"The bunny-faced boy was drinking what seemed to be... banana milk?"

•••

Jem stood there in the doorway for a whole two minutes trying to put her brain back to work. She couldn't understand what could have happened. She knew how Jimin was but never thought he would do something as severe as to upset Jungkook like that, not after he had been willing to take him out by himself, instead of being forced. Jimin had a tendency of taking revenge everytime he was forced to do something he didn't want to do, which was precisely why Jem had decided to play her cards differently this time. What could have possibly gone wrong? She had made sure to psychologically persuade Jimin into taking Jungkook out without making him mad in any way. Aish! This kid! I swear to god he is getting even worse by the time.

She wasn't able to dwell on it any longer because suddenly the main door opened again, startling her and revealing Hyunah who was probably coming back from her spa appointment.

"Oh! Jem, glad you are here." Hyunah said as soon as she stepped foot inside the house, giving Jem a ton of bags that had the brand of the spa she frequented on one side of them. "I know, I know, I bought a lot." She ended, and walked towards the living room, not before taking off her leather high heels.

Jem was left alone on the doorway with such a huge amount of bags that they almost covered her. She stumbled her way to the kitchen and dropped the bags on the counter. What could probably be so necessary in a spa that she had to buy it all? Jem sighed and started taking the bags in turns to Hyunah's bathroom and neatly putting everything away, so that the fourth time she climbed the stairs, she was out of breath. Everytime she crossed the corridor on the first floor to get to Hyunah's bathroom she couldn't help but to think it was way too silent for her liking. She made a mental note to talk to Jungkook the moment she freed herself from her annoying boss.

•••

The moment Jimin closed the door to his room forcefully behind him he knew he was pissed. Too pissed to just let everything go and fall on his bed to watch stupid tik tok videos. He knew he had two options: either he stormed inside the little, bunny, disrespectful, cute, brat's room and screamed his lungs out or he used what he hadn't been using in a while now. Wonho's face crossed his mind. He was telling him to do it, he was saying that sometimes we need it to relieve stress. Jimin's hand extended itself forward as if it was being controlled by someone else. Wonho was nodding at him, telling him he was doing the right thing. Jimin's legs walked on their own making him go forward, making him reach his desk and then his stranger hand reached his drawer, pulling it open, not before inserting the key only Jimin had access to. A clear little plastic bag with white powder in it was lying lifeless and harmless at the bottom of his dark wooden drawer. With one last nod from Wonho, Jimin grabbed the plastic bag and pulled it open. He was about to... when Jem's face replaced Wonho's. She was smiling at him, telling him everything would be okay, telling him she was there for him, she would never leave him, never...

The plastic bag slipped from Jimin's hand making the white powder spread itself across the floor and Jimin's leather black boots. He let out a choked sound and a single teardrop fell from his right eye. In no time he was sobbing, face completely wet as he crouched on the floor to pick up the powder to clean up, but he did it to no avail, since the powder kept on slipping through his fingers.

Frustrated and panting he sat down on the floor resting his back on his desk. He ran a hand through his face and hair and tried to calm himself down. He considered calling Jem but then decided against it. He didn't want her to know he had been on the verge of falling back into drugs again.

Once he felt his legs would be able to support his weight again, he stood up and cleaned the mess he had made, leaving no trace of it and leaving himself with no back up. When he had stopped consuming, his friend Wonho had told him to always keep a tiny bag with some of it, just in case. He had done as his friend had said and had kept it locked in his drawer for Jem not to discover it while cleaning his room. Now he was out of it, he didn't have any of it, not even for "just in case". Jimin sighed what it felt like the hundredth time and dumped his weight on his bed. He had a lot to think about.

First of all, he needed to think whether to call Wonho or not for some more of it and second, but most importantly, he needed to know why that shy little brat had been able to drive him to that state. Hell. He had almost fallen into drugs again, when he had been so good for such a long time. How could something so trivial trigger him in such a way?

•••

Jem had been cooking dinner when she heard the front door open again. Knowing that it had to be her boss who had come back from work, she left everything she was doing to greet him. Therefore, she left the kitchen and found her boss at the entrance taking off his coat. Immediately, Jem took hold of her boss's coat, but before going to put it away she said:

"Hello sir, how was work?" Jem really cared a lot for her boss and her boss did the same for her.

"Ah, it was good Jem, thanks for asking." He gave her a half smile, clearly drained from work. She hated seeing how much he overworked himself every day.

"Well, I hope you are hungry, because dinner's almost ready." She said beaming at him to try and cheer him up a bit.

"Oh that's good." And looking at the stairs he shouted. "Dinner's ready!"

The sound of two doors opening and two boys screaming at the same time "I'M NOT HUNGRY!" was heard from the first floor, reaching the ears of the three people on the ground floor. Then two doors slammed loudly as they had some hours ago.

Jem's boss looked at her with bewilderment clear in his face, but before she could answer a voice suddenly spoke from one of the sofas of the living room.

"Aish these brats! I'm sick and tired of their childish behaviour." Hyunah stood up from the couch and made her way to where Jem and Mr. Park were standing in the doorway, swaying her hips from side to side. "Jungkook has always been such a good boy, but I guess two hours with Jimin was enough to turn him into another brat." She ended by rolling her eyes.

"What happened?" Mr. Park asked, looking at Jem with his eyebrows furrowed.

But before Jem could answer, Hyunah interjected:

"Adolescence, that's what happened, my love, adolescence." She said downplaying Jimin and Jungkook's behaviour. "Anyway, they've ruined my evening, I don't feel in the mood to eat here anymore, let's go out, honey."

Mr. Park gave Jem a glance in a way of asking her if it was okay to leave when she had been cooking dinner for them, but before her boss could utter a word she nodded indicating to him that it was okay. Therefore, the couple grabbed their coats in no time and were out of the house as soon as their feet let them.

Jem was left alone in the doorway once again trying to process what had happened. Once she understood she didn't have to worry about dinner anymore, she decided to pay Jungkook a visit, instead of finishing cooking.

•••

Jimin had been lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling, when he heard the door to the room next to his own open and then close again. Feeling tired and drained he rolled over his side and adjusted himself to sleep. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he opened them again. Something was nagging at the back of his brain and wasn't letting him relax to sleep. Had Jungkook gone out of his room? But why would he close his door behind him if he had? Had perhaps someone entered Jungkook's room? Hyunah maybe? But he had heard his father and Hyunah leave. There was only one explanation and he wasn't having it.

He got up from his bed and stormed out of his room. Fuck. Did she really want to die? Why was Jem being so fucking antagonising?

When he opened the door to Jungkook's room, he didn't just open it, he almost removed it off its hinges from the force. The door hit the wall and Jimin's figure was revealed to the two scared looking people inside.

"What the hell Jimin?!! You almost broke the door!!" That was Jem scolding him as always. Fuck her and her stupid resonable remarks.

"What the hell you, Jem?! Are you fucking hearing him out instead of me?!!! Aren't I supposed to be your friend?!!!"

"Calm the freak down!" Jimin was almost tomato red and Jem knew how he got when he was mad. "I was just asking him what happened, I wasn't going to draw any conclusions before asking you too!"

"Clam down?! How am I supposed to calm down when my best friend, almost sister, prefers asking a person she's just met what happened instead of asking her fucking brother??!!!!!"

To all this, Jungkook sat unmoving, cross-legged on his bed. He had been talking peacefully with Jem, but as soon as he saw his angry looking neighbour, he resolved to look at his hands for the whole time being. This exact attitude was what had Jimin's insides boiling even worse. He hated how the younger was always so calm and never showed any kind of reaction, and he wanted one. Hell. God knew how much he wanted to get a reaction from the younger.

"Jimin please, we were just talking, I'll hear what you have to say now if you want." That was Jem trying to calm the waters.

"Fucking yes! I want you to hear what I have to say. The only reason I'm fucking mad is because he is a fucking brat who doesn't know how to show respect to his elders! All I was doing was trying to help him but the fucking brat thought he was way too cool to let anyone give him a hand so he just fucking sulked all the way back here, being a disrespectful brat!" Jimin spat the last words.

Jem's eyes widened and her words got stuck in her throat, not being able to utter a single one of them.

"Get out of my room." It was Jungkook's calm, low voice. His head was still low.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?!" Jimin spluttered. He was so mad right now. How could Jungkook talk in such a calm tone? And... Was he fucking kicking him out of his room?!

"I said," Jungkook raised his head to look at his red visitor. His own eyes shooting daggers at Jimin. Jem had resolved to just move her head from side to side, as if she was watching a ping pong match between the two boys, everytime one of them spoke. "get out of my room, Jimin." His voice was still calm.

"See what I'm saying?!" He screamed at Jem to prove his point and then continued, eyes burning holes into Jungkook. "It's Hyung!"

"No, you are not my Hyung, respect is something you earn, not something that is given." Jimin's mouth fell agape at the sound of Jungkook's words. "NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Jungkook literally yelled the last words, which was something none of the people present in the room had seen before.

And Jimin had done it, he had got a reaction from the younger, but now that he thought about it, he didn't know why he had craved it so much. Without much hesitation, Jimin left Jungkook's room feeling defeated. He had been aiming to get Jungkook to react like that and yet he was the one accepting defeat. To make his head clear and guilt stop eating him out, he locked himself inside the bathroom to have a long warm shower.

As soon as he felt the water hit his shoulders, he sensed how all the knots in his back dissolved. The hot water was really calming and he didn't feel that angry anymore. He didn't even know what had made him so mad as to storm into the newcomer's room like that and more than anything he didn't know how he had let his stomach growl to that extent. He therefore decided to eat as soon as he got out of the shower since he was starving. How stupid of him was to act all sulky and decline dinner before.

So in order to keep his promise to himself, Jimin went out of the bathroom with nothing more than a towel around his hips and descended the stairs making his way towards the kitchen. When he opened the door the sight in front of him made him freeze in his place. The bunny-faced boy was drinking what seemed to be... banana milk? Since when did they have banana milk in their fridge?

Jimin crossed the kitchen to reach the fridge but was stopped in his tracks by a sudden shriek. Startled, he turned to his left to see what could have possibly provoked that sound. Jungkook was covering his eyes, profusely, with both of his hands as if he had just seen something scary.

"What?" Jimin tried to sound as clam and soft as he could. He didn't want to keep the fight going any longer.

"You're not wearing any clothes!" Jungkook whined like a child without uncovering his eyes.

"Wah...?" Jimin looked down at his body to find himself wearing a towel around his hips. What did he mean by "not wearing any clothes"? And then, a sudden idea popped up in his mind. Looking at his bare nipples, a smirk adorned his lips and he came to the conclusion that he wanted to mock the younger, so he untied his towel and tied it again around his chest, wearing it like a dress, covering his nipples. "Better now?" He said still smirking, but Jungkook's reaction left him dumbfounded. Jimin had thought the younger would get mad at him for teasing him, but all he did was uncover his eyes and nod seriously, as if he had been expecting Jimin to do just that.

In a sense of shock, Jimin continued to open the fridge and get something to eat, when he remembered he had a question dangling at the back of his mind.

"Where did you get that banana milk from?"

Silence. Jungkook kept on drinking his milk avoiding eye contact with Jimin.

"Jungkook? I asked you a question."

Silence.

"Aish!" Jimin closed the fridge forcefully in a frustrated manner. "Are you giving me the silent treatment?"

Silence.

"Really?" Jimin ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

Silence. But this time Jungkook pointed to the fridge.

Jimin therefore looked at it and saw that in one of the many notes Jem posted in the fridge, in between the grocery list and the different cooking recipes, there was specifically one that read:

Smile every day,
Don't take anything for granted,
Be grateful and humble,
Love yourself,
And most importantly learn how to apologise.

Jimin read the last words with scornful eyes. Aish! This Jem and her stupid little words of encouragement.

Jimin sighed for the thousandth time that day and gathered all his might before saying:

"You want me to apologise, don't you?"

Jungkook didn't utter a word, he just limited himself to cross his arms across his chest and smile cokily.

"Aish, fine! I'm sorry." Jimin couldn't believe those words had actually left his lips.

"For what?"

"Aish! Now you talk?"

Silence.

Jimin sighed in order to keep his cool. "Fine! I apologise for not listening to what you wanted to do with the money the guy was offering you and deciding for you, instead."

"And?"

Hell no! What did he just say? Did he just fucking say "And?" Jimin was out of his mind. Doesn't he know how fucking hard it is for me to say fucking sorry? Aish! Gathering all his cool and strength again he continued apologising. "And, I'm sorry for not paying attention to you on our outing to the park."

"And?"

Okay this kid is definitely getting on my nerves. "And!" He said almost shouting. "I apologise for treating you like a little kid when we got to the park and not greeting you properly when you got to the house and for being a fucking brat!"

"And?"

That was it. Jungkook had finally made Jimin lose his temper. "AND???!!! What the fuck else do you want me to say?!!!"

"I want you to apologise for disrespecting me." Jungkook said calmly.

"Okay! Fucking fine! I apologise for disrespecting you! And fucking storming into your room and shouting at you and fucking lying about everything! I'm sorry!

Silence.

"Are we okay now?! Can we fucking start over?!"

Jungkook nodded. "Yes, I think we can start over, Hyung."

Jungkook's last word rang in Jimin's ear. Did he just call him Hyung? Did that mean that Jimin had earned his respect? Either way, Jimin wasn't able to think too much about anything because what Jungkook did next had him gasping.

It wasn't anything from another world, Jungkook had only grabbed a banana, but... Why was he stroking it like that? Fuck Jimin. He scolded himself. People don't stroke bananas. What has got into you? He is just touching it... Jimin's manhood gave an involuntary twitch under the towel. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I reacting like this? Jungkook was now peeling the banana and was already bringing it to his lips. Why am I watching this in fucking slow motion? Jungkook gave the banana one bite at the same time Jimin's manhood raised an inch. Fuck. Why is this affecting me in such a way? Jimin knew he had to leave, he couldn't stay there any longer and reveal to the innocent younger his sudden boner. But as soon as he had decided to leave, the door to the kitchen burst open and an angry looking Hyunah made her appearance.

"What are you guys doing?" She spoke rather accusingly as if they had been doing something wrong.

Jungkook looked at her with his innocent doe-eyes.

"Aw! Kookie! You drank the banana milk I made Jem buy for you!!" She cooed. "Did you like it?"

Why didn't Jungkook mind his sister treating him like a little kid? He almost had to go down on his knees to apologise for treating him like one!

"Yes Noona, it was delicious!"

"Aw!!! I'm glad, baby!!" She suddenly turned towards Jimin. "Oh! Good you are here too, I need to talk to you about something."

"Does it have to be now?" The last thing Jimin needed at that moment was to deal with Hyunah. He had to take care of his boner before anyone noticed.

"Yes."

"I was going to eat just now, I'm really starving." One hand resting on his stomach for effect and the other trying to covertly hide his hard-on.

"C'mon, it'll just take a second." And with that Hyunah grabbed Jimin by the arm and took him out of the kitchen. The latter released himself in the living room but didn't stop following Hyunah until they were both locked up in her's and Jimin's father's room.

As soon as Hyunah got in, she started taking off her coat while mumbling.

"Do you have any idea how fucking humiliating is to go out for dinner with your husband but be disposed like a used napkin because said husband coincidentally met some business associates?"

"What?" Jimin was bewildered.

"Your father decided that it was more important to deal with his freaking associates tonight than have dinner with me!"

Oh! So that was the reason why Hyunah looked so angry when she burst into the kitchen. "Well, I'm sorry about it, but I'm really starving..."

"Don't worry... it'll just take some minutes." She said insinuatingly.

She was now catwalking on the bed, indicating Jimin to get closer with her index finger.

"Hyunah..."

"Call me Noona." She slurred her words sexily.

"I-I..."

"C'mon... Since when are you so reluctant to have sex?" She smirked.

Jimin opened his mouth but no sound came out, he was out of excuses, he couldn't see how he was going to wiggle his way out this time. That was it. That was the end. Hyunah would find out he was hiding a boner and hell, she knew damn well how hard it was for him to get one and wouldn't be easily fooled by Jimin saying it was her words that triggered it. When Jimin thought everything was lost, a sudden front door opening saved him. And right after the sound of the door, a loud voice echoed through the house, coming from the ground floor. It was Jimin's dad.

"Love! I'm home! I'm sorry! You know how these people are! But I wasn't going to just leave you! I was just trying to decline politely. Please baby! Don't get mad at me! I'm really sorry...!"

Jimin's dad kept on talking but his words were drowned by Hyunah's sudden nervous whispers.

"You need to go! Now! C'mon, get out. Wait! Don't go downstairs like that! Put on some clothes..." She suddenly noticed something and tilted her head. "Why are you wearing the towel like that?"

Jimin had totally forgotten how ridiculous he might look by wearing the towel as a dress. "Are you really asking me this now?

"Right! Get out."

And so Jimin did. He left the room and walked towards his, before his father climbed the stairs. Someway, somehow he got out of the situation uninjured. If any gods existed they were definitely on his side. He laid himself on the bed resting his back on the mattress. Ten minutes ago he had been starving, but now he had bigger problems to deal with. He therefore slid his hand through his body until he reached his pulsating cock. With a breathy moan he went into a daze of bunny-faced boys and banana milks.

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Hehehe 😂 What are you doing JK????? 🍌🍌🍌