Fuckable Friend || Jikook & Vmin

08

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"Friends with benefits, my ass. He’s mine.

— J.M. Madden
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After finishing their meal, Jimin washed the dishes while Jungkook cleared the table and then proceeded to swipe and mop the floor.

Satisfied with the result of their chores, they both settled onto the couch, embracing an awkward yet strangely comfortable silence.

Jimin closed his eyes, taking slow breaths, while Jungkook gazed at the ceiling, searching for the right words to speak.

Their tranquil atmosphere was disrupted by the prolonged ringing of the doorbell.

At 4:50 PM, Jungkook volunteered to answer the door.

To his dismay, he found the last person he wanted to see standing there—Kim Taehyung, the guy who couldn't seem to mind his own business.

Taehyung's gaze briefly swept over Jimin, who was only half-dressed with his upper abdomen exposed and his muscles flexing.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Who is that?" Jimin inquired from the couch where he still lazily lounged, clad only in a towel.

"No one important," Jungkook replied, giving Taehyung a dismissive look.

Taehyung, however, made his way inside, shouldering past Jungkook without any concern for the stinging pain that resulted.

"Ouch," he muttered under his breath.

"Still up for the project?" Taehyung asked, his tone light, as he directed his attention to Jimin, a camera hanging from his neck.

"What project?" Jimin questioned, puzzled.

"The one we were assigned to do for art class, taking photos," Taehyung clarified, revealing his camera.

"Ah, I completely forgot about that. Let me get dressed, and then we can start," Jimin said, rolling off the couch and heading upstairs, leaving Jungkook to close the door with a scoff and roll of his eyes.

"Make it quick and get out," Jungkook said, sounding cold and dismissive, not caring about Jimin's feelings toward his rude response.

"Well, this doesn't look like your house, and I don't see how this is your business. Why are you here?" Taehyung retorted, his curiosity piqued.

Jimin returned, now dressed in a black shirt and grey pants.

"I see you're wearing my shirt," Jungkook observed, ignoring Taehyung's question.

Jimin glanced at the shirt he was wearing.

"Sorry, I didn't know it was yours. If you want, I can change," Jimin offered.

Jungkook chuckled. "There's no need. You look cute wearing my shirt."

Taehyung remained dumbfounded, watching the two engage in conversation.

"We had quite a bit of fun last night," Jungkook smirked, glancing back at Taehyung, who was left hoping against hope that his thoughts were incorrect.

He looked at Jimin, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Jungkook, shut up. Nothing happened last night," Jimin said, playfully hitting Jungkook's shoulder.

"Tell that to the hickey on your neck. And stop acting so innocent; yesterday you were literally grindi—"