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"You can't be serious?"

Jimin always had a sharp eye for other people's nonsense. In the two years since Jungkook had known him, he'd learned that Park Jimin was two things: one of the most genuinely warm, caring and fiercely loyal people he'd ever met, and one of the most genuinely critical people he'd ever met. He never said cruel things just for the sake of it, he just said them because he loved you, wanted better for you and because he'd never watch you walk into a mistake in silence.

So when Jungkook drunkenly announced, sprawled on top of the carpet between his' and Taehyung's beds on the floor, that he'd started an adult content page, Jimin wasn't going to hold back. Good. Jungkook wanted his opinion, after all.

"Dead serious, hyung." Jungkook smirked, lifting his beer to his lips with a smug grin plastered on his face.

"Gay porn." Jimin said it slowly, still trying to make sure he heard correctly. "You seriously started some gay OnlyFans page and you're filming solo porn?"

"You gave me the idea." Jungkook replied, glancing sideways at Taehyung when he noticed his best friend was so quiet. "You can dial back the shock a little."

Taehyung, sitting cross-legged beside him and leaning against his own bed, was quiet. He seemed to still be processing the information, and unlike Jimin, who was loud and spoke his emotions and thoughts at full volume, Taehyung kept his own judgments low and private. If he had any thoughts about this, Jungkook would hear them later. Or never. There was no in between.

"You're literally the straightest fuckboy I know." Jimin pressed two fingers to his temple. "You don't get to just cosplay as a gay man because it earns well. That's actually kind of offensive?" He shook his head and scrunched his nose, then narrowed his eyes. "Wait. What do you mean, I gave you the idea?"

Taehyung cleared his throat, speaking up at last. "Wasn't it you, at the bar last month, telling everyone you and Namjoon hyung were filming videos? Something about buff bottoms and tiny tops being such a niche combination?"

Jungkook's smile was smug when Taehyung recalled the memory as well, both of them reminded of Namjoon's mortified expression. He'd gone entirely rigid, a flush crawling up his neck to his ears, while Jimin was happily broadcasting their sex life to their friend group.

"I didn't tell him to quit his job for it!" Jimin's voice climbed an octave.

"Stop blowing this up so much." Jungkook sighed, his patience wearing off a little. It was amusing at first but… "I post gym selfies and thirst traps on the linked Instagram page. The other thing is a side gig. My first video there made me more than two full weekend shifts at the restaurant, hyung. And it's entirely anonymous. No name, no face. I'm hiding my tattoos. There's nothing to freak out about."

Taehyung was quiet, but he looked at Jimin and shrugged. Like he had nothing to add to the conversation.

Jungkook wondered if it made him uncomfortable.

Not the gay aspect of it. Taehyung's best friend since childhood, aka Jimin of course, was gay and happily, loudly in love with Namjoon. Taehyung had probably been the first person Jimin ever told. But maybe Taehyung was a tiny bit awkward about the sudden awareness that Jungkook was filming weird stuff in their shared dorm room whenever he wasn't around. The ideas popping into Taehyung's head might be a bit too vivid for his comfort.

Jungkook and Taehyung had become kind of a unit since they met two years ago. They went everywhere together. Where Jungkook was, Taehyung would follow and vice versa. Every party, every bar every late night and early morning they did together. They were each other's wing man, too, talking to girls while they drank and dancing drunkenly before parting ways to go home with whichever girl was willing. Always to their hook-up's place, to avoid awkward situations. They'd built a reputation for it. Playboys. They made it a lifestyle by now.

That's what their university years is for, right?

The only thing that Jungkook often regretted about Jimin was that he'd leapt into the first relationship without ever looking back. He'd fallen so headlong in love with Namjoon during their first year, and both Taehyung and Jungkook had mourned the loss of him during those first weeks where he didn't join their fun late night recklessness. But after seeing Jimin and Namjoon together, they couldn't even be sad about it. You couldn't argue with a love so obvious. And judging by the stories Jimin had told them so casually over drinks at the bar, their relationship was far from boring. Clearly t hey had their own version of adventures, too.

And Jungkook had simply taken notes.

***

Starting the Instagram page was easy.

His public Instagram was quite popular, and it had grown quickly, so he knew his way around the algorithms. On campus, Jungkook was hard to miss. Twenty years old, one full sleeve of ink spiraling from his chest to his wrist, ears decorated with piercings that caught the light wherever he was, and a lip ring he'd had since he was seventeen. His motorcycle —a 2016 Ducati Panigale— was always parked directly in front of the main university building, and whenever he arrived it raised a lot of attention. Like he was announcing his arrival. And he loved it. Jungkook, introverted and awkward as he was, loved attention. He loved being seen, being looked at, being fawned over.

Another thing was that Jungkook took care of his body well.

His gym schedule was consistent, and he stuck to it with an intense devotion. He knew that girls noticed. He'd catch them watching when he lifted weights in tighter shirts, their eyes drifting to the shape of his arms and the breadth of his chest. At the gym, especially late at night when the fluorescent lights buzzed low and the mirrors weren't as fogged up from how crowded it was, he'd become more aware that he was being watched. The gym, probably, was where Jungkook was asked out the most. Where he exchanged the most numbers. Or where he met some fun one night stands.

But it wasn't just other people's attention that he craved. Jungkook was, surprisingly, quite vain. He'd worked for this body with a discipline that people didn't see. 5am gym sessions, the diet to build more muscle, the way it took months for these results to come ever so slowly. Whenever the gym or the locker rooms were empty, Jungkook dared to take a photo in front of the mirror. He'd do it shirtless, flexed just right to catch the light. Not for anyone else, but for himself to see the progress.

It was after Jimin's little fun confession at the bar that those photos gave him ideas.

Golden97 was born somewhere after midnight. Fueled by half a bottle of soju and a wave of confidence that came from the anonimity, with no one to impress or disappoint. He posted two photos before he could second-guess himself.

The first one was a mirror shot, his reflection filling the frame cleanly. Behind him, the only details visible were the long black curtains that pooled from ceiling to floor against the wall of their dorm room, installed by Jungkook himself. He hated any type of light when he slept, and had installed those dark curtains himself without even consulting Taehyung about it.

He was wearing gym shoes and a pair of shorts where he'd pulled up the leg part deliberately high, the fabric bunching at the crease of his hip to expose the carved muscle of his thigh. His oversized gym shirt was lifted in his tattooed fist, bunched beneath his armpit and leaving the perfect lines of his abs entirely bare.

His face was hidden behind his phone. His tattoos hidden under the bunched fabric of his shirt.

The second photo was a POV shot, taken right under his chin and looking down at his own body, the lens zooming out to expose his entire body. The left side of his chest and stomach were the main view, his dark nipples were hard, as they always were now one of them was pierced. He was wearing the same shorts, but the background had changed. This time, he was lying on his bed, it was darker, and if you looked close enough you would notice it. The suggestion of something more, pressed against the fabric of his shorts. The shape of his cock against the flimsy fabric.

He opened Twitter next.

His Twitter —he still refused to call it X— was something else entirely.

Three years of livestreaming his gaming nights had built him a community there, a genuine one filled with many followers, inside jokes and a persona that his university peers were never allowed to see aside from his closest friends. Aka, Jungkook always was and will be a bit of a nerd. He was respected on that platform, and entirely anonymous, too. Faceless and unverifiable, and it had been intentional too. But now, having a new side to that anonimity… letting them overlap… It felt thrilling.

Nochu97: Roommate's gone and getting drunk by myself. Do I play another game or do I play with myself? ;) link.instagrxm.com/golden97

The notifications arrived like a wave. He watched his Instagram follower count climb —dozens, then hundreds— in the span of an hour. He felt something like a mix of satisfaction and adrenaline at how fast it all went. His gaming followers were bewildered. Some were convinced his account had been hacked. Others acted outright hostile, calling it strange… a shift they hadn't signed up for which led to the loss of some followers as well.

But most of them just wanted to know if he was real.

An anonymous gamer with his kind of following, and he looked like that? It didn't make sense. It seemed fabricated, a catfish. But Jungkook didn't explain himself, he didn't answer a single question and he let the mystery build up, knowing it would just get him more interaction. He read them all, his smile slow and satisfied.

That's how it all started.

The first few videos were a little awkward.

Jungkook sat at his desk for twenty minutes before he actually started, the camera already adjusted, the lighting already right, talking himself in and out of it constantly. It was only when he reminded himself that nobody was going to see his face and the money might be very worth it, that something in him settled.

The anonymity didn't only feel like protection, but it also made him feel safer. Like he really had nothing to lose at all.

The setup was already built from his gaming streams: a camera mounted above his chair, angled to catch his hands on the keyboard and his screen without ever showing his face. He'd spent years like that, carefully keeping himself out of the frame. All his followers knew about him were his voice and the back of his head and shoulder. For today, though, he just pointed the lens elsewhere, showing off his torso and lap.

It also instantly shut down all the rumours on his Twitter account. No, it wasn't a catfish. Yes, Nochu97 was Golden97 and he was fucking crazy hot. His follower's words, by the way. Not his own.

He wore a long-sleeved shirt to hide the tattoos. He even went as far as to cover his hand in makeup that he'd bought that afternoon at Olive Young, just off campus. He'd been scared to run into someone he might know or that might recognise him, but he made sure to go about it quickly, using the self-scan service just in case, too. His makeup technique might be a bit bad, but the result was still good enough for his camera quality. The tattoos seemed invisible enough.

On the side, out of view of the camera, he already had his laptop set up as well. One earbud in his ear, and he played a porn video he'd found that looked promising. Straight porn, obviously. The view of a girl's ass stretched around a jewelled plug while her pussy was stuffed full and leaking, her back arched and her face pressed into the pillow as she moaned obnoxiously was definitely enough to get Jungkook hard and leaking within minutes.

He didn't talk much during the video. If at all. Actually, he barely made any noise aside from a few slow grunts and loud breaths. It's something he only noticed afterward, while he was editing everything. Watching himself jerk off was a whole different experience, though. Jungkook thought that jerking off was usually just a habit. Something he didn't really think about much. But when he saw himself on the screen, he was surprised by the way he'd pulled his own shirt up on instinct. The way his abdomen flexed, his abs shifting. The way he exhaled breathily when his thumb and pointer finger played with his nipple piercing, making his dick twitch.

Shit. He did look kind of hot like this, didn't he?

He tried to mask his silence in the video with a creative title. It wasn't that special, but for his first video, it was enough.

Golden97 posted a new video: [Gotta be silent, roommate next door might hear🤫]

Posting it had felt like walking down the stairs and missing a step. The way his heart swooped slightly when he hit "post" felt exactly like that. It made him nervous to a point where he closed the app and turned off his notifications, hitting the 'for 24 hours' option. It was a quiet act of self-preservation, and a small hint at how Jungkook wasn't truly as confident as he appeared.

That same afternoon, Taehyung came home and noticed that the desk had been rearranged. He looked at it, but he didn't mention it. He knew that with Jungkook, sometimes it was just better not to ask. They went out for tteokbokki at their usual street vendor, washing it down with a few beers, and they were back before midnight because both of them had early classes the next morning.

Jungkook only checked back into the subscription app the next day after class. He braced himself for the result, preparing for either disappointment that it hadn't taken off, or relief that it had.

The response was— well it was overwhelming. The numbers felt a little unreal, even, making him freeze. Comments, subscriptions, a balance on his account that he stared at long enough to count the digits twice. People had seen him, had liked him, had decided they wanted more. They were asking, making requests, they wanted more. The enthusiasm was enough to make Jungkook feel giddy. And the Instagram page that he'd linked to the video had caught fire, too. The follower count now well into the thousands.

So one video became two, two became three and by the sixth, it had become serious enough to tell his closest friends.

Partly because he'd quit his job at the restaurant and he needed to give them the real reason so they wouldn't become suspicious. Jungkook had never had the luxury of financial comfort. His mother worked hard, bless her, but even with his scholarship, life in Seoul was expensive. His motorcycle and tattoos alone cost him an arm and a leg, but they were things that made him truly happy. So the gay subscription app had resolved a lot of his financial stress. More than his long, tedious shifts at the BBQ restaurant had. And at least he didn't smell like grease by the end of the night.

And also, Taehyung had noticed… things.

The desk set-up had been the first thing. But also how Jungkook was at the dorm more often when Taehyung had class. He filmed at his desk, on his bed, in front of the bathroom mirror, dripping wet from his shower and jerking off with his perfume-free shower gel. The soap suds had been dripping from his cock into the sink and it had been a true success. His viewers were obsessed with that one. One video, he even dared to take at the gym. It was at 2am in his usual 24/7 gym. Jungkook was sitting on the bench, legs spread wide and palming his cock through his pants, filming from above. The thrill of doing it in public had been insane.

But also, he was nearly caught by the end of it and shit, that had been a close call. He was sticking to the dorm for the most part after that, for sure. He sure hoped the security footage at the gym wasn't watched religiously or he might have risked getting kicked out.

He'd even been taking requests. Noting them down in his Notes app. One of them was a fleshlight, suggested by multiple people across multiple comments on his videos. It happened to be something he actually owned, bought last year on a whim and hidden in the back of his nightstand drawer behind his condoms, lube and tissues.

On one night, the night before he told Jimin and Taehyung, when the latter was going out with Jimin and Hoseok. Jungkook had been invited as well, but he'd declined with an excuse of a deadline in the morning, which wasn't entirely false, given that his subscription page had a posting schedule now. He set everything up carefully, filming on his bed, another POV video. The unsteady way of filming was something his viewers seemed to love, the amateurish side a true success. He'd let himself be a little louder than usual, too.

He'd come about two minutes before, still catching his breath, when the door swung open and Taehyung walked in, announcing Hoseok had cancelled and Jimin wasn't feeling well.

He took one look at Jungkook —the red face, bare chest, the white-knuckled grip on his blanket and the phone face down on the mattress— and arrived at the obvious conclusion.

"Were you jerking off?"

"Shut up, you weren't supposed to come back yet."

Taehyung's expression was filled with amusement and mockery, and he reached in to ruffle Jungkook's hair playfully. "I'd say sorry, but I'm not. This is golden."

Jungkook went slightly red at his choice of words before he grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at Taehyung's head. Taehyung just caught it, pissing him off even more, before telling him to go take a shower and play video games after.

And that was that.

Later that night, in the comfortable quiet after a few rounds of playing and Chinese takeout containers scattered on the coffee table, Taehyung mentioned a party this weekend. A big one, with lots of girls coming, a swimming pool as well.

"Do you think you can come after work? It'll be so worth it."

"I quit work, actually." He announced, and Taehyung instantly frowned at him, tilting his head in question.

"You quit? Why? Did something happen?"

"Mm nothing happened. I'll tell you and Jimin hyung tomorrow." Jungkook said, shrugging his shoulders a little aloof.

Taehyung looked at him, but he just nodded, not pushing for more.

What happened the next day, well— you already know.

***

As his page continued to grow, Jungkook found himself wondering why he'd never thought of doing this earlier. His job in service hadn't earned him a fraction of what he was making from the comfort of his own bedroom. His Instagram following had grown considerably in a few weeks time, and requests for private photos and videos poured in one after another. People even paid ridiculous amounts for things like a cheap H&M shirt he'd slept in once. The internet really was a strange place, full of people with fetishes he'd never even imagined, but as long as they were willing to pay this well, well— who was he to judge?

Not once had anyone recognised him. When he told Yoongi about his little side gig, his childhood friend had raised an eyebrow before letting out an amused snort. Seokjin, on the other hand, Yoongi's boyfriend, had immediately gone into a full lecture about how disastrous it could become if Jungkook was ever identified. He rambled about future job opportunities, his reputation, all the ways it could come back to haunt him years down the line. Thankfully, Yoongi had managed to calm him down before the conversation spiraled. Once they understood just how much this job had been helping Jungkook stay afloat, being able to pay his own bills and taking some of his mother's financial burden, they knew it was worth it.

It obviously didn't take too long before the requests became a little more demanding.

People wanted things that became harder to fulfill, pushing boundaries he'd set for himself early on. They asked him to touch himself in places he wasn't comfortable with. And sure, he'd heard enough stories from Jimin and surprisingly, even Yoongi, to know why so many people enjoyed touching their ass. According to them, it was exciting, satisfying, fun… every positive adjective the dictionary could offer. But despite all that, Jungkook just didn't care for it. Not yet at least.

Then there were the endless requests for another person. A partner.

He'd made it painfully clear countless times that his content was strictly solo. Single as hell, not interested in dating. But despite of it, the messages never stopped coming. Some people suggested he'd take sneaky pictures with one night stands, as if he was having any lately. Others insisted he should just find himself a friend with benefits. As long as their curiosity and fantasy built around him was fed.

Jungkook tried to ignore them.

Instead, he focused on the requests he actually could fulfill, picking and choosing the ones he liked and he cashed it all.

But on one particular night, an opportunity presented itself.

And Jungkook, for better or worse, had always been an opportunist.

Taehyung was drunk.

Not drunk enough to be stumbling into the room in search of a bucket before collapsing on his bed. But the fun kind of inebriated to wander into their dorm room somewhere past one in the morning, finding Jungkook still awake and absorbed in Jujutsu Kaisen, and breaking into amused laughter. Taehyung climbed straight into Jungkook's bed, dropping his dead weight on top of him before burying his face against the side of Jungkook's neck to blow exaggerated raspberries against his skin.

To anyone else, it might have looked like a questionable thing to do, but for them, it was the most normal thing.

Taehyung had always been ridiculously affectionate. Physical touch came so naturally to him, and once he'd realised that Jungkook hadn't minded it (more like encouraged it), it had simply became a part of their friendship. They were always pressed together when they went out. Arms naturally wrapped around the other's shoulders, bumping into each other, leaning against one another. And the raspberries? It had just become a thing they did. Jimin hated when Taehyung tried it on him, but Jungkook would laugh until his stomach hurt and do it right back.

So tonight, when Taehyung's full weight collapsed on top of him, Jungkook burst into laughter as usual, trying to shove the older off while trying to rescue his iPad before it got crushed underneath his best friend.

"What'r you watchin'?" Taehyung mumbled, words slurring slightly from the weight of the alcohol. Somehow, his voice was even deeper than usual. When his eyes found the screen, though, he let out a dramatic sigh. "Jujutsu Kaisen? Dude… you're so boring."

"Dude, how am I boring?" Jungkook snorted, shaking his head as he finally managed to push back enough to breathe properly. "I'm just having a chill anime night, don't fuckin' judge me."

He knew Taehyung wasn't serious anyway. If anything, he might even be a little pouty that Jungkook didn't wait for him to continue the series. They both loved it. At one point, they'd even changed their university email profile pictures to Jujutsu Kaisen characters for nearly an entire month before one of their professions called them out on their immaturity.

"It's two in the morning." Taehyung said with a lazy grin, eyebrows wiggling suggestively before he flopped down next to Jungkook, head on the pillow beside him. "You're all alone. If I were you… I know what exactly I'd be watching."

His eyes were unfocused, shimmering beneath the dim light of the bedside lamp. His dark hair stuck out in every direction, and his lazy smile stretched across his lips with how relaxed the alcohol made him. He also smelled overwhelmingly like beer, not exactly what Jungkook wanted lingering on his pillow.

His nose wrinkled, and he shoved Taehyung playfully. Unfortunately for him, Taehyung was too drunk to even consider catching himself in time. Instead, his body tipped back toward the edge of the bed and Jungkook's heart lurched. He reached out again, grabbing a fistful of Taehyung's sweater to pull him close before he could tumble to the floor. "Dude… hyung—"

Taehyung's laugh was loud and carefree when Jungkook hauled him back like that, the two of them now laughing together over how delayed his drunken reflexes had become.

"I know you're nasty and would probably be watching porn whenever you get the chance." Jungkook teased him with another eye roll. "But not all of us are like that." He pulled back then, scrunching his nose before shaking his head. "Seriously though, go brush your teeth or something. You smell like a brewery."

Taehyung responded with an exaggerated pout, but without another complaint, he climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom on unsteady legs. He was gone longer than Jungkook expected, and for a moment he considered going back to his series, but eventually decided against it. There wasn't much point starting another episode if they were gonna pass out soon, anyway.

So he waited.

And when Taehyung came back, he didn't so much as glance at his own bed. Instead, wearing nothing but grey boxers and an oversized white tshirt, the exact combination Jungkook was wearing, he climbed straight beneath Jungkook's blanket. Once more giggling to himself, of course.

"Hyung…" Jungkook laughed, turning onto his side to face him. His eyes drifted down for a second, unable to ignore the fact that they were dressed identical. "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with your own bed?"

"It doesn't have anyone to cuddle." He said it with a tone that made it seem so obvious. Like Jungkook had just asked the dumbest question ever. And then, he shuffled even closer and wrapped both his arms around Jungkook's arm, hugging it against his chest before going into a detailed rundown about his evening. Not that Jungkook had asked, but Taehyung loved to yap and Jungkook would always listen.

He'd gone to a bar with his other friend group, they'd had some fast food there, and plenty of drinks obviously. Apparently he'd danced with a handful of girls throughout the night, but none of them had really caught his interest.

"They were all kinda shallow." He mumbled. "And not my type."

Which then evolved into a rant about how long it had been since he'd gotten laid, which in turn spiraled into blaming Jungkook for the whole situation altogether. "Seriously… If I go out with you, you pull all the nice ones before I get my chance, or we just come back home together. You're blueballing me, Gguk!"

"Oh my God." Jungkook laughed, shoving Taehyung's face away slightly because he felt his breath tickle his neck again and it made Jungkook shiver for some reason. "How much did you even drink?"

"Enough to be horny as fuck." Taehyung giggled, completely unbothered. "Was kinda hoping you'd still be awake watching porn instead of anime."

And suddenly, Jungkook felt a lightbulb flicker on. A Eureka moment, if you will.

His fingers twitched before he'd even fully processed the idea, reaching for the iPad on the bed beside him. If there was ever going to be an opportunity, it was now— before Taehyung could laugh it off with a casual I'm kidding, obviously.

"Fine." Jungkook unlocked his iPad before placing it between them, subtly creating more space between their bodies as they faced each other, both on their sides with the tablet between them. "Let's watch some."

A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "But if I'm doing you this favour…" He looked over to Taehyung, whose big brown eyes sparkled as they made eye contact. "…then you've gotta do one for me too."

That immediately gave him a look of interest and Taehyung blinked.

"Let me take a pic of us together after." Jungkook said, feeling warmth creep into his own cheeks as he took in Taehyung's tipsy expression and met his gaze. His eyes were wide, a hint of disbelief behind them, and Jungkook knew he was asking for a lot. A strange request, maybe. But if there was one person he'd never feel embarrassed or self-conscious with to ask anything, it was Taehyung.

"A picture? Of what, exactly?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head.

"Well, you know…" Jungkook gestured between both their crotches, and yeah, maybe it really was pushing it a little. But now felt like the perfect time to be bold about it. "It could be explicit, preferably. But even just a little suggestiveness might get me a long way." He smirked, knowing it would earn him so well if he could post a duo shot at last. His followers had been begging for weeks, after all.

And he had the gods on his side today, because Taehyung suddenly let out an amused huff and nodded. "Fine."

Without another word, he reached for Jungkook's tablet and pulled up his favourite porn site, already scrolling for something to put on. Jungkook blinked, almost laughing in disbelief at how effortlessly Taheyung had agreed. If he'd known it would be this easy, maybe he would've already asked him a long time ago.

He watched as Taehyung typed into the search bar, specifically looking for threesome videos. For two people who shared as much of their lives as they did, it was funny that there were still little things left to discover about each other. Like this, apparently. Jungkook hadn't known threesomes were Taehyung's preferred porn category. He found himself wondering why, but the curious question didn't make it past his lips. He liked them too, anyway, he wasn't complaining.

The video Taehyung settled on seemed decent enough. The women were gorgeous, and the guy looked as thought he'd walked straight from the gym to the bedroom.

The opening seconds of the video passed in a blur, the lewd sounds filled the bedroom almost like a background noise more than anything, and Jungkook couldn't get too invested in it, his attention drifted more to Taehyung than the screen.

Taehyung, who looked relaxed, his expression nearly blank at first. But Jungkook saw it change. Saw him biting the inside of his cheek, and saw the way his hand found his own thigh, thumb absent-mindedly rubbing at his own skin as if soothing himself. Jungkook's curiosity won, just like it often did, and he even dared looking at Taehyung's boxers, noticing the exact moment his friend was starting to get into the video.

Jungkook gulped, his eyes stuck for longer than he intended, because a soft scrape of Taehyung's throat brought him right back and he blushed furiously when their eyes met. Jungkook looked away, back at the tablet. Nothing was said, but he couldn't help but notice that his own cock was starting to respond to the video. As the foreplay ended and they went into the penetration part, Jungkook's attention was finally stuck on the screen.

Within moments, his own hand traveled south, hand rubbing his cock through the fabric. He felt weird suddenly, realising what he was doing with Taehyung right there, but when he looked at his friend, he could see that his hand was already inside his boxers, one step further than Jungkook himself. Taehyung was shameless, that much was clear. Maybe partly because the alcohol had dulled any inhibitions he would usually have.

But Jungkook's eyes were stuck. He watched the way Taehyung moved his hand inside his boxers, slowly, up and down. He was teasing himself, not trying to rush an orgasm but he was lazy, clearly here to enjoy himself. Jungkook didn't realise at first, the way his own hand was mirroring Taehyung's actions. Stroking himself to the same pace, his breath hitching as the excitement only grew.

He wasn't sure what it was that made him feel close so quickly. It couldn't be the video, because for the last five minutes, all he looked at while touching himself was Taehyung's hand. Only his hand, at the front of his boxers. Just the way it moved. The fact that it was his best friend so easily forgotten.

And Jungkook— well, he'd never been interested in men, that much was clear. But Taehyung was attractive. His build wasn't quite as broad or muscular as Jungkook's own, but he was lean, toned and athletic. His skin held its warm tan no matter the season, his hands were masculine yet always clean and manicured, and there wouldn't be anyone who'd disagree that he had a face that belonged on billboards. Even idols would envy him.

So yes… watching someone who looked like Taehyung touch himself, lose himself so easily, without a hint of self-consciousness… Even for someone as straight as Jungkook, he could admit t hat it was kind of… hot.

Despite the growing need building inside of him, and despite the uncomfortable tightness in his boxers, Jungkook hadn't forgotten why they were in this position in the first place. Carefully, he reached for his phone. The iPad cast a soft glow across the space between them as he quietly lifted the camera, angling it just enough the capture both of them from a zoomed out angle.

He snapped a few photos, and later, after this, he would look through them and realise most of them had turned out blurry. Not that he'd mind, they would be little teasers, the blurriness almost like an aesthetic choice to post to his Instagram, since he could only post suggestive things there. It was the kind of content his followers would lose their minds over.

"You think that's what they want?" Taehyung's voice was low, naturally deep as always, but with the alcohol it almost became softer, more velvety. And for reasons Jungkook couldn't explain, the teasing warmth to his tone made Jungkook's stomach twist.

"Wuh- what?"

"Photos of us jacking off together?" Taehyung asked, amusement dancing across his face. "Is that what your horny followers want?"

Jungkook put his phone down for a moment, his other hand went still in his boxers, staring down at Taehyung's hand that was still moving. Taehyung's eyes flitted from the screen up to Jungkook's face, a smug smile still gracing his features. Seriously… what the hell was it about Taehyung that always made him so efforless? Even half drunk, and completely unbothered by the absurd situation, he carried himself with the same confidence Jungkook had always been a little jealous of. The eye contact made Jungkook shy, and his eyes went right back down, but the view there wasn't much better as Taehyung had now pushed down his boxers to reveal himself.

"Staring like you've never seen my dick before." Taehyung teased him. Blunt— so damn blunt.

"I've seen it plenty, just never seen it hard before." Jungkook elaborated, and he still didn't look away. He had a feeling they were about the same size. Both uncut. Except Taehyung's skin was darker, the angle was different, slightly tilted.

"You know, if you wanna make those pics more convincing, this might not be enough." Taehyung continued, and Jungkook felt his heart beat in his throat. He had a feeling that he knew where this was going, and he was interested. Very much so. He could hear the sound of casino slots go off in his head, dollar signs lining up in threes. "You should make it more convincing." Taehyung's voice went into a low whisper this time, and with his free hand he pushed the tablet out of the way, shuffling a little closer to Jungkook.

Once they were side to side, Taehyung's eyes went down his own body. He pulled his tshirt up with his free hand, the other now pulling his length out of his boxers. It was so hard that it was stiff against his tummy, the tip wet but it wasn't enough because he let go for a moment to spit into his hand before going right back to his earlier motions. Jungkook swallowed so loud that he gulped, the sound echoing between them.

It made Taehyung snort.

"Come on… you never wondered what it'd be like?"

"With a guy? No!"

"Not even after all the stories Jimin and Yoongi told you? Come on, Gguk— You're not that boring." Taehyung giggled, and when he let go of his own cock again, it was to reach out for Jungkook's hand, now limp between their body, still holding onto his phone.

Jungkook pulled it back the second Taehyung touched him, as if burned. But his best friend just smiled, reaching out once more. Jungkook hadn't been lying, the thought had genuinely never crossed his mind before tonight. Not once. But curiosity had a funny way of appearing out of nowhere, especially with someone daring you to take a little leap…

This time, he let Taehyung pull on his hand, and his eyes closed and nose scrunched up when he pulled it to his cock. Because suddenly, out of the blue, Jungkook was touching another guy's dick. His best friend's dick. Weird.

"Take pictures, Gguk. You're trying to sell something here." Taehyung said, amusement dripping from his voice. He didn't even seem affected by the foreign touch, he was just having fun with it. Like a joke.

Jungkook did take his phone, taking a photo with a shaky grip.

And though he'd never wondered before, he did wonder now. His fingers wrapped around Taehyung's length slowly, and he gave his friend's cock an experimental tug, finally seeing something other than humour and smugness on his friend's face as his face went slack. It was more response than he'd given all night, even when he'd been touching himself. Clearly, that hadn't been doing it for him. Jungkook knew though, that it felt different being drunk. Masturbation while drunk was boring. Someone else touching you when you were tipsy? Fucking bliss—

So, with the knowledge that Taehyung was enjoying himself, he continued. Slow, at first. But when Taehyung's breath cut off and a soft sound of pleasure escaped his lips, Jungkook's confidence fueled. He wished he'd had a drink before this, too, but it helped knowing Taehyung was tipsy enough for both of them.

"Gimme the phone." Taehyung said, making a grabby hand between them and Jungkook did as he asked. And then, everything just snowballed. Once Taehyung held the phone, he let his legs fall open and he took photos of Jungkook jerking him off, letting out those whimpery little sounds and deep little groans. Jungkook would never be able to hear them again without getting pavloved into a hard-on, because wow, those sounds went right through his nervous system, making his own cock twitch in response.

And without warning, Taehyung's free hand found his cock, too. Jungkook let out a surprised moan, his head falling forward and against Taehyung's shoulder before picking up speed.

Later, if anyone ever asked —and thank God, nobody ever would— Jungkook would've liked to pretend they'd taken their time. That everything had been awkward and hesitant, full of hesitant little touches and uncomfortable silences. But the truth couldn't be more different. Everything ended within five minutes.

Once they were touching each other, the pace picked up so quickly and with no warning, Jungkook finished first— his body not numbed by alcohol like Taehyung's. He came quietly, all over his tshirt, his boxers and Taehyung's hand. And he made sure to jerk Taehyung faster, feeling relieved when his friend finally let out a much louder groan than his own and finished all over Jungkook's hand.

And still, despite it all, Taehyung had enough wits to take photos of their spent cocks and the come all over their hands. He even moved his hips, moving much closer, pushing his leg between Jungkook's to do a little pose, showing off the mess they'd made in their matching tshirts and boxers.

And then, somehow, Taehyung was still Taehyung.

He burst into laughter, completely unbothered, and gave Jungkook a playful shove before flopping back onto the mattress, tucking his cock back into his boxers. Like they hadn't just crossed a line neither of them had ever even considered before. Like it was just another fun late-night moment between two friends. The silent 'no-homo' hanging heavily in the air, hidden underneath his playful laughter.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was trying to process what the hell just happened.

Taehyung stretched lazily, looking far too pleased with himself, before flashing him a grin.

"I'm gonna grab us a wet towel." He announced, standing up with a yawn before stretching his entire body. "And then I need a fucking nap, man. That was exhausting. I'm gonna sleep like a rock."

And just like that, he walked away.

And Jungkook could only stare after him, still lying there with the overwhelming thought of what the hell had just happened.

***

In the end, Jungkook did post those pictures. And to no one's surprise —not that anyone but he and Taehyung knew about it— his followers lost their minds. The response was insane, bigger than he even expected.

But could it really be surprising? They had been asking for something like that for weeks, and the moment he finally gave them what they wanted, the numbers spoke for themselves. Likes, comments, messages, money… It all came pouring in faster than he could keep up with. It was ridiculous, but he felt grateful for the amount of success, too.

Whatever his thoughts about the situation inself were, there was no denying how much it helped him. The extra income meant less stress, more security, and a weight lifted from his shoulders. At this rate, his motorcycle would be paid off by the end of the semester.

And despite of it, the reaction online was only one thing. More surprising to Jungkook was how little had changed afterward. Taehyung was still Taehyung. Still the same person that stole his snacks without asking and made it up with a gift of banana milk. Still complaining dramatically about minor inconveniences and still talking his ear off about every little detail of his day and whatever plans he had with his friends.

Nothing about him was different, as if nothing unusual had happened at all. Which— maybe to him, it hadn't been strange. After all, he'd been the drunk one that night. Maybe it was easier for him to laugh it off and move on.

Not that he'd forgotten.

Every once in a while, Taehyung would make some ridiculous comment about his contribution to Jungkook's success, joking that he deserved a nice dinner with the earnings Jungkook had gotten through him. He said it casually, with that same playful grin he always wore when teasing Jungkook. But there was never any awkwardness from his side, never any tension. Clearly, their friendship was not as fragile as Jungkook had feared it was.

Except sometimes, Jungkook would catch Taehyung looking at him for a second longer than felt normal. Sometimes, when Jimin made a joke about Jungkook's online job, Taehyung would get this knowing little smile on his face, like he was remembering something only the two of them had shared. And every time, Jungkook felt warmth creep into his face before quickly looking away.

But they didn't talk about it more. Didn't elaborate on it more. They didn't need to.

It was just Taehyung, after all. Just his best friend.

And if Jungkook felt weird about it all, he ignored it. He avoided the subject altogether. He tried to forget about it and put it past him. For weeks, he thought if he just ignored it, the weird feeling would disappear and he'd move on. And thank God for the distraction of classes and assignments.

For weeks, he managed to convince himself they were fine and it wouldn't happen again anyway. Until, of course, an opportunity arised for him to earn even more money. An opportunity involving Taehyung. And for days, Jungkook hesitated to ask another favour. After how he felt since the last time, it might be smarter not to do it again, after all. But during a night of drinking in their dorm and watching anime while snacking on salted popcorn, Jungkook mentioned a request his followers had made. And Taehyung— Taehyung had just offered. Just like that.

They didn't plan it ahead that night. But the knowledge that Taehyung wanted to do it was enough. And in the days after that, Jungkook already planned ahead his next duo post.

***

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Taehyung asked for what felt like the fifteenth time that night. By now, Jungkook was beginning to wonder if he was the one on the verge of backing out, the way Taehyung kept circling the question like the answer might change if he asked enough times.

Jungkook glanced at him with one eyebrow raised, head tilted curiously.

"Are you?" He shot back. "You keep asking me, hyung."

Taehyung huffed something under his breath, but didn't answer properly.

Jungkook, if he was being honest, hoped they would go through with it. Not just because of the money— thought that part mattered more than he liked to admit. The kind of money this video could bring in wasn't small, after all. And he'd promised Taehyung he'd buy him something nice afterward. A thank you, since Taehyung had flat out refused a cut of the earnings under the pretense of 'you're not paying me for filming porn together, Gguk. That's weird.'

Maybe that was a little weird.

But that wasn't the only reason.

There was something else, something that felt harder to name but it sat somewhere far in the back of his head. A curiosity that Jungkook hadn't been able to shake since that last time. Jungkook needed to know if, that day, everything that had happened between Taehyung's drunken giggles and their tangled legs was genuine. It had just felt too easy, you know?

He still remembered it too clearly.

The weight of Taehyung's hand on him, the heat of it and how different it felt from his own calloused hands, caused by his motorcycle. Taehyung's hands were so soft and warm, sometimes he still remembered the touch of his fingers on his lower tummy, along his cock…

He remembered those short nails, softly stroking back his hair after cleaning them up, in a way that was so Taehyung. Something he did often, but something that —in that moment— had suddenly taken a whole other meaning and felt so intimate.

And his scent… It had been too real, too close and much too present. Not that he didn't know what Taehyung smelled like. He was his best friend and roommate, someone he shared meals with, studied with, cuddled with in bed during late-night conversations while they watched TV-shows on the tablet or played video games. But suddenly his scent had been closer than ever before. Musky from his shampoo, but also warm and so, so pleasant. At least if he ignored the little hint of beer that night.

And… embarrassingly, Jungkook still remembered even the smell of Taehyung's come that had landed on his hand that day, smelling so much like his own, but also entirely different purely because it wasn't his own.

During the weeks since those photos were taken, he felt disoriented, and each time he'd thought about Taehyung's hand on his cock, jerking him to completion, giggling into his ear about how drunk he felt— it made Jungkook's heartbeat pick up and his skin prickle. And by now, he didn't know if he liked that at all. He thought it would pass, but what did it mean that it hadn't passed at all?

Today, Jungkook wanted more clarity. He wanted to know if that experience had just been a one-time deal, fueled by alcohol and bad decision-making. He wanted to know if it was just a fluke, or something else. Something— he didn't know what something just yet.

"It's just so different when you're filming it, you know?" Taehyung said, breaking the silence and bringing Jungkook back to the present. "Photos are fine, people won't know it was kind of awkward behind the scene. But neither of us are actors, it would be easy to pick up on through a video."

His best friend shrugged, but Jungkook didn't miss the pink tint on his tan cheeks. Or the way he was fidgeting with the cords of his hoodie as he stood up and walked to the fridge to grab two more beers.

They had already drank a few. One after coming back from study club, two during dinner while they avoided the elephant in the room that was their after-dinner plans. And then, after their individual showers they had shared another drink. And now this… another round.

Maybe alcohol wasn't the worst idea after all.

Jungkook could feel the nerves under his skin, crawling faintly through his veins like a static. A drink might soften his edges, might make his thoughts cool down a little.

"I'm not trained at acting, but I'm trained at editing my videos." Jungkook said, trying to lighten the mood. He reached out, patting Taehyung's thigh before bringing the beer to his lips and taking a long sip. "It'll be fine."

Taehyung responded by downing a few quick gulps.

"So do we like— Idunno… kiss?" He asked suddenly.

Jungkook blinked. "What?! No? I mean… should we?"

"I'm asking you, Gguk." Taehyung tilted his head. "They won't see our faces, but if I'm acting as your roommate slash new situationship, shouldn't it make sense that we kiss?"

For a moment, there was silence. Only the sound of the fizz in their beer bottles and their awkward breaths filled the space between them, and Jungkook was fidgeting with the label on the bottle, tearing at the edges. Jungkook didn't know why it made him so uncomfortable, sweat suddenly forming at the back of his neck. Why did he feel nervous?

"I guess it's just kissing, right?" He said at last. "I mean, I kiss with girls that I fool around with, too. It's not like kissing is anything special. I think we could. I mean… for me it's okay. It's just platonic kissing."

Taehyung didn't answer him right away. In fact, all he did was stare blankly for a minute. He always was able to shut off his emotions completely, becoming impossible to read. It was intimidating at times, especially now.

There was a long pause, but eventually Taehyung nodded. Something in his jaw tightened for a fraction of a second, but a smile appeared on his lips so naturally, like he hadn't stopped smiling at all.

"Totally. Platonic kissing is fine."

He took a long swig from his beer bottle, and he stood up to grab yet another beer, only for himself this time.

"Are you sure you're good?" Jungkook asked, not sure if he wanted Taehyung to keep drinking with the plans they had.

"Yeah." Taehyung said quickly, almost dismissive. "It's not that special." He agreed with Jungkook's earlier words, and the younger nodded. That settled it, then.

But then why was it so awkward.

"Sooo, we kiss." He continued, forcing himself to go over the plan one more time. "You give me a hand job from behind and tease me a little, and I'll jerk you off. That's it, right?"

Taehyung nodded, deciding last minute not to open the beer. "Let's just start the camera then, try get comfortable."

The sudden decisiveness in Taehyung caught Jungkook off guard, but he followed suit. Taehyung put the beer bottle back, which Jungkook was kind of relieved about, and then tugged off his sweater in one smooth motion.

Jungkook's eyes flicked up before he could stop them.

He was used to this; seeing Taehyung half-dressed, fully undressed, existing in their shared space in any state of dress, actually. It was normal, it always had been. It was too comfortable, being confident and feeling at ease, being naked around another straight guy. After doing sports in high school and showering with a whole team, you get used to stuff like that.

Tonight, it didn't feel easy or comfortable.

Something felt different.

Taehyung's skin was smooth under the dim lighting in the room. There was a faint line of muscle that wasn't as sculpted as Jungkook's. He'd begged his friend to join him to the gym often, but Taehyung would never give in. Not that it was needed… His body was toned, yet soft in the best places. A soft tummy, with hair dusting from his belly button and disappearing into his sweatpants. A strong chest, sculpted shoulders and long but toned arms. He looked very attractive, even Jungkook could admit that.

Then, his waistband shifted, and underneath it Taehyung revealed his Calvin Klein boxer shorts and thighs.

"Straight to the point." Jungkook murmured, sounding as casual as he could.

He stood up quickly, turning to his camera in hopes it would distract him. He made sure the angle was alright, and that he'd hit "start", waiting for the red small light to blink like a heartbeat, showing they were being recorded.

Then, once satisfied, Jungkook stripped down to his boxers. He kneeled onto the bed, the image before him overwhelming in the most foreign way. Taehyung, laying on his side, leaning on one elbow and his dark eyes following Jungkook's every move.

"So who st—" Jungkook couldn't even finish his sentence, because Taehyung answered it quite clearly, pulling him down so their lips met halfway through his words.

The kiss was different from any kiss Jungkook had ever had before.

The first thing he noticed was the faint scrape of day-old stubble against his chin. It was such a small detail, something most people probably wouldn’t even think twice about, but Jungkook noticed everything, always nitpicky with anything. And this was different. Girls had always felt softer… their skin, their lips, the familiar sweetness of whatever lip gloss they wore that would inevitably end up transferring onto his own lips and chin. He could still remember the slight stickiness of it against his mouth, the artificial flavors lingering long after the kiss was over. It wasn’t something he particularly loved, always disliking too many stimuli like that. 

But this was something else entirely.

He wasn’t sure if the roughness was better or worse. It was just unfamiliar, and that alone seemed to make him pay more attention to it than he should have. Knowing how sensitive own skin was, he could already imagine the faint redness that would probably appear later from the friction. It felt so strange…and doing this with Taehyung felt even stranger. 

Because Taehyung, his best friend, the person he spent the last two years knowing in every way except this one, was not at all what Jungkook had expected.

He was confident, more confident than Jungkook had ever seen him.

There was no hesitation or awkwardness. From the very beginning, it was obvious that Taehyung was taking the lead, and Jungkook found himself following without even thinking about it. It was throwing him off…

Jungkook had always thought he preferred having the upper hand. He liked knowing what to do, liked being the one setting the pace. With girls, he had always been comfortable in that role. The one who initiated, the one who guided them and knew exactly what came next. And truth be told… during his random hookups, it’s not like he was trying very hard to impress anyone. 

But this was Taehyung. Maybe he did want to impress Taehyung. Why though? For a few seconds, that fact was overwhelming enough that Jungkook forgot to do anything except let it happen. What surprised him even more was how naturally Taehyung seemed to adjust to him.  And the way he accommodated him so easily, too. He didn’t seem to mind Jungkook’s lip piercings at all, for instance. Girls always had to get used to it, with metal clashing against teeth and pulling awkwardly between their lips. But Taehyung’s tongue just slid past them wetly, just focusing on sliding their tongues together until only their lewd sounds filled the room. 

There was no awkward pause, no fumbling around trying to figure things out. Taehyung seemed to understand him easily, like he already knew what made Jungkook react and what would make him lose track of the fact that there was a camera recording them right there… Or that they were straight best friends making out like their life depended on it…

Of course he had expected this to feel strange. He had expected the whole thing to feel forced, like something they were doing for the sake of the video and nothing more. But clearly Taehyung was set on distracting him from any of those worries.

The room suddenly felt smaller. The quiet sounds around them seemed amplified; the faint hum of the computer, the distant noise from outside, the soft rustle of movement between them. Jungkook became painfully aware of everything, like the warmth of Taehyung being this close, the fact that he knew this person better than anyone, and somehow still felt like he was discovering something completely new.

“Shit, Tae—” he whispered, the words escaping with a quiet laugh. He kept his voice low enough that the mic wouldn’t pick it up.

Taehyung didn’t answer. If anything, it seemed like he didn’t like that Jungkook was still able to talk and be distracted, if the way his kissing turned faster was any hint. His hands, too, started to move up and down Jungkook’s body slowly. From his toned stomach to his firm chest, flicking his nipple to tease at the piercing before he rubbed it between his thumb and index finger. 

Jungkook gasped out loud, and he could feel his face scrunch in pleasure because shit… Taehyung quickly found out just how sensitive he was there and he was surely using it to his advantage. 

“You like this so much, don’t you?” Taehyung asked, playing with the piercing on Jungkook’s chest, rolling it between his fingers as he stopped the kiss and moved down to kiss at Jungkook’s neck instead. It sent shivers all the way down Jungkook’s spine, and he didn’t know what was happening to him because holy fuck– Taehyung was acting much differently than what he was used to. He wasn’t the sweet, charismatic guy everyone always fell for. He was a menace. 

Jungkook didn’t respond. At least not with words. But his stomach and chest weren’t exactly hiding just how fast he was breathing, his lungs working overtime. He knew his nipples were sensitive, it was the reason he got one of them pierced after all. But no one paid much attention to it. Aside from a little lick or pinch, girls usually skimmed right past them. But Taehyung? Taehyung was treating Jungkook like a puppet, finding more and more strings to play as the seconds ticked by. 

“I’d like it even more if you touched me somewhere else.” Jungkook huffed, not sure if they should drag this out too much. Most of his videos weren’t too long. Max twenty minutes. Even with a lot of editing, if Taehyung kept dragging this out more, Jungkook would have to cut it into multiple videos or only post half of it. And besides… dragging this out could only make it weirder in the long run. 

Plus. Jungkook was starting to feel weird. 

Weird because he felt so turned on, so hot and bothered, because of his friend. A man. His male friend. Taehyung had only kissed him and played with one nipple and Jungkook was hard and leaking inside his own CK’s. 

But Taehyung understood. He took the hint easily, and his hand slid down further, past Jungkook’s belly button and the soft hairs that lead into his boxers. When his fingertips pressed into the elastic waistband, Jungkook started to squirm. For one, because he was ticklish. Taehyung’s hand on his lower belly made him laugh nervously, head pushing further into his pillow and lips parting in a soft gasp. 

“Tickles.” He whispered. 

But the sensation changed quickly. Taehyung’s fingers kept moving, with more pressure this time. Through the trimmed pubes and toward his cock, already fully hard now and confined by the fabric of his boxers. 

When Taehyung pulled his cock free, Jungkook let out a soft moan. 

“You really are so sensitive.” Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook didn’t recognise the tone he was using. Was it awe? Judgment? Surprise? Taehyung felt impossible to read at times like this, especially when Jungkook couldn’t even see his face. “Let’s take these off of you. You wanna give people a show, after all.” He whispered into Jungkook’s ear, and without moving, he helped Jungkook out of his boxers. 

It took some wiggling, some odd angles and a lot of effort to not move too much and accidentally flash the tattooed arm or their faces. But Jungkook’s boxers came off at last, and were thrown haphazardly onto the floor beside the bed, leaving him completely bare. 

With no warning, Taehyung’s long fingers wrapped around Jungkook’s cock, unmoving. Like he was just getting a feel of it, trying to memorise the weight, feeling its warmth. Jungkook lost it when he slowly moved his hand up and down after a long minute, moving the foreskin over his head and back, stroking along his frenulum each time. It was enough to make Jungkook’s back arch for a moment, a small whine escaping his throat that he tried to swallow back instantly. It felt good. More than good. Jungkook often did this to himself while he masturbated, but it wasn’t something many girls paid attention to. 

His foreskin was one of the most sensitive things on his body. And though most girls meant well, they often didn’t know how to touch him in a way that felt good without going into oversensitivity, overwhelming friction or even pain. Jungkook had seen Taehyung’s cock last time. He'd touched it. And he knew they had this in common. Taehyung knew what he was doing and it showed.

“Lube.” Jungkook whispered when Taehyung played with the head of his cock. It was teasing, way too much of it. And Jungkook wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it for now. Yes, he’d asked Taehyung for a favour. But the deal was a handjob. What he was getting was much more than that. Nipple stimulation, attention to his cock so intense he couldn’t breathe and shit– they hadn’t even fully started. 

“Getting there.” Taehyung snickered, taking the bottle that he’d prepared from under the pillow and since he was leaning against the bed on one arm, he couldn’t warm the liquid up between his palms. So instead, he poured it directly over Jungkook’s cock, watching it twitch from the coldness. Jungkook’s skin raised in more goosebumps when it made Taehyung curse against the back of his neck. 

And just like that, the whole atmosphere changed. 

With the lube, it became so much easier for Taehyung to stroke Jungkook’s cock now. His grip was tight, but not uncomfortable. He moved his wrist just like Jungkook would do with his own, and maybe the plus side of getting jerked off by a guy was that at least, the person knew what he was doing. At least in this, their experience matched.

So Taehyung knew how to flick his wrist. He knew how much pressure to apply, and he knew the most sensitive little spots by heart. And fuck it, if he wasn’t taking full advantage of his knowledge, because Jungkook’s legs spread on their own accord and he was starting to move his hips to thrust into Teahyung’s hand, wanting more. Wanting it to be faster. 

But in doing so, he realised something else. 

Taehyung was hard, so much that he could feel a wetness against his lower backside, right above his crack, where Taehyung’s cock twitched– still confined in his boxers. Jungkook should know that it’s just a common reaction. Even if they’re straight guys, the kissing and the close proximity to another body was enough to drive someone crazy. To make someone horny. It wasn’t weird that Taehyung was getting hard from this, right? 

Jungkook was quite hot, too. Even guys could admit that. Taehyung had admitted it. So maybe it was a little strange, but it was normal, right? 

Except, it didn’t feel normal when Taehyung’s cock twitched between his ass cheeks and leaked through his boxers on Jungkook’s skin. 

“You’re so damn responsive.” Taehyung whispered, and his lips were pressing against Jungkook’s ear, playfully nipping and pulling at one of the many piercings there. It made Jungkook shiver once more, a moan escaping his lips when Taehyung’s hand slowed down on his cock. Fuck– he’d been so close. He hadn’t realised it, so distracted by the cock against his ass that he hadn’t realised he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm already. 

But as Taehyung’s hand stilled, it pulled him back quickly and he spread his legs even wider, lifting one and hooking it behind Taehyung’s thighs, spreading his body toward the camera completely. It only gave Taehyung more room to move his hand down, hand cupping his balls and teasing him softly. Jungkook suddenly noticed that Taehyung’s rings were gone. The older almost always wore rings, sometimes more chunky ones, sometimes dainty rings on each finger. He barely every took them off. But right now, his fingers were completely bare and careful as they played with Jungkook’s sack, rolling them in his palm carefully like a set of dice. 

“Oh my fuc– fuck!” Jungkook’s hips shot forward, and though he couldn’t come like this, with no stimulation around his cock, he felt damn close. Taehyung’s hands were skilled, and they softly pushed his balls down, applying more pressure, just enough to drive him crazy without it being painful. Had any girls ever played with his balls before? No, right? Sure, they might have held them while they sucked him off occasionally, but this? 

Had Jungkook played with his own balls before? 

He might start tomorrow. 

“Feels good, right?” Taehyung purred, fingers stroking his cock once more before pushing down his balls just like before. The double sensation was enough to make Jungkook groan again, head falling back against Taehyung’s shoulder before he nodded, biting down his lower lip hard enough to bruise. 

As Taehyung’s fingers slid lower, the lube made everything so slippery and without warning —or even without intention— the pads of his index and middle finger pushed between Jungkook’s cheeks, adding pressure to his hole and while Taehyung gasped in surprise, an apology ready on his lips, neither of them was prepared for the moan that escaped Jungkook so suddenly. 

Because what the fuck was that–

Jungkook wasn’t stupid, obviously. He knew anal was a thing. Even between men and women, some men liked being pegged. It wasn’t necessarily gay to touch your own asshole. Or for a woman to touch it. 

But shit, it felt kind of gay for his best guy friend to touch his asshole and for him to like it. 

“Sorry.” Taehyung whispered, about to pull his hand back, but Jungkook’s free hand came down to hold the older’s hand in place. Two fingers were still frozen between his ass cheeks, and Jungkook was pressing two of his own fingers down over it to keep them there. 

“It’s– it’s fine. It feels kinda…” Jungkook hesitated, shaking his head slowly. No… Nevermind. This was weird. He pulled back his hand, releasing Taehyung’s so he could pull back. 

“Good?” Taehyung finished his sentence after all, and Jungkook knew that if he’d see himself in the mirror right now, his skin would flush bright pink from the embarrassment he felt. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t nod. He figured if he didn’t, maybe Taehyung would move his hand and go back to jerking him off and they could finish what he started. 

But Taehyung’s middle finger just pressed down harder, and it made Jungkook writhe on the bed, pressing his ass harder against Taehyung’s groin and he let out another gasp. “Hyung, what the fuck–” 

He wasn’t sure why it happened so easily, but in a matter of seconds and due to his own fault for pushing back like that, Taehyung’s middle finger slid deeper inside of him, stretching him further and Jungkook froze in a panic, feeling Taehyung go rigid behind him. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice pinched. 

“I didn’t do anything, you pushed down on it!” Taehyung murmured, pulling his finger back and as he did so, there was a hint of something that made Jungkook’s leg shake against Taehyung’s thigh, a surprised sound escaping him. 

“Fuck– fuck, fuck fuck! Okay–” Jungkook said, clearly going through an inner monologue and he had no clue what kind of emotional turmoil and panic Taehyung was going through as he tried to calm down his own thoughts. Thoughts that included having his best friend’s finger in his ass. And liking it. Thoughts about how that hint – that little spark of a feeling– felt beyond intense already and maybe… maybe Jungkook was a little curious all of the sudden. “Can you do it again?” 

Taehyung’s hand had moved away completely. Though he was still touching Jungkook, his wet fingers now pressed into the inside of Jungkook's thigh where it was still curled around his own. 

If Taehyung was surprised, he didn’t voice it out loud. His hand stroked back down to Jungkook’s cock, stroking his length once to make sure he was still hard, cupping his balls once more to stimulate him just a little. “You sure?” 

“Now. Before I change my mind.” Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung’s fingers repeated their earlier route, down between his cheeks and rubbing against his entrance with more intent this time. There was plenty of lube to make it feel wet, with how generously Taehyung had coated his cock earlier. He knew that his best friend had anal sex before. They talked about their sex lives in great detail, and he knew that Taehyung had gotten so lucky during the halloween party last semester, when a girl let him fuck her ass because –his words– she was saving her pussy for marriage. 

Which… didn’t matter right now. Jungkook was trying so hard to distract himself from the weird request he’d made, but his curiosity was winning over his fear and the fact that it was very fucking gay to ask your best guy friend to finger you. 

Taehyung asked once more if he was sure, his lips pressing against Jungkook’s cheek when he asked, and when the younger nodded, he pressed his middle finger inside just like earlier, all the way inside until his palm cupped Jungkook’s cheek. 

“Feels so fuckin’ weird.” Jungkook said, wiggling his ass just slightly to feel that spark again, from before. He even told Taehyung to move it in and out, but it didn’t come. He didn’t feel it again. “Can you do another one?” 

Taehyung choked on air, hiding his own face into Jungkook’s shoulder as he cursed under his breath but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he did what Jungkook asked, pressing his index finger against his furled hole before pressing in, alongside his middle finger. 

“Ow, fuck–” Jungkook tried to pull away from the initial sting, but that just hurt more and he felt Taehyung’s other hand curl around his waist between the mattress and his body, pulling him closer again. “I was wrong, it hur– oh fuck! Oh my fucking Go–oh!” 

That was it. That was exactly what he’d felt in that tiny little spark but even more intense. Jungkook had never felt something like it before, and his eyes rolled back for a moment before he pushed his head harder against Taehyung’s shoulder, shaking his head for no other reason than being extremely overwhelmed with pleasure for a hot second. 

Now that Taehyung had managed to push his other hand underneath Jungkook, it became easy for him to slide his free hand to Jungkook’s cock, stroking him once more while his two other fingers were deep inside of him. If he were to see himself on the camera right now, Jungkook would find himself completely wrapped up in Taehyung’s embrace. The other was cradling his body entirely, one arm underneath him, hand stroking him, the other between his legs with Jungkook spread open for him to play with. 

“Feels good?” Taehyung asked, kissing Jungkook’s neck as he started twisting his fingers inside of him, trying to find the spot that had made him cry out seconds ago to stimulate it again. And when he did, Jungkook’s body responded so intensely that he felt a single tear roll from his eye across his temple and into his hair, another moan releasing from his chest. 

“Yeah, so good hyung… so good.” Jungkook said, unable to say anything else. His usual snarky, confident self was gone for tonight, replaced by whatever being had taken over his body right now. Because this just felt unreal. The intensity, the vulnerability, the way he was giving himself to Taehyung like this. He’d forgotten all about the camera right now, greedy to feel more of that pleasure. To see what else Taehyung could do with his body if he played the right buttons. 

“You sound so good, fuck.” Taehyung said, his hips moving and Jungkook could feel it. The wetness coming through his boxers was coating his lower back with precome, and Taehyung was moving his hips to rub his cock between their bodies where they were pressed close, seeking friction. 

“You can use my ass.” Jungkook said. Or was it Jungkook? Had he really just said that? Did prostate stimulation make him so damn high that he threw all his boundaries and beliefs out of the window just to feel a little more? “Slide your dick between my cheeks, against it… you know.”

“Shit, you’re for real right now?” Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook nodded before he could second guess himself. He winced when Taehyung pulled back his fingers, and he felt shame fill his gut when he felt his hole clench around nothing. Though he quickly lifted his own leg so that Taehyung could get out of his shorts, and before he could return to their previous position, Taehyung cradled the back of his thigh and held Jungkook’s leg up before he slid his cock right between his round cheeks, groaning when he finally got some more stimulation than Jungkook's lower back.

If Jungkook thought two fingers up his ass was strange, then this was even stranger. He knew what Taehyung’s cock looked like. Knew the girth of it, and he felt his cheeks spreading around it to accommodate him. The pressure, though– that was something else. Feeling someone’s cock rub against his asshole was weird. In a good way. He had learned, just minutes ago, that he had quite the amount of nerve endings there and the stimulation drove him insane. Not only because it felt nice, but after having his ass stuffed with two fingers, suddenly feeling the shallow stimulation like this wasn’t nearly enough. 

And then there was the fact that Taehyung’s cock kept brushing against his ballsack. Which, they had also learned, was insanely sensitive just like the rest of him. Jungkook was jerking at his own cock for now, the poor thing had been left completely abandoned by now. But as Taehyung rubbed himself off like that, nothing felt enough, all of the sudden. 

Jungkook was, and always would be, a greedy bastard. 

And right now, that greedy bastard wanted to feel more. 

“It’s not enough. Hyung, fuck it’s not enough.” Jungkook said, jerking himself off faster, but he grew frustrated when he felt further away from an orgasm than ever before. Taehyung’s hand came to cover Jungkook’s own, stroking along his cock with him but Jungkook only shook his head. “I want to feel more like… inside.” The last word was whispered so low, so inaudible, that Taehyung went completely still, lips kissing the top of Jungkook’s ear and the sensation of that went right to his gut, making his cock twitch in both their hands. 

“What?” 

“Inside.” Jungkook said, louder this time. “Just– I want something. Anything.” He said, shaking his head in slight frustration. He didn’t know what exactly it was that he wanted. He just wanted more. “Can you– just the tip, maybe? Just something. The stretch felt kinda… nice…” 

“Just the– what the fuck, are you hearing yourself?” Taehyung cursed for a moment, and he pulled his cock back before he pressed two fingers inside of Jungkook easily, curling into the right angle right away and making Jungkook cry out louder than before. “There– that’s it, fuuuck it feels good.” He murmured, wiggling his ass back against Taehyung’s hand and still– still he felt greedier. 

“More, hyung.” 

And more is what he got. Taehyung pressed his ring finger inside, and Jungkook winced and hissed, his entire face scrunching up in pain because shit, that hurt. But it hurt only for a few seconds. Taehyung scooped more lube from between his cheeks and worked it inside, fingers playing with Jungkook’s ass like they’d never done anything else, already knowing which buttons to press to make him sigh and gasp into the air of their room. But even now, Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung with pleading eyes. It only took a second for him to look away, because the eye contact made it all too real. Too much of a reminder who he was doing this with. 

“I said the tip, just try it.” 

“I don’t have a condom close.” Taehyung said, ever the sensible guy, but Jungkook didn’t want to hear any of that. 

“Don’t care, I’m clean. So are you.” He said, quite confident about it. They were both safe guys, he’d never slipped up with girls before. And he knew Taehyung was always well stocked on condoms himself. Maybe they should be more careful, more responsible. But nothing about asking your straight best friend to play with your ass was very responsible. 

“You’re killing me.” Taehyung whispered, shaking his head to himself before he grabbed Jungkook’s chin into his hand,  his fingers covered in lube and feeling warm after being in his ass just seconds before. It should be gross. Feeling them pruned up from the lube and his actions, knowing where they’d been and feeling them on his face now, against the stubble burn on his chin–

But all of it was easily forgotten when Taehyung pulled him into a kiss. A kiss that wasn’t for show, whatsoever, since their faces were out of the frame anyway. It was a kiss of indulgence, one that melted Jungkook and turned his limbs into goo. One that distracted him from Taehyung’s blunt head, wet with fresh, cold lube, suddenly pressing against his entrance and pushing inside every so slowly. 

“Oh.” 

“Too much?” Taehyung asked, looking at Jungkook’s face to search for any sign of discomfort, but Jungkook shook his head no, and he put his hand on Taehyung’s hip, sliding between their bodies to wrap around the base of Taehyung's cock. 

The intrusion felt weird. But not as weird as his three fingers had. They had been bulky, a little crooked inside of him, they’d burned at first. His cock felt different. Full, was one way to put it, even if it was just a few centimeters. Wetter, that was for sure. And the warmth and shape made Jungkook’s own cock twitch and leak against his stomach in pure excitement. 

Jungkook didn’t tell Taehyung to move, but he did wiggle just slightly, trying to figure out if he liked the feeling. If he didn’t feel discomfort as he moved. He tried to get more stimulation, too, wishing it would rub against that little nerve ending inside of him, but he grew frustrated when it wouldn’t work. 

Instead, Jungkook let go of Taehyung’s cock. He put a hand underneath his own thigh, lifting it higher, before he pushed back in one smooth motion and he could feel Taehyung’s full length push inside and fill him to the brim, his pelvis hitting Jungkook’s plush ass at once. Both of them moaned out loud, and the bed creaked underneath them before Taehyung cursed. 

“What the hell, Gguk!” Taehyung exclaimed, clearly in shock, not daring to move at all when he looked down between their bodies. But Jungkook couldn’t do anything but laugh in shock at what he’d done. 

“Don’t think, just move hyung.” He said, not wanting to overthink and regret this right away. He wanted at least an intense orgasm out of this before the panic could set in and ruin their friendship entirely. 

Taehyung did move. 

And Jungkook had never imagined to be the guy who cried during sex, but tears filled his eyes at once as Taehyung started to fuck him in earnest. Not because he was emotional, but because it felt good. The tears felt like they came from another nerve ending that Taehyung kept hitting with every thrust, his sounds broken and melodic as he dropped his leg and turned around on the bed, crawling onto his knees. 

Taehyung never once slid out of him, following so easily, like their bodies were moving as one. And with no plan for any of this, they ended up with Taehyung between his spread legs, Jungkook’s face and chest pressed into the pillow, his back arched and ass up high, jiggling with every hard thrust as Taehyung fucked him relentlessly. The sound of their skin smacking, Jungkook’s soft ‘ah, ah!’s’ and Taehyung’s heavy breaths filled the room, and for the love of God, Jungkook hoped their neighbours were fast asleep. 

“You’re unreal, Jungkook.” Taehyung said, and by now, neither of them remembered the camera. Jungkook’s tattoos were on full display, and as he tried to turn his head to look back up at Taehyung, his face was entirely visible, eyes glossed over and lips spit slick and bright red from biting them. They were both covered in sweat, and Taehyung, now the dam had broken, couldn’t stop whispering Jungkook’s name like a mantra. 

That’s it Gguk. Feel so good, Jungkookie. Your body, shit– you look insane like this. 

Jungkook couldn’t remember ever feeling so intensely pleasured, so turned on, so good. He tried to jerk himself off, but the grip he had was too weak and all he could do was desperately grab at the sheets when Taehyung’s cock stabbed his prostate with every single thrust forward, hard enough for his head to knock into the headboard by now. And when Jungkook cried out in frustration about how close he was, it only took two strokes from Taehyung’s hand on his cock to spill all over the sheets beneath him and his own stomach. 

Taehyung’s other hand was hard and bruising, spreading one of his cheeks, and he thrusted a few more times before letting out a final groan, trying to pull out in time but coming inside of Jungkook with a few spurts before pulling out, covering his back and ass with the rest. 

After that, for a long moment, there was nothing.

Well, nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing and the sheets rustling when Taehyung moved to lay down beside him.

Jungkook wasn't sure how many minutes passed. He was still on his stomach, holding onto his pillow and trying not to panic over the fact that he'd just begged his best friend to fuck him. The fact that he could most definitely not file gay anal sex under curiosity or experimenting. Or maybe he could, but he knew that mentally, he'd never move past this.

Partly because he'd liked it. Like so much. That had, hands down, been the best sex he'd had in his entire life. He couldn't even flex the muscles in his ass right now without shivering in over sensitivity from the abuse to his prostate.

Taehyung was the first to move, and Jungkook's head shot up, panicking that he might run and ignore the situation, that he might be pissed off with him or upset. But Taehyung was calm. He turned off the camera on the tripod, and then walked to Jungkook's desk to grab the pack of wet wipes he kept there, wiping himself off quickly before he walked back to the bed.

"Do you want me to—"

"No!" Jungkook whispered, sitting up on his knees, grabbing the wet wipes a little too quickly to be natural. "No that's— I can do it, thanks." He tried to smile, pulling a wet wipe out and reaching behind himself to clean his lower back and his ass, eyes closing and a frown on his face when he wiped between his cheeks. It felt more sore than he thought it would. He made quick work of it, though, before sitting up with a wince.

"So that happened." Taehyung said, sitting on the edge of Jungkook's bed, butt naked and his skin flushed and glowing from the sweat that would soon become uncomfortable and sticky. They would both need a shower.

"Right, yeah." Jungkook awkwardly stroked through his messed up hair, scratching at his scalp for a moment before he looked away, unable to hold eye contact without becoming a flustered mess. His mind was going a mile a minute, and he didn't know how to continue a normal conversation after this. He was confused, embarrassed and the throbbing in his backside was both distracting but also a constant reminder of what had just happened. "You should take a shower first. I'll change the sheets."

Taehyung looked a little awkward, biting down his lip as his eyes stared Jungkook's face up and down. Taking in Jungkook's glossy eyes, the stain of his tear streaks and the redness around his lips from the stubble burn. Jungkook knew that's what he was looking at, because Taehyung's guilty conscience made him rub at his own chin, scrunching his nose a little when he realised he'd forgotten to shave that morning indeed.

If Taehyung didn't agree with Jungkook, he didn't say it, though. He nodded, looking every bit as awkward as Jungkook felt, and he stood up. Jungkook instantly turned his head away, because being eye to eye with Taehyung's cock —the one that just fucked the living daylight out of him, holy shit— was a little terrifying.

"I'll make it quick, I bet you wanna shower as well." Taehyung said, grabbing his towel before he walked toward their shared bathroom and closed the door. Within seconds, Jungkook stood up. He changed into boxers, and the first hoodie and sweatpants he found. After that, he stripped the sheets from his bed, stepped into his slides and left the apartment with his sheets messily pushed into a shopping bag. He left his phone behind, taking only his keys and his wallet and he practically made a run for it. Doing exactly what he was scared of Taehyung possibly doing just minutes earlier.

He knew it was a cowardly thing to do, but Jungkook wasn't particularly known for his commendable communication skills. He took the sheets to the laundromat, which was just next to their dormitory building, and after putting the load into the wash and turning on the cycle, he sat on one of the chairs inside the laundromat and leaned forward, rubbing at his face.

"Fucking Christ what did I do." He whispered to himself, pulling at his hair again. By now, it was getting oily from how many times he'd ran his fingers through it and from sweating so much during the sex.

He wasn't sure what he was panicking about more, though. The gay sex, or the fact that it was Taehyung that he'd had it with. Taehyung, his best friend. For two years, he'd been the person Jungkook relied on most. Since the first day they met, they just knew they were going to be best friends. Sure, Jimin might be Taehyung's soulmate or whatever, but what he and Taehyung shared was like a bond that ran deeper than something brotherly. He just couldn't explain it. But he knew Taehyung felt the same way. Their friendship was too important to ruin with this. Whatever this was.

The gay thing— despite what Jungkook might have thought, wasn't really all that scary in the end. He grew up with Yoongi as one of his closest friends, since their families were so close. Yoongi had kind of radicalised Jungkook on that regard. When Yoongi was fourteen, he'd told a ten year old Jungkook that he liked boys. And at that age, it wasn't that special. Jungkook had been a little curious about it, had asked questions, and Yoongi had patiently answered them all. And that was that. Yoongi grew up having a few boyfriends, Jungkook liked most of them as well— until they broke his friend's heart that was, after that they could go to hell.

And after getting into uni, obviously his horizon broadened. Yoongi met Seokjin, and they're now living together and unofficially married, having grown up jobs and raising their black cat together. And Jimin, one of his other best friends since the first week of uni, hopelessly in love with Namjoon. Jungkook has never once had a homophobic thought. Not towards someone else, and not toward himself. This whole 'no homo' shit had started because he just believed that he was, in fact, straight.

He'd only ever dated and slept with women. He just knew he liked girls, since that's what he grew up thinking. He'd never looked at a man himself and thought damn, i'd tap that. And even Taehyung, his best friend, no matter how close they were, he'd never considered him in that regard. Even during that first mutual handjob for his page, weeks ago. It hadn't felt too weird. Just two friends, having some mutual fun. They were able to move past that easily. At least, sort of… But now… that wouldn't be the case this time.

But just because he let his best friend fuck him, didn't mean he suddenly turned gay, right? He didn't particularly like that label for himself. Or just— labels in general. Suddenly, all Jungkook could think about was how uncomfortable the mere idea of labels made him feel. Not because he associated them with anything bad but… he just hated how suffocating it felt.

Jungkook stood up at last, not sure what time it was. He and Taehyung had both started filming earlier around ten thirty. Campus was very calm as well, so maybe it was somewhere close to midnight. Or just past it.

He walked back toward the dormitories, but instead of heading to his own floor, he kept walking the stairs up to the seventh floor, finding himself in front of Jimin and Namjoon's dorm room and he raised his hand to knock slowly. He looked around the hallway, which was quiet for the most part. There was still a soft, lofi hum of music coming from one door, but it wasn't too noticeable.

There was a bit of shuffling behind the door Jungkook had knocked on, and it took a few moments before Jimin opened his door, wearing his shirt backward and inside out, having been in a hurry to get dressed to open up.

"Gguk?" he frowned, his eyes looked tired, and his voice was croaky.

"Shit— I woke you up didn't I?"

"Fell asleep watching a movie. Something wrong?" Jimin asked, opening the door further to let him inside. Namjoon was lounging on the couch as well, though he hadn't made an effort to put a shirt on. With summer coming, it was just comfortable to be inside shirtless.

Now they'd stepped inside, into the light, Jungkook felt a little uncomfortable. Especially when Jimin's face turned into one of worry, and he noticed Jungkook looking the way he did. Jungkook hadn't even seen himself in a mirror yet, but he had an idea of what Jimin was seeing. "Something is wrong, you cried. What happened? Did you and Tae fight?"

Jimin pulled Jungkook by his hand and onto the couch, and when the younger was pulled down to sit, he hissed. The soreness wasn't getting better. If anything, it kind of felt like it was getting more intense. "No. We didn't fight." Jungkook said, looking at Namjoon who had made more space for him, the older seemed a bit worried as well, eyeing Jungkook carefully. He didn't speak up, though, knowing not to get between the two friends. Instead, Namjoon stood up and went to get a bottle of water from the fridge, handing it to Jungkook who accepted it with a tiny thanks.

"Okay so what hap—"

"I had sex with Taehyung."

Silence.

Just for a few long, long moments. Both Namjoon and Jimin were holding their breaths, looking at each other once, before carefully taking in Jungkook once more.

"You had sex with Taehyung?" Jimin repeated, tilting his head sideways in confusion.

"Just now." Jungkook nodded, staring at the television that was paused on a movie, right in the middle of an action scene. "We were just gonna film a little thing for my page and it was going fine. We talked about it before. I mean— a few weeks ago we kinda jerked off together. And then jerked each other off. And I took a few pics when we did and posted them with his permission and it kinda hit off, you know? And people wanted to see more, and they were paying so much for that content so—"

"Oh my fucking god, Jungkook…"

"So…" Jungkook said, looking at Jimin with dazed eyes. Namjoon squeezed Jimin's hand, stopping him from saying more. If Jimin would go into a tangent about how bad of an idea that had been, Jungkook would just close up and freeze. "So we thought we could do the same and just film it instead. And Tae was fine with it, and we planned it and then we started and well…"

"I take it the plan kind of went flying in the heat of the moment?" Namjoon continued sympathetically.

"One moment he was jerking me off, the next I was fucking myself on his dick." Jungkook said it so bluntly that Jimin had to wince, and even Namjoon looked a little shocked. "I don't even know what got into me, hyung, I'm freaking out." Jungkook mumbled to both of them at once, shaking his head and he suddenly looked a bit lost.

All Jimin could do was pull him into a hug first, rubbing at his back.

Jungkook knew that Jimin was Taehyung's friend first. It felt a bit unfair to come to him when he felt so anxious, but he really didn't know what else to do. And Yoongi lived all the way across town, it's not like he could just take a bus there at this hour.

"This whole subscription thing was just… just a good way to earn money, you know? And I never considered I could be into guys. I don't know what got into me, I never even touched myself there, why the hell did I want him to do it? What's wrong with me to do that out of nowhere?"

"Nothing is wrong with you, Gguk-ah… it's not wrong to be into things. Even new things. It's a little scary because you never imagined yourself doing it, but it's not wrong in the slightest."

With a shivered sigh, the youngest pulled back from the embrace Jimin had him in, wiping at his eyes and cheeks when he realised he'd started to tear up again. He thought about it, if Jimin had a point. Though he couldn't really believe it. Something must be wrong with him, because even with curiosity being a big factor, it didn't make sense to suddenly go from zero to hundred like that. From a complete inexperience with guys to needing his best friend in the most intimate, lewd way.

"I never even considered for a second that I could be gay in the slightest, hyung. In fact, I still don't think I am." Jungkook said, looking between the two of them a little lost. "I like girls. Even now, when I think about girls, I think hell yes, I'd love to kiss a girl right now easily." He murmured, but maybe that wasn't entirely true. Because sure, he'd kiss a girl. But while kissing that girl, he might possibly think about kissing his best friend again. Taehyung was a really good kisser.

"Okay so let's park that conversation for a moment." Jimin said, reaching out to squeeze his knee. "You don't need to label yourself tonight, Gguk. Just because you had sex with a guy doesn't mean you need to choose your flag and join a parade."

"I know that—"

"I think Jiminie just wants to say that maybe you're focusing on the wrong thing." Namjoon said, his voice calm and careful, knowing full well that Jungkook was like a ticking time bomb right now. "The whole labels thing, it's a lot to think about and even if you figure it out, it's not really what you're panicking about right now anyway. Figuring out one answer won't answer the other things you're wondering about."

"What should I be focusing on then?" Jungkook asked, his big round eyes falling on Namjoon, teeth pulling at the piercing in his lip.

"I guess we should talk about Taehyung." Namjoon said, and Jungkook's eyes snapped into focus before he blinked multiple times and looked away awkwardly, squirming in his seat. Did he want to talk about Taehyung? Did he want to consider what this would do to their friendship?

"Right. Taehyung… your best friend. The one you talk about with every moment we're together. The guy you do everything with to the point of it being a little creepy. The guy you look at like he hung the sta—" Jimin was silenced by Namjoon, who reached out to his wrist with a warning gaze and shook his head. Okay, maybe Jimin was taking it a little far with the dramatics. He'd long made his point, and if he'd continue like that, Jungkook might actually panic more, instead of less. Because shit— when had he become so obsessed with Taehyung, that was kinda scary.

Jungkook did think about Taehyung, though. And despite the interruption, Jungkook knew what Jimin was going to say. He wondered if part of it was true… Sure, he did talk about Taehyung a lot. They lived together, and their social life included one another constantly since they had the same friend groups, shared some classes, went to the same parties. It was easy for them to constantly be joined at the hip, and Jungkook wouldn't want it any other way.

Taehyung was hilarious, and kind. He'd always indulge Jungkook in his little endeavours and he was always supportive and close. Every text Jungkook sent was answered within minutes. Every question he asked was responded to with patience and lots of thought. Every touch he gave Taehyung was reciprocated in the most natural way because of how close they were.

He liked Taehyung. Always had. He looked up to him, liked being around him. Jungkook liked who he himself was when he was around Taehyung. And some days, when he didn't join Taehyung to some party, he did get a little pouty that it meant not spending their free time together. Jungkook just liked his presence, having him close, his attention.

Shit—

Did he like Taehyung?

"I like Taehyung, don't I?" He whispered, shoulders slumping a little at the realisation.

Jimin's expression softened, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looked at him.

"Yeah." He said quietly, agreeing far too easily.

Jungkook blinked, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Yeah?"

"I mean… yeah, you obviously like Taehyung." Jimin tilted his head slightly, his voice gentle. "But Gguk, you've always liked him."

"That's not what I meant." Jungkook shook his head almost immediately.

Of course he liked Taehyung. That part wasn't even a question anymore.

But that wasn't what he was asking.

"I know…" Jimin nodded slowly, squeezing Jungkook's knee reassuringly. "You're asking if you like-like him."

The words made Jungkook's stomach twist. Hearing them said out loud made everything feel far too real. He could feel the colour drain from his face, his mind reeling. He didn't want to panic just because someone else had put a name to the thoughts that had been haunting him.

"It's not like you have to figure it all out tonight." Namjoon said calmly, noticing the shift in Jungkook's expression before Jimin did. Jungkook mentally cursed himself for being so easy to read, his face had always betrayed him too easily. "But we know how much you trust him. How much you enjoy being around him. How much you pout when he's out doing things without you. Just because your bond can be put in a different perspective now, doesn't mean everything will suddenly fall apart."

Jimin looked at his boyfriend with quiet fondness, because this was exactly why he loved Namjoon. He always managed to find the right words, much more carefully than Jimin would manage himself.

"Mm, he's right." Jimin agreed. "Try not to think about how it might change or ruin your friendship, Ggukie. Try and consider it might just make things better? Things could just go up from here, you know? Taehyungie loves you, obviously. You're one of the most important people in his life. You're his best friend, and he's yours."

Jungkook swallowed.

"You should go talk to him."

"God, no." The answer came instantly, accompanied by an immediate shake of his head.

Jimin snorted.

"Not right this second."

"Definitely not while you look like you're about to pass out like that." Namjoon added, a small hint of amusement slipping into his voice.

At least they could laugh about it. Jungkook wasn't sure how they were managing to be so calm when his entire world felt like it had been flipped upside down.

"Just…" Namjoon paused, choosing his words carefully and placing a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Don't go back there thinking you have to apologise for anything. Don't ignore what happened, but don't walk in assuming you've already ruined anything, either."

Jungkook looked at him, still struggling with that. Because wasn't that exactly what he'd done? Hadn't he crossed a line without thinking? Hadn't he left Taehyung alone after taking advantage of him, doing all that with no warning, no question, and then running off to leave Taehyung alone, just because he was too scared to face him?

"Just talk to your best friend." Namjoon finished.

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. And for a moment, nobody said anything.

His thoughts were still running wild, imagining every possible way the conversation could go wrong. What if he said the wrong thing? What if he panicked again? What if he tried to make everything smaller because of his insecurity in hopes that they could just… avoid it and move on… like the first slip-up they had.

"What if he doesn't feel the same?" Jungkook asked after what felt like minutes. It wasn't even really meant for them, it was something he'd been asking himself over and over.

But Najmoon and Jimin only exchanged a look, something knowing. A quiet understanding. And then, they turned to him. "Then you'll deal with that." Namjoon said. "And you'll talk about it."

"Just don't decide his answer for him, Gguk. Let him give it himself." Jimin added softly, protective of his best friend as well. "Give him some grace and let him speak for himself."

Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed his hands over his face, letting out a shaky breath. His eyes were still glossy, hands trembling. He felt terrified, but he knew deep dwon that they were right.

He couldn't keep walking down the endless path of overthinking every possible outcome before anything even happened.

He had to give his best friend some grace.

Let him speak for himself.

Jungkook stayed behind for a while longer.

Long enough that he eventually showered and changed into Namjoon's clothes. Long enough that Jimin and Namjoon reheated some leftovers for him and quietly pretended not to notice how exhausted he looked. Jimin, at one point, did look a little apologetic, though, when he saw Jungkook wince as he sat down on the floor by the coffee table.

Jungkook stayed until Jimin's yawns became too frequent to ignore, guilt slowly creeping in as he realised he was keeping them awake and eventually he thanked them both and made his way back down to his dorm around two in the morning.

He knocked softly before opening the door, announcing his presence before stepping inside.

The lights were still on. His gaze immediately landed on his own bed, the s heets freshly changed and neatly made. Jungkook mentally cursed himself for forgetting about the laundry, already making note to check the laundromat the next morning to get his sheets back.

But then his attention shifted. Taehyung was sitting cross-legged on his own bed, phone in hand. The second he noticed Jungkook, he put it down and looked up at him with eyes full of expectation.

Jungkook felt slapped in the face at the sight of him. Because Taehyung looked nervous. The person who always seemed so confident, so sure of himself, was sitting there with his shoulders lowered and an uncertain expression on his face. Like he was making himself smaller.

Jungkook had never seen him like that before.

"You're back."

Taehyung's eyes moved over him, taking in the unfamiliar clothes. He definitely noticed they belonged to someone else. They were too big, too plain, completely different from anything Jungkook would usually wear. The hems of the legs bunched up at his ankels. But he didn't ask, even if Jungkook knew he wanted to. Taehyung was always so curious.

"I… I didn't think you'd still come back tonight." Taehyung admitted.

"I didn't either." Jungkook answered honestly. He scratched the back of his head, his hair still slightly damp from the shower he took.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, Jungkook slowly crossed the room and sat down on the edge of his own bed, facing Taehyung. Their beds had always been close, and sitting here now, Jungkook could smell him. The familiar scent of their shared body wash, his shampoo, the comfort of something he knew. He suddenly hated how different Namjoon's clothes smelled, because he instantly felt himself relax with the familiarity of Taehyung's scent.

"Why did you run?" His voice sounded hurt, and Jungkook felt guilt twist painfully in his chest, making him a little sick.

"I… I panicked."

"I figured, yeah."

"I like you."

The words were quiet, coming out weakly. Jungkook looked down, fingers finding the strings of his hoodie, twisting them nervously as he struggled to find the right words. His teeth were worrying on the piercing on his lip, too. A nervous habit he'd had since getting it. "And not just because you're my best friend… I like you as more. And I don't know what that means, or what I'm even doing. I don't know if I suddenly like guys, or if it's just you I like. Or if there's a difference…."

His eyes finally lifted. "But I know I like you. And I know I don't want to lose you."

For a long moment, Taehyung just looked at him.

Then his expression softened.

A smile slowly spread across his face, brighter and warmer than Jungkook had expected. It almost felt like the entire room changed with it, like the tension dissolved at once.

"Okay…"

Jungkook blinked.

"Okay?"

"Then let's not decide tonight."

Jungkook stared at him, but Taehyung's words were surprisingly enough to settle so much doubt inside of him. It was exactly what he needed to hear. His eyes stayed on Taehyung, holding eye contact despite how hard it usually was for him in such vulnerable moments. Even earlier, when they had sex and everything between them had been so intense, he hadn't been able to face him. Hadn't been able to look at him properly. It was just easier not to.

But now?

Now he could.

Because Namjoon and Jimin had been right… he had to give Taehyung a chance to speak.

"For what it's worth, I was scared too, you know?" And Jungkook actually felt surprised, eyebrows lifting immediately.

"You were?"

Taehyung laughed softly. "Don't look so surprised. I'm allowed my own little gay panic. Except... mine started the day you told me about that page and I followed you through some burner accounts." Taehyung said with a pout.

Jungkook froze.

"You…" His eyes widened, head shaking slowly. "You've been following me since the start?"

Taehyung grinned, but there was a faint blush creeping across his cheeks now, too. And Jungkook couldn't help himself. He grabbed the nearest pillow at threw it directly at Taehyung's head.

Taehyung laughed as Jungkook got up, pushing him back onto his bed w hile he climbed over him, pinning his wrists down playfully. "Did you interact with me?"

Taehyung only smiled.

"Did you make any requests?"

No answer again, but Taehyung's smile grew.

"Kim fucking Taehyung." Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "You're a menace."

And Taehyung laughed this time, really laughed.

The sound of it was familiar and warm, like music to Jungkook's ears. And just like that, all the weight that had been sitting on his chest for hours— even since that first handjob, finally disappeared.

Maybe it still wasn't fixed. Maybe it still wouldn't be easy.

Maybe they still didn't have all the answers.

But as Taehyung's laugher filled the room, Jungkook knew one thing for certain: whatever came next… he wanted it to be with him.