You Don't Have to Understand [Jikook]

Chapter 2: Dorks

Jimin wakes up the next morning with a headache. His alarm, which seemed to be of an even more obnoxious pitch than usual, doesn't exactly help. It was all probably because he'd only gotten about 4 hours of sleep that night, since he and Taehyung kept freaking themselves out.

It was truly a wonder he got any sleep at all.

"What was that noise?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Oh my god, look over there, doesn't it look like that spot's getting darker?"

"Holy shit I think a demon just touched my foot."

"Tae, that was me."

"What the fuck, why are your toenails so long, they feel like claws."

"What are you talking about, they aren't even long."

"Well then it was a demon, unless you have talons for toenails."

Yeah, they were ridiculous.

Jimin groans, and glances over to Taehyung, who was unsurprisingly still fast asleep. The lucky bastard didn't have to be up for another couple hours. What a jerk. Silently cursing his best friend for having the audacity to suggest watching Insidious last night (it's not like Jimin could have turned down the offer, that would just be silly), the blonde forces himself to sit up. It was a good thing tomorrow was Friday, because Jimin had a feeling that it would take another couple nights to get over the movie, and to return to his regular sleep schedule. Stupid movie.

Not bothering to stifle a yawn, Jimin finally grabs his phone, and silences the alarm. The sound of silence is what wakes Kim Taehyung up. Of course. "Mm?" He peeks his eyes open halfway, looks at Jimin, then closes them again. "Morning. You heading out?"

Jimin reaches his hands above his head, stretching his arms high in an attempt to shake away the sleep. "Yeah. Jin hyung has a test today too, so we agreed to meet up early and study together." Even though Jimin was jealous that he couldn't stay in bed and sleep a little longer while his friend could, he couldn't help but smile. He had the cutest best friend ever. Taehyung's hair was a mess, with chestnut brown tresses sticking up every which way, and the way he cocooned himself inside the blanket was oh so endearing.

As Jimin half admires and half curses his sleepy friend (seriously, he'd do anything to go back to sleep too), Taehyung reaches out, and gives Jimin's leg a gentle pat. "Good luck. Ace it."

"I'll need all the luck I can get. Hopefully I don't have flashbacks from last night while I'm trying to write the test." Jimin muses, finally making himself get out of bed. He walks over to his dresser and grabs some clothes, changing while Taehyung rolls over.

"Hey, so I know this is out of the blue..." Taehyung is cut off momentarily by his own yawn, "but do you maybe wanna have sex tonight? I was gonna ask last night, but I was too freaked out to get freaky, if you know what I mean." Taehyung's eyes are still closed when he asks, and Jimin snickers, walking back over to the bed once he's dressed, just so he can flick the other boy in the forehead.

"Yeah, sure. When's the last time you got laid?" They had only started having sex the summer after their senior year in high school, and it was never about having sex just for the sake of having sex. It was different. When they had sex with each other, they never felt shitty afterwards, because they never felt like they were an object being used. They valued each other as people, not as a means of getting off.

Sure, they both liked, and engaged in, casual sex with other people too. But when neither of them wanted to have meaningless sex with a stranger, they had each other. Maybe it was weird, and maybe something like that would never work with another pair of best friends. With Jimin and Taehyung though, it just made sense. Besides, it's not like they had sex all the time. First and foremost, they were friends, and they both knew that. Their friendship was based off of so much more than sex, so what was the point in fucking all the time if they didn't have to?