Warning: kinda dub-con

Two long days had passed since the dinner.

He was still meeting Jimin everyday but he had agreed to study with him to avoid wasting more time. Not that he was any help but he was there in spirit.

The dinner had gone smoothly, they easily reverted to children under his parents watch, behaving well and only saying what needed to be said.

That didn't stop the long rant from Jimin that followed on the way home. Though that wasn't new from aging, it brought a smile to Jungkook's face hearing his friends familiar complaints about the things his father said. It was comforting to have someone on his side that could reassure him not every word his father spoke was infallible.

Jimin had been by his side non stop to reassure him of such things.

His life had been pretty great.

The usual crash he had after seeing his parents was alleviated by his friend and he had something to look forward to everyday with him, injecting joy into his otherwise dull life.

Even so, his body craved Taehyung.

A night didn't pass without the man on his mind and nothing he did to himself could compare to how he made him feel. He tried his best to imitate what he did but he didn't have the skill (or resources) to make it as good. With an embarrassing trip to a store where he left with nothing after becoming overwhelmed with all the different types of lube, he gave up. He also came to the somewhat pitiful realisation that Taehyung knew his body better than he did.

So now he stood outside in the cold, tucked in the doorway of his apartment building to hide from the unsympathetic wind. The brick wall pressed against his back as he cowered away into the small sheltered place, unsure whether he should go in on his own.

People passed by, giving him pitiful glances as they pulled themselves into warm cars and grouped together to leave the cold street.

Jungkook huddled himself in his coat and after a few drawn out minutes growing progressively colder he impatiently pulled his phone from his pocket, pressing the slightly warm glass against his face.

Ringing hummed against his ear for a while. Dread creeped in, followed by embarrassment as it continued, edging closer to the robotic voice indicating the swap to voicemail. Surely Taehyung would tell him if he wanted to cancel? He was ready to hang up when a crackle came through the speaker.

"Yeah?" Taehyung rasped, voice hoarse and distant.

"I'm outside," He muttered, staring up at the dark grey clouds that swarmed the sky. Large drops of rain began to  fall, a couple landing heavily on his head where the narrow doorway covering couldn't completely shelter him. "Are you here?"

"Oh shit sorry, I'm coming," He hung up and Jungkook hugged the phone close to his chest.

Less than a minute had passed when the door opened, the textured glass shifting to reveal Taehyung who ushered him in with hooded eyes and hair sticking up in random directions.

Jungkook watched him with a frown as he headed upstairs, taking it on himself to push the door shut before following, a tentative hand patting his dampened hair to try and make himself more presentable.

Taehyung was dressed in joggers and a t shirt again. Jungkook couldn't tell if it was the exact same outfit as he had worn with him a few days ago but either way it was heavily wrinkled and disheveled in a way that he appeared to not have changed clothes in a while, that or he had slept in them.

Taehyung nudged a shoe from his door that had been holding it open and gestured for him to come in with a wide yawn, sloppily combing his fingers through his curled hair to tame down the mess.

"You were sleeping?" Jungkook questioned, bending down to untie his shoes.

He shrugged. "Is that a crime?"

"No... Just, you knew I was coming,"

"I forgot," He mumbled and pulled his shirt over his head. Jungkook watched him walk down the corridor into the bedroom, dropping the shirt onto the floor.

He followed after him and saw Taehyung sitting on the corner of his bed, rubbing his eyes.

Jungkook stood in the doorway for a few seconds, watching as Taehyung's head sunk into his hands, lips parted as his breath slowed.

"We don't have to do anything if you aren't feeling up for it. I'm happy to buy pizza and chat, I'll pay this time," He offered.

Taehyung shook his head and abruptly kicked off his joggers. "Just come here,"

Jungkook gulped and took small steps to stand between his legs by the edge of the bed. The empty expression on his partners face caused nerves to spark in the pit of his stomach. His eyes were like bottomless pools of ink, uncaring as they stared back at him, face not quite relaxed but expressing no clear emotion, perhaps bordering on annoyance. It was odd to see him in such a state, up close Jungkook saw faint purple tinting beneath his eyes, almost going unnoticed amomgst his tanned skin that masked most blemishes.

When his large hands fiddled with his buckle, yanking the belt from his jeans, he squirmed. It was tossed to the side and he pulled his shirt free from the material. "Take it off,"

"Okay," He whispered unsurely, thumbing at the material before he pulled it away, leaving himself exposed to Taehyung's hard stare.

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek and considered calling it off when Taehyung pulled him close to press gentle kisses on his chest. "So pretty, baby," He said monotonously, thumbs digging into his sides.

He threaded his fingers through Taehyung's hair, looking down at how the dark strands curled around his pale fingers, descending as his mouth worked lower until he was peeling away the denim from his hips.

"Tae," He sighed feeling those warm hands on his bare thighs.

"Don't call me that," He muttered, shifting to the center of the bed and taking a bottle of lube from the drawer.

Jungkook shuffled to the centre of the bed, roughly biting his lip. The scent of detergent on the sheets that had become somewhat familiar brought him a strange sense of comfort. He needed it as Taehyung untangled his underwear from his legs and lubed his fingers, pressing them against his hole without a glance spared to his face.

His irritation couldn't help but dissipate though, as his long fingers curled into his prostate, skillfully rocking his hand into his ass. He continued until there were three fingers inside him, his rim stretched tightly around them causing a faint sting that eased a little with added lube.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut. Short moans fell from his lips and he weakly rocked his hips back against his wet fingers that teased the bundle of nerves Taehyung seemed to find so easily.

His eyes cracked open when Taehyung removed his hand. Soft pants filled the air and he fought the temptation to cover his pink cheeks when the man looked down at him, darkened eyes scanning his body.

"Turn over, I want to fuck you from behind,"

Jungkook pursed his lips but twisted onto his front. Maybe it was better to not see Taehyung when he was like this.

A hand landed on his lower back. "Your body is gorgeous," Taehyung praised, using both hands to feel up his body, parting his legs more so he could comfortably sit between them.

"Thank you daddy," He said before lowering his face into the pillow.

He gasped into the material in response to a slap on his ass. It didn't hurt but the sound echoed tauntingly throughout the room in a way that had him groaning in embarrassment.

Unbothered, Taehyung pressed wet kisses along his back, starting between his shoulder blades, his warm tongue pressing into he skin of his lower back along with gentle grazes of his teeth, the wet heat working lower and lower. Jimin's words spiralled in his mind. Was he going to eat him out? Did he want that?

He felt him sucking marks into his skin, tongue tantalising him with each movement.

He held his ass cheeks firmly in his hands and parted them; Jungkook bit into the pillow.

The hands fell down to his thighs and the next he felt was his hard cock against his skin.

"Ready?"

Jungkook gave a small nod despite his disappointment and braced himself, lifting his head to breath properly as Taehyung pushed in, his length stretching him slightly further than was comfortable.

Still, he clenched around him, moans of anticipation catching in his throat as his still cock teased the sensitive skin.

Taehyung gripped onto his hips and gave an experimental thrust, massaging the flesh beneath his palms.

Jungkook hummed and shifted to get a more comfortable hold on the pillow beneath him, adjusting to the fullness and mentally capturing the sensation for his fantasies later on. His cock curved gently against his stomach, his hard tip grazing his soft lower abdomen.

Taehyung let out a pleasured sigh as he started at a slow pace.

It didn't take long for him to get rougher, slamming his hips into the soft flesh of Jungkook's ass, causing a lewd slapping sound that combined with his deep groans in a pornographic symphony.

Jungkook arched his back, his right arm hastily rubbing his cock in time with his thrusts and moaning shamelessly, unable to hide his pleasure even if he tried.

His forehead pressed against his arm on the pillow. He panted between the sounds that ripped through his throat and sweat beaded down his neck in with a tickle. His body burnt with arousal beneath the other man's touch and his swollen cock ached with the need to cum.

He could feel so easily how with each fast slide of his cock against his walls he was edged closer to his climax until his thighs began to shake beneath the pressure.

"Daddy," He groaned, mattress creaking beneath their weight as Taehyung kept his relentless pace.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered shut, clenching around Taehyung's cock as he came onto the sheets beneath him, writhing against the man's hold. The intensity had his hand stuttering around his length, unable to cope with the pleasure that flooded his system.

That pushed his partner over the edge, coming undone with a low gasp and slowing his movements to ride out his high with a series of low moans and curses. He could almost imagine his expression with each sound that left his lips but it wasn't good enough.

Jungkook twisted to try and look back at him but struggled, instead surrendering to fall onto the bed and catch his breath.

The condom was soon dropped into the bin along with a small wad of tissues.

Rolling onto his back, Jungkook looked over to Taehyung who had already gotten off the bed to gather some clothes.

"Do you want a shower before you go? If so you can go first,"

He pulled himself up to a sitting position. "We could shower together?" He offered, his breathing starting to level out.

"Why? We already had sex,"

"Efficiency," Jungkook shrugged. "Is something wrong? You seem off,"

"No offense but it's none of your business, Jungkook. I'm going to shower now, join if you like,"

He sat on the bed alone for a minute until the discomfort lube dripping down his thighs and cum drying against his skin urged him to move. Wincing as he balanced himself against the nightstand, he took a thin blanket from the bed to wrap around himself and took a slow walk to the door when the desk caught his eye.

Jungkook waddled over to it, letting the blanket drape lazily off his shoulders as he peered to the door before looking down.

There wasn't anything interesting at first glance, a makeup bag was pushed into the corner and a laptop pressed to the back of the surface by the mirror. Other than that pens and paper were sprawled across the desk, he began reading a piece but quickly found it was full of jargon he struggled to understand.

Instead he took a look at himself in the mirror. He fixed his hair and saw his cheeks redden as he took in his fucked out expression, raising a hand to rub his face in the hopes of returning it to normal.

From where he stood at the desk he could also see the bookcase but the selection seemed about as interesting as the 'fun' extra reading those from his classes would talk about.

In fear of being caught snooping, and more importantly missing the shower, he headed to the corridor, taking a moment to remember which door led to the bathroom.

As he approached he saw that the bathroom door was open so he walked in and closed it behind him, placing his clothes in a messy pile beside Taehyung's.

His bare back was on display as he tugged the curtain open and hung a towel on the radiator. His posture was as good as ever but somehow the way he held himself made Jungkook feel unwelcome, as though the man was irritated by his presence. It occurred to him that Taehyung probably didn't expect him to actually come.

Deciding to stay anyway, afterall he had been invited, he took a step closer.

"Don't expect me to wash your hair," Taehyung mumbled as he stepped into the shower, holding the curtain open for Jungkook to join.

He scoffed in response, stepping into the tub beside him. "I didn't ask,"

A few seconds passed in silence as Taehyung focused on adjusted the shower head, raising it slightly so it could better reach them both.

It started suddenly in a fine mist before becoming heavier; the sound rattled around the room as the water bounced off of the acrylic tub at their feet.

The water sprayed a steady stream over them, tepid at first then heating quickly to the set temperature.

Which was high.

Steam clouded the room and scorching water forced a yelp from Jungkook as he hopped away, wincing as dots managed to reach him from the opposite side of the tub. "Turn it down! Ahh my feet are burning you're a psychopath," He whined, pressing against the cool tiled wall as lifting a leg to avoid touching the water that pooled beneath them.

"Shut up," Taehyung uttered, adjusting the dial. "It's not my fault you can't handle heat,"

"I swear that has to have been the highest setting! No one actually uses that!"

"I do!"

Jungkook pursed his lips, relaxing as the burning sensation left the soles of his feet and he was able to move closer. "You can turn it up a little..."

Taehyung rolled his eyes and shifted to stand fully beneath the stream water. He rinsed his hands, hands then his face before closing his eyes and rubbing his fingers into his scalp. His wet hair fell in solid clumps, the usual texture weighted down by the water that saturated the strands. He let out a small sigh as he separated the clumps with his fingers and scooped them back over his eyes, revealing his forehead.

A strange sense of deja vu flooded Jungkook's mind and it took him a few seconds with realise why.

Oh.

With his dream on his mind again he couldn't help but breach the subject. Jimin had given him just enough hope on it to ask.

"Taehyung?" He started, watching as the man rubbed his shoulders monetarily before squeezing a glob of shampoo into his palm and then onto his hair, water still dripping down his torso as he shifted just enough to avoid the water hitting his head.

"Yeah?"

"I uh, can I..." He trailed off, eyeing the way his brows furrowed and he tipped his head back to prevent the soap suds from entering his eyes.

He soon rinsed the soap free from his hair and when Taehyung realised he wasn't going to continue, he sighed impatiently. "Can you what?"

His cheeks flushed and he shook his head.

"Is it a sex thing? If so then probably," He shot Jungkook a small smirk and turned to grap another bottle, holding the first out for him to use.

His nerves calmed slightly seeing the familiar expression.

Bottle clutched tightly in his grip, he stared down at the water splashing down at their feet. "Actually I um, I don't care what but I like your ass..."

"You want to top?" He asked quickly, turned back to face him.

Jungkook cautiously raised his head to meet his eyes and regretted it when he was met with a stoney expression.

"No! I know you don't want that but Jimin said you might be okay with something else,"

"Oh yeah? What else did Jimin say?" He snapped, fingers snagging in his hair while he rubbed in the second product.

"He didn't say that much... Just that you use a vibrator and you're good at eating ass. I swear,"

He could have sworn he saw his tanned cheeks grow a light pink but he turned away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask about you he just told me,"

Taehyung finished rinsing his hair for the second time and shook his head. "I get it. He doesn't know boundaries,"

Jungkook carefully placed the bottle on the edge of the bath and shuffled closer to the water to wet his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut as the warm water streamed over him. He nudged the sodden hair from his eyes.

When he stepped back, massaging the product into his scalp he glanced towards Taehyung. "So is that a no or..."

"Of course it's a no,"

A pout formed on his lips. "Can I ask why?"

The man sighed loudly. He had almost finished washing his body and Jungkook had almost given up hope of a response when he finally answered.

"Because I don't trust you,"

"Oh..."

"I don't know, anal is just more intimate to me and I'm not comfortable with it,"

Jungkook nodded, his body moving slowly to compensate for his racing thoughts. Was anal intimate? Was he taking it too lightly? Are you supposed to trust people who shove their dick up your ass? Why didn't Taehyung trust him?

Eventually he settled on something. "Should- should I be trusting you?"

Taehyung hummed and stepped out, leaving the water on for him to finish while he took a fluffy white towel from  the radiator to dry himself. "That's your problem,"

He didn't say anything else and within a few minutes Taehyung had left, leaving him alone to let out a sigh of disappointment.

So much for getting some of his ass; it was worth a try.

He finished up and got dressed, being sure to turn the heat setting back up to full for Taehyung's next shower.

Jungkook wandered down the corridor, peering into the kitchen before the bedroom and seeing Taehyung seated at his desk, arm resting on the wood as he lamely shuffled through some of the papers. His eyes were glazed as he took in the notes on his desk, not quite comprehending the information and instead letting his gaze wander onto the next piece.

It was a feeling Jungkook knew intimately from his own studies.

"Hey," He let out, alerting him to his presence.

Taehyung twisted to face him. "Hey," He answered. "You can see yourself out, yeah?"

"You want me to leave?" He asked quietly. Even though he had only seen him a handful of times he'd gotten quite used to the cushy cuddling with pizza and felt a pang of loss at the idea he wouldn't get it.

"Yeah, I have work to do,"

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Client confidentiality,"

Jungkook sighed as Taehyung turned back to his work and gripped onto the doorframe to balance himself, feeling the cool gloss paint beneath his palm. "Okay... I'll go now,"

Taehyung mumbled a goodbye and Jungkook walked away, dissatisfaction laying uncomfortably in his chest while he tugged his boots back onto his feet and left.

He took his time leaving, dragging his hand along the metal railing in the stairwell as he took each individual step down with care, dreading the moment he would have to step outside and silently hoping Taehyung would come and invite him in, apologise for... Well, for what he wasn't sure. But he knew he wasn't happy like the other times he had seen Taehyung.

Bracing himself, he opened the door.

The wind had subsided but the cold hadn't, his damp hair freezing at each gentle breeze and his exposed neck uncomfortably chilled.

He shivered and fished his phone out of his pocket to call Jimin.

It had barely rang for a second when he answered.

"Hey babe! Why are you calling? I thought you were with Tae tonight?" His usually enthusiastic voice faded quickly into concern.

"I'm okay Minie, he kinda kicked me out. Well that's harsh but- he said he has work to do so I couldn't stay,"

Jimin made sympathetic noise. "Sorry he's been grouchy lately. I hope he doesn't take it out on you,"

"It's fine Minie, he didn't do anything bad he just wasn't as nice as usual and it threw me off," He said, walking down the street towards the nearby bus stop, the shabby structure was visible on the street corner nearby and would provide shelter if the looming clouds continued their downpour.

His pace was faster now and even though he knew the walk back to his dorm wasn't far, he was sore and wanted to move as little as possible. Taehyung had been rough with him and he was half conscious of the emptiness in his ass that felt almost as if his intestines would spill out if he failed to clench them in. Opting instead for waiting for the next bus and saving himself the uncomfortable journey back, he prayed that the bus would arrive imminently.

"Still..." His friend spoke after a momentary silence.

Jungkook slumped against the angled bench of the bus stop, feeling the coldness of the painted metal seep through his jeans.

"Was the sex good at least?"

Jungkook laughed and nodded to himself. "Yeah he was still good, I think it'll take me a bit to recover from this one though. Oh I asked him about... y'know. But he said he doesn't trust me enough to be comfortable with it,"

Jimin hummed. "Don't take it personally, Kookie. He doesn't trust a lot of people,"

They continued talking for a while; Cars passed by him occasionally; few people were walking because of weather but in time, more people gathered around the bus stop.

When his bus finally arrived nearly thirty minutes later he thanked his friend for keeping him company and headed home.

♡

Jimin ran up the flights of stairs in a hurry and banged on the door. Getting no response he groaned and tried again, glaring at the gold numbers he internally questioned if he hit it any harder, would it break?

Without a chance to experiment further, it opened.

"Jimin," Taehyung sighed. Jimin paused for a moment to take in his appearance. "You're here because of Jungkook aren't you?" Jimin looked back at him. He looked tired, his usual bubbly friend nowhere to be found.

"No! I mean, yes, kind of. I spoke to him and was worried about you. I know you're mad at me but please just forget about it for one night?"

"Why should I do that?"

"I know you need someone, Tae. I'm sorry I haven't been with you and I don't know what I can do to make up for it but in the meantime I can't rest knowing you're alone,"

"You're overreacting. I'm fine,"

"Is that what your mother told you?"

Taehyung stilled, knuckles turning white around the door handle.

"You're allowed to be emotional over smaller things, Taehyung-"

"Just get in before I change my mind," He interrupted, stepping away from the door.

Jimin hastily kicked off his shoes and shut the door, following after Taehyung who was already sitting back at his desk at a chair slanted towards the door.

Jimin caught his breath as he stood beside him, eyeing his friend with concern.

"Jimin stop looking at me like I'm about to fucking combust,"

He apologised and sat on the bed before standing again with a grimace. "Did you wash the sheets?"

"You and Jungkook sure like to talk, huh? Of course I changed the damn sheets. I'm hardly going to sleep on his cum,"

"I thought you were working," Jimin pointed out softly, making himself comfortable in the mess of blankets.

"I lied,"

Jimin frowned, head tilted down to face his lap. "It's not his fault you know, me not being there. Don't take it out on him,"

"Why do you think I made him leave? I'm not trying to hurt him,"

He nodded and patted the bed next to him, encouraging his friend to join him. "How long have you spent in bed today?"

He crawled onto the bed, careful to avoid the black and tan ball of fluff that laid amongst the pillows. "How should I know? The day minus however long I spent fucking Jungkook. I did a work out too,"

"That's good," Jimin said, smiling when his friend laid down beside him and reaching to pet the dog he hadn't previously noticed.

Taehyung hummed and sighed appreciatively when Jimin moved to rub his shoulder, small hands loosening the tension he had allowed to build up in the muscle.

"Was he upset? Jungkook, I mean," Taehyung asked quietly. "I still fucked him good so he doesn't really have anything to complain about," He added afterwards, slightly louder.

Jimin hummed. "He was confused; he'll be fine, Tae. I'm more worried about you at the moment,"

He wet his lips. "I'll be fine too. So will she," Taehyung took a deep breath. "I guess I'm just upset that you ditched me then of all times. You know how much it scares me, I trusted you,"

His voice was quiet and Jimin could hear a slight wobble in his tone that sent a wave of guilt crashing over him.

"I know Tae, I don't have any excuses, I was stupid and I'm really sorry," Jimin pulled him into his chest, feeling his friend quickly tighten his arms around him. "She's okay for now Tae," He whispered, feeling him nod against his chest and sniffle softly.

They laid there for a while, not paying attention to the time but instead just existing in eachothers presence.

"I'm not mad at you," Taehyung whispered eventually, breaking the comfortable silence. "I want to be but I'm not," He admitted, rolling his head to face Jimin.

Jimin leaned forward to press a soft kiss between his eyebrows and Taehyung let his eyes close. "That's okay, I can still act like you're mad at me if you like,"

Taehyung smiled and nudged his side. "I'd rather you just stay with me. I know it hasn't been long but it's hard not having you around,"

"It's not about the length of time Tae, we both know that,"

He gave a solemn nod. "Can we talk about something else? Anything is fine, I just need to stop thinking about it. It's been driving me insane for days now,"

A glint sparked in his eyes and Taehyung groaned, rolling away from him and staying silent for a moment. "Fine, we can talk about Jungkook,"

His friend cheered and sat up, pulling a pillow into his lap. "So how is he in bed? I always imagined he would be shit to be honest,"

Taehyung sighed and wet his lips. Usually he wouldn't share such crude details but he needed a distraction. "I stand by bottoms not needing skill. He has a nice ass, I like his shoulders and waist too, his skin is really smooth. I like touching him,"

"They don't need skill the way you fuck them," He snickered. "Couldn't move if they wanted to,"

"I'm not that rough with him Jimin, damn. He's barely lost his virginity,"

"He thought you were very rough today,"

Taehyung frowned and rolled to face him. "He still liked it. He just got too used to me being sweet with him,"

"You're always sweet," Jimin cooed. "It was the best part about fucking you, don't get me wrong I'd never do it again but your little pet names and touches made it good,"

"Well not anymore. It's my new rule: no cuddling, no sweetness. If he doesn't like it he can fuck someone else, I was only with him to help you anyway,"

Jimin shifted on the spot. "If you do get attatched to him it's okay, Tae. If anything happens between you two I'll be there for both of you,"

"You say that now but if it came down to it you would choose him, wouldn't you? And he would choose you, no doubt,"

"You shouldn't think about those things, Tae. I'm not leaving you, I promise, no matter what happens with Kookie. You can't get rid of me that easy,"

Taehyung shrugged and Jimin dropped the topic, noticing how his dark eyes unfocused, distancing himself from the conversation.

"I was surprised you liked him, he's not your usual type," He said instead. "First guy you've fucked who doesn't have abs, no?"

Taehyung sat up and took a sip of water. "Yeah, there's just something about him I found alluring. He was a lot of fun to wind up,"

"I think he might start working out again anyway, he was saying how you and I have inspired him. You'd like that, no?"

"Again?" Taehyung questioned, leaning over Jimin's shoulder as he giggled and reached for his phone, unlocking it to reveal his homescreen, a blurry photo of them both.

"Kookie used to be fit," It took him a moment to scroll through a couple years back in his gallery. He pulled up an old mirror selfie Jungkook had taken. His phone torch was facing the reflection, hiding his face and blasting bright lines across the picture that almost obscured the defined muscles of his arms and abdomen that he was showing off.

Taehyung snorted holding onto his friends shoulder, reaching to tilt the phone towards him so he could get a better look. "He looks like someone I would fuck there,"

"He looks like a straight fuckboy," Jimin chided, scrolling through a handful of similar pictures.

"It's hot though,"

"Such a dom. I bet you wanna do so much shit to him right now, huh? Horny ass,"

Taehyung nudged his arm. "Don't judge me. It's impossible to not want to, he looks so smug I want to break him and he would love it,"

"I think he'd love your ass more," He cackled, squirming on the bed to avoid Taehyung's fists that gently curled onto his sides.

"I can't believe you gave him that idea!"

"I genuinely thought you might like it! Like some femdom shit, power bottom, don't tell me you're not into anal I know your relationship with that stupid vibrator,"

"It's not stupid,"

"It's bright purple!"

"Don't colour shame!" He combated, sitting back against the backboard.

Jimin took a second to calm himself, taming his giggles. "You said no to him though?"

"Yeah, I'm not comfortable enough with him for that. Maybe if I get a boyfriend I'll try some of that power bottom style shit,"

"You're thinking of dating again?"

Taehyung shook his head. "I'm not ready for that, I'm happy with how things are right now and I don't want to mess it up,"

Jimin sighed. "You're not gonna give Kook a chance then?"

"Nope, we're just sex. Now if you want to know shit you can ask him yourself and he has no excuse to pry into my life,"

"Don't you want to be friends with him at least a little?"

Taehyung sighed. "There's no point Jimin. He would end up ditching me, I just know it. The shit he's said about his parents, they don't want him to be friends with us and he might fight it for you but he doesn't care enough about me. I would be the one who gets hurt,"

Jimin offered a slow nod and Taehyung was relieved that he wasn't fighting him on it. Silence settled between them. "What shall we do now then?"

"There's a new show on Netflix I wanted to watch?"

Jimin grinned. "We can order food too. Do you want to watch in here on your laptop or in the living room?"

It didn't take long for them to relocate, a banquet of leftovers had been pulled from Taehyung's fridge for them to munch on while they watched the series in the darkened room.

There was a moment of silence as the opening theme ended, the room drenched in darkness for just a second before lighting up, a few seconds passing as the first character had appeared.

"Thank you, Jimin," He whispered, giving him no chance to respond as their attention was quickly sucked back into the show as it started properly.

19/03
I hope you liked his part! It's extra long :)
Probably should have split it in two but oh well.

I was thinking of changing the name of this story. This name was only ever meant to be temporary but I couldn't come up with anything else 😭

If anyone has ideas lmk!