"Can you please turn the TV off?" Jung-kook asked the person lying beside him on the bed.

"But I want to watch this," a female replied.

"Why? I'm not good enough for you?" Jung-kook responded as he gripped her waist and pulled her towards him.

"Oh, you're good, no doubt about that, but just let me watch this."

"Suit yourself, but don't blame me for what I'm about to do to you," Jung-kook smirked, placing a hand inside the girl's panties.

"You are funny, Jung-kook. I called you here so we can spend some time together during New Year but why are you suddenly being frisky?"

"Hmmm?" Jung-kook purred as he teased the clit with his finger. "I thought this was a booty call?"

"Haven't we done it enough times to be dating?"

"You know I don't do relationships," Jung-kook murmured against the starlet's neck.

"Later, Kook. They're about to come on," she said, pushing his hand away.

"Who? Who is more important than sex?"

She laughed. "Who else? BTS, of course!"

"Ugh! You killed the mood," Jung-kook griped, flinging the sheets off his legs, and stood up.

Jung-kook walked to the bathroom and turned on the tap. The sound of running water barely drowned the noise from the television. He was there precisely because he needed to escape, and sex was the only outlet for his pent-up frustration.

It had been a week since he last spied Taehyung from his window, seemingly satiated from the lurid exercise that night. He was not supposed to enjoy it, but he did. It was a punishment for his rival, but he wasn't sure who ended up suffering.

Jung-kook returned to the bedroom and caught the last bits of BTS' performance. Damn Taehyung and his stupid bandana. He hoped that the woman currently on the bed would be better than Taehyung performing fellatio on his cock which needed a good sucking. Or else, he's fucked.