grunts and moans. Jimin closes his eyes and throws his head back, Jungkook's name coming out of his lips in breathy, shaky whimpers. At a particularly hard thrust, Jimin screams, hands coming up to curl around the back of Jungkook's neck with a strong grip.
“Jungkook—” he purrs, his hole clenching around Jungkook's cock. Jungkook gasps, his movements becoming faster. “M-More… I need—”
“Jimin—” Jungkook takes Jimin's cock in one of his hands, fully wrapping it in his fingers. Jimin opens his eyes and looks down, moaning at the sight.
It's too much. It's too good. Jimin feels the heat burning inside his veins, his heart racing as pleasure curls around his abdomen, his breath coming in uneven, desperate gasps as he moans louder.
Yet, even though it’s the best he’s felt in a long time, something is missing for Jimin. His mind is foggy, unable to form any thoughts except for how much he wants to come right now. But deep down, he knows something is missing.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this,” Jungkook breathes out in a hushed tone, voice laced with awe.
“I'm beautiful— Ah—” Jimin chokes, feeling his orgasm approaching when Jungkook's cock shifts inside of him, hitting all the right spots. “All the time.”
A low rumble escapes Jungkook as he nods. “That you are.”
Jimin’s cheeks burn red and he closes his eyes again when Jungkook's hips start pushing into him even harder. Jimin gets lost in the moment, the loud and wet sounds echoing through the bedroom along with their moans of pleasure.
“I’m gonna—” Jimin's lips part open when Jungkook thumbs at the slit of his cock. Heat overflows through Jimin’s whole body, a choked cry escaping his throat as he finally spills all over Jungkook's hand and his stomach.
He's overwhelmed with his release, eyes rolling back as his body shakes from the pleasure. Jimin almost thinks he passed out on the spot, only to whine when his legs slide from Jungkook's shoulder to his sides and he feels the still hard cock inside of him.
His mind is reeling, his vision is blurring and he feels himself slipping. Jungkook seems to be trying to say something but his voice sounds distant, words muffled.
“Huh?” Jimin frowns, blinking slowly as he looks up at Jungkook, dazed.
“Can I take this mask off now?” Jungkook asks and, this time, Jimin understands his words clearly. “I really, really want to kiss you.”
His voice sounds soft, breaking as he speaks. It's a plea—he is not demanding it, he is asking for it. Begging for it. And it makes Jimin quiver. He is caught off guard, but what surprises him more is the way he finds himself slowly nodding before he can even overthink it.
Jungkook sighs in what seems to be relief, pulling the mask off in a swift move. His dark hair is disheveled and untamed. His face is flushed and warm from exertion, and even though Jungkook is the one completely breathless, he looks so much like a beautiful mess that he steals Jimin's own breath away. Jungkook leans over him, his gaze flickering between Jimin's eyes and lips for a moment. Jimin’s heart flutters inside his chest as he reaches for the back of Jungkook's neck once more, his fingers tangling in his messy locks as Jimin looks at him in the eyes for the first time since got inside Jungkook's bedroom.
Jimin blinks up at him. Jungkook licks his lips. Jimin doesn't know who leans in first, humming in satisfaction when their lips finally meet in between. At that moment, everything finally comes into place and Jimin realizes what he had been missing before.
A low sound of pleasure comes out of Jungkook as he tilts his head and parts Jimin's lips open with his own, deepening the kiss as their tongues meet. Jimin's toes curls as Jungkook starts slowly thrusting into him again, his own cock surprisingly starting to come to life again. He moans against Jungkook's mouth, pulling away only slightly to suck on his bottom lip, letting it go slowly before diving in for another kiss.
Jimin hums against Jungkook's mouth, his back arching when Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, pecking his lips once, twice. His thrusts are firm and rhythmic, never stopping.
“So beautiful…” Jungkook breathes against Jimin's lips. “Can't believe you're here in my bed…” He goes on as he leaves a warm trail along his cheek, down to the corner of Jimin's jaw. “Taking my cock so well…”
Jungkook changes the angle just right and Jimin whines, arching his back and clenching around him. His dick is fully hard again and he didn't even notice when that happened, too focused on the way Jungkook kissed him and thrusted into him. He feels even deeper as he starts fucking him harder, pushing into him as his kisses move lower, to the curve of Jimin's neck. Jungkook gasps, seeming closer than ever as his movements become sloppy.
Jimin circles his hips, pushing himself against Jungkook's cock as pleasure builds into him all over again.
“Are you gonna come for me again, baby?” Jungkook suddenly asks, voice shaky. Jimin can only nod weakly, startled to notice that, indeed, he is about to come for a second time in such a short period of time. “Come for me.”
At that, Jungkook pulls the skin of Jimin's neck between his teeth and sucks it inside his mouth. Jimin's orgasm washes over him with a silent cry as he comes again. Jungkook groans as he follows, body shaking with the intensity of it all. He's trying to catch his breath, looking at Jimin who's coming down from his high.
When Jungkook finally pulls his cock out, Jimin whimpers. His body falls limp on the bed and it aches everywhere so he can't find it in himself the strength to get up to clean himself. His eyelids fall shut and he feels the bed creak as Jungkook gets up. Jimin can make out the faint sounds of Jungkook’s footsteps moving around the room, along with the gentle clink of objects and the soft slide of drawers opening and closing. Finally, the bed dips beside him again, and something soft and wet brushes over the skin of his stomach, making his eyes snap open as he suddenly becomes very awake.
A faint blush creeps up Jimin's cheeks as he notices that the vision of Jungkook frowning, focused as he wipes Jimin clean of his own cum stirs something inside of him.
It doesn't last long. Jungkook balls up the dirty tissue in his hand and tosses it in the trash before crawling onto the bed, grunting as he stretches until he is finally laying on his back. Jimin licks his bottom lip nervously, not sure of what he should do now. He wonders where his phone is and if he should check if Taehyung and Seokjin are still at the party or if he should just leave by himself. Before he could do anything, Jungkook wraps one arm around him and guides his head to lay on his chest. Jimin lets out a surprised grunt but stays still while Jungkook pulls at the white sheets to cover them.
Jimin inhales deeply, his cheek squished against Jungkook's warm chest, feeling his heartbeat right under it.
“I'm filthy…” Jimin mumbles against his skin.
“So am I.” Jungkook retorts, holding Jimin firmly even though he didn't try to move away.
“It's hot.” Jimin complains in a low voice and Jungkook lets out a sigh before turning to the side a little to grab the remote to turn the AC on, keeping Jimin in his arms. He places the remote back on its place before turning back again.
“Better?”
The air starts cooling down and Jimin can't find another excuse in his mind right now. He nods, noticing the way his arm is strangely glued to his side and sighs, placing his hand in Jungkook's chest beside his face. Jungkook hugs him a little tighter after that.
He feels physically comfortable, but they don't say anything for a few minutes and it's starting to become weird. Jimin is not used to it at all, especially not with Jungkook.
“I forgot to ask you where Hoseok-hyung was,” he blurts out. First, because Hoseok is a safe subject. Second, because the silence is starting to last too long and it's making him go crazy.
“Oh, he’s in the backyard. Want me to go get him? He's going to love seeing you here—” Jungkook says in a playful tone, starting to get up. Jimin tugs him back down and slaps him on the chest, making Jungkook laugh.
Once again, Jimin is surprised by how something as ordinary as Jungkook’s laugh can make his heart skip a beat. Had it always been this cute, and he’d just been too busy trying to hate him to notice?
There is silence for a moment again. Jimin caresses Jungkook's naked chest while Jungkook brushes his knuckles against Jimin's hips, where the sheets don't cover them.
“Hyung would be so disappointed, though,” Jungkook says all of sudden. “How could you come to his Halloween party with no costume at all?”
Jimin lets out a sharp sigh, widening his eyes in exasperation as he wriggles free from Jungkook's hold and sits up on the bed, looking down at him.
“I am an imaginary number! That’s what the ‘i’ in the shirt stands for! I’m an apparition! Because I’m not real!” The words tumble out of Jimin's mouth in a flurry, spilling all of his frustration in a single breath. At the end, he grits his teeth and lets out a low, annoyed growl. “Why did no one get it?”
He tries to catch his breath, a bit abashed now that he notices that he just lashed out at Jungkook. Without warning, Jungkook chuckles and pulls Jimin closer again, making him stumble forward and collapse halfway onto him, their chests pressing as Jimin instinctively tries to steady himself.
“Fuck, you're so cute,” Jungkook speaks in a low tone, smiling with his eyes full of wonder as he grabs Jimin's neck to bring him closer and starts kissing his whole face, making Jimin absolutely blush. The fact that Jungkook is praising him like this again makes him feel dizzy. “I love it when you talk about math like that. It's already making me hard again,” he goes on, smiling up at Jimin when he moves back after a soft peck in his nose.
Jimin's blinks in surprise, a look of astonishment washing over his face as Jungkook's words sink in. Jungkook just keeps looking at him, as if it was the most natural thing for him to say. It completely turns something inside of Jimin. He throws caution to the wind, swinging his leg over Jungkook's until he is straddling his lap, looking at him with a newfound resolve. Jungkook looks in awe and Jimin uses that moment to dive in for another kiss.
“I guess we're not coming back to the party…?” Jungkook whispers against his lips when he pulls back. Instead of answering, Jimin sucks his bottom lip between his and Jungkook hums in approval, smirking as his hands travel from Jimin's waist to his ass. “No mask this time?”
“Fuck, no.” Jimin tentatively rolls his hips against Jungkook's and presses his lips together to hold back a moan.
“Wanna see my face now, Park?” Jungkook smirks, provocative. One of his fingers starts rubbing against Jimin's hole, making him gasp.
Jimin stares at him before blurting out, “Wanna sit on it, actually.”
Something flashes in Jungkook's eyes and he practically growls, rolling them around until Jimin is under him once more. “Your little monster,” he whispers.
Jimin grins up at him. “Happy Halloween, Jeon.”
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Jimin stirs in the bed, gradually drifting out of sleep. He yawns, eyes fluttering open as he adjusts to the soft morning light that filters through the curtains. He tries to stretch himself, turning on his side and frowning when, instead of the fluffiness of the pillow, he feels something firm under his head instead. He blinks, slowly opening up his eyes, freezing when he sees Jungkook there, lending his arm for Jimin to use as a pillow.
Memories of their night together flash through Jimin's mind and his face warms up from embarrassment almost immediately. Gasping, Jimin raises his head and gets up from the bed, hoping to find his clothes and leave the room as quickly as possible. He crouches down to grab his underwear, stumbling as he tries to slip into them. He finds his shirt peeking from under the bed and grunts as he finishes pulling it over his head. His shoes are right next to the door, even though he doesn't even remember pulling them off at all. He almost cries from relief when he finds his glasses at Jungkook's bedside table and not on the floor and puts them on his face immediately.
“My pants,” he whispers to himself, his eyes roaming around the room. “I need to find my pants.”
Jimin crouches low and feels along the floor and under the bed, fingers searching frantically for the pair of jeans that Jungkook threw somewhere after taking them off of him.
“Where the hell did it go?” Jimin hisses as he gets up again. He closes his eyes, trying to calm down. When he opens them again, he spots Jungkook's pants next to his closet.
He glances between the black pants and Jungkook's sleeping form, eyes flicking back and forth as he hesitates, wondering if it would be acceptable of him to wear Jungkook's clothes without asking him.
"I'm not stealing," he whispers to himself. "Right. I... I will find a way to give it back to him later. Yes. I just need to leave. Yeah. I—"
"Jimin?”
Jimin whips around, eyes wide and round as he finds Jungkook now sitting on the bed. He is rubbing at his eyes and his face is a bit puffy from sleep, which is a huge contrast to the way the covers are pooling around his waist and his naked chest and tattooed arm are on full display.
Flushing, Jimin goes closer to the bed and sits down at the end of the mattress. At first, he feels a tad self-conscious in just his T-shirt and underwear in front of Jungkook, but then he recalls that Jungkook has seen much more than this yesterday and attempts to quell his nervous thoughts. Jungkook looks at him and blinks slowly.
“Are you leaving already?” His voice sounds husky from sleep and Jimin fights the urge to pet the messy mop of hair on his head.
“I… couldn't find my pants,” he admits, shyly.
Jungkook's lips part in sudden understanding. He gestures toward the desk in front of the bed. Jimin follows his gaze, spotting his jeans right there, crumpled beneath it.
“Oh,” Jimin presses his lips together, then glances back at Jungkook. “Thanks.”
He is about to stand, grab his jeans and probably leave this bedroom for good, when Jungkook's soft sigh makes him stop in his tracks.
“I'm sorry about Sangwook,” he says in a gentle voice, toned with sympathy.
Jimin's head jerks back, eyebrows lifting in surprise as his eyes widen slightly. A momentary silence hangs between them before Jungkook snorts, poking his cheek with his tongue.
“That fucking son of a bitch,” he curses, not looking at Jimin's face.
A jolt of astonishment runs through Jimin, surprise flashing across his face as he is completely caught off guard.
“What?” Jimin stammers, blinking in disbelief. Jungkook eyes him, clearly confused by the reaction. “Aren't the two of you friends?” he asks, his voice edged with incredulity.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow and scoffs, as if the very idea was an insult, “After what he did to you? Never.”
Jimin stares at Jungkook in stunned silence, too surprised to respond immediately. Jungkook notices his reaction and sighs once more, nodding patiently. He starts speaking again, his voice soft and steady.
“He's not a part of our group anymore. We kicked him out. What he did to you was wrong and he had crossed too many lines already. And also because—” Jungkook bites at his bottom lip to stop himself and glances back at Jimin.
“Because…?” Jimin urges, keeping eye contact, curiosity getting the best of him.
Jungkook just stares at Jimin, seeming uncertain of what he should say. He swallows hard, opening his mouth and pausing. Another moment of silence stretches between them before Jungkook takes a deep breath and speaks, hesitantly, voice low and unsure.
“Because the guys knew that someone else liked you first… but he went ahead and asked you out anyway,” Jungkook explains. “It wasn't the first time that he broke the bro code.” He shrugs, as if trying to downplay it.
“So you do have a bro code—” Jimin claps his hands, pleased to be right about it. But then he pauses, processing the rest of Jungkook's words. He blinks at him, a look of surprise crossing his face. “Wait… Someone liked me? Before Sangwook?” Jimin tilts his head to the side. “Who?”
His mind races through the possibilities again, this time with a whole new context in mind. Jisub, Youngjoon, and Dohan are out of the question. He and Mingyu barely exchanged words before he started dating anyone. Ilkyu was too much of a narcissistic weirdo to like anyone but himself. That only leaves one option...
Jimin’s gaze snaps to Jungkook, and his eyes widen like saucers. He doesn’t say anything—just stares. Jungkook quietly meets his gaze, suddenly looking a bit shy. Then, Jimin gasps.
“Y-You?” he bursts out. When Jungkook doesn’t respond, just watching him while biting his bottom lip, Jimin starts laughing nervously. “Since when? You? No... there’s no way—” He quickly looks away, trying to process it.
Jungkook couldn’t possibly have liked him… right?
At Jimin’s incredulity, Jungkook takes a deep breath. “I’ve always liked you, Jimin,” he admits, his voice firm and serious. The sincerity in his words leaves Jimin a bit breathless. “Ever since that day at the zoo, when we were just kids—”
“You ruined my clothes that day,” Jimin blurts out, cutting him off.
Jungkook pauses, his expression softening. “I was mesmerized by the pretty and smart boy who suddenly started talking to me. Can you blame me?” He offers Jimin a half smile, almost wistful.
“But you didn’t even apologize...” Jimin retorts, pouting a little bit, still not convinced.
Jungkook winces, a sheepish look crossing his face. “I was embarrassed about what I did,” he mutters, making a face.
Jimin frowns, still uncertain. “But then there was that time in high school, with the lemonade—”
Jungkook sighs, frustration creeping into his voice. “The lemonade was for you! I was trying to give it to you because I knew you liked sour things!” he exclaims, exasperated.
Jimin looks a bit taken aback, but he continues. “But your friends were laughing…”
Jungkook presses his lips together, his expression softening at Jimin’s words. When he speaks again, his voice sounds calmer, more patient.
“Because they knew I liked you and were encouraging me to ask you out,” he says.
The words hang in the air for a moment before they finally sink in. Jimin stares at him, his mind racing, struggling to register everything Jungkook has just said. He feels overwhelmed, unable to fully grasp it all.
Suddenly, surprising even himself, a laugh bubbles up from deep within. He starts laughing—shaky and almost hysterical—his body bending slightly as he processes the situation. Jungkook liked him. Oh, my. Jungkook liked him. Liked…
“Why are you laughing?” Jungkook asks, sounding a bit offended.
Jimin chuckles again, but the sound weakens, turning into a short breath. Amused, he shakes his head and exhales slowly. He can’t believe Jungkook liked him.
“You’re an idiot,” Jimin says, huffing out a laugh.
“Excuse me?” Jungkook sounds wounded now, his pride clearly stung by Jimin’s reaction.
“I liked you back then too, Jungkook,” Jimin clarifies. “I just ended up being a cretin because I thought you hated me.”
It seems to hit Jungkook all at once as he stares at Jimin in disbelief, the weight of the entire situation crashing down on him. He opens his mouth, closes it, then does it again, before shaking his head and grunting in frustration. He presses his palms to his face, muffling his words. "I can't believe how much I've lost all these years because I was fucking stupid."
Jimin watches him, a hint of fondness flickering in his eyes. He nearly smiles, struck by how Jungkook's messy bedhead and whiny voice make him seem so innocent, almost like the child he met years ago. Biting his bottom lip, he scoots closer to Jungkook on the bed, stopping just within reach. He stretches one hand out towards Jungkook messy hair, fingers grazing the strands softly. That makes Jungkook peek at him from behind his fingers. Jimin offers him a reassuring smile and Jungkook slowly lets his hands fall on his lap, still looking abashed.
“Well,” Jimin starts. “I don't have a boyfriend right now. Aren't you gonna ask me out on a date?” he asks, teasing.
Jungkook perks up at him and Jimin almost coos at how it makes him look like a puppy. He smiles, tilting his head softly to the side. “Maybe.”
Once more, Jimin laughs, not because he is wary of something, but because he feels genuinely happy by the fact that they were able to sort things out. Jungkook seems equally delighted as he grabs Jimin's hand on the spur of the moment, straight away pulling him in his arms to pepper his face with kisses, making Jimin softly sigh, pleased. When Jungkook's lips hover over his, Jimin immediately presses them together, closing his eyes as his mouth tingle with the touch. Jimin shifts in his lap, sitting on his thighs and parting his lips to deepen their kiss, holding Jungkook's face with one of his hands. However, Jungkook pulls away a bit too soon, smirking up at him.
“I can't believe you sucked my dick before you kissed my lips.” he teases.
Jimin scoffs, slapping him hard on the chest. “I fucking hate you.”
“You don't.” Jungkook shakes his head, snaking his hand behind Jimin's nape.
“I definitely do.” Jimin challenges, raising his eyebrows at him.
“Prove it.” Jungkook dares him. His free hand comes to rest on Jimin's thigh and he gives it a firm squeeze.
Jimin looks down at him, noticing the hickey he had left at the side of his neck. He feels his chest swell with pride and smiles smugly before he leans down, biting softly at the skin right beside it. Jungkook sighs and grips his thigh harder, making Jimin smile as he raises his head a little to whisper in his ear.
“I'm going to ruin you for everyone else, Jeon,” he says, softly, grazing Jungkook's neck with his fingernails, making him shiver under him. “No one will dare to go near you when they see the amount of pretty marks I'm going to leave on your neck.”
When he pulls back to look at Jungkook's eyes, the only thing he can see is desire. There's longing in his gaze, like Jimin is the thing he has been missing the most even when he just had him a few hours ago.
“Who said I want anyone else to want me?” Jungkook asks in a raspy, breathy voice.
It turns something inside of Jimin. He kisses Jungkook again, whimpering against his mouth as his hips start moving on Jungkook's, gasping as he feels his cock already stirring to life. Jungkook grunts under him and Jimin keeps going, so focused on his pleasure that he doesn't notice the vibrating sound coming from somewhere in the room. He ignores it, swallowing Jungkook moans as his movements don't halt for a second.
The sound doesn't stop, however, and Jimin frowns, irritated by whoever is calling at such a moment. Jimin breaks the kiss with a sharp exhale, reaching for the bedside table to grab Jungkook's phone, sitting back on his lap and looking at the screen to see the ID caller, his eyebrows raising up in surprise. He looks at Jungkook's lightheaded, flushed face and smiles at him, caressing his hair with his left hand in a soothing manner as he picks up the call with the other, placing the phone in his ear.
“Jungkook! Fucking finally, man. What the fuck? We have to talk. What the hell were you doing with Jimin last night?” Sangwook's voice chides from the other side, sounding infuriated.
Jungkook seems to hear Sangwook's words even if Jimin didn't put him on speaker. He snorts and rolls his eyes, extending his hand as if waiting for Jimin to hand him the phone. Jimin shakes his head from side to side.
“Mhm… Sorry. I don't think Jungkook can talk to you right now. He is a bit… busy” Jimin says in a soft tone, pouting a little for good measure. Jungkook widens his eyes at him and holds back a laugh. Jimin uses that moment to bounce on his lap, making Jungkook let out a loud groan.
By the way Sangwook gasps outrageously, Jimin is certain that he heard it. “JIMIN?!”
He stutters, trying to say something, but Jimin pays him no mind, turning off the call and placing Jungkook's phone back where it was. Jungkook huffs a laugh, seeming very much entertained.
“Am I busy?” he asks, hands coming to rest at Jimin's ass.
Jimin looks at him shamelessly as he takes off his glasses and pulls his shirt off, throwing it aside. He can't help but preen at the way Jungkook looks up and down at his body and swallows hard, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“We are busy.”