Jimin had turned his words into reality and had invited Jungkook to a movie night at his place. And, of course, Jungkook had been unable to think about anything else for the whole week.

"Kook!" Namjoon snapped when he had bumped a drunkard's head against the doorframe of the police car that would drive him to the station. "Focus!"

"Sorry," Jungkook mumbled, more to his friend than to the man who was rubbing his head now.

"I know how it feels to have a crush, but would you please keep it together," his superior asked of him with a sigh. "It's only a movie night."

"But what if..." he started but could not finish.

"You mess it up? He changes his mind? You're awkward?" Namjoon tried to finish the sentence in a bored tone and closed the door of the car that began to drive away.

"No, what if... he wants more?" Jungkook chose the least embarrassing version of his thoughts. What if Jimin wanted to sleep with him or expected him to bottom? What if all the dirty fantasies Jungkook had imagined would become reality? How was he supposed to handle that without exploding from embarrassment?

Namjoon stopped walking to look at him properly. "Do you want more, too?"

Jungkook looked at his feet. "I don't know. Yes?"

"Then what's the problem?" the taller asked and resumed walking down the dark street.

The problem was that Jungkook had never done anything more but giving himself a rub and fingering himself - with one finger because he had been too scared of more. He was a virgin regarding gay sex and that was a problem when your partner was Park fucking Jimin, the demon of the Devil's Lair, who probably knew everything about sex.

"It's not a competition, you know?" Namjoon said with a worried side-glance at what must be a very distressed expression on Jungkook's face. "You don't have to be perfect form day one. Sex is like any other sport; you need to train in order to get better."

"Please, stop," Jungkook panicked. The last thing he needed was the birds-and-bees talk from his colleague. It was embarrassing enough as it was.

"Just saying. And saying no is always an option," his friend continued.

Jungkook nodded absentmindedly. He could feel that Jimin would never ask something of him he was not willing to try, yet, but the mind was a stupid place and all he could think about was that he did not want to disappoint his... well, lover? What were they?

"Jungkook?" Namjoon's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked up. His friend looked honestly concerned. "Promise me that you won't do anything you don't like just to please someone else."

"Hyung," Jungkook whined at how cringey this conversation was.

"No, Kook, promise me!" the older demanded with crossed arms. "And if you want to leave, you call me, and I'll pick you up."

With a sigh Jungkook gave in. If he was honest, it felt nice to have a friend like Namjoon, who cared for his well-being so much. It made him feel like it was fine, or at least not the end of the world, if things would not go as anticipated. "Okay, promise. But can we talk about something else now?"

"Sure, what will you be watching with Mr. Park?"

"Hyung!"

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Jimin's apartment above the club was the complete opposite of the club. Everything was bright and warm-colored. The floor was of a bright wood, the couch looked like a squishy beige pillow, all furniture was white, and pictures of what looked like vacation spots Jimin and his friends had visited were decorating the walls. The coziness was reassuring.

"What do you want to drink?" Jimin asked from the kitchen side of the living room. He had chosen an equally cozy attire of white t-shirt and joggers. "I have water, tea, coffee, coke-"

"Water," Jungkook answered. He was giddy enough, no need for extra caffeine.

"Don't be humble," the older said lightly. "You can have anything."

"Water is fine, thanks," he placated the silver-haired and went over to the couch. The TV was already on and showed a collection of movies and dramas to choose from. "What will we be watching?" he asked while walking over to the kitchen where Jimin was still busy preparing their drinks with ice cubes that looked like they did not want to leave the DIY plastic form.

Jungkook watched him struggling for a moment before he took over and let some warm water run over the back of the form to allow the cubes to pop out of their place easily.

"I'm used to crushed ice," Jimin defended with a pout but smiled happily when Jungkook handed him his glass of coke. "Thanks, my savior."

Jungkook snorted. "Just used my brain," he mumbled quietly while he followed the other to the couch.

"Chips or popcorn?" Jimin asked over his shoulder before he sat down and pulled both up from underneath the coffee table.

"Chips," Jungkook answered and let himself fall into the soft cushioning next to the older. His stomach was basically all knots at this point, and his hands felt sweaty. Off to a great start...

"Are you okay?" Jimin asked, giving him a raised eyebrow. "You seem uncomfortable."

"No, honestly. Just nervous," Jungkook pressed out and smiled. He felt so stupid but so happy at the same time that it was hard to tell what he felt at all. But he did feel like kissing Jimin. He had felt like it since he had been greeted at the door by the unexpectedly casually dressed beauty with pants hanging low on his hips and naked feet.

And apparently the devil could also read minds because he did exactly that, leaning in and catching Jungkook's lips with his. In an instant, all the tension was overthrown by happiness and that fluttering feeling in his stomach and he grinned into the kiss.

"Better?" Jimin asked cheekily.

"Much."

"Good, then we can start for real now." And he turned to the TV. "I thought that Tell me what you saw might be a little too brutal for this, so are you up for Psychopath Diary?"

Jungkook's eyes widened. "You really want to watch a series?" he asked startled. He had thought of it as a joke.

"Is that a problem?" Jimin asked back innocently, but the smile that wanted to curl the corners of his lips betrayed him.

"You really must like me then," Jungkook tried to be just as smug.

"Oh, I do," was the older man's blunt reply and the hidden grin finally bloomed on his face. Jungkook wanted to kiss every part of that gorgeous smiling face. "You want more?"

Okay, that was enough. Jungkook had his pride, too. With a huff he put a hand over that grinning face and pushed it away. "Dream on."

For a moment Jimin's expression was a sad pout before it melted back into the cheeky grin. "I don't think so." And he pounced onto Jungkook, slinging his arms around his neck and tearing him down into horizontal mode, before connecting their lips again.

Surprised but in no way opposed Jungkook slung his arms around the warm body that was lying half on top of him and responded to the gentle probing just as gently. This was different from the day at the palace, slower, unhurried. Just like tasting good chocolate or wine. And he could really taste Jimin. There was no artificial taste of cherry or honey, just human. And it was so damn good.

With a sigh he pulled Jimin closer and slipped a hand into his neck, running his fingers through the silver strands. It was weird to feel the shorter hair tickle his palm. He was holding a man, he realized once more and smiled.

"Okay, stop," Jimin breathed out after a while and put some space between them to catch his breath. "We have to finish at least one episode, or you'll think I only invited you here for this."

"You didn't?" Jungkook asked astounded.

"Not only, no!" Jimin protested with what might have been real offence. "I do not just want sex from you. I want-" Unsure eyes looked down at Jungkook, causing Jungkook's attention to flicker between the obviously troubled look and the red and puff lips.

"What?" he asked when Jimin seemed stuck inside his head.

A shake of the silver mop was his response. "Not yet. Too early."

"For what?" Jungkook wanted to know. He had an idea what should have followed that start, but he did not dare to assume. That seemed indeed a little early, because how often had they met? Fine, innumerable times during Jungkook's shift at the night club strip, but they had only been on one date so far. And quite honestly, he was a little scared to jump head-first into a relationship with a man.

"I just-"

"It's fine. You don't need to say," he interrupted the older and smiled reassuringly. Maybe one day. Maybe if this turned out to be a thing that could work, that could be the one big thing. Or at least the first big thing.

"Okay, let's watch," Jimin said enthusiastically, although his face was missing the original bright smile.

They managed to watch the first episode without trouble but with lots of chuckling and reminiscing. Jungkook had last seen this drama less than a year ago, but he still could not stand the cliff hanger of the first episode, so they started the second.

"So many things are just about your attitude," Jimin sighed and leaned against Jungkook's shoulder.

Jungkook nodded his agreement. It was all about who you thought you were. Just as Dongshik considered himself a psychopath killer which made him confident and sharp, Jungkook considered himself a talent at anything physical. Sports just came to him naturally, so he had become someone extremely fit.

Namjoon's sport metaphor interrupted his innocent thoughts and he wondered whether he would be good at sex, too? Well, he was good at hetero sex, that much he had been told by all the girls. But gay sex? It could not be that different, could it? Then again, a girl did not need a blowjob.

"What are you thinking about?" Jimin's voice cut into his musings.

"Huh?" Jungkook asked stupidly.

"You haven't been laughing for the last minute or so and missed three puns. What's on your mind? Do you want to... uhm, end it here, or...?"

"No, no, not at all," Jungkook was quick to answer. "I was just..." Should he really tell Jimin? It was kind of embarrassing. "I don't have any experience regarding... this." He gestured between himself and Jimin, feeling like an utter idiot.

"Obviously," the older just said with a shrug, and Jungkook had to agree with that. They had talked, Jimin knew he had been closeted all his life, obviously he would not be the most experienced fuck in Seoul. "Do you want to change that?" The cheeky smile was back on Jimin's lips and a mix of curiosity and desire was shimmering in the eyes that looked up at Jungkook.

"We made one episode, no?" he said nervously and chewed on his lower lip.

"Yes, we did," Jimin replied slowly and shifted to sit in Jungkook's lap where Jungkook could place his hands on the other's hips. "What would you like to get experience at?"

Jungkook's face was burning at the embarrassing choice of words, but he just bit his cheeks and stared up into Jimin's eyes determined. "Don't know. What can you offer?"

"Well, for starters I'd suggest a blowjob," Jimin replied with a devilish grin.

"Me giving-"

"No no, I'm giving the blowjob," Jimin objected. "You're learning, don't you remember?"

"I- well- yes. Do you want to?" Jungkook stumbled out overwhelmed. He might have had several girlfriends and one-night stands, but none had wanted to give a blowjob, claiming it was not their thing, so he did not want Jimin to do something he did not enjoy. Although he had to admit that he would love to know what it felt like.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that," Jimin murmured before grabbing Jungkook's face and pressing their lips together for a kiss that was stealing away Jungkook's breath. Fuck, he was so lost. He would do anything just to keep Jimin's hands on his body.

"Lose the jeans," the older instructed while his hands already began to fiddle with the button and the zipper. His whole focus seemed to be on what was beneath the fabric and that made Jungkook lose any inhibitions. He knew he had a nice size, so screw shyness. Jimin seemed to want this like nothing else, so who was he to be hesitant when he was on the receiving end.

His jeans and boxers vanished in one go and Jimin pushed him down to lie on the couch before he settled between his legs and lowered his head over his crotch, and Jungkook could swear that he was getting harder only by the idea of Jimin's mouth on his cock.

But instead of going on with putting the condom, that had magically appeared from somewhere, on Jungkook, Jimin halted in motion. "You're trimmed," he noted surprised and let his fingertips test the neat short hair that led down from Jungkook's navel to his crotch.

"Is that bad?" Jungkook asked, not sure whether men had different tastes. Most of his female beddings had liked the tidy cut, so he had maintained the routine and had come to like it very much.

The older shook his head. "Not at all," he replied with a cheeky grin before he took Jungkook's length into his hand and place a peck on the tip. A snort escaped Jungkook at the teasing, but suddenly there was heat around the head of his cock and a harsh suck wiped the grin off his face. Had Jimin just put on the condom with his mouth? And fuck if that was not hot.

"Shit," he cursed, and a hand snapped down to grab a fist full of silver hair to ground himself. "Don't stop, please."

Jimin's snort sounded like that was the last thing he had been thinking of. And then everything vanished behind a curtain of pleasure. There was heat around his whole cock, vibrations of Jimin's gagged moans, and a tongue that seemed to be everywhere. Flashes of arousal whipped through his lower stomach and he could feel his balls drawing tight already.

Jungkook wanted to draw it out, he really did, but all he could do was moan and roll his hips to meet Jimin's desperate pace. And Jimin was damn desperate. He was sucking and moaning like there was nothing more pleasurable than giving head, than choking himself on Jungkook's dick really, because Jungkook could feel the tightness around his tip that could only be Jimin's throat.

"Jimin, I'm close," he breathed out, hoping that the older would draw out their play a little, but Jimin did not slow down his doings in the slightest. If anything, he tried harder. And when Jungkook came, he did so with his lover's throat contracting around his tip. "Fuck, Jimin, what the hell," he breathed out between moans while his hips were twitching with his orgasm.

But Jimin seemed deaf still, going on with his ministration to the point where Jungkook began to feel sensitive, before he suddenly groaned and let the softening length slide out from between his lips, only to grin a debouched grin at Jungkook. "Good?" he asked lazily and came crawling up to lie down on Jungkook's heaving chest.

"Fucking awesome," Jungkook rasped and began to chuckle, still unable to believe what he had just lived through.

Jimin joined his laughter and asked playfully, "Did you memorize everything?"

Jungkook groaned. "Sorry, nope, I was slightly distracted. Why? Do you want me to return the fa-" His hand had gone down Jimin's joggers when he had been asking to return at least the favor of a handjob, but what he was feeling was slick wetness and a soft length. "Did you just come?"

Instead of being embarrassed Jimin looked smug through the tiredness of his half-closed eyes. "I just looooove sucking cock."

Jungkook's eyes widened amazed. "Shit, that's hot."

"I know. Thanks," Jimin just replied, causing Jungkook to break into full laughter.

"You're unbelievable," he huffed at the smaller man in his arms.

"Not so much."

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Here is a list of Korean movies I consider to be really good and watched more than once:

Heist: the con artists (2014), master (2016), the swindlers (2017)

Crime/Police: the man from nowhere (2010), midnight runners (2017), the terror live (2013)

Psychological: burning (2018), the handmaiden (2016), hwayi monster boy (2013)