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The way he swiftly starts moving. His thigh muscles contouring nicely. His hair bouncing atop his head as he moves. Eyes staring intensely, focused, as one, two beads of sweat slides down the side of his face. And then he thrusts-
"-kookie, JUNGKOOKIE!"
Jungkook's phone flies out of his hands as he panicks, and it lands SMACK on the floor in front of him. Eyes darting up, he meets the look of annoyance of Yoongi.
"If you want to eat your phone, at least save up money to buy another."
The maknae lets out a nervous laugh as he picks up his phone and quickly closes the video he was watching. They were going to start recording the special dance choreography video for Bbapsae for BTS Festa 2016 and then learn their performances for their BTS Day Party.
But all he can think of, is the way Jimin moves when he dances.
"Okay, everyone's here, recording's gonna start now."
It's gonna be a long day...
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"Nono, you have to move your body like this and then put your leg behind and twist."
Shifting his weight from one leg to the other, Jungkook stares subtly at Jimin and Namjoon, the shorter boy teaching their leader the moves to his solo dance. Jungkook and Jimin finally get to do an official dance performance together. What's more, it's a sensual one, the infamous Adult Ceremony dance. But before they could start, Jimin has to teach the basics of his solo dance to Namjoon, who's gonna be putting his dance capabilities to the test in performing it. Jungkook was supposed to practice their performance of Adult Ceremony on his own while he waits.
His focus didn't last long.
Jimin lets out his signature body-flinging laugh. "Hyung, that's not how- HAHA- You- You look so funny HAHA-"
Namjoon looks extremely exasperated, flinging his hands around. "I'm trying to follow as best as I can! But I can't get this pa-"
"Wait- wait- you're moving your waist in the wrong direction. Watch how I do it again."
As Jimin demonstrates the move again, Namjoon watches intently, trying to decipher how he's suppose to carry out the move. He isn't the only one watching intently though.
Tsk, why am I getting distracted like this. He's just teaching Namjoon-hyung the da-
"Yea! Like that, move your hips like that."
Just distracted cause they're in front of me, yeah, he should be done soon.
"-then use your leg and twist yourse-"
Wait, am I getting jeal- Nonono, haha, why should I even be-
"-ike this, here, lemme help you move to position."
Jungkook's eyes immediately zooms in on Jimin's hand on Namjoon's waist, helping to maneuver him according to the dance step. At that point, everything goes to chaos inside Jungkook's mind and body, springing towards the two, like Usain Bolt starting off a race. Almost colliding into them, he grabs Jimin's hand off Namjoon.
"A-ah hyung, you have to let your waist loose abit when you do that, like this." The words spill out of Jungkook so fast that he's lucky he didn't start stuttering, immediately doing the move in front of the two. As he finishes, he looks back at two pairs of bewildered eyes.
Did they catch what I said? If they didn't, I literally just embarrassed mys-
"Wow Jungkookie, you knew the dance? Cool! Now it will be easier to get this hyung to learn the dance."
"Now I have to have the two of you teach me? This is embarrassing."
"Why not? Besides it's faster that way. I still have to learn my performance with Jungkookie too, remember?"
"Aish- okok."
Jimin giggles and looks at Jungkook, giving a huge smile of gratitude. The younger couldn't help but smile back.
I guess this arrangement's okay.
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Resting his body against the mirror, Jungkook slowly slides down onto the floor, exhausted. Hours have passed and they have managed to pull off the rundown of their Adult Ceremony dance. With Jungkook's help, it was easier to teach Namjoon the steps, though he still asked for help as they were practicing Adult Ceremony. Jungkook couldn't say no, helping as much as possible, but he can't help but feel the need to have Jimin just to himself.
Just the two of them dancing without any interruptions.
Because Damn. Jimin when he dances to Adult Ceremony though.
And that is why, now, they're the only ones left in the dance practice room. Coming up with a reason as to why he wanted them to practice alone, was a challenge. Being the Golden Maknae, he's known for being good at lots of things, learning dance steps and perfecting them with ease, being one of it. He soon realized he didn't actually need to make an excuse.
"I was thinking of asking the same too, I thought we can focus more on getting the dance moves down perfectly." Jimin huffs, being exhausted too. Teaching Namjoon was a task, and by task it included alot of laughing from Jimin's side at the weird moves Namjoon was doing. It got even Jungkook laughing.
"Yea, I guess." Jungkook scrolls past his phone as he chills for abit. Suddenly, the video from earlier pops up in his mind.
"Actually...hyung, I think our Adult Ceremony dance is good for now..."
"Didn't you want to go over it again?"
"I...have something else in mind." As much as he wants to watch Jimin sway to Adult Ceremony again, now that the video he had been watching repeatedly for the last few days, popped into his mind, he can't get it out of his head. It's like it's being repeated again and again in some kind of forced looped torture.
And it's bugging him really badly. Adult Ceremony can wait for tomorrow.
He hesitantly shows the video he was watching earlier to Jimin. It was a video of Jimin's solo dance during their BTS Begins concert. Jimin looks at it, wide-eyed.
"You have been watching this?" Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, nodding slightly.
"I know it's by your favourite choreographer and I got intrigued into learning it too." Jungkook cringes to himself. That was a lie and it sounded so bad. It was half true though in a way.
"Is that why you knew it so well when I was teaching it to Namjoonie-hyung earlier?" Jimin side-eyes at Jungkook, smiling, causing Jungkook to look away in embarrassment. "Well from what I can see, you already know the dance well, so I don't think you need me for that, unless...that's not what you actually want?"
I just want to watch you dance it again. Like in the video.
That's what Jungkook wants to say but, he can't possibly actually say that out loud. Looking back at Jimin, he's met with questionable eyes, waiting for an answer.
Shit. Is he onto me?
Jungkook opens his mouth, trying to think up of an excuse that could work. And then, it hit him.
"I thought we could do a dance cover of that. Together. I'm pretty sure A.R.M.Y.s will love it." Jungkook watches as Jimin grows wide-eye again at the sudden suggestion. Making his usual pucker lips, Jimin thinks about it for abit.
"Okay, why not!"
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As the choreography wasn't gonna go for the whole song, Jimin and Jungkook decided that they would just freestyle the rest after the choreography ends. While Jimin positions the camera, Jungkook walks over to the side of the room and turns off all the lights in the room, except for a row of lights above where they would be dancing.
"Jungkookie, why the sudden lighting arrangement?" Jungkook turns to look at Jimin, who's still arranging the camera.
"No reason..."
I bet it would make you look sexier. Especially on that.....-
He walks towards the back of Jimin, admiring how the light nicely accentuates Jimin's ass, especially when he's bending over in concentration. He gives the older's ass a pat and a nice smack, causing Jimin to turn in shock. Jungkook looks teasingly at Jimin, clicking his tongue before walking away. Blushing slightly, Jimin pouts and goes back to face the stereo, muttering to himself on how Jungkook can be so weird at times.
The song starts playing and Jungkook semi-freezes. He almost forgot that the version of the song that was used during Jimin's solo dance, was merely a sort-of remix of the original song with Jimin's vocals in it. Since they're gonna be doing a dance cover, obviously they would be using the original song.
He has heard the original song before. Many times. But it has been awhile since he's heard it and now he's being reminded of the lyrics.
"Let's have a test roun-" Jimin stares at Jungkook standing under the lights. The younger catches sight of Jimin's eyes going from his head down to his...chest?
Jimin turns back to the stereo, nervously brushing his hair back and clears his throat. Looking down at himself, Jungkook inspects himself. Was his underwear showing? Did he zip up his pants??
Everything seems to be fine. So, what was that?
"L-let's have a test round."
They start dancing and gradually they get immersed in it, focusing on keeping each move precise, both showing a different style to the same choreography. Something that Jungkook loves seeing from all the official videos and fancams of them. A test round turns into multiple rounds of them dancing and having fun with each other, especially during the freestyle.
"Jungkook! What is that?!" Jimin falls onto the ground, laughing after seeing Jungkook jump around with his arms up high like a seagull. Jungkook laughs to himself and kneels beside Jimin. Turning to lay on his back, Jimin closes his eyes as he calms himself down from laughing. Both of them stay silent as the music continues playing on repeat in the background.
Jungkook turns to look at Jimin and suddenly, everything else feels blurry as he zooms in on Jimin. Watching the older's chest breathe in and out, dim lights creating highlights and shadow on his facial features, his hair black but shiny where the light reflects on, sprawled out like a black radiant halo above his head, how his lips look plump and pink, slightly parted, his eyelashes neatly fanned out, curling up slightly, and his eyes-
"Jungkookie." Jimin's voice sounded close. Too close.
Jungkook blinks and finds himself staring into the eyes of Jimin under him. The younger had been so entranced with Jimin that he didn't realize he had crawled closer and somewhat caged Jimin onto the floor.
The realization did nothing to move Jungkook though, as he looks deeply into Jimin's eyes. He watches as Jimin smiles and brings his hand up to ruffle Jungkook's hair playfully. Jimin must have expected Jungkook to come to his senses and get up, because when Jungkook didn't, his smile fades away slowly. The playful sparkle in Jimin's eyes disappears, intensity growing darker and deeper as the staring game continues. Suddenly, Jimin doesn't see the usual bubbly maknae anymore in those doe eyes. Instead, he sees Jeon Jungkook, who just reached the legal age not long ago, looking unbearably hot on top of him.
Feeling small, he tries to break the eye contact, only to look down and gulp. Raising one eyebrow, Jungkook looks down at himself and realizes what Jimin had been staring at earlier, all embarrassed.
His shirt.
It's loose, huge and white, not to mention slightly see-through. But with Jungkook hanging over Jimin, his shirt, following gravity, had its collar pulled down, giving a clear view of Jungkook's torso all the way down to just below his belly button, where his jeans starts.
He licks his lips, smirking after realizing. Shifting his weight to one hand, he takes Jimin's right hand and casually places it on his chest, expecting Jimin to pull back. Instead, Jimin doesn't and Jungkook feels the older's hand press against his chest, a finger lightly scraping through the fabric, down his chest to his packs. Jungkook shivers at the stray and unexpected touch, the fabric texture in between creating extra friction. Through the open collar, Jimin could see Jungkook's abdominal muscles tensing up as he grazes his fingers past them.
One hand soon turns to two, caressing each curve and indent. Jungkook turning breathy at the sudden turn of events. Jimin lets his thumb brush against Jungkook's nipple, letting loose a groan from Jungkook, who closes his eyes from the overwhelming sensation. Jimin, mesmerized by the state Jungkook has become, wants more. He slides his hands down and under Jungkook's shirt, feeling the bare skin of Jungkook's waist. Feeling Jimin touching him bare, leaves hot tingles all over Jungkook's body, his hands giving way as he lays on top of Jimin, who wraps a hand over Jungkook and traces up his spine.
It's just Jimin touching his body. They've done that alot with each other, holding onto waists, playfully poking each other, even when dancing. And they've even seen each other naked many times. Had sex too.
So why does it feel so...different this time? Maybe cause they haven't had sex in awhile.
Opening his eyes, he props himself up slightly, eyes meeting with Jimin's, staring deeply, seemingly waiting for something. And Jungkook knows. He just does. He brings himself nearer to Jimin's face, their lips so close that they can feel their breathe mixing with each other. The heavy breathing so audible that it drowns out the music still playing in the background. Jungkook looks at Jimin's lips as his tongue pokes out, licking his lips and biting his lower lip, letting it spring back with a slight tinge of red to it.
"Jungkook..."
That snaps Jungkook out of his trance, as though hearing his name being called, broke the tension. Pushing himself off Jimin, he sits in place, staring at the corner of the room.
What were they doing. They got so carried away.
"Ah...er...we-we should continue with the dance cover." Scratching his nape, he gets up and walks over to the stereo. Through the corner of his eyes, he could see Jimin huffing out in disappointment and slowly gets up.
"Y-yeah..."
Suddenly, he wishes he didn't stop. He too wanted more. But it was just so sudden that he panicked at the last second.
Quickly restarting the song loop, Jungkook walks back to the middle of the room, trying to push aside the incident. Looking to his left, he sees Jimin looking down, bangs covering his face and effectively hiding his expression. He starts cursing away in his mind as the song starts. Letting out a sigh, they start dancing but-
~Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love~
Jungkook stills mid-dance, his body fidgeting, random thoughts now mixing in with the incident from earlier upon hearing the lyrics. Noticing Jungkook, Jimin stops to look at the maknae. Before he could say anything, Jungkook puts his hand up.
"Sorry-sorry, let's start again."
Though after three times, Jungkook still fails to push aside the reminder of what had happened earlier, stopping at the same exact line everytime. His body heating up at the thoughts he's having, with an incoming erection. Acknowledging Jungkook's lack of focus, Jimin sighs.
"Let's just end it here. We got some pretty good recordings of earlier runs already. We can just use that."
No.
Jungkook looks at Jimin with frantic eyes, Jimin looking visibly exhausted. And mentally troubled.
Wait.
Jimin starts walking over to the stereo, taking off his boots in the process.
Tsk.
Before Jimin could turn off the music, he hears footsteps running behind him and suddenly arms wraps itself around him, his body tensing up from the shock. Jungkook's bigger frame encases Jimin in the backhug, his head fitting nicely over Jimin's left shoulder, both their heartbeats can be felt beating against each other.
"Don't turn it off. Not yet."
Jungkook feels Jimin loosening up in his hold.
"Why?"
Turning Jimin around, Jungkook looks at the older, just centimetres from each other. With the lights glowing behind, Jungkook looms over Jimin, almost like a tall silhouette staring down with eyes still unsure but looking very much determined to do something.
Something to Jimin.
"I'm sorry...bout stopping earlier..."
Jimin looks anywhere but Jungkook, not knowing how to answer. He would be lying if he said he could easily forget everything that happened. He wanted more, so much more.
Jimin slowly shuffles back, but Jungkook moves forward as he does, keeping the barely-there space between them. Hitting the mirror behind him, Jimin's breath hitches as Jungkook cages Jimin onto it. Jungkook slowly noses into Jimin's bangs, wafting in the scent of slight shampoo and sweat mixed together, before letting his lips lightly graze down Jimin's nose and stopping in front of Jimin's lips. Hesitantly at first, Jimin lets himself grab onto Jungkook's shirt as their eyes meet once again.
This time, they know they're not going to stop.
"Jungkookie...why did you want to do the dance cover...?"
"To watch you dance to this song."
"Are you sure...?"
...
"No."
At that, their lips crash against each other. Lips smacking and travelling around each other, teeth biting until their lips are swollen red, tongue swirling and fighting with each other. Jungkook grabs ahold of Jimin's denim jacket and takes it off Jimin's shoulders, lips quickly finding purchase on Jimin's neck. With Jimin softly moaning, Jungkook quickly and successfully pulls off Jimin's jacket off from his arms, all while still lapping away at Jimin's neck. Separating Jimin's knees with his own, Jungkook grinds his thigh up Jimin's crotch, earning a head-flinging moan from Jimin, the sweet sound of it shooting straight up to Jungkook's hardening cock. Arms free from the jacket, Jimin fumbles around Jungkook's shirt and starts unbuttoning it.
"W-we shouldn't be...doing this in here...we could get caught..."
"Says the one who's unbuttoning my shirt."
"I...wanted to see how you look like...when it's unbuttoned..."
"Not satisfied with earlier, huh? You were practically having your way with me."
Popping off Jimin's jeans button, Jungkook slides his hand down into Jimin's jeans, rubbing onto the older's erection. Jimin lets out a sharp gasp, head falling onto Jungkook's collarbone.
"You're so hard already, and we barely did anything." Jungkook chuckles.
"It's because of you, goddamnit."
"I'll take that as a compliment." With that, Jungkook lifts Jimin's chin up and dives in for a kiss. As they parted, Jimin's eyes travel down Jungkook's body, taking in the sight of Jungkook's toned abdomen under the shirt. Licking his lips, Jimin starts leaving kisses down Jungkook's body, licking at the spot from time to time. Reaching his jeans, Jimin pops the button open and quickly zips it down, catching sight of the tip of Jungkook's cock, peeking out from his underwear. Jimin gives it a lick as he hooks his finger into Jungkook's underwear, pulling it down. Jungkook hisses at the sudden warmth, almost jerking his cock onto Jimin's face.
Amused at the maknae's reaction, Jimin starts giving kitten licks at the head of Jungkook's cock. Tilting his head up, he lets Jungkook get a better view of the teasing, much to the frustration of Jungkook, groaning away. And then, he remembers the mirror behind Jimin and smirks.
Without warning, Jungkook moves to the side, confusing Jimin. The older gets frustrated and turns to face Jungkook again, tongue out ready to continue teasing. At that moment, he sees himself in the mirror, now next to him and giving them a clear view of the situation. Jimin flushes red at the sight of him, tongue out ready to suck Jungkook's big cock.
"What a view."
Jimin looks up at Jungkook, sly smile plastering his face. Jungkook tilts Jimin's chin up before brushing the tip of his cock on Jimin's lips. Mouth instinctively opening, Jimin sticks out his tongue and lets Jungkook push his cock into his mouth.
"Fuck, hyung-" Jungkook growls out, hand propping him steady beside the mirror. Jimin starts bopping his head back and forth on Jungkook's cock, holding onto Jungkook's thighs for support. Looking at himself in the mirror, the motion of him sucking cock, turns him on so much that he starts moaning as he sucks. And the view of Jungkook above him, look of pure ecstasy on his face, unbuttoned shirt revealing his toned abs, just adds the perfect touch.
Pulling out his own cock, Jimin starts pumping himself as he sucks away. But not even five pumps in and Jungkook's hands catch ahold of Jimin's black locks and pulls Jimin off his cock, string of saliva connecting it with Jimin's mouth.
"God, you look so pretty like that, both from this view and from the mirror."
Jungkook pulls Jimin up by the hand and pushes Jimin against the wall. Quickly stripping them off of their pants, he hooks an arm under Jimin's right leg and holds it up on his arm. Wrapping his arms around Jimin, he tears open the packet of lube he had taken out earlier and drizzles it down his fingers.
"This gonna sting for abit."
Jungkook circles his finger around Jimin's hole before slowly pressing it in. Jimin lets out a sudden cry, causing Jungkook to kiss him, muffling away the cry and hoping it would distract Jimin. Slowly working his finger up Jimin's hole, Jungkook leaves kisses on Jimin's cheek, jaw and neck, the older heaving deeply in his arms.
"Relax, hyung...it'll feel good very soon..." Jimin whimpers at the stretch as he feels Jungkook inserting a second finger in. Their heavy breathing mixing together and the squelching sound of the lube on Jungkook's finger almost sounding deafening around them, and if it weren't for the stereo still playing away, anyone standing right outside the door would be able to pick up everything. Their bodies pressing close against each other, so much that both theirs cocks are painfully grinding and bouncing on each other.
As Jungkook prods in and out of Jimin's hole, the older gets impatient, legs starting to ache from being held up for quite awhile.
"Jung-kook, w-what are y-AHH!" Jimin screams, feeling jolts of pleasure surge through his whole body, his prostate getting hit repeatedly by Jungkook's finger.
"That's what I want to hear." Jungkook watches in amusement as Jimin holds onto Jungkook's shirt for dear life, shivering all over and moaning loudly.
"J-Jungkook, please-AH! Wa-want it..."
"Want what, hyung?...Want more? Or want me to stop?"
"No-no-ah, please, I want your cock-"
"So so needy..."
Taking his fingers out, Jungkook quickly slicks up and pump his own cock. He gives Jimin's smaller cock a few fast pumps teasingly, sending the older gasping at the unexpected friction. Without letting Jimin catch his breath, Jungkook lines his cock up and thrusts in, sending the both of them groaning out loud. Jungkook adjusts his hold on Jimin, who's quivering, leg already numb from the lack of blood flow.
"You're always so tight, yet you take me in so well everytime..." Jungkook whispers into Jimin's ears as he starts thrusting. Jimin whines, sweaty hands still grabbing hold onto Jungkook's shirt, not wanting to let go of how closely pressed they are against each other. With his free hand, Jungkook pulls up Jimin's t-shirt, revealing perky hard nipples for him to rub and flick them. Breathy moans escape from Jimin, his head thrown back. Jungkook licks Jimin's neck, savoring every sound Jimin's voice creates, admiring the way Jimin's face looks and the way Jimin's body reacts.
"Hyung...do you want to see how pretty and lewd you look?" The words coming out from Jungkook burning a hole deep inside of Jimin. He knows what's coming. What's going to happen.
He doesn't even need to say yes.
Jungkook's strong arms make quick work, turning Jimin to face the mirror behind them. He holds up Jimin, knowing full well that Jimin's legs are numb from being held up at an awkward angle. With Jimin barely being able to stand up, he grabs ahold of Jimin's round ass and starts pounding.
Grabbing a fistful of Jimin's hair, he pulls Jimin's head up until the older is facing the mirror, breath fogging it up.
"Look at how pretty you are...hot and sweaty as you take me in..."
Jimin whines at the praise, watching himself on the mirror. It's dark because of the light casting behind them, but with how close he is to the mirror, he could make out every detail on his face despite the fogging. His hair matted onto his forehead with sweat, completely messed up at this point, sweat dripping down off his chin, his pink lips parted, sending out quick moans that sound louder than before. He looks at Jungkook in the mirror but could only make out rough details of Jungkook's messy hair and his chiseled jaw, highlighted from the light behind.
Jungkook pushes them closer to the mirror, positioning Jimin's upper body to a 45-degree angle. He knows Jimin is flexible enough for what he's about to do. Keeping his pounding momentum, he hooks his arm under Jimin's armpit and pulls Jimin up by the chin, close to his body. He turns the older's head to the left, pushing their lips together to indulge in a wet kiss, amidst grunts and moans. Through the corner of his eye, Jungkook looks at the sight in the mirror, of their bodies intertwined with each other.
Like they're in the middle of a dance full of lust.
"Ah-Jungkook, I'm...I'm so close-ah-ah..." Jungkook hisses, just imagining the sight of Jimin cumming streaks captured in the mirror in front of them.
"You're gonna cum untouched for me, hyung?"
"P-please, ah-"
"Cum for me, hyung. And make sure you watch yourself cum." Jungkook growls into Jimin's ear and lets Jimin face the mirror as he licks the shell of Jimin's ear. Looking into the mirror, he stares into Jimin's half-lidded eyes, before smirking and letting his hand roam down Jimin's body, throwing Jimin's senses off.
And all it takes is one pump of Jimin's cock before streaks of white shoots out onto the mirror.
Chasing his own orgasm too, Jungkook takes his shirt off his shoulders and grabs ahold of Jimin's ass before pounding into it quick and hard, Jimin letting out chokes of breath. Jungkook lets out a drawled grunt as he releases inside Jimin, slowly thrusting to a stop, to milk it all out.
Both of them drop to the ground in exhaustion. Jungkook pulls his softening cock out of Jimin's hole and watches as his cum oozes out of Jimin's hole. Chuckling to himself, he gets up and takes a bunch of tissues from one of the cupboards and a bottle of water. He quickly cleans up the cum on the mirror with it, before it starts drying up (that would be a nuisance to get rid of), keeping an eye on Jimin beside him, who has now turned to face up with his eyes closed.
This looks familiar.
Jimin eyes pop open as he feels Jungkook wipe the cum that had ooze out. Jungkook looks down at Jimin, in the same position as earlier, with his bunny smile. This time, Jimin playfully hits Jungkook off him, sending Jungkook laughing.
"Aish you...I can't believe...we went from dancing to actually fucking..."
"Not fucking. Making love." Both of them erupt into giggles.
"Thanks to you, now I'm going to be reminded of this everytime I hear this song." Jimin scoots closer to Jungkook into a half-hug, fingers playing with his white shirt. Nuzzling into Jimin's hair, a cheeky bunny smile slowly spreads across his face.
"Let's dance one more time."
"What."
"Come on, we can put more feel into it now."
With Jungkook's persuasion, they somehow manage to put their clothes and shoes back on. Jimin complains that his underwear is gonna get stained now, with Jungkook taking no notice of it, mouthing to himself that he'll probably be the one washing it anyway.
"Oh shit, the camera's still on!"
"100% sure that caught everything, especially our voices."
"I swear to god, Jungkook! We need to delete that entire part when we're editting the video now!"
"Why delete when we can keep it to watch ourselves?" Jimin smacks Jungkook away, who laughs and walks to the middle of the room. Restarting the music for the last time, Jimin walks to Jungkook and they prepare for the last run of their dance routine.
And as they start dancing-
~Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love~
Jungkook holds up his finger in front of Jimin, stopping them both as he scratches his nose in an attempt to hide the sudden but expected need to laugh. Jimin immediately starts laughing when he realises why they stopped and Jungkook smiles, walking to the stereo to restart the song again.
They're never gonna forget it, huh?