Naughty Photo Model Pt. 2

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Jungkook woke up at three in the morning to sound of his phone dinging like a smoke alarm in a pizza oven.

He really tried to ignore it, but the sound wouldn't stop.

Thinking it was his brother, he picked it up and glared at the screen. It didn't blind him since he'd turned the brightness all the way down before he went to sleep.

So he could clearly see the two unknown numbers on his screen as more texts rolled in from both of them.

Lots of 'hey!'s and 'wake the fuck up's caught his eye and he unlocked the device.

Going into the first number's messages, the first few said 'Kook this is tae' all in different texts. He assigned the number the name 'Taehyungie hyung'.

Then the other number sent him a message, which he tapped on. It said 'Pretty please wake up Jungkook-ssi'.

Kook furrowed his brow and went through all the messages which stopped coming through since (he guessed) the other person was notified he read them.

The very first message that was sent ten minutes ago read 'Jungkook-ah It's Park Jimin, please read my message first'.

Park Jimin texted him.

Jungkook received a text from Park Jimin.

He jumped out of bed and ran out of his room. He slid on the rug in the hall and ended up landing on his arm, but if it was broken he'd let Jimin sign the cast.

Not really caring that it hurt, he got up and ran to Jin's room.

He knew Namjoon stayed the night, but he honestly was too happy to care as he grabbed the key from the top of the door and unlocked it.

He burst into the room, flipping the lights on and jumping into the bed with his brother and Jin's boyfriend.
"Hyung!" He yelled.

Jin was already scrambling to cover anything he never wanted Jungkook to see and when he shot a glare at the younger he sleepily yelled, "What!"

"Park Jimin has my number and he texted me," Jungkook was hovering over his brother as the older rolled his eyes and pressed his palm to his forehead.

"I know he has your number, prick! I gave it to him and Tae yesterday."

"And you didn't think to tell me!?"

"Ey, kid," Joon mumbled from beside Jin, "Be quiet."

"No, because I knew you'd freak," Seokjin rolled to his side and draped his arm over Namjoon's side.

"Stop cuddling and help me!" Jungkook grabbed the oldest's shoulder and shook him a little.

"No, it's not time to help you."

"Hyung," Jungkook almost whined, "Please, I don't know what to do."

"Look," Joon suddenly opened his eyes and glared up at the younger, "Either ask for dick and get some or be a pussy and friend zone yourself. It's that simple."

"Jin hyung, are you gonna let him indirectly call your baby brother a greedy whore?"

"Joon don't call him greedy," Jin mumbled, already comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

"Go see what he wants in another room," Joon pushed against the raven haired's forehead and Jungkook pouted as he rolled off the bed into the floor.

"I thought you loved me," Jungkook faked a sniffle as he got to the door.

"Night Jungkookie," Jin muttered.

"Turn off the light," Joon demanded.

Kook pouted and flipped the switch down before closing the door. He quietly made his way back to his own room, throwing himself into bed.
He went up to Jimin's latest message and smiled.

'We're having a party you should come.'

The address was sent through google maps below it, but Jungkook could care less.

A three a.m. party with Park Jimin and a reason to talk to him. Of course Jungkook would be there.

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So, it wasn't exactly what Jungkook expected. He thought the party would be loud and there would be drunk people fighting and maybe two really hot people making out in the corner.

What he got was a scarcely packed apartment that smelled like weed and cheap beer. There were people laying all over each other, all over the place, and a table full of presents.

"Jungkookie," someone threw themself at the distracted boy and Kook caught them when he felt like they might fall to their face.

A giggle hit his ears and he looked at this person's body.

Jimin lifted his head from Jungkook's chest a moment later and swept his hair back from his eyes, "I'm so happy you're here! You never texted me back."

If Jungkook wasn't still a bit sleepy, he'd say that Jimin was pouting.
"Sorry, I...barely woke up."

"Well, you're awake now," Jimin grabbed his hand and pulled him through the apartment, "It's Yoongi hyung's birthday today."

"Oh, is this his birthday party?"

"Mhm," Jimin nodded cutely, leading Jung to the kitchen.

The younger's eyes widened as he watched Jimin take a joint that was handed to him.

"Want some? It's really good," Jimin waved the rolled up weed in front of his face.

"Nah, Hyung'd kill me if I came home high."

"Oh, right," Jimin got a light from someone else and placed the butt between his lips, "Your stick in the mud."

"Hyung's just cautious," Kook pouted at the thought that Jimin didn't like Jin. Maybe that's why they never knew each other.

"He doesn't know how to let loose," Jimin leaned his head to the side and popped his neck. "Mm!" He took a long drag from his joint before he blew out smoke in a perfect circle.
Jimin giggled and looked at Jungkook, but he didn't see the amusement he was looking for, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Kook faked a smile.

Jimin laid the joint down in a nearby ashtray and turned to face him fully. His hand raised up to Jungkook's cheek and he whined, "Something's wrong."

"No, no," Jung pulled his hands down and shook his head, "Everything's fine, really."

Jimin glanced around then grabbed Jungkook and quickly pulled him through the apartment into a room.

Until the lights came on, Jungkook didn't know it was a bedroom.

Jimin ushered him over to the bed and they sat down, facing one another.

The music outside was faint now, and Jungkook could only swallow his nervousness.

"Have you ever gotten high before?"

"No."

"What about drinking? Have you gotten drunk?"

"I tried it, but it's just...not for me."

"Are you a virgin, too?"

Jungkook dropped his head and blushed, thankful that his long sleeve covered his chest.

"I can change that, Jungkookie," Jimin mumbled.

Kook lifted his head and furrowed his brow.

"You're very attractive. And although you seem really shy, you're one of those strong, silent types. That's hot."

"Jimin...hyung, I-"

"Your brother doesn't have to know. He can't scold you if we keep it secret," Jimin crawled towards the younger who shot up off the bed. Jimin pouted and sat back like a hurt puppy.

"Hyung, that's...a very tempting offer and you're extremely hot and really cute and all around adorable-"

"Thank you Jungkookie," Jimin giggled.

"Yeah, but, um....I can't. Not while you're high or wasted or whatever."

"Why not?" Jimin stood up, wrapping his arms around Kook's waist, his fingers just barely touching the taller's butt.

"Because you could wake up and hate me for it and I wouldn't be able to live happily if that happened."

"But you're so hot!" Jimin whined, "There's no way I could hate you."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I'm sorry I have to say no."

"I thought you liked me Jungkookie," Jimin pouted and laid his head on Jung's shoulder.

"I do. I really do, you seem amazing, but I promised Taehyung that I would try to be your friend."

"You are my friend," Jimin tilted his head back slightly and pressed a wet kiss to the taller's neck.

Jungkook pushed him away, nervously laughing as he wiped Jimin's spit off his skin.

"Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin cutely stomped his foot and crossed his arms, "Why won't you sleep with me?!"

"Ah, hyung, it's...you're really nice and it's not that I'm not attracted to you, because I am, I just...can't take advantage of you."

"You aren't taking advantage of me," Jimin stepped up to the younger once again, "I want you."

"But you aren't thinking clearly," Kook sighed, "I know being a goody two shoes isn't exactly a turn on, but I can't help it. I'm sorry."

Jimin pouted and sat down on the floor, "Will you at least walk me home? Tae already left."

"Of course," the younger smiled.
Jimin pat the floor beside him and Jungkook sat down.

The smaller male leaned into him and grabbed his left arm, pulling it around his frame, "My tummy hurts."

"Have you eaten?" Kook asked.

"No," Jimin muttered.

Jungkook's first thought was to take him to a burger place, but with Jimin on drugs it might not be the best thing to do.

"Well...let's go to my house and see what we can make."

"You have food?" Jimin leaned his head back on the younger's shoulder.

"At my house, yeah."

"Whoa...Jungkookie's house," Jimin giggled, "Is it big?"

"What?" Jung blushed.

"Your house. Is it big?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, actually."

"I thought so. Tae told me you and your brother are rich kids." The way Jimin rolled his r and said rich in English made Kook chuckle and nod.

"Yeah, our parents are doctors."

"I hate doctors," Jimin scrunched up his nose, "They always drug test me."

"Well-"

"I know, I know," Jimin sighed, "Hey, let's go get some food."

"Alright, I'll take you to my place and then to yours okay?"

"No, Tae'll make fun of me if I come home with you. He'll tease me."

"Well, where do you wanna go?"

"Your house. You have food."

"I know that hyung," Jung exhaled and tried to muster up some patience, "Where do you wanna stay the night? Like, sleep?"

Jimin was quiet for a second then he smiled and giggled, "With you of course!"

Jungkook blushed and dropped his arm from around Jimin's waist.

"Food, Kookie!" Jimin started crawling towards the door.

"Okay," the younger stood up and pulled Jimin to his feet as he chanted food over and over again.

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Jungkook snuck Jimin into his kitchen at four thirty in the morning. His parents were in the living room gathering up files so the teen had to be a ninja.

Jimin was cooperating well, taking the hint that they had to be virtually soundless.

When they made it to the kitchen Jungkook stuffed Jimin into one of the larger cabinets and then started making a bowl of cereal carelessly.

His father walked in and grabbed his coffee, only nodding to his son who he knew rose early in the mornings and went to sleep early in the evenings.

Once his dad was gone, Jungkook opened the cabinet and Jimin crawled out.

They traveled upstairs to Jungkook's room and he sat Jimin down on the bed before handing him the bowl of cereal and a spoon.

"Careful, hyung. It'll spill on you," Kook gave him a small smile.

Jimin looked at the bowl then brought it to his lips. He drank some of the milk then lowered the bowl, "That's good cum, where'd you get it?"

"It's milk hyung," Jungkook quickly sputtered out his response.

"Oh," Jimin giggled, "Why is it the color of cum, then?"

"I don't know," the younger rubbed his neck and sighed, "Eat hyung, you're hungry, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Jimin giggled and dropped the spoon into the bowl, "Kookie, do you have cartoons?"

"Uh, yeah," Kook turned on his tv and grabbed his xbox controller. Once it started up, the welcome sequence fascinating Jimin, Jung went into Netflix and Jimin giggled.

"What?"

"You're feeding me and playing Netflix. You must really think I'm cute."

"Oh, I...I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," Jimin laughed, "I know."

Jungkook brought his arms around himself and focused on finding Jimin a cartoon as he listened to the crunching of cereal.

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