Life couldn't be more confusing.

Jimin had decided to visit his parents and got roped into helping his mother prepare lemon squares and red velvet cupcakes for her book club.

As he stared at the red cake batter, his mind wandered. He hadn't talked to Jungkook for three weeks. He hadn't seen him either. He was curious to know if Jungkook was just respecting him and his choice to think about everything, or if he was fed up and gave up on everything regarding Jimin.

He had only heard about the man from articles, news outlets, and his husband.

Anytime Jungkook's name entered his ears from Namjoon's lips, it felt like he knew. But he didn't know. Jimin knew he didn't know because Namjoon spoke of Jungkook in such high regard.

He didn't know what to do. He did really enjoy Jungkook's presence. Spending time with the younger man reminded him of the days he and Namjoon had first started dating. It helped that their first time together was... nice. He couldn't help thinking of Jungkook's hands on him, how Jungkook held, kissed, and looked at him.

The moment Jimin decided to leave was burned into his mind. Jungkook held his waist and stared deeply into his eyes. He sighed as his hands came up to hold his face and he leaned in to kiss Jimin. He kissed him slowly as if he was trying to convince him to stay.

It was all so horribly confusing.

"Hey," Moon, Jimin's mother, smacked his butt. "Why are you zoning out, Hun?"

Jimin turned to her with a small smile. "Mama, can I ask you something?"

"Of course!" She smiled as she continued mixing her icing for the cupcakes.

"How did..." Jimin sighed as he looked back down at the red batter. "How did you know Dad was the one for you?"

Moon hummed as she sat the icing aside and turned to her son.

"I'm not sure if I'm being honest. I just felt it, you know? I knew he wouldn't embarrass me, he swore he'd always protect me, and he looked out for all of my needs while also still taking care of himself. He wasn't some egotistical asshole but he also wasn't a lapdog. He was just my Jinsoo. Still is."

Jimin hummed with a smile. "You just knew?"

"Mhm! But why do you ask? Issues with Namjoon? Just say the word and I'll send your father—"

"No," Jimin chuckled as he shook his head. "Nothing with Namjoon. Well, I guess there are some issues with Namjoon. I don't know. I just haven't been sure of myself recently."

Moon frowned. "What's going on, Hun?"

Jimin sighed as he rubbed a hand down his face. He couldn't tell his mom he fucked Jungkook and he's thinking of where to take his religion with the man now. What would she think? How disappointed would she be?

"Mama."

"Mhm?"

"I... I got into a disagreement with a friend—"

"Taehyung?"

"No."

"Oh. Okay, continue."

"But anyway, we haven't talked in weeks and I'm getting worried. I don't know what to do."

"Well, what was the disagreement?"

"Taxes," Jimin winced.

Moon looked at him with a look that read "Seriously?" but she shook her head with a laugh.

"Well, okay. I'd suggest you go talk with them and work it out. If you genuinely want to keep the friendship and you enjoy being friends with them, work it out," she bumped his hip with her own and smiled.

Jimin nodded to himself. "Okay... Thank you, Mommy."

"Mhm," Moon kissed his cheek. "Now get to pouring, they'll be here in an hour."

Jimin laughed and nodded as he began to carefully pour the batter into a cupcake sheet.

He'd talk to Jungkook and hope he'd understand. He knew he shouldn't even keep Jungkook's number in his phone but he couldn't lose his one personal comfort.

Call him stupid, call him selfish, he didn't care. Affair or not, Jimin didn't want to lose Jungkook as someone in his life.

He'd figure it out.

f.u.

Kim Taehyung was so damn fake.

"I'm sorry I don't want colon cancer?"

"You're leaving me alone with that man!" Jimin hissed into the phone as he tossed his clothes on the bed and shoes near the bed.

"I couldn't reschedule my colonoscopy again, Jimin."

Jimin screamed into his pillow. "Now I actually have to just sit there and look pretty."

"Show me your pretty outfit!"

Jimin groaned as he sat up and propped his phone up on a few pillows. He lifted his lavender silk dress as it hung on a hanger, beautifully smooth and shiny. The sweetheart neckline wasn't too deep and there was a slit up the left side. There were thinking straps and a sheet off the shoulder sleeve.

"OMG so cute! You're so staying on the phone with me until I have to go."

Jimin rolled his eyes as he moved to get dressed, keeping his heels by the door. He wrapped himself with a robe and began his makeup and hair. He spoke with Taehyung about a bunch of different things but mainly Min Yoongi.

"Come on! Why haven't you slid his number yet?"

"If you think I'm taking so long, ask him yourself."

"No! I'm not rushing you, just asking, ahem."

Jimin rolled his eyes before focusing on applying his eyeliner. "Well, Jungkook and I aren't exactly talking right now."

Taehyung's eyes bucked as he got closer to the phone. "What!? What happened? What did he do?"

Jimin laughed as he moved to his lips. "I love how you immediately assume that he did something wrong."

"Well, you're my best friend so you never do anything wrong."

Jimin snorted as he applied his cinnamon brown lipstick after applying his cherry lip balm. "Well, contrary to popular belief, we just had a slight argument. Also, it's not like he hadn't tried to text me, I just haven't responded."

"Ugh, Jimin. Let him suck your dick or something! I need that number!"

Jimin scoffed. "I'm hanging up on you—"

"Nooo!"

"I've gotta go soon anyway."

"Okay but, how long has it been since y'all talked?"

"Uh," Jimin stalled as he clipped in his earrings, "three weeks."

"Three weeks!? Jimin what the fu—"

"Jimin?" Namjoon called followed by a few knocks. "It's time to go."

"Alright," Jimin responded as he turned back to his phone. "I gotta go, Tae."

"Okay, okay. Text me when you two make up!"

Jimin snorted as he grabbed his heels and bag. "Will do."

f.u.

It felt like a slap in the face going to an anniversary celebration. It felt like an even harder slap when his eyes landed on Jungkook and Jungkook didn't immediately look back. It seemed Jungkook could always tell when Jimin was looking at him. Jimin wasn't sure if Jungkook just hadn't noticed or just didn't bother.

Namjoon took Jimin's hand and pulled him toward a table with their names set there. Of course, in front of him was Jungkook and his father. The three other men spoke joyously over something Jimin couldn't care less about.

He just couldn't understand how Jungkook was able to talk and laugh with Namjoon knowing he'd had sex with his husband who sat right beside him. Jimin felt beyond uncomfortable and he wasn't even the one acting cordial with Namjoon at the moment.

Throughout the night Jungkook hadn't bothered with Jimin and he knew he should be thankful. He should, shouldn't he? This was what he wanted. Or what he told Jungkook he wanted.

How could he tell him it wasn't?

He stared at Jungkook as he sat and spoke with a few women around him. He hoped Jungkook would feel the stare and it'd be too much.

He hoped, and hoped, and hoped.

Jungkook's eyes snapped to him and he straightened up. He quickly smiled at him and tried to motion with his eyes for Jungkook to follow. Jungkook's face feigned taunting amusement as he looked away and Jimin almost rushed over there. He bit his lip as he looked around and his eyebrows furrowed.

Jungkook's eyes found him again and Jimin subtly ushered with his hands for Jungkook to follow. His expression was sour as he wrung his hands together. Jungkook sighed but nodded as he looked away for a moment and Jimin grinned as he turned on his heels and walked down a hallway. Not too fast to draw attention or lose Jungkook and not too slow to draw attention either.

He entered an empty lounge room that had a few couches surrounding a coffee table, a flat-screen plastered in front of them. There was a bookshelf filled with books and liquor. Finally in a fair corner was a wooden table with two chairs, one on each end.

He heard the door open and shut behind him and he exhaled slowly.

"Okay, Jungkook, I know I said we shouldn't talk at all anymore but I really enjoy being friends with you. I like watching movies, painting, cooking, all of it, I like doing all of it with you. It just feels like we can't now since we had sex and I—Oh okay, you're really fucking close."

Jimin had had his back facing Jungkook through most of his monologue and when he finally decided to turn around, Jungkook was barely a foot away from him.

"How did you get over here so fast?" Jimin breathed as he stepped back toward the wooden table.

Jungkook walked closer to Jimin until his back hit the table. He hissed and Jungkook came face-to-face with him, one hand against the table and the other rubbing comforting circles onto Jimin's lower back.

"You couldn't hear me over all your moppy monologue."

"Hey! I'm trying to be genuine with you and—"

"Jimin, I already told you. I don't want to be a one-night fuck to you."

Jimin cleared his throat as he looked away. "Well, I'm not saying that! I'm saying we can be friends again so—"

"That'd make me a friend you had a one-night fuck with, Jimin. Besides, I don't wanna be your friend either."

Jimin looked down at his hands and intertwined them. "Why does this have to be so difficult, Jungkook?" Jimin mumbled.

"It doesn't have to be. You're making it difficult," Jungkook exhaled as he rested his forehead against Jimin's shoulder.

"What do you want from me then? What do you want us to be?" Jimin huffed as he looked into Jungkook's eyes who grinned.

"Boyfriends."

Jimin sputtered. "Boyfriends!?"

"Or I can be your boy toy. Doesn't matter to me."

"Oh my gosh, Jungkook, don't label yourself as a boy toy."

"I didn't," Jungkook leaned forward and kissed Jimin. Jimin squeaked in surprise. Jungkook pulled back before Jimin could even properly respond. "I said your boy toy."

Jimin's ears burned slightly as he looked away and coughed his embarrassment away.

"Jungkook..." Jimin trailed off when he felt Jungkook's lips against his neck. "Jungkook, we really can't have sex again."

"Mhm?" Jungkook licked up Jimin's neck toward his ear. "I think we can."

"No, Jungkook, I'd be no better than him if we had sex again."

Jungkook pulled back and laughed as he bent down and grabbed Jimin's thighs. Jimin gasped as he was plopped back down onto the table, his legs spread on either side of Jungkook's hips.

"Who said we're better than him?" Jungkook kissed Jimin's collarbone as his hands slid up to Jimin's waist, tightly holding him in place. "I mean I feel better than him because I'm here right now and he's not."

Jimin's hands pushed on Jungkook's shoulders as Jungkook pressed their fronts further against each other. Jimin held his breath when he felt Jungkook rut against him slightly. "We literally can't do this," Jimin exhaled.

"Your husband cheated on you in one of the most disrespectful ways yet you want to keep me a secret. I'd say we're fine," Jungkook whispered into Jimin's ear as his right hand came down to rub on Jimin's bare thigh.

"No, it's not fine," Jimin moved back to look into Jungkook's eyes.

"It's only been one time."

"Yeah, it should've been no time but at least let's not make it a habit, okay?"

Jungkook smirked as he leaned back to unbutton his suit jacket. "Habits die hard, don't they?"

Jungkook tossed his jacket onto one of the chairs as he smothered Jimin's lips with his. Jimin already knew he had lost any sort of fight when Jungkook's tongue slid into his mouth. His hands slid under his dress and Jimin hummed as he pulled away from the kiss and grabbed Jungkook's hands.

"You wanna have sex here!? Right now!?"

"Consider it our reconciliation, Baby," Jungkook grinned boyishly as his thumbs hooked under Jimin's underwear.

"Here? On a random table in a random room at someone's anniversary party?" Jimin gasped as his underwear slid off and was tossed somewhere.

"Well, it'd be harder to clean a fabric couch," Jungkook shrugged as he stepped away and walked over to the chair holding his jacket.

"But we don't even have anything! No condoms, no lube, no nothing!"

Jungkook came back over with two packets between his fingers. A condom and a strawberry-flavored lube.

"Don't doubt me, Baby."

"Why do you have that?" Jimin blinked.

"I like to be prepared."

"Were you planning to fuck somebody to forget about me or something?" Jimin scowled slightly.

Jungkook smirked and kissed Jimin slowly, only pulling back with his lips still against Jimin's to say, "Jealous?"

"No—"

"Liar."

Jungkook kissed Jimin again. Jimin's arms came around Jungkook's shoulders and he felt Jungkook move his dress more out of the way, exposing him to the air.

"Wait!" Jimin pulled away.

"My God, is this going to be a habit with you? Before I can even get a finger in you, you've gotta run through a checklist?"

"Fuck you," Jimin scowled.

"At this rate, I'm not sure you will."

Jimin smacked Jungkook's shoulder. "I was going to say you wouldn't happen to have makeup wipes would you?"

Jungkook shook his head.

"Ugh, I'm gonna have to get my bag with my makeup fucked up and reeking of sex before I can fix it."

Jungkook laughed as he moved back in to kiss Jimin. Behind Jimin's back, he tore open the lube and spilled some onto his fingers. He slid his hand behind Jimin's legs and slid one finger in. Jimin moaned quietly, pulling back to bite his lip. He looked down and watched as Jungkook opened him up with his fingers.

He couldn't explain what it was but watching Jungkook's long slicked and tattooed fingers disappear inside of him turned him on. He watched and moaned, unaware of how hot Jungkook found it, causing his fingers to speed up. Jimin gasped and slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from moaning too loudly.

His legs tightened as his free hand shot down to hold Jungkook's wrist.

"Fucking dammit, Jungkook," Jimin exhaled as he felt Jungkook still trying to move his fingers.

"Come on, lemme have some fun. Lemme enjoy."

"We don't have time to enjoy ourselves!" Jimin hissed as he pulled Jungkook's hand away. "Just slap the condom on, stick it in, and hurry up!"

Jungkook frowned as he unbuckled his pants and pulled his hard-on out. "You made it sound so crass."

Jimin groaned before suppressing a scream as Jungkook slid his body down the table.

"Fuck you on the table or ride me in one of the chairs."

"You're so fucking—"

"Quickly."

"Table!"

"Pillow princess."

"Oh, you fucking—oh."

Jimin's head lolled back as Jungkook pushed himself completely into Jimin. He kissed Jimin's neck and fought back every temptation to cover him in hickies. His hands rubbed at Jimin's hips before gripping the meat there and fucking into Jimin.

A hand flew over Jimin's mouth as his eyes rolled back. He'd consider his core strong but at that moment he wasn't so sure. Jungkook moved his hand and stuck his tongue in his mouth, following him down as he collapsed onto the table. Jungkook swallowed down every moan as Jimin's blunt nails clawed at his back and he kissed back messily. Saliva dripped down their chins and lube coated their bodies that continued to meet, and meet, and meet.

Jimin pulled away when the pleasure got too much and he buried his moans in his arm, his other arm outstretched, trying to grab onto something. Jungkook looked down at Jimin, licking his teeth as he took in the scene.

His dress straps fell off his shoulders and his right nipple peaked from the sweetheart neckline that began to slip down. His dress was thrown open and his dick bounced from the force Jungkook was slamming inside him. Red tip, leaking with cum. His face and shoulders were turning red and his hole was sucking Jungkook in like a hypnotist.

He was a sight to behold.

"Ooh, fuck! Jungkook, I—" Jimin's back arched and his mouth fell open in a silent cry as Jungkook began to jerk him to the same pace he fucked him.

Jungkook threw his head back as he shut his eyes, focusing on getting them both there before somebody found them and Jimin was embarrassed out of his mind. Jungkook didn't care. He'd fuck and kiss Jimin with an audience if he let him. Show him off just enough but not too much.

Jungkook was a jealous man after all.

"Oh, I'm so close, I'm so close!" Jimin chanted as his hands rested above his head and a scrunched-up yet blissful expression took over Jimin's face.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me?"

Jimin nodded and went quiet, gnawing at his lip as he focused on his incoming orgasm, Jungkook doing the same. Jungkook leaned forward and rubbed Jimin's tongue with his own as Jimin came with a whine and moan—all muffled by the kiss.

Jungkook was careful to collect all that Jimin spilled into his hand and to keep all that he spilled inside of the condom, inside of Jimin.

Jimin came down slowly and opened his eyes, blinking a few times to regain his vision. Jimin moaned softly at the feeling of Jungkook pulling out. He sat up on his elbows and watched as Jungkook pulled off the condom and tied it.

He pulled out a wet wipe and cleaned off his hand, Jimin's body, and his dick. He collected all of their trash and tossed it into the nearby trash can.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jimin jumped up and covered himself as he tried to hold himself up with the table. His legs still felt like jelly.

"Come out soon! We're gonna start eating and have the toast for the couple!"

"Alright," Jungkook answered as he buttoned up his shirt and buckled his hands after shoving his dick back into his pants. "Be out before they start."

"Okay!"

Jimin sighed as he rubbed his face and immediately groaned knowing he'd end up with eyeshadow on his fingers.

"You looked gorgeous tonight, by the way."

"Yeah. So gorgeous you had to ruin it?"

"You bet," Jungkook winked as he hung his jacket on his arm.

Jimin swatted at Jungkook before realizing he wasn't completely dressed. He looked around the room and couldn't find the lavender fabric anywhere.

"Um, Jungkook?"

"Mhm?"

"Where are my underwear?" Jimin blinked.

He looked up and watched the smirk on Jungkook's face grow as he held his underwear by his pointer finger. Jimin lunged forward but Jungkook spun out of the way. Jimin's hands came down to pull his dress over his naked area.

No fucking way.

"Jungkook, give me my underwear."

"I don't know, Jimin. I think I wanna keep these. Frame 'em. Add a little plaque that says 'In Memory Of My Relationship With Jimin' or something like that."

"No! I'm not walking out there with my dick out! Hand them over!" Jimin lunged for them again, only to miss... again.

"On two conditions."

"No!"

"Two conditions."

Jimin screamed into his hands and stomped his feet. "Okay-ah! What?"

"I want a kiss goodbye because I know you're gonna avoid me for the rest of the night and you have to swear you won't just leave me high and dry. We're doing this."

Jimin was so mortified he could cry but he agreed. He gave Jungkook a long sweet kiss and when he pulled away, Jungkook knelt to slide his underwear back on. While he was down there he moved to give an open mouth kiss to Jimin's inner thigh and sucked on the skin there, but Jimin smacked him away before he could bruise it.

"You'll text me, right?" Jungkook grinned as he smacked Jimin's butt, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, when you go out can you get my bag for me?"

Jungkook nodded as he left the room. Jimin slumped into one of the chairs and sighed.

I guess we're doing this affair thing...

When Jimin got home he made quick work of doing the most important thing he needed to do.

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Ass Parasite 😍‼️

we made up...

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f.u.

Nothing really changed with this new arrangement between the two. Other than the touches being more confident and anytime Jungkook caught Jimin staring it resulted in Jimin getting kissed, groped, or his butt smacked—everything was pretty much the same.

Because of the previously mentioned responses to his staring, Jimin tries not to get caught. For example, at the moment Jimin was staring at Jungkook as he cooked without a shirt on. He sat on the island behind Jungkook with his head in his hand and held his phone in the other. His phone was a safety guard so if Jungkook turned around, he could quickly look down at his phone.

However, he wasn't quick enough as Jungkook spun around and Jimin straightened up with his eyes wide.

"Caught you," Jungkook grinned as he walked over to the counter. He leaned forward and Jimin grinned as he leaned up and kissed Jungkook's grinning lips.

Jungkook leaned closer to Jimin, leaning on his forearms. Jimin hummed as he pulled away.

"You're gonna burn the food."

"Nuh-uh," Jungkook leaned his head against his shoulder.

Jimin laughed. "You are."

Jungkook smacked his lips as he pushed off the counter and returned to the stove to finish the stir fry. Over the past four weeks since Jungkook declared them boyfriends, they had begun getting to know each other better. Jimin still didn't refer to Jungkook in any way other than his name and that was because he wasn't sure where they'd go from there.

Would they always be secret boyfriends? Would Namjoon divorce him if he found out? Would Jungkook get fed up and they'd break up, leaving Jimin with only Namjoon again? What good could come from this?

"Am I ever gonna be able to watch you cook at your house?"

Jimin paused as he looked up at Jungkook's back. He was still cooking as usual and had even begun to plate the food and fill their glasses. Jimin just stared at him with his mouth screwed tight.

"Jimin?"

Jimin blinked as he looked from the stove to Jungkook who was looking at him confused with his hands on his hips.

"You wanna come to mine?"

"Yeah? Not right now, I just cooked," Jungkook laughed. "But eventually."

Jungkook set their plates on the other side of the counter and sat beside Jimin. His smile faded as he took in Jimin's expression.

"Ah," he leaned back. "Right. The whole affair thing. It's fine. I like my place," Jungkook nodded as he turned to face his plate.

Jimin held Jungkook's hand and sighed. "You'd just have to be careful. Namjoon works practically all day and prefers being in the office."

"It's okay, Jimin. You don't have to—"

"No," Jimin shook his head. "I'd like for you to come to mine."

Jungkook smiled. "Okay."

Jimin leaned forward and kissed Jungkook's nose.

"Thank you for the food, KooKoo."

"KooKoo?" Jungkook grinned as he slid closer to Jimin.

Jimin grinned shyly as he shrugged and turned away from Jungkook.

"You always give me pet names so I wanted to try. Do you hate it?"

"No, Baby, I like it." Jungkook kissed Jimin's cheek. "You're welcome."