"God, you were so hot."

"I'm always hot," Jimin scoffed.

"I-I mean, yeah but like- yeah."

Jimin rolled his eyes and pulled the younger by his nape to press their lips together again.

"I'm really sorry for hurting you though."

"I know," Jimin said with a smile, "It's fine."

"Now that I shot my load in you?"

"Hell yes," Jimin cheered causing them both to burst into a fit of giggles.

"So, I'm not banished to the couch tonight?" Jungkook asked after a pause.

"No, no."

Jungkook smiled and rested his head against Jimin's chest, listening to his heartbeat when-

Sniff, sniff.

That did not smell right.

Jimin raised his head.

"Jungkook, please tell me you did not leave anything on the stove."

"Holy fuck!" Jungkook cried in pure panic and jumped off the couch, running into the kitchen, bare ass jiggling as he went.

Jimin swung himself off the couch and followed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

He began to cough as he entered the kitchen and gasped in pure horror.

"Jeon fucking Jungkook!"

"Fuck, I'm so sorry!" Jungkook yelped.

"Fuck you and your sorry. You are taking the couch tonight!"

The end! 😂