"How was it?" Mrs. Jeon's wanted to ask Jungkook but suddenly her voice ceased when she spotted Jimin with her son, both making their way silently to the bedroom. Clearing her throat she stood her ground. "Jungkook and Jimin!" She called the two with a strict voice, stricter than they have heard before.

"I do allow you to hang out but at the same time, I don't want any funny business, otherwise I will be the one to put rules and restrictions in place. Do I have an understanding?" She tried to scare the kids.

More than being scared, the teens blushed profusely. Jimin stepped towards Mrs. Jeon with courage when he found Jungkook nervous. "We won't, aunty. Please trust us."

"Hmm..." The woman hummed with an intentional husky voice, keeping her character as she stared at Jimin. "No hanging out in the room after eight in the evening. If you have studies to do, you will use the living room."

Jimin nodded, understanding where the mother was coming from, but his face turned grim regardless.

"You can hang out today. The rules will apply from tomorrow."

The boy's face brightened quickly as he looked up at Mrs. Jeon in surprise, nodding and wanting to squeeze her into a hug, but he didn't. Jungkook breathed again when Jimin sauntered towards him and held his hand. Mrs. Jeon turned away with a soft smile.

**

"A see-through shirt?"

Jungkook held the shirt in front of his chest with wide eyes. "Where did you think I would wear this to?" The boy threw the feathery light piece of fabric onto Jimin's face who was smirking, lying on his bed. The garment fell down halfway and Jungkook gaited ahead with clear weight in his steps to pick it from the carpet and throw it on Jimin again.

The older boy began to cackle out loud now as Jungkook punched his abdomen, trying to dodge, but then he pulled Jungkook down on top of him.

"You'd wear this right now, with me, in the bedroom." Jungkook suddenly gulped, wanting to take back all the punches.

"Mom said no funny business."

"And I am not doing anything. I just want to see my boyfriend in something I have bought for him." Jimin reached over and picked the shirt in his hand again.

Jungkook's face turned red. The room wasn't bright enough to see the colors anyway, but Jimin had the face cupped in his palms, so he could feel the heat.

"Okay... But you can't look," Jungkook warned.

"I want to see you in it, Jungkook. I don't think you understand how the whole thing works. Let me explain. When the light comes in contact with the cornea, it passes through the aqueous humor and vitreous humor-"

"Shut up! I know how an image is formed."

"Then show me." Jimin pushed Jungkook on the bed like throwing a pillow and the boy gasped, trying to climb on top of the former again.

"You are strong, but not faster than I am," Jimin grabbed Jungkook's arms and pinned him down, hovering above him.

"I don't go to the gym like you. Wait until I get permission to go to the gym too. I will kick your ass easily." Jungkook breathed on Jimin's lips.

"Oh, please. You did pretty good damage without going to the gym. You don't need to go there."

"I want to, I am gaining weight. Don't you think my cheeks are getting round?"

Jimin looked at the pouting lips and then fluffiest cheeks. He loved them absolutely. In fact, he was intentionally making Jungkook eat so much that the boy would gain a little healthy fat.

"You are perfect, baby," Jimin left the wrists he was holding and gently stroked Jungkook's hair up. "But if you still want to workout, having sex burns 60 calories in 45 minutes, kissing burns 6.4 calories per min."

"Please, Hyung," Jimin felt like Jungkook began to panic so he immediately got off him and Jungkook chuckled out in a high pitch.

"That's it, you brat. I want the pictures of you in that shirt in the next minutes on my phone," he ordered and retreated his steps, knowing that if he stayed for a few more minutes, he could do something that Jungkook might not be ready for. Moreover, the constriction in his pants made him want to get the hell out of Jungkook's room as quickly as he could.

Without hearing any response and turning on the room lights on the way out, Jimin disappeared. Jungkook grumbled as he looked at the so-called shirt.

After staring at it for a few minutes, something new took birth in his mind. He suddenly wanted to look sexy for his boyfriend, put on a show. Just as the idea of Jimin looking at his body through the shirt rose in him, with pretty blush dusting his cheeks, he threw off his shirt that was on his body and put on the feathery light garment.

It was so soft against his skin that Jungkook wanted to not take it off ever. He heaved at least two contented sighs before lurking towards his phone and clicking numerous selfies in different angles.

Jimin's phone chimed with notification after notification and he pulled over his car to look at the pictures.

Just as he zoomed in, he could swear that the slight erection in his pants began to throb, so he recalibrated and focused on Jungkook's adorable face. The sight made him kiss the screen gently and also realize that these were the only pictures he had of Jungkook in his phone and he made sure to ask for all the ones Jungkook captured in his phone every time they went out together.

**

The next afternoon, the two went to watch basketball together. As the halftime approached, Jimin looked at Jungkook. "Do you want to get a refill?"

"Yeah," Jungkook quickly stuffed his mouth with the remaining popcorn and handed him the tub along with his cold drink cup. "And a cheesecake, please."

Jimin slouched back on his chair again while laughing and Jungkook pouted at him indignantly. "Why are you laughing?"

"It's good to know you want your boyfriend to go bankrupt." Jimin patted Jungkook's head and the latter scrunched his face cutely. "Which I will gladly."

Without giving any inkling, Jimin placed a short peck on Jungkook's lips while getting up and the boy gasped, quickly turning around and seeing if anyone else saw. His head turned to see Jimin on the sideline, strutting away after winking at him.

Once the older disappeared, Jungkook squealed out so loud that the people now cocked their heads to see him. "Ssup?" He asked with the jut of his head to a couple who looked as though they were there for being tortured. The two turned away without responding to him.

He kept playing with his phone when Jimin returned. The game was resumed and Jimin silently captured videos of Jungkook hollering for his favorite team. The older boy wanted to keep this smile locked on their lips forever.

At last, when their team finally won, they returned home.

Jungkook was dropped to his place after he gave a goodbye cheek kiss to Jimin. "Jungkook-ie? Is that you?" Mrs. Jeon asked, without lifting her head up from the laptop screen.

"Yeehaw!"

"Your result is out!" It was now that Mrs. Jeon grinned as she cocked her head towards her boy. Jungkook's eyes widened and he rushed anxiously to see it.

"Eomma," he looked at his mother with wide eyes after glancing at his perfect marks.

"You topped the class, Kookie. You have the highest score. Principal bang called to congratulate you too." Mrs. Jeon gushed.

Jungkook hugged his mother and they both gleefully jumped in circles. "Ask me for anything you want, baby. It's your day. I am going to call everyone and then we are going to have a celebration." The mother said excitedly. She was happier than Jungkook.

The boy rushed to his room with a thumping heart and called Jimin who was on the way to his home. He pulled over to the side and picked the call to hear a yelling voice from Jungkook. "Hyyyung! The result is out. Come to my place. We will see yours and then we will celebrate together."

Jimin smiled wide, putting the phone on the speaker so he could check his own instantly. "When did they release it?"

"They did a few minutes ago. Bang called at home to congratulate me."

Jimin's heart thud so hard, he could feel his mouth filling with saliva, and his hands started shivering a bit in contemplation. Quickly, he put in his roll number and the page popped open at the school website. He had secured excellent grades. But then his smile faded as he thought of Jungkook's marks. "How much did you get?" He asked.

"A+. I am 99%. I haven't checked yours yet." Jungkook replied.

"They are 97%, Jungkook." Jimin inhaled shakily.

"Oh," Jungkook pursed his lips. "They aren't bad, Hyung." The younger now suddenly felt uneasy from the lack of enthusiasm in Jimin's voice. Only if they were together, he could have made the older feel better.

"Yeah, I guess." Jimin gulped and his eyes brimmed. His father did instruct him throughout the semester to focus and not study with Jungkook, and now Jungkook had more marks than him. He knew his father would never let him forget it that terrified him. "Jungkook, I have to go now."

"Wait! Hyung!" Jungkook intoned. "Can you please come over?" The boy pleaded cutely, wanting to hug Jimin.

"I can't Kook-ah..." Jimin sniffled, biting back the tears. "I will see you in school tomorrow."

25 Mar 2022