Friendships Desires and Secrets

One More Time With Feeling

Jungkook opened his phone and quickly snapped it shut.
Amy rolled over in his arms. "What was that about?"
"Trouble. But there's nothing to worry about right now."
"Well, if it's trouble, I am going to worry right now!" Amy sat up a bit. "Is it something you can tell me?"
"Uuuumm, maybe..." He hesitated. "It's not really anything, but it sort of is, but it's not really important...shit."
"I mean, if you can't tell m-"
"Yoongi is with Jimin!" Jungkook blurted, interrupting Amy.
Amy looked confused. "Oookaay?" She said slowly. "That's good, right? He's upset, so he's with a friend."
When he looked sheepishly at the covers and began to pick off lint that wasn't there, Amy asked again, "That's good, right?"
"Princess," He sighed,looking up at her with a hint of humor teasing the corners of his mouth. "Yoongi... Is... With... Jimin."
Amy's face changed swiftly from 'ok?' to 'wait' to 'what the fuck!'
Jungkook smiled nervously. "Yeeeeaaah."
"With?" Amy asked. "With with...?"
Jungkook nodded. "See, can't do anything about it."
"Well, no. I suppose not. So wait, who texted you?"
"Namjoon hyung."
"Then how did he, never mind. I don't want to know. So what's the deal? Like, I don't get why it's trouble."
"Yoongi hyung writes some of his best songs when he and Jimin are involved. But Jimin always gets bored, and Yoongi's music gets dark. Jimin won't stay committed."
"So this is a regular thing?"
"Regular, uumm no. Well, maybe. It's happened a few times. Jimins a slut." Jungkook snickered.
"I mean, it's always been sort of obvious." Amy mused, "Alex called him an imp cause he always looks like he's up to no good. Wait. Has he... never mind. I don't want to know."
"It was a long time ago and never since. As for Tae... it was on and off during training when we weren't allowed to have significant others. But Yoongi and Jimin always happened when one or the other was really going through shit. Like they are a comfort to each other, until they aren't."
Amy nodded slowly, processing. Her mind swam with questions and images. She didn't ask, couldn't ask. She wanted to know the details, but it was in the past. Jungkook was with her now, and that's all that mattered.
"You are going to break up with me now, aren't you?" He looked to be on the verge of tears when Amy looked up at him with astonishment.
"Why would you say that?" She asked, a sudden wave of cold fear washed over her.
"Wouldn't be the first time." He stated flatly.
Amy hated the thought of him with anyone else before her, but he did have a life, and this was something that he had held back. She could see the anxiety and fear all over his down-cast face. "Would you judge me for my past?" She asked softly.
Jungkook shook his head, and his bottom lip disappeared. She had seen him do that many times when he was trying not to cry. He wasn't JK, platinum artist. He was her bunny. Amy wrapped her arms around him, and he buried his face in her neck. His arms took hold of her with such desperation and relief that she was the one now holding back tears. "I wish I could beat the tar out of whoever hurt you." She said in English into his ear. Her southern accent was still very thick despite her time speaking Korean.
His body hitched, and his breath caught as he let go of the tears he had been fighting. He made no sound but held onto her for dear life. Amy stroked his thick hair and spoke soft love words to him, and when he sighed heavily, she lay down, pulling him with her.

***

Jimin giggled and ran his fingers through his hair. He hadn't dyed or cut it since being out of the military, and it hung long and thick in his eyes. "You keep looking at me like that, and I'm going to start biting you again."
Yoongi reclined against the headboard of Jimin's bed, looking very satisfied with himself. His vision was still slightly blurry, but he could make out the hickeys that marked Jimin's graceful body. "Listen boy!" He slurred, grinning crookedly. His lisp was marked. "This is not my first live story."
Jimin giggled again, crawling in an attempt of being coy, up the bed towards Yoongi. "You do love me still then?"
Yoongi eyed Jimin cautiously, hesitating to answer. This was the game. Jimin was all sweet words and good times until he got bored. Yoongi cut his eyes away.
"Hyuuuung?" Jimin whined, trying to be cute.
"I suppose," Yoongi replied without looking at him. "I could wait two weeks and ask you the same thing." His words cut the playful expression right off of Jimin's face.
"Ouch." Jimin got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. When he came back a moment later, he looked more irritated. "If I recall, you left me last time. And I had to find out about you and her over our reunion dinner, remember?"
Yoongi flushed. "Maybe that was a mistake?"
"Not if you learned something, hyung."
"And what did I learn? That I always run when shit gets hard? That I would rather hide than deal with shit? It's fucked up baby boy, you know that?" Yoongi slumped down and closed his eyes. He threw his arm over his eyes and sighed heavily. "I thought, I thought...I..."
Yoongi drew a sharp breath and groaned when the hard suction from Jimin's mouth latched into his cock. Jimin's soft lips stroked his shaft, while his tongue teased the swelling head.
"Aaaaah!" Yoongi cried brokenly before rapidly muttering, "shibal, shibal, shibal." His hips wanted to follow Jimin's mouth. His hands wanted to curl around the back of Jimin's bobbing head. He was barely maintaining control.
Jimin stopped and looked up. Yoongi opened his eyes and met his lovers.
"Do you want to stop? I will stop if that's what you want."
Yoongi couldn't find any words, so he just shook his head.
"Then, you need to do something for me that you've never done. Never not once since we started fucking around." Jimin said, wrapping his fingers around Yoongi's throbbing shaft.
"And what exactly is that?" He responded, still fighting the urge to thrust his hips.
"Let go and give all of yourself to me."
Yoongi's eyes went wide. "What?"
"Just try." Jimin pleaded, licking the pre cum off the tip of Yoongi's cock. "Just once, let me have all of you. No holding back." He lowered his mouth back down, slowly enveloping the jerking rod until it disappeared completely.
Yoongi let go.
His hips began to thrust rapidly. He wound his fingers through Jimin's soft hair and used them to beg for more, tugging urgently. His need rose, and his breath came in heavy pants.
Jimin teased the rim of Yoongi's wet hole with his middle fingers, but the threat of being penetrated again was enough to cause Yoongi to spill his hot seed in Jimin's hungry mouth. Wave after wave shot through him as Jimin swallowed.
Jimin hummed with pleasure. Yoongi released his grip for a moment before realizing that Jimin wasn't stopping. Yoongi tried to pull him away from the overstimulated throbbing coming from the head of his cock, but that only caused more suction.
"FUCKING HELL JIMIN!" Yoongi swore. But the pressure was already building again. Yoongi closed his eyes tightly and screamed brokenly as Jimin slipped his fingers deftly inside and worked around Yoongi's sensitive prostate.
Yoongi gripped the sheets and writhed under the onslaught of sensations ripping through him. He had lost control. His body tightened, and he exploded into Jimin's mouth again.
Jimin caught the head of Yoongi's cock in the back of his throat and swallowed, milking it till it was spent. Yoongi's hands flew to Jimin's shoulders,trying to push him off. He was going soft, and it was starting to become painful. Jimin relented at last and sat back, looking quite pleased with himself.
"What the fuck!" Yoongi yelled, gasping for breath.
"I said all of you." Jimin smirked. "I don't know if I'm satisfied just yet, though."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"That means it's only midnight Jagi, and we have a long time till morning.