Be Mine | Jikook 🔞 [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

Here you go!I had fun writing this...For people who were anticipating...Jimin meets Sr. Jeon in this...he heI should really stop saying this is another short fic. I was supposed to wrap this between 40 to 50k and I'm nowhere near completion. Like the plot and characters just won't accept a short fic. So there's much more to come. Bear with me peeps.

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Jungkook's entire body hurt when he woke up next morning. He didn't know what time it was. He looked around him, realizing he was in Jimin's bed, wearing yet another t-shirt that belonged to Jimin.

Rubbing his eyes groggily, he threw his legs off the bed to sit up, groaning when the pain shot through his spine.

Fuck.

Jimin really did a number on him last night. It was then the soreness in his body registered. He had lost count of his orgasm after the second time and vaguely remembered cumming dry on his third or was it fourth?

While Jimin had always been soft and slow with him the previous times, last night was as if he had unknowingly unleashed something in him. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair as he tried to remember last night.

His memory was scattered. He remembered a soft voice murmuring in his ears asking what his color was and him mumbling green. He remembered crying and begging for Jimin to not stop. He remembered soft hands cleaning him after and pulling him against a firm chest.

Jungkook sighed and stood up, stumbling a little as he took further steps. Damn. His ass was sore and every part of his body hurt.

Note to self: Do not rile Jimin.

Then, Jungkook would vouch it was the BEST sex he ever had. So he wouldn't put it past him to not hope for it again. But definitely he'd need a break before he offered his ass to Jimin again. He had a strange feeling that he'd be doing that a lot now that he knew how great it was.

He freshened up quickly and gave up on covering his limp. Fuck it. It was taking more effort to hide his limp and he was drained. His throat hurt from where Jimin had almost squeezed the life out of him and also maybe from screaming so much during sex. He rubbed it gently and headed out. He'd have to call Namjoon and ask him to bring his stuff over. There was no way he could go to work like this.

Taehyung was in the kitchen, munching on an apple and he saw Jimin standing by the window, talking to someone on the phone. His back was to him. He was still dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.

"Hello, Jungkook, good morning." Taehyung greeted with a boxy smile that caught Jungkook off guard. He rarely saw him smile before and whenever he did, it was tight-lipped and never reached his eyes. This was different. He was extremely handsome.

"Good morning," Jungkook croaked, finding his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, cupping it to rub and alleviate some pain.

Taehyung dropped the apple on a plate and slid off the stool to approach him with a concerned gaze. His hand lifted and he paused. "May I?"

Jungkook nodded.

Taehyung caught his chin, tilting his head slightly, and cursed under his breath. "You're really a lucky fucker, Jeon." He shook his head and went to rummage through a cabinet, emerging with a kit. "Sit."

Jungkook did as he was told, gaze flicking to Jimin briefly and seeing he was still on call.

"Here, drink some water." Taehyung poured a glass of warm water and Jungkook immediately grabbed it, remembering suddenly how thirsty he was.