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  When Thursday came, Jungkook felt extremely uneasy.

  Yoongi told him that as soon as he calls Seokjin from the company phone, Seokjin will start acting. There's nothing else to it except phone sex. At least he won't see Seokjin.

  But the fact that he even has to do this at all is enough to make him feel awful, just completely dreading this recording.

  The set was actually on the floor today, for some reason. The staff set up blankets and a pillow for him, and they also gave him a book to pretend to read. And that he did. When the director called action, it all happened so quickly.

  Jungkook pretended to read the stupid book, and he did as he was directed, to start slowly humping the pillow; and no, he doesn't question it.

  He also pretended to be suddenly interested in his phone, then he took it and pretended to dial Jin's number, but soon had his finger hovering over the actual contact number.

  It feels so wrong, seeing Seokjin's number in front of him like this, but it's for the film. This is his job.

  Though he very much didn't want to do this, Yoongi told him that he couldn't call it off. Everything was set, the set date had been set for a while.

So he pressed the call button.

  It took a few rings, a few slow heartbeats in Jungkook's chest, very loud in his ears, but Seokjin eventually answered and he felt himself holding his breath.

  "Hello?"

  Jungkook's heart clenched at his familiar voice. It's been a few days since he's even seen or heard from Seokjin. Not even on Twitter. He hasn't posted or anything, not that Jungkook was waiting for him to.

  "H-Hyung?" Jungkook was supposed to seduce him through the phone, but that seemed hard to do now. He thought he could do it.

  He overlooked how great of an actor Kim Seokjin is, though.

  "Do you need something, baby boy?" Seokjin's voice was deep through the speakerphone. Jungkook's entire body shivered at the pet name.

  "Y-Yes, please," he whispered just loud enough for the phone to pick up. "The p-pillow— It isn't enough, hyung." He humped against the pillow too shamefully, too slowly.

  His whole body felt like it was burning hot, but for such different reasons. Yeah, Jin's voice turns him on and all, but he feels so afraid, so upset that he's even having his final last words with Jin and it's... here.

  "You wish my hands were wrapped around you, baby?" Seokjin asked. "Would that make you feel better?"

  The thought of Seokjin's hand on his leaking cock was so nice, but the thought of Seokjin's arms wrapping him into a hug was even better.

  If Jungkook continues thinking like this, he'll kill the mood and they'll have to redo it. He needs to stop and do his job correctly.

  "Want you t-to fill me full, hyung." He continued riding the pillow, tears prickling his eyes as he did so, so desperately trying to do well for the video.

  It was hard, keeping up with his emotions and how he physically felt the pleasure. Gosh, it's awful being so emotionally hurt, yet so horny at the same time.

  "You'd ride my cock so well, bunny."

  Jungkook whined at the thought. Riding Seokjin. Fucking hell, this isn't fair. It's torture. Such torture.

  "Yes, hyungie, s'good." He rode the pillow like his life depended on it, his cock leaking in his shorts, the silk ones he brought to wear to look cute and comfortable.

  "Yeah, bun." Seokjin hissed through the phone, and suddenly Jungkook could hear the sound of suspicious heavy breathing. "You ride hyung so fucking good, baby."

  Jungkook's cheeks heated up. It all feels too simple, like they had never even broken up to begin with. But it's... acting...?

  He huffed as he rode it out, somehow feeling that deep feeling in his stomach without even noticing it. It wasn't until he leaned forward a bit to apply more pressure that he was finally coming, gripping both hands tight onto the pillow as he bucked forward a few more times, releasing into the shorts and whining moans out as he rode his high.

  "Good boy," was all he heard before the phone beeped— and Seokjin hung up the phone without any warning. Without a care.

  Jungkook was leaned over still, except those tears that were prickling his eyes earlier started to flow from his eyes, dropping onto the pillowcase. He instead pulled the pillow up to his body and hugged it, the tears threatening to come quicker the more he thought about it.

  The more he thought about this.

  Seokjin isn't here. Seokjin isn't going to be here next time either. He wasn't here to hold him, to make him feel good, to brush his hair out of his eyes, to kiss him— fuck, he wasn't here to kiss him.

  Jungkook cried into the pillow, nearly sobbing as he felt the slightest stroke of silk against his skin. He knew it was the staff trying to give him his robe, but he didn't care.

  He cried into the pillow, ignoring the sounds of staff and people around him. Ignoring the voices and sound of equipment moving around. Ignoring the icky feeling in his shorts.

  He just cried.

  "Jungkook-ah." It was Yoongi's voice bedside him.

  Jungkook peeked up from the pillow and forced the tears out of his eyes, the back of his hands harsh on his eyes as he wiped them away. He looked up at Yoongi, who had his robe in his hand, trying to get his attention.

  "Why are you giving me my robe?" Jungkook's bottom lip quivered as Yoongi wrapped the robe around his back and gave him a concerned look.

  "Why are you crying?"

  What a stupid question. "Why are you asking?" Jungkook asked instead.

  He could see Yoongi roll his eyes at him. "Because Seokjin-hyung is acting all weird too, and you both asked to remove your schedules together. What's up with you two?"

  Jungkook frowned up at him. The only person he's told about him and Jin breaking up is Taehyung and Jimin. But... does Yoongi not know?

  "Please don't schedule me with him again," he muttered out, voice nearly cracking at the thought of going through this torture again.

  "I didn't plan on it," Yoongi scoffed. "What happened with you two?"

  "Just... ask him." Why are you asking me?

  "I did. He won't tell." Yoongi helped Jungkook up onto his feet, giving the younger a worried look as he wiped his tears again.

  Jungkook simply shrugged. "It's complicated. He's your best friend. If he wants to say, then he will—"

  "But you're my friend, too," Yoongi grumbled to him.

  Tears seriously flooded Jungkook's eyes then, having another person caring about him, but knowing that it's only because of Jin that he even considers Yoongi as his friend.

  "Why are you crying?" Yoongi asked again, this time placing his hand on his shoulder to get his attention, to comfort him. "Am I going to have to hurt my best friend? What did he do to you?"

  "N-No," Jungkook stuttered. "It wasn't him. I-It's my fault. Please, just let me go shower now. I w'nna go home."

  The concern didn't leave Yoongi's face, but he did back away from Jungkook to let him go. "Just please don't cry so much, okay Kook-ah? I don't like seeing you cry."

  Jungkook sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and nodded in return.

  Sure. He'll try that. He'll try to not cry.

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