Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Arrest Me

Jungkook was grateful his partner was with him in the worst moment of his life, don't get him wrong, but he hated that he was seeing him so weak.  Park Jimin was not only his best friend and partner on the Seoul Police Department, but also one of two people in the unit that he had a raging crush on.

Something he wasn't grateful for, though, was that he'd just blown his first big case before the promotion interviews.

"Don't worry about it.  Even if they do take it into consideration for some reason, it isn't going to change the fact that you're the best man for the job," Jimin assured him over their third shot of tequila.  "Besides, all the higher ups have made mistakes before.  They can't hold that against you."

Jungkook smiled sadly at his partner over his shot glass as he ordered another round.  "Even if they don't consider it, I'm not going to get it anyway."

Jimin frowned at him.  "Why do you think that?"

"Because you're going to get it," Jungkook stated simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Me?  But I don't even want it.  I'm happy being a detective and being your partner.  If anyone beats you out it's going to be Detective Taehyung.  Chief Min has it bad for him," Jimin chuckled, slapping Jungkook's shoulder.  "Or Lieutenant Jung.  Our chief is a sucker for a tall pretty boy."

Jungkook shook his head.  "Nah.  That forensic scientist guy, Kim Namjoon, he said you're a shoe-in."

Jimin smirked and quirked his eyebrow, but somehow managed to still look slightly annoyed.  "Oh don't even act like that.  'That forensic scientist guy'...as if it isn't obvious you have the world's biggest crush on the guy!"

He laughed, but in Jungkook's drunken state he didn't notice that Jimin sounded bitter.  Instead he shook his head, spilling a bit of his drink on his sleeve.  "As if!  Besides, even if I did, he's way out of my league.  He's probably dating that model we used for the posters anyway.  What was his name?  Yeon Kimin?  Kim Seokmin?  Min Seok-kim?"

"Kim Seokjin," Jimin corrected dreamily.  "Now that is a handsome guy."

"He's not that handsome," Jungkook mumbled under his breath, spilling more tequila on the wood topped bar.

Jimin giggled, melting Jungkook's heart and making it ache with a deep want.  "Jungkook, you're a handsome guy too, in case you didn't already know that.  So I wouldn't worry about 'that forensic scientist guy' being out of your league, or anyone else for that matter."

"You're out of my league," he blurted out.  He meant to think it, not to say it, but his mouth worked faster than his inebriated brain.  Jungkook's eyes widened and he downed the rest of his shot.

"Me?" Jimin was also wide eyed and slack jawed.  He watched Jungkook fiddle with his glass as he waited for the bartender to bring another.  "You think I'm out your league?  Are you kidding me?  Look at you.  You're tall and muscular and your jaw line...Jesus!  Your jawline could cut steel!  Plus you've got the tattoos and piercings and that whole bad boy thing going for you.  Every woman and man in the precinct would line up to be with you if you weren't too shy to notice them."

Jungkook was too drunk to hear praises from Jimin.  It did things to his heart that his sober mind would have been able to shut down.  Like this, though, he didn't stand a chance next to his beautiful charmer of a partner.

"Would you be in the line?" he asked, feeling the kind of bold you only feel with liquid courage coursing through your veins.

Jimin quirked an eyebrow again, intensely studying his face through his own drunkenness.  "In the very front."

Before Jungkook could make some kind of comeback, Jimin crushed their lips together and flicked his tongue across his bottom lip.  Even through his alcohol stupor, Jungkook felt the importance of this moment.  He savored every taste and sensation as Jimin sucked on his lip and his tongue, grazing teeth across his tongue before gripping his hair tightly. 

"We better pay and get out of here before we do something that will land us in our own precinct," Jimin suggested, Jungkook nodding with fervor.

They crashed into Jungkook's apartment, tumbling into the living room floor.  They tore at each other's clothes as lips and tongues and hands explored each new exposed area.

"Top or bottom?" Jimin asked breathlessly.

"I'm a verse.  It doesn't matter to me.  Whatever you want, I'm in," Jungkook admitted, gasping for air.

Jimin smiled a bit shyly.  "I-well, I've never been a top before.  I wouldn't mind trying it."

"Done," Jungkook said, connecting their lips again.  "But that means the next time, I'm topping."

"Okay," Jimin agreed easily as he greedily eyed Jungkook's length.  "It's really hard not to just tell you to top me right now, honestly.  I didn't know you were packing that."

Jungkook smirked.  "I'd be more than happy to give it to you."

"Not this time," Jimin shook his head.  "You said I could top, I'm going to top."

They made their way through his apartment to the bedroom, colliding against every wall along the way.  Jungkook went to the bathroom to clean himself out and Jimin gathered lube and condoms from the nightstand.  When Jungkook came back, he held up the dildo he'd found in the drawer and waved it at him.

"Want me to use this on you first?" Jimin waggled his eyebrows and grinned in a way that made Jungkook's heart skip a beat.

"You're so fucking pretty.  I want you to do whatever you want to me," Jungkook declared.

Jimin prepped him using his tongue and fingers, then finally the dildo, until he was ready for more.

"Dammit, Jimin, just get in me already!" Jungkook groaned, panting as he thrust the dildo in and out of him.

Rolling on a condom and lubing himself up, Jimin complied.  Thrust after thrust, they gasped each other's air, kissing and nipping at each other until Jungkook reached between them to stroke himself.

"Cum for me," Jimin permitted.  "I wanna see you cum so I can cum deep inside you."

Jungkook's body seized up, convulsing on Jimin until he was following his lead.  When they were done, they held each other, un-moving and panting into the sliver of space between them.  Jimin slid himself from Jungkook and cleaned them both up.

"I should probably go, right?" Jimin's tone was somewhat hopeful as he waited for Jungkook to confirm or tell him to stay.

"Just hold me.  Please?  Will you stay and hold me?" Jungkook asked hesitantly.

Jimin grinned wide.  "Yeah.  Yeah, of course."

He slid under the covers, both men still naked, and wrapped Jungkook up in his arms.  They held each other tightly as they slept, not knowing that chaos that their drunken night would cause the next morning.

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(1130 words)

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger. 

I'll give you more later, Lovely Army's.  

;)