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“What the hell, Taehyung,” Jungkook deadpans as his blonde friend pulls up into their high school. There are scantily clad cheerleaders holding up signs, smiling too bright for an early Saturday morning, and cars lined up in the parking lot.
“What? I needed to get my baby cleaned,” Taehyung shrugs.
“You got your car washed last week,” Jungkook points out, to which the blonde rolls his eyes.
“So? My precious Beyonce can never be too clean,” Taehyung purrs, patting the beat up green Jeep’s dashboard. Jungkook makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and thumps his head back against the head rest.
Jungkook had tried to convince Taehyung that naming his car, naming it Beyonce wouldn’t be a good idea, but the elder had stuck to it and now Jungkook has to deal with weird looks when Taehyung yells out “I’m taking Beyonce for a ride!” whenever he goes out.
When Jungkook continues to glare at the Taehyung, he sighs in defeat.
“Okay, I lied. I don’t need to get Beyonce cleaned,” the blonde admits. Jungkook’s ever-present frown deepens in confusion.
“I’m trying to get you laid,”
“What are you-”
“Hey guys!” a bright voice chirps, and Jungkook feels his stomach drop.
“No, you didn’t,” Jungkook hisses at Taehyung as he sees his worst nightmare bounce over to their car and prop his elbows up on Taehyung’s open window.
“Hey Jimin,” Taehyung greets, and Jimin nods, smile friendly, before turning his attention to the boy in the passenger seat.
“Oh, hi Jungkook,” Jimin drawls, grinning so wide his eyes turn into little slits and Jungkook just scowls, nodding his head in acknowledgement before turning it to look outside the window. There’s nothing particularly interesting, but it’s better than having to look at Park Jimin.
“You guys here for the car wash?” Jimin asks, as though not noticing Jungkook’s frosty attitude.
“Yup, we came to support you,” Taehyung says.
“Oh, Jungkook too?” Jungkook sinks deeper into his seat at Jimin’s over-eager tone.
“Yup. He was the one who suggested we come,” Taehyung continues, and Jungkook swears if looks could kill…
“He practically begged me to take him,” Taehyung would be a pile of ashes.
“Well, I’m glad you guys are here,” Jimin says, and Jungkook dares sneak a glance at him out of the corner of his eye. The raven-haired man’s eyes glint, full of intent, and suddenly, Jungkook can’t hear any of the crap spilling from Taehyung’s mouth over the loud rush of blood roaring in his ears.
“Why don’t you guys step outside and I’ll take care of this, then?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook practically slides out of his seat, knees weak with embarrassment and fury because tonight, Kim Taehyung dies.
“You should be thanking me,” Taehyung insists as they stand the side and watch as four of the school’s football players surround the vehicle and set to work with hoses and sponges.
Jungkook shoots Taehyung a dirty look.
“I can think of 15 ways to kill you right now, hyung,” he spits, and Taehyung brings his hand to his chest in mock horror.
“Only 15? Jungkook, you’re losing your touch,” Jungkook clicks his tongue in annoyance and shoves the blonde, and is about deliver a solid punch when he notices a commotion out of the corner of his eye.
He straightens as Hoseok, the team’s wide receiver, sneaks behind Jimin with a large bucket of water, and Jimin continues to wash Taehyung’s car, not noticing what’s happening behind him.
Jungkook winces as he hears the splash of water, and roaring laughter from the people in front of him. He expects Jimin to turn around and get in a few punches (that’s what Jungkook would do, at least), but the elder only laughs good-naturedly, running his hand through his soaked hair, and Jungkook’s breath hitches.
He watches with growing horror as Jimin reaches for the hem of his (already scandalous) tank top and peels the wet material off. He can’t bring himself to tear his gaze away from the elder’s chest, glistening with water and sweat, defining the valleys and dips of his legendary abs.
Jimin’s arms flex as he pulls the top off and tosses it to the side, and Jungkook feels the sudden need to sit down. It’s suddenly too hot. He needs a drink. He needs something.
It’s like he suddenly has hawk-eye vision and can see all the droplets of water cascading down the smooth skin, moving over the muscle, and suddenly Jungkook has the fleeting idea of following the trail of water with his tongue, lapping at it, tasting it, and- no.
No no no no no.
No fucking no.
And just when Jungkook finds the will in him to look away, Jimin catches his eye and winks, swiping his pink tongue over even more pink lips, before turning back to the car and bending over the hood, his even more legendary ass outlined in his dark blue swim trunks, Jungkook feels like his entire body is on fire.
As if knowing Jungkook’s eyes are on him, Jimin’s movements become even more exaggerated, his arms bulging, stomach taut, finds more and more excuses to bend over or make sure he’s facing Jungkook.
And Jungkook is a little bit shameless, and just stares because what else is he supposed to do?
He jumps when Taehyung suddenly slides up next to him, and he tries to convince himself that his cheeks are red from surprise, not because he was blatantly eye fucking the school quarterback.
“You’re welcome,” Taehyung sings.