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6 : Hate sex is the best sex

Jungkook reached Jimin's house and looked around nervously. He didn't know if he was supposed to wait here or go to the actor's bedroom directly. If he learned anything at all from his past experience it was anything but. With an unsure heart, he did walk into the man's bedroom.

He could hear the shower running, so he looked around, seeing the room properly. There weren't many pictures or posters except one in which Jimin and Kyla were laughing while eating ice cream. It caused Jungkook to grin as he looked at the two in similar, black caps, one saying 'best boss ever,' and the other one saying, 'best employee ever.' He became sure that Kyla must have gotten these for Jimin. Although, he couldn't imagine Jimin now smiling so heartily as in the photograph. 

The next thing he did was slide open the bedside drawer, and as quickly as he opened it, he closed it with a clang after seeing a rabbit toy, accidentally smacking his head off of one of the shelves by the closet. He panicked when heard the running water stop and watched Jimin walking out drenched and naked. 

"I am so sorry," Jungkook turned around, keeping his eyes on the floor while Jimin idly walked back into the bathroom. Now, Jungkook watched the man's buttocks in the glass reflection under bright lights as he was walking away.

Jimin returned in a towel wrapped around his waist and an extra in his hand. "Come over here and dry my hair."

Jungkook's dick twitched, experiencing a flux of heat washing over him because of what he had seen. Jimin handed the towel indifferently to him.

With gentle dabs, he started drying the black hair. Jimin raised his head up, dead on staring at Jungkook's flushed face, and then the gaze slowly traveled down until his crotch, unable to see the bulge as the assistant always wore loose and baggy shirts. At one point, the tension and the silence of the room were so thick that Jungkook was sure Jimin was testing his perseverance and self-restraint with the way he was innocently looking up at his face, blinking and just breathing.

"All done."

"Hm," Jimin now fell back on the bed just like that, keeping his feet squarely placed on the floor while his wet locks sprawled all over the mattress.

Jungkook brought the wet towel to the laundry box all the while breathing deeply to calm himself.

"Is there anything else you want me for?" He asked as he returned, seeing Jimin in the same position, not moving at all.

"Make me a drink," Craning his neck around to see from the mattress, Jimin asked. "Did you eat yet?"

"I was going to order something. I'll do it later."

"Didn't Kyla tell you?" Jimin now sat up, raking his fingers through his hair, exposing his shimmering forehead. 

Jungkook cluelessly looked, still admiring how effortlessly beautiful the man was. "When you are here, you eat inside the house. The kitchen is open twenty-four-seven. You can demand anything you want. You will be sleeping here tonight. We are leaving for Jeju for the shoot day after, right?"

"Yes, your first scene is at four in the evening," Jungkook answered from the distance. 

Nodding, Jimin considered what he wanted to say and Jungkook anticipated he'd mention the amphetamines, only, the actor didn't. "I will talk to you in the morning then, go on now. Get me a drink and eat before you sleep. That'd be all."

"O-kayyy..." Jungkook voiced out and turned around unsurely, still thinking if he came here to just dry the actor's hair and to make him a drink. 

**

Not delaying, Jungkook when stepped into the room after knocking along with Jimin's drink, the actor was now in a black t-shirt and blue denim, smelling of roses from his fresh shower. On bare skin, there wasn't a hint of make-up. He was only wearing his huge, silver rings on his hands.