Seon Woo's POV:
Seon Woo was a good girlfriend.
She was kind, patient, understanding.
But she couldn't help but to worry. Things were changing and she felt it.
The video calls she and Jungkook shared used to be daily things. Then they became weekly. Then bi-weekly. And now it was bi-weekly...sometimes. Their talks had become irregular and scheduling to talk had become full of 'maybe's instead of 'definitely's.
She tried not to allow herself to get sad because she knew that he was busy. But she couldn't help the gnawing in the back of her mind that was telling her he had been busy ever since going to Seoul, yet he still used to make time for her. Now there was barely anything.
Seon Woo continued to go through a series of yoga poses in her bedroom, trying to clear her mind of negative thoughts. 'I'll just talk to him about this the next time we talk to each other,' she thought. 'No big deal.'
'No big deal at all.'
* * *
Jimin's POV:
Jimin was lying on his back on a floor mat while Taehyung suffered beside him, trying in vain to lift weights that were much too heavy. A pained grunt left Taehyung's mouth and Jimin glanced over to make sure he hadn't pulled anything.
“You okay?” he asked.
Taehyung grunted again, but no matter how loud or long his vocal exhalations were, it didn't aide his physical prowess any. The weighted bar he was trying to lift didn't budge. He released a defeated breath and let his arms fall to his sides. “No,” he said. “It would help if my friend-” he threw a pointed look in Jimin's direction. “Was actually helping me instead of scrolling through his phone.”
“How would that help?” Jimin asked, not even looking over at him. He had just received a text message notification from Jungkook and he hurriedly clicked on it. “I said I'd come as moral support, not as your workout buddy.”
Taehyung scowled when Jimin giggled at whatever was on his phone. “Whatever,” he said. “You're a bad friend. What are you doing anyway?”
“Talking to someone,” Jimin answered.
“Who?” Taehyung asked. “Boyfriend.”
“No.” Jimin scrunched up his face as he answered, conveying that that was the most ridiculous thing he had heard in a while. “Jungkook.”
“Oh. Ohh! Hmm.”
Jimin furrowed his brow in confusion at Taehyung's weird response. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Taehyung responded with a small shake of his head.
Jimin narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously. “It's obviously something. What is it? What did that 'ohh' mean?”
“Nothing,” Taehyung said again. “It's just that you get that goofy smile on your face that you used to get when Ryu Won texted you.”
Jimin's brows furrowed again and he sat up to focus more on his friend. “So?”
“So...” Taehyung shrugged. “I don't know. Seems like you kind of like him.”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Of course I like him. He's my duo partner and he's fun to be around. He's my dongsaeng.”
“You know what I mean,” Taehyung said with a quirk of his eyebrow. “It seems like you like him like him.”
Jimin scoffed. “Don't be ridiculous. You're getting all that from me smiling at a text? I smile when I get a text from you too, and I definitely don't like you!”
Taehyung shrugged and laid back down underneath his weight. “Fine,” he said. “I won't argue with you about it. Come help me buff up for this commercial audition. I don't wanna lose out to that freaking beast, Taecyeon, anymore.”
But Jimin didn't move. He was still distracted by Taehyung's accusation. “Besides...” he said. “Jungkook is straight.”
Taehyung placed his hands on the weight and attempted to lift it. Nothing. “I thought you said you didn't like him.”
“I don't.”
“Then why does it matter whether he's straight or not?”
“It doesn't. I was just saying.”
A silence falls between the two, punctuated only by Taehyung's attempts to lift.
“But...” Jimin continued. “I kind of feel like he would have sex with me?”
Taehyung laughed and gave up on his failed attempts for a moment. He sat up and looked at his friend. “What?”
“I kind of feel like he's into me,” Jimin said with a shrug of his shoulders.
“So you think he's closeted?”
“Maybe. I don't know. I don't know what he is.” He sighed. “Straight people are weird.”
Taehyung nodded in agreement. “Well, what makes you think he's interested in you in that way?”
“He flirts with me. A lot.”
“Like what? Are you sure it's flirting?”
“Yeah. Lay down here.” Jimin pointed Taehyung to a spot on the floor. Taehyung got up and laid down where Jimin instructed and Jimin laid beside him. “Do your bro friends do this to you?” He slid his hand under Taehyung's shirt and began to stroke his fingers slowly across the skin of Taehyung's abdomen. Jimin ignored the strange looks they were getting from a couple of muscle laden guys across the room.
“Umm...Nope...” Taehyung said as Jimin began to gently trail his fingernails against his friend's skin. “Nope.” Taehyung concluded. “I can say for certain that this is not bro behavior.” He sat up; Jimin followed him. “He did this to you?”
Jimin nodded. “The fingernails and everything. When we were lying in bed.”
“That's more than flirting! He was trying to seduce you!”
“Right!” Jimin agreed with a strong clap of his hands together. He was happy to know he wasn't crazy for thinking these things. “That's what I thought.”
“So what are you going to do?”
Jimin shrugged again. “Nothing.”
“Why not? Jungkook is cute. Why don't you see how far he'll let you go?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
“I can't,” Jimin said regretfully. “He has a girlfriend. And we work together. And the last time I kissed him he ran all the way back to Busan.”
“You kissed him?!” Taehyung asked, his eyes wide.
“Yeah. I kissed him after he touched me like I just showed you.”
Taehyung laughed. “Ah, I see. But he ran away?”
“Yep. Back home to Mommy.”
Taehyung laughed, most likely imagining a wide-eyed Jungkook literally running all the way back to Busan. It was an amusing image.
“What's your take on it?” Jimin asked. “As a straight man.”
“Sounds like he's confused,” Taehyung said immediately. Jimin listened intently. “Now that you said something, I do think that he's into you because – of the times that we've all hung out together – he stares at you like you're a Van Gogh painting or something. And he's always sticking to your side. But you're probably his first man crush so he's in denial. He's probably hoping it'll just go away.”
“...Will it?” Jimin asked cautiously.
“I don't know,” Taehyung said. “It could be just an ego boost for him to think that he can seduce a man. I say this as a straight man. We can be the worst. I know I was extremely flattered when you first came out as gay and told me you used to crush on me. My head inflated like a helium balloon. I don't know what it is but getting a gay man to drool over us is just validation for how hot we are.”
Jimin was looking at Taehyung with his lip curled in disgust. “That's so unattractive.”
“Well...” Taehyung lifted his shoulders. “Just being honest.”
“So he's either into me or the ego boost I give him. Great. How do I tell the difference?”
“You don't. Because you don't care. Because you're not going to do anything. Remember?”
“Right. Yeah. Of course.”
* * *
Jimin hated himself.
With Taehyung's confirmation that it did, in fact, seem like Jungkook was into him, he only took the flirtation to a new level.
“Your biceps are huge,” Jimin said. They were seated on his couch and watching a movie – a habit that they had formed after most days when they were able to get a break and go back home. When they weren't moving from hotel room to hotel room or only able to catch naps as they were moving from venue to venue in their van. Once again, Jimin had ignored his many messages from friends asking him to go out drinking in favor of staying in with Jungkook instead. His social life was taking a hit but he was getting somewhere with Jungkook. Where, he didn't know. But somewhere.
His hand was currently wrapped around Jungkook's upper arm and that was when he declared his observation and a small, gray blanket laid across the two men's laps.
Jungkook kept his eyes on the television screen but Jimin could see the small smirk that appeared on his face due to the brightness of the flickering images on his 42-inch.
Jimin didn't want him to get too smug so he followed up with: “It's a little strange paired with your baby boy face.” He pinched Jungkook's cheek just as the younger's face fell into a scowl.
“I'm not a baby,” Jungkook said.
“You look like one.” Jimin pinched harder on Jungkook's skin before Jungkook pulled his face away.
“Watch the movie, hyung,” he said with a pout.
“I'd rather watch you.” Jimin said, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips.
“Don't, hyung.” Jungkook's words came out shyly.
“Don't what? Don't watch you?”
“Just...don't.”
Jimin felt tension in Jungkook's body where his hand rested and the television screen illuminated wide, almost-frightened eyes. Jimin pouted. Maybe he had taken it far enough for tonight. He pulled away and turned towards the screen to focus on the movie, his legs pulled onto the couch and crossed underneath him and his hands resting in his lap.
He didn't even know what movie they were watching. But he tried to get into it. He thought he was starting to figure out the plot when he felt something touch his finger. It startled him and almost caused him to jump out of his skin but a glance downwards let him know that it was just Jungkook's hand touching his own.
Jimin froze, confused. His focus immediately shifted from trying to unravel the plot of the movie to trying to unravel the mysteries of what was happening in his own home.
He glanced over at Jungkook, looking for some kind of answer. Maybe Jungkook wanted something. Maybe he didn't realize his hand was in Jimin's lap instead of his own. Maybe...Jimin didn't know. And he got nothing from Jungkook who still seemed to be focused on the screen. So Jimin turned back to face the screen as well.
Weird.
Jimin tried to pick up where he left off in regards to what exactly he was watching, but it was hard to pay attention to anything except the brief amount of contact the back of his hand was making with Jungkook's. He didn't move and hardly breathed, afraid that anything sudden would cause Jungkook to pull away. And he didn't want that whether Jungkook's hand placement was an accident or not.
Jimin's thigh burned from where Jungkook's forearm rested heavily atop it. The blanket provided no barrier to the heat. It may as well have been one-ply toilet paper.
Eventually, Jimin felt Jungkook move again by only the slightest hair. So slight that he thought it may have just been his imagination or an involuntary twitch on Jungkook's part. But when it happened again and again, Jimin knew he wasn't imagining it.
Jungkook's hand brushed against his own with purpose. A timid purpose that was causing Jimin great confusion. But purpose all the same.
He put his attention back on the screen, letting Jungkook do as he would. It wasn't until Jungkook managed to hook his finger around his that he finally had some idea of what the younger man's goal was.
'He wants to hold my hand?' Jimin wondered.
He let Jungkook clumsily play with his fingers for a few more minutes before he got a little impatient. He extracted his hand from the tangled mess Jungkook had gotten them into and directly took Jungkook's hand, palm pressed firmly against palm.
He felt tension in Jungkook's body again but the younger man didn't move away. And with each passing second that the world didn't end, the tension released from his body.
Jungkook moved their hands beneath the blanket, letting them rest clasped between their bodies, before he interlaced their fingers.
Jimin held his breath and he could almost sense that Jungkook was doing the same. They had held hands before, sure. But somehow this felt...different.
* * *
Jimin and Jungkook's POV:
“Can I sleep with you tonight, hyung?”
Jimin knew it was a bad idea. But then again, everything he had been doing in regards to Jungkook had been a bad idea lately. So what was one more misstep?
That's the reasoning that allowed Jungkook – who had been relegated to the couch or the guest room ever since his runaway trip to Busan – to climb back into Jimin's bed. Jungkook snuggled under the covers and held back a content sigh. For some reason, the sheets on Jimin's bed felt so much better than the sheets in the guest room. They were warmer too.
The lights were snuffed, plummeting everything into darkness and then silence settled. But something told Jimin that it wouldn't be for long. Darkness always seemed to embolden Jungkook, making him more talkative. Jimin had figured this out a while ago when he had managed to get Jungkook to talk about one of his most embarrassing moments which involved vomit, a public presentation, and his favorite teacher's desk.
And, sure enough, after a few more seconds, Jungkook's voice piped up. “Hyung.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you not want cuddles?”
Jimin was silent for a while, considering whether he wanted to take Jungkook up on his obvious invitation or not. The last time he had taken an invitation and ran with it, the younger man had fled. Literally.
But Jimin felt he was beginning to figure out how Jungkook operated. Jungkook was much like his cat Mina when he had first bought her as a kitten. When he had first brought her home, Mina wouldn't come to Jimin no matter how much he tried to coax her out from beneath couches or behind dressers or out of hidden corners. He had to wait until she approached him. Once he did that, he found that Mina kept coming to him from then on.
Not that he wanted Jungkook to keep playing with him like this. No, not at all.
Jimin turned over on his side to face Jungkook and then moved closer until he was curled against his side, his arm draped across Jungkook's abdomen.
Jungkook released the contented sigh he had been holding in.
“...Hyung.”
“Hmm?”
“...I watched gay porn.”
Jimin went through a range of emotions in about ten seconds after Jungkook's declaration. First was surprise at the sudden topic and then confusion about why he was mentioning his porn choices in the first place and then pure amusement because Jungkook was just so unbelievable. He had to hold back a laugh. “Okay?” he said. “And?”
“It looks painful,” Jungkook said.
Jimin laughed. “Why are you bringing this up, Jungkook?”
“Because I'm curious.”
“Curious about gay sex...”
“Yeah. ...It's not weird or anything. I'm just naturally curious. My mom always told me so. I just like to know things.”
Jimin smiled. “I didn't say it was weird.” Jimin was silent for yet another moment, thinking of the best way to approach this. There were two sides that were battling in his mind. His I'm-interested-in-this-man-and-I-want-to-fuck-him side and his I-want-to-maintain-a-healthy-friendship-and-business-relationship-with-this-man side.
His want-to-fuck-him side won.
“Jungkook...” Jimin said, his voice low and seductive. “I told you I can always show you what it's like if you really want to know.”
He swore he could almost hear Jungkook's heart pounding in his chest like a scared rabbit.
“I'm not gay, hyung.”
“I know,” Jimin said exasperated. “I caught that the last few hundred times you said it. But you don't have to be gay to experiment. People do it all the time.”
Jungkook shifted a little, probably uncomfortable. Jimin involuntarily and immediately tightened his hold on him, not wanting him to run away like last time. But Jungkook didn't attempt to leave the bed or Jimin's hold.
“...I don't think my girlfriend would like that very much,” Jungkook finally said.
Jimin considered it a small victory that the other man dismissed the idea due to the fact that he was taken and not some other homophobic reasoning that he had been known to blurt in the past. Progress.
Jimin figured he should take the win and not push it but since when had Jimin ever listened to his more reasonable self?
“So you would have sex with me if you didn't have a girlfriend?” he asked boldly.
“What?” Jungkook asked. He suddenly felt a little sweaty and nervous. His heart sped up in his chest. It felt strangely like the beginnings of an anxiety attack. He chuckled nervously, hoping Jimin would let the question pass unanswered.
Luckily he did.
Jimin physically felt the tension pass through Jungkook's body so he changed the subject. “How is your girlfriend? I haven't seen you FaceTime her the past few nights.”
“Oh shoot. You're right.” Jungkook's anxiety spiked for a completely different reason at this realization. “I need to call her soon.”
Jimin fought the slight twinge of sadness and envy he felt at the thought of Jungkook's committed relationship. He then felt like a horrible person for being anything less than happy for his friend for even one second. “You better,” he said, to mask what he was feeling. “Or else she'll be upset.”
“I should invite her here and spend the day with her or something.”
“Yeah, you should. Then you can get out of my hair for a while.”
With the playful air returning, Jungkook frowned and turned to face Jimin, hugging him tight against himself. “No,” he said with exaggerated sadness. “I'm never leaving you alone.”
Jimin tried to wriggle free. “Brat.”
“That's dongsaeng to you.” Jungkook ruffled Jimin's hair roughly. “Or maybe I'm the hyung.” He fisted some of Jimin's hair and pulled.
“Ah!” Jimin shouted with shock and slight arousal as his head was pulled back against the pillow to expose his neck. Did Jungkook realize how sexual hair pulling in bed was? Sometimes he wasn't sure if Jungkook was really innocent or just pretending to be naive. He gripped Jungkook's shirt in his hands and tried to focus on willing an erection not to grow. “Let go,” he warned Jungkook between gritted teeth.
Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest. He wasn't sure why he always got like this with Jimin, where all of this bridled primal energy came from but it wasn't the first time that he felt almost beastly in his desire to play. He could definitely say in all of his times rough housing with his brother as they were growing up, it had never looked quite like this. But he didn't want to stop. Not when Jimin was writhing beneath him and whining. That only made him want to play harder.
“Make me,” he taunted.
Jimin attempted to roll his body to throw Jungkook back on his side of the bed but that only prompted Jungkook to tighten his grip in Jimin's hair and press his body down harder against Jimin's, pinning him to the bed. He slid his thigh between Jimin's legs to make Jimin lose whatever purchase he had gained by planting his feet.
Jimin groaned in the back of his throat as Jungkook's thigh pressed between his legs.
“Jungkook,” Jimin warned again, his voice coming out choked. “Let me go right now.”
“Or what?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin attempted to struggle against him, but that only made the situation worse as any movement caused him to brush against Jungkook's thigh – which was made of pure masculine muscle. Jimin's breathing grew harder. He was becoming majorly turned on.
So he was honest. “Or I'm going to come.”
Jungkook's grip on Jimin's hair finally loosened. “...What?”
Jungkook finally allowed himself to realize what kind of position they were in and his mouth opened in surprise. “Oh.”
A slightly awkward atmosphere descended on the room while Jimin waited for Jungkook to move.
But Jungkook considered something else. He cleared his throat before speaking. “You can...umm...I don't care if you...you know...” His voice was low, barely audible in the deathly quiet room.
“...Huh?” Jimin asked, wondering if he had misunderstood.
“You can...you know...do whatever...” Jungkook mumbled again, not being any clearer than he had been the first time around. But Jimin was pretty sure he understood.
“I'm not going to hump your leg like a dog,” Jimin said. “I'm not that desperate.”
“Oh...That's not what I meant. I was just...I- Never mind.” Jungkook began to pull away to turn over onto his side but Jimin stopped him.
Maybe he was that desperate.
“Only because I haven't gotten any in a little while,” he said.
Jungkook nodded hurriedly. “Yeah. It's no big deal.”
Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Jimin's hands squeeze around his thigh, holding him in place. 'Right,' he thought. 'It's no big deal. It's just you helping a friend out because you've been getting in the way of his dating life. No big deal at all.'
He ignored the suspicious signs of arousal he felt in his own body.
But when Jimin began to rut slowly against his thigh, that became a hard – pretty much impossible – task. He felt his body begin to react immediately. 'It's no big deal,' he repeated as a mantra in his mind. He conjured up the memory of a couple of guys he knew in high school who talked about how they masturbated together when watching porn. It was no big deal. Completely common between guys. Completely natural.
Jimin's breathing grew into pants as he began to rut more firmly against Jungkook's thigh. His fingers dug into the muscles he could feel beneath the soft fabric of Jungkook's black pajama sweat pants. He was a little embarrassed by how hard he was at the simple act of humping a guy's leg, but he was getting too much pleasure from the act to care.
Small moans began to slip from Jimin's lips and that didn't help Jungkook's fight against his arousal. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to ignore the sounds. That didn't work. The panting and the moaning, the thought of Jimin getting himself off on him and bringing himself to that point...Jungkook slapped a hand over Jimin's mouth, wanting to quiet him. But that had the opposite effect. Jimin released a guttural growl and held tighter onto Jungkook's thigh as he grinded against him. Jimin was holding onto him so hard that Jungkook was sure he would have fingerprint sized bruises in the morning.
A small whimper came from somewhere. It sounded different than the noises Jimin was making. Jungkook's eyes flew open when he realized it was him. He didn't have much time to be surprised, though, because Jimin nipped his hand – causing him to remove it from his mouth.
Before Jungkook could react, Jimin had turned toward him and pulled him into a full-bodied embrace. Jungkook's leg was completely sandwiched between Jimin's own but they were now more pelvis-to-pelvis than anything. And Jimin's sweet moans were now directly in his ear. Jungkook could feel his breath on his neck.
“Jimin!” he gasped out, surprised and overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of pleasure and increase of intensity.
With his leg thrown over Jungkook's hips, Jimin ground against the younger man with abandon. “Jungkook,” he moaned out. He gripped Jungkook's shoulder tightly, tethering himself to reality as pleasure washed through him in waves. “Jungkook.”
Jungkook wasn't sure when he had begun meeting Jimin's thrusts with his own, but he was. His hand traveled down to Jimin's plump bottom to press him closer with each thrust. His mind had turned off and all he could focus on was the race he was having with Jimin. The race to peak pleasure.
Jimin began to kiss along his jawline. Jungkook stretched his neck to give him better access.
“Pull my hair,” Jimin whispered in his ear. His voice was broken with lust. “I liked it when you did it earlier. Pull my hair.”
Jungkook didn't need to be told twice. He buried his hand in Jimin's hair and pulled just as he had done before.
Jimin moaned loudly. “I'm gonna come. Jungkook. I'm gonna come!”
“God!” Jungkook rolled Jimin onto his back and crashed upon him like a stormy ocean meeting the shore of a beach. He thrust his hips forward, grinding wildly against a moaning Jimin.
Jimin fell apart beautifully. When he came, his lips were open on Jungkook's name and his hips stuttered with each passing wave of pleasure.
Jungkook followed him soon after, his hips jerking forward as the waves of his orgasm fell upon him. As he was coming down from his high, his forehead fell against Jimin's and they just breathed together for a moment, breathing each other in. Jimin's full lips brushed Jungkook's but he didn't dare bring it into a kiss.
And with good judgment.
He could tell the exact second when realization began to rush into Jungkook's mind. His entire body froze and he stopped breathing. Jimin stopped breathing as well, wondering what the right course of action would be to soothe a frightened deer before it-
“Jungkook, don't-!”
Jungkook ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Don't run away...” Jimin finished, knowing he could no longer be heard. He fell back against the pillows and listened desperately to see how far Jungkook went this time. A door opened and closed not one minute later. Jimin breathed a sigh of relief.
He still ran away, but he didn't run as far as Busan. Progress.
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