Archive of Our Own

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"brooo, this is so crazy!"

his fraternity big's droopy voice reached jungkook's ears, but the voice was more fuzzy than comprehensible. jungkook himself was muttering random words, unsure of what he was even saying...and if anyone was even listening.

the cold, night breeze blew in his face, nipped at his ear, and bit at his neck, but the warm buzz of alcohol in jungkook's throat prevented him from needing a jacket. him and his fraternity brothers were on their way home from the second college party of the evening. the first one was pretty boring, consisting of jungkook taking the first of many shots and feeling a slight burn with each swallow.

now, the 19-year-old could only taste that gentle buzz every time he raised his beer bottle to his lips.

earlier in the night, jungkook had attended the first party as namjoon and jin's third wheel. being two of his four best friends, jungkook always hung out with them wherever they went. even though they were in love and they never failed to show that love to the world, jungkook almost never felt like a third wheel. but it was during nights like these when he felt as lonely as a lost airpod.

his two other best friends were waiting for the three of them to arrive at the campus library, but because of their drunkenness, it felt like the library was a few hours walking distance away.

"whaz' crazy, joon?" jungkook slurred, his head whirling to the right so he could make eye contact with his big.

"his fingers are so coool, why have i never *hiccup* seen them before?" namjoon, who was actually standing to jungkook's left, tapped jungkook's shoulder so he would be looking in the right direction. when their eyes finally met, a smile broke out on jungkook's face, and he felt giggles bubble up in his chest.

jungkook was a giggly drunk.

namjoon was a slurred-words, hiccups-in-the-middle-of-talking, no-boundaries drunk.

"you've definitely seen these fingers before baby, and you've felt them toooo," jin sing-songed from where he was hanging on his boyfriend's arm.

and he was the horny, overly-confident drunk.

"SHHHH. JUNGKOOK M-MIGHT *hiccup* HEAR YOU." namjoon shouted, swiveling on his heel and clamping a hand over jin's lips. jungkook's giggles turned into full-on cackles.

in response, namjoon turned back around and flipped off his little, starting a short argument on why jungkook shouldn't laugh at him and how he should be laughing at his untied shoelaces instead.

"waaait guys, i'm almost done," jungkook drawled, tossing his beer bottle to an unknown location and attempting to kneel down to tie them. his attempt turned into an accidental forward roll, which resulted in a cacophony of jin's windshield wiper laughs and namjoon's stressed hiccups. jungkook's head felt like it was in a blender, and someone was punching the 'blend' button over and over again.

at least the feeling wasn't in his stomach, or else namjoon and jin would get the chance to see its contents.

jungkook lay flat on the sidewalk, his spine braced against the hard cement. fortunately, because of the alcohol, the pain from the forward roll wasn't as potent. but he could still see namjoon and jin laughing at him.

"not f-funny." he stuttered, raising one hand up and waiting until someone grabbed it. he couldn't register who did as he was pulled to his feet, but when he turned to the left he was relieved to see jin's caring, gentle expression. he wrapped one arm around jungkook's waist until he was able to stand straight.

"how much longer until we reach it?" jungkook said slowly, looking between namjoon and jin and waiting for one of them to answer.

"well i dunno, kookie, but i do know that i don't want to stop," jin whispered loudly into his ear, and when jungkook turned to him jin immediately winked to convey his intended message.

"JIN! that's only for *hiccup* me to hear. don't say that. that's mine. your mine, that's mine," namjoon rambled, absentmindedly grabbing jungkook's wrist and changing their walking positions so namjoon could be the one pressed into jin's side. jungkook giggled again and made a heart shape with his hands, holding the heart up to his eye and putting the couple into frame.

for a split second, the heart inside his chest panged and reminded him that he has never been put into a frame like that. his hands fell.

jungkook raised his left hand up to his lips, but then he realized that he had left his beer bottle at the spot where tied his shoes. oh well, jungkook thought to himself with his addled brain. too bad for me.

a few more minutes passed--or maybe half an hour, jungkook wasn't even sure anymore--as the three drunk frat boys walked along the path, occasionally joining in meaningless conversation. jungkook walked on jin's other side while namjoon's arm was slung around his boyfriend's shoulders, and occasionally...he would see them kiss each other.

it was getting harder and harder to forget about his beer.

jungkook could see a huge building up ahead, and at first it didn't look familiar at all, but then his mind clicked as soon as namjoon spoke.

"there it is there it is there it is! we're *hiccup* heeeere!" his big cheered, clapping his hands together while his left arm was still around jin's shoulder. while jin was shaken vigorously because of his boyfriend's applause, jin reached out and nudged jungkook's shoulder to get his attention.

"walk in ahead and find tae and yoongs because i have to make out with joon for a second, will you?" the older boy asked. TMI, hyung. always TMI. jungkook let out an inaudible sigh.

"okaaaay, better not get in trouble though, 'cuz i'm not gonna save you," jungkook played around with his tone of voice, shrugging innocently and waving jin away with one hand.

as they neared the entrance, namjoon and jin immediately got to work while jungkook's fingers wrapped around the door handles. the couple was leaning against the wall near the entrance, and jungkook didn't miss how namjoon's hands instantly slid under the hem of his boyfriend's collared shirt.

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the library's lights were already way too bright for jungkook.

as soon as he had stepped into the building, it was like someone put a drum over his head and then stuck the tip of a flashlight in it--then turned it on to the highest setting. and someone else was hitting the drum's surface with all their power.

"hey jung!"

jungkook blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sharp LEDs while registering the familiar voice.

he squinted to his right, and then he finally saw his other two best friends sitting at a small circular table. taehyung, in all his social-butterfly glory, was extremely overdressed for a library on campus. he most likely attended an evening party with yoongi, seeing how they were both nursing cans of bud light platinum. their hairstyles were also more beach-wavey than preppy-boyish.

as he walked closer to their table, the older frat of the three raised his beer as if he was toasting to jungkook's arrival.

"did you drink enough tonight? you came at the perfect time. i was jus' 'bout to crack this one open. here ya go." yoongi put down the can and pushed it in jungkook's direction before he was even able to sit down. jungkook shook his head as fast as possible without getting a headache.

"i already drank a full bottle of some random-ass beer on the way here. namjin are mouth-fucking outside by the way."

"as expected," taehyung snorted, scooting his chair to the left a little so jungkook could have room.

"and when will they even come in and say hi?" yoongi, the friend who was a typical, short-tempered drunk, started closing his fist even tighter around the unopened beer can.

"don't worry, hyung, they'll come."

"yeah, they definitely will, in each other's hands, if we don't tug them in here." taehyung said matter-of-factly. jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed, but before he could stop himself, airy giggles weaved their way through his closing lips and sounded throughout the library. jungkook could see taehyung and yoongi starting to join him in laughter, with taehyung clapping once and bending over so fast that jungkook feared he would break his nose on the tabletop.

the laughter felt quite refreshing to jungkook, especially because the green-eyed monster was about to claw at his heart.

but then something stopped the laughter from holding off the monster. someone.

jungkook saw a figure advancing toward them through his squinted, laughing eyes, and then the feeling of giddiness was depleted from their bodies.

the person's hands were on his hips. his eyebrows were furrowed. his outfit, complete with a brown turtleneck and black peacoat, gave him a teacher-like image. jungkook didn't even need to look directly at the person's face to know he was park jimin, the brainiest, most butthurt person in the whole school.

"why hello there, jimin. here to roast us about how our mechanical pencils are a danger to this world?"

yoongi, who recovered quickly from the fit of laughter, stared up at the newcomer and folded his arms. jungkook snorted in reply to yoongi's words, remembering how jimin was the only person they knew who didn't own a single mechanical pencil.

"didn't you hear, yoongi-hyung? wood pencils don't end up in landfills. wood pencils degrade faster than mechanical, which is better for the environment. wood pe--"

"okay, jeez. stop. i'm not here to deal with your bullshit about my belief that it isn't too late to save the earth from you treacherous, mechanical-pencil and plastic-straw animals." jimin bit back, stopping taehyung from finishing his perfect imitation. jungkook mentally applauded his friend for being such a good actor.

"but the thing is...me, and the many other kind, hardworking students in this library are also not here to deal with your overwhelming laughter and your stupid, environmentally-destructive beer cans."

"oh no, taehyung, these beer cans are so bad for us and the natural beauty of this insubstantial earth! we must travel to the aluminum factories and assemble a crowd of protesters!" yoongi exclaimed with a sarcastic tone, raising his beer can with one hand and doing a thumbs-down gesture with his other. jungkook covered his mouth and laughed a little, then tried to keep a straight face as jimin spoke again.

"shut the fuck up, yoongi. do you even get what i'm trying to tell you?" he pressed, lowering his hands to his sides and balling them into fists.

jungkook tilted his head while looking at him, and raised his eyebrows. as always, jimin was trying to look and be assertive but at this moment, with his small fists, perfectly arched eyebrows and scrunched up nose--he looked sort of...

...adorable.

"you motherfucking frat boys always blow up every room you go into. this is a library. it's not just a room filled with books, okay? when people read, they focus. when they focus, they put their attention onto something. talking about inappropriate things and beer and stuff is not their priority while they're focusing on their book, or laptop, or homework. so that's why people don't talk a lot in libraries and that's why it's so quiet. well, at least until you came in."

jimin turned to jungkook, his rapid breathing reaching the younger's ears.

"okay yeah, but you immediately jumped up onto us as if we were a bull in a china shop. news flash, jimin, this isn't a china shop, and we're not bulls." jungkook could tell that his comeback wasn't as powerful as jimin's rant, but at least jimin was gracious enough to listen.

and maybe it was just the amount of alcohol jungkook drank that night, but making eye contact with jimin and seeing his hardened gaze made jungkook squirm.

"just..." jimin's voice faded to silence, the anger seeping away. "...if you guys get too obnoxiously loud, you know i won't be the only person who wants to kick you out."

he gestured to the person who worked the night shift as the librarian, who just happened to be jung hoseok--the guy jimin always hung out with. so he definitely had backup. jungkook, yoongi and taehyung glanced at one another, and their eyes all reflected the same thing: even though they didn't want to admit it, jimin was right. and judging by the way he half-sauntered-half-pranced back to his own table, jimin knew that too.

jungkook watched as he walked away, wringing his hands together and placing them on the table. taehyung and yoongi were silent, but a few seconds later the younger spoke.

"how long did you guys stay at your first party?" he asked, lazily taking out his phone and twirling it around against the table's surface. jungkook shrugged, eyes wandering to the nearest window and staring at the dark sky. since it has been quite a while since he left his beer bottle, jungkook could feel his liver working harder than the remaining amount of alcohol in his system.

"we probably stayed there for two or three hours, then jumped to the next one. and even there we stayed for a shorter time than usual." jungkook looked down at his apple watch, thankful to see that it was still on his wrist. nights like these could get pretty wild.

the time read '22:50'...and student jungkook should probably be thinking about showering and going to bed now. then again...frat boy jungkook whispered that the night was still so young.

"there they are now," yoongi piped up, his eyes darting to the door of the library. jungkook twisted around in his chair to see namjoon and jin walking in together, hands intertwined. they weren't as drunk as they were before, seeing how namjoon didn't disrupt the peace with a hiccup as soon as he walked through the door. jin also didn't look too bad...he looked more peaceful instead of acting like an omega in heat.

"hey yoongi-hyung, tae," namjoon greeted, waving his fingers and then letting go of jin's hand so he could bring two chairs over to the table. jin hugged yoongi and taehyung in turn, then ruffled jungkook's hair teasingly.

"while you guys were going to town out there, someone paid a visit." yoongi said as soon as everyone was settled around the table. he nodded in the direction of jimin, whose nose was buried in a textbook about--jungkook didn't really care.

"really? what for?" jin said, his eyes growing wide in disbelief.

"we were just laughing about you two being so fucking horny tonight and then he appeared next to jungkook like a strange enigma." taehyung explained, shrugging his shoulders so as to prove that jimin's action was so unnecessary.

"seriously? he came over here just because you were laughing?" namjoon cut in with a snort. jungkook nodded.

"remember though, when people tease others about something it's usually because they don't have it themselves." the older boy reasoned. yeah, he's definitely sober now, jungkook thought to himself. namjoon was back to being an eloquent genius.

the table fell silent for a moment, and jungkook found himself leaning against the tabletop with his head in his hands. taehyung took a deep breath and started tilting his phone left and right, most likely playing a racing game. yoongi tucked his finger under the tab of the beer can and pulled it open with a carbonated hiss. namjoon reached over to his boyfriend's jean pocket and possessively tucked his hand in it.

then jin made a proposal.

"let's play truth or dare."

jungkook made eye contact with the older boy and saw that he was leaning forward, placing his hands on the table and anticipating a positive response.

"aren't we better than that though, hyung? we're in our 20s and i'm pretty sure we can think of more spicy games than truth or dare," yoongi commented with a wary laugh. jungkook cleared his throat, reminding the older that he was still only 19. yoongi raised his eyebrows at him. "well you're just jealous."

"okay okay okay. so what if we're getting older and we're not in high school anymore? let's release our inner stupid high school freshman. why not?" namjoon said, supporting his boyfriend and leaning against his shoulder. jungkook was grateful for his words because if no one talked, yoongi would probably release more anger onto him.

"he's right." taehyung agreed, pointing to namjoon for effect. jungkook nodded a little.

"okay, so who's gonna start?" he asked the group.

"me!" taehyung exclaimed, almost as a shout. jungkook hurriedly put his index finger to his lips, smiling against it when he saw taehyung blush.

"okay tae. go ahead and pick somebody. and if they choose dare, you better make it spicy." yoongi said. taehyung nodded, then closed his eyes in thought. jungkook already knew his friend was going to choose a more innocent dare than sexy like yoongi-hyung wanted. taehyung was the type of person who would give cheek kisses more than mouth-to-mouth. and no, he didn't mean butt cheeks.

taehyung stole everyone's attention when his eyes flew open.

"namjoon," he began. "truth or dare?"

"truth." namjoon answered.

"okay, um..." taehyung's voice trailed off. everyone watched avidly as his calm facial expression turned mischevious. "oh! i know--tell us your biggest turn-off."

at once, namjoon gulped. jin eyed him, and his eyebrows went up so high it was as if they disappeared into his scalp.

"you better watch what you say," jin snorted, and that earned a few chuckles from around the table. jungkook could watch this sitcom all day.

namjoon started fidgeting with one of his jacket sleeves, repeatedly pulling it up his arm and then letting it fall. taehyung tapped his fingers against the table excitedly, and yoongi cupped his hand around his ear in anticipation.

"well, my biggest turn-off is actually...nagging." namjoon confessed, shrugging his shoulders. jin's chest inflated as he took a deep breath, and he playfully shoved namjoon's head away. jungkook laughed as quietly as he could, knowing that both of them loved each other unconditionally no matter what anyone said. jin definitely likes to nag, and jungkook knew that even though he didn't live in his apartment. he nagged about simple things like folding a tie the right way and fixing a stray hair--but jungkook also knew that nagging was jin's way of showing he cared.

namjoon laughed behind his palm while his boyfriend kept shoving his shoulder, saying that he really fulfilled taehyung's demand of the truth because he's an honest guy.

"okay the next person better say something before namjoon gets beat up by me," jin said, pausing his one-sided match in order to fold his arms.

"yoongi. 's your turn." jungkook said.

the man in question tilted his head to the right, thoughtful eyes flicking up to the ceiling. now he's definitely gonna get the game started, jungkook thought with a smirk. maybe he'll put two of us into the mix? maybe make someone do something sexy in this dull library?

"jungkook. truth or dare." yoongi spoke.

"hm." jungkook tapped his chin in fake contemplation. "i'll go with...dare." maybe he'll tell me to fool around with taehyung? he's more than hot enough to mess with.

jungkook watched yoongi's eyes flit around the premises, and for a second he hovered over taehyung. jungkook's level of excitement was almost touching the ceiling. i've always wanted to kiss those pouty lips--

"i'm thinking of daring you to march right over to mr. butthurt over there. and give him a heated kiss. tae, what do you think about that dare?" yoongi said.

jungkook's jaw dropped. what the fuck?!

yoongi was in over his head. there's no way jungkook's gonna press his lips against that asshole's. jungkook had been fooled. if only yoongi's eyes didn't tease him by giving him false hope. now that yoongi was telling him something completely different than what he imagined, the loss hit him harder.

"i thought you were gonna make me do something to taehyung, not...jimin." jungkook said the other boy's name as if it was as disgusting as roadkill.

"do something to me? well that's something to think about," taehyung admitted, wiggling his eyebrows in a playful way. jungkook inhaled and exhaled out of his nose. yoongi shook his head.

"jungkook, just do it. you walked right into this game and you can't just run out." he smirked at the younger boy, waving his fingers in jimin's direction as if he was willing jimin to turn around and look at them. jungkook slammed his hand over yoongi's and pressed it against the table, hoping jimin didn't see anything. yoongi held back another smirk, resorting to a small smile.

"don't be a pussy," yoongi sing-songed, tilting his head with the rhythm and sliding his hand out from under jungkook's. namjoon placed a hand on jungkook's shoulder and snorted.

"you already know you won't be getting that tonight either, so you have all the time in the world to make out with jimin. i'm actually a little jealous." he said teasingly, reminding jungkook that it was one of those nights where he wasn't lucky enough to score a one night stand. jungkook stuck his tongue out at him, reaching up as if he was going to slap namjoon like jin did. namjoon didn't flinch at all.

"you better do it. we'll be waiting here..." yoongi cut in, leaning back in his chair to convey that they also had all the time in the world.

"are you really making me do this?" jungkook sighed, almost whining like a toddler.

"hell yeah! taehyung started off the game like it was a game of hopscotch instead. i intend to change that. we're playing a childish game but we're capable of doing more sexual stuff. we're frat boys, for god's sake."

jungkook sighed again. he was a bit surprised that his hyung hasn't started fighting him or yelling at him across the table by now.

"could i just give him a quick kiss on the cheek? taehyung would be fine with that--"

"no. i want you to give him a deep-ass kiss. force your tongue in there. i dunno, maybe you could even straddle his lap and grind against his crotch or something. entertain us, man. you're jeon jungkook, one of the hottest people on campus."

"okay, okay. no need to make his ego and head bigger than they already are." jin said, swatting yoongi's shoulder. jungkook shot daggers at jin while he stood up out of his chair, only to hear the older boy let out a defeating 'ha'.

jungkook's feet led the way, and before he knew it, he was halfway to jimin's table.

"can't believe i'm actually doing this." he murmured to himself, hanging his head and then straightening up again. he stopped walking, finding himself sandwiched between bookshelves.

his friends' table was behind him, and jimin's was straight ahead. the books seemed like they were giggling at him, watching him on their wooden stands and making a lighted pathway to the dark side. jungkook came to his senses for a moment, raising his hands up to fix any random strands of hair that may have weaseled their way out. his friends were probably giggling behind their hands by now, watching him prepare.

he turned around for a second and saw that all their eyes were on him. great. at least my audience is having fun.

"jeon-jung-kook! jeon-jung-kook!" taehyung whisper-shouted, pumping his fists in the air with every beat. jungkook pointed his pinky finger at him in response, which got an eye roll in response.

jungkook turned back to face the darkness at the end of the road. here we go. he started thinking of what he was going to do.

approach him, stop him from saying anything, cup his face in my hands, and...

his feet moved for him.

jungkook neared the edge of the table, his plan ready in his brain. jimin seemed to be paying more attention to his laptop than his surroundings, because jungkook was standing right behind him and he didn't notice. jungkook stepped to jimin's right side, turning to him and then bending at the waist and reaching out with his hands.

all of a sudden, jimin flinched and leaned to the left. he swatted the air as a reflex.

"what the--hello?" jimin questioned, locking eyes with jungkook before he was even able to touch his skin. jungkook jumped back--his face had almost gotten slapped.

"what are you doing here?" jimin asked looking jungkook up and down like he was a rat scurrying across the floor. jungkook gulped, then lowered his hands to his sides.

"we're playing truth or dare and i was dared to make out with you." jungkook's words flew out before his brain was able to contemplate them. jimin raised his eyebrows. jungkook steeled himself, balling his hands into fists and preparing for the worst response in the world. maybe jimin's gonna have a fit. maybe he's gonna punch him in the face. or worse--since he's sitting down and jungkook's standing, he has better aim for something that will hurt even more than a broken nose.

jungkook eyed the other boy.

jimin shifted in his chair, slinging an arm over the back and twisting his body so he could face jungkook all the way.

"i could use a break." he said slowly, his voice a little above a whisper.

it felt like something was lodged in jungkook's throat. he swallowed, coughed a little, but it never left. what the heck did jimin just say? jungkook couldn't believe he heard those words.

maybe i drank too much beer. or alcohol. or whatever i was drinking.

"okay what?" jungkook choked out, still trying to regulate his voice. jimin cocked his head.

"i can't believe what i said either, alright? i don't know what the fuck i'm doing or saying. i don't know...but just do it." he rushed out.

"but you're..."

"i'm what?"

jungkook stopped speaking.

he could literally say everything on his mind right now. he could tell jimin that he didn't even see this coming. he could tell him that he never knew jimin could be this...peaceful. he could even tell jimin that he had only imagined kissing him, not actually doing it...which was also pretty wild. but even though those words were flying around like a hurricane in his brain, none of them fought their way out of his mouth.

"sometimes...we don't have to think about what'll happen next." jimin said, even quieter than his previous volume.

jungkook nodded in reply, but something told him that jimin probably didn't mean to say that out loud.

with one last glance at his friends, who were gesturing for him to get on with it, jungkook took a deep breath. it's okay. they don't know the conversation...they don't know how life-changing this is.

they don't know how confused my heart is.

jungkook reached out and placed his hands on both sides of jimin's neck, pulling him close so their lips would meet in the middle. he closed his eyes shut.

and then he felt jimin against him.

jungkook had kissed a lot of people in his lifetime up to this moment, but for some reason, when he kissed jimin--it felt like he was kissing the softest pair of lips in the world. it felt so different. this time, the person he was kissing wasn't just a pair of lips, wasn't just a fling. jungkook was kissing jimin, moving his lips harshly against the other boy's. jimin's lips were warm, getting more and more slick with spit as time passed.

jungkook's hands moved before he got the chance to question himself.

swiftly, jungkook pulled jimin up and changed their positions so he was the one sitting in the chair. jimin was standing up, but jungkook desperately wanted to change that.

jungkook reached out and wrapped one hand around the thick of jimin's thigh, feeling along the back of it and tugging it closer. jimin subconsciously lifted up his leg and with jungkook's help, he ended up straddling the younger boy's waist.

for a moment he tried to remember what his plan was.

but he knew it had already disappeared from his head a long, long time ago. still, he wanted to give his friends a show.

jungkook wrapped his arms around jimin's waist, tilting his head to the right so the kiss could get even deeper. he pushed his tongue into jimin's mouth and it was encased in hot, slick warmth, and soon enough jimin touched their tongues together.

maybe he needed this as much as jungkook did.

the arms looped around jimin's waist were locked. jimin couldn't move or shift his position to the left or right. he couldn't even stand up again, what with jungkook's hands connected behind his back. so jimin placed his hands on the back of the chair, gripping the top bar with all his might. jungkook's next move almost made him break the kiss.

the frat boy was lifting his own hips up from the seat, taking jimin's weight with him. but jungkook didn't mean to carry him off somewhere. jungkook's movements were more sensual than casual, his body rolling in perfect arcs along the seat and the back of the chair. jimin found himself pressing his lips even harder against jungkook's, sucking on the tongue in his mouth.

jungkook was grinding against his ass.

before jimin could hold it back, a small whimper escaped from his lips, and jungkook ate it right up.

that sound only made jungkook buck his hips up, and that allowed jimin to feel how interested jungkook was.

jimin took in the boy's scent, admiring how he still smelled good even though the frat and his friends clearly hit up parties before the library. as his lips moved against the younger's, jimin breathed softly through his nose and got the slightest hint of vanilla. for a second jimin imagined a candle with that scent, lighting it up in his bedroom and falling asleep with the sweet air in his nose.

he'd buy a million candles of that scent if he could.

jimin heard jungkook groan against his lips, and before he could do anything else--like grabbing onto the boy's shoulders instead of the chair or even lowering his lips to his neck--a random hand beat him to jungkook's shoulder.

someone cleared their throat.

jimin felt the slide of jungkook's lips against his own for one last time, and then jungkook started pulling away. no no, wait, jimin thought, finding himself leaning forward and attempting to chase those perfect lips.

"damn, jungkook."

jimin looked above jungkook's head, and his gaze locked on min yoongi.

the older was staring at jungkook's hair, but when jungkook finally opened his eyes, he didn't even turn around to face his friend. jungkook's eyes were on jimin's lips.

"it looks like a tornado happened on this side of the library or something, because you guys' hair definitely doesn't look fixed anymore." yoongi continued to speak even though jungkook's attention was elsewhere. jimin assumed that he didn't even mind.

jimin too did not mind, because his brain was so shaken up.

jungkook most likely ran his fingers through jimin's hair while they kissed. maybe that's what made him whimper.

now his clothes were probably wrinkled, his hair wasn't flattering, and the sweat on his forehead was threatening to ruin his makeup.

but still...jimin didn't feel any regret.

and jungkook, whose eyes were moving around jimin's face and focusing on his peach-slice lips...

...didn't regret anything either.