Jungkook knew Jimin had a boyfriend already.
Jimin knew that too.
But Jimin's boyfriend didn't know that Jimin had Jungkook.
Jimin had recently moved in with his boyfriend, Taekyo, but Taekyo worked night shifts at a local thrift store.
So it didn't stop Jungkook from coming over and it didn't stop Jimin from giving him a copy of the front door key.
Jungkook came over every night unless Jimin told him Taekyo had the night off work.
Tonight, Taekyo was working an extra shift and wouldn't be back until ten in the morning.
Jungkook didn't waste the opportunity and he came over an hour after Taekyo left.
Jimin was in bed, cuddled up to a teddy bear Jungkook brought him two months ago. Jimin told his boyfriend he bought it at a Calvin Klein store and that's why it smells like a different cologne. But it was Jungkook's cologne, and he resprayed it every week.
Jimin used to whine that he couldn't sleep without Jungkook because it didn't smell the same when he was with Taekyo.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at the memory and slipped into bed behind the smaller male. He moved close and cuddled up to Jimin, realizing the older was naked.
Kook was a bit startled at first, because Jimin always put on something he felt sexy in before bed. Yet, the lack of clothing only fueled a fire in the younger's stomach.
"Hyung," he lightly called into Jimin's ear, "Hyung."
Jimin pulled his legs up, ass pushing against Jung's crotch and face burrowing against the teddy bear.
The younger laughed to himself, propping his body up on his right arm while his left hand grabbed Jimin's waist.
He started to lightly move his hips against Jimin's ass, but there was enough force for the older's entire body to sway slightly.
Jimin woke up eventually, after Jungkook was hard and moaning behind him.
Once he came to his senses, Jimin giggled, biting his lip as he pushed back against Jungkook.
"Took forever," Kook grumbled.
"Had a nice dream," Jimin smirked, then gasped, "You're so hard, Kookie."
Jungkook disregarded the comment and Jimin rolled over.
"Hyung," Kook growled, hand pulling on Jimin's hip.
The older frowned and gripped the younger's length, "I said 'You're so hard, Kookie'."
Jung let out a muffled moan and fell down to the sheets, "'Cause of you, Hyung."
Jimin smiled at that and pushed Jungkook to lay on his back, "Let Hyung make you feel good."
In seconds, Jimin had disappeared under the comforter and was between the taller's legs.
Jungkook held his breath until Jimin's lips were wrapped around his cock. Then he let out a deep moan that had Jimin humming over his length.
Kook slipped a hand under the sheets to Jimin's head, caressing the older's hair and whispering praises to him.
Jimin eventually started rutting down against Jung's thigh, showing that he was ready too.
Just as Jimin pushed his head down, he felt Jungkook pull him down as well. He wasn't ready for Jungkook to slip into his throat, so he gagged.
"Oh, fuck," the younger groaned, "Fuck Hyung. Fucking choke on that dick."
Jimin giggled and went back down, slowly easing Jungkook down his throat. He tried to put too much in and gagged again, earning another moan from his partner.
"Sound so fucking sexy, Hyung," Kook grumbled, pulling the sheets to the side so he could see the older.
Jimin's hair was messy and his eyes had 'sleep boogers' stuck in his lashes, but the way his jaw was dropped with spit coating everything, it made for a beautiful scene.
"Pull off Hyung. Touch yourself for me."
Jimin did as he was told, leaving his signature kiss at the tip of Kook's cock, before he leaned back and gripped his own length.
"So sexy," Jungkook smirked, gripping his own length as well. He liked the feeling of Jimin's spit on his cock; reminded him that he was sleeping with someone else's princess.
"Fuck, Kookie," Jimin whined, pushing his free hand into his hair and pulling on it, "Love it when you're rough with me."
Jungkook bit his lip and relaxed into the mattress.
Every now and then, Jimin would put on a show and masturbate in front of Jungkook just like he would if he were alone. He wouldn't filter his words or hold back his moans. Jungkook loved it.
"Make me cum, Kookie," the older whined, moving his hips lightly, "Feels so good."
Jungkook bit his lip, trying to hold himself back, but he was already close. He always came fast when Jimin gagged on his length.
"Fuck, baby," Jimin dropped his hand from his hair to his chest, rubbing his nipple and keening. "Wanna fucking cum so bad, Kookie."
"God, Hyung," Jung groaned, leaning his head back, "You sound so pretty."
Jimin giggled and brought his fingers up to his lips, "Want your fat cock up my ass, Jungkookie. Want you to cum inside me. Maybe fuck me dry," Jimin gasped and ground his hips down on the younger's thigh, "Fuck, it'd hurt so good."
"Hyung," the taller reached out and gripped the other's hip, "Keep grinding baby. Fucking hips look so fucking sexy."
Jimin let out another giggle then threw his head back, letting out a shameless moan.
"Fuck," Kook groaned.
"I'm gonna cum," Jimin whined, leaning forward so that his forehead touched Jung's, "You're gonna make me cum, Jungkookie."
"So beautiful," the younger reached up and ran his fingers down Jimin's cheek.
"You wanna taste Hyung's cum? Hm? Or do you want it on your back?"
"Taste," the taller choked out.
"Yeah?" Jimin's eyes rolled back as his body shuddered and he inhaled through clenched teeth. "Open your dirty mouth then, Kookie."
Jungkook tried to nip at Jimin's lips before he pulled away, but he wasn't fast enough, instead having to settle for getting softly bopped on his nose.
Jimin sat up on his knees and Jung dropped his jaw, the loud popping sound echoing around the room. (Kook's jaw had been messed up since he first got punched in high school.)
"Such pretty teeth," Jimin commented as he guided his length into Kook's mouth. Jimin kept a hand under Jung's chin and the other at his base, steadying himself as he slowly thrusted into the younger's cavern.
Jungkook moved his tongue around Jimin's length, trying to find the sweet spot near the middle of Jimin's shaft.
Once he swiped his tongue over it, Jimin groaned and pushed his length down Jungkook's throat.
"Bad," Jimin gritted out, "Didn't say you could touch my sweet spot."
Jungkook looked up to the older and blinked a few times, his jaw popping again as he opened wider.
"So good Kookie," Jimin pushed his hands through the other's hair and started thrusting again. "Throat opens up so good for me."
Kook swallowed around the older's tip the next time Jimin pushed forward, pulling a beautiful, broken moan from Jimin.
Seconds later the older was releasing down the taller's throat. Jungkook brought his arms up to wrap around Jimin's hips. He closed his eyes and let out a small moan, urging Jimin to make more noise.
The older started pulling back as he was finishing up, letting a few spurts fill Jungkook's mouth.
As Jimin left his throat, Jungkook gasped in, not daring to close his mouth. Jimin would get mad.
The taller felt the last of Jimin's load covering his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
"Look Kookie," Jimin sweetly said, pressing a kiss to Jung's forehead, "My dick is so wet. You didn't swallow any spit, did you?"
Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, shaking his head, "Hyung, will you ride me?"
"Of course I will," Jimin giggled, "You want lube or more spit?"
"Lube. I'm close."
"Oh? Is that so?" The smaller male smirked, sitting down on Kook's lap. He rubbed his length over the younger's, making Jungkook close his eyes and try to push Jimin away.
The older flipped his hair to the side, his head slightly turned and collar bones showing beautifully. He reached down and gripped the younger's length, spitting a big glob onto the shaft, "You have a pretty cock, Jungkookie."
"I told you to stop saying that," the taller grumbled, giving up on Jimin riding him.
"I told you I wouldn't," Jimin smirked, lifting his hips and moving forward, "But I'll give you some mercy. You're shaking, you wanna fuck me so bad."
"Hyung," Kook reached down and helped himself slip into Jimin's heat, both of them hissing at the contact.
"Still stings from yesterday," Jimin giggled, pushing his hands into his hair and tugging.
"Fuck," Kook whispered, moving his hands to Jimin's ankles. He moved the other's feet to hook over his thighs; Jimin didn't have any complaints. "So sexy, Hyung."
"I know," Jimin smirked, moving up slowly, "S'why you keep coming back."
"Fucking tease," Jung growled, "I thought you liked being full of cum."
"I do," Jimin moaned at the thought, "Especially your big loads. Taekyo can't cum that much even if he tried. Poor baby."
"Why don't you ride me then and make me cum?" Jungkook pushed his hands up to Jimin's waist, pulling him down.
Jimin let out a happy hum and rolled his hips, causing Jungkook to choke on his next breath. "Where's the fun in that, dongsaeng?"
"Hyung," the taller started lifting Jimin's hips for him, his muscles flexing and sending Jimin over his edge of collectivity.
The older started helping in lifting himself up, but he would slam down all on his own, dragging moans and gasps from Jungkook.
Eventually, Jungkook was fucking up into the older with Jimin laid across his chest and screaming as the younger's cum filled him up.
"Oh fuck," Jimin moaned, "Fucking fuck. Fuck me so good Kookie," he pushed his hips back and collapsed on top of the younger, "Don't pull out. Not yet."
"Wouldn't dream of it," the younger chuckled, giving Jimin's ass a little slap.
The older yelped then let out a short moan, lifting his head so that his eyes met Jungkook's.
"You sleepy?" Kook pushed his fingertips across Jimin's cheek.
"Yeah. But I wanna get fucked again," the older smiled, his eyes falling shut as he almost went to sleep.
The younger male chuckled, spanking his Hyung again, "You want your plug?"
"Yeah," Jimin answered lazily.
Jungkook pushed Jimin to sit up, having the older push a finger inside himself after the younger pulled out.
Jimin let out a whine as Jung reached to the nightstand and grabbed Jimin's pretty, red, glass plug.
Jimin whined once Kook pushed the toy into him, then the older fell beside the other and curled up.
Jungkook laughed and rolled to his side, pulling the covers up over the both of them.
"So, did you go to sleep naked just for me?" Jungkook smirked.
Jimin opened his eyes for a second then smiled; one of those guilty smiles.
Kook let out another chuckle, but it was interrupted by a yawn.
Jimin let out a little pouty noise, snuggling close to Jungkook and pulling the younger's arm over his waist.
The taller gladly held him, loving how dependent Jimin was on him for comfort. "Hyung."
"Yeah?"
"When are you gonna get rid of this guy?"
Jimin exhaled, then tilted his head back and kissed the underside of Jungkook's jaw, "I can't do that, baby."
Kook pouted, like always when Jimin said he wasn't leaving Taekyo. Yet, he said nothing more and he planned to come back.
"Night Kookie," Jimin whispered, pressing himself into the younger's chest.
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Jungkook woke up with Jimin's back pressed to his chest and the older's ass tucked against his crotch.
He stayed still for a few minutes, hoping to go back to sleep, but, once that didn't happen, he started rubbing Jimin's stomach; occasionally, he'd lightly squeeze Jimin's small amount of fat between his fingers.
After a few minutes, Jimin inhaled and stretched out as he rolled to his back. Jungkook let his arm fall over the older's stomach.
Jimin opened his eyes and looked to him, staring a little while before he wrapped his arm around Kook's neck and pulled the younger to his chest. "Sleep Kookie."
"I can't."
Jimin grumbled something then asked, "What time is it?"
"Eleven," a third voice said.
Jimin tensed up, then sat up, finding his boyfriend in the doorway of their bedroom. "Tae-"
"All you had to do was break up with me, Jimin. You didn't have to pull something like this."
"No, Tae," Jimin pushed himself out of bed and moved to the oldest male, "I don't wanna break up with you."
"Then why are you cheating on me?"
"I," Jimin couldn't finish, because there really was no answer that had a good reason.
Taekyo left the room and Jimin scrambled to at least get some pants on before he followed his boyfriend.
Jungkook groaned and rolled to his other side. He fluffed the pillow under his head and tried to get some more sleep.
But it wouldn't work.
He knew Jimin would be upset. He knew it. Jungkook was supposed to be responsible and always leave before Taekyo got home, but he honestly couldn't bring himself to care too much.
He cared about Jimin; hated that he knew the older male would be upset for a while.
But he didn't care that Jimin's relationship was damaged. Why would he? He loves Jimin; believes he loves Jimin more than Taekyo ever could.
Jimin says he loves Jungkook, but he wants someone older; someone who is more experienced, smarter, wiser, someone who has their life together.
Jungkook is younger, inexperienced in many feilds, smart- yet, he makes bad decisions-, and he definitely does not have his life together.
He's a college dropout with a minimum wage job and a crappy apartment that has leaks in every room. He hangs out with tattoo artists and rappers during his free time, and they usually end up drunk and occasionally in jail for a night.
But the one thing Jungkook is sure about, the one thing he relies on, is that Park Jimin makes him feel stable. Park Jimin makes him want to be a better man; maybe go back to college and get a decent job- not a doctor, but maybe a hotel manager at the very least. Park Jimin is all Jungkook knows that he needs in order to stay calm and collected- organized, even.
Jungkook grumbled and opened his eyes, meeting face to face with Jimin's teddy bear.
They held a staring contest for a few moments, then Jungkook reached out and bopped it's nose. "Guess I won't be seeing you anymore either," he whispered.
Jungkook got up, fixing his pants that had gotten rolled down to his thighs in his sleep, then grabbed his stuff from the nightstand and floor.
Once he was all suited up, he left the bedroom, the door open as he stepped into the apartment's living room.
Jimin was sitting on the back of the couch, staring at the front door with tears on his cheeks and a dullness in his eyes that Jungkook thought he took away permanently once they'd met.
The younger moved to stand in front of the smaller male and Jimin looked up. The small gulp that Jimin took enticed the taller to lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.
Jimin closed his eyes and took a shaky breath in.
Jungkook pulled away, smiling at him sadly before he walked away. He looked back a few times, finding Jimin sitting completely still.
When he opened the front door, Jimin finally spoke. "Kookie-"
Jungkook turned around, smiling as he stepped out the door, "I know, Hyung. Bye-bye."
"Bye," Jimin choked out, pulling his arms up to hold himself.
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"What happened to your fuck buddy?" Namjoon asked, flicking a peanut between Hoseok's fingers as if it were a football. (His aim had gotten a bit better. Still favored the left side a bit.)
"His boyfriend caught us," Jungkook sighed, putting his finger in the restaurant's complimentary glass of water and swirling it around, "Haven't heard from him in a few weeks."
"Not even anything about the teddy bear?" Taehyung pouted, resting his head in his hands.
"Nope. Guess he really wants to end it."
"Poor Kookie," Tae reached out and pat the youngest's head (again, another scenario in which Jungkook wasn't older).
"I'll get over it," the other shrugged.
"Get over it?" Hoseok dropped his hands to the table and received a peanut to his cheek.
"You moved the goal!" Joon complained, sitting back in his seat.
"Jeon Jungkook, you don't 'get over' someone you think you're in love with. Better yet, you don't get over someone we think you're in love with."
"Hobi-hyung-"
"No," the older cut in, "Message him, right now. Tell him to come to your place tomorrow if he wants to talk."
"Hyung, he hates my place. It's not as nice and fancy as his new place or even his old place."
"Obviously he's never been as careless as we are. You need that. Text him."
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Jungkook put on his favorite jeans and actually styled his hair; he actually cleaned his apartment a little too- just the living room where he suspected they'd be talking.
He did all this because Park Jimin agreed to come over and talk to him, actually didn't hesitate to say yes.
As soon as Jungkook sent him a text, he replied within seconds.
It made Jungkook happy, yet nervous. After two weeks he'd have to face Jimin, probably get yelled at and maybe punched.
Jimin was small, but he could be brutal and Jungkook knew that.
So, at three thirty, when he heard small knocks on his door, he gulped and stopped pacing his living room floor.
It took him a minute to actually open the door, but he was glad he did.
Jimin was there, as he expected, dressed comfortably in a sweatshirt and holding the teddy bear Jungkook couldn't seem to forget.
"Kookie," Jimin smiled, "You look healthy, how've things been?"
"Um...the hyungs have been...making me eat. They cook for me and take me out to lunch sometimes. I'm good. You?"
"Well, I haven't stopped stuffing my face, don't worry," Jimin laughed, walking into the younger's apartment. "But..."
Jungkook closed the door and followed Jimin to the couch, "But?"
"Well," Jimin curled his fingers in the teddy's fur and pursed his lips cutely to the side, "My bear lost his smell....and I find myself missing my dongsaeng."
Jungkook's heart fell past his stomach, weighing heavily against his torso as if wanting to fall out to the floor.
"Why'd you stop coming to see me?" Jimin whispered, "I really miss you, Jungkook."
The younger stared at him for the longest time, yet his eyes fell to his hand once he felt Jimin's slither into his palm. Their fingers locked and he shook his head.
"I can't do this anymore, Jimin. It hurts too much."
The older squeezed his hand and brought his other hand to Kook's cheek. He made the younger look up, then he smiled, "I know."
"I mean it this time. I really can't."
Jimin nodded, "You don't have to, Jungkook. I won't make you anymore."
"What?" Jung sniffed lightly.
Jimin let out a soft giggle then leaned forward to press a kiss to the other's nose, "I mean, I broke up with Taekyo. I moved into Seokjin's place. Someone else already got my old one."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Jimin shook his head with a smile, "It gives my next question purpose."
"What?"
Jimin smirked and moved closer, "Can I move in with you?"
Jungkook thought that
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