𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑬𝑹 | PJM. JJK✔

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Jungkook lay defeated on the ground, his chest heaving up and down as beads of sweat rolled down his body.

How could it be so hot when the weather was so cold?

"It's time for you to pay up my dude," Lil J. said, bending over to look at Jungkook with a smug smirk.

Jungkook couldn't even talk. His heart was beating so fast he was sure he'd pass out if it continued like that.

How did this happen? Hoe did this filter beat him? He was Jeon Jungkook! Star athlete at his old highschool!

"How... how are you so fast?" Jungkook panted, his throat in horrible pain from breathing so hard.

"Practice," Lil J. said with a shrug. "No offense but it looked like you haven't run a mile in years."

Jungkook groaned. Well he wasn't wrong.

The student reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet to retrieve a 50 dollar bill. "Here," he said, still feeling his lungs burn like fire.

Lil J. snatched the money away from Jungkook and chuckled like an evil little devil.

"Pleasure doing business bitch," he said, tucking the bill into his hat with a proud smile.

Jungkook whined, feeling the loss engrave itself into his soul. He could've bought a nice dinner from that cash...

Speaking of dinner...

"Let me..." Jungkook needed another moment to catch his breath. "Let me treat you to dinner... please..."

Lil J. had been moments away from going back to playing basketball but halted his steps. "You... you still want to take me on a date?" He laughed, though Jungkook didn't miss how suprised the boy sounded. "Sorry but that wasn't the deal."

"So you don't want it?" Jungkook asked, using all his strength to get himself back on his feet.

Lil J. squinted at Jungkook, but there was something playful in his demeanor that made it seem less hostile. "I'm sorry, I don't do relationships, not the right guy for it."

Jungkook pushed his sweaty hair out of his face and neared Lil J., who was just as wet and tired though he was better at hiding it.

"So you swing both ways?" Jungkook asked, smugly perking up his brow.

The student wasn't sure if he was supposed to be dominant or submissive around Lil J. He wasn't as easily readable as Jim and Jiminie. But maybe with this filter it was both?

"I swing whichever way I fucking please," Lil J. said, getting right in Jungkook's face until the men were breathing each other's breaths and one single nudge could make their lips touch.

"Good... then all you'll need is a little push," Jungkook said lowly, wanting nothing more than to tackle the hot basketball player in front of him and let their sweaty bodies rub together.

The tension between the two men made Jungkook crazy, but something held him back from making a move.

The people at these grounds didn't seem like the most gay-friendly crowd, and Lil J. surely had a reputation to uphold.

So Jungkook only slowly licked his lips, and tried to tell Lil J. with his eyes that the tension they were feeling was definetly going to lead to something, if not a relationship.