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As Jungkook scanned his surroundings, it dawned on him that the hotel suite was a total mess. The kind of chaos that always followed the end of a tour. That bright, exhausted energy that they didn’t know what to do with once the lights went down for the final time.

They’d been celebrating for hours, drinking and eating. Indulging in all the things they couldn’t while they still had shows to put on and promotions to do. Now, it was time for a well-earned break.

As the night wore on, they started tipsily discussing drinking games. No longer content to sip and talk as they had been, their bellies full of junk food and grease.

“Never have I ever,” Hoseok declared, dropping into a sprawl on the carpet. When everyone groaned he pouted, “Come on, it’s our last night before the break, let’s have fun!”

“We’ve played this a million times, what else is there to know?” Seokjin asked, pouring himself another drink.

“Oh, trust me I think we all still have a few skeletons in our closets.” Hoseok grinned, “Besides, this how memories are made.”

“Scared you’ll spill all your secrets, hyungie?” Taehyung blinked innocently at Seokjin, who promptly flushed to the tips of his ears, Jimin giggling next to them.

Yoongi didn’t even look up from his phone.

“This is going to end with someone crying again, isn’t it?”

“Come on hyung, please? It’ll be fun.” Namjoon chuckled beside him, nudging his foot with his own.

Yoongi looked up then, gaze flicking between Namjoon and Hoseok. His eyes crinkling fondly before he caved.

“Fine.” He tried to fight the little grin that threatened to break when Hoseok squealed with glee.

They shuffled into a loose circle on the floor. Jungkook sat between Hoseok and Yoongi, conveniently directly across from Jimin.

His skin was warm and glowing under the yellow hotel lighting. Still ethereal even fresh faced from the shower. Jungkook didn’t mean to look, but it was always a little harder to stop when he’d been drinking. So, he let his eyes drift.

“Who’s starting?” Taehyung asked, squeezing himself in between Jimin and Seokjin.

“I can start.” Jungkook looked to Namjoon in surprise. He usually wasn’t as into these types of games, but tonight seemed to be an exception.

“Alright Namjoon-ah. Start us off.” Yoongi drawled, nudging him with his shoulder.

Namjoon was a little flushed already, from the alcohol, Jungkook thought.

“Okay,” Namjoon said, pointing with his bottle. “Never have I ever… had a fan recognize me somewhere embarrassing.”

Jimin immediately groaned and took a drink. “It was one time, hyung.”

“One very memorable time,” Hoseok teased, “Just buy your sex toys online like the rest of us.”

Jungkook tried very hard not to look Jimin in the eyes.

“Ok I have one,” Taehyung said, “Never have I ever… gotten so drunk I forgot what country I was in.”

“Taehyungie, we’ve all done that.” Jimin laughed, and sure enough they all took a drink.”

Round after round, they kept on going.

“Never have I ever forgotten the choreography.” Namjoon and Seokjin bashfully drank.

“Never have I ever googled my own name.” Jungkook drank.

“Never have I ever cried during rehearsal.” All of them drank.

When it came to Jungkook’s turn again, he racked his brain to think of something, but the way Jimin had swallowed his drink during the last question was still glitching something inside of his brain, and the words were out of his mouth before he even registered what he was saying.

“Never have I ever… made out with another member.”

The room erupted in groans as everyone took a drink. Hoseok cackled, Jimin giggled, Seokjin covered his face with his free hand.

“Yah Jungkookie, hasn’t everyone at this point?” Yoongi laughed

I haven’t, Jungkook thought, trying swiftly to hide the pout he knew would appear at the feeling of being left out. Before anyone noticed, he tipped his own cup back against his lips.  

Wait. They all have? With who? Who has Jimin been kissing?

The thoughts flitted through his mind, piercing the alcohol fueled haze.

Across from him, Jimin was laughing, head tipping back, cheeks pink. Then Jungkook watched as he made eye contact with Taehyung, who blew him a kiss, which Jimin returned with a wink.

Oh. Oh.

Jungkook was too busy stewing to notice the muscle flex in Seokjin’s jaw.

“Your turn, Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon said.

Yoongi hummed, theatrically tapping a finger against his chin,

“Never have I ever… accidentally sent nudes to the wrong person.” He finished with a wicked grin.

Hoseok choked, and then drank before whining

“Hyung!”

“Sorry Hoseokie, it was too easy.” Yoongi apologized with not an ounce of sincerity while Namjoon fell against him giggling.

“Fine!” Hoseok returned with an evil glint in his eye, his eyes flicking between the two of them “Never have I ever had sex in one of the company cars!”

Namjoon and Yoongi promptly stopped laughing.

“Touche Hob-ah” Namjoon said, as they both took a sip. To Jungkook’s surprise, both Taehyung and Seokjin were also drinking.

“Wait, both of you too?” he asked, incredulous. How had they all managed? Once would be hard enough, but four separate times?

The game went on, Jungkook finding out more about the others than he thought was possible. What more could there be to know after all these years?

That they’d had a one night stand with a fan (Hoseok). That they’d hidden a relationship or hook up from the rest of the members (all of them except Jungkook). That they’d had a sex dream about one of the members (Jimin).

Jungkook’s brain went briefly offline at that revelation, specifically since Jimin decided to make eye contact with him while he drank.

Jungkook was starting to feel boring, or maybe just a little naive. It wasn’t that he’d never fucked someone in public, just never in a company car. And he’d never thought to hide a hook up from the members, why would he?

And it wasn’t that he’d never had a sex dream about one of the members. He’d had many many sex dreams about one member specifically – he was just choosing to interpret that question as meaning a singular occurrence. Rather than something that happened at least once a week.

He wasn’t sure who suggested truth or dare next, in the lull of them refilling their drinks.  Only that someone did, and that when Jimin’s eyes met his, his pulse jumped for no reason at all.

Hoseok clapped his hands once. “Alright, alright. Let’s start.”

He looked around the circle and landed on Jungkook. “Kookie, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done on tour?”

Jungkook groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do I really have to answer that?”

“Yes,” everyone chorused.

He sighed. “Fine. That time I ripped my pants mid-soundcheck, and ARMY saw my underwear.”

They howled, and Jungkook flushed at the memory. Thankful to this day it had been during a soundcheck in Japan with no phones allowed. Jungkook belatedly realised it was his turn, and thought for a moment, eyes flicking across the circle.

“Yoongi-hyung. Truth or dare.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm, dare.”

“I dare you to do a dance break,” Jungkook said, grinning.

Yoongi groaned and rolled his eyes but stood, hips rolling lazily, arms moving just enough to make the others lose it. Hoseok was crying with laughter, Namjoon doubled over where he and Jimin were clinging to each other, silently shaking with glee.

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi said, collapsing back into his spot. He shot Jungkook a mock glare. “You’re dead to me.”

He turned to Seokjin, “Your turn, hyung. Truth or dare.”

Seokjin’s eyes flicked around nervously.

“Dare.” He decided finally

Yoongi’s grinned, “Do a body shot… off Jiminie.”

The laughter spiked again, but Jungkook was too busy looking at Jimin to catch the small twitch of Taehyung’s jaw.

Seokjin hesitated, his eyes flickering just barely to the others.

“Yoongi…”

“Come on, rules are rules,” Yoongi said, tone light but unyielding.

“I don’t want to make Jiminie uncomfortable.” Seokjin said, but he was looking at Taehyung, who was sitting very still.

Jimin raised both hands, laughing a little nervously. “I showered thoroughly hyung, I promise. I’m a perfectly respectable shot glass.”

Seokjin’s smile was brittle at the edges. “Alright,” he said, voice careful.

Hoseok handed Seokjin the bottle, as Jimin took his place on the floor in the middle of the group, the top of his head almost brushing Jungkook’s crossed legs.

“Standard rules. Salt, shot, lime,” Hoseok said,

Jimin tugged his shirt up, smooth skin catching the light. Jungkook missed the look that passed between Jimin and Taehyung, too busy staring at the flawless body in front of him. Close enough to touch.

“Ready when you are, hyung.”

Seokjin hesitated only a second before shuffling forward. Smiling ruefully, though something in his shoulders looked tight. Jungkook didn’t think much of it, he was too busy watching the way Jimin’s stomach moved as he laughed. Giggling when Hoseok poked him in the ribs.

The liquor hit skin with a shimmer, pooling in his belly button. Jungkook gulped at the breathy gasp that fell from Jimin’s lips, with a soft, “Cold.”

The salt followed, a neat sprinkle across his abs, and Yoongi handed Jimin a lime wedge to place in his mouth. Jungkook tried his best not to look at the plush lips holding the fruit in place.

He was not successful.

With a quick look at the rest of them, Seokjin bent down. Quick and sure, mouth to skin, and the world seemed to tilt.

It should’ve been funny. It should’ve meant nothing.

But all Jungkook could see was the shape of Seokjin’s mouth against Jimin’s skin, the flash of his tongue collecting the salt before he turned to the liquid, lapping it up. The way Jimin’s breath caught. A tiny little sound that burned straight through him. His stomach twisted hard, jealousy flaring.

That’s when Jimin looked up, right at Jungkook.

Their eyes met for long moment. Jungkook’s pulse spiked, stomach flipping. Jealousy turning to lust so quickly his head spun.

For a heartbeat, everything else dropped away. The noise, the laughter, even the sight of Seokjin. Just Jimin’s eyes on him, bright and slightly pink from drinking. His sinful mouth parted around the lime. Jungkook’s pulse stuttered, swooping low in his belly.

Then Seokjin leaned up to take the wedge, his mouth brushing Jimin’s just barely as he bit down. Jimin’s eyes snapped away from him to look at their hyung, and the room came roaring back to life. He blinked, trying to laugh with them, but his throat was dry.

Then his gaze snagged on Taehyung.

Taehyung wasn’t laughing either. He was leaning back, braced on his hands, his legs crossed in front of him. To someone who didn’t know him, he’d think it was a casual pose. But Jungkook knew better.

His head was tilted, expression cool and sharp in a way even Jungkook had never seen before. His eyes tracked Seokjin as he straightened up, before his face glazed over with his “Everything is fine and I’m having fun” mask. It was quick, just a flicker, but Jungkook saw it. That edge. That barely contained something.

Jungkook’s stomach dropped. He knew that look. He’d seen it on himself, in interviews. In the horrifyingly accurate fan edits looking to prove his jealously over anyone else who so much as looked at Jimin.

Taehyung was jealous. The realization hit with embarrassing clarity. Of course Taehyung would be jealous, of course he’d be looking at Seokjin with murder in his eyes. Jungkook had seen it himself during never have I ever, that shared look between him and Jimin. The confirmation that wasn’t said. “Never have I ever made out with another member.”

Was it just once? Was it more than once? Was it recently? Was it more than just kissing?

Thoughts spun and churned in his mind. He swallowed hard. It made sense, so much sense.

Jungkook’s chest twisted. Because if it had meant something to Taehyung, if he felt something for Jimin, then Jungkook didn’t stand a chance. They’d always been a pair, the easy kind of close that looked like fate when you weren’t part of it.

Soulmates, they said.

Then, another thought hit him like cold water… What if they’re already together?

His heart stuttered. He looked back at them, Jimin laughing with Namjoon, Taehyung’s smiling like nothing was wrong. Seokjin, pink eared but laughing. Was that why Seokjin kept looking at Taehyung? Did he know about the two of them?  

No. Jungkook would’ve known too. Right? Still, the idea dug in and refused to leave. When things finally settled, Seokjin was ready to take his turn.  

“Namjoonie. Truth or dare.”

“After that performance? Truth.”

“What’s the most awkward thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?”

Namjoon froze, then groaned. “Oh, come on… Can I pass?”

“I just licked Jiminie!” Seokjin squawked, “Answer the question!”

Namjoon groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Fine, fine.” He hesitated, eyes darting anywhere but the circle.

“Well… one time, I was having a… uh…” he coughed, “Threesome, and I… might’ve elbowed someone in the face.”

The room exploded with hysteria.

“What?!” Seokjin shrieked.

“In my defense, the bed was smaller than it looked!” Namjoon said quickly, voice rising with the laughter. Jungkook finding it hard to even see him through the tears in his eyes.

“Anyway, they might have passed out for a second and I panicked, and somehow, I knocked into the other person, who fell off the bed. It was—” He winced. “It was a whole… domino thing. We had to stop and look for some ice packs and make sure no one had a concussion.”

“Wait how many people did you injure?” Jimin demanded between wheezes.

“Only two!” Namjoon shot back. “And everyone was fine. Eventually.”

“You’re telling me you knocked someone out during sex?” Taehyung laughed.

Namjoon groans. “Temporarily!”

Taehyung was doubled over laughing, Seokjin wiper squeaking next to him, the previous tension evaporated.  

“You’re a menace,” Seokjin managed.

Hoseok and Yoongi were floored, clutching their stomachs, and Namjoon shot them an apologetic look.

“I’m glad my shame is so amusing to all of you.”

“Hyung, that’s the best story I’ve ever heard.” Jungkook squeezed out in between breaths.

“Seriously, Namjoonie hyung, I think you might have put me off threesomes for life.” Jimin was wiping away tears, and shaking his head.

“Ah, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” Seokjin said off handedly,

And all of a sudden, Taehyung was no longer laughing. His shoulders went still, head tilting just slightly toward Seokjin, eyes narrowing for half a heartbeat. As if to say,

Really? You’re bringing that up now? After you just licked and sucked alcohol off of my probably boyfriend’s super hot abs, and now you’re implying I’m not enough to keep him satisfied?

Or something like that anyway, Jungkook thought morosely.

He was snapped from his doom spiral when Namjoon poked Taehyung with his foot,

“Truth or dare, Taehyungie.”

“Dare. Unlike you lot, I don’t kiss and tell.”

There was a smattering of laughs, when Namjoon said,

“Fine. Let’s do an easy one then. Pick someone to take a shot.”

Taehyung froze for a moment, before he nodded. Reaching for the bottle and shot glasses in the middle of the floor. He poured the shot, then moved to where Seokjin sat cross-legged, rising to his full height as he knelt in front of him.

He didn’t hand over the glass.

Instead, he caught Seokjin’s jaw in one large, firm hand, harder than Jungkook would have dared. He could see the way Taehyung’s fingers dug into the other’s cheek.

“Open up, hyung.” Taehyung’s voice was gravelly.

Seokjin obeyed immediately, his mouth falling open, his eyes fixed on Taehyung’s. There was something about the way their oldest member was looking up at Taehyung that pinged something in Jungkook’s mind. But he was too busy remembering the way Seokjin’s lips had brushed against Jimin’s to think about anything else.

Clearly Taehyung felt the same, because he didn’t pour the shot into Seokjin’s waiting mouth. Instead, he tilted it back himself, then leaned forward, hovering over Seokjin, almost spitting the liquor between their lips.

To Jungkook’s surprise, Seokjin waited, holding the shot in his open mouth, even when Taehyung leaned back, their gaze never wavering.

Taehyung smirked, thumb brushing the corner of Seokjin’s mouth.

“Swallow.”

Seokjin gulped hard, eyes wide, face flushed. Jimin coughed next to them, and Taehyung finally released him. Sitting back down.

“Truth or dare?” Taehyung said to Jimin, who’s gaze was pinging between the two, Jungkook noted with a pang.

Jimin’s voice was unsure when he replied, “Dare.”

“You said you’d had a sex dream about one of us, right?” Taehyung asked.

Jimin nodded, and Jungkook tried not to notice the way Jimin’s cheeks flushed prettily.

“You know I have, TaeTae. I told you about it the next morning.” Jimin said carefully.

“Sit on their lap for the rest of the game.”

Fuck. This was it.

This was where Taehyung got to claim Jimin in front of all of them. See now, this is my boyfriend. He has sex dreams about me and only—

Wait.

Why was Jimin moving toward Jungkook?

For a second Jungkook thought he’d misunderstood. But Jimin was on his knees, cheeks flushed, and eyes lidded, crawling right into his space like this wasn’t breaking Jungkook’s entire world apart.

He blinked, unable to form any sort of coherent sentence. Only managing enough brain power to point questioningly at himself.

Jimin laughed, soft and a little shy.

“Don’t look so surprised, Kookie.” He murmured as he settled into Jungkook’s lap, letting his back fall against Jungkook’s chest, “You know you’re every gay man’s wet dream.”

Jungkook’s heart stopped. Then restarted far too hard. It wasn’t just a sex dream but a…?

There was no way Jimin didn’t just feel his dick twitch.

Across the circle, Seokjin was struggling to make eye contact with anyone, and Taehyung was finally happy and smug.

Jungkook didn’t notice. He was too busy trying to remember how to breathe as Jimin wiggled slightly, getting comfortable.

Before he could stop himself, Jungkook’s hands flew to Jimin’s sides. Needing more than anything else for him to stop moving, his fingers digging into his waist. He felt, more than he heard the breathy little noise that Jimin made in response, which was categorically not helping.

He was already half hard in his pants. He didn’t need to stab Jimin in the ass with his hard dick on top of it.

Or, more accurately, he did… but not like this.

The game was going on around him, Jungkook was sure of it. But all he could think about was Jimin.

Jimin had a sex dream about him. Jimin had a sex dream about him even though he’s with Taehyung? And then Taehyung sent Jimin over to sit in his lap? No, that didn’t make any sense.

Jimin shifted again, jerking him from his thoughts. Squirming as he went for his drink, and Jungkook’s hands snaked fully around his waist. Keeping him from tipping off as he reached. Jimin hummed as he sat back against him, drink in hand, and Jungkook felt it in his chest.

He was now very aware of Jimin’s abs beneath his fingers, the same ones he’d watched Seokijn lick. The same ones he wanted to lick. He didn’t stop himself when his hands moved of their own accord, slipping beneath Jimin’s shirt, palming his stomach.

He heard Jimin’s gasp this time, thankfully drowned out by the rest of the group laughing. Jimin turned his head just a little, to speak into his ear.

“Kookie, please.” He squirmed a little more, and the combination sent every available cell of blood in his body directly to his cock.

“Jiminie…” He was nosing along the side of Jimin’s neck, barely fighting the urge to grind up into Jimin’s perfect ass when he was ripped swiftly back to reality by Hoseok calling his name.

“Jungkookie. It’s your turn. Truth or dare.”

It felt like he had been drenched with cold water. The alcohol and lust filled haze lifting immediately. What the actual fuck was he doing? They were with the members.

Oh my god he was rock hard in front of the members.

He tried to play it off, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder the way he’d done a million times before. Trying not to notice the way Jimin was holding his cup in front of his crotch, shielding it from view. But from his position, Jungkook could see he was in just as much trouble as he was, straining the front of his jeans.

Well, he thought, at least it’s not just me.

“Truth.” He said quickly, not trusting that a dare wouldn’t require him to get up, and traumatize his hyungs with his raging boner.

Hoseok’s grin was easy and open.

“Alright then… have you ever had a crush on one of your hyungs?”

Jungkook froze.

For a heartbeat, he stilled, and then he felt the way Jimin tensed, just slightly, like he’d stopped breathing.

It was enough to make Jungkook snap back into himself. He forced a laugh, leaning forward a little, chin still on Jimin’s shoulder.

“Come on hyung, we all know about my feelings for Namjoon-hyung’s thighs,” he said, grinning. His tone hopefully light and teasing. The group cackled while Namjoon groaned in mortification.

While everyone laughed, Jungkook’s hands tightened on Jimin’s waist. A quiet, deliberate squeeze. Hoping it conveyed everything he wanted it to. Jimin relaxed back against him, and he felt the lump in his chest ease, along with, thankfully, his erection.

“Okay,” He said finally, “Yoongi-hyung, truth or dare?”

“Dare. Gonna make me dance again Kookie?”

“Nah,” Jungkook said, feeling merciful, and deciding to lob his hyung a slow ball,

“Show us the last text you sent Hoseokie-hyung.”

Yoongi went very still. Hoseok, sitting across from him, immediately choked on his drink. Namjoon was frozen, his eyes wide as saucers. A flush of bright red travelled from Yoongi’s chest up to his ears,

“Nope,” he said flatly. “Game’s over. I’m calling it.”

Which, of course, only made everyone want to know more.

“What, was it that bad? Was it about us? Do you secretly hate us Yoongi-ah?” Seokjin gasped, clutching his chest.

Hoseok’s laugh was too high-pitched to be believable. “It’s, uh, it’s work stuff.

“Right,” Taehyung said dryly. “Because he’d look like that about work stuff.”

Yoongi, face the color of a stoplight, stood up.

“It was diarrhea OK? I blew the fuck out of one of the toilets at the venue and had to get Hobi to bring me toilet paper. You happy with the specifics of my bowel movements? You heathens?”

Namjoon, for some reason equally pink, backed him up with a strangled,

“Yeah, that’s enough. Everyone hydrate and go to bed before we give hyung an aneurysm.”

Groans and laughter filled the room they all toppled to their feet. Drunk and overtired and riding the weird adrenaline high of the last few hours.

Even when Jimin removed himself from Jungkook’s lap, Jungkook still couldn’t quite let him go. Hanging off his back as they made a half-hearted attempt to clean.  

“Come on,” Yoongi finally grumbled, “Let’s leave the mess for whoever owns the room.”

All eyes turned toward Seokjin.

“Ungrateful brats,” Seokjin said dryly, but with no heat.

Taehyung’s arm looped lazily around his shoulders, “I’ll stay and help clean up. You guys go.” he said before anyone else could offer.

With the promise of bed, and not needing to tidy, Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok made a beeline for the door. Calling their goodbyes as they went.  

Jimin lingered for a moment, and therefore so did Jungkook, still clinging to his back.

“Kookie,” He said turning his head and giggling a little, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

Jungkook begrudgingly released him, but the sour taste was soothed by the lightning quick peck Jimin landed on his cheek, before he ran to the joining room.

Jungkook took the time to gather their things while he waited. Knowing somehow that he was not leaving without Jimin. It didn’t take long anyway, he’d barely grabbed their phones and sweaters when Jimin returned, stopping to say goodbye to Taehyung before they left. Jungkook hovering with Seokjin, only half listening to his hyung remind him to brush his teeth.  

Jimin pulled Taehyung into a hug, and when he let him go, Jungkook thought he heard him murmur, over the stream of Seokjin’s mothering,

“It was just a game, TaeTae.”

Taehyung hummed but said nothing. Jimin’s sigh was barely audible. He turned away, slipping his arms into his pockets.

They said their goodbyes, and the door shut behind them with a soft click, cutting off the low murmur of Taehyung’s voice, a rustle of clothing, and the soft thump of something heavy hitting the floor.

The hallway was cool, compared to the humid heat of the hotel room, and it snapped Jungkook back to reality.

What was he doing? He’d been hard with Jimin in his lap, two seconds away from mauling him in front of their friends, their coworkers!

He felt himself flush as they walked the few doors down to Jimin’s room. 

“Well?” Jimin asked, pulling him from his thoughts,

“Well, what?” he managed, finally looking at him, and finding himself stabbed in the chest all over again. If he was flushed, Jimin was doing no better. He was pink and glowy and biting his soft plump lip.

Jungkook wanted to devour him.

“You coming in?” Jimin asked, only the tiniest bit of shyness.

“Yeah, I mean…yeah.”

He noted the slight release in Jimin’s shoulders, and it struck Jungkook suddenly as hilarious that Jimin would think he’d ever refuse him.

“So…” he faltered, unable to think of anything to say when Jimin walked into the room, and stood, waiting, beside the bed.

“You and Taehyungie, huh?”

Jimin burst out laughing

“Oh my god, Jungkook. All of that, all of that tonight and that’s what you took away from it? Me and Taehyung?”

Jungkook felt the defensive pout tilting his lips when he stepped forward, Jimin walking to meet him halfway.

“It was a pretty big take away. I didn’t know you guys had… kissed. Or anything. It made me think… I thought maybe, you were together.”

Jimin blinked at him, looking into his eyes as though he was very very slow. But then Jimin’s little hands were around his neck, and Jungkook’s hands found Jimin’s waist, and he couldn’t bring himself to care about why that might be.

“No, Jungkook.” Jimin said softly, “I am not, and have never been, in a relationship with Taehyung.”

Jungkook had figured that out by now, but the confirmation still made his heart flip, and he felt his fingers flex on Jimin’s waist. Savouring the small squeak it pulled from him, the smaller boy no longer needing to temper the sounds.

“But you kissed him.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying.

Jimin leaned back a little, and Jungkook clung to him, pulling him back. Close enough now that their chests touched.

“Yes. When we were younger. It was years ago,” Jimin pulled back a little, just enough so he could study Jungkook’s face, and his tone turned teasing, “We did other things too.”

Jungkook’s grip tightened, and he felt the noise it pulled from Jimin, not quite a moan.

“What other things?” He needed to know, even though the thought of Taehyung doing more with Jimin sent a spike of white hot jealousy straight through him.

“We were each other’s firsts,” Jimin said, leaning closer. So close that Jungkook could feel his breath on his lips. Jimin’s eyes searched his before he continued,

“He was my first kiss, the first person I ever fooled around with,” Jimin smirked at the irritated huff Jungkook couldn’t hold back, reaching a hand up to smooth between his brows, where he knew he was frowning.

Jimin leaned closer, his lips just brushing against the side of Jungkook’s neck,

“His was the first cock I ever sucked,” Jimin punctuated this life altering information with a brush of his teeth against his jugular, and Jungkook moaned,

“Is that what you want to hear baby? How Taehyungie fucked me? Or do you want to hear how I thought about you while he was inside me.”

Any restraint Jungkook had been holding onto snapped in that moment, unable to stand any space between them any longer. He yanked one of his hands from Jimin’s waist, and buried it in his hair. Pulling him away from his neck and crushing their lips together.

It was messy and rough and Jungkook thought he might die if he ever had to stop. But unfortunately they both needed air. They broke apart, only enough to breath, their lips still touching.  

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re jealous.” Jimin muttered against his lips, pulling Jungkook back with him towards the bed.

Jungkook followed with groan, pulling at Jimin’s clothes, breaking their kiss only to remove the offending fabric from his body. When he had him naked, he took a step back to just look, before pushing him onto the bed.

Where some people might be shy in their nakedness, Jimin was smug. Like he knew exactly how much, and for how long Jungkook had wanted him.

He stood for a moment, just taking it in, palming himself over his underwear. Jimin’s eyes followed the movement, and Jungkook could see the flash of hunger in his eyes, in the way his teeth sank into his lip.

“Come on Kookie, don’t tease me.”

“You want it?” Jungkook said, crooking his finger when Jimin nodded, “Show me how much.”

Jimin’s eyes lit up with delight as he righted himself on the bed, shuffling forwards to the edge, and then slipped on to the floor. Looking up at Jungkook when he peeled off the remainder of his clothes, finally freeing his leaking cock.

Jimin lapped at the tip before sinking down, and Jungkook keened, hands flying to fist in Jimin’s hair.

“Fuck, Jimin. Fuck fuck fuck.” Any thoughts he’d ever had emptied out of his head, as he watched Jimin suck him down, taking him in fully. The lips he’d imagined stretched around him countless times were far more talented in person.

Jimin pulled off him with a lewd pop.

“On the bed, baby.”

Jungkook did not need to be told twice. He all but fell onto the bed, and Jimin went with him. Crawling to his side, before continuing with, what Jungkook would call, the best blowjob of his entire life.

He wasn’t sure if it was the soft moans Jimin made, or the way his tongue pushed flat against his length, before twisting around the head. Or if it was simply just the fact that it was Jimin. He was rocketing close to the edge, far faster than he would like when Jimin pulled off again,

“You wanna get me ready? If I don’t get to ride you tonight, I’m going to be very upset.”

“Shit, me too. Lube?”

Jimin giggled and hopped off the bed, finding the lube and condoms quickly in his half unpacked suitcase.  He paused next to the bed, for once that night, looking genuinely vulnerable.

“Would you want… I mean I haven’t in a while, and…” Jungkook’s heart clenched, even as his dick twitched at the thought of what Jimin was asking.

“Jiminie,” he said, grinning, “if you’re trying to ask me to fuck you raw, the answer is holy fucking shit, yes.”

Jimin’s expression cleared with a smile that lit Jungkook up from the inside, only made better when he crawled beside him on the bed, Jungkook twisting to face him.

“Such romance, kookie. How have I gone all these years without it.”

Jungkook retaliated by rising to his knees, and pulling Jimin to him by the ankle. The little surprised oof that he made making him laugh. He squeezed a little lube on his fingers, rubbing it between them to warm it.

“How about I show you exactly what you’ve been missing?” Jungkook said, kissing Jimin’s ankle. Then working his way to his calf, his knee, and the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Nibbling and sucking as he went, his hands squeezing at the smooth flesh.

By the time he reached the juncture of his hip, Jimin was trembling beneath him. His cock leaking onto his stomach. Jungkook let his breath ghost over it when he switched to Jimin’s other hip.

Only then did he move his hand, his finger rubbing soft circles on Jimin’s tight ring.

“Kookie, please.” Jimin whined,

It was the second time he’d heard that tonight, but this time, he was in a position to actually deliver.

But not yet.

“I know you were teasing me earlier, Jiminie.” Jungkook said lowly, just barely letting his lips touch the taut skin of his cock, “Wriggling around on me. I know you could feel me.”

He finally licked the very tip, collecting a small amount of pre come on his tongue. Jimin yelped at the sudden sensation and whined when Jungkook moved away again. Kissing further up his torso. His finger never stopping its circles, teasing, but never pushing in.

“You could feel how hard I was, couldn’t you?”

“Yes. So hot. It was so fucking hot kookie.”

“Yeah? You like that? Getting me hard in front of all our friends?” He bit lightly onto one of his nipples, and Jimin keened, his hands fisting in the sheets below him.

“Did you want me then, hmm? Want me to fuck you in front of all of them?” From the way Jimin’s dick twitched in the corner of his vision, and the babbled whines coming from his mouth. Jungkook guessed the answer was yes.

He returned to Jimin’s nipples, biting and sucking and savouring all the sweet noises.

“I could,” Jungkook said, “Show them all what a little slut you are for me.”

“Fuck!” Jimin moaned loudly, and in the back of his mind, Jungkook was dimly aware that the members were on the same floor.

“Show them all who this belongs to.” Jungkook moved his hand, and finally let his middle finger push into Jimin’s wet hole, curling and finding that perfect spongy spot.

Jimin came with a cry, his back arched, spilling onto his stomach and Jungkook fucked him through the high.

“Holy shit. Fuck. You barely even touched me.” Jimin breathed as he came down.

“So sensitive, Jiminie. So pretty for me.” Jungkook kissed his stomach, and then, with only a moments hesitation, began to clean him. Leaving his finger still inside, just barely moving it, wanting to draw things out for as long as possible.

“Fuck, Jungkook.” Jimin whined again, as he watched him lap up his release.

Jungkook was reminded viscerally of Seokjin earlier that night, and the green demon in his chest was soothed by the fact that he was the one now licking come off of Jimin’s abs. He’d done that.

He must not have done a great job keeping the smug expression off his face, because Jimin swatted at his shoulder.

“Do not think about Seokjinnie hyung while we’re having sex, Jungkook.”

“Fine, fine. I just kind of wish I could show him. Does that make me crazy?”

“Yes. You’re a possessive maniac, but I knew that already.” Jimin laughed, “Besides, if it makes you feel any better, hyung is not interested in me.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Jungkook said quietly, stopping himself from pouting by licking a stray drop of come from Jimin’s nipple, “You didn’t know I was interested in you till tonight.”

When Jimin said nothing, Jungkook looked up at him, to find himself being fixed with the same expression as earlier. The one that made Jungkook feel like he was missing something obvious.

“Trust me, he’s really not. And I did know you were interested. You’re really not that subtle about it, babe.”

The pet name made that familiar glow rear back to life inside him, and Jungkook couldn’t help himself from pushing himself up, and kissing Jimin again, finally pulling his finger free to support himself on the bed above him. Jimin hummed happily, and reached between them, Jungkook moaning at the barely there contact.

“What was it I was promised about you fucking me raw?” He said, and Jungkook could feel him grinning against his lips.

“Hmm, can you go again so soon? Not too sensitive?”

“No, I like the feeling when it’s too much.” Jimin said, and Jungkook groaned because fuck was he into that.

He pressed a final kiss to Jimin’s lips, and then kissed his way back down the dancer’s body, stopping when he reached his half hard cock. He didn’t waste any time, and sank his mouth down to the hilt, pressing back in with his finger as he did.

“Holy fucking shit Jungkook! Fuck!” Jimin writhed beneath him, but he didn’t let up. Working his finger inside him while he sucked and licked his cock back to life.

Slightly before he thought he’d be ready, because he had an inkling Jimin would enjoy the burn, he pushed in a second finger. And from the sounds Jimin made, he was right. He was fully hard again. A feat, given he’d come less than ten minutes ago.

“Please, Jungkookie, please,” He begged, fucking himself on Jungkook’s fingers, “More.”

Jungkook obligingly added a third finger, crooking at the spot inside him he knew would make Jimin scream. Working his fingers, stretching him, and brushing against that spot with every pass. The man beneath him reduced to a squirming mess.

“I want, Jungkook please I want.”

Jungkook popped off of his cock to answer,

“What do you want, hyung. Tell me.”

“Your cock. I need you inside me, please. Fuck I need it so bad.”

“Ok.”

In one smooth movement, he pulled his fingers from inside of him, grabbed him by the hips, and buried himself to the hilt.

Jimin screamed. His back bowing with pleasure, tears pricking at his eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes. That’s it. Fuck me so good, baby, please.”

Jungkook never could deny Jimin anything. He thrust back into him, setting a brutal pace. His hands gripping Jimin’s thighs so hard he was glad they were on a break. Positive he was going to leave bruises.

He fucked him until Jimin was shaking beneath him, and then when he could feel him getting closer to the edge, could see it in the way his cock twitched against his stomach with every thrust, he pulled out, and Jimin let out the saddest whine Jungkook had ever heard.

“What the fuck? I was so close Kookie, why?” Jimin glared up at him, pouting adorably, even looking as fucked out as he did.

Jungkook bent forward, sucking a dark bruise onto Jimin’s collarbone, making the other man whine pitifully.

“Please, I need you.”

“Hmm, I seem to remember you telling me you needed to ride me.” Jungkook said, nipping at the sensitive skin before pulling back.

If he thought he’d fucked Jimin into submission, he was very wrong. With a surprisingly strong shove, Jimin pushed him off. Climbing on to Jungkook’s hips almost as soon as his back met the mattress, sinking down in one motion.

Then he started to move.

Jimin was a vision above him, it was everything he’d ever wanted. Dancer’s hips grinding against him, and Jungkook felt any control he’d had slipping quickly away. It was better than even his wildest dreams. Jungkook’s imagination would never compare to the real sight of him, flushed and needy, taking what he wanted.

He didn’t even realise he’d said as much out loud until Jimin was responding,

“Yeah? You’ve thought about this before?” He punctuated with a particularly deep thrust, fucking himself the way he needed, and twisting one of his nipples, pulling a high whine from Jungkook’s throat. “You think about me when you touch yourself Kook-ah?”

“Yes, yeah. So much. Wanted you so bad.”

“Yeah? How long have you been wanting this for hm?”

“Always.” The confession slipped from his lips before he could stop it. Too drunk on bliss and Jimin to think about playing it cool. “Always wanted you.”

Jimin stilled on his hips.

In an instant his expression changed. His hand moving from Jungkook’s chest to his cheek, brushing gently. His eyes were unbearably soft, the seductive siren in them gone for now.

“Oh, Kookie.” He breathed.

Jungkook couldn’t take it.

He used the momentary lapse in Jimin’s control to flip them over, Jimin landing on his back with a squeak, before he thrust back inside.

“Fuck!”

“I wanted you, and now you’re mine.” Jungkook groaned into his ear, though it came out as more of a growl, “All fucking mine.”

Jimin keened below him, his hands flying to Jungkook’s biceps. But Jungkook grabbed his wrists, and pinned them above his head, pulling another needy whine from the smaller man.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Love it. Love how strong you are now, fuck!” he yelped as Jungkook continued to fuck into him, never letting up even for a moment, “So fucking hot Jungkook.”

“Shit. I’m so close, Jiminie. Can I?” Jungkook murmured into his neck, nipping lightly at the skin there.

“Please. Come inside, fill me up. I want to feel you Kookie, please.” Jimin babbled, and reached his peak, crying out and squeezing Jungkook so tight he was sent careening over the edge after him, spilling inside.

Jungkook fucked them through it, before he slowed to a stop. Collapsing on top of him, unwilling to pull out just yet.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jimin said beneath him.

“Yeah.”

When their breathing slowed, and the high of their orgasms began to taper off, Jungkook finally pushed himself up, hovering above him.

In that moment before their eyes met, all his previous doubts came flooding back, joined by some new fears.

Does he really like me? Was this just a one time thing? Did we ruin our friendship over sex?

But the second he met Jimin’s eyes, he knew it would all be ok. The other man’s hands wound around his neck, and he pulled himself up to meet him.

“Hi.” He said, like he was beginning something new.

“Hi.” Jungkook grinned.

It had been months of sneaking around. Of slipping into each other’s beds when the others weren’t home, and into hotel rooms once their promotions started again.

Months of Jimin’s eyes looking at him softly when they woke up in each other’s arms. Months of Jungkook reducing him to a sobbing mess. Months of hidden touches and stolen glances.

But still, they weren’t together. Jungkook had almost brought it up a few weeks ago. The words “what are we” almost passed his lips. But then Jimin was on his knees in the empty practice room, and Jungkook forgot how to speak.  

Tonight, it was late when Jungkook got home from the gym. Chastising himself internally for not leaving sooner. Jimin had stopped responding to him over an hour ago, and he wasn’t sure if he was just annoyed that Jungkook was home later than he said he’d be, or if he’d passed out watching some drama.

He dropped his bag by the door, toeing off his sneakers, and frowned at the relative quiet. It wasn’t that late. Usually, there was at least some hum of life: someone watching TV, music from a bedroom, Seokjin shouting about something.

But tonight… nothing.

He pulled down his hood, half-expecting to hear the shower running or Hoseok humming somewhere. Instead, there was just the faint buzz of the air conditioner and, he paused, a sound.

A soft thump. Then a muffled noise.

Jungkook froze, head tilting. It was coming from the bedrooms.

He walked to the end of the hall and waited, straining to listen. At first nothing, and then, there it was again. A low moan, horribly familiar, but hard to pinpoint, followed by Hoseok’s voice saying something Jungkook couldn’t quite make out.

Jungkook blinked. It was coming from Jimin’s bedroom.

No way.

In the moment he stood, waiting, and trying to think of a reason why Jimin would be moaning in his bedroom with Hoseok, there was another sound.

A loud, slurping sound. Wet, lewd and obscene.

Jungkook’s entire brain short-circuited.

“What the…” he muttered under his breath, stepping closer, pulse picking up, and as he reached for the handle.

Another moan drifted through the door, and this time it was unmistakably Jimin’s. Jungkook now an expert at just about every time of sound the other man could make.  

He was frozen, unable to move or think or function. Then Hoseok’s low laugh, followed by another quiet, breathy sound that definitely was not laughter.

Jungkook stared at the door. His heart was pounding.

He wouldn’t. They couldn’t. This wasn’t happening.

There was another wet slurp.

Another moan, longer this time.

It broke the spell keeping Jungkook rooted to the spot, and he finally closed his hand around the handle, twisting it quickly.  

Locked.

Somehow made things much worse.

He rattled the handle again, panic bubbling up under his ribs. “Jiminie?” he called softly, then louder. “Hyung?”

No answer. Just the faint creak of the mattress, another breathy sound, and what might’ve been Jimin saying, “Yeah, right there.”

Jungkook’s whole body tensed.

The slurping noise came again louder, this time. Jimin’s voice followed, a broken little “ah” that cause Jungkook’s brain to short out entirely.

That was it. He banged on the door.

“Hyung! What the hell are you doing in there?!” When there was no immediate answer, he kept on,

“Open the fucking door!” he shouted, slamming his palm against it.

There was a sudden shuffle inside, then silence. A beat later, the lock clicked, and the door cracked open.

Jimin’s hair was a mess. His lips red and swollen, thin, oversized shirt sliding off one shoulder. He blinked up at Jungkook, eyes wide, breathing just a little too fast.

Jungkook saw red.

“What the fuck, Jimin.” he started, shoving the door open before he could stop him.

“Wait, Jungkook, what?”

It was too late. Jungkook stormed into the room, ready for retribution, every muscle in his body primed for violence.

Hoseok was on Jimin’s bed.

That was all Jungkook needed to see, he advanced quickly,

“Hyung, I swear to god…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck?” Hoseok yelped, half-raising his hands like he was warding off an attack. He saw a faint movement in his peripheral but he couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t Hoseok on Jimin’s bed. Vaguely he could feel small hands around his arm, pulling him back.

Jungkook was halfway through a furious step forward before his brain finally caught up to his eyes.

Hoseok wasn’t naked. He wasn’t even remotely compromised. He was sitting fully clothes and cross-legged, a small bottle of massage oil beside him.

Jimin pushed past him and put himself between them. Shoving against his chest. Jungkook’s eyes snagged on the puffy red of Jimin’s lips and rage flowed through him again before something else caught his eye.

An innocuous red cup. Full of spicy ramen, still steaming on Jimin’s nightstand.

Oh.

“What is wrong with you?” Jimin shouted, looking halfway between embarrassed and furious.

“I heard… noises.” Jungkook trailed off, his bluster leaving him.

“You heard noises and what? You thought I was fucking someone? Are you insane?” Jimin didn’t wait for an answer, “You idiot, we weren’t… Hoseok was—”

“Massaging,” Hoseok cut in brightly, one brow raised. He held up his hands again, this time in mock surrender. “Jimin had a knot in his neck. That’s all, Jungkookie. I promise.”

It was only then Jungkook took in the rest of the room, and its occupants.

Yoongi was perched in the computer chair, looking deeply amused. Seokjin was on the sofa, nestled between Taehyung’s legs, his back pressed to Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung’s arm was looped tightly around him, only beginning to loosen. His other hand resting at Seokjin’s stomach, and he looked… protective. Like he’d moved that way automatically when Jungkook had burst through the door.

It was strange, Jungkook managed to think, even though his mind was going a mile a minute. Given that they’d been at each other’s throats that morning. They’d had a vicious argument earlier, Seokjin complaining that Taehyung was spending too much time with his other hyungs, and neglecting his responsibilities to Bangtan.

What was even more strange, was the way Seokjin had his hoodie pulled right up to his ears, even in the warm, mid July heat. But before Jungkook could make any sense of any of it, Jimin was jabbing him in the chest, his tiny fingers surprisingly strong.

“You thought I was cheating on you?” Jimin’s voice cracked halfway up an octave. He jabbed him in the chest again, “You think I’d cheat on you with Hoseok?”

“I heard… you were moaning!” Jungkook’s voice rose, defensive and mortified all at once.

“Because he was pressing on my shoulder, you lunatic!” Jimin threw his hands up. “Do you seriously think I’d do that to you?”

Jungkook stared back, the silence stretching.

Cheating. Jimin would call it cheating.

“It would be cheating?” Was all he managed to say.

Jimin blinked at him, before speaking, his voice full of disbelief.

“Yes, Jungkook. If I was fucking Hoseok, that would be me cheating on my boyfriend.”

“I mean not necessarily.” Yoongi muttered from behind Jimin, and Jungkook was dimly aware of Hoseok slapping him in the arm.

Jungkook barely heard him.

“Boyfriend?” He squeaked.

Jimin flinched as though he’d been slapped.

“What? The fuck? Yes boyfriend! Wait are we not boyfriends? Have we not been dating this whole time?”

Suddenly the fury that had been filling Jimin seemed to leave, like the air let out of a balloon. And for a moment Jimin seemed so confused and sad that Jungkook wanted to cry.

“Yes! Yes we’re boyfriends, I’m just stupid,” He surged forward, pulling Jimin into his chest, “I’m so fucking stupid. Please don’t leave me.”

Jimin laughed wetly against his chest, and Jungkook kissed the top of his perfect adorable head before he pulled back and looked up at him,

“Wait, if you didn’t think we were together… What did you think we were doing for the last 6 months? We’ve said I love you, Jungkook!”

“I thought you meant, like, as friends…”

He realised as he said it, just how idiotic it sounded, and at the same time realized that most friends don’t say I love you after fucking each other into multiple consecutive orgasms.

Jimin looked at him with that all too familiar expression. The one that made Jungkook feel extremely out of the loop.

“We never actually said we were dating. In my defense.”  Jungkook mumbled, and Jimin fixed him with a look so fond, and so full of shining unconditional love the Jungkook wondered how he’d ever doubted what they were.

“Alright then. To be very, very clear. Jungkook, I am in love with you. In a very romantic and sexy and not platonic sense. I would like us to be together. Forever and ever until we both die.” Jimin reached up as he spoke, and brushed his thumb against his cheek. Jungkook hadn’t even realised he was crying.

“I love you too. I want all that too.”

He choked on a sob, and pulled Jimin into him, tasting tears when he kissed him.

“Aww, hyung!” he heard Hoseok say, somewhere in the distance.

“I know Hobi, lets go find Namjoon-ah in the studio, hm?” Yoongi’s gravelly voice trailed past them, and Jungkook parted from Jimin only enough to see them leave hand in hand.

“We’re gonna go too. I don’t want to witness… whatever is about to happen here.” Taehyung said with a grin. Pulling Seokjin with him. And not a moment too soon,

“Ah Taehyungie, I thought you liked watching.” Seokjin teased,

“Maybe next time baby, this time’s gonna be all making love and gooey shit. And you know that’s not for us.”

Jungkook was only able to register the shock from the way Taehyung pecked Seokjin on the lips, before Jimin was pulling him back towards his bed, and all thoughts of any other men emptied from his mind.