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"Does he make you feel like I do," her skin was damp under his lips; to make a point he nipped along her collar bone as if to emphasise every deliberate thrust. The metal zipper on his jeans was scratching at the sensitive skin of his upper thigh, and there was a bit of her hair in his mouth, but the rest of his senses were far too overwhelmed to care about either of those sensations.
"Kookie," she whined, her head falling back, allowing Jungkook better access to her already marked throat. Nothing but instinct assured him the bruises littering her skin were courtesy of his lips and not his hyung's.
"You belong to me," JK growled, now breathing heavily into her ear. His movements were losing their fluidity and rhythm, but it was alright because he could tell she was close to, "Mi-ah," the irritation that led them to the bathroom was fading now that she was entirely at his mercy, completely absorbed by JK. Clinging to him like he was her only life force. "Say it," he mumbled weakly, most of his energy focused on lasting longer than her and pushing her over the edge that was currently taunting them both.
"I'm yours, I love you," she managed barely, clamping around him and-
"Yah! Jungkook-ah, get up!" The pillow to the face tore the maknae from his imagination and yanked him back into consciousness. Unintentionally, he sent Jimin a severe glare that caught the older member off guard. "I'm only letting that look go because I know you're still bitter that Jin fucked Mimie..." Jimin trailed off, leaving the warning open to be interpreted in the way JK's wild imagination may see fit.
"I'm not bitter," JK grumbled, sitting up strategically and remaining cautious of the duvet placement- because dreams like the one he just had carry consequences that he didn't particularly want Jimin to know about.
Leaving Jungkook to get up, Jimin sent a disbelieving glance over his shoulder and honestly JK couldn't blame him. He didn't believe himself either. It had been three days since Mimie got caught leaving Jin's room and JK had barely said more than five words to the eldest member. Thankfully their job had kept them pretty busy, but still, his avoidance tactics hadn't gone unnoticed.
Still distracted that afternoon, Namjoon finally called Jungkook out on his behaviour when he refused to record in the booth with Jin, who thankfully was on the other side of the soundproof wall whilst the interaction occurred.
"Jungkook-ah, you have no right to be mad- you have a girlfriend!" Joon insisted, ignoring JK's persistence that he wasn't upset about what had happened.
"Maybe I'm not upset that Jin couldn't keep it in his pants... Maybe it's the fact that you're a hypocrite. When I kissed Mimie, only once and only for a second, you practically shipped her off to Japan and it took you ages to forgive me. But Jin fucks her and everything is perfectly fine? How is that fair? I had actual real feelings, he just needed a warm body-,"
