hybrid

four

He gave jimin's crotch one last squeeze, satisfied as he hears jimin moan for the fifth time. He smirked to himself and started digging on his now cold carbonara. He couldn't help it. He was horny and can't do shit. He can't fuck jimin, he can't ruin such innocence for his selfish needs.

So he'd just casually snake a hand on jimin's crotch from time to time and give it a little squeeze and tell jimin to continue eating his dinner every time he questions about what the fuck is jungkook doing. This time, he leaned closer to jimin, their shoulders now brushing each other. Jimin was too busy eating to notice that jungkook had been blatantly staring at him for the past seconds, unaware of the dirty and inappropriate thoughts that flooded the horny little shit's mind.

Jungkook palmed jimin's now erected member once more before finishing his dinner and rushed to his bathroom, immediately throwing his pants anywhere and sat on the toilet, and well...masturbated....with jimin...wearing thongs....and jungkook fucking him relentlessly.

He cummed all over his hand, the blissful feeling of release lingers in his system as he sat on the toilet for a good five minutes, wonders about nothing in particular aside from how great would it be if his imagination was put into reality. He shuddered at the thought, dismissing the idea. No no no no, he's too pure, he thought to himself, and I've never fucked anyone before (well, someone who has a dick, atleast.)

He walked out of his bathroom only in boxers, throwing himself on his bed and snuggled to his scented blankets. His eyes closed, smelling the sweet fragrance and went under the covers. He opened his eyes and the clock was the first thing that his eyes laid upon. Seven twenty-nine, was what it read. It was way too early for Jungkook's usual bed time, so without much thought, he got up on his feet and checked on his hybrid.

Jimin was on the kitchen, washing the dishes with a small smile playing on the corners of his lips, a song from his favourite boy group, bangtan, is playing in the background, the same song jimin is briefly swaying his hips to. Jungkook couldn't help but inwardly groan. Jimin is a walking temptation, and he hates it.

"Stop swaying your hips." He gritted, making the hybrid jolt in suprise and look at him in confusion. "You are hereby banned from dancing or even just by swaying your hips. Got it?" he sneered. Jimin didn't understand why but still, he nodded his head and remained as still as possible.

Jungkook sighed and pushed himself off the doorframe and headed to his most treasured couch. He plopped himself down and decided on just watching something on netflix but groaned when he remembers that he was broke and can't pay shit for a movie. He was thankful that his parents paid his house taxes and his school tuition for him because if they weren't, jungkook surely would be homeless and stupid. Sure he juggles four jobs but it wasn't enough. He was thankful that all his four bosses was kind enough to gave him a two weeks break so he could study for their finals next week. It was just an excuse though, because he was hella tired and he didn't trust jimin being alone just yet.

He could just spend all his time doing nothing for all he cares, he'd pass the test no matter what. He's that smart and advanced. Jungkook didn't need studying. He was born with a really amazing gift of having a really good memory. Aside from attending school and listening to his professors boring lectures, he didn't need to study for finals, and he was more than thankful for it.

Jungkook was halfway through a movie when jimin did finally stepped out of the kitchen, his ever so innocent as his eyes bore gently on Jungkook's. Jimin bit his lip, the same time jungkook decided to look his way. And boy did it turned him on. He gulped, looking away. "S-stop fucking doing that!" He hissed once more.

"W-what?" Jimin, once again, looked confused as ever, thinking back to the things he did wrong, unconsciously biting his lower lip for the second time.

"T-that!" Jungkook pointed a finger on his lips, which only deepened jimin's frown. "Stop biting your lip! You are banned from biting your lip, you are not allowed to do such thing, got that?" jungkook panicked, not knowing why. He groaned, standing up from the couch and dropped to his bed.

He sighed, this is not working for him. So without further ado, he reached for his phone and dialled the only person he know deserved such profanities.

"Hello?" A groggy namjoon spoke from the other line, his voice heavy with sleep like he had just woken up from a deep slumber. Jungkook frowned, his heart thumping hastily against his chest as he thought of just how adorable his hybrid just is. "Jungkook?" namjoon called when Jungkook didn't answer.

He glared at his at his ceiling. If it weren't for namjoon who bought him jimin as his birthday gift, he wouldn't be in such crisis. He wouldn't be too horny and hard for a dog then be too afraid of ruining such purity and innocence. So with a heavy mind and a throbbing erection, jungkook growled.

"Fuck you, hyung. This is all your fault."