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When Jungkook first listened to Ariana Grande's latest album, he was elated as a music student and a fan of her work. During the first few listens, he was able to appreciate her artistry, but the next couple of rounds of listening consisted of making out with his boyfriend while the album looped in the background.
They made out to Nasty and discussed their bedroom dynamics after listening to Positions for the 50th time. But...there was a particular song Jungkook couldn't get out of his head. Sinful images filled his mind of doing what the lyrics portrayed with his boyfriend of three years. Jungkook wanted it so badly—still does and after two weeks of looping that particular song, Jungkook decides to make a move.
Jimin’s seated on the couch, nursing a can of beer while Unsolved Mysteries plays in the background. Jungkook licks his lips, contemplating how he should go about this. It’s their Friday night together since they live separately (at least for now). On these nights, they take turns watching their favorite shows on Netflix before talking and ultimately getting intimate.
Jungkook shifts closer to Jimin and clears his throat, hoping to steal Jimin’s attention from the TV. It doesn’t work. Ever so slowly, he slides his foot across Jimin’s leg and playfully wiggles his toes. This seems to work because Jimin looks away from the TV and pins Jungkook with a questioning gaze.
“What?” Jimin asks.
Jungkook flashes a nervous smile.
Jimin places his beer down and grabs Jungkook’s other leg, gently placing it in his lap. “Wanna talk?” he asks in a softer tone. “Is that professor still giving you a hard time?”
“Uhm,” Jungkook gnaws on his bottom lip. Here his boyfriend is genuinely concerned about his wellbeing and Jungkook wants to talk about sex.
“I want to eat your ass while you…” Jungkook doesn’t picture that conversation going well.
He swallows and replies, “No, it’s nothing school-related.”
“Then what is it?” Jimin begins to massage Jungkook’s calves, working at the muscle the way Jungkook likes. “You’ve been so quiet.”
Jungkook goes through several excuses in his mind, deciding to act tomorrow. “Work’s been a bit hard.”
Jimin frowns, “You’ve taken on more shifts.”
Jungkook remains silent, staring into Jimin’s kind eyes.
“Why not take a few days off? Your scholarship covers most of the money, so you don’t need to work as much.” Jimin suggests.
Jungkook tosses the idea around before leaning forward and kissing Jimin’s lips. “Alright, I’ll think about it.”
Jimin smiles, kissing Jungkook once more before turning back to the TV. Jungkook watches Jimin and with a soft sigh, he decides to try again tomorrow with a text message instead of having a verbal conversation. Then it dawns on him...he could try sending Jimin snippets of the lyrics.
So, the next morning he does just that. He sends the first text right before Jimin’s class and his heart thrums with excitement when the little dots begin to dance on his screen.
My puppy
You might think I'm crazy
The way I've been craving
My puppy
If I put it quite plainly
Just give me them babies
His puppy
You wanna have sex tonight???
His puppy
I can fuck u but I can’t give u babies : (
Jungkook snorts, nearly knocking into someone as he stumbles into his classroom. He apologizes to the stranger before responding to Jimin.
My puppy
No babies are fine, just fuck me, hyung
His puppy
Come to my place. Tae won’t be back till morning : )
Jungkook figures he’ll try again tomorrow, but this time with the actual verse that implies 69ing.
When tomorrow night comes, they’re tangled up on Jungkook’s couch, tuning out Jungkook’s roommate, Hoseok who’s pissed because of something his boyfriend did. Jimin’s playing another round of Among Us and Jungkook’s hyping himself up to get the courage to press send.
What could go wrong? Jungkook knows Jimin and knows how open they both are about their relationship and sex. Especially sex. Sure, they were a bit hesitant at the beginning of their relationship, but now they basically mirror each other.
He knows me, I know him. We trust each other. So why are you nervous now?
“I can hear you thinking.” Jimin murmurs.
Jungkook startles a bit, awkwardly clearing his throat.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing,”
When Jimin looks up from his phone, Jungkook drops his gaze and toys with the remote resting on Jimin’s thighs.
“Kook,”
“D-do you ever get tired of…” Jungkook swallows because he doesn’t know what his brain is doing or why his lips won’t stop moving.
“Get tired of what, Kookie?”
Jungkook slowly looks up, meeting Jimin’s worried gaze, “The...sex?”
The expression Jimin makes is award-worthy. Confusion, disbelief, and how-the-hell-can-you-even-ask-that dance across his beautiful face. For a second, Jungkook thinks Jimin might walk out of the room without answering, but he laughs instead.
“Tired of sex ? With you ?” Jimin hollers, head swinging back as his bright laughter fills the room. He spends a few minutes laughing, blonde locks swaying until he recovers with a winded breath and a gentle hand to Jungkook’s thigh. “No, never.”
“Ever? At all?”
Jimin furtively shakes his head, “If either of us gets bored, we talk about it. We try new things.”
“New things…” Jungkook echoes.
“Yep,” Jimin plucks up his phone again. “Now stop looking all sad and teach me your Among Us ways, hyung-nim.” he teases, watching how Jungkook’s usually warm eyes develop a menacing glint.
“Hyung nim?” Jungkook questions as he raises threatening fingers to Jimin’s body. “Call me that again.”
Jimin cocks a brow, gaze dropping to Jungkook’s poised fingertips. “If I don’t?” he challenges.
Jungkook answers by tickling along Jimin’s ribs. Jimin squeals, squirming atop the couch and Jungkook gazes lovingly down at him. Next time , he thinks, I’ll ask him next time.
The next time just so happens to be when they’re hanging out with their friends at Jungkook and Hoseok’s place. It’s an Among Us free for all with the loser having to pay for drinks next time they go clubbing. Jimin’s sitting on the couch with Taehyung and Jungkook’s lying across the floor with Hoseok draped over his back.
“It’s Jimin!” Hoseok exclaims, startling Jungkook in the process. “I saw him vent.”
“Bullshit,” Jimin fires back with a sneer.
“Not bullshit,” Taehyung pipes in. “I saw you too.”
“Imposter his ass.” Yoongi, who’s been suspiciously quiet for the most part, chimes in.
Jimin snorts again but shrugs off the accusations. They send his character flying and he gives them the bird before scrolling through his Twitter account. Jungkook studies his movements and with a breath, he sends him a text.
My puppy
I believe you, bb
His puppy
Thank you, bb xoxo
My puppy
Thirty-four, thirty-five
Jimin blinks at the message, “Thirty-four plus thirty-five?” he asks, looking up from his phone to stare at his boyfriend. “What the hell does that mean?”
Hoseok sits up and smirks down at Jungkook, but he remains silent. Everyone does because they all know. So, Jungkook might’ve filled them in on his little plan and they all look like a bunch of chipmunks struggling to hold back their laughter.
Jungkook chooses to respond in his mind, “Means I wanna sixty-nine with you...no shit.”
“It’s a new way to say I love you,” Namjoon informs.
Jimin gives him a look and for five seconds, Jungkook believes his cover’s been blown until Jimin hums in agreement. “Different. I like it.”
Hoseok leans in real close, whispering into Jungkook’s ear. “Dude, you’re never going to get what you want unless you tell him upfront.”
Jungkook turns to whisper in awe, “Hyung…”
“Hm?”
“That rhymed.”
Hoseok guffaws as he rolls off of Jungkook’s back. Jungkook looks up and notices that Jimin is staring at him with an unreadable expression. It makes Jungkook’s skin burn and his heart skip. He raises his eyebrows questioningly, but Jimin looks away with a small smile.
Between a busy work schedule and countless school assignments, Jungkook misses the timing to ask and they haven’t had much time to see each other. Their Friday nights together have been replaced with late-night study sessions with their friends or Jungkook picking up an extra shift at work.
By next Monday, they’re worn out and stressed beyond belief. Jungkook’s hunched over a pile of Jimin’s chem books trying to make sense of the wild equations. Jimin’s knowledge and straight A’s are hot as fuck. Jungkook admires his talent to break down such equations in a matter of seconds, but sometimes it sounds like he’s speaking in chem major gibberish. Sexy yet somewhat terrifying.
“I’ve been dating him for a while, but still can’t believe he’s into this monstrous stuff.”
“That monstrous stuff can help heal the planet.” Jimin walks up to Jungkook in a loose-fitting t-shirt and gray sweats.
Jungkook blatantly checks him out, gaze zeroing in on his crotch before resting on his nipples. He bites his bottom lip and Jimin notices with a smirk.
“Focus, Jungkook.”
“I am focusing.” Jungkook slowly rises to his feet. “We're learning this new thing in class about how the human body can make certain sounds when pleased.”
Jimin can’t help but grin, “Oh yeah?”
Jungkook nods as he smoothly slides an arm around Jimin’s waist, “Yes,” he tilts his head and kisses Jimin’s neck. “I need to record a few samples for the class.”
“Really?” Jimin sighs softly, feeling the way Jungkook presses against him. Jungkook’s warm and smells so good, he always smells like he’s freshly showered. It’s nice. “Fuck, I missed you.”
“I’ve got an hour...you?” Jungkook murmurs as he continues to trail kisses down Jimin’s neck. He slips a hand down and gropes Jimin’s ass, eliciting a sweet whine from him. “Please, please say yes.”
“Desperate?” Jimin hums.
“ Yes ,”
“Then stop kissing me and let’s go to my room.”
Jungkook jumps back and gazes into Jimin’s eyes with a giddy smile. Without a word, he bends, grabbing Jimin around the waist and slinging him over his shoulders like a bag of expensive potatoes. Jimin squeals, hitting Jungkook’s back as Jungkook carries him to the room. Jungkook knows Jimin secretly enjoys being carried; can tell because each time he does it, Jimin releases this soft sound. Not quite a moan or a groan, but an aroused hum.
Once they make it to the room, Jungkook carefully drops Jimin onto the bed and tugs off his shirt before climbing on top of him.
“Wait, wait,” Jimin places a hand on Jungkook's chest, urging him away. “I’ve been wanting to ride you.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen.
“Lay back.”
“The fuck?” Jungkook huffs as he’s manhandled and flipped onto his back.
Jimin’s on top of him in seconds, flinging his shirt aside and tugging his sweats off and holy fuck….no boxers. Jungkook figured as much when he checked Jimin out earlier.
“Jimin...what…” Jungkook’s having trouble formulating a coherent response.
“What? No? You wanna do something else?” Jimin asks, one eye on Jungkook and the other on the drawer as he fumbles to retrieve their favorite lube.
“N-no, hell no. I’m just,” Jungkook licks his lips. “Pleasantly surprised.”
Jimin grins, popping the lid and pouring a copious amount of the cool liquid into his palm, “What can I say?” he rests one hand on Jungkook’s chest as the other disappears behind his back. “I missed my boyfriend’s dick.”
“Just the dick?” Jungkook asks in a small voice.
Jimin does that thing with his hair, flipping it out of his face and smiling like he hung the stars (which Jungkook’s certain Jimin’s done). He doesn’t answer Jungkook’s question and instead focuses on opening himself up.
Jungkook bites his bottom lip, eyes trailing up and down Jimin’s figure. Jimin has a way of looking completely debauched yet in control. It drives Jungkook insane.
His gaze focuses on the way Jimin’s wrist flicks as he fingers himself and Jungkook takes a deep breath, wanting to replace Jimin’s fingers with his own. “Can I do it for you?”
Jimin assertively shakes his head, “You take too long,” he pants. “Just want you...inside me.”
“You like it though,” Jungkook grumbles with a pout.
Jimin grins down at him, “Didn’t say I didn’t like it, just that you’re,” Jimin curls his fingers inside himself, moaning a bit when he presses against his prostate. “A bit s-slow.”
Jungkook makes a move to respond, but then thinks about it and realizes it’s the truth. Sometimes he likes it hard and fast, but most of the time, he likes to set a slow pace. It’s the ISFP in him.
Jimin smiles softly at Jungkook as he sinks down onto his cock with a shuddering breath. Jungkook watches him with glazed eyes.
“Fu—almost.” Jimin huffs. “Did you get bigger since the last time we fucked?” he jokes.
Jungkook releases a strained laugh, hands latching onto Jimin’s slender hips. “Doubt it.”
Once Jimin’s made himself as comfortable as someone with a dick up their ass, he flicks his hair out of his face and stares into Jungkook’s eyes. “Ready, big guy?”
Jungkook responds by caressing Jimin’s sides. Jimin smirks as he carefully rolls his hips, causing Jungkook to slip even deeper into his warmth. It’s been a few days since the last time they had sex, so Jimin’s tighter than usual and Jungkook isn’t really prepared for that. At all.
“Shit,”
Jimin’s smirk broadens, “Aaw, is the baby going to cum already?”
Jungkook snorts, “I know how to hold out.”
“Even if I speed up?” Jimin challenges. “Or tighten around you?”
Jungkook’s hand slips to Jimin’s thigh where he squeezes in desperation. “Don’t test me, babe.”
Jimin leans down and steals a kiss before doing what Jungkook considers “art” or music in its finest form. Jimin rides Jungkook like he owns his body. Each bounce brings Jungkook closer to the edge and even closer to asking what’s been on his mind for these last two weeks. He wonders how Jimin would react. Would he turn his nose up in disgust? Not talk to Jungkook for a few days? Maybe they’d stop having sex…
“Kook…” Jimin huffs.
What if he suggests they breakup?
“Hey, Jungkook?”
Jungkook blinks and stares dumbfoundedly up at Jimin who’s frowning. With a sigh, Jimin lifts himself off of Jungkook and flops onto the other side of the bed.
Jungkook sits up with wide eyes, “Wh-why’d you stop?”
“You weren’t into it…” Jimin mumbles as he tugs the cotton sheets over his body.
Picking up on the hurt in Jimin’s tone, Jungkook reacts quickly, taking Jimin’s hand in his and caressing his knuckles. “It’s not like that, Jimin.”
“No, I know, just….” he sighs exasperatedly. “ Talk to me. You’ve been dodgy these last few days.”
“I…” Jungkook swallows.
“Sending me coded texts?” Jimin adds. “You know you can tell me anything .”
“I know that.”
“Then tell me,” Jimin says in a pleading yet tender tone.
After mulling over everything that could possibly go wrong, Jungkook drags a hand down his face and bursts, “I want...I want us to try something...new.”
Jimin nods, raising his eyebrows a bit to encourage Jungkook to go on.
“In the bedroom,” he clarifies.
“Okay...like what?” Jimin sits up, leaning close and suggesting with a smile. “Handcuffs? Want me to call you hyung? We don’t kink-shame in this household.”
Jungkook laughs and some of the tension he was feeling melts away. Jimin always has a way of calming him and making him feel at ease. For now, Jungkook decides to focus on the task at hand and not on the way his body reacts to the idea of Jimin calling him hyung. He takes a deep breath and blurts, “I want to sixty-nine with you.”
Now that he says it, it doesn’t seem so bad.
Jimin makes this face that’s a mix of mild disappointment and intrigue, “That’s not even a kink, Jungkook.” he runs a hand through his hair. “I thought you were going to ask me to tie you up and blindfold you or something.”
“That’s still on the table,” Jungkook replies swiftly.
His quick response causes Jimin to topple over into a fit of giggles. “Good to know,” he murmurs with a playful smile. “Let’s try it tomorrow,” Jimin suggests, eyes shimmering.
Jungkook’s heart skips, “Tomorrow?”
Jimin nods, flopping back into the bed with a sigh, “Let’s sleep, for now, okay?”
Sleep? Such a thing sounds like a distant universe as Jungkook thinks about what awaits him tomorrow night.
The next day, he drifts about each of his classes with this kid-in-a-candy-store type grin stuck on his face. Jimin says nothing about it, but their friends joke and poke fun. When nighttime rolls around, Hoseok kindly sexiles himself to spend the night at his boyfriend’s place. Jungkook appreciates it because he’s certain they’re going to be far from quiet tonight.
“Hoseok is so sweet,” Jimin comments as he straddles Jungkook.
Jungkook rests his hands on Jimin’s bare hips, nodding, “Nicer than me.”
“What?” Jimin tilts his head. “You wouldn’t excuse yourself so your best friends could try 69ing?”
Jungkook laughs all soft and sweet at Jimin’s sarcasm as he runs his hands up and down Jimin’s naked torso.
“You’re so cute.” Jimin kisses the compliment into Jungkook’s mouth.
“I’m the cutest,” Jungkook hums. “I know.”
Jimin playfully nips at Jungkook’s bottom lip, tugging on it and teasing before properly pressing their lips together. He leans back to murmur, “So how do you wanna do this?”
Jungkook swallows thickly, hard-on pressing against Jimin’s ass. “I would love to eat you out.”
Jimin’s gaze darkens, “I’d appreciate that.” And then he’s climbing off of Jungkook to rearrange their positions.
Jungkook leans back as Jimin settles atop him and he casually rests a hand on Jimin’s lower left hip. Waiting. Anticipating.
“Okay,” Jimin huffs now eye-level with Jungkook’s dick.
Having Jimin’s ass directly in his face is doing all sorts of things to Jungkook. A surge of possessiveness he’s never felt before lights up his mind, and his cock twitches.
“Oh?” Jimin hums, tucking his blonde locks behind his ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your dick from this angle.”
Jungkook snorts, “Thanks?”
“It’s new.” Jimin abruptly flicks his tongue against the head of Jungkook’s cock, testing the water.
Jungkook hisses, digging his nails into Jimin’s left buttock.
“Are you going to do something back there?” Jimin questions. “Or are you just going to stare at my ass?”
“I mean...it is a nice ass.” Jungkook gives Jimin’s butt a ginger squeeze before spreading his cheeks. His breath catches because Jimin’s spotless, meaning he must’ve cleaned up recently. “When did yo…”
“Always,” Jimin throws Jungkook a promiscuous look over his shoulder. “I’m always ready for you.”
Jungkook’s heart (and his dick) swells, “Fuck.” he exhales. “ I’m going to eat your ass so well, babe.”
Jimin chuckles, amused by his boyfriend’s determination, “Have at it.”
Jungkook quite literally dines on Jimin’s ass, tasting him and languidly licking over his crack before sucking at his hole. Jimin quivers, lips stilling against Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook sure knows how to show his appreciation; every time he eats Jimin out, it’s far different from the last time. He manages to change up the technique while keeping the motions Jimin really likes.
“Kook,” Jimin pants as he clutches Jungkook’s ankles to keep from toppling over. Part of him just wants to sit back and let Jungkook do the work, but this is a team effort. So with a deep breath, Jimin deepthroats Jungkook. He doesn’t gag, he doesn’t choke (although he drools a bit) as Jungkook’s cock hits the back of his throat. He’s accustomed to his boyfriend’s size and works at his length the way he knows will have Jungkook spilling over the edge soon.
“Wai—Jimin, you can’t just—” Jungkook stutters as the wind is knocked out of him. His eyes flutter to a close and he takes a moment to relish in Jimin’s mouth around his cock. They’ve been doing this for practically three years, so of course, Jimin would know how to properly suck Jungkook’s dick. Yet...Jungkook is surprised every time. Is this what Ariana meant by staying up all night? Because Jungkook wants to do just that; flip Jimin onto his back and push into him and maybe later he’ll get on all fours for his beautiful boyfriend.
He gives Jimin’s ass a warning squeeze, pulling back to grunt, “ Babe ,”
Jimin gives the tip one final suck before popping off and kissing Jungkook’s thigh, “I know.”
Jungkook releases a shuddering breath before sticking his tongue into Jimin’s heat. Jimin trembles and bites his lip to keep from moaning. Jungkook knows Jimin’s doing that because he only holds back when he’s feeling really good. It’s a cute habit Jungkook’s been dying to break. He wants to hear Jimin scream.
He slips a hand around Jimin’s thigh to grip Jimin’s cock and begins to steadily jerk him off. A moan slips past Jimin’s lips and his back dips.
Not enough, Jungkook thinks, you can do better babe.
He pulls back to once again suck at Jimin’s hole and Jimin shudders so prettily Jungkook’s cock throbs.
“Kook...again.” Jimin pants.
But Jungkook teases him a bit more, listening to the way Jimin’s breathing stutters. He needs to push just a little more and then…
“Jungkook, st-stop teasing... me .” Jimin’s voice cracks and Jungkook’s chest fills with something borderline dangerous. His chest heaves and his cock drips with arousal. He wants to ruin Jimin in the sweetest way possible.
Jimin’s knees dig into the mattress as he struggles to hold out. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs and precome shines across the head. He’s close. When Jungkook swipes a thumb across the tip, Jimin trembles and another lewd moan breaks past his lips. “I’m so close, Jungkook.”
Jungkook urges him on by slipping his tongue out to tease at his slightly reddened hole.
“Jungkook,”
“Cum,” Jungkook whispers. “Go on,”
Jimin decides that he’d like it better if they cum together, so he wraps his mouth around Jungkook’s cock and easily slides his length down his throat.
“Fuck,” Jungkook chokes as he quickens his pace. “We’re doing this together, huh?”
Jimin’s response is a hard suck that has Jungkook seeing white. His toes curl and his eyes roll back and then he’s shooting his release down Jimin’s throat. Jimin takes it with ease, adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. Jungkook wishes he could properly see him, but he can’t so he focuses on helping Jimin climax.
It doesn’t take long; a few tugs and a slap to his ass has Jimin’s entire body jolting, but Jungkook doesn’t want to stop there.
Jimin pops off with a smack and looks over his shoulder, pinning Jungkook with a taunting gaze. “So?”
Jungkook’s response is a hard squeeze to Jimin’s ass.
“Was it everything you imagined?” Jimin carefully rolls off of Jungkook, flopping face-first into the pillows. His body feels like jelly. When Jungkook doesn’t respond, Jimin lifts his head and is surprised to see Jungkook rolling a condom onto his half-hard cock. “No...you’re not…”
“Can you stay up all night?” Jungkook asks, already moving to position himself behind Jimin. “Fuck me till the daylight.” he presses butterfly kisses along Jimin’s spine, gently lifting Jimin’s hips and slipping his cock between Jimin’s toned thighs.
“Wow,” Jimin whistles as he plants his palms into the mattress, perfect and ready on all fours for Jungkook. “You’re ready to go again.”
“Mhm,” Jungkook hums. “And once I’m done, I want you to open me up, hyung.” He sucks a hickey into Jimin’s shoulder blades. “Nice and slow.”
A sinister smile stretches Jimin’s plush lips, “I know how you like it, love. Don’t worry.”
*
Sunlight breaks the horizon as Jimin slowly pulls out of Jungkook. He grimaces a bit, every inch of his body sore, but it’s worth it. The look of pleasure and bliss on Jungkook’s face is priceless.
Jimin leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead, “Stay here, let me get a towel.”
Jungkook grumbles a response, legs falling away from Jimin’s waist and he turns to his side to gaze out of the window. Early-morning joggers run past and the sun colors like an abstract painting. Jungkook smiles softly as the night replays in his mind. He’s exhausted but so, so satisfied.
“Alright,” Jimin says as he walks back into the room, towel in hand. “Roll onto your back for me.”
Jungkook does as he’s told and looks up at Jimin with loving eyes. Jimin only smiles back at him as he climbs back into the bed.
“Was it okay?” Jungkook questions tentatively, wanting to make sure it was enjoyable for both of them.
Jimin nods, “It was more than okay.”
Jungkook beams and swallows before saying, “Those coded texts...they were actually lyrics.”
“I know,” Jimin replies breezily. “Ariana Grande’s kinda hard not to know.”
Jungkook jumps up to a sitting position, “Wait, so you’re saying you knew about the song?” he asks in disbelief as Jimin wipes him down with a warm towel.
“Yep,”
Now that Jungkook thinks about it, how could Jimin not know what he was referencing? Perhaps he was blinded by a senseless fear of breaking up. But now he has a more pressing question...
“But you didn’t say anything? Why?”
Jimin lifts his head with a tender smile, “I didn’t want to push you,” he stops moving to give Jungkook his undivided attention. “Clearly you weren’t ready to ask me directly, so I waited and went along with it.”
“Knowing what I wanted didn’t freak you out?”
Jimin shakes his head, “I thought the request was rather mild.” he winks.
Jungkook covers his blushing face with a blanket and sinks into the bed. He hears Jimin chuckle and then feels the weight of the bed shift as Jimin inches closer. “Can I see your face, Kookie?”
With the blanket still covering his face, Jungkook shakes his head.
“Can I please see your face, hyung ?” Jimin teases, knowing full well what effect that word has on Jungkook.
Jungkook rips the blanket away and scowls at Jimin. “That’s cheating,” he grumbles.
“You opened Pandora’s Box,” Jimin sing songs, leaning in close until they’re a breath apart, “So a lot is fair game now.”
While they’re kissing, Jungkook can’t help but wonder what else awaits him now that the box is open.
As Jimin gently pushes him back against the bed, Jungkook doesn’t thank God, but Ariana for the many adventurous nights with his boyfriend.
-FIN-