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Jungkook unlocks the door to the apartment; revelling in the warmth that home brings as he toes off his shoes and puts his coat in the closet.

 The backpack on his shoulder doesn’t linger for long as he tosses it to a random corner to be forgotten for the rest of his time off.

 As he does so, he spots Jimin’s very naked body half covered by a blanket, asleep on the couch. He rolls his eyes, a small smile making its way to his face at the sight of the older man in such a pristine yet comical state.

 Jungkook takes a second to admire Jimin, crouching by his side to see him better. The elder’s neck, shoulders and chest are all littered with love bites from his previous engagement but Jungkook isn’t the least bit bothered by it. Yoongi’s never been the subtle type.

“Real smooth, Yoongi” he says to no one in particular, Jimin still doesn’t stir from his sleep.

 The older man has an arm hanging off the edge, his fingers planted on the floor while the other was draped across his stomach. Jungkook can’t help but let his eyes linger over Jimin’s mouth, lips as pink and soft as they’ve always been.  

 When the spell breaks, his eyes travel lower to appreciate Jimin’s minor obsession with the gym. His core almost as toned as Jungkook’s but not overdone, a V-line just barely there and that’s when Jungkook’s mind processes the possibility that Yoongi may have just left hours ago.

 Jimin was still naked underneath that blanket.

 A blush creeps onto Jungkook’s face, an inked hand rising to try and tame the warmth. He hates how flustered he still gets at the beginning thoughts of lewd activity. He’s not a child anymore.

 With a sigh, he approaches Jimin, carefully manoeuvring his arms underneath the elder’s shoulder blades and bends of his knees; not bothering to remove the blanket to make things easier. At least that’s what Jungkook tries to tell himself, rather than him just not knowing what to do or how to feel with Jimin’s dick so close to his face in this state.

 Jungkook carries him like that to the bedroom, the smaller man stirring slightly but not so much as to wake up.

 Jesus, how many times did Yoongi go at it?

 Deciding not to care considering the fact that he’s going to have a field day himself, Jungkook gently sets Jimin down onto the unmade bed, the elder immediately relishing in the large space and turning onto is stomach.

 Jungkook leaves to wet a cloth with warm water and soap so he can care for the elder, he finds his boyfriend in the exact same position as when he left.

 He rolls his eyes and laughs slightly; funny how he gets called lazy all the time by the latter but when it comes to sleep, Jimin’s like the dead.

 Jungkook seats himself by Jimin’s side, going to work at cleaning the elder. Aftercare is a rule, they all know to do aftercare after fun times so Jungkook doesn’t doubt that Yoongi’s cared for Jimin much earlier but he figures that another wipe down wouldn’t be too bad.

 He’s just gotten to work on Jimin’s inner thighs when the elder squirms slightly, murmuring Jungkook’s name in his sleep.

 Another blush makes its way to Jungkook’s face, spreading to the tips of his ears as well as his neck.

 Fuck, what’s he being so cute for?

 With a small laugh, Jungkook bends to plant a soft kiss on the swell of Jimin’s plump ass before continuing down his leg. As he makes his way back up Sleeping Beauty’s body, he litters butterfly kisses on the expanse of skin as he goes—Jimin calling for him once again in his sleep talk.

 The idea of Jimin dreaming of him starts to filter into his mind as he finishes cleaning the elder. Jungkook sits there, unmoving, watching Jimin pull a stray pillow closer to him to clutch onto.

 Jungkook’s eyes revisit the skin of Jimin’s back, also slightly muddled with bruises and scratches from his previous lover. Before he realises it, Jungkook’s taken his bottom lip between his teeth to chew, eyes travelling to the dimples in Jimin’s back to the swell of his ass once more.

 A hand reaches out gently to feel over it. Jimin’s always been one to care for his body much more than any of them; his skin is softer, he’s plush in places where it counts and Jungkook can’t help but wonder if he works for this on purpose.

 Jimin knows he’s pretty, he’s fucking gorgeous and he knows it. When they’re in public, at some point Jimin will literally be hanging off Jungkook’s arm like he’s showcasing himself.

 Jungkook isn’t blind; he can be dense sometimes but less likely blind. He sees the amount of people who can’t take their eyes off Jimin and him, almost mesmerised by them. The younger never degrades Jimin unless he asks (and unless that’s how the mood is set) but he thinks of how Jimin designs himself as their trophy.

 As if he wanted to mock people on Jungkook’s behalf and say “He’s got the most desirable lover around, and you don’t”

 He chuckles at the thought.

 Once again his mind is brought down to earth by Jimin squirming in his sleep, raising his ass into Jungkook’s hand as if he were asking for more.

 Jungkook rolls his eyes fondly, trying not to salivate at the eager display.

 He really tries to keep his other hand by his side, he really does.

 Jungkook fails.

 He shifts in his seat, the onset of a hard-on gradually tenting in his slacks as he faces Jimin better. A hand a cheek, Jungkook gives in to the temptation to squeeze and knead at the supple flesh.

 “Fuck, Mimi” he sighs, relishing in the softness “the things you do to me”

 The sleeping elder shifts again, his head facing the direction opposite the sunlight bleeding through the curtains. Jungkook climbs onto the bed, straddling the back of Jimin’s thighs as he continues massaging, trying not to salivate at the endless amount of times Jimin’s tightness made him feel so good.

 The bulge in his pants starts growing uncomfortable, making Jungkook pause and undo the fasten that holds his garments together. He pulls his length out of the confines of his boxers, precum already beading at the tip and giving Jungkook a small form of lubrication as he pumps himself.

 Jimin is still asleep, the sound of Jungkook’s panting fading into the corners of the room intertwined with Jimin’s soft even breathing.

 He makes a soft mewling sound, sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine without even knowing it.

 Jungkook continues pumping, beginning to rub himself between Jimin’s cheeks. He groans a low “Oh fuck” as he does, progressively pressing harder into the gap until he’s pressed up and rubbing against Jimin’s rim.

 He throws his head back. Fuck that feels so good.

 Jungkook doesn’t take long to find a mouth-watering rhythm, a fair amount of ass squeezed between his hands once more, holding it against himself.

 “Mimi” Jungkook pants, absolutely in love with Jimin’s ethereally peaceful state and the softness of his body “you feel so good, Mimi, so fucking good.”

 Jimin still doesn’t stir from his sleep, a small whine emitting from him but still blissfully unconscious and wonderfully unaware of the circumstances.

 Jungkook tries to control and even out his breathing as his mind drifts to the fact that this is wrong, his hyung is asleep. But before he can even decide to stop and beat himself up, he hears Jimin’s voice in his head, that one conversation where they explore more kinks.

“Have you heard of Somnophilia?” Jimin had said, eyes wide and sparkling with curiosity.

 Jungkook pauses, eyes flickering up to his hyung across the table. “Somnophilia?”

 Jimin’s smile stretches as he nods eagerly “Mhm! Well, it’s not the official name for what I want to talk about but it’s pretty close and heavily related regardless”

 Jungkook still doesn’t move, not sure how to react to this foreign topic but also practically on the edge of his seat for what Jimin is going to say next.

 The elder shifts in his seat, eyes still beaming as he goes. “Okay well, Somnophilia is more what of what you would feel as a top rather than I as a bottom because it’s the urge or desire to have sex of any kind with someone who’s asleep because you get turned on by the fact that they’re asleep and inattentive  but it’s not always like violent and whatever because it can be consensual but what I’m more into is getting fucked while I’m asleep but there’s no official name for that yet so...”

 He looks at Jungkook expectantly, only now turning bashful as his cheeks redden and his eyes flit one place to another. “So... have you heard of it?”

 Jungkook is floored, completely blown away by surprise and struggling to make his brain process everything Jimin just said.

 “This is the first of it” He says plainly, reaching for his iced coffee and taking a desperate sip “So you want to try... me fucking you...while...” Jungkook struggled; did he understand what he was saying? “While... you sleep... is that right???”

 The giggle that Jimin let out sent a very confused Jungkook over the moon. This was something they always knew they could do: approach the other for absolutely anything, a favour, a question, a request, absolutely anything and the latter would do their best to understand. They were comfortable and safe knowing that they weren’t going to be judged for new things they’d like to explore.

 Jimin looks at Jungkook again, the love that the younger man sees in his eyes was almost enough to wipe his mind clean and forget the world but Jimin.

 Fuck he was so in love.

 “Only if you wanna try it too, Kookie” he says, biting his lip.

 Jungkook’s eyes unconsciously follow, his breath hitching on a small “Sure thing”

 He really has heard of the concept, a passing topic he’s seen online or how he’s heard someone use the term a few times but he’s never really known what Somnophilia was until now. If he were being honest, he’s never really thought twice about anyone who was asleep, most especially Jimin.

 The smaller man was always so exhausted so Jungkook never thought twice to leave him alone to make him more comfortable when he’s asleep.

 He thinks of how this could be a sub-genre of consensual non-consent and though he isn’t a fan of that at all, technically Jimin would be giving him consent beforehand... right? So it should be fine.

 Jungkook shrugs off the anxious thoughts with the conclusion that if Jimin didn’t like what Jungkook was doing, or if Jungkook had picked a bad day to act on such a kink then the elder would obviously use their safe-word.

 They continue their day light-heartedly, Jimin continuing to explain and show Jungkook all he’s learned on the topic and how he feels about it himself. After all, they’ve always said that communication is the second most important factor to trying new things; right after consent of course.

He pulls himself away from Jimin’s ass before he sees stars behind his eyelids, adjusting himself lower so he can lick over the elder’s entrance.

 Jungkook earns a needy whine from the sleeping man underneath his hands, Jimin unconsciously pushing his ass higher up and into Jungkook’s face—yearning for more friction, more touching.

 The younger preens at how needy Jimin is, pulling himself up and reaching for the bedside drawers to pull out a bottle of lube and a pair of condoms.

 Jimin loves to fuck raw, Jungkook knows that, but he always prefers to go at it raw per Jimin’s request.

 So upon setting the rubber aside, Jungkook rubs the bottle between his large hands to warm it up, not that Jimin would care in his current state but it’s more of a force of habit than anything else. He squirts a decent amount onto Jimin’s entrance, his fingers following suit.

 Jimin moans in his sleep, breathing unevenly and Jungkook thinks that the elder’s about to wake up when he presses a single finger into his tightening heat, but he doesn’t.

 So Jungkook persists.

 Jimin is as deliciously warm as he always is, squeezing around Jungkook’s finger unconsciously as the younger man pushes in as deep as he can. He bends down to kiss the dimples at the bottom of Jimin’s spine, the latter hiccupping on a breath as Jungkook does so.

 When he feels that Jimin’s muscles have loosened up significantly, Jungkook adds another finger alongside the first one, making Jimin whine louder as he presses his face into the crisp cover of the pillow. Jungkook would be lying if he said the sound didn’t make his dick twitch a little.

 “Oppa” he hears Jimin slur, Jungkook immediately freezes his head shooting upwards to check if the elder had woken up.

 He hadn’t, was he dreaming of Jungkook now? Some sort of physical response, maybe?

 Jungkook smiled. That’s pretty cute.

 He continues to work Jimin’s entrance, the latter also continuing to moan and mumble in his sleep. By the time Jungkook is able to move three fingers in and out without resistance, Jimin’s panting but... still unconscious.

 Jungkook wonders whether he took something to help him sleep last night or he was just that exhausted. Either way, it pays well for both of them.

 He pulls his hand away, reaching once more for the bottle of lube and coating the entirety of his length before working the liquid onto Jimin as well.

 He lines himself up, pushing in slowly to make sure he doesn’t hurt the elder by accident. Jimin’s rim gives way easily, his muscles completely relaxed as Jungkook continues his entrance bit by bit.

 Jungkook groans, low and out of breath as his member inches in deeper until he’s completely bottomed out; Jimin’s still sound asleep with his breathing out of rhythm. When the younger man feels that Jimin’s rim has adjusted enough for him to move, he pulls back and bottoms out repeatedly; trying to suppress his own volume all the while.

 He can’t help but struggle; Jimin’s unconscious yet completely relaxed state creates a mess within Jungkook’s mind. He grinds against the soft curve of Jimin’s ass and Jungkook finds the perfect angle by doing so, jaw going slack as he groans at the marvellous feeling.

 Jimin’s high pitched whines come more consistently as Jungkook works himself inside, breathy and soft and still very much asleep, the younger wonders how much exactly Jimin can take before he starts to jostle awake.

 Jungkook sets his palms flat against the material of the bed beneath them, one on either side of Jimin’s hips as he starts to thrust a little harder. He wants to pound the living daylights out of Jimin, wants to fuck him as hard as he can manage that when Jimin wakes up he’ll just pass right back out from how good Jungkook makes him feel.

 That sounds like a good idea, actually. Jungkook sets the idea aside for another time, for now not wanting to take Jimin by surprise.

 After a while, Jungkook readjusts himself, his hands once again finding their place in Jimin’s perky flesh when he doesn’t notice the latter gently blink his eyes open.

 He speaks before Jungkook can pump his length into him. “Oppa?”

 He wasn’t expecting Jimin to use the honorific, an established kink that Jungkook’s always had. He groans again, pushing himself as deep as he can into Jimin’s warmth, length pulsating with pure want and pulling a drawn out whine from him.

 “I’m here Mimi,” he pants, lowering his body down close to Jimin’s, hands on the bed by his hips and planting a kiss on his shoulder blades “did you sleep well?”

 Jimin hums, Jungkook’s affections very much welcomed as he preens and presses his face a little further into the soft pillow. “A little sore from Yoongi-hyung but I love the feeling of being full”

 Jungkook holds back an expectant scoff, of course Jimin is sore. Yoongi’s made it clear on more than one occasion that his stamina isn’t one to fuck with. Jungkook would know.

 “Don’t worry, Mimi” he says, taking Jimin’s cheek in his hand to pull him up for a kiss “Oppa will take good care of you”

 Jimin giggles, his eyes turning into crescents as he sets himself back, feeling Jungkook’s kisses scatter onto his neck and onto his back once more. “Oppa always does” he preens.

 He kisses down Jimin’s spine, slowly straightening himself up as he does, length still buried to the hilt in Jimin’s ass. He grinds in little circles, just barely giving either of them any friction and making Jimin whine greedily the way that Jungkook absolutely adores.

 “Oppa, fuck me more” he says, arching his back and offering himself up for Jungkook’s use “I didn’t feel any of it before now”

 Jungkook chuckles; that was the point.

 He starts to pull out slowly, leaving just the tip in before he thrusts himself in at full speed. Jungkook repeats this over and over again until his more primal instincts unconsciously take over, not wanting to tease anymore. He manages to find a regular pace, his hands gripping the sheets at Jimin’s sides.

 Jimin doesn’t hold back on his whines, breathless and broken sets of “Oppa, more, more” and “oh my god” as he pulls the pillow over his head, only then completely letting go of his volume control.

 Jungkook’s breathing becomes choppy as well, hearing Jimin make those sounds—fuck. It does things to him.

 He pulls out of Jimin’s warmth, the latter complaining about the emptiness only to feel Jungkook’s hands on his waist to turn him upright. Jimin tosses the pillow aside, finally being able to see Jungkook for the first time that day.

 The younger lowers himself so they’re chest to chest, re-inserting himself and resuming his prior movements. Jimin arches into Jungkook, the latter taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around him and hold him close, all the while the heat between them becoming hotter and hotter.

 From where Jimin’s arms are wrapped around Jungkook’s neck, he untangles one to cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss. It’s soft and a little messy, both their eagerness held at bay in attempts to savour the sweet slivers of romance.

 Jungkook angles his thrusts just a little higher, hitting Jimin’s sweet spot and making the elder see stars as he whines loudly against Jungkook’s lips, allowing him to lick into his mouth at the free chance.

 Their lips are a breath apart when Jimin is panting, foreheads pressed together as Jungkook’s movements suddenly become a little harsher.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck” Jimin whines, not moving from Jungkook’s embrace, tears at the edge of his eyes “Oppa please, I’m so close, please”

 Jungkook listens to his lover’s pleas, grinding into him as hard as he can, telling Jimin that he can come whenever he wants to, oppa will make him feel good.

 He kisses Jimin again, slotting their mouths together and sucking on Jimin’s tongue before Jungkook feels him shudder, a warm liquid pressing against their bodies as Jimin comes. Jungkook feels the warmth seep through the material of his shirt and can’t help the chuckle that escapes.

 “So needy, Mimi” he teases, the adoration in his eyes a dead giveaway. “Good to know I make my baby feel good”

 Jimin smiles widely, Jungkook sits up and away again but Jimin’s back is still arched, revelling in the overstimulation that’s growing in his gut. “Oppa always makes me feel amazing” he struggles to catch his breath with Jungkook not ceasing his movements at all “so fucking amazing”

 He pulls the younger back down for more kisses, the cum on their abdomens spreading with every thrust and grind Jungkook pulls against Jimin. He laughs against Jimin’s lips, greatly endeared and ego well-fed.

 Jungkook is close; practically teetering off the edge as he pulls away from Jimin’s bruised lips to catch his breath; with every thrust he brings himself closer Jimin becomes more and more sensitive.

 Jimin is practically shaking in Jungkook’s hold, his eyes rolling back into his head as he struggles to speak. “Oppa” his breathing laboured and loud “Oppa, wanna... wanna taste”

 Jungkook doesn’t suppress his groan, if he’d allow it, that simple request would have been enough to make him come. He kisses Jimin’s cheek, “Of course, Mimi”

 He pulls out, his member swollen, red and pulsating from the lack of fruition. Jimin elbows his way higher up the bed to prop his upper back against the headboard, Jungkook following close behind, pulling the stained shirt over his head, tossing it aside and straddling Jimin’s shoulders as the elder removes the condom and kisses his tip.

 The elder noses at Jungkook’s member, lapping at the sides and mouth his way up before gingerly resting it on the flat of his tongue, making the latter hiss and moan.

 Jimin turns his jaw slack, relaxing his mouth as much as he can as Jungkook pushes inwards gradually. He grips the top of the headboard, practically digging his fingers into the wood as he throws his had back at the sensation of Jimin swallowing around him. When he’s confident that Jimin’s gotten used to Jungkook’s girth in his mouth, he starts to thrust steadily.

 The warmth that Jimin’s mouth supplies being enough to make Jungkook lose his breath, add in the way he swirls his tongue on the underside of Jungkook’s length and his near-non-existent gag reflex and Jungkook is coming in no time.

 He pulls out slightly, resting his crown on the flat of Jimin’s tongue as hot, heavy, and thick liquid shoots down Jimin’s throat. Jungkook’s head hangs low with his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Fuck, did Jimin’s mouth always feel so good?

 With every pulse of cum, Jimin waits patiently; by the time the white liquid coats his tongue, he closes his lips around the tip and Jungkook feels it warm him.

 Completely out of breath with sweat dripping down his forehead, Jungkook pulls away and opens his eyes to look at the gorgeous sight underneath him.

 Jimin’s licking up a drop of cum off the corner of his mouth, eyes then meeting the younger man’s.

 Jungkook collapses onto the bed beside him. Jimin giggles a cheeky good morning, making the latter chuckle in disbelief before shuffling out of the jeans he didn’t bother to remove before this all happened.

 Jimin makes himself comfortable by inserting himself into Jungkook’s side, a strong arm wrapping around him like it always belonged there.

 Jungkook tries not to think himself into a hole but he doesn’t realise that his mind wanders. Hard to believe that he really just fucked Jimin awake and the dancer practically loved it.

 “How was that by the way?” He asked immediately, turning his head slightly to see Jimin’s content face.

 He hums, Jungkook feeling the sensation against his chest with warmth. A smile breaks across Jimin’s face as he tells Jungkook that he absolutely loved it; the feeling of waking up so full like that had his mind racing and his heart beating in his chest in such wonderful ways. “I wish you would wake me up like that everyday”

 Jungkook chuckles, “My stamina’s good but it’s not that good.”

 They laugh together like that, exchanging small nothings and Jimin asking about his school trip. It’s not the first time the younger man had had to take a trip out of town for his university course.

 “Why I decided to take up architecture, I’ll never know myself.” He jokes half-heartedly. He thinks about the plates and blueprints he has to finish before the end of the week until Jimin is pulling him out of the nightmare.

 He feels a small, gentle hand cup his cheek and he’s facing Jimin; the latter reaching up to kiss him softly.

 “You can do it” he says, eyes flickering between Jungkook’s with a deep fondness and love for him “And when we’re older, you can design what our house looks like”

 Jungkook can’t help but break out into a dazzling smile, his eyes turning into crescents along with Jimin’s as he blushes.

 He tells Jimin to shut up, moving to stand, but the elder knows that there’s no bite behind the bark. Jungkook circles the bed until he’s standing by Jimin’s side, one hand reaching out to him in invitation.

 “Wanna take a bath?” He asks “No funny business, I just want to hold you”

 Even after all these years, Jungkook’s words still manage to create a largely obvious blush on Jimin’s face and the younger absolutely adores it. He loves that after all this time they’ve been together, he can still make Jimin’s heart flutter without trying.

 Jimin smiles, taking his hand; Jungkook tries not to coo at the size difference between their hands, instead acting quick to sweep Jimin off his feet. He squeals as he panics to wrap his arms around Jungkook’s neck to ensure he doesn’t fall, his prince gingerly walking towards the en suite bathroom.

Jungkook is sat against the marble of the tub, Jimin sat between his legs and leaning against him as he massages the conditioner into his roots. They’re relatively quiet save for the Lo-fi music ricocheting off the walls from Jungkook’s phone.

 It’s a good silence, they rarely have bad ones. Jimin and Jungkook have always bonded over music and just being together. They’ve never needed words to understand each other; they can just read each other’s body language. At first it was unsettling, how invested they were in each other without really knowing it but as time passed, they’ve learned that this kind of dedication to each other was the reason why they fit so well.

 “Are you staying today?” Jimin asks, his eyes fluttering close as he leans into Jungkook’s touch.

 The younger hums, combing his hair back with his fingers to let the conditioner settle, pulling Jimin against him so the elder can lay his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Mhm, all day”

 “When are you meeting Yoongi-hyung?”

 Jungkook thinks for a moment, it’s Sunday today so he should be meeting Yoongi “Tomorrow, I think? He’s with Hobi-hyung today”

 Jimin chuckles, feeling Jungkook shift a little as he reaches for the showerhead to rinse Jimin off. The water weaves its way through his hair as he comments on how they both should asses their taste in men, it seems that they’ve always gone for the older ones.

 Jungkook laughs at that, “They’re not that old... you’re old” and he can practically see Jimin roll his eyes as he finishes cleaning him off.

 They kid and joke around some more, exchanging kisses and teasing each other relentlessly as they dry themselves off and get into some clean clothes.

 Jungkook cooks for Jimin, tells the latter that it’s Oppa’s job to care for his baby. The shorter man blushes and doesn’t argue, instead taking a seat and allowing himself to be content and spoiled by the taller man for the rest of the day.

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A/N

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Chapter Index

i - Bad Boy Friday

ii - Good One Sunday

iii - That One From Work

Jimin loves a good night out, loves the feel of everyone’s eyes on him as he walks into the club while the bass reverberates off the walls.

The bouncer greets him like an old friend, everyone else either ogling his nicely dressed ass or glaring at him for being treated as more important than them. He saunters over to the bar, tight ripped jeans working hard to keep themselves from ripping any further despite Jimin not minding in the slightest; his white shirt that was only half-way buttoned glowed underneath the warm lights of the bar, an old friend sliding over to greet him.

“What’ll it be for tonight, gorgeous?

 Jimin giggled, the light blush on his face darkening just a little bit. “Jinnie-hyung, you’re too sweet to me”

 Jin winked, teasing Jimin about how he loved it anyway. The dancer shoos him away with a request for his usual drink, swivelling around in his seat to scan the dance floor; roughly about a hundred sweaty bodies grinding against each other with the fair few that occupy the booths and tables towards the sides, drinking.

 Jimin loves this, the loud music, the vulnerability among strangers so everyone can have a good time. He finds himself here more often than any of his friends, not always getting drunk but always dancing his stress and frustrations away; years of dedicated movement had given him a love for physical escape.

 He doesn’t notice Jin turn up behind him with his drink; he catches the dancer’s attention with a coo as he garnishes his drink with a large strawberry.

 “Oh, hyung” Jimin preens, accepting the drink gratefully, “you spoil me!”

 Jin winks at him, “Only the best for my favourite”

 Jimin blushes as he takes a sip, Jin moving away once more to cater to the other customers. He turns in his seat once more, people-watching.

 And despite Jimin’s frequent visits to the club, a trip is never complete without strangers trying to flirt with him; tonight was no exception.

 “Hey cutie” a low voice says, the person it belongs to sliding up to Jimin much closer than what he would be comfortable with. He forces a smile at the stranger, not bothering to spare him a glance as he continues to sip from his drink and people watch, “You here alone?”

 It’s questions like that that irk him, they freak him out because he knew this wouldn’t be safe if he entertained this guy without any intentions of leaving with him, so Jimin did what he always did; face the stranger, give him a sweet smile before motioning for Jin to come over without breaking eye contact.

 “This guy bothering you, Jimin?” Jin asks, ready to either reach for a weapon or call security.

 The stranger backs away from Jimin’s space, nervous and slightly irritated from what everyone else can see he shakes his head and tells Jin that he was just leaving. Jimin waves him goodbye, thanking Jin as soon as he’s gone.

 “I swear, they get more and more insistent every time I’m out” he comments, finishing his drink and taking a bite of the strawberry.

 Jin laughs, wiping the countertop “Maybe you should hang around your boyfriends so no one else tries to hit on you”

 Jimin scoffs fondly, “As if they would want to come out as frequently as I do.”

 Jin agrees with a laugh as he’s whisked away to care for other customers. Jimin finishes his drink before standing, making his way to the dance floor himself.

 He feels eyes on him as he sways and dances his way to the middle of the group of bodies, several hands trying to cop a feel as he passes by but Jimin only revels in the attention he’s gathering.  A sultry smile makes its way to his face as a pair of hands pulls him against a warm body.

 Jimin came out tonight with a need that that only excitement can satiate.

 Jimin was greedy, everyone knew that, but he was greedy in a sense that everybody had to feel good. If who he was with didn’t feel good, how could he? It almost sounds conflicting, but it’s not.

 Jimin only wanted them to feel good because then they would feel the need to make him feel even better.

 Everyone knew Jimin’s reputation, that’s why too many eyes made their way to him. How could you ignore a star that shone as bright as he did when it was mere feet from you? You couldn’t.

 Like a moth to a flame, everyone in Jimin’s vicinity wanted him regardless if they’d hurt or not.

But Jimin was taken, everyone knew that... right?

 “Took you long enough to find me.” Jimin said softly, leaning onto the person’s shoulder and speaking into their ear so they could hear him “thought someone else was going to call dibs.”

 “As if they’d dare to fucking try” the person said, voice deep and roughed up. Jimin could smell the smoke from his breath, working hard to control himself ‘less he mash their lips together.

 Jimin always loved the taste of nicotine off someone’s tongue.

 “You never know” Jimin giggled, pressing his ass against a crotch he was beginning to drool over

“Someone asked if I came alone, if I said yes I think we’d be dancing here and you had to watch”

 “Pretty little thing like you wouldn’t settle for less” they said, Jimin couldn’t help but blush.

 Jimin swayed and danced against his dance partner, feeling them move with him as their hands gripped at his hips tightly. A hand travelled upwards, feeling over Jimin’s taut stomach and stopping at a nipple, circling it over the fabric of Jimin’s top. He let out a soft sigh, holding his head down as he tried not to be overwhelmed by it.

 He giggled mischievously, bring his head back up before he turned around, making his dance partner’s hands travel up to rest at his waist as his arms made it around their neck.

 “You always love to tease, don’t you Hyungie?” Jimin asked, his lips just a breath away.

 Yoongi chuckled, nipping at Jimin’s plump lower lip “You’re always into it”

 Jimin lunges forward, kissing Yoongi hungrily as his fingers bury themselves in Yoongi’s hair, one of the elder’s hands making its way to Jimin’s ass to squeeze and feel around for as much as he wanted. Jimin was practically lifted off his feet as Yoongi pulled him closer, trying to eliminate as much space between them as possible.

 Yoongi’s kisses are eager and greedy, but controlled and timed at the same time. Jimin loves how Yoongi always takes charge of him, loves how Yoongi takes care of Jimin no matter what their doing.

 The elder licks into Jimin’s mouth as the younger grinds against him and he lets Yoongi in with a smile, sucking on his tongue before the elder is kissing down his jaw, neck and biting at the juncture before Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin tries not to whine at Yoongi’s attention, regardless if the people around them could hear or not. It’s a club, it’s not like this kind of behaviour wasn’t expected.

 Jimin could feel Yoongi’s lips creep back up to his jaw, ghosting kisses all the while before he asks “Where’s your muscle pig boyfriend, anyway?”

 Jimin laughs at that, pulling at Yoongi’s hair with one hand while scratching down the length of his arm with the other in pure need. He looks at the elder and, for the first time that night, takes in what he’s wearing.  

 Yoongi’s sporting ripped skinny jeans that look a little like Jimin’s, albeit a lot less ripped. A black shirt and leather jacket to boot, Jimin’s favourite one, the one he always tries nick. He eyes Yoongi over once more before looking straight at him, seeing the elder smirk with pride. “He doesn’t matter right now” Jimin says, ghosting a kiss on Yoongi’s lips that has the elder pathetically chasing after for more.

 Jimin giggles again. “You’re hard”

 “You’re sexy” Yoongi says, slapping Jimin’s ass and making the younger jump in his arms with a moan “My place or yours?”

 “They’re one and the same”

 “Fuck you”

 “Yes please” Jimin hums, kissing Yoongi once more before feeling Yoongi up underneath his shirt. He was warm, almost hot underneath Jimin’s cold hands “And do it hard”

Jimin’s pushed back against his apartment door roughly as Yoongi’s mouth assaults his neck, the younger wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s neck as he tries to press his dick closer to his, needy and desperate.

 He moans shamelessly as he feels Yoongi bite and pull at his earlobe, grinding against the elder’s leg. “Yoongi, I-inside” he stutters, barely able to keep his voice level

 Yoongi feels for the keys in Jimin’s back pocket, glancing at the lock quickly before mouthing at the younger’s neck once more.

 By the time their inside, Jimin is gasping for breath as he toes his shoes off. Yoongi pauses from marking Jimin’s neck to try to get the button up off; Jimin goes to help him when Yoongi huffs in frustration.

 “I don’t understand why you wear this shit” He growls, ridding himself of his leather jacket and clothes “You know what you want by the end of the night yet you put shit on and make it hard get off”

 Jimin giggled at Yoongi’s complaints, knowing all too well that Yoongi loved how Jimin looks. “Do I look fuckable though?” He smirked, playfully winking at Yoongi as he kept his top on but shimmied out of his tight jeans

 Yoongi’s shirtless and only got his jeans left when Jimin is done, moving the opening of his top to the side to expose his collarbones and shoulder to the elder, doe eyes and jutted pout making him want to rearrange the young dancer’s guts.

 “Shut up” he growls, making Jimin giggle as Yoongi backs him all the way into the couch’s arm rest, their teeth clacking together slightly as Jimin’s back hits the cushion.

 Jimin’s hands reach for Yoongi’s zipper, undoing the fasten of his jeans before pulling it down just enough before he’s able to cup the large hard-on and moan into Yoongi’s mouth.

 “Just fuck me here” he breathes, biting and pulling Yoongi’s lip

 “Are you sure?”

 “Did I fucking stutter?”

 “I’m about to make you”

 Jimin knows being bratty is going to get him hurt, the glint in Yoongi’s eyes more than a telltale.

 Yoongi makes his way back to Jimin’s neck, his favourite place on Jimin’s body to leave scratches and bruises aside from the plush of his ass as he blindly but expertly pulls down Jimin’s boy-shorts. They’re the black silk ones that Jimin knows Yoongi loves but it seems the elder is too preoccupied to appreciate the fashion choice at the moment.

 “I fucking hate this shirt” Jimin hears him murmur, seeing that Yoongi’s tossed the silk underwear somewhere towards the TV.

 He smiles and giggles lightly, “I know you think I’m pretty in it, Hyung”

 Yoongi doesn’t answer him, Jimin knows it’s because anything he’ll say will still feed into Jimin’s teasing but Jimin doesn’t really care, all he can think about is how Yoongi is biting and sucking at the skin of his chest. It hurts so good and Jimin can already tell that it’ll last several days.

 Looks like he’s wearing turtle necks to work for the next week.

 “Lube” Yoongi groans, the rough pads of his fingers and the skin of his palms going over Jimin’s ass in circles. “Jimin I’m not spitting on your ass, as hot as it is, it’s not enough to open you up”

 Jimin chuckles, reaching underneath the couch as he comments on how well Yoongi takes care of him.

 “You know my name?” Yoongi whispers, kissing Jimin full on before breaking away to lean on the back of his heels.

 The young dancer smiles at Yoongi playfully as he watches the elder warm the bottle of lube between his hands. He arches his back off the cushion of the couch to pull the button up over his head, discarding it in the direction Yoongi threw his underwear towards.

 “Of course” he preens, teasingly.

 He watches Yoongi bite his lip, his eyes turning dark as he gets a reasonable amount of liquid onto his fingers and Jimin’s hole, a soft gasps escapes him; the feeling a new and welcomed one.

 Yoongi leans down as his fingers circle Jimin’s entrance, settling his weight onto his elbow beside Jimin’s head; the younger mouths at Yoongi’s mouth, teasing him for a kiss with his breath shallow and uneven.

 Just as Jimin’s lips are enveloped once more in Yoongi’s, he feels a familiar pressure break through his rim and is unable to control his gasp, moaning into Yoongi’s mouth. He feels the older man smile against his open mouth, taking this opportunity to slip his tongue into Jimin’s and search for his tongue.

 Jimin moans shamelessly into Yoongi, lifting his hips off the couch to grind into him, asking for more. He feels Yoongi thrusting his finger in and out slowly, getting Jimin used to the intrusion before adding another finger.

 “Yoongi—“ Jimin sighs, a hand in Yoongi’s hair once more and his face tucked into the crook of the elder’s neck “Please, I can take it. Give it to me”

 Yoongi ignored him, Jimin can tell. He pretends not to hear the younger’s pleas for more because he knows that too much too fast will hurt, regardless if Jimin likes it or not.

 “Y-Yoongi” he tries once more, voice as shaky and weak as ever “Y-Yoongi, you’re being, oohh shit, you’re being a p-prick”

 “Shut up” Jimin feels more than hears against his neck, Yoongi nipping at the skin sharply and making him yelp.

 When he feels that Jimin’s stretched enough with two fingers, he adds another, making him groan loudly and grind into Yoongi’s hard-on.

 “Fuck yes” Jimin pulls Yoongi from his neck, slitting their lips together as he moans at the familiar sensation. “Yoongi, I want you, please”

 “Have to make sure you’re stretched properly”

 “Fuck that, you know I love it when it hurts” he whines, his tongue licking into Yoongi’s as his hand cups Yoongi through his jeans “Just fucking do it”

 Yoongi curls his fingers up and presses, making Jimin yelp and shudder against him. “Why are you always so impatient, you fucking slut”

 Jimin smiles deliciously, Yoongi biting the bend of his jaw. “Why do you still not understand how good your dick is?”

 “Fine” Yoongi says and all of a sudden Jimin is lifted into a sitting position, the elder’s hand tightening on his throat making him smile “You wanna get fucked so badly?”

 Jimin grins at him and the next thing he knows, Yoongi’s lifted and bent him over the back of the couch, ass in the air and back arched as Yoongi pushed him down. Jimin feels Yoongi’s torso press against him, lips brushing the shell of his ear as he whispers.

 “I’d eat you out but you’re too greedy for your own good.”

 It takes a lot for Jimin not to whine, feeling Yoongi’s fingers make their way inside him once more to make sure he’s ready.

 “Give it to me”

 “Condoms”

 Jimin rolls his eyes in frustration, “Yoongi we’ve been sleeping together long enough for you to know I don’t give a shit about condoms” he says, hanging his head low impatiently “I’m clean and I know you are too so just fuck me for god s—Oh!”

 Jimin feels so full, his head is swimming. Yoongi had thrust his entire length into Jimin’s sweltering heat, stretching him a little more than he already had. Tears prick the edge of Jimin’s eyes and Yoongi places a soft kiss in the middle of his back, hips unmoving as he give the younger time to adjust. “You really need to shut the fuck up sometimes” he mumbles.

 Jimin groans as he throws his head back, his mouth hanging open as he feels Yoongi’s member pulsate inside of him. Profanities fall from his pretty lips, drool building in his mouth as Yoongi mouths at the small of his back.

 Yoongi begins to move slowly, pulling out completely before bottoming out again and again, Jimin’s moans low and faltering.

 “You love my cock” Yoongi says, panting slightly.

 Jimin giggles, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he grinds backwards to meet Yoongi’s thrusts eagerly. “You really gonna make me say it twice?”

 Yoongi’s pulled out all of his length except the head, lingering right at the edge of Jimin’s rim before weaving his fingers into Jimin’s blonde waves and tugging him close, moving into him at a torturously slow pace. “I’m gonna make you fucking scream it so the neighbours know.”

 Jimin moans at the sound of Yoongi’s voice; possessive and greedy; his body practically vibrating with excitement as he feels the elder fill him.

 Yoongi straightens his back away from Jimin, nudging the dancer’s knees further apart with his own before he starts thrusting into the younger mercilessly.

 Jimin yelps, surprised, digging his nails into the material of the couch and seeing stars everywhere. Yoongi doesn’t wait for Jimin’s hole to adjust for him any longer, the sound of wet skin clashing being the only thing that Jimin hears.

 With every thrust Jimin so desperately tries to meet halfway, he becomes more and more pliant; almost like putty if Yoongi wasn’t holding him up by his hair. Yoongi bites his lip, focusing on his consistency as the sounds of Jimin’s whines and begging encourage him further and further.

 Jimin can feel the large, callous hand on his hip dig their fingernails into his skin as Yoongi’s thrusts gradually become more and more calculated and rough. He can barely speak, saliva making its way just past his lips and down his chin. If this wasn’t a good fucking then Jimin didn’t know what could ever count as a good fucking.

 He almost feels kind of drunk, feels Yoongi starting to grind into him at an angle and choking as he hits that one sweet spot that drives Jimin crazy, cum leaking out of his hanging length underneath them both.

 “Yoongi, oh fu—Oh! Fuck.” He stutters, closing his eyes and pulling against Yoongi’s grip in his hair “Fuck, right there, right there, Yoongi, fuck me right there”

 The elder smirks and releases his grip Jimin’s hair, making the younger go completely boneless and curve over the back of the couch. With both hands on the young one’s hips, Yoongi’s thrusts become even rougher and harsher than before, making Jimin whine loudly.

 “What’s my name?” He grunts, a sweat breaking out down his temple.

 It takes Jimin a few seconds to process that he’s being asked a question, let alone a kind of question that he was expected to answer.

 “You’re... oh fuck me, yes” he slurs, trying to get a grip on the back rest and keep himself upright “You’re r-really... asking... m-me that... r-right n-now?”

 Yoongi tries not to laugh at how pathetic Jimin sounds, but the younger can feel the effect of his voice on Yoongi—laughter be damned.

 “Did you just...” he turns to look at Yoongi, eyes wide and unbelieving “Did you just get b-bigger?”

“I said” Yoongi smirked, thrusts hips paused, length completely enveloped in Jimin’s heat “What’s my fucking name?”

 He grinds into Jimin’s ass with every word, making the younger’s eyes roll back into his head once more. “Fuck...” he breathes “Yoongi, please”

 “Nope” Yoongi pulls out of Jimin completely, eliciting a whine before he expertly manoeuvres Jimin onto his back once more, Yoongi kneeling between his spread thighs as one hand works to get Jimin’s leg over his shoulder while the other founds its place on his neck, squeezing lightly. “What’s my fucking name?”

 Jimin can feel Yoongi’s length rub against his sore entrance, his body craving for the pain of the stretch and the foreign resident inside him.

 His eyes meet Yoongi’s, the soft brown darkening, almost black as Jimin smirks playfully. “Please” he whispers, struggling to breathe as Yoongi squeezes his throat “Daddy”

 At that, Yoongi surges forward, pressing Jimin’s knee to his chest as their mouths slot together. The hand previously holding the younger’s leg then lining Yoongi length to Jimin’s hole, making him moan into Yoongi’s mouth greedily.

 “That’s right” he says, lips just a breath away before he pushes them apart, hand still on Jimin’s throat as he begins to pound into him relentlessly.

 Yoongi loves listening to Jimin, he’s told the younger time and time again that he thinks he makes the prettiest sounds when he’s being fucked senseless. It’s why Jimin rarely ever holds back.

 Yoongi’s harsh pace sends him over the edge repeatedly, not caring at all about how loud he’s being, noise complaint be damned. Jimin’s at the point where he needs to breathe through his mouth like a dog because of how good everything feels, his tongue lolling out slightly as he tilts his head to the side to give Yoongi free reign of the bruised expansion of his neck.

 “Daddy” he chokes, struggling to speak with Yoongi’s hand on his throat “Daddy, g-gonna... oh! Gonna commeee”

 “Yeah? You gonna come all pretty for me?” Yoongi asks, panting slightly and his pace becoming sloppy as he himself nears the edge of bliss “Come for me, gorgeous”

 Jimin has half a mind to reach for Yoongi with shaky hands, pull him closer for a kiss before he’s shuddering out of control, strings of warm cum shooting onto his stomach and clinging to Yoongi’s skin where his meets Jimin’s.

 “So good, Daddy” he whimpers into Yoongi’s mouth, the elder’s thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute. “Are you close?”

 Jimin’s voice breaks as he speaks, the throws of ecstasy sending his body places he’d never figure he’d come to, his eyes rolling back into his head for what feels like the hundredth time that night. Yoongi feels like magic.

 “Almost, pretty” Yoongi pants, pushing himself up onto his knees as he continues to thrust into Jimin.

 Jimin scratches at his sides, looking for any kind of sensation that could distract him from the growing sensitivity that Yoongi is building into him.

 All of a sudden Yoongi pulls out, Jimin whines at the sudden repeat of emptiness despite his ass desperately needing a break from the rough treatment. He moves up Jimin’s body, straddling his chest as he cups his chin in one hand.

 “Open up those pretty lips for Daddy”

 Jimin obeys quietly, his eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and red. Yoongi lines his length up and rests it on the younger’s tongue, doe eyes looking up at him almost sleepily.

 “My pretty little fucktoy” Yoongi says gently before pushing in.

 Jimin works to relax his jaw and throat, his gag reflex no longer as sensitive as before. He watches Yoongi throw his head back as he thrusts into Jimin’s warm mouth, revelling in the softness of Jimin’s cheeks. Softened swears fall from the elder’s mouth, making Jimin hum in pride at how much of a mess he can make the latter.

 “Pretty, I’m close” Yoongi says, looking back down at Jimin “You gonna take my load like a good boy?”

 As an answer, Jimin swallows around the head of Yoongi’s head pressing up against the back of his throat, making him hiss.

 Jimin closes his eyes as Yoongi’s hands lace themselves into Jimin’s hair once more; tugging harshly as he begins to fuck the younger’s mouth. He struggles to hold his breath, resisting the urge to breathe in every time Yoongi hits his uvula.

 His hands raise to knead at Yoongi’s clothed thighs before he feels the elder’s grip tighten in his hair, warm liquid shooting down his throat. Jimin swallows obediently and quietly, listening to Yoongi’s shameless groan as he does.

 Jimin is finally able to breathe as Yoongi pulls out his slightly softened length, panting. He falls limp as Yoongi stands from his position, shucking off his jeans before making his way to what Jimin could only assume was the bathroom.

 He falls limp on the couch, body heat and sweat be damned. Jimin’s just about to fall asleep until he hears Yoongi re-enter the room, cracking his eyes open to watch him move.

 The elder was in nothing more than a pair of black boxers, wet cloth in hand as he makes his way to sit by Jimin’s side.

 Jimin preens at the attention he receives as Yoongi kisses him, the latter then moving to set one of Jimin’s legs on his lap as he presses the warm cloth against the puffed up entrance. The texture is rough against Jimin’s skin but the temperature is a welcomed sensation.

 “I want cuddles” he pouts, making baby hands at Yoongi as he finishes cleaning Jimin’s ass and torso free of cum. “Daddyy”

 He hears Yoongi scoff, the cloth discarded somewhere with the rest of their clothes before he’s told to move and make space, Yoongi tucking him into his side.

 “So needy”

 “So good” Jimin giggles “Probably our best one by far”

 He perches his chin on Yoongi’s chest, the elder raising an eyebrow at him “Better than the park?”

 “Okay, maybe a close second”

 Yoongi chuckles and Jimin absolutely loves the sound of it. He smiles at the man as he watches him reach for a cigarette off the little box on the coffee table, lying back down and making himself comfortable.

 He drifts in and out of consciousness to the steady rhythm of Yoongi’s breathing, not noticing the blanket that the older man tugs to cover them. When did he bring that in?

Jimin falls asleep like that, to the faint smell of nicotine and Yoongi kissing the top of his head as he whispers a small goodnight.

The sunlight filters through the curtains gently, the cold air of the night time still lingering around the apartment as Jimin slowly drifts into consciousness again. Soft bouts of pressure pressing into his skin in various places.

 Jimin hums appreciatively, Yoongi’s kisses making their way up his neck as he feels skin meet teeth.

 “Are you awake?” He hears Yoongi ask, voice deep and rough from just waking up as well. Jimin feels him lick a stripe up the side of his neck, sighing before taking a breath to ask the man what he thought he was doing so early in the morning. “Hard to sleep with such a tempting vixen lying on me, figured I’d make sure my signature lasts long.”

 It took Jimin a second to register what Yoongi meant by his signature and he soon realises that every spot he was sucking on Jimin’s neck and chest had existing marks from last night; Yoongi was re-darkening them.

 “If you keep this up, you’re going to have to deal with the repercussions” Jimin preens, teasing Yoongi.

 “Repercussions?” the latter chuckled, halting his ministrations as he took Jimin’s chin between his fingers, making the younger face him “Pretty, whatever happens is hardly going to be a repercussion”

 Jimin smiles, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck before pulling him in for a kiss.

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A/N

Hii, been a hot minute, hasn’t it? Thank you so much for sticking by me, for staying and waiting for me. This community really makes me feel like I belong and I promise I’ll make it up to you. I have so many projects lined up and I can’t wait for you to visit all these AUs I have planned.

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As of now our goal is to be able to afford a new laptop since the one I have now is really run down from when it was passed on to me.

I know it's really trying times for all of us at the moment, so it's okay if you can't donate! Reblogging and leaving notes are still great ways to show your support!

Thank you all so much for your unending love and support, you really do keep me going. <3

Love, YJ

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Chapter Index

i - Bad Boy Friday

i - Good One Sunday

iii - That One From Work

I lost my dad several weeks back. I’ll save you the unnecessary details but I guess I can say that he was pretty sick and he was just tired at this point.

I wanted to share that, the night he passed, I stayed up super late, like I slept at 5am. Because I was writing a one shot, and painting, and embroidering and doing all sorts of things that made me happy.

And then I get woken up the next morning by my mom and I learn that I don’t have a dad anymore.

That took a toll on me. My mom was a wreck so I had to take care of all the paperwork. And I just... couldnt write anymore. I couldn’t do any form of art because it would just remind me of that night and I’m really sorry for keeping you in the dark for so long.

I also had to quit my job which was a blessing in disguise, really. My mental health was deteriorating there and I couldnt grow as a person even though I was earning a good amount of money. So right now I’m in between freelance projects. I’m starting to take up transcription and I sent in a resume at a local cafe so hopeully they’ll take me.

These days it’s been getting better and better I guess. I don’t beat myself up as much anymore. And I’ve been gradually starting to do art again. I started simple with embroidery and then painting and sketching and I’ve finally started writing again.

Got some unfinished gems up and the ready and some new ideas just waiting to be posted. I’m not going to give any promises or say any dates because I’m afraid if I do I might not pull through with it, so I ask you to have faith in me and continue to be patient with me just like you always have these past two years.

Every time I come here to see what’s going on, I see that you’re still here. Waiting patiently and I’ll never know what I’ve done to deserve a crowd like you guys. You keep me going and a part of me will always remember you.

I promise I’ll be back soon with a lot of BTS fics and yoonmin fics for you. I owe you guys everything ♥️

Jungkook was in the same friend group as you, though the both of you rarely ever spoke. Just chatting idly about the weather or a quiz a professor had pulled in class but never really going any further from there. He was in the same year as you, but only with a few similar classes. He held an age leverage over you by a few months, the occasional mindless teasing of ‘You should call me oppa because I’m older!’ making their way into casual conversation for a laugh’s sake.

But you never knew that Jungkook danced. You were both majoring in medicine, which explains your lack of time for the arts but that didn’t mean you couldn’t minor in dance. Judging from Jungkook’s vast array of talents, you figured he took a minor in music or something of similar kinds. You never saw him around your dance classes and that must have meant that you didn’t share any.

He stood off to one side, already engaged in conversation like the naturally friendly person he was as you made your way to the opposite corner and set your bag and water bottle down. The room was fairly filled, other dancers who knew who Jojo was and her creative talent wanting to seize the chance for a few hours with her. Thankfully no one, aside from Jungkook, knew who you were. You loved making friends, having friends, but what you kept to yourself, you’d rather it stayed that way.

Pulling out your phone and earphones, you went onto YouTube to browse through Jojo’s latest dance videos. In the post you saw, it mentioned that Jojo was going to reteach a class she held in L.A. and film it again here in Korea. You typed in the song that Jojo was going to use, ‘Party Favors’ by Tinashe and remembered how physically engaging the choreography was. You watched how the dancers after Jojo were all oozing a sexual aura, doing their best to match the song.

It didn’t really disturb you; you were a pretty open-minded person and knew that sex was a natural thing that shouldn’t be considered so taboo. It is the 21st century after all. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t still pretty shy about it, having your own insecurities and everything. Yet despite this, you were determined to make the famous choreographer notice you, and maybe even ask you to be a part of the video she planned.

It was a good twenty minutes before the studio became even more alive with unfamiliar faces, Jungkook sticking out of the crowd like a sore thumb. Then finally, Jojo came through the doors with her small group of friends, waving and smiling at all of who called her name hoping to get her to notice them. You just leaned your back on the wall in the back corner, most of the light focused on the centre of the room where Jojo stood. You crossed your arms over your chest, making yourself look smug and as if you saw famous choreographers every day but inside, you were just as giddy and excited as all the other dancers in the room.

Jojo stood in front of the semi-compact crowd, her back to the mirror as she thanked all of you for taking time out of your lives to come together and dance with her. You could tell she was sincere when she spoke of how shocked she was to find out that she was known in Korea. You smiled, glad that one of the people you idolized most was so humble and grounded.

As she continued to speak, you could feel someone watching you, making your smile waver as your eyes searched the room for whoever was indirectly making you uncomfortable. And that’s when you noticed the sore thumb that stuck out of the crowd once more; Jungkook was staring at you with a raised eyebrow, sending a verbal message asking what you were doing in a place like this. You raised your own with your smile fading, telling him that it was none of his business and he shouldn’t mind it. He shrugged it off, turning his attention back to Jojo and that was the last interaction with Jungkook that he initiated.

The class went on smoothly, much like any other workshop you had been to in all your experienced years only that everyone was learning a lot faster and no one was afraid to work their own freestyle. When Jojo had asked you all to line up and find your own space so you could be comfortable moving around, you made your way to the second row from the front; not exactly willing to draw attention to yourself but wanting to be just a little further up the room so you could see your reflection better. It wasn’t until Jojo was teaching the last part that you had noticed Jungkook on your right, a couple of people back with the other guys, eyeing you like a kid in front of a candy store.

You smirked, knowing when a guy was interested in you in such a way. Jungkook drew his eyes from you, a blush finding its place on his cheeks knowing that he had just been caught staring.

Jojo began to polish you and the rest who were learning the feminine version, reviewing steps and giving extra attention to parts where it seemed harder for the majority; in this case, the sexual movements. Jake hadn’t flown in with Jojo due to prior commitments which meant she had Bongyoung teach the masculine side of the dance.

You turned to the front where Jojo stood, carefully imitating her movements as well as listening to her instructions. You weren’t always one who depended on the counting when it came to dance, maybe that’s why no one really took you seriously for it. You always followed the movement that corresponded to the beat, how smooth, how sharp, and how fast or slow you have to be.

Jojo took a step, as did you, explaining how you should see someone you’d like to be teasing, someone you want to give party favours to. The girls laughed and blushed slightly, the guys looked smug and chuckled but as your eyes met Jungkook’s in the mirror, you knew exactly what kind of look Jojo wanted on your face.

You and Jojo repeat the movement, swaying your hips and crossing your legs as you walked. Your bodies turned, head still in place and eyes trained on your reflections in the mirror with the expression Jojo talked about. You faced upright, eyeing Jungkook as your arms moved swiftly and you dropped to your knees, emphasising the swells of your breasts and the grooves on your stomach earned from all the mornings runs ever so slightly as you lay to make your shoulder blades touch the floor.

Jojo cheered, you stood up to find out that you were the only one who did the move with her, everyone else too shy to expose themselves in such a way.

“You wanna be up front for a clip?” she asked with a wide smile, a sense of pride growing in her chest. You didn’t want to ruin a good thing by suddenly being so shy, so you nodded your head eagerly, the opportunity of being centre stage as a dancer sounding more appealing than anything you could imagine at that moment.

“Do you have anything sexy on you?” Of course, it was a sexual song with sexual choreography, the black hoodie you stole from your best friend Jimin wouldn’t really be fitting for such auras.

“I have my sports bra under my hoodie?” You suggested, Jojo eyed your currently covered body, black yoga pants and a sports bra would let you ooze just enough sex to make it seem believable. But then again, it was all in how you moved, and Jojo could see that you moved well so your outfit was never really a problem in the first place. She just asked.

The boys let out low cheers while the girls hollered at you, making you blush from the large amount of attention.

“Awesome.” Jojo smiled again “We’ll finish off polishing and we’ll get to choices. Tim’s going to arrive tonight so filming will be tomorrow, you okay with coming back?”

You knew Tim to be Jojo’s go-to videographer, but never really delved deeper into his work apart from choreographers he filmed.

You nodded, and Jojo continued to run through the steps, you took a glance at Bongyoung to the right and caught him winking at you, a blush blooming on your face instantly. You shook it off, continuing to follow Jojo’s every word and correcting or bettering yourself.

It was forty minutes before your next water break. You were all spread out the room now, chattering, reviewing or taking a breather. You went back to your little corner and sat back, watching and subtly moving along with those who claimed they didn’t need a rest. Jojo had chosen everyone whom Tim was going to film for tomorrow, you were going to lead the first batch of girls after Jojo and Bongyoung perform the initial clip but they were still going to pick the couple performances.

Your eyes met Jungkook’s across the room again, this time; he didn’t turn away, as if he wanted you to look at him in the first place. There was something different in his eyes, like something had clicked inside his ever working mind and he was looking at you with a neutral expression, rendering you unable to look away. You held his stare for a few moments before a girl had come up to you, asking you to teach her the last move where you would drop to your knees and try to lay your back on the floor. Your gaze flickered between her shy eyes and Jungkook’s dark ones, your attention stuttering before managing an ‘Okay’ and letting her pull you a little towards the middle of the room, just for a little more space.

Later, Jojo wanted a run through of everyone present; dividing you all into the groups she had planned out during class. You were to lead a group of your own, and to your surprise, so was Jungkook. You didn’t get a chance to watch him move during class, it wasn’t like you could just rip your attention away from Jojo and just stare at him a couple of people behind you, so when you finally did get the chance, you realised just how mesmerising he was.

He was smooth in places he needed to be, joints stiff and creating the illusion of isolation in others. You realised that Jungkook was actually a phenomenal dancer. But his fluidity and body strength weren’t the only things you noticed, you saw how Jungkook glared seductively at his reflection in the mirror, heeding Jojo and Bongyoung’s advice when they told the group to imagine someone else they’d be dancing in front of. You wondered who Jungkook was thinking about. The possibility of it being you sent a shiver down your spine and a strange sensation to your core.

All the females watched with slack jaws as the group grind their clothed crotches into the floor repetitively, sex almost literally oozing off their performance. Jungkook leaned his weight onto one knee as he knelt and moved with a sense of cockiness, performing the succeeding movements with an expression you couldn’t read.

By the time he and his group had finished, you would have been lying if you claimed that there wasn’t a dampness in your yoga pants. You thought about excusing yourself, but as you approached Jojo to tell her, her face lit up with excitement as she told you that it was your turn and that she wanted to see you make the dance your own.

You smiled stiffly, eyes widening slightly as you nodded and made your way back to your little corner. You took a swig of water, just enough to temporarily quench your thirst and at the same time not make you feel bloated or too full, thereafter slowly walking towards the centre front and facing yourself in the mirror.

You found Jungkook a way towards the back end of the room, watching your group gather together as he swung his own swig of water down his throat. You gulped at the sight of his neck, his veins particularly prominent because of the sweat he was yet to wipe away. You tore your eyes off of him, heat rising in your cheeks as Jojo motioned for the sound manager to restart the song again. You swallowed your blush, letting the electronic music change your personality entirely and digging yourself deeper into the song.

As Tinashe’s voice broke through the quiet chatter in the room, you lifted your head to look at yourself, hoodie off, skin glistening and hair neatly pulled back into your signature ponytail. The bass exploded gently through the speakers and your body instinctively moved to the routine you by then tried to know by heart. Your hands glided over the swell of your breasts, raking your nails slightly over the skin that was covered by the elastic fabric and you just knew that Jungkook was watching you.

You just knew that he was watching how you were shaking your ass and how your yoga pants gave him a little more than enough for his imagination. You didn’t care that there were other people in the room; your eyes were no longer trained on your reflection but on his. You watched his stiff image, watched him swallow down a gulp and clench his fists a little too tight as you dropped and spread your legs. You flipped yourself over and displayed your back for the mirror to portray, thereafter finding your way to stand on your feet. You could see Jungkook’s eyes lowering down to your legs as you drove them inwards and out, eyes then snapping back up to yours as you raised your arms as high as you could. You could see the girls behind you hesitate as the finale of the routine came, imitating you as you walked forward and crossed your legs as you did, turning and maintaining eye contact with your reflection. You spun your head the right way as you walked toward the back end of the room, your eyes finding Jungkook’s as you whipped your arms to the sides and fell to the floor; lifting up your torso in attempts at teasing him even more by bringing your hands up to your face, letting them slowly drag down the length of your body as you rolled your torso to the continuing beat of the song.

From there you delved into your own freestyle, the girls behind you well into their own choreography at this point but you didn’t let that bother you; you had your own stage and audience. Swinging your legs to bring you into a kneeling position, you found Jungkook’s reflection once more. His head was slightly tilted downwards and you swear his eyes seemed to dilate more and more as you raked your hands over your sides with every movement.

By the time Jojo had asked the sound director to cut the music, you were slightly out of breath but more so invigorated by the whole performance.

“That was phenomenal!” Jojo exclaimed, clapping her hands and making everyone else follow suit. Your face started to heat up a little, was something wrong with the air-conditioning or was it just you?

Jojo came over to hug you, squeezing you extra tight right before letting go and moving to the other girls in your unit and giving them a hug each. You were panting for breath, catching Bongyoung’s eye and huffing abashedly as he gave you a wink and a thumbs up. You returned the gesture and turned your attention back to Jojo for any further instructions or announcements.

“I want you and Jeon Jungkook to pair up for the video” Jojo said.

You didn’t know if you heard right so your face stayed frozen with the smile before you had to ask her to repeat what she said.

Bongyoung called Jungkook over, the young man’s eyes just as wide as yours.

“Tim’s flying in tomorrow, be here by 9AM, okay?”

“Y-yes, sunbae” you and Jungkook utter.