Fuckable Friend || Jikook & Vmin

09

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"There are many benefits to having good friends, but friends with benefits are much more fun..."
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Never.

You want me to leave?" Jungkook pouted, gazing at Jimin with his big, innocent eyes.

Jimin glanced at Jungkook's eyes before turning his face away.

"Don't look at me with those eyes, and yes, I want you to leave. I have somewhere important to be today," Jimin replied, his face saddening at the thought of the significant event he needed to attend.

"Where do you have to be that's more important than me?" Jungkook asked, pouting once again.

Jimin glared at Jungkook before answering rather rudely, "None of your business."

"Why are you being so sensitive, Jimin-ah?" Jungkook inquired, moving closer and patting the shorter boy's hair.

"You don't know anything about me. Don't act like you do," Jimin retorted, avoiding his touch and pushing his hand away.

"So, help me discover the things I still have no clue about. Perhaps it may lead to me...fucking you," Jungkook said with a sly grin.

"You're such a naughty boy," Jimin remarked, playfully hitting Jungkook on the shoulder.

He then relaxed on the couch, feeling exhausted.

"Just for you, baby. Anyways, I'll go prepare dinner. It's already too late for lunch. What about pasta?"

Jungkook got up and headed for the kitchen. "Pasta's great!" Jimin exclaimed, grabbing the remote, ready to watch a new kdrama.

Jungkook entered the kitchen wearing a black and white apron, skillfully preparing dinner.

In the meantime, Jimin had fallen asleep.

After about an hour, he woke up to the enticing aroma of freshly cooked food wafting through the air.

"God, that smells good," he mumbled, following the irresistible scent that led him to the dining room.

He sat down, rubbing his hands together, with drool already forming in his mouth.

Before him lay a plate full of spaghetti, sauce, and meatballs, topped with a sprig of basil.

There were a golden spoon and knife on one side, a fork and a napkin on the other, a large wine glass, and a Château Margaux, a perfect red wine.

The table was impeccably set.

Jungkook arrived a few minutes later, wearing Jimin's button-up shirt, which was unfortunately a bit too small for him but still manageable.

The shirt clung tightly to his muscular body, and it seemed like the buttons might burst off at any moment.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his captivating tattoos, and his hair was slicked back with an excessive amount of gel he had found in Jimin's cupboard.

Not to be forgotten, Jungkook wore a seductive smile on his face.

"Jungkook, what is this?" Jimin asked, giggling.

"Wait, something's missing," Jungkook said, tilting his head thoughtfully.

"Oh, yes!" Jungkook dashed to the kitchen, grabbed two vanilla-scented candles, and placed them in the center of the table.

"So, what do you think about it?" Jungkook asked excitedly.

"It's perfect," Jimin replied, but curiosity got the best of him.

"Where did you get these things? You didn't leave the house, did you?" he asked suspiciously.

"It doesn't matter where I got them," Jungkook brushed off Jimin's concerns.

"What matters is that this is a date." Jimin playfully glared at Jungkook.

"What date? I never accepted it; I'm just hungry," he said, already taking a bite of the food.

"This tastes good," he added with his mouth full.

"You know you shouldn't even be here. Playboys are all jerks, but your food is to die for," Jimin continued, causing Jungkook's smile to drop.

Jimin noticed the change in Jungkook's demeanor.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing. I just said it's delicious," Jungkook replied, trying to regain his composure.

"Okay, thanks," Jimin said, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Can I have your number?" Jungkook asked, trying to change the topic.

Jimin knew he would say no.

"Why?" Jimin asked, fully expecting a rejection.

"Because I don't feel lonely when I'm with you," Jungkook confessed, making Jimin blush.

He reluctantly passed his phone to Jungkook, who entered his number and tested it out.

Jungkook noticed the message that popped up: "I wanted to apologize for my previous actions. I hope we can be friends."

Jungkook entered the message, glancing at the profile picture of Taemin dressed in a black suit sitting in his black Ferrari.

Jungkook then proceeded to block the number and delete it, a proud smirk on his face.

"Perfect," Jungkook said a little too loudly, earning Jimin's curious gaze.

"What?"

"No, nothing. I said it's delicious," Jungkook quickly replied.

Jimin continued eating, and an intense stare-off between the two eventually led to laughter, lightening the mood.

Jungkook then put down his fork, his gaze fixed on Jimin's eyes.

"Now, for the real question: where did you meet someone like Taehyung? He's so annoying. All he does is annoy me 24/7 and make me jealous. I mean, he should just let me have my way with you," Jungkook remarked.

Jimin laughed, nearly choking on his food.

"Why are you laughing? Do I look like I'm joking? I'm dead serious. I'll fuck you, and everyone will know, including that bitch,"

Jimin kept laughing, tears forming in his eyes.

"I'll explain real quick." His phone started ringing, interrupting their special moment.

He checked the caller ID and said, "I'm sorry; I'll have to take this one." Jungkook pouted, trying to convince him to stay, but Jimin just laughed and excused himself to the bathroom.

The phone displayed "Samsung Hospital."

Jimin answered the call worriedly.

Jimin: Hello?

Samsung Hospital: Hi, is this Park Jimin ?

Jimin: Yes, how can I help you?

Samsung Hospital: I'm sorry to announce to you that, due to some complications in your mom's health, her death has been confirmed for July 15th at 6:30. Please come as soon as possible to see her one last time.

Devastation

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