"Should we go for a round two?" Jungkook asked sleepily as Jimin woke up cuddled into his arms. The sun bleed into the room through the opened window, the sound of cars and bustling city people accompanying it.

"Jungkook, I'm still sore from last night, I don't think I could survive a round two."

"Aww come on, I'm a dark haired boy with a tragic past, every teenage girl's YA dream."

"It's a good thing I'm not a teenage girl-"

Jungkook lazily flexed his arm so that Jimin's head, which had been resting on it, leaned into his lips. Jimin let the words slip off his tongue as he melted into the kiss before lightly punching Jungkook's uninjured shoulder as he realized what the younger boy was doing.

"You can't keep kissing me so I shut up-"

Jungkook shamelessly stole another kiss, cutting him off yet again.

"Jungkook!"

"I kiss you because it's become my favorite thing to do. I love it." Jungkook grinned as the sheets fell off his frame. He pinned Jimin's wrists to the mattress as he straddled the blond boy underneath him. He smirked before pressing a light kiss on the bridge of Jimin's nose. "I like kissing you here." Then he kissed his cheek, just as fast and light as the one before, grinning like an idiot. Jimin wanted to tease him about that smile but he knew that'd be hypocritical - his own smile was just as wide and dumb.

"And here." Jungkook said, his voice dropping lower as he kissed underneath Jimin's chin and Jimin stretched his legs out at the touch. "And here," Jungkook kissed his collarbone and then his throat and then finally made his way up to the very edge of his lips. "But most of all, I like kissing you here," he said and Jungkook hummed in surprise when Jimin took the initiative to lean up and connect their lips. He could feel Jungkook's lips spread into a smile against his own and a round two probably would have happened if it wasn't for the sound of a key opening the front door or Jimin's apartment.

Jimin's eyes shoot wide open at the sound and he instinctively pushed Jungkook away with one big, panicked, whoosh Jungkook fell to the ground with a thud.

"Shit shit shit." Jimin stumbled to the side of the bed and reached for his phone, the swearing increased as he scrolled through the messages.

"Get under the bed." Jimin said as he hastily slid on a pair of boxers.

"Jimin, there are monsters under there."

"Tae's home." Jimin said as if that was enough to convince Jungkook to slide under his bed - it wasn't. They both glared at each other as Taehyung's deep voice rapped the opening lines of BTS's UGH in a sleepy and half aware voice, the sound matching the beat of his footsteps.

"If you don't get under that bed right now I'm never having sex with you again." Jimin threatened, but the effect was softened by his deep blush. Jungkook, being the good boy he was and definitely with no self interest involved what so ever, finally shimmied under Jimin's bed anyway, flinching as the movement placed pressure on his still fresh injuries. As he moved under the bed, his elbow hit the side of a black shoe box, nudging it as he shuffled in just in time for Jimin's perfectly timed roommate to appear at the door.

"Chesus Jiminie." Kim Taehyung mumbled, sauntering into Jimin's room like it was his own. He had dark bags under his eyes and he moved like his body was full of cement. "I haven't partied that hard since...mmmm maybe Busan?" Taehyung smiled fondly, "I remember Busan, you," Taehyung chuckled and then abruptly stopped, his hand going to his head as if to remind himself that laughing would hurt for a while. "Do you remember the body shots? I remember the body shots, Seokjin would have died if he saw where you drank off that one stripper-"

"Yeah. Yup. Yes I remember. No need to remember anymore." Jimin interrupted and Taehyung frowned. Jimin was sweating, hoping Taehyung couldn't hear the surprised choke that came from under the bed at his story. "Look Tae, why don't you go get some more sleep? I'll bring you an Advil in a couple hours since I'm guessing Hobi already gave you one."

Taehyung frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose with a wince. His head was probably pounding if he drank anything close to a fraction of Busan. In fact, Jimin was surprised the boy hadn't started throwing up yet, most likely already had before leaving Hobi's.

"Getting rid of me so fast? Minnie, I thought we were closer -" Taehyung stopped mid sentence and sniffed the air before a dark and mischievous box smile grin spread on his face.

"Um, Jimin, I don't mean this in a bad way, but you should consider buying air fresheners."

"What? What - why-"

"No no no it's completely natural, I do it too,". Taehyung put his hands in the air defensively. "-but like damn."

"Jesus, fuck Taehyung really?" Jimin groaned and had to use every single strand of self control left in him not to kick Jungkook under the bed when he heard him laugh, even if it was muffled. Taehyung shrugged, making an obscene gesture. Then he winced again as his headache punched him at full force. Without much more resistance, Taehyung finally left to go pass out in his own room, the reek of alcohol leaving along with him.

Jungkook, after Jimin gave him the okay, couldn't stop the laughter from roaring out as he got back up to his feet. Obviously, Jimin chucked a pillow at him in response, instantly feeling guilty when it almost hit Jungkook's bruised shoulder.

"Busan, huh?" Jungkook lifted a brow and Jimin blushed, moving to shut his bedroom door.

"He was hot, okay? And it was winter." Jimin replied in a hushed voice, hoping Taehyung would pass out fast.

"Oh?"

"I like clubbing." He shrugged dismissively to which Jungkook only had more questions. "And I need to sneak you out of here before Tae decides to reveal more of my dark secrets."

"Embarrassed of your non-stripper boyfriend?" Jungkook asked, though he was more invested in the answer than he allowed his amused expression to betray. Jimin, reading underneath the smirk, cupped Jungkook's cheek and gently brushed his thumb up across it. He liked the sound of Jungkook calling him his boyfriend. Fuck, Jimin had even confirmed it himself last night.

"Of course not. But Tae's got a loose tongue, I don't need all of my friends knowing we fucked before I clear everything up about you not being a massive dick - don't say why that statement is inaccurate because I know you want to - great now you're grinning."

"Fucked? You make it sound so vulgar." Jungkook said, picking Jimin up by his waist which made the blond boy giggle. "I thought of it more as love making after I bore my broken and tender soul to you."

Jimin snorted, wrapping his legs around Jungkook. "Love making? What are we, a Sarah J Mass Novel?"

Jungkook grinned, his lips brushing against Jimin's ear before biting at the lobe. Jimin rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless and arching his back as Jungkook whispered into his ear, "We'd just have to be quiet." He murmured. "A very nice, quiet, round two."

"I don't know Kook. Sex reeks off of you," Jimin noted, but he didn't push Jungkook away. "It does off me too, Tae could even tell. We're lucky he thought I was having a lonely pity party instead of -"

"-Love making," Jungkook finished into Jimin's neck. Jimin snorted.

"I'll stop by your apartment tomorrow, okay?" He said, sliding off of Jungkook. "I'll even bring cupcakes, but I need to you -"

"-go under the bed, yeah yeah I get it-" Jungkook said and started to work his way underneath the frame with slouched shoulders. Jimin sighed, hooking his hands under Jungkook's shoulders and physically pulling him back to his feet. When Jungkook stared at him, their bodies only inches away, Jimin felt the tightness in his chest leave instantly.

Truthfully, he didn't want him to leave. He wanted Jungkook to stay in his room; stay by his side; stay. The bottomless look in Jungkook's youthful face mirrored the same thought. They had only a small window of time before Seokjin undoubted would make a round to check up on his friends as he always did after they clubbed or Taehyung would wake up to barge in again.

Jimin eyed Jungkook's bandages that had unraveled throughout the night. Maybe a couple minutes wouldn't hurt, Jimin thought. Jungkook caught his gaze and a boyish smile spread across his face as he sat back down onto the bed. Jimin could read that smirk like he was reading the back of his hand. Fixing the bandages would buy them some more time; time which could lead to other non bandage-ing activities before Jimin would have to kick him out of his apartment.

"Fine." Jimin finally caved. "But I get to top." Jungkook snorted as he kissed Jimin's cheek and his poor, neglected bandages, unwrapped even further as he slowly pushed Jimin back onto the bed.

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A/N: Notice: the next chapter will be short, but I'll update twice next week to make up for it. So the first one I'll update this Friday and then the next one on Monday. ❤️

- Violette