𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘 | ᴊɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ

42 M

Turns out Jimin doesn't go to the mall that afternoon after thinking about it a little harder. I mean who needs clothes and does he really have to dye his hair today? He thinks not. There was no rush so what was the point-

"Ah~!" Jimin moans way too exagerantly as Eunwoo nips at his nipple sucking at it right after. You see, this wasn't supposed to happen. In fact, he doesn't know how it did! One moment they were having lunch after their morning classes were over, then they flirted a little, yes, but when has that ever harmed anyone? And then the next thing you know, Jimin asks Eunwoo if he wanted to watch a movie at his apartment (forgetting completely that he had plans for himself that evening) and so here they were, movie still playing in the background by the way.

"You like that?" Eunwoo glances at him from Jimin's nipple, keeping the bunched up turtle neck above his chest. Jimin eagerly nods, biting his lip. Hands crawl up the broad shoulders to tug at Eunwoo's black soft hair, making a grunt leave his lips.

Not long after Eunwoo pushes Jimin's legs open and gets in between making sure to grind their clothed cocks against each other. Then he runs his lips up the side of his neck to his jaw and then to his lips, where Eunwoo's lips stay. Jimin moans meekly as he's met with another grind to his cock, plump lips locked with Eunwoo's. Kiss after kiss, Jimin seemed to loose himself in the pleasure, spilling completely desperate incoherent gibberish. Everything was fine until Jimin moaned Jungkook's name. "Jungkook...!" He cries when Eunwoo picked up the pace to his grinding. "Gonna cum."

Eunwoo immediately pulls away like he had just been burned by Jimin's body. Breathless, he leans back against the armrest of the couch opposite of where Jimin was laying his head against.

Both now completely turned off by Jimin's mistake, they sit in awkward silence. "I'm sorry..." Jimin trails off as he pulls his turtleneck down.

Eunwoo breaks out a chuckle. "We both agree this was a mistake, right?" Their eyes meet. "We were both thinking of someone else while...you know..."

"Yeah. Yeah, this was a mistake." Jimin gulps. "But I hope this won't tarnish the friendship we were just building."

"Oh God no!" Eunwoo smiles. "You're stuck with me forever!"

It was Jimin's turn to smile brightly. "You're my only friend I have outside of the friend group I'm not talking to at the moment. So thank you, Eunwoo. For being my friend."

He doesn't say anything but smile and pat the pink locks in acknowledgement. "Don't thank me yet."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're clearly madly in love with Jungkook."

"I-I'm not!" Jimin crosses his arms and avoids Eunwoo's gaze. Was he really that obvious? If so, then Jungkook must already know. "We're literally broken up. How could I be 'madly in love' with him? Besides, what does that have to do with not thanking you yet?"

"Innocent, innocent Jimin...you have a lot to learn."

Jimin stays confused, thinking hard at what Eunwoo could have meant. Before he could ask again what the hell was he talking about a loud knock came from the door. Jimin sighs, leaving the conversation for later as he gets up from the couch to open the door. Walking to the door, he casually fixes his skirt and turtleneck before looking through the peephole.

And that's when the panic sets in because the person on the other side of the door was none other than Jungkook himself. Jimin's eyes go wide as he runs back to the living room, pulling Eunwoo up by the wrists and drags him to his bedroom.

"What? Who is it?" Once Eunwoo says that, Jungkook's voice is heard through the apartment.

"Jimin! I know you're in there. Open the door, will you?"