"Jin... I'm gonna come."

Taehyung tips his head back as his boyfriend bounces up and down on his lap.

"Don't," Jin pants, holding on to the dinnertable with a tight grip. "I'm not there yet..."

The technician groans as he watches his member disappear inside the blond. "You feel so good," he whispers, placing sweet kisses against Jin's chest. "I can't keep it in... I'm gonna fill you up babe..."

"Tae, no," Jin grunts as he grabs one of Taehyung's hands to wrap it around his swollen member. "Just wait- just give me a second."

Taehyung gives his boyfriend a half-hearted handjob as his hips stutter with his nearing climax. "Jin~" he moans, sucking hickeys under the sharp curve of the blond's jawline. "L-let me come, p-please I'm begging you... I'll let you ride me 'till I'm numb, just please-"

"Not yet," Jin interrupts sternly.

"I love you," Taehyung breathes into his boyfriend's ear. "So fucking much... do- do you love me too?"

The blond doesn't answer right away, but once he parts his lips to speak, a high-pitched peep steals away his words.

"I-is that important?" Jin asks, pointing at the scan of their patient's brain.

Taehyung flinches and leans in to squint at his computer monitor.

"Shit!" He curses sharply, nudging Jin off his lap as he jerks the screen closer.

Jin yelps as he tumbles to the floor.
"Asshole!" He yells, slapping the technicians knee.

"It stopped erasing..." Taehyung says breathlessly, pushing his bangs out of his eyes in disbelief. "Why- how did it just..."

The technician struggles to lift his pants up from his ankles. "Oh god... this is bad," he mumbles, zipping himself up and tightening his belt around his waist. "So, so bad."

Jin glares at Taehyung from the corner of his eyes and stands up reluctantly. "Is it really that serious?" He asks, yanking his slacks off their patient's bed.

"What are we gonna do?" Taehyung whines, burying his hands in his raven mullet. "What am I gonna do?

"What if he wakes up like some half-baked looney?" Jin snorts, tucking his semi-erection into his underwear. "Half-baked..." The blond repeats with a dumb chuckle. "I'm hungry... why am I hungry?"

"It's the weed," Taehyung says, a quieted scream in the back of his voice. "What the fuck am I gonna do? I can't get it to work anymore."

Jin slides his arms back into his bright pink shirt. "Hey! You know what we should do?" he suddenly asks as though he received an epiphany. "We should call Namjoon!"

Taehyung laughs nervously. "Oh no, n-no we should not this is my thing... my operation!"

Jin huffs and rolls his eyes. "You don't even know how to fix this. You're gonna get yourself in jail and I will not be visiting your sorry ass."

The technician looks from Jin, to his computer, to the patient, and back at Jin. "Fine," he says finally, his face twisting into an over-dramatic frown. He reaches into his pocket and grabs his phone. "I'll call him."

_

"Baby Kookie, listen to me, when you wake up in the morning, you're just going to find me and we'll start over, okay? Tell me everything that happened and we'll just... figure it out, okay?"

Jimin pats my back as I rest in his arms.

His soft hands feel nice, and he smells like candy.

"That guy Yoongi, he using my words," I pout, dangling my feet and sucking my thumb.

"Yoongi?" Jimin asks, fetching me a bottle of milk from the fridge.

"You're dating him now! He pwetend he don't know you, but he using my words from your memowies." I reach out for one of the kitchen-cabinets. "Candy!"

"No candy 'till you've had your milk baby Kookie," Jimin says sternly, putting my milk in the microwave and bouncing me up and down in his arms. "So I'm dating a guy named Yoongi, huh? He asks, and I realise how wrong I was when I doubted that Jimin would be an amazing father. "Is he hot?"

_

"Jin, what are you doing here?" Namjoon asks upon entering the patient's apartment.

The doctor adjusts his glasses and calmly strolls inside. He is dressed in his signature black turtleneck, that's wrapped so tightly around his body it seems as though his muscles will burst through the fabric, and his hair is brushed back neatly as though it isn't 2 AM in the morning.

"H-hey doctor Kim, I'm terribly sorry about the late night call," Taehyung stutters, nervously tugging at the collar of his sweater. "Your wife must be upset about you leaving so late at night..."

The doctor hums, directing his attention to the computer immediately upon noticing that the procedure has stopped working.

"I-I'm here because, well, for my job, I thought that for my job it would be important for me to see- for me to know... what it is exactly that we- well not we, not me! But like, my co-workers, Rkive, where I also work, what we- they do... with the patients and how the uhm, the process... happens." Jin smiles at the doctor with red, uncertain eyes after finishing his ramble.

"Jin," Namjoon says stoicly, sitting down in front of the computer without sparing the stoned receptionist as much as a look. "Your shirt is unbuttoned."

Jin lowers his head, all color draining from his face. "Oh... sorry, i-it was hot in here so I-"

"He seems to be off the map," Namjoon says, glancing up at Taehyung as he points at the computer monitor. "He should be around here, but he's somewhere else entirely. We just have to find him again, I suppose."

Taehyung looks over Namjoons shoulder and helps the doctor peer through the map.

"There!" The technician says, pointing at a red dot on the screen. "There he is, right?"

_

I enjoy playing in my bath. I have a boat. I like making it sink.

Jimin is sitting on the edge of the tub, smiling at me, watching me. He squeals when I splash him with water, and he listens to me when I make up stories about scary seamonsters.

I like that he listens to me. I like that he doesn't make me go hush-hush like mommy.

"I wuv you!" I yell. "I wuv babysitter!"

Jimin scrunches his nose at me, and his eyes disappear like a cat. "Naaww, you cute little bo-"

I stare with wide eyes when babysitter Jimin is suddenly gone.

I hear nothing but the running water from the shower head.

My boat disappears from my hands, and the bathroom turns pitch-blank, casting me into complete darkness. I can't see a thing, and I'm scared.

"Jwimin?" I cry, my tiny voice echoing through the room, though no one answers. "Babyswitter Jwimin? Don't leave me... pwease don't leave!"

I sit in silence a little while longer, until the scene changes again...

My body changes...

My surroundings change..

July 18th, 2018

We were sitting in my broken down car, parked right next to a drive-in theater to watch a movie we hadn't paid for.

Yes, I know, how very criminal of us.

Jimin and I never actually wanted to hear what the characters on the screen were saying or what the actual scenes were about, because we enjoyed inventing our own dialogues much more.

"My love, I am so sorry, but I can no longer be with you!" I voiced dramatically, as a man and woman were standing together on the big screen, romantically holding hands as they gazed into each other's eyes.

"But why, Antonio?" Jimin acted for the lady, placing his hand over his heart with intense devotion. "Are my breasts not firm enough?" He asked, looking almost on the verse of crying. "Does my waist not fit excactly in your hand? I had two ribs removed for you Antonio! How could you do this to me?"

"You idiot woman," I said, pinching my nose-bridge and doing my best not to burst out laughing. "I do not care about your breasts, nor your ribs. It is because... well because... Isabella, I have been fucking your brother!"

Jimin shrieked at a pitch so high I feared it would splinter the car-windows.

"You monster!" He cried out, pretending to pass out over my lap.

We cackled like chicken and began to play-fight in the car, wrestling like riled-up children, until the brother of the female character did in-fact show up on screen.

"Antonio, did you finally do it!?" Jimin asked with a theatrically low voice and a grave expression, immediately falling into an entirely different character. "Did you leave her for me?"

I cupped Jimin's face with a sultry expression. "Of course, Diego! My love, she is out of my life forever!"

Jimin formed his hand into a tight fist and acted with such passion it looked like he belonged on the Broadway stage. "But Antonio," he asked, combing through his orange locks. "Is she... out of your heart as well?"

I squished Jimin's cheeks between my hands and almost broke character at how cute he looked. "You handsome fool!" I yelled. "She was never in my heart to begin with!"

I smashed my lips onto Jimin's puckered ones and kissed him passionately as the closing act of our scene, grabbing him by the back of his head and claiming every corner of his mouth as my own.

Jimin wasted no time before climbing over to the driver's seat, straddling me, throwing his arms around my neck and leting my greedy hands roam underneath his T-shirt.

We became heated quickly, our passion sparking like fire. We found ourselves lost in our very own movie as we hastily began to take off our clothes.

I unbuckled his pants with closed eyes, and he unbuckled mine with the same ease. Our erections sprung free, and we began to rub them together like horny teenagers, panting into each other's mouths until our members were coated with a layer of glistening pre-cum.

"Jimin," I breathe when he begins to bite and nibble on my neck like a little vampire. "We have to stop... we have to go. This is wrong they- they're gonna find-"

"This is wrong?" Jimin whispers hotly, making me twitch when he moans softly into my ear.

"N-not this," I stutter, the inner corners of my brows curling up in the intense pleasure he drowns me in. "Well, this but not- I mean-"

He shuts me up by kissing me, and as I feel my orgasm build, everything around us begins to evaporate.

The cinema-screen, the fence separating us from the people who paid, the cup of coke I accidentally tipped over during our busy frotting.

"Fuck," I curse, violently kicking the car-door open. I gather Jimin in my arms and carry him outside bridal-style.

"J-Jungkook! What are you doing?" Jimin asks, pressing his hand over his exposed crotch.

I set him down and hurry him along with me, the both of us trying to zip our pants back up as we falter away from the disappearing memory. "We need to go... they found us, we need to hide again."

I feel myself sink in despair as I clutch Jimin's hand in mine and pull him with me.

I feel so scared. So small. So powerless.

We keep running and running but they end up finding us. Where could I possibly hide him? Where could I possibly keep him safe?

"Jungkook," Jimin respires, trying his best to keep up with my frantic fleeing. "Jungkook, why don't you hide me in your shame!"

I look over my shoulder, and as my mind gets cast into a terrifying darkness once again, I wrap him up in my arms and hold him tight. "My shame?" I whisper, furrowing my brows.

_

April 16th, 2002

I was sitting at my old desk, in my old bedroom, in my aunt and uncle's old house in Chucheon.

The sound of heavy breathing came from my computer as my very confused sixteen-year old self was watching illegally downloaded gay-porn to figure out why I liked staring at my friends's asses during P.E.

The men on my computer were simply kissing. Naked, yes, but they were only touching tongues, while I thrusted two fingers into my ass and tried my best to imagine my scrawny, teenage self sitting in-between the two handsome, muscular men.

I tipped my head back and let myself go as I imagined them touching me, kissing me, caressing me...

"So this is how you discovered yourself?" Jimin asks, standing in the corner of my room with crossed arms.

"D-don't make fun of m-me," I stutter with blazing red cheeks, lifting one of my legs onto my desk for better acces to my ass. "This is s-so fucking embarrassing..."

"It's not," Jimin chuckles, biting his lower lip as he watches me fervently finger myself on my desk chair. "It's cute..."

I look over at him, and blush when I see him swallow away the watering of his mouth.

What my sixteen-year old self would have done to meet a guy like him...

"Wait-" Jimin suddenly says, looking away as he paled to a shade close to white. "Jungkook, h-how old are you in this memory?"

My lips part, sweaty strands of hair falling before my eyes. "Uh-"

"Jungkook! Come help me set the table before your uncle comes ho-"

My aunt's face of complete and utter shock after she opened my bedroom door would have been extremely comical if it had not deeply damaged the relationship we'd established previous to this moment.

I stopped thrusting my fingers into myself and stared at her for one full second, before turning off my computer as quickly as I could and sitting up straight like a scholar.

But it was too late.

My aunt had already witnessed enough, and she walked away in silence, traumatized to the core.

"Poor lady," Jimin whispered, shaking his head.

I groaned and pulled at my hair, standing up to pace back and forth through my room. "Poor lady!? Poor me! I was too afraid to masturbate for a whole month after this, and my aunt never looked at me the same."

"You're over-reacting," Jimin laughs. "She still babies you whenever you visit. She was just a bit... horrified."

I dropped myself on my bed and buried my face in my hands. "Tell me your embarrassing journey of self-discovery please. Make me feel better."

Jimin sits down next to me and ruffles up my coconut haircut. "Sorry babe, I don't have one of those. I knew I was gay the moment I left the womb."

"But weren't you scared of being different?" I asked, looking up at him with big eyes. "Didn't you ever wish you were normal?"

Jimin brings my head down on his shoulder and chuckles fondly. "Of course I did, silly boy. It's part of being... you know, like us. But as I grew up I realised that no one's life is easy. We all get our hearts broken. We all experience humiliation. But we find love too, Kookie. And happiness, and passion."

I closed my eyes as I listened to Jimin speak, his hushed tone making me want to drift away in his arms, back to reality, where I had already lived through this difficult period of my life and met my other half.

"Being straight doesn't make things easier Jungkook," Jimin said curtly, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. "And besides, an ass is much tighter than a vagina anyway."