my bestfriend's brother ✔️

08

My eyes gazed at the empty space beside me, feeling the ache coming from my back as I sit up, to find myself naked on Jimin's bed. A small smile crept on the corners of my lips as I recalled the wild things that happened yesterday, but a strong part of me tells me not to assume, because it's Jimin— he doesn't love me.

I grabbed a clean shirt from Jimin's wardrobe before exiting the room and headed downstairs, limping because walking hurts so damn much. My butthole hurts like hell as I limped my way down the quiet hallways. Mr and Mrs Park wouldn't be home til tuesday, along with taehyung, so Jimin and I basically still have the house all to ourselves. "Jimin?" I called as I reached downstairs. "H-hyu—" I didn't get to finish when I felt a strong grip on my waist.

"Good morning, baby." He greeted in a low tone, making me gulp as I bit my lip at his endearment. "Does it hurt?" He asked, turning me around to make me face him.

"Y-yes.." I looked away, seeming embarassed by how thirsty I must've looked yesterday. He chuckled, grabbing my chin before I felt those familiar lips claim mine. It was brief, but it was full of something I couldn't quite point out. The kiss was amazing, but not before he smiled, eyes forming into cresents as he once again leaned closer and brushed his nose against mine. "I'm sorry, I should've been more gentle." He rested his head against mine.

"I don't mind you being rough," I blurted out, immediately regretting it as I looked away, cheeks flushed in embarassment.

His eyes were wide as I felt his gaze on me, before bursting into fits of laughter. "S-shut up," I nudged him, but he only laughed harder, making me groan as I pouted.

As soon as I pouted, I immediately felt a pair of lips against mine. It was just a peck, now just a small smile on his lips as he took hold of my hand. "Beautiful," he spoke, stroking my cheeks. "Just perfect." He commented, making me blush as he chuckled.

"Stop it," I whispered.

"Stop what?" He asked, brows furrowed. "Stating facts?"

"No." I shook my head. "Making my heart flutter."

Another chuckle errupted from him, before I felt myself being pulled closer, hands enveloping me as he nuzzled his head on my neck. "But it's my job." He whispered, pecking my cheeks before dragging me somewhere. "C'mon, I cooked eggs and bacon, let's eat."

A huge smile was etched on my face as Jimin lead me to the dinning room, his hand fitting perfectly on mine. "Since when did you cook, hyung?" I chuckled, remembering how bad his cooking skills are.

"Since now," he winked, pulling out a chair for me and sat on the chair across from me. "Eat," he commanded to which I oblidged.

The moment the food entered my mouth, I badly wanted to puke. As usual, his cooking never improved. But I didn't wanna hurt his feelings, so I stuffed more and more on my mouth, ignoring the bitter taste in my tongue.

"Is it good?" He asked.

"It's the best!" I exclaimed, raising two thumbs up, suppressing my gags as I ate more. I could feel his hot gaze on me, shrugging it off as I continued to eat.

I was about to scoop more into my mouth when he spoke, "Why are you lying?" He asked in a cold tone, his face void of emotions as he gazed at me. "Why are doing this?"

"H-huh?"

"This breakfast is a trash and you know it." He said, making me freeze on my spot. "Why are you lying, jungkook?"

"I'm not." I replied, dropping utensils on my plate.

"Yes you are." He rolled his eyes. "Why are you faking your enjoyment when you're clearly disgusted by it?!"

"No." I firmly said. "Everything you do or create, no matter how shitty it is, I will always find it good. For me, everything you do is good, even your constant breaking of my heart. I ate it and I'm not faking it, you worked hard to cook this, so I'll eat this whether you like it or not!"

He was silent at first, eyes emotionless as he just stared at me, probably searching for the lies in my eyes, but I doubt he would because I meant every word I said. "I love you hyung, that's why..." I trailed off, and the next thing I know, I was being pulled from my seat and being dragged somewhere.

He threw me on his bed, gazed at me for a brief moment before hovering on top of me, eyes boring into mine as he inched closer and closer until our faces are just inches away, his hot breath fanning my lips. "You don't know what you're doing to me, jeon." He whispered, his voice low and husky as his gaze fell on my lips.

I could feel all sorts of things, having his face this close to me, that wonderful feeling of rush in my veins as I stared at lips, craving to feel the softness of it. "Do you know how badly I wanna fucking kiss you right now?" He hissed, biting his lip as his gazed fixed on mine.

"Then kiss me," I found myself muttering,

and in a matter of seconds, my lips are being claimed by no other than him. It was slow and passionate, like all of his kisses before. The very kind of kisses that had given me false hope eversince. But I couldn't find it in me to push him away, giving in as I returned his kisses, snaking my hands on his hair. "H-hyung.." I moaned.

"You make me go insane," I heard him mutter as he trailed kisses against my jaw, and only then I remembered how I'm just wearing a shirt and my boxers, feeling his hands on my waist as he pulled me closer. "But you're still sore, baby boy." He gave me one last peck on the lips before moving away on top of me.

I whined at the lost of contact, immediately missing his soft lips against mine. "Hyuung~" I pouted. He just chuckled and reached for me, pulling me close to his chest as he cuddled with me, swinging his leg on top of mine as he nuzzled his head on my neck. "Hyung? Jimin hyung?" I called, earning a soft mumble from him.

"Do you love me now?" I asked, feeling his hold on me tighten.

"Maybe, maybe not."