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Jungkook woke to bright light streaming from the open blinds.

His face scrunched in discomfort momentarily before he threw an arm over his eyes to block the sun, feeling his bare forearm press against his eyelids and soft cotton scuff his cheek.

"Good morning," Taehyung spoke quietly, voice raspy from being unused until this point.

Bit by bit Jungkook lowered his arm, blinking quickly to adjust the light.

When he did he saw Taehyung in the same position as the night before, the only difference being a steaming mug of coffee sat beside the lamp.

Jungkook sighed, his tired muscles not quite ready to give up the comfort of the soft mattress that he had sunk into so perfectly. As he dropped back into the pillow his head gave a deep throb, followed by another, and another, until he was face down clutching onto the back of his head and groaning from the piercing pain in his head.

He heard Taehyung flicking a page of his book, the gentle rustle of paper was abrasive to his ears like a gnat flying endlessly around his skull. At least if it were a gnat he could swat it.

It took him a moment to register the pressure on his shoulder and another to convince himself not to writhe away from it. "Baby, take these painkillers, I have some water for you to drink too,"

Jungkook hesitantly raised his head, wincing at the movement and the light that pierced his eyes. "Turn the lights off," He mumbled hoarsely. "I'm fucking dying I swear,"

Taehyung rolled his eyes and instructed him to open his mouth, pressing the pills on the back of his tongue and helping him to drink the glass of water. "I can't turn off the sun, I'm afraid,"

He grunted in response, head buried back in the pillow and hands over his ears. The silence was too loud.

A soothing hand rested on his back. Somehow it allowed his tense shoulders to loosen. Weight shifted on the bed as Taehyung got off, if Jungkook's ears weren't covered he would have heard the shuffling of blinds as they were pulled closed.

Taehyung carefully pryed a hand from his ear. "It's darker now, bun," He whispered.

Jungkook hesitantly turned onto his side, sharp pains still permeated his skull but not too much worsened by the room. "Why do I feel so shit?" He questioned wrinkling his nose.

"Tequila," Taehyung said, leaning over to his drawer where he pulled out a small reading light. "That and I forgot to remind you to drink water last night, sorry,"

He clipped the device onto the book and switched it on, bathing the page in yellow light.

Jungkook squinted at it. Last night. He didn't even recall it until that moment. He contained his excitement to a smile, not wanting to agitate his already pounding head.

If it weren't for the suffering evidence he was dealing with currently he would have thought it were a dream.

Oh right, his dream... He grimaced at the memory before pushing his face back into the pillow. Definitely did not have the energy to process that right now.

"Take as long as you need, I'm not doing much today so I don't care if you need to stay in bed," Taehyung's voice was absent as his eyes flitted across the page, searching for the point he put the book down.

"Thank you,"

Not getting a response after that, Jungkook sighed, letting his eyes rest and attempted to ignore that fact his tongue already began to feel like a carpet in his mouth again.

His eyes cracked open and he watched Taehyung read.

With nothing to distract him his thoughts looped back to his shower. To how he had never touched a man.

"What does it feel like to fuck someone?" He asked.

Taehyung took a moment to finish his sentence before looking over at him, offering a slight smile when he saw Jungkook's cheek still pressed uncomfortably into the pillow.

"Why do you ask?"

Jungkook stared at him, irritation creeping into his neck. Wasn't it obvious?

Taehyung sighed. "Feels good. Hot, wet, soft," He listed. "You ever fingered yourself? Just imagine that feeling on your dick,"

He gulped, dry tongue scraping on the roof of his mouth. "I've never fingered myself,"

Already looking back to his book, Taehyung hummed. "You know where the lube is,"

Jungkook rolled his eyes. An hour passed the same way, him laying on the bed and occasionally writhing in pain, sipping water to sooth his nausea while Taehyung read his book.

The older had left momentarily to refill the water, make some tea for them both and returned, leaning over him to place the mug on the nightstand.

The shifting weight on the bed made Jungkook feel sick and he had to bite his tongue to not snap at Taehyung, knowing he should be grateful not irritated.

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah?" He asked, carefully shifting himself into a seated position, one hand cradling his head as though without being held it would somehow fall. It wasn't hurting as much as when he had woken up but he couldn't help the paranoia of making it worse.

"What did you talk about with Jimin?"

Jungkook exhaled slowly and pulled a pillow onto his front. Why did he care? "Not much to be honest," He responded anyway. "We mostly apologised lots but we also spoke a bit about work, school, family,"

"So... Nothing about me?"

Jungkook stared off in thought, recalling their conversations the best he could and looked back to him. "No, you didn't come up,"

His lips were pursed as he lifted the mug to his lips. "Good to know,"

"Why?"

He shrugged, cradling the cup in his palms. "Just I'm a mutual friend is all. Thought I'd be mentioned," His expression was flat and difficult to read as he subverted his attention on the conversation towards his drink.

Jungkook slumped back against the bed and closed his eyes. "Are you close with Jimin?"

Taehyung nodded, leaning back on the headboard. "He's my best friend,"

"Oh... He didn't say anything like that,"

On cue Taehyung's phone began to vibrate beneath his pillow. Jungkook let out a small noise in annoyance to the disruption as he lifted the device to his ear and answered it.

"Hello, one sexy motherfucker speaking," He drawled, shifting to lay back on the bed.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung stared at the plain ceiling, waiting for the person on the other end to stop speaking.

"Good morning to you too, Jimin," He finally spoke, his tone bordering monotonous.

He could hear muffled speaking through the phone and shuffled to lay on Taehyung's chest in the hope if hearing his friend but was still unable to make anything out.

The man's hand soon tangled in his hair, massaging his scalp.

"Don't worry I let him crash at my place. Did you have a good time with Yoongi?"

Jungkook relaxed into his touch and gave up on eavesdropping, closing his eyes and focusing instead on the rhythmic rise and fall if Taehyung's chest beneath his cheek and the way his fingers smoothly caressed his scalp, gently twisting strands of hair as he untangled them for him.

"Hm, you wanna talk to him? Wait I'll put you on speaker,"

There was a hum of static when he held the phone out. Jungkook almost complained, expecting his friend to ruin his peace and as he foresaw, Jimin's voice cut through the noise with an excited greeting.

He swiftly lowered his voice when Taehyung scolded him. "Sorry you're probably wrecked, huh babe? I hope Tae is taking care of you,"

Jungkook smiled widely, loosely laying an arm across Taehyung's torso. "He is,"

"Has he made you breakfast? He's a really good cook and you need to eat,"

Taehyung sighed. "It's my day off, Minie; I'll order takeaway for lunch,"

Jimin gave a disgruntled moan. "So lazy. Kookie deserves to taste your food,"

Jungkook reached to poke his cheek. "Yeah Tae, you didn't tell me you could cook," He complained before letting his arm fall lamely on Taehyung's shoulder.

"Of course I can cook. You don't get a degree on food science without learning to. Also don't call me that,"

"I want to taste your cooking," Jungkook uttered, rolling his head up to look at the underside of his jaw.

Jimin chuckled, the noise merging with static as he moved. "Tae always brings nice food into work, he makes me things too sometimes to make sure I eat. And he always makes pretty cakes and things for us on holidays,"

"Okay that's enough Jimin," Taehyung interrupted.

"Sorry am I ruining your cold-hearted dominant act?" He cooed. "Taehyung is such a sweetheart," He overenunciated his words, a wide grin visible in his speech.

"I will hang up on you,"

Jimin laughed. "I'm only telling the truth Taetae. But don't expect to see much of my cute Taehyungie, Kookie, it took months for me to get this bastard to open up even a little,"

Taehyung's chest jostled lightly as he chuckled, forcing him to lift his head, the hand in his hair slipping down to Jungkook's shoulder. "Damn right. Anyway that's enough truth for today, yeah? Unless Jungkook wants to tell you how good I fuck him,"

"No thank you," Jungkook mumbled.

"We need to meet up for coffee Kook, you can tell me then. I won't tell Tae I promise!"

He winced at the volume. "Of course Minie,"

"Well I need to go now but I'll talk to you both soon, okay? Bye bye,"

The phone screen faded to black as the call ended, falling down the the mattress when Taehyung relaxed his arm.

"So you bake?"

"Don't,"

"Why? It's cute that my muscle pig likes baking cookies for his friends,"

Taehyung flicked his head. "You weren't supposed to know about that. I'll be having a word with Jimin, believe me,"

An idea began sprouting in Jungkook's mind. Maybe Taehyung wasn't as dominant as he made out to be. He bit back a deviant smile and swung a leg over his hip, balancing his weight between his knees.

He could remember so clearly the morning Taehyung fucked him. How he had felt so small and vulnerable beneath him, like he was breaking Jungkook down only to cradle him between his arms and pull him back together.

With that thought he leant forward, pressing into the pillow with his palms as he caged Taehyung to the bed.

It couldn't be that hard to be a top.

Taehyung didn't seem particularly bothered. He stared back at him with a neutral, almost curious, expression and lifted his thumb to stroke his cheek.

Shaking his head to displace the hand, Jungkook pressed their hips together, ducking his head to press hasty open mouthed kisses along the olders jaw.

"Oh is my little bunny horny?" Taehyung cooed, resting a hand on his hip. "As much as I love your ass I think you should still be resting, baby,"

Jungkook paused. He took a while to come up with a response, by the time he had an idea he was being laid back on his side, a careful hand supporting his head.

"I'll order the food now, what would you like?"

♡

The dorm was quiet aside from the repetitive tapping of Namjoon's keyboard.

At one point Jungkook considered tossing it out the window to save himself from the sound looping endlessly in his head.

At least when he had that shitty hangover in full force his only concern was the occasional accidental tug on his hair from Taehyung who otherwise soothed his scalp with those long fingers. This was far worse.

A day had passed already. He had gotten home late, gone straight to sleep, spent the next day studying and now, the morning after, he waited for his friend to arrive.

In a brief text Jimin had offered to come over the day before so now Jungkook was left staring at the door waiting for his friends signature knock.

Namjoon finally agreed to take a break and free him from the loud tapping. He pulled the chair close to the bed where Jungkook sat.

Namjoon had agreed to leave when Jimin arrived and was being even more stubbornly focused than usual because of it.

"So this Jimin guy is your fuck buddies best friend?"

Jungkook shrugged. "He was my best friend first. Taehyung probably has a bunch of friends, seems like that kind of person,"

He hummed and leant back on the chair. "How's it going with him anyway?"

"Pretty good," Jungkook smiled. "He's really good in bed. He refused to fuck me when I was drunk but he gave me a hand job before I left so it's okay,"

"Too much information," He groaned, his nose scrunching in disgust.

"When do you think it's okay for me to call again? I don't want to seem clingy,"

It took a second for Namjoon to answer, thumbing at his bottom lip before he did. "Like a week I guess?"

"I don't want to wait that long,"

He was about the speak again when the door opened to reveal a pink head of hair.

"Jimin!" Jungkook cheered, ushering him in and putting the kettle on then squeezing him in a tight hug. "I can't believe you're here,"

Namjoon stepped back and collected a few things before leaving.

"Neither can I! This is your dorm? It's so cute!"

Jungkook slid a mug of tea across the short counter towards hum. "I'd show you around but you can see everything from where you're standing,"

"Oh yeah? Where do you keep the sex toys?" He pryed, taking a coy sip of the drink.

"I don't have sex toys, Minie. The only toys I've ever experienced are Taehyung's,"

"Taehyung! Yes tell me about him! How are you finding him? Has he eaten you out yet? He's really good at it,"

Jungkook ignored the mental image his brain so helpfully conjured up for him and gently lowerered himself onto his bed. "How would you know?"

"Oh we hooked up a few times when we first met. I don't bottom anymore and we became too close friends to carry on,"

For some reason Jungkook's cheeks lit up with a blush and a twinge of jealousy sparked in his chest. He tried to smother it. He had no right feeling jealous of his fuck buddy fucking other people.

But to know Taehyung had made others feel the same way he did, looked at them with that enticing mixture of care and amusement, made him uncomfortable.

"That's how I know he's good in bed. Even though I prefer topping he still made it good,"

"Yeah, I prefer topping too but it's still nice with him,"

Jimin spat out his drink, cutting himself off with a laugh and slapping his thigh. He caught his breath and wiped his chin. "Sorry Kookie- that sounds like bullshit,"

"It's not! I've never tried topping and I don't think he would let me try,"

"He wouldn't,"

A pout formed on his lips and he didn't bother trying to hide it, knowing his friend would notice anyway.

"Why do you think you want to top anyway?" He asked, the smile slowly dwindling from his lips.

"I'll tell you but don't laugh,"

Jimin pressed his lips into a tight line and nodded.

"Taehyung has a really nice ass... And he's so pretty! Also he seems to enjoy topping so much I want to experience it,"

He noticed Jimin exhaling loudly through his nose but containing any giggles.

"Kookie, Tae is always gonna be dominant, it's just his personality. He might let you finger him or something if you ask though, if you're really desperate for a piece of that ass,"

Jungkook wet his lips, forcing his thoughts to stay on track and fighting away the images that happily formed themselves in his mind. "Have- have you... done that?"

"Nah we didn't hook up for that long. But I know he fucks himself with a vibrator so he's fine with penetration. As long as he's in control I don't think he cares where the pleasure is from. I mean, he really loves that vibrator, horny fucker uses it most nights,"

Jungkook finally raised a hand to cover his face. He couldn't help but wonder if it was the same vibrator Taehyung had used on him.

"Um, what else does he like? I wanna be able to make him feel good,"

Jimin cooed at him but shut up when he received a firm slap on the thigh from a whining Jungkook.

"He's pretty kinky, he'll be happy if you like the same things as him. Other than that, regular stuff, suck his dick, call him daddy- oh! He's really into embarrassment but you probably knew that already,"

"Well what kinks does he have?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow at him and took a long sip of his tea.

"What?"

He snickered. "Nothing it's just a lot to list... You should probably ask him that yourself; he'll be happy to talk to you about it. Though honestly he seems pretty content fucking you vanilla,"

"He talks about me?"

Jimin shook his head. "He's quite private unless I pester for details. I can just tell," He sung, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"How long have you known him anyway? You mentioned it taking a few months for him to open up to you,"

The silence that followed was slightly uncomfortable as Jimin took his time to think of a response, edging around the topic of their argument. "Quite a while. A few months after you and I stopped talking I'd gotten pretty comfortable at that job. Then Tae was joined and worked the same nights as me. He mostly kept to himself but I kept talking to him and eventually he agreed to meet up after work for a drink,"

"So over a year?"

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, we fucked not long after we first started hanging out but we stopped at least a year ago. Taehyung is really nice, I hope he lets you get to know him better,"

"I don't know if we will. He didn't seem very happy about you telling me things about him,"

"You've only known him for a week and a half babes, give him some time,"

Jungkook let out a low sigh. "I hope so, but mostly I just want to fuck him,"

Jimin grinned. "Lucky for you that's all he wants too. When are you gonna call him?"

Jungkook finished his drink and laid back on the bed. "I'm not sure. I'm paranoid about seeming clingy, should I wait for him to call me?"

"No just call, he won't mind,"

Jungkook shot him an unsure look.

"When have I ever given you bad advice!?" Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but was silenced with a glare.

"How are things with your parents? I know I asked already but I was pretty drunk by then,"

Jungkook sighed and opened his arms for Jimin to join him laying on the narrow bed. "They're same as before. No change. Anyway, wanna order pizza and binge a show? I wanna hang out,"

"Course Kookie! I'll pay,"

Over the next few days they met up everyday, spending a little too much time together but excusing it on the basis of their missed years.

Being inseperable was complicated to fit around their schedules and Jungkook was uncomfortably aware of the workload looming, ready to drown him when he started studying again.

It wasn't the first time he had skipped a few days of working but that didn't mean catching up again would be easy.

So, dreading the weekly catch up with his parents and needing every second to catch up with Jimin, the two slotted together perfectly.

Jungkook was the one who offered, noticing how Jimin continually asked how they were treating him and not accepting his vague answers for more than a few hours. Inviting him for dinner to see them again just made sense.

That was how Jungkook ended up in the Destiny dressing room on a Sunday evening.

He was there to meet Jimin who wanted to try and squeeze in just two hours of work before the meal.

He leant on the wooden table that ran the length of the wall, avoiding eye contact with the few people who entered and exited.

He had his head turned to the side to look at the various products splayed across the wooden counter. He saw lots of bottles and pallets, fabric and water bottles.

Maybe he could get Jimin to do his make up sometime. He was sure his friend would love to give him a makeover.

"Jungkook? What are you doing here?"

His head snapped to the side after hearing the familiar deep voice.

Taehyung walked closer and grabbed a small towel to dab away sweat before it started to irritate his skin.

"I'm here to meet Jimin. He's joining for my weekly dinner with my parents," He explained, holding onto the counter behind him.

Taehyung's face hardened and he didn't speak, instead he gulped down a bottle of water.

"Do you have any plans tonight? Or just work?"

He shook his head and took a seat, dragging a few products towards him to touch up his makeup. "Was gonna hang out with a friend but he cancelled; said something important came up. Figured I'd work an extra night since I have nothing else to do,"

Jungkook shuffled closer to where he was sitting. "Sorry to hear it. I'd offer you to join us but it'll probably be boring,"

Taehyung didn't respond to him, only sparing him a quick glance in the mirror before turning his attention away.

Luckily it wasn't long until Jimin came.

He opened the door with a rough shove and ran towards him to engulf him in a hug.

Jungkook patted his back, cheeks stretching to accommodate his smile. "Are you done now Minie?"

He nodded, keeping a tight hold on him as he pulled away. "I brought nice clothes to change into like you asked,"

Jungkook hummed and made some more space between them so he could properly look him in the eyes. "Now remember, they don't know that you're gay and if they do they won't let me talk to you so keep it under wraps, don't swear or interrupt, finish your food and please please don't tell them you're a stripper we will both be killed on the spot,"

Jimin gave a strong nod.

"That's a lot of rules, huh?" A deep voice interrupted their conversation and Jimin let out a soft gasp, his head turning to look at the source.

"Taehyung? What are you doing here?"

"I work here, Jimin," He answered, keeping his eyes on his reflection as he dusted a small brush beneath his lash line. "And I had to drop something off,"

Jungkook watched with mild interest as Jimin composed himself and slid into the chair beside Taehyung, taking some wipes from his own plain bag (as Jungkook had insisted) and rubbed them across his exposed skin. "Oh?"

"It's Jin's sisters birthday and he asked me to make her cake," Taehyung explained quietly, eyes darting to a white card box in a subtle gesture.

"Can I see it?"

"Jin can send you a photo," Taehyung dismissed, rummaging through a tatty maroon make up bag.

"But it's right there," Jimin whined, his hand edging close to the edge of the box in temptation.

"You know why,"

A loud sigh filled the room and Jimin hung over the back of his chair. "You're stupid sometimes Tae, I love you but you're stupid,"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this conversation in front of him. Enjoy your night," He dragged a sponge applicator across his lips before shoving the gloss back into the bag and leaving the room.

"What was that about?" Jungkook asked.

"You heard him," Jimin sighed. "He doesn't want you to know,"