Most Beautiful Moment in Life: An Epic Jikook Love Story ✔

Chapter Twenty-Five: Give Jimin What He Wants

Trigger Warnings for this Chapter:

Explicit Sex Scenes (You've been warned, per the chapter title haha)

Adult Language (As Always) 

December 2015:

It had been weeks and it felt like years. Jimin was so horny he just laid on his belly while he watched Jungkook dance so that no one who walked by or looked in at the cameras could see his raging boner.

"Jungkookah, Jesus, I can't take it."

Jungkook:

He looked over at Jimin laying belly down on the floor of the dance studio, head perched on his hands. He paused the music for the dance they were working on and went over to collapse in a heap next to Jimin.

"What?" He said, breathing heavy...

"You know what, Jungkook! I'm horny as fuck."

"Wanna go to the bathroom?" Jungkook gave him a few hopeful eye raises and Jimin punched him, laughing. "I don't want my cock sucked in a bathroom stall, I want my boyfriend to fuck me hard and make me forget my name..." As he spoke, his voice dropped and he grabbed Jungkook's thigh savagely.

Jungkook smacked his ass playfully. "That's 'cause you are a slut for the dick." He laughed but Jimin didn't.

"Look, JK, it's the truth, I'm a fucking slut for the dick." He said in a serious voice. He grabbed Jungkook's through his pants, not caring if the cameras were on or recording or if anyone was watching...

"Jimin," JK blushed and moved his hand.

"Look Jungkookah, Namjoon is leaving for the weekend again, I think he is already gone. Can we please..?"

"No!" Jungkook was saying it before he could stop himself. Jimin's face fell. He took his hand, "Look Jimin, I could be on the bottom again." Jimin glared at him. 

"That's not what I want Jungkookah. It is fun but it's not what I really want." He tried to look into his face, "and I don't think it's really what you want either, Jungkook." He drew close to his neck, breathing him in and whispered, "Is that what you dream about at night?"

Jungkook half shook his head, unconsciously betraying the truth.

"Jungkook, look at me please..." Jungkook unwillingly met Jimin's eyes. "I need it," he was pleading. "Jungkook, please. I am begging, you are making me beg for this?"

He tore his eyes from Jimin's, looking down. "I just like it better on the bottom, I think that's better for us." He lied.

Jimin looked close to tears but his eyes narrowed in anger. "That's not what I fucking want, Jungkook."

Jungkook felt trapped, suddenly angry now too. Why did Jimin want to be hurt!? Why didn't he just let it go?

"If you need to get dicked down that bad, maybe you should ask the blonde boy from stage crew," he found himself growling. "His dick looks like it's probably small enough for you."

Jimin looked like he had been slapped. "Fuck you, Jungkook." Tears came to his eyes. "Do whatever you want, I don't give a fuck." Jungkook was already getting to his feet. "And you obviously don't give a fuck about me or what I want either." He was angrier than ever suddenly to see Jungkook leaving like this.

"Yeah I don't give a fuck, that's right," Jungkook yelled over his shoulder as he slammed out of the room.

Jimin sat there alone in the dance studio and cried. At that moment, he wasn't sure if he hated himself or Jungkook more.