Jimin had an amazing birthday. He had sort of expected Jungkook to just throw a few new sex positions at him as a present but thankfully he was pleasantly surprised.

Jungkook has bought him a diamond set with long earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet. Hanging from the bracelet was a golden J for his name. He has prepared their dinner and a warm bath for him. The room was lit with candles and the tub was filled with oils and salts. Once Jimin was done in the bath, Jungkook moisturized his body and then gave him a massage.

It was an entire spa day honestly.

Once all that was done, they cuddled with chocolates and watched as many romcoms Jimin could find before he fell asleep in Jungkook's warm embrace.

He thought about all this as he sat with his husband and parents for a belated birthday dinner. His mother's birthday was two weeks after his so they tended to celebrate the week between them.

Jimin pushed around the food on his plate as he daydreamed about baking with Jungkook or reading a book with his feet in Jungkook's lap as he scrolled on his phone. He sighed as he adjusted himself in his seat. He reached for his lemonade, taking a long sip from it.

Moon groaned loudly. "I'm getting old, you know. When am I getting grandbabies?"

Jimin choked and began coughing violently while Namjoon dropped his cutlery and stared at Jinsoo and Moon. He turned to Jimin and rubbed his back to ease his coughing.

"Mom!?" Jimin gasped out as he rubbed at his chest.

"You two have been together for so long, I'm shocked you haven't popped out a few babies by this point," Moon frowned.

"I just—we just—" Jimin began as his eyes bounced between his parents.

"A lot has been happening," Namjoon answered with a nod. "Especially with that scandal several months ago, we worried it'd look strange if Min just popped up pregnant."

Jimin turned to Namjoon before nodding and looking back at his parents. "Yes, we were even talking about children before everything blew up. So, when the time is right, it'll happen," Jimin smiled.

That seemed to satisfy their parents and both Namjoon and Jimin sighed subtly beside each other.

Jimin hoped Namjoon would forget about it by the time they returned home but unfortunately, as Jimin shrugged off his jacket, Namjoon snorted.

"We were talking about children, huh?"

"I was talking about children. I was ready but for some vile reason you fucked somebody while I was dreaming of our little family." Jimin turned to Namjoon, staring straight into his eyes. He shrugged. "My fault."

"Jimin..."

Jimin raised his eyebrows at him. Namjoon eyed him suspiciously.

"You're not gonna stomp off and tell me to fuck off?"

"What for? I'm honestly so tired of it. Unless you want me to tell you to shove your explanation up your urethra," Jimin hummed as he cracked his neck and walked over to the couch.

"No! No, I don't. Just..." Namjoon sighed as he slowly sat down on the couch across from Jimin with a slight grimace. "You seem so relaxed."

Jimin shrugged. "Should I be stressed?"

"No, it's just you've been so wound up—I know! I know why and you have every right to be. I was just curious about what changed?"

Jimin thought about it as he unfocused his eyes. What has changed for Jimin?

Or more like Who had changed Jimin?

Jeon Jungkook.

"I just got bored. Why be mad all the damn time when that won't change what you did? It won't erase anything, it won't make me trust you anytime soon, it won't fix what's been broken. So, why care?"

Namjoon hummed as he folded his hands together. They sat in silence for a moment before Namjoon spoke up again.

"I'm sorry, Min."

Jimin looked up at Namjoon. He rubbed at his wedding ring, having kept it on to avoid any controversy, and stood up from his spot.

"Yeah, me too."

f.u.

Jimin had been in an affair with Jungkook for six months now. Jungkook had kept mentioning ways they could spend Christmas together without raising suspicion. Jimin wasn't so sure or confident because for years it had been immediate friends, family, and his husband.

As November shoved its head into their lives, he knew he had to think of something.

At the moment though, his mind was focused on only two things.

The "Human Behavior Affected By Their Childhood Development" assignment he had on the laptop in front of him, and Jungkook's face lay comfortably on his ass.

He looked back at him and smiled as he carefully reached for his phone and snapped a few pictures, immediately putting them in his "🐰🩷" folder in his photos.

"I could fart right now," Jimin said offhandedly as he typed on his laptop.

Jungkook sighed loudly as he wrapped his arms tighter around his hips.

"I really wish you wouldn't because I'm so comfortable right now and I refuse to move. So, if you do, I'll just have to take it like a champ."

Jimin laughed, Jungkook's head bouncing as Jimin's body did.

"You're so fucking gross."

"You love it," Jungkook murmured with a giggle.

"Weirdo," Jimin grinned as he wrote a few notes in his notebook.

"Your weirdo," Jungkook hummed as he fell silent, soft breaths following after.

Jimin looked up from his notebook and his eyes drifted around the room as a small grin overtook his face.

Your weirdo.

f.u.

It was mid-November when there was another gala being held. Jimin was quite honestly tired of the galas. He voiced these complaints to Jungkook who adamantly agreed. Jungkook confessed he only went because he wanted to see Jimin as much as he could.

Jimin beat him with a pillow.

Jimin stepped out of the car, one hand in Namjoon's hold, as they walked toward the venue. It was a fall gala to celebrate the growth of the Host's company numbers.

Namjoon was dressed in a sky-blue blazer and vest, black pants, and black shoes. His hair was gelled back and he wore a silver a black tie. He also decided to wear his glasses this time around.

Jimin was dressed up in an outfit drowned with white and emerald. He wore a silk backless flared sleeve v-cut top, lace around the neck area, white flared pants with a design that was colored emerald green running up from the bottom to his mid-thigh on the outside, white shoes, and the jewelry Jungkook had bought him for his birthday.

Namjoon and Jimin were still holding hands as they walked in and greeted people. They complimented them both, especially Jimin. From his hair to his clothes to his jewelry to his makeup.

He wore a light green shadow, black eyeliner, a jewel under his eyes, some highlighter, and a red lip.

He stood around beside Namjoon as he spoke with a few people. He ignored them and sipped on his champagne. He turned his attention to the commotion behind him and he choked and coughed on his champagne, some of it slipping from his lips and dribbling down his chin.

There was Jungkook, dressed in a black and emerald outfit. A black button-up shirt with an emerald velvet suit jacket, black pants, and emerald shoes. Half of his hair was gelled back and the half was combed over, a few strands rested on his forehead. A few buttons on his shirt were undone and he wore an expensive watch.

God, he was hot.

Jimin wiped at his lips as Namjoon rubbed his back, asking if he was alright. He nodded as he accused himself and hurried off to the bathroom, his bag in hand.

Once in the bathroom, Jimin stationed himself at one of the mirrors and sighed. His lipstick smudged. He was searching his bag for makeup wipes and his lipstick when the door squeaked open. Shows clacked against the tile floor and a presence found itself behind him.

"Okay, red lips and green sleeves. Welcome back, Anne Boleyn."

Jimin paused. "Did you just make a Six reference?"

Jungkook paused. "Let's act like I didn't say that and you just gimme a kiss, hmm?"

"Don't even think about it," Jimin grumbled as he pulled out the two things he was looking for.

"What? I haven't even done anything yet," Jungkook pouted as he came from behind Jimin, standing against the counter with his back facing the mirror.

Jimin eyed Jungkook. "You're gonna ruin my makeup"

"Oh? In what way?" Jungkook smirked.

Jimin rolled his eyes as he popped his hip out, situating his hand there. "Jungkook," he deadpanned.

"Just one quick kiss," Jungkook grinned.

Jimin focused on wiping off his lipstick with the makeup wipe. "I don't believe you," Jimin hummed.

"Scouts honor," Jungkook smiled and crossed his heart. "One quick kiss." He held up a finger and pressed it to his puckered lips.

"Why?" He leaned back as he looked over his face to make sure there was no more residue. He threw the wipe away and popped open his lipstick.

Jungkook snorted. "Uh, because you're beautiful? And my boyfriend and you're so cute, and we're literally matching, and I love your lips."

Jimin laughed as he turned to Jungkook before turning back to the mirror to lean forward and apply his red lipstick. "This is a funny coincidence."

"I believe a kiss is in order."

Jimin rolled his eyes with a laugh as he finished applying his lipstick. He put his lipstick away before turning to Jungkook. Jungkook leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist and softly, carefully kissed his reddened lips.

"Mm, you're so handsome," Jimin cooed against Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook giggled and looked away, his lips stained red even though he didn't kiss Jimin hard. Jimin laughed as he squished Jungkook's cheeks and pecked him again.

"And so cute!" Jimin smiled as he pressed his lips against Jungkook's lips for longer sweeter pecks.

"If you keep kissing me, shit won't be cute no more," Jungkook grinned maliciously as red was smeared around his mouth.

Jimin groaned. "Damn, teenager," Jimin mumbled as he turned around to grab another makeup wipe.

Jungkook watched Jimin admirably as Jimin cleaned his face.

"You're so pretty."

Jimin smiled at him and kissed him quickly through the makeup wipe he placed over Jungkook's lips.

"I'll be going first," Jimin announced as he grabbed onto the door handle.

"Okay," Jungkook nodded.

Throughout the night many people made jokes to the married couple and Jungkook about how Jimin and Jungkook looked more like a couple because of their matching and contrasting outfits. Jimin smiled at the jokes sweetly, waving them off politely. Jungkook boasted in the jokes and made jokes that Namjoon, the lucky bastard, got to him first. Namjoon looked extremely irritated, his grip on whatever he was holding tightening for a moment.

At some point in the night, Jimin separated from Namjoon to speak with other house spouses and Taehyung, meanwhile, Namjoon was in a group with other businessmen—including Jungkook. Namjoon eyed Jungkook a few times but reasoned with himself that Jimin would never do that to him.

He was better than him.

As expected, someone made a joke about the two matching.

"Say, Kim, how do you feel about Jeon matching with the husband," a round man with a shiny head laughed.

Namjoon smiled with a slight chuckle. "I find it to be a humorous coincidence."

"What about you, Jeon?"

Jungkook shrugged with a grin. "It's a little funny, I'll be honest. Hey, Namjoon, why don't you let me take him out? We'll get all the matching couples deals out there. Maybe even get a few pictures for the publicity."

Everyone laughed loudly while Jungkook smiled brightly at Namjoon. Namjoon forced a smile on his face and shook his head with a slightly humorous attempt.

As the night went on, soon the group dispersed.

"Hey, Namjoon," Jungkook smiled politely as he gave Namjoon's bicep a slight smack. "I was just joking about the taking him out thing, you know."

Namjoon nodded. "Yeah, I—"

"I don't need to do that."

Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed. "What'd you—?"

Jungkook clapped Namjoon on the shoulder and leaned into his ear.

"I'm already fucking your husband." He leaned back and smiled as he patted Namjoon on the shoulder before walking off.

Namjoon blinked as he watched Jungkook leave before his eyes snapped to Jimin whose bright lips were spread into a sweet smile.

"What the fuck?" Namjoon mumbled as he looked around for a friend of his.

"Hey, Joon—Hey!"

Namjoon dragged his friend to the side as he looked around.

"What if someone told you they were fucking your spouse? What would you think about that?"

Atlas blinked. "What?"

"Jeon Jungkook told me he was fucking Jimin."

"Jimin would never do that to you," Atlas frowned.

"But what if I made him really mad?"

"Somad that he'd cheat on you? And with your business partner no less?"

Namjoon nodded.

Atlas' eyes widened. "What could you have possibly done!?"

"Just answer me!" Namjoon stressed.

Atlas sighed. "Jeon Jungkook isn't one to bluff unless he'd gain something major. So, I guess, I'd watch my husband."

"Fuck," Namjoon exhaled as he closed his eyes. "Thanks, man."

Atlas nodded. "Good luck."

Namjoon quickly found Jimin and wrapped his arm around his waist, pressing a kiss to his temple. Jimin stiffened beside him and he looked up at Namjoon with wide eyes. Namjoon just smiled at him.

Jimin was irritated and confused with the action but he couldn't say anything about it while they stood in front of everybody. Eventually, Taehyung joined the circle and eyed the two. Namjoon had moved his arm to wrap around Jimin's shoulders and Jimin controlled the twitch pulsating under his eyelid.

He made eye contact with Taehyung and they had a quick nonverbal conversation.

Are you two...?

No! Fuck no.

Then why...?

I don't know!

Namjoon had made quick eye contact with Jungkook who nodded at him and smiled. Namjoon quickly looked away before moving his arm so Jimin's body would spin into his and he kissed him.

Jimin's eyes widened and his hands flung around for a moment before he placed a hand on Namjoon's chest and the other on Namjoon's arm around his neck. He squeezed his bicep as Namjoon moved back only to kiss him again.

He pulled back and everyone around them was gushing and giggling while Jimin tried to regain his mind to avoid swinging on Namjoon. He made eye contact with Taehyung who literally gagged.

Unnoticed was Jungkook who bitterly took a long sip of his champagne before pushing off the wall and walking off.

Jimin used Namjoon's messy face as an excuse to take him away to the bathroom.

"What the fuck was that!?" Jimin hissed as he vigorously scrubbed at Namjoon's mouth with a makeup wipe.

"What?" Namjoon grunted as Jimin stepped away from him to clean his lips.

Can't believe I have to fucking do this again!

"That fucking kiss! Both of them!"

Namjoon shrugged. "Too many people keep insinuating things because you match with Jeon."

Jimin paused and stepped back from the mirror, having only done his top lip.

"You crossed this very big bolded line because people were making jokes that me and Jeon look like a couple?"

Namjoon gnawed at his lip.

"Are you fucking—!?" Jimin started before taking a breath and finishing his lipstick. He roughly capped his lipstick, shoved it into his bag, and then snapped at Namjoon. "I'm done. I'm fucking done. We're leaving."

"Jimin—"

"No, fuck you. Let's go."

Jimin and Namjoon came back and apologized for their premature departure.

The car ride back was silent, as was the house when they got back.

Jimin lay in bed and mulled over the fact that Namjoon's kiss no longer excited him. He wished it was Jungkook instead.

f.u.

Three days later Jimin invited Jungkook over. He was losing his mind in the house alone and with the memory of the kiss and its reasoning. Taehyung had already given him an earful the morning after the gala and he just wanted to forget.

Jungkook helps him forget. He helps him forget in many different ways. The way Jungkook chose this time, though, involved Jimin face down, ass up, panting and moaning as Jungkook scissored him open.

"Fuck!" Jimin huffed as he pushed back. "There, Kook, right there!"

Jungkook smirked as he quickened his pace and Jimin's hips jumped and rolled. Jimin moaned sweetly and slightly high-pitched as he balled up the sheets between his fists.

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and slowly pushed his length into Jimin. He leaned forward, pressing his chest flat against Jimin's back. His hand rested lazily in front of Jimin's face and Jimin made quick work of sucking on his fingers, moaning loudly around them.

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and dragged his hands down Jimin's body. He leaned up, dragging his hands down Jimin's back before gripping his waist. Jungkook pulled him back to meet his thrusts and Jimin was so loud.

It turned Jungkook on to know those sounds were because of him. He threw his head back and groaned alongside Jimin's loud yet muffled moans.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh my gosh! Jungkook!" Jimin arched his back more as his eyes rolled behind his eyelids, and his mouth hung open.

Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed as his body felt shivers like somebody was watching him. He slowly lifted his head and opened his heavy eyes, never stopping his movements. His eyes widened slightly as he made eye contact with Namjoon. He scoffed with an amused smirk. He could see the way Namjoon's eyes shook.

He then began to fuck into Jimin harder as he held eye contact with Namjoon and smirked. Jimin screamed and begged as he buried his head further into the safe and began pushing back into Jungkook—even though Jungkook was already pulling him back. He bit his lip as Jimin moaned higher and louder.

Jungkook leaned forward, still staring at Namjoon, and messily kissed Jimin. Jimin was gasping and moaning into the kiss. Their tongues entangled and slid together messily. Saliva dripped down their chins and Namjoon's stomach churned with how hungrily Jimin was sucking on Jungkook's tongue and lips.

"Jungkook, I'm gonna cum!"

Finally, Jungkook looked away. He put on enough of a show Namjoon, now he had to focus on his baby.

"Yeah? You close, Baby?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jimin chanted as Jungkook pulled him up.

Jimin's head fell back onto Jungkook's shoulder as his hands grabbed onto Jungkook's arms. Jungkook quickly jerked him off as his eyebrows furrowed and he chased his orgasm. Jimin moaned beautifully in his ear as his body shook against Jungkook's and he spilled over the latter's fist.

They kissed as they came down from their high.

They quickly bathed and then ordered food. Jungkook changed the sheets as Jimin gathered and cleaned their clothes.

Jungkook smirked to himself as he lay in bed awaiting Jimin to return with their food.

His little interactions with Namjoon would remain his little secret.

f.u.

A couple of days after that sickening day, Namjoon decided to confront Jimin about everything.

Namjoon sat at the dining table when Jimin came down on slippers and a silk robe. He glanced up at Namjoon as he passed.

"Oh. Hey. Didn't think you'd be here," he sniffed as he opened the fridge.

"Are you having a revenge affair?"

Jimin paused as his eyebrows scrunched up and he bit the inside of his cheek. He closed the fridge with a carton of juice in his hand and looked at Namjoon.

"I'm sorry?"

"Are you... having... a revenge affair?"

"Why would it matter?"

"You're fucking Jungkook."

Jimin's eyes widened as he slammed the orange juice down. "How the fuck did you—?"

"You're fucking my work partner! God, how did I never notice it!?"

"And you fucked a client!? You never noticed because you fucked it all up, Joon!"

"You fucked him in our home," Namjoon scowled as if he were utterly betrayed.

"How the fuck do you even know that!?"

"I came home early a couple of days ago to talk to you about him. I started feeling off about you two so I came to talk to you about it. Instead, I saw you two. I heard you two. That motherfucker had the balls to hold eye contact with me while he fucked you and kissed you!"

Jimin was beyond mortified. He remembered how loud he was and everything he said. He wanted to die. He sighed and groaned as he grabbed a bottle of champagne and a glass.

"Jimin, is this... is this why you apologized that one time?"

Jimin bit his lip as he poured champagne into his glass of orange juice, more than a splash entered that cup. He took a long swig of his drink as Namjoon continued. He stood up from the table and stared at Jimin.

"How long?"

Jimin sighed as he closed his eyes. "Namjoon—"

"How long?" He pressed.

"Why are you getting mad at me!? Pressuring me!? You fucking—"

"Answer me!"

"I don't know! Since like late May or early June."

"What? That's six months? That would also be after your trip..."

"We met in Belgium. I didn't know him in Belgium. I still devoted my entire being to you. He started pursuing me once we came back but it was only to be friends. After I told you you cheated—making him the fourth person to know besides us and Tae—he started pursuing me in another way." Jimin sighed as he looked up at Namjoon's twisted face before looking back down at his glass, filling it with more champagne.

"I don't know why I'm even telling you this," Jimin grumbled.

"Break up with him."

Jimin's nose scrunched up as he looked back up at Namjoon. "What?"

"You've got your revenge. We're both cheaters now. Break up with him, Jimin."

Jimin blinked at him before looking around the room and then marching over to the table, slamming his hands on it as he stared at Namjoon from the opposite side.

"Fuck off."

"Jimin!"

"Why should I? Why would I? I know you still talk to Akio."

Namjoon folded his lips inwardly and Jimin scoffed. He smiled bitterly as he leaned over the table.

"Would you have left Akio if you weren't caught? Do you see him often? Kiss him? Fuck him?"

Namjoon slammed his hands on the table. "Jimin!"

"What!? Fuck him all you want! I don't care." Jimin turned back around and grabbed his glass before spinning back around. "Keep fucking him but don't get him pregnant and I'll keep getting fucked by Jungkook but won't get pregnant."

Namjoon's hands balled up into fists as Jimin walked just barely past Namjoon. Jimin tilted his head slightly toward Namjoon.

"I guess we're really like those rich spouses in the movies, huh?"

f.u.

Unbeknownst to Jimin, Jungkook was at his brother's birthday party as his brother and sister were drilling him about his relationship with Jimin just as Namjoon had. The only difference was that Jungkook denied everything.

"Lemme see your phone then," Hyunmin eyed her brother with her hands on her hips.

"The hell? Why should I?" Jungkook scoffed.

"To prove you aren't having an affair," Seokjin answered as he reached for his phone.

Jungkook shoved his phone into his hoodie pocket, wrapping his hand around it protectively.

"Why are you two acting like my girlfriend or something? I don't have to tell y'all shit!"

"This is morally horrible! I won't let my brother ruin a happy marriage!" Hyunmin stressed as she threw her hands in the air.

"I'm not a homewrecker! I wouldn't be fucking him if he was happily married," Jungkook groaned.

His siblings' eyes widened. "So you admit you're having an affair with him!?" Seokjin shouted.

"No! I'm saying hypothetically if I were to be doing that, he would've had to have been unhappy!"

"Just be honest, Jungkook," Hyunmin frowned.

Jungkook looked at his two siblings before shaking his head.

Jimin hasn't even told Taehyung. This is our special relationship, our precious secret.

"We aren't having an affair, guys."

They didn't believe him and Jungkook knew that. He decided it was time to take his leave. Immediately after, he called Jimin, begging him to come over.

f.u.

That night Jimin stared up at the ceiling as he ran his fingers through Jungkook's hair and gently dragged his nails against his scalp. He allowed his mind to wander.

He shouldn't have.

His life was so peaceful and sweet. He used to wake up and roll over, absolutely over the moon. Now here he was, cuddling with a young bachelor, his affair partner, while married to his "true love."

Fantastic.

"Baby?"

"Mhm?" Jimin pressed his lips against Jungkook's forehead.

"My siblings were drilling me about our relationship. I think they're asking out of politeness more so than curiosity. I'm sure they already know."

Jimin snorted. "Namjoon confronted me about it too. I admitted it though. Did you admit it?"

"No. I didn't. Wasn't sure you'd be playing with that."

"I don't care anymore. As long as it doesn't spread to anyone else, I don't care."

"I don't really want to, honestly. They're making me feel like a horrible person because I enjoy being with you. I wouldn't be here if you and Namjoon were still perfect no matter how much I like you. I'm not that kind of person."

Jimin hummed as he rubbed at Jungkook's hair before pushing his hair back off of his forehead with his hand on Jungkook's forehead.

"I don't think we should do this anymore."

Jungkook's heart dropped and he sat up quickly. "What? What have I done? Have I done too much? I can stop. I'll stop being so touchy if that's it. Or if this is about what I said to Namjoon I—"

"No, Kook," Jimin chuckled as he sat up. "It's not you, it's me."

Jungkook visibly relaxed and then shook his head. "That's cheesy even for you, Jimin."

Jimin laughed, "I'm serious. I've been thinking—"

"Well, stop that. I've already told you, you don't need to think about unnecessary things when you're with me. You can just be happy," Jungkook smiled as he rubbed his thumb against Jimin's bottom lip.

"That's the problem. I feel like I'm using you, Jungkook."

"I'm okay with being used by you."

"Yeah, well you shouldn't be," Jimin shook his head as he frowned.

"Why not? Any man would be lucky you even looked his way. It could never be you because you're wonderful. Would I rather be with you more freely? Of course. But—"

"That's just it, Jungkook! I won't even divorce my husband! You can find better. So much better. A better person who will claim you publicly."

"Do you claim me right now? Right here. In the quiet of this room."

"Jungkook..."

Jungkook moved forward and held Jimin's face softly between his warm hands. "Tell me, Jimin."

Jimin gnawed at his lips as he nodded. "I do."

Jungkook smiled and pressed their foreheads together. "That's all I need then. Kiss that man in front of the cameras all you want, but he's not the one here with you right now."

"Jungkook," Jimin teared up and Jungkook leaned forward to kiss him with a smile.

"Let's sleep. You deserve beauty rest."

Jungkook lay down and opened his arms for Jimin to collapse into his arms. Jimin snuggled into Jungkook and exhaled soothingly as Jungkook pecked his forehead.

"Hold on. What did you say to Namjoon?" Jimin looked up at Jungkook who froze and tensed.

"Uh..."

"Jungkook..."

"Just... you know... that we were fucking."

"JUNGKOOK!?"

"WHAT!? It's not like he can say anything and I didn't like how he was looking at you and touching you. After I said that he fucking went up and kissed you. Fucking pissed me off," Jungkook grumbled and pouted.

Jimin groaned and sat up, shoving Jungkook away. Jimin got off the bed and Jungkook threw himself across the bed to grab Jimin's wrist.

"No, no, no, I'm sorry. Please don't leave. I really wasn't thinking. Jimin, please."

Jungkook crawled off the bed recklessly and wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist, kissing his neck. Jimin stood there with his head tilted away from Jungkook's lips and his arms crossed.

"Please," Jungkook pouted as he rubbed his nose against Jimin's neck and cheek.

Jimin sighed. He knew he was going to lose against Jungkook's cuteness. He pulled away from Jungkook before crawling back on the bed, flopping down with his back facing Jungkook. Jungkook crawled onto the bed behind him. He immediately cuddled behind Jimin and threw his arm and leg over Jimin, still muttering apologies into the late night.

Jimin covered the grin on his face as he let himself fall asleep.

f.u.

As Christmas rolled around and Jimin was surrounded by family and friends, Jimin couldn't stop thinking of Jungkook's words. Jungkook had been slightly subtle about him divorcing Namjoon and staying with him instead.

Jimin wasn't sure if he could do it.

What if Jungkook left him too? What if Jungkook only liked the thrill of being with a married man?

Jimin was beginning to fear that he might... love... Jungkook.

Does he deserve to love Jungkook? What had he done to deserve someone like Jungkook? How could he be with Jungkook genuinely and shamelessly?

As Namjoon sat beside him in matching Christmas pajamas, he couldn't help but ache for Jungkook.

The day before New Year's Eve, Jimin decided to visit Jungkook. He wore a slightly oversized beige off-the-shoulder sweater and blue jeans. When the door opened to reveal Jungkook he lunged forward to hug him. He held him tightly with his eyes screwed shut.

"Is something wrong, Honey?" Jungkook whispered as he rubbed his hands up and down Jimin's back.

Jimin pulled back and held Jungkook's face. "I wanna have sex."

Jungkook snorted. "We do that a lot so—"

"Not messy or sloppy or fast. I want..." Jimin's eyes flickered from Jungkook's left eye to his right. "I want something slow. Something passionate."

I want to feel that you care.

Jungkook rubbed his nose against Jimin's. "Okay, Baby."

Jungkook picked him up and carried him upstairs as Jimin tightened his hold around Jungkook's neck and waist. Jungkook shut his bedroom door softly and lay Jimin down on the bed against the pillows.

He kissed him softly, his hands slid up his sweater. Everything seemed to go so slow. They were skin-to-skin and under the covers and it felt so intimate.

"No condom."

"Min—"

"And you can cum inside."

"Jimin—"

Jimin clung to Jungkook's back as he arched closer to him. "Please. Trust me."

Jungkook exhaled but nodded as he slid his arms under Jimin's shoulders and pushed himself into him. Their noses rubbed against each other and they breathed each other's air.

Jimin felt his body warm up as Jungkook pressed his chest firmly against his and he slowly grinded into him. Jimin panted against Jungkook's mouth as Jungkook hummed against his. Jimin held onto Jungkook's back tightly as they held each other's gaze.

There was something in their eyes as they watched each other. It wasn't lust. Maybe fascination? Or possibly admiration? Perhaps even love.

Jungkook buried his head in Jimin's shoulder as he tightened his hold around Jimin. Jimin gasped quietly as his fingers pulled at Jungkook's back before going up to wrap around Jungkook's shoulders.

Jungkook pulled away and planted his hands down beside either side of Jimin's head and Jimin grabbed his outer bicep.

Their eyes didn't look away from each other as Jimin's mouth hung open slightly and his body jerked against the sheets with Jungkook's sharp but slow thrusts.

"I'm cumming, Jungkook," Jimin whispered somewhat highly.

"Me too, Baby," Jungkook hissed as he fell onto his elbows, his hands coming to smooth down Jimin's hair.

They kissed as Jungkook's hips slowed. Jimin locked his legs around Jungkook's waist and hummed contently when he felt Jungkook coat his walls with no barrier.

They lay like that for a while as they kissed and Jimin wasn't sure why, but he felt so bittersweet about it.