Cabbage looked up from where his eyes were originally at. "Hey... you're Cabbage... that's it right? Uh what are you doing in Jungkook and I's room?" Cabbage shrugged, getting up from his spot on the bed. "It's nice in here, I heard Taemin had a thing for you..." Jimin nodded biting his lip, he wanted to be alone. Wanted to do things alone.

"Yeah uh- that's... we've talked about it and stuff like that. I- who told you." Cabbage pursed his lips having Jimin sit next to him on a couch. "Yoongi. You know he cries over you. Every night I've been here he's cried." Jimin looked over at him sadly. He can't do anything about it.

"I... I'm in love with Jungkook... I don't know what you want me to say." Cabbage grabbed him by his shoulders looking at Jimin with intensity. His eyes looking over every feature. Having already studied his pretty body.

Jimin looked over at the older and taller male. "I want you to tell me how to be like you." Jimin gasped. Oh gosh why is everyone so weird and crazy? Poor kid, wants Taemin's attention so bad he's doing this. "Uh.. Taemin won't like that." Jimin speaks moving to grab one of Jungkook's shirts. Only his shirt.

"But it will. Once I laughed and he said it sounded funny. So then I copied yours and he said it was so cute. I need you to teach me please. So then I can slowly ease into being myself and he'll like me." Jimin shook his head.

"That won't work please just be yourself. Taemin's a good guy, and I hope you are too. He deserves someone good, be yourself and if he doesn't fall for you... then he doesn't fall for you." Cabbage walked out with a frown. Little human just wanted to be loved by a killing machine.

Jimin slipped on Jungkook's shirt and lied in bed while pulling the covers up and getting under the blanket. Hands trailing down to where it ached. He felt guilty. So, so guilty. What if Jungkook was a star? - or injured. Or crying or so much more or's...

But he couldn't help it, he's wanted this since Jungkook stepped out of the door. "Gosh." Jimin had already slid his fingers in. Two thick stubby fingers. His whole body including his face submerged in the blankets. His other hand moving the shirt up slightly and wrapping his hand around his embarrassingly small member.

"Ugmh Baby boy~" he submissively whines moving his fingers faster in and out. The slippery noise making it to Jimin's ears. His pink tinted cock was leaking already and his thumb brushed over the wetness. Moaning silently under the covers. It was getting stuffy and all over Jimin was sweating. He hoped Jin wasn't listening and was focusing on the baby.

He hoped none of the other people would catch him. "Yeah- yeah~ fuck!" Jimin bit his swollen bottom lip.

Going faster and faster. The images of Jungkook hovering over him and making love to him egged him on. The deep husky voice he loves to hear in his ear and the biting- oh the biting.

It hurt so bad, but Jungkook made it so sexy and pounded into him so good.

Jimin went faster. It wasn't enough. He flipped himself over lifting the blanket to catch fresh air. His hand already reaching his ass. Arm touching his dick while he fingered himself.

"Oh-mmhph. Mmgh.. uhggm." Jimin groaned and moaned all while his face was stuffed into a soft pillow. Jungkook's soft pillow. Smelled like sweat and coconut. It was a long black pillow, Jungkook's favorite pillow. And Jimin felt horrible for putting it in between his legs but- Fuck!

He grinded down, fingers deep in his ass. He held himself up with his elbow. Hand griping the blanket lifting it every once and a while.

It wasn't enough.

Jimin started to go faster, faster. His hips grinding into his boyfriends pillow, dick wetting the pillowcase. Jimin couldn't reach his prostate all the way and it was horrible. He'd use a dildo but Jungkook didn't like that. And what if he was hurt? He couldn't.

"Ahgh Fuck me!~" a long whine and Jimin still needed more he humped his black long pillow harshly. His cock rubbing up against it and his face red and sweaty. Three fingers now stretched him. Stretching him for nothing. Nothing would fuck into him.

Up and down he thrusted on the pillow. Finally cumming on both the pillow and his stomach. His little belly. Moaning and turing over he wiped the cum off with his dirty shirt, but he still wore Jungkook's. He cuddled into the long pillow holding it and putting his leg over it feeling the slightly wetness he left behind. He missed him so much.