"You're gonna be okay alone, hyung?" Jungkook looks at Jimin who is currently sitting at their table, eating cereal without paying too much attention to the other boy.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jimin looks up from his bowl and forces a small smile which doesn't reach his eyes. You're barely here anyway.
"I don't know, you just seem sad today." Jungkook bites his lip a bit worriedly, pressing the handle of the front door hesitantly. "Maybe you want me to stay with you?"
"I'm okay, Jungkook, just tired." Of course I want you to stay with me. "I'll probably just gonna go to bed earlier. Have fun at your date." Jimin tries to say cheerfully, hoping that the younger boy won't notice the grimace that wants to appear on his face. He stands up and goes to his room, waving at Jungkook slightly dismissively.
"If you say so…" Jungkook sighs and opens the door. "I'll see you later then." He adds quietly, painfully aware that Jimin won't hear or answer him anyway.
It's never fun when I'm not with you.
Jimin rubs his eyes filled with tears. He lets out a sad sigh and rolls onto his side, staring blankly at the wall. The apartment is awfully quiet, Jungkook left a few hours ago and won't be back till the late night or early morning. Jimin lies on the bed, not having strength to leave his room even for a second. He can't stop thinking about the younger boy who's currently probably grinding against some stupid twink in a club. Jimin lets out a pathetic whimper, images of Jungkook's muscular body dripping with sweat filling his mind. He wishes he was the one to pull Jungkook close to himself, chests pressed together and their lips left without any space between them. He curses at the familiar feeling in his pants, hand slowly wandering lower and lower till it reaches his shorts. Jimin closes his eyes and palms himself a little, trying to relieve some pressure. He knows it's not enough though so he takes out his cock and squeezes it with a trembling hand, imagination going wild with fantasies which can never be fulfilled. Jungkook caressing his back and sides, hands grabbing his ass with a firm move, making Jimin let out a lewd moan.
"J-Jungkook…" Jimin sighs loudly, hand moving rapidly, pleasure spreading throughout his body. He knows that Jungkook would never want him but it doesn't stop him from imagining that he's the one touching Jimin, instead of touching someone else like he probably is right now. Jimin shakes his head, trying not to think about it anymore. He speeds up the movement of his hand till he comes with a moan of his friend's name on his lips. Deciding to just take a shower later, he wraps himself in a duvet, making a safe cocoon. He closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep but can't get rid of the painful feeling spreading throughout his chest, knowing that Jungkook isn't here with him. Jimin doesn't understand why it still hurts so much, Jungkook is out most of the nights anyway. He can't even remember when was the last time they properly talked or spend some quality time together and he can't stop blaming himself for being the reason for this kind of situation.
Did I really have to fall in love with my friend?