Young Money - Jikook

D-12: mirror

When Jungkook woke up, he felt something heavy on his chest that made it difficult to breath. A look downwards revealed a mop of chestnut hair that rested above his heart. Jimin's breath tickled his skin. Lost in thought, he fiddled with the fluffy strands.

That was until he realized what was happening. He was lying in bed with his to-be brother-in-law, naked.

"Shit!"

Cautious not to wake the older up, he pushed him off his chest and disentangled their legs. Their bodies stuck together from dried cum. Jungkook, being oblivious as to what happened last night, started to panic.

Did they do it? Had he given in to Jimin?

After pulling on his hair in frustration he decided that panic would not help him and grabbed some clothes to go to the bathroom.

Scrubbing away the remains of last night felt good and his body relaxed a little, leaving room for clear thoughts to enter his head. It was impossible that he slept with Jimin. He would never hurt Maei in this way. Maei... it had been her idea to get drunk and play that stupid game. He began to remember parts of the last evening. The girls had been drunk on absinthe and Joonyeo had dared Jimin to kiss him. He remembered now. But how did they get into his bed?

Once he got out of the soothing warm stream of water that had loosened his muscles, his hangover started to kick in, so he reached for the painkillers his mother stored in all the bathroom cabinets. Drowning one with a glass of water, he stared down his debouched reflection in the mirror and cursed himself for drinking that much. Vodka and whiskey... he would never do that again.

Once Jungkook was back in his room, his feet led him over to the bed where he sat down next to the sleeping Jimin. The sheets covered only half of the other man's body, revealing his muscular back and a tempting part of his round ass cheeks. Jungkook wanted to touch him, to feel that smooth warmth under his palm and to forget himself for a minute and just kiss every inch of that naked skin. He felt like going mad if he did not.

And apparently his body had already succumbed to his lizard brain, because his hand reached out by itself, trailing up the other's spine until his fingers could bury themselves in the chestnut colored mop of hair. Jimin was a masterpiece, he had to admit that. He even caught himself getting comfortable with the thought of having sex with the older. But that must never happen, so he shook off the idea and got up to leave for his desk.

He had to clear his head and numbers had always helped him doing so, so he started his computer and drowned in work.

After half an hour, he heard a sigh from his bed that made him turn around. Jimin stretched his arms, flexing his muscles. Did he seduce him intentionally?

With his everlasting smug smile, he stood up, allowing the sheets to fall and to reveal... everything. Did he even know the word modesty? With predatory eyes, he strode over to the younger and sat down in his lap, back on Jungkook's chest, legs spread wide, and head resting on his shoulder. Jungkook could feel his dick pressing between the two perfect ass cheeks he had admired before, and he clenched his hands around the arms rests of his office chair to keep the urge of touching the perfect body on his lap in check.

"Don't we look great together?" Jimin purred into his ear, turning them around, so that they faced the mirrors.

Jungkook's breath got caught in his throat at the sight of them. The other watched him through half lidded eyes, displaying the dark blue marks on his neck, and basically made it impossible for Jungkook's eyes not to trail down his toned chest and stomach to where his half-hardened dick rested between his spread legs.

"What are you? A professional call boy?" he asked, his voice much too high. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat.

"Last night was great," Jimin ignored his comment but could not bite back a winning smile.