Enemies with benefits - taekook

TWO

These sorts of things didn’t happen on a regular basis… or at all, for a matter of fact.

One second Taehyung and Jungkook were yelling at each other on the field, something about V thinking Jungkook couldn’t play for shit and Jungkook calling V a ‘dick weasel’, and the other second V’s cock was buried deep inside Jungkook.

They were asked to stay back on the field, both glaring at each other while they got lectured by the coach about arguing during the game. Channel that anger towards the game, Jungkook wanted to channel that anger with his fist to V’s face.

“Fuck you, you arrogant prick- news flash, you’re not better than everyone!” Jungkook snapped.

“I don’t think I’m better than everyone, Jeon, just you.” V spat.
Easy to say, they did not like each other very much. Not on the pitch, and definitely not off the pitch. Was there a defining reason for this hatred? No. They just.. irked each other. Even though they had the same group of friends.

They walked back to the locker rooms where everyone was presumably showering and changing. But by the time V and Jungkook got there, everyone was gone.

Both were steaming. V took off his jersey and Jungkook slammed the locker room door. They were both so fucking angry, and had to take it out somehow.

So one thing led to another, and suddenly Jungkook was arching his back on the locker room floor, whining as Taehyung rocked two fingers into his hole.

They both had a quick fuck and left the locker rooms, not exchanging a word nor a glance. And they were both most definitely still straight.

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“You’re limping.”

Jungkook jumped a little at Jimin’s voice, and turned to see Jimin standing there. Jungkook turned back around to look at the mirror, where he was buttoning up his shirt.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are! Did you hurt your leg while playing football? I swear you are so clumsy sometimes,” Jimin sighed, walking back from their shared washroom to his bed, plopping himself down while scrolling through his phone.

Jungkook rolled his eyes even though he knew Jimin cared about (and also knew Jimin would not want to know the reason behind his limp).

Jungkook sometimes wonders if he’s lucky he ended up with Jimin as a roommate. Jimin, as lovely as he is, can be extremely observant. He notices everything. Which can sometimes be annoying, like right now.

“Hurry up, Kooks. Breakfast is in 5 minutes.” Jimin said, and Jungkook hummed in response, fixing the collar of his shirt he has to wear for school, and then walked out of the washroom.

See, Jungkook went to boarding school. His parents sent him off to an elite boarding school in the middle of nowhere when he was 14, to teach him to be more 'independent’. But frankly, he learned more about being independent at home since his parents left him in his huge ass mansion all day while they fucked off to go do work.

Being in a boarding school sucked for the first year. His 14 year old self had oily matted hair and was a nerd who only had one friend (Jimin). But when he joined the football team, he made many more friends who he was grateful for.

Of course, what sucked was the rivalry that began with V on his first day here, when V strolled up to him and said “Hey fag face,” and Jungkook frowned and said he had a forehead the size of Asia.

Once Jungkook was done getting ready, he and Jimin went to the foodhall, and instantly got hit with the smell of eggs and bacon.

“There!” Jimin said, pointing at the table where all his friends were seated. Jimin practically ran towards them, and Jungkook tried to, but his back hurt like a bitch.