Jungkook lay with his eyes wide open staring up into the dark, his eyes tracing along the perimeter of the ceiling for what must have been the hundredth time.

They'd made out [a/n and dry humped, let's be real] for what felt like an hour, Jimin wordlessly climbing into his lap.

Four hands roving around each others' bodies, still above clothing but the unmistakable, nearly audible, urge to make their way beneath hung in the air.

Two mouths exploring, lips dragging on smooth skin, teeth biting into shoulders, marks made on sensitive flesh.

Sighs escaping with a slight level of shyness led to moans escaping without shame.

Then, they'd separated, breathless.

"I'm really fucking tired, Kookie."

"O-Okay."

Jimin pushed him down and covered them both with the blanket, claiming his place as little spoon before quickly falling asleep.

Jungkook on the other hand...

His body was electrified; there was no way he'd fall asleep anytime soon. He still felt every place where Jimin's hands and mouth had been - a lingering phantom sensation mixed with the very real pressure of where Jimin was currently laying against him, sleeping on the couch.

What did this mean? What were they?

Jungkook couldn't pretend to be unaware of the reason behind the smaller boy's tears. Jimin still cared about Yoongi. He was lonely and upset. And basically, Jungkook assumed, guilted into this... this not-a-date.

Jimin turned in his sleep, facing Jungkook and nestling his face into the crook of his neck, and the younger boy's heart skipped a beat.

Was he... settling for Jungkook?

Was this anything?

If it wasn't, then why did Jimin's head fall into place, perfectly filling the space where Jungkook's neck met his shoulder, as if it had been carved out specifically for him?

He strained to remember the sound Jimin's sighs from earlier in the night and thought to himself that he would be willing to saw off his right arm to be able to play those sounds on a loop.

He was for sure going crazy. But he was pretty much okay with it.

The faintest whisper of wind entered through the open living room window and shifted the curtain. The last thing Jungkook saw was the reddening sky, the dawn of a new and uncertain day, before his heavy lids finally won out and he went to sleep.