Jimin groans as he wakes up, not wanting the burden of starting the day. He stretches his tense muscles, moaning in satisfaction when he earns a few cracks. His eyes lazily look to his side, frowning when he notices Jungkook's bed empty and his sheets were stripped. Fear automatically kicks, thinking something bad had happened to him. He jolts out the bed, sprinting to the door in desperation. As his fingers wrap around the the doorknob, ready to open he hears his angelic voice mark the air.

"Where are you going in such a rush Jimin-ah?" Jungkook rested against the doorframe of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, hair wet sticking to his sexy forehead.

Jimin gulps nervously, throat suddenly bone dry at the sight of him in all his gorgeous glory. Jungkook had a telling smirk tied to his lips, well aware he was being checked out.

"You know I'm suppose to be turning less gay but you're only making me fucking gayer coming out like that." Jimin slyly remarked, laughing at the delicious sight that will be permanently engraved.

Jungkook looks down suddenly shy, finally realising he was half naked and standing in front of the boy he had a such a vividly wet dream about only last night. He scratches his neck out of embarrassment, a cute red hue tainting his cheeks.

"Sorry, kinda forgot I was naked. I just heard running and thought something happened." Jungkook tries explaining himself, eyes still locked to the floor.

"Hey don't worry about it! I mean I'm not complaining." Jimin bites his lip temptingly, "I didn't realise you were so fucking ripped. Damn Kook!" Jimin gives a teasing smile, eyes raking over the gorgeous toned stomach he had.

Jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek, skin growing hotter by the minute the longer Jimin kept looking at him like that. A sudden surge of confidence jolts Jungkook forward, he's on Jimin, using all his strength he pushes the small boys back hard into the wall. Jimin winces slightly at the soft stinging but it didn't last as Jungkook distracted him with a desperate kiss.

Jimin froze for a moment, not prepared for the spontaneous attack though it wasn't unwelcome. Jungkook sensed his tension, deciding to take the lead by gently sliding his tongue in. Jimin couldn't help but moan, pressing his hands awkwardly onto his bare chest. He opens his mouth wider to allow Jungkook to delve deeper into his awaiting cavern, feeling the subtle touch of his smooth hands cupping his cubby cheeks.

This kiss is aggressive yet gentle, Jungkook taking his time to devour Jimin's lips. Both felt the delicious sparks that flew, creating electric pulses to ignite between them. Jungkook's damp skin and soaking hair was dampening Jimin, wetting his white shirt.

Just as it was growing steamy, their tongues dancing, lips swelling the sound of the door clicking breaks them apart instantly. Jungkook wipes his mouth, trying to remove any trace of Jimin being there. Jimin rested against the wall panting, breathless from the short but intense make out session.

"What were you two boys doing? And why are you naked Jungkook?" Jin's rather stern tone surrounds the room, Jimin glances to him, seeing a suspicious glint in his eyes.

Jungkook stood there speechless, not sure of an explanation. He was never good with lying, being taught to tell the truth growing up has made its mark on him. Though on the other hand Jimin was an expert on it, having to do it with his father whenever he went to meet boys secretly when he was still in the closet.

"He's not actually naked he's wearing a towel, and we weren't doing anything, I just slipped getting out of bed and he was helping me." Jimin reply's immediately, not hesitating with his little lie.

Jin eyed them both up, his gut not fully believing them but he didn't exactly have any proof they were doing anything worth punishing as all he saw was them standing apart when he walked in.

"Hmm well get dressed Jungkook, I don't want you walking around like this again or you will be severely punished. And Jimin please come to my office once you're changed, we've got something to discuss." With that Jin leaves, keeping the door open as he did.

Jimin and Jungkook share the same confused look, curious as to what Jin needed to talk to Jimin about.

"Why does Jin want to see you?" Jungkook asked in worry, stepping closer to him, not liking the distance created when Jin came in.

"I have no idea? But I'm guessing it has to do with what I did yesterday." Jimin shrugs, not feeling to bothered about being in trouble, nothing could be worse than what his father did.

Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling this little meeting wasn't good, the pit of his stomach telling him it wasn't. So he grabs Jimin's waist protectively, pulling him in.

"You will tell me if they hurt you right?" He looked down at him sincerely, hands firmly resting on his slim waist.

Jimin smiles at him, a subtle roll of his eyes at Jungkook's protectiveness. He loved the diversity of Jungkook, he could be shy and innocent one second then strong and tough the next.

"I'll be fine Kook, what's the worst they can do? They can't actually touch us." Jimin bites his lower lip, fingers running up Jungkook's chest.

"You'd think that Jimin but they do and they can, they'll do anything if it means we'll stop being gay and turn straight. I just want you to be careful okay? As much as I love your loud mouth it's going to get you into trouble, especially in here." Jungkook confidently placed his hand on the side of his soft cheek, thumb stroking gently.

Jimin laughs sweetly, his gorgeous dark eyes turning into crescents. He actually enjoyed Jungkook's protectiveness, finding it a turn on.

"I'll be fine Kook, don't worry about me I'm a big boy." Jimin winks at him cheekily, causing a heated blush to pass Jungkook's cheeks.

His erotic dream last night coming back, flashes of the filthy things Jimin and him could do to each other being pushed to the front of his mind. He feels the knowing tingle in his lower region at the thought, he quickly moves himself away.

He holds his towel that wrapped securely around his waist, squeezing it in protection. Jimin looks at him confused, wondering why he didn't try go in for another kiss like he expected.

"I should get changed, I've been shirtless for far to long." Jungkook shuffles awkwardly, not wanting to stay there any longer in fear he'd pounce on him.

"Oh right? Yeah, I guess I should get ready. Can't leave Jin waiting." Jimin smiles slightly, moving away from the wall he's been pinned to for so long.

Jungkook quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Jimin goes to his wardrobe, grabbing out the vile grey coloured uniform they demand they all wear. He slips off his shorts, his bare ass on display as he throws his bottoms on his bed. Pulling of his loose fitting shirt, flinging it where his shorts lay he leans down to get his underwear.

Jungkook sighed, staring into his reflection through hooded eyes. He couldn't control himself, no matter how hard he tried to rid his thoughts of filthy ones they'd continue to come. Shaking his head he gets dressed, folding his towel and placing it on the warming rack. He slides his long trousers over his thick thighs, pulling over his shirt, buttoning it up as he steps out the bathroom. But he instantly stops in his tracks when he's meet with the sight of Jimin's spectacular ass. He almost choked, seeing Jimin bent over like that was doing things to his lower half and imagination.

Before he knew what he was doing his feet were moving, suddenly he was inches from him. His hands having a mind of their own slide down Jimin's plump, enticing ass. Jimin jolts at the unexpected touch, not aware Jungkook has creeped up behind him.

"Jungko-." He goes to speak but Jungkook doesn't allow, squeezing his delicate cheeks so skilfully.

"You have a really nice ass Jimin do you know that? It's-fucking amazing!" Jungkook's voice grew husky with desire; arousal.

"Ah-h." Jimin gasped out at the bold action, going to grip the wardrobe for support.

Jungkook presses his body against his bare one, unable to help himself, Jimin brought out the beast in him. His imagination worked overdrive, thoughts of Jimin force against the wooden wardrobe, clawing at the door with desperation as he rammed into him fogged his sanity. Making him squeeze his begging ass hard, getting a firm grip on his full cheeks in his large hands.

"Ah-fuck Kook! Fuck just fuck me." Jimin's voice came out horse, greedy for him, for everything.

Jungkook smirks in satisfaction, leaning forward, pressing his firm chest into his back so he's trapped against the wardrobe. Jimin's cheek is pushing into the cold wood, nails clawing at the wood as he grins proudly.

"Tell me how badly you want it, how badly you need me Jimin-ah." He whispered seductively, causing Jimin's body to shiver in arousal.

Jimin's eyes flutter, clouding in ecstasy. He aggressively pushes his ass back, purposely rubbing it against Jungkook's growing erection.

"I fucking want it so bad Kook! I need your dick in me right now." Jimin glances back seductively biting his lip, the small action turning Jungkook on even more.

"God Jimin! You have no idea how badly I've wanted this. The moment I laid eyes on you I had to have you. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll only be thinking of my dick up your ass whenever you walk." He slips his hand down his large ass, circling his two fingers around his puckering hole.

"Ah-Kook! Fuck." Jimin arched his back as a wave of pleasure washes over him when he inserted his slender digits inside him.

"You like this Jimin-ah? Do I make you feel good with my fingers inside you?" Jungkook's dominance he hides in a shell of shyness comes out thick and strong, smothering the usually strong Jimin into putty under his touch.

"Y-Yes Kook! Ah-Kook. Kook. Kook." Jimin kept repeating his name over and over, growing louder each time.

"Kook? Kook?"

Jungkook blinks his eyes, snapping from the daze that had trapped him for over five minutes. His vision clears, being meet with a lost Jimin who had been calling his name repeatedly.

Jimin wasn't naked like he envisioned, instead he was dressed in the same clothes he was wearing, the grey plaid pants with a white collared shirt and navy blue jumper.

"You okay? I was calling you for ages." Jimin asked him concerned, wondering why he'd just been standing there staring into nothing.

Jungkook rubs his neck embarrassed, once again letting his fantasies take over him. He glances down in shame, realising it was just a daydream. He didn't actually pin Jimin to the wardrobe, feel up his glorious ass that was just waiting for him to enter. No it was all in his head, just a dream he could only see in his thoughts.

"Yeah I'm fine sorry, got lost for a second." He smiled awkwardly, hoping Jimin didn't notice anything, like his semi hard on hiding in his pants.

"We should go, you've got to see Jin and we haven't even had breakfast yet." Jungkook walks to the door, not sparing a glance to him as he left, to embarrassed and ashamed he's already imagining doing filthy things to him and they only meet yesterday.

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I know ! I'm such a tease🤪 I'm sorry. But soon I promise♥️

Love you my psycho bunnies 🐰