Set On You | Jikook

Starring in wet dreams

Working with Jungkook is surprisingly easy, for how much of a little shit he can be. Jimin won't lie, he finds their little arguments entertaining and funny. It quickly becomes part of his routine on the set, and before he knows it nobody believes that Park Jimin doesn't like Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin will argue with Jungkook any day, any time, about anything. They are professional, and they can get along when it's needed but it doesn't change the fact that Jungkook is a sworn enemy to Jimin, no matter how many times Hoseok points out how stupid it is to still hold onto that cafe incident from ages ago.

It has happened and for Jimin, it's Jungkook's villain origin story. They are enemies although Jimin isn't sure if Jungkook is aware of his position in Jimin's life. He sure understands that Jimin has a bone to pick with him although he doesn't treat it as seriously as Jimin as the months go on. And yes, Jimin might giggle deep down at Jungkook's bites back, sometimes they are funny.

Still, Jungkook is Jimin's nemesis and it won't change even if he were to become a fucking stand-up comedian. Just because he can have a bit of a laugh, and maybe mentioned once that Jungkook is in fact, pretty hot isn't standing in his way to forever hate the director. Maybe in another life, if someone didn't try to kick him out of a good spot at a cafe, they could be friends. Maybe, just maybe, Jimin would even lean into the idea of flirting with Jungkook. Which he isn't doing, no matter how many people try to tell him that he is.

Hoseok looks up from a set design piece he is working on with a death glare, aimed straight at Jimin, "This babbling of yours will drive me insane."

"What?!" Jimin sequels out defensively, feeling like maybe he spoke too much.

"Maybe I would even flirt," Hoseok raises his voice to mock Jimin's tone, dropping the pencil and a ruler onto the huge table that Jimin is currently sitting on, swaying his legs as he talks about everything and nothing. It's easy with Hoseok, easier than it ever was with anyone.

 Hoseok groans, dragging his palms down his face, "When will you stop pretending that you don't like him?"

"Pretending?" Jimin jumps off the table. "I just want to remind you that Jungkook is an absolute asshole." He states strongly.

Hoseok sighs, nodding his head along, sarcastically. He leans both palms on the table, dropping his head before he snaps it up, glaring at Jimin again, his strong brows knitted together, "An asshole you would love to wet your dick in." He says, a devilish grin growing on his lips.

Jimin can feel the heat wave hitting his whole body, embarrassment running through his veins. He can't stop the loud gasp that leaves his mouth, his face feeling hot.

"Hoseok!" He screams, not knowing if he wants to jump his friend or hide from that smirk.

Okay, maybe he had a wet dream with Jungkook, and maybe he even thought about Jungkook fucking him against a wall after an argument but he was horny and with no brain cells in sight. Of course, when his mind cleared out (and the post nut shame and clarity hit), he right away thought " Jungkook is a shitty dude, I don't want to suck his dick. I could bite it off, though).

He shouldn't have told that to Hoseok. Anything he ever tells that man is used against him at some point. Jung Hoseok should come with a warning like the one police give you when they arrest you.

Hoseok chuckles, getting back to the writing, "One day the tension will snap," He murmurs. "And I hope I won't be in that room."

Hoseok is wrong. Hoseok is wrong and he will never be right. That's what Jimin tells himself as he goes back to work.

He avoids any chances of looking at Jungkook, even if his elbow is on Jimin's armrest again.

It has absolutely nothing to do with a very vivid image of them in an intimate position.

There are small things that can tip Jimin over when it comes to Jungkook. It started with a coffee shop table and keeps ongoing. Their relationship is full of petty small arguments that always happen when Jimin starts to think that Jungkook is an okay guy.

Which he takes as the universe keeping him intact.

Sometimes Jungkook will take a water bottle that Jimin was obviously eyeing, surely to spite Jimin. Sometimes Jungkook orders the same for dinner and takes the smaller portion, even if it's smaller by grams. Why? Does Jimin look like he eats so much? Is Jungkook trying to say something? Rude.

Today Jimin walks in the fine, early morning to his chair, lifting his script and taking his place. He is having a relatively nice day so far, slowly getting used to the early bird routine, maybe the morning life is for him after all. But the good mood is gone as soon as Jimin spots the name on the top of the script, scribbled in the most chaotic handwriting he has ever seen.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin's eye twitches, it probably is the liters of coffee he has started to drink but deep down he knows, it's because of Jungkook.

One would say to let it go. That it's not a big deal, and fair enough. If it would be anyone else, Jimin wouldn't care. But it's about Jungkook and his wrinkled up, scribbled all over, and coffee-stained copy of the script. Jimin's copy is in perfect condition with small, cute notes here and there. He won't take this disrespect.

And where even is Jungkook? It's already pretty late. Usually, Jungkook is already running around with his black coffee in hand but today Jimin can't spot a single trace of the director. He might not say it out loud but he is a bit worried. For the past few days, Jungkook didn't look his best, and no amount of soup Jimin (very hatefully) gives him seems to be helping.

Getting back his script might be an important thing but Jimin feels like he can do it later on. Right now he leaves the crumbled script on his chair and goes on a mission to find the director, just to make sure everything is okay. He is a decent human being after all.

Finding Jungkook isn't as hard of a task as Jimin first assumed it would be. He is able to locate the director pretty fast, laying on a small, run-down couch, in complete darkness outside of the few rays of sunshine that can get through blinds.

"Jungkook-ssi?" Jimin asks quietly, softly closing the door behind himself to muffle out the noise.

He walks in slowly, carefully taking every step as if he is nearing a wounded wolf. Although Jungkook looks anything but like a dangerous animal, palms shoved between his thighs, curled up almost in a ball, with someone's jacket weakly tossed on top of his body.

Jungkook makes a small sound of acknowledgment, scrunching his nose before his whole body relaxes once again.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks, not really sure what is the protocol when you start to worry about your sworn enemy.