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His eyes darted left and right, the frown on his face slowly disappearing as he neared the end of the thirty-two pages of pure brilliance he had spent the last couple of months working on.

It was his best work yet.

Interesting, engaging, entertaining…arousing.

In short? It was perfect.

When he finished reading the final sentence, he took a deep inhale, exhaled, and then finally slumped back into his chair.

He was done.

A little shudder of satisfaction (and maybe a bit of relief) coursed through his body. Finishing a story while feeling completely content like this was very new. He wasn’t used to it. Usually there was always this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that would keep bugging him about what he could have (or shouldn’t have) done to make his work better.

But now? Nothing.

Now he was sure he did really good.

Now he was sure he had created something that others couldn’t easily surpass.

Now he was sure he can finally beat Park Jimin.

"Attraction is beyond our will or ideas sometimes."

— Juliette Binoche

“Wait…what??!”

Jungkook tried his utmost not to scowl because what the fuck?

“Hyung, are you sure?”

Tipping what was left of his coffee into his mouth, Namjoon then lowered the now-empty cup back on the table with a sigh. He took his time, patting his lips with a napkin before turning his attention back to Jungkook who was seated across from him with a displeased look on his face.

Their meeting started off pleasantly enough which was why Namjoon chose to deliver the “news” last. He knew it would pull some kind of strong reaction from Jungkook though he wasn’t certain if he would be pleased or upset by it.

Seeing him now, clearly it was the latter.

Apparently, the news of Jimin’s withdrawal from the contest was not something Jungkook wanted to hear, even if it made little sense to Namjoon.

“I thought you’d by happy? I mean, you’ve always been bitching about—”

“Hyung, I do not bitch.”

Namjoon gave him a disbelieving look.

“Okay, I bitch sometimes.”

“Kook, you bitch all the time. For as long as I remember, you’re always moaning and groaning about something Jimin did. Hell, you even bitch over things he didn’t do.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

Again, Namjoon shot Jungkook the same look on his face. A look that clearly said “you’re full of shit” because that was the truth. Namjoon didn’t believe a single thing Jungkook said whenever it concerned Park Jimin.

Jungkook and Jimin have had this rivalry between them ever since they met in university.

Hell, the rivalry happened even before they ever got to speak a proper word to each other.

And that rivalry started with Jungkook.

Park Jimin was an English major, very well-liked amongst his peers, and an inspiration to many in his circle. He was already popular for a multitude of reasons but on top of that he received constant recognition for his work. Jimin regularly participated in writing contests. It was a way not only for him to hone his craft, but also to simply get his name out.

Then there was Jungkook.

Although he was on par with Jimin in terms of popularity (even more so, in some aspects), unlike Jimin whose parents were fully supportive of his dream of becoming a novelist one day, Jungkook’s were less enthused when their son revealed his desire of someday becoming an author. That wasn’t too unusual. After all, most parents would prefer their kid to pursue a stable career like something in the medical or engineering field. But that wasn’t where Jungkook’s passions lay. He had multiple interests ranging from fitness to sports, both of which he indulged in with daily trips to the gym and playing with his friends whenever he had time. His passion for writing, however, always needed a bigger, more involved outlet.

So, he entered university majoring in Journalism. That decision was a compromise between himself and his parents. It was definitely not his first choice as far as majors go, but at least it still allowed him to exercise his desire to write, and—according to his parents—it was a degree that would have some use just in case he fell short of his dream of becoming an author.

And, Namjoon supposed, that was where it all started.

When Jungkook was a freshman, Jimin was in his second year and already had several awards under his belt, from official contests he had joined both on campus and off.

Jimin enjoyed participating in writing events and contests of any kind. He saw it as good practice for the future. It was, after all, his intention to one day publish his own book and become a best-selling author.

So that’s exactly what he did. He joined events that showcased his writing from contributing to papers and magazines to participating in all sorts of writing contests big and small.

Joining in those same events and contests as Jimin was exactly where the rivalry began for Jungkook. Particularly, it was the constant losing to Jimin that started it.

“Hyung, I want to win one over Jimin fair and square. How am I supposed to do that if he’s not even participating at all?? Why did he even back out? He never backs out, not once in the four years I’ve known him did he ever do that and now suddenly, he does?”

“Kook, I don’t know, alright? Just that he did. I even asked him why but he wouldn’t say. Just said that he’s backing out and that he had his reasons. I didn’t want to pry.”

“You’re his friend, these are the kinds of things you’re supposed to pry about.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes at him.

“And I can respect a person’s boundaries,” the older said just as he stood up from his seat. “Look, I gotta go. I have a class and I have a bit of a walk to get there. Always nice to catch up with you Kook. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Still frowning, Jungkook watched as Namjoon took his leave, exiting the campus coffee shop they had spent the last half an hour in.

Like Jimin, Namjoon too was still a student at the university, both currently studying for their master’s degree. Namjoon in his second year for Publishing after graduating with his bachelors in Literature, and Jimin in his first year for Creative Writing.

That was how they all met in the first place. Even if they were in different years, they’ve had a few classes together and they’ve participated in the same events although Namjoon did so on a different capacity from Jimin and Jungkook.

Clicking his tongue, Jungkook pulled out his phone and his fingers flew across the screen.

September 23, 2024

Me [02:51 PM]: joon-hyung said u backed out from Into Your Seoul

Me [02:52 PM]: y?

He hit send without hesitation and stared at his phone for a good minute waiting for Jimin’s reply that never arrived.

Though it wasn’t like he expected to get one. He and Jimin have spoken here and there (inevitable especially since they basically run in the same circle), but they weren’t exactly friends either and that was mostly because of Jungkook’s behavior.

Jungkook was competitive. Always have, and he doubted that would change any time soon.

As anyone could imagine, he didn’t take it well when he lost contest after contest, overshadowed at event after event. The few he applied to in his freshman year? He didn’t feel too bad about it since he was still new to the scene. He had never properly participated in any kind of official writing contest or workshop in the past (unless you count the few online ones he had dabbled in when he was in high school) so it wasn’t surprising he didn’t get recognized for being the best in anything. But then the following year the same thing happened, and the next year, and the next which was where he found himself now.

Jungkook was in his final year of university. He would be graduating this year and unlike Jimin and Namjoon, he didn’t have plans on pursuing a master’s degree. When this year was over, that was it for him and he’ll be a part of the work force by this time next year which was precisely why it was imperative that he finally won against Jimin this time around.

He was confident in his submission for this contest. He had been working on it since the theme was revealed and now that the submissions deadline was fast approaching, he was excited. He wanted to know what people thought of the story he wrote, yes…but most of all, he wanted to finally beat Park Jimin.

Jimin had inadvertently become the standard which Jungkook was aiming for because deep down (very deep down), Jungkook recognized the older boy’s skill and he wanted to reach his level.

And he can do that now, through this event. Jungkook just knew he could.

But how was he supposed to do that when the other boy wasn’t even participating in the first place??

September 25, 2024

Me [08:48 AM]: answer me

September 26, 2024

Me [12:05 PM]: helloooooo?

September 28, 2024

Me [07:19 PM]: gonna keep bothering u til u answer me

October 1, 2024

Me [12:52 PM]: still

Me [12:52 PM]: waiting

“Let’s sit there.”

“But there’s a seat near the—oh.”

He could hear muffled giggling after this and then the sound of chairs being dragged, bags being set down, some shushing from nearby, and then finally silence once again.

“You are so obvious.”

“I mean, if you’d rather sit somewhere else.”

“I’m shy. Not stupid.”

More giggling.

Jungkook didn’t bother turning to look at the commotion currently happening at the next table over. He was used to it, fully aware of his own popularity on campus which had stemmed from a history of "getting around."

It wasn’t as if Jungkook slept with just anyone, but he could definitely say he’s been around the block as far as the people he had dated (read: slept with) go.

He was young, healthy, and single. So sue him.

“Talk to him.”

“You talk to him.”

“No, you.”

“But you're…”

Jungkook tuned out the whispered argument and refocused on his textbook. He was in the library for a reason after all.

He was trying to get a bit of study time in. In the back of his mind, he had been regretting putting off several of his school obligations in favor of doing other things.

A part of him blamed Mingyu. The other boy had been insisting on spending an extra hour at the gym lately since he had some big swim meet he had to get ready for. He was Jungkook’s gym buddy and roommate, so he inevitably ended up getting roped into it. Not that he minded since Jungkook always enjoyed the workout.

But, truthfully? What really distracted Jungkook from his schoolwork was the usual culprit, and that was all the writing events and contests he’d signed up for.

As of late, that would be Into Your Seoul, an annual writing contest that was hosted by Inkspire, the biggest publishing house in the country. Anyone below 25 who ever aspired of becoming a published author and making a career out of writing, participated in that event. Jungkook included.

And Jimin. Well, used to be Jimin. Which was why Jungkook was so adamant on finding out why the older boy was suddenly backing out this year.

Jungkook was passionate about writing. (Something that still surprised the people who knew him whenever they find out what he was into.) As much as he dedicated time to hanging out with his friends, hitting the gym, taking part in sports, and what-not…writing was going to be his career. So, he just couldn’t help but be a huge nerd about it.

“Oh, oh, oh, it’s him.”

“Huh?”

“Your five o’clock. Don’t be too obvious.”

“What are you—ohh…”

Their whispers turned excited and the pair only shut up when whoever they were talking about apparently came close enough to possibly hear, forcing them into silence for a moment.

Jungkook still didn’t bother turning around to look, completely uninterested in whatever or whoever was causing their excitement.

That is until—

“Jimin-sunbae is soooo pretty and Taehyung-sunbae…just look at that face…”

“For real. Those two are a sight for sore eyes.”

“I know right?”

Jungkook didn’t know a lot of Jimins, even less he considered pretty.

He looked up just in time to see Park Jimin walking down the aisle between tables, closely followed by someone who was just as familiar to Jungkook. Kim Taehyung. The two were always together. They were talking in low voices, with Taehyung grinning at Jimin who was rolling his eyes at whatever the other boy had said before smacking him playfully on the arm.

“Who would you prefer?”

Now it was Jungkook who found himself rolling his eyes.

“Jimin. He looks so pretty and sweet on the outside…bet you he’d be the total opposite in bed.”

“Right?! That’s what I’m thinking too.”

Again, more giggling.

Jungkook had to fight the urge to shake his head.

“Pretty sure we’re not the only ones. The way those guys are eyeing him, I just know they all think the same.”

At this comment, Jungkook unwittingly began scanning the room and true enough, there were several heads turned in the direction of the pair and were following their progress down the room.

Some of them were eyeing Taehyung, but majority of which (especially the guys) had their eyes fixed on Jimin.

It was no secret that the blond boy had quite a bit of a fan base on campus. Jimin might annoy the fuck out of Jungkook, but he wasn’t so bitter that he couldn’t acknowledge his popularity.

Because not only was Jimin celebrated for his talent with weaving beautiful words together, he was also well-known for being undeniable gorgeous…and difficult to impress.

That last part pissed Jungkook off, to be honest.

Jimin had dated some guys here and there over the years, but none of them ever lasted long or amounted to much. At least, that’s what Jungkook heard.

So, it wasn’t as if Jimin refused to date, just that he was picky as hell which could only mean he must be full of himself. But apparently people liked that and only saw it as something that made the blond more appealing in their eyes.

It was bullshit.

Jungkook cleared his throat, and the girls at the next table turned to look at him. Their eyes widened when he met their gazes and their cheeks pinkened in the next instant.

He could hear them start freaking out between themselves but he tuned them out once again after that, turning his attention back to the two boys.

His eyes tracked Jimin and Taehyung up until they reached an empty table on the far side of the room from where he sat. And as soon as Taehyung took a seat and Jimin said something to him before walking away towards the line of bookshelves at the back of the library away from the seating area, Jungkook dumped his things into his bag and left his seat.

“Oh my God, Jungkook-sunbae totally looked at me.”

“No, he was looking at me.”

“Do you think he heard us?”

Jungkook heard bits of their conversation as he walked past them but he paid them no mind as headed towards the back of the library.

He was on a mission.

And it didn’t take long to find his target.

Jungkook knew where Jimin would be because that was the area of the library he frequented as well. The blond was standing in front of the shelf that housed their school’s massive collection of fiction novels ranging from the classics to more modern works. He had even seen a couple of books in there which had Jimin’s winning pieces over the years. The contests that Jimin, Jungkook, and other creative-writing enthusiasts usually joined tend to give out opportunities to first-place winners like getting their submissions published. That and of course the usual trophy, medal, or certificate of recognition.

Just the thought of it annoyed Jungkook.

Jimin had been winning just about every contest he had participated in, he was sure his apartment was full of those awards on display, ready to be shown off for when people came to visit him.

Not that Jungkook would know, since he had never actually been to Jimin’s place.

“Park.”

Jimin visibly startled at hearing his name being called. Granted, Jungkook’s voice came out a bit louder than he intended, especially considering they were in the library.

Whipping around with a frown already marring that pretty face, Jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook, before narrowing just as quickly.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, paused, then closed it again before shaking his head and turning his back to him once again.

That annoyed Jungkook.

They didn’t speak all that often, if at all. And when they did? It was mostly snide remarks and back-handed comments coming from Jungkook. He knew his behavior was childish at best, but after nearly four years of constantly being overshadowed and looked-over because of Jimin? His resentment couldn’t help but bubble to the surface every time he was within the other boy’s presence.

“What do you want, Jeon?” Jimin asked, already sounding tired as Jungkook closed the distance between them until he was standing right beside him.

Jimin stood a few inches shorter than him, something Jungkook took pleasure in every time since it allowed him to look down on him.

When Jimin turned to look at Jungkook, his frown was even deeper now than it was seconds ago. It was clear the fact that he had to look up to face the younger annoyed him too.

“I texted you.”

“Okay…?”

“The least you could do is reply when someone texts you.”

Sighing, Jimin folded his arms, pressing the book he had been reading before he was rudely interrupted, against his chest.

Jungkook glanced down at the pristine emerald green binding with a familiar title printed across it in gold foil.

Twisted and Turned, Vol. 6

He could only read a portion of the title, what with the protective way Jimin was holding onto the book, almost as if he was trying to hide it the best he could with those slender arms of his. But Jungkook could tell what book it was right away, mainly because he had the very same copy back in his dormitory, placed on a special spot on one of his shelves.

After all, his story was in there.

Twisted and Turned was an anthology book series comprised of submissions from different authors across the country. It was the third writing contest Jungkook had ever won and the first time ever his work got printed, published, and sold.

Sure, the book wasn’t his work alone, but the fact that one of the stories in there was his was a massive accomplishment for him…even if he couldn’t really brag about it to people. The book was a collection of short and very explicit erotic stories that he couldn’t very well just show off to just anyone.

“Go away, Jeon.”

Brow raised, Jungkook did the opposite. Instead, he got comfortable, folding his own arms and leaning against the nearest bookshelf as he continued to eye Jimin who was clearly exasperated by his very presence.

Was he flustered because he knew Jungkook’s story was in the book he was currently holding? Or was he just annoyed by the fact that Jungkook was speaking to him at all?

Jimin was never outright rude to him (which was more than Jungkook deserved, if he were to be completely honest). Usually, he tolerated Jungkook despite his behavior which was, at times, bad enough to even test the patience of a nun. But Jimin was only human, and there had been those very rare times when he clearly lost possession of that usual tolerance he had when dealing with Jungkook.

Like right now, for example.

And one could only wonder why.

Perhaps…

Darting forward so quickly that Jimin didn’t even react until he accomplished his task, Jungkook plucked the book out of the other boy’s grasp and made a show of reading the book’s title and then the back where Jungkook could see his own named printed as one of ten contributing authors of that volume.

“So, why are you reading this? Looking for a book to read for those restless nights?” he taunted with a grin.

Scowling, Jimin made a grab for the book but Jungkook was quicker, pulling it away and holding it high above his head, away from Jimin’s reach.

“You are such a child.”

“I’ll give it back to you if you answer my question.”

Jimin glared at him.

“Why did you back out of IYS? You’ve participated in that contest every year and won every year. What’s different now? And why are you reading this anyway? Never pegged you for being interested in this kinda thing. The stuff you usually write is—”

“That’s three questions, you insufferable prick,” Jimin hissed, cutting him off. “And I do not need to answer any of it. Now give me back that book.”

“Wow, temper,” Jungkook tsked at him, making Jimin’s nose flare in irritation.

At the back of his mind, Jungkook couldn’t help but think that even with the lethal look he was shooting him, Jimin still looked frustratingly beautiful.

That realization just annoyed Jungkook more though.

“What are you, five? What the hell do you want from me?”

“I want to know why you backed out.” Jungkook wanted him to answer every question he had, but this was the most pressing. He was confident he could finally win this year’s Into Your Seoul, but he wanted the satisfaction of finally winning against Jimin…not by default because the other boy didn’t participate at all.

Still frowning but looking more resigned than annoyed, Jimin stepped closer to Jungkook, tiptoeing a little so his face was only a few inches away from his.

They stared at each other, unblinking.

Jungkook watched as Jimin’s eyes shifted down slightly, landing on his lips so quickly that he wasn’t sure if it even happened or if he had just imagined it.

The hell is he doing?

“I want,” Jimin began, leaning in even more. And Jungkook wasn’t imagining it this time when he watched those eyes steal a glance at his lips for a second time.

At this point, their chests were practically pressed against each other.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if Jimin was doing whatever he was doing on purpose or not, but he couldn’t deny the affect it had on him. There was this fluttering sensation starting to build in the pit of his stomach.

Now that he thought about it, Jungkook didn’t think he had ever been this close to Jimin before.

“Yeah?” he managed to offer, voice sounding surprisingly hoarse to his own ears.

Jimin leaned even closer. They were now practically nose-to-nose. They were so close, Jungkook could see the flecks of a softer shade of brown in the pupils of his eyes.

Surprised by his boldness, Jungkook held his breath in anticipation.

Anticipation for what exactly, he wasn’t sure.

Then, while still staring at him with those siren eyes of his, Jimin’s lips parted slowly.

“…you…to go away,” he finished before taking a big purposeful step backwards.

Jungkook blinked, the trance he was unsuspectingly caught in, broken. Only when he refocused his attention on the gorgeous jerk in front of him did he realize that Jimin was now holding Twisted and Turned.

He hadn’t even noticed that Jimin had taken the book back from him.

Smirking smugly, the blond boy turned on his heel and began walking back down the aisle, away from Jungkook who was still frozen on the spot.

October 4, 2024

Me [04:09 PM]: u piss me off

The next couple of days, Jungkook found himself practically obsessing over Jimin.

More than usual, at least.

There was a little more than a month left until the deadline for Into Your Seoul and if Namjoon were to be believed, Jimin still had no intention of submitting anything.

Jungkook was getting more and more annoyed with Jimin the closer they got to November.

But that wasn’t the only reason.

“Yeah, they hooked up over the weekend.”

“How the hell did he manage to land that?”

“I mean, if Jimin was gonna put out, it makes sense it would be with someone like Jongin.”

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t be thick. Just look at them. Jimin wouldn’t just sleep with anyone. And Jongin is—”

“Say that again,” Jungkook cut in, turning around to face three of his classmates who were seated behind him.

“Oh Jungkook, got your attention, huh? Who are you interested in, Park Jimin or Kim Jongin?” Beomsoo asked with a grin, matched with an impish glint in his eye.

But Jungkook was being serious.

“What did you say just now? Jongin’s with Jimin?”

Failing to gauge his mood, Beomsoo leaned forward conspiratorially. “Yeah. Apparently, they hooked up on Saturday night. Daejung’s roommate is close friends with Jongin’s roommate and he coughed up the details. Apparently, Jimin came over to their place and—"

Unable to listen further, Jungkook got up form his seat, startling the three boys when he haphazardly shoved his things into his bag and walked out of the classroom without another word.

October 16, 2024

Me [10:51 AM]: heard about u and kim jongin

Me [10:51 AM]: u 2 dating or sumthing?

Jungkook’s patience was tested more and more the following weeks as rumor after rumor started flying regarding Jimin and the fact that apparently, he was hooking up with one guy after the next.

It wasn’t as if Jungkook was interested in Jimin’s love life or sex life or whatever…just that because it was such a change from how the older usually acted, it had become such a hot topic with just about everyone.

Shortly after hearing about Jimin hooking up with Kim Jongin—some pretty boy Medical student or something—more rumors came from seemingly out of nowhere about him sleeping with even more people from Park Chanyeol from the Engineering department to Cha Eunwoo, a Performing Arts major who was in the same year as Jungkook.

He was especially bitter when he heard that Jimin had hooked up with Eunwoo. Anyone who took up theater had to be a narcissist and Jungkook didn’t peg Jimin for having such poor taste in men.

Not to mention the fact that Eunwoo was younger than Jimin. As far as Jungkook knew, Jimin had never dated anyone younger than him, not to mention someone the same age as Jungkook.

And Eunwoo of all people??

That surprised him as much as it annoyed the hell out of him.

October 29, 2024

Me [01:19 PM]: heard u’ve been getting around park

Me [01:21 PM]: all these guys not giving u what u want or what lol

Loud banging on his door disrupted him from checking out his own reflection and he finally stopped messing with his own hair.

“I’m almost ready!” he shouted back.

“Yeah, you said that ten minutes ago! Hurry the hell up!”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook turned back to the full-body mirror one last time before finally stepping away from it. He grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys from his dresser, shoved them into his pockets and finally pulled his door open, revealing Kim Mingyu—roommate turned best friend—dressed head to toe as a zombified Michael Jackson from the Thriller music video.

“About damn time,” Mingyu said, clicking his tongue impatiently. “We’re late.”

“It’s a Halloween party, Gyu. It’s going to last well into the morning and it’s not even nine o’clock yet.”

“I want to get plastered with the good booze. Not the leftovers no one sober would touch. Come on, let’s go.”

Jungkook couldn’t argue with that so he followed the other boy without argument out of their dorm and into the cool night breeze outside.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the frat house where they—and most of the “who’s who” partygoers from their university—were going for the evening.

The place which was more mansion than house was provided by alumni and former members of their university’s football varsity team. It currently housed the majority of their current football team who were enrolled on a scholarship and as per tradition, became a kind of hub for all the big parties, always open to everyone from their university and even to those who didn’t go to their school. At the moment, it was decked out in all sorts of Halloween décor, orange and purple strobe lights flashing inside through the ground floor windows, loud music blasting even through the walls, and a lot of people milling about all dressed in all sorts of costumes.

“Ooooh, is that you Jungkook-oppa? Nice costume.”

A girl currently dressed up as a slutty version of Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls halted in her steps on the concrete pathway leading up to the house and was looking at Jungkook through thick lashes, her eyes colored different shades of blue to compliment her outfit.

“Haeun-ssi,” Jungkook greeted with a grin of his own as he recalled the last time he had seen the girl in front of him. She was a lot less drunk that time but also had a lot less clothes. Well, to be precise, she had no clothes. “I like your costume too.”

Looking pleased, Kim Haeun—a Fine Arts major a year below him—giggled, her cheeks pink, eyes slightly glazed, and the solo cup in her hand one sip away to being empty. It was obvious she had quite a bit to drink already.

“It’s been a while, oppa. You know, I’ve been waiting for you to call me. You never did after that last time.” She pouted up at him while forwardly patting down the lapels of his suit jacket.

“My bad. I’ve just been really busy. Senior year and all, you know?”

“Mmm…I get it. But well, if you find yourself needing a breather. I’m just a call away, okay?”

The girl made no effort to hide her flirtation as she bit down on her bottom lip and looked up at Jungkook with sultry eyes.

Grinning, Jungkook removed her hand from his jacket and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

“Noted,” he said with a wink, making her giggle again.

“Oh! You know, I saw someone earlier dressed as Sally. She looked awesome. I totally should’ve gotten a wig too. I think a lot of people don’t even know who I am unless they see me with—”

“Jungkook!”

They both turned at the sound of his name and Jungkook spotted Mingyu, who had walked on ahead, shouting for him from the porch and waving him over while he stood next to someone dressed in an inflatable banana costume.

“Sorry, I’ll see you later?” he told Haeun with an apologetic smile.

“I certainly hope so.”

With a wink and looking unbothered by the interruption, she went on her way, her two friends dressed as Blossom and Buttercup, laying on the grass with several other people and passing around a bong.

As soon as Jungkook’s feet reached the top step leading into the house, he was all but dragged inside, drinks shoved into his hands with people shouting his way, complimenting him for his Jack Skellington outfit. It took him over a month to put the outfit together but what really made the look was the makeup. He had painted his entire face down to his neck white and was generous with the eyeshadow, eyeliner, and face paint to get the skeletal look going.

Overall? He thought he did a really good job.

“Sally was here a couple minutes ago, did you two come together? His costume was impressive too.”

His?

That was the fifth time someone had told him about the person dressed up as Sally that evening and Jungkook’s curiosity was piqued. He hadn’t met the person just yet but he couldn’t help but wonder who it was and how they managed to pull off dressing up as Sally despite being a guy.

Granted, Jungkook had seen a couple of guys crossdressing as female characters already. The most hilarious being one of the bigger guys from the football team dressed as Tinkerbell, glittery mini-dress, delicate wings, and all. He was owning it though, garnering laughs from everyone every time he did a little twirl and tossed confetti in the air, drunkenly exclaiming it was pixie dust.

“Gonna head to the bathroom,” Jungkook declared to the small group around him some time later.

He had been dancing and drinking and playing random games for the better part of the evening and the party was nowhere close to dying down.

Despite drinking more than enough to knock him off his feet by now, he didn’t really feel too drunk yet (at least he felt like he wasn’t), and he managed to make his way up the second floor where most of the bedrooms were located. There were a several people up there, some just talking while they drank, or hanging around while they smoked what Jungkook knew weren’t just regular cigarettes based on the smell wafting his way, and then there were some who were, of course, engaging in some manner of debauchery.

Jungkook could make out several couples kissing like their lives depended on it, some in shadowed corners, while others were out in the open, pressed up against walls and uncaring of being seen.

He did his best to not to look too closely in their direction.

He wasn’t a prude. Far from it based on his own experiences in bed and out of it. (Haeun and many of his previous partners could attest to that.)

Admittedly, it has been a while, especially for his standards. It had been weeks since he last hooked up with anyone, busy as he was with his classes being a senior, and all the extracurriculars he had involved himself in.

But Jungkook had enough tact to not just go around gawking at couples who were—

“Fuck…Jimin…” a voice groaned, causing Jungkook to halt in his steps.

He had just exited the bathroom and was on his way back down to where the party was still in full swing when he heard that name.

Turning, his gaze landed on a couple who were partially hidden in an alcove further down the hallway. Jungkook had spotted the pressed-up pair on his way to the bathroom but had avoided looking too closely earlier, opting to give them privacy. But now…

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and could just about make-out a person dressed up as Jason Voorhees. His hockey mask was pulled up, resting on his head as the person he was with trailed kisses up his neck, up until he reached his mouth and the two began engaging in a fierce lip-lock.

They were kissing rather loudly, the guy dressed as Jason getting totally into it. Jungkook watched as his hands trailed down the other person’s slender body, fingers sliding over the delicious curve of that ass…and then roughly digging into the familiar-looking patchwork design of her dress.

No, his dress. Jungkook knew that design, it was the dress that Sally wore in The Nightmare Before Christmas and the person wearing it was allegedly not a girl.

The person tilted their head, allowing the long red strands of the wig they wore to fall to the side, revealing an oh-too-familiar face because of course they ended up dressing up as characters from the same movie. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was as big of a fan as Jungkook was. It was almost ridiculous how many similarities they shared. And for two people who weren’t even friends? Fate sure had a twisted sense of humor.

Annoyance was already simmering under his skin at the site before him and with every second he spent watching the pair make out, Jungkook’s irritation only grew.

“Park!” he barked out without further thought. (He blamed the alcohol for his audacity.)

Just like the last time, Jimin startled, even jumping back and away from the guy he was making out with as if he had been caught in the middle of committing a crime.

“Jungkook?” a familiar voice spoke up.

It was Cha Eunwoo.

Blinking, the look of surprise on Jimin’s face turned into that of annoyance when he realized who it was that interrupted his little make-out session.

“Jeon? What the hell?”

But Jungkook didn’t say anything, instead he eyed Jimin up and down, getting a proper look at him now that Eunwoo wasn’t blocking his view from the older boy.

Jimin was wearing an impressively made dress identical to Sally and his face all the way down to his ankles was painted pale blue with lines of black replicating Sally’s stitches. The red wig he wore completed the look, making him a very impressive Sally indeed, just like what everyone’s been telling Jungkook all night.

He looked incredible.

“Trying to match me, Park?”

Jimin—who had just been checking Jungkook out as well—erased the look of half-surprised and half-impressed (Ha!) on his face, replacing it with exasperation as he rolled his eyes at him.

“You wish.”

“Mind giving us a second?” Jungkook asked Eunwoo, but his eyes remained trained on Jimin. The older boy kept his gaze on him too, although his eyes were narrowed in a mistrustful glare.

By the frown that now marred his handsome face, it was clear Eunwoo was about to say no, but Jimin pressed a hand on his arm and squeezed reassuringly.

“I’ll come find you after, okay?”

With a huff, Eunwoo bent down and pressed an unnecessarily loud kiss on Jimin’s lips.

Jungkook could feel the corner of his own eye twitch involuntarily, his aggravation showing.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you downstairs. To be continued.” He growled the last part into Jimin’s ear but Jungkook still heard. The promise in his voice irritated the fuck out of him but he forced himself to not react.

He wasn’t sure how successful he was though when he saw the look of confused amusement Eunwoo threw his way as he passed Jungkook to walk down the hall towards the stairs.

When he was out of earshot, Jimin rounded on him, closing the distance between them in an instant and jabbing a finger against Jungkook’s chest.

Not expecting it, Jungkook was pushed back a step.

“What the hell is your problem, Jeon? I know you hate me but I’m honestly confused what you’re trying to do here.” Jimin was glaring up at him, not only annoyed but looking genuinely angry which was a first for Jungkook. They’ve bickered nonstop since they met, with Jungkook pushing Jimin’s buttons every time, always trying to rile him up.

Whenever Jimin didn’t just choose to ignore him, he would usually respond accordingly, with annoyance and exasperation at Jungkook’s behavior. But not once had the older shown that he had ever been genuinely angry with him.

Not like this, at least.

Eying Jimin closely, Jungkook noted the smell of alcohol coming from him every time he opened his mouth to speak. He bet that if he didn’t have the thick layer of blue face paint on him, his cheeks would be red…matching the smeared lipstick on his lips.

Smeared from making out with Cha-fucking-Eunwoo.

Jungkook clicked his tongue.

“Why are you even making out with that guy of all people?” Jungkook asked, completely avoiding Jimin’s question.

The older didn’t seem to notice as he shot Jungkook a glare but answered him anyway. “What’s it to you? I can make out with anyone I want.”

“Yeah, but him? Really, Park?”

“He’s an excellent kisser and I just know he’ll be good in bed. I’ve heard of his reputation as much as I’ve heard of yours and I need this, okay?”

Jungkook’s brows shot up at that. Of course, he knew of his own reputation. His partners have told him of it in the past before hooking up with him. He had heard of Eunwoo’s too. Jungkook would never admit it but that was one of the reasons why it annoyed the hell out of him when he first heard about Jimin hooking up with him. After all, he and Eunwoo just about hooked up with the same people.

Except Jimin.

Well, for now at least. Jimin basically implied he hadn’t slept with Eunwoo.

Yet.

And Jimin sure as hell wouldn’t be sleeping with Jungkook.

…

For whatever reason, that thought only irritated him.

“What do you mean that you ‘need this’?” he asked instead, opting to ignore that discomfited feeling that was slowly growing inside him.

The question seemed to have sobered Jimin, his eyes widening before he looked away from Jungkook.

“I— That’s none of your business.”

His reaction just now was suspect and Jungkook knew something was up.

In all the years he had known and heard about Park Jimin, not only did he never back out from a writing-related event, he also never hooked up with random people…especially not in quick succession. He also hadn’t known him to attend parties like this either. Or make out with random people in public.

He wasn’t that kind of guy.

Jimin was popular but not for the same reasons Jungkook or Eunwoo or most guys he knew, were.

Yet Jimin had done all the above in the span of the last couple weeks, the last two on this day alone.

Noting the nervous look on his face, Jungkook figured now was the only chance might have to make the other boy fess up. Even if Jimin was speaking pretty coherently, he seemed inebriated enough to hopefully let something slip.

“You’re hiding something,” Jungkook accused albeit in a gentle voice. “Tell me,” he coaxed, taking a step closer to Jimin.

Wide-eyed, Jimin’s gaze returned to Jungkook as he watched the younger close the distance between them. The heels of his boots put him at the same height as Jungkook, but his apparent nervousness and the deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face only made him seem smaller.

“I… No.”

“Tell me. Maybe I can help.”

At the suggestion, Jimin scoffed. “Why the hell would you help someone you hate?”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?”

“That I hate you.”

“Don’t you?”

“No.”

Jimin shot him a dubious look.

“Then explain why you treat me the way you do. You’ve been taking shots at me for as long as I remember, Jeon. If you didn’t hate me, I—”

“I don’t hate you,” Jungkook interrupted, voice firm and not open for debate.

Jimin frowned at him, confusion evident on his face and it was clear he seemed rattled by the revelation that the boy who had been a constant thorn on his side for years apparently didn’t hate his guts like he thought he did.

Jungkook wasn’t lying. He didn’t hate Jimin, never did. Was he jealous of him? Sure, though Jungkook would never admit that out loud and especially not to Jimin himself. Was he annoyed of constantly losing to him? Definitely. But that was it. He never felt hate though. Just…

He supposed he just didn’t know how he was supposed to treat Jimin. They were never friends. They never had the opportunity, their first meeting started as a competition after they entered the same contest during Jungkook’s freshman year.

A competition that he had lost, while Jimin got first place.

That was the first of many instances and he supposed that had set the tone of their current relationship.

Jungkook wasn’t sure how exactly Jimin viewed him, but he saw the older boy as a rival if nothing else. (That’s what he liked to tell himself, at least.)

“You sure have a funny way of showing you don’t hate me,” Jimin snipped at him, still frowning and brows now furrowed.

“You just get riled up easily.”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so insufferable, I wouldn’t be.”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me that. Running out of adjectives for me?” Jungkook taunted with a grin.

“You are so infuriating.”

“Oh? That’s new.”

Jungkook hadn’t realized the gap between them had closed again, not until he picked up the floral scent coming from Jimin, mixed with the hints of alcohol coming from his mouth whenever he spoke.

They were standing so close to each other, he could feel Jimin’s every exhale against his face.

“Seriously, what do you want from me?”

“Just tell me the truth. Why are you backing out of Into Your Seoul?”

“Why does me backing out bother you so much?”

“Just answer the question.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It’s a simple question, Park.”

“Even if it is, it’s still none of your business, Jeon.”

“Why are you being so damn secretive?”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. What, is the reason embarrassing or something?”

“No. It’s just none of your damn business,” Jimin hissed, but with a little less conviction in his tone which only raised Jungkook’s curiosity.

“It’s not something lame like you’re actually having trouble with the theme, right?”

It was an offhanded comment, Jungkook saying the first thing that came to mind. A problem like that for a writer of Jimin’s caliber was just unlikely. He wasn’t seriously thinking of that as a possible reason.

That was, until he saw the horrified look crossing Jimin’s face as soon as the words left his mouth.

Naturally, Jungkook was confused. Did he actually guess right? How?? He had never known Jimin to ever struggle with writing a story before. Why now?

The theme of the IYS project this year was “Holiday Eroticism” which helped Jungkook greatly since he considered himself a bit of an expert with writing anything and everything that involved sex. Why would Jimin have trou—

Something clicked in Jungkook’s brain and his own eyes widened in realization.

Jimin was really good at writing.

So good that he could think up and write all sorts of stories that could be categorized under completely different genres. That made him such an interesting author to read from. You would never know what you were going to get but whatever it was, you were bound to be entertained by whatever he came up with one way or another.

The previous year, Jimin submitted a dramatic comedy (with a “Childhood Trauma” theme of all things!) for IYS and won first place. The year before that, it was a romantic thriller.

Jungkook tried to wrack his brain for each and every event and competition he had ever gone against Jimin and lost, recalling Jimin’s submissions, and it was only now that Jungkook noticed something that he had never noticed about Jimin’s writing.

So that was why he caught Jimin with that book in the library that day.

And it even explained Jimin’s seemingly sudden interest in sleeping around.

“You can’t write about sex.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jungkook swore he could see the deep flush on Jimin’s face, even through the thick layer of paint on his face.

Blinking rapidly and taking a step away from Jungkook as if he had physically slapped him, Jimin blustered. “The hell are you saying, Jeon. Of course I can write about sex.”

It was a lie. A bad one at that. The bite in Jimin’s tone was completely gone and he seemed to suddenly become incapable of looking at Jungkook straight in the eye despite all the eye contact they’ve shared that evening alone.

“If you can, then why haven’t you? We’ve entered dozens of contests and participated in multiple writing events over the years and now that I think about it, you’ve never written a single story with a sex scene before. Nothing explicit at least. They always cut off before things got too intense. I always thought you did it just to keep your ratings down and maximize your audience. Keep things tasteful and classy or whatever. I never would have thought it was because you actually can’t write them.”

“I can write them,” Jimin defended, but his words still lacked conviction.

“Then why are you struggling with the theme?” Jungkook challenged.

“Who said I was struggling?!”

“Then prove that you aren’t.”

“Why are you so damn persistent?!”

“Prove it and don’t back out of IYS this year.”

Jimin opened his mouth, only to close it again before a single word could escape his lips. He looked conflicted to say the least. Conflicted, then annoyed, which then shifted to resignation.

Jungkook watched as the other boy’s shoulders—which had been tense this entire time—finally slumped.

“Damn it,” Jimin cursed under his breath before falling back against the nearest wall. “Okay! Fine! I can’t write explicit sex scenes, let alone a fucking full-on erotica piece. Happy?!”

That feeling of smugness at being right and finally finding out he was better than Jimin at something writing-related was fleeting as horror overcame Jungkook when he saw that Jimin was now looking tearful.

Even the shock value of finally hearing Jimin curse for the first time ever was lost. (Yes, Park Jimin was that kind of person. So proper and shit.)

“Are you crying??” Jungkook demanded, incredulous. He wouldn’t know how to deal with a weepy Jimin. He was so used to them biting each other’s heads off (him more than Jimin) that this apparent display of weakness was catching him off guard.

“No, I’m not…” He argued right before bowing his head down, the long red strands of his wig, effectively obscuring his face from proper view.

But even if Jungkook couldn’t see him, Jimin’s pitch was higher and he could hear the warble in his tone.

If he wasn’t already crying, then he was on the verge of it.

And Jungkook didn’t like that. Especially not if he was the cause.

“Hey…hey, calm down. It’s not like I’m making fun of you for not being able to write about sex or anything.”

At his words, Jimin raised his head enough so he could shoot Jungkook a withering glare. His eyes were void of proper tears but they were glassy and slightly reddened.

“It sure feels like you are.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not. I just…I’m just surprised, that’s all. Never would’ve thought you’d struggle writing about anything, I guess.”

Jimin scoffed. “Ha! Of course, you would say that. Well, some of us can’t write engaging stories as easily as you can, okay?!”

The back-handed compliment surprised Jungkook because did Jimin just imply that he thought Jungkook was better than him? At writing?

“The hell are you talking about?”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin pushed himself off the wall and shot Jungkook an annoyed look.

“Look, I know, alright? I know you hate me because you think I never deserved to win as often as I have. I know your stories are better than mine and you’re more deserving of the awards and publications. Why do you think I’ve been tolerating your snide remarks all these years? I know you’re better than me, Jungkook. No need to rub it in.”

Jungkook was slack-jawed and seem to have lost the ability to say or do anything that he couldn’t react quick enough when Jimin chose that moment to make his exit.

One moment he was staring at Jungkook with a frown and a hurt look on his face, and the next he was walking past and away from him.

By the time Jungkook finally gathered his wits about him, Jimin was nowhere in sight.

November 1, 2024

Me [12:54 AM]: whered u go? wasnt done talking to u

Me [12:59 AM]: park answer me

Me [01:03 AM]: r u with eunwoo??

Me [01:10 AM]: hello??????

November 2, 2024

Me [02:37 PM]: hey can we talk?

November 4, 2024

Me [08:39 PM]: can u quit ignoring me

Me [08:44 PM]: u know i can see when u’ve seen my txts right??

November 8, 2024

Me [07:27 PM]: heard ur seeing some guy from the music production dept

Me [07:28 PM]: so ur done with eunwoo?

Me [07:28 PM]: r u seriously gonna sleep around til u get something decent enough to write about??

November 9, 2024

Me [9:41 PM]: i’ll help you

Jungkook blinked at his phone screen, his sense of embarrassment only getting deeper every time he reread what he had just sent.

Why the fuck did he say that?

His eyes landed on the three empty cans of beer on his desk.

Yeah, no more alcohol for him for the rest of the night.

He needed a distraction. One that didn’t leave him open to making stupid mistakes involving a certain blond pretty boy.

And he knew just what he needed.

Jungkook had just hit his contact list and was scrolling through the different names listed there, trying to figure out who the best choice would be for a companion that evening when the screen blacked out momentarily and an unsuspecting name appeared front and center matched with the device vibrating and the loud trilling of his default ringtone.

He was sure his eyeballs were bugging out in shock as he read the name on the display and he had to take a moment to snap out of it before he thought to swipe and answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Do you mean it?” came Jimin’s voice through the speaker.

“Mean what?”

“What you said in the text you just sent me.”

“Oh, so you do read my messages. Thought for a moment there I was talking into the void.”

“Answer me, Jeon.”

Jungkook had to bite back another sarcastic reply, noting Jimin was actually being serious. He also held off on telling Jimin to call him “Jungkook” again like he did the last time they spoke.

He shook his head to clear it of his wandering thoughts.

“Yeah. I meant it.”

…

“Come over. I’ll send you my address.”

Before he could say anything more, the line cut off, and a few seconds later, he received his first ever text from Park Jimin.

It was a link to the Maps app showing his exact address located off campus and right after that…

Pretty Bastard [9:55 PM]: Apartment 413

Jungkook was tapping his foot as he waited for the elevator to reach the designated floor.

Jimin’s apartment was on the 4^th floor so it didn’t take long and he found himself standing in front of an ivory white door with a gold “13” above the peephole.

He had rung for Jimin downstairs and he was buzzed in without a word from the other boy so he knew he got the right building.

And judging by the small name plate beside the door that said “Park, J.” on it, he definitely had the right apartment as well.

Jungkook raised his fist and knocked.

The door swung open almost immediately.

Jimin stood there for a moment just staring at Jungkook, brows slightly furrowed, looking…nervous. As if he was already second-guessing his decision to invite him over.

“Hey,” Jungkook said after a good couple of seconds of them just standing there.

With the way Jimin seemed to scrutinize him up and down, he was glad he made an effort to dress nice before coming over. He didn’t exactly do anything special, still wearing his “usual” which meant a black shirt underneath a loose jacket or oversized hoodie (he had gone with the former tonight for obvious reasons), loose denim jeans, and his favorite stomper boots. But his shirt was new, his bomber jacket, simple but stylish—and expensive, courtesy of Junghyun who had gifted it to Jungkook two months ago for his birthday. Same goes for his stompers, still from his brother, which he had gotten for Christmas the previous year.

No hair products (again, for obvious reasons), just deodorant and a bit of cologne.

Seeing the impressed look on Jimin’s face, Jungkook made a mental note to gift his older brother something nice this Christmas that year.

It wasn’t as if Jungkook normally dressed like a slob, but he supposed Jimin was surprised he bothered to dress nicely at all seeing as he was just visiting him in his home, and not actually going out anywhere nice.

“Umm…hi.” Jimin gave him a small, awkward smile and stepped aside to finally let him in. “Those are for you.”

“Thanks.”

He was glad Jimin saw the full outfit before he had to ditch his boots and switch into house slippers.

“We can do it in the living room.”

With raised brows, Jungkook nodded and followed after Jimin who led him further into his apartment. The place wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t tiny either. Definitely big enough to share with a roommate but judging by the name plate out front, Jimin lived by himself.

But instead of looking around the place, Jungkook’s eyes were focused on the other boy.

He noticed it as soon as Jimin opened the front door, and he couldn’t help but take a proper look again. This time from behind, taking advantage of the fact that Jimin couldn’t see him eye him up.

Jimin was dressed in a loose, flowy, white button-down top that was clearly multiple sizes too large for him. One side was practically hanging off a slender shoulder, revealing smooth and creamy fair skin. The wide sleeves hung low, nearly covering his fingers completely. For bottoms, he wore plain black leggings. Simple enough, except it hugged and emphasized how slender his legs were.

Jungkook’s eyes trailed back up his body, lingering momentarily at the hem of his top which hung just below his ass, covering everything Jungkook knew was worth showing off, if the eye-full he got from the Halloween party was any indication. The dress he wore as Sally was tight and left little to the imagination and he had seen the way Eunwoo’s hands had dug into them.

“Take a seat there,” Jimin said when they entered the living room and he gestured towards the three-seater couch which took up majority of the space. A coffee table sat in front of it and on the opposite side, a TV mounted on the wall. On one side was a sliding door leading to the balcony and on the wall opposite the TV, right behind the couch, was a massive bookshelf. “You can get comfy. I’ll be right back to get the stuff.”

Nodding, Jungkook watched him enter the door beside the bookshelf. He caught a glimpse of Jimin’s bedroom before it closed behind him.

His eyes darted back to the shelf and Jungkook approached it with keen interest. Unlike what he had assumed, Jimin in fact did not display every single award he had received for all the writing contests he had won. There was a trophy and two medals there (though he noted four framed certificates mounted on the wall right above the TV) which wasn’t even a fraction of the awards Jungkook knew Jimin to have. But most of the things he had on display were books—many of which were familiar to Jungkook—and framed photographs of Jimin together with other people, some Jungkook recognized like Taehyung and Namjoon, and others he didn’t which he assumed were his family.

Jungkook was perusing through the shelf so closely that he hadn’t heard or noticed at all when the bedroom door swung open again and Jimin stepped out, not until the older spoke.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, a brow quirked.

Unbothered, Jungkook’s eyes continued to scan the shelf and smirked when he realized he recognized nearly every single book on the second to the bottom row.

They were all romance books. Spicy romance books.

So Jimin’s issue was only that he couldn’t write them, but he did read them.

Finally tearing his gaze away from the shelf, Jungkook turned to Jimin who had now settled himself on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, his laptop positioned in front of him.

Confused, Jungkook walked over and sat on the couch next to him.

“What’s all this for?”

Did Jimin want to record them or something?

At his question, Jimin looked at Jungkook with a puzzled expression, head tilted to the side in question, apparently just as confused as he was.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why did you take out your laptop?”

“You said you were going to help me…?”

Jungkook blinked at him.

Jimin blinked back.

They stared at each other.

Then Jungkook busted out a laugh.

“Why are you laughing?!”

He was laughing so hard, Jungkook had to bend over to relieve the cramp on his side and tears were already threatening to escape the corners of his eyes.

How long he was laughing for, he wasn’t sure. Just that the only thing that finally got him to calm down was the fact that Jimin had practically slammed his laptop shut and was now scrambling to get back on his feet.

The look of betrayal on his face was also hard to miss.

Jungkook sobered up almost instantly.

“Park, what—”

“I knew it. I knew you were just making fun of me.”

“Park—”

“I should’ve known this is just a joke to you.”

“Park—”

“Well, whatever. I don’t care. Hope you enjoyed making fun of me. I—”

“JIMIN!”

Jimin had his hand on the doorknob to his bedroom, but Jungkook was right behind him, holding him back with a firm grip on his arm.

Silence fell between them, save for the distant sound of honking cars from the ongoing traffic outside, barely audible through the closed windows, and the faint tick-tick-tick of a clock somewhere in the apartment.

Jungkook was about to loosen his fingers and let go of Jimin, but that was until he felt the trembling. It was subtle, the other boy clearly trying to keep him from noticing.

But Jungkook felt it, and because he did, he knew to better pay attention until he actually saw it too. Jimin’s shoulders were shaking slightly and he could hear the shallow breaths he was taking.

Fuck.

“Turn around.”

Jimin shook his head mutely and instead tilted his head down.

“Turn around, please,” Jungkook tried again, voice even gentler.

He still didn’t attempt to move, but he didn’t fight Jungkook when he steered him around either.

His head was still down so Jungkook used his other hand and nudged Jimin underneath his chin, urging him to lift his head and look at him.

Unlike the last time, Jimin really did have tears in his eyes this time, a drop escaping the corner of eye and tracking down his reddened cheeks when he blinked.

Clicking his tongue, Jungkook swiped a thumb across his cheek, wiping it away.

“Why are you crying?”

“Why do you think,” he managed to bite back, though his voice was weak and unsteady. “You laughed at me. I thought you wanted to help but you—”

“I meant it when I said I’d help you, Park.”

“Then why did you laugh??” the question was said with an inflection that made Jimin sound like he was whining.

It was cute.

He was cute.

Double fuck.

“Because it’s ridiculous.”

Frowning at his response, Jimin attempted to pull back from Jungkook’s hold but that only made him hold onto him tighter, not allowing him to move away from him at all.

“Excuse me?!”

“It’s ridiculous,” Jungkook repeated with more emphasis before taking a step closer to Jimin, fully closing the gap between them. They were standing so close to each other, Jungkook could hear the other boy swallow, feel the warmth of his every exhale, count the lashes that fanned his eyes. “That you thought I was helping you with your writing when you don’t actually need it. Because I know you can write. Hell, everyone knows you can write.”

“Then what—"

“Your problem is just that you can't string the words in a way that's satisfying."

"How did you—"

Jungkook shook his head, interrupting him again.

"Because I've been there before. I mean, it makes sense. If you've never felt a certain feeling before, it's understandable that you wouldn't really know how to express it well. It'll lack a sense of realism. That's why it's ideal to actually experience and feel the feelings of what you’re trying to write about. That way, you can convey it to others better."

Jimin remained silent, his only reaction was to bite down on his lip. And Jungkook couldn’t help but zero in on that simple—yet very tantalizing—motion.

Shaking his head to refocus his attention, Jungkook plowed on. "That means what you've been doing lately is right."

At this, the older looked confused.

"You’ve been hooking up with all these different guys so you can get first-hand experience, right? So it could help you write more realistic scenes.”

There was clear mortification on Jimin's face when he realized that Jungkook knew exactly what he had been trying to do with all the guys he had been with lately.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. How do you think I got so good with writing the explicit stuff?”

Jimin stared at him blankly for a moment but Jungkook could see the moment understanding of what he just said sink in when his face turned a deep shade of red.

Quirking a brow at that reaction, Jungkook tipped Jimin’s head up from under his chin to keep his gaze on him when the latter tried to look away, apparently losing the ability to hold his gaze.

“I think your problem has more to do with your partners.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean, if your partners can’t invoke enough feelings out of you when you have sex. It’s no wonder why you’re having trouble conveying those feelings in your writing. What, were they all bad in bed or something?”

Truthfully, Jungkook was just poking fun at Jimin’s previous partners with that last comment. Just the thought of random people having sex with Jimin made irritation bubble up inside Jungkook for reasons he would rather not try to analyze right now.

And the thought that they haven’t even done it properly to at least draw out the slightest bit of pleasure for Jimin, enough so that he could have something to base on for his writing? That was just selfish. It was irritating to even think about people taking advantage of Jimin, not caring if he even felt good when they—

“I…I never slept with them.”

Jungkook could practically hear the inner workings of his own brain screech to a staggering halt.

Come the fuck again?

He stared at Jimin, hoping the look on his face was conveying the full meaning of his question because in that moment, he lost the ability to express his thoughts into words.

Still blushing and looking even shier, Jimin tried to take a step away from him but Jungkook wouldn’t let him. Instead, he tightened his grip on his arm, his other hand sliding down to his hip.

Jimin cleared his throat. “I-It’s why I can’t write those kinds of scenes well…I…I never tried it before. I mean, I've watched porn and stuff but…watching versus actually feeling…it's…uhm…”

“You’re…a virgin?”

A pout appeared on Jimin’s plush lips, the bottom jutting out perceptibly and Jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on it. The other boy was looking more and more tempting every second they spent just standing there with Jimin revealing these mind-blowing tidbits about himself.

“I mean, I still did a bunch of stuff,” Jimin said rather defensively. “A lot of stuff, okay? It’s not like I’m completely new to everything. Like with Eunwoo for example, we’ve—”

But Jungkook shut him up with a thumb pressing down on his lips before he could finish his sentence.

He did not want to know what Jimin had done with Cha-fucking-Eunwoo.

“I meant,” Jungkook gritted out, brows furrowed as he stared down at him. He needed clarification. Now. “Have you ever fucked anyone or has anyone ever fucked you? And by fuck I don’t mean just oral or whatever, Park. I meant has your dick ever been in someone before, or have you ever taken a cock in that perfect little ass of yours or not.”

Jimin’s eyes widened at Jungkook’s crassness, that red flush on his face deepening even further still.

He met Jungkook’s stare for a long and quiet moment but eventually, he shook his head.

“No…” he finally admitted, his voice small.

Fucking hell.

His face will never go back to a normal shade ever again. Jimin was sure of it.

Ever since Jeon Jungkook showed up at his apartment, he had undergone different levels of embarrassment, which gave his face the ability to turn into various shades of red. And he didn’t think it would ever lose its color…at least not any time soon.

Jimin was fidgeting on his seat on the couch. Jungkook had forcefully (not like Jimin put up much of a fight anyway) gotten him to sit back down after his attempt to get away from him earlier and now they were doing…what, exactly? He wasn’t sure. But they were now both seated on the couch, him rather stiffly with his back ramrod straight, his legs pressed together with his hands on his knees, face forward and trying to avoid looking at the boy beside him while Jungkook was laid back rather casually, one arm over the back of the couch, his body half-turned towards Jimin.

As usual, the brunet was incredibly frustrating to deal with.

When was it that they first met? At this moment, Jimin couldn’t even recall. Just that he began seeing him at various writing events and then around campus, hearing about him on campus (apparently, plenty of girls and guys had a lot to say about Jungkook…specifically about the good times they’ve spent with him in bed), and then finding out he shared the same passion for writing just like Jimin.

Jeon Jungkook was an anomaly to him.

Jimin had many friends and acquaintances who had an interest in creative writing, running in the same circles as Jimin, participated in the same contests as Jimin, joining the same events as Jimin.

But Jungkook stood out.

Perhaps it was because the other boy had always been so openly hostile to Jimin for reasons he could never fathom up until one day when Namjoon told him he thought it was because Jungkook saw him as some kind of rival (Ha!), but deep down? He knew why Jungkook was different in his eyes. He just never wanted to accept it.

After all, who wanted to admit that they had a crush on someone who treated them like crap?

For the past couple of years, Jungkook had not once been nice to Jimin. They didn’t speak all that much to begin with but when they did, it was always Jungkook dropping snide remarks or just subjecting Jimin to his usual childish hostility. Even when they weren’t face-to-face, Jimin would hear passing comments from their peers about how Jungkook apparently said something unkind about him, usually after Jimin had won a contest or received any kind of recognition at some event.

It didn’t make sense to Jimin at first. Because, why? Taehyung told him that Jungkook was probably just jealous because Jimin always won over him. He welcomed this possibility at first but couldn’t accept that as the sole reason. For one, Jungkook wrote just as well as Jimin, even better a lot of the time. The brunet had won his fair share of events in the past (Jimin would know, he had been keeping tabs on Jungkook for a while now, although no one but himself knew that of course), some Jimin could never even dare to participate in because he knew his work wouldn’t get picked up.

So, he just chalked it up to Jungkook hating him…just because. Maybe it was the way he looked that rubbed Jungkook wrong? The way he acted? The way he spoke? Who knows.

Hell, he even considered that Jungkook was probably homophobic. That was quickly shot down, however, when he heard of the diverse quality of Jungkook’s partners within and out of their university. (The guy’s been getting around.)

Really, there could be any number of reasons for someone like Jeon Jungkook to hate him.

…

That is, if Jungkook actually hated him at all. Because with whatever the hell was happening right now? Jimin wasn’t so sure anymore.

Plus, there was the fact that Jungkook already claimed he didn’t hate Jimin.

But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why Jungkook was the way he was with him if that were true.

Not that that ever stopped Jimin from being interested in him.

Jimin couldn't help it. He was only human and he did have eyes after all. Jeon Jungkook was exceedingly good-looking (annoyingly so) and had a body to die for. At least that's what Jimin heard from the many rumors he had heard not just from Jungkook's hook-ups but also from others who have seen him work out at the gym because of course he was into that. Even all the other stuff he had heard about him were positive too. He had heard people talk about how funny he was, how kind and considerate and humble he was, about just how good he was to not only his friends but even to everyone else from the professors to his bed partners, even if they were only ever one-night stands.

It was a stark contrast from how Jimin knew Jungkook because he was absolutely none of those things to him.

And that piqued his interest.

Jimin had first taken notice of Jungkook when he started seeing the younger boy at the writing events he participated in. They were never properly introduced, but it was hard not to spot a new face especially when that face was, by all accounts, 100% Jimin's type. He was physically attracted to Jungkook from the start, all the more when he found out that he possessed a similar passion for writing as Jimin did. Boys who looked like Jungkook, who worked out regularly, who were also into sports and hung around with jocks, who had a reputation for being a spectacular lover…boys like him weren't passionate about something like writing. At least, they weren't supposed to be.

So, when Jimin found out that he was? Well, of course that only increased his interest and attraction for Jungkook, crappy attitude be damned. And ever since then, Jimin had kept a discrete eye on him.

But then they developed this sour sort of relationship seemingly out of nowhere. It went from casual nods of recognition whenever they saw each other in public to full-on verbally harassing one another. Jimin was sure it didn't start with him either. He never picked a fight with anyone before. So he was fairly certain it was Jungkook who started antagonizing him. Although when exactly that started and, more importantly, why...

“Relax.”

Snapping out of it, Jimin swallowed nervously and turned to look at the other boy whom he found had scooted closer to him on the couch, one leg pressing against the side of Jimin’s. His arm was still resting on the back of the couch, with a hand now hovering behind Jimin, fingers gently playing with the strands down the slender slope of of his neck.

He must have sensed Jimin’s growing nerves because Jungkook let out a resigned breath beside him.

Jimin was about to apologize but the opportunity was taken from him when he was suddenly yanked off the seat, Jungkook once again proving how much stronger he was than him when he easily manhandled him into a sitting position.

Facing him.

On his lap.

Surprised, Jimin flailed for a moment, trying to regain his balance but Jungkook held him down, his hands on his waist, keeping him not only from falling off, but also from getting away from him.

Not knowing what to do with his hands, he settled with placing them on Jungkook’s shoulders.

“You okay?”

Jimin finally met Jungkook’s gaze. He had been slowly struggling to maintain eye contact with him as the evening progressed. Or rather, the more Jimin revealed embarrassing details about himself.

Jungkook was already looking at him closely. The look on his face was serious, those doe-eyes dark, pupils fully dilated.

Jimin nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Huh?”

“For the rest of the night. Whenever I ask you something, I want you to use your words. Don’t just nod or shake your head when answering.”

The way he was speaking matched with that look on his face, Jungkook was dead serious. Jimin contemplated making a joke of it to ease the tension but…

“Okay.” His voice was barely a whisper, but he noted the slight twitch of a smile on the corner of Jungkook’s mouth when he said it.

“Good.”

That response made Jimin feel absurdly pleased for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.

God, why was this boy so damn effortlessly hot??!

Jungkook really was way too attractive for his own good. That was definitely one of the reasons why Jimin could never truly hate Jungkook despite his attitude towards him all these years. And why Jimin even developed a stupid crush on someone who had never treated him nicely before.

Call Jimin stupid or shallow or whatever…but deep down? He enjoyed all the attention Jungkook always gave him. Even if it was just to taunt him or annoy him. Even if their interactions were never good in any way.

He got off on Jungkook's incessantly involving himself with him, a part of him always so pleased with the brunet’s twisted kind of obsession with him. 

The absurdity of it all was never lost on Jimin but any further thoughts on the matter were interrupted when Jungkook’s hands started to move.

Wide-eyed, Jimin looked down when Jungkook settled both of his hands on his knees. He watched as his thumbs began drawing slow circles over his knee caps, feeling the gentleness through the thin fabric of his leggings. He was gentle, moving slowly upwards, fingers digging into him when he reached the middle of his thighs.

He was moving agonizingly slow with alternating pressure. His fingers squeezing and then loosening, caressing. When he finally reached the top of his thighs, Jungkook dug his thumbs into the middle seam of Jimin’s legs, making him gulp, the feeling that had been building in his stomach ever since the younger showed up, steadily rising.

Then those hands started to slide around behind him, slipping underneath his top, stopping again when they settled right over Jimin’s ass.

“Relax,” Jungkook said once more, right before Jimin felt his fingers flex open, and then squeeze…hard.

Jimin gasped, jumping slightly in surprise, and Jungkook took that opportunity to pull Jimin closer by the tight grip he had on his glutes.

“Oh!”

Fumbling forward, Jimin caught himself with his hands on the back of the couch on either side of Jungkook’s head, his body firmly pressed against him from his chest all the way down to his…

Jungkook was hard. Very hard. Hard and—unless he was hiding something else in his pants—big.

Not giving Jimin a chance to collect himself from what the hell was happening, Jungkook rolled his hips forward, pressing his hardness into him.

Jimin held his breath.

“You’re hard.”

For a moment, Jimin wondered if he had just said his thoughts out loud, but it wasn’t his voice just now.

“S-So are you,” Jimin stammered back, red-faced as ever.

“Pretty boy sitting on my lap, who wouldn’t be?”

Surprised by the statement and not knowing how to respond, all Jimin could do was stare at him.

“Don’t look so shocked, Park. You know what you look like.”

“I—That—Beauty is subjective. How would I have known that you think I—”

Jungkook gave his ass another squeeze and rolled his hips a second time, making Jimin gasp and fall forward and press his face onto Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Just take the damn compliment,” Jungkook murmured right into his ear, making him shiver.

All Jimin could respond with was a tiny mewl that seemed to come out straight from his throat as Jungkook continued to knead into the flesh of his glutes. With every firm press, Jimin could feel the tips of his fingers ever so slowly inch inwards until he could feel him start squeezing his cheeks apart and pushing them together.

“Jeon…”

“Jungkook,” the younger corrected.

“What?”

“You’ve called me by my first name before. Use it.”

At his silence, Jungkook let go of his ass, only for those big hands to slam back down in a loud, firm slap.

Jimin flinched and gasped in surprise, the sting unexpectedly and deliciously satisfying.

“J-Jungkook…”

“Hmm?”

“Pull them…down…”

“Pull what down?”

Jimin could hear the taunting lilt in his voice, making him pull back so he could see Jungkook’s face.

“Are you making fun of me?”

Clicking his tongue, Jungkook responded to his question with another, harder slap to his ass.

Another gasp was pulled out of him and Jimin flinched harder this time, Jungkook mistaking him for attempting to get off him but he was firmly held in place when the grip on his ass tightened.

“I thought I made it clear earlier that I’m not making fun of you? I said I’d help you, didn’t I? Everything that I’m doing and will be doing will help you. Trust me.”

Jimin had no reason to. Why should he? His inability to write sex scenes in his stories was a good thing for Jungkook. The other boy had nothing to gain by helping him in any way.

And yet…

Jimin did believe him.

“Okay…” Jimin conceded in a small voice.

“Okay,” Jungkook echoed before giving his ass another squeeze. “Now, tell me again. What do you want me to do?”

Face heated, Jimin turned his gaze away once more.

“My leggings…pull them down…please.”

Jungkook did as he was told, fingers sliding up to catch the waistband of Jimin’s leggings and pull the fabric down.

Jimin lifted himself up just enough so Jungkook could pull down his leggings and underwear fully off his ass. The brunet’s hands went right back to where it was, now massaging smooth and completely bare skin. Feeling the roughness of Jungkook’s palms directly without anything between them felt exponentially better, making Jimin sigh with content just from the feel of his touch alone.

“You like that?” Jungkook whispered into his ear.

“Mmm.”

“Words.”

“Yes, I like it…it feels good.”

“Yeah?”

Jimin was mid-nod when he felt one of Jungkook’s fingers slip between his crack right when he pulled his cheeks apart.

“What—”

He cut off gasping when he felt a finger press against his hole, not enough to slip it in, but to tease. His touch was gentle, tapping the spot before circling, tracing his rim.

“Has anyone ever played with this before?” Jungkook asked and at that same moment, Jimin could hear a bit of rustling, a bottle cap opening.

“Yes…”

“What did they do?”

“They…touched me. Just like what you’re doing now.”

“With their fingers?” Jungkook pressed further. His touch disappeared completely for a moment and when it returned, Jimin felt something cool and wet pushing against his hole.

“Y-Yes!” he gasped in surprise. Lube?

“And? Did you like it?”

Jimin could feel Jungkook start to press harder, then pull right back out, his finger going slightly deeper inside him every time.

“I…liked it…”

“What else did they use to touch you with?” His finger had reached the second knuckle and when he curled his finger, Jimin bucked his hips forward, pushing his cock and the rumpled folds of his leggings and underwear against Jungkook’s ever-present erection that was already pushing against his own jeans.

This made Jungkook react with a hiss against his ear before Jimin felt his teeth clamp over his earlobe.

“Behave,” Jungkook warned in a low voice before sticking his tongue out and slipping it into his ear, making Jimin gasp and shiver in surprise. “Answer my question.”

“Toys…they used toys…”

“Mmm…and what else?”

“That’s i-it…”

At that, Jungkook stopped moving completely and pulled away enough so he could look at Jimin in the eye.

“No one’s ever used their tongue?”

“No…?”

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

Jimin kept silent and Jungkook let out an incredulous scoff.

“Get up.”

He made to do so, nearly toppling over with the way his leggings were binding his thighs together.

“Turn around and take that all the way off.”

Doing as he was told, Jimin turned and bent over, unwittingly giving Jungkook a full view of his bare ass as he pulled his leggings off. He barely got them through his feet, still bent over when he felt Jungkook grab him by his thighs and pull him back.

Not a second later, he felt Jungkook shoving his face right between his cheeks.

Jimin yelped and the sound quickly tapered off into a prolonged moan when Jungkook inhaled loudly, obscenely, right before he gave a sloppy lick up between his crack, the flat of his tongue pressing against Jimin’s balls, gliding upwards wetly until he reached his puckering hole.

“Oh my Godddd…” Jimin's legs wobbles weakly when he felt his tongue start to trace and swirl around his delicate rim.

Jungkook apparently sensed that his ability to stand was about to fail because he circled an arm around Jimin’s thighs, supporting his weight. But that didn’t deter him from practically making out with his ass. Eager fingers persistently kept squeezing into his glutes, kneading, massaging, giving them a vulgar shake so they jiggled before slapping them and doing everything all over again. All the while, Jungkook’s mouth and tongue continued to devour Jimin like a starving caveman.

But apparently, it wasn’t enough and Jimin could actually feel the other boy try to bury his face even further into his ass. Jungkook was now shaking his head left and right in an attempt to fully dig in between his cheeks.

Jimin bent his body forward more, helping him out by pulling the fat of his own cheeks apart for him.

“Fuckkk yes,” Jungkook groaned approvingly as he dove in again.

This time, tongue first.

He pushed right into the glistening ring of muscle, slipping in as far as he could go. He pulled back shortly, only to push in again. Deeper. He set a steady pace, thrusting his tongue in and out, fucking his ass sloppily with genuine gusto.

And Jimin could only tremble with how shamelessly filthy the younger was acting right now.

Jungkook was insatiable.

And all the noises he was making? The sound of slurping and panting as Jungkook tried to catch his breath between licks and thrusts? It was overwhelming and only pushed Jimin closer to the edge.

“J-Jungkook…I’m going to come…”

His words came out in barely a whisper but Jungkook apparently heard him as he promptly stopped eating him out at the warning.

Jimin let out a gasping breath and was just about to collapse, caught between relief at the moment of reprieve and frustration that Jungkook had stopped, but the brunet caught him and settled Jimin back on his lap, this time settling his ass down directly on his—

“Oh!”

He didn’t need to turn and look to see that he was now sitting right on top of Jungkook’s exposed, rock-hard shaft. He was still wearing his jeans, the denim pulled down just to his thighs.

This made Jimin wonder if Jungkook had been stroking himself while he was eating him out. If pleasuring Jimin had turned him on enough to want to also touch himself.

Just the thought of it made Jimin shiver.

“Lay back and relax,” Jungkook ordered, nudging for Jimin to lean back into him.

Jimin wriggled his ass a little to get comfortable and he could feel that warm hardness pressing between his ass cheeks, twitch.

Jungkook moaned and squeezed Jimin’s hips in warning.

“Quit squirming unless you want me to shove my cock in you right here, right now,” he groused threateningly, making Jimin blush.

“O-Okay…”

Jungkook squeezed him again and pressed his lips onto Jimin’s exposed shoulder.

“Time to get this off.”

Looking down, Jimin watched as Jungkook began unbuttoning the rest of his top. He moved slow but precise, steadily exposing creamy flesh until he reached the last button and pulled the fabric completely open.

The top fell loosely off Jimin’s shoulders and down his arms, revealing everything.

Jungkook was quiet behind him but Jimin could practically feel his burning gaze, could sense that he was eyeing what he could of Jimin’s body from over his shoulder.

“Pretty cock for a pretty boy,” he whispered into his ear and Jimin could actually feel the hairs on his arms and legs raise with goosebumps.

He watched Jungkook’s hands slide gently towards the front of his body, one slipping over his chest, and the other circling around the base of his erection. Jimin’s breathing turned ragged in an instant as he watched Jungkook begin to move, fingers flicking then pinching a nipple into a stiff nub while the other tightened around his dick and began to pump.

“How does that feel?” he heard Jungkook ask, right before he felt the warm press of his lips against his neck.

Jimin couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side even further, giving the other boy more access to do what he will and Jungkook did just that as he started to press sweet, open-mouthed kisses on his overheated skin.

“Really good,” Jimin moaned, reaching behind him, fingers fisting into Jungkook’s hair while purposefully circling his hips and rocking back against him.

They kept at the same pace with Jimin grinding his ass into Jungkook while holding the younger's face down, keeping him pressed into the crook of his neck by the tight grip he had on his hair. Jungkook had no complaints as he continued to lick and suck hickeys into his skin, all the while playing with Jimin’s body like some kind of seasoned cellist in an orchestra.

Jungkook’s fingers did not let up, moving with apparent patience and expertise that was slowly feeling like torture for Jimin with every teasing squeeze of his nipples, every twist and pull of his shaft, and all the tender caresses over his sensitive skin in between.

“More…” he demanded, making Jungkook chuckle in amusement even with the surely painful way Jimin was still gripping his hair.

When the boy behind him made no motion to do as he said, Jimin ground his hips against him even harder.

With a grunt, Jungkook let go of his hold on Jimin and pulled his face away.

“Greedy.”

“Tease,” Jimin shot back with a petulant look on his face.

Jungkook smirked, amused.

“Give me a kiss and I’ll give you more.”

It was only when he said that did Jimin realize that for all the things they’ve done so far, they never once shared a proper kiss.

Twisting around to look at him, Jimin faced Jungkook who made no motion to close the gap between their mouths, clearly waiting for him to make the first move.

“If I kiss you, will you let me come?”

“Depends how well you kiss me.”

Taking that as a challenge, Jimin surged forward.

When they collided, Jungkook opened his mouth instantly, sticking out his tongue and nudging Jimin’s own apart to let him in. And he did, without hesitation.

He let out a gasp when he felt Jungkook’s hand wrap around his shaft again, the other, pulling him at the thigh to force his legs open even wider.

The moment Jungkook sucked his tongue into his mouth, he felt the tip of a finger press against his pucker at the same time his cock was being squeezed.

Jimin’s moan was cut off with Jungkook ravaging his mouth. He was licking into the heat of his mouth with that wicked tongue of his, stealing his breath away, swallowing every kind of noise Jimin was making all the while he continued to abuse his body with sensations from both his hands.

Their kisses were getting faster and more desperate as the tension continued to build between them and Jimin found it getting harder to breathe once more. He didn't understand what was happening and how, but every little thing Jungkook did was overwhelming him in the best way possible. Jimin had never experienced something like this with anyone before.

Now quivering on Jungkook’s lap, he could feel himself about to burst, his breathing coming out in gasps. He was barely responding to Jungkook’s kisses now. Could do nothing but breathe harshly against his mouth as Jungkook’s fingers worked faster. He was matching the pace of his tongue thrusting into his mouth with the finger he was continuously pushing and pulling wetly into his hole and the hand pumping his cock.

Body arching in response to that feeling unravelling inside him, Jimin pulled away from Jungkook and let out a scream.

“That’s it, come for me,” Jungkook rumbled against his throat before licking a long stripe up the column and nipping at his jaw.

“C-Coming!!” was all the warning Jimin could give right before he felt his entire body spasm with the force of his orgasm.

He looked down and watched as his cum shot out in bursts with Jungkook catching most of it with one hand while the other kept pumping him to the point of oversensitivity.

Jimin let out a whimper, his body shaking, which Jungkook responded to with a gentle shushing sound while pressing lingering kisses along his throat, his hands gradually slowing to a stop.

Breathing heavily, he fell back against Jungkook who let out another chuckle.

“Good?”

Turning to look at him, Jimin stared at Jungkook with a whole new appreciation. He had never come that hard before. He had never felt all that before. He has had multiple partners in the past. Even more as of late. Sure, he was still a virgin but Jimin still did a lot of other things with them, and yet…

None of them ever got to make him feel this kind of good before.

Nodding, Jimin shifted on Jungkook’s lap until he was turned halfway with him sitting with both his legs over one side and he wrapped his arms around the other boy’s neck.

“Very good,” he admitted in a small voice while staring straight into Jungkook’s eyes.

They sat like that, with Jimin still on Jungkook’s lap, and the latter keeping a close and tight hold of him with no signs of letting go any time soon.

Jimin figured that was a good sign for him to say what he was thinking.

Swallowing audibly, he opened his mouth once again.

“Is there more?”

“Do you want more?” Jungkook asked, leaning ever so slightly so their lips were centimeters apart.

“Yeah…” he admitted shyly.

“Then you’ll get more.”

Jimin bit his bottom lip at Jungkook’s response. The younger was looking at him with a serious look on his face, his eyes dark, lids hooded. It was quite unnerving…in the most delicious way possible.

Deciding to initiate properly for once, Jimin leaned into Jungkook and captured his lips for another kiss.

It was gentler this time with Jimin still coming down from his high.

Calm, but not any less sensual, what with the little gratified sounds Jimin made with every wet press of their lips and with the way he was licking into Jungkook’s mouth, tracing his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

He was slow, but deliberate, and Jungkook took it all.

When Jimin stuck out his tongue to give another little swipe over his lips, Jungkook took that chance to catch it between his teeth, pressing down slightly, enough for him to feel it without the pain.

“Who’s the tease now?” Jungkook husked when Jimin finally pulled back.

Both their breathing had increased considerably, equally getting worked up all over again.

Reaching a hand to cup Jimin’s face, Jungkook gently grazed his thumb over his cheek and began tenderly tracing the contour of his face. And when he neared the corner of his mouth, Jimin turned his head just enough to suck the finger between his lips and wetting the digit with his tongue before letting it go with a little pop.

Jimin noted the forced swallow Jungkook took and the way his eyes seemed to darken further before he spoke again. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Jungkook must have flipped a switch because whatever the hell was happening right now was not something he could have ever predicted.

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Jimin had turned frantic…and Jungkook did not hesitate to respond in kind. Their lips were locked together in a fierce open-mouthed kiss with swipes of their tongue as they both fought for control of the other.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to concede to Jimin. Letting him lead as soon as he felt those small fingers tug at his clothes.

With their combined effort, they managed to toss away his jacket and pull down his pants and underwear. Jimin only parted from him long enough to let him pull his shirt over his head and as soon as it was within sight, the blond latched onto Jungkook’s neck and started pressing rushed kisses along his throat.

“God damn,” Jungkook groaned when Jimin gave a particularly hard suck at the same time Jungkook felt those fingers again, this time around his cock.

Despite Jimin’s inexperience with actual sex, it was apparent that Jimin knew what he was doing. Whether it was from experience with the partners he had fooled around with, or from the stuff he had read from books, he wasn’t sure. Either way, Park Jimin did not move like a total novice, that was for sure.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?”

Jesus Christ.

Jungkook looked down at Jimin who was already staring up at him with wide eyes and a debauched look on his face. His lips were swollen red from all the kissing they’ve done and that only made it more appealing to Jungkook.

Fuck yes, he wanted him to suck his dick.

“Do you want to?”

Jimin nodded.

Eagerly.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He wanted to ask him just how many dicks he had sucked in the past to offer such a thing so easily. But Jungkook refrained, the idea of other guys getting those pretty lips wrapped around their—

Cursing himself inwardly to stop thinking about unnecessary shit, Jungkook jerked his head in a nod.

“Get on the bed.”

Obedient as ever, Jimin did just that.

Jungkook took himself in hand and began to stroke as he watched Jimin climb up onto the mattress. He watched him look left and right in question before he focused that look towards Jungkook.

“On your back,” he directed, to which the blond obeyed without question. “Your head at the edge of the bed facing me.”

It was apparent by the confusion on Jimin’s face that he wasn’t sure exactly how Jungkook wanted him. But as he got into position laying down and scooting up until his head fell over the edge with him looking over at Jungkook upside down, realization along with that redness Jungkook had now come to familiarize with, colored his face.

Without being prompted, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

Jungkook swore he could come right then and there.

“Fucking beautiful.”

Jimin blushed even harder but he only opened his mouth wider as he watched Jungkook approach him.

He held his cock, which was already a hard and angry red, just above Jimin's face. And the older boy lifted his head slightly, enough for his tongue to reach the sensitive underside of his shaft.

Groaning, Jungkook let go.

His thick length slapped Jimin on the face and Jungkook watched as those pretty eyes fluttered close at the same time he pressed his legs together.

Demeaning as that act was, it was clear Jimin got off from it.

“You liked that?” he growled.

Jimin’s eyes opened back up in surprise and met Jungkook’s intense gaze. For a while he didn’t say anything so Jungkook did it again.

Taking hold of himself, he lifted his cock before purposely slapping Jimin’s face with it.

This time a whimper escaped the older boy’s throat and Jungkook could see the way he started to breathe faster, his chest rising and falling at an increased pace with every second that passed.

Jungkook slapped him three more times, the last one actually making Jimin buck off the bed and let out a whine as he tried and failed to swipe his tongue over it.

The last bit of Jungkook’s patience was shot at that point.

“Open,” he ordered, his voice coming out hoarse.

He watched Jimin open his mouth the widest he could go. And without further ado, Jungkook finally pressed into that delicious heat.

As soon as he got the tip into his mouth, Jimin closed around him, his lips wrapping around him, wet and hot. He kept his mouth loose, allowing Jungkook to avoid his teeth as he slowly kept pushing in inch by delicious inch.

When he was met by resistance and gagging, he pulled all the way back and out of Jimin’s mouth, making the blond gasp as he tried to catch a breath.

He only had a moment before Jungkook pushed into his mouth again.

Push in, pull out, push in, pull out.

Jungkook did this for a while, up until he managed to get his entire length into Jimin’s mouth with zero resistance. The visual of seeing the outline of his cock down Jimin’s strained throat was maddening. He reached down and traced the bulge down the column of Jimin's neck, feeling his pulse jump while admiring how good he looked like this, face red, mouth stuffed full of Jungkook's cock, tears trailing down the corners of his eyes to the sides of his face…

“I’m going to fuck your throat now.”

Unable to say anything with his mouth otherwise preoccupied, Jimin responded by grasping at his bedsheet tightly with one hand, and sliding the other down his body until he reached between his legs.

He nodded.

Jungkook took that as his cue and pulled back.

Jimin mimicked the motion with his own hand.

Then he thrusted.

Hard.

A loud and wet noise was punched out of Jimin’s throat but he didn’t pull away. He took it without complaint and Jungkook watched as Jimin pumped his own cock with the same force.

Jungkook wasn’t sure where he wanted to look as he continued to thrust. The other boy was taking him so well, his body shuddering as Jungkook fucked his throat at a progressively increasing pace.

The noises they were making were increasingly getting louder, his own grunting with every roll of his hips matching Jimin’s moans and the continued squelching of precum mixing with the pool of saliva in his mouth.

It was driving Jungkook crazy.

He was driving Jungkook crazy.

Only when he felt Jimin’s throat close up with a gag after Jungkook gave a particularly rough and deep thrust did he finally pull out fully, allowing the blond to cough out his discomfort and catch his breath.

“Wha— Where are you going?” Jimin called out, voice raspy as Jungkook stepped away.

Keeping his eyes on Jimin, he walked over to where he dropped his jacket on the floor and hurriedly dug through one of the pockets for the small bottle of lube he had brought and already used on him earlier.

“Turn around.”

Before Jimin could even fully settle himself into the new position, Jungkook patted him on the thigh and motioned for him to scoot back towards him at the edge, this time by his legs instead of his head.

When he didn’t move fast enough, Jungkook took matters into his own hands and grabbed him by his ankles and pulled him closer to where he stood.

Jimin yelped in surprise, his ass nearly falling over the edge of the mattress before Jungkook grabbed one of his legs and settled it on his shoulder. He planted a kiss on his calf, his eyes on Jimin as he squirted lube into his hands.

“I’m going to prep you then I’m going to stuff you full with my cock, okay?”

“Y-Yes, please,” he responded breathily, voice small and laced with arousal that fully matched the pleading look on his face.

Without wasting another second, Jungkook got to work.

He grasped Jimin’s cock with one lubed hand, while the other pushed a finger straight into Jimin’s puckering hole.

It gave in easily with the lube and from being loosened just a bit earlier when Jungkook ate him out.

“Relax,” Jungkook murmured with a gentle twist and pull of Jimin’s cock when he felt that bit of resistance inside him.

A whine left Jimin’s throat as his eyes met Jungkook’s, face already looking wrecked.

He was incredibly receptive and it was messing with Jungkook's head. Both heads.

They held eye contact like that, with Jimin white-knuckling his sheets as Jungkook kept fisting his shaft while trying to get deeper with every thrust he made inside him.

The more he looked at Jimin, the way he shook on the bed as he worked his body, the more he felt like he was about to combust. Jimin was mesmerizing and Jungkook was getting worked up as much as he was right now simply by watching his beautiful body move and react to his ministrations.

It was absolute insanity the way this boy managed to evoke so much feeling and emotions out of Jungkook whether positive or negative.

He didn’t understand it.

But now wasn’t the time to think about it either. He’ll have all the time in the world to question the meaning of Park Jimin’s existence to him later.

“You’re doing well,” Jungkook purred when he finally managed to slip three fingers inside and out with ease.

And when he maneuvered those fingers around and pressed…

Jimin screamed.

His body arched off the bed but Jungkook held him down, his hold on him tight as he began thrusting his fingers into that same exact spot, hard and fast, his other hand pumping Jimin’s cock at the same pace.

“Please…please!!” Jimin cried out as he kept going, not letting up despite Jimin’s twitching and vibrating from sensitivity, his body moving every which way as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get away from Jungkook to escape him or get closer for more.

“What do you want? Tell me,” Jungkook said gruffly, his fingers working at a vicious pace now with how he continued fucking his fingers into a now-crying Jimin.

Tears and a bit of drool were leaking out of the blond as he looked at Jungkook, hair fanned around him like a halo, skin from his face down to the tips of his toes now flushed completely, breathing shallow, his entire body trembling.

“Please,” was all Jimin managed to say, his voice small and desperate.

Jungkook felt something inside him break into pieces and some form of understanding flooded his mind in that instant.

Denial. He had been in denial all this time. Denial over his feelings for Jimin.

Because right now? There was no question about just how much he wanted him.

Jungkook stopped his thrusting and slipped his fingers out, causing Jimin to whine in protest. His breaths were coming in short and erratic gasps, as if he couldn't get a proper lung-full.

“Sshhh shh, calm down baby,” he cooed as he finally got on the bed. "Breathe."

Jungkook laid himself down on the middle of the bed and without a word, he lifted Jimin towards him until the blond boy was laying on top of him, chest to chest.

Still breathing fast and shallow, Jimin looked at Jungkook with half-lidded eyes, skin covered with perspiration with strands of his hair stuck to his face.

Wordlessly, Jungkook reached up with his clean hand and ran his fingers through those blond locks, his fingers massaging his scalp as he went.

Jimin let out a kind of satisfied sound, eyes fluttering close, and so Jungkook did this for a while until he was finally breathing more steadily.

“This is your first time so you’ll set the pace until you get used to it, okay?” he informed Jimin, tone the gentlest it has been not just for that night, but ever.

A look that Jungkook couldn’t very well explain, crossed Jimin’s features, making him think that he probably realized this too.

But Jimin didn’t say anything, instead—with a little smile—he shuddered out, “Okay.”

Not breaking eye contact, Jungkook reached down between them, took hold of his stiff cock at the same time he nudged for Jimin to spread his legs.

They moved together, Jimin lifted himself enough so Jungkook could position himself.

When the tip caught Jimin’s rim, his eyes widen and his mouth fell open.

“Breathe,” Jungkook reminded again, as he guided Jimin slowly over the engorged head, holding him by his waist.

Jimin breathed in deep, and Jungkook slipped a few inches inside him on the exhale.

Those few inches were all it took for Jungkook to lose his mind.

Jimin was tight as all hell and the snail-like pace he was taking as he sunk himself ever lower was excruciating. The older was half-whimpering, half-moaning with every inch he allowed inside him and Jungkook could swear he was actually trying to kill him.

He wanted nothing more than to just slam Jimin down fully on his cock and get it over with, to start thrusting up to stop this torture.

But he shouldn’t. So, he won’t.

Instead, he waited with the patience of a fucking saint as Jimin took him in slowly. He dared not move, not even to breathe, not until Jimin finally, finally sat himself down fully.

Shuddering, Jimin fell over Jungkook, his sweaty forehead pressing against his, breathing raggedly over his mouth.

“You okay?” Jungkook asked, his own voice rough as if he had walked through a desert without water for days.

“Yes…just…you’re big…”

Despite his own discomfort, Jungkook managed a chuckle at this.

“And you’re tight as fuck.”

Jimin pulled away slightly to see Jungkook better. “I…Well, it’s because I’ve never…you know…”

Reaching up to caress his cheek, Jungkook smiled up at him. “Yeah, I know.”

Blushing, Jimin bit down on his lip.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Doing that with your lip.”

He looked at Jungkook with a puzzled look.

“Drives me insane every time you do.”

The blush on Jimin’s face deepened at that.

“Look at me.”

Gentle, dark eyes flicked back to meet his.

“Give me a kiss.”

Surprise flashed on Jimin’s face but it disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced instead with a pleased but shy smile before he lowered his face to meet Jungkook’s lips.

It started off unhurried, as if Jungkook didn’t have his cock stuffed inside the boy on top of him. But as Jimin had been all evening so far, he got worked up quickly.

The slow press of their lips turned deep and heavy. Mouths opening eagerly, their tongues intertwining, heads tilting left and right as their exchange steadily turned frenzied.

Jungkook’s hands trailed down Jimin’s back until he reached his ass and gave his cheeks a rough squeeze.

This made Jimin lift his hips slightly before lowering back down.

They kept doing this, kissing like their lives depended on it with Jungkook constantly fondling the substantial fat of Jimin's ass which only urged the boy to rock his hips more.

Before long, Jimin was fully lifting his ass off Jungkook before slamming right back down.

“Oh G-God,” Jimin moaned as he sat up and leaned back all the way, pressing his palms on the mattress behind him for support. His legs followed right after, the souls of his feet flattening on either side of Jungkook’s waist. Just like that, he rode Jungkook’s cock, uncaring of everything else besides chasing his own pleasure. "Yes, yes, hngg…"

“You’re so fucking sexy. God damn…”

Whimpering with a pleased blush on his cheeks at the compliment, Jimin began moving even faster, legs working harder as he bounced up and down Jungkook's shaft with renewed vigor.

From Jungkook’s perspective, it was hypnotizing to watch his cock appear and disappear as Jimin fucked himself. Hearing the slapping noise of Jimin’s glutes and balls every time he slammed himself down onto him, seeing the beads of precum oozing out of Jimin’s untouched dick as it flopped in the air…

But before long, Jimin began slowing down, the tremble in his legs giving away that he was getting tired.

“I…I can’t…” he whined, frustrated.

Jungkook took that as his cue.

Cock still inside him, Jungkook sat upright quickly, meeting Jimin in the middle and pressing a final kiss on those luscious lips before pushing him further still until Jimin was laid down on his back.

“If I’m too rough, let me know and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Oka—AAAHHHHH!!"

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh…FUCK.

Jungkook was an animal. That was the only way to describe him.

Jimin was looking up at Jungkook, delirious with his mouth open and (quite possibly) a dumb look on his face as Jungkook fucked him within an inch of his life.

The younger was hovering over him, a tight grip on his waist and a forearm pressed against the bed above Jimin’s head to keep him from putting all his weight on him. He was staring down at Jimin with an intense look on his face, jaw set with gritted teeth, eyes dark and fully focused, sweat dripping down his face, landing on Jimin’s heated skin.

When a drop landed right on his lip, Jimin couldn’t help but stick his tongue out and lick it into his mouth.

He watched as Jungkook’s eyes focused in on the gesture right before he lowered himself and captured them into another fierce kiss, tongue thrusting into his mouth with the intention of going down his throat.

It was sloppy, wet, and indecently loud.

God, he was great at kissing.

He was great at fucking too.

Not that Jimin had anyone else to compare him to, but he knew he was great at it anyway because he had never felt like this with anyone else before. The littlest things Jungkook did, the things that he said, they made Jimin feel so much. It was overwhelming.

He was tuned into everything that was going on. The sound of skin slapping skin…the squelching of lube as Jungkook’s cock pressed into his hole…his own moans…Jungkook’s grunts…their collective heavy and loud breathing…the sound of his bedframe creaking as Jungkook kept fucking into Jimin like a beast in heat.

It was all too much.

Jimin was so focused on everything that he was feeling that he stopped responding to Jungkook’s kisses altogether.

“Give me your tongue,” Jungkook growled on top of him, commanding.

Opening his eyes which he didn’t even realize he had closed, Jimin looked up at Jungkook who was already staring down at him, his pupils fully blown, fierce and full of desperation and lust. Jimin did as he was told, and the moment he did, Jungkook started savagely sucking his tongue into his own mouth.

Letting out another pleased moan, Jimin could only stare up at him. He felt too weak to do anything else but that and just give whatever Jungkook asked for while taking the rough beating of his cock.

When he finally let go of his tongue, the brunet started trailing heated kisses across Jimin’s face down to his ear.

“Feels so good inside you, baby.” His voice was so breathy and warm, it made Jimin shudder in pleasure. “Could fuck you all night.”

Then Jungkook started tonguing his ear, licking, slobbering, jutting his tongue at the same desperate pace he was currently doing with his cock.

Forget all night. The way Jungkook was moving, the way he was talking…Jimin was about to come.

As if he realized that Jimin was on the brink, Jungkook pulled back and settled his hands on Jimin’s shoulders, pressing him down before making a show of widening his stance and digging his knees deeper into the mattress for stability.

“I—”

Whatever JImin wanted to say was cut off as he choked on the gasp that was ripped out of him with the force of Jungkook’s thrust. He began fucking into Jimin at an even more brutal pace, the bed frame now slamming against the wall with every roll of his hips.

If he could die from fucking, Jimin was sure it would happen right here, right now.

Unable to control his own body, Jimin was practically writhing on the bed as if possessed, head thrown back with his eyes squeezed shut. When he made to sit up, Jungkook pushed him back down with a hand pressing on the base of his neck to anchor him and keep him from getting up, while the other snaked further down.

Jimin let out another shriek of pleasure when he felt that big and rough hand wrap around his length and squeeze.

The double stimulation was too much.

“I…I’m…c-coming! Jungkook!!” he cried out in warning as Jungkook’s pumping and thrusting reached an inhuman pace.

“Then come,” Jungkook gritted out, not letting up at all. He just kept going and going, uncaring that Jimin was now practically thrashing in his hold.

At the sixth thrust, something inside Jimin finally exploded and he felt his hole contract, tightening at the same time he felt his cock tense up.

Jimin swore he saw stars as much as he was sure he could hear the ringing in his ears. His release felt like a freight train crashing as his body convulsed with the strength of his orgasm.

“A-Aaahhhhh!!” he screamed in both shock and pleasure at finally being tipped over the edge.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook cursed above him, and Jimin felt him falter the next time he pulled out, and again when he forcefully pushed his cock back inside him. He did this a few more times, struggling with Jimin’s tightness until “Fuck, fuck, fuuuucckkk…”

Jimin looked over at Jungkook who had one hand still wrapped around Jimin’s softening dick, cum still oozing out of the tip and over his fingers, while the other was holding onto his own cock which he was now pumping up and down frantically, his cum shooting out in thick loads all over Jimin’s pelvis, some of which reached up to his chest.

Jungkook grunted and shook with each pull as he milked himself dry.

When he was finally done, he swallowed heavily and tried to catch his breath, body slumping tiredly.

Then he looked up, meeting Jimin’s blissed out gaze.

For a moment, the pair of them just stared at each other in silence. It was quiet save for the loud alternating inhales and exhales, their attempt at calming their breathing.

The spell was broken only when Jungkook finally tore his gaze to instead glance down at Jimin’s body…and all the cum that was now pooled there.

Without a word, the younger leaned forward and wiped his spend off of Jimin’s chest with his hand. And when he got the most of it, he moved up to his face, and held his coated fingers right over Jimin's mouth.

“Open,” Jungkook ordered albeit in a gentle voice.

Like he had all evening, Jimin obeyed without question and parted his lips easily.

Jungkook pushed his cum-covered fingers right into Jimin’s mouth, at the same time he took his other hand which was still covered with Jimin’s release and slipped it into his own.

The pair of them said nothing as they sucked each other’s cum from Jungkook’s fingers, licking them clean. When Jimin sufficiently got it all off, he swallowed. And Jungkook did the same.

Pulling his fingers back, Jungkook swiped his thumb across Jimin’s deliciously swollen bottom lip.

“Good boy.”

But before Jungkook could fully pull away, Jimin caught his retreating hand with both his own and pulled his fingers back into his mouth.

Eyes wide, Jungkook looked at him questioningly.

Jimin answered him by sticking out his tongue and shamelessly licking his fingers before sucking them back into his mouth.

Thrusting the digits between his lips obscenely, he noted the way Jungkook’s eyes visibly dilated while he watched Jimin with what he could only guess as renewed interest. And hunger.

With a final sloppy suck, Jimin fully let go of his fingers, but not before pressing a parting sultry kiss on the tips.

“More.”

November 13, 2024

Me [10:11 PM]: u doing alright?

Three days.

That was all Jungkook had in him before he finally caved and texted Jimin.

After what happened that Saturday night (which lasted until the wee hours of the next morning), Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about him.

As insane as it sounded, he was pretty sure he had fucked every possible negative feeling he had harbored for Jimin out of his mind.

Three deliciously filthy rounds of mind-blowing sex altered his brain chemistry somehow and now…

Now…he not only realized how dumb he had been, he also realized how good of a person Jimin was for tolerating all the childish bullshit he had been subjecting him to all these years.

Me [10:14 PM]: can u text me when u see this

November 16, 2024

Me [11:31 AM]: if ur free…can we pls talk?

November 19, 2024

Me [07:21 AM]: its gonna rain today

Me [07:22 AM]: just yknow

Me [07:22 AM]: be careful on ur way to uni

November 20, 2024

Me [05:22 PM]: still havent heard from u

Me [09:50 PM]: hope ur ok

November 22, 2024

Pretty Bastard [07:17 PM]: Hi

It was almost hilarious how easily Jungkook’s mood changed when he saw that one text.

Me [07:17 PM]: hey

Pretty Bastard [07:19 PM]: Sorry I haven’t replied to you until now

Pretty Bastard [07:19 PM]: I’ve been so busy writing in time for the deadline

Pretty Bastard [07:20 PM]: I just sent my submission for IYS a few minutes ago

Jungkook glanced at the date on the timestamp of their messages and it was only then that Jungkook realized that today was the last day for submissions for Into Your Seoul.

He had already submitted his story weeks earlier and distracted as he was thinking of nothing else but Jimin lately, he actually forgot about the deadline, even if it was the original reason why he had been bothering the older boy to begin with.

Me [07:21 PM]: thats great!

Me [07:22 PM]: so that night really helped then?

Pretty Bastard [07:23 PM]: Yeah

Pretty Bastard [07:23 PM]: Thank you…again

Pretty Bastard [07:24 PM]: For helping me, I mean

Pretty Bastard [07:24 PM]: That’s why I wanted to let you know that I sent my submission

Pretty Bastard [07:25 PM]: Since you helped and all

Me [07:26 PM]: ur welcome and thanks for letting me know

Me [07:28 PM]: still gonna beat u tho

Pretty Bastard [07:29 PM]: LOL

Pretty Bastard [07:29 PM]: You wish

Me [07:29 PM]: 😎

Jungkook stared at his screen, waiting for anything else but nothing came.

Was that it?

Were they just going to go back to how they were before?

Just the thought of it made Jungkook’s mood plummet back down as fast as it went up just a few seconds ago.

That couldn’t be it, right?

Not after that night.

Not after Jungkook realized how good they were together.

It wasn’t just sex. There was something there between them. A potential. Sure, it took having sex with Jimin for him to realize the complexity of his feelings for the boy, but…

Jungkook ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Should he say something? Should he apologize for everything he had said and done in the past? Would Jimin even believe him??

Jungkook didn't even know what he wanted.

No, that was a lie. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted the same thing Jimin kept asking for that night.

More.

More of what, he wasn't sure as of yet. Just that he wanted more of whatever this was between them.

These past few days, he couldn’t get Jimin out of his mind. He was all Jungkook could think about. Nothing new, seeing as he always did have the tendency to always think about the blond boy. But now it was worse, which he didn't even think was possible. And he was sure he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't—

His phone buzzed again and Jungkook was snapped out of his spiraling thoughts.

Pretty Bastard [07:38 PM]: So…I have a question

Jungkook gulped and his fingers practically flew over his screen as he typed in his reply.

Me [07:38 PM]: what is it?

Pretty Bastard [07:41 PM]: I’m thinking about submitting something for the next volume of Twisted and Turned

…

What…?

Jungkook had never known Jimin to join that event. It was one of the few Jungkook participated in and never worried about losing to Jimin. Back then, he just figured it was one of those contests that Jimin had no time for or interest in.

Knowing what he did now, he supposed Jimin had always been interested. Just that he never had the confidence to join because he didn’t think he was good enough to, what with his inability to write explicit content and all.

But now…

Me [07:43 PM]: yea?

Me [07:43 PM]: u think u can do this too?

Me [07:44 PM]: not that i think that u cant

Me [07:44 PM]: knowing u, i think u can do it

Pretty Bastard [07:46 PM]: Thank you

Pretty Bastard [07:47 PM]: I just really want to try

Pretty Bastard [07:47 PM]: Practice makes perfect and all that

Pretty Bastard [07:48 PM]: Which is why I wanted to ask

Me [07:49 PM]: ??

Pretty Bastard [07:51 PM]: Do you think you can help me this time too?

Jungkook stared and stared at that last text, his eyes bugging out in disbelief.

Maybe he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about that night.

Jimin wanted more too.

That’s what this meant, right? No way was Jimin asking for his “help” just for his writing. He knew exactly how sex felt now, and the emotions that sexual intimacy can invoke. Jungkook made sure Jimin got that when he gave him the best kind of fucking he could offer that night.

He shouldn’t need any more help.

So, was this his roundabout way of getting with Jungkook…?

…

In that moment, Jungkook realized that he was a coward when it came to Jimin. Always have and currently still. The way he treated Jimin in the past, and the way he couldn’t even build up the courage to just make a move on Jimin right now.

Yeah, he was a coward. And Jimin was a better man than he was. Not just for tolerating Jungkook all this time, but also for actually reaching out to grab what he wanted despite everything.

And Jungkook was done.

This was a chance presenting itself and he was determined not to let it slip away.

Me [07:53 PM]: r u home right now?

Pretty Boy [07:54 PM]: Yes…?

Me [07:54 PM]: im coming over

Pretty Boy [07:55 PM]: Oh 😳

Pretty Boy [07:55 PM]: Okay, sure

Pretty Boy [07:56 PM]: Have you eaten?

Pretty Boy [07:57 PM]: I’m in the middle of making dinner so…

An endeared smile was pulling at the corners of Jungkook’s lips and he had no way of stopping it.

Not that he wanted to, anyway.

Me [07:58 PM]: i havent

Pretty Boy [07:59 PM]: I’ll make a plate for you then!

Park Jimin was fucking adorable.

Me [07:59 PM]: looking forward to it

Jungkook wanted Jimin.

He probably knew this for a while now. Just that he never acknowledged it, never wanted to admit to it, not until this very moment.

He wanted him. Desperately.

More than likely a part of him probably always had, and that was why he had always been incapable of leaving Jimin well the fuck alone.

His feelings for Jimin were never as simple as admiration or jealousy or annoyance.

It was all of the above…and more. A lot more.

Because there was no denying that Jungkook was immeasurably attracted to Jimin.

He just went about expressing it all wrong this entire time because Jungkook was an immature dumbass that way. He had been hiding behind harsh words and using one excuse after another just to be able to talk to him.

But really, everything that happened between them from the first time they met up until now have just been a result of the all-consuming attraction he had for him.

It was just unfortunate that that attraction manifested in a negative way.

But now was his chance to change all that.

Me [08:03 PM]: im omw

Me [08:03 PM]: be there in 20

If he wanted to have Jimin—and there was no doubt in his mind that he did—then he had to do better.

He will be better.

Pretty Baby [08:06 PM]: Okay!

Pretty Baby [08:06 PM]: And ummm…

Pretty Baby [08:07 PM]: Just so you know, I’m not a very good cook so…

Pretty Baby [08:07 PM]: Don’t expect much, okay? 🥺

Yeah…Jungkook will definitely not screw this up.

He’ll make damn sure of it.

Me [08:10 PM]: im sure i’ll like whatever u make 😉

MY Pretty Baby [08:11 PM]: You’re a dork…okay then ☺️

Seeing Jimin’s cute response, Jungkook quickened his steps.

Fuck if he wasn’t whipped already.

"Once you make a decision,

the universe conspires to make it happen."

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

June 22, 2021

Me [DRAFT]: Hi Jimin-sunbaenim. My name is Jeon Jungkook.

Me [DRAFT]: I got your number from Leehan-hyung after the uni LitFest the other day, I hope you don’t mind! 😁

Me [DRAFT]: I just wanted to say that I really admire your work! I can’t wait to read more of |

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

August 2, 2021

Me [DRAFT]: Hey Jimin-sunbae! It’s Jeon Jungkook. 🙂

Me [DRAFT]: We were in the same writers workshop earlier.

Me [DRAFT]: This was my first time participating in |

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Yes          No

October 13, 2021

Me [DRAFT]: Happy Birthday Jimin-sunbae!! 🥳

Me [DRAFT]: This is Jeon Jungkook.

Me [DRAFT]: I know we haven’t really spoken before, but I heard it’s your birthday so I thought |

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Yes          No

December 4, 2021

Me [DRAFT]: Hi Jimin-sunbae. This is Jeon Jungkook.

Me [DRAFT]: I just read your submission for Into Your Seoul and wow. I plan on joining next year. You really inspired me to be |

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Yes          No

February 15, 2022

Me [DRAFT]: Jimin-sunbae, this is Jeon Jungkook.

Me [DRAFT]: I read the piece you wrote for the Valentine’s column.

Me [DRAFT]: It was impressive how you managed to |

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Yes          No

August 10, 2022

Me [DRAFT]: Is it true you’re dating Han Youngjin??

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

August 12, 2022

Me [10:32 AM]: hey park jimin, this is jeon jungkook

Me [10:35 AM]: i read your submission for the YA Writing Conference

Me [10:35 AM]: it was good, but i think Yoorim-noona should’ve won, no?

October 13, 2022

Me [DRAFT]: happy birthday jimin

Me [DRAFT]: sorry about my text before, i was just |

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Yes          No

November 28, 2022

Me [08:11 PM]: ur story was good

Me [08:29 PM]: dunno if it deserved 1^st place tho

December 10, 2022

Me [06:32 PM]: hey park tell ur boyfriend to remove that stick out of his ass

Me [06:32 PM]: so what if i tell people i didn’t like ur story for IYS

Me [06:33 PM]: im entitled to my own opinion

January 30, 2023

Me [11:02 AM]: idk what kinda shit u’ve been telling namjoon-hyung

Me [11:03 AM]: he just said i should quit bothering u

Me [11:03 AM]: u complaining to him about me or sumthing

April 13, 2023

Me [DRAFT]: seungjae-sunbae is going around saying u and him are dating

Me [DRAFT]: that true?

Me [DRAFT]: thought u were still with |

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Yes          No

September 19, 2023

Me [04:17 PM]: did u blackmail the judges to win or sumthing

Me [04:17 AM]: coz aint no way

October 13, 2023

Me [DRAFT]: happy birthday

Me [DRAFT]: the blond hair looks nice on y |

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Yes          No

December 6, 2023

Me [02:51 PM]: u got lucky

Me [02:52 PM]: im gonna win Into Your Seoul next year

January 8, 2024

Me [12:04 PM]: heard u broke up with ur boyfriend

May 19, 2024

Me [10:51 AM]: at least look a little grateful

Me [10:51 AM]: i even specifically came over to congratulate u

Me [10:53 AM]: u look like a weirdo scowling at ur phone like that

July 22, 2024

Me [01:10 PM]: u got the email for this year’s IYS?

Me [01:12 PM]: im gonna win it this time

September 23, 2024

Me [02:51 PM]: joon-hyung said u backed out from Into Your Seoul

Me [02:52 PM]: y?

September 25, 2024

Me [08:48 AM]: answer me

September 26, 2024

Me [12:05 PM]: helloooooo?

September 28, 2024

Me [07:19 PM]: gonna keep bothering u til u answer me

October 1, 2024

Me [12:52 PM]: still

Me [12:52 PM]: waiting

October 4, 2024

Me [04:09 PM]: u piss me off

October 16, 2024

Me [10:51 AM]: heard about u and kim jongin

Me [10:51 AM]: u 2 dating or sumthing

October 29, 2024

Me [01:19 PM]: heard u’ve been getting around park

Me [01:21 PM]: all these guys not giving u what u want or what lol

November 1, 2024

Me [12:54 AM]: whered u go? wasnt done talking to u

Me [12:59 AM]: park answer me

Me [01:03 AM]: r u with eunwoo??

Me [01:10 AM]: hello??????

November 2, 2024

Me [02:37 PM]: hey can we talk?

November 4, 2024

Me [08:39 PM]: can u quit ignoring me

Me [08:44 PM]: u know i can see when u’ve seen my txts right??

November 8, 2024

Me [07:27 PM]: heard ur seeing some guy from the music production dept

Me [07:28 PM]: so ur done with eunwoo?

Me [07:28 PM]: r u seriously gonna sleep around til u get something decent enough to write about??

November 9, 2024

Me [9:41 PM]: i’ll help you

Pretty Bastard [9:55 PM]: maps.app.com/?ll=10.014967,4.131626

Pretty Bastard [9:55 PM]: Apartment 413

November 13, 2024

Me [10:11 PM]: u doing alright?

Me [10:14 PM]: can u text me when u see this

November 16, 2024

Me [11:31 AM]: if ur free…can we pls talk?

November 19, 2024

Me [07:21 AM]: its gonna rain today

Me [07:22 AM]: just yknow

Me [07:22 AM]: be careful on ur way to uni

November 20, 2024

Me [05:22 PM]: still havent heard from u

Me [09:50 PM]: hope ur ok

November 22, 2024

Pretty Bastard [07:17 PM]: Hi

Me [07:17 PM]: hey

Pretty Bastard [07:19 PM]: Sorry I haven’t replied to you until now

Pretty Bastard [07:19 PM]: I’ve been so busy writing in time for the deadline

Pretty Bastard [07:20 PM]: I just sent my submission for IYS a few minutes ago

Me [07:21 PM]: thats great!

Me [07:22 PM]: so that night really helped then?

Pretty Bastard [07:23 PM]: Yeah

Pretty Bastard [07:23 PM]: Thank you…again

Pretty Bastard [07:24 PM]: For helping me, I mean

Pretty Bastard [07:24 PM]: That’s why I wanted to let you know that I sent my submission

Pretty Bastard [07:25 PM]: Since you helped and all

Me [07:26 PM]: ur welcome and thanks for letting me know

Me [07:28 PM]: still gonna beat u tho

Pretty Bastard [07:29 PM]: LOL

Pretty Bastard [07:29 PM]: You wish

Me [07:29 PM]: 😎

Pretty Bastard [07:38 PM]: So…I have a question

Me [07:38 PM]: what is it?

Pretty Bastard [07:41 PM]: I’m thinking about submitting something for the next volume of Twisted and Turned

Me [07:43 PM]: yea?

Me [07:43 PM]: u think u can do this too?

Me [07:44 PM]: not that i think that u cant

Me [07:44 PM]: knowing u, i think u can do it

Pretty Bastard [07:46 PM]: Thank you

Pretty Bastard [07:47 PM]: I just really want to try

Pretty Bastard [07:47 PM]: Practice makes perfect and all that

Pretty Bastard [07:48 PM]: Which is why I wanted to ask

Me [07:49 PM]: ??

Pretty Bastard [07:51 PM]: Do you think you can help me this time too?

[Pretty Bastard]

has been changed to

[Pretty Boy]

Me [07:53 PM]: r u home right now?

Pretty Boy [07:54 PM]: Yes…?

Me [07:54 PM]: im coming over

Pretty Boy [07:55 PM]: Oh 😳

Pretty Boy [07:55 PM]: Okay, sure

Pretty Boy [07:56 PM]: Have you eaten?

Pretty Boy [07:57 PM]: I’m in the middle of making dinner so…

Me [07:58 PM]: i havent

Pretty Boy [07:59 PM]: I’ll make a plate for you then!

Me [07:59 PM]: looking forward to it

[Pretty Boy]

has been changed to

[Pretty Baby]

Me [08:03 PM]: im omw

Me [08:03 PM]: be there in 20

Pretty Baby [08:06 PM]: Okay!

Pretty Baby [08:06 PM]: And ummm…

Pretty Baby [08:07 PM]: Just so you know, I’m not a very good cook so…

Pretty Baby [08:07 PM]: Don’t expect much, okay? 🥺

[Pretty Baby]

has been changed to

[MY Pretty Baby]

Me [08:10 PM]: im sure i’ll like whatever u make 😉

MY Pretty Baby [08:11 PM]: You’re a dork…okay then ☺️

November 23, 2024

Me [11:22 AM]: come back to bed

MY Pretty Baby [11:23 AM]: I’m making breakfast

Me [11:23 AM]: 😞

MY Pretty Baby [11:25 AM]: LOL I’m literally in the next room

MY Pretty Baby [11:25 AM]: Come out here

Me [11:25 AM]: too early

Me [11:26 AM]: come lay back down

MY Pretty Baby [11:27 AM]: It’s practically noon!

Me [11:27 AM]: its a saturday

MY Pretty Baby [11:28 AM]: Even so

MY Pretty Baby [11:28 AM]: Plus, we need to talk

Me [11:30 AM]: about?

MY Pretty Baby [11:28 AM]: You know what about

Me [11:30 AM]: we already talked about it last night

MY Pretty Baby [11:33 AM]: Barely

MY Pretty Baby [11:33 AM]: We need to talk properly

MY Pretty Baby [11:34 AM]: We got side-tracked last night

Me [11:34 AM]: 😏

MY Pretty Baby [11:35 AM]: Jungkook 😒

Me [11:35 AM]: sorry

Me [11:35 AM]: ok im coming

Me [11:36 AM]: but for the record

Me [11:37 AM]: i meant what i said last night and im saying it again now without the expectation of sex over our heads

Me [11:37 AM]: i really am sorry for the way ive acted all this time

MY Pretty Baby [11:39 AM]: Like a 7-year-old who didn’t know how to deal with their crush?

Me [11:39 AM]: exactly

Me [11:40 AM]: and im embarrassed ok

Me [11:40 AM]: but i’ll do better from now on

MY Pretty Baby [11:41 AM]: What do you mean?

Me [11:41 AM]: go on a date with me

Me [11:43 AM]: ???

Me [11:43 AM]: did i just hear u squeal?

MY Pretty Baby [11:45 AM]: NO

Me [11:45 AM]: then what was that noise

MY Pretty Baby [11:45 AM]: IDK

MY Pretty Baby [11:46 AM]: Shut up and come outside before the food gets cold

Me [11:46 AM]: ...

Me [11:47 AM]: cute

November 24, 2024

Me [08:46 PM]: still feels weird seeing ur replies on my phone...

MY Pretty Baby [08:48 PM]: LOL

MY Pretty Baby [08:48 PM]: In my defense, it was hard to reply to you before

Me [08:49 PM]: ?

MY Pretty Baby [08:49 PM]: Felt like you were always trying to pick a fight with me

MY Pretty Baby [08:50 PM]: I didn't know how to reply

Me [08:50 PM]: ...

Me [08:51 PM]: fuck i really am sorry 😭

Me [DRAFT]: i'll make it up to y |

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

Me [DRAFT]: thank you...for giving me a chance

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

November 26, 2024

[MY Pretty Baby]

has been changed to

[MY Pretty Baby 💘]

November 29, 2024

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [06:20 PM]: Where are we going?

Me [06:22 PM]: told you its a surprise

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [06:23 PM]: But I need to know so I’ll know what to wear

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [06:24 PM]: Need I remind you of what happened 3 days ago...

Me [06:24 PM]: wdym? our last date went great

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [06:24 PM]: I wore sweats to a fancy restaurant!! 😭

Me [06:25 PM]: and you turned heads as you should

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [06:25 PM]: But for the wrong reasons!!!

Me [06:26 PM]: okay okay

Me [06:26 PM]: want me to send you a pic of what im wearing so you can match me?

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [06:27 PM]: Yes please 🥺

Me [DRAFT]: have you always been this fucking cute???!??

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

Me [06:27 PM]: okay gimme a sec 😉

December 4, 2024

Me [09:09 AM]: wow

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:13 AM]: Hmm?

Me [09:14 AM]: did you read the email from Inkspire?

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:13 AM]: Oh! Are the winners out?

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:13 AM]: I haven’t checked my emails yet

Me [09:14 AM]: min…

Me [09:14 AM]: i got 1^st place

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:14 AM]: OMG CONGRATS KOO!! 🤩

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:15 AM]: After I read your story, I knew it was going to happen!

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:15 AM]: You worked so hard ☺️

Me [09:16 AM]: i guess…

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:17 AM]: Are you not happy??

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:17 AM]: This is what you’ve been striving for

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:18 AM]: You bested everyone, including me!

Me [09:19 AM]: yea but after i read your submission

Me [09:19 AM]: i thought you deserved to win

Me [09:19 AM]: mine was good, sure

Me [09:20 AM]: but i think yours was even better

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:20 AM]: …

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:21 AM]: You’re only saying that just because I used a play-by-play of our first time together in my story…

Me [09:22 AM]: ofc not

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:22 AM]: …

Me [09:23 AM]: …

Me [09:23 AM]: IT WAS HOT OKAY 😭

Me [09:23 AM]: i need that story to get published and printed for the world to see

Me [09:24 AM]: everyone needs to know how good i gave it to you 😤

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:25 AM]: …

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:26 AM]: I can’t even take you seriously

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:26 AM]: Bye

Me [09:26 AM]: min wait

Me [09:27 AM]: MINNIE

Me [09:28 AM]: BABY

Me [09:30 AM]: JIMIN?

Me [09:34 AM]: JIMINNNNNN 😭 😭 😭

December 9, 2024

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [01:10 PM]: You didn't have to

Me [01:12 PM]: you said you didnt get to eat lunch tho

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [01:13 PM]: But I didn't tell you that because I wanted you to bring me some

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [01:13 PM]: And in front of everyone too!

Me [01:14 PM]: i know but i wanted to

Me [01:14 PM]: and people need to know youre with me now anyway

Me [01:15 PM]: i still hear people talk about you and eunwoo 😑

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [01:16 PM]: Is my baby jealous? 🤭

Me [01:16 PM]: YES

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [01:16 PM]: Oh 😳

December 14, 2024

Me [10:06 AM]: text me when you get home okay

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [10:08 AM]: Will do!

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [10:39 AM]: Just got in

Me [10:43 AM]: ok 😘

Me [10:44 AM]: btw gyu hasnt shut up about you since you left

Me [10:44 AM]: he says you should stay over more often

Me [10:45 AM]: just that we should keep the noise down in bed lol

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [10:47 AM]: WHAT

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [10:47 AM]: OMG

Me [10:47 AM]: im not complaining

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [10:47 AM]: STOP I'M SO EMBARRASSED

Me [10:48 AM]: dont be 😏

Me [10:48 AM]: you know i love it when youre loud 😏

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [10:49 AM]: STOPPPPPP 😭

Me [10:49 AM]: 😏😏😏

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [05:11 PM]: Are you still sleeping over at my place tonight?

Me [05:17 PM]: yea

Me [05:17 PM]: unless you don't want me to? 😔

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [05:19 PM]: Of course I want you to

Me [05:20 PM]: ok good

Me [05:20 PM]: coz i brought my stuff with me lol

Me [05:21 PM]: i'll come straight over after gym okay?

MY Pretty Baby 💘 [05:22 PM]: Okay! 🥰

[MY Pretty Baby 💘]

has been changed to

[💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘]

December 16, 2024

Me [DRAFT]: it might be too soon to say this but

Me [DRAFT]: i think i lo |

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

December 20, 2024

Me [09:19 PM]: what time is your train leaving tomorrow?

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:27 PM]: 7:45

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:27 PM]: I should’ve booked something for the afternoon instead 😭

Me [09:30 PM]: you still haven’t finished packing?

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:31 PM]: No…

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:32 PM]: I had a burst of inspiration and spent the last couple hours writing

Me [09:32 PM]: you're such a nerd 🤡

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:32 PM]: HEY 😠

Me [09:33 PM]: MY nerd 😘

Me [09:33 PM]: want me to come over and help you pack?

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:34 PM]: Will you? 🥺

Me [09:35 PM]: anything for you

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [09:35 PM]: 🥰 🥰 🥰 

December 23, 2024

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [11:51 PM]: I miss you already

Me [11:53 PM]: i miss you too…

Me [11:53 PM]: a lot

Me [11:56 PM]: i'll call you again tomorrow?

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [11:56 PM]: Yes, please...

December 25, 2024

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:00 AM]: Koo!!! 💝

Me [12:00 AM]: 🎄 merry christmas minnie!!! 😘💗🎄

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:00 AM]: Merry Christmas!!!!! 🎅 🎄

Me [12:00 AM]: ha! i said it first

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:01 AM]: Nope! I said it first

Me [12:01 AM]: not on my screen 😤

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:01 AM]: You’re such a dork 😂

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:03 AM]: By the way

Me [12:04 AM]: hm?

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:05 AM]: I rebooked my return ticket

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:05 AM]: So I'll be coming back to Seoul this weekend instead

Me [12:05 AM]: !!!

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:06 AM]: I told my parents I wanted to be with you on New Years Eve

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:06 AM]: And yeah… I told them about you…

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:07 AM]: I hope that’s okay?

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:12 AM]: Koo?

Me [12:14 AM]: hey min?

💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘 [12:15 AM]: Yeah?

Me [DRAFT]: i don’t deserve you

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

Me [DRAFT]: i’m so happy you gave us a chance

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

Me [DRAFT]: would you believe me if i said tha |

[Send Message?]

Yes          No

Me [12:21 AM]: i love you

Jungkook stared at his phone screen.

He was in his childhood bedroom, and on the other side of the door he could hear his parents, his brother and his brother’s girlfriend singing Christmas songs on the karaoke machine. Outside the window, he could hear fireworks going off in the distance.

But despite all the merriment going on around him, Jungkook’s attention was solely on his cellphone as he watched the little dots appear on the screen, indicating Jimin was typing.

It disappeared after a few seconds. Then reappeared shortly after that.

This went on for a few good minutes up until it disappeared entirely without Jimin ever sending a reply.

Jungkook bit down on his lip worriedly, wondering if it was too soon. He didn't think he only said it in the spur of the moment...or did he? Was Jungkook just caught up in the honeymoon phase? He and Jimin have only been getting closer every day what with their nonstop, daily texting and calling and—up until Jimin left for Busan a few days ago—seeing each other.

But they’ve only been "officially" dating for a few weeks so far. And before that, he was practically Jimin’s bully in a way. Seriously, what did he expect? Of course Jimin didn’t feel the same way. Of course he didn’t—

His phone began to vibrate at the same time his ringtone started blaring out of its speakers.

And when he read Jimin’s contact name in the middle of the screen, indicating a call, he let out a shaky breath before clearing his throat.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

Silence.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

Mouth falling open in shock, happiness and relief washed over Jungkook in an instant.

“Why though?” he blurted out and already feeling stupid for it.

But he had to know. Despite how good (more than good to be completely honest) they’ve been together for the last few weeks, it was still just too hard to believe. Although he really wanted to.

“I know we didn’t start off like normal.”

“That’s one way of putting it. Just say it, I was a dick. I can take it.”

He could hear Jimin laugh out loud on the other end which made Jungkook smile despite his current insecurities.

“Yeah, you really were, weren’t you?”

…

“But Koo?”

“Yeah…?”

“You’re also very easy to love.”

Jungkook fell silent at that, heart skipping a beat and his stomach fluttering.

He had been trying his best to do right by Jimin ever since he stopped being in denial over his own feelings. To be fair, it required less effort on his part than he thought. Ever since he and Jimin started dating, he had come to realize just how much effort he actually had to put into being an ass towards the older boy. Praising, pampering, treating him with respect and care? All that came much more easily and naturally to Jungkook than the times he taunted and spat out bitter nonsense at him.

But could it really be all that simple? Did he really just "get the guy" despite all that he had done?

“Aaaand," Jimin continued, effectively distracting Jungkook from his moment of self-doubt. "I never told you this but I mayyyy have had a little crush on you for a while now too.”

“What!!?”

“I know, I know. Call me a masochist, I guess. God knows why I was still attracted to you when you’ve been such a brat to me for years. But…well, your obsession with me really rubbed me the right way. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just weird like that?”

Although he was pleased (and very much relieved) by the unexpected confession, Jungkook was also stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He was grateful his actions never pushed Jimin away permanently but also…wow.

A part of him always thought he was fucked up for the way he treated Jimin especially considering how they ended up together now. But did that mean Jimin was just a bit fucked up too for actually liking it—for liking Jungkook—this entire time?

Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

“Oh!” Jimin's tone had turned playful. “Also add your dick to the list of reasons why I love you. That’s a pretty big one, if you know what I mean.”

Bursting out in laughter, a huge grin spread across his face at the other boy’s ridiculousness.

At this point, Jungkook didn't even care how they ended up here… Happy… In love… Together.

He was just glad for it. Grateful, even.

And he was going to do his damnedest so they stay that way.

“Fuck…I really do love you…”

At that, Jimin let out a giggle.

[💖 MY Pretty Baby 💘]

has been changed to

[💗💗💗 MY LOVE 💗💗💗]