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Twelve

This chapter has a certain vibe and I wrote this all in one go so sorry if it seems a bit run on-ish

Jimin's pov
Jimin woke up with a heavy feeling on his chest and a headache. Ugh, did he drink last night? Jimin had no memory of drinking. The last thing he remembered was Taehyung tackling him onto their shared bed (Tae had moved in with Jimin shortly after as his parents did not react well either, there was only one bedroom and one bed was cheaper than two).

Looking down Jimin noticed that the weight on his chest was just Tae sound asleep. Time for that to end.
Smack
"Oww what is it with you hitting me min? What have I ever done to hurt you?"
"I don't have time to list them all love," Jimin just gave Taehyung a cheeky grin and made his way to the bathroom to get ready.

"Did we drink anything yesterday? I have a bitch of a headache." Jimin called out, washing his face.
"No but you did hit your head, quite violently may I add, against mine. Just take some aspirin Minnie." Tae had appeared behind Jimin suddenly. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of Jimin's head and ruffled his hair before  leaving again.

Jimin made his way to the kitchen after finally deciding what to wear. A pair of tight velvet shorts and one of Tae's many shirts messily tied. 'Cute' he had thought to as he checked himself out in the mirror before taking a picture and posting it to Instagram.

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Huh.

"Jimin, sweetie, I get that it is a Sunday and you want to relax but please put on something more." Tae was standing at their less-than-adequate stove frying some eggs. He was still shirtless but he had some light grey sweats on at least.

Jimin just scoffed and swayed his hips, dancing to some imaginary music.
"I'm serious min, I only have so much self control and we both know those shorts test it."
"Nuh uh uh, I'm untouchable, I'm like a painting in a museum, you can look but you can't touch." Jimin sat down at the island and spun around on his chair.

"Although technically, doesn't your 'contract' start tomorrow min? If I'm remembering correctly of course." Taehyung made his way to where Jimin was sat. He effortlessly picked Jimin up and threw him over his shoulder.
"Which means that I have all of today with you just to myself."

"Taehyungie-ah! Put me down! What about the eggs! I will not have you burn this shitty apartment down!" Jimin yelled hitting Tae, trying something to be put down. But alas, all he got in return was a smack on the ass and a deep chuckle.

"Oh and I haven't forgiven you for these shorts, or the abuse I suffered yesterday."
And with that, Taehyung threw Jimin onto the bed and closed the door.

Jungkook's pov
Jungkook looked at the picture in disbelief. It was Jimin. In Tae's shirt. Jimin in Tae's shirt. The collarbones and thighs embodied lust. Jimin looked like he was dripping with sex.

Oh god.

Jungkook didn't know how much more he could handle before he /or his dick for that matter/ burst.

He'd had no luck with his Jimin problem and a very detailed dream did not help his frustration, sexual or emotional. And to his surprise Yoongi seemed to have suffered a similar fate.

The pair had shared dream snippets. Jungkook leaving the Jimin from it, Yoongi leaving the petnames. It didn't calm his mind but the many drinks that followed the phone conversation did.

Why did he do that?

Oh yeah because dream Jimin was in Tae's shirt. Very similar to the picture but dream Jimin didn't have shorts.

Jungkook groaned as he contemplated taking a cold shower. His head seemed to pound more and more with every minutie so he decided to shoot Jin a text before laying back down. It was a Sunday after all.

Jin's pov
Brat: know any good hangover tips?
Brat: hyung*
Jin:don't drink whore

Jin put his phone away and hummed as he made his way to Jimin and Tae's apartment. He had been a little harsh on them yesterday and they were only young. Jimin was definitely too young for Yoongi, the scoundrel. So he had woken up and an ungodly hour and made some delicious pastries.

Jin always forgot just how shitty their building was. You'd think if your child was being forced out of his home you could try to find a nicer place. Especially if you're gonna stop paying for it because 'it's hard'. Oh well, can't change the past.

Once he was on the boys' floor Jin sped up, eager to get inside somewhere with a clean floor.

After knocking on the door Jin just... pushed it open. Wow. Jin made a mental note to never leave anything valuable like his phone of his Namjoon here unattended.

He took a few steps forward and called out. "Min? Tae? I've got breakfast." Looking over at the kitchenette he noticed some abandoned eggs. Oh no. He had seen this far to many times. Jin tried not to assume. They were probably in bed still. Yeah that was what happened. Time to wake them up.

Jin hummed the chorus to some mindless pop song as he made his way through the cramped apartment. Just innocently walking through the apartment of two best friends.
Just happily thinking innocent things, just like the innocent things that the two boys must be dreaming about.

Jin had reached the door to the bedroom, he put a soft smile on and gently opened the door.

And there was Kim Taehyung.

Balls deep in Park Jimin.

Dun dun duuunnn!!
Jimin and Tae can NOT keep it to themselves *yikes* poor Jin and poor kookie :(
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