a/n hi lets pretend it wasnt six months ok <3

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Kiss scenes were one thing. they've been through them, and as much as both Jimin and Jungkook hate to admit it, they don't hate them anymore.

Jungkook admits it, Jimin's a bitch, but he kisses well. Jimin, on the other hand, is in a terrible mood after each one of those scenes, insisting he feels absolutely nothing and that he'd rather kiss anyone else than Jungkook.

So, he's not exactly pleased when it's time for what Jungkook calls dreaded scene 2. Yet again, he's thankful they filmed the scenes leading up to it that morning, because he's not sure how well he would do acting serious while being a complete mess of nerves, heart racing at the thought of the upcoming scene.

"Jimin, you okay?" Taehyung asks, opening the door to the changing rooms where Jimin is lying on his couch, dropping his makeup brush in surprise.

"Oh, Tae. Uh, yeah. Nothing's wrong."

"Jesus Christ, Min, you look like you're gonna throw up. Just tell me what's up." Taehyung sighs, dropping down next to him. "Is it the scene? You'll be fine, come on."

"It's the consequences." Jimin responds softly, and Taehyung lets out another sigh, running a hand through his best friend's hair.

"You'll be fine."

"Tae, you don't get it."

"What don't I get?"

"I... I don't want to catch feelings.". Jimin whispers, and Taehyung laughs, pulling him into a hug, halfway onto his lap. 

"Jimin, that's not-"

"I think it's too late, already."

"Fucking hell, Min, stop speaking in code and tell me what the fuck is going on, and stop crying. You're too hot for that."

Jimin lets out a soft laugh, resting his head on Taehyung's shoulder.

"Sorry, Tae. Jesus, I'm so dramatic. You remember 2016 KBS movie festival?"

"Of course. It was Kook's first win as actor of the year."

"Exactly. It was the first time we met in person, too."

"Mhm."

"You know I really wanted to win, right? But I wasn't mad he won. I mean, we all knew he would. He's handsome, he was really blowing up and everyone absolutely adored him. And God, me too. I was fucking in love with him-"

"No way."

Jimin laughs drily.

"Yeah. He didn't particularly like me, and I'm not surprised. Everyone hated me back then, honestly, with all those rumors and people saying I slept with that one actor to get the lead role, I guess he thought I was just another one of those divas. I mean, it's the reputation I have, and I regret fueling it. Kinda wish I'd chosen a different stage persona, you know?"

"I know what you mean. It'd be nice not to be the nice guy for once, everyone's sweet, innocent Kim Taehyung. And Jungkook, too. He doesn't even go clubbing and fucking all the time like everyone says he does, his childhood friend is a stripper and they hang out together."

Jimin laughs again, disbelievingly and stares at Taehyung.

"Oh my God, I should have known. Either way, he was in a relationship with this one singer, not publically, but I guess he was closeted back then, an he saw me trying to shoot my shot, and I still don't know if he then hated me for flirting with him because he was closeted and scared of the fact he might be gay, or if it's because I was being really cocky and acting like a total douche."

"Ah."

"Mhm. And then a few months later I hear he was talking shit about me to some of my friends, saying he hated how all these gay guys were hitting on him and then mentioned that one rumour, and yeah. You know the rest."

Taehyung nods. He does, mainly because he spent so much time listening to the two rant about each other. Jungkook thinking Jimin was a creep and a diva, believing everything Dispatch printed about him and Jimin thinking he was just a hotheaded, homophobic rookie.

"And it's too late to reconcile now. We've both found plenty we hate about each other, I don't like him anymore, he doesn't like me, and I'm not about to apologize to him or anything."

"Just-"

"No, Tae. If we're suddenly magically friends I'm gonna find myself in the same position as years ago. Even though, at least, knowing what he's actually like will definitely make it hard to fall in love or anything." Jimin says bitterly.

"Min-"

"It's too late, okay? I'm not interested in being friends with him, and neither is he."

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Taehyung's surprised by how much better Jimin seems, it must have been hard keeping all that in. He knows Jimin doesn't really talk to people much, he's probably only ever had a deep conversation with him once or twice. Maybe that's another reason Jimin and Jungkook can't stand each other, because they're so similar.

Both are cocky, hot-headed, always jumping to conclusions and sharp-tongued. Never wanting to be honest to people around them, bottling up their emotions until they lash out at others.

Right now, they're sitting next to each other, waiting for the cameras to be set up in complete silence, Jimin twisting his hands on his lap, but wearing a daintily bored expression and Jungkook clearly nervous, running a hand through his hair every few minutes.

He probably doesn't want to watch his two best friends hump each other, so Taehyung waves a quick goodbye to Jimin, who looks more and more thankful to each person leaving the room. Understandable, these scenes are hard enough, but with their complicated past and countless people watching, it's just going to make it worse.

"You guys ready?" Hoseok asks, and Jimin nods quickly.

"Let's get over this." He says in a drawling voice perfectly masking his fear.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in return.

"Yeah. Don't fuck it up, I don't want to redo this." He tells Jimin, who doesn't bother with a comeback.

It's only a matter of seconds when the cameras start rolling, and Jimin and Jungkook share a look, Jimin giving him a curt nod before leaning against the headboard, looking down at Jungkook through half-closed eyes, eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly.

Jimin's breath hitches as Jungkook mouthes along his neck, arms pinned to Jimin's sides, and Jimin pulls him back down, pressing their lips together and tugging at his shirt, pulling it over Jungkook's head.

He can see the cameras moving closer, probably trying to get a closer shot of Jungkook's naked torso, capturing their hungry kisses, lips slamming against each other and Jimin lets out a soft whine, cringing at himself. It's probably smarter to stick to staged moans, at this point.

He can feel Jungkook slipping his hands under his own shirt, fingers trailing and drumming against his chest, a leg going in between his thigh and he throws his head back, seeing the camera zoom in on him biting down on his lip out of the corner of his eyes, hands warm on the back of Junkook's neck.

Jungkook brings their lips together again, biting down on Jimin's lower lip, and pulls his shirt off as he pulls away, lips moving down his neck and stomach, and Jimin can't deny that as he peers up at him through lidded eyes, making brief eye contact, his heart is pounding twice as fast as earlier.

In that moment, Jungkook kissing his way up his torso, he doesn't know if he's thankful that they're only trying to get shots of them kissing in bed, nothing too Rated-R or if he genuinely wants to do something more than pretending Jungkook's inside of him because, honestly, his throbbing erection is saying so.

So he brushes those thoughts away, ignores the lingering voices in his head telling him how much he should be hating this and arches his back, focusing on the way Jungkook brings their lips together, one hand brushing against his hard cock, rutting his hips against Jungkook's hand, and Jungkook smirks.

"Tell me what you want, love."

And without an ounce of hesitation, Jimin lifts his head, bringing their lips together and mumbles against the kiss.

"I want you."