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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓-𝐌𝐄-𝐍𝐎𝐓

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jungkook carefully wrapped the bandages around jimin's shoulder. the elder winced at the pain.

"why didn't you let me come with you?" he asked.
jimin looked up at jungkook – his longish dyed red ends fell over his face, he licked his lips, making the piercing in his lip give off a sparkle. he was breathtaking.

"I met taehyung." he whispered.

"what?" jungkook stopped, trying to look into jimin's eyes, but his head was down. jungkook tried brushing off the thought of wanting to see taehyung and continued tying the bandage.

"if you were there, I don't think things would've gone as planned." jimin said with a chuckle. "he talked about you... he cried for you."

"that doesn't mean anything..." jungkook whispered. "he did what he did, and he'll have to pay for it."

jimin wanted to tell jungkook about taehyung's tears, the way he was devastated about his death. jimin was quite sure that taehyung was forced to do it, but telling anything to jungkook would probably be worthless.
jungkook made up his mind long ago, and most of all, jimin knows only half of the story, he should let them solve this all out by themselves.

"he gave me this bag with drugs... he said he stole it from you a long time ago and wanted me to put it at your grave or something." jimin explained and pulled the bag out of his pocket.

"that little snitch." jungkook grabbed the bag and tossed it in the trash. it has probably expired by now. "did you tell him I don't have a grave? that would've been suspicious, right? what did you say?"

"I actually didn't respond." jimin said. "i-"
he thought if it would've been a good idea to tell jungkook how he was about to tell taehyung about him being alive.
probably not.
"ouch!"

"sorry..." jungkook tied the two little bandage strips together and patted jimin's shoulder slightly.
"you're lucky that dude was half blind or something. the bullet just went through the side of your shoulder."

from the back jungkook looked like yoongi to jimin. maybe jimin was just thinking about the elder too much. jimin knew he was a little bit of a slut, but when it comes to yoongi and hoseok who wouldn't be?
jimin stood up and went over to jungkook who was putting away the medical utensils near his table. he wrapped his arms around the younger's abs, feeling them through the shirt.

"put on your shirt." jungkook said and closed a drawer.

"don't wanna." jimin laid his head on jungkook's shoulder.

"if that's your way of expressing gratitude then you're welcome, now let me go." jungkook tried wriggling out of jimin's grasp but failed.

jimin took jungkook by his waist and dragged him to the couch, pushing the younger on it. jungkook fell onto the soft surface and gave jimin a confusing look.

"what are you–" jungkook watched jimin climb on top of him and press him into the couch. "jimin, I'm not hoseok, in case you haven't noticed."

"quite aware of that."
jimin sat on top of jubgkook's hips and smirked.

"get your shlong away from me, pervert!" jungkook placed his hands on jimin's shoulders in attempt of pushing him away.

"that's not what you said the day we did something unholy along with hoseok." jimin chuckled leaning closer.

"y-yeah, but that was different..." jungkook blushed. it had been the first time he fully submitted to both hoseok and jimin that day, and he must admit, jimin wasn't a bad top.
but neither could compare to taehyung.

oh god... taehyung.
jungkook closed his eyes, letting himself sink in the ocean of memories.
he missed absolutely everything about taehyung – from the way he hugs him, to the way he fucks him. those were the best fucks in jungkook's life.

"I know you're thinking about him." jimin whispered into jungkook's ear, licking the shell afterwards.
"I wonder how it feels to know you're loved back..."

jungkook didn't hear jimin. through his closed eyes, in the darkness of his mind, he imagined taehyung with his dark hair, leaning over and whispering words of comfort into jungkook's ear.
he touched jimin, imagining it was taehyung... his collarbones, his lips.

jungkook knew if he opened his eyes, everything would be ruined. he kept them closed, trying to trick his own mind.

jimin grabbed jungkook's jaw and gently opened his mouth, letting his tongue in. unlike during other times, jungkook didn't fight for dominance. that's when jimin understood what jungkook was doing.

jimin had fantasies of fucking min yoongi – the boss of their rival gang. yes, you heard that right, jimin, who has been a bottom practically his whole life wanted to top yoongi. there was something about him, the way he talked and walked, min yoongi was simply a big softie on the inside. jimin could read people like a book, he was familiar with the yoongi type.

jimin wasn't kissing jungkook, neither was jungkook kissing jimin. physically, they were, but both had the image of a completely different person in mind.
jungkook's piercing felt heavenly against jimin's lips in the kiss, he was even in a way jealous taehyung would get to kiss those lips every single day.

jimin's hands slid down jungkook's body, stopping at the hem of his jeans. he lifted up his shirt and let his hands roam around, earning a soft moan from jungkook.

"I'm sorry– am I interrupting you two?"
the two pulled away and glanced at hoseok who stood in the doorway.
"since when does jungkook willingly let jimin do things like that to him? jungkook are you okay? you must've hit your head too hard."

"no, I just let him... for some reason." jungkook mumbled and pulled down his shirt.

jimin, who kept sitting on jungkook's thighs, straddling him, exhaled loudly.
"you ruined the moment, hobi."

"I'm pretty sure jungkook wouldn't let you fuck him." hoseok responded.

"right. so uh-" jungkook gently pushed jimin off and stood up. "I'll get going."

he grabbed his leather jacket from the hanger and quickly threw it on before exiting the room.
hoseok placed the thin stack of papers he brought with himself on top of jungkook's table and walked over to jimin, who was sitting on the couch, frowning.

"what's with your shoulder?" hoseok asked.

"got injured during the mission. it's alright now, jungkook helped me."

"I see jungkook also helped you get hard." hoseok chuckled and jimin blushed a little, trying to cover his bulge with his hands.

"I'll go then." jimin stood up from the couch but was immediately caught by hoseok.

"where to?" hoseok asked and pulled jimin closer. "let's spend some time together."

"why?"

"because I love..." hoseok grabbed jimin by his waist and leaned into his ear. "I love fucking you."

"of course."

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