Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Saving Face Pt. 3: Like Crazy

Jimin felt his back hit the wall of the Hybe building's dance studio.  He was half drunk from the start of the dance practice and it wasn't water in his bottle that he'd been chugging during the breaks.

Jungkook looked equally as inebriated as he pressed his lips up Jimin's neck and jaw, hands sliding under his shirt as Jimin shuddered underneath him.  A sober Jimin and a sober Jungkook would have awkwardly have ignored the sexual tension that had been brewing between them the last few weeks.  It was nearing two months since their break up and they'd been very diligent about spending the summer as separated as possible, but award show practice and concert practice was making that very difficult.

Maybe Taehyung was right, Jimin thought as Jungkook unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down just enough to reveal his rear.  Maybe we really are always going to keep coming back to each other.

Jungkook sat on a chair and dragged Jimin with him, pulling his pants the rest of the way off.

"Ride me, Jimin," Jungkook demanded, half slurring his words with his deep voice.  "Look me in my eyes and ride me."

Jimin complied, legs feeling like jello.  He wasn't sure if it was Jungkook's voice or the alcohol that made his knees buckle, but he obediently sat on Jungkook's lap facing him.

Through his drunken haze, Jimin remembered each slap of skin.  He remembered the breathless moans against his neck.  He remembered large hands groping everywhere, tugging at his hair and kisses on his chest.  He remembered the feeling of Jungkook's tongue on his nipples as well as the scrape of his teeth.  He remembered the feeling  of Jungkook stroking into him at the same pace that he stroked his length.  He remembered the moment of euphoria when he released and the way Jungkook's name tumbled from his lips.  He remembered hearing his own name groaned against his collarbone as the feeling of Jungkook's release filled him completely full.

Then he remembered the yelling.  The hastily thrown on clothes.  The disappointment etched in the faces of the other members as they smelled the alcohol and sex in the practice room and caught them tangled up with each other.  He remembered the anger and disgust in Taehyung's voice as he explained just how upset with Jimin he was.

"I know you're hurting here, Jimin, but Jungkook's hurting worse.  He's vulnerable right now.  You left him.  You don't get to do this.  You don't get to toy with him.  You don't get to play with him and pick him up when you feel like it then sit him back down when it's no longer convenient for you.  I'm so disappointed in you right now.  For once, I can't find it in me to be on your side here.  I don't even recognize you right now."

Jimin smiled sadly as his tears spilled over.  "I just wanted to numb the pain."

"There are better ways than this.  Now he's going to have hope.  Now he's going to be hurt all over again and that's your fault too.  I hope you're happy."

Hobi put his arms around Jimin's shaking shoulders.  He let Jimin turn into him and sob against his chest.

"It's okay, Jimin.  I understand.  Taehyung's seeing both sides, but he doesn't get it.  I pray he never gets it the way we do.  He doesn't understand what you've been through.  Not really.  I do, though.  And I'm here for you."

Jimin cried until his tears were all cried out.  Then he drank the rest of his 'water' bottle and began to write.

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A/N: One more left.  The good one.  :)