Jimin wasn't a sexter. Never had been and never will be. Jungkook wasn't exactly sexting but he was definitely being suggestive. They hadn't met up in a couple of weeks because Jimin had been helping his mother with charities and luncheons.

"I miss you."

"I'm not the one in Brazil."

Jungkook groaned. "You were busy before I left. I left yesterday."

Jimin snorted as he folded another pair of socks to put into the children's box for the school charity he was attending with his mother.

"Can't handle that I'm not always on your arm?"

Jungkook scoffed. "No. I can't handle that I'm not holding you right now."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "I'm hanging up."

"Nooo," Jungkook groaned. "Talk to me."

"Don't you have work?"

"Maybe..."

"Jungkook."

"When can I come to see you?"

"When you're done with work.'

"Ugh."

Jimin giggled as he heaved the box onto another beside his door.

"Namjoon comes home next month."

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. "Is that your way of saying you'll be all alone when I come back?"

"Mhm~"

"Are you inviting me over, Mr. Kim?"

Jimin snorted. "Not sure if I want to anymore."

"Okay! I'll behave. See you in a week, Baby."

Jimin smiled. "See you in a week."

f.u.

Jimin had yet to learn what day Jungkook was returning. He had sent him his address and then forgot about it. They barely spoke over the week Jungkook was gone. Jimin had distracted himself through the whole week by going shopping and painting.

In fact, on the day of Jungkook's unknowing arrival, Jimin was painting out on deck in the backyard. He was completely alone in the home and it felt cold. Not just because he was alone but ever since that sick fucking day, that house felt ice cold.

He hadn't been expecting any guests, so, the doorbell surprised him. Slowly he made his way to the door and opened it gingerly, worried a psychopath was on the other side of the door. However, instead of a psychopath, it was his overly affectionate boyfriend. Jimin barely got the door open before Jungkook was rushing in, picking him up, and devouring his lips.

Jimin squeaked and gasped as he tried to stabilize himself in Jungkook's arms. Jungkook pulled back abruptly and smiled up at Jimin as Jimin caught his breath, hands resting on Jungkook's shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist.

"I missed you."

"I could've had guests over. You didn't call."

"I wanted to surprise you. I assumed it was fair game as long as Namjoon wasn't around."

Jimin rolled his eyes as he looked away from Jungkook. "Shut the door."

Jungkook kicked the door shut and locked it with one hand still around Jimin's waist. He slipped his shoes off and adjusted his grip on Jimin.

"Where's your room?"

"You wanna have sex already!? You just got in here!"

"Yeah! We gotta make up for time, Baby," Jungkook grinned as he walked up the stairs with his hands snuggly on Jimin's ass.

"You're just an overgrown hormonal teenager."

Jungkook clicked his tongue as he looked down both hallways after ascending the staircase. Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Left. Third door."

Jungkook kissed Jimin's neck as he lightly jogged down the hallway and kicked the door open.

"Stop kicking my doors!"

Jungkook kissed Jimin's neck again in response. He kicked the door shut and tossed Jimin on the bed before he could protest again. He jumped onto the bed, hovering over Jimin as the smaller man's body jumped on the bed from Jungkook's action.

Jungkook dipped down and began kissing Jimin. Jimin's hands slid up Jungkook's chest to wrap his arms around the man's neck. Jungkook rubbed his tongue against Jimin's while sliding his hands up Jimin's fuzzy fleece lounge shorts.

"Hold on," Jimin mumbled as he pulled back from Jungkook.

Jungkook groaned loudly as he buried his face in Jimin's neck. He lifted his head with a pout. "What is it?

"Have you showered?"

"What?" Jungkook stressed with his eyebrows furrowed and raised, eyes in a slight squint.

"Have you showered? I won't let you fuck me if you're dirty."

Jungkook huffed and dropped his face into Jimin's chest. "Yes, Jimin, I showered before I came here."

"Swear?"

Jungkook sat up and rolled off of Jimin. "I'm not even in the mood anymore."

"Fine by me," Jimin shrugged as he sat up and stood from the bed.

"Nooo," Jungkook groaned as he grabbed Jimin's hips and pulled him back in front of him. He wrapped his arms around Jimin's hips and buried his face in Jimin's stomach. He inhaled Jimin's scent deeply before exhaling and pressing his cheek against Jimin's stomach.

Jimin grinned down at Jungkook as he ran his fingers through his hair. He grabbed Jungkook's face and tilted his head to look at him while squishing his cheeks.

"We don't have to have sex, you know. We can just cuddle. Naked."

"I'd fucking love to cuddle you butt-ass naked."

Jimin snorted as he dragged his hands down Jungkook's face in a show of sweetly telling him to shut up.

"I bet you would."

"I'd also love to hear you moan and whimper under me so—"

"I fucking hate you," Jimin hissed as he scrunched his face up in disgust.

Jungkook laughed as he gave Jimin's ass a quick squeeze before slipping his head under his shirt and kissing Jimin's stomach.

"Hey! What happened to naked cuddling!?"

"We can cuddle naked after I've shown you how much I've missed you," Jungkook purred against Jimin's stomach.

He flipped him onto the bed and began kissing his way up to Jimin's nipple. He flicked the brown bud with his tongue. Jimin exhaled as one hand slid into Jungkook's hair and the other around his shoulders. Jungkook made his way up to Jimin's lips and kissed him hungrily. His tongue flicked and he licked across Jimin's bottom lip, hunching over to kiss Jimin harder.

He began to rut against Jimin, eagerly rubbing their fronts together. Jungkook pulled back slightly, his tongue still in Jimin's mouth as he rammed his body against Jimin's, loud grunts leaving his mouth as he did so. Jimin panted into Jungkook's mouth as his hands slid down to grab at Jungkook's ass. He pulled back, leaving a kitten lick against Jungkook's mouth.

"Are you trying to Bluetooth fuck me, Babe? What're you doing?" Jimin teased with a lazy smirk as he rutted up to meet Jungkook's ministrations.

"I'm too lazy to take my clothes off," Jungkook grunted as he buried his face in Jimin's neck.

"You're fucking joking," Jimin laughed before pushing Jungkook and straddling his waist. "Was the flight tiring, Honey?" Jimin fake pouted as he moved to pull Jungkook's suit jacket off and unbutton his shirt.

He pushed the sides of the shirt off of Jungkook's chest and licked a strip up from Jungkook's belly button to under his chin where he kissed Jungkook again. Jungkook shivered as his hands moved to drip at Jimin's waist. Jimin sat up and pulled his shirt off in one quick motion. He moved off of Jungkook and ripped his pants and underwear off.

"Woah!" Jungkook gasped as he sat up, watching as Jimin tossed his pants to the side. "I feel like I just got bitched," Jungkook gaped as Jimin slowly pushed his shorts down.

"Good," Jimin smirked.

"I like your panties," Jungkook reached forward and pulled at the waistband, allowing them to snap back into place. "They're cute."

They were red panties with a cute pink bow on the front.

"Thanks. They aren't for you because I didn't know you were coming," Jimin shrugged as he climbed into Jungkook's lap.

"What underwear would you wear if you did know I was coming?"

"Granny panties," Jimin grinned. Jungkook rolled his eyes as Jimin came to sit in his lap, pushing the younger man down. "Or the black lacey ones."

"My, my. I didn't know you owned such things."

Jimin smirked as he ran his hands up Jungkook's body, allowing them to rest on his chest before leaning down with his lips ghosting Jungkook's.

"Yes, well, those are reserved for my husband," Jimin whispered as he squeezed Jungkook's pecs.

"Are—?"

Jimin kissed Jungkook as he grinded against Jungkook's bare dick. Jungkook grunted as his hands gripped Jimin's ass cheeks, his hands slipping under his underwear to massage and squeeze at the meaty flesh. Jimin sat back up and licked his lips as Jungkook stared up at him.

"You said 'are'. Do you still fuck Namjoon?"

Jimin tilted his head as he grabbed Jungkook's hand to run it up his body. "Would that upset you, Baby?" Jimin pouted as he dragged Jungkook's hand back down his body.

"I'm not sure I have the right to be upset about that. I'm laying here naked with his basically naked husband on top of me, dragging my hand into his panties."

"Who said I'm dragging your hand into my panties?" Jimin raised an eyebrow as he pinned both of Jungkook's hands beside his head. "And don't worry, he hasn't touched me in a long while."

"How long is a long while?" Jungkook grumbled.

Jimin squished his cheek against his shoulder with a coy smile. "Does it matter?" Jimin leaned forward and licked Jungkook's lips before sucking on the bottom one, he pulled back with his lip caught between his teeth.

"Am I better?"

Jimin giggled as he threw his head back. "Why are you asking me if you're better than my husband rather than screwing me into the sheets until I cry?"

Jungkook cleared his throat and looked away before turning back to Jimin. "I'm just curious," Jungkook mumbled.

"Don't be," Jimin hummed. "I doubt I'll ever let him screw me ever again. But you, Jeon Jungkook, have the chance right before you." Jimin leaned closer, his lips grazing against Jungkook's, and he smiled. "Take it."

Jungkook lunged up and kissed Jimin hard. Their lips smacked and slid against each other. Loud pants and gasps filled the room as Jungkook tugged on Jimin's underwear.

"Where's the—"

Jimin wordlessly reached into the bedside drawing behind them and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. The lube was unopened.

"I'm gonna assume you bought these for me."

Jimin grinned as he held Jungkook's face and leaned over his lips. "Good. Because I did."

Jungkook focused on getting lube to coat his fingers as Jimin made out with his slightly unresponsive mouth. Jimin sucked on and licked anything he could while Jungkook spread him open and slid one finger in. Jimin exhaled into Jungkook's mouth as he ground onto Jungkook's finger. He quickened his hips pace as Jungkook quickened his fingers and added more.

Jimin hummed and groaned into Jungkook's mouth, pulling away a few times to moan softly before going back in to suck on his tongue. Jungkook angled his fingers and Jimin gasped as his hips stuttered.

"Fuck," Jimin exhaled as he moved his hips faster, biting his lip as Jungkook thrust his fingers in rhythm with Jimin's movements.

"Okay," Jimin licked his teeth as he pushed on Jungkook's wrist, pulling his hand up to his lips to suck his fingers.

"Fuck, Jimin."

Jimin ripped open the condom packet and grabbed Jungkook's dick, stroking it a few times—causing Jungkook's stomach to clench and his legs to spread—before expertly sliding the condom on.

He pushed Jungkook back down before lifting himself on his knees, grabbing Jungkook's dick roughly and bringing it to his eager hole. Jungkook grunted and huffed throughout Jimin's ministrations. He let out a strangled moan as Jimin sunk onto him. Jungkook watched intently at Jimin's face and the way his pretty brown nipples perked up. Jimin exhaled softly as he gave his dick a few quick strokes before placing his hands on Jungkook's plump chest.

"You know..." Jungkook began.

"Mhm~" Jimin hummed as he slowly moved his hips back and forth, his legs open and closing just barely.

"I'd kill to watch you play with yourself."

Jimin rolled his eyes as he reached up and slapped his hand over Jungkook's mouth. "Would it kill you to shut the fuck up?"

Jungkook licked Jimin's palm and quickly turned his head to suck at his fingers. Jimin snatched his hand away and scowled.

"What? You can suck on my fingers but I can't suck on yours?"

"Shhh," Jimin pressed his finger against Jungkook's lips and quickened his hip movements. Jimin gnawed at his lips as he rode Jungkook faster, Jungkook's moans got a little louder just because of the view on top of him. "Fuck-ah, mmm," Jimin exhaled.

Jimin leaned back and began to bounce on Jungkook's dick, his moans growing louder as he angled himself to hit that spot as best as he could. He could feel the burn under his skin and he knew he was so close. His thighs began to burn slightly so he bounced faster, focusing on Jungkook and the sounds he made and how he pulsated inside of him.

"Fuck, Jimin, shit—" Jungkook grunted and moaned as his hands slid up to begin jerking him off.

Jimin's legs stuttered but he kept his focus on getting Jungkook to his climax. Jimin thanked the highest above when he finally heard Jungkook's loud moan and felt Jungkook fill the condom. Finally, he allowed himself to focus on how fast Jungkook was jerking him and how wet it sounded. Jimin gnawed on his lips and whined as he fucked into Jungkook's head, moaning loudly when he shot ropes of cum into Jungkook's hand and onto his chest. His hips stuttered as he caught his breath. He fell forward and lazily kissed Jungkook as they calmed down.

"We have to shower now."

"Together?" Jungkook grinned.

"No, you're gonna try to touch me."

"My dick is literally still inside of you."

Jimin wordlessly sat up, slipping Jungkook's flaccid dick out of him. He pulled the condom off and tied it off, tossing it into the trash can in the corner of the room.

"I've still got your cum on my hand and chest," Jungkook called after Jimin as he disappeared into the adjoined bathroom.

A wet towel came to slap Jungkook in the face. Jungkook grunted as he roughly pulled it off his face to see Jimin grinning teasingly at him from behind the bathroom door.

"You little—" Jungkook snarled as he shot up from the bed and charged at the bathroom door.

Jimin squealed in surprise and giggled as Jungkook threw the door open and covered his face and neck in kisses. They did end up showering together. Anytime Jungkook's hand wandered too close to Jimin's ass, asshole, dick, or nipples, he threatened to throw him out of the house exactly as he was. Naked and wet. That concept didn't sound enjoyable when it'd be him and outside in the heat. So, he behaved.

"I want naked cuddling," Jungkook grunted as he watched Jimin sift through his drawers.

"I just wanna put panties on, Jungkook," Jimin mumbled as he searched through his underwear drawer.

"The lacey ones?"

"Comfortable ones," Jimin pulled out a pair and slid them on.

"Once again. They're very cute."

Pink underwear with white polka dots and a white lace waistband.

Jimin rolled his eyes before joining Jungkook under the comforter. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin immediately and began peppering kisses all over his face and then kissed him on his lips deeply. Jungkook pulled back and Jimin smiled up at him.

"You're so pretty," Jungkook whispered as he kissed Jimin's nose.

Jimin flushed and quickly turned away to grab a remote from the bedside drawer.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"There's no TV—"

"I've got a projector!"

The wall in front of them lit up and a home screen was shown. Different streaming platforms and movies appeared in a neat card-shaped order. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin and Jimin decided to enjoy it and relaxed against Jungkook as a random movie began to play. Something that had caught Jungkook's attention.

"Min."

"Mhm?"

"We should sixty-nine."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jimin groaned as he covered his eyes.

"Not right now! One day. Maybe soon. Maybe tomorrow."

"Oh my God!"

"Oh, another thing!"

"Jungkook, I really don't want to know. It's like you just let the words in your head come out without filtering it."

"Maybe that just means I'm comfortable with you," Jungkook pouted.

"Aw, is the poor baby pouting," Jimin cooed as he squished Jungkook's cheek.

"Poor baby won't be pouting when I bend you over my work desk and fuck you until you forget how to speak."

Jimin blinked up at Jungkook before sitting up and smacking his chest. "What is your problem!?"

Jungkook laughed as he guarded himself from Jimin's hits with the pillow that was behind his head. "Anyway! I was saying...."

"Uh huh?"

"Can I try on one of your dresses?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I'd just like to."

Jimin nodded as he stood up and opened his closet. He stood in front of his closet with his arms crossed, trying to decide which dress wouldn't go through too much stress with Jungkook's brute size. Jimin jumped when Jungkook came up behind him and slapped his ass. The slap seemed to be amplified due to the lack of clothing that would've otherwise protected him from Jungkook's assault. Jimin couldn't even respond because Jungkook was already wrapping his arms around his naked waist and peppering his neck with kisses.

"What is up with you and the ass slapping?"

"What? Namjoon never slap your ass?"

"He did but you just—"

"I'm just better. Anyway, which one? Maybe the lavender one you wore when he made up."

"Hell no. That one was a little tight on me, you'll fucking rip it."

"Fine."

Jimin finally decided to sacrifice a red silk dress Namjoon had gotten him for one of their anniversaries—or maybe it was an important business gala and he wanted Jimin to look pretty for his partners??—Jimin wasn't sure. There was also a chance Jimin bought himself.

"Here. Put your underwear on first!"

Jungkook groaned but obliged. Jimin helped him into the dress. He complained about how Jungkook's back and shoulders stretched it out. Jimin stomped his foot and whined as he helped zip it up.

It didn't help that immediately after the dress was secure, Jungkook began to pose as a bodybuilder. He flexed his arms, front lat spread, turned around, and flexed his arms again, then angled his hands outward to flex his back.

"You're so annoying," Jimin giggled as he snapped a few pictures on his phone.

"Take some pictures with my phone too."

Jimin agreed as he snapped picture after picture for Jungkook as he made pose after pose. As Jimin watched Jungkook smile and giggle with his dress on, he couldn't help but think about the fact that he wanted this with Namjoon. If you had told Jimin simply seven months ago that he'd be watching his affair partner prance around in one of his dresses while his husband was out of the country, he'd slap the shit out of you. Yet here he is.

He had asked Namjoon in the past if he would slip on one of his dresses and allow him to take some pictures. Not to post. Just for himself. Namjoon had said no and Jimin respected that. However, that didn't mean he wasn't a little disappointed. Now, here is Jeon Jungkook, dancing with him in his room with one of his dresses on.

What was his life?

After a while, Jungkook finally took the dress off and Jimin mourned its life. They were back in bed, cuddled up, when Jimin remembered something important.

"Kook."

"Mhm?" Jungkook mumbled from his sleepy state pressed against Jimin's chest.

"Can I have Min Yoongi's number?"

The world halted and Jungkook slowly sat up and frog-blinked at Jimin. "What?"

"Your friend. Min Yoongi. Can I have his number?"

Jungkook looked away and rubbed his eyes. "Are you homie hopping?"

Jimin smacked Jungkook's arm. "No! It's for Taehyung! He said they were making googly eyes at each other but he's a scared little bitch so he told me to ask you."

"Oh. Okay. Sure." Jungkook quickly sent Yoongi's contact information to Jimin before settling back onto Jimin's chest. "Does he know?"

"No. I haven't told anyone. Have you?"

"Nope. Not a soul."

They then fell into comfortable silence before they inevitably fell asleep, Jimin's painting from earlier long, long, forgotten.

f.u.

"What did you have to say?" Taehyung grinned as he looked down at his phone.

Jimin shrugged as he shifted through the clothes on the hangers. "I just asked him."

"Really? He seems like the type to ask for a favor before helping you out."

"Nope."

"Hmm." Taehyung then quickly groaned. "What do I say to him?" he whined.

"Just say hi," Jimin giggled.

"I can't. You do it." Taehyung handed his phone over to Jimin.

Jimin sucked his teeth. He snatched his phone and quickly sent a text to Yoongi. He narrated what he typed as he did so.

"Hi! It's Taehyung, the guy you told about his cheating boyfriend. I got your number from Jungkook. I thought you were really cute and I've noticed we always see each other—"

"No! Cut that last part out. Just the introduction."

Jimin stared at Taehyung as he deleted the last part of the message before hitting send. He handed the phone back to its owner and then turned his attention back to a cute pair of white flared pants.

"How are you and Jungkook? I'm assuming y'all are on good terms considering you got Yoongi's number and texted me you two made up."

Jimin nodded as he waltzed over to the checkout counter. "Yes, Jungkook and I... we're fine."

f.u.

Jimin never thought he'd see Jungkook in anything other than a suit or baggy clothes. But as he stood in Jungkook's doorway, staring at the man's exposed abs, his thoughts shifted. Jungkook wore a green cropped wide-necked turtle neck and low-rise blue ripped jeans. Jungkook's under breast area peaked from under the turtleneck and his v-line winked at Jimin over his waistband.

Jimin blinked as he stared at Jungkook's midsection, his eyes only tore away when Jungkook pulled him inside and knocked his chin with his fingers.

"My eyes are up here, Baby."

Jimin shook his head and shoved past Jungkook after he kicked his shoes off. He walked toward the common area and flopped down on the couch with a sigh.

"Not my fault you're outfit is distracting."

"You're one to talk. With all those buttons undone and your ass falling out of your shorts, I'd say you're more distracting."

"It is not!"

"Oh yeah? Stand up and let me check."

Jimin scowled at Jungkook. "Hell no, you pervert."

Jungkook chuckled as he bent down, lifted Jimin into his arms, and carried him upstairs to his bedroom. He dropped Jimin onto the bed, collapsed on top of him, and wrapped himself around Jimin like a koala. Jimin giggled as he ran his fingers through Jungkook's hair as the man groaned loudly into Jimin's chest.

"What happened?"

"They want me to get married."

Jimin paused his ministrations and angled his head to get a better look at Jungkook.

"What?"

"They aren't gonna force me, don't worry. But my family has just been very, very, annoying about it. And! Those fucking executives are being so goddamn bothersome. Fuck."

"Well, as long as you aren't getting married, it's okay then."

"What if I was getting married?"

"Huh?"

"What would you do? Would you break us up?"

Jimin sighed as he turned onto his side, Jungkook still clinging to him, face buried in his shirt.

"Yes, Jungkook, we would have to break up."

"Why?" Jungkook grumbled. "You're married."

"Namjoon cheated on me and had sex with me while he was having sex with that guy. This unknown fiance would have done nothing to you to deserve that. It's not the same."

"Well, it wouldn't be like I loved them. It'd be a contract and I could just explain that I already have a boyfriend and—"

"What will you do if they ask you why you don't just marry your boyfriend instead? Hmm? Say 'Oh well, he's already married, so',?"

Jungkook remained quiet as his hands tightened their grip on Jimin's shirt.

"Jungkook—"

Jungkook shook his head and tightened his arms around Jimin. Jimin exhaled softly as he continued to run his fingers through his hair. They remained like that in silence for a while before Jungkook's voice rumbled against Jimin's chest.

"Have you ever wanted to be anything other than Kim Namjoon's husband?"

"Is that all I am?"

Jungkook pulled back quickly. "No! I mean like to the people. Not all people, of course. But like some people. Like you know people—"

Jimin laughed and ran his hands down Jungkook's face before holding his cheeks, squishing his face, and pecking his puckered lips.

"I know what you meant, Kook, and yes I have."

"What?"

"Anything that deals with psychology. Psychologist, therapist, psychology professor. Anything."

"Anything else?"

"A dancer."

"Why didn't you pursue those?"

"It might seem arrogant of me but I didn't want to outshine Namjoon. He was the smart intellectual businessman and I was just his pretty trophy husband. My mother lives this life. She's a housewife and she was a stay-at-home mom when I was younger. I always assumed that life was meant for me too because she was so happy. But, well, I guess who you marry matters.

I wasn't unhappy but I wasn't content. Just sitting at home painting, cooking, and drawing wasn't as fun as my mother made it seem. I want to do something. I want to do more. I'm just worried that life won't treat me nicely or something like that."

Jungkook frowned. "That life should worry you'll stomp on its neck."

Jimin laughed as he rolled away from Jungkook. He sat up and rubbed his neck with a small content smile.

"Can I do your makeup?"

"That's a random change. Why?"

"I don't want to think about my life right now. It'll distract me."

"Oh. Sure, then. Of course. But I don't have any makeup."

"I do," Jimin grinned as he got up and rushed downstairs to grab his bag.

Once he got back upstairs, he straddled Jungkook's waist and immediately began beautifying him. They spoke softly as Jimin did Jungkook's makeup. Jungkook rested his hands on Jimin's butt as he closed his eyes, allowing Jimin to apply eyeshadow. As Jimin applied a bright red lipstick, Jungkook watched his every move carefully. Once he was done, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist and covered his face in kisses.

Jimin giggled and squealed as Jungkook attacked his face, covering his face in red kisses. He pulled away and grinned down at a still giggling Jimin.

"I wanna be covered in your kisses like this."

"Okay~"

"But I'm taking this makeup off first."

"Boo!" Jimin whined as Jungkook pulled him up from the bed.

After Jungkook took his makeup off, Jimin joined him in the bathroom and Jungkook took his phone out to record him as he skillfully applied the red lipstick. Jimin's eyes caught his in the mirror through the camera and he pressed his lips together, tilted his head, and popped his hip out. Jungkook grinned at him. The video quickly ended when Jimin turned and lunged at him, covering his face with kisses. He left long messy kisses on Jungkook's nose and mouth. When he finally pulled away, Jungkook looked at Jimin's messy stained lips and then at his face in the mirror.

"My God," Jungkook laughed as he took in his stained face.

He picked up his phone again, wrapped his arm around Jimin's shoulders, effectively covering his face, and finally leaned down to kiss Jimin. He snapped a few pictures as Jimin was distracted with his lips. Jungkook buried his head in his neck and then snapped a few more pictures like that, making sure you could barely tell who he was holding.

They cleaned up some more before finding themselves back in Jungkook's bed, watching a movie as they waited for their food to arrive.

"You should register for online college."

Jimin blinked as he looked up at Jungkook. "Huh?"

"For your psychology degree. I say go for it, Min. I'll be your biggest cheerleader all the way."

"I don't even—?"

"Money isn't a problem, that's for sure. Here, you can sign up on my computer. The sooner you do it the better chance you have of being registered before the fall semester begins!"

Jimin gnawed at his lip as he sat up. "I don't know..."

"Come on, Jimin. You've got nothing to lose."

"Are you sure?"

Jungkook grinned as he plopped his laptop onto Jimin's lap. "Let's find some colleges."

A/N: this story... IS ASSSS CHAT OMG LMFAO 

I'm just pushing to get it done rn ngl

i hope it'll end up being somewhat entertaining if not enjoyable omg... i was excited to write it and i still am but my planning for this story is AAAASSSS

hope you guys enjoyed this chapter anyway and will continue to enjoy the book...