JiKook Oneshots/Short Stories

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"Tae shut up," Jungkook threw his hand over his friend's mouth.

The older male pouted and slouched over a bit.

"Newbie alert," Kook pointed across the room at a boy.

Tae's eyes widened at the sight of him, "Whoa...wait...Kook, that's a girl."

"No way," Jung leaned over his desk and stared at the person, "Nah, Tae...where's her boobs?"

"Under those baggy ass clothes," the older flicked his forehead.

"The hair. Tae, look at the hair. It's almost the same style as my brother's."

"It's just hair, Kook. People can style it however they like."

"But why would a girl style her hair like that?"

"Don't know," Tae shrugged and the bell rang, "Get going, you're late to class."

"Dang," Jung stood up and trudged out the room. He was really looking forward to meeting the new kid, but if they were a girl, it wouldn't matter.

He avoided girls mostly and he honestly had no interest in them. He was more attracted to Tae Hyung than any cheerleader. The constant chatter from women drove him away, honestly.

"Mr. Jeon," Kook stopped and turned towards the voice.

"Morning Mr. Lee," he nervously greeted the principal.

The man sighed and motioned for the boy to follow him.

Jungkook fixed his bag on his shoulder and walked along behind him.

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Jungkook spent the next two hours in the principal's office, just sitting there and waiting for his mom. He'd been suspended since this was his eighth time being tardy; and they also added in all the vandalism he and Tae had committed.

They'd been really lenient when it came to him, which he wasn't sure why, but it kept him ungrounded.

Around eleven o'clock, the door opened across the room.

The principal came in along with the newbie Jung saw this morning.

They had to be a boy. They're wearing male's clothing, the expensive shit.

"I'm so sorry about the mix up. I'll fix it right away," the principal made his way to his desk.

The newbie said a quiet thanks and stood awkwardly in front of the desk.

"Holy hell," Jungkook muttered.

"What was that Mr. Jeon?"

"Uh, nothing," Kook swallowed and let his eyes fall back to the newbie's backside. Please, please, please be a boy.

That wasn't fair. Those hips presented so kindly to Jungkook and he wasn't even sure if this person was-

"Jeon Jungkook," his mother's voice made him sit up in the chair and wipe the drool from his chin, "Let's go, you're grounded."

The teen got up and sighed, grabbing his stuff before walking towards the door.

As he passed the newbie, he got a whiff of cologne....fuck yes.

"I'm sorry Chang Min-ssi," Jung's mom apologized, "I know he can be a handful when he's with Tae Hyung."

"It's fine. You seem to know how to handle it," the principal smiled before waving them off.

"Who was that?" Jung's mom asked as they left the room.

"Who?"

"That girl."

"Momma, that was a boy," Kook chuckled, "And I don't know, but he was in hyung's class this morning."

"Are you sure that's a boy?" She looked over her shoulder.

"Almost one hundred percent positive," Kook smiled.

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"Kookie," Tae burst into the younger's room, "I brought you a pizza and some cookies."

Jungkook sighed and put his phone down, "I was just about to-"

"I know, that's why I stopped it. You don't need to make your sheets dirty."

Kook crossed his arms and put a pillow in his lap. Tae sat the pizza down on the bed and they dug in.

"You know that girl you saw last week?"

"Yeah, what about them?"

"They're a dude. He's in my gym class and...Jungkook," Tae grabbed his friend's arm and happily sighed, "I hated stretching until now."

Jung laughed at that, "I told you. I know a good lay when I see one. He came into the office the day I got suspended and he smells amazing."

"Smells? Please tell me you didn't drool," Tae rolled his eyes and took a big bite of a cookie.

"He didn't notice it, so I'm good. He wasn't looking at me, but god was I looking at him."

"Stop objectifying your peers," Kook's mom sighed as she passed the open door.

"Sorry momma," they said together.

"So, are you gonna go for it?" Jung asked.

"Am I? His name is Park Jimin, his favorite color's blue, he moved here from Daegu- a connection with him I have-"

Jung laughed at that and grabbed another slice of pizza, "Is his laugh annoying?"

"Not at all."

"Really?"

"He laughs like an angel and, Kook, his eyes just disappear."

"No."

"Just gone."

"You're so lucky he's in your class," Jung pouted.

"Yeah. Your class is full of connections."

"What do you mean?"

"Yugyeom and Bam know JB, that one brown eyed girl knows Leo- you know I'd kill to talk to him, right?"

"You only remind me every other day," Jungkook chuckled.

"He's so quiet, but he's fucking hot as hell," Tae laid back and sighed, "And I found out the other day he's a dancer. Kook. C'mon, I mean...the thighs must be glorious."

"Don't get too worked up," Jung threw his pillow over his friend's crotch, "I don't wanna see that."

"Sorry he's just so hot," Tae rolled to his side and grabbed another cookie.

"Eat some of this," Jung pushed a slice of pizza in front of his hyung's face, "Leave me and Jimin a cookie."

"Jimin?"

The younger smirked and kept eating.

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"Hello Park Jimin," Jungkook walked up to the older, completely aware- and appreciative- of the height difference.

"Um...hi," Jimin eyed him funny and shut his locker door, "You aren't in my class, do I know you?"

"We've seen each other, but never really met properly," Kook bowed to him and smiled, "I'm Jeon Jungkook."

"Oh, right...the kid in the office," Jimin nodded, "Are you still grounded?" he giggled.

"No, and please do that again," Jung breathed out.

Jimin blushed and looked to the floor, "H-How did you...know my name?"

"I'm friends with Kim Taehyung," Kook said proudly. "He said he was talking to you since I ditched him."

"Oh, yeah...um...well, it was nice to meet you, but I have to-"

"Take this with you," Jung pulled a baggy out of his backpack and held it out towards the shorter.

"Oh, uh...thank...you," Jimin slowly took the bag, his adorable fingers poking out from his sleeves.

"Fuck," Jung muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, um...you shouldn't be late...you'll get suspended, trust me."

Jimin giggled and nodded, "Well, bye."
Kook waved to him as he walked away.

The younger slumped against the lockers and groaned once Jimin was out of earshot.

There's no way he could possibly control himself around someone so impossibly sexy. Jimin wasn't even aware of it either, which brought up his innocence factor which in turn just made him sexier.

"Seriously?!" Jung mumbled and tugged on his hair a bit, "Aish."

"Kook?" Someone poked his arm.

He turned and sighed happily when he saw Tae.

"You alright?"

"His fingers," Jung leaned into his friend and grumbled, "His fingers are so tiny."

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A month passed; Jungkook easily won Jimin's friendship. And the younger was surprised to say that he actually really liked Jimin as a person and not just eye candy. Of course, Jimin kept looking better and better as the days went on.

Some days, he dressed to the nines; nice clothes and makeup that wasn't caked on, but it was noticeable.

Other days, Jimin dressed down. He wore baggy sweatpants, loose shirts, and sometimes forgot his socks.

Jungkook liked those days the most because he always had a reason to talk to Jimin.

Jimin seemed to get sick a lot, missing multiple days in a row before coming back and looking like a complete boss.

One week, Jimin missed Wednesday and Thursday then came back Friday with the tightest pants Jungkook had ever seen.

He followed the older to class, just watching how the jeans strained against his thighs. Tae Hyung said he had the thighs of a god. He'd seen him run and the shorts he wore to gym that day hid nothing apparently. Kook would've killed someone to see that.

"Jungkook," Yugyeom threw his arm around his friend's shoulders, only to be harshly shushed.

"Stop talking."

"What? Why?" Yu pouted, "Jungkookie, talk to me!"

"Hush," Kook looked to his friend with a serious look, then turned back to see Jimin walking towards them, "Shit," he mumbled.

Yugyeom chuckled and dropped his arm to his side.

"Hey Jungkook-ah," Jimin stopped in front of them and smiled.

Kook's eyes were wide, completely blown away by the glossy lipstick that shimmered on Jimin's lips.

Yu tried to speak, but Jung hit his thigh.

"Hey, hyung," he smiled back.

Jimin giggled and his eyes shifted between the two younger males, "Hey, um...would you...mind sitting with me at lunch today? Yoon Gi's not here today."

"Yeah, absolutely. Uh...want me to bring Tae Hyung?"

Jimin bit his lip and smiled before shaking his head, "No."

Jimin turned and walked away, gripping his bag strap on his shoulder.
As soon as he was far enough away, Yugyeom spoke up, "Dude, I think you're in."

"I hope so."

"I mean...damn, Jeon."

"I know."

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"Kook, are you ready to see Joon do the Oreo challenge?" Tae grinned and pat his bag where Jungkook was sure a box of Oreos were stuffed.

"Oh, uh...actually...Jimin asked me to have lunch with him."

Tae's hand fell to his desk and his jaw dropped, "Fuck Oreos. Can I come?"

"No, I already asked."

"Asked? He said you'll be alone with him?"

"Not exactly alone, but he said one of his friends wasn't here," Jung smiled and sighed, mentally praising himself.

"But I mean...look at how he dressed today," Tae looked over in the smaller male's direction, "Fuck, Jungkook, you always get all the fun ones."

Jimin was surrounded by girls at the moment, but Jung could still see him. He was just entertaining.

"I wanna call him Min," the younger male suddenly spoke.

"What?"

"I want to fucking call him Min for the rest of my unworthy life."

Tae Hyung started laughing at that, gaining a little attention for the sheer volume of it, "Kook, you need to get laid. Bad. Like, seriously, when was the last time you got any?"

"Like, two weeks before Jimin moved here."

Tae sighed, "You need to stop chasing for a couple days. He'll come crawling and that's when you swoop in."

"Tae, no...not this time," Jung looked down to his thighs and shook his head.

"Why not? Your phone is full of people like that, remember?"

"Yeah, I know...I've done it so many times and it's getting boring so...I don't know...chasing Jimin is fun."

Tae rest his chin in his palm and sighed, "You're really thirsty for this one aren't you?"

"I'm not the only one," Jungkook mumbled as he stood up, "Gotta go. I don't need a lunch detention today."

"Fuck no, get outta here. Go. If you get an offer bring me up too."

"Why would I do that?"

"Jungkook, he probably has a list of people waiting to get in his pants. I sure as hell wanna be on it."

Kook rolled his eyes and picked up his bag before waving bye to his friend. As he made his way towards the front of the room he glanced at Jimin.

He had to stop and stare at the boy after that. He was almost positive that he saw Jimin's tongue poke his cheek.

No, it had to be his imagination. Jimin was being watched by so many people at that moment.

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Lunch rolled around and Jungkook almost felt sick. But it was Friday and that meant that students get brownies with their lunch, so he still felt like eating.

When he left his class he smiled when he saw Jimin pressed against the wall outside the door.

Jung leaned against the wall beside him and he looked up.

"Hey Jungkookie," he smiled, his eyes disappearing.

"Hey hyung," Kook smiled back and motioned for them to start walking, "So, who do you normally sit with?"

"Just Yoon Gi hyung," Jimin shrugged, "Still don't have very many friends outside of you and TaeTae."

"You should sit with us one day. Bring Yoon Gi too. Nam Joon hyung is really funny to watch when he eats."

Jimin giggled and Jungkook gulped at the sound, "I'd like that. Maybe I can talk Gi-hyung into it."

Jung nodded and blinked a few times.
"You okay? Your face is red," Jimin furrowed his brow.

"Fine. Perfectly fine," Jungkook nodded.

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Jimin sat at his usual booth table and Jungkook went to get their food. The older insisted on paying for it all since Jung agreed to sit with him.

After Jungkook came back and gave Jimin his lunch, the older immediately started eating.

Kook sat down, eyes focused intently on Jimin's lips as he slurped up noodles.

Jimin's eyes fell on the brownie on his tray and he pouted.

The next few minutes were quiet as they ate, but Jimin sat up straight suddenly and held his brownie out towards the younger.

"Do you want this, Jungkookie? I can't eat it since it's chocolate."

"Are you allergic?" Kook took the brownie from him and sat it on his tray.

"No, I'll break out if I eat it. It's not good for my skin."

"If that's all you're worried about go ahead and eat it."

"No, acne's really annoying and I don't wanna risk it," Jimin rest his elbows on the table, his right index finger's nail sliding between his teeth.

Jungkook was a bit uneasy as Jimin stared at him. He was about to ask a question when he felt something against his crotch.

He looked down and saw a socked foot against his jeans.

"Hyung?"

"I can give you a treat that's a lot sweeter than chocolate," Jimin said lowly, his voice almost silky.

"Jimin hyung, I-"

"Not one for public stuff, huh?" Jimin giggled, "Don't worry, no one can see. With the way your sitting it looks completely normal."

"I still don't think you should-"

"Why not? And you aren't stopping me," Jimin smirked, "I see the way you look at me. I hope you like my little outfits I put together for you."

Jung blushed, he was starting to feel the pleasure from Jimin rubbing his crotch. He wasn't ever really into foot stuff, but because it was Jimin it seemed to be really hot.

"I actually wanted to come over to your house sometime, Kookie. The last few days...I found myself wondering what your room looked like."

"Just a room," Jung tried to calm himself down by thinking of other things, but nothing held his focus like Jimin's foot.

The older giggled and pressed his pinky to the corner of his lips, "No, I meant like, the colors on the wall and...your sheets...and if your pillow smells as good as you do."

"Hyung, lunch'll be over soon," Jungkook swallowed thickly.

Jimin smirked and dropped his foot, "I have to go to the bathroom. Can you take care of our trays before you come meet me?"

Jimin didn't wait for a response, he just got up, grabbed his bag and jacket, and walked towards the lunchroom doors.

Jungkook relaxed in his seat, looking down to his jeans at the obvious bulge, "Fuck," he muttered before pulling his sweatshirt down and standing up.

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Jungkook walked into the bathroom and was immediately pushed into the wall.

Jimin pushed his bag off his shoulder and pressed against him with a whine, "Fuck, Kookie. What took you so long? I was about to start masturbating."

"Hyung," Kook breathed out.

"Don't call me that. That's not what you wanna call me, is it? You wanna call me baby? Angel? Slut? Whatever it is, just say it."

Jimin was practically grinding against the younger at this point and Jungkook had to groan. The sound resonated off the walls and Jimin cursed.

"You gotta be quiet Jungkookie. Somebody'll make us stop," he shook his head and looked down, "I don't wanna stop. I wanna make you feel good."

"Fuck, Min," Jung's hand came up to the older's cheek and he swiped his thumb over Jimin's bottom lip.

"God," Jimin whined, his fingers falling to Kook's hip where they gripped the younger's sweatshirt.

"Min, I...fuck...you made me so fucking hard."

Jimin laid his forehead against the taller's and inhaled, "I'm hard too, Jungkookie."

Jung's hand went down to palm the older, but Jimin gripped his wrist and pulled him into one of the stalls.

Jimin took a seat and immediately started undoing the younger's jeans.
He looked up to the younger and smiled, giving a happy hum as his hand slipped into Jung's jeans.

Jimin pulled his length out and Jung slumped against the door.

"You're big, Jungkookie. Guess those girls weren't lying when they said you were perfect."

"Min, please."

Jimin giggled and leaned forward, giving the head a small lick before he kissed down the shaft.

Kook closed his eyes and exhaled, his hand finding it's way to Jimin's hair.

"Kookie-yah," Jimin whispered, "Watch me."

"I can't," the younger smiled slightly, "Too good."

"Please?" Jimin asked softly, his hand slowly stroking the younger.

Kook let out a small groan before he opened his eyes.

Jimin smiled at him and then leaned in closer to the taller's hips, "Ever done this before?"

"Gotten a blowjob?" He shrugged, "Yeah, but...not here."

Jimin bit his lip and giggled, "The only rule is be quiet."

Jung nodded and Jimin quickly took his length into his mouth. "Fuck," Kook dropped his head back and his thighs tensed up.

Jimin's tongue was magical, it had to be. There's no other explanation. And his lips...fucking perfect for this. Jimin was made to suck dick.

Kook brought his head forward and watched as his length disappeared into the older's mouth. He'd never bagged an older guy, just freshies.

"That's perfect Min. You're so good," Jungkook praised him and stroked his hair, loving how Jimin pushed himself harder.

Soon, he was able to deep throat the younger's length and he swallowed around it.

Jung groaned, but made sure to muffle it with his arm, "I'm close, Min."

The older grabbed Jung's hips and bobbed his head faster, letting the sounds of his saliva echo through the room.

"Shit," Kook stepped forward, his whole body tensing up, "Shit, Min," he pushed into the older's mouth as he came. His tip was pressed to the inside of Jimin's cheek, causing it to poke out and look so slutty.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Jung let the words slip out while he wasn't in the right state of mind to hold them in.

Jimin pulled away after that, panting and lightly coughing.

Jungkook leaned against the door again and steadied himself, unsure of what to do while Jimin was tucking his length back into his pants.

Jimin caught his breath and swallowed loudly, attracting the other's attention once again.

"Hyung, let me," Jung pulled the other to his feet and reached towards his crotch, only to be pushed back.

"No," Jimin shook his head, "My shirt's long enough to cover it and lunch's almost over. We don't have time baby."

"Baby?" Kook smirked.

"Sorry," Jimin blushed, "I use pet names when I get horny."

"Nice to know," Jung opened the stall door and they walked back to collect their things. Jimin pulled a tube of clear lip gloss out of his bag and walked over to the mirror where he quickly applied it to his lips.

Jungkook made his way over to the older and stood next to him, wrapping his arm around Jimin's back, before he whispered in his ear, "These outfits don't calm my erections at all."

And with that, he left the bathroom, kind of grateful that the bell rang and he can play hard to get with Jimin now.

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Two months passed; Jungkook hadn't had another private moment with Jimin since the first and it was starting to bother him. Jimin wasn't any less of a tease and he was barely subtle with his suggestive words when they were around Tae Hyung.

Of course Jungkook told Tae Hyung about what happened and the older was jealous. He really wanted Jimin to do stuff with him too, but it never happened.

Luckily, Jungkook's birthday was in a week. Now he had an excuse to invite Jimin over to his house.

He'd honestly stopped having parties when he was sixteen and really only invited his friends round for a few hours. Tae and Hoseok usually stayed the night, and Tae Hyung was forbidden to sleep in the same room as the older. The last thing Jungkook wanted to hear was Tae moaning.

But this year, he'd break that rule just so Jimin could sleep in his bed.

"Sorry Jiminie," Tae hugged his friend after he accidentally bumped his elbow.

"It's fine," Jimin smiled, leaning into the taller while he stared at Jungkook.

"But anyway, I'm bringing beer and Hobi said he can get some more flavors for his vape and Jiminie here has volunteered to try and get some weed."

"So I don't have to lift a finger this year?" Kook nodded and looked around, "Sounds like a good birthday. Joon's coming right?"

"Yeah, but him and Jin are just staying for a few hours."

"Jin?" Jimin looked up to Tae Hyung, his head resting on the taller's shoulder, "Who's that?"

"Joon's boyfriend," Tae smiled, "We call him mom."

Jimin giggled and looked back to Jungkook, "Gi-hyung likes beer. Can he come?"

"Yeah, sure. The more the merrier."

"He probably won't stay the night either. He's too fond of his own bed."

"It's settled then," Tae squeezed the shorter male and Jimin reached up to grab Tae's wrist.

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Kook's birthday came and his mom left to stay at her friend's house like normal. She never felt really comfortable in a house full of boys, and Jin always cooked so she never had to worry about any of them. The house remained standing throughout the years, so she had a lot of trust in her son.

Jungkook was always careful to hide the evidence. He sent the empty beer cans home with Seokjin and Ho Seok's vape liquid packs were never just strewn about. Tae Hyung kept a lighter with him, so weed was never a problem after they smoked it and sent the butts home with Seokjin.

Jimin was a bit surprised at how organized they were, just so they could all get together and do it again the next year.

When the short male showed up, Jungkook had to stop and mentally calm himself.

"Hey Jungkookie," he bit his lip and smiled, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, um," Jungkook stepped to the side and Jimin walked in, "Your hair looks great."

"Oh, yeah uh...blonde suits me more than I thought it would," he blushed and brought his hand up to his hair.

"Uh...Tae and Hoseok are in the living room. They've already started the party, so," Kook smiled and closed the door, taking Jimin's jacket and hanging it up.

"Uh, can I...see your room first?"

Kook noticed a mop of brown hair peek around the doorframe to the living room and he glanced over to see Tae Hyung with the vape in his mouth and wide eyes.

"Uh, sure, um...this way," Jung led Jimin upstairs and into his bedroom, his mind reeling the entire journey.

When they got to his room, Jimin went in first and sat his bag down beside the bed. Jung stepped in, moving over to his nightstand and making sure his roll of condoms were hidden.

"I like the color," Jimin turned to him and giggled, "It's really....you."

"Thanks," Jung smiled.

"So...do I get to sleep in here?" Jimin grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it down as he swayed back and forth on his feet.

Jungkook moved over and closed the door, turning around to find Jimin right in front of him. "Hyung, we have to talk."

"About what?" Jimin leaned into Jung's chest and slid his hand up to Kook's neck.

"What happened a while back. At school."

"What about it? Have you already found someone else to suck you off?" Jimin pouted, "Do you regret it or something?"

"No, none of that, it's just....I was...I mean, since you did that and all, I was wondering if you wanted to like do a...a um, friends with benefits kind of thing."

Jimin smirked and happily hummed, "Sure."

"You don't have to, you know," Jung wrapped his arms around Jimin's small frame.

"I know, but," Jimin inhaled and looked up to his eyes, "The thought of your cock inside me is just...mmm."

The doorbell rang and Jungkook tensed, "Shit. We should go downstairs. Jin hyung will kill me if he catches us."

Jimin nodded and reached behind the taller to open the door.

"SeokJin! You ruined everything!" Tae yelled.

Jung blushed as he realized Tae was outside the door, probably listening to them.

"I just got here!" Jin's voice echoed through the house.

"You couldn't've been late?!" Tae yelled.

Jimin giggled and popped up on his toes, kissing the younger's cheek, "I'm gonna go grab a beer. The weed's in my bag."

With that, Jimin stepped around him and slipped out the door.

Kook exhaled and reached down to adjust himself in his clothes.

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The night went over smoothly, just like always. At two, everyone was there, but by seven the oldest three had to leave.

Jimin said bye to Yoon Gi, who was actually a pretty cool dude. Kook didn't understand how none of the others knew him. He got along great with everyone.

Tae passed out at midnight and Ho Seok took him to the guest room. Neither of them came back out at any point during the night.

Somehow, Jimin ended up snuggled into Jungkook as they shared Hoseok's vape on the couch.

They'd been like this for hours, but neither wanted to move. They were comfortable the way they were.

"Jungkook-ah," Jimin looked up at Kook as he handed the e-cig over.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I'm a slut?"

Kook thought for a second as he breathed out the blueberry flavored smoke, "No, you're a male seductress."

Jimin giggled at that and wrapped his arm around Jung's torso, "I feel like a slut."

"You aren't. One blowjob doesn't mean you're a whore. It's sex and we're humans. It happens."

Jimin hummed and bit his lip, "I guess."

"Are you getting tired?" Kook sat up and put Ho Seok's vape on the table.

Jimin whined and sat up as well, "I was comfy."

"Sorry Min," he smiled and stood up before pulling Jimin to his feet.

"I wanna lay on the side of the bed you normally sleep on," Jimin laced their fingers together and let Jungkook lead him through the dark house.

"Why's that?"

"That's the side that smells like you the most."

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"Hyung," Jungkook choked out the honorary and Jimin mewled.

"Feel good?" Jimin slowed his hand's movement and pressed a kiss to Jung's neck.

"Yeah," Kook nodded, his arm wrapping around Jimin and pulling him closer.

"You gonna cum?"

"Yeah."

"Cum for hyung, Jungkookie."

A low groan left the younger's throat and Jimin sped up his strokes.

"Pull your shirt up Kookie. Hyung'll lick it off your belly once you're done."

Kook did as he was told and closed his eyes, "I'm close. Go faster."

Jimin complied and in a few seconds, the younger came undone. He writhed around under the sheets, subconsciously hoping nothing got on them, and bit his lip to muffle a moan.

Jimin hummed as he pushed himself up to his knees. He leaned down and dragged his tongue over the younger's abdomen, collecting all the cum before swallowing it.

"Fuck," Kook breathed out harshly and his stomach dipped in.

Jimin giggled and sat back on his knees.

Kook sat up, reaching out to grab Jimin's hips and pull him into his lap, "Thanks Min."

"You're welcome Kookie."

"Let me return the favor." Just as Jung was about to slide his hands under Jimin's shirt, the older pushed him away.

Kook looked up at him and furrowed his brow.

"I'm tired," Jimin said quietly, "Let's just...sleep."

"Okay," Kook nodded and Jimin rolled off to the side.

The younger turned to him, finding Jimin's back facing him, and put his arm over Jimin's waist.

A small moment of silence worried Jungkook so he left a small kiss on Jimin's shoulder.

The smaller leaned into him and exhaled, but didn't speak.

"Hyung, why can't I touch you?"

"Because. I'm not comfortable with myself."

"But you're so beautiful," Kook closed his eyes and breathed in Jimin's cologne.

"Only with clothes on. You wouldn't like me if I got naked."

"That's bullshit, hyung. I'd like you no matter what. You're amazing."

"Please just go to sleep Kookie," Jimin whispered.

After a small pause and a sigh, Jungkook relaxed, "Night Min."

"Night Kookie."

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"It's so cool that you have your own place, Kookie," Jimin bounced through Jungkook's apartment door. "Happy twenty-third birthday," he leaned into his friend and gave him a quick kiss.

"Thanks Min," Jung wrapped his arms around Jimin's torso, "You look good today."

"So I looked bad yesterday?" Jimin teased.

"No, just...today your ass is framed more," Jung smirked.

Over the last seven years, Jungkook had learned exactly how Jimin liked to be compliemented; exactly how he had to interact with Jimin.

They didn't hide from their friends anymore, in fact they acted just like a couple. They never officially started dating, but Tae always referred to them as if they were.

But still, after all this time, Jungkook has never got Jimin to go all the way with him. He tried, he even threatened to break off their arrangement, but Jimin sweet talked him out of it. He said he was fine with how things were and he was happy to pleasure the younger without receiving anything in return.

Jungkook never understood it, but he told himself to push it aside and enjoy his time with Jimin. With how the older male turned out as a grown up, Jungkook was afraid his Minnie would find a boyfriend.

"Are Tae and the guys coming over?" Jimin bit his lip and wrapped his arms around Kook's neck.

"Tomorrow," Jung smiled down to him and drew small circles on his back.

"Well, can I give you your present early then?" a pretty smile stretched across Jimin's lips.

"Of course you can," Jung nodded.

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Jimin went to make lunch while Jungkook showered. The younger liked his present and Jimin making him food was just another plus.

Still, he felt bad for not returning the favor. It'd been seven years and he started to feel like he was using his hyung.

After his shower, the two of them ate and then ended up cuddling on the couch. They watched a movie and when it was over, Jimin sat up.

Jungkook looked at his phone for the time and discovered that it was only five in the evening.

"Kookie, I need to talk to you," Jimin grabbed his attention.

He sat up and grabbed his friend's hand. "What's up?" At first, he feared the worst and thought Jimin had found someone he was interested in.

The older took a deep breath then looked to him, "Kookie...I'm sure you're curious as to...why I never...let you touch me...intimately, that is."

"Extremely," the younger nodded, "You're beautiful to me, you know that," Jung smiled and cupped the older's cheek.

"Thank you," Jimin blushed, "but hold that thought," he pushed Kook's hands away and looked to the ground. "I... What I'm about to say...I've never told anyone and you can't either."

"Okay," Kook's brow furrowed and he scooted closer to Jimin, putting an arm around him.

"Kookie...I....I'm not...what you think I am."

"What does that mean?" He shrugged.

"I," Jimin sighed and held his head in his hands, "I'm a girl," he spoke quickly and hoped that Jungkook could understand him.

The younger froze for a second, then sort of went blank, "I don't- I don't understand."

"I'm a girl," Jimin looked up, eyes watery. "I'm not a boy. I'm a girl."

Kook stared at him for a second. Then it all made sense. Jimin never wanted Kook to touch him, never had a boner, never took his clothes off in front of anyone, never wore seriously tight shirts...

"Say something," Jimin muttered, "At least tell me I'm disgusting, just say...anything."

The younger searched his brain for the appropriate response. Jimin wasn't disgusting he was just...not a guy.

"Do you want me to leave?" Jimin asked.

Kook blinked a couple times then shook his head as he pulled Jimin into a hug, "No. No, I don't want you to go. It's my birthday tomorrow and I want you here. I want you to stay. We're gonna drink and smoke and fuck around like we usually do. We're gonna hang out just like always."

"Kookie. I'm not a guy. I can't be anything that you've ever fantasized me to be. I can't be your boyfriend and I can't let myself fully relax around you. I can't and I'm so sorry because I let myself get close to you and I didn't stop it. I've wasted so much of your time and I'm so sorry."

"Jimin," Kook pulled back and looked his friend in the eye, "You haven't wasted any of my time.... Do- Do you...feel like a girl," Kook poked the older's chest lightly, "in here?"

Jimin wiped his eyes then shook his head as he sniffled.

"What about here?" Kook tapped his head.

"Well...sometimes. Sometimes...I see pretty dresses or clothes and I want them, but I...would never wear them, so I just...don't buy them."

"I've seen boys wear dresses. Liking pretty things doesn't make you a girl."

Jimin sniffled again and nodded, "Okay, but there's...still the physical part. I...can't be...I'm not what you're attracted to."

Jungkook paused again, just staring at his...noona? Hyung. Then he licked his lips and moved around in his seat a bit, "Jimin...I fell in love with you."

The older's brow furrowed and tears welled in his eyes, but Jimin wouldn't let himself cry.

"I don't know when, but it happened. I love you for who you are. I love you because you're my friend, but at the same time you're so much more than that. I can't explain it and I won't try because I'll just sound stupid, but-"

Jimin huffed out a laugh and Kook chuckled a bit.

"But I will always love you for what's inside this body of yours. Which is beautiful no matter what."

Jimin sniffed and wiped at his eyes before smiling and looking up at Jungkook. Then he suddenly burst into tears and launched himself at the younger, "Th-Thank you. Thank you so much Kookie. Y-You don't know ho-how much you mean to me."

Jungkook wrapped his arms around the older and held him close, "You'll be okay hyung. I love you."

"I-I lov-love you too, Kookie," Jimin lifted his head and tried his best to smile.

Jungkook chuckled a bit before he leaned in and captured Jimin's lips.
The older brought his hands around to the front of Jung's shirt and gripped the fabric with all his might. He wanted Jungkook closer.

The younger wanted the same. He wanted to steal Jimin's heat and at the same time warm him up. He wanted to make Jimin feel safe and loved and beautiful because he deserved it. He had always deserved it.

They parted lips, Jimin panting as he sniffled and choked on a sob of "Ko-Kookie."

The younger swept his palm over Jimin's cheek before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Jimin sniffed a few more times, muffling his hiccups by keeping his mouth closed, and moved his hands to grip Jung's sides.

The younger leaned in, pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes, "Min, can I give you an early birthday present?"

Jimin lightly giggled, "My birthday's next month."

"I know. It'll be super early, but...I think now's a good time."

It took Jimin a couple seconds to understand, but once he did he pulled his arms back to his own person, "Kookie-"

"Please."

"What if you don't like my body? What if...it doesn't work?"

"It'll be fine," Kook whispered, his hand going to the back of Jimin's neck, "As long as it's you, everything will be fine."

Jimin stopped for a second then exhaled, "Kookie." He leaned in and pressed their lips together again.

Jungkook pulled Jimin's arms around his own torso. He stood up, bringing the older with him, and lifted Jimin into his arms.

They broke their kiss and Jimin snuggled against Jungkook like a koala would a tree.

The younger chuckled and kissed his lover's cheek, slowly walking towards his bedroom as he held the smaller.

"Kookie, I...I should...probably tell you that I...I'm a virgin."

Jungkook pressed another kiss to Jimin's cheek as he laid him down on the bed and crawled over him, "It's okay. I'll take care of you."

Jimin nodded, cheeks flushed as his eyes darted around the room.

Jungkook leaned down and started to leave small pecks against Jimin's neck. The older wrapped his arms around the younger and stared at the ceiling as he tried to calm down.

"Relax Jimin," Kook whispered, "I promise you'll be okay."

"Just...you have condoms right?" He squeaked out.

Jung lightly smiled at that and hugged the smaller, "Yes, I have condoms."

"O...kay," his voice was light, but Jungkook found it adorable.

"Kookie," Jimin turned his head and Kook met his gaze, "You'll go slow, won't you?"

The younger happily hummed and nodded, "I'm gonna savor this night."

Jimin pressed his lips together and willed himself not to cry again, but Jungkook kissed his cheekbone and he had to let the tears out.

"I love you, hyung," Kook whispered as he slid down Jimin's body. He stopped and grabbed the older's shirt.

Jimin panicked and pushed his hands away before blushing.

"It's okay," Jung smiled, "It doesn't have to come off so fast. I just wanna kiss your belly. Is that okay?"

Jimin bit his lip for a few seconds then nodded.

Kook smiled, kissing the backs of Jimin's hands before he lightly placed them on the sheets. Jimin was breathing harshly, his breaths probably the current loudest noise.

Kook carefully and slowly pushed his shirt up until he could see Jimin's navel then leaned down to press a light kiss to the skin beside his belly button.

Jimin's stomach sank in as he exhaled and his tiny fingers tangled themselves in the younger's hair.

Kook smiled at that reaction and he repeated his actions, getting the same results.

"K-Kookie," Jimin let his fingers slide across Jung's jawline.

"Still okay?"

"Y-Yeah...y-you can...take it off now."

Kook nodded, placing another small peck to Jimin's tummy before he sat up and gripped his hyung's shirt again.

Jung looked up to Jimin's eyes and the smaller gave a nod as he lifted his arms above his head. He slowly pushed the baggy shirt off, gently dropping it in the floor next to the bed.

Next, his eyes landed on Jimin's chest.
The older had his arms across himself, looking away as his blush darkened.

"Min," Kook's voice brought his eyes back, "Don't hide from me."

"No, I...it's just," he dropped his arms to his sides and let Jungkook see the cream colored bandages around his chest, "I have to...hide them."

Kook leaned down and lightly kissed the older, drawing a breath from him as he pulled away, "Not anymore."

Jimin bit his lip and reached down to grab the taller's wrists. He brought his hands up to his right side, just over his ribcage, and let go, "There's a part tucked down below another part."

Jungkook nodded and started pulling against the bandages. They were slightly stretchy, so it was more like gauze, but the details like that didn't matter.

Kook eventually found the end and pulled it out from behind another layer. Jimin exhaled and the bandages became looser.

"You have this too tight Min," Jungkook pulled the bandages loose, but he only pushed them down to Jimin's hips instead of unraveling all that. He traced the angry red marks and indents the bandages made in his lover's skin.

"I have to to hide them," Jimin repeated.

"No, you don't. You're fucking beautiful. You're so pretty Jimin."

"Kook."

The younger cautiously let his hand slide over Jimin's chest, enjoying the curve he never thought he'd love.

"They're too big," Jimin grabbed his wrist and tried to push him away.

"No," Kook assured him, stroking his collarbones with his other hand, "They're perfect. You're perfect."

Jimin's grip loosened and he relaxed once again, "Kiss me."

Jungkook surged forward and pressed their lips together.

Jimin wrapped his arms around the younger's neck, letting his left hand get tangled in his hair.

Jungkook's hand fell down to Jimin's hip, squeezing softly before he slid it over Jimin's stomach.

"Baby," Jimin broke the kiss and tucked his head into the crook of Jung's neck.

"You're alright."

"I-I know. You can," Jimin couldn't find the words, but somehow the younger understood.

"It's okay. I understand. You don't have to say it," Jung kissed his love's neck then let his fingers walk down to Jimin's jeans.

The older squeaked and held him closer as the button popped open. Jimin almost started crying again when the zipper was pulled down.

But he was okay because he kept repeating to himself that he trusted Jungkook. Jungkook wouldn't hurt him. Jungkook loves him.

"Can I take them off?"

"No," Jimin's voice was shaky and he held Kook tighter.

The younger brought his hand up to Jimin's shoulder and he nodded, "Okay, it's okay. We're going slow, remember? They can stay on."

Jimin exhaled and relaxed once again, "Sorry."

"It's fine, Min. You're fine," Jung was stroking his arm now, placing small pecks against his elbow in attempt to calm him down.

After a couple minutes of just kisses, Jimin gave him the all clear.

"I gotta pull back, Min. Your ass is stuffed in skinny jeans and I need both hands."

Jimin giggled at that and lightly nodded before he retracted his arms to his own body.

Jung sat up straight and moved down some more on the bed.

Turns out, Jimin wasn't the only one that needed to be prepared for this. As soon as Jung gripped the shorter's jeans, he had to exhale in order to calm down.

"You okay?" Jimin squeaked.

"Yeah, just...wanted this for a while. Now I have it and it's," he exhaled again and smiled, "amazing...scary."

Jimin giggled, reaching down to grab Kook's wrist, "Same here."

The younger's fingers wiggled a bit and Jimin gasped, "Sorry."

"It's fine," Jimin smiled back, "you can take them off now."

"R-Right," the younger blushed and lightly tugged against the fabric.

Jimin lifted his hips and aided the younger in the task of getting his jeans off.

It took a minute, and Jimin was a bit embarrassed, but they came off and Kook let them join Jimin's shirt on the floor.

Now, Kook's eyes were focused on the fire-red panties Jimin was wearing. This was another factor that slipped his mind when he started this.

"Kookie," Jimin squeaked, causing the other to look up, "You still wanna...keep going?"

Jungkook nodded immediately, breathing out a "Yes" before his eyes fell to Jimin's hips.

"Are they too much?" Jimin pulled his knees up and covered himself.

Jungkook quickly pulled his legs apart, continuing to stare at the underwear, "They just hug your body really well is all. You look amazing."

Jimin was blushing and soon Jungkook realized that he was between the older's legs.

"Kookie," Jimin's shade became deeper, almost matching his panties, "I-I'm...getting wet."

Kook nodded and bit his tongue before he started pulling Jimin's panties off.

The older was slightly comfortable now, so he didn't scold the younger for not asking for permission.

Now all Jimin was left with was his loose bandages, and he'd never been so nervous in all his life.

Jungkook was staring at his lower area now, seemingly...curious.
Jimin thought it was cute so he giggled.

"It's...tiny," Kook ran his hand over Jimin's hip bone, another giggle leaving the older.

"At least you make it sound like I have a cock," he smiled.

Jung blushed and looked back up to Jimin's belly button, "Hyung, I've never...done anything like this. My first time was also with a boy."

Jimin nodded, "I understand. I'm sure you'll be fine. You're perfect after all."

Jimin reached down and lovingly gripped the other's wrist, "Just, rub here," Jimin brought Kook's fingers to his clit.

The younger was happy, yet surprised, to feel how wet Jimin was. He didn't think it happened that easily.

Kook leaned over his hyung and stared into his eyes, lightly rubbing the bud beneath his fingers, "Tell me what you want, Min."

Jimin bit his lip and held back a small moan.

"Tell me what you fantasize about. I'll make it real, I promise."

"Kook," Jimin reached up and pulled the younger down to him. He  closed his eyes and exhaled, taking solace in the feeling of Jung's breath against his lips.

"Does this feel good?"

"Yes," Jimin nodded, "So good."

"That's good," Jung smiled, "I wanna make you feel good, Min."

Jimin let out a small gasp and he craned his neck to press a small kiss to Jung's lips, "W-Will you put them...inside?"

Jung paused at that, breath stilling as well.

Jimin opened his eyes and they lost their light, "Jungkook?"

"Have you ever put your fingers inside?" Kook asked quietly, as if there was someone else in the room and he didn't want them to hear him.

Jimin blushed before shaking his head, "No. I've only...touched the outside."

Kook smiled and pecked the older's lips, "I'm glad I get to be the first."

"Me too," Jimin nodded, "Uh..um...aren't you gonna...get undressed too?"

Kook looked at his own torso, then back at Jimin, "Yeah," he smiled, "One sec."

Jung got off the bed, pulling his shirt off before he even stood up. His socks came off next and he opened his nightstand drawer before he dropped his pants to the floor.

He grabbed a condom, then came back to settle between Jimin's legs.
The older took the condom and read the package, "What does...ribbed mean?"

Jungkook smiled at that and leaned over the older again, "It means it'll feel good."

Jimin stared at the condom package for another second then looked to Jung, "Do you...think it'll hurt?"

The younger's hand fell to Jimin's hip and he kissed his cheek, "I hope not."
Jimin nodded and gave the condom back, "Me too."

With one last peck to the shorter's lips, Jung leaned back on his haunches.

Jimin watched as Kook tore the pack open with his teeth then quickly rolled the condom over his length. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't hot.

"Jungkook," Jimin held his arms out and the younger fell back over him.
The shorter's arms wrapped around his shoulders and they softly kissed.
"I'm gonna stretch you now, okay?" Jung nuzzled the other's cheek.

"Okay," Jimin closed his eyes.

Kook's hand fell back to Jimin's bud, then he slipped his index finger into the entrance.

Immediately, he noticed how different the inside felt, but it wasn't something he was...repelled by or anything.

"Min, you're really tight."

"P-Put another one in, please," Jimin breathed out.

Jung obliged, slipping his long middle finger pass the entrance.

Jimin moaned and Kook looked to him, "Curl them. Like, towards yourself."

Kook rest his forehead against Jimin's jaw, looking down at Jimin's beautiful body.

When Kook did what Jimin told him to, he instantly got a reaction. Jimin gasped and his legs opened more. He gripped Kook's hair a bit tighter and then moaned, "Kookie."

"Fuck, Jimin," the younger breathed, "So sexy."

"More," Jimin's toes curled and he held on to Kook's bicep.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Sc-Scissor me," he stuttered.

Kook got a little light-headed at that. His eyes falling shut as he groaned, "I love you, Jimin."

"L-Love you, t-too," Jimin choked out.

The younger split his fingers apart, scissoring them slowly and making sure Jimin was stretched out good.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his precious baby.

After some time, Jimin came, moaning and panting harder than he had all night. Yet he still assured Jungkook that he wanted more.

The younger pulled his fingers out and played with the substance they were coated in. Jimin giggled before bringing the fingers into his mouth and cleaning them off.

Jungkook took the opportunity to line himself up at Jimin's entrance.

Once the older was done cleaning, Kook leaned over him and pressed a light kiss to his lips, "Ready?"

"Yeah," Jimin whispered, spreading his legs even farther, "Go ahead."

Kook reached down with his right hand, his weight being held up by his left and he held onto his length as he pushed forward.

Jimin lightly moaned once the head entered and Kook groaned at the tightness.

The younger continued to slowly push in, the sound of lube mixing with Jimin's cum as he slid in.

He was able to bring his hand up to rest beside Jimin's head once half of his length was inside.

The older cupped his lover's face and stroked his cheekbones, "It doesn't hurt. You're doing good."

Kook groaned and dropped his eyes again, "It's so tight. You feel so good Min."

"You too," Jimin kissed his forehead and smiled, "Pull back and push in again. I wanna know what it feels like." Jungkook did exactly as he was told and Jimin smiled, "S'good baby. Keep going."

Jungkook positioned himself so that his forearms were under Jimin's shoulders and his forehead was still against Jimin's jawline.

His thrusts started out shallow, but as Jimin opened up to him, he was able to go deeper. He kept his pace slow and every few thrusts he would stop and roll his hips into Jimin's.

The older would moan into his ear and then bite at his earlobe, telling him to keep going.

Eventually, Jimin tightened around him again and he moaned rather loudly.

"Min?"

"I'm close. Don't stop," Jimin's fingers tangled in his hair and he groaned.

"You're gonna make me cum, too," he lightly chuckled.

Jimin giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, gripping Kook's side as if his life depended on it.

"Shit," Jung's hips faltered and he blushed, "Sorry hyung."

"It's fine," Jimin's hand fell to his nub and he started rubbing it as his second climax neared, "Kook, I'm gonna cum," Jimin gasped out.

"Go ahead," Jung pushed in once more and let out a guttural groan.

"Kookie," Jimin's voice went up in pitch and he exhaled, "I-I love you."

"Love you, too," with that last word, Jung pushed in and stayed there; balls deep in his lover as he spilled his seed into the rubber.

Jimin moaned and threw his head to the side before he opened his eyes.
Kook's wince told him that he felt his orgasm, and he didn't have to say anything. That made him calm down a bit more.

They wrapped each other in a hug as Jimin panted, his eyes opening as Kook pulled away, "Thank you Kookie."

Jung placed a small kiss to the other's lips and smiled, "I love you."

"Love you too," Jimin smiled, "Please cuddle me."

The older's tone made Kook chuckle and he reached down to pull himself out.

Jimin lightly hummed at the loss, but pouted when Kook stood up to dispose of the condom.

"Get comfy baby," Kook smiled to him and pulled the blue sheets down for him.

Jimin crawled under and was soon joined by his lover, who he pressed himself to.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around Jimin, hand lovingly gripping his shoulder as Kook's forearm crossed his back diagonally.

"Everyone will be here tomorrow."

"We'll get up before they come. And they aren't allowed in here without my permission anyways."

Jimin giggled and nuzzled himself against Kook's chest, "Night Jungkook."

"Night Jimin," he kissed the smaller's forehead and started to stroke his hair.

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Jimin woke up when the door opened, but he didn't squeal until he heard multiple male voices resonate through the room.

When he let out this noise, Jung sat up immediately, covering Jimin completely and absolutely forgetting about himself.

The voices stopped singing happy birthday and Kook finally realized it was their friends.

"Yah! The fuck are you doing?! Get out!" He threw his pillow at the door and the five guys scurried out, giggling and screeching like animals.

Jungkook turned back to uncover his love when the door closed and he found Jimin buried under the covers.
He laughed at that and pulled them away from Jimin's face, "Morning beautiful."

"Kookie," Jimin latched onto the younger and whined.

"It's okay. They didn't see," Kook kissed his temple and hugged him close, "You're okay."

Jimin relaxed and exhaled, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed with his lover and cuddle, but now their guests were there.

"I thought you said they wouldn't come in."

"They aren't supposed to," Kook grumbled, "I made that very clear to them."

Jimin giggled and looked up to the younger, "Can we shower? My thighs are sticky."

"Of course, baby," Jung nodded, "Does anything hurt?"

"No, I'm okay. You were gentle," Jimin smiled to himself and poked the taller's cheek with his nose.

"I'm glad," Jung whispered.

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After their shower, Jungkook helped Jimin put his bandages back on. He made sure they weren't too tight and he assured Jimin that no one would notice.

The older was a bit skeptical, but he trusted Jungkook.

"Kookie...can I wear some of your clothes?"

Jung smiled at that and nodded, "Of course. Pick out whatever you like."

"Thank you," Jimin said quietly before he shuffled out of the bathroom.

Jung turned to the mirror and ran his hands through his hair.

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"Was it good?" Tae plopped down next to his best friend and followed the younger's gaze. It landed on Jimin, who was rolling everyone a joint.

"Tae...I made love to someone for the first time in my life."

The brunette smiled and pat his friend on the back, "I'm glad for you then. Are you gonna get married now?"

"We aren't even dating."

"Yes you are. You just don't know it. Sure, you call it something else, but at the end of the day, you love him and you are his boyfriend."

Kook thought about that as he stared at Jimin's shoulders. He had Jungkook's loosest black shirt on and a pair of sweatpants that had to be tied multiple times for them to stay on his hips.

"And," Taehyung's voice was quiet as it came back to life, "I know he's a twink and all, but...is his ass as good out of clothes as it is in them?"

Kook looked to his friend and rolled his eyes, "It's obviously a thousand times better."

"You lucky whore," Tae mumbled and turned to look for Ho Seok.

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Jimin stayed that night as well, but was only allowed to after Seokjin gave a lecture on being safe.

Joon then escorted his boyfriend to their car and they left. He apologized to Jimin and gave him one of the beers he planned on taking home.

Yoon actually stayed the night, his drunken figure piled onto the smaller of the two couches.

"Can I sleep with you guys?" Tae put his arms around Jungkook and Jimin as they stood in the kitchen.

"Absolutely not," Kook shook his head and took another hit before handing the joint to Jimin.

"C'mon, please? Your bed is huge and Jiminie's so tiny."

"Kookie's not," Jimin muttered, then looked up to the two of them when he realized what he said.

Tae choked on his laugh and Kook just chuckled as he kissed Jimin's temple.
"You've...corrupted him, Kook! Take back your insertion!" Tae smacked the younger's arm.

"I can't," Jung laughed and pulled Jimin closer, liking how the smaller's arms immediately wrapped around him, "Penetration is forever."

Ho Seok came out of the bedroom and pulled Jimin over to the table, asking him to make a joint for him.

Once they were sat down, Ho Seok leaned in close and kept his voice low.

"Look, Jiminie, I know it's none of my business, but...I just thought I should tell you that I just found women's underwear in Kook's room."

Jimin paused for a second then continued, "What color?"

"Red."

"Those are mine," Jimin squeaked.

Hoseok laughed a bit then stopped once he realized Jimin was serious, "Oh, you....aren't kidding...sorry."

"It's fine," Jimin smiled, "I just like them. Kookie's okay. Thanks for being concerned."

"What are hyungs for, right?" Ho Seok ruffled the younger's hair and took the joint after Jimin finished.

The two went back to the kitchen, Jimin snuggled into Jung just as he had been.

Kook offered him another hit, but he declined.

"You gettin' tired?"

Jimin nodded and Jungkook put his joint down in the ashtray, "Be right back," he said. He started leading Jimin to the bedroom and he undressed him once he closed the door.

"Hobi saw my panties," Jimin giggled, his hand on Jung's shoulder while the younger pulled his pants off for him.

"Seriously," Kook sighed and stood up, "I wanted to be the only one that did."

Jimin smiled and put his arms around Kook's neck as the younger reached under his shirt and started to unwind his bindings.

"You know...you won't have to wear this stuff when we're alone anymore."

"Kookie-"

"I'll stock up on condoms and we won't have to leave for days."

Jimin sighed and looked over as Jung pulled his bandages out from under his shirt, "This shit won't keep me from you."

Jimin bit his lip then dropped his arms, "Sucks that you told them you were coming back."

Jung growled then picked Jimin up and sat him on the bed. He leaned in and stole a kiss, which Jimin gladly returned.

Their lips parted, but Jungkook didn't pull back. He stared at the smaller for a little bit then smiled, "So happy you let this happen."

Jimin smiled back and nodded, "Me too."

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Three hours after Jimin went to sleep, Kook came in and laid down with him. He wasn't particularly tired, just lonely. He was used to Jimin clinging to him, so when it wasn't happening he felt pretty cold.

Jimin wrapped himself around the younger male as soon as he got comfy and placed a few kisses to his neck before he went back to sleep.

Kook buried his nose in Jimin's hair, appreciating how it smelled like his own shampoo. He held Jimin close and kissed his temple multiple times.

Fuck, he loved Jimin.

But it hurt the most to know Jimin was lying to him...hiding things from him. After all the trust he put in the older, Kook couldn't overlook how Jimin kept him in the dark about something so important.

But, then again, if Jimin had told him, he wouldn't've felt like he does now. He would only have seen Jimin as a friend and not at all as a lover. He would have lost a great opportunity to hold Jimin like he does now.

It was messy, but one thing was solid; he loved Jimin.

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Jimin woke up with the urge to pee. He opened his eyes and squinted at the bright light. He had a slight headache, but the arms that encircled him took his mind off it.

Somehow, he managed to escape Jung's grip and slide out of bed. He was mindful of the pile of clothes that remained from two nights ago as he made his way around the bed to the bathroom.

A couple minutes later, he came back out, but paused. On the opposite side of Jungkook, from where he himself used to be laying, Jimin saw Tae Hyung curled up under the blankets.

It wouldn't have been bothersome if Tae wasn't awake and staring at him.

"Morning Jiminie," Tae said groggily.

"Morning Tae," Jimin crossed his arms over his chest.

The taller of the two sat up and stretched. Jimin took a step back and he collided with the wall.

Tae looked over to him and chuckled, "What's wrong? You dizzy?"

Jimin decided to lie and say yes, "Too much to drink."

"You know you're a light weight Ji, you can't try to out-drink Joon hyung."

"Thought I'd give it a try," Jimin shrugged, hoping and praying Jungkook would wake up.

"You shouldn't over do stupid shit like that. Last thing we need is you overdosing or getting alcohol poisoning or something."

Jimin whispered one last please inside his mind and as if Jungkook could hear him, the youngest woke up. He was dazed for a couple seconds, confused as to where Jimin was, but he rolled over and his eyes immediately filled with fire.

He saw Jimin against the wall and Tae smiling down at him. Forgetting everything that had to do with friendship, Kook kicked the older male out of bed.

"Tae! I told you you couldn't fucking sleep in here!"

Jimin pressed himself against the wall even more and cringed at Jungkook's tone.

"Well where the fuck was I supposed to sleep? What's the big deal we've all slept in one bed before!"

"Not anymore!"

"Why not?!" Tae stood up and fixed his sweatshirt.

"Because I said so!" Kook was his loudest with this.

Everything fell silent for a bit and then Tae turned to Jimin before looking back at his friend.

"Fuck you. You think a ten year long friendship would be worth more than a two day relationship."

Tae Hyung grabbed his phone and left, Jungkook trying his hardest to make him stop.

Jimin was on the floor, hand covering his mouth as he cried. Jungkook had run after Tae Hyung and Jimin could still hear them arguing. This isn't what he wanted. He wanted Jungkook to wake up, notice the situation and like...bring him a blanket or something. He didn't want all the yelling or the tears and certainly didn't want to hear Tae tell Jungkook that he wasn't coming back.

He should've kept his mouth shut. He shouldn't've slept with Jungkook. Kook should still think he has a penis, but fuck that. He had to open his stupid fucking mouth and be honest. Now it's ruining everything and it hasn't even been a week.

The front door slammed and Jimin jolted, burying his head in his arms.
Jungkook screamed and Ho Seok's voice asked what was happening.

Yoon Gi was awake, Jimin was sure, but he probably had nothing to say so early in the morning.

"Sorry....hyungs," Kook sighed and Jimin heard his footsteps getting closer.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around him and Jungkook was whispering comforting words to him.

He eventually got Jimin off the floor and led him back to bed where he covered him up and kissed his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Kookie," Jimin whispered.

"It's my fault," Kook shook his head, "I panicked and I didn't....handle that right."

Jimin reached out and grabbed the younger's hand, pressing it to his cheek.

"I'm gonna go talk to the hyungs," Jung left a couple small strokes across the other's cheekbone, then leaned down and left another kiss on his forehead, "I love you."

"Love you too," Jimin said quietly and gave a small smile.

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Jimin had his own apartment too. It was rare that they met there, though, just because Jimin liked the layout of Jungkook's place better.

Although, after Kook's birthday, Jimin was weary to come back to the younger's apartment. Every time he saw the corner of the room where he was curled up crying, he thought of Tae Hyung.

Tae Hyung hadn't spoken to either of them for the better part of a month now. He skipped out on Jimin's birthday party and when the youngest asked, Ho Seok said he wasn't well.

Jimin didn't blame him. If his best friend -if he had one- didn't pick him over some new boyfriend or girlfriend he'd probably be upset too.

And it didn't make Jimin feel better to know that Tae and Kook had been friends since middle school. He felt like shit, like some crack whore that wiggled their way into some rich guy's house.

On Jimin's actual birthday, Jung decided to go over and try to pull him out of the apartment. He hadn't socialized properly for days at this point.

The smaller was curled up in bed, just the way Kook had left him yesterday.

This upset the younger, he couldn't exactly say why. He was slightly angry that Jimin hadn't moved.

"Hyung!" Kook barked, and the older jolted before pulling the bedsheets closer to his chin, "Get up!"

"Kookie-"

"No, there's no sweet talking me out of it this time," Jungkook marched over to the bed and pulled the covers away from his hyung, "Get up."

"No."

"Why not?"

"What's the point?" Jimin opened one eye and looked up to the younger.

"Uh, I don't know," he said sarcastically, "Your boyfriend is here, maybe you should greet him."

"You never asked me to-"

"Regardless, I want a fucking hug."

Jimin laid there for a couple more seconds, squirming around before he smiled and moved to sit up.

Kook smiled and took a step back so Jimin could stand.

The shorter pulled his legs out from under the covers, revealing that he wasn't wearing pants and Kook was sure Jimin's bandages were on the dresser across the room.

He stood up and sighed, inhaling as he looked up to Kook.

The taller wrapped his arms around the other's figure and nuzzled his nose into Jimin's hair, "You smell good, Min."

"Kookie, not today," Jimin tried to wiggle away, but it wasn't working.

"Why not?"

"Cause it's not a good day for me," Jimin pushed a bit harder when Kook slid his index fingers pass the elastic of his panties, the material snapping back against his butt.

"What's wrong?"

Jimin bit his lip and felt the blush on his cheeks before he tried to get free again.

"I'm not giving up until I get a good reason," Jung chuckled, holding Jimin in place against his body.

"I'm bleeding!" Jimin whined, giving one more rough push against the other's chest.

After a short pause, Jung exhaled, "So? Does it hurt if we do it while you're bleeding?"

"No, just....I feel really ugly, Jungkook. And I don't want to deal with anything right now."

"Have you at least been to work this week?"

"Yeah. Nothing more than that though."

"Min," Kook let the room still for a moment before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jimin's lips, "You look really sexy."

Jimin pushed him again and Kook actually moved back a bit, watching as Jimin pouted and crawled back in bed.

The younger chuckled and started undressing, pulling off everything except his boxers- which were awesomely covered in spaceships, thank you.

Jimin giggled at the sight of them, but still moved over to give the other space on the mattress.

Jung climbed in with him, pulling Jimin to his chest and enjoying how the older immediately started playing with his necklace.

"This is-" Jimin's smile fell and he sighed, "Tae got you this, didn't he?"

Kook ran his hands through Jimin's hair and nodded, "Yeah."

"Kookie, I'm so sorry."

"I wasn't your fault, Min," Kook pressed a light kiss to his forehead, "I told you. I didn't handle that right. I just wanted to protect you."

"He's really mad, isn't he?" Jimin whispered, hoping to cover his voice if it cracked.

"Yeah...and he has the right to be. I yelled at him and...Jin-hyung said I bruised his thigh pretty bad when I kicked him. But I'm sure he's more hurt emotionally than anything."

"I miss him," Jimin dropped the necklace and it fell towards the mattress.

"He hasn't talked to you either?" Kook furrowed his brow.

"Why would he Kookie? I'm the slut that stole his best friend."

"You aren't a slut," Jung rolled his eyes, "Tae knows how I feel about you and I don't know why he thought I'd act any different."

"Because he trusted you to trust him," Jimin said firmly, yet lovingly, "And what happened... At least, to me it looked like you didn't trust him around me."

"I trust Tae with my life. He's kept me from dying so many times it's stupid."

"Tell him that."

"How? He ignores my texts, sends me to voicemail and won't open the door when I go to his apartment. He's pissed and I think I should just give him time."

"Kook," Jimin sighed, "It's almost been two months."

"I know," Jung nodded softly and looked to his necklace, "Just...he's still probably pretty upset."

"I would be," Jimin mumbled, "Especially because it's you who would be rejecting me."

Jung leaned in and pressed a small kiss to Jimin's forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too."

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"Hey, Tae," Jimin leaned over the counter and smiled at the taller male.

"Hi," Tae dropped his gaze to the money in his hand, "Want a coffee or something?"

"No, I...wanna talk to you. When's your lunch break?" Jimin pressed his lips together in hope.

Tae tried to look angry, he really did, but Jimin was such a fluff ball and he seriously couldn't manage a frown in that moment, "In half an hour. What do you wanna talk about?"

"You."

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Jungkook had been laying around his apartment all day. At midday, he managed to haul his ass off the couch and shower before he collapsed on the bed.

He picked up the necklace Tae got him, playing with the metal feather pendant as he stared at it.

When Tae gave it to him as a birthday present, he told Kook the feather represented him. He said that Jungkook was 'just as free spirited as the bird that carried him'.

With all the shit they'd been through together, Jungkook took those words to heart at the time. Now it kind of stung to remember them.

"Babe?" Jimin's small voice reached his ears and he looked to the door.

"Hey," he sat up and smiled, pulling his bangs down over his forehead.

"Um...I...got you something," Jimin's arm reached out the doorframe and then he pulled it back, only he dragged a person in with it.

"Tae..."

"Jimin...told me everything," Tae gave him a small smile.

"Everything everything?" Jung raised an eyebrow and looked between the both of them.

Jimin nodded as Tae said "Yeah."

"You aren't," the youngest shrugged, "gonna tease me or anything?"

"No," Tae sighed, "I think we both just need a fucking hug."

Jung smiled at that and rolled his eyes before he slid out of bed and stepped over to his friend.

Jimin stepped back and let them do their thing. He moved out to the living room where his bag was and started picking up all the little things he'd brought over to Jungkook's before stuffing them all in his bag.

A minute later, while Jimin was searching the coffee table for anything he might have stashed there, Jungkook and Tae Hyung came out of the bedroom.

"Babe," Kook walked over to his bag and pulled out Jimin's Rubix cube, "what're you doing?"

Jimin stood up and straight and held her hands in front of herself, "I'm sorry I started something I couldn't finish, Jungkook-ah," she bowed, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

Kook looked back to Tae and the older shrugged, taking himself back to the bedroom and closing the door.

Jimin straightened back up at the sound of the door closing then moved over to stand next to Jungkook.

"Babe, why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?"

"Like you think you're just some girl to me."

"Because I am."

"Park Jimin," Jungkook sighed when the older took the toy from his hand, "Stop this shit, right now."

"Jungkook," Jimin turned to the younger, eyes glistening under the lights, "I won't ruin your life just to make mine better. You shouldn't love me. You should be with someone that can be what you want."

"You are what I want," the younger grabbed Jimin's bag, before he could even zip it up, and started going around the room. He placed things back where they were even through the other's protests. After placing two things back, Kook stopped and shouted, "Jimin!"

The older stopped talking as the taller yelled. He hated when Jungkook shouted it made him feel like a dog getting scolded.

"The night before my birthday I gave my everything to you and you put your trust in me. Does that mean nothing to you?"

"That means everything to me," Jimin almost sounded offended.

"Then why are you trying to leave me?!" Kook looked like a kicked puppy.

It broke Jimin's heart and he actually had to put his hand over his chest.

"I love you no matter if you're a girl or not; it wouldn't matter if you shot me and Tae Hyung, I would still love you," he dropped the bag and hurried across the room to his lover, grabbing his chubby cheeks between his palms and staring down at him, "I will always love you and only you. Nothing you do will ever change that."

Jimin reached out and gripped the taller's shirt, "Don't say that."

"I love you."

"No you don't," the shorter whispered.

"I love you."

"Stop."

"Jimin," Kook pulled him into one of the tightest hugs of his entire life.

"Jungkook, please-"

"I love you."

And the flood gates broke. Jimin couldn't take another moment of this.

Fuck, he couldn't leave Jungkook.

What the fuck was he thinking? He's so stupid; so stupid and he has no idea how Kook's ever gonna let him live this down.

"Kookie," Jimin sobbed out, only to have the younger pull him closer and push Jimin's face to his chest.

"I love you, Ji," Kook mumbled, "Don't ever question that. I waited for you for seven years. Like hell I'm gonna give you up now."

"B-But I'm-"

"Jimin, you're perfect. So what, you don't have a penis, big deal. I'm over it. I was never really...under it to begin with. I don't care what you do or don't have, all I care about is making you feel like an amazing, loved, beautiful person. That's what you are and that's what you deserve."

Jimin could only sniffle and repeat to himself that he shouldn't be crying at all. Jungkook is telling him all the sweet things he needed to hear, all the comforting words that made his heart melt like butter. He should be happy, and he totally is it's just...how does he stop the tears he's had built up from the previous month? He felt awful that Tae and Kook fought because he was present. He felt like such an asshole and a home-wrecker and all these terrible words bundled into one human.

Then Jungkook tells him he's exactly the opposite.

Jimin was never one to let other people's words outweigh his own thoughts, but should he this time? In favor of feeling loved and beautiful and whatever else came from Kook's mouth.

"Tha-Thank you, Jungkookie," Jimin swallowed hard before hiccuping and releasing a deep breath.

"Don't ever leave me," Jungkook mumbled, "I need you here more than even I know, Jimin. As long as you love me, I want you here, no where else."

Jimin pressed his lips to Jung's shoulder, inhaling his scent as Kook swayed their bodies.

"I'll stay," Jimin breathed out, his cheek smushed against Jung's shoulder now. The younger was really relentless in this hug.

"Forever?"

"Forever," Jimin closed his eyes and lets himself smile as his arms finally locked around his boyfriend.

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Three days later, everything is back to normal. Tae comes over regularly and Jimin stays at Jung's apartment in all his spare time. The youngest feels comfort in the familiarity of it all.

While Jimin was sulking, Kook had to sleep in his bed all by himself. He wasn't a fan of that as much as he was of cuddling his small boyfriend.

Kook makes a point to tell Jimin he loves him more than he managed to remember to take out the trash.

The older always blushes, looks away, and says "I love you too" in the smallest, most adorable voice.

Jungkook usually hugs him or pulls him into his lap. On one occasion, Jungkook actually got Jimin to let him spoon him. He was proud of himself the next morning.

Things between them were going great. There were no more silly arguments and now that Tae knew Jimin's secret, the alien knew why Jungkook said and did the things he had. He was understanding and Kook was so thankful that he was forgiving.

Jimin and Tae started hanging out a lot, talking a whole bunch. Jung wasn't worried or jealous. The youngest knew his best friend was strictly into guys.

Which phased a question to himself whenever he thought about it. What was he? He always thought he was gay, but he'd been attracted to a woman for the better part of his life.

He knew Jimin was still Jimin, and he loved that, but he didn't know what to call himself.

The issue was never brought up until Jung found himself towered over his small lover one night.

Nothing too extreme had happened yet, but they'd been making out for almost an hour. Jimin had gotten so much better at kissing.

Once they calmed down, breaking their kiss and just staring at one another, Jimin swept his fingers over the younger's lips, "So...what exactly are you now that...we've...?"

Kook smiled at the way the other blushed, and dipped down for another quick kiss, "I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway."

"Yeah, but...you thought you were gay your whole life-"

"You're still a boy."

"Not physically," Jimin pointed sharply, "You know that better than anyone."

The younger let out an approving hum and nodded. "Yes. I. Do," at this point, his hand had traveled under Jimin's shirt and he was pinching the soft skin above the older's ribs.

"Kookie," Jimin whined and tried to pull his hand out of his clothing.

"Baby, please," Jungkook groaned and laid his head against the shorter's chest, "It's been a month, please."

"You waited years."

"And I want you more than ever now that you're mine," he let his arms wrap around Jimin's smaller figure and he pressed short kisses to Ji's covered belly.

Jimin thread his fingers through the younger's hair, biting his lip as he thought it over. It felt good when Jungkook touched him, what harm could it possibly do? And the small, patient kisses against his abdomen biased his judgement he was sure. Nothing compared to how Kook's kisses made him feel.

"Baby," the younger lifted his head and placed a chaste kiss to his lips, "Sorry, we don't have to-"

"You said you don't have to work anymore this week, right?"

Kook nodded slowly, brows furrowed as he stared at the other.

Jimin took his chance and hooked his right leg on the taller's hips before rolling them over.

Jung was still a bit shocked at first -his hands floating just above Jimin's thighs- but when the smaller let out a giggle, he gripped Jimin's hips instantly.

The older leaned down, biting his lip as his foot lightly rubbed against Jung's thigh, "I hope you stocked up on condoms."

"Babe," Kook smiled as Jimin leaned in and connected their lips again.

Another giggle came from the smaller and he started grinding against the younger's crotch.

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Kook was powerless. The two of them barely had clothes on to begin with and the friction was so sweet it felt like they were naked.

Not even a minute into the grinding, Jungkook had to push Jimin to the side.

The smaller looked a bit upset, but Kook was quick to sit up and peck his lips, "Where the fuck did you learn to move your hips like that?"

Jimin blushed and bit his nail, "I have fantasies, too, Kookie. I practice, of course."

It took a couple seconds, but Jung understood and he dropped his head with a groan. The thought of Jimin grinding against a pillow and thinking it was him filled his brain. He could just imagine the noises that would come from the older, the way his body would flush a bright red color.

"Jungkookie," the smaller reached out and brought his head back up. Their eyes met and Jimin had to lick his lips, "Don't get lost in your head and forget about me."

Kook smiled and moved forward, pressing Jimin back into the mattress before he leaned down and captured his lips again.

The smaller whimpered and wrapped his arms around the taller's neck, eyes firmly shut as he focused solely on reciprocating the kiss.

A sneaky hand from the younger made it's way to Jimin's ocean blue panties, two fingers running along the warmest part.

The older gasped, pulled away from the kiss, and spread his legs wider as his toes curled in anticipation.

"So sensitive," Jung smiled to himself and kissed down Jimin's jaw to his collarbone.

"Kookie."

"Yeah, baby?"

"I-I...bet I'd look prettier on my knees," he managed to speak without vomiting at the anxiety, so Jimin told himself he was doing good.

"Fuck," Kook muttered and moved lower on his partner's body.

Jimin's hand stuck in the taller's hair as he pressed kisses to his belly and dipped his tongue into the older's navel.

"You've always had such a beautiful tummy, Jimin."

"I was fat in high school," Jimin pouted.

"No, not your belly. Your ass on the other hand," Kook inhaled through his teeth, "It's still as glorious today as it always was."

Jimin giggled at the usage of the word glorious, yet still massaged tiny circles into the younger's scalp, "So sweet, Kookie."

With one more peck to his lover's stomach, Jungkook was moving to sit on his knees.

He pushed Jimin's shirt off and growled as he tugged at the bandages, "I forgot to take these off."

"You like them around my hips better anyway," Jimin smirked, "If my first time is anything to go off of."

"I'd like them gone. New rule; if I take these off, they stay off until you leave again."

Jimin smiled and nodded, "I can deal with that, I guess."

"You have to," Kook started to pull them off, the fabric softly circling around Jimin's torso, "it's a rule."

"That you just made up," Jimin giggled, smiling and rolling his eyes at the way Kook discarded the bandages, "You always make such a mess."

"Clean later," he grumbled before leaning in and pressing small kisses to Jimin's neck.

The older put his arms around his boyfriend again and closed his eyes as he let himself relax.

"Can I give you a hickey, baby?" Jung lightly stroked Jimin's neck with his fingers, "Pretty please with sprinkles on top?"

Jimin smiled to himself and nodded, "You know I'm a sucker for sprinkles."

Kook laughed a bit before he went back to leaving small kisses. After about two more minutes, Kook lightly nipped at his skin. From then on, the bites got a little harsher each time, always in the same spot, but it never hurt. Jungkook was good at easing into things, especially things Jimin had never done.

The older was appreciative of that, and even more so of the feeling he got from an unusually hard bite.

Jung suddenly growled, his teeth pulling a portion of skin to his tongue.
Jimin whined and started stroking the other's hair, "Kookie. Feels good."

A soft hum came from the younger boy and he let his hand travel to Jimin's chest, index finger rubbing the soft bud.

"Jungkook," Jimin moaned and a second later the taller pulled back.

"Fuck, that'll be so pretty on you," he stared at the darkening patch of skin and sighed, "Now everyone'll know your ass is mine."

Jimin turned his head and pressed light kisses to the younger's jaw, telling Jung he wanted a proper kiss.

"One second baby," he turned and pecked his lips, "Let me catch my breath."

Jimin pouted, but still buried his face in the crook of the younger's shoulder while he focused on Kook's hand.

"This feel good baby?" a small peck was delivered to the smaller's temple.

"A little," Jimin nodded.

Kook exhaled a small laugh and left another peck on the other's cheek, "Tell me how I can make it better."

"I-I...I don't know," Jimin reached up to grip the younger's wrist, "Maybe just-"

He stopped and adjusted Kook's hand, aiding him in simply squeezing the soft tissue.

That got a reaction, small yet still a reaction.

Kook continued to lightly squeeze until his racing heart slowed. Then he focused less on that and more on kissing Jimin.

A light moan slipped pass the taller's lips and Jimin giggled before pulling away, "I'm not even touching you, Kookie."

"Doesn't mean I'm not hard," Kook traced his fingertips across Jimin's cheek bone, "Sometimes I get hard just looking at you, like, full on erections."

Jimin blushed and let his hands fall down the taller's back.

"It's really hard to not be attracted to you, Min."

"I'm sorry," he squeaked.

"No," Kook shook his head and smiled, "Please don't be."

"Not sorry."

Jungkook's bunny teeth showed as he smiled wider and leaned in for another kiss, "You can touch, too, Min. I won't get angry. I'm not like that in bed. I want you touch me and I want you to enjoy this."

"What if I touch something...and you don't like it?"

"Not possible," Jung inhaled as the other's small hands traveled up his back, "Everything you touch feels like fire."

"Is that good?"

"Very good," Kook nodded before he looked down to their lower halves, "How wet are you?"

Jimin blushed and brought his hands to his face.

Kook chuckled before kissing his lover's knuckles, "Can I touch?"

Jimin slowly nodded and Jung exhaled before he moved his hand down to the warm fabric again.

"Fuck baby. These are soaked," Kook bit his lip and brought his gaze back up, "Do you want them off?"

Jimin dropped his hands and shifted a bit before he shook his head.

"Not ready yet?"

"It's not that I just," the smaller gulped, "I thought...I wanted to try doing it...with them on."

Kook's eyes widened and he swallowed as well, "Wh-Where'd you get that idea from?"

"Um...porn," he gave a light smile before shrugging again.

"I thought you were innocent," Kook mumbled.

Jimin blushed harder and tried to calm down by biting his lip.

"But I'll try it if you really wanna."

"I do," he squeaked.

Jungkook paused for a moment then smirked, "You're probably getting even wetter at the thought of it, huh?"

"Jungkookie," Ji whined.

"You know, I didn't tell you this last time, but...I like the way you take my cock."

Another light whimper sent the younger over his limit.

"God, Jimin. I want you so bad."

The older turned to the nightstand and swallowed, "Condom first."

"Don't you want my baby?" Kook growled in his ear.

"Jungkook-"

"I bet you'd like to feel the cum inside you," Kook rubbed his fingers across the fabric a bit harder then chuckled, "Your bud is actually really cute," he smirked, "How many times do you think you could cum from me only touching your clit?"

"Infinite," Jimin breathed out, "Please, baby. Don't tease anymore, please."

"Can I try something?" Kook suddenly asked.

Jimin paused for a bit before nodding.
The younger smiled and moved down between his legs, "I'll make you feel really good Jiminie," he pulled the older's panties to the side and licked his lips.

"Kookie-"

"So this is what your arousal smells like," he chuckled, "I bet it tastes better."

Before Jimin could protest, his boyfriend's tongue was lapping up his juices and clouding his mind. He'd only seen it in porn, and he never thought Jung would be up for it, but hell did it feel amazing.

The younger let out grunts every few seconds, urging Jimin to moan. He pulled away to catch his breath and he saw the mess he created.

Jimin had his eyes screwed shut and lip tucked between his teeth so hard there was blood staining the pretty, pearly white.

"Jimin, I want you to moan so I know that it feels good."

"No," he unintentionally moaned.

"Why not?"

"Because it'll sound funny," he pouted, licking his lip and gathering the blood from it, "I don't want you to laugh."

"I won't. Just let me know it feels good," he ducked his head down, going back to his previous action, but kept his eyes on Jimin.

"Kookie," the older breathed out, "Tongue. Your tongue feels good."

Jung smirked to himself and pushed his tongue into the other.

Jimin let out a small moan, but that wasn't enough. Kook wanted him to come undone from this alone.

He pulled his tongue back, making sure to lick all the stickiness up, and moved his lips up to Jimin's bud.

He started to lightly suck, wetting the bundle of nerves with his tongue every few seconds.

This had the smaller going crazy. He wanted to stay quiet, have some self control, but the moans tumbled out of him without his consent. He knew Jungkook wanted to hear them, but he thought they were lewd. He never thought he'd sound like one of the people in a porno.

"Jungkookie, baby," the older reached down and grabbed the younger's hair, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum."

A low hum from the younger told Jimin he wasn't letting up.

"Kookie," he groaned and dropped his head back, "Fuck it's so good, baby."

The dip of Jungkook's tongue to his lover's entrance was all it took to send Jimin over the edge.

He lightly tugged on the other's hair, closing his legs around Jung's head as the taller continued to suck on his bud.

A loud and very drawn out moan of the younger's name made him groan against Jimin's heat. He never realized just how sensitive these parts were.

Jimin's body jumped as he relaxed and Kook pulled away. Immediately he moved up to make sure Jimin was alright.

The older just nodded and giggled, "I came so hard Kookie. Your tongue is magic."

"Something else we have in common then," Kook breathed out, relieved that Jimin was fine and wasn't having a seizure.

The older's body made another jerk in his movements and he blushed, "Maybe you're too good."

"Nothing's too good for you," he smiled and leaned down to peck his love's lips.

"It's been a while since I gave you a blowjob, huh?"

Kook focused on how Jimin's hands rubbed his chest, "I guess," he closed his eyes and imagined Jimin's lips around his length. It was a familiar sight, yet one he enjoyed.

"Baby," Jimin's right hand came to the younger's cheek, "Don't fantasize about it when I'm right here. Just tell me you want it."

Kook let his own hand sweep across Jimin's belly, his thumb grazing the top of the older's panties, "Sixty-nine me," he bit his lip.

Jimin sputtered out a broken "What?"

"You on top," he smiled, "I'll eat you out and...take you up on that offer for a blowjob."

"Kookie...that's so dirty."

The younger huffed out a laugh and pecked the other's lips, "But I know you wanna feel my tongue again."

Soon enough Jimin was above the younger male, positioning his hips above the taller's mouth.

Kook licked his slit and he leaned over, immediately beginning to lick Kook's shaft.

"Hyung," the younger groaned, having to stop for a second to voice his appreciation, "Fuck."

Jimin softly hummed and pushed himself farther down Kook's length.

"You're so good, Min," the younger slapped his lover's thigh before gripping it soothingly, "So good, baby."

Jimin leaned down more, taking in more girth, and Jungkook couldn't ignore the view of his ass.

"You're too hot," he left a powerful slap against Jimin's bottom and he moaned, "Like that?"

"Mhm," Jimin whined.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Kook scolded lightly. He pulled the other's panties back to the side and dragged his tongue from the older's clit to his entrance.

Jimin pulled off with a gasp and slurped his saliva back into his mouth, "So warm, Jungkookie."

"You're drooling all over me Jimin," Kook laughed, "I might just have to punish you for that."

"How?" The older asked before he could think it through.

Quickly, Kook stopped touching him and let his arms fall to the bed, "Turn around baby."

Jimin heard the tone of his boyfriend's voice and immediately did as he was told.

"Good. Hold the headboard and sit on my face," Kook's arms wrapped around the other's thighs.

"Be gentle Kookie," Jimin reminded him. He didn't mind all the dirty talk or the roughness, he just wasn't used to it and was a bit scared of trying new things like this.

"I know," the younger smiled and lightly kissed the inside of his thigh, "Tell me if it feels good, okay?"

"Kay," Jimin whispered as he nodded.
After a short pause, Jung pulled the smaller's hips down and started lapping at the fresh juices.

Jimin's fingers curled around the headboard and he closed his eyes. Why the hell didn't he let Jungkook do this the last time?

"Kookie," Jimin whined, "I changed my mind."

"About what baby?" The younger stopped and lightly ran his hands along the other's thighs.

"My panties."

"Why baby?"

"They're in the way," he blushed, "Keeping them on just creates more work."

Kook chuckled and nodded, "Okay," he moved Jimin down to his stomach then made the older sit, "Lean back, sweetheart."

Jimin put his hands on the sheets beside Kook's legs and leaned as far back as he could.

The younger slid the garments off and carelessly tossed them to the side, Jimin rolling his eyes as he moved to straddle the younger. He slid his hips back, then suddenly lifted them up, "I'm sorry," he covered his mouth.

"What?" Jung furrowed his brow and reached to grab the older's sides.

"I...got cum on your belly," Jimin blushed and looked to the sticky spot on Jung's abdomen.

"It's fine," he rubbed soothing cirlces against his lover's skin, "It'll wash off later."

Jimin brought his hands up to cover his eyes, "Sorry I'm so awkward."

"Baby," Kook chuckled and pulled his hands down, "It's your second time. Your mistakes are adorable."

"Mistakes? Plural?"

"Relax," Jung drawled out, "You're turning me on so you're doing great. I like the innocence in your movements anyway."

"What do you mean?" Jimin pouted and moved lower on the younger's body.

"Like, you aren't trying to be sexy, you just are. You aren't begging or anything, but you're still telling me what you want."

"I...think I understand," Jimin gripped the younger's shaft, "So, I just line it up? Like this?"

"Babe," Kook pulled up on the smaller's hips, "I...don't know if you're ready to ride me."

"I'm soaked Kookie," he pouted, "Of course I'm ready."

"No, I...I mean...you've never done it before."

"But...the only difference between you and my pillow is that there's actually something going inside."

"Yeah, and...well, sometimes the stretch hurts. And when you're muscles tense up, you clench and it just hurts worse."

"But is that for girls or boys?"

"Both," Kook slid Jimin's adorable fingers off his length, "Besides, I really wanna do missionary with you again."

"Missionary?" Jimin tilted his head to the side, "That's what they call that?"

"Yeah," Jung let out a happy huff of air, "and I really like to see your pretty eyes."

"Lies," Jimin pouted as Jungkook switched their positions, "You can't see my eyes when I moan."

"Yes I can," Kook smiled, "And they're the most beautiful."

The older rolled his eyes and motioned towards the nightstand, "Get a condom or I'm leaving you for my pillow."

The taller laughed and leaned in to place a peck on the other's lips before he moved to get what he needed.

Jimin stole the package from him when he came back and read it, "Have you always gotten these?"

"No, there was a phase a while back where I found strawberry flavored ones."

"Flavored?" Jimin lightly shook his head, "That's a little weird."

"Do you want me to put that on or not? Cause I'm cool either way."

"Sorry," Jimin blushed and giggled, handing it back to the younger.

While Kook put the condom on, Jimin let his knee lightly stroke the younger's hip. He liked watching the latter put the condom on himself. He didn't know why, it just happened to turn out like that. He realized it wasn't like an olympic victory or something, but still it made Kook look like he knew what he was doing.

"You're quiet now," Jungkook lined himself up before leaning over the older's body, "Scared?"

"A little," he admitted, "But I trust you."

Kook connected their lips before he pushed in, groaning a bit as Jimin sighed.

He couldn't bottom out just yet. Jimin had tightened up a bit over the past month so only half his length could fit initially.

"So big," Jimin muttered through the kiss. Jung hummed at that, happy Jimin thought so.

After a bit, the younger started moving. His thrusts were shallow, but every one gained more ground and Jimin could take more of him.

As three quarters of himself slid inside, Jimin pulled away from his lips and gasped, "Kookie."

"Yeah baby?" He buried his face in the latter's shoulder and started leaving light kisses.

"Good," Jimin wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and closed his eyes, "So good."

The younger put more force into his thrusts and Jimin had to drop his head back, "Don't stop," he turned to other, "Please. I'm gonna cum."

Jung slid his hand between them and let it rest on Jimin's bud, fingers expertly rubbing him as he moaned.

"Jungkook, fuck. Fuck, I love you. Oh my god," Jimin's eyes were just little slits now with how hard his brow was furrowed, but Jungkook could still see the pretty brown in them.

"I love you too," Jung smiled and leaned in to place a few small kisses on the other's lips, "Fuck," he suddenly groaned.

"What?" Jimin's hands shot to Jungkook's cheeks.

"You're tightening around me."

Jimin whimpered and nuzzled his nose against Kook's cheek, "I love you so much."

"I love you so much more."

Jimin giggled a bit before looking up to the taller's eyes, "I can tell by the way you've been touching my hips this whole time."

Jung's light grip faded and he started rubbing circles into the older's skin, "Don't focus on that. Just cum."

Jimin giggled again and started peppering Kook's face in kisses, a moan escaping him every few pecks.

Jungkook brought his fingers up to his lips and quickly licked the pads of three of them. Then they traveled back to Jimin's heat, rubbing the hardening bundle of nerves.

Jimin groaned and fell back into the pillows, his body going limp as he neared his climax.

"Feel that good?"

"When you do it," Jimin nodded and closed his eyes, "God I'm so close."

"Cum for me," Jung leaned in and started licking the older's throat.

"Fuck Kookie," Jimin's hand found it's way to the younger's hair, "Your cock is so good."

"The way you say that drives me crazy, hyung."

"All of it or just cock," Jimin smirked, but it only lasted a second before he moaned again.

"All of it, but especially cock."

A few more harsh thrusts brought Jimin his orgasm. The way he tightened around Kook and wrapped his legs around his waist, pushed the taller to follow him.

After coming down from their highs, they found themselves in a heated kiss.

Jimin broke it first, a moan escaping him when the younger pulled out.

"God, Jimin," Kook looked over his lover's body before he pecked his lips.

"Not my fault you're girthy," Jimin panted out, "Not that I'm complaining."

Jungkook smiled at that before he stood up and disposed of the the used rubber.

Jimin welcomed him back with a short kiss, legs wrapping around the younger's hips again.

"Don't tempt me baby," Jung pulled his hips back from the other's, "I've been fantasizing about fucking you raw for years."

"Kook," Jimin whimpered, "No more teasing. Let me rest."

"Says the one with their legs spread open," Kook muttered before he started biting the shorter's ear.

"Jungkookie," Jimin whined, "Shower, now. I'm sticky."

"Ugh, babe," Kook groaned and brought his hips forward. His length rubbed across the other's slit, rendering Jimin's protests useless.

"Kook," Jimin started to lightly push against the younger's arm.

"You want it too, don't you? No condom...the risk," Jung sighed across the older's cheek, "You'd like that adrenaline rush wouldn't you?"

"I want it more than anything, Kookie, but it's too risky right now. We can't, okay? Just trust me on this one," Jimin's hands came up to the other's cheeks.

Kook groaned again, feeling Jimin's nub against his tip, "Your skin is so soft."

"Jungkook-"

"When, baby?"

"When we're ready," Jimin bit his lip, unable to deny how he was getting wet again.

"How long?"

"Hopefully soon," Jimin's hands raked through the other's hair, "Just not now. Not this soon."

"I love you," Kook pulled his hips back before he made any mistakes.

"I love you too," Jimin smiled, "Let's go shower."

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"I've been texting you for three days, Kook," Tae plopped down on the couch next to his friend, "Did you lose your phone or something?"

"No, I didn't lose it. Just didn't answer," he bit his lip.

"Well why not?" Tae looked around, "You were off work, so I know you weren't busy."

"I was busy," Jung started playing with his necklace.

"Doing wha-," he stopped short then quickly stood up, "PLEASE tell me you kept it in the bedroom."

Jungkook laughed and leaned away from Tae's hand as the older tried to smack him.

"Kook!"

"Yes," he finally answered while wiping the tears out of his eyes, "We kept it in the bedroom all weekend."

"Three days?!"

"Jimin didn't have work either."

"But three straight days fucking the life out of your little hybrid?"

"He's not a hybrid," Jung smacked his friend, "He's just trans, Tae. It's not a big deal."

"Didn't say it was a big deal," the older grumbled, "Just didn't want to use the word 'tranny' or anything."

"Oh...hybrid does sound a bit nicer, doesn't it?"

"If used with the right tone," Tae flicked the younger's head, "So...do you...guys just strictly do vag...or is he into-"

"He was a virgin our first time," Kook smirked, "Don't think he's ready for anal right now."

"Nuh-uh," Tae sat back down and leaned closer, "The hot piece of ass we went to school with was a virgin?"

"Yes," Kook chuckled, "Believe it or not and you could definitely tell he was."

"Oh, Kook," Tae dropped his head, "My heart."

The younger laughed a bit.

"So, how's sex without a condom?" He raised his head again, ready for all the details.

"Don't know. We still use condoms."

"Why?!"

"Because," Jung chuckled, "Jimin's got ovaries and junk and he doesn't want a baby right now."

"No," Tae drawled out, "You have to convince him."

"Not on that front. And I kind of agree with him. A baby is not something we're ready to take care of. Maybe a cat, but another human is out of the question."

"But have you thought about having a baby with him?"

The younger froze for a second then quickly scratched his elbow, "Since he told me he's a girl...yes, I knew it was a possibility and yes, I've entertained the idea before."

"Do you think it's a good idea?" Tae moved a bit closer.

"Like I said, not right now," Kook shrugged, "We need money and time and stability....we currently have none of that."

"But...you want to have a baby with him?"

The younger sighed, raking his bangs back from his eyes, "Yes...in the future, if we make it to our thirties together, yes."

"Oh, who are you?" Tae sighed, "Yesterday's playboy is today's dad joke."

"Hey, I think I'd be a good dad," Kook pouted.

"I think you'd get bored with the baby."

"What?!"

"You have a short attention span."

"That's not what Jimin said," the younger crossed his arms and they both stuck their tongues out.

After a few seconds, they ended up laughing at one another.

"Fuck you," Tae chuckled.

"Fuck you too."

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"Kookie," Jimin pouted as he slid into the taller's lap.

Like Kook had said, Jimin's bandages were gone; thrown somewhere in the bedroom. The older was in nothing but a purple pair of panties and a black Scare-Fest t-shirt he stole from Jungkook's closet.

"Yeah baby?" Kook slid his hands under the shirt to grab his boyfriend's hips.

"Let's go out together," the older placed his hands on the taller's shoulders.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"For a walk. Maybe down to the shops pass the pizza place on the corner."

"Okay," the younger nodded, "Sounds fun."

"Really?" Jimin smiled, fingers picking at a loose thread on Jungkook's shirt.

"Yeah," he nodded again, "Go get dressed, though. No one gets to see you like this except for me."

"Butthole," Jimin leaned in and pecked his lips before the older slipped away, carefully moving to the bedroom.

Kook sighed as he stood up, searching around the messy living room for his wallet.

He glanced at his reflection in the tv screen and sighed. He was a bit messy, but Jimin didn't seem to mind. Plus, the sloppiness of his attire along with Jimin's presence might ward off any unwanted attention.

A bouncy blonde hopped back into the room, stopping in front of the taller before grabbing his hand, "Ready?"

"Mhm," the younger smiled, "You sure you wanna wear my clothes? They're still baggy on you."

"Feed me and they'll fit me better," Jimin pouted.

Kook chuckled and led them to the door, "How about we get pizza on the way?"

"Okay, I'll pay," Jimin slipped his shoes on, using Jungkook to balance himself.

"No way, I'm your boyfriend," Kook protested, "I pay because it's a manly thing."

"Oh really," Jimin laughed, "But I'm your boyfriend so I think we've hit a brick wall."

"I dominate you," Jungkook muttered as he slid his shoes on and opened the door, "Jimins first."

The older rolled his eyes and ducked under the taller's arm as they left the apartment.

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After having a quick meal, Jimin dragged Jungkook down the sidewalk, looking into all the store windows where pretty clothes were displayed.

For a long time, Jimin just looked. Then, outside of a women's dress shop, he paused.

Kook stopped too, letting his eyes follow Jimin's gaze, "Hyung."

"Yeah?" Jimin turned back with a smile.

"What size do you wear?"

The shorter blushed, "It's been so long I don't even remember what I used to fit into."

"Do you like that one?"

Jimin turned back to the window and after a few seconds, he nodded.

Jimin had picked out a very simple, dark blue dress with mesh sleeves and a fluffy skirt. There was also a white collar on the neckline, adorned with two white buttons.

"Let's go try some on then," Jung took a step closer to the store.

"Jungkook," Jimin tugged against him, "Please...it's...I don't even look like a girl anymore, there's no way that'll look good on me."

"I think it will," Kook countered, "Now, we can walk inside or I can carry you."

Jimin pouted, blushing as he looked around them.

Thankfully no one was close enough to hear them yet.

"Kay," he nodded.

Kook smiled and grabbed the smaller's hand before he gently led him inside.

"Hello, welcome," a girl behind the register bowed to them, "How can I help you?"

"How much is that blue dress in the window?" Jung asked softly, holding Jimin's hand tighter as he hid behind the bigger male.

"What size are you looking for? Prices vary according to sizes."

"Oh, we don't know exactly," Kook frowned a bit.

"Well, I can pull some from the back for you and she can try them on," the woman smiled.

"Thanks, that'd be great."

"Cool," the girl laughed a bit before leaning over the counter and pointing towards he back of the store, "Dressing rooms are in the back corner and I'll bring the items to you when I get them."

"Okay, thank you," Jungkook nodded to her and he started to pull Jimin towards the back corner of the store.

They passed a few racks, then Jimin stopped.

Jungkook turned around and watched again as Jimin stared at a pretty shirt.
It had a floral print on the collar and the rolled up sections of the sleeves. The rest was an almost army jacket green color.

"Grab it and try it on," Jung wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist and laid his chin on his head.

"That's too pretty for me to wear."

"No, it's not," Kook left a small kiss against Jimin's temple, "You'll look beautiful, I promise."

Jungkook sifted though the sizes, then found one that looked like it would fit his lover's thick frame.

"Kookie," Jimin grabbed the shirt and smiled, "Thank you."

"I love you too," Kook started leading Jimin towards the dressing rooms again. Nothing else caught the older's eye. Everything in the store seemed to have an ocean theme, and while Jimin loved the beach, he didn't want a tank top with a big anchor on it.

"Here," Jung urged Jimin into one of the changing rooms, "Try that on and I'll hand you the dress I think'll fit when she gets here."

"Okay," Jimin blushed as he stared at the shirt. He popped up on his toes and kissed the taller's cheek before he disappeared behind the changing curtain.

Kook pulled out his phone and took a seat, texting Tae about the dress situation while he waited.

After a minute, the curtain pulled to the side and Jimin peeked out, "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not gonna laugh," Jung stood up and slipped his phone back in his pocket.

Jimin stepped out, hands over his chest as he looked to the floor.

Jungkook smiled at the sight, how Jimin bit his lip in anticipation and nervousness, "You look great, baby. You should definitely get that."

"Are you lying?" Jimin squinted at him, as if trying to gauge how big of a lie it was.

"Absolutely not," Jung pulled the smaller closer, "Although, I think it would look better with jeans rather than my old, baggy sweats."

"They're comfy," Jimin pouted, head tilting back a bit as his eyes stayed locked on the feather necklace on Jungkook's chest.

Light footsteps heading their way caused Jimin to duck back into dressing room and Kook turned towards the sound.

"Ah, there you are," the woman from earlier smiled, "Here are sizes six through twelve, if that still doesn't work let me know."

"Thanks," Kook took the dresses and started to examine them.

A six was definitely too small for Jimin, and a seven wasn't much better. The nine looked decent and the ten seemed like it would be a bit loose in the chest area.

"Here baby," Kook handed the nine into the changing room.

Jimin slowly took it from his fingers, causing the younger to chuckle.
"Tell me if you need help or something," Jung whispered, gaining a quiet response of "okay".

A couple minutes passed and Jungkook was getting a bit anxious.
Jimin was trying on a dress. He was gonna get to see Jimin in a dress. God, the smile; he wants to see the smile on Jimin's face.

The curtain pulled back in a quick flash and Jimin stood there; legs bare, in socked feet, with the pretty blue dress hugging his waist and flaring out around his thighs.

"What do you think?" Jimin swayed a bit, a small smile on his lips.

Kook looked up, "Do you like it?"

"I mean...it fits well and the color's pretty."

"You look beautiful," Jung stuffed his hands in his pockets, "How do you feel?"

Jimin paused, turning around to look in the mirror, "I feel...pretty."

Jung moved forward, wrapping his arms around the shorter's shoulders, "I'll buy this for you."

"No, Kookie," Jimin pouted, "You don't have to."

"I want to. Hopefully this can make up for all the times I never told you I love you."

"You always tell me that," Jimin leaned into the younger.

"I didn't when we were younger. Not even when I really wanted to."

"Kookie-"

"I think this would look good with your converse," Jung pointed to the discarded shoes in the dressing room.
Jimin shrugged, "Doesn't matter. You aren't wasting your money on clothes that you won't even wear."

"It's not a waste of money if it makes you feel beautiful."

A blush sprouted across Jimin's face, then he ducked into the changing room again.

Kook chuckled and stood to the side as Jimin changed.

A couple minutes later, Jimin came back out with both articles in hand. He glanced at Jungkook, then exhaled, "I'm embarrassed to buy them Kookie."

"Why? They look good on you," Jung pulled the smaller into a hug.

"Because," he pouted, "I feel like a boy, but I still wanna wear dresses and feel pretty."

"What's wrong with that?"

"You don't wear dresses, Jungkook. Boys don't wear dresses."

"Hyung," Kook smiled as he steered them towards the cash register, "Namjoon hyung wore a dress one time, and Jin hyung too. Hell, Tae wore a ladybug costume for halloween in middle school and I did his makeup."

"Really?" Jimin dropped his eyes to the carpet, "I bet Jin hyung looked pretty."

Kook chuckled and pulled Jimin's side to his own, "There's nothing wrong with a dress, on anyone. If you wanna wear it, wear it. That's why I have a lot of sweatpants."

Before Jimin knew it, he was toe to toe with the front desk and Jungkook was pulling the clothes from his hands.

He looked up to the woman standing there, expecting to see a disgusted look on her face. But she was yawning, covering her mouth and turning away before she apologized.

"It's fine," Kook assured her, grabbing Jimin's hand.

The shorter glanced down at their fingers, contrasting his ring-covered stubs to Jungkook's clear slender fingers.

He fazed out, feeling Jungkook move around, but their hands never parted.

"Have a nice day!," the girl said cheerily.

"You too," Kook nodded to her, taking the bag and pulling Jimin along.

Once they were outside, Jimin pouted, "Why did you pay for all that?"

"Well, the shirt you picked out had been marked down to ten dollars and the dress was only fifty. If sixty dollars was gonna break me I woulda said something."

"Thank you," Jimin grabbed the taller's arm.

"No problem," Kook leaned down and left a small kiss on the other's temple.

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A few more months passed. At this point, one could say Jimin and Jungkook were going steady. Their relationship was relatively smooth, as well. A few hiccups occurred after Jimin failed to tell Jungkook exactly where he learned to kiss so well. Other than that, they never had any problems.

Their friends were accepting of them. In fact, they were the most supportive people ever. Of course, only Tae knew Jimin's secret.

Yet Tae's short friend wanted to change that.

So, once meeting up with Jungkook after work, Jimin was sat on the younger's sofa.

For a while, he just watched Kook make their ramen, then he blurted, "I wanna tell the hyungs about me."

It didn't immediately register with Jungkook, but after a few seconds, he dropped a spoon to the floor.

"I think they deserve to know at this point."

"Yeah," the younger turned around, "They do...but I mean...are you sure you're ready for it?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I've been thinking about this for a while. I have a plan and everything."

"Really?"

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The following Saturday, Jungkook called all his hyungs to his apartment.

They all came, almost immediately since he lied and said he had beer.

Jimin was in the bedroom, calming his nerves, while Jungkook answered the door. His last friend entered and took a seat.

The youngest stood in front of all them, hands clasped together in front of himself.

"What's going on, Kook?" Ho Seok asked.

"Uh...Jimin has something he wants to tell you all. He wants you to close your eyes first though."

They all looked at their youngest friend weirdly, before, one by one, closing their eyes.

"Alright Jimin," Kook called, "You can come out."

"I thought he already came out," Joon muttered.

Jin slapped the younger and sighed, "Be serious."

Jungkook wrapped his arm around Jimin's shoulders as the smaller came to stand next to him.

"You can open," Jimin quietly said.
Ho Seok was the first to peek, then he gasped.

Jimin stood before them, dolled up in his blue dress Jungkook bought him.

Seok Jin covered his mouth, immediately understanding once Jimin blushed.

Joon stared, maybe a bit too much, but Jimin seemed so comfy whilst he was in such an uncomfortable place.

"So...you like wearing girl clothes?" Hobi raised an eyebrow, thinking back to what Jimin said about those red panties he'd spotted.

"No, numb-nuts!" Tae slapped the other's head.

"I'm a girl, hyung," Jimin bit his lip.

Yoon Gi seemed indifferent, a simple smile on his lips as he locked eyes with his friend.

"Jiminie," Ho Seok sprang to his feet and reached over the coffee table, "You're so cute!" He screeched and pinched the younger's cheeks.

"Hyung!" Jimin pouted.

"I'm sorry," Hobi pouted, "Ah, Jungkookie...he's so pretty. Where'd you get your dress?"

"Kookie bought it for me," Jimin smiled, placing his hand on Kook's chest and leaning into the younger.

"So sweet, Jungkookie," Ho Seok poked the youngest's cheek.

"You all took it rather well," Jimin laughed a bit.

"How did you expect us to act?" Joon complained playfully, "We aren't that heartless!"

"I didn't mean that!" Jimin whined, earning laughs from the older males.

"We know," Jin nodded, "We just love you no matter what."

Jimin's heart clenched at that and he buried his nose into Jungkook's ribs.

"I told you, hyung," Kook rubbed the smaller's back, "We all love you."

Jimin looked around at all their friends and smiled, "I love you guys too."