The song Jungkook is listening to is 'Twisted' by Two Feet.

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Like a choir singing Hallelujah when my body's crashin' right into ya

When we align, oh yeah. Do you feel me? Can you feel me?

-- Camila Cabello, Living Proof

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Jimin had spent his morning lazing around apartments of late risers, artists, authors, barkeepers, whoever really. He had caused some morning boners and had fed on their owners rubbing them soft. And a few couples had thanked him by having a morning quicky. He had gotten his fill for the first half of the day, so he was hanging in some tree in the park next to his favorite apartment block, willing the time to pass.

Jimin was a spirit of lust. Wherever he went, humans around him would get aroused for no apparent reason. It was fun most of the times, but sometimes he got sick of watching people's pleasure. There was nothing he had not seen by now. No position, no kink, no situation or place. During those times of boredom, he would simply make quick use of his abilities for the mere purpose of quenching his hunger.

But sometimes, sometimes he took a liking to one of the humans he visited. Then he could not get enough of them. Hoseok called those his little obsessions. They would fade eventually, but until that day, Jimin urged every minute of the day to finally see them and make them fall apart another time, and another.

But he had food ethics, and part of those was not to visit people when they were at work. He had caused quite some people to become unhappy after he had visited them there, and that was the last thing he desired. Making humans unhappy was the job of spirits of mishap like Namjoon. Spirits of lust tended to keep their food in a good mood because then the profit was much higher.

"Have you had breakfast?" a well-known voice asked him from above. He opened his eyes to a smiling Hoseok. The redhead was a matchmaker, or rather a soul spirit, but that was old-fashioned.

"Yes," Jimin grinned satisfied. His tummy felt warm and full.

"Will you see your little obsession later?" the other kept on talking idly while he lied down on a branch as well.

Jimin hummed. His newest obsession was a fitness trainer called Jungkook. That man was just so nice to watch when he pleasured himself. Not just a quick wank in the shower or an unceremonious rub before bed. It was a celebration of all senses. Intoxicating to the point where even Jimin felt light-headed and orgasmic.

"How long have you been following him?" his friend asked, not sounding like he was truly interested but unwilling to give into the midday low and just slack off.

"A month maybe?" Jimin replied just as lazily. That was a comparably long time for one of his obsessions, but he just could not get enough of Jungkook. Those moans, those muscles, that unhurried way of just enjoying himself.

Damn, he would consider overfeeding just to see him earlier. But Jimin knew where gluttony led and so he paced himself. He would take his time this evening.

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Jungkook's apartment was spacious for someone his age. Hoseok had explained once that this had to do with rich customers, but Jimin did not quite get the money thing the humans had. He just liked the fact that he could roam around the flat, watching Jungkook making dinner for himself while slowly getting affected by Jimin's presence.

Jimin made a game out of it. For most of the time he would simply come close enough to get his fill, but with Jungkook he dragged it out, only getting closer over time and slowly building the tension. He would let him cook in peace, only watching the strong hands handling pans and pot, for eating he would come closer, watching how arousal slowly creeped under his prey's skin, and then he would reap the first soft moans while Jungkook did the dishes, pants starting to tent.

When the black-haired personal trainer finally put away the kitchen towel with a long exhale and walked over to close the blind of his living room space, Jimin was just as riled up as his food, eager to see him testing and teasing himself.

With a sigh and relaxing features Jungkook dropped on the couch, grabbed for the small black box with the colorful buttons and music started to play. A slow, almost lethargic, beat and a breathy male voice Jimin had come to associate with their shared evenings. He settled on the coffee table with a lazy grin. May the show begin.

With a savory sigh, Jungkook slipped his hand into his joggers and began caressing what Jimin knew all too well in shape and size. It was as if Jungkook knew he was here and wanted to tease him, make a show for Jimin until Jimin himself was hanging on the edge, hypnotized by the slow up and down under the gray jogger fabric.

A moan from Jungkook's lips pulled Jimin's attention away from the hidden show to look at the human's face instead. There it was, that smile that made Jimin dizzy, that cheeky grin with the dark edge. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to taste Jungkook, had wanted to taste him for weeks. And it was driving him mad. He slid closer.

Jungkook moaned again, louder this time, his arousal spiking with Jimin approaching. And finally, finally he pushed down his pants and got rid of the t-shirt that had been hiding his magnificent body and Jimin could see. The hardness that slid through the lazily stroking hand, the tensing muscle that pulled taut with every spike of lust, causing an involuntary thrust of Jungkook's hips. He could see everything, and he marveled in it. His filling stomach was all forgotten, a banality that was of no importance when his attention was on the hand that caressed the planes of muscle and skin, halting in sensitive place to draw small circles.

"Yesss," Jungkook breathed out and pulled Jimin's attention back to his face. He was biting his lip now, head thrown back to bare his neck. Jimin wanted to lick it, over his Adam's apple up to his chin and into his mouth. He wanted to know what it felt like, human pleasure.

Slowly Jimin floated up and straddled Jungkook's hips, and the personal trainer rewarded him with the loudest moan of the evening and a tightening grip around his erection. Daringly Jimin lowered his hips until he could feel the strange sensation of overlapping where Jungkook's hand and boner met his ass. He had seen this many times, one human riding the other and the way those on top had come apart. He tried to imagine what it would be like, feeling those thrusts inside himself, feeling Jungkook inside himself, but all he felt was this disgusting tickle of overlapping.

He groaned frustrated while watching Jungkook stroking himself faster and harder.

"Come on, Jungkook. Come for me," he whispered and leaned over the human, eliminating what space had been left between them. And that was all it took for Jungkook to come, hard and long and so loud, and Jimin groaned with him when he painted his stomach with cum, lips hovering only a breath away from Jungkook's red-bitten ones.

He must not. He must never. But it was so tempting. He leaned closer with wide eyes, drinking in the man's expression and sounds. Only once. He only wanted to experience it once.

No! He knew what happened to spirits who had possessed humans. He did not want that. But he would only watch. He would not take over, just co-exist inside Jungkook for the blink of an eyes, just getting to know what made this man look so blissed out, breathless, limp with saturation.

Scared of his own wild thoughts, he zoomed away from Jungkook when the human sat up to get himself cleaned. He must not! The council would banish him to the human world where he would be left to rot away without means of getting by. He had seen those spirits who had been banished, dirty and cold, dying earlier rather than later. He was not stupid enough to try his luck.

Jungkook had wiped the cum off his stomach and had pulled his pants back up, walking around with a bare upper body and against better judgement, Jimin's eyes followed his every move. He must be bewitched because how could it be that he could not stop marveling at a mere human. He was so fucked.

When Jungkook stretched his arms over his head, a soft whine slipped from Jimin's lips. Yes, he truly was fucked. He should leave.

But when Jungkook let his pants drop to the floor, the idea of leaving evaporated, erased by the visual of Jungkook's length dangling between his legs. Jimin licked his lips. Should he go for another round? He knew that Jungkook could go another round, he had done it before.

The naked shape vanished behind a door and the sound of running water filled the flat, leaving Jimin with pictures of Jungkook showering.

His gut decided before his brain could come up with reason and he slipped through the wall that divided the bedroom from the living room kitchen. Excited for another round he lied down on the bed, waiting for the water to stop running and the naked shape to appear in the door.

Head filled with pictures of the personal trainer, he stared at the white ceiling, and before he could think about how silly this was, he vanished the clothes on his 'body', fantasizing about how Jungkook would react when he found a naked Jimin draped over his bed.

Spirits technically did not possess a body; they were shapeless. Born by the earth as formless consciousness. Some decided to take the form of animals, some of plants, and some of humans. Since Jimin was a spirit of lust, taking a human form seemed only logical, and he had always had an obsession with dicks, so he decided to take the form of a man. It felt natural. The rest of his appearance had been puzzled together other the years of watching humans' desire. He wanted to be the perfect body, the one no one could withstand. Silly when spirits were not interested in appearance, but he could not suppress this primal wish to be admired. It probably came with being a spirit of lust since he had never met a spirit of lust who did not look like the incarnation of human desire.

The door clicked open and a naked Jungkook with wet hair entered the room. Jimin froze when the human's eyes came to rest on him. It was coincidental, he knew, but he could not stop his mad thoughts.

On a whim he floated over and stood in front of Jungkook, close enough to cause a breathy whimper of arousal from the man but far enough that they did not touch. "Do you like what you see, Jungkook?" he asked, eyes fixed on every small twitch in the human's face. A groan was his answer and a hand that sneaked down between Jungkook's legs to brush over the growing hard-on. Jimin counted that as a yes.

"Do you want to go again?" he asked, answered by a breathless sigh. "Let me take care of you. I promise, I'll make it worthwhile."

"Fuck," Jungkook groaned, his length fully erect now, and stumbled through Jimin to let himself fall on his bed. One leg was dangling off the edge, the other was thrown to the side, offering Jimin the opportunity to sit between Jungkook's legs and watch the show.

Apparently, Jungkook's dick was still sensitive because he only let his fingertips brush over the hardness while his other hand was busy fondling his balls and occasionally brushing his hole in the process.

Jimin froze again. Would he? He had never gotten Jungkook to finger himself, but oh how he wanted to see that now. He wanted nothing more but to see that, but Jungkook seemed too shy to try more than circling the rim.

"Do it, Jungkook, please," Jimin whispered pleadingly. "I want to see."

But to his frustration, this man was not willing to give him what he wanted. Another wild thought crossed his mind. What if he...? No, he must not. But no one would know. He would not take over Jungkook, he would just... encourage him.

Lightheaded, Jimin bent over the human, staring at the slack jaw and closed eyes for a moment. "You want me to help you, don't you? You want to know as well," he whispered.

Jungkook groaned desperately in response, and that was all Jimin needed to let himself fall. He sunk straight into Jungkook's body, no disgusting tickle this time, no feeling of overlapping but the feeling of becoming whole. Jimin gasped at the sensation and heard his gasp being echoed by Jungkook. He had done it. He was possessing a human. He was officially crazy.

Jungkook's hand stroked over his dick, over their dick, and Jimin could not stop the cry that erupted from his throat, a weird twin-sound of his and Jungkook's voices mixing. Every touch seemed too much, his whole body seemed ablaze, he wanted out but wanted it never to stop. Why were nipples so sensitive, why was everything so sensitive? How could humans stand this every day of their life?

"Touch me... more," he croaked out in their twin-voice, making Jungkook freeze this time.

Fuck! Fuck, he had messed up.

"What the hell," Jungkook's single voice whispered, but apparently hearing his own voice without Jimin's calmed him down because Jimin could feel their muscles relax.

He had to get a hold of this. No talking anymore. Using the mouth was tabu. But he wanted to use the rest, so he began to explore the feeling of fingers and toes, softly flexed every muscle to get used to it. It felt good. He felt strong, massive. He was no longer weightless. He felt their back pressing into the soft sheets and the weight of their hand on his chest. Now he understood why some spirits went rouge for this, and that scared him.

But he was only here for the pleasure, nothing more, he told himself. He would leave afterwards.

Jungkook's finger brushed over their hole and Jimin gasped. Yes, this was what he had come for. Cautious not to be too obvious, he stopped the finger from moving away again and instead gave little pressure to the tight ring of muscle. Jungkook groaned out another breathless 'fuck' before Jimin could feel how the control was passed on to him.

The shock made him stop for a moment. Was Jungkook willingly giving up his body to him? He gaped at the implication. He could do what he wanted now, he could do anything, everything. Try all the stuff he had only seen.

With a shake of their head, he focused. One by one. Today he wanted to finger them, nothing more, so he lifted the hand that had been resting between their legs and put two fingers into his mouth to get them slick. Another onslaught of sensation overwhelmed him. Smelling and tasting. It was intense. Fuck, he should try food some other time.

Once he had rolled the two digits through their mouth, he led them back between their legs and probed at the entrance once more. The first digit was an easy thing although the sensation was weird and caused Jungkook a groan in shock. But Jimin kept going, slowly pushing and pulling that one finger in and out while keeping his other hand busy with fondling their admittedly oversensitive length.

"Shit, what the hell?" Jungkook cursed under his breath but made no attempt to get back the reign over his body, so Jimin took this as consent to go further and pushed the other finger in as well.

Now, this was a stretch. The soft burning sensation made him halt and give Jungkook and himself time to breathe and relax. When he started to move it was slower than before but with the intent of exploring. He had heard enough sex talk to know what he was searching for and if it was anything as good as the feeling of their fingers on their erection it was worth the sting of the stretch.

Jungkook whimpered helplessly when Jimin twisted and turned their body to get their fingers deeper. He wanted his, had wanted this for so long and if he was going to be banished after this, he would make it worth it.

"Fuck," they shouted in twin-voice when he hit a spot that send a strange sensation through their lower body.

"Keep going," Jungkook choked out and Jimin did, brushing his fingers over that spot over and over again until the strangeness of the sensation turned into mind-numbing pleasure that made tears roll down their face from the intensity of it.

"Don't stop," Jungkook sobbed. "Fuck, don't stop."

Their lower arm was cramping from the strain Jimin put on it to keep hitting that pleasure spot, but he did not stop, could not stop. All he could do was chase that pulsing madness that drove him insane while writhing and crying with Jungkook, barely able to breath. But who wanted to breath when you could have this instead? Have this body, this painful pleasure and this throat to scream it into the world.

"Come for me," Jimin moaned in their twin-voice and a flash whipped through their body that painted everything white. They came hard and plenty, and even while their hole was still clenching and their length pulsing, Jimin dragged their hand through the mess to taste it, bitter and salty and so damn filthy. He did not want it to stop, never, and even when he felt Jungkook taking back control to pull out the fingers, he denied him and pushed deeper again, against the painful pleasure and the sting. He wanted to break this body, wanted to ruin it, tear it into pieces. He wanted that painful pleasure, the onslaught of sensation that numbed his brain.

"Please stop," Jungkook whispered hoarse. Had they been so loud to affect his voice?

Fuck, was Jungkook talking to him? Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck. Jungkook had been talking to him all the time. He knew. This human knew he had been possessed. Suddenly frightened to death, Jimin whipped out of the body and curled into the upper corner furthest from the bed. He had fucked it up. He was going to be banished.

"Thanks," Jungkook whispered barely audible before his eyes fell shut and he slipped into the space between here and there.

Jimin wanted to cry but there were no eyes he could cry with. He was confused and exhausted and so damn mad at himself. Formless, he glued himself into the corner and tried not to scream.

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At some point Jimin must have dosed off because when he came back to consciousness, the bed was empty and sounds came from the kitchen. Formlessly, he seeped through the wall and caught sight of Jungkook sitting at the kitchen table and spooning a bowl of something that Jimin could not identify. He looked good, not scared or freaked out like Jimin would have expected after last night, so he sat down in the chair across the table to watch the human eating and scrolling through his phone.

A minute later, Jungkook dropped the phone and looked up. "Are you still here?" he asked, now looking nervous.

Jimin instantly whipped back to the wall furthest away from the desk.

"I must be nuts," he heard Jungkook whisper to himself before he rubbed a hand over his face and got up in order to leave for what must be his work.

"No, I am," Jimin whispered unheard. He was the crazy one for possessing a human.

He left when the apartment door fell close after Jungkook and silence settled over the flat. He knew he should never come back here. He could not allow this madness to destroy him.

"Goodbye, Jungkook," he whispered into the room before he left for good.

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I'm planning on making this into a full story from JM's and JK's perspective.