•Bermuda Triangle• Yoonminkook

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Jungkook's POV

During the whole time while the three of us ate I tried my best to be polite towards Yoongi. I even complimented his cooking skills when I finished with my food. I had honestly been surprised when I had walked in and had found them sitting in the couch together. And even though I realized that they were just waiting for me, it's not as if I caught them kissing, it still irritated me a bit. When we finished with our food and Yoongi got up to take the dishes Jimin offered to help. To be exact he insisted on helping him, making me feel even more useless. I rarely, more like never, helped Yoongi with the dishes, especially since we broke up. I usually sit on the armchair we have in living room and scroll through Instagram, or sometimes I study for Uni.

So when this time I offered to help too, Yoongi's reaction sowas more than understandable, but it still hurt my ego.

"What got into you today? Sit down again, I'm not sure if you even know how to wash a fork!" He joked. It was obvious that he was joking, he was in a good mood for the first time in weeks.

Feeling like a fish out of water I admitted my 'defeat' and sat down looking at them. The conversation was really random, being about our studies, our hometowns, our parents and all that combined until Yoongi jumped up, we had moved to the living room after the plates were washed, realizing the late of the hour.

"I need to go, or else I'll be late for the hangover shift!" He said and grabbed his bag. "Excuse me for leaving like that, you can go on if you want to!"

I looked at Jimin with a peer that couldn't mean anything else other than: of course and we want to go on.

"Goodbye Hyung, stay strong" Jimin said ignoring my stare. But when Yoongi closed the door behind him he turned to look at me blushing. "Why the hell were you staring at me like that?" He hissed nervously.

"To pass you a message!" I grinned and got up from the armchair I was sitting to get to the couch.

"Want to go for a drink in my apartment?" Jimin asked before I was able to sit.

"If it isn't too far"

"This joke is starting to get old!" He said but he still chuckled. "Do you get drunk easily?" Jimin asked when we got into his apartment.

"Um... not exactly. I become more upfront when I drink!" I explained. What I meant was that if he 'fed' me some kind of strong drink, he'd probably find himself under me.

Jimin chuckled. "More than you are right now?"

"Oh you've seen nothing love!" I said following him inside the kitchen. I stood exactly behind him, my torso almost touching his back, and my head over his shoulder.

"Wine then, let's make it even more easy for you to have me feel uncomfortable!" Jimin said avoiding to look at me.

I smirked taking a step back and I noticed him relaxing a bit, letting out a sigh. I sat on a chair, inside his kitchen and waited for him to give me my drink.

"Here" he muttered and gave me a glass of white wine. It smelled really nice and it burned my throat slightly, forcing me to swallow a cough.

"You don't seem to mind" I told him as I started walking around the apartment, mainly looking for the bedroom.

"Mind what?" Jimin asked after a small silence, during which I had discovered the bedroom and was now inspecting it with my eyes.

"Me making you feel uncomfortable" I said and turned around swiftly making him bump into me. None of us chuckled. He looked inside my eyes and I did the same. I drank my wine at once and placed my glass down to a short cupboard, freeing like that my right hand. My hand came up to the collar of his shirt and pulled it down a bit accidentally touching his skin with my finger. "Thought about it?" I asked him without raising my eyes from his slightly exposed chest.

Jimin licked his lips nervously and his hand came up to grab mine. He put it down and at the same time he came closer to me connecting our lips. I got shivers down my spine from how gentle everything was. Jimin placed his drunk down too and we both took a few steps backwards falling on his bed with me underneath. I didn't like that.

I turned him around with one swift move  held them in place with my knees pressing on his hips. We didn't wear our shoes, we had taken them off before entering the apartment and I thanked my luck Jimin was such a clean person because it was easy for me to sit over him on the bed without having to worry about them.

Jimin seemed to like his position and didn't fight to get rid of me. I leaned over him and slipped my hand under  his shirt, slowly caressing his well defined abs and slowly reaching his side. When I touched him there his back arched a little bit allowing me to slip my hand under him and tickle his lower waist. That act of mine certainly had a result since Jimin couldn't hold in a moan as my cold, from the drink I was holding, fingertips titillated his soft skin, toying with his senses.

"Just take off the damn shirt!" He hissed breathlessly, but in his voice I could feel that he was pleading for me to take it off.

I smirked. "Of course!"