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Taehyung had felt Jungkook watching him all night. He had actually been watching him for days, for weeks even, and it was making his skin itch between his shoulder blades. He didn’t know when their relationship had changed. They’d been best friends, true pals, doing everything together, even hugging and holding hands, because they were brothers really. He knew fans shipped them, and he didn’t care. He just ignored all that crap. Let them call it a bromance if they wanted; he and Jungkook had been tight.
Then, one day the hand he was holding had tightened and everything was different. He had glanced at Jungkook to see what was up, and noticed he had a strange expression; his eyes were dark and the lids hung lower than usual. “Hey, what’s wrong, Maknae? You look a little off over there.”
Jungkook had taken a quick breath and seemed to shake himself. He laughed a little, “No big,” he said. “Just thinking.”
“Well, if you need anything, I’m right here,” Taehyung said, and smiled.
Jungkook gave him a funny look. “Did you ever think,” he asked in a small voice, “that we might be more than friends?”
“Course we are. We brothers. Family. You’re my best friend, man.” Jungkook looked disappointed at this answer. He didn’t speak for a while, different emotions flitting across his face.
“Hey, I think they’re calling for dinner,” Taehyung said. They stood up to leave, and suddenly Taehyung was thrown against the wall, and Jungkook’s mouth was covering his, his hands cupping his cheeks.
“The fuck!” Taehyung yelled as he pushed Jungkook off of him. They stood glaring at each other, Taehyung reaching up to wipe the spit off his face. Jungkook was defensive. “I just had to be sure,” he said. Jungkook thought Taehyung would punch him, but instead he just looked disgusted and stalked away.
Jungkook didn’t come into dinner that night. Jimin went in to check on him, and saw the tears that stained his cheeks as he slept. Jimin stood over Jungkook for a moment, and smoothed his sticky hair back, a look of tenderness stealing across his face. Jungkook muttered “Taehyung” in his sleep and thrashed a bit as he turned over. Jimin’s face darkened with pain and his fists clenched until the nails cut into his hands. He seemed to relax after a moment, and carefully pulled the blanket up over Jungkook’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Go to sleep,” he murmured, again smoothing Jungkook’s brow. Jungkook took a deep breath, and his body slipped deeper into sleep. He looked almost peaceful. Jimin smiled a little and closed the door quietly as he left.
Weeks went by. Jimin watched Jungkook watching Taehyung. Taehyung meanwhile hung very close to Suga, who would throw an arm around him protectively when Jungkook was too close. Jungkook was acting like a three-year-old throwing a tantrum. He was doing everything to get Taehyung’s attention. He would bump into him, hard, like it was an accident, pushing Taehyung away from everyone else, and then throw an arm over him like they used to do. But, Taehyung would escape and put another boy in between them.
Jungkook tried singing just a little louder and dancing just a little harder, but Taehyung would just turn his head away and look somewhere else. It was on-stage that he couldn’t escape. Jungkook would dance into Taehyung’s dance space, and make everyone jockey around for him. For a moment, he’d be close to his boy, and sometimes Taehyung would forget that they weren’t best friends any more, and reach out to clasp his shoulder or pat his butt. Jungkook lived for these moments.
He was getting more desperate, though. Taehyung wouldn’t talk to him. The boys of Bangtan knew something was up, since these guys used to be inseparable. Jimin was somehow always there, watching and waiting, hating how Taehyung treated Jungkook, and yet so happy that he would have his chance now.
J-hope wasn’t too far off, either, sending hopeful glances toward Jimin and jumping up when there was horseplay going on to always end up standing next to Jimin. So, the jostling around between these 4 boys which always started as fun, was starting to have an edge to it that wasn’t there before.
Then, Jungkook tried something new on stage. He went up behind Taehyung and Jimin, pretended to yawn, and pushed them apart with his arms. Taehyung didn’t even look at him, just stepped closer to Suga, and Suga tightened an arm around him. Jungkook didn’t have to ask to know that if he tried anything else that shit was going to go down.
Jimin smiled for the audience, trying to play along, but he saw the hurt on Jungkook’s face as he crept away and went to stand at the end of the line. J-hope threw an arm around Jungkook, glancing over at Taehyung then back out to the audience as he smiled his signature 100 watt smile. He patted Jungkook on the chest, hoping he knew it was okay. Jungkook tried to throw himself back into the performance, but his heart was breaking. Taehyung stole a glance at him, looking almost sorry, but went back to playing with the audience, his face a little sad.
Jungkook was pitiful. He didn’t try to get close to Taehung anymore. He just slunk around like a shadow, arms crossed over his chest trying to keep his heart from shattering out of his chest. He smiled for the camera, but his face could keep no secrets, and the tears that were always threatening to fall would fill up his eyes and he would look away.
Jimin started patting him on the back or throwing an arm over him whenever they were together. If Taehyung happened to move closer to Jungkook, Jimin was there to push him back away again and smile in a besotted way at Jungkook. J-hope saw the way this was going, and he became more desperate, too, throwing himself at Jimin for a dance or horseplay, acting for the crowd like he was the lover he hoped to be. Jimin, who was so full of love for everyone, couldn’t help but smile at him and dance with him, but he tried to keep his space so that J-hope didn’t come to think too much of it.
Taehyung saw Jimin and Jungkook getting closer together, and found he was a little jealous too, not as pleased as he should be that his best friend had let him go and was moving on. Taehyung played it up a bit, smiling bewitchingly at Jungkook when he walked by him, buzzing around him like a bee around a flower, trying to get Jungkook’s attention again. But, he found Jungkook was ignoring him, now. And, Jimin was always there to stand in between them. So, Taehyung let it go.
Jungkook spent a lot of time with Jimin, whom he had essentially ignored for the last year, but was now so warm and comforting, and so useful for smiling away his pains. He slowly forgot how much he had wanted to hold Taeyhung, how beautiful and tempting his lips were. He was just another boy in the group now, and the small ache in his heart when he saw him could be ignored. It seemed the new group was Jungkook, Jimin and J-hope, and when they would throw a dance together, Taehyung would jump in and they would rock the house.
Bangtan was fun again. The house breathed a sigh of relief.
But, Jimin hadn’t forgotten. He stepped up his game, the goal in sight now: Jungkook could be his! He flirted unceasingly, smiling and giving compliments, which Jungkook soaked up like a sponge. He told Jungkook how cute he was, how he made his heart flutter when he sang.
And Jungkook was starting to notice him too, and not just the shoulder that he had leaned on for the last several months. He liked Jimin’s smile and his laugh, and he couldn’t stop the small thrill when he watched Jimin dance. He even liked that Jimin was so tough and strong onstage, and so soft and vulnerable offstage. He found himself wanting to touch him, wanting to claim him. But, he was nervous, his rejection by Taeyhung was still fresh, and he didn’t want to lose another friend.
The Bangtan Boys weren’t stupid. They all lived together in a small space. It was impossible to miss the little secret looks Jimin and Jungkook would give each other, the whispering and the bumping of shoulders. Jimin and Jungkook had started to hang on each other a lot, always an arm here or there, and they would cut others off who tried to get close to them. J-hope was the sorrowful third wheel left behind. He would watch with sad eyes, his beautiful smile wiped off his face, and wonder if it was ever going to be his turn.
Jungkook was not a shy boy, generally. He found he was more shy around Jimin, but at the same time, his need to own Jimin was gradually burning his brain into a fever. He had trouble thinking of anything when Jimin was around, except grinding into those well-muscled hips, making him sweat just for him, making him call his name.
He didn’t want Jimin being so affectionate with the other boys anymore. And, he wanted to claim him, to mark him, so they all knew he belonged to him.
Jungkook came home early from an after-party one night, saying he didn’t feel well and needed the rest. Jimin came with him, so he wouldn’t be alone. They got to the dark house and Jimin unlocked the door. “Do you want me to make you some ramyun?” he asked Jungkook.
Jungkook barely looked up at him, feeling shy in the quiet house. “No, I’m fine.” He brushed past Jimin in his hurry to get inside, and found his ass sliding temptingly over the front of Jimin’s pants. Jungkook gulped and headed for the bathroom. “I’ll just take a shower,” he said.
The sound of the water hitting the floor echoed through the empty house. Jimin went into the kitchen, deciding to make ramyun for himself at least. He looked through the fridge to find bits of this and that, knowing that when Jungkook came out, he was probably going to eat it anyway.
The water shut off just as Jimin was turning off the stove. After a few minutes, the smell drove Jungkook into the room, and he was poking at the noodles with chopsticks before Jimin could get it into bowls. “Hey, finish drying off,” he said, and grabbed Jungkook’s towel off his shoulders. Jimin pulled Jungkook over to stand in front of him, and started rubbing at his hair vigorously.
Jimin couldn’t help but notice the streams of water that slicked down the muscles in Jungkook’s back and down to the top of his sweatpants. The pants were a little damp for having been thrown on so quickly, and the fabric glued itself to the curves of Jungkook’s ass and thighs. Oh my God, his thighs. Jimin took a deep breath and let it out slowly, concentrating on drying Jungkook’s hair.
Jungkook took a step back, seemingly by accident, and his ass rubbed against Jimin’s dick again. “Okay, you’re done,” said Jimin. He threw the towel in a corner and went to grab more chopsticks, walking a little to the side so Jungkook wouldn’t see his erection.
Jungkook gave him a hooded look but gladly sat down at the table and started eating the noodles from the pan along with Jimin. “This is good,” he said. “Eat well.”
“Yah, you too,” Jimin said, avoiding his eyes. They ate in silence, the dripping from the shower filling the room. As soon as he could, Jimin was up and clearing the dishes. “I’ll just go…” Jungkook trailed off a little breathlessly, pointing his thumb toward the TV. “Yah, I’ll just do this…” Jimin sidled over to the sink. He threw the dishes into the soapy water a little too hard, and the water splashed out onto his pants. Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the erection that was revealed there.
Jimin looked up at Jungkook and noticed where his eyes were. He caught his breath and froze. In a moment, Jungkook was pressed up against him, dick pressed to dick, his arm around Jimin’s shoulder, his breath warm on his cheek. “It’s like that, is it?” he breathed into Jimin’s ear.
Jungkook pressed his lips to Jimin’s cheek, then trailed kisses over to his full, trembling lips. He ran his tongue over them and caught Jimin’s lower lip gently, sucking it between his teeth. Jimin was still standing frozen, breath caught in his throat, unable to move or speak. Jungkook nibbled the side of his mouth, then continued biting down Jimin’s neck to where a slow flush was rising. His hands pushed Jimin’s shirt up and over his head, and Jimin seemed relieved to see his shirt off and then to grab Jungkook’s head while Jungkook gently nibbled at one exposed nipple. “Yesss,” he breathed.
Jungkook pulled the nipple deeper into his mouth, biting at the flesh all around it, bruising the skin painfully, but Jimin just sighed happily. Jungkook paused and looked up at him.
Jimin was watching him with surrender all over his face, his lips quivering, his eyes dark. In fact, his whole body was shaking. “This is my first time,” he said to Jimin. “Mine, too,” Jimin said. They shared a long look of pleasure at this, then Jungkook’s need to dominate overcame him again. He crushed Jimin to him in a hug, and devoured his mouth, bending him back over the sink. Jimin’s hands clenched and unclenched at his back, then slid over to rub Jungkook’s erection. Jungkook inhaled and looked piercingly at Jimin again before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. “Just in case they get home before I’m done with you,” he said. Jimin followed him in a daze, not believing his luck.
They were quickly in the room, and Jungkook had him pressed to the door even as it closed, riding their dicks together. Jungkook leaned down and chewed on Jimin's lips, then turned him around and bit his neck. “Ahhh,” Jimin moaned into the door as Jungkook marked his skin with bruises, and rode his dick on his ass.
They both became frantic. Jungkook pushed Jimin’s head down, so he was holding onto his knees, and slid his pants down to expose his white ass. He clenched at the skin, nails scratching welts, and he pulled his own pants down to rub his erection between Jimin’s cheeks.
Jimin’s face was red and sweaty. He bucked back over and over again as Jungkook slid his erection over the top of his hole. He wanted something, but didn’t know how to get it. Then, he could feel Jungkook’s tip pressing against his hole, but something was wrong; the pain of it was wrong. “Wait,” he panted, “Isn’t there supposed to be more to this?”
Jungkook stopped, also panting. “More?” “Yah, more, you know, to make it easier.” Jungkook thought for a moment. “Lay on the bed,” he said. He kicked his pants off and disappeared for a moment into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a jar of vapo-rub in his hand. “This is all we’ve got,” he said.
“It’ll work.” It was said as a statement, but came out like a question. Jimin looked uncertain. Jungkook pushed him back on the bed, “It’ll be fine,” he said. He kicked Jimin's pants over with his and smeared some rub onto his fingers. He pushed Jimin back on the bed, facing him. “It’ll be fine,” he said again, as he pushed his two fingers into Jimin’s hole. “Ahhh, it burns!” Jimin shouted, almost jumping off the bed. Jungkook continued to push his fingers in and out of Jimin’s hole, adding a finger, and then another. Jimin couldn’t help but ride those fingers, even as the burning had tears running down his cheeks.
Jungkook stopped then, and replaced his fingers with his dick, pushing slowly inside of Jimin. “Ahhhh,” Jimin whimpered, but couldn’t focus on the new pain for the burning that was heating up his insides. Tears continued to leak from his eyes as Jungkook took a quick breath and pushed harder, slowly riding him up to the hilt.
Jungkook’s face was effused with pleasure and pain, the burning from the vapo-rub branding the his dick. He bent over to grab Jimin’s hips and start pumping in and out of him. Jimin’s hands fisted in the blankets over his head and after a moment, Jungkook leaned over and pinned him to the bed, fucking him harder and riding him for all he was worth.
The burning mixed with the pleasure in Jimin’s head and he jumped when Jungkook found his prostate. “Aahhh,” he groaned loudly. Jungkook kept at the same angle, driving into him over and over. He looked at his beautiful Jimin, lying with his head back, mouth open, enraptured by the feelings consuming his body.
Jungkook grabbed Jimin by the neck, hauling him up for a rough kiss. He turned and sat on the bed, bringing Jimin with him, so that Jimin was straddling him, dick still inside of him. “I want to see you,” he said. “I want to kiss you.”
Jimin’s smile was blinding. He wiggled a little on Jungkook’s dick and leaned forward to kiss him, tongue sliding over tongue, then running big wet kisses down his neck. “Jimin, ride me, baby,” croaked Jungkook.
Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s shoulders and started riding up and down on his wet penis, giving a little “ooh” or “ahh” when his pressure point would be hit.
Jungkook reached his hand forward and started stroking Jimin’s penis, making him buck just a little more. It only took a few more minutes; they were both too new and raw, and the burning of the vapo-rub was driving them crazy. Jungkook gave a cry and threw his head back. Jimin cried, “aahhh” and melted over the top of him, and after a few more wiggles, they both sat breathing in great gulps, covered in sticky wetness.
Jimin looked at Jungkook with tear-filled eyes.
“Jungkook, I think I love you,” Jimin said, and smiled happily.
Jungkook smiled back at him, staring into his eyes for a few moments. “I think I love you too,” he said shyly.
“Let’s go take a shower, okay?”
“Yah, okay,” Jimin replied. “Could we maybe buy some Vaseline or something later?”
“Yah, let's not do that again,” Jungkook heartily agreed, and they both giggled as they walked to the bathroom.