Jimin laid flat on his back, phone in hand as he texted Tae Hyung. The alien was having a crisis and Jimin was his designated driver in times of chaos.

Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, pouting to himself as he stared at his boyfriend.

For the passed few days, Jimin hadn't paid him any attention. He was always with Tae Hyung, texting Tae Hyung, calling Tae Hyung.

The younger started to wonder if something was going on between the two of them. Sure the two 95ers had been friends forever, but everything between Jungkook and the shorter male suddenly just stopped last week.

It was weird; especially since the day before it happened Jimin made sure to say 'I love you' more than usual.

Jungkook normally walks away and cries at this point, but today was one of those days that he had an exorbitant amount of confidence.

He walked in slowly, arms behind his back, and went to the dresser, pretending that he was looking for something.

Jimin glanced over to him, but said nothing. The room was quiet, would be silent if not for the clicks of Jimin's keyboard as he tapped along.

The younger bit his lip, and shut the drawer he was digging through before turning around to face his hyung.

Jimin still, even after the loud noise, didn't even look away from his phone.

Annoyed, Jungkook rolled his eyes and started to leave the room. Yet, as he got to the door, he reminded himself that this wasn't the way to deal with the situation.

Once again, he turned back and looked to the older male. He stared at Jimin's knees -which were brought up into the air now- and could only think one thing: I'm in love with a complete asshole.

Kook took a deep breath, then moved to the end of the bed before he slowly started to crawl up to Jimin.

The older put his legs down as he felt the bed shift, but still kept typing.

Jungkook froze, gulping before he continued. Once he was up far enough, he plopped down on Jimin's thighs, aware of how much Jimin enjoyed attention to his muscles. He was proud of them and had every right to be.

"Good afternoon, Kookie," Jimin lightly spoke.

The younger blushed, licking his lips as he tried to think of a response. His mind was totally blank beyond his end goal of getting Jimin to look at him.

Kook reached up and pressed the power button, turning off Jimin's phone.

The older blinked a few times, then dropped his phone to his chest once he realized what happened.

Kook shifted a bit, uncomfortable under Jimin's gaze. He got what he wanted, but he didn't know what to do now.

"What's up, baby?" Jimin reached down and grabbed Jung's hand.

Jungkook looked around and inhaled, calming himself down, "You're...Did I do something wrong?"

Jimin furrowed his brow, "No. Kookie, tell me what's going on."

"I-I just....you're not...you promised to make brownies with me yesterday. You didn't."

Jimin exhaled and lightly hit his forehead with his fist, "I'm sorry, babe. It totally slipped my mind."

"That's...that's just it though, you...a lot of things seem to be slipping your mind lately."

"What do you mean?"

"It's Thursday, hyung."

Jimin's small smile immediately turned to a frown, "Coffee date."

"You weren't there-"

"I know," Jimin sat up and wrapped his arms around the younger's waist, his phone falling to the mattress, "I'm so sorry."

"Is it my fault?" Jung's voice broke and he started to tear up a bit, but he wouldn't let himself full-on cry.

"No," Jimin leaned up to peck his cheek, "Absolutely not. I'm just-"

"With Tae Hyung all the time."

Jimin exhaled and nodded.

It was quiet for a bit, then Jungkook managed to ask, "Are you sleeping with him?"

Jimin was stunned for a couple seconds, then he quietly asked, "What?"

"Is that a yes?" Jungkook had taken Jimin's question as false confusion, a nervous response.

"No, Jungkook," Jimin held on to the younger's hand as Jung got up and tried to move away.

"All you had to do was break up with me, hyung-"

"Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin stood up and shouted, "What is all this about?!"

"You're ignoring me!" Kook yelled back, trying his best to pry his wrist from Jimin's grasp.

The older froze, his grip tightening on Kook. Slowly, the week replayed in his mind. All the things he'd missed, all the time he spent talking with Tae Hyung, the nights he spent away from home, all the little moments he should've been cuddling his boyfriend.

"Kookie," his voice turned sympathetic, "Baby, just punch me next time I-...God, I'm so sorry."

Jungkook's attempts to get away weren't as desperate now, and he only tugged lightly against Jimin.

"I...It's just, Tae's not doing so well. He...got fired and he can't pay his rent, so we've been looking for a place for him. He...he didn't want anyone to know, but...I don't want you to doubt me."

Jungkook stopped pulling and sniffled, a little mad at himself for jumping to conclusions.

"Tae's still just my friend, Kookie," Jimin slowly and gently pulled him into a hug, "I'm still in love with just you."

Jungkook pouted and looked away, but Jimin put his hand on the the younger's cheek and made him look at him.

"Okay? You're still my Kookie, right?" the smile that appeared on Jimin's face was enough for Jungkook to forgive him.

"Hyung," he lightly whined as he hugged Jimin back, gripping his shirt tightly.

Jimin quickly kissed the younger's cheek before he held him closer, tighter. Maybe he had been ignoring Jungkook. He hadn't been this warm all week. He remembered complaining to Tae Hyung about how cold he was.

"I'm sorry," Jung whispered, afraid to raise his voice in case he started crying.

"It's okay," Jimin lightly smiled to himself, rubbing Jungkook's back once the younger started sniffling more.

Jungkook ran his hands up Jimin's chest to his shoulders and he pulled back, just enough to see the older.

Jimin ran his fingers through the younger's hair, frowning at the dark circles under Jungkook's eyes, "Were you worried that badly?" Jimin traced one of Kook's eyes for emphasis.

Jung nodded, fingers tightening on the material of Jimin's shirt, "You're all I have. I was afraid I was losing you."

"Never," Jimin lightly smiled, his finger moving to Jung's lips and tracing them as well, "I love you."

Jung smiled, making Jimin satisfied, and rolled his eyes, "I love you too, hyung."

"Good, now kiss me," Jimin grinned slyly.

Jungkook sighed, as if it were an annoyance, but his smile never left him as he leaned into a messy kiss.

Jimin pulled him closer and Kook giggled as their noses bumped, but it was still perfect for them.

Jimin pulled away slowly, going back a couple times for small pecks. Once he was done, he sighed and looked up to the younger. "You know what's not fair?"

"What?" Jungkook furrowed his brow, gently rubbing Jimin's shoulders.

In one swift motion, Jimin spun them around and laid them both on the bed.

Jungkook giggled, gripping the older's biceps as Jimin situated himself over the younger.

"You're taller than me," Jimin pouted, running his fingers through Kook's hair.

The black haired male sighed, "I've always been taller than you."

"Yeah...hasn't stopped me before though, but...wish I was taller."

"I don't," Jungkook smiled, "I never would've gotten you to go out with me if you weren't short enough for me to make fun of."

Jimin chuckled, leaning down to leave a small kiss on Kook's forehead, "I guess you're right."

"I've always been right," he smiled, causing Jimin to playfully roll his eyes.

"Of course," the older smiled back, his hand tracing down Kook's side, where he tugged on the belt loop of the younger's jeans, "My perfect little Kookie."

"Hyung-"

"You started this," Jimin slid his hand under the younger's shirt, "You know how I am."

"Yeah, but...I just wanted you to look at me-"

"Well, I'll look at you all day and all night if you'll let me," the older's hand swept over Kook's side and he leaned down to press small kisses on his face.

"Hyung, stop," he whined, "It tickles."

A loud and sudden ding made the younger jolt beneath the older and they both looked towards Jimin's phone.

The older reached over and put it on silent before he dropped it to the floor.

"What about Tae Hyung hyung?" Jungkook ran his hands up and down Jimin's arms.

"He can survive without me for an hour or two," Jimin smiled and leaned down to the younger's neck, leaving a light peck against his skin, "Maybe longer. Who knows?"

"With you...hm..I'd say thirty minutes," Jungkook giggled.

Jimin pulled back and frowned, "Yah, I last longer than that!"

"Okay, okay!," Kook smiled, "Thirty five."

"Jeon Jungkook!" The older playfully yelled.

"An hour then, but that's all I'm giving you."

"What if you want more?"

"Then we'll take longer," Jung shrugged.

Jimin rolled his eyes then leaned back down for a short kiss.

With Jimin's roaming fingers, the situation escalated pretty quickly and before Jungkook could count to twelve his shirt was gone and jeans unbuttoned.

"Jimin," he breathed out the older's name and pushed on his shoulders, "Too fast."

Jimin nodded and pulled back, slipping his own shirt off while the younger crawled away from him.

"Hey," Jimin pouted, dropping his shirt in the floor and following Jungkook, "Where ya going?"

"To my pillow," Kook laid down, getting comfortable as Jimin laid next to him on his stomach.

The older chuckled lowly, letting his hand run up and down Kook's torso, "You're too cute sometimes, Kookie."

"Liar," Jungkook pouted, "You're either keeping secrets or lying to me. You're a terrible boyfriend."

"Yeah right," Jimin smirked, letting his hand travel to the waist band of Kook's jeans, "Does a terrible boyfriend remember exactly where to touch you?"

"Yes. That's all you know. You're terrible," Jungkook tensed up as he said this, his right hand moving to Jimin's shoulder.

"It's not all I know," the older's voice was low, enticingly so, "I know that you feel sexiest when you're on your back," he pulled the younger's zipper down then trailed his fingertips up to Kook's lips.

Their eyes locked and Jung exhaled a shaky breath.

Jimin smiled, "With your legs spread wide...my hand around your cock-"

"Your hands are tiny," the younger managed.

Jimin ignored it, realizing how close he was to breaking Jungkook's sassy front, "I know that you like it when I moan, especially in your ear. And when I play with your earrings, hell, you might as well just sign your body over to me."

"Jimin," Kook breathed out.

The older dragged his nails down Jung's torso, stopping above the band on his boxers.

"Hyung."

"I doubt you'd want your terrible boyfriend to touch you," the older was about to pull his hand away, but Jung brought it back, laying his palm over his growing bulge.

"I do," he quickly whined, "I want...I want you to-"

Jimin laughed a bit, moving to sit on his knees between Jungkook's legs.

"Hyung, please," the younger continued to move Jimin's hand on his clothed member.

"No need to beg," Jimin leaned over him, speaking lowly next to his ear, "Hyung knows what you want."

"Jimin," Kook's arms wrapped around his lover's torso.

A short chuckle came from the older's chest and Jungkook closed his eyes. He knew what came next.

Jimin moved his hand over, hooking his fingers under the waistband of the younger's boxers. A sharp inhale made Kook's stomach sink in and Jimin smiled to himself as he left short, wet kisses down his front. He stopped at the younger's navel and looked up to him.

"Look at me Jungkook," Jimin quietly demanded, dipping his tongue into Kook's belly button.

"Hyung," he jolted, a whine escaping him as he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Slowly, Jungkook opened his eyes and managed to look down as he gripped the sheets, "What?"

"You don't normally watch me do this," Jimin started tugging the remainder of the raven haired male's clothes off him, "I want you to watch this time."

"Why? It'll turn you on so much you'll cum before I get any."

Jimin stopped pulling on his clothes, the material already midway down his thighs. He gave Jungkook a look and the younger blushed.

"I'll look," he squeaked, "Please don't stop."

Jimin smiled, satisfied, as he pulled Jungkook's clothes off in a mere second.

Jungkook blinked, and in that amount of time, Jimin had already grabbed his cock and started pumping.

"Hyung," he reached down and ran his fingers over Jimin's cheek.

"I know, Jungkookie," he grabbed the younger's hand and laced their fingers together.

"More," Jungkook squeaked.

Jimin was a bit surprised. Normally, Jungkook lasted without his tongue for a while. Nevertheless he gave him what he wanted and closed his mouth around the younger's length.

"Ah!" Kook's other hand shot to Jimin's hair, "Warm," he breathed out.

Jimin quickly started licking the younger's cock, bobbing his head simultaneously.

"Hyung," he whimpered.

Jimin pulled off with a pop and looked up to the younger, "Sensitive today, aren't we?"

"I want you," Kook breathed out, "Now. I want you, now."

"I haven't even prepped you yet, baby," Jimin smiled, putting his hand back around Kook's length.

"Don't care," the younger stated, tugging on the older's hair, "Just, please."

"Kookie," Jimin moved up to give him a loving kiss, "I'm not gonna hurt my baby. I'll prep you quickly, okay? But I won't go in without stretching you a bit."

"Okay," Jungkook nodded, his cheeks furiously red as he pecked Jimin's lips.
Jimin moved over a bit, just enough to reach the nightstand and grab the lube off the top.

Jungkook pulled on his waist soon after, wanting the warmth back.
Jimin chuckled, pecking his lips before going back between the younger's legs.

"Your jeans," Jungkook lightly kicked Jimin's thigh, "Off."

The older sighed and took off the rest of his clothes then got back into position again and grabbed Jung's thighs.

He pushed his legs up, putting them in a position so that Kook could watch.

"Touch yourself, Kookie," Jimin smirked, "Looks like you need it."

"Shut up and stretch me," Kook pouted, wiggling his hips a bit.

Jimin's smirk fell and he spread his own legs just so that he could pull Jungkook's ass up to his face.

The younger gasped, not expecting to be basically laying on his shoulders.

Jimin ran his palms up and down Jung's thighs, his gaze fixed on the pulsing hole in front of him.

"Hyu-ah!," Jungkook threw his head back as Jimin started licking his hole, "Hyung!"

Jimin let his tongue move up to Kook's balls then back to his hole, pushing his muscle inside as he brought his hands to Kook's ass cheeks.

"Fu-Hyung! J-Jimin, please!"

The older closed his eyes and started to suck on the younger's hole, coaxing a groan from deep in Kook's chest.

"Jimin, just fuck me please!" He shouted, clawing into the older's thigh.

At those words, Jimin brought his head up, "Such bad words, Jungkookie."

"Please. You know what I want, so give it to me."

"Okay baby," Jimin smirked and wrapped his left arm around the younger's waist as he picked up the lube. He slicked up his fingers then brought his middle finger to Kook's entrance.

"Inside, Hyung," Kook soothingly rubbed the older's thigh.

"You have," he pushed his finger in and exhaled, "the most beautiful hole, Kookie."

"Hyung. That's dirty," he pouted, making Jimin chuckle.

"No better time to say it than now."
Soon, Jimin had three fingers squeezed into Jungkook's heat, curling them into his prostate, which elicited sweet moans from him.

"Hyung, I need you. Please, I need your cock. I need it inside," the younger was almost breathless as he spoke.

"Hyung needs you too," Jimin bit his lip.

"Then put it in," Kook whined.

"Aw, but watching your pretty hole is really nice."

"Hyung, I'll make myself cum if you don't stop playing."

Jimin slowly stopped his finger's movements then let the raven haired's back fall to the mattress. "Comfy?" Jimin asked as he lined himself up.

Kook nodded, holding his legs up and closing his eyes, "Hurry."

Jimin looked down then exhaled as he reached for the lube. He put some on his length then dripped more onto the younger's hole, spreading it around with his tip.

"Jimin, fucking please, babe."

Jimin stopped, pushing the head in before he laid over the younger, "Feel okay?"

"Yes, just bottom out," Jungkook wrapped his arms around the older and kissed his neck.

Jimin pushed in slowly, only pausing when Jung winced.

"No, keep going, please. I'm fine," he kissed a trail from Jimin's jaw down his neck.

The older complied and pushed forward again, in just a couple seconds bottoming out.

"God," Jung moaned quietly as Jimin exhaled, "You're so fucking big."

"You're tight," Jimin growled.

"It's been a week," Kook lightly laughed, placing a kiss on Jimin's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Jimin grunted, snapping his hips back against the younger's.

"You're making up for it," Kook gasped and dropped his head to the sheets again, smiling at his lover, "Really well, I might add."

Jimin smiled, his hand falling between them to stroke the younger's cock, "You're so beautiful, Jungkookie."

"Hyung," the younger blushed and ran his hand through Kook's hair.

"I'm so glad I found you," Jimin continued, "I wouldn't trade you for the world. If I ever did I'd win a trophy for being the stupidest man alive."

Kook whimpered, feeling Jimin's tip graze his sweet spot, "I love you too."

Jimin chuckled and pressed a short kiss to his love's lips, "I'm glad you can read me."

"Practice makes perfect," Jung breathed out, then reached down to grip his hyung's hips, "You should practice fucking me harder."

"Are you saying I don't fuck you perfectly?"

"No, just...you aren't right now. With this sugar-coated speed, you're never gonna get me to scream."

"So that's what you want," Jimin chuckled, "Can't say I don't like hearing it."

"Then pound me like you mean it," Kook brought Jimin's hand from his cock and put it beside his head.

Jimin captured his lover's lips in a heated kiss as he positioned his body just the right way.

Jungkook's hips came off the mattress a bit, his thighs propped up on the older's.

"Ready?" Jimin pulled a centimeter away.

"Yes."

After a few more tender thrusts, Jimin slammed his hips against the latter's, giving him the connection he desired.

"Ah, that sound!" Jungkook moaned then giggled before biting his lip and looking Jimin in the eye, "That was just a bit shy of being perfect."

Jimin shifted, angling himself a bit better before he pulled back and slammed forward once again.

Jungkook gasped, a smile stretching across his face, "That's it. Now faster."

Jimin obliged, keeping his thrusts powerful as he sped up. All his focus went to his movements and he couldn't speak. He simply listened to Kook's sounds, the moans driving him on.

"God, fuck yes! Jimin,