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Jeongguk is an absolute brat.
Jimin had told him so many times before to not go live in the middle of the night, to not drink on live, to go to sleep early. At first he was pleasantly surprised to see a Weverse pop up around 8 in the morning, thinking that finally he’d chosen a good time. But when he saw Jeongguk on his phone screen it became evident he hadn’t closed an eye yet.
Jimin tried to tell him, but Jeongguk just brushed it off, started asking him to do a live together. And Jimin does have a soft spot for him, always had it. He finds himself smiling at his phone screen just at how cheeky Jeongguk is.
On top of that, he’s doing this shirtless, clearly loving all the attention he gets for it, as he should. He has a nice body, Jimin won’t lie. So it doesn’t surprise him how the entire comment section begs him to show a little more. Surprises him even less how Jeongguk indulges.
“Can you handle it?”
brat. Lately he’s been so bold, so shameless. Jimin is quite impressed by it, feels his cheeks burn up a little when he watches Jeongguk grin so confidently.
“If it’s me, I can handle it.”
Jimin types back, watches how Jeongguk reads his comment and laughs. He probably hadn’t thought he would reply, smiling like that. Ah, Jimin’s cheeks hurt from smiling too.
Jeongguk keeps insisting to do a live together, uses every other excuse. Asks him to come over, says he’ll go over to his place and take his stuff to shower, says that they’re both bored in the morning. Keeps insisting with that grin, calling him Jimin-ssi.
And when he doesn’t reply Jeongguk just starts flexing. Honestly, Jimin cannot stand him.
“I’m not that easy.”
He types back, knows it sounds a little suggestive but it’s fun to flirt. No one ever died from a little flirting. Besides, Jeongguk’s girlfriend is out of town, she won’t see.
His comment gets deleted however, but Jeongguk laughs nonetheless. Fans in the comments keep saying they should go live together.
“Listen to ARMY ‘Jimin go play with Jungkook’”
Jeongguk says, trying to convince him to come over. Jimin is already packing and on his way to go, but he types an excuse, says he’s unpresentable right now.
He hopes Jeongguk will keep his live going for a while, wants to barge in in the middle of it and scold him in front of ARMY, tell him to sleep. So he’s in the car, phone thrown aside as he makes his way over there.
When he arrives he quietly opens Jeongguk’s door with his spare key, notices he’s not downstairs yet. So he prepares for the funny entrance, quietly tiptoes upstairs, then flings the door open.
Jeongguk doesn’t startle at all, only grins at him from the bed, showing his phone where he can see Jimin on his security camera.
Right, he forgot about that.
“I knew you’d come.”
Jeongguk says then throwing his phone aside. It seems he stopped the live too. Plan ruined. Jimin tuts and shakes his head, leans against Jeongguk’s doorframe.
“You’re unbelievable, going live like this.”
He says, to no avail because Jeongguk just grins sheepishly as he looks at his own body.
“Why? I can do what I want.”
“You haven’t slept. Go to sleep. I’ll see you after your interview.”
He’s about to leave as quick as he came but Jeongguk protests.
“Hyung, you just got here. I’ll turn the live back on!”
“No. Absolutely not. You’re shirtless and I’m in your room, it will reflect badly.”
Jeongguk snorts at that, like Jimin is absolutely out of his mind for saying that.
“I’m turning on live.”
“Jeongguk.”
He only gets a menacing grin as Jeongguk reaches for his phone and scrolls through it. Lately, he’s way too bold for Jimin’s liking. And another thing, he doesn’t listen. It gets on his nerves as much as he secretly likes it.
When he hears the sound for Weverse, Jimin knows it’s serious. So he makes his way over to Jeongguk quickly, trying to confiscate his phone.
“Don’t turn on live you idiot, at least put on a shirt.”
Jeongguk just laughs at him, loves playing tug of war with him. For some reason Jeongguk always likes to wrestle, maybe because he always wins. Jimin puts his knee on the bed, holds Jeongguk’s wrist tightly and wins the phone over, tosses it aside carelessly.
“Enough.”
It seems Jeongguk doesn’t really care much, because now he can wrestle him instead. A childish thing that Jimin absolutely isn’t going to-
He’s on his back.
Jeongguk grins as he holds him down, and Jimin is disoriented for a few seconds. Then he blinks and takes in a shirtless Jeongguk on top of him, playful big brown eyes looking into his own. Pretty.
Jimin can’t help but chuckle, turning his head away.
“Ah, seriously Jeongguk.”
“You said you didn’t want to do a live right now, so why did you come?”
“I wanted to scold you to go to sleep. And for being a brat.”
He says, wrestling himself out of Jeongguk’s grip and putting some space between them. Because even though they’re friends, Jimin also feels that tension that’s always there. They’ve fooled around a bit before, drunk kissed more than a few times, but that’s ages ago.
Jimin can’t forget about it. Jeongguk has probably forgotten it by now, maybe he doesn’t remember it even. They never talked about it. They were young and dumb anyway.
“You’re here because you’re bored too. You won’t let me sleep.”
“No, I’m going now.”
Jimin says, still laughing, trying to get off the bed but Jeongguk doesn’t let him, holds him back easily by wrapping his arm around his waist.
“Hyung. Do a live with me?”
That tension. When Jeongguk asks it like that, breath against his neck, body pressing against his. Jimin knows it’s accidental but it stirs something in him.
“No. Put a shirt on.”
“Why? You said you could handle it.”
Ah. Right.
Jimin turns around, Jeongguk has that look in his eyes, young and wild. it suits him. Jimin thinks he likes him like this, likes him a little too much lately.
Knows that that’s the real reason he’s here. He can’t resist Jeongguk. He wants to have more, and if Jeongguk indulges in his flirting he can barely get enough. Should really try to play more hard to get, but it’s difficult.
As Jimin is trying to come up with a good reply, Jeongguk finds his phone again, tries to start a live like the absolute idiot he is.
“Jeongguk stop, we’re in your bed, this looks weird.”
“You look fine.”
“We look weird.”
Jimin emphasises, but Jeongguk isn’t listening, why would he? He never does. Jimin groans as he reaches for the phone, which is exactly what Jeongguk wants. He’s just out to play wrestle, just wants to bring Jimin in these type of situations it seems.
It’s been like this lately.. Jeongguk is bold and hot. Jimin is kind of in love with him. It’s bad.
“Why do we look weird? We’re just in the same bed. You’re fully clothed.”
Jeongguk argues, easily taking the upper hand again and rolling on top of Jimin. Something tells him that Jeongguk doesn’t really care much about the live or his phone, he just wants to play around, wants to do anything but sleep.
“I might be fully clothed but a week ago you dropped a song about fucking someone every night and I’ve been with you for most nights after that song came out.”
“So what?”
That’s what he gets to every serious thing he says. jimin will give him reason and logic and Jeongguk will just say so what hyung? It has a nice ring to it, Jimin wishes he could be more like that.
Sadly, he’s the rational one.
“They’ll think you’re doing me.”
He spells it out for Jeongguk, though it was fairly obvious before that. Jeongguk only shrugs like it’s the least important thing.
“But I’m not.”
Well, he’s got a point.
Sadly.
“Your girlfriend might see it.”
He tries, a little uncomfortable with the idea she could see them like this. Jeongguk on top of him, pinning him down.
Platonically.
Jeongguk laughs then, like he’s saying something stupid.
“So what if she sees it? She knows we’re best friends.”
“Who kissed.”
It slips from his mouth. But Jeongguk for some reason saw it coming, only smirks at him as he leans closer. Jimin’s heartbeat picks up considerably.
“I could peck your lips-“ Jeongguk doesn’t give Jimin a heads up, just pecks his lips once, quickly, like it’s normal. “like that. And she wouldn’t look up. She wouldn’t bat an eye.”
Oh.
Jimin doesn’t know how to respond. He just lies there, eyes big, lips tingling from the second of action it had.
“Don’t act like I just blew your mind hyung.”
Jeongguk says, teasing him. But it’s true, Jimin can’t collect himself at all, hears his heartbeat in his ears.
“Here, I’ll do it again.”
Jeongguk casually leans in again, kisses his lips, even though it’s been years since they last did this, drunk. Now they’re sober. Jeongguk is kissing him sober. And he’s got a girlfriend too.
This is wrong.
But Jeongguk kisses him, pecks his lips a few times, absolutely unhinged. Jimin is frozen in place, can only concentrate on how soft Jeongguk’s lips feel, how they carelessly kiss him like it’s just another activity they do.
“Jeongguk-ah.”
He whispers, it’s supposed to be a warning but it doesn’t really come across. Especially because Jeongguk seems quite into it, pressing soft kisses on his lips repeatedly.
“Jeongguk-“
“I- I could just peck your lips like this. She wouldn’t care. So-“
Jeongguk says again, this time sounding a little less sure, but he still kisses him after. It seems like Jeongguk isn’t kissing him to make a point, more like he can’t help it, like his lips just get pulled magnetically towards Jimin’s.
It’s wrong, but Jimin can’t say anything about it because he’s been wanting to kiss Jeongguk again for ages now. So even though he knows he should turn his head away and laugh it off, he just lets Jeongguk press kisses on his lips, tries to control his laboured breathing.
“Hyung.. this is- this isn’t weird.”
Jeongguk tries again, but with every kiss his lips stay a little longer on his own. With every innocent little peck Jeongguk tilts his head a bit more, opens his lips just a little more.
“Right? Jimin-hyung?”
“Mmh.”
He agrees, though it is weird. He agrees because if he doesn’t Jeongguk would stop, and that’s definitely a no go.
They haven’t kissed in 5 years. They haven’t kissed since Jeongguk started seeing girls. And it isn’t like those kisses were spectacular. At least, they shouldn’t have been, but Jimin remembers them like yesterday. He’s always felt more for Jeongguk. He’s always been patiently waiting for the day Jeongguk gives into him.
Didn’t expect it to be like this. Jeongguk kissing him a little pathetically at 9 in the morning without having slept. Girlfriend out of town, pretending this is friendly banter between them.
The thing is, he wants to kiss back, but if he does he’ll be an accomplice. Then again, just letting Jeongguk peck his lips isn’t exactly opposing either. He’s too weak to say no, too into it to stop him.
“Hyung.”
“Yeah?”
Jeongguk breaks the one-sided kiss, looks at him like he’s unsure if this all fun and games.
“Why are you acting so serious? We’ve kissed before. My girlfriend kissed her best friend multiple times too, I don’t care.”
Jimin swallows, doesn’t know how to tell Jeongguk that lately he’s a little too into him for this to stay innocent. Also, Jeongguk knows he likes men, so why is he being so careless around him? Does he think that just because they’ve been in the same group for 10 years he can’t develop feelings for him?
He laughs softly then, to deflect, to take the edge off, and then shakes his head.
“Good for you and your girlfriend. I’m going home now.”
He says, trying to push Jeongguk off of him, but the guy won’t budge. He’s too fucking heavy for his own good, rippling muscles weighing him down. Jeongguk snorts at his futile attempts.
“Are you scared to kiss me?”
Jeongguk asks then, half-joking, half-serious. Jimin feels blood rush up his neck and he shakes his head.
“No. I just- we don’t have to. I don’t get why you want to kiss me right now.”
“It’s harmless, and fun.”
Fun? Kind of. Harmless.. not exactly.
Jeongguk pecks his lips again, looks into his eyes when he does it, challenging him.
“Come on, don’t be so dramatic hyung.”
Jimin sighs, rubs over his forehead because this is going nowhere. If he kisses Jeongguk he’ll feel bad, if he doesn’t kiss Jeongguk he’ll regret it painfully later on. He needs to get out of this situation.
“Your breath stinks.”
“Not true, I just brushed my teeth.”
“Get off of me.”
“Kiss me and I will.”
Jimin groans, Jeongguk chuckles on top of him like this is just a normal Wednesday for them.
“Come on, I know you liked kissing me back then. Can’t be that bad.”
No it’s the opposite. It’s that good. If he kisses Jeongguk now he’s sure he’ll be thinking about it for months, craving it again. He still reminisces those kisses from 5 years ago, they still make him hot, he can still feel Jeongguk’s tongue in his mouth, remember his perfume, hear his sighs of pleasure.
“I don’t want to kiss you.”
He says, trying to sound like he means it.
“Why not? You used to be quite eager to do it.”
Jeongguk says, carefree smile still on his lips.
“Well, you didn’t have a girlfriend back then, and on tour I had pent up frustration that needed an outlet. And so did you. Now, we’re just in your bed, as friends.”
“My girlfriend won’t care. And you seem quite frustrated right now.”
Jeongguk grins, and Jimin can’t prove him wrong because he is very frustrated. This entire situation is ridiculous.
“What happened to that I can handle it attitude of yours, hm?”
Jeongguk asks, tilts his head, raises an eyebrow.
That does it.
Jimin grabs Jeongguk by the back of his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. He’s careless with it, no soft calculative pecks, no testing the waters, he kisses him hard. Jeongguk gasps in surprise, and Jimin revels in it, hopes that he shuts up that mouth of his.
It’s almost as if they’re made for each other, lips slotting together perfectly, Jimin naturally leads, and Jeongguk pants and gasps as he follows. It’s all instinctive, the way he rolls them over, crawls on top of Jeongguk as he delves his tongue in his mouth.
Jeongguk moans into it, which really doesn’t help the situation. It just inflates Jimin’s ego as he sucks on Jeongguk’s tongue suggestively, then bites on his lower lip as he manoeuvres himself between Jeongguk’s legs. With one knee he gently pushes Jeongguk’s leg up a little, runs his hand over his stomach, up to his chest.
It shouldn’t escalate any further, but Jeongguk is doing a shit job at pretending he doesn’t like it. In fact, he’s doing the exact opposite, moaning prettily as he runs his hand down to Jimin’s ass, squeezing one of his cheeks in his hand.
And if Jeongguk can do that to him, he sees no problem with letting his hand run up his body and rubbing over one of his nipples.
“A-ah..”
For some reason that still isn’t a sign to stop for Jeongguk. He indulges, pulls Jimin closer by his ass and presses his thigh against his crotch. Right, this is what friends do.
Jimin licks over Jeongguk’s palate, twists his nipple between his index and thumb until it hardens, then he rubs little circles around the nub. It makes Jeongguk shiver, a sigh of pleasure falling from his lips.
Then Jeongguk cups his ass with both hands, and squeezes greedily, moaning into his mouth, back arching off the mattress slightly. It’s an amazing feeling to have Jeongguk so pliant underneath him, and it turns him on to no end.
It’s Jeongguk who crosses another line, pulling him closer and spreading his legs, pressing his crotch against his own. For a second Jimin can’t think of anything, frozen solid, except that he wants this so bad.
He’s half hard, but knows he shouldn’t grind down, they’ve never done that before. Well, it’s not like they’ve ever kissed quite like this either, they’re breaking a lot of rules. But it’s so tempting to just..
“Don’t stop.”
Jeongguk pants softly, making Jimin open his eyes and look at him properly. Jeongguk’s face is all flushed, eyes a little glazed over, pretty lips all swollen and pink and slightly wet.
Fuck.
“We- we shouldn’t be doing this. Your girlfriend-“
“She doesn’t touch me like this- please- feels so good with you.”
Ah fuck, Jeongguk shouldn’t say such things. Jimin’s ego is exploding, his heart is on fire. He pants softly, knows he shouldn’t ask but he can’t help it.
“Yeah? Better with me?”
Jeongguk’s breath hitches, cheeks turning pink as he nods.
Fuck. Jimin loves hearing that.
“Please don’t stop hyung- I need it-“
Jimin couldn’t stop if he wanted to. He goes in for another kiss, and Jeongguk is eager, opens his mouth a bit more for him, makes it a little more wet when he slides his tongue in his mouth, sucks on his lower lip vigorously.
“Ngh..”
They really shouldn’t be doing this.
Jeongguk slides one of his hands under the waistband of Jimin’s jeans, grabs his ass cheek a little more harshly, kneading the skin. Jimin can’t help but moan, which only spurs Jeongguk on.
He can feel it, Jeongguk moving slightly. As if he’s repositioning, trying to make it seem like he’s not doing this on purpose, like he’s not grinding against him on purpose.
Jimin feels a shiver run down his spine as he feels Jeongguk’s bulge brush agains his own. His mouth waters as he feels that Jeongguk is hard. He’s hard and he’s grinding against him, pretending that he isn’t.
Shit.
He breaks the kiss, eyes wide when he looks at Jeongguk, who is shaking his head in defence even though Jimin hasn’t said a word.
“Hyung- it’s.. it’s not- it’s nothing. We’re fully clothed, it’s just..”
Just..
Jeongguk’s pupils are blown wide, and he’s panting prettily as he waits for Jimin’s approval.
“Just what?”
He asks, as though he’s the responsible one out of the two of them, as though he hasn’t spurred Jeongguk on to bring them into this situation.
“Just.. just harmless fun. It’s just.. it feels good.”
Jeongguk pants, trying to reconnect their lips, but Jimin holds back a bit, wants to look at Jeongguk as he grinds against him once. His cock twitches in his pants, a nice warm feeling spreads in his gut, urging him to do it again, to chase that heat.
“F-Fuck. Just like that.”
Jeongguk breathes out, squeezing his ass as he grinds back up against him. Jimin is sure he can feel it too. Right? Jeongguk must be able to feel that they’re both hard, they’re rubbing their cocks against each other with a layer of fabric in between as a ridiculous excuse.
But Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be thinking at all, his eyes can barely stay open as he keeps grinding against him, moaning almost rhythmically. And he keeps pulling Jimin down to meet his thrusts, not even seeming to care if he agrees or not.
It’s hot. Jimin feels every little thrust, feels his cock being stimulated as he watches Jeongguk lose himself in the feeling. He wants to fuck him, really. Can’t think of anything else right now.
So he goes along with it, grinds against Jeongguk as if it’s just harmless fun they’re having, makes sure to drag his cock over Jeongguk’s, bottom to top, every time, over and over. Until both of them get sweaty, and the bed starts creaking a little bit.
“Uh- fuck- hyung.. you can- we can- you can grind a bit harder.”
Fuck.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah- yeah, it’s nothing.”
Jeongguk insists, as though he isn’t chasing his orgasm right now. But Jimin is past caring, he’s just as far gone, and he wants to come as well. So he runs his hand along the underside of Jeongguk‘s thigh and tilts his leg up a little as he grinds down on him harder.
“Ah- fuck.”
Jimin lives for the way Jeongguk moans, loves how his eyebrows furrow a bit and his mouth hangs open when he grinds against him just right. His own cock is leaking a little bit, head all sensitive everytime he grinds down.
“Hyung- fuck, faster.”
“Mmh.”
He complies, couldn’t deny Jeongguk a single thing. He grinds against him like he’s fucking him, watches the way Jeongguk’s chest flushes red, the way his eyes roll back a little.
“Fuck- Jimin- I wanna come, wanna come so bad, please.”
God fuck.
Harmless fun. This is supposed to be harmless fun.
Jimin blushes profusely as he leans in and captures Jeongguk’s lips in another kiss, squeezing in the back of his thigh as he keeps up the pace. He feels how Jeongguk is rutting against him hard and without any rhythm, trying to come. It’s so fucking hot, having Jeongguk all pliant, begging to come.
“Gonna come in your pants?”
“Yeah- fuck- yeah.”
“That desperate?”
“Yeah- ‘m so fucking horny-“
Jeongguk pants, sliding his hand in Jimin’s underwear now, grabbing his ass cheek without any fabric in between, squeezing it hard.
“Fuck- so fucking soft.”
Jeongguk slides his other hand in there as well, grabbing both ass cheeks as he ruts against him.
Jimin moans, loves the praise. He’s always liked it when Jeongguk grabbed his ass, so uncontrolled, like the younger just can’t help it.
“Mmh fuck- she never lets me-“
Jeongguk cuts himself off from saying it, instead he grabs handfuls of Jimin’s ass, kneading it, index finger dipping into his crack.
Jimin’s breath hitches, hips halting as he feels Jeongguk rub his finger over his crack, just an inch away from his rim, but Jimin can tell that Jeongguk is trying to get there.
They make eye contact, and Jeongguk looks so fucking gone.
“Never lets you what?”
Jimin pants, his cock throbbing as he resumes the pace, wishing they weren’t wearing any clothes, that he could feel Jeongguk’s cock slide against his own, hard and wet, on the verge of his orgasm.
Jeongguk bites on his lower lip as he slides his finger down to Jimin’s rim, gasping when he feels it. Jimin gasps too, body going a little slack as Jeongguk rubs circles around it.
“Never lets me touch her there.”
Jeongguk breathes out, rubbing over the ring of muscle, playing with it relentlessly.
Jimin can’t talk anymore, he just moans a little brokenly as he lets it happen.
“Jeongguk I- I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck, you like being touched there?”
He nods, pressing wet kisses along Jeongguk’s neck to distract himself from the way Jeongguk is putting pressure on his rim, trying to put his finger inside.
“Hyung- fuck, feels so good-“
“Mmh.”
Jimin finds his lips again, kisses him the best he can with his jaw going slack, desperately grinding against Jeongguk, heat accumulating in the pit of his stomach. All his secret folders open up, the ones where he’s fucking Jeongguk, where Jeongguk is fucking him, where they’re a naked mess lost in each other.
“Ah- fuck- ahh fuck I want to fuck you so bad.”
It just spills from his mouth, and Jeongguk seems to like it if the loud moan is anything to go by. His hips snap up even harder, finger slipping inside of his hole slowly.
“Fuck hyung- I- I wanna fuck you too.”
Jimin’s eyes roll back as he hears that, pleasure pulling tight in his stomach, muscles contracting, clenching around Jeongguk’s finger as he feels his sensitive cock twitch with every thrust until he comes with a loud moan.
It’s all white hot pleasure running through his body as he convulses against Jeongguk, holding onto him as he shoots his load into his underwear, feels it getting sticky.
Jeongguk comes right after, loud string of moans filling the room as he throws his head back into the pillow, thrusting up irregularly, burying his finger deep inside of Jimin.
It’s a fucking crime how good it feels. Jimin can’t believe no other orgasm in his life has felt as good as this. Coming in his fucking pants at age 28.
He’s still high on it as Jeongguk pulls him close by the back of his neck and kisses him again. His finger slowly pulls out of him, and Jeongguk turns them on their sides, pulling Jimin’s leg around his hip.
The kiss is long and feels overdue. Jimin has wanted it for ages. He aches as Jeongguk opens his mouth for him and lets him in, finally. He takes all he wants, all he needs, fists his hands in Jeongguk’s hair and holds him close. Jeongguk sighs into it, pleased, runs his hand up Jimin’s back, pulls him closer.
It’s only when they break the kiss that reality catches up to Jimin.
They just made each other come. Jeongguk’s finger was up his ass, dry. They both admitted they wanted to fuck each other. They’re best friends and colleagues. Jeongguk still has a girlfriend.
This is the worst mistake he’s ever made.