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Jungkook tilts his head, his neck cracking as his hair is pulled to the side by the hairdresser combing it. It’s too early in the morning, the whiteness of the dressing room blinding his tired eyes — the chattering coming from the hallway doesn’t help either. Being an idol is not an easy task, and today is one of those days. His schedule is so packed that in between the journey from his apartment in Samseong-dong to the MBC studios, he momentarily forgets where he’s going and where he came from; the time spent inside the SUV is the only time he’s granted to rest. The moment his driver pulls into the parking lot, the sound of screams and flashes clicking, like a school bell, warns him his resting time is over. 

He tries to keep his eyes open, his head straight, neck stiff. However, the languidness is slow and steady, and soon enough, he slips them shut. 

Jungkook can’t stop his head from moving side to side, his hairdresser working hard to present him to his fans at his prime. The sound of the blow dryer close to his ear is enough to cancel all the noise coming from inside and outside the room. He’s aware that he can’t blame his staff for talking — he would be sitting and eating with them if it wasn’t for his worn out state. After this recording, he has to move on to a radio show, and before calling it a day, he still has to go to his agency’s building to work on the new songs for his next comeback. 

He hopes that sleep will soon welcome him in its arms, but in the middle of this limbo of being half-awake, he hears a conversation that makes his ears perk up. 

“Have you heard about Jimin’s new mixtape?” someone says, a girl. Jungkook is not sure who it is, since sometimes the staff changes according to which broadcast they’re on. 

“What?” another girl replies. This time Jungkook is pretty sure it’s Heeyeon-noona talking. 

“It dropped last night.”

He hears someone gasp, one of them. “All of a sudden? I didn’t see any promotion on his company’s twitter!”

“Apparently, he leaked it because they were taking too long to release it.” 

“Woah, he’s so cool.” 

“I know, right? The lyrics are so good I almost cried hearing them,” the girl whines as she speaks, almost as if she can’t control the excitement and admiration she’s feeling.

“Did he release an MV too?”

“No, I think his company hadn’t sent the file to him, otherwise he would have released it too.” 

“Which song is the best?”

“I think ‘Golden Spoon’ is the best. But, I’m sure it won’t be the title track since it’s more like a diss track than anything else.” Nasally, the girl extends every vowel she speaks, making it unbearable to Jungkook. He really doesn’t want to deal with someone doing aegyo at this time of the day. 

“Diss track?” 

Another rapper doing a diss track. Nothing new under the sun.

The staff hums in agreement.

“To whom?” that catches Jungkook’s attention. 

“I’m not sure, I didn’t think Jimin had trouble with anyone in the industry until now. He seems like a laid back, harmless and kind person, but the song made me reevaluate everything.” 

“Do you have it on your phone? I want to listen to it too.” Jungkook can hear the sound of Heeyeon heels repeatedly hitting the floor. 

“Hold on, let me grab my earphones.”

“There’s no need for it, just turn the volume down,” she rushes the other girl.

“Okay.” 

Jungkook has already heard about the infamous rapper from Busan, Jimin. Who hasn’t, is the real question.  

He doesn’t know him personally, but when Jungkook was an MC for a variety show, he had to learn about the guests — since he was the one who was supposed to introduce them — and, Jimin was one of the participants who would join the show the following week. He knows that Jimin debuted in the middle of the previous year and got a lot of buzz because of his looks and his accomplishments during his school years. Clearly, Jungkook doesn’t know enough to form an opinion about the guy, but if there’s one thing that entertains him more than playing video games, it’s the gossip that is shared backstage.

He tries his best to hear the song and pick up the lyrics that are being sung. For a moment he even considers asking the staff to turn the volume up, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s prying in their conversation — even if he is, mentally. 

It’s with great effort that Jungkook manages to hear a whole verse. 

“All of you made up actors fed with golden spoons need to learn how to do something before calling yourself an idol, I’m tired of hearing the same shit on the radios, aren’t you too entitled?”

He scoffs, letting the corner of his lips curve up. So, this was what they were talking about. Another rapper talking shit about the idol industry, as if this hasn’t been done a hundred times before. Jungkook can’t help but think it’s funny that a rapper is complaining about hearing the same shit, when most of their songs and disses are about the same thing. Complaining about idols, bragging about their money or how many times they can get laid in a week, the same overused formula that has been done by 98% of all the rappers in South Korea. 

Pathetic.

“Woah… Jimin-oppa is so cool.”

“I know, right? It’s refreshing to hear someone saying those things without a care if they’re going to get backlash for it.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. This Jimin obviously knew he was going to get clout for releasing a song like that. Jungkook wants to turn around on his chair, open Naver search on his phone and show these girls how many songs he can find with a single click just by typing similar lyrics to his. 

“I know a lot of rappers tend to talk about how idols are not artists, but Jimin is talking about their lack of originality. Refreshing.”

Now, Jungkook wants to bash his head on the mirror in front of him until he gets amnesia and forgets all the atrocities that he’s being forced to hear. These girls probably don’t listen to a lot of songs by rappers, or if they listen, don’t pay enough attention to the lyrics whatsoever. 

“I wish we could meet him. I hope he gets invited to perform here.”

“Me too. I would love to talk with Jimin-oppa.”

“Do you think he would give us his number?”

“Being that hot and famous? He probably has a girlfriend already, don’t be dumb.”

“But don’t you think we would have heard about it if he had one?”

“What if it’s a commoner?”

“Yeah… That could be it. Aish, I’m so jealous.”

“Are you fangirling, right now?”

“Who wouldn’t when he’s that pretty and sexy? I want him to f—” 

Jungkook decides to let out a loud cough to stop them from continuing their conversation, scared of what may come next and not really in the mood to hear anything else about it. It’s not easy being a closeted idol, but at least when he’s in the presence of his close friends — who are also part of the industry — he doesn’t have to suffer through hearing stuff like this. God, he really hates straight people.

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After finishing his interview with SBS radio show, he tiredly gets inside his manager’s car. It has been a long day, and his eyes are almost slipping shut from how tired he is, but he decides to stay up — after all, he has to communicate with his fans somehow. Even if he does it because it’s part of his contract, Jungkook finds himself getting energized by reading his fans' posts on his fancafe. 

He holds his phone high up, laying his head on the beige leather seat, giving the camera his best bedroom eyes and getting his best angle — luckily, the Snow app will erase the black circle underneath his tired eyes. He only needs one shutter from the camera to know that this will be the best one. Before he became an idol, he used to spend hours and hours staring at the practice room mirror training expressions; the outcome of all these hours is well received, as Jungkook always trends on forums due to his perfectly taken selcas. 

The ride back home is long with his manager just as tired as he is, so out of respect for him he decides to cut off all the talking today. They both need to rest after such an exhausting day. When he notices that the car isn’t moving anymore because of the traffic, he decides to check one forum. It has been long enough for his fans to have already started posting on it praising his looks — and Jungkook is no narcissist, but he appreciates hearing good words about himself. 

It’s with that in mind that he opens the tab, but his eyes widen when he notices the article trending at first.

[RAPPER JIMIN DISCUSSING THE INDUSTRY BACK ON HIS ROOKIE DAYS (and, potentially shading Jeon Jungkook)] 

Hey guys. ^^ After I heard Jimin-oppa's new mixtape, I decided that I should go and look for more of his opinions on the idol industry. Since he’s a rapper, he doesn’t do many interviews but what I found was so much more interesting. Only a few days after he debuted he did an interview on a Youtube channel (which is no longer up but someone has reposted on Twitter, duh) and I took some screenshots of the most interesting bits. 

You can watch the entire interview, if you click here.  

“I don’t get why people are so obsessed with some male idols, I think all of them lack the freedom that makes them interesting. I get that you can place a comma in a song and still get credited for it, and I think that’s exactly what people like them are doing. Getting credit for nothing.” 

At first, I thought he was talking about the whole industry when he mentioned “them,” but once I searched for the date of this interview and idol releases during that period, I found something that will make you all fall from your chairs. 

This interview was done on the 21st of February, two weeks after his debut. But, do you know what was the most talked about topic during that time period? 

Jeon Jungkook's new album. The one that was promoted with the songs being entirely written by him, where he helped to produce the songs and direct the music video. Isn’t this too much to be a coincidence? The way he talks about being credited for something I’m sure was related to his comeback.

I will leave it for you to decide what you think, but to me? Definitely about Jungkook.

1. [ 1315, -500] My older cousin, who lives in Busan, told me that he has a friend who knows the both of them. Apparently there has been bad blood running between them even before they debuted. I’m not sure about what happened because I didn’t want to pry, but according to this friend they loathe each other. It’s nice that Jimin, not being as successful as Jungkook, still decided to put this album out and talk about it without being afraid of the backlash. This makes me appreciate him even more. He is jjang!
   
   2. [ 720, -889] It’s obviously meant for Jungkook, we all know he doesn’t write shit. I’m tired of idols trying to sell this image of being self-produced idols, glad someone had the courage to call all these frauds out. 

> Stop cursing at me, roaches. Go stream your oppa’s comeback on Melon. 

3. [ 500, -100] I think that’s a sensitive topic and we shouldn’t interfere. We could be making this turn into a bad situation, when they probably don’t even know each other. 
4. [ 237, -356] Isn’t Jimin being too presumptuous? I don’t think someone who has debuted a year ago, should be talking so highly of himself. He has no sense of shame or respect for his sunbaes. 
5. [ 152, -100] Jungkook has been in the industry for longer than Jimin has been in Seoul. He should watch his mouth, if he doesn’t want to be shoved into a basement like all the other groups of his company. ^^

Jungkook tongues his cheek. 

He had his doubts when he heard his staff talking about Jimin’s mixtape, but now he feels his blood boiling inside. This Jimin guy, who he doesn’t know, is really out there writing songs about him and has been using it to gain clout for a whole year. He’s not sure who this Jimin thinks he is, but Jungkook — who has never gotten himself into a fight — feels like this is the perfect chance for him to get into one. 

Would this possibly damage his image? Yes, but he doesn’t find within himself the notion to care. Jungkook is lucky enough that he debuted in a company where he didn’t have his freedom taken from him, but he still tried his best to never walk out of the line out of respect for his elders and to his company who had always treated him so highly. He avoided looking at female idols during award shows, only used formal speech, erased the satoori from his voice and did all that his fans asked of him. 

Now? 

All that he wants is to curse this guy until he has no voice left. 

This asshole, who doesn’t know him, and speaks as if he knew about everything going on in his life like a roach living underneath his bed. 

It’s without giving a second thought that he presses the button on his side to lower the window that separates him from his driver.

“Sungjoon-ssi, please take me to my studio.” 

“Excuse me?” his manager jumps on the spot. “Jungkook, you should go home and rest.”

“Why? I just felt a bolt of inspiration, I must record this before I forget.” 

“We have a packed schedule tomorrow,” says Oh Jihyo, his manager, with her monotone voice as she scrolls through her phone — probably looking at his agenda for the following day. 

Jungkook is aware that Jihyo’s worry is not related to his well-being but about how he’ll look tomorrow at his fansign. An idol can never look tired, is what his teachers taught him when he still was a rookie. 

“Don’t worry, if I feel too tired I can just drink an energy drink and everything will be okay. The make up-noonas will take care of it, anyway.”

“Don’t make me regret talking to our CEO and giving you a studio at the company building.” She slits her eyes, clearly trying to blackmail him. 

Jungkook would laugh at her face if he didn’t respect her so much, since most of the income that his company makes is purely out of his sales. He doesn’t want to brag, but he knows that he is his company’s biggest hit. They have a few actors and an idol group that unfortunately didn’t succeed as much as him, but that's it. He likes them, loves giving advice to his hoobaes and hearing the wildest stories from his sunbaes. 

That’s why he laughs at the clear threat Jihyo is making; even if his company wants to, he knows that they can’t do anything against him. 

He would never say this out loud because being humble is a trait that he cherishes not only in himself, but in the people around him. He wouldn’t be able to stand someone who only knows how to brag about themselves — actually, Jungkook has already cut ties with fellow idols because of that — and about their awards and wins. Jungkook isn’t interested in that. That’s why he sticks to the sidelines at award and music shows. He would rather spend the entire night talking to the camera crew than to a rude, popular idol. He remembers when knetz used to critique the way he would always stay closer to the crew of such events instead of close to the guests, saying that he acts like that for a publicity stunt, that his company was trying to paint him as an angel, and all of that was staged with rookie actors. Luckily one of the staff he once helped talked about it on his blog and cleared his image. 

Sometimes, going through these online forums makes him want to gag. The only reason why he still insists on scrolling and reading them is because it’s better to know what the people who hate you think about you, than to be ignorant to it. When he told his friends that he does that, they all called him insane, saying that this was harmful to his mental health and that he should stop, but Jungkook didn’t get bothered by it. He sees all these anonymous users making hateful comments about him without a reason as bugs with no life. 

Well, now they would have a reason to talk shit about him. 

Unlike the route to his house, the journey to his studio is shorter, which leaves him with barely no time to sleep inside the black tinted walls of the car before he’s jumping on the streets and running through the huge glass doors of his company. 

The attendant bows to him as he presses his thumb to the ID lock. 

“Good evening, Mr. Jeon.” 

“Good evening!” Jungkook replies back, bowing.

Jungkook only sees a few employees as he makes his way to his studio. He avoids passing through the training rooms because he’s sure that’s where most people are, and at this instant all that he wants is to get a grip on his pencil and his worn out leather notebook. He could write the lyrics on his phone or on a note laying around, but it wouldn’t feel the same — it doesn’t have the same intensity as writing on his notebook.    

His dark studio room is lit up by LED rainbow lights that make the empty space way more inviting.  

It doesn’t take a lot of time for Jungkook to focus, and his pencil starts to glide on the empty yellow pages of the notebook. In contrast to the other times when he was writing lyrics, this time he is led not by his brain but by his angered heart. His mom would scold him for being so attached to these bad emotions, that they won’t bring him anything good in return, but there’s something about this Jimin guy that just makes Jungkook snap. 

Once Jungkook finishes the last bar, he lets out a breath of relief. After being so engrossed in writing the lyrics and spending hours sitting down while hunched over his desk, his back screams in pain just like his head. Obviously he does some proofreading, scratches and substitutes a few words that don’t seem to rhyme or sound good with the theme of the song. It’s different from everything that he has done before and while it seems to be written by a completely different person, there’s something extremely Jungkook-esque about it. This song, being his first diss track, makes him feel apprehensive. Not because he doesn’t think the song is good, but because this is a territory he has never stepped into. 

Biting his nail, he decides to look for help with one of his best friends, who happens to be the most famous and critically acclaimed rappers of South Korea. 

me — 11:10
hyung!
i have something to show you
are you free now?

rap-mon hyung — 11:15
jungkookie!
not free but i can be for you
hmu 

me — 11:16
i wrote a diss track

rap-mon hyung — 11:18
WHAT?

me — 11:18
kkkkkkkkkkk
i know this might seem strange
but i had to

rap-mon hyung — 11:20
let’s rewind the tape
i’m trying to discover if this is a prank or not
why?

me — 11:21
i don’t know if you’ve heard of this rapper named jimin
but i found out he has been making songs about me since his debut
writing diss tracks about me when i don’t even know who he is
so i thought i should give him a proper answer with my own diss track

rap-mon hyung — 11:22
jiminie?
i know him
he’s signed to my friend’s agency
are you sure he’s talking about u kook?
you’re diving into murky water

me — 11:23
i saw a bunch of interviews where he was shading me
it happened only once that would be fine yk?
i don’t care about some rapper who doesn’t even have a good flow
or good lyrics for that matter
but he’s making money by using my name and that doesn’t sit well with me

rap-mon hyung — 11:30
you know hyung loves u right?
but i would advise u don’t release it
if he hasn’t straight up said your name
that’s not how it works with us
and jimin is a rookie but he’s respected by big names
that means he wouldn’t play dirty w u

me — 11:36
if he wouldn’t play dirty with me then
why has he been giving interviews SINCE his debut days
talking about me?

rapmon-hyung — 11:38
once again i ask u kook
did he say your name?
or did you assume he was talking about u?
these are two different things that could make u seem like an asshole

me — 11:40
he hasn’t said my name but he doesn’t have to
with all the stupid metaphors he uses on his lame songs
one of his new released songs is called golden spoon
who has the nickname of being korea’s golden boy?

rapmon-hyung — 11:42
idk kook maybe u should be more careful

me — 11:45
can i send u the lyrics?

rapmon-hyung — 11:48
yea sure

me —11:48
[file attachment.doc]

Jungkook bites his lips waiting for Namjoon’s message to come. fiddles on the chair and starts to feel hot all over when he looks at the clock and notices 7 minutes have passed. The lyrics to the song aren’t long, so why is Namjoon taking so long to read them? 

He knows he has to leave the company once the clock strikes midnight, because that’s when the security guards shift is over and the entire building is put on lockdown until the morning shift begins. What makes him start to feel uneasy about the time he’s spending inside the studio room waiting for Namjoon’s response is that if Namjoon tells Jungkook that the lyrics he wrote aren’t good, he will get rid of everything he wrote and start again. Doing that would mean that Jungkook wouldn’t be going home tonight, and now that the excitement and adrenaline from writing the song is gone, he remembers how exhausted he feels. 

When the notification sound rings Jungkook almost falls from his gamer chair.

rapmon-hyung — 11:58
it’s great kook!
but are u sure you’ll release it?

Rushing down the stairs, Jungkook runs to the exit of the building with a smile spread across his face.

me — 11:59
yea

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Jimin is sitting on top of the marble countertop of his kitchen, munching on the leftover pieces of cold tonkatsu from yesterday’s dinner, when he hears his phone vibrating on top of his coffee table. He’s confused by the sound. He doesn’t expect anyone to text him during his chill time, time in which he has told his friends previously to avoid texting him because it’s when he tries to let his mind rest and meditates. A message coming at this hour might mean that something serious happened, and that makes Jimin jump down on the floor, frightening Mimi, his cat, who jumps from the couch and dashes to their bedroom.  

“Sorry, Mimi-ah,” Jimin apologizes to her in a calm tone, feeling guilty he scared her with the sound of his heels hitting the ground. 

Jimin eyes widen even more when he reads the name of the person who sent him a message.

“What the hell…” he whispers to no one in particular. 

joonie — 00:05
mini
i have something to show you
are you free?

me — 00:09
i wasn’t free before
but i am now
what do you want, hyung?

joonie — 00:10
i think someone got the wrong message from ur newest album
i didn’t say anything because i didn’t want to gossip about
your personal life but u should prepare yourself for what’s to come

Jimin arches one of his brows, wondering what Namjoon means.

me — 00:11
rush hyung

joonie — 00:12
[file attachment.doc]
read it

Jimin gnaws at his bottom lip, but opens the file nonetheless. It’s a raw file with only the lyrics written on it, and Jimin has no idea who wrote it. He can’t help but let the corners of his mouth curl up as he understands that it’s supposed to be a diss track about him. 

me — 00:13
it’s quite endearing
i think it’s the first time i see someone calling me out
and at the same time
writing a whole paragraph about how cute my “button nose” is
looooooool

joon — 00:15
i just wanted to warn you to not lash out at him
he’s harmless and got confused thinking u were shading him 

me — 00:16
hhhhhhhh
thanks hyung
if anything
i found this very cute
by the way
who wrote it?
if it isn’t you know who

joon — 00:18
you’ll find out soon ;) 

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Jungkook is moving backstage to switch out of his normal clothes and into his performance outfit when he notices there’s no one standing in the hallway. 

His performance is scheduled to be the last one, but because his management team thought it would be a good idea to send Jungkook backstage earlier and get his fans eagerly interacting through social media platforms demanding and asking where he is, he moves before the first part of the award show is even done. 

It would be a lie to say that Jungkook isn’t bored from all that he has seen so far. The first part of an award show is usually made up of rookies or C listed celebrities to hold the viewer’s attention until the B and A lists show up during the second part. Sometimes they sprinkle in some big names in the first segment of the show to not let the  views drop, but still that didn’t entertain Jungkook at all. It’s not that he’s a picky celebrity that will make a blasé face for the entirety of the show, looking down on celebrities that are not as famous as him, it’s just that Jungkook is exhausted from his latest schedules and the non-stop travelling throughout the entire country for his fan meetings. 

That's the reason behind why Jungkook hasn’t released the diss track yet. He didn’t have time to work on the instrumental or even record the vocals, but there’s not a single day that goes by where he doesn’t think about it. Sometimes when he’s washing the dishes he’ll start humming it. Jungkook thinks it’s funny how something so small became something so big for him and a motivational force that pulls him into thinking more about his songs and lyrics.

It’s as he makes his way from the hallway to the bathroom to wash his face and refresh himself, when he notices one of the stalls is being used. Jungkook clicks his tongue; he really doesn’t want to deal with anyone right now. He tries to open the tap as quietly as he can, but as soon as he turns the faucet on, the sound of a door being opened startles him. 

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, Jungkook gasps.  

Park Jimin is walking in his full glory out of the stall, buttoning his skin tight trousers with his fingers adorned with multiple silver rings. He shakes his dirty blonde hair that frames his delicate face, as if he was shooting a hair shampoo commercial, and his pillowy lips shining red are open as he furrows his brows in concentration, trying to fix his trousers. As this is the first time Jungkook actually pays attention to the rapper, all that he can do is hold his breath. The aura that emanates from the man standing behind him is so enticing that Jungkook can’t seem to move his eyes away from him even if he wants to. The sudden knots that form at the pit of his stomach are not welcoming in the slightest. 

He gulps down on nothing, praying that Jimin won’t notice he’s the person who’s standing in front of the sink, and he stares at the mirror as the water runs down from the faucet without him using it to clean his hands. 

Jungkook thinks about shaking his head or shoving his face in the sink and washing it with cold water to pull him out of this spell that he seems to be stuck in, but as Jimin moves closer to him, the saccharine scent of his perfume wafts around Jungkook and renders him speechless.  

Jimin moves to the sink besides him, and Jungkook freezes. He knows he must look like an idiot right now. The only thing left for him to do is pretend he was looking at himself when he was staring at the mirror, instead of at Jimin. 

“Sunbae-nim,” whispers a melodic voice from his side. It’s such a soft sound that Jungkook wonders if he hadn’t imagined it. 

Aware that it would be impolite to ignore him, Jungkook finally turns his head and nods at him. “Hi.”

Jimin, who looked like an angel, turns into a demon as soon as Jungkook’s eyes meet his. His expression changes from a pup to a fox. The confused expression that he had before is now replaced by eyes slitted and a tongue darting to get his plump lips even more glossy than they already are. 

Feeling like cold water has just been poured over his head, like a prey about to step into his predator’s trap, Jungkook takes a step back. This is the person who had been writing disgusting songs about him and using his name to gain fame. Even if he looks so pretty that Jungkook loses track of direction and his stomach turns into a washing machine, that doesn’t mean that Jungkook forgets about all that Jimin has publicly done to him.

“It’s a pleasure to final—”

Spinning on his ankles and not even bothering to close the faucet, Jungkook walks out of the bathroom in the middle of Jimin’s sentence. The sudden memories of the lyrics and interviews Jimin gave about him crawl their way inside his head. Would that gesture be considered something rude, as Jimin is older than him, if someone else had seen it? Yes. But since they were the only ones inside that space, Jungkook’s conscience is crystal clear. 

“Asshole,” he mutters under his breath, making his way to his dressing room. 

When he gets inside it the sight of his staff welcomes him, politely Jungkook bows and greets all of them one by one. As if nothing had happened, Jungkook sits his ass down in one of the chairs and starts to add more lyrics to include on his diss track. 

“did you really think your fake kindness would be something that would charm me?
that i would follow and fall into your trap?
standing inside that bathroom and looking into your sparkling eyes
all that i could think about is how hollow you are.”

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth curl into a smug smile. Jimin had no idea what was in store for him.

It’s still in that uneventful evening that Jungkook is sent back to the celebrity seats to watch the final performances and main awards to be delivered — some of which Jungkook already is aware that he has won — that Jungkook catches a glimpse of him again. 

This time instead of chairs or sofas there are tables, in which Jungkook gets paired with a few of his colleagues. Unfortunately the group that is signed to his company hadn't been invited to this award show, which left Jungkook to be accompanied by people he didn’t particularly dislike, yet still didn't fully enjoy. He greets them and plays around, but not too much, never too much, because he can’t afford to have articles about him circulating in the media about how he doesn’t care about his sunbaes. When a sunbae is performing his eyes are supposed to be fully focused on their performances, and even if he doesn’t enjoy the song they’re performing, he’s supposed to dance to it and pretend he does. 

There’s a minor inconvenience to that plan, though. 

Park Jimin. Who’s sitting straight across from him, taking sips from a water bottle. He’s sat with a few other rappers Jungkook knows, and although Jimin is also a rapper, he looks like he shouldn’t be sitting them. His beauty and grace stands out so much, it looks like he had got lost and sat down on the wrong table. 

Jungkook gets so lost staring at him that he doesn’t notice the MC of the award show is talking to him, until someone pokes his thigh.

“Jeon Jungkook, the winner of Artist of The Year Daesang, please come to the stage to get your award.” 

Jungkook coughs into his hands, standing up in a rush and accidentally tipping over the table that is full of drinks. As if the heat that burns his face and colors his cheeks weren’t enough, as Jungkook is going up the stairs he manages to miss a step and almost falls face first. 

A staff rushes to help him and holds his hand as he goes up the last few steps. 

He is so ashamed of himself that the moment the heavy golden award is delivered to him, it almost slips past his wet hands. Jungkook is such a mess that the speech he had prepared for tonight gets forgotten and all that he manages to utter as he stares straight into the camera, is:

“Thanks to all my fans and company for this award.” And he rushes off the stage. 

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“Jimin, did you see it?” Seokjin, an actor and Jimin’s best friend, asks him from the sofa in the living room where he pets Mimi.  

“See what?” Jimin furrows his brows, biting a piece off of a cucumber.

“You’re trending.”

Jimin tilts his head to the side, confused. “Why?”

“I’m not sure. I just opened my Twitter account and I can see your name trending worldwide,” Jin comments as if it’s nothing, scrolling through his phone with one hand and playing with the cat with the other. 

Dumping the rest of the now half-bitten cucumber on his plate, he slides on his socks to Seokjin’s side. “Show me.”

“Ya! Go get your phone.” Seokjin nudges Jimin with his shoulder, trying to push him away and hiding his phone underneath his thighs. 

“My phone is charging now,” he says, lips puckering in a pout. Mischievously, Jimin adds as an afterthought. “Also what are you so eager to hide from me? I already know you’re going out with Namjoon-hyung.”

“Ya!” Seokjin screams at him, ears and cheeks flushing bright red. “What are you talking about? Pft… Me? Seeing Namjoon? Sure.”

“I know he has been courting you for a while…” 

“Leave me alone.” Picking up Mimi, as if she’s a newborn baby, Seokjin moves to sit on the other couch. “Stop bugging me.”

Jimin shakes his shoulder, stomping his feet on the ground in pure aegyo. “Just let me see it. It’ll be quick, you won’t take too long to reply Joonie-hyung.”

“Aish…” Annoyed, Seokjin clicks his tongue, taping his phone screen so hard that Jimin can hear his nails against the glass all the way from the other side of the room. “What are you doing standing there? Come quickly.”

Laughing, Jimin sits on the arm of the couch to get a better view of the screen. 

@kook97oppa_ oh my god……….. kookie oppa is so embarrassing look at the way he tripped over
↳ @hyelin98x it’s all because he kept on staring at jimin
↳ @kook97oppa_ stop acting like a shipper that’s disgusting
↳@hyelin98x watch the video then dumbass and see it with your own eyes pic.twitter.com/31256598

@mymini jungkook looks like he’s just as whipped as we are for jimin

@joongmin weren’t there rumors going around about jimin’s new song being about jungkook? idk it seems like there’s something going on between
↳ @bronchiosaurus97 their sexual tension... i would pay to watch them fight lol
↳@joongmin hop off my mentions weirdo

@virgominie all angles of jungkook looking at jimin — a thread 

Jin nudges Jimin’s arm. “Look at how many likes this tweet has.”

Jimin’s jaw goes slack as he finally focuses on the increasing numbers underneath the tweet. “Oh my god, it has over 100k likes.”

“Holy shit,” Jin mumbles, continuing their expedition through Twitter and laughing with a few tweets. “They’re saying you both are dating.”

Jimin tongues his cheek, lifting one of his brows as his tone darkens. “I wouldn’t want to date someone as rude as him.”

“Rude?”

“I got to meet him inside the bathroom backstage, and can you believe he left me talking to the walls?” Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening as he’s reminded of their encounter earlier. 

“What did you do? I heard everyone likes him, golden boy and all,” Jin comments nonchalantly, zooming into Jimin’s pictures his fansites had taken and laughing at his expressions. 

Jimin freezes on the stop, all motions suddenly coming to a halt. “Hold on. What did you just say?” 

“That everyone likes him?” Jin answers Jimin, confused. 

“No, afterwards.”

“About him being a golden boy?”

Jimin nods. 

“Well, that’s his nickname. I think even if his fandom is called gold or something cringy like that...”

“Since when does he have that nickname?” Jimin swallows down on nothing, his mind starting to connect all the lines that before seemed to be blurry. 

“Since he debuted. That has been his trademark for years.” Jin playfully shoves Jimin to the side. “Where have you been living? Under a rock?”

Jimin feels the floor underneath his feet disappear. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, facepalming himself. “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

Startled by Jimin’s reaction Seokjin places his hand on Jimin’s elbow, a reassuring gesture and a way to stop him from hitting his own face. “What happened? Why are you acting like this?”

“Has Namjoon-hyung told you about the diss track Jungkook is writing about me?”

At the mention of Namjoon’s name, Seokjin avoids Jimin’s eyes.

“Hyung! I have no time for this act now, if you want to understand you need to tell me if he told you or not.”

“He did,” Seokjin whispers in a small voice, petting Mimi’s belly and playing around with the cat who lazily spreads its body on top of his thighs.

“Well… One of the tracks that I wrote about him was named ‘Golden Spoon’. And I think Jungkook might have thought that what I wrote was about him, but it isn’t, it’s about my asshole ex boyfriend.” Jimin throws his head back in agony as he finishes the sentence, his fingers forcefully threading through the knots of his blonde hair. “That explains why he was rude to me earlier; he thinks that I hate him.”

“Oh god,” Seokjin mutters under his breath.

“Oh god indeed.” 

“No, I mean, oh god Jungkook has just released the diss track.” With his face white, Seokjin turns his phone to Jimin, the page open with a tweet that has a Soundcloud link. 

Swallowing down on nothing, Jimin takes the phone from Seokjin’s hand with trembling fingers — not even sure why he feels so dreadful over the track when he’s already aware of what the lyrics will say. “Fuck, this is going to be bad. I hope people at least won’t start assuming it’s about me, even if it is. I don’t want to deal with a huge fanbase breathing down my neck.” 

“Jimin-ah…”

“What?”

“Look at the title.”

https://soundcloud.com/jungkook/dear95

“Fuck.”

“Dear 95?” Jin face screws in up in laughter, doubling over the couch and almost dropping Mimi on the ground in the process. “He’s definitely coming for blood.”

Jimin whines, rubbing his palms over his face. “Hyung… I don’t really know what to do. It’s obvious that he hates me, but I barely know him.” 

“You could just text him and explain that these songs weren’t written about him, it’s so easy.” Jin places his legs on top of Jimin’s thighs, stretching his body. 

Jimin is lost. To be honest, the moment he met Jungkook at the bathroom earlier that night, all that he wanted was to pounce on him. It had been so long since he had felt something for someone, even lust, and actually felt attracted to someone’s beauty. Jungkook looked like a deer lost on the highway and blinded by traffic lights, so determined to hide himself from Jimin, but ultimately failing. The shyness and the way Jungkook brushed him off made a fire start to burn in the pit of his stomach — it was a forgotten feeling, the carnal desire. 

Jimin had seen Jungkook before. His face was plastered through almost all the streets of Busan and Seoul, there was no way he could mistake those big round eyes, yet that didn’t mean that Jimin knew him. Namjoon would occasionally mention him here and there, but Jimin never got the chance to get close to him. Even when they happened to have a schedule together, Jimin was always on one side and Jungkook on the other, but he didn’t mind that since he didn’t particularly enjoy idols. Actually, he didn’t enjoy the entire music industry in South Korea. However even bigger than that hatred, Jimin despised the thought of trying to be a rapper away from home. 

It took him a lot of courage to leave Busan, leave his family whom he so deeply loves. It still kills him inside that he missed Jihyun’s graduation because he had an award show scheduled on the same day, and he couldn’t make it back to Seoul in time for his performance if he had travelled down to Busan. There were a lot of things Jimin had to give up to become the person who he is today. He still isn’t a grade A celebrity or famous enough to get PAKs on charts, but his songs do get a nice recognition from the general public and with every day that passes his followers on Instagram only seem to increase. 

A couple of nights ago Jin had joked about Jimin becoming almost IU level famous, and Jimin nearly choked on the sandwich he was eating. He didn’t want that kind of attention or fame, that was a burden he wouldn’t willingly carry. To become an artist as big as IU, you had to sell your soul and live to please and that is something Jimin would rather die than do. That’s why he’s comfortable where he stands, not famous and not a flop. Hestands in the middle of the road and he knows that at any moment he can either move forward or fall backward. 

Jimin has seen fame corrupt the soul of others, corrupt it to the point of no repair. That’s why he vehemently denies it and avoids the success. Would it be a better idea if he hadn’t leaked his mixtape and let it be released during commercial hours that would count for streaming and points on music shows? Yes. Did he care about that? No. As long as he has a roof above his head, enough money to feed himself and a couple extra won to send to his family, he is satisfied.    

“Have you talked to him lately?” Curiously Jin approaches Jimin, languidly moving himself. Jin pokes Jimin’s cheek who seems to be lost in his own head. 

“Who?”

“The asshole.”

“Ew.” Jimin’s face twists in disgust. “I would never talk to him again.”

“Do you think he knows these songs are about him?”

“I do.” Jimin clicks his tongue, moving his neck to the side and cracking it. The loud sound of his joints popping makes Jin pinch Jimin’s leg with his toes. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t, after all, he’s an idiot.”

“Do you still hold that much grudge over what happened?” Jin asks in a calm tone, carefully approaching the subject he knows Jimin doesn’t enjoy talking about. 

“How could I not?” staring at his ring finger, he whispers. 

Jin hums. “Yeah… I would be the same as you. If he wasn’t famous I promise you I would poison him.” 

Coughing, Jimin lifts himself up from the couch, making his way to his mini-bar and grabbing a small bottle of vodka for Jin and him. This is a subject that Jimin would always avoid because of how hard it was for him. He had gotten over what happened, but that didn’t mean that it still didn’t hurt him. His last mixtape had been an outlet to let out all of the feelings that he had longed to say for two years. 

Placing the bottle in Jin’s hand, Jimin suggests a small toast. “To disinfect our throats.” 

“To your awards and your success,” Jin lifts his bottle with a wink, downing the entire bottle in a single gulp. “How will you fix this thing with Jungkook though?”

“Oh…” Jimin licks his bottom lip, feeling the bitter taste of vodka coating it. “I’ll write him a diss track back.” 

“What?” Jin’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“But not in the way you think I might.” Jimin finishes the last drop of vodka with a sly smile. 

▣

If you have something to say to me,
Maybe you should have the guts to say it to my face.
I think it’s funny how you act so shy in front of the cameras,
But behind it, you’re just as bad as everyone else.

Stop acting like you don’t know who I am,
I’ve tried countless times to call you out
And start a friendship with you,
but if you don’t think that’s enough,
fuck you.

I didn’t think this would turn out like this,
but since you so desperately longs for my attention,
I’ll give you one advice:
Just call my number and prove to me that you have more courage than this.

Friendly reminder to you, who calls me snake,
In the food chain,
bunnies are my prey.

I hope your extensive contact list will be able to save your career after this.

“What’s this?” Jungkook asks Taehyung who is laughing so much he can barely breathe. 

“Did you really think your diss track wouldn’t get an answer? C’mon Kook.” Taehyung closes his hand and knocks on Jungkook’s temple as if it was a door. “I thought you were smarter than this.”

Jungkook nudges Taehyung away from his computer, going over the lyrics of the song one more time. “What does he mean‘I’ve tried countless times to call you out and start a friendship with you’ ? The award show last week was the first time we met.”

“Maybe he has tried before and you didn’t notice?” Taehyung suggests, sitting by Jungkook’s side. “Sometimes even I think you’re ignoring me when you don’t reply to my messages.” 

“But that’s because I received too many messages, I don’t do this intentionally,” Jungkook answers quietly, eyebrows pulled together. “I’m sorry that this happens to you sometimes, hyung. I swear to you, it’s not my intention to ignore you.”

Calmly Taehyung places his hand on the small of Jungkook’s back, rubbing circles there to soothe Jungkook, who looks distressed. “Even if that was the reason why he has been writing songs about you, it still doesn’t explain why he’s so intent on disregarding all the effort you put into your work. He’s not innocent either.”

Relishing in the warmth of Taehyung’s hand, Jungkook sighs. “I don’t think doing this was a good idea, but how can I stop now?”

“Maybe you should just lay low, you know? Don’t write something back. You did what you had to do and he wrote back, now it’s done.” Taehyung takes the mouse from Jungkook’s hand and closes the tab open with the song. “Move on from this. If you keep dwelling on this, in the end it will only make you feel bad, and you’re about to start a world tour soon, use the time you have here to rest your body and mind.”

“Thanks hyung,” Jungkook whispers. He gives Taehyung a small smile to which Taehyung answers with a boxy one. “I will follow your advice.”

“As you always should.” 

Gnawing at his bottom lip, Jungkook asks Taehyung something that has been bugging him for a while. “Do you think that what I did is wrong?”    

“The diss track?”

“Yes. Namjoon-hyung had advised me to not release it.”

“I mean… I’m a model, I don’t have to deal with the public eye as much as you do, so I don’t have that much to compare to what you’re experiencing now, you know? I do agree with Namjoon-hyung. You’ll always be remembered for getting into a beef with a rapper and I think your career is full of so many more important achievements that being remembered for only this should be considered a crime.”

Taken aback by the compliment and feeling his cheeks get colored red, Jungkook looks down. “Hyung, stop saying nonsense.” 

“It’s the truth! Hobi and I were talking about this earlier.”

“Did you go out with Hobi-hyung again?” Jungkook asks, squinting his eyes. 

Taehyung winks. “Obviously.”

Jungkook grunts. “Everyone is dating, and I’m here all alone.” 

Taehyung playfully shoves Jungkook to the side. “Stop being so dramatic. I know your phone is filled with people asking you to go on a date with them, you’re the one who’s too hard to get.”

“All the people who message me are weird,” Jungkook says with a pout, his nose wrinkling as his expression turns from sadness to disgust. “Like who texts you asking if you want to go on a date with them without even saying their name?” 

“Uh… Everyone who assumes you have their contact info saved on your phone.”

“Well, I only have the number of my close friends saved on my phone. Why would I want to keep the number of people I don’t even know?” Jungkook says, confused at Taehyung who looks like he’s about to burst in laughter once again, suppressing the corners of his mouth in a weird expression. 

“That’s basically how you get more friends—”

“I don’t want more friends. I’m satisfied with the ones I have.” 

“Jungkook-ah…”

“What?”

“Now I get that line in Jimin’s song.” 

“Ya!” Jungkook slaps Taehyung’s arm. “Stop siding with the enemy.”

“Well, when the enemy is this cute and hot, I might side a little with him.” Taehyung says nonchalantly as he scrolls through Jimin’s instagram page and drools over some of his pictures. “Wow, he’s way prettier than I thought he was.” 

Feeling hot and betrayed, Jungkook turns his monitor off. “You— shouldn’t you be talking about how Hobi is cute and hot? What is this, betrayal?”

“I’m not dating him.”

“You should!”

“Why?”

“You need to stop hitting on everyone, hyung.”

“Oh… I get it.” Taehyung’s eyes sparkle in mischievousness, an evil smile plastered across his face. “I got it.”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, confused. “Got what?”

“I know why you’re so bothered by Jimin.”

“Because he has been trash talking me in the media for an entire year!” Jungkook fumbles with words, feeling cold sweat drip down his back. Getting nervous by Taehyung’s accusations. 

“Only that?” Taehyung lifts one of his brow trying to intimidate Jungkook.

Jungkook only nods as answer.

“I think there might be more to it.” 

Jungkook tongues his cheek, unfazed by Taehyung’s attempt to get him to say something. “And I think you might’ve spent too much time playing games that now all your brain cells are gone.”

“Keep denying it, Kook. But I just want you to know that once you prove me that I’m right, I’m going to bother you with this for your entire life.”   

“Whatever.” Jungkook mumbles, pushing Taehyung’s chair away from him and turning his monitor back on to continue working on his next songs. 

Later that day, Jungkook scrolls through all his unanswered messages to see if he finds an attempt made by Jimin to contact him. He knows he can be quite dense when it comes to texting and that’s the result of his number getting leaked so often, to the point that now he’s afraid of answering someone who claims to be one person but in the end is another. It’s after endless minutes of scrolling through his Kakao and with a sore thumb that he comes back empty handed. 

There’s something that makes the back of his head itch, that sentence on Jimin’s song… He wouldn’t lie about it, right? From what Namjoon has told him Jimin isn’t the type to do this kind of thing, and if he said that in his song, he meant it. Still it doesn’t make sense to Jungkook — the only other place where they met was at a set they were shooting a variety — but even there Jimin hadn’t done anything besides bow to him when he was greeting all of his sunbaes. 

Jungkook dips his toe in the lukewarm water — he had spent more time than he should’ve going through his messages — that fills his bathtub. The contrast between his body temperature and the water creates a nice shock that wakes him up from his dazed state, and finally sinking his body in the bathtub, he sighs. 

What has this day turned into?

What have I done?

Too many thoughts swarm inside his head. If the possibility that Jimin hadn’t written these songs about him is true, then that would make Jungkook an asshole, a conceited asshole who thinks the world spins around him. However, if these songs were indeed written about him, Jimin is the one who was an asshole, holding a grudge for something Jungkook is not even aware of. 

It is a complicated situation, but even more than a complicated situation, it is a situation that Jungkook decided, by himself, to expose to the entire world and sign his name in the bottom of the lyrics of every song that Jimin has written about the idol industry. He isn’t a rookie, yet he made a mistake just like one. Right now he regrets his decision, but in the moment he uploaded that song, he felt so alive, burning from the inside out, a new kind of ecstasy that made his hands shake in euphoria.

Should I have contacted him like Namjoon-hyung suggested?  

Jungkook goes over this thought once every day, it’s like this occurrence is the only thing that he thinks about lately. Even when he isn’t thinking about anything his mind will go “Jimin," and Jungkook’s stomach will knot in anxiousness and something he can’t quite name yet. He knows he should stop this, stop his mind from focusing so much on someone he barely knows, but he can’t stop. 

Sinking down until water covers his body entirely, he screams, the sound muffled by the water. 

Emerging from the water and laying his head against the side of the bathtub, Jungkook takes his phone from the ground where it was and opens his Twitter. There are a bunch of tweets he doesn’t understand nor wants to, and he goes straight to where he wants, typing Jimin’s name in the search bar. 

@jminluvr look at how pretty jimin looks in these shots. he should definitely dye his hair orange again.

Jungkook's mouth gets dry as he stares at the picture. Jimin is standing in the middle of a stage with a red shirt and a leather jacket draped over his left arm, his hands pulling the hem of his pants down as his V line gets enhanced by the lightning used in the picture, the contrast of tanned skin against the red of the shirt. Jungkook has to swallow down as he begins to salivate. This being the first time he has seen Jimin with another hair color that isn’t blonde, he finds himself in complete awe. 

How can someone look this good in every single hair color that exists?

Using the now cold water to cool himself down, he opens another tweet.

@jiminliet when will i be able to see jimin in interviews again? i miss seeing him dissing idols *sighs*
↳ @milfmin oooh are u talking about j*ngk*ok?
↳ @jiminliet obviously kkkkkk
↳ @milfmin do u really think the songs were written about him? i’m not talking about golden spoon but the ones jimin wrote before
↳ @jiminliet i think j*ngk*ok writing a diss track back to jimin confirms that golden spoon was about him but idk about the other it could be. have u seen that thread tha explains why they don’t like each other?
↳ @milfmin i did but idk i don’t trust that it seems too far fetched and purely made out of assumptions without proofs. from what i saw at the last award show it doesn’t seem like j/k dislikes mini.
↳ @jiminliet pls don’t tell me u r a jikooker oomf

Jikooker?

Confused, Jungkook lifts one of his brows, unaware of what this term means. 

Could this be a new slang term he hasn’t been made aware of?

Because Jungkook wants to truly understand the meaning of these people's conversations, he rushes to open a tab on naver and looks for the word. The results are… surprising, to say the least. In the image section a bunch of pictures of Jimin and him are shown and underneath the search bar, hundreds of blog posts with titles like [JUNGKOOK X JIMIN] [JIKOOK] [JUNGMIN] [JIJEONG] [KOOKMIN] — which Jungkook knows are fan fiction stories. Yes , he knew about how that worked, — the numbers that show how many posts were made about them makes Jungkook’s jaw go slack with the amount of zeros he sees at the end. Since when did they become a thing? His finger hovers over the title of one of the posts, that seems to be the one with the most views, but he stops himself before he can open it — that would be too much. He doesn’t want to read about Jimin and him working as cops who are definetely fucking each other.

He couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t thought about Jimin as something more though. Jungkook is a healthy young gay man with a pair of eyes, and Jimin is one of the most beautiful people he has ever laid these eyes upon. There is no use in denying the undeniable. Jimin is extremely hot, and under different circumstances, Jungkook would probably have hit on him. To be honest, Jungkook is not sure if he would have the courage to do so, Jimin — even in that brief moment that they were together — was so intimidating that Jungkook felt like he had travelled back in time and was his 16-year-old self, who wasn’t capable of talking to cute boys without stuttering or hiding from them at the briefest indication of interaction. 

Jungkook can feel his toes get wrinkly from staying too much time inside the water, but the atmosphere and this safe ground he found inside his bathroom is so calming that he refuses to move, instead opting for going through more videos of Jimin. It’s funny how Jungkook even manages to find videos before he debuted, which he knows is not that hard considering how popular Jimin has become, but in these videos he looks so unlike himself. Jungkook coos at the sight of a young Jimin in a dance battle with his black rimmed glasses.

He spends more time than he would like to admit looking for more information about Jimin. Photos, videos and interviews, he looks through all of them. It’s only when he notices he has spent more than an hour inside the bathtub that he realizes it was not the calming atmosphere that kept him there, but Jimin. 

▣

“How should I act around him?” Jungkook asks Taehyung through gritted teeth inside their limousine. 

Taehyung who’s fixing his hair with the front camera of his phone, sighs. “You’re not even sure if he’s going to be here.” 

“He is,” Jungkook answers him immediately, the speed in which his leg bounces up and down increasing the closer they get to the venue. “I checked the guest list.”

“Why would you do that?”

“To see if he was going to be here.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, irked by Taehyung’s dumb question — as if Jungkook would waste his precious time looking for someone’s else name. 

Taehyung finally turns around, placing both of his hands on Jungkook’s shoulder and shaking him. “Nothing is going to happen, you just do your thing, he does his, nothing to worry. Why are you so anxious? You can just ignore him like you did last time.”

Mortified, Jungkook sinks into the leather seat, pressing his palms to his face. “Please, don’t remind me of that. And it’s not that I’m anxious I just know all the cameras will be pointed at us, what if I do something wrong?”

“Something wrong like drooling over a certain rapper, getting caught and getting your name into the worldwide trends?”

Jungkook grunts shoving Taehyung away from him. “Shut up. You’re the worst friend ever, I wish I could have taken Hoseok-hyung instead of you.” 

Taehyung clicks his tongues, throwing his head back and brushing his hand through his blue hair. “As if Hobi wouldn’t do the same to you.”

“He wouldn’t!”

“Stop playing dumb, Jungkook-ah. Hobi and I have talked about how much we want to see and record your face when Jimin decides to call you out face to face,” Taehyung says with a smug smile. “I gotta make sure Namjoon-hyung tells me beforehand, so that when the moment finally comes, we’ll be ready.” 

“Shut up,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. 

Taehyung slaps the back of Jungkook’s head. “Don’t be disrespectful to me. I’m older than you, brat.”

“Whatever…” Jungkook mumbles. 

By the time their bickering has ended, they’re already parked next to the red carpet. It’s not a big award show, but since Taehyung was going to be the one handing off Jungkook’s award, he decided to attend it. Their friendship is known throughout the entire industry. Taehyung had been Jungkook’s first famous friend, and one of the reasons why Jungkook had landed so many good commercial films early in his career. They know that because their friendship is so advertised in the media they gained advantages from it, like when one of them needed a job or was looking for something, they could always contact the other and find a way to fix that, be it through contacts or even money.

The entire process of getting to the venue is always the same boring one: they step out of the car get pictures taken of them as thousands of people scream their names, walk to the stage where they’re interviewed by an awkward MC, later are directed to their seats, where even more people will be looking at them and taking pictures of their every move. The end of the night will be closed with a headache from all the flashing lights with the sound of camera flashes buzzing over and over again inside their skulls. Attending award shows is not something Jungkook enjoys, but having Taehyung by his side during one makes it less dreadful than it is. 

Jungkook refuses to let his eyes wander when they get to their seats. He doesn’t want to see Jimin, and if he’s able to avoid him for the entire night, he will. Taehyung, who is aware of his scheme, bursts into laughter every time Jungkook fidgets on the seat as a person walks by them. 

“Stop acting like a robot,” Taehyung whispers to him, placing his hand over his mouth so no one can make out what he’s saying to Jungkook.

“I’m trying not to,” Jungkook answers him through gritted teeth, trying his best to keep a smile on his face as he bows to more people walking by them. “Why did they have to place us in the front row?”

“You’re the most famous celebrity here, it would be stupid for them to place you at the back where no one can see your face.” 

Jungkook closes his face. “That was a rhetorical question, I’m not that dumb.”

“Your fault for making me believe you’re even dumber.”

“Shut up.”

Taehyung licks his lips, lifting one of his brows. “Be careful, someone might find out what you’re saying and your company will wake up with a hundred articles written about how disrespectful to your hyungs you are.”

Jungkook only groans as an answer, turning his attention back to the main stage, where a girl group performs one of their bubblegum pop catchy songs. Jungkook moves along to the beat — even though he has no idea which song is this — putting the best smile he can muster to satisfy his fans who are screaming from the seats behind him. It’s a show, from the moment he steps inside until he leaves. Every single movement and smile has been scripted and trained at his agency; now that he’s a senior, he doesn’t need to attend classes about how to behave himself during award shows, since it’s all tattooed in his brain.  

Taehyung nudges Jungkook’s feet making the younger move his gaze from the stage to him. 

“What?” he mumbles, trying to keep his attention split between the stage and Taehyung.

“I just saw the cue sheet, guess who’s going next?”

He doesn’t need to guess when he knows that Taehyung wouldn’t have mentioned that if it wasn’t about him.

Jungkook has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes, now that he’s in an open space with thousands of cameras around him everything has to be calculated. “You didn’t need to tell me that.”

“I wanted to, regardless of your wishes.”

 Jungkook lowers his head, pretending to cough and placing his hand in front of his mouth. “You’re an asshole.” 

“An asshole and your best friend.” 

Jungkook decides to ignore Taehyung for the next minutes, respectfully clapping and bowing for the artists that walk up to the stage to get their awards. It’s boring and at the same time nice, seeing the happiness and state of shock on the face of rookies who didn’t get the notice that they were going to win like Jungkook did. Jungkook feels like his mind is miles away from his body, but the moment the big LED screen announces that Jimin’s performance is next, his mind returns to him in a matter of seconds — eyes suddenly focused and palms sweating.

His heart hammers inside his ribcage to the sound of the intro of Jimin’s song. It doesn’t take long for the spotlights to move and form a halo around his blonde hair, looking like an angel descending from heaven as he’s bathed in artificial lights. He slides across the stage with sunglasses — which Jungkook hates because he loves Jimin’s eyes — and silver chains dangling around his pretty neck. 

Jimin jumps around the stage interacting with the crowd, never spending more than a few seconds in a single place. The neck of his white shirt is so big it slips down his shoulder, showcasing a flash of smooth skin and black ink. Jungkook is aware that Jimin has a tattoo on his ribcage and a few on his arms, but the sight of an orange fan with feathers on its tips and white spirea flowers engraved on it makes Jungkook gasp. He didn’t know he would feel this affected by a simple tattoo but there’s something about it being on Jimin, the contrast of the bright colors against his flushed skin that makes Jungkook’s mouth water with desire.

He coughs, crosses his legs and prays to all the gods that he doesn’t get a hard on in the middle of an award show looking at his “enemy.” Why did his coordi decide to put him in the tightest pants known to mankind today? He crosses his arms, hiding his hand underneath the jacket and pulling at the fabric of the pants to make it loosen around his crotch area.

Taehyung who apparently has one eye focused on the stage and the other on Jungkook, arches one of his brows, looking down at his pants. “Do you have a problem, friend?”

Jungkook, who doesn’t want to miss a single second from Jimin’s performance, ignores his hyung. 

Although the sound is so loud they can barely hear each other, Jungkook manages to pick up the sound of Taehyung’s laughter. Jungkook cheeks are colored red, the pit of his stomach being heated by liquid fire as Jimin stares straight at the camera with one of his eyebrows raised, licking his plump lips before sending a kiss and dropping the mic as the lights go out.

Unable to stop the urge that consumes him, Jungkook is the first idol on his feet as the performance ends, clapping his hands excitedly. Noticing he’s the only one up he steps on Taehyung’s foot, making his hyung stand up and accompany him, encouraging everyone else to also stand up.  

Once the MC announces that they’re entering the second break of the award show, Jungkook, consumed by the hunger that makes his stomach grumble, tells Taehyung that he’ll eat something backstage and come back later. Taehyung doesn’t even blink at him, waving him off and making his way to a few of his friends that were working as presenters.

With his hands in his pockets and humming, Jungkook goes straight to his dressing room, where he knows Jihyo has left a few boxes filled with spicy tteokbokki for him. He licks his lips, almost savouring the numbing pain that he so deeply enjoys that comes from the gochujang and minced garlic. Jungkook knows he shouldn’t be stuffing his face full of food before his performance, but he’s so hungry all that he can think about is filling his belly with everything that he can find on his way. He should have eaten something before leaving his house. 

Jungkook finds weird how empty the hallways are, a weird unwelcoming feeling making shivers run down his spine, as if something was behind him. He can hear voices coming from a few rooms, but unlike other award shows — where the hallways are usually bursting with people — he can only hear, but he doesn’t see anyone. 

Shrugging this feeling away, Jungkook finally opens the door of his dressing room and immediately makes his way to the boxes of food placed on top of the plastic table. Sighing in relief and grabbing a toothpick, he’s about to finally put a piece of rice cake inside his mouth when the door opens again. 

“Taehyung, I already told you to knock on the door when we’re backstage.” Jungkook warns him off, annoyed at the interruption. This is not the first time Taehyung has welcomed himself to Jungkook’s dressing room and almost killed him in the process. 

“Oh,” says a voice that does not belong to Taehyung. 

Jungkook turns around so fast he gets a spasm on his neck, letting the toothpick fall to the floor and putting some pressure on his nape to relieve the pain. Jungkook almost falls from the floor too when he’s met with the sight of a sweaty Park Jimin still wearing the outfit from his performance in front of him.

Gulping down, Jungkook asks, “What are you doing here?”

“Woah…” Jimin says, placing his index finger underneath his bottom lip and widening his eyes. “You really hate me, huh?”

Taken aback by the question, Jungkook breaks eye contact with Jimin, dropping his head and avoiding Jimin’s piercing gaze. “I don’t hate you, I just think it’s impolite of you to enter my dressing room without knocking on the door.” 

With sluggish steps Jimin walks until he’s standing right in front of Jungkook. His eyes seem to be stuck on Jungkook’s face — and although he looks intimidating, his gaze still manages to bring some comfort to Jungkook’s racing heart. “Impolite like you were to me last time? Or when you wrote a diss track about me?”

Lips screwed into a grimace Jungkook tries to stand his ground. “You were the one who started this and you know it.”

“Me?” he points to himself, nose wrinkled in distaste. 

“Are you going to pretend Golden Spoon wasn’t about me?”

“How old are you?” Jimin asks him. 

“Twenty three.” he mumbles under his breath. 

“Oh—” Jimin tilts his head to the side, pulling a chair and sitting by Jungkook’s side. “You’re still a child. That explains why you acted like that, or you’re just an asshole who thinks you own the world just because you’re famous.” 

Jungkook stutters, feeling like a child being interrogated and scolded. “Y— you didn’t deny it.”

“I don’t need to deny something as ridiculous as that. If I had something to say to you I would say it to your face, pretty,” Jimin says nonchalantly, with his erect posture and half lidded eyes looking down on him. Jungkook feels inferior to him, like a servant looking at his king. 

His cheeks are colored scarlet red now, the pet name making his stomach tightening in knots. “You’re lying.”

Jimin slides to the edge of the chair, leaning even closer to Jungkook and placing his hand on Jungkook’s thigh that burns with the contact. “Why would I lie to you? I don’t even know you.”

Jungkook swallows down on nothing, wanting so desperately to be released from Jimin’s grip, yet not finding within himself any strength to move away from him — instead, at the same time he wants to run, he wants to pull Jimin along with him. “Then why did you write a diss back to me?” 

“I thought your diss track was so cute that I should give you an answer back. I don’t like leaving pretty boys on read.” Jungkook’s eyes are zeroed on Jimin’s lips. He can’t move his gaze away from Jimin’s red pillowy lips that move and bewitch him with every word that he speaks, rendering Jungkook motionless.

“It wasn’t cute,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. 

“Do you like my nose that much, pretty?” Jimin slides the hand that is placed on top of Jungkook’s thighs up and down squeezing the flesh. A devilish gleam coloring Jimin’s irises as he stares at Jungkook through his lashes. “Do you think I’m that pretty?”

“W—what are y—you talking about?”

This time Jimin slides off the chair, with both of his hands on Jungkook’s thighs now he stands centimeters away from Jungkook’s face. “I read every single word of your diss track, babe. It wasn’t a diss track, it was a confession.”

“You’re insane,” Jungkook says staring straight into Jimin’s eyes, his thighs throbbing in pain with the pressure of Jimin’s hand.   

Jimin moves forward lowering his head and placing it below Jungkook’s chin, and soon after tilting it upwards and placing a featherlight kiss to Jungkook’s jaw. In a seductive tone, he whispers, “Are you sure?”

Jungkook, who’s about to pass out, only nods as an answer.

Noticing how spaced out Jungkook looks, Jimin smiles. Gnawing at his bottom lip, he noses at Jungkook’s neck, inhaling his perfume. “You’re so cute.”

“‘M not,” Jungkook whispers, biting his tongue to not let out a moan slip past his lips when Jimin massages his thighs. “What are you doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Jimin asks him, taking a step back and his hands off of him.  

In a battle between his heart, mind and his dick, Jungkook grunts, “No.”

“Jungkook, can I ask you something?” Jimin asks through half lidded eyes. 

Moving uncomfortably in that small chair, Jungkook places his hands on top of his crotch to hide the erection that has risen in his pants. “Yes.” 

Letting his hands roam free through Jungkook’s torso, Jimin uses his finger to tilt Jungkook’s chin, forcing the younger to keep his eyes on him. “When you released that diss track did you do it because you were angry at me or because you wanted my attention?”

Jungkook bites his lips. “Both.”

A mischievous smile paints Jimin’s face at the answer. “Pretty, you could’ve gotten my attention in other ways.”

“I didn’t want to seem like a coward, letting you talk shit about me and stay quiet.”

“It wasn’t about you, love. But I’m happy to see you have some guts.” Turning around and giving Jungkook a perfect view of his ass, Jimin grabs a napkin and scribbles something with a pen that had been forgotten there. “Now I want to see what you’ll do with this.”

“What?” Jungkook asks him, confused. 

Jimin places the napkin in Jungkook’s hand. “Call me later.”

And with that, he vanishes off the room, leaving Jungkook with an erection and a phone number in his hands.  

“Do you have something you need to tell me?” Taehyung asks him inside the limousine on their way back home. 

Unlike the other days, they’re riding with their windows down now, enjoying the night breeze of Seoul. The wind messing their perfect hairstyles, Jungkook laughs when he notices Taehyung’s hair looks like a bird’s nest, yet he doesn’t say anything because he’s aware he must look worse. 

“No,” Jungkook answers, nonchalantly, lying through with his teeth. Bopping along to the song that plays on the radio, pretending the napkin that is neatly folded inside his pocket doesn’t burn a hole through his clothes.

Taehyung, who is still not satisfied by Jungkook’s answer and notices something strange, tries again. “Why do you look so weird though?”

“Weird?” Jungkook feigns innocence, arching one of his brows and wrinkling his nose. “I’m not weird, hyung. I’m just tired.”

Taehyung nods, dropping the subject. He places a hand on Jungkook’s nape massaging it to relieve the tension. “We only have a few minutes before we get to your house. By the way, do you want to come with me and Hobi to Namjoon’s launch party?” 

“He’s releasing a new mixtape?” he asks confused.

“No. It’s the library that he has been working for a while to open.” Taehyung gives the back of Jungkook’s head a light tap. “He spent the entire afternoon talking about it that day at Yoongi’s place.”

Jungkook gasps. “I thought that would take months to be ready.”

“C’mon, we’re talking about Namjoon-hyung. Put some respect to his name, Kook.”

Jungkook closes his face, annoyed by Taehyung’s sly smile. “Wow, hyung is awesome.” 

“He is. But, will you come along with us or will you give us another excuse to skip it?”

Jungkook stretches his arms above his head. “When is the party happening?”

“Next Sunday.”

“I’ll try to come,” he says truthfully.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but gives up on trying to bring Jungkook along. “Sure, just text me once you discover if you’re coming or not.”

me — 03:20
will u go to joon’s party?

JM— 03:21
pretty?
yeah.

me — 03:22
:)

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me — 09:00
i’m going to joon’s party tae-hyung

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By the time Jungkook gets to the party, Namjoon’s living room is already full of people. It’s not overcrowded because that isn’t Namjoon’s type of party, but there are enough people there to make Jungkook apologize as he tries to make his way to the garden where he assumes his friends are. Namjoon’s house, just like Namjoon himself, seems like a gateway from Seoul to a forest. With muted colors and everything made out of reforested wood, there are plants and flowers in every corner of the house and the earthy and comforting scent of pines remembers Jungkook of his grandparent’s house back in Busan. He loves going to Namjoon’s place more than he enjoys being at his own house. 

On his way to the garden, Jungkook almost gets his white shirt tainted with red; someone had tripped over Namjoon’s carpet and almost dumped the entire glass on him, luckily the liquid doesn’t reach him but the poor glass gets shattered. The commotion happening is enough to bring a few eyes to them. Jungkook who only wants to see his hyungs — and someone else — waves the guy who broke the glass off, rushing outside. 

As he expected, Taehyung and Hoseok are sitting on the grass taking sips out of a bottle of wine as Namjoon stands in front of them excitedly gesticulating and talking about something that Jungkook can’t hear, and by their side sitting down on a wooden swing is the person that makes Jungkook’s heart pound inside his ribcage. With his face painted by a fond smile as he looks at Namjoon, wearing a black beret over his blonde hair, a long sleeved black and green shirt and black shorts. Jimin hasn’t even noticed that Jungkook has arrived, but Jungkook can’t seem to take his eyes away from him. 

He approaches them with sluggish steps, careful enough to not draw any attention to himself. Unlike the living room, they’re the only ones standing in the garden and Jungkook doesn’t want to interrupt their conversation. His cautiousness goes to waste when he trips over a fallen branch, he didn’t notice on his way — his eyes were too focused on someone to pay attention to where he was walking.  

With his sneaker slipping off his foot, he feels mortified when he looks up to find everyone’s eyes stuck to him. 

“Jungkookie!” Taehyung jumps in commemoration, rushing to get to his side, clearly intoxicated by the alcohol they were consuming. 

“Hyung,” he says in a small voice. Jungkook doesn’t need a mirror to know his cheeks are colored red now, and being aware that Jimin has just seen him trip over like an idiot makes him want to dig a hole and bury himself in it. “Hi.”

Crouching down to put his sneaker back on his foot, he murmurs a prayer under his breath that none of his hyungs will make fun of it. He can’t deal with them making fun of him right in front of Jimin after he embarrassed himself already.

Although there’s enough space for Jungkook to sit on the ground and by his hyung’s side — like he usually does — this time he decides to sit on the swing by Jimin’s side. If Taehyung or Namjoon notice something strange about it, their conversation about a famous painter prevents them from doing so. 

Jungkook looks at the empty bottle of soju resting by Jimin’s feet on the ground. 

“I thought you wouldn’t drink today.” he whispers quietly, his words only meant for Jimin’s ears. 

“I decided that maybe I would need a shot of liquid courage,” Jimin answers. His gaze focused on their hyungs, pretending he wasn't talking to Jungkook.

“Why would you need it?” Jungkook decides to press Jimin. Unlike the other day at the dressing room this time he wouldn’t act like a hormonal shy teenager, this time he would show Jimin that he can also play around with him. That was his mission for the day, to make Jimin blush and stutter like he did. 

Realizing the pragmatic meaning behind Jungkook’s words and his true intention, Jimin chuckles, satisfied. A smile spreads across his face as he tilts his head to the side, now looking at Jungkook. “I heard from a friend that a guy I’m interested in would show up.”  

“Did he show up?” Jungkook stares at him, pupils dilated, straightening his back. 

Jimin hums appreciatively, slightly parting his lips and letting his tongue coat his lips. “Yes.”

“Where is he? I would like to meet him.”

“Why would you like to meet him?” With one of his brows arched in defiance, Jimin pinches the bridge of his nose. 

There’s no need for words, they know the game they’re playing and the thrill that their friends might hear what they’re saying sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine, the way they’re tipping over the edge of an abyss, but enjoying the way they can’t see the bottom.  

“I just want to know which type of guys you’re into,” Jungkook says nonchalantly, maintaining his eyes fixed to Jimin’s. 

Jimin moves his gaze away from Jungkook, checking up on their friends — who are too into their conversation to spare them a glance — before leaning forward, placing his mouth close to Jungkook’s earlobe, cold metal earrings meeting warm lips. “I like the ones who diss me in public.” 

Jungkook tries to swallow down, trying to pretend the words Jimin just said don’t affect him, but ends up choking and nearly coughing his lungs out.

Jimin’s smile vanishes once Jungkook continues to gasp for air, and with a heavy hand Jimin slaps Jungkook’s back. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook, who once again feels ashamed of his own behavior, only shakes his head. Too shy to look up at Jimin again, he slides off the swing. Crawling over the grass to the place where Hoseok and Taehyung are sitting, he takes the bottle of wine from Hoseok’s hand. “My throat is dry.” 

Even though Jungkook has his back to Jimin he can hear his laugh and that makes him blush a shade even deeper of red. Drinking the rest of the hot wine that was inside the bottle, he screws up his face at the taste. “What is this?”

“A mix of wine and soju,” Taehyung answers like it’s nothing. 

“What?” Jungkook's eyes widen in disbelief. He brings the now empty bottle, close to his nostrils and smells it, only to be hit with the heavy scent of alcohol that makes his head spin. “Fuck, you guys should have warned me before I drank it.”

“How could I when you tipped the entire bottle without saying anything?” Hoseok asks him. 

“I don’t know, you could have stopped me?”

“It’s not their fault you rushed to drink the entire thing, Jungkook-ssi,” comes the annoying voice, Jungkook dreams almost every night of, from behind his back.  

Taehyung, who has already caught up on what’s happening between the two, doubles over in laughter, placing a hand over his belly to stop himself from falling onto the ground. With tears slipping past his eyelids, Jungkook slaps Taehyung’s thigh. 

“Why are you laughing so much? You’re drunker than anyone else here,” Jungkook whines crossing his arms over his chest. 

“At least tell me you had eaten something before drinking it.” Shaking his head, Namjoon takes the empty bottle of wine and places it on a table — away from them, since they were already too drunk to be close to objects made of glass, as always he’s the one worrying about the well being of all their friends. 

Jungkook places his index finger on his temple, trying to remember and searching through his hazy mind what he was doing before coming to Joon’s place. “I think I ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast.”

“What?”  

“Hyung, you know hectic my schedule has been lately,” he whines with a pout, stuttering through the words with a heavy tongue. Jungkook hates that he can already feel his mind getting dizzier and his reflexes getting slower. Getting this drunk today wasn’t his intention. 

“Jimin-ah, can you take Jungkook inside and get him some food?” Namjoon asks Jimin, ignoring Jungkook, who lets out an exasperated sigh in annoyance.

“I know where the kitchen is. I don’t need someone to babysit me.” Jungkook presses his lips together in a frown. The indicator that Jungkook really needs someone to babysit him is because in a sober state he would never act like this around Namjoon, a hyung whom he so deeply respects. 

Ignoring what Jungkook has said, Jimin pulls his elbow to make him stand up. “C’mon, baby.”

“Yes, Jiminie, show him who’s the boss,” Hoseok screams from where he’s laying down on the grass, lifting his fist as a gesture of encouragement to Jimin, who laughs at his actions.

“Be careful with him, Mini. When Kook is drunk he tends to act even more like a brat than he already is,” Taehyung says as he threads his fingers through Hoseok’s hair. 

Dismissing their calls, Jimin lets his hand rest on Jungkook’s elbow for the rest of the path. Namjoon’s garden is full of rocks and that makes Jimin afraid that Jungkook will stumble again in one of them and this time will get seriously hurt, so he tightens the hold he has on him.

“Pay attention to the floor.” 

“I’m not a child and I’m not even drunk,” Jungkook complains, staring at Jimin with his eyes narrowed. He wants to pull his arm free from Jimin’s grasp, but being this close to him makes butterflies swim in his stomach, and that sensation, although a scary one, is one that he welcomes with open arms. 

“Didn’t seem like it when you’re stumbling across your words while talking to Joon.” Clicking his tongue, Jimin pulls Jungkook to the side. His lack of attention — aka, his focus on Jimin — would end up being the reason why he would get hurt, just now he had almost tripped over another branch on the ground.   

“I was faking it.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Namjoon is so rich, why doesn’t he contract someone to clean his garden?” Jungkook complains unders his breath, kicking a few fallen leaves to the side. “Aish.” 

“It’s not his fault you don’t pay attention to where you’re walking.” 

“I always pay attention but I forgot my glasses today,” Jungkook admits. 

“I wonder how many excuses you’ll find until you admit that you’re tipsy because you recklessly went straight for the nearest bottle of alcohol that you could find when you got shy from the words I said to you.” 

Jungkook falters on his steps, cheeks being colored red again, but is dragged by Jimin’s hand that is still wrapped around his arm. They enter the house, and what once was a calm space that Jungkook used to enjoy, and sometimes even come to meditate, is now bursting with people. The sound of laughter, screams and music playing, even if it is not something Jungkook is used to see here, seems to match the atmosphere, bringing more life to the place.

Guiding Jungkook through the house — even though he knows it like the back of his hand — Jimin pulls Jungkook inside the empty kitchen that is miraculously empty. 

With his back turned to Jungkook, Jimin starts to search through the cabinets. “What do you want to eat? Joon has ordered chicken, but it’ll take a while to get here.”  

“M’ not hungry.” 

As soon as these words come out of Jungkook’s mouth, Jimin turns around with his eyes narrowed into slits. He says with a tone of voice, just like his expression, somber. “It’s almost 9pm, I don’t care if you’re not hungry, you’ll eat. You just drank a bomb of alcohol and once that hits your system, you’re either going straight to a hospital or you’re being obedient and accepting the food I’m about to make for you.”

Jungkook eyes widen, his mouth going dry as he discovers this new side of Jimin’s personality. Internally Jungkook is laughing and holding himself back from cooing at the way Jimin wants to take care of him, but outside he decides to tease him a bit more. 

“I can wait for the chicken,” he says, leaning down on the countertop and placing his elbows on it, his chin now resting on his hands.

Jimin only lifts one of his brows before turning around and opening a cabinet and taking a package of ramen from it. “Can you handle spice?” 

Aware that this is a lost battle, Jungkook answers. “Yes.” 

“Good.” 

Jungkook stays by Jimin’s side as he cooks the ramen for him. Could he be doing this? Yes, but he enjoys way too much seeing how attentive and caring Jimin is with him. 

It doesn’t take long until he has finished an entire package of spicy stir fried noodles, with his mouth now tingling from the broth and his lips puffed because of how many different types of peppers there were inside it, he sighs happily. 

“Thank you for the meal, hyung.” 

Jimin, unlike Jungkook, had eaten before coming to Namjoon’s get together, therefore he watched Jungkook eating the entire time. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Jungkook-ssi. You just need to be more careful about what you drink.” 

Placing his metal chopsticks down, he decides to ask what he had been dying to since they moved to the kitchen. “Were you that worried about me?”

“I would be worried about anyone who drank that much without thinking. I was only acting like a decent human being by taking care of you,” Jimin answers, and although he sounds sincere, the pink blush that dusts his cheeks is an indicator that there might be more to this than what he’s saying. 

Jungkook only hums, eyes analyzing every single detail on Jimin’s face. It’s weird that before when he drank he felt like he might really get drunk from it, but the more time he spent with Jimin and his calming presence the more it felt like the alcohol was evaporating from his system. It may be due to the ramen that he ate, yet even as Jimin was cooking and humming songs under his breath by Jungkook’s side he already got into this relaxed state.

“Do you want to go back now?” he asks Jimin, since he was the one who deprived him from being with their friends. 

After drinking a glass of water and cleaning the cup, Jimin smiles at him. “Yeah.” 

Feeling the awkward atmosphere around them, Jungkook is the first one to get up and move towards the door. 

The song that was loud when they came is now even louder, with people jumping and dancing in the middle of Namjoon’s living room. The sun has now set, and outside the windows the world is already pitch black. Jungkook hadn’t even noticed they had spent that much time inside the kitchen. 

Jungkook is on his way back to the garden when Jimin wraps his hand around his wrist.

“I’m going upstairs, I left my phone in Joonie’s room,” he says, his big brown eyes staring at Jungkook as he tilts his head to the side. 

Jimin lets go of Jungkook’s leaving him standing alone in the middle of the hallway. Jungkook looks around him trying to understand what just happened. Namjoon’s house is not huge, but because Jungkook wants to spend more time by Jimin’s side without their friends butting in, he follows him. 

Skipping up the steps he finds it weird when he comes across the door of Namjoon’s room closed.

“Jimin-hyung?” Jungkook calls him as he knocks on the door. 

Jungkook stands with his ear close to the door trying to hear footsteps to discover if Jimin is still inside there or if he has already left. Ignoring the sounds coming from the other rooms, which Jungkook has no wish to discover the cause of them might be, it’s with a whoosh of the wind and a hand grabbing the collar of his shirt that he almost has a heart attack. 

With his back pressed against the door and a hand so tightly wrapped around his shirt — nearly choking him — he’s met with black round eyes that are filled with lust. “I thought it would take you forever to get here.”

Jungkook who’s confused but excited, answers through ragged breaths. “Was I supposed to get here earlier?” 

“Jungkook-ssi,” Jimin whispers in a menacing tone, pressing his forehead against Jungkook’s. “Don’t tell me you believed that I came here only to get my phone.”

“Y—you were lying?”

Clicking his tongue, Jimin presses his thumb to Jungkook’s Adam’s apple, feeling it bobble up and down. “Pretty, I was on my phone the entire time we were together outside.”

Jimin’s warm hands contrast against his cold skin, and Jungkook feels shivers run down his spine as heat starts to coil up in the pit of his stomach. It’s against his own wishes that he closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jimin’s hand caressing his skin. “I didn’t notice.” 

“What were you paying attention to, pretty?” Jimin places his foot in between Jungkook’s, caging him against the door. 

Being this close makes Jungkook realize that Jimin isn’t that much smaller than him, but the way Jimin’s frame is so lithe helps to create the illusion that he is. It makes Jungkook want to grab Jimin by his thighs and throw him on the bed to worship every single piece of his smooth skin that his lips are allowed to meet. 

Jungkook, who’s so lost into his own mind, forgets to answer Jimin, getting lost into Jimin’s lips that are now so close to his. His lack of attention leads to Jimin trailing his small hands from Jungkook’s neck to his face and forcing Jungkook’s eyes to meet his. 

“Pretty, I asked you a question,” he whispers, moving even closer than before. Now there’s not a single centimeter separating the two of them, feeling Jimin’s heartbeat on his chest Jungkook inhales deeply to try and regain his consciousness. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear it,” Jungkook mumbles. He wants to hold Jimin’s waist, caress his face, but his palms are so sweaty he gets ashamed of them.

Bumping Jungkook’s nose with his, Jimin whispers against his lips. “What were you paying attention to?”  

“You,” he blurts out. 

“And you didn’t see that I had my phone with me the entire time?” The corner of Jimin’s lips slightly quirk upwards in a mischievous smile plastered on his face. His hands that were once grabbing Jungkook’s face are now entangled on his hair, caressing his curls and scratching his nape.

“I had better things to look at than your phone.”

“Yeah?” Jimin licks his lips, and Jungkook feels the wetness of his tongue brush against his lips. 

“Yeah. Your face is a great example,” Jungkook says, eyelids closing as he feels Jimin brush his lips against his jaw. To hold himself back from pulling Jimin into a kiss, Jungkook shoves his hands into the pocket of his pants. 

“You talk a lot about my beauty, pretty. Is that all that you care for?” Jimin teases him, chuckling when he hears Jungkook gasp.  

“You know it isn’t. I want to get to know you,” Jungkook answers truthfully. Jungkook became captivated by Jimin once he started to look for more information about him, everything about the older seemed like a mystery, and Jungkook wanted to unveil every single one. 

Satisfied by the answer, Jimin gets on the tip of his toes and presses a kiss behind Jungkook’s ear, planting a few kitty licks to his neck. “What’s stopping you from doing so?”

Jungkook gathers the courage to grab Jimin’s waist, hugging him. “You.”

Jimin throws his head back, laughing. “Me? When have I done that, pretty?”

“You barely answer my texts,” Jungkook whines, lips puckering in a pout. 

“Are you sad that I can’t answer your texts the minute you send them to me, baby?” Jimin coos at him, petting Jungkook’s head as if he were a dog. 

“It’s not that.” Jungkook fumbles with the words, trying to find the ones to correctly express himself. “I just want to talk more with you.” 

Noticing Jimin is too far away from him, Jungkook uses the hand he has on Jimin’s back to move him forward again, making him stumble onto his chest. Jimin smiles through half lidded eyes — and his smile only gets bigger when he notices the hardness on Jungkook’s pants. 

“I think you want more than to just talk to me, pretty.” Jimin brushes his thigh against Jungkook’s crotch. The motion making Jungkook’s cheeks get even redder than they already are and his hips buck forward. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines. Placing his head on Jimin’s shoulder, eyes closed as he bites his lips trying not to let a moan out. 

“Yes, pretty?” Jimin teases him continuing to move his thigh back and forth on Jungkook’s erection, encouraging Jungkook to grind against him. 

Heaving in a sigh, Jungkook begs. “Please.”

“What?” Jimin presses his leg further into the space in between Jungkook’s leg.

“Stop,” he whispers. 

“Do you want me to stop, pretty?” Jimin brushes his lips on Jungkook’s cheeks, now that his head is on his shoulder Jimin can’t reach his lips. “Hyung will let you do whatever you want.” 

Jungkook groans, gripping the belt loops of Jimin’s pants as a lifeline. The heat that consumes him whole is almost unbearable, he wants so badly to grind against Jimin’s leg, but he doesn’t want to look like a virgin teenager because he’s aware that, with how hard he is, any pressure against his erection will make him come in his pants. 

“What are you scared of, baby? You know hyung just wants to help you feel good.” sliding his hands across Jungkook’s torso, Jimin grips Jungkook’s erection through his pants. “You’re so hard for me already, pretty.” 

Cock twitching inside his underwear and unable to hold himself back anymore, Jungkook finally lets out a moan. 

Jimin smiles at the sight, pulling Jungkook’s hair and tilting his head upwards. The devil whines through a pout, pretending to be innocent. “I want to see your face. It’s unfair that you’re hiding it.”

Jungkook, whose pupils are dilated, and cheeks are burning in the same intensity as the sun, manages to let out a whisper through ragged breaths. “Hyung… It hurts.” 

“Can hyung help you out, pretty? Will you let me?” 

Jungkook only nods as an answer, letting go of the hold he has on Jimin’s and instead placing his hand on top of the one Jimin has over his bulge. “Please.”

Jimin tongues his cheek, a naughty smile plastered on his face as he bats Jungkook’s hand away from his. Opening the zipper of his pants and pulling it down along with Jungkook’s underwear, Jimin licks his lips looking at Jungkook’s cock, glistening from all the pre-come gathering at the tip. 

“You’re pretty all the way, huh,” Jimin comments, pressing his thumb to the head, slowly smearing the pre-come to help the slide of his hand. “So so pretty.”  

With his cock throbbing in Jimin’s hand, Jungkook throws his head back, letting a sigh of relief finally getting the pressure he so desperately had been earning for. Enjoying the sensation of Jimin’s closed fist bobbing up and down. He can already feel the orgasm building inside his stomach, his limbs getting heavier as his breath gets slower. 

“Hyung,” he manages to let out, his mouth dry. “I won’t last long.” 

Jimin looks up at him, his gaze finally finding Jungkook’s. Jungkook looks wrecked, with his underwear pooling around his ankles, his long dark hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes spaced out, dark in a mix of pleasure and bliss. Jimin’s heart swells with pride, aware that the reason why Jungkook looks like this now, is because of him. 

“Don’t worry about it, pretty. Just relax.” Jimin presses a kiss to Jungkook’s neck, leaving his mouth there for longer than usual. When he notices Jungkook is getting lost, Jimin decides to play around with him. 

Taking his hands off Jungkook’s cock, Jimin drags his fingernail from the perineum to his hole, prodding at the entrance without fully sinking his finger in, making Jungkook breathless as he gasps for air. Jimin presses a kiss to Jungkook’s jaw, squeezing the base of Jungkook’s cock before moving his hand up and pressing his thumb to the slit. 

In a haze of lust, Jungkook loses all inhibtions and starts to fuck into Jimin’s hand, his earrings swinging with the force of his hips and the dangly chains hitting Jimin’s face. Jimin sinks his teeth on Jungkook’s neck, loving the sound of surprise Jungkook lets out, he bites until he can almost savour the metallic taste of blood coat his mouth, nearly breaking the skin. The moans that rip from Jungkook’s chest and escape his mouth are enough to make Jimin’s own erection twitch inside his underwear. 

The only sound that reverberates throughout the room is the sound of Jimin’s hand going up and down Jungkook’s throbbing flushed cock. And with every motion of Jimin’s hand, slowing and fastening the slide without an accurate pace, Jungkook’s thighs start to shake as he is no longer able to control the knot at the pit of his stomach that starts to unwind. The pleasure of having Jimin’s mouth ripping his skin apart and the soothing sensation of his tongue lapping at the wound — the mix of the wet sensation against the burn and the meeting of hot and cold, makes Jungkook come undone on Jimin’s hand.   

Jungkook’s orgasm makes his knees buckle, stealing all the strength from his body and rendering him boneless, as he slopes down the wall but is stopped from hitting the ground by Jimin’s arms. With his hands and shirt now coated by Jungkook’s come, Jimin pays no attention to it as he moves his hands to clean the tears that have escaped Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Are you okay, pretty?” he whispers in a soothing tone. 

Jungkook, who’s still out of it, nods. With his eyelids slipping shut, he tightens his arms around Jimin’s waist, pressing his nose to Jimin’s neck and caressing it. 

“We need to get you cleaned up before coming back down, babe.” 

“I don’t want to.” he mumbles. 

“Pretty, can I go to the bathroom and get a towel to clean—” 

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head. “Stay with me. I need to take care of you, too.”

Jimin smiles, shaking his hand, bringing Jungkook to the floor with him, he opens his legs to let Jungkook rest in between his thighs with his head on his shoulder. “I’m okay, pretty. Don’t worry about me.”

“But you’re still hard,” Jungkook whines through a pout. 

“How do you feel about picking another day for us to meet and settle this debt you now have with me?” Jimin says, using his clean hand to put a lost piece of hair strand that rests on top of Jungkook’s eyes behind his ear.

“We have time, hyung,” he tries.

“We can do it at another time. You’re knackered now, babe.”

Jungkook wants to complain, but his eyelids are so heavy all that he wants to do now is sleep. 

“Pretty, do you want me to take you to Joon’s bed? You can sleep there, the floor is too dirty for you to stay here.” Jimin is careful, making sure to keep his hands on Jungkook all the time to bring him some solace if his words aren’t able to. 

“Will you stay there with me?” Jungkook blinks, owlishly, his big doe eyes fighting to stay open.

Jimin nods. Putting his arms underneath Jungkook’s armpit to help him stand up. “C’mon pretty, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”

“Hyung, will complain about me sleeping on his bed.” 

“He’ll cut some slack for me, don’t worry.” 

Jimin helps Jungkook out of his underwear, placing the dirty piece of clothing in the corner of the room, and guiding Jungkook to the bed. The moment Jungkook lays down, he lets out a sigh of relief, but Jimin doesn’t let him sleep before cleaning him up. Once he’s ready — and wearing Joon’s underwear, Jimin finally turns off the lights. 

“Sleep well, pretty,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s temple.

▣

It’s a few days later when Jungkook finds himself sitting down on the couch of Jimin’s apartment with his cat purring on his lap.

“Did you have fun when you went to Jeju?” Jimin asks Jungkook from the kitchen island, taking a couple bottles of beers to the living room. Jimin is wearing a long white shirt that covers the boxer briefs he’s wearing underneath it. Jungkook had arrived unannounced after landing back in Seoul, and Jimin didn’t bother to put on some pants.

“Yes, it was nice. I ate a lot more than I should’ve so now my face is puffy,” Jungkook complains, looking down at Mimi who stares at him. Jungkook is too afraid of her to pet the cat.

“Mimi won’t bite your hand off, Jungkook.” Jimin laughs, taking Mimi from her lap and placing her on his. “If she hasn’t scratched your face yet, it means that she likes you.”

“I don’t want to test my luck,” Jungkook answers briefly, taking the bottle of beer and opening. He had been extremely thirsty when he arrived at Jimin’s place, and because Jimin only had beers in his freezer, that was the option he went for. 

“I saw a couple of pictures from you there.” 

“Yeah?”

“The makeup on your neck was cute,” Jimin comments with a mischievous smile that makes the corners of his mouth quirk up. 

“The makeup noonas almost killed me when they saw that, hyung. You need to be more careful the next time.” 

Jimin’s eyes sparkled with joy hearing Jungkook’s words. “Oh, there is going to be a second time?

“You promised me at Namjoon’s house,” Jungkook says quietly, like he’s afraid Jimin has forgotten what he said. Afraid he’s the only one who’s holding onto the hope that this might be something more. “Do you remember?”

Jimin, who notices the way Jungkook cowers and sinks into the couch, gets up to sit by his side taking Mimi on his arms as if she was a baby. “Pretty, I would never forget what happened there. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”

Jungkook licks his lips, a pink hue dusting his cheeks. “If we weren’t I wouldn’t be here right now, hyung.”

Placing his feet on the couch and hugging his knees, Jimin tilts his head to the side. “I’m glad to hear that, Kook.”

Jungkook gasps as this is the first time Jimin has called him something that isn’t his full name, baby or pretty. He’s not sure why he enjoys it so much. Maybe it’s because although he loves the pet names, Jimin only calls him by them during moments where they’re inebriated by lust or when Jimin wants to tease Jungkook. Hearing Jimin call him “Kook” gives him a notion that they’re more than guys who wrote diss tracks about each other and tainted their hyung’s bedroom.   

“Hyung, can I ask you something?” Jungkook looks at Jimin through his lashes, drumming his fingers on his thighs. 

Jimin hums petting Mimi’s fur.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer this, but if Golden Spoon wasn’t about me, then about who it was?” Jungkook fumbles with his words, he’s not sure if Jimin will want to talk about this or if it even is about someone. As a lyricist Jungkook is aware that sometimes lyrics can be inspired by movies, TV shows and even paintings, but something about the lyrics that were written felt too personal to only be something like that.

Jimin fiddles on his spot by Jungkook’s side, tightening the hold he has on his legs and placing his chin on top of his knees. “Hum…”

“If you’re uncomfortable there’s no need for you to answer.”

Jimin chuckles looking at Jungkook and brushing Jungkook’s cheeks with the back of his hand. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable, it’s just that it’s a long story.”

“I don’t have anywhere to be,” Jungkook lies with a smile that makes his nose scrunch and his eyes disappear. 

Jimin slaps Jungkook’s thigh. “Liar. Anyways, it’s about a guy who I used to date — he’s an idol, just like you. And when we were together with our friends he used to always boast about how he’s the one writing his own lyrics, that he’s above all other idols because of that, and somehow along the way of your relationship, when I decided that I was going to debut things took a sour turn.”

“Do I know him?” Curious, Jungkook arches one of his brows. 

“Wait until I finish the story!” Jimin scolds him, squinting his eyes. “Actually, I was the one who wrote most of his lyrics as a ghost writer, and when I decided that I wanted to trail my own path, he knew that this meant that I wouldn’t be able to write for him anymore, not without getting credited at least. Obviously this was a conversation we would have once I finally made my debut, but these conversations began when I still was in Busan and I was planning to audition and send demos for a bunch of different companies, nothing was set in stone yet. And being the dumb lovestruck young adult that I was back then, I loved him to the point I would write thousands of songs for him and didn’t ask for a penny in return. If you listen to his albums you can notice that there’s a shift in the way his lyrics are from the moment we began dating to the moment we broke up, and that’s where the catch is. When I finally got accepted in an agency I had to move to Seoul — we were still dating, at this point — and I thought ‘Well I have a boyfriend that I can live with. I don’t need to worry about renting a place for me to stay.’ And that’s when the disaster began.”  

“Please, don’t tell me he broke up with you because he didn’t want to live together with you.” 

Jimin throws his head back laughing, finding Jungkook’s assumptions and naivety endearing. “I wish that was what happened, but no, Kook. He let me stay with him for awhile and we were having sex almost every hour of the day, barely having time to talk to each other because the moments we were together — and there weren’t that many because he was working almost every day — were spent with our tongues down each other throats; now I realize that was a mechanism I found to try and keep what we had alive because I still loved him and refused to accept that we no longer were able to even communicate. A few weeks later after I moved with him, he started to demand from me more lyrics at a pace I wasn’t able to finish them by the time he needed, and that made me take a step back, I knew there was something wrong because when I gave him lyrics it was always out of my own free will, he had never asked — no scratch that, he never demanded lyrics from me like this before. During this time I got closer to Seokjin-hyung, I think you might know him, and I used to spend time after my practice and recordings at his place, since it was close to my agency’s building and the bus to my boyfriend’s house only passed by late at night. I didn’t mind waiting because I had my own schedule and my boyfriend had his, but even when he had meetings near where I trained and he was driving his own car instead of the one that belonged to his agency, he refused to pick me up.”

“Asshole,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, trying not to interrupt Jimin but doing it anyway. 

“One day when I managed to get home earlier, a friend of mine drove me there and I got there only to find the asshole balls deep in his manager. The two of them professing their love for each other and talking about me, about how my boyfriend had to get me to write the lyrics quicker, and not only that they were orchestrating a plan where he would film me while we were having sex and after that was recorded; and once I finished the lyrics, they would kick me out the house before I signed any contract — that would credit me as a lyricist and grant me royalties for the songs — and blackmail me with sextape.” 

By the time Jimin finishes telling the story Jungkook’s mouth is agape, his eyes as big as tennis balls. “Fuck.”

Jimin closes Jungkook’s mouth. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t care about him anymore, he’s dead to me. The golden spoon reference is because all of the cutlery on his house was made from gold. I only got to know you were nicknamed the golden boy after I released the track.”

Jungkook pouts. “I’m sorry for dissing you, hyung.”

Jimin cards his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, soothing him with touches. “You don’t need to apologize, pretty. To be honest I think I would have done the same if I were in your shoes. And your diss track felt more like a love letter than anything, who disses someone talking about how pretty they are?”

Jungkook blushes, looking down. “It was my first diss track, don’t make fun of me please.”

“I hope the first and the last, I’ll get jealous if you start writing diss tracks for other boys.” 

Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling even more shy than before. Jimin must have no idea how he manages to spin Jungkook’s world out of his axis with mere words. “I won’t, you’re the only one for me, hyung.”

“I better be.” Jimin puckers his bottom lip, feigning innocence with his big pleading eyes. “In the end I have something to thank my ex for.”

“What?”

“You.”

Jungkook freezes on the spot as Jimin throws his head back laughing out loud. “You’re so cute when you blush for me.”

“Stop,” he whines, hiding his face behind his hands. 

“But I don’t want to? Not when you look so pretty, pretty.”

Feeling it’s enough Jungkook grabs Jimin’s by the collar of his shirt and presses a kiss to his lips. “You’re much prettier than me, angel.”

Jimin’s mouth opens and closes, taken aback by Jungkook’s sudden change. Bringing his hand to his lips, he touches the spot Jungkook’s lips met his. 

Jungkook is the one who has a smile plastered on his face now, watching and laughing internally as Jimin looks completely lost.  

“What?” he questions Jimin, nudging Jimin’s shoulder. 

Jimin who seems to have gotten his head back in place suddenly moves, just like Mimi, fast and ready for the kill and grabs Jungkook’s face to now give him a proper kiss. Biting Jungkook’s lower lip to give him access to his mouth, Jimin moans when he feels Jungkook’s tongue brush against his. Their kiss is messy, hot and unplanned, just like their entire relationship. 

Jimin moves back to say something, but Jungkook’s hands travel from his shirt to the back of his head and press Jimin further into his space, giving him no chance to get away from him. Jimin laughs through the kiss, teeth clashing as Jungkook desperately continues to kiss him.  

“Pretty,” he says, voice muffled by Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook who refuses to answer only hums as an answer.

This time when Jimin tries to break the kiss Jungkook lets him. “How do you feel about staying the night and having cheese and wine with me?” 

Jungkook peppers Jimin’s neck with featherlight kisses that conceal the hunger from his true intentions. “I think that’s a perfect idea, angel.”

Jimin squirms under Jungkook’s touch as he feels the younger nipping at his skin and blowing air over it to make him shiver. “Jungkook-ssi!”

“Yeah?”

“Behave.”

“Hyung.”

“Yes?”

“Won’t you tell me the name of your ex?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“He doesn't deserve your attention.”

“You’re so jealous.”

“Yah!”

(3 months later)

JM — 10:11
did u see the articles?

me — 10:12
good morning to u too jiminie hyung
nope
which articles?
i just got out of the shower

JM — 10:14
morning my pretty baby
now send me nudes
the ones talking about us hating each other

me — 10:18
u still owe me nudes
i’m not sending u any until u pay your debt
asdhuasjdksa
i’m sorry angel
it’s my fault

JM — 10:20
I’LL SEND THEM TO YOU
*spoiler alert*
i’m waiting for the panties to get here
don’t apologize bb
i think these articles are funny
i just with our fans wouldn’t fight every single day
it makes me sad that some of them think i hate u
T^T

me — 10:21
dhsajkdsadas p-panties?
can u pls finish ur schedule in ulsan and come to seoul?
i miss you ):
i can talk to my manager try to fix this baby
just say the word and i’ll rush to call the press
everything to make you happy 

JM — 10:40
sorry for taking so long to answer bb
the signal wasn’t working where i was
u don’t miss me u miss my ass
i’m sorry it’s taking so long for me to go back
the rain delayed a few of my shootings
nooo don’t worry about it
i think if we talked about this in public
it would only make people think we’re a publicity stunt

me — 11:00
dw about it
i’m busy getting my hair done now
and also i miss you and //your ass//
it’s ur fault for having an ass that is so nice
i can’t go a single day without looking at it xD
will u miss the event tonight?
the benefit dinner
is there anything that i can do to help u feel better?
u can ask for anything

JM — 11:43
pretty asbhdasdasjdska
i bet one day ill walk into ur house
and discover u have a shrine built for my ass
(which i won’t complain about, pls feed my praise kink)
i’m not sure T^T
that’s why my agency hasn’t confirmed that ill be attending
it all depends on which time i finish my shoot here
we’re taking a plane back so maybe i might be abel to come
able**
promise me you’ll keep seokjin company
he doesn’t enjoy these types of events
uuuuh… send me a selfie smiling
it will make my day so much better

me — 11:45
u can’t blame me for building a shrine tho
your ass deserves it
as soon as u place your foot in seoul
you’re coming to my house and i’m eating u out
until i get cramps in my tongue
(does that even exist?)
i’ll keep seokjin-hyung company
we have already made a plan to sneak in some alcohol
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hope u enjoy
i just brushed my teeth
if u were here u could taste my new mint toothpaste

JM — 11:50
i’m holding u accountable on that sir
and it’s obvious i’m going to ur house
most of my clothes and mimi are at yours
oh my god pls jungkook don’t get dragged into a scandal
i can’t live without u and jin
adhasdjkdfgdsuhfjkdsfdshusklfsdfsd
you’re so pretty ):
STOP SAYING STUFF LIKE THAT I’M SUFFERING HERE
just want to kiss my pretty baby -3-

me — 11:52
u know i never go back in my promises
mimi has been sleeping in my bed
i think at this point she likes me more than she likes u
dw angel
we know what we’re doing
just come to seoul and kiss i’ll be waiting for u like this
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JM — 11:55
NOOOOOOOOOOOO
HOW DARE YOU
HOW DARE YOU SENT ME A PICTURE POUTING WITH MIMI SLEEPING ON YOUR CHEST
THAT’S IT I’M BREAKING THE CONTRACT
AND FLYING TO SEOUL

me — 11:56
ehehehhehe :)
angel ill have to go now
i’m doing the fitting for my tuxedo
pls text me as soon as u finish
and warn me if you’re coming or not

Jungkook is already on his fifth glass of orange juice — that has been spiked with the vodka Jin had brought — a little tipsy, but not enough to color his cheeks red and make him lose sense of direction. The entire evening had been a pleasant one so far. Jin had been making Jungkook double over in laughter as he told the dirty he had about the people surrounding him. Apparently, being an actor had its perks when it came to gossip, and Jungkook, being the ever so hungry for it, feasted on the secrets of other people. 

When Jin suggests they take a shot each of tequila, Jungkook denies it, as he still has a speech to give later. He had been chosen to close the event, the charity that they were part of was one that invested in the mental health of high schoolers around South Korea, and Jungkook was more than proud to be the one to finish a magical night like this one.    

The day he got the invitation letter in his mail, his heart raced with pride. Being an idol is a wonderful thing that he doesn’t take for granted, however being able to directly help people and see the results made him way happier. Jimin wasn’t invited to this event, but when Jungkook told him where the funds of this dinner would go to, Jimin’s eyes shone with a gleam that tugged at the strings of Jungkook’s heart and that made him make a few calls. The following day Jimin had an invitation waiting for him at his doorstep. (And when he questioned Jungkook, interrogating if he had something to do with it, Jungkook denied vehemently… With his fingers crossed behind his back).

That’s why as he is sat down in the middle of a huge ballroom with chandeliers, rose petals and candles surrounding him, he can’t stop the corners of his mouth from curling down as his stomach sinks to his feet. Jimin should be here, too. Unfortunately, his schedule that was supposed to be finished in two days had been delayed for four. Now, Jungkook fiddles with his phone underneath the table, praying for a notification to light up the screen with a message from Jimin telling him he’ll be there.

The message however, never comes. 

By the end of the evening Jungkook is so full he has to undo the button of his pants — Jin is the only one who sees it, and when he notices Jungkook fiddling with the button he laughs so much he ends up making a piece of sashimi fly from his mouth all the way to the edge of the table. Jungkook blushes but waves it off when he sees Jin is doing the same. 

“I hope no one catches us like this,” Jungkook whispers to him. They’re sat in a round table and the chair besides Jungkook is vacant, because it’s the one that had been reserved for Jimin, which leaves them with more space to be free with their open pants. 

Jin gives Jungkook’s back a playful slap. “Only if there’s a camera underneath the table.”

Jungkook round eyes get even bigger as he widens it, suddenly getting flashbacks of some not so pleasant memories. “Don’t say that, hyung. Can’t believe you’ll make me check under every table that I sit on.”

“You should be more careful, I heard from a friend that one day when he was at a bar, he accidentally dropped his wallet and when he got down to grab it, he spotted a bunch of little cameras.”

Jungkook gaps in terror. “Did he sue the place?”

“Obviously, got the asshole locked into prison, but that hasn’t been made public to the media.”

“Did they at least report it?” 

“Yeah, but without his name.”

“That’s good.” Jungkook drags the sleeve of his shirt, checking his watch to see if it’s time for him to start getting ready for his speech. “Hyung, I’ll go to the bathroom now, can you take care of my stuff?”

“Sure!”

Jungkook bows to Seokjin, thanking him for his kindness. The only thing that Jungkook takes to the bathroom along with is his phone. Still holding onto the hope that Jimin would text him, even if there were only 30 minutes before the event ended.

The entire walk to the bathroom, Jungkook keeps locking and unlocking the screen of his phone, as if that would somehow summon Jimin. He bows to the staff and the waiters, complimenting the chef for the amazing food, and once he’s out of their field of vision he start to mutter under his breathe his speech — he doesn’t need videos or stories about him up on forums with reports talking about how he speaks to himself when he’s alone, which is not a bad thing, don’t get Jungkook wrong, it’s just that he’s trying to clear his name after the diss track incident. 

As usual the bathroom is empty except for him. Most of the people are waiting for dessert or just drinking and talking to their friends – Jungkook is the only person who would leave the ballroom as soon as the sweets start to get distributed to the attendees. Jungkook loves sweets, and his mom would always scold him back at home for eating too much chocolate before bed; but even as an idol, Jungkook still gets anxious about speaking in public, especially in settings where the audience are not his fans, so that’s why he rushes to the bathroom to rehearse what he has to say in peace.

Jungkook thinks about entering one of the stalls and sitting down on the toilet to read his notes, but since he’s the only there, he sits on the ground and opens the notes app on his phone. With an alarm set for when he has to leave the bathroom and make his way to the backstage, he immerses himself in reading it, cancelling all the noise of cutlery clinking and people chatting.

He’s mouthing the words and moving his arms, going over the speech again and again.  When he hears the sound of footsteps which he brushes it off — since he’s sitting with his back against the tiled wall, he won’t bother anyone from doing what they have to do in the bathroom. 

Continuing on his task of memorizing the speech, he only stops when he notices a pair of black Saint Laurent chelsea boots tapping the ground in front of him. 

Ready to apologize, he lifts his head only to end up with his mouth agape when he gets the full view of who’s standing in front of him.

“Why are you sitting down on the dirty floor, pretty?”

“When did you get here?” Jungkook stutters looking at Jimin.

He’s not wearing a tuxedo, like he should be according to the dress code, instead he’s wearing a white see through shirt with sparkling jewelry glittered across it it and a white shirt over it tied around his waist, and the pants that he’s wearing — unlike the one he usually wears — are so loose they look like they’re about to slip off Jimin’s petit waist at any moment. He looks like an angel, is what Jungkook’s hazy mind manages to come up with to describe it briefly, as he continues to stare at the older dumbfounded with his mouth wide open. 

Jimin extends his hand, placing it in front of Jungkook’s face. “First, get out of the floor. Second, I just got here. and Jin-hyung texted me saying you were in the bathroom, and since you’re more important than all the snobby rich people outside I rushed to get here as soon I stepped inside this building.” 

Jungkook takes Jimin’s hand, enveloping Jimin’s dainty wrists with his lanky fingers and using the advantage to pull Jimin into his chest. “I missed you.”

Jimin smiles looking straight into Jungkook’s eyes, he smiles placing a featherlight kiss on Jungkook's lips. “I missed you more.”

Jungkook should be afraid of people coming inside and finding them in this position, but the euphoria that fills his entire being, as he’s finally besides the person who he likes and missed so desperately, is so astonishing that this becomes the last of his priorities. 

Holding Jimin’s face and using his lips to map Jimin’s moles with kisses, Jungkook says, “You look so pretty. I don’t know if this because it has been a while since we last saw each other, but how do you manage to become even prettier every time I see you?”

Jimin blushes, hiding his face in Jungkook’s neck and pressing a kiss to the juncture between his shoulder and neck. “You’re biased.” 

Afraid that someone might interrupt them, Jungkook pulls Jimin inside an open stall, dragging him by holding onto the belt loop of his pants. “I’m not. Even before we met each other and I saw pictures of you online I always got surprised by your looks. How can a human being look this good and so effortlessly?”

“Jungkook-ah!” Jimin whines biting Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“It’s the truth, babe. I can’t deal with your beauty, it feels like every time I look at your face I get blinded by the light that emanates from it. You should be prohibited from showing it to people who aren’t me, what if they fall in love with you too?” Jungkook comes to a sudden stop as soon as the words leave his mouth, his lips hanging over Jimin’s face as he feels Jimin’s body stiffening in his hold and he wants to take all the words back. 

Too afraid to look at Jimin’s expression he closes his eyes, waiting for the other to move on or scold him. 

They spend a few moments in silence inside the open stall, time ticks by and Jungkook is afraid he might have a heart attack inside that tiny disgusting place. 

It’s just as he’s about to apologize that he feels a soft warm hand caress his face. 

“Pretty,” Jimin calls him in a soothing tone, his hand still on Jungkook’s face. “Why are your eyes closed? Are you afraid of something?”

Jungkook, who doesn’t want to answer, opens his eyes and shakes his head, looking down and avoiding Jimin’s gaze. 

Jimin presses Jungkook to the tiled wall, his lips not quite touching Jungkook’s yet, but brushing Jungkook’s with every syllable that comes out of his mouth. “Did you fall in love with me?”

Aware that there is no use in denying it, Jungkook mumbles. “Yes.”

Jimin chuckles, locking his hands behind Jungkook’s neck and carding his fingers through Jungkook’s long hair. He leans forward and presses his lips to Jungkook’s ear and whispers, “That’s good, because I’m in love with you, too. It would suck for me to be the only one ready to let the entire world burn for a person that wouldn’t do the same for me.” 

“What?”

“You heard it, Kook. I’m in love with you too.”

As soon as Jimin finishes his sentence Jungkook grabs Jimin’s waist and presses a searing kiss to his mouth, with teeth clashing and tongues meeting each other for the first time in days. Jungkook is not even sure of what he’s feeling right now, if it’s love, lust, happiness, relief or a mix of all of them, the only thing that he does know it’s that soon enough he has Jimin’s shirt thrown over the trash as he trails kisses from Jimin’s neck to his pierced nipples. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin moans, throwing his head back and showing off his neck that has been littered with hickeys. “You need to stop now or I’ll come in my pants.”

“Just do it,” Jungkook answers, looking at him through his lashes as he crouches down to bite Jimin’s nipple, dragging his tongue around the areola before sinking his teeth on the brown skin of his nipple.

“Pretty,” Jimin says through ragged breaths, pulling at Jungkook’s hair but losing all of the strength on the grip as Jungkook begins to fickle his tongue. “I— I, ugh, I don’t have another pair of pants to change into, babe. If I come on them everyone will see.”

“Take them off, then.” 

“We should close the door at least,” Jimin states the obvious. 

Jungkook arches one of his brows. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Jungkook smirks as he manages to catch the moment that Jimin’s pupils dilate and black overtakes brown as he understands what Jungkook is up to. Letting go of Jungkook’s hair, Jimin sinks his nails on Jungkook’s back forcing him to stand up. 

“I wouldn’t have thought that you’re this kinky, Jungkook-ssi,” Jimin comments. sliding his hands down Jungkook’s back and placing them underneath Jungkook’s pants, playing around with the hem of his underwear. 

“Only when I’m with you,” Jungkook confesses as he presses a kiss to Jimin’s open mouth. 

“What should I do with you, huh?” Jimin's gaze drops to Jungkook’s crotch, that just like his, showcases the result of their make out session as their blood rushes down south. Taking one of his hands out of Jungkook’s pants, Jimin lets his palm rest over Jungkook’s crotch. “Do you want to fuck me inside this dirty stall with the door open, babe? When there’s a bunch of people outside, people that could potentially ruin our entire lives if they saw us like this? Do you enjoy the thrill of being caught?”

Jungkook moans as an answer nuzzling his nose on Jimin’s jaw, aware that he has lost control over this. From time to time he will try to be the one guiding them when they were together, taking control of the situation, and although sometimes he’s able to, Jimin’s smooth voice and bewitching eyes are so easy to get lost into, that in a matter of seconds Jungkook let's go all of the restraints and turns into a putty mess in Jimin’s hands. 

He grinds his crotch into Jimin’s palm, looking for the friction Jimin is denying him as his hands stand still, hovering over his erection. Jungkook hates the sensation of sticky come on his underwear, but as Jimin continues to whisper sweet nothings into his ear he forgets about it and lets himself go. 

“Jungkook-ssi.” With a lazy grim Jimin licks Jungkook’s earlobe, playing with his dangly earrings. “You’re so pretty.”

Jungkook laughs breathlessly. “You always say that.”

“It’s because I like to remind you.” 

Jungkook places his hands on Jimin’s face, caressing the apples of his cheeks that are now dusted by a pink hue that spreads all the way from his chest to his ears. “You’re way prettier.” 

“‘M not,” Jimin mumbles shyly, forcing Jungkook to look away from his face as he presses his palm to Jungkook’s cock.  

Sucking a breath, Jungkook presses a chaste kiss to Jimin’s lips, savouring the sensation of being so close to him after days of being apart, now ignoring the action that happens below their waists as Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s cock through his tailored pants. “Is this a sign that I should tell you every day that you’re the prettiest person I have ever laid my eyes on until you start to believe in me?”

Jimin chuckles, his eyes turning into crescent moons and disappearing as his cheeks are colored in a darker shade of pink. Using his teeth to nip at Jungkook’s lower lip, Jimin puckers his lip and peppers Jungkook’s face with kisses. “I wouldn’t complain about that.”

Jungkook smiles, wishing he had a camera to capture Jimin’s expression and eternalize it — afraid this memory one day would vanish from his mind. 

Albeit Jungkook’s arousal is distracting as fire curls low in his stomach and spreads like poison across his body, at this moment he can’t think about anything that isn’t Jimin. About how his heart seems to squeeze inside his chest every time he looks at him. Jimin who looks so pretty and is always ready to listen to him complain, who rushed to this place as soon as he got to Seoul, the one that even when they both have tiring schedules and have no strength in their bodies anymore will still find a window to give attention to him, the one who will keep him company for the rest of the night, laying down by his side; and that will not only keep his bed warm, but also melt the ice that has frozen his forgotten heart.

Jungkook tries not to delve too much into these thoughts, the ones that make him afraid that his feelings for Jimin have grown and spread too fast like a plague across his mind and heart, but one day, he hopes that he’ll be able to tell Jimin about the magnitude of his love for him. Wicked, devastating and overpowering. 

Jimin is about to take Jungkook’s underwear off, already unbuttoning his pants when Jungkook’s alarm rings.

Jungkook slams his head against the tiled wall, groaning in pain. “Fuck!”

Jimin stops, frightened by Jungkook’s scream. “What?”

“I need to rush backstage, I have to give the spe—”

Jimin points to Jungkook’s erection. “How are you going there with this?”

“I’ll hide it with my shirt.” 

“Babe, everyone will see it.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Jimin shows him his tongue as he crinkles his nose. “Not mine. You’re the one who’s always horny.”

“Hey!” 

“How long do you have until you need to get there?”

“10 minutes.”

“Good.” Jimin places a few pieces of toilet paper on the ground and kneels over them. “We have enough time.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not going to get my brand new pants dirty with piss.”

“No, why are you kneeling?”

“I’m going to blow you, I’ve made you come in less than 2 minutes, pretty. In 10 minutes I can make you come and still have enough time left to fix your hair.” 

“What?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, slapping Jungkook’s thigh and making him sit on top of the toilet. “Help me out, take your pants off.”

Laughing at the irony Jungkook pulls his pants and underwear down, his hard cock resting against his hip. 

Jungkook’s laugh is soon enough wiped off his face when Jimin leans forward to place his lips over his cock, feeling the weight of it in his mouth. It takes a while until Jimin gets accustomed to the girth, jaw slacking as he starts to work his tongue around the head. Jungkook is already a sobbing mess, chest going up and down as sweat starts to gather at his collarbones and run down his chest. He has been on the edge ever since he saw Jimin, consumed by lust as soon as he saw the older.  

Because Jungkook’s cock is too big for Jimin to deep throat him without getting used and warming up his jaw, Jimin uses his hands to set a limit until where he can let his mouth sink for now, aware that as he squeezes Jungkook’s cock and drags his teeth over the veins on it, Jungkook’s legs start to tremble even harder underneath him. Jungkook’s cock is hot and heavy inside his mouth, twitching at every move that Jimin does. He’s close but not there yet. Jimin bobs his head up and down as Jungkook’s places a fleeting hand over his head, holding onto Jimin’s hair for dear life.

Afraid that they might run out of time, Jimin suckles at the head, pulling at the foreskin and laughing when he hears Jungkook gasp. Jungkook, who has lost control over his senses at this point, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head, forces Jimin’s head down. Jimin chokes on Jungkook’s cock, but instead of complaining about it, he takes his hands off, sinking until he can feel Jungkook’s cock hit the back of his throat and letting Jungkook take over the pace. Hips buckling up, Jungkook fucks Jimin’s throat until all that they can hear is the sound of Jungkook’s wet cock slipping past Jimin’s lips and making him gag.  

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, tears slipping past his eyelids as heat consumes him. “I’m going to come.”

Jimin slaps Jungkook’s thigh as an avail, forcing his head down to indicate he can come inside his mouth, tightening the muscles of his throat as he waits for Jungkook to come.

“Hyung…” Jungkook cries out, nostrils flaring as the knot on his stomach tightens and he comes down Jimin’s throat. 

With his knees popping as he gets up, Jimin swallows down and sits on Jungkook’s lap, placing a kiss on his lips and letting Jungkook taste himself on Jimin’s mouth. Their kiss is messy with saliva overflowing and running down their chins. Jungkook uses his hand to make Jimin reach his orgasm, and with how worked up Jimin was from seeing Jungkook come, it doesn’t take long until he’s coating Jungkook’s hand with his come too.  

“Babe,” Jimin gaps for air, letting his head rest on Jungkook’s shoulder and pressing a kiss to his hot and sweaty skin. “You need to get ready now.”

“I’m too tired,” Jungkook complains, tightening his hold around Jimin’s waist. 

“C’mon, let go of me so I can get up and dress myself.” 

“I don’t want to,” Jungkook refuses, shaking his head.

“Jungkook-ah.” 

“Mmmhm.”

Jimin pinches Jungkook’s sensitive nipple and that makes Jungkook let go of him. In a scolding tone, he warns him, “Get dressed now.”

They manage to look somewhat decent, although they look nothing like the way they had arrived, Jimin’s makeup is long gone and his shirt is missing a few jewels, Jungkook’s tuxedo is all crumbled up, but at least it’s not stained by dried come.

When Jimin finally sits by Jin’s side, he advises his hyung, “Don’t ask.”

“Wasn’t going to,” Jin says clicking his tongue with a mischievous smile. 

When Jungkook gets to the stage and starts his speech, Jimin's heart swells with pride, eyes sparkling with a gleam that can only be described as love. He’s dreaming about their future and how much he would like to make Jungkook’s officially his when he hears Jin gasp by his side.

“Is that a hickey on his neck? Jimin-ah! You should be more careful.”

Jimin only smirks as an answer, dragging his tongue over his teeth and winking when Jungkook’s eyes meet his. 

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“Did you see the news?” Jungkook asks Jimin, who’s laying down on the carpet with Mimi walking over his belly. 

“No, what happened?”

“They were talking about me being seen at your studio.”

Jimin laughs. “And what did they have to say about it?”

“Well… They were confused.” 

“As they should be.”

“They think we’re making a collab together.”

“Well, we technically are.” 

Jungkook chuckles from the kitchen, walking to the living room and kneeling by Jimin’s side. “Did you really do that?”

“What?”

Placing a kiss to Jimin’s forehead and petting Mimi’s fur, he says. “Use me moaning as a sample for your new song.”

“Oh.” Jimin blushes, but he answers in a small voice. “Yes. The way your voice sounds when you moan shouldn’t go to waste, and although I don’t want anyone else to hear it, I figured I might use it somewhere to give it the love it deserves.”

“What are you even talking about, silly?”

“Hey.” Jimin leans onto his elbows, looking at Jungkook with slitted eyes. “You used a picture of my naked ass on your MV.”

Jungkook throws his head back laughing. “Yes, I did. But no one noticed that!”

“I only did the same.” Jimin huffs, lips puckering in a pout. 

“You need to stop being so horny for me, Jimin-ah.”

“Hey, I’m still your hyung.”

“That’s not what you said last night when we were having sex inside your studio.”

“Ya!”