Jikook smut

Look past the sweat

On Ao3

Author:prettied

Summary:Jungkook leans in, and his next words are a rasp against Jimin's ear. "What would Namjoon say if he saw you like this? Fucking soaked around your hyung's fingers?"

Warning:Boypussy

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"Hyung! I'm home!"

Jungkook hears the electronic lock chime twice and the sound of the door closing, and glances up at the clock hung on the wall. Jimin's back later than usual.

"What has our Jiminie back so late, huh?" he calls out, eyes not leaving the monitor, and promptly lets a colourful string of expletives leave his mouth when his Pikachu gets grabbed and slammed off the platform by Namjoon's ugly ass Bowser. He barely registers the 'club took longer than usual' that Jimin yells back.

GAME, declares the announcer, and the screen cuts to Bowser stomping his foot and posing obnoxiously as Pikachu claps in a smaller window. Jungkook gapes a little before turning on Namjoon, who looks irritatingly smug . "Fuck you!"

A loud sigh sounds. "You're lucky eomma isn't here to wash your mouth out with soap right now," Jimin admonishes with an audible pout, before he rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks, eyes going wide as he realises Jungkook has company. He's wearing his school uniform, clothing rumpled, and he still has his bag slung over one shoulder. " Oh. Joonie-hyung. I didn't know you - hyungie didn't tell me you were going to be over."

Namjoon does a complete 180, from looking grossly self-satisfied about his win to giving Jimin a charming smile - the one that makes his dimples pop, the one that has all the girls at school swooning over him, and Jungkook hates how his baby brother practically melts. "It's nice to see you again, Jimin-ah."

Jimin returns the smile, a little dopily. His cheeks are suspiciously flushed. "Ah - it's. It's nice to see you too, hyung. You, uh. You look good. Today."

Namjoon laughs softly, and what the fuck. "Thanks. You look good too."

Jimin's eyes go wider. His cheeks redden even more, and he shifts on his feet.

What the fuck?

Jungkook stares at Jimin, hard, but his younger brother resolutely ignores his gaze, clearing his throat. "Um. I'm just going to be in my room. If anyone needs me." And then he's zooming off, socked feet almost silent on the floor while the acrylic of the anime keychains on his bag clink together like bells.

The second he's out of earshot, Jungkook turns and glares. "Stop flirting with my little brother."

Reclining on his chair, Namjoon wears a smirk that Jungkook wants to punch right off his face. "He's so fun to tease, though."

"I mean it, asshole. I don't need you... tainting him."

"Me? Tainting him?" He scoffs. "Have you seen the way he looks at me? If I'm not severely misreading it - which I'm not - I don't think he's as innocent as you think."